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lyneira · 1 year

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♤ can I be deep inside of your love? ♤

SMUT - MINORS DNI

-> after you both climax, he decides to stay buried inside of you. Why?

fem!reader x genshin men / cw: unprotected sex, breeding kink, creampie, cockwarming

Wants to ensure you're having his babies

ZHONGLI, Ayato, Childe, Gorou

He'll keep himself buried deep inside you even after blowing his load into you because this man is MAKING SURE that you'll be pregnant with his child after this night (with your consent of course). He had already came in you so much that his seed was oozing out of your hole, to his dismay. And of course it would. Because even now, he was still managing to empty the rest of himself out into you as he further buried himself in your core.

As he's basking in your warmth, he's also basking in delight, rubbing small circles at your hip with his thumb as thoughts of you carrying his child run through his head. Imagining you with your belly swollen and round and seeing you with that special glow, gosh, the thought makes him swoon. You'd look so beautiful. It all excites him so, that he plants a tender, loving kiss to your lips, and whispers,

"There's no one else that I'd make the mother of my children other than you, my love...you'll make such a beautiful mommy"

He feels the closest to you like this

KAVEH, Kazuha, Baizhu, Thoma

Just because he's finished blowing his load into you doesn't mean he's done with you. He feels that this next part, where he's simply buried inside you, is just as significant as the previous act of thrusting his love into you.

This unity you both had made: joined together as one, bodies pressed up against one another's, hands intertwined, his lips locked on yours, tongues dancing with each other, and him sheathed deeply inside you. This is where he feels the closest to you, both physically and emotionally, eyes looking into each other's with such vulnerability and love. Relishing in this feeling, he doesn't dare pull away. He views this union as romantic and meaningful as it was a declaration of love for you of an intimate nature, so he'd find it so insensitive to pull out immediately.

He also hopes to leave you with his warmth for as long as he can, just as you have enveloped him and given him warmth. He'd want to hold you like this for the rest of the night.

Loves the feeling

Venti, Heizou, Itto, Kaeya

Similar to the previous category, it simply feels so warm, so cozy, and so comfortable inside of you that he wouldn't want to pull out right away. He also wants to relish the feeling of being inside you, and he'd stay inside you for longer than you'd expect. Won't you let him be selfish a bit? Just feel the way his length was beautifully melded into your core. Wouldn't you want to stay like this too? He desires your touch and your heat for much longer.

He'll embrace you tightly the whole time, and if you begin to squirm, asking if he's done yet, he'll mumble into your neck, "No...just a little bit longer please...You feel too good", and he'll start leaving kisses up and down your neck and jaw to soothe you.

When the time comes that he has to pull out, he'll realize that he should do this more often. Maybe while you two are simply enjoying the time, not doing much, he'll think of pulling you onto his lap and slipping himself inside of you. He'd have a more enjoyable time and would make sure you would too.

Needless to say, cockwarming him would be a frequent thing between you two ;)

He can't

Alhaitham, Albedo, Cyno, Tighnari

Exhausted from his release, he initially tries to pull out of you. Yet, with your legs wrapped tightly around him and with your pussy still squeezing him and sucking him in so good, he just can't. He might have asked you to let up, but he couldn't find himself doing that either. It's not like he really wants to anyway. And with your pussy begging for his cock like that, who was he to resist?

He lets out heavy moans as you overstimulate his cock with each spasm and contraction of your walls tightening around him. The feeling of it all was terribly addictive and made him feel yet another high, an even more intense one at that. It's so intense that he finds himself pouring even more of his essence into you that he didn't know he had left.

A ring of his cum and yours was now formed at the hilt of his cock, the sight of it turning him on again Another round wouldn't hurt, would it? (You two wouldn't go one round; you two would go multiple rounds afterwards, and the cycle would repeat, heh)

Does it out of possessiveness

Scaramouche, Xiao, Diluc, Dainsleif

After releasing, you'd expect him to pull out, but he'd do the opposite. He'll grab you by your thighs and pull you in towards him while thrusting himself further into you, feeling as the mixture of your essence and his gushes out of your hole and stains his cock. More importantly, you'd also notice how desperately he'd cling to you: how he’d tightly hold your thighs at his sides, how his fingernails were digging into your skin, how deeply he was trying to bury himself into you, deepening his kiss to your core so lovingly.

Looking at your flushed face, all tired out, you couldn't look any more beautiful to him even like this; that expression, your touch, your warmth, your moans, your pussy, and most of all, your love was his. The entirety of you was his and his alone.

Under gritted teeth, he'd mutter, "You're mine, you know that?", holding you even closer as he feels you squeeze around him perfectly.

But when you gazed upon his face- oh, that look. It was so vulnerable. The way he looked into your eyes sought reassurance and was pleading, "Please never let me go...I'm yours and no one else's...and I give all of myself to you and only you"

So please tell him tenderly, "I know", and watch as relief washes over him, releasing his grip on your thighs to embrace you protectively. He'll then whisper a delicate, "I love you so much", into your ear, and won't be letting go of you for a while.

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travellingarmy · 11 months

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Malleus Draconia

Warning(s): NSFW. Minors do not interact.

Just a short drabble.

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Malleus thinks you’re cute.

He thinks your especially cute when you give him shy smiles, an angelic giggle, the flirtatious bat of the eyes directed his way.. The list continues and even he himself is not so sure if he can list them all in this lifetime despite his long lifespan.

And in these moments, a low chuckle that comes from deep within his chest will usually be the response to all the little actions. Just like now, as a chuckle reverberates in your ears crystal clear from how close his breath was to your ears. There were no distance between you two. Having said that, your bear back is pressed against his muscular chest and you writhing in his hold. “Hah.. Aren’t you adorable, child of man?” His arms were on both sides of you and planting both of your hands onto the mattress beneath.

You grit your teeth to stop anymore drool from pooling onto the sheets with your eyes rolled as far as it could to the back of your head, but there honestly was no point now that the sheets have been already stained with your cum from the couple of rounds beforehand. It was only ever your cum that stains the sheets. Not once had he cum yet. It was unbelievable, honestly, at the stamina of draconic faes and how his cock is still hard and mercilessly pounding into you all this time.. Or could this just be him? You don’t dwell on it, too focused on getting to your next release, and that wasn’t too far since at every thrust, he penetrates the back of your walls, making your legs tingle with numbness.

“No need to stifle those moans, my love.” Ah, yes, your moans. He finds the cute sounds you make pleasant music to his ears.. Sounds only he could produce from you. No one else. This would be something he should put down at the top of the list of the things he finds so cute about about you.

He turns your head towards him and he inserts his snake-like tongue inside your mouth, tasting the strawberry cake you had with him just early in the afternoon when you joined him for lunch. Without breaking eye contact, he notices the little tears that lie dormant at the corner of your eyes and the wet cheeks. Cute. His little bird is shedding silent tears at the overstimulation he's giving but still so greedily wants more. His hands moves from your hips to your waist in a repeated motion, silent words saying to be patient and that you will soon have your release. He also thinks you're cute even when you cry so no matter what you do, it will be adorable in his eyes.

Malleus Draconia thinks you're cute. But most important of all is that he thinks you’re cuter when you’re in a disheveled state and crying beneath him, begging for more of him.

“I think I like you most like this.”

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hwanghyunjinenthusiast · 1 year

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Between the pages

AN: Shoutout to Indigo for violently thrusting me back into my Namjoon feelings. This has been a long time in the making.

Synopsis: If anyone asks, Professor Kim is definitely not crushing on the pretty librarian he spends all of his free time with on campus.

Heads up: Kim Namjoon x Fem! Reader, friends to lovers, so much pining, Non-Idol AU, University professor! Namjoon, Librarian! Reader, Reader wears glasses and Namjoon thinks it's hot, alcohol and alcohol consumption, Reader kisses Namjoon without his explicit consent at first, dirty talk, fingering (f. receiving), Reader sucks on Namjoon's fingers post fingering, praise kink (f. receiving), unprotected piv sex and creampie.

Word count: 4535

I will block you if you are a minor and/or have no easily visible indication of your age on your blog if you interact with me in any way.

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Namjoon tries to convince himself that the reason a smile immediately graces his face when he enters his department's library is because of his love for knowledge. That's it. That's all.

It definitely has nothing to do with getting the opportunity to see and talk to the very attractive head librarian. Nope. Nothing of the sort.

"What's got you all smiley? Found a new favourite philosophy journal?"

Namjoon studiously ignores the way his heart stutters in his chest. He turns around to face you directly and is once again caught off-guard at how ridiculously attractive you manage to look in a simple pencil skirt and flowy blouse. Your glasses framing your warm eyes, and your glossed lips quirked upwards in amusement.

God, he had it so bad.

"Am I not allowed to simply smile for the sake of smiling?" He asks with a grin of his own, the two of you seamlessly falling into step as you make your way to your office where he was initially headed.

"Answering a question with a question is deflection, Professor Kim," you respond with a good-natured poke to his arm. He jokingly rubs the spot, "Violence and referring to me as Professor Kim? Y/n I thought we were friends. I'm hurt."

He doesn't miss the way you roll your eyes with that unfairly pretty smile on your face as you hold your office door open for him, "I never took you to be one for dramatics, Namjoon."

Namjoon feels little better than a schoolboy with his first crush. Warmth flooding his face at the way you say his name. He just hopes his body wouldn't hate him enough to make his blush obvious or, you'd give him the curtsey of not mentioning it.

"Clearly you don't know me all that well then, Miss y/l/n. Seems like all this hiding out in each others' offices might've been for nothing," he retorts, making himself comfortable on the lounge chair by the window you'd both unofficially agreed upon was his. He tries not to think too deeply about that.

Typically you'd join him by the window, but you opt to prop yourself up on your desk, and Namjoon's tongue turns to sand in his mouth. Your already figure-hugging skirt sits tighter on your hips and thighs somehow, even riding up enough for Namjoon to feel the need to take a generous sip from his trusted water bottle.

"Wow really? My surname? Now you're being petty, Joon," you say before taking your first bite of your lunch.

It had become a habit for the two of you to meet for lunch whenever possible. Usually alternating between offices or whoever was closer to the other's side of the campus on a particular day. Namjoon thinks it's partly during these lunch sessions that the seeds of his feelings for you were planted. Though he hasn't quite decided how to unpack that can of worms yet, he wouldn't trade these moments with you for the world.

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Namjoon can't stand these end of year functions, but he attends because he knows it'd be a terrible look if he didn't. He does have other people in the department he's friendly with, but they definitely don't outweigh how tedious these functions can be.

He's standing somewhat awkwardly in the back of the room nursing a glass of juice (because of fucking course they wouldn't be serving any alcohol) when he first spots you. Namjoon knows you're beautiful. It's a fact that he's violently reminded of every time he sees you. However, he's never seen you like this. He thought your pencil skirts were form-fitting, but the way the red dress you're wearing now cups your ass and hugs your hips has the blood rushing to his dick at record-breaking speed. He's never seen so much of you at once, a hint of cleavage peaking out and the dress coming to a stop mid-thigh. To make it all worse (or better, depending on one's perspective), you're still wearing your glasses.

Namjoon is just happy he hasn't spontaneously combusted yet, honestly.

The bright smile that spreads across your face when you spot him and make your way over to him makes him feel more nervous than he has in ages. Which is saying something considering how tongue-tied he gets around you in general.

"Joon, thank god. I'm so happy you're here. These functions are always so boring," you say as you pull him into a hug. Instinctively, he wraps an arm around you, his body moving before his brain can fully process you pressed against him and your perfume invading his senses. God, you smell delicious.

