masato-ohashi

[jessiesjaded]

No one's ever allowed to die around me again becuase it is simply too much paperwork.

[insanechayne]

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[xinganhao]

🌶️ svt 'booty call' texts.

anon → "SVT booty call texts, if that's okay?"

⌗ ┆🔞 contains suggestive/explicit language and imagery.

‧₊˚✩彡 includes: suggestive themes, use of pet names, situationship vibesss, sexual innuendos, [short] headcanons under the cut. open to requests!

🌶️ headcanons .ᐟ

seungcheol ♡ will make this booty call happen, come hell or high water. holds grudges if your plans fall through. cocky about being wrapped around your finger. "you make me feel so damn good, baby. can't help but keep coming back to ya."

jeonghan ♡ has the tendency to drop in without warning. loves it when you get annoyed and start bossing him around. more than willing to submit to you on your rendezvouses. "whatever you want— you'll have it, i swear."

joshua ♡ sweet, still, even in settings like this. enjoys the aftercare just as much (or even more) as he loves the sex. always makes sure you finish first. "let me take care of you, darling. i know i don't have to, but i want to."

junhui ♡ says he's only over to 'talk', but that will last for all of 15 minutes before he has you underneath him. smooth talker when he's trying to get what he wants. can get really in to dirty talk when the situation calls for it. "look at you— all wet after pretending not to want me. the body doesn't lie, sweets."

soonyoung ♡ a bit silly in his bids to get your attention. the most eager out of everyone when he's in bed with you. has the tendency to leave marks. "sorry, babe, but i don't know when i'm gonna get you again. gotta make sure you remember who you belong to, yeah?"

wonwoo ♡ acts cool and nonchalant but is also the first to crack when you're together. makes you do most of the work; always rewards you afterwards, though. likes watching your face as you ride him. "that's right, nice and slow. you can take all of me, can't you? good."

jihoon ♡ usually makes these calls when he's stressed out from work. would be happy to just have you in his lap as he tries to get things done. takes a lot of pride in how his fingers drive you crazy. "you have to stop squirming, or else i'm going to have to take my hand away."

mingyu ♡ thirst traps to get your attention. the perfect definition of someone who can dish it out but can't take it: loves teasing you, but is sooner to be on his knees asking for you to give him a shot. will take you anywhere, any time; it thrills him more than he cares to admit. "gotta be quiet, princess— can't have 'em knowing you're being fucked dumb right now—"

seokmin ♡ may seem cutesy, but don't be fooled. will take you on every surface of your apartment, given the chance. always asks if he can film parts of your exploits for 'personal use'. "you don't mind; do you, love? just want something to look back on when i'm away from you."

minghao ♡ just the right amount of cocky that it's an endearing type of confidence. gives as much as he takes. more focused on 'love-making' than anything hurried or rough. "i'm taking my time with you, because i'm having you again, and again, and again tonight—"

seungkwan ♡ most likely to actually have some nice conversation/a little sort of date with you before making a move. willing to try practically anything at least once. worships you. "god, but you're so perfect. you're everything. please, let me have you. please."

vernon ♡ isn't really the pick-up line type, so he's very straightforward about anything he wants. loves foreplay so much that it's kind of ridiculous. has a thing about the two of you finishing at the same time. "ah, i'm close— are you, too? can you—? can we—?"

chan ♡ doesn't like letting on how badly he needs you, but he does. insane stamina, so he'll keep on going until you're begging him to stop. likes taking the lead and ordering you around. "keep your eyes on me, baby. and no finishing until i tell you to. can you do that? perfect."

[bookshelf-dust]

kiss it better

steve harrington x fem!reader

word count: 3,176

warnings: swearing, sick fic (sorta), steve not taking care of himself, anxiety, stress, mental breakdown?, best friends to lovers deal (let me know if i missed something)

a/n: hi! it’s been awhile. i’m sorry about that. this has been a very slow process for me. my mental health is shit, and that’s probably obvious. i hope it hasn’t seeped into this too much, but it probably will with the next few things i write. i apologize for taking so long to post, for disappearing, for not really making this the blog it once was. but i’m not the same person i was then. so we’ll see where this goes. i hope you enjoy this one a little. i love you.

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The shrill sound of a phone ringing scares you awake, eyes flying open, heart pounding so aggressively you fear for a split second that it might burst. 

You sit up quickly, enough so that you make yourself dizzy trying to get your bearings. You roll onto your side, and reach blindly across the edge of your nightstand, grabbing for the green plastic that’s shaking with the force of which it’s ringing. 

You almost fall out of bed, just managing to catch yourself as you bring the phone to your ear. 

“Hello?”

Your voice comes out weak, thick with sleep and the longing for more rest. It startles you and makes you clear your throat. 

“Hey, it’s me.”

The voice on the other line is even weaker than your own. It’s quiet.

“Steve?”

Your eyes find the alarm clock on your dresser, bright red letters telling you it’s just after one in the morning. You might be half-asleep, but you’re conscious enough that your heart rate picks up, registering that this isn’t when your best friend normally calls. 

You hear him breathe, along with some shuffling. He’s nodding his head, but realizes you can’t see. 

“Yeah. Listen,” he drags a shaking hand down his face. “I’m sorry to call so late.”

“Hey, it’s okay. What’s the matter? Is something wrong?”

He goes quiet for a moment, but you wait patiently for him to continue. He must be trying to get something out, and you don’t want to pressure him, or cause him stress in any way. 

Steve huffs, frustrated with himself. 

“I-I’ve got an insane headache, and we’re out of goddamn medicine. My parents were here, and my mom was hungover and I guess she must’ve emptied us out, but it hurts too bad to drive, and…” He trails off, breathing heavily. 

His pause lends you a moment to process, and you decide to speak up. If his head is killing him, you know finding the energy to speak to you, let alone call, has to be draining. You wouldn’t want him to suffer anymore than he already is. 

“Stevie?” you start, happy to hear a small hum that encourages you to go on. He registers what you’ve called him, something you don’t call him often, and his chest aches. “I’ve got some I can bring you. I think all the drugstores nearby are closed.” 

You swing your legs out from under the covers, pushing yourself off the mattress. Pressing the phone between your cheek and shoulder, you pull on the pair of sweats slung over the end of your bed, trying not to bust your ass as you hop into them. 

“Is anything else hurting you?” you ask, gently as can be. 

“Honestly?” he responds. “I think I’m sick. I can’t be sick, can I?”

You stand upright once again, taking the phone firmly in your hand. 

“I think even King Steve can get sick from time to time. I’ll be there soon, okay?”

————

Steve’s not sure you understand him. He can’t be sick. He’s got shit to do. He has a shift tomorrow, and he’s pretty sure Dustin needs a ride one day this week because Claudia is on a “girls trip.” He has to keep working on his college essay, because he’d told you he was almost done, but really he isn’t. 

Steve doesn’t have the time to be sick. And he can’t have you ruining your own schedule to come and babysit him. He’s supposed to be the babysitter. Not the charge. 

He should be able to take care of himself, but of course, the one time his parents come home they clean out his mediocre supply of medicine. Something he’s always stocked up on, given his tendency to get the shit beat out of him, or the nasty string of tension headaches that just won’t quit. 

And his head is killing him. He has his palms pressed to his temples, trying (and failing) to dull the ache. There aren’t any lights on in the kitchen, where he’s sitting on the floor, back pressed to the cabinets. 

He’s trying not to move too much either, because he’s dizzy. This probably has to do with the fact that he skipped dinner, feeling too nauseous to eat. Now that Steve is hungry, he fears he won’t be able to get up and fix anything. 

Maybe you’ll be able to help, he thinks. But that voice is quick with a counter argument. No. I need to do it. 

He perks up at the sound of the front door opening. “Steve?” you call out, careful not to slam the door or yell too loud. It’s also why you hadn’t rung the doorbell. 

Steve raps his knuckles softly against the countertop, hoping it’ll be enough to clue you in. He can’t bring himself to shout right now. You follow the sound, taking the few steps toward the kitchen. 

When your eyes lock on his figure, see the way the heels of his hands press into his eyes, you realize how young he looks. He almost looks small, legs pulled up to his chest, big, lanky body compacted as much as possible. He looks vulnerable. You’re sure he hates that. 

“Hi, Steve,” you say, keeping your voice low. 

He looks up at you, and his face splits into a sweet grin. He’s happy that you’re here, even if that voice is screaming at him, wanting to punish him for asking for help. 

“Hey, honey.” You smile back at him, and his heart rate picks up. Sometimes he forgets how beautiful you are, and then you’re standing in front of him, snatching every last breath from his lungs. 

You set your bag down beside him and reach out, brushing his hair back from his forehead. He feels a little warm, but not feverishly so. 

You move away from him, grabbing a cup from the drying rack. You fill it up with water and crouch at his side. Steve takes the glass from you, head resting against the cabinet to watch as you grab him some medicine. You hand him a few pills, and he takes them quickly. If he doesn’t get this headache calmed down soon, he thinks he might just die. 

Steve keeps drinking the water you gave him, and you push his hair back again, watching the way it curls around his ears. 

He drinks about half of the water before he pauses, taking a deep breath. He looks at you then. It’s mostly dark in the kitchen, but the lamp on the table by the front door is on, so you’re a little backlit from it. Not to mention the moonlight seeping in from the window above the sink.

You look gorgeous. And you came over to take care of him. You got up, at one in the morning, and drove to his house, just because he asked you to. Hell, he hadn’t even asked. He hadn’t gotten the words out. But you’d known. You’d known exactly what he was trying to ask, and you’d offered your help with no qualms. 

Steve’s nose starts to sting, and that pressure from behind his eyes—it starts to release. Before he knows it, his vision is getting cloudy, and he’s crying. He can’t be crying, can he? 

You carefully remove the glass from his hand and move in between his spread knees. 

“Steve, it’s okay. I’m here, and I’m gonna take top notch care of you.” 

“I know you are,” he says, voice breaking. “But I should be able to do it myself. I always do it myself.” He presses his hands against his face, but you catch his wrists and gently pull them away. 

You hold your arms out, and Steve practically falls into you. He buries his face in your neck. He can feel the warmth of your skin, the cotton of your sleep shirt. You smell like soap, that fancy conditioner you use. 

One of your hands finds the base of his neck, nails scratching gently over his scalp, thumb dragging over the top of his spine. Your other rubs soothingly up and down his back. 

“But the thing is, Stevie, you don’t have to.” 

He’s not a loud crier. But he is sort of panicky, breaths coming quick and short, chest heaving against your own. “I know you’ve always had to do a lot by yourself, but you can ask for help, and you don’t have to punish yourself for it, either.”

You feel him nod against your collarbone. His hands are fisting the back of your shirt. Eventually, he pulls away, but keeps his eyes closed. He tries to keep his head turned from your gaze. 

“Hey. Look at me.”

He does, albeit reluctantly. Steve’s cheeks are flushed, lashes clumped together and lips parted where he tries to suck in a good deep breath. 

You reach up, fingers gently sweeping away the remainder of the tears on his face. He leans into your touch, and you let him. You lean forward and press a sweet kiss to his forehead. You’ve never done that before.

Steve recognizes that you’ve never done it before, even if it’s sort of fuzzy. Sure, he’s kissed the back of your hand and you’ve reciprocated, but he’s usually the one to initiate physical affection. You’re too shy most often, even if you ache to do it. 

Fuck, he wishes he were a little more coherent right now. 

“Can you stand for me? It’s late, and I think you need to rest.”

He runs a hand through his hair. “Yeah, sure.” Now that he’s thinking about it, getting in bed sounds so nice. 

You stand first, and watch as Steve pushes off the floor, gripping the countertop on the way up to steady himself. 

“Come on. The stairs are gonna be a pain.”

He reaches out for you, and you let him take your arm. He pads out to the staircase, and you watch each precarious step he takes, hoping he won’t get too woozy and trip. 

By the time he finally makes it up there, he’s wrapped both arms around your waist and buried his face between your shoulder blades. You soften beneath his hold. 

You walk slowly towards his bedroom, and he waddles behind you. You push the door open. “M’kay, Steve. Wanna change clothes and hop into bed?” 

He pulls off of you and grabs hold of his dresser. “I’m not givin’ you a free show.”

You snort. “I’ll go get some more water and be right back.”

His grin fades. “Please be fast.” He doesn’t want you to go. He doesn’t want you to leave him. 

“Steve, I’m practically The Flash.”

He laughs, pulling a pair of sweats and a t-shirt out of the drawer. Usually he’d sleep in less, but with you here he feels he should keep his modesty.

When you return, he takes the water from you, drinking it faster than he probably should. Steve feels like he’s had the shit beat out of him, and for once—he hasn’t. 

You’d sat down on the edge of the bed, not noticing the way he’s staring at you. You look up when he sets the glass down. He drags both hands down his face. 

“What’s wrong?” you ask.

He exhales. “I want you to stay here with me, but I don’t want you to get sick. The idea of you being on the couch, which is like, miles away, is driving me insane.”

“Steve?”

“Huh?”

“Can’t I just sleep on the futon?”

His eyes move towards the other side of his room where said piece of furniture is pressed against the wall. He’d bought it when group sleepovers became a thing after all they’d dealt with. Jesus, his brain really isn’t working. 

“Oh. Yeah, honey. Just don’t want you to go far.” 

You lean forward and push his hair back from his forehead. You’ll need to remember to take his temperature come morning.

“I’m not going anywhere, Steve. I promise. Not until you’re all better.”

————

When Steve wakes up, you’re not there. He starts to panic, thinking maybe he’d been too much, maybe he’d shown you a side of himself he shouldn’t have, that maybe you left. 

But you return to his room just as he’s about to start looking for you. There’s a thermometer in your hand. 

“Morning, sleepy boy. Are you coherent enough for me to check your temperature? Or no?”

He yanks the covers off of himself, and his shirt has ridden up. You catch a sliver of tummy before he sits up fully, and you miss it the second it’s gone. 

“Hit me, I can take it.”

You roll your eyes but stick the thermometer under his tongue when he opens his mouth. When you pull it away, you’re happy to see he hasn’t got a fever. He was warm last night when you kissed his forehead, but you’re thinking it was from stress or just overheating. 

“No fever. What’s buggin’ you today, Stevie?”

