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itostea · 10 months

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hot things bllk boys do as your boyfriend (rin, shidou, nagi & chigiri)

warnings: suggestive in shidou’s part, reader is called pretty girl in shidou’s part

credits to whoever did this idea first! and repost bc i forgot tags oops

rin:

poking the side of his mouth with his tongue whenever you’re showing him a new outfit 🤭🤭

“So what do you think?” You beam with a grin, doing a twirl for him to get a 360 of your clothes. A half-empty bag is disregarded on the side of your shared bed. You can see your reflection on the side mirror and how the fabric fits around your waist. The dress isn’t anything special in design but its intended use is to be frame flattering–the kind of dress that you can wear on any occasion. It’s one of the few things you came to really like from your online purchase and insisted Rin see. In the end, you ended up forcing him to sit through your haul (not that he really minds).

Teal eyes flit from side-to-side and subconsciously, his tongue pokes the side of his cheek. The scrutiny, though it shouldn’t, makes you nervous. You don’t think he’s yet to understand the effect he has on you. Comically, you straighten up when he’s about to speak, making him raise a brow in question. “The dress’s a bit short.”

“But it’s cute right?!” You whine, doing another twirl for emphasis and stepping closer to him.

“It’s not bad.”

“Huh? Are you sure? I thought this was one of the better picks…” You frown, your spirits dying as you were excited to show him the dress.

“It only looks good because you’re wearing it,” he speaks frankly, leaning back to observe you again. Like before, his tongue probes at the inside of his cheek whilst studying you.

You try your best not to react and try not to squirm underneath his gaze and how effortlessly good he looks. “H-Huh? Yeah thanks…”

“Why are you acting shy now?”

“I’m not!”

shidou:

hand placement. that’s it.

“Ryu! Get off of me!” You sigh for nth time, helplessly writhing underneath him. “At least take a shower first before you hug me…”

“You complain too much baby,” he taps the side of your cheek with a boyish smile. “Can’t believe my girl can be so mean. After a day of tiring practice too.”

“Uh huh, I’m pretty sure it was only tiring since you’re always butting heads with Rin.”

He ignores your insult and instead leans up. “When were you on first name basis with that bastard?”. Little strands of hair fall over his forehead and his pink eyes glow above you. From below, you can really see the product of his hard work. His sweat still clings to him but that only draws more attention to his biceps and muscles. You see a smug smile on his face, realizing that you were caught gawking at him.

You avert your eyes with embarrassment written all over your face. “Shut up, I wasn't looking. And besides you literally call him Rinrin.”

He only bursts in laughter. “I didn’t say anything yet! Awh I didn’t think you’d get jealous!”

“Huh?! Aren’t you the jeal–!”

He interrupts you with another pat on the cheek. “Well don’t worry I won’t call him any nicknames reserved for you. Alright sweetheart? Or did you like baby more? Or was it pretty girl?” He teases leaning closely to you, pressing kisses over the crevice of your neck with a coy grin. His grin only widens when you gasp and whisper-yell his name when he bites down softly on your neck. “You wanna join me in the shower?” He breathes against your neck.

You’re not a fool to miss the hidden meaning behind that offer, well aware that the two of you weren’t just going to shower. “I gotta run some errands,” you say half-heartedly, not really convinced that you want that.

“Yeah?” He chuckles close up to your neck before he props himself with his arm bent while the other pushes your lips closer to his. Your body jolts as his hand creeps down to rest on your neck–with his thumb rubbing little circles over the fresh mark he just left. When he disconnects from your lips, a familiar gleam in his eyes draws your attention. “Still don’t wanna join me?”

“My errands–” Another kiss. A gentle squeeze to your neck as he deepens the kiss. You can’t find yourself to be mad when you feel his grin against your lips. In vain, you try to muster up a glare as you purse your lips. “Ryu–!”

Again. Only this time that hand slides down to rest at your hip. The sound of his lips against yours is enough to make you hide your face in embarrassment. And he doesn’t seem like he’d be backing down either.

“Okay fine! I’ll join you in the shower, you demon!”

“Knew you’d come around.” He pulls you up and only returns your glares with a cheeky smile.

You pout as he gathers you in his arms, not finding much in your heart to push him away. “You did all of that on purpose didn’t you.”

“So what if I did babe? It always works doesn’t it?”

nagi:

literally lifts you like it’s nothing 😭😭😭

“We gotta go pretty…C’mon, get out of bed.”

“Don’t wanna…”

Nagi finds the situation to be amusing, seeing as the roles are reversed with you being the lazy one and him trying to pry you awake. He’s not usually one to wake up early but after the release of a new game he’s been wanting to try, he wanted to get his hands on it before it sold out. Again, he tries to gently shake you awake, suddenly gaining a newfound respect for you–seeing as you dealt with similar situations involving him.

“Why can’t you just go alone?” You whine, covering your face with the blanket.

“You said you wanted to try that bakery’s pastries, didn't you?”

“Can’t you just get them for me after you finish buying the game…” You mumble.

Nagi sighs. He could. But he doesn’t want to. Call it selfish but he doesn’t want to go alone. It’d be such a hassle if the line was long and he’d be waiting by himself–without you to talk to. “Nope. Can’t do that.”

