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zarameraki · 3 months

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♡₊˚🎀・₊✧ 𝗻𝗮𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗶 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗴𝗼𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗯𝗶𝗿𝘁𝗵𝗱𝗮𝘆 . . . 𝗼𝗿 𝗱𝗶𝗱 𝗵𝗲? ♡₊˚🎀・₊✧

: ̗̀➛ read part one first

: ̗̀➛ tropes: fem! reader 𖥔 nanami forgot your birthday but he's got something special planned 𖥔 ceo x baker 𖥔 grumpy x sunshine 𖥔 she talks a lot x he listens a lot 𖥔 cold shoulder treatment 𖥔 mention of parental death 𖥔 major fluff 𖥔 sfw 𖥔 alternate universe 𖥔 super soft nanami 𖥔 close proximity

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: ̗̀➛ notes: we're back again with fluffy nanami. honestly i shed a tear writing this one because it's just so adjfskdf. if you haven't read part one, go DO IT. RIGHT NOW. if you enjoy my work, please leave a comment, like, and reblog! thank you & ily. enjoy!

It's been a year since you took that leap, moving in with Nanami. Every day spent in each other's company feels like a fresh chapter, and the magic of your relationship persists as if it were the very first night.

Nanami, with his gentle smile and warm eyes, never tires of recounting the story from his perspective. Each time you ask, he patiently agrees to retell it, even though you've long since memorized every detail. The familiarity of his narrative only adds to the charm, as if reliving those moments helps both of you cherish the journey that brought you together.

“You invited a couple of my colleagues to your bakery's opening, and they brought back leftover cookies and pastries to the office. I grabbed some, and with the first bite, I knew your bakery was going to be my favorite. So, I asked Gojo to drive me to your city, not knowing it was going to rain that night. With no parking nearby, I ended up walking. Halfway through, it started pouring. Luckily, I made it just in time, and there you were, smiling like the sun that was supposed to be in the sky. You offered me free food and shelter, and right then, darling, I fell in love with you. It was the most incredible feeling in the world.”

Each time he finishes his heartwarming story, you can't help but be overwhelmed with emotion. Without hesitation, you jump on him with a flurry of kisses, showering him with all the love you harbor for your sweet, stoic boyfriend.

You've shared every conscious moment together since then. With Nanami now working remotely, he'd set up at one of the dining tables in your bakery, delving into meetings and paperwork. You'd plant kisses on his cheek or embrace him from behind, providing a boost of energy. Delivering his special casse-croûte and milk coffee, you occasionally found yourself feeding him as his busy hands typed away. Breaks led to stolen moments in the back room, where you'd make out like teenagers.

Once at home, you'd strip out of your clothes, shower or bathe together, and engage in domestic activities like watching television or attempting to nap, but those often evolved into extended sessions of sex.

Today, silence lingered between you two following a heated argument the previous night.

Unbeknownst to Nanami, your birthday was just around the corner, yet he had scheduled a business trip on that very day. Despite the depth of his knowledge about your past, from childhood playground scars to the dresses you wore for school dances, he seemed oblivious to the significance of the impending date.

In a seemingly nonchalant manner, Nanami had mentioned, “Darling, I'll be away on a business trip from the sixth and will return on the eighth. We can plan a picnic or head to the beach—whatever you prefer.”

“The sixth?” You had to set your utensils down, turning to face him. Your meals were typically enjoyed on the carpet, with plates on the coffee table and your favorite movies playing on the television. “You have a business trip? On the sixth?”

“Yes, that's correct.”

“Kento, what the hell? Why?”

He arched an eyebrow. “It's my job, darling. That's why. It's been on my agenda for a month. Missing it would mean losing out on a lucrative deal."

“But—” You caught yourself mid-sentence.

At that moment, you wished you could shout that it was your first-ever birthday celebration since your parents’ passing.

His birthday had been just two days prior, and you had gone all out—decorating the apartment, baking a cake, preparing a feast of his favorite dishes, buying him new cufflinks, and giving him the blowjob of the century as the cherry on top. It had become one of your cherished days together, an occasion you had been planning for weeks.

“But?” Nanami prodded.

You clenched your jaw. “But it's... you know. It's.”

“What's going on?” he asked, genuinely befuddled. “Did I miss something?”

Your lips quivered, and in an attempt to silence them, you stuffed a dumpling into your mouth, shaking your head. “Never mind.”

“Please, talk to me.”

Ignoring his plea, you continued shaking your head as he gently pulled at your shoulder to make you face him. Tears welled up in your eyes, streaming down your flushed cheeks. Even swallowing the dumpling felt like a struggle amid the surge of complaints in your throat.

“Darling—”

“Just forget it, Nanami.” You wiped your cheeks, your open hair concealing one side of your face. “You already have,” you whispered to yourself.

“Fine,” Nanami replied, casually returning to his food. It wouldn't have been a big deal if you had just mentioned your birthday, but it stung. He should know. After all, he's Nanami—meticulous with schedules, mindful of important dates, and impeccable with time management. Why doesn't he know?

“Are you joking?” you exclaimed, grabbing the remote from his grasp and turning off the movie. “That's all you have to say? ‘Fine’?”

“You told me to forget about it.”

“Yeah, I did. But that doesn't mean you actually forget.”

“I don't get it.”

“Of course you don't.”

He sighed, and you berated yourself for being so obstinate. You resented that sigh, as it made you feel like a nuisance. Yet, it was a warranted sigh, so you let it slide. “Are you upset?”

“What?”

“You are. I can't believe you're upset.” Running your fingers through your hair, you picked up your plate. “I'm going to bed before I say something stupid. Goodnight. Enjoy your trip.”

“Y/N—”

“Goodnight.”

“My love, what’s bothering you?” he asked from the living room while you dumped your dish in the sink. “Would you please just talk to me? Have I said something to offend you?”

You walked off toward your bedroom, into your bathroom, and locked the door. Turning on the shower, you sat down on the floor, holding your knees and crying in the gap between.

You've been ignoring Nanami ever since you woke up nestled against his chest—your body was naturally attuned to his. But since then, you've been withdrawn and moody, casting a shadow over your usual sunny demeanor. Even some of your regular customers have noticed and asked if you were unwell, but you brushed it off with a forced smile and a minor headache excuse. As you were wiping down tables, Nanami entered during lunchtime. You glanced at him from the corner of your eye, then retreated behind the counter, placing his coffee cup and sandwich a bit too forcefully.

“Thank you, darling,” he said, accepting it. “Would you like to join—”

“That'll be ten-fifty,” you interrupted, fingers already inputting the amount without meeting his gaze. You’ve never once charged him since you started dating; everything he desired was on the house because he was your favorite regular and person. You loved him so much that you even experimented in baking his beloved pastries and added them to the menu. Yet, he forgot your birthday.

Nanami retrieved the exact change from his wallet and extended it to you. Your hand snatched it, guilt gnawing at you instantly. Pretending to open the cash register, you discreetly slipped the money into your apron instead.

“Would you like to join me?” he asked once more.

You slammed the cash drawer shut and swiftly turned, heading to the inventory room to immerse yourself in organizing as a distraction.

As Nanami waited outside, thumbs dancing over his phone’s keyboard, you couldn't help but notice his sudden shift in demeanor when you approached. Your mind raced with suspicions of infidelity, but rationality reminded you of his busy schedule now that he wasn't in the office regularly. He was too devoted to you to entertain such thoughts.

Nanami reached out his hand, but you brushed past him, burying your hands in your cardigan. Determined to celebrate your birthday, albeit alone, you headed to the nearest supermarket for groceries. You planned to indulge in your favorite pasta dish, bake fudge brownies, and allow yourself to feel whatever emotions came, whether tears of joy or sadness. Today, you'd celebrate yourself. Happy birthday to you.

Nanami followed you into the supermarket, walking beside you as he added both your and his favorite snacks to the cart. You were determined to make him pay for it all, although you knew he would insist on covering the expenses regardless. Throughout the year you had been together, Nanami never once allowed you to spend your own money. Even during online shopping, he always managed to intercept, distracting you with neck kisses until you surrendered to using his card.

You couldn't help but pout and shoot him a sidelong glance as he meticulously examined the ingredients on a bag of chips. Your gaze then shifted to the cake mix and icing packets, giving you an idea. Bingo.

If you weren't going to outright mention your upcoming birthday, you could at least drop a hint.