He flops onto his back, and his shirt rides up again. You mentally slap yourself for being so enamored by it. All your brain can compute is tummy. Steve’s tummy. “My head still, and my stomach. I feel like I haven’t slept in four years.”

His words snap you out of your reverie. “Four years? That’s incredible. When’s the last time you ate something?”

Steve stares at you for a moment, though it looks as if there isn’t a single thought behind his eyes. “Yesterday…morning. I think. Yeah, I had a banana.”

You stare back, rather appalled at his statement. “Steve.”

“Hm?”

“All you’ve had to eat in the past twenty four hours is a banana?”

“Yep.”

“Jesus christ. Get your ass up and come with me.”

Steve doesn’t move. Rather he watches you move, right out the door and towards the top of the stairs. You pause and turn around, crossing your arms. 

He huffs. And then he slides down the side of the bed like a child before crawling up and following you to the kitchen. 

Over the course of the next few hours, you manage to get Steve to eat, shower, and go for a short walk, weather permitting and all. He’s looking astronomically better than he did last night. 

Steve sits opposite you on the couch, his socked feet in your lap. “What do you think my deal is?”

You rub your hand over his calf. “I think you just had a little bug. Or maybe you let yourself get too stressed out and your body couldn’t take it.”

He blinks. “Is that…that's not a thing? Is it?”

“When’s the last time you gave yourself a fuckin’ break, Steve? When you just took a day for yourself rather than worrying about who needs to go where, or if you’ll have to cover a shift? You have to take care of yourself, or this is the kind of shit that happens.”

“Being overwhelmed about your parents, not eating, worrying about that application, all of that is fucking with you. That headache was probably a stress headache. They’re killer. I want you to be healthy and comfortable, Steve.”

You exhale, and close your eyes. When you open them, Steve has sat up, scooting towards you on your end of the couch. 

He might still be tired, but he can’t believe this. He can’t believe you. No one has ever worried for him in this way. 

“Why are you looking at me like that?” you ask. 

He barely even registers your words, too busy memorizing every line on your face. You look so fucking beautiful. It almost makes him angry. 

“I’m thinkin’ about how bad I want to kiss you.”

Your face starts to burn. You shove his shoulder. He looks at the place where you’d pushed, quirking a brow, but grinning nonetheless.

“What?”

“Steve, you can’t say shit like that.”

“How come?”

“Because we’re friends.”

“Best friends.”

“Well yeah, but best friends don’t say that to one another.”

His grin widens. He looks more awake than he has this entire time. 

“Oh, but you haven’t said it.”

You blink. “Huh?”

Steve gets his voice up that little bit higher, doing a cheap imitation of you. “‘Best friends don’t say that to one another.’ Now, correct me if I’m wrong, but that implies you want a kiss too, doesn’t it?”

You drag your hands down your face and flop back against the arm of the couch. 

“So you gonna say it, or what?” He’s shifted, and you can feel him hovering over you, but you refuse to move your hands. 

“Of course I’m thinking about kissing you, Steve.” You suck in a breath and open your eyes, locking with his own. “But you’ve got cooties.”

Steve rolls his eyes before he backs up and yanks on your ankle so that you’re flat against the couch. 

“You did not just lecture me about self-care just to tell me I have cooties. I didn’t even have a fever.” 

“I didn’t even have a fever,” you mock, lowering your voice in what is quite possibly the worst impression of him you could do.

He’s quick about it. Almost stealthy, not that you’d ever boost his ego by telling him so. But his fingers are reaching for your sides, the tips dancing over your shirt, that tiny sliver of hip showing where it’s ridden up. 

Steve is practically drunk off of your laugh. It’s the sweetest sound he’s ever heard, and when he goes for your neck, when you tilt your head and trap his fingers between your cheek and shoulder, he thinks he could die. 

You and your laugh. The fact that you drove over at one in the fucking morning, without even thinking about it, just because you care. That you stayed the night, listened to his pitiful thoughts, took care of him…it’s too much. 

Never in his life did he think he’d find someone like you. Someone who makes him feel like he matters. You’d made him realize how smart he is, how capable. That he could do things for himself and not just to please his dickhead father. 

You have made him whole. 

He lets up when you start breathing extra heavily, only to tickle the underside of your foot before he quits, just to piss you off. You kick him in the side. 

“I think a kiss from my very favorite person might be the best form of self-care there is, honey.”

You sit up. “Wow. King Steve really never died.” He raises his hands like he might tickle you again, but you catch them before he can do any damage. “Okay, sorry!” 

Before he can register it, you’ve leaned in and pressed your lips to his. When he does realize, he lets out a surprised hum, and you can feel that smartass smirk forming on his face. 

When you pull away, he whines. 

“All better?”

Steve falls back against the couch, pulling you with him just to get that laugh out of you again. 

“I’m healed.”

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please let me know if you liked this! feedback is always appreciated!! comments and reblogs mean more than you know. <33

[yuyinesque]

WOMANEATER | “𝗒-𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌𝖾 𝗁-𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗆𝖾𝗋𝖼𝗒…”

⚘ précis. ≡ you're a therapist in a psyche ward, and your new patient isn't one you're particularly experienced with.

⚘ disclaimers. ≡ yandere!incel & psyche ward!therapist y/n, afab!reader (no fem-aligned prns used), physical violence, compulsive masturbation, hypersexuality, misogyny & women-blaming, usage of “bitch”, mentions of post-traumatic stress disorder (ptsd); obsessive behavior; delusion (secondary erotomania); age regressing; & urine, manipulation (guilt-tripping & gaslighting), mentions of suicide & self harm, implied rape fantasies & perversion.

⚘ category. ≡ nsft headcanons.

⚘ wc. ≡ 781.

𖦥 m.list. oc.list

🧷 yandere!incel who is a scrub-wearing individual who wears stoic expressions like they’re permanent masks, though at times the said mask tends to falter vastly when he’s around any woman; even fem-presenting figures drives him an inch deeper towards insanity. he’s picked numerous fights with women and only women, even when they’ve done nothing but walked past him. the fights were always prompted by truculence and defense, as for he would disclose evident signs that he was terrified of said woman, completely convinced that they were after him in some sort of ill manner, so he strikes before they even get the chance to blink. because of this, he’s been isolated away from female figures, and only male characters were capable of catering to him, as he was indifferent towards them. well, every male but you, a female.

🧷 yandere!incel who is quite the handful for inexperienced, psyche ward!therapist darling, as for they haven’t dealt with a patient with such a high caliber of disorders; their worst case so far was a suicidal woman who was diagnosed with type one bipolar. one session with the individual was enough to question your overall abilities. i mean, he despised you. at least that’s what you believed.

🧷 yandere!incel who is tired of you cheating on him with other patients! this is why he’s so angry towards you specifically, but he won’t say. however, he’s also completely infatuated with you; have i also mentioned completely horrified with you? you’ve noticed each time you would change your tone slightly, he would convert into a fretful mouse, apologizing incessantly as tears glossed his dark, beady eyes, also slipping up by referring to you as “mother” in a small, infantile voice. you concluded it was because you reminded him of such, and she was primarily the reason why he feared and hated women so much. motherly abuse.

🧷 yandere!incel who would have his calmer days since he was genuinely interested in his spouse. he’s never had a woman so madly in love with him, so it not only fed his ego, but causes his dick to swell with cum each time you evinced signs that confirmed you were oso desperate for his attention. with the way you sit up when you walk in, reassure him that everything will be fine, or even going out of your way to smile in such a lecherous manner. it angered him, especially when he begins groping his hardened crotch in front of you and complaining about you and your whorish antics. you would ignore him in response or threaten to cut the meeting short, which prompts a loud, slur-screaming, victim-blaming outburst in response.

🧷 “you’re such a bitch, you hear me?! a bitch! and a bitch li-like you shouldn’t even be alive! luring me, t-teasing me—all women are just a bunch of fffffucking sluts!!”

🧷 yandere!incel who also showed signs of hypersexuality and exhibitionism. he was a chronic masturbator, pleasuring himself to the most horrific things with your face in mind. just the thought of keeping you in your place by forcing you to perform taboo acts on the receptionist desk as everyone watched rotted his mind.

🧷 yandere!incel who would try to convince you that he doesn’t hate you only to voice his hatred towards you the next week. then he’d not only do that, but then claim that he’s never done such with tears in his eyes, finding your scoldings utterly unnecessary and so mean. there was even a time where you lost your patience and raised your voice at him, immediately causing him to not only an apologetic rant, but to begin pissing himself in the chair he was trembling and sobbing on, the strong scent of ammonia filling the room during the process.

🧷 yandere!incel who needed your touch or he’ll perform said disgraceful acts. there was a day where he pleaded for just a hug from you if he was good the whole week. once you confirmed it, he did just that. no fights, no arguments, nothing. he even apologized for freezing up and screaming at the poor, feminine soul that walked near him. you knew it was against the rules to be this affectionate towards patients, but you couldn’t break a promise. and so, you did—hugged him. awkwardly, even. he was rather short, so his face was buried within your chest, and the boner pressed against your thigh only made you feel nauseous, but not as nauseous as his next, ominous set of words.

🧷 “y-you better hope these h-hands hold mercy on your.. body once i luh-latch them onto you…”

yuyinesque | translate with permission & peruse without theft

[hyunebunx]

Wow I’m stupid I pressed send way too fast 🩵 with Lee Know??

˖˙ ᰋ ── 🩵 - kissing in the rain with Minho

﹙ʚɞ˚﹚. genre: a teeny tiny amount of angst but it has a happy ending

﹙ʚɞ˚﹚. a/n: thank you sm for requesting!!! <3 i had soo many ways of writing this in my head that i struggled lol. i really hope you like what i came up with. it's loosely (very) based on the rain scene in pride and prejudice so enjoy!! <33

Arguments were not a usual occurrence in your relationship. Most of the time you managed to settle any disagreement before it could escalate to such heights, the perfectly communicating couple all of your friends couldn’t help but feel a little envious of.

Now was not one of those times; your stress and emotions were getting the best of both you and Minho in the most unpleasant way. You hated arguing with him, getting angry and unable to see the other’s point of view, clouded by the desire to be right and make each other understand where you were coming from.

“You don’t get it.” Minho shakes his head with a sigh, forearms resting on the wheel as the rain poured outside your safe haven, hitting the windshield at an alarming pace and preventing you from seeing anything, even with the headlights on.

“Explain it to me, then!” You bite back, body facing his in the heated passenger seat that was keeping you warm and cozy despite the chill outside. Even when arguing you could admit Minho was the most considerate person alive – you didn’t ask him to turn on the heat, he must have done it when he noticed you trembling like a leaf after getting in.

He surprised you after work, dropping by and driving directly to one of your favorite restaurants just in time for dinner and a well deserved date night. Everything was perfect, the location, the food, and especially the company, laughing and having a great time with the love of your life.

Until things turned sour on your drive home, and what started as a silly disagreement turned into a full-on argument about something you didn’t find significant enough even to remember.

“That’s what I’ve been doing for the past ten minutes but it seems you don’t want to listen!”

You’ve been walking (or driving) in circles, with him getting frustrated and you following right on his tail until the car came to a stop right in front of your apartment building.

It’s not like you didn’t want to listen or care to hear him out, it’s just that Minho seemed to make something out of nothing, insisting and pushing forth the same idea like you were nothing more than a child who lacked basic comprehension. It was frustrating and exhausting, especially after the long day you’ve had.

“Min, I’ve been listening.” You try to smooth things over, warm hand landing on his thigh comfortingly. “Just because I’m not giving you the answers you want doesn’t mean I’m not hearing you.”

Minho remains silent, head turned the other way to stare out the window and not acknowledge your presence. When the silence stretches on, you give up with a sigh and retract your hand, reaching for your purse in the backseat and opening the car door in the same breath.

“What are you – “ You close it right before he can finish the sentence, set on getting inside with or without him to finally take the bubble bath you’ve been daydreaming about all day at work.

“Kitten!” His voice follows a moment later, the sound of the car door slamming louder than him amongst the deafening rain. “Y/n!”

Despite yourself and the insanity of spending even one more minute in this storm, you stop and allow him to catch up, not protesting as his warm hands land on your shoulders and turn you around almost desperately.

“Where are you going? We are not done talking.” He states, dark hair and clothes getting soaked at an alarming pace as the rain spares neither of you.

“But I am!” You exhale, the chill settling into your bones. “We won’t reach an agreement like this so let’s just stop!”

His eyes widen as he pulls you closer, chest to chest, figures illuminated by the bright headlights almost blinding. “Baby, wait – “

“I hate fighting with you, Min.” Without meaning to, you interrupt him once again, reaching up to cup his face and drag him closer. “I’m sorry, okay? We can talk this over calmly inside after we cool down. Just not like this, please, I can’t do it anymore.”

He nods instantly, agreeing without a doubt and most likely seeing his faults too, and not only yours. Then, when you expect him to let go and finally follow you in, Minho surprises you the second time tonight by leaning over and connecting your lips in a kiss full of passion and love, reminding you once again that the heart in his chest beats first and foremost for you. His upper limbs cling to your body just like your clothes, hugging you tightly while your hands squeeze his face affectionately, a smile sneaking past and pulling one from him as well, on the verge of beaming into the kiss.

The rain seems to disappear, the cold too, like you weren’t bothered by either in the first place. Minho has that effect on you, helping you see the good in every situation. Sure, the location was not ideal – nothing could be less romantic than a barely lit parking lot – but as always, the company mattered more. And the message he was trying to send. When words failed you, actions worked better, speaking louder and getting your point across without much effort.

Sure, the argument wasn’t resolved but you both managed to make the other understand what mattered the most. You might be disagreeing now, momentarily stuck in a small pothole along the way, but you still loved each other, you would get over it and be okay in the end.

Because that’s what true love meant. Getting through things together and continuing to walk down your joined paths, hand in hand, no matter how many potholes or rough patches you encounter. A small setback won’t ever erase your feelings for each other, or make you forget all the beautiful moments you’ve shared.

And maybe, just maybe, a kiss was all you needed to finally understand Minho’s point when you sat down and resolved things that night. He, on the other hand, needed a few more to be satisfied.