“Why not?” You complain for another time, your voice muffled by the blankets. You hear the ruffling of the blanket and how the bed flattens with his knee. Your hands come to cover your eyes from the early sun streaks peeking into the room, scowling once you see your boyfriend holding the blanket in between his hands.

He looks at you blankly. “Don’t make me carry you…”

“Huh? As if. You’re too lazy to do all that work–! Sei?!” Suddenly, you’re a few feet up, face-to-face with a fluff of white hair. Your look of shock brings a small smile to Nagi’s features and he can’t help but pinch your cheek in between his fingers, positioning you so you could fit in his arm.

“I wouldn’t really call this work. This wouldn’t even count as a workout either…” he glances at you, proceeding to carry you to the restroom so you could get ready. “Let’s get you more awake ‘kay?”

You blink. You’re awake now. Completely. Sometimes or maybe too often, you forget the extent of your boyfriend’s strength and that’s always given him an advantage in the element of surprise. Even now, you gape as he continues to handle your body in his arms as if this was just a stroll in the park.

“Hey…I can walk there myself…” You protest weakly, opting to cross your hands rather than resist.

“Nah, don’t want you running away from me. Of course if that happens, I’ll just have to carry you again.”

chigiri:

maintains eye contact with you all the time 😩😩

A hand brushes over your shoulder as you’re doing your skincare, applying the moisturizer carefully over your face with your eyes fixed on the mirror. Glancing at your boyfriend, you tilt your head. “Yes?”

“Don’t apply your moisturizer like that. Do it like this,” he motions with his fingers, only smiling when you only blink. “Here let me do it.”

With a nod, you face him, allowing him to massage the product onto your face. “Feels nice, Hyoma.”

“I bet,” he mumbles quietly, lightly chuckling as you make a noise of displeasure when he rubs a spot too hard. Rosy eyes watch you carefully as his nimble fingers continue to massage in the residue of any leftover product. You feel yourself getting a bit bashful underneath his gaze, preferring to just avert your eyes to the side while he continues to apply the cream on you. “Not gonna look at me?” He teases, collectively deciding to just finish your skincare routine for you.

His fingers reach over to grab onto your lip balm, unclasping the container and gathering a reasonable amount on his finger. With his thumb and pointer finger, he holds onto your chin and smooths the substance over your lips. You try not to tense from his hold, still stubborn in ignoring his gaze. “I am looking at you.”

“Right,” he laughs. “Anddddd there. Done.”

“Thank you,” you mumble, finally peeping a look to gaze at your boyfriend. He’s still smiling, only this time his eyes crinkle at the sight of you looking so meek.

“You’re pretty cute, you know that?”

Your hands cover your face as a sound escapes your throat. “Please stop, you're gonna kill me here.”

#rin itoshi #rin itoshi x reader #rin x reader #itoshi rin #shidou x reader #shidou ryusei #shidou ryuusei x reader #nagi seishiro #seishiro nagi #ryusei shidou #nagi x reader #nagi seishiro x reader #chigiri #chigiri hyoma #hyoma chigiri #chigiri x reader #chigiri hyoma x reader #fluff

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mngo-jii · 9 months

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Im thinking Daniel and sick reader...(im sick right now. if u can't tell 🤕)

“HOGWARTS ISN'T IMMUNE TO COMMON COLD.”

synopsis: daniel attempts to wake you up from a seemingly deep slumber, only to discover you're sick.

tags/warnings: mutual pining. in a seperate ask, anon cleared up that they wanted a female reader! additional warning: this sucks

wc: 2.1k (oops)

✉️: i hope you get well soon, anon! on another note, i didn't mean to make this so long uh 🧍🏻‍♀️

Daniel walks you to class every morning.

It's a tradition now—an unspoken one for sure. Given that you two share a house and are "well-acquainted" (according to him).

Though the boy had always insisted he'd prefer brewing potions to making friends, he has quite the number of them, much to his surprise.

That surprise was planted by you, and what it had sprouted into made you two considerably close. So, beyond the shadow of a doubt, you two definitely aren't only "well-acquainted." Hell, definitely not just friends, either—from what the others could see.

Needless to say, they notice the faint blush coating your cheeks when you two are alone (you two definitely aren't alone if they had known that).

Or the awkward glances you two exchange at the dance practice. ...Not to mention the constant fumbling of your hands when you two are the ones conversing at a group discussion. They have eyes, you know.

Indeed, you two are close. Up to the point it had made your friends raise an eyebrow at you every so often. And that had Robyn raising an eyebrow at him right now.

"Daniel? Where're you going? Class is this way, stupid."

He gives her a look before making his way down the Grand Staircase, "I forgot to get [Y/N]." Robyn leans onto the railing, watching him sink into the lower level of the tower. "I'll see you at class," he says loudly, enough for her to hear.

"Oh?" Robyn grins, "Looking for your girlfriend, I see!" She yells from above, causing the heads of passersby to turn. Daniel flinches and looks up at her like she's crazy. He wishes he was up there right now to flipendo her, but she had already ran off with a hasty See you, then!

A few onlookers still have eyes on him. He feels as though he's shrinking under their gaze.

