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𝓇.cameron. ┆ i love you.

◟ ㅤᡣ𐭩ㅤㅤ ݁.﹒ hi angels. ! y'all already kno this one is based off of this clip….mhmm − & also it is in the 'rafe 𝓍 bambi!reader' au that i made / am still currently making / outlining their lore for their relationship n all the cutesy (n sad😞) stuff that is gonna go down with them bein' together. !!! 🧸♡ྀི

"yea, yeah," rafe is panting sharply, his sweaty, broad, naked chest heaving as he steadily pounded into your dripping, sloppy, fluttering little pussy, grunting as you continuously squeezed your slippery, inner walls around him, making his heavy balls ache with the need for his release—to release inside of you.

"fucking fuck, baby—needed to be inside of you so fuckin' much," rafe continues to babble deliriously, and no, he wasn't high on drugs, just high off of you, before you felt him reaching up to grasp one of your dainty little hands, intertwining his long fingers through your curled up little fist, freshly manicured nails and palm soft and smooth, making rafe let out a small, deep sigh of pleasure as he takes in a whiff of your vanilla body cream you always use all over.

"f-fuck, d..d-daddy! you f-feel s'good inside me," you mewl sweetly, and meanwhile, your teary, doe-like, pretty eyes were fluttering heavily with your mink eyelashes still somehow attached to your eyelids, your pupils nearly turning into two large, heart-shaped pink hearts, the color being the brightness pink ever, the color of love.

after a few more thrusts, you let out another sharp cry, feeling rafe reach down to play with your needy, puffy little clit, rubbing it fast and with slight pressure, just the way you liked it when he did it, given your hysterical reaction—and yet, rafe's eyes never leave your bouncing breasts or your gorgeous, fucked out face, feeling the velvety, stuffed walls of your sweet little pussy starting to flutter around him, gripping him tight as fuck, making rafe curse to himself underneath his breath for silent mercy.

rafe grunts, beginning to roll his hips, still fucking into you while pressing sloppy, open-mouthed kisses across your pretty, marked up neck and collarbones, his breathing heavy and uneven, his balls growing tighter as you moan against the side of his face, breathing your pretty sounds right into his ear, causing his breath to hitch every time you made a new, higher in pitch noise.

"yea, yea? you like when dad fucks you like this, huh? is that it, baby? jus' needed daddy to fuck you, actin' all dumb and weepy for some cock… my poor, dumb little baby, jus' wanted dad to fuck your aching little cunny, isn't that right, pretty girl?" rafe coos teasingly, "hmm?" he continues as if to mock you, before leaning down to suck on one of your puffy little nipples, suckling it harshly and making your back arch so prettily—rafe's eyes shifting up to observe the way you cry out to the ceiling of his bedroom, most likely growing closer to your third orgasm of the night.

"h-harder, a little harder, daddy… please, daddy—harder, h-harder, harder − please daddy, need it h-h-harder…!" you hiccup softly, begging all submissively and poutily, making rafe's heart beat wildly against his ribcage and the tip of his cock to pulsate inside of you, his muscular arms protruding from the way he was now gripping onto the meaty parts of your plush, smooth hips, continuing his quick, animalistic thrusts—wet, skin on skin slapping noises filling up the bedroom, as well as breathy moans coming from you and deep, low groans leaving rafe's kiss-swollen, shiny lips from him licking and sucking all over your naked skin.

"yeah? you sure, baby?" he questions with another low curse, but doesn't stop and immediately begins thrusting harder, practically ploughing you into his bed, hearing you cry out his name with a long, drawn out, feminine moan, all high-pitched and needy, feeling like you were about to reach your high any second, but you gasped softly, pushing at your boyfriend's hard, broad, sweaty chest, gently tapping his pectorals in protest, needing him to stop for a tiny moment.

rafe huffs instantly, raising an eyebrow impatiently at you and looking directly at you as if to say, 'what? what is it?!'

stunned, rafe watches the way you immediately look up at him, lips pouty and eyes all misty, before flipping around to lay down on your stomach, ass in the air, clutching one of your boyfriend's pillows, wailing into it as he immediately slides back inside and begins fucking into you from behind now, leaning over you possessively, caging you in with his big, strong arms.

"fuck, how's the speed, huh? is it good, baby?" rafe coos into your ear, leaning down over you as he grips your hips once again, continuing his steady, hard and quick thrusts, stuffing his long, heavy and thick cock into your quivering, glossy cunt, sparkling softly in the low light of his room as it shines with your mixed juices and rafe's pre-cum − and god, you're so, so fucking close to reaching your blissful, euphoric high.

"y-yes...! ohh, please… gogogo!" you sob into rafe's pillow, drool and tears slipping from your face and on the pillow of his you were currently holding onto for dear life, "yes, p-please, please—i love it, d-daddy! i love it!" you shout with a squeal, feeling rafe hit your sweet spot of nerves inside of you with every single thrust, feeling his lips brush over your left ear, a long groan coming from him as he continues to wildly buck his hips against your perky little ass, giving it three harsh slaps with his large, calloused palm, making your ass jiggle.

and with only a few more thrusts, you're nearly there, so close, and you can feel that your boyfriend is too, wetly kissing your neck, snapping his hips into your asscheeks frantically and with desperation, as if he couldn't help but need to fuck into you even faster, wanting you both to reach your highs.

then, right after four more bucks of rafe's narrow hips, you feel him let out a deep, loud grunt into the back of your head, burying his face into your sweet smelling hair, lowly groaning out, "i love you," as he comes inside of you, deeply and raw and powerful.

and you—your poor, fluttering heart nearly jumps into your throat, trying to twist your neck around, your doe-like, misty and now more hazy, a bit too cloudy, and dreamlike eyes are filled with a fresh load of hot tears, like you can't help yourself and your feelings for this man.

"what?!" you squeak, catching rafe's eye and scrunched brow, a frown on his face now, though he still couldn't stop his jaw from being a bit slack and his eyes being heavy-lidded from just blowing his load so hard into you.

rafe huffs, then sighs to himself and rolls his eyes at you, "what?" he snaps back at you, his tone growing with a small attitude, sounding defensive and strangely vulnerable, as if you're the one that is acting purposefully dumb, and like it was your fault that you didn't realize that rafe loves you—even with how obvious he makes it.

and yet, you can't help but just lie there in awe, staring wide-eyed up at the ceiling, your lips, that were still sticky from your smeared lipgloss and some drool, were now slightly parted in disbelief, because... holy fuck—rafe cameron, your boyfriend, just told you that he loves you for the first time.

