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[sunnynii]

let me be your everlasting light (2/3) NSFW

18 plus! Minors DNI!!!

Pairing: Husk x Angel

Chapter 2: waitin' is such a misery, i need your touch

Summary: Angel and Husk's relationship has developed over the past few weeks, yet they both are finding it hard to hold off on sex.

Warnings: grinding, a whole lotta making out, sexual tension, sexual frustration, teasing

AO3 link: x Part 1: x

A week has passed since they shared their first kiss, and things between Husk and Angel have drastically changed, more so then after the night the two of them sat at the curb together. Angel finds himself surprised everyday whenever he gets a moment alone with Husk, of course he was still his grumpy old self, yet he still regarded Angel with a tenderness no one else has given him. It was hard to adjust to these… pesky feelings, to only want a certain pair of yellow eyes on him at all times. It was especially hard to adjust when it has been a week of nothing but heavy make out sessions and wandering hands. That part was more vexing than anything else. 

It was a quiet evening at the hotel, there was no crazy exercises Charlie put the crew through to rehabilitate them today, instead both the princess and her girlfriend went out for the day. Angel didn’t bother to ask where they were headed too, he was just pleased to know he could truly relax for a day. 

The spider demon sat on the couch with his pet demon pig, Fat Nugget, curled up on his lap. He mindlessly flipped through channels on the TV, enjoying the rare respite from the chaos that usually engulfed him while puffing on a cigarette.

“Well, well, what do we have here?” A deep voice came from behind him, causing Angel to immediately perk up.

He looks back to see none other than the demon who was always hot on his mind. There was a smirk on his face, looking Angel up and down. It was as if he was drinking in the sight before him, seemingly taking interest in the outfit he wore, a loose sweater that exposed his shoulders and tight shorts. His fixed gaze was enough to make Angel’s body feel like it was on fire.

He made his way over to join him on the couch. He settles down beside him, stretching out his legs and propping one up on the coffee table without a care. “Enjoying some peace and quiet, huh?”

“Well, I was.” He says with a playful lilt in his voice. “Then you showed up.” Husk let out a low chuckle, his eyes glinting with amusement. He leans back on the couch, reaching over to ease out the cigarette dangling from Angel’s lips to take a long puff out of it. “Now you’re stealin’ my cigarettes, and I thought I was the annoying one.” He lets out huff, picking up Fat Nugget and setting him down on the floor. 

“Think of it as payback for all the times you’ve gotten on my nerves.” He replies, staring ahead at whatever was playing on the television.

“Whateva,” Angel rolls his eyes. He then scoots closer to Husk, turning his body towards him. Two of his arms sprawl out on the back of the couch, leaning his head against them while staring at the older demon with affection. He sure did look fine. 

“Ya been enjoyin’ ya day off?” Angel asks, wanting to keep the other’s attention on him.

“Day off? More like day spent trying not to strangle anyone,” He replied in a dry tone, looking over at Angel, his gaze flickering down his body. “But I guess it ain’t so bad when you’re around.”

Angel smirks, “Ya guess?” He clicks his tongue. “Damn… And I thought we had somethin’ special kitty cat.” He reaches out to grab his cigarette back, taking a slow drag off of it. 

“Yeah, something specially annoying.” Husk retorts. It was the usual reply Angel would receive since he met Husk, but now when he said things like that, there was a lightness in his tone. He teased back now. It made Angel feel light. 

Husk’s lips turn into a small smile. “What’s got you lounging here all by yourself anyway? Don’t tell me you actually got tired of causing chaos for one day.” 

An airy laugh leaves Angel, a genuine one as his lips curl up into a smile. “Whose ta say I haven’t spent the day causin’ chaos?” He shoots back playfully. The spider demon moves to get on his knees. “Or maybe…” He purrs out, prowling towards Husk as if he was a cat stalking a mouse. “I’ve been waitin’ for you to show up before I did?” 

He crawls onto Husk’s lap, settling down across him. He place an arm lazily atop his shoulders while a hand finds its way to Husk’s neck. His finger trails upward, brushing past the fur of his cheeks before finally to the top of his head. Husk’s eyes narrowed at him as he grabbed his top hat, placing it on his head with a cheeky grin. 

Husk raises a brow, clearly amused by the display. “I see,” Husk drawled out in a voice that was both amused and indulgent. “Aren’t you just full of surprises today?" His arms wrap around Angel to keep him steady, one hand trailing up to trace lazy circles on the small of his back while the other rested against his thigh, the touch was enough to make Angel shiver. “Now… Was there something else you were waiting for? Or is stealing my hat all a part of your 'grand scheme'?” 

Angel smirks, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he adjusted himself on Husk’s lap. His touch egged him on, placing his cigarette back between the demon cat’s lips before pressing his own lips against his ear, whispering into it with a sultry tone. “Oh baby, bein’ with me is a gamble,” He purred, enjoying the way his ear flickered from his hot breath.  He trails one hand down Husk’s chest teasingly, “I’ve got plenty up my sleeve.” He presses a hot kiss against his cheek. 

Husk’s hand leaves his thigh to take hold of the cigarette, turning his head to capture Angel’s lips in a deep kiss. Angel happily reciprocates with equal fervor, his hand continuing to smooth over the fur on his chest. 

The taste of cigarettes lingered on their lips, mixing with the heady rush of arousal that coursed through their veins. Angel swore the room seemed to fade away as their kiss intensified. He doesn’t break their kiss once as he moves to straddle Husk’s lap, his hat falling off his head while feeling clawed paws making purchase on his hips. 

A purr reaches his ears, and as he places two hands on his chest, he can feel it rumble underneath his touch. He grins against his lips, feeling a sense of fulfillment to know he has such an effect on him. 

Husk seemed to pick up on his silent satisfaction, his grip tightening on his hips and grounding him down onto his lap. Angel gasps against his lips, his body yearning for more. He moves his hips down onto him with an undeniable hunger, pressing himself closer against Husk, reveling in the way their bodies molded. 

“F-Fuck,” Angel moaned softly against Husk’s lips. His hands roamed ravenously over Husk’s chest and shoulders, feeling overwhelmed with both need and adoration towards the shorter demon underneath him. 

He breaks the kiss and Husk’s lips chase after him, he knew he was just as desperate as he was and he was going to ride that out as much as he could. He leans down, pressing hot kisses against his neck. He can hear Husk’s breath hitch, his grip tightening instinctively.

“Husky baby…” He murmurs against his fur, lightly nipping at it. “You’re drivin’ me crazy.” 

“Damn right I am,” Husk growled huskily, unable to suppress the low groan that made Angel’s cock twitch in his shorts. He tilts his head back slightly, exposing more of his neck and Angel takes the chance to explore. 

His neediness was mounting as the seconds passed, a week of making out without anything further was making Angel desperate. He lets out a small whimper, not a fake one like when he was filming, a real, fervent whimper that made his face feel hot from embarrassment. He could feel Husk stiffen underneath him from his little noise, his hips pressing up against Angel’s, allowing him to feel the hardness underneath his slacks. 

Another noise leaves the back of his throat, pressing himself back down with an aching desire. He kisses back up his neck, pressing his lips against his. Husk licks his lips and he immediately parts them, allowing him to lick into his mouth. His tongue was so long, this was the furthest they’ve gotten thus far and it gave Angel a rush of excitement. Maybe this was it. 

He pulls away for a gulp of air, looking down at the demon beneath him with carnal desire. “Baby, please. I’m needin’ ya real bad.” He rasps out, grinding down against his erection. 

“Angel…” Husk’s voice was low, strained with lust. He slid his hand from his hip to the small of his back, pulling him in close. He nips at Angel’s bottom lip teasingly, “Fuck, you don’t even know what you’re asking for.” 

Husk rolls his hips upwards and a choked gasp leaves Angel from the delicious stimulation he keeps looking for. Fuck yes, this is exactly where he needed Husk to be. 

“I know damn well what I’m askin’ for babycakes.” He says through gritted teeth, he’s never felt this needy, never wanted someone inside of him so badly like this, not a specific demon at the very least. Why won't Husk just give it to him? “Want ya so bad Husky, want ya inside of me, makin’ me scream. C’mon baby, I know ya wanna, want to give me your all.” 

Husk let out a guttural growl that was music to his ears, the heady tension getting thicker in the air. Just as Angel became more hopeful, Husk's hands fall back down to his hips, halting him from moving. He looks down at him with confusion, raising his brows. 

“Doll…” Husk began hoarsely, and holy fuck, he sounded so hot like that. He was just as pent up as he was, Angel could feel it in his pants, throbbing against its confines with carnal desire. It feels so good to be completely wanted like this. 

His golden eyes bore into Angel’s with an intensity that was almost frightening from the sheer arousal held within them. “This ain’t about fucking… Not this time.” Husk’s grip softened somewhat, one of them stroking up Angel’s side. “We can wait,” He murmurs. Angel lets out a groan in response, damnit, he was right there. 

“Wait?” Angel repeats, a frown tugging at his lips. “It’s been a week, don’t ya think that’s plenty of build up before getting down and dirty?” Husk’s thick brow rose, staring up at him with amusement. “I didn’t realize you were keeping track of the days?” 

The spider demon rolls his eyes, letting out an exasperated sigh. “‘Course I’ve been countin’ the fuckin’ days. Kinda hard not to when you get me all riled up then blue ball me every damn time we get a moment together.” 

