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ot9 nsfw! them getting hard in places that their not supposed to

My Big Problem

IdolOT9 &TEAM x Black Reader

Requests are open! I reply quickly. Masterlist here

Synopsis~ You're just being you, and they love that about you. Now you have to help with there HUGE problem.

Warnings~ Smut, oral (receiving), quickies, rough, dom, car sex, public sex, I don't remember anything else I wrote this half sleep lmao

Word Count~5.4k

K

"C'mon, baby, five more."

You huffed, pulling the machine to your chest and back up. It was 100 pounds. K was so proud of you.

You finished, letting the metal fall with a slam. You said, "Fuck! That was shit hurt!"

K looked at you. Body full of sweat, cute biker shorts showing half your ass, sports bra making your tits appear bigger, face full of this determination.

He couldn't believe how sexy you are. You motioned toward the machine and said, "Your turn."

You looked over his tall, sweaty body, but he just stared. You looked down, immediately seeing the hard-on in his pants. 

"Babe, why are you hard?"

He came to and asked, "Eh?" He looked down, mouth wide open. He covered himself and said, "Oh, I'm sorry."

You shook your head, "You're crazy." K only laughed sheepishly, "You look so good right now. Can we go home right now?"

You rolled your eyes, "K, no. We have to do the twenty minutes on the treadmill."

K said, "You know an hour of sex is like a two to four-mile run." You looked K in the eyes before sighing. "Fine."

When you two got home, K was quick to throw his shirt off. You hugged his small waist close and kissed his chin. K hugged you tighter, "I'm throbbing, baby. Help me out here."

You laughed, pulling his pants down. K stepped out of his pants and walked you into the bedroom. He lied on the bed, and you climbed on top.

You usually were the pillow princess, but you needed the workout.

You grinded against his crotch as you two made out. His lips were plump. Yudai said between kisses, "Mm~ Ba..be."

You pulled off your biker shorts and angled his dick right into your hole. Zero foreplay. He needed you now.

K was kissing your chest as his cock slowly seeped into your hole.

K's hands went to your hips as he guided you to the spot you needed. Your hands went to his shoulder as you moaned.

K whispered, "Fuck. You're so tight, babe." When K bucked his hips into you, your head dove back in pleasure. He knew exactly where he had you. 

You were so close. 

K started fucking into you, matching your rhythm. Your nails dug into his shoulder as you came. "Fuck Yudai."

The sound of skin slapping between you echoed through the room. He had you drooling. 

You collapsed into his buff arms. He kissed your head and said, "Thank you."

Fuma

You were at a party with your boyfriend. It was for some stupid event, and you two had to go separately to protect his idol image. 

You two still obviously wear color-coordinated outfits. 

That still didn't stop some bitch from going up to your man and twerking on him.

You shook your head, walking over. "Excuse me? He has a girlfriend."

She looked up, face screwed up, "So what if he does?"

You smelt the alcohol on her breath. You wedged yourself between Fuma and this girl. Fuma held your hips tightly so you wouldn't go anywhere.

"He's mine. Go fuck up someone else's relationship!"

You lunged at her, but Fuma held you back. That's when you felt it.

His cock twitched when your ass pressed perfectly against his crotch. 

"Fuma..."

You turned around. You stood on your tippy toes and asked, "Why are you hard?" Whispering in his ear.

Fuma said, "That possessiveness was really hot. Wanna go to the bathroom?"

You shook your head, "That's so dirty. Let's go in your car."

Fuma said, "Let's go."

He was quick. He put his sunblockers on the windows. It was pitch black in the car. You climbed on his lap. His big hands were kneading your ass as he looked at you for some kind of approval.

You only laughed and kissed his sweet lips. He tilted his head, inviting you in.

You unbuckled his pants whilst kissing. 

It was heated. Fuma was panting as he unbuttoned his shirt. Your hand traced over his broad chest. It was solid. His pink nipple peeked through his shirt. Your hands traced down his abs before looking back up at him. 

You leaned back in for another kiss. Fuma slid your dress up. Hands on your thigh, balling up the soft fabric. 

He kissed your neck as he pulled his dick out from his jeans. It pressed against your thigh, and you whined. 

Fuma noticed. That sound means, 'not ready.'

He rubbed his thumb over your clit as he kissed your neck. He sucked on your soft spot as he desperately humped into you.

You sighed softly, hands on his shoulder to keep you steady. You got up and angled your hole over his hard cock.

Fuma hissed when you sucked him in. "Fuck!"

You're rhythm was immediate. You were going hard and fast. Fuma's hands slid up to your waist. He scooted down in the seat a little and bucked his hips into you.

You moaned in his ear, reminding you how close and crammed you two were in the car.

Fuma groped your chest while saying, "You look so sexy in this dress."

You laughed between moans. Head dove back from pleasure. "Yeah? I thought I was sexier when I was marking you as mine."

Fuma smiled, "Oh, that too. You wanna mark me, baby?"

You nodded, leaning down to kiss his neck, only to start sucking. Fuma groaned, thrusting faster into your tight little hole.

It wasn't long before he had a hickey, and you were cumming. You collapsed into his chest and mumbled, "This is the craziest place we've ever had sex."

Fuma laughed, "It's your fault."

Nicholas

You were at a family cookout. The uncle was in town. The one nobody liked, and nobody invited. He was here by marriage, but they’re divorced. 

Your Aunt had kids with him and everything, but he lost his custody battle.

Nicholas had already met the family and knew how you guys got down.

Party, eat, party, sleep on the couch in the basement, wake up for dessert, go home. It's the routine.

Uncle Jones walked in, and your mom was already shaking her head. "Aye, Y/N! You brought brotha man."

You looked at Nicholas, "My boyfriend, yeah."

He smiled, "I wasn't dating at your age." You smiled, "I wasn't having kids at my age either." He stepped back, a little shocked by what you said.

"When you gon start having kids?" You laughed, "When are you going to visit yours?"

Nicholas snatched you away from your uncle as your cousin tried to hold back laughter. "Jesus, babe. You have such a smart ass mouth."

You smiled as you went back to the chairs. Nicholas sat down, and you sat on his lap. Nicholas whinced, and you felt it. He was as hard as a rock.

You looked back at him and whispered, "Babe, what's this?" Your eyes darted down so he'd get the message. He whispered back, "I'm a little hard."

You rolled your eyes, "Why?"

He looked away, blushing slightly. You laughed as you paid attention to the conversation your cousins were having. That's when Uncle Jones came over. "Hey, Lenette and Tay Tay."

You watched as your cousins tensed up at the sight of their dad. Your Aunt was coming over in an instant. "Jones, stay away from the kids. You weren't invited."

You stood up, ready to defend. "You need to leave Uncle Jones. Your kids don't need to see you like this."

Nicholas stood behind me, ready to be backup.

Uncle Jones said, "That little attitude didn't go away."

You said, "Yeah, but your wife and kids did, and so should you."

He started getting riled up, and Nicholas grabbed him. "Sorry, sir, you have to go."

He pushed him out of the backyard. You sighed, hugging your Aunt. "You always got some crazy ass comeback."

You laughed, swaying with her, "Hey, Auntie."

Nicholas came back, looking very disheveled. You asked, "You okay, baby?"

He nodded. Your mom called out, "Can someone go get some ice?!"

Nicholas and you raised your hands quickly, "ME!"

Your mom quirked her eyebrow but didn't question it. You ran out together, giggling. "We're going home or doing it in the car?" You slammed the car door behind you, two rushing on top of him in a second, "In the car."

You unbuckled his pants rapidly. Nicholas groaned as he stared at you. You looked up at him and slid his glasses off. "Too much too soon?"

Nicholas let his head rest on your shoulder as he groaned, "Not enough." You laughed. Nicholas's hands inched closer to your thong. He shuddered when he felt your wetness.

"Seriously, baby?" You smiled, "You started it." You angled his dick into your hole, and you two moaned.

Nicho had both hands on your ass cheeks, pushing you up. He thrust into your hole, stretching you out.

Your hands fell to his shoulders as you closed your eyes. He felt you clench around him, and he let out a hiss. 

"Baby, you're killing me."

You shook as you felt yourself ready to cum. Nicho knows what you look like when you're about to finish. Your body relaxes, your mouth drops open, and your grip gets stronger.

He whispered, "Already?"

You nodded, whimpering slightly. Nicho slowed down a little, knowing you'd hate it. He wanted you to last a little longer. 

Nicho said, "Just a little longer. For me?"

He knows how you get when he talks you through it. That gentle voice sets you on fire. You started cumming. Nicho dove his head back when you started clenching around him. 

"Fuck baby."

You said between puffs of air, "Alright, let's get that ice." You pat his shoulder before getting off his lap. Nicho smiled, "We're finishing this when we get home."

Euijoo

You're the reason you were there. You're the one who dragged EJ out of the house for this stupid party.

Now you're suffering the consequences. There she was, hitting Ej, touching him.

Your eye physically twitched. "You're so funny! OMG!"

You let the first time slide, but then she started getting closer.

Oh, you almost lost your mind.

You walked over, keeping it classy. "Hey, whatchu two talking about?"

Ej turned around slowly. His eyes were wide and running all over your face. That was a cry for help from my poor introverted boyfriend.

"Nothing! We're just chatting it up! Right, Ej!?"

She hit him again, laughing, and he flinched. You stood in front of him, "You're making my boyfriend uncomfortable." She looked at him, "He's a man."

You furrowed your eyebrows, "So? You look like a man. Back yo manly ass shoulders up."

She stepped back, appalled. You said, "Thank you."

You held Ej's hand before walking out of the house party. Oh, you were so mad. Ej watched as your frown grew, "That bitch. Ugh, Ej, I almost put my hands on that big buff hoe."

Ej laughed, "You didn't have to say she had manly shoulders."

You shouted, "I DID! She's pissing me off, and she's not even here anymore."

Ej leaned down and kissed you patiently. He cupped your cheeks and pulled away, "Can I be honest?"

You quirked an eyebrow, "What?"

He whispered against your lips, "I'm super horny right now."

He grabbed your small hand and guided it toward his boner. You whimpered from the solid cock in his pants.

He nodded his head toward the shed, "Let's go."

He opened the house's shed and closed the door behind him. He moved the heavy boxes in front of it so no one could get in. He got on his knees. He was looking up at you with hunger. 

Your core was throbbing. 

His hands ran up your dress, squeezing your plush thighs.

His mouth was on your clit in a second. Sucking, slurping. Drool slipping from the corner of his mouth. 

Your hands were digging into his scalp as you tried to keep quiet. Nobody was gonna hear you anyway, but just in case.

He pulled away. He pressed kisses into your lips as you quickly unbuckled his belt. 

He lifted your thigh. His muscles bulge through his arms. 

He sucked on your neck as he angled his dick into your hole. 

A light whimper escaped your lips before he slammed into you. 

Your legs went weak. Your nails were digging into his skin. Ej was panting to his own rhythm as he whispered dirty shit in your ear.

"Jealousy looks good on you, baby."

He kissed your neck and asked, "I'm all yours, yeah?"

Your lack of response caused him to grab your face. He growled, "Answer me."

You looked into his eyes, "Yes! You're mine."

He hummed. You clenched around him, causing him to hiss. "Fuck Y/N. So fucking sexy when you make those faces."

Ej felt you clench harder. He knew what that meant. You were almost done.

He asked, "Already cumming for me, baby?"

You whined, "I'm sensitive."

His thumb pressed against your lips, and you opened your mouth to suck. Ej groaned as you both came at the same time.

You were panting before you said, "I-I still hate her."

Ej laughed, "Let's not bring her into our sex life."

Jo

Company dinners were the worst. Jo invited you because he didn't want to suffer alone, and you didn't want him to suffer alone either.

You were discussing the recent viral song they posted. It was 'Deer Hunter'.

Yuma nodded toward the bowl of seaweed in front of me, and I passed it to him as we listened to Ej give a speech.

You bit your lip as you impatiently waited.

Jo's leg was bouncing with nerves because he'd have to speak. 

You placed your hand on his thigh. He froze, and his ears slowly burned red. You whispered, "Baby, calm down."

Jo looked at you, "Yes. I will."

You turned back to the meeting as Nicholas talked about dancing.

You grabbed a bowl of rice and passed it to your boyfriend so he'd calm down. 

He looked at you and said, "Thank you."

Nicholas finished his speech, and everyone turned to Yuma. He bullshitted throughout his speech. You were all giggling at the stupid shit he was saying.

It was Jo's turn. He was soft-spoken when he spoke. "I think we did a good job at facial expressions."

K laughed slightly, "And...?"

You turned to K with a furrowed eyebrow. He stopped smiling and looked away. You rubbed Jo's belly under the table so he'd calm down a little.

"Uhm... we also had no outfit malfunctions, which was great."

The director said, "Jo, what would you do better?"

Everyone turned to Jo. You decided not to look at him so he wouldn't get more nervous.

Jo smiled from nerves, and your heart fluttered. He was so cute. You held his hand, rubbing it to cool him down. Then, he snatched your hand and put it right over his erection.

Your head snapped to his side profile.

Jo cleared his throat, "I wouldn't change anything. We worked especially hard this year, and I think that MV showed everything we were working toward."

You said with support, "Great words, baby."

Nicho rolled his eyes at you, and you squinted. You rubbed the back of your ear with your middle finger, and Ej laughed.

The manager said, "Alright, you kids are obviously not paying attention to this meeting. Let's just eat and get out of here."

Jo said, "Why didn't we do that before we got to me?"

The table laughed at his small words. "Excuse us."

You and Jo got up to help the boner in his pants.

You pushed him into the bathroom. Jo watched you unbuckle your pants. He hissed slightly, "Babe. I need you."

You smiled, "I know, I'm gonna-"

He sternly said, "No, get up. I want you."

You looked at Jo, eyes widened slightly. That's the first time he's ever said something like that to you. Your heart was racing.

"Yeah?"

Jo nodded, "Take those pretty panties off so we can hurry. I don't want the boys to notice."

He pulled you up. That cute, shy smile was on his face.

Jo looked at you intensely before pressing you against the wall. Your heart fluttered. 

He kissed you slowly, disasteriously.

So much passion and anticipation.

Jo then slid his cock between your folds.

It slid right in. 

He was slow with his thrust as he rubbed your clit in calm circles. You moaned in his mouth as he bit your bottom lip.

"You're so cute, baby."

You liked it when he called you baby. He was so gentle and soft. He moved in closer, cock digging deeper. Your hands flew around his neck, and you shuddered, "I'm gonna cum."

He kept thrusting. You felt him hit that spot. The sound of skin slapping echoed through the bright bathroom.

You clenched your hands, squeezing around his shirt before you relaxed from the release.

Your body was jerking on its own as the feeling of ecstasy reached your toes.

You staggered a little, making Jo catch you. He kissed your cheek and pulled out. "Let's go before they notice."

He helped you out of the bathroom before. You two sat down pretending nothing happened.

Yuma 

You and Nicho were arguing as usual. As Yuma’s girlfriend, you were seen as the cute little sister. 

Nicho was currently trying to convince you that bellbottoms were being brought back because of him. He doesn't even own a pair of bellbottoms.

Harua had jumped into the conversation, but he couldn't keep up with the intensity.

"Nicho, spell fucking bell bottom."

"B-e-l-l space b-i-t-c-h. You're dyslexic, so you don't know if I spelled it right anyway."

"Nicho, I will beat your lanky ass. Do not play with me."

"Do it then."

You jumped at him, and Nicho screamed. "You worried about the wrong fucking bottom."

Yuma grabbed you like you weighed nothing, "Baby."

You turned to him, relaxing in an instant. You were the hot-headed one, while Yuma was the chaotic neutral.

Yuma said, "No fighting."

You smiled, "No, he's the one fighting for his life."

"Aye!"

You turned to Nicho, "Aye, my ass! Walk it off."

Nicho was about to speak, but he walked away.

You looked down at Yuma's pants and saw the hard-on. "Babe?"

