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azems-familiar · 2 years ago
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📷 What’s set as your phone’s lockscreen?
my phone's lockscreen is a piece of art that i don't currently have the source for and don't feel comfortable posting online without credit, so i will show you my homescreen instead - but i'm going to turn off reblogs, on top of not putting it in the tags for anything, because this is a piece of art from a set of three tarot cards i'm commissioning from the artist @/julsera, and the other two aren't finished yet! this is my Lavellan, Vythral'a :)
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🎧 Headphones or earbuds?
headphones!! i wear them almost all the time, because i am usually listening to music, and the fact that i have to use earbuds with my phone is BRUTAL. i love my headset though
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kxmikomrade · 2 years ago
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JJK Characters with a Venti!reader
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Characters: Itadori Yuji, Fushiguro Megumi, Kugisaki Nobara, Gojo Satoru Genre: FLuff, Crack, Can be read as romantic or platonic (completely platonic on Gojo's) Gn!reader Pronouns: Y/P [Your Pronouns] Type: Headcanon Warnings: I think just a bit of swearing Waiter's Notes: I wanted to try out a new twist, feel free to drop by and order if you like it! ^^ Author's Notes: Back to my jjk phase, and i noticed how there werent much 'character!reader's here and i really enjoy those so i just took it into my own hands. My reqs are always open!
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•Oh my Archons
•i cant with you two neither can Megumi tbh
•You're like two kids on a play date or smth
•He mostly doesnt understand your songs/poems so you're gonna have to dumb it down
•Tho he does like the sound of it
•He thinks your curse technique is the coolest thing ever like he has sparkles in his eyes every time you use it
•The way you control wind and make things fly is just so fascinating
•Please use ur anemo shit to make him fly. Bby has been dreaming of flying ever since he could eat weird solid food
•Sukuna would be so annoyed by you, and Yuji uses it to his advantage LMAO
•Though Sukuna prob knows who you are from a thousand years ago and just stays quiet about it because Yuji would definitely also use it against him
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•Man, give this guy a break, he already has to deal with Gojo and the one braincell duo
•He would describe you as loud or annoying but he actually tolerates you just because you can be calming sometimes
•He likes listening to your poems or songs, helps him sleep
•You go knocking on his window at 2am in the morning to sing him a song when he cant sleep 💀
•How you know about it? no idea. You just reply with ''The wind told me''
•Yeah he definitely needs sleep
•Same thing with Inumaki, Megumi doesnt sincerely respect you because of your antics. But he does admire you for your skill
•Esp the way you hold the bow and use attacks with no unnecessary movements
•He overall just likes your company if u just keep ur damn mouth shut unless ur gonna sing
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•To be quite honest with you, i think that she would think of you as a dumb potato aswell
•But she likes your beauty lets be real
•LIKE- YOU'RE SO GENDER
•SO?? WHY?? WOULDNT?? SHE?? TAKE YOU??? ON SHOPPING SPREES????
•I'd like to think that you both get along well
•ESPECIALLY IF U COMPLIMENT HER
•THEN HER FASHION SENSE
•THEN FOR THE CHERRY ON TOP, WRITE A POEM ABOUT HER
•Shes your aggressive best friend now
•Ready to kick your ass and to kick ass for you.
•Someone insults your hairstyle? No problem, theyre already hammered to the wall
•Gonna perform a song? your makeup is done, go slay it!!
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•Oh my Archons part 2
•He was very amused when he found out your cursed technique could manipulate wind
•Listen listen, you're probably his favorite student with how much u side along his pranks and goofiness
•NANAMI, MEGUMI AND IJICHI ARE SO DONE WITH YALL LMFAOO
•u basically took 20 years off their lifespan
•Like during winter, Gojo could dunk cold water on poor Megumi's head and u would send wind in his way 💀💀
•Is he considering murder? yes, definitely
•Gojo isnt even worried about you because you tend to use long ranged attacks and even if it comes down to short range, you're ready to beat your opponent up and summon your badass Black hole and start shooting them with your arrows that they end up being a porcupine
•IMAGINE HOW SICK IT WOULD BE IF YOU COMBINED THE BLACK HOLE WITH GOJO'S HALLOW PURPLE
•He occasionally brings candied apples for you when he comes back from missions
•smh favoritism
•He would get SO smug when u write a song/poem about him
•He brags to everyone and anyone about it 24/7, they first thought it was cute, now its getting so annoying
•IF you're like 1000+ years old like Venti then expect this man to go *insert surprised pikachu* when he finds out
•I honestly have no idea what his reaction would be if he finds out you're a literal god 💀
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gubler-me-up · 4 years ago
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Easy Riders
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Request: teasing spencer while you at are in the suv together. yall are heading to the hotel for the night and you decide to tease. so he pulls over into an abandoned parking lot and tells you to get in the back seat. he lets you ride him, but he is still in charge (i love dom spencer. 🥵🥵)
A/N: Thanks for the prompt, anon! This was my last smut of like four back-to-back smut requests, so I think I’m a pro at writing these now LOL jk but dom Spencer is *chefs kiss* Hope you enjoy the ride! (another pun imma stop y’all i promise)
Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader
Category: Smut
Content warning: Swearing, slight handjob, penetrative sex, masturbation (female)
Word count: 1.7k
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Cases could be so exhausting sometimes. Well, they were all the time, but cases in Florida specifically made you beyond tired. You would have completely dozed off if you were in the SUV with anyone else. Fortunately for you, you were blessed with the presence of Spencer Reid.
You loved riding with Spencer alone because it allowed you free space to do whatever with him without the team interfering. If you two were in D.C. right now, you two would be making a mess all over Spencer’s apartment. He would have probably had you bent over his desk before moving to the couch. If he wanted you to be comfortable he would probably lead you to his bedroom to finish you off.
Just the thought of him having his way with you got you excited. You looked over at him as he concentrated on the road in front of him. He always looked hot when he was so concentrated. You wanted him to look at you like that. You needed him to.
You reached your left hand over to his side and caressed your hand down the back of his head. As you reached the base of his neck, you gently scratched the back of his neck. He peaked at what you were up to from the corner of his eyes before turning his attention back to the road.
“What’s up?” he asked.
“Nothing. I’m just exploring,” you said.
Your hand caressed down from his neck and down his chest. He took his free hand to stop your hand from going anywhere else. You pouted at him stopping you, but the way he roughly squeezed your hand made you believe he wasn’t totally against what you were doing.
“I’m driving, Y/N,” he said.
“Then pull over,” you said.
“We have to get back to the hotel. If we stop the team will wonder where we are.”
You sighed as you pulled your hand away from his grip. He easily let it go and assumed the discussion was over. He put his right hand back on the wheel, but he had no idea you weren’t done trying to persuade him.
Your hand went back over to his side and you placed it directly on the crotch of his pants. You smiled as you felt a hard bulge. He was as horny as you were, he just could play it cool better than you. You gently massaged the bulge in his pants.
“How did you plan on getting rid of this once we got back to the hotel? We don’t even share a room for me to relieve you of some tension,” you said.
He ignored you as he kept his focus on the road. You moved your hands focus to his belt to loosen it along with the button and zipper on his trousers. You stuck your hands into his underwear just to get a touch of his boner. You looked at him and saw he hadn’t moved his attention away from the road.
You smiled. “If you drive slower maybe I can give you head.”
“Oh?” He said.
You nodded your head as you started stroking him. The expressionless look on his face made you want to give him sloppy head right then and there. You wanted to see his face relax in bliss, his eyes wide in amazement and his voice continuously letting profanities mixed in with his deep moans.
As you stroked his dick, you looked out into the road. You didn’t recognize the street at all. You paused what you were doing to him and looked at him confused. It didn’t seem as if you two were anywhere near the direction of the hotel.
“Where are we?” You asked.
He chuckled. “Now you’re paying attention to the road?”
“Well, it’s not as if you were paying attention to me, so I had to look somewhere,” you said.
He smirked. “Don’t worry, I’m going to be paying you very close attention soon enough.”
“What are you planning?”
“Planning? I’m not planning anything. I’m simply doing what you asked.”
You looked at him surprised. “I thought you said you were always the one in charge? Now you’re listening to what I have to say?”
“Only giving you the illusion of that fantasy.”
You smiled at his vague response. Before you could bother him for a real answer, he pulled into an empty parking lot. It was behind an old, large building you assumed was vacant. With no other buildings or cars around it was the perfect spot to have your way with him.
You unbuckled your seatbelt and positioned yourself to get closer to him. You were more than ready to give him head, but your fantasy was cut short. Spencer roughly grabbed your neck as he pulled you in close to him. His head was positioned at the side of your head and you could feel his breath graze across your ear.
“Get into the backseat. You’re going to ride me until I cum in you, do you understand?” He whispered.
You nodded. “Yes, sir.”
He let go of your neck and watched as you quickly crawled over to the backseat. He followed behind you. He just sat there as you pounced on him. You pulled down his trousers and underwear to let his dick stand freely.
“Unbutton your top, Y/N. I want to see your breast bounce as you ride me,” he demanded.
He didn’t have to tell you twice as you immediately undid the buttons to your blouse to reveal your black bra. He smiled at them before leaning in and running sloppy kisses along them. You let out satisfied moans as you felt his hands slide up your thigh and pull up your skirt. He reached under to pull your thong to the side. He gave your right breast a love bite before  looking up at you.
“You’re a dirty girl, Y/N. Wearing a thong with such a short skirt. It’s like you’re begging to be fucked,” he said.
You nodded. “I do.”
You felt him yank your hair back. You let out a shriek at the sudden pain of him yanking your hair, but it only meant the sex was going to be great. Whenever he got into his dominating mood it was going to be a good night for you.
“What if someone other than me came along and wanted to fuck you? Would you let them?” He asked.
“No, I wouldn’t,” you replied.
“And why’s that?”
“Because I only ever want you to fuck me.”
“Well, prove you want me and ride my dick.”
Before you could lower yourself onto him, his free hand pushed you down onto his dick. You let out a loud moan as you felt every inch of his dick go inside of you. With his hand on your thigh, you didn’t dare move. You just stayed in that position taking in the feeling of his dick.
“You like the feeling of my dick inside of you?” He asked.
“I do,” you whimpered.
He then freed you of his hands. “Prove it.”
Without another second wasted you started to bounce up and down on his dick. With every motion you moaned as he watched you in content. You felt him grab your right butt cheek, squeezing it hard with his big hands.
“Grind on it,” he demanded.
You easily switched gears and grinned on him. You finally heard the sound of his deep moans as he watched you. He grabbed one of your hands and placed it where your clit was.
“Don’t be shy, pleasure yourself,” he said.
You started rubbing your clit as you continued to grind on him. He was definitely making every moment of this short sex session count. You then felt him buck his hips up into you and you let out a surprised shriek.
“Oh my God,” you yelped.
He continued to buck his hips up into you as you tried to maintain the speed you were rubbing your clit at. At this point you didn’t know which one of you was going to cum first. You got the strength to meet his bucks half way which led you to both let out loud, desperate sighs.
“Oh, fuck, Y/N. You’re doing amazing on your own,” he complimented.
You would have said ‘thank you’ if you weren’t so caught up in the moment. Your legs started to quack as you slowed your pace. You could feel your orgasm slowly creeping up. Spencer took notice of your decreased speed. He placed both his hands on your thighs and forced you to pick up back your pace by moving you up and down.
“Don’t you dare slow your pace because you’re about to cum. Ride me until the end and cum on my dick,” he demanded.
You pushed through to do what he said as you continued to bounce up and down on his dick. You felt his dick twitch inside of you which meant he wasn’t far from his orgasm. Perfect timing because you let out one last moan before you leaned your head back as you let your orgasm flow through your body.
“Are you ready for me?” He asked.
You gave him a weak nod. He slammed your body down on him. You screamed out a moan and in a matter of seconds you felt his cum inside of you. He placed his hands on your face and brought you in for a sloppy kiss. You broke from this kiss and looked at him with wild eyes. The way you looked at him made him look at you with a devious sparkle in his eyes.
“I’m totally sneaking into your hotel room tonight,” you told him.
He chuckled. “Don’t get caught by Hotch or else I might have to punish you when we get home.”
You smiled at him. “Now I’m hoping I get caught.”
He laughed as he brought you in for another kiss. You already knew the others were waiting for you two to arrive at the hotel, but it was hard parting from his lips. Just maybe the two of you could sneak in round two before a group of FBI agents sent out a search party to find you.
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MASTERLIST
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slightlymore · 5 years ago
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no, thank you
part of the Pride Universe
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jaemin x fem reader
others: haechan (mentioned in jaemin's thoughts but not present in the real plot)
genre: smut with plot, roommates au, mentions of university (jaemin is a med student), angst, fluff, very +18 tho
warnings: very! rough! smut! (brat taming, oral, masturbation, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, denial, slight degradation, restriction, manhandling, bath tub is one of the locations), short mentions of mlm (jaemin x haechan fwb in the past), yn comes off rude in the beginning but it's necessary for character development, yn has an anxiety attack, angsty 
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this is kinda good if I say so myself, yall have to read 👁️ if you don't like mlm or memberxmember I promise it's just a short bit of fluff/angst connecting it to Cute~ and that's all lol, the plot is very jaeminxreader centered 
Jaemin has been told that he can't say no to people. Yes, he will come to the party. Yes, he can help with the moving out. Yes, he can help you with Anatomy. Yes, that kind of anatomy as well. 
The only time Jaemin would say no is when people would ask if he’s busy or tired. No, I’m fine. No, everything is alright. 
"Do you ever sleep, Jaemin?" Haechan asked once. 
His soft and sleepy voice made Jaemin smile. He wrapped the boy’s waist even tighter, tugging Haechan’s body against his. 
“Of course I do.” Haechan chuckled. “When?” “When you’re not here”, the other whispered. “Lies. You’re studying when I’m not here. Look at what kind of service I’m doing. Fucking you so that you can just lie in bed and fall asleep.” Jaemin smiled again and ghosted Haechan’s forehead with his lips ready to place a kiss on the other’s warm skin. He stopped himself before doing so. “Yeah, thank you for your service.”
But since Haechan started to date some guy, there was no one to force him into bed and make Jaemin rest. 
The boy would drift off to unconsciousness for a little while every night, head pressed into his med school books, mind full of notions and caffeine. He would stay like that for an indefinite amount of time, not enough to fully fall asleep but enough to being shaken to the core when he would wake up, batting his eyelashes as his unfocused gaze tried to make sense of his surroundings. Then he would get up slowly from his uncomfortable chair and drag his feet to the kitchen to make his nth cup of coffee for the night.
Jaemin has never had a roommate and it was probably because of Haechan. Said boy wouldn’t have cared less if someone was in the other room, listening to their moans, but Jaemin didn’t like that. Instead, he loved it when Haechan would pull up to his doorstep unannounced, eyes either wide with tears or tight with lust. Because the choice was Jaemin. It was always Jaemin. Haechan needed him and Jaemin loved it. He couldn’t have other distractions. No flatmates knocking on the door and complaining. Just him and Haechan, on his bed, on the couch, on the kitchen counters, against the entrance door, on the floor, in the shower. Jaemin didn’t know, but it wasn’t just him doing Haechan a favour, maybe quite the opposite. Because Jaemin has been also told that he doesn’t ask for help. He doesn’t let people know about his needs, or whatever. But Haechan was aware of that. It took Jaemin a little while to notice it, especially since the other was already gone, but more often than not, Haechan would just show up for no apparent reason. “Nothing happened,” he would say, “I was just horny.” But Haechan would come for him. Because that’s how Haechan was. He could see people very well and he could see Jaemin when he needed something, or when he was exhausted and needed a simple hug, or when he didn’t sleep in days or having eaten nothing more than a single cup of instant noodles. They were friends with benefits but the benefits sometimes were just lying beside each other and talk, or order in some food while watching a movie. Sometimes they would just kiss for a long time, during nights where Haechan felt weaker, and those were Jaemin’s favourite nights. “You should sleep now,” the older would whisper against his lips and Jaemin would reply with a short-breathed yeah, in a second, before letting his tongue inside the other’s mouth slowly for another hour or so. Some people might have said that Jaemin was in love, but the boy had no idea himself whether that was the case or not and he didn’t want to think about that. Jaemin didn’t like thinking at all. But he loved it when others did and he loved to think about their thoughts instead of his own. He wanted to know people’s reasons and why they behaved in a certain manner so that he could understand himself without actively trying to.
“So, what do you think?” Jaemin was standing proud in the middle of his spot-free living room, hands on his hips, like a housewife expecting compliments from her housewive friends. 
“Could be better,” you mumbled, biting your nails, barely looking around.
When you found Jaemin’s pretty written paper renting a room on the university notice board, you did assume he was a girl. 
“What could be better?” he smiled at you. 
You stared back, sensing sarcasm but upon seeing the boy’s genuine expression you realized how naive he was. 
“I don’t know. The roommate maybe?” you rolled your eyes and walked towards your assigned room, dragging your suitcase carelessly on the nice wooden floor. “I’m staying, by the way,” you yelled after closing your door with your foot with a loud bang.
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You have been told a lot of stuff during your life. Selfish, rude, uncaring, insensitive. 
It would make you angry. 
You would yell back that it’s not true making people step back and add some more adjectives that you wouldn’t want to use while describing yourself in class. 
You fought that back a lot, crying secretly under your covers, terrorized of being alone by yourself, afraid of being alone with such a bad person. 
You fought and fought until one day you just stared back at those people. 
So what? you found yourself thinking. Perhaps I am. Yeah. I am selfish and I don’t give a shit. So what about that? What are you all going to do? 
And when you ignored people, they started to ignore you as well. 
And slowly, everyone knew that no, you would not help them with their homework, no, you didn’t want to go to their stupid party, no, you didn’t give a shit about their new college charity event. 
And you didn’t give a single fuck about Jaemin’s rules.
“So, you can actually do whatever you want, really. The only things I ask of you is-,” he tried to speak to you the first morning of you living together.
You turned your music loudly on purpose the previous night as you settled in. You wanted to see the boy come knocking on your door and finally throw away his polite mask as everyone does around you after a few minutes of knowing you. Because you’re rude and it’s better for them to just know that from the start. 
The thing you hated the most was people giving you a little hope, that maybe you’re likeable and they wouldn’t turn their backs on you. Yet, you’ve quickly realized that it is impossible. Not with you. Not since you’re such a horrible person.
“Yeah, I don’t care,” you replied, one of Jaemin’s red apples between your teeth, a little juice glistening on your lips after you bit down. They were prettily on display in the middle of the kitchen island with a little vase of fresh flowers kept them company on the right.
The boy looked at your mouth for a second before locking eyes with you. “Okay,” he simply replied grabbing an apple himself. “I’m glad you like apples. I was afraid they would go to waste-,” but he didn’t complete the sentence, one hand suspended in the air, eyes wide as you let the piece of apple you were munching on fall on the ground as well as the fruit you were holding. 
“These apples are actually disgusting,” you commented then you both listened to the sound the apple made as it rolled into the living room and stopped as it met the soft rug.
That was it. 
It wasn’t your fault that this boy had more patience than your previous flatmates and you had to go stronger on him. 
Kick me out? Are you going to kick me out now? Come on. Kick me out.
But Jaemin didn’t look mad. 