Husk lets out a chuckle, the sound deep and husky as it rumbles in his chest. “Don’t get me wrong baby doll, I want you too, but it’s good to give each other time.” 

Angel lets out another groan of frustration, it sure as hell didn’t help when he felt his own cock twitch in his shorts. The heat between them was palpable, having this strikingly handsome demon underneath him both entranced and downright infuriated him. “You’re gonna be the death of me, y’know that right?” He slumps against Husk, burying his head into his neck. 

Husk wraps an arm around Angel’s waist, holding him close. “Not gonna apologize for that.” Husk replied gruffly, nuzzling into Angel’s fluffy white hair with a small sigh. “I get it, you’re frustrated and wound up. But we can’t just jump headfirst into this shit, give it some time. You can do that, can’t you?”  “I guess… But it’s not stoppin' me from hating you right now.” Despite his words, one of his hands found its way to the top of his head, stroking the fur there to coax those rumbling purrs he enjoyed to hear so much. 

“You don’t mean that.” Husk says, and Angel can practically hear his smirk as his tail comes to wrap around his waist. 

Angel grumbled intelligibly against his neck, his voice muffled as he spoke up. “Where’s my cigarette?” 

“Went out a while ago.” 

He groans, “Yeah, I fuckin hate ya.”

Husk wasn’t exactly thrilled about the idea of yoga, far from it actually. He considered any form of physical exertion to be a nuisance, but when Charlie made the call, he knew better than to argue with the princess of Hell. 

It had been three weeks since Angel and Husk relationship took its turn. Husk had to admit it, begrudgingly so, that he was quite fond of the spider demon. That fondness grew more and more everyday, and he wasn’t too big in how his heart skipped a beat when he saw the other. He made the idea of yoga sound not half bad, in fact, he made all activities a bit better. 

Grumbling under his breath, he ambled down to the main lobby dressed in his usual black slacks and red bow tie with suspenders slung lazily over his shoulders; a far cry from whatever this ‘yoga attire’ nonsense was supposed to be. 

Although his golden eyes widened once he caught sight of Angel sitting on the couch and his chosen outfit for the occasion. He wore a tight tank top, pushing his already prominent chest of fur up, and his tight black shorts barely covered his ass. It was an unapologetic display of pure sin that left little to the imagination. For a moment, all coherent thought fled Husk’s mind as he openly gawked at him. 

Husk was the who was holding off sex with Angel, but fuck, was it not easy. Not when he looked like that, a pink-eyed beauty that was constantly begging for more. 

He sauntered over to Angel, his thumbs hooked underneath his suspenders. “Fuck me sideways,” He mutters, a predatory glint in his eye. “Yoga classes ain’t exactly my thing, but I’m willing to suffer through it just for the view.” 

His words were more bark than bite though as an amused grin curled up on Husk’s lips while appreciating how Angel owned up to his provocative style unabashedly. As irritating as their teasing game has become lately, he couldn’t deny that it made things interesting around here. 

Angel’s lips pull up into a smirk. He stretches out languidly, purposefully accentuating his perfect curves and arching his back. This damn demon… 

“That so Husky?” Angel purrs out, leaning forward, all four arms resting along his thigh with a flirtatious smile on his face. “Good ta know, because I would love some help with the poses.” 

Husk absentmindedly licked his lips, staring down at the younger demon like he was sizing up his meal. He didn’t realize everyone around was staring at them until he heard the sound of Charlie awkwardly clearing her throat.

He brings his attention towards the princess, crossing his arms with a frown on his lips. Once she had everyone’s eyes on her, she clasped her hands together. 

“Alright guys! I sure hope you're as excited as me to have some yoga fun!” She exclaimed excitedly. “Let’s all get to our mats and start with something simple.” 

He looked back at Angel as he got up from the couch, their gazes fixated on each other as they both made their way towards a mat. Let the game begin. It all started off with simple stretches and Husk haphazardly followed along. His gaze remained locked on Angel as he followed the movements with his lithe form, making Husk’s entire body buzz with need. 

He tries his best to stay on track, but as soon as Charlie moves to lead everyone to do the downward dog, Husk stops short, his head snapping towards Angel. He really wanted to see this. 

The spider demon turns his back towards him, looking back with half lidded eyes before easily getting into position. His eyes slightly widened, seeing that tight ass high in the air was making his cock twitch in his pants. It didn’t help when he seductively swayed his hips, it was like a siren's call, luring Husk into dangerous territory. 

His mind quickly fogged with desire, racing with so many thoughts, how good it would feel to pound into his tight ass, holding his hips in the air as Angel let out a string of beautiful noises. As the days pass, these thoughts become more and more intense and vivid. Angel was just so beautiful, yet he was such a damn tease, he wanted to rile him up, of course he did. That’s just who he was, and Husk loved it. 

Husk wanted to cross that line, grab Angel, pull him anywhere that was remotely private, to show him how crazy he drives him. Yet before he could take that step forward, something snapped within him, a flicker of sanity amidst the lusty haze. He couldn’t afford to lose control, not in front of everyone, not risk everything they have built between them thus far. He’s holding back for a reason, to show Angel that this was more than sex. 

Angel had to have known he was striking a cord with Husk, especially when he fell away from Charlie’s instructions, taking the liberty to do his own poses. He effortlessly moves to get on his back, locking eyes with Husk with a half lidded gaze. He hooks two hands underneath his thighs, the other two resting on the yoga mat below him. Husk watches with bated breath as he brings his knees up to his chest, putting himself on full display. 

“Ain’t this fun Husky?” He asks, batting his long lashes and feigning innocence. “Sure do love me some yoga.” 

God damn it. 

The way he contorts his body was downright sinful, and the heat deep within Husk burned. His tail swishes at his feet. With a frustrated growl, he takes a step forward, taking in that lustful gaze Angel gave him. His hands tremble at his side, itching to touch and possess what was so temptingly offered before him. 

Fuck consequences.

Fuck control.

All that mattered now was satisfying this insatiable hunger.

Although, thankfully before he could yank him up and drag him away, his self control snapped back in place like a tightly wound spring. He can’t, not now. He can wait, he has the will power. 

He grumbles underneath his breath, abruptly turning on his heels and walking out of the yoga session without another word. He needed a moment alone, preferably to rub one out, to keep his building desires under wraps. He can’t keep spiraling out of control like this, constantly towing on the edge. What made it even worse was that the session barely started and he already had to walk away.

“Goddamn spider…” He mumbles, heading over to one of the many bathrooms of the hotel. 

He was pushed to his limits by the spider, and he was sure Angel knew that too. He knew damn well what he was doing, entangling him in his web of seduction. He wanted him to break, to give in, yet Husk was too stubborn to give in. He was making a point, and he was going to stick to that. 

Although the sound of fast clicking heels hit his ears makes them twitch. 

“Husky, wait up!” He hears the sound of the one who was responsible for all of this, his fur standing up as he whipped his head back. He moved closer to Husk till they were mere inches apart. “Are ya alright?” He asks and Husk swears he can see a fleeting moment of panic in his eyes. “I just wanted ta have a little fun between us. Didn’t mean ta push ya like that.” 

The spider reached out, and the second Angel’s hand was on his arm, Husk spun around. His golden eyes burned with lust, the teasing game they have been playing all this time had him at wits end. 

In one swift motion, he reaches up to grab Angel by his shoulders and pushes him up against the nearest wall. 

“Didn’t mean to push me?” Husk repeats, his gravelly tone taking on a growl. “You knew exactly what you were doing Legs, don’t try to play coy. You just don’t get it, do you?”  

Angel’s eyes were wide and so utterly captivating. Husk doesn’t give Angel a chance to respond, claiming those sinful lips with his own. The kiss was a bit rougher than usual, raw desire prominent as Angel melts into the contact. 

He fell more and more for this damn demon every day, and he wanted nothing more than to claim him as his own so badly. He wanted him, all of him, every single damn inch. 

“Fuck…” Husk murmured between breathless kisses, each one more intense than the last. He buried one clawed hand in that soft fluffy hair while the other made purchase on his waist, pulling him closer with possession until there wasn’t an inch separating them. 

Angel purred into the kiss, his body sliding down the wall until he matched Husk's height. The older demon took the chance to press his thigh up between his legs firmly, enjoying that sweet muffled moan that left Angel. 

The spider demon pulled away for a deep breath, rolling his hips against Husk’s thigh with a look of satisfaction on his face, and Husk wanted nothing more than to wipe it off his face. 

“Mm, bein’ a lil rough, ain’t ya babycakes?” He purrs out, tilting his head to the side. “I’m not drivin’ ya insane, am I? Not lil ol Angel Dust.” 

“You’re pushing it doll,” He snarled, his erection now fully evident against Angel’s thigh, making no secret of how much he has been affected by this infuriatingly attractive creature. “But don’t you fucking dare think I won’t push back.” Without another word, he dove his head into the crook of his neck, attacking it with kisses, nips and licks of his long tongue. He drew out a throaty moan from Angel as he bucked against Husk’s leg. 

“Oh honey,” He moans. “You’re damn right you can push back.” 

“Fuck you…” He whispered hoarsely against Angel’s neck. 

