#fluffy shin my bby

[rezwrites]

Shin hati brainrot

Shin Hati/Reader

Summary: Shin gets injured on a mission, luckily you’re there with her.

Warnings: injury, blood

a/n: slight au where shin gets off of peridea, and works as a mercenary instead of joining thrawn.

The wind harshly blew through the forest trees, crisp, dry air biting at your nose and fingertips despite the thick furs covering you. Snow crunching under your footsteps, muffling any sound coming from you and your blonde companion.

A few moons ago, she boarded your ship, seeking your services for her mercenary work. She rarely spoke, but you soon found solace in the quiet late-night games of holochess or cards; enjoying the way her eyes danced across the board, strategizing her way to win.

Her work took you across the galaxy, from the Outer Rim Territories to the lower levels of Coruscant. This current mission brought you to Kijimi, where Shin was returning spice to some Pykes in Kijimi City. Usually, Shin would leave you on the ship, but this time she handed you a small blaster and insisted on backup. Despite having seen her skillful handling of a lightsaber, disbelieving she needed help, you followed her up the mountain.

Unexpectedly, backup was needed. At the drop-off point, you were ambushed by thieves and heavily outnumbered. As you were fleeing, a stray bolt ricocheted off of a crate hitting Shin’s torso. Carrying her through back alleys, you finally reached the mountainside and descended to the ship.

Shin's ragged breathing and the blood dripping onto the snow were worrying. Wind picking up as she fell to her knees. "We're almost to the ship, Shin. Just a little bit longer," encouraging her, yet, she collapsed.

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As you finished bandaging Shin, she startled awake.

"We're in the ship, you're safe now," you assured her, gently stroking her arm. She took in the familiar surroundings of the ship.

“Where are we?” She attempted to sit up, but halted when you lightly grazed her shoulders. Her face flushing as you laid her back down.

Upon her query, you explained, "I landed us on Kinyen for safety, in case anyone was following us." As you disposed of the bloody bandages, Shin relaxes and covers her eyes with her arm, both of you breathing a sigh of relief.

“I’m sorry about your mission,” Sitting on the edge of her bed, you covered her with a blanket.

"There will be more." As you started to leave, she lightly gripped your wrist, hesitating, "please stay with me." Her plea touched you deeply, her eyes holding much pain and vulnerability, it broke your heart. Lying down she rested her head next to your shoulder, hand softly brushing yours. You both soon fell asleep together in the comforting silence.

[sat0sugu-angst]

Birthday Wish

pairing: bakugo x reader

summary: you've brought up the topic of topping your boyfriend for a while, and for your birthday he decided he'd finally let you.

cw: bottom!katsuki, afab!reader (though no pronouns used), pet names (my love, baby etc., most directed at bkg), pegging, reader occasionally refers to strap as their cock, rimming (m. receiving), lots of aftercare bc I stan aftercare, soft!bkg, this was super fluffy bc it's theoretically his first time as a bottom and patience is key

a/n: i didn't get a lot of hype for bottom!katsuki but idc it's my birthday so 🤪 this was super self indulgent it might as well be self insert but I hope those who were excited abt bottom!katsuki can still enjoy it 💖 also I didn't do a lot of explanations for prepping bby kats's booty hole but prep is always important

characters aged up +22

MDNI

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You and your boyfriend are in bed. Katsuki is on all fours, head leaning down on the pillow with his ass in the air for you. You were on your shins, feet tucked under your butt as you dropped a glob of spit onto his hole, before leaning down and pressing your tongue against him to spread it around his rim. His hips jerked forward a bit, his semi-hard cock twitching between his legs.

"How does that feel, baby?" You asked, running your hands along the backs of his thighs, lightly massaging his legs.

He took a breath. "Feels okay. You can go in a little bit though."

You continued massaging him as you pressed your tongue inside, pushing your spit further into his hole. You rolled your tongue against him slowly, pulling away to spit again and spread it around. He was relaxing into the sensation, slowly rolling his hips against your mouth, letting out a small sigh you weren't sure you'd ever heard from him.

You continued working your tongue against him for a beat more before pulling away and reaching down to grab the lube beside you. You dropped a generous amount on his hole, and he whined a little. "S'fucking cold." He barked.

You massaged his ass cheeks a little to relax him again. "Sorry, my love, just wanna make sure everything goes smoothly." He nodded, and you went and grabbed a finger glove and spread the lube from his ass along your finger. "Are you ready, Katsuki? I'm gonna use my finger now."

He was quiet for a beat, then, "can I flip over?"

You smiled a little. "You wanna be on your back?"

He nodded. "I wanna see you."

You were flooded with warmth, both in adoration and arousal. "Of course you can, let me put the towel down." Once you were resituated, he was on his back laying diagonally along the bed. A few pillows propped him up a little and you leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. "You sure you're ready? You don't have to do it just because I like it." You said, lifting your free hand to cup his cheek in your hand.

He gave you a hard look, his deep red eyes searching yours. "When I was...prepping, it felt alright. But then I imagined it was you inside me, and...I dunno, I liked that feeling. I wanna feel that it's you inside me. Even if it's toys or whatever, I want you to be the one to do it."

You smiled, kissing him again with more vigor, and he opened your mouth to press his tongue against you. You moaned, leaning into him and feeling his now fully erect penis press against your stomach. "Okay, but you gotta tell me if it hurts, okay?" He nipped at your bottom lip, giving you his signature smirk.

"Just fuck me already." You rolled your eyes at his bravado, but your excitement was renewed at his words.

You scoot back, leaning between his legs so you could fit on the bed laying on your stomach.

You lifted his legs so his knees were on your shoulders, giving you better access to his hole. You looked up into his eyes. "Ready now?"

He nodded, and you opened your mouth to tell him to use his words when he added. "Yeah, I'm ready."

You smiled at him, turning to plant a kiss on the inside of the knee closest to your face. You slowly circled his rim before pressing your finger inside. His breath hitched and you stopped, looking to check his face. "Let me know when I can move again." He was clenching around your finger, and his nerves were showing in his expression. "You're doing so good for me, Katsuki."

He breathed a little, reaching his hand down to grab at your free one, and you instinctively linked fingers. He visibly relaxed, and you felt him loosen around your finger. "Keep going."

You pressed your finger into him slowly until you were pressed all the way in, and once he gave the go ahead you pulled out enough that only your fingertip was still inside before pushing back in, checking his face for signs of discomfort.

He was breathing heavy, his fingers tight around yours, and you pressed kisses along his thighs. When you ran your tongue up his length, he twitched, and he let out the neediest moan you'd heard from him.

"Did you like that, baby?" You asked, looking up at him as you continued to thrust in and out of his hole.He nodded, though his head was tilted back and he wasn't looking at you. You squeezed his fingers to get his attention. "Gotta use your words, my love."

He grunted out some sort of complaint. "Feels fuckin' good, alright?" He said, his cheeks flaming. You thrust your finger into him again, taking just his tip into your mouth and sucking a little.

He cried out, letting go of your hand to grip the sheets. "Fuck yeah, baby," he groaned out, and you smiled up at him even if he wasn't looking at you.

You eventually worked your way up to two fingers, but by the third one he told you to get off his mouth. "I'll fucking bust if you keep that up, wanna wait until you're inside me."