Clearing your throat, you grabbed a chocolate-vanilla mix with caramel icing and deposited it into the cart. Nanami observed the entire exchange, briefly meeting your gaze with a neutral expression before returning to scrutinizing the ingredients as though they were sacred text.

Damn him!

“Excuse me, sir?” you called, drawing an innocent elderly employee into your scheme. “It's my friend's birthday tomorrow, and I'm torn between which cake mix to choose. Could you help me out?”

As Nanami switched to a different chip bag, your frustration simmered, but the employee weighed his options, eventually settling on chocolate-vanilla. Grateful, you thanked him and strode away, the cart trailing behind.

Nanami handled the grocery payment and bagging while you observed with arms crossed.

Back at home, you kicked off your shoes, discarded your cardigan on the floor, and trudged wearily to your bedroom. The sounds of the fridge and cabinets being stocked echoed as you sprawled out like a starfish.

“Is he pretending?” you mumbled to yourself. “He must be, right? He couldn't have forgotten my birthday. No way.”

Quickly, you took your phone, dialing Satoru, his assistant. The call forwarded instantly, but his response, received a minute later, left you irritated beyond measure.

Satoru: Sorry, Y/N. Can’t take your call. Packing for a business trip tomorrow. We’re going to Thailand. Will get you a souvenir!

Feeling frustrated, you left him on read and flopped onto your stomach, letting out a scream into the pillow.

Skipping dinner with Nanami, you stayed curled up in bed instead. Despite his attempts to comfort you, kissing your cheeks and tucking you in, you couldn't shake the ache in your heart as you heard him packing in the closet, trying to hide your tears.

It was well past midnight when you finally stirred awake.

Glancing over your shoulder, you found Nanami meters away from you. The realization hit you hard: he had genuinely forgotten your birthday. A mountain settled on your chest as you watched him sleep peacefully, unaware of his oversight. He didn't reach out to hold you close or pull you into his embrace; instead, he slept facing away from you.

You wiped away the tears from your tired eyes, then got up and took your pillows to the living room, hoping to find some sleep on the couch. Instead, you found yourself captivated by the sight of the sunrise.

Meanwhile, Nanami seemed unusually relaxed as he prepared for his business trip, taking his time with his morning routine. He took his time showering, shaving, and ironing his clothes—tasks that you usually handled. He adorned himself with the cuff links you gave him for his birthday and wore the cologne from your six-month anniversary. It stung a bit, realizing how diligent you were in remembering special dates while he seemed to forget them so easily.

But you shrugged it off.

Today was your birthday, and you were determined to make it special, even if you had to celebrate alone. Your customers were already aware that you'd be closed for the day, giving you the entire day and night, plus tomorrow, to yourself. Previous birthdays had been spent in isolation since your parents passed away. This one was supposed to be different because you had Nanami, yet he seemed to overlook its significance.

As you washed your breakfast dishes, disappointment bubbled up inside you, causing you to grip the sponge tightly. Deciding to put off the chore, you washed your hands and turned your attention to baking a cake for yourself.

Nanami sauntered into the kitchen, nonchalantly lugging three hefty suitcases. Why the hell did he need three massive suitcases? Your boyfriend had become a complete mystery to you. You scowled as he tapped away on his phone, the urge to grab it and fling it off the balcony almost irresistible. What luxury could those three suitcases possibly hold? Perhaps new dresses, shoes, or jewelry for whoever was receiving his relentless texts. With his poker-face, it was impossible to tell if it was a woman on the other end.

“Kento.”

Nanami's head jerked up. “Yes, dar—”

“It's my birthday today,” you finally admitted. Enough was enough. You needed him to know and feel miserable for forgetting it while he was on this supposed business trip. You knew it wasn't merely business. He always took you along on such trips. Business trip, my ass. It was clear he was having an affair. “It's my birthday today, Kento.”

His mouth opened to respond, but the ringing phone interrupted him.

You scoffed at the timing of it all, abandoning the cake mixture in the pan. “Have a safe trip.” You walked past him, slamming the bedroom door shut, and collapsed under the covers, sobbing.

Something chimed persistently in the background, prodding at your temples like a sharp stick, urging you to wake up.

You fumbled around on the mattress, locating your vibrating phone and swiping right, still half-asleep.

“Hello?” you croaked out.

“Oh, thank God!” panted Gojo's voice. “There's an emergency with Nanami, Y/N!”

“What?” You shot up in bed, immediately springing into action.

“We were headed to the airport when he suddenly fell ill and started vomiting!” You listened intently as you hurriedly searched through your closet for your cardigan. “I brought him to your bakery since it was closer.” Nanami did have a spare key to your bakery for emergencies. “He's really not doing well, Y/N. Please come as quickly as you can.”

“I'm on my way, Satoru! Thanks for letting me know. I'll be there in a flash. Keep comforting him and try making him some green tea if possible. I can't find anything—Where did all my clothes go?” You shuffled his suits aside and rummaged through your drawers, finding only a few undergarments but nothing else. “Damn it. Alright, I'll be there soon.”

“Of course. See you soon!”

You pushed aside all distractions and focused solely on Nanami, hastily grabbing your bathrobe to cover your shorts and tank top. Rushing to the elevator, you repeatedly pressed the lobby button, feeling your body tremble with anxiety. Your chin quivered as you bit down on your bottom lip, overwhelmed by guilt. Nanami wasn’t prone to sickness as much as you were, but your cold shoulder must’ve given him a cold. The thought made you despise yourself even more, tears streaming down your face as you hurried along the sidewalk, navigating past cyclists and ignoring the curious stares of passersby.

You entered your bakery, the door pushing open with a jingle. “Kento! Ken—”

Your words halted.

The space was decorated with a multitude of lit candles, casting a warm glow over every surface - the counter, tables, chairs, and bare shelves. A three-tiered vanilla chocolate cake adorned with “Happy Birthday Y/N” in elegant script stood proudly on a table. A trail of fresh rose petals led to a solitary chair facing a makeshift projector screen fashioned from a white bed sheet. On the screen, a paused video titled “Life In Her Eyes” awaited.

With cautious steps, you approached the lone chair, scanning the bakery for any signs of activity but finding none. Nervously, you moistened your lips and reached for the small remote with a note reading “Play me,” before settling into the seat.

With a trembling hand, you pressed play on the three-minute video.

“This is my beautiful girlfriend, Y/N,” Nanami's voice narrated in the video, overlaying a scene where you filmed your boyfriend tossing pebbles into the ocean. “She loves to record every single moment we spent together.” The scene shifted to you capturing Nanami's reaction to Alice Vision in Breaking Dawn Part Two. “She loves feeding me if I’m busy working.” A moment captured where you sat on his lap, sharing a pastry and planting a kiss on his cheek. “She loves sunrises and sunsets.” Your camera focused on Nanami's back against the colorful sky. “She insists I hold every stray cat because apparently, an attractive man with a pet drives her wild." Nanami's expression remained composed as he gently stroked the purring white Siamese.

“It’s the truth,” you muttered, using your arm to wipe away the tears and mucus from your runny nose.

“Y/N loves collecting miniature figurines, plush toys, and vintage trinkets.” In a solo vlog, you showcased your latest shopping haul for Nanami, who was in Shibuya for a board meeting. “All. The. Time.” Vlog after vlog, Nanami gathered them all and edited them into snappy clips. “She has a passion for photographing meals and desserts, whether we dine out, order takeout, or cook at home.” The footage captured you filming your dinner plates and soliciting Nanami's ratings as he munched, nodded, and gave you a thumbs up. When he requested the clips, you didn't think much of it. “I haven't met anyone who cherishes life's little joys quite like Y/N.”

The fast-paced snippets capture moments of you brushing dirt off flowers, generously offering cookies to teens studying in your bakery, crafting a necklace from seashells collected at the beach, attempting an ASMR mukbang with Nanami but ending up laughing too much, sharing your collection of hair ribbons, exploring the streets of Malaysia hand-in-hand on your first abroad trip, playfully filming him exercising and flipping the camera to fan yourself and bite your lip, sharing kisses while painting on the living room floor, and him peacefully asleep with his head resting on your chest—

Suddenly, the screen goes black, displaying the title “Life In My Eyes.”

Wiping away tears, you lean forward eagerly, curious about what other scenes he has in store.

Then, your own face fills the screen, bathed in the warm glow of the golden hour, with fluffy summer clouds behind you. Instantly, you recognize the setting: the cliff in Malaysia where you once spent hours talking. But in this clip, your eyes are closed, and you're facing ahead while Nanami captures your profile.

