#୨୧ drabble

[velchronica]

blue lock boys’ perfect matches ( part i ) ♬~*.°₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ bllk

charas: isagi, bachira, chigiri, kunigami, reo (seperate, aged up/pro, fem!reader)

୨୧ * my personal hcs on who the bllk boys would fall in love with, how they’d meet and some scenarios unique to their relationships * just for fun -> nothing serious ໒꒰ྀིᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱ྀི১ * (part one/???)

isagi yoichi! ˖♡ ࣪‧♫ ₊˚໒꒱⋆✩

୨୧ * i feel like isagi would probably be the type who falls in love with the sports journalist interviewing him 😭 he’s such a football nerd & he’d defo suit someone who understands his passion, esp on a technical level. he defo rambles and borderline mansplains his tactics and plays to a sports journalist!s/o, but i also think he’s good at finding a decent work-life balance, so sports isn’t everything in your relationship.

୨୧ * isagi’s ability to separate his professional life aka his football ego/persona from his sweet irl personality would make him a green flag bf, bc he defo puts in as much effort into his relationship as he does football. he loves football, but he also loves his s/o just as much, if not slightly more, so while football is a prominent part in both your lives, it isn’t necessarily the defining factor in your relationship.

୨୧ * i also think isagi would date someone driven towards their own career, even if it’s not journalism. he defo would LOVE you in sporty clothing or leggings that show off ur thighs cos he has a canonical thing for those lmao. oh AND he’s the type who’s quite good with kids but has a level of awkwardness with them still, so watching his s/o struggle to interact with them would set him up for a laugh (w/ no ill intent, ofc). but if you’re really good with kids, no problem, because he’ll just watch you with sparkling eyes full of awe, heart swelling with unbridled affection.

୨୧ * he would defo be the perfect bf if you’re a picky eater cos he’ll find ways to work with your preferences but also encourage you to try new foods. the gentlemen who whisks you out everywhere to try new cuisine at nice restaurants and sneakily pays mid-meal during a ‘bathroom break’ so that when you attempt to pull your card out afterwards, he can simply smile and shake his head. goddamnit isagi. his argument is that growing up average and then getting propelled into wealth and fame means that he jumps at every opportunity to spoil you and show you off. you’re beautiful inside and out and he won’t treat you like anything less than a goddess.

bachira meguru! ˖♡ ࣪‧♫ ₊˚໒꒱⋆✩

୨୧ * bachira’s ideal s/o is either someone who loves retro 70s clothing, an indie band kid, or both combined. i feel like bachira’s goofy ass would go well with someone sweet, but not quite as hyperactive as himself. his ideal s/o is definitely either a bookworm or a guitarist, with no in between. he’s defo such a gremlin with you, either interrupting your peaceful reading sessions by being clingy and demanding cuddles, or asking you to play his favourite songs instead of the things you’re meant to be practicing.

୨୧ * bachira would go to every single one of guitarist!s/o’s gigs. he loves you so much, after all! you can hear his holler of your name over the crowds cheers as the speakers blare and your strings come to life. he’s not a memorisation-strong kind of guy, but he definitely knows all the lyrics to your favourite songs, and the lyrics to your originals, too. he has two versions of each one of your albums, one for the cd and one to add to the house-of-cd-cases-turned-shrine he has assembled somewhere in your apartment.

୨୧ * whereas with bookworm!s/o, bachira got his mom to teach him how to paint so that he could do those viral page-edge paintings. on your birthday, he gifts you hardback copies of your favourite books with intricate fore-edge paintings to match. if your favourite book has a movie or tv show adaption that you love, he definitely painted your favourite scene. although he’s not an avid reader, bachira will listen to your attempts to summarise a recently-read novel, even if he’s not quite following by halfway through.

୨୧ * he also only sporadically posts on his socials, but when he does, it’s usually random shitposts or spam posts of the two of you together. maybe at a gig or at a bookstore, but they’re all ‘artistically’ blurry. still, both of your smiles are clearly visible despite the lack of phone camera focus.

chigiri hyoma! ˖♡ ࣪‧♫ ₊˚໒꒱⋆✩

୨୧ * if you tell me this man wouldn’t date a a fashion magazine editor!s/o, you’re lying. he’s such a princess, and i can just imagine him as being a passionate fashionista as well, so i think he’d suit someone with a similar love for and knowledge of style. bring this man to fashion week please. actually, he probably met you there. he defo also impulse buys designer, whether it’s bags, clothes or just a pair of shades. he’s a diva like that /hj

୨୧ * shopping is a battle to the death between the two of you on which store to go in next. there’s not enough hours in the working day to account for your retail therapy sessions, given how long the two of you spend browsing the aisles together. at some point you panic, wondering where you’ve misplaced $500 of clothes, until your boyfriend rolls his eyes and shakes the bags he’s holding. you don’t even remember giving him the bags.

୨୧ * the two of you definitely rate and critique met gala outfits together. contrary to what most may believe, it is a NEED, not a want. when someone comes wandering onto the red carpet dressed in this year’s fashion monstrosity, just know that the two of you will be referencing it for days if not weeks, because really, how could anyone have the guts to go out wearing that?

୨୧ * just hope that you’re good with hair, because this fussy princess isn’t going to let you within ten feet of his if you have a brush in hand and you aren’t. his hair is his prized possession for all that he does the bare minimum to look as dazzling as he does, and chigiri would rather not ruin it. but if you’re good at elaborate and pretty hairdos, just know that his winding down comfort time is letting you try out new styles, strands of pink dancing over one another as they’re weaved into place by your fingers.

kunigami rensuke! ˖♡ ࣪‧♫ ₊˚໒꒱⋆✩

୨୧ * kunigami’s so highschool sweethearts-coded. maybe you started dating before blue lock and persevered through his change in persona, knowing full well that his kind and hardworking self was still present under the gruff, cold exterior. maybe he pined after you hopelessly for years until stumbling upon you years later. either way, he’s been madly in love with you since your high school days, and don’t think he’ll ever stop.

୨୧ * but like oh my god, this man would SO date a kindergarten (or elementary school) teacher!s/o. someone who is doting and good with kids, but is also hardworking and knows how to reward people efforts or work on their lack thereof. maybe it’s his superhero agenda but i think early years teachers are heroes in themselves, teaching young children valuable life lessons and basic skills and subjects, and therefore i think kunigami would really suit a teacher!s/o.

୨୧ * bring this man to meet your students and give them an assembly on how taking care of themselves plus hard work are the keys to fulfilling their dreams. the way these kids would be screaming because their sweet, humble teacher is dating football phenomenon kunigami rensuke, and he’s here to tell them that alcohol and nicotine addictions aren’t healthy. plus, eat your greens, kids. you’ll become a superhero in no time.

