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garoujo · 1 year

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✩ ˛˚ . INTERRUPTED ; — you find your alone time with multiple tokyo revengers characters being interrupted.

FEATURING: sano shinichiro, hanma shuji, haitani rindou, sano manjiro + sanzu haruchiyo.

warnings: f!reader, exhibitonism, bonten!timeline, shin owns his bike shop, phone calls / being walked in on, cock-warming, sort of possessive behaviour in sanzu’s, ch-oking. note: hewo :3 i am v happy w how these turned out i think so i hope u guys enjoy hehehe <3

✩ ˛˚ . SANO SHINICHIRO

shinichiro could never fucking say no to you, you just had to give him one of your pretty little looks from underneath your lashes and he was like fucking putty in your hands.

it’s like you knew exactly how to get to him, made just to tease and test his own self control and fuck—turns out he hasn’t got any at all, because now your usual little afternoon visit to see him at work has ended up with his hips pressing flush and tight against your own as he sinks his cock into the warm hug of your pussy.

it wasn’t normally something that bothered shinichiro, but when it’s only 2pm on a friday afternoon and he’s just heard the bell on the front door of his bike shop ring to alert him of another customer. he’s pretty sure they might find a problem with the fact he can’t deal with them because he’s balls deep in you in the back shop.

you feel the deep press of your boyfriends cock against the sweet spots inside of you when his next thrust stutters, followed by another languid withdrawal of his hips before he’s rolling them back into you at an even slower pace. but he swears he feels you squeeze even tighter when the sudden ring of the bell at the front desk rips you both from your blissful, hormone-drunken state.

“just a sec..” shinichiro calls as his fingers squeeze almost painfully at your hips and he’s pulling back to give you a lidded look from under the messy mop of black hair framing his flushed features. you shudder when you feel the cool metal of his chain leave your too hot skin but he still doesn’t pull himself away when your hands tighten in the fabric of his shirt. “f-fuck, angel, gotta let me go.. quit squeezin’ so tight.

“but shin, ‘m so close.” you babble through your pouty lips and even the fucking sound only seems to lure him closer as he offers you another stuttered thrust and he grits his teeth. another ring of the bell accompanied by another sinful squeeze of your walls around him and shit— he wished he’d just closed up for the day. god he is fucking whipped.

“mmm—fine, angel. shit— jus’ gotta make it quick, alright? make it up to ya later.”

✩ ˛˚ . HANMA SHUJI

your trip to hanma’s office had started somewhat innocent, it was always down to him when you ended up spread out on his desk atleast — not that you can be blamed when he’s so infuriatingly handsome, amber lidded gaze never once leaving yours as soon as you enter.

it’s the same look that he’s giving you now as you sit spread out for him across the paper work that he couldn’t give two shits about right now. he’s still dressed apart from his unbuttoned slacks — just enough to free the heavy strain of his cock but still a stark contrast to the way he’s stripped you of everything — offered you up to himself like a luxury meal he’s about to devour, and you almost shudder with how exposed you feel before you melt at his touch again.

“you miss my cock that much, babydoll?” hanma goads, smirks as one of his large palms, sin squeezes at the flesh of your thigh so he can push you wider. you can barely offer him words with the way your desire weighs heavy on your lungs, a weak little nod that only makes his grin twitch even wider as he wraps your thighs around his hips.

“such a helpless little thing, can’t cum without me doing all the work.” it was almost uncharacteristic for him to give into you so easily, he liked you begging — crying for him to finally fuck you but any suspicions soon melt when the fat head of his cock finds the entrance to your flexing pussy.

you gasp and hanma growls as he sinks carefully up inside you, punishment taking its usual place around your throat as he squeezes lightly at the sides — he always said it was your prettiest fuckin’ necklace afterall. his other hand on your hip pulls your hips closer to his as your back arches and his cock feels like it sinks into you forever. he was long and thick, curved upwards and warm and it glides so sweetly past the spots inside of you that make your whole body twitch against the wood, your pussy tightening harder around him the deeper he goes.

but just as you find yourself floating into a blissful state, almost consumed completely by him — you jolt when there’s a sudden, sharp knock on his office door and his fingers around your throat squeeze a little tighter before he chuckles.

your wide-eyed as you look at hanma but he doesn’t stop, he looks amused and there’s something dark, wild in the same familiar amber that looks over you when the next knock is accompanied by him forcing your walls to spread open wider for him. “s-shuji.” you try, a small plea for him to tell him he’s busy — to do something, anything.

but then you only feel him press into you deeper, looking at you from over the frames of his glasses before he’s urging your head to tilt back — palm pressing tight against the middle of your throat as he drags you along his cock with the other.

“came here to cum didn’t you? better tell ‘em.. or. else.”

✩ ˛˚ . HAITANI RINDOU

rindou is fucking late, he knows as he gives the watch underneath the expensive fabric of his suit a lazy, lidded look from underneath his lashes. it’s not that he was stuck in traffic or anything, hes at the venue for the executive meeting atleast — hes just far too fucking obsessed with the way you’re bouncing on his cock as he sits in the front seat of his fucking car to actually leave.

ran’s definitely going to kick his ass, he thinks before it’s replaced by the next particularly sharp connection of your hips — warm hug of your pussy reducing him to low grunts and growls as every thought in his head is consumed by only you instead.

“fuck sake, i gotta go princess. but shit, got the sweetest lil fuckin’ pussy.” rindou hisses through gritted teeth as he lets his head fall back against the headrest — his violet gaze heavy underneath his mused bangs as it focuses on the way your pretty tits jiggle everytime you sink back down onto his heavy cock. he’s gotta go, but why can’t he bring himself to fucking move.

“so close rin!” you whimper through pouty lips, your mind cloudy with how well hes fucking you and it does wonders at drowning out the way his phone is vibrating in the passenger seat — his hands preoccupied with dragging you along the length of him instead.

“yeah? lemme see how fuckin’ pretty you look when you cum ‘round my cock, gorgeous.” the ragged tone of rindou’s words feels like it drips through you as the muscles in his well trained body shake beneath you. his pace is unrelenting as he begins to meet each of your thrusts with heavier ones of his own, fingers squeezing tight into your hips so he can push his cock even deeper into you with every wet connection.

“you been thinkin’ ‘bout my cock, princess? already made me fuckin’ late, gotta make it up to me.” rindou groans and your walls reward the thick spread of his cock with another needy twitch. your pussy squelches, wet and messy as the sounds echo around the walls of the car and fuck— he wants to ruin you. but his next harsh thrust stutters when there’s a sudden knock against the drivers seat window that makes his head twist quickly, because despite the dark tint and the condensation from you both — he knows who it fucking is.

“oh little brother? hm, don’t make me drag you in here.”

✩ ˛˚ . SANO MANJIRO

you think it’s warm, comfortable when you’re curled up in mikey’s lap — a place that had become one of your favourite despite how many people feared him. but he was different with you, softer as his slender fingers trace up the length of your spine — making you shudder as his cock rests inside the intoxicating hug of your walls.

it was a nice sort of routine, like a little ritual than always seemed to keep him grounded and it was some of his favourite moments with you — sacred moments with you. you pull back to give him a pretty, drowsy sort of look and you almost melt completely when it earns you a relaxed sort of expression in return followed by a small smile. “manjiro.” you begin and he swears the use of his full name from between your lips makes him shudder as something warm licks at the base of his spine.

“hm?” it’s low the hum that mikey offers you but you only sigh contently before you’re urging yourself closer, letting yourself bask in his hold as his arm around you proceeds to tighten as his lips rest against your temple. “it feels good, you’re warm.” he drawls and the whispered affirmation makes your insides ache before the next squeeze of your walls is pulling a shuddered breath from the man beneath you.

but just as you get comfortable in the blissful atmosphere in the room, it’s interrupted suddenly by the harsh wrap of knuckles against his office door before a particularly scared looking gang member scurries in after. he opens his mouth to speak but the cold look your boyfriend gives him seems to make the words die in his throat before he cuts him off completely.

“i’m busy.” mikey’s tone is blunt, ragged and a stark contrast to the softer one that he seems to reserve only for you as his fingers continue their ministrations along your skin. but you find yourself tensing when his words aren’t followed by the sudden unwanted company leaving, something that your boyfriend picks up on when instead they proceed to try again as they stutter out something unintelligible.

“didn’t you hear me?” there’s authority in the sharpness of his tone this time and it leaves no room for argument — only an apology as the gang member bows before leaving, probably mentally preparing himself for the visit he’ll be receiving from sanzu later no doubt. but you find yourself relaxing into manjiro’s embrace again as soon as you’re both alone again, hearing him sigh before it’s followed by a sudden, deep kiss of his cock as he shifts beneath you.

“so annoying. i’m comfy.”

✩ ˛˚ . SANZU HARUCHIYO

“haru..” you gasp from where sanzu has you hips pressed tight against his desk — swiping his fingers softly through your folds as he drags the pad beneath the hood of your clit, rolling the sensitive bud until he can see the way your thighs twitch. it was insane, the way he’s toying with you — playing with your pretty cunt like you’ve got him fucking hypnotised.

“i know, angel. just real pretty.” he hums before he’s deliberately pressing down onto your puffy clit harder, eagerly, until you’re wet enough for him to push two fingers inside. he rewards you with a sweet little kiss against the puffy bud when he’s not met with much resistance, grinning at the even sweeter little whine it pulls from your pouty lips.

“such pretty sounds, perfect fucking pussy.” sanzu’s fingers are long, long and thick enough for you to hiss at the stretch but you feel something blissful flutter in your tummy with the soft affirmation from his scarred lips. it was intoxicating to see a man so dangerous turn to fucking putty when he was between your legs and gazing up at you from under long lashes.

his warm breath rolls over your slick folds as he pants, his crystalline eyes transfixed and shining on where his digits sink into you, until his head lowers and his tongue is curling against your clit before he’s dragging it back up — complimenting every twist of his wrist with kitten licks like you’re the sweetest thing hes ever fucking tasted. it was rare for you both to get some alone time, he was a busy man afterall being bonten’s number two and you forget just how fucking good he makes you feel — making your toes curl from where they rest over his shoulders so easily.

but just as you let yourself melt back onto the heavy wood behind you, fingers smoothing through the bubblegum roots of sanzu’s hair before you pull — you’re jolted from your blissful state by the sharp ring of his phone in his pants. you hear him click his tongue before he’s spitting out a curse, but he continues to sink his fingers into you as he struggles with the device, swiping at the screen as he swirls tantalising circles into your clit with his thumb.

“what the fuck is it?” he spits and fuck— you swear the sudden boom of his voice makes you even wetter as your walls squeeze tight around his fingers, making his scarred lips twitch into a wild grin as he hums. you can tell he’s barely listening to the caller, not important enough for his attention so you know it’s not mikey, but his attention remains on you despite the way he addresses them. “fuckin’ do something about it then, im busy.”

you’re so fucking wound up, moans muffled behind your lips despite the way sanzu’s so desperately trying to drag them out of you before he’s resting the phone face up on the desk beside you. you’d assume he was done, but you can still hear the faint voice on the other end and the hooded look he gives you is dark before he’s suddenly burying his face into you, drinking up everything you offer to him despite the way his sharp gaze cuts up into you as he grumbles out a warning.

“keep that pretty mouth quiet, angel. those sounds are for my ears only, wouldnt want to have to kill that sorry bastard for hearing what’s mine.”

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yoongifis · 1 year

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💌 “fxck a fxckboy!" | myg

where you sort of hooked up with one of the school’s biggest fuckboys but end up leaving him hanging and never contacting him because…well…why not? somehow the universe brought you two together and now you’re left with dealing with him because he apparently caught feelings for you.

; pairing: flirty/smartass!y/n x fuckboy!yoongi

; warnings: ass grabbing, ass slapping, vaginal penetration, unprotected sex, fingering, creampie, cock warming, blowjobs, breastplay, mention of sex toys, mention of masturbation, usage of mature words, some dirty talk, jealous yoongi (my fave hehe)

; genre: smut (18+), pwp (?)

; wc: 11k+ (the most i’ve ever written 🤯 sorry hehe)

a/n: fuck fuckboys or fuck a fuckboy? 🫣 honestly really wanted to write something for that pic of yoongi (jeeeesus😮‍💨) and thought “yeah i think he should be a fuckboy or something” lol…also peep the namaikizakari pic heheh—one of my favorite mangas!! 🫶

He led you to his bedroom in his currently empty but shared apartment he lived in, your soft hand in his.

The two of you had just gone back from the bar, the two of you slightly tipsy—more him than you. You didn’t drink much compared to him. You knew your limits and you made sure that you stayed away from being severely, passed out drunk. To keep things short, you both had shitty days and you both just wanted to let it all out with a little one night stand—no biggy, right? But who would've thought that you would be doing a quick fuck with the one an only Min Yoongi, a fairly popular boy at your university who’s only interested in just fucking without any feelings. You could probably answer your statement, actually: the man is just down to fuck anyone he sees. You’ve heard it everywhere—all the little chitter chatter about him that goes around the school—he’s a man who doesn’t want to settle with one person. He wants a quick fuck, but never twice with the same person, and afterwards he won’t do anything else but sleep and ignore you as you leave.

He guides you over to his bed, making you sit on the edge while he goes ahead and locks the door from behind.

It’s not everyday where you get this sort of chance, so before you gave into coming to his place to hook up with him, you decided that you wanted to toy with him a bit—have him remember who you are.

He walks slowly over to you, scanning your body up and down as he licks his dry lips.

“Mm, so what’s your plan?” You hum, looking up at the tall man who stood in front of you. He’s bringing up a hand to twirl the loose strand of your long hair around his finger.

He smirks, removing his finger from your hair and taking his thumb and index finger to hold your chin.

“I figured it was kind of obvious with what’s going on, no?”

You snort at his remark, gently grabbing his arm by the wrist to pull his hand away from yours.

“I’m well aware of the game you play, Min, and obviously I’m completely up for it. But how about we change it up a little—let me take control this time?” You bat your long eyelashes at him, giving him a sweet and innocent look on your face. You release your grip around him, brushing your fingers up and down his forearm before placing your hands back in your lap.

Yoongi scoffs with a smile on his face, amused with your offer.

“Sure, princess. But if it gets bad, I’m gonna take over.”

You place a hand on his stomach, gently pushing down on him to get him to move back, which he does. You stand up in front of him, spin the two of you around and push him over again to make him sit on the edge of the bed.

“Alright,” you hum, now looking down at him.

His hands instinctively reach out to you to caress your curves, but you’re quick to give him light slaps to his hands to prevent him from doing so.

“We’ll go over some rules—one of them being no touching unless I say so. Two, I don’t like to kiss on the lips if I’m just doing a one night stand—.”

“—Pfft,” he cuts you off, “that’s stupid. But you’re willing to have sex?”

“I think kisses are more intimate and they deserve to be used in a place where feelings are there.”

He thinks to himself for a second, quietly considering your comment.

“I guess you can think that way, princess.”

You roll your eyes at him, removing your black leather blazer to reveal the little black cropped tank top and your short black miniskirt a little better.

God, he was drooling over you. Every curve of you looked absolutely delicious—he had to touch you but, of course, he wasn’t allowed to. He was even able to see your hardened and pierced tits through your shirt, which made him chuckle a bit. He was too excited to see them.

“No bra? Is that all for me?” He grins, licking his lips again.

You lean over, your face coming closer to his as you ignore his words. He was ready for you to just plant one on him, so he instinctively closed his eyes. You place your head on the side of his, lightly giggling at him.

“Cute,” you mumbled near his ear, making him immediately open his eyes, all embarrassed. Your hand slides into the front pocket of his button up shirt, taking out a large handkerchief. You pull away, looking back at him with a cheeky smile. “I was surprised to see that you had one of these in your pocket. It’ll be handy for today.”

Yoongi raises his eyebrow at you, unable to put one and one together.

“Last rule is that you’ll be blind folded until I say so. If any rules are broken, I’ll stop and leave.”

“That’s bullshit.”

“Should I just get going now?”

His dark eyes scan you up and down again, undressing you in his mind. You stood there in your all black outfit, playing with the long handkerchief by loosely wrapping it around your hands. You looked heavenly, it was screwing up his thoughts.

“Fuck,” he swears under his breath.

Something in him was also telling him to give this a try—see if he’s into it or not. It wouldn’t hurt to try, would it?

“I’ll play along with your little game, princess.”

“Great,” you hum with a smile on your face.

—

It didn’t end the way the two of you (possibly him more) wanted it to be.

Spoiler alert—you ended up leaving him while you were in the middle of teasing him, your hand wrapped around his long and hard cock, making him desperate for more of your touch.

Of course he was absolutely furious with you leaving him without having the chance to get to his release or even fuck you. You didn’t care, though. It wasn’t your problem anyways. He broke the rules and you left just like that—exactly what you told him before you started.

You kind of already expected Yoongi to slip and end the night short. All he wants is his dick to be wet—and you didn’t want to fall into that trick of his. Instead, he fell right into your trap—all left with blue balls and not a single taste of you.

Now, it’s not like you hate him or anything. It’s more like you wanted to teach him a little lesson. This whole thing was never planned ahead, of course—you just got lucky enough to come in contact with him on one of those rare days where you actually decided to go out for a drink.

You internally laugh to yourself, barely focusing on what you’re doing behind your laptop.

“Y/n, how about we take this get together to my apartment? I can feel myself trying to fall asleep. I’ve been awake since 5 in the morning.”

You look over to the boy, watching him rub his eyes with the back of his hands and then stretching afterwards.

You chuckle at him, agreeing with his idea before the two of you start packing up and heading out of your school library.

The universe is actually pretty crazy. Or perhaps you’re just really lucky because who would’ve thought you’d be here again in the same apartment that you were in a while ago. However this time you’re here with Yoongi’s roommate, Hoseok—your classmate that you’ll be working on a project with.

You’re carefully scanning the place again as you enter, not being able to recognize a thing in the living room since you barely had a chance to look around the last time.

“Don’t worry, no one’s here right now. I think my roommate is out right now.”

You nod your head, somewhat hoping that you get to leave before Yoongi makes it back home.

“Make yourself at home, y/n! Don’t be shy! Grab some water if you want. I’m just going to use the restroom real quick!” He doesn’t let you answer as he scurries over down the hallway. Dropping your stuff down on the couch, you make your way towards the kitchen.

You were opening each cabinet one by one, in search of some cups. Honestly, you couldn’t care less if they were glass, plastic, or paper at this point since you still weren’t able to find any. Hoseok wasn’t that descriptive—matter of fact he didn’t really tell you—where things were, so it just looks like you're ransacking his kitchen.

Squatting down, you look in the cabinets of their kitchen island. Rummaging through things until you find the stupid cups.

“Hoseok, what’re you makin’?”

You froze in your stance, the two glass cups in your hands. The voice you heard was definitely not your classmate’s. It was lower, a bit gravelly as if they just woke up. This was most definitely the one and only Min Yoongi. Of course, the universe made you lucky enough to meet him again.

You muster up the courage, mentally slapping yourself to gain some more confidence to face him again. You slowly stood up, placing the glass cups on the countertop.

He looks up at you with a raised eyebrow, rubbing his eyes again to make sure that he wasn’t seeing things.

A lopsided smile grows on his face, as he moves closer to rest his arms on the counter.

“Back for a redo? Did you miss me or something?”

You snort, amused with the words that came out of his mouth. He definitely didn’t learn anything with your so-called “experiment”. Since you were already in this position, you made a quick decision to keep toying with him until he’s at his limit.

“Of course not. I’m here for your roommate.”

His sleepy eyes nearly bulge out of their sockets, his neck slightly extended forward.

“My roommate? Hoseok? You’re about to go fuck that guy right now?”

Before you could answer, you were immediately cut off. The two of your heads both looking over to see the owner of that voice.

“Ah! Hyung! You’re home?!” He’s looking at Yoongi, to you, and back to the boy as he mentally took in the situation. “I see you’re already introducing yourself to y/n! She’s in my biology class. I’ve got a project to do with her.”

You couldn’t tell if the air around you guys was awkward, uncomfortable, or very tense. Honestly, it didn’t bother you at all that you were seeing Yoongi again for a second time—more like it just caught you off guard that you were actually lucky to see him for a second time.

Yoongi takes a glance over at you again and then back at Hoseok, silently observing the two of you.

“Yeah,” he pauses, “I skipped class ‘cuz I wanted to sleep.”

The other boy nods to acknowledge his words and the room goes quiet again. You clear your throat to break up the silence and make way to the water dispenser to fill up your cup.

“Are you thirsty Hoseok? I’ll bring some water to the table if you want me to.”

“Ah, no I’m fine,” his voice sounded like it was getting further as he spun around to go sit back down in front of the coffee table.

“I’ll take a cup.” You hear the other boy’s low voice even closer to you than before, so you glance over your shoulder to see him now standing behind you, body leaned against the island of the kitchen.

Turning around with one full glass in your hand and the other on the counter, you shoot him a quick smile and ignore his request before you walk past him to head over to Hoseok. He scoffs, his eyes following your body and then his whole body turns to watch you sit your pretty ass right next to Hoseok—all giggly and shit.

Standing behind the kitchen island became his favorite place to be at whenever you came over. He pretends to be on his phone or laptop, clean a little bit, or even cook up a little snack and eat it there. If it’s not already obvious, Yoongi was solely there to see you. (And monitor whatever was going on between you and Hoseok.)

There has been zero progression between the two of you within the past few days and he was growing impatient. The way Hoseok has been having you all to himself was pissing him off. Were you really going to fuck his friend? But why not him? Why’d you have to play games with him and leave him high and dry with no care in the world?

It was also pissing him off that you weren’t all over him like how other girls are with him. I mean—you made it pretty clear to him that you knew what kind of guy he is and how you didn’t really want much to do with him. I guess seeing the attention being only on Hoseok made him a bit…jealous…

..Yeah

…he was jealous…

That’s something he rarely feels.

Hoseok takes another bathroom break which gives Yoongi the chance to steal you away and get the ball going between the two of you. He quickly grabs his math textbook, a piece of paper, and a pencil from his desk in his room and sits right next to you on the couch with the sides of your thighs and arms both touching each other. Your head immediately turns to him, watching his movements with a raised eyebrow. He puts his textbook on top of Hoseok’s, flipping to a random page and points at a problem.

“Teach me how to do this,” Yoongi mumbles, eyes only on you and not whatever he was pointing at.

You look at him, a little thrown off. You glance over at the book and quickly scan the text, trying to see if you could actually help him at all.

“Calculus? You’re in calculus?”

He silently nods his head, patiently waiting for you to do something.

“I’m not really the best at math, but I can tell you what I know and maybe you could try to put things together with your knowledge?” You didn’t even bother to look up at him, pulling the textbook more towards you so that you could read the problem again.

All you did was talk him through the problem and explain what some things are, but none of it managed to stay in his brain when all he was focusing on was your voice. God, he could listen to you for hours.

He was scribbling stuff on his paper, working out the problem as you softly spoke to him.

“Ah, hyung—! You’re working on homework?!”

You immediately stood up from your spot, moving over to the side a bit to give Yoongi some space until you felt a grip around your wrist. You feel him pull you back down, making you sit right next to him with the side of your body touching his.

“You’re fine where you’re sitting,” he says in a low voice, head leaning closer to your ear.

Hoseok observes the two of you, getting a gist of what’s going on. He doesn’t sit down next to you like you thought he would, instead he starts walking away again, leaving you confused.