It switched to a different scene of you peacefully asleep against his chest, wrapped in one of his soft cashmere sweaters.

Then, it transitioned to you busy in the kitchen, a smudge of flour on your cheek and strands of hair escaping from your bun.

Next, it showed you tackling household chores, applying makeup, hurrying around declaring, “We're going to be late for the airport,” or shedding tears during the finale of “Happy Feet 2,” or enjoying a quiet moment reading and jotting notes on your balcony.

“Are you recording me?” Suddenly, a clip appeared of you playing with Sumo, a cat you had instantly fallen in love with at the pet adoption center.

“Yes,” Nanami confirmed.

“Pfft. That's my job,” you replied, returning to playing with Sumo. Nanami awkwardly turned the camera around, unable to find the right function to flip screens, and winked.

Then, it shifted to a dimly lit room illuminated solely by flickering candle lights.

It was your bakery.

You appeared on the screen, seated with your back to the camera. You waved an arm, only to realize it was a live feed.

What the . . . ?

Confused, you turned around to locate the camera, but instead found Nanami. On one knee. Holding a red-suede box containing a diamond ring.

You almost tumbled off your chair in disbelief.

Nanami . . . Nanami was proposing to you.

Your boyfriend . . . soon to be your fiancé.

And you couldn't breathe.

Panic threatened to overwhelm you.

But first, you needed to slip that ring onto your finger and shower him with kisses.

Approaching him, you dropped to your knees, gently holding his face in your hands as you kissed him. Tears mingled with your synchronized lips, memories of his touching video playing in your mind. Life, in your eyes, was simply the joys of it. But in his eyes, life was you. You were his reason for living. And he was your heart, keeping you alive.

You pulled back, nodding silently as he slid the ring onto your finger. You noticed his initials on the inner rim, and a sob choked out of you, quickly sealing the moment with a kiss. His arm encircled your waist as he lifted you up, kissing you passionately. It felt like a soldier returning from battle, your body bending back as his smile widened against your lips. Soon, you would be Mrs. Nanami. Holy cow.

“Happy birthday, darling,” Nanami murmured softly as you tried to catch your breath. He gestured with a finger and walked over to the back of the counter. “Close your eyes for me, my love.”

You shut them tightly, wiping away the tears, and sniffled, taking a deep breath.

“Hold out your hands,” Nanami whispered.

You complied.

Something small, soft, and incredibly fuzzy settled onto your palms.

“Mew.”

Your eyes flew open, and there he was. Sumo. It was Sumo, the kitten who had both you and your boyfriend—fiancé—enchanted with his charm. You whined about adopting him once you left the shelter, but Nanami had been practical and kept the idea aside.

“Is he . . . Is he ours?” you asked, gazing into the feline’s sky-blue eyes.

“He's ours,” Nanami replied with a smile.

“He's—Oh my goodness, I'm going to start crying again.” And indeed, you did cry, holding Sumo tightly against your heart, gazing at the radiant diamond ring on your finger, and observing Nanami wipe away a tear from his eye's inner corner. “Kento, we're getting married!”

“I know, my love.” He planted kisses on your forehead, damp cheeks, and lips. “I can’t breathe,” he whispered, stealing another kiss. “You'll soon be my wife.”

“And you'll be my husband.”

“Such a privilege.”

You chuckled, giving him a quick kiss and wrapping your arm around his waist. Resting your head on his chest, you both admired Sumo staring wide-eyed at his parents. “I don't think I've cried this much since . . . ” You sealed the mention of your parents’ passing with a sigh.

“I broke your heart with my plan,” he rasped out. “And I apologize sincerely for it. Satoru assured me it was foolproof, and regrettably, I trusted his judgment.”

It was no surprise it was his assistant.

“Where is he, by the way?”

“Parked down the block,” Nanami replied, lifting Sumo with his large hands to place him in his carrier. “I've already packed our bags for a trip. I'm taking you to Italy.”

“Huh?”

Nanami was nonchalant as he tidied up around the bakery, extinguishing the candles. “It's just for the weekend. I've spent the past week crafting an itinerary with all your favorite spots and restaurants to visit. You'll love the hotel we're staying at.”

You were about to bombard him with a barrage of questions, but instead, you couldn't help but smile.This was Nanami, after all. He had a knack for surprising you. One minute he'd be showering you with affection, the next he'd be whisking you away to Dubai for a vacation. One minute he'd forget your birthday, and the next he'd be proposing on one knee, presenting you with the cat you'd always wanted and whisking you off to your dream destination.

“—and there's this café that sells the most delicious macaroons—”

You interrupted him by pulling him close, planting a kiss on his lips, and wrapping your arms around him. Nanami eagerly responded, one hand resting on the small of your back and the other cradling the back of your head. When you finally broke apart, breathless, you looked into his hazel eyes and said, “Let's take our time, play with Sumo, and enjoy the cake you baked.”

“How did you know I baked it?”

You shrugged. “Baker's intuition.”

Nanami embraced you, resting his chin on your head. He took a deep breath as if replenishing his oxygen supply. His fingers gently ran through your hair, soothingly rubbing your back. “I love you, Y/N,” he whispered as though it were a fleeting thought.

You nuzzled closer to his chest. “I love you too, Kento.”

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asuyaka · 9 months

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"Can we cuddle?"

☆ Gojo Satoru comes home from a long day at work, and wants nothing more than to cuddle with his sweet husband!

★ Fluff, Househusband! Reader!

You were in the kitchen, a soft light blue apron on dusted with flour and other dry ingridents. Your husband, Satoru, was currently at Jujutsu High doing god knows what with his students.

You know most of them, Megumi more than others since that was how you and Satoru met in the first place. Itadori and Nobara were extremely hyper which perfectly matched Satoru's energy. Seeing the three of them bounce around doing stupid shit was normal in the Gojo house, but you loved them all no matter what.

An automated ding! from the oven interrupted your karaoke session, hastily dropping the remote on the couch and rushing back to the kitchen. Putting on a pair of oven mitts and prying the oven open, the smell of freshly baked cake wafted through the air causing you to smile a little.

Gently, you emptied the cake out of its mold, putting it in the sink to wash later as you gathered the things needed to decorate it. Satoru told youa few days prior that they had an event going on between schools, the entire reason you were baking the cake in the first place.

You placed the frosting and sprinkles beside the steaming cake with a proud smile, softly humming to the beat of the music as you began washing the dishes, waiting for the cake to cool down so you could frost and decorate it.

The sound of the door opening made you look up, Satoru's face hung low as he took his shoes off, haphazardly tossing them somewhere as he made a beeline to the kitchen.

"Satoru? Baby, is something wrong?" You asked worriedly, rinsing your hands and drying them before the male had a chance to put his arms around your waist, hiding his face in the crook of your neck.

Normally, he'd come home with a bright smile on his face, initiating a welcome home kiss before the two of you took a shower together, watch a movie or spend quality time together, before falling asleep. But this was out of the ordinary, and it made you worry like hell.

"Oh, Satoru... Long day at work?" You asked with a soft tone, rubbing his hair gently as he nodded, pulling you closer with a soft groan.

"Can we cuddle? Please?" Satoru asks gently, looking up at you with the type of eyes you physically can't say no to.

"Of course we can, just let me—" Interrupted by your husband carrying you bridal style, gently placing you on the bed as he curled up next to you, his long legs wrapped around yours with his head still stuck in the crook of your neck.

"Satoru, I have to get out of my apron first..."

"No. I don't care about the apron, I just... want to feel you." He mutters, wrapping his arms around you just so he could feel your hearbeat resonate with his.

Satoru was clingy with his main love language being physical touch, but seeing him so needy broke the last bit of willpower you had left as you sighed, placing a kiss ontop his hair as you lay contently, listening to your husbands breathing.

The cake would have to come another time.

#writin' shit.#jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru #gojo x male reader #jjk x male reader #jjk x reader #jjk fluff #gojo #gojo x reader #satoru x male

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cherubshert · 3 months

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hihi !! i was wondering if u could make a fic about how reader has glasses and enhypen thinks its saur cute (separate members ofc)

thanks so much for reading this!

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a/n: these are low-key bad and rushed lol. not edited, this is just fiction:). i hope u like :0

희승

The soft click of the camera signals the end of a session, polaroids hung around to dry, make-up and props littered around your desk. it's small, just you and heeseung, going all out for photography project you had. you pull off your glasses, resting them on the very uncomfortable surface you were sitting on. the dress you have on is simple, hand made by one of your other very close friends. you use your hand to raise it so you don't slip and fall, making your way to were heeseung was crouching.

