#would like a cuddle every once in a while.

[bunnys-kisses]

bear den (2)

bear!john price

cw: hybrid au, bear!price, bunny!reader, pregnancy, smut/pwp, scenting, protective!price, couch sex, mating press, mentions of childbirth

part 1

as the snow melted off the roof, the promise of spring was upon you. price was as cuddly as ever. his large hand on your growing belly and his nose in the nape of your neck.

your bear lover, you'd consider him your husband without all the paperwork. he was a protective lover, he cared for you very deeply. even when he was half asleep as winter started to melt away.

it was morning in march when you got out of bed and scampered over to the shower. as much as you loved price, he was a messy lover. his cum was still stuck in your hair. he said it was in an effort to 'mark' you as if the growing cub wasn't enough proof.

you stood naked by the tub as you waited for the water to warm up. you caught a glimpse of your side profile in the mirror and looked at yourself curiously. it wasn't as if you had never seen yourself in the mirror before, but rather the changes to your body were already settling in. you straightened up a little and rubbed your slowly swelling middle.

your eyes cast down to your bump as you rubbed it gently. sometimes you couldn't believe that there was price's child inside of you. it made you smile to yourself before you got into the shower.

the warm water felt good against your body as you stood under the spray. despite how isolated the cabin was, it was home. price had completely renovated his den, everything still had a charm to it but nothing was falling apart.

you washed yourself, using his soap. you got under your pregnant belly and heard the door to the bathroom open. you peeked through the curtain and saw your mate. you smiled at him, "good morning, honey."

he nodded, he seemed a little more lucid, "let me help." he was naked already, you could see every inch of your lover. from the hair that coated him, to his built body with a bit of softness to it. his broad shoulders and scratchy facial hair.

"i can do it myself, john."

he shook his head as he got into the shower. he made a pleased noise when a bit of the warm water hit him. he stood under the spray of water with both hands on your belly from behind. "you look good." he said as his thumb rubbed the side.

"i'm only going to get more pregnant with time." you replied.

he kissed your wet hair and replied, "good." you felt his cock start to stiffen against your back. he took the bar of soap from you and started to wash your back. while he was cleaning the front of you (that you already cleaned) he got a good squeeze of your breasts.

"john!'

"sorry, love. can't help it." he purred. when he finished washing you, you washed him. you were turned to face him and his hands were on your bump as you ran the bar across his hairy chest.

you loved his body as much as he loved yours. he was so strong but still able to cuddle him. the hair on his chest and stomach, across his arms and down his legs left you feeling tingly all over. this was your husband, your mate, your lover.

he leaned down do you could wash his hair. and he did the same for you, once you were done your shower and out of the tub. he pinned you against the sink counter. his nose dipped into your neck and rubbed his cheek against the skin.

"john!"

"gotta get my scent on you."

you held onto the sink behind you and replied, "you possessive old man."

he replied, "gotta be. little bunnies like you can get into a life of trouble." he kissed your neck all the way to your cheek before he settled on your lips. his calloused, workman's hands touched your torso.

you giggled into the kiss and when he pulled away he gave you a short nod before he dried the both of you off. now that you were clean, it was time to get dirty again.

usually your place for mating was in the bedroom, it reeked of hibernation scent and your love making. you knew it would take a lot of washing of the entire room before it scent wasn't so overwhelming. but instead he made love to you on the old couch in the living room.

you were seated on the soft cushions, price pulled you legs up and closer to your head, exposing your cunt to him. a perfect angle for him to sink his cock into. it was a little odd due to your pregnancy, but when price slipped in with ease. you felt the stars behind your eyes.

"that's it. that's my baby girl." his voice was low and his pace methodical. he knew how much stronger he was compared to you. bears and bunnies often didn't mingle, so john had to be gentle with you.

his bear ears gave a small twitch when he felt his cock throb inside of you. your pussy was a tight heat around him that made him so thankful that you snuck into his cabin. he gave you a home and he into turn made your pussy his home.

he admired your body, he watched those little bunny ears twitch. he smiled down at you, "like that? knowin' how deep i am inside of you. knowin' that i bred and kept ya? soon you'll be chasin' a cub around our little home."

you had your hands on your belly as he thrusted into you. you felt heat bloom in your chest. you admired your lover over you, you watched how his body moved and it made the pleasure seep into your blood.

"i love you."

"i love you too." he replied, his voice full of warmth as he held onto your legs for support. he squished you a little in the press he had you in, but it felt really good.

price loved having you in a good mating press. where he could put his weight onto you, show how strong he was as he bullied his cock into your pussy.

his breathing was heavy as he continued to thrust into you. you could see the rise and fall of his chest as he moved. the air of the living room grew warmer with your love making. you felt like you were on another planet, the pleasure throbbed in your head the more it built.

you held onto the couch under you and your eyes closed for a moment as you tried to catch you breath. the sounds of sex filled the entire cabin as a bunny and her mate made love on the threadbare couch.

this was their home, their slice of paradise. you reached for him and leaned up to kiss him. he met you half way with a curve of his back and pressed a searing kiss onto your lips. his kisses were promises, he would never turn his back on his mate.

you were bound together until the sun engulfed the earth. husband and wife, bear and bunny.

the ache in your pussy felt good, your head swam with pleasure. you held onto your lover as he kissed you deeply. heat set into your gut. your pussy so exposed to him. you gave yourself over to him, as his mate and let him breed you.

when he pulled away he said, "you're my good girl aren't ya." he kissed at your sweaty face, "my good wife. my good mate. the mother to my cubs. perfect woman." he beamed at you.

it didn't take long afterwards for the heat of orgasm to wash over you. you kicked out your little bunny legs and tensed up as you came around his cock. a noise left price's mouth as you clamped down on him. it was guttural, primal in a way. you dug your nails into his shoulders as you climaxed.

your head felt even more full as started to relax. but price kept you in position and continued to batter your pussy. the grip it had on you was amazing. it left him in a state of shock. with a few more heavy thrusts, he finished inside of you.

