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cheolhub · 1 year

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LAVENDER — CHOI SEUNGCHEOL ࿐

summary. you really don’t want seungcheol to go to work, so you give him a million reasons to stay at home with you.

wc. 3.7k+

warnings. whew… dom!cheol, teasing, very needy f!reader, morning sex, f. masturbation, unprotected sex, creampie, lots of dirty talk, pussy drunk cheol <3 rough but very passionate sex, size kink if you squint, heavy praise, heavy use of pet names [pretty/sweet girl, baby, love] (im not sorry) — MINORS DNI 18+

note. happy birthday to cheolhub (not me, my account. she turns 1 today ^^) we will celebrate with a self indulgent fic. i was blinded by need for him one morning a while back and then BOOM, this was born. so here u guys go, i hope u enjoy. p.s. the title has nothing to do with the fic, stream lavender by dreamer boy :p

early mornings are the absolute worst for seungcheol. the tedious morning routine, watching the sun peek from the bleak, dark sky, and worst of all, parting from you. he hates leaving you before you can even form a coherent thought, body wracked with last night's sleep. he hates leaving you ‘cus you look so adorable while you’re drooling over your pillows, whining at him to get back in bed.

but this morning was different. normally, you’d be sound asleep by the time he had to leave, but you had been tossing and turning all night so by the time seungcheol’s alarm had gone off, you were well awake. you frown at him as he takes a deep sigh, forearm coming to rest on his forehead once he snoozes the alarm.

you scoot closer to him, snuggling into his side and wrapping an arm around his naked torso. he hums at your touch, “g’morning, baby,” his raspy voice sends a shiver up your spine.

“nothin’ good about this morning,” you mumble passively, pressing your face further into his side.

cheol raises an eyebrow. you sound too awake this morning. “did you sleep at all?” he pressed, noticing the lack of tiredness in your voice. the arm on his forehead comes down to wrap around your frame. he takes your vow of silence as a no and he whines cutely at you, “angel, why didn’t you wake me?”

“‘cus you had to wake up early, cheollie,” you pout. “and i didn’t wanna bug you.”

“you could do no such thing,” he defends, his hand rubbing your hip. “why couldn’t you sleep?”

you shrug, shyly. you could tell him about how you had imagined him fucking you all day yesterday and how you needed him horribly while he was at work, but your embarrassment keeps you from admitting your desperation.

but, cheol is smart. maybe a bit too smart. especially when it comes to you. he can read you like an open book, knows you like the back of his hand.

“aw, was my pretty baby horny?” he coos feeling the way you wordlessly nod your head into his side. “yeah?”

“yeah… missed you all day yesterday,” you murmur, pressing chaste kisses to his naked, warm skin. “ needed you so bad, but you seemed tired when you got home… ‘n, like i said, i didn’t wanna bug you, so,”

seungcheol shakes his head disapprovingly as he maneuvers his body to hover over yours. “what did i just say? you could never bug me, Y/N.” he reprimands and you pout once more. “tell me what you need, baby, hmm?” his voice drops an octave and you feel yourself melt to putty. “what does my pretty baby need?”

the sheer dominance that emits from his body has your insides churning in anticipation. “need you…” you can barely breathe out.

he chuckles, “yeah? ‘m right here, love.” the lilt to his voice signals he’s teasing and you let out a soft whine. “did you need anything else?”

“need you in me,” you exhale.

“that so?” he questions, raising his eyebrow, feigning awareness, “i dunno baby, doesn’t seem like you actually need me…”

you squirm under him, your panties soaking as his patronizing tone arouses you to no end. “please, i do,” you whimper. “i need you so bad, cheol, please.”

his breath hitches and his previous teasing manner suddenly vanishes. before he can say anything, though, his second alarm rings indicating he has to get ready. forreal this time.

you’re saddened at the thought of him leaving… it would be totally selfish of you to provoke him, right? especially so early in the morning while he should be getting ready for work…

but he did say that you could never bug him…

“cheollie,” you mumble. “can’t you call in for the morning? just go in a lil late?” you ask, hopeful.

the sigh that he lets slip his lips is one you know all too well. it’s a heavy sigh that comes right before he’s about to tell you something disappointing. something you don’t want to hear. “baby…”

you deflate before he says anything else, huffing out, “fine.” he smiles at the pout that etches into your lips but it’s quickly wiped off his face when you sulk out your next words, “guess i’m just gonna have to fuck myself all day while you’re gone.”

“huh…is that so, baby?” his soft tone is gone, replaced with one that makes you immediately submit to him. he leans into you, a sinister smile creeping back onto his face as thoughts roam through his mind. “yeah? gonna shove those pretty little fingers in your cunt and pretend it’s me making you feel good?”

you exhale sharply, gulping when you feel your throat dry up. “y-yeah.” your stutter doesn’t go unnoticed by your boyfriend, yet he plays along with your cute little game.

“guess that means i don’t have to make you cum this morning then, huh?”

you gasp, snapping your head back to look at him, eyes filled with regret. “what?! wait, no, no, i-i want–”

he cuts off your stuttering while wearing a faux pout, “what happened, baby? i thought you wanted to fuck yourself? i think you should go for it, you don’t need me.”

“no, cheol, i do– i’m sorry, i do need you.” you tell him feebly, a whine following your words.

he coos, “aw, really? then why don’t you show me, sweet girl.”

“but you’re gonna be late–”

“don’t worry about that, baby, just go ahead and touch yourself for me.”

you whimper, nodding your head. you hook your fingers into the elastic bands of your sleep shorts and wet panties, lifting your hips up to pull the thin pieces of fabric off your body. your heated core is now exposed to the cool air, chilling your feverish body the second it fans over your cunt.

seungcheol can see the way your pussy glistens with the soft light peeking in through the window. blood rushes straight to his cock and it throbs almost painfully under his loose shorts. he doesn’t feel like going all the way to work like this, nor does he want to be there with the thought of you touching yourself without him.

your hand trails down to your pussy, two of your fingers finding your clit. your eyes flutter close, shifting and getting comfortable on the bed before moving faster.

your eyes don’t need to be open to see him staring intently at you. you can feel his gaze burning holes into your skin and knowing he’s sitting on his knees above you…just watching makes you squirm a bit. adrenaline continues to pump through your veins, exciting you further.

your breath hitches and a soft, “fuck,” tumbles out of your mouth. your fingers pick up their pace, rubbing into the swollen bud with pure desire.

your lips tug up a bit when you hear your boyfriend’s shuddered exhale. you decide that— maybe— it’s your chance to put on a little show for him.

your free hand comes up to fondle your tits, squeezing the fat with vigor. you arch into both of your hands helplessly. your eyes screw together and your jaw goes slack as moans come out of your open mouth.

and, fuck, you bet you look so lewd to him. playing with your tits through your thin shirt and panting like a bitch in heat, all the while you're desperately grinding your hips for more.

and then you give him something he can’t deny. something he can’t ignore even if he wanted to.

“mmm, fuck,” you moan, fingers dipping down into your pulsing core. “fuck, ‘m so wet, cheol.”

when he doesn’t reply, your eyes crack open and shoot to stare at him. with your eyebrows knit together, you moan again, curling the fingers trapped between your warm, velvet walls. you speak as if he’s not inches away from you, as if you’re not staring directly at him while you fuck yourself with your fingers. “wish you’d just come ‘n fuck me, cheollie. wish my fingers were your cock so bad.”

the wet sounds of your fingers curling and scissoring inside of you fill the room and it’s driving him absolutely insane. heat begins to radiate off his body and he realizes he can’t take this much longer–

“need your fat cock to fill me up so bad–” you pant, eyes rolling to the back of your head, the sight of him disappearing and your vision fades to black. “need you to split me open, make me take it all.”

and you’re not that close– even though your fingers feel fucking amazing– but stretching the truth never hurt anyone, so you whine out, “m close.”

he finally cracks..

his hand spans over your tummy and his thumb finds your clit, circling the puffy bud faster than you could imagine, “so soon, baby?” he asks with a low voice, words heavy and dripping with sheer dominance. “you’re that horny? gonna cum after playing with your pretty pussy for five minutes?”

you weren’t close before, but the stimulation to your clit along with the fingers in your messy cunt and your hand on your breast have you tensing up. your tummy tightens and your brain goes a bit haywire, his vulgar words not helping the situation in the slightest.

“needy girl… so fuckin’ dirty.” he murmurs. “talkin’ about getting split open on my cock. need me to fuck you back to sleep, don’t you?”

you nod eagerly as his fingers work you faster, swiftly rubbing into you. he’s grinning at the way your movements are inconsistent, how you’re unable to keep your speed from faltering– your hand is probably cramping up inside of you.

his free hand catches your wrist, pulling your fingers out causing a mewl to erupt in the back of your throat, but before you have a chance to complain, his longer, thicker fingers are replacing yours. he’s mocking your actions, but he’s making it feel so much better as he stretches you further and hitting all your spots better than you were.

he hums, “you sure you can even take it? you’re squeezin’ my fingers so tight—”

your eyes snap open again and you protest through a moan, essentially cutting him off, “i-i can! you know i can!”

a deep, dark chuckle reverberates through your room as he nods, “you’re right, huh? you always take me so well. my good girl.”

you really are going to cum now and seungcheol can feel it. you clamp around his fingers and your own curl around his wrist in attempts to ground yourself before your impending orgasm washes over you.

“is this really how you wanna cum before i’m off to work, baby?” another faux pout appears on his face. “you don’t wanna cum on my cock? don’t want me to cum with you?”

you cry, shaking your head incessantly, preparing to have pure bliss cruelly ripped away from you. “cock, want– fuck, cheol– i-i want your cock.”

his pout morphs into yet another devious smirk as he pulls both of his hands off of you, abandoning you to cry and mewl in disappointment. the orgasm bubbling up in the pit of your tummy quickly flees, dissolving into nothing and leaving you with a dull ache in your needy core.

seungcheol quickly strips his boxers off, his hard cock slapping against his abdomen. he doesn’t need to with how wet you are, but he still lets a trail of spit coat his angry, red tip.

you’re still heaving, recovering from your loss of orgasm and seungcheol is very aware. he can see that you're heavily anticipating the feeling of his dick finally pressing into you, doing your best to be patient and he has to fight off the urge to tease you for being so desperate.

but, in all honesty, he’s doing no better than you. his hands eagerly find the backs of your thighs, spreading you open and then pushing them back till your knees knock against your chest. you gasp when you realize the position he’s put you in–

he’s really going to give it to you.

he slaps the heavy tip of his cock against your clit a few times causing your hips to jolt after every strike. he laughs quietly to himself, savoring the sight of you like this even though he knows he’ll have you like this again tonight and tomorrow and for the years to come. he’ll still burn the image of you before him into his brain every single time. you’re just too beautiful not to.

he runs his head through your drenched slit and you can’t resist the impatient groan that comes out of your mouth. “god, cheol, don’t tease. please.”

“you’re so cute when you’re worked up, though.”

“i’m a lot cuter with your dick inside of me,” you mumble, clenching around nothing as another flash of arousal courses through your body. “taking all of you.”

he can’t argue with that.

he finally trails down to your drooling hole, slowly and steadily pushing into you. daunting inch by inch. he lodges his bottom lip in between his teeth, biting back an embarrassing moan over how incredibly tight you are.

he’s only a quarter of the way in and you’re almost in tears. the pain from the stretch is one you’ll never get used to, but you breathe through it. he guides you through it.

“good job, baby, just breathe. it’s gonna feel good, just relax.” he gets out with a strained voice as you let out an incoherent string of words.

you give him a broken nod and moan, doing your best to control your labored breathing and physically unclench.

he decides to just go halfway for the time being, gently thrusting in and out of your vice-like pussy till the pain subsides– till you’re able to take it all.

and it’s not long before said pain turns into fervor and immense pleasure.