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oh how i love shushucherry ♡︎ . ۰ ׅ

[aemnd]

can you imagine coming to your chambers after a long day. you find aemond reading by the fire and you just need to release some of the stress to focus on something other than the world outside so you just move in front of him drop to your knees and start undoing his pants. the only distraction you want right now is his cock in your mouth.

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𝓈𝓎𝓃𝑜𝓅𝓈𝒾𝓈: after a long, tedious day at court, you long for the comfort of your husband − and something else…

༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ warnings: minors dni. smut, canon!aemond 𝓍 wife!reader, afab reader, profanity, slightly mean!aemond (but he’s obsessed with his wife, trust me), [male] oral sex, degrading & pet names.

𝒙𝒐𝒙𝒐, 𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒖𝒔 ༘ ࣪𓂃 ෆ sry this took so long to write out… i didn’t know which direction to go in − i hope u love it nonetheless. ♡!

AEMOND ALWAYS ENJOYED WATCHING YOU − his one-eye focused solely on your pretty face, devouring you once again, silently admiring your sleepy, doe-like eyes blinking up at him innocently, the slope of your cute nose, your soft, flushed cheeks from the burning fireplace behind you, the light glaze of dew on your gorgeous skin from the heat of your martial chambers − gods, you were just so pretty, his pretty, pretty little wife.

fucking perfect, he thinks.

aemond also loves watching the way the tip of your soft, little pink tongue pokes out and gently kitten-licks the flushed tip of his hardening cock, teasing him into growing harder − and oh, fuck, the way your plush, pouty lips wrap around him now, suckling just the head of his cock has him let out a low, murmured curse, unable to stop himself from bucking up his hips, allowing his now fully hard cock to slip further into your mouth, nearly gagging you − however, you don’t seem to mind.

little minx, he calls you inside of his head.

in fact, you seem to enjoy his aggression, owlishly blinking up at him with those pretty doe eyes of yours, as if giving him permission to fuck your throat, making something dark and twisted inside of him release a soft, satisfied purr.

without any warning, you begin taking him deeper into your mouth, the tip of his leaking cock hitting your uvula, making you softly gag as your eyes begin to sting, but you continue on − you continue moving your mouth down, down, down until the tip of your nose nuzzles the neatly trimmed thatch of soft, platinum curls at the base of your husband’s well-endowed cock.

you hum, whimpering as you harshly hallow your cheeks, sucking and slurping at his cock messily, like you were born and bred just to do it − to sit prettily on your knees before your husband and allow him to fuck your mouth, to use your mouth whichever way he desires.

after a few minutes of this constant suckling motion, you do need a moment to breathe properly, pulling back only just slightly and wrapping one of your soft little hands around his glistening shaft, shining with the mixed essences of your saliva and his precum.

you quickly begin pumping him, hearing your husband grunt and curse, one of his big, masculine hands—calloused from his constant use with his blade—roughly bury his long fingers into your luscious locks, his one-eye heavy lidded and focused solely on you, his lips parted just slightly, panting for breath as his taut stomach tightens with the need for release.

without stopping, you continue suckling his leaking tip, swirling your tongue around it quickly, tasting him and humming, hearing him hiss from the vibration of your mouth, “fuck! fuck, have mercy on me, woman!” he growls, yanking on your hair in warning, but you don’t stop.

only, you increase your pace as you fiercely suckle just the tip of his cock, hallowing your cheeks and releasing his shaft from your hand, beginning to quickly bob your head up and down, up and down, up and down, repeatedly and fluidly, listening to your husband’s groans − as though he is in pain, but he is far from it.

as you continue to bob your head on his cock a few more times, taking him deeper each time, you reach up with the same hand you were pumping his shaft with earlier and begin fondling his heavy balls, hearing aemond let out a sharp breath, his blunt fingernails scratching your scalp, making you purr.

“fuck, you little fucking harlot,” he hisses, fisting a handful of your hair and begins to guide your bobbing head even faster than before. “just like that − mmh, fuck, your mouth…! made to suck my fucking cock,” aemond gasps, squeezing his one-eye shut tightly, feeling his balls tightening up almost to the point of pain.

then suddenly, you feel it − long, salty ropes of your husband’s seed, shooting down the back of your abused throat, making you moan breathily around the mouthful of his cock, doe eyes pooling with unshed tears and your soaked thighs pressing together beneath the fluffy skirts of your evening dress.

“that’s it,” aemond coos, keeping his cock lodged down the back of your throat, your nose pressed snuggly against the wet curls surrounding the base of his cock, your throat pulsing around him, making him groan loudly as he continues holding you down on his cock for a moment longer, until he is positive that every drop of his seed is dripping down your throat.

“take it all, that’s a good girl,” he sighs, feeling utterly spent, “we shan’t let a drop go to waste − after all, ‘tis royal seed you’re swallowing, sweet girl,” he continues mockingly, before finally releasing his harsh hold on your hair, which you take great advantage of and pull back, going into a small coughing fit, your tears finally spilling down your flushed cheeks, a small whine escaping you.

the corner of aemond’s mouth twitches, a small, amused smirk curling up on his lips, “awh, did i fuck your little throat too harshly, sweetling?” aemond asks, giving you a mocking pout.

you can only whimper and give a tiny nod of your head, pouting as you reach up and wipe away your tears, making aemond release a low, breathless chuckle, before tutting and gesturing over towards your martial bed.

“get on the bed and allow your beloved husband to return the favor.”

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once you started seeing stanley cups all over your tiktok for you page you were hooked. you went straight to target and bought the light pink 40oz, so excited about your new cup!

today, rafe was taking you to the beach so that you would finally stop making fun of him for "not going outside". once you got the "i'm outside" text you slipped on your pink flipflops, grabbed your stanley, and made your way out the door and into rafe's car.

once you got in the car, you noticed the confused expression on his face. "why are you carrying a pink metal jug around" he questioned, eyeing the dainty pink ribbon tied around the handle.

"it's a stanley cup! they're all over my tiktok feed i had to buy it. isn't it pretty?" you chirped into his ear, looking up at him while taking a sip from the white straw sticking out the top of he cup. "what's the point? just carry around a regular water bottle like a normal person" he scoffed, a confused expression still on his face as he focused on the road.

"rafe! you're such a guy you'll never get it!" you rant, jaw dropped in disbelief over the fact he insulted your cup. "i-" he laughs, rolling his eyes at you. "just don't understand why you need that big thing, baby it's like half your size" he continues to laugh, peering over your shoulder while trying to find a spot in the crowded beach parking lot.

"i have to stay hydrated! it's cute, pink, and has a bow. what's not to like about it?" you continue, flailing your hands around as you argue with him. "s'all i'm saying is that it's impractical. 'm not carrying it either" his voice slowly drifting out as he gets out of the car walking to the trunk to retrieve your bags and beach chairs.