"I'm glad to see you too. Yeah, I've been entertaining myself with a glass of juice for the past 30ish minutes. Having the time of my life," he responds sarcastically but makes sure he's not loud enough for anyone to hear him other than you. These functions may suck, but Namjoon has no desire to sour his relationships with his colleagues.

The mischievous smile that graces your face makes his palms sweat, "Want to get out of here? I have a bottle of wine I've been saving in my office."

"Wine in your office? That's pretty unprofessional of you, Miss Librarian," he responds with a grin.

"Well, I've been keeping it for a time like this. Unless you're content to sip on juice all night and make small talk about semester plans," you retort, mirth twinkling in your eyes.

"It has been almost 2 hours, so it wouldn't be a bad look if we excused ourselves now..." he reasons, and honestly he could use a drink right now.

"Glad to see you're on board. You're always so serious and responsible, I'm a little surprised you agreed," you say with a small snort, grabbing his arm and steering him towards the door.

You two say goodnight to everyone who crosses your path, and Namjoon resists the urge to roll his eyes at the grins and thumbs ups that Hoseok and Seokjin give him.

"I'm not that uptight," he argues a little defensively when you two are finally by yourselves.

"There's nothing wrong with being responsible. It's a big reason why I think you're such a loved and respected professor. I just think you could stand to let go sometimes," you say and, Namjoon's heart is trying its best to beat out of his chest.

You think he's loved and respected? You think he's a good professor?

He knows he doesn't need your validation, but it means the world to him all the same. The genuine sincerity and concern in your voice making it challenging for him to find his words.

"I plan to let go a little tonight. I think you're a bad influence," he jokes, playfully shoving you with his arm.

"I'm a fantastic influence. That's why you spend so much time with me," you retort with another one of those cute, amused snorts. Unlocking the door to the library when you two arrive quicker than Namjoon expected.

"I spend so much time with you because Hoseok's unending optimism and positivity drains my energy," he fires back, closing the door behind him once you enter the library before him.

"Hoseok's a sweetheart. You're just grumpy and overly jaded," you respond, leading the way to your office.

He tries not to feel too jealous hearing you refer to Hoseok as a sweetheart. You're not wrong. It's fair to refer to him as such, but it's still not exactly pleasant to hear.

"Me? Grumpy? Overly jaded? I'm delightful!" He says in mock offence, settling himself in his chair and watching you pull out the bottle of wine and two coffee mugs. Biting back a groan when he takes in how amazingly your dress hugs your ass.

"I never said you weren't delightful. I wouldn't be offering my treasured wine stash to you if I didn't at the bare minimum like you," you argue with a light laugh as you fill up your respective mugs.

"You just used the wine to bribe me to sneak out with you. I'm flattered nonetheless," he says with a laugh of his own, graciously accepting the generously filled mug you offer. He's severely unprepared for you to take a seat on the arm of his chair, your thigh brushing against him as you get comfortable.

Namjoon is starting to think this isn't a smart idea after all.

"Have you spending time with Seokjin? Is that why you've been so theatrical lately?" You ask with a smile before taking a generous sip from your mug, your pleased hum affecting him more than it had any right to.

"I'm just seeing this for what it is," he says, taking a swing from his own mug. Sweet. Seems like you enjoy your rosé. He makes a note of that for any future gifts.

"Sure, Joon," you respond, patting his shoulder. Taking another sip from your glass, licking your lips to chase the remnants of the wine. The wine is only worsening the hazy sensation he feels seeing the action and the slight smudging of your lipstick.

"Your lipstick looks nice," he spits out and immediately cringes at himself. Resisting the urge to rest his face in his hands as warmth floods his face. What the fuck was wrong with him? Surely it wasn't the singular sip of wine he took.

"Oh," you say, sounding surprised, "Thank you. You know I'm not one for make-up, but I thought why not since it's a special occasion. I'm glad you like it. I didn't take you for one to notice," you finish, playfully nudging his arm with your thigh.

Namjoon takes a generous sip of his wine before responding.

"I always notice these kinds of things when it comes to you and, you look pretty," he says before panicking at the implications of his words, "Not that you don't look pretty without the lipstick. You look pretty all the time. It's just-"

"I got it, Joon," you laugh, taking a drink from your own mug, and Namjoon definitely doesn't notice how appealing your neck looks. He needs to get his shit together. He's too old to be this flustered talking to a pretty woman. Well, you're more than just that, but that's besides the point.

"I'm flattered that you think I'm pretty. I didn't know you thought of me that way," you say so quietly that Namjoon has to strain to hear you. You look almost...shy? Completely unlike the sarcastic, confident woman he's become familiar with. It's cute. You're cute.

"I think you're beautiful honestly but, it's not exactly like I can just drop it in casual conversation," he says, surprised by his own confidence but, he's already called you pretty. What more does he have to lose?

"Kim Namjoon, are you flirting with me?" You ask with a smile behind your mug, but he can still see what he thinks is shyness in your expression.

"Is it so bad to flirt with the prettiest librarian on campus?" He asks, taking satisfaction in the stunned look on your face, your lips parting as you sit there just staring at him.

He watches you flounder with your words, a very private part of him enjoying being the one to fluster you for once.

"You think I'm the prettiest librarian on campus?" You ask quietly, as if you can't quite believe what's he saying to you right now. In your defence, he can't quite believe what he's saying to you right now either. He has the feeling that he's reached a crossroads now. Whatever he says to you now might change the nature of your relationship entirely, and Namjoon is tired of being a coward.

"I think you're the prettiest librarian I've ever met," he says with so much seriousness that there's no possible way you could misunderstand his words for lighthearted bantering. His heart bouncing off the walls of his chest as he waits for you to say something. Anything.

"Namjoon," is all you seem to muster at the moment, wide eyes still locked on him.

"You don't have to reciprocate my feelings, y/n. I've liked you for some time now, but I'd never put my feelings before yours and before this friendship. You mean too much for me to do that. I'm so sorry if I made you uncomfortable -" you promptly shut Namjoon up by cupping his face and pressing a searing kiss to his lips.

Well, it seems like it's his turn to be stunned.

His eyes widen as you seemingly pour everything you have into his kiss, your hold on his face tightening momentarily before you pull away. All Namjoon can do is stare at you. Looking unfairly attractive as you struggle to catch your breath and your glasses look slightly askew.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have just kissed you. I just-I couldn't find the words to tell you that I like you too in the moment. I'm sorry," you say in a single breath, and Namjoon has to strain to catch all of your words. However, panic hits him when your words do finally register.

"No, hey, it's okay. I was just surprised, is all. It's not every day the woman of your dreams kisses you. Give a guy a minute to recover," he jokes, reaching for your smaller hand and giving it a reassuring squeeze. Your hand squeezes his back, and frankly, Namjoon is just impressed that he's managed to remain conscious through this all.

"Woman of your dreams? Namjoon, please," you whine somewhat embarrassed, and that just endears you to him more.

"It's true," he says and means ever word of it.

"If you keep looking at me like that and speaking like that, I might just have to kiss you again," you respond playfully, resting your mug on the small coffee table.

"Is that a promise?" He fires back with a grin of his own, following suit.

"You're so annoying," you retort with an affectionate eye roll before you press your lips against his once more. This time, he's better prepared and more than ready to reciprocate. One of his hands tentatively resting on your thigh as angle yourself better to deepen the kiss. The feeling of your tongue against his own sending sparks down his spine. Arousal pooling in his gut, fed by all the little moans and whimpers you let out.

"Is this okay?" You ask breathlessly when you straddle him, your chair barely big enough to fit the two of you, but Namjoon isn't going to complain any time soon. Your soft thighs press against his and he's almost completely certain that your panty covered pussy is pressing against him.

"Yeah," his brain pulls itself together enough to spit out before weaving his fingers into your hair and, tugging you down for another earth-shattering kiss. Months' worth of desire and frustration pouring out of him. His other hand tentatively holding your hip in place all while he hopes his erection isn't too obvious to you.

He can tell the moment you feel it because you still against him momentarily. "Shit, I'm sorry. We don't have to do anything you don't want. It's just a natural reaction-"

"Joon, breathe. It's okay," you giggle, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth. "I want this. I'm just as excited as you are," you breathe, taking his much bigger hand in yours and guiding it up your ridiculously soft thighs. A quiet moan falling from your lips when his fingertips make contact with your wet panties.

Namjoon wonders what heroic acts he committed in his past lives to find himself here.

"You're already so wet," he breathes, fingers lightly running along your slit. Lidded eyes taking in the way your lips part to let out moans and your hips buck into his touch. Your fingernails digging into his shoulder when he's certain he's found your clit and uses that information to his advantage.

"You don't have to ah say that out loud, y'know," you respond, but any sarcasm that would typically be present in your voice is replaced by breathy whimpers. Namjoon thinks he much prefers them. As much as your quick-wit is one of his favourite aspects of your personality, he's finding that he immensely enjoys rendering you speechless.

"Why not, baby? You are so wet for me already, though. I could always stop," he trails off, stopping the movement of his fingers and keeping them pressed against you. A smirk spreading across his face when you whine and squirm in his lap.

"You're being mean," and fuck if the desperate edge to your voice doesn't shoot straight to his dick. Deciding to be merciful this time around, his fingers continue rubbing over your wet slit over your panties. Kissing along your jaw and neck as you whimper and grind against him in search of friction.

"Joon, please. Touch me di-directly," you hiccup, pressing yourself firmly against his fingers. Your nails digging into his shoulders. He had no idea you'd be so needy and desperate. He briefly wonders if you're always like this or if this is all because of him. His self-esteem certainly hopes it's the latter.

"You're so cute when you're needy," he rumbles against your throat, canines brushing the skin there while his fingers push your panties to the side. He thinks he'll remember the strangled gasp that flies from your lips when his fingers make contact with your clit as long as he lives.

He knew you were wet before, but he's severely unprepared for the effect feeling said wetness for himself has on him. His cock already leaking pre-cum where it rests untouched underneath you. Teasing you is a double-edged sword. You're not the only one becoming desperate here.

"Namjoon," you whine, "Please, please let me feel your fingers. It hurts. Please-" your begging is cut off by a sharp moan when he finally concedes and pushes two fingers inside of you. How can he say no when you sound so beautiful for him? He's just a man.

He tugs you into another messy kiss while he fucks you on his fingers to distract himself. He feels like he'll lose his mind soon if he doesn't feel you around his cock soon. Groaning into your mouth at how harshly your velvety walls grip his fingers as he familiarises himself with the spots that make you moan louder and hold onto him tighter.

The whimper you press against his lips when his thumb finds your clit and rubs slow circles against it is immaculate. In the dead of night when he'd fantasised about having you like this, he hadn't considered how sensitive and pliant you are. Reality is significantly better than any of his dreams.

"Joo-Joon, I- ah I'm," you whine out, your glasses slightly skewed and foggy on your face while you ride his fingers and chase your release. Namjoon doesn't think he's seen anything more erotic in his entire life.

"Are you going to cum for me?" The gruff edge to his voice or perhaps the question seems to do it for you because before he knows it you're holding onto to him for dear life and he has to slot his mouth over yours to silence your suddenly sharp cries. His cock pulsing as he feels your walls hold onto his fingers so tightly that he can barely move them anymore and, your wetness drips down his palm.

"That's a good girl. You did so well for me," he says, kissing your neck and shoulder softly as he waits for you to come back to him. He takes notice of the way your walls momentarily clench from what he assumes is the praise. Well. He'd happily give you all the praise you wanted.

"You're ridiculously good with your fingers," you mutter, cupping his face and kissing him as though you have all the time in the world. Something dangerously close to love for you swells in him from the affection you pour into the kiss. You rest your forehead against his when you pull away, a small smile playing on your bruised lips.