Yuma tilted his head, "Aht aht. You know what that smart mouth gets you." You quirked an eyebrow, "Here? Now?"Yuma laughed, "Of course not. Our rooms are all together. We can't do it here."

He twirled you before pulling you out of the house. "Where are we going?" "To your place." You laughed, "Yuma! C'mon. No way you're that hard."

Yuma smiled, "Oh, I'm that hard."

He basically pulled you out of the car to get to your apartment. 

Yuma pounced as soon as the door closed. Pressing you into the wall as he planted kisses on your neck. 

You moaned slightly. Yuma's breath shuddered before he pressed his erection into your crotch. 

He whispered in your ear, "You feel that?" You whimpered in his ear. His hands explored your body as he groaned. "You're voice is so sexy when it's tainted with jealousy."

You heard his belt buckle. His pants unzipped soon after. You bit your lip with anticipation. He forced himself between your folds.

That earned a whimper of pain. Yuma grabbed your face so you'd make eye contact.

It was intense the way he looked at you. Your hand squeezed his shoulder as he thrust into you repeatedly. He was rough. 

You cried, "Yuma, I'm gonna cum!"

He grunted with every thrust. It wasn't long before you were clenching and shaking against the wall. 

You came.

Yuma was panting in your ear, "That felt amazing."

You laughed as your body relaxed against the wall.

Harua

You twirled in the pretty white and blue dress. It had the patterns you see on the tea sets. You asked, "How does it look?" 

Harua leaned back with an evil smile. "Looks perfect on you, babe."

He crossed his arms and said, "Spin for me again." You twirled with that pretty ass smile. 

When you two made eye contact again, you watched his lustful eyes as he stared at you. Your eyes ran across the sweat pants, the way he man-spreaded, and how his back barely hit the chair.

You looked at his very obvious boner. He was slightly moving his hands over it so you wouldn't see.

But you saw. 

"Haru... are you.. hard right now?"

Harua laughed a little, "Babe, what are you talking about? You look really pretty in the dress, and I think you should get it."

You tilted your head, inspecting his face. "I'll get it, and we can go home now."

He scanned your face quickly before deciding to get up. "Okay, let's go."

You, Harua, paid for the dress. Walking out of the mall felt like a dreadful hour. It was all white and filled with people. 

Harua was holding the bag at his crotch, still in denial about his boner. 

You got in the car. The sigh from Harua was loud. You asked, "Are you okay?"

Harua nodded, "Yeah, just tired."

You relaxed into your seat a little, "Don't worry. We can cuddle to sleep tonight."

Harua tensed, "Yeah? I don't really want to."

You turned to him, "What? Why? We always do."

Harua smiled, "Baby, I'm already hard. I can't cuddle you."

You rolled your eyes, "You think I'd let you go to sleep like this?"

Harua went silent for a moment. He was trying to find something to say, but he was also too focused on driving.

You put your hand on his lap and felt the muscle tense. "No. I don't."

Harua turned to you before looking back at the road, "Alright."

The night was still young when you made it back to your place. 

Harua picked you up and ran to the bedroom. He was quick to kiss your body up while you panted.

You felt him pull your panties off. His hot tongue traced your clit before sliding between your folds.

You heard a slurp, and you clenched. Harua looked at you. You whimpered, "More."

He pulled away to lean over you. He rubbed himself over your naked core teasingly before slipping himself in.

It was slow and sensual.

You put your hand on his chest and said, "Wait, can I get on top?"

He pulled back, and you switched positions. Now you were in his lap, pushing his cock into your hole.

Your pussy fluttered over his meat before you prepared yourself to start riding.

His cock hit your spot every time.

You bit your lip as your body shook. He felt so good.

Your head landed on his shoulder as you buried your face in the crook of his neck. Harua's hands were on your ass, squeezing.

He started fucking into you when you started to slow.

A choked-up moan came from your throat. It wasn't long before you were cumming on his dick.

You panted before Harua said, "Thank you, baby. I really needed that."

Ta-ki

You two were walking back home from a long day. You just wanted to spend some time together. 

Ta-ki held your hand as you maneuvered between the crowd. 

The crowd was huge, but you still saw it.

A girl is getting harassed. You said, "Ta-ki, I'll be right back."

He quirked an eyebrow as you walked away from the interaction.

You smiled brightly and said, "Heyyy! Where have you been!? My boyfriend is waiting in the car. I thought you'd said you'd be quick."

She turned around, tears almost falling from her eyes. You asked, "Whose this?" You looked at the creepy man and back at the girl. You acted as if this were usual.

He smiled, "A boyfriend." You laughed, "This is my best friend of 15 years, I'd know if she had a boyfriend." You sensed a presence behind you, a familiar one.

"Oh, speaking of boyfriend, this is mine right here."

The guy looked at Ta-ki. He was tall, intimidating, and muscular.

Ta-ki said, "What's going on?" You filled him discreetly, "Uh, Yoonie had to make a phone call, and now this guy is harassing her."

Ta-ki furrowed his eyebrows and looked at the guy, "Yeah? This guy?"

He walked toward him, and the guy backed away slightly. "You're a kid, what are you gonna do?"

Ta-ki raised his eyebrows, his voice deep, "Wanna see?"

You smiled, "You're the one trying to talk to little kids, weirdo."

The creepy man walked off, "Whatever."

You sighed before turning your attention completely to the girl. "Are you okay? Did he hurt you at all?"

She shook her head, "I-i'm... okay. I just need to get to my car."

You smiled, "Where is it?" She pointed toward the parking lot. You held her hand, "I'm right here." Ta-ki was still looking at the alleyway before he caught up to you two. The girl was crying nonstop. 

You asked, "Where are you from? You don't have Tokyo dialect."

She smiled, "Okinawa." You laughed, "Right, you use words I've never heard before."

Ta-ki laughed before walking into the parking lot. The girl asked, "And where are you from? You look so different."

You laughed, "I'm from America."

She nodded, "Ah, that makes sense."

You stopped at her car and said, "Be safe, okay? Call a boyfriend or anyone while you’re on your way so they know where you are."

You patted her head, and she ducked into her car. "Thank you... What was your name?" You smiled, "Y/N, and this is Ta-ki. What's yours?" She smiled, "Lana." You waved, "Bye, Lana! Be safe." She waved, closing her door before she drove off. 

Then, it was time for the two of you to walk home. You relaxed on your couch, sighing. It had been a long day, and that last interaction made it longer.

You curled up on the couch as Ta-ki pulled your legs onto his lap. You were biting the hem of your hoodie sleeve. You were still worried about Lana. 

"You think she made it home okay?"

Ta-ki said, "Of course she did. She could've hit him with her car for protection."

You bit your lip as you thought. "What if he were some kind of stalker?"

Ta-ki sighed, crawling over your smaller body to tower over you. His voice got low, "You know what I love about you?" Your heart ached with need, "What?"

He leaned in closer, "How much do you worry about others?"

He kissed you softly before sitting back on the couch. "Let's watch the movie, lovebug." You tried to. 

You were thinking about how dominant he looked. How deep his voice got and how easily he controlled you.

He was so attractive to you. When you turned to him, he was just as hard. You asked, "Baby, do you want me to help with that?"

Ta-ki leaned back, "Honestly, I was hard as soon as you rushed in to help that girl." You analyzed his face for a moment. He was biting his lip, long, veiny fingers playing with the string of his hoodie.

You crawled on his lap and sat on his crotch with no hesitation.

"Y/N...."

You pressed a kiss to his lips. They were as soft as usual. His hands made their way to your waist to keep you there. Your arms hooked behind his neck. You tilted your head for more access.

Your hips started to grind against him. Ta-ki's big hands started to travel to your hips to keep you steady. He kissed your neck, sucking on the spot you like most.

You were unbuttoning his pants in a rush. You moaned when he swirled his tongue over the hickey he had just left.

You untied your shorts and slipped them off your legs. Ta-ki grabbed your thighs back, sliding you back onto his lap.

"C'mere. I need you."

You whined from the desperation in his voice. You slipped his cock in. Both of you exhaled desperately, trying to cling to the pleasure.

You rocked, feeling his cock hit your spot just right. Fuck, he felt so good.

Ta-ki's face was blown out and so lewd. 

You heard him groan, and now you were seconds from cumming. It wasn't long before you did. He held you tight as you shook over him.

He whispered, "You feel good?"

You nodded, trying to recover from the orgasm.

Ma-ki

The sound of the clock ticking slowly in the background kept you focused. 

You were reading a good book. These two characters are finally ripping the clothes off each other. You had your lip caught between your teeth, Ma-ki's reading glasses on, a cropped tank, and small shorts.

You were curled up on the couch, with your new puppy sleeping in your lap. Candles were burning, and you were chewing on a Twizzler.

You heard a muffled sound, but you were too engrossed in the smut.

Again, a voice came through a little clearer. You didn't wanna listen, though, you just found out the male lead is circumcised and girthy.

Then, you heard the voice. "Mama! Are you listening?" You blinked rapidly to look at your boyfriend. He stomped over to the couch, "Wow, that book must be good. You haven't even eaten yet."

You looked at the book and then back at your boyfriend. "Nah, I'm good. The book is keeping me warm and fed."

You rubbed your thumb over your dog's tiny head. He was whimpering in his sleep a little.

Ma-ki said, "What's it about?"

You smiled, "Y'know, men and women falling in love in various universes." Ma-ki quirked his eyebrow, "Oh? So there's an actual plot. I thought it was just a sex book."

You quietly yelled, "Ma-ki!" Ma-ki laughed, "Whaat? I got curious. You're always reading the thing. I just flipped to a random page and started reading."

He looked you up and down, "By the way, you look really sexy wearing my glasses right now."

You rolled your eyes, standing up. Your shorts were riding up your ass. You pulled them down. Your tits were showing too much, so you pulled up the tank top as well. It revealed more of your stomach in the process.

Ma-ki walked over, his hands sliding to your waist. Your body rocked from how roughly he grabbed you up. He pressed you into his body, hands kneading at your ass as you two swayed.

You were staring into his dark eyes. "Mama, you feel that?"

You felt him press even closer into you, "Feel what?"

Ma-ki whispered in your ear, "I'm hard."

You pushed him slightly, "What?"

Ma-ki chuckled, "You just look so good with all of that ass, and these glasses, and your pretty rings on your fingers as you flip through pages of useless words. Why read a sex scene when we could make one baby?"

You listen to your boyfriend's nagging and decide to stop it before it gets out of hand. "Baby, I like to read. Why is that so hot to you? I don't think you were this hard when I was showing you my lingerie sets."

Ma-ki groaned, "Because, this you is the you I fell in love with."

He picked you up without any struggle.

"Help me?"

You laughed, cupping his face, "Yeah, I'll help you." He placed you on the bed, kissing your neck. He asked, "Are you wearing a bra?"

You shook your head. He watched as your nipples peaked against the fabric. You closed your eyes as you felt him pull your shorts down.

No matter if it's a quickie or a sexathon between you two, Ma-ki's mouth always had to be on your pussy once. 

You moaned when you felt him swipe his tongue against your clit. You weren't expecting him to put his fingers into your hole so quickly, though.

He liked to watch as you squeezed your face in pleasure. It was his favorite thing to do.

Then, he was spinning you around. He had you on your hands and knees as he slapped your ass. He rubbed his thumb over your clit one last time before he pushed past your folds. 

You moaned so loudly. You were so tight and full from him.

Ma-ki kept his rhythm fast. He wanted to finish so badly. He was rushing for his orgasm as your fingers curled into the sheets in pleasurable agony.

You were screaming when you finished. Ma-ki panted and sat next to you. "Fuck dude. You're so gorgeous."

You whined, cuddling the sheets closer to you. "Whatever, baby."

[youngheejay]

Stubbles and Kisses

Yes I’ve gone feral ever since I saw these pictures. Why is he so hot when he’s being a normal dude? Idk his manliness is driving me insane (I need him so bad pls)

Sunghoon x fem!reader [established relationship]

You were making yourself a snack when all of the sudden your boyfriend had caged you in a tight back hug.

“Where were you…” he mumbled sleepily into your skin as he had just woken up from a nap. He closed his tired eyes and buried his face into the depth of the crook of your neck.

“I’m just making some snack,” you quickly patted his head before focusing on your sandwich again, weighing between sweet-chilli sauce and teriyaki sauce.

“When did I allow you to leave the bed without my permission?” He slapped your butt, his face still buried in your neck. You yelped at the stinging feeling, “you were sleeping, what was I supposed to do?”

His arms tightened around your waist as he began to sway your bodies in a soft rhythm, “hmmm…” he began, thinking about a response.

“Hmmm…” you mimicked, cutting some pickles. You felt his smile form against your skin, “I don’t know… just don’t leave me again like this. Ever.” He threatened lightheartedly, but you knew deep down he was being serious.

“Ok, you big baby~” You replied as if you were talking to a child.

Contented, he rubbed his face against your skin, his chin now planted on your exposed shoulder as the stubbles on his neck began to scratch against your skin. “Gosh~ you’re so soft,” he sighed as rubbed himself against you like a cat.

You pushed your finger against his forehead, putting a distance between your skin and his stubbles, “and you’re scratching me with your unshaven beard stubbles.”

He gasped dramatically, “oh no! What are we going to do?” He attached his chin and neck on your skin again, scratching you now with determination.

“Hoonie~” you began to laugh, “what are you doing?” You tried to pull your head away but he followed you. “Punishing my girl for leaving me all cold and alone in the bed.”

Your laughter echoed through the kitchen, “you’re so annoying.”

He then began to rub the unshaven stubble of his chin against your cheek, you squeezed your eyes at the discomforting scratchy feeling. “I’m not annoying, I’m just a man who believes in a fair world where everyone is punished for their wrong doings,” his attacks didn’t seem to stop, he enjoyed the close proximity between you two. His arms never loosened around your waist, one hand firmly placed underneath your shirt right under your bellybutton.

“And what can I do for a reduced sentence? Because your girlfriend here wants to eat her sandwich,” you squealed as he now started to gently bite into your cheek, trailing down your neck with his love-bites, his stubbles continued to scratch along the way.

“A kiss will do it,” he now peppered your cheek with tiny pecks.

You turned around in his embrace. His eyes softened at the sight of your angelic face, “hi,” he whispered, love-dazed.

“Hi,” you chuckled, caging your arms around his neck to pull him down.

His soft lips met yours, putting all of his love and affection into the kiss. Just as he put his hand on your cheek to tilt your head towards him, you pulled away, “your hair is tickling me…” you giggled as you pulled at the beard hair on his chin. He groaned dramatically, “yeah right. I’m a man. Of course I have hair there.”

“But you usually shave and now it feels rough and weird,” your eyes glistened with childish-like enthusiasm as your fingers now pulled at the hair on his adam apple.

After a couple moments of comforting silence, you made an announcement: “Okey, payment’s done. I wanna eat my sandwich now.” You turned around quickly before he could react.

“Nooo~!” He whined in protest. His cheek rested on your head, pouting, when he suddenly had an idea. He swiftly grasped your face in his hand to turn it to him and rubbed his rough, scratchy jaw and chin all over it.

“Babe!” You gasped at his attack, “what are you doingggg~” you complaint as you tried to pull away, “I already completed my sentence.”

“No, you didn’t kiss me properly.” He continued to scratch his stubble on your face.

You giggled, “Sunghoon, stop…”

“What did you just call me?” He asked, scandalised, and carried on with his assault.

“I- I meant babe,” you bursted out in laughter.

Suddenly, he pulled away and pouted his lips, indicating his need for a proper kiss. You closed your eyes with a dumb smile as you turned to him completely again, hand on his rough cheek, to pull him in for a kiss. He sighed softly into the kiss, eyes fluttering at the butterflies in his stomach. “You drive me crazy,” he murmured against your lips, almost forgetting his initial plan.

When you finally pulled away, you pecked his lips to satisfy his needs, “good?”

He smiled at you dumbly, eyes twinkling, “yes.”

“Can I eat my sandwich now, you needy baby?”

