#that little secret smile you get after your crush makes eye contact with you

[bonewreath]

𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭 | 𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐦𝐬 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

description: you’ve been getting closer to ellie lately and, unbeknownst to you, your blossoming crush is entirely reciprocated. cue your first smoke sesh together… and a little something more, too. [modern au, ellie and reader are both over 18]

warnings: weed use, oral sex, fingering. this fic is 18+, minors do not interact.

author’s note: my first ellie fic and my first fic on this blog! pls be nice :) let me know what you think <3

The first few times you hung out with Ellie, she’d offered you a joint. It’s no secret that Ellie’s the town’s top dealer, a welcome sight at rowdy house parties, her backpack stuffed with ziplock bags of the best bud around. You’d tried weed before, had taken a puff or two from poorly-rolled blunts here and there, but you’d never particularly enjoyed it. Mostly, you’d just coughed up a lung and felt nothing but a vague lightheadedness. So when Ellie rolled up a joint the first time you’d come over to her place, offering you a drag after she’d sparked up, you’d politely declined.

Ellie had arched a brow. “You mind if I smoke? Shit - I can put it out.”

Before you’d had the chance to respond, she was already reaching for the ashtray on her nightstand, ceramic and painted to resemble an eight-ball.

“No, no, it’s fine,” you interjected, reaching out and touching her wrist almost involuntarily. You pushed down the flurry of butterflies that erupted in your stomach at the contact. God, you had to be touch-starved or something. Since when did touching someone’s arm make your heart skip a beat?

Ellie looked at you with a guarded kind of suspicion, like she didn’t believe that you were fine with her smoking. “You’re sure?”

“I’m sure,” you said, lips curling into an encouraging smile. “I don’t mind weed, it just doesn’t do anything for me.”

“Huh.” Ellie nodded. She lifted the joint to her lips again and you glanced away, chest tightening from the sight of her lips pursing.

“If you ever wanna try again,” she paused to exhale a plume of smoke, intentionally avoiding your direction, “let me know. Not to, like, toot my own horn or anything, but I’ve never had someone try my weed and not like it.”

You let out an easy laugh. “Okay, we’ll have to see about that.”

Ellie was smiling at you, those green eyes twinkling like so many stars. “No pressure.”

That was months ago, when the summer heat still blazed from sunrise to sunset. It’s mid-winter now, the chill nipping at your cheeks and the end of your nose. To your agony, it hasn’t gotten any easier to breathe when you touch Ellie - when she greets you with a hug and a smile at her front door, you feel like you’re paralyzed with want. And Ellie’s probably none the wiser, of course. You wonder if she’s ever noticed the way your breath hitches when she stretches out on the couch beside you, leaning her head on your shoulder while some tacky eighties film lights up the television screen. You figure she’s oblivious - she’s just being friendly. She probably doesn’t even know you like girls, anyway. Plus, she doesn’t shy away from talking about the girls she’s been with before. You’ve spent more than a few nights seething with jealousy as she recounted her latest hookup, schooling your expression into one of disinterest or even mild enthusiasm.

It’s been a while since she’s talked like that, luckily. You’re grateful you don’t have to feign excitement about Ellie’s latest conquests anymore.

“Whatcha thinkin’ about?” Ellie interrupts your internal monologue, hands still working at the joint in her lap. She’s got a pile of ground-up weed on a rolling tray, sprinkling it into the perfectly-rolled cone like it’s muscle memory. It probably is.

“Nothing,” you blurt, cheeks warming. “Sorry, just zoned out for a second.”

“Oh, bullshit,” Ellie quips, rolling her eyes despite the smile playing at her lips. “What, you can’t tell me? I thought we were friends, cherry.��

You flush anew at the nickname. She’d picked it out for you after you’d scarfed down an entire jar of maraschino cherries one night, after Ellie had bought them for ice cream sundaes. You’d never live that down… But you’re not sure you want to, because every time the nickname leaves Ellie’s lips, you feel like you’re glowing bright red with admiration.

“We are friends!” You nudge Ellie’s shoulder with yours, rolling your eyes with that same playfulness she’d expressed. “Sorry, it’s just - it’s embarrassing.”

Ellie narrows her eyes. It’s like you can see the cogs turning in her head. “Embarrassing? What, you got a crush on some guy or something?”

You open your mouth to respond, but before you can, she’s prattling on again. “Y’know, just ‘cause I’m gay doesn’t mean you can’t talk to me about your crushes. Swear I won’t be weird about it.”

Oh god.

“It’s not - I’m not…” You sigh, gaze lowering to your lap, where you’re fiddling with your hands. Should you tell her? You should probably tell her.

“I like girls, you know.”

It’s quiet for so long that you need to look up at Ellie to make sure she’s still there, still listening. And she is; her eyes are glued to you, wide in disbelief.

“What?” You feel like a bug under a microscope with her looking at you like that. “Is it that hard to believe?”

Ellie shakes her head emphatically. “No, no - it’s not. I just didn’t expect that.”

She turns away to finish rolling the joint, twisting the very end of the paper until it forms a little point. “Guess you’re just full of surprises, huh, cherry?”

You bite your lip to stifle a smile, but Ellie sees it anyway.

“So who’s the lucky girl?” She asks, rummaging through her pocket until she finds her lighter. You watch Ellie spark the joint, the twisted end catching fire until the cherry starts to glow. Ellie takes a few puffs and the scent of smoke tickles your nose.

“I’d prefer not to say,” you tell her, chewing on the inside of your lip. Your nerves are off the wall; you’re so anxious that the joint in Ellie’s slender fingers is suddenly tempting.

Ellie scoffs. “Boring.”

She looks up at you as she flicks ash off the end of the joint, and when she notices you eyeing it, her brows lift.

“Want some? Will that make you spill?”

You huff a nervous laugh, toying with the ends of your hair. “No… I don’t know. Maybe?”

Ellie whoops, her free hand curling into a fist of victory. “Fuck yeah. Here, take it.”

She offers you the joint and you take it, but not without a moment or two of hesitation. You will the anxiety away with the thought that you probably won’t feel anything. Ellie watches as you bring the joint to your lips and inhale, praying you won’t cough and make a fool of yourself. Especially not with Ellie watching so intently.

By the grace of some kind of divine being, you don’t cough. Your throat tickles, and you feel emboldened to take one more hit, letting the smoke fill your lungs. You imagine your body relaxing, the knot in your stomach unwinding. You hand the joint back to Ellie and she takes a puff of her own, her lips curled into the faintest little smirk.

“So…” Ellie trails off expectantly.

“God, you’re persistent,” you groan. She just peers at you knowingly from behind a veil of smoke.

“There’s not much to tell,” you say. “I’ve had a crush on this girl for a while now, but I don’t think she feels the same.”

“Have you asked her?” Ellie prompts, flicking ash off the joint.

You shake your head. “No way.”

“Then,” Ellie pauses to take another hit, “how do you know she doesn’t feel the same?”

You should be feeling anxious with her drilling you like this - you know you should. Usually, you’d be retreating into yourself with every prodding question Ellie asks. But all you feel now is yearning; there’s an ache in your chest that only she can remedy. And, clearly, Ellie’s clueless about it.

You don’t want her to be clueless, you realize.

The words leave your lips before you can think better of them. “Do you, Ellie?”

Her brows knit together, forming a crease that you’ve memorized by now - like every other freckle and wrinkle on her face. “Huh? Do I what?”

You reach for the joint and she yields it without question.

“Do you feel the same about me?”

The weed has certainly helped with your nerves, you think, watching Ellie’s expression shift from confusion to realization. Her plush lips part, but all that comes out is a series of stammers and false sentence starts: “I—you—what?”

Fuck it, you think. You stretch out to reach the nightstand beside Ellie’s bed, leaving the joint in one of the ashtray’s notches. A steady stream of smoke ribbons upward from the fading cherry.

“Ellie,” you start, settling back into your place on the rug. You look at her to find her already staring at you, blinking. “It’s you. I have a crush on you. It’s been—”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Ellie interjects, voice softer than you’d expected.

You blink. “I didn’t want to ruin our friendship, I guess. And you always talked about other girls, so I thought you just… Weren’t interested.”

“Cherry.” Ellie sits up on her knees so she can get closer to you, the sleeves of her oversized flannel slipping down to her forearms as she reaches out and grabs your face. Her touch is gentle but firm, insistent. You can feel the callouses on her fingers against your skin, her thumbs brushing up against your cheekbones, and the air is suddenly so thin you can hardly inhale.

“I have… I’ve had feelings for you for so long. So fucking long, cherry.” Ellie’s gaze is intense, eyes boring into you. You feel exposed, raw, alive with something electric.

You stare right back at her, frozen in her grasp.

“But you were always talking about other girls,” you say. Doubt lingers in the back of your head; this is too good to be true. Right?

“I know, fuck, I’m sorry,” Ellie sighs. “I thought you weren’t interested in me. Thought it was hopeless, y’know? My perfect best friend having feelings for me? Unreal.”

One of Ellie’s hands smooths over your hair; it’s something she’s done plenty of times before, but it feels different now. More intimate, with your shared confessions between you.

“Wanna know something?” Ellie asks then plows on, not really waiting for an answer, “I stopped hooking up with other girls a while ago. I just… Couldn’t.”

You nod in understanding. Your eyelids feel heavy all of the sudden, each blink heavier than the last.

“They weren’t you,” Ellie adds.

They weren’t you, her words echo in your mind.

“Ellie,” you breathe. Her face is impossibly close; you can pick out every detail of her face. Each pore, each freckle, each fleck of brown in her green eyes. You can smell the weed smoke on her breath.

“Cherry,” she responds, voice hushed just as low as yours. “Cherry. Can I kiss you?”

“God, yes,” you practically whine.

When Ellie kisses you for the first time, she tastes like relief.

Her lips are soft and insistent against yours, the pad of her thumb warm against your cheek as you lean in closer to kiss her back. It’s like time has gone still; the hum of the speaker on Ellie’s dresser fades away, as does the sound of the winter winds hissing and whooshing against the window. All you know is Ellie: her hand slipping down the length of your back to grab your hip, her mouth hot and needy against yours. It’s a desperate sort of kiss, one that you’d both been yearning for, and months of pining drain from your mouth to hers, then back again.

You’re not sure if you’d been kissing for seconds or hours when Ellie finally breaks away, gasping.

“Fuck,” she whispers. The tip of her nose brushes against your cheek, then your nose. “We should stop, before I…”

She trails off but you know exactly what she’d left unsaid. And your stomach flips in response; the mere thought of what else Ellie might do with her mouth has your cunt throbbing.

Ellie’s hand leaves your hip and it’s like she’s left a burn there - one shaped like her touch, a scathing outline on your skin.

“I don’t want to stop,” you find the courage to admit.

You’re not sure who makes the first move this time - only that you’re kissing again, swallowing Ellie’s pleased moans as your tongue prods between her lips. You gasp and pant into each other’s mouths, hands roaming on newly discovered skin; Ellie’s hands slip beneath your tee, her palms hot against your abdomen, your hips, your lower back. When her fingers find the clasp of your bra and unfasten it, you practically shiver with anticipation, back arching into her touch.

“Whoa there,” Ellie laughs, nudging her nose against yours. You go in for another kiss, annoyed that she’d stopped, but she pulls back. “You’re sure you want this, cherry?”

“Please,” you say, taking advantage of the moment to pull your shirt over your head and set it aside. You toss your bra into the growing pile, turning back to Ellie to find her gaping at you.

“Christ,” she says, licking her lips, “you’re fucking perfect.”

She gives you one last heated kiss before her mouth moves to your jawline, then the column of your neck, where she leaves a trail of wet kisses. She sucks on a spot right on the crook of your neck, just shy of leaving a hickey, and your toes fucking curl.

Ellie only gives a low hum of approval at your reaction before she’s moving lower, lower. Her kisses cover your breasts, every inch of skin worshipped by her lips until she finally takes a peaked nipple into her mouth. You feel her tongue swirl against the sensitive bud and you nearly cry from the pleasure, one hand flying up to knot into her hair and tug.

Her gaze moves up to meet yours, and your cunt tightens again at the look of unbridled desire in her eyes - her lids are heavy, too, but you can’t tell if it’s from the weed or sheer lust. Maybe both, you’re not sure, but you don’t have much time to consider it before Ellie’s moving to your other nipple, tongue laving against the taut flesh before she closes her mouth around it and sucks. A ragged moan tears from your throat and you tense, tugging again at the locks of Ellie’s hair in your fist.

She leaves your nipples flushed and sensitive, shining with saliva, and you’re suddenly very aware of the layers of clothes separating you from her. Separating the wetness of your cunt from hers, the bony curve of her hips from your needy mouth. You need those layers gone.

“Ellie,” you whine, pulling at the collar of her flannel.

“Shh, I know,” she coos, voice dripping with syrupy sweet lust. “Why don’t you get on the bed for me, hm?”

You nod and oblige, but not without stopping to slip out of your jeans. You leave your panties on because, well, they’re cute. A white lace thong with a tiny, silky pink bow just below your navel - Ellie’s eyes linger there as she stands at the edge of the bed, unbuckling her belt and stepping out of her cargos. You can feel the wet patch on your panties as you press your thighs together and watch her undress. She’s always been on the thinner side, but as she slides off her flannel and pulls her sports bra over her head, you realize that she’s much more toned than you’d imagined. Her arms flex with each movement and her abdomen is clearly taut with muscle; every inch of new skin she reveals only adds to the agonizing desire churning in your stomach.

Luckily, she seems just as eager as you are. She’s still in a pair of oversized plaid boxers when she grabs hold of your hips and yanks you toward the edge of the bed, pulling your knees apart so she can see what’s between them.

“Look at you,” she says, eyes wide at the sight of your soaked panties. “I didn’t realize you were so needy, cherry. Should’ve let me take care of you sooner.”

Her words send another gush of arousal flooding from your cunt, your stomach twisting. “‘M sorry, Ellie.”

“Don’t be sorry,” she says, lowering herself onto her knees before you. Her fingers hook beneath the lace of your panties to pull them down, leaving them in a crumpled heap on the rug.

Her face sinks between your legs, and the first stroke of her tongue against your folds makes you shiver with relief.

“Oh my god,” you gasp. Ellie moans against your pussy, tongue splitting through your folds, spreading your wetness with every swipe and lick. Your back arches involuntarily, your toes curling in sheer pleasure.

She laps at your cunt like a woman starving, hot tongue drawing circles around your puffy clit. It’s maddening, the way she knows exactly what you need, speeding up and slowing down in accordance with your moans and sighs and whimpers. You’ve never felt so close so quickly, but you don’t want it to stop - her mouth is magic between your legs, and as you hurtle towards your orgasm, she slips a finger into your clenching hole. You nearly scream.

“Ellie,” you moan shakily, your thighs tightening on both sides of her head. “Ellie, I’m gonna…”

She just moans again, mouth working at your clit while her finger sinks in and out of your cunt. She adds another not long after and it’s hardly a stretch with how wet you are. You’re trembling with every stroke of her tongue against your clit, and soon enough, you feel yourself slipping off the edge into oblivion. Your orgasm tears through you like never before, hot and electric, every muscle tensing as Ellie finger-fucks you through every wave of pleasure. Eventually, you push the heel of your hand against her forehead, too overstimulated for her to keep sucking at your too-sensitive clit. She pulls back and sits on her heels, fingers leaving the tight grip of your cunt as she wipes her mouth with her other hand. Your slick covers her from the nose down, the shining evidence of how good she’d made you feel.

“So fucking pretty when you come,” Ellie tells you, standing up and lifting a knee onto the bed beside you. Her hair is a mess, you’d made sure of it, but she doesn’t seem to notice or care.

“Think you’ve got a few more for me?” She smiles at you, wolfish and wicked, and her hand moves to grope at one of your tits.

“Mm,” you hum, reaching out for her. “Only if you have a few for me.”

When she’s close enough, you slip your hand between Ellie’s legs, your fingers brushing through sparse curls to find the heat of her folds. She’s soaked, you realize with self-satisfaction, your tongue swiping over your lower lip.

This will be fun.

[rumisgf]

“MY GIRL” SATORU GOJO X BLACK!READER

summary: gojo is known for having talking stages with lots of people, which leads you to doubt that you’re not just another talking stage. but, after talking for a while, he finally wants you to be his. he’s willing to do whatever it is to prove you’re his and show you how he really feels.

includes: implied “situationship”, fem terms and pronouns used, player!gojo, lover girl!reader, confession, eventual smut, fluff, lots of praise, oral f! receiving, penetration, possessiveness, corruption kink if you squint

it’s no secret that saturo gets around. he’s had his fair share of entanglements, flings, and hookups. but, you were different.

when he had a crush on you, he found himself more nervous than usual. his brain couldn’t function properly- even worse than its natural state of aloofness. he’d blabber about you to everyone. namami, geto, kiyotaka, shoko, hell even his own student itadori— he’d talk about you to megumi nonstop for gods sake, and i promise you that boy was tired of hearing about you.

then, he finally got you. he finally got the courage to make advances on you. to his surprise, they were reciprocated. you two would flirt, stay in each other’s dorms, go on “links”, you both even get to the point of falling asleep on the phone and good morning texts.

and he actually treated you very well. he was sweet, showered you with compliments, and he didn’t even hide you from others. but, a part of you still had doubt. you were aware of his past and didn’t wanna look dumb. your friends would make little jokes about you being “delulu” and always pointing out how whipped you were, so you’d be more than embarrassed if he ended up playing with your feelings.

these were all the thoughts going through you head before you knocked on the man’s apartment door, coming to hang with him after he texted you and asked you to come chill with him.

you always said yes, of course. but then again, you always said yes. it’s almost pathetic how weak you are for him.

“hey gorgeous~” the door opens almost instantly and you’re greeted by a blue eyes with a bright smile. his hair is down and he’s in a tank top, exposing his surprisingly muscular arms. his sleeper build is one of the things that has you so whipped. you smile back at him and hug him, his arms going to squeeze your waist. after a few seconds you release yourself from his hold and make your way to his bed as if his place is practically yours.

he finds his way next to you and watches as you immediately go to scroll on your phone. however, he seems…off. usually, he’d be more touchy. or, he’d also be on his phone or be on the game. he’s just watching you this time, as if he’s contemplating something. you finally look at him, cocking your eyebrow.

“may i help you, sir?”

he laughs, almost as if he was embarrassed (which he kinda was— he didn’t notice he was staring). “nothing, just thinkin’.” you softly laugh in return, going back to your phone. “about what?” you mindlessly asks. he takes a second to pause, then you hear him take a deep breath.

“i want you to be my girlfriend.”

now, it’s your turn to pause. you’re stuck in place as your brain tries to process what he just said. gojo, “mr. bitches”, satoru just asked to cuff you. you have to be dreaming.

“what?” is all you can say. he sits up, and looks directly at you. “y/n, i wanna make you mine.” you struggle to make eye contact with him, at a loss for words. “i know we’ve been talking for some months and i just…i really really like you— a lot. i can’t stop thinking about you and i can’t see myself with anybody but you. i want you- fuck it, i need you in my life so bad. you’re everything i look for.”

your face heats up as he’s sitting there, confessing his feelings for you. you finally get the courage to speak. “i really like you too, satoru. and honestly, i been waiting for you to ask this for so long. i know it seems stupid, but i just… i don’t wanna see you with anybody else. and sometimes i just-” you cut yourself off, not wanting to ruin the moment. his face softens and he grabs your hands. “what? you can tell me anything, gorgeous, i swear.”

“…do you really mean this? i don’t wanna just be…i don’t how to say this… another one.” you finally let it out your chest, and he looks down at your hands. then, he lifts you up and has you straddling him on his lap as he makes direct eye contact with you. “baby, i swear there is nobody else i could want but you. i don’t care about those other hoes or anybody else, they got nothing on you..”

his eyes fall to your lips, and he takes another breath. “i love you, y/n, and i just wanna be able to call you my girl.” your heart is beating rapidly by now, and you wrap your arms around his neck. “i love you too, i’m yours.”

you both lean in and close the space between you two. your lips collide with his, slowly moving in rhythm with each other. his hands squeeze your thighs, then he holds your waist and begins to take control. he flips you over, and his lips quickly find their way to your neck. you let out a small whine as he sucks on the skin, eagerly making his mark on you. he kisses and bites all over “mine…all mine…” he breathes into your neck.

instinctively, your legs spread and he subconsciously grinds against you. this earns a moan escaping your lips, and he pulls away. “you want to?” he asks. you frantically nod, but this time he really wants to keep things romantic. you’re his girlfriend now, he wants to prioritize making you feel loved over wanting to get off. “you sure? i wanna hear you say it, love.” you look at him with needy eyes, ones that cause an erection to start to grow in his pants. “please.”

