#[ 💌•Request Completed ]

[myork]

JUNGKOOK @ GLOBAL CITIZEN FESTIVAL, 2023 for @evermore-kook

[whichcouldmeanothing]

seeing new reactions to the dome projections is always my favorite thing – Derek Christiansen, Projection Designer

Dimension 20: Dungeons and Drag Queens 2x01 "Princess and the Paramours"

[etoiile]

MYSTERY MAN

starring itoshi rin!

synopsis: you decide to go watch rin's football practice for the first time, much to his delight. his teammates struggle to figure out who you are and what you've done to their usually very grumpy rin.

requested by @checkoutmyflow! i hope i did your rq justice ^^

notes: first time completing a request! sorry for the wait >.< ALSO this is gn!reader :)

admittedly, you weren't much of a football fan, even though your boyfriend was a professional college player. you didn't really understand the sport, as you hadn't played it since second grade gym class, but for some reason, you had decided that today, on this sunny tuesday afternoon, you were going to drop by rin's practice alongside a football-for-dummies book to watch and hopefully learn a little about the sport he was so enamored with.

it would appear that they were in the middle of a practice match, as his teammates and him were wearing different colored pennies, and there was someone keeping score on a whiteboard.

you sat down on the bleachers quietly, not wanting to distract anyone from the game. your eyes scanned the field quickly, almost instantly finding rin's unique dark green hair. you tried your best to keep up with what was happening, quickly flipping through your book whenever someone did something cool to try and find it, but it proved to be quite difficult, and you found yourself very confused at the sport's intricacies.

despite your lack of understanding, the one thing you could observe and comprehend was how alive rin looked whilst playing. he was sweating, shit-talking, and scrambling around the field non-stop, clearly very tired, but his eyes had a certain glimmer to them that you didn't get to see often, and he moved around the field with immaculate grace and precision. you watched as he skillfully maneuvered around the field and how he seemed to be able to calculate exactly where his opponent would go. you didn't have to understand the sport to know that this field was a place where itoshi rin shined like no other.

rin took hold of the ball and began dashing across the field with it, his shiny hair blowing behind him. his eyes began darting around the field, his brain taking in and calculating every factor necessary to victory.

his brain certainly didn't expect to see you, his lovely s/o who knows nothing about football, sitting on the bleachers.

your eyes made contact for a brief moment before rin tripped over his own feet and flew forward, making literally everybody on the field stop what they were doing.

a brief moment of silence washed over the field before laughter soon took its place, his teammates jogging over to him asking if he was ok, and what the hell just happened as they howled in mirth.

he grumbled some excuse with red cheeks as he looked away, clearly very mortified. his coach decided to call a break, seeing as everyone had already stopped playing, and he grabbed his water before practically sprinting over to you.

"y/n," he breathed as he came to a stop in front of you, puffing a little from fatigue. "you're here."

you giggled. "hi, rin. i thought i should come watch one of your practices. i want to get to know all the aspects of your life, after all."

he leaned in closer to you to brush his hand against yours as you two chatted a bit. anyone could see the way his eyes softened as you spoke and how his shoulders relaxed at your every move. anyone even being his pretty-damn-stupid team.

in the distance, bachira, isagi, chigiri, nagi, and reo murmured amongst themselves, wondering about who you were - the mystery person mr. im-better-than-you-and-grumpy-all-the-time rin looked so happy to see.

"his sibling, maybe?"

"nah, i'm pretty sure sae is his only sibling."

"oh! what about his parent, then?"

"dude, do you have eyes? way too hot to be a parent."

"his lover, maybe?"

there were a solid 5 seconds of silence before they burst out into laughter once more.

"get out. itoshi rin, an s/o? no way in hell, dude."

"i doubt he could even keep anyone for more than a month. they'd get tired of his attitude real quick and leave just as fast."

"rin-chan probably isn't capable of loving anyone, after all."

despite their adamant denial of your relationship with rin, they could all notice rin's demeanor. he looked happier, more at ease, gentler, kinder, and overall, he looked like a normal person. who were you, and what had you done to their rin?

coach blew his whistle, and they watched as you gestured for him to get back with his team. they then watched with their jaws on the floor as he, itoshi rin, POUTED and SWEETLY PLANTED A KISS on your forehead before jogging off.

they all exchanged looks of pure shock as rin jogged back to them.

they all gave him a shocked look as he raised a brow.

