ihartyoongi

[ihartyoongi]

omg HII UR BACK and posting a new chapter right after my bday 😳 i hope ur doing well!!!!!!

HIII yes i am back i just been feeling unmotivated but im currently working on the next chapter heheh happy bday !!! i hope ur doing well too :>

[ihartyoongi]

omg im so sorry ik its been 6 months since i updated FORGIVE ME

[ihartyoongi]

BUCKET LIST ☆ 16

You look down at your bucket list, only a few items being ticked off. You nod in satisfaction and grabbing your tote bag off the ground. You are currently waiting for Saiki at his locker. Nothing else has changed for the past two weeks besides that. Although, forget your condition for a minute! Saiki has been visibly jealous, well .. maybe that’s too intense of an word. He seems irritable when you hang out with Toritsuka at school. His eyes roll, his shoulders slump, and his expression just screams annoyed when you leave him to pass time with Toritsuka. Now, Saiki is not one to show his emotions too much but this was an exception. Honestly, you did not really like Toritsuka in a romantic manner at all. Shocker!

You remember a horrifying moment when you were resting your head at the kitchen table and thinking, “If Toritsuka was Saiki, I’d be willing to make it work”. A screech came out of your mouth as soon as you said that. What about Saiki? You don’t like him at all, of course. Well, his eyes are a lovely color and the way he rarely has expressions is cute and all … NO.

You attempt to direct your thoughts somewhere, looking down at the uncrossed activities on your list. Hm? dye hair?

You really doubt Saiki would agree to dying his hair, even a strand of it a differerent color than his original. It was worth a try!

Saiki finally pops up behind you, the side of his fist hitting you upside the head. You jump from the sudden touch, looking bacj and smiling instantly.

“Kusuo” You say, lingering behind him as he grabs his shoes from the locker.

“Yes Y/n, what is it?” He asks with a bored tone, as if he knew what you were going to tell him.

“So like, wouldn’t it be so cool if like-”

Saiki turns around and shakes his head. “I seen your list before, I know what’s coming up and its a hard no from me”. You frown, crossing your arms and leaning against the locker beside him.

“Seriously? This has to be least craziest thing on my list” You know you’re telling the truth because you have a ‘lets get piercings!’ to check off. Saiki ponders for a bit before stating the obvious.

“Five coffee jellies and we can do whatever color, but just a strand”.

You stand there in defeat, “Five?!? You’re absurd”. However, you realize this might your only chance.

“Tomorrow after school? I got all the supplies” You bite your lip in anticipation, annnnd.

Saiki nods!

You feel like you just scored a five point goal, or whatever, you don’t know how sports work. You jump and down, not caring that Saiki is trying to calm you down because you’re bring way too much attention to the both of you.

“Bring those chips I like” He whispers, a smile tugging at his lips but he won’t let it show. “The double extra hot ones?” You ask, leaning in closer to hear him. Saiki places his pointer fingertip againsy your forehead and pushes you away.

“Too close” He says, walking past you. You spin around and pace quickly to catch up to him. Oh how much fun its gonna be to ruin his hair!

☆

Saiki lets you in his house, reassuring you that his parents are both out for dinner. You hold up a bag of the coffee jelly he requested, and another bag of the supplies. He’s visibly annoyed but you know deep down he’s excited. Maybe? You make yourself home as you’ve been here atleast.. seven times? You know his house layout because one time you insisted you guys should play hide and seek. Childish? Yes but it was fun seeing Saiki struggle to find you in his washing machine.

“Kusuo, you sure you’re not gonna run away from this?” You ask, setting up the supplies in the bathroom.

Saiki shakes his head, “No I don’t think so, but if you fuck it up, you’ll need to give me five more coffee jellies”. Your shoulders slump in sadness. “I won’t! I’ll just follow the instructions! It can’t be that hard.”

Saiki sighs, sitting in the chair you provided. He leans against the chair ad he watches you rip open packages and spill substances into a bowl.

“Seriously L/n, are you even reading the instructions?” He complains, horrified that the bleach is gonna break his hair. You mix the sticky substances together, and add a little bit more of that blue dye.

“I got it!”.

You’re applying the hair dye and you feel a pair of eyes locked on you. You shift your eyes down and see Saiki staring at you.. with the softest expression. He looks content? You move your hands away and stare at him back, silence filling the room. Saiki slowly raises his hand, his fingers brushing the hair away froim your visioin. You swear you felt your heart flip. But why would it flip? This is Saiki we’re talking about, your best friend?

“You know you got a bit of gold in your eyes?” Saiki murmurs, his fingers now tangled in your hair. You hiccup, mostly out of embarrassment and shyness. Saiki seems to notice this as he quickly takes his hand back.

“No I-I never knew” You stutter and immediately wanna go hide in the dark corners. Saiki nods, crossing his arms and avoiding eye contact with you. You cough, picking up the gooey hair dye and proceeding to add a streak of blue in Saiki’s hair. Both of you refuse to say a word. Saiki would be a liar if he said he didn’t felt his heart flip too when you locked eyes with him. Will he ever admit it to himself? I don’t think so. He still thinks he is not capable of developing romantic feelings for someone.

After what seems eternity, you tell Saiki to wash out the dye and you’ll be right back. You walk briskly over to the living room and breathe out heavily. You were still surprised about what happened. Saiki acted completely different back there, and it’s making you lose your mind.

“Oh for fucks sake, what was that?” You pace back and forth, a fist to your mouth as you still process what occured, “I swear if he’s playing with my feelings.. I mean what feelings??!”. You flop down on the couch, staring up at the ceiling. He has been acting weird, ever since you been hanging out with Toritsuka. Maybe he’s just jealous, as a friend that you are spending your time with someone else. There’s no other reason to it, you think. You go back to the bathroom to check on Saiki. He faces you, a small smile playing on his face. The blue streak on his hair looks vibrant.

“I think I like it, nice job” Saiki compliments, returning to his nonchalant state. You grin, jumping and down towards Saiki.

“I know right? It looks so good, my turn!!” You sit down and place the bowl in Saiki’s hands. There’s still enough hair goo to go around.

Saiki sloppily applies it to multiple strands of your hair, practically giving you highlights. After a few minutes if comfortable silence, Saiki breaks it with a harsh statement.

“I don’t think Toritsuka deserves you” Saiki bluntly says, wrapping foil around the dyed hair pieces.

”And why is that?” You frown, looking up at him with sad eyes. It’s not like you like Toritsuka, you’re just bored.

”Anyone else can treat you better” Saiki explains, suspiciously avoiding eye contact now.

”And who can that anyone possibly be” You roll your eyes, not a simple person coming to your mind.

“Me, for example” Saiki mumbles, he mentally facepalms himself as soon as he says that.

What do I mean by that? I can treat y/n better? What the hell am I saying?

You pause, flabbergasted by what Saiki said. You nervously back up, feeling your cheeks heat up. Saiki seems to be surprised by his sudden words. He's leaning against the bathroom counter, his hands in fists. Saiki is not sure why he said that. He’s so sure he meant it in a platonic manner but a small part of him knows that might not be the case.

“I mean” He sighs deeply, trying to collect the right words to say.

“You meant that as a friend” You finish his sentence, urgently trying to make this awkward tension disappear. Saiki’s eyebrows furrow.

Right, just as a friend.

“Exactly, nothing else” He replies, his knuckles now white from balling his fists.

You smile, nudging him playfully. “Silly Saiki, you are the bestest friend”. Saiki nods, looking away to think to himself. Why does he feel off whenever you call him a friend? And there had to be an explanation as to why he feels a bang of jealousy when you’re with Toritsuka.

He looks back at you, watching you text away on your phone. You slightly giggle, your hand covering your mouth. Saiki suddenly feels a warm feeling in his chest.

That damn feeling again, dammit what is this.

Saiki continues watching you, a small smile tugging at his lips as you keep trying to hide your laugh.

Whatever this might be, I think I’m too fond of Y/n now ..

