water fall (interluuube)
pairing: jaemin x gf!reader
genre: established relationship, wholesome, smut, lil bit of size-kink? (pls close the gyms before I lose my mind)
word count: 1.7k
summary: coming home to your boyfriend and kittens after a long, tiring day at work. featuring luna, lucy and luke ofc. :) jaemin is a cat dilf.
Dropping your bags to the floor, you locked the door behind you as you stepped into your home. Small foot steps and meows filled the room, as your kittens ran to you.
“Hi babies” You coo’d, immediately getting on your knees and petting them. The kittens rubbed their faces on you and purred. Just like that, the tiredness you had been feeling on your way home, disappeared. The muscles in your body relaxed and you were so happy to be home.
“Where is your dad?” You asked the kittens in baby talk, giving them kisses and pets.
Scooping them all up in your arms, you got up and made your way to the bedroom.
“Hi doll, how was your day?” Jaemin looked up and smiled, putting his laptop away to give you his full attention.
You walked over towards him, dropping the kittens on the bed and sat beside Jaemin. You sighed, falling into his arms.
“I’m tired” you mumbled into his neck. His scent engulfed your senses as you melted further into his frame.
“Baby.. come lay.” He pulled you onto the bed and you got comfortable with your head on his lap.
Jaemin ran his fingers through your hair as you talked about your day. His touch was soft and gentle. He let you rant for what felt like hours. His responses filled with mms and chuckles at the stories. You told him about how loud kids can get during field trips and how much that hurts your head, even though seeing kids happy is what made you get into teaching in the first place.
“Not everyone can be as well behaved as our babies, you know?” You said, pointing to the kittens playing amongst themselves.
“You’re right, we are raising them right babe.” Jaemin dropped his head down and gave you a kiss.
“I think we make good parents, personally”
“Isn’t that right kitties?” He wiggled his fingers on the bed, getting the kittens’ attention as they ran to grab his hand and you both giggled.
You twisted your head to look at up at him, unintentionally moving closer to his crotch. “I love you guys, my little family.”
“And I love you” Jaemin felt his cheeks get hot with embarrassment as he tried to pull his t-shirt further down, covering his now slowly growing semi.
Your boyfriend looked away trying to distract himself and his fingers in your hair came to a halt.
“Baby, why’d you stop?” You twisted your head once again, to look up at him and he held your head in place.
“It’d be nice if you kept your head still” He said still refusing to meet your eyes.
“Huh?”
“Wait- wha?” You burst out laughing as Jaemin tried to hold his laugh in too. He continued to adjust his t-shirt but you caught on to what was going on.
“Really Jaem?! In front of the kids?” You pulled his hand away from his t-shirt to look at his erection and teased him.
Grabbing a cat toy from your night stand, you wiggled it around before throwing out into the living room. Lucy, Luna and Luke ran after it, leaving you both alone in the room.
“Jaem, look at me..” You whispered to your flustered boyfriend, who couldn’t stop giggling coyly.
It didn’t take long for his giggles to stop and his breath to hitch when you slowly snaked your hand over his clothed dick. You palmed him as you looked up at him and he held your face, smiling down at you.
You could feel the atmosphere shift in the room when his dick became fully erect and his breathing got heavy from your touch. Jaemin’s face came down once again, as you got up and met his lips half way, hungrily.
Sitting on your heels, you reached for the hem of his t-shirt and ripped it off him and he returned the favour. Taking your trousers off, you couldn’t wait to get on his lap and straddle him, deepening the kiss. Jaemin’s hands felt big around your waist, as he kneaded your skin. Panting in unison, the heat began to grow between you two and you moaned into his mouth.
Jaemin’s mouth made its way down to your jawline, then behind your ear, leaving a trail of wet kisses. He gave your ear a gentle bite, which made your hips grind down on his erection. You felt your underwear beginning to soak through when it made contact with his hard, heavy length.
He continued to kiss you along your neck, collar bones until he made his way to your breasts and he pulled down your bra to take a nipple in his mouth. Your hands grabbed his head, affectionately caressing it.