୨୧ * kunigami is either hopeless at cooking, five star michelin-worthy malewife chef material, or, the most boring option, the most mid chef of all time. ‘mid’ as in, he can put together a decent meal but nothing mindblowing, only occasionally tries to cook something new. i like to think that as the middle child, his older sister is a lost cause when it came to cooking, and his younger sister is quite the closet gourmet, so he knows how to cook pretty damn well. just know that after a long day, if he’s home earlier than you, you can expect an array of delectable dishes and the most delicious feast you can imagine waiting for you.

mikage reo! ˖♡ ࣪‧♫ ₊˚໒꒱⋆✩

୨୧ * i feel like reo would date someone who is far from having grown up well-off, maybe someone who grew up with difficult domestic circumstances, someone who’s fought tooth and nail to reach where they are today. for this reason, i feel like he’d date a corporate ceo!s/o. he admires how you’re both self-assured and self-made, and how your success bloomed from your own efforts and skill. to reo, who’s grown up with privilege and wealth without ever really having to try before he found football, he can’t help but find your work ethic and resilience attractive. they say confidence is attractive, after all.

୨୧ * he loves to spoil you, but he definitely doesn’t buy your love. while a good portion of his gifts to you do involve a waving of his black card, and are often designer, he also likes the authenticity of doing something for you. after all, with all the money in the world, he worries material goods may seem like half-assed presents that can’t even convey half of his feelings towards you. especially a ceo!s/o, because he’d hate for you to feel belittled by his love just because he was born into money. that won’t do at all! so now reo invests a lot of his spare time learning to do things himself, so that he can then do those things for you.

୨୧ * one of those things was pottery. prior to the two of you moving in together, he had been taking classes on ceramics and pottery so that he could surprise you with his hand-crafted and painted dining set. plates, mugs, bowls—each of them were painted with motifs relevant to places you’d been together. from the tropical beaches of bali, to the mountain views of peru and even the most famous italian vineyards—every plate was painted to bear some resemblance to the backgrounds of photos you’d taken at these locations. after all, reo is quite the globetrotter, because he loves going on adventures with you.

୨୧ * but sometimes the best days are days when you can laze about together. listen, reo’s always been the type of guy to never have a moment of rest. he always had so many things to do, because he was so good at everything that people usually required more of him. not that it was impossible for him, but it did mean a lot of his life was always scheduled out, busy and hectic. that’s why reo relishes in the moments where can relax in your arms, away from prying eyes, the paparazzi, the outside world—he loves how you can make a day full of nothing everything to him.

© velchronica 2024

[v1x3n]

thinking about trueform sukuna who loves overstimulating you to the max. you're riding him - well, not really. your sat up on his cock but two of his hands are gripping your hips, bouncing you up and down furiously.

one of his cocks, the bigger one, stretching out your poor pussy. reaching so deep, your stomach bulges out, showing the shape of his mighty cock. his other cock wasn't as bulky or tall as the other one, but it was still bigger than any other mans. that one was stuffed tight into your puckered hole, filling you up nicely. you couldn't get away from the pleasure as sukuna forces you to swallow his length over and over again. taking him whole was a hard thing but with a bit of force, you could do it.

the tongue that slides out from his stomachs mouth, licks a wet glob of spit on your clit, lapping at the small bud.

you whine loudly, tears brought to your eyes. you squirm, trying to get away as your legs shake angrily. "what's the matter?" his soothing words would have been nice despite his mocking grin that plasters his sweaty face.

you mumble out slurred words, while his two free hands are attached to your boobs. grabbing, grasping and pinching the skin. your nipples already swollen from the clamps he had clasped to them earlier. slight red glows at your sensitive nipples. you mewl loudly, tears dripping down your chin as you moan repetitively. your legs shake with a violent pace.

cum lashing out from your pussy, dripping down his cock as you squirt all over him. the mouth on his stomach seems to groan at the taste, lapping it up. his hands bounce you angrier, desperate the take every drip from in you.

your messy hair wafts around, sticking to your skin slightly. sweat covers you as your body is worn out from the past hour. "su-hah!" you moan out loudly. eyebrows pinching together.

"take it." he groans out, head falling back in laughter and pleasure. a hand that grips your hip harshly moves up to your stomach, pressing down hard. you whine as spurt out more liquid. "fucken messy girl."

[st4rfckerz]

clark’s 6’3 soooo yk 🙂‍↕️

“Been waiting all night for you, you know that?” As you pulled your shirt over your head, Clark's hands were already working at the buttons of his own shirt. He settled between your legs, the heat of his bare skin pressing against yours. He positioned himself at your entrance, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he fought to maintain control. With a single, powerful thrust, he sheathed himself inside you, stretching and filling you completely.

A guttural moan escaped his lips at the sensation of your tight cunt enveloping him. He paused for a moment, allowing you both to adjust to the intensity of the connection. Then he began to move, setting a relentless pace as he drove into you again and again. Clark's hands gripped your hips, holding you in place as he claimed you with a ferocity that bordered on desperation. His lips found yours once more, kissing you deeply, hungrily, as if trying to devour you whole.

Clark leaned back, pulling you with him as he shifted positions. He brought your hips up, angling your body so that he could drive deeper, hitting that sweet spot inside you with each powerful thrust. The new position allowed him to watch your face, to see the pleasure etched on your features as he claimed you. His hands gripped your thighs, spreading you wider as he pounded into you with increasing intensity.

“You're so pretty like this, so perfect.” He could feel your body tensing, your breath coming in short gasps. Clark's hips slowed slightly as he felt your body strain beneath him. “Are you okay?” he asked, concern lacing his voice. “Do you need me to stop?”

You shook your head, your breath coming in short gasps. “No, don't stop,” you managed to say. “It's just...so much.” A slow, satisfied smile spread across Clark's face.

“Takin’ me so well,” he panted, his hips picking up the pace once more. “Look at how deep I am.” His eyes ogled down to the bulge his cock was creating in your belly. With a low groan, he pressed his hand against it, feeling the hard length of himself moving within you.

His thrusts became more deliberate, more focused, as he chased his release. His hand remained on your belly, feeling the way your body yielded to his, taking every inch of him. “Give it to me baby, I wanna feel you cum.”

Clark felt your body clench around him, your inner walls pulsing and contracting as you reached your orgasm. Your cry of his name echoed in the room, a sound of pure ecstasy that made his dick twitch inside of you. Your release triggered his own, and with a final, powerful thrust, Clark buried himself deep inside you. His body tensed, his muscles coiling tight as he spilled thick ropes of cum deep within your aching cunt.