He had to figure his feelings out, all this is suspiciously signaling that his feelings are more than platonic. But how could this be? You’re his friend and he’s yours.

Saiki repeats the same sentence in his head that he has been for the past few weeks.

Y/n is a friend, y/n is a friend.

Or are you more?

[ihartyoongi]

hey guyz i know i been on a hiatus but things arent looking so good for me but im working on a chapter rn so bare with me lol uhm yeah thank you if ur still with me

[ihartyoongi]

LIQUID SWEETENER

jake takes care of his sick girlfriend, but with an unexpected twist.

PAIRING jake x f!reader

CONTENT smut. mdni. established relationship, reader has a fever, she's very annoying tbh but it's bc she's ME! it's okay tho bc jake is equally as bad. spitting medicine in someone's mouth... is this sanitary? absolutely not but i also can't bring myself to care

WORD COUNT 3.8k

a.n happiest birthday to my love !!!! nia era where she doesn't let everything she writes rot in her google docs bc she's not happy enough with it??? gasp. maybe. thank you to my lovely @ak4e7a for being so patient with me and reading what i write before anyone else so i don't look stupid i love you mama

WARNINGS fingering, spit, biting, implied oral f!rec, cum eating

Jake’s pout got somehow more pronounced than what it already was when you, once again, refused to just take your medicine. He’d been trying to get you to swallow at least a tiny dose of the sweet fever syrup for the best part of an hour, after every attempt to get you to down any kind of pill resulted in you just hiding them somewhere underneath your cozy pajamas, against your burning skin. He even made sure to pick out a syrup that wouldn’t taste straight up radioactive, knowing you well enough to predict you’d make a big fuss about the nasty taste. Yeah, he could picture it right then in his head, how you’d gag dramatically at the smell and just beg him to go get the tablets again.

For how much you hated being sick, you seemed to dislike the idea of getting better quickly even more.

“You would feel so much better if you just took your medicine,” he sighed, resting the cap filled to the brim with sticky honey flavored syrup on the crowded comforter, careful not to leave it too close to the edge.

“Not even that sick,” you huffed back, trying to wiggle yourself out of the cocoon of blankets Jake wrapped you in as soon as you fell asleep.

“Yeah?” Jake looked at you with an arched brow, before pointing his head to the little mountain of discarded, snot filled tissues overtaking your comforter, the ones he was in the middle of throwing away. “This right here is breeding ground for bioterrorism allegations.”

He stopped you from getting out of bed, securing the warm fuzzy covers around you again. “No need to leave, just tell me what you need and I’ll get it for you,” he whispered against your lashes, placing a soft kiss to your closed eyelid.

“Just wan’ you.”

“But you have me baby, I’m right here, yeah?” he snickered, plump lips thinning into that gorgeous wide smile of his.

He knew damn well what you meant, a frustrated grumble spilling out of you at the thought. Cheeky bastard, of course he wanted you to say it out loud. The quiet part.

“Want…more,” you cranked one of your eyes open, struggling when a droplet from the wet towel on your forehead Jake promptly changed every fifteen minutes slipped in it. You blinked a few times, adjusting to the light in the room before looking over to Jake, his grin still wide and brightening up his whole face, his head turned to the side as he observed you lovingly, a strand of hair longer than the rest tickling the side of his nose.

If Jake had to be completely honest with himself, he wasn’t particularly sad at you being a little sick.

Sure, it sounded mean to say out loud. But you were not doing so badly or in any kind of pain that would worry him, and he enjoyed doting on you like this, with you having no choice but to just take his love. Can’t blame a man for wanting to take care of his girl, especially when said girl had a streak of refusing to just lay back and let him do the work.

You were always hiding your pain and vulnerability from everyone around you, so he enjoyed knowing he was helping make it at least a little better for once.

You—however—wouldn’t exactly agree that he was making you feel better, definitely not by walking around with damp hair from the shower and intoxicating the air around you with the lingering salty marine and musky notes of the cologne he always sprayed on his fresh change of clothes. A smell you usually related to comfort and home, making your head spin in the best way possible, a whirlwind of anything but pure thoughts crowding your mind.

Jake took notice of the subtle shift in the air around you right away. You had been–subtly at first—laying down little hints for him to pick up, you craved him. Had been craving him for what felt like forever, ever since you got sick. A nagging hunger that just grew further with every hour he silently ignored it. Usually you would busy yourself with random tasks, keeping your thoughts clear of images of his hands, or his plush lips and how he always absentmindedly licked away at them or how—you get the idea. But being sick didn’t help, being physically weak and needing rest didn’t stop your mind from running wild. Made it worse, actually, since you had nothing to do but lay in your bed all day. If only he’d slide right next to you under your covers and—

“I know what you’re thinking,” Jake interrupted your thoughts, a hint of amusement shining through his smooth tone. You looked up to him hopefully, breath caught in your chest fearing the next few words he was about to say. “And you’re still too sick.”

Really not being dramatic, but you thought you felt a boulder crush you right on your chest. You groaned, turning to the other side so you could sulk properly without having to look at Jake’s stupidly handsome face. A face you would love to ride as soon as possible.

“No like, you actually hate me,” your voice was muffled by the pillow you were squishing your face against.

“What are you even doing.”

“Trying to suffocate myself since my man hates me,” you explained, grabbing the sides of the pillow and pushing them to cover your ears, making Jake erupt in a fit of boyish giggles.

“No I don’t, just want you to feel better first,” he barely whispered, the loving tone making your body feel light.

You suddenly pushed yourself up with your arms to look at him, nest of hair a mess from the speed of your movement, “I would feel sooo much better with your fingers deep inside me right now.”

He looked at you for a moment, really looked at you, assessing what to do in this situation. He too missed your touch, far more than what he was letting on. Even just sleeping next to you—a pillow fortress separating you two by your request—had turned out to be too much for him on multiple occasions, finding himself silently sneaking out of bed to go and take care of his sudden little problems in the bathroom.

As if sensing his resolve wavering, you added, “don’t I deserve a little reward?”

“A reward… for what?” Jake was thoroughly amused by your desperation. You rarely ever got like this, and he was enjoying every second of it, maybe even pushing it a little farther than what he usually would, ending up punishing himself a little along the way too. But he didn’t care, not when he didn’t know when the next time he’d get to this would be.

“Well of course! For having fought this fever tooth and nail and having come out of it alive.”

“You still have a fever though,” he deadpanned. “Could kick your ass right down at any given moment.”

“That.” you glared at him with all the fake anger you could muster up. “Is such a mean thing to even suggest.”

“Don’t you care about me getting sick? Made a scene all week and now you’re okay with me touching you?”

“First of all—I only made you keep the pillows between us the first two days. And like I told you, I feel better, so if—” the words died in your throat as you felt the bed dip underneath the weight of Jake’s knee. You looked up to him as he slowly got inside the covers, right next to you. His presence felt different, the soft look in his eyes overtaken by something more primal, and you couldn't help but feel like prey under his watchful gaze. It felt intimidating in a way you weren’t used to. It made you squeeze your legs together in search of any friction, your already feverish skin somehow feeling even hotter.

“Maybe you’re right,” Jake whispered against your cheek, his nose rubbing for a moment on your skin as he snuck an arm underneath your body, pulling you flush to his side. Even just that single touch sends an electrifying shiver down your spine. “Since you’re fully capable of talking my ear off…”

You reached for his hand wrapped comfortably around your waist and guided it down to cup your heat through your thin shorts, your own hand resting on top of his as you ground your pussy against it.

You took notice of how his breath hitched in his throat, his carefully crafted mask of calmness slipping as you used his hand, the illusion wearing off even more when he tried to hide it with a gulp, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down. You knew he wanted it just as bad as you did, you were just willing to beg for it as long as it got you what you wanted. “I’ll—” you audibly gasped when he flexed his fingers just that tiny little bit you needed to be able to feel them press against your fluttering hole. “I’ll do anything, just please make me cum.”