“I forgot—I have to make a phone call real quick.”

“Since when do you make phone calls?” You retort.

“Y/n, I’m a busy man. Don’t worry about it.” His eyes go from you to Yoongi, wiggling his eyebrows at him. You turn to look at Yoongi, watching the way he glares at Hoseok.

Yoongi blankly stared at him, not giving a fuck about whatever Hoseok this or Hoseok that has to do. He turns to look at you again once the other boy is out of the room.

“Could you quit looking at Hoseok like that?”

“Like what?”

“You know already.”

You scoff with a laugh.

“Yoongi, be more specific with me. I can’t read your mind.”

“You give him the prettiest smile while batting those long eyelashes of yours—he’s gonna fall for you and I don’t want that shit to happen.”

The pout in his voice is noticeable, you found it cute.

“Why don’t you want it to happen? Didn’t I tell you I was coming for him next?”

He clenches his jaw, a firm line on his lips. Hearing that just pissed him off even more. Of course he would never want that. He wants you to himself, even though he can’t explain why he wants you so badly.

“You should be going for me. Not Hoseok.”

You force a fake smile on your face, placing a hand on his bicep. You gently rub your hand up and down before letting it sneak up to the back of his neck, pulling him closer to you. Your fingertips play with the ends of his long hair, slightly massaging the back of his head—doing all this just to tease him again.

“Yoongi, I’m not going to be one of your easy picks. You can look for another girl who can fulfill your needs.”

You’re about to remove your hand away from him until he grabs your arm and places it right on top of his shoulder where it rested before.

“I don’t want “another girl”, princess. My eyes are set on you.”

“All you want me to do is to get your dick wet and then you’ll just toss me like every other girl you've hooked up with,” you scoff.

“But if I don’t plan on doing that to you, then what?”

“You want a gold star for finally not thinking like a little fuckboy? Finally being a decent human being?”

He rolls his eyes, annoyed with the fact you were right. He is an asshole and he’s known to be that type of asshole. But he wasn’t going to be that asshole to you.

“Yoongi, how the hell am I supposed to trust you?”

“I can prove to you that I’m serious about you.”

“How can you be so serious about me when all we’ve done is hang out with each other once for a semi-hookup?”

“I guess you can call it love at first sight, doll,” he’s lazily smirking at you, a sight that makes you feel a little tingly inside.

You scoff again, hiding the little smile you had on your face from his stupid silly words. “Yoongi, you probably say that to every other girl just to convince them to hook up with you.”

“Alright, since you think all I do is think about sex, let's start by making it not about sex. I’ll go two weeks without masturbating or fucking any other women—which should be easy because all I want is you.”

There he goes again. He’s way too good at poking at your heart, making you feel something. God, you felt stupid but you can’t help but react that way.

You slowly move your arm off of his shoulder and slide your hand over to his chest, taking your index finger to play with the string of his hoodie by wrapping it around your finger.

“Make it four weeks.”

He’s taking one of his hands and gently sliding it over the side of your waist, caressing that area by moving his hand up and down.

“When did that hook up between us happen again?”

You furrow your eyebrows, thrown off by him asking this at this moment.

“2 weeks ago, I think?”

He’s smiling, leaning his head over to the side of yours, his breath tickling your ear.

“I’ve got two weeks left then, princess. You can ask Hoseok to confirm it if you want.”

You stare at him with a puzzled face when he pulls away from you.

“Hoseok knows when you jerk off?”

He lets out a low laugh, one of those throaty ones. You watch him as he smiles big with his teeth and gums all out.

“No—,” he chuckles, “he doesn’t. He knows that I haven’t been with anyone since I met up with you. I can confirm for myself that I haven’t jerked off at all these past 2 weeks—if that’s what you’re more worried about.”

You gently shove him away by the shoulders, annoyed by his teasing. But his grip around your waist tightens, and he’s pulling you closer to him.

“Alright, go ahead then.”

“Atta’, girl,” he hums, “but know that if I want something, I’ll do whatever it takes to make sure that I get it.”

To be completely honest (and kind of stupid to admit), you didn’t expect him to last this long. Hoseok knew about the deal that was going on and he always brought up the fact that Yoongi hadn’t been going out or seeing anyone whenever he saw you in class—kinda funny, right? He only had a day left and you were sure you were going to lose.

Now, instead of accepting defeat, wouldn’t it be better to spice things up before you could come to terms with losing?

You were chuckling to yourself as you took pictures of yourself as you laid in bed. You pressed your arms together, making your breasts look larger in your plain black bra. You couldn’t leave out the matching black, lacey thong you had on too, so you took a couple snaps from the front and the back. Soon enough, you were already pressing the red button on your phone screen. Legs spread out as you teased yourself on the outside of your panties, creating a little wet spot.

Sent.

You take another clip of you massaging your breasts, slowly pulling down on your bra to reveal your hardened and pierced nipples. You gently flick your nipples with the tips of your finger nails, grazing against them ever so lightly, making sure your video clearly captures your little whimpers.

Sent.

From your bedside drawer, you took out your pink dildo, recording another clip of you sucking on just the tip of it before bringing your head lower to lick a stripe from the bottom and back to the tip. Holding the toy by the base, you release the tip with a little ‘pop’, bringing that hand to slowly move it up and down.

Sent.

You knew he had to fold. He just had to do something. I mean, not to be so full of yourself or whatever, how else would someone react if they received explicit videos and pictures from a person they liked?

This just had to be one of your greatest plans. You were sure that Yoongi was going to lose. He just has to text you any second now—or even tomorrow morning. With that being said, you were able to sleep comfortably for the night.

The uneasiness of Yoongi not texting you started to grow when you saw no new messages on your phone when you woke up. It continued to grow little by little as hours passed by—still no response coming from him.

You eventually gave up on the thought of you almost winning once the clock struck about 11:40 pm.

It was most definitely over for you.

You just had to accept it.

Maybe you might’ve gone a little overboard—or a little too confident in yourself. You really thought he would take the bait.

“Hoseok, give me a second. I think someone’s at my door.” You glance up from your paper to look at him on your propped up phone.

“At this time?” He asks, concerned for your safety.

You shrug, not really giving the situation a thought.

“I’ll keep you on facetime but I’m muting you. Just keep an eye out for me if I don’t show up on your screen after more than 5 minutes.” You’re already reaching over to tap on the mute button and getting up from the floor before you stride towards your door.

You figured that it was probably your neighbors or some student from school. The apartment complex was primarily made up of students, so you were sure it had to be a student knocking. Honestly, you were used to the noisiness coming from outside, the occasional parties, or the ding-dong ditching that a little knock on the door at this time doesn’t really bother you.

You were met with another view—in fact, an insanely rare view—that you would have never expected. Standing face to face in front of you—with your oversized big shirt and skimpy panties underneath—was the one and only Min Yoongi.

He looks you up and down, a smug look appearing on his face. You look up at him with a raised eyebrow, slightly scoffing before turning around to your phone to unmute it and leaving the boy at the door.

“Never mind, Hoseok, it was nobody. Just give me a minute.”

You immediately muted your phone again once you heard the door being locked and a little chuckle.

“A nobody—hm,” he hums.

He sticks his hands in his pockets, slowly making his way towards you as he takes a couple glances around your apartment. He stops and stands in front of you, leaving a couple feet in between.

“Yoongi, what the hell are you doing here?

“The photos and videos you sent me.”

You smiled, but quickly dropped it. A bit excited to hear him finally bring up the topic you’ve been waiting for.

“Oh? Shit—I must’ve sent them to you by accident. They were for someone else.” You watch as one of his eyebrows furrowed together, clearly concerned with what you just said.

“Who?”

“Hoseok, of course.” You knew by saying this he would go mad—and that’s what you wanted to see. You wanted to push his buttons, make him frustrated with you, and see what he would do.

“And the outfit? You’re wearing that while you’re on facetime with Hoseok?”

“Well, yeah—wouldn’t it be easier to give him a little show this way?” You say teasingly.

After that being said, his whole demeanor shifts. He’s clenching his teeth, causing his sharp jawline to be more defined. His eyes on you felt heavier, as if they were burning holes into your own. His flirty, teasing self that he usually had on him was gone. The change slightly scared you, but you didn’t want to show him that.

He was mad.

He never wanted to hear that come out of your mouth ever again.

“Guess so?” Is all he says.

“Did you like the pictures at least?”

“Did I like the pictures?” He repeats, his tone strong.

He scoffs again, chuckling right afterwards.

The two of you turn to your phone when you both hear Hoseok calling out for you. Taking the phone in your hand this time, you unmute to quickly apologize to him. Before you know it, a pair of arms are wrapped around your waist and a head is resting on your shoulder.

“She’s busy, call later,” Yoongi mumbles, glancing over at your phone. You were too stunned to say something, his actions completely catching you off guard.

“Hyung?! There you fucking are! You could’ve told me where you were heading to before running out like that—.” Yoongi quickly hits the ‘end’ button before the other boy could keep going. He’s taking your phone away from your hands and tosses it over somewhere on your couch before his arms find your waist again.

“I didn’t like the answer I heard earlier,” he hums.

“Which one?”

You let out a little yelp when you feel him gently sink his teeth on your shoulder.

“Don’t play stupid with me, doll. You already know.”

“Ah,” you laugh a little awkwardly, “suddenly I do remember what you’re talking about.”

He snorts, rolling his eyes at your comment with a smile on his face.

“Were they really for him? Because I feel like they couldn’t be.”

“Why couldn’t they?”

It’s quiet for a second as he thinks to himself.

“You drive me crazy, you know that? You and that little attitude of yours—just makes me want to fuck it right out of you.”

He lowers his head closer to your neck. His lips lightly brush against your skin before he slowly kisses a line down your neck.

“Doubt you could.”

You keep your composure. Internally screaming at yourself that none of this was phasing you.

Because it definitely wasn’t.

Well, it shouldn’t—at least.

“Yeah? Should I try?”

He released an arm from your waist, his hand already creeping up underneath your baggy shirt. The rough pad of his fingers caressing your soft skin.

Butterflies.

It’s all you could feel at this moment.

He’s too smooth at this—that dumb, experienced but fine asshole.

You shouldn’t.

You really shouldn’t.

It was a bad idea—I mean, does this man actually have a drop of interest in you?

You turn around while in his hold, wrapping your arms around his neck. You’re massaging the back of his head with a hand, then play with the ends of his long, black hair. His hands rest on your waist.

“Shouldn’t you be doing this with a girl that you genuinely like?”

He looks at you with a raised eyebrow again, a face filled with disbelief. He scoffs, but a light chuckle comes out of his mouth right afterwards.

“You just really like to rile me up, don’t ya, princess?” He lowly mumbles.

“Yoongi—!” You yelp, holding onto him tighter.

He’s hooking his hands underneath your thighs, lifting you up and carrying you over to lay you on the couch. You remove yourself from him, allowing him to hover himself above you.

“I don’t know how clear you want me to be, but I feel like I made it pretty clear that I’m serious about you.”

“You think that not jerking off or not hooking up with random girls for a whole month is really proof that you’d change just for me?”

“Well, wasn’t that the deal?”

“I mean I accepted it because I felt bad and it just seemed like you really wanted to prove something to me.”

“Yeah—because you won’t believe me that I’m actually into you.”

“This feels like something you’d say to every other girl you hook up with.”

“God—will you quit bringing up other girls?! I couldn’t care any less about them if I have you in front of me.”

Butterflies. It’s the stupid butterflies again.

“Shut up,” you mumble, turning your face away from him to avoid his gaze.

A quick pause of silence. Not enough time to collect your thoughts.

“What? Did I get your heart to skip a beat? Is that why you won’t look at me right now?”

Without saying anything, you shook your head with your head still facing the other way.

“Cute,” he chuckles, his breath hitting your face.

You feel the weight of him above you disappear. His hands were wrapped around your ankles, tugging them towards him as he sat near your feet.

“At least look at me when I eat you out.”

“Shut up,” your face grows a shade of red out of embarrassment.

He couldn’t help but keep the teasing smile on his face. Yoongi positions himself that allows him to place your legs over his shoulders. He slowly lifts up your t-shirt that’s covering your lower half, leaning more towards your core.

“Such pretty panties,” he hums, “just for me to see, huh?”

“No,” you say without glancing down at him, “it was for Hoseok.”

With no warning, Yoongi’s taking his thumb to rub circles on the outside of your panties and against your clit. You slightly gasp in surprise, mumbling a “Yoongi, wait” under your breath.

“Of course you would say that. You really make me want to fuck that brattiness out of you. Turn you into a girl who wants just me—my girl.”

Lowering his thumb to where your hole would be at, he brings his face to your covered core and tries to bite on your covered nub but instead gently grazes his teeth against it. He takes his tongue and flattens it against it, making the fabric even wetter than before.

You gasp, immediately covering your mouth with your hands to stop yourself. You felt a shiver run down your spine, shots of electricity on the places he touches.

“Hmm, was that little gasp from me or him?”

You already knew you wanted to keep messing with him, make him mad just for fun. But before you could answer he’s already pulling your baby pink skimpy panties to the side, licking a long stripe from your hole to your most sensitive part.

“Ah—Yoongi!” You yelp with an airy voice.

He’s pulling back, chuckling, very happy with your answer.

“So sweet, princess. I think I’m gonna be addicted.”

The boy goes back to your heat, mouth going straight to your clit. He’s sucking on it, swirling his tongue around it as he does so. You remove your hands from your face, quickly bringing them to his hair. Your fingers get tangled in his long, black hair as you tug on him to bring his face closer to you. Yoongi laps up your essence that flows out of you, coating a little bit of his chin. You’re whining as he sloppily kisses your clit, feeling how wet you are from the mixture of his saliva and your own wetness.

You yelp again once you feel Yoongi’s thick, long finger slowly enter your hole.

“It just slid right in. Fuck—you’re so wet, baby.”

He hums against your clit, thrusting his finger slowly in and out of you, causing you to groan in pleasure.

“Yoon..gi—please—,” you whine with a choke, already feeling yourself go blank.

He’s already adding a second finger, curling it upwards and picking up the pace as he thrusts them into you.

“Fuck—pleasepleaseplease!!”

You didn’t know what exactly you were begging for, and neither did he. But it got him chuckling when he heard your little pleads.

“Cum on my face, baby, and I’ll give you whatever you’re asking for.” He places a couple kisses onto your inner thigh before he dives back into your pussy.

Your eyes are rolling back, your whole body feeling warm. Yoongi doesn’t waste any time on sucking on your little sensitive bead. Your body speaks for itself as loud squelching noises and your whimpers fill the room. He can feel you tightening around him already, a sign he knew that you were about to come undone. He’s plunging his fingers into you, making sure you’re fully taking them in. The slurping sounds and grunts he makes get louder, but not as loud as you were.

“Ah! Yoongi—!” You cried, digging the heel of your foot to his back, which allowed you to raise your hips up. He’s immediately pushing you back down, his free hand wrapped around your thigh in an attempt to stop you from moving.

“Cum,” he says, humming into your core, then immediately flicking his tongue against your clit.

Something in you snaps—it was as if he was able to control you, your legs start to shake as you finally cum on his fingers. He helps you ride out your high, slowly thrusting his fingers into you and moving his face to your inner thigh to pepper kisses onto it again.

“Good girl,” he coos, removing his fingers and lifting your legs off his shoulders to set them on either side of him. He watches as your breathing evens and your eyes flutter open. He’s rubbing circles with his thumb on top of your thigh as he holds onto them, enjoying this small moment.

“Use me like how you used that toy of yours in the photos and videos you sent me. Show me how you play with yourself, baby.”

“You’re too bossy.”

“But you like it,” he’s smiling, sitting against the armrest of the couch on the other side.

You sit up, closing your legs and tugging your t-shirt to show some modesty.

“Mmm, I do. But I think you’d like it even more if I was the bossy one.”

“Alright,” he chuckles, “go ahead and be bossy, princess.”

You carefully get up with wobbly legs and stand in front of the boy, who immediately turns his whole body so that he’s seated properly. You get on your knees and then sit on your heels, looking up at him with innocent yet slightly fucked-out eyes.

“I won’t be blindfolding you this time. But there’s still going to be no touching, so put your hands under your thighs and keep them there.”

He’s rolling his eyes with a small scoff.

“Not this shit again. You’ll leave me like last time.”

You laugh, giving him a gentle slap to his thigh.

“So do you not want me to do what I did in that video I sent you?”

He’s already shoving his hands under his thighs, impatiently waiting for you to start.

You start to pull down his sweatpants, along with his boxers and he helps you by lifting his bottom up. There you’re met with his hardened cock, sprung up and against his lower torso. Your hand immediately goes to the base of it to gently squeeze him, your fingertips barely able to touch. You glance up at him, carefully watching his strained face that’s asking for more.

You move your head closer, leaning in more a bit to gather up the saliva in your mouth and spit onto the tip of his cock. You slide your hand up and down to spread it around. Finally, you take your tongue and press it against his slit, your touch instantly making him hiss. Wrapping your lips around just the tip, you suck on it and swirl your tongue around the shape of it. He was on the thicker side, but with a decent length. You were unsure if you would be able to actually fit him in your mouth (or even in you), but nevertheless you were determined to make him cum even if you had to completely stuff him in your mouth.

Slowly, you push your head down on him. You begin to bob your head, taking him in little by little. Having him barely halfway in your mouth already verified that he was in fact pretty big. You used your hand to wrap around whatever else you couldn’t reach, pumping his cock at the same speed as your mouth.

“Fuck—,” he hissed, “don’t push yourself too hard, baby.” His teeth were clenched together, doing what he could to stop himself from groaning.

This was what he has been waiting for: to be intimate with you. It’s what he was anticipating at the beginning, but he feels that the wait for it was making this whole experience feel too damn good.

Yoongi’s throwing his head back, listening to the most vulgar sounds coming from you as you choked and gagged on his cock. He’s looking back at you, watching the way you took him in with tears running down your face.

What a fucking sight.

“Look at me, baby. Eyes on me,” his voice gruff.

You follow his directions, looking at him through your eyelashes and eyes all watery. Your eyebrows furrowed as you push yourself down on him more, a trail of saliva leaking out of the corner of your mouth.

“So pretty,” he grunts. The only thing that he was missing right now was his hands being all over you, but he wasn’t willing to take the risk and make things turn around like how it did the first time.

You pull away with a little ‘pop’, giving him a sweet and innocent smile before using the tip of your tongue to trace the long and bulging vein underneath his cock. Once you make it back to the tip, you stick out your flattened tongue. With your hand still on the base, you move his cock against your tongue, moving it side to side and then roughly hitting your tongue with just the tip before taking him in again. You hum around him and swirl your tongue around him as you quickly bob your head.

He lets out another strained groan, followed by a hushed mumble of your name. You wanted to get him to cum, to make himself lose control just like how he did earlier. However, giving him head and seeing the way he was right now was turning you on. You could feel yourself throbbing, selfishly wanting a little more. Yoongi, on the other hand, didn’t want to finish off in your mouth. He wanted to be inside you; he had to finish inside you.

“Fuck. I can’t do this.”

Yoongi quickly takes out his hands from under his thighs and removes you from him, halting your movements. Quickly, he stuffs himself back into his sweatpants. He’s lifting you up again, his arms under your thighs and his body pressed against yours. You hold him tightly around his neck, clinging on to him like you were a koala.

“Room. Tell me now.”

“The first door down the hallway on the right.”

He’s speeding his way down there, sitting down on the bed first while he is holding on to you. Yoongi lays back, scooting himself upwards so that his head is more on your pillows. He positions you to sit on his crotch, but you move back onto his thighs to prevent yourself from grinding on his hard-on.

He’s caressing your sides as the two of you look at each other, eyes filled with lust.

“Let me see you ride me like how you do with your dildo. I won’t touch you this time, I swear,” he’s putting his hands behind his head, “please, baby.”

He was desperate. Insanely desperate.

And he looks cute to you when he’s desperate. You couldn’t blame him for feeling that way because you were feeling the same. Without saying anything, you lift up your hips and hover above his thighs. You pull his hard cock back out of his pants, holding it up as you position yourself above it.

“Wait—condoms—damn it!” He mumbles, “I didn’t bring any because I wasn’t really expecting to go far.”

You watch him groan in frustration, clearly mad at himself.

“Fuck–sorry. I’ll go buy some. I think I saw a gas station down the road? Just–fuck–please don’t lock me out, y/n.”

He finally looks at you, eyes met. He looked desperate. Absolutely desperate.

You’re biting your bottom lip out of habit, quietly thinking to yourself. You let go of his cock, allowing it to hit his lower stomach. You place yourself on top of it, your wet, bare folds against the length of his cock.

“Am I going to be the last person you’ll ever be fucking?”

You move your hips, gently grinding yourself against him to rile him up a bit, causing him to swear under his breath.

“You’re the only girl I ever want to fuck.”

You scoff, rolling your eyes with a smile on your face.

“I better be.”

He’s chuckling now, a big lopsided smile plastered on him, and a little less tense.

You’re raising your hips again, grabbing his thick cock and placing it under you. With your panties pushed to the side, you drag the tip of his cock against your wet folds, causing you to clench around nothing. The excitement and nervousness was causing you to shake a little, and he was immediately able to notice it. He grabs you by your wrist, your eyes follow along his arm and fall onto his face.

“If you don’t want to do this, don’t force yourself, okay?” He’s looking at you, his eyes soft and concerned for you. A whole different side to him.

You smile at him, leaning over to place a kiss on his lips—completely forgetting your meaning behind kisses and catching him off guard.

“I want this as much as you do.”

He’s looking at you, nodding his head with a dazed look, questioning his whole existence.

Did this mean…? Or was it an accident?

He still shouldn’t try to initiate another kiss from you—what if you just leave him again?

…Right?

Before he could get his thoughts together, he was already feeling your pussy wrap around the top portion of his cock. You’re letting out a whine as you slowly ease yourself down on him, just like you would with your toy. Yoongi hisses at you tightly squeezing onto him—god it was making him go insane.

“Y-yoongi,” you gasp, “t-too bi-g!”

You stay still on top of him, squeezing onto him uncontrollably as you wait for yourself to get used to him. Having him inside you definitely confirmed he was on the thicker side; it immediately had you rolling your eyes back at how full it made you feel. Although you weren’t moving, you were a little noisy—little mumbles of swears and his name or airy whines. It turned him on a lot, and it took a lot in him to not take over right now.

“Good girl,” he grunts, eyes focused on the look at your face. “You take me in so good.”

Your face felt hot, your mind was fogging up. The feeling of being stuffed was too good, but you were wanting something more. Your hips, as if you had no control over them, started to grind against Yoongi’s. You lean back, holding yourself up by placing your hands on top of Yoongi’s thighs. Your mouth hangs open as your hips move in circles.

“So pretty, baby,” he coos.

His eyes couldn’t leave at the view of your pussy sucking him in. It’s like you didn’t want him to ever remove himself from you. He takes his hand to move the front part of your panties to the side, exposing more of you. He brings his thumb to his tongue and gives it a little lick before bringing it back to you. He presses his thumb against your swollen and sensitive clit, drawing circles around it.

“Yoongi!” You squealed, your hips stuttering.

“Keep moving baby, you can do it.”

You’re begging for who knows what and mumbling his name in between. The sweetest moans and whimpers escaping your mouth was all music to his ears. He could listen to this all day.