"are they nice?" "very..." he replies distractedly his attention drawn to the picture in his hand. your head rests on his shoulder, "are you sure my glasses don't ruin the pictures?" "i wouldn't have told you to put them on if they did,you look cute." he leans back to kiss you, short but enough to have you hiding your face in his neck. he smiles before shaking you off. "come on we still have so many to take."

제이

Jay slowly pulls away from you, his face flushed , his hair slightly messy, falling into his eyes. "what happened?" you question, shifting you hands to rest on his shoulder. his smiles and tilts his head admiring your face before answering, "your glasses... kept poking at me." "sorry" you mutter your hands raising to take them of your face. his follow suit, gently brushing your fingers away, his large hand cupping your face. "don't get me wrong, m'not complaining. " his fingers follow the frame of your glasses, tracing round your ear . "it reminded me of how cute you look like this." "like how?" leaned in, rubbing your noses together. you shyly shift away, your back pressed against his desk. your hands going up to adjust your glasses. "like this." he pinches your cheek.

제이크

you let out a sigh, pushing your glasses up to rub your eyes. it's getting late now, the clock turning the second you looked at it '10:36p.m.' you turn over your shoulder, jake seating very comfortably on the couch, the tv playing so low that you were sure he couldn't hear anything. but his consideration to you made your heart flutter.

you stood to your feet, silently making your way to where he was. he jumps slightly when you sit next to him, once he calmed down his hand wrapped around your shoulder pulling you close. "you done with work?" "no but I was getting tired, needed a break." you reach forward grabbing the remote. you lean back into his arms, increasing the volume to the tv.

jake is silent the entire time, his breath so soft you thought he had fallen asleep.

feeling your glasses be pulled off your face, shot you out of your trance. "these are so cute on you." he puts it on, turning to you with a smile. his change in energy is definitely alarming, but nothing you're not used to. you mirror his smile reaching forward, cupping his face, squishing his cheeks. "they're even cuter on you." laughter erupts between you two.

you both calm down very quickly, your back pressed to the couch, Jake hovering over you. he very messily puts your glasses on your face, pressing a kiss on your forehead. "you're so gorgeous, but these bring out a different type of beauty." he says drowsily, you giggle, hand raising to brush his hair out of his face. he leans into your touch, sleep easily overtaking him.

성훈

"cut!" you sigh, resting your head on the table. sunghoon silently places a bottle of water beside you, settling in the desk before you looking over his script.

your head rises up finally, leaning on your wrist. "I'm so tired." he smiles at you. "we are almost done for today. just a few more hours." you only grumble in response.

the next hour flies by fast, and soon its time to go home. you two thank the staff , filing out with your small group of managers. "we could go out for a little snack first." sunghoon suggests, you tiredly nod in agreement, following behind him to a café nearby.

its small and cozy, the smell of coffee beans and pastry sugars filling the air, you get something small, sitting by the window to look over the scenes you'd be focusing on tomorrow. your glasses hanging on the bridge of your nose.

you don't notice his staring till your orders arrive, looking up to find his eyes on you before they quickly shift away, thanking the waiter.

"you don't wear your glasses very often." you look at him. "oh no, i usually have contacts. " he leans his head on his palm, smiling at you. "they look very cute."

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You were rather hard to miss, seated in front of him, your head often hidden behind a book. you're both on very different levels socially. sunoo always being surrounded by a crowd of friends and people he admittedly never met or even cared about. and you, there was only one person he'd ever seen you with.

you drew him in, often finding himself lost in delusional daydreams, surrounding your very unique beauty. a flower, often graced by the sun, your skin shines so magically. one of his favorite things about you was your glasses.

rather large for your face, but ever so beautifully added to your aura. the way you pushed them back when they slipped off your face, the pretty charms you often adorned them with.

so when you, turn back, your eyes meeting his through the lens, his heart flutters, immediately turning back to his note book. he stares at the empty page in distraught, not registering the shuffling of the other students moving around the room, or even the chair placed by his table.

"sunoo?" his head shoots up so fast, "we're supposed to work together on the project." you say as you placed your books down. "oh? okay" he feels a little dazed, closing his notebook and placing them away.

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The nurse's office is not really where you wanted to end your day, your leg being bandaged, the nurse giving you advice on how to care for your injury. how did you get hurt? taking pictures of the football team for your school's yearbook, you weren't expecting to be turned into a target of a stray ball...

Jungwon rushes into the room when the nurse exists, an apologetic look on his face. your glasses are held gently in his hand, he's still in his football uniform, telling you he's been waiting since you got here. "I'm really sorry again, i should have been very careful." "it's fine, i was also being reckless." you reach out for your glasses, grabbing them a lot harsher than you wanted.

you put them on, pushing them to a comfortable position. you try to get on your feet, but the bruise on your leg, though small sends pain through you. jungwon very gently pushed to help you walk, some how convincing you to let him walk you home.

The walk to your home is silent, and once you reach your apartment complex, he pass your bag to you. "thank you." "um, by the way, you look really pretty with your glasses on." you turn back to him, your backpack half way on your shoulder. he blushes, "i mean you look pretty in general, but I, you-" "thank you." you say with a smile, pushing your glasses up. "i hope I'm not making you uncomfortable." "not at all, you're very adorable you know. " the last part is so light he barely hears it, his shyly playing with his fingers."thank , thank you." he replies bashfully, "if you still want to take more pictures of the team, i would love to help." "that would be helpful... see you tomorrow." "yes... see you tomorrow."

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you dust off your outfit, fixing your jacket and mic. your stylist fixes off your make-up, passing a pair of glasses to you. you put them on, thanking your staff, before rushing to where you were supposed to wait. the director gives you some directions, and telling you the basics about how things will be filmed. you don't notice niki till you turn around, you bow at him and he does the same.

you both stand around awkwardly, waiting for your cue to start. when the instrumental starts, you shift closer to him."your glasses..." he says softly, "they look cute."

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lafayette-paw-arts · 2 months

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HCs for each of the pairings (two of the vees) in the polyvee? Like their dynamic when it's just the two of them.

Oohh, love this question!

Velvette and Valentino will debate fashion for hours while doing makeovers (Vox doesn't see the appeal) they'll watch shitty tv shows in the bathroom and pick it apart while Valentino does Velvette's hair or while she applies a mud mask onto his face. There's been more than one time where Vox has walked in on the two of them having turned the penthouse bathroom into a spa and they've used the bathtub for a mud bath.

Other times Velvette and Valentino will have intense gaming sessions competing to see who is better at (insert game here) it's always changing. They make up stupid rules, they accuse each other of cheating, they throw out random things they get if they win. (More than once Vox's ass has been a reward for winning without him even knowing they're doing this)

Valentino and Vox will rent out a whole movie theatre for themselves. They'll eat snacks, talk loudly since there's no one to shush them and they'll just rip the movie apart even if they like it.

Valentino will often drag Vox out to dinner in a dingy diner that Vox is pretty sure wouldn't pass any sort of health inspection even for hell, but Valentino enjoys bringing him there for a little private date so he allows it. He'd die again before admitting he likes the food there tho.

Vox will take Velvette out to fancy dinners at expensive or trendy resturants and they'll talk for hours about almost anything. He's very charming not that Velvette would ever admit it out loud of her own accord. Then they'll usually end the night getting gelatto from Velvette's favourite place and slowly walking back to the tower continuing to talk, maybe a little lighthearted teasing thrown in.

There has been a few times when Vox has convinced Velvette to "play spies" with him. He'll allow her to dress them both up in whatever spy outfit she wants, and their task is to snatch something off Valentino without him noticing them, funnily enough they've yet to succeed, but they've gotten close before, they find it fun.

As for the dynamics there's a couple of fun things

Velvette and Valentino being the chaotic gossipy bitches who have been trying to come up with a way to get Alastor’s head on a silver platter for Vox- as an anniversary gift

Velvette and Val are chaotic people- more so when Vox isn’t around to reign them in. He has gotten calls from a fucking imp prison because Velvette ended up here… with Valentino’s encouragement

Velvette and Vox- They are… weirdly calm. Velvette seems to almost feed off the energy in the room. So if Vox is calm she’s pretty much on the same wavelength. Sometimes they’ll just sit there and scroll through social media or work. (Just kind of enjoying being in the same space even if not actively doing something together)

When Velvette isn’t calm it’s a different story. Long rants- sometimes telling Vox to find a universal remote and mute himself. He knows to just sit and listen and wait so they can talk rationally about it.