"ah fuck." he grumbled as his pace staggered and slowed down.

you laid there on the couch, your legs were soon back on the hardwood floor. price's cum leaked onto the fabric of the couch. but you were lost in your own wonderland to notice it.

price stared down at you, cock limp between his legs. his breathing was shallow as he tried to cool down. the bear picked up his bunny lover with ease, and placed kisses on your face. you fit so nicely in his strong arms as he carried you back to bed.

after all he needed to make sure that his scent was deep in your skin that no shower could ever get rid of it. he stuck his nose in your wet hair and inhaled deeply.

his mate. his lover. his everything.

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on august tenth, in the comfort of your cabin. you gave birth to your first child. with a lot of support from your husband, you had your son, oliver. he had two round bear ears and the brown bear tail of his father. it took over ten hours to deliver him.

"i got ya love, keep at it." price assured you as your labour went well into the evening. but the end result was your son.

you spent all spring and summer pregnant with him. and now he was in your arms. you saw how price admired your body post-pregnancy. the softness of your bottom and post partum tummy. he also admired how you were so attentive to his son.

while he did most of the work around the garden and caught (full) animals for meals, your responsibility was to make sure that you healed from the nine months of pregnancy and caring for your newborn son.

while he tended to vegetable patch, he often got distracted by the sight of you in the reclining lawn chair with oliver close to your chest. the baby was wrapped in a thin blanket and pressed against your bare chest. you were still nude more days, but when you dressed it was mostly in price's clothes.

he watched as you gazed at your son. it was so motherly. it was endearing to price was getting a little harder in his coveralls. he had a family, he started on with the bunny who came into his home.

there was one thing he noticed post-pregnancy about you. it wasn't how hungry you were or how your body had changed. it was that his scent lingered, you no longer smelled like the intruder bunny who snuck into his cabin.

you smelt like him through and through.

[mayababes19]

JJK MEN MOTHER'S DAY + FATHER'S DAY SPECIAL!! (PART 1/2)

☆ Characters: Gojo, Nanami, Geto, Sukuna, Toji, Choso

☆ AFAB!Reader!

☆ Summary: A late Mother's Day special that I turned into a two-parter

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Gojo - Gojo is such a dork. Forget fancy things. For Mother's Day, you'll be at an arcade or a sweets café. The only fancy thing you'll get is Disneyland. In Gojo's words, "Nothing fancy can show my love for you. I asked you to be my girlfriend for a reason".

Gojo would make you ride the "It's a Small World" ride because he knows it'll annoy you. From Splash Mountain to the mad tea party, your night is filled with affection and fun. He made an effort to put a smile on your face all day just to see you're beautiful face light up at the end of the night as you both watch the fireworks show at night with amazement. He's mainly looking at you though

Nanami - Now y'all know damn well Nanami is husband material. No debate. Lucky for you, you and Nanami were expecting a healthy baby girl.

It's been a few hours since the birth of your baby girl "Nana". Nanami did everything to make sure you were comfortable. Prepared your food, helped you to the bathroom, took care of Nana as you slept, and even declined every phone call Gojo made to annoy him.

Nanami personally learned how to knit days beforehand and made you and Nana matching hats, he was going to do was support his girls.

Nanami went the extra mile for his mother's day gift because in 3 months, you're going on a cruise with your family

Geto - One thing Geto is going to do is stay classy. No bullshit and no interruptions. He'd purposely pretended to be oblivious of what day it is. Geto would blindfold you and drive you to a fancy restaurant with a good view of the skyline. Once unblinded and in the middle of dinner, Geto casually grabbed a ring box and proposed to you in front of the whole restaurant.

Even though he would be calling the onlookers monkeys by now, his main focus was on you.

Sukuna - You're the only exception. He doesn't care about anyone or anything else on Mother's Day besides you. Ever since he got you pregnant, he's been clingy and more loving even if he doesn't want to admit it. You woke up to roses and your favorite snacks in a giant basket.

"Mornin' brat. Move over"

And just like that, the king of curses is cuddling with you in bed watching your favorite shows and movies. He hates them but he's also secretly intrigued by the dramas

Toji - Toji would send little gifts to your job the days leading up to mother's day. After staying up all night, Toji's plan was finally put together.

After surprising you in bed, Toji dragged you outside to a beautiful sign with your favorite flower(s) and led lights on it and big black letters spelling out,

"Will you marry me?"

Toji would wait till the last minute to buy you an actual gift (He's broke okay 😔) because he went all out on the proposal. Toji saved up some money to take you out to a high-class restaurant and a suit in your favorite color.

After your restaurant date, it was now around 12:45 am. Toji took you out on a late-night drive, he secretly admired how your eyes shined as you looked out the window excitedly looking out at the sky.

Before heading home, Toji bought you ice cream but once you two arrived home he couldn't care less about the ice cream. Like a caveman, Toji scooped you up into his arms while loosening his tie, heading to the bedroom.

"How about I make you a mother?"

"Toji, wait!"

Choso - You and Choso would have a lovely daughter together. Forget her looking like you, she’s a mini Choso just with your eye color.

Choso would purposely turn off your alarm on your phone so you would sleep in and give him time to prepare for your beautiful day. Choso would prepare a bath with roses and candles, breakfast in bed, and coffee. As he’s preparing, he also woke up your daughter, getting her dressed and fed.

By the time you woke up, your bedroom was covered in rose petals, a bouquet, and balloons on your bedside table. No sooner than later, your daughter and Choso walked through the door showering you with love and handing you your breakfast.

After breakfast, Choso gave you and your daughter matching outfits and took you two out to eat.

Choso would ride the carasoul with your daughter, giving quick glances as you recorded the pair. Choso on the other hand, just wants to get off this stupid ride already.

As the day went on, you three went to multiple stores, restaurants/cafés, and did special activities. For the last stop, Choso would take you two to the spot where he proposed to have a picnic together as you the sunset.

But... this Mother's Day wasn't the same.

Once a beautiful family of three, soon turned into a family of two.

@screampied

[defrosted69]

My Laker Star P.3 (Kang Haerin)

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Hey everyone. Here's a finale of this series. After a long sleep in this platform, I have returned briefly. I hope you all enjoy this one. And one last tip from me, I suggest you listen to the song "First Love" by Hikaru Utada throught out the story, especially at the end of this one. I promise you, you wont regret it.

