gax + corporate/law vibes + âThe powerpoint was steadily taking over their relationship, something that Max was not willing to stand for.â
gax?? gax!!
power (you make some points): a gax ficlet
rated m, ~1.2k words
now also readable on ao3
author babble:
bear in mind i wrote this before i knew more about the Gax Lore i.e. karting together, actually being nice to each other blablabla. you could also just retrofit the vibes and hopefully they still work. anyways!
will throw this up on ao3 when iâm not sitting bleary eyed in an airport
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If there was one thing that Max Verstappen wouldnât tolerate, it was George Russell having the monopoly on good PowerPoint presentations. Max had won all four years of debate in College, as well as the dubious title of âmost radical deployment of Google Slides templatesâ at his MBA, and he was not about to be usurped by the other guy in his department who actually knew how to use an animate transition.
âYou missed an indent there.â Max says, pointing at the monitor. Yellow and red lights wink at them from the outside, as if to say: youâre both in your mid-twenties, quit wasting it on a computer screen at 11pm on a Wednesday, maybe?
Max is not staring, very determined not to look at his teammateâs facial expression. But George is almost certainly rolling his eyes right now.
âWas coming back to that, alright?â George huffs back. Max is very professional most of the time. But something about how wound up George is, how insanely pedantic he is about everything from semicolons to coffee cup placement for the Directors to taking insanely detailed minutes that nobody except Max reads after the meetings â well. What is it that Nietschze once said? We hate in others what we most identify with about ourselves. Or was that from Twitter? Max does not really use Twitter except to look at Bloomberg News updates and cat videos, so he does not know. And anyway Nietzsche never made a six figure salary.
âIt would just be easier if you would let me do it.â Max says.
âFuck right off, mate.â
âOh, wouldnât you like me to.â
âNot now.â
âJust share the link to this. Iâll do it.â
âWe agreed to take turns on this.â
âYes, Russell. But sometimes, the rules are meant to be bent.â
George swivels his chair to Max, then. Fully attempts to pin him with his gaze, commencing an awkward stare-off that lasts way too many seconds and makes Max once again realise that Georgeâs eyes remind him of the expensive fish tank he saw at the Partnersâ sushi dinner once. Max doesnât think those same fish were the ones they ended up eating. But he does remember that dinner because it was the one where the Partners had dangled the promise of a huge promotion if they could help carry the company merger across the line successfully. The problem is, there was only one spot.
Georgeâs distracting aquatic orbitals aside, fortunately, Max (i) never backs down, and (ii) has been told that he has the dead-eyed emotional stare of a robot missing an empathy software upgrade sometimes.
And clearly, the powerpoint was steadily taking over their relationship, something that Max was not willing to stand for.
Max leans back in his chair, stance all mock-relaxed. âDo you want to be out of here before midnight, or not?â
âWeâre expensing the Ubers either way, so it doesnât make a difference to me, mate.â
Fine. If George is so hyperfocused on The Tasks that heâs forgotten the fun part of being Questionably Close Coworkers, so be it.
Max deploys the nuclear option.
He sticks his leg out, nudging the toe of his Pradas onto Georgeâs slacks. And strokes his foot halfway up to a sensitive point on Georgeâs thigh. Max may even flutter his lashes a little.
To his credit, George does not react. Merely swings his eyes like a lamp to Maxâs face again. His hand does, however, goes still on the mouse.
âWhat exactly are you doing?â
âI donât know.â Max feigns. He knows that George hates, more than anything, anyone getting dirt on his precious Ralph Laurens. But at least he has his attention now. âWas hoping we could move onto the more fun part of the typical evening activities. Maybe.â
âWe shouldnât be doing that again anyway.â
âGeorge.â
âWhat?â
âThat is not what you said the last, hm, fourteen times that we have done this, eh?â
âWhoâs counting?â
âI thought you were the most careful of rule followers and data analysis, knapperd.â
George is a human being, but Max is almost certain the other man shakes himself like heâs preening right now.
âWell. Itâs what the team likes me for, and itâs what Iâll keep doing.â
âOh yes. Surely we must keep in mind the team. And the shareholders. They are very important.â
âQuite.â
âBut should we tell them that you like it so much, George. When I do this.â Max says. Rising up, fully crowding George in, hands gripping the cool handles of the computer chair. Leaning in to nibble the side of Georgeâs neck.
George swallows. Max watches his throat move.
Next, Max mouths the words onto the side of Georgeâs jaw, stubble prickling his mouth. âAnd this.â
The click of the mouse continues steadily as Max moves his mouth to the shell of Georgeâs ear. âAnd letâs not forget. This.â
Max tilts Georgeâs face up fully, then. Georgeâs face is flushed, eyes sparkling, all surprise at the sudden change of pace, but eager, too.
When Max seals his lips over Georgeâs, George groans, and his hands shoot up to Maxâs waist immediately. It doesnât feel quite like winning a deal or a pitch does for Max, but the completion comes pretty damn close.
Max sweeps his tongue into Georgeâs mouth. George opens willingly, like he always does. In the back of Maxâs logical brain, a warning sign blares that the computer chair may not be able to support the weight of them both â because they spend a lot of time pretending they donât work out together at the gym but Max knows exactly what Georgeâs deadlift PB is and itâs pretty damn high for a scrawny looking dude.
And despite the keening protest of said chair, the two of them are both lost to it now. Max jams one knee between Georgeâs legs, George nibbles hungrily at Maxâs lower lip, Max thrusts his hips all needy, and maybe if Max is nice about it George might suck him off under the table, andâ
Outlook chimes again.
âBlasted piece of shit.â George says, breaking away. His hands go still at Maxâs waist. âWhy weâre using G-Suite and Microsoft Office at the same time I will never know.â
George squeezes his eyes shut, as if making himself stop this is causing him physical pain. Maybe itâs that or the workflow incompatibility when George tries to move his custom Excel-Trello gantts into a third party API.
And Max wonât lie. He kind of likes it when George gets so irritated about these things. When he cares a bit too much. Because what is Max but exactly like that, too.
âHazards of a merger, I guess. But without that, I would never have met you, no?â
George makes a noise like he knows what Max means. The other man straightens his shirt collar, and Max runs a hand through his hair. Heâs been growing it out lately, because George had made a passing comment at the bathroom sink once about it looking good.
Sleeping with the person competing for the same Chief of Staff position is possibly the worst decision he couldâve made, and Max once dyed his hair platinum blonde. But, theyâre stuck here together. Hell is a slightly more tolerable place when Satanâs right hand man looks this good. And knows his coffee order without asking.
Besides. Max is not bothered. He knows that the promotion is his. This is just a minor plot inconvenience.
Later, they will expense the uber back to Georgeâs place, where Max will put his mouth on Georgeâs arse, and give him a practical demonstration of the three different ways heâs learned to elicit pleasure from the male prostate.
George will whimper and whine the whole way through it, and after theyâre both sated, theyâll both roll over to check their emails, barely concealing their smiles. They will pretend that whatâs happening between them could be as clean as their zero-email inboxes. As if their connection is not violently seeping through containment.
All in the name of team bonding. For the firm. Yes.
(Or this is what they tell themselves, to maintain the illusion, anyway.)
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Hello!! If you're still taking requests for that drabble game, might I request either Strength with Kotoko + Mikoto or Weak with Amane + Futa? It's fine if you aren't doing it anymore, of course
I've been in this fanbase since trial one and out of all the things I've read, your writing is probably amongst my favorite! (Even if I haven't finished going through it all yet...) I hope you have a splendid day! <3
!!!!! You are so kind waaahh this completely made my day, thank you ;---; I'm so glad you're enjoying omg â¨And thanks for these, they were really cool and fitting combos!! I tried to do a dual-perspective of Kotoko and Mikoto's pre-T2 fight, and I posted the one for Weak below.
Strength can manifest in a variety of ways, not just physically. Kotoko had a strong determination, for example. Mikoto had a powerful way with people. She showed solid self control and willpower. He held to strict deadlines and routines. She maintained a sharp intelligence. He upheld an unshakeable resolve.
Also, they were both ridiculously physically strong.
The pair came to this realization around the same time. Theyâd gotten a taste of the othersâ power when clashing in the interrogation room, but it had begun suddenly and ended just as quickly. This time was different. They stood in the center of the panopticon, with the echoing space to themselves. As Kotoko swung a punch toward Mikoto, and he caught her against his forearms, they had a moment to gauge the otherâs muscle.Â
Kotoko stared into his eyes, which had a different sort of awareness to them now. Heâs more coordinated, she thought, he must not be the same one I faced before. Heâs leaning on the strength in his arms -- heâs not using his legs to their fullest potential. It doesnât matter, given the raw force of his blows. Has he trained for fights, or just built his muscles in general?Â
Mikoto stared into her eyes, returning her fiery gaze. Fuck, this ladyâs strong.
She wound up again. He retaliated quickly. She shoved his back into the guardâs tower. He sidestepped her next attack.Â
He didnât really care why his fellow prisoner had come charging at him swinging, but she made sure he knew.
âThe warden may not be able to administer punishments,â she said in between timed breaths, âso they entrusted me with that responsibility. This is justice, for the lives youâve taken. You wonât be able to hurt anyone else.â
He broke into harsh laughter. âYouâre one crazy motherfucker! Youâre the only person hurting anyone.â He tried to grab her, but she slipped from his arms. His eyes narrowed, laughter dying away with unsettling speed. âBut thereâs no way in hell Iâm letting you hurt me.â
Kotoko was struck by the way he said it. Her voice had shaken with the very same determination when putting herself between an innocent citizen and some creep. It was how she felt now, trying to keep his violent hands away from the other prisoners. There were children here, weak and scared. Es themself was just a child, and had already suffered his violence. She refused to let this villain cause any more pain. âIâm doing what needs to be done. Youâre nothing but a murderous monster.â She swung her fist.
Mikoto caught her by the wrist, forcing her to look at the blood caked in her hand. He didnât know whose it was, but it wasn't either of theirs. âYouâre the fucking monster!â He shoved her backwards. âAnd Iâm gonna kill you for itâŚ!â
He didnât know how she could think she was the hero in this whole situation. He was the one protecting someone else.Â
Neither held back. Mikoto wheezed as her boots connected. Kotoko cringed as Mikoto landed a solid hit on her face. There was some shouting from the hallway. Their resolves hardened. Mikoto wasnât going to let anyone else threaten him. Kotoko wasnât going to let him threaten anyone else. They were strong, they reminded themselves. They had to end this now.
The two charged at one another. A moment before they were set to collide, they both cried out in pain. Blinding white light flooded the dark panopticon. They clutched their eyes, stumbling away from one another. A figure shoved through, planting himself between them.
âStop this, both of you!â It was Kazui.
âGet outta my way,â Mikoto growled.
âThis is not your concern,â Kotoko said, blinking in the light.Â
The spotlight in the guardâs tower had been switched on, pointed directly at them. Kazui remained in place. âThatâs enough. Look at yourselves, for godâs sake!â
Under the harsh light, they now saw the sort of state they were in. Mikotoâs uniform had torn in new places, blood seeping through. He could taste some in his mouth, too. Kotokoâs face was cut. Her leg ached. They stood covered in bruises, panting.Â
âGo back to your cells,â Kazui commanded. âWeâll sort this out in the morning.â
Kotoko squared her shoulders. âThereâs nothing to sort out. Heâs a murderer. I wonât lose to him.â
âThis bitch tried to kill me. Iâm not letting her get away with it.â
âI donât care.â Kazui said simply. âCall it a draw. Youâll both tear yourselves apart if you keep going.â
They continued staring at one another as if their gaze alone could take them to the ground, but neither moved to fight.Â
Mikoto felt a pang of guilt. Lost in adrenaline, he didnât realize how banged up he was. He thought of how much pain heâd experience in the upcoming days. The whole point was to save himself from harm.Â
Kotoko cursed Kazui for interrupting her. As one of the forgiven, he was supposed to be on her side. Even if he wasnât honorable enough to see her as an ally, sheâd have to be the bigger person. She wouldnât threaten him.Â
Neither was happy about conceding, but couldn't think of a better option given their end goals.
Kazui remained between them as they stalked off to their respective cells.
âA temporary draw,â Kotoko muttered to Mikoto. She flashed a grin that felt more like an animal baring its teeth.
He returned the smile. âYou won't be so lucky next time.â
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summary: in which jungkook loves to see you smile and you are the god of mischief.
idol!jungkook x reader, est. relationship / fluff / word count: 2.6k
content/warnings: mention of childhood insecurity, mention of biting during s*x, jk is very touchy, they watch a movie and the guard thinks theyâre doing sumn nasty bc theyâre both a menace honestly đ, jk accidentally bites his lower lip and bleeds
> in which masterlist!
note: hi !! this is a repost of a drabble i wrote two (?) years ago but accidentally deleted lololol so if youâve read it before thatâs why! but this is now an edited version with a new title <3
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âbaby,â
jungkook calls your attention out of nowhere, pausing the movie playing on the tablet youâre holding. the frown painted on his face is difficult to miss.
âi have a question.â
âso randomly?â you raise an eyebrow. âask me then.â
âwhy do you cover your face when youâre happy?â
the wide-eyed look of genuine curiosity on his face is identical to yesterdayâs, when he asked you what the word ineffable meant after hearing it in a song.
the question prompts you to take a glance at the screen, where a sophisticated woman has a hand over her mouth as she giggles with her elite acquaintances about an old but classic rich husband joke.
âitâs not that it bothers me, i just- iâve noticed it lately and i-i wish to see you smiling and laughing more freely, you know?â he tries his best to choose his words carefully, offering you a kind smile as he lovingly caresses your head. âit makes me happy when i see you happy.â
âoh,â you blink at him, mind going blank as you attempt to form an answer in your head. his touch isnât exactly helping you eitherâ you just want to melt into him and not think of anything at all, float on cloud-nine and stay there forever.
however, seeing as he asked you the question out of the blue, he mustâve been thinking about it a lot. youâve only been dating for a few months, so itâs understandable for him to eagerly seek the answers to his curiosities and observations. if anything, it feels nice to learn he gives this much attention to youâ possibly notices things you donât even know about yourself. for a split second the thought crosses your mind, that beyond a consciousness, you are tangible and real.
