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insertmesoftly · 2 years

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Villain Bruno x Defiant Fem Y/N (CW Dubcon/Breeding Kink)

@vocalvixen20cp For you ❤️

You shakily got home, exhausted after a day of work. The town was excited, it would be Antonio's birthday and finally, the night he would receive his gift. Though your neighbors and friends kept asking you to join them... you kept refusing. You were too tired. Parties aren't your thing. It was true but...

You still felt like a liar.

You dropped your cloak on the floor and moved up your stairs. You couldn't relax yet. You knew the worst was to come.

You opened your door, expecting to see the familiar signs of a temper tantrum. You saw a calm, humming Bruno, still with the ponytail you’d given him that day, instead. He turned to see you and his smile widened.

'You got here earlier than expected! What, no time to party?'

This... confused you. You knew how he felt about his family. You expected him to be in a flurry over the newest addition to the family getting his powers. Getting accepted. You furrowed your brows as you walked in.

'No... I didn't want to. Are... you alright? You're off today...'

'Ay, tesoro.' He moved to be in front of you sweeping you in his arms and readily nuzzling your neck.

'You're so thoughtful... you deserve a reward.'

'A.... reward?'

'Of course.' He's still on your neck, giving it kisses, his hand exploring your flesh.

'Who else do I owe everything to? You deserve... to be taken care of.' He finally separates just a bit to look at you. You know he's scheming something. You can tell by his tone and eyes. You don't trust this... but you also saw no reason to disagree. It's been a while since your first fuck.

'Alright... what do you have in mind?'

His grin widens as he takes you by the hand.

It started with gentle kisses on the bed as he took off your clothes and left a trail all the way down until he was met with your lips. He gingerly began to lick at your labia, his hands kneading your thighs, rubbing them up and down. They stayed on your hips as his tongue delved deeper. Your breathing staggered and your hands gripped his head, your tight grip undoing his hair.

‘Aah… Bruno…’ He was being so gentle, unlike the first time. He’s being way too… unlike himself. Despite your enjoyment, you pull on his hair and make him look at you. He looked surprised but pleased.

‘What? Am I doing a bad job?’

‘No…. You need to tell me what you have planned.’ Your anxiety could not rest. It’s Bruno. He’s always had wild ideas. ‘Are you trying to distract me from something? What did you do?’

Your grip tightened enough to make him hiss, but his smile remained. ‘There’s nothing to really say. I just wanted to give you a good night… Is it a crime to want to make you feel the best I can?’

He moved his hand to forcefully separate yours from his hair. His ponytail was undone now, he took off the band that held it together and remade it hastily. Some hair still slipped away but he didn’t care as he took your legs and moved them with him as he rose. Now you had to be on your back as he stood, unable to grab at him again. He was less soft with his licks, nicking parts of you with his teeth, sucking on your clit as he fingered you. You had spurned his good graces, so now he was paying you back. You squirmed beneath him, your first orgasm ripped out of you with convulsions from the quickness of his actions.

‘WHAT WAS THAT?!’

‘Just the warm-up!’ He undid his britches and pulled out his cock, stroking himself after lowering you back down.

‘I need you to be soft… and prepared.’ At your glower he teased you by pinching your cheek. ‘That won’t do…’ He flipped you around simple enough and held your arms behind you as you squealed indignantly.

‘What are you doing?? There’s something off about you today! What are you hiding?’ You tried to face him, but he pressed your head down as he positioned you.

‘I told you…’

He aimed himself and slowly entered you, the act deliberately taking longer than it should. He made a noise in the back of his throat, nestling himself as far as he could before leaning down to kiss your back.

‘I just want you to feel good…’

You shivered. ‘….. Cabron.’

He snickered and began his slow thrusts. His hands gripped at your breasts, enjoying keeping them in place and feeling them. Nothing bad had presented itself… so you decided to enjoy the sex, slightly whimpering whenever he grazed your sensitive spot, moving in time with him so that he could hit it again. Bruno cooed at you for giving in, moving to your neck and humming into your ear as he continued rocking at a steady pace.

‘You feel wonderful, tesoro.’

‘Hmmm… I’d better, since you’re always on me like a dog.’

Bruno bit your neck at this, but you knew he wouldn’t feel insulted. Or you had hoped…

‘I am a dog… I’m yours, aren’t I?’

He moved away from you, his hands now firmly on your hips. He gave you a few squeezes as he quickened, every shot a direct hit for you.

‘Shit-Shit-Shit, can you- Slow down a little!’

‘Sorry, can’t hear you! I’m a dog, so I don’t know when to stop. I just want to fuck.’

He practically growled his last line, his nails dug into your flesh. He was going as fast as he wanted to, as deep as he cared to, though you were close to another orgasm, the sudden feeling of him twitching made your stomach become knotted.

‘Wait- Bruno- get out! Let go of-!’

‘Can’t! Hear! You!’ He was doing this on purpose. He was going to cum inside you. You squirmed at the sensation, your first time feeling him as he let out his breath and shoved as deep as he could, shot after shot of hot liquid filling you up.

You gasped for breath and trembled beneath him, unsure of what to do or what to say. You moved a hand to try to shove him off, he gripped it against your back and spoke through his heavy breathing.

‘We aren’t done yet… At least one more load for tonight…’ He pulled out just a bit, and pushed inside again, the obscene noise from it made your toes curl.

‘Bruno… why?’ Your mind was racing, you were still in shock. ‘You want me to get pregnant? You want me to have kids???’

‘Well, yeah, obviously!’ He leaned back to be close to your neck, talking into your ear.

'Come on, mi vida. It's not fair to let my sisters win. We should give the family some new Madrigals to really celebrate...'

This was it? What he was so sneaky about all night?!

‘So, what, this is all just petty revenge?!’

‘Of course not!’ He got weirdly quiet for a second, repositioning himself to not lean on you with his weight, before continuing.

‘I thought about it. We can do it. We can have kids. And we’ll raise them better…’ His arms circled around you, like an embrace. He nuzzled your neck.

'Don't you love me? Don't you want to please me?' His hand moved over your abdomen where he could feel his own thrusts. He clenched his hand over your skin, his eyes glazing at the image in his head, grunts following every word.

'I want your belly full with twins. And more after them. I want to have the most kids in the family... ngh, and we're already so late.' He paused to whisper in your ear, squeezing a tit and rolling a nipple between his fingers, his breath hitching as you clenched around him. 'I need to keep you full. I want to keep you stretched. Every night, mi vida, we need to keep going, we need to beat them, don't we?'

He turned you around to look at you, a bit of his previous load slips as he momentarily releases you, but he's back to plug you up in a second. His eyes have you unable to look away, his grin stretching his face as he laughs at you.

'Why are you looking at me like that? You said you'd do anything to help me before... Pooooor Bruno,' his hand brushes your cheek and he’s back to thrusting, you wince. You can already feel bruising.

'I know you pitied me. That's how all of this started, right? Poor, loser Bruno. Rejected by his family. Out in the streets like a dog. You should've known better than to take a stray in.'

His hand moves to your neck, massaging it it, contemplating giving it a squeeze, but he settled it back to be between your breasts. He could feel your heavy breathing and thunderous heart at once and he reveled in being the cause. He leaned back down to give you a kiss, sweet, sloppy, tender. He inhales your breath as he leaves you.

'Pobrecita. I'm never going to leave you.'