"but rafe! it's heavy and i have to carry my bag" you argue, giving him your best pout. he grabs the cup out of your hand, toying with the ribbon tied around the handle.

"fine, fine, fine i'll carry it. stop with the pout" he scoffs, placing his free arm around you as you walked up the beach.

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bisous 𖤓 carlos sainz 𝒙 leclerc!reader.

❨ summary. all he wanted was a kiss, it’s not his fault the paparazzi caught it, and it’s totally coincidental that your brother’s going to kill him. ❩

❨ faceclaim. @/claudiamariewalsh on instagram <3 ❩

❨ notes. i had sm fun doing this! though it did exceed the limit i was looking at, becoming a bit long, but i do wanna do a part two to this because imo the charles x carlos beef is gonna be really funny!! i hope you enjoy xx ❩

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⤷ i bought yn a ring so similar for her 21st!

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⤷ poupette you’ve never done anything wrong in your life.

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⤷ so unserious lmao

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⤷ charles is going to buy the entire mall y/n !!

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⤷ tell pierre to piss off

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⤷ omg tell him you want a ferrari !!

⤷ IN PINK !!

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⤷ mi vida your brothers texting me again

⤷ it’s very weird he’s apologising now??

⤷ he’s asking me if you want a pink ferrari??

⤷ bebita you should have told me you want a pink ferrari??

⤷ with a matching bag okay my love 🩷

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⤷ TELL CHARLES YOU WANT A PS5

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⤷ who do you think you are buying MY sister a pink ferrari

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[itadodori]

sugardaddy!geto who doesn’t play about you. he’s drilled it into your naive little head so many times that you belonged to him. with you going to a uni so close to his job, he was always able to keep a good eye on you. geto had a strict set of rules for you.. the main one being not to let these little boys touch what’s his. that’s why he had such a hard time understanding why the fuck you were ditching class to hang out with some stuck up little frat boy? he thought he’d stop by to bring you some lunch but instead he was met with a disgusting sight— you breaking his number one rule.

“a..ah shit daddy, ‘m so sorry! so sorry!” you buried your head deeper into the sheets as he kept a tight grip on your waist.

“the fuck did i tell you, huh baby? what was daddy’s most important rule for you?” the older man spat, taking out all of his anger on you by speeding up his paste. his hand was wrapped in your hair so tight you swore he ripped a couple strands out.

“to n..not talk to boys! ‘m sorry, i just- mm fuck” with a quick slap to your ass, geto was pulling out of you, slowly letting his hand run down your back.

you thought you would finally be able to catch a break, considering he’s been at this for hours now.. but with geto it wasn’t always that simple.

just as you were catching your breath he snapped his hips back— slamming into you yet again, with no remorse.

the scream that left your lips was silent. your feet hurt due to how hard you were curling them, and your back was on fire because of how long he’d had you in the arch.

“please baby, ‘s too much. hurts!”

he completely disregarded your cries, if anything it just made him become even more rough. you needed this. maybe next time you’d know better than to piss him off.

“maybe i need to get my name tattooed all over this pretty little body of yours, hmm?” you put your hand on his stomach in an attempt to push him, but it just ended in him slapping it away.

“or do i need to breed you full of my fucking cum for you to finally understand who this pussy belongs to?”

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✎₊˚⊹♡ summary: in which i thought of Work Husband!Nanami and how supportive and delicate and how he would be and how i'd want him to ruin me and thus this came along. w.c 2.2k 🏷 tags/warnings: fem!reader, reader has a vagina, office sex, petnames (hun, sweetheart, darling, little work wife), squirting, cremepie, dirty talk, also got excited will proofread fully later

Work Husband!Nanami: Who saw you your first day in the office and immediately wanted you to succeed greatly amongst the new hires. However you had no idea, taking his mature and direct aura personally and thinking he didn’t like you. You kept your distance.

Work Husband!Nanami: noticed you kept your distance and one day called you over. He sat you down and unprompted gave you pointers on how to succeed. You took the lesson with surprise and attempted to hide your excitement that you had been wrong. The man before you didn’t not like you. He wouldn’t take the time to give you a lesson — that you learned later he did not do to the new hires — if he didn’t like you? Right?

Work Husband!Nanami confirmed he liked you by telling you were the most impressive new hire he has seen. The compliment coming genuinely during a moment where he was admiring your work. A mock proposal and he had no critiques for this one. Versus when you first started — almost a month ago — he had plenty of feedback and concerns.

Work Husband!Nanami has to hide his excitement when you are offered the chance to stay. One of three of the twenty interns that came in, and due to your growth and determination, you earn the opportunity to score your first big person job with generous benefits. One of them being Nanami Kento.

Work Husband!Nanami offers to take you out to lunch as a celebration. Officially colleagues, you begin to let loose and relax around him. Your banter became increasingly witty and Nanami found his pants becoming increasingly tighter than usual whenever in your presence.

Work Husband!Nanami Who is oblivious to your slow testing of boundaries to see how far you could go. Your skirts became tighter on the days you knew Nanami would be working close to you — the shirts became magically one button undone whenever you were surprised with his visits.

Work Husband!Nanami catches on to your passes when you take the first step by verbally flirting with him directly. It was with the help of a little tequila, but you looked longly at his wrist, eyeing his watch one day during an after-work-drink. The pretty silver Cartier bringing attention to his prominent veins in his hand and thick digits. . .

Y/N, are you listening?”

“Sorry, was distracted by your hands.” You admit and he felt the heat flush to his face. Stunned by your words but you don’t flench, you go a step forward to bring his right hand into your delicate pair. Your soft hands running against his and he has to fight with strength to ignore that familiar tightness in his pants.

“Your hands are pretty”

Work Husband!Nanami regrets nothing happened that night between you, but he fucks his cock into his hand furiously that night, wishing it was your tight cunt riding him. Little does he know you’re riding your dildo, fucking your tight cunt on the silicone wishing it him instead.

Work Husband!Nanami plays a cat and mouse game with you. A game of flirty banter and longing gazes and touches. The two of you began building up suspense. Each day a day closer to one of you snap.

Work Husband!Nanami is surprised he snaps first. The day he snaps is the day you show up to work wearing a short skirt and high heels that accentuate your ass. It’s your presentation day too and as you turn to the side to present, your ass faces Nanami and he has trouble focusing on your topic. His brain so frazzled and dazzled by your generous rear he is digging his toes into the leather soles of his loafers. His fists tighten and you bite back a grin when you cast glance to him and see his jaw clenching.

