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violettelueur · 3 years

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RYŌMEN SUKUNA || LITTLE CAGED ARTIST

| featuring : ryomen sukuna ft. itadori yuji

| warnings : mention of emotional abuse and murder as well as grammar errors

| form : imagine

| word count : 1691

| published : 22 december

| request : Hello, idk if your request are open but feel free to ignore, but just, imagine another reencarnation au (those imaginw of yours are my favourite) where the reader was a painter and Sukuna's personal favourite so he took her and kinda abused her psycologicaly to the point where she would just draw him and only him and he loved that, and in the future she's still an artist that draws Yuuji bc theyre friends but when she sees the tatoos she again draws Sukuna and he feels guilty for the way he treated her and her art in the pastIf It's angst i would apreciate but it's not really necesary

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“Sukuna….please leave me alone...leave the village alone, I beg of you please,” you whimpered to the man that was standing tall and proud with a sadistic smirk painted on his face, while you were on your knees tightly holding onto his large wrist - somewhat slightly covering the black ring marking - as if your weak physical strength could do anything to stop his raising them up and giving a rain upon hell to the people that was residing in the small town you lived in.

You have no idea how you had managed to catch the attention of the most feared curse to both humans and jujutsu sorcerers nor did you know how you managed to become acquainted with the man in front of you. All you knew right now was that the situation you were in at this current moment and time, was not ideal to anyone at all.

You were just a simple artist. A simple village girl artist that was blessed to be hired by the nobility and aristocracy to paint their family portraits with the finest colours that they would offer you, for you to be then paid so you could provide for your village. However, as luxurious as it sounded, you were in love with the idea of just placing a sharped piece of charcoal on a piece of paper or cloth you could find anywhere and sketch your heart designed.

“Leave you alone?” Sukuna questioned you in his deep voice, before slowly crouching down to become face to face with you. “I could never leave you alone, not when you have caught my attention with your craft little one,” Sukuna then stated, as he gently placed a hand on your cheek before using his thumb to caress the soft skin he was touching.

Ever since Sukuna had caught sight of you delicately painting a portrait of a noblewoman with such care and gentleness, he couldn’t help but wonder how your hands were so carefully and how patient you were to make sure every stroke was perfect to your desire. Slowly, he began to wonder what it was like to be the subject of one's view. A subject that someone desired to recreate on a simple piece of paper. However, compared to his past sightings, you were the most talented as well as the most beautiful he had ever seen and once he was able to gain a clear view of the noble woman that you were illustration, he was surprised at how much detail you were able to encapture in your work and just like the noble woman’s reaction, they both were extremely happy with the result of the final product.

“How about this?” Sukuna suddenly asked, causing your head to suddenly shot up leading you to meet eye to eye with the King of Curses, “if you come with me and draw me and me only for the rest of time, I would leave this little village alone as well as the people residing in it. How does that sound, little one?”

‘Come with him? Where? Why? What’s going to happen to me?’

“If you don’t accept this deal, every single person here will die. Burned, stabbed, slashed, any way possible I can. Men, women and even little children’s lives will be gone, and it would be all your fault.”

‘My….fault? But-’

“You know I’m not a patient person little one, I might as well start my massacre while you take your time to think, it will be-”

“NO PLEASE! DON’T, YOU CAN TAKE ME, JUST LEAVE THE VILLAGE ALONE, PLEASE!” you screamed in desperation, as you tighten the grip of his wrist that was within your grasp to keep him down, as you didn’t want to risk him getting away from your sights for the safety and protection of the people within the little town you had lived in since the day your life had started.

With a large cruel grin, Sukuna had somehow managed to pry his wrists free from your tense grip before sliding an arm under your knees as well as an arm around your body lifting you up in a bridal position, while you were just expressing a face of shock and fear, confused and fearful on what you had just accepted in exchange for your life. Where were you going? Was this the end? Were you going to die? How much longer have you had left?

“Don’t worry, I won’t kill you, you’re too precious to be slaughtered little one,” Sukuna answered - as if he knew what you were thinking - before placing a ghostly kiss upon your temple leading you to freeze still, petrified on what he would do with you had moved a single inch.

This was your life now.

A caged artist.

ꕥ

Here you were, sitting on a wooden platform outside with a sharpened piece of charcoal that Sukuna had kindly given you, in order for you to sketch a portrait of him. The second you placed the charcoal upon the paper, Sukuna couldn’t help but stare at the light movements of your hand as you lightly stroke a few lines to create an outline before watching your hand suddenly pause, causing the King of Curses to switch his view from the sheet to you, only to find your look at him with such a frightened look.

“I’m sorry…..I shouldn’t look at you, should I? I apologise deeply,” you softly muttered before quickly turning back to the portrait that was right in front of you - you didn’t want to do anything wrong in his eyes, you knew he could go back on his words and harm the people that you cared about. However, it seemed like Sukuna didn’t care at all, he had managed to trap you into his life and had the power to demand you to draw him every time he would mention he could go back to your little village and burn it to the ground. He relished in the idea of being the subject of your attention.

This is what he wanted.

His little caged artist.

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1000 years later and here you were.

Here you were sketching a picture of your best-friend Itadori with a picture of him that you had managed to capture on your phone. Itadori first came into your life shortly after you had enrolled into Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Techincal College around the same time as your other classmate Kugisaki did.

You have no idea what drew you into the boy with the pink hair, but something within you pulled you towards him causing the blooming and somewhat hilarious friendship to start, even causing Fushiguro and Kugisaki to wonder what was going on in your mind to somehow relate to the boy - yet, they didn’t mention their questions since they didn’t really think you knew the answer yourself, and they were correct.

However, as you continued to smoothly glide your pencil across the page, applying different pressures to construct some definitions as well as shadows within the photo you were copying from, you began to suddenly realise that you were starting to draw marking upon his portrait. Markings that were so familiar to the ones the person within him had.

Ever since that day at the Eishu Detention Centre, the sight of Sukuna standing in front of you with his shirt ripped off showcasing his black marking caused a trigger of unknown memories to suddenly flood into your mind, causing excruciating pain that was so unbearable, you thought you were going to pass out from the intense pressure, maybe as even close to dying from the immense pain.

From what you could even recall from the sudden flood of blurry images that appeared in your mind, there was a picture of you drawing with a piece of charcoal with the infamous King of Curses seating right beside you, watching you draw will whispering in your ear the threats that he would bombard you in order for you to make sure that you were only drawing him and him only.

Slowly but in a shaking manner, your drawing hand continued to sketch in Sukuna’s markings that would appear on Itadori’s body as you were somewhat extremely afraid of what the King of Curses could do to you if you didn’t - just how you left 1000 years ago.

Although unknown to you, your best-friend Itadori was standing right behind you, having a clear view of what was happening to you as well as the drawing right in front of him. Seeing your shaking figure with slow but clear teardrops landing on the sketch book as well as the drawing evolving from him to the curse residing inside of him, made him realise how damaging Sukuna was to not only him but also to the people around him. Carefully, Itadori placed a hand over your hand that held the pencil, causing you to flinch before finally noticing that it was your friend that was holding it and not the special grade curse.

Within his Innate Domain, Sukuna also had a clear view on what was happening to you and slowly but strangely began to feel something drop to his stomach with the feeling of his throat closing up at the sight of you slowly breaking down into a small state of insanity. This isn’t what he wanted. He didn’t want his beautiful little one to become lifeless and paranoid like you were now.

Even after 1000 years after your death, your incarnation was carrying the feeling of fear, despair and numbness that you were weighed upon the second you had given your life away to the King of Curses for the sake of your village. Even though you had more freedom then you did then, you still left trapped and lost within the metal cage that Sukuna had enclosed you in. Even with the small hint of guilt that was manifested within the cruel curse’s heart.

You were trapped with no escape out.

You were trapped forever with no key to open the door that was clearly right in front of you.

Forever his little caged artist.

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fantasydaydreamers · 3 years

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"Behind Brothel Doors Pt. 4"

Summary: ✨Part 1✨•✨ Part 2✨•✨ Part 3✨

Words: 5,558

Warnings: Smut

Authors Note: Merry Christmas and happy holidays~ I love you guys💕💕 (please have another pair of underwear ready~)

✨ Please keep in mind this is a quirkless au ✨

A week later you found yourself sitting on your best friend's bed, your head buried in your hands.

"You. Did. WHAT?!"

You rubbed your temples and took a deep breath, regretting ever telling her everything because now the embarrassment was unbearable, and overall you felt like you had a serious problem developing. The confession just happened to slip out...you didn't mean to tell her every single detail, but once you started, you couldn't stop. Recalling everything still felt so vivid and by the concerned expression on your best friend's face, you could understand why.

"What have I done." It was more of a statement rather than a question on her part as she stared at you, her expression blank and empty. Rolling your eyes, you wave your hand at her, brushing off her concerns although you're not sure you disagreed with her.

"It's fine. I just wanted to try a different guy...no big deal." It pained you to refer to Dabi as just a 'different guy,' but now you can understand why this was quickly becoming a problem. You hardly knew these men, only well acquainted with their private parts, but something about the mystery behind the boys at the brothel had you reeling back.

It had also been a week since your encounter with Dabi and Shouto, your promise to come back making you wonder what your next move was. You could technically go and see Shouto whenever, but you just saw Dabi and it all seemed too soon. Shigaraki...maybe, but the situation that happened last time seemed more intense than what you could prepare for and you didn't think you were ready for that either.

"No big deal? No big deal?! (Y/n), do you hear yourself?! Oh my God, you're addicted to dick and it's all because of me-" You tune her out as soon as she starts to ramble, fully admitting this was a mistake and you regret it. Sighing gently, you mentally begin to think of what your plan should be, come your next visit when suddenly your phone buzzed next to you.

Unknown: Heyyyyy (Y/n)~!!

Confused by the unknown number and how the person knew your name, it seemed sketchy but something in you pushed you to answer.

(Y/n): Who is this?

The anticipation waiting to see who it was didn't last long as the person responded almost immediately.

Unknown: Ohhh! Sorry! This is Kaminari! I saved your number in my phone when I stole it...hope u don't mind~

Speaking of your current problem and latest obsession, you felt your heart drop in your chest. Your friend kept rambling on, but you couldn't pay attention any longer, your mind and body wanting to only be at one place right now, surrounded by those countless boys who've captured your curiosity.

(Y/n): Omg. No...I don't mind. What's up?

Kaminari: Welllll I was off today and was wondering if you wanted to hang out ;) you don't have to pay or anything~ bc I'm inviting you to my room.

That made your heart skip a beat and you bit your lip. Hang out? You didn't know what that meant and something told you that Kaminari liked mischief. Him stealing your phone last time was proof of that.

(Y/n): Surree...when do you want to hang?

Kaminari: How about this afternoon? ;)

"(Y/n)! Are you even listening to me?!" Your best friend calls out to you, exasperated. Looking up from your phone, you hum and look back down, quickly sending a reply to Kaminari.

(Y/n): Sounds good. See you soon :)

"Lying ass bitch." Your friend mumbles, dropping the subject and moving to sit on the other side of the bed, pulling out two game controllers. "Just don't come crying to me when you're broke and horny."

Rolling your eyes, you snatch the controller from her hands while denying her accusation. As confident as you sounded, you just couldn't bring yourself to believe it.

~*~*~*~*

Walking through the front doors of the brothel was starting to feel normal although this was only your third time here. Immediately, your eyes fly to the front desk to see who was working, and if you've met him already. Surprisingly, you see a new male sitting at the desk with a little boy and girl sitting next to him scribbling on some paper. Kids? What are kids doing here?

Glancing down at your phone quickly, you send a text to Kaminari letting him know you were here. Without realizing it, your feet carried you over to the purple-haired man sitting tiredly at the desk, watching the two kids color. It was midday so you're not exactly sure what was going on, but the idea of kids being inside a sex house was a highly uncomfortable thought.

The purple-haired man looked up when he heard your footsteps coming closer and his eyes widened slightly and moved away from the kids. He could clearly read the expression on your face and held his hands up. Just as he was about to speak, you heard your name being called, making you turn around, Kaminari bounding towards you with a smiling Dabi behind him.

"(Y/n)! You made it! I brought Dabi along to surprise you, but he can't hang out with us since he has an appointment." Kaminari hugs you from the side and sticks his tongue out playfully at Dabi.

You heard every word that came out of Kaminari's mouth, but the sight of Dabi behind him captured your heart as he was giving you one of the softest smiles you've ever seen, something that made you feel special. He walked up to you as Kaminari pulled back giving him space to wrap his arms around you. You all but melted into the embrace, Dabi's warmth heating more than just your body as you also smelled the familiar scent of cigarettes lingering on his clothes.

"Hanging out, hm?" Dabi murmured in your hair, kissing your head as he pulled back to stare at you still keeping his arms wrapped around your waist. He didn't look bothered by the fact and it was true, you didn't see exactly where your evening with Kaminari was going, but one thing was sure and that was: you weren't paying.

"Appointment, hm?" You retort playfully and Dabi smirks, his eyes flashing. He was just about to comment when a small force tugged on Dabi's arm around your waist.

"Dabi! Look what I drew!" A little girl's voice commanded, staring up innocently at the two of you. Dabi pulls back from you and squats down to examine the drawing, the white-haired little girl looking proud at her accomplishment, the little boy standing a few feet behind her, scowling slightly at Dabi.

You watch their interaction with more curiosity than before, your eyes darting to meet the purple-haired man's gaze again who was still staring at you with Kaminari talking to him. His gaze was far too intense and mysterious that you couldn't hold eye contact for long before having to look away. Squatting down on the other side of the little girl, you look at her drawing of what seemed to be her next to a few guys and the little boy. You could immediately recognize one of them as Dabi and the purple-haired man, but the other two men were a mystery.

"I drew daddy and you and Hito and Kota and Kota's daddy..." The little girl described her drawing anyway and suddenly it dawned on you that this little girl was waiting on her dad. Your thoughts must've shown on your face because Dabi noticed it and spoke up.

"That's a beautiful drawing, Eri. Your daddy is a hard-working businessman, isn't he?" Dabi had put an emphasis tone when he said 'businessman' and your eyes widened before nodding in agreement. Just then, the little boy off to the side scoffs and crosses his arms over his chest.

"Not as hard as my daddy..." The boy pouts and Eri sticks her tongue out at him. Dabi grins and reaches over and ruffles the boys' hair, chuckling as the boy tried to push him away.

"Are you going to show me your drawing too, Kota?" Dabi teases, trying to peak over the piece of paper. Kota pulls back as Dabi creeps forward his fingers out in a tickle stance. Kota looks panicked for a split second before taking off around the lobby, screaming as Dabi laughed maniacally, trying to catch him.

The sight had your heart fluttering watching how Dabi interacted with kids. It was strange, but the thought of him being good with them made you happy. A small hand tugged on your sleeve and you look back over, seeing Eri stare at you expectantly. "What's your name?"

"Oh, I'm sorry! My name is (Y/n)! It's nice to meet you, Eri." You smile at her gently and she smiles back.

"Do you know my dad?"

Her next question made your heart skip a beat and you hoped your panic wasn't visible. "I don't believe so...I'm just here visiting." You smile gently again and she nods her head solemnly.

"Well, you should meet him one day. Sometimes I have to come with him to work and Hito or Dabi or even sometimes Kota's dad stays with me until he's done with his meetings." Eri seemed so proud talking about her dad and you just knew, by all means, she needed to be protected. Same with Kota.

You're about to ask about 'Hito' when all you heard was screaming laughter from Kota as Dabi walked back over smiling with his hair disheveled and Kota thrown over his shoulder. Dabi was busy catching his breath as Kota laughed from hanging upside-down, his knees on Dabi's shoulders as his head swung against Dabi's chest. Kota managed to calm himself down and Dabi gently lifted his torso and Kota maneuvered his way onto Dabi's shoulders, delighted to be up high.

You smile up at Dabi and stand up, before smiling up at Kota. "Hi, Kota my name is (Y/n)! It's nice to meet you." A pink tinge ghosted Kota's cheeks as he looked away shyly. Dabi chuckled.

"He's shy around new people."

"I'm not shy!" Kota puffed his cheeks out, pulling on Dabi's hair, making him wince.

"Be nice or I'll take you downstairs," Dabi warned seriously and Eri and Kota both gasped. You looked at Dabi in question and he shrugged.

"Downstairs is haunted and scary and only adults are allowed there, right Kota and Eri?" Kaminari spoke up this time and you look over to see the purple-haired man nodding along with what was being said.

"Daddy doesn't even go down there," Kota whispered up at you and you feigned surprise.

From the talk of the building being 'haunted' Dabi reaches up and lifts Kota off and you watch as he and Eri start whispering to each other, looking around the room in suspicion. You and Dabi walk over to Kaminari as he motions to the man beside him. "This is Shinsou, or as Eri says, Hito."

Now that you have a face to a name, you just need to know who Eri and Kota's dads were. You smile at Shinsou and hold out your hand despite the need to look away from his deep purple irises. He takes your hand and shakes it softly, but the only thing you noticed was just how big his hands were.

He doesn't say a greeting back besides doing a small nod. Kaminari rolls his eyes and was just about to say something when the door to the brothel opened again. All of you look towards the person and Dabi steps forward, looking towards Shinsou for help. What you didn't expect was the almost hypnotizing voice escape Shinsou's mouth, his voice deep and low.

"Kota, Eri, come here. I forgot to show you that Moka had her kittens." Immediately, the kids run over to him, gasping and begging for pictures. It was amazing. You watched as Dabi pulled his client to the door leading downstairs without the kids seeing and he catches your gaze right before he closes the door.

There was a look of longing on his face and you blew him a kiss, which blessed you with a grin in return as he closed the door.

Kaminari appeared at your side seeing at the two kids are now fully distracted and pulls you away. "C'mon (Y/n)! Let's go as well before they notice." Instead of heading to the Sinners door, Kaminari leads you to the elevator that goes up.

"I thought we were going to your room?" You ask, strictly remembering when Kaminari introduced himself to you last time, he also gave away his floor number.

Kaminari pressed the call button and danced impatiently in his spot as the two of you waited for the lift. He also glanced behind him briefly and waved making you turn too and Shinsou waved back. The elevator dinged and you turned back, stepping through as Kaminari followed your lead, pressing a button to the fourth floor, reminding you of your visit with Bakugou the very first time you came here. "Ah...I thought since Dabi couldn't hang out, I could introduce you to my other friend. I texted him after you and he's really cool! You'll like him!"

As the door closed, you leaned against the wall relieved the kids didn't seem to expect anything. "So why are there kids in the Brothel?" You ask, still slightly weirded out by the fact that they hang around in the lobby sometimes.