[cranberryjuice-posts]

a Clarisse la rue x reader where the reader is blind? it seems good? I just like your writing so I accept any plot you make on top of it

YIPEE‼️‼️

Love is driving me a bit insane

Pairings - Clarisse La Rue x Fem! Child of Aphrodite! Blind! Reader

An - You not the shit bitch You not even the fart‼️‼️‼️

Clarisse knew she had liked you more than a friend since the first time you Met. Ok sure she’ll admit at first she though you were weak for the simple fact you were blind- normally you wore a pair of feminine Prada sunglasses which complimented your skin tone and hair unnaturally well, aswell as adding a sense of beauty to your appearance. which was why it wasn’t a shock when you were claimed my Aphrodite.

Your cabin had been placed on her team for capture the flag. Clarisse at first was annoyed with this since she didn’t know where to place you however after you proved your strengths with your siren like charm speak she fell in love. That and the fact silenas constant battering for her to admit her feelings may or may not of helped

—

Since then clarisse had made it her mission to be around you as much as she could. You enjoyed the attention of the daughter of ares which ended with you two becoming close.

You noticed Alot of things, like how you noticed how strong the bond-fire was in-front of you.. You also noticed when you were close to clarisse, how fidgety she got it was especially noticeable how quiet she got.. you found it cute.

You faced towards clarisse reaching your hand out to grab her arm. The daughter of ares jumped. “Yes what do you need” she almost to quickly responded. You gave a small laugh. “I want some water, if you don’t mind” you flirted.

Clarisse immediately  stood up running off to get you a drink. You laughed to yourself as you heard her yell at different kids stressing about something simple like a water.

People thought they were sly and you were dumb, that just because you couldn’t see somehow that also meant you couldn’t hear.

“She’s a freak i mean have you seen her charm speak— it’s like a monster”

“I bet clarisse just hangs out with her out of pitty”

“Oh definitely she probably only wears those sunglasses because she has ugly eyes, I wonder why Aphrodite even claimed her”

“I know i wouldn’t of”

You gripped your walking stick with anger trying to calm down. “Ok I found a Fiji water from one of your sisters but I also have sparkling thanks to the Hermes cabin and oh! There’s also a—“

“I want to go back to my cabin” You harshly spoke trying to keep the tears at bay. Clarisse set the waters down before crouching infront of you, she touched you knee softly rubbing it. You could feel her harsh stare trying to figure out what was wrong. “Now please” You whispered.

“Yeah.. Yeah ok” she responded.. once back at the cabin you found your way to a bed you assumed was yours before lying down. You hated how people assumed shit about you just because you were blind, at least try to be creative about the insults.

———

The following day went as planned. You went to the straw berry feilds and picked some of the fruit, read some with a few brail books gifted to you by Chiron and walking around camp enjoying yourself.

Clarisse soon found you sitting on a bench laughing with your sister silena. The brighter girl looked over and mouthed a ‘ask her out’ to clarisse. She laughed at the girls embarrassed reaction before leaving.

“Silena?” You asked while tapping your index on the table an old nervous habit.

“No no it’s me” clarisse spoke up, she was flustered in the fact that silena had dipped on you two. You smiled once you realized who it was. “It’s my favorite daughter of ares huh”

“Oh you have favorites now?”

“Yeah but make-sure not to tell anyone else” you chuckled with the other girl.

Clasisse noticed immediately, the way your shoulders hanged and the sense of insecurity in your voice. “You ok?” She asked leaning over on the table while gently touching your hand.

You dismissed her by nodding. “Yeah im Fine don’t worry about it”

the daughter of ares however didn’t buy it. “Liar”

“Narcissistic”

Your little back and forth game was one you both enjoyed.. you sighed and took off your glasses allowing clarisse to see your rare eyes, they shined like pearls in the sunlight. “Some girls I heard.. they were saying some uh fucked ip shit about me” You started while fiddling with your hands. “But uh they said that you only hangout with me out of pity..Is that true”

While you would of never knew you had made eyecontact with the woman infront of you. Clarisse grabbed your hands unexpectedly which made you jump slightly.

“Your a fucking dumbass if you think that’s true” she scoffed, Clarisse brought your hand to her lips before softly kissing your knuckles. “Everytime I talk to you it’s like Cupid is messing with me, you should of told me what those girls were saying and I would of defended you”

You had to take a minute before softly laughing with a flustered face. “Clarisse? Are you confessing to me right now”

Clarisse reached forward tucking a stray of your hair away “I guess I am” she mumbled.

“Guess I should to hm?”

You trailed your hands from the girls palms up her arms and to her shoulders, you placed your arms around her neck before leaning in to kiss her.

Clarisse while shocked kissed back, she was embarrassed as being new to the whole love thing — her kissing skills being evident of that.

Once you two had eventually pulled away but kept your faces close you were able to finally hear silena who was now cheering in the background.. and was that Charlie.

“OH my gods silena!” Clarisse yelled.

“Really?” You questioned sarcastically. Your sister from what you could tell just continued to laugh.

You faced back to clarisse and shook your head. “Just ignore her” You softly spoke before kissing her again

Feminism‼️‼️

[loluzzz]

Dad Bestfriend Hiromi Higuruma Headcannons

A/N : first time writing + it’s 12am. hopefully u enjoy and if not lmk what i can do better :p

Dad’s Bestfriend Hiromi who always likes to check in on you to make sure you’re okay. He’s always there to listen whenever you need to talk. Sometimes you ramble for hours and when you try to apologize he responds with “It’s okay honey. That’s what I’m here for.”

Dads Bestfriend Hiromi who always seems recharged once he’s around you. In a way you were both similar since you were both stressed out all the time. Having each other to lean back on has help create such a strong relationship between you two.

Dad’s Bestfriend Hiromi who always teases you about your looks and how gorgeous you are.

- “Look at you pretty girl”

- “I bet all the boys at uni are just all over you”

- “You look stunning”

Dad’s Bestfriend Hiromi who gets slightly jealous whenever you mention a boys name around him. He plays it cool but will begin to ask questions. What are they like? Do they work? Are they a good influence? You always dismissed her concerns as just being protective over his bestfriend’s little girl.

Dad’s Bestfriend Hiromi who’s more attentive to your needs than your actual father. Need a shoulder to cry on? He’s there. Struggling in a class? Hiromi is willing to tutor you for free. Need a ride? doesn’t matter how far, he’ll be there.

Dad’s Bestfriend Hiromi who enjoys spoiling you. Whether it’s for a special occasion such as your birthday or something as small as aceing exam, he’ll make sure to gift you something. Whether it was something small like your favorite flowers or even grand gesture such as expensive jewelry.

!!! NSFW AFTER THE CUT !!!

Dad’s Bestfriend Hiromi who is awfully playful around you as a way to get you to touch him. He’ll sometimes snatch for your phone, book or drink away from you in an attempt for you to climb on his body to retrieve it back. The way your small hands grabbed his big arms or the way you’d occasionally sit on top of him in order to grab your stuff back turned him on.

Dad’s Bestfriend Hiromi who likes to have you grind on his lap whenever your parents weren’t around. Helping you both relieve some sexual tension between you guys. You desperately rub your panties against his bulge on his black slacks. He grins onto your hips making sure to keep you balanced on top of him.

“Keep going. You’re so needy today pretty girl…” He whispered softly into your ear.

Dad’s Bestfriend Hiromi whose love language is physical touch. He would sometime sneak in a few touches on your body. Rubbing and holding your inner thigh as he drives you home after he offers to pick you up from uni for your dad. It was just an excuse to have some alone time with you. Some days he tries to go further and rubs your clothed pussy under your skirt. He makes sure to ask before her moved them to the side to finger you. All while he’s still driving you home, making sure you get home safely.

Dad’s Bestfriend Hiromi who would enjoy edging himself to your pictures. He made a secret account just to stalk your instagram. All those seemingly innocent pictures of you, after the gym stories, and simple selfies of your face drove him insane. Just thinking what your moans would sound like. He rubs his bulge through his boxers while looking at a full body picture of you.

“Mmmm~ Just one chance y/n please~ Mmph~ Just let me cum inside youuu~”

“So desperate h-huh pretty girl? Fuck- mmmm~”

“Bet you’re so tight and warm. Just squeezing my cock~”

“Such a perfect little body~ mmm~”

Dad’s Bestfriend Hiromi who finally gets the chance to sleep with you makes sure not to mess up. He’s entirely focused on your pleasure before his. Making sure to flick his tongue all around your wet pussy. Eating you out just the way you like while his nose tickles your clit. You could tell he enjoyed this just as much as you did. You could cum from this alone. He was so gentle with you, making sure not to be too rough or mean to your body.

Dad’s Bestfriend Hiromi whimpering mess once he finally inserts his veiny cock inside you making such lewd noises each thrust. While in missionary, he holds onto your waist but makes sure not to grab you too rough. The tip of his cock just kissing your cervix.

“Just as how I imagined~”

“Mmm~ You feel so good~ It feels good for you to right my pretty girl~?”

“Yes baby~ Just wrap yourself around my cock~”

Dad’s Bestfriend Hiromi who makes sure to cum deep inside you, not letting a drop escape from your puffy cunt. He hugged you tight once you both finish.

Dad’s Bestfriend Hiromi who makes sure to hold onto you tightly as apart of aftercare.

“You did so well baby~”

“Such a pretty girl. You’re okay. Rest on me okay?”

“I’m here for you baby. Want me to rub your little body? You must be so sore.”

He always prioritizes your wellbeing over his. He continues to comfort you and hold you until you fall asleep. That’s when he finally falls asleep after you. Still holding you close to his chest.

[pablitogavii]

Jealous reader?

No need to worry, I'm yours

She kept touching him ... and here I was sitting in the car watching it all happen right in front of my eyes.

I knew it would be hard dating someone with so many girl fans who wanted all of his attention all the time. It was the fact that Pablo gave them the bare minimum and always fully focused on me.

Today I had a bad day so seeing this was the breaking point and we fought inside our hotel room. I flew with him for his away game and all I wanted was more of his attention meanwhile he was very stressed and didn't know what he did to cause my cold behavior.

"I'll take you to dinner later ..." he said after packing for his training session but I didn't reply keep 'reading' my book in bed.

"She's driving me insane with these silent treatments, hermano!" Gavi was talking to Fermin while they waled together clearly not in the mood for anything right now.

"It's girls, their way to show us something is wrong ..." Fermin answered tapping Pablo's shoulder in reassurance.

"I don't know what is wrong! Why can't she just tell me? I did nothing freaking wrong!" Gavi said tossing his bag on the rack and starting to get ready.

I was in the shower when Pablo came back having my dress already chosen on the bed and he smirked touching the red silk. He really just wanted this stupid argument to end.

"I found this Italian place ..." Pablo said while I walked in taking the dress and walking to closet to wear it. I already cooled down but the way he was looking at me drove me insane.

"Amor ... can we stop?" he walked in noticing the way I struggled with zipper so he took over resting his hands around my waist after finishing.

"What did I do? " he whispered moving my hair to the side and starting to leave kisses down my neck. I really liked the sudden attention so I pulled away just to see what he does.

"Basta nena!" he growled grabbing my hips and pulling me back against him and I bit my lower lip feeling him hard underneath his pants. God this man was driving me mad!

"Hm you'll leave a mark Pablito ..." I say shyly feeling his hold tighten on my waist while he smirked resting his chin on my shoulder again.

"Good ... you're mine nenita" he said sucking in a prominent mark on my neck and I fought an urge to moan loudly.

"Now tell me what got my girl mad at me, huh? Tell your Pablito, nena" he said turning me around so that I was facing him and he tucked a piece of my hair behind my ear.

"You were talking to her for so long ..." I whisper and he took a moment to think before realizing what I was talking about now.

"With a fan? Aii nena are you un poco celosita, mi amor??" he pinched my cheeks and I immediately denied it. Well obviously!

"Zero celos! It's fine, whatever!" I try pulling away from Pablo but he pushed me into a corner of our closer and trapped me there against the wall.

"Hmm I like it princesa ...but hear me when I tell you, I'm obsessed with you ...and nobody else even crosses my mind. I promise, bueno?" he said in reassuring tone and I just nod still a little unsure cause the girl was really pretty. Pablo raised my chin gently caressing my cheek.

"Yo te amo, princesita ...only you" he said and it took me a little by surprise cause Pablo was never direct like this before. He really just said I love you like it was nothing straight to my face... this boy is special for sure.

"Yo tambien te amo Pablito ..." I say with blushed cheeks while he still held my face in his big hands and we looked into each other's eyes.

"Then there is no need to worry about mi amor, I'm yours bueno?" he said leaving small kisses on my cheeks while I slowly smiled again and he did as well glad I was talking to him again.

"Bueno ..." I said shyly but he wanted me to sound completely certain so he didn't let me go yet.

"Look into my eyes and say it loud and clear. Say, you're mine Pablo Gavi!" he said and I blushed looking back into those warm chocolate brown orbs.

"You're mine Pablo Gavi!" I said and he smirked nodding his head and kissing my lips passionately while his hands went underneath my dress grazing my legs.

"Hmmm yes I am baby, and you're all mine too!" he said kissing my neck and I moaned nodding my head while throwing it back in response.

"We still have our dinner reservation, but later ...I wanna hear more of those sweet moans of yours ...me vuelves loco amor" he said and I smile nodding my head asking him to zip my dress up fully and he does so as we finish getting ready for dinner.

pablogavi

All yours princesa👸🏻💗

comentarios:

gavifans: AAAAA lindosss!

y.n.bebe: mi amor💗💗💗

pablogavi: mi vidaaa

y.n.bebe: mi rey!🤴🏻

pablogavi: solo tuyo princesaaa

gavirafamily: him being proud of being hers!!!!

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pablogavi: ❤️

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gaviragirls: he looks so good with her DIOSSS

gavi.y.n.fans: the forehead kiss 😍😍😍

[appleblueberry-pie]

Hello again, I hope you are doing well. I was wondering if you are still open for requests. If so, may I please request for Yandere Nanami wherein his precious captive darling is sick and refuses to be nursed by him

I am 4ever open for requests. I am grateful for the meal. It shall be digested properly.

Let Me Take Care of You.

note: You guys ever been so sick you started crying???

You both knew that this shouldn't go on for any longer. You knew you should've given in a long, long time ago. You've never felt so....terrible from a sickness before. You've never felt this helpless. Weak. But you showing weakness wasn't what destroyed you. You could care less if you looked helpless because the pain and struggle was just that great. You couldn't eat. You could only down liquids and, fuck, you really couldn't speak either. Your lower back hurt. Your arms hurt. Your sides hurt. Your neck hurt. You couldn't rest properly because of the pain. And on top of that, you were extremely fatigued, and dizzy.