"...'Bit young for you to be courting a lady, don't you think, boy?" One inquisitive painting utters to him, and he pretends not to hear beyond his loud groan.

The unfortunate boy couldn't control the thudding of his chest as he entered your house tower, and was unable to keep his calm long enough to escape his fellow housemates' worried stares. At some point, he was forced to reassure them that he was fine and merely somewhat agitated by "something."

Courtship? He doesn't plan on marrying you... Much less date you! What absurdity was the portrait blabbing about? Blasphemy, he mumbled.

He's out of his trance when he recognises a roommate of yours scurry by. "Hey—"

The girl casts a doubtful glance across before halting when she realises he called to her.

"Where's [Y/N]?"

"Asleep," She answers, "I tried getting her up but she kept insisting on sleeping. '5 more minutes' turned into half an hour, I was starting to risk getting late."

Daniel ponders for a moment before turning his heel to depart, quickening his step.

By the time he has gotten to the Girl's Dormitory, he steps on his own brakes, cautiously checking if anyone else is there.

He's well aware that you and him are late to class by now; everyone has already left. Daniel rushes into the dormitory and makes a mental point to reprimand you later.

He approaches your dorm room door and knocks, "...[Y/N]?"

…Nothing. He knocks firmly this time, repeating your name. After two more unsuccessful efforts, he twists the doorknob and enters.

His eyes briskly scan his surroundings—a lump under a certain someone's bed is breathing like the stillness of the ocean waves. Daniel can't believe you could sleep peacefully at a time like this.

He huffs at the sight in front of him, eventually marching his way towards you.

Despite his irritation, he gently prods you while whispering your name so as not to alarm you.

"Good riddance. Are you trying to skive off school and lose us some house points?"

You groan and wriggle under the covers. "[Y/N]," he scolds.

Daniel watches your eyebrows furrow deeply.

"I can't, Daniel—" Your voice breaks, alarming the boy above you.

In a panic, he hovers above you, "Are— Are you crying…? What happened? What's wrong?" He reaches out to wipe stray hairs off your face.

The risen temperature of your forehead hits his fingers, which raises suspicion in him. He softly presses his knuckles over your skin to double check.

"Oh."

"Huh…?"

"You're ill."

You croak out, shifting around on your bed to find a better position, "That explains everything."

He sighs, long and heavy. "You need to get new roommates, those ones clearly don't care about you."

"They do…" You mumble in an attempt to protest.

"Don't argue."

He ponders for a bit, weighing his choices.

"Are you okay with being alone here for a bit? I'll inform the teachers about this and be back by lunchtime, I promise." He accentuates his word of honor. You whimper, but manage to nod at him.

After offering you some fast guidance on what to do for the moment, and encouraging you to do simple things—like to constantly drink the water on your bedside table of which he provided for you—he scampers out of your dormitory and contemplates praying a little.

Ideally, the scolding and penalty he receives will be mild enough to allow him to come see you later. But more significantly, that your fever doesn't worsen during his absence for the full four hours.

At last, it's 12 o'clock. Daniel hurried to collect his books once class ended, tucking them under his arm. He briskly moves past a few students in his path and dashes out the door.

"Daniel!" Lottie scurries towards him.

"Where's [Y/N]?" She exhales, restless after endlessly running about, "I was supposed to paint her today, but I haven't seen her all morning." She says, devastatingly.

"She's sick today. I got late because of her…" He mumbles. "She's probably going to feel better by then, so you should check on her later."

"You're on her way to her right now, right? Can I come with?" Lottie practically pleads, clutching her sketchbook to her chest. Daniel hesitates.

"What— I'm— On my way to Potions class. She says she wants to be left alone," He turns away and decides he has wasted too much time, "It's best to respect her wishes."

"Oh. Well, you're not coming to the Great Hall for lunch first?" She calls out to him as he ascends the stairs.

"No," He barely replies, given how far away he is now. And soon he's gone somewhere she can no longer see him.

Lottie brings her hand to her chin, deep in thought.

It took a while, but he shakes the small bottle of healing potion between his fingers.

He must be having a particularly lucky day because there aren't any other students in the dorm at this particular time. Though a not-so-lucky one for you… But he digresses, that's what he's standing at your doorway for.

Daniel knocks even though he knows you won't answer. However, it makes little difference if it serves to let you know of his presence rather than to startle you.

You're once more sound asleep when he comes in. He casts a sympathetic glance over you as he walks, taking note of the empty glass of water. Daniel regretfully looks down at his feet, wishing he had given you two glasses, or three.

"Daniel…?" You mumble. He comes back to his wits at the sound of your voice, and he crouches next to your bed to get eye-to-eye with you.

"Hi," You mumble.

"Hi," He coos.

He sits up higher now, kneeling on one knee, "You should get up. I got you a healing potion."

He'd definitely lie about it to be something else at another time, but he's too fixated on helping you feel better at the moment. And you're too sick to process that he had made it for you.

You whine a bit, but you sit up as he instructed.

Daniel stares at you and instinctively reaches out to brush down your bed hair.

Your eyes are still shut tight, and eyebrows furrowed in an attempt to tame your headache—obviously that wouldn't work.