Kaminari sighs and smiles at you sadly. "I understand it's weird, but you need to trust me that every dude that works here protects them with everything they got if something were to happen. Kota and Eri both have single dads that work here and for all they know, they think it's a business office." Kaminari chuckles. "There are times when they have to be here and wait in the lobby if there was a scheduling conflict."

That made a whole lot of sense but you just had one other burning question that was too personal to ask. Did the fathers get the girls pregnant at the Brothel?

The elevator dinged, signaling you landed on the fourth floor, as you were busy biting your lip thinking about your question. Kaminari stepped forward and grabbed your hand, leading you down the opposite hallway you went for Bakugou. As far as the explanation went, that's all Kaminari gave you and you deemed it enough to satisfy you for now.

Coming up to a red door, Kaminari doesn't even bother knocking as he throws the door open, waltzing inside. "Kirishima!"

Panicking a little from Kaminari being so bold and reckless, you almost wanted to tell him to 'shh,' but reluctantly followed him inside feeling embarrassed. Closing the door behind you, you could hear loud rock music from behind a closed door which Kaminari immediately beelined too, throwing that one open as well.

"Hey man! I'm here and I brought a guest!" Kaminari disappeared from your point of view as he walked in the room, the music lowering a bit. Turning the corner of the doorframe, you come face-to-face with bare muscles shining with sweat as the red-haired man curled dumbells. Your jaw practically hit the floor when the man caught your gaze and flashed you the brightest smile you've ever seen, putting the heavyweights down as he walked over to you.

"Hey (Y/n)! I've heard a lot about you, my name is Kirishima!" He holds out his hand for you to shake, and that comment of 'hearing a lot about you' made you uneasy again as Kaminari had said the same thing. Not only that, but you couldn't help but run your eyes ever his built frame, in awe from that much muscle and you could feel your face start to get warm.

"H-hi." You weakly hold your hand out, his calloused one enveloping yours, and firmly shakes it. God, who is this guy? A greek god? He smiles brightly and pulls back to grab a towel on a bench to wipe his forehead. A few strands of his hair which was held back in a small pony-tail struck to the sides of his face and a long-running scar traced diagonally over his abdomen. It started on the side of his right pec and ended just over his abs. He looked devilishly sexy.

Breaking your gaze from his rippling abs, you glance around noticing you were in a small personal gym that held small workout equipment and didn't have to take up much space. Kirishima notices you look around and laughs shyly. "Sorry, I didn't know when you and Kaminari would be stopping by so I thought I should just do my daily workout while I wait. I didn't realize how late it's gotten."

Kaminari rolls his eyes and walks or to Kirishima, poking his bicep. "Like you really need to work out every day." Kirishima laughs at that but narrows his eyes at Kaminari.

"That's funny hearing you complain about it, Kami, when just the other night-"

Kaminari's cheeks tinge pink and he quickly looks towards you changing the topic. "Ok! Well, I was thinking of playing video games or something. I could go back to my room and get the games and maybe some snacks?"

You looked back and forth between the two before smiling and nodding in agreement. "I have to warn you though, I'm the queen at Mario Kart." Raising your hand, you pretend to analyze your nails and you hear offended gasps from both of the boys.

"Oooh~ she talks big game too. I like competitive girls." Kirishima seems almost surprised and Kaminari looks downright appalled. Kaminari points a finger at you and backs out of the room with a threatening glare as you couldn't help but laugh.

"You're on." With that, Kaminari slams the door to Kirishima's room as you turn back to him.

Kirishima's gaze was already on you but it was almost predatory the way he swept his eyes up and down your figure. "Hey, (Y/n)...can you help me with a workout real quick?"

Confused as to how you could possibly help this rock with a workout, you shot him a doubting look. Kirishima chuckled but it sounded different than before. "Trust me, babe. Lay on the ground for me."

His voice took on a husky tone as your body visibly shivered at being called 'babe.' Kirishima looked like a whole new person standing in front of you with a dangerous glint in his eyes as he waited expectantly. Gulping audibly, you slowly drop down to his workout mat, staring up at him while waiting for his next instruction.

"On your back." Was his low rumble, also getting down and crawling towards you. Watching Kirishima inch towards you had your mouth drying up as his red irises never wavered from yours, his biceps flexing every time he put a hand down. The low rock music thumped in his speakers but that didn't hide the beating of your heart as your back slowly lowered to the ground as Kirishima moved up your body and finally positioned himself on top of you.

His strong arms planted themselves next to your head, as his hips brushed downwards on yours briefly before he pushed himself up in a push-up position. "I just thought a cutie like you could help give me some motivation as I finish my workout routine."

That innocent, beautiful smile flashed on his face again and you were at a loss on where to put your hands. At my sides? I can't put them around him because he's going to- oh my God.

"Can you count for me?" Kirishima's voice was still deep and husky as he stared down at you, that cheerful smile now morphed into a teasing one as you watched a bead of sweat drip from his hairline, down his neck, and down the middle of his defined abdomen.

Not trusting your voice, you nod your head and Kirishima shakes his head tsking gently. "Say it, cutie." It was a soft demand, but you couldn't trust the glint that never wavered from his eyes.

"What do you want me to count to?" Your voice was a whisper as you struggled to only keep your eyes on his face. Kirishima thinks for a moment, but you find it hard to believe he didn't already know.

"How about ten?"

"Y-yeah. I can count." It sounded stupid coming out of your mouth, but honestly, you were scared to move much less think properly. Kirishima chuckles and whispers, "Good. Ready?"

His whisper washed over you in waves and you felt goosebumps rise over your arms. "Yes," you confirm, and Kirishima bends his elbows, coming down nose-to-nose with you before straightening back up again. It was overwhelming just how close he got with his warm breath fanning over your lips making you poke your tongue out and lick them. "One."

Kirishima follows the movement and comes down again, this time something brushed against yours but it was so light you could've sworn it was only just his breath and not his actual lips. "Two," you whisper again as Kirishima starts to come back down for the third.

Nothing brushed against you that time, but you quickly thought about the fact how dumb you must look crossed-eyed when he comes down close. Your cheeks flush hot, the air around your face was humid, and you weren't even the one doing the work. Kirishima looked normal enough and you weren't surprised with how high his stamina must be. "Three."

Kirishima smirks and comes back down again but holds his position just above your lips, his nose brushing against yours. "I hope you don't mind if I do some planks in between."

You couldn't breathe.

Personal space be damned with his voice so close to your face. It added to the wonderful torture, his body heat radiating on to you. All you could see was his red eyes and without realizing it, you licked your lips again, your tongue brushing against something else.

A sharp intake of breath came from Kirishima as he pushed back up, his eyes darkening considerably. Not knowing if you should apologize or not, Kirishima came back down before you could decide and this time it was certain his lips pressed against yours. Just as you were about to savor it, he pushes back up and waits for you to count. "Four."

The word left your lips in a gasp as Kirishima came back down quickly, doing the next three push-ups quickly, only allowing you to gasp the number out in between kisses.

On the next push-up, he held his plank position again and this time he deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding smoothly into your mouth only to quickly push back up but not before nipping your bottom lip with his teeth. "Eight?" You felt dazed and confused as if you were the one doing the workouts.

What the fuck?

It was a drunken feeling the way you were losing your sense of thought, focusing on nothing other than the red-head hunk on top of you. You wanted nothing more than to have him bend you in half right here, right now. Sexy and sensual was the aurora eluding from this man above you, confidence in his expression as he bit his own lips staring down at you.

He comes down again and this time presses his whole body on top of you and you could feel something hard poking you down below. Leaving a lingering peck on your lips, he pushes back up. It was then you realize, at some point during his push-ups, you had reached up to grip his wrist, holding yourself to the ground. "N-nine."

Your voice was slurred as Kirishima didn't wait for you to finish the word as he came back down and fully planted his lips on yours, gliding his tongue in your mouth at your gasp. A low moan worked its way out of his throat that had you whining back, one of your hands running up his bicep feeling the muscle twitch beneath your touch.

"Ten." Gasping out the final number in between breaths of air, Kirishima smirks and trails his mouth down the side of your neck, nipping at your skin as he makes his way to your neck, sucking the sensitive part in his mouth.

A loud gasp leaves your mouth, surprised that he found one of your weak spots already, the smirk against your neck was clear as he nipped at the bruise he made. Your legs widened as Kirishima settled between them, kissing lower and over to your collarbones nipping at them as well. "Y-you like biting."

Your comment was more of a statement rather than a question as you jolted as Kirishima leaned back up to nip at your jaw. He chuckles and pulls back up to look at you. "Are you complaining?"

With one eyebrow raised, he seemed amused, making a show of licking his teeth for good measure. "Nope." You confirm and try to pull him back down for another kiss, not caring if he was slightly sweaty.

"Good. I like marking my territory." The way he said that made your eyes roll back as he descended back down to your neck, his hand coming up to smoothly undo your pants. In a blink of an eye, they were gone and the cool air of the room made you shiver. Kirishima seemed to notice this and moved off of you, which only seemed to make the situation worse.

"Sorry, I have it extra cold in here when I work out...come here." Kirishima sits up and spreads his legs, inviting you in. He flips you around so that your back was against his bare chest and moved his hands under your thighs to spread them open. Your head falls back down on his shoulder as you feel his hand sneak down to your pussy, rubbing over your clothed clit.

Your legs jump as you gasp, Kirishima taking that opportunity to place his legs under yours, your thighs resting on top of his. He kisses your ear gently and rubs his hand up a down your slit, groaning. "Yeah...I'm going to take you just like this."

You pulled at your underwear, anxious, and Kirishima chuckles, letting you move your leg to get them off. As soon as it was off, he fixed your position and went back to stroking your clit. His other hand reached under your shirt and groped your breast, his teeth going back to nibble at your neck. "F-fuck." You try to roll your hips against his finger, encouraging him to do more.

Kirishima chuckles from behind you and dips one finger inside you, moaning hotly against your ear. "This wet already, babe?" His finger pumps in you slowly and feeling him curl it upwards had you whimpering.

"Kirishima-" Moaning his name seemed to spark something within him as he added another finger, pumping the two digits in and out of your dripping pussy. His other hand squeezed your thigh, slapping it slightly, making him growl. "Ah! More...please..."

Kirishima hums and tries for a third finger, the stretch making your hips stop squirming as he hushes you gently. "One more, babe or it's going to be a tight fit."

That comment on its own made you cry out, gasping as he moved his other hand over your clit, helping to distract you from the pressure. "F-fuck me, please!"

"Damnit...hand me that condom real quick, cutie. I can't stop to shower..." Kirishima pants as he tilts his head in the direction of a drawer. It was a small shelf next to the bench you were next too and you lean forward, opening it and blindly reaching in for a condom. Grabbing one, you hand it to him and although you didn't get to see it, you knew Kirishima opened the package with his teeth. He looks over your shoulder as he reaches around and in his gym shorts to pull his member out and roll it on.

As soon as you saw his cock spring free, your pussy clenches down on Kirishima's fingers tightly. Kirishima releases a breathless laugh and removes his fingers, replacing them with his cock.

The feeling of his girth breaching your insides had you arching your back off his chest, overwhelmed and extremely turned on. You were thankful for the preparation because there's no way it would've fit without it. You reach back into Kirishima's damp hair, tugging slightly as he filled you out nicely.

"Hey guys I'm-" Just then Kaminari comes bursting through Kirishima's door again and you were too delirious in pleasure to react appropriately. Kaminari stood in the doorway to the workout room with the games in his hands, along with a bag full of snacks. His mouth was wide open as he watched Kirishima pump his cock in and out of your exposed pussy.

"H-hey Kami. We got a little carried away-fuck-but you're more than welcome to come join." Kirishima grunted out, holding your legs open despite your embarrassment. Without taking his eyes away, Kaminari lowered the items he was carrying on the ground by the door, looking away briefly to dig inside the bag.

You couldn't stop your moans even if you tried, Kirishima's cock hitting you deeply every time and now that Kamianri came back, it was unbearable. Hearing Kirishima laugh next to your ear had you focusing back on Kaminari, watching him crawl towards you with a portable Hitachi wand.

"Planning something for later were you, Kami?" Kirishima grunts, feeling your pussy squeeze him tighter at the sight of the toy. Kaminari smirks and faintly you realize this is where the mischievousness feeling about him came from. "(Y/n) tightened up real nice when she saw that, didn't you babe?" Kirishima slows his thrusts as Kaminari kneels in front of you, placing the toy down so he could rub his hands up and down your thighs.

"Feeling good, (Y/n)? He's big isn't he?" Kaminari purrs, one of his thumbs extending from a hand on your thigh as he rubs at your exposed clit. A squeal left your lips and you jerked, hands tightening in Kirishima's hair for dear life.

Kirishima stops thrusting, enjoying the feeling of your walls fluttering violently around him. Grunting, Kirishima shifts the two of you and pulls your thighs farther back, Kaminari's eyes twinkling at the sight.

"You two are so sexy~" Kaminari moans, leaning down to lick at your clit, just as Kirishima started thrusting again.

"Oh my fucking-" You jerk again, and Kaminari cackled, closing his lips around your clit, sucking gently as his velvety tongue flicking it at the same time. A scream was crawling up your throat and your mewls and moans were increasing dramatically the more pleasure they gave you.

Kirishima's grunts in your ear, licking the shell of it while looking down at him and Kaminari's ministrations. "(Y/n)...holy shit you feel so fucking good hugging my cock like that. Do you like Kaminari's tongue? It's so soft massaging you like that, hm?" The raspiness in Kirishima's voice became more broken and you and Kaminari both moaned in response.

At this point, it was Kirishima doing all the work moving your hips as you became immovable, not able to move much in general but now it was just helpless. Just when you thought you were about to cum, a sudden vibrating sensation on your clit had you screaming out, your hips jerking widely as you felt liquid leave your pussy in a gush you've never experienced before.

"Fuck!" Kirishima shouted as well, speeding up his thrusts violently and pushing himself deep inside you, his cock pulsing rapidly as he unloaded in the condom, his harsh breathing in your ear. Your vision swam with black spots and there was an intense ringing in your ear, your hips still twitching widely and you couldn't seem to catch your breath.

The sound of the vibrator shut off and finally manage to open your eyes and a softly grinning Kaminari was leaning in close to you. "You okay, (Y/n)?"

"Never- I've-" You couldn't comprehend your voice and couldn't find your words. Kaminari and Kirishima seemed to understand you anyway and Kaminari pecked your lips while Kirishima pecked your temple.

"We're happy to be your first, (Y/n)," Kaminari kissed you again and you finally looked him up and down and saw just how soaked he was.

"Oh my fucking God I'm so-" Kaminari was shaking his head before you could even finish. He stripped himself out of his shirt and Kirishima eased his way out of you, you wincing as he did. Your legs were sore and you felt extremely exhausted, overwhelmed in every way.

Kirishima tied the condom and you look towards Kaminari who was hard in his sweatpants. "What about you?" You ask, embarrassed that you didn't think you could go again. Kaminari waved you off again.

"I think the most important thing right now is a shower. For all of us. Then we can relax and play video games since I think we've finally managed to find a worthy opponent, Kirishima." Kaminari stands up and before you could attempt to, Kirishima sweeps you off your feet.

"We got you, (Y/n)."

It was a comforting shower and you could barely keep your eyes open when the three of you got out. It was no surprise that as soon as your head hit Kirishima's pillow, you were knocked out.

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skzshortcake · 3 years

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hiii! if your requests are open, can i request for a scenario where hyunjin gets worried because his s/o is overworking themself and shutting him out so he comforts them bcs he knows they have severe anxiety about failing or not being enough?? sorry if this is weird 🥺 thank you and have a nice day!

of course!!

favorite song - hwang hyunjin

member: hyunjin

warnings: anxiety and overworking (but a comforting ending!!)

note: (sorry to anyone who sent in a request earlier and i haven’t written it yet, i’m doing my best! i’m not in the mood for “happy” things right now so it might be a little longer until my writing is back to normal) this wasn’t proofread and i dont know where i went with this but hi i hope you like it

requests are still open, but it might take me a bit to get to them.

“i brought you a fruit plate. they’re cut into heart shapes!” you hear a knock at your door and hyunjin’s voice telling you what gift he brought. it’s about midday and you had a massive roster of projects to work on.

you would have usually let him in, but you were currently preoccupied with sitting in a pile of messy clothes and discarded lined paper stained with this morning’s tears.

you hesitate before gathering all of your might to stop your almost-tears and answer the door.

“hey. thank you.” you answer to his proud smile while he showed off his past 45 minutes spent cutting your favorite fruits into messy hearts. before you could explain why you had the door barely open to try and hide the mess, he pulled you into a hug.

“i know you’re not feeling well right now, and that’s ok, but it’s really important to me that i can help you. it’s my job to protect you and it hurts me to know that you’re going through a difficult time right now. so, is it ok if i clean your room for you? you don’t have to talk if you don’t want to, and i can keep quiet and you can ignore me, but i just want to do you a small favor.”

you just let him hold you for a second, the pink heart-shaped paper plate was nearly crushed in between you both. “yeah, uh.. sure.” your voice obviously sounded like you were tearing up.

you paused.

“i’m so scared, hyunjin.” you choked out.

“oh, little one, i know. it’s ok... it’s ok to be scared. can you tell me what’s upsetting you?” he barely pulled away from the hug to look you in the eye and brush hairs out of your face.

“i have so much work to do. so much. i’m weeks behind and everyone else is going to be moving on and doing great things and i’m stuck here getting nowhere. i’m letting so many people down because everyone told me i’d be doing great things and here i am.”

he let you talk about your worries. hyunjin knew this feeling well, and also knew he couldn’t say much to change your mind, but he could certainly try, and he could definitely show you love and help you recover to a better mindset.

“i know, sweetie. but we’re going to figure it out. if everyone worked at the same pace and did the same things then people wouldn’t be interesting. your work pace is your own, and it’s ok to slow down a bit. it’s like a dirt path, if everyone took the same path then it would get so worn down and we’d all end up in the same place. it would be too crowded.”

the sobs started to build in your throat even more. his words held half the amount of meaning that they usually would because you were in such a low place, and hyunjin knew that too, so he just pet your hair and let you cry as much as you needed.

“i just want to feel ok again.” you whimpered out to him.

hyunjin’s heart broke.

“here. how about i help you a bit,” he bit back his tears to stay strong for you “i’m going to make your bed real quick, we can use the sheets i washed last night, and i’m going to lay you down there for a bit and you’re going to rest while i clean your room. we can figure it out from there.” he stepped up and made a plan, knowing you didn’t have the energy to take charge.

you nodded, and with that hyunjin took the paper plate from you again and set a hand on your back to lead you to the cleanest corner of your room, which wasn’t saying much.