"Thank you," is all his brain can come with right now with his fingers still nestled inside of you and being harder than he ever has been in his entire life.

"Would it be okay if I sucked you off?"

You're trying to kill him. This is what this is. An elaborate plot to end his life in an instant.

His cock very much likes the sound of that, however.

"You don't have to do that,"

"I know. I want to,"

He closes his eyes and tries to gain his bearings for a few seconds.

"Maybe next time. I don't want to cum in your mouth right now,"

The pout on your lips is surprising and unfairly attractive, "Why not?"

You really were going to make him spell it out for you, aren't you?

"I'd rather cum while I'm inside of you,"

His jaw clenches when he feels your walls clamp down on his fingers once more, a barely there whimper falling from your lips, "Kim Namjoon, you're going to be the death of me."

Funny you should say that because the feeling is mutual.

He does laugh at that. Pressing a kiss against your cheek, "And you think I'm dramatic. We can just stop here if you don't want to. Plus, I don't have any condoms on hand. I wasn't exactly...anticipating all of this."

"What in the world would make you think I'd want to stop now?" You ask, sounding genuinely baffled, "And on the topic of birth control, I'm on the pill."

His eyes close then, and he can't bite back a groan. You would really let him fuck you raw? He's not sure if you're insane for suggesting it or if he's insane for seriously considering it.

"If you're not comfortable with that we can just stop here. I'm not in a rush," you reassure him, pressing a soft kiss to his temple and it's then that Namjoon thinks he may lose his mind if he doesn't have you right now.

Without a word, he pulls you into another earth titling kiss, grinning against your mouth when you grip his fingers like a vice when he tugs on your hair and nips your lip. "You really don't know what you do to me," he breathes, easing his fingers out of you and chuckling darkly at the way you whimper from the loss. He might be pushing his luck here, but "Open."

He watches through lidded eyes as you eagerly suck on his fingers coated in your wetness. Your lashes fluttering behind your glasses and, your soaked slit grinding down on him in search of some sort of friction. "Such a good girl," he praises, kissing you while his hands fumble with his belt and the buttons of his pants. Relief coursing through him when manages to finally free himself. His cock slapping against his shirt covered stomach unceremoniously.

Your reaction to seeing him does fantastic things for his ego.

"You're...bigger than I anticipated," you breathe out, your eyes laser focused on his dick while your hands absentmindedly tug on his hair. "You thought about my dick? I'm flattered," he says with a smirk likely a touch too smug but, he can't help it. It's not every day the woman of your dreams casually mentions that she's fantasised about you and you have her spread out across your lap.

"I've thought about more than your dick but, it's featured in a fantasy or two," you laugh breathlessly, squirming in his lap.

"Well, I shouldn't keep you waiting any longer then,"

When you slowly start to sink down on him, Namjoon knows he's a goner. His hands grip your soft hips for dear life as your warm, wet walls gradually accommodate him inch by inch. He's not sure where he wants to look more. Your pretty pussy stretching around him or the blissed out look on your beautiful face right now.

His hand impatiently tugs your dress down and he takes a hard nipple in his mouth both to distract you from the discomfort and, for the simple want to. His head spins when your pussy clenches around him at the contact. Needy hands tugging on his hair while you moan from the sensations.

"Nam-Namjoon," you moan out so brokenly and, he's pretty sure he's never heard a more beautiful sound. He might be inlove with you actually but, he shoves that thought aside as soon as it arises.

He grits his teeth when you slowly rise up and sink back down on him again, your nails biting into him as you try your best to establish a steady rhythm. "You're so beautiful," he groans as he watches you bounce on his cock. He didn't intend for that thought to slip out but, he doesn't regret in the slightest when he watches your eyelids flutter and your pussy tightens around him.

You can't even coherently respond to him. Too lost in your own pleasure and the feeling of his cock to string together a sentence at the moment. Not that Namjoon can really blame you. Your walls are like a vice around him, and he feels his release approaching dangerously quickly. There's no way he's going to cum without atleast getting you to cum for him one more time.

One of his hands tugs on your hair to pull you down for another heated kiss. All teeth and tongue and spit. While the other reaches between your thighs, the corners of his mouth ticking up when you gasp against him as his fingers draw quick circles on your clit. Thankfully, he's a fast learner.

He nearly bites down on your lip when you cum. Velvety walls clenching and spasming around him while you cling onto him for purchase. I mean, is it really a shock that it doesn't take much more than that for him to follow suit?

Groans and stuttered curses leaving his lips when pulses inside of you. The symphony of your sounds of pleasure and heavy breathing all that can be heard as he fills you. Holding you to him while he rides out his intense release. He doesn't think he's ever cum this hard in his entire life. Guess that's what happens when you cum inside the love of your life.

Pushing that insane thought aside once more, he loosens his hold on you when he regains feeling in his body. The sticky combination of your releases dribbling out of you and down his groin but, he can't bring himself to care at the moment.

"Usually, people go on dates first, no?" You ask still sounding breathlessly but, he can hear the smile in your tone.

"Mmm yeah, usually they do but, I don't think there's anything wrong with doing things a little out of order,"

"You're not wrong. I hope you know this is my roundabout way of asking you out,"

The laugh that forces itself out of him is hearty and more carefree than he's felt in a concerningly long time.

"I'd love to go out with you, y/n."

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Maybe it was because the group was so close to graduating that they hadn’t had a ROD party in a while. The were going to have one at the beginning of the semester right before classes got serious, but they dropped the ball on that one. So, they managed to scrap together a party by shoving the responsibilities onto Mingi and Jongho. The party wasn’t supposed to start until later in the night, which meant that San and Gyuri could spend a little time together before heading up to the party, “spend a little time together” meaning have a quickie, which Gyuri was super against.

“Oh God, San!” Gyuri’s voice shrilled as San ruthlessly thrusted into her from behind.

“Fuck, Gyu,” San grunted. “You’re so tight… I can’t take it any longer.”

With a final thrust, San pressed his hips tightly against hers, and the two came together. They breathed heavily as San pulled out and leaned back and ran his fingers through his hair, beads of sweat rolling down his face and dropping from his chin. He took the filled condom off while Gyuri, meanwhile, fell onto her side with a final moan, only for that moan to turn into a scream of frustration.

“San, what the fuck?!” she hit him with a pillow. “I told you we don’t have time for this!”

“What, you don’t check your texts? Jongho said to come over at 10 o’clock,” San said matter-of-factly.

“When did he text that?”

“About three minutes before I got to your place.”

“What time is it now?”

“Half past nine.”

“…Fine.”

Gyuri sat up with a huff. San watched her start to smooth out her hair, only for him to decide that he wanted to help her. He could feel her stare at him— he was still kneeling on the bed, so he was hovering above her. He combed his fingers through her hair to try and get it to look less unruly when he felt something warm envelope the head of his dick.

“My turn,” she said, her voice sultry.

San shivered as she took more of him into her mouth, a whisper of a moan leaving his body. His hand was still on her head from smoothing out her hair, so he unconsciously grabbed her hair by the roots and moved her at a pace that he wanted. He felt her cup his ass— a sensation he never thought he would enjoy so much— and drove her head further so he would go even deeper. San felt like he was going crazy when he heard her gag and moan with his dick still deep in her mouth.

“Gyu, oh God, keep doing that,” San groaned. “You feel so fucking good…”

Soon, San felt himself arriving at his climax. He gripped Gyuri’s hair tightly and inhaled sharply as he came in her mouth, and instantly, he said with a low voice, “Swallow.”

Not going to lie, San was mortified when he heard the words leave his lips, and he for sure thought Gyuri was going to glare at him as she spit. She, however, surprised him by actually swallowing. That simple act was enough to turn San on all over again, but he knew that if he had one more round, then the two would never make it to the ROD party. He remained kneeling on the bed, stunned. Gyuri patted his thigh then got out of her bed and walked away.

“Where are you going?” San managed to ask after coming back to reality.

“Bathroom to shower.”

Wordlessly, San hopped off the bed and joined her in the bathroom.

The couple finally left her apartment five minutes until ten. They kept their distance as they waited for the elevator, only for San’s arm to go around her waist the second they entered the elevator. As more of the friend group found out about their relationship, though, San seriously questioned whether or not they still had to sneak around. He shrugged off the thought as he held Gyuri’s waist tighter and placed light kisses against her temple, cheek, neck, and collarbone, Gyuri responding by leaning into him.

“Oh, hey, I have a secret for you,” Gyuri said as soon as the elevator arrived at Jongho’s and Mingi’s floor.

“What is it?” San asked; the elevator doors had yet to open.

“I’m not wearing any underwear,” she said cheekily with a wink.

San gaped at the girl as the elevator doors opened and she walked out nonchalantly. His shock only increased as he realized she was wearing jean shorts and a cropped varsity sweater with a high neck. She put her arms above her head and stretched, flashing San her underboob.

“That’s not fair, Gyu! You can’t tease me like that,” San complained with a slight pout on his face. “How the hell do you expect me to keep calm during the party? Also, please for the love of God keep your arms down tonight.”

“Hey, you do this to me all the time. Besides, that sounds like a you problem.”

“I can make it your problem later.”

A light blush popped on Gyuri’s face. She shook her head and said, “Anyway, find a way to keep it together. If you do, then I’ll do whatever you want me to do later tonight.”

“Anything?”

Gyuri typed in the code to Jongho and Mingi’s place. “Yeah, but if you do anything too fucking crazy, Iseul will kill you.”

“Oh, speaking of which, Yunho told me that their data collection is almost complete, so they’ll be home in the evenings.”

The two walked into the apartment a couple minutes after ten. Surprisingly, they were the first ones at the party with the exception of Jongho, who lived there. He was sitting on the couch in front of the TV watching a soccer match.

“Hey guys,” he greeted the two.

“Hi, Jongho,” they both said at the same time before looking at each other in shock.

Gyuri lingered in the kitchen and leaned on the countertop. San walked over to see that Gyuri was definitely trying to get him hot and bothered by doing simple things like bending down far enough so San could get a nice view of her ass. She ended up just picking up a can of beer and joining Jongho in the living room, the can resting on the coffee table. San grabbed a beer and timidly joined them, Jongho getting sandwiched between Gyuri and San.

The three of them were focused on watching the game, but San could see Jongho make side glances at him and Gyuri. Suddenly, Jongho pressed mute and turned to Gyuri to say, “You’re having sex.”

San choked on his spit, but Gyuri remained calm and collected. “Yeah, so?”

“You’re having sex with him,” Jongho pointed to San with his thumb.

“Don’t be ridiculous, Jongho.”

San was amazed at how causally she denied their relationship because if Jongho had said that to him, he’s break instantly. “Don’t lie to me,” Jongho stood up and looked at the two sitting on the couch. “I know you are.”

With all of his might, San did his best to act like Jongho’s accusations were far-fetched. He looked at Gyuri, his eyebrows scrunched in confusion. Her eyes were wide. The two of them didn’t say a word for at least ten seconds. San looked at Jongho again, who was standing with his hands on his hips, a glint in his eye. At that moment, San decided that it wasn’t worth it to continue to deny anything.

“…Who told you?” he asked quietly.

Jongho’s jaw dropped, and San instantly regretted saying what he did— the guy was just messing with him and Gyuri.

“Oh my God! Seriously?!”

“Jongho, what the fuck?!” Gyuri slapped the boys arm.

“I can’t believe you two are actually fu—”

Right at that moment, two things happened. One was that the keypad started beeping, and two was that San covered Jongho’s mouth. San and Gyuri dragged Jongho to his room and shut the door just before whoever was trying to get into the apartment entered. He kept his mouth covered as they tried to figure out who entered the apartment.