After the initial confusion, he just put his apple back on top of the others and grabbed a paper towel. He knelt in front of you as you stood there with crossed arms and picked up your half munched bite of fruit and threw it away. Then he walked the few steps separating the kitchen island to the living room and picked up the apple as well, giving it the same journey towards the trash. 
You scoffed. 
Jaemin still didn’t say anything and grabbed a pan out of the cabinets. “I’m making pancakes,” he announced calmly. “I don’t like pancakes,” you acted like a kid but the feeling gripping at your throat was something new and you didn’t know how to behave. 
This Jaemin guy made you angrier than other people. 
Jaemin turned around to face you. “What do you like, Y/N?” 
You stared back for a few seconds at his neutral and unbothered face, then shoulder bumped him as you walked away. Grabbing your backpack from the ground you just slammed the entrance door on your way out.
You knew you were annoying. You also hated yourself just like everyone hated you. But you couldn’t help it. It has happened before. You let yourself believe that maybe you were kind and sweet, that you had a caring heart, that people would like you.  Yet, soon after, they would finally realize that you weren’t like that at all. That you were a monster trying to put on an act. So you liked the idea of people seeing the worst you could be first, so they could just leave if they couldn’t handle it. 
And no one could. Yet this Jaemin dude didn't budge.
You came home late that day and you noticed the way Jaemin turned off his music as he heard you enter your room. 
God, you hated him. 
And the morning after he was already in the kitchen, hair wet on his forehead, a white towel around his neck. 
He smiled like an angel. 
"Eggs and bacon?" 
You ignored him. 
And the morning after again. "Fruit?" Door slam. 
And another morning again. "Maybe cappuccino and croissants?" he wondered. Again. 
"Porridge?" "Okay! Okay. Fuck. Okay", you finally replied. 
It was the weekend and you had no excuse to dramatically leave the apartment as you did the previous days when you had to go to class. You were standing in the same spot in front of the kitchen island as the first day when you made a fool out of yourself by spitting out a piece of an apple. 
"I'm fine with whatever,” you added quietly. "Toast?" Jaemin raised his eyes from underneath his fringe before his hand could throw the locks back revealing the forehead. 
You shrugged. 
He smiled excitedly and got busy around the cabinets, the scent of his aftershave intimidating you. 
Walking around him silently you sat up on the kitchen stools, placing your hands on the marble and looked down, uneasy. It was alright if Jaemin was kind now then would start hate you afterwards. You could rest for a little bit, right? You could just put down your shield and breathe. It’s not like you would become friends if the made you breakfast. 
"How did the week go? You guys have many exams?" Jaemin's voice slightly startled you. 
Looking up you saw that he was already looking at you, two white plates in front of him with two pieces of hot toast. You stared back for a second then looked at the way his hands spread jam on the bread. 
"It was alright," you found yourself speaking. 
How was yours? You probably should have asked. But you didn't care and you were afraid to randomly engage in more than a few words long conversations. 
"Here," Jaemin placed the food in front of you then he licked his thumb. Thank you, you should have said. But Jaemin didn't look bothered. 
After a few moments of silence during which you couldn't bring yourself to start eating, Jaemin sighed like a British person would while slapping their knees when announcing they should go. 
"Alright. I'll eat in my room. I have a lot of stuff to do,” he announced and left with the plate. You stared at his back as he lazily dragged his feet towards the corridor and when you heard his door close you finally tasted the toast.
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A scared cat. An angry and scared cat.
This was the first thing Jaemin thought when he saw you. 
Honestly, he almost lost it on the first day but kept it in together when he saw the way your hands trembled while being confronted. Then all of his anger died. 
No, I don't care, you told him yet you didn't turn up your music loudly again after the first night and you never bothered him. It was almost as if you weren't even there. 
What a nicely crafted facade, Jaemin would think, hands behind his head, a pencil between his lips, an open manual on his chest, eyes directed towards an indefinite point on his ceiling. 
It was very late at night. His phone buzzed once and the boy stared at the "apartment empty, wanna come?" text. 
Yeah, he could use some of that. 
And he would have been at his friend's place by now if a weird noise wouldn't have stopped him from putting on his shoes. 
It was coming from your room, a small choked sound, barely audible that Jaemin wouldn't have heard it in other circumstances. He walked the corridor slowly until gently stopping in front of you door, a slight blush covering his cheeks. Could it be-? 
But no. 
Jaemin heard a fair share of whimpering girls before and you definitely weren't enjoying yourself. So he knocked, suddenly worried. "Y/N?" You didn't reply, only a little whimper being caught by Jaemin's ears. "Y/N, is everything alright?" He waited, face almost pressed on the cool wood. Another choking sound and "I'm coming in, now,” he announced and you couldn't stop him. 
Sat on your bed, wet cheeks from crying and irregular breaths, you looked up like a scared deer, sliding back when Jaemin walked towards you. "Shh, it's alright," he whispered with a calm voice, hands in front of himself as he sat down in front of you. 
"Don't touch me. Go away," you flinched, hiding your face from his gaze. 
Jaemin had a reassuring face when he spoke again. "I won't touch you if you don’t want me to."
"Go away. Leave me alone," you repeated with a feeble voice, arms pulling your knees to your chest. 
Jaemin looked at you for a few moments, your baby blue pyjama and irregular breath, then he gently sat down on the bed in front of you and crossed his legs. 
"Do you take medicine?" he asked softly. You shook your head. "Okay. Then, will you look at me?" You sobbed and furtively raised your eyes to meet his for a short moment before looking away. "It's alright. You're doing great." Jaemin's voice was low, articulating every word slowly and he didn't move. "It's scary, I know. But there's no danger now. I'm protecting you." His eyes were trained on your face and you finally let yourself stare back fully. 
"Imitate me," he spoke again, breathing in and out slowly. A little sob escaped your lips before you could do the same. 
"Good. You're doing amazing. Slowly," he cooed and you did just that for an indeterminate amount of times, the silence engulfig you both until you looked down and saw your fingers wrapped around Jaemin's hands. 
You let them go surprised but your palms liked how soothing touching another human’s skin felt. 
His was soft and warm, and you concentrated on the way the heat spread to your cold hands, holding them again timidly. 
Then you let yourself fall on the pillows, eyes looking up at the ceiling, the sobs getting more time between each other. 
Jaemin remained still for a moment, as if unsure what to do, then he slowly moved to the side, walking on all fours until resting on the bed beside you. 
A little stronger whine shook your frame again though and he slightly rolled over, rising on his elbow the other hand above your body. 
"I'm-- going to touch your diaphragm. Is this alright?" 
You bit your lower lip then nodded. 
"Okay, breathe in again, keep it for one second, then release slowly."
You inhaled, staring at Jaemin's big eyes as if looking for approval. His hand ghosted your stomach until finally resting on your body right underneath your bust. 
"That's right," he spoke softly. "Now, again.” 
You repeated the exercise, feeling Jaemin's warm palm through the clothes every time your rib cage expanded. 
"Again," he breathed in with you, keeping it, then releasing it. 
After a while your mind felt like white, blood fully oxygenated, Jaemin’s non-invading and calming presence actually making you feel better.
Yet your heartbeat couldn't stop beating and Jaemin could feel it. 
"Again," his low voice made your arms skin shiver with goosebumps, your breathing getting irregular instead of steady. 
"Focus on my hand and your breath," he said but his gaze falling on your slightly open lips wasn't helping you focus at all. 
He blinked and looked up into your eyes again. 
It was even worse. "Jaemin, I'm fine now.” 
The boy blinked a few times and retrieved his hand slowly. 
Your breath calmed down and Jaemin took it for a good sign since he returned to his side of the bed. 
It became silent so suddenly that you could hear Jaemin swallow. 
Thank you? Thank you for being here? Or, thank you for helping me out. Sorry for slapping your hand away? Is this what you should have said, right?
“Then, I’ll be going now,” his soft voice disrupted the silence and your bed creaked in the darkness as he presumably got up. 
No, wait, wait. 
"Why do I become like this at night?" you whispered instead. 
Jaemin’s silhouette against your dark blue windows moved around and lied on the bed again, this time on his stomach, bust raised on his elbows, eyes probably on the shadows of your face. 
"It's because the front part of your brain gets quieter and gives space to the other parts of your brain where feelings are."
"Why do you always have a good answer to everything?" 
You heard Jaemin's breath form a light chuckle. 
"Many people told me that before."
"Okay, right."
"No, wait, I meant that- I'm not bragging, sorry--it came out very weirdly." 
You smiled, the dark and sudden sleepiness making you care less about keeping up your cold image. 
"You want to be a psychiatrist?" "I don't know."
You turned on your side, hands pressed under your face, knees buckled until almost touching his hips. "Why is that?" 
Jaemin sighed. "I don't know if I'm good at helping people." 
The laugh you let out took both of you by surprise. "Are you joking?" 
The boy exhumed perplexed energy even if you couldn’t see him properly. 
"You're a human matt with weird gigantic patience. You'll help people alright." "A human mat?" Jaemin raised his eyebrow at you but you still noticed the amused twinkle in his eyes. "Yeah, you have no self-esteem,” you went on. "I have self-esteem," the other protested. "If you did, you wouldn’t let people treat you like that."
Jaemin let the clock on your wall fill the silence with its ticks for a little while. 
"Like what?" he whispered. 
You rolled on your back, unable to look at him anymore. "Like how I treat you." 
"So you're aware of that." 
"So you're aware of that as well but choose to ignore it instead of fighting back?" 
Jaemin rolled on his back as well, hand rising to his forehead and ruffling his fringe. 
You stared at the way the strands fell back exposing his forehead then you looked at his furrowed eyebrows and finally at his lips when he opened them to speak. "What's the point in fighting back?" 
A car roared outside your open window, giving you more time to collect your thoughts. 
"What's the point in being stupidly kind like that?" you finally spoke up. Your voice was a little whisper as if you secretly wanted Jaemin to not hear you. But he did. 
"So I can live by my principles." "And are you happy?" 
Ah. 
Shit. 
Jaemin was at a loss of words. 
"Isn't it better to just be yourself and do whatever the fuck you want?" you went on. "Like you?" he finally spoke up. "Yeah." "But you're not doing what you want.”
It was your turn to have no words to choose from. 
"You're not yourself, are you?" he asked. "I am," but your voice didn't seem convincing even to your ears. "People are not going to like you more if you behave as you do," you added. "And what should I do to make people like me?" Jaemin inquired. "Nothing. Just be yourself."
Jaemin sat up slowly and briefly looked out of the window. 
"Then you should follow this advice as well. Stop putting on this act."
You didn't sleep the whole night after Jaemin slowly exited your room.
_____
The next day you already left when Jaemin got up and walked to the kitchen. 
He heard you leave actually. He couldn't sleep the whole night either. 
Are you happy? Are you yourself?
No. After turning and rolling on his bed Jaemin got to the conclusion that he wasn't happy or himself at all. 
Not all the time at least. 
Because most of the times he did care about people, but he could also point out times when he did too much for no reason, getting back nothing but a bittersweet taste on his tongue. 
When he came back home after class, an intense sweet fragrance welcomed him first as he stepped inside. With the back turned at him and wearing his black apron, you were frantically looking for something in the kitchen cabinets. 
Jaemin indulged in looking at you for a little while, a fizzy feeling inside his chest, small happiness created by moments like finding money in an old jacket, a little surprise you didn’t need but that made your day better. 
How would it feel to behave like you? Would Jaemin be able to do it? 
At first, Jaemin wondered why you were like that, but after the previous night, he hit his head with an imaginary palm, feeling stupid for not realizing it earlier. 
You were just like him. 
Hiding something in front of people. 
He cleared his throat and smiled when you jolted with a little scream. “For fuck’s sake.” 
Yeah, you were hiding the little girl he saw crying on her bed and he was hiding the needy little boy that so desperately wanted to be loved. 
“I’m sorry for startling you,” he let his bag fall on the floor as he sat on the kitchen stools in front of you. “Are those cookies?” he indicated the oven with his chin. 
You adjusted your clothes as if suddenly realizing how embarrassing it was to wear an apron. 
“Why ask obvious questions?” 
Jaemin’s smile widened until showing his teeth and you felt like either fight him or run away from his eyes. What a weirdo, you thought. It was almost as if he was enjoying your moodiness. 
“Are you looking for something?” he asked again. You crossed your arms on your chest and Jaemin thought that seizing you in the act of being domestic was something that highly embarrassed you. 
He loved it. 
“No.” The boy rested his head on one arm, tilting his head to the side, already knowing what you were trying to do before. “Shall we decorate the cookies together? I can make the icing. The colouring is in the other cabinet.” 
You turned around and stared at the only place you didn’t look before. “I wasn’t trying to decorate them,” you lied. 
Jaemin lifted his hands as if innocent. “Never said that,” then smiled as you rolled your eyes. 
“Do you have plans tonight?” he walked around you to retrieve the decorations and you felt your breath hitch when he had to press himself on your back. “Because the cookies have to cool down first,” Jaemin explained. 
You didn’t reply and untied your apron, suddenly regretting your decision to remain in the kitchen instead of hiding in your room. 
“Watch a movie with me, please?” 
The “no” was already on the tip of your tongue but then you heard the “please” and your eyes moved to Jaemin’s face by themselves. His hands were pressing into the isle, shoulders raised as if he was trying to lift himself, the evident nervousness in his expression making you feel at a loss of words. 
You didn’t expect Jaemin to be shy. Why was he shy? To ask you to watch a movie with him? That made him shy? 
“Okay.” 
His eyes widened. “Okay?”
You almost laughed at how surprised he was and you had to admit that seeing him run around the kitchen to get to the living room was pretty adorable. 
A little sigh, as if a warning, left your lungs when you walked towards the couch. You were probably doing a mistake, but Jaemin - God - Jaemin was so kind. 
Watching his back as he was sat down on his knees in front of the tv, so eager to spend some time with you, even if it was fake, even if he didn’t really care, made your heart swell up. No one has behaved like that before. Maybe it was alright. 
“Okay, but I choose the movie,” you extended the hand and Jaemin got up, placing the remote controller on your palm. His smile never left his lips as you shuffled the options. “What about this?” Jaemin read the description with squinty eyes. "Oh, I don't like happy endings." You looked at him. "Why is that?" 
The boy remained quiet for a moment. 
"I think it's because you relate a lot to a sad story and it describes your life so well that you get mesmerized in it. You finally feel understood. Others are going through the same struggles. But then they get a happy ending and- you don't.”
Jaemin’s fingers played with one of the threads of his shorts and you blinked at his unexpected words. 
“It becomes a reminder of how your life could go if you were lucky like them. But you're not. That's when you can't relate anymore and it becomes even sadder. Instead of being a sort of relief, the happy ending is another punch in the gut, since I'll never be able to experience something like that,” he smiled after the last phrase as if he had just said that the best colour to decorate the cookies was blue. 
Suddenly it felt as if the reality was altered. 
Jaemin's face was a concentrated mask, trying to read other movies descriptions and you desperately wanted to touch it with your fingertips. 
But you touched the back of his hand instead and Jaemin looked down at his thigh before looking up. 
You didn’t know what expression you had on but the boy was so good at understanding people that you could have had a blank face and he would have known what you were feeling. 
He smiled warmly at you and held your hand, squeezing it a little bit. 
“I’m fine.” “It’s alright to be weak,” you almost talked on top of him. “Or to have desires.” 
Jaemin opened his mouth and closed it a few times like a fish and you both jolted when the ding of the oven told that the cookies were baked. 
The boy reluctantly let your hand go when you got up and walked towards the kitchen. 
The smell was incredible and despite the weird saddened energy of the room, you both smiled at each other when locking eyes.
_____
Jaemin got used to your love language very quickly. 
After cookies, came breakfast, and after that, it was the turn of a small gadget you found at the flea market. 
“It’s so ugly that the first person I thought of was you.”
You still kept the insulting wall but Jaemin loved that part of you as well. 
He ate your gratitude made of sweets and desserts, and looked at it in bed, rolling the little bald man made of wood on his palm. 
A night Jaemin would think a lot about, was when you were hammered, bodies spread on the living room floor, eyes closed, soft music in the background to make the ambience less awkward. But you didn’t care about awkwardness as soon enough, the only thing your dizzy heads could think of was nothing at all. 
With a wavering hand, Jaemin felt around him, searching for the bottle of “you’ve never tasted such good cognac before, I’m sure” cognac that Haechan sent him.
 And the “Oh, perhaps I’m getting engaged :P”.
Jaemin stared at the note for a long time then stared at the bottle of amber liquid, his hands gripping it hard. 
You took it from his hands before he could unreasonably smash it on the ground. 
“Are you okay?”
The bottle was put down on the kitchen counter and Jaemin looked at it first then at your concerned eyes, as you’ve started to do more often lately. 
Jaemin didn’t know what expression he had on but whatever it was, it made you take a few steps towards him when he didn’t reply. 
“Yeah,” he breathed out after a little while, trying to put on his normal smile. But when you wrapped his waist with your arms he didn’t stop the tears falling silently on his cheeks. 
He did not sob, nor wail. Jaemin just stood there, arms unable to hug you back. And when you dragged him by the hand, the bottle under your arm, making him sit down on the floor, he just obliged. 
“Let’s drink to that.” 
And Jaemin didn’t know if you meant his broken heart or Haechan’s happiness but he nodded and took a sip of the sweet drink. The bottle travelled back and forth between you until you couldn’t sit up anymore. 
Lying down, the sun setting, the same few songs playing on a loop since no one had the energy to change the playlist, Jaemin couldn’t find the bottle anymore so he just grabbed your hand instead. 
You didn’t say anything and intertwined your fingers with his, mind circling the spot Jaemin’s thumb was circling on your skin. 
"I feel like people love me for how I make them feel.”
The boy’s voice was hoarse and it made your chest tingle. 
You listened, squeezing his hand as to invite him to go on. 
“I know everything about them. I know how to make them feel good. I listen and I love. I love a lot.” 
“You do.”
Jaemin swallowed hard. 
You didn’t have to look to know that his cheeks were wet again. 
“I tried to be perfect. So I could be loved back.”
“You don’t have to do that. You just got an example of that not working very well anyway.”
A sniff. 
“I know. But the little amount I still get now, would it be there if I didn’t try as hard as I’m trying right now? Would people care about me if I wasn't perfect? Would they love me if I didn't do what they need me to? Honestly, I'm terrified to find out.” 
You sighed and let his hand go, rolling on your stomach and lifting your bust on our forearms to be able to look at Jaemin. 
The boy opened his reddened eyes and tilted his head to the side to meet your gaze. 
“If you try so hard and still get so little, you don’t need that love.” 
Jaemin blinked once, listening to your soothing voice, the evening breeze lightly swooshing his hair spread around his head. 
“As you said, they probably still love you for how you make them feel and not for how you are,” and Jaemin visibly flinched at the hard truth. “But,” you grabbed his hand again, not wanting to let him despair, “there are also people that love you because of who you are, even if you confuse them with those that love you for what you do. And I’m sure Haechan is one of them, it just didn’t go well.” “It didn’t have to go well. It has never been something that could go. It’s just my fault that-” but you shushed him pulling at his hand as to make him stop talking. “You can still admit that he hurt you. He didn’t do it on purpose but it’s not your fault either. And it doesn’t mean that he doesn’t care about you. Sometimes you can try very hard and people would still not care in the same way that you do, and it’s alright. It’s not you. It’s them.” 
