#remember when he was perfect. when the sun rose and set with him. when you adored him

[avallachs]

if i don’t think about isobel’s letter to ketheric at least once a day i die (but also i die when i think about it too)

[dekariosclan]

Choices

Tav, remembering the first time they came upon a corrupted portal, and chose to free a wizard from it.

Tav, remembering how the wizard said, “Hello! I’m Gale of Waterdeep,” with such warmth and affection, such a sweet smile, that they were powerless to choose anything other than to have him join the party.

Tav, remembering the weeks after, of Gale slowly opening up to them. Of Gale offering approval on Tav’s toughest choices, even when others in the team were critical. Of Gale offering his hand when he was at his most vulnerable, to show Tav the horrors inside of him. Of Gale offering to help Tav conjure the Weave, to show them the beauty inside of him, too.

Tav, remembering the first time Gale confessed his love for them, when he conjured illusions of the night sky; an aurora borealis; a recreation of his home in Waterdeep; and a breathtaking view of Waterdeep itself.

Tav, remembering how Gale then offered a choice: to make love amongst the stars as the Gods do, or to make love in the ‘old ways,’ on a four-poster bed amidst the sound of their own hurried breaths and low murmurs of lust.

Tav, remembering how Gale chose to do all of that for someone whom he’d only just fallen for, and how he’d implied that it was not his best effort, saying: “If things were different, if we were home, I’d have taken the time to do things properly. To say it all better. But time is short.”

That was then.

Now, the Absolute has been defeated, and Tav and Gale are finally able to choose their own fate: Return to Waterdeep? Stay in Baldur’s Gate and rebuild? Go off adventuring? In the end, the choice they make hardly seems to matter—so long as they’re together.

Gale’s orb is either removed by Mystra or quieted by his own contentment. He is eager to become Tav’s husband. He loves Tav more than he’s ever loved anyone, mortal or immortal. He is happier than he has ever been in his entire life.

And now, on their wedding night, Tav remembers his words from their first night together; remembers that now he does have the time to do things properly…and wonders what he will choose to do with that time.

He chooses to be overflowing with joy, to start. Every declaration of love whispered in Tav’s ear ends with ‘don’t you agree, Mister Dekarios?’/‘what do you think, Missus Dekarios?’ or Gale simply lifting Tav’s hand to his lips for a kiss. Reveling in the sight of his ring on Tav’s finger.

As he leads Tav to the bedroom door, there are rose petals scattered on the ground leading up to it. But when Gale ‘My-Grand-Gestures-of-Romance-Can-Never-Be-Grand-Enough’ Dekarios opens the door, it’s not to reveal a bed covered in roses; instead it’s a whole field of roses, with a clear path to the bed in the center. Tav can see the sun setting in the most beautiful sky they have ever seen, casting a romantic peach-hued light over everything. There’s a picnic spread with food and wine and cheese and so many dessert options it puts their wedding catering to shame. There’s a lake that Tav already knows will be the perfect temperature for skinny dipping. And of course, next to the bed—one so luxurious the previous four-poster bed seems forgettable—there’s a pile of books. Many are collections of romantic poetry, but there’s other, more intriguing titles as well. Titles about pleasure and positions and astral lovemaking. It’s so incredible it’s almost too much for Tav to take in.

But most wonderful of all is just Gale standing in front of Tav, his eyes radiating love as he holds their hand. “Well, my dear?” He asks softly. “Where do you want to start?” He waves a hand at the scene in front of them. “Choose,” he encourages them with a smile.

And Tav, in awe of this man, his creativity, his talents and his unmatched heart, fully intends to sample everything he’s done—but the very first thing they choose to do is wrap their arms around him, claim his mouth in a hungry kiss, and pull him to the ground right there. Bed be damned.

Gale’s laughter against Tav’s lips, as he returns their kiss with his own matching fervor, lets Tav know they chose correctly.

On all counts.

[starks-hero]

Praise Worthy

Pairing: sub!Steven Grant x f!Reader

Summary: You accidentally call Steven your ‘good boy’ and he loses his goddamn mind.

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: 18+ smut, minors dni, praise kink, sub!Steven, dom!reader, handjob, referenced oral (m receiving), p in v, overstimulation, some dirty talk, slight choking kink if you squint really really hard, includes some inspiration from this ask

a/n: I'm still a whore for Steven Grant apparently but this is really soft

He was so pretty like this.

Laid out beneath you, his olive body a gorgeous contrast to the bleakness of the bed cloths. His arm was bent at the elbow, hand brushing the side of his head, and his eyes blown with a combination of admiration and love. If it weren't for the fact that you were already straddled over his waist the look would have sent you to your knees.

His hair was tousled, curls falling against his brow and he adorably jerked his head to keep it from his eyes.

You couldn't quite believe he was yours.

With slow, deliberate movements, your fingers brushed his temple and traced his skin until you reached the sharp dropoff of his jaw. You stroked back along the defined feature, Steven smiling as you did. His dimples deepened and his eyes crinkled at the corners when you swiped your thumb across his cheeks blushing warmth.

“What are you doing?” He asked timidly.

You shrug somewhat dismissively, as if the answer was the most obvious thing in the world. “You're so beautiful.” You kissed his lips. “And I want to remember you like this. Want to commit all of you to memory.”

He turned his head to hide his burning cheeks and flustered smile and you were amazed by his ability to be so humble. To be surprised at the idea of you finding him so desirable. Your hand found his jaw and guided his gaze back to yours. His eyes darkened.

You did an admirable job of masking your shock as he tilted his head and gently took your thumb into his mouth. You pressed against the soft pad of his tongue and he whimpered. It was difficult not to when you were looking at him like he was the reason the sun rose every day.

“Shit Steven...” you breathed and his cheeks hollowed. He released your thumb with a pop, a lewd string of spit trailing after it.

Tracing your hand back down his neck to the plain of his chest, you watched the hardened muscles ripple against your touch. Steven managed a shuddering breath. A whine followed each exhale, a delicious sound that caught in his throat.

“That's it, love,” you praised. “You sound so pretty.”

You drew circles against his hips before finally taking him in your hand. His head fell back against the pillow, his back arching off the bed as he bucked into your palm. The sound he made was sinful.

“Gods, you're perfect.”

You kept your movements deft, tightening your grasp with each stroke. Your other hand remained in his hair, chocolate curls winding around your fingers like fine twine. With a careful tug, his eyebrows knit together and his mouth fell slack.

“Please– please, d-don't stop. Please... ”

“I won't, I won't,” you promised. “Not when you're being so good for me.” Your hand fell to his throat, giving an experimental squeeze. He responded so beautifully to your touch. Each moan, each whimper of your name filled you with a sense of divinity. He was yours. All yours. “My good boy.”

Steven gasped. His body tensed beneath you and your hand stilled. It took a few seconds for your own words to catch up with you. A combination of embarrassment and utter mortification set in once they did.

You pulled back enough to catch a glimpse of Steven's reaction and found his eyes already trained on you. His mouth parted slightly, lips glistening and of course you thought of him like that. Of course those words sprung to mind. How could they not when he was so obedient, so responsive, so good.

Intimacy was something you were introducing Steven to slowly. You didn't want to overwhelm him. Didn't want to push your own desires. And you'd been so careful to not let anything slip. But now–

“Shit, Steven I–”

“Call me that again.”

Your eyes widened. “What?”

“Call... call me that again.” His voice was painfully sweet and shy and hoarse from pleasure. You swore there were tears in his eyes. “Please.”

“It doesn't bother you? I know it's not something we've discussed–”

Frantically he shook his head. His hands reached for you, grasping at the swell of your shoulders. “No, no I want to be yours, wanna be your good boy, please–”

His words were the single most liberating thing you'd ever heard. It was as if a switch was flipped.

You nodded at his request, then, you pulled his head back. The muscles of his neck tensed beneath already bruising skin. You kissed and nipped at his neck before closing your lips above his pulse. You continued to work him slowly in your hand.

“love, please ah–”

His whole body convulsed beneath you. “Shh, baby, I've got you, I'm going to take care of you, going to make you feel good, okay?”

He nodded breathlessly, lips parting as you quickened your strokes, thumb brushing over his tip. He strung your name together desperately. His release hit him hard and you watched on as his expression twisted in unbridled pleasure.

“That's it, baby, that's it.” You kept working him through his high. “Gods, look at you-”

Your movements didn't stutter nor did your words of praise as you made him come again; with your hands, your mouth, over and over.

He'd become so susceptive that now, even with your hands holding his wrists gently above his head and you mouthing lazy kisses against his neck, you could feel him rut against your thigh, riding out what must be his fourth orgasm.

You pressed your hand down against his chest, thighs on either side of his own. His breath shook with anticipation.

“Is this okay?” You checked in and Steven answered with a quick nod.

“Use your words, love.”

“Yes,” he whimpered. “Yes, just please, please, fuck-” A sob left him as you sunk down on him. The pleasure you felt as he filled you was almost as satisfying as his expression; brows knit together, teeth digging into his bottom lip.

He was a work of art.

“You're so beautiful like this.” You kissed his shoulder as his breathing began to even out, giving him the chance to adjust. Then, you began to slowly roll your hips against his. Steven cried out, his hands (that had, for the most part, obediently stayed where you'd pressed them against the pillow) shot up to grab your hips. Your hand found his throat again and Steven's eyes rolled back in his head.

“L-love, please I–” he managed. You quicked your pace and his hips rutted up to meet you. “Faster.”

With a smirk, you did as he asked. You leaned down to kiss his jaw. “I wish you could see yourself, Steven. See yourself as I see you.” Your nose brushed against his ear. “It's not a bad idea, huh? Maybe I'll try it soon, have you fuck me in front of a mirror so you can see just how stunning you are like this.”

Steven gasped. You could feel his thighs trembling beneath you. “You're so beautiful, baby, so good for me. My love, my good boy.”

Your words once again pushed him over the edge and he clung to you as the pleasure rolled over him in crushing waves.

He panted against your neck, nails leaving small crescents in your skin. With a breathless laugh, you kissed his temple. A few blissful moments passed in silence. Then,

“I know you're tired but you can give me one more, can't you, love?” you encouraged.

Exhaustion was painted over every inch of Steven's body. His eyes pools of chocolate brown now, his skin sleek and hair damp. An occasional tear still trailed down his cheek.

He nodded.

Falling back onto the pillows, it took Steven a long moment to catch his breath.

Quietly, you slipped out from under the covers. In the short time it took you to journey to the bathroom and back, the cool air of the night had already settled against your skin.

Upon your return, you found Steven's body still strewn out across the bed, akin to something you'd seen depicted in age-old paintings of beauty and splendor.

With the washcloth you'd fetched from the bathroom, you took your time to clean both of you up before joining him with a content sigh. His head moved to rest against your shoulder almost instinctively and likewise, you threaded your fingers into his curls. You then trailed your hand down his back, absentmindedly drawing patterns on the plane between his shoulders.

“I enjoyed that,” he confessed eventually and you smiled to yourself. “I– I want you to call me that more often, if that would be alright?”

His voice was shy at the request.

“Trust me, love.” You pacified him with a kiss. “That won't be a problem.”

Thank you for reading! <3

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[dilemmaontwolegs]

FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!

Sorry for the profanity, but i BAWLED at the Bucket list fic😭

I read it when I had some time at work, and i cannot tell you how my heart BROKE!!!! I had to hide my face and wipe my tears because GOD HELP ME i almost choked on them.

Absolutely loved the fic, but can’t help but wish you’d broken our hearts more by letting is witness her last moment with Cha by her side!! Masochistic much??

Adore you and your work so much🥰

- May✨

Great, now I’m crying again. Fuck 😭😭😭

The Bucket List

Charles remembered every second of your last day. For a moment it seemed like you were doing better, you had energy and you got out of bed. You walked to his piano and asked him to play your song, smiling like it was the first time hearing it all over again. He played it until his fingers cramped.

“Can we put the Christmas tree up?” you asked as you looked at the empty corner by the fireplace. It had been forgotten in the week since you returned home, usually it would have been up and decorated on the 1st of December.

Charles didn’t feel like he had much to celebrate this year but he nodded and closed the lid on the piano. “I’ll get it from the loft.” He left with a kiss to your temple and a small smile.

It took longer than it normally did to hang all the baubles and drape the tinsel but you wanted it to be perfect. Charles held the final piece in his hand, a delicate porcelain doll with a gold halo above her head. It was new, one he found that looked just like you and he rose on his toes to reach the top of the tree. “Mon ange.”

You didn’t speak as you took a seat and watched the lights flicker on the tree but he felt connected to you when you placed your hand on his thigh and rested your head on his shoulder.

“I’m tired, Cha,” you said with a yawn. “Will you come and lay down with me?”

“Of course, mon amour.”

Charles helped you as the day came to an end, his arm bearing most of your weight as the energy you had earlier faded with an exhaustion that came from deep inside your soul. You felt no pain as he lifted you onto the bed and went to close the curtains to defend you from the setting sun.

“Will you hold me while I go to sleep?” Your eyes were already getting heavy when the bed dipped on his side and he carefully cradled you to his chest.

“Of course, mon amour.”

You forced your eyes to open just enough to see those gold and green eyes you had fallen for. Your chest was getting heavy, each breath requiring more effort and you closed your eyes to focus on each inhale and exhale.

“I love you, Charles,” you whispered weakly as his warm lips pressed to your forehead.

“I love you too.” Charles felt his universe shatter with the shuddering breath you took before the world fell silent. “Forever and always.”

Click here for Two Years Later.

[alexisomnias]

— CUPID DON'T MISS ME. . . | twst

⤷ you pretend your going to kiss them, then fake out last moment before your lips touch DM: spontaneous post

characters | OVERBLOT BOYS (MINUS IDIA)

RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS

• honestly it was as regular as any other day, riddle was tutoring you for your final exam, while the spring outside was rolling along as it usually does. the sun was high up, shining its light on you both and he couldn't help himself but to stare at your feature while you worked away.

• he did this mindlessly, he doesn't even notice it until he blinked, realizing you were now close up, having leant forward. • right away he blushed, his skin turning a red akin to the paint he puts on his roses as his mind swirled. • he watched you lean in intently, as he freezes up. his mind weighing him down as his thoughts piled up like weights. piling at a pace he couldn't even catch up with. • this was supposed to be studying, supposed to be studying, WE SHOULD BE STUDYING!! *(｀Д´) • despite how his mind screams, his lips just tremble, his mind truly did blank when it came to you, vulnerability seeping through, into the something he only wished to define as love. • he thinks your lips will land, fully expecting the warmth of your lips on his so his mind sets off an alarmed confusion for when he blinks out an eye and sees you leaning back giggling. • his stomach churns with anger (and perhaps disappointment?) as you laugh. • "OFF WITH YOUR HEAD !!!" • the study session was awkward after that, but riddle wouldn't, couldn't deny how often his own eyes begun to drift to your lips.