“Huh, that’s weird. I thought I heard people talking,” Wooyoung’s distinct voice reached their ears.

Telling Jongho to remain quiet, San pulled out his phone and immediately texted Wooyoung.

PRIVATE MESSAGE: wooah

choosan: woo who’s there rn wooah: me yeosangie and yunhoe wooah: yunho

San nodded, both Jongho and Gyuri understanding exactly what he meant. Slowly, the three of them left Jongho’s room, Gyuri and San both wearing the same look of terror. The three boys who just entered the apartment realized the situation, and they, too, were staring at Jongho in complete and utter horror.

Next thing they knew, the five of them were kneeling before Jongho, who had his hands on his hips and a stern look on his face, his eyebrows knitted together. The five had their heads down as Jongho chewed them out.

“Let me get this straight: San and Gyuri are hooking up, and the three of you and Iseul know?”

“Technically they’re dating,” Yeosang whispered.

“Good God! Can someone tell me why this has been kept a secret for so long?”

“Everyone asks this,” San sighed half to himself and half to the group.

“Iseul tells this story best. Can’t we wait for her?” Gyuri piped up.

“No, we don’t have time. Iseul can only keep Hwa, Joong, and Gi away for so long,” Wooyoung shook his head.

“Spill,” Jongho refused to let up.

After playing a quick, silent game of rock-paper-scissors, it was decided that Yunho would tell the story. He cleared his throat and composed himself before he started taking Jongho through the saga.

“Once upon a time, Gyu had a crush on Hwa, and San had a crush on Iseul, but they were too scared to tell their crushes, so they ended up finding comfort in each other. Then, Bora entered the picture and stole Hwa from Gyu; meanwhile, San and Iseul went on dates—”

“San and Iseul dated?!” Jongho interrupted.

“We only went on three dates because it didn’t really work out,” San explained.

“Moving along now,” Yunho covered San’s mouth. “Gyu and San ended up spending more time together after, and their relationship changed from friends with benefits to two-horny-rabbits-fucking-each-other-all-the-time-because-they-really-like-each-other—”

“Hey, wait, that sounds bad and gross,” his roommate frowned.

“Then maybe you should have told the story.”

“Okay, sorry, keep going.”

“One fine day, Iseul found out and worked with them to keep the relationship quiet. Then, Hwa returned, took Gyu out on this date that we think is a date but can’t be sure is a date, and he confessed to her that he’s liked her since high school—”

“High school?!” Jongho, Wooyoung, and Yeosang chorused; that was the detail San forgot to explain to them. He knew he was forgetting something.

“Huh, we all reacted the same. That’s funny,” Yunho snorted. “But yeah, that confession ended up messing real bad with Gyu’s head which is why she fell off the face of the Earth for two weeks, and then when she came back, they had a wild night that I got the luxury of listening to that night, which is how I found out the next day. After that, they went on that trip together—”

“What?!” this time only Yeosang and Jongho were surprised. Wooyoung had already figured out that detail.

“Yeah, they went to Thailand for winter break.”

“How the fuck did you afford that?” Yeosang asked incredulously.

“Iseul’s family is loaded. Her cousin flew us to her grandmother’s beach house,” Gyuri explained.

“Damn… I should date Iseul…”

“Hello! I’m right here!” Wooyoung smacked the back of Yeosang’s neck; Yeosang chose to ignore him.

“Anyway! They were able to keep the relationship quiet for a little until Wooyoung found out, and then Yeosang found out, and now you, Jongho,” Yunho concluded his story.

Jongho fell onto one of the couches dramatically, the story clearly having a physical toll on him. San wanted to sit next to him and reassure him, but he thought it would be best if someone else did that. Yunho decided to sit on the couch next to him and rub his back as Jongho’s eyes continued to widen.

“Is this what happens when I’m away for games?” he whispered.

“No, but this time, yes,” Yunho answered. Then to Wooyoung and Yeosang he asked, “Oh, wait, how did you two find out about it?”

“I, uh,” Wooyoung coughed.

The room fell silent as they waited for Wooyoung to say something. San prayed that Wooyoung wouldn’t tell the truth because the truth was horrible, and the only other person who knew the truth was Gyuri. If the kid admitted it out loud, then Gyuri would definitely kill him and Wooyoung.

“I saw the nudes she sent him.”

God fucking dammit. San watched the color fade from Gyuri’s face. She stumbled over to the arm chair in the far corner of the living room while grabbing the beer she set on the coffee table earlier. She cradled the beer in her arms as she turned the arm chair away. San felt insanely bad for the girl. He felt something poke his arm and looked to see Wooyoung elbowing him. Under his breath, he asked San, “Is it bad that I want to see them again?”

Rather than answer with words, San put Wooyoung in a headlock. The two fought for a hot second before Jongho said,” Hey, San, I have terms and conditions.”

Terms and conditions? Confused, San let Wooyoung go, the boy in his grasp gasping for air. He stood before Jongho, who was still seated on the couch, but this time he looked like the splitting image of Don Corleone— all he was missing was the suit and the rose.

“I’ll only keep this information quiet if you wait on me hand and foot,” an evil smile spread across Jongho’s face.

“Dammit, I should’ve done that too!” Wooyoung hissed quietly.

“There is no way I’m doing that!” San objected vehemently.

Yet, that’s exactly what San did during the ROD party. When Jongho wanted another drink, he would snap his fingers, and butler San would arrive in an instant with Jongho’s drink of choice. He would clap his hands twice if he wanted San to give him a massage, and he would whistle like he were calling a dog if there was anything else he needed. Seonghwa, Hongjoong, Mingi, and Iseul, the four people who were not there to see San’s deal with the devil, watched in confusion as San continued to do this throughout the night.

“Um, why is San Jongho’s monkey butler?” Hongjoong asked to no one in particular.

“He lost a bet,” Jongho replied without missing a beat.

“Damn, that sucks,” Mingi said as he joined the crew in the living room.

The party, also known as San’s hell, ended at two in the morning. He glanced at Gyuri to see her walk out of the apartment with Iseul, his heart slightly dropping because he wasn’t able to make a single move on her all night when she went through all that effort to get him hot and bothered. After most people left, San pulled Jongho aside and practically begged him while whispering to him, “Please, Jongho, no more of this.”

“Relax, I only wanted to harass you tonight. Your secret is safe with me.”

San nodded slowly and barely turned around to leave when he heard Jongho say under his breath, “Probably.” He knew it wouldn’t benefit him to fight the guy, so San just retreated like a dog with his tail between his legs.

When San left the apartment, he sighed heavily. He didn’t know what upset him more: Jongho being evil or missing out on Gyuri. Luckily for him, though, he didn’t have to be upset for too long because when he looked up, he saw Gyuri standing in the doorway of the stairwell, a teasing smirk painted on her face.

“You seem upset,” she said to him when he got closer.

He wrapped his arms around her waist as she draped hers on his shoulders. He stuck his head in the nook of her neck and took in all of her sweet scent, his mood already recovering. “I am,” he responded breathily.

“Let me make you feel better,” she whispered in his ear.

Gyuri pulled San into the stairwell and held his hand, leading him to the corner of the stairwell. San cupped her ass and pulled her up, his lips already going for hers. He pinned her against the wall and had one hand stay down while the other went up her shirt toyed with her nipple. Gyuri moaned softly the more San kissed her, prompting him to stop and whisper in her ear, “Not too loud. We don’t want to wake the neighbors up.”

San definitely cheered up as he got his revenge for Gyuri leaving him hot and bothered the whole night.

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heyy!! how is it going? I'd like to request an until dawn scenario where Mike is flirting with the reader in order to annoy (not in a bad way) Sam, the reader's girlfriend. Something cute like a protective and caring Sam would be perfect :(

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Ooooooohhhhhh yeeyy! That sounds super cute! Sam Simps, come get your juice!!! 🔔🔔🔔💗💗 kinda short but I like it any way.

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"Hey Y/N!" Mike called out across the hallway, obnoxiously. He'd seen them with Sam, and he loved teasing Sam, the way she became super defensive and protective every time he did it was always really funny. To him at least, Sam never saw the humour. Y/N always thought it was cute how possessive Sam became every time, she made them blush profusely with all her sweet, yet sharp, words of love. "You're looking real hot today, you know that babe?" He winked 'seductively'.

"Yeah, I do know that, Sam's told me that a lot. And not just today, she tells me all the time." Y/N smiled at Sam.

"Good, she's damn right." He looked Y/N up and down whilst biting his lip.

"Okay Mike. Thanks for tryna hit on my partner. Always appreciate that. But Y/N have somewhere to be so if you'll excuse us." Sam interjects, grabbing Y/N's wrist gently and leading them away.

"Loving the view Y/N!" He called out as they left.

"Shut up Mike!" Sam yelped.

At lunch, Sam met Y/N at their locker. Y/N kissed her cheek as they placed their things in the locker.

"How was class babe?" Sam asked, playing with their hair softly.

"Eh, it was okay. How 'bout you?" They smiled, looking into her soft hazel eyes.

"Boring, kept thinking of you." She responded as the pair started walking towards the cafeteria. They duo bought their food together.

"Mike better not flirt with you, I sware to God." She says through her teeth as they approached the table all their friends are sat at.

Josh laughs with Beth and Chris, Ashley helps Matt with his homework, Jess braids Hannahs hair. Sam takes a seat next to Hannah, Y/N sits next to Sam, leaving two spare seats free on their other side.

Sam and Y/N begin eating and chatting with the rest of the group, smiles are shared throughout the group.

"What's up party people!" Mike calls out as he joins the table, Emily attached to his hip. He took a seat next to Y/N, much to Sam's dismay. She placed a hand around their waist and pulled them closer to her.

"How you doin, gorgeous?" Mike flirted, blowing a kiss in their direction and winking.

"They're doing fine Mike." Sam quipped.

"Oof, I hit a nerve Sammy?" He teased.

"Ugh Mike stop hitting on everything that breathes." Emily roles her eyes.

"What's wrong with window shopping?" He smirked.

Lunch passed slowly, everyone was laughing and chatting lightheartedly but Sam grimaced everytime Mike spoke, even if he wasn't flirting or even talking to Y/N. After a while, he was called to deal with some 'class president' duties, blowing kisses in both Emily and Y/N's directions.

"I hate when he does that." Sam mumbled once Mike left the room.

Y/N kissed her temple to comfort her, "I know. But I'm all yours babe, don't worry about that."

"I know, I love you." Sam smiled genuinely for a moment before frowning again "I hate when he does that though..."

"Why don't you challenge him to a fight to the death? Winner keeps my heart." Y/N offered.

Sam laughed quietly, "I might just try that."

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maybe I should kiss you

Inspired by Kissin' When We're Mad by We Three Hoseok and Yoongi have been dating for years, always prioritizing Bangtan because their job isn't simple. Now suddenly, their relationship isn't simple. Yoongi is shutting down, Hoseok is spending too much time in the dance studio... or This song started playing on my playlist and I got excited so here you go.

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"Okay that's all guys, take a week and give yourselves some rest," their manager closes his notebook and quickly exits the room. Hoseok doesn't want to imagine all the things he is dealing with so the boys can have a couple weeks off.

Namjoon turns to all of them, stepping up as always, "seriously though we need the rest. After 7 releases they are discussing another tour. Personally, I'm headed to my parents house, but feel free to call if you need anything."

"Yah!" Seokjin exclaims.

Namjoon just groans, "yes, hyung?"

Seokjin lightly smacks the back of the leader's head, "I'm glad you remember you aren't the oldest. Why would they need you? I'm the hyung."

Hoseok glances over at Yoongi to see if he is going to join in. The three of them agreed to keep Namjoon from having too much on his plate a long time ago.