“ch-cheol– oh, my god.” your words are something between a whine and mewl. “so big, oh my… fuck. you’re so big…”

he groans, cock twitching at the praise. he doesn’t mean to, but he fucks another inch (or two) into you, driving himself deeper into you. when you gasp at the intrusion, he swears he won’t be able to last long.

he moans out his words, breathy and a bit stuttered. “d-don’t say that… swear to god, you’re gonna drive me fuckin’ crazy.”

you give him an airy laugh– though it quickly dies and turns into a whimper– and say, “you can give it to me.”

a growl bubbles in his chest at the implication of your words. before he moves, he asks, “you sure?” and when you give him a soft yes, he doesn’t hold back, the switch– the sanity switch– in his mind and body flipping off.

he grabs the back of your thighs for support before pushing the rest of himself inside of you in one go. his hips meet yours and it has your eyes rolling back, an array of mewls and moans bouncing off the walls of your room mixing with his loud groans.

he holds himself there for a second, but when you clamp around him tighter than before, he pulls his hips back and slams back into you. he repeats his actions, almost completely pulling out and pushing back in over and over till he gains a steady, consistent pace.

he’s in deep, the tip of his cock scraping against your sweet spot. he hits it persistently while spewing praises left and right.

“such a good girl. fuck, you’re so good, you know that?” he rambles, stars in his eyes as he watches your face contort and your body twitch at the sweet words. “feel so fuckin’ good, shit–”

you wish you could reply. give him back some praise about how his cock is fucking incredible, how he’s perfect, how he’s the most beautiful man ever, but the words escape you, as does your mind. instead, you tighten around him, velvety walls molding to the shape of him.

a guttural groan leaves him and he moves faster, forcing himself in and out, “not gonna last if you keep doing that.”

you do it again, clenching around him as he’s keeping up his impressive speed. “f-fill me up.”

“i fucking will,” he growls as if that were his plan all along. “but you’re gonna cum for me first.”

he discreetly snakes his hand between the two of you, hand splaying over your stomach as it did earlier except, this time, he’s pushing down and feeling himself inside of you. he groans at the sensation as his thumb catches your clit.

“cheol!” you gasp, shockwaves running through your body at the contact.

“come on, baby,” he coaxes in his sultry, breathy voice. “you can do it, can’t you? you can cum for me?”

you suck in a sharp breath through your teeth, body becoming overstimulated at the onslaught of pleasure. your tummy tightens, just like before, and you feel the knot reforming with his deep strokes filling you to the brim and skillfully hitting your spot every time.

“y-yeah– fuck, yes,” you pant, eyes screwing shut and body arching. you squeeze him tight– so tight he’s scared you might not let him leave. every nerve ending in your body is tingling, electrified– you may have the best orgasm of your life at six in the fucking morning. “cheol– cheol! cheol, i–” you sob, each version of his name getting louder and more incomprehensible than the last.

looking at you, he thinks he’s in heaven. or maybe he’s in hell because his cock is twitching uncontrollably and he’s just barely hanging on. a pretty whine– one that he finds a bit embarrassing– escapes him before his wavered voice says, “fuck, i got you, baby. cum for me. cum all over my cock like the pretty girl you are.”

your body jerks and vision goes white at his command. the knot in your belly unravels rather quickly and you persuasively drench his length in your syrupy arousal. a silent scream leaves your mouth and you’re squirming under him as he continues to fuck you through your orgasm before your entire body goes lax.

you whine out little, mindless babbles, begging him to cum while he picks up his pace, fucking into your near lifeless body with so much vigor.

“gonna let me fill this pretty pussy, huh?” he grits through his teeth, pulling his hand from your tummy in favor of putting it on the back of your thigh again. he pins your legs to your chest with a sense of urgency, nearly folding you in half. “tell me how bad you wanna get fucked full of my cum, baby.”

you shudder at the thought of him pumping you full. you nod dumbly, “p-please, cheol. wanna feel it inside of me so bad.”

“yeah?”

“fuck yes,”

he groans, his nails digging into your flesh. if he wasn’t close before, he’s going to fucking explode now.

his hips stutter, thrusts growing sloppy before he stills with his tip nestled at your hilt. his abs contract and he twitches and pulses in between your walls. a soft cry of your name falls from his plush lips right as he shoots ribbons of warm cum deep into your cunt.

the warmth of his cum causes a wanton moan to escape you. there’s so much of it that it’s hard to keep it inside of you. so much that it ends up spilling and dribbling out of your hole as he slowly pulls out.

he watches in awe, dick twitching in excitement at the sight. he shakily exhales, holding himself back from shoving it into you again.

you’re so sore. coming down from your euphoric high, you let your legs down, stretching them out due to the strenuous position, and try to regulate your breathing.

a few minutes pass and you finally feel like your heart rate is back to normal. you still feel his load slipping out of you, so your hand comes down to your messy pussy, swiping up some of his seed and bringing your fingers to your lips.

seungcheol groans at the moan you let out at the taste of your mixed cum. “you’re such a tease.” he mutters, hands soothing over your body.

you pull your fingers out of your mouth and smile lazily at him. “we’re meant to be then.”

he cracks a wide grin, “we are, huh?”

“very.” you nod.

he leans down, whispering a soft i love you and pecking your lips. right before you can wrap your arms around him and tangle up with him again, he moves away.

you groan in annoyance, “you’re not still going to work are you? after that?!”

“baby,” he laughs. “i’m already gonna be late. i have to clean you up and then get ready.”

“noooo, stay with me.” you whine making grab hands at him. “we could have so much more fun here. for example, i could suck you off.” you say in joking matter though you have never been more serious in your entire life. “orrrr, we can do some of the things you’ve always wanted to try.” you whisper, a taunting smile on your face.

he gasps, face flushing, “baby, don’t play.” he shakes his head, pushing his dirty thoughts to the back of his head. “while the offer sounds tempting–”

“just today, cheol,” you plead, a pout on your face. “for me? please? just don’t wanna be away from you.”

he wishes that you weren’t so persuasive, but, unfortunately for him, you are. he can’t resist the pouts or the pleading eyes or how cute you are when you’re clingy. an exasperated sigh slips his lips. he’s going to have to play catch-up tomorrow, but the idea of spending the day with you instead makes it seem worth it.

“fine, i’ll give them a call. tell them i’m sick or something.” he says, a smile playing onto his lips. “just for you. just for today.”

“yay!” you cheer, sitting up on your messy bed sheets. “round 2 in the shower? then maybe we can work through your bucket list.”

“you are literally insatiable.” he scoffs as if he isn’t pulling your arms to get you out of the bed.

“seems like you’re way ahead of me.”

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nochukoo97 · 1 year

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boyfriend drabbles (pt.21)

pairing: jungkook x reader

summary: the one where you fall asleep whilst waiting for jungkook

word count: 900+

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As you avert your eyes from the glaring screen of your laptop, you check your phone to see if a certain someone had responded to your texts.

you: kook when are u coming home?

delivered

you: text me back when u see this okayyy 🙃

delivered

Your eyebrows furrow, creating a small crease between them as you begin to grow frustrated by Jungkook being MIA.

He has told you that he would be back to eat dinner with you after his boxing practice, but it was currently already 9pm and the said man was nowhere to be seen.

“Bam, where’s your daddy,” You’re whining at the doberman who’s ears perk up at the mention of his name, Bam makes his way to your desk and lays his head on your lap.

You stroke the long and soft ears of the dog, Jungkook having decided not to clip his ears, and you would assume Bam is extremely grateful for his dad’s decision.

Bam’s mouth opens, letting out a squeaky yawn as you catch the yawn yourself, your eyes tearing up slightly under your glasses.

For now you simply assumed he stayed back at his practice again and forgot the time, something Jungkook often did when he was really into the lesson.

But there’s an assignment waiting for you to be completed, the thought of it snaps you out of your daze and forces you to continue to type away with the screen shining right into your tired eyes.

“Bam, house,” you point to the large dog bed in the corner of you and Jungkook’s shared office. Every room in your apartment had a dog bed for the spoilt dog.

He obediently walks over to the bed, plops down and lets out a huff before drifting off to sleep.

However, progress with the essay you were supposed to write was not going too well, with every word you typed onto the keyboard, your eyes were fluttering shut closer each second.

“Jagi, I’m home,” Jungkook’s voice echoes into the silence of the apartment, as he frowns, expecting you to run up to him and ask him a million questions as to why he was back so late.

Instead he was met with a dark apartment, the office room down the hallway lit up as Bam excitedly huffs around your boyfriend.

“Bam, where’s your mommy?” The dog only perks up at the mention of his name again, he trails behind Jungkook who’s making his way to the only light source in the apartment.

A smile tugs at the corner of Jungkook’s lips as he spots you laying over your desk, head propped against your folded arms as your mouth emits soft breathing that fills the room.

He pulls out his phone, opening the camera app to snap a picture.

But the flash function had not been turned off, causing a bright glare to emit from his phone as he clicks the button to take a picture.

“Oh fuck-“

You squint your eyes as you slowly sit up, groggy and mind hazy from your previous slumber.

“Baby?” The small voice that comes out from your mouth makes Jungkook soften his gaze on you, stroking your cheek as he pecks it gently.

“Sorry Jagi, I got caught up again because I wanted to master this technique that they taught me today,” He gives you another apologetic kiss on your forehead as you close your eyes, the bright light on the ceiling way too glaring for your tired eyes.

“Mm, missed you,” You hum, stretching out your arms to wrap them around Jungkook’s waist, as he chuckles and fondly ruffles at your hair.

“Have you eaten Jagi?”

“Mm-hm,”

“Okay come on, it’s already 10, we should wash up and get ready to sleep,” He attempts to pull your body up but you freeze, remembering you still had that unfinished essay to do.

You point to the laptop screen, opening your mouth to explain to your boyfriend that you had to sit here and finish it up before you could do anything else.

“Baby you can do it tomorrow, come on, you’re tired already,” He manages to convince you to follow him into the bedroom, as you trudge slightly behind him.

Jungkook smiles fondly at you as he watches you plop onto your shared bed, spreading out like a starfish as you take in the coldness of the AC.

Soon, there's a large mass that climbs over you, sinking the mattress down as Jungkook pecks your lips, his hands on both sides of your arms.

“Kook I’m too tired to do my skincare today, let’s just sleep,” You yawn, arms reaching up to pull the man above you down.

But Jungkook resists, tutting at you, “You’ll regret it in the morning, come on, I’ll help you,”

You shake your head, grouchy as you whine and cover yourself with the duvet under you.

“Hop on,”

“Huh?”

You peer curiously at where the voice was coming from, Jungkook propped up on his knees as he signals for you to get on his back.

You giggle, sliding out of bed as you climb onto him, tightening your grip on his shoulders as he carries you to the bathroom, letting you down gently on the closed toilet seat.

It takes a while for Jungkook to find out which of your skincare does what, but he manages in the end.

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foreverisntenough · 5 months

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‘OURS’

Summary: You were his and he was yours but what would it be like adding one more? Thrust into a whirlwind romance you never could’ve imagined that became your forever love. You continue building a new life across the pond with a very beautiful Scouser. A sequel to the ‘You’re Mine’ fic.

Index:

Chapter 1 - Size of A Plum

Chapter 2 - With a ‘U’ or an ‘O’

Chapter 3 - Auntie Laur and A Very Drunk Boy

Warnings: This series will contain fluff, suggestion, smut (unprotected sex,) pregnancy, mention of the word ‘daddy,’ kind of angsty, alcohol consumption - not sure what else really… if i miss anything please lmk!

Note: Thank you for reading! Please be sure to like, comment, or message me what you think of the series! Try not to nitpick with any real pregnant logistics it’s better if you just read along happily :)

Chapter 4 - Baby Dior | ‘Ours’

“Thank you for coming over for dinner tonight. If you came from 7 hours away or 7 minutes away, Y/N and I really appreciate it. Erm… we do have some news we wanted to share with our all, our families.” Trent smiled and looked at you. You squeezed his arm reassuring him that you were okay. “We've been discussing this for some time, so we’re absolutely buzzing…” he paused and looked at you again offering you the moment.