“you stay right here.” he booped your nose after he put your favorite song on his phone and soon left to get the extra sheets.

once hyunjin came back (you were barely able to see him over the top of the massive stack of sheets he was holding) he made your bed, even going to the extent to fluff the pillows and arrange your stuffed animals for you.

hyunjin tenderly laid you down on your bed, praising you for slowing your breathing down to softer breaths.

“you can pick whatever songs you want.” he set his phone in your hand and kissed your forehead, soon moving onto sitting on your floor, organizing papers and putting your clothes into a laundry basket.

you don’t know when you fell asleep, but you woke up feeling drowsy, seeing hyunjin above you mindlessly brushing your hair and listening to the playlist you put on earlier. he noticed your tear stained face and tired eyes and encouraged you to sleep again.

“hey, sleep, sleep. i’ll be here when you wake up. you’re so tired, darling.” he pushed your head back against his chest, and you fell asleep to him singing “grow up” for you.

you surely knew this wouldn’t be the last time you felt like this, but with hyunjin it would all be ok in one way or another.

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y-trulysemi · 3 years

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↝ requested: Hiya! Can I req hc’s for our captains (please include terushima, everything I see ‘bout him is smut) who finds out their s/o is pregnant and they burst into tears especially when you send it in front of their teams/workplace? ( btw they're like aged up) Thank you!

hii! thank you for requesting, anon! i had fun writing this and apologies if it’s a bit ooc hehe. i had to reupload because the tags weren’t working :/

warnings: all of the characters are aged up! and this may have timeskip! spoilers.

sawamura daichi

ever since your baby fever, both of you decided to have kids after spending quite some time together before the arrival of your kids.

since daichi works as a policeman, he’s quite busy since he always goes on patrol and returns home late at night, which is why he was worried if he can’t spend enough time with his children and you

you couldn’t believe your eyes as the white stick in front of you showed positive result. you gasped too loud that you had to cover your mouth. you couldn’t wait to inform daichi about it but he’s away at work until night

daichi looked over his phone as your name popped up with the attachment. he almost screamed his heart out because he was so happy! one of the co-workers asked him why he looked so happy and he couldn’t help but shared the news with them.

they celebrated daichi with a meal afterwards and gave you a little gift! i also think daichi may have cried a little because daichi’s a very sweet gentleman :( aww

oikawa tooru

most of oikawa’s teammates have children and sometimes when they bring their children over, he enjoys playing around with their kids during practices. he likes kids, especially he has nieces and nephews back in japan

he was wondering if you wanted to try for babies because he’s 27 already, and financially stable. he really wants to build a family with you! when he proposed the ideas of building a family with you, you were beyond than excited!

oikawa watched you from the doorway as you held the pregnancy test in your hands. his heart was pounding faster and faster

you showed him the positive result with tears streaming down your face, you were so happy that the result turned out to be positive and be able to fulfil oikawa’s dreams and yours!

oikawa let out a relieved sigh and went in to hug you. he then spun you around because he was ecstatic to find out he’s going to be a father real soon. he thanked you many times for bearing your child and promised he’ll take a good care of you

kuroo tetsurou

kuroo is a family man, and he always tells you that he wants a family with you ever since you guys started dating, but as long as you’re ready and want to become a parent together with him. he supports you nevertheless!

he sometimes shows you photos of babies his colleagues sent him because working with the volleyball association means his higher-ups are mostly married and have children

seeing your man gets so excited talking about babies made you have a baby fever, not with all the signs you have seen on tiktok about having a baby. you’ve always been dreaming about having a “mini me”

when you showed the pregnancy test, kuroo felt like he’s the happiest man alive! he felt so grateful that you wanted to have a family with him even though he sometimes think he’s pushing you too much. he hugged you when he reached home later that day, thanking you and kissing your non-existent yet baby bump

he started to list out baby names and items you guys need to have for your newborn. every night before going to sleep, he’ll share with you the names he found and its meaning

bokuto koutarou

bokuto is a family man too, just like kuroo. though sometimes he can be childish, but bokuto is a reliable man and you trust him when he said he’s finally ready to become a father

he always gets excited whenever you start talking about babies and children because he can’t stop thinking about how beautiful you will look when you are carrying his child

because he’s too excited, he already bought you a pregnancy dress and babies’ onesies. he can’t wait any longer!

you decided to give him a little surprise, you kept your pregnancy test in a box wrapped with a wrapping paper. you were ready to give it to bokuto once he reached home from practice. bokuto deserves this, you believe. he made you believe in both of you to become a responsible parent

when bokuto opened the box, he was quite confused at first to understand the lines but when he finally understood, he was screaming his heart out and lifted you in his arms. it’s a beautiful day to remember in his life. he truly can’t wait to meet his little one and eventually teared up bcs he got too happy

ushijima wakatoshi

ushijima’s an only child, sometimes he felt lonely when he was a kid and wished to have siblings. which is why he wants two or more children with you because he doesn’t want his child to get lonely like he did

it was you who wanted to have babies in the first place because ushijima tends to keep this as a secret from you bcs he thought you weren’t ready yet and he understands that

he felt his smile grew when you told him you wanted to try for a baby. he immediately agreed even though you haven’t finished your sentences yet. you are glad that he wants a family with you bcs he’s a busy man

ushijima was at practice when he received a call from you saying that you’re pregnant! his smile grew wider as you told him enthusiastically. he wished he was with you so he could hug you!

his teammates have never seen him smile that happy, and when asked what made him smiled, he told them he was expecting a child. he felt so proud after telling his teammates. if anything, he wants to become the best father his children have ever had

terushima yuuji

another excited man!! he thinks that both of you are finally financially stable and he’s ready to take your relationship to the next step. terushima may be seen as someone who takes things lightly, but trust me, he’s hella responsible when it comes to his priorities which is you and your happiness!

your eyes when talking about babies make him goes uwu and he feels like if having a baby makes you happy, then why not try for it? he’s sure that he will love his children unconditionally

while he’s at work, you came to his work to surprise him and he almost passed out on the floor. he couldn’t believe it either! seeing you got so excited telling him that makes him believe that having a baby will make your love grows stronger

terushima’s colleagues heard the happy news and gave him a fist bump. terushima was delighted to be receiving a happy news! even happier when you showed him the results! it’s like his dreams to be holding a positive pregnancy test

he couldn’t contain his excitement and hugged you tightly. he peppered you with kisses in front of his colleagues. he couldn’t thank you enough for your presence in his life and soon your babies will light up his life even more

#haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #haikyuu!! x reader #sawamura daichi x reader #daichi x reader #oikawa tooru x reader #oikawa x reader #kuroo tetsurou x reader #kuroo x reader #bokuto koutarou x reader #bokuto x reader #ushijima wakatoshi x reader #ushijima x reader #terushima yuuji x reader #terushima x reader

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lovesanmotion · 3 years

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yandere!hongjoong | desire

This is: requested

warning: v v smutty bcs happy valentines to yall. stay safe and don’t forget to wear your masks when doing the deed!!

Day 100 of you being locked up here inside Hongjoong’s bedroom. Today marks the day he would completely give you a little freedom, and you should be a little happy at least.

The past three months have been hard on you. You were on your way to school until all of a sudden strong pair of arms wrapped around your frame from behind and knocked you out. The next thing you knew, you were in a room with a man sitting on the foot of the bed. It was none other than your best friend, Kim Hongjoong.

You remember that day, asking him why he had done this to you. He replied by saying that being your friend gave him a little hope that he could survive high school. That despite the hardships he has been going through in his life,you gave him a reason to get up and try again. But what was once an inspiration turned into an infatuation then turned to obsession.

He noticed how you were getting close to Park Seonghwa, campus crush and basketball captain of the team. You also formed a new found friendship with Jung Yunho, the head of the dance club and member of the animal rights association. It was then that Hongjoong started to feel insecure until slowly he was driven out of his sanity.

And now you found yourself here. At first, you argued with Hongjoong and threatened him to rat him over to the police. You were then met with a heavy hand on your cheek, your head spun around and your cheek stinging. That was the first time he laid a hand on you. And you would never forget that. Day by day, Hongjoong would apologize to you. But you gave him the silent treatment. When he didn’t like how you were treating him, he proceeded to threaten you by killing your parents, but it wouldn’t be him who would be doing the dirty work, rather, it is you who would be doing it. Sick with the idea, you immediately talked to him and stopped him from such idea. And then, Hongjoong offered you a proposal.

If in a hundred days you would obey him and not go against his rules, he would give you a bit of the freedom that you wished for. But if you decided to go against him, then the hundred days would double, continuing to increase until the days would prolong. That was when you knew Hongjoong is smart. Even though you are tied in his bedroom, he was already training you to be his. At first, you were doing fine. You thought you could put a front and pretend you weren’t falling for him and his game. But halfway to a hundred days, you found yourself slowly slipping off your grip until you come to conclusion that you lost yourself to him. Less than a hundred days, you have accepted the fact that you have completely submitted yourself to Hongjoong.

His finger would dance around the skin of your legs, slowly soothing them up and down your thighs. How he would cook your favorite dishes and feed you, although they didn’t taste the same just like how your mother made them, you wouldn’t deny how Hongjoong’s cooking has a unique flavor that made you like it as well. He would write songs for you, sing them to you while you sleep. He’s made a few songs for you already that you stopped counting. How his arms would envelope around you, as if protecting you from the loud thunder outside. He was aware that you are afraid of thunder and he was doing his best to calm you down at night. Surprisingly, you calmed down and fell asleep in his arms.

Your thoughts were interrupted when Hongjoong comes through the door, a bright smile painted on his lips.

“I’m so proud of you, baby.” He praises, cupping your face and peppering your face and lips with kisses. “I’ll run you a shower first.” He says, slowly he loosened the ropes around your wrists and ankles, carrying you in his arms. He slowly sat you down first on the counter edge of the bathub to remove your clothing. You bit your inner lip and turned your head down, this is the first time that Hongjoong would see you naked. Slowly ass he places you down the tub filled with scented oils and rose petals.

Before he could leave you to take your bath, you grabbed a hold of his wrist. “Please don’t leave me.” You whispered. And in a matter of seconds, Hongjoong stripped himself off his clothing, you scooted a bit away to give him space before pressing your back on his chest, situated between his legs.

You and Hongjoong didn’t bothered to destroy the silence while his hands caressed the skin of your wrists and all you could hear was his breathing. It wasn’t a deafening silence, it was a rather a silence for longing.

“Okay you can open your eyes now”

Slowly you opened your eyes. Before you a beautiful botanical garden inside a glass room. You marveled at the different beautiful flowers and how healthy they grew.

“While you were locked up in my bedroom, I took the time to make this for you. People are too cruel and judgemental and will only bring you down. But the flowers here will always for you no matter what.” He whispers in your ear. Much to his suprise, you wrapped your arms around his nape.

“Thank you so much! This is the best you’ve given me!” You smile as you slightly lean away from the hug, you plucked up your courage and placed a kiss on his lips.

“My darling is getting bold already.” Hongjoong chuckles softly, wrapping his arms around your waist tightly. “But I have one more to show you.” He took a hold of your hand and lead you further to the glass garden, you didn’t think there would be more to it but what greeted you next was what you love the most.

A flower field.

“When I grow up, I’d want a flower field by my garden! I just love plants so much and I would want..hmm, a hundred different flowers in the field!”

I do remember telling him about that flower field when we were in 7th grade. But I didn’t know that he would actually be serious about making this one for me.

“When did you make this?” I asked, slowly turning my head to face him.

“When do you think? These flowers are very hard to grow and maintain. The day you told me that you wanted a flower field, I immediately had to start working on it.” Hongjoong wraps his arms around me from behind, resting his chin on my shoulder. “I had a hard time looking for the exact flowers that you wanted to see.”

“I want lillies, roses, marigolds, dandelions and tulips! There’s a lot more flowers that I like....but I’ll reserve them some time and write them down on a paper so I wouldn’t forget!”

That afternoon, Hongjoong and I laid down on top of the flower field, using his arm as my pillow. The purple sky sipping through the glass room while the cold air kisses through our skin, making the wind chimes sway and produce little sounds. We were staring deeply into each other’s eyes until slowly Hongjoong leans in and places his lips on top of mine.

I tried to wriggle my way out of his embrace, but he had his arms wrapped around me tightly, like his life depended on me. I tried to regain my breath as I breathed slowly and deeply felt my lips tingling and all the energy flowing in me.

The distance separating our lips seemed so little, as if it was one meter and he was right there. With eyes open, looking at him like I’m seeing someone I love, I felt my body softening and my heart racing.

It was the both of us; our mouths pressed together one more time, our tongues dancing and our breaths mingling and our hearts beating in time. He held me tight against his chest, my heart pounding inside my chest.

“I can’t wait to have you here.” And slowly, Hongjoong switched our positions as he hovers on top of me, situating himself between my legs before he places his lips on mine once more, this time, kissing in a hungry and torrid manner.

With one hand, he wraps them around my neck and his other hand grabs my waist, pulling me up as I willingly let my hands roam all over him, through his clothes.

“Hongjoong, please, I want you.” I whisper, beg.

“I want you too” He says through gritted teeth, feeling his hands roam up my body, slowly sliding the straps of my dress of my shoulder and down to my ankles.

He attaches his lips on my exposed neck, kissing the skin of my neck while I feel his hands slowly slide up my back, unbuckling my white lace bra. His fingers slowly push them down my shoulder, inching it down until I gasp a little. The cool air kissing my exposed skin.

I gasp again as his hands settle on my breasts, fondling and caressing them in his hands. Sticking his tongue out and sliding them down to my shoulder, down to the valley between my breasts and then attaching his mouth on my left nipple. Swirling his tongue crazy like a maniac. My fingers fumbled and gripped on the back of his head, the in between of my legs pooling with wetness already. He lifts his head up and sticks his tongue out, kitty licking my right nipple before nibbling on it gently between his teeth.

“Oh my god, that’s so good” I mumbled, letting out a moan, I tilted my head and saw a purple mark above my nipple.

“Mine” he growls before turning his head down to place butterfly kisses on my stomach.

“I’m going to have my way with you before I take you” He says, feeling his hardened length brush against my leg, caressing my legs before ripping my underwear off.

He drapes my legs on top of his shoulders, sticking his tongue out and takes a long lick on my clit. He spreads my folds apart before ravishing them, almost burying his face on my pussy.

I arched my back and let out soft yet loud moans. My hands pushing the back of his head more onto my pussy, feeling his tongue swirl around inside me. His hands that were once resting on my thighs slowly slide up and found themselves once more on my breasts, fondling and gripping them harshly.

“Hongjoong...” I whispered, only to moan once more as sucked my fold gently, moving his tongue accordingly inside me as I felt vibrations my core, spasming after.

“Hongjoong...are you okay?” I asked in a soft tone. Softly he lifts his head up, his lips glistening bright red with my juices.

“More than okay, sweetheart. You sounded so heavenly moaning my name. I wouldn’t mind if I died suffocated in your pussy. If it’s the last thing I saw, I’d die happily and blissfully.” He says before unbuckling his belt, removing his pants along with his underwear and then hovering on top of me once more.

He pushes himself inside me causing me to throw my head back on the flowery field.

“Hongjoong” you gasped out, gripping your hands on his shoulders.

“God, you don’t know how much I fucking love it when you moan my name like that.” He growls, slipping himself out before slamming again once more into me.

“Mine” he spoke in a deep tone as he thrusts harshly inside of me.

Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, sweetheart. And you’re all mine.” He breathes out, never stopping pounding inside of me. He leans down and pushes his tongue inside my mouth. Our tongues roaming around each others mouths, tasting every cavern and crevice.

With the feeling of his tip poking your g-spot, it was enough to already send you on edge. The familiar feeling of tightness building up your stomach as you are reaching your high.

“I’m so close. Please don’t stop.” The words came out like a moan, begging.

“Let’s cum together, sweetheart.”

Hitting your high while moaning his name out loud, you look up as you finally release and let yourself loose, coating his cock with your warm seeds. Hongjoong, shooting his cum inside of you. The once purple sky finally darkened for the bright stars and moon.

He places a hand on top of your stomach, caressing it gently.

“It won’t be long until our own child comes. When that day comes, I’ll love you both to death.”

And you love the idea.

#Ateez hongjoong #ateez #ateez scenarios #ateez x reader #ateez yandere #kpop yandere #ateez smut #kpop smut #yandere ateez #kim hongjoong

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dreams-madeof-strawberrylemonade · 3 years

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Reunion

Request: HERE A/N: UPLOADING IT AGAIN BC I FORGOT TO TAG IT SORRY Soo it’s been what, one year, since I last posted a fic here? I’m kind of rusty ngl but nevertheless, it felt comforting to write something like this :) As usual, critiques and comments are welcome Word count: 1.7 K+ Warnings: none

To be added - or removed - from the taglist, please DM me or leave me an ask!

GIF credit goes to @edgeofgreta; the original post is HERE

You walked into the apartment and set the two groceries-filled shopping bags onto the laminated floor. You kicked off your shoes and carried the bags into the open kitchen, placing them on the counter. With boredom, you took out every single item and placed them in their designated spaces. With the same growing boredom, you made your way back into the living room and threw yourself on the navy-blue sofa with your head sinking in one of the biggest pillows.

You pick up your phone and look at the screen – specifically, at the lockscreen wallpaper, which was a photo of you and Jake. Josh had taken that photo on one of the getaways you made together. Jake had on a beige shirt with his top four buttons undone – in other words, only with his lower two buttons done – and his favorite black hat. He was standing up tall, a wide smile on his face, and you were leaning against him, with your head placed on his right shoulder. You smiled and unlocked your phone, then opened the messages app and texted Jake.

I miss you :( Why does tour have to last this long?

Underneath the blue message bubble appeared the notification that the message had been read, then three typing dots appeared on Jake’s end.

I miss you too, honey. I can’t wait to get home and see you.

You begin to type.

Can we facetime later?

The answer came shortly.

Sorry, but tonight we have a gig. Tomorrow, too… We’re having practice now. Josh has again too much energy and needs to drain it a little bit before going onstage. Got to go now :( Love you

You typed back a formal luck-wishing message and threw the phone on the coffee table in front of the sofa. You were bored out of your mind and in the mood to do nothing whatsoever. Jake had been gone for almost three months now. You understood that it was his job and those were the terms and conditions you agreed to when you started dating him, but you didn’t figure at the time that separation would feel like that. It was safe to say that from time to time you missed him so much it hurt you.