✎ LEONA KINGSCHOLAR

• it was a pretty normal afternoon, you were hanging around leona in the botanical garden. the day was average looking, and in reality its no different from any other of the times you've hanged around leona, except for the fact he was actually awake this time. • no active conversations at all really, you'd state an opinion or narrate about something you saw and leona would either open an eye or make a noise of acknowledgment. • for now you've stayed silent for a while, and leona was beginning to get curious. he could catch on to the sounds of movement or pace, so curiosity peaked he opens both eyes to glance over at you. • what he did not expect to see was you being so close. he could feel a bit of warmth latch to his face (whether from nerves, or from your breath is the question), though his composure was not shaken as you begun to lean in. • a smug grin reached his face watching you lean forward, oh he dreamt of this for sure, letting you lean forward he shut his eyes to accept your lips. • when your breath hovered, he begun to grow impatient as he opened his eyes. hearing you laugh mischievous and back off from him left him feeling undone. • he let out a noise (perhaps a growl..?) of distain, and leant up and grabbed you by the cuff of your shirt before you could really get off and move back out of reach, pulling you into a kiss, the kiss you never finished. • "Haven't you heard of not poking the predator?" • your mischief this time seemed to backfire, but in the best way possible.

✎ AZUL ASHENGROTTO

• you don't really remember the exact reason why azul called you to his office, so while he rambled about whatever the actual reason he called you over was, you stared at his features bored. there must be something you can do to politely get him to shut his pretty mouth without using words, right? • the monstros lounge lightening hit his pallete perfect, the blue reflecting off his silver hair and beautiful eyes perfectly. •  azul catches on to the grin arising on your face, and he clues in that you weren't listening at all, his brows furrow and his eyes narrow annoyed. • "were you even listening, you know it's incr- what are you doing!?" • the sudden pitch in his voice leaves a sense of accomplishment as you lean in close, using his (messy) desk to forward you more, and hold you up, you lean in close to his face. • to azul it seemed like a century as wordless stutters leave his tongue and his eyes frantically search everywhere without a direction. from your eyes, your lips, your nose, any distinctive features he sees, and were you always so ethereal!? • his entire body flushes over and it almost makes him look like a raw fish. • his eyes waver as you stop right in front of his face and his mind runs debating on whether he should lean first or you, and then his breath hitches once you back off. • he blinks softly before yelling, how dare you play around with me like that! • you can see why the leech twins enjoy getting under his skin so often, his face under the business mask is quite cute.

✎ JAMIL VIPER

• having you visit him during class at his desk became common for jamil, during your break time, showing up to his class and taking a seat on his desk as you ramble to him about whatever happened during class, positive or negative. • something that has become of schedule since the last school year, and jamil can admit it to himself (but not to others) that this arrangement of you visiting him makes him feel content, its nice to be sought after (even if he's not moving). • honestly he was expecting the regular, you show up, talk, then leave. • so why are you leaning in so close?! • jamil has enough mind to not lose composure, but he can't ignore the fast beat in his heart and how heavy his breath got as you move in your face close to his. • he fully expects a kiss, and who would he be to deny?  • he didn't expect you to pull back last second, the call of the bell not too long after • he chooses (tries) to ignore your handsomely beautiful, yet puckish laughter as you rush out of the class with a wave. • he feels a wave of embarrassment brush over him as you leave, he's normally pretty composed, but the staring eyes (there were none, nobody in that class cared enough), and the fact that he wanted to kiss you leave him losing his cool, and in an attempt to redeem he pulls his hood over his head and lays his head into his arms patterning his breaths.

✎ VIL SCHOENHEIT

• vil schoenheit was no stranger to looks, looks of admiration, or lust. he received all with dignity from whatever fan of his he came across. picture perfect beauty for the camera he is known. • so for him to let someone in his life see the side of him that's not covered in makeup is a privilege, and yet he still doesn't for exactly know why it is you that is that special someone. • really you should know better, know well enough how to dress yourself in an neatly way, and yet here he is fixing your tie, and patting down your uniform. • a light scolding he leaves. one for you too remember, so admittedly when he catches you distracted by something, he's a bit irritate. • when he finds you slanting towards him, in a slow manner (it seems like forever) he's admittedly a bit shocked, but yet not against what's possible mixing in your head. he watches your eyes close intently, never losing his composure. sure his gaze might've drifted once or twice himself, vil knows a beauty when he see's one for sure. • and you happened to be the one in a million he sees. • vil himself does not close his eyes, his eyelashes instead fluttering down as he observes your expression, he devotedly looks to you as your face moves in front of his. a light flush catching his skin, completely opposing his calm state of mind as his own breath turns weighted and hot. his lips part ready to capture yours, but instead his eyes capture the slight tilt up in your lips. • his eyes narrow as he see's your eyes open, a teasing glint in yours, and he most definitely won't have that. • his hands clutch against your uniform as in a rough yet so delicate manner his lips mesh against yours. he feels your surprise seep into his skin, and he's left satisfied as he parts. • "Next time, have some confidence in what you wish to take, even if it is the act of stealing my breath away."

✎ MALLEUS DRACONIA

• listening to malleus talk was always relaxing you find, from how smooth and clear his voice is, to the tone of which he says it. such a shame, you only really see him before your due to head off to bed (though must admit, would you really head to bed on time?) • the moon was nigh to the middle of the sky, as the tall draconia rambled off to you about the different types of gargoyles found around NRC, every nook and cranny he could find a gargoyle in. you began to wonder whether malleus has ever played hidden mickey, knowing how many he's found so far. • you stare off, tiredness seeping into your figure as his words begin to jumble. you decided to leave him a surprise before calling off, "malleus, can you lean down for a moment?" • malleus lets out a small noise, sounding similar to a hum as he does so, a bit confused as his brows crease and face turns to curiosity. • you lean forward, towards the tall fae, your lips parting as malleus stays still, and if you looked a bit harder you could see him tense as he watches you lean closer in a mix of tension and interest. • you lean in, right in front of his face before singularly letting out a hot breath before giggling and leaning back, before you could wave him goodnight, you heard his voice echo. • "Are you really going to leave me here without pulling through?" • malleus draconia, future king of briar valley always gets what he wants, and currently he wants you to finish what you started, so now dear, where's his goodnight kiss?

[my313]

instagram bf!beomgyu 🐻📷

now playing 𝄞₊⊹ love - rocco

⋆ pairing: bf!beomgyu x f!reader

⋆ warnings/themes: fluff, pda, paris trip w gyu, has some insta story pics, suggestive at the end but not rly?, i love writing cute whipped men beomgyu will not be exempt!!!!

a/n: only a few days until cb!! so have this hehe <3 been thinking abt it since he opened his insta acc .. and the amount of pics hes taken for user page.soobin!!! me 🤝 beomu photographer agenda

your friends compliment how well your paris pictures turned out, gushing about how they can tell you’re glowing even through their phone screens. one of them even asks how you smile so genuinely. your colleague asks how your candids look picture-perfect, as if the sun knew when to kiss your skin, or when the moon illuminated the swell of your cheeks, and especially as if the camera just knew when to shoot.

there is no magic to your pictures, but you have something — rather, someone — quite close.

your boyfriend of many years, choi beomgyu, had always had a knack for making things appear more beautiful in his capable, calloused hands. though, if he heard you now, he’d give you a scolding, “the camera just captures your beauty. it’s not any of my doing, babe.”

maybe that’s a half-truth, but you know that your boyfriend definitely works his magic on you.

because when beomgyu has a lens in his hold, be it your phone or an ebay-bought digicam; it’s his love for you that carries. every frame that manages to reach yours or his instagram following, even the ones tucked safely behind your phone case and in his wallet.

it’s all a culmination of beomgyu’s lovestruck gaze, his animated attempts of hyping you up, the jokes you pass back and forth, and the utter adoration you have for him.

you vividly remember the night you and beomgyu aimlessly strolled around paris. the streets would appear dull to many, but you and beomgyu could make any city an enamoring experience with your uncontrollable fits of laughter, mischievous giggles, and the comical sway of your clasped hands back and forth.

like most tourists, you end up by the eiffel tower.

when beomgyu unclasps your hands to paw at the lens cover of his camera, you laugh. “isn’t it illegal to take pictures here at night?”

he moves the camera to his face, trying to look through the viewfinder with one eye shut. “you know what’s illegal, baby?” he redirects his gaze to your unassuming face, the camera moved to the side.

“hm?” your head tilts, genuinely curious.

beomgyu bites down on his lip to hide the growing smile he always can’t seem to control when you’re at mercy to his foolishness. one of the things he loves about you is the way you’re simultaneously gullible and quick enough to join the banter he sets up.

his index finger positions itself on the button readily, shifting back to cameraman mode with the chunky piece of technology blocking out his face.

“to not take photos of my gorgeous, most prettiest, scrumptious, girlfriend that i can frame and put up everywhere.” click.

you stare at him, dumbfounded. even more confused by the click of his camera. you don’t hear it again until seconds later when you throw your head back to let out a boisterous laugh; the ridiculous kind that only beomgyu loves and other tourists hate. click.

when your face is back in the viewfinder, beomgyu shoots again. it feels as though the lens is brought to a new life when you’re the muse, because beomgyu’s rose-coloured gaze shifts the world the camera sees through a pinkish filter — one with hearts and sparkles everywhere. all because of you.

the warmly-lit eiffel tower shies in comparison to the warmth of the grin etched on your lips, cheeks about to burst. click. click. click. one more with flash.

beomgyu makes a halt, capping the lens and slinging the camera over his neck again. you’re calming down from your laughing fit, but you still clutch at your stomach breathlessly. beomgyu takes this as a chance to walk over and take you into his arms.

he nestles you into him, letting you rest your head on his chest like you were too shy to look up at him. a chaste kiss to your forehead prompts you to look up at beomgyu. he smiles fondly at you, “wanna see the photos?”

you grumble, falling back into his chest. his hearty laugh makes you feel the vibrations, and you can’t picture being with anyone else in this lifetime or the next. “i guess…”

he lets you pull away, but only so far. beomgyu’s arms never stray too far, especially when he’s not holding your hand. he wraps an arm around your waist and huddles you in, like showing you these candid pictures of you laughing at his nth stupid joke was some top secret.

“this one’s gonna be a banger, babe…” he scrolls through the camera’s memory roll. “credit me when you post, okay?” he pouts at you.

you roll your eyes, more dotingly than in irritation. “clout chaser…”

“nooo..” he whines.

“i just want people to see who’s behind the camera, making you laugh, seeing you at your most beautiful.” beomgyu’s shift from teasing to sentimental has you cooing. you can’t help but give him a little head pat, one of his favourite forms of affection. like a puppy.

you nod, laughing along. “don’t worry, everyone knows. but i’ll do it for you, my struggling artist~”

“i won’t be struggling anymore if you gimme kiss,” back to taking jabs. his lips are in a pout and you’re tempted to pinch them with your fingers, knowing he’ll grumble cutely.

“c’mon, it’s commission for the photos. good deal, right?”

you peck his lips multiple times, then one on either side of his cheek. by the time you finish, he looks like a smiling fool. you poke at his whisker dimples while your other hand holds his hand.

“i’ll give you an even better payment if we go back to the hotel now. what d’you think, pretty boy?”

beomgyu has never walked that fast in his life.

[astraystayyh]

When I fell in love

Pairing : Hyunjin x reader. fluff.

Summary : it's your birthday and Hyunjin has a surprise gift for you - all the moments he fell in love with you in.

If you enjoy please let me know, I READ AND APPRECIATE ALL YOUR FEEDBACK <333

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The smell of burnt food wakes you up. You rub your eyes tiredly, patting the spot beside you to find it cold and empty. Which could only mean that your boyfriend Hyunjin was in the kitchen.

You smile to yourself, guessing that he wanted to make you breakfast since it was your birthday; the first one you're spending with him. You've already made it a point to tell him you didn't want anything expensive. To which he frowned, whining "but I want to spoil you."

With renewed energy you leave the bed, quickly washing your face and brushing your teeth. You head to the kitchen to find Hyunjin with his back to you, flipping what appeared to be pancakes on the stove. You lean on the door for a bit, admiring the view of his bare back and flexing muscles. He was beautiful, thoughtful and he was yours. That was gift enough.

You sneakily walk up to him, wrapping your arms around his waist. Hyunjin yelps, taken aback by your sudden presence and drops the spatula he was holding. "You scared me", he huffs a hand on his chest and you laugh, "dramatic."

He then turns around, cradling your face between his hands. His thumb swipes back and forth on your cheek and you close your eyes, leaning into his touch. "Happy birthday, my angel", he whispers, before meeting your lips in a sweet kiss.

"Am I in heaven?" you smile, eyes still closed.

"Now who's the dramatic one?"

"Your antics are rubbing off on me," you wink, making him chuckle.

Hyunjin turns back towards the stove and you lean your cheek against his arm, your hand wrapping around his waist, "What are you making?"

"Pancakes, i've burnt the first three ones but i'll get it right now."

"Of course baby, everyone burns the first three pancakes," you tease and he pinches your cheek affectionately. "I'll let all your comments slide because it's your birthday today."

"Why thank you," you smile, sitting down on the kitchen stool. "Is this your first time making pancakes?"

"No, I made Felix teach me. But for some reason, it doesn't seem to work now," he says sheepishly and you melt.

"Is this why you've been spending so much time with him lately?"

"Yes, I wanted it to be perfect for you."

"You're here with me so it's already perfect", you say seriously, and his eyes soften at you. "Here, let me help you?" you offer and he shakes his head no, "I want to do this for you."

"You've already made the batter, i'll just cook. Plus, you can make me coffee. Pretty please."

"Fine. Only because I don't want us to starve", he grumbles the last part and you laugh.

Hyunjin starts playing music and you quickly realize it's the playlist you made him. You shoot him a smile and he grins at you, his eyes crinkling closed. He didn't tell you but he listened to this playlist every day. This way, even when you're not with him, you're still there- in essence.

When the food is done, you set everything up on the table, and Hyunjin quickly leaves for his art studio. He comes back, hands behind his back, and a huge grin on his face. "Close your eyes", he instructs and you oblige, smiling.