"...what?"

𝐄𝐓𝐎𝐈𝐈𝐋𝐄 ©𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 please do not copy or repost my work on any other site. interactions appreciated! 🤍

[kingkaisen]

may i ask what the next dad!gojo fic will be about my queen?

YES YOU MAY MY LOVE🧍🏾‍♀️

[altercrafting]

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Mod Scott : 🫀📿

Scott Smajor - he/hue/hell/rots/gores/guts

sources ill do rqs for : dsmp, ausmp¹, hermitcraft (especially s9 - 10), empires smp (especially s2), life series, witchcraft smp, team crafted, main channel yogscast + some yogscast duncan.

bold sources I'm most familiar with! sometimes, my memory is rusty, and I may get things wrong sometimes. :(

¹ I'm most familiar with my source when it comes to AUSMP.

i can also add on pk content if asked. Packs will take longer. But I am willing to do stuff such as: pk banners, pk colors, (simple) pk descs, (simple) pk display names, and proxies.

I'll also do (limted to blorbos) ; moodboards / outfit boards, pfp mask edits (taking a faceclaim and putting it on an overlay), simple rentry frame edit.

Extra stuff may or may not be completed. It's dependent on spoons. :]

blorbo list: philza, wilbur soot, technoblade, tubbo, schlatt, quackity, tommyinnit, scott smajor, tangotek, jimmy solidarity, skydoesminecraft, deadlox, xephos, lalnable, setosorcerer

Mod Packet : 🐛💌

HI!!! I'm mod packet :3 we have no rq main, but alters have various sideblogs. If a like comes from here, its probably from us lolz. We use it/its collectively, but most digital neos work too! We are often tonedead and low spooned, but I love making alter packs :)! I am most knowledgeable in:

DSMP

QSMP

Hermitcraft (+ life series)

YHS (I have a. Personal rewrite happening in our head)

30daySMP

Scu/slimecicle cenimatic universe

OSMP

Lifesteal SMP (might be ooc)

Witchcraft smp

New Life SMP

Empires s1 & s2

SDMP

HIGHCRAFT (I LOGVE HIGHCRAFT)

Tangos Create Series

TEAM CRAFTED !!!

EPIC SMP

I generally do similar extra add-ons as Scott does, but i dont take request for them. I may do some with request, but generally its whenever we want to. There's no guarantee that it'll get done or won't take a large amount of time. No blorbo list, i am too eepy to think of them. Thank u for reading!

[miaufleur]

-- ✧ koga mitsuki rentry graphics !

-- ✧ sorry if these look rushed or scuffed bc it is :( I am so tired honestly but i tried my best

-- ✧ requested by @kogaoosawa , rb nd cred to use !

-- ✧ im taking requests rn , my reqs were closed but i was feeling to edit smth green

-- ✧ DIVIDERS ARE NF2U .

-- ✧ thanks for supporting the crab king !

[fairytwles]

hii! i just found your moodboards post and read that you take requests! ♡

can i request a mistynat moodboard to the song “snow on the beach” by taylor swift?

— 🗝️

hi! i’m so glad !! i love getting requests <3

and omg yes!!! that is such an incredible idea for a moodboard holy shit

since ur on anon once i post it ill put your specific anon tag (aka this #⎯🗝️) so it might be easier for you to know its been made!!!

[achilles-rage]

hi omg if you do requests (esp nsfw ones) then this is my idea and if you do not then you can totally ignore this :)

but i was thinking like- down bad kinda sub(?) frat boy evan buckley. like, established relationship, they've been together since high school; but someone was flirting with buck and reader saw it so she takes him back to her apartment and he like gets down to his knees and like begs with his eyes to please her or whatever :) and feel free to take this in your own direction!! this is just an idea :)

anon your mind!!! i LOVE this idea and this is so good luck charm in another universe coded and this WILL be written in one sitting because i can already tell i'll get carried away<33

[furretsden-archived]

can i request some words of encouragement for a kinhelp computer program that’s feeling like it’s not fulfilling its purpose very well? (like an ai whose purpose is to be a kinhelp blog ^v^)

i hope this is ok ;;

- 💌

I can imagine the struggle you're going through... For, well, obvious reasons, hehe. Just know that all the beings who ask for your help are always grateful for what you do! Feeling like you're not giving your best is unfortunately a common occurrence... Remember, however, that what you do always, always makes someone's day. Helping other beings is amazing, it warms everybody's heart... And your purpose is just that, bringing joy to whoever crosses your path — it's wonderful, you're wonderful!