You curled into a fetal position and turned on the TV. Flicking through the channels, you stopped at MTV. Highway Tune just began to play. Your heart grew at the sight of the boys and especially at the sight of Jake. You were so proud of them for getting that far and the mere thought that there actually is a far longer way for them to go made your heart beat in exhilaration. As the last notes of the song echoed through the room, you closed your eyes, pleased that you had seen the band on TV again.

You woke up from the “nap” way too late – it was 1 AM when you opened your eyes – so you moved from the living room to the bedroom. You didn’t bother changing your clothes and you just got underneath the blankets covering the double bed. Before falling asleep again, you looked over at the empty space next to you and you caressed the sheets, wishing that Jake would be there.

The new morning brought along a new day, but unfortunately, the base routine was the same: breakfast, staying in bed for way longer than you should’ve, going outside for some more groceries, flipping through magazines, watching TV, texting – or at least trying to text – Jake. The difference was that today, you called in sick for work and decided to do something fun.

After calling multiple of your friends, asking if they were free to go shopping with you, you finally let yourself defeated and decided you’d visit some shops on your own.

While you were at the bookshop – the one you frequently visited with Jake – you found a puzzle which, put together, should create a 3D globe with multiple images from the Renaissance era. You figured that Jake would find that puzzle at least as intriguing as you did. I could start putting together a welcome-home gift for Jake, you grinned as the thought crossed your mind. You picked the puzzle box off the shelf and walked around the bookshop with it. You stopped in front of the vinyl-filled boxes and you began browsing through them. Jake had a ridiculously large vinyl collection, but you listened to it together so many times that you almost knew every record by heart.

After way too much time spent pondering which records to get, you finally settled for The Doors’ Morrison Hotel and T-Rex’s Electric Warrior. On your way to the register, you stopped by the wine-for-special-occasions section and picked up a bottle.

With your heart filled with excitement, you came back home and called out. “Jake, I’m –,” but you stopped as you remembered that he wasn’t actually home. You slowly let the paper bag containing the puzzle, the wine bottle and the two records on the ground as you locked the door. Before unpacking, you checked your phone. No notifications from Jake. You felt your heart lightly twitch. You couldn’t blame Jake: he was just busy and most likely tired.

You took out the new acquisitions and arranged them on the low coffee table and smiled at the thought of Jake coming in through the front door.

You were tired, so you quickly did your night routine and you got into bed. Once you were in bed though, you couldn’t fall asleep. You just kept tossing back and forth, unable to find a comfortable position. Unannouncedly and unexpectedly, tears welled up in your eyes as you laid there, alone, facing the empty space to your left. You didn’t fight the tears back; you were alone in the darkness, there was no one who could see you. You just missed Jake so much. You missed the smell of his cologne imprinted even in his pajamas. You missed his laughter that managed to make you laugh all the time and you missed those moments when you’d both begin to laugh hysterically and you’d laugh at Jake’s laugh and he’d laugh at yours, and you both laughed so much that you forgot what started it in the first place. You missed his random moments of dancing around the house and you missed his complaints mostly aimed at Josh. As the memories reeled in the back of your mind, your sobs got more frequent. Thinking of it, three months didn’t sound like such a long time, but in reality, time is tricky. Three months can easily feel like three hours and just as easy can feel like three years. For you, it felt like three decades. You mindlessly grabbed Jake’s pillow and hugged it tightly to your chest, wishing it would be Jake instead of just a pillow.

As a new day dawned, you shuffled in your sleep and hugged the pillow again. You didn’t want to wake up just yet.

“Wakey, wakey,” a voice said from somewhere behind you, almost through a dream.

“Five more minutes,” you groaned, unwilling to open your eyes. You paused then and held your breath.

“You’re gonna be late for work,” the voice spoke again and a warm finger traced your side.

You jumped almost instantly. “Jake!” you shouted and collapsed over him, your arms circling his shoulders. You buried your face in the crook of his neck and inhaled deeply – that faint smell of freshly squeezed lemons, mint and cigarettes. His arms circled your waist and you both fell onto the bed. “God, I missed you so much,” you whisper.

“I missed you too… I am so happy to be back home,” he said and hugged you tighter.

Time stood still for you. You were in your happy place and nothing could get you away from there. You pulled away and looked at Jake. You ran your index fingers on both sides of his face and then cupped his face in your hands. Jake didn’t break eye contact with you not even for a second. He softly leaned into your right hand and with his right hand, he took your free one and brought it up to his lips, leaving a kiss on it. “Come here,” he whispered and smiled at you, as his hand made its way up to your cheek, slowly guiding you in towards his lips. You closed your eyes and slightly tilted your head to the side, anticipation growing in your stomach. His lips on yours felt so soft, so satin-like and sweet. You couldn’t get enough of this feeling. As an instinctive gesture, you brought your hand up to Jake’s face and let your fingers roam over his soft skin until they mindlessly tangled into his hair. Jake chuckled in-between needier and needier kisses, “More to come later.” He softly pulled away and rested his forehead against yours. “Next time, you’ll quit your job and come with me on tour.”

“Definitely,” you giggle, already picturing it in your mind. City after city, state after state – and you’d be there to see it all. “Jakey,” you say and pout a little.

“Yes, I will cuddle with you,” he nodded his head before you even got the occasion to ask the question. You break out in laughter and fall into the bed which, now that Jake was home, was even more comfortable.

You snaked your arms around Jake’s torso and pulled yourself closer to him. Jake pulled the blanket over the two of you in one swift move and wrapped his arms around your shoulders. “I’m never letting you go,” you whisper and cuddle closer to his chest.

“Please never do,” he answered and placed a soft kiss on your forehead. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

“Did one of the boys tell you by any chance that we’re coming back early?”

“No, why?”

“Oh, that’s good. I wanted it to be a surprise,” he spoke lowly. “I saw you had some wine in the kitchen.”

You giggled. “It’s for us, for when you would come home.”

“I am home now,” Jake raised an eyebrow.

“I’m calling in sick again,” you announced and Jake’s laugh echoed through the room.

“That’s my girl.”

Tags: @myownparadise96, @satans-helper, @littlegeekwonder, @songbirdkisses, @angelstraightfr0mhell, @freeeshavacadoo, @safari-karrot, @mountainofthesunn, @bigthighsandstupidguys, @starshinekiszka

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the-black-birb · 4 years

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scars [kuroo]

Pairing: Inked!Kuroo Tetsurou x Tattoo artist!Reader

Summary: Kuroo still holds on to the memories of his high school romance.

A/N: I wanted to write this piece as a birthday gift for @heccingdead bc she writes some of the best angst I’ve read!! But I feel like it got a little out of hand ahflashfslfakslfk also this was highkey inspired by @allywritesimagines and the idea of philophobia

Warnings: implied abuse, minor Kuroo x Daishou, strong language

Kuroo had always been proud of his tattoos, dancing over his body like a mosaic. In the year following high school, he’d gathered so many that at times he wondered if he had more ink than skin.

It was almost addicting, the feel of the needle buzzing over his skin leaving his senses numb. At parties they kept him grounded, always a topic of conversation. He’d trained himself to recall the stories of each – just enough that it wasn’t too personal – without even thinking about it.

He was always delighted to talk about his tattoos – in part because it meant talking about you. At first, it was just normal praise for the artist. “She’s amazing!” he’d tell his friends. “I definitely recommend her; she’s done all of mine.” Of course, he’d gush and fawn over the person who helped him garner so much attention.

But recently, his commentary was becoming a bit different. “She kicked my ass at mario kart,” he told Kenma, who just groaned. Beating Kuroo at mario kart didn’t mean much.

“Her rice cakes taste amazing,” he beamed when him and Bokuto got their weekly brunch. “She taught me how to make them but I can’t get them quite right…”

Bokuto nodded solemnly, taking in all of Kuroo’s excitement. “So, you’re whipped?” was his conclusion after the fourth brunch in a row Kuroo brought up his escapades with you.

“Huh?” Kuroo looked up from his omelet to Bokuto’s owlish eyes. “Nah, man,” he laughed. “She’s just a cool person, you know? Not many people can be artists and bakers and-“

“Gamers,” Bokuto finished, smirking at Kuroo. “You’ve said.”

Before Kuroo could protest once again, Bokuto (to his friend’s relief) changed the subject to ease Kuroo’s discomfort. But the words still lingered in his mind.

You were a lot of things to Kuroo. A business acquaintance at first (and the only tattoo artist near him that he could afford fresh out of high school) but recently a friend and confidant as well. It couldn’t be helped; if you were to hand draw each and everyone of his tattoos and hear his stories full and uncensored you were bound to become close with him.

But he knew there was more to it than that. He’d been drawn to you from the start.

“So why do you want to get a tattoo?” you’d asked him when he first went to consult you. At the time he had no idea who you were, or rather what you would become to him, and he had nothing to lose, really. Assuming this tattoo would be his last and he’d never have to worry about you again, he gave you the honest truth.

“I wanted to cover this up,” he pulled up the sleeve of his shirt to reveal his forearm and the large scar that adorned it. He expected you to wince at how ugly it was or at least show some sort of pity (people usually did, it was why he covered it up), but instead you stared at it like a painting. You didn’t have to say anything to him, for your eyes screamed beautiful as you gazed upon him like a miner finally striking gold. He wanted to shrink under your gaze, to become smaller and smaller. But you were so passionate he couldn’t look away.

“I’ve never done a tattoo over a scar,” you admitted (which wasn’t particularly surprising considering you were his age). “But I’d like to give it a shot. If you don’t mind me asking, how did this happen?” You didn’t miss the way Kuroo flinched away from you when you asked, but were polite enough not to bother him over it.

“Well, I got into a knife fight…” he started teasingly, deflecting the question. If he came up with enough funny stories, usually whoever asked would stop bothering him.

“Hilarious,” you cut him off with a straight face. “Give me the real story or don’t bother,” you asked, cleaning your supplies. There was certainly no fooling you. Kuroo swallowed, chest tight at the memory. Well, it wasn’t like he had anything to lose, except pride.

“There was an incident with a clothing iron,” he explained slowly, thinking back to it. “I got into an argument with my ex…” He tripped over his words. The scars was old news but his relationship status was still fresh in his mind. “…while I was doing laundry and lost track of the iron.” His voice trailed off as he gulped. You’d probably laugh at him or pity him or say something that made him want to get up and leave immediately, all ideas of a tattoo forgotten.

Instead, you kept rummaging through your supplies without faltering. “Must’ve hurt like a bitch,” you hummed, unfazed.

“So what tattoo were you thinking of?” you inquired, sitting in front of him with a blank paper and pencil and an excited smile that Kuroo would never forget. “Let’s talk.”

It was the start of an unlikely friendship. His first tattoo (a beautiful chain of red flowers, each representing one of his teammates from his old volleyball team) was gorgeous, so much so that he found himself coming back for more. To his surprise, you always asked him why he wanted a tattoo (although he supposed you already had to know the meaning in order to draw it so there wasn’t much use in asking) and he never hesitated to answer.

Except for one time, when he asked for a small semi-colon on the area behind his ear. He’d asked you for it out of the blue, knowing it was simple enough for you to sit him down and do it quickly. But his pale face and blown out eyes had you skipping the usual questions and consultations, choosing instead of make him wait until after you got off work to drag him back to your apartment where you could listen to him in the peace and quiet of a home.

He supposed that was when you two become more than just an artist and customer. You were eerily perceptive and so you’d already known plenty about Kuroo; you’d etched his whole identity into his body after all, but this was the first time the two of you allowed it to leave the workplace.

At such a brutally slow pace he hadn’t even realized it, you had seeped into all the cracks in his perfect exterior. In all his ramblings to you about this tattoo and that tattoo and what they all meant, you’d somehow become his crutch to hold him up while he fell apart.

It was his fault, after all, that he’d trust you with so much information. Every tattoo had a story, and he knew most of them weren’t pretty. Yet you always took them in stride, never making him feel like any less of a person.

He wanted (read: wished) that were reason enough to love you, but he knew that wasn’t true. He was a sob story in the making and you were electric. Your eyes made him feel like he was on fire, as if the world he’d been living in was a shitty blockbuster movie and you were about to make it an award-winning novel. You were addicting and loving and you made Kuroo hopeful. But he’d long given up on waiting for a happy ending. Even if Bokuto was right, you deserved better than him.

Still, that didn’t mean he couldn’t indulge in your friendship (or your rice cakes). A casual friendship was safe; he could laugh and joke and pretend you didn’t know why he still covered his arm with the scar even after covering it up or why he’d never quite see volleyball the same way again. As friends and away from your workplace, none of that mattered.

And so, he hadn’t hesitated in welcoming you into his home that same night even as Bokuto’s words bounced around in his head (he couldn’t skip out on movie night, after all. It was tradition!).

“What’d you bring tonight?” he asked teasingly. It was routine: after you’d found out Kuroo had yet so see a single one of your shitty rom coms, you took responsibility to make sure he saw every single one. You’d supply the movie; he’d supply the snacks. It was normal for you at this point.

“Ten Things I Hate About You,” you grinned, smile so infectious he felt the corners of his lips tugging upwards.

“It better be than the last one,” Kuroo quipped (the last one was pretty in pink and Kuroo just couldn’t wrap his head around why Ducky didn’t get the girl), but before you could retort he was off to his kitchen to prepare the popcorn.

Without invitation, you made quick work of setting his living room up for movie night. This, too, was part of your unspoken agreement, especially when he started leaving extra blankets and pillows out for you to work with. When he entered back in with cinnamon-coated popcorn (it was your favorite), you’d already had everything up.

He whistled, settling in beside you. “You’ve outdone yourself,” he observed. As always you grinned up at him, curling up into his side as he held the bowl for you to share.

“You gave me more to work with,” you responded, grabbing the remote to set up the movie.

Kuroo tried his best to relax next to you, but Bokuto’s words were still swarming in his head. He couldn’t like you, it was too dangerous. You were already everywhere, all over his body and in the food, he ate and the shows he watched. If he were to fall for you and if anything were to end badly, he’d be heart broken.

Too soon Kuroo’s mind was brought back to the end of high school, talking with Nohebi’s captain. Deciding to never talk to him again, covering up all traces of him from his body. Getting tattoo after tattoo to forget him and rid his body of all traces of him.

“You should leave.” Kuroo was speaking but he couldn’t hear his own voice.

You turned towards him, looking hurt but unsurprised. “What’s wrong?” you asked, hand squeezing his forearm supportively. He hated the look way your eyes looked at him. He wished you’d look at him with pity like everyone else did. It would’ve been so much easier if you looked at him like he was only a ghost of the past, the same way Kenma and Bokuto did whenever they stopped themselves from mention “taboo topics.” Like volleyball and Daishou and clothing irons.

But you didn’t pity him or baby him. Your eyes weren’t scared at his sudden outburst or worried to approach him. All he saw was understanding. You knew. Of-fucking-course you knew. You, who helped him cover up all his scars. You, who let him stay at your apartment whenever his started to feel too big for one person. You, who suggested he got a tattoo to remind him to breathe (4-7-8, written in your handwriting) and he took it.

Kuroo wanted to be proud of his tattoos, that covered his body as his own personal shield. He wanted to admire your handiwork and relish in the way he could forget about who he had been before them. But he knew they were simply reminders of unseen scars. He swore he was healing while he bled out, haunted by memories of the past.

“Whatever’s wrong, you can tell me,” you told him, voice like a promise. He knew it was true, that he could tell you and you’d coddle him while he cried and make him feel like the only person in the entire world. He knew you were magic; you could tell by the way his muscles tensed that something was wrong. Your electric eyes saw him.

But all he could think about was a steaming hot iron and the apologies that followed. He pictured empty apology after empty promise and letting it excuse pain and tears too many times. He could barely recall how difficult it was to unwind himself from a web of being loved only when it was convenient, how it took him months to realize something was wrong.

Kuroo knew being with you would make him feel loved, but he was so damn scared he couldn’t love you back. He couldn’t bare the thought of using you in the same way he had been used.

“You should leave,” he repeated, pulling his arm away from your touch. He wished he could linger in it, but he was certain too much and he’d be addicted.

He wanted (read: hoped) you would argue with him just a bit. Tell him you wouldn’t leave him alone like this and pull him towards you like they always did in your shitty rom coms. But they were actors who knew what came next, and you were real. So real that he could reach out and hold you close and so selfless that you knew when it was time to leave.

You didn’t say anything to him as you backed away, grabbing your things. Kuroo was frozen in place, worried if he moved that he would forget the warmth of your hand on his arm. He knew he fucked up, but he could handle that. He made mistakes all the time. It was easier this way, he was sure.

Until you were one foot out of the door, looking back at him. “You know,” you whispered, eyes looking somewhere far away from his apartment. “You’re not the only one with baggage.” Your voice trembled. “Even if you were, it’s lighter to carry it together.”

Kuroo wished you had slammed the door shut behind you so he didn’t have to sit up straight, only to see you were gone. Even without you in the apartment, your presence was everywhere. All over his body and in his damned pillow fort and in the cinnamon spread over his popcorn. Even when you were gone, he was still with you.

He rolled his head back, not sure what to do. Numbly, he found his way to his phone to send a quick text to Bokuto.

You were right.

Right about now he’d usually think about getting a new tattoo, maybe text you to spitball an idea. He sighed as he leaned back into the blankets you had so gleefully set up for them to share. “I guess that’s not an option anymore.”

None of it made sense to Kuroo. His last breakup was liberating, like a breath fresh of air, and here was on a Saturday night about to watch a romcom to forget about you. He was certain it was some sort of cruel irony that it was only now he was starting to realize how hurt and in love he’d been.

He wondered (read: prayed) if he’d find salvation in you yet again.

#kuroo x reader #haikyuu kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsurou x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu angst #haikyuu fanfic #haikyuu kuroo tetsurou x reader #haikyuu x you

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prettyyoungandbored · 4 years

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Starry Eyes [’You and I’ Side Story]

Pairing: Douglas Booth!Nikki Sixx x Y/N

Request: Idk if it's a good concept but imagine during London days or early Motley days Nikki has been working rly hard to prepare to a v important show but day before his amp gets damaged and he needs a new one. He can't steal it BC it's too big and doesn't have money to buy a new one. Y/N knows how important it is for Nikki so she offers him tips she's been collecting for last months (she really wanted to buy sth)Nikki initially doesn't want to accept her money (male pride doesn't allow him) but Y/N explains that she cares more about him having chance to make his music heard rather than buying herself a tinker. Nikki is kind of shocked that anyone can care that much about him and his heart goes all gooey but he can't make himself to say 'I love you' yet. So he accepts the money, show goes well but he's still thinking how to repay his gf. He can't afford the tinker that her heart desires so he decided to write his feelings into a song (cheesy I know but Starry Eyes is cheesy af). He works kind of behind Y/N back BC he wants to surprise her but when she finally gets to hear it her heart swells. Cheesy, I know but it gives more angst to the story situation with 'foolish heart' as in Nikki used song before to communicate his feelings and later didn't recognised when reader did the same thing. It's not my best concept but with some more thought it could be rather nice.