“say no more, baby.” he dives back into your lips, hands tugging at your bottoms. he pulls them down and plays with the hem of your underwear, still keeping a steady rhythm as he kisses you.

your hand goes to unzip his pants. as you try to pull them down, he stops you. usually, you’re first to go down on him, but he wants this time to be different. “let me take care of you, i got it.” he says with a sweet, loving smile on his face as he pulls away. then he slides his finger through your clothed slit, already feeling how wet you are. you hum as he teases you, getting you all worked up for him. his thumb slowly finds your clit. “that’s it baby, relax…” he rubs you through your underwear and you moan again, squirming under his touch. another reason you’re so whipped for him: he always knows how to make you feel good.

“toru..please…” you whine, looking down at his hands. “well can you look at me first, baby?” he teases, and you can hear the smirk on his face before you even look up at him. then, he slides his hand in your underwear and toys with your clit, sticky with your arousal. “mhm…good girl~” he cooes as you moan out for him. your eyes threaten to close as pleasure swirls all through your stomach, still aching for more. just as that feeling arises, he dips his ring finger into your pulsing hole and your eyes roll back.

satoru watches your every move as you writhe under him, adding another finger as your slicks begins to spill out and making you squirm even more. then, he pulls them out and brings them to his mouth. he licks them clean, watching in satisfaction as you look to him for more. without a word, he leans down to your soaking heat. all while keeping eye contact, he kisses your clit.

you gasp, and he takes no time sucking on the sensitive bud. “f-fuck~” you moan, gripping onto his hair with your hand. he hums as your freshly manicured nails dig into his scalp while he works you with his mouth. you sing out for him as he laps your pussy with his tongue, running it through your folds and dipping into your hole. “baby, i’m c-close…” you cry. he only moves his tongue faster, drawing harsh circles on your clit. finally, you let you on his tongue with a long, strung out moan. your legs shake and your grips tightens on your hair as you cum, him slowly sucking on your clit through your orgasm.

he lifts off with a pop! then kicks off his pants and boxers, his fully erect dick springing out as he climbs on top of you. he strokes himself, kissing your lips and giving you a taste of your own arousal. “you ready, princess?” he breathes out, and you hum in response, lifting up your legs.

he lines himself up with your entrance, and easily slides in due to your previous orgasm. you both moan in sync, him burying his face in your neck. he pumps into you at a slow pace, each thrust deeper than the one before. he finally bottoms out and your eyes roll back in ecstasy as you moan out in pure bliss.

“fuck baby, you tight as fuck…” he rasps as your walls clench him as he moves in and out of you. he kisses you, then looks into your eyes as he makes love to you. “my pretty baby, always so good for me.” his thrusts slowly begin to quicken and your mouth falls open. “yeah, you like that?”

you hum in response, turning your head and burying it into the pillow as your hand grips his arm. “fuck s- mmm- s’ good…” he smirks as he rolls his hips, fucking into you even deeper and reaching for the spot that’ll have you melting. you whine as he fucks you, sending pleasure all through your warmth to your legs and stomach. “i know baby, ah shit- you love this dick don’t you?” he says as he leans down to your ear. “mhm~” you respond instantly, slick dripping out of your cunt. “mhm…so fucking wet for me.”

“yeah.. who’s pussy is this? huh?” your walls clench from the question and you’re barely able to answer” “y- fuck! yours…it’s all yours~”

“yeah this my pussy, all mine.” his words send chills down your spine, putting you in a trance as your orgasm builds up in your stomach. then, he pulls out, immediately picking you up and placing you on his lap. he finds your entrance, and positions you above his dick. you slowly slide down all the way on him.

“fuuuuck, just like that…” he moans, feeling your soaked walls tightening around him again. you eagerly bounce on his dick, moaning loudly from how you can feel every inch of him. he then places his hands on your ass, setting a pace for you and guiding you. “cmon ride me baby, just like that..such a good girl for me, yeah?” you can only moan in response, drowning in pleasure as a familiar knot builds up inside you. “‘m gonna cum…” you cry out.

he snaps his hips up inside you, causing you to nearly scream as he repeatedly slams his dick info your g-spot. you moan out his name and a smile is plastered across this face. “go ahead, cum for me baby. cum all over this dick.” and you do just that, creaming all on him as you bury your head into his neck, moaning his name and several curses.

he turns you back over, still buried inside you as he begins plunging into you. his hand presses one of your legs against your chest as you cry and moan from the overstimulation. “fuck baby i love you…love you so much~” he moans as he chases his own high. finally, he lets out a loud moan as he pulls out, cumming all over your stomach.

you both catch your breath, and he manages to lift himself off you. after finding a towel and cleaning himself off, he crashes onto his bed and pulls you on top of him.

“i’m yours.” he says, sweetly kisses your forehead. he squeezes you tight as if you were gonna fly out of him arms, and you smile into his chest. “i love you, baby.”

“i love you too, toru.” and just like that, you were finally his.

@ rumisgf

[babygirl-riley]

Hi I love your stories so much. I have a ghost x reader request for where reader has a crush on ghost and gets so nervous around him like when he looks at her or talks to her and ghost knows she has a crush on her and likes making her nervous secretly like he'll keep eye contact with her like looking at her with his half lidded eyes while his talking or she talking and one night she tries to confess her feelings to ghost but she a nervous mess and ghost just shuts her up with a kiss and it turns into...yk yk. Hope this is acceptable 🙏.

Nerves

Ghost immediately realized that his newest Sargent gets nervous around him. The thing is he loves to see how long it will take for you to tell him your secret.

“If you want to play it like a game, well come on, come on, let’s play.”

A/N: LIIIISTEN this is such a cute concept. CAUSE Ghost would LOVE this shit. not my best work 😗😇

simon x reader guide

simon x reader fluff/angst edition

Warnings: pure fluff, swearing, and alcohol consumption, soft!ghost, soft!simon

Ghost knew for months that you had some sort of feelings towards him. It wasn’t that you were flirtatious. It wasn’t the small touches. It wasn’t even stared. It was how your body would react when he would be anywhere then a mile from you.

At first when you both met, he thought it was because you were afraid of him. The typical wide eyes, the bottom lip being chewed, the staring but look away when he would look, and the fidgeting. So for a while he would stay away from you just so you could get use to everyone else before him.

It wasn’t him that approached you first, it was you. It was during a night where Soap and Gaz wanted to play some card game. Some other men and women joined including you. Ghost doesn’t do big groups so, he wandered outside smoking cigarettes, enjoying the warm breeze.

“Uh LT,” If it wasn’t for his impeccable hearing, he would have thought it was the wind. Ghost turned to see you, smiling but fidgeting. “Why aren’t hm…” Ghost thought she had an aneurysm from how quickly you stopped your sentence. Before he would say anything you chuckled. “Sorry I just get little nervous.”

Ghost gave you a questionable look. “It’s the mask.”

You chuckled. “Ya something like that.”

Ghost glared down at you, curiously. Then it hit him, he smirked underneath his mask. “It’s underneath yeah?”

Your eyes went wide, cheeks flushed and turning red. “I uh hm I have to go.”

After that Ghost went out of his way to make you turn red. He has never seen someone that has as much skill as you do get nervous. Over being around one person. One day 141 was waiting for the go to grab a messenger, he stood next to you. You fidget for a moment before relaxing a bit more.

That’s when he leaned in towards your ear. “Ya know under the mask is less scary to look at.”

You snapped your head up to meet his fake caramel eyes. Your face turning red immediately, your head snapped forward. “Uh that’s…”

“Bravo 0-7, grab the hawk.” Price said through the comms, making you jump.

Ghost chuckled and responded looking back down at you. “Let’s go kid.”

His favorite one was when you were working on a truck, you were underneath it fixing the oil line. He made sure you heard his boots as he walked around it. “Good in ‘ere?”

“Uh yeah.” You said as he heard clinging of metal. You laid on your back on the dolly.

He grabbed the end of it and pulled you out from underneath. Your eyes were wide and cheeks burning in red. Ghost smiled underneath the mask and leaned down a bit. “Even in oil kid you look pretty.”

You snapped your head up, barely hitting the end of the bumper. He even winced, felt bad for a moment before you chuckled. “Oh hell that looks ridiculous don’t it?”

You rubbed the top of your head until he reached out to grab your wrist. “Didn’t mean to hurt ya.”

Ghost felt your muscles freeze as you looked in his eyes. “I,” You paused then turned your heel. “Gotta fix this Lt.”

Or another time he was just staring at you. You were talking to civilians when you started to stumble over your words. Before clearing your throat and nodding turning your heel to head back to the building. “Stop staring.” You commented walking up the stairs.

“Can’t stop.” He mumbled smirking as you both got to the roof.

You glared at him, red flushing onto your cheeks. “I can’t focus when you do.”

Ghost got closer to you making you step back a step. Before stopping. “Only when you catch me doin it.”

You gasped before turning away, stumbled a bit. “Focus Ghost.”

It took you almost a year before you expressed how you felt about him. The team was celebrating the last success of a mission, everyone was in a hanger. Drinking. Laughter. Ghost would watch as your cheek started to go red from the alcohol running through you.

Ghost watched as you would easily talk to Soap and Gaz or basically anyone else but him. It made him second guess on how you truly felt. He knew how he felt, he adored you, liked being around you. As the night kept going you itched closer to Ghost.

The brave juice is what your sister would tell you. The “juice” made you braver when it came to your crushes. So when you finally reached Ghost, you stood right next to him barely touching his sweatshirt.

Ghost’s heart raced when he felt you barely touching him with your arm. “I like you.” You whispered swirling your bottle.

Ghost smirked underneath his mask. “I know,” You smiled before your cheeks got even more red. He turned to you fully making you go wide eyed and still smiling. “The way you get nervous love, it’s obvious.”

You roll your eyes. “I just don’t know how to flirt Ghost.”

He smirked leaning down. “We ‘ave time to teach you.”

You laughed, something he hasn’t heard coming from you. “Listen I don’t-I don’t think that would even be possible because I can’t even look at you before I go red and get embarrassed when I do. Well I try not to bu…”

Ghost blanked out, his heart skipped when you kept rambling on. He looked round to see everyone was doing their own thing then back at you. One swift motion he hooked his fingers beneath his mask, lift it to his nose, grabbed the side of your face.

Your eyes went wide as your mouth snapped shut. Nothing would have prepared you for the next part. Ghost’s lips connected with yours, it was a innocent, long kiss. It felt like it was right for him, something that should have been done months damn near years.

When he left your lips, you sighed and felt disappointed that the connection was gone. “Okay.” You whispered. “Loud and clear.”

Ghost chuckled pulling his mask back down and still having his hand on your cheek. Rubbing his thumb up and down your cheek bone. “No need to be nervous ‘round me love.”

You smiled at him and nodded. “Okay,” You whispered looking into his caramel brown eyes. “But you might have to remind me again.” You said smirking.

Ghost huffed in amusement. “Hm we may not have to teach ya.”

[hollowdeath]

I just wanna start with saying I think you’re an incredible writer. I found your work recently and can’t stop reading. The way you craft y/n and your storyline, ✨ CHEF’S KISS ✨ absolutely MAGNIFICENT. so that’s first lol before anything else.

I did have a request, if it’s up to your liking!!!! I was thinking of:

(After war)

All throughout their years at Hogwarts (as kind of a golden “quartet”) there was always that would they wouldn’t they vibe between Harry and y/n. They cared a little too much about each other, looked a little too long, got a little too cranky and involved when they dated others. They had quite the falling out after Harry and Ginny got more serious and y/n admitted her feelings and Harry said too late. Fast fwd, Harry and Ginny have since broken up and it’s Ron and Hermione’s wedding. Maybe somehow they get stuck together at the venue or cottage that was rented, somehow stuck before the wedding for hours, stuff goes down, whatever you think, feelings, sexy time, Harry shows her what she’s missed and they finally give in. So much angst, and dirtiness, and yeah 🤷🏽‍♀️ that’s all I got 😂

thank you so much for your request! this was so much fun to write! i hope you enjoy <3

pairing: harry james potter x fem!reader (18+)

summary: you and harry were each other's childhood crushes, but things never quite worked out between you two. years later ron & hermione devise a plan to get you to make up just before their wedding.

c/w: alcohol, angst, smut!!!! (penetrative sex)

word count: 7.9k

you had been incredibly overjoyed to open the letter left at your door and see it was an invitation to ron and hermione's wedding. the moving portrait of them holding each other and laughing on the front of the invite made you smile, their faces slightly wrinkled from time. it had been nearly 5 years since you'd last seen them. of course you always meant to keep in contact with everyone after leaving, but it didn't quite work out that way. you had spoken to ron a few times here and there and kept in pretty regular contact with hermione over the years, but you knew it was never going to be the same. not just because of time, but hurt feelings as well.

see, it wasn't just you, ron, and hermione back in school. in fact, people mostly only knew of your group because of one person in particular: harry potter.

harry and ron had been sitting in their train car on the way to hogwarts when you and hermione stopped to introduce yourselves. you felt a special connection to harry right away, experiencing butterflies in your stomach for the first time when you shook his hand and told him your name. of course you'd heard of harry potter before, no young witch or wizard at the time hadn't. but you didn't let that cloud your friendship with him, a friendship that continued to grow for years.

you and harry hit it off well. everyone in the friend group got along great, but there was always something different about you and harry. unlike ron and hermione who gradually grew into their romance over the years, you and harry had romantic tension right away. even just that first day on the train, neither of you could stop blushing or stealing sneaky glances at one another the entire ride to hogwarts.

throughout your first and second years, the four of you grew incredibly close as you found yourselves on wild and often dangerous adventures together. by your third year, things became a little more complicated as crushes, dating, and relationships became the topic of interest within the walls of hogwarts. who was dating who, who liked who, or who could put a love spell on who the quickest.

it was no secret that you and harry liked each other. at least to everyone else. you always laughed a bit harder at harry's jokes, harry's eyes always seemed to linger on you a bit longer than normal, and, after a while, you were both clearly envious of any attention given to someone else even in the littlest way.

it all started with a boy from your transfigurations class who set his sights on you towards the end of year three. you weren't interested, of course, your sights had always been set on harry, but that didn't stop the boy from doing everything he could to try and insert himself between you two.

harry caught on right away, and was completely annoyed at the situation. he'd roll his eyes any time the kid was around, made snappy remarks when he tried to speak to him, and often outright ignored him completely. you'd noticed a change in harry's attitude, but didn't have long to process what it meant before he began talking to a girl from his defense against the dark arts class.

harry began bringing her around more and more, which, in turn, made you fume. you'd always assumed you had an unspoken understanding with harry that you both liked each other, but apparently you had been proven wrong. you played off your jealousy well for a while, but it wasn't easy to hide how upsetting the entire ordeal was for you.

this cycle would continue with harry into your fourth year once he started to grow closer to cho chang. as a sort of retaliation, you began dating your first official boyfriend not long after you learned harry was taking cho to the yule ball. harry didn't react well to this at all, nearly turning the kid into a hairless rat before ron could calm him down. 

though your friendship with harry would remain civil throughout this time, it was clear you were both only "dating" people as a way to get each other's attention. between the vengeful flings were constant flirtatious moments, playful teasing, and lingering touches that left no mystery to everyone around you.

however, things were different once ginny got involved. at first you assumed it was just another way for harry to make you jealous, a close hit to home that would only last as long as the others did before inevitably fizzling out. however, the longer it went on, the more worried you became. no 'girlfriend' of harry's had lasted more than a few weeks, let alone entire months that went by without any sign of slowing down.

it had gone past the point of being able to bring a guy around to grab harry's attention, in fact he only seemed increasingly unbothered each time. you finally came to ron and hermione nearly in tears as you confessed your feelings towards harry to them, to no surprise on their part, and begged for guidance on how to navigate the situation without disrespecting ron or his sister in the process.

ron sighed, meeting eyes with hermione before leveling with you. "look, [y/n]," he had said. "i love ginny more than anything in the world, and i would never do anything to ruin her happiness. but," he sighed again. "i've known how you felt for a long time now, and i would be an idiot to keep you from being honest with harry."

hermione had given you a hug, holding you tightly as she told you, "you deserve to be happy."

you found yourself having a moment alone with harry later that same week where you could finally get your feelings off your chest. you'd pulled him to the side and nervously attempted to explain yourself to him as he gave you an amused look.

"look, harry, i'm just going to come out with it and tell you something i should've told you a long time ago," you'd said, your voice shaking. you had to look away from his eyes in order to get the words out. "i-i like you, okay? i like you, a lot, and i know you're dating ginny now a-and that's great and all, but…" you'd gotten choked up as a flood of emotions washed over you.

"please, harry, just…please, i can't watch this any more, it's killing me," you spit out, turning away from him and crossing your arms as you bury your face in your shoulder. "i love you." you'd said quietly.

harry no longer looked amused as he crossed his arms as well, his expression tightening. "what exactly do you want me to do, [y/n]?" he'd asked curtly, his voice cold. you looked at him, confused, studying his body language as your eyebrows furrowed together. "i…" you stuttered.

"what, you think now because you're ready for me i should just break up with ginny?" he asked, seeming slightly annoyed. you gave him a look before uncrossing your arms. "no, i don't think that, actually." you told him coldly.

"then what the hell do you want from me, [y/n]? i spent 5 bloody years pining after you while you treated me like a brother. now that i'm finally finding happiness in someone who actually wants me you want to tell me this? well, you're too late," harry ranted at you, his hands frustratedly raised as his expression got angrier.

you were speechless, your mouth slightly hung open at his confession of attraction while he stepped around you. before he could leave, you turned to harry one last time with tears in your eyes. "you blithering idiot, i've liked you since the moment we met that day on the train!" you exclaimed at him, your voice full of pain. harry looked at you, his eyes widening as you came closer to him, your finger digging into his chest.

"it's because of your ignorance that this is happening. all i wanted was to be honest with you." you spat before taking your hand away, the tears falling down your cheeks. "but i hope you're happy, harry, i really do." you told him between gasps before turning and leaving him behind you.

it had been years since that fight, and you hadn't spoken with harry since. while you always tried to remain close with hermione and ron, your last few years at hogwarts were mostly spent alone, much like how they'd been since. you were conflicted, holding that invite in your hands, reading the details over and over again to yourself as you weighed your options. it was undoubted you would see harry again, your first time in person since leaving hogwarts, and you weren't sure if you could handle the confrontation.

but after a few days of thinking, you decided your friendship with ron and hermione had always meant more to you than your silly crush on harry did.

while making your reservation over the phone, the voice on the other line informed you that ron and hermione had specially reserved a cottage for you near the venue the day before the wedding in case you accepted the invite. you were floored at the news, nearly speechless as you thanked the operator for telling you with the call abruptly ending at the promise of a ride service the day of your stay.

and, without fail, there was a car waiting for you outside of your house the evening before the wedding ready to take you to your cottage.

what you hadn't planned on was the overwhelming snowfall that started halfway through your trip and only got worse the closer you got to your destination. by the time you were pulling your luggage out of the trunk, the snow was nearly up to your knees.

despite your worries about the weather, you were thrilled with the beautiful cabin ron and hermione had reserved for you. it had a warm fireplace, a fully stocked fridge, plenty of blankets, and a projector set up to play movies. you were just getting settled in when you heard the distinct sound of a car door outside. you froze, your heart thumping in your chest as you heard muffled voices and footsteps up to the unlocked door.

before you could move, the door opens to reveal a snow covered harry.

you were in shock watching him come through the door without so much as noticing you only a few feet away. it wasn't until he closed the door and took off his beanie that he finally locked eyes with you, jumping at your sudden presence.