"Okay... Now open them."

You smell them before you see them, a bouquet of flowers twice the size of your head. They are roses and sunflowers. You mentioned wanting one for your birthday on your third date- that was 7 months ago.

"You remembered", you smile softly, touched.

"Of course", he says as if it's evidence that he'd remember; like the sun rises every morning and sets every night.

"Thank you, this is the best birthday ever", you hug him tightly and he pulls back to place a kiss on your temple. "Now eat", he orders and you laugh, "Yes, sir."

The conversation flows between you easily, with Hyunjin excitedly telling you what he has planned for the day. A picnic in a secluded spot he has chosen months ago. It made you emotional, how happy he was at the prospect of making you happy. As if you were an extension of his being, and he felt your joy like it was his.

When your breakfast is done, you get up to wash the dishes. But Hyunjin pushes you gently back into your seat, "Baby, you aren't doing anything today."

"But you hate doing the dishes", you point out. It was a routine between the both of you, you washed the dishes, he dried them and put them back in their place.

"But I'd do it for you", he answers instantly, making you pause in your tracks. It was small acts like those that made you feel so loved by Hyunjin.

You don't argue any further, seizing this opportunity to watch him. You liked looking at him, memorizing every one of his gestures- the way he flicks his blonde hair back, the way he shakes his hands to dry them, the way he looks back at you every minute or so, as if to make sure you were still there.

When he's done, you stand up and walk towards him. He picks you up by the waist, placing you on the kitchen table. He then stands between your legs, caging your body with his arms.

"Hello there", you smile and he tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear, "Hello, pretty."

"You are very handsome, do you happen to have a girlfriend?", you tease and he laughs, shaking his head.

"I do, she's the most beautiful human alive", he humors you and you smile, "You sound in love."

"I am in love".

"Then maybe you should tell her", you smirk and he laughs, before leaning in until your noses brush together, "Hi, girlfriend. I am in love with you."

"I am in love with you too", you smile before planting a sweet kiss on his lips.

"Stay here, I'll be right back", he tells you, retreating towards his art studio once again, and you yell out after him, "There is more?!"

"Of course, there is more! You are Hwang Hyunjin's girlfriend", he shouts and you laugh. Him and his -well-deserved- ego.

He comes back skipping, a small box with a pretty blue ribbon wrapped around it in his hands. He gives it to you, and you eagerly open it. Inside, you find a huge letter, and written on the front you read "Moments in Time".

"What's this?", you ask him and he only smiles at you. But you could tell he was nervous, his left hand touching the nape of his neck over and over again. You put the box down, pulling him towards you so he's standing between your legs once again. "I'd love this whatever it is", you reassure and he smiles, "You don't even know what's in there."

"It could be a rock and I'd be happy because you gave it to me", you tell him seriously and he nods, eyes shining. How is it that it's your birthday and still he's the one feeling so loved by you?

You open the letter, taking out a dozen of drawings. They are small, the size of a Polaroid picture. You recognize yourself in each one of them. "What are those?", you ask him, heart beating wildly in your chest.

"it's um.. All the moments I fell in love with you in."

You stare at him in shock, your eyes darting between the drawings and him. You haven't even gone through each one and yet your eyes are tearing up already.

In the first drawing, you see yourself, a smile on your face and the neon lights of a grocery store reflecting on you. It was dark outside- the first night you met.

"This is when I saw you for the first time. You gave me the keys I dropped and smiled at me and I felt as if my heart stopped beating. I still remember your smile that day", he explains and you smile fondly at the memory. That was the moment that changed your life forever.

"You still remember what I was wearing...", you whisper and he nods, his thumb drawing mindless circles on your thigh. "I remember everything when it comes to you."

You beam at him, going through the second drawing. "Me with ice cream on my nose", you giggle, "This is when we were still talking and I took you out, right?"

"Yes, I was feeling down until you dragged my ass outside", he chuckles, "You got ice cream on your nose and when I pointed it out you pouted at me. You just looked so cute, I wanted to stare at you forever", he pauses, bopping your nose with his finger, "But most importantly, it was the way you cheered me up by just being near me. You are magical, my love."

"Aren't I the best", you joke in a useless attempt to stop your tears from falling. "That you are", he smiles softly, planting a kiss on your head.

You stare at the drawing some more, admiring all the details he easily captured- the color of the seats, the painting hung on the wall, the strobe lights that shone in the icecream parlor. "You are really talented, angel. My favorite artist", you compliment, and he blushes, hiding his face in the crook of your neck. "Look at the next one", he mumbles and you oblige, giggling.

The third drawing was of your first date, you see yourself running down the beach, your back to Hyunjin, the sun casting behind you. He had taken you for a picnic there, and you ended up playing tag with each other. It was one of those moments that healed your inner child.

"You looked so beautiful that night, you and the sunset and the sea. I realized I wouldn't mind chasing after you if it meant that I'd have you with me in the end."

You can feel your heart clench at his words, you couldn't believe that you got this lucky to have him love you.

"You don't have to chase after me, Jinnie. I'm yours", you reassure him and he beams at you, "And I am yours."

The next drawing makes you giggle, it's you crying, your cheeks red and stained with tears. You were sitting on a swing, a soft breeze ruffling your hair, "Is this me crying?"

He nods and you laugh, "I was crying and you were thinking of falling for me?"

"Yeah", he scratches his neck sheepishly, "it's just... It was the first time you cried in front of me, and it made me realize that I wanted to be the one to comfort you. Each time you cry, I wanted to be the one you come to."

You can't speak, so instead, you lean in, kissing him for what felt like an eternity. When you pull back, Hyunjin points at the fourth picture.

"This is when you came over for the first time. You were wearing my hoodie and sweatpants, coffee in your hands. And I always find you beautiful...", he pauses, his hand gently caressing your cheek, "but still, when you weren't all dolled up, that's when I thought you looked the prettiest."

"You are the prettiest", you coo and he waves his hand in the air, "Shut up... Say it again", he grins and you swat his arm playfully.

In the final drawing, you see yourself sleeping, your hair sprawled around you. Your lips are puckered out, and your cheek is on what you assume is Hyunjin's arms. He even drew the little flowers you have in your pajama.

"This is when I slept over at your house for the first time. And when I woke up, you nuzzled up against me and I... I knew I wanted to wake up to this sight forever", he kisses your forehead and you close your teary eyes, savoring the feel of his lips on you.

But then, you look closer at the picture and you pinch his side jokingly, "did you have to draw the drool too?"

"I stay true to details", he winks and you laugh, leaning onto his side.

"How do you still remember all of this? What clothes I was wearing and the details of the background", you whisper in awe.

"I just stare at you a lot so it's imprinted in my brain, is that weird?"

"No, it's absolutely endearing and I...", you put the drawings down, linking your hands behind his neck, "and I love you. I am so in love with you, Hyunjin. I can't believe you did all of this... For me. You're the love of my life."

"Say it again."

"You are the love of my life, my Hyunjin", you repeat and he grins, hugging you. You wrap your legs around his waist and he spins you around. The sound of your giggles fills the kitchen and you know you'll remember this moment forever.

He finally puts you down, and you cradle his face between your hands, your thumbs slowly stroking his cheeks. "Thank you so much Hyunjin, this is the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me and I will cherish it forever. I'll protect those drawings with my life if I have to."

"I'm glad you liked it", he blushes and your eyes soften at him, "I didn't like it, I loved it, baby. You are so sweet to me, I don't know what I did to deserve you."

"You are you, that's enough for me to love you", he whispers and you smile, heart so full of love it feels like it will burst.

Hyunjin brings your hands to his mouth, kissing your knuckles softly, all while looking into your eyes as if you were the answer to all his prayers. His stare is too intense you almost can't hold it.

"Why are you looking at me like this?"

"I'm remembering this moment...", he says as he gently kisses your palm, "this way I can draw it for you on your next birthday."

[spiderfunkz]

✦ RING, RING, RING!

"i think i can really fall in love with him."

word count : 0,9k

warnings : fluff, fem!reader, gwen is mentioned to be readers best friend, harry is mentioned as well, cutesy first dates, peter being just so madly in love & so are you. not proofread!

a/n : inspired by that one scene from 'before sunrise' where celine and jesse pretend to call their friends and tell them about each other :)) also i know i'm late to valentines but it's still february sooooo

if you told yourself a few days ago that you'd be spending valentines day with peter parker, you would laugh at the thought of it.

but right now you couldn't laugh at anything but peter's stupidly unfunny jokes and his cheesy, dry, pickup lines.

you couldn't imagine what valentines would be like with peter parker, but you don't have to. you're experiencing it right now.

he had asked you in a way you've only seen in rom-coms from the 90s. he knocked on your door with a ridiculously large bouquet of flowers, a heart shaped box full of chocolate, and a nervous nerdy smile.

and you accepted it obviously. peter's nice. really nice. out of all the boys in your class, he's a gentleman compared to them.

he's got those big brown doe eyes that make you blush if you make eye contact. that weirdly fluffy hair, that makes you wonder what his hair care routine is like sometimes. the sweetest smile you could ever imagine. and a heart bigger than a size of a lake.

and my gosh, you love him.

he made a reservation at this restaurant. one that you've passed by many times but never seem to stop by. you've always thought it was too fancy for a normal hangout with friends or family, it was always crowded with couples too. it always had a jazz band playing, roses on each table, and you could smell the scent of love from outside.

it was everything you've ever dreamed of. you didn't want it to end but unfortunately, the day got darker and the sun began to set.

"i really enjoyed today, peter." you smile.

"yeah of course. i really enjoyed today too." he replied, there was still a splotch of spaghetti sauce near his mouth.

"unfortunate that the hours went by so quickly, i think i have to go home soon." you pout, peter was still smiling, that spaghetti splotch is not going anywhere.

"or maybe we could still talk, for a bit." he paused for a second before making a hand gesture resembling a phone.

"ring, ring, ring!" he mimicked. you furrow your brows.

"pick it up." he stays smiley.

"okay, beep." you laugh, following his gestures.

peter mouths a 'thank you' before continuing, "oh yeah uh, harry? harry are you there?" he asks.

you knew harry, he's peter's closest friend. they're like two peas in a pod and you could never separate them, not even when harry moved away for years.

you join in his little joke. "uh yeah dude, this is harry. dude." you try to mimic his voice.

"yeah, hey harry! do you remember that girl i was gonna ask out for valentines? the really pretty girl from bio class?" his face became pink.

"oh yeah! the really pretty girl. i know her."

"yeah so, she's with me right now and i am just so happy."

"really? how happy?"

"extremely. she's so fun to talk to. she's so incredibly wonderful and i cannot put it into words how beautiful she is. really harry, you were right. she's an angel."

you smile. "really what else? how did the date go?" your voice rasps, clearly you couldn't really perfect the accent harry has. but peter seemed to like it.

"amazing. the food was great, this restaurant is good, i uh- got the reservation in time so everything has been going perfectly.

she's such a ray of sunshine. i can't stop stealing a glance every time, harry. i dunno what's about it, she's just so- perfect."

peter continues. he's doing it on purpose. well, not really, he was going to call harry and say all of those things. but he thinks it's better to tell you face to face. besides, he loves seeing you smile.

you try your best to blurt out a reply without stuttering. "that's um, that's amazing, dude. i bet she feels the same way about you." you could feel the butterflies in your stomach.

"you really think so?" peter tilts his head.

"i'm sure."

"well, thanks harry. i'll see you later, bye bye." he hangs up, mimicking a beep on the table.

you laugh.

"okay now it's your turn."

"my turn? oh, okay." you gesture your hand.

"dring, dring, dring!" you say, "ugh she's probably studying right now." you explain.

peter picks up, in a voice that will haunt you for years. "hey, girl! what is up!" peter laughs.

it took every cell in your body to not burst out laughing in front of everyone in that restaurant. "hi, gwen. is uh- is your voice okay?" you ask.

"better than ever!" — "oh, okay." you hold your laughter. "um, you know peter? peter parker from biology. the one with fluffy hair and pretty eyes?"

peter smiles, he blushes from his nose.

"yeah so, i'm on a date with him right now. and it feels like a dream. he's prettier up close. he styled his hair, yeah, it's pretty. and he's got spaghetti sauce smeared near his lips." you smile.

peter immediately fixes the splotch, finally.

"he's kind of tall. and he's kinda nerdy too. just my type." you cover your smile, "i like to feel his eyes on me when i look away." you continued.

peter smiles, "what a nice guy."

"he really is. as the date goes on i start to like him even more. i feel like i can really open up to him."

"really?"

"mhm. he got me flowers and some chocolate too. he's funny too, he's got a voice i can listen to for hours. he's like a shot of espresso, you know?"

peter couldn't hide his blush anymore. "a shot of espresso?"

"he makes me feel energized in a way, and he also makes my heart beat really fast." you laugh, "i think i can really fall in love with him."

[kenyukisser]

so right, what's wrong?

Being NAGI SEISHIRO’s best friend wasn’t easy, he’s not the best with his emotions, and an absolute asshole to be paired with in group projects, but if you asked him, he’d try to find the right words to tell you all the stars in the universe were smiling in his direction when he’s with you.

You know Nagi like how you know the back of your hand, you don’t. tracing the veins in your hands, sometimes, it’s there. Sometimes, it’s not. Nagi who wasn’t made for loving, or the warmth of having a real friend to lean on. He’s not used to it, not used to you.

Yet, the way the dark shade of blue reflected on your skin, the way your skin brushes through his, as you try to make him look at the water-dwelling plants, and the various kinds of fishes on the aquarium. He thinks it’s boring, and a hassle to even spare the fishes some sort of glance, but seeing you with the biggest smile plastered on your face? It made his dull world brighten.

No. He doesn’t want to let go of you now. Not now, not ever.

“Sei? Are you okay? You’re spacing out.” You snap your fingers, causing him to retort back to reality.

“Huh?” his half-lidded eyes widened slightly at the distortion, before he spoke again. “yeah ‘m fine, was just thinking.”

“About?” You ask, voice laced with curiosity as you looked at him as his mind wanders off, thinking of what to say next.

“nun” he shrugs, placing his hands on the pockets of his hoodie, it’s as white as snow, just like his hair. For someone like him, it’s impressive how clean it is.

“Nun?”

“Nun of your business.”

“Sei!” The way the crinkles underneath your eyes disappeared, as your smile turns into a small pout. He saw it all. The pang of guilt in his chest that he covered up, he was feeling it. and if he had it in him. He’d stay with you till the end of time.