Clark rolled off of you, his body still humming with the aftershocks of his orgasm. He couldn't help the slick smile that spread across his face as he lay beside you, his eyes stared up at the ceiling.

His mind reeled back to the bulge he created in your tummy and the way his hand had pressed against your skin, feeling himself inside you. The affirmation wrapped around him like a warm coat, feeding a part of him he rarely acknowledged. He wasn’t one to dwell on vanity, but in that moment, he couldn’t help himself.

For once, he let his ego revel, if only for a little while.

[naomiarai]

smut ─── (18+)

thinking about morning sex with caleb; you straddling him as his large hands rest on your hips, drawing shapes as you squeeze his length buried inside of you. it’s only 6 in the morning, but could you really deny him, when his hard was pressed against you while sleeping?

caleb’s hands start to roam over your body, his fingers tracing patterns on your skin. he curses under his breath when you clench around him, swallowing thickly. you wrap your arms around his neck, pressing wet kisses to his jaw as he sighs in pleasure. “sweet little thing, squeezin’ me so tight, so early.” he mutters, a hand grabbing the plush of your ass, slowly moving you up and down his cock. you moan unbashedly at the drag of your walls, tits starting to bounce as he moves you faster.

soon his other hand finds the back of your thigh, gripping tight before thrusting up into you, setting a relentless pace. caleb watches with a grin as your mouth forms that pretty little ‘o’. “ooh-! mmm—” you moan out, toes curling into the sheets beneath you. you hear his breathy laugh near your ear as his tongue trails up your neck, sucking and kissing hungrily. “you’re so tight, hah— shit! don’ think i fuck you enough, do i?” he grunts out, sucking on your ear lobe.

“ca—leb! s-so good hnng-!” you whine loudly, the tip of his cock battering your cervix deliciously. the wet, lewd sounds skin slapping against skin fill the room, accompanied by your moans. caleb’s hand comes up until your throat, pressing down on it as he rasps, “y-yeah? feels good? god you’re so cute.” your eyes roll to the back of your head, your restricted breathing only fueling the pleasure given to you. the knot in your stomach tightens, thighs shaking as you become so so close to breaking, “m’ gonna come! fuck-! caleb—” you almost scream out, before you drench his cock in your release. but caleb still fucks up into you, slower, his face a picture of pure pleasure, “almost there, pips, just a little more.” he grunts, before spilling ropes of cum, painting your swollen walls white.

[jiwuu]

꒰ 𑄽୧ ꒱ 𓈒 𓈒 𓈒 jake as your cutest chalant nerd bf

0.4k── fmr x sim jake, est. relationship, fluff

Jake’s sprawled on your bed, his long limbs taking up way too much space, glasses sliding down his nose as he waves his hands in the air dramatically.

“I’m just saying,” he starts for the third time, “if you think about how gravitational time dilation actually works, technically, time is moving slower for astronauts in orbit. like by microseconds sure but it adds up.”

You blink slowly, curled up next to him with your cheek pressed into your pillow. “Jake.”

He pushes his glasses up with one finger, totally ignoring your flat tone. “And then, if you apply that to the twin paradox don’t even get me started. One twin ages slower in space? Insane. Wild.”

“Jake,” you try again, softer this time.

“Also! Did you know the equations behind this stuff? Like, literal Einstein math. I feel sick. Look—” He rolls over, reaching for his phone, probably to pull up a diagram or something cursed.

You sit up slowly, leaning over him, your hand reaching for his glasses.

“Hm?” he hums distractedly as you gently pull them off his face and place them on the nightstand.

“Are you even breathing between facts?” you tease.

Jake finally looks up at you, eyes wide and sparkling behind where his glasses used to be, a slightly dazed look on his face like he just realized he’s been talking non-stop for 30 minutes.

“Was I being annoying?”

You smile, brushing a thumb over the soft skin under his eye. “No,” you murmur. “You’re just really cute when you nerd out.”

His ears go red instantly. “I am not cute—”

But you’re already leaning in, pressing a light kiss to the corner of his mouth. He stutters into silence.

“W-what was that for?” he mumbles, blinking up at you.

“For being the smartest most cutest dork I know.”

He exhales, lips twitching into a shy smile. “You’re just saying that cause I talk too much.”

You kiss him again—this time, right on his mouth. It’s soft, warm, and leaves him breathless. His hand finds your waist, holding you gently, his other hand still clutching his phone like he forgot it was even there.

“…Can I tell you about black holes next?” he whispers against your lips.

You laugh, forehead resting against his. “Only if you keep kissing me between the facts.”

Jake’s smile grows, nerdy and smug and totally lovesick. “Deal.”

© jiwuu, all rights reserved.

letters from author ୨୧ i love chalant nerds the epitome of my type

[deathofacupid]

sukuna doesn't like to be apart from you. actually, no, scratch that, he hates it. in fact, he doesn't even like when you leave the estate grounds. if he had it his way, you'd be ensconced in his chambers, a permanent fixture, forever within his sight.

alas, he rarely has it his way. in almost every instance, you trump him, a fact he begrudgingly acknowledges. he doesn't like it, but it's the reality of your dynamic. so, if you won't stay with him, he’ll simply stay with you.

well, what does that mean in practice? it means that when you're out with your friends, embarking on a marathon shopping spree from mall to mall, there's a perpetually grumpy, practically seven-foot, beefy man trailing behind you. and, to further emphasize the absurdity of the situation, he sports comically pink hair.

it is, as most people would readily agree, a sight to behold. especially when the two of you are so diametrically opposed in aura. you, giggling, hands flying animatedly, eyes wide with glee, a picture of youthful exuberance. he, a towering figure, perpetually frowning, arms crossed tightly over his chest, a monument to stoic disapproval.

but, you’ve never been one to leave anyone out, even those who radiate an aura of barely contained irritation. so, naturally, you extend the same courtesy to your boyfriend, even when he acts like a particularly large, pink-haired gargoyle.

"baby?" you ask him, twirling around in the mini-dress, the fabric swirling around your legs in the cramped confines of the changing room. "do you like this one? my friend said i could do better," you pause, scrutinizing your reflection in the mirror, "but i think i like it."

"what does your friend know?" he mumbles, his voice a low rumble that vibrates through the thin walls of the changing room. "you look like a fucking goddess. it's on me, actually."

"oh," you smile, genuinely surprised by his sudden generosity. "you don't need to."