“Mhm,” he nodded, his smile never faltering. You pecked his lips once again cutely—he almost felt bad at what he was going to do.

Almost.

And when you turned around to finally devour the sandwich which you had perfected to your liking, you quickly realised that it was gone.

Eyes widened, you whipped your head back to your boyfriend, only to see him standing a few steps away—distancing himself from you. One hand holding half of your sandwich as he had already shoved the other half into his mouth.

“Sunghoon!” You screeched.

He laughed loudly, though the food in his mouth muffled the sound, as he stuffed the rest of the sandwich in one go. Chewing and swallowing everything in a matter of seconds.

You sprinted towards him. His eyebrows shot up in panic, he quickly began to flee.

“YOU LITTLE SHIT I SWEAR TO GOD-“

Did you land on his back and clung onto him like a monkey while you hit him repeatedly?

Yes.

Did he take you to your favourite burger place to make it up to you?

Yes.

Did he steal most of your fries there?

Also yes.

Did he shave off his stubble?

Well, you kind of liked it so you didn’t let him until he had to shave it off for some shooting again.

Did you develop a habit of burying your face into his unshaven face and neck and scratching yourself like cat whenever you two cuddled?

Yeah.

And he loved every second of it.

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[meenaxskz]

dad!skz series | when he's leaving for tour (hyung line)

ot8 reactions | dad!skz x f!reader au genre: crack | fluff | (edit : light angst) summary: when leaving for tour for the first time since you're parents is harder than he expected a/n : coming back with a little dad!skz / hubby!skz flavor... might turn it into a series, we’ll see how you feel about it 👀 ✧ hyung line | maknae line

bang chan (9 month old girl)

“okay, so bath every night at 7:30. But if she seems tired earlier you can bump it to 7:10. just don’t go past 7:45 because that messes with her sleep window.” you stare at him. you’re literally rocking your baby in one arm while drinking your coffee “…you good?” “ALSO” he continues, ignoring your question entirely as he holds up a labeled baggie “this is the emergency pacifier bag. labeled ‘emergency.’ not to be used unless necessary” you nod. he narrows his eyes “repeat it back to me.” “...are you serious.” “yes.” “you are the father of this baby. i am the mother of this baby. i know what pacifier emergency looks like.” chan looks like he’s on the verge of tears. “i just...I don’t wanna miss anything. what if she says a new word. what if she gets another tooth. what if she hugs the dog and i’m not here to cry about it.” “what if you go finish packing before you miss your flight” “she’s gonna forget me.” “you just cuddled her for an hour and said ‘i’ll never leave you in spirit’.” “AND I MEANT THAT” he finally sets the emergency bag down. double checks the travel crib is still folded, even though it’s staying here. checks the baby monitor batteries. reopens his backpack to make sure he packed her hospital hat from birth for emotional support. when it’s finally time to leave, he kisses your daughter like five times. then three more. then one last one. you put the baby down for a nap. and then he turns to you. “okay. now you.” you pause mid sip of your coffee “…hm?” he walks over dramatically, cupping your cheeks and he grins “don’t act like you’re not gonna cry the second i leave.” “i’m not” “you’ll miss daddy sooooo much huh?” you slap his chest “don’t say it like that!” he lowers his voice, teasing “gonna miss your big strong man around the house? gonna be all cold and empty in the bed without me—” you literally grab his suitcase and start dragging it to the door “OKAY GOODBYE” he laughs as you push him out. leans back in one more time, kisses your cheek, then your lips, then your neck. you roll your eyes “you’re so annoying.” he winks “you love it” and you do. but still, you slam the door (with love) in his face before you start smiling too much. from outside, he shouts: “CALL ME IF SHE BLINKS IN A NEW WAY!!!”

lee know (2 year old boy)

you watch from the doorway, arms crossed, as minho calmly packs the last of his things. your 2 year old is stuck to his shin like a sock you can’t shake off. just waddling with him as he moves. whimpering occasionally. “he’s being dramatic” minho mutters, zipping his suitcase. he walks to the kitchen for his travel mug. your son follows. he walks to the bedroom to grab socks. your son? still there. he sneezes? your son gasps in sympathy. and the whole time minho’s like, “he’s fine. this is normal. he’s just clingy.” okay, dr. delulu. he’s totally chill. totally composed. totally... dying inside. he zips his suitcase with one hand while holding his son on his hip like it’s nothing “i’ll be back in a week. it’s no big deal.” “you’re leaving for 3 weeks” “...don’t correct me.” you finally step forward as it’s time to leave, arms out. “okay baby, come to mama” but when you reach for your son, minho just... doesn’t let go. you pause. “minho.” “…what” “you’re not letting go” “yes i am.” “you are physically holding onto him” “...that's crazy” you squint “you said you were fine” “i am fine.” “then let him go.” “...no.” you and your son both just stare at him. minho clears his throat. “he needs one more hug.” “you’re not even hugging him. you’re just holding him like a football.” “it’s our thing” you sigh. “okay. one more hug. then you go.” minho nods. they hug. your son sniffles. minho sniffles. you try to take him one more time. minho doesn’t budge “…he has abandonment issues.” “HE LITERALLY DOESN’T. BUT HE WILL IF YOU DON’T LET HIM GO.” you finally peel your kid off him and give minho a hard stare. he stares back, blank. but his ears are so red. “…you okay?” he nods once. he leans in to kiss your cheek, quick and soft. murmurs “you’ll be okay?” you smirk “what, no dramatic holding for me?” he deadpans “you don’t cry when i leave” “i might.” “you won’t.” you raise an eyebrow “…you’ll miss me too, huh?” he scoffs “I’ll be too busy sleeping without someone stealing the blanket” you nudge him “and without someone asking you to rub their back every night?” he pauses “…shut up.” you grin. he leans in and kisses you properly this time, lingering for a second. his fingers brushing over your jaw, soft. “…yeah” he mumbles, low so only you hear “i’ll miss you too.”

changbin ( 10 month old girl)

“okay! i’m heading out! it’s fine! we’re all fine!” changbin is literally yelling as he ties his shoes in the hallway. your 10 month old daughter is watching him from your hip. wide-eyed. quiet. you raise a brow “…you good?” “YEP” he sniffs. loudly. “just allergies.” “…babe it’s 11 at night.” “pollen doesn’t sleep, babe.” he stands up and clears his throat then holds out his arms “gimme” you hand her over and immediately regret it. because now she’s got both arms around his neck and her tiny face is smooshed into his shoulder. and now changbin is... just standing there. swaying. kissing her soft little head every 5 seconds. mumbling: “appa loves you. appa’s gonna facetime you every day. appa’s gonna...uh gonna come back with presents, okay?” she yawns into his hoodie. he gasps “did you see that? she yawned. SHE’S SAD.” you snort “she’s tired.” “AND SAD.” he finally peels her off, very slowly, whispering “i’ll be back, i’ll be back, i swear” then hands her back to you and wipes his eyes with the back of his hand you smirk “you’ll miss me too, right?” he exhales so dramatically “…yes. i’ll miss everything. i’ll miss you. i’ll miss her. i’ll miss her weird laugh and the way you steal my fries and the way she throws up on your shoulder and you pretend she didn’t” you laugh, pressing a kiss to his cheek “just don’t cry in the group photo again.” “NO PROMISES.” he gets one foot out the door... then stops. turns back around “WAIT. WAIT WAIT WAIT.” you freeze “what??” he sprints back in, kisses your baby’s hand. then kisses your hand. then your mouth “okay. NOW i’m ready.” you whisper “you forgot your suitcase” he gasps “GODDAMNIT.”

hyunjin (10 month old girl)

he's pacing the hallway. suitcase packed. heart shattered. but hair perfect. "i can't do it" he whispers dramatically. you blink. “do what. leave?” "yes." "...hyunjin you're flying to japan. not mars." “same energy.” you’re carrying your 10 month old daughter on your hip, trying to grab her pacifier off the table. he immediately swoops in and snatches her back like you’ve been stealing her this whole time. “let me hold her. she wants me.” “she just spit up on your neck.” “that’s her saying she loves me in baby.” she starts chewing on his hoodie strings. he melts on the spot. the clock ticks. he sighs. kisses your daughter on the cheek. then forehead. then both hands. then dramatically holds her close like she’s fading into dust. "appa has to go, baby. be strong. eat well. sleep well. don’t forget me. don’t replace me. if your omma tries to make you like her more than me—" “HYUNJIN” "—i’m not saying she’s evil, i’m just saying watch your back" "you're so unwell." he turns to you. “take care of her.” “...i birthed her.” “that doesn’t mean you’re qualified.” “WHAT” “i’m sorry! i’m just anxious! you’re so pretty and cool, she might forget i exist!” you fold your arms “do you think our baby is gonna come to me one morning like ‘actually… i’ve decided appa is mid now’?” he gasps “DO YOU THINK SHE WILL??” you roll your eyes then you try to guide him out the door. he refuses to walk. like. physically stops moving. “wait just one more hug. i have to feel her tiny squishy cheek on my face one more time. just one more. JUST...okay one more. ONE MORE” he finally pulls back from his 294th goodbye hug she’s basically asleep in his arms and you’re just standing there, arms crossed, eyebrow raised like : “…do i get a kiss too? or did you forget you’re in love with me as well.” “OH! of course, baby!!” he turns, leans in... and gives you the fastest forehead kiss in recorded history. like boop. and he’s already turning back to nuzzle your daughter's cheek again. you blink “SIR???” he bursts out laughing, holding his chest “okay okay i was just playing! COME HERE” he grabs your face and smothers you in kisses saying “m’wife m’wife m’wife” between every one while you’re trying not to laugh and push him off. then he grins all proud “i would miss you too, if you weren’t so annoying.” you smack his arm. he kisses you again. and then one last dramatic whisper into your baby’s ear before he leaves: “don’t forget who's your favorite.”

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[wonubby]

so perfect - k! bakugou

cw: none, bakugou's just such a cutie! also tooth rotting fluff ^_^

a/n: wrote this while listening to she looks so perfect, if you couldnt tell

yeah, he loved you.

he's always known he's loved you. the only problem was that you didn't know. well, you kind of knew; he just hasn't said it out loud.

but seeing you in his bed, lying in an oversized shirt and a random pair of boxers you stole from his drawer, made him want to say it.

"why're u starin' at me, freak?" you giggled, looking up from your phone at the boy.

a pinkish hue scattered against his cheeks at your words, glancing away. "im looking at how ugly you are; why did i let you into my dorm again?" he scoffed, the corners of his lips turning up.

"haha, you're hilarious, kats. you literally asked me to come. now what's up?" you gave him a pointed look, sitting up to face him.

"nothing, 'm just tired." he gave a quick excuse, bashfully rubbing his hand against his neck.

squinting at him, you sigh before letting it go. "oh well, come sit; i wanna sleep and i need my furnace to keep me warm." you pat the spot next to you, slightly shuffling back.

he gave you an incredulous look. "get the fuck out of my bed. you aren't sleeping here." he grabbed your arm, pulling you up and out of the comfy sheets.

"hey! you ass, what're you doing!" you shrieked as he wrapped himself around you.

he didn't respond, only burying his head in your neck, sending tickles down your spine. consciously, you wrapped your arms around slowly, worried about the sudden change of attitude.

"kats? are you okay?" your voice was so sweet it made his head nudge your chin.

"yo... ook... so... fect.." his voice was muffled so you could really hear him.

grabbing him by the hair, you pulled him away from your neck, staring into his vermilion eyes.

"what?" you whispered. "i didn't get any of that. can you repeat it for me?"

"i said, you look so perfect."

you were frozen, staring at him in the eyes in shock. did your childhood best friend just call you perfect...?

he stepped back, gulping. "shit... sorry, i." he opened and closed his mouth like a fish, hustling a hand through his delicate, gorgeous hair.

"i really fucking like you, and you're out here prancing around my room in my fucking American Apparel underwear, and, god, you're so gorgeous."

it was your turn to blush now, suddenly feeling exposed under his gaze.

"i really, really like you, y/n, and, fuck, maybe i love you? i don't fucking know, sorry-"

he was cut off when you placed your lips on his, taking his breath away. slowly, but surely, he melted into the kiss. sweaty hands pulling you into him with a need never experienced before.

breaking away, you smiled at him. "kats, i like- no. i love you too."

with a grin, he pulled you back into a hug, finally feeling at peace.

"hey bakugou!" all of a sudden, the four idiots he reluctantly called his friends entered the room.

"OH?!" mina shouted, practically jumping in her spot.

"GET THE FUCK OUT!"

[madamechrissy]

Just Friends!?

-Art in the banner from nek0zuu_ on X-

Pairings- Former Nerd! Gojo and popular F! reader

Summary - Satoru Gojo was the biggest nerd EVER in high school with you, next door neighbors, study buddies, you were the best friends in the world. Never having the courage to ask you -the 'popular girl' out- you never knew he felt for you. He ended up leaving town, moving to the big city of LA- getting famous with a modeling career, and lost touch with everyone from his old life. While you're working the family pub to help out your parents, years later, he finally comes back to visit, just to have you making his drink. Everything about him is different, aside from those pretty blue eyes and the sweet grin. You feel he's so accomplished now, and you're just a small town girl, but little do you know, you've never left his mind.

Warnings - Nerdjo turned famous and cocky, but he's still just a Nerdjo deep down hehe- this chap - lots of long distance woes, tonsss of emotions, light angst, love confessions, mentions of oral (m receiving) phone sex, masturbation

Based HEAVILY on the 2005 Rom com Just Friends - part of my amazingg moot @indiewritesxoxo's Friday night flicks! 🌙 Comments/rbs appreciated <3

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Part Seven

“Shit, don’t wanna let you go,” Satoru murmurs softly as you hug him, he’s about to board a private plane with Samantha to head back home. She surprisingly didn’t give you much shit other than asking if you really wanted to be with Satoru, and trying to kiss you.

Samantha was odd but not as bad as you worried.

Despite whatever past the two shared, they seemed genuinely uninterested in each other, and judging by her purring at you!? She seems to think you’re pretty attractive apparently. You just shook your head at the encounter as she climbed up, and he’s holding you close, you inhale his scent, worried you’re never gonna fucking have it again.

“Baby,” he murmurs, feeling your tears against his chest as he holds you tight, the air still chilled, his breath coming out in a puff of fog as he bends low, tightening his hold. He feels you trembling as you try to hold it in, remembering last night with you in his arms. “I’m not going forever.”

You can’t answer or respond, so upset, he feels the emotions choke him up, stuck in his throat, sighing and stroking your back slowly under your jacket. Just this morning he’d been gasping out as you sucked him, in the quiet of the morning back in his room, he thought for a moment he must be dreaming. How in the world did he wake up to you and get that?

You’d been a little nervous, giggling and blushing as he had been, stroking your hair gently back to hold it for you, messy from your sleep. You’d almost had him about to bust from a few sucks and laps of your tongue, your hand stroking him up and down slowly, but he’d had to be inside you again.

‘C’mere baby,’ he’d whispered, tugging you on his lap and gliding your slick cunt across his cock, slicker and slicker as you kissed him, and he tasted his precum off your lips. “Wanna cum inside you again, fuck…’

You’d whined out, brows drawn together as your hips moved, lifting them up for his tip to press in, slowly stretching your already sore little pussy out, the amount of rounds you two have gone in a couple days is more than you’ve had in years. He’d been so easy with you, moaning softly, blue eyes studying you as he felt your cunt grip him so good.

‘God you’re so beautiful,’ his words made you emotional, tears falling even as he sunk deeper inside your eager cunt, gasping. ‘You are.’

‘I love you,’ you tensed as the words spilled, but Satoru just kissed you deeply, moaning into your lips and pulling you down his length. ‘Satoru!’

“I love you too,” he whispers in your ear, you look up at him now, eyes wide and glittering with tears, he strokes your cheek and looks down at you, lashes casting shadows on his high cheekbones in the dawn. “I didn’t say it this morning, I was so in shock you said that…”

“You love me too?” He nods, smiling sadly, feeling his own tears begin to burn the back of his eyes.