“So yeah, this… erm, sorry a little nervous.” You quivered, shaking some. Trent pressed a kiss to your forehead whispering to you that everything was okay. You watched Marcel’s eyebrows raise interested, your sister's cheeks rose from a smile of anticipation, Tyler leaning forward in his chair, your dad leaning back in his. You watched as a caterer placed a little white box in front of everyone’s seat. The whole table inspected the plain carton in front of them. “So, if you wouldn’t mind opening up the little boxes in front of each of you. Hopefully, you’ll be excited with us come this Fall as we are…” you paused. You could hear the thick material of the boxes being plied open over the muffled music outside. Then you heard the first breath get sucked in from your mum. “We are expecting a baby!” You got out fairly confidently. Collectively there were a lot of gasps and ‘oh my gods.’ You giggled a little as Trent held you closer in support. In each box there were respective things for each person pertaining to their role in your baby’s life i.e being an uncle, a grandmother, an aunt. With the little gifts was also the ultrasound. On each one you had written a little blurb.

‘Baby Girl Alexander-Arnold coming this Fall!’

In Marcel’s box you felt the need to include a little white sticky note on the photo as well.

‘Yes, this was planned’

It was cheeky and it made him smile that you knew him well enough to know he’d be a little taken aback by all this coming at him. Dianne thought she was going to have a heart attack. She grabbed your mum's hand and your mum was in the same boat.

“A baby girl!” She yelled astonished, standing up. She ran over to you first. She gave you the tightest hug you’ve ever been given before she released you to give possibly a tighter one to Trent. You picked your head up to see everyone impatiently waiting to say congratulations asking a million questions but your dad caught your eye. He was at the end of the table unmoved with tears in his eyes. You got up and squeezed Trent’s shoulder before walking over to him. You crouched next to his chair and put your hand on his arm.

“Oh, dad… ” you whispered sympathetically . Your mum walked around you placing a kiss on your cheek before going over to Trent. She wanted you to have your moment alone with your dad. You had such a special bond with him. Your whole family was close but this was really different from your relationships with your mum and sister. You were so similar. You learned with him, you explored the world with him. He was your best friend, your role model, the first man you truly loved with your whole heart and in a twist of fate and the heat of one summer he in a way brought you to Trent. Without him you would’ve never known those big brown eyes on 78th Street.

“I’m so proud of the women you’ve grown up to be. So incredibly kind and loving. You’ll be the most amazing mother to a very lucky girl.” Tears started to fill your eyes as he spoke quietly only to you. He wiped away his own before he did yours. His approval was all you ever wanted. He gave you everything you could ever want in a life, in a backwards way he introduced you to Trent. He was the best parent you could ask for and unknowingly also a wingman. The fact that you were about to embark on your own parental journey was surreal.

“She’ll be lucky to have the most amazing grandad too.” You cooed leaning your head onto his shoulder.

“I guess I’ll have myself an official born and bred Red now I suppose.” He joked. He pressed a kiss to your forehead before he picked himself up from his seat to go give Trent a hug and you followed.

“Congratulations, honestly. I couldn’t be happier for you two. It’s so important that you have each other on this journey.” You could feel your dad shifting into a mode you knew well. One where he was speaking vaguely before diving into something he had been harboring. “I’d like to request that my visits to see my granddaughter will be at Anfield.” He joked and gripped Trent’s shoulder in a way that made you quickly squeeze his opposite arms hand.

“Trent, come here a minute.” You heard your dad say it and you got nervous for Trent you couldn’t imagine what he was possibly feeling. Trent went over and your dad wrapped his arm around his shoulder and they walked off away from your families. You were in a conversation with your mum and Dianne but mentally you were somewhere else trying to read Trent’s lips and monitor your dad’s body language.

“Do not want to be in that discussion.” Marcel quipped seeing Trent’s face fall into a more serious mold. He was sitting with Tyler and your sister trying to eavesdrop.

“Yeah impregnating his daughter isn’t exactly the best way to win a dad over is it?” Your sister laughed also starting to watch their conversation closely.

“Nah it’s not.” Tyler laughed. “Trenty can hold his own though he’s got the prem trophy on his side. Your dad can’t forget that.” Tyler sarcastically but maybe seriously commented, your sister couldn’t tell. Their conversation lulled to only small comments about what they thought they overheard.

“I trust you wholeheartedly on the pitch every weekend. I’d like to think I can trust you just the same with my daughter and my granddaughter every day of their lives.” Your dad spoke sternly towards Trent looking over his shoulder at you caressing your belly. You looked beautiful and healthy. He meant what he said earlier. He was so proud of you. He wanted to threaten Trent. Scare him. As kind and humorous as your dad was, he definitely had a fire that made him absolutely terrifying. Like the man you’d see at the pub you wouldn’t want to piss off. Trent was polite and considerate listening intently hanging into every word your dad said. He couldn’t exactly understand the emotion though. He watched your dad rant about how special you were and Trent agreed but it was a slightly different form of affection. Trent was wrapping his head around the fact that he was going to be a dad, that he would have a daughter, that he would have this conversation someday. Trent swore, promised, vowed he would take care of you and your babygirl and also in true form, never without some humor your dad also insisted Trent promised England would win the next World Cup. Your dad believed him about taking care of you and only partially about the World Cup. They returned to the party, your dad more at ease, Trent more on edge.

Your house was so full for the rest of the week. Your mum began helping start the nursery, your sister and you in fits of giggles trying to sort out how to dress for the upcoming match of Trent’s you were going to in Spain, your dad and Trent watching the remainder of other leagues seasons. Suddenly their 4 day stay was over, the house was quiet, it was strange to have your family there one day and gone the next. You didn’t realize how much you missed them, especially your sister. You made a promise you’d be better about seeing each other in person more.

After your family left there was only about a week and half until you were flying with Marcel to the Champions League Final in Madrid. This very well could be the year Trent and Liverpool won the treble; The English Premier League, The FA Cup, and after this 90 odd minutes, The Champions League. You arrived at the stadium. It was bustling. It was busy, nosy, everything you didn’t want to experience thrust into one place; large men pushing around, alcohol everywhere, smoke and flares in the air. It wasn’t ideal but there was nowhere else you wanted to be. If you weren’t months into a pregnancy the atmosphere would be exciting, almost beautiful in the way it energized the air. Trent had won this before but there was no problem with winning it again. Liverpool was playing AC Milan and it was bound to be a good game. You and Marcel weaved your way up to your concourse. Since Marcel found out you were pregnant he had been almost as protective as Trent. You weren’t sure that was possible but he was a close number 2. The joke that you spent more time with him probably was more true than you’d like to admit. He had become one of your best friends in England. He was like a little brother, as much as you loved to razz the other or pick fights, you loved him unconditionally and vise versa. He would do anything to keep you safe. He kept his arm around you as you made your way up to a box. Eventually the rest of the Alexander-Arnold camp arrived and you mingled around while a few people you hadn’t seen in a while congratulated you quietly about your pregnancy, unsure if that was something you were doing yet . Trent’s manager found out fairly early right after your families knew but you hadn’t seen him in person since he found out. You sat up in a box tucked away from the crowds and as a surprise to you about 5 minutes before kick off, in walked a friendly familiar face who was ecstatic to see you. Jude had snuck into the stadium incognito in hopes of not drawing attention to himself. So far he had managed the task well.

“C’mere, Mum!” He cheekily cooed, not as quiet as you would’ve liked, pulling you into a hug. You squeezed him tight. “Brought your little family something.” He handed you a bag. You said you’d open it later, you couldn’t handle any more emotions than you were already feeling. You believed in Trent and the team wholeheartedly. It just was stressful. You were massively nervous for this game but he insisted. You rolled your eyes at him being such a pest but you dug through the little gift bag. You unwrapped tissue paper and unfolded a Bellingham Real Madrid jersey. You smiled at how small it was. It did occur to you that if all Trent’s friends giftedyour baby girl jerseys she was going to have quite the collection.

“You know he’s not going to let her wear this in England.” You joked pulling him in for another hug. “Thank you, Judey. When we come back to Madrid with her, she will definitely have it on.” You giggled.

You moved outside the box to see Liverpool warm up on the pitch. Trent stood with his brow furrowed as he surveyed the seats in front of the box high up for you. He finally found you and his stern face snapped into the full cheeky smile you loved. You blew him a kiss and he made a heart with his hands back up to you. No matter how many matches he did it at, it always made your heart skip a beat. You felt so special being the girl in the crowd he was sending his love to. While you loved the gesture it also acted as a signal to those who cared if you were or weren’t at a game. If there was a heart in that boy's hands, there was a Y/N in the stands. Before you knew it you were singing You’ll Never Walk Alone swaying back and forth with Marcel and just as quickly the match was underway. Your eyes followed Trent closely as you leaned back in your seat, one hand subtly trying to hold your bump. You wore one of Trent’s jerseys from a few years ago with a pair of Reformation black shorts and a mesh Gucci black GG heeled sandal that featured the logo monogram patterned in rhinestone crystals across it paired with Bottega Veneta silver drop earrings and matching silver mini Sardine Bag.

What started as a fan account updating that you were simply at the match, moved to a breakdown of your outfit, and then spiraled into uncontrollable internet chaos. Comments flooded Instagram and Twitter posts of you sitting in the box next to Jude and Marcel. Being with Jude only fueled the fire and more for eyes to search for you at the stadium.

‘ISTG she’s pregnant. Why have we not seen her lately?’

‘YK Jude and Trent drive her crazy 😂’

‘She’s so cool. I want her closet’

‘Wait Jude Bellingham is at this match?’

‘Imagine sitting next to Jude Bellingham and friendzoning him lol’

‘She bagged box tickets to the UCL final… mission complete’

The first half began and as much as you were trying to watch you were slightly distracted as Marcel and Jude rattled on about what you should name your baby every time the ball went out of play. It faded out eventually when unfortunately, you all watched Milan net an early penalty but then in quick succession Trent bagged an assist to equalize. You watched minutes tick by. The match felt both painfully slow and unbelievably fast. The crowd were chanting. At first you didn’t clock it until a few people beneath the box turned to look up at you. You assumed it was to see Jude but they were pointing more at you. You’re not sure what drew the attention to you. People seemed to be fixated on Trent and there for you. Half the stadium sang out in unison…

‘She’s not that fit, she’s not that fiit, Trent Alexander Arnold, your birds not that fit’ . * IYKYK the tune*

When the chant fully registered, you didn't know what to do. You felt paralyzed. Jude leaned over and cupped his hand over your ear. He whispered to you not to react. To wait until it was over. You understood why he said that. There would be more of a story if there were videos of you running away crying but the thing was you couldn’t move if you wanted to. It felt never ending. Ringing and ringing around the stadium. When it finally faded out. Dianne came over and rushed you inside. You started balling. You had no control of your tears. It wasn’t that the chant was all that offensive, it was just the feeling of being targeted by so many people and more so, the feeling that you were carrying your little girl as they insulted you. Dianne sat with you consoling you until Jude came inside after a couple minutes. He plopped next to you on the couch. When his big frame sat down, your side of the cushion raised. He told you he got tired of everyone taking photos of him but you knew he just wanted to make sure you were okay.

“Me and you can hide out, yeah?” He cooed sweetly wrapping his arm around you laying it over the back of the couch. You watched the game on the large tv inside a little annoyed at yourself for being unable to withstand the crowd. You wanted to see Trent play so as it got into the final minutes you walked outside. It wasn’t looking good for Liverpool. They didn’t have a ton of possession but you were holding out hope. In an instant, a bizarre deflection off a shot bounced off god knows who into the back of the goal. Your stomach dropped. 2 -1 Milan. You felt sick. This couldn’t end like this. 90 minutes. 5 minutes of stoppage time. Then 4 minutes, 3 minutes, 2 minutes,1 minute left then the absolute worst sound you’ve ever heard; the referee’s final whistle muffled by half the crowd beginning to celebrate. Your eyes glazed over. You looked at Marcel dropping his head into his hands. You ran your hand over his back. Jude squeezed his hand tight above your knee.