“Please.” Angel replies back with ease. “C’mon baby, just give in. We’ve been doin’ this dance for three weeks. Making out, grindin’ on each other. Why don’t ya just fuck me?” 

There was that desperation, that tremor in Angel’s voice, he knew he wanted him bad, and Husk wanted to keep it that way just for a bit longer. 

Husk wasn’t one to be easily swayed. Years had hardened him, made him resistant to giving himself fully, especially when it came to matters of the heart. “Damn it all, Angel.” Husk growled, voice thick with restraint. “You know why I’m holding back.” He pulls away from his neck, staring deep into his eyes. “You’re not some piece of meat for me to fuck around with. I care about you too much for that.” His eyes flicked down between them, pausing for a moment before continuing in a softer tone, a rare glimpse into the vulnerability hidden within his gruff exterior. 

“You deserve more than just a quick fuck from me… You deserve someone who sees you for who you truly are,” He lets out a sigh. “And until I can give you that, until I can offer you everything, I won’t take advantage of what we have.” 

He watches intently as Angel’s eyes widen, a mixture of surprise and frustration evident in those pink orbs he finds so pretty. Angel then lets out a long groan, his head hitting against the wall behind him. 

“Ugh, Husk!” Angel exclaimed in exasperation. 

There was a silence between them for a moment, and Husk kept his eyes trained on his gorgeous face as his eyelids slid close, taking in deep breaths. 

After a moment, he opens them, a softness in his eyes that tugged at Husk’s heart. “Ya’know…” He begins, letting out a breathless chuckle. “For someone who is such an old grump, you sure are sappy.” 

Although slightly offended to receive such a title as this one, a small chuckle resonated from him. The thick sexual tension in the air seemed to ease away from Angel’s light heartedness. 

Angel, who looked ever so beautiful, brought his hand up to Husk’s cheek, running through his fur before settling at the base of his neck. “Ya win, again,” He gives a roll of his eyes, yet his tone still holds a note of affection. “We’ll hold off a bit longer. But I can’t promise I’ll make it easy on ya.” He fluidly rolls his hips against his leg, making sure that Husk felt that straining bulge in his shorts. 

His grip tightens on Angel, a desperate attempt to keep himself grounded. “You damn well know I can handle it.” Angel snorted in response and Husk’s jaw clenched, both of them knowing all too well that all control almost slipped out of his grasp today.

Husk lets out a sigh, leaning forward to press his face against his shoulder. “But Satan fucking help me…” He groaned pitifully against Angel’s fur, teeth grazing lightly over as if he was marking his territory. “... If I don’t find myself wanting nobody else but you.”

He feels the spider demon stiffen in his hold and Husk understood, if he wasn’t so pent up he would probably try to play it off, throw in an insult to lighten the confession that was just as heavy as any other. 

Soon enough, Angel relaxes and four arms wrap securely around him. “You’re such a dummy,” He says barely above a whisper. Husk grunts out in response, bringing his head up to nuzzle his cheek against Angel, both a sign of affection and scenting. 

Before the enchanting demon was able to get out another word, the sound of his phone blowing up with a series of notifications stopped him in his tracks. Husk pulls back, his gaze hardening as he watches the other pull out his phone, a somber look etched across his features. 

“Looks like I gotta get to work…” Angel sighs out, pushing a hand into his hair. 

Husk’s ears twitched and his tail flicked in irritation. Val always had to ruin everything, didn’t he? 

With one last lingering look filled with longing, Husk took a step back. “Be careful out there, and don’t let that bastard get under your skin too much today.”

Angel nods his head, smoothing his hair out. “‘Course not.” He forces a smile, pushing himself off the wall. “Be good for me, kitty cat, don’t go scratching the furniture.” He scratches the underneath of his chin, and Husk finds himself chasing after the retracting hand.

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever you say.” He gruffly says, yet there was a small smile on his lips as he watched Angel take his leave. “See you later.” 

Once the spider demon was out of sight, he huffed out a sigh. He leans up against the wall, a clawed finger hooking underneath his suspenders as he pondered over what he said just moments ago. 

Shit, he really was a sap. 

[sunnynii]

Ohmygods

Skater boy!Suna, who catches your eye on your daily walk to work as he practices in the skate park across the street.

Skater boy!Suna, who starts to recognize you on your walks, giving you head nods or slight waves while watching you pass by him every day.

Skater boy!Suna, who you just can’t help but look forward to seeing, even if it’s just for a quick second as you walk by. His jumps and tricks are so clean on his board, it almost looks like he’s defying gravity, you even stop and stare a minute to watch him.

Skater boy!Suna, who you finally decide to approach one day, as you stand against the skate park fence with your fingers through the wiry metal.

Skater boy!Suna, who flashes you a sly grin and asks you if you skate at all. When you admit you don’t, he offers to teach you, mixing in a few flirtatious words here and there.

Skater boy!Suna, who holds your hips as you glide on his board, struggling to maintain balance. He catches you when you fall off, chuckling to himself at your embarrassed expression.

Skater boy!Suna, who invites you to watch him skate every day before your walk to work. So you go and sit on a bench in the park, constantly mesmerized by his skill, telling him how he amazes you.

Skater boy!Suna, who flirts with you any chance he can get- placing a hand on your shoulder, patting your head, giving you subtle compliments- anything to make you blush.

Skater boy!Suna, who starts walking you to work so he can spend more time with you, even trying to get you to skate there with him. Obviously, you refuse, so he plants you on his board, holding your hand and guiding it slowly down the sidewalk.

Skater boy!Suna, who still goes to the skate park in the rain, just so he can see you. He knows he doesn’t have to skate this often, but he doesn’t like the idea of missing you. And of course, you go too, realizing what a dumb idea it was as the two of you run for cover.

Skater boy!Suna, who brings you under a canopy to avoid the rain, laughing and shaking droplets out of his hair.

Skater boy!Suna, who fucks you silly while you wait for the rain to clear up- what else were you supposed to do? The tension became too much to take, and you were overwhelmed with the need to have his cock stuffed inside you.

Skater boy!Suna, who digs his nails into your hips while ramming into your tight little pussy, telling you how much of a slut you are for wanting to get fucked like this, while praising your perfect body at the same time.

Skater boy!Suna, who rubs circles around your throbbing clit while fucking you, telling you how badly he needs you to cum around his cock. And of course you do, cumming with a string of whimpers and moans as many times as he wants.

Skater boy!Suna, who calls out of work for you that day, seeing as you’re in no condition to walk anywhere after he fucked you dumb.

[sunnynii]

Thinking about meeting Bakugou and Kirishima in the crowd of a concert, and during one of the slow songs the artist tells everyone to get on someone’s shoulders so Kirishima asks you whether you want to get on his shoulders and you tell him that it’s okay because you’re too heavy.

And then Bakugou gives you possibly the dirtiest look you’ve ever received in your life as he looks you up and down before handing his beer off to Kirishima as he doesn’t give you a choice as he bends down to slot his head between your thighs.

So you’re squealing because you’ve never been on someone’s shoulders before, and you’re certain you’re too heavy but Bakugou doesn’t quake as he holds you steady for the entire song. And after he puts you down so gently and takes his beer back off Kirishima like it was nothing🥺

[sunnynii]

You can lift/carry them

Ot7 x Reader

Summary: how they would react to finding out their smaller s/o is strong enough to lift and carry them.

Warnings: swearing? Idk

A/N: More crack because this concept is just really funny to me, idk why.

Masterlist

Requests are open

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Jin: Baffled but thoroughly entertained. Like, he's so much taller than you, and yet you picked him like it's no biggie? Kinda dope, ngl. He now lovingly refers to you as "muscles".

Yoongi: Man full on freezes up like "wtf is happening?!" for a second, before just going with it like his character from in the seom. "Where are we going?"

Hobi: Probably screams in shock the first time you do it. Kinda loves it tho, knowing that he can just fully jump on you and it not result in a hospital visit.

Namjoon: Stops. Just stops everything. He literally cannot process the situation. The universe no longer makes sense for him. You've broken the man's brain.(he'll be fine in like 5 minutes tho, so don't worry, he's just dramatic)

Jimin: Doesn't question it at first, since he's used to his members pulling similar shit, but then he remembers he's not with them rn and is like "wait, what the hell?". Ultimately just goes with it like Yoongi.

Taehyung: Loves it, probably too much. Now, anytime when y'all are out together and he gets tired, he just slumps on you like a 6ft toddler and is like 🥺"carry me?"

Jungkook: Oh no, you shouldn't have done that. Now that he knows you're strong enough to lift him, you're his new sparring partner(although let's be real, it's really just tickle/wrestling matches, but it's way more serious now. like, y'all need a referee fr)

[sunnynii]

been fantasizin! — izuku midoriya x male reader

w.c: 2.1k

WARNING: heat cycles, bunny quirk, ear-pulling, creampie (x2), toy use, overstimulation, manhandling, dacryphilia, soft dom!izuku, praise, kissing, drool/spit, body worship, dirty talk, breeding mention, use of the word “pussy” as a synonym for (ass)hole, amab reader

“Honey?” There’s a soft click of the front door as it unlocks, a tall pro-hero setting foot inside with a few grocery bags in hand. The penthouse is homely, not at all too large for it’s two inhabitants, with a nicely decorated living room and fully applianced kitchen. The kitchen island outlooks the living-room, and the living-room outlooks the balcony, with a pretty, twinkling view of Musutafu’s bustling city. Izuku couldn’t have asked for a better home, a better boyfriend, a better life. He fought hard for it, anyway. “I’m back!”