The sight of you nearly losing yourself from his cock, how noisy you were from just barely grinding on him—Yoongi loved it all.

Fuck, he really loved it all.

He craved for more, though. This wasn’t enough.

“God, I can’t hold back. I’ve got to kiss you.”

He’s extending his arm out to you, placing his large hand behind your neck, pulling you closer to him. You press your body against him as you lay on top of him. Your lips immediately find his. He’s kissing you with hesitation, afraid of you pulling back and ending it all. But your arms travel to its way to wrap around his neck, holding him close to you. It gave him the sense that you were okay with this. Both of his hands slither to the sides of your ass, gripping onto them as he spreads them apart and slaps your ass with a loud smack. His hands end up resting on the top of your ass, guiding you up and down as you bounced on his cock.

You’re groaning in pleasure, head going blank. He was kissing you as if he wanted to make sure he memorized every curve of your lip, the way your tongue felt as it was trying to fight for dominance with his, and how it felt too good to suck on your tongue to get a moan out of you.

He’s already pulling away, but your body didn’t want him to stop.

“Yoongi—,” you whimper with a pout on your lips, eyes glassy, “—more please.”

“More what, baby?”

“Just kiss me again, please–,” you whine.

He thought he was going absolutely insane.

Just those few words made his chest feel so heavy.

While keeping one hand on your ass, he takes the other and brings it to the back of your head, crashing your lips against each other. You keep yourself there, his hand moving back to your ass to help you move down on him as his hips continue to thrust upwards into you.

You’re moaning loud. Way too loud. And all he could do was swallow your moans—tongue exploring all over the inside of your mouth— or press his lips hard against yours. You part away from his lips, burying your face against the crevice of his neck.

“Yoongi—ah-,” you squeal, “fuck, please—!”

He’s chuckling at the way you weren’t making sense, mumbling anything that you could even spit out. It was cute—he was making you go dumb in the brain.

“You’re doing so good, baby—fuck,” his hold on your ass tightens, as he’s thrusting into you even harder.

He could feel your movements slowing, getting tired. It came to the point where you held your hips high while hovering over him, letting him thrust upwards as you’re leaning over and moaning into his neck.

With a couple more thrusts, he’s easily sliding out of you.

“Yoongiii—,” you whined, but he ignores it. Instead he’s sitting you two up, standing up and holding you up with his hands under your bottom, turning around and laying you on the bed this time. He pulls you down closer to the edge of the bed by your legs. You’re slowly pressing your legs together, missing him being in between you.

“Don’t leave,” you mumble softly with a pout on your lips. Your eyes glistening yet were filled with lust.

Yoongi’s eyes soften as he looks at you with adoration. He could feel his heart become fuller. And the urge to wrap his arms around you just to squeeze you tight become stronger.

Fuck—call him crazy because he must be really in love with you.

He had to make you his—it just felt right to have you.

He’s moving your legs to the side, allowing him to lean over and peck a soft kiss on your lips.

“I would never.”

Yoongi stands up straight, removing his hoodie and t-shirt to reveal his toned torso. He then sheds off his sweatpants and boxers, standing completely naked in front of you.

He’s tugging onto your panties, helping you remove them and tossing them somewhere in your room.

“This—,” he starts to push up your baggy shirt, “—off.”

You lift your arms and head up as he helps you get the shirt off of you, but your arms immediately fall on top of your breasts, covering them up.

His eyes roam around your body, taking mental photos for him to think about later.

“Don’t hide, baby,” he hums, taking his hands to pull your legs apart, exposing the lower part of your body. His hands go for yours, removing them from your breasts and pinning your hands above your head.

“Yoongi—!” You squeal.

“God, I’ve been waiting for these especially.”

He’s staring too hard at your perky, soft tits. A silver metal bar with two balls at the ends of it pierced right through both of your nipples. He knew you had them; he saw them right through your top the first time he met you. He just wanted to see it all underneath and in-person. Fuck, you were sexy. Too fucking sexy. Just looking at you makes him way too goddamn hard—he could probably just cum just like that. Even earlier with just your oversized t-shirt and your hair down, you were just as sexy.

He keeps one hand around your wrists and takes his free hand to your left breast, gently massaging it with your nipples in between his index and middle finger. He leans down to encase your hard nipple in his mouth, swirling his wet tongue around it, fiddling with the little piercing, before sucking on it.

You let out his name in an airy moan, arching your back instinctively. He releases you and moves his head higher, placing his lips on the soft skin of the upper part of your breasts, sucking and nibbling on it until it turns a nice shade of red.

“My pretty girl,” he’s mumbling against your skin.

He’s leaving a trail of kisses that lead to your other breast, switching hands so that he’s now groping the other breast he was just giving love to. Yoongi flattens his tongue against your nipple, allowing it to graze against it before he's using the tip of his tongue to draw circles around it. It seemed like it wasn’t much, but the sensations you were getting from it was just making you wetter. Your nipples were just so sensitive that your little moans and gasps were inevitable. Soon, he’s marking you up—a couple of love bites scattered around the flesh of your breasts.

“Yoongi—want your cock—please,” you mumble.

Pulling away, he looks at you—helpless and vulnerable underneath him. No bratty attitude or little unnecessary comments. Just you begging—wanting him and just him. It’s a sight he could definitely get used to.

He lets go of your wrists, but you keep them there. He’s grabbing his length, giving it a couple strokes before he runs the tip down your slit to collect your wetness, causing you to shiver.

“Anything for you, princess,”

He’s lining up himself in front of you, the tip slowly starting to sink in.

“Let me know if you want to stop–please. The last thing I want to do is hurt you,” he’s leaning over, head positioned next to your ear.

You nod your head, not trusting your mouth as he’s slowly sinking in. You’re scrunching your face, wincing a bit from still not being used to his size. He waits again for you to adjust again, making sure you’re doing okay.

He’s spreading your legs apart more, pushing your bent legs down to make more space. His hands rest on your waist, pulling back to slide himself out before going back in slowly. He was treating you as if you were fragile, his thrusts more gentle than how he was earlier. Despite how vocal you are with your little whimpers, it still wasn’t enough for you.

“Yoongi—more,” your eyes flutter open, “fuck me like I’m your slut.”

Your words threw him off, but it did manage to make him feel something.

He pulls all the way back and rams himself back into you with a hard thrust. You let out a loud moan of his name, eyes rolling back and closed shut. He keeps himself at a steady pace, making sure his thrusts are hard enough to get you to keep babbling nonsense.

“‘Like you’re my slut’, hm?” He’s chuckling, bringing his thumb to your bottom lip, tugging it gently. “Guess I forgot my baby likes being rough,” he starts to push him thumb into your mouth, your lips instantly wrapping around it.

“Suck.” He demands, and you do it shamelessly. Your hands go up to your breasts, cupping them underneath before massaging them.

He’s admiring the way you looked again—stuffed both ways. You’re making a mess around him and his thumb, while you were fondling your marked up tits, and your pussy just can’t help but keep sucking him right back in. Fuck. It’s heavenly.

“You look so pretty, princess. I want to be the only one who gets to see you this way.”

He’s snapping his hips harder, grunting with every move. He’s removing his thumb, but your mouth hangs wide open.

“Yoongi—fuck—ngh—!” You’re whining a lot, chanting his name as you beg for no reason.

“Yeah? Is my pretty slut going to cum?”

He brings his thumb to your clit, applying some pressure onto it before he starts rubbing it in circles. You were feeling lightheaded, vision blurry as tears started to form in your eyes. He thrusts into you as hard as he can, the sounds echoing off the walls.

“—Nnghh—Yoon—gi!” You choked.

He’s hovering over you, his free hand next to your head as it’s holding him up. Your thighs were almost pressed against your chest, sort of folding your body in half. This position allowed him to penetrate you even deeper, hitting you in all the right places.

“God!” He slams himself, beads of sweat dripping down his forehead, “fuck!”

Yoongi quickens his speed with his thumb on your clit, making you clench tightly around him. He knew you were about to come. He’s already memorized your signals from earlier. You were on the brink of doing so, and he was just about at his limit too.

“‘m gonna fill you up with my cum,” he growls into your ear, “sluts like you like that, huh princess?”

“Please—!” You squeak, “want it so bad!”

Fuck—that does it.

He just couldn’t say no to you.

He’s standing up straight, hands back on your waist to hold you steady. If it was even possible, he was drilling into you even harder and faster. Eager to get the two of you to cum. You grip onto his muscular arms, fingernails digging into his skin, arching your back. Your panting becomes louder, but the obscene, wet squelching noises start to drown your moans. The knot inside you was about to come undone, you just couldn’t handle it anymore. With another moan of his name—and a couple other words—, you finally reach your high, cumming on his cock.

Yoongi could’ve sworn you mumbled a little ‘I love you’ as you came undone. Triggering him to not be able to hold it in anymore. He stutters in his movements, taking a couple long thrusts before he releases load, painting the insides of your walls white.

He gives you a couple weak thrusts, wanting to keep his cum deep in you before he removes himself. As he pulls out, he watches the mixture of you both slowly spill out of your abused hole. He’s running to grab a kleenex from on top of your dresser, cleaning up the mess you two have made.

Before he could even ask you if you were okay, you were fast asleep. You just couldn’t help it when your body was just so exhausted.

He’s chuckling at your sleeping figure, finding it cute that you fell asleep right after fucking.

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Yoongi lifts up the notebook paper up to his face, squinting at the words scribbled onto it.

‘Thanks for the night. Went out for a little, so feel free to leave whenever. I’ll take care of cleaning :)!’

Fuck.

A ‘one-night-stand.’

Yoongi scoffs in disbelief.

He got played by you.

A quick fuck and that was just it.

He’s running his fingers through his dark, disheveled hair, hand moving down to rub his face. He groans into his palm, plain annoyed.

He’s quickly getting up, putting his sweats over his boxers as he searches for his hoodie.

Standing there near the edge of the bed, his eyes scan the room to see it nowhere to be found.

Perhaps you wore it out?

He's smiling to himself, the thought of that happening actually making him feel giddy.

He opts to just wear the shirt he was wearing underneath, dragging his feet across the floor as he heads over to open your bedroom door. It then finally hit him that he had the freedom to roam around your apartment, wait for you to come back home, or make an attempt at figuring out where you might’ve gone.

He entered the awfully quiet living room, your papers still scattered on your coffee table.

He could still smell the faint aroma of coffee that’s lingering in the room, as if someone just recently made a fresh cup of coffee—he knew you still had to be around here or that you had just barely left.

Yoongi’s looking around, checking to see if you’ve taken your keys with you—nope.

But you did leave the door to your balcony open.

Ah-ha…

And there you were.

Outside on the small balcony of your apartment, body against the railing. You were watching the calmness of the morning, or whatever that was out there, with a coffee mug in your hand. He’s walking up to you, admiring how tiny and cute you looked, drowning in his hoodie before pressing his back against yours. He wraps his toned arms around your shoulders. He takes his hand and cups your chin, tilting your head back so that you can see him upside down. Yoongi brings his sleepy face close to you, pressing a firm yet tired kiss against your lips. Your lips immediately reciprocate, feeling his hand that was on your chin slide down to your neck. He pulls away with a low groan—either because of you or that he's tired (probably a mix of both).

You tilt your head forward, looking back at the mellow street.

“Too much creamer,” he mumbles sleepily, licking his lips. He brings his head next to the side of yours, resting it on top of your shoulder. His breath hits against the side of your neck as he exhales.

You chuckle at his comment.

“Did I scare you?”

Yoongi’s quiet for a second, tightening his hold around you. He brushes his lips against the side of your neck, then leaves gentle kisses on the same spot.

“A little…but I am at your apartment, so I would’ve waited for you to come home.”

You’re smiling big.

Damn. He got you. He’s really got you smiling like a whole doofus. Guess you didn’t think this through.

“Ah—,” you groan with a laugh afterwards, bringing up your hands to push him away, “go home already.”

His hold loosens as you push your way free. He’s chuckling too as he watches you walk away all flustered and to the door. He’s quick to catch up with you, closing the door behind him as he enters. You don’t realize that Yoongi was still following you when you felt his arms wrap around your waist again once you set your coffee on the counter.

“There’s enough space for both of us here.”

“What makes you think I’d want you to stay here?”

He hums, resting his chin on top of your head.

“Mmm, weren’t you the one who told me that you loved me first?”

“It was in the heat of the moment.”

“Ah…,” he pauses, “and the kisses you were begging from me?”

“Also in the heat of the moment.”

Yoongi scoffs, turning you around so that you’re facing him. He’s bending down to pick you up with his hands under your thighs, sitting you on top of the counter. He leans in to kiss you slowly and you reciprocate, arms already wrapping around his neck.

When he pulls away, catching you with a little pout on your face which makes him chuckle.

“‘Heat of the moment’ my ass—you seemed to like that kiss and you’re giving me a look that’s telling me you want more, hm?”

You shook your head.

He leans in to peck your lips once, twice—a third time.

“Shouldn’t you be pushing me away since you don’t like me that way?”

You roll your eyes at him, shaking your head afterwards. A small pause of silence.

He wanted to hear you say it. Loud and clear.

“I do like…,” you mumble, trailing off. You turn your head away, looking over to the side.

“Louder for me, baby.” He takes his hand and brings your face to look at him again.

You sigh, rolling your eyes.

“You’re cute and all—,” you mumble, but quickly add on, “—but I want to get to know you more first.”

You watch the side of his lips slowly turn upwards. He’s smiling big, as if he finally won the gold medal in a marathon. Then he’s chuckling—both in relief and because of you being so cute.

‘Finally’ he thought. He’ll take what he can get.

“I told you baby,” he’s bringing his hands up to cup your face, a thumb caressing one of the sides of your cheek, “if I want something, I’m going to do whatever it takes to get it. Even if that means taking you out on a million dates to get you to be my girlfriend. That’s been my plan for the past few weeks.”

Rolling your eyes again with a smile. You pucker your lips, signaling for him to give you a quick kiss, which he does with no hesitation.

“You’re so annoying.”

With his hands still cupping your face, he squishes your face, your lips even more puckered which makes it hard for you to speak.

“I’m all yours, got that? I’m not going to have a one-time-thing with you.”

“You sure about that?”

“You really think I’d just let you go just like that?” He scoffs, with a smile. “You’re mine.” He’s removing his hands from your face, resting them on the sides of the counter top, trapping you in between.

“Okay, okay,” you snort with a chuckle, “d’you want breakfast at least?”

He’s eyeing you up and down, a small smirk on his face. You watch the tip of his tongue peak out, then licking his lips.

“Yoongi…,” you whine, “it’s too early,” you roll your eyes with a small smile on your face.

“It’s never too early, baby.” His hands move around to your waist, quickly embracing you into a tight hug, pulling you close to his body.

“Can’t you give me some more time to rest?”

He’s bringing his head to the side of your neck, lighting pressing his lips against your skin, leaving a trail of kisses from the base of your neck to below your earlobe.

“I’ve given you plenty,” he mumbles against your skin.

“God you really are annoying.”

“You still like me though.”

As if he already knew what you would say, he gently bites down on the spot on your neck that he's been stuck on, causing you to let out an airy yelp.

“—I didn’t say anything!”

“You were thinking about saying it.”

“How would you know?”

He’s laughing at your attitude—he found you so fucking cute. He’s resting his head on your shoulder, his breath hitting the side of your neck. He’s tightening his hold around you a little more, while you bring a hand to his head to comb your fingers through his hair and gently massage his scalp.

There’s a small pause of silence. It wasn’t awkward—in fact it felt comfortable between the two of you, almost as if it was needed. This was all sort of new to Yoongi, and he found himself liking this a little too much. Sharing the same bed, waking up to you still around and in his clothes, morning kisses, your little attitude that he enjoys poking at, and the warm and tingly feelings he gets when he’s wrapped around you.

Maybe this is what he needed in his life—someone to finally smack him around and hold him down. Make him work harder than usual to get what he wants—or not give him immediately what he wants. Someone who will switch things up and surprise him. It just so happens that out of everyone he’s hooked up with, you managed to do all of that—and now you even got him wrapped around your finger.

#min yoongi #bts fanfic #min yoongi x reader #yoongi x reader #yoongi x you #yoongi drabble #yoongi fanfic #yoongi fluff #yoongi imagine #yoongifis #min yoongi smut #yoongi one shot #bts fluff #bts smut #bts x you #suga x reader #yoongi smut

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starstruckmiraclekitty · 1 year

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OOOOOO what about pregnant reader x 141

So the reader and their partner is checking the ultrasound for the first time and while their seeing the baby on the monitor the doctor says "omg" and they both worry then the doctor says "There's a second heartbeat! You're having twins!"

And the reader and their partner is just shocked (and the reader is freaking out)

and u can add more if u wantt teehe i luv ur series with this 😭😭😭

Hehehe I got a few requests for this one🫡🙈 it's a little short, but I hope you all enjoy!!

141 + König's Reactions To You Being Pregnant With Twins

Warnings: swearing, angst if you squint, fluff

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Simon Ghost Riley-

You and Simon had been together for a few years before you'd found out you were pregnant. You were scared out of your mind, and so was Simon. Kids were never really a serious discussion for the two of you, so when you'd told him you were expecting, he was shocked.

After a few serious conversations, you both decided to have the baby, and the two of you began to grow excited. Simon was still rather nervous and grew rather jittery the closer your due date got.

Simon was finally home on leave to be able to come to one of your ultrasounds, and you were over the moon he was able to join you.

You laid back onto the exam table, flinching slightly as the cold ultrasound jelly was splayed out on your belly. You gripped Simon's hand tightly as you glanced over to the monitor.

"Alright, Mr. And Mrs. Riley looks to be all good do far." The doctor said as she watched the screen closely.

You looked to Simon to find him watching the screen in awe, a small smile forming on his lips. You felt warmth spread throughout your body before the doctor spoke up again. "Oh. Oh, wait a minute."

"Is everything okay?" Simon asked, his brows furrowed in concern.

"It.. it appears you guys are having twins!" She beamed, pointing to the screen estatically.

You followed her finger and did, in fact, see that there was not one, but two babies there. Your jaw fell silently as you gawked at the screen.

"....twins?" Simon's mind was going a mile a minute.

You looked to Simon, to find a bewildered look on his face. He was in pure shock.

The doctor gave a warm smile before leaving the two of you to have a private moment together.

"Simon." You turned to your husband, hand shaking slightly. You were nervous he was going to retreat back in his shell. "I'm.. I don't know what to-."

Simon silenced you with a swift but soft kiss to your lips. "This is wonderful, love."

You felt tears pooling in your eyes as you pulled back to look at him. "Really? You mean it?"

Simon stood, pulling your face in his chest as he peppered kisses to your head. "I do. Our little family is growing bigger by the second."

Simon watched as your attention returned back to the screen, a wide smile forming on your face. Simon felt his own lips forming a smile as he watched on. Twins may not be such a bad thing after all. If it meant having one more person being brought into this world that resembled the woman he loved, he'd have as many kids as possible.

Johnny Soap MacTavish-

Johnny was rubbing at your belly soothingly as you awaited the doctor in the exam room you were in for your routine ultrasound, and this was the first Johnny was able to attend. Though he couldn't make it to most of the appointments, he was beyond supportive of you throughout the duration of your pregnancy.

"You seem more nervous than I am, baby." You chuckled as you stroked his mohawk.

"Just want to make sure the little one's healthy, that's all." He gave you a smile before kissing your exposed belly. "I'm eager for the rest of the pregnancy to go by."

"You and me both." You let out a hearty laugh as the doctor walked in.

"Alright, Mr. And Mrs. MacTavish. Let's see how your little one's doing." She smiled as she sat down next to you, spreading the jelly across your stomach. She rolled the gadget around the jelly, and you began to hear a faint heartbeat emit from the monitor.

"Do you hear that? It's faint, but it's your baby's heartbeat." The doctor said, giving you and Johnny a warm smile.

She continued to move the gadget around on your belly, her eyes squinting slightly at the screen.

You sat up slightly as you watched her study the monitor. "Doc?"

Johnny sat forward, his eyes trained on the doctor as she broke out a wide grin. "Listen closely. There's a second heartbeat."

Your heart skipped a beat as you listened and did, in fact, hear a faint second heartbeat coming from the monitor. You let out a small chuckle as you turned to Johnny. "Johnny!"

Johnny looked at you a moment before speaking. "So the baby has two hearts?"

You playfully slapped your husband, and the doctor burst into a fit of laughter. "Oh dear God Johnny."

"Mr. MacTavish, if I may, you are your wife are going to have twins." The doctor said, regarding Johnny with a smile before looking back at the screen. "Two healthy ones from the looks of it."

Johnny blinked a few times at the monitor, before looking back to you. "Twins?"

You bit your lip and nodded. "Twins."

He stood up abruptly and gave loud cheer, startling you and the doctor. "Oh my God! Twins! Two! I'm going to be a dad of twins!"

He began to jump up and down like a child, his excitement causing you to giggle.

To say he was elated was an understatement. The minute you'd gotten home, he'd called his mum, Simon, and the rest of the 141 to tell them the news.

König-

Königs legs were bouncing rapidly, as he was unable to calm his nerves. This was common for him, though, whenever he'd accompany you to your ultrasound appointments he always got nervous.

"Alright, Miss Y/N. How has everything been going?" The doctor wheeled her chair up to you, inspecting your bump.

"Well! I've been taking the vitamins you'd recommended and have been taking it easy. I'm eager to see the little one on the screen!" You beamed, as you looked down at your belly.

König smiled to himself and grasped for your hand. He, too, was excited. When you'd found out you were pregnant, he was obviously nervous, but kids were something he'd wanted deep down since he was a boy. And you, the woman of his dreams, was about to make that a reality for him.

He was too lost in admiring you, he almost didn't hear the word "twins" emit from the doctors mouth.

He watched as your eyes widened and your mouth fell slightly agape. "Sorry, can you repeat that?"

"It appears you two are having twins! I don't know how we didn't see it earlier! Look!" The doctor pointed at the screen.

König was shocked. He didn't know what to say, and it was clear, neither did you. His legs began to bounce nervously once more as silence fell in the room.

You looked over at him, your eyes still as wide as before, a look of clear shock on your face. König didn't know what to do. He could barely register the information himself.

He was about to speak up before he heard you chuckle. "Twins! I'm having twins!"

He watched as your face began to light up, as you finally processed the information given to you. You were practically beaming.

König gave an elated laugh before pressing a kiss to your cheek. "Maus, this is amazing."

His gaze flitted to the screen and saw his two little babies, and the smile that lined his lips was infectious. He absolutely couldn't wait to start this little family with you.

John Price-

John was on deployment when you'd found out. You went to your ultrasound appointment with your close friend and burst into happy tears when you were told you were expecting twins.

You and John had been trying to be a child for a while. You'd just about given up hope when, by miracle, you'd finally gotten pregnant.

He was over the moon when you'd found out you were pregnant, as the two of you had been trying for quite some time to no avail.

It was a few weeks after the appointment when John finally arrived home, and you were eager to tell him. You let him settle in before approaching him with a nervous smile.

You handed John the picture of the ultrasound as watched as he studied the picture intently.

"Theres...two?" He asked, his eyes widening as they met yours.

You gave a small nod, nervous as to what he was thinking.

He stayed quiet for a moment, his eyes darting back to the picture in front of him before he looked back up at you, his hazel eyes filling with tears. "There's two, John."