During the daytime, you would overheat and even the thinnest shirts with wide-open windows could cool you. But at night, the slightest crack in the window with the millions of blankets you had on top of you couldn't warm you up. It was hell on Earth. And Kento couldn't bare to sit back and watch you struggle any longer. You were his sweetheart. His baby. His everything. And you wouldn't let him help you. It was driving him insane. In the morning, he would watch you move at a snails pace into the kitchen to refill your glass with water. You would avoid eye contact. If he told you good morning, you would reply. But your voice trembled when you spoke, as if it was a task to even make noise. It made him put his newspapers down in extreme concern. But still, you wouldn't let him help you. Take care of you.

It was when he came back for work that he decided he had enough. He thought about it the entire time he was on the clock. He took you in for a reason. He vowed to himself that he would never neglect you and would always take care of you. Yes, he wanted you to be comfortable around him, and yes, he allowed you to set some barriers between the two of you, but you were so sick.

When he walked in the door, all of the lights were off and it was slightly stuffy. The windows were all closed and you obviously didn't eat, seeing the empty kitchen sink with no dirty dishes. He sighs and makes his way to the bathroom. He goes to turn on the light when he hears the soft sound of sobbing from the bedroom. He freezes and turns towards the bedroom door, walking over to sneakily place his ear on it. You're crying. Kento knocks on the door. "Y/n?" Immediately, the sound stops. "Can I come in, please?" You sigh shakily underneath the covers. How the fuck did he hear you? You tell him no. The door creaks open and he softly closes the door behind him.

He walks around to your side of the bed and kneels down to see your puffy face, wet with tears. It breaks his heart knowing he was gone and couldn't comfort you when you were crying like this. "Hey, what's wrong?" He rubs your arm above the blankets and you sniffle. "It's nothing. Please leave me alone." God, you sounded like you were in pain. You could almost see a vein popping out of his neck. You were beginning to stress him out. "Y/n." You shook your head. "No."

His eye twitched and he got into a more comfortable sitting position on the floor. "Sweetie, you know I told you not to keep secrets. Can you please tell me what has you so upset?" It was so painfully obvious what was wrong. There were used tissues scattered on the ground, you had so many blankets, and he could see your sunken in face.

"You're sick."

You used the energy you didn't have to try and turn the other way. You only managed to get yourself onto your back. It was silent between the two of you. You closed your eyes and tried to focus on not crying again, but it was just too much. You didn't want his help. He ruined your life. Kidnapped you, erased your public image, got rid of your phone number. You had nothing but him. You didn't want him. You ignored him. You tried to ignore him. He's right here for you and you just can't help but realize he's quite literally all that you have. It's so humiliating how you have to depend on the only person who you hate that is willingly giving himself to you like this.

A terrible sob rips itself out of your chest and you cover your face with your hands, a migraine reappearing at the strain you place on yourself once more. "I know I'm sick. I fucking know!" You couldn't even properly yell at him, too tired to even try. He frowns, and kneels on the floor, closer to the edge of the bed. "Then why don't you let me take care of you?" He wants to wipe your face of the tears, wipe the sweat off of your forehead. Feel you again. But he's scared he'll stress you out even more.

His hand almost hovers over your face as you cry. Your sad sigh of pain gives him the courage he needs to gently bring the back of his index finger over your face. He wipes a tear that falls down your cheek before bringing his other hand to wipe the other side completely. You let him. His touch was so very gentle. As if he didn't want to scare you away. "I can take care of you...." I am capable, he wanted to add that on. He loved you so much. He would rather fight a thousand curses before seeing you in this state again. He will do almost anything for you. Anything to see you happy. See you smile. He wanted to be fully yours. And he will do anything to prove that to you. Your eyes flutter open when he's done and you look over at him sadly.

Your eyes, so beautiful and beguiling, give him the softest look he's ever gotten from you. It makes his heart skip a beat and he sits up straighter. He would smile at you, but now is obviously not the time for that. "How do you feel? Do you want me to bring you medicine? Are you still in pain?" You look away before making eye contact with him again and nodding. He nods back and responds, "Okay. I will bring you some medicine and more water to drink." He wipes stray hairs off of your face, realizing how much you had to neglect yourself to rest. "I will make you beef stew, as well. You might be hungry, and your body needs energy to survive. I won't let you drink just water. Hopefully you will finish it all, and by then, maybe I could get you cleaned up, if you allow me to." You stare at him silently. He was offering to help you get better. You honestly don't remember the last time anyone has done that for you. But even then, he was still your kidnapper. Still, though, what were you going to do, say no? You hesitate before nodding to him. His face finally softens and he caresses your cheek one more time before forcing himself to stop.

"I love you." A weight is lifted off of his chest when he says those words. He wanted to say it to you in a better moment, but any moment is a good moment rather than when it's too late. He doesn't let you respond and gets up to leave and make you stew, a new fervor in his stride.

[bingbongsupremacy]

Baby

Pairing: Joel Miller x Reader

Warnings: reader is able to get pregnant, pet names, argument, idk what else.

Summary: It's getting harder and harder to spend time with your husband and you have some really important news. (Pre-Outbreak)

*Not Proof Read* TLOU Masterlist

ABC List

*****

The room is silent, the only noise coming from our TV. Light bounces off of the walls, casting a small glow on the coffee table that moves.

I curl deeper into the couch, watching as the clock ticks by.

8:30....9:15....10:45....11:12...

Finally I hear keys jingling from the front door.

" You're still up? " Joel's voice is tired and raspy. He pulls off his boots, leaving them near the front door. " Is Sarah still up? "

I shake my head, rubbing my heavy eyes. " No. She's over at Gina's, down the street, for a sleepover. "

Joel wanders into the kitchen, pulling a can of beer out of the fridge. He takes a swig before heading towards the living room. For a moment, neither of us talks.

" You were supposed to be home at 6. " I glance over at the man. I take in his appearance. His eyes are dark from clear exhaustion. His shirt is covered in grime. It's obviously been a long day.

" I was. " He agrees, not saying anything more. He takes another sip of his beer. Condensation forms on the can, dripping down his hand.

His answer doesn't satisfy me. " Why weren't you? Why didn't you call? " I press.

This has been happening often. Every few days he stays out later than normal, most of the time, he 'forgets' to call.

Joel lets out a sigh, obvious frustration filling his expression. " I got caught up in my work. It wasn't supposed to go past 6, but stuff happens. You know that, babe. "

Irritation fills my body. " And you couldn't have bothered to, I don't know, check your watch and maybe call me? I was worried sick, Joel. I stayed up even though I have to be up at 6 for work tomorrow. " I push myself up, looking towards his face. Looking for something, something other than annoyance.

I was really hoping he'd be here at 6.

" I didn't ask you to do that. You could've gone to bed. Don't blame me for your decisions. I told you, I lost track of time. I don't have my phone on me when I'm working. " Joel's gaze meets mine.

Anger runs through my body. Usually I'm not this quick to anger but the hormones are driving me insane. The stress of unknowing along with Joel's careless attitude sends rage flowing through my body. " You really could give less of a shit about Sarah and me, huh? " I seethe, not thinking through my words.

Joel's eyes narrow. " What the fuck do you mean? " He starts getting defensive. " Of course I give a shit about you! I fucking work my ass off, for you two! " Joel's tone rises.

" Then why do you keep doing shit that makes us worry? " I exclaim. " You could have called at any point and it would've helped me feel better. I understand that you don't keep your phone on you while working, but is it really that hard to take a five minute break to call me? God-you need a break anyways! You'll fucking hurt yourself if you're constantly working. " My heart pounds. I stand up, trying to get some space between the man and I.

Joel stands up as well. His eyes burn into mine, sending a shiver of discomfort down my spine.

I hate when we get into arguments. My hormones and his exhaustion are mixing together to create a toxic cloud of anger and frustration.

" Like you'd even answer the fucking phone. " Joel rolls his eyes. " You've been so busy talking to your stupid fucking friends that it's nearly impossible to call you sometimes. "

He isn't wrong. I found out I was pregnant a few weeks ago, and I wanted-no I needed to tell someone. I wanted to make the announcement to Joel and Sarah important, something memorable. At the time, I just needed to tell someone else.

They've been there for me this entire time, helping me plan tonight. Helping me plan the dinner and gift for Joel.

A gift he never got to open and a dinner he never got to eat.

" Well I gotta talk to someone, Joel. You're never around anymore. " I snap.

" I'm working! " Joel lets out a breath.

" Your unbelievable. " I shake my head. I let out an angry laugh. " You know what, fuck this, Joel. You're not even listening to me. The point isn't that you're working late, it's that you don't bother to call home and tell me about it. I care about you, Joel. What-What if you got hurt? What if you got into a car crash or fucking died somehow? I'd have no idea because you don't bother to call me. All I want is one call, and that's too much to ask of you. " I push past the broad shouldered man. " Your dinner's in the fucking oven. It's your favorite. "

With that I storm upstairs, grateful Sarah wasn't here to witness the fight. I barely close the bedroom door before the tears start to flow.

Downstairs I hear Joel curse as he drops something on the ground. I lean against the door, doing my best to listen to the man below. His footsteps die off as he most likely settles onto the couch.

I just want him to call home.

_______

The next morning I leave before Joel wakes up. I send a quick text to Sarah, letting her know there's some food in the fridge.

My day seems to fly by. Piles of paperwork seem to disappear in minutes. Before I know it, it's time to head home.

An unsettled feeling wracks my stomach, surely not a good feeling for the baby. I'm still pissed at Joel. I just wish he understood where I'm coming from.

I unlock the front door and am immediately met with silence.

No one's home.

I let out a small sigh, walking towards the kitchen. My eyes widen in surprise when I spot Joel sitting at the kitchen table, a pair of small shoes in his hands.

He found the gift.

Of course he did, I left it on the dresser last night.

" Surprise. " I state while making my way to the fridge. " You're gonna be a daddy. Again. " My voice is unenthusiastic. Not the way I planned telling him at all.

" I'm so fucking sorry. " Joel blurts out. He runs his rough fingers over the small white laces, following the rhythm of the string. " I'm an asshole. "

" That you are. " I agree.

Joel finally looks up at me. His sad expression breaks my anger. Suddenly, I'm torn. Do I keep acting angry or do I feel bad for him?

" I deserve that. I-I shouldn't have yelled at you last night. Pregnant or not- You didn't deserve that. I took out my anger on you. I've...fuck I'll just tell you. I've been working late to try to make some extra money for us. I wanted to take you somewhere for our anniversary. "

I take a seat next to him, shock filling my body. I had no idea.

" You're right, I should've called you. That was a dick move. I...I don't know why I didn't. I guess I was just scared I'd be tired and I'll accidentally tell you something? It doesn't fucking matter now. "

" Oh Joel..."

He continues. " I'm sorry about dinner last night. I should've come home. " He finishes, finally setting the shoes down into the small gold box I put them in originally.

I don't say anything. I wrap my arms around the man, sinking my head into the crook of his warm neck. " Yes, you should've called, but I shouldn't have have been so aggressive. My emotions have just been all over the place. " My eyes begin to tear up. I feel a tightness in the back of my throat as I pull away from Joel. " I feel so much angrier than I usually do. "

Joel pulls me back into his embrace. " It's okay, honey. It's the baby. It's okay. " He tries to sooth me. " I love you so much, and I promise, I'm going to cut back my hours. "

" And you're gonna call, right? " I look up at him from my spot against his chest.

" Yes, I swear I'll call from now on. I have to, what if something happens to you and the baby. " He furrows his brows in worry. " I'll call you every hour. I promise. "

I let out a small laugh, wiping a tear away. " I think every few hours is okay, babe. "

" No every half hour. Who knows what could happen. Your office has steep stairs-we should see if the elevator there is fixed yet. " Joel mutters.

" Okay that might be a little overkill. " I crinkle my nose. " How about you just call when you're going to be late. Alright? "

" I can do that. "

[0810hts]

thank you || p.gw

pairing: Park Gunwook x fem!Reader

genre: fluff, angst, academic rivals to lovers

warnings:school stress, crying, abusive parents, fight, kisses, (if I missed something, pls let me know)

word count: 1.1k+

(a/n: Not me writing this when I should actually be doing my Spanish presentation for tomorrow 🥹. Also, English is not my first language so sorry for any grammar or spelling mistakes and this is my first ever completed story so yay !!)

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Today was the day. The day you’d get one of the most important grades of your life. You made a deal with your parents: if you ranked first, you’d finally be allowed to go on the school trip. Normally, you’d be the top student—always. But recently, Park Gunwook had been fighting for that spot. One day it was you, the next day him, then you again, then him... the endless back-and-forth was driving you insane.

Because of this stupid competition, your parents banned you from seeing friends, canceled your evening lessons, and forced you to study non-stop. They’d always pushed you to be the best, ever since you were a kid. The second you stepped into elementary school, your childhood vanished.

This deal, this one chance to finally escape, was your only hope. The school trip to Jeju Island—just you, your classmates, and the teachers—was all you could think about. But now, you were sitting at your desk, heart racing, as the teacher passed out the graded papers.

"Good job, L/N Y/N," your teacher said.

Your eyes darted to the score—99%. A smile briefly crossed your face, only to vanish when you saw the ranking: second place. Your stomach sank. You didn’t even have to guess who came in first.

"Congrats to Park Gunwook for first place, L/N Y/N for second, and Asakura Jo for third. Remember, we meet at 8 AM Sunday at the airport," your teacher announced, but you weren’t listening anymore.

You buried your face behind the paper, trying desperately to hold back the tears, but failing. That’s when you heard it.

"Good job, Y/N. Looks like I beat you this time," Gunwook said, his voice light, almost teasing, until he noticed something was off. "Hey… are you okay? What’s wrong?"

Before he could say more, you bolted out of your seat and ran. Gunwook’s voice called after you, but you didn’t look back. He asked Woonhak, your friend, what was going on.

"It’s not you, man," Woonhak explained. "Her parents… they made her promise that if she wasn’t first, she couldn’t go on the trip. Now that she’s second, she’s probably going to be locked up studying until she’s number one again."

Gunwook was stunned. What he thought was just friendly competition meant everything to you.