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With everyone looking asleep, her light footstep led her through each room of the hostel, and she had to double-check to make sure everyone was still groggy from yesterday's schedule. She didn't have to open the third door any farther since her Unnie's heavy snoring was audible.

"Welp, at least I know she's knocked out."

She thought to herself before once again tip toeing her way to the living room. With a swift motion, she turned their TV on, sat on the couch, covered herself with her blanket and switched the program to...

The NBA channel.

"Welcome everyone to a chilly night here in downtown LA as we are in for a treat for an exciting match up between the home team, Los Angeles Lakers and hot winning team in the east, The Indiana Pacers. Tonight we'll get to see a match up of Point Guards between Y/N McDaniels and Tyrese Haliburton. "

"That's right Mike, tonight we'll get to see the NBA best passers duking it out to see who's the best passer in the NBA and lead their team tonight to victory. Will the Pacers extend their winning streak to 5 games or will they fall to the 10th seed Lakers?"

"Y/N with the ball. Bringing the ball half court. A screen from Wood and he's bursting to the lane and throws it down right at Myles Turner! Wow!"

"Oohhhh. Right at the face of Myles Turner Mike! That's all elevation. Wow! This kid is incredible man"

Haerin's eyes had never been so wide with joy as she watched you play your heart out on the court. Every shot you fired, she'd hop up and down, leaving her seat, but she'd understand she shouldn't make too much noise. Her smile never left her face while the game went on. But perhaps this was also her weakness since while she's engaged on the game, she frequently, if not always, forgets about her surroundings.

"With 12 seconds left, the lakers trail by 1 and we all know where the ball is going. Y/N is doubled team. Here we go, Austin looking, Looking, passes it to Y/N. Doubled team, crossed to the left shoot-OHHHH!! Fouled and-1, 4 point play by Y/N! How did he do that?!"

"Hehe, Your so good Y/N!"

"Oh he's cute."

Haerin flinched hearing another voice next to her. Her head has never turned so fast in her entire life and so did her member who chuckled seeing her reaction.

"U-Unnie?"

"Hmm? Why are you looking scared? Did you lose your parley?"

"My what?"

"Nothing. But why are you watching basketball? I never knew you liked that sport."

Danielle yawned slightly as she sat comfortable on their couch. She awoke inadvertently by sliding out of bed while dreaming she was leaping out of a plane. Haerin's cheering was the first thing she heard, which jolted her awake. Because Haerin seldom celebrates or cheers.

"Uhhh ummm... Uhhh.."

Haerin used her normal mental lag to make it appear as if she doesn't know, while also buying time so Danielle lost interest in the issue. Knowing that she has a short attention span, Haerin used this to her advantage, making her believe she had no knowledge.

And somehow it works.

Danielle was weary of watching Haerin say nothing and stare at her like a cat. So she did what the majority of her members do, and by that she meant herself. She pounced for Haerin, cuddling her like a gigantic teddy bear, and Haerin simply accepted her faith. In her opinion, this was the ideal circumstance for getting Danielle to stop pestering her about the channel and why she would rather watch and experience the excitement and delight of basketball alone. Even if she has members who adore her like she is their own sister, Haerin was still holding back her excitement for athletics.

As Haerin glanced at the television, she spotted you being interviewed, and her normal poker face changed into a smile as she saw the team win and you being named the game's best player. Of course, given that you are the team's top player, it is unavoidable, but your accomplishments always strike a chord with her.

Because she has followed your path as well as her own, she knows the difficulties and sacrifices you have made to become who you are. In a way, she believes that whatever you achieve in the league, she achieves as well.

She felt such a strong connection to you. It was a rare occasion in which you could relate to someone. She doesn't look up to this idol, but she can connect to their experience. You can't help but support someone no matter how different you are. Haerin was in the Kpop sector, while you were in the professional sports world. Two different worlds, yet she idolized and looked up to you because she admired your narrative and couldn't help but compare it to hers.

Many others may label her clinging, insane, or too committed to a fake link that does not exist, but Haerin thought it was genuine. The instant she saw you dribble down the court in the house Kobe constructed, she knew you were the guy she would look up to.

Despite her claims that you are her idol, as a Kpop idol, she is repeatedly asked in interviews who her idol is, but she can't speak your name without recalling a sad experience. That trauma prevents her from properly revealing who she looks up to. There were several opportunities to utter your name, but when she opened her mouth, there was only stillness and heated air.

"Hmm? Basketball? You two liked watching basketball?"

A smaller girl asked them as Hanni woke up from her deep slumber. She was ready to face whatever they had today and what she didn't expect to see first thing in the morning is their TV on and set on the NBA channel.

Of course, it's not as if they don't watch sports; it's just that they don't watch them all the time. The majority of them understood what basketball was and how it was played, but none of them were big fans of the sport in general. If Hanni classified them as fans, they'd fall within the casual group. Only heard about it and saw excerpts on Twitter or Instagram.

"Hmm? Oh no It was just there when we opened the TV. Probably Manager Oppa was watching NBA replays last night before he left."

Danielle spoke on Haerin's behalf as a cover, and she smiled slightly, grateful for Danielle's reasons. It may have been a falsehood, but Haerin appreciated her efforts to cover for her.

"Ah I see. Well I'm going back to bed. Don't tell Minji thought."

And with those words stated, Hanni returned to her room to continue her nice sleep. The group did not appear to have any planned activities for the day, therefore it was a rare occurrence when they had a day off. With their notoriety, they seldom had days off, but they used them to rest. Danielle released go of Haerin's grasp and gazed at the girl before speaking.

"Okay you gotta tell me now why you like Basketball and why are you hiding it."

Haerin's eyes expand slightly, despite her customary blank expression. She didn't expect Danielle to be that tenacious about something because she typically loses interest quickly. But this time it was the opposite: Danielle wanted to know the truth behind Haerin's passion of basketball. Her curiosity couldn't be contained, and she'd do anything to find out why.