The home is draped in domesticity, well lived in with a few misplaced remotes and a blanket scattered across the pleather couch.

He can’t find you anywhere, not in the kitchen making a snack, not hiding behind the couch, with floppy ears that match your hair and give you away. Not on the balcony, where you like to lean too far out for your viewing pleasure and his dismay. He frowns, freckled cheeks puffed out in a pout and eyes dimly lit. It’s unusual for his bunny to stay where he is, typically he waits by the door for his boyfriend's return, ears bouncing excitedly the second the door is unlocked. There’s only really one place you could be, but he has a few things to put away first.

The groceries end up where they shouldn’t be, apples in the freezer and thinly cut beef stacked inside the fridge, but Midoriya just can’t focus when his day has been knocked off its path like this. He slams the fridge door much harder than intended, the stainless steel shaking in his grasp and nearly threatening to fall. It doesn’t, but the display almost has Izuku panicking again, sights set on two things at one.

So he makes his way to the bedroom.

It’s shared between the two of you, a large, soft, and warm mattress with even softer blankets (you picked them out), and some nice blackout curtains when city lights ended up too overwhelming. The door creaks quietly, nothing compared to the sound that doesn’t seem to be quieting down any time soon.

You’re grinding your cock down against the midsized plushie Izuku had won you on one of your first dates back in highschool, ruining the soft fur with your precum. It must be because it smells just like him, having previously been wearing one of his hoodies, and you’d referred to the bear as Izuku Jr. It’s wet and sticky, almost like the air in the room, which fills with desperate moans as your hips rock back and forth against the plush. Izuku can see the bounce of your ass as you rock it back against a silicone toy, slippery with lube and dribbling onto the bed. He frowns.

Your heat cycle must have started while he was away. His poor boy, his poor baby, was left alone to fend for himself, fucking himself against nothing but a fake for the last few hours. Your pretty thighs must be aching and tired by now, on fire and sore, wrapped around a teddy bear when it could’ve been him. Izuku sighs, shedding himself of his jacket before rolling up his sleeves, and slowly padding over to the bed.

He’s careful not to tear you away, you get very territorial of your ‘nest’, instead tracing his fingertips up your calves, the back of your thighs, the swell of your ass. It’s only when he gives a sharp squeeze to your backside do you notice his presence. Your big ears twitch, swaying along as your head whips back to finally register the man beside you. You can’t say much, throat hoarse and tired from cries that fell on deaf ears, but the look on your face is enough for Izuku to scoop you up and cup your face.

“Don’t stop ‘cause of me,” He whispers against your lips, gently scraping his nails behind your ears. You keen against his touch, chasing his palm until his freckled thumb is slipped into your mouth. You can feel a scar that runs across his thumb, similar to the veins in his dick. “Cockdumb bunny, you’re so pretty like this. How’d this happen, sweetpea?”

You moan around his thumb, suckling and rutting your hips against his clothed thigh, which is already starting to collect sticky stains of pre. There’s a small tug on your ear, hard enough to get your lips to pop off his finger until you’re looking up at him, eyes sparkly and wet. Izuku wipes your drying tears with his big hands, then tugs harder. “I know, too much thinking gets you riled up. Just need an answer, honey, then we can take care of your needy hole.”

‘Zuku’s hands are always better. When your brain isn’t fully online he’s there, all smiles and big hands to touch you just right. He slides his hands up your torso, actively avoiding your cock as he smears the cum on your bellybutton up to your chest, massages it into your hard nipples while you tremble in his hands. You fist the sleeves of his shirt, right where the neckline meets shoulder, pulling him in closer until his breath ghosts i’ve your nipples. You can’t take the lingering touches, you need something constant. Something intense.

But instead you whine, too needy to form any actual complete sentences or thoughts.

“Thought of— wanna be good. Need— M’a good boy. ‘Zuku. Need you.” It’s more jumbled than anything, a pathetic noise leaving your body as he pushes you back down against your plush, dildo discarded somewhere by the headboard. Such a silly thing, you got too far in your head and really thought some silicone was good enough to satiate your needs.

“Just stayed sweet for me? Thought about the stretch of my cock inside you— your mouth, your ass?” Midoriya responds absentmindedly, strong jaw clenched as he lifts you up by the hips, keeping you bent over until your face is smashed into the sheets, bunny ears alert and twitching as he rubs them soothingly. He tuts, sliding his hands down to your ass and spreading the thick cheeks apart wide. He’s met with your overstimulated hole, sloppy and needy as it winks up at him. “Or is this a cunt, honey? Made for breeding? It already looks like you’re gushing.”

He’s partly grateful you’re not positioned to face him, a sharp shade of red dusting his matured cheeks as you nod and press your ass down into his palms. Your thighs are sticky and soaked with lube, must’ve been leaking out of you since you’d gotten up to greet him. Your voice sounds whiny and high, ears bouncing with each downward thrust you make, bouncing against his hands like you’re trying to fuck yourself on his cock, despite it not being out yet.

“ ‘Zuku, ‘Zuku, ‘Zuku,” It’s a mantra of sorts, loud and rushing blood straight down south to Izuku’s stiff cock. You can’t think of anything but him, the stretch of your entrance as he pushes himself impossibly deep into your guts, the feeling of his hand supporting your tummy so he can feel himself sliding in and out of you, the praise that leaves his lips when he’s shooting a load into you, keeping you still on his dick until it finally stops spurting. “Ohh.”

“I think it is, baby,” Izuku purrs, letting you grind against his cock for contact when he removes the warmth of his hands, undoing his fly to free himself from his boxers. He’ll start off quick for now, just to get you coherent again, then fuck you nice and slow, how you deserve it, once you’ve had a load to nurse. He lines himself up quickly, tracing your entrance with the fat head of his dick. “All mine, right? Barely fits, even after all that training you’ve been doing. C’mere, honey. Feel.”

His other hand takes yours to trail it down your hips and past your ass, dipping into the crevice of your ass until your fingertips are pressed against your hole, dipping into the entrance as his cock is slapped against it. He’s right, it barely fits, fat and curved perfectly, you shed a few tears when he slips inside, your hole stretching around his length and swallowing him up despite the intrusion.

“Just gotta fuck it right, don’t I, pretty? Gotta use it nice and sweet, get you all pliant and dizzy just how you like it,” You’re nodding, lips parted and panting loudly against the sheets, drooling onto them and ultimately getting it all over your cheek, but you don’t care. Izuku’s cock is right there, inches away from being inside you, from breeding you and using you like you deserve.

“Did you know you have a really pretty hole, baby? Just as cute as your face!”

He sounds lewd, but it’s genuine. His dimpled smile is enough to tell you that, you can hear it in his voice, even if it’s a little ragged and breathless. He’s rambling again, something about pumping you full until you can’t do anything but twitch against the mattress, but it doesn’t matter. Not when his cock is pushing inside you, not when your own is starting to spurt out rope after rope of cum once he’s inside.

Your hole convulses around him, sucking him in deeper and deeper until it’s clenching around the base of his cock, his curly, dark pubes peeking out from his pants and resting against your ass. He uses you like a toy, rocks you up and down while you ride the wave of your millionth orgasm tonight, tongue rolled out of your mouth and ears droopy against your cheeks. Your pants rival the sound of his balls against your ass, a harsh smacking sound as he increases the speed of his strokes, groaning when you claw at the sheets for support.

“Fuck, you’ll take all my cum, won't you? Yeah, think it'll catch? All this hot, sticky cum inside you?”

Your ass crashes against him, shining under the dimly lit bedside lamp. Bunnies do what they do best, bouncing on and off his cock until you’re delirious, tears streaming down your handsome face. Izuku barely needs to touch your cock, instead meeting your bounces half way while he grabs your wrists, bending them behind your back for leverage. You sob, a pathetic, loud noise that has Izuku groaning soon after, and he knows you’re crying now.

Midoriya shoots deep inside you, thick, creamy ropes of cum pooling inside you just to seep out your puffy, abused hole. It spills over the sides of his cock, dropping down your thighs and your toes curl, a happy sound leaving your throat since you’re finally full.

But Izuku wants one more, just for safekeeping.

He spoons up the cum with his fingers, pushing it back into your hole alongside his sensitive cock, his head falling forward as he melts into you. He gets it now, the neediness, he wants to fuck you full, feel you tighten and squeeze down on his cock because you can’t take it, praise you for being such a good, warm hole for him and his big dick. He’s just as desperate as you, fucking the cum deeper against that sensitive bundle of nerves that makes you lose your voice.

“Say thank you, bunny. Aren’t you grateful for my cock? My cum inside you like you’ve always wanted? Fuck, I love this hole. Don’t forget your manners, baby.”

You’re responding before you can process the question, letting him manhandle you up and down on his cock, your overstimulated hole struggling to keep up with his pace. You'd fall flat on your face if it weren’t for his supportive hand, spread on your tummy and pressing into that delicious bump of his cock every time it fucks up into you.