âitâs a habit i guess? when my teeth were falling out for the first time as a kid, i became insecure, so i decided that iâd just smile without showing my teeth from then on. like this.â
you demonstrate by lifting up the corners of your lips.
âand yeah-â
as if heâs helplessly pulled by the magnet of attraction, he leans down to kiss you and interrupt your sentence.
âiâd cover my face when i couldnât contain my smile or laugh. and even when they grew back, it felt weird. like my smile didnât belong to my face? if that even makes sense.â
âyah, thatâs not true! youâre very pretty whether youâre smiling, or crying and-â his warm hand cups your cheek, and he stupidly grins as heâs about to say something cheesy. âeven when youâre just breathing.â
the corners of your lips rise again. this time, itâs genuine.
âoh? how romantic.â you scrunch your nose cutely, and his heart flutters.
you hold onto his wrist, revelling in the way his thumb softly traces shapes on your skin.
âiâm over that, though. it was so long ago. i donât think about it obsessively anymore at least. itâs really just a habit i havenât gotten rid of.â you reassure him, meaning every word that you say.
we all have our secrets and fears that we keep only to ourselves, that much is understood between the two of you. there are circumstances in which withholding information is necessary. however, the one big promise you made to each other is to never lie. honesty and trust. ease and consolation. every word, every syllable hanging from your lips an addition to the naked history of your love. passed down stories. confessions. blurry memories. shutter sounds. curses. laughter. song dedications. that much is true.
âwhy are you looking at me like that?â you bite the inside of your cheek to conceal a smile, beguiled by his love drunk eyes seemingly stunned by your mere presence beside him.
âlike what, baby?â
you shy away from his gaze. âlike youâre either thinking that i hang the stars on the sky every night⌠or that you want to eat me alive.â
to confirm your words true, he takes your hand and sinks his teeth on the flesh of your palm where your thumb is connected. his wide doe eyes peer at you innocently, sparkling like of a little kid eating the fluffy pancakes heâs been craving since last night.
the latter might sound like a joke to others, but jungkook does eat you alive. almost. basically. youâre not even shocked at the act anymore. soon enough, youâll memorize the mark of his teeth carving their mark on your skin, both in sexual and non-sexual setting.
âbabe,â you send him a bewildered stare. âi really donât think i taste as good as you make me out to be.â
he parts away with his eyebrows knitted in disagreement. ânot true. youâre yummy.â
âoh, shut up!â you burst into a fit of giggles. your hands automatically attempts to fly to your face, but he has your wrists bound with his secure grip. you donât resist. you only laugh harder when your sight lands on your hands tangled together.
âthereâs ____âs beautiful smile.â he coos, proceeding to pepper your face with appreciative kisses.
and you fold. your back lands on the soft mattress, and your belly starts aching from laughter when he purposely blows on the spot on your neck where youâre most ticklish. hot tears gather at the corner of your eyes, and jungkook watches them fall down your temples as his lips graze your skin and your body shakes underneath him.
tears of joy and pleasure are the only tears youâre going to shed, he promises himself. youâre going to smile and make flowers bloom everyday, he promises you and the earth.
â
your teeth chattering from the cold is a shy away from your awkward smile, he notices the endearing resemblance as you shiver beside him.
âhmm, what did i tell you about cinema one?â he teasingly asks as he draws back the armrest that serves as a divider between the two of you.
âthat itâs fucking cold in there-â you surrender, tone sounding annoyed. âhere. whatever!â
âand who still decided to wear their smallest pieces of clothing?â he continues to taunt you while he pulls you into his bodyâs natural warmth.
you sigh, whether itâs in relief or annoyance, youâre not quite sure.
âi just wanted to wear my new cute clothes.â you whisper-shout.
the giant screen is still playing trailers of the upcoming movies this year, and youâre already mentally updating your calendar to accommodate them despite your hectic schedule. a two-hour vacation, you would always describe films.
he chuckles, and more shivers run down your spine at the deep and raspy sound being so close to your ear. âyou do look cute today, baby.â
he catches the cloth of your skirt between his fingers, and somehow, he ends up squeezing the soft flesh of your thigh. you swallow thickly, unconsciously closing your thighs together and trapping his hand in between them.
âthank you, handsome.â you grip his wrist to move it away. you tut. âno silly business, though. i really want to watch this movie.â
his shoulders drop dramatically in disappointment. âokay⌠want to sit on my lap so i can keep you warm then?â
you look behind you to see that thereâs no people sitting on your side, so no oneâs view would get blocked if you were to agree to his proposition. the room is practically empty, with a few scattered people sitting on the sides.
you spend the first fifteen minutes of the movie in comfort and bliss, with your boyfriendâs arms wrapped around you. he took off his jacket earlier, and he splayed it over your lap as to not neglect the goosebumps rising all over your freezing legs.
âso stubborn,â jungkook muttered under his breath while he was taking off the jacket, an amused smile etched on his lips. you wouldâve felt bad, but you knew he likes doing these things for you, so you only playfully stuck your tongue out at him.
look, to be fair, it is your first time in this cinema. youâve been on many dates at this theater with jungkook, but for some reason, youâve never watched a movie in cinema one until tonight. itâs cold in the other three cinemas as well, the kind of cold youâve gotten comfortable with, so when jungkook booked the tickets last night and told you âitâs really cold in there, wear something warmer,â you thought he was just being ridiculous.
hah, how cold could it possibly be? right?
fine, jungkook is right. you are stubborn.
and you prove it once more when a flashlight shines over your face. the security guard holding it approaches your seat- wait, no, jungkookâs seat. jungkook is your seat. what?!
âiâm sorry, but only one person can sit on the chair. please comply.â
you trace the direction of her eyes to find jungkookâs hands tucked underneath the jacket on your lap, resting on your inner thighs to steal their warmth. you send him a sharp glare, but it doesnât affect him one bit. he only shrugs, obviously hiding a smirk as he pretends to be the most innocent person in the room.
you pull up the armrest next to you with a pout, slipping back into your original seat against your wishes.
âhe was just warming up his hands. i promise!â you whisper not so subtly to the guard.
she only clears her throat and awkwardly nods in response, walking up the stairs to observe the rest of the movie watchers.
you bury your face in your hands as your body vibrates with mirth mixed with humiliation, and jungkookâs jaw nearly falls on the floor.
âsometimes i canât believe youâre real. how do you never get shy?â
âi was just clearing things up!â you whine, hitting his arm using the side of a closed fist, which he massages with a squeaked âouch.â âyouâre the one who put me in a compromising situation!â
âwell, nobody told me taking care of my girlfriend was a crime!â
you carry on with watching the movie after that embarrassing scene, and youâve forgotten that youâre cold until youâre uncontrollably shivering again. you begin rubbing your arms in a pathetic attempt to get rid of the goosebumps, but you eventually abandon all hope.
you sadly look over at your boyfriend to plead for help once more, but he has gotten too engrossed with the film to feel a pair of shaking pupils beseech him intensely. he finally opened the box of popcorn heâs been saving for the climax.
and he was the one who wanted to do something other than watch the movie.
you grimace.
you are no stranger to his confusing attention span.
after carefully studying the room to ensure the guard is no longer in sight, you unceremoniously climb on jungkookâs lap again. your actions cause some pieces of popcorn to fall from the box, and he scrambles to stuff them all in his mouth before the powder stains any of your clothes. yours are new, after all.
his face displays a puzzled expression, screaming i thought this was supposed to be a compromising situation?! and his soft rosy cheeks on the other hand-
âyou look like a chipmunk who got caught in the headlights stealing food with its mouth full.â
the screen flashes a frame of the clear, blue sky in the aftermath of a ferocious storm. it sends the fleeting sunlight to shine on your faceâ just long enough for him to capture the image of how pretty you are when you giggle, and most of all, how your hand moves to cover your face, but drops on his arm before it could reach its intended destination.
he recognizes it as a conscious effort, and he feels a tug in his heart. his sweet, precious lover. you will never do anything wrong in his eyes, he thinks to himself as he hugs you closer for a kiss. the feeling of your smile against his lips might just be one of his most favorite things in the world.
he pulls away with a toothy grin to match yours, offering you the box of popcorn. the beautiful smile you claimed to not belong on your face lingers as you turn it down and sip on the lemonade instead. and then it simmers down to your usual mellow smile, to a deep frown, until your lips quiver as the resolution of the film reduces you into a puddle of tears.
jungkook likes to keep mental notes about you.
an excerpt from today:
1. how to make ____ smile? act cute.!! :)
2. how to make ____ cry? watch a son and mother reunite after eighteen long years.
p.s. i think i cried harder, but quieter ????
3. how to make ____ angry mad furious? kill off the said mother unnecessarily at the end of the movie for the sake of shu shock value.
the lights turn on all at the same time as the credits start rolling down on the plain black screen. your body slumps back on your boyfriend, drained by the series of overwhelming events that transpired in the past two hours. he waves his hand infront of your face, but your eyes remain unfocused and unblinking.
âthis is the worst movie i have ever seen in my life. four out of five stars.â
he snorts at your unseriousness. âthat is the most stars youâve given this month. and itâs the 29th.â
âsee? itâs the worst! iâm going to have nightmares!â you cry out with an exaggerated shudder, grabbing his forearms to envelope yourself in his embrace.
âhonestly, pushing her off the cliff was a bit too mu-â his sentence gets rudely cut off when your shoulder accidentally hits his chin. you scrambled to go back to your seat, and this escalated to him accidentally biting the inside of his lower lip. the unusual mix of the bitter and salty taste of metal permeates his tongue as an unexplainable expression spreads across his face.
on the other hand, youâre too preoccupied with mischievously smiling at the guard standing down on the floor. she measures you up with a displeased look worse than earlierâs, but much to your relief, she proceeds to walk out after scanning the room one last time.
âbaby!â jungkook yells in pain to grab your attention, jutting out his bottom lip to show you the wound that you inflicted.
âoh my god- shit, shit, shit-â you curse, digging your hand in your bag in search of your handkerchief. âiâm so sorry!â
you press the cloth on the bleeding, profusely apologizing to him with a wince. âi panicked! iâm sorry, iâm sorry!â
he pushes your wrist away for a moment, doe eyes squinting at you accusingly. âyou just wanted to play around with her, didnât you?â
you chew on your bottom lip, the sight of blood that has stained the handkerchief sends a pang of guilt across your chest. âsorry⌠her face- she was just so funny.â
âfuck, why are you like this?!â he throws his head back with a bright laugher that echoes throughout the theater. âah, youâre so adorable!â
âcome back here!â you scold him, holding his face in your hands to crane it back down.
he juts out his bottom lip again, but his body continues to vibrate with lighthearted chortles.
âdoes it hurt?â
âit hurtsâŚ! i think i might seriously cry!â he answers despite his high tolerance for pain, distorting the truth so that he could drown himself in the gratifying feeling of being doted on by you.
he writes another mental note as you inspect his wound, repetitive bloopers playing in the background of the love bubble the two of you share.
4. ____ likes playing games with strangers. must protect with my life.
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đđđ đđđđđ ! ( sixth installment ) in which you are forced to plan a corporate event with your office enemy .
ŕ¨ŕ§Ë part; one. two. three. four. five. six. seven.
ŕ¨ŕ§Ë incl; kento nanami
ŕ¨ŕ§Ë cw; profanity , mentions of sex
ŕ¨ŕ§Ë an; so sorry if anyone asked to be tagged recently and you didnât get tagged!! tumblr is being screwy again and i canât see any of my commentsđđ also apology time from nanami woo hoo!!!
Nanami stole yet another glance at the expensive watch wrapping around his wrist. Your promptness was certainly an issue; how does she show up nearly thirty minutes late to a meeting she called?
And then he scoffs at himself, giving a little shake of the head. Meeting? There he goes again, speaking in corporate tongue.
But finally, you do show up. Bursting through the entrance of the quiet cafĂŠ, making an embarrassing show of noisiness with your heaving breaths and wheezes. Not that it had been much of a disturbance to anyone elseâonly two other patrons resided in the small establishment; one too engrossed in her book to care, and the other scrolling mindlessly through his cellphone with a pastry in his free hand. Even so, you bashfully clapped two hands together as you peeked around the room. âSorry!â
The older woman behind the counter nods in appreciation. Nanami canât help but exhale roughly through his nose in sort of an almost-chuckle. God, you were a mess, werenât you?
âSorry, Iâm so late!â You approached the table he resumed, one near the front window like youâd asked for. Your heels clopping against the grainy tile, knee-length dress flowing like water around your legs. He stands, walking to the opposite side of the tiny, rectangular table and pulling out the chair for you.
âImpressively late,â Nanami derides, but itâs not full of any malice. Truth be told, he did have the patience of a saint when situations like these were called to question. He didnât mind waiting, because despite your utter tardiness, he trusted that you'd show up eventually, rather than ditching him altogether and leaving him to sulk in the humiliation of being stood up over a cup of black coffee. You were scatterbrained at times, yes, but dependable? Always.
Nanami returns to his side of the table after pushing your seat in. It wasn't meant to come across as a romantic gesture; Nanami had made it a habit of serving the women in his life nothing but a respectful demeanor. Whether it be lovers, colleagues, friends, and anyone in between. Though admittedly, his behavior towards you these past couple of months has been anything but respectful. Itâs too late to start making amends to things, but the least Nanami can do now is try.
You shudder. Flustered, maybe? âYâdidnât have to do that,â you tell him, placing your phone and clutch bag onto the table.
Nonsense. âMy mother would have my head if she knew I let a lady pull out her own seat.â While trueâhis mother, bless her heart, raised him to be the gentleman his is todayâhe also just⌠wanted to do it. It felt right to serve you a seat.