Your eyes are only just beginning to open as his thumb and index finger softly grip your chin. On another hand, he's holding up a bottle of which you immediately catch on to be the said healing potion.

"Open up," he utters.

You do, and the opening of the bottle is brought to your mouth, the potion now coming into contact with your tongue.

You grimace. You don't like the taste of it.

Daniel takes notice of your reaction and swipes his thumb encouragingly.

You feel your senses sharpen after the last gulp, and the headache you had recently felt is weighed off of you. Nevertheless, you're still a touch under the weather.

"That's good," he says. "You should rest, still. It's not good to go running about right after taking the potion."

He hadn't taken his hand off your chin.

"Daniel—" You gently grasp hold of his other arm. "Please, can you stay with me for a while?"

Over the few hours of tossing and turning, there had been multiple times where you were at the verge of tears from being alone in such a horrible state. Normally, you would like to be left alone, but you wished your best friend was there to aid you.

Before any of you could react, your door pushes open on the spur of the moment. "[Y/N]? I brou… Oh wow."

Lottie stares at the situation in front of her, thoroughly befuddled on what she should do or say.

Immediately, you and Daniel retreat away from one another, leading you to hiss at the abrupt movement and Daniel moving forward in an effort to aid you.

"I'll just leave this here…" She says, placing the bowl of French onion soup on an adjacent table.

"Um…" Daniel starts, only to be interrupted by you.

"Oh, Lottie! I apologize for being absent today, I know you were supposed to paint me…" You try to brush the earlier scenario off with a timid grin. "What a shame, I was looking forward to it."

The girl by your doorway blinks before coming to her senses.

"Y-Yes. But it's all right! Daniel said you'd be fine in a few hours, but I couldn't bear not checking on you. I… Guess I should have done as he said, yeah?" She sheepishly smiles at Daniel, who's kneeling away from the both of you in humiliation.

"I really can't help but wonder why you didn't take [Y/N] to the Hospital Wing." Lottie comments, taking one last glance at your sleeping figure before quietly shutting the door.

"It— Well, remember when half of Hogwarts caught a cold? Did the Hospital Wing really do anything about it?" Daniel protests.

"That's because the Hospital Wing couldn't handle more than five-hundred students at a time, Daniel…"

Lottie shoots him a smile as they begin walking, "You care about her a lot, don't you?"

Daniel bounces back from the little embarrassment of discovering she's correct. "Why wouldn't I? I'm her friend. I did better than the roommates who left her there."

"I guess so…"

Silence descends over the two with nothing but the clacking of their shoes against the floor. It's a little straining, if they would be honest. Given that the prior incident was so casually dismissed as a typical occurrence— between two apparently friends.

Worse is none of you had even bothered to clear up that whatever she had witnessed was none of the sort.

Lottie clears her throat, "I feel like I should ask the question everyone has been keeping locked on the back of their throats."

Daniel raises an eyebrow at her, unaware of what she's implying.

"Are you and [Y/N]— You know…" Lottie flushes slightly at having to pose the question herself, only to smile broadly at the boy's sudden flushing of the cheeks.

"W-What are you implying?" He croaks out. The two of them had come to a halt by now.

Lottie brings her palm to her lips, attempting to contain her laughter at Daniel's newly discovered state. She decides not to further embarrass him out of pity for how he must be feeling helpless at the moment—which he is.

"Nothing—" She snickers, turning her heel and walking ahead, "It's nothing!"

Daniel observes as her silhouette vanishes into the hallways. And for a brief moment, he hesitates.

But he finds himself standing at your doorway once again, deciding that maybe—just maybe—he'll stay with you for a little while. Or… for whatever long you choose.

At least, just hope he doesn't get caught by the Prefects.

a/n: see?? im writing guys!! also i read my old writings and let's just say i croed ❤️ if only that amount of talent was back

#(*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.ﾟ— written by lnr #hpma x reader #daniel page x reader #hogwarts magic awakened x reader #hpma #hogwarts magic awakened #daniel page

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yellowsweater-bluevest · 5 months

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Steddie Microfic November

Prompt: Rest || WC: 387 words || rated: G || CW: none For @steddiemicrofic (who i forgot to tag, oops)

Steve wakes up panicked.

The clock on his nightstand tells him he is late to pick up the kids from Hellfire. Not a couple minutes late, a full hour and a half late.

He had laid down for a nap three hours before he had to go get the kids -who are no longer kids- from the club. He's been feeling sick for some days, so he figured rest is the best medicine.

He gets up from the bed, his hair wet, his head dizzy, and steadies himself for a few seconds before rushing down the stairs. He races to the door when he hears someone humming in the kitchen.

When he goes to investigate it, he finds Eddie. He is cooking something over the stove, making himself home.

"Finally awake, Stevie?" Eddie asks, turning his head to look up at Steve.

"I fell asleep."

"Yeah, so we figured." Eddie goes back to cooking what looks to be soup.

"Are the kids-"

"I left them at school in the dark," Eddie says sarcastically. "Obviously, I called Nancy to pick some of them up and drove the rest home myself."

"I should go apologize."