“It’ll be fine.” He whispered as you both watched Trent take a seat defeated on the pitch. His head between his legs. They had lost the Champions League final. Cynically, Trent had to do a press conference post match. You went downstairs in the stadium with Tyler to be there with him.

You could barely look Trent in the eyes when you saw him. He walked over and hugged you in complete silence. Your cheeks squished together in the embrace. You pressed your lips to his skin and he closed his eyes. You could still feel his rapid heartbeat and chest heavily rise and fall. He was absolutely devastated. He let go and went on to go do his media duties. You trailed behind him watching his strong back walk into the room security tailing you. You stood in the back corner with people from the club and Trent’s camp. Your heart broke hearing his voice. His eyes eventually cast up towards you and they softened. You could barely manage a sympathetic smile. When you finally got to leave the stadium it was chaos and yet simultaneously soundless in the car. Trent wanted to get the fuck out of Spain so that’s what you did. You were on a plane back to England promptly. You didn’t know what to say. What you did know was that Trent needed to avoid his phone at all costs. Between the loss and the chant about you… he couldn’t see the internet right now. You grabbed his phone and turned it off putting it away in his bag. He was laying face down on a couch on the plane. You sat on the floor next to him. You rubbed his arm. He didn’t acknowledge you for a while until he turned his head to look at you. His blank stare didn’t change, it was just empty.

“I know, baby.” You whispered understanding his numbness, pushing your lips against his forearm. There wasn’t really anything to say. Trent wasn’t the type of person that wanted to hear ‘you played well’ or ‘you did your best’ type stuff even if it was true. He took losses to heart. Eventually he pulled you up for a cuddle with him. You sat next to him and opened your arms for him to settle into you. He let out demoralized breaths and sighs as you ran your hand up and down his back. He kept his face hidden in the nape of your neck. You kept the trip quiet only whispering how much you loved him after you’d kiss his head every so often. The loss lingered for days. When you settled back in at home he was almost vacant but he still took care of you. He drew you a bath every night. Sometimes he would join you but it’d be quiet, other times he would stay downstairs playing fifa in the cinema.

“You want to take it out on me?” You were asking if he wanted to have rough sex in an effort to make him feel better or just release a little. You’d done it a lot before it was always fun and hot but Trent was less than impressed.

“Nah baby. For one thing, you’re pregnant I’m not going to choke you out am I? Secondly, I’m not really in the mood for all that, honestly.” He was fairly snippy lately but you understood and let it go. You felt terrible and a little lost on how to fix this one but one day you decided you needed to get him out of the house. It was officially summer and the off season there was no use sitting inside. You forcibly dragged him with you and the dogs to go for a walk on Formby Beach. Trent rolled up the bottom of your sweatpants for you. Bending down was starting to get more difficult for you so you appreciated it. As you walked along the shore you spotted a family playing football. A little girl and her brother playing in the sand both in Liverpool jerseys; the boy wearing a Salah number 11 and then an all too familiar 66 flashed when the little girl turned around. Seeing her tiny curls in the kit hit you like a freight train. This would be your life. You would have a daughter just the same. You nodded your head in their direction for Trent to see. He squeezed your hand he was holding.

“Thank you.” He whispered quietly into your ear with a kiss behind it. He was happy you made him come with you. You smiled back at him before returning your gaze to the children’s football game.

“Always for you. You should say hi, T.” you cooed, turning back to him, swiping your thumb over his cheek.

“Nah, I don’t want to.” He wasn’t usually the person to go out of his way to flaunt who he was but he definitely didn’t feel like it after Madrid. They were only kids, you knew they'd be excited to meet him. Trent was not feeling the best and you understood that too. But as the way life goes suddenly the ball skidded across the sand towards you two. Trent juggled the ball a few times, flicking it upwards to catch it with a smile forming on his face. You gave him a knowing look because even as much as he was wallowing in the loss he still absolutely loved football at the end of the day. He walked it over to the two kids. You frowned seeing the two kids absolutely lose their minds seeing the one and only Trent Alexander-Arnold come over. They gushed that he was their favorite because he’s a Scouser like them. In turn, Trent teased the little boy about his Mo jersey. Their parents weren’t much better at containing their excitement. Trent took photos with them and talked for a little. When you walked away you could tell he felt significantly better, that he felt lighter. He wrapped his arms around you and you stood on the shore.

“I’ve never been more in love with you.” He cooed. The salty air had a wet chill to it but his warm embrace made it all okay. You stood in his embrace listening to the waves roll in and wash out. Things were calm for the first time in a while.

“You say that every time.” You giggled and everything on that beach and in the world slowed for a moment. You leaned your head back onto Trent. He hummed and kissed your cheek.

“And I mean it every time. Every day somehow it’s more than the last.” His words were more sincere than ever. You hated that they lost the game but it didn’t really matter in the big picture.

“T… I love you. I’m proud of you. You’re going to be a really good role model for her. You work so hard. You never give up and I really admire that. I wish I was like that.” You began to self reflect a little. You thought Trent to be much more resilient than you were.

“Thank you, baby.” He paused but then he laughed shaking his head. He didn’t agree with you. In fact, he didn’t think he was all that different than you were in terms of toughness. “You’re much stronger than you realize, Y/N.” Whenever Trent said your full name you knew he was absolutely certain about what he was saying and he was serious too. “This isn’t easy what you’re doing, what you’ve done. You’re amazing. You should never doubt yourself but I want you to know that when you do… I’m right here, baby.. I’ve got your back. I'm right behind you. Not giving up.” These were the times when you knew that there was something much deeper between you two then just attraction, then just good times. Trent really, genuinely cared for you not just as his girlfriend but as a person; he respected you and believed in you undoubtedly. You held hands walking back to your car and you stood at the boot. Trent helped you brush the sand off your feet. He kissed your ankle and you laughed. You heard children’s voices yelling so you picked up your head. You tapped Trent’s shoulder to turn. The kids from earlier were screaming bye to Trent. You giggled at their flamboyance. He waved back before wrapping his arm around your waist walking you to the passenger side.

“Passenger princess, that's what they call it now?” He laughed as he helped you in. You told him to shut up pulling the door closed.

“You’re lucky you’re cute.” You quipped as he got into the driver's side. He drove home with your hand laced with his. Everything was going to be just fine.

On a whim after dinner that night you decided you were going to make dessert. You had finally started to pull Trent out of his post Champions League funk. You put on some music walking back into the kitchen when Trent offered to help. The two of you landed on cupcakes, don’t know why but that’s what was happening. You got about ¾ of the way done when Trent cupped your chin. His dark gaze and long pretty lashes looked down at you. He scooped a bit of the frosting you had made off the whisk with his fingers and brought it to your plump lips.

“Open your mouth.” He cooed. You felt your heart rate pick up. You parted your lips a little for him. He slowly stuck his fingers in your mouth and you sucked whirling your tongue around them to taste. That’s at least what you were trying to do but you couldn’t shake the wave of excitement that ran through you when he did that. He pulled his fingers out equally as slow and wiped the corner of your mouth with his thumb. He kept his eyes fixed on you the whole time. He hummed with a stern face before it fell into the perfect smile. He dropped his eyes from yours and gazed down at your swollen boobs spilling out of the little top you were in. His breath caught in his throat. Desire started to course through him. He pulled you closer to him. He leaned further towards you but kept his thumb right on your lips. He was teasing you, waiting for you to make the first move. He licked his lips and gave up waiting before his juicy pout crashed into you. You let out a quiet whine. He tasted so sweet from the frosting he had tried before. He hungrily dropped his hands to your ass, gripping it. “You’re so sexy.” Trent softly groaned. The kiss was needy and messy. He started to peel off your clothes. His fingers dipping down towards your pussy. “Already wet f’me, baby?” He whispered with a smirk. You tried to respond but stuttered and ended up just nodding. You were fucking adorable. In a flash you were up in your bedroom lying on the mattress. Trent pulled you towards him by your ankle. You squealed with a giggled as he dragged you. He got on top of you and pulled the lace thong you were in off with a shaky breath trying to compose himself. Your arms draped over his shoulder. He looked down at you and slipped his hand under your top to brush over your hard nipples. You were so sensitive you couldn’t help but whimper. His pearly white teeth flashed in a smile before they dropped and began to nibble against your nipples. He always tried to be gentle since you got pregnant but in the heat of the moment it was hard to restrain yourselves. You were gripping on the bed sheets above your head. You were babbling the most lewd things, you couldn’t even believe the things you were whining out. When he slowed he took your legs and placed them over his shoulder. That was like a death sentence for you. You loved it, he knew you loved it. It was a match made in heaven and quickly you started to unravel.

“I’m gonna cum!” You inhaled sharply as your chest heaved underneath him. Trent placed a harsh kiss onto the back of your leg. And then he stopped when your orgasm came crashing over you. “T…Oh my god. What?” You whined as your pussy fluttered around him. He relaxed his body so you dragged your foot down his chest sensually back to the bed.

“You need to understand how much I love you.” You were confused when he said that. You were pretty sure you understood just fine and he was showing you how much he did until he just stopped. “You need to see what I see.” He pulled out of you and you hissed. He turned you to face the large mirror in your room and stood behind you on the bed. “Do you know how beautiful you are?” He asked rather harshly. His warm breath fanning against the shell of your ear sent shivers down your spine. He playfully licked down the side of it only to nibble on your earlobe. He teased you, dragging his leaking tip through your folds circling your entrance. “Do you?” he slipped his cock into your pussy with no warning. The buildup in these few seconds when he wasn’t inside you was insane. You leaned back into him as he continued to build his pace again. He kissed your neck and you let out a desperate moan. Your heart swooned a little at the sentiment of his words. You stared into the mirror, watching him place gentle kisses against your skin in contrast to his harsh thrusts.

“I love you so fucking much.” You moaned out after a sharp breath when he hit a little bit deeper. His hand came around you and softly wrapped around your neck. He was so gentle dragging his finger down your throat. You knew he did it because he had said he wouldn’t earlier and it set you off. “T… Please, I need to cum.” The cutest scowl formed on your face.

“I got you. I got you, baby.” He whispered to your ear again. Your whines constantly getting louder. You felt like you were gonna black out. It felt so good. Your grip on him tightened and then you released. Your pussy spasmed around his cock. White hot pleasure coursed through you. Trent’s breathing deepened seeing you cum in the mirror. “God, you’re such a good girl f’me. I’m gonna cum, baby..” He threw his head back. Being able to see him had you barreling toward another high almost adjoining the other. He swallowed hard, fixing his gaze back on you as he reached between your legs. His fingers pinched your clit and you yelped out. He rubbed harsh circles repeatedly. You were a mess. The sounds in your room were nothing but pornographic. “Want me to cum inside?” You nodded your head completely drunk off his cock.

“Oh fuck! Fuck!” You whimpered, feeling both your own orgasm and his cum. He pumped you full, slowing his thrusts prolonging your high. You grinded back into him desperately needing a little more. His hands gripped your waist tight as he rocked into you a few more times

“Just… just need a little more. Fuck. Good girl.” He said almost silently out of breath, teetering toward drowsy. You both dramatically crashed back into your bed. You cuddled up to him with a giggle. That was exactly what you both needed.

“If I could fall in love with you for the first time all over again, Y/N, I would.” He panted, staring up and ceiling talking into the thick air. You pouted your lips at him.

“That’s really sweet, T.” You giggled leaning your head on his chest. “So this cheer you up more than cupcakes?”

“Massively, more than cupcakes, baby. Nothing could ever come close to comparing to you.” He smushed a kiss against your forehead.