Your elbow slams rudely on the table, finger reaching across to wag in his face. âSounds like a good woman!â You laugh, and Nanami gingerly swats your hand away. Heâs about to say something, but you beat him to the next sentence. âHey, what gives? I thought this was supposed to be a day of relaxation?â
He worms under the scrutinized glare you wave up and down from his face to neck to chest to abdomen, finally peeking under the table to gawk at his shoes. Nanami curls his toes, a feeble attempt to shrink away from the judgement casted in your eyes. âWhat? Stop looking at me like that.â
âYouâre dressed in fancy-man clothes.â At that, he takes it upon himself to look down at his wear; an ironed dress shirt clung to his chest, tie resting flat and perfectly centered between his pectorals. His slacks were ashy grey and devoid of any wrinkles, cut and hemmed around his ankles just above those stiff, leather shoes snug on his feet. The matching suit jacket was slung neatly over the backrest of Nanamiâs chair, sleeves tucked away into its pockets.
His least expensive suit, sure, but still far too pristine and tidy for a little coffee shop outing. "Is it so bad that I like to remain presentable?" Nanami offers the question while he busies his hands, plucking open the pearlescent buttons at his wrists and rolling back the sleeves off the off-white button down.
"Presentability and discomfort don't always go hand in hand, you know. I mean, look at me," your voice echoes the mocking tone of cockiness, clearly a joke but also not at the same time. With a gesture towards yourself, you beam and shimmy in the simple, breezy dress. It had a floral pattern, Nanami notices. "Cute, stylish, and comfortable."
He isn't jumping to disagree with that. "Sorry, all my sun dresses were in the wash." He surprises himself with the jest, but it has you splitting an unladylike snort, so he doesn't come to regret it.
The toe of a thick, wedged heel jabs into his sock-clad ankle. "You business men are all so sassy." Nanami glowers at the adjective chosen to describe him, but doesn't refute. You sigh. "It's fine, I guess. Nothing we can do about it now. Wear some sweats next time though, would you?"
Next time. Thereâd be a repeat of this?
âSure.â
âGreat.â Your toothy grin beams over your clutch purse, of which is now wrangled in your grabby hands. Rifling through its unorganized contents, dumping out tubes of chapstick, loose change, and sticks of gum onto the table before fishing out a wallet. âRight, Iâm starved. Did you look over the menu any?â
Nanami looked it over five times during the wait, if not for anything other than something to pass time. âNot really. Tell me what you recommend.â
You bite. Rambling about the array of pastries and baked goods that have been worthy enough to be placed in the category of y/nâs favorites. Nanami soaks in your excited, leaning in ever so slightly with open ears a you passionately ramble about cake.
âI take it you come here often?â
The question has you nodding. âLike, all the time man. This is my spot, you should be so grateful that Iâm not a gatekeeper.â You look back at the menu once more before verbally deciding: âI want pistachio cheesecake and peppermint tea.â
The man poorly stifles his chuckle, rising from his seat. "Alright then, stay here. I'll go order."
"Oh, okay thanks." You shove your wallet into the wall of Nanami's chest, "take my card with you."
He is bewildered that you would even think he'd let you pay for your own meal. "I've got it," Nanami tells you, gently pushing the leather thing back to you.
"Nanami, stop."
"Stop what?"
"Take my fucking wallet," you gnarr, and he thinks you look much like a soaked kitten in this state of agitation. "Don't make me slap you."
It's an unserious threat, but Nanami plays a long. He raises two thick, blonde eyebrows. "Jesus, okay, you win. Just please keep your hands to yourself.â He revels in your little smirk of satisfaction, snatching your wallet back before making his way to the front counter.
Nanami kindly asked for two slices of pistachio cheese cake and two drinks; for you, peppermint tea, and him a coffee, black. Of course, everything was charged to his card. You didnât need to know that, though.
You scarfed your portion down with swiftness, slinging spoonfuls of chartreuse custard into your mouth with such savagery that Nanami feared you might choke. He was a much more serene sight, preferring to savor each bite between slow swigs of piping coffee. The dark roast complimented the nutty pistachio flavor stunningly. For such a nameless little eatery, the food was exquisite. He takes another calculated bite of cake.
âYou like?â The question was garbled behind a mouthful, cheesecake clinging to your milky teeth as you smiled brightly. A childlike excitement radiated warmly off you, clouding across the table to heat him up, too. It was sweet how wired you were, hopeful that heâd, too, enjoy your choice of confection.
Nanami huffs, amused. âSwallow before you choke.â You make a show of swallowing, a big hearty gulp with your eyes squeezed shut. âAnd yes, I like it a lot. Your tastes are surprisingly refined.â
âSurprisingly?â You gape, offended.
Nanami wants to crack a quip, something referring to your sub-par taste in men, but this little get together was nice. Yeah, it was really nice, actually. So he refrained from ruining it like the asshole heâd been lately, and drowned the snide remark with another toss of coffee. âSorry, sorry.â
The remainder of the evening was cushy; you both fell into easy conversation about the randomest of topics. Discussions that never breached corporate subject matter, and he was eternally grateful for that. You spoke in tangents, whistling appreciation for a new movie you caught recently, to describing a long list of bands you enjoy, to lamenting about the headache that your minty iced tea sprang upon you: âAh, brainfreeze!â Nanami doesnât add much to the conversation, but he is content to listen and provide little hums of encouragement to urge you to keep talking. His eyes, inquisitive honey-colored things, found your lips and stayed there. Despite the uncouth display in which you carry yourself ( Nanami had been itching to tell you to close your legs, what with the way you sit spread-thighed in your seat donning that dress. So careless and unabashed. If the cafe had been a little more crowded, had a little more men around, and he mightâve slipped his foot over the imaginary boundary line to your side underneath the table and nudged them shut himself ) there was an elegance in the way you spoke about topics of interest. Passion flourished from the little curve of your lips, teeth bared in a great smile because you really were just that happy. Nanami feels envious when he watches you.
âIâm shocked at how well this is going.â You grin cheekily, licking cream from the pad of your thumb. âKind of makes me sad that we didnât get off on the right foot, you know? I think we could've been good friends.â
âIs it too late for atonement?â Nanami bites back a frown. âI understand if you can never see me as anything other than an asshole. But I never got to formally apologize for my behavior these past few months, Y/n. And Iâd like to, if youâll let me.â Why was this humiliating? It was a seldom occurrence when Nanami was in the wrong, but he was never one to let his faults drift by unaddressed. You deserve an apologyâa proper one, not over measly text messages. Still, he miscalculated how awkward this would be.Â
You flail. âA formal apology? Nanami please, a simple âIâm sorryâ will work. It doesnât have to be a whole thing, Iâm mostly over it anyway.â But that was a lie and an obvious one, at that. You werenât over it, he could see it in your eyes.
The blonde clears his throat and rubs his hands together mindlessly. âNo, please. Itâs long overdue, and if weâre going to be working in alliance, then you deserve to feel secure with me.â Though Nanamiâs hands wrench restlessly, his gaze never detracts from yours. He bares his sincerity in the intense eye contact, offering a peek into his soul. Vulnerability. âIâve been nothing but rude and ignorant and vulgar towards you, ever sinceâŚâ
âThat night.â You finish for him. âIt really upset you, huh?âÂ
âYeah, I guess it did.â
âWhy? Do you have a revulsion to sex or something?â
âWhat? WhâIâNo, t-thatâs notâŚâ Nanami sputtered, his ears growing warm from your accusation. âI donât⌠mind sex?â
You play with the dainty straw flouncing around your drink, seemingly oblivious to Nanamiâs flummoxed reaction. âYou seem to have a strong opinion of whores, though.â
He groans, embarrassed with himself, and drags a palm down his pallor face. âWho you choose to sleep with does not make you a whore. It never did, I was just being petty and grasping at straws for anything that would get a reaction out of you.â Nanami runs his tongue over the roof of his mouth, inwardly wishing that the mug of coffee before him would turn to water so he could cure the dryness that ached in his throat.
âWhy go through the trouble?â
Nanami opens his mouth, then closes it. Then opens again, âI donât know.â
A piss poor attempt at playing the fool. Surely there was a reason for his unabashed cruelty towards you, but what the fuck was it? âWell, when you figure it out, let me know?â To his utter surprise, your expression doesnât hold an ounce of animosity; youâre smiling at him. Finding humor in any situation had to be your special talent. Nanami nods dumbly. âIn the meantime, youâll just have to start making it up to me. You were a dick, big time.â
âI know,â he says. âIâm sorry.â
âHmmm,â you make a comical show of humming, touching your index to the point of your chin, and now Nanami knows youâre fucking with him. âHmmm, hmmm, hmmm. I guess I can start the forgiving process ifâŚâ A pause for dramatic effect? The man raises his brows expectantly. âYou and I make this,â you gesture between both bodies at the table, âa weekly thing.â
Nanami was expecting a punishment, but this suggestion was anything but. âIâll need to take a look at my schedule first.â
âListen, man, do what you gotta do. But Iâm telling you, we are getting together at least once a weekend.â You scrub the corners of your lips with a napkin before crumpling it into a tight ball and discarding it on your empty plate. Nanami looks down at his own to see a healthy portion of his cake left. Wordlessly, he slides his plate across the table, and you accept the offering with open arms. âOh shit, thanks! Like I was saying, this is fun, what weâre doing here. Youâre having a good time, right?â
Sitting in a desolate coffee shop and listening to you prattle on has been the most fun heâs had in a devastatingly long time. âYes, I am.â
âGood. You look fun-deprived.â
Fuck, I am. âIâm not.â
âKeep lying, I see through them all.â You scoop the last bite of Nanamiâs cheesecake into your mouth, sighing with satisfaction and rubbing over your full tummy. âAnyway, I think hanging out would be good for us. Healthy, you know? Besides, Iâve been dying to know what off-duty Nanami looks like.â
He cracks a chuckle. âHeâs nothing special.â
Your finger snaps in his face, invading his bubble of personal space, but this time he doesnât shoo you off. âAnother lie!â
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the facesitting drabbles, ughhhhhh could you possibly do one with johnny cage & kenshi too?? doing gods work fr <3
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cw: afab reader, oral (fem receiving), facesitting, established relationship, mentions of kenshi's tower ending
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a/n: omg my second anon request! yall are already making me so happy, and i hope i delivered properly! and i wasn't expecting these facesitting drabbles to get so much attention, but tysm!! also my asks are still open, so feel free to request something! im in desperate need of ideas đ
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johnny was always adventurous when it came to trying new things in the bedroom. but when he asked you to sit on his face, you weren't too fond of the idea⌠what if you accidentally ended up hurting him? with a bit of (classic johnny cage) sweet talk, you reluctantly agreed.Â
and you were very fortunate for giving in to him eventually because you felt as if you were on cloud nine. johnny always had a pleasure for pleasing partners, so heâs gone down on you multiple times before⌠but the feeling of literally having your pussy all over his face like this was certainly something transcendent.
all your worries were washed away as he worked his tongue inside of you, desperately trying to reach in as far as he could. johnnyâs actions made your eyes roll back in pleasure as you let out a string of moans along with his name.
the actor chuckles underneath you and decides to change things up, relishing in all the reactions you offered him. his big hands secured a strong grip on your hips as he helped you ride his face at a steady pace.
you feel your clit occasionally bump on his nose, followed by the flat surface of his tongue collecting all your juices as he helps you rock back and forth above him. the feeling of him stimulating your core started to become overwhelming as that familiar coil starts to bubble up inside of you.
you grab johnnyâs hair and an incoherent warning escapes your lips, trying to tell him you were closeâ but it proved to be useless as he felt your thighs spasming around his head. the actor grins as he looks up at you and lets you ride out your high with his tongue.
he could tell you finally washed away that worry of âhurtingâ him once you looked down at him with lust filled eyesâ your lips slightly parted as you were catching your breath. his well kept brown hair was now a disheveled mess and your slick was smudged all over his face.
your beloved hollywood star looked like a work of art.
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gaining his new occupation with the outworld investigation agency meant kenshi became a very busy man. he knew how much time heâd have to put into this and he knew he couldn't always be there to coddle you. however, when he did get the time to make up for his absence, he knew how to properly deliver.
his apology this time around resulted in you sitting on top of the ex-yakuzaâs face with his tattooed hands roaming all over your breasts, hips, thighs, ass, everythingâ all while his tongue licked fat stripes up your pussy.
your thighs felt like cushions around his head, and the warmness of it made him feel like he wouldnât mind taking a load off from work and staying trapped beneath you forever. his tongue was warm and his occasional strikes against your clit were sharp and steady, making your head spin.
trying to hold back your moans, you cover your mouth with the back of your hand, causing all your sounds to come out muffled. much to the swordsman's displeasure, he bites your inner thigh and makes you yelp. knowing better than to test him, you whine and remove the back of your hand, allowing your noises to come out freely.
despite kenshi still being able to see in his own way with the guidance of sento and his ancestors, he had learned to deeply appreciate his sense of sound (and taste, in this position) ever since he was blinded. the ex-yakuza relished in your sounds much more than he used to before the events that transpired in outworld.Â
muttering out an apology to him, kenshi smirks and dives back into your heat. his hands rest on your ass as he squeezes it and ushers you to grind harder on his face. you don't disappointâ grinding messily over his mouth while he attempts to catch it all with his tongue had you moaning in delight.Â
you missed this, you missed himâ the feeling of his tongue hitting angles inside of you that nobody else could. the feeling of his hands gripping at your flesh, urging you to chase your high. hellâ even the feeling on his stubble scratching against the inside of your thighs and your puffy lips down thereâŚ
and fortunately for you, kenshi had no intentions of letting you rest tonight.