You felt your own eyes begin to water as you watched him. He placed the picture down gently before making his way over to you, carefully engulfing you in a hug. "I'm so fucking happy, baby girl."

You choked on a sob as your arms flew around his neck, pulling him closer to you. "We're going to be parents to twins, John. The wait has been been worth it."

"It has, sweetheart, it so has." He cooed, holding you closer. His heart was swelling with pride, knowing that the woman he loved was carrying not one but two of his children.

He made it a point, to be at the next ultrasound, and was brought to tears as he was finally able to hear his baby's heartbeats.

Kyle Gaz Garrick-

Kyle watched on in amazement as the doctor began to spread the jelly along your growing bump.

"Is it cold?" He'd asked you, laughing quietly as he watched you jolt slightly.

You nodded with a smile, squeezing his hand as you looked over to the monitor, your face lighting up as you saw the little one growing inside of you.

"Incredible." Kyle said, his eyes lighting up at the digital. "You can see it's little head."

The doctor smiled at your husband, and began to move the gadget around to show him more of the baby, stopping suddenly when she caught sight of another foot. "Wait a second, think we have another one!"

"Another one?" You asked, your brows furrowed. "What do you mean?"

"Ah yes. My suspicions were correct, Mrs. And Mr. Garrick, it appears you're having twins!"

Kyle made a small noise of surprise as you let out a squeal.

"T-twins?" He stuttered. "A-Are you sure?"

"One hundred percent, Mr. Garrick. If I could direct your attention back to the screen, you'll find the second little one right here."

Kyle's jaw dropped as his eyes fell on the two small figures on the screen. "Y/N. We are having twins."

You let out another squeal and turned to Kyle, throwing your arms around him. "Oh my gosh, Kyle."

He squeezed you gently as a tear came to his eyes. "I'm so excited, babe. I can't believe this."

After that appointment, Kyle became extra attentive to you. He'd drop what he was doing if you needed something, and his heart would grow ten times bigger each time he'd see your belly growing. He was the best husband you could've asked for, and the best father you could've dreamed of having for your twins.

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A/N: ahh I hope this was okay! I didn't want to go super angsty with this one lol🫣

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kimetsu-no-yaiba-writings · 1 year

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We need Dilf!Muzan headcannons now since you plotted that image in my head

Hehehe (ﾉ∀`♥) Of course! I love a DILF, especially dilf!Muzan~

And he lives in my head rent free! So i'm glad it's gotten into someone else's head or else i'd have burst!

Here's a little something with some DILF Muzan awhile back which was just me bouncing idea's around (￣∀￣.) - HERE

Also I'm more than happy to write this as a oneshot or mini series of something (＠＾▽＾＠.) cause the mental image is vivid on my brain and has me in a chokehold....

But anyway!

Dilf! Muzan Kibutsuji Headcanons:

Dilf!Muzan who accidentally bumps into you when shopping with his son and daughter, browsing the toy section with his kids babbling away in the trolley

Who's eyes shine as he talks to his kids, pointing gently to different toys and teddy bears and giving soft praise when they've picked without fuss - a mech that lights up and a helicopter with shootable missiles

All tall and broad

All pretty eyed with long black eyelashes

Sculptured brows and chiseled features

Dressed casually but still oozing with a certain charisma -

Black t-shirt hugging his form perfectly with grey tracky bottoms that sit tantalizing on his hips - throat becoming dry at the sight

His trolley knocks into yours and your heart skips a beat at his smooth silk voice apologizing for the brief moment of havoc

Who's hand is warm and larger than yours as he offers a handshake, nails as perfect as the rest of him

Taking in the feint blush across your cheeks and the stuttering breathe you take before introducing yourself

"And these two?" you ask with a soft grin "Who are these cuties?"

DILF! Muzan, who grins with a boyish charm, showing off canine and a set of dimples that make your heart stop

"These are my pride and joy," He says with a beaming smile "My daughter Chiyo and my son Kaito"

Chiyo (meaning 'a thousand generations') who's hair sits in beautiful inky waves down her back with eyes of soft pink, a gaze of childish wonder at the bright lights of the shop and shelves

Kaito (meaning 'Soaring over the ocean') with eyes of clear ruby and short wavy hair of ivory who blinks at you with a curiosity

You can't help but coo at them - "Aren't you adorable!" before turning to look at muzan with a smile

"You and your partner must be so proud of these two! I know I would be!" + "Ah, I'm single"

Que a silence that makes you want to die on the spot... Before your saved by his soft smile - "it's okay, it happens all the time"

You insist on making it up to him

Afterwards, each week you both meet each other - sometimes by accident sometimes on purpose - in the shop, following each other around and talking before parting ways after paying

Until one day he offers you a piece of paper, his gaze averted with a feint blush - "It's my number...." He murmurs "I thought we could go for coffee next week if your free"

A false bravado slipping onto his face as he turns to look you in the eyes, voice raising into a question "Thats if....if your alright with going out with dad of two?"

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taegimood · 4 months

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okie okie so soobin is my ult bias HE HAS HAD ME IN A CHOKEHOLD SINCE I SAW TXT AT THE ASM TOUR can you pleaseeee feed my delusions and write some soobin with chubby reader bc as a chubby reader i hardly ever find any and it makes me so bummy :((

also i found your account a few days ago and am SO glad that i did bc your posts are GOD TIER

-sincerely 🦥 anon (i’m claiming a spot on your anon list hehe 😈 if that’s alright with you 👀)

hi nonnie!!! ofc you can be 🦥 anon hehehe! and thank you so much for the support AHH i really appreciate it 😭🫶🏼 also i’m sorry that you haven’t found much inclusivity around :( i hope that you can find it here!! i do also have a brief chubby gf x tyun thought on here too~

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ohhh boyyyyy soobin w a chubby gf… heaven fr. he’d just think you’re soso soft and cute and would love cuddling himself up to you, head on your boobs as a pillow with his big hands smoothing up and down your soft curves.

don’t even get me started on how obsessed he’d be with your boobs, we all know he’s a boob man but just imagine how insane he’d get over extra squishy titties to squeeze and suck and lay on.. you’d have him in a chokehold just with that alone 😮‍💨 he’d also just love laying his head on your tummy, all warm and soft and squishy and spiking the breeding kink in him let’s be real

binnie who whispers how you were made for him as he fucks into you gently, hands roaming all over you, LOVING the way your body jiggles every time his hips slap against yours - he’d find it so hot 🥹 always telling you how perfect you are and how he loves the dimensions of your body, gets giddy over the fact that it’s “just more that i get to love!” and he thinks it’s so so sexy when you dress up all pretty for him in lingerie that hugs you just right, leaving room for imagination while still giving him a full view of your shape and those rolls and curves that he loves so much.

when the sex is rougher or more passionate, he’s gripping those curves to pull you back and forth firmly on his cock, uttering all kinds of filthy praises. “love the way you look bouncing on my cock, fuck, made just for me.. body all mine.. so fucking pretty, baby. can’t wait to fill you up so full.” moaning shamelessly at the loud slapping sounds and every ripple of your skin and the fact that no matter what size you may be, he’s still so much bigger and stronger and to him you’ll always be his little baby who he can manhandle just right <3

#ask mj ♡#mj’s hard thoughts #txt #txt hard thoughts #txt soft thoughts #txt x reader #txt smut #txt fluff #soobin #soobin hard thoughts #soobin soft thoughts #soobin x reader #soobin smut #soobin fluff #taegimood #nonnie 🦥 !

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amoremainslayer · 1 month

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YOUR NAME - S.HB

Pairing : Sung Hanbin x gn reader

Genre : teeth rotting fluff, established relationship

Warnings : none!!

Note : This might or might not be inspired by I tik tok I've seen👅 Also I just realized this is my first ever post hehehe

Not proofread!!

"You know" Hanbin called out leaving you looking up to him with a curious expression. The two of you were currently standing in your shared kitchen, baking cookies together since you've been craving them the past few weeks.

"I think I really need to stop talking about you" Hanbin continued which made you laugh. You shook your head gently "And the reason for that is?" You asked in an amused tone.

Hanbin gave you a soft grin "Whenever I want to talk to you to my friends, they somehow already know how things will end. Even if they never met you!" He laughed softly to which you joined in.

It was true. When it came to you, Hanbin was never able to shut up. You gave him a teasing grin, nudging his shoulder softly "It's giving unhealthy obsession bin" You teased to which he just snorted.

He patted the flour of his hands before turning around and leaning his hips against the kitchen counter while staring at your face. He crossed his arm casually "No but really. Anyone who truly knows me, knows your name" He spoke sincerely.

You stopped kneading the tough before looking up to Hanbin. Something about those words created a warm and fuzzy feeling around your heart.

A gentle smile appeared on your lips as you gazed up to him "You mean it?" You asked softly. Hanbin smiled, his whisker dimples appearing as his eyes glowed in the dim light.

He nodded gently "Ofcourse I do love" He said gently, putting his hand behind your head before pulling closer to him. His lips brushed against yours as you watched his eyes close slightly.

After a few seconds of enjoying the proximity, Hanbin had enough and gently kissed you. You immediately closed your eyes before tilting your head to deepen the kiss further.

Your kiss was innocent, so full of love and passion the two of you held for eachother than anyone around would be able to feel it.

You pulled away, a gentle smile on your slightly swollen lips "I think I might cry" You joked which left Hanbin snickering. He gave you a fond smile, gazing into your slightly teary eyes before saying

"Its alright as long as I'm the one wiping away your tears"

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garoujo · 1 year

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✩ ˛˚ . ITOSHI SAE + SHIDOU RYUSEI ; — it’s obvious that shidou wants you but sae’s never been one to share.. until recently.

warnings: f!reader, stepcest, all characters written 22+, pussy + ass eating [at the same time], 3some. note: this drove me insane i’m sorry i’ve been crazy all day since writing. [repost since it got taken out of tags + i was private for a bit]

you always thought your step brother’s sae’s ‘friend’ shidou was a little.. strange, he’d never done anything in particular that made you uncomfy but he was so shameless when it came to his attraction towards you.

sharp eyes locked on your figure from across the room, shamelessly creeping around the swell of your ass or the bounce of your thighs and chest with every step you took. but the tight grit of your brothers jaw made you wonder why he even brought him around at all with how seeming irritated he always seemed to make him.

sae was protective of you, as most big brothers would be but he always seemed a little more territorial whenever shidou seemed to always follow you into every room. always too close or too flirty — behaviour sae had always brought up as soon as he left with a “do you really think he’d make you feel as good as i do, sweetheart?” normally mumbled into the crook of your neck or the where his lips would press against your ankle as your legs rest his chest.

so you don’t know what’s changed by the next time you’re met with them both in the living room, both men’s eyes are on you and it’s hard to miss the sort of glow that blooms as you approach. you suddenly feel too warm under your clothes and the small shorts you’d opted to wear suddenly feel too short with the thick atmosphere that seems to blanket the three of you as you draw closer.

another careful step and you almost jump when you feel shidou’s hand loop around your thighs, squeezing teasingly as he pulls you into him. “oh? all of this for me? you must’ve known i was coming~” he sings and you swallow rough when your eyes lock with your brother sae’s on the other couch.

he’d never let him get this far before, normally he’d have been called off by now — like a dog returning to its owner after being let off its leash. but now— you can feel every press of shidou’s fingers against your skin as they creep closer to the hem of your shorts.

“not yet. hands off you demon.” sae grits eventually, his voice lower than usual as his cheek rests against his fist — head tilting as he notices the laboured rise and fall of your chest. another too close press of his friends fingers along the inside of your thigh, deliberately grazing it along the base of your shorts before it retreats entirely and you feel like you can’t even speak.

“hehehe, alright~” shidou drawls, cheeky smirk in place before he’s resting back against the couch — thighs spread and arms resting along the back like he hasn’t just rendered you into a mess with a single touch. but just as quickly as your attention leaves your brother, for a second, it’s drawn back with the next quick tap of his palm against his lap.

it was unlike sae to be so openly affectionate with you in company, fucking his step sister was a headline he’d hoped to avoid after all, but you’d also never been one to ignore his commands — not when he treated you so well.

so you’re quick to listen, your hips taking a noticeably sinful sway as you approach him and you’re not ignorant to the way you can feel shidou’s sharp gaze drinking you up from behind, giggling as he watches the way you slink your way into your own brothers lap. oh you’re such a twisted little thing— he fucking loves it.

“sae-nii.” you drawl as your hands rest around his shoulders— pressing your chest closer to his as your thighs squeeze around his hips.

“hm?” sae returns as his gaze falls along your features, his palms rest carefully against your hips — teetering carefully along the swell of your ass but he lets the silence hang in the space where you both take a breath before he speaks. he knows you can sense the change, the tension.

“shidou thinks he can treat you better, but we both know that’s not true, don’t we?” it’s blunt and straight to the point, accompanied by the press of his palms as he takes a handful of your ass that has you melting into him. it’s deliberate and calculated, like he’s staking a claim — you’re his sister after all, like he’s proving he can play you like a violin.

“i just accepted his challenge.” sae’s voice is like honey as he palms at your body — gaze locked on yours like he’s giving you a moment to submit or deny. if it wasn’t for the drawled, dreamy giggle that sounds from over your shoulder you’d have forgotten about shidou entirely with the way the man below you has you drunk on him already, nodding softly as your hips press tighter against his.

“oh, i’ll have you fallin’ in love~” it’s cocky, irritatingly so when you almost see it pop a vein on your big brothers temple as his teammate approaches from behind you, letting himself loom over your figure as he presses himself against your back — completely ignoring the fact you’re already in another man’s lap.

“fat chance. she’s still my sister.” sae grits but he doesn’t call off shidou, he can feel the way being pressed between the both of them is making you warmer — needier as you grind yourself deeper into your brothers lap. instead, he lets one of his hands smooth up to hook around your chin, keeping your clouded gaze on his just as the man behind you’s palms reach around to squeeze and grab at your breasts.

“and we both know id rather die than let him have you all to himself.”

your brother was right, he wasn’t about to let shidou have all of the fun — which is why you already feel like putty, twisting and breaking at the seams of your sanity as your fingers twitch into the fabric of the couch. it all seemed to happen so fast, going from pressed between two men to being bent over your own couch with one between your thighs and the others chest pressed against your back.

“oh shit, that’s the stuff.” shidou grunts from where he’s resting on the floor — head pressed back against the edge of the couch as you grind yourself down onto the warm press of his tongue and mouth as you sit on his face. “knew this pussy would be sweet~” everything about how he eats you out is messy and you’re oh so fucking addictive, pressing yourself back deeper into the hug of your brothers chest as his friend takes a long taste of your cunt.

it’s fucking filthy, the way you can feel sae’s cock press against the swell of your ass as he takes control of your hips — easing your movements along the man below you’s mouth as he pumps his own cock, already throbbing at the taste of you on his tongue.

“f-feels s’ good, sae-nii.” you babble as you rock yourself into every eager swipe of shidou’s tongue, trembling when you feel the muscle push it’s way into the squeeze of your walls, slurping and smacking at the slick every press seems to push out of you. his cheeks and chin must be soaked with a mixture of you and his own spit, but it only seems to urge him to go further, wrapping his free arm around your hips as his lips trail higher — closing around your clit as he suckles languidly with the next rough stroke of his own palm along his cock.

it’s fucking shameless the way the striker is moaning against you, low and ragged as he grins against your slick folds — sharp eyes watching the way your lips part to moan as your own brother toys and squeezes at your tits. “fuck sake, you’re gonna make me fuckin’ cum.” shidou giggles and sae shoots him a lidded look from over your shoulder before he clicks his tongue, taking a particularly rough handful of your breasts before he sighs.

“don’t blow your load just yet..” your brother breathes against your shoulder before his lips are resting against your neck, his large palms smoothing down your waist gently before they’re suddenly wrapping in shidou’s hair to push him even deeper into you. but it only seems to make the striker feel even better as he moans loudly, messily heading the command with the pleasurable sting in his scalp as his nose knocks against your clit, feeling your warm walls flex around his thick tongue when he dips it past your fluttering hole.

“because you’ve not reached your limit yet, have you, sweetheart?” the way your brother addresses you is sweet, a sharp contrast to the way you know he’s about to break you as he kisses his way along the backs of your shoulders — easing his lips down your spine as he finally lets go off his friends hair in favour of falling to his knees behind you.

“sae-nii.. i cant, can’t take anymore—feels too good, ah!” you’re like fucking putty already as your thighs tremble but you still push back into the spread of sae’s palms as he spreads your cheeks. the movements followed by a particularly soft kiss against the puckered hole that lies beneath — basically begging him for some attention.

“you can take it. unless you want me to leave you with that demon?” his words are sharp despite the way he leans into you anyway, letting his tongue swipe and roll along the tight ring of your ass as your back arches. you feel so overwhelmed with pleasure, having two men working at both of your holes makes you feel on the brink of breaking completely but you can’t stop, grinding back into each wet smack of their tongues as they groan against you.

“n-no! don’t leave, need you.” it’s so fucked up but it’s so good, one of your hands reaching down to tangle into shidou’s hair as the other reaches back to tangle in sae’s — every smack of their lips is wet and it’s dangerous the way you already feel so close. the striker below you giggles as he bites teasingly at your clit, making you twitch just as your brother pushes his tongue past the first right ring of muscle that makes you cry out for him.

“oh shit, that’s the stuff.. didn’t know you were so filthy, itoshi sae.” shidou’s panting like a fucking animal as he pumps at his cock, he could do this all day — having too much fun underneath you while his teammate works at the parts of you he can’t quite reach right now.

“and what about it?” there’s a crack in sae’s usual collected tone of voice, one that’s driven for the need to taste more of you — to prove that he’s the only one that knows how to work his sisters body. you were born for him and he’ll prove it as he pushes himself deeper, driven by the want to have you crying out your brothers name as you cum.

“hehe, nothing~ you itoshi’s are fuuun.”

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yoongifis · 2 years

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💌 “Mr. Min” | myg

where you work at the company that’s owned by your ex, but the tension between the two of you gets a little out of hand.

; pairing: ceo!yoongi x officeworker!female!reader

; warnings: ass grabbing, ass slapping, vaginal penetration, unprotected sex, fingering, creampie, cock warming, thigh riding, usage of mature words, very jealous and possessive yoongi, exes to lovers, office sex.

; genre: smut (18+), angst, and fluff

; a/n: hii all!! in honor of hitting 400 followers, i decided to gift you guys this ceo yoongi fic!! heheh! i’ve had ceo yoongi stuck in my head for days and i just needed to have him written up in one of my writings. thank you so much for showing so much love to all my work! it makes me so happy to see that you guys enjoy reading them :’) luv you guys so much! <33

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Life after college wasn’t anything extraordinary. You were just doing the same thing—except you’re working at a big girl job. You wake up, get ready, go to work, come back home, and repeat. It’s all the same.

In the beginning of your new adventures as a new grad, you worked small jobs here and there. You weren’t expecting to land the job right away, and that was alright with you. You were lucky enough after a year to score the job that you had been most excited for—working with one of the biggest companies in South Korea, Min Corporations. To be more specific, you worked in the department of data analysis and product management—figuring out what products are selling and what’s not and coming up with solutions to actually make those products sell.

Working here has been great. You’ve made new friends, everyone at work is pretty friendly, the workload isn’t too bad, and you genuinely enjoy doing the work.

…Until you ran into a little situation.

Just after working for nearly half a year, the chairman and CEO had finally appointed his step-son to become the new CEO. His son was working alongside him in the states, but had decided to take over the office in South Korea and let his step-dad handle the overseas business. Everyone was eager to see what he looked like the day he was said to visit. Considering that he’s the son of the chairman, everyone figured that he was probably quite young and were hoping that he’d be caring, nice, and handsome too.

It turned out, people's assumptions were nearly right—handsome, young, caring, but a little strict. During his visit, he actually took the time to come to each floor to personally introduce himself. When it came to your floor, everyone immediately stopped working and jumped up to greet him, getting ready to listen to the words he had to say. He spoke with a calm and cool tone, low voice slightly tingling the ears of many employees. His long, black hair pushed back, with a little strand of hair dangling in front of his forehead. His physique wasn’t extremely muscular—it was more toned, and it sure did look good with the business attire he had on: an all black suit with a black tie and white button up. He moved his head around while he spoke, making sure to make eye contact with everyone in the room. The two of you eventually made eye contact, allowing you to get a better look at him. From there, he only looked at you as he spoke.

And then it finally hit you.

Your new CEO was no one other than your ex boyfriend, Min Yoongi.

You had immediately hoped that he didn’t recognize you, but it became too late to wish for that. He began to randomly visit the floor you work on quite often just after being in the office for a week. He’d walk around pretending to be curious on how everyone is doing, and then he tries to spot you, make his way to you, and see what you’re up to—only for him to just pick apart your ideas. He’d call random huddles in your department and choose you to say a couple words, which always ends with you embarrassing yourself.

What’s funny is that none of you really acknowledged the fact that you guys had some history between the two of you. You both had always kept it professional (I mean at least you did. Yoongi? Doesn’t seem like it).

It all continued for about two weeks and now he has finally left you alone…at least you thought he did.

His new mission with you has been observing you from afar and trying to find any chances to talk one-on-one with you for some small talk. You, on the other hand, didn’t want anything to do with him. You always gave him short answers and even try to avoid him as best as you can. You were only focused on work and nothing else.

“Y/n, could you send me those files you were showing me earlier?”

“One second, Chae. I’ll send it over once I’m finished with this proposal!” Your eyes are glued onto your screen, but from your peripheral vision you could see your coworker standing up from their seat across from you. Your eyes move up to her for a split second before looking back down.

“Y/n, you need to slow down! That proposal isn’t even due till next week.”

“Yeah, and?”

She scoffs at you, rolling her eyes.

“You busy over the weekend or something? Is that why you’re trying to finish all your work?”

You ignore her for a few seconds, finishing up the final sentences of your work before hitting save.

“Nope,” you pop the ‘p’ at the end of the word, “just like to not be able to do work over the weekend!”

“You sure you don’t have a boyfriend or someone coming over? I mean that was quite a bit of work we were given and you just zoomed right through it.”

Before you could answer, you could hear someone clearing their throat from behind you. Your friend immediately sits back down pretending to work while you freeze in your tracks, realizing who it is.

“Ladies,” he hums, “talking about personal matters on the clock?”

You turn your chair to face the tall man who stood behind you, his arms crossed against his chest.

Heh, great.

“Well—uh, it was only for a couple minutes, Mr. Min.” And that’s the truth—we were not talking like this for the past hour.”

“Mm, isn’t it a bit distracting for the rest of your co-workers to hear about you two talking about your boyfriends and whatnot.”

You slightly scrunch your face at his words.

“Mr. Min, I can assure you that weren’t talking loud enough for everyone on the floor to hear. However, since it seems like I had distracted you from your work, I’d like to sincerely apologize.”

There was a tone to your voice that Yoongi was immediately able to identify. It had a big of a sassy and annoyed twinge to it. He wasn’t sure if it was intentional, but he knows it used to be something you did quite often whenever he teased you before. He liked it—it made you sound brattier.

A lazy, lopsided smirk slowly appears on his face as he stares at you. He brings his arms to his sides and stuffs his hands into his front pockets, leaning down to meet at the same eye level as you. He brings his head to the side of yours, being careful to not be super close.

“I’d like to see you in my office,” he says firmly, standing up straight before turning around and making his leave.