“I’ve loved you since I met you,” you shake your head but he nods, leaning low and stroking your cool cheeks, flushed from the weather. “I have.”

“Satoru,” you kiss him now, as the whirl of the plane radiates, and he desperately falls into it, clinging you so tightly. “I never stopped loving you.”

“Neither did I,” he breaks apart with a sigh, kissing you over and over. “Just come with me.”

“I can’t.”

“You can, your dad is okay, you can teach-”

“Satoru, I can’t just… leave everything on a whim. I need to plan things and also… what if you find I don’t fit in your life?” He frowns at your words now.

“What?”

“You had a whole famous career, what if I don’t fit your image - mnh!” Satoru cuts you off with another kiss, and you feel your pulse race, blood rushing in your ears as he tugs you closer, you feel the heat of his body radiating over your layers.

“Bullshit.” Is his very simple response, you sigh and tilt your head, as the pilots come out and remind Satoru he needs to go. He looks highly irritated before looking back at you. “Then fly out and visit me as soon as you can.”

“You want that?”

“Do I want that?” He tugs you closer, hand firm on the small of your back. “I want it more than anything. I’ll prove to you I’m not just disappearing, okay?” You nod, sniffling now as you look up at him.

You just got him back in your life, and now you’re saying goodbye.

The pain almost leaves you breathless, you want to cling to him so badly, you want to jump on that plane. Everything is trying to pull you two apart, but all you want is to stay with him, forever. 

Terrified though, god could you trust him? You want to, you need to, but the doubt is ever there, gnawing at your mind even as you try so hard to shove it all back. To focus on this moment, this beautiful moment you never imagined.

Two childhood best friends turned to strangers.

And now?

“Maybe I can postpone it? Maybe I can-”

“Toru it's your career, don't sacrifice it for me,” you take his hand in yours, kissing his knuckles, he tugs you closer, pressing kisses on your brow. “I'd feel horrible if you did.”

“You're worth anything, maybe I can work on relocating eventually? Baby we can figure something out. So many people in this industry do it.” He's smiling so bright, so reassuring, you want to believe it, that it can be true.

“We will figure it out together.” He sighs at your words, kissing you as he's getting called away, never wanting you to leave his arms. A girl who didn't exist in his sphere for eight years, now fit so perfectly in his embrace.

“Call me as soon as you land, please. Let me know you're safe.” You whisper, sniffling as you speak softly. Satoru nods, blinking back his own emotions.

“I will. I… love you. I love you.” He's testing those words, wines he practiced in front of his mirror growing up, seeing your flushed cheeks, your tremulous smile.

“I love you, Satoru.” His heart pounds in his ears as you kiss him again, on your tip toes, arms around him. He can't drag himself away, big hands taking over your body as they run down it.

“I can't go…”

“I will wait for you,” he sighs, snowy lashes fluttering, breaths mixing as he cups your face. “I want to be yours.”

“You are mine.” He kisses slowly, as he knows he has to let you go. Stepping back, your joined hands fall apart, you put on a bright smile but the tears are covering your cheeks, glimmering in the sunlight. He can't leave you in tears again.

“I'll be all right, just don't forget me.”

He walks back in long strides, kissing you deeply again, swirling blue eyes gazing down at you. “I never did.”

The words follow you.

I never did.

I never forgot you.

You are a mess when you’re back home, the image of him climbing on that plane too fucking much, your mom has to hold you as you cry in her arms, trying to reassure you that it will all be okay. You nuzzle against her neck, just like you did as a kid, as she holds you tight. Your heart can hardly take Satoru’s absence, not after the words of love were finally confessed.

“Honey, he said that he loves you?” You nod, as your mother rubs her hand up and down your back, sighing. “He always loved you I think.”

“I think so too, mom.” She smiles down at you, brushing your hair back.

“And you always loved him.” You nod, bursting back into tears, your dad walks by and glares.

“Did he hurt you!? I’ll fly out there and-”

“Oh stop, old man.” Your dad crosses his arms, and you giggle then. “He didn’t hurt me, he went home. You’re so protective.”

“Of course I am, you’re still our little girl, even if you’re all grown now.” He comes over and pats your head, frowning. “Are you two…”

“Together.” You answer, nodding. He sighs, sitting next to the two of you, as your mom smiles at him.

“They’re in love.”

“In love, hmm? He better act right then.”

“Uh huh, you’re so scary pops.” You playfully swat at him, and he just holds your hand and smiles.

“I mean it. Is he… are you two going to date long distance?”

“We’re going to try… I think I need a nap. Ugh, I’m drained.” The nod understandingly, you can’t be more thankful to be here in that moment.

You look at your phone, Satoru should land in a few hours, and you will hopefully feel better when you know he’s alright, the sight of his tears as he left had done you in even further. You now know the love was always there, that the note in your year book was still how he felt.

You lay in the bed he’d had you in the other day, the one he’d gripped your hands in, kissing you so deeply. Holding you in his arms, you can still smell him on your blankets, sighing and shutting your eyes. You picture him back home and wonder if you’ll ever fit into his beautiful life, before drifting off, letting the exhaustion of the past few days hit.

*****

“Gojo we have a meeting.”

“Satoru! We have a shoot tomorrow, we need your input.”

“Satoru, this is the girl you’ll be doing the shoot with.”

“Lets have drinks Gojo!”

“My name is not Michelle!”

Satoru is fucking bombarded with people when he’s landed in Hollywood, never ending calls and texts, his manager picks him up and drags him to some fucking press junkett. His eyes hurt from crying, from the flight, from the brightness of the lights flashing in his face. He has to walk a carpet tomorrow, it's a huge fashion show after that, he needs to prepare.

Get his walk together, get a face treatment done, get his stylist over. It’s never ending, why did it not bother him before? The constant hustle, the city that’s awake so late, and he knows in your time zone it’s gotta be midnight already. When he finally gets a quiet moment, walking into his penthouse tiredly, he pulls out his phone to see the few texts you sent.

They’re not pushy, they’re caring, loving, sweet.

He immediately calls, and it rings for far too long, making his chest ache while he slips off his shoes by the door, when finally you pick up. “Toru?”

He exhales in relief at your voice, sinking down to sit on the carpet, leaning his back against the door. “Sweetheart, I’m so sorry.”

“I was worried,” you yawn, he hears how sleepy you are then. “It’s so late, you okay?”

“It’s not that late here, I tried so hard to get a fucking moment. They were relentless when I got back.” He loosens his tie, sighing as he hears another cute yawn, picturing your face with a smile. “I miss you already.”

“I miss you s’much, Toru.” Your words are slurred by exhaustion, he panics as he realizes you’re falling asleep, is this all he would get some days from you? A couple fucking moments?

How would that ever be enough?

“Are you sleeping on me?” He manages to maintain a light tone, feeling a world the fuck away from you then.

“M’sorry, I have work in the morning. I wanna stay up but…”

“No, baby it’s okay.”

“It’s not,” you blink away sleep, sighing and turning now, pressing your video on your phone. “Lemme see you, please.”

“Of course,” he turns it on, sees the dark silhouette of your pretty face in the night, caressing the phone screen gently as you smile. “Hi beautiful.”

“Hi Toru. You look tired too.”

“I am,” he shuts his eyes for a second, before looking back down at the phone, and seeing your eyes glittering. “I want to fucking hold you, shit. That’s… it’s so…”

“Sweet, it’s sweet. And so do I,” you barely hold back your tired tears, Satoru aches to swipe them away. “Tomorrow, I get out at two, it’s like eleven your time? You can call me any time after. And text me any time I promise I’ll get back as soon as I can.”

“Of course I will, I need to get a few things settled this week, then let’s see about getting you for a visit, hmm?” You smile and nod, so lonely then, when you’ve been alone for so long. But missing his arms wrapped around you, like you were always supposed to fit there.

“We will. Toru, can you just… keep the phone on while I fall asleep? Even if you’re just getting ready for bed?” You soft whisper breaks his heart, he stands up then, setting you on the counter, taking off his jacket.

“I can do that every single night till you’re here,” you exhale in relief, setting the phone down as the two of you turn off the video, hearing his soft breathing, the rustling of clothes. “I won’t sing you lullabies.”

“Meanie,” he laughs at your sleepy declaration.

“I’m not a good singer.”

“Bet you are, remember you played guitar?” You yawn again, he smiles at that memory, taking off his shirt, now in the bathroom, carrying you around and listening to your soft, slow breathing like a lifeline.

“You remember that phase? I only played one song.” You yawn again, while he splashes a little water on his face, looking in the mirror at how tired he is.

“You played it s’good, wanna hear it again.” He smiles at your sweet words, soon he’s in bed, laying on his side and looking out at the view, he’s several stories high, and you can see the whole city where he is. He wonders if you’ll enjoy that, as he tugs a body pillow close, resting his head against it.

“I will buy another guitar for you, learn it again.” you’re already lightly snoring then, he can’t help but smile, heart tugging with affection at the sound. “I love you, sweetheart, good night.”

He hangs up the phone, missing you so terribly, and it hasn’t even been one fucking day.

*****

Life was back to ‘normal’ for you, the kids in your class  are insane but you love them, they’re all calling your name over and over for something new, as you teach them how to write their names, as you read them stories. You were originally an elementary school teacher, but there weren’t many opportunities here, and you ended up with very young kids.

It’s been a week since you saw Satoru in person, but every night he calls, and every day you all text several times. You fall asleep to him, even if he’s at an event he’ll go to a quiet area, talking to you in that soothing tone of his, so that you can rest, while the longing eats you alive. The need for him grows, as you feel like there’s just a missing part of yourself now.

You eye a red carpet with Satoru in it on the screen, and see a model on his arm for photos as he walks up, taking pictures and smiling cooly. It’s not the smile you know, his hand isn’t on her, nor is it on the model that gets on his other arm. He keeps them at his sides, as the cameras flash, cooing about his recent shot at a role in a movie, yes now Satoru wasn’t just a model, he was acting.

You’re so happy and proud, but it feels more and more deep, the chasm that separates the two of you, so wide it’s as if you don’t know how you’ll make the jump. You set aside any worries or hurt feelings, brightly going about your day, coming to help at the bar for a few hours as is your routine.

Your parents are doing better, dad’s recovered so well, but they truly still need your help, they’d just gotten medical expenses paid off, and you know even if it’s a little, they need the extra for the upkeep of the place. You can tell they don’t want you to feel obligated, but you don’t mind helping them, it keeps you busy, it keeps you distracted from it all.

Even now, it’s evening, your shift at the bar, and you hear the sound of Satoru’s voice on the tv. You try to ignore it, when they’re asking him about his personal life, as Sukuna walks into the bar, and you hear the words, the answer. You look up at the tv to see him awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck.

“Do you have a girlfriend, Gojo?”

“Um… I… well…”

You look up at the television, surely you were that, right? How can you be in love, and not… unless he’s embarrassed. Unless he’s embarrassed he’s with a girl in a pair of jeans working the bar right now. You struggle not to think that way, as people are asking for drinks, and you focus on that instead, you see Suguru and Shoko come in and eye the screen too.

“Do you have anyone serious? Are you single?” The reporters are honing in, you don’t even look at the screen now.

What’s it matter, if he wanted to keep it secret, maybe he wants some things private? It doesn’t need to be a bad thing, you tell yourself that in your head over and over as you hear an awkward chuckle. Your eyes keep flitting up before going back down to the drink you’re overpouring. You curse softly, cleaning it up with a napkin and a shaky hand.

“I’d rather not get into my personal life.”

“Are you with Samantha-”

“No, and I don’t want to go on about it. Next question.”

Your heart sinks then, he didn’t say he was single, but would it have maybe hurt to admit he was talking to someone- anyone?

“Shit, you okay?” Shoko’s up at the bar now, frowning as she watches you plaster on a bright smile, nodding. “You sure?”

“I’m great, um… how are you two? The usual?” You tease, and they nod, eyeing the screen again.

“He seems a little less pretentious.” Suguru mumbles, you nod then. “You two spent a lot of time together?”

“We did, um, a lot of time,” your blush tells on yourself, they eye each other.

“He always loved you,” Suguru says then, the words hitting home as his warm smile makes you relax just a bit. “He really did, he was gonna tell you the night he disappeared on us.”

“I know, I love him too.” They pause, looking at you. “Loved? Love. Both.”

“Shit, yeah?” You are nodding as Shoko takes one of your hands. “Maybe he just wants to keep you safe?”

“You think?”

“It’s true, Hollywood eats people up,” Suguru agrees, the two of them easing your tension a bit as they head over to play pool together, his hand on her lower back as they share a kiss, making you long even more for Satoru.

“Hey brat,” you glare at Sukuna’s words as he chuckles, hands in his pockets. “I came to say goodbye.”

“Oh, you’re headed back?” He nods then, and you come around the bar, embracing the tall lug of a man you had such a past with. “You came to say goodbye to me, really?”

“Yeah, why not. It was nice catching up.” He wraps you in a warm hug, you sigh, nodding in agreement. “Tell your dad I’m gonna go harder on him next time.”

“Oh he’ll be ready,” you giggle as the two of you pull back, and your eyes go up to where Satoru’s leaving, before looking down, clearing your throat. “Sukuna…”

“Yeah?”

“Would you keep a relationship secret, because of fame?” He blinks a bit then, shaking his head. “To keep your privacy?”

“So… no. But not for any good reason,” he pulls back a bit, brushing your hair behind your shoulder with a serious glint to his ruby eyes. “I’d do it because I wouldn’t want any man ever thinking he has a chance with my girl. I’d never allow a fucker to think he had a shot, hell no. Ring on the finger, baby in her tummy.”

“Sukuna, you’re so archaic!” He shrugs, grinning then and raising his brows.

“What, everyone would need to know she’s my woman, so no. Plus, who I’m with would know that’s my life.” He shrugs a broad shoulder as you roll your eyes.

“You’re old school huh?”

“Tch, I guess so.” He runs a hand through those pink locks, eyeing the screen right with you. “The kid’s in love with you if you’re worried, even if he’s a little shit.”

“Thank you Sukuna,” you smile and press a kiss on his cheek, earning it blushing in the dim lights of the bar. “That’s actually sweet of you.”

“Yeah, yeah, psh.”

“You’ve become a really good dude, y’know that?”

“Of course I know I’m amazing. Calm down.” He ruffles your hair then, before frowning a bit. “If you want to be claimed as his girl, say something. Maybe his dumb model brain doesn’t know.”

“Oh you know he’s smart…”

“Maybe book smart, that doesn’t mean shit in the real world. Just say something, so you don’t…” he trails off then. “have regrets and shit.”

“Yeah, no, that's really good advice.” You take his hand, feeling the past finally subside, Sukuna was your first in so many ways, your first ‘love’ and first heartbreak, the first guy you were with. “I always wondered about you, if you were good.”

“Shit, me? Why?”

“Just wondered. And you are.” He takes your hand in his, nodding then, looking down at your lips for a moment, before they go back to your eyes.

“I am good.” He presses a kiss to your head, soft and affectionate, sighing then. “If he fucks up-”

“Sukuna!”

“Well just saying.” You shove him now, of course he doesn’t move, just chuckling a bit. “I had to throw it out there one more time.”

“Yeah, yeah. Be safe headed back home, okay?”

“Yeah.” That’s all he says as he leaves, and the tv changes to something else, your phone ringing then.

Satoru.

You almost ignore it, but you know you need to hear him out, taking a breath as you put the phone up to your ear, heading out into the cool night so you can get away from some of the noise. “Just saw you on tv.”

He pauses then, cursing internally. “I wanted to say we’re together, but I don’t know if you’re ready for it, for this. I’m so sorry -”

“Toru, it’s okay.” You shake your head, leaning against the brick wall. “I get it, maybe you don’t want anyone to know about me.”

“No! No, not at all. It’s just, fuck Hollywood is brutal, they’re invasive, I just wanted to make sure you want this, have you visit first, get to know this world, before you decide. What if you hate it all?”