You pulled off his tip with a pop, biting your bottom lip to keep from grinning too widely. "You think you're ready for it?" He was nodding before you even finished your sentence.

You were eager, your strap already on. You had chosen a moderately small cock so you wouldn't have to worry about hurting him too much, adding a generous amount of lube to both the strap and his hole. Once you were both ready, you were positioned between his legs, his arms wrapped around your neck, and you pressed the tip inside.

He whined, throwing his head back as he opened his legs even wider for you, and you paused to let him get reacquainted with having something inside him. "Keep going," he said after a minute, and you worked your way inside him little by little, watching the way he sucked your cock up into his hole.

"You're doing such a good job, baby." You said, once you had bottomed out inside him.

His eyes were closed, cheeks flushed and damp with sweat. "Bet your fucking ass I am." He said breathlessly.

You were pulling out slowly, then, once just the tip was in, you rolled your hips back into him slowly. He let out a single, low "fuck," and his cock twitched again.

After a couple more slow strokes, he looked up at you. "You can go faster, now." He said, and you leaned down to him as you rocked into him a little faster this time, swallowing his whimpers in a kiss.

You were properly fucking him now, ever few thrusts you'd brush against that spot and he'd let out a shaky breath. "Fuck, you feel so good inside me," he groaned, reaching around to grab your ass to push you in harder. "Harder." He said, and you pulled back and thrust into him hard. He cried out, throwing his head back before looking up at you between half closed eyes. "I love you," he whispered.

You melted at his words, pressing a kiss to him as you thrust into him hard again. "I love you too, Katsuki." You said, reaching a hand up to brush his hair from his forehead.

Your muscles were straining a little keeping up the rhythm, but he looked so good underneath you that you couldn't help but push through.

"I'm so close," he said, reaching down to stroke his own cock. He was grunting, and then he stopped, letting a little cry, his whole body shaking as cum shot out onto your stomach and chest, and you slowed your thrusts. He opened his eyes, and there was something so open, so vulnerable in the way he looked at you, you couldn't help but kiss him.

"That was so sexy, Katsuki. You looked so good cumming on my cock."

"Fuck, that felt so different." He was breathing hard, and he looked down at the mess between you both. "I'm a fucking mess."

"Well I'll be the one worrying about that, not you."

"But it's your birthday."

"And I just railed my boyfriend. I'm in heaven right now." You said with a grin. He flushed again, looking away from you. "Let me take care of you for once."

You were slowly pulling out, checking in with how he was feeling. Once you were out, you reached over and grabbed the wet wipes and cleaned your stomachs and his hole. "You wanna shower?"

He shook his head. "Just wanna cuddle with you."

You smiled sweetly at him, and you both changed before falling into a pile on the bed. He was halfway on top of you, arms wrapped around your middle and head nestled into your chest. "Did you enjoy that?" You asked, running your fingers along his back.

"Lot more than I thought I would. I came so fucking hard."

"Yeah you did. It was so sexy."

"You liked it too? Even if you weren't like...feeling anything?"

You shrugged. "Seeing how much I could turn you on, like how you turn me on when you fuck me, made me so hot for you. I loved seeing you like that."

"So you'd do it again?"

You paused. "Would you want to do it again."

He was quiet for a minute. "Yeah." He said after a moment.

You smiled, hugging him to you tightly. "You don't have to be shy about it, my love. If you like it or not you can be honest."

"I'd definitely like to do it again. Maybe not for a while, but yeah, I would."

You smiled, settling into an easy silence as you felt his heart beat against your chest. "Just wait until I really give you your present later." He said, and you could hear the smirk in his voice.

You laughed. "I thought this was my present?"

"No. When I can get up, I'm gonna blow your mind just like you did mine."

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Tysm for reading! What did you think of bottom!katsuki? Lmk w rbs/comments!! Likes are also always appreciated 💖

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[mushroom-for-art]

More mha oc characters cause I have no self control, Nishi Cara and her son Nishi Shin ft doll hawks. Monster wife go brr, info under cut

So names, I decided on writing them like obviously how they're meant to in Japan with last name first to match the area of it. I've probably fucked up, just call them Cara and Shin.

Nishi Cara is wife and also big monster form go BRRR. She has obviously a transformation quirk that allows her to turn into her large beautiful monstrous self for power boost ect, basically increases all her stats except intelligence cause when using her quirk she goes full feral only able to follow her last sober thought. She's big she's powerful she'll fuck you up. Downside is the transformation is becoming gradually permanent every time she uses it. She's an ex member of some sort of evil group mafia thing but not LOV, being a villain because she was treated shit by people growing up for her transformation quirks appearance, left the group adopting Shin (who the evil group had kidnapped for his quirk) as her own son. She had tried to contact authorities to return him to get him put in care on account of being an orphan but when cops she knew were dirty came to get him she wasn't gonna let them just give him to another group to abuse no longer trusting authorities and taking him as her own child.

Nishi meaning west and Cara being of Irish origin meaning a friend so her name means West a friend. Or I suppose if you wrote it the English way A friend West. Implying potential redemption of her character as she could be a friend, but also West sometimes being called a little death could mean she brings death in the form of her friendship as she could snap your neck. But more likely with the symbolism of West being to mature and become a better self its symbolic of her arc going from being evil due to a grudge against society to bettering herself to do better to protect this child she's adopted.

Her son is Nishi Yamamoto Shin, though he rarely uses his middle name considering that he was born Yamamoto Shin, and he doesn't want to be recognised by people and taken to the cops as he knows corrupt cops were part of his parents murder and is scared of them so uses Caras last name, seeing her as his new mother. This was completely his own choice, she was taking care of him without intent to replace his old family. He was taken because of his Quirk which manifested quite young, much like Momo he can create things however unlike Momo he doesn't make them from his body and have the drawbacks she does he's able to make things appear if he has seen them before. His quirk is likely him rearranging atoms on a well atomic level reconstructing them into different forms as everything is made of atoms making him kind of insanely powerful if you think too hard on it but being that he is still young the ability to fully make use of this quirk isn't quite there meaning most of the things he tries to make fall through as unstructured non/semi tangible illusions almost. Think like how Piedmon on digimon had a few fake knives within the real ones, he has a few real ones in within the fakes. When he's older and trained he will likely be able to create things and make fakes easily on the fly and potentially gain the power to deconstruct things to an atomic degree as well, luckily he's likely going to be a good guy.

Despite them both being untrustworthy of authority I imagine Shin really does adore Hawks cause he sees him doing real world stuff helping not just fighting bad guys he's seen videos of hawks just, helping people little things, he finds hawks the most down to earth and trustworthy (though Cara thinks he's just a feathered prick). Despite this she managed to get him the hawks plush cause she loves her son. Of course if Shin met hawks he would likely bully him trying to get hawks with his mother saying shit like "you look like you don't own an air fryer", this is not the first time hawks has had a kid try to adopt him as dad but probably the first time he's been bullied in a way into getting with a mother.

[thelukesalvez]

Luke Alvez x Reader: The Flower Garden

Prompt: “can you write an imagine where luke is late to someone's funeral (like a family member or something) and realizes that he wants to bring flowers so on his way he steals some from the readers garden!!! fluff if you can :) thanks!”