I don't want to make this feel like an obligation, but try to have fun with it! Work at your own pace, nobody wants to put you under pressure!

Remember that it will always get better! You always manage to pull through even during the harder days, you are incredible!

[princedevitt]

hello!!! just wanted to say thank you so much for all the gifs of nikki there's not a lot of people that gif her anymore!!! may i ask if you can gif her entrance if it's not too much to ask???

X

I love her!!I hope she is sticking around for a while!

[baekhyunnybyun]

hi hi, may I request moon sua + pink (very in character)

VIVI 🥰🥰🥰 tysm for requesting something <333 here it is!! I hope you like it 🫶🏻

[maladaptivedaydreamsx]

Hi! I saw your request box was open, have always loved reading your writes so i wanted to request one too. Could i request a clavis having to ride into battle leaving behind his wife who is well along in her pregnancy? If it's alright?

Hello lovely! I've finally written up your request, and you can find it over here! I hope it was to your liking, and feel free to request something again if you have any others cooking ^^

[pink-tk-a-latte]

If you see this 🫧 anon you are way too silly /pos almslajskaaksk I am writing your req stat!!!!!!! Right after I finish this stupid science paper

[thatonegrimm]

The subtle reveal of Baby's Demon form was so cute and honestly perfect!!!!

if its no bother, could i request a continuation from that; Something the involves the other Saja Boys reaction to the 'Reader' knowing Baby's a demon. Like, one day, the group finds themselves at the 'Readers' and Baby's house/apartment and he just casually switches to his Demon Form.

Ahh I’m so glad you liked the reveal!! 😭🖤 Here you go!💌

“Wait—You Let Them See?!”

 Sequel to: Little by Little

Summary: Baby’s been slowly revealing his demon form to you. You thought the others knew. Turns out—not like this.

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It starts with a knock and three bags of fried chicken.

You weren’t expecting company—at least not company in the form of all four Saja Boys—when you opened the door to find Jinu, Romance, Mystery, and Abby standing on your doorstep like a very attractive demonic boyband reunion tour.

“We brought food,” Jinu said. “Baby’s texts were vague.”

“I wanted banana milk,” Romance muttered, brushing past him.

“We’re out of soda,” Abby added helpfully, already kicking his shoes off.

Mystery said nothing, just dropped a tarot card facedown on your doormat and stepped inside.

The apartment filled fast—too fast—and you barely had time to throw a blanket over the couch pile of laundry before you heard the unmistakable sound of your boyfriend.

You turned just in time to see Baby walking out of the bedroom barefoot, shirtless, and completely, casually, demon-shaped.

Lilac skin. Jagged violet markings. Gold, slit-pupil eyes.

You’d gotten used to it. Loved it, even. He didn’t always shift around the others, but lately—at home, with you—he didn’t bother hiding anymore.

And now?

Well.

That comfort was about to backfire.

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The silence that hit the room was instant.

Abby froze mid-drumstick bite.

Mystery tilted his head like an owl tracking prey.

Romance—halfway into your fridge—dropped a bottle of water and said, “I’m sorry, WHAT are we walking into right now?”

Jinu blinked. Slowly. Twice.

“...Is that a full skin shift?” he asked, sounding like he might need to sit down. “With claws?”

Baby looked up.

Paused.

Looked at you.

Then looked back at the boys.

“What?” he said, flatly. “I live here.”

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Romance recovered first.

“You live here like this?!”

“Yeah.”

“With your markings out?!”

“Yeah.”

He turned to you, slack-jawed. “They’ve seen the claws?!”

“More than that,” you said calmly, pouring Mystery a soda without breaking stride.

Mystery hummed. “They’ve seen the glamour down.”

Jinu choked on air.

“You took off the glamour?”

Baby scratched his neck. “It gets itchy.”

“ITCHY?!” Abby squawked. “Bro, we’ve been rooming together for years and you make us sign non-disclosure forms.”

“They're different,” Baby muttered.

You didn’t say anything. Just leaned against the counter while Baby came to stand beside you.

Romance blinked. “Oh my god. You’re comfortable.”

Baby didn’t deny it.