Jaemin kept his eyes closed as you talked, his chest rising with deep breaths and you placed a hand on it just like he did to you before. 
“Do you like me?” 
His question took you by surprise. 
“You can say no. I’m sorry, I’m putting a lot of pressure on you right now-” “I do.” 
The boy opened his eyes, staring at you from underneath his long lashes. “Why?” 
You stared down at your intertwined fingers. The truth was that you also liked him for how he made you feel. He never snapped, he accepted you, he tried hard to get to you and it was something that you’ve never experienced before. But what does that also mean about him? 
“Because you’re a beautiful human being.” 
Jaemin’s eyes widened imperceptibly. 
“You’re kind and patient and so sweet. And I know that it looks as if I’m saying only the stuff that has to do with me, like, you’re kind with me, and patient with me and sweet with me. But honestly, I would have liked you even if you were like that with other people and not with me.”
You looked up at his face and bit your lower lip. “Also, would you not like me if I understood you the way you understand others? Would that be only loving the way I make you feel? Would that be a bad thing?” “It’s a bad thing only if you were kind to me only to be loved back when in reality you’re not.” “Yeah. And you’re not doing that, are you? You think you’re not deserving of love without trying to be kind but you’re naturally like that, Jaemin. You’re just unhealthily pushing yourself sometimes. It’s not like you’d stop being kind if you stopped trying. Because you’re already kind. And people will love you the same.”  
The boy didn’t add anything to that. 
He pulled you by the hand until you softly landed on his chest and wrapped your body with his arms. 
You could feel his quick heartbeat under your chest and he probably could feel yours. His warm breath caressed your forehead until you fell asleep. 
_____
The day after, Jaemin was the usual boy. 
His teeth were the first thing you saw when you woke up with a groan.  “Good morning.” 
You furrowed your eyebrows when your eyes focus on the background. “What the hell am I doing in your bed?” 
Jaemin giggled and tugged your body against his, making you realize that he has been hugging you the whole time. 
“Let me go!” you tried to escape but Jaemin didn’t budge. 
“We’re just cuddling,” his muffled voice on the sweatshirt you were wearing sounded whiny and sleepy. 
“Why are we cuddling? What the fuck happened last night?” 
Your body stiffened when Jaemin threw a leg on your hips like a koala. 
“Nothing. We got drunk and cried, then we fell asleep on the floor.” 
You waited. 
“And then I woke up and took ourselves on my bed where we cuddled some more until falling asleep again.” 
You waited some more. 
“There’s something you’re not telling me, Jaemin.” The boy raised his face from your shoulder to show you his innocent puppy eyes. “Like what?” “Like why I have nothing on besides your hoodie.” 
Jaemin’s face lit up in a bright smile and he hid his face into you again as if shy. 
“You were thirsty and drank water from the tap.” 
“And?” you were losing all of your patience while your cheeks heated up. 
“And your clothes got all wet.”
“Jaemin, for fuck’s sake, talk normally. Did you undress me?” 
The boy shook his head. “You took them off by yourself,” he paused. “While trying to give me a lap dance.” 
You choked on air and tried to cover your face with your hands, but Jaemin’s koala arms prevented you from doing so. 
What the fuck. What the actual fuck. 
“But you just took your clothes off and fell on me. Nothing happened. I forced you to wear my hoodie. Then you wanted to cuddle and we fell asleep as you kept saying how pretty my eyelashes are.” 
Oh my God. 
“And that’s it?” you asked with a little voice. 
Jaemin looked at you again and his face was so close that you felt as if on fire, the thought of being naked in front of him and doing stuff you couldn’t remember at all. 
“Yeah, unfortunately.” 
You hit him on the forehead and as he giggled, hands pressing on the spot, you could free yourself and run away in your room.
It was something you would have never imagined, the feeling between your legs.
 You breathed in and out, trying to calm yourself, but your skin still remembered where Jaemin’s hands were placed just seconds ago. And his breath on your neck. And your eyes couldn’t get rid of his sunlit chocolate eyes. 
Oh, fuck. 
This shouldn’t have happened. 
You didn’t predict this happening at all and it made you go crazy just like the heat spreading through your body as your hand slipped down your stomach. You didn’t think. Your mind was blank and your fingers moved on their own, teeth biting your lower lip, knees buckling until your frame slipped on the door and meeting the floor. Legs open and back pressed onto the hard wood, you closed your eyes and gasped, hoping that Jaemin’s hangover ears could not hear you.
_____
Jaemin loved how things started to go between you. Bad mannered and moody, you still snapped at him but didn’t run away when he would laugh and pull you into his arms. 
Perhaps Jaemin was making a mistake. The same mistake all over again. 
Perhaps he was giving and giving, thinking the other party felt the same, but he didn’t care anymore. That’s how he was. He wasn’t trying. He felt like hugging you and kissing your forehead just to hear your scream, loving the little smile blooming on your lips when you thought he wasn’t looking. 
He bathed into your silent affection and soon your affection became something else he wouldn’t have expected. 
“I think you should stay at home.” 
Jaemin adjusted his raincoat with furrowed eyebrows. You were standing near the wall of the corridor and watched him about to go out in the pouring rain. 
“Jaemin. There’s a storm outside. Your friend can just call a tow truck or something.” 
The boy has been in a rare bad mood for a little while that day and when he heard that his friend got a flat tire his mood didn’t get any better. And now, with you looking at him as if he was doing something wrong when his conscience was telling him it was the right choice made him unreasonable angry. Because he knew that he should probably listen to you. 
“I know.” 
You huffed. “Then tell him to go fuck himself and stay home.” Jaemin let his shoe fall down on the floor annoyed. “Why do you care so much suddenly?” and while saying it he was already regretting it but was unable to stop. “You’ve hated me since day one and now you care about my well-being?” 
You tightened your lips. “I don’t hate you. I thought-- you understood.” 
Your vulnerability made Jaemin close his eyes for a second. “Fuck, I do. I always do. I understand everyone and I hate it.” 
Sudden lighting made his face spectral and you took a step back. 
“Just stop being a human mat and stop doing stuff you don’t want to do. We’ve talked about this before, haven’t we?” 
If the boy was cooling down, that phrase took it all out of the window. 
“You think it’s easy? Why don’t you stop saying no to everything and start being kinder then? We’ve talked about that as well. You can’t do it either.” 
“I bet I can go one day with saying yes to everything but you can’t go a day by saying no or doing what you want instead of what other people want,” you dared him. 
Jaemin scoffed. “Yeah, sure. I would want to see that.” 
You crossed your arms on your chest determined. “Okay. Starting from this moment I’m going to say yes. What about you? Are you going to refuse people and do what you want? I don’t think so.” 
Jaemin stared at you for a split second and his expression became one you’ve never seen him wear before. With a fluid movement, he filled the space between you until your faces were a breath away from each other. “I want to fuck you. How about that?” 
You almost gasped as you stared at his dark eyes, the storm outside the window giving him an even more dangerous aura. 
Gulping down, your mind started to run and search for an appropriate answer, but it wasn’t necessary as your lips betrayed you by forming a quiet “okay, deal.”
Jaemin’s pupils trembled as if he was surprised himself, yet his hands were quick, stripping him of his raincoat, letting it fall to his feet. 
“The safe word is,” he whispered slowly, “forest.”
You swallowed again, feeling your throat suddenly dry, then you chuckled trying to mask your nervousness. 
“Okay, but forest? Really? That’s very stupid-,” but you couldn't complete your shaky sentence as you found yourself dragged towards the bedroom and knocked on the bed in a second, ass up in the air with Jaemin’s hands on it. “Stupid?” he asked irritated. “Start fucking counting.”   You shivered even though your blood felt like boiling. Not in a thousand years, you would have expected Jaemin to manhandle you like that. 
Spank. 
A little yelp, more because of the surprise than the actual pain since your thick jeans didn’t really allow for much friction, escaped your lips. “One.” Your voice was trembling. “Good girl,” Jaemin’s voice was almost a deep whisper. 
Spank. 
“T-two,” you stuttered as Jaemin increased the force. 
Spank. 
You whined. “Three.” “God, I’ve wanted to do this the first time you left your dirty stuff in the sink and refused to clean up.”
Spank. 
“F-four. So you’re actually able to feel human emotions such as anger, huh?” you chuckled breathlessly. 
Spank. You moaned and your panties started to get too wet and hot for your liking. 
No five could come out of your lips as Jaemin grabbed your arms and rolled you over on your back. His eyes were full of fire and you felt your core tingle as he got on the bed as well, kneeling between your open legs, resting his weight on his hands pressed on each side of your head. “I’m going to stuff you up so hard. Let’s see if you’ll be able to talk back again, princess.” You were about to chuckle, pretending that his words didn’t affect you, but you lost it at the pet name. A little gasp left your lips in the form of a single breath and Jaemin got even closer as if catching it. “Oh, you like it? You want to be called like that?” he teased you. You gulped nervously and nodded. “Then I won’t do it,” he whispered, mouths almost touching. You raised your head to connect his lips with yours but Jaemin pulled away with a laugh until you couldn’t reach him anymore. Then he got closer again when you rested your head down. “Wanna kiss me?” his voice caressed your ears just the way one of his hands started to draw little circles down your neck. You turned your head to the side, giving him more space. “Hm?” he asked while the tip of his tongue traced the outline of your ear. You shivered at the sensation. “Yeah, wanna kiss you,” you replied, remembering the dare, even though, you realized with deep shame, you would have answered positively anyways. Jaemin’s soft chuckle added to the sensation growing between your legs and you would have rubbed them together if Jaemin’s bust weren’t there, so close to your core yet so far away. “Ask me nicely,” he ordered. You bit your lower lip and looked up at him, trying to flirt back, maybe making Jaemin weak the way he was making you feel. But the boy’s smile never flattered. “Do you not want to kiss me?” you fluttered your eyelashes. Jaemin shook his head. “No.” “I want to kiss you so badly though,” you tried again. “Sounds like a you problem.” “Okay, so you’re not actually able to feel human emotions,” you dropped the sugary tone. “This is pretty human in my book,” he lowered his hips grinding on you, his hard cock making you jolt even through the layers of clothes. “I have to do what I want right? Then I want to fuck you until there’s no trace of that attitude left, but on my terms,” and you would have replied if Jaemin didn’t rise on his knees again, looking at you sprawled in front of him like a full meal and if his hands didn’t go to your waistband, unbuttoning your pants and roughly dragging them down. Your legs fell on the bed like dead weight after the jeans were thrown somewhere in the room. Jaemin got between them again but not to do what you hoped he would. Instead, he reached on the shelves behind you and you recognized the sound before seeing the object: a pair of shiny metal handcuffs. Your eyes widened at the sight and Jaemin chuckled. “You want me to tie you up?” you tried to joke, knowing damn well that they weren’t for his wrists. Jaemin ignored your useless question and handcuffed you, tugging at the chain connecting your hands, making you whine as he hooked it to a nail above your head. You looked up, blaming yourself for not noticing it sooner and shivered at the sudden realization that Jaemin had probably done it very often. A little fear of what he might do to you crept in the back of your mind but instead of spreading panic through your body, it spread a wave of pleasure, collecting itself in a single pulsating point between your legs. “Tell me the truth. It’s the first time you’re not the one tied to the bed, right?” you teased him. “No, but it does look like it’s your first time, isn’t it, love?” his eyes were sweet and kind, the usual look Jaemin would give you in the morning or before going to bed, yet it changed in a second as he calmly slipped his fingers on your hips, getting under your panties and dragging them down your thighs. He twirled them around his finger a few times, the tip of his tongue moisturizing his dry lips as he drank in the view of your spread legs. “You’re not taking off this?” you tried to drift his attention to your face instead, shimming your bust as to indicate what you were talking about, suddenly very shy of you being so exposed to him and definitely not used to the look on his face. But Jaemin didn’t budge. He still stared where he wanted, as if almost caressing you with his gaze as he replied. “It would be a shame. That’s my hoodie, isn’t it? Tell me,” he got closer, hovering over you, finally looking at you in the eyes, making you regret that he wasn’t looking away as before, “does it still have my perfume on? Were you thinking about me today just as you touched yourself that time while wearing it?” he purred and chuckled at your shocked expression. “This apartment has very thin walls, angel. But if it makes you feel better, I’ll tell you my little secret as well, yeah?” You nodded breathlessly. “I was fucking my fist to your pretty moans as well, thinking about your sweet lips wrapped around my cock,” he rubbed his thumb on your lower lip, making you open your mouth as if about to kiss you, then smirked. “What about you? Were you thinking about this-” he let his hand fall from your face down your body until reaching between your legs, touching your wet core with two fingers, dragging them up and down slowly. You jolted, inhaling sharply at the feeling, eyes unable to stay open. “-or maybe this?” his voice was a whisper as his fingertips circled your clit, snapping a whine out of you. His shiny necklace was dangling in front of your face, then it laid on your chest as he got closer and pressed his lips on your neck, sucking your skin in, playing with it with his tongue. “Was it perhaps this?” he spoke again as he easily slipped his middle finger inside of you. The wet sounds of him pumping your pussy made you even more aroused and it probably had the same effect on Jaemin since a little low growl roared in his chest. He slipped another finger in. “Do you hear it? So wet and all for me,” his hot breath ghosted your ear. “Jaemin, please,” you mumbled, the building up sensation keeping you on the edge but not enough to grow to what your gut needed. Jaemin raised his bust and sat down on his heels with a cocky smile, looking at the way his fingers disappeared inside you, glistening with your juices. “You’re in no position to ask for anything, angel,” he reminded you calmly. “But I appreciate the please. Now, let’s learn to say thank you as well, shall we?” You whined, rocking your hips against his hand, urging him to go faster. The boy raised an eyebrow at your eagerness and let himself down on his elbows between your legs. “Do you want to feel my tongue?” “Yes, yes, please,” you replied, all of your pride out of the window. “Like this?” he licked your inner thigh. You protested and it only made Jaemin more amused. “Sorry, like this?” he drew a line on one of your lips, so close yet so far. “Jaemin, I’ll fucking make you pay,” you spoke through your teeth and Jaemin clicked his tongue as if disappointed, retrieving his fingers from you and leaving you all empty. “No, no, no,” you wailed, eyes wide staring at him. “What was that? Did I hear some-” he cupped his ear with one hand in a playful act, “-attitude?” “Shit, Jaemin, you said you’re going to fuck the attitude out of me, yet here you are, not doing anything to me.” Jaemin’s smile disappeared in a second leaving space for a dark expression. Usually, he would have continued to smile, but this Jaemin was a different person. “Oh, be careful what you wish for, angel,” he whispered and dove into your core, not leaving you a single second to breathe in properly. You moaned hard feeling his quick tongue, curling your toes and tugging at the handcuffs keeping your arms painfully above your head. “Oh oh- fuck me,” and he did it, lapping at your wetness, fingers shoved back inside of you, quick to find your sweet spot thanks to your increasing moans guiding his movements. His name on your whiny lips probably made him insane since he started to move even quicker, so quick to make you arch your back, not stopping even when you started to uncontrollably shake, coming all over his tongue. Your legs tried to get together but Jaemin didn’t agree with that, slapping your thighs away his with free hand and diving back in, sucking on your clit as if nothing happened. You cried out and mumbled something about stopping but Jaemin didn’t accept anything besides the safe word. Deaf to your protests, he ravaged you until hearing your loud whimpers again, this time shaking so hard that the bed frame moved with you, your wrists hurting as you tugged at the handcuffs again. Only then Jaemin lifted himself on his knees again, breathless, your juices wetting his lips and chin, a thin layer of sweat matting his fringe to the forehead. “How are we feeling, baby?” he grabbed the collar of his t-shirt and undressed himself, revealing one of the best bodies you’ve seen in real life. Unable to speak, still coming down from your high, you just stared at him, fucked numb, and he still didn’t even put his cock to good use yet. “Good,” Jaemin seemed satisfied as he caressed his abs, going down to the waistband of his grey sweats with a slow movement. He teased you like that for a second, loving the way your eyes were trained on his hard one. “You want it?” he asked with a smirk, palming it and outlining its form. “Yes,” you managed to say. Jaemin clicked his tongue. “You’re back to speaking now. Better do something about it,” he commented and took off his bottoms alongside his boxers. In a single movement, your legs were around his waist and the tip of his cock was tasting your entrance. Jaemin moved it up and down with his hand, spreading your abundant juices on it, making you almost whimper with expectation before finally filling you up slowly with a deep grunt. And you felt every centimetre of it, stretching you out, making the air leave your lungs in the same moment until you felt it hit far inside where no cock has possibly touched before. “Shit-” Jaemin whispered as you moaned, slowly making more space inside your tight walls by swiftly rolling his hips. He didn’t need to keep the pace low for a long time though as you quickly adjusted to his girth, high pitched pleasure whimpers leaving your rough throat instead of pained ones. Jaemin swore again, thrusting every time faster, grabbing your legs and putting them on his shoulders, hitting it from a better angle. "Louder, baby. I want to hear your moans." You bit your lower lip, the remnants of your brattiness lingering on your tongue. "Then make me moan, Jaemin-," and in that second you realized that you've fucked up. Jaemin descended in a breath, making your thighs touch your chest, one of his hands deeply pressed into the pillow, the other tightened around your throat. He was quick. Oh, he was so quick you felt like you were about to go blind. "Like this? Huh?" the creak of the bed and the slapping of the skin almost covering his teeth spoken questions. When you came you felt your eyes roll back and Jaemin finally let you inhale, oxygenating your fucked out brain. Little pleas slipped your trembling lips, imitating your shaking muscles. But Jaemin didn't stop until you felt his hot cum spurting deep inside of you, making you clench hard around him, finally hearing his choked moans as well. His hips moved and moved until you begged. “Jaemin, Jaem- I can’t, I can’t take this anymore." “You know what to say, angel. A single word and I’ll stop,” he reminded you. You bit your lower lip, staring at him in the eyes. “Oh, so you like it that much, huh? Like - a - little - slut," he accompanied each of his last four words with a deep thrust. "Your tight little pussy can’t take it anymore but you still want it, isn’t that right, princess? You like to be used like this, just as I please. You’re filled up so much that it’s dripping out, baby. Would you let me use your other pretty holes as well?” “Fuck, Jaemin, you’re driving me crazy,” you whined, a few warm tears collecting to the sides of your eyes. “Oh, my baby is crying because it’s that good? Do you love it? You want more of my cock, right?” he cooed sweetly. “Yes, yes, please,” you squirmed underneath him. “No,” he shook his head amused slipping out of your hot pussy, slapping your clit with his tip. You jolted and tugged at the handcuffs. Jaemin smiled and jerked his cock between your legs. "Oh, fuck," his voice darkened as his fingers wrapped his glistening cock, fucking himself while looking at your abused pussy. He was so hot, with strands of wet hair to hide his eyes, open red lips to let out deep grunts and his abs flinching when his thumb would press into the tip of his cock that a little whine escaped your lips. "Give it to me." Jaemin looked up at your begging face with a smirk, hand not slowing down at all. "Where do you want it?" You let your tongue out and you could visibly see the moment during which Jaemin forced a moan down his throat. In a second your arms were down and you sighed relieved as he silently unlocked the handcuffs. But you didn't live that pleasurable moment for long that your bruised wrists were grabbed again to make you stand up on your knees in front of him. Jaemin looked at your face for a short while, almost tenderly, eyes darting from your eyes to your lips, before he gripped your head and forced your on all fours, his other hand keeping his cock aligned to your face. You whimpered at the sudden movement but opened your mouth, looking up at Jaemin, waiting for him to do whatever he wanted to you. And he did just that. A choked moan vibrated up his length as he thrust on your tongue, making you taste yourself and his cum at once. Jaemin hummed once then whined, stopping the air inside his nose as if choking before releasing it with through his open mouth and it was so sexy that you desired to listen to his sounds forever. And they got louder as you bobbed your head, his hands loosely gripping your face before palming your shoulders and back, going further until reaching your ass and grabbing it, kneading your soft flesh, shoving himself even further inside your throat. Overstimulated, it took him less time to cum the second time and you loved it how briefly at your mercy he was when you let his cock out, a little string of saliva connecting your tongue to his tip, jerking him off until feeling his seed paint your face. "So fucking hot, fuck-," he groaned, staring down at your expression until you milked him all up. 