Tagged: @ssaic-jareau​ , @alvezstan​ , @lcvischmitt​ , @ogmilkis​ , @goldenalvez​ , @ssa-morgan​ , @garcias-batcave ,  @akimagies​, @zhangyixingxing1 , @pinkdiamond1016 ,  @yourwonderbelle​ , @rachelxwayne​ , @sc4rletw1tch​ , @moreidultrastan​ , @ellvswriting

Word count: 2.4k

Warnings: none

A/N: hi bbys! sorry for being so mia i was on vacation all last week,, here’s a spontaneous, fluffy fic to make up for it!

Luke is late. In every sense of the word, he is so late. He’s been wearing this same pair of jeans for almost 48 hours now and his burgundy polo shirt is scratching uncomfortably underneath his rain jacket. His hands are freezing and he doesn’t even have any flowers. His family is going to be so mad.

He’s power walking, well aware that he probably looks like a mom on a mission in the grocery store (thinking of that makes his heart clench in his chest). There’s one more street to walk down–he refuses to drive there, it makes it feel too real. He stuffs shaking hands in his pockets and turns the corner.

Luke doesn’t have flowers. He’s visiting for the first time since it happened, he’s late, and he doesn’t have flowers.

He’s a block away when he sees them, the roses growing almost chaotically over a small wooden fence. He stops and looks down at them, then around. No one’s watching, so he crouches and picks a decent handful, murmuring a few sorries as the stems snap. He notes the house number and reminds himself to write a thank you note before standing up and continuing on his way.

Everyone’s already there when Luke arrives, eyes watery from the wind. His sister gives him a look that would’ve been terrifying if not for the red around her eyes, and Luke mouths his apology while passing out hugs.

With a deep breath he crouches and places the six roses at the base of the polished stone. “Hi, mom.” Luke whispers, pressing a kiss into his hand and then to her name. “Sorry I’m late.”

I miss you. I stole these flowers for you, the old lady they belong to probably noticed already. My boss gave me a few extra sick days because she knows. I’m tired of everyone knowing. I love you.

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It happens a few more times in the course of two months, and Luke really doesn’t mean to make it a habit, but he can never seem to remember the flowers until he’s well on his way, and there are so many of them in the garden that he hardly feels bad. He never got around to writing the note.

He’s sitting in front of the grave with a bunch of daisies. “The girls miss you.” Luke says quietly, arranging the flowers nicely along the stone. The white is almost too bright to look at. “We all miss you, mom.” He whispers, feeling a tear run down his cheek. “Today at work someone brought in their therapy dog. I can’t remember it’s name, but it spent the whole time licking my shoe. Reckon he knows, too? Anyway, it was nice.”

Luke never means to cry but he always ends up doing it. It takes about twenty minutes for him to be able to breathe again, then he says goodbye and walks the three blocks to his car.

He usually visits once a week, sometimes one of his sisters comes with him. If it’s his younger one, they go get ice cream after. If it’s his older one, which it usually is, they get coffee and don’t talk about it.

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It’s running on month six when Luke sees you. He’s holding a beautiful bunch of chrysanthemums by his side, when he notices that there’s someone in the window holding the curtain. You make eye contact, and Luke feels very guilty. You don’t look angry, although there’s a noticeable furrow between your eyebrows. You’re wearing a cotton bathrobe and holding a mug of coffee. Luke could use some coffee.

He doesn’t know what to do, so he just smiles and holds up the flowers. Then turns on his heels and walks as quickly as he can.

“It’s not an old lady, mum, it’s a girl. She saw me today, caught me red handed.” Luke mumbles, laughing a bit to himself as he clears away some old flowers and places the new ones. “She didn’t do anything though, so I think I’m okay.” His voice cracks as he says it, and then, as usual, starts crying.

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It takes two more times for the rightful owner of the flowers to confront Luke about his thievery.

Luke’s on his knees, picking some cute purple flowers when he hears your voice.

“Um, hello?” Luke nearly jumps out of his skin.

“Oh shit.” Luke says, looking up and feeling his heart sink. “Right. I’m sorry I just–your flowers are very nice.”

You smile and cross your arms over your chest. “Thank you.”

Luke’s still kneeling, hands shaking where they’re holding stems. There’s sort of crooked smile on your face. Neither of you are saying anything. You’re wearing an old shirt with a hole near the hem. Luke’s hands are sweating.

“You know, if you’re going to steal my flowers to take to your girl, I think I’m going to have to come with you to make sure she’s beautiful enough to warrant theft.” You say, oddly calm and good natured.

Luke doesn’t know what to say. He just nods, trying to ease the panic rising in his chest.

“Add a few roses.” You order, and Luke nods, picking a few and standing up, finally. “I’m Y/N, by the way.“ You add, extending a hand.

Luke smiles and shakes it. “Luke.” You smile at him one more time and then you start to walk.

You pester him with questions about his imaginary girlfriend, and Luke tries to answer them in the vaguest way possible, all the while trying to figure out how the hell he’s going to explain this when you get to the cemetery.

“Did she like the daisies you picked last time? I always thought those were more of a flower you give your mom, but I guess they’re nice.” you babble, and Luke almost chokes.

“Yeah, um. Yeah.” he says, his heart racing in his chest. The small side entrance is only a few meters away, and you still have no idea. Luke doesn’t say anything as he walks through the gate, holding it open for you, who immediately stops talking as well.

The silence feels like a heavy blanket, and you just follow Luke as he makes the walk, now committed to memory. Luke almost forgets you’re there, dropping to the permanently grass stained knees of his jeans and managing a smile. “Hi Ma.” He places the flowers around the base of the stone, like he always does. Luke jolts when he feels a hand on his thigh, near his knee. He follows the arm up and meets your sad eyes. Luke hadn’t noticed you kneel, too.

“Luke..” you whisper, obviously surprised. Luke doesn’t blame you.

“Don’t.” he says quietly, sniffling and looking away from you. “I brought someone with me. She’s the one I’ve been stealing all the flowers from.” Luke says, smiling a bit and he hears you mumble a soft hello. “She hasn’t called the cops on me yet, which I guess is good.”

He takes a shaky breath before getting choked up. He puts his face in his hands and this was always just a part of his agenda, but the arm around his shoulders is new.

You start talking.

“The first time I was sitting in my kitchen and I was like, oh god do not pick the hibiscuses, they’ve got bees. But he didn’t, he chose some tulips instead.“ you laugh a little, and Luke almost starts crying again. “Between us, I hope he never stops.” you whisper, and Luke knows he wasn’t meant to hear it. There’s a lot he wasn’t meant to do.

Luke sniffles loudly and sits up to wipe his eyes. Your arm is still around his shoulders. “I’m sorry.” he says out of habit, as he’s been doing every time anyone’s seen him cry since October. But you just shake your head and use a thumb to wipe a stray tear.

“Don’t apologize.” You say, you put your hand back on your own lap. Luke wants to tell you to put it back. “I’ll um, give you some privacy.” You stand up and brush off your jeans. “And, Luke, you’re welcome to my flowers anytime.” You give him a bright smile before walking away.

Luke doesn’t watch you walk away. He turns back to the gravestone and sighs. “She’s kinda nice isn’t she mom?”