You huff, slowly getting up to follow him to the elevator, going up to the very top of this huge building.

—

He walks towards his desk, hands in his pockets as he turns around and leans against it. You walk closer to him, giving enough space between the two of you.

“It’s nice to see you again, y/n.”

You cross your arms in front of your chest, scoffing at his words.

“Seems like you remember me, hm? But I can tell that you do try to avoid me, and I won’t let that continue.”

You roll your eyes, “Mr. Min, why are you calling me into your office?”

He smiles lazily again, chuckling lowly at your professionalism and the act you were putting on.

“C’mon, call me Yoongi like you used to.”

“Mr. Min, if there isn’t anything that needs to be discussed about, I’ll be leaving.”

As you were about to turn around, he speaks up again.

“Tell me about your little boyfriend.”

You face him again, eyebrows furrowed in confusion as your mind is trying to process his words.

“What?”

You were taken aback with his comment—I mean out of all the things he could’ve said in a workplace he chose that one? Was he an idiot or something?!

“You know—the guy you’re seeing right now.”

There was no one in your life that took that position. However since Yoongi was oddly interested in knowing who you were seeing, you decided to go along with it.

“It’s none of your business.”

He hums, “going out with them this weekend?”

“It’s still none of your business.”

“Does he work for me?”

You wait a little bit before responding, allowing the tension to grow.

“Didn’t you say we shouldn’t be talking about personal matters while on the clock?”

You got him there. Yoongi grows irritated by your snarkiness, clenching his jaw. He stands up, making his way around his desk to sit in his chair.

“You may leave, then.”

—

After that day, the rest of your week felt a bit off. First of all, Yoongi wasn’t showing up to your floor as often as before, which obviously didn’t bother you at all—you got to work comfortably without worrying about running into him or something. Second, your workload started to slowly increase a bit. You found yourself having more paperwork to do and look over, having to take on more projects because the team manager said that the ‘big boss’ (Min Yoongi) found you the “most qualified” out of everyone on the floor, which you thought was complete bullshit. You weren’t able to finish your work earlier than usual, so you started staying later at work, and now you have to work at home during the weekend. This went on for two weeks and you were starting to feel burned out.

“God, y/n—what’s going on with you?”

You look up to see it was Jimin, alongside Taehyung, the two of them staring at you as you were frustratingly running your hands through your hair. The bags under your eyes were a bit dark, they slightly droop more than usual, a clear sign that you weren’t getting enough sleep.

“I have so much work to finish, and I’m not done with even half of it yet! Mr. CEO keeps rejecting my work or tells me to review the projects or papers again every time I meet with him, which keeps pushing me back!” You’re fuming, it felt like steam was blowing out of your ears.

Taehyung puts a hand on your shoulder, gently massaging it.

“If you need help, you know that we’re here too. I don’t mind taking in some of the work,” a soft smile appears on the younger boy’s face.

Jimin immediately perks up, “—I didn’t agree to that! You know I have lots of work too—.” Before he could keep going, Taehyung elbows the boy on the side of his stomach. You laugh as Jimin rubs his side and winces in pain dramatically.

“Thanks guys, but Mr. Big Boss already yelled at Jungkook, Seokjin, and Namjoon when he caught them trying to help me. He specifically said he only wanted me to do the work—which is shitty!”

“That is pretty shitty,” Taehyung scoffs, biting the inside of his cheek as he tries to think of some sort of solution.

“Why don’t you tell him that you’re feeling tired and that he should cut you some slack? You always do your work, so I don’t see why he wouldn’t take it easy on you?” You look at Jimin, who was playing with thread on the end of his sleeve as he mumbles to you.

You had a couple ideas in your mind that led to Yoongi giving you all this work, but the main one you truly believe has to do with being his ex—a big abuse of his power, right?!

You chewed on your bottom lip, giving the idea some thought to it. ‘Fuck it’ is what you then thought, so you stood up from your seat and collected all the papers that you had scattered on your desk.

“I’ll let you guys know what happens when I come back, okay?” You walk past them, not even giving them a second of your time to hear what they wanted to say before you left.

You were on a mission. You wanted to give Yoongi a piece of your mind (while being professional, of course). You wanted to confront him and ask him why the hell is he trying to give you so much work now—as if you had all the free time in the world. You wanted to know why he keeps picking on you and why he keeps bugging you while you work. You wanted to know why he keeps popping up in your mind when you don’t want him to—why did that happen so much especially when you guys broke things off. You wanted to know why it’s been hard for you to sleep at night ever since you found out he works at the same job as you. You wanted to know why a part of you misses him so much but the other part of you wants to pretend he never existed in your life. You wanted to know why the thought of him trying to sneak glances, make small talk with you, or do anything just to be near you still gives you butterflies even though you pretend to hate it. Most importantly, you wanted to know the reason why he cheated on you…multiple times.

“Focus, y/n!” You mumble to yourself, giving yourself a gentle slap on the cheek to bring you back to reality. This wasn’t the time to bring that stuff up. The past is the past, and you shouldn’t be dwelling on it anymore. You guys are over, and there shouldn’t be anything between you two but being coworkers. He’s part of your past and he should just stay as just that.

You slightly jump from the sound of the elevator as you were stuck in your thoughts just moments ago. You exhale slowly, taking your time walking out and going down the hallway that led to his office. As you approach the door, you see his assistant Hoseok about to walk out. He looks up at you, confused as to why you’re here.

“Is Mr. Min in there? I’d like to speak with him.”

“Yes, he’s in there but I believe he’s only taking appointments right now since he’s very busy. I’ll let him know you stopped by right now.”

Damn it. So that’s just it? It all just ends here until I make an appointment with him?

“Thanks, Hoseok. I appreciate it,” you say with a small smile, turning your heels around to walk back where you started.

You were just about to hit the button to open the elevator doors until you heard your name being called out. You turn around just to be met with Hoseok again standing by the door. The both of you quickly meet halfway, standing awkwardly in front of each other.

“Mr. Min says he’ll allow for you to talk to him. I’ve left the doors slightly open for you, so there’s no need to knock.”

You nod your head, letting the boy leave first before you make your way back to the door. Before opening the door, you let out a shaky sigh. For some reason, you felt nervous to be doing this. But this is all for the sake of your sanity—you couldn’t handle doing all this work by yourself! Feeling a huge surge of confidence, you march right in with your head held high and your stack of papers in your arms.

The man was behind his desk, doing his work as you expected. His eyes never leave the screen until he hears the muffled tapping coming from your heels as you step in.

“Mr. Min.”

He’s smirking at you again. That stupid smirk that you want to rub off his face—what the hell is his problem?!

“Didn’t I tell you last time to call me Yoongi?” He’s leaning back in his chair, hands loosely clasped together and in his lap. He watches you carefully as you come closer to him and ignore his comment, tossing the stack of papers onto his desk.

“It’s quite unfair for you to hand me over such an excessive amount of work on top of the amount of work I usually get. I’m getting exhausted doing it, especially by myself since you won’t allow any of my coworkers to help me with it.”

You lift an eyebrow when you notice him lowly chuckling.

“Don’t have enough time on the weekends anymore, hm?”

You scrunch your face in confusion. What the hell was with this man?

“I’m not understanding what that has to do with what I was talking about.”

He’s getting up, making his way around his desk to lean against it like he did last time.

“Couple weeks ago I overheard you say that you try to finish your work earlier so that you can free up some time for the weekend. To spend more time with your boyfriend, I’m assuming?”

This again. Why does he keep bringing it up? It’s just another topic that doesn’t need to be discussed at work.

“Like I said, Mr. Min, my personal life is none of your business.”

He hums, “I’m for sure your boyfriend has to be working for me. However, it’s hard to tell who it is because you’ve got all these boys lining up for you every time I see you,” he’s chuckling again. “It pisses me off.”

His words throw you off guard, still not seeing where this conversation is going.

“None of that is any of your business, Mr. Min. And I don’t understand why we’re talking about this when clearly I’m here for—.”

“I hate the way you speak so formally with me,” he cuts you off, “can’t you just talk to me like how we used to, y/n?”

You roll your eyes at him, giving in to his request.

“Alright, fine. Yoongi will you quit giving me so much fucking work to do? I still don’t understand why you don’t want me having the weekend to myself or why you keep asking about my boyfriend. What’s your fucking deal?!”

God, was he confusing. This whole thing he’s doing to you is making you go insane.

He silently thinks to himself before responding to you.

“Is he better than me?”

Of course he would ask something like this.

“What are you even talking about?” You scoff, a little more annoyed than before.

“Your boyfriend. Does he know you like how I do?” His voice softens, but he seems to be genuinely curious about your so-called boyfriend. You decided to play along again and get him more riled up. You wanted to push his buttons even more, just like how he’s been doing with you.

“He is a lot better than you. More handsome, honest, faithful…No wonder why I get so excited when I leave work just to be at home with him.”

You glance over at Yoongi, observing his side profile. He was clenching his teeth again, and the tops of his knuckles that were gripping onto the desk were white. Your words had definitely turned a switch in him.

“I was always honest and faithful to you.”

You laugh at him. “Clearly, you weren’t.”

That does it for him.

He’s pushing himself off the desk, walking over to stand in front of you. With how tall he was compared to you, he uses that as a way to intimidate you, looking down at you so that you could feel small under him.

“Enough with the attitude.”

You get closer to him, giving him the best smile you’ve got.

“Why should I?”

“Should I shut you up myself?”

“Be my guest.”

He’s wrapping an arm around your waist, quickly pulling you close to close up the space between the two of you. Bringing his head closer to yours, his lips nearly touching yours.

“Gladly,” he says, his minty breath hitting your lips instantly. He brings his other hand and places it behind your neck, pushing you from behind to smash your lips against his. He was hungry—absolutely hungry for you. His lips moved quickly and in a feverish way, desperate to re-memorize every little inch of the shape of your lips. With a swipe of his tongue against the seam of your lips, you’re already complying to him. He’s pushing his tongue into your mouth, eliciting a groan from you—fuck, he loves that shit.

Yoongi explores your mouth, capturing your tongue in his mouth to suck on it. With the way your body was being pushed against his, the two of you couldn’t even tell who’s heart was racing the fastest and hardest. He’s releasing his hold on your tongue, kissing the side of your mouth before he starts leaving a trail of little kisses, stopping at your neck.

You extend your neck a bit, letting the man attack the exposed skin. He manages to easily find the one spot on your neck—that spot where if he puts enough pressure and sucks hard as he messily kisses it, it’s got you groaning in pleasure. You try to suppress your whimpers by biting down on your lip, but Yoongi wasn’t having it. His hands slide down from your waist to the curve of your ass, bringing a hand up and giving your ass a firm slap before he’s gently massaging the area. You let go of your bottom lip, letting your moans all out.

“Show your little boyfriend these marks, let him know you’re mine,” he mumbles against your skin, pulling back to see the damage he’s done.

“He’s already marked me in other places that you can’t see just by looking at me this way,” you teased, already knowing what you’re in for.

You can see his eyes turn dark, he’s poking the inside of his cheek with his tongue.

“Let me meet the little fucker. I want him to fuck off what’s mine. Matter of fact, if he works for me let’s call him up so he can watch me fuck you because only I know how to make you feel good, hm?” He’s separating your legs with one of his, your clothed crotch on his thigh. With his hands still on your ass, he’s pressing you down on him, encouraging you to move. It didn’t take you long to realize that you were rutting against him without any of his help. You move your hips at a rhythmic pace, your mouth slightly hanging open and tiny moans and whimpers slipping out.

“I’ve only kissed you so far and I can already feel how damp you are—you’re soaking my pants, baby,” he chuckles. “Can your little boyfriend do that?” He’s moving his head to snuggle against the side of your neck, pressing light kisses along it. “Speak up, baby,” he mumbles into your skin.

“N-no,” you whimper, eyes closed. God, it’s been way too long since you’ve done this. You haven’t done anything this intimate with anyone since Yoongi. It just never felt right to be doing this with someone that wasn’t him because he was your first for everything and you always thought he would be your last. You weren’t even able to pleasure yourself—it just always felt so much more different compared to being with Yoongi.

He’s removing his thigh from between your legs, earning a little whine from you. He’s spinning you around, bending you over his desk. You lay your head flat on the side as Yoongi takes both of your hands and hold them against the lower part of your back with one hand.

“As much as I love seeing you around work, it pisses me off that you wear these tight and short skirts,” he said, playing with the bottom of your skirt, feeling his fingers brush against the back of your thigh. “It gets all the boys in your department all bricked up—I can fucking tell. But I want them all to know that you’re off limits because you’re mine, no one else’s.” He hums, starting to push up the tight material of your skirt.

“Y-yoongi—wait!” You’re immediately shut up, whimpering when he rubs his clothed hard-on against your ass, only your tights and panties and his slacks separating the two of you.

“Fuck, baby. You have this effect on me too, can you help me take care of it?” His hand stays put, holding down your hands by the wrist against your back while the other hand grips and pulls on the skin of your ass.

“P-please Yoongi, just fuck me already,” you whine. You couldn’t handle it anymore. You were desperate to just be fucked by him. It’s been too long since you’ve had this type of pleasure and you knew that only he could fulfill it for you.

Usually those words would just send Yoongi into a frenzy, immediately taking orders. However, there was a slight shift in his demeanor, sort of hesitant to actually fuck you.

You lift your head up and look at him while he’s still behind you.

“I’m clean, Yoongi. I haven’t done anything with anyone after you,” you mumbled.

“What about your little boyfriend?”

“Heh, well—,” your voice goes high, “there isn’t a boyfriend. I just like messing with you.”

That does it. You got him pissed.

“Of course you would do that,” he snickers, releasing your hands from his hold, “you always liked it whenever I got rough with you after you teased me.”

He takes his free hand and places it onto the other side of your ass, pulling your tights apart, ripping it. The seam along your ass opens up, exposing your black thong.

“Yoongi—wait!” You squeal, finding one of his hands and holding onto it to stop him from continuing. “Are—um—are you clean?”

You watch his face soften, a small smile on his face. He’s leaning down, placing a quick peck on your lips before pulling back.

“There hasn’t been anyone after you, y/n. I’ve only wanted you and it's always going to be you.”

You swore that your heart swelled a hundred times its size. His words nearly make you want to cry. God, you’ve really missed him. You turn your head away out of being shy, laying your head down on the desk again but this time your forehead was pressed against your arms that were crossed and laid on top of each other on the desk. It’s funny how he still can manage to make your heart flutter when he’s got you in a position like this.

He lifts up a hand to slap your ass, massaging it right afterwards. You yelp, quickly looking at him with furrowed eyebrows and a pout on your face. He’s smiling at you, loving the face you made along with your pink airbrushed cheeks. His hand slides over to your panties, a finger following the material down to where it’s wet. You feel yourself clench around nothing once his finger is right on it, only being separated by the fabric.

“I’d love to tease you more, but fuck—I don’t know how long Hoseok will take doing those errands I told him to do.” He’s pulling your panties to the side, exposing your hole. Without a warning, he’s slowly sliding a finger in, causing you to mewl. “Just slid right in,” he chuckles, slowly pumping his finger in and out. “D’you mind if I fuck you already? Just like you asked me to earlier?” His head was next to yours, humming right into your ear. You start to squirm around when he slides in a second finger, his pace quickening.

“Y-yes—please—fuck,” you mumble breathlessly, “Yoongi, just fuck me already.”

Yoongi didn’t have any more patience to play around anymore. He’s already sliding his fingers out of you, muttering for you to lie down on your back with your legs spread out. You do as he says, loosely crossing your arms across your chest. It was slightly embarrassing—the way he was looking at you hungrily while your lower half was practically exposed to him.

He’s removing his blazer, a hand going up to loosen up his tie and removing it with ease. With him being left in his white button up, he rolls up the sleeves of it, only for you to notice the dark lines going everywhere on his arm. As you focus on his forearms, he’s moving his arms to his lower body, causing your vision to move down to his large, veiny hands. He’s trying to be quick with undoing his belt, but he seems to be fumbling a bit which makes you giggle. He undoes the button of his slacks, pulling out his cock from inside his pants. Yoongi watches your reaction as he holds it from the base, sliding his hand up to squeeze the top of it. You couldn’t remember how he was before, but you were sure that he’s most definitely gotten a lot bigger. His cock was on the thicker side, a decent length, as well. The mushroom-like tip of his cock was bright red and angry, precum oozing out of the slit.

Yoongi guides his cock to your hole, tugging your thong a little more to the side to get it out of his way. He drags just the tip of his cock along your wet folds, your essence coating him. You throw your head back at the feeling of his naked, hard member, your hole clenching around nothing again, impatient for his cock.

He removes himself from you, lining up his cock to your hole. You lift your head up to look back at him and his cock—you swore again that it definitely got bigger if it was even possible. He lets go of your hands, placing that hand back on your waist.

“Lemme know if you want to stop,” he mutters.

You nod your head, keeping eye contact with him until you feel him slowly pushing his tip in. You’re throwing your head back, eyes rolling back as your mouth slightly hangs open, airy moans immediately coming out of you. He’s watching you, making sure that you weren’t showing any signs of pain when he had himself completely in there. Eventually he starts to move, sliding in and out at a slow pace. His eyes keep moving from your scrunched up face to the way your pussy was swallowing him up.

God, he felt like he was going crazy. His hand and him just imagining you was never enough compared to actually being with you. He hasn’t felt you in years. You were tighter, more sensitive, and more vocal. He felt like he could just cum with the way you look right now.

“Fuck—,” he hisses. His speed quickens, grabbing the bottom of your shirt and pushing it up to expose your bra. He’s pushing it up as well, revealing your soft breasts. Yoongi is quick to latch onto one of your nipples, messily sucking on it. He’s brushing the flat of his tongue on it, using the tip of his tongue to circle around your areola before giving your hardened nipple a harsh suck. He tugs on your nipple that was gently in between his lips before he releases it, admiring how perky it looked. You were a mess underneath him, whimpering and moaning out his name all while he plays with you.

“These tits are mine,” he mumbles against your skin, moving onto the other nipple but making a quick stop on the side of your boob to suck and nibble on it, creating a faint mark.

He snaps his hips, the sound of skin hitting against each other filling the room.

“This pussy—also mine,” he grumbles.

“You—,” he snaps his hips again, earning a loud moan from you before he continues the speed he was at before, “—are also mine. Got it?”

Sentences and words weren’t able to formulate in your head and come out of your mouth. You did want to answer, but his cock was making you completely dumb in the head. He’s pulling away after giving your other nipple some attention, enjoying the way you looked while he fucked you on his desk.

“Yoongi—ah~,” you whine, feeling him rubbing your clit with his thumb. Your hands immediately go to his wrist, wrapping around it as your nails dug into his skin, trying to get him off.

“Too—too much!”

He’s quickening his pace, ignoring your comment.

“You’re taking me in so well, baby. Look at how you’re sucking me in—,” he grunts as he rams himself into you. He’s leaning into you, taking his other free hand to grab your face, squishing the sides of your cheeks. His actions cause you to pucker your lips, giving him the chance to plant a couple of quick kisses before he’s releasing his hold, the two of you immediately melting into each other.

“You’re mine,” he mumbles into your lips, “all mine.”

You’re pulling away from his lips, head turning to the side as you’re begging and repeatedly mumbling his name. He’s leaving a trail of kisses down your neck, dragging the tip of his tongue along your skin simultaneously, as he gropes one of your breasts, twisting your nipple with his index and thumb, and moves his thumb on your clit with more speed. The way you’re squeezing so tightly around him and how your moans got louder became motivation for him to be more aggressive with his thrusts.

Despite not being with each other for several years, he could still easily tell that you were at your limit, and so was he. He’s ramming himself with more force and speed than before, if that was even possible at this point, angling his hips a little better so that the tip of his cock was repeatedly hitting that one squishy and sensitive spot that has your fingernails digging further into the skin on his wrist that you continued to hold onto, and has you moaning even louder.

Yoongi pulls away, looking at you from above.

“So fucking pretty—just like always,” he mutters, “gonna fucking cum, princess?”

You didn’t bother to answer him, your mind was going blank and was spinning. The knot in you was about to snap.

“Cum for me already, baby.”

You moan out his name, releasing your hold from his wrist. Yoongi gives a couple thrusts, hips stuttering and rhythm becoming unstable before he’s groaning and releasing his warm load in you, coating your walls. He keeps himself in you, leaning forward so that he can press his body against yours, his head nuzzled against your neck. He’s slithering his arms underneath you, holding you.

The two of you lay there, heavily breathing. Just like before, you couldn’t tell who’s heartbeat was whose. It was one of the few things you could hear in the middle of this silence.

“Blind dates,” Yoongi mumbles, breaking the silence.

You scrunch your eyebrows in confusion, not understanding where this was going.

“My parents kept setting me up with blind dates.”

You scoff, “didn’t your parents already know about us?!”

“The parents you met before ended up getting divorced. I wanted to tell you that when I was ready to, but I never got the chance to.”

You went silent, a notion for him to keep talking:

“It was mainly my step-dad who kept setting me up on blind dates. I already told him all about you, but he insisted that I find someone else who could be more beneficial to the company. In other words, since I told him and my mom that I wanted to pursue music and that I didn’t see myself being in charge of his company in the future—who knew my mom ended up marrying some rich guy? He wanted me to be with someone who does know about dealing with business or whatever,” he sighs before continuing. “He told me to go on at least four dates—see if I end up liking any of them. I didn’t do anything with those women but sat in front of them while they just went on and talked away. I never developed any sort of feelings for any of them because all I wanted was you. How the fuck could I like any of those women if none of them are you? Was I not clear enough to my step-dad that I was crazy for you and still am?”

You felt your heart flutter again just from his words. You wanted to be mad at him like you were before but you just couldn’t. Yoongi carefully removes his arms from underneath you. He’s slowly pulling out from you, earning a whine from you from the empty feeling. He’s immediately pulling your thong back to its place, stopping any of his and your cum from leaking out. After tucking himself in, Yoongi helps pull down your skirt and get your bra and shirt back to how it was originally, keeping you from not being exposed anymore. You’re looking up at him, watching him look down at you with gentle eyes. He’s bringing a hand to the side of your face, gently caressing your cheek with his thumb.

“I was going to tell you about the whole blind date thing and how I told my step-dad that I’d rather be the one pursuing business and have you as my girl for the rest of my life. The problem was that I had to go to university abroad instead of here. School would’ve been so god damn better if I had you there with me, long distance or not,” he’s bitterly chuckling to himself, reminiscing about his lonely days without you. “It was already too late to tell you about all that stuff because you completely cut me out of your life and didn’t give me the chance to explain myself. It made sense why you would do that, I think I would’ve done that if I was in your position too. Nevertheless, I graduated university, worked a little, and my step-dad wanted me to take his spot as CEO. I told them that I’d only take the position if I got to come back here to South Korea. My only reason for that was because I wanted to find you. I don’t know how, but somehow the world was on my side and led me right back to you.”

You could feel your eyes become a little wet, tears threatening to fall out. The feeling of relief, embarrassment, guilt, and some sort of happiness overwhelmingly took over your body. But god—you felt like an idiot. Why did your first instinct have to be cutting things off without saying anything? I mean, it does make sense to do it in that sort of scenario. But it was still Yoongi—the man who’s only had eyes for you since the beginning. How could you easily listen to people instead of directly asking Yoongi to explain himself?!

Y/n, you idiot!