“Anything?” he teased you, voice light and airy as he moved the fabric of the shorts out of his way. A deep chuckle tickled your neck, Jake’s mouth having dipped down do leave open mouthed kisses on the sensitive skin.

“Anything, just… please,” you whined, flexing your neck to allow him more space, his tongue dipping to lick a stripe down to the juncture of your neck.

If you hadn't been so deprived of Jake’s touch up until then, you would have found the way you were grinding up against his hand and moaning in his ear almost embarrassing. But you were desperate, so you couldn't bring yourself to care about how pathetic you probably looked.

Jake though, oh he enjoyed it thoroughly. His cock was stiff in his sweats, almost painfully so, from feeling how wet you were through your shorts. Dripping already and he had barely touched you. You were just so fucking hot.

“You’ll take your medicine then?” He moved his hand from your mound to grip your thigh, ignoring your weak one clawing at his arm in an attempt to get the little taste of pleasure he was giving you back. He kissed his teeth, his eyebrows furrowed in faux disapproval. “Use your words. What will you do?”

“Take my medicine,” you whimpered, looking into your boyfriend's eyes despite the tears aligning your waterline, and finding amusement swimming through his gaze. Little cheeky shit. Not that you were about to complain or anything.

“Theeeere we go,” Jake sang in your ear, placing a soft kiss behind it before dipping down once again and resuming his sweet torture. “You can be good once in a while.”

You nodded, lips thinning to keep quiet as if any wrong sound would make him change his mind and leave you hanging. The hand that was drawing circles on your thigh came up to hold your chin, carefully tilting it away from Jake’s mouth as he sucked on a particularly sensitive spot on your skin. He smoothed over your lips with his thumb, coaxing them to part once again.

“Let me hear how good you feel, baby,” he mumbled, mouth still latched on your neck, before taking a strong whiff off your neck. Had you not been so distracted by the wetness seeping out of your clenching hole onto your panties, you would've noticed how his eyes rolled all the way back in his skull at your smell.

His free hand finally slid under your shorts, a gasp leaving you because of how cold he felt. Jake was always warmer than you, but your fever made it so his touch felt icy against your skin. Your back arched slightly when one of his digits parted your sopping folds, your sensitivity heightened by the unusual difference of temperature.

“Poor little thing, she’s got a fever too,” he giggled into your neck, another digit joining in as he slowly dragged them from your clit to your hole to coat them in your juices. “But it’s okay, I’ll help her feel better.”

Usually you would’ve groaned at his stupid little jokes and pushed his face away. But this time, blame his voice being deeper and hoarser than normal or blame your fever, it got you clenching around nothing, cunt feeling emptier than ever while he took his sweet time playing with you.

Your head dug deeper into the pillow, hips lifting from the bed to follow Jake’s torturous movements, desperate to feel something more.

“So needy…” he breathed into your neck, going back to placing sloppy open mouthed kisses wherever he could reach.

A yelp left your mouth, eyes you didn't even notice you had closed shooting open when Jake bit down on the junction of your neck and shoulder, just enough to rip you out of the trance you were quickly falling into. He smoothed over the little bite mark with this tongue, a tingly sensation overtaking the pain in a matter of seconds, pleasure overriding anything else.

Jake finally prodded two of his digits into your hole, testing the waters, still careful not to push you too hard so soon. But your reaction was instantaneous, pussy hole fluttering against his fingertips right away, he just had to bite down on his bottom lip to keep most of his noises in. “God… I fucking love it when you act like a little slut.”

Jake was so fucking turned on, he could barely think about anything but your pussy. The only thought in his mind was get her off, make her feel good, get a taste of her sweet cunt, sweet pretty and oh so delicious cunt… like a broken record. He felt like he was born for this and this only, as if his mission in life was just that of pleasing you. And to think he had deprived himself of such bliss for even a few days… Something in you seemed different to him, almost animalistic, the way you rutted your hips against his hand as soon as he started scissoring his fingers inside you, the way you weren't even trying to hold in your moans like you usually would, mouth hanging open with a string of drool attached to your lips. And this was just from his fingers.

You yourself weren't doing any better, your brain basically turned to mush as you helped Jake get you off by essentially riding his fingers, despite how weak you felt from the fever. His fingers were so long, hitting all the right spots you knew you could never be able to reach by yourself, and his thick knuckles dragged against your walls so deliciously.

“S-so good,” you gasped when he turned his fingers just the right way, hitting the spot he knew had you coming undone in just a few strokes.

The room was filled with the slapping sounds of his palm against your drenched cunt, more and more slick dripping down your thighs and onto the bed with every flick of his wrist, making it all that much more obscene and filthy. You could feel the familiar pressure building up in your tummy, and suddenly the overwhelming need to just grab onto something crashed on you, heavy and almost painful. You clawed at his shirt, eyebrows furrowed in deep pleasure, unaware of the fact that Jake was not facing you anymore.

He looked over his shoulder to the comforter, the cap filled with syrup still there amidst the mess. He twisted his body to grab it, careful not to slow down the relentless pace he was fingerfucking your cunt at. A few drops of the liquid spilled onto his shirt as he took a sip of it, a grimace overtaking his features as he tried his best to hold it in his mouth. You were still a moaning mess by his side, tiny brain turned to putty so much so you didn't even register anything else happening around you, so hyper focused on the pleasure your boyfriend was providing you.

“J-jake, I’m so close.”

Perfect timing.

Jake grabbed your jaw to turn your head towards his, applying the pressure he always did to signal it was time to part your pretty lips and take his spit, like the good well behaved girl he knew you to be. And you did just that; immediately following his movements like he had trained you to, tongue sticking out too for good measure. He bent down slightly to aim better. But this time, instead of the slightly bitter taste of his saliva you expected, he let small amounts of medicine fall on your tongue.

You uselessly tried to back away from him, but he held you in place, fingers still working inside your cunt. Nor did he allow you to close your mouth despite your surprised gasp. His hand held your jaw open, grasp getting firmer everytime you tried to break free of it. After all, you made a promise, and he was going to make sure you fulfilled it.

“You weren't going to take it, huh?” Jake mouthed against your lips once he had made sure you swallowed every last drop of the thick honeyed syrup, holding eye contact with you through it all, fingers never once slowing down their pace. “Little dumb pet thinks she can outsmart me.”

He smashed his mouth on yours, not so much a kiss as a silencing of any complaint you were about to spit it at him. Those turned to even more whines when he finally brought his thumb to your clit, drawing harsh circles on it as he fucked you to your orgasm. It was almost instantaneous, but you just couldn't have helped it even if you tried; you were so close already, his stiff cock rubbing against your thigh and his pants hot in your mouth but his thumb so cold against your neglected clit

“That’s it baby, so good for me yeah.” Jake’s fingers gradually slowed down inside you, making sure you got every last bit of pleasure you could possibly experience from this high. He too was relishing in how your cunt pulsed against his digits, making it harder to move them inside you. Oh he wished it were his cock being constricted like that instead. But that could wait.

You finally felt like you could breathe again, chest heaving to catch in as much air as you could, forehead all sweaty from the exertion.

The sheets were drenched around you, and you couldn't even pinpoint when it had happened, but you could immediately tell you weren't the only one who had made a mess. Your gaze wandered to Jake’s pants, a very evident stain on his crotch catching your attention. And fuck, if you weren't ready to do it all over again.

Jake looked absolutely divine; hair disheveled and soaked from the sweat, boxers and sweatpants full of cum. A waste truly.

You snuck your hand in his pants, ignoring the loud hiss from overstimulation Jake let out when you wrapped your hand around his cock and pumped a few times, your thumb swiping on his exposed head to collect some of the cum covering it.

Jake watched you, mouth ajar and cock stiffening again right away, as you licked your fingers clean. He slid his own fingers out of your cunt, lapping at them like a man starved, hoping to work you up as much as you just did to him. His heart raced in his chest as you kept looking at him, a little smile playing on your lips.