Both breathless you just looked at each other until a little smile broke on your lips. He followed suit and chuckled, one trembling hand searching for his t-shirt to clean you up. 
"Wait," he said when you sat up,  putting one finger to your cheek and sucking it clean. 
"Delicious," you raised one eyebrow. "Yeah, I bet," Jaemin replied sarcastic one hand sliding on your jaw while the other cleaned up your cheeks. You closed your eyes with a smile and waited for him to be done, not expecting the little peck he places on your lips. 
When you opened your eyes surprised, Jaemin continued to pat your skin as if nothing happened. 
"What was that?" you inquired. 
The boy blinked at you innocently. "You had something on your lips."
Your smile grew. "And it's all off now? I think there's some left. Wanna check?" 
Jaemin let the t-shirt go on the side in that instant and kissed you deeply, almost making you fall on your back. It was soft and careful, yet so intense that if you wouldn't have felt so spent it would have turned you on again. And maybe you still could go on for a while because when Jaemin tilted your head to the side and circled your tongue with his, you could have sworn that the heat between your legs came back stronger than ever. 
"Wait here," he whispered on your skin and got up, letting you admire the back view until he disappeared outside the room. 
With a deep sigh, you let yourself fall on the bed again, stretching your sore muscles, the realization that you've just had some mad sex slowly creeping in. 
When Jaemin came back you were almost drifting to sleep, lulled by the sound of the rain. 
"Come." A little whine rolled out of your lips as you opened your eyes again. Jaemin smiled looking at you for a few moments before sliding his arms under your knees and waist. 
"Jaemin, wait, no-," you jolted awake but not being able to do anything besides wrapping your arms around his neck. "You can't carry me-," but he shushed you and in a few moments you were already in the bathroom, the hot water still filling the bathtub. 
He put you down and held your waist when you realized your legs were still wobbly and helped you step inside the soapy water. When he followed suit, placing himself behind you and pulling you towards him, you felt your cheeks on fire. 
"You alright?" he whispered, hands already trained on your body, massaging your body softly. 
You nodded and inhaled sharply as he traced your bust with two fingers, going down between your legs. "Jaemin-," your thighs closed around his wrist while your face pressed on his bicep to your left. 
His soft chuckle brushed against your temple. "I'm not doing anything. Just cleaning you out," he had the courage to say. When you arched your back he retrieved his hand and grabbed a soft loofah. With gentle and careful strokes, he passed it on your skin starting from the chest and shoulders then going down on your torso, giving a little bit too much attention to your breasts. Too turned on but also embarrassed about him washing you up, you could just stare at the way the bubbly water dripped on your skin and when he ordered you to turn around, you couldn't bear to look at him in the eyes. Hands on our ankles, as you rested your back to the other side of the tub, he worked your legs up slowly, enjoying the view and your shy expression maybe too much. 
"You're so beautiful," he commented in a low, playful tone and you felt like asking him to get you off for the nth time that night. 
Perhaps it showed on your face or maybe he could read minds, but when he reached your inner thighs, he let he loofah float and touched you with his fingers, pulling you towards him until you straddled his lap. 
"The bet is off now. You can insult me just like before," he smirked while his fingers made their way between your aching folds. 
The breath you inhaled was shaky and you had to press your forehead against his, your hands restless on his wet shoulders. 
"I wasn't like that because of the bet," you confessed and Jaemin's pupils visibly trembled while his lips curved in a little smile. "And I'm not like this now because of it either."
A low sound vibrated in Jaemin's chest before he whispered against your open mouth. 
"So you saying that you're actually a good girl?" 
You nodded, unable to speak as the boy's fingers picked up the pace on your clit. 
"I know," he placed a peck on the corner of your mouth, "you're such a good girl," a peck on your jaw, "especially for me" a peck on your neck. 
You exhaled with a whine and let your head fall back, digging your nails into his skin, finally being able to touch him as you've wanted to do before. Jaemin took the opportunity to let his lips descend to your nipples, sucking them inside the warmth of his mouth, twirling the buds with his wet tongue until it was unbearable for you to not moan his name uncontrollably. 
Your body was all mush when you came again with an almost scream, pulling his head against your chest until his fingertips left your throbbing clit and traced your thigh, going around it and palming your ass. When you finally unclenched your arms from around his neck, he looked up from between the swell of your breasts with a soft giggle. 
"Sorry," you mumbled but he shook his head, a kind of adoration in his eyes that you've never seen before. 
"I loved it-," he started but stopped abruptly afterwards, as if not wanting to let the words aching on his tongue to roll freely. 
You sat down deeper on his thighs until your eyes were at the same level. 
"And?" you touched his chest slowly, fingers still trembling from the high. 
He swallowed, mind running at an incredibly high speed reflected in his suddenly troubled eyes. 
"And I think that-- fuck, I might love you as well." 
Oh. 
It made your whole body shake again. 
Jaemin noticed and you wondered what kind of expression you had on to make him look so worried all of a sudden. 
"Is it too much? Too soon?" he cupped your face with one hand.  
You couldn't look him in the eyes. "I don't know-- I just-" 
Jaemin shushed you. "It's alright. You don't have to do or say anything."
You shook your head and raised your gaze. "I just- I really want to let myself go and believe it."
The boy stayed silent for a moment as if wondering what his next words should be and you hated it. Nights and nights of talking freely with him made you understand how refreshing it was to be yourself and not walk on eggshells around people. And you knew that Jaemin felt the same. Seeing him now, delicate fingers on your skin as if afraid to break you, made your heart ache.  
"You care too much, Jaemin. Don't worry about me like this. We've talked about it."
Jaemin briefly licked his lower lip. "How can I not care about you when no one has cared about you before?" 
And you choked on the amount of tears that suddenly made your vision blurry.  
The boy pulled you towards him and you rested your forehead on his shoulder. "I know," he talked with a shaky voice, "I know I'm too kind and all that stuff and everything you've said is true, I need to change for my own sake, but-," his arms held you even more tightly, "not when it comes to you. I want to be like that with you. And I'm going to change, yes, I'll say no and refuse to do things people ask of me if this is what you want."
His words didn't make your sobs slow down but you raised your face and touched his cheeks. 
"Then I want you to care about yourself the way you care about me, Jaemin." 
"I care about myself now, because you care about me." 
You chuckled. "That's still doing stuff for other people." Jaemin smiled and stroked your under eye with his thumbs. "It's not for other people. It's for you. Because I love you, Y/N." 
You bit your lower lip as a new tide of tears announced their way. 
“I never said I care about you though,” your lower lip trembled after you let it go. “You don’t have to say it.” “I hate you.” “Yeah,” he kissed your lips. “And I don’t like cuddles and I don’t like breakfast.” “Yeah,” he kissed you again. 
And again. 
Until you didn’t let him go anymore and he was sure of being loved back. 
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tobi-momo · 4 years ago
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Short Hair :)
a/n: thank you for requesting anon! i once cut my hair pretty short and was also a lil insecure so this helped me too! feel free to come by my inbox any time! Also- big big thank you to my sis @combat-wombatus​ <3 for basically coming up with the ground structure yall should go follow her bc her works? literal *chefs kiss* (i also kind took it as a pixie cut? so i am v sorry if you wanted the hair shorter) Request: 
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Genre: Fluff, comfort (?), i think i kept this mostly GN, sooo
Warnings: cursing, insecurity, (i think thats it?)
general taglist: @zerohawks​ @hitosushi​ 
Bakugou’s Crush Being Insecure About Their Short Hair
Mina had always been an unpredictable sparring partner
She was always jumping around and throwing her acid carelessly, trying to have fun with you as you actually try to do something with your quirk
Kirishima knows how much of a mess Mina can be and because yall are using his workout equipment- he needs to supervise.
He was givin yall tips n shit- very manly of him
You guys were getting into it, really trying to defeat one another when Mina made a mistake
Her acid hits your hair, burning it off to almost above chin length
Kirishima hurries over to your side, checking your neck and head for injuries and burns before turning over to Mina
“I’m so so so so so sorry, y/n! I didn’t mean to I swear!”
“It’s- It’s fine,” you lied, now super embarrassed and insecure, “i’ll just get it fixed or something. No big deal.”
“You’re lucky it was no big deal, one inch to the right and the acid woulda cut through your neck,” kirishima adds, worried about your state- you could always count on him to see behind your mask- thats one of the reasons hes your best friend
“Are you okay?” Mina pleads
“Yeah, of course, I just need to fix,” you point to your mess that you call hair, “this,” you breathe out a laugh
Mina basically freaks out and Kirishima being the manliest man to ever exist takes care of you <33 (not like that tho- this is a baku x reader, ok!)
He gives you a ride to the hair salon (he needed to touch up on his hair too ngl) and totally hypes you up the entire time you were getting your hair trimmed
It made you feel better, but you were still iffy about your hair, but what else were you gonna do? Shave your head? Hell no.
He knew this, of course, and offered you one of his hats to where during school hours until you were comfortable
So, showing up to school in Kirishima’s hat set someone in particular off. 
Walking into class with an expressionless face, you take your seat and sloppily drop your bag on the floor beside your chair. Not feeling up to interacting with anyone, especially since your new haircut was the shortest it’s ever been ever. You just wanted to crawl inside a hole and never come out. You didn’t want to hear other people’s remarks on your hair, you didn’t want people to look at it. You didn’t want Mina to feel bad of course, but you couldn’t help but feel...not right.
“What the fuck is that?” You look up unfazed until you see Bakugou, the one that made your heart flutter when you looked at him, and your face flushing red as you stare at him, embarrassed as all hell when he points at Kirishima’s hat.
“What is what?” You ask, acting oblivious, but you can tell he can see through that.
“That, the ugly fuckin’ hat you have on. Take it off.”
“No can do, Baku-kun,” you reply, nonchalant.
“Well why the hell not?” His temper shows when he doesn’t get his way.
“Because.” You look down at your desk.
“You shitty fucking woman.” You look up at him again, bored, before you start tapping your finger on the desk repeatedly. “If you don’t take Shitty Hair’s hat off right now I will rip it off of your head.”
How did he know it was Kirishima’s hat? You finally give in, not wanting him to pull your hat off without giving him a warning for what he might see. 
You moan in defeat, sitting up. “Mina. She burned my hair with her quirk so I had to cut it.”
“I said sorry!” Mina chimes in. You acknowledge her for a moment, then turn back to Bakugou.
“Lemme see,” he says softly, which surprises you and makes your pulse stutter, but you won’t give up so easily.
“No.”
He tilts his head, giving you a glare that makes you think he actually might take your hat off forcibly. Ok, so you may give up a little easily. You sigh and slowly take off your hat. Kirishima watches from afar, smiling widely while he hits Kaminari and Sero with the back of his arm, catching their attention to face you. 
Your hair is revealed, and all Bakugou can do is stare. Just- stare. You regret coming to class. You stand up, making your chair screech on the floor before grabbing your bag, mumbling curses to yourself before heading out. Before you could close the door, though, you felt your arm being tugged back into the classroom. Your head whips around to see Bakugou having the same distraught, shocked expression on his face- almost looked like disbelief.
“What? Leave me alone.” You try to pull your arm back before Bakugou uses his other hand to grab your same arm, his expression not faltering. “What the hell is your problem? It’s short, yeah, I get that. You don’t need to rub it in my face.” You look away. Of course he would have that reaction. He thought you were ugly. 
Mina’s face falters, turning into a frown, sad for you and also mad at herself. Kirishima took notice and gave her a reassuring look.
“You look-” Bakugou fails to get a sentence out, stumbling on his words.
“I look what. Just say it already.”
“Fucking beautiful.” Your head shoots up, and everyone in the back of the class silently cheers while they await your response. You hear a couple gasps in the background, but don’t pay attention when you tilt your head in confusion.
“W-what?” You furrow your eyes, completely taken by surprise. 
Bakugou’s eyes widen for a second before returning to normal, letting go of your rights. He clears his throat as he turns away with a blush. “I said you look beautiful. Got a problem?” 
You look around the room, seeing everyone’s expression. Everyone- mostly everyone- was smiling towards you too, like they have been waiting for it to happen. Mina nods at you, nudging you on. Kirishima winks at you, pointing his head at Bakugou, who is currently facing the door frame. You look back at him, realizing how flustered he is. You smile. So- he didn’t think you were ugly? He thought you were beautiful. *He* thought you were beautiful. Short hair and all. Wow. 
“No. I don’t.” He looks at you with shock, not expecting that answer. 
“Good. Now don’t ever wear Shitty Hair’s hat ever again,” he tries to pull off. With that, he takes the hat of your head and chucks it at Kirishima, who catches it then laughs, giving everyone else the queue to start bombarding you with compliments and questions.
Having short hair may not be so bad.
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quirklessidiot · 5 years ago
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Title: coward :: obliviousness Pairing: Y/N x Miya Atsumu Genre: angst, romance, and very slow burn [ex to lovers au] Warnings: Cursing, alchohol, mentions of unprotected sex, unplanned pregnancy, and mentions of abortion
Synopsis: Atsumu seems nicer these days and you seem to see him more than before. Meanwhile, your kids meet someone they probably shouldn’t have.
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three more chapters till the end!!! I’m so happy by all of the love! really! its definately been one of my favorite fanfictions to write since its angsty and im in love with angst stories skjsksksksks 
i think this chapter is the shortest one amongst the rest idk shhshshshs anyways i hope yall still love it wuwuwuwu. Hope you all are doing well and ilyasm!!!! have a gweat day!!!
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You thought you’d never see Miya Atsumu again but here he was, in your son's sports club, helping out Sugawara. Wasn’t it supposed to be volleyball season? What was he doing here? Helping the kids and picking up volleyballs? Didn’t he hate kids?
“...We train every morning and I personally train every night. You know my sched, it's what I did back then in college too.” He shrugs nonchalantly, “Plus I wanted to personally apologize to the brats too because of what ‘samu and I did.”
You tilt your head in curiosity, “What did younger Miya-san do?”
“Beat’s me, your brat told me that ‘samu made you cry when he confronted you,” he blinked, recalling the first meeting he had with the kid, come to think of it, they did had a pretty good reason to be wary of him from the start, “Must’ve said something really shitty if you cried, L/N-san. You never cried except that night at the frat party when I first actually got to talk to you.”
Nostalgia hits you when you recall that day, it was a shitty day indeed. The only upside was seeing and talking to Miya Atsumu for the first time and getting him to bandage your leg.
“Oh.”
“Oh indeed.” the blonde stated, wiggling his eyebrows, “He’s just overprotective sometimes which is weird since we used to get into fist fights. Doesn’t excuse him for being an asshole to ya though.”
“He was being rational.” You expressed, watching him pick up the last volleyball.
“He has no right to though.” he retorted, annoyed that you were letting it slide, “Let’s be honest here, who did you left six years ago?”
“What-”
“You left me.” He cuts you off, giving you no chance to talk, you’d think he’d sound bitter by it but he anything but that. It was as if he was proving a point, “And I’ll admit I was angry at first by what you did and how it ended but that doesn’t give my friends and my brother the right to intervene. I’m not a fucking kid, I know what I got into when we started dating.”
“Miya-san, I-”
“So let me make it up to you, alright? Before we started dating, I was your friend first. Now that we’re both responsible adults and you’re a single mom at least let your friend help you. You can handle that shit right?” He replied but before you could even agree to him, your kids went out of the comfort room, fully changed to dryer clothes.
“Kaasan!” They yell in unison but immediately stop in their tracks when they see Miya Atsumu standing next to you.
“What’s this jiji doing here?” Yuuto spat out bitterly, looking the other way. The younger twin followed suit and looked the other way too, making Atsumu laugh and bend down to their level, “I heard from your kaasan that you like to eat cake. How about a truce? I know a good place that sells good cakes.”
Yuuto and Youta eyed him warily and you patted the oldest twin’s head, “Baby don’t you have something to say to Miya-san too?” your voice was softer towards him, Atsumu still couldn’t get used to your personality switch with the twins. He watches in amusement as the twin tries to sputter out a sorry.
“S-so...sorry…” he frowned, “I should’ve been a big boy and not call you names.”
“Youta, you too.” You urged the younger one.
The other twin frowned and also had trouble apologizing to him like his twin, “S-Sorry...I won’t do the same…” he apologized under his breath.
Atsumu couldn’t help but laugh at the dynamic they seem to have created, at least they weren’t as close-minded as they were before, “No sweat, kid.” He said, “I’m sorry for making you feel bad and for what my brother did too. Now, let’s get that cake shall we?”
You hold Yuuto on one hand and Youta on the other as you head to his car, after helping the kids at the backseat, he opens the front seat for you, “Oh, um…” You blinked, the sudden feeling of embarrassment creeped in, “You didn’t have to-”
He rolls his eyes in reply, “Get in, L/N-san. I don’t bite.”
The boys were quiet at the back first until Atsumu tried to strike a conversation with them, “What made you guys like volleyball?”
Youta, being the more open one, suddenly jumps on his seat, “ ‘Kaasan has an old volleyball at home! We saw it and started asking her about it!”
“Oh?” he stops at the traffic light and stares at you, quite surprised since he never pegged you to keep something of his after the break-up, “Didn’t know you kept my old memorabilia with you.”
Yuuto’s eyes seem to widen when he hears that, “No way, that was yours?” he sputters out, shocked.
“Yeah.” he laughed, starting the car again when the light turned green, eyes crinkling in amusement, “Your ‘kaasan and I used to be very close before. I used to sleepover and leave some of my stuff at her place.”
“Hm.” you clicked your tongue, recalling those times when Atsumu would just come in your home unannounced like you both lived together, “He was incredibly all over the place and messy like you two.” 
“Wow!” Youta grins, seemingly excited, “What was kaasan like, jiji? I bet she was super nice and caring and a super good friend!”
The look of amusement never left his face as he agreed to the young boy, the rest of the ride was filled with Youta being overly-excited and asking Atsumu about you during college and about how you met him, “We were in the same class.” You replied, seemingly indifferent by it. You were used to this question before.
“Nope.” He replied, popping the p, an amused smirk worming its way to his face as he recalls differently since he never told you how he met you, “I saw your mom around a lot during the first few months of school.”
You were turned silent by his story, you didn’t know this part. You always thought that the first time you and Atsumu got acquainted was in that minor class you took during the second semester, “...I had also accidentally hit your mom with one of my serves while she was looking for a friend.” He recounts, parking the car in front of a very aesthetically-looking cake shop.