Jaemin was a lot bigger than you in size, so seeing him like this, under you with your breast in his mouth, made your head spin. Your right hand travelled down to the side of his neck as you held onto him for support, your nails grazed his skin and he groaned into you.
“Need you..” You whimpered when he brought his fingers began playing with your nipple. He left kisses back up to find your lips once again. His tongue deep inside you mouth, making you ache for him. He began thrusting against your clit to meet your subtle movements on him, both of you swallowing each others moan.
Jaemin bit your bottom lip as he pulled away. “Then take me.”
He leaned back into the headboard, admiring you in your aroused state. He smiled. You loved Jaemin’s smile, it could light up any room he walked into. It was your favourite thing about him. His hands rested on your hips, holding you in place as you took him out of his boxers.
You leaned in to peck his lips again before, you let some spit slowly drop down to his dick and you worked his length. Jaemin maintained the eye contact as his expressions began to switch. His smile faded into his mouth slightly parted and his eyebrows furrowed, at your touch.
He bit his lip, “just like that doll, keep going.” He whispered, rubbing your hips with his big hands.
Sounds of his pre cum, mixed with your spit could be heard and it only made you grow wetter. Jaemin lightly traced his hands along your front, until his thumb found its way to your clit where he began rubbing circles. You started to feel impatient. You needed to feel him. You had to have him right now.
Jaemin moved your ruined panties to the side, as he rubbed your slit with his long finger. He slid his digit inside you which was met with a mmmm sound from you.
“You ready for me already?” He commented on your wetness with a gasp.
“Come here.”
Jaemin grabbed your hands, moving them to his broad, muscly shoulders as he pulled you in closer, connecting your lips once again. You felt your heart beat inside your ears from desire, taking over every atom in your body, when you felt him twitch under you. You sighed into his mouth once again before grabbing the base of his dick, you hovered over him.
Apparent desperation on your face, made Jaemin smile as he pulled your panties to the side once more, staring into your eyes. You both held eye contact as you slowly sunk down on him, making his jaw go slack and his head fall back. You gasped, taking him in, inch by inch, until he filled you up.
You let out a loud whimper as your head also fell into his neck and you started to move. Stroking him painfully slow, unable to stop your thighs from shaking and moans rolling out of you like breathing.
Jaemin slid down further, giving you more control and wrapped his arms around you. Mirroring his actions, you also wrapped your arms around his head as he buried his face into your chest. His tongue found its way to your nipples once again, making you squirm.
“You’re doing so good, doll.. just like that” Jaemin breathed out, digging his nails into your back and scratching all the way down to your waist. He smacked your ass.
“Keep going for me…”
It wasn’t long before you felt your orgasm come crashing as you unraveled on top of Jaemin, leaving him in a daze. He grabbed your jaw and kissed you.
“Spit.” He opened his mouth under you, and you did as you were asked.
“Pretty girl.” Jaemin lightly tapped your cheek with his hand, as you rode out your climax.
He didn’t know what to do with his hands, as the heat inside him continued to grow and he felt lightheaded. His desire was taking over him and he bucked his hips to go deeper inside you with a loud groan. You swore you were seeing stars as he held you in place and started fucking into you with deep, hard thrusts. Your whole body felt like jelly as you let Jaemin take control and you fell into the crook of his neck.
You sucked on his neck, interchanging with moans every now and then, as Jaemin continued to pound into you. He felt his own orgasm reaching when his strokes started becoming faster and your tits bounced in his face. He took one in his mouth to muffle his moans as he began twitching inside you, triggering yet another orgasm for you.
“I.. “ You breathed out.
“Gonna cum again” You barely let out a whisper and you both finished at the same time. Fireworks flying around the room would be an understatement as you both panted, heavily and your cries of his name filled the space around you.
As Jaemin’s body went limp, you lifted up your head from his neck to look at his fucked out eyes and he kissed the bottom of your chin. You began to move slowly, as you over stimulated him.