"Because I'm simply a fan of it Unnie. There's nothing too deep to talk about it so stop whatever your thinking Unnie."

Haerin's response took Danielle by suprise litterally and figuratively for 2 reasons.

 One, When Haerin said those words, Danielle noted how her brow wrinkled downwards, as if she was furious at her for asking such a question. She felt as if she had insulted her in some manner she didn't understand. All she did was ask an innocent inquiry.

Secondly, This was the first time Haerin had spoken to her in such a chilly and menacing manner. The group has been together for three years, and they recognize each other even when they close their eyes. They can readily identify who is who when given a description. Despite this, Haerin was never as frigid in her responses to any of them. Haerin's statements conveyed a hostile tone, which both scared and worried Danielle.

This was nothing the Haerin she knew about that's why she was left speechless and stunned to say anything back at her. She couldn't formulate any thoughts on how she could reply back towards her. Seeing the shocked and stunned face of Danielle, Haerin sighed a long one before standing up saying

"Sorry, I'll go somewhere for now. I'll be back before dinner Unnie."

As she rose up from her seat, she went to her room to change into a shirt and joggers, covered by a Nike jacket. She then grabbed her basketball, which was on her floor. All Danielle could do was watch Haerin depart their dorm, astonished and perplexed as to what had gotten her so defensive about the subject.

"Did I touch a sensitive topic for her? But why?"

Danielle pondered that concept as she lay flat on the sofa, looking up at the ceiling, seeking to connect the dots. And trying to find what she was seeking for.

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"Well that's the end of our season. What's your plan Y/N?"

As the squad finished their final game of the season, everyone in the locker room had different reactions to how their season ended. Some believed they did well, while others felt they could have done more to strive for a postseason seed berth, but the odds were not against them because health was the clear asterisk for this squad. Many of their major players went on to miss over half of the season combined. You and Austin Reaves were the only two players on the club who never missed a game during the season, but it wasn't enough.

Add in dubious coaching throughout the season, and the entire roster wondered if their coach ever trusted them. Players who were doing admirably were suddenly forced to take DNPs due to an experimental roster that had never played together before. It felt like they were competing against each other because no one knew what sort of play style they all had. Everything was just a mix of terrible luck and dubious coaching that led to this team's season-ending ouster.

"I don't know. After the exit interview later, I'll either sleep or sleep."

"I get you man but how's you and that Korean chic?"

Austin's inquiry simply made matters worse for you, as the thought of the season ending tonight left a bad taste in your mouth. And now AR had to bring up the subject with you and Yunjin. Heck, the entire Lesserafim was something you had to consider.

Relationships are something you're not sure you're ready for. Although you are dating Yunjin, there are serious uncertainties about whether you actually loved her or were simply swept up in the moment. Obviously, everyone in Lesserafim was lovely and attractive in their own right, but there was something lacking. When you think back on your time with Yunjin, you notice something is lacking.

You don't know what it is but you wanted to know more about it.

"Still dating. I'm planning to head to Korea later on actually. Take a break or something. I need to clear my mind after all this Laker stress man."

AR could only laugh at you, knowing it was the wisest thing to do after this disastrous season. Your body needs to recuperate after working so hard for the team. It was sad that you accomplished so much to keep the Lakers afloat in the standings, but it wasn't enough. Your amazing comeback against Milwaukee, your 57 points against the Bulls, your clutch three-pointer against the Celtics, resulting in their sole loss of the season, and lastly, your 1,000 assists, making you the youngest to accomplish this achievement.

All of that effort went for naught, as the Lakers couldn't even get a whiff of the eighth spot beginning in February. Since then, the Lakers have fluctuated between the 10th and 12th seeds in the last week of the regular season. Obviously, the media was criticizing you for not being able to lead the club to victory, given that LeBron is retiring, AD's contract expires this offseason, which means he's gone, and this will now be your team.

But having 2 hall of famers on your roster, yet you can't win?

Stephen A. Smith and Skip Bayless will surely have a field day with your name tomorrow morning. But you just let the so called analytics talk whatever they want because that's what makes them relevant. All you can do is accept the criticism and be better for the next season.

As you ended your farewell interview, you informed the reporters that you attempted to accept responsibility for your mistakes this season and improve for the next. Although several individuals attempted to hint to the coaching problem, you just responded that some plays were supposed to work and others did not. Shading individuals is not something you do while you are still relatively new to the league. You are practically sealing your legacy at this time.

However, with the exit interview behind you, the disappointment lingers as you drive. Your mind was continually reminding you that you could have done better, but that is how it is. The season ended unexpectedly due to a variety of factors. Aside from the fact that the season ended earlier than intended, you may have also considered AR. Did you truly adore Yunjin? You didn't want to be disrespectful to Yunjin or anyone in Lesserafim since we were discussing sentiments. One false action and all may be ruined in an instant.

Checking your phone, the image of you and Yunjin glowed under the screen and somehow, the smile you used to have begin to disappear. Surely this was a normal feeling right? After all it's just a wallpaper.

"I need to see her"

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With each stride Haerin took, the court got closer to her. Nobody in the firm, including her members, knew about this location behind their company, which was often utilized for rubbish disposal. But Haerin spotted a court with a sturdy hoop. The green patch was visible in the little gaps under the concrete floor, yet it did not upset Haerin at all.

She dribbled the ball one time before releasing a pure mid-range from 15 feet away from the basket.

Only for it to brick the basket, Haerin laughed as she missed her first shot. She waddled to catch the ball and fired it from the board for her second shot. Haerin was dressed comfortably, similar to her rehearsal attire.

As the ball swished through the net, Haerin's smile seems to get bigger and bigger at every shot she made. She was making easy shot such as Jumpers and running layup but as time goes forward, Haerin decided to intensify her shots.

As she dribbled the ball away from the basket near the 3-point line. She took one deep breath before dribbling the ball forward with her body in a propelling angle. As the ball bounces off the hard concrete ground, she crossed the ball towards her left hand and started to sprint while dribbling the ball. With the net nearing her sight, she stopped her dribble before turning her back against the net. She half shifted to the right before fully rotating to the left for a hook shot that swished through the net.