But his boyfriend is just sitting there. Years of staring at his face, observing him, allows Hoseok to conclude that Yoongi isn't there. His boyfriend is lost in thought. Or maybe he is playing a melody he likes, he could simply be thinking about dinner.

Hoseok just smiles. Glancing back over at the others he sees the maknae's teaming up to discuss plans and Seokjin in the middle just enjoying the noise.

Looking around this conference room, he feels like he knows them as well as his dance routines. The fights they avoided for the sake of each other are a beat. Small moments the melodies, and those memories he holds close are the major chords. Hoseok can predict every note.

He reaches for Yoongi's hand, just for the comfort of physical contact. Grazing the long bony fingers and beginning to intertwine them.

Yoongi pulls away.

Suddenly the song he thought he knew has a sour chord ringing through it. He falters, feet fumbling with his steps.

When he looks over at Yoongi all he sees is a blank stare. The older is present now but he is masking his emotions.

He is blocking Hoseok out.

And Hoseok has no idea why.

° ♤ ° ♤ °

The first week of his break is a blur. Yoongi and him had planned to go to the beach, cold at this time of year, and just enjoy the views together.

However, Yoongi is avoiding him. Hoseok sleeps alone in his room and barely sees his boyfriend.

Even when Seokjin calls them together for a meal since the other 4 are gone, somehow Yoongi is always too far away.

So Hoseok sulks.

He sulks and he dances.

Because he couldn't predict this. Because he cannot talk to his boyfriend. And because he knows it finally happened.

Yoongi got annoyed with him, Hoseok was too much.

He throws his thoughts into angry dance moves. Every step becoming a stomp and every arm movement is sharp.

His torso twists and it's not smooth, it's sudden and harsh. Hoseok knows the steps. Even when he is improvising.

"I gave you 7 days," Seokjin's voice overlaps the angry rap playing. Suddenly the song is gone and all he can hear is the elder. "I gave you 7 days to mope and work yourself to a pulp. We are done now. Time to be a grown up Hoseok-ah."

All Hoseok does in response is go grab his water. "I don't know what you are talking about hyung."

Seokjin just glares following him to the benches and doing that hip pop he started as a joke. Putting all the weight on the right foot and tilting his head in disapproval.

"You and Yoongi have been dating for forever. We all agreed to be okay with it as long as there was no major drama. And if there was we were permitted to call you out." Seokjin won't move and Hoseok does his best to avoid eye contact, just sipping water.

"Hoseok-ah, this is drama. You guys aren't speaking. Both of you are locked away in studios and I can't even tell if you are eating or not!" That's when his hyung gets really expressive, his hands moving around with a purpose that Hoseok cannot determine.

He sighs, "I didn't do this hyung, he just stopped talking to me. Maybe I missed something or maybe he finally realized I'm too much. All I know is I'm not going to push him."

Hoseok allows himself to look up then, and is met with eyes full of anger. Anger directed at him.

"Are you an idiot?"

Hoseok is shocked by the words his hyung says. He expected expletives and blame.

"Hoseok you are not too much and if something happened you have to actually ask him, it's called COMMUNICATION remember?" Seokjin is saying thing he couldn't have predicted.

He finally sits and sets down the water, "hyung that's just the problem. He loves the quiet and I cannot stop talking. I'm loud and like going to parties and waking up at Sunrise. He hates all of that. So why would I go to him and say more words? He hates those."

Seokjin won't accept the lack of eye contact so he crouches down in front of his deafening dongsaeng.

"Okay, if he doesn't like words and talking maybe try asking with something he does like, could you at least try that?" Voice soft and the words slow.

"What would that mean?" "He hasn't left his studio all week," is Seokjin's only reply. He gets up and walks to the door as if the conversation is over.

"Wait hyung," Hoseok calls out. "He's your boyfriend, you know him. Fix it. And do it before the maknaes are back. You know how freaked out they get when you two fight." And with that Seokjin is out the door.

Hoseok is alone in a silent studio, covered in sweat, and utterly lost.

Communicate but not by talking? Do it in a way Yoongi would like? What does that even mean?

Yoongi likes sunsets and winter. He likes bundling up in blankets like a burrito. Yoongi likes basketball and movies late at night. More than anything Yoongi likes the piano, his music trumps Hoseok any day. And that has never bothered him. He understands.

Music is like the blood in his veins just like dance is his.

Music

Thats it

That's how Yoongi communicates best. With a beat and a melody and lyrics that he works on for hours.

And Hoseok knows how to do it all.

° ♤ ° ♤ °

Seokjin informs him he has 8 more days. So Hoseok asks if Seokjin can deliver 1 meal a day to his music studio and promises to fix it.

Of course he ends up with 3 meals a day, at least 1 hand delivered by his hyung each day. Every time Seokjin demands to watch him eat.

His floor becomes a mess of torn pages, his hands even have lyrics on them from when Seokjin forced him to go shower and he had an idea on the way back.

Hoseok cannot imagine how bad his hair looks and his clothes are a whole other story.

But he only has 2 days left.

And he finished. So it's now or never.

*knock knock*

Shifting on his feet and waiting everything bad goes through his mind. Yoongi just slamming the door, angry words, yelling, broken hearts.

Then Yoongi's face is there. His eyes puffy from sleeping.

"Um hi hyung, I know you aren't talking to me and you are busy but I wrote this song and I want your opinion," Hoseok says and then he stops. He shuts his mouth and tries really hard to not speak again.

Yoongi just leans on the door and runs a hand over his face then his hair.

Hoseok just watches, he notices that Yoongi is wearing his hoodie. Yoongi smells like his cologne. Yoongi has bags under his eyes.

Then Yoongi is speaking, "Okay I guess."

Hoseok holds back a smile. "Thanks, I promise it'll be fast hyung."

In Hoseok's opinion the walk is torture.

Complete silence.

No physical contact.

Yoongi even keeps himself on the other side of the hallway.

But Hoseok respects the space. He clenches his fist instead of reaching out.

Even when he holds the door open for his boyfriend, the other man stays as far away as he can.

Yoongi seats himself on the edge of the couch. As close to the door as he can.

It's fine. It's all fine. Hoseok just has to take a deep breathe and play the song.

"Okay so it's rough and has no title, I used my vocals but I think all it needs is the guys and some polishing." He tries to limit his words. Moving quickly to sit in his chair and press play.

Hoseok breathes deep and promises himself whatever happens is okay. He tried.

It starts with soft piano notes, very quiet and met with some vocals he autotuned a lot. The crescendo into his lyrics.

He can't help watching Yoongi.

𝘉𝘢𝘣𝘺, 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶

𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘵 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩

𝘖𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘐 𝘥𝘰

𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩

Yoongi taps his foot to the beat. His eyes get a little wide when lyrics suggest no 'i love yous'.

Hoseok looks down, not able to watch him for this specfic part.

𝘋𝘰 𝘐 𝘥𝘪𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘵

𝘔𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴?

𝘞𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘱𝘪𝘥, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐 𝘶𝘴𝘦 '𝘦m

𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨

As the chorus begins, Hoseok allows his head to lift up. To see how Yoongi is staring right at him. The look in his eyes is so much.

𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘐 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘦'𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘥

𝘊𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵

𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘐 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤

𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤, 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘵

Yoongi leans back, maintaining eye contact.

𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘐 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘦'𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘥

A raise of the eyebrows.

𝘉𝘢𝘣𝘺, 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶

𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘐 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥

Hoseok accounts seeing Yoongi's head shake to his bouncing knee. Why would he?

𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘷𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵

𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘺-𝘧𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵'𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥

Hoseok struggles to fight the urge to look away. Yoongi's eyes still too clouded for him to read.

𝘋𝘰 𝘐 𝘥𝘪𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘵

𝘔𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴

𝘞𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘱𝘪𝘥, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐 𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮

Yoongi stands up. Starting to walk and Hoseok just closes his eyes.

𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘶-

Suddenly the song is off.

Yoongi must have turned it off, which makes Hoseok open his eyes again.

He is greeted with the sight of his boyfriend standing right in front of him. Yoongi gestures to his lap and he just nods dumbly, unable to comprehend what is happening. Hoseok sloppily gets up and straddles Yoongi's lap.

"Hoseok-ah," Yoongi whispers. Then his forehead is pressed to Hoseok's. "You don't use too many words. Never."

All he can think to respond with is basic. "But hyung you hate people talking all the time?"

"You aren't people, Hoseok-ah." And he finally releases a relieved sigh.

Yoongi keeps talking, "Don't tell me you love me too much, it's perfect, I like hearing it. Like you repeating it inbetween kisses."

Hoseok just lifts his hands to Yoongi's hips. Finally allowing himself to touch, and in return he gets his boyfriend's arms around his shoulders.

"You always make me feel loved, I am the one who is bad at that. Hoseok-ah you have the purest heart and you always make sure to do things for me."

Good god, he can see Yoongi letting a slight smile onto his face.

Yoongi hums, "Like the chorus though."

Hoseok can't hide the shock in his voice, "Yeah?"

"Mhm." Suddenly Yoongi pulls his face back, looking at Hoseok deeply. "Always want to kiss my Hoba even if I am mad at you. Always want your hand in mine, love."

And then Hoseok experiences the best crescendo ever.

Yoongi's lips meet his, just a brush. But his weight is fully on Hoseok and his boyfriend's breathe is on his face.

If Hoseok were to dance this he would have to learn one of those ballet leaps Jimin does. Light and airy. He would do it when the music grows louder.

Of course it cannot last forever. When Yoongi pulls away Hoseok does his best to form a sentence.

"But hyung I thought you were tired of me?" Yoongi's eyes go wide.

"What do you mean tired?"

"Like you finally realized I was too much and you needed a break or me to go away."

Yoongi chuckles, dropping his head onto Hoseok's shoulder and kissing his neck. "Baby, I told you a long time ago that I would never be tired of you. You are my sunshine, the only person I would willingly wake up for or allow to pull me away from my piano."

"B-but," Hoseok stammers. His brain is malfunctioning. His hyung is complimenting him and he still doesn't know what he did wrong.

"Hoba I was mad about the fight we had, the night before that last meeting?" Yoongi ends it in a question, clearly looking for understaning.

Hoseok nods dumbly. Unaware that his mouth is open in a cute little o.

"We fought about those apartment listings and how you wanted us to get a shared apartment. Not seperate ones."

"Cause I didn't want hyung far away," Hoseok mumbles.

For him that fight had been a blip. It didn't even seem like a fight, it had only been 4 sentences. They were interrupted by Jungkook and dinner.

Yoongi gives him another kiss on the neck. "Yeah, and I was angry at first. Felt like you didn't respect my need for space."

Hoseok opens his mouth, rushing to speak. He doesn't get the chance because suddenly Yoongi is in front of him, Yoongi's finger is on his lips.

"I said at first Hoba." Yoongi only removing his finger once Hoseok closes his mouth. "Then I went to my studio. I sulked and made angry, aggressive beats. But then Seokjin showed up, he let me have a day before coming and asking if something was wrong. Hoseok-ah, I used to shut myself in my studio for days and never come out. But now I have someone to get home to, so I come home."

Yoongi smiles, "I realized I was scared. I was scared of having a home with just you, of you missing all the noise of the others and getting mad at me for being too quiet."

Hoseok knows better than to try and speak, so all he does is shake his head.

"I know, it was just me being insecure. Just like when you thought I got tired of you right?" Yoongi hums, smiling and giving Hoseok another brief kiss before continuing. "So then I started writing lyrics about that. I wanted to sort my thoughts."

"But when I went to the dorms after a couple days, hyung told me you had been sleeping in the dance studio. I did try and go to talk to you but instead I just watched for a minute and you seemed so angry, I thought I messed up."