“That was so…” you spoke up, giggling when Jake interrupted you by throwing himself over your figure, capturing your lips in an actual kiss this time. A very messy, very wet kiss. Allowing you to savor your own taste mixed with his and sweetened by the medicine.

“I think the word you’re looking for is hot.”

“Dramatic,” you interjected. “So, so dramatic.”

Jake curled an eyebrow at you. “You were the one acting like it’d kill you to swallow some syrup. And actually, let’s not forget–” He placed a quick kiss on your nose before pushing you against the mattress further, his entire weight on you. “Ohhh no Jake! Please my Jakey! If I don’t get your cock right now I will DIE!”

“Well I still hav–”

“And won’t.” he deadpanned, sensing where you were trying to stir the conversation. “But I’ve got a few ideas.”

You smiled to yourself, feeling featherlight kisses making their way down your body, with his messy hair tickling your skin every so often. He placed a soft kiss on your mound, whining dramatically when you grabbed a few strands of his hair to stop him. He rested his head on your thigh, puppy-like eyes looking up at you, almost pleading for permission to continue what he started.

“I really don’t want you to get sick,” you said, voice coming out in a whisper full of care, your fingertips playing with his hair and enjoying the way he nuzzled his head further against your skin.

“Well if I were to get sick by touching you… I’d say the deal is sealed by now, no?” He placed another kiss on your thigh, teeth slightly grazing the plush skin when you took too long to contemplate whether to give in or not. “Actually, I think some of this syrup would heal me right now.”

“Jake. I’m being serious.”

“What could I possibly even catch from eating you out that I haven't already by exchanging spit with you? Best pussy in the world disease?” He laughed at his own joke, gaining a roll of the eyes from you. “Let me tell you, the chances of that happening are close to zero anyway. I don’t have a pussy but I am the proud owner of a very fat co–”

“You are downright insufferable.”

“Okay so shut me up with a mouthful of this pu–”

The rest of the sentence was muffled against your mound as you pushed his head down, deciding you heard enough for the day. And the week.

“Okay, okay. Go on,” you giggled as you laid back once again, a deep sigh following as soon as his expert tongue made contact with your cunt.

[ihartyoongi]

SECRET RECIPE TO YOUR LOVE 𓂃 심재윤

✷ in which jake receives a list from your friends with all your favorite things and uses them in an attempt to get you to fall in love with him.

downbad jake︲fem reader ︲fluff, comedy, chef! reader︲petname (once), small fluffy kiss at the end︲1700 / more

─── ♡

jake was so desperately in love the day he saw you at the campus restaurant working there as a part time job. he didn’t even like the food there, yet he came back every single day just to see you.

he was too nervous to speak to you, and it wasn’t until your best friend chaewon noticed how puppy eyed he looked, staring at you almost every single shift.

that’s when he struck gold with chaewon offering a deal of a lifetime. the secret recipes and ingredients to your love.

“time to pay up, i basically gave you a ‘how to’ make her fall in love with you” chaewon tutted with her hand extended out towards jake.

jake was willing to pay any price, and pulled out his wallet non hesitantly pulling out cash to hand to your friend.

he was more than excited to utilize the list.

“she’s worth it,” jake mumbled, watching as chaewon counted the money with a smirk.

“oh, i know. that’s why i made this list so thorough,” she teased, waving the folded piece of paper in front of him. “don’t mess this up.”

jake took the list, his heart racing just at the thought of finally making you see him as more than a friend. he knew every tip and trick chaewon listed out would be essential.

he unfolded it slowly, scanning the first line.

unbeknownst to him, chaewon had just set him up for failure, but he was a desperate desperate man willing to trust any source close to you.

─── ♡

INGREDIENT 1 : BUY HER DAHLIAS

the next day, jake showed up outside your lecture hall, a small bouquet of dahlias wrapped in soft tissue paper in his hands. he’d looked them up after reading the list, finding out that dahlias were your favorite.

your eyes widened when you saw him. “jake, what’s this?”

“for you,” he said, smiling, his cheeks flushed pink. “just thought…you deserve something nice.”

you accepted the flowers, feeling the warmth in your chest rise as you glanced down at them. you loved dahlias; they were beautiful and rare to find around campus. it was thoughtful, sweet, the kind of gesture you never thought jake would make.

“thank you,” you murmured, a bit of nervousness creeping into your smile. you didn’t have the heart to tell him that you were mildly allergic. your nose was already starting to tingle, but you held them close anyway, wanting to appreciate the gesture fully.

“you like them?” jake asked, looking relieved and proud, as if he’d just won a small victory.

you nodded, sneezing softly into your elbow and giving him a thumbs-up to reassure him. “they’re really beautiful, jake. honestly.”

“good,” he replied, his grin widening, clearly pleased with himself. he didn’t seem to notice your eyes starting to water, or maybe he did and thought it was out of happiness.

you walked together, and he stayed close, chatting happily as if he’d broken a small barrier between you two.

as soon as he left, you quickly ducked into the restroom, letting out a sigh of relief as you carefully set the dahlias down by the sink, sniffling and laughing at the same time.

even if he’d gotten it a little wrong, the thought behind it made your heart flutter.

jake returned to his dorm room feeling victorious, his heart pounding as he recalled the thoughts earlier in the day.

─── ♡

INGREDIENT 2 : BUY HER GRAPE AND CHERRY CANDY

the next week, between classes (that he had memorized), jake found you by the lockers, his face lighting up as he pulled a small, crinkling bag from his pocket. “hey, i heard these are your favorite,” he said, holding up a pack of cherry and grape candies with a proud grin.

you blinked, momentarily confused. cherry and grape? the artificial flavors you always avoided? still, the excitement on his face was enough to make you tuck away your true feelings.

“oh… wow, jake,” you said, trying to match his enthusiasm, a slight unsure smile tugging at your lips. “thank you. you really didn’t have to.” your favorite?

“of course i did,” he said, beaming, clearly satisfied with himself. “just a little something to brighten your day.”

you took the bag from him, glancing down at the bright red and purple candies inside. you figured he must have heard wrong, but his effort—misguided as it was—still made your heart skip a beat. it was such a tiny thing, yet you couldn’t help but find it oddly endearing.

“you’re really sweet, you know that?” you said, hoping to focus on his effort rather than the actual candy.

“anything for you,” jake replied, his cheeks coloring slightly as he rubbed the back of his neck.

“i’ll, uh, save these for later,” you told him, tucking the candies into your bag. there was no way you’d eat them, but maybe you’d find a friend who would.

jake’s face brightened even more. “awesome. let me know if you need more—i’ll get you all the cherry and grape candy you want.”

“sure, jake,” you replied, biting back a laugh, your heart warming at his clueless sincerity.

as he walked away, you couldn’t stop smiling.

jake’s suspicions began to arise to your confused expression, but nonetheless he was sure this recipe was cooking up love between the two of you.

─── ♡

INGREDIENT 3 : TAKE HER TO THE BEACH

you in fact, hated swimming. you were none the wiser to chaewon planning your demise, but with someone like jake initiating all these plans, it was hard to avoid them.

jake’s eyes sparkled with excitement as he bounced on his toes outside your dorm, his car keys in hand. “ready for the beach day?” he asked, grinning ear to ear.

you froze, the smile on your face faltering just slightly. “the beach?”

“yeah! thought it’d be fun to get some sun, maybe dip our feet in the water.” he shrugged casually, as if it were the best idea ever.

you bit your lip, feeling a twist of nerves in your stomach. “oh, um… the beach?”