As the ball bounced off the ground she giggled as she finally done perfected one of your move. She wasn't just loving the game of basketball but she also loves the iconic moves of the NBA legends and all-star.

But despite her love of the game, she couldn't forget the painful memory that comes at the cost of enjoying basketball.

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She was introduced to the sport at a young age by her uncle who's a crazy fan of basketball. She recalls the times she was invited to watch her uncle play the sport in some local gym. The joy and smile he had while playing the sport was what got her hooked. But as she picked up a ball, everyone suddenly started telling her that the sport isn't for her.

"Kid, you should play with barbie dolls and houses. This game isn't for you."

Those words from her uncle's teammate still haunts her to this day as they labeled her sport by her gender. As young as Haerin was, that was first true heartbreak for her because she felt helpless and devastated to hear those. And she would have just brushed those thoughts aside if it wad kids around her age but no, it was adults who told her to stop dreaming about playing basketball.

Her uncle of course defend Haerin to the point, everyone almost got into a scuffle only for the GYM owners to separate them apart. But despite the fight not continuing, the damage had already been done to her as all she can do was look down as her uncle walked her home.

"Say Haerin. Wanna shoot some mini hoops?"

"No need uncle, I'm not born to play that sport.."

Her uncle sighed as he regretted having Haerin watch her game. He didn't expect those dudes to call out a child like that who just wants to have fun. He ruffled her hair as Haerin pouted at that action. She had always hated it when her hair gets shuffled unexpectedly and this was no different.

"Uncle-"

"Tell me Haerin. Did you enjoy watching me play basketball?"

"Of course!"

"Do you want to play the sport?"

"But I'm not allowed to.."

Her uncle chuckled seeing her cute niece look down in shame. Life have always been a suprise to many and right now, Haerin thinking that Basketball is only played by one gender is false.

"Haerin-ah, Nobody should stop you from enjoying what you want. If it makes you happy, you should chase it and never look back."

"But Uncle-"

"Haerin-ah, Don't follow the crowd, my dear child. Instead, listen to your heart and create your own path. True happiness comes from within and when you stay true to yourself."

The smile that her uncle had that day showed her a bigger picture. Despite people wanting to pull you down, there will always be someone that will support you through and through. Haerin believed in the words of her uncle and stayed true to herself.

Basketball became her sport as she grew older, and her parents were very supportive of her. Despite her peers playing and growing up with gentle games, Haerin likes to dribble and shoot like Curry in their garden, envisioning her shots as game winners.

But as Middle school comes around, she was once again faced with adversity that had her scarred for life.

It was during their Physics Education period and their teacher wanted them to play sport games. Some groan some were smiling and Haerin had her poker face on, but internally, she was smiling ear to ear. As they all went to the school GYM. Haerin immediately picked up the basketball and what happened next was something she didn't expect to happen.

"Eh? Why are you picking up a basketball Haerin? Don't tell me your... Into that stuff."

As one of her classmate said that, everyone else followed to stare at her and at that exact moment, her heart began to act differently. Their eyes suddenly became so big and their shadows tower over her making her feel like she's surrounded by giants.

Her heart starts racing, beating erratically against her chest like a trapped bird desperately seeking escape. The air around her seems thick and suffocating, making every breath feel labored and shallow.

Her mind spirals into a vortex of irrational fears and negative thoughts, amplifying each sound and sensation until they become overwhelming.

A distant murmur transforms into a deafening roar in her ears, while the touch of fabric against her skin feels like prickly needles. Panic takes hold, gripping her tightly in its invisible claws, leaving her helpless and vulnerable.

Every attempt to regain control only fuels the anxiety further, creating a self-perpetuating cycle of fear and distress. It's as if her body is betraying her, turning against itself in this unexpected battle for sanity.

She couldn't handle it anymore as she dashed through the crowd, holding and closing ears from the murmurs that echoed through the area. Her heart beating so loud telling her to keep running and never look back. Tears falls off her cheeks as her eyes had uncontrollably started shedding her tears without her command.

But unlike before, She had nobody to run into.

Her uncle had died, leaving pleasant memories of Haerin to keep her sane in the harsh world they were living in. But her passing meant she'd lost her primary source of support and idol. Haerin was left alone to confront the world of misery and agony, and she was currently submitting to it all.

She couldn't handle everything on her own.

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Haerin groaned and gazed at the ball for a few seconds before continuing to dribble away from the hoop. Since then, Haerin has kept her passion of basketball to herself, never sharing her excitement for the sport with anyone. Her parents were surprised that she wasn't sweating every day shooting hoops in the backyard, but instead watching YouTube videos in her room.

She had closed the door of enjoying the sport with others and decided that this sport is only for her to enjoy and nobody else.

It didn't matter if she would harshly push anyone who tries play basketball with her, it didn't matter if it was her own members who wanted to play with her. She would immediately decline and ignore their invitation.

dribbling the ball, Haerin shoot a long 3 pointer that sinks right into the net effortlessly. And her shot wouldn't go unnoticed.

"Nice form"

A sudden voice alerted Haerin as she flinched and froze on the spot. As the ball rolled further away from her, it stopped once it reached your foot. You kneeled down to pick up the ball and gently gave Haerin a chest pass to which she managed to barely catch. She was star struck to see you face to face with her.

"Ummm...I'm sorry to ask this but are you.. Y/N McDaniels?"

Haerin shyly asked as you laughed and nodded your head at her. Your arrival in Korea was unexpectedly faster than what you thought. The private Jet that the Lakers provided you not only drived so fast but it felt like a 10 minute ride. Technology sure is scary.

"That I am. You shooting hoops?"

"Ah yes!"

Haerin suddenly pulled her smile back immediately despite seeing you in person. But she also felt like her demeanor of playing alone changed when you arrived. It felt like she was still playing by herself and alone. She shook her head off that thought and shoot her shot, but it bricked the rim as you jumped in and grabbed the ball.