And can you remember when?

When the hot air of summer breezes through your hair, the hot sun shining down on your pretty face as Reo splashes you with the salty water of the beach. While he stayed underneath the shade of the parasol, his usual excuse was ‘it’s such a pain’ but maybe, just maybe... He loved seeing you smile, even if it wasn’t him who made you smile. He watched you keenly, the way the tips of your hair got wet. You’ve always wanted to see the sun shining so brightly, but to him, you were his sun, shining so brightly.

And he didn’t understand it, why he felt like this, and why it had to be you. But he knew it had to be you. Reo has had his fair share of dating women, which affected his perspective of love too, the type of love he’d think would be a hassle, a responsibility, and newsflash: That’s a really big word for him.

Likewise, he was amazing, but there were times where…

Where the rain would be pouring, and he’d come over with nothing but his phone in hand, while you’d open the door, greeted by his 6-foot figure, too frustrated about your shared project that was due tomorrow, the way you’d ramble about how the two of you forgot to do it, sharing small laughs as you wrote down ideas for the project.

You ended up falling asleep on his shoulder, while he annotated and worked on your shared project.

Love did many things to a person, Seishiro knew this. He loved the way your face lit up when you saw the perfect score your teacher gave the two of you.

A rose only blooms in the right soil, and seeing you smile like that? He’d like to think you’re a rose. So delicate, the sweetest flower nature could yield, just like your unfolding heart. You set his world on fire, burning red like a rose that’s freshly bloomed. the thoughts that ran through his own head made him sicken, because he wanted to be your soil.

He’s only 19, with a pocket that’s filled with tragedy. You are his biggest tragedy.

And the world is cruel, so there he was, at the airport. And much to his dismay, a strifeful of words to say to you. The words you’ll never hear, because he can’t see you again, he’s accepting it. He’s going to be Manshine’s genius, after all.

does this need a part 2??!?!?!? | yes it did. give it a read!!

[chilling-seavey]

Nothing Looks the Same in the Light (ln4 op81)

↳ A/N I use my Wham! obsession every chance I can get. This song was playing as I was cleaning my apartment and this idea played in my mind like a movie.

↳ Inspired By 'Nothing Looks the Same in the Light' by Wham!

↳ Summary: "I watch you breathe, I cannot sleep. I touch your hair, I kiss your skin, and hope the morning sun won’t wake you too soon [...] Nothing looks the same in the light. Only a fool like me would take to heart the things you said you meant last night."

↳ Pairings: Lando Norris x Oscar Piastri

↳ Word Count: 1364

↳ Warnings: Might tug at your heartstrings. Contains an open ending...and I know how you all hate those whoops

The sunrise cascaded ribbons of golden light across the crisp white sheets of the king size bed, weaving and dancing over the two forms that lay motionless in the sea of linen. It was a calm and quiet morning, the four wallpapered walls of the five-star hotel protecting its timid guests as they slept soundly. The sunkissed bedclothes embraced the two young men, shielding their bare skin from the chill of the air conditioner and the shame that might have arisen with the dawn of a new day. 

Last night was a whirlwind. A race, a podium, a drunken confession. The memories were hazy and choppy, unclear, mortifying. 

Lando was wide awake. 

He couldn’t remember when exactly he had woken up - he knew that he had slept at least somewhat - but he seemed to have watched the sun creep up the wall as it rose for the last however long. He had laid there, unmoving, unblinking, for at least an hour, not wanting to risk rousing the person who took up the other half of the bed alongside him. He didn’t want to have to face the reality of his situation right away. 

Oscar was too sweet to kick him out, he knew that much at least. 

Selfishly, Lando wanted to bask in this moment just a little longer. Just long enough to appreciate the purgatory that lingered between a clueless slumber and the awkward conversation that would certainly arise once Oscar woke up. Hopefully the orange sun streaming in through the sheer curtains wouldn’t wake him too soon. 

Besides, Oscar looked so angelic as he slept. 

Faint, peaceful breaths fanned across the pillow from the slumbering younger of the two, the only sound in the silent room. Lando was captivated by the gentle motion of Oscar’s body as he breathed; the way his chest rose and fell slowly but surely under his cautious arm that had wrapped around his middle sometime in the middle of the night. Oscar was always the calmer of the two, always the observer. Now, in the morning light, Lando gladly took that label for his own. 

Sleep deprived green eyes stared at the freckles that dotted the warm skin of the young man beside him in picture perfect constellations. Moving cautiously, Lando set the pad of his index finger against one of them at the base of his neck and then traced the invisible path to another across his shoulder. Goosebumps rose in his wake across the pale skin and Lando’s lip perked up faintly at the corner. He leaned in the few centimetres between them to softly press his lips to one of the freckles in a timid kiss. 

Oscar smelt like champagne and sunshine, an ode of citrus in his hair from the hotel shampoo, hints of alcohol from the night before that now tingled on Lando’s lips, and he took an opportunity to just breathe him in. Fresh and sweet. They were pressed so close together that Lando’s nose was almost touching the nape of his neck and his selfish fingers ghosted up the top of Oscar’s spine, over each vertebrae, to finally caress through the roots of his messy brown hair.

Lando had never done this before; shared a bed with a man. Certainly not one who was his teammate if nothing else. There were boundaries in this career that one dare not cross. In such a public position, Lando didn’t have the space to risk the opportunity for rumours, so he kept everyone at an arm's length away.

But it always felt so right with Oscar. From the moment they met Lando knew he was royally fucked. 

Lando had always been the more experienced of the two in all aspects of racing, of Formula 1, of the whirlwind world in which they were a part of. Here, now, Lando felt entirely clueless. He was a slave to the passing of time and the inevitable approaching moment of which he would have to look Oscar in the eyes and hear that this was a mistake. 

Curse the celebratory champagne for coaxing a drunken confession out of him. Maybe he should have listened to George and stayed away from alcohol on race weekends. 

Blinking slowly, trying to piece together the night before, Lando could see visions of Oscar in the darkness of his eyelids. His stupid little pout, his bashful eye roll, his whispered voice slurring his accent with the consequence of too many drinks. 

“Take your time...”

The tentative touch of his hands on his skin, their limbs entangled, plush lips pressed together in between tiny whimpers of desire gone unsaid. 

The memory made him shiver, his heart squeezing in his chest. This was why he never let himself get close to anyone. This was why he prioritized racing over anything else. Stupid, stupid feelings. 

Lando was startled by a faint car horn blaring from somewhere outside the hotel, startling him from the peace. The sharp sound had Oscar shifting in his sleep with a sigh through his nose, hands folding under his cheek against the pillow. Lando’s arm snaked back around Oscar’s waist, tucked safely over the duvet, and he tightened his grip just enough to pull him closer until their bodies were moulded together in parallel shapes. All he could do was wait and see what would become of this. Soon Oscar would be waking up and what would that bring? 

Lando felt like a fool.

He felt like a fool for ever thinking that Oscar would want him back, for thinking that Oscar would wake up and not have regrets about everything that happened the night before, and, especially, for throwing caution into the wind and confessing his feelings to his teammate like some meek love-sick puppy. How pathetic. Lando wanted the sunrise to swallow him up and incinerate him into a dimwitted pile of ash.

With his arm absolutely motionless around Oscar’s waist, Lando’s palm was pressed gently to his stomach, feeling the warmth of his skin under the duvet and the firm muscle of his lean body. Oscar’s abdomen rose and fell with every breath, moving Lando’s gentle hand along with it. In, and out. In, and out. It was almost lulling Lando back to sleep, letting his mind focus on that serene moment where it was easy to pretend that everything was perfect and right there in that hotel room bed was where he was always meant to be. 

The sudden change in Oscar’s steady breathing had Lando stiffening in cold anxiety, keeping himself frozen still as Oscar inhaled deeply and let it out with a soft heavenly sigh as he awoke. The rustle of the sheets as he stirred and stretched was the only sound in the room and it was almost deafening. Lando watched the muscles of Oscar’s back flex and move as he turned over to face the ceiling, hands raising to rub his red-rimmed brown eyes, still exhausted and, now too, hungover. 

Lando dared not breathe, as if it wasn’t glaringly obvious that he was clearly present in the bed beside him. 

Finally, Oscar rested his hands gently over the blankets around his chest and he lolled his head to the side to look at Lando under slightly furrowed brows. The faintest hint of a pout on his face had Lando almost shying away under the covers, his heart racing with adoration and his stomach twisting with anxiety. Even still, Lando couldn’t get himself to look away from his eyes, his arm still around his middle and their legs crudely tangled under the wrinkled sheets. 

It was as if it took a few seconds for Oscar to process who he was looking at but, even as he did, his expression stayed stagnant, rich brown eyes squinting in the morning light that poured in through the windows. Lando swore he had never seen brown eyes sparkle the way Oscar’s did in that moment. Neither of them moved. 

Oscar cleared his throat slightly before trying to speak, breaking the silent uncertainty that lingered between them in that moment, his voice deep and raspy and his accent thick, “Hey.”

Somewhere, in the distance, a bird sang.

“Hey.”

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⚘𝒟𝑜𝓃’𝓉 𝒮𝒶𝓎 𝐼 𝒟𝒾𝒹𝓃’𝓉 𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃 𝒴𝑜𝓊 ~ 𝒲𝑜𝓃𝒷𝒾𝓃 𝒻𝒻

🎧pairing: Wonbin!best-friend's-brother x Reader!afab | 🎧wc: 5.9k | 🎧summary: After nearly getting caught in the act, you and Wonbin agree to keep seeing each other in secret while you used Eunsoek as a cover to hide the fact that you were fucking your best friend's brother. But what do you do when you get caught in the act--for real this time? |🎧cw: swearing, underage drinking, cheating, unprotected sex, angst, voyueism? public sex?, getting caught, fingering, spitting, creampie, plot twist!!

You had been able to successfully hide the fact that you had been seeing Wonbin for more than four weeks now. Everything seemed too easy. Eunsoek hadn't tried to make a move so you didn't have to worry about feeling guilty for kissing him, but Wonbin had been spending a lot of time by your house. This made Minji suspicious as you weren't coming over as often as you used to.

Luckily you were able to convince her that you were doing it to avoid Wonbin so you could focus more on Eunsoek. Which was the complete opposite, you were barely interested in him anymore after you and Wonbin started hanging out more.

This weekend she demanded your presence at "mandatory" girls' day. Which basically meant spending the entire day at the mall trying on clothes you'd probably never buy, but wanted to see how you'd look if you did buy them.

"Ngh, what time is it," you groaned as you rubbed your eyes. The dark curtains made the room extremely dark. To the point where it was hard to tell whether the sun rose or set without opening the blinds.

"Who cares? It's Saturday. We're allowed to sleep in til noon," Wonbin whispered in your ear as he wrapped his arms around you from behind. His warmth was nearly enough to pull you back into a deep sleep, but one word stuck out like a sore thumb...

"Noon? You're joking right?" you asked as you reached to pull your phone from under your pillow, clicking the power button to see 12:27 illuminating your screen. "Oh my fucking god!" you groaned. "Minji's gonna kill me," you sighed.

"So what? I wanna cuddle some more," he mumbled, tucking his face into your neck before kissing your cheek. "Just tell her you got busy and spaced."

"I was supposed to meet her at the mall at 12 and I'm already late as fuck," you whined as Wonbin held you tighter. "I have to start getting ready right now," you continued as you pushed his arms away.

"Mmm, fine, well can I at least get a kiss," Wonbin said puckering his lips, leaning over to your face as you sat up next to him. You scoffed as you stepped out of bed, throwing a pillow at his face before you walked to the door. "Aww come on," he groaned.

"If you get up right now maybe we can do a little quickie in the car," you said as you walked to the bathroom. "On our way back," you said remembering that he would definitely try something on your way there.

You hadn't even started your hair--a task that always took longer than you wanted it to. Fortunately, you were just gonna be hanging out with Minji so you didn't really have to put too much effort into your outfit. Despite Wonbin's initial laziness, he eventually crawled out of bed to drop you off at the mall.

Wonbin sped his ass off to get you there, even though you still ended up being nearly an hour late. You quickly checked your makeup in the car mirror before getting out. You could tell that Wonbin would've rather taken that time to stick his tongue down your throat, but he'd just have to wait for it.

You blew him a kiss, which made him do that cute little smirk you love so much. If there was a way for you to physically be in two places at once, right now would be the perfect time.

Barely squeezing through the rotating doors, you pulled out your phone to text Minji. Something you had been doing nonstop since you got in the car with Wonbin, apologizing over a hundred times for being late. Even though she had told you it was okay, you still felt bad, especially since you haven't been hanging out as much lately...unless hours on the phone count.

She told you to meet her at Bubbles for Babes, a beauty supply store that sells the best fragrances. You found her trying out new scents, spraying little cards, and opening tops to get a whiff of the foreign aromas.

"Oh my god. Finally! Someone I can trust is here," she sighed as she met your eyes.

“I said it smells good,” Sungchan said as Minji turned away from him.

"You said everything smells good," Minji spat, flailing her hands around.

"Well you didn't ask me," Eunsoek said holding back a giggle as he looked at Minji's frustrated expression.

"Ugh!" Minji grabbed your arm before pulling you over to her selection of scents that stood in a perfect row. "Can you help me pick out a scent?"

"Just go with the scent you usually get. You literally love it and you've been wearing it for years."

"Exactly! That's my point. I want to try something new now. I need an upgrade," she smiled handing you the bottle.

"Hmm okay," you said, clicking open the cap to smell the fruity aroma. "It's not Jasmine, but it's not bad," you shrugged.

"Okay, well smell them all and tell me which one you like the best," her eyes were fixated on you, watching your expression and anticipating your reaction to the various scents she picked out. "You'll need this," she said handing you a tissue.

"For what?"

"To prepare your nose for the next scent. That way everything isn't mixing together," she mumbled as she tucked the tissue in your hand.

You proceeded to sample each scent before settling on a fresh spring scent called Happy Day, which she surprisingly accepted. "If it gets boring I'll just use whatever you pick out for yourself," she smiled with relief.

At least she wasn't dragging you around the store, forcing you to smell everything only for her to leave empty-handed. So if this was the agreement she was making with herself then you weren't going to deny her.

"Oh, and Sungchan's paying for our stuff. So don't worry about it, they're having a BOGO sale today," she rolled her eyes before looking at her unsuspecting boyfriend.

"What? Why?"