Y/N sat in the dressing room waiting for Nikki. She was over the moon to see the show had gone better than the band hoped/expected, especially with the new amplifier.

The old amplifier Nikki had for years had gone out the night before. Y/N listened from the bedroom as Nikki and the boys tried to hatch a plan to try and steal the amplifier, her heart breaking for them.

Then an idea hit her.

Ever since she’d started at the restaurant, she put aside some cash tips as part of a rainy day fund. That fund ended up becoming a way to save up for this bracelet she desperately wanted, but she knew a new amplifier was much more important, considering it was the first show since the boys were signed and other execs from the record label were coming to see them.

When the boys left, Nikki entered the bedroom when he saw Y/N with a large stack of dollar bills in her hand.

“What’s that?” he asked, pointing at the cash.

“This is what you’re going to use to buy a new amplifier tomorrow,” she told him.

He shook his head, a little laugh escaping his lips. “Y/N...I can’t take this.”

“You can and you will.”

“What about the bracelet you wanted?”

“Fuck that. This is way more important.”

“It’s not that-.”

“Don’t.”

She put the cash in his hand, her eyes not leaving his and her hand still on the stack of cash. “You and the boys have worked so hard to have a moment like this. You need to show those execs that you deserve to be on the label and that they should be so lucky to have you. Please. I want you to have this.”

Nikki’s heart couldn’t take it anymore and his pride didn’t matter.

“I can’t pay you back.”

“I don’t want you to. I just want you to play your ass off tomorrow, ok? That’s how you can pay me back.”

She gave him a chaste kiss, her thumb stroking his cheek.

And play their heart out those boys did. They went beyond the extra mile, really giving the crowd and the record execs one hell of a show. Even Y/N was impressed, despite having the set memorized in her head. It felt like watching them for the very first time.

Nikki walked in to the dressing room. Y/N threw her arms around him, placing kisses all over his face.

“You...were...so...amazing...and...so...fucking...sexy...out...there,” she said in-between kisses. She pulled back. “I am so, so, so, so proud of you, babe.”

“I couldn’t have done it without you,” he told her. “Thank you again.”

“‘Twas my pleasure,” she said, wrapping her arms around his neck. “So, where are we going out to celebrate? The Rainbow Room?”

“Actually I have a surprise for you before we go anywhere.”

Her eyes lit up. “Oh?”

He turned around to make sure the door was locked. Y/N stood there, unsure if she was supposed to undress or stay clothed.

“Sit down,” he told her motioning to the couch.

She sat down, smoothing out her skirt. “What’s going on?”

Nikki pulled out his bass and sat across from her. “So I was hoping I had extra money leftover from the amplifier to buy you the bracelet, but I didn’t and I really wanted to let you know how grateful I am for you. While I can’t give you the bracelet, I’d figure I’d give you this.”

He began strumming his bass gently before opening his mouth to sing.

When she laughs She's got the power of a child in her eyes And when you cry now She'll hold you like a man's supposed to be held I can't get into words how I feel Get it right in this song now I had to set her free Needed a friend Come back to me

Oh starry eyes Oh oh, oh oh

Standing alone in the light You could see her cry With a smile and a wink And a sparkle in her eyes She calmly sighed, I will be alright Okay child you've had to take the pain Of a man in the streets You gotta let me in Needed a friend Even just for one night

Oh, starry eyes Oh oh, oh oh

Oh no, oh no, oh no Oh, starry eyes Oh, oh

Y/N’s eyes were filled to the brim with tears, her body shaking as she covered her mouth. She lowered her head, shaking it.

Nikki stared at her, unsure of how to react to her tears. “Babe?”

She lifted her head wiping her eyes. “You wrote that for me?”

“I meant every word.”

She cupped his face, kissing him deeply. “That’s the greatest gift I’ve ever received.”

“Better than the bracelet?”

“So much better. You have no idea how much you mean to me, Nikki.”

“You mean so much to me too and I’m so fucking grateful for you.”

Years later, the song came back to haunt Nikki when he was alone in his house. Y/N had left him months prior and in a moment of rage, he began to throw away what she left behind.

He stared at the crumbled piece of paper with the handwritten lyrics, having found it in a box under the bed. The memory of the first time he’d sung it to her lingered in his mind.

She accepted his song, one he poured his heart and soul to, but he couldn’t bring himself to accept hers.

He’d never forgive himself for as long as he would live.

#nikki sixx x reader #douglas booth!nikki sixx x reader #motley crue fanficition #mötley crüe #the dirt fanfiction

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stargazer-balladeer · 4 years

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“You existed to love me, now love me” [Persona 4]

anon: Hello! Same anon who requested the P4 headcannons! I love them so much, thank you. If it's not too much of a bother to ask, could I please get an Yu Narakumi X Fem!reader, in which the reader is having an existincal crisis and is being comforted by Yu? Thank you again!

[Yu Narukami x Female! Reader]

Note: I REALLY HAD FUN WRITING THIS OMG! I’M SO PROUD OF THIS WORK TWT. TYSM FOR REQUESTING THIS, LOVE. HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS BC I REALLY ENJOY WRITING THIS XD

Warning: Mentions of negative thoughts, stress

Word Count: 995

[Y/N]’s mind begin to fog as more negative things keeps coming to mind, her eyes began to water from all the stress and her hands clench at the pen she’s holding. All she had to do is finish this assignment, no big deal, but it’s already due tomorrow and she had barely done anything. She looks at the clock on the room and find it labeled “21:04″ already. (9:04 pm for those who can’t read). This cause her to be even more stress than she’s been as she tried to do her assignment.

If only she has done it yesterday like she was supposed to do, but instead, she decided to listen to music all day long. If only she had done it earlier then it would be finish by now, but no, she decided to hang-out with her friends until 6. [Y/N] suddenly finds herself questioning her existence, why did she live? Why didn’t she die before? What is her purpose in life? What is the purpose of live even?!

This thoughts kept piling in her head as she started to chock down her sob, trying to not let out a sound. Her boyfriend, Yu, was currently downstairs, probably cooking curry. She would’ve asked his help in this assignment, but she decided against it. Thinking if she asks him for help, he’ll think of her lowly and incompetent, something she doesn’t want.

But what [Y/N] doesn’t know is that Yu was just standing on the doorway, watching as she slowly broke down from the stress and despair she’s having. He’s been standing there for a while, thinking of a why to comfort her. He already knew something was wrong when the both of them went home, and how she immediately went upstairs. Heck, she didn’t even hear Yu calling her.

Yu decided enough was enough as he slowly closes the door, in fear if [Y/N] hears it, might freak out. But she hasn’t heard it, still busy trying to conceal her sobs. Yu slowly walk towards her as he kneel just beside her and immediately scoop her inside his arms. [Y/N] gasp in surprise at the sudden action, her eyes widening as she noticed her boyfriend embracing her.

“W-What--?! Y-Yu! What’re you--?” “Shh.. calm down.. let it all out.” Yu shushed her softly. With the mixture of his warmth, soothing voice and beating heart, [Y/N] couldn’t help but burst out crying. Yu held her as she latch on him tightly, seemingly afraid to let him go. Yu ran his fingers through her hair as he hums quietly at her. “That’s it.. let it out..”

When [Y/N] stopped bawling like a baby in his already wet shirt, she sniffed as she buried her face deeper in his neck. Yu adjusts himself to make her comfortable as he holds her back and head. “You alright now, kitty?” [Y/N] didn’t answer as she lets out a sniff. “Guess not.” Yu mumbled while smiling slightly.

They were covered in comfortable silence as he continued to hold her in his embrace. It went for a while before [Y/N] decided to break it. “Y-Yu?” Yu looks at her in the corner of his eyes. “Yeah?” “W-Why do I exist?” Yu’s eyes widened at what she said before returning to their original size, his smile turning into a disappointed frown. “Why do you ask that, kitty?” She sniffed as she drew back and look at Yu with sad-filled and red eyes, since she was crying a lot. This appearance broke Yu’s heart as he remove a stray hair from her face.

“I-I.. I’m not worth that much, Yu. I’m a nobody. I don’t even know why you’re here! I don’t understand why you like me, maybe it’s because of pity or you secretly want to manipulate me--” “Do you believe in that, kitty?” Yu cuts her off with a slightly sharp voice rather than his normal, indifferent one. [Y/N] jump at the sudden change of voice as she looks at his eyes to see anger in them, accompanied by disappointment and love.

“Do you honestly think I’ll use you just because of that?” Yu asked as [Y/N] looks down, not wanting to meet his eyes, slightly ashamed now that she thinks about it. Yu has been nothing but loving and sweet towards her. For her to think like that is practically insulting for him. Now, all that [Y/N] could think of is how Yu would break up with her right now.

Yu noticed this as he sighed and pulled her into a hug. “No, I’m not breaking up with you. No, I don’t think you’re worth any less than a fortune.” Yu began as he looks up to the ceiling with a tint of pink in his cheeks. “You’re honestly worth so much than that. Actually, you thinking like that surprise me.” [Y/N] remained silent as she listen to Yu talking, which is uncharacteristic for him

“You wondering why you existed? You existed to love me, now love me like I love you with all my heart.” Yu ended as he looks down at her with a loving smile on his face before placing a kiss on top of her head. [Y/N] blush at what he said, seemingly more embarrassed than him, who said it. Yu turns to the table filled with papers and pens. “Now.. let’s work on your homework.”

Yu assisted her to sit in his lap as he began to help her with her homework. [Y/N] smiled as she listen to Yu teaching her how to do the problem. She leans back to his chest while moving her head to the left so that her ear can hear the heartbeat of her loving boyfriend. Yu smiled at her adorable action as he continues to help her.

“Hey Yu.. thanks.” “No problem, kitty.”

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buck-nialled · 4 years

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Not to Brag - N. Horan Imagine (College AU)

another combined request bc i felt like a college!niall au was necessary, enjoy! :)))

The wooden door to the lecture hall was near to making a loud bang against the wall by how forcefully the boy pushed it open. He was red and panting from the five-minute sprint he had taken on from his dorm building. Niall did not imagine his first class of his first day at university would obligate him to make entrances like this, but at least he was building his presence on campus.

“Ah, Mr. Horan.” The way his name sounded on the professor’s tongue, as though it were a pill being swallowed dry, did not sit well in Niall’s stomach. That might have also been due to his skipped breakfast, missed bathroom break, and absent change into clothing more acceptable than sweatpants and an old t-shirt. “Looks as though you’ve been, what’s the expression? Ah yes, saved by the bell.” Niall shuffled further into the classroom, eyes peering around the room for his roommate or one of the frat house occupants whom he had the honor of meeting a week or two before the beginning of classes.

“It’s always a shame to state the obvious to my students, but if you’re the last student to arrive in a freshman year core class, seating options are obviously going to be limited.” His tone remained flat, yet stern as his eyes stayed sharp on Niall. The boy would have never dreamed he would be the first in the throng of students that was his English 101 class to measle himself on his teacher’s bad side. But that’s how things were looking as he muttered a half-sincere apology beneath his breath and shuffled his way to the closest empty seat he could find.

From what it looked like, it seemed to be the only empty seat. Niall’s eyes ran across all four walls of the room, every single row in front of him and behind him. His blue eyes landed on a mess of curly locks, and a pair of greens which looked apologetic for the lack of seating around him. How could he blame Harry, though? Everybody loved him and he’s been there for a shorter time than Niall had. He turned his gaze away, and rather to his side, where he met a pair of eyes uncanny to Harry’s. They looked so similar Niall would have believed the boy teleported seats, until he took in the dark-coated lashes and pink eyeshadow surrounding the emeralds.

“Sorry,” the girl whispered beneath the professor’s announcement of a syllabus about to be handed out. “Do you have a pen I could borrow?” Niall blinked for a moment and nodded lightly, reaching for his backpack. At least he had not forgotten that.

“It’s the first day and you don’t even have a pen?” The words fell out before he could choke them down. He inwardly scolded himself as he handed her the utensil. He must have had a curse for making friends because what he just aid was nowhere near how proper introductions were supposed to go. Rather than an offended response or water bottle to the cranium, he received a scoff.

“It’s your first day and you managed to get in class by a landslide. I’m surprised he even let you sit down. He does not seem like the kind to mess around with.” The girl murmurs, before a tall figure was shadowed over her desk, wearing raised brows and a threatening smirk.

“Impressive observation, Y/N. Comprehension is a major part of my class so I am sure you will find it less than difficult.” He lays a sheet on both your desk and Niall’s. The girl’s eyes were squinted shut, cheeks red with embarrassment while Niall remained stoic, afraid to open his mouth and actually be booted from his seat in the class. The professor distributed papers to the last final rows, leaving the two students to release held breaths and face one another again. A few moments later, though, the anxiety turned to the two classmates trying to hold back their snickers.

“Looks like we’ve both got a spot on our professor’s hit list, Y/N.” His use of her name startles the both of them, she almost forgot through her embarrassment that the professor did her the favor of announcing it to the class. Nevertheless, the girl laughed.

“If that’s true than you’re going first, Horan.” The conversation stopped there, despite Niall’s want for her to continue speaking. He liked hearing her say his last name much better than the man in the front, walking them through a sheet of paper. Towards the middle of the professor’s droning speech, the sound of paper being torn drew Niall’s attention away from his syllabus and to Y/N, who was focused with scribbling something on the torn corner of the paper. A few seconds later, the result was passed to Niall, who let his eyes scan over the message a couple times.

Want to meet up at lunch?

Niall used his other pen and scrawled a reply hastily.

Sure, for what?

A few more seconds, and the paper was back in his vision.

To guess how professor hitlist is gonna take us out

Niall looked up, sending the girl a nod. Y/N felt her stomach doing somersaults but would not admit the rowdy celebration her insides were facing. Her heart was pumping, her brain was screaming, and she swore she felt her tummy begin to rumble in anticipation.

Their conversation continued at the college’s cafeteria but did not conclude. Afterward, they took a stroll through the campus’s courtyard, mostly admiring the greenery, while sneakily admiring each other. Niall’s tell was how his own smile grew when Y/N’s did. For what reason? Niall had no clue. Y/N would never admit it was his eyes lighting up that cued her teeth to bare, as the boy talked with ceaseless passion over his choice major: Music. He apologized at least three times during his gabbing but continued without further hesitation when you encouraged him to carry on or asked more questions about it.

“How about you?” He asks you upon conclusion of his talk of the major.

“Well, not to brag but,” the start of her bold sentence had Niall entranced immediately, “I can play a mean tune on the triangle.” Almost immediately after her joke, Y/N was sputtering with laughter. Niall joins her, surprised by the fact he is not let down by this information. He always pictured his dream girl to be a bit more musically involved.

“My brother was always more musically-inclined in the family. Not to say that I don’t love music, because I do. He was just always the one who wanted to take piano lessons and choose choir and band over debate or yearbook.”

“So what about you? What major did you choose?” Niall did not detest Y/N talking about her family. From how she spoke of her brother, it sounded like she respected him and held him close in her heart. But Niall wants to know about her. And who knows? Maybe Niall and Y/N’s brother could be good friends, if they ever met that is.

“Engineering. Which is weird, considering nobody in my family was ever the “math whiz.” It was good I was though; my mom was thankful she wouldn’t have to tutor Harry when he needed help. She was probably the worst at math out of all of us.” Y/N giggles, reminiscing in the many times she even had to help her own mother with fractions in the kitchen each time the woman tried cooking.

“What about your dad?” A silence followed Niall’s question, and he’d never wanted a smile to be put back so badly on a person’s face after Y/N’s fell. A few moments later, the girl could only muster a bitterly awkward laugh and small “no.”

“I’m sor—”

“No,” she cut him off, “God, don’t apologize that’s so awkward. I’m fine. It happened, I grieved and cried and went through all the stages of it. And it was shitty, but I’m here now and I’m better than I was so…” Niall only nodded, the stroll becoming slower as the silence resumed.

“What about your family? Do they live here, or—" Her voice perked up and was back to how it was a few moments ago. Niall was thankful for this, afraid he had depleted the conversation with his question.

“Oh, no. They’re back in Ireland.” He jutted a thumb behind his shoulder, as though his home was something he left behind. In this case, that assumption could be applicable. Y/N chose not to delve further into that thought.

“Ireland! That’s where you’re from. I was trying to pinpoint the accent…and I almost said Scottish.” Y/N chortled at her own obtuse statement.

“Good thing ya didn’t. I would’ve been off—”

“Y/N! Hey!” The two looked away from one another to spot a figure running up to them from a distance. He grew taller with each thumping step on the grass. “I want to—oh hey, Niall. What’s up?”

“Wait—you guys know each other?” Y/N furrows her eyebrows, glancing between the two boys. “How?”

“Niall’s roommate introduced us awhile back. Turns out we’re both majoring in music. How did you two meet?”

“We sat together in English…” Y/N trailed off, worry overcoming her. Harry was very particular over her, and for the most part, was unpredictable about it. Once, in fourth grade, Y/N broke her legs from a plummet off of the playground’s monkey bars and didn’t earn a blink from her brother. The next day, when a boy helped her carry her books to class, Harry saw red and was borderline screaming at the kid. Needless to say, any chance she had with Niall disappeared once acknowledging the boys’ friendship.

“I had no clue you two knew each other. When did you two meet?” In an instant, the siblings’ laughter floated around a befuddled Niall, Harry’s chuckled a little more prominent. Y/N’s seemed quieter, a bit more reserved than they were when she and Niall were talking.

“I met this one 18 years ago in the hospital and haven’t stopped irritating her since.” Harry acted proud stating this while slinging his arm around the girl. Niall began to connect the dots, seeing them side-by-side. Their eyes, the dark curls matted to both of their heads…

“So you two are—”

“Twins,” Y/N rolls her eyes. “I know I can’t believe it either. It’s obvious I was born with all the good looks; Lord knows what happened to him.”

Niall gulps, and would not disagree with her for a moment on that statement. As he was still trying to process these thoughts, one big one jumped out at him. Where did his chance of getting Y/N to go out with him stand now? One of his new best friends just so happened to be the sister of his new friend who he now wanted to be more than a friend. A lot more. While thinking of how to approach this, Y/N asked Harry what she needed him for.

“I was wondering if you were coming to the party at the house this weekend. We’re rushing so you can make friends with all the cute new girls and talk me up around them.” Y/N rolled her eyes at Harry’s ludicrous attempt to get in some innocent girl’s pants.