Knowing the rules, Haerin went under the basket ready for a rebound as you took the ball out and shot a wide open 3 pointer, only for it to brick as Haerin chased it down and grab it. This process continued for quite sometime with the only words exchanged between you two were "Nice one" and "My ball". Some would argue this was awkward to be in but Haerin didn't feel like it. She felt so naturally free whenever she's on the court but with someone sharing the court with her? She never thought about it until you came.

As the two of you sat down to catch your breaths, You offered Haerin an extra water bottle you had in your bag to which Haerin shyly accepted. With the two of you sitting quietly, you decided to break the ice and speak first.

"So, what's your name?"

"Vanessa Kang..or you can call me Haerin.. Sir."

You laughed at her formality with you but dismiss it since it didn't bother you one bit.

"No need to be formal Haerin. It's just us two hoopers here anyway."

"Umm...Its just your my idol and It's not easy for me to drop the honorifics."

Haerin fidgeted her fingers as she looked down. She didn't know how to act in front of her idol because, most of the time, she is the one who draws attention due to the large number of her supporters. But, right now, she's a fan and you're the idol, so the positions are reversed.

"It's fine Haerin. I'm not that old yet anyway."

"Yeah 3 years apart.."

"What?"

You blinked a couple times before staring at Haerin who's face was completely red. She just dropped an important information about you and now her identity was fully blown. Haerin gulped before turning her head to look at you with a complete red face.

"I'm guessing your a fan of mine?"

"Ummm......yes.."

Haerin soften her voice on the last part as she wasn't confident on being your fan but your sharp ears managed to hear it. You laughed full heartedly at her as she looked at you confused. Was her approach wrong that you got the wrong idea or she had something on her face?

"Sorry, Sorry I just find it cute how your being shy admitting being a fan of basketball."

"Ummm...I just don't want people to see me differently.."

Your smile slowly disappeared after hearing the words that Haerin spoke. What she said raised your curiosity as you didn't understand what she meant by it.

"What do you mean by that?"

"I just... Went through a tough time of people accepting that I like basketball more unlike other sports.."

Although you haven't heard much about her tale, her voice was enough to tell you that she went through hardship while trying to play the sport that she loved.

"Haerin, Happiness doesn't come from the words of others, it comes from the voices of your heart."

Haerin widen her eyes as your words reminded her of the words spoken by her own uncle. She looked at you as you gave her a warm smile.

"Don't let others dictate your happiness, Make it your own Haerin."

She felt her uncle's nostalgia in your words. Even if the words were altered, the message remained the same. To be joyful regardless of what others say. That was what her uncle had told her about life in general, not just hoops. She aspired to be an Idol because she enjoyed dancing to music. She wanted their music to be heard and enjoyed by their listeners.

Your comments triggered a deep memory for Haerin, and tears streamed down her cheeks. Not long later, she lost control of her tears and began weeping. You worried when you saw her break down because you didn't know what to do. You chose to softly touch her back while Haerin sobs slowly. You weren't very good at emotional scenarios like this one, and you thought it would calm her down. You didn't have your handkerchief when you really needed it.

As Haerin calmed down, she wiped the remaining tears on her eyes away before looking at you with a soft stare.

"Thanks and.. Sorry for crying out of nowhere."

"It's fine. That's okay. Maybe we can shoot hoops again to clear your mind?"

Haerin laughed at your idea, but she nodded, knowing that it would undoubtedly help her clear her mind. As the two of you proceeded to play hoops, Haerin's cat curiosity took over, and she questioned why you were here in the first place.

"Y/N, can I ask why your here in Korea?"

She said after passing you the ball in a perfect bounce pass. You chuckled at her question before releasing the shot for a 13 feet jumper.

"I'm just here to confirm something is all."

"Really? What's it about?"

"My own feelings"

Haerin widened her eyes slightly before handing the ball back to you, since this surprised her. Someone in the country seemed to have taken interest in the guy she adored. She isn't sure whether she would be joyful or sad. She may be thrilled since a celebrity like you like someone from her nation is something she should be proud of. Sadly, that wasn't her.

Haerin quickly flushed scarlet as she thought about it, because it came out of nowhere and was so strange for her to think about. Her cheeks were flaming, and her heart was beating faster as she watched you dribble the ball up to the rim. She swallowed nervously, as that unexpected notion had forever altered her perception of you.

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Haerin had seen you around the corporate building for weeks, but as the days passed, the grin on your face faded, which bothered her. She wanted to ask you about this, but all she could do was shoot hoops with you to alleviate your concerns. But the more she learned about your position, the more she questioned if she was even suited to be around you. Your statements showing your perplexity and irritation with Yunjin make her feel like she's nothing more than a pillar of strength for you.

She doesn't mind it, but she wished she was in Yujin's position.

Even if she is your wall of support, she hoped that a small part of herself is what you are seeking for instead. Since the prospect of you entering her life, her attitude toward you has drastically altered. She found herself doing something she didn't often do, which surprised her members. When she shoots hoops with you, she wears everything from light makeup to red lipstick and blush. Minji observed this recently, and as the group's leader, she had to ask her why their beloved cat has been acting strangely lately.

"Haerin? Can we talk?"

"Oh, sure Unnie."

As Minji enters her room, she looked around her room to see nothing out of the usual. So she took her seat on the edge of her bed.

"I was just wondering, What are you doing outside? You seem to be going outside lately. Is there somewhere your visiting?"

Minji's questions didn't have any vile intentions in them but rather a voice, of a worried and curious leader. Haerin wanted to shake her head to deny her claims but your words rang through her head. She wanted to find that happiness and she knows she can't fully enjoy that happiness alone. She needed to take a step forward away from her comfort zone and see what lies beyond.

"Yeah, I have been playing basketball again."

"Really? That's so cool!"

Haerin couldn't believe it. Someone aside from her said that the sport she's doing is something amazing. She was expecting the usual reaction from her previous encounters of this confession yet this time, it was the opposite.

"Unnie, you don't find that... Weird?"

"Of course not! Why would I find you playing basketball weird. In fact I want to see you play. Oh, Maybe we can all play basketball sometimes! I can set up a date-"

Minji couldn't continue her statement because Haerin cut her off with a warm, tight embrace. For the first time in her life, Haerin felt relieved that she no longer needed to close the door. She felt less alone than she had in a long time. For the first time in a long time, she met someone who understood her.