"no, i don't. but i need to be the one taking it off," he replies, a certain glint in his eyes.

you flush, a wave of heat rising in your cheeks, and clap your hands over his mouth, effectively silencing him. "shh! my friends are right there!"

he bites your hands, a playful nip, and you snatch them away, glaring at him. "you're the one who brought me along," he snickers, a low, throaty sound.

you don't miss a beat, your eyes sparkling with playful defiance. "you're the one who couldn't just stay home alone," you retort, a knowing smirk playing on your lips.

and, yeah, you two are the oddest couple, it's plain to see. even the saleslady, standing off to the side, watching the interaction with wide-eyed fascination, is mildly shocked.

not just at the sheer incongruity of the scene, but at how you can get such a large, intimidating… guy like him to full-out giggle, a low, rumbling sound that seems utterly out of character. really, it's simply the fact that sukuna doesn't like to be apart from you, a truth that overrides all his attempts at stoicism.

[beaucate]

part two / master list.

𐙚⋆˙˚◞ OBLIVIOUS!READER who always watched clark from a distance, a frown visible on the rosy plush of her lips as his eyes strayed away from her own. he never watched her, and how could he when lana lang was always beside her, capturing the farmer boy’s attention with ease.

OBLIVIOUS!READER who can’t see the way clark’s drift towards the side of her face when she isn’t paying attention. his breathing rapid, and palms clenching his locker so it bent under the tips of his fingers.

OBLIVIOUS!READER not noticing the glances mr. and mrs. kent would share whenever she came over, watching as their son’s eyes widened and his words spluttered as she asked for his mother’s apple pie recipe.

OBLIVIOUS!READER who doesn’t catch the way clark’s lips part ever so slightly when she laughs on the outside benches of school. the sound seeming to unravel him entirely, zoning out when the laces of her skirt lift slightly above her thighs. she assumes he’s just zoning out, daydreaming about the green eyed brunette who sat along her — but in truth, his thoughts are consumed by her, and the way the sun light dances in her eyes.

OBLIVIOUS!READER who brushes off the way clark insists on carrying her books, his hand brushing hers as he does, leaving her cheeks burning red and heart pounding louder than she’d like. she convinces herself it’s just because he’s a gentleman, a farm boy raised by the kindest of people in town; not realising how much it takes for him to steady his superhuman heartbeat every time her lashes flutter his way.

OBLIVIOUS!READER who never questions why clark’s excuses to spend time together are, if anything, endless — offering her rides to school, and staying late to help her study for exams.

OBLIVIOUS!READER who doesn’t realise she’s the reason clark’s nights are sleepless, watching her home from afar in the comfort of his barn, his mind replaying every rise of her chest and shudder from the cold. he swears her perfume lingers in the air longer than it should.

OBLIVIOUS!READER who catches clark watching her once —just once — and dismisses it, thinking he must be distracted by something behind her. meanwhile, clark’s heart is lodged in the base of his throat, and he’s trying not to panic at the idea of her realising his gaze was drawn to her pouty mouth.

OBLIVIOUS!READER who can’t explain why mrs. kent always smiles teasingly at her when she visits the farm, or why mr. kent’s chuckle feels a little too amused every time his son fumbles his words around her. she assumes they might be picking on her — though theyre too nice; but what could possibly be the reason?

OBLIVIOUS!READER who doesn’t realize clark’s awkward stammers and shy smiles aren’t just his usual charm — they’re reserved for her. and when his hand accidentally brushes hers and she pulls away, muttering an apology, clark wonders if she’ll ever see just how much his mind has memorised the lines etched on her palms.

❀˚ dividers by @/ fairytopea

[riddleswhcre]

────۶ৎ so pretty when you cum for me.

you’ve never done this before, but tom has all the patience in the world. at least, until he doesn’t.

warnings: smut, virgin!reader, first time sex, praise, tom being controlling but sweet about it.

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ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝

tom’s always been patient, but this? this is something else. he’s got you spread out beneath him, skin hot to the touch, lips swollen from his kisses, and he’s barely even started.

"you’re shaking," he murmurs, voice like silk, fingers ghosting over your thighs. "is that nerves, or anticipation?"

you can't answer. not properly. not when he’s pressing the tip of his cock against you, teasing, dragging it through your slick folds but not giving you what you really need.

"please," you whisper, voice fragile, breathless.

his eyes darken, and for once, he doesn’t make you beg. doesn’t make you work for it. instead, he tilts your chin up, forcing your gaze to meet his.

"breathe," he orders, and then he’s pushing in—slow, so slow, letting you feel every single inch as he stretches you open for the first time.

the burn is sharp at first, a sting that makes you tense, makes your fingers clutch at his arms. he stills immediately, chest rising and falling with deep, controlled breaths as he lets you adjust.

"it’s alright," he soothes, brushing his lips over your temple, your cheek, your jaw. "you can take me, love. just relax."

you nod, even though it’s hard, even though every nerve in your body is wound tight. but he’s patient—so achingly patient—rolling his hips just enough to ease himself deeper, giving you time to feel the stretch turn into something else. something good.

"you’re doing so well," he murmurs, voice almost reverent. "feels good, doesn’t it?"

you exhale a shaky breath, nails dragging down his back, and he groans at the sensation. he pulls back—just a little—before thrusting in again, this time filling you completely, bottoming out with a hiss through his teeth.

"fuck," he grits, cock throbbing inside you. "you’re so—tight—"

the fullness is overwhelming, the way he fits inside you almost too much, but the slight movement makes pleasure spark up your spine, replacing discomfort with something sweeter.

his hands find your hips, fingers digging in just enough to hold you still. he grinds against you, deep and slow, watching your face carefully for any hint of discomfort.

and then, when your legs tremble around his waist, when a soft whimper escapes your lips, his control frays completely.

he thrusts, measured but firm, pulling back just to slide in again, and the pressure makes your breath stutter, makes your fingers cling to him.

"so pretty," he mutters, almost to himself, as he rolls his hips again. "so perfect—"

his hand slips between your bodies, fingers finding your clit, rubbing slow, deliberate circles. the pleasure builds faster than you expect, your body tightening around him, nails raking down his back as the coil inside you snaps.

he groans as you clench around him, as your body trembles, as you cum with his name on your lips for the first time.

but not the last. never the last.

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝

thank you for reading. reblogs & feedback appreciated.

[heetr]

giving head to wonnie 😞💓

💌 answering my prayers rn.

it would start off really sweet and soft. you’re cuddled up on the couch for a movie night—finally a night where the two of your are finally together with no distractions. his hand gently caressing your thigh as he was focused on the movie. slow, teasing strokes against your skin, only getting closer to your shorts.

you paid it little mind as jungwon was always this touchy but this movie—had quite a few scenes in it. scenes that made him excited, aroused in a sense. “don’t you wanna recreate that one day?” he randomly spoke up, you raised your eyebrow. “she’s on her knees.” you laughed.