You laid in bed the next morning. You woke up and rolled away from Trent unintentionally. You didn’t know he already had woken up. He furrowed his brow at you moving away from him, more often than not you woke up practically on top of one another, so he wasn’t having it. He extended one of his arms to come and wrap around your naked waist and playfully dragged you across the bed back toward him.

“Gotcha” he laughed in a groggy morning voice. You giggled and attempted to break out of his tight hold. He wouldn’t let go. Not this morning and not in a million years. He tucked you into his chest resting your head in the nape of your neck. You were so close that if you even opened your mouth in the slightest your lips would be on his skin. He whispered to you but you couldn’t exactly make it out. You think he said he loved you..

Despite the Champions League loss, Liverpool was still going to have a Parade in the city for their Premier League title. You helped Trent get ready, making him breakfast, before you sent him on his way to AXA for the 4+ hour parade he was about to embark on. You and Dianne thought it’d be nice to go to the house he grew up in to watch the route. It would be cute to be able to see his trajectory from his boyhood home to premier league winner. You also liked that he knew exactly where to find you while he was up on the bus. When the team buses went by he blew you a million kisses and he blew a million and one back. You stood and watched everyone drink and party. Lately, you didn’t feel like yourself and as you leaned your head onto George’s shoulder seeing the red flares fill the air you felt less like yourself then ever. Your body had changed so much and your ways of socializing had changed even more. You hardly felt yourself and yet you were watching Trent be more himself than ever.

Summer was in full swing. 30 degree weather and shitty ac was not helping the swelling you were dealing with. You had gotten to celebrate Trent’s success from this year but soon after it totally dissipated. The funny thing with footballers was as quickly as they were able to move on from their losses they did just the same with their wins. All eyes were on the upcoming season. The workouts, plans, activations, all sorts of things for football started right up again. You sat in your back garden by the pool on a late afternoon. You laid on separate chairs as long as you could but ultimately you ended up sitting yourself in between his legs sharing a seat. You leaned your back against his bare chest. He snaked his hands around your waist. Caressing your stomach. When your phone pinged. You got an email notification from Tyler and Trent’s manager.

“T…T…” you slapped at his arms. Your jaw dropped and a sudden jolt ran through your veins. Trent answered with a distracted hum. “No, seriously…” you cooed, turning your head back to him. “Did you just get Ty’s email!”

“My phone is inside. What’s it say, baby?” He pressed a kiss against your cheek peeking over you to look at your screen but you weren’t giving him a good enough view. His hands nicked the phone from you. “Let me see” he wanted to read the email in full.

“T.. we got invited to Paris fashion week!!!!” You squealed, kicking your feet up and down on the longue chair.

“Okay, okay, okay, excited girl. I’m assuming you want to go?” He laughed at you. Squeezing you tight. “We can, if you’re feeling up for it.”

“T… we have to. We have to pull together like looks* Can I dress you? Pleaseeeee” you began to babble excited imagining the fits. He rolled his eyes at your pestering and agreed. You bickered back and forth who had better style until the sun went down. You began walking back inside whilst Trent was rambling about what he wanted to have for dinner.

“You know it’s me, just admit it, baby…” you teased cutting him off and squeezing his hip. You never landed on an agreement of who dressed better. It was typical Trent, he knew he was wrong but he never wanted to lose.

“What are you on about?” He looked at you confused, swatting your hand away from him.

“I have better style. It was literally my job. Just concede for once, T.” You giggled going to pinch at him again.

“Nope!” He popped the ‘p’ laughing. “I dress better and I'm a lot faster too.” He slapped your ass and took off running like a little kid back into the house away from you

“That wasn’t up for debate! I’m pregnant, T! Be nice to me!!!” you whined left in the back garden. “This is your baby, come backkk!” You yelled after him. He turned around laughing.

“C’mere” he grunted, scooping you up carefully. “I’m always nice to you, baby.” He cooed with a big fat kiss.

“Can you come here pleasaaaseeee. I need to see this on you.” You whined begging Trent to come into the wardrobe. You sat on an ottoman there on FaceTime with Lauren as you packed for Paris. Trent had delegated his packing to you but he really needed to be there. You had worked as a stylist for major magazines so you offered to coordinate with his PR team and the brands of the shows you’d be attending. You worked together to decide what you were going to wear and in turn be delivering to your hotel on the day of the show. You were currently packing for all the rest of the days you were going to be there.

“I thought this is what you were on the phone for, Laur.” Trent laughed, jogging into the room. He heard Lauren’s voice before he entered. “What do you need, baby?” He cooed, pressing a kiss on your head.

“Can you put this on for me?” You tossed a short sleeve Louis Vuitton button up shirt towards him and he snatched it out of the air, putting it on the island while he took his top off. You were 50/50 on the color at the moment. Trent pulled his shirt over his head. Leaving his toned abs on full display. You looked Trent and then back at Lauren with full cheeks and mouthed a ‘yum’ at her. She fed into it and teasingly whistled at Trent.

“Stop objectifying me.” He feigned offense. You rolled your eyes at him because no matter who said it you knew he loved when people liked the way he looked.

“Aw baby you’re just so pretty.” You cooed with a giggle. To be fair, you were incredibly serious. He did look really good. He swung the shirt around his back to slip his arm in.

“Yeah, T, you’re so pretty.” Lauren laughed only egging the situation on. Trent threw her a less than impressed stare. You bit your lip watching his big hands do the small buttons.

“Yes or no?” He asked as he finished the last one. He left the top two undone and he looked good you just were trying to focus on the actual shirt.

“Erm… “ you pondered for a second. Trent spun around with his arms out to show you it in full.

“Good modeling," you giggled, drawing a smile from him. You decided you liked it. The shirt would work.

“We’re done? I can go?” Trent asked wanting to get back to whatever he was doing. All you knew was that he wasn’t packing. You just hummed. He came over to you and pecked your lips. “Thank you baby.” He cooed standing above you taking off the shirt. You ran your hands up his taut abs.

You were upstairs the entire day, accessories bags, toiletries, there were so many things to get together. Frankly you loved packing. It was your two favorite things: organizing and clothes. You zipped the last bag and laid on the floor exhausted.

You landed in Paris and were thrilled. You got off the plane onto the tarmac. Trent carried your bag in one and held your hand in the other.

“Mon amour” he held the door of the room for you to enter. Followed by the bellhop with all your bags.

“Merci joli garçon” you replied giggling hearing his silly accent attempt French. ( thank you pretty boy) you sat down on the couch and let out a sigh exhausted from the flight.

“Oh yeah?�� He laughed at your dramatics. “You hungry, baby?” Trent ask cupping your jaw swiping his thumb over your cheek.

“I need to change but yes.” You smiled back at him. You showered together and then got dressed. You put on a on denim shacket dress, gold strappy sandal heels, and a light blue Fendi bag with gold hardware. You needed to stop wearing heels soon or you were going to die but honestly Paris wasn’t the place you were going to stop.

You were outside at a favorite cafe of yours in the sixth arrondissement. You sat next to Trent in black and dark green rattan chairs looking out to the street at a small circular table. You were hungry and landed on doing your own taste test of a few different crepes. Your tabletop was covered entirely with plates.

“I think I’m just happy with the chocolate…” you told Trent looking at him with a smile reaching towards his face. You wiped your thumb over the corner of his mouth to get a bit of chocolate.

“Yeah? You were never a chocolate person until her.” He spoke looking at your hidden stomach. “I’m more into sweets, you know? I think I lean towards the berry ones.” You dragged your smooth leg over his under the table. You hummed interested in everything he had to say but you pulled him in for a kiss in the middle of his sentence. You lips pressed into each other.

“Sweet” you cooed, pulling away from his perfect pout. He gave you a cheesy smile and you returned one just the same.

“Me or the crepe?” He laughed looking into your eyes. He placed his big hand on your bare thigh and squeezed high up.

“Mmmm both I guess.” You giggled before picking up your fork to take another bite of the chocolate crepe. “Do you want to go to a few shops before we go back for dinner?” You asked after you had seen the Dior store on your walk over to the cafe. He agreed so you went after you got full from all the crepes and browsed for a while. You really wanted a Book Tote for your holiday to the Maldives but ended up with that, a pair of silk pants, and Dway slides. As you were walking with your sales associate to check out you spotted the Dior bracelet sets. “Want to match with me?” You picked one up holding it towards Trent.

“Yeah, baby. I’ll match with you.” He grabbed it from you and inspected it. He held it over his wrist to imagine it on him. “This one though.” He grabbed a different color. He held it over his wrist to check again and then yours. “Yeah, this one is for us.” You nodded with a childish grin liking the way his face looked while he thought. You had moved into the mens section looking at trainers with Trent when you saw it.

“Ohhhh my god T…” you whined with a pout, taping his arm, seeing the entrance into a separate part of the store for Baby Dior.

“We can go…” he laughed at you taking one trainer he was trying on off. He held your hands as you walked in. You leaned your head onto his shoulder and hummed. He pressed a kiss to your head as you made your way to where new born things were. You two had a field day. You always loved shopping but in Dior… with Trent… for your baby… it was the absolute dream.

“Babbbyyyy, she needs these.” Trent groaned. He held up a little pair of high top trainers. You knew pretty quickly that Trent was going to give this little girl everything. He already gave everything to you but throw in chubby cheeks and his dna in the mix, he was a goner.

“Yeah, T. I like those.” You giggled as he furrowed his brow, inspecting the shoe size chart for age to months trying to figure it out. It was really adorable how dedicated he was to learning all things about babies and little girls.

“et nous pouvons envoyer tout ça en Angleterre?” You asked the sales associate before you paid for an obscene amount of stuff. You took French in school your whole life and it always came in handy. You felt like you got better service when you were in France so you handled the check out. The women nodded at you. “Parfait, merci.” You cooed. (And we can send all this to England? , Perfect, thank you)

“Beautiful and smart” Trent came to stand in front of you and nuzzled his nose against yours. You kissed his plump lips. You felt your cheeks warm as he pulled you into his chest. He pressed another kiss to your forehead. He picked his head up and said thank you to the sales associate before being escorted out of that side of the store. You took about one step out the door before someone had spotted Trent that had been waiting to meet him. You took a photo for them and didn’t think anything of it but the internet sure had a lot to say.

‘Are they in front of BABY DIOR?’

‘OMG are they going to Paris Fashion Week??!?’

‘Are we going to talk about the fact that Trent Alexander Arnold is walking out of baby dior in France today?’

‘If she is pregnant, that baby is going to be beautiful… omg’

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Next part - Chapter 5 xx

#trent alexander arnold x reader #trent alexander arnold #trent alexander arnold imagines #taa x reader #taa66 #oursfic

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cooojfzsworld · 3 months

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Who hurt you.?

bf! Sunghoon x heartbroken reader

Bf! Sunghoon who reassures you that it’s going to be okay, and won’t ever treat you like a second option because he knows you worth, “ you will be fine doll, and I will forever have your back princess “. He said kissing your forehead

Bf! Sunghoon who gives you space when you’re really at ease and ready to fight the whole world but warms your heart with gifts and giggles. “ calm down lil marshmallow “. He said “ stopp ur not funny “. you laughed “ i love you too”. He said

Bf! Sunghoon who wipes your tears, and kisses your face a million times, and say little cute goofy nothings just to chear u up and to see that beautiful smile on your face. “ yk they say pretty ppl who cry eyes are prone to go blind. He said,as you immediately stopped crying “ are you serious? “. WHO SAID THAT?!? “.You said worryingly “ aww my baby stopped crying “. He said knowing you’d fall for it.

Bf! Sunghoon who loves rubbing your thighs,and giving you full body massages when you come home from work after a Rough shift.

Bf! Sunghoon who loves traveling out of town with you to meet his family and friends an have a fun time with you.

Bf! Sunghoon who loves organizing/cleaning the whole house and cooking your favorite food.

Bf! Sunghoon who listens to you the 3rd!! time you tell him to get off the DAMN game?!? but he promises to listen the 1st time because he doesn’t want to upset his doll again.