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Back home, the yelling began.

"We made an agreement!" your father shouted. "Looks like you didn’t want to go after all, coming home with that grade! Did Gunwook beat you again?"

"Yes..." you muttered, staring at the floor.

"Then it’s settled. No trip. You’ll spend the week locked in your room, studying like you should have been all along. Maybe then we’ll get our top student back," your father sneered, throwing your paper into the trash like it was worthless. And with it, your heart shattered into pieces.

"Yes, father..." you whispered, retreating to your room. You locked the door and collapsed onto your bed, tears flowing freely.

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"And who are you?" your father asked, glaring at the boy standing in front of him.

"Park Gunwook, sir."

"Ah, the boy my failure of a daughter keeps losing to. What do you want?"

"I came to talk about her missing the Jeju trip. Just because she came second… it’s not fair—"

"Fair?" your mother interrupted, stepping into view. "We had a deal. She failed. End of discussion."

Gunwook’s eyes burned with frustration. "But second place is incredible. She works so hard, more than anyone. She’s the school president, always helping others, and everyone adores her—even the teachers. Furthermore, she deserves to go. It’s her last field trip before she graduates."

"She lost. There’s nothing else to say," your father growled, about to slam the door shut when you appeared at the top of the stairs.

"Gunwook?" you whispered, shock and confusion in your voice.

"Y/N..." he said softly, unsure of what to do.

You walked past your parents and stood before him. "What are you doing here?"

"Your friend here thinks you should go to Jeju. But it’s not happening," your father spat.

You gave Gunwook a sad, tired smile. "It’s okay. I made a promise, and I lost. You didn’t have to come."

"But Y/N—"

"Really, it’s fine," you insisted, your voice quiet and resigned, before turning and heading back inside.

Gunwook stood there, helpless. He knew there was no convincing you, not with your parents looming behind you.

"Now get out and don’t come back," your father snarled, slamming the door in Gunwook’s face.

Gunwook stood there for a moment, guilt and regret gnawing at him. He was about to leave when he heard it: the unmistakable sound of glass shattering.

He sprinted back to the door and knocked frantically, calling the police as he did. When the door opened, there you were—a sobbing mess, a cut on your cheek, terrified.

You threw yourself into his arms, trembling, as he shielded you from the sight of your father, who was raging, a beer bottle in his hand.

"COME BACK HERE, Y/N!" your father roared as your mother weakly tried to calm him down.

"Don’t you dare take another step. The police are already on their way," Gunwook warned, standing between you and your father.

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Your parents were taken to jail, awaiting their court date. After the police finished questioning you and Gunwook, you were finally free to leave the station, suitcase in hand, unsure of where to go.

"Come stay at my place," Gunwook suddenly offered, breaking the tense silence.

You blinked in surprise. "No, I couldn’t—"

"I won’t let you be alone. You’re staying with me. I’ll protect you. You’ll be safe," he insisted, holding your hand tightly.

Blushing, you nodded.

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"Are you sure your parents will be okay with this?" you asked, sitting nervously on Gunwook’s bed.

"They will be. Once they’re back from their trip and I explain, they’ll let you stay," he assured you, folding your clothes into his closet.

"Go get ready for bed," he said, handing you pajamas and toiletries with a soft smile.

After a long shower, you returned to his room, where he was lying on his bed, scrolling through his phone.

"Are you sure you’re okay with us… sharing a bed?" you asked, hesitant.

He put his phone down and looked at you. "Only if you’re comfortable. I can sleep in my parents’ room."

"No, I’m fine with it."

You slid into bed beside him, the room dimly lit by the soft glow of his nightlight. Turning towards him, you tucked yourself into his arms, pressing a quick kiss to his lips before hiding your face in his chest. He chuckled, kissing the top of your head.

"Thank you. For everything," you whispered, as the two of you drifted into sleep, holding each other close.

The End.

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(a/n: Yeah, kinda rushed the ending a bit oops)

[daenysx]

i just needed to write this for myself, i hope you enjoy! it's all about soft sex and praises with modern!aemond, and i loved this a lot! NSFW.

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"it's okay. it's okay, you're doing so good."

you can't help a moaning sound escape from your lips as aemond pushes his cock inside you with a slow but strong movement. you try to spread your legs a little bit more for him, just to feel him deeper. he pushes himself again, his arms cage your face and his hair falls on your pillows gracefully.

"aemond-"

he kisses your lips like he wants to possess the air you're inhaling. he wants you to feel him everywhere, and only him. he wants you to forget everything you stress about, everything that drives you crazy. he just wants to fuck you good until you shake and tremble under him.

"aemond, i need more- more, please."

he grabs a pillow and places it under your waist, you arch your back to the soft pillow, and the angle changes. the tip of his cock suddenly hits deeper, you can feel him on your g-spot and the pressure almost makes you go insane. he makes a sound that reaches your ear too close and your head goes back, exposing your neck to him.

he buries his face to your neck, sucking the tender skin. you don't mind the marks, too lost in your pleasure. he kisses the reddened spots then, never wants to hurt you. your fingers find his hair and you hold onto it keep yourself steady.

"oh! aemond- that's- right there. you're right there."

he hits your g-spot over and over, smiles at the words you say as if he doesn't what he's doing to you. "you like this, don't you? you love taking me deep inside, you love being good at everything."

"am i- am i good?" you ask with a small voice.

he holds your hips firmly when he hears the question. "only the best, baby. you are the best, best girl. my fucking perfect girl."

he moves faster, pushes himself into you until he feels your muscles clench around him harder. he loves the tightness, the challenge of it. he loves the thin layers of sweat covering both of your bodies. he loves the intimacy, the dangerous emotions he can only feel with you. they make him a different man, softer maybe. he loves the way your eyes sparkle when he calls you his good girl, he loves the power of his words.

"so close- so, so close."

"come for me, sweetling. anytime you're ready, just let go for me."

you hold onto his neck, keep him closer to you. it's like cuddling now, your bodies intertwined as his cock moves relentlessly inside you. you can feel the tightness in your belly, almost ready to snap. he supports your body by holding your thighs, and finally the relief washes over you.

aemond helps you give in to your orgasm, he holds you with gentle fingers. "there you go, such a lovely girl. you look so beautiful when you come, i just wish you could see yourself right now."

he comes only a moment after you, he tries to keep himself steady, but the feeling of your wetness never fails to make him lose. the mixed liquid coats your thighs and your cunt, you've never felt better.

you lay under his sweaty body, all softened and relaxed. however, you can still feel the lovely ache in your belly. you don't want to tire aemond, you don't want to be greedy. you try to cover your face by burying it to his neck.

he notices, of course. he pulls his softened cock back and looks at you. his breathing's better now and he cups your cheek to make an eye contact. "what's wrong?"

you shake your head. "nothing. it was perfect."

he drags his hand to your belly, touches your nipple as he does that and you squirm. even when the pillow still stays under you, you arch your back to reach his touch.

"no, no. it's not nothing. it was perfect but it wasn't enough. my baby needs one more to be fucked good, right? one more orgasm until you let go of everything." he smirks playfully, makes your cheeks blushed.

"but you- you just finished. i don't want to make you-"

his fingers find your lips. "i can make you come without my cock, pretty girl." he says. "do you want me to use my fingers?"

you nod, grateful for the way he always insists on making you come until you don't think about anything. "please."

he doesn't even need to go easy on you. you are already soaked and relaxed, he just pushes two of his fingers inside, and you push yourself against him. his thumb stays on your clit, rubbing the swollen bud. he moves his fingers in and out, tries to find the special spot inside you.

"yes, yes, this is perfect. i love this so much, so much aemond."

he always encourages you to talk during sex, to tell him what you like or dislike. telling him has always made everything more perfect so you aren't acting shy when it comes to communicating. he keeps moving and you are almost there. the pressure keeps your body on edge and he never stops.

"are you close, baby?" he asks. "i can feel it, almost there."

you nod, taking his fingers over and over. he adds a third finger and that proves to be what you need to let go. second orgasm hits you and it's intense. your body shakes under him, you close your eyes, and feel yourself melt on his long fingers. he helps you enjoy your orgasm as long as you can.

when you're finished completely, he takes the pillow under you. he takes his fingers off gently and leaves the bed to clean himself. your mind feels blank, there's nothing you can sense other than the lovely stretch between your legs and his scent. you only lay there, eyes closed.

aemond comes back wearing a clean underwear. he touches you lovingly, guides you to lift your hips to take the dirty sheets off. he puts them aside and grabs the clean towel he brought from bathroom.

"i'm just gonna clean you up, baby. can you help me? good girl."

he takes the dirty stuff back to the bathroom and puts them into washing machine. your eyes are closed but you're not asleep yet, still hearing his footsteps. he takes clean panties from the drawer and helps you wear them. "do you want me to get you a shirt?" he asks, looking at your bare torso.

you shake your head. "no, thank you."

skin to skin contact with him is better and you are both aware of it. he can keep you warm during the night. he nods, and offers you some water from the bottle on his nightstand. "come on, a few sips for me, hmm?"

you drink the water and kiss him thank you. he comes back in to bed, pulls the duvet on your bodies. you snuggle closer to his chest, and he welcomes you with open arms. "feeling good?" he asks, like he doesn't know the answer from the smile on your face.

"perfect. thank you." you say, with a sleepy voice.

he caresses your hair, peppering small kisses on your face. "you are so good to me, you know that?"

"i like being good to you."

"i know the weeks have been hard on you, but you are strong enough to handle them. you are doing perfect, and i just want you to know that." he says. he is being honest with you and you tend to believe in his words even if the feeling of doubting yourself makes its presence known for a moment.

he holds you as your eyes close with the sweet feelings you feel everywhere. he keeps mumbling praises, just the ones you love hearing.

"you're my baby, and you're being good. the best, only the best."

[springseasonie]

Auralism Pt. 2 | PJS (M)

Voice actor Jisung x fem reader

Part 1. Part 3. Part 4.

Summary: just another night of your nightly routine except you've become a little more delusional than before.

Warnings: sexual content, auralism (voice kink), masturbation, guided masturbation, praising, degrading, parasocalism (it's bad for you)

Word count: 1,2k

A/N: I'm very glad all of you liked the first one so much. I had no idea people liked the thought of erotic voice actor Jisung as much as I did but I'm glad y'all all also see the vison lmao. Feed back is loved an appreciated 🩷🩷

"Hi baby."

"Jesus," you sighed breathlessly. Another night, you're laying in your bed on your back staring up at your ceiling. It's almost embarrassing how much you keep coming back to this specific audio. It's the first one you ever heard, but nothing will ever compare to it. "Stress relief" is what it's called, and it's exactly that. You only listen to it on your toughest days, and you're bound to have some tough days working a minimum wage job.

"For this audio, please calm your body down. Take a deep breath, okay? Close your eyes and feel the space around you."

You did just that, closing your eyes and sinking into your bed as you calmed your body down. At that moment you started to feel all the aches and pains from your day settle in.

"Try to forget about your day and just be present with me. I'm the only thing in your mind right now. I'm the only person you can hear. Focus on what I'm saying to you. You're gonna be a good girl and follow my directions like always aren't you?"

"Yeah, I'm gonna be a good girl," you mumbled quietly to yourself. You'd crawl in a hole and die if anyone had to bear witness to this exact moment. You're in a room by yourself responding to a man who's only making audio porn to pay his bills. But it's not your fault no one can live up to the expectations of his voice alone.

"Today, I just want you to relax. I want you to pull your clothes off for me. You can pause while you do so, I'll wait for you."

You paused it, taking everything off your body till you were on your bed completely bare. You quickly started it up, sighing when hearing his voice again.

"Now I need your undivided attention okay? Rile yourself for me. Run your hands all over your pretty body. Press your fingertips into your skin and feel yourself. Run your hands over your nipples. Pinch, squeeze them. Aren't they sensitive?"

That they were indeed. And so was your cunt. If there was a thing you needed to fuck more than right now it would be him despite not knowing what he looked like. You need that voice in your ear telling you that you touched him so well, that you made him feel good. It was going to drive you insane for the rest of your life probably. You pinched your nipples, hissing at the sting on the sensitive peaks. You did this every single time, listening to every word he said and it never got old.

"Move your hand to your mouth. Suck on those fingers for me. Yeah, just like that. You look so good, beautiful."

You put your fingers in your mouth, swirling your tongue over the digits coating them in your saliva. You were so turned on at the point you would probably burst.

"Take your fingers and put them between your legs. Rub your clit for me. Get it nice and wet. I bet that feels real good. Don't you wish it was me touching you? I bet you do."

You rubbed your clit slowly in a circular motion, deep breaths slowly quickening. Your legs spread wider as your other hand squeezed your breast, the ecstatic feeling spreading all over your body.

"Keep touching yourself for me. You're such a good girl you know that? Pretty, beautiful, good girl."

You kept going, soft moans now falling from your lips. All that was in your head was him, his voice. What else were you supposed to think about? Your brain had gone numb the moment you heard him say baby.

"Now I want you to finger yourself for me. I want you to stuff that pretty pussy with your fingers."

You did as he said, eyes rolling back at the stretch You've been aching to feel all day. It's been fucking with you all day, wanting to hear his voice even just for a second. You were addicted.

"Does my voice turn you on?" He chuckled softly, making your brain turn to mush like always. "Does my voice make your pretty pussy wet?"

"Yes, yes it does," you sighed as you fingered yourself. The sounds coming from your body were shameful. Panting and whimpering filled the room, your body getting hotter and hotter as your sheets stuck to your legs.

"Keep going. God, I wish I could see you right now. All cute and wet for me, legs spread wide. You're such a little slut for touching yourself to my voice, you know that? My little slut."

You nodded, a small smile tugging on your lips as his deep sultry voice landed on your ears. You wish you weren't so crazy and delusional but when he talks to you like that you turn to mush all over again. Your fingers grew in pace, palm of your hand also stimulating your swollen clit.

"You wanna cum pretty girl?"

"Yes, yes I do." You were whining, the sounds growing in pitch and volume the more you moved your hand. "F-fuck, oh my god.."

"You can cum. Cum as hard as you want, but don't you dare stop."

You kept going, fingering yourself harder and harder. The moment you curled your fingers inside of you, you came hard, vision turning blurry and mind going fuzzy. You were already so sensitive, but you were a good girl so you didn't stop. You wouldn't dare stop.