Valentino and Vox are not on the same wavelength but simultaneously are. They don’t need to talk to do a task together because they’ve known each other so long. If they are cooking together for example: (more like Vox is cooking and Val is handing him things) Valentino will rant and rant to Vox about the studio. And Vox will passively listen and make him see logic by treating him like a toddler sometimes. Meanwhile, they’re flawlessly handing each other things they need. Whisk? Handed over. Valentino shutting a pantry door that Vox almost backs into

It’s no offence to Velvette but most of the time if Vox is angry he goes to Valentino. Even if it’s not the smartest move. Sometimes you need someone to be angry with you. To take you to a shooting range or axe throwing or something. To a damn rage room (that’s not recommended for Vox anymore because Val almost hit him with a bat.)

Hope I gave you what you wanted!

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minminyoonjii · 3 months

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Hey! I would like to make a request of idol caregiver!stray kids x 9th member little reader. Thanks!

❤️Ultimate Masterlist

💜Rules and Guidelines

🧡Stray Kids Scenarios Masterlist

🌹CW

💌 This is a work of fiction, I by all means don't force ship anyone. They have the right to love whomever they want.

🍄Wordcount: 1.3K

Heavy pants echoed within the practice room, mirrors fogging from the sheer heat building. "Is the air conditioning broken?" you huffed, wiping the sweat dripping down your forehead. You checked the remote, lowering the temperature, "I guess I can take a break," you grumbled, scrunching a ball of newspapers to clear the fog. You lay on the cold hardwood floor, shaking off the spinning feeling in your head, "Water," you whined, weakly reaching out to the chill bottle by your side.

The room slowly levelled out, turning into a cosy temperature. You sit up, checking the time, "11 pm" it reads. "How long was I in here for?" you mumbled, gradually feeling small in the large room. Your phone rang, "Hello?" you answered, putting it on speaker. "Agi, where are you? The boys are planning to head home early today," Changbin said, pressing his phone against his shoulder. You hummed, "Still in the room, was touching up on some parts," you said, picking at your fingers.

Changbin sighed in concern, "Do you want Hyunjinnie to be with you? He said he wouldn't mind helping," he suggested. You shook your head on instinct, "No, no. I'll be okay. I already know which parts to pay attention to," you reassured, feeling your heart ache when you heard Changbin's initial sigh. He pursed his lips, "Alright, there'll be dinner on the table if you ever get hungry," he said, tapping Hyunjin's shoulder to say you'd be fine.

You nodded, "Ahm, I'll see you later," you said before hanging up the call. Changbin heard the beep and sighed, "I'm getting worried about her these days, she's pushing herself too hard," he grumbled, leaning against Hyunjin's shoulder. "Well, at least Hannie and Channie hyung are still in the studio," Hyunjin said, scrolling through his phone to let them know where you are. Changbin hummed, "Yeah," he whispered, staring out the window.

You groaned, hearing your joint crack as you stood, "Let's film a session and monitor from there," you mumbled, setting up your phone. "Tak. Tak. Tak." you whispered, mimicking Minho's usual guidance. You finished a run-through, grabbing your phone off the stand to watch, "Okay," you huffed, clicking play. You monitored your movement to every detail, the perfectionist in you thriving when you felt a bit satisfied.

However, when you got near the end, your movement felt a bit uncoordinated, "If I did this with the boys, I'd bump into someone," you winced, clicking your tongue. You huffed, standing up, the cloudy feeling in your head spun but you brushed it off, "Last one," you grumbled, rubbing your throbbing temples. You positioned your phone once more and got to work, trying your hardest to conserve energy so that you limit your movement spacing.

When it got to that section of the song, you were so focused on watching your spacing that you tripped over yourself. "Ah, fuck," you grunted, falling on your arm. Pain shook through your wrist, "Ow, ow. What the fuck," you whimpered, holding it close. You winced, examining the bruise. "Shit," you groaned, trying to flex it but it stung too bad. You leaned your back against the cold mirror, catching your breath, "Hi," you joked, staring into the camera that filmed your fall.

You used the mirror as leverage, helping you up, "I should probably off this," you mumbled, stopping the recording. You sighed, sitting back on the sofa, and pulling your legs close, "I hope it's just a bruise," you whispered, letting your thoughts spiral for a bit. "I should've left earlier," you grumbled, feeling the guilt wash over you from the mistake. You stared blankly at the mirror, eying your body language, judging how unflattering it looked.

"I have to stop," you chastised, trying to turn your vision away from your reflection but your eyes stayed glued. You gulped, "This is fine," you whispered, swallowing down the tears threatening to spill. "Not now," you mumbled, feeling your lips wobble. You tried taking deep breaths, your fingers carefully digging themselves into your hair, tugging them at the roots. "It's going to pass," you verbalize, rocking gently in your spot.

Tears dripped from exhaustion, stress and general built-up. "Hurts," you choked up, curling yourself tighter. Your head pulsed and you wanted nothing more than to melt. With sniffles, you hesitantly guided your thumb towards your lips. You exhaled through your nose, sucking softly on your makeshift pacifier. 'This isn't a good idea' you thought, slowly letting your headspace come through. You continued sucking, feeling the throb in your head subside, when the practice room door quietly opened.

Jisung furrowed his eyebrows, seeing the empty room. He double-checked the room number with the one Hyunjin sent him and this was the one. "Baby?" he whispered, stepping in to look for you. A sight in the mirror caught his eye, he turned to face the mirror only to see your curled-up figure on the sofa. Jisung slowly moved towards you, squatting down before rubbing your back. You flinched at the sudden touch, curling inwards to hide your face.

Jisung cooed, shushing you, "It's just me, baby," he reassured, smiling when your body relaxed after recognising his voice. "Why are you all curled up, hm?" he asked, the touch on your back didn't stop. You shakily slipped out your injured wrist, face still buried between your knees. Jisung noticed the growing bruise, eyes widening as his mind spun to figure out how this happened. "Did you fall?" he asked, rubbing your injured hand carefully.

You nodded, tears soaking your pants once more. Jisung frowned, stroking your hair, "Let's get you patched up, baby," he said, kissing the top of your head. You whined, wanting to keep sucking on your thumb in peace. "Sweet girl, we need to get this wrapped," he cooed, rubbing your shoulders. You huffed, peeking out from your hiding. Jisung's heart clenched, your face blotchy with tears stained, the thumb you were sucking on pruned from your drool, "Aww, baby," he said, pulling you onto his lap.

You sniffled, nuzzling against his collarbone. Jisung chuckled, lifting you "Come on, baby. Channie hyung is waiting for us," he said, readjusting until you're comfortable. You hooked your chin over his shoulder, a pout etched on your lips. Jisung went to the first aid box, grabbing some external gel with some bandages, "Channie hyung with help wrap it, okay?" he whispered, carrying you towards Chan's direction.

Chan furrowed his eyebrows, seeing you cling onto Jisung, "Is she alright?" he asked, rubbing your back. Jisung shook his head, "The baby fell and hurt her wrist," he explained, handing Chan the stuff. "Did it look bad?" he asked, gently taking your injured hand into his to examine. You whimpered, burying your face into Jisung's neck. Jisung hummed, "It just looks like an external bruise, if the pain prolong after a few days perhaps a check-up wouldn't hurt," he said, patting your back.

Chan frowned, carefully applying the ointment, "I know it hurts, angel. Bare with me, okay?" he cooed, chest tightening at your weak whimpers. He wrapped your wrist firmly, "This should be enough pressure," he said, kissing your forehead. Jisung adjusted your position, not wanting you to slip down, "Ready to go home, baby?" he asked, carrying you towards the car. You grumbled, sleep coaxing over you.

Chan chuckled, starting the engine, "Guess someone is sleepy," he said, watching Jisung buckle you in from the front mirror. Jisung cooed, "She is, such an adorable sweetheart," he said, brushing your hair from your face. Chan hummed, "At least she can sleep well tonight," he sighed, worry seeping into his body. Jisung kissed the top of your palm, "Yeah, at least there's that," he mumbled. The drive was peaceful, with only the sounds of the low radio music and car vibrations aiding your sleep.