"[y/n]?" he exclaimed. "what…what are you doing here?" he asked, his voice full of shock.

you blinked at him, trying to figure out how, of all people, harry potter had to be the one to show up at your door at this moment. "i could ask you the same," you deadpanned.

harry cracks a small smile, shaking off his coat and hanging it up beside the front door. "haven't changed a bit, have you?" he asks with a smirk.

"don't joke with me, potter. what the hell are you doing here? ron and hermione reserved this cabin for me only," you narrowed your eyes at him and crossed your arms as you took a few steps in his direction.

harry scoffed, shaking the remaining thick snowflakes out of his hair. it was longer than you'd seen him keep it before, and began to curl at the ends around his face. "well, they must've given you the wrong address, then. because this is my cabin." he told you simply.

you scoffed in return. "don't be ridiculous, they had a driver bring me here and everything. if anyone's in the wrong here it's you."

harry paused, turning his head to you slowly. "they got you a driver too?" he asked curiously. you gave him a confused look. "yes?" you said suspiciously.

harry sighed, his gaze dropping to the floor. "damn it," he cursed under his breath. "what?" you demanded to know, taking another step towards him as your eyes continued to study his face.

harry turned to the dining table as well as you, your eyes falling on a welcome basket you hadn't noticed before. as harry walks towards it, you see him grab for an envelope addressed to 'harry & [y/n]' in hermione's familiar script.

harry opens it, sighing as he reads the letter aloud. "dear harry and [y/n], enjoy your snowed-in stay together at the cottage until sunday, the actual date of our reception. can't wait to see you there, love you both, ron and hermione. p.s., don't be too mad at us!"

you're dumbfounded watching harry place the note back into the basket, his head falling forward. after a moment he shrugs, pulling the basket closer to him and opening one of the prepackaged candies.

"you can't be serious. i'm not doing this, i'm not staying with you in this cottage all weekend," you say with disgust as you walk towards a phone table near the couch. harry turns, stuffing his face with the candy and chuckling to himself watching you attempt to dial a number. "good luck getting a cab in this weather," you can practically hear the smirk in his voice.

you turn to the window and your mouth falls open at the sheer amount of snow that's fallen since you've arrived at the cottage. the bottoms of the windows are just barely covered with more piling on top quickly.

you frustratedly groan and slam the phone down, wracking your brain for a new solution to your predicament. you had to find a way out of here, there was no possible way you could handle another moment around harry like this, let alone an entire weekend.

just as you're about to start pacing, harry chimes in again. "look, it won't be so bad, alright?" he tries to console you, unwrapping yet another treat from the basket.

you narrow your eyes at harry again, feeling your blood boil at how much this situation isn't affecting him. granted, you weren't aware seeing him would have this much of an affect on you, but you were still hurt by everything that happened between you in the past. how else were you supposed to feel being confronted with your first love nearly 5 years after having your heart broken by him?

"easy for you to say, i'm sure this is nothing but a laugh for you." you snap at him once more, walking back towards the bedroom door. harry scoffs yet again. "what, you think i find this fun?" he laughs.

you turn to him, studying his expression with him doing the same to you. "you think i asked ron and hermione to put me in the same cabin as my ex-best-friend?" he asks sarcastically.

you wince at the title he's given you, turning your back to him once more as you enter the bedroom not far from him. "don't call me that. and no, i don't think you knew about this. but you were always good at assuming things about me, weren't you?" you asked sarcastically in return, angrily packing your clothes back into your luggage from their place on the bed.

harry takes a step into the room before pausing, his eyes landing on your half-folded clothes being angrily stuffed into the case. he looked up at you, his posture softening as he takes a smaller step towards you. "what are you doing?" he asks quietly.

you roll your eyes at his question. "what's it look like?" you ask him.

harry sighs, putting out a hand to stop you from continuing. "you don't have to leave, alright? if you really don't want me here i'll figure out a way home. i just thought it'd be nice to catch up again, y'know, like old times. i'm sure that's why ron and hermione put us here in the first place." harry reasons with you, your eyes connecting with his. you can smell him he's so close to you, his hand just barely hovering over yours.

your eyes search harry's, your stomach dropping at the familiarity of his gaze on you. you almost feel like a kid again, crushing on your best friend, the most amazing wizard hogwarts had ever seen, the sweetest boy you'd ever met with the prettiest eyes in the world.

you finally blink and look away, putting the clothes you were holding onto the bed again. you knew harry had a point. ron and hermione wouldn't house you together 2 days before the actual wedding just to mess with you. you knew in the past they wanted you to reconcile with harry, even if it was just to keep the peace, but you always refused their offers with tears stinging your eyes. you just weren't ready to open that chapter of your life again; though now, it seemed, you had no other choice.

you took a deep breath, trying to calm your racing mind. "you're probably right," you say quietly, harry's arm dropping back to his side.

you turn to look at him again, taking a step back to put some room between you. "im sorry." you say simply. "you don't have to leave if you don't want to. though you should probably call ginny to let her know what's going on."

harry involuntarily laughs, his eyes crinkling as he tries to cover it with a cough. "uh, sorry?" he asked you incredulously. your brows pinch together in confusion. "uh, ginny? i'm sure you're well married by now, yeah? possibly even a kiddo or two?" you try to say lightheartedly, but your voice falters.

harry lets out a hearty chuckle, shaking his head at you as he heads towards the bedroom door. "right, yeah, think i'm good on that front," harry says between laughs, his hand resting on his chest.

you look after him confused, but decide to let it go as you unpack your clothes yet again. just as you're finishing up you hear the stove turn on, making your stomach growl. you didn't realize how hungry you'd gotten, but it was nearing nightfall and you hadn't even had breakfast today.

you walk into the kitchen to the smell of pancakes and the sight of harry cutting up strawberries. he looks over at you with a smile. "want some? i was starved," he offers. you hesitantly accept his offer, taking a seat at the dining table and grabbing the note from ron and hermione to read it over yourself.

harry noticed this and chuckled, plating up the first few pancakes off the frying pan. "pretty clever trick, if you ask me. i think it was all ron's idea."

you scoff at this, rolling your eyes as you study the letter. "oh please, you think ron would go through the trouble of sending us wrong invites just to get us in the same room together? this has hermione written all over it," you explain, setting the envelope back in the basket.

harry chuckles again, setting the plate of pancakes in front of you covered in syrup and strawberry slices. "you're probably right," he says warmly, heading back to the stove.

you have to admit, harry's pancakes were otherworldly. you had to hold yourself back from complimenting him too much as to not give him an ego. however you finished your plate before harry could even sit next to you with his, which made him smirk as he started digging in himself.

just as you finish washing off your plate, harry comes up beside you with his own. "you know, i figured, since there's only one bed, you should maybe have it for the night." he offers, washing his plate clean.

you turn to him, studying his face as he keeps his eyes on his hands. the offer was completely generous, and not something you expected from harry.

"oh, um, thank you, that's really kind of you. i don't mind sleeping on the couch, you know." you counter.

harry nods his head, turning off the sink and smiling over at you. "i know," he said. "neither do i."

you crack a small smile at him, the first one you've given him so far, and look away as you place the dried plate back in the cupboard. harry does the same and closes it for you.

you help harry get settled into the living room, laying out blankets for him on the couch as he fiddles with the projector and gets an old movie started for himself. you're about to say something to him when you turn and watch harry pull his shirt off and throw it in his suitcase. as he's pulling out his pajamas, you quickly divert your eyes before they can wander further down his torso.

you're still blushing by the time harry turns the lights off, smiling at the projected movie on the wall. "this is nice, you're welcome to sit and watch if you'd like." harry offers, turning to you. you shake your head, giving him a tight smile. "i'm just about to head to bed, actually."

harry nods, his smile slightly falling. "that's alright," he says.

you exchange an awkward goodnight with harry before closing your bedroom door, immediately letting your head fall into your hands in frustration. you were completely overwhelmed with everything going on you couldn't even begin to process what was happening. exhausted and confused, you got dressed for bed and settled into the sheets thinking about how close harry was to you after years of thinking you'd never see him again. the thought made your stomach tighten and your heart race.

you didn't leave your room until early the next afternoon, wasting time in the shower as you tried to prolong being away from harry and all the feelings that came with him. eventually you became too hungry and bored to sustain yourself much longer and finally entered the living room.

all of harry's blankets were folded back up and put away, with no sign of him sleeping on the couch left. you noticed him in the kitchen again, the smell of garlic and onions overwhelming your senses the closer you got.

harry noticed you and gave you a warm smile, eagerly grabbing for a bowl. "morning, sleepy head." he teases, offering you a bowl of pasta. "or should i say afternoon?"

you roll your eyes at him, but thank him for the food nonetheless. you take your first bite and can't help but moan at the flavor. harry turns to you with red cheeks.

"did ginny teach you how to cook or something?" you asked him, immediately going back for another bite as you lean against the counter beside him. harry just laughs and shakes his head at you again. "did ron and hermione really not tell you about anything after hogwarts?" he asked with an amused voice.

you give him a look, pausing from the food to answer his question. "well, to be fair, anytime we spoke i asked they not mention you at all…" 

harry laughs at this, eating the rest of the pasta right out of the pot. "im flattered," he says sarcastically.

you nudge him with your elbow, holding back a chuckle of your own. "whatever. but tell me, what should i know?"

harry leans back against the counter as well, his eyes falling to the ground. "me and ginny, we broke up not long after the war." he tells you, his voice solemn as crosses his arms.

you set down your bowl, reaching for a napkin to wipe your mouth. "harry, i'm sorry. i had no idea," you apologize, turning to look at him fully. you feel guilty for bringing her up, but truly had no idea they'd ever separated. you assumed this whole time they were living some dream life off together in the countryside while you stayed in your hometown and wished things were different.

harry just shook his head and laughed, his eyes connecting with yours. "don't be. you didn't know. besides, it ended well. a bit awkward at the weasley christmases, but, y'know," he trails off. you giggle, but try to hide it from him. harry just laughs with you, his cheeks red.

"but, um, what about you? if i may ask," harry inquires.

you timidly lean back on the counter next to harry again, crossing your arms like him as well. "well, to be quite honest, i haven't done much since leaving hogwarts. i've got a place of my own if that means anything," you say with a hollow chuckle.

"better than me, i'd say. i'm still at grimmauld." harry reasons with you, returning the same fake laugh.

"oh hardly, at least you've stayed close with ron and hermione. i think this is the most i've spoken to someone outside of my job in years." you tell him, dropping your gaze to your feet at the realization.

harry just hums in response, his gaze on the floor as well.

you sit in a somewhat comfortable silence for a moment before harry starts cleaning up the kitchen around you.

"you know, if you don't mind me saying, i've really missed you over these last few years. i know it's not ideal to meet again this way, but…i'm glad it happened." harry tells you as he puts away the dishes.

you feel your heart flutter at his words, and have to hold back a smile from taking over your face. he looks at you with a shy expression before beginning to wipe down the table.

"well, thank you, harry. i've missed you as well, i suppose." you say with a smirk.

harry just rolls his eyes playfully before returning to the sink to continue doing dishes.

you head to the living room and decide to put on a movie seeing as you're still completely snowed in. you re-light the fireplace as well and close the curtains to settle into the couch for the afternoon.

harry eventually joins you, offering a soft blanket as he takes the other side of the couch. you're not paying much mind to the movie as you mostly think about everything harry's told you far. you're not sure what to think, but knowing ginny is out of the picture now makes you feel all those same feelings from your school days while stealing glances at harry.

after a while harry uses the bathroom, and returns with the bottle of wine from the welcome basket. "might as well, yeah?" he shrugs, offering you the bottle to open. you smile and take it from him, setting the bottle on the table as he grabs a few glasses from the kitchen. you struggle with the cork a bit before harry offers to do it for you, pulling out the cork in one swift motion. you try your best not to notice the prominent veins in his arms but fail to look away before he's pouring your glass for you.

your first glass is finished while silently watching the movie, trying to pay attention to the plot with a racing mind focused on harry only a few feet away from you. as he pours his second glass he fills yours as well, mockingly cheering to you before taking a swig.

"y'know, [y/n], i'm real sorry for the way things ended between us. and i'm not just saying that, i mean, i really am sorry." harry confesses before taking another sip of his wine.

your heart's already racing, finishing your glass just to get the courage to respond to him. "it's okay, harry. really. we were both not very good to each other near the end there." you recall, a blush blooming across your face.

harry smiles, finishing his glass as well and reaching for the bottle. "well, still, i shouldn't have acted that way." he says, taking a swig straight from the bottle before leaning back into the couch.

you smirk and set your glass down as well, reaching for the bottle yourself. harry hands it to you and watches you take a sip before lying back as well.

"i probably should've told you i liked you sooner anyway. don't really know what i was waiting for, i guess," you say before downing another drink. harry shakes his head, motioning for you to hand him the bottle. "probably waiting for me, yeah?" he asks as he grabs the neck of the bottle.

you smile a bit. "maybe," you say softly, leaning against the back of the couch. you feel the effects of the alcohol start to wash over you as your body loosens, the anxiety melting away with every sip.

harry just sighs again before drinking. he wipes his mouth with his hand before fixing his glasses. "well, i should've known. i mean, you weren't actually into that hufflepuff quidditch captain, were you? please tell me that was just a ploy to get my attention?" he asks with a chuckle, handing you the bottle back.

you laugh, taking the wine and drinking more of it. "he was nice," you feigned innocence, feeling the intoxication settle in. harry rolls his eyes and grabs the bottle again. "yeah, right. all he wanted was a shag and you know it." he says, his tone slightly bitter and words beginning to slur.

you smirk at him. "well, at least someone wanted to shag me." you tease harry, reaching for the bottle again before he can even take his turn to drink. harry pulls away and shakes his head, making you scoff. "yeah, okay, [y/n]. whatever you say." he concludes before taking the last sip of the wine.

you whine when he hands you the empty bottle, setting it down on the table in defeat. "what, were you jealous or something?" you asked harry without thinking, feeling your face and chest heating up.

harry takes a moment to respond, clearly at a loss for words. "uh, well, i was just looking out for you, like i always did." he stumbles, leaning into the back of the couch with you.

he doesn't sound convincing, but you just attribute it to the alcohol and move on.

"and what about you? you mean to tell me you actually liked that slytherin chatterbox without a brain to match?" you asked, cocking an eyebrow at him. "or was that just for me?" you ask with a laugh.

harry didn't respond, instead only returning his attention to the movie. "that's what i thought," you say triumphantly, turning to watch the movie as well.

after a moment, harry softly says, "everything was for you."

you turn to look at him, but he remains focused on the movie. "what?" you ask curiously.

harry finally turns to look at you. "everything, it was all for you, [y/n]. not just the girls, all of it. when there was nothing left to fight for, there was always you. even when you were gone." harry says in a somber voice, his eyes exploring yours.

you're not sure what to say, mostly because you're lost in the moment as your blushing cheeks only get worse the longer harry watches you.

"it was always you, [y/n]. why do you think ginny and i didn't last? because she knew." harry asks, leaning closer to you.

you back away slightly, your eyes diverting from harry's. "harry, please. this is just the alcohol talking."

harry shakes his head and gently places his hands on your cheeks, turning you to look at him again. "no, [y/n], it's not. can't you see? you were all i wanted. i was stupid, and i lost you forever. i've wanted to tell you this since the moment i saw you yesterday." he confesses, his fingers lightly tracing the curve of your cheekbone down to your jaw.

"so beautiful, just like i remember," harry says softly, leaning into you once more. this time you don't back away, your stomach full of knots at the feeling of being held in harry's hands so tenderly. his face is only inches from yours before asking, "please, can i kiss you?"

maybe it was the wine, maybe it was the crackling fireplace, or maybe it was the lingering feelings of love and adoration from your childhood crush years past, whatever it may be, something pushed you to kiss that boy before he could even realize what was going on.

sloppy, messy, eager making out from both sides as you desperately grab hold of each other for dear life just feels so right. it's not long before harry has you on your back, his body weighing on top of you as the smell of the wine comes off his breath.

"harry," you manage to say between his lingering kisses. "swear this isn't just the wine? if it is, i don't care, i just want you," you try to ask again breathlessly.

harry's hand tangles in your hair, holding your face to his as you let out an involuntary whine. "this is all i've wanted my whole life." he says simply, his lips softly finding yours once more to leave a passionate, loving kiss. when he pulls away, he looks down at you with lustful eyes. "is this what you want?" he asks.

you shake your head eagerly. "all i've wanted." you repeat after him. harry smiles before connecting his lips with yours once more.

after making out for a while longer with harry on top of you, he eventually lifts you up to carry you to the bedroom. you laugh and try to squirm out of his arms. "i can walk myself, y'know. i'm not that tipsy," you tell him.

harry just hums at you and throws you onto the messy sheets, quickly removing his shirt before returning on top of you. biting your lip, you reach for harry's shoulders and feel his skin raise with goosebumps immediately.

"you're so pretty," harry mumbles to himself before kissing you again. his tongue slips between your lips and you gasp at the sensation. he takes advantage and leans further into the kiss, his hand finding your hair once more to keep you in place.

you whine against his lips at the pain, but don't want him to be any gentler. all you've wanted for so long was to feel like harry wanted you, needed you, and you weren't about to have him hold back from showing you exactly what you've been wanting.

"so, so, so pretty," harry says between kisses along your jaw and neck down to your chest. you go to pull off your shirt as well, but harry stops you by holding your hands down. "and so eager, too," he teases you with a smirk.

your face goes red, squirming under his gaze. you try to wriggle from his grasp but it only tightens. "patience, pretty girl," he tells you.

after nodding in agreement, harry lets go of your hands and slowly raises your shirt until it's just below your chest. he leaves kisses along your stomach, causing your body to shudder in anticipation.

harry lifts your shirt over your boobs and admires you for just a moment before removing your shirt completely. his lips meet yours again with hunger, his hands gently massaging the soft skin of your tits.

you moan into the kiss, arching your back further into harry for more. he smirks at your eagerness again, but continues to kiss you messily.

once he starts pulling and tugging at your nipples, you become a mess in his hands. "harry," you moan between his lips. "please," you say desperately.

"please what, darling? y'know i've waited so long to have you beg for me, i'd like to hear the words come from your mouth." harry tells you, his voice dark.

"please, harry, please touch me," you whine, grinding your hips against his above you. harry groans and pushes your hips back down with his own. "fuck me," harry curses under his breath.

after a bit of a struggle, harry manages to get both his and your pants to the floor. his hands delicately trace the outline of your panties along your hips and thighs. you can feel your stomach erupt in butterflies watching harry admire your body.

"you don't know how much i've thought about you [y/n], i could hardly contain myself last night knowing you were in the next room over," harry explains and hooks his fingers under the material of your panties. you're breathing heavily, red in the face as harry continues.

"if you could see the thoughts i was having you'd think i'm still some horny teenager with a crush," he says with a chuckle.

you cover your face in embarrassment and giggle knowing you felt the same way the night before only a few feet away.

"i mean, can you blame me?" harry asks, slowly pulling down your panties to your knees. "such a pretty girl," he continues, taking the fabric off of your legs. "my pretty girl," he states, twirling your panties around his fingers for a moment before tossing them to the floor as well.

"i-i've thought about you, too," you stutter. harry smiles as he slowly spreads your legs apart, admiring you from his spot between them. "yeah?" he asks, running his fingers along the soft skin of your inner thighs. "why don't you tell me about it, love," harry offers as his fingers slowly get achingly closer to your dripping pussy.

your eyes dart back and forth from his lustful gaze to his veiny hands between your legs. the knots in your stomach only tighten as you become more desperate for his touch.

"i-i…i never stopped thinking about you," you gasp as his fingertips run along your wetness carefully. "well? go on, pretty girl," harry encourages you.

your breath gets caught in your throat for a moment before you can respond. "i…" you're interrupted by a soft moan as harry applies soft pressure to your clit. "i, um, always have dreams about you…being with you…" you manage to get out before another moan slips through your lips.