You cry out as the hand on your chest moved to tease your clit. He's on your neck; the biting, the licking, the rubbing, the thrusts. You whine, shrill sounds escaping your throat as you writhe under him, helpless to the overwhelming stimulation.

'Bruno! Stop!'

'Haaah, but you're making such pretty sounds, amor. Keep going.' He kisses the bottom of your chin, his stubble prickling your sensitive skin.

His tone stayed sweet. 'Come on, I've got you. I've got you... Cum for me? Andale, mi amor. Be a good girl...'

He picked you up with one arm, angling you better to where he knew you'd feel him the most, still touching you without his tempo stopping. He licks your chest and nibbles on a breast.

'I've got you... I want you to finish... please? Come on, baby, you're... so close I can feel it.'

'Fuck!' You gripped your pillow tightly and screamed as you did what he asked, thrusting back with him, clenching his dick, begging for his release too as you rode yours out.

'Bruno, more! More! More!' You cried. You wanted to be full, you wanted more heat, you wanted him to feel good to. Your permission was all he wanted.

'As you wish.' He thrusted a few more times, cumming inside you and dragging it out as you slowly became a ragdoll beneath him. You breathed hard as you felt every spurt spill, warmth pulling and staying even as he stopped.

So much had happened, you were both tired and running off the high. Still, he laughed deliriously at what you unwittingly have agreed to.

'You like this. You want this. Come on.'

He sounds so condescending; your irritation grows as he pinches your nose.

'Admit you want me to fuck you every night like this.'

You groan and try pushing him back, ready to get clean.

'I'm not going to admit to anything... you always do what you want anyways.'

'Aaww... wait.' Bruno stops your movements, pushing you back to bed a bit forcefully.

'We don't want any of my cum getting out of you.... yet.' He corrected the last bit at your expression. He slowly peeled himself away from you, thrusting back in any sperm that spurted without him.

'We should find a way to plug you up...'

'Bruno, I'm not going to try shoving anything that isn't safe inside me.'

'You already took me in! Why don't we try a few more- OUCH, ok, STOP MOVING!!'

He held down your legs as you kicked him, more concerned over the leaking than his own safety.

'Okay, okay. We can talk about it later. Just... stay put. I'll clean.'

Your eyebrows raised. 'You? The slob? Since when were you this nice?'

He scowled at your insult but got out of bed and kissed your forehead anyways.

'Since you agreed to have my kids.' He didn't stop at that, opting for a proper, deep kiss.

You hummed at the sudden sentiment, still wide eyed as he departed from you. His smile was soft. So unlike him.

His forehead pressed yours.

'You're mine now. I'm going to take care of you.'

You gave a little nod, unable to use your voice. He chuckled just a bit, his eyes closed and opened back to his usual asshole expression.

'Well, that's that.'

Enough being vulnerable. He got up and started doing as he promised, switching the sheets gently the best he could and wiping your body with a wet towel. He marveled at your stomach and couldn’t help caressing it as he watched it rise and fall with your breaths.

You can't leave him now. He felt reassured from the way you took him. You won’t be getting rid of him.

You're bound to him.

#villain bruno #bruno madrigal x reader #bruno x y/n #bruno x you #bruno x reader #bruno x oc #bruno madrigal x y/n #bruno madrigal #bruno madrigal x oc #cw breeding #cw dubcon #cw dubious consent #villain!bruno au #FINALLY I FINISHED THIS FOR YOU SING #THANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST AND FOR THE SUPPORT #AAAAAAAAH I HOPE I DID WELL WITH THIS IM SORRY I TRIED

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crazykuroneko · 9 months

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Tfw you were rooting for a team sooooo hard, but after they won, you found out that she abused him all those years he even scared to bump into her again, that she's such a bad coach she turned a fan/pupil into not wanting to talk about her at all, and you saw her on camera kissing a known pedo when she's still married. I wish I could enjoy this performance again, now it's just cold 💀

#they should have given the gold to sui/han who deserve it #bruno could keep the money #moi.txt #it's not figure skating if you don't smh figure out your fave is abuser/sexual predator/misogynist #or a war supporter #i'm sorry i forgot #Youtube

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applesap-fics · 2 years

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Day 13 - Bees

G, 200 words, Antonio & Bruno Madrigal

After staring at himself in the mirror for quite some time, putting up his sister’s golden earrings to his lobes and checking himself out, and because Pepa was starting to get quite annoying about how handsome Antonio would look with his ears pierced, Bruno took her youngest to the jeweler's shop on a chilly Thursday afternoon.

Bruno winced when the needle pierced his flesh. Antonio was brave and gave Bruno’s hand two little squeezes.

Half an hour after picking out their sets, they swaggered out the shop feeling like the cream of the crop. His nephew proudly strutted wearing his diamond studs, set in silver, chosen with glittering eyes. Bruno wore little golden rings, simple and masculine. They stung nicely and weighed, like little tugs, like little lovebites, on Bruno’s ears.

“Are you okay, Toni? It doesn’t hurt?” Bruno asked. Antonio really liked Bruno’s nickname for him. Made him feel a little bit more grown at seven years old.

“It felt a little like a bee sting,” his young nephew answered with his head cocked, tenderly touching his newly pierced lobes, squinting at the weird feeling. “And how about you, tío Bruno?”

“Yeah,” Bruno agreed. “Kinda like a bee sting.”

#encantober #bruno madrigal #antonio madrigal #drabble #encanto #i love playing with the prompt im sorry: no actual bees!#this is (spoilers) going to end up in Your Words Unspoken #did antonio give him two squeezes when he got his ears pierced. or to support tio bruno getting his ears pierced? you decide #i actually really enjoy this fill so much ahhaha #Your Words Unspoken #lpqnh

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daisys-gard3n · 2 years

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Nighttime Sweetness {Bruno x Fragola x Leone}

warning: smut/sexual content, spitroasting

commission for @snlangford

With the dull sound of keys jingling on the other side, the door eventually swung open to allow whoever into the apartment. The sounds of shoes thudding as they were shrugged off echoed, leaving only the thudding of their feet to pad deeper into the apartment. The lights were switched on to welcome the owners back home. Fragola placed her purse down on the counter, laughing a little alongside a conversation with booze slowly bubbling in her system. She wasn’t sure how much she drank, it was just fun between her and the two men she loved. Alongside dinner and pleasant conversation, bottles of wine were emptied into everyone’s glasses and drunk to their hearts content. A pair of muscular arms looped in between her arms and firmly caught the brunette into a warm coil, the alcohol in Fragola’s system bubbling more with glee as she laughed – knowing who it was from the scent of bergamot and ocean greeting her nose, alongside the gentle kisses pressed from her cheek and traveled down to her jawline.

“Had fun tonight, Cara?” Bruno asked, slowly bringing Fragola’s body into a slight rock. Her hands found their way onto his forearms as she let out a satisfied hum. “Mm-hm.”

“That’s good, it’s been so long since we went out…Had to make it a little special, no?” Fragola allowed her lover to bend down and casually tickle her skin with those warm kisses. Her heart was beginning to pick up its pace as she reveled in the feeling. Eventually, her attention was pulled away from Bruno for the moment when a pair of waxy-textured lips pressed onto her – cold fingers lacing themselves into the depts of her brown locks. The kiss was a bit rough, as he was trying to be gentle. The wax of his lipstick rubbing against her burgundy-coated ones. Leone pulled away with a quiet pant, the amorous spark in the taller man’s lavender-lemonade gaze only blew the flames slowly burning inside of Fragola veins. With a teasing giggle, she tilted her head questioningly.