“exactly,” you finally looked at him, his eyes were dark and filled with lust, it made you nervous. skin getting the chills in almost an instant. “you know what i want.” you were someone who jungwon said matched his freak. he seemed so innocent with that cute dimple and pretty eyes, but little did anyone know—he was a horny monster.

he leaned back against the chair, legs spread a bit and all you could see was the tent between his legs. and my god, did that make your mouth water. “just a quick one.” you slipped between his legs, tugging his shorts and boxers down, freeing him from the tight piece of clothing. 

“look at me, got me all worked up.” you only smiled, taking him between your lips instantly. his body shifts swiftly, the movie now becoming background noise. your head bobbed steadily—jungwon biting his lip as he caressed your cheek. encouraging you to take more of him—“that’s right, just like that.” his hands now locking in your hair, taking a firm grip to help guide you along his swollen cock.

quiet groans leaving his mouth—oh how you loved seeing him like this. falling apart so soon over your throat. “don’t you love it.. being on your knees for me. making me feel like this..” he edged you, “letting me use this pretty mouth. fuck.” he dragged out—head tilting back and hips slowly grinding up into your mouth.

the movie was long forgotten and the sounds of sloppy sucking and distorted moans filled the living room of your shared apartment. “fuck i’m so close—you’re gonna swallow all of it right pretty? don’t waste a single. drop.” he said between thrusts into your mouth—how you loved when he fucked your throat.

[silknspice]

ARCANE CHARACTERS AS ROMANCE TROPES

⎯ ୨୧ pairings: vi x reader, jinx x reader

⎯ ୨୧ content: pure fluff, mentions of alcohol, lying, swearing, first love and fake dating tropes used, lowercase intended, not proofread

vi ⎯ fake dating

fake dating! vi       who made the bet with you at one of jayce’s frat parties. she and caitlyn were officially over, the woman turning to the warmth of maddie to prove that she’d “moved on”, which made vi look like the loser. she couldn’t stand that. getting with the woman she told vi “not to worry about” was low. the only thing to do was go lower- or rather higher. you were caitlyn’s kryptonite. intelligent, charming, fashionable, every time you were around during your friend group’s hangouts she clung onto vi’s arm as if you were a magnet and she was the strongest metal. as if when she let go, vi would fly away and straight into your arms. 

fake dating! vi       who approached you while your other friends were occupied, going in with nothing but a red solo cup, cocky smile, and a dream. she soon realized that you’d be a challenge to crack, resorting to begging. 

“c’mon pretty!” the pinkett pleaded, moving every which way around you as you continuously turned your body to avoid her gaze. only when she took your plastic cup and held it higher than you could reach, your bodies inches apart as she gazed down on you, did you cave. 

“fine, you baby!” you huffed out with a big exhale. the girl paid the diss no mind as she lowered her arm, leaning in to whisper despite the loud party atmosphere. her words tickled the side of your ear, and you could practically sense her shit-eating grin. 

“i’ll make it worth your while.”

it’s not that you didn’t want to say yes at the first sound of the question. it was the reason why this bet came to be that made your stomach turn. after some instagram stories, lots of pda, and almost everyone on campus whispering about the two of you, caitlyn would be crawling back to vi in no time. she’d have the power back. at least that’s what she thought. 

it wasn’t the acting that worried you, it was your true feelings. 

fake dating! vi       who doesn’t understand why you’re so uptight about the situation. you invite her to your house sunday, a piece of loose leaf paper and a pink sharpie on the coffee table. on the top:  “ ୨୧ rules ୨୧ “ in your pretty handwriting. 

“rules?” she snorted, arms resting on the top of the couch while she leaned back into the plush throw pillows. you sat opposite of her on the ground, her wide man spreading right in front of you making your head fuzzy. 

you look down at your decorated paper and back up at the girl with perfectly furrowed brows. “of course? what, you thought you were just gonna have your way with me?” 

a smile quickly grew on the girl’s face, stifling a laugh at your unfortunate word choice. 

“you know what i mean!” you whined, picking up the sharpie and uncapping it. “you’re chaotic. i need some guidelines so you don’t throw me into some absolutely heinous situation.” 

fake dating! vi       and you who agreed to the following terms after a very unproductive hour of talking: no telling anybody that this is fake (ESPECIALLY POWDER, blabbermouth), watch 10 things i hate about you together (vi hasn’t seen this!?!), yn comes to all of vi’s hockey games and after parties, and no tongue when kissing. vi groaned and debated with you for 15 minutes after you suggested the last one. you claimed there was ‘no need’ for it, she claimed no tongue wasn't convincing anyone that you were a serious couple. finally, you put a question mark next to the rule. you’ll just have to revisit that one later. 

fake dating! vi       who shifted in her seat, patting her lap twice in an unbothered manner once you completed the list.

“okay, c’mere.” 

you looked up from the paper you were folding, brows furrowing in confusion. “‘scuse me?” the girl didn’t repeat herself, staring at you expectantly. you stood, walking around the coffee table cautiously and standing in between her legs with your hands on your hips. 

fake dating! vi       who scoffed and pulled you into her lap, having you straddle her with her hands on your hips while you looked at her as if she had five heads. “listen, we’re gonna have to do a bunch of shit in front of cait,” she started. “right..” you followed up, waiting for the explanation. “so, we need to practice. you know, so that you don’t freeze up or somethin’.” you scoffed, shoving her shoulder. “i’ve kissed people before vi, sorry to burst your bubble.” she grinned at that, tilting her head up at you. 

“yeah, but you’ve never kissed me, honey.” 

fake dating! vi       who got a little carried away when practising your “fake” passionate kisses, mumbling little quips like “no no, like this” and “restart, you’ve gotta act more natural”. what was supposed to be a fast practice kiss ended up lasting 15 minutes. you ended up fixing your rules list one last time.  no tongue when kissing?  tongue is fine

fake dating! vi       who leaves one of her clean jerseys at your house. when gameday comes, you, mel, and powder spend the hour before the game getting ready for your lovers. jersey clad bodies, blue and white ribbons in your hair (your school colors of course), and eye black on your cheekbones, except yours was pink (for obvious reasons). 

fake dating! vi       who’s brain short circuits when she first spots you in the stands, and again when she, ekko, and jayce meet with you girls after the game. seeing her in uniform, all aggressive and cocky out on the ice had you all but drooling in the stands. seeing you all dressed up in her attire got a rise out of her, and a different rise out of caitlyn as she stormed out of the locker room and past the six of you. you gave each other grins and a high five to mask the cheesy smiles accompanying your faces as you admired each other.

fake dating! vi       who takes your hand at the crowded after party, pulling you through the drunken community and up the stairs to one of her teammates rooms. you’re utterly confused as she shuts the door behind you both and reaches over her head to pull her compression shirt off. 