"last night, a-all i wanted was you next to me," you admit shyly, grinding your hips further into harry's touch. "you were so close, i never thought…" you trail off as harry slowly inserts his fingers inside of you, only barely pushing into you before removing them. you gasp, shuddering at the sensation, hands gripping at the sheets beneath you.

"thought what, hm?" harry asks you with an innocent expression. you narrow your eyes at him but his fingers curl inside you again, a bit further this time, causing your head and eyes to roll back as you adjust to the feeling. "fuck," you curse under your breath.

harry just hums at your response, admiring your body beneath him as you try to catch your breath again. he slowly begins thrusting his fingers in and out of your tight pussy, getting deeper each time, groaning at the feeling of you throbbing around him.

"go ahead, love, finish your thought." he reminds you, his other hand pushing down on your hip to hold you in place as he continues working his fingers deeper into you.

you're a whining mess in his hands, practically melting into the bed as your composure falls apart. the sight of harry's arms working to pleasure you with his eyes focused on your shaking body only pushed you further into your trance.

"mm, fuck, i…i n-never thought, i'd…" you gasp as harry's fingers reach a sensitive spot, making your face twist in pleasure. "i'd get the chance to, mm," you try to continue but your voice gets caught again as harry takes advantage of your sensitivity.

"hm?" he asks simply, picking up the pace of his thrusting fingers.

you whine again, your hand shooting to your mouth to keep the sounds in. harry removes your hand before placing his on your stomach, pushing you further into the mattress.

"tell me," harry demands.

you can feel your orgasm approaching, your legs going numb as harry continues to quicken his pace. "i-i never thought i'd get the chance to be with you," you finally get out, your back arching off the bed.

all at once, harry's fingers pull out of you as he rips his boxers off quickly. you whine as your orgasm fades away, your hips bucking up in search of relief.

harry smirks at your reaction, aligning himself with you between your legs. "it's so cute how desperate you are," he tells you, making you hide your face once more.

he uncovers your face and gives you a soft kiss. "but it's nothing compared to how badly i've wanted you," harry says, pushing the tip of his erection against your aching pussy.

he sits up and guides his cock inside of you slowly, letting you adjust around him gradually. you gasp at the feeling, your head falling back into the bed.

"i've spent years thinking about you, [y/n], dreaming about you, fantasizing about you," harry says between deep moans the further he pushes himself into you. "i never stopped," he admits, leaning down to kiss you once more.

you're breathing heavily and letting your body relax as harry's entire length fills you up. he continues to slowly thrust in and out of you, carefully watching your expression to be sure you weren't in any pain.

"so beautiful," harry tells you between heavy breaths, his hand softly cupping your cheek. you look into his eyes, your face still twisted in pleasure. "so perfect," he sighs before leaning in to kiss you again.

your body relaxes more once harry kisses you, pulling him closer to you. "harry," you brokenly moan into the kiss, making him practically growl in response.

"there you go, love," harry encourages you, picking up his speed as his hips knock into yours. "so good for me," he says as he leans his forehead against yours.

your moans become more and more desperate the rougher harry becomes with you, his hands grabbing for your tits and groping them roughly. your eyes struggle to stay open watching harry, sweaty, groaning, his eyes dark with hunger as he desperately chases his high with you.

you reach for his chest, your hand resting against his rapid heartbeat. "feels so good harry," you whimper, bending your knees further into your torso to give him more access to your aching pussy.

harry's thumb finds your clit and begins circling it slowly, causing your legs to start shaking involuntarily. you can't help but let out a string of breathless fuck, fuck, fucks, feeling your orgasm returning.

"you're, harry, mmf," you try to tell him, but harry just smirks and kisses you to shut you up. "cum for me [y/n]," he says against your lips, thrusting harder into you.

your mind goes blank as you feel your body ride the waves of your high, letting sinful sounds fall from your lips as harry's head falls into your chest, his face dripping with sweat. harry's name becomes part of your moans, only encouraging him more as his thrusts don't slow.

"fuck, [y/n]," harry's voice falls apart, his hands gripping your hips hard enough to leave bruises. you're still shaking, your body unable to recover as harry chases his high. "you're gonna make me cum," he gasps.

you reach for harry's face and pull him in for another kiss, slipping your tongue between his lips. he immediately melts into you, pulling his cock out and letting his cum fall onto the soft skin of your stomach. you moan with him as he comes down, his body collapsing to your side with his head in your neck.

a few moments of silence pass as you both catch your breath, your hand comfortingly rubbing harry's shoulder as he hums against your ear. you eventually giggle, causing harry to laugh as well. another moment later, he attempts to stand from the bed, your arms still lingering around him. "i'll be right back, love," he promises you.

he heads for the bathroom and returns with a washcloth, cleaning off your stomach softly with a slightly embarrassed expression. "sorry," he said shyly.

you chuckle at the difference in harry's attitude now. "don't be," you tell him.

you eventually stand as well, your balance a bit off as you adjust to the feeling. harry helps you to the bathroom, his arm wrapped around your shoulders supportively.

"here," harry hands you a towel as you turn on the shower. "i'll grab your pajamas as well, yeah?" he says before leaving the room. you smile after him, your heart racing at the gesture. just as you step into the water you see harry leave your pajama set on the bathroom counter, offering you a shy smile as he leaves once again.

after you're dressed, you head back to bed to see harry curled up in the sheets with a book in hand. you can't help but feel giddy at the sight of him, shirtless, the sunset shining through the windows on his skin as his eyes focus on the text.

you crawl into bed beside him, and he sets the book down to reach for you. "hey you," he says with a smile. you giggle and cuddle into his side, wrapping yourself around him. "hi," you say shyly.

harry chuckles, covering you with the comforter and pulling you close to him. "don't mind me sleeping here for the night, do you? the couch isn't nearly as comfortable," he teases. you laugh, setting your hand on harry's heartbeat again. "of course not," you tell him.

you and harry spend the evening talking, reminiscing, laughing, and kissing until you eventually fall asleep on his chest. harry just kissed your head and held you close as he fell asleep as well.

the next morning as you're getting ready for the wedding, harry finished packing up the cabin and came up behind you to hug you in the bathroom mirror. "you look stunning, darling," he told you, his eyes wandering in the mirror down your body adorned in a beautiful dress. you just smirk and lean into him, your heart still racing at his romantic gestures. you're not sure if you could ever get used to them now.

on the way to the wedding, harry's hand casually rests on your knee in the back of the cab. you can't help but admire harry in his suit, telling him he looks handsome as you pull up to the venue ready to watch ron and hermione get married.

at the reception, hermione runs up to you, tears in both of your eyes as you pull each other in for a hug. ron and harry also hug, giving each other a specific handshake as harry congratulates his best friend.

"congratulations, you guys. you look perfect, hermione," you say once she pulls away, taking a tissue to her eyes. you lean in to give ron a hug as well, and hermione gives harry a big hug beside you.

"well, i see you aren't too mad about our little plan," ron says to you, his arm wrapping around hermione comfortingly. you and harry look at each other and laugh knowingly. you shake your head at ron. "no, i guess we aren't."

hermione's smile only gets wider as she sees harry's hand link with yours discreetly. "i'm just so happy we can be together today," she says tearfully.

you pull her in for another hug, with ron and harry joining not long after, making you all giggle at the heartwarming moment.

[moneyndior]

୧ ׅ𖥔 ۫and i promise forever.⋄ 𓍯

…IN WHICH! percy, hypothetically, confesses his feelings.

tags/warnings: percy jackson x reader, tv!percy for the theme, however, book percy was in mind, reader is hyper aware of what people think, awkward teenagers interacting, friends to lovers, the lake kinda rats percy out, not proofread.

ೃauthor notes⁀➷: take a shot everytime hypothetically is in this fic

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“hypothetically, how well can you keep a secret?”

“i’ve been your friend for god knows how long and you don’t know how well i can keep a secret?”

you asked, snickering as you hugged your knees closer to your chest. the sun was starting to set over camp half-blood and the last thing on your mind was getting to your cabins on time.

watching the lake’s waves splash against each other, the leaves in the trees whistled together. you two were relaxing after what feels like years.

you two didn’t particularly ask to be demi-gods.

“‘oh, very well, percy. thanks for asking!’ would’ve worked too.”

he mumbled more to himself than you, mimicking your voice as he made the pitch in his higher.

“oh, very well, percy. thanks for asking!”

you mocked, blinking in an over exaggerated manner. curiosity began to fill your head, questions racing in your mind. however, with how you are, you didn’t wanna come off annoying. so, deciding to kill two birds with one stone, you just asked,

“why?”

“because i have another hypothetical question to ask you.”

you rolled your eyes, another chuckle leaving your throat. percy was never the type of kid to just ask one thing and move on.

“wow, shocker.”

“shush. anyways—hypothetically speaking here—i have a crush. and, remember..all hypothetical, the crush was you…”

percy mumbled, breaking eye contact to look at the lake, the waves in the water beginning to splash a little faster and a little more hectically.

your mind went blank as you tried to process what he was saying. even if it was all hypothetical, hypothetical wouldn’t change the false hope he was feeding you.

“and i asked you out. because i, technically, really like you. would you say yes?”

percy asked, his words coming out jumbled and frantic, matching the water in front of you two.

“hypothetically, of course.”

he added, his tone still fast, his heartbeat speeding up along with it. the silence from your end made his blood run cold from embarrassment.

“uhm,”

you managed to squeeze out, your voice way more unstable than you’d like it to be in this situation

“hypothetically…i’d have to ask how well you keep a secret.”

well, shit. if this isn’t the start to a rejection—percy doesn’t know what is.

“pretty well.”

you gulped, biting the inside of your cheek as you went through every possibility and every word in any dictionary ever to find the perfect words to use.

“i’d tell you that in this hypothetical situation…i, also, really liked you and that i’d say yes any day.”

percy didn’t know what to do in all honesty. all he could do was grin from ear to ear as the sound of the waves getting quicker blocked out any other background noise.

“seriously?”

“yup.”

you nodded, your eyes shifting down to the ground for a second or two.

“well, uhm, would you like to go out? maybe? non-hypothetically?”

percy asked, his small flush across his cheeks making his face feel hot. he, unconsciously, leaned closer to you in anticipation.

“yeah, i would.”

with your confirmation, percy felt a bolt of energy enter his body. he nodded, chuckling to himself as his smile begin to hurt his cheeks.

“cool.”

he muttered, feeling anything but cool as he leaned back away from you. the both of you sat in silence until you stood up, dusting yourself off.

percy looked up at you, his knees to his chest, lips slightly parted. you bent down, brushing his hair behind his ear, kissing his temple lightly.

“can’t wait, percy.”

you mumbled before walking off, leaving percy alone with his thoughts and the way-too-out-of-control lake. as what happened slowly proceeded in his mind, a wave hit his legs.

sure, his pants are now wet. sure, he looks like a goddam dork right now. but who cares? he just got a date with the girl of his dreams. all he could do his care about you and only you.

not something silly like water, or the hypothetical, or what lie he’s gonna use to explain why his pants are wet.

[abitterboy]

Our Secret

Summary: Jisung has a crush on his best friend's girlfriend.

Pairing: Han Jisung x Minho’s Girlfriend

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 3.3K

Warning: cheating, drinking, flirting, biting, teasing, begging, no protection, oral (f receiving) , fingering, hair pulling, idk if i missed any

He knew it was wrong but oh did it feel so right. The way he fit inside of you, as if you were made for him, washed away any feelings of guilt Jisung may have had. Yes, you were Minhos, but right now you were his. Your fingers gripped the bedsheets and your mouth let out calls of his name. Jisung could never get enough of you, kissing your skin as he fucked you, making sure he didn’t leave any marks on you. He so badly wanted to but Jisung knew if he did he would risk not only hurting you, but his best friend.

~

“I like them a lot Jisung, I think I’m gonna ask them out.”

Jisung didn’t expect Minho to say that at all. He knew his friend could hide his feelings pretty well behind teasing remarks and feined annoyance but not like this. He never thought Minho could also like you and now that Minho said something first he knew he couldn’t act on his crush.

“Go for it, Hyung. I’m sure she’ll say yes.”

That was his first mistake.

His second mistake was hanging out with the three of you at a party after you two started dating. Seeing you in your small black dress that didn’t leave much for the imagination and your short hair tied up leaving your neck on display for him. He drank his mind away and then approached the two of you for the first time of the night even though you all came together. It was obvious all three of you were drunk and Minho was so lost in the music he barely realized Jisungs presence there. You grabbed Jisungs hand and started dancing with him, moving in a way that could enchant anyone.

“I’m gonna get another drink and say hi to Hyunjin, ok?”

You nodded at your boyfriend and he was off. Jisung was unfortunately sober enough to feel slightly awkward being with you hand in hand on the dance floor. His movements stiff, causing you to stop for a second before looking at him with a tilted head and a smile.

“Have you never danced with anyone before, or are you just super fucking stiff when drunk?”

He nervously laughed and looked away before you grabbed his face to look at you.

“I see its the first option.”

Your body came unbearably close to his as you started dancing on him, a smile planted on your face. The eye contact you made caused Jisung to breathe a little heavy as you swayed against him. To make matters worse you slid you arms up your body into the air, and then landed them around his neck, bringing the two of you closer than you had ever been.

“You’re fucking breathtaking.”

His mouth moved before he could even think and before he could even panic you giggled.

“As are you, Sungie. It’s a wonder you’re still single, huh? When’s the last time you even got laid?”

His eyes widened at the question, not used to discussing his sex life with anyone but Minho.

“I’m not sure actually, it’s been a while I guess.”

Your face moved closer to his causing his lips to part in anticipation and nervousness.

“That won’t do.”

Your lips were obscenely close to his and he could feel your breath on his lips as you looked up at him with glazed over eyes. You smiled and looked away, seeing Minho returning from his conversation. You released your arms from Jisungs neck and placed them on his chest, smirking at him as you spoke to Minho.

“Hey babe did you get me a drink too?”

Jisung stood there frozen, watching you step towards Minho and kiss him deeply before looking back at him. You grabbed the drink out of Minhos hand before taking a sip.

“Mmm my favorite. Here Sungie, have some.”

You grabbed his face and brought the cup to his mouth forcing him to drink. A bit of the drink fell from the side of his mouth and you were quick to wipe it off with your thumb.

“Bad boy, don’t waste it.”

Jisung looked over to Minho and sawthat he wasn’t even looking, too invested in his own drink and the music blaring over the speakers. You smiled again with half lidded eyes before returning to Minhos side to dance with him. All Jisung could think was what the actual fuck was that??

~

His next mistake was going shopping with the both of you. Once spotting you two at the malls entrance, Jisung was in a slight panic seeing what you wore. You drove in two different cars, Jisung in his own and Minho in his with you. When you arrived, you were wrapped around Minho’s arm in a crop top, a mini skirt, and platform converse. The whole outfit hugged your body in all the right places and the shoes were the ones Jisung got you for your birthday earlier this year. Seeing him eye you up and down you asked him a question.

“Don’t I look pretty?”

Jisung responded with a light nod, refusing to open his mouth for fear he would say something that would clue Minho in on his racing thoughts. You looked at him with a pout that Minho realized so he pat your head and kissed your forehead.

“Don’t mind him, he has awful taste. You look so pretty baby.”

Hanging out at the mall was fun and the three of you enjoyed the time you spent together. After a while you went to use the bathroom and Minho pulled Jisung to the side.

“I wanna get them a really pretty necklace they liked last time we came here on a date as a surprise. Can you keep them occupied?”

Jisung nodded and reassured that he would be able to, then Minho was off. You exited the bathroom to only see Jisung and he explained Minho went to go get something from the car, which was a good excuse for him to be gone for a whilem seeing as the car was all the way in the lot next to the other side of the mall.

“Oh okay let’s continue shopping then for now and meet up with him later. I wanted to get some more clothes anyway.”

You led him to a store and he followed. Rushing to the womans section, you almost left him behind in excitement. After picking some dresses and skirts, you wanted to go to the dressing rooms to try them on and make sure they fit how you wanted them too. Jisung offered to wait at the cash register but you insisted he came with you and waited to judge the outfits.

The first outfit you tried on was a pink dress, it was super pretty and complemented your skin tone. He clapped and you spun before doing a curtsey and going back in to try on more clothes. You came out in a couple skirts and shirts and he complimented every one of them. After trying on another dress you asked him a question.

“Why didn’t you compliment me earlier but are so willing to now? Did Minho make you nervous?”

“What? No, I just uh like these better so I’m more vocal about it, that’s all.”

You made a hm sound and went back in the dressing room. When trying to take off the dress, you realized the zipper was stuck. You smiled at yourself in the mirror, and feigned an innocent voice.

“Um Sungie? Can you help me I’m stuck in this dress.”

He froze in place and tried to talk to you from outside the door.

“Uh you sure you’re stuck? You can’t get out at all?”

“Yeah I’m really stuck please help me out of this. I don’t wanna break it, it was the last one they had!”

You opened the door slightly, allowing Jisung to push the door open the rest of the way to see you looking sadly at him before turning around and parting your hair while putting you neck down to allow him more access to the zipper.

“Lock the door, I don’t want anyone to see us in here and get the wrong idea.”

He locked it and turned to you who was waiting for his help. HIs hands worked carefully to fix the zipper, budging it until it zipped down slightly.

“I got it, you can unzip it now.”

He backed up as if he was going to leave but you grabbed his wrist, stopping him.

“Please Sungie, do it for me! I don’t wanna rip the dress or mess the zipper up because I can’t see it.”

Hesitantly, he put his hand back on the zipper and slowly started unzipping it. The sleeves fell and you let them, revealing a bit of your bra in the large mirror of the dressing room. You held your hands by your chest to hold it up and not reveal your bra in full. His eyes reverted from the mirror to you back as fast as they could. Revealing your back now, he could see your bra strap and the curve of your back right under his fingertips. The dresses zipper went all the way down further than your panty line and Jisung froze a bit when the lacy garment revealed itself to him. Thankfully it only showed a bit of it and he was finally able to take his hand off the zipper. His mind raced and guilt built up in him as he thought about Minho. His thoughts were cut short when you turned to Jisung and embraced him while thanking him. Your innocent smile didn’t match the way your body pressed up against his in this situation. Breasts almost popping out of your bra and pressed up against his chest, the dress opening more due to your quick movement, allowing more of you to be exposed in the mirror behind the two of you. Jisung stuttered out a “you’re welcome” and separated himself from you before unlocking the door and leaving.

Once you paid for your clothes at the register and left the store, you both spotted Minho at a bench in front of the store. He spotted you too and lifted his phone, showing his location app that the three of you shared. Running up to him, you raised your hands to show him the bags of stuff you got. He smiled at you.

“That’s lovely baby. I got you something too.”

Minho revealed the necklace to you and you put your hands over your mouth in shock.

“Is this what you were covering for?”

You looked over at Jisung and he smiled nervously while scratching the side of his head.

“Oh my God Minho it’s gorgeous! Thank you so much!”

“I’m so glad you like it.”

Minho put the necklace on your neck and you turned around to grab his face and kiss him.

“I have bad news though. Hyunjin called and said he needs a ride to work since his car broke down again.”

Jisung giggled at that before scoffing.

“He really needs to get that piece of shit to a dump and get a new car. I know he can afford one.”

“Eh I guess it has sentimental value since it was his first car so he’s not ready to let go of it. Anyway, since Hyunjin lives on an opposite side of town than you I was wondering if you’d be okay if Jisung took you home since he only lives like ten minutes away from you.”

“Yeah I’m okay with that. How about you Jisung, can I drive with you?”

“Uh yeah of course.”

You kissed Minho before getting in Jisungs car. Jisung disconnected his bluetooth and allowed you to take over his radio like he did everytime you were in the car and you excitedly put on your music. The car ride was a little quiet on Jisungs side but you happily spoke to him. Once you arrived to your house you gave him a kiss on the cheek to thank him for driving you. It wasn’t uncommon for you to do that but it caused his whole body to tense from earlier.

“Hey Jisung can you help me bring my bags in?”

“Oh yeah of course.”

That was his third mistake.

The bags were all in the house and you were climbing on top of a breathless Jisung who you had thrown on your bed. He looked up at you with nervous eyes.

“What about Minho?”