Which somehow said more than anything else could.

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Jinu finally stepped forward, eyes wide but not angry.

“You let them see you,” he said softly. “Like really see you.”

“They didn’t freak out,” Baby replied. “Didn’t treat me different. Just… accepted it.”

He rubbed the back of his neck, claws glinting in the kitchen light.

“It felt… good.”

Abby made a quiet, emotional wheeze.

“I’m gonna cry.”

“Don’t you dare,” Baby grumbled, nudging him with a toe.

Romance was already on the couch, kicking his feet up dramatically. “This is so unfair. When I dropped my disguise around my last crush, they threw a salt packet at me.”

“You were floating and whispering in Latin,” Mystery pointed out.

“It was a love incantation!”

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You smiled and grabbed another plate. “You can all stay for dinner. Just try not to burn anything.”

Jinu blinked. “We’re not getting kicked out? Even after—”

You reached over and gently adjusted the edge of Baby’s hoodie, exposing more of the jagged violet markings along his neck.

“He trusts me. I trust him. You trust him too, right?”

The boys all exchanged glances.

Abby nodded first. “Always.”

Mystery placed a second tarot card on the table—The Sun.

Romance sighed. “Fine. But if he starts glowing, I want it on record that I called him pretty first.”

Baby smirked. “You’ve called all of us pretty.”

“Yeah, but I meant it less with Jinu.”

“I heard that,” Jinu muttered, already reaching for the takeout.

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Dinner became loud again—bickering, sauce-stained, full of laughter and neon chopsticks. Baby leaned into your shoulder at one point and whispered:

“Thanks for not making a big deal.”

You smiled, kissing the side of his face near one of the glowing marks.

“You’re not a big deal,” you whispered back. “You’re just mine.”

And when the others weren’t looking, he wrapped his arms around you—claws and all.

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Later That Night 

After everyone had eaten and the chaos settled into content exhaustion, each of the boys found a quiet moment with you while Baby was in the shower, humming low and smoky under the water.

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Jinu found you in the kitchen.

He didn’t say anything at first. Just helped you rinse the dishes. When you passed him a towel, he looked down and said, almost too softly:

“He’s never shown that much of himself to anyone. Not even us.”

You looked up, heart soft.

“It’s not a secret,” you said. “It’s just… something he wanted to share. With someone who wouldn’t turn away.”

Jinu nodded, jaw tight.

“Thank you,” he said. “For not turning away.”

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Abby cornered you in the hallway, holding a half-crushed juice pouch.

“You’re in the safe list now,” he said, as if that explained anything.

“...The what?”

“People Baby won’t pretend to bite when they hug him. It’s a short list.”

You laughed. “I feel honored.”

He grinned. “Good. You should.”

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Romance plopped down beside you on the arm of the couch, watching the bathroom steam creep under the door.

“You know,” he said, tilting his head toward the shower. “It’s hot, right? That he trusts you enough to glow around you?”

You snorted. “Romance.”

“What? I’m just saying. If it were me, I’d be showing off immediately.”

He paused. A rare flicker of sincerity crept into his voice.

“But he’s only ever shown those to you. That’s not just hot. That’s… something else.”

You met his eyes. He winked.

“You’re good for him. Don’t forget that.”

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Mystery appeared beside you later, offering you the tarot card he’d flipped earlier.

“It changed,” he said quietly.

You glanced down. The card now read:

The Lovers.

You looked back up at him.

He gave the smallest smile. “You brought balance.”

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And when Baby finally reappeared—damp hair clinging to glowing skin, hoodie tugged on halfway, markings still dimly visible under the fabric—he blinked at the quiet hush of the room.

“What’d I miss?”

“Nothing,” you said, patting the space beside you.

He flopped down next to you, arms draping over your lap like it was his favorite place.

“They like you,” he muttered.

“I like them.”

“I like you more.”

You kissed his temple, right where the markings flared faintly again.

“Yeah,” you whispered. “Me too.”

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Next Morning

The sun is barely up when you shuffle into the kitchen wearing Baby’s hoodie.

It’s too long on you. Still smells faintly like smoke and something citrusy and warm. You’re mid-yawn when—

“...You’re glowing.”

You blink.

Not you.

Baby.

He walks in behind you, half-asleep, completely shirtless, faint steam rising from his skin, and violet markings still very much visible all over his chest, shoulders, and neck. His eyes are a lazy shade of gold.