"Because you didn't help pick out a scent. So now you're gonna pay for it," she said before handing Sungchan the bottles.

You picked out a scent for yourself, that you planned to intentionally leave in her room because you knew she would want to try something else anyway.

After Sungchan finished paying for the stuff, Minji dragged you to a clothing store. Eunsoek and Sungchan got lost in the men's department as you followed behind your friend. "I have to find something nice to wear for my brother's party," she said scanning the racks.

"Party?" you asked.

"Yeah, we're doing something for Seongwha," she said, pulling a black dress from the rack and folding it over her arm. "Remember when I told you I had bought something for him?"

"Yeah."

"Well, it's a surprise for being promoted to a high leadership position at his company. Our parents are even more proud than he is," she chuckled to herself. "My dad literally cried. I haven't seen him cry since...hmm actually I don't even remember the last time that happened."

Her words blended into the faint mall music as you drifted away into your thoughts. You were thinking about the things you wanted to do on the ride home with Wonbin.

Just then you saw a familiar figure walking through the aisles. Did your thoughts somehow manifest his presence? What the hell was he doing over here? Is he trying to make us look suspicious?

"Hey," she said, derailing your train of thought. You met Wonbin's eyes for a split second before turning to Minji.

"Y-yeah," you stuttered. You watched as he tucked his head down trying to avoid being seen by his sister.

"I'm gonna go try some of these on in the dressing rooms. Don't forget to pick something out for yourself okay," she chimed.

"Wait. For me? Why?"

"Because dummy. I need you to be there with me for emotional support. A lot of our other relatives are gonna be there and you know how annoying they can be," she scoffed as she rolled her eyes. "Anyways, I shouldn't be too long. Bye~" she waved before walking off to the dressing rooms.

"What the hell?" you spat as a Cheshire grin spread across his face.

"You were taking too long," he smiled as he approached your figure, placing his hands on your waist.

"I was shopping with Minji. You knew that," you sighed. It's not that you weren't happy to see him, but this was way too risky.

"I missed you," he pouted as he wrapped his arms around you, gently kissing your cheek.

"Stop it," you jerked your face away. "What if somebody sees us," you said as you pulled away from his grip.

"Then we can hide," he smiled before quickly scanning the area for a hiding spot. He pulled you into a corner, pressed you up against a wall, and immediately kissed your lips. You could feel how desperate he was for your body as he gripped every curve you had to offer.

It was just something about the way he touched you that made you melt in his fingers.

"Hey, where's your girlfriend?" Eunsoek said as him and Sungchan approached the area you were.

“She’s probably in the changing rooms. Wait here, I’m gonna go check,” Sungchan said as he walked off.

Wonbin didn’t let up just because they were close either. He continued to kiss your neck, pulling your body closer to his as he kissed you deeper.

“Wonbin,” you whispered. “Eunsoek’s over here.”

You weren’t in full on panic mode yet, but your heart was definitely racing for more reasons than one.

“Tch, I don’t care about him,” he chuckled against your skin. The wet spot on your neck catching the breath from his lips.

Not wanting to risk getting caught you try to push Wonbin away. “Won—ah!” You moaned as he but into your soft, supple skin.

“Hmm. D’you like that,” he whispered seeing your expression soften as a warm glow grew on your face. He pulled your leg up, wrapping it around his waist as he pressed into you.

A few sloppy kisses in and you felt his fingers crawl to your opening. He roughly pawed at your clothes entrance as he kissed your lips and neck, pulling your hair as you struggled to keep quiet. “This is better than the car don’t ya think?” He smiled as he reached under your shirt to cup your tit.

“Mmm,” you moaned between his lips.

“I wanna get you off right here, right now,” his eye lids dropped as he stepped back a bit. Your chest heaving slightly as you tried to calm yourself down. This was probably the first time you ever regretted wearing sweatpants.

Wonbin grabbed your jaw, stuck his fingers through your lips, and coated them in your saliva before spitting on them himself. He but his bottom lip as he slipped his fingers into your panties.

“Hmm, seems like you want it too,” he smirked as he felt the wetness between your folds. He rubbed your clit, trying to get you off as fast as possible. He teased your opening just enough to send you quivering over the edge.

He clamped down on your neck, to hear the soft, sweet moans that escaped your lips.

“What the fuck?!”

No way. No fucking way is this happening for real. You prayed—for the first time in a long time—that this was just your imagination playing tricks on you.

“Fuck off, pal. Can’t you see we’re busy?”

Disappearing wouldn’t even do you justice right now. You needed to completely vanish from the face of the earth.

You covered your face with shame as Eunsoek and Wonbin went back and forth.

“So this is why you never want to hang out alone with me? Because you’re locking lips with this lowlife punk.”

“Eunsoek, it’s not like that—“

“It’s not like that?” Wonbin cut you off.

“No. Wait. You don’t understand,” you pleaded.

“What don’t I understand? Huh? Because all I see is you over here moaning on Minji’s brothers fingers.”

“That’s the problem.” You began. “Minji can’t know that we’re together.”

“Oh? So I’m just some fucking decoy? Do you ever think about anyone’s feelings other than your own?”

“Eunsoek…”

“No. I loved you. Like actually loved you. I even wanted a relationship with you. I was just waiting for the perfect moment—“

“Perfect moment for what,” Sungchan asked as he walked over to you.

“The perfect moment to ask ____ to be my girlfriend,” Eunsoek smiled.

What.

The.

Fuck.

He pulled you under his arm as you looked at him in confusion. “Yeah, Wonbin caught us making out and I wanted her to know that I was serious,” he smiled, placing a kiss on your forehead.

You stood there dazed. No way was this really happening. Wait…but what exactly was happening?

“Oh thank God!” Minji chimed. “Too bad I missed the show,” she giggled.

“Heh there wasn’t much to see,” Wonbin mumbled under his breath.

“OMG! Okay we have to do something to honor this lovely day,” Minji squealed.

“It’s really not necessary,” you said shyly.

“Oh, it definitely is. Now you’re going to my brother’s party with your boyfriend?! We have to pick out the perfect outfit,” Minji smiled as she grabbed your hand, ripping you out of Eunsoek’s grasp.

After your suprise shopping spree with Minji, Eunsoek offered to drive you home. At this point you really couldn't refuse his request.

"So we're dating now?" you asked as the highway lights flashed glints of light in the car.

"That's what you wanted right? To cover up your little forbidden romance."

"Well, yeah, but you didn't have to do that."

"I know, but I wanted to. I gotta at least get something out of this whole thing right," he chuckled.

"Hmm, yeah," you sighed as he pulled into your driveway.

"If you get bored in the middle of the night, call me okay."

"Huh? Why?"

"Well, since I'm your fake boyfriend now, I guess I better start playing the part," he smiled.

"Oh," you chuckled. "Yeah, I guess you're right. Well, goodnight," you smiled back as you climbed out of the car.

"Goodnight, ____."

Were you really getting off this easy? Having Eunsoek willingly audition to be your fake boyfriend to help you hide your relationship with Wonbin? This was all too good to be true.

Eager to share this exciting revelation, you immediately called Wonbin the moment you locked your door.

*Ring. Ring. Ring.*

The dial tone rang as you waited for him to answer.

*Ring. Ring. Ring.*

He'd never made you wait this long.

*Ring. Ring. Ring.*

Maybe he was busy?

*Ring. Ring. Ring.*

Or just too busy for you...

You tried to call him one more time, just to be sure. But it was useless as he didn't pick up the phone even after calling him 3 more times.

5 missed calls.

You sent him a text, just letting him know you made it home and wanted to talk to him. You didn't want to spoil the surprise so you kept the message brief.

Two weeks passed and Wonbin still hadn't texted you back. Honestly, after the first week you stopped texting. You couldn't figure out why he suddenly decided to ditch you like this. Even when you went over to see Minji, Wonbin either stayed locked up in his room or grabbed his leather jacket and walked out of the door without saying a word. The one time you slept over, he didn't come home until around 3 in the morning.

Fortunately, during this confusing period of...you still didn't know exactly what to call it...you and Eunsoek had gotten a chance to talk. This was the first time since you met that you actually had a conversation with him that you were fully engaged in and enjoyed.

Usually, Wonbin held your mind captive, even in his absence.

You even told him about the current situation that you were having with him. He knew you couldn't really go to Minji about this, so he happily lent an ear to you. You and Wonbin had never made anything official, and maybe this was why. Maybe Minji was right...

With Seonghwa's party just a few days away, you and Minji went out for manicures. Just a fresh, simple set to add a little class to your outfits. You went with a black dress to blend with Eunsoek's black suit.

( 𑁍 Just some suggestions for your imagination--lmk which one u pick :D Outfit 1 | Outfit 2 | Outfit 3 | Outfit 4 | Outfit 5 | Outfit 6 )

Eunsoek offered to be the chauffeur today, as Sungchan is most often the one playing "bus-driver-brian." You sat right next to him in the passenger side, but when he rested his hand on your thigh you felt a sense of comfort wash over you. He had a way of making Wonbin disappear when you were together. What was the point of hanging onto someone who didn't want you?

"Alright! We're here!" Eunsoek chimed, parking the car and taking the keys out of the ignition. It was about 6:45 pm when you guys arrived. The sun was just getting ready to set and you were 15 minutes early.

"Ugh! Finally. My ass hurts from sitting down all that time," Minji sighed as she unbuckled her seatbelt before stepping out of the car to stretch. She wasn't completely wrong. An hour-long drive to the venue was not something you had anticipated, but at least it wasn't boring. You all took turns asking 'would you rather questions' from an app on Eunsoek's phone.

"Well, you're gonna be sitting down a lot longer once we go in," Sungchan snickered, playfully smacking her ass.

"Hey!" She spat, before hopelessly trying to get Sungchan back by smacking his ass. "Argh! I can't run in these damn heels!" She shouted running after Sungchan.

"Then stop running," he chuckled back. "It's not like you're gonna be able to catch me anyways."

"Oh yeah?" Minji smirked taking off her heels before launching one of the heels at her boyfriend.

"Ahh!" He yelped as he caught the shoe in his hands. Distracted by the flying heel he didn't even notice when Minji ran toward him, wrapping her arms around him just to smack his butt before smiling mischievously.

"Hey, we didn't get here early to have a butt-hunting battle," Eunsoek laughed as he wrapped his hand around your waist. A feeling that now felt comforting.

"Yeah, guys. Let's go scope out the dessert table," you chimed in, waving your hand to signal Minji to follow you.

"This isn't over," Sungchan smirked, poking Minji's nose. She giggled as she put her shoes back on, grabbing his hand to follow after you and Eunsoek. Luckily her heels covered the dirt that clung to the bottoms of her feet.

You entered the venue, looking around at the other attendees, you were glad to know that you weren't under or overdressed. Minji was promptly swept away by her aunt who immediately began to gossip about other family members.

You watched as her lips mouthed the words "help me" and the most overly dramatic expression that came with it.

"Don't worry, I'll save her. You just enjoy the party," Sungchan smiled reassuring you that he'd help Minji escape.

Eunsoek walked with you over to the dessert table. "What so you want to try first," he asked.

"Huh?" for a second you drifted off in your mind when he asked you that question.

"How about we just get one of everything and rate it one by one," he smiled as he grabbed a plate, loading it up with every dessert on the table.

Thank god he didn't notice.

He carefully balanced the snacks as you followed him out onto the terrace. The waxed wooden floors shined with the string of lights that were held up by black poles. The firepits were lit, adding an almost romantic vibe to the scene. You sat down next to Eunsoek on one of the soft benches outside.

"What do you want to try first?" he smiled.

"Hmm, I don't know...surprise me," you smiled back.

"Okay," he said scanning the board with his glossy cat eyes. "No peeking. Cover your eyes," his words made you both giggle in excitement.

Recalling the photographic picture you took of the plate you remember seeing various tarts, parfaits, cookies, fruits, and cakes. Unfortunately, none of that prepared you for what Eunsoek would put in your mouth.

First, he teased your lips with something smooth before pulling it away with a small chuckle, cupping your chin as you bit down into the dessert. Its flaky pie crust paired well with the creamy chocolate center.

"Okay, what d'you think? One out of ten," Eunsoek asked as you opened your eyes.

"Hmm...six."

"Why six."

"The chocolate was kinda bitter."

"Hmm, really?" Eunsoek looked at the bitten treat that sat between his fingers. "Yeah, you're right. It is kinda bitter. But I like that it's not too sweet," he said as he ate the remaining piece of the chocolate tart. "I'd give it an eight. Okay, my turn," he smiled before squeezing his eyes shut.

"Uhhh..." you said scanning the plate that sat on his lap. You picked up the chocolate chip cookie. "Ahh," you said as he opened his mouth to bite into the mystery dessert.

"Can't go wrong with chocolate chip," he smiled as he opened his eyes, bringing your fingers to his lips to take another bite. His lips grazed your fingertips as a swirl of butterflies went through your stomach. "This one obviously gets an eleven out of ten."

He barely did anything and you were already getting that feeling again. Just like what happened in the car when he placed his hand on your thigh. At first it was comforting, but that soon turned sexual as he gently gripped and massaged the area. You had gotten so used to playing pretend that it was starting to feel real now.

And with Wonbin out of the picture…it felt like he was all you had.

“Your turn,” Eunsoek said as you closed your eyes, preparing for the mystery treat.

You bit into a chocolate-covered strawberry and flinched as you met a set of lips. You opened your eyes to see Eunsoek holding the berry between his lips. You chewed the morsel in your mouth as he licked the melted chocolate from his fingers.

The sound of laughter distracted you from your sugar rush. It was coming from some blonde girl laughing with a guy who's face you couldn't yet see.

"What?" Eunsoek asked as he noticed the mood changed.

"Umm, nothing...I just--" You stopped mid-sentence after seeing that the faceless guy hitting it off with the blonde girl was none other than Wonbin. You hadn't seen that smile for so long that you'd thought he lost it.

That smile faded almost instantly as your eyes met his. "I need to go," you said in a soft voice as you walked away leaving Eunsoek behind. He looked around only to see Wonbin standing up to come after you.

"Don't even think about it," Eunsoek said, blocking Wonbin's path. "You've hurt her enough."

"Get the hell out of my way, Song," Wonbin spat, shooting Eunsoek a throat-cutting stare.

"Binnie. What's going on?" the blonde girl asked, approaching the two boys. "Is everything okay?"

"Yeah. I just need to go take care of something," Wonbin said as the girl wrapped her hands around his bicep. "I'll be back, just wait for me at our seat okay," he smiled feignly.