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need fluffy hcs of ellie williams taking care of sick reader đ
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ellie takes care of you when you're sick
a/n made this a drabble... sorry :) hope you liked this!
you were not the one to get sick, you rarely ever did. you had to deal with the occasional sneeze or cough when the cold, winter days in jackson got the better of you, but you'd never been sick. not like this.
ellie was tasked with morning patrol, which meant you were left to your own devices. you usually didn't mind it. you would take some time to do some household chores, something you never really got the chance to do whenever ellie was home. she always claimed you were 'too sexy' to be doing tasks around the house and came up with some dumb excuse that would get you underneath her rather sooner than later.
but now, you couldn't think of anything worse than getting up from this bed. the room felt like it was spinning a million miles an hour and a piercing pain shot through your head whenever you opened your eyes to the light that was creeping through the blinds.
you thanked whatever lord was out there for the fact that you had a clear schedule today, and decided that it would be best to try and get some more sleep in, ellie wouldn't be home until lunch time at least.
when ellie opened the door to your shared home and wasn't greeted with a clingy girlfriend right away, she knew something wasn't right. you never liked it when she was sent on patrol in the morning, claiming that it was 'homophobic' that she couldn't get her fair share of morning cuddles before getting up for the day.
so usually, upon entering your place she didn't even have the chance to take off her boots or hang her coat on the rack, before you were all over her jumping in her arms and pressing kisses all over her face, trying to make up for lost time.
she quickly changed into something more comfortable before setting out to look for you, soon realizing that you hadn't left your bedroom yet. a quick glance at the clock in the living room told her that it was past lunch-time, and you would never miss the chance to cook for her on days like these.
ellie hissed when the bedroom door creaked loudly upon opening it, but her eyes immediately softened seeing the state you were in. you were curled up in a ball under the sheets, fisting one of her sweatshirts that you must've grabbed when she had left for the woods this morning. your face was scrunched up, clearly in distress, even when you were asleep.
your girlfriend quickly made her way over to you, crouching down so she was level with your face. she noticed the damp sheets covering your body, indicating that you had been sweating. a quick feel of your forehead with the back of her hand told her that you had a fever and were burning up.
before waking you she ventured into your bathroom, grabbing any supplies that you could ask her for upon waking you up. a wet cloth, some painkillers, a glass of water and a bin, just in case.
she got on her knees next to you before softly cupping your cheek, whispering sweet nothings until your eyes eventually fluttered open. a small smile curled her lips while caressing your cheek. "y'okay baby?"
the sound of her soft, caring voice was enough to crack your non-existent facade, and before you know it a single, warm tear rolled down your cheek. you shook your head. "dunno what it is, woke up like this."
ellie shifted quickly without answering, walking over to her side of the bed before settling against the headboard. "c'mere love, come get comfy." you shuffled over without hesitance, laying between your girlfriend's soft thighs, that were still slightly cold on the touch from the early morning out on the trails. you laid your head down on her stomach, sighing deeply.
"got you a painkiller love, d'ya wanna be good f'me and take it?" you nodded softly, feeling ellie's body shifting underneath you when she reached over to the bedside table where she had put the glass of water and painkiller before waking you up. when you settled back down on her stomach after having taken the medicine, she draped the cold, wet cloth over your forehead to try and give you some relief.
she knew she had succeeded when she felt you unclenching your shoulders and sighing. "tell me if you're gonna be sick angel. get some more rest, i'll be here and we can try and eat something small tonight, how's that sound?"
you could only nod, already feeling yourself fall back into a slightly more peaceful slumber in the comfort of ellie's arms. the feeling of her nails scratching your scalp and her lips pressing soft, lingering kisses on your head sent you back to sleep within a couple moments.
there was a voice in the back of your head telling you that the roles would be reversed next week, but you couldn't care enough to pay any mind to it. still, who really minds taking care of their sick girlfriend?
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We cry together
Pairing: Idol Hyunjin Ă non Idol Gn!Reader
Genre: hurt/comfort, drabble
Request: Can I request reader whoâs an en empath and when she senses that hyunjin has been sad lately she starts crying and then that makes hyunjin cry too and finally open up to her about whatâs wrongđđŠˇ
Warnings: none I can think of
A/n: I think you requested this like last yearđ I'm sorry for taking so long but hopefully you'll like it!
Hyunjin hasn't been himself lately, and you knew that better than anyone else.
His eyes were darker than usual, like he was feeling tired all the time. He'd barely joke around anymore or do his dramatic antics. You knew he wasn't being his normal self, however you didn't know why.
"I'm fine, don't worry" was his usual response to any approach you'd have. Just like now. A whole week had passed and he still was walking around like a zombie - a zombie who'd always fake a smile to try to make you feel a little bit relieved.
You didn't know what else to do. You tried to talk just to hear lies about how he was feeling alright. You tried to comfort him just to realise that he was wearing a barrier around him. You tried to be there for him just to realise that he himself wasn't there, nor anywhere. He was so inside his mind that the real world was inexistent to him.
With this dilemma inside your mind, the whole day had already passed and it was time to bid goodbye. He didn't look at you though, and his "goodnight" was such a whisper that you doubt he meant to say that at all.
Now that's a funny thing about loving someone. You don't only have feelings for them, you have their feelings. If they are happy you're gonna share their smiles. If they are angry you're gonna share their screams. And if they are sad, even if you don't exactly know the reason, you're bound to share their tears.
So when you hug Hyunjin as a farewell, you can't help but cry. You didn't mean to, but the more you cried the more helpless you felt and just tried to find comfort in your lover by hugging him tighter, hoping that you wouldn't disturb him. However, your sobs made Hyunjin come back to earth and back to you.
"Love?" he asked with a soft voice "are you crying?"
You didn't reply at first. Oh, how embarrassing it was to cry like that for no apparent reason. But Hyunjin took your face in his hands and looked at you with the kindest eyes to ever exist. It was the first time in the whole week that he looked at you properly. You didn't realise how much you missed it.
"What happened?"
"I should be the one asking this, Hyunjin. You've been weird for God knows how long and you refuse to tell me what's wrong."
A mixture of confusion and guilt showed up in his eyes before he dried your face with his thumb "You're crying because of me?"
You smiled. Not because you found it funny, but because you couldn't believe the situation itself.
"I just... I just want you to know that you can trust me. I'm here. For whatever you may need or want. Even if I can't solve the problem, I hope that at least we can cry together."
Hyunjin hugged you closer before you could see his tears forming. It was kinda contradicting, really. But for Hyunjin, the way you were already crying together ended up solving the problem in his head, at least for enough time for him to breathe again.
"Do you think I could sleep here tonight?" His voice was a little bit muffled, his face in the crook of your neck, but his words resonated in your skin. You felt he was little to little coming back to life.
"Of course. Why's that?"
"I wanna trust you tonight. I'll tell you everything. Just let me be here with you, please."
"Always."
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a little thing called jealousy | jeon jungkook drabble
ugh okay Iâm sorry I tried making it a bit more of an argument but I just canât give this couple angst đ
anyway, 2.9k straight fluff. a little bit of jealous Koo and theyâre both clingy af
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Jungkook will be the first to admit that this was really all his doing. His homebody girlfriend would have preferred to stay in tonight and he wouldâve loved to join you but this was Hoseok. Your shared friend Hoseok was having people over and he begged and begged Jungkook to get you to come out. He wanted to have a fun night with his girlfriend too so of course he was going to beg you to come out, right?
Well⌠apparently heâs an idiot.
Youâre having fun alright, youâve been drinking a bit and heâs happily taken the liberty of being sober tonight so he could still drive home but unfortunately for him that meant he was very aware of the things happening around him. For instance, you talking to some guy who you apparently knew. Jungkook is not the jealous type, heâs never been because heâs never had a reason to be. Itâs been known for a while now that he could get a girl if he wanted to and youâve been the only one in his life to make him really work for it and for that heâs thankful. You helped him be able to fully explore what he felt toward you until it was all he could think about and now heâs obsessed with you. Heâs not the jealous typeâŚ
âWhereâs Y/n?â Sungha asked coming over to him after watching him sulk on Hobiâs couch like there werenât at least thirty people around him getting drunk. Jungkook shrugged, âSheâs talking to someone.â
âWho?â Sungha asked, looking around with a smile on her face, âOh! Thatâs Jisoo, wow, I havenât seen him in a long time.â
Jungkook turned his attention to her, âWait, you know him too? Who is he?â
âUh,â Sungha thought for a moment, âHeâs Y/nâs ex but Itâs been years since we last saw him. Last I heard he moved to Tokyo for some time, he mustâve just gotten back.â
âY/nâs ex?â Jungkook asked looking back to you and you felt his stare, turning to him and giving him a soft smile that made Jisoo look at him too, âI thought all her ex boyfriends were shitty.â
âAll but Jisoo,â Sungha shrugged, not noticing the way Jungkookâs leg began to bounce anxiously and his lip caught between his teeth, âBut it was so long ago and we were all young so it makes sense that thereâs no hard feelings there.â
âIâll be back,â Jungkook said in a rush as he hopped off the couch and practically ran over to where you were.
Your breath hitched as firm arms wrapped around your waist pulling you flush against their back and for a second you couldnât think of who it was. Youâve been drinking all night and when you get like that you tend to just talk and talk and forget everything else. It wasnât until you felt Jungkook place small kisses along your neck that you smiled, âHey.â
âHey,â Jungkook whispered into your eye as he kissed you one last time before looking at Jisoo, âIâve been waiting for you to remember I was here too.â
Your brows seemed to furrow in confusion. Youâve only been away from him for at most five minutes. You had seen Jisoo from across Hobiâs apartment and you wanted to see how he was doing. You dated when you were 17 and it was so long ago and now you were both adults so clearly there were things to catch up on. It had been a mutual break up and since you were young it didnât hold too much meaning so in truth you thought nothing of it.
âJisoo this is Jungkook,â you introduced them to each other casually, Jungkook was busy kissing your neck lovingly for you to pay attention without squirming. You tried moving his hands off you because he was beginning to squeeze you a bit too much but he wouldnât let up.
âHer boyfriend,â Jungkook clarified and you could hear the harshness in his tone. You smiled, âYeah.â
âGood to meet you man,â Jisoo said missing the way Jungkook glared at him and he looked to you, âAlright, I havenât had a chance to talk to Sungha or Jimin so Iâm gonna go find them.â
âYeah, go do that,â Jungkook said as you finally freed yourself from your boyfriendâs death grip. Jisooâs brows scrunched together in confusion but he still smiled and waved you both goodbye.
âYou having fun?â You asked him, slurring on your words a bit as you felt his hand go back to you waist not letting you get far from him without holding onto you. He shook his head no, âYou ditched me.â
You laughed softly, still not processing how he was feeling in your drunken state, âI was just talking to Jisoo. I havenât seen him in yearââ
âYeah and heâs your ex boyfriend that you ditched your current boyfriend to see,â Jungkook said following you down the hall toward the bathroom, stepping on the back of your shoe on accident.
You shook your head, âYeah sorry, we ended up talking about his work soâŚâ
You cut yourself off when you felt him step on your shoe once again but this time your foot actually lifted and it kind of hurt. âOw!â
âSorry,â Jungkook mumbled, âCan I go with you?â
âWhere?â You asked before it dawned on you, âTo the bathroom?â He nodded his head eagerly and you released a sigh, âSure.â
You let him in and as you tried using the bathroom Jungkook distracted himself by rummaging through Hobiâs things. You hurried up to finish and you practically had to push him to the side to get to the sink. When you left, he was right there trying to hug you like you werenât trying to walk and it was beginning to be a bit much. You were a little drunk and when you drink you tend to get hot and with him trying to hold you and step on you, you were starting to get a little annoyed. What was his deal?
He followed you into Hobiâs kitchen where you left in search of something to drink other than alcohol. Jungkook wrapped his arms around your waist pulling you into him before you could even grab a drink, âCan we leave yet?â
âWe just got here not that long ago,â you told him, feeling him begin to kiss along your neck again.
âYeah but youâve been ignoring me all night and I just want to lay in bed with my girlfriend anââ
âJungkook!â You groaned when he accidentally pushed you too close to the counter in an attempt to follow you even if you didnât move and made you hit your hip against the corner, âOw!â
âSorry,â he rushed out to say, hand down on your hip to try and soothe the pain but you were annoyed and drunk and hot.
You released a huff in annoyance, âJeez, youâve stepped on me and now you made me hit the counter, can you give me some space?â
âY/nââ
âNo, Iâm starting to get annoyed,â you said pushing past him, âAnd I havenât been ignoring you. Iâve been with you all night, I only left for like five minutes so stop being so clingy.â
Jungkookâs jaw couldnât help but tense up at that as he looked down at you. You really did look annoyed and typically Jungkook would apologize and do what you asked but he felt annoyed too. How was he supposed to feel when you left him to talk to your ex boyfriend, âFine, go do whatever you want then, Iâll be waiting in the car.â
Before you could say anything you watched him storm off angrily and just before you could get to him, Sungha and Jimin were calling you over. You walked over to them reluctantly, âHey.â
âHey, whereâs Kook?â Jimin asked offering you another drink but you refused it. âI donât know⌠he went to the car?â
âWhy?â
âI think heâs ready to go, Iâll probably just say goodbye to Hobi and Jisoo and leave too,â you told them apologetically, âHeâs acting weird, and I got a little mad at him.â
âY/n⌠what happened?â Sungha asked making you shrug.
âI donât know, he was fine earlier and then when I was talking to Jisoo he just came over and got super clingy andâŚâ you paused in thought, âOhâŚâ
Sunghaâs smile dropped, âOops, that mightâve been my fault. I told him about Jisoo being your ex and he got up a little upset.â
âSungha!â Jimin yelled, âThey dated for a month when they were seventeen! Why would you tell him that?â
âI donât know!â Sungha panicked, âI didnât think it was a big deal. Jungkook never gets jealous!â
You released a huff, feeling exhausted and a little more sober now, âAlright, Iâm gonna go talk to him, bye.â
You practically ran out to Jungkookâs car and when you found him inside he was slumped over his phone, pout evident on his face.
âReady?â You asked him shyly, wondering how you could talk about it and if he really was upset. He didnât give you a verbal response, only nodded his head as he started the car.
You cleared your throat awkwardly, âI think I drank too much.â
Jungkook didnât respond once again as he drove quietly, not even music playing and you felt the need to keep going, âThank you for getting me to come out tonight. Next time Iâll drive and you can get drunk, alright?â
Jungkook just nodded as he drove. His feelings were very obviously hurt. He didnât mean to step on you or making you hit the counter but he was anxious. The second he learned Jisoo was your ex he felt his anxiety shoot up and he just needed a little reassurance from you.
Itâs just⌠it took him so long to get you to even think about him romantically. He put in so much work for the two of you to be where you are and he genuinely thinks heâs in love with you. He canât help but feel hurt knowing your ex can come out of nowhere and have all your attention right away and if youâre still on good terms then who's to say thereâs not still lingering feelings there? He doesnât want to lose you when he just got you.