"No, no hyung, was mad at myself."

Yoongi's hand pets his cheek, he can feel the metal of all the rings.

"Well I didn't know that then, I am bad at this stuff Hoba. I just walked away because I was scared. I was scared of you having me in all your space all the time and hating it. I was scared seeing you mad."

They both just watch each other. Letting the hum of all the equipment be the only sound for a moment.

"What about now, hyung?" Hoseok asks. His eyes are wide and bright, he doesn't know it but this is what Yoongi calls his puppy dog face.

"Still a little scared, we have been doing this so long Hoba, what if you don't like it when it's just us?"

Hoseok smiles. "But hyung, it's just us now. It's been just you and me every night for a long time. Yeah the guys were in the dorm with us, but we were just us."

"When we shut the door it was us, they weren't there. Was that ever bad hyung? Was I ever hurt that you didn't talk every minute?"

Yoongi shakes his head slowly. "No, but-"

"No, hyung, because I love you and I love being with you, even if we are just sitting in the same room."

"So when the guys started talking about moving out, getting places to live. Well all I could imagine was an apartment full of our stuff. Full of you. I want that," Hoseok leans foreward, kissing Yoongi.

He makes it deeper this time, running the tip of his tongue across the seam of Yoongi's lips. He presses himself down on Yoongi's lap as he grips his hair. When he pulls away, Yoongi whines.

"Hyung if you are scared that is fine. I know you don't like talking about feelings like this but you do have to tell me. We almost made Seokjin-hyung lose his mind." That gets him a laugh, and a small smile. "So if you want we can get different apartments, I am okay with that, we can live together when you are ready. I only require being allowed to be in the same bed as you most nights." Hoseok gives him a bright smile. Feeling the weight of the last 2 weeks lift.

He isn't bothered when Yoongi doesn't respond, knowing that his hyung is probably thinking. He just nuzzels into Yoongi's neck and starts kissing him. Light and long, he even considers sucking on the skin a little. They have another week off and it would disappear by then.

He is still debating it when Yoongi speaks.

"I want a home with you."

That makes him pause. Lips still on Yoongi's neck, but his breathe is catching, going faster now as his heart beats harder.

"Hoba, I am scared but I still want it."

Hoseok needs to see his eyes. Needs to be able to analyze the facial expressions. Yoongi has his eyebrows up and his lips beautifully pink from the kissing.

"Hyung it's okay to wait, I don't want to pressure you," Hoseok reassures him once he can look into his eyes. Grazing his hand along Yoongi's side to bring it to his cheek.

Yoongi leans into it. "Hoseok-ah I don't want to wait, I think it's okay that I am scared. I am scared everytime we release an album or have a concert but I love them. I love you and you are right, I don't want to go to bed without you so why waste money on seperate places?"

"So you want to start looking at places with me?" Hoseok asks.

In response Yoongi grabs the back of Hoseok's hair and kisses him deeply. Biting at Hoseok's bottom lip as he tries to pull the younger man impossibly closer.

When they pull away Hoseok starts laughing, "I guess that's a yes!"

° ♤ ° ♤ °

They find a beautiful apartment. Big windows for Hoseok, sleek minimalist furniture for Yoongi. They will it slowly with parts of them.

Somehow the members also add into what an interior designer would call chaos.

But it's warm and it's theirs.

And they kiss when mad!

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nxtsnw · 2 years

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LET'S RECREATE THIS PAINTING!

♤ a.n.: hey! It's been a long time since my last post, I'd like to do an ask game but my block doesn't help:( BUT I came up with this idea, so I really hope you like it. If this doesn't flop I'm pretty sure i will make a pt.2 cause i loved writing this.

♤ characters: nahoya, inui, rindou

♤ genre: fluff

♤ warning: //

♤ summary: I think the title is self-explanatory. However, imagine being on a gallery date with them and suddenly you see that painting and end up recreating it.

NAHOYA KAWATA

It took you weeks to convince Nahoya to come with you to the newly opened art gallery in your city. He decided to join you thereafter noticing how much you cared.

He'd never been there before, so he went to ask Souya for fashion advice. In the end, he wore light gray jeans and a turtleneck sweater, which he thought was both elegant and casual. On his brother's advice, he also added black nail polish and matching earrings.

It was lovely to see him standing in front of your house, with his trademark smile, ready to take you to the gallery for your date. You were dressed nicely as well, and he managed to make you blush by beginning to compliment you subtly.

It was a lovely spring day, and the scents of the blossoming flowers accompanied you on your journey to the gallery. You clung to his back as he went faster and faster because, having arrived late, you were running late. Fortunately, the location was not far away, and you were able to enter as soon as you arrived, as you had wisely reserved.

There were several people, including couples and families. Though Nahoya had the instinct to take you by the hand to prevent anyone from ruining your date, because, in his eyes, you remained the most beautiful work of art among all those contained there.

Nahoya didn't know much about art, but seeing you smile and experiencing all of your joy was what made him the happiest. He listened intently as you described the features and stories behind the paintings. He nodded now and then, attempting to interpret what he saw in those works in his own words.

It was funny to listen to him speak and then tease him about the thoughts that ran through his head. After a few pieces, you came to a halt in front of the exhibition's centerpiece: Francesco Hayez's The Kiss.

After a while, Nahoya rejoined you and took your hand again, while you were enchanted to observe all the details of the painting. You knew the story behind it, but seeing it in person was a completely different experience. Nahoya didn't understand what you saw as beautiful in that painting, but when he turned to look at you, he saw the sparkles in your eyes and decided to surprise you that day.

He gently took your hips in his hands, turned you towards him, and pressed his lips against yours. For a brief moment, his chapped lips met yours, and everything else about him vanished. You clung to him a little tighter to avoid falling for the sudden gesture, and he grabbed your face with one hand.

Then, all of a sudden, a click and a flash brought you back to reality. You'd been photographed by someone. You took a break and went in search of the one who had captured that magical moment. She was a nine-year-old girl on a school trip, and your photo was now in her camera, with the painting you were looking at as a background: and you, who perfectly imitated the subjects of the same painting. As your boyfriend approached the little girl to take her picture, you immediately blushed. But, before he stole her camera, you approached him, and luckily, you were able to speak with the teacher first, allowing you to obtain that photo as well.

It's still the photo that Nahoya keeps in the back of his phone, and every time he looks at it, memories of that happy day come flooding back, cheering the young peach-colored boy's heart.

INUI SEISHU

You two had a habit of going to galleries as soon as your schedules allowed. You and Inui had been friends for a long time, but on that particular day, your friendship took an unexpected turn. You were in the park beneath your house, as usual, and you were finally able to agree to go to that art gallery you had been looking forward to for so long.

Also, there would be a secret painting, so your curiosity won over you, so you bought your tickets, and a few days later you were waiting in line to enter. You two had a tradition of wearing matching but not obvious outfits, so you were perfectly matched even on that cold winter day. You wore a stunning sky blue ensemble, and his accessories matched; he wore red-hued clothing, and your accessories echoed those hues. Also, Inui was keeping your hand in his pocket, claiming that it would keep them warm, so everyone would have mistaken you for a couple.

There was no malice in his actions or your thoughts, but your hearts had almost inevitably sped up in unison and no one had opened their mouths until you entered. Despite your intense curiosity, you held off on going straight to the painting whose name had not been revealed as soon as you walked in. You came to a stop several times to look at different paintings, and you were almost always enchanted by Inui's voice as he spoke to you about paintings.

You may have focused on his rosy lips or his eyes, which lit up with every word he spoke, but I didn't give it much thought and carried on with the visit as if nothing had happened. As a result, you've arrived at the much-anticipated painting. You were holding hands when you got in front of it, and neither of you realized it. The painting was Francesco Hayez's Kiss.

You turned to Inui with a look of amazement on your face, and he did the same instinctively. Something like an imaginary force came up behind you and lightly pushed you, and your mouths locked in a kiss. Like puzzle pieces, your lips fit together perfectly. To make the kiss last a little longer, he took your face in his hands. He whispered that he loved you as soon as you left, and you told him too.

You would have stared at each other for years if a girl hadn't approached you shyly and touched your arm. She explained to you, in hushed tones, that you two had kissed just as she was photographing the painting, and that in that picture, you two were strikingly similar to the subjects of the painting in the background

She apologized if she sounded inappropriate, but it is thanks to her that that photo is still available on social media platforms, and Inui keeps it printed on his bedroom bedside table.

...hoping that one day you'll both be looking at it in your house together.

RINDOU HAITANI

It was now 6 pm and the art gallery would soon be closed, but you still didn't see your boyfriend and you hadn't received any of your calls or texts answered. Resigned that even that date would be ruined for your boyfriend's job, you were about to walk into the house when you heard a distant voice calling your name. Ran was driving a car and beside him was Kokonoi with an apparently annoyed look. Before you could ask anything, Koko explained that Rindou was in the back seat finishing changing for your date while Sanzu had been tasked with preventing the art gallery from closing before your arrival.

You were so amazed that you only opened your voice, and no words came out. Before you could even realize what you were told, Ran urged you to get into the car where you found Rindou who was clearly arguing with his tie as he didn't understand how to set it on. You smiled to see your boyfriend with messy hair, while he was concentrating on tying his tie, only wearing one shoe, and with his shirt still untied. You got into the car and sat next to him; when he noticed he looked up and his cheeks blushed. He tried to mutter something and looked away. Just then the car pulled away at full speed and you were there in no time. On the way, you also helped him tie his tie… Once again Ran invited you to get out of the car and then parked saying that he would wait for Sanzu.

Meanwhile, the pink-haired boy was arguing with the guard over not closing the tunnel. (I don't think we need to explain the manners, let's just say that he had succeeded splendidly in his intent of him.)

As soon as Sanzu saw you he smiled at you, winked at Rindou, and went to the car that was waiting for him.

You and your boyfriend haven't had a chance to talk since you saw each other, but before you could, the guard stopped you and asked you to hurry as closing time was long past.

You apologized as Rindou snubbed him and quickly entered the gallery. The place was entirely dedicated to you two. Not all the lights were on, but the paintings were perfectly visible. Rindou took your hand and gave him a kiss on the cheek hoping to be forgiven in this way. But you had already forgotten everything, in the end, you were having one of the most beautiful evenings ever.

While you were intent on observing the paintings he unconsciously continued to shift his gaze towards you. As you were fascinated by those works of art, he was fascinated and hopelessly in love with you.

Passing from one painting to another, you came to the masterpiece of that exhibition: The Kiss by Hayez. Rindou hadn't even realized it, but at that precise moment, you turned to him; while he was already looking at you. You started to approach, and he cut the distance between your faces and between your lips, which joined in a romantic kiss.

And although apparently, no one had taken a picture of you, only later did you discover that a camera had captured the whole scene and in Bonten's studio the whole group was celebrating for having managed to save your date. Nobody ever explained to you how Rindou had that picture, which he still keeps as the background of his phone, to always remember that magical autumn night.

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severely-mentally-ill · 3 years

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So like if you’re taking in requests can you make one were changbin was having a bad day and was sexually frustrated so he went to y/n (his Bestfriend) and y/n helped him by letting him ride her thigh😖

Literally, thigh riding is one of my favs. And with Changbin? 🤤😩

Sorry this took so long, I've been a bit busy with working at the Monster Bash, college assignments, and play practice so I tried to get this out as fast as I could.

♤◇ Frustrations ◇♤

Pairing: Seo Changbin x fem!Reader

English is not my first language, this is not proofread, so beware of grammar mistakes.

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Changbin whimpers, gripping at your shoulders as he ruts desperately against your thigh. You move your hands, from where they rested at your sides, to grip his hips, helping by moving his hips faster.