Work Husband!Nanami has to flee as soon as the meeting is over. he quickly runs to his private office, shutting the door and sitting at his desk. he throws his head back, muttering and swearing as he spreads his thighs apart, alleviating the tightness between his legs. his mind began to wonder if he could survive the rest of the day with a hard cock and a pretty devil by the name of y/n.

Work Husband!Nanami begins thrusting his pretty pink cock into his hand. the itch and desire being relived as he thinks of your scent and what you tasted like. if you creamed or if you squirted — or shit, if you did both. he thinks about the recurve of your ass whenever he’d hit it from the back, or how soft your skin would be against his when he took you missionary

Work Husband!Nanami panics when he hears you knocking at the door but nevertheless says you can come in. When you do, you lock the door and immediately walk over to his desk. You sit down in the chair on the opposite side, pouting dramatically.

“How can I help, y/n?” Work Husband!Nanami asks of you and you only continue pouting. A dramatic, and comedic, sigh escapes your mouth and you cross your legs. A sudden cold draft due to your plan you had in motion before you entered his office.

“You left before saying anything to me.” You say rather needy but Work Husband!Nanami can’t help but feel entranced by your tone. A moment he realized he liked this bratty side you were displaying. However, he clears his throat and sighs.

“I wasn’t feeling well. It wasn’t about you, darling.” He assures and you can’t help but feel guilty, oblivious that he was just beating his dick to the thought of your scent. You jump up from the chair, placing your hands on the desk and leaning forward. You unintentionally show him a charitable view of your breast but he tries to remain holding eye contact with you.

“Kento, I’m sorry I’m such a terrible work wife.” The first time you let the phrase fall from your lips and he chuckles. He’s well aware of the phrase, overhearing you loudly proclaim he was your work husband to coworkers not knowing he was on the others side of the wall. He waited for the day you would say it to him and today you finally did. . .

And for some reason, that really did it to him because felt his cock twitch in his trousers and then he finds himself looking at your breast briefly before speaking.

“Work husband, huh?” A soft smirk toying at his lips and you can't help but nod in confirmation.

"Yeah, don't you know?" You toy with him, an attempt to remain in control at the situation and you pass it off as flirty banter. He can only smile at you, tapping his hands along his desk as he speak his next words.

"No. Why don't you come show me, sweet work wife?" The low baritone of his voice went straight to your cunt and you're rubbing your thighs together. A pheromone daze shared between the two of you as you two stare at one another. A brief pause before you reach into your bra, retrieving your panties you departed with earlier and tossing them at Nanami. The dainty material lands on his thigh and he immediately sees the navy lace dark blue and soaked through. His cock jumps, and he looks at you. A cocky smirk is on your lips and he clears his throat before speaking.

"Come here, now" Work Husband!Nanami commands sensually before you and before you can talk yourself out of it you’re rounding his desk. He gets up from his chair, meeting you halfway before grabbing your body swiftly. He places you on his desk and it takes you a minute to register he lifted you like you weighed absolutely nothing. Your cunt fluttering at his brute strength and you stare at him doe eyed.

Work Husband!Nanami has to eat you out after pocketing your soaked through panties. His tongue dipping to collect your arousal that dripped out of you. Your scent clouding his nose as he moans against your wet and swollen clit. He sucks generously on the bud and you bite down hard on the back of your hand to silence yourself. Your eyes roll in the back of your head as his hot tongue circles your cunt like he was starved. Your free hand tugging on his blond locks and you feel like you’re about to cum.

“Kento . . . want to come on your cock, please.” You beg quietly and who is he to be a bad work husband and object?

Work Husband!Nanami rocks gently in you after slipping inside. He holds your legs up by the back of your knees, lewdly exposing yourself to him as he pistons himself inside. Your warm cunt hugging him deliciously and so tightly, yet you were so wet at the same time. Nanami is amazed, and already feels so pussy drunk off you surely he’s addicted. How can he not be? Especially with the way your tits bounced with each stroke and the way you moaned, singing his praises he ached to he able to take his time next time he was intimate with you. However he takes in the moment, casting a gaze to see your fucked out face and he wishes he could take a picture . . .

“Been dreaming of this pretty pussy.” He admits. You answer with a mixture of a giggle and a moan. The sound is beautiful and melodic and its something he can get used to.

“Been riding my toy wishing it was you.” You admit before you can stop yourself, allowing this side of you emerge as you felt drunk off his cock. He groans at your confession, rolling his hips deeper and tip kissing the deeper parts of you. It sends your toes curling and choking back a whimper.

“My poor little work wife been suffering by yourself. Let me make it better, honey.” He coos to you gently, kissing your forehead before rolling his hips harder. His long fingers find your swollen and neglected clit. You twitch harder against him, squirting and surprising both of you. You bite back a squeal as your eyes roll back.

“Kento!” You whispered in a desparate tone. Finds himself asking “Are you going to come, hun?” To which you reply — “mhmm, are you?”

“Fuck if you keep creaming on me like this, fuck yeah sweetheart.” Nanami makes a mistake and casts a look down to see his cock coated in a mix of his cum and your cream. His cock has never looked prettier and he fights the urge to fill you right there.

“Want you to come in me. Please, Kento.” You beg and he clenches his jaw.

Work Husband!Nanami has to shove his face in your neck when cums. His teeth biting hard on your neck as his tongue tastes you and your sweat. He feels you fight screaming as the bite travels straight to your belly, and his fingers circle your clit faster. That thread in your stomach unwinding and snapping. Your grip on him tightens as you cum all over his cock.

Work Husband!Nanami silences you with a kiss as he fills you with his cum. The overstimulation causing you to moan, clamping tightly on his cock as you fight to wrap your legs around his waist. He drops his hands, allowing you to do so and you wrap your arms around him as well. He holds you close to him, chuckling as you fell into the aftershocks of your orgasm.

Work Husband!Nanami has to see his cum trickle out of you and onto his desk. He has to fight getting hard again, but remembers one round was risky enough so he kisses your forehead gently to tell you how good you are for him.

Work Husband!Nanami wipes you down tenderly afterwards. He cleans you delicately before situating himself and his office space. When you fix yourself over he looks at you.

“You were perfect this morning by the way. Never been prouder of my work wife.” Satisfied with his words, his praise, and still in the haze of your orgasm you smile wide. You stand from the chair, fixing yourself to leave before he steps close to you.

"Thank you, Kento." You say, looking up as he looms over you. He brushes your hair back into its normal place, looking you over before you walked back into the office. His eyes are filled with nothing but tenderness as he tends to you, fixing your clothes and checking you over one last time.

"Do you feel better now," you nod at his inquiry, "all you needed was to be stuffed with my cum? Naughty." He shakes his head and you only shrugs before grinning up at him.