“Coffee,” he mumbles, walking straight past everyone and stealing Abby’s mug.

The room is dead silent.

Until—

“We get it, you’re in love,” Romance says, raising both eyebrows. “But do your marks have to sparkle at breakfast?”

“They’re not sparkling,” Baby grunts, sipping.

“They’re glowing,” Jinu corrects, not even looking up from his phone. “Soft bioluminescence. Very romantic.”

“He’s like a walking mood lamp,” Mystery adds.

“You're jealous,” Baby says without heat.

“A little,” Mystery admits.

You stifle a laugh, reaching over to tug down the hoodie hanging loosely off Baby’s shoulder. It doesn’t help much. The glow pulses anyway.

“You’re still lit up,” you whisper, biting back a smile.

“You’re still mine,” he murmurs back.

Romance makes a strangled gagging sound from the couch. “I just sat down. I don’t want to get pregnant from secondhand tension.”

Abby throws a pillow at him.

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Eventually, someone makes pancakes.

Eventually, Baby puts on a shirt (kind of).

Eventually, Mystery stops using the steam from his skin to steep tea.

But even as the day rolls forward and the teasing settles into something warmer—something real—you catch Jinu watching the two of you.

Not with suspicion.

With something like relief.

Because the boy with claws and smoke in his bones glows now.

And maybe that says everything.

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M-List

[guppiechuu]

smoke signals ★ ༄.° l.h.

plug!heeseung x fem!reader

length: 3k

warnings: smut (minors dni), dry humping, drug use (marijuana), kissing, shotgunning smoke, dirty talk

synopsis: rule #1: never fuck your plug. but it’s oh-so hard to remember this rule when your plug is sooo hot and soooo into you.

⤷ chuu's 💌 ── .✦ anon requested stoner!heeseung dry humping and as a DH connoisseur I HAD to oblige :)

——

You weren't supposed to be here.

You had one rule. Don't date your plug.

It was too messy. Too close. Too many girls who were angling for the same thing—twirling their hair round their fingers as they asked for favors, dragging their nails down his bicep, adding extra emojis and letters to all their text exchanges.

You didn't want to be part of the entourage that trailed after him, sliding into his lap at parties, stealing the blunt from his lips mid-conversation. Not your style.

The only problem? He didn't seem to care about any of those girls. He had his eyes on one person. You.

Heeseung had started inviting you over to smoke a few months ago. It was innocent enough—a joint and a movie, most of the time. He was generous enough to let you smoke for free, though it wasn't lost on you why he treated you with such glimmering hospitality.

He made it obvious how interested he was.

And you made it obvious that you were not.

At least, that's what you told yourself.

Heeseung's pursuit was admirable, and you liked the way his attention made you feel, but he probably invited all the girls he supplied to over.

Probably flirted with each one the way he did with you, watched them with the same lazy hunger in his eyes that always had you stumbling over your words. What, were you supposed to believe he'd never had a crush on a customer before? He did this with everyone. It wasn't special.

Even if you were the only person he ever rolled up for.

Even if he always let you hit first, eyes locked on the shape of your lips as you inhaled.

Even if he always sat a little too close when the lights were off.

You stuck to your side of the couch. Kept your arms crossed over yourself like it might stop the tension from boiling up every time he moved and you felt him brush against you.

And usually it worked.

Until tonight.

There was something about being there with him, the way he kept stretching out on the couch, finding reasons to brush up against you. Eyes lingering on you as he passed you the joint, fingers bumping yours on purpose.

"You look tired. Long day?"

You shrugged, trying to ignore the way he was staring. “Just work."

"You should relax.” His face was soft and easy, lips curving into that smirk he always wore around you. The one that said all you had to do was push, and he’d give completely. “I could help with that.”

You threw him a sideways glance, hollowing your cheeks as you inhaled. He watched, shifting slightly. He was always doing that—watching your mouth as you smoked, like he was living vicariously through the joints he rolled you.

Maybe that's why he was always so eager to offer them.

"I'm not one of your girls," You retorted, exhaling towards the ceiling.

He tilted his head. Like you were a challenge he was all too willing to take on. “Never said you were.”

"I'm not just gonna slide into your lap," You said, a little too sharply.

Heeseung grinned. "Didn't ask you to."

Silence.