"I want you to cum for me again. I love it when you cum for me. I wish I could see it. I wish I could feel it. Feel that tight pussy around my cock squeezing me tight. I know you want that too. I know you want my big cock to stretch you good."

Your moans bounced off the walls, back arching off the bed as you kept thrusting your fingers. It was too much, but it felt so good. Too good. Your cunt was squeezing your fingers once again, wet squelches coming from between your legs.

"If I had you, I'd fuck you so good you wouldn't remember your name. You'd love that wouldn't you?"

"Yes, fuck yes.." You were gasping for air, eyebrows scrunched together right as you stared down at your hand, watching your fingers go in and out of you.

"But for now, I just need you to cum in your perfect, soft hands. Make a bigger mess for me. You can do it."

"J-Jisung, shit.." You came, and you said his name. You've never done that before. Maybe you're a little in too deep, but Jesus, there is no one that could make you see stars the way you did just now. There's no one who can make you shake by just talking the way you did just now.

"Do you feel better? Are you still stressed because if you are, I guess I didn't do my job. But when have I ever failed, hm? Now clean yourself up and get some rest for the next day, or the rest of your day. Bye beautiful."

The audio finished, leaving you heaving on top of your covers. Usually, you would just get up and clean up, but you felt different now. You moaned his name out loud like a crazy person. You were definitely in a little too deep. Maybe you needed to take a break from your nightly routine.

Just as you were about to close the app on your phone another notification popped up.

"surprise :)"

And just like that your night got a whole lot more interesting.

[acupoftaewithsomesuga]

“Cured” • Yeosang Kang

doctor!yeosang x fem nurse!reader

summary• you have been working with Dr. Kang for years as his chief nursing officer in his family medicine clinic. You both became friends after working with him for so long and gained a bond with him. But this bond slowly turned into more than just a friendship. 

warnings• friends to lovers, smut, pet names (love, darling, baby), oral fem! receiving, nipple play, handjob, unprotected sex, passionate sex, rough sex, dirty talk, squirting. (tell me if I forgot something.)

videos/audios to view before reading•

w/c• 8.3k 

a/n• I have had this one in my drafts for a long time and I was finally able to finish it! I was genuinely battling so much trying to write this one so if some of it sounds broken up that's because I was going back and forth with myself on this smut and how I wanted to portray Yeosang. Anyway, enjoy! I will be working on either a Seonghwa or Wooyoung smut next to complete the OT8 saga! 

taglist• @joongss @mingisdoll @st4rhwa @sugarnspice630 @joongiesmoon @sanipan @no1likevie @woohwababes @hongjoongswife1 @blackb3ll @staytiny23 @ccalyse @strawberry-qrcode 

network• @othersideoutlawsnetwork

•masterlist•

You plop onto the leather chair, feeling your body sink into it. It was the end of your long shift and you couldn’t feel happier. These past few days have been long and stressful so when you were finally able to sit down it was a relief. As the Chief Nursing Officer, you had many responsibilities when it came to clients so you and Yeosang needed to have frequent meetings about patients. You have been working for Yeosang for years allowing you both to grow comfortable and close to each other. You both had a very tight friendship outside of work as well but recently the friendship has been on edge. Yeosang in a work setting and him outside of work are 2 different Yeosang's. At work, he is very professional with you and his colleagues. He can come off as very stern and demanding when he is at work. But when you are both by yourself he comes off very shy. All the years you have known Yeosang you have seen him as a shy person that only talks when he is comfortable. It took a few months for you to get Yeosang to open up to you but you didn’t mind because his company was enough. 

One night you and Yeosang hung out at his house to have drinks. This was a normal occasion for the both of you but things went a little differently than you expected. You were both on the couch just watching a documentary when you decided to place your head on Yeosang’s shoulder. Yeosang likes his personal space, so it surprised you when he didn’t move out of the way. You didn’t think much of it but you soon realized that Yeosang placed his hand on your inner thigh. You felt his hand squeeze tightly causing you to look up at him. He met your gaze and you just looked at each other for a minute. He moved closer to you to kiss you but you turned away. You were so drunk and you couldn’t comprehend the situation at the time but all you knew was that if you kept going you would both end up fucking each other. You didn’t want that, at least not yet. 

You keep replaying that night over and over again in your head to the point where you can't look at Yeosang without thinking of the naughtiest thoughts. The way his veins popped out of his hands when he squeezed your thighs turned you on the most. You kept replaying how needy he looked when he stared into your eyes. The soft little whimper that escaped his lips when you moved your head away. The thought of him has been driving you insane since that night and you genuinely didn’t know how to feel about your friendship with Yeosang. 

You were soon broken out of your trance when Yeosang walked into his office. He had his signature white lab coat on with his stethoscope draped around his neck. Under his lab coat, he had a black turtle neck that fit tight around his upper body. He had his black glasses on, which made him look extremely adorable. He had his paperwork in his hand ready to go over the reports for the day. Yeosang greeted you with a smile before sitting down and talking over the patients’ cases. 

He continued to talk like nothing happened between you over the weekend. Was he that drunk? Or is he just good at avoiding conflict? You were so confused and you started to wonder if what happened last weekend happened. Yeosang went on about the influx of patients and the statistical growth of the clinic. But honestly, you weren't hearing anything he was saying. You heard his voice fade as you stared at him. You continued to nod now and then just so it looked like you were actively listening. The way he smiled at you warmed your heart. His smile was so infectious, you couldn’t help but smile back. “Y/n, I want to thank you for working hard and being my right-hand man. I couldn’t do any of this without you.” his sudden comment took you aback for a second. “Oh- it’s my pleasure, Dr. Kang,” you expressed, flashing his professional name before bowing. When you were in the workplace, you always kept it professional, but outside of work, you treated each other as close friends. You both agreed that unprofessional behavior in the workplace wouldn’t be allowed. 

Yeosang suddenly smiled before getting up from his seat. You just stared at him not realizing that he wanted to hand you the paperwork before he left. “Oop, I’m sorry,” you apologized rising from your seat and reaching out for the paperwork. Your fingertips brushed against Yeosangs as you grabbed them from his hand. Your eyes meet and he immediately looks away, lightly laughing to himself in embarrassment. “We don’t have to be awkward about this Yeosang,” you uttered before looking back at him. Yeosang suddenly looked at you in confusion. “Y/n what are you talking about?” He asked innocently trying to look as if he didn’t understand what you were saying. You looked at him and tilted your head to the side. Was he serious? “Last weekend Yeosang..” you said looking at him, your eyebrows raised. Yeosang’s eyes widened, and his face started to turn a subtle shade of pink as he realized what you were referring to. He looked down, his eyes fluttering, and his voice dropping down a little above a whisper. “O-oh. that,” he said before trying to clear his throat. You looked at him with concern, you had never seen him this flustered before. “I don’t know what you are talking about y/n.” He said with confidence looking up at you. 

“Yeosang, you don't remember? You tried to kiss me while we were drunk last Saturday. I turned away from you. Y-you whimpered in displeasure when I moved my head away from yours.” You said trying to recall his memory so he couldn't deny what happened. You watched Yeosang’s ears turn bright red as he listened to your words, his eyes darting back and forth between yours and the wall. He opened his mouth to deny it again, but then his gaze dropped, looking at the floor, his shoulders sagging in defeat. “I-I think I remember, but I didn’t do it on purpose.” he expressed looking up at you, trying to see if you believed his lie.

He was so adorable when he tried to explain himself, all you could do was smile. You were looking at him but he didn’t dare to look at you directly. His eyes were darting around the room and he suddenly became fidgety. You could tell he was anxious and on edge, you wanted to fix that. Without thought you put the papers down on his desk and placed both of your hands on his cheeks, pulling him closer to you. “Yeosang, it's okay,” you said softly, rubbing your thumb on his cheek, “this would be so much easier for us if you just said you like me.” You saw Yeosang close his eyes and take a deep breath before speaking. “I’m scared y/n. I'm scared of ruining our friendship, of not being good enough for you.” he paused and took another deep breath before continuing, “But if I'm being honest with myself. I think I might be in love with you.” His eyes locked onto yours, filled with a mix of fear and hope as if he was waiting for your response to determine the fate of his heart. All you could do at that moment was smile at his sweet confession, your heart melting. “That’s all I needed you to say Sangie,” you whispered, pulling his closer to your face. You felt Yeosangs arms wrap around your waist, pulling you closer to his body. You both closed your eyes as your noses brushed against each other, followed by your lips colliding together. 

Both of your faces became warm and flushed with a vibrant shade of pink. Your heart was pounding out of your chest to the point where you could feel your pulse through your fingertips. You pulled away and looked up at Yeosang, light laughs then came from both of you. Your head started to spiral as you continued kissing each other softly. You felt Yeosang’s hands roam down your back, tracing the curve of your spine as he pulled you even closer. You felt his lips curve into a smile of satisfaction against yours. He pulled away gently and pressed his forehead against yours. “Well, I was thinking... maybe we could start by making this official,” he said, his voice filled with confidence. "You know, as a couple. If you'd like, that is. We have known each other for a few years now and have made many memories together. In other words, I would like to be with you and only you.” He asked, squeezing onto your waist anticipating you to say yes. “Absolutely Yeosang,” you agreed, your eyes sparkling with adoration. Yeosang's eyes lit up with joy as he pulled you closer to him and laid another kiss on your lips. He pulled back slightly, his face inches from yours, and whispered, "I'm so happy, y/n. I promise to make you proud to call me your boyfriend." You giggled slightly at the thought of him thinking you weren’t proud of him. “I’m already proud Yeosang, you are everything I ever wanted.” You confessed, causing his cheeks to flush a gentle pink as he smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. 

He caught your hand and brought it to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to the back of your hand. "I have a surprise for you," he said, his voice low and mysterious. “Hmm?” You hummed, looking at him with curiosity, your heart pounding as he made his way to his desk drawer and pulled out a small box. "I've been planning this for a while now," he said, opening the box to reveal a beautiful silver necklace with a small, intricately designed locket. "I want you to have this," Your heart was racing as he pulled out this pretty necklace, his fingers rubbing against the locket. “Oh wow- Sangie it’s beautiful. How long have you been planning this?” You asked, looking at him with admiration. Yeosang's smile grew wider as he gazed at you, his eyes filled with adoration. "I've had it for a few weeks now," he admitted, his voice low and husky. "I was waiting for the perfect moment to give it to you. And I think this is it. I was going to give it to you last Saturday but everything kinda didn’t go as planned," he confessed, causing you to look at him apologetically. 

You ran your hand against his arm, kissing him on his cheek. “It’s so pretty baby, I love it so much. Thank you.” You smiled before turning around and moving your hair out of the way so he could put it on you. Yeosang's face lit up with joy as he fastened the necklace around your neck, his fingers brushing against your skin. He turned you around to face him, his gaze fixated on the locket now resting against your chest. "You look beautiful," he whispered, his eyes shining with emotion. “Thank you so much baby,” you cooed grabbing his hand and holding it softly before planting a light kiss on his lips. Yeosang's eyes fluttered closed as you kissed him, a soft sigh escaping his lips. He deepened the kiss, his hands wrapping around your waist to pull you closer. 

After a moment, he broke away, his breathing slightly ragged. "I love you." You smiled hearing those words come out of his mouth. You would usually say that as friends but hearing that come from him as your partner made your heart flutter. “I love you too. Thank you for loving me,” You said before caressing his cheek. “Yeosang…” you said shyly looking up at him. Yeosang's eyes locked onto yours, his expression soft and tender. He leaned in, his forehead touching yours, as he whispered, "What is it, my love?" His voice was gentle, inviting, and full of affection. “I-I don’t want to be alone tonight. Can I please stay with you?” you asked your eyes gleaming with anticipation. You saw a smile form on Yeosang’s face radiating warmth and comfort. “You never have to ask my love,” he whispered, the sudden nickname made your heart swell causing you to melt right into his hands. “You're always welcome to stay with me, tonight and every night.” He expressed pressing his forehead against yours again. “Thank you baby.” you expressed, pressing your head on his chest before saying “Should we get going? It's been a long week.” Yeosang chuckled, pulling you closer to his body. "I think we've earned a break after this week," he agreed, nodding. "Let's get going. I have a few things planned to help us unwind." He smiled mischievously, leading you towards the door by your hand. You looked at Yeosang lifting your eyebrows at his so-called plans for unwinding. 

You were feeling a mixture of excitement and nerves getting the best of you. Yeosang and you have been friends for years and you have been to his house on multiple occasions but the thought of the both of you being in his home as lovers and not just friends caused your head to spiral. As you walk out of the door Yeosang's grip is gentle, the feeling of a reassuring grasp. "Hey, you okay? You look a little nervous," he asked looking at you with slight concern. “No, I’m good, I promise. It’s just that we are actually together. Like it’s official.” You nervously chuckled. Yeosang's smile softened, his eyes filled with warmth and understanding. "I know it's a big change, but I want you to know that nothing's changed between us, except that now we get to explore this new side of our relationship together," he said, his voice low and gentle.

Yeosang always had the best responses. It just reminded you of how much you liked him. Your nerves started to subside as you made it to his car. As you reached the car, Yeosang unlocked the door and opened it for you, helping you in with a gentle gesture. He then walked around to the driver's side, sliding into the seat with ease. "So, I was thinking…” “Yes?” you grabbed your seatbelt and buckled it. He started the engine and began to drive, his eyes flicking to you for a moment before returning to the road. "I was thinking we could head to my place, and have a quiet night in. I can cook us something, and we can just relax together," 

You looked at him flashing him a cute tiny smile before nodding your head. “Yes! That would be great!” You were always gleaming with excitement when Yeosang offered to cook. His lips formed a smile, followed by his chuckling. "I'm glad you're excited. I've been experimenting with some new recipes, and I think you'll like what I've come up with," he confessed. “Please tell me more,” you said shifting your eyes from the road to Yeosang. “Well, I've been wanting to try my hand at making some of my favorite dishes, and I think I've finally perfected a bulgogi recipe," he said, his voice filled with enthusiasm. Your eyes lit up at the thought of Yeosang making bulgogi for dinner. “Bulgogi! I have been craving that for the past few weeks,” you expressed, flashing him an adorable smile. "Ah, really? I'm glad I decided to make it then! I'll make sure to add some extra marinated beef just the way you like it.” 