"Only for you." You tease Work Husband!Nanami and he clears his throat. He leans down, taking your lips with his deeply. You melt, humming gently before his broad fingers find your ass. He gives it a rough squeeze through your skirt and you blush at his gesture.

"Let me know when you need me to fill you again." Work Husband!Nanami says paired with an ass slap as you nodded. You look up at him beneath your lashes as you do before sauntering sultrily away. You unlock the door and exit his office nonchalantly as if he was not fucking you on his desk moments ago.

Work Husband!Nanami now has to figure out how he has to cope with knowing you're walking around the office stuffed full of his cum . . .

©chososluv ╰┈┈➤ P A R T T W O [Boyfriend!Nanami] ╰┈┈➤ M A S T E R L I S T !

[seattlesellie]

i’m sorry but can we PLEASE talk about thigh riding🙏 it’s so underrated

mhmmmm :(( especially if it goes from sloppy makeout sesh to desperately rutting on ellie’s thigh & especially if she hasn’t even seen you go that desperate for her yet, because let’s say it��s only been a week of you dating or messing around.

an: i don’t know why this came out longish i swear its pure horny. btw it’s gamer!ellie 🎮🎀💗

can see this whole thing starting from a stare at her practiced fingers twitching and toying with her ps controller. safe to say it’d usually be a bit tedious to simply be an observer of someone playing a video game… not with ellie though, definitely not with ellie. definitely not with the way she cusses sharply under her breath, the way her palm goes to rest against your bare thigh as she switches up her in game gear, the way that cheeky tongue pokes out of her lips in concentration… you’d be distracted to say the least, nodding dumbly as she notes “y’see how i just did that babe?”

and just because you find it hard to concentrate and ignore the thick tension, filling the room with its obnoxious buzz — doesn’t mean she has it any easier, by no means, she can just mask it better… ish. your doe eyed stares, the way you whine silently as she loses, rest your head on her firm shoulder with a cheerful “yay ellie” as she wins… keep staring at her fingers (for some reason she might or might not pick up on, you do it a lot) — you render her a blushing taut mess, render her palms sweaty and slippery on the round plasticky ball of her controller.

however she masks it, and you don’t — and now you’re staring with those sparkly eyes, and the figures on the screen begin to mush together into one giant, pixelated orb. the corner of ellie’s mouth rises up to an involuntary smirk (that asshole), and she loosens her grip on the red controller. “need something? jheez, you’re staring” murmurs ellie, still teasing you like she did before you got together — except, now she no longer needs to hide her blush with a tilting of her face, because she knows you caught her already. plus, it makes her stomach stir with butterflies. “jus’ looking at your pretty face” says you — silently, sheepishly smiling and arching your brows. it’s so much fun to be able to actually tell her that, cause y’know — that’s your girlfriend now.

ellie chuckles, throwing the controller to the side, adjusting her body from a manspreading position to sitting criss crossed on the couch. she wipes her forehead with her forearm — a sign of nervousness? you lick your glossy lip, she’s so cute.

“you’re the pretty one” ellie notes.

you cock your head to the side, fake pondering. “if i’m the pretty one, what are you then?”

truthfully you’re so cute in your pj shorts, she doesn’t think she knows who she is anymore or if her name’s actually ellie. she sighs, huffing some air out of her cinnamon freckled cheeks. “the cool one”

okay… maybe, but she’s also just awfully gorgeous. you roll your eyes, “well,” — you throw your hands and smack them on your thighs, “i think you’re just pretty” — and she thinks you’re just stubborn.

“don’t think i’m cool?” she snorts, completely ignoring the compliment once again (as it makes her cheeks grow plum red and she’s hating that right now). she signals at the flat screen with her pointer finger, “you’re gonna pretend you didn’t just see me fucking that team up? i mean…” she keeps on yapping, your smack your lips and stare at hers. you’re not pretending to do anything, it’s not your fault you’ve been ignoring the game when she’s been toying with that plastic ball like you dream she’d toy with your—

“can you kiss me?”

you’ve interrupted her completely, but it pretty much seals the deal.

the back of your neck is being pulled by her right hand, and the string of your tank top is being pulled by her left one — not to undress, simply just to bring you closer. her lips on yours feel like heaven, a small gasp released by your mouth. she hums into the kiss, then pulls away. “knew you weren’t paying attention to me” ellie murmurs and it sends shivers down your spine. her voice is husky and cocky and ugh! you almost feel the need to let her swallow you whole. “was paying attention,” you insist, blinking like you’re in panic (or letting your lashes flutter to turn her on), “just not to the game”

“yeah?” she chuckles, caressing your half covered back with slow, up and down strokes. “what were you looking at then?” she questions with a cocky grin. you so want to kiss her again. “dunno”, you shrug innocently, slightly letting your bottom lip fall down into a pout. she so wants to kiss you again — so she does, murmuring a broken sentence of “ohmmmmph — you dunno?” into the kiss.

this time, the kiss is different. she slides her tongue inside of your begging mouth, letting it swirl and twirls over yours, pull it — goddamn, suckle on it with a horny grunt. you whimper, hiccup, cry almost, desperately seeking something more… a relief, to that dull ache that’s sitting or stomping between your legs — all because of a kiss and her grunt and that controllers ball you’re so damn jealous of…

“c’mere” she huffs, but instead of letting you come there, she forcefully grabs you by your waist, making you sit atop her lap. you’re both gasping, you wanna say something, but she kisses the corner of your mouth and… “ellie” is all you can whine, she responds with a squeeze to your waist. she kisses more, planting plenty of pecks to your scorching cheek, letting out shaky breaths to each and every one of your half whimpers half moans. she reaches your neck, and her tongues out again. she licks a long stripe, a confident one, but breaks it in order to look into your eyes and ask for your consent — it’s the farthest you’ve went so far.

“babe?”, she asks, your half lidded eyes and dazed look kind of tell her all she needs to know but she’s chivalrous.

“please” you whisper, nodding then burying your face in the crook of her neck. she grunts to that — jesus how pretty you sound when you beg, you have no fucking idea. another suckle on your neck comes, this time right at your pulse point, making the hairs rise and a clit thump. you let go of a choked gasp, holding on to ellie’s shoulders as she splatters open mouthed kisses on the flesh of your neck. you grab the back of her neck, pull on her bun. “fuuhuck” she exasperates, as if she’s the one getting marked and sucked on. quickly enough, because ellie misses your lips, she kisses you again with a whole lotta tongue.

you don’t even notice when or how you started grinding and rocking on her grey sweat’s covered thigh. in too much of a daze to notice anything at this point — you searched for friction.

she notices quickly enough though (obviously).