Bf! Sunghoon who knows he fucked up but doesn’t want to lose you so he does any and everything to get you back. “ baby, please gimme one more chance”.

#enhypen #sunghoon #park sunghoon #enhypen fluff #pet names #aesthetic board #enha scenarios #enha imagines #enha fluff #enha smau #fluff #enha x reader

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angelismmm · 2 years

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—﹒⟢ The Way I Think (of you~) ft diluc, kaeya, tartaglia

summary: they caught you in the act, but you're too close to stop now!

a/n: ill probably make a pt2 of this but,, this is my apology post for u guys i promise ill come back soon 💔💔

warnings: nsfw, use of toys, sub!reader, dom!character, gn!reader, fingering (no not implied fem!reader)

diluc did mention he wasn't gonna be home early again.. so what was the harm of missing your boyfriend in a.. different way? you barely have seen your diluc all week other than small notes he leaves behind. but turns out he wasn't gonna be out all night, finishing off the last hilichurl camps nearby plus any abyss mages with them. the thought of you both finally cuddling in bed, to his surprise though, it wasn't like you didn't miss him, and wouldn't do something about the feeling.. but this way of missing him was.. truly interesting. through the candle lit hallways of the 2nd floor in dawn winery, he heard something. like you calling out his name, "dear, are y-" coming into the room, weeing you sprawled out on the bed, small tears im your eyes, giving a hint you were close, "i'm so sorry lo-" "j-just help me out please, close, i need you luc.", but oh well, let's just say you got what you wanted, a million times over

kaeya your wonderful superb boyfriend, sad he's been away for a bit too much, well 2 weeks certainly is alot. nothing else but him would be on your mind at dawn, when would he come back, when would he make you feel ethereal again, wanting that isn't so bad right? oh well, a human's imagination is infinite. he didn't mention when he'd be back, so.. what was the harm in missing him in a special way? waiting around doing nothing gets you nowhere! what about a headstart? just that, you didn't know he wanted to surprise you specifically today. "mmfー faster.. close so close" you said to yourself, vibrator remote scattered on the bed, fingers thoroughly in and out, a fast pace, you heard the door opening, (oh by the way his scarf thingy is like on your neck basically, don't ask me how ❤️) "hey i'm ho- oh my..." he says, slowly putting down the chocolates he'd bought from who knows where, "iーi'm sorry! i couldn't wait and y-you weren't there to help this, ha-hagh.. please i'm so c-close!" kissing your forehead oh so lovingly, "i'll treat you better than those toys.. don't you worry your pretty head about it anymore, i'm here."

pretty boy childe.. ohh pretty boy childe. unbeknownst to him, his cute (and fuckable) partner was quite the lonely wolf tonight. maybe the way you howled out his name at night really did it. but out if all timesー he comes home now.. childe comes through the door awaiting you to wrap your arms around him and smother him in affection again. but you didn't seem to be there at all. he wondered where you were, coming up the stairs calling your name, but being cut off after coming close to your guys' shared bedroom. and it didn't seem like you were trying to hold back, as he slowly peeked through the slightly open door, you were so close, he could sense it. seeing you so vulnerable, so sensitive for him. so adorable, just for him. the tent in his pants becoming more visible, seeing you slowly moaning out his name, mewling, in such a cute state, as he described, "my, my, you really couldn't wait could you beautiful?" he said, slightly looking up to see your lover's hungry eyes, devouring the sight of the scene you both are in the moment. "a-ah! a-ajax, p-please 'm close!" you said, your head bowing down in embarassment, "fine, just keep moaning my name out that pretty little mouth of yours."

i hope i ace my exams

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kyoghurts · 2 months

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STUCK BY YOU, FROM THE GLUE

HQ. hinata shoyo x tall! gn reader. fluff. hc.

this pairing is so playful and fun and absolutely adorable. the height difference adds so much charm and the contrast is just perfect <3

imagine the affectionate teasing; shoyo calls you the ' (big) giant' and you'd refer to him as the '(little) giant' with a loving tone like GOD

shoyo gets so giddy like a girl falling in love/having a crush for the first time with the blushing and quivering smiles and the karasuno gang could barf with "CHILL dude that's literally your s/o"

he's fiercely protective and supportive of you, always cheering you in your endeavors. his eyes light up whenever he looks at you, constantly expressing his admiration, like your height, because he's always passionate for the things his heart most desires; you and volleyball ♡

there's plenty of cute moments that arise regarding the height difference, the cliche type like you helping him to reach higher places, sometimes you'd also assist setting up with the nets, or when you're holding something and he tries to grab it, you'd stretch your arms up just so he pouts and struggles.

his protectiveness of you is simply endearing; got a jerk who can't stop pestering you? he'd stand in front of you and juts his chin up while his arms shield you, don't have an umbrella? he doesn't have one either, but he'll cover you with his jacket and run like your life depends on it (cue the both of you laughing because you ended up getting soaked anyways), his bravery and dedication makes you fall harder even more for him

do !! not !! slouch !! he is dead set on fixing your godawful posture because he's so proud of having a tall s/o and you should be too !!

he gets that surge of energy when he sees you cheering for him during his games like AGUFHIUFHERHUDYCGCVJJKXHC OH MY GOD THEY'RE HERE THEY'RE CHEERING FOR ME AAA I'M GONNA KISS THEM A MILLION TIMES AFTER THIS THEY LOOK SO HAPPY I'M SO HAPPY AAA

his heart cannot take it whenever you hold his hand, leading the way on dates especially on crowded places, seeing you in that easy smile and just having a great time with him fills his heart with overwhelming joy that he can't resist stealing a kiss or two

he'll go with your preferences, but if you ask him, he loves it most when you're the one kissing him. you bending down and catching his lips with ease as he closes his eyes does something to him, plus the teasings??? he's all for it

oh and FOREHEAD. KISSES.

forehead kisses are also kind of a way of recharging? like when he's tired and he asks you to cuddle with him and you kiss him on the forehead he's like mmmMFDMKJFK OKAY I'M ALIVE AND KICKING AGAIN in an instant

piggyback rides. after school. after practice.

you'd laugh and chat the whole way, he'd pretend to playfully steer........god im gonna cry this is too cute

i'd also say you love it when he gets on his tip toes and pecks you on the nose, he does that a lot before parting, when he's in the mood for a little sappiness, he'll ask you if he could give you a tender kiss on the forehead <3333

both of you have a variety of hugs – shoyo jumping up to hug you around the neck, while you lift him off the ground in a bear hug, or simply leaning down for a gentle embrace.

when shopping for clothes, shoyo might playfully try on oversized items from your section, leading to laughter and playful modeling sessions. you would help him find the best outfits, making sure he looks great.

he likes to match clothes w u for sure <3 oh and he borrows your oversized sweaters (a lot.....actually) bc its comfy

will add more in the future when i have the time again hehe, here's a small drabble under the cut to end this tooth rotting fluffy hc

"loving the view?"

shoyo hinata slightly jumps from the sudden call-out, his worksheets abandoned and scattered across the coffee table, "yeah, just..” his words are dragged, almost as if his head isn’t present with you, too deep in thought.

“is something the matter?”

finally, he snaps out, “no no, you’re good.”

you settle your pen down and smile at him, “need a break? we’ve been studying for an hour now.”

he nods, noncommittal.

“hey, what’s on your mind?” ah, he’s been caught. a smile softly forms his lips. and it’s almost natural how you mirror him too.

his arms slowly wrap around you in a tight, warm hug. head resting on your shoulder with a sigh, you ruffle his hair and idly hum when he answers, “i love you. is what my mind keeps saying.”

you gift him a light kiss in the forehead, “i love you too, dork.”

“but i love you more”

“i love you the most”

“i love you the mostest!”

“there is no such thing as a word sho.”

“yes there is. i invented it just now.”

“it needs some work, like these worksheets you barely touched.”

“not noww.”

taglist. @solaarbeeam @megutime @yuquinzel

notes. HELLO MY LOVE FOR HAIKYUU HAS BEEN REIGNITED BC OF @solaarbeeam you can thank her for this hehehehe HERE YOU GO SOLAR <3 AND ALSO TO THE SHOYO ENJOYERS OUT THERE ILYILY

#also can u tell i love beabadoobee #💌 . . solar #ⳋ ★ .ᐟ — 𝒌. presents #ⳋ ★ .ᐟ — 𝒌. haikyuu #haikyuu #haikyuu!!#haikyuu x reader #hinata shoyo #hinata shoyo x reader #hinata haikyuu #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu x you #shoyo hinata x reader #hq hinata

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starlitmelanin · 2 months

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hi can u pls write something where reader has been too busy to check in w aurelien but he’s had a difficult week and is receiving online hate and he feels hurt that reader is neglecting him in his time of need so he acts cold and distant but she apologises and makes it up to him

bruised hearts | aurélien tchouaméni

pairing - aurélien x fem!reader

word count - 1.1k

warnings - none

another match lost.

another round of criticism raining down on aurélien.

he sat on the couch one night, head in his hands, the harsh reality of another crucial match slipping away settling like a heavy fog, suffocating and unavoidable. every missed opportunity, every misplaced pass replayed in his head like a haunting loop, the voices of critics louder than ever.

it was ridiculous, really, how quickly the world turned against him. one bad game, and suddenly, he was the villain in their story. they didn't see the effort, the countless hours of training, the sacrifices made. they only saw the mistakes, the moments of imperfection that they blew out of proportion.

the headlines were merciless, blogs and social media lighting up with malicious comments, fingers pointed squarely at him, as if he alone carried the weight of the team's failures. he had become the poster child for every perceived failure of real madrid, and he felt the sting of their words, each comment like a dagger to his confidence.

his nights became restless, haunted by self-doubt and frustration, and in the midst of it all, he longed for the comfort of one person.

you.

you were supposed to be his anchor, the one who grounded him when everything else was falling apart. but lately, even you seemed distant, preoccupied with your own life. he understood, he really did. yet, it didn't make the absence of your support any less painful.

you'd been busy. that was the simplest way to put it. deadlines at work, family obligations, and just the general chaos of life had pulled you in a million different directions. it felt like you had little left to give when you came home, barely managing to exchange a few words with aurélien before collapsing into bed.

you hadn't noticed the changes in his demeanour, the subtle signs. how he lingered longer in bed, his eyes clouded with a heaviness that wasn't just fatigue, how he'd withdrawn into himself, his usual bright energy dimmed, how the small frown lines etched deeper across his forehead whenever he glanced at his phone.

the few moments you did share with aurélien were filled with your distracted kisses and half-hearted hugs. you missed the tightness in his jaw when you brushed off his attempts to talk, the way he tensed when your phone buzzed yet again, pulling you away from him.

the inevitable argument came on a rainy friday afternoon. you were both home early for once. aurélien was sitting at the kitchen table, his deflated mood evident in his slumped posture and the distant look in his eyes.

dropping your phone, keys, and a takeaway bag on the counter, you greeted him with a tired smile, leaning in for a kiss. he turned his head, and your lips brushed his cheek instead.

the snub definitely stung, but you let it slide, chalking it up to him probably just being tired.

"you okay?" you asked, trying to keep your tone light.

"i'm great," he replied, his voice clipped. "walking on sunshine, actually."

you frowned at the clear sarcasm. "you sure? you seem—"

"i said i'm fine, y/n," he snapped, cutting you off.

"okay, what's your problem?" you finally asked, your voice edged with frustration. "why are you acting like this?"

"my problem?" he looked up at you then, his eyes cold and hard. "my problem is that my girlfriend can't even see that i'm struggling. my problem is that you've been so wrapped up in your own world that you haven't even noticed what's been happening to me."