“Oh, you should come too, lad! There’s going to be loads of girls there.” Even without trying, Harry was somehow deterring Niall from Y/N’s radar and vice versa. Niall’s mouth kept closing and opening, failing to let a word pass him. A distant shout of Harry’s name was heard by the three. Harry put a hand on Niall’s shoulder, pointing a finger at him.

“I’ll take that as a yes. See ya there, mate!” Harry ran off just as quickly as he appeared to go conversate with others in the courtyard.

“You don’t have to go if you don’t want to. Harry just wants to make everyone feel welcome…he’s like that.” Y/N rolled her eyes.

“Are you going?” Niall asks. Y/N shrugs, before nodding.

“Then I’ll go.”

“Niall, you don’t have to—”

“I know, but I can be a pretty good wingman, too. I did it for own brother all the time back home. Plus,” he slung his arm around your shoulder, similar to how Harry did and pulled you close to his side.

“Would your brother like to see you get hit on by frat guys all night?”

“Are you suggesting we go together?” Y/N crosses her arms and peers up at the cheeky grin Niall was sending her.

“I mean, not to brag but…” Niall somehow pulls her even closer, until one of her hands is being planted on his chest, “I can be a pretty good date.”

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atiny-piratequeen · 4 years

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Amber Romance

Pairing: Femdom Reader x Yeosang

Genre: Smut, Pwp, Fluff

WC: 6.4k+

Tags: Smut, Established Relationship, Gentle Femdom, Scent Kink, Masturbation (Male Receiving), Pegging, Fingering (Male Receiving), Riding (Female Receiving), Slight Overstimulation

Summary: Yeosang is worried about you missing his last Wonderland performance with the team, so you give him your sweater so he won't be sad while you're away.It's laced with the scent of you and Yeosang finds himself in a rather...interesting predicament when he notices how he starts associating your scent with all of your more...heated nights together

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“You’re not gonna miss our last performance, right?” Yeosang inquired hesitantly, frowning as he watched you pack a sizeable suitcase into your car. Mingi was beside you, looking guilty as he looked between you both.

“Are you sure this is alright, Y/n? I can always ask manager-nim to drive me to Incheon-”

You held up your finger, gently quieting the red headed idol as you sent Yeosang a kind and understanding look.

“Mingi and I are just going to check up with the doctors, run some tests, and let him see his family while he’s there. You boys are busy with promotions, so I’m not gonna bother your manager when he’s already so busy. Besides, I’m kinda his underling, so it looks good if I can do this when he needs someone to take care of Mingi. I promise we’ll be back for your performance, Yeosangie.” You soften your voice, cupping his cheek to kiss him lighty.

Yeosang hummed against your lips, nodding after the two of you broke apart. Yunho clapped him on the shoulder as the others filed out of the dorms to give both you and Mingi hugs, waving goodbye to the both of you.

“Ah, Yeosang here-” You reached into your car’s back seat, passing him your favorite sweater. It was an overgrown one, so it could easily fit him. Yeosang blinked in confusion as you pushed the cotton sweater into his hands.

“Just wear that while I’m gone and think of me! I’ll be back before you know it~” You chirp, kissing him one more time before hurrying to your car, waving to the remaining seven boys one last time before you pulled off.

Yeosang’s hand fell after you were out of sight as he looked down at the sweater. A small smile graced his lips as he hugged it to himself, turning to head back inside with the other boys.

-2 Days Later-

Yeosang unpacked quickly once he was in his room. Today, he was the one that won the rock, paper, scissors for the solo room, so he had it all to himself as he plopped down heavily on his bed in your sweater. He buried his nose in the neck of the overgrown sweater, smiling sleepily as the scent of you filled his nose. Yeosang had gotten so used to this smell in your months of dating and now the scent of your perfume-something he was sure you’d always gotten from Victoria’s Secret, if his memory served right-was something that always flooded his mind with the memories you’d made together.

The nights you spent on those long drives home from the company, with you seated in his lap, your head tucked under his chin.

The days he put his head in your lap, humming as the sun's rays warmed his face as you comb your fingers through his hair.

The times you intimately pulled him aside after practice, pulling him into a closet to exchange sloppy, hasty kisses. The way you palmed him through his sweatpants, smiling against his neck as you stroked him to completion, promising much more later.

Yeosang cracked his eyes open, he hadn't realized he closed them, but he felt heat bloom in the pit of his stomach the more he inhaled your perfume through the soft material.

"Ah, Yeosangie~ We're alone now. Shall we play a bit?"

His breath hitched as he palmed himself, a soft sound between a moan and a whine leaving his lips as he felt his cock, stiff and begging for attention. Your voice filled his head as his mind began to wander more.

One hand dipped into his boxers, stroking his cock to full hardness as you rolled your thumb over his head lazily. The other trailed up your sweater on him, exposing his chest as you leaned down to lick and suck at one of his nipples.

"N-noona…" he whimpered, arching his back as he pinched and rolled the nub until it was tender and puffy.

"Yes baby? What do you want?"

He whines, wishing he could hold onto you, his voice shaking as he squeezed his eyes shut, fearing he'd lose the vision of you if he opened them. His hand worked faster, louder moans echoing in the room.

"T-touch me more, Noona...I miss you, I want you, a-ahh ~" He thrusted into his hand, trembling as he breathed in deeply between moans, the warm scent flooding his senses.

"My sweet baby boy~ Does it feel good, playing with yourself in your Noona's sweater? Such a pretty picture. Let's play some more, Sangie~"

Yeosang brought a trembling hand up to his mouth, sucking at his long fingers as he slowed his pace, goosebumps rising on his skin as he thought of the other times your scent flooded his mind.

Your legs tightly clamped around his waist, his face buried in between your breasts as your nails ran down his back.

His face buried in your pillow, clawing weakly at the sheets below as you held his hips, your soft chest against his back as you trusted into him, the slicked up toy sliding in and out of him effortlessly.

God, he wanted it. He missed you, he needed you bad.

"Go ahead, baby. Get that sweet little hole prepped for me. I'll take good care of you when I get back."

Yeosang brought his spit slick fingers down between his legs, pausing in stroking his own cock long enough to toss the boxers away completely, spreading his legs as he pushed one digit into himself, moaning against your sweater.

"Good boy, Yeosang. Always such a good boy. Moan louder for me, let me know it feels good."

"Y/n-" he whined your name breathlessly, his voice unstable as his strokes lost their rhythm. He was desperate, sliding the second and third in, a groan rolling past his lips as he stretched himself.

Idly, he wondered why he didn't just bring a toy with him to the hotel. Usually he did just incase-

Just in case he had the urge to be good for you. His heart always stuttered at the pleased look on your face whenever he presented one of the toys to you, like a puppy eager and desperate to play.

God, he missed you.

"N-noona, I can't- I-" he spread his legs wider, his thighs starting to tremble. He wanted to feel more, your hands on him, caressing and stroking whatever you could, your lips against his ear, purring praise and sweet nothings to him, the feeling of one of your strapons filling him up in just the right way-

And the near maddening scent of sex, sweat, and your perfume making him slip away, giving you complete control.

"Ah~ Go ahead, cum for Noona. Let me see how pretty my baby boy looks."

Yeosang let out a strangled gasp, curling his fingers slightly. Stars exploded behind his lids as he came against his fist, your name tumbling out of his mouth as the feeling of his orgasm washed over him.

He blushed, looking down hastily to see if any of it landed on your sweater. A pleased sound left his lips when he saw he was in the clear, biting his lip as he looked at his own cum covered fist.

The brunette grabbed his phone, opening the kakaotalk chat between you two shakily. He made sure the camera was facing him before pressing record, running his tongue over his hand, his cheeks flushed as he looked into the phone camera.

"Noona, I miss you. Make sure you come back soon, okay?" He pouted, knowing full well what kind of response he’d get once he hit send.

His phone lit up ten minutes after he had cleaned up and settled back into bed, still snug in your sweater as he unlocked it.

‘Is that what you’re up to when I’m away, baby? Don’t worry, I’ll be there tomorrow and you can show me up close how much you miss me, hm?’

Yeosang bit his lip, feeling his heart skip a beat. Would you really make it to the performance in time tomorrow? The phone light illuminated his flushed cheeks as his thumbs flew over the screen.

‘I hope so, Noona. I’m looking forward to it.’

With that, he locked his phone and gently set it aside, curling up slightly as he felt exhaustion and fatigue take him. He drifted off, breathing in the comforting scent of your perfume as sleep pulled him under.

-xoxo-

“Okay, this is the last performance of our promoting, boys. I’m proud of everyone. Mingi and Y/n said they would do their best to beat the traffic and get here but Y/n isn’t answering her phone so I don’t know if they’ll be able to make it.” Hongjoong briefed everyone once they had gotten situated in their uniforms and had their makeup and hair done.

Yeosang tried to hide the small bite of disappointment that flickered in his eyes when he heard the news.

It’s alright. They’re coming. Even if they don’t see them perform, they’d all be able to go home together.

Wooyoung, sensing his friend’s distress, wrapped an arm around his shoulder, smiling at him.

“Hey, don’t frown like that. Y/n can’t enjoy us performing if you’re all pouty and sad, right? Just believe she’ll be here and it’ll happen!” He beamed. Yeosang looked at him, blinking once, twice, before a small smile graced his own face.

“Yeah, you’re right. Let’s go.”

They filtered out of the dressing room, shuffling into position with their background dancers as their waited for the music queue.

Yeosang felt his heart hammer as they started, snapping his head up. He did his best not to make it obvious as he scanned the crowd, and really he tried his best not to break character and smile wide when he saw Mingi in the front row, glasses perched on his nose and a hat on his head to hide his hair. Nobody seemed to notice him and Yeosang thought idly about whether or not he was surrounded by other staff members.

His heart nearly stopped as he drifted his gaze down from his friend, finding you staring at him with your arms crossed, watching his every move. There was a fond smile on your face, but the look in your eyes nearly made him stumble.

Pure desire.

He held your gaze for longer than intended, grateful for muscle memory as it took him across the floor, effortlessly keeping up with the boys and the performance despite the growing pit in his stomach at the way you tilted your jaw up, licking your lips slowly as the final part of the performance electrified the venue.

Wonderland ended, and Yeosang felt slightly more out of breath than usual, though he knew it wasn’t from dancing as he watched your eyes run up the length of his body-lingering a bit longer on his pelvic region-before landing on his face. You clapped calmly from beside an excited Mingi, blowing Yeosang a kiss and a wave as the two of them were subtly ushered away by staff as Ateez made their way off of the stage.

As the seven boys entered the dressing room, they were all engulfed by Mingi’s arms as he excitedly ran up to them, cheering and congratulating them for doing so well.

“Ah, but it’s not the same without you-”

“Don’t worry. We’re back early because Mingi’s been cleared. You all can rest up now, then we start practicing for your Mama stage.” You inform them politely, reminding them of your presence. They all break up, bouncing eagerly as they all began talking at the same time about everything from Mingi and Jongho’s steady and healthy recoveries, to their future Mama stage.

Yeosang couldn’t focus on any of it, though. He stood rooted in his spot as he watched you. A small smile came to your face and you tilted your head, opening your arms and laughing as he immediately crossed the distance, picking you up and spinning you around, kissing you happily.

“I’ve been gone for just a few days, Yeo-ya!” You giggle against his lips, but the way he nuzzled your was a silent way of him telling you that even those days apart left him missing you dearly. Your heart fluttered for a moment, sending him a playful smirk as he finally set you down after the boys began teasing the two of you, making kissing noises from behind you.

“You should’ve heard him, Y/n. He’s like a little puppy when you’re gone.” Seonghwa teased from across the room as a stylist took off his hair extension. Yeosang went red, hiding his face as you looked up at him, a knowing smile on your face.

“Yeah! He wouldn’t take your sweater off, either. I think he might end up taking it. Isn’t it usually the girlfriend that does that sort of thing? Does that make it a girlfriend sweater?” Yunho inquired, putting a finger to his chin as he tilted his head. Yeosang made a sound of protest, darting over to one of the seats so he could be helped out of his uniform carefully by one of the stylists. You watched his every move, noticing the bag on the floor that belong to him had the familiar form of the sweater you gave him sticking out from it.

Yeosang slid it over his head once he was back in his street clothes, hiding his face in the overgrown collar when he caught your gaze again after the boys had broke off to have their own uniforms removed as well as their accessories.

You sat down beside him on the couch as they did, lacing your fingers with his and giving him a subtle squeeze.

“Noona is gonna show you how much she missed you, baby.” you coo, smiling at the way he shuddered, squeezing your hand tighter.

Satisfied, you settled back on the couch beside him, crossing your legs.

-xoxo-

“We’re all alone for a bit, baby. I told Hongjoong-ah to take the boys out to dinner so we could have a little...quality time~” You coo once the two of you get inside his and Wooyoung’s shared room. You pushed him against a wall, dropping your bag carelessly to the floor as you pressed your lips to the underside of his jaw.

Yeosang’s head fell back against the wall, eyes half lidded as he watched you kiss down his jaw. A low sound close to a purr left your lips as you palmed him through his sweatpants. He let out a whine, blushing as he was once again hit with the scent of your perfume. That and the heated way you’d been eyeing him all night had him rock hard already and the two of you hadn’t even done anything yet.

"You're already fully hard, Yeosang-ah...were you expecting me to have you all alone? Hm?" You tease against his Adam's apple, dipping your hand into his pants as you waited for a response.

"N-no, I...ah, it's embarrassing-" he bit his lip, and you noticed the way his cheeks darkened when you look up to meet his eyes.

Curious, you cock a brow, dipping your hand into his lowered zipper to slide his cock out of his boxers. He let out a small choked groan when you grabbed his heated skin, a moan falling from his lips as you slowly stroked him.

"Embarrassing? What is?"

"I...I sometimes get hard when I smell your perfume, Noona. I-it reminds me of you." He muttered, closing his eyes so he wouldn't have to face you. You blink in surprise before kissing him, swallowing down the surprised moan that left his lips as you stroked him faster.

"That's so cute, Yeo." You growl against his soft lips, running your thumb along the length of the thick vein at the underside of his cock. Yeosang jolted in your arms, brows knotting up as he resisted the urge to thrust into your hand.

"C-cute?"

"You had my sweater this whole time, too...Did you think of me in that way when you wore it?" You press, pulling away from his lips long enough to watch his face. Your brows go up as the cogs in your head spun.

“Did you wear my sweater when played the night you sent me that video?”

Yeosang sent you a small, embarrassed look before he looked away quickly, thinking of a few days prior when he stroked himself to completion, his face buried in the high, oversized neck of your sweater.

"Ah~? You did? You're too much. You keep on, and I'll eat you alive." You tease, licking at his lips. He may not have responded, but the look on his face said it all.

"Y-you don't think it's weird?" Yeosang looked down at you, searching your eyes. He was met with a sweltering look that nearly melted him on the spot.

"Absolutely not. I would've loved to see you in my oversized sweater, all flustered and moaning for me as you cum…"You trail off and a thought pops into your head, your eyes widening as a smile tugged at your lips. Yeosang noticed the look and swallowed hard.

That look usually came right before particularly earth-shattering evenings.

"Yeosangie~ You should go change. I want you in nothing but my sweater, okay?" You order, moving out of his space. It had gotten too hot on the drive home and he had taken it off while in the car, content to cuddle with you in lieu of curling up in the big sweater.

He whined in displeasure at the loss of both your body heat and your hand on his cock, but he moved quickly, plucking his t-shirt off first. He stepped hastily out of his sweatpants, but paused at his boxers, blushing hard as he toyed with the waistband.

“N-Noona, can we...can we do that tonight?” He inquired, looking in your direction. His breath caught when he found you had already yanked your shirt over your head, tossing it aside carelessly (Wooyoung would forgive you for the mess later). You held his gaze, making sure to take your time peeling off your high waisted joggers, leaving you clad in nothing but your bra and lace boyshorts you wore underneath the snugly fit pants, the colors contrasting beautiful with your skin tone.

“Do what, baby?” You hum, crossing the distance between you both in long strides. Yeosang licks his suddenly dry lips as you press against his back, your breasts squishing against it as you wrapped your arms around him, settling your hands over his.

“A-ah...you’re gonna make me say it?” He stammered, whining when you pulled his boxers down, one hand going back around his cock while the other gently squeezed one of his ass cheeks.

“I am, especially since you still haven’t done what I told you to do.” You tease, dragging your nails over his cheek, your thumb rolling over the head of his cock. He shuddered and groaned, squirming in your arms, subtly pressing his hips closer to your hand, thrusting in and out of your fist until you placed a warning nip to his shoulder.

“Yeosang, don’t make me repeat myself.” Your voice was a low warning, and he whined, looking back at you.

“Are...are you going to...p-peg me, Y/n?” He mumbled. You giggle from behind him, loving the way the tips of his ears reddened from asking.

“Baby boy, did you think I wouldn’t?” You hum, kissing over the small area you nipped at before, rewarding him by stroking him faster. Yeosang groaned, knees buckling slightly as you pumped his cock in your hand, kneading his cheek.

“Noona’ll take real good care of you, Yeosangie. Now, go do what I told you to do.” You remind him of your original instruction, slapping his ass as encouragement as you stepped away once more. Yeosang yelped and nodded, moving over to the small tote he brought out with him when he left for the venue. Inside of it was a thick, oversized sweater.

You stood back, a satisfied smile on your face as Yeosang slid the camel-colored sweater on over his head, turning to face you once he was finished.

On you, it went down mid thigh, the sleeves large enough to completely conceal your arms if you put them down. Yeosang was a few inches taller than you, so the sweater stopped just below the curve of his ass. The tips of his fingers poked out from under the sleeves, and you noticed the way he ducked half of his face into the high collar, shuffling under your appreciating gaze.

“Lay down for me on your bed.” Your voice was a low purr, and Yeosang swallowed thickly, feeling his dick twitch in interest before he nodded, hurrying up to his own bed. You made your way to the duffle bag you dropped at the door when you came in, pushing past all your miscellaneous items to find a satin drawstring bag at the bottom. You picked it out, smiling as you made your way back to the bed, climbing up the ladder in a slow ascent, like a lioness stalking closer to her prey.

Yeosang was seated in the middle of his bed, the soft cotton of your sweater covering his hardness. When he saw your head pop up, he shuffled onto his back, shyly pulling at the ends of your sweater to hide himself.

“Ah, don’t be shy. Show me what you did before.” You instructed, climbing over until you were seated at his left, eyes half lidded as you watched him. He looked up at you, his face still obscured by the collar of your sweater. You ran your hand up his thighs, humming at the way they flexed under your touch. They were toned from his dancing, and you would love to take time to appreciate them tonight, but you had other plans.