Your brows furrowed in deep thought, that was him? How come-
“Your ‘kaasan’s too famous, she probably doesn’t even remember the minimal interaction we had.” he joked, feigning hurt.
“Wow mom, I bet you must’ve hated jiji when he hit you with those super powerful serves!”
“She probably would if she remembered.” 
You take the kids out of the car but Youta was still too entranced by Atsumu that he went ahead and wobbled next to him. The tall volleyball player was nice enough to match the younger one’s pace as they walked towards the shop, “Traitor.” You heard Yuuto mutter as you trailed behind him.
“I thought you forgave him.” 
“Won’t stop watchin’ at him though, ‘kaasan.”” He grumbled but you can tell he was starting to slowly soften up to the blonde.
Atsumu (after much persistence) paid for the cakes and even got you a sugar-free one, Youta was very elated as soon as his cake was served and Yuuto was muttering something about how unfair it was as he started to stuff on hiw own slice, the blonde laughed at the contrasting personalities. They were so alike yet so different at the same time.
It reminded him so much of ‘samu and him back then.
“Oh, wait a moment. I have to pick up this phone call. Would you mind watching them for a sec?” You asked, Atsumu shakes his head to the side and he watches you exit the shop and take the call, the familiar expression of your creased forehead and narrowed eyes coming into play.
“Jiji, have you ever met our otosan?” Youta suddenly asks.
Atsumu feels his heart waver, this was such a heavy topic to ask but Youta didn’t seem to know the weight of his words. Yuuto was quiet this time too, observing him intently, the blonde setter suddenly cleared his throat, “I heard your kaasan met your otosan right after she graduated early and left me suddenly.” he tried to smile, looking unaffected, “So no, I haven’t met him.”
“Is that why you're mad at ‘kaasan?” Yuuto suddenly asks, head tilt to the side, “Because she left you su-suddenly?” The boy seemed to have a problem with longer words but he seemed very perceptive for his age. ‘Gee, were kids always this nosy?’ the blonde setter thought.
 “Did your mom tell you that?” Atsumu lilted, dodging the question well, munching on his cake.
“She said that she broke something really bad that you owned.” Yuuto disclosed, brows furrowed together as if he was thinking very hard about what you said, “And that she deserved it”
Silence engulfed the table for a moment as he felt his throat dry up with the new load of information, “Your ‘kaasan is a very strong woman,” he began. The boy's eyes,especially Yuuto’s, lights up at the compliment they heard, “And she doesn’t deserve anything bad. So when someone tries to do something bad to her, even me, make sure you give’em a good spike.”
“Really?”
“Really, kiddo.” He hums in agreement, “You have to protect your ‘kaasan since your otosan isn’t here anymore.”
Youta’s eyes flicker at the mention of their father, “Jiji, you’re so funny.” he laughs very suddenly.
Atsumu’s brow upturns at the sudden statement of the twin.
“Otosan isn’t dead.” Atsumu feels his shoulder tense at those words, it seems like the twins were giving him such a field day today with questions and new information, “ ‘Kaasan says that he’s off somewhere following his dreams and he’ll come back soon.”
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Atsumu wants to ask about a lot of things.
He wants to ask about what Youta said, he wants to ask who the fucking asshole was, he wants to ask why you’re waiting for him when he left you hanging by a thread there with two kids.
He really does but when he drops you off at your home and a sudden troubled expression graces your features when you see an older woman standing there, he knows that it isn’t the right time. Instead, he quietly says goodbye and watches the interaction closely from a distance. A bit of worry filling him since he didn’t like that expression you were showing.
The twins didn’t seem to know who the older woman was but judging by her body language she knew you very well.
Come to think of it, her features were very familiar. Cold eyes, (h/c) hair, a very familiar facial feature.
Could it be-
“Y/N…” she tries to call out but you immediately walk past her, paying her no attention. He feels nervous, “Y/N, please don’t ignore me. I’m your okaasan-”
Suddenly he realizes why he has never met your family at all.
Judging by the interaction he sees, you were anything but close with them and that your relationship with them was stagnant (it probably worsened since you got kids at an early age and the father left you to dry). The kids probably don’t even know who that woman was, you continue to ignore her as you sons look at her warily.
When she starts to get physical, he gets out of the car and tries to stop the women from getting any closer to you and the boys, “What are you doing? Don’t you know who I am-” the woman tries to yell her way through but the blonde notices how you flinch away from her as soon as you hear her loud voice and hide the kids behind you as if you were protecting them.
“She doesn’t want to see you or have her near her kids, so please leave before I call security.” Atsumu tried to calm the situation down, not wanting to raise his voice, he could be wrong about his assumptions and he didn’t want to let your mom see him in a bad light.
“You don’t understand-”
“Obaasan.” his voice was anything but nice and friendly now, he wanted to try and respect the woman who brought you to this world, he really does, but right now he wouldn’t mind calling the cops on her if she resorted to making a scene here,  “Please leave before I call for security.”
Your mother grips on her expensive handbag tight and with one last glance to you, she immediately walks away. You don’t notice how you’re shaking and that Youta is crying behind you while Yuuto is trying his best to calm his twin down by insulting him and calling him a crybaby.
“L/N-san, are you-”
“I’m fine.” You cut him off, taking in a few deep breaths to calm you down, “I’m fine.”
He grabs your wrist and stares at you dead in the eye, “You’re shaking, Y/N.” He suddenly says your name softly, you're scared that if he goes nearer, he’d hear your ranging heart beat so you take a step further back and let go of his hold.
Atsumu narrows his eyes and tightens his lips at your response but decides against it, instead he turns to Youta and Yuuto, “I have a game next week and I got extra tickets, would you like to watch? The adlers and I will be playing, I heard one of ya likes Tobio-chan so much.”
Youta finally stops crying as soon as he hears the mention of free tickets and turns to a bundle of excited energy. Yuuto even starts jumping up and down at the mention of Kageyama Tobio. 
Atsumu still has a lot of questions for you though, about your family, why you haven’t mentioned them, or the fact that their asshole of a father just left you to fulfill his dreams (he’s angry, very angry especially about this one) yet when he sees the small smile on your lips as you watch your kids jump up and down.
He holds back.
Those questions can wait another day.
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ravenempress101 · 5 years ago
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🖤 A Raven’s Heart 🖤Angry Sweet pea Imagine
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Warnings: Knifeplay, alcoholism,A little smut,cursing, manhandled
I Am Craving Sweet Pea Yall! 
“Do you miss me?’
 He asks a hint of a devilish grin in his eyes No y/n replied stopping her real feelings from creeping up her throat and satisfied his cruel curiosity as y/n captures her Jack Daniels and the liquid slides down her throat drowning her intensities toward Sweet Pea “Well your body says otherwise ” Sweet pea boomed. His assumption entered your insides as they trembled. Sitting next to you at the white Wyrm bar. Y/n sided eyed him and rolled her eyes. As he tapped the table. The bar tender nodded her head and passed him a glass of Hennessy with a hint of lemon. “And how do you know what I need” y/n spat in venom at Sweet Pea.  
Y/n coughed from the smoke of the bar. Sitting there collecting her thoughts. As the SouthSider let out a chuckle. Her and Sweet Pea were an interesting mix. They always had history and affairs with a messy story behind it all. “I always know what you need” As he stood close to her ear as he sipped his alcohol. Y/n felt his dark breath sweep by her ear. His aromatic breathe made her body shiver. Y/n knew she wanted him, she missed the dark affairs from her and Pea. The temptation he placed on both of them was just as mysterious and lustful, she could go for a hit.
 “Okay Sweet pea I don’t need your…” Y/n guzzled her liquor and then placed the glass back down and then stood up from her chair and started to walk from him but y/n crashed into Sweet pea's frame. His towering figure over her modest body. He had something sharpened and gleaming pressed to her cheek. Y/n’s eyes drift at his arm and her eyes observed a blade he had position on her. Y/n’s orbs welled up with tears blinking rapidly. At his switchblade.y/n’s words were plunge in her throat. She took a big gulp and eyes trailed up to a malicious scowl. “Oh look your all choked up” Gliding the point of the blade to your plump lips and presses hard on your lips. He sniggers as your lip quivers under the cold blade. Sweet Pea knew he owned all your begin. Just by his glimpses toward yourself, under his control .
 “I remember those lips, a instrument of moaning my name” Sweet Pea close to your lips. adjacent from your face with his. He had you reach up to him and try to kiss him but he raised his head up farther. He wanted his play time. y/n wasn’t going to play this mind game. Not tonight. “Can you please move” Y/n shook at her demand from her mouth. 
Sweet pea huffed and removed his switchblade from yourself. He placed it back in his pocket and then he moved an inch from yourself. Y/n strut past him slamming into his side. grabbing your arm and then evolved yourself back into him. She let out a winced. Her head spinning from his trap. “If I don’t ,your gonna scream, maybe even beg hun” Sweet Pea accelerates small pecks on your cheek. He wanted yourself so bad that it hurts, his heart cries out to you. Wanted to prove his tough love toward yourself. His rough palm shifts it's way up your chubby love handles and up your neck and his ringed fingers finds its way under your soft chin. y/n's head raises meeting with his dark chocolate orbs. “I miss you and you know it y/n” sweet Pea pointing his index finger at yourself. whispering to a world that is yours and him alone.
 He knows he freaked up in the worst way but his love for you will always remain in his heart burning like fire. “So I’m all out of love” Y/n sneer as she planted her heart shapes on his bulky finger. Lingering her kiss a smile creeps on her face while Sweet Pea glares at her action taking in his bottom lip with his teeth. “Not my love, y/n come back, I’m not done” luring yourself toward him. Y/n dive from his board Snow White frame and walked toward the entrance of the club to exit. Sweet Pea followed right behind her. They both were in the parking lot staring at each other. “My love as always been there Sweet Pea I’m done literally” As he leaned against his mustang. Y/n crossed her arms over herself as she bit at her lips. Sweet Pea stood up and made it over toward yourself while kicking a pebble. “Baby doll we are going to have a little chat about this leaving me crap your pulling” 
“Crap, nah it’s real” As Sweet Pea was inches from your body. He captured your hand and swung your frame crashing yourself into his hood of his car. she quickly got up from the mustang of the car but he captured your frame up. y/n collided with the top of his hood. Sweet Pea quickly held her down by his bicep on your torso . Legs on both sides of his chubby waist.y/n was exposed to him. As y/n cried out a wince, a heat pooled through her love box. Sweet pea loom over yourself. Sweet Pea was supporting a hard on and y/n could feel it swell by the seconds. Trapped underneath him like all the other times you were with him. “Alright start moving as we chat” “No Sweet pea, p…” “Now” 
Sweet Pea furrowing his eyebrows with a clench jaw. A dark deathly bore came toward yourself. As y/n accelerated up and down on his covered torso. His dark jeans cause friction to your love box. As yourself felt the moist that covered your thighs. “ I always love you, my love has always been genuine” Sweet Pea running his thumb along your jawline. He always admired how your foreign features complimented your demeanor. He always loved that you were his queen. The soft glances you gave him as the car shook with your vibrations toward his hip.
 “Maybe I wanted to be ruined a little more than I wanted to be loved” y/n moaning half her Phrase. As she grabbed Sweet Pea jacket for leverage. Raising up toward him,driving her hips on him slowly. Y/n capturing his chubby bicep and her head found its way in his board shoulder her breathless moan on his neck. As he placed a soft kiss on your neck. His rough hands perceive to your fishnet covered thighs. smoothing velvety circles on the indents. As he licked your shaft of your neck, nipping a little. “So you’ll always want to be used? is that it ruined and used” 
“Yes that’s all I ever was Sweet pea, to you” “Darling I cared for every inch of your heart protected you from everything that the gangs tried to do” His hand streaming down your back. Him granting resistance with your position on him. Y/n leisurely ricochet up and down on him. Sweet Pea groaned a little in your ear. As he planted a kiss on your earlobe. He was knocked back into reality. “Well not as much as Fangs did” Sweet Pea captured your hair and balled into a fist, as your head came in contact with the car crashing .His anger boiled inside of him at the name that spilled out of your mouth. “God,Pea” A wince busted out your lips. 
Y/n paused her movement on Sweet Pea. He gritted his teeth as he threatened. “Dang it y/n! You are really going to bring him up” Sweet Pea had no remorse for yourself. His free hand balled up into a clenched fist bashing in to the car, inches away from your face. He knew you had a thing for sweet pea. His face turned red. His vein on his jaw popped out. he didn’t know every sign, every promise, that you toss his way. He couldn't keep up like sweet pea did, at least he tried to make you feel like a princess. 
“Oh Fangs your so big Sweet Pea could never touch my spot” y/n moaned. Sweet Pea capturing your face and cheeks in his hand. as he scrunches up his fingers so does your face compress toward his action.she was on thin ice and the atmosphere thick with tension. He smirked as his tightened his grip around your face. Y/n eyes shut closed and a scream escaped her heartshappes. Y/n knew she went to far. The revenge on Sweet Pea was her award winning effect on him. “Hun I’ll suggest you take that back if you know what is good for you.”
As Sweet Pea grazes his slender finger around the hem of your pants. y/n breathless under him as his other hand slithered around your neck.capturing your petite neck and slightly enclosing his fingers together. y/n’s breathe hitched in her throat. 
He slide his finger inside your tights. As he tickled your bundle of nerves. y/n clenched at his Rough finger playing with yourself, A Struggled moan escaped from her lips. Sweet Pea’s Anger was so dark. y/n grew to love sweet pea”s anger as he loved her angelic begin she possessed.
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romeoandjulietyouwish · 5 years ago
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Okay. This is going to be a long rant on how I’m frustrated with tumblr and ao3 and this fandom in general so don’t read this if you’re going to be annoying about it. This is very very bitchy. 
so to begin let's talk about comments. I don’t get like any. on anything. It’s a struggle to get past ten comments on a fic (that’s not including my replies). And when I do get comments it’s just like ‘Cute!’ or “Pls continue!” like that’s nice but please don’t? I didn’t fucking spend hours and hours on something I am very passionate about for that shit. Would one sentence hurt you? Would comment on fics at all hurt you? No. It fucking won’t. 
If you want more information on how to comment or stuff like that please let me know cuz i will make a post about that. But let me just tell you this, if you are reading fics without commenting (or a the BARE MINIMUM leaving kudos, please stop. This is why so many writers get frustrated with yall. No this is not me fishing for compliments. This is me telling you that I am doing something for free that I have a lot of anxiety about and i am doing this FOR FREE. YOU DON’T PAY ME FOR THIS SHIT THE LEAST YOU COULD TELL ME IS THAT YOU LIKED IT. 
Okay so next is tumblr. I know we’ve all seen that post about how you should reblog to help creators so that’s not what this is about. This is about leaving comments in tags. At least to me, this is really annoying. If you really want the author or artist to know what you think reply to the post. Or better yet, reblog it and leave your comment in the reblog and not in the tags. I don’t have the fucking time to look through all the reblogs of all my fics and most of the time yall don’t even do that so please. reply to the fic. It is hard? No. None of this should be that hard. (again if you want to know what to say let me know and I’ll make a post)
And on top of that, i have never once seen my fics in a rec list. Not fucking once. And is my writing perfect? No. I know that. But my writing isnt garbage. I know that. But i’m really sick of seeing the same five people and the same five fics in every rec list. And don’t get me wrong. Those authors are great, but there are dozens and dozens of smaller writers who are doing work just as good as them. So please when you make a rec list, add smaller fics. 
Okay so this isnt’ about fics but i’m frustrated and upset so leave me alone. SO I have quite a few friends here on tumblr. Only two of the ten people I talk to are ever the first ones to start a conversation with me. I am always the first one to reach out and start a conversation. This fucking sucks because it makes me think that they don’t want to talk to me. That they don’t care about our relationship. And it feels fucking awful. So you know, send messages to your friends, start conversations. Because i feel like shit all the time when I’m the only one putting in any effort. 
Okay last thing i promise. Now we’re talking about asks. I get <2 a month. That’s it. like? wtf? is it hard to send someone an ask? I don’t think so. Because ill let you in on a secret. Even if you just tell me hi it still makes me happy. Don’t even get me started on ask games because let me tell you a little etiquette some of yall don’t seem to have figured out yet. When you reblog an ask game from someone, it’s courteous to send one to that person. Seriously. Just do it. 
Just try to do better. Please. Becuase the amount of times I’ve considered deleting my fics and giving up on writing in the past month? It’s more than I can even count. 
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hwangskz · 6 years ago
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homeboy! | pizza boy!(han) jisung
i know i was supposed to post the merpeople! au first but !!!! i just wanted to post this ok (plus im sorry this is like,,, being posted after 2 or 3 months sjsjsksj)
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• ur uni had opened this new pizza place there and u just wanted to go there really bad ok
• not only because the place was really cool!!!! or that it sold amazingly good pizzas!!!!!
• ur childhood best friend jisung was working there too (▰˘◡˘▰)
• he left ur town yEARS AGO to go to seoul
• so u missed him a shit ton ok
• so u walked into the pizza place as u were returning from the library somewhere at the evening when the place almOST closes
• the bell did a little "ting!" as u walked in and were greeted by 3 amazingly good looking guys
• "hello, ma'am! welcome pizzeria palace! what would you like to have?"
• "can i have one.... barbequed chicken fiesta? medium size."
• the guy nodded and yelled a "coming right up!" to u before taking down the list of things required and went to the kitchen
• there wasn't really any place to sit since they were probably packing up when u arrived
• aka there were no chairs and u were just standing there looking like a lost child
• "hello there!! sorry we had to keep our chairs in since we were about to close but.... u can sit here!"
• u turn around to find a guy behind u with his apron on and pointing at a chair behind him
• u were honestly too tired and exhausted to say no or basically anything so u sat down
• and there was just silence covering u both when he broke the silence
• "have i.... seen u somewhere...?"
• u turn to look at his face and inch towards him, causing his cheeks to go red, but he stayed where he was
• "u kinda remind me of this one childhood friend of mine who came to seoul a few years ago and now works here"
• u rest ur back on the chair once again when u were done speaking
• "is his name......... han jisung......."
• ⊙_⊙
• ur pretty sure u only feel oNE thing now
• P U R E C O N F U S I O N
• "yea........."
• he laughs out a cute little laugh
• but u won't back down by his cute ass laugh that kinda made ur heart go d o k i d o k i !!! (≖︿≖✿)
• "wait are u his stalker or smthg"
• he scans ur face for a second and laughs again and then stops and takes a breath to talk to u again
• "why would i stalk myself?"
• this is literally ur face after he said that
• (o_O)
• so u inch closer (again) to see if it's really jisung yk
• (⊙□⊙) holy mcdoublefucking nuts in the worLD
• "HOMEBOY HAN (°0°)!!!!"
• jisung can only laugh as he ruffles ur hair and responds
• "of course it's me, dumbass"
• yes u came back to that pizza place eVERY SINGLE DAY TO MEET JISUNG (✿◠‿◠)
• hey atleast u got extra cheese and meat for free,,,,,,,,,
• "jisung can i get one of my regulars extra che-"
• "i've literally memorised ur entire menu babe"
• calling each other names like "babe" is very common u know
• yall did it before too
• but,,,,,, why does it do something to ur heart whenever he says it
• like !!!!