Luke can almost hear his mom yelling at him. 

Don’t be stupid, dear, go after her.

He kisses his hand and presses it against the warming stone. “I love you.” He gets up, not bothering to dust off his knees and all but sprints back out to the sidewalk. Luke jogs down the road and turns the corner, smiling when he sees you walking peacefully down the street.

“Hey!” Luke yells, picking up to a run. You turn, and stop walking, looking surprised that Luke is running after you.  

“Let me, um, buy you lunch.” he says breathlessly.  “Figure I owe you one, since I’ve been stealing your flowers for months.“

You smile and nod.  “Yeah, I guess that's only fair.”

You talk as you walk to your pick of a restaurant, and Luke feels lighter than he has in months.

…

You walk back to your place, and you make Luke promise to close his eyes as you grab the spare key. Luke thinks that it’s painfully adorable.

“Wanna come in?” you ask, looking down at your feet as you say it. Luke’s cheeks go hot at that, being suddenly floored by how pretty you really are.

“I-” Luke starts, before checking his watch. “Really need to be heading home.” He tries not to let the way your face falls hurt his feelings too bad. “I have work in like, an hour, so.” he explains, and you nod.

“Yeah, don’t worry about it. Maybe another time.” you say, eyes wide and hopeful.

Luke grins. “Definitely. I’ll call you–or you’ll see me in your garden, either one.” He throws in a wink and leans in to peck your cheek before turning and walking down the street to his car.  At the corner he turns and finds you still standing in your doorway.

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It was not a good day. Luke has been avoiding sleep because every time he closes his eyes at night,  he can’t stop picturing the time he showed his mom how he could climb the tree in the backyard. He fell on the second branch and skinned his shin and elbow. She patched him up and bought him ice cream, and then they watched movies until Luke fell asleep against her on the couch.

He sighs and presses the heels of his palms into his eyes. He’d stopped crying about an hour ago, now he’s just staring at his ceiling with his eyes burning. It’s four thirty. Sleep is definitely out of the picture, so Luke grabs his keys and does the only thing he can think of.

He picks seven roses on his way, hops the fence, and finds he can still cry, forehead pressed against cold stone.

He doesn’t know how long he sits there for, but when he opens his eyes, the sky is more grey than black. “Fuck.” He curses and rubs at his stinging eyes. “Sorry for swearing,” He whispers, laughing a bit. “I’ll be back soon, I love you.”

He stands.  It’s about to be five in the morning, and Luke really can’t see himself driving all the way back home. He doesn’t quite know what to do as he walks back, but then he sees the garden, and finds himself knocking on the door.

It takes a few, but you open the door, hair a mess, grey sweats hanging low on your hips. “Luke,” You say, surprised. “What are you doing here?” you ask softly.

“Couldn’t sleep. Needed some flowers.” he mumbles, blinking a few times to try and get rid of the blurriness creeping across his eyes. “Can I come in?”

“Yes, of course,” you say without missing a beat, and Luke sighs, relieved. He toes off his sneakers at the door and lets you lead him through the house.  He can tell that you want to ask, but don’t.

In fact, you don’t say anything, and Luke finds that oddly comforting, you just sit next to Luke on the couch and keep your hands curled in your lap.  

“I took some roses again this morning,” Luke admits.

“What color?” is all you respond with.

“The white.”

“That’s the best kind,” you assure him. You can keep helping yourself to those.” you say, leaning over and poking into Luke’s side. “Think of it as my gift to your mom, too.”

That makes Luke tear up a bit.

“I should go,” he says, not wanting to start crying in front of you for a second time.  

“Oh,” you say, sounding almost disappointed.  “Right— okay.”

Luke stands up, his chest feeling tight and his thoughts racing.  But in the midst of the chaos, he hears her voice.  Clear as day; the reason behind his messy, illogical mind. Don’t be stupid, dear, go after her.

Luke turns suddenly then, and takes a step closer to you so he can hold your hands in his own. “Can I take you to breakfast right now?”

You beam at him, dimples drilled into your cheeks as you nod in agreement. You hurriedly find a pair of shoes and a jacket, stopping at the door to lock it before following Luke out. You walk to his car hand in hand, and it all feels so right.

They get pancakes, and Luke kisses the whip cream off your lips. People give you looks as you laugh obnoxiously and fond over one another. Luke doesn’t care.

He wakes up the next morning in a bed that isn’t his own and to the smell of bacon. He smiles to himself. “I thought I was making you breakfast?” he asks, laughing a little when he sees you  standing in front of the stove.

“Maybe if you had woken up before me,.” you say, looking over your shoulder and smiling at Luke.

You sit down to eat breakfast on the couch, a blanket pulled over both of you, and it’s home.

[jeanbeaux]

Hii! I recently found your works and they are HOT >.< I was wondering if I could participate in your rush event? I love the theme omg it reminds me of my college experience so it's a nice throwback :)

I'd like to place my bid with a hq boy? My ideal major would be marketing (but my actual major is law) and three things I need to have in my dorm are some sort of pretty string lights, fluffy slippers (preferably pink), and a furry blanket. My drink of choice is a white monster and my go to struggle meal is shin ramen (so basic but the asian in me can't live without it).

Thank you and congratulations!

hi bby!! ofc you can!! ty for enjoying my writing love <3

your greek life soulmate is.....frat bro atsumu!

the blonde boy in marketing lets out a visible snort when he sees you stride in, it was a rough morning and your in your struggle fit, some sweats and fuzzy slippers, so you respond in turn with a death glare before taking a sip from your can of monster. he's then starting a loud conversation about how he's always put together for class, sending you a smirk when he catches you listening.

oh, the jokes on him when the pledge have do their dares for initiation. atsumu's furious as he walks in a tight black tank top and skirt, pink fuzzy slippers tying the whole outfit together.

but even then, he manages to turn it around, saying the only reason he ever bothered to comment on your look was because you looked better in them than he ever could.

astumu miya is a brash idiot when he flirts, truly.

but even then, he's got you blushing.

rush week is closed!

[occasionallyish--archive]

Some random BNHA boys headcanons!

(Featuring K.Bakugou, H.Shinsou, H.Sero, and E.Kirishima!)

*I've seen all of the anime, so far, but am not very far in the manga. If some are canonically disproved, then I'll figure that out on my own time–

I do mention things I think up to the point of the school festival(I think that's around where the anime goes to, at current), though. If you haven't caught up to that point, you may not want to read this post.

Also! I love to interact. If you have anything to pitch in or would like to request specific headcanons or, hecc, I also love analyzing/pairing relationships, hmu!

TW, cheating and divorce! And self-loathe! Lengthiness under the cut!

Katsuki Bakugou

His dorm room is sort of a mix between Izuku's(not like he'll ever admit it), Eijirou's, and Kyouka's. The color scheme is prolly really based around his hero costume, with lots of blacks and oranges and maybe even a hint of green. Knowing his pride, even his sheets are prolly custom-made to match his aesthetic. Kat's got a punching bag and maybe other training equipment and, after the school festival, he ended up giving into his new hobby and got his hands on a drum kit. He's also got a couple of All Might merch, ofc– A poster, maybe a collectible here and there.