Whimpers and incoherent sentences fell from his mouth making his constrict on you tighter.
“Y/N.. please” He looked up at you like a puppy, begging.
You giggled before stopping and kissed him all over his face. You both sat there, with him inside you like that for a while. Catching your breath and waiting for your heart rates to be stable again.
“Hungry?” Jaemin said after a while.
“SO BAD.” You exclaimed, making Jaemin smile at you.
He smacked your ass hard before gently rubbing and playing with it. “Alright, get up and lemme make you something to eat yeah?”
He placed one last kiss on your lips.
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Mourning
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Fugo kneeled down on Bucciarati's grave, sobbing violently as passersby looked at him with a concerned expression. He clutched his hair tightly, quieting down his cries to draw less attention towards him.
He was ashamed of himself. Ashamed that he was crying so loudly in public. What would Bucciarati think?
No, Bucciarati would comfort him. He could never know what Bucciarati was thinking, the man was simply too hard to read. Fugo hated that about him. But then again, he could never hate him.
Fugo took a shaky breath, letting go of his hair and slowly lowering his trembling hands to rest on the plain grass. Bruno Bucciarati was the closest thing he had to a father. He wished he could've spent more time with him. He wished he had appreciated him more.
He wished he was still here.
But it was far too late for him to come back.
Fugo let out another sob, as he clutched the grass with his hands. He knew he was getting dirt under his fingernails. Usually this would bother him, but he couldn't bring himself to care anymore.
"Padre," Fugo choked out, swallowing his tears. He said the word as if it'd bring him back, knowing full well he couldn't bring back the dead.
He wanted to rip out his heart and bury it with his adoptive father's corpse. He knew he couldn't, but he yearned to.
Fugo lied on the grass, staring up at the sky with a solemn expression. He didn't want to go home. This was his home. He knew that the only time he was truly at home was when he was with the man he couldn't help but consider his father.
He wanted to die here, he wanted to lay on the grass forever and stare up at the sky until the world ended.And as he lay on his deathbed, he closed his eyes and waited for everything to come to a stop. The flowers on the grass lying 6 feet atop of the coffin tickled Fugo's face, and he enjoyed the feeling.
There weren't flowers when he got there. Fugo opened his eyes, hearing footsteps approaching.
The pale teen sat up, staring at Giorno as he approached.
"I thought you might be here," he said calmly, sitting beside Fugo.
Fugo looked away, hugging his knees to his chest. "I'm sorry."
"You have nothing to be sorry for," Giorno reassured, placing his hand on Fugo's shoulder. "You're mourning the death of your friend."
"Father," Fugo took a shaky breath as he corrected the Don. "He was my father."
"You're mourning the death of your father," The green eyed boy corrected himself. "And I can see how deeply this is affecting you. You have every right to cry, Pannacotta. You don't have to hold back you're tears anymore. I'm here to be your shoulder to cry on."
Fugo turned to look at the boy sitting next to him, as his eyes welled up with tears. He swallowed hard, trying to keep his composure. "No... I can't. Not in front of you."
"Crying is healthy, Pannacotta," Giorno wrapped one of his arms around Fugo, gently pulling him closer. "You don't have to fight it. Just let yourself cry."
This was enough to drive Fugo over the edge, and he immediately burst into tears. He buried his face into Giorno's shoulder as he wept, feeling thankful that the man he loved cared so deeply about him.
He loved Giorno so fucking much.
He did feel guilty for getting his tears and snot Giorno's suit, but that didn't matter right now. All that matters is that he was in the arms of a boy that loved him dearly.
As Fugo finally calmed down and removed his face from Giorno's shoulder, he felt a kiss be placed on his forehead, which startled him.
"Did you kiss my forehead just then..?" Fugo asked, as he looked up at Giorno with his red, tired eyes.
The latter just looked at Fugo with confusion, combing his fingers through his snowy white hair. "No?"
Out of the corner of his eye, Fugo could've sworn he saw a silhouette fade into a golden mist.
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this is what happens when i listen to Mitski
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