“yeah! i remember hearing somewhere that you love the beach, so i figured—” he paused, noticing your hesitant expression. his brow furrowed, eyes softening. “wait, you… do like the beach, right?”

you felt your cheeks warm, not wanting to let him down. “uh… not exactly,” you admitted, giving him a sheepish look. “actually, i’m a little scared of it, the water at least,”

his mouth opened in surprise, and he rubbed the back of his neck, clearly a bit flustered. “oh, wow, i… i didn’t know that. i’m so sorry! i thought—”

“it’s okay,” you interrupted quickly, laughing softly to ease his nerves. “it’s actually really sweet that you thought of me, you could take of your friends though,”

he blinked, clearly relieved but still looking embarrassed. “well, maybe we could walk on the boardwalk and get ice cream. away from the water of course,”

you felt yourself relax, nodding eagerly. “that sounds perfect.”

he laughed, holding his arm out for you. “ice cream it is. and next time, i’ll double-check my sources.”

as you walked away from the beach plan and toward ice cream, you couldn’t help but feel a little closer to him.

─── ♡

INGREDIENT 4 : BE HONEST WITH HER

as you two strolled toward the ice cream shop, jake glanced down at his phone, a hint of suspicion in his eyes. he seemed lost in thought, almost like he was putting pieces together.

“you know,” he started, his voice thoughtful, “chaewon was so confident when she gave me that list. but now… i’m starting to think it was a lie.

“chaewon? did she put you up to the candy and flowers too?” you asked giggling.

“honestly, yeah. she noticed me coming into the campus restaurant every day and felt bad, i guess,” jake admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. “she said she’d help me out with, you know… figuring out what you liked.”

you tilted your head, fighting back a smile. “so she decided to give you a list of all my supposed ‘favorites’?”

jake nodded, groaning. “yeah, but now that i think about it, she had this weird look on her face when she handed it over. like she was way too happy about it.”

you chuckled, shaking your head. “sounds like classic chaewon.”

“i just really wanted to impress you i guess,” jake sighed admitting his feelings.

your heart skipped at his confession, and you felt warmth bloom in your chest. he wasn’t just being sweet—he meant it. all the little gestures, even if they’d gone slightly wrong, came from a genuine place.

“you did, jake,” you said, your voice just as soft, meeting his eyes. “not because of the candy or the beach idea… but because you tried. because you care.”

his eyes widened slightly, and a faint blush crept up his cheeks. “you mean that?”

you nodded, smiling at him. “of course i do. you didn’t need to do any of that to impress me, you know. i already… well, i already like you.”

jake froze, the words seeming to catch him off guard. “wait… you—what?”

you laughed, nervously tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “i like you, jake. honestly, i’ve liked you for a while. i just didn’t think you…” you trailed off, suddenly feeling shy.

“are you serious?” he asked, a goofy grin spreading across his face. “you like me?”

“yes, jake,” you said, laughing now at how giddy he looked. “i like you.”

standing close, you found yourself caught in his gaze, noticing for the first time just how warm his eyes were. flecks of amber glowed under the soft light, gentle and inviting, holding a hint of vulnerability that made your heart flutter.

“your eyes are really pretty,” you commented gazing into them, admiring the color.

“you mean that angel?” he asked, his face reaching closer to yours as if asking for approval, in which you nodded.

jake leaned in slowly, eyes searching yours for a brief moment. then, his lips brushed softly against yours, warm and gentle, a quiet, unspoken promise lingering between you both.

maybe the recipe to your love was reinvented by jake to be successful after all, despite the small (minor!) flaws written in by chaewon.

─── ♡

a/n: happy jake day!! obligatory jake fic cause ofc >< all likes, reblogs, and comments appreciated <3

@ coqhee 2024. all rights reserved

[ihartyoongi]

how he gets the girl, jake sim

warnings: suggestive comments, i don’t think there’s anything else 🧐

a/n: happy birthday to the BEST BOY😩 i MIGHT make this into a series so i can do the other members too idk yet but ENJOY

[ihartyoongi]

ok so idk why my links on my pinned lost isnt working lol imma cry

[ihartyoongi]

✨️ L Lawliet w/ a Shy & Insecure Reader Headcanons ✨️

Notes: I got real specific here. I need some validation haha. I swear if L ever complimented me I'd implode and then explode like I've done many times in the DS game (don't make fun of me >:<)

I'm adding pink text and sparkles to the title. Cope with it DN twt

Warnings: 18+!!! There is some sexy content, no gendered terms or pronouns. I tried being inclusive with the sexy stuff. Talks about poor self-esteem and insecurities. L being his rude ass self at one point. Reader described as quiet. I did indeed write L as a sweetheart, and I don't regret it one bit! :D. Not proofread

For starters, shy isn't a problem for L. He appreciates that you're quiet and relatively polite. It makes it easier for him to get away with dating you because he knows you're not going to be obnoxious around headquarters, and there's a good chance you'll never even mention that you're his partner

He finds it vry cute. Especially when you stumble over your words when he flirts with you. His pride is very comfy with you.

You are a perfect parallel play lover!!! He's grateful that you don't pester him when he's busy, but he doesn't mind you being around him. You can draw, do homework, write, play video games, anything. He just appreciates your company. He's also 100% paying attention out of his peripheral vision.

But because you're quiet, sometimes you don't share all of your thoughts with him and it can make for a satisfying relationship. L sure as shit isn't disclosing a lot of stuff, so he sees it as even

A lot of your secrets are insecurities, though. You worry a lot about your competency as a romantic partner. Whether it's your intelligence, physical beauty, personality, interests, anything really. You're always anxious that you're not enough, and not enough for him.

L knows well that you lack confidence. He's torn, actually, because he wants to see you become more sure of yourself and he'll try to help. He teaches you skills when he has time and makes sure to compliment you when you do something good. Sometimes he stretches the truth in his praises just to make you feel better. He knows you value his opinion a lot.

However, your insecure nature is an easy opening for him to get away with a lot. Nothing that serious, but secret tests are a given with L, and he does like to test if you'll push through him not given you the validation he knows you want. It actually does make him feel like 10% bad, though, and he'll make up for it.

He understands why you're insecure, but at the same time, he thinks it's silly. Especially when you admit to him that you're worried about your physical appearance or sexual abilities. It's in those moments he just wants to tell you to stop because "have you seen me, y/n?"

But yes please flatter his ego

When you started sleeping together it actually was pretty smooth and natural

I truly believe L was a virgin until you, so he probably wasn't much more confident than you

The doom of adult virginity/inexperience is that everyone expects you to be pornographic by now, and for an insecure person that can be very demanding

L doesn't expect that and won't be disappointed by something slow and "vanilla." He likes that, honestly. But of course, if/whenever you're ready for something more spicy, he's very open to communicating about it

This guy is just happy to touch you, period

If you fumble because you're nervous, he's not upset, but he'll redirect you with affirming words

He does admittedly get irritated by consistent nagging and the self-deprecating comments you make. It annoys him after a bit. He'll likely disengage to avoid hurting your feelings, but if you're persistent, he'll give it to you straight.

"The only thing you should be insecure about is that you're a broken record."

Fight the tears

It actually does make him upset when you doubt him and his love for you. It makes him feel like you don't trust him. L is aware that he's deceptive by nature, but he wants you to trust that he values you. He certainly wouldn't be in a committed relationship with you if his feelings weren't genuine

So he reminds you. Again. And again. That he wants you in his life and treasures you

You're lucky that he loves you so much

Sometimes, you'll go through periods of isolating from him because you're afraid of bothering him. Trust me. He's glad to have time to work, but he does pick up on your distance quick

You're so afraid of asking him for attention

or even just a bite of his cake. He always offers, tho.

But yea. L is a busy guy and comfortable in seclusion, so he isn't that clingy. He can go a long time without checking in on you, which doesn't help the paranoia

When he decides to take a break for once, usually his first instinct is to either 1. Get coffee or a treat, or 2. Make a bee line to see you!!

OR 3. BRING YOU FOOD TO SHARE

Know that he loves you much more than most things. You are his priority, even if his work takes precedence at times.

He'll attempt to build your trust over time because he understands how hard it is to believe in someone's honesty. It'll get better, and you'll likely start to feel more self-assured with him. L talks a lot, but he believes actions speak louder than words, so he'll show you how much he loves you through the little things because you light up his world after an exhausting day full of murder and nonstop thinking. You're home to him and he wants you to feel the same way about him.