"Okay, don't keep me waiting," she said placing a soft kiss on his cheek before walking away.

A ditsy blonde was just what a guy like Wonbin needed. Pretty enough to make him look good and dumb enough not to make a scene.

"You're such a fucking prick," Eunsoek said, giving Wonbin a dirty look as he pushed past him to find you. "We both know she's better off with a guy like me than a guy like you."

Wonbin looked around to find you in every spot except the bathroom. He watched your black dress trail behind you as Minji walked you down the hall. The crowd seemed to disappear as you exited through the large double doors into the dimly lit hallway, the light of the moon casting a blue hue across the cold tile floors.

"____!" you turned your head to see Wonbin calling your name. Shame, guilt, and regret ran down your cheeks in the form of tears as you ignored him, entering the bathroom with your best friend.

You couldn't hold it back anymore, you broke and confessed to Minji.

"So that was you in my brother's room? I knew that bra looked familiar. Especially when we went to the mall a couple weeks ago. When you were changing I noticed it looked exactly the same, but I didn't say anything because you and Eunsoek had just started dating and I just assumed it was a weird coincidence," Minji was starting to connect the dots realizing that you had been ditching her to sneak around with Wonbin.

She tapped at your tears, trying her best not to ruin your makeup. "I know I said you couldn't be with him, but I wish you would've just told me about it. Trust me, I would've gotten over it," Minji smiled.

"I know but...you were right about him. He literally blew me off for some random chick. I didn't even know he'd be here and we literally haven't spoken in weeks," you sniffled, now feeling a lot calmer than before.

"Well, at least you can't say I didn't warn you. My brother is a jerk. Always has been. Always will be." she said pulling you into her embrace. "Now let's get back to that party. It's almost time for the toast."

You walked past Wonbin who was anxiously waiting outside of the bathroom. Ignoring his cry for attention, you and Minji walked back into the party greeting Sungchan and Eunsoek who held drinks for the two of you.

"We were able to snag you an alcoholic version," Sungchan winked passing you and Minji the champagne glasses.

*Boop. Boop*

The sound of the mic's feedback rang in your ears, directing your attention to the stage.

"Hmm, we were just in time," Minji whispered to you.

"I was looking everywhere for you," Minji's aunt spat as she grabbed her hand. It was like there was some kind of magnetic force drawing this woman to her. "We are about to do the toast for your brother and you need to be present at the family table."

The three of you followed behind the duo as one of Seonghwa's co-workers began the speech before calling him up on stage. You could see the strong resemblance in the Park family as you looked at Seonghwa on stage. You listened as he delivered his speech, thanking his co-workers and family for their support.

"Hey," Eunsoek whispered in your ear.

"Yeah?"

"Wanna finish what we started earlier?"

His words triggered a memory. The feeling you had when you were about to kiss him on the terrace before you were interrupted by Wonbin and his new muse. Eager to start over and continue a real relationship with Eunsoek, you nodded your head.

He smirked as he grabbed your hand, finishing his drink as the two of you snuck out to the entrance.

Now you were alone. Here there was no one to interfere. No one to take your eyes off of the guy who wanted you for you and not for your body.

He pulled your face towards him, eagerly kissing your lips as a smile grew across his face. "You don't know how long I've been waiting to do that."

He wrapped his hand around your waist, pulling you closer to him as he kissed you deeper, occasionally inserting his tongue. Kissing Eunsoek was different than kissing Wonbin. It felt wrong to compare, but Eunsoek kissed with passion, unlike Wonbin whose lips were saturated in lust.

Kissing at this rate would've had Wonbin groping your ass or trying to pull you into a corner to fuck your brains out.

You felt something brush up against your thigh. "Sorry," Eunsoek said as he caught you looking down.

"It's okay," you smiled, lips a bit swollen from him sucking on them. I guess I spoke too fast.

"I brought a condom," his cheeked glowing red a bit as blood rushed through his body.

You couldn't deny the fact that you were getting turned on, but you didn't expect this. "Maybe this isn't a good time," you whispered.

"Okay," Eunsoek said, clearing his throat. "We should probably get back to the party then," he suggested, grabbing your hand before walking back through the gates.

Standing at the entrance you saw Wonbin talking to the blonde girl from earlier. He still hadn't seen you, but she did. Assuming that Wonbin had run off because of you, she cupped his face to kiss him. Pushing him against the wall as she pressed her body against him.

Surprised by her action, Wonbin gently pulls away to see you standing there with Eunsoek. Instead of letting him see you cry, you turned around and walked back out of the gates, Eunsoek trailing behind you.

"Wait!" Wonbin shouted as you walked away.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" the girl asked.

"Ash," Wonbin sighed only to be cut off by a slap to the face.

"Don't fucking speak to me," she spat before storming back through the doors only to be met by Minji. "Ugh!" she growled.

"Hey, Mom and Dad want us to go take pictures," She said as he looked back to see that you were well out of sight by now.

Ignoring the bad timing, you agreed to have sex with Eunsoek right now. You didn't care about Wonbin anymore and you wanted him out of your system as fast as possible. The two of climbed into the backseat of his car.

"You sure you want to do this?" he asked, not wanting you to make this decision based off of your negative emotions. But you wanted this. More than anything. More than...Wonbin.

He pulled up your dress to reveal your panties. Unbuckling his pants, he pulled out his dick before taking the condom out of his back pocket.

"I don't want the condom," you said as you saw the shiny red wrapper.

"Are you sure?" he raised his eyebrows in shock.

"Yes," you said as he took a deep breath. He pressed his fingers up against your entrance, feeling your folds moisten at his touch. "Mnn," you moaned as he grazed your clit which was surprisingly more sensitive than you expected.

"Are you okay?" he asked to which you nodded in response. He watched your expression tense up as he inserted his finger. First one, then two, coaxing his digits in and out of your slime hole. Eager to taste you, he pulled his fingers out to suck your fluids off as he stroked himself.

"I want you to put it in me," you said, biting your lower lip at the throbbing sensation at your core. You wanted him deep inside of you. Eunsoek put his arm around you, bracing up against the seat as he pushed through your opening, a soft moan escaping his lips as he felt your tightness.

"Ngh!" he said as the squelching sounds intensified. He pumped deep into you, hitting your cervix every so often. You moaned every time this happened. A mixture of both pain and pleasure washed over you as he fucked your throbbing cunt.

"Ahhgh!" a high-pitched scream filled his ears as he pulled you onto his lap. You leaned over his shoulder as he started fucking you faster.

"Mmm. Fuck. I'm gonna cum," he groaned pulling his dick out. You reached between your legs to shove it back in.

"I want you to cum inside of me," you said as he looked at you in shock. Adhering to your request, he wrapped his arms around you, pumping deep into your sloppy, wet hole as you felt his seed spill inside of you. Your walls clenched around him, milking every last drop of cum from him.

It was so much that it spilled out of you.

Breathless, the two of you readjusted your clothes before falling asleep next to each other in the backseat.

But what surprised you most, aside from having the best breakup sex ever, was when you woke up parked in the driveway of Sungchan's house.

You grabbed Eunsoek's wrist, checking the time on his watch, 6:21 am.

"Ngh..." Eunsoek groaned as he slowly woke up.

"How'd we get here?" you asked as he gently batted his eyes open.

"Sungchan most likely drove us here. I can tell you right now, we wouldn't be alive in Minji drove."

"But how?"

"I left the keys in the driver's seat," he said before leaning over to kiss your forehead. "Last night was amazing by the way," he smiled.

"Hmm, yeah, it was," you smiled back.

Eunsoek pulled out his phone to call Sungchan. His groggy voice was way more attractive than you thought. You both got cleaned up before cooking breakfast. Minji woke up an hour later and told you how she was moving in with Sungchan. That way you didn't have to see him ever again unless you wanted to.

You were excited to have a fresh start with Eunsoek.

It had been two weeks since the party and Wonbin hadn't even crossed your mind once.

*zzt zzt* your phone buzzed from your pocket.

It was a text from Wonbin.

You hesitated to open it, but when he texted again you felt compelled to check.

Just as you unlocked your phone, he started to call.

"Hello?" you said, answering the call.

"Have you had your period yet?" he asked in a concerning tone.

"Why are you asking me this?"

"Just tell me...please."

"No, I haven't had it yet," you replied in an annoyed tone.

"So it's late?"

"Only by a few days. My period fluctuates all the time. So what?"

"You need to take a test," he said sounding anxious. "You might be pregnant."

"Just go focus on that blonde girl okay. Don't worry about me. I can take care of myself."

"____, she was just a cover. Some random girl I met at the bar who had a crush on me. I didn't want to look suspicious showing up alone," you rolled your eyes at his empty words. "You know I love you."

"Whatever."

"Please, ____. If it's negative you can ignore me for the rest of your life if you want," his words danced in your head as you thought back to the day you got your nails done with Minji.

Wonbin had showed up in the middle of the night at your house a drunk mess. He had a cut on his lip from getting into a fight at the bar and what started off as you helping him sober up became a fuck fest in seconds.

"I missed you so fucking much," he said with tears in his eyes.

"Wonb--" his lips stopped the words from coming out of your mouth. He whined as he came inside of you...twice. The first time in the kitchen and the second time in the shower.

You could remember the feeling of his delicate hands pulling your body closer to him.

What if you really were pregnant? If not for Wonbin, then for Eunsoek...

"Fine," you agreed.

"Great, I'll come over later with the stuff," he said shortly before ending the call.

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[moremaybank]

mirror sex with jj pleaseee😩

REFLECTIONS — j.m

pairing jj maybank x gf!reader

summary jj surprises you when you two go on a romantic trip for the weekend

warnings 18+, unprotected sex, humping, fingering, oral sex (m. receiving), anal play, mirror sex (obvi), language, praise kink, slight degradation kink, squirting

author's note kinda put my own lil twist on it, i hope that's okay 🫶🏻

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you swiped your key card over the lock, hearing the little ding that notified you that the door to your hotel room was now unlocked. you stepped inside, jj following closely behind you as he brought in your bags. the door shut behind him, and he set down your belongings as he watched you explore the room.

it's not every day that the two of you get the opportunity to spend an entirely stress-free and romantic weekend away, so jj had opted to make it memorable. sure, he splurged when he had promised you he wouldn't, but he couldn't help himself. he loved you so much, and you deserved it. point blank, period.

"j..." you whispered, eyes roaming around the room. there were twinkly lights across the walls and strung carefully around the railing of the balcony, and the view was gorgeous. it overlooked the water, the now setting-sun casting hues of pink, orange and violet over the body of water. there were three bottles of kook-worthy champagne in ice buckets and chocolate-covered strawberries decorated with precision. the king-sized mattress has rose petals sprinkled over the duvet in the shape of a heart. "did you do all this?"

"maybe," he shrugged, a casual but shy smile on his face. "you haven't even seen the best part. look up," he urged.

it was an odd request, but you obliged, tilting your head back to get a look at the ceiling of your room. when you did, your gaze landed on your reflection.

"you didn't," you breathed, a smile growing on your face as you looked at him from over your shoulder.

"oh, but i did."

you and jj were laid up in the hammock at the chateau. he had an arm slung around your shoulders as you leaned your head on his broad chest. your fingers toyed with each other's as you stared up at the stars in the night sky. the air was chilly, but neither of you even had the chance to notice because you were enveloped in each other's warmth.

nothing could beat this.

"hey, babe?"

"hm?" you hummed in response, your fingers tracing patterns over the palm of his hand.

"how cheesy would it be if one day we got a hotel room with a mirror on the ceiling?"

"that's...an oddly specific question," you chuckled, "but honestly, i think it'd be romantic. why do you ask?"

"i'm just trying to see if you're as freaky as i am," he smirked, and you laughed softly, smacking him on the chest.

"jj."

"i'm serious. it'd give us a whole other perspective," he said, slowly climbing on top of you. "just think about it...you on your back while i'm devouring the hell out of your pussy. you looking up at the mirror and watching my every move. each thrust of my cock into you, watching it fill you up from two different angles...it'd be one hell of a show," he mumbled into your neck, leaving soft and wet kisses there.

you felt your panties start to become damp as jj's words and actions turned you on, and you weaved your legs around his hips to bring him closer to you. your hand clasped around the back of his neck, bringing his face back up so you could look at him.

"well, when you put it that way, how could i ever say no?"

jj grinned in response. "i'll make it happen one day. we'll get out of here, just you and me, and we'll spend an entire weekend together just drowning in each other. how's that sound?" he questioned, his thumb smoothing over the outline of your jaw as his gaze locked on yours.

"that sounds perfect. now, what do you say we drown in each other right here?"

"how could i ever say no?" he spoke, quoting what you said earlier with a smug look on his face.

"that was two years ago, how'd you even remember that?"

"it was my idea, baby. i told you i'd make it happen, didn't i?" jj pulled you backwards until you were against his front, and he wrapped his strong arms around your waist as he leaned his head on your shoulder. "you deserve the best, baby, and i'm gonna give it to you."

you turned your head to the side, pecking jj's cheek softly. "you better get your ass on that bed, maybank. i'm about to give you the night of your life."

"that's my line," he frowned.

you didn't answer, but instead, you shoved him down onto the bed and climbed on top of him. you giggled as he tugged you closer to him, and your lips collided.

jj's hands slid under the hem of your shit, fingers hooking into the material of the back of your bra. he tugged on it, letting it snap back onto the skin of your back. you hissed at the semi-harsh contact, the sting only spurring on your pending horniness. you'd always been the type of person to enjoy a little pain with your pleasure. in response, one of your hands threaded your fingers through his blonde locks, tugging on them as jj pulled you closer still, your clothed breasts pressing into jj's chest.

"take this shit off," jj mumbled, pulling at the hem of your shirt. you obliged his order, stripping your shirt off. your laced bra accentuated your cleavage and made jj's head spin. he yanked each cup down, freeing your breasts from their confinement before his lips adorned them with kisses and nibbles. he sucked soft red and purple hues into the flesh of your tits, and you rolled your hips against his. the tent in his shorts was growing. his cock firm as you prompted his arousal, and it twitched underneath your clothed core.

"jj," you whispered, your digits prying at the button of his shorts. he nodded at you, giving a silent go-ahead for you to remove them from his lower half. you yanked them down his legs when he raised his hips. "can i suck you off, baby?" you asked, your palm rubbing against his cock over his briefs.