“Th—ank you, thank you, ‘Zuku, love your cum n’my bunnyboy pussy.” And— oh, he never gets used to it, your sweet voice repeating his words with the promise of a few pats to the head, a scratch behind the ear, a kiss to the forehead. Izuku’s emerald eyes roll back in his head, his thrusts sloppy and unsteady as his balls tighten.

He’s cumming again before he knows it, the familiar clamp of your hole making his hips stutter as you cum too, collecting glob after glob of his cum inside you, feeling it stick to your gooey walls.

“Stay— stay ‘nside.” Your words are slurred, alert bunny ears now limp and tired as you lick your lips, shimmying down on Izuku’s spent cock. There’s a slight bias behind you, but the man doesn’t protest, instead grabbing you by the hips to resettle into a comfortable, spooning position, his hot skin already cooling by the second.

He’ll change later, maybe fuck you against the shower door if you can get up, but for now he’s content with holding you, even if his clothes are sticky and damp. His arm is behind your head, earning a small nuzzle as you sigh into his forearm.

If there’s one thing he’s sure of, it’s his love for you.

[sunnynii]

BTS As Your Best Friends

I was feeling inspired by my BTS As Your Boyfriend series, and I wanted to give yall a cute little friend moment! 💕

Comtains: Fluff, that's about it lmao

This is only with the maknaes, but the others will come soon!

°+~♡~+°

Jungkook-

THIS MAN....

Devious asf 💀💅

He actually will not shut his fucking mouth, bro will call you up at 4 in the morning to talk to you about how his day went

Lowkey invites himself to your place unapologetically

Very juvenile, in a good way. Like sleepovers with snacks and movies and pillow forts

THE GOSSIP KING 👑

And he will fill you in on all the bangtan tea

He's the type to make pinky promises not to tell after he talks hella shit abt someone 💀

Not that he talks hella shit that much, but the occasion that it happens, expect a lot to come out of his mouth.

Very good listener tho, if you actually have an issue, he's gonna be there for you

Definitely tells you way too much about his dating life...

He also falls asleep on you, so get used to it. he's an affectionate bitch, what can he say? And with all the sleepovers yall are having, he can't help it

Okay but tell me why I think he'd love playing hair salon with you 👀

One of his downsides as a friend is that he's a fucking celebrity and has a shit ton of other people to interact with and other places to go

So don't expect too much from the poor guy, he's got a lot on his plate.

Recently we found out that he vapes, so he for sure needs a vape buddy

ALSO

He is SO GOOD at dating advice

Whoever you're into, he will be right there planning your wedding on a pinterest board.

Expect lots of singing in the car

In all, jaykay is fucking hyper but he's a great bestie to have

Taehyung-

Tae is your deep ass convo kinda guy

Like yeah, he's fun asf, but damn he's just built to talk about deep shit with you

If any of these friendships are likely to turn into relationships, it's gonna be with Tae

He just loves love 😭

And honestly, as he should

And I'm not saying that you return the feelings, but you are the one reading a Bts imagine on tumblr... 🤷‍♀️

Besides the fact that he lowkey has a crush on you, you'll probably be at his house more than your own

I can see him just talking and talking for hours on end with his bestie while you chill on the couch with a TV show playing in the background

Probably has a cute nickname for you

Like if you're short, he calls you shorty. And if your cute, he calls you cutie.

IDK MAN IM BAD AT THIS 💀💀💀

But he'll come up with something cute

Your contact name in his phone will probably be something along the lines of "my wife" or "wifey"

Or smth stupid like that just bc he likes you 💀

And he won't tell anyone either, he just unironically talks about you all the time, nothing suspicious 👀

Expect chaos when he's drunk tho

He goes WILD

It's fun though, seeing him being smiley and not contemplating the complexities of life to you

Your man is weird asf but you gotta love him

Jimin-

Someone needs to calm him down and give him a massage or smth

Because when I tell you...

JIMIN IS THE FLIRTIEST HOE EVER

He doesn't even like you, it's just jimin being jimin

Very sweet tho 🥺

He seems kinda awkward about giving advice bc he doesn't know exactly what to say, but he'll listen really good

Also, no offense to jimin, but he's a mess.

He's so caring that he likes someone new every other day istg

And he'll tell you all about it and it's the cutest thing ever watching him have so much love for so many people

May or may not have mid-life crises during the night and come over to drink alcohol and pour his heart out to you

He's a people pleaser so be a good friend and encourage him or compliment him a lot

He will most likely flirt with you in return but it secretly makes him feel reassured so just take one for the team

Probably will give you fashion advice tbh

And he's an icon so you let him do his thing

I think he'd like doing things like drawing or painting or dancing as an activity with you

Like it's fun to do, but it's quiet enough for him to talk about his problems

This is so sad but I feel like he projects a very happy image but he doesn't always feel it inside

He may struggle with self image and dependence on others

So he needs you to be his anchor to hold him down and tell him he'll be alright

And he'll do the same for you, don't worry.

°+~♡~+°

Hope you enjoyed! The hyung line version is coming soon! 💕

My requests are open 😘

[sunnynii]

Idle

Hello again to any of my followers :) Sunny here, and it's been quite a while since I've written or posted anything worthwhile on this account. I started writing on this app sometime around 2020, and it's been three whole years since then- wow- Upon reviewing this account, I felt almost obligated to delete it and start anew, but I think there's still some works on here worth saving. I decided though, now that I've aged a bit more since my last piece, I will not be writing for any characters that are not canonically adults. I will not be aging anyone up, or writing for characters who's ages are "debatable". I just don't feel comfortable doing that. I still do have an interest in the following topics though, and would like to write about:

My Hero

Jujutsu Kaisen

Haikyuu

Buddy Daddies

Genshin

BTS works

I'd be willing to write for any other shows recommended to me :)

I will only be keeping certain works that I made in the past, for people that are canonically adults, or have confirmed time skips where they are adults. This account will be changing a bit, but I wanted to say thank you to all of the people that decided they liked my work and wanted to stick around :) I am a college student so my posting schedule will definitely be ✨irregular✨, but hopefully the quality of my work will make up for it ! Welcome to any newcomers, to a new age of writing for this account

[sunnynii]

Bokuto is having a hard day.

He bumped into someone, spilled their coffee and they were in too much of a rush to let him replace it.

He tried smiling at a baby on the way to the stadium and it cried.

He's not making any shots, his teammates are in bad moods and he can't tell if it's because of him.

He planned to meet you and some of your work friends after practice but now?

He's not so sure.

He feels pretty crappy and then, as he's leaving practice, Meian makes a comment.

"Don't embarrass yourself."

Bokuto feels hollow after that and then the cherry on top is when he's walking up to the station and that spiteful low hanging tree branch snags his team jacket again, rips the repair you already made once, and Bokuto feels like an absolute burden on everyone and everything and even though you assured him you didn't mind fixing his jacket after he tried and tried to thread the needle he feels like such a dud and he just wants to see you but when he gets to the cafe he sees you inside with your friends and you're laughing and so happy and he, he--

Spins on his heel and leaves.

"Ko?" He hears your voice. "Ko!" you call running out to him. "Hey."

You're smiling when you pull his arm and turn him around.

He feels like a dark cloud.

"I thought that was you. Are you coming inside? Everything ok?" You try searching his expression when he shakes his head but he won't meet your eye. "Ko, what's wrong?"

"I just, uh, I'm not feeling well," he mutters. "Sorry, just gonna go home."

"Oh, okay, let me just go grab my things," you reply without hesitation but he stuffs his hands in his pockets.

"No, you just go enjoy your friends." He doesn't wait for your reply before he leaves.

Home is only a few train stops away, thankfully, so he doesn't have to wait long until he can enclose himself in the safe space but not even this place can bring his spirit up.

All he can see when he looks around is how his high-energy has led to accidents. He wonders if he does enough chores around the house. He can't cook like Osamu or clean like Sakusa. He feels worse and worse as his mind spirals on the burden he must be to you. All he wants to do is curl up into a ball.

It's not long before he hears the front door.

"Ko?" You call, voice muffled by the walls. He hears you open and close a few doors, soft footsteps padding around until the approach and the closet door screeeks open. Your voice is soft. "Ko?"

Gentle.

There's a rustle as you rummage through the clothes, he tries to shrink but you find him and crouch down to his eye level.

It's still dark in here, light from the bedroom shining on only half your face and Bokuto thinks you're the most beautiful person in the world, inside and out.

"Ko?"

More than he deserves.

With his knees up to his chest he buried his face but you hear the sniffle.

"Ko," you murmur and lean in, wrapping your arms around him. He tries not to but

He cries.

"I just can't do anything right today," he sobs as big tears drop onto his uniform. "Look, I even tore my jacket," -he flicks the rip- "again and I still won't be able to fix it.

"I can't do anything for anyone!" He angrily weeps.

"Bokuto Kōtarō." Your voice is soft but stern. He tenses up and you tilt his chin to meet your eye. "None of this is true. And" -you cut him off before he can interject- "even if you don't believe it, I do."

Holding his gaze you gently ask "do you believe in me?" He nods fervently and you smile warmly, cupping his cheeks. "Then believe me when I say you are the kindest, purest, warmest, most wonderful person I've ever met."

Tears overflow now-shining eyes that take in all of you. He lets you pull him forward, shifting his body in your arms, his weight onto you. He's about to protest that he'll crush you when you start running your fingers through his hair.