• uR HEART IS IN A 911 CRISIS AND U MI G H T DIE BUT THAT'S OK IT'S FOR JISUNG !! :D !!
• little did u know he's been dying like that for a long time now
• also can i just say how shameless his headass is
• like every time u would walk in the place he would INSTANTLY know it was u and would yell
• "Y/N !!!!! MY BABE !!!!!!! LOOK AT HER !!!!!!! BLESS YO EYES AND LIVES CUSTUMS!!!!!"
• this probably started when u overheard a customer who looks like ur age, asking out jisung
• (u didn't see that but he looked in ur direction before replying to her)
• he turned her down
• but that didn't stop from the others to come at him too
• whenever yall are hanging out late at night
• an ongoing 2am supermarket raid (⌐■_■) for example
• someone hAS TO INTERFERE !!!!!
• "and omg the pizza in that place literally stin-"
• "jisung??????????? omg hi!!!!!!!"
• i mean they aren't really like those Annoying Girls Who Are In Love With You
• but u always feel very insecure yk,,,,
• like jisung could replace u with them anyday
• but one day jisung finally notices ur dull expression and he asks u about it
• "y/n. something's wrong, isn't it?" - jisung, as he pulls u towards him (lightly) with a serious expression
• this is just one of those million things u love about jisung
• the fact that he doesn't just ask someone right away. he waits to confirm himself and then he confronts them. and if they aren't okay with speaking about it, he'll just give them space
• but u did want to tell him
• so u told him about ur case of insecurity
• and jisung just hugged u really close and pat ur head as ur sigh comes out muffled since ur face was legit squished in his chest
• "y/n. i will never give up someone like you. okay? stop feeling so insecure."
• and he pulls away and i swear the way he looks at u
• the endearing look he gives u
• "you're perfect, y/n."
• sometimes u really think that he likes u because of all of those boyfriend material compliments he gives u and cuddling whenever he feels cold
• "y/n!!!! :(( !!!"
• "fine u big baby c'mere i'll give u ur cuddles"
• " :DDDDD "
• oh did i mention that he tried to that lady and the tramp kiss with u
• but it was actually pretty stupid
• no no there's no noodle
• OBVIOUSLY THERE'S NO NOODLE THAT'S WHY IT WAS STUPID ANYWAYS
• HE TRIED TO DO IT WITH A FRICKIN P I Z Z A
• yall were literally this | | close to kissing but somebody rang the doorbell and yeah it was felix coming to get jisung and take him home
• oh and yea felix would ALWAYS take ur orders when u came to the place ok
• he was even the first one who took ur order
• and it wasn't like jisung didn't wanna take ur order
• he was just too busy looking at u and hearing u talk and smiling like an idiot u know
• what a cute idiot :"))))
• so this cute idiot confessed to u one day
• and u could actually swear on ur left pink toe that u were actually crying because of that
• it was like any other day when he came to ur house with an entire box of pizza yk
• but when he passed it to u
• u were kinda suspicious because he would always fight to open the box first and get the best slice first
• but he gave u the box before so,,,,,,,
• whatever man ur hungry
• so u open the box and hOLY MC CRAPPING SHIT
• "what do u say..?"
• there were words formed with cheese
• “is this..... a confession...”
• jisung laughs out a shaky breath followed by him slightly nodding his head
• “yeah,,it is,,,”
• is it possible to say that u want to cry and hug him and pepper him with kisses all at the same time as u scream because that is exactly u feel rn
• and so many thoughts are running in ur mind
• about how he moved to seoul and u always thought he was joking about it to u until he really did
• and how much u missed the warm hugs he gave u 
• and how much u loved his silly humor and 
• when u found him
• happiness like old times surrounded u once again
• and maybe it’s all the emotions that were piled up for too long, because of which u are now a fucking crying mess
• well good job y/n
• “HHHHHHHHHH JISUNG I LIKE U TOO PLS UR WORDS WERE CHEESY  ENOUGH WHAT ARE THESE EXTRA CALORIES HHHHHHHH”
• jisung first takes his time to take in ur words
• but when he DOES
• this baby just bursts into laughter and hugs u so tightly
• “even with those calories, u will always be perfect to me baby (●´ω`●)”
• and u just cry louder because WHAT DID U, Y/N L/N, EVER DO TO DESERVE SUCH AN AMAZING ASS PERSON IN UR LIFE HHHHHHH
• WHO CONFESSED TO U WITH A PIZZA THAT SAYS “I LIKE U ALOT!!!”IN CHEESE AND A SMALL HEART MADE OF SOME EXTRA MEAT
• “y/n now ur just making the pizza saltier w ur tears pls,,,,,”
• shut up no one gave u the right to add these many calories plus be this fucking adorable ok that’s double attack.”
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03milky · 6 years ago
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boyf! jungkook
oh la la, i’m back and idk hope yall enjoy dis <3 
gifs doesn’t belong to me, credits to the owners anyways lets get started mamis n papis
confession
omf confessing to this cheesy fuck
i can’t even imagine it
it would be so cliche
the two would know each other bc of friends
and it’d be alright, you wouldn’t call him your best friend but the two of you would go along with each other very well
the more the two of you saw each other, the more interested our jungkook here got interested in you
he wasn’t ashamed of being interested in you and eventually asked your number 
“y/n, mind giving me your number?”
“oh sure”
from that moment the two of you talked a lot more than usual and became reALLY close
like reALLY
since he knows you a lot better now, he knew he had the chance to actually try ;)))
which didn’t really surprise the other kiddos when he told them about liking you
“it’s not shocking, you see, jungkook. you’re kind of a bit too obvious”
“true, it’s obvious, same goes to them. i bet they’re interested in you”
“hm, who knows?”
obviously, he always highkey flirted with you 
“hey, you got something on your lips”
“what”
“let me remove it for you”
he would be so cheesy, omf
okay no
yall know how he is :(
but let’s not ruin this HAHAHAHAH let’s keep going
well- this dude was getting impatient and decided to confess his feelings for you
it was just a regular busy day and you came home exhausted
until you got a text from jungkook
‘y/n. you might not read this long message after your long and busy day but i’m going to try to make it as short as i can. i like you, more than a friend and i can’t even describe how much i even like you at this point. you make me happy, you make my heart skip a beat. i apologize, if this made you feel uncomfortable and awkward but i had to get it off my shoulders and tell you. next to that, take care of yourself and have a good night’
you were shocked and pretty happy- since you didn’t expect him to like you 
instead of replying back in text, you replied back by calling him
“i like you too, jungkook”
you couldn’t see him at all, but he was smiling from ear to ear and he could feel the many butterflies in his stomach going crazy
the call didn’t end that soon, it ended after hours and hours of calling 
and you wouldn’t ever forget that night, where it all started
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dates
wow
dates with this cutie
you two wouldn’t be able to go on as many dates but of course, when there’s time- the two of you would go out
he’s the type that loves typical dates
going out to the city, to go shopping
most of the time, after buying clothes- you would find yourself buying food and sharing it with each other
while talking about the most random things
“you know, princess fiona?”
“no, who is she?”
“shrek’s wife, you know who’s the voice actress behind?”
“ohh, yes, haha, i do know her and who’s it?”
“it’s cameron diaz”
“no way”
“yes way, prince/ss”
you just stared at him, speechless
after the two of you are done eating
you two would make your way, to his favorite place
the karaoke room
you and jungkook would literally be screaming the moment the first song comes on
“oKAY- NOW THE PERSON WHO GETS THE HIGHEST SCORE NEEDS TO TREAT FOR A FREE BUFFET”
“DEAL”
but whenever a ballad song comes on the two of you would act super overdramatic and even start fake crying
“very touching, love it”
after that jungkook would obviously play a love song and while singing it, he’d look at you
which would make you realize how lucky you actually are to be with a person like him
“your heart is all i own and in your eyes, you’re holding mine”
yes
very cheesy but it’s not as if both of you like it ;)
and then comes the hardest thing 
saying goodbye to each other
he’d be hugging you tight while you try to pull away
“i’m going to miss my bus, jungs”
“i’m going to miss you”
“i will miss you too”
“well, get home safely and call me when you arrive yeah?”
“you too and i will”
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kisses n hugs
he’s very much in love with hugs
jungkook would hug you, whenever you’re
feeling down
feeling happy
feeling tired
just every single time, the two of you are together he’d be there to hug you
even when you’re sleeping next to him, he wouldn’t forget to wrap his arms around you and pull you close to him
“sweet dreams”
and when it comes to kisses
omfg
he loves kisses but doesn’t really do it a lot
especially when you aren’t comfortable
but jungkook would actually give you quick and short kisses when he has the chance
it’d be so quick you won’t even realize he gave you a kiss
“wait- did you just?”
“yes”
“oH, i didn’t feel anything at all, just saw you move”
“was it that fast?”
“it was”
but whenever the two of you are alone
expect him to spoil you with kisses
you’d be talking about how you want to buy this new phone
and he’d suddenly take your hand and kiss it
“that was so sudden, jungkook”
“i can’t help my love for you”
so
expect super random kisses and hugs from this cutie ;))
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others
hm
let’s talk about the way he shows his love to you ;))
we aint going there bc no just no, we staying soft here
well
he’s very in love
which he would show a lot
by showing affection and skinship which i’ve already said in kisses n hugs
whenever you aren’t around
he likes showing you off a bit too much
even though it’s in a low-key way
especially when the others are talking about you
he’d obviously jump into the conversation and show them on how of a proud boyfriend he is
“y/n, sure is a beautiful person”
“of course, sad that you realized just now”
“wow, calm there, boyfriend”
“just saying”
most of the time, he’d be pretty busy since your boy is an idol and the only way to see each other is through face time
omf uwu
jungkook would be singing songs, complimenting you every 1 minute and just be in love
he probably won’t even shut his mouth for one second
and whenever you’re talking,
his eyes would be kind of sparkling, sparkling with love
ok
bye
i cringed
but fr tho, he loves the way your voice sounds
it just gives him a lot of butterflies even though it’s been a while since the two of you have been a couple
“thank you for always having time to talk to me, i love you”
“i love you too.”
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idk but jungkook makes me cry- he’s so beautiful my heart can’t take it and he has grown so much??? i just can’t believe my eyes
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soft-baby-dobrik · 6 years ago
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hi // david dobrik
a/n: YALL IM GUNNA PUNCH MYSELF HE’S SO FUCKING CUTE IM eMOTIONAL. but yaaahhh thank you all for the love and feedback of what i’ve been writing so far :’) it means so much.
summary: you and david live on opposite coasts and have been flirting and texting and facetiming for about two months and the vlog squad flies you out.
masterlist
requests are open
follow my instagram (david page) <3
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Nothing that has happened in the last few months was planned. Not one single bit of it. It was definitely a hope, but never seemed realistic. Commenting on David’s photos was routine for you, and mostly, it was dumb things like “punch me in the face” or “why haven’t you married me yet.” When David liked your comment and then followed you, speechless was an understatement. And to make things even crazier, he dmed you, saying, “when are you free for that wedding.” That had you speechless and then unable to find a breath. You typed a reply and that was just the beginning of this online relationship. As time went on, David added you on snapchat and then gave his number. At the beginning, you would refresh your instagram over and over again in hopes of him replying quickly. Then, it turned into David facetiming you at random times, sometimes even 3 am for you, 12 am for him. It wasn’t exactly a secret, but it wasn’t broadcast either. So, when other members of the vlog squad began to follow you, you were honored and a little puzzled. 
Before you knew it, you were placed in a group dm with some of them. They messaged you and asked if you were David’s mystery girl. Unsure of what to say, you texted David and asked what was going on.
you: umm, you friends have me in a groupchat on instagram and asked if am the mystery girl? what do i say
Not even thirty seconds later, your phone dinged with a response.
david: how did they find out? i mean, you’re not a secret, so you can say yes before they start dming random other girls haha
With David’s permission, you typed back in the group message and said yes. Next thing you knew, your phone began to blow up. Kristin complimented you, saying you were beautiful and a couple other compliments were sent your way from Corinna and Zane. As you were texting back, another message popped up from Scotty, saying, “What would you say to us flying you out to meet David?” Shock was too less of a degree to be used to describe your reaction. Without any hesitation, you typed a response, asking if he was serious. Next thing you knew, you were giving your phone number and received a facetime call. It was Scotty and Kristin behind the phone number calling you.
“Hey!” Scotty smiled.
“Hi,” you greeted, waving.
“So you’re David’s mystery girl that has him giggling when on his phone and smiling like crazy?” Scotty questioned as Kristin awed.
“I hope so!” you smiled, feeling warmth rise to your cheeks at the affect you left on David.
“I mean he didn’t give us much information, but you’re one of the few people he follows that none of us knew, so we took a guess. Anyway,” Scotty paused to look over at Kristin. “We were thinking of surprising David by flying you out here to meet him.” Scotty’s attention turned back to you as began to panic slightly.
“I don’t know, honestly, texting and facetiming is a lot different than meeting in real life,” you nervously admitted.
“I know, but trust me, David is all googly eyed for you and is all happy and giggly now, so you have to come!” Kristin chimed in. This was crazy, but so was everything else that’s occurred these past couple months.
“I mean, this doesn’t happen everyday, so I guess,” you said, then continued, “I’d love to,” with more confidence. Scotty and Kristen both cheered and smiled.
“When could you?” Scotty asked as he paused you. “I’m looking up plane tickets now.”
“Where do you live?” Kristen asked as you could hear Scotty typing. You told them where you lived and were thinking on the best day to leave. Not only would you have to notify work, but would have to miss some classes, and tell your parents your crazy predicament. 
“Next week?” you said before changing your mind. “No, the further away it is, the harder it’ll be to keep from him, like maybe in two or three days?” you said more questioningly. 
“That sounds good. I’ll book your flight for Tuesday at eleven A.M.,” Scotty said before returning to the facetime screen.
“This is so crazy,” you whispered, shaking your head. “I can’t believe this is happening. Thank you.” 
“It’ll be good for David,” Scotty grinned. 
“He’s so busy, him flying there would be hard, so why not bring you to him?” Kristin said and then cheered because you were coming. 
“Thank you so much,” you thanked again.
“We’ll see you Tuesday at the airport!” Scotty said, before him and Kristin both waved you goodbye. After they hung up, your screen returned to your notifications to see David had texted you four times.
david: what are they saying?
david: please tell me they aren’t being idiots
david: babbbbbeeeeee
david: i wanna facetime
You couldn’t help but laugh at his texts. He was truly adorable. Then, it finally hit you. In less that 72 hours, you would be there, with David in person. Feeling giddy inside, you happily clicked the facetime button. David’s smiling face was put on your screen and you squealed in happiness.
“Hey!” you grinned.
“Hey, cutie, why are you so happy?” he laughed as his fingers ran through your hair. Less than 72 hours and you could do that.
“Just life,” you responded, trying to tone down your excitement.
“What about it?” he asked.
“Things are just so good and I mean somehow, you noticed me and now you’re talking to me and you’re being all nice and flirty and life is just crazy and good,” you rambled out, leaving David with a big smile. 
“You’re so cute,” he laughed. “I don’t think you realize that I’m lucky too. You’re so cute and precious, like my life is pretty good with you in it now.” David sighed, “I just really want to meet you. I want to soon, I just have so much going on.” His lips became pouty after finishing his words. Biting down on your lip, you tried to contain your smile, so David wouldn’t suspect anything odd.
“We will soon,” you replied, looking as David seemed a little bummed.
“Not soon enough,” he mumbled.
Shortly after, you told David you had to go get ready for work, but in reality, you went to talk to your parents about everything. It took some convincing, but finally your parents agreed. For the next three days, you distanced yourself from David slightly since you were scared your excitement would cause you to say something or let something slip out to then ruin the surprise. David noticed and had asked, but you promised that it was just because you were busy with work and family stuff. He said he believed you, but seemed a little off still.
Finally, the day had arrived. Your parents were dropping you off, still a little weary of letting you go off to California with people they had never truly met, even though Scotty and Kristin talked to your parents through facetime. They hugged you goodbye, and you started your adventure. Waiting for you flight to board, David texted you, yet again asking to facetime. Your heart hurt a little since you had to decline the offer. If you called and he heard anything, it would ruin the whole surprise. You typed a quick reply before your flight was called for boarding.
you: babe, i’m sorry, i promise i’ll call you later, but i gotta go.
david: okay :(
A feeling of guilt hit your heart as you took your seat. Sending one final text, to David and then turning on your airplane mode:
you: david, it’ll be worth the wait i promise <3
With your last text, you plugged in your headphones and closed your eyes, preparing for the flight to California, to then meet David.
Your flight landed easily and you called Scotty as you exited the plane. 
“Hey!” Scotty chirped over the phone.
“I’m here!” you exclaimed through the phone. Scotty laughing could be heard through the phone.
“Okay, Kristin and I are here right now too. We’ll be in the pickup area,” Scotty replied and Kristin being her cute self, cheered in the background. “Just call me if you need anything or need help,” he added, before you both said goodbye. Hurriedly, you claimed your baggage and rushed towards the pickup area, Scotty and Kristin stood with a sign that said “y/n aka David’s girl,” causing you to giggle. You rushed over to them and Kristin leaned in to give you a hug, and you happily hugged her. 
“Thank you so much!” you smiled again as you and Kristin pulled away. Scotty gave you a side hug.
“Thank you for actually coming,” Kristin smiled, kindly. You all headed towards Scott’s car and he propped his camera up on the dashboard.
“Hi guys!” Scotty greeted into the camera. “I’m here today with girlfwiend Kwisten and David’s soon to be girlfwiend, y/n,” Scotty joked into the camera as he began to drive. You waved to the camera and felt a warmth rise to your cheeks. “So we’ve made jokes before and everything about a mystery girl, but there is one, and here she is!” he exclaimed happily. Kristen pointed the camera to you and asked:
“Are you nervous?”
You laughed slightly before replying, “I’m pretty sure anyone meeting David Dobrik would be pretty nervous.” Kristin gave you a big smile before putting the camera back on the dashboard.
“So, we’ll tell the story while driving to surprise David. So, y/n used to comment on David’s photos and David noticed her and then followed her. She commented asking why they weren’t married yet,” Scotty paused to laugh at you groaning and covering your face in embarrassment, “and David messaged her asking when she was free for the wedding.” A small smile took over your face while reminiscing on that moment. “Now, this has been going on for around two months, so everyone decided to find this mystery girl and try and get her to come here to surprise David.” Scotty finally finished the story and excitement filled you. The ride felt like centuries, and your nerves caused you to play with your fingers as Kristen, Scotty and you had small conversations, until you arrived at David’s house. Scotty unbuckled and turned the camera on you.
“Are you ready?” he exclaimed and Kristin made some more happy sound effects.
“I’m so nervous,” you admitted.
“Well, you have about thirty seconds before he’s down in the driveway!” Scotty replied, making your nerves increase. You got out of the car and hid behind on the side David couldn’t see, nor could you see him. 
“David!” Kristen called and you could hear David laugh.
“What are you doing here?’ David asked. 
“Well, we wanted to surprise you,” Scotty said. “With something or should I say, someone.”
“What?” David laughed out, clearly a little confused. At this time, you came out from behind the car and into the sight of David. His facial features changed from confusion, to pure shock. “What are you doing here?” he asked, with the biggest smile.
“Surprise!” Scotty and Kristin said together.
“Surprise,” you smiled.