“I’ll still love you,” your words make his heart shatter, as he stands outside the press junket, hating the hurt in your tone. “I’ll love you no matter what your life is like, okay? Are you worried about that?”

“Yes,” he admits softly. “You’re a fucking angel, Hollywood is full of snakes, people with shit intentions. I don’t want any of them to ever hurt you.”

“Then you’ll protect me,” he nods though you can’t see, leaning against a brick wall of his own in the much warmer air, dry and hot in his lungs as he inhales. “I am not mad at you, I was just upset.”

“That’s all I do, upset you.”

“Toru…”

“It is, why do you even talk to me?”

“Because I fucking love you, okay?” Your voice breaks then. “I miss you. I miss you so bad.”

“Me too, fuck me too.” He swipes a hand across his face, shaking his head then. “I should have said I’m with someone.”

“If you’re not ready-”

“I am, I am just thinking of you, of what you would want. You want a more simple life and… how do I make that work, make it happen? It’s all so…”

“New, it’s new. And you shouldn’t think about all that right now, just… let’s take this day by day, okay?”

“Yes, day by day. And I ruined your day.”

“You did not. The toddlers puking on me didn’t even ruin it, or the old geezer who grabbed my ass as I gave him his drink.”

“Did what now!?”

You’re laughing, but he’s fuming. “It’s fine, I just was a little hurt and in my head about it all.”

“I don’t want that. I froze and didn’t know what to say. I promise, I’ll let them know at least I’m taken, I’ve let every girl know already, that’s probably why the rumors have started.” You hate how good it makes you feel. “You’re it for me.”

“Toru, you’re it for me too. I need you.” He shuts his eyes, picturing you again, tuning out all the sounds.

“I need you more. I’ll call you when I’m home?”

“I’ll be up tonight, no work tomorrow.”

It’s a bit late when he makes it in, he hears your sleepy voice, cursing himself that he’s going to barely talk to you again. He is so worried he made a mistake earlier, he never wants you to feel not enough - but he really did panic then. He had no clue if once you came out you’d want this life, to be with him in his world, he worried so deeply about it constantly.

But you clearly wanted that validation.

He can hear it as you answer, as the two of you talk, the girl that was so confident back when you were young is apprehensive, nervous. You don’t realize you’re his everything, that you’re all he sees, and he knows he has to work harder to show it - but he’s so exhausted, and he misses you.

“Can I see your pretty body, please baby?” He murmurs softly into the phone, husky and seductive to your ears. You gasp a bit, he hears a rustle of your blankets as you turn on the video. “Fuck, look at you.”

“I look tired.” You sigh as you slip your top down, strap by strap, listening to his breath catch, his soft moan.

“Beautiful,” he already feels himself hard for you, as he touches his aching cock, moaning softly. “Fuck…”

“Are you um…” You blush as he nods, the thrill and need mixing together. “Touching yourself for me?”

“Only you, baby, fuck,” he’s whining as you slip down your top, letting your pretty tits bounce for his vision. “Torture not to be able to touch them, god.”

“You want to touch them, Toru? Want to kiss them?” You’re asking so sweetly, as if you don’t know what you’re doing, when he starts stroking his length, gasping out at how good it feels.

“Wanna suck on those nipples, wanna have that pretty pussy on my tongue,” it’s your turn to whine out, shifting, your thighs pressing together. “Pinch them for me, let me see you.”

You do just that, gently tugging at your nipples, each one gently, while his cock leaks precum out of his pretty pink tip, but you see his face the whole time instead, the fluttering of his white lashes, the tint of his cheeks. “Toru, god you’re so sexy I… I’m s-so wet…”

“Fuck,” he’s whimpering as he pinches his tip, eyeing you then through the phone. “Touch her for me, hmm?”

“Yes,” you listen with no hesitation, reaching down your tummy to find your soaking wet cunt then, moaning as you feel your clit twitch under your touch. “Ah! Want you here please.”

“Where, baby? Want me drinking you - ah - all up?” His words are broken, as he huffs, working his cock and looking at your face as your eyes roll back.

“Y-yes,” you’re getting so tense, your tummy feeling the pressure, remembering the shape of him inside you.

“God look at your pretty face.”

“Toru!” You’re trying to keep it down, but he hears it, the squelching of your cunt even over the video chat, earning his deeper groan.

“Roll it in circles, for me? Let me hear it, so slutty and needy, isn’t she?” you manage to nod, tits pressing together for his view while you work your clit under your pajama shorts, and Satoru strokes his length, listening to it, watching your pretty expressions. “That’s it, you picture me there.”

“Y-yes, wanna pull your hair, ngh!” He exhales at your words, while you picture just that, his tongue on your clit, while you’re pushed higher and higher by your own little circles. “Want you in me.”

“I wanna be inside you, deep,” he’s biting his plump lower lip, your eyes meet, both dilated with need, brows knitted as you two work yourselves. “Wanna break you in fucking half, fuck you till you can’t walk.”

“Toru!” You gasp at that, the visions filthy, vision blurring as your slick cunt gets even wetter, making your fingers slip.

“Wanna mark you everywhere, so everyone knows you belong to me, I wanna tell everyone, shit I’m s-”

“Don’t apologize mid- mnh- masturbation!” You scowl and he pouts. “I’m close, lemme cum please.”

“Cum for me, god let me see you, hear you,” he’s desperate and needy then, watching you fall apart for him, biting back your moans he can’t wait to hear fully ring in his fucking ear again. Your cunt throbs around nothing, as you whine in need, looking at him. “Fuck, you’re so perfect.”

“Cum for me,” you whisper, and he’s already so close, nodding as he jerks his cock for you, spitting down and wishing it was your wetness.

“Suck your fingers,” his soft order has you flustered. “Suck your cunt off them, please baby.”

“Y-yes,” you do just that, sucking your sweetness off your fingers now, slick from how much you came, and he groans, his eyes locked on your face. “Mmm.”

“Fuck me,” Satoru cums so much, white ropes that should be inside you instead, barely managing to compose himself as he moans so fucking loud, feeling the release so pent up. “God I came so much, wanna see?”

“Yes, oh! You did!” He’s laughing breathlessly as he turns back the camera.

“Lemme clean up, one sec.”

“Same.” You two laugh a bit over the phone, soon back in bed, laying on your sides and hugging pillows, looking at each other. “I may have needed that.”

“I need more, so much more.” He pouts so pretty now, looking at you with those eyes of his. “I need you here. When do you have a break?”

“I have four days coming, I could take an extra?”

“When!?” He’s so happy you smile at it.

“Next weekend, we’re off for holiday.”

“Fuck I’ll see what I can clear up, will you come to me please?” He pouts all cute and bats his white lashes, making you giggle again.

“Of course I’ll come to you.”

“And for me?”

“I just did,” he groans his frustration into the pillow, as you shift a bit on your own. “I know, I need you too.”

“It’s killing me. And I upset you today.”

“I’m okay, I didn’t tell you that I wanted you to make it public. Maybe waiting for me to come visit is a good thing?”

“Yeah, I can show you off. If you want!?”

You laugh again, softer this time, mixing with a yawn. “You’ll have to buy me something cute, nothing I own will work there.”

“I’ll get you a whole wardrobe baby.”

“Not all that!”

“Anything. Like, a tiger even,” your giggles melt him, as he falls even deeper for you. “I’m serious!”

“Whatever, you’re too much. I don’t want a tiger. Just a couple cute outfits, don’t have me looking shabby.”

“You could never look anything but perfect.” His words are so sincere and beautiful, your heart flutters then, the Satoru you knew, and the Satoru you know, shifting ever closer to becoming one again.

That’s the sincere, sweet boy you fell for, and the man now.

“Don’t cry, please. I can’t handle it.”

“It’s happy tears, promise.” He sighs in relief, caressing the phone gently. “Fall asleep with me?”

He nods, it’s now your routine, but as you’re dozing off, Satoru’s booking tickets, he cannot stand one more moment without you in his fucking arms. He just has to hope his lifestyle won’t scare you off, that he can find as much time as he can to show you all the beautiful things he wants to.

“Love you, Toru.” You murmur, as he sets the phone down, and hears your light little snore.

“Love you, see you soon.”

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[kxsagi]

it’s may first! ^^ can i request a fic with bllk characters having cuteness aggression for the reader? maybe with isagi, nagi, sae, rin, and others?

“𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧(‘𝐭) 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐭”

a/n: yesss i genuinely apologize if this came off as repetitive 😭

ft. isagi yoichi, nagi seishiro, itoshi sae, itoshi rin, mikage reo, bachira meguru, chigiri hyoma, karasu tabito, kaiser michael, ness alexis, shidou ryusei, niko ikki, hiori yo

isagi yoichi

it starts with him thinking he’s normal. 

he’s like “yeah my girlfriend’s cute” all smiley and in love… until you do something heinous like wear his oversized jersey with messy hair and rub your sleepy eyes. 

next thing you know, isagi’s clutching a pillow, jaw clenched like he’s trying not to explode. 

“you’re so–AHHHH–I’M GONNA LOSE IT I SWEAR ON MY SOUL.” 

grabs you and buries his face into your neck while yelling into it like you just scored a hat trick. 

“stop being so cute it’s pissing me off!!!” 

his form of cuteness aggression is hugging you like a koala until your lungs collapse. 

nagi seishiro

says “meh” but he is screaming internally. 

you do anything mildly adorable, like kiss his cheek and walk away humming, and he just freezes. buffering. overheating. 

“ugh. i wanna squeeze you like a mochi. until you pop or something.” 

gently squishes your cheeks like he’s testing the elasticity of his favorite plush toy. 

he actually doesn’t know what to do with himself when you wear his hoodie. he lies face-down on the couch whispering “i’m gonna bite her.” 

and he does. softly. to your shoulder. out of love. 

itoshi sae

looks calm. he is not calm. 

“you’re doing it again.” 

you blink innocently. “doing what?” 

“looking like that. with your stupid little smile and your stupid cute face and–i can’t deal with this right now.” 

threatens to punt a chair across the room while pinching your cheeks violently (but lovingly). 

he does bite. it’s controlled. calculated. usually on your arm or your hip. 

tells you with a deadpan expression, “you make me want to chew cardboard.” 

you laugh. he sulks. “stop giggling. you’re making it worse.” 

itoshi rin

thinks he’s above it until you do something sickeningly soft. 

like holding a stray cat with a baby voice. or smiling in your sleep. or calling him “rinnie” in public. 

his whole body glitches. twitching eye. twitching jaw. 

“i’m going to bite you. i’m not kidding. i feel violent.” 

stares at you like you’ve committed crimes against his sanity. 

grabs your face and grumbles about how you should “come with a warning label.” 

sulks under a blanket after. sends you a text from the same room: “why are you so cute. this is my 13th reason.”

mikage reo

shameless. will say out loud in a crowded room: “you’re literally too cute. i’m gonna slam dunk you into a pillow and never let you out.” 

squishes your cheeks like they’re made of mochi, buries you in kisses, threatens to bite your nose. 

you trip over something and he’s like “oh my gosh–AHHH–you’re so cute when you’re clumsy i hate you i love you.” 

tells nagi “if she keeps being adorable i’ll explode into confetti and die smiling.” 

kisses you mid-sentence just to cope. he can’t handle your laugh. 

bachira meguru

LITERALLY growls. like a chihuahua. 

“ghhhHHH, baby stop, STOP i can’t take it–WHY ARE YOU SMILING LIKE THAT–” 

full-on vibrating with aggression and adoration. 

grabs you like you’re a teddy bear and spins you around because he has too much cute energy and it needs to come out somehow. 

you could yawn and he’d be like “NOOOOO, stop being cute it HURTS.” 

considers biting your thigh like a goblin. asks permission first. 

chigiri hyoma

the most composed about it… at first. 

you’re used to his little hums of “so pretty” or “you’re adorable.” 

but then you do something extra cute. like falling asleep while waiting for him to get home. 

and he’s like “… i could throw you across the room and then kiss you after.” 

will actually growl into a pillow and blush like a cartoon character. 

mutters “you’re so cute it pisses me off” while braiding your hair or painting your nails. 

refuses to elaborate. you just get a glare and a forehead kiss. 

karasu tabito

he thinks he’s soooo smooth and composed but the moment you giggle at one of his dumb jokes? 

he’s gripping the back of his neck like, “nah, cause you did that on purpose. you want me to die. admit it.” 

covers his face with his hoodie, groaning dramatically. 

“you’re cute in a way that makes me want to scream into traffic.” 

when you pout at him? immediate jaw-clench. physical pain. 

aggressively kisses your forehead like he’s trying to exorcise the cute out of you. 

tells you he’s gonna put you in a glass box so no one else can witness your evil adorableness. 

kaiser michael

he's the definition of “i’m gonna bite you out of love.” 

he gets a twitch in his eye when you do literally anything. 

you say “i missed you” in your soft little voice and he short circuits like, “i could throw you out the window and catch you just to kiss you again.” 

“why are you like this. why are you soft and cute and… ugh!!” 

flops face-down on your lap groaning into your thighs like you’re ruining his life. 

you do your hair in braids and he loses it. grabs your face. threatens to bite your ear. 

“you make me wanna bark. it’s humiliating.” 

ness alexis

the king of “i love you but i also want to scream into a wall” energy. 

he just folds every time you do something small and sweet like reaching for his hand or laughing at his dorky jokes. 

his knees buckle. he makes little squeaky noises. 

“you don’t understand. i physically cannot take this much cuteness in one person.” 

face in his hands, peeking through his fingers like you’re the sun and he’s a fragile victorian child. 

mumbles into your shoulder: “you make me wanna scream into a jar and throw it into the ocean.” 

shidou ryusei

he literally bites. you’ll be cuddling and he’ll chomp your shoulder like a gremlin. 

“you’re cute. shut up. i hate it. i wanna fight god.” 

will squeak like an animal when you do something gentle, like fixing his hoodie strings or brushing hair out of his face. 

he rolls around on the bed kicking his feet like a toddler on pixy sticks when you call him “baby.” 

“GHHHHH you make me wanna chew drywall and scream.” 

will look at you smiling and just… headbutt your shoulder in defeat. 

shidou.exe has stopped working due to excessive adorability. 

niko ikki

blushes. scowls. mutters death threats at the wall. 

literally goes red when you call him “handsome” or hold his pinky. 

he tries to stay cool, but he ends up pacing the room whispering, “i wanna throw her off the couch and wrap her in a blanket burrito.” 

makes this tiny frustrated growl like he’s trying to hold back a feral squeal. 

when you do something REALLY adorable, like fall asleep with your cheek smushed against his chest, he stares at the ceiling like “god. give me strength. i will combust.” 

finally mutters a defeated, “you’re so freaking cute it’s making me ill.” 

hiori yo

hiori doesn’t mean to be dramatic… but you’re literally testing his limits as a human being. 

the way you hum while brushing your teeth. the way you squish his cheeks and say “my baby.” the way you fall asleep mid-movie with your mouth slightly open. 

he can’t handle it. 

he’s so soft spoken but suddenly he’s gripping a pillow like: “i can’t take it. i can’t–what am i supposed to do with this much cuteness???” 

bites his sleeve in emotional agony. physically restrains himself from aggressively snuggling you. 

mutters, “you make me want to scream into a cup and drink it.” 

tells you “stop it” while staring at you with hearts in his eyes. 

he’s like a cat that wants to be picked up and also wants to claw your face because he’s overwhelmed. 

when you kiss his forehead he just… shuts down. 

sits on the floor in a daze like, “i’m in love. i’m dying. help me.” 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[cameronsbabydoll]

for scc can u wrote rafe being jealous over his kids? pls pls PLSSSSS 💕

scc!rafe being jealous over his kids <3

wc: 346 — a/n: rafe is sorta pathetic in this 😭

it starts small. quiet. harmless, even.

your youngest is teething and won’t sleep unless you’re holding him, so you’ve been curled into the rocking chair all night, humming lullabies and rubbing slow circles into his back, whispering things like, "mama’s right here, baby. i’ve got you."

and rafe sees it from the doorway.

that softness he’s always craved. the gentleness he thinks only he should get. the way your voice drops into something syrupy when you're comforting. something that belongs to him.

you don’t notice the way his jaw ticks. the way his hand clenches around the doorframe.

later, it’s your daughter who’s tugging you into her room, draping her little thrifted sweater over your shoulders and asking if you wanna watch clueless again. you’re laughing, braided hair over your shoulder, a glass of wine balanced in your hand as she asks what you wore when you were her age.

rafe’s eyes narrow from down the hall.

she’s got your smile. and suddenly, your attention.

he walks into the kitchen after that, slamming a drawer a little too hard. loud enough for you to hear. loud enough that he doesn’t have to say, remember me? i’m still here.

but it gets worse when your eldest comes home for a weekend and hugs you like he missed you more than anything in the world. kisses your forehead. carries your bags up the stairs and asks if you’ve been taking care of yourself.

and rafe sees red.