He had already asked this when you first kissed him after you’d closed your room door and you only responded by pressing your lips deeper into his, allowing his tongue to explore your mouth. Now on the bed, you gave him a verbal response.

“Can you keep a secret?”

He nervously shook his head yes.

“Good, so let’s make this our little secret.”

You bent down, kissing him again and moaning into his mouth. Jisung was drunk on your taste and his dominance overpowered his anxiety. He flipped the two of you over on the bed, leaving him on top of you. You gasped in excitement and grabbed him by his shirt to kiss him again. Jisung was finally able to taste you, to take you as his, and he wasn’t going to waste this moment on anxiety. He unlatched his lips from yours to kiss and bite your neck.

“You can’t keep a secret if Minho can see it! Be careful!”

Jisung became a bit more gentle but still continued to lick up your neck and kiss down to your collarbones. He lifted your shirt and bra all at once, revealing your breasts to him. Jisung latched onto your left tit as quickly as he could. He massaged and pinched the right one and switched between them both at will, sometimes latching a little hard and causing you to grab his hair. He had always wondered how sensitive your tits were and now that he knew they were this sensitive, he never wanted to unlatch himself from them.

“Sungie touch me more please.”

You whined out at him and he forced himself to let go of your chest and made his way down to your thighs. He kissed them and squeezed the flesh between his fingers before finally removing your skirt. The panties he had seen earlier were now on full display for him and he couldn’t help but dive down to lick the wet spot that had already formed. You gasped at his touch and he smiled, knowing he was able to make you squirm with such a simple touch. Jisung removed them and quickly put his tongue to good use, causing your back to arch and your hands to find his hair and pull. He lapped at your clit with swift motions and moaned into you, loving the way you tasted on his desperate tongue. Jisungs finger made it way to your opening and nudged at it before entering fully. Another finger entered and the combination of his fingers and his eager tongue gave you that familiar knot in your stomach.

“Fuck Sungie just like that! Ah you feel so good.”

Words almost wimpers, you twitched under him and he internally smiled. His pace kept up and you pulled his hair more as your torso lifted and you felt your orgasm about to rush over you.

“Ah I’m cumming! Fuck!”

Your orgasm erupted on his face and he kept going to help you ride out your orgasm. Jisung honestly didn’t ever want to stop but your next words were enough to make him.

“Fuck me, please fuck me Jisung-ah!”

He lifted his head and fully undressed. You ripped off your previously lifted shirt and sat up to kiss him deeply. The taste of you on your lips made you want him even more, knowing how good he just made you feel.

“Do you have a condom?”

“I don’t but I’m on birth control and don’t mind if you wanna-”

“Raw?”

“Mhm, if you want.”

Jisung crashed his lips on yours once again, so fucking excited to be able to fully be inside of you. He pushed you down and aligned his cock with your entrance, rubbing it slowly along you.

“Please don’t tease Sungie, please just fu-”

He thrusted into you in on quick move, causing you to arch your back and grab the bedsheets. His thrusts started slowly but his movements steadily picked up. Within minutes he had you a moaning mess. You brought him down and wrapped your arms around him, scratching his back with your fingernails, He moaned at the pain of his back and fucked you faster, causing you to dig deeper into his skin. Jisung pushed you away and flipped you over, bringing your hips up and entering you roughly. Your face was buried into the pillows and muffled you but Jisung didn’t like that. He lifted your head by your hair and you moaned louder than you had before. His movements were so rough you could feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge.

“Fuck you feel so good wrapped around my cock. Do you like it baby?”

Your moans were an obvious sign you liked it but he wanted to hear you say it.

“Tell me you like it, no tell me you fucking love it.”

“I fucking love it! Ah I love it!”

With that he pulled your hair harder and you came all over him, tightening around his cock. He felt his orgasm approaching and thrusted a few more times before releasing, pulling out and cumming mostly on your back. He stayed on his knees and lifted his head, eyes closed and mouth open panting. You fell over and smiled, dizzy and drunk on Jisung. He opened his eyes to see you on the bed naked covered in his cum and smiled. His smile was shortlived when he saw your phone light up, showing your wallpaper with Minho and a text from him. You grabbed the phone and casually responded to him before putting the phone back down.

“What’d he say?”

Jisung was nervous Minho somehow knew what you two had just done but you just shrugged.

“He asked if I wanted him to bring me food for dinner and I said yes.”

JIsung panicked, knowing Minho would be coming over soon.

“But I’m here!”

“Yeah, and? We hang out all the time. As long as we arent still in bed naked I don’t think he’ll suspect a thing. Oh, and as long as you don’t tell him, remember this is a secret after all.”

You got up and kissed Jisung before walking to the bathroom with your phone. He quickly got dressed and cleaned up your bed a bit since it was now pretty messy. You retured after peeing and cleaning yourself up and put on your clothes.

“I told him I invited you to eat dinner with us too and he said okay.”

“You want me to stay for dinner?”

You didnt even look up from your phone and Jisung wondered how you could be so casual after all of that.

“Duh, come on Jisung you have dinner with us all the time. Don’t freak out over nothing.”

To Jisung this wasn’t nothing, this was his seeing his best friend after having sex with his girlfriend. This was him lying to his friend, something he has never done. But this time he knew he had to lie, to protect both you and Minho. This had to stay a secret, and he was gonna make sure it did.

[ihrtsevyn]

— LE SSERAFIM HEADCANONS🫧 | 001.

GENRE fluff, headcanons

SYNOPSIS habits of the le sserafim members when they have a crush on you <3

WARNINGS no specific gender, no smut or suggestive content of any kind, lowercase intended.

WC 791

masterlist | main page <3

. . . SAKURA (사쿠라)

i. gravitates towards you. in a room full of hundreds of people, sakura will easily spot you within seconds. as soon as you walk into a party, sakura will be by your side in seconds. she says it's fate with how easily she's drawn to you, you roll your eyes every time thinking she's just being playful not knowing that she means every flirty compliment and heartfelt confession. ii. gives you gifts. she puts her crocheting skills to use any time she has free time. she's made hats for her friends but she goes all out for you. learning new patterns and getting different yarns to build you anything you desire. she'll make little stuffed animals for you and in secret keep a matching one, she'll craft cute tops that compliment your frame, and even make you small trinkets you can put as decoration in your room!

. . . CHAEWON (김채원)

i. gets easily jealous. she hates the feeling she gets when someone is hogging all of your attention, making you laugh so hard that you're clutching your stomach in pain, your smile so wide that it almost reaches your ears, and your eyes staring so fondly at another. all of that should be towards her, and chaewon can't stand the fact that another person can get that reaction out of you. she'll play off her jealousy usually by saying something like "y/n, you still love me right?" with a pout. after your bits of reassurance she becomes less jealous and more so clingy, it's a repeating cycle. ii. can't keep her eyes off of you. she finds her eyes traveling back to your figure more often than normal. she keeps a watchful eye out for you, ready to drag you away from any uncomfortable situation you might've gotten thrown into. she can't help the adoring smile that comes across her face when she sees you do something even remotely endearing to her, your smile and simple mannerism all reminders of why she likes you so much.

. . . YUNJIN (허윤진)

i. sends pictures/videos of things that remind her of you. throughout your day you'll randomly get photos or small clips of things that remind yunjin of you. sometimes it'll be a quick video of a red panda eating bamboo, or a picture of a hairless cat in a turtleneck. it really depends on what mood she's in! ii. calls you nicknames. her nicknames can range from simple pet names like 'babe', 'baby', and 'sweetie' but as time goes on and you get more comfortable with each other she'll start calling you annoyingly sweet names like 'muffin', 'gumdrop', and 'kitty'. she loves how you physically recoil in disgust as soon as those words leave her lips. she'll laugh off your disgust but in her mind she's wishing with crossed fingers that you'll give her a chance.

. . . KAZUHA (카즈하)

i. she can't keep eye-contact with you. she's not someone that usually struggles with eye-contact but she finds it extra hard to look you in the eye, and for a long while she didn't know why. instead of staring into your alluring eyes that make the tips of her ears turn red and burn in embarrassment, she trails her eyes all over your face. looking at your eyebrows, cheekbones, lips, and nose, all to avoid the painful butterflies that swarm in her stomach when your soft gaze meets hers. ii. asks about you. to get closer to you she'll ask your closest friends/family members about you. she'll bring up your favorite musical artist, or a tv show you just started watching in a nonchalant way just to get a conversation started. nothing could mask the adoration that coats her face when your eyes light up with excitement at the mention of one of your favorite things.

. . . EUNCHAE (은채)

i. teases you the most. if eunchae finds herself with a crush on you, you'll be subjected to a lot of her teasing. it's never harsh in nature and it's a lot more flirty if anything. she'll gently push you away from her if you get too close, falsely claiming that the reason she did so was because she didn't want you next to her but in reality it was because your close proximity made her heart rate speed up with reddening ears. ii. holds your hand. she always has some intricate excuse to hold your hand. whether it be to look at any new formed callouses, or because she didn't want to lose you in a crowd! she'll make fun of you for thinking it was anything more than what she claimed it to be, although you both know there's no reason for her to hold your hand as much as she does.

[vscabarca]

photographer - pablo gavi

summary: gavi has a crush on the club‘s photographer, but he‘s afraid you don‘t speak spanish.

genre: fluff

———

Sitting on the couch with the phone in your hands, you scrolled through old pictures, smiling at all the beautiful moments you’ve experienced over the years. Giggling, you turned your head towards your boyfriend, gavi.

He was watching a random football game when he turned his head and shifted his attention to you.

„what‘s so funny hermosa?“ he asked, stroking your legs which were draped over his lap.

„i just found the picture i took of you when we first met.“ you snickered, making gavi turn his head in embarrassment.

„amor, this is so embarrassing.“ He groaned.

„no it was cute! It just makes me laugh that you told me you were too shy to speak english.“ you replied, shuffling closer to him and put you head on his chest.

———

„¿quién es?“ gavi asked fermin, trying to sound unbothered by your presence.

„who?“ fermin asked, not really understanding what his friend was saying.

„who is the new photographer? i’ve never seen her before.“ he tilted his head towards you, who recently started working as a club photographer. you were twenty, moving from England to Spain, pursuing your dream in sports photography. Pure coincidence led you to this job, now taking pictures of sweaty footballers every day. Couldn’t be better right?!

„ay Pablito likes the new photographer huh?“ fermin nudged him, earning a smack from his friend.

„OW!“

gavi wouldn’t tell anyone for the first few weeks but he found you very cute. During his trainings he glanced over to you sometimes, seeing you do your job and take pictures for the official FC Barcelona account.

After one particular fun practice, he walked back with Ansu to the locker room. On his way back, you stood on the sidelines, encouraging the players to pose for a post-practice picture.

It was the first time he heard your voice, a british accent coming through.

„smile!“ you asked kindly when ansu and gavi walked past. Both flashed you a smile, making your lips turn upwards too.

After the „click“ sound, you glanced back up, holding eye contact with gavi for a few seconds. As the two players disappeared into the tunnel, you couldn’t help but blush at the thought of the nineteen year old.

@fcbarcelona: training done🫡 ✅

———

„just ask her out after practice hermano!“ pedri urged gavi but he just shook his head resolutely.

pedri found out about his little crush not much later. gavi wasn’t the best at keeping things to himself, he just couldn’t keep secrets.

„hermano, I can’t speak english!“ he spoke frustrated after hearing you talk with a british accent.

pedri just laughed out loud, his head flying back as he clutched onto his chest.

„bro, be serious I bet she can speak spanish. At least a bit. You can speak english too!“ pedri argued, encouraging his younger friend to make a move.

„Have you ever heard me speak english? I sound stupid with my accent!“ gavi just waved him off, getting into a shower to clear his mind.

It has been a week later and gavi still didn’t talk to you. His heartache grew stronger over time, seeing you everyday engrossed in your work made him weak. Little did he know, you had your focus more on gavi than on any other player, snapping some good pictures of him during practice.

The next day, gavi came home late, deciding to ask you out the day after. Stressed as he was, he downloaded Duolingo to do about three exercises before he grew even more stressed and deleted the app again.

———

tying his boots, he received a crash course from ansu. he could speak english quite well in contrast to gavi.

mid-sentence he shot up, glaring at his friend.

„how do you know I have a crush on the photographer?“ he asked bewildered as he saw ansus smirk on his lips.

„almost the whole team knows, don’t tell pedri your secrets pablito.“

he was fuming but walked off earning funny faces from his teammates.

you were doing your job like always, trying to get some good shots when gavi walked in front of the lens, doing a silly pose.

you glanced up from the camera, blushing as you saw gavi smiling at you.

„did you get a good shot?“ he asked rather shy, his thick spanish accent coming through.

„yeah. not really hard when you’re the model.“ you chuckled, seeing Gavis lips curl up into a smile at your words.

„could be the other way around too, you know?“

your heart fluttered after hearing the footballers words, a blush creeping up your face.

„i‘m gavi by the way.“

you just laughed, seeing the puzzled expression on the boy’s face.

„i know who you are, silly. I‘m Y/n.“ you said, feeling much more comfortable now after seeing how nice gavi actually was.

he relaxed too, feeling a good connection between the two of you.

„so, i‘ve seen you around for some time now and thought you were really cute. is there a chance to get to know you better?“ gavi asked, before seeing his teammates walk onto the pitch alongside xavi.

„yes of course. i could give you my number.“ you offered and placed the camera down next to you.

„Sería perfecto.“ Gavi answered, forgetting you didn‘t speak Spanish.

„my english isn’t the best, i mix it up sometimes.“ He said and scratched the back of his head.

„don’t worry, your english is perfect. I‘m the one who should learn spanish!“

He smiled softly at you when you scribbled your number on a piece of paper and handed it to him.

„gavi! come here!“ xavi shouted, interrupting the cute moment between you two.

gavi glanced over his shoulder, seeing the whole team staring at you.

„go, or else xavi will kill me for talking to his beloved youngster.“ you chuckled as Gavi laughed at your joke, pulling you in a short hug.

„see you around. i‘ll text you.“ he spoke, already running to the group before he earned a slap on his head from pedri. fermin basically jumped onto his back as he told them what the two of them were talking about.

———

„if you didn’t speak English that day, i probably wouldn’t sit on your lap right now, don’t you think?“ you asked and put your hands around his neck, pulling gavi closer to you.

He just smirked cockily, pulling you into a sweet kiss and mumbled a quiet „mhmm“.

[wintfleur]

👩🏻‍🎨 ͡ ꒱ STELLAS RELATIONSHIP WITH RUTGER

au masterlist — you can find asks under #💌stellahughes!

°. — asks about stella and rut are under #⋆ ˚｡⋆୨🩷୧˚ stella & rut!

°. — smutty asks about Stella and rut are under #⋆ ˚｡⋆୨💒୧˚ smutty stella & rut!

°. — STELLA AND RUTGER!

°. — BASICS!

When did they meet Stella and Rutger first met in 2022, they were both freshmans and luke introduced them at a party.

When was there first date, and who asked Rutger asked Stella on a date after many months of crushing on her, they had their first date in late February. (2023)

When did they start dating, and who asked They had been going on dates and practically dating since March, they just didn't make it official official until April 1st, when Stella asked him to be her boyfriend (2023)

When did everyone find out Everyone found out on Thanksgiving when stella posted a instagram story with a picture of rutger with the caption being ‘Most thankful for him”

Who said I love you first Rutger was the one who said I love you first.

More backstory of them Even though it took them a while to make it official, they basically were dating since march. They were doing things all couples do, just in secret. Stella was starting to feel insecure that they hadn't made it official and she couldn't wait anymore, she had sent him a text to come to her dorm. He had rushed over, thinking something was wrong by how she texted him. But he was very much happily surprised when as soon as he walked through her door she blurted out ‘be my boyfriend…please’

°. — DETAILS!

Their tropes sunshine x sunshine, brother’s friend x friends little sister, golden retriever bf x orange cat gf

Their love languages stella’s; physical touch, words of affirmation, acts of service. rutger’s; physical touch, gift giving, acts of service.

Their favorite sleep position as long as they are touching their good, they alternate between the little and big spoon positions, rutger likes laying on his back so Stella is pretty much just curled up against him.

Their pet names for each other rutger; pretty girl, baby, my girl, kitten. Stella; lovey, baby, love bug, stud.

Their couple songs The Only Exception by Paramore & I’m yours & eyes don’t lie by Isabel LaRosa

Their contact names for each other rutger; “pretty girl 🩷” Stella; “lovey 🩵”

Their first impressions of each other when rutger first met stella he immediately noticed her smile, she had given him a shy smile as she stood next to her older brother, holding onto his arm so she wouldn't get lost when they walked through the packed house. She was shy, but very friendly and kind. When Stella first met rutger she had noticed his laugh, he was laughing with luca when her and luke walked over to them. She quickly noticed that she liked the sound of his laugh throughout the night as they talked.

°. — FUNFACTS!

𐙚 They kept their relationship a secret for 8 months

𐙚 They both see each other in there future, wanting to marry and grow old together!

𐙚 Rutger is very confident about himself and their relationship, but he can’t help but get jealous and possessive sometimes with how many people flirt and want Stella.

𐙚 They are each other’s good luck charm!

𐙚 Stella has a necklace with the letter R and a necklace with the number 2 on it, both given to her by Rutger.

𐙚 Rutger has a superstition where he can’t play a game without having Stella’s initial somewhere on his stick.

𐙚 Stella loves making playlists for Rutger

𐙚 Rutgers family absolutely love Stella so much, she has a great relationship with them!

𐙚 Stella’s family also love Rutger! Rutger has a great relationship with her parents and brothers!

𐙚 Rutger loves driving Stella around even though she knows how to drive

𐙚 Rutgers loves when Stella draws/paints him! He keeps all of her art work that she gives him

𐙚 Stella loves playing hockey with Rutger at the rink!

𐙚 They love playing video games together! They have their own Minecraft world together, and a ton of pets that Stella calls their children.

𐙚 Rutger rented a cabin for a week and the two of them went away for a vacation.

𐙚 They love hot tubs! Have been caught a few times making out in them . . .

𐙚 They love making silly TikTok’s together!

𐙚 they are so clingy to each other

𐙚 they have a diner that means a lot to them, they went there for the first date and they are now regulars, the owner absolutely love them!

𐙚 Rutger is extremely protective of Stella!

𐙚 they have already planned there wedding . . . and how many kids they want and what they would name them.

𐙚 they have weekly movie nights!

𐙚 Rutger loves how sensitive Stella is!

𐙚 on the off season Rutger is quite the stoner

𐙚 high make out sessions all the time during off season!

𐙚 They will always support each other!

𐙚 Are always being teased by ruts teammates and their friends for being the best couple and how clingy they are!

𐙚 They are the it couple!

𐙚 Rutger always has his eyes on her during party’s, loving to watch Stella dance with her friends(and to make sure she’s safe), and dance with her!

𐙚 most of the time at party’s there up in a room or closet making out

𐙚 they both have a high libido

𐙚 they are so touchy omg

𐙚 could make out for hours!

𐙚 they are always texting whenever one of them is out of state.

𐙚 they both have a great relationship with each others friends!

𐙚 They love going to the drive inn for dates!

°. — THEIR THINGS!

𐙚 making out in elevators

𐙚 feeling safe in each others arms

𐙚 playing footsies under every table they sit at

𐙚 immediately looking at each other whenever they hear or see something outrageous

𐙚 sharing the food they order

𐙚 slapping each others ass

𐙚 rutger helping stella paint her nails

𐙚 pausing the movie/show a billion times so they can talk about what just happened

𐙚 staring into each others eyes

𐙚 sending each other cute pictures/videos of animals

𐙚 shotgunning into each others mouth

𐙚 singing love songs to each other on there late night drives

𐙚 pulling each other closer in crowds

𐙚 building Lego sets together

𐙚 putting there hands into each others back pockets

𐙚 falling asleep in hammocks

𐙚 always finding a way to mention each other

𐙚 binge watching criminal minds, the walking dead, pretty little liars and gossip girl

𐙚 longgg naps

𐙚 making homemade pizzas

𐙚 Study dates !!!!