"You should go lie down," Eddie tells him, adding something to the soup. "You need rest."

"I'm okay."

"How long have you been sick, Steve?" Eddie questions. Steve looks away, finding the wall suddenly very interesting.

"After dropping the kids, I came to see you," Eddie explains. "I know where you hide your spare key so I came in, went to find you, and saw you in bed."

"I was tired."

"You were burning up!" Eddie exclaims, mixing the pot. "I put a cold towel over your head and came here to make you some soup."

"So that's why my hair was wet."

"No, that was sweat."

"Gross."

"Yeah, you should probably take a bath, I will bring you the soup when you're done."

"I can't ask you to take care of me." Eddie scoffs playfully before walking towards Steve.

"You didn't ask, sweetheart," Eddie holds Steve's face. His hands are cold against Steve's feverish face. "I like taking care of you."

"You are even making me soup."

"Munson family special," Eddie jokes. "Now go, wash that sweat off!"

Steve can't help but laugh as he climbs up the stairs. He will be okay.

#stranger things #steve harrington #steddie #eddie munson #st eddie munson #st steve #my writing #arin writes

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gojos-fr-bae · 4 months

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Gojo Christmas HCs

Pairing: Gojo x gn!reader

Warnings: Cursing

Word Count: 557

A/N: Heyy~~ I such a joke honestly, posting my Christmas fic on new years, but in my defence, I haven't had access to my laptop since I wrote Liar pt.4, anyways, Enjooooy

(Requests open)

You wake up to being snuggled tightly within his arms while it snows outside.

Refuses to get up anytime before 10am so u probably just end up falling back asleep.

Wakes you up to go downstairs and make breakfast “together” bc let’s be honest this man can’t even boil a rock.

Taking a bath/shower together is a MUST

Deeefinately forces you two to wear matching pjs or like those sets where the guy wears the pants and no shirt and the girl wears like, the huge shirt without pants or sum

You would walk into the living room and just find it like, STUFFED with presents and he’ll just sit there with the smuggest grin on his face while u just stand there looking stupid.

If it’s your first Christmas together I can imagine he would be scared out of his mind about whether you would like the presents, whether you are proud or happy with him, whether they were even good enough for you. E.t.c (he would never let it show though)

If it isn’t your first Christmas together though he would probably still be nervous but probably more confident in his gifts. (he just wants to make you happyy*sobs*)

I can see him getting you sentimental stuff like an instrument you had as a kid or your favourite book but also just random expensive shit like a diamond bracelet. Or something batshit crazy like a lambo or sum.

I feel like you would get him something extremely sentimental and something he really wants, and you give the sentimental one second to catch him off guard.

Like imagine giving him the most expensive box of mochi you spent an entire month's worth of your salary and he gets all excited then you shyly slide him a scrap book full of pictures with you two throughout the whole year or since you got together.

And you do that sappy thing where you leave half of it empty for memory’s you’ll make in the future. Ewwwwwwwwwwwww

I feel like he would just look down at it too stunned to speak with big bug eyes and when he looks back up at you he starts tearing up

He would hug you and like, genuinely just breakdown into sobs, and he won’t stop for like another good two minutes.

Like, that is genuinely the best, sweetest most heartfelt gift he has ever received.

From then on I can fully see him always carrying a polaroid with him everywhere he goes just take pictures of you two together, (but mostly just you really) And when he gets home he pulls out the scrapbook and gets to work.

I can just imagine like, walking into your room and seeing him in his pjs on the bed doing that thing where you lie on your stomach and kick your legs back and forth and he’s like, sticking a picture or drawing hearts around a picture of you with his tongue sticking out. Akduhcrtfrw38r7fyu efgujd (oops, I forgot this is a Christmas HC)

I can’t imagine him really wanting to go out so you would probably stay at home baking cookies, snuggling watching movies and doing all that lovey dovey shit couples do.

The best Christmas he has ever had in his entire life, and one he definitely won’t be forgetting…ever

Belated Merry Christmas and Happy New Year

Honestly, Thank GOD 2023 is finally over, worst year of my entire life, can't wait for it to end.

Also, thank you for all the support throughout this year, means the most to me.

Pls lemme know if I forgot to tag u, i'm kinda rusty

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violet-1atte · 3 months

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Highway to Heaven (Ride)

I forgot to post this here...oops

Summary: Minho wakes up horny and Jisung is willing

Tags: Smut, power bottom!Minho, top!Jisung, light somnophilia, needy Minho, morning sex

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Minho woke up hot. His body was coated in a thin sheen of sweat and his bangs were sticking to his forehead. Jisung’s body had been plastered to him the whole night, accounting for most of the heat. But there was also another problem. He was hard and so horny.

He’d had some kind of wet dream–one that he now couldn’t remember–but the effects still remained. And what was worse was the fact that he could feel Jisung’s own dick pressed against his lower back from how he was spooning him, and it was most definitely hard as well. His mouth filled with saliva and he gulped it down. When he shifted he could feel Jisung twitch behind him and it only made the burning need in his stomach intensify, the ache in his cock grow.