“what, i don’t get a hug?” he grumbles, standing stiff by the door. arms crossed. voice flat.

you give him a look, soft and amused. “you were on the phone when he walked in.”

he shrugs, jaw tight. “didn’t stop you from droppin’ everything for them.”

you blink. “they’re our kids.”

“yeah,” he mutters, eyes narrowing. “mine too. you didn’t used to forget that.”

and that’s when it hits you.

it’s not that he’s mad at them. it’s not even that he wants you to stop.

he just doesn’t know how to share you.

even with the kids he gave you.

[neptunsx]

YOU WERE MINE FIRST | L.HS

⤷ genre: nsfw.

⤷ synopsis : heeseung as your fuckboy roommate who got jealous and had to remind you who you belong to.

As you sit on the couch, burying your head in your book to drown out the moans emanating from Heeseung’s room once again, you can’t help but sigh. This has become a regular occurrence since moving in together.

You hear female giggles and whispers from his room. The moans and sounds of the creaking of his bed frame grow louder, and you roll your eyes, trying to focus on your book.

Hours pass, and finally, the noises die down. You stretch, having finally managed to lose yourself in your novel. Suddenly, Heeseung’s door slams open. He strides out, shirtless and disheveled, a scowl on his handsome face. Behind him is the girl he brought over, her cheeks hot red, her hair messy. He escorts her out of the house.

“I’ll wait for your text heeseungiee” she says while hugging him.

Heeseung just nods, you already know he won’t text her. She was another one of his toys and one time flings.

The next day, you’re in the kitchen making breakfast when Heeseung comes out of his room, looking as rough as he did the night before. He grabs a glass and fills it with water, his eyes meeting yours briefly before he turns away. You decide to break the silence,

“Heeseung, you need to keep it down at night. Some of us have to wake up early.”

“Yeah yeah.” he mutters before downing the rest of his water and leaving the kitchen.

Days go by, and Heeseung continues his nightly shenanigans. You try your best to ignore it, throwing yourself into your work and studies. One night, you get a message from your study mate, Jinho.

“Hey, wanna grab dinner with me tonight?”

“Sure, sounds nice” you text back with a smile on your face and a flutter in your stomach.

Jinho has always been a sweet and respectful guy. He made you laugh a lot too. This was a perfect moment, since you haven’t been out with anyone for a while. Who knows, maybe things would work out.

You come out of your room, in a beautiful dress and you text Jinho that you are on your way soon. Only then, Heeseung comes out of his room, wearing low-slung sweatpants and an oversized t-shirt. He pauses when he sees you dressed so well, your phone in hand and a smile on your face.

“Where are you going?” he growls, crossing his arms over his chest.

You look up, startled,

“Out with a friend” you answer vaguely, turning back to your phone.

Heeseung’s face darkens, and he stomps over to you, grabbing your phone out of your hand. He reads the message, his jaw clenched.

“Jinho, huh? Your little studying buddy?” he sneers, his voice low and jealous.You stand up, taken aback by his sudden aggression,

“Give me back my phone, Hee” you demand, trying to keep your voice steady.

He doesn’t move, his eyes locked onto yours with an intensity that makes your heart race.

“Are you going to fuck him too?”

His words hang in the air, a challenge and an accusation in his voice. You’re stunned into silence for a moment. Then anger flares in your chest.

“Thats none of your business” you snap and grab your phone back.

“Yeah right” he chuckles darkly, “Go ahead and sleep with him. He’s a good boy. He’ll treat you gentle like the innocent girl you are” he smirks mockingly.

His words sting, and you hug your phone to your chest, feeling a strange lump form in your throat. You swallow it down, lifting your chin defiantly.

“Exactly” you say firmly. “Unlike some people, he knows how to treat a woman with respect”

“He can probably go five minutes before he busts” he mutters under his breath, clenching his jaw.

“What?”

“Have fun with that loser”

Your date with Jinho went perfectly. He’s sweet, funny, respectful - everything Heeseung is not. He drops you off at home with a soft kiss on the lips. You smile all the way to your room, changing into your pajamas.As you climb into bed, your phone buzzes with a text from Jinho.

“I had a great time tonight. Can i see you again soon?”

You’re typing out a response when your door slams open, making you jump. Heeseung stands there, his eyes blazing with anger. He didnt even knock, he stormed in, his presence filling the room. He sees your phone in your hand,

“Missed your boyfriend already?”

“What do you want Heeseung?” you ask coldly “To criticize my love life some more?”

“I want to know if he made you cum” he says coldly, as he steps closer.

“What?! No! I- thats none of your business!”

“So he didnt touch you?”

“No, he’s a gentleman, he waited.” you wrap your blanket around you tighter.

“Why are you hiding yourself?” he asks softly, his hand reaches out, grabbing the blanket and tugging it off you.

You gasp as the blanket is pulled away, leaving you in your thin pajama top and shorts. Heeseung’s eyes darken as he takes in your form, his voice low and husky.

“I’d have you bent over that bed, panting and begging for more by now”

You swallow hard, your mouth suddenly dry. You try to maintain eye contact, but your gaze flickers down to his lips briefly before returning to his intense stare.

“You’re delusional” you whisper, trying to sound more confident than you feel. “He’s a better man than you"

Slowly, deliberately, Heeseung reaches out, his fingers brushing against your thigh. His fingers linger there for a moment before sliding upwards, pushing the hem of your shorts up slightly. His touch sends a jolt through you, and you can’t help but tense.

“Better man?”His fingers trace patterns on your thigh as he speaks, his face inches from yours.

“Better man who can't even make you this fucking nervous with just a touch?”

Your body responds to his words, your breasts tightening, your belly tensing. You nod. His fingers stop their movement, instead gripping your thigh.

“So, i guess he didnt touch you here…” he asks softly, his hand dangerously close to where you most crave his touch.

You shake your head, trying to ignore the way his hand feels on your thigh.

"No" you whisper. His eyes narrow slightly, and for a moment, you think he might kiss you. Instead, he does something even more shocking. He slips his hand into your shorts.

You squirm as his fingers brush against your panties, feeling the heat and dampness there. Heeseung's eyes darken with satisfaction and something more primal.

"Not even here?" he asks, his voice a low growl as he gently rubs against your clit through the thin fabric.

You bite your lip to keep from making more noise as his fingers move against you. You can feel yourself getting wetter, your panties soaked. You try to press your legs together but his hand is in the way. He smirks, knowing the effect he's having on you.

"He didn't spread your thighs and bury his face between them?" Heeseung asks, his breath hot against your face as he watches you squirm. His fingers hook into your underwear, starting to pull it aside.

"He didn't lick you out until you were begging?” he says, his face leaning closer to where his hands are.

“H-heeseung stop”

“Do you really want me to?” he says, coming up and bringing his face close to yours. You look into his eyes, you feel your body begging for him. You can't take it anymore. You grab the back of his neck and smash your lips onto his.

Heeseung's eyes widen slightly in surprise at your sudden kiss, but he quickly responds, his lips pressing firmly against yours. He takes your shorts off in a swift motion and he pulls your panties aside.

Your kiss deepens as his fingers spread you open. He growls softly, feeling how wet you are. He adds one finger inside you, making you moan into his mouth. He swallows the sound, his tongue plunging into your mouth like his finger plunged inside you.

Heeseung kisses you fiercely as he adds another finger, pumping them slowly inside you. He angles his fingers to hit that spot deep within, making your back arch and your walls clench around him. Breaking the kiss, he trails his lips down your neck, biting lightly as he fingers you harder.

“Would he ever make you this wet?” He asks, his voice rough with desire and jealousy, his fingers curling inside you to hit that spot again and again.

"F-fuck no”

"Who's making your pussy tighten like this?”

You groan, not wanting to admit that he is the only one that ever got you this wet and needy. Simply because you couldn't admit it to yourself either.

“Answer me. Is it him?” His fingers pause inside you.

“No, i-it's you” you finally admit, grinding your hips to his fingers.

Heeseung hisses, as he removes his fingers from your hole, bringing them to his mouth to suck your juices off them. Then, he pulls down his sweatpants and frees his hard length.

He wraps your legs around his waist, pulling you closer as he positions himself at your entrance. He looks down at you, searching your face for any sign that it's not him you want like this. Then, he thrusts his hips forward, filling you completely in one harsh motion.

You cry out softly, your nails digging into his back. He's thick, stretching you wide open. He captures your mouth again, swallowing your moans as he pulls back his hips and thrusts deep again. He sets a hard pace, your bodies slapping together loudly.

He lifts you up slightly, his arms wrapped tightly around your waist as he pounds into you relentlessly. You can feel every inch of his length sliding in and out of you, hitting that spot inside you with every thrust. His kisses are demanding, claiming your mouth as his own.

"God," Heeseung mutters against your jaw, "You're so tight." He lifts you up slightly again, changing the angle and hitting that spot so deeply that you almost scream.

"Who does this pussy belong to?" he growls, his voice low and possessive. He doesn't wait for an answer, thrusting deeper and faster, claiming you with every movement.

Tears fill your eyes as he hits that spot over and over, making you feel like you're gonna break apart. "You," you whimper, "It belongs to you, Heeseung.”

"Fuck..." Heeseung suddenly pulls out of you, flipping you onto your stomach. Before you can react, he enters you from behind, one hand gripping your hip while the other reaches around to rub your clit.

He leans over you, his teeth sinking into the back of your neck as he thrusts into you over and over, his hand moving in small circles on your clit.

“You are fucking mine” he groans to your ear.

The feeling overwhelms you, and soon you're screaming out his name, your body shaking with a powerful orgasm.

Panting harshly, Heeseung continues thrusting a few more times, chasing his own release. Feeling your tight inner walls clenching around him sends him over the edge. He buries himself deep inside you, groaning long and low as he comes undone, filling you with his hot seed.

He stays like that for a moment, his chest pressed against your back as he tries to catch his breath. Finally, he pulls out of you, turning you back over onto your back. He looks down at your face, his expression softening as he sees the tears streaming down your cheeks.

“You are crying already? I'm not fucking done with you”

© NEPTUNSX, 2025 / do not copy or repost.

[doiliedaze]

Pretty Thing

Warnings: somno, dub-con, restless/trouble sleeping reader, reader shaking ass, established relationship, Sevika makes reader smoke (weed), play wrestling turns to man handling, Sevika orders reader around, fingering (r! receiving), groping, praise (r! receiving)

Genre: smut, fluff

A/n: DARK FIC!! Thank you @bambishaven hope you enjoy this!!

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You know that when you feel your thoughts swarm your head that you aren't gonna be able to sleep. This the fifth time this month and you don't even know how many times in general you've felt like this! Regardless you're fucking exhausted and want some damn sleep.

So instantly you jump into your routine and hope to fall asleep! Setting up affirmations and soft music on the laptop while doing some skincare.

Although the lighting is dim and the music is soft you can still feel your brain full force! While your mochi face mask dries you decided to get into some comfort pajamas and check on your hair under your strawberry bonnet knowing you probably shifted something already.

The mix on your laptop ended and a suggested playlist started to play. You were tryna keep everything low energy but when you heard "Freak Hoe" flow through your speakers you had to shake some ass!

You scurry from the bathroom to the floor length mirror in your room as you look back at it!! The movements of your ass eating up them shorts!

It definitely took your energy but wasn’t enough to make you sleepy, just huff and puff.

You open the window and let the cold air hit your face calming you down!

In your heart of hearts you know the one thing that’ll put you to sleep; Sevika.

The sensual scent of smoke and mocha. Her luring voice and big hands. Her natural confidence, all of her just makes you relax.

The clock reads 2:00 am so you know she’s up but you don’t wanna bother her!

Fate was on your side because she called two minutes later, asking to come over. So now you wait patiently by the door.

You didn’t have to as she has a key but it gave you an advantage to jump on her when she entered!

“Woah? There’s no need for this much energy I thought I’d find you in bed wallowing at least.” She chuckles as she adjusts you in her arms.

“Nope had to wait for my Vika! And I can’t sleep but it’s more so about you!”

Her grey eyes soften as she notices the restlessness behind those pretty brown eyes.

“Lemme make you something” she whispers as she pecked your nose. “Only if you want”

“Well I do so just sit and relax for me okay?”

Silently you walk to the couch as you relax your body and watch her get to work. Zoning in on her back muscles when she takes her jacket off. Her wife pleaser hugging her just right!

The smells in the kitchen start to flow into your nose and your heart swoons. Your big bad girlfriend is making you Khichdi.

“Here” she states as she places it in front of you.

“Did you poke a smiley face into it?”

“Thought you’d like it…” she grumbles slightly flustered.

“I do! Thank you vika” you kiss her flesh knuckle then her metal ones.

Honestly sleep was starting to seep into you especially after the meal and Sevika carrying you to bed. But there is something itching to keep you up and it’s almost 4 am!

“Take this” she whispers as she hands you the pre-roll. Never opposed to a puff here and there you take it.

You were expecting the weed to lull you at least a little but it gave you an energy of sorts.

“Alright we gotta do something to tire me!” You whine feeling bad about keeping your girlfriend up but you need this!

“I could fuck you to sleep”

“That was so corny” you laugh and with a half smile she says, “can’t be so corny if I’ve done it before!”

“Girl no you haven’t!”

“Oh really?” She says as she snatched you up. Instinctively you push her away with your feet. That put some distance between y’all but she ends up slamming you onto the bed.

“Okay she-hulk!”

“Fuck you” She snorts then clears her throat, “let me help you fall asleep though”

“Just thirsty for it huh?”

“Shut the fuck up before I leave!” She says letting your wrist go and your hands shoot up to grab her torso, “please don’t go!”

“Why not you’re being a brat?”

“I’ll be good, I promise” you say as you take another hit of the blunt finally feeling the smoke in your head take over.

Her eyes lock onto yours as she leans in for a kiss and you just blow smoke onto her face.

A smile twitches on Sevikas lips as she takes the blunt. “Can’t keep your promises for shit huh?”

Before you could respond she pushes you off the bed, “damn!” You laugh as you lay sprawled out on the floor.

“Get the fuck up.” When you heard her tone you pop up, wobbly but quickly!

She was laid back against your bed frame and her eyes narrowly stare at you. Her pointer finger beckons you over and you listen.

She makes you wait like a dumb puppy before she pats her lap. Eager you sit down and let your back sink into her chest, craning your neck to look up at her.

Her scent and the need not to piss her off makes you relax in her embrace, stressing your little mind out on how to be good for her.

Sevikas hand caresses your inner thigh as she sees you drift off to sleep.

“Finally” she mutters to her herself as she moves those flimsy excuse of sleeping shorts out her fingers way so she can enter your welcoming cunt!

Her mechanical hand gliding under your shirt to play with your nipple. Squeezing and pulling them. You sleepily moan her name causing her to smile, “such a good girl when you wanna be” she whispers.

She uses her foot to open you leg up more to give her fingers a deeper access.

Her middle and ring finger beginning to pick up the place.