Katsuki isn't necessarily aromantic, because he does crush and knows a relationship-worthy person when he sees one. But, he strictly identifies as such because he feels it'd be selfish as a pro hero to have a lover than can be targeted. Plus, well, he has no interest in distractions, as tempting as it may be.

He's kinda like a tsundere when it comes to his parents' clothes lines, lmao. They love sending him stuff to wear and he honestly does feel pretty stylin' when he wears such, but he always protests and is all "Nada nada nada, I'm not some goddamn walking ad"

Kat's the only person in class 1-A who's completely fluent in English. Momo and Shouto are the only two that can really compete.

Hitoshi Shinsou

Shin's room is actually very cozy, warm, comfortable. He keeps a lot of cooler colors like grays, blues, and purples, with plain sheets. He also kinda sorta takes pride in the white fairy lights that decorate the walls– That lighting is kind of dim, but rediates calm vibes. He also has a sort of nest of plush pillows on his bed, that he can just sorta fall into at the end of a long day! It's surprisingly neat(other than his bed), as while he is too lazy to clean, Hitoshi's also too lazy to make a mess.

Over his time in UA, Hitoshi also develops his own sorta unlikely friend group! This includes Izuku Midoriya(Sports Featival, self-explanatory), Denki Kaminari(EraserMic parallels, plus I think a certain mangacap), Neito Monoma(It all started with a fist fight...), Momo Yaoyorozu(Responsible woman), and Mei Hatsume(They met during the Sports Festival). I like to think that Monoma and Shinsou are exes. It's a tolerate-hate relationship.

Similarly to Katsuki, Hitoshi sort of identified as ace-aro before having gotten with Neito. He doesn't really know what he identifies as, now, but he does crush every now and then.

Shin's got three pet cats! There's Bonji, a ginger tom of a housecat. He's a really prideful spoiled jerk that Hitoshi can't help but love, despite his ego. Bonji also probably ends up fathering Monster's kittens– She's a very very fluffy, chubby grey-and-white Manx. She's real snuggly and calm, and quiet. More of an observer than anything. Then there's Bear, this time a really whiny brown-and-white Manx that tends to get herself in trouble.

Also, if he's not a hero, then he's definitely a therapist. Or an author. Or both, most of the time. His office is called "Hear Meowt" and he's known for bringing cats in, from the local shelter.

Guns scare him. He thinks it's kind of a silly fear(especially for a pro hero) and would prolly get teased if it ever gets out, but– He could never bring himself to even shoot one. Gets all nervous if somebody in the room possesses one. The only class he puts 100% effort into, is Snipe's.

Also, Hito just– Never learned how to swim, cnejcmf. He's not scared of it or anything, and he's okay with hanging around a pool, but he can't swim and won't admit it.

Hanta Sero

Growing up he had a really bad habit of chewing his elbows(He also happens to be a flexible king) and ended up having to get braces(blush surgery because he messed up his goddamn elbOWs). That's why he has such straight teeth. He doesn't really like admitting it so he tries to be subtle but early on in the year he chewed on his retainer, too, and I bet there was one day where everybody just heard SNAP! from inside his mouth. Smile thru the pain, bby.

Also, yes, Hanta is a stoner– But! Being a hero-in-training, he's prolly ths most responsible stoner you've ever met. He'll never smoke on days that he has class or that he plans to train, and God forbid sharing his weed with others(unless, y'know, there's a responsible sober person around).

As such, he's not allowed to attend Bakugou's birthday. Doesn't stop anybody(other than Katsuki) from dragging him in, anyway, tho.

Eijirou Kirishima (But mostly his family)

His youngest sisters are the product of, ah, a cheating mother. So yeah, both parents are now divorced though the kids are in said mother's custody, because unfairness. Thing is, with a single mother that works, the situation gets especially bad after Ei moves into the dorms.

His older sister, the oldest of the kids, is Etsuko. She's 22 and left to America for college, as soon as she got the chance. She hates mom but is chill with all of her siblings, talking with them and dad whenever she gets the chance. Otherwise, her current girlfriend is a pro hero!

Then, after Eijirou, is Akari. He's 13-14 and filled with angst and anger and bitterness, not really going out of his way to show his hate toward the twins but definitely doing so if prompted. Their mom's sort of in the same boat, except for the fact that he just avoids her entirely. Akari takes after his dad, a lot, and sees him as a role model. Visits him whenever he gets the chance.

And then, there's Aiko and Aika(both twins, 8). Ko is really quiet, reserved, smart– She's the only of the two aware of why they don't have a father figure. As such, she has an internal self-loathe and does sometimes get angry and lash out, as a product. Ka's pretty much the opposite. She's real naive and fun and loud, the kind to play sports and gossip about boys and playfully tease her siblings. She doesn't really know much or care about the situation, but she does wish Akira would be nicer :(

As for Eijirou? Well, he's in a real tough situation. He loves both his mom and dad to pieces and could never exactly take a side, even if a small part of him resents mom for what she'd done to the family. After the divorce and especially after Etsuko left, he became sort of the man of the house, taking responsibility for all of his younger siblings. He caters to both his mother and father and though there is a lot of tense energy between the three, Ei gets by. After the dorms are implemented, he takes every chance that he possibly could to slip by.

[dudeandduchess]

Shinjuro fluff Shinjuro fluff Shinjuro fluff Shinjuro fluff Shinjuro fluff Shinjuro fluff Shinjuro fluff Shinjuro fluff Shinjuro being kinky is hot af. But what about soft Shinjuro?🤧💕💓

You asked for fluff, bby? Here. Have it in spades. Lmao. Hope you like it! 😂✨

And I apologize if it’s too fluffy. My cold, cold heart almost warmed up while writing this.  

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Shinjurō x F!S/O: Best Part of Me (SFW Scenario):

The house was quiet when (Y/n) woke up; there was no sound of anyone sweeping outside, nor was there any indication that anyone else was there save for her— which stood to reason why she was utterly confused when she entered the kitchen, because her husband was already there with a breakfast set laid out beside him.

Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion, as she knew that Senjurō couldn’t have been the one to make the meal, since she had given him permission to sleep over at the Butterfly Estate. The young boy had been so hesitant to ask his father, so she took it upon herself to take responsibility as his step mother to intervene.

And so, she’d asked him why he wanted to sleep there— and when he’d said that Tanjirō was going to be there, she didn’t hesitate to allow him and Kyōjurō to stay there.

It was only for the weekend, so she figured that it wouldn’t hurt.

However, she didn’t factor Shinjurō’s personal feelings into it. Nonetheless, the sight of her husband idly sipping his tea at the table caused a small smile to tug up at the corners of her lips.

Wordlessly, she walked to stand right behind him, before getting down on her knees and slowly wrapping her arms around him from behind. She then leaned her chin against the top of his head, before lightly blowing at the tufts of his hair that stuck up.

“You miss the kids, don’t you?” She asked softly, while her hands tinkered with the thick material of his yukata.

Shinjurō merely grunted at that, before setting his cup of tea down on the table and encircling his hands around both of his wife’s forearms. Up to that day, it still amazed him that she had such soft skin— and the feel of it beneath his rough and calloused hands felt so heavenly.

He couldn’t deny that touching her was one of his life’s greatest pleasures. Because he’d never thought that he could love anyone else ever again.