The tears spill out, causing Yoongi to immediately detect it with his thumb on your cheek. He brings his other hand to the other side of your cheek, cupping your face.

“I—I’m so sorry, Yoongi,” you mumble, closing your eyes, “I’m such an asshole for just leaving you like that.”

“It’s okay, baby. Although I’m upset that we lost some time together, you could give me a half-assed apology and I’d still accept it in a heartbeat.” He hums, thumbs brushing the tears away, “I’m expecting you to make up for all of it though.”

You open your eyes to take a look at him, only to see that his eyes never left you. He’s wiggling his eyebrows a bit, puckering his lips for a second to give you hints on how he wants you to make things up to him. You roll your eyes, giggling softly at this man. He removes his hands from your face and places them on your waist to help you sit up, stopping that awkward position you were both in. Yoongi helps smooth down your hair with the palm of his hands, bringing his hands back to hold your waist. You’re quick to push him away, crossing your arms in front of your chest. He’s looking at you with confusion written all over his face.

“You know—I think you should also compensate for my all the pain I went through too. You could start by showing me what’s underneath your sleeve.”

Yoongi chuckles, a lazy smirk on his face when he realizes what you wanted. He’s unbuttoning his white top, eyes fixed on you. You couldn’t help but switch between looking at him in the eyes and looking at his large hands. He’s sliding off his top, holding the fabric all scrunched up in his hand. You look at his skin with big eyes, a small gasp escaping your mouth. Your hands immediately go to his right arm, fingertips softly tracing the lines all over his skin.

“What? Don’t like it?” He hums, smiling at the way you looked so amazed by his tattooed arm.

“I think I’m in trouble because if other girls in the office find out about you having a sleeve, they’ll all try to steal you away from me,” you joked. He laughs, shaking his head as he turns around, revealing his whole back—probably the largest piece of art he had on his body.

“Gosh, Yoongi—this is absolutely beautiful.” Your fingers glide across his skin, gently tickling him. His arms and back were somewhat muscular and fairly toned—an indication that he’s definitely been working out more often. No wonder why he’s even more good looking than before.

“Wouldn’t it be even prettier if it had your scratch marks on there?”

You lightly smack him on the back at his comment, scoffing at him. He’s laughing, turning around as he puts on his button-up again. Yoongi rests his hands on your thighs, gripping them slightly.

“As for you,” he hums, “I’ve got something in mind that can make up for everything.” He leans his head closer to yours, making his way to steal a kiss. You block him again by covering his mouth.

You clear your throat, looking at him with innocent eyes. “Mr. Min, I’ve got to go back and finish up all the work you’ve assigned to me. I think it’s about time that I take my leave.”

He rolls his eyes, pulling back away from you just to dig into the back of pocket and take his phone out. He’s dialing a number and putting the phone to his ear before mumbling ‘one second’ to you.

“Hoseok, cancel and reschedule all meetings and plans I have today. Something important came up and I’d like to put all my focus on it for today. Also, please place y/n on leave for today. She expressed how exhausted she is as I’ve been overworking her. I’d like for her to get some rest for today and that we stop giving her the extra work that I’ve been assigning her. Thank you.”

He’s already shoving his phone back into his pocket, his eyes going straight back to yours. You look at him with a raised eyebrow, clicking your tongue and slightly shaking your head at his actions.

“Mr. Min, I don’t think you should be abusing your powers like that.”

Yoongi laughs lowly, amused with the way you were teasing with him like that.

“You know I don’t like you calling me that, right baby?” He hums, bringing a hand up to twirl a piece of your hair around his finger. “I want to focus on you today and make up for all the years we lost together. And I’ve got a couple of things in mind that we can do.”

“Pffft—can’t believe you, Yoongi.”

He smiles at you, cupping your face with his hands again.

“I’m in love with you, you know that?”

“It seems pretty clear to me.” He’s leaning in to press a soft kiss on your lips, you giggle against his lips during the process. Yoongi pulls away, looking at you with a face that’s waiting for certain words to come out of your mouth. You roll your eyes with a smile on your face, placing a hand on top of his and squeezing it gently. “I still love you and have always loved you, Yoongi.”

Yoongi smiles cheekily, the ends of his mouth reaching his ears. He was ecstatic to hear you say that to him, it’s all he’s been wanting to hear after all these years.

“Now that’s settled, I’d like to continue what we were doing here at my apartment.”

“Shouldn’t you be taking me on a date first? I mean technically we just started dating.”

He scoffs, “I’ll take you on all the dates you want, baby. But right now, all I want is you. I need more of you.”

Yoongi was desperate for another round, maybe even a couple more. You could tell that he was hungry for you just by the way he was looking at you. Once you accept his offer you already know that you’re in for it—you’re definitely going to be in lots of trouble.

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{12} - Paradise Gardens - Yandere!Demonic Entities!Ateez X Reader

Yandere AU & Demon AU - Book Two to Hotel California

Genre: Mature, Horror, Angst, Fluff, Slight Humour

Pairing: Ateez X Reader (Focus on Seonghwa, and slight Wooyoung)

Words: 9,104

Warnings: Clingy Wooyoung. I honestly think that's it lmao This is a Yandere story, it will contain themes such as stalking, violence, obsession, possessive natures, and just general overall creepiness and swearing. You have been warned.

A/n: So, I know it's been forever since I updated this, or at least, it feels like it lmaoo I really hope this chapter makes up for the wait! I think it's really cute and fun. I've got a lot of stuff planned going forward, and quite a spicy scene next chapter hehehe As always, feedback is greatly appreciated! Enjoy~

Also, gentle reminder that I don’t do tag lists.

Mini Masterlist - Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four - Part Five - Part Six - Part Seven - Part Eight - Part Nine - Part Ten - Part Eleven

If you thought Yeosang had been clingy after the first time the two of you had had sex, Wooyoung is ten times worse. You can hardly go anywhere in the house without him following you around, or showing up beside you suddenly in order to practically cling off of your side. He even goes so far as to appear beside you in the tub, a cheeky grin pulling at his features as he holds a rubber ducky in his one hand.

The first time he had done that, you had let out a shriek in surprise. One minute you had been alone, sliding into the warm water with your eyes falling shut in bliss. The next, you had opened them to see him sitting across from you, smiling like a mad man in love.

“Hi, Angel.” He had waved that rubber ducky held in his hand so casually before giving it a small squeeze.

The squeak it let out almost served to mock the irritation you had been feeling. Of course, Yunho and Yeosang were quick to appear in the bathroom after that, having heard you shriek and all.

“Don’t you, ‘Hi, Angel’ me! You nearly gave me a heart attack!” You had smacked his arm, chest rising and falling dramatically as you attempted to catch your breath.

“Oh, no! My Angel is suddenly having breathing issues!” Wooyoung all too eagerly leapt at the opportunity to wrap you in his arms

A blink, and you have him in a headlock, clear irritation on your face.

“Can I not be alone? For five minutes?” You shake him lightly, feeling how his one hand rests almost lovingly against your arm wrapped around his throat.

“Well, I see you two are figuring things out.” Yunho chuckles.

“I just want to take a bath in peace.” You sigh.

You can practically feel the way Wooyoung deflates in your arms, and you just know that that all too familiar pout of his is pulling at his features.

“I just want to spend time with you, Angel.”

“And you can’t do so wearing pants?” Yeosang gives his brother a once over, clear distaste on his features.

“Like you did any differently!” Wooyoung counters, still being held in that headlock by you.

That’s when you realize: oh, yeah, you’re naked, too.

That rubber ducky gets thrown in the direction of both Yunho’s and Yeosang’s heads. “Get out!”

“It’s nothing we haven’t seen before, Petal.” Yunho chuckles, easily catching the rubber ducky in his hand.

“I don’t care!” You begin tossing more small items in their direction while shoving Wooyoung out of the tub. “Privacy is privacy, and I value mine!”

“Alright, Dearest.” Yeosang smiles, his shoulders shaking lightly as he grabs Wooyoung by his ear before the younger male can hop back into the tub with you. “We’ll leave you be.”

“Thank you, Yeosangie.” You return his smile with a relieved one of your own. Crossing your arms over your chest, you shoot them all a look. “No weird demon magic, or spying through the mirrors thingy, either.”

“We wouldn’t dream of it,” Yunho hums, amusement dancing in his eyes.

Not even a moment later, the three males disappear from the room, leaving you to your thoughts once again.

At least you managed to get some time alone after that. However, Wooyoung was insistent of spending almost every waking moment he could with you. For two solid weeks, he would always be the one sitting beside you when you were eating, and somehow, he would manage to worm his way into your lap while you were reading in the library. He’d follow you around the house like a lost puppy, and nearly fight his brothers every night to be the one to sleep in your bed with you.

Finally, one night, you managed to convince him to give you some space. You dragged both Mingi and Seonghwa into your room before Wooyoung could appear and kick one of them out. Comfortably, you rested in bed, a male on either side of you, and just as you were drifting off to sleep, a weight suddenly laying on your chest had your eyes flinging open.

“Really?” Your bloodshot eyes bored a hole into the top of Wooyoung’s head as he clung onto you from overtop of your blankets.

“Wooyoung, you’re being too much.” Mingi sighs.

“If My Angel had a problem with it, she would say something.” Wooyoung replies, matter of factly.

“I have been begging you all week to let me breathe, Wooyoung.” You manage to bring a hand up to rub at the bridge of your nose. “We can’t always be attached at the hip.”

“Why not?” He pouts, staring up at you with those big, brown eyes of his.

“Wooyoung,” It’s Seonghwa who speaks this time, and at one look from him, the younger is shrinking in his spot. “Don’t make me call Joong.”

“Fine.” Wooyoung sighs, dejectedly slinking off of you, and off of the end of the bed.

Wooyoung slowly begins to make his way to your door, purposely dragging his feet. He glances over his shoulder, the look of a wounded animal resting on his features as he pleads with you silently to ask him to say.

“Goodnight, Wooyoung.” You say, somewhat pointedly as you turn to curl yourself into Mingi’s side.

The sound of your door clicking shut is the only response you get, and for some reason, even you can sense the way Wooyoung is surely trudging down the hallway defeatedly.

Now, as you rest on your bed the very next day, you find yourself alone at last. The only person in the room with you is Kuroo, and he rests curled up in a little ball on top of your Snorlax beanbag chair. You swear you can almost hear soft little snores coming from that little ball of black fluff as you turn the page of your book.

Finally, you have some peace and quiet.

Most of the other guys have been pretty good with you lately. Reluctantly, they’ve allowed Wooyoung the pleasure of clinging to you for the first few days after you had entered the dance studio of your own free will. Luckily, though, they’ve had your back more often than not. It seems last night might have been the final straw, for you haven’t heard anything from Wooyoung today.

A first in over two weeks.

Of course, you opt to hide out in your room, just in case. As much as you love spending time with him, he has been a little overbearing lately. You just want a breather. Plus, it’s not fair to the others that he gets to monopolize all of your time. You still have yet to see Seonghwa’s tailor shop since the incident, and if all goes well, you plan on visiting him there later today. For now, you just want to enjoy the peace and quiet solitude can bring.

About another hour passes by like this, with you simply reading alone in your room. That is, until you see a little black fluff jump onto the bed with you.

“Oh, hello, Kuroo,” you coo, immediately bookmarking your page and smiling down at the little cat crawling up from the end of your bed. The instant you place your book beside you, he’s nuzzling against your hand, blinking up at you with wide eyes. “How’s my little handsome fella today?”

A coo is all you receive back, Kuroo pushing his head harder against your hand.

“Oh, come here, you.” You chuckle, picking him up from beneath his front arms, and pulling him on top of your lap. “Aren’t you just the cutest!”

A happy chirp greets you this time, Kuroo practically climbing up your body to begin rubbing his face all over your neck and jawline.

That’s when you notice another pair of golden eyes still staring at you from on top of your Snorlax beanbag.

Your grip tightens around the black cat in your arms.

“Alright, Stinky,” you begin to move off of the bed with ‘Kuroo’ held tightly in your grip. “You have impeccable timing, Little One, because it’s time for your bath.”

The cat freezes in your arms, but only for a moment. A loud complaint is soon filed by Not Kuroo pretending to be the real one.

“Ah-ah, don’t be a little stinker,” you shake your head, managing to scruff him. You pull him off of you, shifting your arm to the side as you hold him tightly in your grip. “And don’t you dare try and claw me like the last time.”

There’s a false cheeriness to your tone as you glance down to see Not Kuroo almost curling in on himself while being held by the scruff of his neck. He glances up at you with pleading eyes, only to meet your overtly tight, albeit friendly, smile.

The two Kuroo’s lock gazes, and the one in your hand shrinks even further in on himself.

Entering the bathroom, you march right over to the tub. The instant you turn the faucet on, Not Kuroo begins wiggling in your hold to escape.

“Come on, Stinky, none of that.” You lift him so you’re eye level. “Don’t you want to be a good boy for Your Queen?”

At the way you quirk a brow, Not Kuroo immediately stops squirming.

“I think the water should be the perfect temperature by now,” you smile, somewhat maliciously.

If this doesn’t teach him a lesson, you don’t know what will.

You don’t even bother to check the temperature as you dunk Not Kuroo beneath the rushing stream. You can feel the icy chill on the tips of your fingers, but you hold tight, submerging him for a good thirty seconds to ensure he’s soaked by the time you pull him out.

Turning off the faucet, you don’t even bother to grab a towel as you exit the bathroom. All the while, you continue to hold Not Kuroo by the scruff of the neck, water dripping in a trail behind you as you head towards the game room.

The moment San notices you enter the room, his attention is on you. His gaze darts from your overtly cheery expression to the soaking wet cat held in your hand.

Both Jongho and Mingi burst out laughing.

“Where’s Hongjoong?” You ask, tone dripping nothing but sweetness.

The cat in your hand tenses.

“He went out to feed with Yunho and Yeosang.” Jongho informs you, a knowing grin pulling at his lips as he stares directly at the cat in your hand.

A long sigh escapes you.

“What happened?” Mingi quirks a brow, looking between you and the cat.

“Stinky boy needed a bath,” you reply, lifting the cat so you can stare directly into his eyes. “Isn’t that right, Wooyoung?”

The cat’s mouth falls open, and in the blink of an eye, you’ve tossed him in the direction of his brothers. Wooyoung takes the liberty to shift mid-air, water droplets flinging off of him and onto the surrounding males.

“Hey! Watch it, Woo!” San flicks some of the water droplets off of his arm.

San gets completely ignored in favour of Wooyoung attempting to stand back to his feet and go after you. Only, he doesn’t get very far, as he sees you practically looming over him while he rests on his knees.

“I just wanted a day.” You sigh, rubbing at your tired eyes. “A day without you trying to magic your way into monopolizing all of my time.”

“Angel-“

“It’s been two weeks Wooyoung.” Your sharp gaze meets his own, his eyebrows drooping dramatically. “Two weeks.”

“You have been a bit much recently, Woo.” San chimes in.

“Like you’d be any different!” Wooyoung rounds on San.

The elder simply raises his hands in his own defence.

“I have asked you repeatedly to give me space, and you have not.” There is nothing but irritated disappointment on your features as you sigh. “Do you think posing as Kuroo works in your favour right now?”

A pointed coo from the real Kuroo as he walks into the room has Wooyoung’s eyebrow twitching.

“I just wanted to spend time with you,” his voice is but a whisper as he looks down at his hands.

“I understand that, Woo.” You crouch in front of him in order to get him to meet your gaze. “But you have to understand that I also value my downtime. We’ve been spending almost twenty-four hours with each other every day for a little over two weeks. That’s not fair to me when I’ve asked you for a little breathing room, nor your brothers. Do you not think that they also want to spend some time with me, too?”

“They haven’t said anything…” he mutters.

“We’ve tried.” Mingi grumbles out a response, crossing his arms over his chest.

“You have to understand that there are eight of you, and only one of me. I cannot be in multiple places at once, and you can’t always hog me to yourself.” You go on to say. “I don’t mind a day here or there where it’s just us, but you’ve got to learn that me saying that I need some time to myself, or me asking you to give me space does not mean that I don’t want you anymore, or that I don’t love you, or that I never want to see you again.”

The whole room is silent for the moment, save for the slow, consistent drip of droplets that continue to fall from the ends of Wooyoung’s damp hair.

“Okay.” His voice is small as he continues to kneel before you.

A blink, and you’re pointing at the other three. “I count you all in this, too.”

“We know, Baby.” San smiles faintly, a certain reminiscent gleam in his eyes.

“Now, if you’ll excuse me,” you nod once at them, moving to exit the room.

“So, which was worse?” Jongho moves beside his brother kneeling on the floor, purposely speaking loud enough so that you can still hear. “Being a drowned rat, or a dead fly?”

Your eyebrow twitches and you freeze halfway through the door.

A loud shushing sounds behind you, followed by the sound of frantic movement.

Slowly, you turn to look over your shoulder. Both of your eyebrows are currently raised in disbelief as you see Wooyoung half moving to put Jongho into a headlock.

“Do I even want to know what that’s supposed to imply?” You look between the two youngest, one of which is wearing a shit eating grin.

“Don’t you worry, Angel-“

“Remember that time you thought a fly got into your room?” Jongho’s eyes gleam with a twisted sense of amusement.

Your brow furrows, body fully turned back towards them for a moment. You notice how the two others opt to remain silent, watching on with a sense of glee shining on their features.

“A fly?” You tilt your head slightly, resting your hands on your hips as you try and recall the memory. “Oh, yeah! That was-“ your breath hitches in your throat as you turn your suddenly sharp gaze towards Wooyoung. “That was you?”

It had been during the second week at the start of this whole fiasco. You had just gotten out of the shower and had finished changing back into your moping attire for the evening when you had heard a fly buzzing around your room. You didn’t even clue in that it could have been Wooyoung after learning of his powers, considering it happened so long ago. Besides, you had other things on your mind, like how you were going to escape this ‘hotel’ you had seemingly been held captive in.

Of course, you weren’t having any sort of fly in your room, and instead of calling one of the guys for help, you decided to take matters into your own hands. Literally.

Besides, it’s not like you were really on speaking terms with them at that point.

So, rolling up the closest thing you could find, which just so happened to be a magazine Jongho had left for you that day, you decided to go fly hunting. A lucky smack, and the fly was upside down, legs twitching in the air before being scooped up and dropped outside onto the balcony.

Oddly enough, Jongho was the one who came to check on you after hearing the noise you had made by smacking the fly. Now that you think about it, of course.

“I can explain.” Wooyoung immediately lifts his hands in his own defence.

“So, you shifting into animals to spy on me isn’t a new thing?” You sigh.

“It’s not like I’m the only one who did it!” Wooyoung attempts to counter, only for Jongho to casually start walking away from him, an innocent look pulling at the younger male’s features.

“Why does this not surprise me?” You shake your head, moving to exit the room in the next moment.

“Wait! Angel!” Wooyoung scurries after you, managing to catch you halfway through the foyer. “I’m sorry!”

“Wooyoung-“

“It was stupid of me to do those things,” he continues, practically clinging off of you as you attempt to continue to make your way to the opposite side of the house.

“Wooyoung-“

“I promise I’ll never do them again,“ he slides down your body, practically clinging onto your one leg with every step you take.

You sigh, half dragging him across the floor as he desperately holds onto your ankle. Your clothes begin to become damp from the water still dripping off of him. “Sunshine-“

“I’ll make it up to you, I swear!”

“Wooyoung!” You stop just outside of Seonghwa’s tailor shop, noticing the elder male look up from whatever he’s working on from within.

Only, from the way Wooyoung continues to babble at your feet, grovelling with every word, you let out another sigh. Pleadingly, you turn to look at Seonghwa through the glass of the door, begging him silently to help you.

A blink, and Seonghwa is staring down at Wooyoung from the open door with a scrutinizing gaze.

“Wooyoung.” The elder says the younger’s name, quite pointedly at that.

“I just wanted to spend time with you, Angel.” He pleads for you to understand, his eyes wide as he looks up at you.

“I know, Woo.” You sigh. “I’m not mad. In fact, I’m more upset at Jongho right now for essentially pulling a San.”

“Hey!” A loud complaint sounds from down the hallway from the elder male.

“Marshmallows.” You call back, which immediately shuts him up. Then, you’re turning your attention back to the soaked male clinging to your leg. “Besides, we just agreed that you were going to give me space.”

“But-“

“Should I tell Joong to come back early?” Seonghwa mentions casually. “We all know the consequences of not respecting Our Queen’s boundaries.”

This has Wooyoung immediately back on his feet, straightening out your shirt for good measure.

“I’m not disappearing, Woo. I can promise you that.” You pat his arm lightly. “Now, go apologize to Kuroo for impersonating him while he was in the room.”

“Fine.” He sighs, trudging back down the hallway.

“And go wrestle your younger brother for being a shit disturber, or something.”

This has him immediately perking up, a sly grin tugging at his features. A quick turn from him, and he’s shifted to place a kiss onto your cheek before racing back down the hallway once more.

A shriek in the distance is all you hear that Wooyoung is most certainly doing something to get back at Jongho right now.

Turning back to face Seonghwa, an amused grin pulls at your lips. You notice he already wears one of his own, you shaking your head lightly while smiling to yourself. At least that seems to be dealt with now.

“May I come in?” Your inquiry is nothing short of sweet as you step towards Seonghwa.

“Of course, My Divine.” His answer is instant as he holds the door open for you. “Join me any time you’d like. You never have to ask.”

Gently, you place a kiss onto his cheek as you walk passed, letting that serve as your answer. Briefly, your eyes take in the familiar sight of his tailor shop, many different memories flooding your mind.

“What are you working on?” Your gaze catches on a bust in the centre of the room, different than what you’re used to.

“Well,” the soft sound of the door closing echoes throughout the room as he walks over to you. A blink, and he’s wrapped his arms around your waist, holding you flush against his chest as he stands behind you. “My Divine requested corsets for all of us, so I thought I should work on those today.”

Your hands come up to rest over his arms, leaning further into his touch as you relax into him. “Whose are you working on right now?”

“Yeosang’s.” He replies, and you both shift your eyes to look at the bust before you.

Your breath hitches in your throat as you fully take in the detail of the corset before you. It’s a light cream in colour, with golden detailing along the seams. The style is over the shoulders, the placement of the fabric appearing as if the corset is layered. The light colour, combined with the almost intricate detailing of such a simple design has your heart fluttering at the mental image of Yeosang wearing such a thing for you.

“It’s beautiful, Hwa.” You breathe, eyes continuously taking in every minute detail

“I’m glad you like it.” He chuckles, burying his face into the side of your neck.

“Have you made any others, yet?” You turn slightly in his arms, subconsciously tilting your head to the side to give him better access to your neck.

Seonghwa hums in response, “I’ve made yours.” A pause. “And mine.”

Subtly, your fingers press a little firmer against his arms.

“Would you like to see?” There’s an undertone of excitement to his inquiry, along with a hint of nervousness.

“I would love to.” You smile, managing to turn your head to place a kiss against his temple.

Parting from you somewhat reluctantly, Hwa disappears off to the side, pulling out two separate busts. He places the first one beside Yeosang’s, but the other, he purposely hides behind his back for now.

“This one is mine.” He says, motioning to the newly placed corset resting beside Yeosang’s own.

A look of complete wonder rests on your features as you take in the detailing of the corset before you. It’s a bit simplistic in design, but still beautiful. The black material only serves to cover his lower torso, appearing to rest just below his bust. Intricate silver leaves are embroidered on the fabric, silver stitching lining the seams.