Jisung unbuckled your sleeping figure, "Hyung when do you think they'll admit that they're a little?" he whispered, not wanting to wake you up. Chan sighed, "I don't think anytime soon," he admitted, unlocking the front door. "I hope they do it under their own accord and not by a forced situation," Jisung mumbled, holding you tight. Chan smiled, "Even if that happens, we'll be one step behind her," he reassured, patting Jisung's hair.

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httpseiki · 1 year

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Hello hello! First time requesting! Can I get prompt 68 from fluff and 29 from smut where reader and Han are besties and one night they get together for movie night and find out they have feelings for each other? I love your fluffy smuts the most you are one of my favorite writers! No rush at all but I’m excited to see what you come up with 😍

building forts and confessions.

han jisung x fem!bsf!reader

note: hi lovely!! glad to be ur first request page(?)!!! and yes, fluffy smut is my fav genre too, I have like 15 drafts with soft dom lino, aaanywayyy, hope you'll enjoy this heheheheee. and I might also make a part two to this one, who knooowssss :)))

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ the prompts!!

29. "don’t tempt me"

68. “Let’s build a fort!”

tw: afab!reader, NSFW content, ftl obvi🙄, mentions of alcohol and drinking, pining, teasing, slight nipple play(?), oral sex, slight fingering, orgasm denial. might make a part 2 out of this, who knows:))

song choice: cupid - fifty fifty

"I made us popcorn!!" han announces, running from the kitchen.

you smiled at his childish behaviour, telling him to be careful not to drop them. he sits back on the couch next to you and places the bowl in your lap.

"ugh, this month's session was terrible!" you groan, placing your feet on the small coffee table.

"and you're the one talking," he leans after the remote. "I had to finish a whole fucking mixtape in less than two weeks!"

you giggle at his exasperated facial expression. you exhale a breath you didn't know you were holding when the corner of his lips turned upwards. there is it, the smile that has your stomach turning upside down.

"sucks to be you, I guess, " you stuff your mouth with popcorn.

han scoffs, turning on TV to search for something to watch.

"oh, there's this movie that was released yesterday," he says. "I wanted us to watch it in premiere, but we went to that party."

you hum, waiting for him to finish the struggle of writing the name of the japanese movie. jisung has a thing for watching things in premiere. three days ago, when you told him about the party your classmate was throwing, he got a bit upset at the idea of not being the first people to see it.

the party was lit, though. you danced all night, it was exactly what you needed. the alcohol ran through the air as everyone got more than drunk. you did get tired of the crowd faster than your friends, so you opted to sit on the balcony, next to jisung, who was just as drained of energy.

the moonlight was shining on your faces as you talked about nonsense. that was the moment you realised just how dear he was to you. that you actually like him more than you expected to. your heartbeat suddenly went up to the thought that jisung was probably not seeing you more than just his best friend.

you hid your heartache until now, but being next to him since last night was terribly tensionate.if that's a real word. you sigh, not focusing on the movie at all.

"what's bothering you?" his voice was soft, yet tot you, it felt like sirens roaring through the night.

"nothing... "

he nods and turns his head back to the tv. you liked how he never pressured you onto telling him anything.

his hair was so soft, though. not that you touched it, but it looked so nice to run your hand through... and his round glasses atop of his nose. the way his eyes gleamed...

you tilt your head, how could someone be so endearing?

"okay," han turns towards you, "you're not interested in the movie, aren't you?"

"oh, no. no, no, no- I mean, yes. yes, of course I am, I-"

you stop your blabbering when he starts laughing, a stupid smirk drawn on his face.

"am I that attractive to you?"

"what?" your eyes widen.

"you're literally scanning me inch by inch, " he runs a hand through his perfect locks.

"dont bring your high school self out," you sigh, folding your arms.

he knows what he's doing. he wants to get you flustered, that's why he's laughing again. this seems incredibly funny to him. how your cheeks were bright pink and shining. how your leg was bouncing. it was all funny to him.

"fine, I'll stop, I'll stop," han adds, manspreading closer to you. "but just say you're not that interested in the movie."

....

nothing.

"── ? cmon, I was just jokiiiiing" he whines.

nothing.

again.

"sweetcheeks, why are you like this???" he coos when pinching your face.

he gasps when you push his hand off of your face, contemplating whatovr to do next.

"oh, I know what will get you to speak," his expression lights up. "let's build a fort!!"

the happy look he was displaying was slowly falling while awaiting your response. jisung felt like hours, even decades, were passing by, as he watched your eyes settle upon him,

"ok, fine," you finally give in.

he sits up, jumping and clapping. then you get to work. you go to his bedroom to bring more pillows as he demolishes the couch.

"there you go," he finally sits down, "isn't it so cozy?"

"yeh, a bit crowded but yeah," you both giggle.

the fort didn't end up especially spaceous. you were sitting on your knees, facing jisung who did the same, legs touching.

"so, did you know that frogs drink water through their skin?"

"what the hell, jisung?" you burst into a fit of laughter.

"yeah, I'm not joking!!!" he protests.

"I'm sorry, they what?"

"drink water through their skin!"

the seriousness he displayed only amused you more, body throwing itself on him, the sudden movements shook the fort.

"and they eat through it too??"

"no, I'm ju-"

you stopped breathing. oh, he was so close. a pillow behind you was threatening to fall, so han leaned in towards you to catch it. his face was just centimeters away from you, noses touching. his eyes were fixated on your lips, and you smiled,

"you really want to kiss me, huh?"

it was your turn to get him back for the teasing of earlier.

"don't tempt me."

heat was rushing up, as his words betrayed himself, since he attached his lips to yours immediately. it was so sudden, a yelp left you. you couldn't complain though, he was so good at kissing.

it didn't take long for you to sync, arms wrapping themselves around his neck, deepening.

"j-jisung, I... " you say breathlessly.

he hums.

"you, what?" he grabs your chin when you look away, embarrased.

"I don't know..." you avoid telling him.

"you do, spit it out."

how you hated how he always pressured you to tell him. you were pathetic to think he would return the feelings. and you didn't want to ruin your whole friendship, even if he just kissed you, it didn't mean nothing, you guess,

"plus, how do you tell your best friend you're in love with them?"

"... just like that," han whispers.

your blood turned cold, you just thought out loud. your instinct was to apologise, but you were cut off by him kissing you again.

this time, it was more heated, tongues colliding. your fingers got tangled in his hair, and it was soft. you pulled at his locks, earning a whine from him.

jisung went down to your neck, placing wet kisses down to your collarbones. you tried your best to keep in your moans, small sounds escaping every time he sucked too harshly at certain spots.

his hands played with the hem of your hoodie, tips of his fingers tracing the goosebumps of your hot skin. not long after, he took it off, revealing your bare chest.

"oh my god, you're driving me crazy," jisung chuckles.

you fall on your back when his hot mouth attached itself to your nipple, sucking and flicking his tongue over it. his thumb toyed with the other one, moans spilling out of you.

"sung..."

"too far?" he raises his head to look at your face.

"no, continue, pleaseee... " you push his head back to your skin.

jisung obeys, biting on your sensitive buds. at this point, your pajama shorts were probably leaking with your own arousal. as if he read your mind, he cupped your pussy. you whine, needing more. his fingers rubbed your clit, air hitching in your lungs. he was already bringing you to see stars.

"can I, sweetheart?" han asks for consent before taking the further step.

"yeah, sure, " you agree, "just..."

his glance never searched for yourd this quickly ever. what did he do wrong?

"i-it's my first time doing something like this... "

jisung smiles, placing a kiss in your forehead. he promised to be gentle.

his fingers pushed down the soft material of your shorts, revealing your soaked cunt. the cold air of midnight hit you hard, making you squeeze your thighs. his palms parted them, thumb rubbing at your skin. you watched as he lowered himself, positioning himself between your legs.

"jisung~" you moan at the feeling of his tongue on your clit.

han swirled it around your folds, slurping the mess you left on yourself.

han growls when you push his face deeper, one hand grabbing your hips to stabilise you, while the other traced the outline of your nub, before entering two fingers inside your desperate hole.

"shit, you feel so tight~" he sighs.

he starts moving his wrist faster. your eyes were fixed on his furrowed brows and how they complement his face so well.

"how does it feel, lovely?"

"s'good, " you answer between pants, "don't stop, please."

jisung hummed, suddenly going knuckles deep. you almost scream when his pace also picked up. a warm knot felt heavy inside you, and as if feeling it as well, han stopped every ministration,

"sorry, babes, " he apologizes while getting up to undress himself, "you're only gonna be coming over my cock."