“Got you all to myself—fuck you’re such a pretty little thing” she mutters as the squelches of your pussy makes her clit throb.

“Vika” you moan, big brown eyes looking up at her through your lashes.

“Yes baby girl?”

You mutter incoherently and she just smiles, “be quiet okay?” Sleepily you nod, “good job” she snickers, enjoying how reliant you are on her.

Sevika speeds her fingers up and your hips shake but your jaw is slack against her. “This is my pussy yeah? Mine to take…fuck you keep sucking me up.” She groans as the sensation of you clenching around her heightens as you reach your orgasm.

Quickly her fingers retract to rub circles on your clit to help you ride out your high and to kneed the plush of your breast.

She sucks on her fingers as her head rests against the headboard while she calms herself down. Gently she rolls you off and on your side, hand never leaving your boob.

Sevika drifts off into sleep holding you tight as the cool night air flows into the room from a forgotten open window.

Next time you’ll cut the chase and call Sevika the moment you can’t sleep.

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A/n: wait dolls outta all the somno fics i wrote i think this one and Abby are my favorites! I hope y’all loved it and honestly I need this irl LMAOOOO

Taglist: @manfuckthisimout @bambishaven @femme-historian @furrytaesss @milanyas @highnfemme @5seos @artemisdreamfairie @ellabswife

Dividers- @dollywons

[luveline]

could you write bombshell!reader getting a tattoo of spencer’s name or something that reminds her of him and his reaction please?

“Why are you kissing me?” you mumble, your voice hoarse with sleep. 

They’re light kisses. “I’m going now,” Spencer says, matching your quiet tone. 

“No.” 

You wrap your arm behind his neck and feel his hair against your wrist. His nose and lips warm your jaw. 

“Yes.” He kisses your jaw. “I have to go, but I didn’t wanna leave without a kiss.” 

That’s really sweet, he’s so sweet, you’re so tired. “Please don’t go, Spencer.” 

“I have to go.” He readjusts your hugging to hum against your temple, distinctly content despite your pleading. “I’ll be back by six for dinner, promise.” 

“Promise,” you say.

You get to keep him for a few minutes, regardless. His neck must sing bent as he is over you but he doesn’t relent, doesn’t move until you encourage his face back to kiss just under his bottom lip. “Sorry, I’m making you late,” you whisper. 

“No, no, I accounted for this. You’re on my agenda.” 

“How much time did you allot?” you ask through a smile. 

“Seventeen minutes. That’s how long we usually hug in the morning.” 

“Gotta get that time down,” you say. 

“Or up.” He holds your face. You turn your head into his touch and keep him for just another half a minute. 

“Okay,” you mumble, letting your eyes flutter closed again, “you can leave, I’m gonna go back to sleep.” 

“Good idea.” He kisses you, and he says goodbye. You’re sleeping again before he’s even left your room

When you wake properly, you still feel loved, like a sunburn but with less stinging. There’s something very special about your boy; something permanent about the way he loves. You can’t imagine he’ll ever stop loving you like this, he’s embedded you so deeply into his life and his routines (and you’d beg him to keep you if he ever changed his mind). That in itself is crazy. You can’t have imagined begging a guy to let you stay, but for Spencer, you would.  

When he comes home that night, half an hour before six, you have no regrets. 

You hadn’t noticed how he was dressed when he left, but he looks lovely in just a simple t-shirt and jeans. Remarkably casual for him, you used to think he only wore t-shirts to bed, but the older he gets the better propensity he has for comfort. What makes it for you is the cardigan. 

“You look nice,” you praise, more than satisfied when the first thing he does after he takes off his shoes is lean down to hug you where you’re sitting on his couch. 

“Thank you.” He pats your back and pulls away. “You’re beautiful,” he says with ease, like he’s commenting on the weather. “Good day?” 

Your lips pucker into a twist. 

“What?” he asks. 

Unfortunately, he sounds deeply worried. 

“No, it’s nothing, I just hurt my arm. Can you have a look?” 

Spencer takes your arm. “What did you do?” he asks, pulling the sleeve of your shirt carefully up to your elbow. The Saran wrap confuses him, until it doesn’t, and he grins at your skin, before frowning again. His flickering emotions worry you, until he says, “Is that mine?” 

You hold your arm in the light. “Of course it’s yours?” 

It’s just a few words from a note he wrote you, perhaps too soon into your relationship for sweetness, and yet one you kept anyways. He told you the story of the I Love You lighthouse, or rather, the Minot Ledge lighthouse, and how the man who lived there had to live on a different island to his family while tending the lighthouse, so he would flash the light once, then four times, and then three times, one flash for every letter of each corresponding word: I love you. The note was left on your dresser. You’d slept together the night before, but he had to leave early. Nowadays he wakes you up, but  back then he’d been too shy. 

I want to be able to do that for you but I can’t find a lighthouse in D.C. that will let me in to try. I’ll keep looking. 

“I’ll keep looking,” Spencer reads. His thumb heistates just under your small font.

“It’s from that note you left me.”

“I know, I remember.” He does his awful frowny face where his eyelids lower and you're sure he’ll never smile again, he looks that upset. “You know this is permanent?”

“They do tend to be,” you say with a lovelorn sigh. 

“I don’t know what to do. I don’t know if I should kiss you, or hug you, or… I don’t know why you’d do this.”

“But it’s okay?” you ask. It could make for a very awkward conversation if he doesn't like it.

“It’s perfect.” He holds your gaze. “You’re perfect.”

He acts like your tattoo is a gaping wound as he moves in to hug you, careful of your new ink, but relentless in the tightness of his arms behind your back. You laugh, then squeal at his insistence, a giggly girly thing that nobody else should ever hear but him. He doesn’t make fun of you, just squeezes you to him, his face pressed so hard to yours you can feel his cheekbones. 

“Now I just have to say something romantic for you to get tattooed and we’ll be equal again.’

“So we aren’t equal?”

“Um, no way.” Your laugh is self-satisfied and breathless. You turn your lips to his cheek. “I love you. I’m gonna build you a lighthouse.”

“Can’t believe you kept that note.”

“I have a whole shoebox of them. I love that you write them.”

He stops holding himself up, half on the couch and half in your lap as he hugs you with every bit of strength in his arms.

[bakug0uzb1thc]

omg after reading your last request it made me think of my own. Katsuki x reader who is the older sister in her household. basically on top of the readers hero studies, she has to still be a second mother for her many siblings and is burnt out.

hope this isn’t too much or anything :)

Agh I enjoyed writing this sm :3 feel free to change any sibling names !!

Solutions

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x Fem! Reader

Summary: ruined plans by having to watch your siblings take a cute turn !!

Warnings: none, mainly fluff, bkg might be ooc

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You were supposed to have a nice date with Katsuki, you had been stressed and he said he’d take you out to help you both take a break from hero work and your studies.

you told him to stay outside so you could change real quick but you said that unaware of what was gonna meet you on the other side.

As you walked in and took off your shoes you were greeted by your younger twin brothers Kyo and Tsuyoi wrestling, your little sister Hiyori crying and your angelic baby brother yuro hugging his blanket on the sidelines just watching.

You wanted to cry, the one day you thought you could share with your boyfriend was now ruined. “Hey break it up you two.” You deadplanted grabbing both ten-year-olds by the back of their shirts but that didn’t stop them from trying to throw themselves at each-other.

“He started it y/n!” Kyo yelled pointing to the other boy that looked like a copy. “No it wasn’t!” Tsuyoi defended but you shut them up before they had any other words to throw.

“I don’t care who did what where’s mom?” Looking between the two waiting for an answer. “Shes asleep, she said she needed to take a nap.” Kyo sighed trying to squeeze out of your hold.

You were at a defeat, she worked another night shift at the hospital and you couldn’t just wake her up, but you were gonna have to tell Katsuki you had to cancel.

Walking out the door and shutting it behind you, he raised his gaze confused. “Thought you were gonna change?” He tilted his head, “I can’t suki, I need to watch my siblings. My mom worked the night shift and is taking a nap.” You fidgeted with your fingers trying your best to avoid his look.

“That’s fine? Your siblings love me.” He gave a smug smile. The disappointment you were expecting never came, you were only met by him giving you another solution.

“Are you su-“ the door you were leaning on opened to all your siblings peaking out to see who their sister was talking to.

“Hey it’s Bakugou!” Tsuyoi shouted flinging the door open. “Hey squirt.” He said ruffing the kids hair as he waved to all the rest of your siblings who thought foundly of him.

“See they love me.” He said even smugger than before with a matching smirk. “Hey I wanna show you the new video game I got!” Kyo said grabbing onto his hand dragging him into the house giving him just barely enough time to take off his shoes.

The rest of the night was surprisingly the most relaxed you’d been in a while, all of your hero studies you pushed yourself through no longer crowding your mind and to your shock Katsuki was weirdly good with your siblings.

Despite you having more brothers Katsuki never failed to include your little sister into whatever the boys were doing.

“You surprise me kat.” You whispered trying to not wake the 4 sleeping bodies that were against and on both you and Katsuki. All of you had sat down for a movie and boom they were all fast asleep.

“What do you mean?” He said still managing to have at least an arm wrapped around you.

“You’re so good with them, they don’t even like me that much.” You rolled your eyes with dramatic jealousy. “Dunno, I just want them to think I’m cool I guess.” He shrugged at the confession he thought was obvious.

“That so.. sweet.” You gave him a soft smile and laid your head on his shoulder, doing your best not to wake the sleeping yudo on your lap.

“Thank you, for helping me.” you rub your cheek on him trying to show some affection. “I can’t kiss you so I’m resorting to this don’t think I’m weird.” You tried to defend. “You’re still weird.” He laid his head on top of yours. “Shut up.”

[eraserbread]

more husband nanami and wife reader + their daughter please queen🙏🏼😵‍💫 i fear i have gotten drunk off this juice and now i need more and you write this the best

your husband, nanami is a stickler for rules. not even your three-year-old is safe from his enforcement ✧

→ f!reader, fluff, sfw

"okay, do you understand? one hug and one kiss then you have to go to bed." you're staring into your daughters hazel eyes, trying to play stern, but really just tired after a long day of wrangling her. her face is all bloodshot and angry from the fit she pulled when you put her to bed.

it's why you're back in this princess room instead of cuddled close to your man, squatting to her level. she nods pitifully, sniffling and pulling from your grip. you're rubbing over her tiny, chubby hands, trying to calm her down like you always have.

"b-but hear dada... talkin'."

"hm?"

"don' wanna be -lone."

it takes you a second to evaluate the situation with a sane mind — yes, you can leave her alone and deal with crying and screaming all night. or, you don't have to listen to anything but his voice as he talks her to sleep in the middle of the two of you.

the worst part is? rin knows you're going to cave.

so does kento.

he sits in bed, phone in hand as he slowly types out a message. he's wearing sleep clothes — long shirt, long pants, peeking up when he hears the door open and smiling when he notices his little daughter balanced on your hip.

"no luck?"

you shake your head slowly, blinking like you just ran a marathon. it probably took you fifteen minutes to calm her down, ken could hear it through the walls.

"hi, dada!" she perks up immediately, little face lighting up just like his.

he has no backbone when it comes to his daughter right now, but who can blame him? she's so cute, his heart just melts every time she's around. it's hard to be the level-headed parent when you always give in, but alas, he knows his role here.

"hi, baby." kento holds his arms out when you place her on the bed, catching her as she runs into his frame. "hey, you have to sleep in your bed tomorrow."

"but mama sa-

"yes — she said you can sleep in here tonight, rin. you know the rules; one hug, one kiss."

"but i hear you."

"mom and dad aren't three years old, we can stay up longer than you. you have to follow rules — remember what I told you about rules?" he's quirking a dark brow, leaning into the stern parenting you so obviously failed at tonight.

rin shakes her head, staring into kento's eyes like she never stares into yours. it scares you just how much they're alike — she has his face, his eyes, his lips. her tone is soft just like his, she's way too smart like he is, and she loves you unconditionally just like he does.

it's why you're not complaining when you're slipping in bed next to them, throwing your head on the pillow to finally get the sleep you've been craving. kento makes sure she's comfortable under the covers between the two of you, leaning forward to kiss her head, then yours. you smile so gently you can hardly feel it.

that message on kento's phone goes unsent. he doesn't notice. he just lets himself turn off and even out with his arms wrapped around everything he truly cares about.

under the covers, your feet find each other. and over your daughters settling head, he mouths to you, "i love you."

[my-beloved-idol]

Can I request how the Huntrix and the Saja Boys would react to their gn s/o sleeping with a plushie please?

K-POP DEMON HUNTERS HEADCANONS ✦ YOU SLEEP WITH A PLUSHIE

includes: saja boys & huntrix.

note: first request! thank you very much.

✦ JINU

He blushes SO hard and gets super shy. And he doesn't even know why. He'd be stammering like, “O-Oh! Is that—did I—do you always…?”

Thinks it’s sweet and feels honored you’re comfortable enough to show him that side of you.

Next day he brings you another plushie, unsure if it’s too much, and hides it behind his back.

Eventually he starts sleeping with his own, saying it's just for “support” but you know the truth.

“I think... they get along,” he says, placing them beside each other carefully.

Would make a special tiny hat for yours.

✦ ABBY

He melts. He MELTS. You have no idea what you just did to him.

“Oh? So this is the real you, huh?” he says, brushing your hair back fondly.

You would sometimes find him just watching TV with the plushie on his bare chest for moral support?

"You can hold the plushie if you want, baby. But if it’s between him and me... Choose wisely.” (said in his hot whispery movie voice)

He ends up naming it and referring to it as your child.

✦ ROMANCE

He sees it, gasps a little, then immediately lays beside you and kisses your cheek.

“That is the most adorable thing I’ve ever seen. You’re just full of surprises.”

Secretly jealous of the plushie because he wants to be the thing you cling to.

Starts giving it tiny head pats every time he sees it, calling it “rival” with a dramatic sigh.

Cuddles you from behind, arm wrapped around your waist and the plush.

“Don’t worry. There’s room for all of us.”

✦ MYSTERY

Doesn’t say a word… just stares at you holding it like 🧍‍♂️

He thinks it’s ridiculously cute but doesn’t know how to express that in words.

Instead, he gently adjusts your blanket, kisses your forehead and whispers,

“Hold it tight. Sweet dreams.”

One night, you wake up to find his fingers tangled in yours and the plushie tucked between you both.

Pretends he doesn't know what you're talking about if you bring it up.

✦ BABY SAJA

First reaction: he laughs his ass off, no mercy.

“No way. You? A plushie? Nah, you’re messing with me— wait, you're serious?”

…And then he buys you five more. One looks like him. One is him (custom made, he's insane like that).

At night, he’ll tug it out of your arms just to make you whine for it.

“Tch. So dramatic. Fine, take it back. But you owe me one kiss per leg it has.”

And yes, sometimes he jealously pushes it away and replaces it with himself.

✦ ZOEY

Instant loud laugh. “NO WAY. THAT'S SO CUTE. I’M TELLING EVERYONE—no wait, no I’m not, I swear.”

Jumps on the bed and demands to know the plushie's name, origin story, and favorite food.

She loves it and finds it comforting too.

Will tease you relentlessly, but also gives it lil high fives and says “Good job keeping ‘em safe, lil dude.”

Makes you scoot over so she can join the cuddle pile.

“This bed fits three now: you, me, and the plush. Move over, snugglebug.”

✦ MIRA

Her eyes get all dreamy and sparkly. She absolutely loves seeing you soft and vulnerable like that.

“You look so peaceful… I kinda wanna be your plushie now.”

Pulls you into a gentle hug from behind, rests her chin on your shoulder, and sighs happily.

Starts braiding little ribbons or charms into the plush’s fur for luck.

Treats it with so much love and respect.

“If you ever can’t sleep, I’ll be your second plushie, okay?”

✦ RUMI

She lets out the tiniest gasp, heart absolutely melting.

“Wait... do you always sleep like this? That's so sweet…”

Sits beside you and lightly strokes your hair as you doze off.