Tonight Jungkook was staying over at your place even if he was a little mad at how you yelled at him when he just wanted to be with you. Even mad he wanted to spend the night with you so obviously he was going to follow you.
âKoo,â you said softly as you followed him up to your own apartment. Jungkook waited quietly for you to unlock the door and you had to repeat yourself, âAre you hungry? Should I put a pizza in the oven?â
âIf you want,â Jungkook shrugged as he threw himself on your couch sullenly. You released a small sigh, âDo you want water?â
âSure.â
He didnât mean to brush you off but he really was upset. Maybe heâs overthinking it but it really was hard to get you to like him back and heâs just worried⌠he doesnât want you to realize that you could probably do better than him.
âJungkook,â you used his full name now as you set the glass down on the coffee table and made him sit up. Without thinking you planted yourself on his neck but he couldnât even look at you, âHey.â
âHm?â
âAre you mad at me?â
âA little,â he admitted, not wanting to bottle this feeling up, âI didnât mean to be too clingy but you yelled at me in front of everyone and⌠and you didnât even introduce me to your ex as your boyfriend. Itâs like you didnât want him to know.â
You shook your head sadly, âNo, itâs not like thaââ
âThen what is it, Y/n? You ditch me to talk to your ex boyfriend then get mad at me for wanting to be with you?â Jungkook felt a bit annoyed now, âSometimes I still feel like Iâm just a bother to you and you just canât wait to get rid of me.â
âWhat?â You looked genuinely taken back as you turned to straddle his lap, his hands absentmindedly finding your waist even if he was mad, âNo, baby, itâs not like that. I love being with you, I⌠Iâm sorry, I didnât mean to snap on you. I know you didnât mean it, and Iâm sorry for ditching you but Jisoo and IâŚâ
Jisoo and I? Great⌠Jungkook thought, he felt his anxiety spike up and couldnât help but move you off his lap, too distracted with you so close. You released a small sigh, âI mean, we only dated for a month. It was nothing serious, we tried to see where it would go but we were 17 and better off as friends. Him and I never meant anything.â
Jungkook was up, trying to find a way to distance himself so you wouldnât see how hurt he was. Maybe he was being dramatic but what if now that youâre adults you want to try it again with Jisoo? What will happen to him if you do?
âJungkookâŚâ you whined as you hopped off the couch, surprising him by wrapping your arms around his waist and hugging him from behind, âPlease donât be mad at me. Iâm sorry. I shouldnât have left you there, Iâm sorry.â
Jungkook took a deep breath, feeling his anger slowly dissipate but he needed to stay strong. You yelled at him and you were mean, it wasnât fair.
He tried to talk but you only clung to him harder, âKooky, look at me please.â
He took a deep breath, hand going over yours as you hugged him, âIâm upset.â
âI know,â you told him honestly as you moved to hug his front, feeling his arms slowly come up to your waist, âIâm sorry, I donât want you thinking I want to be with anyone but you. Iâm serious, I feel really bad.â
Jungkook huffed in defeat as his hand came up to the back of your head, âAre you going to yell at me like that again?â
âNo!â You said feeling hopeful, looking up at him like he was the moon and stars, âI mean it. Iâm sorry, I wonât do it again.â
âMm,â he released a sigh as he thought about it, âWas I really being too much?â
âNo! No,â you should your head, âNo, I get it now. I was ignoring you and you just wanted to be with me but I got mad. No, I love when you get like that, it makes me feel wanted.â
âOf course I want you!â He said suddenly, âBaby, Iâve never felt that way before⌠I just felt scared that you would realize that you only began dating me because I basically pressured you to and seeing someone you used to have feelings for made you realiââ
âJungkook, I love you.â
He froze, words getting caught in his throat, âYou do?â
You nodded cutely, still hugging him tightly, âOf course I do, youâre the sweetest guy Iâve ever met! And youâre so cute and funny and I want to be with you all the time even if I suck at showing it. Iâm sorry for making you feel like I would leave you, thatâs not right. I want to be with you and only you, nobody else, please donât be mad at me. I donât like it.â
Jungkook brushed your hair out of your face as he thought about it for a second, âIâm so in love with you, Y/n. So fucking in love that Iâm feeling things Iâve never felt before and I donât know how to respond to this new jealousy feeling.â
âIâm in love with you,â you repeated and this time around he felt his heart burst into millions of butterflies, âAnd Iâm so sorry.â
âUgh,â he huffed out, âI canât be mad at you even if I tried.â
âBut itâs okay if you are,â you told him honestly â and cutely that he had to smile â âI donât blame you for getting mad if Iâve done something to upset you. Donât feel like you always have to be happy with me and let me have my way.â
âOkay,â he kissed the tip of your nose, âBut I love you too much to stay mad.â
âKoo!â You whined, stomping your foot a little as you tried to pull away, âYou canât always be happy with meââ
âI canât help it,â he whined too, cheeks flushing red at how cute he thought you were, âI was just being dramatic.â
âNo, you werenât, I was in the wronââ you ended with a small squeal as Jungkook picked you up.
âWeâll talk tomorrow,â Jungkook finally said, âFor now letâs get to bed and let me cuddle you.â
âIâm sorry for earlier,â you said, legs wrapping around his waist on instinct, practically clinging to him, âSeriously.â
âI know,â Jungkook smiled, âAnd if you really want to make it up to me then you can get your cute butt in bed and go to sleep.â
âSo youâre not mad at me anymore?â You asked with a small yawn as he made it into your room and set you down gently on your bed. He went ahead and closed the door, shutting you into darkness as he joined you, âNo, baby, I love you too much to stay mad.â
âI love you more,â you said and you felt disgusted by your own cheesiness.
He smiled though, loving every second of it, âNo, I love you more.â
âNot true.â
âYes true.â
âNo.â
âYes.â
âNoââ
âYes! Now go to sleep.â
::.
ugh I just genuinely feel like they canât stay mad at each other for long
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Omg more skater BF scara I'm in love pleaaaaase I'm a desperate Lil lad
have this drabble since im feeling nice đ¤đ¤
summary ; skater!scaramouche decides to try to teach you a little trick however it ends in you falling over and getting a wound, then a soft scara you rarely see appears
warnings ; mentions of wounds, nothing too descriptive, scara gets a lil touchy đŤŁ
pairings ; skater bf!scaramouche x gn!reader
notes ; this is inspired by this drabble! i wrote this at like 1 am so uh not proofread, I DON'T SKATE PLEASE KEEP THAT IN MIND I'M USING STUFF I HEARD FROM MY BF SO PLS SPARE ME đ
Scaramouche sighs for the nth time as you fail the trick again, though he's not actually annoyed and is in fact enjoying your annoyed pout and the way you fall closer to him when you fail, his hands are on your waist to keep you steady as you attempt an ollie once more.
"Scara this is not working, i'm just not meant for skateboarding!"
"Let's take a break then, you must be tired from failing."
You know he's just playfully insulting you like always, however it doesn't fail to irk you, as he goes to his car to fetch his hoodie since you failed to remember to bring you own one (again), you attempt the trick on your own, maybe it was the way scaramouche's hands were gentle yet firm on your waist, or the way his face is absurdly close to yours while he assists you with the trick.
Whatever it is, you're convinced you can't do the trick because he's distracting you, i mean it's not your fault, you just can't help but let your eyes wander to his lips!
As you attempt to do an ollie, your ankle twists and you fall, you make a pretty loud sound considering it was late at night and no one else was at the skatepark, the parking area was pretty close so it wasn't a surprise when you see scaramouche jogging over to you.
"What happened? Are you okay?"
"Yeah, i'm fine, just you know! Fell again.."
"Idiot, I told you to be careful."
You only pout knowing he did tell you to not try the trick by yourself, he sighs as he pulls out a familiar white tin container out of his pocket, it was one you gifted him a few months ago, the container itself being made of metal and the front littered with stickers, inside were the pink hello kitty bandaids you got him.
You didn't actually think he'd use them, it was more or less a joke since your boyfriend mostly wore darker clothes.
He takes out a bandaid and puts it over the small wound on your knee, he blows over your palm, rubbing it lightly to try and soothe the redness, his eyebrows are slightly furrowed and you can't help but stare, the way his eyes are planted onto your palms as he massages them, he seems adorable in this focused state.
"Thank you, Scaramouche."
"..No problem, just don't be stupid again and wait for me next time."
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p â SHEN QUANRUI x female! reader. g â college! au, exchange student! ricky, fluff, very very lightly angsty. w â swearing, alcohol consumption. kdrama references and misquoted quotes. 3.2k words.
note â dreamt of ricky. vomited out.....ricky as ur cute bf who behaves like a cat and whose favorite forms of cross-cultural exchange is receiving headpats and watching kdramas. only 2 scenes are actually inspired by my dream đ if someone guesses which line/s were extracted directly from my dream, i'll reward u with a gyuvin drabble how about that đ
you picked up a cat from the universityâs foreign exchange program.
however, he did not come in a box. he came in a louis vuitton tracksuit and balenciaga sunglasses, which very much caught you off guard when you came to meet him at the admin building, and you greet him after mustering the courage to finally walk up to the catâs imposing presence. âhâhello! are you perhaps shen quanrui?â
he takes off his sunglasses, meets you with a pair of pretty swoopy, pretty eyes, and says, âoh. yes. are you my owner?âÂ
you pause. youâre taken aback because that...that doesnât sound like the right word. âah, um. iâm the person assigned to help you around the campus and the city for the semester, yes! itâs nice to meet you!â but you brush it off because of language barriers and all. his mouth falls into an âoâ shape when you tell him the correct term.
âoh, sorry.â
âitâs alright!â you say. âhope we get along!â
quanrui tells you that you can just call him ricky, and gives you a small smile. one of many that youâll be graced with for the duration of the semester.
âiâll be in your care.â
your new cat is a little intimidating at first, clad in all black at all times. the night you helped him first settle into his dorm, even his pajamas were reminiscent of an abyssâ like a white ragdoll trying to disguise itself as a panther because you later find out that heâs actually a really sweet, really polite, and really clingy cat.
âum. knock, knock.â
you look up from your laptop, ricky in a long leather coat hesitantly peeking out from your half-open bedroom door (you gave him a copy of your apartment key. your cat needs a way to get in by himself somehow). he texted you earlier, asking if you can help him out with an essay, and you assume heâs right here right now for that very reason.
âdo you have your paper?â you ask, closing your laptop. he nods and lifts up his ipad, showing it off. you have a very cute cat. you scoot aside and pat the empty space on your bed, and ricky comes padding in, mattress sinking when he settles beside you, making sure to maintain a respectable enough distance and hands you his device with the google doc open.
âoh. i marked the parts where iâm not sure about my vocabulary,â he mentions the moment a yellow highlighted part came up on the screen.Â
you give it a once over. âi think this is right. yeah, you did good.â when you turn your head, youâre met with a pair of proudly sparkling eyes. you stifle out a laugh. âwhat? do you want a head pat for that?â
âmaybe i deserve one?â
you let your fingers sink into the fluff on the top of his head. again, heâs really sweet, really polite, and really clingy. but maybe a little too clingy sometimes, especially when he finally got a lot more comfortable around you.
comfortable enough to hiss at your friends.
âoh, you signed up as a student-helper for the exchange program too?â hanbin asks after seeing you walk in the classroom with ricky in row, trailing behind you like a shadow.Â
âyeah, i canât miss the extra points prof choi baited us with.â you nudge ricky with your elbow, noticing how tense he is all of a sudden and how heâs looking at your senior with a bit of a glare. perhaps heâs threatened by another feline presence.
ânice to meet you!â hanbin greets with a bright, an arm outstretched before you, meant for ricky, but he keeps tucking himself behind you with his hands fixed on your shoulders.
hanbin has his hand left unshaked for five seconds too long now. you nudge him again. he wonât budge.
âah, ricky is still a little shy!â you exclaim, trying to salvage the situation by grabbing hanbinâs hand instead with both of yours, swinging it around, left and right. youâre lucky your senior is so easygoing. he laughs along with you and says of course, of course, he totally gets it, merrily swinging your arms together back and forth. âheâs still not that confident with his korean. right, ricky?â
âkeep holding her and iâll claw your eyes out.â
you freeze. you leer back at ricky shen, giving him your what the fuck are you saying look? he maintains his stance, tugging you back by the shoulders. you twitch out a smile and try your best to defend your clingy and jealous cat. âahaha. heâs picked up some weird things from all the dramas heâs been watching,â you say. âsorry about that seonbae! weâll get to our seats now!â
âhaha, itâs alright! nice to meet you ricky!â
âwhat was that?âyou snap back at him the moment hanbin leaves the premises. all ricky does is shrugs and steadies his hold on your shoulders, aiming your body somewhere and he starts making you walk to the back of the classroomâ far, far away from where hanbin is sitting.
your cat is a little weird sometimes, sure. gyuvin finds him entertaining enough though. they play tennis every weekend, and ricky started picking up even more weird things from him and all the rest of your friends that youâre starting to think theyâre not very good influences.
case in pointâ
âif you drink this, weâre dating.â
the grape juice he poured into your paper cup nearly spills over from shock. you look at him, eyes wide and brows furrowed, cheeks burning and heart racing because what the hell? âseriously, where have you been learning these things?âÂ
ricky looks satisfied for eliciting that kind of reaction. he pours himself a paper cup of grape juice as well because itâs a weeknight, and you have a quiz tomorrow, and getting wasted is off of the table, so you two settled for juice and chips on your living room floor to relish in your academic misery.
âjiwoong hyung and gunwookie recommended me some movies for me to watch.â he sets down the juice bottle after screwing the cap shut, and you fear the other movies those two gremlins recommended him come from a list of top 50 movie pick-up up lines to woo an unsuspecting victim. next thing you know, heâs gonna invite you to have ramen at his place or go see freaking butterflies with him. âi just watched a moment to remember earlier. my pronunciation is getting better, right?âÂ
ricky is looking at you with his eyes all big and his lips all pressed together expectantly. heâs waiting for your praise. you feel your chest swell. the grape juice feels heavy in your hand. gosh, heâs such a needy cat. a needy cat that deserves all the praise in the world.