"Unnie.."

"What’s wrong Haerin? Do you want to invite the members too? I'm sure they would love to play with you."

"No Unnie, I'm happy. I'm just happy and thank you."

Minji couldn't understand where Haerin was coming from, but with her appreciation, she could only see it as a positive thing. As Haerin continued to hug Minji, she realized she might need some help with the preadicament she was facing.

"Unnie, Can I ask you something?"

"Sure. What is it Haerin-ah?"

"Umm.. Is it okay.. For a girl to like a guy.. Who's like trying to like fix their relationship that don't seem to work and, she's acting as the guy's support, but he doesn't know that the girl has developed feelings for him. Or is that wrong?"

Minji pondered on this thought as this was something she wasn't familiar with. But with her expertise in watching K-Drama on the television, she has one answer for that one.

"If that's the case, I suggest the girl to stop being the guy's support because as I see it. She's becoming a rebound for the guy. Well unintentionally that is."

When Haerin heard those words, she stopped her breath for a moment as a little pain struck her heart. Being labeled a rebound is the last thing she wanted to be termed. But when she thinks back on her time with you, she was your rock, and every tale she hears about Yunjin tears her heart apart.

That wasn't happiness for her.

Perhaps it was time to listen to her Leader's advice and be the person that she has always been. A girl who loves performing in front of her fans and enjoy playing basketball.

"Yeah, Your right Unnie. Anyway I'll be at the court now."

"Okay, Alright. Be back before dinner okay? And stay safe."

Haerin chuckled hearing the words of their eldest and leader as she identically sounded like her own mother with her tone and delivery.

"I will."

With a clear understanding of what she needed to do, she made her way to the court where she had become accustomed to meeting you. With every step seeming to be loaded with the few memories you two shared, it felt bittersweet that she was willing to let go of everything in such a short period of time. During that period, she became aware of numerous things she had previously avoided.

Being able to enjoy basketball without being bothered by others, finding satisfaction in the company of others, and generally enjoying life. Despite the brief time together, she has become connected to you, which is the terrible part. She's terrified of facing you now. She is unsure how she will deal with you after this, or if it is best to simply withdraw from your life for ever.

What Hurts more is she's letting go of her idol.

The person she looks up too.

The person she admire so much.

The person she fell in love with.

And

The person that will break her heart.

Just thinking about the night hoops you played and the late-night food tour across Seoul makes her melancholy. Haerin had become a tourist during the day and a wall of support at night. Haerin was eager to be at your side, and she couldn't remember how many times she ran to the court only to be your ear and shoulder to depend on.

As this idea occurred to her, it became more difficult for her to continue her trek towards the court since her eyes were already filled with tears for you. She had never thought that loving someone could be so difficult. She never considered the possibility of love since she never took such things seriously. She couldn't understand why her Unnies were so obsessed with romantic dramas and other aspects of love.

But now she realized, what love is.

And she got the bitter part of it.

Taking a deep breath, she continued on with her walk as she spotted you sitting on the bench watching the passing cars go by. Your presence alone makes her heart flutter and make her knees go weak. As you wave and smile at her, the heat crept it's way up her cheeks as she continued her descend on the stairs towards the court. But her eyes never left you and as soon as she took one misstep, her foot slipped and was stumbling to-

"Gotcha. You alright Haerin?"

Your buffed arms managed to catch her fragile small body as she directly stared at you with admiration and with love. Her heart raced faster than it was earlier and this was a scene straight out of the romance movies. After catching herself, she immediately pushed you away standing up by herself as her action caught you by suprise

"Haerin? Is everythin-"

"Please... Let's stop seeing each other."

As hard as it is to hear someone say that to you, Haerin is the one who is most saddened. By confessing those words, she is letting go of all the memories she has with you. But, more crucially, she is willing to let you go.

"Y/N, The last few weeks has been nothing but a blast I had with you and nothing can replace those moments with anyone. You thought me what it means to be happy once again but more importantly, you helped me realize how to enjoy basketball once again."

"Haerin.."

"I became your wall of support and ear whenever you visit Yunjin and I understand that. You and Yunjin are meant for each other and probably trying to fix the relationship you two had. I don't want to be a nuisance to both of you once you two figured it out.."

As her emotions have caught up to her words, she tried to suppress the tears that was slowly falling down her cheeks as she immediately Wipes them off. With every second passing by, her heart was being torned apart.

"You know Y/N, because of you, I enjoyed things that I usually don't do. Like applying lipsticks, using the eye liner, using lip tint, applying blush on, and wearing cute clothes. Before I'm only doing those because I'm a Kpop Idol but with you, I enjoy doing them because of you. "

"Haerin.."

"I want to say goodbye, but that would be too sad and I don't want this to be the end of us meeting. So Y/N.."

A soft breeze passed you two by as her hair danced with the air showing a long haired beautiful angel crying.

"I hope to see you again."

With those last words spoken by her, her heart has completely shattered into thousand pieces. She couldn't look you in the face or else she might breakdown completely. So turning her back around, she was ready to let you go and move forward in her life.

"Preety Kang, who said this is the end?"

You smirked as Haerin stopped on her tracks. Your voice still had a huge effect on her as you took steps closer to her. Panic began to rise all over body as she didn't know what will happen next.

"You said you were a nuisance? I called you a ball of sunshine."

"Stop it..."

"You said I showed you happiness? How can you be so sure when YOU'RE my happiness."

"Please.. Stop.."

"All my life, I have watched opportunities slip by my hands. And Days I spent with you were the opportunities I didn't slip by. Because of you, I learned who I am."

"Y/N..."

"Kang Haerin. I'm not letting you go anymore. My heart beats for you and only you. If your not ready now, I'll wait and I'll keep waiting until our paths cross again. Because if Love didn't happen, I wouldn't have met you."

"......"

"Kang Haerin, The girl I love is you."

Haerin had never twirled so fast her life as she spinned back towards you and jumping into your body as you catches her. Her tears couldn't be controlled anymore as she cried her heart out not out of sadness this time. But in happiness.