He didn’t want to wake Jisung up. They had been busy lately and Jisung had already fucked him well before they went to sleep, so Minho knew he couldn’t be greedy, but fuck. He was so horny it was making him dizzy. He needed something, anything. He felt so incredibly empty and it didn’t help that he was still stretched from when he had ridden Jisung previously. The ache still remained in his ass and his thighs and rather than satiating him, it only made him crave more.

Perhaps he could get up without Jisung waking and get off quickly. He tried wiggling out of his grasp, but that caused him to mumble in his sleep and stir. Shit.

He inhaled slowly through his nose and tried to picture anything at all that could get his hard cock to go down–old grannies, the ugly monster from the shitty horror movie he and Jisung had just watched–but nothing worked. Jisung had even shifted so now instead of his dick pressing into Minho’s back, it was pressed into his ass, so close yet so far away from where he actually needed it.

Minho instinctively rolled his hips back against Jisung’s crotch and suppressed a groan at the feeling. His stomach stirred and his cock twitched in the confines of his boxers. He needed to stop, go back to sleep, let Jisung sleep, he–

“Jagi.”

Minho gasped at the sound of Jisung’s sleep-addled voice, followed by a press of his hips against him. He shuddered and exhaled through his nose. “Hannie?” he whispered. When he got nothing in response he huffed and clenched his fists. He was doing that in his sleep. Minho gasped again when Jisung’s arms tightened around him and he was pulled closer to the warmth of his body. Fuck, fuck, fuck—

“Sung-ah. Jisungie,” Minho called, wetting his lips. Jisung would probably want to sleep, but he could go back to sleep while Minho had a little fun, right? “ Baby,” he sang, twisting around so that he could face his boyfriend. He poked Jisung’s cheek a couple times and after a moment he groaned and then his eyes fluttered open.

“Mm, hyung?” he mumbled, the raspiness of his voice sending shivers down Minho’s spine.

“Sorry for waking you, jagiya. I just woke up with a little… problem.” Now facing Jisung, he rolled his hips to meet Jisung’s, effectively grinding their cocks together. Jisung let out a startled whimper and the muscles in his jaw flexed. Goodness, he was gorgeous in the morning. His face was always a little swollen when he woke up, making his cheeks look extra fluffy, and his hair was tousled. Minho wanted to devour him.

“Ah–I’m sleepy though, hyung,” Jisung whined, just like Minho knew he would.

“You won’t need to do anything, Hannie,” Minho said, stroking Jisung’s cheek with his thumb. “I just need to sit on that pretty cock of yours.”

Minho could tell his words affected him by the way his Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat. He could even pick up on the slight change of breathing, the way Jisung’s breath hitched in his throat and then steadied out into shallower breaths. “‘M still half asleep though,” he said softly, but there was less protest in his voice. His cock was still fully hard against Minho, too.

“That’s okay, baby. I like when you’re all pliant for me,” Minho said, smirking at the way Jisung’s rosy cheeks darkened. He ran his hand up and down his side, humming at the feel of his soft, warm skin under his fingers. “Can I please ride you, jagi? You can just go back to sleep, I just want you inside me,” he breathed, his voice getting that desperate tone it often got when he woke up horny. He batted his lashes. “I’ll make you feel good too, Hannie.”

Jisung gulped audibly and Minho swore he could feel his cock twitch against him. “O-okay,” he answered. “But I can just lay here?”

Minho didn’t even attempt to keep the giddy grin off his face. He pressed a kiss to the corner of Jisung’s mouth and nodded. “Mhm, just lay there and let hyung use you, yeah?”

Jisung shuddered and nodded, his eyes glazing over. Minho took the opportunity with the position they were in and turned Jisung to face him so he could bring their lips together in a kiss. Jisung let him in easily, barely kissing back as Minho took the lead licking past his parted lips. He sucked his bottom lip between his teeth and his stomach fluttered at the whimper Jisung made. He loved having Jisung like this–so gentle, so malleable, their shallow breaths mingling together as Minho took. Normally, he would kiss him like this for ages, run his tongue along his teeth, and nip at his bottom lip until he was a breathless, desperate mess. But this morning, he was feeling too desperate himself.

He gave a peck to Jisung’s lips as he pulled away, grinning at the disheveled state he had left him in. It almost made Minho laugh. Jisung might just lay there for him, but there was no way he would be going back to sleep.

Gently, Minho rolled Jisung over onto his back. Then he sat up and tossed the blankets back, revealing Jisung’s hard cock, straining against his underwear. There was already a wet spot there and the sight alone made Minho’s mouth water. The thought of sucking him off crossed his mind but for the time being his wants laid elsewhere. They would have a little extra time in the evening, and then Minho could relax with Jisung’s dick on his tongue.

“Hm, you sure you’re sleepy, jagi?” Minho asked amusedly, reaching out to palm Jisung through his boxers.

Jisung’s eyes widened and he bit his lip to suppress the whimper that crawled up his throat. “I am, ‘s just morning wood, hyung,” he explained. Minho chuckled fondly as he dragged his finger along his length.

“Aww, nothing to do with me?” he asked in mock offense. Jisung opened his mouth to respond but was cut off by Minho pressing his thumb into his slit through the slick fabric of his underwear. He gasped and his hips jerked upward. The sight made Minho’s stomach jolt with arousal.