âyeah. iâm proud of you. câmere.â
you leave your cup on the table to focus on more important thingsâ that is, giving ricky his well deserved pats on the head. you donât recall how your relationship with him managed to get this far, still remembering how intimidated you felt when you first met him. now heâs on your living room floor, head laying back on your couch with a drama playing on the tiny laptop screen settled on the coffee table, both of you barely paying attention because heâs looking at something on his phone, and youâre gently rubbing his head as you reply to some messages on yours.
âah, gyuvin is seriously annoying,â you complain. âheâs trying to get me to join his club. coding club he says, when iâm pretty sure heâs just starting it as an excuse to play games on campus.â
âare you going to join?â he asks, bumping his head against your palm when you stop giving him scratches.
âmm, i donât think so.â you set down your phone to pour all your focus into satisfying your needy catâs attention requirements. ricky lets out a satisfied rumble when set his head down onto your lap, raking your fingers through the tufts of his hair as he lets his eyes flutter to a close. âiâm already too busy this semester to bother with those things. maybe next time if heâs that desperate to fill in the member numbers..â
âyeah,â he mutters. âyouâll be too busy spending most of your time with me.â
your fingers stop moving.
ricky looks up at you, confused as to why you stopped petting him, and youâd eat him right up if you could. but you canât keep your cat for too long. itâs only a matter of time before you get your last opportunity to coddle him like this, to shower him in unabashed affection disguised as friendship because the exchange program is temporary, and heâs returning back to china at the end of the semester.
so why is he raising your hopes up if heâs just going to leave anyway?
âi meant my acads, silly,â you say, picking up your untouched juice cup from the table, feeling the weight of the drink slosh around the paper cup as you let it hover in front of your lips.Â
heâs raising your hopes up and youâre letting him. you know this is gonna end in a disaster.
still.
âbut if you put it that wayââ
the sharp taste of sweet grapes hits the back of your throat, swallowing down the lukewarm juice thatâs been sitting since ricky poured a cup for you. if youâre gonna crash down at the end of this, might as well crash down from two thousand feet above the ground.Â
âare we dating now?â
you set the cup back down on the table, gaze flickered down at ricky, whose face is flushed in surprise one momentâ easing into understanding the next, and he props himself up from your lap, reaching out for the back of your neck to pull you into a sugary tart kiss.
yeah, you think, feeling the softness of his lips brush against yours, his eyelashes tickling your cheeks when he pulls you in even closer. if your time with him has a deadline, might as well make the most out of it.
âi was disappointed when you didnât drink it the first time,â he says, drunk on sweet juice and the feeling of your mouth against his. âjiwoong hyung said that line was effective.â
âcan you not think about another man when iâm kissing you?â
he lets out a laugh, ââm sorry,â then presses a fluttering kiss on your temple, tip of your nose, until his lips meet yours once more at last. âlet me try again. ahem. i like you. i donât need a rainbow.â
âyou got the line wrong, baek yijin. try again next time.â
if heâs going to leave anyway, might as well make his departure as heart wrenching as all the dramas heâs so fond of watching.
âlooks like our friend here got more than just extra credit for volunteering to help out the exchange students.â
you look up from the stack of papers on your table, only to have more dropped off by taerae with a thunk. hanbin, gyuvin, matthew and ricky are also loitering around the classroomâ not that theyâre helping you and taerae check the test papers your profs asked you to grade as a favor. at least the constant yelling and arguing and meowing noises(?) are making things a lot more lively.
âcongrats, you lucky bitch,â he says.
âyou sound like you want to covet my cat,â you raise a brow at him, adding the new set to your pile as taerae grabs a new stack as well.
âyour cat for this mutt,â he points his thumb at matthew, whoâs currently tucked in the to answer an evaluation sheet on taerae. rickyâs doing the same evaluation about you, somewhere. youâre not sure where your cat went, but heâs probably just around. âare you perhaps open for negotiation?â
âmatthew isnât a mutt. heâs a cute golden retriever.â
âwell, your cat doesnât seem to appreciate you calling someone else cute.â
taerae swerves off to reveal a pouting ricky. heâs got his arms crossed, the evaluation sheet folded in between the fingers of his right hand, and you have to hold back a laugh. âdid you finish my evaluation?â you ask.
âi did, but i wanna redo it now. negative points for you,â he protests, but lets you snatch the paper from him anyway. you scoot your chair to the left to give him some space next to you. he grabs an empty armchair and nudges his nose close to your face when you start reading his note at the bottom.
âmid-semester evaluation. my student-helper is very acommodatimg. she has been helping me adjust to korea very well. you spelled accommodating wrong, angel.âÂ
âi did it on purpose to test you. good job. you pass.â
you roll your eyes, free hand absentmindedly reaching out for the top of his head, and you hear ricky let out a noise of satisfaction. âshe always answers my questions and isâŚvery pretty and smells nice,â you set the paper down. your cat is looking at you expectantly. âricky, i donât think you can submit this.â
âwhy not?â he asks. âprofessor choi said to be as honest as possible.â
your cheeks grow warm.
gosh. this makes things even harder knowing your cat has to leave eventually.
âwhat did i tell you?â
the convenience store lights need to be replaced soon, you note. it keeps flickering intermittently against the dim nightâ reminiscent of how youâre feeling right now when you called jiwoong out for a few drinks two weeks before finals, but youâre not depressed because finals are near. youâre wallowing in tear stained sniffles because the exchange program will be over soon, meaning you only have two weeks until ricky has to pack his bags and leaves.
ânot to get too attached because he has to say goodbye eventually,â you lament, a puddle of soju burning your lips. jiwoong looks at your pathetic state with remorseful sigh.
âand what did you do?â he says.
âgot too attached and now i have to say goodbye to him eventually.â you groan and swallow down a shot. youâre about to pour yourself another, but jiwoong pulls back the bottleâ maybe your third one of the night, youâre not sureâ away from your reach, and pushes you a plastic bottle of water instead.Â
âyou just had to go ahead and start dating him like an idiot,â he cracks open the water for you when you donât do anything with it. he pours it in a shot glass, and you take the bait, drinking down the water, eyebrows furrowing when it doesnât burn your throat like you expected. âmaybe if you tell him to say, he might listen to you.â
you let out a gasp. âi canât do that! thatâd be so selfish of me!â
jiwoong canât do anything to help you but share your miseries tonight. he simply sits in silence, waiting for the owner of the number he texted a while ago to make an appearance, and listen to your drunk ramblings at eleven in the evening.
âi miss my cat. i havenât seen him the entire day because he says he had things to do with hanbin and hao.â youâve melted into the table. high pitched whines aside, heâs surprised youâre still coherent at this point. âbring me back my cat. i miss him so much. i miss my cat. i miss my ricky. i wish heâd never leave me.â
jiwoongs eyes flit up. âlooks like your cat misses you too.â he pulls himself up from his chair and picks up his jacket from the backrest. âtook you long enough.â
when you tip your head back in confusion, wondering who the hell jiwoong is talking to, youâre pleasantly surprised to see the upside-down face of the cat youâve been missing.
âah,â you sound out. âyouâre here.â
âthanks, hyung,â ricky settles a hand on the top of your head. you blink. now you understand why he liked headpats so much. âiâll take care of her from here.â
this is eye opening. you feel your eyelids growing heavier as ricky continues to massage your head, his and jiwoongâs faraway voices talking about something, something you canât really hear, until jiwoong waves off, and itâs just you and ricky in front of the quiet flickering lights of the convenience store entrance.
you hear yourself whine when rickyâs hand disappears from the top of your head. âyou shouldâve called me if you missed me,â he says, circling from behind the chair to being in front of you now. he crouches down, settling his crossed arms on your lap, and he looks up at you with his pretty swoopy eyes. âwhy didnât you call me?â
âi need to get used to you not being around even if i miss you,â you say, letting your fingers sink into the soft strands of his hair.
ricky lets out a questioning hum. âwhy wouldnât i be around?â
âbecause your deadline is near,â you grumble. âi have to return you to where i first picked you up, but i donât want to. but you have to. this sucks so much.â
youâre still saddled with insobriety, and the fact that your sweet cat isnât purring like usual when youâre patting his head is making your bottom lip quiver and your eyes sting because you fear you mightâve said something wrong. âarenât you gonna ask me what i did today?â he simply asks. you suck in a wavering breath and swallow a lump in your throat.
âwhat...did you do today?â
âhanbin hyung helped me settle the requirements for my transferâ ricky lands a gentle hold on your wrist and brings your hand down to the side of his face, cupping his cheek. itâs warm. âiâm going to continue attending here. hao hyung is too.â
you blink at him. âwâwhat?â
âi donât have to leave. you donât have to keep missing me.â he brings your hand down palm to the front of his lips, pressing a kiss into your palm. âiâm not going anywhere. iâm yours to keep.â
it takes you a moment to register rickyâs words, so you stay there for a whileâ sitting frozen in cold silence until the warmth of his messages finally settles in to thaw you out. oh, you think. âoh,â you repeat out loud, voice wavering. ricky hums out a smile at your reaction. he rises, pulling you up to your feet, and you stumble into him.
âi think i know the perfect line for this moment,â he says, steadying a hold on the small of your back. âwhat was it? if I don't see you, i get upset. If you're depressed, i get curious. something like that?â
âitâs the other way around, dummy.â you sniffle. âwhy do you keep quoting nam joohyuk?âÂ
âbecause heâs cool,â he says. âletâs go watch start-up at your place once youâve sobered up.â
the cat you picked from the universityâs foreign exchange program is clingy, sweet, and is for some reason obsessed with quoting the dramas heâs been watching. he keeps an arm around you when he walks you back to your apartment after grieving over his departure, only to kiss you with the news that you donât have to return him any time soon.
YOURS TO KEEP.
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Being Miguelâs daughter and hosting Venom [2]
[Platonic One-Shot]
c/w: fighting, depictions of violence and gore, angst, female pronouns (she/her), feminine gendered terms used to describe reader, Venom is a big softie, only for you though đ¤
a/n: this is marked as part two because the first one shot was the first part, the drabble was more of an introduction to the idea đ I understand there might be some confusion about how these parts are set up but yeah the drabble was intended to introduce the idea more than it was meant to be an actual part of the seriesâ like an extended epigraph⌠sort of
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It was raining the day your father had decided to return to your dimensionâ the dark and gloomy rain clouds above thick and heavy as they devoured the sky.
With them they brought raindrops thick and heavy in density that were spat out in a torrential downpour. Falling in copious and rapid quantities.
You had been sitting perched on the corner of a buildingâs roof, observant and watchful as you patrolled the streets from your perch.
The darkness that had followed the overcast night sky left the street lamps and starkly bright city lights bright and prominent in their glow. And your sensitive and finely tuned auditory perception picked up on the sounds of tires driving through rainwater on the pavement. The sound of particularly nocturnal people walking, bustling and moving aboutâ the way their shoe soles stepped on the soaked through concrete of the sidewalk, some splashing as they came across puddles in the divets of the ground.
Everything that involved your senses and being aware of the world around you sharpened dramatically, now keen on focusing on the world around you. Listening starkly for any kind of traumatic event occurring.
âI like the rain.â
âMe too.â
âThe atmosphere is relaxing. We feel at peace.â
You couldnât help but agree, the weather more than accommodating in the sense your mood had improved drastically.
It had been two weeks since your father had made his appearance, and since then you had been tightly wound and more than a little hurt at his abrupt intrusion. Even more hurt at the way he had just left without so much as an ounce of effort in trying to get you to talk to him.
He had called your name, and he did speak to youâ that was something you could acknowledge, but the fact he hadnât bothered trying beyond that spoke a lot about what your relationship had come to. What it still was.
He didnât care about you, he never had and the encounter from a little less than half a month ago gave you the impression that he never would.
A small part of you could admit that you had hoped maybe he would come after you, chase you down, take you into his arms and hold you tenderly. Lovingly.
An even larger part overwhelmed that feeling with a cold and bitter indifference that made you more angry than sad. Sparked to life when he left you behind in a home you didnât know, with people you didnât trustâ and festered to much more significant levels as the years continued to pass with not a single word from him.
You shouldnât have expected him to make an effort to fix your relationship, and you hated that you were so bothered that he hadnât tried at all. You shouldâve known that he hadnât ever intended to be involved with you at all. And you shouldâve just accepted that your relationship was beyond fixingâ and there was no point in trying to repair something that had died a long time ago. Irreparableâ damaged and broken.
And whilst anger and hate had spread and taken over most of your heart and soul, there was still a small part inside that was more hurt than anything.
That small child inside that had depended on her father more than ever in the wake of her motherâs death. A little girl that had quickly learned he wasnât dependable, she couldnât count on him at all. And she was quick to learn that there wasnât anyone who had her back, was on her side. It developed into her trusting absolutely no oneâ âthe only one I can really trust.. is me.â
â[Y/Name]? Are you okay?â
âYes,â you murmured quiet and tame as you continued to watch over the city. The darkness and ache that had consumed your heart so very deeply at the remembrance of your father had dissipated when your friend had spoken to you. âIâm fine V.â
âWas it about him?â
You didnât respond and they had expected that you wouldnât, and didnât say much after that. And you appreciated their understanding that you didnât want to talk about them.
There was a moment of tranquility, peace in the loud bustle of your city as the rain continued to fall. But then your senses tingled as the familiar sound of a portal spinning open erupted behind you. There wasnât a moment of stillness that you allowed before you were spitting webs at the wall behind the portal.
Miguel walked through the portal a moment later, it closed a second after and then you were launching yourself at him.
He may have not had the tingle at the expense he wasnât even really changed like you had been. He hadnât been bitten but had his genetic code changed, and his abilities came from a vial of liquid he injected directly into his bloodstream to keep his powers sharp and potent.
So, whilst he didnât have the spider senses that tingled anytime danger was nearby, his natural instincts had been sharpened finely. Thus, he was able to bring up his arms as you drop kicked him into the wall you had slung your webs at.
Even though he was blocking his face protectively you had put enough strength behind the kick to hurt him, and he grunted as your kick connected sending him flying back.
[Y/Name] jumped to meet him against the brick wall and grabbed him by the throat, tightening her clawed fingers around his neck before she was pulling him from the wall and throwing him off the building to the street below.