“You’re such a grump, Shin,” (Y/n) teased with a light laugh; one that had the older man’s heart skipping a beat in his chest.

What he could rarely get with his first wife, he always got with (Y/n), and he loved that immensely. But there was no use in comparing them, as he loved both of them in their own special ways.

With (Y/n), there were no pretenses. She loved him as he was; there was no strong urge to make her laugh all the time, nor was there any feeling of her trying to take over his first wife’s spot. To her, she was content with being loved by him— and that made him fall for her even more.

She made him want to be a better man; for her, for his sons, and for his child growing within her.

“I made breakfast for you,” Shinjurō announced to break the silence, only to feel her pull away from him. He immediately missed her warmth against him, but remained quiet as she sat down next to him.

(Y/n) eyed the simple breakfast with a grin playing at her lips, then turned to look up at him with that same expression.

It took everything in the former Hashira to not be so floored with how beautiful she was; and how badly she made his heart race. At his age, he was sure that having it be subjected to that much exercise wasn’t ideal.

Still, it kept beating frantically in his chest.

“Thank you, Da- Shin,” (Y/n) caught herself from uttering the very same nickname that had landed them there in the first place, then dissolved into a tiny fit of giggles at the memory of accidentally saying it aloud when Kyōjurō’s friends were over for tea.

She tried to tame her giggles, only to snort like a pig— which had her escalating to full on laughter. Meanwhile, Shinjurō could only look on with the faintest sliver of a smile on his lips.

His gaze was so soft and warm as she took her joyous features in, and he couldn’t help himself— he placed a hand on the back of her neck and pulled her towards him, not for a rough and needy kiss, but for a gentle one against her lips that had her feeling so warm all over.

Her laughter had effectively died down at that, and she looked at him with flushed cheeks; since having him show that much gentleness was a rare feat in and of itself.

And the clincher to that was when he offered her the tiniest smile— an actual, genuine smile— before saying, “I love you, (Y/n).”

He wanted to tell her that she was the best part of him, and so many more things, but his shyness had won out— so he opted to stay quiet as his wife had something akin to an emotional dilemma at his very uncharacteristic words.

So, he figured that he would keep that to himself... until the next time she made him feel so sentimental.

[a-tiny-moon]

Unhelpful Guide to Ateez members

I thought I’d write this lil thing just for fun lol pls don’t sue me

Hongjoong:

- Kim Hongjoong, born Nov. 7th, 1998

- Leader, Lead Rapper, Vocal, Composer

- is actually 192cm tall no he’s not

- broadest sunshine smile you will ever see

- earrings

- spends a lot of his time working on songs, even back in school he used to not go there a lot to be able to work in the studio

- can fall asleep fast and basically anywhere

- sometimes needy for attention

- can be savage

- seems very honest even with the fans I could write a whole essay on this but it feels like he dares to say things in front of the camera that other idols wouldn’t, like he honestly says it if something’s hard or tiring instead of pretending to be fine but still he doesn’t let that get him down but finds the strength to overcome difficult situations

- seen as a strict leader by the other members, they love him very much

- tbh how could u not love him

- rapper but his vocals are sooo goooooood too

- do yourself a favour and loop his part in desire for a day or two

- naturally cute

- “heh heh heh”

- can and will attack you

Seonghwa:

- Park Seonghwa, born April 3rd, 1998

- Vocal, Visual Nr. 1

- unique smile

- they say he’s the mom of the group but he really seems a lot like a dad

- loves steak more than anything

- if u ask him what he wants to eat he will 11 out of 10 times say steak

- literally said he wanted steak for breakfast when they were in the US

- he’d probably sell even his members for steak

- sometimes accidentally speaks formally with his members (who are all younger than him jdjxjjd)

- if you think he’s the normal member, think again part 1

- knows all the members so well it makes me wanna cri

- despite his cool guy image he’s actually a softie at heart

- literally never look into his face when he’s performing - you won’t survive

- loves the Say My Name walk a little too much

- Mars

- angry bird don’t tell him i said this

Yunho:

- Jeong Yunho, born March 23rd, 1999

- Main Dancer, Vocal

- v tall, some other members *side-eyes Wooyoung* feel embarrassed standing next to him cause he’s so much taller than them lol

- an actual performance genius, I’m not exaggerating when I say watching him dance will simply blow you away

- looks soft even with a darker concept

- big smile

- he is so fluffy istg

- hard to wake up apparently lol

- big Harry Potter fan, has his own wand and don’t make me start on his reaction when they visited Universal Studios

- seems like a Hufflepuff but I believe he’s a Gryffindor

- if you think you’re safe with him just cause he’s cute you are wrong

- how does he have so much energy

- weird

- the head-twirl thing he does with Mingi

- if they don’t promote him to Lead or Main Vocal soon I will sue

Yeosang:

- Kang Yeosang, born June 15th, 1999

- Lead Dancer, Vocal, Visual Nr. 2

- probably the calmest member

- also probably internally screaming 24/7

- gets bullied a lot save him

- srsly how does he have so much patience with his members ksjkfk

- “Shin-Bi”

- loves flying drones wonder what he’s planning to do with those kadjfla

- fierce, sharp features - really he’s the perfect visual

- very cool aura I bet he’s just good at hiding his inner child

- has a birthmark near his left eye that kq needs to stop covering up

- no lines :(

- subtly overdramatic

- loves grapes

- once rode his skateboard indoors because it was raining kdjflkdas

- 2:29 in Say My Name MV, you’re welcome

San:

- Choi San, born July 10th, 1999

- Lead Vocal, Dancer

- Shiber enthusiast Nr.1

- collects plushies and dolls

- dimples

- fake maknae

- screm nr1

- “badA DAAAA~”

- v hardworking ok who of them isn’t protecc at all cost

- constantly has his hands on one of the other members

- tbh I think he’d just shut down without physical affection 24/7

- can actually do aggressive aegyo

- has so much energy what does kq feed him

- has literally zero control over his strength

Mingi:

- Song Mingi, born August 9th, 1999

- Lead Dancer, Main Rapper

- his rap is on fire

- low tone rapper, is therefore afraid of bugs

- v tall

- tough and cool image on stage, actually a dork

- screm nr2

- see that person appearing on camera out of nowhere for like half a second? Yeah, that’s 99% him.

- also likes singing and isn’t even half bad

- if you think he’s the normal member, think again part 2

- he attacc

- but also must protecc

- leo and it shows

- (as a wise friend of mine once said:) never trust a dancer

Wooyoung:

- Jung Wooyoung, born Nov. 26th, 1999

- Main Dancer, Vocal, Visual Nr. 3 

(- yes they actually have 3 official visuals)

- dorky, bright and bubbly

- very kind

- unique smile

- snaps completely when he dances (aka. never trust a dancer...)

- once he exposed his neck for a fansite to take pictures of akjdflkas

- no lines either :(

- high pitched screaming (screm nr3?)