"fuck yeah," he breathed.

you grinned, helping him shrug off his shirt before you started to trail wet kisses down his torso. you began at his sternum, making your way down to the waistband of his underwear. you drew it downward, exposing his cock. the tip was red, angry and wanting as it silently begged you for attention. your hand circled it, and you stroke him slightly.

"have i ever told you how beautiful your cock is, j? it's perfect. i salivate every single time about it, did y'know?"

you spat on your hand, lubing it up before you brought it back to jj's length. you brought your face closer to it, opening your mouth. you slapped it against your tongue, feeling the gratifying weight of it weighing you down. it didn't matter how many times you'd come face to face with his length. you were still stunned and completely cock-drunk every single time without fail.

you wrapped your lips around the tip of his cock, your tongue swirling around it as you teased him. jj's hips jerked, notifying you that he wanted for me. more of your lips, more of your mouth and your tongue. just the tip wasn't enough for him. he needed to feel all of you, or he wouldn't be satiated. not in the slightest.

you brought him down your throat all the way, his cock nudging the back of it each time you took him into your mouth. your head bobbed up and down as your lips created a vice-like grip on him. he threw his head back, his fingers digging into your scalp as he guided your movements.

"shit. your mouth feels so good, baby. can i come down your throat? will you let me do that?" he questioned.

your doe eyes stared up at him, softening as you silently gave him permission to do so. he grinned as best as he could manage through the pleasure. he let you slurp and suck all around him, your mouth warm and slick against his length. jj met you halfway, semi-thrusting his hips as you pulled and pulled at him with your lips. you moaned around him while taking him deeper. it was almost as if you could feel him in your lungs, and you moaned around him as he used your throat to make himself come.

"fuck. i'm right there. make me come, baby. want you to swallow me whole."

you sucked on him harsher, your lips providing a suction-like clasp on his length. your free hand came up to play with his balls, massaging them as you reeled him toward his orgasm. they tightened, his cock fluttering inside your mouth as he shot his hot ropes of come down your throat. it was hot and slightly salty, but also so jj at the same time. you could lap at him forever if he'd let you.

jj pulled you off his length and guided your face back to his so he could kiss you. he did, his lips devouring yours in a wordless 'thank you.' you blindly yanked at the clasp of your bra as you tossed it aside, freeing your breasts completely. you momentarily pulled away from the kiss, desperately trying to rid yourself of your jean shorts. you finally dislodged the button, unzipping them and tugging them down your legs along with your panties.

"will you fuck me, daddy? i wanna watch you fill me up," you begged, your bare core grinding against his cock after you climbed back on top of him. you bit your lip as the stimulation to your clit raked through your body. your movements soon became relentless as that familiar pleasant feeling grew more and more present.

"baby. if you don't stop, i'm gonna come before i even get inside you," jj grunted, grabbing your hips in an attempt to halt your grinding. you whined at the loss of your pleasure because you craved that high you were chasing. "shh. it's alright, pretty girl. i'm gonna take care of you, i promise."

he changed your position, laying you flat on your back as he propped your head up on the lush pillows. his fingers ran down your inner thighs, causing goosebumps to form in their wake. he inched closer and closer to your cunt, and your clit throbbed as your blood rushed to it. you yearned for any sliver of friction jj would grant, and as if he knew your exact thoughts, his thumb teased your entrance. it gathered up your slick, smoothing it over your folds and all the way up to your bundle of nerves. his circled it delicately, sating your ache only slightly. he slipped his middle finger inside of you, stroking in and out as he continued his work on your clit.

"can you do something for me, princess?"

"anything, j. anything."

"i want you to watch us in the mirror. watch as i bury myself in you. watch as every ridge and vein of my cock strokes your pussy until you can't take it anymore," he rasped, pushing into you inch by inch. "your pussy swallows me so well. i wouldn't give a fuck if you kept me inside of you forever. i'd just spend my days filling you to the brim with my seed. get you all knocked up and pretty."

jj didn't move, letting you adjust to his measurable length. you could feel it throbbing inside of you, each pulse matching up with the beats of his heart. he threw his head back as he got accustomed to your pussy.

you looked up at him in the mirror, watching as the sunset light from the balcony door highlighted the high points of his face. he was so beautiful, all uniquely carved and striking. you burned the image into your memory, never wishing to forget just how majestic he looked in this moment.

"move for me, j. gonna be your good fucking slut. make me fall apart for you," you urged, your hands running down his chest.

jj started to move, his cock slamming against your cervix with a slight sting as he fucked you. his hands groped your tits, squeezing them needily as he rutted into you. he gritted his teeth, the gratification of your cunt around him sending chills down his spine.

"tell me how i make you feel, baby girl. beg me for my cock, i wanna hear it." his hips picked up the pace further, your flesh smacking together with each thrust.

"i need your cock, baby. can't live without it. pound me harder," you pleaded. you felt his lust take completely take over his actions, and his cock rammed into you. you knew you drove him crazy when you spoke to him in that manner, begging and begging until he snapped. he was fast-approaching that state, and you wanted to see him break.

"i love when you use me, jj. force me to take your cock and until i can't breathe, make me fucking take it. tonight is all about you. this pussy belongs to you, j. it's all for you."

"yeah?"

"mhm. fuck, look at that," you spoke, motioning up to the mirror. "you see that, baby? see how my pussy takes all of you? you're so good for me, filling me whole. love you and your cock so much."

jj's hand came up to your face, and he pushed his thumb into your mouth, letting you lap at it and drench it with your saliva. once he decided it was enough, he brought his hand underneath the place where you two were connected. his thumb probed at the entrance of your puckered hole, and he sank it in slowly. a new wave of pleasure coursed through your veins at the added penetration.

you gasped at the sudden intrusion, your hands gripping onto his biceps with a strong grasp as you melted underneath him. you were slowly turning into putty in his hands, letting him act as he deemed fit. you'd allow him to do anything to you, anything that granted him even the slightest bit of satisfaction.

"ruin me, jj. make it hurt. i'm so fucking close."

jj pulled out of you just as you felt your orgasm starting to wash over you. you whined loudly, hands gripping at him as you tried to feel him again.

"not yet. not finished with you, baby."

jj leaned back against the pillows to your side, and he tugged you on top of him. your back was flush against his front, his legs caging around yours as he sank you down onto his cock. you threw your head back against his shoulder as he began to move again. his hand clutched around your throat. he kept your gaze on his in the reflection of the mirror.

"look at you. my own fucking sex doll. you're so pathetic that you'd let me do anything i wanted to you, isn't that right?"

this new position drove you up the wall. his cock jammed against your g-spot, the curve of him nudging you deliciously. your hands hooked under his own, wrapping around his biceps once more as he fucked you. you were already on the verge of crying when he brought a hand down to rub at your clit viciously.

the view from the mirror was a different type of erotic, one that the two of you had never experimented with up to date. it was like watching a film, one that had you on the edge of your seat; one that you never wanted to look away from in fear that you'd miss a vital moment.

"don't stop, jj. oh god, please don't fucking stop. i'm right there."

"yeah? you gonna cream all over my cock, baby?" his hips fucked up into you relentlessly as he poured all his energy to destroying your cunt. you nodded, your eyes locking on his as you bit down on your bottom lip harshly.

"oh, baby. e-even better," you spoke. you squealed, finally feeling your orgasm take over. your release squirted out of you, and your juices poured out onto the sheets below you. it coated jj's fingers as well, the ones that had previously been massaging your clit. he brought them up to your mouth, stuffing them inside and letting you taste yourself.

"how d'you taste, pretty girl? so fucking sweet, right? nothing is as sweet as you." his hips began to jerk as he approached his own high. your hand reached behind you, gripping the back of his neck as his teeth bit into the flesh of your shoulder. you felt him shoot his hot come inside of you, filling you with a warm sensation.

eventually, he halted his actions, pulling out of you slowly as you both laid together, trying to catch your breath. you turned your head, your forehead leaning against the crook of jj's neck. you listened to his heartbeat, and you felt it thump-thumping at the skin of your back. his arms weaved themselves around your waist, holding you tight as you both relaxed.

you grabbed one of his hands, interlocking his fingers with yours as you brought them to your lips. you kissed his knuckles, lingering for a moment before holding that same hand to your chest.

"thank you so much for this. i love you," you said.

"...you don't think i'm done with you, do you?"

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[semisgroupie]

SUNS OUT BUNS OUT!

shidou ryusei x fem. reader

wc: 1.8k

warnings: public sex, lots of teasing from shidou, creampie, unprotected sex, exhibitionism, there’s a huge risk of getting caught, guest appearance at the end (I’m sure y’all can guess who), degradation, filthy dirty talk, mention of pet play (VERY BRIEF)

synopsis: your boyfriend can never control himself when you wear sundresses

a/n: this is for the lovely @saintshiba’s sundress szn collab!!! thank you for letting me join and check out all the other amazing pieces!!

Shidou loved this time of the year. It was warm out, there were more things to do that were fun but there was something that outweighed it all.

Seeing you in a pretty sundress he bought for you.

He felt like a rabid dog whenever he saw you in a sundress, it brought out this overwhelming desire that he couldn’t quell until he got his hands on you.

Today was one of the days where one of the sundresses he bought you would come in handy. He planned a picnic date in the park and since it was going to be warm, a thin sundress was just the perfect attire.

You could almost applaud your boyfriend’s efforts of remaining calm and not succumbing to the temptation for most of the date. You two were able to get through most of your food before his loving glances turned into hunger filled looks, his gentle grazes of his fingers turned into teasing touches. His fingers traveled under the hem of your dress and slowly lifted the skirt up but you quickly moved to swat his hand away.

“Oh come on, can’t I see what color panties my sexy girlfriend is wearing?” He batted his long eyelashes at you and went back to what he was doing. You swatted his hand away again and glared at him. “Ryu, we’re in the middle of the park where there’s people walking around. I’m not letting you lift my dress so you can look at my panties.” As if you summoned them on cue, an elderly couple walked past on the walkway near where you two were and glanced over at you two with soft smiles.

“But why not? I’ve been good this whole time so let me get what I want. I know you love the risk just as much as I do. Plus it’s not like I’m fucking you in the middle of the park, if we move a few feet back, we’ll practically be invisible to any passerby. Remember the dressing room a few weeks ago or the ferris wheel last week? We didn’t get caught then.”

Heat rose to your cheeks and bloomed between your legs as you thought about both past events. He wasn’t wrong, you two didn’t get caught surprisingly. But now there was just more of a risk. You didn’t want to get arrested for public indecency but now that he put the thought in your head, you couldn’t deny yourself.

It was as if he could see the gears turning in your head. He helped you to your feet and messily collected all the picnic gear and brought it to the area he was talking about. You followed quickly behind and sat down on the checkered blanket once he set it out again. “So what do you say? I promise we won’t get caught and I won’t be loud at all.” He waited for your response and once you nodded he took your hand in his and pulled you down to sit with him. “But Ryu, if we get caught I will kill you.” He chuckled at your warning and pulled you close to him, “I love when you give me those empty threats. But if you kill me then you’ll just find another guy in the future and you’ll just have boring sex, that’s not exhilarating at all.”

You rolled your eyes and climbed onto his lap, he wrapped an arm around your middle while his free hand traveled up your legs and his fingers grazed your covered slit. “You know, for someone who doesn’t want to get caught you’re fucking soaked.” He chuckled and pressed two of his fingers against your covered clit when you opened your mouth to reply to his comment. Instead of the words of a sentence, what left you was a gasp of his name. “Sorry baby I just want you even wetter for me.” He rubbed your clit over your panties a few times and chuckled when you bucked your hips. “Ryu, stop teasing me.” You whined and looked back at him with a pout, he always did this both in public and in the privacy of your shared home. He would always drag everything out as much as possible whenever it came to him fucking you. He always said that he couldn’t help it, he just loved seeing you get so desperate and needy for him.

His cock was throbbing in his shorts as he continued to toy with your pussy. His fingers moved up and down your cotton covered slit. Just teasing you as he pressed his fingertips against your hungry entrance, just feeling you gush and soak your panties more with your juices. After a few more motions he pulled your panties to the side and slipped just one finger inside you and your greedy walls practically sucked it inside. “Oh poor thing, your poor needy pussy was just calling for more attention. Oh don’t worry, I’ll fill her up with what she really needs.” He cooed in your ear as he slowly started pumping his finger. You whined and bucked your hips up into his hand, trying to get more friction from him. You leaned back against him and your pretty lips formed another pout. “Ryu, please give me your cock. I need it so badly. Please Ryu, please give it to me.”

You knew you sounded pathetic at this point but you could care less. The ache that was burning between your legs was just too much and you needed something to soothe it. “Shh shh, you’re whining so much. I told you I’m getting you ready for my cock but you’re just a needy little bitch in heat aren’t you? Just yapping and whining away until you get what you need. I should get you a pretty collar to wrap around your neck and a cute leash if you want to be my puppy.” He licked up the side of your neck and gently bit your earlobe before he pulled away from you and released his cock from the confines of his shorts.

It was throbbing and a thick bead of precum dribbled from the head and traveled down his cock. He dropped his head and spit on his cock then he quickly lifted you and helped you sink down on his cock. He had to bite down on his bottom lip to suppress the guttural groan that was threatening to escape. “Shit, Ryu!” You gasped as you sank down completely and he clamped his hand over your mouth. You felt his breath on your ear as you started grinding against him, too impatient to wait any longer. “Didn’t you just complain about the risk of getting caught? And you’re here moaning and whimpering like a fucking pornstar. You’re making think that you want to get caught, that you want this entire park to watch me fuck this messy cunt. Is that what you want? You want the entire park to see me slut you out?”

You shook your head and your words were muffled by his hand. “Hm? What’s that? I can’t really hear you.” He teased and wrapped his free arm around you and started bouncing you on his cock. Any protests to his earlier statement were silenced and turned into cries and moans of pleasure. He groaned and grunted in your ear as your pussy clenched and coiled around his cock. “My dirty little slut, just fucking clenching my cock like you need it to survive. Is that it? Do you need my cock more than air baby?” You just gave a nod as you continued to bounce on his cock, letting your body take over and coherent thoughts. He sloppily kissed and licked along your neck and he kept his hand clamped over your mouth. The hand that was wrapped around your middle went up and groped your tits through your dress, he quickly found your perky nipples and pulled on them. You clenched around him tighter and brought one of your hands down to rub your clit, the action added to the tightening coil in the pit of your stomach.