“whatcha doing, huh?” she lets her forehead kiss yours. your eyes are fully shut — to be honest, her question sounded like gibberish and the cotton material of your shorts was so thin. you don’t respond, you just… rut. she pulls slightly away, back straightening and leaning backwards, almost as if she was watching a play at the theater. she heavily breathes, scrunches her scarred brows and takes a look — takes a stare — at the way you seem so… concentrated, and horny, pouty and needy and it’s all for her or because of her. she almost places her hands on her head and leans back to keep watching.

her muscular thigh feels good — too good, you wanna bounce on it till you cum and leave a stain on her pants, you want her to bounce you on it — her, with her hands… where are her hands?!

you break right out of your trance, embarrassingly open your eyes and search for ellie… who’s leaning back, mouth agape and eyes coal black as she flexes her thigh. there’s a mixture of pure need and humiliation inside of your gut, but the latter evaporates as she mutters the following words;

“do that again”

[aemvnd]

𝓇.cameron. ┆ lace panties.

◟ ㅤᡣ𐭩ㅤㅤ ݁.﹒ rewrote this cus i hated it n y'all been flooding my inbox askin' for it back since yesterday, so here ya go, lovies . <3

"rafe, have you seen my new pair of pink lace panties!?" you cry out, hoping your voice carries over into his bedroom across the hallway, but the oldest cameron sibling doesn't respond—only low, slightly muffled groans, and a small, occasional whimper falling from your older stepbrother's lips.

rafe groans, releasing a small, breathless little chuckle to himself underneath his breath, breaking off into another low moan, fisting the ballerina pink lace fabric over his heavy, slippery cock, dripping with his pre-cum, feeling his aching balls tighten and warning him that he was so close to his release—so, so fucking close.

and then, he hears you, banging obnoxiously loud on his locked bedroom door, like you always do—spoiled little brat, rafe thinks, making him roll his eyes into the back of his head as you whine his name again, and oh, fuck, he can just imagine you whining so prettily underneath him, with his bigger and stronger body on top of yours, pinning you down as he fucks into you so nasty, so hard, you'd be feeling it for days from how pent up he was, and still is.

rafe doesn't always do this, using your little pair of cute panties to help jerk himself off, but today was a special occasion—at least, that's what rafe likes to think when he thinks about you two spending the day together—and yeah, he was taking you out on his boat, and maybe, just maybe, you'll let him fuck you raw with the waves gently rocking the boat, sunshine beating down on both of you, bathing you in golden light as he roughly ploughs into your sweet little pussy, making you appear like an angel.

and god, you'd look so gorgeous, he can just imagine it, making him pump his large, tight fist even faster, the delicate pink lace of your panties already so wet and sticky, and fuck, he hears you call his name again, and he shoots his hot, scorching load all over your panties, staining them with his cum.

what a waste, rafe thinks, he'd rather shoot his cum deep inside of your overstuffed, sweet little pussy, filling your womb, and he knows he's fucked, wanting to make his little baby stepsister as his girl, as his.

then, rafe smirks to himself, lifting up the tiny pair of ruined panties with the tip of his long, index finger, letting the lace dangle as he obsessively observes the creamy fluid that coated the poor lace, but he doesn't care, he can always just buy you another cute pair of panties since you 'keep losing them', as you always complain with a cute, glossy pout—but rafe knows the truth, he thinks to himself smugly.

besides, the more he steals your panties, clean or dirty, rafe doesn't mind, he'll know you'll start to catch on—and he can only hope that when that time comes, you'll come begging on your knees, all weepy and submissive for his cock.

however, in the meantime, he still has a few more of your pretty lace panties to jerk off to just to help him reach his release, but he knows it'll only last for so long before he gives in and makes a move on you, making you his.

[wonydoli]

me girlblogging ♡︎

[aemnd]

⎯⎯ CRYBABY, ┆ navigation. masterlist.

𝓈𝓎𝓃𝑜𝓅𝓈𝒾𝓈: aemond targaryen loves how much of a crybaby his sweet little girlfriend is.

༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ warnings: minors dni. smut, modern!aemond 𝓍 gf!reader, afab reader, profanity, mean!aemond (but he’s obsessed with u), dumbification, size kink, daddy kink, bdsm, subspace, innocence + breeding kink, creampie, p in v sex, pet names, obsessive & possessive behavior.

𝒙𝒐𝒙𝒐, 𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒖𝒔 ༘ ࣪𓂃 ෆ i love writing this trope sm. !!! ♡🩰 pls don’t forget to leave me ur feedback − overall, it helps me become a better writer for future works & thank u sm for reading. ♡!

AEMOND TARGARYEN LOVES HOLDING YOU DOWN UNDER HIM WHILE FUCKING YOU − especially positioning you into the mating press; he goes absolutely feral for it, using his stronger body weight to crush you, snapping his narrow hips against yours until they bruise, wanting nothing more than to spill another load of his cum deep inside of your womb.

“d-daddy,” you squeal, practically sobbing as he ruthlessly continues ploughing into your sopping, wet little cunt, causing aemond to chuckle darkly as he presses your knees more so against your naked bosom, heavy balls slapping against your little ass with each harsh, dominating thrust of his.

aemond coos, “awh, is it too much for you, little baby? hm?” he mocks, “does it hurt? tell daddy where it hurts − does it hurt… here?” he asks, reaching one big, masculine hand down and pressing down meanly against your lower belly where his well-endowed cock bulges, making you shriek.

“yes, y-yes daddy!” you cry out, fat tears slipping down the sides of your flushed cheeks, and all you can do is lie there and take it like a good little girl.

but aemond doesn’t stop, no − he continues pounding into you even harder, his whole body jerking forward with each rough thrust, his taut abs clenching, his lithe back muscles rippling as he fucks into your heat, whispering nasty, loving praises into your ear, listening to you as you babble for him − for your daddy.

“such a good little crybaby for daddy,” he coos lovingly, pressing sloppy, open-mouthed kisses across your teary face, tasting your sweet tears. “aren’t you? aren’t you my good little crybaby, hm?” he hums, before snarling and giving your face a quick, little slap, “answer your fucking daddy, princess,” he snarls, rolling his hips against yours as he continues his rough, brutal pace.

hastily, you nod your head jerkily, wanting to always please your daddy whichever way you can − wanting to always be his good little girl.

“y-yes, daddy! yes yes yes − i’m.. ‘m your good little crybaby,” you wail, practically babbling now, your doe eyes rolling into the back of your skull as your belly tightens, little toes curling from the endless pleasure, feeling your third orgasm approaching too quickly.

aemond gives a breathy little snicker, watching as you try to squirm away, but he doesn’t let you − quickly reaching down to pinch your sensitive, engorged clit, giving your overstimulated clit quick, mean little slaps, chuckling darkly as you squeal, bucking your hips up and down rapidly, trying to get away from his slaps before you feel him pressing the rough pad of his thumb down on your clit, rubbing and massaging it, as if trying to soothe your achey princess parts.

however, aemond doesn’t allow you to escape your punishment from trying to squirm away from him (he never does) − and with quick reflexes, he easily restrains you once more with his body weight on top of you, fully crushing you under him for him to use as he pleases.