“Aww, were you jealous? Was I not giving you enough attention?”

The small ‘hmph’ leaving Leone’s mouth only made the mischief in Fragola spark more inside of her, egging her to just keep pushing him. Icy blue eyes curling into crescents with her smile whilst Bruno watched quietly. He knew exactly what was going to result because of this, this gentle teasing to get Leone’s gears grinding – she does it purposefully anytime the three of them were together. Fragola only wants to see how much she can push Leone until the inevitable.

“If you wanted a kiss, all you need to do was ask. It’s okay to voice your need, Mon Cher~” The fingers that were laced in Fragola’s roots slowly slid out, tracing down the curve of her cheek and down her chin until they wrapped around the base of her throat. Palm pressing into her choker and fingers squeezing carefully and oh so gently. Fragola inhaled sharply, that smile still curled on her lips that was smudged with added lilac.

“Keep running that mouth and you’ll be needing to voice yours.”

Bruno’s smile could only curl out of mischief with Fragola and Leone’s banter, his hands deciding to follow suit with Leone’s and wander as they pleased. The cute gasp that slipped past her now plum-colored lips before getting silenced by the other man’s lips breathed flames inside of Bruno. Fingers teasingly tracing each little stich of Fragola’s dress with lips pressing against her ear, playfully muttering.

“Let’s put that playful mood to good use, Cara. Hm?”

Slow yet passionate. Gentle yet wild. That’s how Fragola could explain the moments after, danced to the bedroom with the two men until she was tossed onto their large bed. Lips pressed against hers messily and hands now free to roam and slip into wherever they wanted, even grabbing ahold of the zipper of her dress and guiding it down to expose her body. Leone’s kisses were rough and took the breath out of Fragola’s lungs as their tongues danced, even earning a quiet ‘slow down’ from Bruno before he went back to his spot on her pale neck. Bruno’s kiss was different, he already had a sense of pacing with the gentle massage of his lips against Fragola’s. Keeping her attention on him with his hands reaching to grab a handful of her breasts, hot calloused fingers caressing those sensitive nipples and giving and occasional light pinch. Each cute gasp and squirm the shorter woman made in his lap only made Bruno undeniably harder. All while Leone’s cold calloused fingers traced patterns into the plush of her skin, hooking them around the waistband of her underwear and yanking them off to reveal his treat. Purple lipstick kisses trailing all over Fragola’s pale skin and leading to the sweet honey of her sopping cunt, a loud and lewd kiss pressed on the lips before diving in.

It was rather dizzying, moments blurred and the touch of these two men made her burn with arousal. The gentle yanks of her brown locks and domineering gesture of grabbing her face to make her look at one of them guided her through the whirlwind of this night. Now laying on her stomach and looking at Bruno watching intently from a chair nearby while Leone bottomed out in her, the stretch stung for a moment, but it was replaced with the tightness in her loins that appeared once more – her gummy walls snug around the silver-haired man’s cock and arousal coating him sufficiently, the slick helping him move easier in her with each thrust. Leone’s pace quickly roughened, yet he controlled himself enough to go overboard. Comforting hands leaving her waist and feeling up her marked body, Fragola’s ice-blue eyes rolled up with pleasure and drool leaking from the corners of her now mulberry smeared lips. They sung the sweetest song of moans and pants with each pump into her, her fingers grabbing ahold of the sheets for dear life and legs shaking keeping her hips up for Leone.

“Doesn’t our sweetheart look good like this, Bruno?” Leone cooed, a smirk on his smeared lips as hand reached over to grasp comfortably around her throat to lift her head up to face the raven-haired man. Fragola let out a gasp and her cunt pulsed around Leone’s cock at the feeling, sweat dripping off her body. Bruno could only smile in response, slowly getting up from the chair to face the young woman. Fingers lacing in her brown hair and watching how her mouth hung open and let out her cute gasps and whimpers. He could tell that her attention wasn’t necessarily on him, rather his harden cock that hung straight out.

“Mm-hm, she’s so adorable like this.”

“I know what you’re thinking…Just use her mouth, I know you want to.”

A swipe of his thumb against Fragola’s lip was more than enough of an answer. That hand held her head still and another aligned the tip of his cock at her lips, Fragola understood what she needed to do and opened her mouth to let Bruno insert his cock inside. A groan left Bruno’s lips as Fragola’s tongue messily swirled around the length until she felt her lover gently start to pump himself inside of her mouth, reaching to the back of her throat and going slightly down.

“Fuck…So good.” Those sweet compliments only blurred her mind, absorbed by the feeling of getting used by her two lovers. Closing her eyes and feeling herself build up once more to cum, the blur of their opposing rhythms made it feel so so good. Waiting for the climax of the night, to be filled with cum and to reach out to both for comfort in her tired state. The real bliss of the evening.

#commission #snlangford #bruabba x oc #not sfw #one shot #smut #thank you for the support!#hopefully i got it how you want it djkdsl #bruno x oc #leone x oc

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mel0-dy · 2 years

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the fact that i can now finally draw makes me very happy 🥺

#i've been struggling to do it but i learned that taking a break really helps 💙#i decided to draw bruno since morning but idk why there's no inspo yet TT #thank you for the support! ^_^💙#i really appreciate you all even the fact i don't draw much :(( 💙#eris letters

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alicedrawslesmis · 3 months

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(sorry this is from a week ago but) Wait, what's going on right now that's complicated with Amazonian farmers' land rights?

Not farmers, indigenous people

See, recently they put a new law through congress that severely reduces indigenous land to the borders established during the late dictatorship, or immediately post-dictatorship, in 1988. An absolute joke of a border that was dreamed up by some military assholes. People in america may recognize this type of society from the times of westward expansion and think this is a thing of the past because for you guys it is. But here it is a reality. Murder is rampant. The reach of the law is incredibly limited. Government is just too weak and landowners basically run things. THAT'S WHY it's so important to donate directly to the native peoples instead of random NGOs because native people are fucking there and the more power they hold in the land the safer the land will be from agroindustrial expansion.

Well the law was vetoed by the the president and the Supremo Tribunal Federal, aka supreme federal court, labeled it as unconstitutional. Which it is, because our 1988 constitution describes native american land rights in some of its first articles. We thought this would be it for the law

But then the senate (that already overrepresents landowners in rural states) just went along and approved it anyway. I had no idea they could approve something unconstitutional. The progressives and particularly the socialists are fighting this in court. But it happens that for now the legal border is the severely reduced version.

Doesn't mean they'll just give up, because as it happens we don't have any stand your ground laws so even if you own a piece of land, you cannot legally speaking just shoot everyone there. Or attack or threaten them in any way. They'll just have long legal battles individually for the rights to occupy land based on use. Also the Xingu national park, the largest preserved land of the Amazon described as 'larger than Belgium', is being encroached by huge farms that are poisoning their water supply. The border is Visible. I'll try to find video of it but essentially you have a forest and a desert separated by a strict line.

Just last week in the south of Bahia (not the Amazon, let me explain more about the Amazon situation in a bit) Hãhãhãe leadership Nega Muniz Pataxó was shot and killed by an armed militia group that invaded and occupied the Caramuru territory.