“Y-you know how I get wh-when you’re like this,” he whined, his bottom lip jutting out in a petulant pout.

“Mmm, s’pose I do,” Minho agreed. It was no secret to either of them that Jisung liked when Minho got a little needy, a little insistent. Somehow Jisung always ended up the needier of the two, but Minho liked it that way. Liked how overwhelmed he could get him just from sitting on his cock.

Not wasting another minute, Minho got up to his knees and tugged his boxers off, hissing as the cool hair hit his cock. He was so hard it almost hurt–there was no way he would last long. “Hand me the lube, baby?” he asked, already sounding shamefully breathless. Jisung hummed absentmindedly, eyes trained on Minho’s cock as it hung, hard and leaking, between his thick thighs. “Enjoying the view?”

Jisung blushed, averting his gaze as he reached for the lube sitting on the nightstand, left there from the night before. “Stop teasing,” he huffed as he handed Minho the bottle.

“Maybe someday.” Minho giggled as he popped the cap and coated his fingers in the slick substance. A shiver went through his body at the hungry look in Jisung’s half-lidded eyes, now focused on the shiny lines of his fingers. The corner of his lips quirked up in a smirk as he reached behind himself to press the first finger into his hole. His lips parted in a soft moan, eyebrows knitting together as he pushed inside himself. He was still loose from Jisung fucking him the night before and the memory had heat coiling in his gut. He bit his bottom lip, swallowing thickly as he pushed another finger past his rim. He dropped his head and his muscles tensed. Jisung was always much better at stretching him open, his fingers longer than Minho’s own–he could always reach so deep. He groaned as he thrust his fingers deeper, just shy of his prostate. “Jisungie,” he breathed, a bead of precum leaking from the tip of his cock.

“You’re so hot, hyung,” Jisung responded, on the edge of a moan. His voice was rough, thick with arousal, a sound that had an almost Pavlovian effect on Minho. His hips jerked and he leaned forward, trying to get a better angle for his fingers. Fuck, he needed Jisung’s cock.

He deemed himself stretched enough after a few more pumps of his fingers and he pulled them out with a loud squelch. Jisung shuddered under him. Minho wet his lips and took a deep breath as he hooked his fingers in the waistband of Jisung’s boxers. “Mm, can’t wait to have your big cock inside me.” He laughed a little when Jisung twitched, but it quickly faded off into a groan as he pulled his boxers down. The sight of Jisung’s pretty cock alone had him dizzy, lightheaded from how fast his blood rushed south. “Fuck. I’ll never get over how pretty you are.”

Jisung whimpered a little and his fingers flexed on the bed beside him. “Hyung…”

“What?” Minho asked, cocking his head to the side. “Don’t tell me you’re getting needy. Thought you were tired.” He grabbed the base of Jisung’s cock, relishing the moan it pulled from him. He even felt good in his hand, so thick and hot against his palm. He was tempted to play with him, jerk him off for a bit like he often did, turn him into a mess on the verge of coming before he even rode him. But instead, he grabbed the lube and poured a generous amount over his cockhead. Jisung hissed and he grinned as he spread the lube over his length.

“Minho-hyung, please,” Jisung whined, pressing his head back into the pillows. He looked so pretty like this, with his hair fanned across the pillow and his chubby cheeks all rosy. Minho fucking loved him.

“Shh, hyung’s got you, baby,” Minho hummed.

He lined himself up with Jisung’s cock and his eyebrows pinched together at the first brush of his tip against his hole. And then without a warning, he sank all the way down, taking all of Jisung’s cock in one go. It punched a choked gasp out of him and a moan out of Jisung. The stretch burned since he had only used two fingers and didn’t give himself time to adjust, but that was one of Minho’s favorite parts. It sated something deep within him. There was nothing more satisfying than the soreness that would follow.

Jisung looked like he was seconds away from coming as Minho gave them both a second to breathe before moving. He clutched the sheets in his fists and was biting his lip so hard it would probably bruise. “Sh-shit, hyung. I dunno–dunno if I’m gonna last long,” he stuttered.

“Hah–’s okay, I’m not gonna last long either, Sungie. Wanted–fuck, wanted you so bad,” Minho panted. Jisung filled him up so well, better than anyone else ever had before. He felt him so deep he was sure his insides were permanently rearranged to fit him. If Minho could sit on his cock forever, he would.

“I’m gonna move now,” Minho warned after a minute.

Jisung nodded weakly. “Okay, want you to.”

Minho rolled his hips a couple times before he lifted himself up, breath catching in his throat at the sensation of Jisung’s length dragging along his walls. Then he slammed back down, ass slapping against Jisung’s hips. “ Mmgh, fuck,” he moaned. He easily picked up a steady rhythm, years of dancing allowing him to move smoothly. The muscles in his thighs flexed with each rise and fall of his hips, practically rippling under tanned skin. Jisung’s hands eventually found their way to his thighs, digging his fingertips into the flesh. Moans and whines spilled from his lips as the action made Minho speed up and his nails dug crescents into his skin.

“Oh, oh yes, fuck, Hannie,” Minho gasped, eyes rolling back. Jisung’s grip was strong enough to hurt, but that made it so good. “So–so much for being– hah –being sleepy.”