[ihartyoongi]

Ur master list isn’t working 😞

i'll try to fix it ! thanks for letting me know

[ihartyoongi]

kusuo saiki as your friend but he starts to find you adorable (i'm no expert on this but since i write fanfic for him i know atleast smth)

at first he finds you too lively, then relaxes when you offered him a coffee jelly (apparently everyone in the school knows his favorite treat?).

finds you slightly a bother when you only ask him for little favors, not anyone else in the friend group

teacher groups you and him quite a bit and he doesnt mind. once you start drawing little hearts on his papers tho, he finds himself smiling a little.

kept the papers and stared at them while sitting on his bed, his finger tracing the hearts.

then suddenly remembers your smile

oof, his heart kinda did a weird thing.

immeidately throws the paper away to the floor, brushing off what his heart did.

finds himself staring at you across the classroom, wondering if you always smile at everyone like that.

thinks you're genuinely pretty, but can't admit because he knows you'll bring it up any chance you get.

secretly carries bandaids in his bag because you always somehow end up with papercuts on your fingers

has you as "y/n :)" on phone contact. used to be "y/n :)))" but thought that was too obvious. (obvious to what kusuo?)

the first time you made his heart skip a beat was on a winter morning and he saw your cherry cheeks and immediately thought to himself ,"cute".

ohno not the weird heart thing again, seeing you with a puffy lips and red nose is not a good combination for his heart.

wonders how you get your hair like that, your hair goes swoosh.

obviously tries to appear nonchalant when your arm brushes against his.

wholetime hes in head going "???!"

goes into panic mode whenever he thinks about you, theres no way he can actually develop romantic feelings for someone right ?

well your pretty face and electric personality isnt helping him much in his overthinking.

admits defeat when he sees you in casual clothes outside of the school uniform. he thinks you look absolutely adorable.

tells himself this little crush wont last long because you both are meant to be friends.

daydreams about you a bit too much and wishes you were his.

yeah, kusuo saiki is definitely not going to make the first move, isnt he?

[ihartyoongi]

next chapter consists of oblivious saiki and oblivious y/n bare with me

[ihartyoongi]

🎧thinkin' about: zoro and his bandana

inspired by this post.

cw: over-stimulation, oral (m!receiving), edging and denial, pathetic men, a bit of dacryphilia, begging, use of "good boy". dom!reader x sub!zoro. zoro being submissive.

obviously, zoro is a scary man. obviously, the way zoro handles those swords leaves you a bit dumbfounded every time. obviously, zoro's called the demon of the sea for a fucking reason. you knew all that, zoro knew all that too.

but oh, well, who would have believed that the man in front of you now was the same roronoa zoro?

a lone sweat drop dragged down the plane of his cheeks, down his jawline and onto his shuddering chest. his tanned cheeks were dusted pink, his wrist bound by the same wretched bandana that he wore when he aimed to kill. and now, he was the man on the verge of death.

"b-baby." zoro rasped, eyes barely open, words barely lucid as you drag your soft palms over his shaft slowly, "ease up, c'mon."

and you can't help but laugh. he sounds so adorable when he's fucked out. he has a good stamina, you of all people know that, but even he's bound to crash and burn when you've been edging him relentlessly for an eternity, it seemed.

you had been dragging your soft hands, spitting on his cock so sinfully before running your hands all over again. you had been so kind to even kiss his tip and lick down his pretty cock a few times, but every goddamn time his breath started to stutter, his thigh muscles clenched and he threw his head back, you stopped.

"b-babe, please." he tried again, this time trying to buck his own hips up to gain some frictions, "c'mon, please. no, w-wait—"

you pulled your soft hands away. giving him a cashmere smile, "but zo', i told you to sit still."

"'m sorry, 'm sorry please." he nodded deliriously, bottom lip caught between his teeth as he tried to settle down again. his hips were so jittery, biceps flexing mindlessly as he tried not to disobey you by touching himself. you were sure it ached, you were sure he was about to almost break down. and that excited you.

you knew zoro was strong enough, he could tear that precious bandana in a microsecond if he tried. but how could he try when his mind was so far beyond saving? he was a man drunk on your hands, and your lips, and your pretty pussy. you had rendered him useless.

"beg for it, zo'."

"please, p-lease," his voice was hoarse, hips barely staying still as he tried to rut into the air, "please, let me cum once."

"just once?" you hummed, running a manicured nail down his chest down to his happy trail.

"n-no" his eyes widened and you could see tears about to pool, "but atle-atleast once, please?" he nodded again, "i'll be good, i'll be s'good for you, promise."

"promise?"

he nodded again and a pretty tear made it past his eyes, "please."

"good boy." you spit and the transparent strings fell down your lips and onto him, splattering a little bit on his v-line and abs. as you started moving your hands over his dick again, he groaned in delight. and you were sure that the demon of the sea lost his mind as you finally took him in your mouth.

tongue swirling around his angry tip, tasting the salty pre that you had milked out of him. your hand worked on the base of the shaft, another one playing with his balls as you tried to break him all over again.

"f-fuckin' hell, fuck hah—" zoro bucked into your mouth, actions no longer in his control as his eyes rolled back and his mouth fell open. incoherent jambles of your name fell past his lips, hot tears pricking at his eyes as you demolished the very foundation of him.

sucking him like your life depended on it. cheeks hollowed, hands moving up and down, up and down, up and down so fast around his cock that he lost his mind. he keened into you, desperate hips rutting into your mouth and hands to chase a release that he had been deprived of till now.

"please." he hissed, voice far past deranged. what was he even begging for?

you hummed around his, nimble fingers playing with him like he was your favourite toy. and his breath grew laboured, sweat drops cascading down his jaw and onto his broad chest, "i-'m close."

the man didn't even give you a moment lest you change your mind again. a second later, hot, white filled your mouth. shit. some slid down to your hands, painting them in pearlescent white. a few drops dribbled past your pretty lips, down your chin. shit. too much. eyes clenched shut, thighs pressed against each other, you gulped down the slightly salty liquid.

as you tried to collect your breath, you heard the ominous sound of fabric tearing. a strong hand grabbed ahold of your jaw, a thumb swiping to collect the wayward flowing fluid just to shoved it back into your mouth again.

you looked up at roronoa zo— no. the demon of the sea.

and he grinned, something primal, feral, as he stared you down.

"your turn, pretty."

a/n: NOT PROOFREAD, MY BAD. got nothing more to say other than i love me some sub!men, and i love this post by @buuuonnn. yes, that's my justification for this monstrosity. tagging: @mist-ixx @brairslair m.list likes, reblogs, comments are always appreciated hotties <3

[ihartyoongi]

hi! could i request some luffy fluff? i love how you write his dialogue, so maybe some pet names he would use? 🌸🦋

you have put an idea into my head that'll be very hard to get rid of @kingofthe-egirls hehe. the fic starts off as a crack!fic but i'll make it sweety-sweet towards the end!

the worst mistake ft. monkey d. luffy!

set-up: my headcanons based on what lovely @kingofthe-egirls asked! just our captain luffy and his absurd fucking nick-names.

warning: wholesome! more of a crack!fic (i dont know if its even remotely fluffy im sorry) than anything else. i do love me some good, self-indulgent stupid with my fav man on the sea :)

💗mistakes are a normal part of life. as bob ross said, "there are no mistakes, just happy accidents." well, he had clearly never made this catastrophic mistake. you had jokingly called luffy "bugaboo". emphasis on jokingly. 💗the sun was setting and you both were sitting on his bed, recalling the time zoro got lost and accidentally stumbled into a river-stream where local women were bathing. and afterwards how sanji wailed when he realized he wasn't there to witness it. your crew was weird, there was no doubt about it. but that wasn't the focus of the conversation. "heh" he snorted, "what did you call me?" "bugaboo?" you laughed, poking his cheek teasingly, "why?" he looked at you with his wide-eyed, honeyed gaze, "what does it mean? am i a bug?" with his wide eyes and stretchy smile, one might say so. but you didn't tell him that.