“the hell are you doing?” you stare straight at vi with wide eyes, but don’t dare to cover them. 

“jayce said he’s sending caitlyn up here for somethin’,” she started, finally peeling the form fitting black fabric off of her body. she looked to you, eyes flicking down then back up. “well? what are you waiting for? strip.” she spoke in too calm of a manner, like she was concealing her true tone underneath. 

“oh you’re crazy.” you shake your head, not moving as vi moves over to you. “just-  take off your clothes! i just want her to think we were gonna do it.”  

you look at her as if her previous five heads had grown to ten, grabbing the hem of your cropped top and pulling it over your head. at the sound of footsteps down the hall, you rushed to the bed, vi laying back and your body sitting atop hers. warm skin smushed together. glossy eyes admiring each others bodies as pupils unknowingly dilate. vi wondered what would happen if she unhooked the clasp of your bra that she was fiddling with. you wondered when the day would come where she begged to unclasp it. 

“just like we practiced, honey?” she asked with her sweet and soft voice, foreign to everyone but you as your lips locked and the door swung open. 

fake dating! vi       who didn’t realize how clear her conflicting feelings were until her sister teased her on a saturday morning at ekko’s house. “i see the way she looks at you, and the way you admire her when you think no one’s looking. you’ve got it baaad, sis.”

fake dating! vi       who has been falling for you more and more ever since this stupid deal began. she’s building the courage to let you know just how much you mean to her and make you her real girlfriend. 

jinx ⎯ first love/teenage love

first love! jinx     who became infatuated with you when she saw you at practice for the first time, whether you cheer, play a sport, or dance. the way you bit your lip in focus, the way you move in your element, and the sweat that had your attire clinging to you made her brain go completely numb.

first love! jinx     who pretended not to know you as ekko introduced you, asking if the three of you could be partners for a science project. she’d already stalked your instagram and had it ready to follow as soon as she left the classroom. 

first love! jinx     who wasted no time getting comfortable with you. movie nights at her house, late night drives, and the parties. she partied more than one should, saying that’s “what highschool is all about”. she, ekko, vi, caitlyn, mel, jayce, and you all spread out in caitlyn’s glamorous bedroom from the plush bean bags to the girl’s bed, pregaming, chatting, and getting ready for the night. 

first love! jinx     who always had you do her makeup when going out, claiming it was to “practice the abstract things” you were too afraid to do on yourself. for her, it was the perfect chance to have you close. her hands rested on your hips and moved to the small of your back as you straddled her. your soft fingers cupped her chin gently to hold her face still while you coated her lashes with mascara. she absentmindedly traced meaningless patterns on the skin exposed by your cropped top, never daring to take her eyes off of you. 

“all done!” you exclaimed, holding up the mini compact mirror for the bluenette to admire herself. 

“you’re an artist toots, always makin’ me look s’ pretty.” the girl wrapped her arms further around you, causing you to giggle while she embraces you with a cheeky grin.

“damn, you smell good,” she whispered, just soft enough to share the thought with you and make you melt. 

first love! jinx     who confessed by accident when you resided in your favorite spot: the rooftop. you were babbling about college and all of your hopes and worries for the future. everything was changing so fast, and you just wanted to know it was all going to be okay. 

you shifted in your position, body tense as you lay facing the ombre sky. “you just gotta promise me that even if we don’t go to the same university, we’ll both call each other all the time and try to visit as often as possible. oh, and you have to-” the girl stopped you with a hand to the cheek, gently moving your face to look her in the eyes. she was laid on her side to have you in her full view. “you worry too damn much,” she said in a tone foreign to her. it was gentle and almost breathless, like she didn’t want to scare you away. “you’re not gettin’ rid of me that easy. not when I love you this much.” 

the reason for the shock on your face and the gasp from your soft “o” shaped lips didn’t register until she thought back on her words, face morphing into one of horror and worry. what would you say? did she just screw things up? 

“...took you long enough.” you whispered through a grin, placing a hand atop hers on your cheek. 

first love! jinx     who, once you’re dating, loves sneaking into your room late at night. you’d say good night to your family, put on a special pair of pajamas and lie under the covers awaiting the soft knock at your window. once shes there you hop out of bed, racing to your window and deny opening it for just a moment to tease her out in the cold of night. 

first love! jinx     who loves having you all to herself. once inside, her arms immediately find their way around your waist and don't let go until you reach your bed. she only releases for a moment before pulling you under the covers and onto her lap, her hands sliding up your shirt and lips finding the sweet spot on your neck. to her, keeping you quiet all night is some fun challenge. 

first love! jinx     who always forgets to leave before sunrise, resulting in you both waking up in a panic when your parents knock at the door. you quickly shout out “just a minute!” hushed, frantic whispers follow before she hides under your bed or inside your walk-in closet, doing her best to suppress her giggles of adrenaline. 

this was supposed to include ekko and cait too but i got way too carried away, love my girls <33

©silknspice

[simonskitty]

cw: (legal) age gap mention

nanami having naughty thoughts about the new girl at work :( disgusting perverted man.

Kento Nanami appears very professional and competent every day at the office, but during his lunch breaks, he retreats to the bathroom to pleasure himself while thinking of your face. He’s obsessed with a lovely young woman like you, fresh new prey that he can only fantasize about sinking his teeth into. It makes him sweat beneath the impeccably pressed dress shirt and tie that was prim and suitably steamed before being tossed onto his body for the morning.

And oh how he hopes you would simply ruin it all, crumple it like the delicate creases that adorn him when you flash that delightful smile each day upon entering the office. He appears to be the paternal kind. But unfortunately for you, that is not really the case. :( The urge to tear off your clothes at any time makes him appear a bit more sinful than he would ever admit.

For the time being, he will manage with what he possesses. Form-fitting pencil skirts that wrap around the curve of your ass, tightly enough that his eyes are blessed with the outline of your underwear when you turn around, seemingly unaware, to aid him in whitening his thighs every day at 12:30 pm. Streams of come, draining him completely, simply envisioning your small delicate fingers curling around the blonde tufts of soft pubic hair, and extracting every drop, finishing it off with a kiss on his tip. He will continue to dream, that is.