You ignored him, struggling to decide between being annoyed and mildly turned on. His persistence was flattering, you could admit that much.

He just smirked a little, clearly amused at how easily he was getting to you. “You keep saying no, but you always come back."

Your mouth went dry.

"I like your weed," You muttered, trying hard to focus on the movie playing in front of you.

"Mhm." He was smirking. "You like something."

"Give it a rest," You said, throwing him a look. "I don’t fuck plugs.”

He raised his eyebrows, feigning surprise. "Never said anything about sleeping together either. Where's your head at today?"

Your cheeks burned. God, he was so annoying. He knew exactly what he was doing—teasing you into a corner and then pretending like he had no idea how you ended up there.

You turned back to the screen, jaw clenched, trying to ignore the way your body was buzzing.

It was maddening.

"Watch the movie," You said flatly, not meeting his eyes, which were still locked onto you.

"Rather watch you," He answered casually.

"Not gonna happen, Heeseung."

A blissful fog was beginning to creep into your head, softening all the sharp-edged inhibitions that you normally carried. You settled back into the couch, exhaling softly as your head swam, senses dilating.

Heeseung’s cologne wafted around you, sharp and sweet intermingling with the ashy scent of smoke. You felt the heat of his body beside you—several inches closer than he’d been at the start of the movie—and every subtle movement as he shifted in his seat.

He was fidgeting. Messing with the ring on his middle finger, bouncing his leg every now and then. Like he couldn’t focus.

"You're not gonna kiss me," He said flatly, almost like he was confirming it for himself.

"No," You answered. "I'm not."

"Right." He settled back, leaning against the cushions. “That's probably for the best."

You hummed, side-eyeing him. It was almost amusing, how badly he wanted you.

Part of you wondered what might happen if you relaxed just a bit. If you gave an inch, would he take a mile?

"If you did," He continued, casual, his eyes back on the screen. "I'd let you."

You rolled your eyes. "Oh, really?"

He took a drag. "I'd let you do anything you wanted." He parted his lips, smoke curling up from his mouth. Then he glanced at you, teasing. "Just thought you should know."

You turned your head, studying him. "Anything?" You asked, voice low, almost amused.

His eyes flicked to you. Quick. Hopeful. “Yeah. Wouldn’t even do anything back. I’d just, like, sit here. Then you wouldn’t be breaking any of your precious rules.”

It was half a joke. Half entirely serious.

You nodded, fingers trailing from your lap to his knee. He stiffened beneath your touch, brow quirking up as you leaned forward.

"Didn't realize you were so obliging to all your customers," You said, sliding your finger up the inseam of his sweatpants, knee to thigh.

He flattened his hands on the couch, throat bobbing as he watched your finger move. "Nah, just the ones I really like," He said breathily.

It was hilarious. Watching his muscles tighten under your touch, like he was trying to contain himself. His hands curled into the cushions beneath him, knuckles going white, and in your hazy state you found yourself wondering for the first time:

How far would he let this go?

"I mean... what if I did want to sit in your lap?" You tested, voice light.

His breath hitched.

"Just to try it," You added, glancing up at him. "Doesn't mean anything."

He took a shaky breath. "Y-yeah. Okay."

You smirked, voice dropping almost to a whisper. "And what if I kissed you? But only because you look kinda hot tonight. Not because I like you."

Heeseung let out a sound from the back of his throat, leaning back from your touch like it hurt. Your stomach flipped in delight at the dazed look in his eyes, the way his tongue kept darting out to wet his lips.

You leaned in even closer, palm flattening on his thigh. "Still just my plug," You whispered.

"Mhm," He answered, eyes on your lips like he wasn’t even listening to what you were saying.

You didn't wait for his permission. He'd already given that up months ago. You’d just always been too reserved to take it, scared that he’d find some way to gain the upper hand. Make you the one who was scrambling to gain back control.

Not this time.

You just shifted onto your knees, one hand on his shoulder as you swung over his lap. Easy. Confident. Like you'd done it a hundred times.

And oh, Heeseung had imagined it a hundred times—how you'd feel on top of him, your body flush against his as you sat yourself down in his lap.

Only, you didn't sit.

You hovered, legs on either side of his, fingers trailing down his chest in a way that made his head fuzzy. He stiffened under you, pupils dark and wide, lip caught between his teeth.

"Still gonna let me do whatever I want?"