"its means... nothing?" you smiled softly, tracing your finger on the scar 'neath his eye, "it's just a nickname, baby. just something said out of affection." "out of affection?" he looked at your confused, "so anything can be a pet name?" you nodded in agreement, "pretty much, luff." worst fucking mistake of your life. 💗it was past dinner. and you and the captain were about to fall asleep to the noise of the crew chattering outside. "hey?" luffy hummed. and you hummed back in acknowledgement. "rice cooker." he mumbled into your chest, "you smell so nice~" you choked on your breath, spluttering, "lu-luff? did you just complement the rice cooker??" "no?" he looked up at you, bringing his finger to boop you on your nose, "i mean you. you, rice cooker. you smell so good, is it the soap sanji brought from that isla—" but you weren't listening to him. was he insulting you?? was he saying you were built like a rice cooker???? was he asking you to make him some rice, hence, you were the "rice cooker"?????? "luffy," you looked at him, concerned, "what do you mean rice cooker?!" "what?" he laughed, "it's a pet name. you said that a pet name can be anything?" when you stared at him, still concerned, he explained himself, "i mean like... i like you, i like rice cooker. cause it cooks rice—" "—go to sleep, luffy."

💗you had to clear it to him the next morning that nicknames cannot be that absurd. and when he asked you what qualifies as a nice pet-name, you tried really hard to think of some. "oooh, you like food right?" his eyes twinkled up at the mere mention of the topic. you grinned, satisfied, "so, like honey, sugar, pie, cherry. these are all examples of good pet names." he nodded at you with conviction in his eyes, as if he truly got you now. 💗it was lunch time now. and after beating up a marine ship, the entire crew was waiting for sanji to finish cooking so you could all stuff down some food. you were next to robin, sun-bathing and chatting ideally about a book she had lent you. she made a joke about how the character was dumb and you nodded and laughed along. in the midst of it, your boyfriend came and stood next to you, "hey?" both you and robin looked at the captain. you gave him a welcoming smile, "what's up, babe?" "so..." he looked over robin for a second before looking back at you. "i was just saying that i love you very much, my bombocado." his bombo- what? but before you could inquire him, he giggled and ran away. what??? and you resorted to look at robin, a bit confused. she replied back easily, "it's a brazilian dessert." is it now?

💗"what do you mean?" the captain looked at you confused when you told him bombocado wasn't a great pet name. "then, what else is a good nickname?" "i dunno." you sighed, "something normal like cherry or something." but that had opened yet another pandora's box. because now every time he saw you, he would refer to you as some fruit: "hey there, banana~" "i love you, my java plum." "should we go out on a date, pineapple?" "you look so pretty, my dragon fruit." a pause, "hey. my dad's name is dragon!!" you had given up on the idea of pet names. you would rather be addressed by your government given name than a pinecone. but now you were stuck with these absurd names. how wonderful. (but, i mean it was luffy who was saying them, so, you didn't exactly mind too much but when the entire crew caught on. boy the humiliation, the drama.). 💗but then one day, before drifting off to sleep, he slowly whispered, "i love you, cupcake." you almost jumped up in victory. almost. but instead, you chose to pet his hair softly and kiss him on his forehead, "good night, muffin." "—i love muffin." you kissed his forehead again as his hair tickled your skin, "ofcourse you do. goodnight, baby." "goodnight, honey nuts." just give up on ever having a normal nick name. i'm sorry. it won't happen.

💗jokes aside, here's my actual list of names that i think luffy would call you: 1. peach (cause you're sweet (in more ways than one) and because you once told him it meant ass and he laughed for 15 mins cause peach means ass) 2. mama (idk, sounds good to me? sounds like something he would just go along with) 3. lovebug (he once heard sanji say it and he thought it was so cute cause if hes a bug and you're a bug then you both together can be a bug-couple) 4. mi amor (heard sanji say it, thought it was pretty) 5. hot stuff (ussop convinced him that's what he calls kaya and kaya loves it) 6. sunshine (because you're his sunshine, what's not clicking??) 7. angel (because you're an angel, again, where's the confusion??) well, at the end of the day it doesn't matter what he called you. what mattered was that, you could come collapse in his arms. and he would squeeze his arms around you and tell you how he loved you. what were a few corny petnames to endure if you got all of his love in return?

a/n: i am convinced this is simultaneously the best and worst thing i've ever written. i hope it was atleast mildly satisfying @kingofthe-egirls <3

[ihartyoongi]

i do not have work for the next two months !! i will try to put out atleast 5 chapters for you guys in that span of time thank u sm for the support !

[ihartyoongi]

Prisci 🥹.. ive returned

SUKI ??!?!?

[ihartyoongi]

BUCKET LIST ☆ 15

Saiki is not so sure why you invited him and not Aiura for this. You are currently trying on different outfits, today is the day you go on the date with Toritsuka. Saiki has a sinking feeling in his stomach and he’s not so sure why. He fiddles with his fingers as a way to distract himself as he waits for you to open your bedroom door. You swing the door open and accidentally smack yourself on the face. Saiki immediately calls you an idiot while you wail and say, “this happened on my first day of school oh my God”.

Saiki is about to call you a name again but once he sees what you’re wearing, he coughs. You actually look .. maybe lovely ?

“You look decent, Toritsuka will definitely leave you after this” He comments. You froan a bit, a lightbulb going off in your head.

“Why don’t we go on a double date? I’ll call Aiura right now!” You pick up your phone. Saiki pauses before shaking his head.

“I don’t think that’s such a good idea”, “Why not?” You insist, your thumb pressing against your phone.

“Let’s just hang out, you and me” Saiki insists. He is practically begging and you do not notice this because you are just so oblivious. All the damn time. You think about it for a second, then shake your head.

“I think it’s time for you to hang out with others more than me, right?’ You laugh a bit at Saiki’s face when you say that. He is so deadpanned.

But I like hanging out with you, Saiki thinks to himself.

“I mean I like that all we do is hang out with each other and stuff but” You drift off. “Why don’t we spend some time away from each other?”.

That irks Saiki pretty bad, you both don’t spend that much time together do you? It’s basically your fault, you always want to hang out with Saiki much rather than being with your alcoholic mother.

“Alright-” Saiki begins but you cut him off. “Hang out with me and Toritsuka, I think he’s trying to have his first kiss with me” You say in slight disgust which throws off Saiki. Do you not like Toritsuka? You are so hard to read sometimes.

“I’ll make sure he doesn’t do anything weird, okay?” Saiki reassures you, awkwardly patting your shoulder. You smile slightly at his gesture. He never ever touches you, except for flicking your forehead or hitting the top of your head with his fist.

“Thank you Kusuo” You grab his hand in return for his gesture, thinking he would allow this. He does not, he pulls his hand away from you.

“Call Aiura then, I’ll go with you” Saiki says in defeat, but honestly he’s just worried that Toritsuka might pull moves on you. It’s normal to be protective of your friends right?

“Awesome!” You exclaim, holding your phone up and spewing the details to Aiura. You can hear her squeal in return through the phone. Saiki sighs, why are all his friends in such pain? You come back to Saiki and look him up and down.

“Your outfit sucks, I’ll let you borrow my dad’s clothes” You say, heading out the door and looking back. You raise an eyebrow at Saiki, gesturing to him to follow you.

“I don’t want to intrude into your dad’s room” Saiki admits. Isn’t this a bit rude? He thinks to himself. You shake your head in response, your face now blank of all emotions.

“Why would it be rude? My dad is dead”.

Oh.

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Saiki is not one to question deaths, he rather move on and not burden the other person. But it’s you. So how could he not? You never really mentioned your parents, just that your mother is an alcoholic. Honestly, he questioned where your dad was but never verbally asked you. He thought, “Well if L/n wants me to know, they’ll tell me”. And turns out, he was kinda right. Although now he has no other details, just simply your father is dead. Saiki tries to stay out of his head as you both ride the bus. He just simply can't while wearing your dead fathers cream vest. Toritsuka had said to meet up at Neko’s cafe, he mentioned that Aiura will be waiting with him. Saiki knows they are really good friends but shouldn’t have Toritsuka picked you up? I mean, Kusuo Saiki is not a date expert but isn’t that the bare minimum? To pick up your date?