For a full minute, you do not speak. Instead, you cannot tear your vision away from the corset before you, your mind swirling with images of what Seonghwa will look like wearing such a piece of clothing for you.

You swallow thickly, you lips parting, “It’s beautiful.”

It’s hardly noticeable, but his shoulders seemingly sink in relief at your words. “I’m just glad you like it.”

“I can’t wait to see you in it.” Comes your earnest reply, shifting your gaze over to meet his own.

“Well, if you like those, then I’m now certain you’ll love your own.” The corner of his lips quirks upwards as he steps aside to reveal your own corset to you.

A gasp escapes you as your hands come up to cover your mouth. You can hear your heartbeat thundering in your ears as your eyes go wide, nothing but excitement and love flooding your veins.

Before you rests one of the most intricate corsets you have ever seen in your entire life. The base is pure white, golden threads running throughout the fabric. Embroidered florals and leaves rest along the bodice, while the seams are lined with more of that striking gold. It’s strapless, with a slight sweetheart neckline at the top.

The exact inverse to his own corset’s design, but almost the exact same colouring to Yeosang’s.

“Seonghwa,” you manage to lower your hands as you meet his somewhat nervous gaze. “I love it!”

A radiant smile is immediately taking over his features. “You do?”

“Of course I do!” You take a step towards him to inspect the detailing of the corsets closer. “These are all incredible! Did you hand stitch these?”

“It took me some time, but I finally found a pattern I thought could suit us.” He shrugs off your words casually.

“You mean to tell me that you embroidered these yourself?” You lips part in awe.

“If it’s for someone important to me, I make all of the patterns myself.” He nods, averting his gaze somewhat shyly.

A few more steps, and you’re in front of him, cupping his cheeks gingerly in your hands.

“You’re incredible, you know that?” You gently guide his gaze to your own.

His lips twitch upwards in the corners, a warmth beginning to bloom beneath your hands and upon his cheeks.

“My Divine asked, and I am more than happy to deliver.” He whispers.

Again, you place a kiss upon his cheek.

“They’re all going to be matching, aren’t they?” You smile, turning to face the corsets once more.

“In one way or another, ours will all bear some resemblance to your own.” Seonghwa confirms, wrapping his arms around you from behind for the second time this day.

“Something tells me you have some idea when we’ll be wearing these.” You tease, poking his arm lightly.

“I do.” He hums. “Your coronation ceremony.”

Your body goes still in his arms, “Uh…”

“Don’t worry, My Divine,” he chuckles. “That’s still quite some time away.”

“But there will be one at some point.” You respond.

“At some point, yes.” He confirms, and you can hear the amusement in his voice. “We still have to officially crown you as our Queen, you know.”

“Right,” You nod a few times slowly. “I guess with all that’s going on lately, I forgot about that little detail.”

“Well, it’s not quite a little detail to us.” He grins. “We’ve been thinking about it far longer than you could ever imagine.”

“Why doesn’t that surprise me?” You tease, leaning further back into his chest.

“I was hoping for that dress to be what you wore for the ceremony, but unfortunately it seems that fate had other plans.” Seonghwa’s words are low as he exhales disappointedly.

This time, you tense.

“Seonghwa, I-“

“Wasn’t it you who told me to stop apologizing for the things that we can’t control?” He’s quick to cut you off, turning you around so that you’re facing him. Gently, he grasps your chin in his one hand, holding your gaze with his own. “All that incident told me was that I could make something better. Something truly worthy for you, and I think I already have.”

Your eyes dart beside you, almost searching for that corset that you know is just resting behind you for the moment.

“Yes, I decided to approach things from a new angle. Starting with those corsets have breathed new life into my designs.” He smiles, shifting his hand over to cup your cheek. “I know we have discussed it before, but it is important for me to say it again now: I do not, and I will never blame you for what she did. Inside of these walls, out there,” his eyes dart to the hallway, “Anywhere, or for anything for that matter. I don’t want you thinking that I do. We’ve had our disagreements in the past, but please, My Divine, never believe I would ever think for a single second that you are at fault for what she has done. I am simply glad you are safe, and most importantly, still alive.”

Your expression softens, and you find yourself lifting a hand up to rest on top of his own over your cheek. Leaning into his touch, your eyes flutter closed.

“I appreciate that, Hwa,” you breathe. “Know that I don’t blame you, either. What she did to me, to us, does not rest on your shoulders. I know you tend to blame yourself for everything that goes wrong, and if you’re still having doubts, I will be here to ease them all from your mind.”

For a moment, nothing more is said between the both of you. Instead, you opt to revel in this silence, staring deeply into each other’s eyes, and as you both cradle each other so gently in each other’s hands, you both know that everything will be okay.

“So,” a mischievous glint begins shining within your gaze as your eyes dart beside you once again, “Can I try it on?”

Ten minutes later, and you find yourself standing directly in front of that same three way panelled mirror as the very first time you entered his tailor shop. Seonghwa rests behind you, tying off the last string to the corset before fluffing out the skirt of the dress he’s temporarily paired with it.

Finally, he takes a step back to admire you.

You hear the hitch in his breath before you even lift your head to meet his gaze in the mirror. Though, this time when he steps up behind you to gently place his hands onto your hips, you don’t tense.

“How you become more beautiful every time I look at you escapes all sense of logic and reason.” He breathes out, the ghost of his breath tickling the side of your neck.

The giggle you give him in response is music to his ears.

“You never seem to hold onto logic whenever you’re around me.” You tease, smoothing out the front of the skirt you’re wearing.

“Maybe I don’t want to.” He places a tender kiss against your neck, right above your racing pulse. “You look breathtaking, My Divine.”

A bashful smile pulls at your lips, your heart racing in your chest. “Thank you.”

Slowly, Hwa makes his way to your front, trailing his hand delicately along your side as he does so. You can feel his gaze roaming every inch of your bodice as he comes to stand before you, his eyes dark, yet calculating.

“Are you comfortable? I didn’t do it too tight to begin with, but I can still make adjustments if need be.” He comments, glancing upwards briefly into your eyes.

“Everything feels fine, Hwa.” You assure him. “I am quite comfortable right now, and I mean that in more than one way.”

His eyes flash black, hands smoothing down your sides in a tender caress. He smiles. “I’m glad.”

“I mean it, Seonghwa.” Gently, you take his hands into your own, stepping down from that little platform in order to be closer to him. “I know you’ve been cautious this whole time since I entered here today of overstepping boundaries again.” The way you can feel his hands tense the slightest bit in your hold from your words says it all. “You don’t have to worry about that, anymore. You can touch me, Hwa. I promise I won’t run away this time.”

There is nothing but absolute adoration shining behind Seonghwa’s eyes as he meets your own. A love that you can feel in the way he gently squeezes your hands in his own. Even more so when he leans forward to place a tender kiss onto your forehead.

“Believe me, My Divine,” he keeps his voice low as he pulls away only to lean his forehead against your own. “You don’t realize how often my thoughts swirl with my desires for you. I’d just rather wait until after your coronation to rip this corset off of your body and take you in every and any way that you desire me to.”

Your breath hitches in your throat, “Oh.”

Seonghwa smirks. “Yes, ‘oh’.”

“Well, I might request that the corsets don’t get torn to shreds if we can help it.” You giggle. “Seems a waste to do so to such beautiful pieces of clothing.”

“I can always make more.” He quirks a brow.

“But none of them would be the first.” You rest your hands upon his shoulders. “They wouldn’t hold the same meaning.”

“I suppose you’re right,” he sighs, taking a small step away to admire you once more. “One of these days, I’m tearing one of my designs right off of you, though.”

“Something tells me you already have something in mind.” You grin knowingly.

“I’ve got a few things.” He hums, grinning right back.

Your eyebrows raise in amusement as you close the distance between the both of you once more. Your arms wrap around his shoulders, fingers delicately lacing through the hair at the back of his neck.

“I’ll model for you anytime, Mars,” The words are but a sultry whisper on your lips, eyes hooding over as you stare deeply into his. “You just let me know the time and place.”

“Don’t give me even more ideas, My Divine,” His voice is but a low rumble as he pulls you flush against his chest. “You already know how hard it is for me to control myself around you.”

You lean into him closer, lips nearly ghosting his own.

His breathing deepens, hands tightening around your waist.

“Then, how delectable it will be when I finally let you indulge.”

A shudder caresses his spine, nothing but a low growl escaping his lips.

Again, you giggle, pulling away from him with a vibrant smile on your lips. Turning slightly, you face the mirror beside you.

“I do like the style of this dress, though.” You say, acting completely oblivious to the raging storm of desire you’ve just ignited within Seonghwa who is barely controlling his breathing while standing right beside you. “You just had this laying around?”

“Believe it or not,” his voice is a little strained as he attempts to calm himself down, “I’ve had quite a few things already made for you for some time now.”

This piques your interest. “Oh?”

“I’ve spent a lot of time making things for you, My Divine.” He clears his throat lightly, straightening himself. “Yunho isn’t the only one with you as his muse.”

Your heart warms, a loving smile tugging at your features. “I am glad to be able to inspire you so.”

A tender smile in response is all that you get.

“Does this mean you still have all of those dresses from that first dinner?” You tilt your head, nothing but curiosity reflected in your eyes.

“I do.” He nods once in confirmation.

A moment later, Seonghwa has moved off to the side, pulling a curtain back to reveal a row of dresses hanging delicately along a rack. Familiar dresses. The only one that’s missing is his.

Realization crosses your features, those all too familiar mental strings flashing in your mind.

“You made all of them. Not just for me, but for them, too.”

His lips twitch upwards in the corners, “They told me what they wanted, and I did my best to bring their visions to life.”

You step towards the rack, gazing at the dresses akin to how you looked at them the very first time you saw them. Delicately, you pull each one out to take in the full detail.

“Of course Wooyoung would make his a wedding dress,” you chuckle, looking over the beadwork of the princess style ballgown.

“You can’t blame the man,” Seonghwa chuckles along with you. “We were all eager for you to finally come to us.”

“Believe me,” you meet his gaze, moving on to the lavender gown next. “I know.”

Again, you pull out the satin material, noticing how the thin straps give way to a very low back. The triangle cups on the front before the bodice begin also leave no room to the imagination.

“I do love the style of this dress, but there was no way I was going to wear it back then.” You gently rub the smooth material between your thumb and forefinger. At the mildly confused look Seonghwa gives you, you’re quick to continue, “Open invitation to stare at my chest; my boobs would have been practically falling out.”

Seonghwa nearly tumbles over while standing upright.

“I’m not about to go to dinner with men that I don’t know with my chest on full display.” You joke.

“We would have been respectful!” Seonghwa immediately attempts to defend both himself and his brothers.

“Right.” You snort out a laugh. “And Yeosangie isn’t a boob’s guy.”

The tips of Seonghwa’s ears being to burn bright red.

“In his favourite colour, no less.” You hum, clearly amused. “Granted, he’s much more subtle than some of your brothers. Mingi isn’t very good at hiding when he’s staring at my ass, his gaze can be quite intense. Thinks he being subtle, too.”

“I’ll let him know.” Seonghwa clears his throat.

“I’m not saying it’s a bad thing,” you turn to meet Seonghwa’s gaze briefly, a smile tugging at your lips. “It’s nice to know I’m wanted.” You turn back to the row of dresses. “Though, maybe keep the eye-fucking for when we’re not in public, yeah?”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” Seonghwa grins, a small chuckle escaping him. “Though, I can’t promise you much.”

“It’s the thought that counts,” you shoot a playful wink in his direction before pulling out the emerald green dress next. “Speaking of dear Mingles.”

“If anyone but you called him that, they’d be decapitated by now.” Seonghwa jokes, shifting to pull out his chair before taking a seat to continue watching you go through all of the dresses he made for you for that one night.

“Good thing I’m not just anybody.” You grin, observing the way the material of the strapless goddess wrap falls from the hanger.

The material pinches in one place on the left side, allowing for a sort of angled hemline which ends just above your knees. The wrap of the dress is meticulous, silver gems serving to pin the wrap in place, glittering beneath the lights of the tailor shop around you.

“No,” he agrees with a hum, leaning back in his seat as he observes you with a loving gaze, “you’re not.”

Moving on to the next gown, you pull out what had been your second choice for that evening all those months ago.

The red dress is just as beautiful as you remember, the capped sleeves giving way to the sweetheart neckline. Tulle flows from the waistline and all the way to the floor in a seamless line, accentuating the length of the gown. Though, as you pull the skit, you realize that there seems to be a slit running all the way up the side, hidden beneath the layers of fabric.

Your eyebrows raise in amusement.

“Do you think it would have been easier or harder for me to stab him wearing his dress?” There’s a teasing lilt to your tone as you turn to face Seonghwa once more.

“My Divine, I think you underestimate the power you hold when we see you wear something of our own design.” He remarks. At the way you quirk a brow, he continues, “If you wore that dress for him… hell, if you wore anything red for him, you could get him to do anything that you want. No questions asked.”

Your eyes widen significantly, pure mirth dancing within. “Good to know.”

“The same goes for every single one of us.” He sighs, somewhat dreamily as he rests his elbow on the arm of his chair. His head is in his hand, and you can just tell by that fond look in his eyes that he’s vividly reminiscing you wearing his own gown for him all those long months ago.

The next dress you pull out to look at is a beautiful bright yellow. It’s strapless, and the skirt falls like a waterfall - short in the front before it lengthens in the back. The material is chiffon, wrapping around the bodice in a sort of layered pattern.

“Simple, yet elegant.” You comment. “It’s fitting for Yunho.”

“He has always been a simple man, in that sense.” Seonghwa agrees.

That soft smile rests on your features as you delicately place Yunho’s dress back onto the rack. Almost lovingly, you trace your hands over the fabric one last time before moving on to the soft pink dress right beside it. Pulling it off of the rack, you hum.

The lightness of the fabric falls delicately against your one hand as you see the over the shoulder straps. There seem to be two sets: one the would hang just over your collarbones, while the other falls just past your shoulders, both thin yet sturdy. The style reminds you of old fantasy games, where fairies would wear pastels, their wings fluttering behind them. The ruffled seam along the top leads into the straps that fall just over your shoulders, bodice form fitting while the skirt falls delicately in a solid piece of soft fabric to rest just below your knees.

“Sometimes, I forget how soft you all can be.” You hum pleasantly, heart swelling as you place San’s dress back onto the rack.

When you first met San, you interpreted him to be all sharp angles and brute strength. At least, that’s how he appeared to you.

A vision of him purposely flaunting himself off beside the pool flashes through your mind briefly.

Now, of course, you know differently, and this dress only serves to prove what you already know.

You smile.

Last, but certainly not least, you pull out the final dress in the row.

The youngest’s dress is probably the shortest of the bunch, the deep maroon accenting the black velvet pattern of roses found throughout. It’s quite simple in design, small slits on either side along the edges of the skit to make moving in the dress easier. The top is strapless, body formfitting.

“Something tells me Jongho was hoping a little too hard for this one.” You quirk a brow, turning to look at Seonghwa who suddenly avoids your gaze. “Ohoho, so he wasn’t the only one hoping for this one.”

“If we’re being honest, it was my second choice.” Seonghwa mumbles, still not being able to meet your eyes.

“Do I want to know?” You tease, nothing but amusement shining in your eyes.

“I wasn’t the only one!” Seonghwa attempts to defend himself, raising his hands in front of his chest.

“Yes, Mars, we’ve established that.” You chuckle. “It’s a wonder the shortest dress is the most popular.”

“Nothing to do with it being the tightest, either…” He mumbles, clearing his throat quite loudly afterwards.

You laugh, eyes crinkling at the sides as you begin teasing them about being your ‘damn horny Kings’ yet again.

“How you managed to get my measurements right is beyond me.” You shake your head, tutting lightly.

“It took me some time, but I do have almost perfect spacial reasoning.” He replies, somewhat nonchalantly.

You raise a hand, shaking your head lightly, “I don’t even want to know.”

“You seemed curious.” He shrugs.

“Wait, how long did it take you to make these?” Your brow furrows slightly as you shift your gaze back to the dresses on the rack beside you.

Seonghwa takes a moment to think about his answer, humming lightly to himself. “Probably about three months. Give or take a week.”

“Three months?” Your eyes nearly bug right out of your head.

“Yeah, I worked on them practically non-stop.” He recalls. “I mean, my own design took me the longest with all of the lace, but if I set my mind to something, it normally doesn’t take me very long to do. Or, well, create.”

You blink. Once. Twice. Three times before his words are truly sinking in.

“Seonghwa,” you turn to him, “How long did it take you to make your dress for me?”

He pauses, looking upwards as he mentally tallies the days. “About a month.”

You mouth falls open. “You spent a month working on a single dress? For me?”

“I had to make sure it was perfect.” He shrugs.

Your expression softens as you move to kneel before him as he rests in his chair. Ever so gently, you clasp his hands in your own, his words from earlier echoing throughout your head.

“You weaved the lace by hand, didn’t you?” Your inquiry is a bit airy, warmth swelling in your chest as you stare deeply into his eyes. “Just like you embroidered this by hand, too.”

The way he glances down at the corset you wear is answer enough, but he still nods softly along with your words.

A tender smile graces your lips. “You are incredible, you know that?”

Again, he averts his gaze somewhat bashfully. “It’s not much.”

“Seonghwa, why didn’t you tell me sooner?” You glance up at him through your lashes.

“To be fair, you said it yourself, we’ve had quite a few rough patches already.” He once again shrugs your praise off. “It never felt like the right time, and I didn’t want it to appear like I was boasting.”

You’re silent for a moment, pursing your lips slightly as you appear deep in thought.

“What’s on your mind, My Divine?” His hand gently cupping your face has you meeting his gaze once more.

“I wish I had known.” There’s a slight downturn of your lips, a hint of guilt shining behind your eyes. “I had an inkling you had made it for me, but I didn’t realize the extent you went to.”

“It’s alright, My Divine,” Seonghwa chuckles fondly. “You don’t need to feel bad for this.”

“But I almost threw it off my balcony.” Nothing but pure regret pulls at your features.

“But you didn’t.” He reminds you.

“As scared, confused, and upset I was, I couldn’t do that to such a beautiful dress.” You admit lowly. “Especially not to one that actually made me feel beautiful after so long of believe I wasn’t.”

“I’m just happy to know you liked my design enough to choose it first.” He cups your face gently, placing a tender kiss onto your forehead.

“I should wear it again.” A casual admittance from you has him freezing right in his spot. “A dress like that shouldn’t be worn only once, Mars. It’s wasted sitting on a hanger, and not worn for its intended purpose.”

“You would wear it again?” He pulls away to meet your gaze, eyes shining with his barely contained awe and happiness. “For me?”

“I plan to wear everything you’ve ever made for me at some point, Hwa.” You admit lowly. “Everything you will make for me.”

His brow quirks teasingly, “Even the wedding dress?”

You grin right along with him, “Even the wedding dress.”

“I know for a fact that Wooyoung won’t be the only one who wants to see you in that.” His gaze drifts to the row of dresses behind you.

“I think your brothers have long since earned seeing me in their own dress designs.” You hum, turning your head to glance back at the aforementioned gowns. “As a treat.”

“You might want to time Jongho’s for when none of us are home, except him.” Seonghwa warns, helping you back to your feet as he stands from his chair. “You may not get to him if one of us sees you in that first.”

“Is that a promise?” You quirk a brow playfully.

“A Divine Temptress, that’s what you are.” Seonghwa shakes his head, stroking his thumb lovingly against your cheek.

“Only for My Kings.” You giggle, shooting him a playful wink as you walk back over to the stand.

Seonghwa follows behind, a fond smile on his features as he watches you step back onto that little pedestal. Again, you turn to face the mirrors, smoothing out the front of the dress as you examine your reflection closely.

All is silent for the moment as he looks you over carefully, noting the somewhat subtle twitch of your fingers over the material of the gown.

“You know you can tell me whatever is on your mind.” He voices softly. “If you don’t like something, I won’t be upset.”

You take a moment to straighten your spine before clearing your throat, “You said you haven’t started on the new dress to match this yet, right?”

“That is correct.” He confirms with a nod, a sort of amused gleam shining behind his eyes.

“I- uh-“ you swallow the sudden dryness in your throat, averting your gaze so sweetly to the side.

“Do you have something in mind?” Seonghwa is a little too eager when he asks this.

Softly, you nod your head. “But if you already have an idea, I don’t want to-“

“My Divine,” he cuts you off with a lighthearted chuckle, moving to stand in front of you. A second later, he gently grasps your hands in his own. “Never be afraid to ask me to make you something. I would be more than happy to create for you whatever vision you have in that beautiful mind of yours.”

A reassuring squeeze is felt against your hands.

“What if…” you trail off lightly before finally meeting his gaze. “What if we designed it together?”

Seonghwa goes so still, you swear he might pass out. That is, until he’s blinking rapidly, almost as if to clear tears from his vision.

“You want to design a dress with me?” His voice is a bit airy, coming out a bit choked from his overwhelming emotions.

At your eager nod, a brilliant smile stretches across his features.

Again, he squeezes your hands, shaking them back and forth lightly in his excitement. “What do you have in mind?”

“Well, you already have the corset,” you begin, an eager grin tugging at the corners of your lips.

He nods.

“So, I was thinking…”

A moment later, and you’re opening up your void to him, the mental image of you in a very specific dress filling his thoughts.

You can hear his sudden intake of breath, his eyes widening slightly as his heart stutters in his chest. Subconsciously, he pulls you closer, his lips parting in awe at the vision that paints his mind.

Seonghwa clears his throat, swallowing the sudden dryness there. “I can do that.”

You smile, placing a kiss onto his cheek. “We can do that.”

Seonghwa laughs, his eyes crinkling in the corners as he wraps you into his arms. A moment later, and he lifts you into the air, spinning you around once as a joyous shriek of surprise escapes your lips.

“Hwa, put me down!” Your laughter strongly contradicts your statement as you hold onto his shoulders for support.

Gently, he settles you back onto your feet on that little pedestal. Still, he holds you to him, gazing at you with nothing but love and affection in his dark eyes.

“I love you, My Divine,” he squeezes you the slightest bit tighter as he says this. “So much.”

You smile tenderly at him, cupping his face softly in your hands. “I love you, Seonghwa.”

Briefly, his eyes dart down to your lips.

He swallows. “May I?”

You decide to tease him a little longer.

“May you, what?” You quirk a brow.

“May I kiss-“

He doesn’t even get a chance to finish his inquiry before your lips are on his own.

A pleased hum reverberates in his chest as he pulls you impossibly closer, one hand settling on the back of your head while the other rests between your shoulder blades.

Kissing you is a feeling unlike any other to Seonghwa, and he revels in it each time. He can never get enough - your touch, your laugh, your smile - anything and everything about you, he adores, and he’s sure to pour all that he is into the movement of his lips against your own. You are all that he needs.

All too soon, you’re parting from him to rest your forehead against his own.

“You make me so incredibly happy, My Divine.” He breathes out, his eyes still closed as he absolutely revels in this moment here in time with you. “It means the world to me that you wish to design something together.”

“It’s like I told San before,” you reply lowly. “I want to spend more time with each of you doing what you love to do. You’ve all done so much for me, I think it’s time I return the favour.”

“My Queen.” The way his eyes shine with unshed tears says it all.