You couldn’t help but blush at the fact that Yeosang knows you so well. He knows exactly what you love and that amplifies the love you have for him. He noticed your blushing and his eyes softened, his expression filled with affection. He reached out and gently placed his hand on your thigh, his fingertips grazing the fabric of your scrubs. "I should know what you like, after all this time," he whispered, his voice low and husky. You started to feel shy at his words and his touch. Your heart facing as he flirted with you effortlessly just making him more attractive than he already is. He chuckled softly as he saw the effect his words had on you. He continued to drive, but his hand remained on your thigh, his thumb tracing gentle circles on you. "You're still so cute when you're flustered," he whispered, causing your heart to beat faster. You looked at your watch and your heart rate went from 78 to 105. 

He followed your gaze to your watch and raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in his voice. "Ah, I think my nurse's heart rate just spiked. Perhaps I should take a look at those vitals," he teased. You giggled at his comment, rolling your eyes and placing your hand on top of his. He smiled in satisfaction knowing that he successfully annoyed you. He turned his hand over, intertwining his fingers with yours. He gave your hand a gentle squeeze, his smile growing wider. "I think we're going to have to get your vitals checked more frequently," he whispered, his voice husky with intimacy. You squeezed his hand back looking up at him. “Is that so?” He nodded, his eyes locked on yours, the spark of attraction between you palpable. "Mmhmm," he murmured, his voice low and suggestive. "I think it's necessary for your overall health and well-being," he added, rubbing his thumb against your skin. You couldn’t help but giggle at his playful teasing feeling your heart rate rise again.

Yeosang turned into his driveway, coming to a slow halt, and putting his car in park. He chuckled and leaned in closer to you, whispering against your ear. "I think we're getting close to a diagnosis," he whispered. "You're exhibiting all the classic symptoms of attraction." Your heart was pounding against your chest seeing Yeosang like this. You were so used to seeing him in different ways but this one was entirely new. You liked how he was slowly taking control of you. He wasn’t overly possessive about it but somewhat gentle and playful. He straightened up, his eyes never leaving yours, and he gently brushed a strand of hair behind your ear. His touch sent a shiver down your spine, and you felt your pulse quicken even more. "I think we need to take some further action to treat this condition," he suggested before kissing your cheek. Your cheeks started to flush at his comment, looking up at him shyly. 

He smiled, his eyes sparkling with amusement, and he leaned in closer, his face inches from yours. "Don't worry, I'll be gentle," he whispered, his breath caressing your skin. "I promise to make it a painless procedure," he added causing you to squeeze your thighs together, trying to keep your composure. You both haven’t even got inside the house and you were already flustered by him. Your desire for him grows with every teasing comment. He chuckled, his eyes never leaving yours, and he reached out to gently brush his thumb against your lower lip. "I think we're going to have a very thorough examination," he whispered, his voice sending shivers down your spine. "Shall we proceed?" In this moment you felt like you couldn’t use your words properly. You were shocked at his comment but you nodded in agreement causing him to smile at you playfully. 

He opened his door before running to your side and opening your door, guiding you out of the car. Once you got out he intertwined his fingers with yours, guiding you to the front door. He took out his keys and unlocked the door, opening it swiftly. You were met by the familiar look and smell of the house, making it feel like your second home. As you stepped inside, he followed closely behind, his fingers still intertwined with yours. He closed the door behind him, the sound of the lock clicking into place making you feel a sense of intimacy wash over you. "Welcome home," he said, taking his shoes off at the door. You giggled pulling him in closer and wrapping your arms around his shoulders. “Do I get a housewarming gift?” You said playfully, feeling more comfortable knowing that you were in the comfort of his house and not trapped in the car. 

He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you in closer as he chuckled, his warm breath tickling your ear. "Oh, I think I can arrange something special for you," he whispered, his hands sliding down to rest on the curve of your hips. "But first, let's get you…” His eyes locked onto yours, a mischievous glint sparkling in his gaze. He leaned in, his lips inches from yours, and whispered, "Comfortable." With that, he swept you off your feet, lifting you into his arms as if you weighed nothing. You giggled in excitement as he carried you, your hand resting on his chest as he guided you to his bedroom. He opened the door and he carried you across the threshold of his bedroom. He set you down gently on the bed, his hands lingering on your waist as he gazed at you with an admiring look. "You look lovely in my bed." You couldn’t help but blush at his comment knowing that he had fantasized about taking you on his bed multiple times before. He noticed the flush rising to your cheeks and his smile grew wider, his eyes burning with a soft, tender intensity. "I think it's time for that examination," he whispered, his fingers tracing the curve of your jawline as he leaned in closer. "Is that heart rate of yours still going up?” he questioned looking down at your watch. You instantly nodded your head looking at him with pure desire. You gripped onto his sheets before whispering, “Is there a way you could help me?”

His pupils dilated as he gazed at you. He leaned in closer, his warm breath whispering against your ear. "I think I can prescribe something to help you relax," he whispered, his fingers tracing the edge of your collarbone, causing your breathing to hitch.“I-is there a way that I can pick up the prescription today? I don’t think I can wait any longer,” you breathed, playing along with him, running your hand down his chest. He chuckled low in his throat, his chest vibrating against your hand. "I think I can arrange something," he whispered, his lips brushing against your earlobe. "But first, I need to examine you a bit more thoroughly," he whispered, his fingers sliding beneath the hem of your shirt, his touch sending sparks of electricity through your body. You looked at him with needy eyes as you felt his hand make its way up to your chest, his hand pressing against where your heart would be. He looked at you for a minute before speaking, making you whine with anticipation. “Your beats per minute is still high my love,” he commented, moving his hand down to your boob. His thumb began to trace gentle circles around your nipple, his touch making your head spiral. "I think I need to take your pulse in a few other places."

Your breath hitched and you jumped slightly at the feeling of Yeosang’s thumb touching your nipple. Your eyes started to close slightly as you looked at him with desire and desperation. “S-sangie you’re going to get enough of teasing me like this,” you breathed trying hard to hold back a moan. His thumb continues teasing circles around your sensitive peak. "Oh, my love, I'm just getting started," he purred, his other hand sliding down your stomach to the waistband of your scrubs. "And I want to make sure I cover all the vital areas." Your eyes grew wide as you felt his fingers trail down and lightly tease the skin under your panties. This feeling started to become too much for you, making your core clench. He chuckled as he continued his explorations. "It seems you're quite reactive," he observed, his fingers slipping beneath the fabric to stroke the soft, heated flesh beneath. "I think I need to take a closer look at the problem area." You whimpered and grabbed onto his arm feeling an overwhelming amount of pleasure in multiple areas. He starts to glide his fingers against your soaked core causing you to finally moan. 

He groaned at the sound of your moan, his fingers delving deeper, stroking through the slick evidence of your arousal. “So- wet already," he murmured, his thumb finding your sensitive clit and circling it gently. "I'd say this requires immediate attention.” “Yeosang please-,” you breathed looking at him with half-lidded eyes, not truly knowing what you were begging for. His eyes darkened with lust and he bit down on his lower lip. "Please, what, my dear?" he whispered, his thumb still rubbing circles on your sensitive bud while his other thumb was caressing your nipple. "Tell me what you need, and I'll give it to you." You whined softly, gripping his arm tighter. “Please-“ you begged again, not being able to utter any words.

He leaned in close, his lips brushing against your ear as he breathed, "If you don’t tell me what you want baby I’ll stop.” You felt your cheeks turn hot at his subtle demand, your fingers gripping tighter onto his arm. “Don’t stop…” you pleaded, looking into his eyes. His gaze locked onto yours, softly biting onto his lower lip. "Don't stop what, baby? Tell me what you need, and I'll give it to you." He emphasized his point by stilling his fingers, leaving you aching for his touch. You looked at him shyly, feeling slightly embarrassed by how good he was making you feel and how responsive you were being. He sensed your neediness, his fingers resuming their gentle strokes. "Shh, don't be shy," he whispered, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine. "You're safe with me. I only want to make you feel good." 

“Yeosang, can you please make love to me?” You expressed your voice in a low whisper. His eyes locked onto yours, a spark of desire igniting in his depths. He stopped moving his fingers against your sensitive bud and peak and leaned in, his lips brushing against yours in a soft tender kiss. "I've been waiting to hear those words, baby," he whispered, his voice filled with restraint. "Are you sure you're ready for this?" You paused thinking about his question. You haven’t been in a relationship in a while and Yeosang was going to be the first man in years that you have given yourself to. Your desires and fantasies of Yeosang were finally coming true but in a sense, you were scared of being hurt. You knew for sure that Yeosang wouldn’t do anything to hurt you so you gave into your temptations, caressing his arm and kissing him slowly. “I’m ready,” you breathed, staring into his eyes. His gaze never wavered, his eyes burning with intensity as he searched for any sign of hesitation. Seeing only conviction, he nodded slowly, his lips curling into a gentle smile. "I'll take care of you," he whispered, his words sending a thrill through you. 

“I know you will,” you breathed placing your hand on his cheek and pulling him in closer, pressing your foreheads together to show a sign of trust. “I’m yours Yeosang,” you whispered placing a passionate kiss on his lips. You felt his hand trail up to the hem of your shirt, tugging at it softly. You broke the kiss for a second as Yeosang lifted your shirt above your head, your necklace he gifted you falling onto your chest causing a soft smile to show on Yeosang’s face. “I’m yours, y/n.” he breathed, his hands gripping your thighs. "I'll always be yours, and you'll always be mine," he murmured, his voice filled with emotion.

You felt yourself melting under his touch and words, causing you to wrap your arms around his shoulders pulling him in for another kiss. He obliged, deepening the kiss as his hands roamed your back. His fingers grazed your skin, leaving trails of fire wherever they touched. He moaned softly, the sound vibrating against your lips as he pulled you closer, his body pressed against yours. Your hands moved their way to his v-line, rubbing it softly before curling your fingertips around the hem of his turtleneck. A low groan escaped him as your fingers brushed against his sensitive skin. He tilted his head, giving you better access as you slowly tugged his shirt up, exposing his chest. His skin was smooth and warm to the touch, and you felt his breath hitch as your fingers danced over his collarbones.

You started to rub your fingertips up and down his body, looking up at him and watching his reactions to your touch. His stomach tightened as you trailed your fingers over his skin. He was slightly whimpering as your fingertips made intimate contact with him. You moved your hands up, grazing over his chest before running down his arms to his hands. You moved his hands to your scrubs, wanting him to undress you further. He whispered your name, his voice barely audible, as his hands hesitated for a moment before grasping the hem of your scrubs. You moved up your hips slightly from the bed allowing him to slide them off of you. As he pulled the scrubs down, his fingers moved against your skin. He tossed the garment aside, his eyes never leaving yours, and then his gaze slowly trailed down your body, taking in every inch of you. His breath caught, and he whispered, "You're beautiful." Yeosang’s compliment caused you to blush slightly. He stepped closer to you, reaching out to gently brush a few strands of hair out of your face before leaning in to brush his lips against yours in a soft kiss. 

“And you’re extremely handsome,” you murmured against the kiss trailing your hands down to his belt, unbuckling it. You felt him moan against you as you unbuttoned his pants and unzipped them. “I’ve been waiting for this for so long Sangie,” you confessed, tugging down at his pants and letting them fall to the ground. He groaned, his lips parting from yours as he looked down at you with a burning intensity. His eyes seemed to flash with desire as he looked at your face, his chest heaving with rapid breaths. He stepped out of his pants, his eyes never leaving yours, and kicked them aside. 

You bit your lip seeing his change in demeanor, seeing how he was fighting the urge to tear your remaining clothes off and ruin you on the spot. But instead of doing that, he was allowing you to guide the whole situation just to make sure you were comfortable. You grabbed his hands and placed them on your thighs. He started to rub gently, his eyes following your every move. You reached behind your back and unhooked your bra causing your straps to loosen on your shoulders. His breath started to become hitched as you removed the bra from your chest, exposing yourself to him. His eyes widened, and his hands stilled on your thighs as he took in the sight of your bare chest. His fingers dug gently into your skin as if trying to anchor himself. He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down, and his fingers twitched with restraint. He looked up at you, his eyes burning with desire, and whispered, "So perfect- you're absolutely perfect," his voice thick with longing. You could tell he couldn't resist anymore, leaning forward to capture one of your nipples between his lips, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud as his hands moved up to cup your breasts, thumbs grazing over your other nipple.

You felt the sensation run through your body causing you to gasp his name. You ran your fingers through his hair pushing him closer to your chest. He moaned softly against your nipple, the vibration sending intoxicating sensations throughout your body. He sucked gently, his tongue laving over your nipple as his hands kneaded the soft flesh of your boob. He was lost in the taste and feel of you, his need to possess and claim you growing with every passing moment. You continued to moan in ecstasy, feeling your soaking wet core start to throb. 

His lips released your nipple, it wet from his saliva. He looked up at you with lust-filled eyes as his large hands slid down your body, fingers dancing over your skin, teasing and caressing. He reached the apex of your thighs and gently pushed your legs apart, looking at your soaked panties. “Fuck baby…” he breathed at the sight of you, his dick twitching against the fabric of his boxers. He placed himself between your legs and wrapped his arms around your waist, lifting you. In response, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders as he moved you further up the bed. He hovered over you and placed kisses on your neck as his hand rubbed your thigh gently. “I love you baby,” he breathed against your neck before trailing kisses down to your chest, stomach, and thigh. “I love you too,” you moaned, feeling his breath close to your heated core.

His fingers hooked into the waistband of your panties and slowly slid them down, exposing your glistening, swollen pussy to his hungry gaze. He groaned low in his throat at the sight, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. "You're so wet for me already.” You whined looking at him, “Only for you Yeosang.” He groaned at your response, dipping his head and placing a soft, open-mouthed kiss on your core, his warm breath fanning over your sensitive flesh. You felt him lick a slow, sensual path from your entrance to your clit, swirling his tongue around the bud before sucking it gently into his mouth. You gasped eagerly followed by a broken moan feeling the sensation of him rapidly sucking on your swollen clit. His mouth moved in a fervent rhythm, sucking and licking with increasing intensity. His hands gripped your thighs, holding you open to his hungry mouth as he reveled in the taste and scent of you. “S-sangie!” You groaned, reaching down and pressing his head further down on top of your core. 