This all happened so fast. One minute, your sitting at the dorm, watching an anime Jeongin had begged you to watch, then the next, Changbin comes out of his room with a hard on, asking if you can help him with it.

You knew he was already having a shitty day to begin with; Bang Chan had eaten his leftovers that he was planning on eating today, Hyunjin didn't do the laundry and he didn't have any clean clothes so he had to do it himself, and he had dropped his phone so now the screen was broken; so you decided to help him out. By letting him ride your thigh.

When you had offered it, he seemed confused. You knew that Changbin still had a little bit of innocence when it came to this stuff, so you weren't surprised when he didn't know what thigh riding was. After you explained it to him, he seemed excited to try it.

So now, here you were; helping Changbin get off as quickly as you can before the other members get home.

"Does it feel good?" You ask, already knowing the answer. Changbin nods his head rapidly.

"Yes! Yes, it-it feels soooo good!" He responds, letting out a broken moan when you flex your thigh.

"What do you think the boys would say if they walked in and saw you like this? Using my thigh to get off because you're too dumb to do it on your own." Changbin whines at that, shaking his head.

"'M not dumb! Not dumb!" He exclaims as his forehead falls onto your shoulder. You chuckle, moving your hands to reach into his sweatpants and grip at his ass. He responds by wrapping his arms around your neck as his hips beging to faulted their movements and his whines become more frequent.

"Are you close, Binnie?" You ask, continuing to knead at his rear. Changbin nods into your shoulder, turning his head so his face is in your neck.

"C-Can I cum, Noona? Please?" He whimpers into your neck.

"And make a mess in your pants? Go ahead." Changbin speeds up his hips for a few seconds before halting with a loud moan into your neck. You watch as a dark patch begins to form in his sweatpants. You move your hands up to rub his back as his whines begin to wind down.

"Feel better now?" You ask him, getting a weak nod in response. Changbin lifts his head and pulls back to look at you. He opens his mouth to speak but is cut off by the sound of approaching voices as footsteps of the other members. Changbin hurriedly pushes himself off of you, trying to stand but having shaky legs, and hurriedly goes to the laundry room to get clean clothes.

Meanwhile, you just press the play button so the anime you were watching resumes. Just as soon as you hear the laundry room door close, the front door opens and the other members come filing in, laughing about something Minho had said.

"Hey, Noona!" Felix greets with a smile as soon as he spots you, the rest of the group following. You crane your neck to look behind you, smiling at the group.

"Have fun shopping?" You ask as they all set down the bags of groceries they got.

"Yeah. Do you know where Changbin is?" Chris asks. "I got him take-out to make up for eating his leftovers."

"He's been in his room all day, but I think I just saw him go to the laundry room." You lie. Bang Chan nods before Jeongin steps forward.

"You're finally watching it! Yay! Can I join you?" He asks, a wide smile on his face. You chuckle.

"Of course." You pat the spot next to you, motioning for him to come sit next to you. He quickly hops over the back of the couch and lands in the spot next to you.

"Thank you." Jeongin says as he rests his head onto your shoulder. You hum in response.

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idlenight · 9 months

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Julia didn't simply see River and recognize him. Her Cain Instinct just activated and she followed it.

She might not be a telepath but she can sense River's annoying little brother vibes from miles away.

#fallen hero #fhr #fallen hero rebirth #fallen hero retribution #ortega #julia ortega #sidestep #oc tag #oc: River Becker #idle art #my art #♤: joined at the hip

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lyneira · 11 months

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♤ places they love to grab during love-making ♤

SMUT - MINORS DNI

fem!reader x hsr and genshin men / cw: mentions of penetration, cunnilingus, tiddy-sucking, creampie

Thighs

Jing Yuan, Scaramouche, Alhaitham, Ayato

They'd love grabbing onto your thighs, especially when they want to tease you. As he'd devour your lips, letting his tongue swirl with yours, he'd tease you by slowly circling his thumb on your inner thighs and dangerously close to your heat, that it would create a knot in your stomach and increase your desperation to have more of him. But most importantly, he'd enjoy grabbing your thighs as he can spread your legs open with ease and pull you in, his crotch slamming against yours so that you can feel just how aroused you're making him.

Ass

Sampo, Luka, Itto, Childe, Cyno

I see these guys as the type to use your butt like a stress ball, squeezing it whenever he gets the chance to. It's just so soft that they can't resist. They'd be the types to enjoy picking you up, holding firm to your behind with your legs wrapped around him as he kisses you or thrusts up into you. They'd also enjoy grabbing your cheeks and spreading them as he'd eat you out from behind.

Tits

Luocha, Welt, Venti, Kaeya, Heizou, Albedo, Tighnari

Another bunch that would love to squeeze you! They'd enjoy fondling your breasts, kissing them, and most of all, hearing the effect of doing so. With your breasts tender and nipples sensitive, you can't help but moan as he massages them. Hearing your sweet sighs when he's giving your boobs some attention would be his favorite thing.

Hips

Blade, Dainsleif, Diluc, Xiao, Zhongli

They'd find your hips the best place to hold while fucking you in particular. Not only would he be able to keep you still for a smoother entry into your cunt, he could even pull you in towards him and thrust deeper into your core if he so wanted to. (He'd especially take advantage of this when he wants to ensure that his seed is planted in the deepest parts of you, also taking the opportunity to enjoy watching as his essence gushes out of your hole and forms a ring around his cock). Overall, he'd have more control over handling you, and this would emphasize his dominance in bed.

Waist

Gepard, Dan Heng, Kazuha, Kaveh, Gorou, Thoma, Baizhu

Specifically, they'd love wrapping their arms around your waist and hold you close to them as they make love to you. They just find it much more intimate, being able to feel your chest pressed up against his, hot skin-against-skin, and almost being able to feel both of each other's hearts pounding as you two join together in ecstasy. It also gives him a sense of security, that he's able to protect you and keep you in his arms like this.

EXTRA:

Hands

There would be those who enjoy holding your hand, entwining his fingers with yours as he makes love to you, giving you a firm, but gentle reassurance that he's there with you and there to take care of you

-> Dan Heng, Welt, Luocha, Thoma, Baizhu, Zhongli, Tighnari, Cyno, Kaveh, Albedo, Gorou, Kazuha

And on the other hand, there would be those who would enjoy roughly grabbing your hands/wrists and pinning them down so that they can enjoy watching you squirm and quiver under his touch, kisses, and thrusts

-> Blade, Sampo, Childe, Scaramouche, Xiao, Dainsleif

Those who would do both

-> Jing Yuan, Gepard, Luka, Ayato, Alhaitham, Diluc, Kaeya, Heizou, Venti, Itto

Face/cheeks

Those who cup your cheeks and gently caress your face as he drowns himself in your lips and ruts his hips against yours

-> Dan Heng, Luocha, Luka, Thoma, Gorou, Kaveh, Albedo, Venti, Diluc, Baizhu, Kazuha, Tighnari

Those who would forcefully grab you by your jaw or squeeze your cheeks so that he can see the delightful expression on your face as he rams his cock into you

-> Blade, Sampo, Scaramouche, Alhaitham, Childe

Those who would do both

-> Jing Yuan, Gepard, Welt, Ayato, Zhongli, Cyno, Itto, Kaeya, Heizou, Xiao, Dainsleif

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multi-fandom-imagine · 2 years

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I have some prompts I happened to like, maybe for Bridgerton , Cowboy Bebop, Encanto or Batman {2022}. I really want to write for Bridgerton but I’d write for the other ones too.

The Prompts:

❀ for a forehead kiss

✦ for our muses to hold hands

❉ for one muse to nap against the other

✱ for one muse to surprise the other

✸ for our muses to cuddle

❄ for our muses to enjoy the first snow of winter

♛ for my muse to teach yours something new

☂ for our muses to stargaze

♡ for one muse to wake the other with breakfast in bed

♤ for a kiss on the palm

☁ for our muses to get caught in the rain without an umbrella

☀ for one muse to surprise the other with a home-cooked meal

☾ for one muse to hug the other without explanation

♞ for one muse to give the other a massage

✞ for one muse to give the other flowers

✔ for one muse to caress the other’s face

✚ for our muses to shower/bathe together

＄for one muse to catch the other staring lovingly

NSFW Prompts { sit to this and the next one-credit to them }

[ UNZIP ] : sender unzips/unbuttons receiver’s dress/shirt - s l o w l y

[ STRADDLE ] :sender straddles receiver.

[ PULL ] :sender pulls receiver closer to them.

[ PUSH ] : sender pushes receiver against a wall during foreplay.

[ PIN ] :sender pins receiver in place during foreplay/sex.

[ TRAIL ] : sender presses a trail of kisses from receiver’s chin down to their waist.

[ HOIST ] :sender lifts receiver on top of a counter as they have sex.

[ BENEATH ] : sender moves a hand beneath an item of receiver’s clothing to touch their skin.

[ SCRATCH ] : sender trails their fingernails against receiver’s skin during sex.

[ TUG ] :sender tugs receiver’s hair while making out or having sex.

[ TILT ] :sender tilts receiver’s head to the side to kiss their neck.

[ LIFT ] : sender lifts receiver up, so receiver’s legs wrap around sender’s waist.

[ LAP ] : sender pulls receiver into their lap.

[ BEHIND ] : sender arrives behind receiver and begins to kiss them from behind.

[ HUSH ] : sender and receiver try to keep quiet during sex.

[ PUBLIC ] : sender and receiver have sex in a public place.

[ YANK ] : sender rips off an item of receiver’s clothing.

[ COVER ] : sender uses fabric to cover receiver’s eyes during foreplay/sex.

[ ICE ] : sender uses ice cubes against receiver’s bare skin.

[ MARK ] : via gentle biting or hickeys, sender leaves a mark on receiver.

‘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆’ 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.

[ INVITE ]:sender invites the receiver to join them on the dance floor.

[ HAND ]:sender extends a hand to the receiver, wordlessly asking for a dance.

[ TWIRL ]:sender lifts their arm while dancing with the receiver, encouraging them to twirl while they dance.

[ LOCK ]:while dancing together, sender initiates and maintains prolonged, intense eye-contact with the receiver.

[ PULL ]: sender pulls the receiver closer against them while they dance.

[ POSITION ]:sender rearranges the receiver’s hands to the correct, albeit more intimate position ( i.e. on their waist, hips, hands, etc. )

[ WAIST ]: sender rests a hand on the receiver’s waist as they dance together.

[ CHEEK ]: sender draws the receiver in closer while they dance, until they’re dancing cheek-to-cheek.

[ HAIR ]:while dancing together, sender buries their face into the receiver’s hair. (for muses with shorter hair, the sender might run their hands through their hair instead!)

[ DIP ]: sender guides the receiver into an elegant, graceful dip, lowering them down while keeping a steady hand supporting them against their lower back.

[ AVOID ]: sender brings the receiver to dance with them in order to avoid a source of unwanted attention (aimed at the sender).

[ SAVE ]:sender rescues the receiver from a source of unwanted attention by inviting them up to the dance floor to dance together.

[ HUM ]: sender begins to gently hum a tune for them and the receiver to dance to while in an empty, quiet room.

[ SILENCE ]: sender and receiver begin to dance together in perfect silence.

[ RADIO ]: sender and receiver begin to dance together while listening to a song on the radio.

[ STEADY ]: sender catches the receiver and steadies them after they make an accidental misstep while dancing together.

[ UP ]: sender briefly lifts the receiver up in the air while spinning during a dance together.

[ BACK ]:sender slowly lowers their hand until it’s resting against the receiver’s lower back while they’re dancing together.

[ CHEST ]: sender rests their head against the receiver’s chest while they’re dancing together.