“I’m just sorry I can’t make anything like this for you, yet.” You briefly motion to the corset you’re still wearing.

“Well,” he laughs, “I do have a few thousand years on you.”

“Just a few.” You grin right along with him. “Maybe I’ll make you a scarf, or something.”

“A scarf?” He quirks a brow.

“I do know how to crochet, Mars.” You chuckle. “Though, you wouldn’t really have a use for it.”

“If you made me a scarf, I would never take it off.” He says, matter-of-factly.

“I don’t know how durable it would be constantly getting wet in the shower,” you hum, almost absentmindedly to yourself.

“You’ve never asked us for yarn before,” he mumbles, brow furrowing in thought.

“To be fair, there have been quite a few other things on my mind.” You poke his cheek lightly.

“I suppose you’re right.” He nods in agreement.

“You ‘suppose’?” You quirk a brow playfully.

“I, uh-“

“I’m just teasing you.” You hum, burying your face into the side of his neck as you hug him close to you. “Besides, I’m surprised my grandmother hasn’t told you that yet. I also know how to knit.”

“Surprisingly, I haven’t seen her around much, lately.” He replies, helping you straighten out the dress again once you part from him.

“I wonder why,” you mumble, somewhat absentmindedly to yourself.

“Baby!”

Just then, the bell above the door to the shop jingles, and both you and Seonghwa are turning to see a frantic San rushing through the door. Both Mingi and Wooyoung are behind him, excitement shining within their eyes.

That’s when you notice, San seems to be holding onto your phone.

“It’s Vasco.” He says, holding out the phone to you with a large smile tugging at his features. “Crystal’s gone into labour.”

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❤️“Squeaky Toy” Who?❤️

(I know, fantastic banner again, thank you, /lh /sarc)

⚠️This fic focuses mainly on tickling. Do not read it if that upsets you.⚠️also contains kisses, one swear and arms being held at some point so beware⚠️

Basically, it was time for bed. Time to sleep. Gorou was ready to drift off to dream land, but unfortunately for him, Itto was full of mischief rather than sleepiness.

wee bit of inspiration from @duckymcdoorknob hehehe

Word Count: 3314

It was time for bed and Gorou was very sleepy. The only problem was that Itto wasn’t. He was full of energy and claimed to not need sleep yet, but this wasn’t unusual. Gorou knew he’d calm down enough to go to sleep eventually, so he wasn’t concerned. All they needed to do was snuggle real close and drift off to dream land.

Itto had his eye mask ready on his forehead, waiting for Gorou to come cuddle. After the general had changed into his pajamas, he turned the lights off, crawled onto his partner and laid his head on his chest, snuggling up real close and listening to his heartbeat. Itto wrapped his arms and a blanket around his beloved boyfriend, playfully nuzzling the top of his head and giggling to himself. He was always excited to spend some snuggle-time with his beloved warrior.

“Are you comfy?” Itto asked, kissing his head.

“Hmm... yeah. You’re so warm…” Gorou replied, softly nuzzling into him and happily wagging his tail.

“Mm... so are you. You’re like… really snuggly. Your hair is so soft…” Itto held him closer and nuzzled his head more, filling his cuddles with more love and affection.

“Hehe, thanks. You’re very comfy...” Gorou smiled, reaching up to gently scratch Itto’s head before nuzzling his chest. The two cuddled like this for quite a while, ready to fall asleep at any moment… until Gorou felt a weird sensation in his ear, making it flick on reflex.

“Huh… hey… don’t do that…” Gorou said sleepily.

“What?” Itto replied, resting his chin on Gorou’s head. Then, he felt the same sensation again.

“Hey! Do not.” Gorou complained, flicking his ear twice.

“What?? I’m just breathing.” Itto replied with a giggle. Turns out he was gently blowing air at Gorou’s ears without permission, because he thought the way they twitched was funny.

“Itto! It tickles! Stop it!” Gorou protested, holding his giggles in.

“Hehehehe, so cute…” the oni replied, blowing air yet again.

“Grrr… leave my ears alone!” Gorou whined, finally covering his ears to prevent that ticklish feeling.

“Hahahaha! You’re adorable!” Itto laughed and hugged him close in response. “Aww~ Is someone angy?” He said in a silly voice, gently rocking his beloved left and right.

“Pfft.. shut up. Stop blowing on my ears! I’m trying to sleep…” Gorou complained with a frown.

“Ah, alright, fine. I’ll stop, hehe!” Itto replied with a chuckle, kissing him on the forehead. “Can I rub your ears though? You like that, right?”

“Oh! Uh… s-sure. G-Go ahead.” Gorou replied, shyly accepting the headpats and ear rubs while wagging his tail.

“Aww, you’re so cute~! Who’s a good boy?” Itto teased, gently squishing Gorou’s face and giggling at his cuteness.

“Hngh.. d-don’t say that!” He whined and buried his face into Itto’s chest, feeling embarrassed.

“Hehehe! You’re so adorable! Have I ever mentioned how fluffy you are?” Itto said, basically massaging Gorou’s ears and head at this point.

It felt amazing… Itto was a headpat expert. He had tons of experience with petting dogs, cats, Ushi and even humans. That and as a fellow headpat enjoyer, he knew exactly how they should feel for maximum relaxation. After a while though, Gorou asked him to stop because his ears were getting overstimulated. So instead, they returned to soft snuggles. Itto started gently and slowly scratching Gorou’s back. The tingles felt so relaxing that he could fall asleep any second… until another strange sensation took place on his ear.

“Mmh… Itto...” Gorou groaned sleepily. What was he doing now..?

“Hm? What’s up, pup?” Itto asked quietly.

“What are you doing..?” He was getting annoyed with these antics now.

“Just having a midnight snack.” Itto had started gently nibbling on the doggos left ear for the funny.

“It’s not even midnight…” He tried to flick his ear away, but… couldn’t? “Wha…? Hey!”

Itto was holding the doggy general’s ear stuck in a nibble, playfully giggling with his mouth closed. Gorou rolled his eyes. “Ha ha, very funny. Let go!” he said, gently trying to pull away.

“M-m.” Saying ‘Nuh-uh’ wasn’t possible without opening his mouth, but Gorou understood it anyway. Itto thought this was hilarious!

“It’s not funny! Ooh, I’ll give you something to laugh at!” He growed, swiftly unleashing a playful punishment.

“Mhmhmhmhm-hmhmhmhm!! Mhmhmhehehahahahaha!! W-Wait nohohohoho!!” Gorou successfully freed his ear by tickling the oni’s sides, making him open his mouth to laugh out loud.

“This is what you get for all that mischief!” he said, scribbling all over Itto’s sides and ribs.

“Hehehehehehahahahaha! I’m sorry!! I’m sorrehehehehee!!”

“No you aren’t! You do this almost every night!” Gorou exclaimed. He actually didn’t mind it that much, but this was a good excuse to tickle his beloved oni and admire that beautiful smile of his.

“Hahahaha!! I-hehehe! I mehehean it thihis tihihihime! EEK! Nohohot thehehehere!!” Itto squeaked, giggling his head off and squirming.

“You say that every time!” Gorou started playfully vibrating his fingers into his lower ribs. Itto’s squirming quickly grew as he threw his head back to laugh louder. That’s when his eye mask slipped down over his eyes, which made the tickling feel worse.

“BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! IHIHI- PFFWAHAHAHAHAHA!! I really mean it this time!! PlehehEHEHEHAHAHA!!” Itto managed to get a quick sentence in before being interrupted by his own laughter.

“Ugh, you say that every time too. Boooo, get new material!” Gorou taunted playfully, moving his hands up to poke and tickle Itto’s upper ribs.

“Eehehehehahahaha!! Ihihi can’t help ihihihit!” he giggled, trying to defend himself.

“You’d best behave yourself, or else you’re in for more tickles!” Gorou said, playfully clawing at Itto’s abs and tum, making him wheeze and laugh louder while playfully kicking his legs.

“Will you behave? Hmmm~?” Gorou gently scratched at his bellybutton.

“EEK!! NAHAHAHAHAHA- *hic* N-NAHAHAHAT THEHEHEHERE!!” Itto squealed and shook his head on reflex.

“Tickle tickle tickle~” Gorou teased, moving back to playfully dig below the oni’s ribs before blowing a raspberry in the middle of his abs.

“SHIHIHIHIHIHIHIT- *hic* AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! STAHAHAHAHAP!!”

“Whoa!” Itto squirmed so much it was getting hard for Gorou to stay on top, so he stopped tickling to keep himself balanced. But once it stopped, Itto quickly calmed down to a giggling mess rather than an earthquake, moving his eye mask back up to defend himself better.

“Will you behave now, you big goofball?” Gorou asked, playfully poking over and over at random spots.

“Ack-! Ehehehehehehehehe!! Nohohoho!!” Itto began giggling like a maniac at the random sensations, trying to grab the general’s wrists. Unfortunately, he’d had his hand-eye coordination tickled out of him, so he couldn’t quite reach.

“No? That’s too bad… I’ll have to go for more drastic measures then!” Gorou saw his opportunity and quickly jabbed his hands into Itto’s armpits, trapping them under his arms and making him yelp loudly.

“Will you behave now?” Gorou asked, holding his hands still.

“EEK! OKOKOKOK I’ll behahahave! I swear! I’m sohorrehehehehehe!!” Itto said through his frantic giggling, squeezing his eyes shut.

“Reeeaally? Hmm, are you sure~?” Gorou teased. For once it was his turn to be in charge…

“Yehehehes!! Yes I’m sure! Plehehease!! A-Anywhere but there!” Itto pleaded, giggling desperately. “I-I’ll leave your ears alone, I promise!”

Although winning like this was a lot of fun, Gorou decided to show mercy and stop tickling. “Oh, alright, fine. I guess I’ll spare you this time. Gimmie my hands back!” He said, pulling his hands out after Itto loosened up, still giggling a lot. Then, Gorou playfully nuzzled and kissed him all over his face before laying back down and lovingly snuggling up to him.

“Did you have fun, sweetheart?” Gorou asked, smiling and booping his nose. He looked so adorable, he thought, holding his face for a moment to give him a kiss.

“Yeheah… hehehe… that tickled..!” Itto giggled, catching his breath. His cheeks were flushed red from all that.

“I know, hehe! I’m still surprised you can squeal like that.” Gorou teased, giving his boyfriend a cheeky grin.

“Wha- Huh?! Excuse me? I don’t squeal!” Itto protested, feeling an embarrassed blush coming.

“Yes you do, I heard it!” Gorou replied with a laugh, gently nuzzling his neck.

“Pfft- n-no I don’t! I would never!” Itto scoffed and looked away stubbornly. How dare this little guy make such a claim about the one and oni?

“Oh really? Hmm…”

“Yeah, really- wh..?”

Gorou slipped the eye mask down…

“Hey! I can’t seEEEEHEHEHEHE!!”

…and blew a raspberry on his neck while tickling his ear.

“Ahahahahaha!! Come ohohon! I wasn’t ready!”

“What was that noise?” Gorou teased, gently tickling both ears while uncontrollable, high pitched giggles poured out of the oni.

“Eeheeheheehehe!! Not the ears!” Itto squeaked, trying to cover his ticklish ears.

“‘Ooh I don’t squeal’ he says…” Gorou taunted, quickly scribbling over Itto’s now exposed armpits, which did in fact result in a surprised squeal as he clamped his arms down.

“Hehe, you liar~” He said, kissing his beloved on the cheek.

“Th-That doesn’t count! I wasn’t ready!” Itto moved his eye mask back up so he could see.

“Ok, what if I prepare you then~?” Gorou grinned with mischief.

“Three…” Gorou wiggled his fingers around above Itto.

“What- wahahait..!” Itto began giggling nervously.

“Two…”

“Dohohon’t..!” He couldn’t tell what his next move would be!

“One!” Gorou quickly poked Itto’s bellybutton, resulting in another surprised squeal.

“EEP!! Hahahahahaha! Stop tickling me!!” Itto blushed with embarrassment, still refusing to accept that he, of all people oni, just made that noise. He would never!

“Hehehe, you’re like a squeaky toy!” Gorou exclaimed, giggling at how adorable Itto was and gently squishing his face.

“I- wha- s-squeaky toy?!” He could mot believe his ears!

“Yeah! You’re so cute~ Hahaha!”

“Who are you calling a squeaky toy?! How dare you?” Itto questioned, sitting up dramatically and glaring at Gorou. He seemed mad.

“Aha, I-Itto, my love, I was just joking! No need to get ‘angy’ now…” Gorou booped his nose, instantly regretting his taunts. Oh, he shouldn’t have done that…

“Oohohoho, that’s it! You’re in BIG trouble now!” He grabbed his wrist.

“Whah-? AAH!” Itto playfully wrestled Gorou off of himself, turning the tables by pinning him down, with a mischievous grin on his face.

“Wahahait! Wait!! Ittohoho dohohon’t!!” Gorou pleaded as Itto pinned his arms above his head, rendering him giggly and helpless.

“Did you really think I’d let you get away with that? Huh?!” Itto growled, playfully faking his so-called anger with an obvious smile on his face, and teasingly moving Gorou’s shirt up to reveal his tummy.

“AAH!! W-Wahahait! N-Not there!! Plehehehehease!” Gorou squirmed, trying his hardest to pull his arms back down, fearing the ticklish assault that would come.

“Yes there~ hehe! What do you have to say for yourself, pup?” Itto held his hand above Gorou’s tummy, wiggling his fingers and grinning with mischief.

“EEK!! Wahahahait!! Dohohon’t!! I’m sorry!! Forgive mehehehe!!” Gorou pleaded, giggling excitedly and wagging his tail uncontrollably.

“Hmm, not a very convincing plea. Hehe, you’re about to be destroyed!” Itto said, giggling to himself. His boyfriend was so cute! “I’m gonna get you~”

“Nononononohohoho!! Wahahahahait!!” Gorou couldn’t contain himself as those pesky fingers began wiggling faster and inching closer. It’s like he could feel the tickling already!

“Hahahaha! Why are you laughing so much? I’m not even touching you yet! You’re so silly~” Itto teased, laughing along and smiling brightly.

“Plehehehehease!! Dohohon’t tehehease!!” Gorou whined, feeling his face heat up.

“Hehe, why not? Are you ticklish? Hmm?” He began moving his hand around in circles above his giggling boyfriend, wiggling his fingers around to tease the rest of him as well.

“Ihihihittohohoho!!” Gorou wasn’t strong enough to pull his arms down, so he could neither protect his tum nor cover his blushing face. His squirms and laughter increased whenever that darn hand came closer.

“Is youw wittle tummy ticklish? Aww, so cute~ I wonder what would happen if I tickled it~” Itto cooed, choosing to murder the poor general with silly baby-talk.

“Itto plehehehease!! No more!!” Gorou cried, trying very hard to hide his face and failing to keep his wagging tail still. That teasing was unbearable! Oh Archons, how embarrassing…

“Hehehe… fine, fine, any last words~?” Itto asked menacingly, pausing his hand for a moment. The anticipation was certainly funny to watch.

“WAHAHAIT!! Plehehehease!! I’m sohohorry!!” Gorou was already squirming like crazy to escape, but to no avail.

“Hmm, maybe I can forgive you. But the tickle monster won’t! Imma getcha! Mwahahaha!” Itto wiggled his fingers again to bully the giggling general some more.

“NAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!! IHIHI’M SOHOHOHRREEHEHEHEHEHEHEE!!” Gorou’s pleas got interrupted by loud squeals of laughter as Itto’s hand finally descended onto his tummy, playfully and quickly scribbling around all over the place. He made sure not to tickle too hard.

“Whoops! My hand slipped! Hehehe, tickle tickle tickle!” Itto teased, giggling along with Gorou’s hysteria.

“AAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! PLEHEHEHEASE!! IHIHIT TIHIHICKLEHEHEHES!!” Gorou squealed, kicking uncontrollably and squirming wildly, wagging his tail at the speed of light.

“Aww, is the wittle doggy general a wittle ticklish? That’s so cute! Kitchy kitchy kitchy kitchy koo~” Itto teased, playfully tickling on Gorou’s bellybutton. Who knew being evil on purpose could be so much fun?

“AHAHEEHEHEHAHA!!! NAHAHAT THEHEHEHERE!!!” Gorou bucked his hips as much as he could, but couldn’t escape those vicious claws.

“Hehehe, I see that tail waggin’~! You’re having fun, aren’t you? Aren’t you~?” Itto teased and slowed down to light tickling so Gorou could answer properly.

“Ehehehehehehe! Plehehease! It tickles!!” He squeaked, giggling his adorable head off and dodging the question.

“Aww! You’re so cute! Hehe, I’m not done with you yet~” Itto teased, booping Gorou’s nose.

“W-Wahahahait!!” The general got really nervous once Itto’s face changed from silly smiles to a devious grin.

“Heheheh… tickletickletickletickle!”

“EEEEAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!!”

Itto suddenly let go of Gorou’s wrists and began tickling his tummy again, using both hands to quickly scribble around while Gorou’s squeals of laughter returned.

“Who’s the squeaky toy now, huh?” Itto teased, giggling to himself as Gorou failed to protect his sensitive tum.

“EEEHEHEHEHAHAHAHA!! I’M SOHOHORRHEEHEHEHEHE!!”

“Hehehe! You’re so ticklish! It’s so cute… Hmm… how ‘bout that midnight snack?” Itto said with a smile before leaning in to lovingly nuzzle and nibble on Gorou’s tum, using his hands to hold his hips in place.

“You’re so cute I could eat you up~!” he said adoringly.

“EEK!! N-Not thahahahahat!! EEHEEHEE!!”

“Grr! The tickle monster is hungry!” Itto teased, playfully nibbling on Gorou’s ribs and tum, making him squeal.

“PLEHEHEHEASE!! It’s sohohOHO BAHAHAHAHAD!!”

“Om nom nom nom! Mmm! Yummy!” Itto teased, giggling before playfully blowing raspberries on him while gently tickling his sides.

“AAAIIEEHEHEHEHEHEE!!! NAHAHAT THAHAHAHAT!!” Gorou screeched, squirming and flailing like crazy under his boyfriend’s tickles.

“Yes that~ hehehe!” Itto replied, inhaling and blowing more raspberries on him for the funny.

“WAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA!! *hic* M-MEHEHEHERCYHEHE!! MERCY!!!” Gorou screamed through his wild laughter, grabbing Itto’s horns to pull his head away from himself.

“Ow! Ow- ow ow-! Hey!” Itto stopped tickling and grabbed Gorou’s wrists so he’d let go.

“Plehehehehease!! No mohohohore!! I can’t breathe!” Gorou pleaded, giggling his head off and trying to catch his breath. He’d reached his limit, the poor thing. His tail was still wagging, though.

“Aw, alright, alright. I’ll give you a break! Hehe, sorry, pup. Are you alright?” Itto replied, letting go of his wrists and giving him soft belly rubs and headpats as rewards for surviving, and to help get rid of the leftover tingles.

“Ahahehe… haha… he…! Wahahait a sehehec…!”

“It’s okay, pup. You can breathe aaallll you want. Hehe, who’s a good boy?” Itto said, petting him more to help him calm down.

“Wh-?! Hehehe...! H-How dare you..?” Gorou whined, blushing and covering his face in embarrassment. He was still full of leftover giggles from all that tickling.

“Hahahahaha! Sorry, pup. Just messing with ya. You took all that like a champ!” Itto replied, gently squishing the general’s face. “You’re so cute!! I love you~” he said, kissing his forehead.

“Hehehe… love you too, hehe...” Gorou blushed. He felt so loved… and so happy…

“Do you need some water, sweetie?” Itto asked, gently stroking his cheek.

“Y-Yes, please...”

“Don’t you worry, lil’ guy! I’ll be right back!” Itto said with a smile, ruffling Gorou’s hair before leaving to fetch him something to drink. When Itto came back, Gorou had caught his breath and calmed down, sitting up to accept the glass of water while wagging his tail.

“Are you alright, pup?” Itto asked,

“Hehe.. yeah, I’m alright. Thank you.”

“I’m glad you had fun, haha! Hehe, can I kiss you, you cutie pie?” Itto asked playfully.

“O-Oh- uh- um… s-sure...” Gorou was too shy to answer properly. Itto smiled and gave him a lil’ kiss on the forehead. Then he kissed him on the cheek. Then the other, making sure to go “mwwah!” every time. Multiple soft kisses for the little warrior, all over his face!

“Aww, you like that?” Itto asked with a big smile, which made Gorou blush like a cherry.

“Uh- I- u-um-” he struggled to reply properly, opting to hide his face instead. Itto laughed in response and pulled him into a tight hug.

“Itto... I’m really tired… can we please go to sleep now?” Gorou asked, yawning and rubbing his eyes.

“Wha? Already? But.. we ca-..” Before he could protest, he was interrupted by a big yawn, too. They are contagious, after all.

“Yes, already, silly...” Gorou said sleepily, booping the oni’s nose again and softly giggling at the expression he made. “Come on, let’s snuggle…” he said, laying down.

“Suuuure, let’s snuggle!” Itto responded with a playful smirk and laid down on top of his boyfriend, covering them both with a blanket.

“Ah..! I-Itto! Y-You’re too heavy!” Gorou said, squirming in that snuggle trap. They’d both forgotten how heavy Itto was in comparison.

“Hey, you wanted me to come cuddle...” Itto said, playfully nuzzling the general’s neck.

“Eep! Th-That tickles!” Gorou squeaked, giggling and weakly trying to push Itto’s head away.

“Mm... you’re warm...” Itto replied sleepily. He sorta didn’t seem to be tickling on purpose this time, but kept nuzzling anyway to show affection.

“Ehehehe! G-Get ohohoff..!” Gorou whined, mercilessly poking and scribbling at Itto’s sides and waist in retaliation.

“EhehHEEHE! WheHEhehey!! EheheHehehEHEH!” The oni wasn’t able to stay on top for very long as Gorou was determined to tickle him away. “EhEHEhe! StohOHOHOhop! I’ll get ohohoff!” Itto giggled and rolled to the side, feeling too sleepy for a second round.

“Phew… y-you’re a little too big for that…” Gorou said, stretching before turning on his side.

“Hehe… nah, you’re just tiny.” Itto replied, stretching as well before wrapping his arms around his beloved boyfriend from behind, being the big spoon for their sleepy cuddles. Itto held him close in a warm, loving embrace and nuzzled his head.

“Hehehe! Teeny tiny little man~!” Itto had just found The funniest joke of all time, apparently.

“Oh, quiet with you.” Gorou replied, playfylly trying to cover Itto’s mouth. “Stop laughing! It’s not funny!” he said, starting to giggle as well.

“Hehehehehahaha!” Unfortunately for both of them, because Itto was so sleepy, he couldn’t stop giggling at the phrase “teeny tiny” for a solid two minutes, accidentally bringing Gorou down with him. But once their giggling fits had finally died down, they could resume their warm snuggles as if (almost) nothing happened. Gorou’s cheeks hurt from smiling so much…

“Good night, Itto... you big goober…”

“Hehehe… good night, Gorou…”

“Sleep well, my love~” Gorou reached back to try to stroke his cheek.

Itto smiled and mumbled a sleepy “I love you” before nuzzling his head again and dozing off. He forgot to pull his eye mask down first, so Gorou carefully did it for him so that he wouldn’t wake up too early. Then, after enjoying more warm snuggles, the two were sound asleep, snoring quietly and drifting off to dream land…

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