“don’t try that again, baby,” he scowls, quickening his thrusts until he’s fucking you like some feral, uncaged beast, “or i’ll just have to spank your little ass red, just as red as the bottoms of those new louis vuitton heels i’ve just bought you,” he scolds you, the sweaty skin of his hard, bare chest clinging to yours, rubbing against your sensitive little nipples, stimulating them.

on the next thrust, the slight curve of aemond’s cock keeps hitting your sweet spot just right, sending electric shocks of pure, agonizing pleasure all throughout your body, to the tips of your little pastel pink painted toes, making you cream around his cock and soak his thighs, sobbing your boyfriend’s name over and over and over again as you climax once again.

feeling aemond’s body weight on top of you, crushing you underneath him, all around you, cocooning you, overwhelms your fuzzy mind, your nerves feeling like they are on fire − and feeling aemond continuously fucking into you is making you feel as though you’re about to black out, too consumed by the endless ecstasy he’s giving you, too stuffed with his cock and loads of cum.

then, you feel as he continues rubbing your swollen clit in tight, fast little circles, a cruel smile on his face as he listens to you sob girlishly, begging for him to stop.

“such a nasty little whore,” he laughs meanly, the muscles of his pelvis hitting your clit every time he sheathes himself inside of you, fucking you frantically, feeling your cunt clenching around his shaft every time he thrusts back inside your abused, fluttering cunt.

“do you hear that, baby?” he asks, hearing the way your soaking cunt squelches every time he thrusts back into you, making his one-eye light up with delight − something deep and dark and primal inside of him purring possessively at the sounds that your pretty cunt makes.

“listen,” he purrs into your ear, fucking into your faster and harder, allowing you to hear yourself − the sloppy, wet noises that your overstimulated cunt makes every time he forces his way back inside, your breathy moans, the loud slap slap slap noises of his heavy balls slapping wetly against your ass − fuck, all of it makes you cry even harder.

aemond laughs, “messy baby,” he teases, smirking before he leans down to suckle at one of your bouncing tits, humming as he presses his face against the swell of your breasts, licking and sucking and nipping at your swollen, puffy little nipples, your chest flushed and heaving with every thrust of your daddy’s cock pounding inside of your weeping cunt.

“daddy, please! i can’t take anymore—“ you begin to scream-cry, your plush thighs shaking, the headboard of your bed slamming into your bedroom wall, no doubt creating dents.

aemond tuts, a feral growl escaping him as he roughly grabs the fat of your soft thighs, fisting them harshly as he holds them, digging his blunt fingernails into the meat of them, knowing he’ll leave marks − just as he left marks all over the rest of your body: between your thighs, your perky tits, your neck and collarbones, even some on your lower belly, knowing of your insecurities and wanting you to know that he loved them, that he was obsessed with your little belly and only wanted to see you grow even bigger with his baby inside of your womb.

oh, and aemond can just imagine you − big and round and swollen with his child, all achey and needy for him, so full of him, just like you’re so full of him now. soon, soon you’ll be pregnant, he has no doubt.

“you’ll take what i give you and you’ll thank me for it, won’t you?” he asks breathlessly, feeling his taut stomach tightening, signaling another orgasm of his own − another load of his cum filling your womb. “won’t you, baby?” he snaps, quickly reaching up with one of his hands and pinching one of your swollen, puffy nipples between two of his long, deft fingertips, making you squeal and nod dumbly, obediently.

“yes, yes daddy!” you squeak, nearly going cross-eyed.

the thought of filling you with another load of his cum makes aemond lose his mind, panting as he pounds into you faster, faster, faster, until he’s barely pulling out, just constantly snapping his pelvis against yours, knowing you’ll barely be able to walk in the morning.

suddenly, with a low curse, aemond is spurting his hot cum into you once again, groaning lowly as he fills you up, stuffing your slick cunt with thick ropes of his cum, hearing you mewl meekly beneath him.

“t-thank you, d-daddy…!!! thank you, thank you, thank you—“ you wail, your squishy, fleshy walls squeezing him so tightly as you come once again with him, milking his cock and creating a creamy, stringy ring around the base of his cock, soaking the neatly trimmed platinum curls decorating his pelvis.

breathlessly, aemond leans down and claims your lips in a wet, sloppy kiss, your tongues messily tangling together, with aemond of course dominating you − he feels your soft, dainty little hands pawing at his back, knowing you cherished his closeness, even when he manhandles you.

“see, you little tart?” aemond hums against your lips, keeping your mouths connected as he speaks against it, continuing his wet, possessive kisses, “told you that you’d thank me.”

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[arafilez]

੭୧ ⼂ OH? CROCHETING ﹗

ー☆ㅤㅤ [ skz ot8 x reader ] ㅤ੭𓂃 ㅤfluff, estb. relationship 𓏧 reaction ㅤ warnings none ㅤ﹢ㅤ0.2k / mem wc ㅤ𓏧 ㅤ req

੭ㅤ𝅄ㅤ ꒰ BANG CHAN ꒱

Chan opens the door to the apartment and says, “I am back,” in a sweet manner and an adorable grin, only for everything to go futile. He doesn’t hear you answer him making him tilt his head in confusion. He looks around and notices a dim light from the bedroom door despite the dark living room.

It is too early for you to be sleeping!

He keeps his bags down and walks towards the bedroom slowly prying the door open and a gasp leaves his mouth at the adorable scene that unfolds in front of him. You, lying on the bed, eyes closed and soft snores leaving your mouth and a half-done crochet top in your hands.

He walks towards you slowly, and gently removes your fingers off the pastel green material, giggling at how cute the sweater looks and then looks at you. He circles his arms around your waist trying to get you to a sleeping position but that gets you up as you jerk up.

“Woah, okay love, slow down," he replies and you stare at him, still in a bit of a haze as he coos at you, “Let’s get you to sleep, my crocheting star.”

“Mhm, good idea,” you whisper making him stare at you with half-moon eyes before a full-blown smile etches his face and he pulls you closer to get comfortable.

੭ㅤ𝅄ㅤ ꒰ LEE MINHO ꒱

Minho comes back home and his eyes narrow at his two cats sitting on the floor with crocheted cat sweaters on them. They nuzzle against his ankles and he crouches down and pats their heads saying, “Where’s Doongie?” Where is his third cat anyway?