Saiki looks over at you, your hair is nicely done, unlike during school days. Your cracked lips have healed, he noticed this about a week ago but it’s still nice to see some progress. Trying not to seem creepy, his eyes shift to your legs. He counts how many bandages you slapped on to hide your yellowish bruises. Only three. Typically there’s about seven in total. Saiki still hasn't come to the conclusion of what illness you have. You haven’t told him yet. You don’t hide very well on how sick you are. Your backpack is always jiggling with pills as you skip down the hallways. Your bloodshot eyes and eyebags. Saiki decides to let you come to him first, which might not be a good idea. You are quite stubborn, and hate sharing personal information. Such as your dead father. Is Saiki the only one in the friend group who knows?

The bus comes to a stop, you tug at Saiki’s sleeve to pull him from his deep thoughts.

“We’re here” You whisper, your minty breath finding its way to Saiki’s nose. He snaps away from his thinking at the sound of your voice. He blinks, following you out of the bus. These days, it’s been feeling like he follows you everywhere and anywhere. And he’s wondering why he gets SLIGHT, not big, for anyone who wants to twist his words, SLIGHT butterflies at the sight of you smiling. He doesn’t feel this way with Kaidou, Teruhashi or any other friend. It’s definitely a new feeling that Saiki would rather not explore right now.

You halt as you both approach the entrance to Neko’s cafe. You make a disgusted look and turn to Saiki.

“This dude really chose a maid cafe to have a date at?” You scoff, stomping your foot. Saiki believes it, he’s known Toritsuka longer than you have and he’s not a bit surprised at this.

“A loser like him shouldn’t be taking out L/n, they deserve better”,. He rolls his eyes at his thought, why should he care? If you get heartbroken by a dude like Toritsuka that’s just sad and embarassing for you. Saiki wishes you had better taste in men.

“Let’s go in holding hands, let’s make this loser regret everything” You scowl, reaching out your hand and waiting for Saiki to agree. Saiki ponders for a bit, well, more like a few seconds before grabbing your hand. You are caught off guard by this, since when does this pink haired boy ever come in physical contact with you?

“Only ten more seconds” Saiki says, and you frown a bit.

Wow, where am I finding these trashy men? You think.

As you both enter, you immediately see Aiura and Toritsuka sat next to each other on a booth. Toritsuka is the first to notice you two. He waves you both over.

“Yo Saiki” He awkwardly laughs and makes a slicing motion between you and Saiki’s hands.

Oh my god, what a loser. Saiki sighs mentally, how is this purpled haired weirdo even slightly appealing to you?

Saiki decides to just sit across Aiura while you sit across.. well the other dude.

“You look good, Y/n” Toritsuka is practically foaming at the mouth while staring at you. Saiki places his chin on his palm and watches as you and the purple haired weirdo talk. He decides to block you both out, his attention on Aiura now. Aiura brought nail decals to put on Saiki, and he agrees. Might as well try to have fun while you try to have a love life.

“It bothers you?’ Aiura whispers, her eyebrows cocking up and down towards you and Toritsuka. Saiki is completely confused by her question, why would it bother him that his friend is on a date? He shakes his head in response, looking through the menu.

Coffee jelly supreme? Double the serving with extra whip cream too?

Saiki feels better now for coming to this stupid date. You look over at Saiki, whose getting his nails done by Aiura. Your smile drops.

Seriously? He lets Teruhashi get close to him and lets Aiura do his nails? You can’t even hold his hand for more than eleven seconds without him dropping your hand. You know he has been friends with them for longer than he has been friends with you but .. still? Is he not just comfortable with you yet? it’s been four months, it’s like a slow burn romance! Although there’s no romance and simply a friendship that has not blossomed fully.

“Order anything you want babe, I got it” Toritsuka pets your head. You nod and look down at the menu and .. a crepe rainbow cake! Only 918 yen! He can afford that, right?

You point at it and show Toritsuka and he immediately says “Ooo uh”. Your smile drops as he explains it’s too expensive. You frown and sink back in your seat, meeting Saiki’s eyes. His eyes show empathy, he blows on his nails before reaching in his pocket and taking out his wallet. Aiura giggles as Saiki passes you his card.

“Saiki, no way! You’re kidding”. Your face lights up as you examine the card. “Toritsuka, I might have to leave you for Saiki” You say with an obvious joking tone. Although the joke doesn’t register in Toritsuka’s head, he awkwardly laughs again but shoots Saiki a death glare. Saiki tries not to smile at your reaction, he looks away and breathes in deeply. He glances down at his nails and see the flower decals smiling at him. He looks up at Aiura who is also giving him the same silly smile. Saiki coughs to cover up his grin, watching Toritsuka try to gain your affection

How embarassing of him, honestly.

After ordering all your treats, Saiki notices a little gift bag by Toritsuka's side. He clears his throat, not knowing why he feels a bit off.

Jeez, why am I so protective over L/n, they’re just a friend.

“Tori, let me do your nails” Aiura shakes the bottle of clear nail polish, in return he shakes his head in disbelief.

“Nuh uh, i’m not doing that girly stuff” He glances over at Saiki, who shrugs his shoulders. You look over and gasp, reaching over and gently grabbing Saiki’s hand. You grab each finger individually as you inspect the stickers on his nails.

“Cute” You comment, your thumb rubbing over his fingers. Saiki feels those small butterflies in his stomach again, he pulls away as always and luckily, the waiter has came with everyone's orders.

Saiki stares at the large coffee jelly parfait infront of him, dipping his spoon in.

Worth coming here.

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After about half an hour later, you already devoured your crepe cake and the peach lemonade. You definitely took advantage of the fact that Saiki gave you his card. Who knows how much is on it?

Saiki feels like his stomach is about to explode. That coffee jelly parfait was way overboard. He glances over at Toritsuka, who has chocolate stains on the corners of his mouth. Saiki grimaces, watching how you giggle and offer your date a napkin.

The next thing that happens is enough for Saiki to throw up the coffee jelly.

You wipe the chocolate off Toritsukas face with the napkin. For some odd reason, he thinks this is the perfect time to lean over and give you a kiss on the nose.

Saiki grimaces again, looking over at Aiura with a look that says ,"Are you seeing this shit?”

Aiura coughs, looking at her phone. “Tori, our bus is going to leave in ten minutes” She shakes her bracelets to get his attention.

“Really, well, I’ll see you later cutie” He ruffles your hair and gives Saiki a thumbs up. Aiura squeezes your cheek and waves goodbye at Saiki.

You look over at Saiki and say, “Well, it wasn't that bad, was it?”

Saiki shrugs his shoulders, leading you out of the cafe.

“Weird how none of the employees had maid dresses on, this is a scam! We must sue” You frown, walking down the street. You are a bit too close but Saiki does not mind it as much.

“Toritsuka isn’t your type of guy” Saiki bluntly says, “What did he gift you?”.

You pull a ring out of your pocket and go “Tata”. Its a silver heart ring. The type that turn your finger green, of course.

“Interesting” Saiki murmurs, not knowing what to make out of this cheap gift.“I see you with a more sincere guy”.

“Like you?” You question, stopping in your tracks. Saiki turns to face you, his eyebrows knitting together.

“Would you want it to be me?”.

You look around sheepishly, your heart racing. You feel yourself about to stutter, a tingling sensation in your chest and fingers.

“I-”.

“Messing with you” Saiki says in a harsh tone, beginning to walk again but looking back at you.

“Right” You smile faintly while he gestures you walk to him.

“Want to hang out tomorrow?” You ask, your hands behind your back as you grin up at Saiki. He rolls his eyes and hits your head gently with his fist.

“Always”.