The previous feeling of peace and content that had warmed her chest and blood had diminished, and was now replaced with thorough rage. Hot and ferocious.
[Y/Name] had sworn to Venom that she absolutely would resort to murder if her father ever returned to her universe, and here he was. So the alien didnât falter nor make an effort to halt the anger that was slowly but surely filling his hostâs body.
Another portal opened up behind her and she felt an itch of annoyance as she felt the familiar presence that made her senses tingle. Jessica Drew.
A snarl tugged at her features as she curled her lip and looked over her shoulder, a ferocious glare fierce and angry in her bright eyes.
âVenom.â
âOf course.â
Jessica stared as a thick, black matter pooled from her back and slid across her lean and muscular frame. The alien-like viscous oil gliding across every plane of her frame, concealing her entire white and blue suit in a tightened black version of it instead.
â[Y/Name],â Jessica began soft and quietâ an attempt to somehow quell the furious fire of rage she could feel hot and angry from where she stood several feet behind the young teenager. âI know what you must be feelingââ
âYou donât know shit.â
âYou want to kill him. And I canât let you do thaââ
Her sentence was cut short when she was suddenly thrown backwards, her senses had tingled but not nearly quick enough. And she had been sent backwards to the brick wall in consequence, she gaped at the Oâhara stood in front of her on the edge of the roof.
She had turned to face Jessica with her back, and the blackened webbing surrounding her body seemed to pulse and tightened around her body. Every time she squirmed attempting to loosen them, cut them or escape they would just tighten. She resorted to calling out to [Y/Name] insteadâ
âSpider-Woman doesnât kill people!â
[Y/Name] willed her mask to peel away, the small and thin tendrils crawling up her neck and hugging her forehead only made the harsh glare she threw at Jessica over her shoulder much darker. The snarl she gave baring abnormally sharp canines seemed to make her even more intimidatingâ it made Jessica uncomfortable how a simple look made a chill rake down her back.
âYouâre right. But we do.â
And she shivered again at the alien voice that rumbled from the young adultâs chest. The words she spoke only succeeding in making her all the more uncomfortable and frightened. The tone she spoke in was deep and ferociously monstrous. And Jessica stared as the Oâhara glared back for a single second before she jumped disappearing over the side of the roof.
[Y/Name] landed on the sidewalk paved along the side of the asphalt road, she jumped forward flipping out of the way as her father shot a web at the spot she occupied previously.
But he had jumped to meet her midair and they grappled as they fell back to the road, she managed to wrangle a hold on the back of his suit and brought forth Venomâs strength to throw him down the road before landing on it herself.
Miguelâs sharpened instincts flared aggressively as his young daughter launched a car at him. He spun around extending his arm forward simultaneouslyâ the long and sharp blade on his forearm cutting the car cleanly in half. But she had been there to surprise him, lunging forward after she had thrown the car knowing heâd cut it in half opening up an ambush as she erupted in between each piece of the vehicle.
He gasped silently in shock at her appearance through the split and grunted when her punch connected to his face. Enough strength from her abilities coupled with Venom to send him flying back. And he flipped midair to land on his feet several feet down the street, he dug the blades on his forearms into the pavement to halt his movement as he looked up.
âI suffered! Alone! For twenty years, because of your cowardice!â [Y/Name] shouted as she stormed down the street, the mask Venom provided peeling back to reveal a ferocious snarl tugging her lips back and baring abnormally sharper canines.
âProtecting the security of the multiverse is not cowardly!â
âYou knew invading another universe at the expense of your variantâs death was wrong! You knew your presence could collapse the very fabrics of a dimension! You always knew!â She roared in exclamation to his rather weak defense, having stopped just a few feet in front of him to properly put her feelings forward. Give him everything she had bottled up inside that had erupted suddenly since his abrupt appearance in her dimension two weeks ago.
Miguel just stood there, he swallowed thickly at her statement as he held eye contact with her. There wasnât any indication he was intimidated by her on his face, his expression blank and guarded with slanted brows and narrowed eyes. But internally he was dreading the fight that would no doubt occur, she was anomoly after all.
âButâ when she told you she was pregnant, when she told you she was excited to start your family.. what did you do? What did you do? You. Ran!â
âShe was never meant to bear children! Never meant to give birth to youâ that was not my fault!â
The audacity he had to ruin her life and not even acknowledge it only made [Y/Name] all the more furious, her blood boiling beneath her skin as she tightened her vicious snarl. âNot your fault?!â
[Y/Name] advanced forward, she reached to her leftâ her muscular forearm flexing beneath the deep black Venom suit as she gripped the side of another car and effortlessly lifted it throwing it at him.
He jumped to the side to dodge but she was there to meet him once again, having leapt from her spot on the street to put her knee in his face. He couldnât bring his arms up quick enough to block it this time, and she forced him backwards when she utilized Venomâs alien strength to really hurt him.
Miguel grunted as her strike connected and he was thrown into the side of the building off to the side. She followed right behind him tearing her arm back and throwing it forward the second she was close enough. The hit had enough power and strength in it to send him right through the brick wall and into the empty warehouse within.
[Y/Name] landed several feet away from the form of her father on the ground, he was slow to get back to his feet but once he had he turned to face her. And she could tear his throat out at the scowl carved into his features, the conversation that followed only making her all the more infuriated.
âIâm not here for any other reason than to capture the anomaly in your dimension.â He says, a still blank and guarded look on his face. One that his young daughter matched only to a degree that looked more like she was enraged rather than unbothered.
âThereâs no anomaly here, Venom and I wouldâve picked up itâs unnatural scent immediately.â She reasoned.
âYou wouldnât know of itâs presence. Because itâs you.â
âWhat?â
âYou are an anomaly, you were never meant to be born.. never meant to be bitten⌠never meant to host Venom. You donât belong. You need to be contained.â
[Y/Name] froze, Venom inside stilling too as he and herself processed the words that had just fell from her fatherâs mouth. All was quiet for but a momentâ
âYouâŚâ
Miguel watched as a dark look overtook her features, from enraged previously to downright hostile as her eyes darkened to an unseen degree. He felt a shiver of fear and intimidation shuck down his back in a brief burst.
âYou bastard.â
The snarled words growled from her throat sent another ripple down his spine. And he swallowed thickly as the deep black viscous matter of Venom returned, and then she bore the same appearance as before.
The same lean and muscular frame but now entirely black with a white spider insignia, her maskâs eyes now more monstrous-like as opposed to the regular diamond shape as most spider people.
âFine.â
[Y/Name] Venom snarled ferociously, Miguel watched as the alien bulked up his daughter. Not so much so that it wasnât proportionate but enough to have him breathe out a brief exhale of uncertainty and anxiety.
His daughter had become powerful in his absence, and he had caused the black hatred to plague her heart. The fact she only looked at him with hate and a fiery light of murder and bloodthirsty rage was his fault and his fault alone. He had no one to blame but himself.
So, he really had no one to blame for this fight that would occur one way or another. He wasnât sure he could beat her, and for the first time in a long while he felt a surge of anxiousness brew to life in his stomach. His heartbeat slightly erratic at the new feeling of diminished confidence in his chest.
He knew this would be hard, he knew he was walking into this fight with a significant power difference, and he knew for damn sure he wasnât certain heâd keep his head. And Miguel had no one to blame for itâ
But himself.
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I WANNA BE YOURS â P.SH
synopsis: hiding your secret relationship with sunghoon from your brother, jay, proved to be quite a challenge. that was until youâve had enough of it, and sunghoon had to prove himself that he wants to be yours.
pairings: non-idol!sunghoon x afab!reader
genre: brother's best friend au, friends to lovers, angst, fluff, romance, humour
warning(s): profanities, slight suggestiveness
wc: 1340
a/n: sorry for the inactivity (currently going insane) !! as promised, here's the hoon drabble, apologies in advance if it's lacking đ not my best work imo. will be back after tomorrow since it's my last paper (yay) so please wait for me hehe. as usual, feedbacks and reblogs are much appreciated ! love you all !
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This was wrong. Very, very wrong.
Who said it would be a good idea to get involved with your brother's best friend? Nobody. Exactly.Â
You found yourself somehow being tangled with Park Sunghoon ever since a party your brother and his friends held. He was only two years older than you and you've known him for practically your whole life. Your brother, Park Jong Seong, had known Sunghoon ever since they were kids, so he was definitely far from a stranger.Â
Coming around your house almost every day, dinners during festivities, holding parties when your parents were out of town, Sunghoon's always there no matter what the occasion was. It didn't help that he was nice to you too. Constantly giving you friendly smiles and acknowledging you when your brother chased you away during their 'bro time', he was a sweetheart.
Eventually, you knew you were in hell once you discovered your teeny tiny crush on Sunghoon was real and existing. To be fair, he was gorgeous, paired with an even prettier personality.Â
Yet, Jay was there to cockblock you and stop your chances. Look, he's a great brother to you, but he made it clear that you were 'off-limits', whatever that was. You couldn't believe it either.Â
Being the typical little sister, it was natural to defy your big brother and do exactly what he told you not to. Unbeknownst to him, you've gone behind his back and got with one of them. That explained why Sunghoon being in your room was wrong, especially when he's in your bed.
"Fuckâwhat about Jay?" You rasped out in between kisses, feeling the touch of his lips travelling down your throat.
Sunghoon groaned, his hands on your waist tightened momentarily. "He's not going to know I'm in here. I snuck in from your window anyway,"
"He can suddenly barge in,"
"You have your doors locked,"
Those words might seem nonchalant, but it was more than what it meant.Â
The times he's spent in your room, knowing each and every part of it, the crevices of your sheets to the feeling of your skin on his. It wasn't just something simple. Neither was the fact of your door always being locked.
"IâI don't know," you suddenly turned uncertain, pushing yourself up and having him stop.Â
"Hm? Are you okay? Something's up?" His face morphed into a look of concern, worried at your abrupt change in emotions.
"It's justâ" you sighed, not knowing how to approach it, "I wish we could be honest to Jong. I don't want to sneak around anymore, Hoon, it almost feels like you want to keep me a secret,"
"I don't, Y/N, I would never want that," he ran a hand through his hair, proceeding to take yours in his. "I want to be with you, hell, I want to tell everyone that. I wanna be yours,"
"But? What even are we?"
Right, you got to the question that everyone feared.
"Your brother. I don't know when I can do it,"
Frustration etched deeper into your face. "Hoon, if you don't know when you'll do it, then maybe, maybe, you just don't want me like that, or that you're scared to admit your actual feelings and continue to toy me around,"
"Noâ"
"Goodnight, Sunghoon."
You turned over onto your side, frowning deeply. It was time for him to set his shit right, and he was going to have to figure it out himself.Â
The next few times you saw Sunghoon after that night was when he came over to hang out with your brother. He has been texting you, to which you reciprocated dryly. He even got you flowers, your favourite snacks and even waited for you outside your bedroom door, but all of that wasn't enough for you to forgive him.
Why couldn't he just tell Jay the truth? If it was you, you would've already said it, but since Sunghoon was reluctant, you didn't. This was frustrating.
What's more frustrating was having Sunghoon seated next to you at the dinner table during dinner. You could feel him casting glances at you, nervousness emitting from his body quite obviously.Â
You were acting nonchalant, almost too nonchalant that it even had Jay casting glances between you and his jittery best friend. However, he said nothing.
"Hoon, pass the salad to Y/N," your brother said from Sunghoon's side, nudging him. You glanced up at the mention of your name, meeting Sunghoon's slightly widened eyes and confused stare.Â
"Iâuhâhere," he took the bowl and passed it to you, chewing the insides of his mouth.Â
How could you be mad at him when he looked like that? Sunghoon's starry eyes that never failed to soften your heart, the moles that decorated his face which you've traced in the night when he was asleep, he was your Sunghoon, or so you thought.Â
"Thanks," you said softly, offering a smile that he warmly reciprocated.Â
As you took the bowl from him, you felt the feather-like touch of his fingers grazing against yours, sending electricity up your senses. You locked eyes with him again, this time an equal want and pining evident in both your gazes.
He was the first to cough and retreat his hold on the bowl. You were snapped out of your momentary daze and also let out an awkward cough, scooping the salad into your bowl to shake off the feeling he gave you just now.
Once dinner was over, you took the very first chance to escape back upstairs, heart beating quicker the way up, and there was probably a reason for your anxiety. Sunghoon.
"Y/N," almost as fast as he had popped into your mind, he appeared behind you, probably followed you up. He got a hold of your wrist, stopping you in your tracks and you turned around, mouth slightly agape. "I figured we should ⌠talk,"
You took in his words, nodding slowly. "We should,"
"I'm sorry," he said without any hesitation, a hint of desperation laced in both his gaze and voice. "I was wrong for not putting a label on our relationship, I should've treated you better, you're everything to me. My heart wouldn't stop beating whenever I see you, you've completely bewitched me, you've drove me insane,"
Sunghoon heaved in a breath, stepping closer. "Secrets I've held in my heart are harder to hide than I thought. I told everything to Jay,"
"Youâwhat?"
"I did. I realised what you said was right and I told him. He's cool with it, Y/N," Sunghoon smiled, and it was the same smile he only had whenever he's around you.Â
"Really?"
"Really," he intertwined your fingers with his, pulling you close. "I wanna be yours, Y/N. You have my deep devotion, always,"
"Gosh, I want you to be mineâneed you. I like you, a lot, like crazy a lot. I wanna be yours too,"
"You genuinely drive me insane," he leaned in close, the tip of his nose brushing against yours, his lips edging closer. "Tell me if I can kiss you, pretty girl,"
He's kissed you many times, but this round, it hits differently. "You can,"
It didn't take Sunghoon another second before crashing his lips onto yours. He was pouring his pent up frustration, angst, desperation, and love into his kiss, almost kissing you as if there was no tomorrow.
As things escalated, you pushed him into your room, letting him spend the night where he smoothly asked you to be his girlfriend, which you agreed to, duh.Â
All was well between you and Sunghoon. You even got together and started planning out dates. It was meant to be.