“I can’t believe you come home and the first thing you ask for is Doongie and not the person who made those?” you fake-scoff making Minho turn in his heels and look at you holding Doongie, who is happily nuzzling against your arms. He purrs lightly in his sage green clothing and on top of it stays in your arms when Minho tries to take him.

“Someone appreciates this, at least,” you smile making Minho roll his eyes affectionately. He gently pries Doongie off your arms and places a chaste kiss on your lips saying, “Yeah, but I love you so that makes up for everything.”

“Hm, does it?” you tease but kiss him back as his head leans against yours and he holds your waist, stroking gentle lines against it. As you part away you watch him take out his phone and take pictures of his three cats before sending it to his friends.

“They look so cute,” he giggles looking at the matching and adorable sweaters and then turns to you, “You’re so cute.” “And you’re cheesy,” you giggle as he laughs along with you in the quiet home.

੭ㅤ𝅄ㅤ ꒰ SEO CHANGBIN ꒱

Changbin enters the apartment after his evening gym routine only to find it oddly quiet. He looks around and spots the muted T.V. and you lying down on the couch with a half-done crochet top in your hands.

He smiles at your adorable figure with an equally adorable piece in your hand before he walks up to you and sits beside you. Closing down the show, he picks out his phone and clicks a picture of you. His giggles are what wakes you up and you blink before getting up.

Rubbing your eyes you ask, “Binnie, when did you get here?” “Long enough to see you sleeping with that and take the cutest pictures in the world. I might win a Guinness World Record for capturing the cutest person.” You slap his arm and he laughs as you look down at the half-made top in your hands and feel the tiredness taking over.

Putting your head on his shoulder as he rounds his arm around your figure asking, “Tired?” “Yes, gonna finish this tomorrow,” you yawn halfway through your sentence and he replies, “Okay cutie, let’s so sleep.”

੭ㅤ𝅄ㅤ ꒰ HWANG HYUNJIN ꒱

“Hyunjin, Hyunjin, Hyunjin,” you jump around excitedly as soon as he enters the room and looks at you, a small smile etching his face at your sight. You are wearing a fluffy crochet cap, is that what it is called, Hyunjin wonders and a piece of crochet material is lying on the table in front of you.

His loose clothes on your body makes him giggle as you happily bounce towards him saying, “Look what I made.” His eyes land on the hat and the pale colour and intricate designs and he says, “It’s adorable!”

“I know, right?” you jump and he holds you and kisses your lips lightly making you calm down. “Let’s take some pictures,” you nod happily at his idea before you two pose for the camera and take them at weird angles just to get a good laugh.

੭ㅤ𝅄ㅤ ꒰ HAN JISUNG ꒱

“Baby, this is hard,” Jisung’s whine doesn’t go unnoticed by you as you finish the sweater you were making and grin at him. “That is because you are new at it,” you say making him pout more.

He tries for a good fifteen minutes before slumping back on the couch and keeping the crochet hook and yarn down. “Woah, did I finally find something Han Jisung, our ace, is bad at?” you giggle as he glares at you.

“I am not bad, I simply don’t have the patience right now,” he replies making you shrug, “Same difference.” You laugh loudly as he pounces on your body, tickling you, god knows how he found your weirdest tickle spots too, making you squirm and apologise at his giggly face.

Needless to say, a week later Jisung pops into your work-room with a smirk on his face and a fully crocheted sweater in his hands with the most intricate design as you stare in awe. “Told ya,” he says with a smug smile as you stare at it dumbfounded. He truly is an ace.

੭ㅤ𝅄ㅤ ꒰ LEE FELIX ꒱

Felix tiptoes into your room to surprise you after work but the scene takes him by surprise instead. He chuckles lightly at you, currently asleep with a plushie beside you and a crochet piece on your lap. Fishing out his phone he quickly takes some pictures and then wakes you up to make you sleep properly.

The next morning you wake up to a smiley Felix as you stretch lightly and ask, “Why are so shining before the sun baby?” “Because of you,” he replies making you snort, “Cheesy ass.”

“I took some interesting pictures yesterday,” he whispers before reaching out for it and you blink trying to adjust to the light. You look beside at his cheeky grin and a picture of you sleeping which is clearly from last night making you gasp. Holy shit! You are drooling there and that picture is literally his homescreen? Is he out of his mind?

“Lee Yongbok, you will remove that from your home screen right now,” you say, trying to climb over him in vain as he pouts, “What no, you look so cute.” “I am drooling,” you reason, eyes moving frantically and he kisses you before you burst into palpitations saying, “Yeah that is why it is only for my eyes to see love.”

੭ㅤ𝅄ㅤ ꒰ KIM SEUNGMIN ꒱

Seungmin enters the building and reaches the apartment putting in the lock-code. He looks around in confusion as the empty living room greets him and your abandoned slippers lie on the floor. “Y/n?” he calls once before his eyes land on the dim light coming from the bedroom door.

Walking towards it he looks inside as he watches you sleep with a small crochet top half-done. He chuckles lightly as he watches a bit of drool around the corner of your lips. Softly sitting down on the bed, he leans to the side and strokes his fingers over your cheek. You hum in your sleep leaning into his touch making him look at you endearingly.

He shakes you lightly and the movement makes you open your eyes, a hazy vision of Seungmin’s face and you stifle a yawn saying, “Hi.” “Crocheting?” he asks, in a soft and quiet tone and you murmur ‘yes’ and tilt your head against his shoulder as he wraps an arm around your waist easily.

“Keeping this aside for tomorrow,” he murmurs to mostly himself as he shuffles around in the bed, your light snores reaching his ears. He holds you and your head nuzzles against his neck as you two get into a comfortable nap.

੭ㅤ𝅄ㅤ ꒰ YANG JEONGIN ꒱

“Never making stuff with you ever again,” Jeongin complains making you roll your eyes at him. All this drama is because of a crochet hook. “I would rather die than crochet,” he continues and you sigh, there he goes again!

“Yang Jeongin you are insufferable,” you whisper lightly tapping his cheek as he narrows his eyes and says, “How are you doing it anyway?” “By having patience and not sighing with every minor inconvenience,” your snarky reply makes him grin and say, “Well there is my talented person.”

“Buttering me into completing yours won’t work,” you exclaim and he promptly replies, “How about a nice little date with greasy popcorn and cheesy rom-com?”

“Keep talking, it might be working,” you reply and he takes the opportunity to slide his arms around you saying, “All for my pretty baby.” “A kiss on lips and sold,” you whisper making him peck you immediately and you giggle, “Fine we can do this later.”

He enthusiastically puts the items away before running to bring popcorn as you select a show.

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