One day, you both will unexpectedly meet in the copy room—coffee breath lingering in the heavy, passionate atmosphere. Where you both are in your official work attire soon to be discarded, the printer long forgotten along with the copies of whatever you two had needed beforehand. Stretching your tiny jaws open to stuff his tie in, hushing you gently as he writhes into you from behind. Skirt pulled up your ass and thighs, awaiting to turn red and sore from the spanks his perverse paws will leave. Abandoning you with a sticky glob of drool trickling from your chapped lips, down your sweaty chin, and onto the wood you rest on. His tie causing you to froth at the mouth, and forcing you to get air to your lungs by nose.

However, that is just a dark fantasy that he’ll continue to dwell on in the men’s stall. His belly left empty from missing his lunch, as was his cock which had been drained to the last drop. Kento knows it’s wrong ૮꒰◞ ˕ ◟ ྀི꒱ა. It’s illicit to look at his fellow coworker (much younger) coworker like that. But, he simply doesn’t stop, despite the overwhelming, heart-eating guilt that erects inside his soul. And he won’t until he gets his fill. He’s fully aware that its immoral to fantasize about bumping into you in the copy room, catching you all alone and vulnerable. But, he longs to have his way with you, to manhandle you, throw you over the table, or maybe over his knee for a change of position (?), rip your newly purchased blouse and have his way with you. Just like he’s rehearsed in the depths of his brain since the first morning you clocked in.

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[velchronica]

the little things ♬~*.°₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ blue lock

he’s not the best at the whole ‘talking about your feelings’ thing, or at least not the romantic side of it, but he loves you in subtle ways of his own

content: fluff, established relationship, aged up characters, gn!reader, sfw

wc: 0.8k

he typically walks fast. he takes quick, long strides and seems to cover twice the walking mileage that most people do in the same amount of time. damn him and his long legs.

but while he very much can walk that fast, and it’s probably more comfortable for him, he doesn’t. instead, he strolls idly by your side, fingers intertwined, without a care in the world. if he begins to pace ahead, he notices almost immediately, and slows back down, his footsteps matching your own.

you don’t even realise he does it, because his expression remains completely deadpan. you don’t notice his quick glance down at the pavement, or how naturally he falls into step with you. never straying too far from your side has become second nature to him. after all, he belongs with you, although it’s way too embarrassing to tell you that out loud. he’s not the verbally romantic type to begin with, so don’t expect him to go around broadcasting stuff like that.

when you’re out buying groceries at the store together, he sneaks in more of your favourite snacks to buy, even when you’ve sufficiently stocked up on them in the cart. even if he hates your favourite food—whether it’s the smell, the texture or just the taste itself that he despises so vehemently—the last thing he’ll do is deprive you of it. you shouldn’t feel obligated to not get the stuff you want just because he doesn’t like it.

while you’re browsing the aisles, he makes sure you’re always within his field of view, lest you get lost looking for a specific item. when you reach the refrigerated sections, he comes up behind you as you push the trolley together, his hands over yours on the handle bar, huddled up like penguins. he doesn’t want to see you shivering in the cold, even for a minute, and he doesn’t care if people give them odd looks as you point out a product from between his arms and the trolley.

and when you get to the counter and gasp, fretting that you’ve forgotten something, he sighs and almost rolls his eyes, but he still goes running to grab it before you get to the front of the queue. he runs like he’s on the pitch, sprinting past broke college students, off-work corporate workers, elderly couples, newlyweds, parents with brooding teenagers—everyone in the supermarket. everybody’s now openly gawking at the renowned footballer running through the store like he’s headed for the winning goal of the world cup, trainers squeaking against the tiled floor. he snatches two bottles of scented detergent from the shelf before turning on his heel and immediately heading back to you at record speed.

though he didn’t even break a sweat, and made it back to you with incredible haste, his heart flutters when you grin, taking the bottles from his hands and placing them on the conveyor belt. “i’m lucky to have you, aren’t i?” you laugh as he grumbles, taking you into his arms. “thanks, darling.”

and when he’s running late back from practice, he thinks of you as he’s driving home and pulls into the parking lot of your favourite coffee shop. he knows your order down to the smallest details of the random extras you like to ‘spice up’ your drink, so he orders that alongside a snack he knows you’ll like before heading back to the car.

upon hearing him unlock the door, you immediately get up to greet him and help take his stuff off him to put away. propping yourself up on your tiptoes to give him his daily welcome home kiss, you are pleasantly surprised by him handing over your freshly-made order. you resist the urge to tackle him, since he’s in the process of taking his shoes off at the door, so instead you opt for throwing yourself at him and smothering him with kisses, which is still an affectionate assault, but shhhh, neither of you are complaining.

“you didn’t have to, baby,” you say, beaming, “but thank you.”

he fails miserably at hiding his flushed cheeks. “it’s only ‘cos i feel bad keeping you waiting for me at home.”

“not ‘cos you love me, then?” you harrumph, pouting playfully, only for him to slither his arms around you and wrap you up in a bear hug.

“well, that too,” he relents, clicking his tongue.

“would you be willing to say it yourself, then?” you tease.

“no.”

“please?”

“(y/n).”

“mhm? alright, then,” you say, wryly, playfully prying him off you. “i see how it is.” you turn to walk away when he pulls you back into him, not done with you yet. he buries his face in your shoulder, the action muffling the embarrassing confession that he begrudgingly allows you the privilege of hearing.

“love you.”

you grin. “i love you too, baby.”

— ITOSHI RIN, (wc!)kunigami rensuke, itoshi sae, NAGI SEISHIRO, barou shoei + your fav!

© velchronica 2024

[v1x3n]

nanamis whose been working overtime loads recently, trying to save enough money for a beautiful wedding. he often comes home tired and dazed, you know how the schedule goes.

you run a soft hand down his clothed chest, feeling the tired, tight muscles underneath. you murmur a softer, "missed you."

to which he grumbles something under his breath then smiles smally, "missed you too.." he lets a silence pass, a comfortable one, as your hands roam his chest and his hands roam your hips. "help me undress?" he suggests.

youve never gotten him out of his clothes faster, showing off his damp muscles, his large thighs, just his entire body was gorgeous to you. he guides you towarss the bed lazily, pushing you into the sheets, letting then swarm you. his eyes droop as he collapses ontop of you, "fuck, you smell good."

you breathe out a laugh as he picks himself up to undress you. he trails his fingers down your body, his mouth does the same. kissing along your skin, right over your stomach pudge then down to your thighs.

hastily dipping his fingers into the hems of your underaeae and throwing them aside. you gasp at the air hitting your glistening pussy. your eyebrows knitting together as you let out a deep breath. "can i?" he mumbles, kissing a small peck to your inner thigh. using his large hands to part your legs and get comfortable lent to press a smaller peck to your needy lips.

you nod once. "words, pretty."