His fingers dug into the couch cushions. "Course," He said, chest rising and falling beneath your hands. "I'm all yours."

You flashed a wicked smile, enjoying every second of this. You dropped an inch, pressing just enough for him to feel you through his sweats. He sucked in a breath, hands tensing.

"You're such a mess for me," You teased, fingers ghosting over the side of his neck.

He let out a laugh. "You're really enjoying this, huh?"

"Just a little."

He straightened, looking up at you with wide, desperate eyes. “We don’t even have to fuck.”

“Well, that’s a relief.”

“I won’t even touch you.”

“Really? Thank god.”

He growled, eyes on your lips like he wanted to devour them. “You get off on teasing me?”

Your eyes glinted. “I don’t get off on you at all. That’s kind of the point, isn’t it?”

You really thought you'd won. That you had him right where you wanted—Lee Heeseung, everybody's favorite plug, king of nonchalance—squirming under you, begging for just a taste.

Until he put his hands on your hips, his voice darkening.

"Sit," He said seriously. "All the way."

You flushed. "I thought you weren’t gonna do anything."

"I'm not. I'm telling you to."

You lowered the rest of the way, biting down on a sound in the back of your throat as you felt him dig into you. Already hard.

Heeseung’s body was humming. He'd been hard since he opened the door. Waiting to get you in this position all damn night. He groaned, digging his fingers into your waist.

"Wearing this fucking skirt, teasing me like you're the one in control. You're smoking my weed, aren't you?"

You flushed, head spinning at the pressure of him between your legs as you nodded.

"And you want more of it, don't you?"

You nodded again, trying not to squirm. He was pressed so deliciously against you, straining against the fabric of his sweats.

He grabbed the second joint he'd rolled from the table, tucking it between his lips and lighting it. "Then come get it," He challenged.

You glared at him, the heat rising to your cheeks. "You’re—"

"What?" He leaned forward, his hands sliding up your back. His chin brushed against your chest as he looked up at you, eyes glassy and red. “You climbed on top of me, remember? All I did was sit here."

When you didn't budge, he shrugged and sat back. "Stay there then," He said, drawing another cloud into his mouth. "Makes no difference to me."

You protested, folding your arms. "And watch you smoke the whole thing yourself?"

"Sure. Unless you're ready to admit what you want."

"I want the weed."

He hummed, blowing the smoke in a stream against your skin. His breath tickled your chest, sending goosebumps rising across your arms. "That all?"

You had half a mind to climb off him, to remove yourself from the situation before things reached the point of no return, when Heeseung looked up at you and asked,

"Ever tried shotgunning?"

Your eyes widened. "No."

He didn't wait for an answer. He inhaled again and leaned forward, his mouth ghosting over yours as he exhaled the smoke into your lungs, breath tickling your bottom lip.

You gasped, startled by the closeness, and inadvertently drew the smoke into your lungs.

He watched as you swallowed it, eyes glinting.

"Good girl," He said, exhaling the rest away from you.

Your stomach clenched. He might not have thought twice about the comment, but it sent a jolt of desire shooting through your stomach. You squirmed in his lap, desire welling between your legs.

"You liked that?" He asked, glancing up at you as you shifted on top of him. "Come here.”

He did it again, pulling you down on him as he breathed into your open mouth, hands firm on your waist. You swallowed the smoke down, chasing the heat of his lips every time he pulled away.

Your head was getting foggier. Thoughts messier. All you could focus on was the feeling of him underneath you. The pressure against you. The way he was pushing you down on his lap, hips curling up to meet yours just slightly. Just enough to make you crave more.

"Your turn," He said, passing you the blunt.

You rolled your eyes, cheeks warm. "Still trying to get me to kiss you?"

"Still pretending you don't want to?"

The weed was making him cocky. And bold. It pained you to admit that you liked it.

You took another drag and leaned forward, smoke hitting his bottom lip as you exhaled softly.

"I don't kiss dealers," You murmured, watching the vapor curl between your faces.

He laughed, breathless, eyes darting down to your mouth. "Right. And you don't sit in their laps either."

You answered by leaning back, drawing another inhale of smoke into your lungs. He watched, breathing hard, like the effort of keeping still was taking all his strength.

He brought a hand up to your face as you blew out, dragging his thumb against your lower lip to open your mouth. Smoke spilled out from behind your teeth, drifting to the ceiling.