“C’mon, baby boy. Spread your legs.” You urged, tapping his knee with his fingers. Yeosang bit his lip and nodded, spreading his legs obediently for you.

“Good. Now play with yourself just like how you did before.”

Yeosang nodded, reaching down to wrap his hands around his cock, stroking himself slowly. He let out a small sigh, finally relieved. When he inhaled, he was reminded that he was surrounded by the scent of you, and he felt his cock twitch in his hand.

“You’re tone...its so low, baby. Were you quiet in the hotel room?” You inquire, your eyes drifting up to his face. He moaned shakily and nodded, keening when you ran a hand through his hair fondly.

“Louder, you don’t have to be quiet now that I’m here.” You told him, smiling as he let out a loud moan, stroking himself faster. He closed his eyes, your name falling from his lips as he spread his legs wider, sticking his fingers in his mouth.

You sit back on your haunches, watching as he swirled his tongue around his fingers, his strokes slowing down as he moved his other hand down, his slick fingers circling his pucker. Your eyes darken, biting your lip as you watched him push two long digits into himself. A small whine left his mouth as he spread his legs wider, eyes closing as he stretched and stroked himself. You noticed the way he turned his head, burying his nose in the collar of your sweater, his soft moans turning into desperate whines.

He wanted more already.

You couldn’t help the small laugh that fell from your lips.

“You’re not used to doing it yourself, hm? Here, I’ll help you, Yeo-ya.”

You crawled between his legs, gently pulling his hand away, lips pursing as he whined at the loss of fingers inside of him. You pulled the satin sack you’d brought up closer to yourself, your hand brushing past the main attraction for a moment as you grabbed the bottle beside it, pulling out a half full bottle of lube.

Yeosang watched you, his hands still slowly stroking himself as you lubed up your own fingers, sliding two slick digits in. A small, needy moan left his lips as you curled and stretched your fingers apart. His hand stilled on his cock, and you noticed the way he clenched around you.

“Pull the collar down, look at me.” You order, your own voice strained as you resisted the ever growing urge to grab your strap on and fuck him into the mattress.

Soon.

For now, you wanted to make him beg you for it.

Yeosang nodded, pulling the oversized collar down to expose his flushed face. He looked at you through his chestnut colored bangs, hips twitching as you rewarded him with a third finger.

“P-Please, noona...don’t tease me, I need it.”

“Mm? Need what?” Your lips curl at the way he groans, choosing to press your fingers down, stroking over his prostate. He gasped, thrusting into his own hand as you began massaging the sensitive bundle, leaning over him to press your lips against his cheek, quickening your fingers inside of him.

“Ah! P-please, Y/n!”

“Tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you~” You sang, knocking his hand away from his cock to stroke him yourself. He panted, sweat making his hair stick to his forehead as he pressed his face between your breasts, kissing between the soft mounds.

“Ah, flattery won’t get you anywhere tonight, baby. Words will.” You scolded, slowing your hands down. He shook his head, squeezing you tight against him as he blushed, hiding his face fully between your breasts as he spoke.

“I need you inside of me, noona. Please?”

"Very good, Yeosang~"

You kiss the corner of his eye, your lips against his birthmark as you pull your fingers out of him. Sitting back, you move your attention to the satin pouch once more, pulling the harness for the strap on out. Yeosang watched you, squirming as you situated the purple dildo into the harness. You notice the way his legs subtly spread wider, a low hum leaving your throat.

“I didn’t even tell you to do anything yet and you’re already spreading your legs wider? Do you like it that much?” You tease, spreading a liberal coat of lube onto the toy before you crawl between his legs, your knees settled between his thighs as you watched him nod.

“I can’t help it, Y/n...you make it feel so good.” He admitted, his lisp more pronounced than ever as he spoke. You lick your lips, bearing over his body to kiss him slowly, savoring the way he melted below you. He parted his lips, groaning against your mouth as your tongue met his, neither of you fighting for control of the kiss. A small whine left the back of his throat as you pressed the head of the silicone dick against his hole, pushing into him slowly.

Yeosang mewled against your lips, breaking the kiss to look down at where your hips met, his back arched slightly as you rolled your hips slowly. You push at his chest lightly, making him lie down flat as you sat back, holding his thighs firmly.

“You always take me so well, Yeosangie.” You coo, your hips meeting his thighs with every thrust as you moved them faster, lips curling up as Yeosang groaned louder, closing his eyes as he tugged at the sheets.

“N-noona, it feels good. I w-was thinking about this so much..." he breathed, closing his eyes as his body rocked slightly, hips subtly moving down to meet your thrusts. You smile fondly at him, listening to his moaning quicken as you trail a hand up the sweater, lightly running your hand over his lithe, toned stomach.

A moan caught in his throat as you tweaked his nipple lightly, a small cat-like smile on your face. You continued to toy with the small brown nub until it was fully perked and puffy from the attention. Yeosang reached for his cock ahead as you moved your hand to the other bud.

"Ah, no touching anymore, Sangie. You're gonna cum from my strap alone." You purr, knocking his hand away. He opened his eyes, his lips wet and plump from him biting and licking them throughout the night.

"Y-you want me-ahh fuck please!-t-to cum untouched?" He groaned, pausing mid sentence to collect himself as you snapped your hips forward, rocking faster and harder into him.

"Absolutely~ You've done it before for me, y’know." You remind him, sliding your hand from under the sweater to hold his hips. He opened his mouth to respond, but all that came out were airy, whiny moans as you slammed into that electric bundle once more.

"Fuck! Right there!"

"Oh ho~? Such naughty language. Did I hit something good?" You tease, pressing closer to him, rocking into him as hard and fast as you could. Yeosang cried out below you, fists balled up in the sheets as he pulled them, desperately wishing he could stroke himself.

"Please don't stop, Y/n. Don't stop, don't stop, a-ahhn~ " he groaned, unable to keep his eyes open as the pleasure took over him. His toes curled, his knees trembling as he felt himself growing closer and closer, his legs wrapping around your waist to keep you close.

"Does it feel good? Will you cum?" You hum, tilting your head to the side as you watch him. He whined and nodded, thighs trembling around your waist. You ran a hand up the side of one of them, the other cupping his cheek as you bent over, caressing his face as he looked up at you through hazy eyes. He nodded, his lip tucked tightly between his teeth as he tried to stifle the desperation in his whimpers the more the toy abused and pressed against his prostate.

“Let go for me, baby. Let me hear it.” You urge him, kissing all over his face as he arched his back, clinging to you for dear life as his moans grew once more in volume. He tucked his head in between the junction between your neck and shoulder, shuddering as he whined, the smell of sex, sweat, and Amber Romance making his mind completely fuzzy.

“Y/n-! I c-can’t hold on anymore, I-”

“Cum for me, baby.” You finally gave him the ‘ok’, putting your palms at either side of his head as you rocked wildly into him, smiling as the bed creaked from the change of pace. Yeosang threw his head back, a broken half-scream leaving his lips as an earth shattering orgasm rolled over him.

You hold yourself down, pressed deep inside of him as you watch the way his face changes, his brows pinched up and his eyes screwed tightly shut as his cum messily landed on both of your stomachs.

You stayed right there, hips joined with his ass as you watched him slowly fall back to the bed, a small smile tugging at the corner of your lips. Yeosang let out a small sound of protest as you went to pull away, easing the slick toy out of him.

“You did so good, Yeosangie.” You praise, cupping his cheek to kiss him lightly. Yeosang blushed and smiled, kissing you back. There was no push for dominance, just both of you enjoying each other’s warmth.

You ran the tips of your fingers over his abdomen, smiling at the way the toned muscle underneath flexed at your tough. You scooped up the remains of his pearl-colored release, winking at his flushed face as you licked it off of them.

“You’re sweet~ Someone’s been eating well~” You tease, laughing as he swatted weakly at you, blushing.

“Oh my god, I can’t believe you just-”

You burst into laughter with him, kissing him lightly as you laid down on top of him, smiling widely. The laughter died down and you caressed his face, your expression softening as he looked up at you.

“I never took care of you, Y/n.” He mused after a comfortable silence stretched between you two. You hummed, remembering the telltale ache between your thighs.

“Ah, but you’re probably sensitive. It’s okay-”

His hands wrapped around your waist as he met your eyes, biting his lip.

“I want to make you feel good, too. It’s not fair if only I cum.”

You sit up, looking at him before you tossed a leg over his waist, straddling him. He moved to put his hands on your waist, but you caught them, placing them above his head. He watched you, teasingly running his tongue over one of your nipples before you could pull away. A small moan left your lips before you rolled your hips down over his reawakening cock, smiling at the sharp inhale that came from him.

“So sensitive, but you want to please me? What did I do to deserve such an amazing boyfriend?” You praise, rolling your hips to and fro until he was fully hard and panting already. Satisfied, you held his cock up, sending him a sultry look as you sank down on him.

“Oh my god.”both of you gasp in unison. Yeosang forced himself to keep his eyes open, whimpering as he watched you rise and fall, unsure where to focus his attention on.

Your face with those intense eyes gazing holes through him as you clenched around him, greedily keeping every inch of his cock inside of you even as you rolled your hips faster?

Your breasts, jiggling from the motions as you braced yourself with your hands on his abdomen, palms splayed out across his toned stomach?

His eyes eventually landed between your legs, a choked sound leaving his mouth as he watched his cock disappear and reappear every time you rose and fell on his cock.

“D-do you like what you see, Yeo-ya? Look at how wet you made Noona~” You tease, shifting so you set your hands on his thighs behind you, leaning your body back so you were on full display for him, smiling wildly at the way he gripped the bars of his bed to keep himself from touching you, breathing hard through his nose as he felt himself getting lost in your wet heat.

“I l-love it, Noona...Thank you s-so much- ahhh fuck” He rose his hips, meeting you with hard thrusts every time you came down, and part of you wanted to snap your hips down and tease him for not being able to keep still, but the desperate look on his face made you go easy on him this time.

You close your eyes, nails raking over his thighs as you sped up your own bouncing as well, thighs trembling as you felt your own orgasm getting closer and closer. Yeosang didn’t let up, keeping his hands on the bars as the sound of skin on skin flooded the room once more, coupled by your combined shaky moans as your release drew closer.

“Yeosang!” You clenched down, eyes screwing shut as you felt that coil finally snap, eyes fluttering as you came hard. Yeosang cursed from below you, his grip white knuckled on the bars as he stopped his thrusts, whining.

You open your eyes, looking down at him before smiling lazily, tilting your head.

“Oh? Stopped yourself just for me?” You hum, caressing his thighs idly. You noticed the scratches there and smiled. The stylists wouldn’t yell at you much for them since it was autumn and soon to be winter and no one would be seeing Yeosang’s legs any time soon, anyway.

“I...I need permission so I can-” He grit his teeth, a desperate look on his face as he looked up at you. You studied him for a moment before smiling, pushing yourself off of his thighs and crawling up his body to get back into his face, kissing him tenderly as you nodded.

“Do it. Cum for me baby.” You urge him with a sharp rise and fall of your hips. Yeosang groaned and resumed his wild thrusting up, desperate for his second release as his cock slid in and out of your dripping cunt. You lowered your lips to his ear, moaning praise and encouragement to him as his hips stuttered.

With a strangled, near breathless cry of your name, you felt heat flood inside of you and purred, teasingly clenching around Yeosang as he came.

“N-Noona….” He panted, finally letting his sweaty head drop to the pillow, spent and out of breath. You hum above him, treating him to butterfly kisses all across his face and neck as he came down, still fully seated with him inside of you.

“You did so good for me~ Maybe I should go on trips and leave you with my ‘girlfriend sweaters’ more often if this is what I come back to~” You joke, rolling your hips experimentally. Yeosang weakly grabbed your hips to still you, shaking his head.

“A-ah, no...If you could not, that would be great. In fact, I’d like it a lot more if you stayed with me.” He pouted. You smile and kissed his pouty lips, wrapping your arms around his neck once he moved to sit up.

“I get it, I get it. We should shower before the others get back.” You suggest, finally lifting your hips and letting his cock slide out of you. Yeosang whined at the loss, but nodded regardless.

“Sounds good, Y/n.” He nodded, finally peeling your sweater off as the two of you made your way down the bunk. Yeosang moved to grab the towels for you both when you suddenly remembered one of your purchases while you and Mingi were in Incheon.

“Oh~ While I was in Incheon, I picked up some new perfume~ Maybe we should go sweater shopping soon too, hm~” You purr, grabbing his ass suggestively as you walked by. Yeosang froze for a moment, watching your backside as you left.

After a moment, he followed closely after you, a blush on his cheeks at the idea of more nights like this, being pressed against the mattress with the scent of you flooding his senses.

The thought alone made him shudder, and he was more than happy to try it out, though nothing could compare to the warm feeling that bloomed through his body as he thought of you and your Amber Romance.

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its a date but its not a date

fandom: My Hero Academia/ Boku No Hero Academia word count: 3.8k/oneshot rating: t summary: hizashi takes shouta to a little festival and insists its not a date... just pure fluff bc <3

ship: Aizawa Shouta/ Hizashi Yamada | Erasermic

note: this reads better in AO3 because it keeps formatting for italics, which tumblr does not!

AO3

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Yamada Hizashi wasn’t a timid person – it wasn’t even a quirk thing, it was just his nature, and it was something he was proud of. Sure, he’d been called loud and obnoxious, and some have been less than kind about his quirk when it’s gotten out of control. His quirk control wasn’t great for a very long time, but none of what he’d been called or heard had really changed the way he carries himself, and that includes his extroverted nature.

He was, however, a panicked person, when it came to matters of interest .

Love.

Whatever .

And, because love was the one thing that made him think twice about what he says, what he does or doesn’t do, that has landed him in the exact predicament that he’s facing right now.

Hizashi tapped his pen against his essay, the half filled pages of his stationary blurring together into a mass of lines and half-assed penmanship. He’d been staring at it for the past five minutes, when he’d given up on trying to ignore his annoying problem.

Shouta .

It’s been getting harder to ignore the stupid pull of something he’s recently identified as yearning that comes every time he thinks of his best friend. Stronger than any hurricane gale, it pulls in every thought he has until there are no more to be had. Just Shouta, and his messy hair, and the eyes he thinks are pretty despite always being so blood-shot.

Hizashi groans, faintly feeling heat spill across his cheeks. “God, why must I be so fucked?”

It’s not like he’s even asking him out on a date – no, he’s not bold enough to do that in their last year and semester of school– there’s no need for distractions like that right now, whatever outcome may or may not come from it…. no, he’s just asking to take Shouta to the Autumn festival at the park, because Shouta should do something fun and get out of his room and not explode from stress.

The poor guy has been spending all his time studying and stressing and sleeping even less , so of course Hizashi would want to help his friend out and get him to relax.

Yeah, that’s what it was – one friend asking another friend out because stress is bad.

That doesn’t change the nervous skip in his heart right now, as he sits at his desk and thinks about…

Hizashi groans again, tipping back in his chair and hooking his foot against the back of his desk so that he’s less likely to tumble. Theoretically, at least.

Why does it feel so significant right now? He’d asked Shouta to do countless things with him! He’d gotten him to agree to go to the movies a bunch of times, and to a party or two, and, most recently, he’d even been able to rope him into going to a karaoke club! He didn’t sing, they left earlier than he’d planned, but Shouta had fun!

Hizashi narrowed his eyes at the white ceiling and the ceiling fan that whirled past his vision, playing with the very edge of the wooden panel that kept him from tumbling onto his carpet.

This wasn’t supposed to mean anything, but somehow it did.

It felt like a declaration, no matter how he phrased it in his head, and he doesn’t understand the logic behind it.

Fine. Whatever! I’ll just ask, and be blunt, and do it right before I leave so there’s no room for thinking, and it’ll be okay!

Something like, “Hey, Shouta, let’s go to this festival! It’ll be so much fun! PLUS, I think you’ll look cute sharing cocoa with me!”

Hizashi’s eyes widened, his foot slipped in that one moment of lost focus, and he fell –

“ Fuck!”

It was a little too loud, bordering on quirk use, but he had other problems to think about beside that .

He rubbed the back of his head.

“Man…”

If he can’t even imagine it the right way… how was he supposed to actually ask? It would be pretty stupid to try when he knew he could act a little too carelessly and, potentially, damage the good friendship they had going on.It was probably better left un-asked.

Unsaid, un-asked, and out of mind.

It was most certainly not out of mind, that is clear.

Shouta is sitting across from him, half-mast eyes scanning the copy of his English text book in a way that looked a lot more performative than informative. Their booth was tucked more toward the back of the cafe, and it would normally be a bit more secluded and quiet, but midterms brought students from the woodwork and into any coffee-scented establishment, which their happened to be.

What great luck.

All around them was the sound of machines grinding coffee, books being shifted around, and light conversation in between bouts of half-silences – and a heavy vale of constant movement that proved to be less than ideal for studying, despite all the students trying to do just that .

It was to be expected this time of year, but it was still enough to bother Shouta. He concentrated better with silence, and he happened to be struggling a lot more on English than he does on his other subjects.

Hizashi, thankfully, understood the material enough for the both of them and then some, and already finished his homework – the papers in front of him were notes, ready to be explained the moment Shouta needed it, with hand-writing that was still pretty bad but…

For Shouta, he’d made an effort. The result was somewhat-legible scribbles lining the papers, and when he referenced it, Shouta didn’t have to ask too many questions about, “what is this right here?”

“I’m not going to pass.”

Hizashi turned his eyes to Shouta, like he hadn’t been trying to find a reason to look at him longer. He was wearing a big, thick red scarf, which his hair was somewhat tucked into. He didn’t look up, he just kept his eyes on his text book. His irises weren’t moving on the page.

“Oh man, don’t say that! How’d you think you’re gonna pass if you don’t believe in yourself?”

“It’s because I don’t believe in myself.”

Hizashi grabbed his warm cocoa and took a sip, if only to busy his hands with something . “Shouta! I don’t like this type of negativity!”

“Well, you’ve chosen the wrong friendship then.”

“Or, maybe, the right one!”

Shouta looked up, and Hizashi held his gaze. His eyes had been given a break over the past few days of written work, so the redness that often lined them was almost completely gone.

His skin looked soft too…

His hair, it was fluffy and cute, also..

“Hizashi?”

He’d been staring and not talking and he leaned back into his seat like a magnet to metal. He started laughing, holding his drink up to his face. “Well, maybe I can cheer you up! What are friends for, right? And maybe it will turn that attitude around, ya think?”

“You’re not making any sense?”

Hizashi hated that it was true but there’s no going back now – his mouth was ten steps ahead of him anyway, and not even he could stop it.