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The situation in the Amazon, specifically the yanomami territory in Roraima our northernmost state, aka deep forest, is more dire than average given difficulty of access, sheer size, and government abandonment. It's a place that depends on government aid for medicine. It's land that is being systematically invaded by gold miners, pandemic, toxins from nearby farmlands, wood extraction etc. (wood extration is rampant everywhere tho). Early 2023 saw a massive federal government operation by now president Lula to empty the mines and try to look for where funding comes from. Yanomami land is still being invaded to this day, the struggle is ongoing.

The yanomamis need support right now more than any other. Last year saw a massive heat wave that (well, one, caused a girl named Ana Clara Machado to die during the Taylor Swift concert. This is unrelated but I feel like not enough foreign media covered this, Taylor even lied about it as well.) dried up a lot of rivers, killed a LOT of fresh water animals including an unprecedented amount of pink dolphins. Access that was already hard became damn near impossible without boats. I cannot overstate how many pink dolphins were found dead.

Another technique that landowners use to clear space for farms is to just set things on fire and then occupy the empty land, which they legally can do to land that was naturally burned in a forest fire. It happened that Pantanal, another national park of swampland, was massively devastated by fires last year too

this article is from 2020, the year that the worst fire happened, but in 2023 there was another one. It's been happening yearly now due to a) deliberate action and b) climate change aggravation.

And this is not nearly all. Just off the top of my head. If you speak portuguese I recommend following the APIB or the COIAB on instagram to keep up with the news. The FUNAI is the government branch of indigenous organization, but it's not generally that well liked. Still.

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gyeomsweetgyeom · 2 months

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[11:04 pm]

(cw: f!reader, idol!reader)

This was likely the best concert you'd ever been to. It was lively, fun, and the best time you'd had in a while. And you're an idol! You sang along to all the songs and danced with little to no worries in the world.

The next song started, a familiar beat started, your favorite song. You turned to Jaehyun excitedly squealing as the instruments started up. He smiled at you brightly, nodding his head along with the music.

“Ooh, don’t we look good together?” Bruno Mars started singing.

You raised your arms, swaying side to side, singing along without a care in the world. This night had been amazing. Ever since becoming an idol, there had been very few times where you felt free out in public. You always felt like you had to lol over your shoulder, be proper, and on your best behavior in case something got you in trouble.

There were always cameras pointed at you, but not tonight. Bruno Mars had a running habit for his shows which worked out great for you as an idol, your boyfriend who was an idol, and other celebrities who very rarely got to be out in public without the fear of a camera on them. You and Jaehyun were lucky that both your companies supported your relationship, but that didn’t mean all fans did. Even though your relationship was confirmed, you and Jaehyun very rarely went out publicly just for your own comfort. The lack of cameras and phones at this camera made it all the more exciting on top of the fact that you both loved Bruno Mars.

The cameras around the venue jumped around to different people in the audience as the song went on. “Fellas grab your ladies if your lady fine,” Bruno sang.

The band paused, “I said fellas grab your ladies if your lady fine.” The cameras jumped to a couple, as the woman was pulled in and given a kiss. You hadn't realized the cameras were going to jump around the audience and show the fellas grabbing their ladies.

“Let’s try this again, fellas grab your ladies if your lady fine,” Bruno Mars sang again. Before you could even process the image on the screen you felt Jaehyun wrapping his arms around your waist before dipping you back into a kiss. You laughed loudly, cupping his cheeks before placing a chaste kiss on his lips.

You stood upright, just catching the screen showing the two of you before switching to another couple as the line repeated once more as the song kept going.

You and Jaehyun danced the night away with each other, singing at the top of your lungs without a worry in the world. It hadn't even crossed your mind that surely people, fans of either you or Jaehyun, might break the rule of no phones and catch sight of you.

When you were both in the van ready to head home, the serotonin boost dropping to a tired calmness. Jaehyun let out a laugh, leaning over to show you his screen. Someone had captured the entire video of you and Jaehyun from one of the big screens. You could see the dazzling smile on Jaehyun's face and the look of surprise on your face as he dipped you back. You had been so in the moment that you hadn't even heard the sharp rise in cheers and volume when you and Jaehyun appeared on the screen.

It was a cute video and you were glad someone had captured it. Scrolling through the comments, it looked like people agreed. The video had been posted almost an hour ago and already had over 100 thousand reposts. You were even trending! Some people in the comments even admitted to not knowing who either of you were but wanted to become fans.

You handed the phone back with a smile, "someone said that if I ever get tired of you, they'll take care of me. They offered to take care of all my plants while I'm away and make me dinner every night."

Jaehyun playfully rolled his eyes, "most of the comments were about you. I forget how much the internet adores my girlfriend."

#kpop imagines #kpop au #kpop scenarios #kpop reactions #nct #nct imagines #nct fluff #nct timestamps #nct x reader #jaehyun imagines #jaehyun x reader #jaehyun fluff #Jaehyun blurbs #jaehyun drabbles #jaehyun scenarios #jaehyun timestamps

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writeonwhiskey · 21 days

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the skz house: ch 14 (18+)

a/n: thank you as always to @bahablastplz for editing. thank you, thank you, thank you for your continued reading & support of this fic!

Summary: Welcome to Sigma Kappa Zeta, the most popular fraternity on campus. When you, down on your luck and looking for a place to live, see their ad for ‘IN-HOUSE STAY’. You're one of the four girls chosen and find that your duties for the rest of the school year will be cooking, cleaning, and pleasing your assigned house members: Hyunjin & Chan.

[ read chapter thirteen here ]

Chapter Fourteen: Of Surprises and Closets

Friday, November 10th

Apparently, the boys’ allowance is $3,000 a month. You and the other girls were fucking floored when Jeongin lost and the total in the pot shot up such a significant amount. You had never contemplated just how wealthy the boys, or their families, might be until then. Yes, the house you’re all living in is huge, but most fraternities and sororities have large homes for their members to live in. Perhaps the four Tesla’s in the driveway should have given an indication…or the way Chan handed over that credit card with no hesitation the day you moved in or anytime someone needed to go grocery shopping.

Their lifestyles are funded by much higher powers, they needn’t worry about the grocery bill. You can’t imagine being given $3,000 a month to use as you see fit. Your parents send you just enough to cover your ‘rent’ and keep your basic needs met—and it’s not even half of what the boys receive. It makes you wonder what type of businesses their fathers run and what’s in store for them after they graduate. It also makes you realize that Hyunjin can suck it. You don’t need to feel bad about making him or Chan lose. No wonder they have made this a tradition with such high stakes. It’s simply because they can.

Phase One, as you have begun to call it, with Chan is already underway. He’s not exactly an open book after just a few days of casual conversation, however he is at least sharing small inconsequential details about his life with you. Such as the name of his siblings, his favorite color, and that he performed a Bruno Mars song for his 7th grade talent show. Yes, there’s footage, fuck no you can’t see it (his words). But it’s something.

It crosses your mind, though, that he could be entertaining your prying questions and showing an interest in you because he believes it will keep you at bay. You have to remember he’s playing this game too. Maybe his angle is to weaken your resolve by showing some semblance of kindness. To keep you from trying to make him lose, because when he’s being cordial and engaging with you…why would you want to ruin that?

You have no way of knowing if it’s true, of course. That doesn’t stop the thought of it from leaving a bad taste in your mouth. If that is the case, if he’s only letting you in temporarily and plans to shut you out again in December, you honestly don’t know how you will react.