"noticed what?" your eyebrows knitted in confusion, surprised by the sudden raw pain in his eyes. "what are you talking about, aurélien? i don't understand—"

"exactly!" he stood up, anger flaring up to mask the hurt. "you don't understand because you haven't been paying attention. i've had the worst week, and you've been too busy to even see it."

your frown deepened, your mind a tumult of confusion as you replayed the week in your mind, trying to figure out what could've led to this, but you came up empty. "what happened?"

his phone was shoved towards you, messages and tweets filling the display. he'd been trending all day, a staggering 30k tweets under his tag. a mocking tweet about his talent was the first thing you saw. it was posted only a few hours ago, but it already had a ridiculous amount of likes.

you continued scrolling, seeing all the negativity, the animosity, the resentment being shown towards him, each one more vicious than the last. your stomach twisted as you read the hateful words, the malice aimed at the man you loved.

"aurélien, i... i'm sorry. work has been crazy and–"

"and what? you couldn't take five minutes to ask how i'm doing? to see if i'm okay?"

tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, guilt and regret crashing over you. "i didn't know. i should have known. i'm sorry."

he didn't respond, just turned away, retreating to the guest room for the night. you barely slept, the night too long, the bed too cold, your mind replaying the argument over and over.

the next morning, you found him sitting at the kitchen table, a cup of coffee in his hands. he looked tired, his eyes shadowed with sleeplessness.

you approached cautiously, your heart heavy. "aurélien, can we talk?"

something in your tone must have reached him, because he glanced at you, his expression softening slightly. "yeah, we can talk."

you sat down across from him, taking a deep breath. "i'm really sorry about last night. about this whole week. i know i've been neglectful."

he didn't say anything, so you continued. "i didn't realise you were going through so much. you were right, i should have paid more attention."

"i'm sorry too," he said after a moment, reaching across the table to take your hand. you were his person, so naturally, he could never stay angry with you for very long. "i shouldn't have yelled at you. i was hurt and i lashed out."

you squeezed his hand, softly, reassuringly. “it’s okay.”

the two of you sat there for a while and had a conversation. a genuine conversation. about your priorities, about the things you both needed to work on.

it was a start.

as you cleared the dishes some time later and he got up to leave for training, you leaned against the counter, watching him. "good luck today," you said softly. "i love you."

he paused, turning to look at you. "thanks," he said, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of his lips as he leaned in to give you a kiss. "i love you too."

and as he walked out the door, you felt a tiny bit of the weight lift off your shoulders. it wasn't perfect. it was a little bit messy, a little bit ruined. but it was yours.

you'd get it right, eventually.

#aurelien tchouameni #aurelien tchouameni x reader #aurelien tchouameni fanfic #aurelien tchouameni one shot #request

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loveywon · 1 year

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♡𓂃 ENHYPEN AND KISSING IN THE RAIN !

pairings: enhypen ot7 x gn!reader (separate)

wc: 1.8k+

synopsis: when you and enhypen kiss in the rain <3

warnings: FLUFF, little angst if u squint in jay’s, (innocent) kisses, jungwon calls reader pretty, you can tell its rushed im sorry :(, not proofread Lolz

LEE HEESEUNG ♡𓂃

as you rush your way to the school’s gymnasium, a million thoughts are going through your head. your brain is still having trouble wrapping around the fact that heeseung likes you. you feel like you’re about to pass out with how dizzy you’re getting from the amount of butterflies that are fluttering in your stomach when jake had accidentally revealed heeseung’s crush on you. you couldn’t wait til the next day of school, no. another ten hours is too long, and you must confess now. it was only drizzling when you had left the house, but now as you’re nearing the school you’re absolutely drenched from head to toe, but you could care less. you know heeseung’s basketball practice is almost over, and you cannot wait any longer to announce that you reciprocate his feelings. finally reaching the two big gymnasium doors, you stop for a moment to catch your breath from running. the door swings open, and there is heeseung with his teammates, chatting, but the chatter stops abruptly upon seeing you drenched in the rain, alone. his eyes widened with concern, thinking the absolute worse like something happened and you had no one else to turn to but him. “y/n! are you okay?” he rushes to you, disregarding his umbrella. he could care less if he gets wet. what matters is you. you stand up straight, placing your hands on his broad shoulders. “i like you too, heeseung!” you say loud and proud, and heeseung’s teammates think that they’ve never seen him so frozen before. “w-what?” he’s still processing, but you’re so caught up on adrenaline, you ask him, “can i kiss you?” in which he replies with a mere nod, eyes still blank but once your lips meet his, he’s back into reality and melts with you.

PARK JONGSEONG ♡𓂃

you storm out of your shared bedroom with jay, your feet stomping as you grab your coat. “where are you going?!” jay asks exasperatedly, and you roll your eyes. “anywhere but here,” you retort. you didn’t mean to start a fight with him, but you suppose bottled up emotions got the best of both of you and it blew up in your face. “it’s raining outside! you can’t go out right now. let’s just talk it out, please?” he proposes, and he’s near getting on his knees for you. you don’t care, and you don’t give him another glance as you open the door despite the pouring downfall. you slam the door behind you, but it’s quickly opened back again with a jay running after you, an umbrella in hand. “y/n, please, you’re going to catch a cold like this,” he pleads, grabbing your hand to stop you from walking away. his strength is enough to turn you around to face him (without hurting you), and his face instantly softens upon seeing your soaked cheeks that’s not from the rain. “i don’t want you getting sick. please, can we go back inside and talk it out again?” he frowns, and you nod slowly. you know jay would never hurt you intentionally, and he’d do anything in his power to prevent anything from happening. you bury your head in his chest, and he rubs your back with his free hand comfortingly. he places a delicate kiss on your forehead, “you mean everything to me, i’m sorry.”

SIM JAKE ♡𓂃

it’s so cheesy, you think. the way you and jake run out in the rain out of pure impulse is just something you would only do with him. you convince yourself it’s because he’s been by your side since elementary, so you really only trust him more than anyone else. he drags you with him, despite your protests and screaming because you just washed your hair, and you didn’t want to wash it again. your “no! jake please, no!” falls on deaf ears and jake only grins from ear to ear with the way your hands are intertwined together and running away from the roof that was keeping you both dry. your head is down, trying to keep your face at least dry but jake won’t have this. he tilts your head up with his hand cupping your chin, “chin up, enjoy the moment!” he says so enthusiastically that you feel like you have no choice but to listen (not like you could say no to jake anyway), embracing the wet droplets that land on your face. he giggles, so entranced with the way you look so at peace underneath the rain. “you’re so unreal,” is all he says before his lips meet yours.

PARK SUNGHOON ♡𓂃

it’s so painfully awkward, the silence between you and him as you both sit at the bus stop, waiting for the bus to come but it’s been fifteen minutes since the bus was scheduled to arrive. you didn’t know each other well, and because both your friends wanted to do a stupid double date forced you to leave with sunghoon. he’s too gentlemanly to leave you to go home alone, but with the way the bus doesn’t seem to be coming at all, you let out an exasperated sigh. “sorry. you can go home if you want,” you say, but he only shrugs his shoulders and doesn’t look up from his hands, playing with the rings that decorate his fingers. “i’m just gonna walk home. it’s only like, twenty minutes. sorry to be a bother,” you apologize again, standing up and bowing down to him slightly. he finally looks up, “oh. i’ll walk with you then.” it simply doesn’t cross his mind that you’re living opposite of where he lives, but you don’t refuse because you know he’d still tag along anyway. the walk is silent, the rain really brings down the mood and amplifies the awkwardness. after a long twenty minutes, you stop at your door. “okay…well…bye,” you bite your bottom lip and sunghoon opens his mouth to say something so you decide to not completely move yet even though you’re absolutely soaked from the rain and he is too. “um, do you want to actually go on a proper date? just us two?” he asks, and it really takes you aback because you thought he had no interest in you at all. you smile, nodding as you hand him your phone to put his number in. “thank you for walking back with me,” you say, quickly pecking his cheek before running to your door.

KIM SUNOO ♡𓂃

one step out of the school doors, you’re met with pouring rain. you frown; maybe you should have listened to your mom when she nagged at you to bring an umbrella. as you’re about to accept your fate and step out from underneath the roof that is keeping you try, you feel a presence next to you. “hi,” sunoo greets with an umbrella in his hand as he takes a step forward so that you’re standing underneath the umbrella. you smile at him, “hello. i don’t need the umbrella, it’s okay. i normally shower after school anyway.” you brush him off, but he’s stubborn and knows more than anything that cold rain is going to cause you to get sick, and he doesn’t think he can get through school without you for a week. “don’t care! let’s go.” he grabs your hand and drags you with him, despite your assurance that you’re fine. as you two walk to your house, side by side since his umbrella is a little small, you sigh, making sunoo look at you with concern. perhaps he was too pushy, he assumes. “you really didn’t have to,” you say, but you really want to just ask him why, and he seems to understand. “i just want to spend more time with you. i like you, y/n,” he states as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, and you can only gape at him. “oh.” you two are already close to each other, so all you have to do is turn your head to peck him on the lips. “i like you too.”

YANG JUNGWON ♡𓂃

late night studying in the library happens almost every time you’re with jungwon, so you’re not surprised when the librarian walks over to kick the two of you out. with continuous apologies to the librarian as you and jungwon walk out, jungwon hears pitter patter from outside the window. “umm…y/n, i think it’s raining outside,” he says and you run to the nearest window to look outside, only to see that he is right. you don’t recall seeing the weather app saying it was going to be raining today. you frown, “oh, i don’t have an umbrella,” to which jungwon replies with “me neither.” the two of you stare at each other awkwardly until jungwon decides to take the first step outside the door, to which you follow. he purses his lips together into a thin line, the heavy rain bringing you two to a dilemma. “well!” you shrug, grabbing his hand and dragging him out from the safe and dry roof, the two of you instantly becoming drenched. with a lighthearted laugh, you start to run towards the direction of your neighborhoods, and jungwon joins in with fits of giggles. “oh god, my grandma’s gonna be so mad at me when i come home soaked!” jungwon yells to you because the rain is just so loud, it’s difficult to hear each other. you laugh, finally coming to a stop to catch your breath, “not our fault the weather app lied to us,” you grin, and his own lips curve up into a smile as well. “you’re really so pretty,” he says breathlessly, his chest still heaving up and down from the run. “you too,” you reply, placing a kiss on his cheek and he mimics you, kissing your cheek as well.

NISHIMURA RIKI ♡𓂃

it’s one thing to be stupid and reckless, and it’s another thing to be nishimura riki. this realization only occurs to you now, as the two of you stand idly, drenched and cold. you sigh, “this is exactly why i hesitated to say yes.” you grumble underneath your breath, arms hugging yourself to try and adapt some warmth. he feels so bad upon seeing your shivering state, and he knows the thin jacket you’re wearing does absolutely nothing to shield you from the cold. so instead, he wraps his arms around you, engulfing you in a hug and successfully warming you up (but you don’t let him know because you’re trying your hardest to be mad). “sorry, y/n,” he apologizes sheepily with a boyish grin, and it's so hard to stay irritated with him. you lean into his hug, “it’s fine. next time try thinking before you decide to get yourself into even more trouble.” you mumble and he nods enthusiastically. he brushes your wet hair out of your face, pecking soft and apologetic kisses all over your face. its silent for a moment as the two of you are in each other’s embrace, despite the constant droplets of rain. “i can call us an uber and i’ll make hot chocolate when we get back!” he proposes and you smile and nod as he pulls out his phone.

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sanguineterrain · 2 years

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"won't you let me lean against your shoulder for the smallest bit?"

w Stevie boyyyyy pls n thank u

Thanks for the request! Hope you like it :) tw for hospital setting, Steve is on pain meds and is so in love with the reader <3 gn!reader

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His hand moves first. It squeezes yours with nowhere near the normal amount of strength usually involved.

You're awake in an instant.

"Steve?"

Your neck aches from spending the night in the chair next to Steve's bed. Robin had had to go home and no one had been hopeful about Deborah and Richard Harrington rushing home to visit their only child in the hospital.

So you're here.

Steve's eyes crack open. His cheek is still swollen, and there are about a hundred cuts and bruises along his face. But he's alive.

"Steve," you whisper, and lean over to kiss his hand.