“Oh my little slut is gonna cum, you’re just getting tighter around me fuck. Don’t worry baby, just let go for me and I’ll fill you up with cum. I’ll fill this needy cunt with cum right here in this park.” You started rubbing your clit faster and your legs started trembling as he started thrusting up into you. You threw your head back against his shoulder and let out a muffled cry against his hand as you came undone. He groaned as your pussy tightened around his cock and all it took was a few more thrusts before he started filling you with cum. He dropped his hand from your mouth and both of his hands gripped your hips to grind you against his cock and once his cock stopped twitching he lifted you off his cock.

He quickly moved to cover your pussy with your panties then pushed his cock back in his shorts. “Fuck baby, that was fun wasn’t it? Don’t you feel the adrenaline rush?” You leaned back against him and shook your head. “You’re gonna be the death of me you heathen. Now come on, let’s go back home.” He nodded and you both packed up everything and made your way back to the parking lot. Just as you two were just mere feet away from your car there was a familiar redhead.

“Mr. Child Prodigy! You’ve been ignoring my texts to hang out and now you’re here when we’re leaving. You’re making me think that you’re avoiding us.” And by the deadpan stare on Sae’s face you knew he was partially right.

“I’m not avoiding you both, Ryusei. I’m only avoiding you.” His teal eyes traveled from your boyfriend to you and they scanned your body. They traveled down your body and stopped at your legs, specifically your thighs that weren’t covered by your dress. “But maybe we should schedule something soon, looks like you two have plenty of fun.” Sae’s eyes went back up your body and met your boyfriend’s gaze. It was like the two shared a silent exchange of words and finally Ryusei spoke up. “Sounds good, you have my number. Now I need to take this one home, I hope to hear from you soon.”

With that, Ryusei led you back to the car while Sae continued on his run and you looked up to see a wide smirk on your boyfriend’s face. You furrowed your eyebrows and opened your mouth to question him but he beat you to the punch, “I packed some extra napkins in the glove box, I’ll clean you up before we get in the car.” You furrowed your eyebrows more and looked down, you didn’t have anything on your dress and you know you didn’t have anything on your face but as you looked lower you saw a trail of his cum make its way down your thighs.

Your eyes widened at the sight and all your boyfriend could do was laugh. “It’s okay, this little ‘accident’ will lead to something exhilarating, I just know it.”

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Prompt 30 - Uneven

@jegulus-microfic January 30 Word count 995

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“James?...James?” Regulus’s voice was small. 

“Do you really mean that?” James was trying very hard to stomp down the feelings that were slowly beginning to bloom through him.

“Yes. James, I want to come home.” 

“Then come home, Reg.” He knew the words had more meaning behind them, but he couldn’t examine that right now. 

“Okay,” Regulus said, the hope clear in his voice. “I’ll call you when I have a date.”

“Okay, Reg.”

They’d stayed on the line, not saying anything until James had said goodnight, and they both hung up. James stroked Leo. 

“What am I going to do, boy?”    

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“Is it because of me?” Barty asked seriously when Regulus went to him on Monday morning to ask about breaking his contract. Regulus shook his head. 

“Not in the way you think. You made me realise that what I really want is back home.” He waited for Barty to ask about it, but he didn’t. 

“I really don’t want to lose you as an employee.” Barty had recovered quickly, moving on to the next task. “Let’s spitball some ideas and see if we can figure this out.” Regulus hadn’t even thought of that as an option.   

They spent most of the morning agreeing on a compromise.

He and Barty had discussed him working remotely back in England and flying to New York every three months for a few weeks. It was a good plan. But at the end of the day, it was his father, Bartemius Crouch Sr, who had the final say.

He was called into Crouch’s office that same afternoon. He was nervous. This man was the one in control of his future. He knocked on the door and waited to be called in.  

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Sirius had told him the date that Regulus was returning two weeks ago, and Regulus had messaged him the night before to say he’d landed and asked if he’d come over for dinner this evening. He’d agreed instantly, only remembering about Lily when she got out of the shower and joined him in bed. 

He fretted over what he was going to say all night. He tossed and turned, eventually leaving the bed, worried he would wake her. 

The sun rose, and he hadn’t slept a wink. He heard movement upstairs as Lily woke. He put down the whisky he’d been nursing when he heard her coming down the stairs. She walked into the kitchen and went straight to the kettle for a cup of tea. 

“Erm—Lily—We need to talk.” He needed to get this over with. He’d been putting it off. Not quite believing that Regulus would come back. But now it was real. He was back in Grimmauld Place, and James had run out of time. He didn’t know what would happen between him and Regulus tonight, and he didn’t want to lie to Lily. She deserved better.  

He cleared his throat and continued. “Regulus is back.” She barely reacted. She just nodded slowly as she stirred the teabag around her mug. 

“For good?” She asked. Something flashed in her eyes, but it was gone so quickly James couldn’t tell what it was. 

“Yes.” He rubbed the back of his neck nervously.  

Lily nodded again. 

“Are you getting back together?” Her lips were pursed, and her shoulders had squared. James felt very small and found he couldn’t meet her eyes. 

“He wants me to go over tonight for dinner. So we can talk.” He still couldn’t look her in the eyes. She folded her arms across her chest, holding herself tightly. 

“I don’t want to upset you, Lily. But Reg he—” Lily cut him off. 

“James, I need to tell you something.”

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Regulus looked at the table he’d just set. Something was off. He walked around it, scrutinising his place settings. His eyes narrowed in on the culprit. The knife and spoon on James's side were uneven.

“Well, we can’t have that, can we? It has to be perfect.” He told the offending cutlery as he carefully rearranged them. He smiled down at the now beautiful table. 

‘Knock, knock.’ His eyes flashed in horror as he looked at the clock and realised he’d lost track of the time and James was here. 

He hurriedly removed the apron and smoothed down his shirt. The door sounded again as he jogged up the steps out of the kitchen and towards the front door. He paused for a moment to check his reflection in the hallway mirror. His cheeks were slightly flushed, and his eyes were too wide, but he doubted James would care. 

He took a steadying breath and opened the door.

James stood there illuminated by the porch light and looked just as mouthwatering as he always had. Regulus had to concentrate to not jump into his arms and start kissing him.

“Hi,” He breathed. 

“Hi,” James replied just as breathy. 

They stood and stared at each other until Regulus realised they were still in the doorway and he hadn’t invited James in. 

“Come in. Dinner’s nearly ready. I made chicken Kievs. Hope that’s alright?” He babbled as he led James down into the kitchen. 

It was warm and cosy in there. Regulus busied himself with opening a bottle of wine while James shuffled from foot to food behind him.    

“Reg. Somethings happened.” He froze, hand hovering over the wine bottle. He looked up at the devastated expression on James’s face. 

“What is it, James?” His voice came out quiet and cracked. He could have sworn the temperature of the room had dropped. 

James swallowed repeatedly, wringing his hands together. All manner of scenarios played in Regulus’s mind. “James, I need you to talk. My imagination is going wild here.” His heart was thundering in his chest. He could feel it in his ears. 

James finally looked him in the eye and took one last shuddering breath before he answered. 

“Lily’s pregnant.” Regulus felt the blood drain from his face. “I’m the father.” 

Next part

[elsaellaelys]

Mami

summary: JJ is in love with his brazilian girlfriend.

pairing: JJ Maybank x brazilian🇧🇷fem!reader

620 words

a/n: Clearly nothing of self projection in this, as you might notice. I just wanted to read something like that and who's better to write it than a latin? Let me know if you want a spanish reader fic too. <3

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This is something JJ never thought that could happen to him, dating a beautiful latin girl, and being hopeless in love with her, now he considers himself the luckiest guy in the island.

JJ parked his motorcycle outside her house, a small house, but she made it feel like the total definition of home, with the roses and little wildflowers she spread along the tiny garden, the unmatched chairs around the thrifted table in the porch. He could hear the music loud even before coming in, it was Raça Negra sounding off in the speaker, he was able to tell after all the experience with Y/N's music, pagode right after she woke, Slipmami when she wanted to set a mood in bed and ride him all by herself, he is such a fool for her like that. Opening the front door lightly JJ perked through it, her silhouette was in the front of the stove, hips swaing to the sound of Cheia de Mania, it felt like his heart went up to his head, just like it always do everytime he sees her, hair clipped up, short skirt hanging loose, bikini straps showing at the waist line, top tied just in a simple bow and he remembered what he was there for, they were going to the beach, excitement flowing through his body for thinking about spending a whole day with his mulatta queen laying in the sun light, skin so tan looking oiled cause of the sunscreen.

"Hi mami." He knocked in the door after closing it, Y/N turned around, a bowl of pancake dough in her hands, a smile beginning to light her face.

"Hi! I'm making breakfast , its gonna be quick. I slept to much, but I just need to eat and we can go." she gabbled while walking around the kitchen, flipping a pancake, filling a cup with coffee, grabing a plate she stopped. "Do you wanna eat with me? I'm talking way to much, aren't I?"

He smiled rouding her waist with his arms, head resting against her shoulder, peppering kisses in her neck. "It's not like I don't like it, mami. I want a salt pancake, that ones you do with cheese and ham"

"What about coffee, American Boy?"

"A beer would be perfect." he grinned at her, she pushed him away with a disgusted expression.

"Eca! We do have to take some to the beach, but in the breakfast?!" she complained while flipping the pancake, she is the best when it becomes to drinks, caipirinhas, quentão, brazilian limonades, nobody could stay sober in a party if Y/N made the drinks "Whatever, they're in the... the... the thing you use to make things cold."

JJ laughed lightly, he understand how sometimes the words slip from her mind, how her vowels are too portuguese at some words, how her english goes to hell when he goes down on her and, fuck, how he loves that. "The fridge, you mean?" "Yes!" she smiled, setting the plates down.

Hot salt pancakes laying beautifully in front of them. Tá Vendo Aquela Lua starting on the speaker.

"Oh, Jay, you have to dance this one with me!" she begged, reaching his hands to bring him to the middle of the american style kitchen.

"But look at those pancakes." JJ whined.

"But. Look at my ass, wouldn't you like to hold it while I shake it?" he grunted, following her, holding her hips a little too low, her hands float to his shoulders as she swayd to the music rhythm, laughing when he longed the twirl just to take a look at her, singing to him, she didn't mind to translate it. She knew he understood. How they were meant to be, how she would do anything for him, how she wanted to stop right in that moment because anything, anybody and anywhere would feel better than that.

The coffee and the pancakes were getting cold, but their love was just warmer and warmer inside their hearts.

[mncxbe]

could i request something with the superstition of “if you can tie a cherry’s stem, that means you’re a good kisser” and dazai? i feel like he’s the type of loser who’d believe that sentiment

This may be the cutest request I got and YES he would definitely fall for that and would struggle to master the technique. I hope you like it anon♡

Cheri Cheri lady🍒

𝑫𝒂𝒛𝒂𝒊 𝒙 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

Was a kiss all it took to earn a date with you?

𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: fluff♡

It was the end of March and the cherry trees were almost in full bloom in Yokohama. The sweet, honey like scent of the flowers and the rosy petals, blown by a gentle breeze, were enough to make you feel like you were in another world.

Seeing the blossoms was all you could think about all day at work. Dazai noticed your aloof, almost nostalgic mood but didn't bring it up until the two of you left the office.

"Is everything alright? You seemed distant today"

"Yea, perfect actually. I was just really excited to see the cherry trees. Wanna join me?" you replied in a cheerful tone

The man could barely hide the look of surprise on his face. "Sure, I'd love to"

The two of you walked along the crowded streets of Yokohama until you reached Yamashita park. The trees bore a foliage of brilliant green and the air was fresh; it smelt like spring. As you strolled around the park Dazai noticed that pink and white petals covered the ground from place to place.

The cherry trees lined the wide alley next to the river.

"I used to come here with my parents when I was a kid" you began talking "We would sit next to the railing and look at the trees. My dad would often buy us cherries from a shop nearby and I remember they had this slightly sour taste, but nevertheless I loved them and~ oh sorry I'm kinda oversharing now"

"There's no need to aplogize. I like listening to you talk" replied your colleague. You took a seat on a bench under one of the blossomed trees and remained silent as you admired the scenery.

Dazai on the other hand only had eyes for you. He took in your features and couldn't help but marvel at how pretty, how serene you looked. You had a certain glimmer in your eyes, a longing of some sort but he couldn't quite place it. Occasional gusts of wind would blow the pink flowers off the branches; the petals delicately falling on your dark hair. He wanted to brush them off, to tuck a strand of your silky hair behind your ear and caress your face but he resisted the urge.

Instead, a caravan nearby caught is attention. The man was selling cherries. He swiftly got up and made his way to the merchant, buying a bag of cherries.

"Look what I just found" he said with a mischievous grin on his face as he dangled the bag in front of you.

"Thanks. I'm surprised they still sell them here." you replied, popping one of the fruits in your mouth. They had the same sour taste you so fondly remembered...

Half an hour later the sun began to set, painting the ink blue water of the river in a hue of red and orange.

"You know, Osamu. People say that if you can tie a cherry's stem with your tongue that means you're a good kisser."

"To tie? Really? How does it even work?"

He took one of the stems that had been discarded next to you and put it in his mouth. A smile rose to your lips as you watched the man next to you struggle to form the knot. After a few tries he finally got it.

"See, there's nothing I can't do. I'm a great kisser."

"I don't know about that. It's just a saying, it doesn't prove anything" you mocked playfully.

"Well then, how about I do something else to convince you"

His fingers slightly bruhed your cheek on their way to the nape of your neck and he pulled you closer to him, pressing his lips against yours. You softened in his embrace as his other arm went to the small of your back. The kiss was gentle and warm at first, but his tongue eventually slid past your lips earning a soft moan from you.

You felt Dazai smile. Being satisfied with your reaction he quickly pulled away, leaving you gasping for air.

"So, what do you think? I'm quite a good kisser, aren't I?"

You nodded slightly; your cheeks turning a pretty shade of pink. Dazai ate one more cherry before leaning in again, his lips ghosting over the shell of your ear.

"There's other things I can do with my tongue too, bella."

"Osamu!" you snapped at him, playfully slapping his arm. "Don't say that here"

He only laughed, eyes locked with yours. When the sun was almost down you got up and, grabbing the empty bag of cherries, motioned him to get up.

"We gotta go now"

"Why? The trees are beautiful under the moonlight too. We should stay a bit longer."

"That would ruin tomorrow's date, wouldn't it?" you said with a wink.

"A date? Was a kiss all it took to earn a date with you?" he teased but got up and followed you.

"What can I say, Osamu. You're a great kisser."