You turn your focus to Hyunjin lying in bed next to you, still fast asleep. He has class this afternoon and while you don’t wish to wake him…there are goals to be achieved.

You slowly inch closer to him, careful not to make big movements that might wake him. Possibly unnecessary antics because the boy could sleep through an earthquake. You drape one leg across both of his and place your hand on his stomach. You rest your head on his chest, feeling the light thump of his heart against your check.

When you’re sure he’s still asleep, you slide your hand along his bare stomach, rubbing it gently from side to side while consistently moving down lower and lower until you reach his boxers. You keep up the side-to-side motion of your hand, hooking your thumb into the waistband as you do. The rise and fall of his chest remain steady, encouraging you to slip your hand beneath the fabric. You lower your hand further until you feel his warm cock against you.

His heartbeat quickens and you feel him lift his head up and wish you could see the look on his face, but you can’t look at him yet.

“Mmmph,” he grunts, halfheartedly swatting your hand as his head falls back against the pillows.

You cup his cock, causing him to let out a frustrated, or possibly annoyed, groan. It twitches against your hand as you gently squeeze it, betraying his half-assed objections by responding to your touch.

“Y/n,” he says sleepily.

You continue to ignore him, choosing instead to lightly run your fingers up and down his growing length.

“This isn’t fair.”

You finally lift your head to look up at him with innocent, blinking eyes, your chin resting on his chest. You grip his cock in your hand and start stroking up and down. You can feel him harden with each movement. He draws in a long, quiet breath. His hips start to rock as you stroke. He’s enjoying it—he doesn’t really want you to stop either.

It may not be fair, but this isn’t breaking the rules. The girls can touch, just not to completion. And you can’t put your mouth on it unless he asks you to—which will result in him losing. This is a very good predicament to have him in.

You sit up, propping yourself on your elbow to position your face closer to his. You remove your hand from his boxers and bring it to your mouth to spit in.

“Y/n,” he says again. His eyes watch your hand as it returns to his cock.

You lean forward to kiss his neck, licking with your tongue, nipping with your teeth as you make your way up to his jaw.

“Y/n,” he says again, lifting his arm to tightly grip your shoulder.

“Yes?” You finally respond, a smile seeping through your tone. You continue laying kisses on his cheek, still stroking him.

“Stop,” he says firmly.

You lean your head back and pout at him, halting your hand movements without fully releasing him.

“You want me to lose?” He asks.

“You don’t want me to win?” You counter.

“Hm.” He seems to consider it for a moment. “Touchè.”

“Are we stuck in a stalemate, then?” You say, removing your hand from his cock and boxers completely. Before he can even breathe a sigh of relief, though, you sit up and straddle his waist, making sure his cock is pressed right against your center. You roll your hips against him for good measure as you speak, “You don’t miss fucking me?”

He groans, hands flying to your waist to keep you in place.

“Don’t say that.”

“Say what? That you don’t miss fucking me?” You say with a smirk, sliding your hands up his chest. “You must not. And I thought we had something special.”

He grabs a pillow and holds it over his face.

“Is it easier to lose if you don’t watch?” You ask.

Him grabbing the pillow has released your waist and you’re free to grind against him again. You trace patterns on his chest lightly with your nails, wanting to overstimulate him with sensations.

“November is my least favorite month of the year.” He announces, voice muffled by the pillow.

“Maybe I can help make it your favorite?” You grab the pillow covering his face, pulling on it until he releases it. He’s staring up at you with pleading brown eyes.

You toss the pillow aside and then reach for the straps of the tank top you’re wearing. You slowly pull them both down, exposing your breasts little by little.

“No, no, no,” Hyunjin whines.

You take his hand in yours, bringing it up towards your breast. He resists.

The boys are not supposed to touch like this.

“We could just get it over with and then we don’t have to worry about the rest of the month,” you try to sway him, tugging on his wrist again. “Don’t you miss how soft they feel in your hands?

He sucks his bottom lip into his mouth, biting down on it. He squeezes his eyes shut, trying to pull his hands back with not even half the strength you know he can muster.

“I can’t lose this soon. Don’t do that to me, y/n.”

Still holding on to his wrist, you lower his hand down to your pajama shorts.

“Are you sure?”

“Of course I’m not sure.” He replies, snapping his eyes open.

You roll your eyes and release his wrist. He doesn’t move his hand from where it’s resting against your shorts, though.

“What if we don’t tell anyone?” You ask, putting your hands behind you on the bed, leaning back and spreading your legs further apart. You roll your entire body against him.

“You promise?” He asks.

Oh, how you wish he hadn’t said that. Even if this is just a stupid game, you don’t want to break a promise you make to Hyunjin. Not when he’s been so good to you. You hesitate in responding for a moment too long.

“I’m gonna take a cold shower.” He moves his hands to your hips and guides you off him. He rolls out of bed and stretches as he stands. “I’ll add $100 to the pot after.”

He tosses a wink at you, and you smile.

It was worth a shot.

You check the time and realize you have to meet with the girls this afternoon, anyways. Rhiannon’s birthday is coming up and the four of you have been plotting a certain member’s downfall for the last couple days surrounding the event.

Monday, November 13th

It’s nearly halfway through the month. There’s a total of $6,800 in the pot. Jeongin was the first to add his full allowance, followed by Felix. Han, Hyunjin, and Lee Know are also on the board now. Only Seungmin and Chan have fully resisted up to this point.

It’s Rhiannon’s birthday today. She’s due back to the house with Seungmin any minute. You and the other girls convinced him to spend the afternoon with her and keep her away from the house for a ‘surprise’ party, but she’s fully aware of what’s happening. She has a plan of her own while they’re out of the house.

Everyone else, except you and Chan, are waiting in the basement for her to arrive.

“Anything else that needs to be taken down?” Chan asks from behind you in the kitchen.

“Just grab the bags of chips and pretzels,” you tell him, holding her cake carefully with both hands.

He grabs the bags from the counter then follows behind you towards the basement. You both stop in your tracks when the garage door opens and the sound of a bickering Seungmin and Rhiannon travels down the hallway.

“I don’t think it counts,” Seungmin is saying.

You turn your head to peak over your shoulder at Chan, unsure of what to do next. You start to take another step towards the basement, thinking if you move fast enough you can head back down before they spot you. But Chan hooks a finger in the loop of your jeans with one hand and uses the other to open the jacket closet door to your left. He nudges you inside, then steps in right behind you and tries to close the door as softly as possible.

You’re immediately enveloped in darkness when the door fully shuts.

“That’s cheating, Seungmin. You’re being weird about it. Are you ashamed?” Rhiannon says haughtily.

You and Chan are frozen still, the cake the only thing keeping you apart as they come down the hallway, voices growing louder.

“No, but—”

“But nothing. You refused to bring me home for whatever reason, said you wanted to fuck me in the car—and you did—and now you don’t want to come clean to everyone?”

You look down to hide your smile. It worked. Like she said, Seungmin had to think it was his idea.

Your eyes focus on the cake, and you see it’s in danger of being squished between the two of you.

“The cake,” you say softly.

Chan moves to help you with it, but the crinkling of the chip bags in his hands stops him. He abruptly stops all movement, and you giggle quietly.

“Shhh,” he shushes you, but being this close you can feel the laughter rumbling within him. He slowly squats and places the bags on the floor, careful not to make a sound. When he stands his hands cover yours beneath the cake causing an instant wave of heat to course through your body.