𐙚 drinking hot chocolate and doing crossword puzzles

°. — THE INTERNETS FAVORITE MOMENTS!

﹕─┈ the internet absolutely loves all the TikTok’s they make together! They always go viral !!

﹕─┈ how Rutger always finds a way to mention Stella!

﹕─┈ when Stella’s brothers mention Stella and Rutger

﹕─┈ when they go to hockey games together and they always get put on the big screen!

﹕─┈ all the pictures that are taken of the couple, especially the ones when they share a big kiss after his games!

﹕─┈ the pictures of Rutger being seen at almost all of her competitions!

﹕─┈ when Luke talked about his summer and mentioned Stella and Rutger and them at the lake house!

﹕─┈ when Rutger was accidentally seen in the back ground of a umich video in the locker room with his shirt off, a few hickeys seen on his v-line

﹕─┈ how giggly and happy Stella gets when she’s asked about her relationship on podcasts

﹕─┈ just how in love they are really!

﹕─┈ when Gavin accidentally spilled on a live he didn’t get much sleep the night before because the people next door at the hotel were being ‘loud’ winky face . . . fans found out he was talking about Stella and rut

°. — LOCKSCREENS!

Rutger’s;

Rutger took this when the two went exploring so she could take some pictures, Rutger took this picture and ever since Stella sent it to him it’s been his lock screen since !

Stella’s;

The person Stella became once these pictures came out, like she drove her friends crazy with how much she talked about them. And poor rutger was so flustered (he loved it) with how much Stella complimented him.

°. — MOODBOARD!

a/n ﹒ I really wanna make an n.sfw version ! I’d just need some ideas. If you have some, please feel free to send them in my inbox, please just clarify that it would be for the n.sfw profile !!!

°. — taglist ( @privatemythss @cixrosie @toasttt11 )

﹕─┈ copyright © 2024 you can't copy, translate, reproduce, repost my fic, use my plot or layouts.

[rubiehart]

can you write something for jj + pope having a crush/dating a kook! reader? headcanons maybe? :)

i think you meant them both separately having a crush on kook!reader like not both at the same time?? but if this isn’t what you’re looking for lmk and i can totally rewrite it!! also this came out way longer than expected, i got carried away…

JJ!

✧ contrary to popular belief, i feel like he wouldn’t come up to you right away, especially if you were the so called ‘kook princess’, he’d study you from afar at first, catching glimpses of you at a kegger or maybe on the marsh with your girls catching some sun in your skimpy little bikini.

✧ you’d catch his attention because you weren’t a complete bitch like a lot of the other kook girls he’d had encounters with for starters, but also because you were the complete opposite of the tom boy-ish girls from the cut.

✧ he wouldn’t mentioned his (not so) little crush on you to any of the other pogues because he knew exactly what they would say ‘she’s too good for you jj.’, knowing all about his promiscuity, but he wasn’t gonna give up so easily.

✧ you first talked to him at some kegger thrown for the start of summer, despite your good girl reputation you and jj managed to bounce off each others jokes pretty much all night, bantering like friends which was refreshing coming from a kook, he hadn’t expected you to be like this but he somehow liked you more because of it.

✧ this obviously confused the pogues. jj bagging the kook princess? no chance. you were polar opposites. when jj was questioned about it he just told john b ‘what can i say man, opposites attract.’ with a wink which made john b roll his eyes.

✧ you’d been talking for a while when you came to realise the talk about the ‘big bad pogue jj maybank’ wasn’t real, and he was a genuinely nice guy and you really did like him even though he wasn’t the kind of guy you’d usually go for, stuck up preppy assholes were more expected, you guessed. that’s why so many people questioned your close relationship with jj and why you’d bother with a pogue like him, which you’d answer with some more than impolite remark or hand gesture or a punch in the face, when some bitch spoke about the man you were forced to love in secret because of the split between kooks and pogues.

✧ after you started dating and the news was out to the island, the waters seemed to calm down and you could walk around the island together holding hands, truly in love without getting yelled at by some random boneheaded kook just for simply being together.

✧ when he’d spend the night at your house, he’d be surprised by the luxury you’d been given on a silver spoon all your life, not exactly envious per-se just more shocked you weren’t a brat about it, lounging on your comfy mattress that he seemed to welcome him perfectly, your warm skin pressed up to his own and just you. clouding his senses as he drifted off to sleep with a lil’ smile on his face.

✧ you’d wear his shirts to bed sometimes when he’d sleepover, seeing them practically engulfing you making him all warm and fuzzy inside, leaning to press a big sloppy kiss to your lips making you giggle and push him away, whining “jayjjjj!” he’d just wink and reply “y’know you love me pretty girl.”

POPE!

✧ pope is honestly such a sweetheart so i feel like he’d be introduced through friends, way too nervous to go up to you himself, eventually your friends would scatter leaving you both a little further down the beach huddled around the fire pit soaking in the little warmth the flickering flame gave out.

✧ he’d be stuttering over his words, trying to keep eye contact with you through the conversation but it was a challenge because you were easily the prettiest girl he’d ever seen.

✧ after talking for a little while you took a liking to him, inviting him to hangout at the beach the next night, deciding to set up a little beach picnic for the two of you, wanting to get to know him properly away from your tipsy conversation at the boneyard party the previous night.

✧ he’d gone home and told the pogues about the night you had planned, all giddy and smiling, john b slapping him on the shoulder with a prideful grin “that’s my boy.”

✧ he’d arrived at the beach, a lot quieter than usual especially when the sun was setting, seeing your white jeep in the parking lot, clearly empty and mad his way down to the shoreline, spotting you on a white and red checkered blanket, waving rapidly and giggling when you saw him smile and wave, shoving his hands into his pockets and making the rest of the way over to you.

✧ his body tensed up when he saw you wrapped up in a pretty yellow sundress, hugging your body in all the right places and your hair flowing freely down your back and splayed over your shoulders care-freely. “hey pope!” you smiled, getting up to engulf him in a hug, breathing in his musky scent and settling down onto the picnic blanket. he reciprocated the hug and pulled away looming into your eyes.

✧ “you uh, you look really pretty.” he stuttered out nervously, gesturing to your figure. you giggled and raised your eyebrows, eyes taking down his own body, “you clean up nice yourself, heyward.” you smile, which you see a faint blush grace his cheeks which you decide not to poke fun about, already sensing his nervousness, which honestly you found adorable.

✧ you continued in comfortable conversation about anything and everything, once he got comfortable enough he started telling you all about himself, his dad’s business, where he was planning to go to college and his goals for the future, he seemed to know what he wanted which was a total green flag, giggling at all of the jokes he’d make and adding in your own little stories every now and then.

✧ as the sun started dipping beneath the horizon casting a dark orange hue over the whole landscape, and most of the food was gone, excuse a few spilled grapes from trying to throw and catch them into each others mouths, giggling loudly when they missed and bounced of pope’s forehead, he turned to you, “i always thought you were the prettiest girl on the island.” your eyes met his at his sudden confession and you looked suprised, never been told something like that before, “really?” you whispered quietly, not quiet believing what he said.

✧ “really.” he said, feeling a spur of confidence seeing the starstruck look on your face and deciding it was now or never. “want me to prove it?” he whispered, leaning in to tuck a lock of hair behind you ear, you nodding dumbfoundly and swallowing, not believing this was really happening. he leaned in and your warm lips were connected passionately, tasting him on your tongue, and nothing else mattered.

[nishiyako]

Distractions (NSFW)

Paring : College!Izuku x College!Reader

Tags : Riding, Creampie, Teasing, Sloppy kisses, Sexual Tension, Pervy Deku

Summary : You decide to make a move on your little college campus crush. arranging a private study session with him, knowing your grades are above average. You have no idea how long he's been waiting for this.

Izuku was a boy that you had a few classes with. You both had the same college course, but your schedule and his would rarely match. You only saw him a couple of times every week, but even with the slightest glance, you could tell how attractive he was.

Izuku always looked so serious, yet he still had an inviting bubbly aura you couldn't get enough of. If you we're lucky enough to sit beside him, you'd hear his soft voice muttering to himself.

His emerald green eyes matched with his fluffy hair, which made him look so innocent. Of course, looks could be deciding.

You'd catch him maybe staring at your thighs when you wore your skinny jeans or when you'd bend over to take something out of your bag, he'd steal a glance of that fuckable ass of yours. looking away quick enough so you wouldn't catch him being the secret pervert he was.

You, on the other hand, you weren't scared. He'd catch you staring, yet you wouldn't look away. You cherished every second of eye contact, losing yourself in his innocent-looking eyes.

Every moment that he'd look away, his cheeks would glow red, his heart beating as if he just ran a marathon. It brought a smile to your face every time.

It was almost time for graduation, and you didn't want to make this little class crush go to waste. Since fainals were around the corner, you reasoned that would be a good enough reason, right?

Your grades were fine, above average even. But maybe a little study session will make all that waiting worth it.

"You need... my help?" He quoted you, repeating it to ask you if you were serious. "Mhm," you hummed, confirming. He looked perplexed like you got the wrong person to ask. Your grades were better than his after all, so why would you need help?

"My grades have been steadily decling, and yours have been rising, so I feel like I could learn a thing or two from you," you reasoned, his eyebrows raised as your point sounded right. and plus a pretty girl like you asking him specifically? He'd be an idiot to say no.

You exchanged numbers as he texted you his building number and room as you parted your ways agreeing on 5:30 PM, right after classes.

You arrived at his doorstep wearing a miniskirt with a snug sweater. You knocked on his door as you waited for a response. He opened it almost immediately.

He was wearing just some basic white shirt with some Grey sweatpants, Grey sweatpants? Genius. Maybe he knew, or maybe he didn't, but the neutral hue complimented his bulge perfectly. You felt your legs squirm just at the sight.

"Hey, you actually came," he said with a chuckle at the end of his sentence, "I'd be an idiot not to." You said. He welcomed you in as you removed your shoes and put them beside the door.

His dorm was clean, and it was simple. Nothing really caught your attention, though it was impressive that he had it to himself, unlike you. You had to share with 3 other people.

"So which ones' your bedroom?" You asked, "Oh no need for that! The living room is fine. plus my room is super messy!" He kept listing reasons with a panick in his voice that was until you turned a knob.

His room was filled with All-Might and hero memorabilia. It was adorable. a slight giggle escaped your lips as his soul escaped his, "I think it's cool," you said, reassuring him. He didn't have to say anything for you to know that he was embarrassed

Izuku thinks that he's ruined his chances, but little did he know it just made you more interested. You should've guessed he was a fan with his All-might pens and notebooks he used during lectures.

Well, what's done it done. You both sat down as you started working through some problems with him.

He used the latest tests as a base, ofcoure you aced all of them, but it was adorable watching his serious expressions. The way his hands gripped the pen or his voice when he'd start to mutter.

And it's not like you did all the admiring. The way your thighs peaked out of your short skirt did something to him, fainally letting him get a good glimpse of them.

Or when you would chew on the tip of your pen, or when you'd move closer to hear him better, or even if your hands would just lightly graze eachothers. Everything you did made that bulge in his pants grow.

It became more obvious as his sentences started to shorten, and he started to find it difficult to find the right words.

"Do I... distract you?" You asked. you leaned closer to him, lips barely touching. You stared into his emerald green eyes as he stared into yours, "No, not at all," he lied. His heart was about to jump out of his chest.

"Okay, maybe a bit." He confessed. He averted his eyes almost instantly. You pulled his face to face you as you went in for a kiss.

As soon as Izuku felt your lip against his, he dropped his pen on the table. He was shocked at the sudden show of interest he didn't know what to do.

Fainally feeling your soft lips against his, your hand on his thigh. He didn't know what to do. You pulled away, looking at him with bedroom eyes. "Do you want me to stop?" You asked with a slight panick in your voice.

"Please don't." He pleaded as you found his hands wandered around your waist. His scared arms hugged you tightly as you got out of your seat to straddle his lap.

You kissed him once more, this time he melted to your touch as you grinded on his obvious buldge, only thin layers of fabrics separated you from each other.

You have no idea how long he's waited for this. All those nights you left him wondering while stroking himself to the thought of you, you were more than just a cute collage girl to him.

Once he took off your top, he realized that his imagination really didn't do you any justice. His eyes traced every detail and curve on your body, taking time to memorize everything about you.

Your hand traveled down his sweatpants, knocking him out of his trance. You pushed down his clothes to reveal him rock hard just by a few of your sweet, sloppy kisses.

You grinded over him. You saw his shocked expression as he realized you weren't wearing your panties. Were they off this whole time? It didn't matter. Before he knew it, his tip was already inside you.

His hands grabbed around your waist to unzip the skirt you were wearing. The fabric got tossed to the floor as he admired your cute cunt.

"Whenever you're ready," you said. his arms clinging to your waist as he nodded as a signal, his face buried in between your cute tits.

You took him in so well. You felt him twitch once you fully took him in. Your hips grinded against him, keeping the friction alive until you started to bounce up and down on his shaft.

Your hands messed with his soft green hair, tugging it when you felt like it. The sharp pains sent jolts up his spine, and his whiney moans were everything.

Your sounds were more reserved. Only making noise when it hit your sweet spot. He was smart about it. He realized the pattern and shift of movements.

His hands held your hips in place, forcing you to stop only to thrust into you without a warning. He kept hitting that perfect spot as a variety of lewd sounds slipped through your lips.

He wore that same focused expression. He was hyper focused on you and only you. The way your legs would shake every time he thrusted into you, the quiver your lips made when you moaned, the way your hands would explore whis body under his shirt.

You were a smart student, yet this boy rendered your brain useless. fucking you till you couldn't think straight could be his new addiction.

We wonder what it takes to please a girl like you, so needy and such a tease. He wanted to see how much of a hot mess you could become just from him.

Your fluids started to drip down your thighs as his hands started to grip at the flesh of your hips. You felt the knot in your stomach tighten as your moanes grew louder, and his thrusts got sloppy.

You couldn't take it anymore, your arms wrapped around his neck as he kept working his hips into you, His hand reached your lower back as he pushed you down onto him, filling you up.

Your whines became borderline screams as you took him so well, you felt the knot in your stomach snap as your legs trembled around his cock.

"So I'll see you tomorrow?" He asked. You stood at his door frame about to leave, "Yea, consider it a date, " you said, putting on your shoes. You kissed him on the cheek as a goodbye before walking down the dorm building hallway.

[mayhemories]

Obvious x oblivious trope Neteyam and reader

Uncomfortable

Ok so, did this but sprinkled in some jealousy trope too? It’s short I’m sorry :( 

Pairing: Neteyam Sully x Reader (James Cameron’s Avatar) 

Requested: Yes | No

Warnings: none? Swearing. Characters are aged up!

Words: 2.5k

Author’s Notes: Characters are aged up! Omaticaya!Reader, they live happily in high camp because I'm a wuss and I don’t want anything bad to happen to Neteyam and the rest of the Sully Family. 

Taglist: @lilprettypetite @nyotamalfoy @weasleytwinwheezes @aonungs-tsahik @rainbowsocks @glitterandgoldfinds @bluealiensimp @melsunshine @ussoppl @wondxrgurll @luvlykrispy @myheartfollower @gloryavila @itssiaaax @mashiromochi @punkrockrogers

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Being a hunter provided you with so much purpose. You provided food, safety, pelts, strength and everything in-between to your clan. And in turn they provided you with love and support. You had felt this way since you were eighteen and finished the rites of the hunter, since you technically became an Omaticayan woman. 

Being a spoter in the war party provided you so much more. You felt adrenaline, you felt responsible for all your brothers and sisters in the fight. You felt like you were personally making a difference against the enemy. 

And besides, by taking this life path you were able to meet your best friend. 

“Neteyam!” You squealed as he picked you up, throwing you over his shoulder, spinning you both around. Despite your squealing and protests he did not put you down, until he threw you onto the plush moss bed of your secret hideout. 

A glen a few clicks away from high camp, nestled between caves and vines in an adjacent, floating mountain. It had been a secret refuge for the two of you growing up. A place where you could come and get away from it all, simply be best friends alone. 

You laid there, looking up at the glow worms that littered the roof of the cave. Neteyam by your side, this is how it always was and probably would always will be. You don’t know what would come between you and Neteyam. Potentially his mate, you thought. Though you found posessiveness to be lame, especially between friends. That’s all you were, and if a female respected Neteyam she would show the same respect to you too, no? 

“What’s cooking in that pretty little head of yours?” Neteyam asked, bumping your arm with his own. 

“Nothing really, just life.” You sighed, placing your hands behind your head and crossing your ankles over eachother. “Do you think I should start trying to court someone or just let it happen naturally?” You asked. 

Neteyam rolled his eyes. You were so fucking dense sometimes it hurt. He loved you, always has, always will. He often felt like you were the only person who saw him, really saw him. And yet at the same time, you didn’t. How oblivious you were to Neteyam’s crush was astronomical. He constantly called you beautiful, highlighted your intelligence and talents. The boy couldn’t go longer than ten minutes without skin to skin contact for Eywa’s sake. Out of his twenty-one-years of life, he’s sworn that he has loved you for nineteen. 

And you were none the wiser. 

“Well, who would you court?” Neteyam asked, trying to remain calm and steady, but everytime the two of you toe this topic he wanted to rip his own brain-stem out and have Lo’ak stomp on it. 

“Yeah, good point.” You sighed, frustrated. You didn’t think you were ugly or untalented. You had no idea why the males in your clan showed no real interest in you. You turned your head, your best friend looked grumpy. Neteyam had his plush lips downturned, face willed into a scowl. You pushed him in the arm, he smiled gently. “Maybe I should just court you, huh.” Neteyam laughed in response, shaking his head. 

“Maybe you should.” 

You didn’t bring it up after that, sensing that Neteyam was obviously uncomfortable thinking on his future. You couldn’t blame him being the eldest son of Toruk Macto is a life of insurmountable pressure. 

Instead, you enjoyed Neteyam’s presence. He always calmed you, provided you with such comfort and solitude. Your best friend, your partner in crime (although Neteyam was often the one pulling you out of the crimes). The two of you had always, always been attached at the hip and you did not want to sever that relationship. Not for any girl. 

“C’mere,” Neteyam said, opening his strong arms, gesturing for you to take your usual position- your head on his warm chest, his arms holding you close, tails intertwined, legs following suit. You felt like home in between his muscle and sinew. “Spend time with me, my lovely girl.” 

The two of you laid there for hours, but as the night grew darker you knew time was running out, you had to get home, you had to sleep, so that you could wake up and do it all again tomorrow. 

You went home, he went to his. And you could not help but to think about who Neteyam would court, who Neteyam would mate with, who Neteyam’s Tsahik would be. As you settled in for bed, willing for sleep you could not help but to feel uncomfortable, too. 

Today was a training day, you and Neteyam were helping younger hunters master some archery. And you had no idea what was wrong with you. Your eyes would not stop finding Neteyam. His eyes, his smile, his strong back, broad shoulders. 

You shook your head, as if to get the thoughts out, refocusing on the boy in front of you. 

“Tighter, hold it tighter, do not be afraid.” You said, adjusting his grip on the bow. The teen, Ayue, sighs, dropping the stance entirely.

“I am scared, (y/n), I’m never going to do it right and I’m never going to pass trials.” He sounded so genuinely defeated and your heart hurted for him. You remember admitting the same thing to Neteyam years ago. And you remembered fondly how he had helped you. 

“Well, let’s pick a new target.” You said, smiling, hoping to help the boy refocus. 

“I did it Neteyam!” Lilä, the young female hunter that Neteyam had been helping successfully got three bullseyes in a row.

Neteyam smiled at her enthusiasm, but he knew he had to be careful with the girl. She had a crush on him, which he could understand. Not because he was handsome or anything like that, Neteyam did not like to think of himself like that. He just recognised that it’s so easy to like people that are nice to you, especially if they’re older and have some kind of status. Being Jake Sully’s son had its moments. But Neteyam also knew that Lilä was not as cautious of the boundaries that existed between them. He tried his best to remind her that he was her teacher, nothing more. But when she ran her hand up and down Neteyam’s arm he knew he had failed. 

You and Ayue looked around the archery field, trying to find something new the boy could hit. Your own bow and arrow ready to shoot with him. 