He sinks into you.

You clutch him tighter, unphased by his size, and listen as he tells you about all the bad parts of his day. You offer solutions or counter points, assuring him it's not a problem to fix his jacket again.

"And Meian said that because he embarrassed himself in front of his girlfriend's work friends," you offer with a small laugh. "She told me all about it last MSBY dinner."

He wraps his arms around you, too.

You're still stroking his hair. "We all have bad days, Ko, but it doesn't mean that we're bad."

Bokuto had a hard day but you,

Your words, the sound of your voice, your arms around him, listening to him, loving him...

You make it better.

[sunnynii]

Absolutely adorable 😭♥️

Lazy Morning

ft. Min Yoongi

Early Mornings and you, what can we say, have always had an unstable relationship. The nocturnal lifestyle you adapted as an act of rebellion during your teenage years never outlived. You continue staying active at night, only this time, it is the compulsion and pressure of finishing projects before their deadlines keep you up.

But then again, you're not complaining, after all being a sound engineer of none other than the BTS themselves is itself a job of responsibilities, and it goes without saying, you're more than honoured to make good use of your skills at BigHit.

Being a sound engineer also means that you bond quite well with the music producers, especially when it's a certain someone who is practically married to their studio. Prod. Suga, everyone, spends his life more in that room with all his beloved equipment than the world outside. If you're being honest, his sheer dedication towards his passion is what made you drawn towards him the most. Nothing can be more attractive than a man creating his art. In fact, you might be bold enough to admit this, that man is art himself.

With blood rushing to your cheeks because of Min Yoongi colonising your mind at 5:17 in the a.m., you walk through the corridor of the Hybe building. You pull quite a few things this morning, an all nighter, the glass door that said Push and behold, the man that ruined your standards himself, leaving his cave.

"The very first thing I see in the morning is your face, hmm..." he lets his observation hang in the air as he lazily walks down to the couch placed by the white wall of the hallway, where you're already standing with a half finished cup of steaming Americano, looking at him with a smirk plastered on your face.

You watch him plop down on the comfy furniture; he pats the empty space beside him, expecting you to fill it up. You willingly oblige, taking yet another sip of your coffee, taking precaution to be wide awake before interacting properly with him.

"Don't tell me you're superstitious and that my face will ruin your day."

"My day is going to be pleasant, that's what I meant."

Normally a simple sentence like this has close to no effect on you, you'd simply brush it off with a chuckle or return a better compliment. But it's Yoongi, his lazy eyes looking straight into yours because you damn well know you can't take your eyes off him when he, just like you, is staring intensely.

He waits, his face seems tired yet he manages to look content. When you're unable to fumble for coherent words, you clear your throat and break the eye contact, noticing him chuckle silently through your periphery.

"So...did you even sleep or not?" You play it safe for some reason. Moments like this feel surreal, when the entire world is sleeping, and it's just you and him alone, his head resting on your shoulder now.

As soon as you mention the word sleep, a yawn escapes his mouth and he brings his hand up to rub slumber from his eyes. "No, not really. Remember the untitled tracks from our latest album? Yeah I finally finished them all."

Your eyes widen in pride, "Damn, Mr. Producer! Those were the tricky ones to deal with, I won't expect anything less than a top quality result." He has almost never disappointed, and the best part about it? He knows it. Just something about his confident tone, his effortless shrug, his smirk makes you linger your gaze on him a little longer. By this time his head rests in your lap, quite a usual gesture, considering the fact you're close to the boys, and closer to him.

There he lies, in your lap, looking peaceful as ever. You can't help but thread your fingers through his soft black hair, to which he responds with a sigh. You can admire him all day, all night, without getting bored even slightly for a moment. The warm silence blends perfectly with the chilly atmosphere of the dawn, and you have no intention of disturbing it.

So you bring your face closer to his and whisper, sounding nothing but velvety, "Yoongi? Why don't we put you on a much comfortable bed where you can catch all your sleep, yeah? How's that sound?"

His eyes flutter open and you hold your breath, seeing those dreamy eyes up so close and personal will definitely have adverse effects on your heart. The burning sensation of coffee makes you grip the cup tighter, but you're not sure if it's the hot coffee or the progressing fingers of this talented man tracing your jaw.

"But I love it where I am right now." Goddamn, that rasp in his voice? You can only beg for the Lord's mercy.

You are aware that there is an obvious tension between you two, it always has been there, he knows that too, but none of you felt the need to address it until today, he finally initiates it. Soon his palm sits on your lower jaw, his fingers lay on your neck while his thumb traces down from your burning red cheekbone to your parted lips.

He has never been someone who second guesses his decisions, and just like that, he goes in. Gently tugging your face towards him, Min Yoongi locks your lips together, sighing yet again, in relief this time. He tilts his head so can mold into your lips perfectly, you two moving in sync. He smiles into your kiss as he distinctly, and indirectly, tastes the bittersweet coffee.

Since the restless, sleepless bodies of you two couldn't last longer, you two pull away, taking in large gulps of oxygen. Looking equally dazed, he begins, "Americano tastes way better off your lips."

You chuckle as throw your head back, feeling giddy, warm, homely, even, after finally overcoming the bubbling tension you two had. "Can't believe you'd go this far just for free coffee." You raise your eyebrows as you tease him, somehow unable to wipe off your silly grin.

"This is exactly how I'm gonna prefer my morning coffee everyday from now." His gummy smile is the last thing you see before he pulls you again, your eyes closing as you kiss him back, savouring your shared aftertaste of coffee with him.

Likes and reblogs are heartily appreciated. Your words of evaluation will also mean a lot 👉👈

This is a work of fiction, entirely born out of the author's imagination. Any resemblance of it to reality is purely coincidental

The work is under copyright ©️ of Thea. All rights reserved. No part of it may be reproduced or used in any manner without permission.

[sunnynii]

THE ONE YOU NEED - JJK

after getting dumped, jungkook finally had the opportunity to swoop in and heal your broken heart.

pairing — jungkook x female reader

genre — angst, fluff, smut

word count — 2k

warnings/tags — roommates!au, confession!au, softdom!jk, sub!reader, lots of cussing, swearing, reader is angry & upset, jk is in love w you, mentions of a bummy ex, crying, very soft, so much love, touching, romantic, sexual tension, hickeys/neck kisses, first kiss, explicit smut, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, guys), penetrative sex, soft dirty talk, overall very raw and soft

a/n: something short and sweet and a little fast paced 😰

inspired by this song 💗

“Literally FUCK HIM,” you curse whilst pacing around your apartment, clear frustration evident on your face as you threw a strop. Breakups were generally easy as it took a lot for you to get attached but this one… it wasn’t going too well.

You’d been in a mood all day after your boyfriend decided to call it quits all of a sudden because he felt you were “too high maintenance” which, on its own, was pretty offensive but that didn’t really tug at your chest. The fact that he couldn’t handle your high maintenance self made you wonder if anyone could ever deal with you.

At the moment, it looked like no one could.

Jungkook, sat at the edge of your couch, merely watched you pace around with his hands clasped together over his mouth, his eyes following your every move and being cautious as to not topple you the wrong way.

He learnt the hard way; let you rant for as long as you need to and soon enough you’ll calm down.

“Calling me, of all people, ‘high maintenace’, who the fuck does he think he is?!” You aggressively turn towards Jungkook, as if directing the question to him, and you know you caught him by surprise when his mouth fell ajar, practically speechless.

“He never spent time with me, never even acknowledged me, you’d think I was dating a brick wall!”

Yeah, Jungkook knew all of that. He knew your boyfriend was an ass and only showed you attention when he wanted to fuck, which you so willingly gave to him because you always grasped at ‘romantic’ intimacy, and Jungkook hated it. He bet the guy wasn’t even that great in bed since you’d always come back the next day in an awful mood.

“I can’t believe I spent all those nights with him. He couldn’t make me cum once, it got tiring faking all those orgasms.”

That’s his doubts confirmed.

You continue to pace around, spilling all your thoughts and dramatising your hand gestures until you stopped. Jungkook looked straight at you and his features softened when he noticed how teary your eyes had become; on the verge of spilling down your cheeks. He could tell you were trying to hold in the tears, but why? You knew you could comfortably cry around him.

Right, because on many occasions, he pointed out that your boyfriend was a dick, an unappreciative one at that and you decided to ignore his opinions. Your relationship was like watching a girl in highschool chase after her much loved crush who had no interest in her. It was kinda sad and all Jungkook could do was sit back and watch you get hurt over and over again.

If you were with him, you’d never be treated like that.

He hated seeing you in this state. As someone who deserved nothing but the best, seeing you upset over a stupid ex boyfriend made him feel all sorts of things; predominately anger, but that was a given. It also pissed him off beyond words because Jungkook had every chance to swoop you into his arms and keep you to himself, but a part of him genuinely thought you were in love with the guy, so he stayed put.

“Am I really too much to handle?”

Jungkook could’ve sworn his heart broke right then and there, and it hurt more seeing you cry over something that was complete bullshit. His fist was twitching (the things he’d do to punch the living daylights out of that asshole) but you were his first priority.

“Y/N…” he starts, getting out of his seat to approach your form, which looked even more fragile now than when you were mad. “Honestly, that guy has no clue what he’s talking about,” Jungkook tries to reassure you, leaning down slightly and reaching his hand towards your face, using the pad of his thumb to wipe away the tears beneath your eyes.