It’s been almost two weeks since he’s even remotely touched you. And you could be crazy, but it feels like he caresses the back of your hand. Twice.

His phone buzzes in his pocket. One hand leaves yours to retrieve it. He reads over the notification.

“Felix is telling Seungmin to stall her for ten minutes while they fix her…balloon arch…thing,” Chan whispers.

“Tel them we’re trapped in the closet,” you reply.

“Sure thing, R. Kelly,” he mumbles with a low chuckle before typing back a reply.

He takes the cake from you and reaches over your head to place it on the shelf above you.

Someone walks by the closet and you both still.

“Rhi,” you hear the familiar voice of Changbin call out.

“I’ll be in the basement,” Seungmin says, sounding extremely annoyed, as he passes the door you’re hiding behind.

You don’t know what kind of diversion this is; it was not planned by the four for you.

“Can you make me a sandwich?” Changbin asks, his voice moving towards the kitchen.

You silently slap your forehead. Of course Changbin would ask that. Have her catering to him on her birthday.

Chan’s phone buzzes again and he checks it.

“We’ll have to wait a few minutes before we can leave,” he says.

Being in this closet with him was not part of today’s plan either…but it’s an opportunity, nonetheless.

You become painfully aware of how close you are in this confined space and of how long it’s been since he’s really touched you. As much as he has opened up to you, it seems everything physical between you has gotten further away.

You take a step closer to him, occupying the small space the cake was just in. Your nose is practically rubbing the space between his collar bones. He doesn’t move back. Not that there’s much room for him to. The scent of him fills your senses each time you inhale. It’s all you can focus on right now. How much you miss him. How much you want him.

You tilt your head up towards his, slowly pressing up on your tiptoes.

He doesn’t stop you.

Your puckered lips connect with his jaw, sliding along his jawline, moving towards his lips until you feel him stiffen.

“Chan,” you say quietly, your mouth still pressed against his skin. You don’t want to come on too strong and settle for a humorous approach. “Have you ever played Seven Minutes in Heaven?”

“Y/n,” his tone sounds like a warning.

“What? Kissing is allowed,” you reply innocently.

You’re fully taking advantage of the situation. He can’t leave this closet without ruining the ‘surprise’. He can’t object loudly. You can’t see the look on his face, but you bet he’s staring daggers at you. Maybe you’ll pay for this, but regret is for tomorrow.

You don’t wait for him to reply before placing your lips on his. As you do, you’re not even sure this has anything to do with the competition. All you know is that you have missed the feeling of being pressed against him, his soft lips on yours.

He holds still for a moment, but you don’t back down. You can’t. You have to take this step towards initiating contact if any of your other plans are going to work. You slip your tongue out to slide it across his bottom lip, seeking entrance.

“Please,” you whisper.

The moment his hands are on your hips feels like the ultimate win. Sure, you’ll be disappointed if you don’t get him to fully cave before the month is over…but you’ll always have this moment.

You place your hands on his chest, pushing slightly until his back is against the wall. He pulls you against him as he parts his lips, allowing your tongue to enter his mouth. His hands slide from your hips to your lower back, down your ass, cupping it to press you further into him. You wish you both weren’t wearing jeans. You want to feel his cock grow against your skin.

Your kisses feel needy, as they always do, yet sweet at the same time. That’s new. It feels like he misses you, too, and that makes you want to squeal and cry. He has been so determined to steer clear of touching you in any capacity that you assumed this challenge was no big deal for him. Maybe you’re wrong.

When Chan pushes himself away from the wall, you’re afraid he’s going to tell you to cut the shit and stay off him. Instead, he picks you up and takes two small steps towards the opposite wall so your back rests against it. He hooks one arm around your waist and the other finds its place at your throat.

You moan as he sucks your bottom lip into his mouth, arching your back to push yourself against him even more. You want to fully grind on him, to make his cock hard and have him fuck you right here in this closet. But that’s too risky for everything at stake. You still need him to think you have no interest in making him lose.

Right now, though, all you get are his lips quietly pressing against yours. And you’ll take it. You both kiss and nip and tease, all the while slowly rocking your hips into him, his hand remaining in its rightful place around your neck.

When his hand on your waist begins to roam, slipping beneath your shirt to caress your back, you begrudgingly pull your lips away from his. With his hand still on your neck, he uses his thumb to turn your head to the side and laces your neck with kisses.

“Chan,” you say softly, hating yourself for the words you’re about to say.

“Hmmm?” He hums, giving your neck a gentle squeeze of acknowledgement.

“I really don’t want to, but we should stop.”

“Kissing is allowed,” he repeats your earlier declaration.

“Yes, but…I don’t just want to kiss you,” you admit, pushing against his chest.

He lets out a sigh and places one last kiss on your neck before resting his head on your shoulder.

“Same.”

You blink. Swallow. Blink again.

He wants to do more than kiss you, too. He does miss your physical interactions. He puts up a good front, but this must be harder for him than he’s letting on. And you’re okay with that. You’ve gotten some kind of admission. You’ll lock it in a box and bury it deep. He will never get it back.

He lowers you back to the ground so you’re standing.

“19 days,” he whispers near your ear. “Until I can make you mine again.”

You clench your jaw and push back on his chest once more, creating some space between you in hopes that it will ease the throbbing between your legs. You want to tell him not to say things like, that it drives you wild. But you don’t. You like hearing him profess how much he wants you.

His phone buzzes again and you’re thankful for the interruption.

“The coast is clear,” he tells you, grabbing the cake from the shelf above you and handing it to you.

You hadn’t even heard Changbin and Rhiannon walk by the door again. Or maybe they went upstairs. Fuck…what was the plan again?

Rhiannon’s ‘surprise’ party is a success. She excitedly crosses out Seungmin’s name on the board as everyone (except Seungmin, of course) cheers at his demise. The four of you girls share a look, celebrating your successful plotting. Drinks are made, food is eaten, games are played, and by 11:30pm you’re ready to head to bed.

You shower and change into your pajamas, and by the time you make it back to Chan’s room, he’s there, taking a shower himself. You tuck yourself into your blankets to wait for him, hoping to get in a late-night chat but you’ve been up since 7:00am so you start to doze off.

You don’t know how long passes, but you jerk awake when you feel your blankets being pulled off of you.

Chan is standing directly above you clad in nothing but his boxers, one knee on the bed.

“You okay?” You ask, furrowing your brow. Your heart feels like it’s going to beat its way out of your chest at the unexpected sight of him here like this.

His eyes meet yours and you feel like the wind has been knocked out of you. His gaze is soft…tender, almost. He says nothing as he hooks one hand under your shoulders and the other beneath your legs. With little effort he lifts you up and holds you to him as he carries you to his bed.

To. His. Bed.

You turn your head towards his chest and squeeze your eyes shut. Are you dreaming?

When he sets you down, you still have your eyes closed. You have to keep them this way. If you open them, you might wake up.

His footsteps retreat and you hear him flick the light switch off. He then comes back to the bed, slides in right next to you and pulls the comforter up over you both.

He doesn’t cuddle you; he doesn’t touch you. He doesn’t even say anything.