- goes from 0 to 180 in .2 seconds

- once bit Yunho’s ear for absolutely no reason at all

- was a puppy in his past life and nobody can convince me otherwise

Jongho:

- Choi Jongho, born Oct. 12th, 2000

(- wow he actually managed to ruin their attempt at making us believe they all have different surnames)

- Main Vocal, Maknae but really now what can’t he do

- seems like the only adult member a lot of the time tbh

- destroy that fruit

- left handed

- sings very passionately at sometimes very odd timing

- he strong

- casually carries around his members like they‘re a slice of pizza

- ur a baby whY ARE YOU RIPPED

- wants to grow a lil taller

- also said he wanted to lose muscle mass

- bby ur perfect the way u are ;;

- just stop doing fortnite dances pls akljdflkasjflkaFKDJSALFK

[praydastles]

Title: Cool off Fandom: BAP Member: Junhong Genre/Warning: Smut, kinda fluffy I need some fluff when I write Jun smut cos HES STILL A BBY IN MY EYES lol hes older than me, swearing (shame on you and your potty mouth!), public indecency (horny kids these days) it was meant to be teasing, but I decided Junhong is a good boy for putting up with you so he deserves something more...  Summary/Request: {Request} how about the smut is about him and his s/o on a date and he teases her in public ;) A/N: Listen to this x cos why not! Okay so view this x but, I also recommend to view this x Word Count: 2802

It was a relatively hot day and you knew that your comfortable season of layer up layer, thick jumpers and comfortable jeans was over. You face was flushed and your night shirt stuck to your slightly sweaty form due to the heat, so when you went to pick out your clothes you decided that it was only logical to wear something loose fitting and… short.

A cute crop tee that flashed just a little waist and a skater skirt was perfect for the weather ‘and for your date’ you brain added as an afterthought. You decided to bring a cap too.

Once you were ready after having a much needed shower, keys in hand, wallet on your person, earphones firmly placed and phone slotted into your bra strap, you locked the door and made your way to the bus stop.

Even the short walk had managed to make your skin form a thin layer of sweat, your neck and collarbones slightly shining. You fanned your face, feeling hot even in the shade, listening to your music as you waited for the bus.

The bus arrived on time as usual and you chose the seat right at the back, sitting by the window and daydreaming out the window. You barely paid any attention to the stops you passed and let out a yelp when someone’s body crushed you. You were ready to let that foul mouth your mother always told you off for loose, sharp eyes shooting to the person who had the audacity to wrap their arm around your shoulders when you saw the biggest grin on the biggest stupid fluff-ball you’ve ever met in your life.

“Shithead!” You mumbled punching him without much strength in the chest. Of course though, the over dramatic giant baby he was, he had to squeal like a little school girl, attracting the attention of the thankfully few people on the bus. “AH!” He wheezed, holding his chest as he fake gasped for breath. “Oh the pain!” He flung himself back into the seat, his free hand dramatically pressed to his head. You rolled your eyes turning from him and turned up your music.

“Hey.” Poke. You took deep breathes. “Hey.” Poke. “Hey, hey, hey” Poke, poke, poke.  ‘I will not commit murder. I will not commit murder. I will not com-’ “CHOI JUNhong I swear to God!” You seethed, lowering your voice to scold the childish boy beside you. “Hey baby.” He grinned adding a cheeky peck to your cheek. 

Junhong loved to tease you. It was so much fun to see your cheeks shade an angry red and your brown orbs deepen to the point he could see himself reflected in your lovely eyes. The way your voice would shakily lower when you were in public as to not cause a scene. How your hands clenched to resist slapping his smug smile. He loved it so much. 

His arm around you pulled you tighter to him as he rested his head atop of yours, ignoring your complaints of “It’s too hot.” “Don’t you know its like 30 degrees arsehole I’m going to die.” “You feel like a fuckin’ radiator, move!” Of course your complaints eventually ceased, eventually, when the two of you were a stop away from the city centre.

“C’mon baby.” Junhong and all his long limbs stood from his seat, careful not to his head, holding his hand behind him for your to hold onto. You roll your eyes, but took it anyway, feeling a different warmth as his large hand gently held yours.

Outside was surprisingly more stifling that the bus with the shitty air con that did very little to cool anyone. “Wow baby, you look good.” You looked up at Junhong who was taking in the sight of thighs being teased by a short skirt, trailing up to a very grabbable waist, your crop top fitting very nicely over your breasts. He blinked when he reached your face, eye brow arched and hip jutted out in attitude. “Done looking?”Junhong’s arm quickly wraps around you to pull you into him. He stares you down, licking his lips and whispers, “You’re barely wearing anything anyway, but... I really want to rip those clothes off of you.” Your eyes widen. Attitude fading into embarrassment and heat no long from the sun but from blood rushing to give your cheeks and ears a shade of hot red. You pull back quickly, shoving his chest and kicking his shin, “Perv!” You speedily walk around him, pissed that there was no breeze to cool your cheeks and that you felt your nether regions tighten as his words. 

Junhong chuckled, tilting his head to check out your arse swaying with your angry steps, your skirt inching a bit too high at times to reveal plump cheeks and ‘fuck no way is she wearing that underwear’. Junhong speedily made his way to you, his long legs allowing him to catch up with you in no time. You said nothing when he fell in step with you, staring straight ahead and hoping your cap shaded your still reddened cheeks. Junhong pouted, thinking you were mad. “baby~” He whined shaking his arms side to side, long limbs looking ridiculous. “Don’t be mad, you know what you do to me.” He pouted and brought out the puppy eyes, bending to get closer to your face. Your eyes widen, hand coming up to quickly push his face away and avoid him, scared he would see your flushed state. “It’s fine.” ‘Fuck, my throat feels dry.’

Junhong gave you a sceptical look. “It doesn’t seem like that to me... You still seem ma-” “ICE CREAM!” You blurt, wanting to avoid this painful conversation. Junhong stares at you, frowning slightly. “I’m hot so.. let’s get ice cream.” You take a hold of his hand, dragging him toward the ice cream parlour. ‘Maybe that will help to cool me down...’

There were quiet a few ice cream parlours in the centre, but you always preferred the ones outside, overlooking the river. You and Junhong entered the centre, relieved at the air conditioning fanning your skin; you still somehow felt hot though. Going up the escalator till you reached the forth floor, you headed toward the outer stores, walking till you reached the ice cream parlour. The inside was busy, no doubt people wanted to escape the heat. but outside had only a few people. 

“Hello and welcome to Kee-kreams. We are offering a 5% discount to people who sit outside, we know it’s hot, but we really appreciate your interest in our store.” A cute girl with chubby cheeks recited and you wondered how many times the poor thing had to repeat the line. Junhong told her that’s fine and the two of you followed her out onto the balcony. “Is this seat okay?” She asked leading you over to the far corner, a table by the tall glass to give you a view. You nodded enthusiastically. “Perfect.” “Great! here’s your menu, just press this when you’re ready to order.” You thanked her, taking a seat and looking out into the distance at the sun making the water glisten. 

“Shall we get something to share?” You turned to Junhong, having forgot his earlier comment and smile. “Sure!” Junhong had picked something tasty in no time and made the order shortly after. While you both waited, Junhong held your hand from across the table, absentmindedly stroking your knuckles as you both small talked. “Wait? So Himchan kissed Jongup? but he reckons it was an accident?” You say in disbelief. Junhong laughed, nodding his head furiously. “How can you accidentally kiss someone playing blind mice? He reckons he “Fell” on his lips.” You laugh, snorting to reply, “Please, Channie’s thirst for Uppie is too painfully blatant.”