The pout on your lips only became more prominent as your cheeks heated up from the kind, yet subtle gesture. That’s weird. “No guy wants a girl that’s ‘high maintenance’, is that what he’s trying to tell me? Because I know damn well he didn’t do half the shit I had planned for us—”

“—You’re not high maintenance, you’re eager,” Jungkook adds, bringing you closer to his chest so you could rest your head against him and cry to your heart’s content. “Besides, it’s not a bad thing.”

Your fist lands a punch to his chest, “Obviously it’s a bad thing if it’s the reason why my boyfriend broke up with me, stupid,” you say, through short, broken sobs.

Your roommate only chuckles, his chin resting on your head as he embraced you in his arms. “I don’t think it’s bad. I like my girls high maintenance,” Jungkook smiles ahead at the blank wall, hoping his words would be enough for you to catch on.

“You don’t mean it. You’re just saying that to make me feel better,” you grumble, looking up at him with your glassy eyes and tear stained cheeks, expecting him to make a joke about it but nope, he seemed pretty content staring at the wall like it was the love of his life.

“I think I’ve had my fair share of handling you, and I’ve done a pretty good job at it,” he shrugs, showing you a sheepish smile, “because I care that much about you and I’m willing to put in the time and effort to show you that.”

Was he saying this in a romantic or platonic way?

“Your ex was probably the guy you wanted, but we both know I’m the one you need,” Jungkook whispers softly, leaning down towards your face, and you think he’s gonna kiss you, but he stops before your lips could make contact with his.

Your silence factored out his words being false, and from that, he knew he got you. “I know you felt what I said,” he calls you out on your bluff, pulling you away from him so he could look at you properly and deem his thoughts correct. He shifts his hand over to your chest, right above your beating heart, “…Right here.”

With the way you were staring at him, you were either extremely turned on by him indirectly confessing his feelings to you, or extremely heartbroken that literally anything and everything seemed attractive to you right now.

Who were you kidding? It was all Jungkook.

You finally speak up, your voice ten times quieter than it was earlier on, “And what if I did? What does that mean?”

“I don’t need you confirm or deny it, I know you well enough to know you felt my words in more places than one,” Jungkook’s eyes dance down you body to settle where your poor cunt was jumping between your legs, making it all the more obvious that you were clenching your thighs shut.

Shit. He was good.

He laughs softly, “How could he ever leave a pretty girl like you unsatisfied?”

A part of you still wasn’t convinced by his words, “If you really wanted me, you could’ve had me by now,” you throw at him, expecting him to stutter, but Jeon Jungkook had eyes on you for a pretty long time, so he had a lot to say.

“It’s kinda hard going after a girl who was too busy chasing someone else. You know I don’t roll like that,”Jungkook tugs at your arm, urging you to turn your back towards him so he could rut himself against your lower half whilst his hands slowly, yet with so much need, trailed up and down your arms, warming you up and giving you the chance to relax. “Besides, being patient always works out in the long run.” He was adamant on showing you the love you deserved and if you were planning to be ‘high maintenance’ about it, you bet he had a couple tricks up his sleeve to deal with that.

As if it were second nature, your body was acting on its own, easing into his touch as his hand slipped under your shirt, drawing small circles over your stomach. It wasn’t much, but this is exactly what romantic intimacy felt like, and it made you wonder why the hell you weren’t with Jungkook to begin with.

A pair of soft lips were grazing against your untainted neck, leaving short, supple kisses as they dragged downwards, giving himself more room. “Did your ex ever show you love like this?” Jungkook mumbles, too caught up in kissing you, but he didn’t need to hear you say no. “Why couldn’t he cherish you, huh? I should’ve snatched you up when I got the chance, how stupid of me.”

You’re unable to respond, your senses letting you down much faster than you anticipated and you could practically feel the smirk Jungkook was sporting right now, so you turn around to face him and boy, you weren’t wrong.

“Oh, that’s got you speechless?” He wasn’t mocking you, he felt sorry for you. These past boyfriends of yours never took the opportunity to appreciate the being that was you, never took the time to touch you or show you the love he felt you were entitled to.

He would be a dead man if he didn’t just do it himself.

“Look up for me, would you?”

You hesitate at first, but before you could bask the sight of his face, Jungkook had trapped you in a slow moving kiss. It’s not too fast, nor is it too slow, but it’s just enough to ease your mind and completely take over your being as your arms reach out to snake around his neck, eagerly pulling him in to deepen the kiss.

Your forwardness reassured him that you were all for what was about to go down and before you knew it, Jungkook was holding you tightly within his embrace whilst you straddled his lap, taking his cock like you were made for it. You’d completely forgotten about your broken heart; Jungkook’s constant care and reassurance helping you to disregard today’s events and focus on him.

All these months of watching you chase after a man who didn’t deserve you, Jeon finally had you to himself.

This wasn’t going to be ‘just a quick fuck’. The last thing he wanted was for you to assume he was doing this out of pity, but no, this would simply prove just how much he yearned for you. Jungkook’s top priority was to please you first and foremost.

“Bet that asshole couldn’t fuck you like this, huh?” His tatted hands grip the flesh of your ass, squeezing generously as you whimpered on top of him, masking the illicit sounds of his cock sliding in and out of you. His hushed groans joined in as he looked down to where you both met only to see a glistening mess of your arousal coating his length.

Never in a million years did you think you’d be in this position with your roommate and you only wished you realised sooner that the one who truly cared about you was right under your nose. You felt kinda stupid letting yourself go through useless heartbreaks and dodgy boyfriends when the one you really needed was here all along.

With Jungkook burying his face into the crook of your neck, things felt incredibly raw and intimate, not to mention, you felt so full, you wouldn’t need to force yourself to fake an orgasm around him.

“Gonna come..” You breathe out, your soft walls clenching around him as your hips moved up and down on its own, this time at a much faster pace, but Jungkook was eager to see you finish by his own doing.

His suddenly lifted his hips off the couch, thrusting up in you at such a deprived pace, knowing he was hitting all the right places by the pleasured look on your face. His arms snaked around your waist, his pace unwavering, “Right there, huh? That feel good?”

You nod without hesitation, ignoring the way your inner thighs were tensing in anticipation, waiting for your high to drain you.

“Go ahead and cum, baby. I know how long he kept you waiting.”

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Man Eater Hunting | (m)

Pairing | Jungkook x Reader

Word Count | 46K (It’s a long one.)

Genre | Idol! Jungkook x “Man Eater”! Reader, Hella Smut 

Summary | Namjoon’s never very aware of what he says when he’s drunk, and this time is no exception to that rule. Unknowingly, Joon creates a chain of events that lead to his youngest member actively chasing his best friend. All under the pretense that you’re an untouchable, unpleasable, man eater. 

Index | sexual content, dirty talking, Jungkook also gets praised a lot so kind of praise kink (?), fingering (both male and female receiving, oops), oral (both male and female receiving), unprotected sex, sub! Jk for the majority, soft dom! Jk at the end, overstimulation, hair pulling, jungkook is so shy and flustered around reader, big schlong jk, jungkook pinning like never before

A/N | They fuck A LOT. Also based off my previous post: Popular Jungkook who is just DYING to get into the readers pants. But she knows this and can obviously tell, so she makes it her absolute mission to tease him to hell and back…… … and does his absolute best to make her cum until her legs give out. 

Parties were never really your thing, in high school, in college, and even into adulthood, they’ve never been very appealing to you. The loud, head splitting music, mixed with human bodies dancing and slamming into each other, and lastly the stale smell of sweat and spilt drinks is enough to make your mind reel. Namjoon, as much as you love him, is lucky that you’ve even shown up. Granted, he did tell you it would be “A small get together with my members and a few friends.” As the house continues to fill with bodies, you now realize that he’s used his intelligence to trick you into coming.

There’s happy birthday signs strung up above the door frames, balloons tied to table centerpieces, and shiny streamers littered all over the house. Namjoon himself is wearing a crown (that you bought him as a joke), and a sash that reads an obnoxiously immature BIRTHDAY BOY!!! that came with the crown. Admittedly, despite it being his birthday, he does look a bit ridiculous as he welcomes guests in. 

From the couch, you watch and laugh at some of the guests’ reactions to Namjoon’s outfit. Some aren’t surprised in the slightest, giving him a warm embrace before immediately making their way inside. Most people head for the kitchen, making themselves some sort of alcoholic drink before socializing. However, other’s are clearly taken back by his outfit, wide eyes beginning to question his choices. You can hear a faint, “How much money did it take to convince you to wear this?” from the door, causing you to smile. Namjoon answers with a heartwarming, “Y/N bought it for me.” This makes you smile even harder, watching your best friend since freshman year in college. 

Eventually, everyone is filtered in and mingling, finally giving Joon a break from his hosting job. Namjoon is holding your hands, dragging you up from the couch before you even have a chance to argue with him. “Jungkook is here, you gotta meet him!” Namjoon yells over the music, dragging you to the youngest member you’ve yet to have the privilege to meet. Every time you’ve visited Joon, Jungkook was always scheduled to do something else. You’ve never really thought much of it, assuming that you’d meet whenever you got the chance to. 