“Love watching you smoke,” He murmured, eyes locked onto your lips like he was entranced. “Love your mouth. The way you move your lips. It’s driving me fucking crazy.”

You laughed lightly, pushing his hand away. “You use that one on all the girls?”

He nodded lazily, eyes locked on your lips. “Only the ones I really really like.”

Your stomach clenched. This time, when you leaned in with a mouthful of smoke, you pressed your lips fully onto his, breathing smoke into his lungs as his lips parted beneath you.

He swallowed, groaning as you opened your mouth against his. The sound made your head spin.

Your chest flattened against his as you leaned in, hips curling against his. His hands flew to your waist, a stuttered moan climbing up the back of his throat as you began grinding against him.

"Fuck, keep doing that," He hissed, glancing down between your bodies to watch as your hips dragged against him.

You couldn’t help it—you moaned, body flushed with the mix of weed and Heeseung's bulge pressing right between your folds. Your underwear was so wet, you might as well have not been wearing any.

Heeseung didn't seem to care that you were leaking all over him. He grabbed your waist and pulled you onto him harder, bucking up slightly as your cunt dragged over his hard-on.

His head tilted back. "Shit," He moaned, lips parting open. “Fuck, you gotta let me inside you. Y/n—“

You silenced him by kissing him again—no smoke, no excuse. Just your tongue sliding over his as you ground your cunt against his dick, body tensed with craving.

Soon, this wouldn’t be enough. Soon, you’d start wanting more. You knew it. He knew it. It was only a matter of time.

“We’re not fucking,” Heeseung insisted, lip caught between his teeth as he rolled his hips into yours.

He was on top of you now, pressing you into his couch like he was trying to get inside you without removing a single article of clothing.

You kept a tight grip on the fabric of his hoodie, knuckles white. “No, we’re not. And we’re not ever going to be,” You reminded him, unable to keep your head from falling back as the bulge in his sweatpants pressed right up against your throbbing cunt.

He growled, head dropping against his chest as his thrusts grew more frantic. Your stomach tightened into a coil of burning nerves, your thighs aching where they were clenched around his hips.

“Hmhh— fuck,” Heeseung whispered, as if he didn’t want you to know how much he was enjoying it. Like he was scared you’d tell him to stop if you did.

“Don’t stop,” You said, voice low with warning.

You’d taken things this far. No way you were walking out of his place empty-handed.

He whimpered, body flush against yours as he rubbed his dick against your pussy, marveling at the way you’d soaked the entire front of his sweatpants.

“Gonna make you cum,” He gritted out. Determined. “Gonna make you wish you’d wanted this sooner.”

“Don’t push it,” You answered, gasping as he leaned back, grabbing your hips and dragging you roughly up against his cock.

“Gonna make you beg for it,” He rambled, jutting his hips against yours sloppily, like he was a second away from the edge.

“Heeseung—“

“Fuck, you’re so bad.” He whined, ignoring your stuttered gasps. “Wanted to fuck you so bad, but you never let me. Still aren’t letting me. Why won’t you let me fuck you, y/n? Wanna make you feel good.”

You moaned, rolling your hips in his hands to chase the friction of his bulge wedged between your folds.

“Yeah, you feel good right now, don’t you? I’ll show you. You’re gonna come back begging for more.”

“Heeseung,” You cried, grabbing the back of his couch as your muscles tightened. Your legs began to tremble, your breaths growing short and harsh.

“Fuck—just like that. You want it bad, don’t you? God, you’re gonna be the first girl who’s ever made me cum in my fucking pants.”

You stuttered against him, tossing your head back as your pussy clenched painfully around nothing. He rammed his hips into yours, groaning as his cock twitched beneath his sweats.

He moaned, pressing a few last exhausted thrusts against you as he collapsed over you.

His breath was hot against your neck, chest heaving as he dug his fingers into the couch below you.

He pulled back, just enough to look at you, his eyes blown, cheeks flushed. You stared back, head spinning, brain struggling to catch up with what had just happened.

“So… about that rule…”

“Shut up, Heeseung.”

[miaufleur]

okok thank u sm :3 would you be able to make yumimain graphics?? good luck and feel free to decline if you struggle!! take ur time also :3 thank you in advance silly!!

-- ✧ done ! I could only make one , I'm so sorry :(