“Orders up!” You both turn your head to the cheerful girl who seated you, hand detaching from Junhong’s as she places your shared dessert on the table. “Hope you enjoy!” You’re already licking your lips; mountains of ice cream, tons of chocolate sauce, wafers and cherries, what more could you want?

You were about to reach for the spoon, but Junhong grabbed both of them before you. He cheesily grinned. “Let me feed you baby!” You roll your eyes, “Really Junhong? Give me the spoon.” You try reaching, but his freakishly long arms pull back behind him. “C’mon shithead! I really want it so gimmeeeeee!” Now you were whining. Like a child. ‘Fucking Choi Junhong you’re rubbing off on me’  You huff. “Fine.”

And that’s how you eat for the next few minutes. Junhong swapping between feeding himself and feeding you. Him, purposely you’re sure, allowing cream to drip down the sides of your lips. “Ah!” You squeak in shock feeling ice cold substance fall to your chest. “Shit baby sorry.” Junhong says, rushing out of his seat to go next to you. Grabbing a tissue he begins to wipe your chest. “Ah,” He says with a concerned frown. “You’re going to be sticky now.” You gasp in absolute shock when Junhong nears his mouth to your chest and licks at the sticky spot, tongue lapping before his lips press to your skin. “Jun! What the fuck” He sits up, blinking innocently. “I think it’s okay now baby.

“Hmm I never knew the ice cream here was so good!” Your eyes squint in suspicion. You’ve both been here enough times and he sound’s way too happy right now. “Have some more.” His actions are so cute, you don’t have time to register the ice cream being swiped on your cheek. His tongue is burning hot against the ice cold treat and you feel yourself tense up. Again, he’s slowed your brain, made you into mush so when he dumps more ice cream - this time on your chin -you don’t have time to reprimand him then either. But, you also can’t help the little whimper that leaves your mouth when you feel how his tongue moves to lap at the cream.

“So good.”He groans when he licks at your neck this time. You look around, some people have left the outside, others having their backs to you give or take a couple of people and you can’t really see your table that well from the inside. Still, if someone saw... “Junhong.” Your voice is shaky; your firm and snarky voice barely stable a you feel Junhong place the cream lower, this time beneath your collarbones. His lips come to your ear. “Don’t think of stopping me baby. I saw those panties,” He giggled. Even in situation’s like these he was so casual about it, like it didn’t affect him, But the way he would rock into your body, you know it affected him. “You’re lucky I didn’t push you onto this table and fuck you baby. I was so tempted too, because I know how much you would scream and beg, God, I know how you would beg even if everyone could hear you. But, fortunately for you, I don’t want to be banned from this place, so we’re going to do this. Okay?” It wasn’t really a question and you didn’t dispute as he got more cream, splaying it over your chest to lap up. 

Junhong brought a hand up to roughly squeeze your clothed breast; hastily shoving his hand down your top to expose your breast. You whimpered, eyes looking around. Your cheeks were permanently stained red and you knew there was no chance that you would be able to cool down now. not when his tongue was steadily heating you from the inside out. You hiss when the cream is messily placed on your breast, trailing toward your stiffening nipple. Your knee hits the table when Junhong’s teeth bite your nipple and pull. “Fuck!” You try and shift more into Junhong’s face, feeling so exposed yet so turned on. Junhong sucks on your breast, hard and rough, his spit leaving you glistening. 

Junhong is usually patient; maybe it’s the heat, maybe it’s the delicious, maybe it’s those damn undies he know’s your wearing now, but his patience is gone. He can’t trail down your body anymore, he want’s his treat now. Your thighs are slapped apart and then he’s cupping your pussy, feeling how hot and wet you are. “I want to eat you out so bad baby. With that ice cream messily dripping down your wet pussy. I know you love my tongue too, don’t you baby?” His voice is strained, soft voice fading into a deep and needy tone that has you bucking against his hand. 

He rubs you quickly, your panties causing a lovely friction on your clit that has your legs spreading more. “How many time’s have I ruined you in these panties baby?” Your panting by now and can barely focus, your mind on alert, but your body begging for more. “Ruin me again.” You whimper. Your hand reaches for the cream, swiping and then looking Junhong in the eyes as you stick your fingers in your mouth, sucking hard. When you’ve released them from your mouth, you crash your lips to Junhong’s, a messy kiss that has teeth clashing and tongues bringing lewd noises, dribble messing the both of you.

You didn’t realise, but nearly scream in Junhong’s mouth when his hand shoves itself down your panties and find your hole, a finger quickly slipping in. “God, I swear you’re the devil.” Junhong says breathlessly, head in your hair as he works another finger into your wet pussy, clenching desperately around him. “I- umph, I could sa-ay the same...ooo.. about you” Your pussy is embarrassingly wet. Junhong’s fingers squelching in and out of you. Your thighs clamp around his fingers and your hip’s buck as your body is just about to fall on the edge. “Nope.” And the fingers are gone. 

“No,” You whine, even stamping your feet. “You can’t fucking, put it back now!” Junhong chuckles, tasting his fingers. “Lift that cute little butt baby.” Confused you do. Junhong shuffles till he’s manoeuvred himself beneath you. “Jun, no we will defin-” “The only way we’re going to be caught is if you can’t get your mouth shut. Hey, baby, eat the ice cream it’s melting.” His fingers dig into your hips when he rolls his crotch up onto your sensitive pussy. “Now.” He growls. With a shaky hand you reach for the spoon, but not before tucking your breast away. The waitress from earlier is showing some more people to tables outside and as you slide the spoon into your mouth, you make eye contact. You can see she’s a tad confused, I mean why would you be sitting on your boyfriend’s lap... But she smiles and turns away, just as Junhong has pulled himself out and is stroking his tip on your wetness. 

You stuff more ice cream in your mouth when you feel him dropping you slowly onto him. Your moans are muffled around the quickly melting cream and you feel like crying, frustrated both by him and by the fact that you can’t make a noise. “Wow! So you can keep quiet?” He teases, enjoying the way you shovel ice cream into your mouth. Once you’re settled on his dick, Junhong moves his hips, slow releases of pleasure working your body. You just want him to hurry, on edge that someone will see, but also wanting to finally cum. 

Junhong moves your hips a bit more roughly, trying to be discreet in your movements. Your dripping all over him and the noises your pussy makes as it swallows him as him groaning. His hand pushes your lower back till your slightly raised, leaning just enough on the table to look casual. “Just like that baby.” And then your crying around a spoon. His hips pistoned up into you, your arse cheeks rippling with the power of his thrusts. You try swallowing your cries, praying to God that no one can hear you from across the balcony. ‘Oh my God, can anyone from downstairs see you through the glass?’ “C’mon baby,” Junhong groans behind you and fuck, his voice is turning you on, “I can feel your little pussy wants to cum, so cum.” Your body spasms so much, that Junhong has to hold you to keep the attention of others turning to you. Your head lowers, thankful for your cap that can hopefully block the expression on your face as the pleasure slowly dies within you. 

Junhong pulls you off of him, settling your dazed self into a seat beside him as he finishes himself off into a napkin. “That’s disgusting.” You weakly say. He grins. “I’d rather cum in your mouth, but I think it would definitely look suspicious if you’re under the table huh baby?