“Oh my god,” David grinned, before you rushed over to hug him. His arms wrapped around your back and tugged you towards him. “You’re here,” he mumbled as he nuzzled his head into your neck. David brought your feet off the ground and spun you around, like they did in the movies and you squealed.
“Well isn’t this cute,” Scotty said.
“Thank you!” David smiled, still keeping his arms wrapped around you, keeping you close to him. “This is the best surprise ever!” You laughed at how David sounded like a little boy on Christmas.
“Alright, well, our job here is done,” Kristin said, heading towards the car. You went to follow, but David wouldn’t let you go.
“David, let me say goodbye and thank them!” you said as he kept his head nuzzled into your neck once again. He shook his head into your your neck. “Babe,” you giggled and he slowly let go of you. You took your hand into his and headed towards the car, smiling back at him warmly. He grinned back at you and moved quickly to hug you from behind as you stopped at the car. David hugged you from behind as you tried to walk towards Scotty and Kristen. Your suitcase was on the driveway and David remained attached to you as you hugged Kristin and Scotty goodbye. “Thank you so much,” you said with a smile.
“Just don’t get too crazy kids,” Scotty teased before climbing into his car, Kristin following suit.
“No promises,” David called with a grin as he looked at Scotty and you shook your head at David’s response. You walked backwards so Scotty and Kristin could peel out of the driveway. Once they were out of the driveway, you turned you body to face David.
“I told you it would be worth the wait,” you grinned as you looked up at David, taking in all his features. He was even cuter in person.
“Definitely worth two days with no facetime calls,” he agreed. With so much happiness flooding through you body, you pushed your body upwards so you could press a soft kiss to his lips. It was short and sweet and you both smiled in the kiss. Once you pulled away, David added, “Completely worth the wait.”
“So, you gunna invite me inside or are we going to stand in your driveway all day?” you teased, looking up at David.
“I guess, I mean we have to I told Scott no promise on having too much fun,” he smiled as you rolled your eyes.
“Not tonight, Dobrik,” you laughed, cuddling into his embrace. 
“I mean how long are you here for?” he asked, laughing as you slapped his arm. “Kidding!”
“Let’s just go inside,” you said, giggling.
“Gladly,” David smiled before grabbing your bag and running into his house. Chuckling, you walked towards the door and after you closed it, you were brought into a bear hug. Your heart pounded as you smiled and cuddled into David’s warm embrace. “I can’t believe you’re actually here,” he whispered as he hugged you.
“Well, I’m here,” you smiled before glancing up at him.
“Thank, God,” he grinned before pecking your lips. “Only problem is I might not let you go home. You might be stuck here,” he added.
“I think I could deal with that.” You both beamed at one another before leaning in for another kiss.
a/n: i just want this to happen to me :(((((( but i made an instagram page for david bc i love that cute fuck so follow please bc it’s gunna be a good time. xoxo bri
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slightlymore · 5 years ago
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Professor Jaemin | Part 2
This is part 2 of the prof Jaemin fic, it’s not a real series so you can read them both as one-shots Warnings: the same as part 1 and very dirty overall lol yall asked for this 
It was very late in the day. Your shadow looked wide on the tiles of the corridor, walking up to Jaemin’s office. Somehow you were hoping he wasn’t there anymore, that he went home already, so embarrassed to actually look him in the eyes. But your legs were still moving, subject not of your rational brain, but of the pulsating core that drove you insane. 
You eyed the door, and only that was enough to make your body shiver, thinking about what you’ve done in that office just a few days ago. On your knees, with your cheeks cupped by his big hands, you let his cock inside your mouth until it hit the back of your throat. You gagged but tightened your lips around him, showing him that you weren’t giving up yet. The expression he made as you sucked on him, was something you’ve never witnessed before. It made you wet and his praises, with that deep and rough voice of his, weren’t helping at all. You did your best, letting your tongue around him, even if the corner of your eyes started to get wet, even if you started to whine as he was too big even for your mouth. So he stopped and came out of your grip slowly, with a little strand of saliva connecting your tongue to the tip of his cock. 
You looked up at him with big eyes, as if asking if you did something wrong. “It’s alright, baby,” he said. “Come” he ordered taking you by your hand and dragging you into his arms again. He was much taller when standing so when he leaned in to kiss you, you whimpered in his hold, tiptoeing to reach him. He kissed you slowly, savouring the taste of your tongue, while one of his hands caressed your spine and unclasped your bra. You had no idea what he had in mind and you wanted to ask him why he didn’t fuck himself in your mouth. But you couldn’t as he didn’t let you one single second to breathe. When he broke off the kiss you were full-on panting and the only thing you could do was to let him take off your shirt, feeling like a little girl. When you realized that the bra was coming off as well you panicked and pressed your arms around your torso. You heard him chuckle. “I want to see you” he just said and you felt your limbs weak. He took your hands into his and uncovered your chest, making you whine in embarrassment. You couldn’t look at his face as he hummed deeply, staring at you. When you felt his hands palming your soft breasts you moaned, unaware of how sensitive your nipples were, and you looked down, at how your skin filled the space between his fingers when he squeezed down. And then he sat down on his chair and tugged at your body by grabbing your hips. “Kneel down again, baby” he ordered and you finally looked at his face and gulped seeing his dark pupils. You went down on your knees, between his thighs and eyed his hard cock resting upon his lower stomach. “No,” he said, sensing what you wanted to do with it. So you waited, like a good girl, to see what he had in mind, your legs squeezing against each other, so close to having another orgasm just by looking at him. He took his own cock himself, stroking it slowly, and you watched his veiny hand going around it as if it was your pussy doing that. You didn’t notice you were biting your lower lip until he touched your face with his free hand. “Do you like what you see?” he asked and he didn’t quite finish the phrase that you replied that yes, you loved it, and you wanted to taste it again. “Please” you added. Jaemin looked unfazed at your words but you could see his cock twitch in his hand as getting even harder, if possible. So he didn't waste any more time. He let himself go and grabbed your arms, making you come as close at to touch your nipples with his cock. His hands then wrapped your boobs, squeezing them together, and letting his cock slide in the middle. You whimpered loudly, as if getting pleasured yourself. Your hands soon replaced his, quick to learn what you were supposed to do and he rested his back on the chair, eyes trembling, and you knew that he enjoyed it a lot. “You’re so good, baby girl” he whispered as his chest rose every second more quickly than before. The compliment got to your head and between your legs and looking at him straight in the eyes you let your tongue out, trying to catch the tip of his dick. He opened up his lips, breathing with his mouth now, not expecting it. “Who would have known you could be so dirty, princess” he commented, moving his hips, humping your breasts, letting you lick him every time his dick poked out of them. You desperately wanted to touch yourself, old and new wetness dripping on your thighs, but you went on, wanting to see what kind of face he would pull as he would cum on you. It didn’t take too long. You knew he was close the moment he grabbed your face with both hands and shoved his thumb inside your mouth, fucking himself with no real rhythm anymore. You took his finger in, sucking on it, letting him know with your eyes that he could do whatever he wanted to you. Then he went completely still while sharply breathing between his teeth. You watched as he finished on your breasts, hot cum coating your skin and dripping off your hard nipples. You thought about that image the whole night after you went home and rubbed yourself on your pillow. And now you were there again. His door was open and you had to peak with your head, hiding a little on the side, afraid he was busy working, or, worse, busy with somebody else. He was alone though, standing in front of his desk, hands full of paper as he stacked them on top of each other, as if cleaning it up for the day. You closed your eyes as if building up the courage and breathed out. Then you knocked. His head jerked towards you instantly and his eyes widened a little seeing you. It gave you force to open your mouth and talk. “Hi, can I come in?” you asked and you hated the way your voice came out trembling. He didn’t reply for a second and you almost saw the way his brain geared to think about what on earth you were doing there. “Y/N” he just commented and, fuck, you loved how your name rolled on his tongue. It did not help your problem at all. You did have a plan for your visit, in case you sensed him not wanting to let you do what you came there for, but you really wished to not use it. “I have a few questions” you explained yourself as you walked in a few steps. “About the class” you added but then your hand, as if it wasn’t yours, grabbed the door handle and closed it after yourself, locking it. Jaemin looked at your movements and his lips curved in a little smile. He coughed as if trying not to laugh and put down the paper he was holding. “What are those questions about?” he asked then, resuming his position from before, knowing damn well that you didn’t care about the class. You walked towards him slowly, your blood boiling underneath your skin full of adrenaline and desire. “I wanted to ask-” you started when you were close enough to touch his chest, “-if I could suck your cock, professor” you finished quietly. His breath hitched at your words and you could see his eyes visibly widen. You tried to maintain a certain composure, as if playing with him, but your burning cheeks probably gave away your true feelings. “Mm” he hummed as if very interested. “You could” he agreed. “But-” he started to speak again raising one finger as if actually talking about school material, “-I have something better in mind” he added. One second you were standing in front of him, and one second after that you were feeling the rough wood of his desk on your face. “Well well well” you heard him say, staring at how your skirt was barely able to cover your ass, revealing your bare pussy. “Someone came prepared” he talked again and although he looked cool about seeing you bent over his desk while not wearing any underwear, you could sense the way his voice dropped seeing you that way. You looked over your shoulder biting down on your lip, feeling your pulse between your legs growing every second. You saw him staring at you as if looking at an art masterpiece and then at his hand as he reached to his collar to loosen his tie. You hoped to see that hand go down and unbuckle his belt, but instead, it rolled up his sleeves as if getting ready to sit down for dinner. And that’s exactly what he did. Your fingers tightened so hard on the edge of the desk when he kneeled down and grabbed your ass, taking your pussy lips inside his mouth as if making out with it, that you got white knuckles. The little “oh-” you throat did, became a louder and messier sound as he started to lick on your clit, slower, then slightly quicker, until it became so fast that it felt like vibrations. You were so wet that the sounds he was making felt like the dirtiest thing you’ve ever heard in your whole life, making you blush all over for being so needy. And you were in fact so fucking needy that it took you no time to start moaning his name, cumming on his tongue as he fucked you with it. Your head was empty, your lungs released all the air all at once and your legs didn’t seem to want to stop from shivering all over. But he didn’t stop. His wet tongue kept moving inside of you, making you jolt, spreading you with his fingers to get even more. “Sir- please, sir” you found yourself moaning, not knowing yourself if you were telling him to stop of begging him to continue. He did whatever he wanted though, choosing the overstimulation route until you started to whimper so loudly that he finally stopped. You wanted to look at him, to see what he was trying to do, but as you raised your head, your felt your face wrapped by his fingers and a soft but tight fabric on your lips. You inhaled sharply as he made you open your mouth and shoved his tie inside of it. “We don’t want people to come and knock on the door, trying to see what’s going on, just as you’re about to cum on daddy again, do we, baby girl?” he asked with a rough but amused voice. You hummed, trying to tell him that you didn’t want that, but couldn’t quite do it since he was already between your legs, hands kneading your ass, face buried deep inside of you, his throat letting out deep growls on your oversensitive clit. After you came the second time, more violently than before, if possible, he finally let you go and rose up on his feet and took his tie away. You felt so weak and exposed, and so fucking shy now that the orgasms washed away all the fog from your brain, that you whimpered when he made you stand on your feet as well. You didn’t have any force so you telepathically thanked him when he made you turn around and sit upon the desk. He nudged at your face with his nose and he let you taste yourself on his tongue while getting between your legs and trapping you there, by putting his hands on the desk around you. You let your hands run on his arms, feeling his tense muscles and then you brought them up to his shoulders, wrapping them around his neck and bringing him even closer to your lips. But at the sound of his belt getting unbuckled you jolted, knowing where this was going. “I don’t think I can’t take it anymore, sir” you whispered against his lips. “Mm” he hummed, as if disappointed. “Isn’t this want you wanted, baby girl? To get fucked by my cock until you forget your own name?” he asked with a piercing gaze. “Y-yes” you replied back, stuttering on your words as you choked suddenly hearing him speak like that. “But” he spoke again, “if you don’t want me to stretch that little tight pussy of yours and hit it deep inside, I won’t” he added moving as deciding it was enough. “No-” you stopped him, alarmed, grabbing his shoulders and tugging at them as to come back close to you. “Mh?” he resumed his position, looking at you with inquisitorial eyes. “I want it” you explain with a little voice, brave again by the new burning sensation forming inside of you. He looked at you, lips swollen, teary eyes and panting, so full of desire, that he let a little whimper escape his throat as well. “Tell me if it’s too much” he spoke again, and you could hear his arousal mixed with a certain worry, as if caring about you, and it was so hot that you found yourself tugging at his hips as if urging him to get it over with and just do it already. He didn’t let you try again and aligned his cock to your entrance, coating it with your wetness as he slowly humped your folds. You were about to tell him to give it all to you, eager to feel him deep inside, but as soon as he inserted the tip you felt as if there wasn’t any more air to fill your lungs with. “It’s too much” you yelped and Jaemin chuckled stopping himself. He remained like that, nudging at your neck with his nose and pressing little kisses on your skin. “Relax your muscles, baby, accept me” he ordered softly. You bit your lower lip, trying to focus and to unclench, making him slide a little bit more, not without stopping yourself from digging your nails into his back and holding him tight against you. “That’s it, baby, you’re great, a little bit more” he purred inside your ear, while his hips narrowed the distance between your bodies. “Look at you, such a good obedient little girl, taking me so well” he continued whispering until he hit your deepest spot with a grunt. He was panting as well, face buried inside the crook of your neck, little beads of sweat forming on his forehead. “You can move, daddy,” you said with the littlest voice and you soon realized what his weakness was, seeing him suddenly thrust into you with no warning, making you cry out. “Yes, daddy” you breathed out, as he was knocking the air out of your chest with his quick and deep movements, “yes, please, don’t stop” you whined again. He raised his head to look at you in the eyes as if not believing it was really you in front of him at that moment and you clenched around him seeing his dark gaze, so hungry and so aroused. Then he grabbed your neck and put your body down on the desk with a loud thud. It didn’t hurt but the movement was so intense and dirty to make you moan loudly. He grabbed your thighs, dragging you closer to himself while his hips never stopped hitting it hard. 
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niel-trbl · 6 years ago
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Genie by golden child
hi hello! sorry this came in a little late but i finally had a good idea for this song and it was a dream i had last night so if part of it don’t make sense or just seems weird, it’s due to that. thank you so much for requesting and hope you enjoy reading this one!
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you were waiting in a cab to head home with a few friends after a long day
after a few minutes or so, you saw your friends making their way into the cab
your eyes grew large the moment you saw Chan
“no no please dont let him sit beside me,” you thought to yourself
almost as if he read your mind, he slide in to your left then greeting you bashfully
it wasnt that you didnt like him
in fact, you had a pretty big crush on him
both of you are good friends but everytime he gets close to you, your heart just goes BA-DUM BA-DUM
you had always thought of confessing but it always ends up being hidden in the pages of your diary
“youre heading home too?” you managed to bravely ask, in which he replied with a nod and the cutest smile
it was a pretty long ride so you whipped out your ipad to start sketching while everyone did their own thing
for awhile, you noticed that only both of you were in hoodies
(he was in that gray hoodie from the I AM NOT promos)
(hence the gif)
(anw back to our regular programme)
you felt someone nudge your left shoulder
Chan gave you a thumbs up after pointing at your sketch
at this point you were absolutely red
people complimenting your works already makes you shy
Chan complimenting your works? you just get extremely shy and extremely red
after awhile you decided to listen to music so you started searching for your earphones
in that moment when he had offered to share his earphones and listen to his playlist with him, you found it
he immediately pulled back, almost pretending that it didnt happened
you felt bad coz you saw him extending his hand to offer you his earphones
what a sweet guy :(
so you tapped his hand and gestured that you wanted listen to his playlist together
Chan subtly (read: not so subtly) held up a fist as a sign of victory
both of you grooved to his playlist together
(btw in the dream we were listening to a soft rock hip-hop-ish beat (?) - it was prolly something he had produced)
(also a random note: if you guys are curious about what kind of music genres im into, Chan’s spotify playlist is a great example! a lot of my favs are in it too)
in the midst of listening to the playlist, you gathered some courage and asked him
“wna go to mcdonalds later?”
“yea sure!! yay maccas!!!” he cheered a little too loud, earning looks from your friends beside both of you
but that didnt matter - Chan just said yes to hanging out with you!!!
while he was busy using his phone for a bit, you slid down your seat then nudged your friend on your right
“what does Chan like?” you whispered to them
they just laughed at you
a little after that, you had finally reached your destination
while everyone parted ways, you and Chan made your way to your family apartment so that you can drop off your stuff then change into something more simple
you thought nobody was in so you quickly got to your room to change after telling Chan that he can feel free to look around the house
while you got ready, your annoying sibling suddenly surprised you in your room
“what are you doing here?!”
“more like, what are you doing here? is that your boyfriend downstairs?” they asked you back
“no…… he’s, a friend!!”
your sibling gave you a look
“okay fine, i really like this guy. but please just let me have this moment! this is my first time going out with someone,”
(if this was irl, it honestly would only be my third or fourth time going out with someone like that)
just as both of you got to the living room, you saw that Chan found the closet and was trying to put on every coat available
“is it supposed to be a date?” your sibling asked quietly
“i… i dont know? i literally just asked him to grab mcdonalds with me and that’s it. while we are on it, i wouldn’t mind it being a date with him,”
you quickly helped him out of the coats then asked if he wanted a change of clothing since it was pretty warm
he shook his head then saying that he has a t-shirt underneath so he can just remove his hoodie later on if he wants to
with that, both of you made your way to mcdonalds
along the way, you bumped into your mutual friend, Hani, and talked for a bit
when she heard where you were heading to, she immediately said that she wanted to tag along - in which both you and Chan just reluctantly said yes
just as you were about to cross the street, you bumped into an old friend of yours
before you started talking to them, you turned to Chan and mouthed “sorry” in which he replied with an understanding nod
since they were heading the same direction, they decided to walk with you
“who is the cute one?”
“that’s Chan. we were supposed to be out alone,”
“oh, i meant the annoying girl. im kidding! omg was it supposed to be a date for you guys?”
“i dont know i guess?! we were supposed to be together then she came along and then you appeared so i guess this is how it is. no offence really,”
“im so sorry man. but one thing for sure is that i wont be with yall,”
“but she’s there!”