“Namjoon-Hyung!” Is yelled over the music, causing both you and Joon to spin around almost immediately. You can see the smile on Namjoon’s face even in the dark, Joon dragging you by the hand over to the voice. While you did hear it, you’re unsure of who it was as the mass of bodies collided with one another. 

“Jungkook! I was just coming to look for you. I want to introduce you to my friend from college, we’ve been good friends for years now. Jungkook, this is Y/N, Y/N, this is Jungkook, the youngest member of our group.” Namjoon quickly introduces you, a bright smile adorning his face throughout the entire interaction. “Y/N’s met everyone but you, Kook. You’re always so busy whenever she comes around.”

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𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔?

≡ s.rintarou x f!reader

↳ If your boyfriend asked for a kiss through facetime would you accept or reject his advances? and what if he [redacted … ] ?

tw/cw: fluff. minor cursing. reader is called : girlfriend, my girl, baby, babe

✉ notes: this is a re-upload from my old blog (๑•ᴗ•๑) !! even if this is your second time reading, I hope you can still enjoy it again (( : 

“Kiss me,” Rintarou bluntly asked, his voice weak as if all his energy has been stripped to his bare bones, yet his eyes still blazed with desire.

“YN… kiss me, I’m miserable. About to die almost.” He bugged again.

“Rin, I can’t. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but we’re on facetime, do you want me to kiss you through the screen? And plus, you’re fine… you’re always overreacting,” you smiled back.

“Rude. And yes you can, just give me a kiss, come on” he countered, eyes sleepy and face relaxed, where a fine line of exhaustion lingered just underneath his eyes as he puckered his lips close to his camera lens for you to kiss.

“Oh my god… do your teammates know you’re this clingy?” You giggled, rejecting his advances for a virtual kiss as you quickly took a screenshot.

“…. don’t you fucking dare YN… and no, they will never know because I’m not clingy. This is love, and you just rejected my love.”

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𝕮𝖆𝖗𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖊 𝕮𝖆𝖌𝖊

pairing: Hawks/Keigo Takami x gn!reader

word count: 0.9k

warnings: cockwarming, teeny bit of praise kink, soft sex, being wrapped up pretty snug in his wings,

notes: ty to @bakugous-sandbag for thirsting with me about snuggling up by the fire with Keigo & just always indulging/putting up with me in general <3

I am so sickeningly in love with this bird man sdgsdfs

"Be a good bird and move f'me. Just a little, yeah?" Keigo coos into your ear, warm hands exploring every exposed inch of your body, setting your skin ablaze despite the chill trying to seep into the room. The blaze from the roaring hearth and the plush rug beneath you has only helped so much, but this. This is the type of warmth that bleeds into your bones.

You can't help but to obey such a saccharine request. Your hips begin to grind and it feels so good. It's a glorious reward for the both of you after sitting still in his lap for so long, faithfully keeping his member cozy and warm. The way he twitches inside you upon finally discovering some sweet, sweet friction is intoxicating. It spurs you on to see the way it's driving him wild—and you've hardly moved yet.

"That's it, baby. Yeah...jus' like that. Fuck," he curses through grit teeth and you can see his Adam's apple bob, feel the gentle breeze from the way his wings ruffle and flutter behind him. Golden irises that are normally so sharp soften, unfocusing and becoming hazy with desire as his attention turns solely to the feeling of you wrapped so tightly around his throbbing cock.

"Kei," you whisper to coax those golden eyes to your face, a warm smile pulling at the corners of your lips and his, as well.

"What is it, baby?" He asks in a dulcet tone. The noise is like smooth velvet tickling your skin while his nose nuzzles so delicately against yours as you trade your sensuous sounds.

"I love you," you reply as easily and with as much certainty as you've ever said anything in your life.

And even though it isn't the first time that he's heard you say such a wonderful thing, he still reacts like it is.

His fingertips glide along your back, traveling up so that he can fully encircle you in his arms and pull you flush to his chest to cradle you like the treasure that you are. The one that he still can't believe he's found. He'd once compared it to stumbling across the Fountain of Youth. He hadn't ever bothered to search for a love like yours, because he had no reason to believe that it even existed and yet here you are, breathing new life into him every single day.

The orange glow of the fire is drowned out by red. A carmine cage of comfort and kindness coming to swallow you whole as the welcoming plumage of his wings ensnares your body. You quickly decide that there's no safer place than right here, folded in the arms of your lover, your hips moving in tandem with his as you both give and take, exchanging a never-dwindling amount of love and passion between your melded forms.

"I love you more," he breathes, a rasp to his voice.

His hips shift upwards with enough force to bounce you in his lap and his toned arms seize you a little tighter, catching you while he shifts his weight forward and lowers you gently into a down bed of his own design.

"K-Keigo," you gasp at the change. The new position offers you a different sensation that makes the hair on the back of your neck stand up and inspires prickles down your spine, causing you to shiver against his sensitive wings.

"I know," he promises, a soothing shush.

And he does. He knows exactly what you want and he gives it to you generously. His abs flex, drawing taut while his perfect form collides with yours. Hips rolling, steady and smooth as the waves of the tide lapping at the soaked sand of the shore.

"C'mon, baby," he murmurs as he leans in to kiss along your jaw, feathering kisses to that sensitive part of your neck that makes you shudder when he slides his tongue against it. You can tell that he's close and he knows that you are too.

Your features contort, drawing up tight before you explode. Your eyes pop open, your jaw feels like it might become unhinged from the sheer force with which you open it to cry out, "Keigo!"

The symphony of noises that you bless his ears with drives his tempo faster. The sound drives him insane. It guides him right up to the precipice of madness and demands that he move his hips faster, lest he vault straight over the edge of that cliff.

"Shit, baby," he chokes the words out as he follows you into oblivion, mindlessly driving himself into you again and again while he clings to the sound of you still sobbing so sweetly for him.

He gradually slows his pace, stilling his hips once it starts to feel so good that it nearly hurts. He rolls onto his side, keeping you wound up in his wings and his reliable arms to pull you in once again. Always trying to get just a little closer.

"I love you," he offers up another resolute reminder, lips moving against your forehead while the pads of his fingers whisper the same promise against your heated skin in their own way.

His heartbeat thuds against your ear. Your smile grows against his chest. His wings finally unfurl and his arms lazily drape around your form, but you feel no less held by him. No less protected. No less loved in the aftermath.

"I love you more."

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btw atsumu as a brother in law is absolutely insufferable. he helps you w grocery shopping one day because osamu is busy with restaurant things and someone compliments the toddler you’re pushing in your stroller. “they’re so cute!!” and atsumu—absolutely terrible cheeky no good atsumu—is immediately leaving his spot behind the cart he’s pushing and tugging you in with an arm wrapped around your shoulder, smiling real wide as he says “thanks! don’t we make such pretty babies?” and poor you, you’re babbling as you shove him off of you trying to explain to this complete stranger that this man is not your husband and definitely not the father of your child and they’re just looking at you like you’re crazy because the kid in the stroller looks exactly like the man who’s now laughing his ass off while leaning on a shopping cart

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𝗘𝗫!𝗛𝗨𝗦𝗕𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗗𝗜𝗟𝗨𝗖 !

˖˚˳⊹ ex!husband diluc feat. diluc x fem! reader

˖˚˳⊹ warnings: nsfw : possessive and toxic behavior

ex!husband diluc who‘s telling you that you can stay at his mansion as long as you want, even after the divorce, never making you return the keys to his home.

ex!husband diluc who‘s still calling you his wife in front of his staff because he keeps forgetting you‘re in fact, not his wife anymore.

ex!husband diluc who wears his wedding ring around his neck so it’s close to his heart and he‘ll always have it by him without having to be concerned of you seeing it.

ex!husband diluc who‘s still buying you your favorite food and drinks, bringing it to you while you‘re at work or placing it on your nightstand so you can pick it up before leaving to go after your duties for the day.

ex!husband diluc who‘ll always complain about kaeya because he knows you‘ll always listen to whatever he has on his heart.

ex!husband diluc who‘s barging in whenever you encounter a conversation with another guy at his tavern, because he‘s jealous as fuck and can‘t stand to see you with someone else.

ex!husband diluc who‘s still very much in love with you, always teasing and flirting, pinching your cheeks whenever you look at him with those pleasing eyes of yours.

ex!husband diluc who‘ll barge into the guestroom in his mansion where you were sleeping in, asking if he could sleep next to you since he‘s still not used to being alone again.

ex!husband diluc who‘ll leave wet kisses on your neck while he‘s spooning you, softly running his fingertips over your exposed back and waiting until goosebumps are showing themselves on your body.

ex!husband diluc who‘ll kiss you with such intensity once you turn around, burning tongue discovering every nook and cranny of your body.

ex!husband diluc who‘ll tell you you‘re all his while he eats out your cunt, his words vibrating against your messy folds while he gradually brings you to a breathtaking orgasm only he‘s able to coat out of you.

ex!husband diluc who adores when you ride him while he kneads the soft flesh of your ass, pinching your nipples and calling you his pretty wife.

ex!husband diluc who‘ll hold your hand while he‘s pounding into your messy cunt until you‘re a fucked out masterpiece, spread out on the bed only for him to relish in.

ex!husband diluc who‘ll always offer you the best aftercare, giving you a massage which will end up in him fucking you doggy style again.

ex!husband character event

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