"yes, please." you beg politely. his lips connect to your small bud, instant pleasure jolts through you and escapes with a loud gasp, "oh!"

kento sloppily kisses your clit, the small thing shining pink and hard. she twitches as he presses his tongue against you. he groans in your whines and whimpers, your hand burries itself in his hair - growing more soft groans from him. gently pulling on the strands, you moan out as his tongue travles downwards, past your sloppy folds and through to your juicy hole.

he slurps your wetness in a loud sound, salivating over the taste. you mewl loudly, your eyes rolling back in an instant.

god.

he tugs his nose into your clit as he licks your hole, stimulating both at the same time. he loves the way your legs twitch. fuck. he loves the way you taste, the way you sound, the way you look - fucking all five senses! then his licks grow faster and he dips the tip of his tongue into your tightness.

your orgasm is right on the brink, you can feel it. the coil twisting - about to explode. just a little more...

"oh, fuck, ken!" you breathe, teeth holding onto your bottom lip, scoring blood. then his tongue haults. "...ken?" you mumble, your body twitches in anticipation.

after a second of silence, orgasm vanished and you peak down to see him almost drooling onto the sheets. dead asleep.

his hair messy, naked, sleeping in between your legs. your hole tightens in the slightest. tou run a hand over his hair and let out a sharp breath. he looked perfect, his parted lips, his sloped nose, his sculptured face.

you wish you could be mad at the lack of orgasm but hin sleeping was far too cute. youll let him off with a warning.

[st4rfckerz]

“We can’t go all the way, Clark.” Your tone was tense, torn between caution and need.

“Just the tip, I swear. I won't...I won't go all the way.” He took a shuddering breath, trying to rein in his urgency. “I just need to feel you.” His hands gripped your hips, thumbs rubbing soothing circles into your skin as he fought to maintain control.

He moved slowly but steadily, inch by inch, so you could get used to his size. A soft gasp escaped his lips as he felt your walls flutter around the tip of his dick. He paused for a second, knowing that if he moved anymore he’d bust right then and there.

After remaining still for a moment, he finally started to move. He rocked his hips in a gentle rhythm, swollen tip sliding in and out of your warm, sticky cunt with deliberate, controlled strokes. But as he continued to move inside of you, feeling how wet you were just for him, he could feel his resolve weakening. His fingers dug into your flushed skin as he held you close, pulling your body against his so he could bury himself deeper inside you.

“I’m sorry, you feel so good,” He leaned down, burying his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent as he lost himself. It was too much, too good, and he knew he wouldn't last much longer at this rate.

You shouldn't have been surprised, really. Deep down, you had a feeling that Clark's restraint would only last so long. Maybe it was what you really wanted. Who knows.

[naomiarai]

smut (18+) the daddy kink had to be there

thinking about sloppy, desperate sex with hoon— god you’ve both been separated for too long, away from each other.. but now that he's back, his hands were never an inch away from you. now he’s got you straddling him, slowly moving on the tip of his erection. you hiss as you slide the rest of his cock inside, filling yourself up completely. sunghoon grins at you, watching the way tears roll down your flushed cheeks.

“aw, poor girl, this tight pussy hasn’t been stretched in while, has it?” he says, voice like sugar with a pout. you bury you face in his neck, nodding as you clench around his dick, adjusting yourself to his size. his hands find your back, slowly trailing them down to settle on your ass. you suck and nibble at his jaw as you start moving up and down his cock, wetness dripping on his thighs. “mm, missed you so much, h..hoon” you mumble against his neck, melting in pleasure. sunghoon sighs, landing a slap on your ass, before he starts fucking up into you.

the sudden increase in speed has you stuttering, tits bouncing up and down against him as he pulls you down in for a kiss. his mushroom tip batters at your cervix as he sucks on your tongue, hand rubbing against the curve of your ass. “ah..a-ah! so good! d-addy!” you cry out as you pull away to catch your breath. your gummy walls squeeze his cock tightly, squelching and slapping sounds filling the room. “isn’t that right princess? shit—! daddy’s cock fucking you so good, yeah?” he rasps, spitting on your tits and sucking your nipples. the action has your eyes rolling back, the knot in you stomach tightening as you clench harder. “g-gonna cum! please daddy, please!” you wail and plead, voice desperate. and that does it for sunghoon, hearing your voice all pleading and seeing your tear strained face has him shooting his cum up your pussy, painting your walls white. you follow right after, before falling slump into his arms.

[jiwuu]

𓈒 ㅤ୨୧^. .^ ㅤ𓈒 clingy jungwon in front of the guys

0.3k ── fmr x yang jgw, est. relationship, pda

Dinner with the boys is always loud. It’s nonstop chatter, clinking glasses, people reaching over each other for side dishes, but somewhere in the chaos, Jungwon is sitting quietly beside you. Holding your hand under the table like it’s the only thing grounding him.

At first, you don’t think much of it. He always likes holding your hand.

But when he pulls your chair a little closer to his… then leans into your side casually while chewing his food… then rests his chin on your shoulder without saying a word

You glance at him.

“Something wrong?” you ask softly, nudging his leg with yours.

He shakes his head. “Just tired.”

You nod, rubbing your thumb over the back of his hand.

Except five minutes later, he’s still there. Leaning into you like he’s trying to merge into your body. Playing with the sleeve of your sweater now. And when you try to pour yourself more water, he gently takes the cup from you and does it himself.

“Jungwon…” you whisper. “You’re acting like a koala.”

He hums, not even denying it, just places your cup back in front of you and slides even closer. “I missed you today.”

“We were literally texting the whole afternoon.”

“Not the same.”

You smile despite yourself, about to reply—when Sunoo suddenly laughs from across the table.

“You gonna let her eat? You’re all over her.”

Jungwon finally looks up, completely unbothered. “She doesn’t mind.”

Everyone starts teasing him immediately—Jake clutches his chest dramatically, Heeseung makes gagging sounds, Niki tells you to blink twice if you need help.

You hide your face behind your hand, cheeks warm, but Jungwon just rests his head back on your shoulder and whispers in your ear, “I’d stop, but you’re warm. And you smell really good.”

You glance at him. “Won.”

He looks at you with the softest smile. “Let me stay like this just a little longer, yeah?”

You sigh, heart flipping as you reach over to fix his hair. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

“I know,” he mumbles, eyes already fluttering shut against your shoulder.

And you let him stay like that—for as long as he wants.

© jiwuu, all rights reserved.

letters from author ୨୧ i lowk dont like this ㅠㅠ