Secretly wraps a tiny scarf around the plushie to keep it warm.

She adores it to death and will keep it safe when you’re away.

“It’s comforting, isn’t it? Something to hold. I’ll be here too anyway. Always.”

[formulafanfics13]

Hello!!! I freaking love your work!! 💞💞

I was wondering can you make a one shot with Max verstappen where he breaks up with Kelly because they aren’t working any more they never get pregnant. But then he meets reader and he falls in love with her and they start dating. Reader ends up pregnant and they have a baby girl. And one day he takes reader and their daughter to one of the races and she like 3 yrs old now. But they run into Kelly and Penelope. Penelope runs up to him and hugs him and baby girl does not like it and she runs up to her and try’s to push her away. Saying “my daddy my daddy!!!”

My Daddy - MV1

Masterlist

summary: after years with kelly, max finally admits it isn't working. the love's faded. the future never came — no kids, no spark, no soft ending. they part quietly. then he meets you. and for the first time in years, he feels. falls. builds a new kind of life. and when your daughter — his daughter — storms the paddock years later to claim her daddy like a tiny warrior queen, even kelly has to admit: max found what he was missing. warnings: breakup (max x kelly), mentions of infertility/no kids, pregnancy, birth, soft dad!max, reader is unnamed/undescribed, toddler jealousy, emotional vulnerability, soft smut implied, lots of domestic sweetness, happy ending

The house is too quiet. It has been for months.

Max knows it's over long before either of them says it. Before the final talk. Before the suitcase.

Kelly moves like a ghost through the Monaco apartment, tidy, present, perfectly poised. But never warm. Never laughing. Never there. They don't fight anymore. Don't fuck either. Haven't in months.

Penelope's always the buffer. The anchor. Not his biologically, but god, he tried to love her like his own. Still does. But it's not enough.

They don't talk about the things that matter. Don't dream. Don't plan. She stopped looking at baby names. He stopped asking her to come to races.

When he says it, "I think we both know this isn't working anymore", she doesn't argue. Just nods. Soft. Sad. And that's it. Years end in silence.

It takes a long time for him to let anyone in again. Until you.

You don't try to fix him. You just show up. Soft. Fierce. Real. He doesn't even realize how bad it was until you love him differently. Loudly. Quietly. Completely.

The first time he sees you asleep in his bed, drooling a little with your mouth open, hair a mess, he thinks: I'm going to marry her.

He never says it out loud. Doesn't need to. You kiss him like you already know. When you get pregnant, he cries. Actual, shaking sobs. Head in your neck, hand on your belly.

You think it's fear at first. But he just keeps whispering, "I didn't think I'd ever get this." "I thought it wasn't for me." "Thank you. Thank you. Thank you."

He builds the crib himself. Picks the wallpaper. Buys ten different versions of the same pacifier just to make sure.

She's born in the middle of the night. Loud lungs, full head of hair, stubborn as hell. He doesn't stop staring for hours. He holds her like she's made of stardust and miracle dust. She has his eyes.

You name her together. A quiet decision, whispered through tears and laughter. Something soft. Strong.

She sleeps on his chest every night that first month. Even when the season starts again, he brings her to races, wears her little face on a chain around his neck.

She says "dada" before "mama." You don't mind. She's his whole world.

Silverstone is chaos. Max hasn't brought you both to a race in months. But she's three now, sharp as hell, full sentences, opinions, questions, and she begged.

"Wanna see Daddy drive fast," she'd said, arms crossed like a tiny general. "And wear my green dress. And my red headphones. And my sunglasses. And my boots."

Max just laughed and said, "Yes ma'am."

So here you are. Monaco heat but England air. Red Bull hospitality. Sunglasses. Sunblock. Little boots clomping around like she owns the place.

She's glued to Max's side. Fist curled in his race suit. Mini water bottle in one hand, toy car in the other. Cameras eat it up. The grid goes feral. There's a hundred memes within the hour.

The caption: MAX'S MINI ME.

Everything is perfect. Until it isn't. You don't see her at first. Kelly. In the motorhome. Talking to someone near the Red Bull fridge. Penelope beside her. Taller now. Quiet. Older.

Your daughter doesn't recognize them. But Penelope sees Max. Runs. "MAXY!!"

She throws her arms around him before he can react. It's pure affection. Familiar.

But your daughter does not understand. She sees another girl touching her daddy. Her Max. And that's when she screams.

"NO!" she shouts, boots stomping, hair flying as she runs over. "MY DADDY! MYYY DADDYYYY!"

She full-body launches at Penelope. Not to hurt. Just to shove. Tiny fists against her arm.

Max pulls her back instantly. "Hey, hey, baby- it's okay."

But she's crying now. Red-faced. Snotty. Hysterical. You rush over, scoop her into your arms.

"She's not yours," your daughter wails. "He's my daddy! Go 'way!!"

Penelope is frozen. Startled. Kelly walks over, calm but tight-lipped.

"It's okay," Max says again, kneeling to your daughter's level. "P's just saying hi, love. You're my girl. You always will be."

She hiccups. Sniffles. Clings.

Kelly finally speaks. "You've got a fiery one."

You glance up. Smile small. "Wonder where she gets it from."

Max smiles too. "All her mum."

There's a beat of silence. Then Kelly nods. "She's beautiful." You mouth thank you. And then it's over.

Penelope waves goodbye. Kelly disappears into a PR tent. Max carries your daughter back toward the garage, her boots thudding against his thighs as she rests her cheek on his shoulder.

You fall into step beside him. "She really said mine, huh?" you murmur.

He chuckles. "She really did."

"She gets that from you."

"She gets everything from me." He grins. "Except the good stuff. That's all you."

Your daughter lifts her head sleepily. "No fighting. I get all the stuff." 

You and Max both laugh. And as he presses a kiss to your forehead, paddock chaos swirling around you, you know, without question, this is the family he was always meant to have.

[madamechrissy]

Mob Sukuna and Gojo's kids have a playdate!

This was in my inbox to show the kids from Pour it Up and Losing Control Now hehe, setting this about two years after the ending of Gojo's fic! Told from Pour it Up reader's perspective! - SFW/fluff/crack

"Touma, you can't just steal your sisters dolls and tie them up!?" You're looking with horrified eyes as Touma has taken your little girl's baby dolls, their wrists bound with stolen pony tails as he giggles.

"Nah, the kid's just showing his creativity," Sukuna lounges on the couch, your pretty little girl so tiny in his big ass arms. She's almost two now, and you're not sure she walks often purely because Sukuna carries her everywhere. She's holding her hand up, tugging on Sukuna's pale pink locks, he just smiles at her. "Tell her, Suki."

You cross your arms now, raising a brow as Suki giggles at you. "Mama, mama!"

"You two are both against me here, I see. We have Satoru's kid coming in just a minute, we can't corrupt their little girl! Put it up Touma."

"Mom, it'll teach them-"

"Up. Now." Touma sighs, and starts untying the dolls, Sukuna's smirking. "What's so funny?"

"You're pretty when you're all mad like that," you scoff, shaking your head when the doorbell rings. "I'll get it."

"Try not to scare them off, I want a playdate." Sukuna just grins deviously, just like your son does. He's absolutely taken after his stepfather, following him everywhere he goes. You take your daughter in your arms now, brushing back her hair softly. "Are you excited?"

"Mhmm!" You melt for her, with her pretty eyes wide and her little chubby cheeks, while the door opens, and you see Satoru, his wife and their daughter. "Mama! Friends here!"

"I know, here." You set her down and she runs over excitedly, you follow her and hug them all, pressing a kiss on their daughters hair, snow white like Satoru's. "Hello pretty girl!"

"Hi, hi!"

"Cute little Sakura," you look at Satoru and his girl then. "Oh she's gotten so tall already, my goodness!"

"I know, it goes too quickly," she is snug in Satoru's arms while his girl snatches up Suki. "Hi sweet girl, I missed you."

"Shit, haven't seen you in forever. Did you miss me, Kuna?" Sukuna glares, jaw setting while you girls giggle, Satoru holds his little girl up defensively. "You can't hit me, I have a child!"

"Now ya don't," he hands her off to her mother, and Satoru backs off, devious grin on his face. "Come here, I wanna show you how much I missed you, Satoru."

"No, no, I'm suddenly so busy..." Sukuna snorts in laughter, wrapping an arm around the lanky man, earning Gojo's relief. "Come get a drink with me, let them do the mom shit."

"The 'mom shit'?" You ask, Sukuna leans close to you, lips against your ear now.

"You look so hot angry, I think Suki and Touma need a sibling," you're a blushing mess, scowling at your devious husband now, seeing Satoru setting his little girl down to play with Suki and Touma now. "You like that idea, huh brat?"

"Shush!" You're burning up, he knows what that does to you.

"I'll show you around, come on!" Touma takes Sakura's hand, she giggles and babbles.

"Cute, cute!" Touma blushes then, Satoru glares.

"Sakura, you can never date, don't even!" Satoru's wife is giggling, he stands, tugging her to his side, holding her close while Sakura kisses Touma's cheek, he rubs it off. "You're encouraging this behavior, sweetheart?"

"I think she'll never have a chance with you," he smirks, and holds her close, she sighs and nuzzles his neck. "Gonna scare any future boyfriend away."

"Absolutely will," he kisses her cheek. "She needs a brother to protect her."

"Maybe she does-"

"Okay, get a room," Sukuna grumbles, snatching Satoru up by the arm then. "Let's go do manly shit."

"I wanna do manly shit-"

"Touma! Sukuna, see he's cussing!?" Sukuna and Satoru just burst into laughter, as you two girls scowl at your husbands.

"Good kid-"

"Sukuna, I swear you'll sleep on the couch."

"Bad kid! Listen to your mom." You smile, and Touma pouts all cute, before deciding to look at you abashedly.

"Sorry mama..."

"It's fine baby," you smack a kiss on his cheek, then take Satoru's girl's hand as your husbands go off to have a drink. "How are you, lovely?"

"I'm doing so good, I missed being here," she's been gone for months, Satoru's on a whole travel kick lately. "The men are having drinks, huh?"

"They are, but I have mimosas ready."

"Ooh! I'll take one." They're mostly orange juice, but as the four of you sit around and nibble on brunch, it feels perfect.

Until...

"Bang bang! That's how you shoot-"

"Sukuna." Your husband stops his proud smile immediately at your death glare, clearing his throat then.

"I'll handle it." He rushes off, but you hear him murmur - 'hah, good job kid' as Satoru's maniacally laughing, and you and his girl wonder just what you've gotten into with these men.

Unserious nonsense aha, I hope you all enjoyyy

[chuhees]

𝗘𝗡𝗢𝗨𝗚𝗛 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗬𝗢𝗨୨୧

𝗕ℰ𝗠𝗨𝗦𝗘 prof! jake x fem! reader 爱. smut 18+ nsfw, praise kink, unprotected sex 𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐑𝑖𝐎

爱 : was a bit lazy to do my other layout so this is from my other account. lowkey wanna turn professor jake into a collection so send requests on diff scenerios.

A CONTINUATION OF PROFESSOR JAKE

𝙁𝙄𝘾 𝘽𝙀𝙇𝙊𝙒 𝘾𝙐𝙏 (18+) 𝙈𝙄𝙉𝙊𝙍𝙎 𝘿𝙉𝙄

you were confused, heart broken, and ready to cry. you weren’t sure what had upset you so much. the fact that professor sim was on a date with another female, or that you were thrown to the corner after he found someone better.

both thoughts stung worst than anything.

jake never gave you a label, just late night meet ups, incredible orgasms, obscure messages, his mouth on your most sensitive places. now he’s with someone else? taking her to a fancy restaurant and probably back to his place when the night is over.

your heart raced in your t-shirt, jake’s t-shirt. you pulled the covers over your body and tried to sleep, sleep off the aching feeling in your heart. he told you it’s just you and him, so why were you having such a difficult time believing it?

when you closed your eyes, trying not to think of it too much—a knock at your apartment door wakes you up, followed by a text from jake.

professor sim: open the door now.

you don’t waste a second, you jump out of bed and pace towards the door. you open the door, seeing jake standing there. his black button down showed a good portion of his chest, his dark dress pants hugging his bulge too perfectly.

“don’t ever say shit like that. you hear me?” jake breaths.

“like what?” your fingers shake gently against your door.

jake grabs your jaw, titling your face up to his view. “like how you’re not enough.”

your back hits the door, jake’s hands slide up your shirt—feeling every inch of your bare skin beneath. his voice drops low, sending shivers down your spine.

“i left her at the fucking restaurant. didn’t bother to go inside. got a speeding ticket on the way here—just to get to you.”

your lips part, words long forgotten. “y-you did?”

“now i’m gonna fuck you so deep, you forget anyone that isn’t me.” jake growls low.

jake drops to his knees, bunching your shirt around your waist. his eyes flicker upwards—dark, filled with obsession.

“no panties?” he whispers against your skin. “good fucking girl.”

jake’s mouth hits your folds, his warm tongue against your achy clit. he moans against your cunt—the taste of you is enough to make him cum in his pants. “fuck.” jake groans, one arm wrapped around your thigh to hold you in place.

“you’re dripping sweetheart. was this for me? or were you thinking about someone else.”

you don’t answer. you’re too busy grabbing his hair, pushing his face against your pussy—whimpering for more.

“you don’t need to think baby.” he murmurs against your clit. “just cum like you fucking mean it.” your legs shake, your head throws back against the door. you moan his name as you reach your climax, desperately.

jake stands up, his lips shiny. without saying anything, he picks you up—wrapping your legs around his waist and carrying you to your bedroom.

“you thought you weren’t enough.” he tosses you onto the bed, starting to unbutton his shirt—tossing it aside carelessly. “you drive me insane. you ruin me.”

jake kisses you deeply, his hands fumbling with the buckle of his belt. his hands go barely above his knees, he’s desperate to be inside of you. jake lines himself up with your entrance, pushing inside without any notice.

“no teasing tonight.” he growls against your neck. “no slow. no gentle.”

you nod. “i can take it.”

“i know you can sweetheart.”

jake growns low against your throat, savoring the moment of being buried within your tight cunt. “you’re so fucking tight” he moans. “made for me, only me.”

jake starts to move within you, setting a punishing pace. his thrusts are deep, leaving you crying for more. his hands grip your waist, scared you’ll slip away.

“you think anyone can make you feel like this?” jake pants, voice breaking within every thrust. “you think any of those boys in class could fuck you like this?”

“no.” you cry out—in both pain and pleasure. “only you.. only you.”

“say it again.” jake licks your jaw.

“only you jake–”

jake leans in close, his lips nearly touching yours. “that’s my girl.”

your legs wrap around his waist, causing the angle to change. suddenly, jake’s hitting that sweet spot within you—leaving you crying, whimpering for more.

“cum for me baby.” jake coos, lips on your neck once more.

your body arches, your vision goes blurry. jake curses, slamming himself one more time in you before collapsing against your chest. his cum spilt all inside your hole—leaking ever so slightly from your folds.

you feel his lips press against your collarbone, leaving gentle kisses. “i didn’t want her.” jake murmurs. “i’ve never wanted anyone else.”

you turn your head, your eyes going soft.

“i want you.” jake says, his voice raw and low. “i’ll keep proving it if i have to. every damn time.”

the next morning you’re in class, legs crossed too tightly, tapping your pen against your note book carelessly. you can barely focus, especially from the night you had. now you had to come back to school and act normal? as if your professor wasn’t balls deep in your pussy?

jake walks in, his sleeves rolled up, hair a bit messy, shirt button undone—leaving a view fit for your imagination. a smirk on his face as he sees you squirming under your desk, he walks up—whilst your classmates continue to communicate with each other.

“something wrong?” jake asks, casually kneeled down beside your desk. “you look distracted.”

your eyes snap, you internally snap.

“i can still see my marks on your thigh. sit still baby before everyone sees.” he teases, knowing after this lecture—you’d be bent over his desk, moaning for more.