On the other hand, Jay spent the night with music blasting in his ears. He had already suspected something between you and his best friend, but to find out it had been happening for months? It was shocking. But, he wasn't opposed to it.
He just has to make sure to close his eyes whenever you two are around together. Couples, ew.
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OFC I Don't Mind
Toji Fushiguro x Black Fem Reader Smut
MDNI, Roommate!AU, Friends2lovers, Drabble
CW: sending nudes to the wrong person (nightmare fuel), Toji has a job (đ), Toji intimidating you, some smashing at the end
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Toji was still at work, typing on his computer when he was slightly startled by someone blowing up his phone, the ringtone repeating over and over in the quiet room. He rolls his eyes and stops typing, initially giving his fingers a break as he picks up his phone to see his lock screen now covered with messages from you, his roommates. They were all photos.
"The fuckâŚ" Toji squints, typing in his password, "I swear to god if it's a bunch of memesâŚ"
He opened the messages and his heart nearly stopped when he saw multiple mirror selfies of you in lingerie, then braless. His eyes were wide, unable to take his eyes off the screen, the only part of him moving was his thumb when his phone dimmed from lack of activity.
You: SHIT!
You: FUSHIGURO DON'T LOOK AT THE LAST MESSGE
You: *MESSAGE
He snaps out of his trance for a second to read the new message only for his eyes to roam back to the cluster of pictures in his inbox. His eyes look over every intricate design in the blue lace in the first pictures then to the dark brown areolas and smooth-looking skin of your tits in the next ones. A smirk slowly creeps across his face.
You: Im sorry they were meant for my fwb
You: Ik ur mad his name is right next to yours on my phone and I clicked too fast. I'm so sorry
You: Istg I didn't mean it
Toji: Bullshit.
You: Im being deadass,im sorry
You: Just delete them
He takes a few seconds to read before a smirk creeps across his face.
Toji: I'll be there in 20.
You: What, wait donât hurt me!
You: I said I was sorry. I swear it was an accident
Toji: I said Iâll be back in 20 minutes.
You: Bro relax!
You: Just delete them and I swear itâll never happen again
Toji: Apologize in person. I will be there in twenty minutes.
Exactly 20 minutes later you hear the front door unlock and open from your bedroom upstairs, causing you to freeze in fear. His heavy footsteps climb the stairs. His footsteps sounded like thunder as they got louder and louder with him approaching your room. Finally, you heard him stop and knock on your bedroom door.
You hold your breath. He waits outside the room for a few seconds and then you hear him knock again. You can hear his evil chuckle echoing throughout the hall. You take a breath and step closer to the locked door.
â....Yeah?â
"Open the door."
âI feel like you gonna swing on me when I do so--â
"Just. Open. The door."
âNot if you gonna hurt me.â
There's an angry sigh and he knocks on the door again. "You have ten seconds before I kick this fucking door in."
âToji, I told you it was an accident! You're doing a lot right now!â
There was a short pause, as it became eerily quiet outside the door.
"Nine."
âWha- stop!â
"Eight."
âFushiguro, you don't think this is an overreaction!?â
"Seven."
âNigga!â
"Six."
âAlright, alright, fine!â You say unlocking the door before running back to the opposite side of your room. âIt's openâŚâ
You hear his footsteps on the other side of the door as he walks in. He rolled up his sleeves as he made his way across the room, tossing his jacket onto your bed before he finally reached you with an exhausted sigh.
He sighs and reaches to hold your chin but instead, his thumb traces down your jawline and he tilts your head up to look into his eyes. His expression was no longer angry as he looked you up and down. You let out a shaky breath, finally breathing at the feeling of his surprisingly light touch. A few seconds pass as he stares at you, his thumb continuing to trace around the edge of your lips before finally he speaks.
"I enjoyed âem a lot. Only thing pissin' me off is the fact they weren't for me."
âOh⌠ohâŚâ
"If you want to take away my anger, I have an idea of how you could do that."
âYou⌠you serious?â
He picks you up and tosses you onto your bed, the swiftness knocking the wind out of you before he even mounts you. You look up at him with wide eyes and lick your lips as he grips your wrists, pinning them about your head.
"You ask too many fuckin' questions. Now, lemme see those tits again."
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Half an hour later, you were both sweaty as ragged grunts filled your room. One hand had your fingers hooked into the messy bedsheets while the other held his shoulder as if he'd go somewhere. His hands were firmly planted into the mattress as he continued moving with jealously-driven fervor. Your phone suddenly rings, showing your fuck buddy's number on the screen.
Toji freezes at first, the movement stopping when hearing the phone.
He stares down at you for a few seconds as he tries to process all of this as you hear your phone ring again and again.
"Answer it."
âWhat?â
"Answer. It."
You slowly pick up the phone. âH-ello?â
Toji is still staring intently at you as he hears your friend on the phone. He lifts both of your legs to his shoulders and begins to move again, uncaring what your friend could hear. The friend laughs over the phone.
âYou with someone right now?â
âWh-what? N-no, I'm fine, just⌠in the shower.â
âOh yeah?â The friend chuckles, âThat shower must be packing then."
âF-uck you.â
Toji smirks when he hears your friend laughing in the background before you hang up the phone.
âSh-shut up, you're⌠acting like you didn't decide to go as deep as possible, you bastard.â
He laughs and lifts your body off the bed, holding you in his arms as he pushes you against the nearest wall.
"That a complaint?"
âNoâ
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hi, could u pls write Fernando x reader where she craves his touch a lot (not smutty but more like hugs & kisses) after a bad day? I constantly think about how his arms would feel wrapped around my waist đ
SAFE PLACE. ⨠fernando alonso x reader âŠ
short little drabble to get me back into the swing of writing here ly all
even before you entered into a long distance relationship, you had been a touchy person. your love language, some might say. there was something about knowing a person â your person, was right there under your fingers. it brought comfort deep within you, and a silent assurance of love from the other.
when fernando came along and swept you off of your feet, his touch meant more to you than anything ever before. that was amplified beyond belief when he was away for weeks at a time. late night calls were painful when he couldnât just reach through the screen and touch you.
surprising to most people, it wasnât at all sexual. sure, you missed the way fernandoâs hands wandered under the sheets at night â but you would give all of that up just for him to hold you close, if only for a little while. hence the excitement when your favourite weeks came around: weeks spent with fernando.
summer break meant the spanish heat being at its highest, and your work being its busiest. after a long day, the high temperatures meant nothing when you crawled into fernandoâs arms on the couch.
âhi, mi amor,â he murmured, welcoming you into his attentions alongside his video game. âyou okay?â
nodding into his chest, you nuzzle closer until he gets the hint. console discarded, his hands rub along your back and shoulders, scratching gently through your hair. before long, enough of his touch eases all of the tension from your shoulders.
âsorry, long day.â sitting back, you sigh and rest your hands on his chest. fernandoâs eyes fill with sympathy, squeezing your hands reassuringly.
âdo you want some dinner?â he asks, knowing your hunger probably isnât helping your mood. nodding, your tired feet follow him to the kitchen, despite his protests to let you rest. after a whole day apart, you donât want to be separated by even a wall.
as he gets to making the pasta he knows you love so much, you offer to help by pouring some wine. fernandoâs hands sneak around your waist, swaying you both softly as he hums a quiet tune in your ear.
âi love you,â fernando whispers, squeezing your hips, lips pressing soft kisses behind your ear. âso very much.â
your heart squeals, leaning into him and his hands. all of those problems that crept up during your days fizzled away as soon as you came home to fernando, safe in his arms â a place to hide away from the world.
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if toji asked me what my bra size was. i wouldnt know how to answer. not cause id be weirded out or anything but because i only wear sport bras đ
Boob Guy (Drabble)
18+ viewer discretion is advised
fem!reader/Toji Zenin
Warnings: this is crack, IM SORRY I HAD TO, foul language, tit job? , breast fetish, nipple play, Toji shall fuck your titties ur weeellllccommeeee
Word count: 530
DESC: You bet Toji he can't guess your bra size
I know u didn't request anything ANON but this inspired something super stupid LMAO
Think of this as a PT 2 to Cake! Cake! Cake!
âZenin,â you announced, smacking your boyfriend upside his head. He blinked a few times and grumbled something, looking over at you with a frown, âGuess my cup size.â You two had been together for a few months now and you came to realize how much Toji truly liked your breasts. Heâd always stare when you wore those tight low shirts, exposing your supple cleavage. And it wouldnât take him long to get that top off and sent flying across the room, giving him time to palm your skin.
Toji tilted his head to the side and sized up your tits, biting on his bottom lip as he thought. âWhatâs in it for me?â He asked after a moment, meeting your gaze with a sly smirk, âIf I guess right ⌠gimmie a tit job.âÂ
Your stare shifted into a glare, your mouth hanging open, âFirst the thigh job, now this? Is my pussy not enough to satisfy you, pervert?â You asked, before begrudgingly nodding. Toji liked every part of your body, thighs, tits, and ass. He had his own personal checklist of the kind of âjobsâ he wanted from you, boob job just happened to be one of them. He had already gotten his jollies off when you gave him the best thigh job of his life, now he needed to complete the rest on the list.
âNah, I just wanna cum on your pretty tits,â then he paused, looking over your mounds a few more times. Truth be told, he already knew your cup size from snooping around your bra drawer. Why was he doing that? He didnât remember, but now it came in handy! â34 B,â he said confidently, watching your face fall further. He let out a gruff laugh and raised his hand, motioning for you to take off your top.Â
You found yourself, breasts out, pushing them together around Tojiâs meaty length. He leaned his head back and watched with half-lidded eyes as you whined, thrusting your tits up and down to satiate his burning desire to cum. âYou better be happy, Zenin,â you mumbled, letting a bit of saliva dribble from your bottom lip onto his tip, before taking one of your soft hands and massaging it around his slit.Â
Toji groaned, âF-fuck princess, youâre gonna make me cumâŚâ He used one of his hands and brushed your messy hair out of your face, so he could watch your concentrated expression as you bobbed up and down, getting him closer to finishing on you. It was electric how he felt. Your skin was so soft and warm, giving him a new sensation he had never felt before. Not to mention, your fingers focussing on his swollen tip were sending shivers up his cock. It took a few more seconds and he tensed, thrusting his hips a few times as cum splattered out of his cock. It coated your breasts in his sticky, hot, fluid. You let out a small noise, a mixture of a moan and an annoyed groan, although a smile painted your lips. Youâd do anything to please him, even if it meant completing the other weird âjobsâ he had on his list.
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(I feel kinda shy but I rllly need smt smutty jsjs)
Imagine the reader purposely buying some sort of pheromone perfume (ik they dont rlly work in real life but for the sake of the request they dođŤĄđĽ) and cause matt has high senses he is quite turned on by that. She works at the law firm, and he tries to control himself, but after some weeks, he can not do that anymore. (The reader and Matt are already dating, and she does this as a way of teasing him).
UwU mercii
hii!! never be shy around here, ask for whatever it is you wanna read. also I feel kinda mean sorry in advance, this drabble is like im gonna edge you all (sorry if thatâs gross to sayđđ) not necessarily smut per-say, just teasing and kinda suggestive. but I have wrote office smut if thatâs more up your alley, I just donât remember what itâs calledđ thank you for requesting, hope you like itđ
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(un)lucky number seven
matt murdock x fem!reader
word count: 601
warnings: suggestive and teasing
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You love to tease Matt. It's simple, really. Nothing else to it. You loved to work him up and have him wrapped around your finger.Â
So, two weeks ago, when you browsed the perfume department, you stumbled upon a selection of pheromones. You knew that they were often iffy, but with Matt's heightened senses, you were sure to get some kind of a reaction. You picked it up with a mischievous grin and went to the checkout to pay.
Since then, you've been wearing small amounts of the perfume when you were around Matt- which was almost all the time, considering you worked together too. You increased the spritzes every few days to see how much you could get away with before getting a reaction.
Today, you were wearing seven sprays of the alluring perfume and were hoping to get a response, something, anything. You wanted Matt to crack, so you pulled out the big guns.
Foggy and Karen were out collecting lunch, so it left you and Matt together at the office, left to your own devices.
You knock on the inside of Matt's door. "Where do you want these papers, boss," you tease, purposely wafting the papers against you as you walk into his office. "Finished them, just like you asked."
"Thanks," he nods, avoiding you and your games. "Put them with the others."
"I think we should have a break," you suggest, dragging a chair to sit in front of his desk. "You seem a little tense today."
"No, I'm fine," he brushes you off, ignoring your advances. He loosens his tie and then rolls his sleeves. "Just warm."
"Yeah, it is pretty hot today," you say, a slight breathy tone to your voice. "Meant to be like it for a few days." You tempt, ignoring his counter attempts of turning you on.
He stands, walking around his desk to sit at the edge facing you. "Yeah?"
"Yeah," you say weakly, swallowing thickly when he pushes back his hair, subtly flexing his arms. "Supposed to be very hot," you say almost pathetically, steading your breathing.
"What's the matter, sweetheart?" he grins, head cocking to the side in amusement.Â
"Nothing, nothing," you reply, shaking your head as you gathered your things to leave. "I'll let you be."
"Stay," he whispers, halting your movements with an open palm. "You wanted a break, right?" he stands again and places his hands either side of your shoulders, gently pushing you back into your chair. "What's wrong? Don't like being on the receiving end?"
You slowly shake your head. Your breaths grow heavy and strained, looking up at Matt as he leans over you with his signature smile slapped on his face.
"Is that no?" he mocks, quietly speaking as he hovers against your lips. "Not so nice, now is it?"
"No," you admit, whispering.
He lingers to your lips, mimicking a light kiss as his hand faintly trails up your throat. "Exactly," he whispers back, grazing his spare hand over your thigh. "Better get back to work. They're back." Matt nods to the door, counting up on his fingers until the door swings open.
You mumble a curse under your breath and stand, collecting yourself and your papers. "So that's the part I need to correct?" you lie, speaking loud enough for Foggy and Karen to hear.Â
"Yeah, change those parts, then it's perfect," Matt nods. "Mine. After work." He whispers to you, hiding his mouth behind his fist.
"You got it," you reply, your tone perky and upbeat as you leave his office. "Oh, hey, guys, I didn't see you there."
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