“There,” Ayue said softly, taking aim. “That little gap in Lilä’s target.” 

You looked to where the boy had said, indeed noticing the little gap between arrows in her target. But that was not what you were aiming at, yourself. 

Lilä had her hand running up and down Neteyam’s muscular arm, fiddling with his armband. She was sixteen. Why were you jealous of a child? It was not that, that sent you over, rather, it was Neteyam’s uncomfortable eyes, his tense posture. He did not want to be touched. Furthermore, you did not want to watch another touch him. 

You let the arrow fly. 

Lilä screamed, jumping back from Neteyam. He stood, glued to the spot. Staring at the arrow buried in the ground at his feet. Absolute inches away from where Lilä’s feet had been. The purple feathers with mottled yellow gave you away. 

He looked up, found your striking eyes from across the field. You were tense, but silent like an assassin. 

“Neteyam do something!” The teenage girl squawked at him, rapidly gesturing between herself, the arrow and the love of his life across the field. “She could have killed me!” 

Neteyam laughed, shaking his head. 

“Trust me, if she wanted to kill you, she wouldn’t have missed.” He smiled at you, sending a small wave. You returned the gesture, but Neteyam did not miss the glare you sent his pupil.

Something like hope grew in his heart. While something strange, that you could not name bloomed in your own. 

“So,” Lo’ak started at dinner. You sat between him and his brother, his two sisters and parents across from you. “Why did you nearly kill Lil-” 

You groaned, rolling your eyes and cutting him off. “Do not mention her name to me, I’ll be sick.” 

“Woah, woah, woah, what’s this about nearly killing someone?” Jake questioned, smirking. He liked to treat you like one of his own girls, teasing included. 

“Forget it, Sir, it was not like that.” You said piling more food onto your wooden disk. 

Lo’ak scoffed at you, shaking his head. 

“Lilä said that (y/n) almost shot her today during training.” Kiri pipped up. You glared at the girl, knowing that she was not your ally tonight. Jake laughed, and you noticed Neytiri graced a small smile at the sound. You let your mind briefly wander, did you make Neteyam smile like that?

“Almost? Doesn’t sound like you kid, you don’t miss.” Your Olo’eyktan pushed the conversation along, and you could not help but blush at being the centre of attention. You did not enjoy the spotlight, despite your actions today. 

But before you could answer, Neteyam spoke:

“Lilä was being inappropriate towards me during training today, I did not know how to quickly shut down the situation. I was quite grateful (y/n) reacted when she did.” Neteyam shot you a quick smile, and you felt it again, that strange blooming in you chest. “Besides, it was an impressive shot, Love.” Neteyam said, holding your eyeline. 

“Good girl.” Neytiri said, reaching out to pat you on the thigh afew times, before going back to attending little Tuk. 

You smiled, relieved that you were not in trouble. Though you knew the chances of that were going to be low anyway. 

You felt uncomfortable, as all the Sully’s shared a similar look with one another, with Neteyam. You felt left out on an inside joke. Or worse, like you were at the end of one. 

You swallowed the feeling down, with your food and decided not to dwell on it. Rather, you listened to Tuk recount the Na’vi folk-story she heard during her lessons today. 

You laid on your back, the moss of your spot squelching beneath your shoulder blades. Waiting for Neteyam was rare, as he was always prompt but Jake requested a word with his eldest after dinner, so you made yourself scarce. 

What was this uncomfortable feeling that you could not shake? You though back on the last twenty-four hours. 

And suddenly, it clicked. 

“Pretty little head of yours”

“Maybe I should just court you, huh?” 

“Maybe you should.” 

“My lovely girl”

How Lilä had touched him. How you had felt when she had done so.

“It was an impressive shot, Love.”

“Oh fucking shit.” You said aloud, pulling your legs to your chest, smooshing your hands into your face. 

You went back further in time in your catacombs of memory: Every smile, every touch, every flower, every gift, every soft word spoken, every big event, every mundane day everything. 

It was all Neteyam. 

“Oh fuck me!” You cursed out into the glen, hearing your own voice echo around the walls of the chamber-like cutaway. 

“When and where my sweet girl?” Neteyam chuckled as he entered your spot.

You sprung to you feet. You were uncomfortable, you were overwhelmed. Uncomfortable, uncomfortable, uncomfortable.

“No!” You barked, pointing at him. Neteyam raised his arms in mock surrender. He was confused, but always let you call the shots. “No! You do not get to say that to me.” Your voice wavered, your eyes filling with tears. You didn’t know why, you didn’t know what you felt or what was going on. He had been teasing you. And that was the secret joke they had shared, he had been teasing you for years and the whole family was in on it.

Neteyam saw your eyes brimming with unshead tears and he felt rage, who had hurt you? He made a move towards you, gripping your shoulders, pinning you to the spot. 

“My love, what is the matter?” He asked softly, after he confirmed that you had no external injuries. 

“Do not call me that, Neteyam.” You couldn’t bear to look at him, you looked at the moss under your feet, wishing it would open up and swallow you. 

Neteyam felt his heart sink. You had never, ever told him off for the pet names. He was certain you didn’t even register them most of the time. You were just too oblivious. 

That obliviousness was obviously gone. 

“(y/n)”, Neteyam spoke softly, but his voice was commanding, full of purpose. It was how he talked to his students. You refused to look at him. Grabbing your chin he coaxed you to look at him, look at him in his beautiful eyes and you felt your knees go weak. “Can you explain to me what is upsetting you?” What is upsetting you, my beautiful girl? Died in his throat. 

“What is upsetting me is that you have teased me, my whole life, with your pet names, and you do not actually love me or want me, at all!” You could not help but sob as Neteyam held you still. 

He felt like his stomach swallowed his heart, the acid burning it away. You were so wrong. So, so wrong. How could you even think that? Think that of him? 

“You’re always so oblivious, aren’t you?” He asked. His hand remaining firm on your chin. “I have tried to make it obvious to you our entire lives, I have tried to make it obvious how much I love you, how much I want you.”  

You felt shame and stupidity burn across your face like a brand. 

“Honey, I thought you made your reciprocative feelings obvious today,” His hands moved from your shoulder and chin respectively, finding their usual home on your cheeks. “I thought you made it really, really obvious when you nearly killed my sixteen-year-old student out of jealousy.” 

You giggled at him, shaking your head at how stupid the whole thing sounded aloud. He always knew what to fucking say. You wish you could hate him for it, but all you do is resent yourself. You had time to make it right.

“My beautiful Neteyam,” You bought your lips closer to his own, a hairsbreadth apart. “I am so sorry for not realising your love sooner, we have wasted so much time because I’m so fucking dense.” 

You kissed him, and that uncomfortable feeling left. It was right, everything was right and normal and as it was supposed to be. 

It was the best moment of Neteyam’s young life. 

“We will have time in the rest of this life and the next.” He whispered against your lips.

[haesunflower]

zb1 as the "best friend's brother" trope

genre: fluff/comedy

pairing: reader (gn) x all members of zerobaseone

about/tags: zerobaseone as "best friend's brother" but not all are romantic

thank you anon for req, some are not accurate in terms of siblings, mentions of violence but not actually violent, kinda pg for jiwoong, secret relationships for some, yujin is platonic!

⠀⠀ kim jiwoong ⠀⠀

"she's gonna kill me when she finds out, you know"

jiwoong is occupied with tracing small kisses along your neck, too busy showering you with affection to care about what his sister thinks about dating you

"so?" he says. you try to push him away, giggling while you try to explain that older brothers are usually off limits.

he's a full on tease, and he knows exactly the power he holds over you when he says "you'd bend the rules for me though, yeah?"

you kiss him again as confirmation "yeah, yeah i would"

your best friend, does in fact think about ~killing~ you when she finds out

but she sees how much her brother has changed, he's happier now, and decides maybe it is better that you stay together.

⠀⠀ zhang hao ⠀⠀

(i know he's an only child so let's just pretend okay)

one thing about you and hao is that you can both take a secret to your graves

so no one ever finds about you sneaking out of his sister's room during your weekend sleepovers, only to cuddle up to him on his bed. no one finds out about the secret dates you go on in the next town over, so that you don't get caught. and no one finds out about the secret phones you both use to contact each other.

if you have to be in the same room together, he's not even making any eye contact with you. it's better to ignore each other in public, like you always have.

when you guys are 7 months into the relationship, spooning on his bed, he asks "how long do you want to keep us a secret?

to which you reply "not any longer than you want to."

so yeah, you can both keep a secret – until you decide you want to share it to the world

your friend is disgusted, but happy for you. emphasis on disgusted tho.

⠀⠀ sung hanbin ⠀⠀

you like going to ludia cafe because one, food is always free as long as you're with hanareum (hanbin's younger sister) and two, hanbin makes the said food

you have a massive schoolgirl crush on hanbin, and he is aware to some degree that you like him. i mean you ask all sorts of questions like "oppa what do you like doing for fun?" or "oppa are you seeing anyone?" "oppa what are you going to study for university? "

and him being the nice person that he is, he answers all your questions genuinely with a large customer service smile

after he debuted you kept supporting him as a fan, only to show up to girls planet season two a year later to make your debut too.

when he sees you again, hanbin tells you that you grew up really well, and that you can rely on him as a sunbae. your relationship stays like that for a while, platonic hoobae and sunbae. on holidays, you even travel to your hometown together. and you see each other outside work often because you both show up to support hanareum's sporting events.

it takes a while, like YEARS, for hanbin to view you as a potential romantic interest. but seeing you laugh alongside his sister during chuseok, he can't help but think about how you're technically already part of the family.

⠀⠀ seok matthew ⠀⠀

don't get it twisted HE has a crush on YOU

being neighbors and the same age as his older sister yaeby, meant that you practically grew up in the seok household too. but you always viewed matthew as your best friend's dorky little brother.

you and yaeby used to dress him up in girl clothes and make him perform, and as he got older, this evolved to him becoming an errand boy for whenever you guys had parties or friends over. matthew of course he did everything you asked because he finds you so so so pretty, how can he say no?

you're an avid supporter of their entire family, so you also fly to korea to support matthew during the finals, along with his mom and sister. he's a little surprised when he sees you, then a little embarrassed when he realized you also saw him cry like a baby.

you ruffled his hair and said "congrats matthew!!"

now, he actively flirts with you for fun because you'll always be his first crush. you never considered taking his advances seriously up until recently because when the hell did he grow up

woohyun oppa agenda is working....and yae makes fun of you for it

⠀⠀ kim taerae ⠀⠀

he's practicing a song he wrote in the living room when his older sister innocently asks who it's about

"um...yeah it's...it's umm about...umm.." literally cannot give a straight answer because how do you tell your older sister that it's a song for her best friend

her best friend that he secretly makes out with behind the school parking lot, her best friend that drives with him to go get takeout at 2am, and her best friend that he's so painfully in love with but doesn't have the actual guts to ask them out

"is it about y/n?" he's shocked when his sister asks. he finds out that you've already told her, and he's relieved he doesn't have to walk around eggshells anymore.

actually his sister has known all along, you were very open and honest about it when you started catching feelings about your bff's younger brother. taerae had just assumed you were ashamed to be dating someone a year younger, so he thought he ought to keep it a secret unless told otherwise

when he confesses that to you, you can't help but giggle. you proceed to squish his cheeks as you say "why would I ever want to keep you a secret, silly"

⠀⠀ ricky ⠀⠀

ricky thinks it's so cute, how you're constantly paranoid that someone will catch you two doing something remotely couple-y

you guys weren't a secret or anything, but you wanted to remain ~respectful~ and would very much want to avoid being teased by your friend group. therefore keeping pda at a minimum.

when he hugs you in the middle of his kitchen, you attempt to release his grip from you when you say "what if someone sees, ricky?"

"look around, no one's here" and he's right, no one is there. so you let him bury his face into your neck as he hugs you, and he's whispering something about how you smell like warm vanilla cookies.

when his sister, your best friend, enters the room she says something along the lines of "ugh you two are so gross. get a room."

and you're all like -_- "see. i told you this was gonna happen."

⠀⠀ kim gyuvin ⠀⠀

you have the biggest crush on him and you don't even try to hide it

your best friend tells you that you have no chance, after all his brother is a "hot commodity" in the school. but you wanna make yourself known as an option, you're only a year younger after all!

you literally bum around their house every weekend, and flat out flirt in front of everyone. "when's our date, gyuvin oppa ;)" or "how long are you going to keep me waiting for you?"

you remain unbothered at his clumsy and awkward responses, and strongly believe that in the end, he'll fall for you anyways. your best friend calls you extremely delusional and overconfident – but, gyuvin lowkey finds it adorable that you have a little crush on him

you're right tho about him falling for you in the end

once you stopped visiting the house every weekend, gyuvin asks his brother why you haven't been coming over anymore

"oh hyung, they have a boyfriend now"

and he's all like "boyfriend? since when? what? i thought they liked me?"

is slightly offended and highly intrigued that you got a boyfriend w/o him knowing

⠀⠀ park gunwook ⠀⠀

gunwook often wonders why his older brother isn't dating you.

"hyung, are you sure you're just best friends. like sure sure?"

because he thinks you're the perfect person: beautiful, smart, tall, funny, even plays genshin impact. his brother teases him, "if you think she's so great, why don't YOU date her gunwook-ah"

as if on cue, you walk back into the room and ask what everyone's talking about. and gunwook's brother just full on exposes him like "gunwook has a crush on you"

his cheeks turn so red, and he's so defensive when he says "hyung, i do not!"

you think it's adorable, so you pinch gunwook's bready cheeks :D saying something along the lines of "you're too young for me wookie"

⠀⠀ han yujin ⠀⠀

you're really close friends with yujin's older brother

and yujin often goes to you for "girl advice" since you're the only girl he knows that isn't his classmate sjhdbjh

he'd ask questions about what gifts to give when you confess to someone, what to say in a love letter, and he'd even ask for date place recommendations

you're bamboozled as to why yujin is such a sweet kid, meanwhile his brother is a pain in your friend group's ass

one time yujin got rejected, and you found him sulking alone at the dinner table eating the box of cookies he was gonna give his crush. he offers you one, and you both eat in silence before consoling him.

"yujinie, you're still young. you'll meet plenty of other people that are a far better match for you. don't worry." he mumbles something about being single forever and you giggle, telling him he's being a little dramatic lol

A/N: i tried researching on their siblings to find out if y/n would be older or younger lol but again, not all are accurate!!

personally, the jiwoong one got me.

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In Bloom (König x Reader)

Sequel to Petals

Summary: Being social awkward makes it hard to ask just about anything. König is as social awkward as it comes. Sometimes actions speak louder than words.

Warnings: Social Anxiety, mentions of sex, vague descriptions of sex, this is pure fluff again folks.

Tags: @augustpeace01 @vvh1sk3y

You could be the first to admit you were wrong about having a secret admirer. Looking down at the little poem he had written in his own messy handwriting made your heart beat faster. The portrait he drew so elegantly drawn it looked to be a picture. It had to have taken König a long time to study the details of your face.

You’d had a soft spot for him a long time ago. This note was just the courage you needed to release your emotions and put yourself out there.

He had picked you a gorgeous cornflower, your favorite. Of course he had been listening when you spoke of it, he was always there when you needed him to be.

“König!” You shouted, catching his giant frame speed walking quickly down the grass slope of the meadow. He had his hands over his uncovered face, pressing deep against his temples as he debated if jumping off a cliff would save him the humiliation from calling his crush beautiful, gifting her a flower and then running away like an idiot.

He felt his heart drop, and steeled up his walls sturdy so when you’d reject him it wouldn’t hurt as bad as he’d hope. What made matters worse was when he caught the familiar paper hanging in the grasp between your fingers. The paper he had drawn you on.

His cheeks reddened as he glanced down, lowering his head and ready to hear your worst. You slowly walked closer to him, he could see you tilting your head up to get a good look at his reddening face.

Oh fuck it, you’ve already waited enough for this.

“I love you too.” You admitted, your own cheeks growing red as you watched König’s eyes round to the size of saucers as he tried to comprehend what you had told him.

“You…. You do?” He whispered, hardly chancing a glance up from the ground as he was afraid it was a figment of his imagination. “Of course I do.” You reassured strongly. You still clutched the flower he gifted you tightly by the stem as König took a gamble and brought his eyes up.

He took a step closer, than another until his warm breath fanned across your face pleasantly. He reached out, wrapping his fingers around your wrist until he held onto the pretty flower in your grasp. His hands were shaking, his eyes soft with a newfound relief. He took the stem from your grasp, reaching up to your face to tuck the cornflower behind your ear. His hand stayed there, holding against your neck.

“May I kiss you?” He asked impeccably soft. “Yes,” you breathed, bringing a hand up to his chest slowly before his head dipped low, his nose bumping against yours as his soothing eyes fluttered closed. Your lip brushed against his, only just softly for a moment, before he placed his hand on your waist, capturing it again in a delicate movement.

He held you, breaking the contact after a few short seconds, a small smile on his reddened lips.

So König had become something more than just a teammate on the battlefield. Yet, sometimes it was hard to adjust to how much he loved and adored you. You began to put the pieces together a year and a half later, after countless of poems and drawings he’d gifted you.

First he’d given you a beautifully drawn picture of yourself with a coffee mug held to your lips, your eyes on him from across the table.

It was mid spring in Austria, you could smell the tulips in the plentiful flower boxes among the cobblestone roads of Vienna. It had previously rained, but the air was not humid, only the smell of raindrops were left behind in the early morning hours.

You’d been working alone for a week, after König was forced to take leave after he had broken his ankle on field. The news had been devestating, but a small smile graced your lips as you scaled the two steps leading up to his flat. He hadn’t known you’d be here to see him.

After your first kiss in the meadow, you both had little time to yourselves because of the job. Now you’d been granted a week off to relax. You hoped König would be kind enough to allow you to stay.

Slowly you brought your knuckles up to the door, knocking three times before taking a step back. You tapped your foot nervously, eyes flickering around the entrance of his home as you spotted a silly welcome mat and a small pot of blue cornflowers. The door opened slightly, before a look of shock crossed over his face.

“What? How?” König spluttered, you could practically hear his heart beating. “You going to let me in, big guy?” You teased slightly with a laugh on your tongue. König pushed open the door, limping back slightly.

You took a step inside, instantly spotting the clean atmosphere of his home. It was very simple, with only the necessary furniture and appliances. Yet as you looked towards the lounge an easel rested in the corner, against a large and open window. Canvases scattered over a window seat, covered in ink and paint.

You felt warm breath on your neck as the grip of his fingers rested against your hips. His chest rising and falling against your back as he reached down and kissed your temple lightly. “I’ve got a week off, I figured I’d stop and see how my favorite person is doing,” you informed, spinning around in his grasp so you could take a good look at him.

It was odd seeing him in civilian clothes. It was still the early hours of the morning, so it was no shock that he stood before you in green pajama pants and a black fitted t-shirt. He had lost his hood, his light colored hair messy on top of his head.

He took the turn observing you, his eyes dancing adoringly across your large sweater and soft denim of your jeans. “You get more beautiful every time I see you.” He admitted, dipping low to catch your lips in a pleasant kiss.

You pulled away, a soft grin on your lips. “Did I wake you?”

“Yes, but this is the best gift to wake up to.” He confessed, before his eyes grew excited. “Let me get dressed, I want to take you somewhere.”

You watched as he limped down a hall, shutting a door behind him before emerging a minute later. Now he adorned in a dark green sweatshirt, his pockets stuffed in them deeply. Jeans fitted across his thighs nicely, a dark belt holding them in place on his hips.

“Where are we going?” You asked as he took your hand, leading you out of the home and onto the sidewalk near his street. You grew concerned how much he was walking on his busted ankle. He seemed to have read your mind. “It’s not far.” He squeezed your palm, his fingers nearly wrapping to your wrist as his palm swallowed your whole hand.

After a couple of minutes, you smelt the strong scent of espresso and sweet pastries. “Here we are.” He added. Many people sat inside, and you took a glance up and noticed the uncomfortable expression that overtook König’s face. “It’s usually never this busy.” He admitted, nearly shrinking as people began to notice his giant structure.