[ WEDDING ]:sender and receiver share their first dance together as a married couple.

[ KITCHEN ]:sender and receiver dance together in the kitchen.

[ OUTSIDE ]:sender and receiver dance together while outside.

The Language Of Flowers

Acacia: Hidden love, beauty in withdrawal

Amaryllis: Pride, a hard won success

Anemone: Vanishing hopes

Bells of Ireland: Wish for good luck

Carnation: Fascination, love and distinction

Daffodil (Narcissus): Honesty and truth

Dahlia flower: Warnings and change

Daisy: Innocence, loyal love and purity

Delphinium: Open heart, ardent attachement

Gardenia: Symbol of secret love

Gladiolus: Remembrance, faithfulness and sincerity

Hyacinth: I’m sorry, please forgive me.

Iris: Eloquence

Lily (general) : Purity of the heart and refined beauty

Lily of the valley: Return of happiness

Marigold: Passion and creativity

Orchid: Beauty, refinement and love

Peony: Happy marriage

Lavender: Love at first sight

Red rose: Love, respect, courage and passion

White rose: Purity, secrecy, silence, innocence and charm

Sunflower: Good luck and ambition

Tulip: Irresistible love

Violet: Faithfulness, modesty and delicate love

Zinnia: Lasting affection, daily remembrance and good memories

tea prompts

feel free to reblog & use for your own blog/s ♡

lemon tea; what are mornings like with them?

peppermint tea; what do they get excited about?

chamomile tea; what is their sleep schedule like? does it change around their s/o?

earl grey tea; how did they court their s/o?

milk tea; what are their kisses like?

coffee; do they get jealous easily? how do they show it?

rosehip tea; how romantic are they? how do they show affection?

black tea; what do they look for in a person?

pomegranate tea; at what point did they know they loved their s/o?

matcha tea; how and when do they propose to their s/o?

chai tea; how do they spice up their relationship?

hibiscus tea; what’s their favourite place to take their s/o?

green tea; how do they comfort their s/o?

russian caravan tea; how experienced are they with relationships?

english breakfast tea; would they want a family?

rooibos tea; what’s their favourite thing to do with their s/o?

#bridgerton #encanto #bruno madrigal #anthony bridgerton #Colin Bridgerton #benedict bridgerton #bruce wayne #battinson #spike spiegel #cowboy bebop spike spiegel #cowboy bebop spike #cowboy bebop #the batman 2022

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sugurizz · 3 years

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AOT Boys and the spots that make them lose their minds - PART 2 PART 1

my other precious boys and their most sensitive body parts...

(explicit content, smut/NSFW, Minors DNI)

Warnings: sexual content

Pairings : Levi x reader, Erwin x reader, Miche x reader

Oh gosh don't get me started on his armpits. Levi’s armpits are fucking perfection. His skin is adorably pale and feels awfully soft to touch.

he’s not too hairy in there, just the right amount to make you bite your lips whenever his arms are raised. Sometimes you drag them up while you ride him, admiring the sexiest view beneath you; his little pants are music to your ears, intense blush tainting his cheeks and nose, his sharp abs flexing and his drool is spilling with pleasure. He loses it when you lean to give them an obscenely wet lick, dragging your tongue all over them. Rolling your tongue softly against his armpits will drive him crazy, his eyes get teary with so much overstimulation and he can’t handle how good it feels when you massage them. a few strokes in the spot between them and his chest make him go incredibly hard, especially when his hands are tied up and the only thing he could see is the black fabric of his silk blindfold. He’s not usually the type to be so vocal during your hot sessions. But when humanity’s strongest is tied up and looks so helpless, squirming under you and embarrassingly admitting how hugely turned on he feels, it makes you want to torment him more and play with his fragile body like your own toy.

Sitting on his lap, the hard tent between his legs pokes against your entrance, leaving you ridiculously wet and horny. You quickly realize that he’s not the only one being teased and toyed with. Your drenched pussy is growing as impatient and hungry as he is, begging for attention and urging you to ride his cock till you get dumb.

He smirks at how pathetically you give up, rubbing your thighs against his shaft and whining in his ears in little, broken sounds. “who’ll take care of your soaked panties now? brat.” He breaks away from his ties, arms locking you before throwing you on the bed. “You’ll pay for your behavior little one, nice and slow...”

You already know, his weakest point is his damn neck.

Erwin’s neck is the best place you could tackle to get him in the mood. If he ever says he’s busy and he can’t do it, just climb on his lap and nestle your face in his neck, he’ll literally swallow his words back.

As strong and sober-minded he might seem, it’s totally another matter when it comes to you. He gets so putty in your hands in seconds. A few licks to his neck make him wrap his arms around you, hugging you closer and nudging his face back in your shoulder. He grunts and ruts his hips against yours eagerly.

“you’re so impatient, doll.” His fingers nudge through your hair. He whispers mischievously “I’m pretty sure I made you cum on this cock more times than you could remember, just a few hours ago. But look at you now...” he spreads your legs to to watch you get wetter under his piercing gaze. ♤♤♤

The little spot joining his ears to his neck is also a sweet secret between you two. It’s so sensitive when you plant some wet kisses there, using your fangs to bite his earlobes and letting your warm breath fan over his flesh.

This babe has a huge back. He loves stretching it in the morning and allowing you to see his muscles contract gracefully. I can tell it’s one of his best weaknesses. Caressing the small of his back when you’re in public is a great way to change his stoic face into a puzzled expression. eyes drifting fast to yours as you grin back to him. He certainly can’t teach you manners when you’re outside, but your punishment will be rescheduled when you get back home.

He also gets so turned on when you give his ass a little attention, his cheeks are so perfect and smooth to kiss. You can even lean over to bite them when giving him a nice oil massage. He’ll growl and tell you to do it again as he feels his length hardening against the bedsheets.

little note: Miche uses your panties (that you were wearing of course) to get off. in front of you. He ties you to the chair and forces you to watch him stroke that shlong of his shamelessly. baby gets so rude by drooling on his own cock to lube it, hands still working up and down and face covered with the fabric of your panties. His grunts get higher on purpose, knowing what kind of feeling they ignite in your tummy. Without even being able to touch yourself, you imagine those same grunts he lets out when he’s balls deep in you, lips in the crook of your neck.

He keeps the eye contact the whole time he jerks himself, his glance lands on your thighs rubbing together, desperately trying to find some relief. “Miche , please, I can’t… anymore”

He won’t give it to you until you cry and beg him enough for his liking. he feels so victorious when the sweet tears of defeat start running on your cheeks.

He stops his show seconds before cumming and heads towards you, wiping your wet cheeks in awe. The rest is for you to imagine.

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once-was-muses · 3 years

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♤+ for your muse to help mine undress (Antonio) for @the-arkham-librarian

He tried to be quiet. He really did. But after trying and failing to pull his damn shirt off five fucking times, Antonio can't help but grunt in frustration and pain as his broken arm flops uselessly at his side. He swears under his breath when he feels a hand at his back, knowing his less than dignified struggle has been discovered.

"Let me help you," is Eliza's gentle urging. She's learned by now he's more cooperative if she tells rather than asks. "You've been gone two months. You're hurt. Let me help you."

Antonio grumbles, but allows her to carefully pull the open dress shirt off him one arm at a time, making sure to be extra careful with his injury. She frowns once the garment is off, tossing it to the side to look at the scabbed over cuts and scrapes littering his upper arm.

"Hey, careful with that," Antonio teases with faux offense. "You know how much that shirt cost me?"

"Nothing, because I got it for you," Eliza replies, clearly unimpressed.

"Yeah, well, y'know," Antonio counters. He attempts to jokingly gesture at the shirt, only to be painfully reminded that one of his arms is out of commission, hissing and grabbing that shoulder.

With a sigh, Eliza rests her cheek against his back, her arm circling around his waist. "Just lay down and rest," she pleads, rubbing her thumb against the top of his abdomen.

A twang of guilt pulls at Antonio's heartstrings, his hand coming to rest over hers and folding their fingers together. An idea coming to mind, he closes his fingers around her hand, spinning around and pulling her against his front instead, stopping himself from trying to use his bad arm. Obviously pleased with the evident surprise on her face, he smirks before trailing kisses from her lips to her jaw, turning to devilish little nibbles once he reaches her neck.

Though unable to keep from shuddering, Eliza sighs and says, "Antonio."

"This ain't gonna kill me, tesora, not if that lich didn't," he says. Nipping her jaw, he adds, "an' besides, even if it does, we'll just have'ta wait a couple days." At the withering look from his girlfriend, he holds up a hand and assures, "kidding! I'm kiddin'."

Eliza sighs in exasperation, but tilts his chin up to press a kiss to his lips. "Let's get to bed first, then we can think about that. And you have to let me help."

"Ya say that like it's some kinda downside," he teases with a waggle of his eyebrows, letting her lead him off towards the bedroom.

Once they've made it, Eliza pushes Antonio down to sit on the bed, immediately undoing the front of his pants and slipping her hand into his underwear. He growls in approval when she starts palming his cock, rolling his hips to press himself further into her hand, leaning up to capture her lips in a kiss. His good hand sneaks up her leg to hook a thumb into the waistband of her skirt- only for her to playfully swat his hand away. She steps back some to push the garment down herself, along with her panties, her shirt soon joining the pile. Her bra, however, stays in place, Eliza smirking as Antonio gives her a look of his own. Pulling him up to stand again, she helps him out of his remaining clothes, adding them to the discard pile as well, giving his member a teasing squeeze.

Narrowing his eyes, Antonio retaliates by suddenly spinning her around, trapping her against him with an arm around her waist. He nips and kisses the base of her neck as he lowers his head, soon enough undoing her bra with his teeth. Circling around to face her, he smirks triumphantly, chuckling as she shakes her head at him.

Once she's taken her bra off as well, Antonio pushes her onto the bed, kissing her fervently. He attempts to reach down while propping himself up- only for his bad arm to immediately buckle, Antonio letting out a string of cusses as he lands on top of Eliza. Rolling her eyes, she flips them over, all but pinning him with one hand on his chest. He sighs, but obeys the unspoken command as she straddles his thigh. Beginning to stroke him again, she rocks her hips back and forth, Antonio letting out a groan at the joint sensations.

As soon as they're both ready, she lifts herself up to move over him properly, bracing herself with a hand on his shoulder and just next to the other. When she sinks down on him, they both let out a breath, Antonio's good hand coming up to grip her hip. After a moment to adjust, Eliza starts moving with Antonio following suit soon after, setting a quick, snapping pace. Evidently they both missed each other more than they realized. Finding himself at a loss for words- him, of all people- Antonio urges Eliza to lean down. She obliges, kissing him before he can do the same, deepening it with a hand holding his head. He moans into the kiss, letting her into his mouth as he reaches his hand down to rub her clit. The sound she makes sends a shudder through him, straight to his cock, encouraging him to buck into her even faster. He curses that lich for breaking his arm as he longs to run his other hand along her body, to touch her more, to hold her as they rock together, forced to settle for only stroking her core. Although, with the beautiful noises she's making and the way she's kissing him, it's not the worst turn of events.

It's not long from there that they both reach the finish line, a lovebite from Antonio and a moan from Eliza sending the other over the edge, impossible to tell who came first. Even still, after they've both stilled and snuggled up together under the covers, Antonio won't hesitate to teasingly accuse her of it. Which, much to his delight, earns him another annoyed sigh and a pointed, "goodnight."

#Kirby's writing tag tba #The Inventor's Son : Antonio da Vinci #the arkham librarian #nsfvv #Pens and Swords : Antonio/Eliza tag #[ not pictured: Antonio trying (and spectacularly failing) to make her breakfast in the morning :p ]

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