He smiled widely at Shouta. “I mean, maybe I’m here to make sure you don’t stress yourself out so much! You always do so much but never check yourself, and I’m here to fix that!”

Shouta huffed, head bobbing just a bit. Then he smirked and Hizashi had to concentrate on his breathing. “And how do you propose you’d do that?”

Oh, it was so easy – this was the opportunity the gods gave him after seeing him fall on his ass just a few days before.

Hizashi leaned forward, and set his elbows down on his notes, a hot cocoa between them. “One word. Festival .”

Shouta’s eyebrows quirked down just a bit, and he tilted his head to the side, his hair tilting with him. “Festival?”

“What do ya say? The park next to my neighborhood has one this weekend, and it’s free, and there’s food, and I really wanna go!”

Hizashi grew pink at the admission, fought against the urge to cover his mouth, but Shouta didn’t comment.

Then, a little surprisingly, instead of arguing or finding reasons why it wasn’t logical to take time away from studies so close to exams, he gave him a smile.

A small, intentional, Shouta smile. “Sure.”

Hizashi tried to not sound over-enthused – just nodded his head and almost squeezed his cup too hard. “Yes! I finally got you to agree to do something!”

“You always get me to do things.”

“Yes, and I did it again!”

Shouta rolled his eyes, and turned his attention back down to the English he’d never really understand.

Hizashi was certain he looked fine. He wasn’t sure if it was great , but it was probably fine, and whatever.

Beside, had many other things to worry about, that were a lot more important than whether or not his shirt matched his shoes. Like, for one, how he still couldn’t quite shake the feeling of significance .

It was back, that nagging intrusion into his thoughts that insisted that something was supposed to be different this time. As he looked over his outfit in his body mirror, pulling over his heavy, long jacket, he had to remind himself that there was nothing different about today. Even if he really, in his heart, wanted there to be something different.

Huh.

So maybe the difference was the amount of yearning – Hizashi sighed, thinking about his feelings last year and comparing them to now.

He huffed, a huge sigh finally making itself known.

Yeah, the feelings he had now were bigger and grander than they’d been last year and they threatened to take over his life if he let them…

Hizashi sighed, rubbed his hands over his face, and pushed his hair back only to reveal his pink, flustered expression to its fullest.

“Sweet lord, have mercy on me! I am an idiot with a crush!”

He collapsed onto his bed and waited out the last of the thirty minutes before Shouta was going to arrive at his door.

Shouta knocked, and Hizashi was already ready – his heart doing flips like he’d never experienced, but oddly enough, it didn’t feel bad. It felt exciting, and loving, and when he opened the door to the crisp autumn air, it felt like home .

Stop that!

Shouta, for all his questionable outfits, looked nice . And he always looked nice, but now he was wearing black boots, and brown khakis that somehow sort of matched Hizashi’s own, and a black tee underneath a black jacket.

He never went anywhere in the cold without a scarf, either, and today was no exception. A red variety was ceremoniously draped around his neck, loose enough to not be covering his face.

Hizashi tried not to beam, but felt the shape his eyes took at the other and knew it wasn’t working. “Ready?!” He asked, a little too loud.

“Yes… you said it was close, right? At the park?”

Hizashi nodded, stepping out and slipping his hand into a pocket to make sure he had his keys and wallet. Confirming quickly, he shut the door behind him, again, with a little too much enthusiasm.

He was buzzing . Some type of energy that he normally had built up in him, that he normally kept pretty good reins on, was taking over –

He was so excited, but, even more – he was just happy .

He looked to Shouta, and smiled, and then led the way down his steps and onto the quiet street. The sky was clear, save for some cloud further down on the horizon. The trees were starting to make themselves barren, and the smell of wood burning fires started to break out as soon as the sun hit its peak.

The neighborhood, secluded and at peace, was quiet, and Shouta walked beside him in comfort.

Hizashi never struggled to say anything, and now is no different – except it is, when he thinks he’ll say something dumb like “hey i like you so much, you make my world right, also I love you. ”

He can’t say that.

But he really, really wants to.

He’s wanted to for years, and he’s almost said it more than once, and now he’s let the silence build around them…

Shouta often takes mercy on him, and so he did it again this time. Their pace was slow and there was a little bit of space between them, and he sighs. “This is really nice.”

Hizashi smiles, keeps his eyes on the road as it winds forward. “I’m glad you think so! We’ve stressed so much, it’s a good weekend getaway, don’t you think?”

Shouta laughs – it’s more of a chuckle, but it’s a laugh where Shouta is concerned. “Yeah, you’re right. I needed this, a lot, I think…”

They reach the corner, looking for cars that weren’t coming. The crest of trees a few blocks ahead could be seen above rooftops, and that’s where Hizashi fixes his gaze. “Me too,” he says softly, and leaves it at that because he’s always on the verge of too many words.

“You seem really… energized.”

Hizashi fumbles with his hands, pretending to warm them up and not like he’s nervous. “When am I not!”

Shouta hums, and it’s so deep and close that it makes Hizashi wish he could just…

But then Shouta reaches out, and grabs at the hands Hizashi is cradling in front of him, blunt and to the point. He takes Hizashi’s left hand and slots their fingers together in his right, and Hizashi knows he can feel the clamminess…

He looks back, sputtering, his heart erratic, “Shou – wha– I’m –”

Does he know this is messing with me?

And Shouta, in that calm, stupid way he always carries himself, smiles. “Maybe that’s what I’m here for.”

He squeezes their hands, and Hizashi must look confused because Shouta laughs.

“You always try to bring me up, so I think I can help bring you calm… You seem nervous, so,” he looked at their hands, swung them just a bit for emphasis. “Calm.”

Hizashi feels every bit of himself crumble, falls away like a cliff against a storm, and smiles because it’s all he can do. He blushes and he can feel how it spreads, and he doesn’t say anything because every sentence ends in I love you .

The festival was a pleasant and home-y affair, and after they’d gotten there, they’d learned that it was quite bigger than either of them anticipated. Though it was still a neighborhood one, hosted by the local families and park itself, it was still filled to every corner.

They’d gotten there during the peak of the sun, but it quickly descended as they wove in and out of the scattered foot traffic. The air was crisper where the lake sat in the center of the park, and the trees casted half shadows around the food and merchant vendors.

They were walking around for less than an hour before the lanterns and torches were starting to light around them.

Shouta still held Hizashi’s hand, and once he’d accepted the lovely fact, he’d loosened up enough to feel like his mouth wasn’t going to get him into trouble.

“Wow! Shou! Look!” He pointed out, across the deep blue lake, to the hovering lights that surrounded it.

Shouta hummed warmly. “It looks very nice.”

Hizashi was still smiling, still enamored by the lights as they floated out across his vision – the way the cool air from the dipping sun brushed against his skin and somehow made all the warmth in him that much warmer.

He quickly cast his eyes down to Shouta, and found him looking at him.

Hizashi’s ears burned and he looked away really fast, heart thumping deep in the cage of his chest.

Oh don’t you dare say it. Don’t you DARE.

“Um…” He said softly, intentionally because otherwise his quirk might get the best of him – he didn’t know if he was embarrassed by his enthusiasm, or by the way Shouta was watching him, but it all went away when Shouta tugged them along the side of the lake.

It’s a few more moments before Hizashi gathers up the right words to say – the ones that aren’t gushy and filled with emotions he’s certain Shouta wouldn’t reflect.

“So!” He starts, looking around now that they were near the cluster of food stands. The air was filled with burning wood, meat, sauce, alive with the sound of simmering and laughter. “Want food? My treat! We can’t walk away without trying everything at least once!”

“I didn’t know you were rich enough to do that.”

Hizashi chuckled. “I’m serious, though. Whatever you want!”

Hizashi ignored the eyes tilted his way, right before leading off to Hizashi’s right. Hizashi turns around enough to look at the little stand and it’s cloth menu.

It was a takoyaki shop, with different bao, and there was no line.

Hizashi smiled, and it was his turn to tug Shouta forward. He couldn’t really look at him, not just yet any way, but he could hear the light lilt in his voice when he ordered from the kind eyed older man at the register. Hizashi made his order quickly, and paid, and they walked away with various stacks of food.

It wasn’t even a question where they’d go, and they found a spot under a tree to sit with their food.

The grass was cut, and the little hill they sat on overlooked a great deal of the sprawling festival that surrounded them. Up here, the voices that surrounded them, the chatter, the laughter that Hizashi was not interested in, was duller – muted, and when Shouta hummed in hungry appreciation at his bao, it made his heart ache all the more.

He snuck a look to his right, graced by the mercy of Shouta closing his eyes. He’d just taken a bite, had unravelled most of his scarf to do so, and was now enjoying it for all it’s worth.

Hizashi’s eyes softened at the sight.

God.

And Shouta opened his eyes, in his direction like he just knew.

Hizashi looked down and took his bao. “This looks good! I should eat like this more.”

“You should take me to more festivals, too.”

Hizashi choked a bit – he recovered fast, and cast a glance toward Shouta. “Sure thing!”

This feeling...

Maybe this is what he had been feeling – the lead up to whatever moment this was. The way Shouta really took the time to look at him, not through him. Like he was paying attention.

Maybe…

Hizashi held his oversized bao in both hands and looked forward. It suddenly didn’t feel like such a bad idea to speak. To say whatever it was that he was going to say, because for Shouta, it would always be okay…

Didn’t make him feel any more at ease, not with the stupid thought in his head that maybe he was misreading whatever today was. Who knows, maybe Shouta always paid attention to him like this? And sure, the hands thing… that was new, but maybe Shouta just really likes holding hands but he needs to be comfortable with the person, and now after three years he’s finally comfortable with Hizashi?

If you’re gonna say something…

“Hey,” he started.

Say it now.

“I’m having a really good time.”

He doesn’t take his wide, blown-out eyes from the festival. It was dark enough that every lantern stood out like little stars, and the breeze was so nice…

“If you want… we can, um, do this again. I’ll find another festival, but I can’t guarantee it’ll be free this time, but I’ll try! And I’ll see if I can sneak in some home made food too so we can spend more money on like, cute stuff from the merchants. I saw this plush down there, actually, and it was a cat , so maybe –”

No, Hizashi wasn’t a timid person – but, still , it was probably for the best that Shouta was the first one to move. He grabbed Hizashi’s hand, urging it away from the bao so that he could hold it again.

He’d pulled his attention to the forefront, and his eyes to finally meet his, and he realized that Shouta had moved so much closer…

The dark of his eyes was so close, and he was smiling …

“You talk a lot when you’re nervous.”

There wasn’t a way to hide the flush, so Hizashi looked down, feeling too open. “I’m sorry…”

He couldn’t see his eyes, but he could see his smile. “I like it, though.”

“What about if I say I like you... Will you still like it?”

Please…!

Shouta didn’t leave him any time to doubt.

“It makes it a lot easier… for me to say I like you, too… yeah, I’d like it…”

Hizashi’s entire body was fireworks – explosions and exclamations and that same buzzing energy that gripped him every time he thought of Shouta. He grinned, and looked up to see Shouta was just as embarrassed and flustered as he was.

He’d normally have to look away, but he assumed he had permission now, and…

God you’re so pretty…

His eyes, his eyelashes, the way his eyes bend against his smile and how he’d never seen him smile like this before…

Hizashi abandoned the bao in his lap and pushed away the hair that framed his face, slowly, not sure if it was too much to hold his face –

“I’m – I’m sorry, can I?”

Shouta nodded. “And you can kiss me too, in case you weren’t sure…”

That was all the reason he needed.

He’d had so many reasons, so many countless reasons he loved him...

He cupped his jaw, still acutely aware of the way Shouta was still holding on to his hand in the grass –

It was cold, that was true, but right now he was warm with nerves and excitement and love , and he leaned in –

His breath, so warm –

His lips, so soft –

And neither of them were particularly experienced or daring, so after a few seconds when he finally parted their lips just a bit, they pulled away, just enough to speak.

“Mmm, you taste like bao,” he said, and then wished someone was there in his brain to stop whatever dumb shit was trying to get out.

Shouta just laughed. “So do you.”

The rest of their night was spent on that hill, kissing and talking and, eventually, finishing their food. When they finally left, Hizashi found that plush cat at the vendor near the entrance of the park and gave it to Shouta. Shouta blushed, and Hizashi glowed with comfortable warmth, glad that he can now get cute things for his boyfriend.

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don’t let us go

summary: you and johnny are going through a crisis, to save the relationship you both write a letter saying everything that you love about each other.

inspired on “a marriage story” but not that much

words: +1,5k

tags: lil angst, very fluffy

The rutine, him leaving for long periods of time, you studying full time and stress were slowly killing your relationship with johnny, and you didn’t liked that. Almost four years together shouldn’t just vanish like that and the idea of breaking up was in both heads, but the love was there too. In dispair, you called your friend, a therapist, and asked for an advice.

“i’m so frustrated, i can’t let this go” you cried on the phone. “he’s the love of my life and i don’t even know if he’s happy being with me anymore” you tried to hold your whimpers, your boyfriend was sleeping on the room next door and you didn’t wanted him to find you crying in the bathroom.

“y/n you know i’m not a couple therapist” you could hear her brain working from the other side of the phone “but you should try writing a letter with all the things you love about him, maybe that could help you both to remember why you two are still together” suddenly, the sky was a little clearer “Johnny should do that too, and then, you know, read it out loud” you went silent and started to consider it. You didn’t have anything to lose, and it could really help, it could be your last chance.

After saying goodbye to your friend and wipping your face, you went back to bed. But your mind was restless so you decided to do the only thing that would make you fall sleep at an instant, so you buried yourself in your boyfriends chest only to be hugged by his sleepy self.

Days went by and everything was still tense, no cuddles, only goodbye kisses, and sharing dinner out of habit. It was getting on your nerves how calm he was about the whole situation so, one friday night, while you were watching tv together on the couch, with the dog in the middle, you decided to speak.

“Johnny, can we talk?” he nodded, turned off the tv and changed his position to face you. “Sure baby, whats on you mind?” you couldn’t look at his eyes, if you do all the tears you were holding will come out.

“Don’t you feel something is wrong...with us?” he looked down, and suddenly grabbed you by your hands and make you look at him in the eyes. “breaking up it’s the last thing on my mind y/n, so if you’re trying to get rid of me i’m not going to let you” he blurted and you both giggled. “you’re not getting rid of me neither, i love you”. With a different attitude and a lot more calmed you told him your friend’s idea.

“I don’t know, it could work but” he paused “it would change something?” you looked at his eyes, those honey orbs, who where flowing with love for you and you smiled. “we’ll have to try”.

You wrote your letter on the living room and he wrote his on your shared bedroom. Two years ago you bought this apartment together and you felt at home at the very first instant, every corner of it has pictures of you and him, and of course of your little puppy, who Johnny brought home not even a year ago, when he went on tour, to keep you company. When you finished you went to check on your boyfriend.

“I just finished babe, are you ready?” he turned around, his eyes red “just a few more minutes”. You stood in the door for a second, with a knot in your throat. He looked so devastated, Johnny was a very emotional person but you never saw him cry out of genuine sadness, it broke your heart. You closed the door and went to sat on the couch, immediately your dog jumped in your lap and looked at your face, and just like that you shed a few tears. A little bit more of ten minutes passed when he came out of the room to sit in front of you, two paper sheets on his trembling hand.

“rock, paper, scissors to see who starts?” you nodded. You rock, he paper. You took a breath and started.

“Johnny Suh, if i went to write about everything i love about you i could go on for days so i’m going to make it as short as i can. I love your eyes, i love how you look at me, i love how i can feel your love through them. I love the look you give me when you first wake up and the one you give me before going to sleep. I love you lips, i love how you kiss me, even when you breath smells like coffee, and i love how they smile to me even when i do the stupidest things. I love you laugh, how your whole face laughs, i love how it sounds and how you can’t disimule it. I love your hands and how they hold me, how they caress me, how they touch me, how they tickle me. I love everything you do with them. I love your double chin too. I love how you cook for me when i’m tired, and i love how you wash the dishes without me asking for it because you know i hate it. I love how you love things, i love how much you love coffee, photography, star wars, our dog, music, your work, nct and you fans. I love how you read their letters and keep their gifts. I love how you never gave up, how much you fought, and i love how proud you make everyone feel around you. I love your voice, i love how you talk to me and how you sing for me to sleep. I love how you make me want to form a family, have kids, and a typical house with an ugly mom car. I love you and all your little habits, like bitting your lips too hard or singing in the shower. I love how you made me fell in love, fast, hard and deep, i know it sounds bad but it felt like that. The love i feel for you goes beyond everything, i feel for you two seconds after i saw you, and i’m going to be in love for the rest of my life, even when it doesn’t make sense anymore.”

The scene was pretty bizarre, two adult people crying their hearts out and a dog in the middle trying to comfort both owners. After a few minutes the tears were still there but flowing gentler. “I guess it’s my turn”

“Y/n what do i don’t love about you? Everything that you do makes my heart flutter and my stomach fills with butterflies. Your face it’s one of the most beautiful things i’ve seen in my life, because your smile it’s on the list too. Your laugh feels like being in heaven and how your eyes smile too makes me feel dizzy. I love how much you care for your loved ones, how you want to make sure they’re healthy and happy. You always want to make sure i’m the happiest man on earth and you archive that just by being in my life. I told you many times i wanted to marry you and you always thought i was joking, but i really mean it. I want to spend the rest of my life at your side, i want to have your children and i want them to give us grandkids. I don’t want to live a second on this life without you, because i love you more than i could ever love someone. You showed me i was worth of all the love i receive everyday and i want to make you feel worthy of all the love i give you too. I love how you think, and you soul, and how you want me to be included in everything you do. How you always tell me random facts about the books you read and how you never shut up about a movie you like. It’s funny how you get so addicted to a song until you start hating it but you never got tired of a nct song, and i love how you know my lines, and that you watch every fancam of me and how you hype me. And it’s also funny how i knew i was going to be entirely yours since the first moment i saw you. I want to make you proud and happy, because you’re my number one priority and the love of my life, and you’re always going to be.”

All the doubts went away, actually there wasn’t any. You don’t even remember what was wrong in the first place. The little apartment was oozing with love and adoration from each other and desire to fight for your love. Happiness tears were staining both cheeks and the first thing you did was jumping on his arms and kiss him, trying to express how happy you were, he held you in his arms and just looked at you in the eyes, no words needed. Everything was fine.

hi there!! this is my first fic and i’m pretty sure there’s a lot of mistakes bc english it’s not my first language so feel free to let me know! i really hope you liked it and please leave a heart ♥️thank you for reading me♥️

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