“Can’t– hyungg— can’t be sl-sleepy when you’re so–” He struggled to get the words out, choking on his own moans whenever Minho clenched around him. “So hot, mmm– and you’re s-so tight, hyung.” He whined, high and breathless. The sounds went straight to Minho’s cock. He would never get tired of how noisy Jisung got when he rode him. “You feel so good.”

“So do you, jagi.” Minho gasped when the head of Jisung’s dick hit his prostate, sparks of pleasure bursting through his stomach. “Hnng–Fill me up so good, you’re so good for hyung.” His voice sounded foreign to him, two pitches higher, so needy.

“Lo-love being good for hyung,” Jisung whimpered, fingers flexing against Minho’s thighs.

“Always good–shit, look at you laying there, letting hyung take whatever he wants,” Minho said. He was getting close already, the coils of pleasure tightening in his stomach. His thighs were starting to burn a little too from how intensely he had been riding Jisung, but he always enjoyed a little burn.

“Hyung, hyung, I’m close,” Jisung babbled, eyes glazed over as he watched Minho bounce on his cock. “Should–should I–” he tried to lift his hips but Minho pushed him down.

“No, let me–told you that you didn’t hah-have to do anything,” he managed. “I’m close too.” He wrapped his fingers around the base of his own cock, breath hitching as he began to stroke himself in time with the rolls of his hips. He leaned forward at the same time and placed his free hand on Jisung’s chest to give himself more leverage. The slight change in the angle made Jisung’s cock hit Minho’s prostate with every thrust and the pleasure soon became overwhelming.

“ Ahh fuck Jisungie, ‘m gonna come,” Minho moaned.

“Yes, yes, hyung,” Jisung exclaimed, his voice cracking. “Please, wanna see you come on my cock, please—”

“ Fuck.” Minho’s hole spasmed and his stomach tensed as his orgasm hit him with Jisung buried deep inside. His mouth fell open in a silent moan and he stroked himself as he came, cum spilling all over his hand and stomach. He continued grinding down against Jisung to the point of overstimulation, his moans turning into high-pitched whines. “O-oh god,” he choked, finally releasing his cock as the last spurt of cum spilled over his hand.

Jisung’s pupils were blown wide as he stared–which made Minho want to see him fall apart more. So he clenched around him and reached forward with his cum covered hand and pressed his fingers to Jisung’s lips. “Say, ‘ah,’” he instructed. Jisung’s eyes widened but he obeyed easily, parting his lips to take Minho’s fingers into his mouth. “Good boy,” he hummed. If he wasn’t already spent, the sight alone could get him hard again. And Jisung seemed to like it too because his cock twitched inside Minho as he sucked the cum off his fingers, tongue swirling around the digits. He looked dazed, positively fucked out.

“You gonna come inside me, pretty?” Minho asked, circling his hips. “Fill me up with your cum?”

Jisung nodded vigorously, Minho’s fingers still in his mouth. When Minho pressed down on his tongue, he gagged but didn’t pull back.

“Fuck, look at you. So so good. Come on baby, come inside hyung.” He picked up fucking himself on Jisung again and the other’s muffled moans filled the room, his eyes rolling back. Now that Minho had come, he let himself go, Minho’s fingers down his throat and his tight heat around his cock enough to bring him tipping over the edge. He came with a cry around Minho’s fingers and spilled into him in hot spurts. There was so much that it leaked out of Minho’s hole and spilled down the base of his cock. It was messy, a little gross, and exactly how they both loved it.

Minho rode him through his orgasm until he was gasping and whining for him to stop. Then Minho lifted himself off, cringing a little bit at the cum spilling down his thighs. “We’re gonna have to shower,” he mumbled as he collapsed next to Jisung and threw a leg over his waist.

Jisung panted quietly for a minute before saying anything else and then he wiggled away. “You’re all sticky, hyung,” he complained, his voice coming out breathless.

Minho chuckled. “And who’s fault is that?”

“ Yours, because it was your idea,” he said, but there was a blush on his cheeks. Minho couldn’t help but poke them.

“Cute.”

Jisung grumbled under his breath for a moment, which just made Minho laugh. “Let’s just go hop in the shower before we have to do anything else. Check the hall to make sure no one’s there for me?” He smiled and blinked rapidly. Jisung groaned loudly but he was smiling.

“Sure, sure, whatever. As if they didn’t hear everything anyway…”

“Yeah, someone’s loud.”

Jisung swatted at Minho’s shoulder and shook his head as he stood up. “I’m not the only one!”

Minho slapped his butt and he yelped, spinning away from the danger zone. “Respect your hyung, Hannie.” Jisung rolled his eyes before giving Minho the most heart-stopping smile imaginable.

“You’re so…” He leaned forward and gave Minho a soft kiss. “Come on. We’re both going to check. Since you woke me up earlier.” He grabbed his wrist and this time Minho didn’t protest, instead following him to the door. Jisung was right, after all. It was only fair. As he walked, there was a slight ache, and now that he wasn’t thinking with his dick anymore, he knew he would regret it later. But at least he got what he wanted anyway.

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