“Don’t stop.” You begged, pulling your legs up further into the air. He obliged, hooking your knees over his shoulders, opening you wider to his greedy mouth. His tongue delved deeper, thrusting inside you as his thumb ran circles against your clit, the dual sensations driving you closer to the edge. He moaned against your pussy, the vibrations adding to your overwhelming pleasure. You threw your head back in ecstasy, your fingers grasping onto his hair gently as you felt him please you. Your head started to spiral as you felt his other hand reach for your boob, his middle finger flicking your hardened nipple. A guttural moan escaped your lips feeling everything being touched at the same time. You were embarrassingly close just from him touching you like this for only a couple of minutes.

He could feel your walls clenching around his tongue, your juices coating his face as he ate you out. Your hand gripped onto his forearm and the other gripped onto the sheets. You were moaning loudly the sound echoing through the room. “Yeosang… so close…” you expressed feeling your core twitch. He increased the pace, his tongue delving deeper, his thumb flicking faster over your swollen clit, coaxing your orgasm to the surface. He could feel your body tensing, your pussy spasming around his tongue. “Yeosang! Fuck!” you moaned loudly feeling the knot in your stomach pop causing you to release all over his mouth. He lapped up every drop of your release, his tongue gently soothing your sensitive core. Your legs started to shake as you rode out your high, Yeosang continuing to rub your sensitive clit slowly with his thumb. Once your trembling eased, he slowly released your legs from his shoulders, pressing gentle kisses to your inner thighs before crawling up your body to capture your lips in a deep, passionate kiss. You pressed your tongue into his mouth, tasting your sweet juices on his tongue. You moaned into the kiss, biting his bottom lip in desperation. 

He groaned into the kiss, his hands roaming your curves as he devoured your mouth, his own desire growing at the taste of you on his lips. He broke the kiss, his breath ragged, his eyes dark with lust as he looked down at you. "I need to be inside you baby." Your heart rate quickens at his words, feeling like you are going to explode at the thought of Yeosang being deep inside you and finally stretching you out. “Please…” you plead, looking up at him with half-lidded eyes. “Are you sure? Is that okay?” He asked for reassurance and consent to ensure you were 100% sure you wanted him. 

You slid your hand on his side and down to the fabric of his boxers, continuing to make intimate eye contact with him. His breath started to become rigged at the feeling of your fingertips on his skin. You trailed your hand down to his hard member pressed against his boxers. Tracing his shaft with your fingertips, feeling how thick he was. He moaned slightly as he felt your palm press against his length, making his twitch against your hand. “Take them off.” You whispered watching his eyes darken at your request. He sat up and curled his fingers around the hem of his boxers, pulling them down slowly as he looked at you. 

He watched your reaction as you saw his dick spring out, smirking at your wide eyes. Without hesitation, you grabbed onto his dick and started to pump him up and down causing him to involuntarily buck into your hand. “And Sangie I’m 100% sure I want you inside me.” Yeosang threw his head back at your words, a groan coming from him as you continued to stroke him. Your thumb ran circles against his tip, rubbing his precum across it as you whispered, “Please fuck me.” He leaned down, claiming your lips once more in a searing kiss, his tongue twirling with yours as he guided the broad head of his cock to your entrance, teasing you. "Tell me you want this, baby. Tell me you need my cock inside you." You looked at him with pleading eyes and whined, “Yes Yeosang please.” Your fantasies almost being satisfied made your core throb. 

At your desperate plea, he slowly pushed forward, the head of his cock entering your entrance. You felt your core desperately clench around his tip, your body going into shock at the feeling of him. He paused for a moment, giving you time to adjust to the sensation of his thick girth stretching you out. "You feel so tight, baby," he whimpered, his voice strained. You felt him ball up the sheets near your head. You watched him shut his eyes, his eyebrows scrunching together from the feeling of you wrapped around his swollen tip. You saw him struggling to keep it together so you reached up and caressed his cheek, looking into his eyes passionately. “You can go deeper Sangie,” you cooed, kissing his lips gently. With a deep breath, he began to push in further, his hips rocking slowly as he worked his length deeper into your heat. You threw your head back as you felt his dick fill up your soaked core. The sheets crumpled as his grip tightened, a low groan escaping him as he savored the incredible feeling of your body accommodating his. "So good, baby," he groaned, kissing you gently. Yeosang moaned with pleasure as you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer inside of you wanting to feel him fill you up more with his dick. Your inner muscles were gripping his cock desperately tight as he thrust in a bit harder, his hips undulating as he sought the perfect angle for maximum pleasure. "You're so fucking perfect like this," he whimpered.  

You could sense that Yeosang was becoming a bit more eager with every slow and rough thrust. You were losing control as you gently clawed onto his side, your breathing hitched and rigged. You could see in his eyes that he wanted to ruin you. All those times you have come to his house he has imagined you like this. Your loving eyes locked onto his, your eyelids fluttering closed, your mouth open slightly causing your desperate moans to escape, and your hands gripping onto him as he rammed into you. You could tell he was losing control but he wanted to respect you and go at your pace. “Oh yeosang,” you breathed. Hearing you moan his name like a plea drove Yeosang to the brink. He leaned down to capture your lips in a passionate, open-mouthed kiss, his tongue delving deep as he continued to thrust in long, deep strokes.

Your hand trailed to the back of his head, your fingers running through his hair. You were in heaven and lost complete control of your body. You started to grind against his deep thrust, wanting him further inside of your soaked core. “Just like that,” you moaned as his dick kissed your cervix with every slow thrust. Yeosang groaned into your mouth, his hips snapping forward as he hit that perfect spot inside you. He could feel your walls fluttering and clenching around his throbbing cock, the sensation driving him wild. He broke the kiss, panting as he gazed into your lust-filled eyes. 

"I love you,” he breathed, making your heart melt. “I love you too, forever,” you expressed, smiling softly. He smiled back, lifting his body and looking down at you while he kept his slow deep pace. He was looking at how perfect you looked like this. Your hands above your head, your legs spread, your boobs bouncing from each thrust. the way his dick was sliding in and out of you, his dick completely drenched in your juices. You watched as he grabbed onto your thighs and started to thrust into you faster. You threw your head back and moaned in ecstasy. Your walls started to clench tighter around him. 

Yeosang's pace intensified, his hips snapping forward in a relentless rhythm as he pounded into you. The sight of your pleasure-drunk expression, the way your body accepted him so completely, was too much for him to resist. Your whiny moans filled the room and bounced off the walls causing them to echo throughout the house. "Look at me," he demanded, his voice strained with need. You looked up at him, your eyes slightly fluttering closed as you tried to keep your composure. Yeosang's gaze locked onto yours, his eyes burning with intensity as he took in every detail of your face. He could see the struggle to maintain control, the battle to keep your senses from being overwhelmed by the pleasure coursing through your body. Yeosang's eyes flared with desire as he watched you lose yourself in pleasure, your body responding so eagerly to his increasingly forceful thrusts. He gripped your thighs harder, using the leverage to pound into you, the headboard slamming against the wall with each deep penetration. "Ah, yes... like that... " your voice aching with desire, your words punctuated by ragged breaths as he thrusted deeper into your needy core. His eyes never left yours as he watched your reaction to his intense lovemaking. 

You felt Yeosang’s hand trail from your waist to your core. Your eyes snapped open as you felt Yeosang's thumb apply gentle yet firm pressure to your clit, his fingers dancing across the sensitive bundle of nerves as he watched you teeter on the brink of orgasm. You moaned in desperation feeling both parts of you being pleased at the same time. Yeosang had you in his grasp and he wasn’t letting go of you. Filling you up with his dick repeatedly and hitting your sweet spot was enough to pull you over the edge. But now that he had his fingers massaging your clit you were close to releasing around him. You could feel your walls fluttering around him, the rhythmic squeeze of your inner muscles urging him to bring you over the edge. He intensified his efforts, rubbing your clit with firm, circular motions as he continued to thrust into you, chasing your pleasure with single-minded focus. "Come for me, my love," he groaned, watching you become undone. 

You threw your head back once again and shut your eyes. A guttural moan escaped your lips as you clenched around him and started to come. Your walls were spazzing around his dick and you started to yell out Yeosang’s name. You felt an overwhelming flood of pleasure as he continued to thrust into you, his fingers moving faster against your clit. “Sangie, you're about to make me-,” Before you could finish your sentence you squirt. Yeosang's eyes widened as he watched the intense pleasure overcome you, his thrusts faltering for a moment as he took in the sight of your release. The sight of your juices squirting from your core, coating his hand, dick, and stomach, sent a jolt of satisfaction through him. “Oh my fucking god Yeosang!” you screamed in pleasure as he kept thrusting into you. Your legs started to shake involuntarily as he overstimulated your throbbing core.

"Ah, my dear so responsive," Yeosang groaned, his hips moving in a relentless rhythm as you felt your climax wreck your body. He could barely hold on to his control, the sensation of your inner walls clenching around him, milking him with each spasm, pushing him closer to the edge. "You feel so good, baby. I'm going to-” You grabbed onto his arm as you watched his eyes close shut and felt his grip on your thigh tighten. “Cum deep inside me my love,” you whispered gently, letting your words be a soft invitation for him to claim you as 100% his. Yeosang's eyes fluttered open, a fierce, almost feral expression on his face as he met your gaze. With a low, guttural moan, he plunged deep inside you, his cock pulsing as you felt him release his seed in hot, spurting jets. He was struggling to hold himself up so he leaned down and pressed his lips against yours. Continuing to coat your walls with his cum. "Ahhh, my love," he whimpered, still feeling his orgasm at a high. 

“That’s it baby.” You murmured against his lips, running your hands through his hair. As Yeosang broke the kiss, he kept his lips pressed against yours, his breaths coming in harsh gasps as he tried to calm his racing heart. He stayed buried deep inside you, his softening cock still pulsing occasionally, sending tiny waves of pleasure through your sensitive core. “Are you okay Sangie?” You asked looking into his eyes, your hands rubbing his flustered cheeks. You saw Yeosang's cheeks turn a deep shade of pink at your gentle caress and concerned inquiry, his eyes darting away shyly. He cleared his throat, trying to compose himself, his voice slightly raspy when he spoke. "I-I'm more than alright, my dear.” You giggled softly at his shy demeanor. Like he didn’t just fuck you hard until you squirted. “Good, that was amazing my love.” You cooed, pressing a tender kiss on his lips. Yeosang's face flamed even brighter, his eyes fluttering closed as he savored the tender kiss. You felt a soft, besotted smile spread across his face, and he whispered back, his voice barely audible, "You're amazing too, my love."

“I love you Sangie,” you said caressing his back. Yeosang's smile grew, and he wrapped his arms around you, holding you close as he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck. "I love you too, my darling," he whispered, his voice filled with emotion. You sighed in contentment, feeling completely loved by Yeosang. Your heart swelled as you felt him give you soft kisses against your neck in appreciation. 

“Now what about that bulgogi?” You questioned causing you both to bust out laughing. Yeosang's laughter was music to your ears, his joy infectious as he pulled back to gaze at you with sparkling eyes. "Ah, yes, the bulgogi!" he exclaimed, still chuckling. "I think it's safe to say that it's been thoroughly forgotten." You giggled at his comment, rubbing your hand against his arm. “Eh fuck it, if the meat marinades longer it just means it will taste better right?” Yeosang's eyes crinkled at the corners as he grinned, his face still flushed from their lovemaking. "I think that's a brilliant culinary philosophy, my love," he said, his voice filled with amusement. 

“We can have round two after we eat,” you giggled mischievously, running circles along his arm. You watched Yeosang’s eyes grow wide and his ears start to turn pink. Without warning Yeosang pulled himself out of you. He looked down and saw his cum escaping your core instantly getting him hard again. You couldn’t help but giggle at his frantic movements as he hurried off the bed to the bathroom to grab a towel. He started to wipe the mess off of you. He kissed your forehead and picked you up in his arms. “Let’s go eat quickly.” He chuckled causing you to chuckle at his anticipation of coming back in this room and fucking you again. 

[mixelation]

What does the working relationship with hiruzen and Minato look like after the Tori murder attempt (seems like being an anbu in hiruzens office whenever they have to talk after it would be the most stressful thing)

excellent question. i'm not sure how i want to develop it exactly, but minato's overall character arc is that he doesn't actually like spending time in konoha. hiraishin means he can just go anywhere he wants, and there's more exciting places out there. he prefers being on missions, and the people he might go to konoha to spend time with are largely also on missions. in canon he'd have his romance with kushina to keep him tied to konoha, but in async they're instead close friends and his wifeguy energies are directed at your local semi-nomadic scam artist. so he's already sort of divorced from konoha as a place

leading up to the murder attempt, hiruzen first attempts to get him in line by giving him a genin team (minato enjoys this) and then when he doesn't get in line, starts overworking him. tori interprets this as "konoha is trying to kill you, idiot" but minato is like "noooo they just need meeeee" and TBH it's a little of both. the tori murder attempt makes his view of konoha leadership sours & he's more inclined to believe tori's hypothesis

i think maybe the murder attempt makes more sense if the plan was to frame someone else. at first i was thinking it'd be a "be more obedient, bc we can and WILL take away your loved ones" type of message, but i'm not actually sure that move makes..... sense? the genin are pretty expendable people that minato has imprinted on, so they could be used against him, but also you have to be VERY confident you've read Minato's personality right and you're not about to make a missing-nin. so maybe the plan was instead to murder tori and then make it seem like some other ninja did it, in order to pull a "you see why you need to dedicate yourself more to konoha?" kind of move. either way, they get caught immediately

i want the murder attempt to be a major ideological turning point for minato, but i'm not sure what his short term move would be because i think he'd be hesitant to actually abandon konoha (or more specifically, his team, kushina, jiraiya). i might kill his old genin teammates to help shift his mood without killing anyone the readers actually care about. also part of his character arc is he just defers more and more to tori's plans so TBH he might just do what tori tells him*

tori: okay hear me out. this is what i would do in this situation. just go back to konoha and act like nothing happened. it will drive them insane but they can't say anything to you without admitting what they did. and you can keep your little genin team

jiraiya: that is a terrible idea

minato: no, no. i like this. tell me more

*minato doesn't just do what she says for the sake of doing what she says. however he does slowly join the tori logic train and is like "but this plan makes sense--"