You had spotted a patio table outside, close to a box of spring roses and out towards a secluded corner. You squeezed his hand, “there’s a table over there. Go sit and I’ll order.” You watched as he began to relax, he told you what he recommended and you ordered an espresso and an apple strudel to share.

He had been gauging your reaction, watching delicately as you took a sip of the espresso, your eyes lighting up at the flavor. “This is really good.” You praised, watching as König took a pen from his pocket and began to sketch on a napkin. “I go here a lot.” He spoke, beginning to scribble slightly as you curiously glanced down at the paper.

He caught your gaze as he glanced up, “no peeking.” He scolded playfully, his walls breaking down when in your presence. You held up your hands, chuckling slightly before keeping your eyes glued to his features instead.

You picked up your cup, taking another sip of espresso just as König let out a satisfied chirp. “All done.” He finished, clicking his pen closed as he slid the paper towards you.

Your eyes watered as you took in the picture. It was you, just as your first picture had been, but your lips were pressed against the mug of expresso, your eyes wide with adoration from admiring König. He scribbled at the bottom another poem.

She’s knows not of her beauty,

Hidden in the valley of my mind.

My heart beats only for her,

Always have and always will.

You’d gotten your third note after a long mission in the Russian wilderness away from all other teammates in the faction. It was dark and cold, but you and König had managed to find an empty cabin to bunker into the night.

You had long since shed yourself of your heavy gear and vest, now only in your large winter coat and trousers. König had left a couple of minutes ago, in search of some firewood so the two of you would not freeze to death as you waited for the clouds to clear and a jet to pick you up tomorrow.

A clang interrupted your thinking as the Austrian slipped through the door, holding about a dozen large logs in his arms. “Damn it’s cold.” He said through his chattering teeth. He dropped the logs near a large hearth, setting a couple inside before switching open his knife to make some kindling against the bark.

You let out a small shiver of your own, pulling a lighter from your pocket to hand over to König, who took it from you graciously. The flames started slow, but after a couple minutes warmth began to trickle back into your bones as you sat in front of him on the cabin floor.

“You hungry?” He had asked, bumping into your shoulder as he sat next to you in front of the flames. He had long since abandoned his hood. He was chewing on his lip, something he did when he was thinking. You shook your head, after the long day you just wanted to relax and sleep. The wind howled loudly from outside as a shiver jumped down your spine.

“C’mere.” He held his arms out, opening them so you could lean against his chest. You let out a strangled yelp as he picked you up by the hips, gently setting you on his lap as he placed a kiss on the top of your head. He wrapped his arms around you, cradling you as if you were a baby. You hummed in content, “You’re like a personal heater.” You cooed, burrowing further into his chest as it vibrated from a chuckle.

He held you for what felt like forever, just in his own little world as he glanced at the flames. “Have you ever thought of having a normal life? Like as a civilian?” He asked, his fingers delicately twisting your hair in plaits absentmindedly before taking them out again.

“Sometimes. But I like how I am. It’s how I met you.” You admitted, eyes fluttering from his soft touches. “Im glad I met you, too.” He had twisted you, so your face was directed towards him and your legs slotted against his hips.

He took your lips between his, humming in the back of his throat as you gently bit on the soft flesh. He kissed you harder, simply enjoying the taste of them.

You had shifted, accidentally pushing down on his pelvis as he lowly groaned. You’d had plenty of make-out sessions with him before, but this was in uncharted territory.

You felt him against the back of your leg as your eyes widened slightly. He pulled away, his face growing hot as he began to stutter for an excuse. “I’m really sorry,” he pleaded with you to forgive him, but a small laugh left your lips instead.

“What are you sorry for?” You kissed him again, as he reluctantly kissed back, before pulling away again. “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

“I’m the most comfortable around you, König.” You admitted, your eyes falling gently to the erection he was attempting to push down and hide. Biting your lip, you thought before speaking, “would you like me to touch you?” You questioned, your cheeks turning red as König looked as if he was about to faint.

“Yes.” He answered after some hesitation, but quickly held his large hand up, “only if you want to. Don’t worry about me, I want to make sure you are sure.”

“I’ve never been more sure about anything else.” You vowed before kissing him again.

The two of you spent the night in each other’s arms, holding onto your bare bodies as you relayed your dreams and wishes with each other.

After you had been picked up on the jet, he’d given you a paper in secret, drawn was an image of you and him, just up to your torso’s. You had been on his lap in front of the fire, huddled in your coat as you tilted your head up at him. He was looking down, his expression soft and adoring as he cradled the side of your neck. Scratched in his handwriting like always, was a poem,

She lit a fire in my soul,

Now her touch I crave.

My strings she controls,

My adoration cannot waive.

The last note he gave you sold the deal of the doubt in your mind. He’d love you for as long as the two of you had.

It was Christmas, and the Force had given the faction some time off to spend with their family over the holidays. You’d been fortunate enough to go back to Austria with König, who had gushed about the winter snow and pretty decorations. He reveled in the artistry of the wreathes and murals that hung prideful in his home city.

You’d spent the day decorating a tree the two of you had bought, among with horribly attempting to bake some biscuits in the oven. It was completely domestic, but it felt so right to do something so normal with König.

You were humming, looking out the window as you tried to scrub the horrendous mess of burnt biscuits on a baking sheet. Your eyes reflected from the Christmas lights from the town square, illuminating half of your face in a festive glow.

You were interrupted as a soft knock clacked against the door, alerting you of company. You wiped your hands on a dish towel, making your way to the front door since König was in the washroom showering.

You cracked the door open, “Um, hello?” You furrowed your brows. An elderly looking couple stood on the doorstep, the woman short with a round looking face, and the man tall with a kind face.

“Oh, Sie ist echt sehr hübsch.” The woman gushed, just as König strolled into the lounge. “Ma, Pa, I didn’t know you guys were coming”. He spoke excitedly, before his eyes trailed to you standing in front of the door.

“Ma, Pa, this is Y/n.” He introduced through reddened cheeks. “We’ve heard a lot of you.” König’s father spoke, “I cannot thank you enough for protecting him on the battlefield.”

“And for showing him how much he is truly loved.” His mother gushed, squeezing onto you tightly.

The four of you spent the time rushing around the square, pointing at the pretty decorations and buying last minute gifts. You had watched as König’s parents danced around the square, smiles on their faces as his father twirled around his mother.

“They’re very cute.” You commented, bringing your gloved hand to hold onto König’s shaking one. “Are you cold?” You asked, suddenly concerned by his tremors. “I’m fine, treasure.” He’d reassured, but he was biting his lip, so he had to be overthinking something.

After prodding him a while longer, he still didn’t give in. His parents had left a little over an hour ago, not without giving the two of you tight squeezes goodbye.

That’s how you found yourself in the lounge, perched on the sofa as König scrolled through the channels on the television, attempting to find some cheesy Christmas movie to watch. He paused on a channel playing Christmas music, before he flicked his eyes discreetly down to your yawning frame.

“You wanna dance now?” He asked, watching as your face lit up happily. You’d dragged him from the sofa, your arms looped around his neck as he held you close to him, swaying. “You going to tell me what’s been bugging you now?” You asked, König scoffed playfully, dipping you down with a chuckle before swaying with you again.

“Just worried about this gift I got you.” He mumbled. “It’s on the mantle on the fireplace, how about you open it?” He asked casually, although he felt the complete opposite as his heart raced.

“Before Christmas Day?” You teased, but your eyes spotted the small parcel wrapped neatly perched on the ledge. You turned your back, gently holding onto the package.

Your heart dropped as you peeled off the paper.

Inside was his signature artwork, but this one. This one was a special one. You were in it, your hands covering your mouth as the corner of your eyes crinkled with a smile, König was in the illustration too, his tall frame knelt on one knee.

You’d noticed his handwriting, reading the poem quickly as your eyes watered in happiness and shock.

She knows how much I adore her,

I’ll tell her every rising sun.

So let’s promise on forever,

My loving bond never to be undone.

You turned back to König, who mirrored the image nearly perfectly. He had a velvet box in his hand, a beautifully crafted ring front and center as he knelt on his knee.

“Will you marry me?”

[thelargefrye]

MY SECRET CONFESSION … blurb

pairing : karina x idol!f!reader (platonic) ; poly!ateez x idol!f!reader (romantic)

genre : idol au, comedy, fluff, best friends

word count : 2k ... this was suppose to be short

warnings : language

time : december 2021

in which karina finds out about your relationship with the boys.

if you had to pick one idol that was your best friend aside from the boys, you would pick karina. you and her connected and got along well immediately.

however, despite being so close with her, you haven't told her about your relationship with the boys. not because you don't trust, but more so because you were worried about how she react. granted your relationship wasn't the most conventional in the world.

so you decided that you would never tell her.

which seemed to work well for the most part. except for the fact that she was trying to figure out who you liked because you had to like someone.

it was during award show season and karina had beckoned you over to sit with her and the other girls. karina beamed a bright smile as you sat down and she happily shared the blanket she was using to cover her legs with you.

"did you see stray kids perform?" she asked and you had to stop yourself rolling your eyes at her quesiton. oh boy, here we go.

"i did," you answer, suddenly being aware of all the thousand of eyes around you both.

"annnnd?" she asked, nudging you a little bit.

"they were cool."

"ugh, you are literally no fun, unnie," she pouted making you laugh at her expression.

"their not my type," you simply tell and she gives you a rather deadpanned look that once again makes you laugh.

"you say that about everyone."

"right... because they're not my type," right after you say that, you are greeted with the sight of your boyfriends walking up to the seating area. you try your best to not look at them, still aware of the camera; however, you look up and make eye contact with seonghwa and you can't help the little wave you give him. he return your wave with a smile as he walks past you.

unfortunately, you soon regret that as karina had seen the wave and how you immediately got shy and flustered by seonghwa.

"oh. me. gee. you like seonghwa!" she whisper shouts, eye about to pop out of her head.

"hush!" you say looking at her with surprise. "i don't need all of korea to know," you tell her and you see the gears in her head begin to turn.

you were thankfully that you thought quickly in that moment, "pretending" to have a crush on seonghwa so she would leave you alone about your relationship. you mean... it wasn't like you were lying about having a crush on seonghwa, you really did, but what she didn't know is that you were already dating him.

it was fine. she wouldn't drag this out... would she?

you were wrong.

she did drag it out and also managed to get her members involved.

it was probably about a few weeks later when karina stopped by your dressing room, an excited smile on her face.

"do you care if i borrow her for a little bit?" karina asks eunji, your manager, who allows you to go off with your friend.

"just be back before you have to go on stage," she says and you nod your head allowing karina to drag you off towards her group's dressing.

"why does this look like an intervention?" you joke when you see the other aespa girls sitting in their dressing room, waiting for you both. you and karina come in and sit down with them, all four girls looking at you with wide, expecting eyes. as if waiting for you to tell them something. "what?"

"why didn't you tell us you liked seonghwa-sunbaenim?" winter questions you like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

oh. this is what this is about. you looked over to karina, faking a betrayed glare before turning back to winter.

"well... it just never really came up," you say with a shrug, unsure of what to say.

"you have to talk to him!" ningning spoke up excitedly. "i just know he feels the same about you," she adds with a beaming smile.

"how do you know?" you ask with a laugh.

"because we've noticed how he sneaks glances at you all. the. time," giselle speaks up, "he thinks no one notices but we do."

"ugh, i was the one that pointed it out to you," karina says, offended. "he looks at you like you are the literally light of his life."

"that's how he always looks," you say and you aren't wrong. that's just how beautiful and bright seonghwa's eyes always are.

"no, no, no– this is different," winter says, waving her hands in front of her as if to get you to understand them. "he looks at you like he's in love with you." well, she's not wrong. "so you definitely need to talk to him."

you let out a sigh knowing that they won't drop this until they physically see you talking with seonghwa. "okay, fine."

the four girls let out a cheer as they stand up from their seats, clapping and high-fiving each other.

"let's go do it right now!" karina says, pulling you from your seat and dragging you out of their waiting room.

you were really starting to regret this, you think as you walk down the hallway by yourself. karina hiding behind a corner, watching as you walked up to seonghwa and hongjoong who were at one of the vending machines.

"hey, guys," you say and you note how nervous you feel. knowing that your friend was watching you try to talk to the two older males.

hongjoong beams at you first, looking up from his drink to you with his bright smile. "hey jagiya," he says. he doesn't try to lean in for a hug, well aware that you all are still in public with prying eyes. you were honestly surprised he called you the endearing name.

"hey, joongie, hwa," you say as you fiddle with the lace of your shorts. your eyes flicker between your two boyfriends and hongjoong immediately notices your nervousness. his hand coming up to massage your shoulder before letting his hand trail down your back.

"you okay, baby?" hongjoong asks softly and you nod your head before licking your chapped lips. that's when seonghwa finally looks up at you, eyes just as concerned as hongjoong's.

"i'm fine," you say as you straighten your outfit out and you note how seonghwa's eye flicker over you before their meeting your own. "just... a little nervous is all."

"ah, baby," seonghwa says with a smile, his hand reaching for yours before he's pulling you into his embrace. you have to stop yourself from fully melting into his hold, remembering that karina is at the other end, watching. "you'll do great during your performance. you've worked so hard."

if only it was your performance that you were nervous about.

"yeah... um, so karina also stopped by my dressing room earlier," you tell them and they both look at you with amused eyes. they knew all about the female idol trying to set you up with other idols. they found it just as funny as you found it affectionately annoying.

"and?" hongjoong prompts you to continue.

"well..." you begin trailing off, "i might have told her that i had a crush on seonghwa at the last award show, and now she's wanting me to talk to you." seonghwa couldn't help but let out a small laugh at the news, "her and her members are convinced that you are in love with me."

"well, they're not wrong," he says giving you a smile. you know this is feeding his ego and he's eating it all up right now. you can't help but roll your eyes a little bit, and for a quick moment you forgot about karina as you got absorbed in your two boyfriends.

"our pretty muse has all the admirers," hongjoong teases as he wraps an arm around your waist. he gives your waist a comfortable squeeze before he's giving you a kiss to your temple.

"joongie," you grumble and seonghwa laughs before he's leaning down to press a quick kiss to your lips.

"you can tell karina that you succeeded in talking with me," he teases and that's when it finally comes back to you. you let out a startled gasps as you back away from hongjoong's hold, both males looking equally as shocked. "what's wrong?"

you don't say anything as you whip your head around to see karina at the end of the hallway. mouth agape and in complete shock like you are your boyfriends are. you had completely forgotten she was there, watching.

"fuck," you mumble under your breath as you take off down the hallway, leaving hongjoong and seonghwa to try and wrap their heads around what just happened.

karina is stuttering in an attempt to speak as you near her, but you don't let her say anything as you pull her away and into the nearest empty room.

"y-y-you and... WHAT!?" you cringe at her loudness before covering her mouth with your hand.

"i will explain, but you need to promise to never tell anyone. that includes the other girls okay?" you say, voice as serious as you can make it. karina only nods, eye wide in shock as you remove your hand.

"the reason i always avoided your questions about who i like is because i've been dating someone... ones for several years now."

"ones? so you're dating both hongjoong and seonghwa?" she asks, eyebrow raised in confusion.

"not... not just hongjoong and seonghwa," you begin and she urges you to continue with a nod of her head. "i'm dating all the members of ateez and they are also dating each other."

you never thought karina could be made speechless, but here you are looking at her as no words come out of her mouth.

"i'm sorry i never told you, but... you have to understand that its not really something i can just tell people," you explain and still she says nothing.

"jimin?" you call her by her real name and that seems to snap her out of her shock.

"that's... not what i was expecting. all eight of them?" she asks.

"all eight."

"wow, i think i need to sit down," she says and you are quick to pull out a chair for her.

the two of you sit in silence for a few moments until its broken by a soft knock on the door. you both turn to see it opening and hongjoong poking his head in, a shy smile on his face as he greets you both. you just see seonghwa standing behind him.

"you guys can come in, i told her," you say as your two boyfriends come in both a lot more sheepishly than they were earlier.

"i guess it makes sense," she comments earning your attention. "i always thought it was odd how they all looked at you the same way seonghwa did. i thought maybe you all were just close friends or something which would have explained why i've seen some of them in your dorm. but now... knowing you're all dating, its like... i don't know."

"jimin, i'm sorry i didn't tell–

"no, i understand why. this is a big secret and sometimes its hard to know who to trust in this industry," she says, cutting you off as she stands up and in front of you. "thank you for telling me." she adds and you feel your heart flutter at her smile.

you can't help but pull her into your arms to hug her. you immediately feel ten times better when she returns the hug, and you have to stop yourself from suddenly wanting to cry.

when the two of you pull away, you turn to look at hongjoong and seonghwa who are smiling softly at you having watched the interaction unfold. you smile at them before pulling the two of them into a hug as well.

when you break away that's when karina speaks up, "listen here, if any of you hurt y/n-unnie, then i will make sure you live the rest of life in eternal hell," she threatens before pulling you to her and then skipping out of the room.

you note how pale your two boyfriends are right as the door closes behind you two and you continue back down the hallway. leaving them alone once again.

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홍승한 - Hong Seunghan //Contain: afab!reader // Smut - Unprotected sex; enemies to something like lovers; college au

You could have a lot of questions under the hood. Looks exchanged in the college hallway could be considered a mere decoration and this childish intrigue, Seunghan was no fool, much less you, all this accumulated hatred and this lack of tact in dealing with each other had a not very secret meaning behind it. .

It was too luxurious a party to be sponsored by the college alone, many students there were supported by their millionaire parents, the fraternities were the biggest providers of that whole exhibition, mainly from you and from Seunghan, both as leaders of the fraternity house and two entities with greater power in that place, complete opposites, there were no treaties, when one wins, it means the other is losing and this encourages disproportionate fights between the two blocs.

Everyone in the room and already drunk until they lose track of space, loud music , this kind of thing. You in the dorm, Seunghan between your legs and you moaning greedily as he fucks you with all his being.

“You're a joke” he mocked without no shame in the face, both completely left out and your morals on the floor along with the clothes he took off without any effort, in known waters. Seunghan grabbed your leg tightly, pushing it up eyes to watch your pussy receive his dick so easily.

“S-Shut up” you whined and bit your lower lip, wanting to punish him for even being so full of himself at times like this, but getting lost in Seunghan's low talk and the more precise thrust he gave, hitting you deep with his cock, crazy in the feeling of your insides compressing him and pulling away so easily.

You guys serve up too good of a facade, he smiled with his thin lips and released him to lean towards you, slowing down the speed in question to thrust into you slowly, eager to hear you moan softly, with your eyes fixed on his. Seunghan was close, cute smile plastered on his lips, his face sweaty with his hair pulled back, you have a vague mention of the black earring in his ear and it makes you roll your eyes. It was impossible not to give in to him, anyway.

“Easy as the little thing you are” Seunghan said, starting to kiss your jaw, big hands going up to your chest to touch your nipple and make fun.

“D-Don’t you dare” you moved your hips, looking for more aggressive contact, but seunghan just remained as usual, giving you nothing but despair. Seunghan ignored your order and bit your neck, ran the tip of his tongue and sucked the skin, confidently, your moan was shrill, the slap on the other's back was out of purpose, as a return of his grace.

“Damn, your slap hurts” he commented after letting go of your skin with a snap, the smile returned to his lips.

“F-Fuck, are you stupid?” You complained and he caressed your face.

"I? Who is losing their mind?” You didn't understand the sentence, before saying anything else he went back to fucking you like he should have been doing before, straight and right, the party was going wild and you felt Seunghan crush your insides, the words stopped in your throat, your nails started to score his back, making Seunghan moan into the curve of your neck, where he was at that moment, marks that you would leave for him to brag about when he looked in the mirror later.

“Fuck me… h-harder....please-” you whimpered to his aid, the moans mixing, the frames slamming, Seunghan didn’t need to go too far, he was included in it. You came first, Seunghan had this gift that any man would have had perhaps one day, That's why you hated him so much. Soon after, he jumped out of you, taking his hand to his hard member to masturbate and throw it all out, onto your belly, like a desperate man, moaning at the top of his lungs, panting and satisfied with the sight of you all filled with his cum.