He grunts and you pull back.

"Sorry, I'm sorry," you say in a rush. "You okay?"

"You're here," he says.

You nod. "I'm here."

"It's not—" Steve slowly turns his head, surveying the room. "'S not a dream?"

"Not a dream," you confirm. "How are you feeling?"

"Hm." Steve considers your hand linked to his. "Kinda like my arms aren't attached to my body."

"That would be the pain meds they have you on," you say.

"Finally, a reward for my hard work."

You smile and lean in to kiss Steve's cheek. He scrunches his face, blinking sleepily.

His smile suddenly drops.

"Holy shit. Max, Eddie—"

"They're fine," you soothe. "Eddie's asleep. They're both stable."

Steve frowns. "I should've—"

"Steve, I swear to God, if you say "I should've done more," I'll..." You huff, thinking. "I won't give you any more kisses until you're released."

Steve's mouth falls open.

"No!" he whines. "No, no! You can't do that! You can't hold kisses hostage. I'm a sick boy, I won't last!"

You press a tiny kiss to the corner of his mouth. Steve tries to return it, uncoordinated due to the medication. He ends up kissing the air.

"Okay, I'm sorry. That was a little mean," you say.

"A lot mean," Steve insists with a pout. "Meanie."

"Sorry, baby. I'll give you a million kisses to make up for it."

"'Kay." Steve tilts his cheek to you. "Start."

You snicker and pepper light kisses all over his cheek.

"That was only ten," he says when you pull away. "I counted."

"I'll give you some more later, okay?"

Steve's eyes go wide. "Don' go!"

"I'm not going anywhere, sweetie. I'll stay here until you fall asleep. But you really need to rest more."

Steve's mouth pulls into a frown. "Wan' you to be closer."

He pats the bed.

"Stevie, I don't know if I should—"

"No, 's okay," he says. "If the nurse says somethin', I'll tell her 'm a Harrington and make her back off."

You snort. "That's not very reformed-king of you, honey pie."

"We just saved the world. Cut me s'm slack."

He feels for your hand, clumsy and sweet.

"Won't you let me lean against your shoulder for the smallest bit?" he asks, eyes big and glassy from the meds.

You slip off your sneakers and pretend like you have to think about it. Then you climb in next to Steve, your right side tucked into his left. He tries to move and nearly yanks the I.V. free, so you move instead, easing his head onto your shoulder.

He looks up at you, hand on your belly.

"Hi," he says.

You smile and kiss the top of his hair.

"Hey there, handsome. Feeling okay?"

"Like a million bucks now that you're here."

"A million, huh?"

"Mmhm. That's how many kisses you owe me. Well, I guess it's really..."

Steve's eyebrows scrunch in thought. He absently plays with the hem of your shirt as he thinks.

"Nine hundred thousand and nine hundred ninety," he finally says. "That's how many kisses you have to gimme."

"That's some good mental math you pulled," you reply, and kiss his forehead.

"Now you owe nine hundred and... please don't make me say it again."

He yawns, and you fluff his pillow behind his head.

"Might fall asleep, but I'll be back."

You hum, pushing his hair away from his face.

"I'll be here, baby. I'll give you all your kisses when you wake up."

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sits. hi lena!!! tell me some kunichuu hcs :D

sits with you excitedly. KUNICHUU HCS!!

chuuya is a very spontaneous person and has date ideas flying around their head 24/7, but they know that kunikida prefers proper planning, so they have his schedule memorised so they can set up dates

aya met chuuya and Immediately assumed they were married

kunikida swapped out his ideal partner list for a list of reasons he loves chuuya. chuuya will never find out about it (they did. ranpo snitched)

chuuya braids kunikida’s hair <3

u know how it’s tradition to give the person you like the second button of your uniform? instead of that kunikida gave chuuya his red tie. chuuya keeps it on their wrist

they are Always going on rooftops illegally. it’s what happens when your partner manipulates gravity

chuuya is kinda bad at asking for physical affection so they’ll do it in the most roundabout way possible.

“kunikida your hand is SO cold what is wrong? thank god i wear gloves so my hands are warm.” “…thank god indeed.”

this is a kunichuu rite of passage but chuuya calls kunikida pretty boy

chuuya CANNOT take what they dish. kunikida calls them pretty back and they explode into a million pieces

kenji is delighted to have a second big brother to look up to. he’s always begging kunikida to bring chuuya over so they can talk

they are So annoying about their relationship. kunikida receives a gift from a ‘secret admirer’ all the time. chuuya wears their hickeys on Full Fucking Display

if kunikida is working too hard chuuya Will barge in and plant themself on his lap and proceed to be as annoying and disruptive as possible

chuuya also has a tendency to overwork. when they get home, kunikida is there to run them a bath and massage them until they relax

they’ve been caught making out too many times that atsushi, yosano etc makes an effort to be EXTREMELY loud before entering the office

also chuuya gets home when kunikida wakes up and will refuse to sleep until they got a kiss first

they enjoy stargazing together!

they also bring kenji/aya on field trips all the time

chuuya does not let kunikida pay. they are not above shoving kunikida to the floor if it means they get to pay

hand kisses from chuuya and forehead kisses from kunikida…

#this is getting too long but here. GOD I LOVE KUNICHUU #they mean the world to me…..#thank you for the ask hehe #edit: i feel like half of these have happened in my fics. not sorry. i stay consistent #asks #bsd #kunichuu #dino <3

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gift master 🎁

pairing: charles leclerc/fem!reader

type: imagine/drabble (fluff)

notes: not proofread and not revised so please expect errors hehehe (at this point all my works are unchecked actually) please lmk what u think by replying or messaging and if u wanna be part of my taglist! <3

about: charles prides himself as the gift master. it has always been a mystery to you how he manages to get you the best gifts every single time.

Charles loved giving you gifts. It didn't matter if there was no occassion - it could be a random Thursday and he would welcome you at the door with a paper bag or a perfectly wrapped gift that contained exactly what you have been wanting for or something that he thought you'd really like, and he'd be right.

Everything you have ever received from Charles can be described as the perfect gift. It's always something sentimental, practical, one you have wanted for such a long time you had almost forgotten about it, or one you'd recently taken a liking to and he was just that fast in figuring it out and getting it for you. You'd think he already got you a perfect present but then he gets you another one and he just outdoes himself every single time. At another angle it annoyed you; not at him, but you wanted to be that great at giving gifts. You've given Charles plenty of amazing presents but boy did you have a hard and long time before you actually got it. A million moments of indecisiveness later would you only then set your mind to something and buy it for him.

But when it was Charles' turn to buy you something, he would be as quick as lightning. In contrast to you that takes a whole week just to shop for gifts, particularly for your ever so perfect boyfriend. Charles would go to the store and be back in an hour or two - which you would always pout over and tell him it was unfair he was that good at picking out things for you. It amazes you how he just knows you well enough to get you something you would be really happy with.

Interrupting the trance of your thoughts, Charles calls out from the door, telling you he was home. The rustling sounds of paper bags were heard all the way to the living room where you were sitting cross-legged while you were waiting for him.

"Hi, amour," Charles greets, eyes crinkling from smiling wide. He walks over to press a soft kiss to your forehead, not bothering to put down the bags he was holding just so he could kiss you first.

"What took you so long? You were gone for a while." You ask, eyeing the bags he was holding and deathly curious as to what it was because you only sent him out to buy one thing: milk. It seems as if Charles and his impulsive buying trait got the best of him again but it's honestly just endearing at times.

"Oh," He purses his lips, in desperate attempt to contain the smile his lips were forming. "I took a little detour." He adds, voice small.

"Go on, lay it on me - what did you buy?" You sigh, turning off your phone and giving your entire attention to the man with several paper bags beside him.

"These are all for you, actually." He gives you a small smile, clearly proud of everything he had bought.

"Baby, you just got me a gift 2 weeks ago. You've given me so much, you don't have to-" Cut off by Charles shushing you, he takes out the first item from the bag. It was none other than the blue scarf you've been eyeing for a while now - every time you pass by the botique that sold it, you could not help but stare at it because it was just so damn pretty.

Charles stands up and was now behind you as he drapes the scarf around your neck. The fabric was insanely soft and was a little cold, as if it was just taken out of an air-conditioned room. He stops to look at you for a while, smiling to himself because it suited you so well you were practically glowing.

After thanking him with a gentle kiss on his cheek, he proceeds to sit back down and started to open yet another paper bag. He takes out a box colored light pink and you already knew what it was and you knew he has nailed it again in the gift department.

"This is the perfume you've always wanted, yes? It was on sale luckily so I got it. Think of it as an early birthday gift." He quips, not admitting that it was actually sold on a regular price. That would probably remain a secret for some time.

"Charles, how did you even know I wanted this?"

"Now that is a secret, chèrie. I am afraid I am not at liberty to disclose." Charles chuckles, setting the box of perfume aside.

"I will get you back you know. One of these days I will put together the greatest gifts of all time and then you will cry." You reply, feigning a threat.

Charles could only look at you lovingly - because did he love giving you gifts. He loves seeing your reaction every time he handed you a gift, he loved seeing you use a gift of his, and he absolutely loved how you make it up to him even though you didn't have to.

"Okay this is the last one," He starts to open the smallest bag of the bunch, taking out a rectangular blue velvet box. He opens it to reveal the one thing you've been pining for at the vintage botique you pass by every day on your way to work. You fell in love with it the moment you saw it but it was taken out of display a week ago only for you to find out it had already been sold. The necklace with a beautiful butterfly pendant was one of the things you regretted not buying.

"Charles, I love it so much," You say, admiring the jewelry in front of you. "Thank you, you make me so happy." You look up, giving him an endearing look.

"How do you manage to get me the perfect gift all the time?"

"I told you it's a secret," He laughs, setting your hair to the side as he puts on the necklace.

"Ma belle fille." My beautiful girl.

The ropes behind Charles getting you the perfect gifts were not that complex. It doesn't involve magic, wizardry, or witchcraft. He doesn't want to give himself credit but getting you gifts were probably one of the easiest things he has ever done in his life. He never needed help from your friends nor did he have to trick you into telling him what you really wanted.

It was plain simple: he was attentive.

Charles has always paid extreme attention when it came to you. It was a given he knew you like the back of his hand and has you memorized like the overly complex steering wheel of his Formula 1 car. You have always had his undivided attention and knew already what you wanted to say without saying it.

He watches you stare at an item for too long, looking like you were having hard time deciding whether or not to get it, and then shaking your head when you put it back on the shelf. He sees the items in your online shopping cart that has been there for way too long but never checking it out. He even notices when you pass by a store and your eyes dart towards a specific item for too long but never going inside to look at it.

Charles always thought you rarely spoil and treat yourself. You did buy something for yourself at times, but he wanted you to spoil yourself as much as you spoiled him as well. Granted you can buy the things he's bought you, but you've always taken steps back before you buy something for yourself, so he took it upon himself to do it for you.

Even if you were in the other room, Charles can hear you rave about something you really want to one of your friends but mostly ending it with "but I don't think I should buy it," even though you were genuinely excited for it, so he marches out of the apartment to get it for you.

The look on your face was always priceless - your eyes shine and your cheeks turn red whenever you received a gift from Charles, and to him it was always a sight to see. He feels his heart be filled to the brim every time you embrace him tight or give him a kiss as your way of thanking him. He adores the way your eyebrows scrunch when you can't decide what to get him for Christmas or any other occassion and how you try to get him to say what he really wanted so you can get it for him. He loved you so much he acts oblivious about your motives, so he "slips up" and tells you willingly.

And for what it's worth, he's always paying attention to you. It wasn't just because he wanted to give you exactly what you wanted, it was just the way he was. You had his eye, all the damn time.

He looks forward to the next few weeks where you suspiciously slip out of the apartment to go gift-hunting for him, not knowing you were the best gift he had ever received his entire life.

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notes: thought this was a really cute idea so hehe lmk what u think! tysm for reading 🤍

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