You’re not fazed by his silence or the small distance between you. This one simple action has said more than ever.

a/n: *hides*

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the boy who turned my head (lee minho x fem!reader)

word count: 1,6k author's note: this is the last fic in 2023. thank you for your constant support, i wouldn't have done anything without any of you<3 i hope 2024 will be kind for all of us. i'll try my best to continue this wonderful tumblr journey with you by my side. i love you all<3

it all started with a song.

it was pretty late and the party had been going for a few hours. the alcohol in your veins made your brain all fuzzy and it wasn’t long before you ended up on the dancefloor, forgetting about the world around you as you swayed to yet another song blasting from the speakers. you felt happy as you threw your hands in the air, laughing loudly.

then the songs changed and everyone’s attention shifted to the boy in the middle of the crowd, grinning widely while dancing to bruno mars’ song. people cheered as the boy smoothly performed the dance steps and you did too, until he locked his eyes with yours and you stopped in your tracks. the world around you collapsed as it was only you and him left. the boy smiled at you and took your hand and, well, swept you to the middle of the dance floor. and you let him, of course you let him - he was just so charming and his smile was so mesmerising and he looked at you with the literal galaxies in his eyes and-

“kiss her!” someone shouted from the crowd, loud enough for the boy to hear. he looked at you with a giddy smile, resting his forehead on yours.

“may i?” he mouthed, searching for the answer in your curious eyes. you blinked a few times, thinking about it, and then without any warning leaned forward to capture the boy’s lips in a passionate, yet a bit messy kiss. you squished his cheeks with your palms, earning a little giggle that escaped his mouth right into yours. and you stayed on the dance floor long after that, your steps becoming more and more wobbly, but you knew he wouldn’t let you fall.

“can i have your number?” he asked you in the morning as you were heading to the exit, the sun lazily creeping out from behind the horizon. your head hurt, your phone was dead and you were still drunk.

“my number…? i, um- wait, what’s your name?” you mumbled, looking at him with glassy eyes.

“it’s minho,” he chuckled, blushing slightly. he must’ve had a greater tolerance for alcohol, because except for his goofy aura he looked perfectly fine.

“oh, right! so, minho, unfortunately i’m too drunk now and i forgot my number,” you started, wobbling a little on your feet. minho quickly wrapped his arm around your waist, helping you stay stable. “so maybe you should ask chan? i’m sure he has my number somewhere in his phone.” he nodded, letting out a little “ah”.

“will you get home safely?” he then asked, scanning your rather pathetically looking figure. you smiled, nodding.

“yeah, my friend- she should be here any minute now,” you slurred, seeing the familiar car pull on the driveway. “oh, she’s here! see, i told you,” you grinned, patting his arm a few times. “see you soon, minho,” you waved at him, slowly making your way to the car, leaving the boy behind you.

“who was that?” your friend asked curiously as she noticed your giddy smile. you looked at him one last time before she drove off and you sighed dreamily.

“a boy who turned my head.”

. . . .

the cold wind made you shiver as you stepped out of changbin’s house. you were wearing that short blue dress that minho liked so much, but he wasn’t particularly interested in it anyway. throughout the whole party he’d acknowledged you once, only saying a vague “hi” to you.

it’d been going like that for months. since the very beginning your relationship with minho was constantly balancing between friendship and something more. one day he was all over you, taking you on dates and holding your hand for the whole time, only for him to ghost you for the next few weeks or dismiss you with short messages. he showered you in gifts, kissing your forehead and smiling like a teenager in love, but whenever a sweet old lady in the store would call you such a cute couple, minho would immediately cut her off, saying that she’s only my friend. and it made you confused and hurt - didn’t he see how much love your eyes contained for him? didn’t he see how hard you fell for him?

“yn? where are you going?” you heard minho’s voice behind you. he placed his hand on your shoulder, stopping you before you had the chance to walk out. it was getting close to midnight - you could’ve waited to celebrate new year with everyone and then go, but you’d had too much.

“home. i’m kind of tired,” you shrugged your shoulders, dropping your head not to make eye contact with minho. the wind blew again and you covered yourself with your arms. why didn’t you take something warmer with you?

“oh, here,” he said, taking off his jacket and trying to put it on your shoulders, but you took a step back. It left minho dumbfounded, his mouth opening and closing a few times as if he was trying to say something.

“i don’t- i don’t want your jacket,” you mumbled, your voice already breaking a little. great, you thought. “i told you i’m tired.”

“yeah, but what does it have to do with me giving you my jacket?” minho chuckled, trying to lighten the atmosphere a bit. to say he was confused would be an understatement. you sighed loudly, looking around. was he really that blind?

“it’s not about the fucking jacket, minho!” you snapped, feeling defeated. your eyes started to get glassy, tears slowly forming in the corners of them. you shook your head, trying to calm yourself down. “i’m tired of you treating me like a toy,” you whispered the last word, taking in a sharp breath. “you always come to me whenever you feel lonely and then ghost me when your needs are met. but you somehow completely missed the fact that i, in fact, am a human being myself and i-” you stopped abruptly when minho stood right in front of you with a frightened expression. you looked him in the eyes and suddenly the world around you vanished, just like the day you first met.

“do you really feel used by me?” he whispered in disbelief, his voice so quiet and weak that you almost felt bad for him. you let out a shaky breath, a single tear slowly falling down your face.

“i- no, it's just- we do all of that cute stuff together, we cuddle and we go on our little dates and i thought it meant something to you,” you mumbled, wiping your face. you heard some noise from inside the house and you knew midnight was getting closer. “i just feel really dumb, you know? i fell for someone who doesn’t even care about me,” you chuckled dryly, taking a step back and trying to walk away, but minho was quicker. he wrapped his hand around your wrist and in a smooth motion brought you to his chest, hugging you tightly.

“i’m so sorry, i- i was scared, i was so stupid,” he rambled, combing his fingers through your hair. you stiffed, not sure what to do next, though it was nice to feel minho’s arm cradling you again. “i was afraid i’d lose you, that you’d leave me if i got too vulnerable.” you wrapped your arms around his waist, squeezing him gently as he continued. you inhaled softly his cologne and it made you cry a bit more. that’s how home smells for you. “i never wanted to make you feel this way, i’m so sorry,” he whispered another apology and you just stood there, unable to form a sentence. minho mumbled i’m sorry and please forgive me over and over into your hair like a mantra and it made you smile faintly into his chest.

suddenly you heard people shouting inside the house and you realised that they were counting down. you thought quickly, trying to decide what to do. 10, 9, 8. you pulled away from minho’s chest slightly so you could look him in the eyes. you realised he was crying. 7, 6, 5. you cupped his cheeks, wiping the tears that had fallen. you smiled at him and he leaned into your touch, closing his eyes. he looked as if he tried to take as much as he could from that moment, like it was meant to be taken away from him forever when the clock strikes midnight. 4, 3, 2. you leaned forward, letting your foreheads touch and minho snapped his eyes open. he looked confused, but a smile finally appeared on his face. 1, 0, new year! minho’s lips crashed into yours, taking your breath away, but you let him, of course you let him. now it was quiet, only the two of you left on the planet as you kissed with the same lust as the first time.

you were the first to pull away, desperately gasping for air with the biggest grin plastered on your face. minho cradled your face gently. his entire world fit in his hands.

“let’s say it’s forgiven, not forgotten,” you whispered. “you don’t have to apologise anymore if you promise me to work on your behaviour.” minho nodded at your words, kissing you again as if he tried to seal the oath.

“now you can actually give me the jacket, i’m freezing,” you said with a giggle and he chuckled, placing the material over your shoulders and you happily inhaled his scent one more time. you were home again.