“so? just ditch her,”
when your friend parted ways, you thought about what they said
you thought of a plan then quickly got up to chan and whispered it to him
“if that’s what you want, your wish is my command,” he sneakily grinned to you
both of you suggested to head to a mall nearby
a little disclaimer - that mall is known to be quite a maze
thankfully for you, you’ve been there many times to know your way out but she didn’t need to know that
Hani didnt see anything weird with it so she was up for the plan
as you were making rounds around the mall, you pretended to lose her then quickly made your way to mcdonalds
when she texted you, you just said you couldnt find your way back to her so you left
both of you felt bad for doing that to her
“let’s order another meal, in favour of her. maybe that wont feel as bad?” chan suggested
(lets be real - Chan just wants an extra meal and coincidentally, this was a great opportunity to get an extra one)
you never realised it but ever since you walked around the mall to escaping the mall then to mcdonalds, Chan had been holding onto your hand
even you felt really shy about it, it felt nice and natural so you just let it be
the whole time you were at mcdonalds, you had so much fun, eating, laughing and even building a fries tower
soon enough it was already time to head back home
why did time had to go by so fast :(
of course, you being you, thought it wasn’t gonna be cold that night but it did so you were shivering in your t-shirt
Chan suddenly stopped his tracks, removed his hoodie then put it on you before holding your hand again
“thanks,” you said
“no problem, anything for you,” he replied with blush dusting his cheeks
aAaaaAaAAAaAh that’s so cute
both of you continued walking till you reached your apartment door
“oh right, your hoodie,” you tried to remove the hoodie
“no it’s fine! you can keep it. you look really nice with it,” he held onto your hand to prevent you from removing it
both of you just looked at one another
what felt like ages was in fact just a few seconds
Chan suddenly leaned in closer to your face
“can i kiss you?” you shyly nodded to his question
just as he got closer to you, you felt your palms sweaty, your heart racing and your face burning up
“what are you doing?” the door suddenly opened, revealing your annoying sibling
both of you quickly backed away from one another
you said good night then headed in
after you chased your sibling away, you quickly looked through peephole and saw that Chan was still outside, looking a little upset and embarassed
without warning, you opened the door again then kissed Chan on the cheek before closing the door again
what you didnt get to see was how happy Chan got after that happened, doing his little victory dance once again
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solli · 6 years ago
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a season 2 au where seblaine is in vocal adrenaline because why the hell not  (part 1 - tina)
here’s what happened on glee - vocal adrenaline verse: it’s 2010 and vocal adrenaline are still relevant. seblaine are taking up the mantle after jesse st.james graduated. Sebastian is vicious, Blaine is ruthless, and together they are a nightmare.
or: a story told trough short episodes in multiple povs by the new directions kids. a bit voyeuristic in nature but i love me some outside perspective.
will loosely follow any storyline i can remember about season 2. if anything rings weird just roll with it.
(ao3 link)
Tina isn't sure how or why they fooled themselves into thinking Vocal Adrenaline would be a joke this year.
Sure, they lost Jesse St.James to UCLA and apparently their coach with him- Show Choir blogs supects illicit affairs- but more than half of the members didn't graduate and their coreographer is apparently still in the game.
Moreover, they apparently pulled a shorter, more hyper, more top 40 Jesse St.James out of their ass.
It's just an invitational, and it feels like they're doing the half show at Super Bowl.
Just when Tina thinks she’s had enough, that’s it, it can’t get any worse than a sexy voice crack strategically planted in the last verse of Teenage Dream, here they are, wrapping the Katy Perry up and diving into Don't Stop Me Now. She knew there had to be a reason why they're all dressed in thight leather pants. 
The Queens performance is clearly a message to anyone who ever tried and made the assumption Vocal Adrenaline was dead. The new lead might not be Jesse St.James, but he doesn't try to be. 
He doesn't need to when he’s that good.
The second the song dies and the boy let himself fall from the top of the stairs into the arms of the other members, Tina decides that A, they're doomed, B, she needs to go to the bathroom in case the nausea really turns into puke.
All the New Directions follow her when she sprints out of the auditorium, instantly flocking up in dire times.
"Who is that?" Rachel shreeks, off tune, marching into the bathroom.
It's a stupidly nice bathroom. There’s a shared hall with unbroken mirrors and some sink, girls door on the left and boys on the right. It's big enough they can all fit in there.
Tina would fill Rachel in with her show choir blogs knowledge, and tell her his name should be Blaine Anderson, but Santana is bitching.
"Where do they pull them from? Are they a metrosexual mop head business?"
"Metrowhat?" Finn asks off topic, and Kurt fills him in, and the whole conversation breaks in small bursts until Rachel is putting her foot down.
"We have to do something! What if we meet them at Sectionals? They're gonna end us!" she panics, and Tina does have to give credit when it's due: Rachel is a mood setter.
Usually, it's a positive attribute. As annoying as she is, some of her determination rubs off of them and give them confidence even as she tells them they suck. There’s always a backhanded compliment to be gripped, as she tell them they have the potential to be great, if only they didn’t have misguided work ethics. But when Rachel is panicking, there's no light at the end of the tunnel.
Tina sobs. Mercedes shouts. Puckerman punches the wall.
"We could make aliens abduct them." Brittany shrugs.
"Or we could poison them." Kurt follows.
"Or get them all mononucleosis." Santana adds.
"Or send the lead singer to a crack house!" Rachel lits up, pointing a finger to nobody.
There's some silence as they all turn to her.
Tina doesn't know the numbers exactly, but she knows while some are shocked, some are actually considering the plan. She herself isn’t sure where she stands on the topic.
"Or we could, you know, reharse." Quinn muses with her breathy indoor voice, somehow managing to sound the loudest.
All heads turn to her.
"Cheerios aren't National champions because we're hot, and Vocal Adrenaline aren't that good because they were born with it. I know sweat when I see it." 
Somehow Tina's brain suggests her the very notion of reharsing is outrageous, but rationally she knows Quinn's right.
"Yes!" Rachel point at her. "That's the attitude I’m searching for!"
"Shouldn't we, like, have fun? They don't look like they have fun." the new blonde kid asks and everyone blinks at him.
Just as Rachel is shouting back that show choir is serious business, the bathroom door opens and Tina almost has an heart attack.
It's Blaine Anderson.
She's seen photos online, but they don't give him justice. He's a fucking disney prince. There's sweat on his forehead, and his hair are acting out around his hairline giving him a vibe reminiscing of post orgasm. He pulls off neon yellow suspenders like Tina didn't know was possible to do, and most of all it's absolutely, outrageously unfair how he wears those leather pants. He's too short and his legs to torso ratio shouldn't make him any favour, and yet his thighs look sinful and Tina would reach for Mike's abs to steady herself, if she wasn't paralized.
Because if other than looking unfairly hot, Blaine is not looking particularly treacherous, Sebastian Smythe is standing behind him, an arm around Blaine's waist and a finger hooked in the belt loop of Blaine’s pants.
She heard the stories.
Coreographer. Son of a state attorney and a french actress. Enough mean, creative quotes to have a dedicated fan page in the show choir blogoshpear.The worst thing is, Tina can see it all- the moment Sebastian's smile turns to a smirk, the way his back straightens, his eyes narrows, and the cruel unforgiving way he gives them all a onceover. There's something familiar in the way he's looking at them.
"Oh, look." he says in a drawl, ducking his head. "The lovable little band of mistfits. Here to ask for some private lessons?"
Oh, yes. It's like being double targeted by both Quinn and Santana. Vicious and condescending.
"Sebastian." Blaine raises a hand to tap his knuckles against the other's chest. "Be nice."
Sebastian rolls his eyes but he scoots Blaine closer to him, his hand palming Blaine's hips and damn, that is an unfairly narrow waist.
"Tina?" Mike whispers in her ears when she feels his abs up. It's washed down by Santana snickering, loud enough to make Sebastian know it's mocking.
"Someone's on a leash."
Blaine closes his eyes like he's preparing for the worst, and Tina can tell Sebastian's weighing his options, but he's seemingly in a good enough mood.
"Kinky." he shrugs off, his thumb hooking in the waistband of Blaine's pants and oh. Oh. Oh.
Blaine sighs and Tina aks herself again why she's underestimating Vocal Adrenaline.
"You do look like you'd know all about leashes,-"
"Sebastian." Blaine cuts him off, and the tension's is thick enough Tina can feel it weighing down her chest.
"We didn't come here for this, did we?" he asks, titling his head up to look at him, and Tina hates those lashes and that soft jaw with a burning passion.
"Fine. I'll be nice. Hope you enjoyed the show." he flashes them a toothy smile that couldn't ooze more sarcasm.
"I think you were great at Regionals." Blaine smiles to them, and it's sickenly sweet how genuine his small, polite smile looks. "I'm really sorry we got drafted in the same turn last year, I would have loved to see what you’d have done at Nationals. Let's hope we can all make it this year."
The silence is thick as they all wait for the punch.
"I think you broke them." Sebastian smiles, and it's weirdly not hostile. "What is that they say? Kill them with kidness?"
"I'm serious." Blaine says, but there's a little smug line in his smile that wasn't there before. "We might be rivals, but there's no reason for us to be enemies. Well, not anymore." he adds, scrunching his nose, his eyes going up to his right like he's reviewing their history.
"The espionage was mostly for personal reasons that aren't on the table anymore, and Blaine is against egging, so that's also an off deal. Right, killer?" Sebastian elaborates.
"No bullying or assaults this year." Blaine confirms, and it's reassuring. "The one who'll win will do it fair and square." he adds, his head tilting and those doe-eyes of him wide and friendly, his smile perfectly polite, and suddenly Tina's bones are chilling and she's never been more terrified in her life.
They all stare as Rachel flips her hair and steps towards Blaine, extending her hand. He takes it and they shake on it.
"Deal."
"Deal." Blaine smiles, and suddenly the air turns breathable again. "Oh, and they're opening a new karoke bar down the fifth. We should all go sometimes. Have fun together."
"That sounds like a great idea." Rachel replies with a stage smile, and no one moves a muscle.
"Are you going to stay in the bathroom much longer?" Sebastian asks. "Because I have at least ten jokes about why yall apparently like to stand in here so much, but I wouldn't want to ruin Blaine's lesson in diplomacy."
There's a nervous jitters of limbs as Rachel fumbles with perfect enuntiation: "Oh, yeah. Sure. See you soon!"
Sebastian and Blaine step aside and look at them going trough the door, and Tina makes sure to be the last one in line. She turns over her shoulder and tries to sneak a last peek of Blaine in the pants, possibly from the back.
She almost freezes when she sees Blaine turns in Sebastian's arm, a hand behind Sebastian's neck to get him to lean down. He stands on the tip of his toes, flushing their bodies together, and their mouth crash against each other in a kiss that wouldn’t be allowed on national television. Sebastian’s hands are quick to lift Blaine’s shirt until his hand is flat against Blaine’s unfairly tanned and muscular back, and she’s pretty sure Blaine’s free hand isn’t so free where it disappears between their bodies.
It’s an image she won't forget.
When she lets the bathroom door close behind her, the New Direction are some feet down the hallway. She jogs to catch up, just as Rachel's march reaches her top speed.
"Fair and square my ass." Tina hears her say not using her indoor voice. "We're sending them both to a crack house."
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starrysence · 6 years ago
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Okay sooooo 8 and 19 with choice ship? (i’m sorry i’m kinda new and i feel like you would know more abt which ship would fit the best than i would)
OH THIS IS SO SO CUTE I LOVE IT THANK YOU also i chose jojo/race bc i love them and havent done content for them since the cookie dough fic SO 
8. let’s go walk around and look at all the lights and stuff
19. we were playing in the snow and you suddenly tackled me to the ground and now…we’re just…staring… at each other...
genre: floooof
words: 869
warnings: none, really! race says ‘kinky’ like once but thats about it
other stuff: this is modern era bc as yall know,, thats my jam
you can request oneshots with the prompts here, or, if you have your own prompts, feel free to send them in with a ship!
a stroll in the snow; jojo/race
“and we’re done!” jojo exclaims, shutting his laptop perhaps a little too enthusiastically. race laughs.
“you really wanted to get this project done, didn’t you?”
“you have no idea,” jojo huffs and falls back, practically sinking into the couch. “do you think al would mind if i crashed here for the night? would you?”
race smiles and shakes his head. “neither of us would. you’re always so fun to be around, jo.”
jojo feels a blush creep up his face at the compliment. “thanks, racer.”
“anytime!” race starts to grin. “hey, actually, since it’s the first night of december, they’re probably puttin’ up the prettiest lights and decorations. you wanna walk the block and check ‘em out? we could even grab some hot chocolate or something.”
are you asking me on a date? is what jojo would have asked if he’d had the courage to. he hopes, though, that it is a sort of date. it sounds absolutely perfect. instead, he returns race’s grin and replies, “that sounds amazing, racer. a perfect way to end a friday night. i’d love to.”
race feels his heart skip a beat at jojo’s smile. “awesome!”
•••
warm cups of hot cocoa long discarded, the boys walk down the street side by side, admiring the lights and the decorations adoring every building and lamppost in the city. 
“it’s beautiful,” jojo says with a soft smile. race looks over at him as he hums agreement and feels his breath catch in his throat when he sees the look on jojo’s face and the way all the lights seem to make him glow. 
he’s shocked out of his trance when he feels something cold hit his arm. he blinks rapidly and sees jojo standing there with a sheepish grin. “did you just throw a snowball at me?” race asks incredulously.
“you were zoned out! i needed some way to knock you back into your senses!”
“you could’ve shaken me by the shoulders or something! you’re in for it now, de la guerra!” race shouts, quickly bunching up a small amount of snow in his hands and chucking it at jojo, who has barely any time to react before the snowball hits his chest.
“hey, that’s not— race, that isn’t— fair!” jojo exclaims between wet, snowy hits. when he realises that his friend isn’t going to stop any time soon, he decides to try out an old childhood trick and runs at race, tackling him to the ground with a soft thud. thank goodness for all that snow.
“jo, hey! get off me, i wasn’t done!” race exclaims, pouting as jojo firmly pins his wrists to the blanketed sidewalk. 
“you weren’t gonna be done for another hour or so if i joined in or let ya keep goin’,” jojo chuckles, smiling down at race, who bursts into giggles.
jojo looks at him in adoration, wondering if the boy beneath him really is an angel. it takes him a few minutes to realise race’s giggles have died down and now they’re doing nothing but staring at each other.
“well...” he starts, breaking the silence. “this is something.”
“yeah, it’s something, alright,” race laughs breathlessly. “you’re still pinning me down. real kinky, jo.”
“antonio!” jojo practically squeaks the name out, yelping and quickly letting go of race’s wrists. he moves to get up before pausing at the feeling of race cupping the back of his head with one hand.
“sorry,” race responds with a lopsided smile before lifting his head to press his lips gently, lovingly to jojo’s. the new sensation of warmth feels even better than anything jojo could’ve imagined, and he melts against race, returning the kiss and placing his hands on the shorter boy’s shoulders. 
race breaks the kiss after what’s probably a few minutes with a quiet gasp. jojo smiles down at him with nothing but affection, and he can’t help but soften underneath the gaze.
“jojo,” race whispers, pressing his nose to jojo’s.
“yeah, race?” jojo responds softly.
“your lips are chapped,” race smirks. jojo snorts and begins to laugh, rolling off of race and standing up. he begins to walk towards the direction of race and albert’s shared department, and only a few seconds later he hears footsteps getting closer behind him. 
“you didn’t help me up!” race whines when he catches up to jojo, who only laughs harder and shakes his head.
“that’s what you get for ruining the mood.”
“oh, come on, sweetheart, i’ll just get you some lip balm!”
“i’m going to break up with you before you even ask me out.”
“no, wait!” race grabs jojo’s hand and places it over his heart. jojo blushes furiously at the adorable gesture. “don’t do that. i’m sorry. will you go out with me? i promise not to point out how chapped your lips are—”
“race!”
“what?! i was just—”
jojo stares at race with an unreadable expression on his face, and race falters, sighing dramatically in defeat. 
“will you just... will you go out with me? you’re the most amazing guy i’ve ever met and i’d love to be your boyfriend.”
this draws a grin from jojo, and he kisses race’s cheek, nodding. “i will absolutely go out with you.”
×××
IM IN TEARS I LOVE THEM SO MUCH WJDFKFHKS I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS
-sanj 💕
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imagineproduce101 · 7 years ago
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Lee Gwanghyun Harry Potter AU
so you were a fifth year gryffindor
and your best subject, surprisingly, was potions
there was just something about the magic of it that you really enjoyed
your potions class was a mixed hufflepuff/gryffindor class, so there were quite a number of you crammed into the dungeons
that day during class, you were brewing the base for polyjuice potion
everyone was bustling around the classroom when suddenly, a loud boom! rocked the dungeons
“lee gwanghyun!” you heard someone roar as smoke billowed through the room
you began coughing, waving your wand to disperse the thick smoke
in one of the corners of the dungeon, you saw a boy, probably gwanghyun, staring down at his smoking, blackened cauldron miserably
“hey, who is that?” you asked your desk-mate curiously
“that’s lee gwanghyun, hufflepuff, best friends with jung sewoon, kinda shy but really sweet.”
you hummed in response, watching lee gwanghyun for a second more before turning back to your own cauldron
after class ended, you were gathering all your things into your bag when you noticed the professor speaking rather harshly to gwanghyun
“gwanghyun, if your performance doesn’t improve, i don’t know that you’re going to pass my class,” the professor was saying
as you hurried out of class, you couldn’t help but feel bad for the poor boy-- he looked like he was about to start crying
a few days later, when you had potions again, the professor pulled you aside before class started
“(y/n), i have a bit of a favor to ask you,” the professor sighed, “would you be willing to tutor one of your classmates? they’re really having a hard time, but i just don’t have the free time to give them the attention and help they need.”
“o-oh,” you nodded your head quickly, “no problem.”
the professor obviously thanked you and you hurried back to your seat, wondering who it might be
as lee gwanghyun entered the room with a few of his friends, you hummed, wondering if maybe it was him
sure enough, after class, you were packing up your things when you felt someone standing next to you
“oh!” you straightened quickly to send a smile and lee gwanghyun, who returned the most adorable smile you’d ever seen 
“hi! are you (y/n)?” he asked carefully, awkwardly fidgeting with the straps of his backpack
“yeah, you’re gwanghyun, right?” 
gwanghyun nodded vigorously
“ah, so I’m tutoring you,” you quickly picked up your backpack, “here, what’s your next class? i have a free period, so i can walk you there so that we can figure everything out.”
“oh, transfiguration,” gwanghyun replied brightly,following you out of the dungeons
the two of you quickly came up with a schedule that fitted both of your schedules, and gwanghyun briefly explained the things he was struggling with the most
and so with that, the two of you started meeting every wednesday and sunday evening to either review a practical aspect of a potion or to actually brew
when you first started, there were a lot of explosions, and gwanghyun always apologized profusely afterwards, but slowly, there were less and less
you soon realized that one of gwanghyun’s problems was the he was severely lacking confidence in his potions abilities
so you made sure to hYpE HiM UP
(lots of blushing on gwanghyun’s part)
and of course, since potions was a lot of waiting and simmering and stirring, the two of you had a lot of time to get to know each other
gwanghyun was absolutely adorable and incredibly sweet, always genuinely curious as to how your day had gone, or who you thought was going to win the next quidditch match
and whenever you asked gwanghyun questions or complimented his improvement, he blushed and smiled over at you 
and wow gwanghyun was cute and was that your heart beating a little faster?
soon your friends noticed your crush on the hufflepuff and began teasing you about it
but gwanghyun (bless his soul) never seemed to realize what your friends were talking about
one evening, the two of you were brewing a calming draught, its milky-white steam filling the room, when you heard gwanghyun take a deep breath and face you
“oh, what’s u--”
“would you maybe want to hogsmeade with me?”
you just blinked for a few seconds, a little surprised at how loudly gwanghyun had shouted that, before smiling widely
“of course i would,” you grinned at him, cooing internally at his enormous smile and pink cheeks
when the two of you start dating its adorable honestly
gwanghyun does his best to take care of you!!! and he doesn’t let anyone be rude/disrespectful to you bc you’re his bby
everyone loves the two of you as a couple
(esp. the potions professor, who feels quite smug about the whole relationship lmao)
and yeah yall are just a super wholesome adorable couple like wow
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