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chastitywifeguide · 1 year

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Don't feel bad if you miss the feeling of penetration. you can always make him wear a strapon over his cage. it fulfills your desires without setting back all the progress you've made in chastity.

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if you're worried about missing out on penetrative sex just have him wear a strapon over his cage.

he won't stop until you're satisfied: He won't be able to cum before you like i'm sure he has so many times before leaving your unfulfilled. so you will always walk (or stumble) away satisfied. trust me, you've never been fucked with more enthusiasm than by a man locked in chastity for the past 3 months! if you unlocked him for sex he'd cum in 3 seconds, but his strapon never cums before you.

you won't lose your progress. It keeps him locked so you don't loose all the progress you've made so far by denying him orgasm. it takes weeks of chastity to build up a man's sexual energy to the point where he will do anything you say. remember a man's sexual energy completely resets after he has a full orgasm and you'll have to restart from square one to get him back to his constant state of arousal and eagerness to please you.

it's a great tease. nothing can tease him more than the fact that he'll be fucking you but with a strapon while his caged and helpless cock bounces around unable to get hard. make sure you dress up in something sexy and really get him going. take it slow. no need to rush. the more your entice him the better. say/do things like...

have him using a harness compatible vibrating dildo. idc how good a fuck a man is, his cock will never be able to vibrate...

say how this is what you mean by "Sex" from now on.

tell him how great it was after and how you'll never need to unlock him again.

if you've cloned his penis (e.g. clone-a-willy) then have him use that to fuck you.

dress up in the sexiest lingerie you have for these sessions.

make him thank you after.

laugh while he fucks you.

make him ask you to keep him locked after or before.

you can put a remote controlled vibrating cock ring around his cage and turn it on when you're about to cum so maybe he can have a ruined cage orgasm at the same time.

it's so humiliating that his cock will be caged away while he has to use a strapon to fuck you. it's like you're a lesbian couple. but he will be so turned on from his prolonged chastity that he'll be so excited to do it.

it re-enforces his submission and how his cock has been completely replaced in your sex life.

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kookiecrumb · 2 years

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*jumps in * helloo there!! i read you jk brother's bestfriend smut and it was sooo good !! can u pls write a tae version ?? it doesn't have to be similar, only thing is tae should be my bbf !! thank you so much!! 💝🎈

KTH || The BBF

header by: @jjkeverlast

a/n: I'm proud to announce that I'll be making this a series with all the members. Next will be Park Jimin.

Definition: Brother's Best Friend.

After you broke up with your ex, something that started as a joke between Taehyung and Jungkook has the potential to become a sexy reality.

tags: pure smut. (18+)

warnings: bigdick!taehyung, exhibitionism, blowjobs/throatfucking, innocent!reader, unprotected sex*(don't do this), the word k*ll, praise kink, sneaky linking, reader has to keep quiet because her brother's next door, brother!jungkook

@koobsessed @kooliv @carolynanderson @angelwonie @justjefinner

It started as a joke. One day during sophomore lunch, the idea conjured itself in Taehyung's head. He was bored and he wanted to get a reaction out of Jungkook, so he started an ongoing joke that he was going to fuck his sister.

Of course it was all for shits and giggles at first, but you got all hot about a year ago. Suddenly, he couldn't keep it in his pants.

Still, he kept up with the gag throughout the years because Jeon's reaction was always too priceless to let up.

"Is your sister still with that clown of a boyfriend of hers?" Taehyung abruptly asks during one of their video game sessions, on voice chat.

Your brother glances back at you. He's thankful for his noise-cancelling headphones, ensuring that you heard absolutely zero part of that.

You're just watching him play on the bed.

He rolls his eyes. When he's certain you're not listening, he mumbles,"No, they actually broke up this weekend."

A smirk spreads on Taehyung's face as he grips his remote control a little harder. "Is that right? You know what that means, Jeon? I'm going to fuck your sister."

Jungkook shakes his head, concentrating on his next killshot, only slightly pissed at Taehyung's comment. "Whatever man. That stopped being funny in eleventh grade."

"What did?" You speak up, interjecting the conversation.

"Nothing. Taehyung's being a dumbass."

"Oh, okay," you dismiss, quietly returning to casually copying down your organic chemistry notes. It's such a comfortable night today.

It's not terribly dry or humid out, but it is warm, so your clothing is somewhat scarce. It feels unnecessary to overdress in such weather.

You don't have the energy to overthink your older brother's banter.

In fact, you're getting kind of sleepy. You reach over the bed for a glass of ice water.

"Ugh, fuck!" Jungkook exclaims. You jolt, causing you to spill at least half the glass on your hand. This infuriates you.

"Hey, stupid! What the fuck?!" You scream.

Jungkook releases one ear of his headphones, unbothered. "Either get used to me being loud or leave," he says, not once looking away from the glowing screen of his television.

You let out an annoyed grunt and gather your study materials and head out the door. You didn't want to watch him play Overwatch for the millionth time anyway.

Jungkook clicks his tongue and smiles. He's successfully gotten rid of you. Now he can continue his game in peace.

"What the fuck? You made her leave?" Taehyung immediately complains.

"Uhh, yeah. Why do you care? She was distracting us from the mission either way," he justifies.

Taehyung disconnects from the voice chat and logs off for the night. Five minutes later, Jungkook receives a direct message explaining that he needed to "get some sleep."

Much to Taehyung's delight, he bought it.

His true intentions for the night had yet to unfold.

After an hour of just doing assignments, you're about to call it a night. It's too early to fall asleep, though, so you're about to turn on some music and catch up on your latest read. You're right in the middle of a juicy scene taking place in nineteenth century England.

Out of the blue, your phone starts vibrating wildly. You shuffle your hands over the sheets in search of it.

Finally, you find it and answer it without taking a second look to see who it was from. "Hello?"

"I heard you're done with that piece of shit," Taehyung answers.

"...Uhm, yeah. It was a mutual decision, actually. Tae, why are you calling me this late?" You pivot.

He doesn't sweat it. "I know the way you look at me whenever we go out. You should be ashamed of yourself."

Taehyung leans back in his car seat, bringing his hips forward. He has always been assertive, so this attitude comes as no surprise to you. Something you don't know is that he's pulled up to the driveway.

"So what? It's not like we're even fucking."

"Would you like to be?" He asks.

"Tae, what?" You smile in disbelief.

"Your ex never liked the way I looked at you. If you want to prove to him that you've moved on, how about we link up? Right now."

Tempting.

Since freshman year, Taehyung had always come off as the aloof type. He didn't say much outside of his friend group and largely kept to himself. That is, until you got a boyfriend.

His stares got longer. His body tensed around the both of you together, especially when your ex showed you any sort of affection. It made you suspicious of his intentions toward you.

You looked back, your eyes seductive and open to him, as if tempting him to rip you from your then boyfriend's arms and place you on his chest. It was no secret you needed him, too.

"Where are you?" You search out the window, looking for any sign that he's nearby. "You need to sneak in before my brother sees or else he's going to kill you."

"I know. Don't you worry about it. I'm a smart man," he says before he hangs up the phone.

Moments later, there's a knock at your window. Taehyung gestures for you to open it as wide as you can. So, you kneel on the bed and sneak him in as swiftly as possible, without raising suspicion.

"What the fuck, how did you get here?" You whisper-yell.

"Drove," Taehyung pants, sitting with his legs crossed, across from you. He takes his shoes off and places them at the foot of the bed.

He leans back on his palms and smirks.

"You're parked in the driveway?" You ask, a bit calmer.

"Yes, so don't worry about it. Chill…" Taehyung glances over at your closed bedroom door. "He's still awake?" He gestures towards it.

"Yeah…last time I checked," you reply.

"That means we need to be super quiet…and super quick," he instructs you, gazing straight into your eyes. Excitement fills them.

The adrenaline hits and the realization of what you're about to do sinks in. Your cheeks get hot in anticipation. You're utterly embarrassed.

He notices. The last thing Taehyung wants is to make you uncomfortable. "Whoa…" he lulls, leaning forward to hold your face in his big hands. "We don't have to rush it, either," he reminds you.

You nod against it, smiling softly.

"Do you need me to strip first?" He asks, his eyes wide and reassuring. They comforted yours like no other and you felt a massive amount of guilt for it. How could something so taboo feel so good?

"Could you?" You affirm.