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✨All I Wanted Was Sushi but I got Abducted By Aliens Instead*

Book #1 in the Bubble Babes Series

Opal is trying her best in the Midwest after the sudden death of her parents. Everything comes to a crashing halt as she's abducted by aliens and forced to work as a human dancer for extraterrestrial enjoyment. A chance encounter with an alien prince while stuck in a traffic jam might just change the trajectory of Opal's new life in space.

✨All I Wanted Was To Become A Scientist But Now I've Got An Alien Boyfriend*

Book #2 in the Bubble Babes Series

“Sometimes I think it would have been easier if I hadn’t accepted the free shower at the hot alien’s apartment.”

☆JESSY

For the past few years, my life has kind of blown. On Earth, I dedicated my entire existence to science, even if my peers dismissed me as a pretty face. When I got abducted by aliens, I was forced to dance in a bubble for extra-terrestrial enjoyment.

I can’t get anyone to take me seriously even in space.

When I escaped by crashing my alien captor’s bus, Gra’eth saved me from drowning and even offered me a place to stay. He keeps telling people I’m his mate, even though I keep telling him the human word for what we are is roommates, but he refuses to say it that way. Sometimes I can’t tell if he’s being sarcastic or serious—and for my very literal neurodivergent brain, that’s a big problem.

☆GRA’ETH

I never expected to have to save Jessy, and I certainly never expected for this strange human to be my mate. Her idea of fun would be to take apart my data pad only to see if she could put it back together again, which sounds like torture to me.

I’ve convinced her to stay in my apartment as what she calls a roommate. The mating bond won’t let me let her leave, but humans can’t even feel it. I don’t know how to keep things friendly when just the smell of her hair is enough to send me into a mating frenzy.

I don’t want to make her uncomfortable, but I can’t keep fighting the pull of this bond. This little speckled human will be the death of me.

✨All I Wanted Was a Glass of Vino but an Alien Duke Kidnapped Me Instead *

Book #3 in the Bubble Babes Series

The Bubble Babe series continues in this standalone novel.

Will an aquatic alien duke be able to reconcile the fact that his fated mate is a small, mouthy, human woman who can't swim? Will that human be able to love him despite his scars and the fact that he's keeping her captive?

☆MARTA

The reality of being a mob boss' daughter is anything but glamorous, despite what one might think. In the absence of true freedom, my only companion was my loyal dog, Bruno. When he passed, I felt like my life had hit rock bottom. But when aliens abducted me from my pity party in a local wine bar, I realized how wrong I was. As if things couldn't get any worse, I woke up in an alien duke's closet, forced to rely on a giant alien pleasure toy as my only means of defense. All I know is that the gaudy duke can’t stand me…and the feeling is mutual.

☆RAF’ERE

Throughout my dukedom, I have dedicated myself to restoring the fi'len species to their natural aquatic habitats. How in the goddess's name am I supposed to do that when this human is my mate? Despite her mouthiness, the tiny human cannot swim. Did that stop me from stealing her cryopod from a crashed ship and locking it in my closet? Absolutely not. I also didn’t expect her to wake up and demand answers, either. But I can’t expect my people to look at me to lead if a human stands beside me, despite how much my body burns for hers. The dilemma arises: should I prioritize the goddess's wishes or grant her the freedom she deserves, joining the other human refugees?

This erotic alien romance is part 3 of the Bubble Babes series. It can be read as either a standalone or as a continuation of earlier books. This book features a 5’2” plus sized Italian-American female male character and a 7’6” aquatic alien duke as the male main character. Tropes include Kidnapping, size difference, enemies to loves, reformed playboy, alien romance, fated mates, and forced proximity. This full-length novel (67K words) ends with a HEA.

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Bucci Gang Reacts to Narancia Saying Reader Would Make a Good Wife

Note: Just a cute idea I had today. Enjoy!

Fem Reader!

Warnings: None!

Edits: 1 dialogue error correction

On a cool Saturday morning, you and Buccellati’s gang relaxed in the hideout while you served breakfast. They always enjoyed it when you were on cooking duty for the day, since you, along with Buccellati and Giorno, were one of the most talented cooks in the gang.

Your fellow members conversed amongst themselves as you prepared the dishes, each of them pausing to thank you as you set their respective plates down in front of them, before continuing with the topic at hand. You smiled and nodded at each expression of gratitude before arriving at the last member, Narancia, who patiently waited with a grin on his face that reminded you of the morning sun.

You smiled back at him, setting down a plate of mouth watering pancakes with sweet syrup and orange slices, along with a glass of his beloved pulp orange juice.

“Wow, pancakes? This is exactly what I wanted! Thanks so much (Name)!” He cheered.

“It’s no problem at all, Narancia,” you said, giggling. “I hope you like it!”

“I’m sure I will,” he replied, taking a bite before speaking loudly without a second thought. “You know (Name)? You’d make a great wife.”

The calm chatter in the room suddenly dissipated and you were left with a face as red as the strawberries on Fugo’s pastries.

Bruno Buccellati

The moment those words came out of Narancia’s mouth, Buccellati turned his head to look at the boy in shock.

“Huh? Narancia?”

He immediately chuckled and shook his head, giving you and the boy a knowing smile.

Narancia wasn’t wrong. You truly would make a great wife; you were beautiful, caring, and generous. What more could a man possibly want? And Narancia wasn’t really the type to filter his words. He clearly appreciated you.

He decided not to comment any further in fear of further embarrassing you, calmly taking a sip of his coffee as he watched everyone else’s reactions.

Leone Abbacchio

He scoffed before sipping his coffee.

What was Narancia thinking when he said that? That isn’t something you just spew out for the world to hear.

Kids…

Though he would be lying if he denied that the face you made was funny.

Guido Mista

“Woahhh, Narancia,” he said, giving his friend an incredulous look. “You can’t just say that out loud!”

“Well it’s true!!” Narancia fired back.

“Yeah but you still can’t say that out loud!!”

They continued bickering back and forth, making you even more flustered.

Pannacotta Fugo

He just awkwardly looked around the room, making eye contact with Buccellati, before looking back at the scene in front of him.

He, too, didn’t understand how Narancia had the guts to say that out loud, especially to your face.

Then again it’s Narancia, he says what’s on his mind.

Plus, everyone in the gang, including Fugo, knew how sweet you were, especially to Narancia. And being his friend, Fugo knew how much kindness meant to Narancia.

If anything, he was actually quite happy for his friend for finding someone he liked, regardless of whether his feelings were romantic or not.

Giorno Giovanna

He was also dumbfounded as he watched the scene unfold, observing with wide eyes.

Though despite his expression, he quickly understood.

Like Fugo, he was keenly aware of Narancia’s appreciation of your kindness towards him.

He wouldn’t be surprised if his raven haired friend had a crush on you either.

Though he was quick to notice that Narancia and Mista’s bickering was causing you discomfort and quickly mediated it. Not without giving you a supportive smile and nod as a way of silently urging you to cease your worrying and join them for breakfast.

Trish Una

She was just about to eat a bite of the delicious waffles you had made her but immediately paused to stare at Narancia.

“Narancia!!” She whisper yelled in shock before covering her mouth.

She couldn’t help but giggle. Not only was this so surprising but she also couldn’t help finding it adorable.

Like Giorno, she wouldn’t be surprised if Narancia had feelings for you. Besides, she thought you would be great for eachother.

She watched the entire scene, still covering her mouth with excitement and exchanging a knowing glance with Buccellati.

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