So, Taehyung carefully begins revealing more and more of his skin in the dark of your moonlit room. His shirt is peeled from his torso to reveal his chest, his stomach, and his arms. A silver necklace with a charm hangs from his neck. It is a white tiger.

He moves his hands down his torso and settles on his jean button, tugging it open. "Come help me with this," he sighs.

You come forward and quietly unzip him, your hands resting on your thighs. "That's a good girl," he hums, flexing beneath your touch.

He's so warm beneath you. It's impossible to resist mouthing at his tenting erection as soon as it's visible. You tug his pants down to his hips and immediately spread your tongue on his clothed cock, lifting your hips off the bed.

"Mmm," you breathe, your eyes lifting up to watch Taehyung's pleased expression.

"Don't be shy with it," he reminds, "I need your mouth." He shifts beneath you, his hands caressing your back.

You lift the strap of his boxers and attach your mouth to the tip of his cock. Taehyung groans softly in relief. He's so satisfying to feel on your tongue, the girth and warmth of his dick is utterly addictive.

"Look at you," he lifts your face up, his hooded eyes filled with insatiable lust. "I could fuck your throat raw to keep you silent."

You feel your cunt twitch at the thought. His dick is so big. Your poor throat couldn't possibly be fucked raw by him, but your imagination runs with the idea. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you sink down on his dick, hollowing your cheeks as you swallow him.

You breathe in through your nose, allowing his hands to guide your mouth on his dick as he languidly thrusts into your heat. Taehyung bites his lips to keep from any noise escaping him.

"Mmn, mmn, mmmgh," deep, honey-like moans vibrate from his throat. You spread your legs father, your panties are now soaked and you can feel it.

You bring your fingers down to split your folds apart as you finger yourself to the pace he's pounding into your tight mouth.

"You're wet from sucking my dick," Taehyung groans. "That cunt is mine…"

You pull off his dick and sit up, peeling your nightgown from your body and kneeling before him with your thighs spread apart. "Take it," you beg.

Taehyung's eyes fall on your breasts and then to your supple lips before settling on your pussy. He throws his pants on the other side of the room and leaps on top of you, pinning you to the bed.

"Don't make a sound," he demands, his knees prying your legs open. His thumb catches the cloth separating your cunt from him and pulls it off of you.

Taehyung presses his body to yours, attaching his mouth to your neck and sucking hard. You gasp sharply, "Tae~"

He hushes you and readjusts himself so that his shaft is flush against your drenched cunt. "If he hears us, we're both dead,"

You comply, your hands scratching his back lightly in pure bliss. "I won't, we won't, just get inside me," you whine.

He grinds himself against you, gripping your inner thighs so that you keep from squirming. "Such a needy little thing," he remarks. "I do it so much better than him."

The stretch is incredible. You miraculously are able to accomodate for such a big cock. Your cunt is filled with him up to your cervix, your clit throbbing for his touch.

Taehyung touches you with fumbling hands, his mind racing with need. He thrusts up experimentally, hungrily. You whimper beneath him, your eyes squeezed shut.

He kisses your lips, encouraging you to hold on to him harder as he rocks the bed with his hips.

"Taehyung~" You bury your face into his chest and he smiles, kissing at your cheek.

The thrill in the pit of your stomach builds indefinitely. You're on the brink of a mind-spinning orgasm and by the feel of it, so is he.

You flinch, convulsing around him as pleasure erupts from your body. He cums hard inside of you, his body stuttering over yours, his lips clashing into yours.

The lights flicker outside of the bedroom. You both sit up, alarmed. He reaches over to his clothes. "I won't go until I've helped you clean," he says, keeping his eyes on the door.

He stays for a while, carefully cleaning you and holding you before he says he needs to go. "Your brother's gonna get suspicious," he adds.

He's right. Minutes after Taehyung leaves, Jungkook comes storming into your room with a suspicious look on his face. "What are you looking for?" You ask, rolling your eyes at him.

"...Nothing, I guess…" he mumbles, scanning the floor one more time before closing the door back up again.

Your panties are missing. Weird.

BONUS:

Jungkook is hanging out at Tae's, playing video games, a week after you two hooked up and he notices a peculiar item in his laundry basket.

"Is that…" Jungkook furrows his eyebrows in confusion. "That's not…Y/N's, is it?"

Taehyung doesn't respond, smirking with his eyes fixed on the game.

"Tae. Taehyung," Jungkook presses him, shoving him lightly. Taehyung doesn't budge. Instead, he just smiles.

Jungkook is alarmed by his lack of response. "Noooo…" he says in disbelief.

"Yesss…" Taehyung finally replies.

"You are so dead."

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𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝? - 𝐫𝐮́𝐛𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐬

・𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬

( 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐫𝐮𝐛𝐞𝐧 𝐱 𝐬𝐡𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐟𝐟? 𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜? 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐚𝐬…𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐬 (𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐢 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭) 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐞𝐬𝐩 𝐫𝐮𝐛𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐠𝐨𝐝. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐮𝐛𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐚 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐎𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐟𝐟 × 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫. )

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝.

She wasn't the most talkative person by any means, she liked to listen more than speak which helped her work even more efficient as part of the medical staff for Manchester City, having started her tenure a year and a half ago, she'd fallen into a good rhythm with everyone, from the coaches to the players - they'd all made her feel less like a nervous student on her first day and more like a family member, some of the players were also quite friendly, Phil being the closest in age to her was the first to approach her and befriend her along with the Portuguese defender, Rúben Dias.

The first few weeks of work went quite well, the only people who frequently and unfortunately were injured were either Jack, Kevin, Kyle, Ilkay or Bernando - and she'd kept up the professional façade as best she could as she naturally felt shy around them.

The players were always respectful for her, sans Jack who'd often throw a ridiculous comment every now and then that she obviously brushes off as she doesn't have the energy to deal with him at times.

The only person she seemed to enjoy being around aside from Phil was Rúben, he'd keep her company whenever they were free and would spend hours talking to her about his hometown as well as teaching her some words in Portuguese, and while they both knew that their bond was completely platonic, the whispers were definitely loud, and she heard every bit of them.

He totally likes her.

I bet they're sleeping together.

She's so lucky to be this close him.

While it may seem on the outside that she can handle herself, she was actually quite sensitive; she did not bring up the issue with Rúben, instead ignoring the outside noise to help strengthen her friendship further.

Rúben had unfortunately picked up an injury and was in the midst of rehab sessions, he was due to come to her office to perform a check up before going to physical therapy, and while she waited for him, she spent the time going through her emails and answering the ones she had from friends as well as adding a few more details to her on going thesis regarding athlete injuries and how to tackle the proper methods of treatments.

Her thoughts were broken by the sound of a knock on the door causing her to look up and see Rúben, he seemed to be in better spirits than he was when he first picked up the injury a few weeks back, " Morning " he smiles.

" Morning " She smiles back and shuts her laptop, she gestures to the bed. " Come on big boy, sit down "

Rúben chuckles, before assuming his seat. She stands up and grabs her coat to slip it on, along with clipboard; she went through the standardized questions, before the part she hated the most, the physical check up, he watched her with a curious expression which turns into a teasing smile the second he noticed how her cheeks were visibly pink as she went about with the physical check up. " Are you ok? "

" I'm fine " She squeaks out, avoiding his look.

While she'd never felt anything remotely romantic towards Rúben, she wasn't blind to the fact that he is quite handsome - on top of being soft spoken, polite and intelligent, he was the perfect package for any girl, she'd often wonder why he wasn't dating anyone yet he unlike the majority of the players focused more on his career rather than other aspects.

Rúben chuckles, " It's ok you know " he said before adding with a teasing. " I know I'm so sexy it's making you so shy "

She looks up with a mock horrified expression, " Relax, I'm not a crazy fan girl like those that thirst over you online "

Rúben laughs, " Then why did you get all shy then? "

" I just do ... " She shrugs.

Rúben looks at her for a moment before he finally understood why she was behaving like this, " It's about the comments right? "

" It's fine Rúben " She smiles, " I'm a big girl, I can take care of myself well enough "

" I know you can " Rúben echoes, " But I don't want you to overthink them, you're my best friend "

" I thought John is your best friend " She retorts with a laugh.

Rúben shrugs, " He's been demoted " he leans over and whispers. " Don't tell him that! "

She giggles, " your secret is safe with me "

Rúben then grabs her hand and smiles, " Relax alright, they can talk all they want "

" I promise " She smiles.

#ruben dias #ruben dias imagine #ruben dias fanfiction #ruben dias one shot #ruben dias fluff

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