"Y/N!!"

"I'm here Haerin. I'm here."

As you stroked her hair, Haerin buried her face in your chest, weeping gently as she heard your heart's lovely rhythm. She couldn't believe her modest wish had come true. For you, the decision was not simple. The way you went to korea hoping to connect with Yunjin failed. You tried your best to make your heart beat for her but despite the efforts, Haerin was the one chiming your heart.

Every time you go closer to Yunjin, your mind only sees one cat, which was unjust to Yunjin. You had to tell her the truth, but Yunjin was the first person to say farewell to you. She knew the minute you first dated her, your heart couldn't hold her. No matter how hard she tried, she could see straight through you, and when she saw you smiling genuienly, she knew someone had already stolen your heart.

And she didn't want your friendship to be broken due to one-sided passion. As terrible as it is for her, she genuinely loved you and chose your happiness above her own. She understood that love needs sacrifices, and she was prepared to make the biggest sacrifice of her own love for your love story.

You shed your own share of tears as Yunjin said her farewell to you because despite not fully loving her, a part of your heart truly did loved her genuienly and honestly. It felt heart breaking despite not truly loving her. It confuses you but with one door closes, another one opens.

As you looked at your lock screen, the picture of you and Yunjin was difficult to remove. But, knowing that you and Yunjin had failed, you pinned all of your hopes on one girl. The girl who has been with you since your arrival and is the only one who has remained in your head and heart.

Haerin, your constant companion and supporter during your time in Korea. Her temperament and beauty are too appealing not to notice her. Not only that, but she keeps you smiling and understands how to connect with you. She was everything you didn't realize you needed. You still recall the day your heart sang for her. When you were rushing away from a paparazzi at night, her warm little hands entwined around yours, and her charming grin brightened the darkness. At that same moment, you knew your heart was pounding for Kang Haerin rather than Huh Yunjin.

You were so stupid because you figured it out too late and today was suppose to be day you told her everything but it seems Haerin was the first one to beat you too it.

"Do you mean it?"

Haerin gazed up to meet your gaze, her cat-like eyes looking more lovely than ever. You nodded, stroked her hair, and returned to burying her face on your chest. Her behaviors made you laugh because they were so charming.

"I love you Y/N.."

She backed away, sneaking a quick kiss on your cheeks before whispering gently. Thinking you hadn't heard her, you bent down to kiss her forehead, making her blush even more.

"I love you too, My Laker Star Haerin. Hehe~"

You smiled wholeheartedly at her, just like Haerin did, despite her cheeks going red. Both of you were experiencing the joys of love as fate brought your hearts together.

As Yunjin looked down at the building's glass windows, she watched the guy she genuinely loved embracing a girl he deserved. Her heart ached to see you with someone else, but she knew you were the one known as "Right Person, Wrong Time." She smiled sadly as she shed one final tear staring at you.

"I hope you treat him right Haerin. Because he was once My Laker Star too."

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toji loved the sound of chaos and the loudness of everything; that's what kept him at peace, but with you, there was a quietness that he couldn't get enough of until he was fucking you; he didn't like when you were quiet; he loved that loud shit; he loved how you would moan until your voice got hoarse; now that's what really kept him at peace.

you didn't have a hard time being loud; he did things that made sure you were going to be yelping. you tried to do it once, but he fixed you up real quick, holding your jaw and looking right into your eye when he did it, and that was a guarantee to have you moaning.

whenever the two of you were together, there was a peaceful quietness that slithered around the house, and for the first time in forever, it didn't make him uncomfortable or make him want to scream; it calmed him down. all he wanted to do was be up under you, until y'all got into the bedroom.

that was a different story, where the both of you made the most noise; it was never quiet in there. whether it be because of arguments, rushing to get out of the house, screaming, sleeping, or even sex, that wasn't a safe zone for it to be quiet.

the bed creaking, tojis loud grunts keeping him from whining, your loud and soft moans bouncing off the walls and leaking through the bed, along with the headboard hitting against the wall as your head hit against it. that room got loud as fuck, and toji loved it. he wanted to make sure you were screaming with pleasure and crying for him to give you more.

sometimes sex would go on for so long and you would be moaning at the top of your lungs that after everything you could barely talk and toji loved it, not the fact that you couldn't talk… well maybe, but the fact that he was fucking you so good that you lost your voice.

he also loved the fact that after everything, it would go back to that comforting silence—the silence that didn't bite at him or make him want to scratch his eyes out—the kind that made him want to cuddle against you and listen to your heartbeat and your steady breathing.

as much as he loved the loudness of everything, there was nothing more relaxing than everything calming down after he put eight inches in your stomach and listening to you fall asleep in his arms shortly after. his voice returning to a soft tone after having it deep and loud while he was telling you how much of a slut you were for his dick before.

he grew to love the quietness in the house the two of you made to your liking; he didn't feel the need to step outside every time the silence got too much for him or randomly scream so he could hear it echo off the walls. the silence consuming him and making it hard to breathe was no longer there; it was comfortable now.

[waldau]

Saw your are open for requests, since you write wonwoo soooo soooo well, maybe a little drabble or headcanon about reader and wonwoo first time sleeping (not having sex, just purely fluff cuddle and sleep) together would be good in this rainy season here in my tropical country.

Btw SEATED for the longer fics😁

cuddles — jeon wonwoo | 1,450 words | fluff

TROPICAL COUNTRY ANON MY SINCEREST APOLOGIES I STILL HOPE IT'S RAINING WHERE YOU ARE. i love the rains and i'm sorry i didn't get inspired in time to write something that i like, but i really hope you see this!

gender neutral reader. warnings: reader is a bit unsettled by the sound of thunder (not actually self-projection for once).

“do you have to go?” wonwoo asks as you search for the remote to pause the movie, credits rolling on the screen.

you stare at him, trying to come up with a response. more specifically, you’re wondering if he’s implying what you think he’s implying. “i mean…isn’t it late? and don’t i always leave around this time?”

“you do,” he says, leaning over you to take out the remote that’s wedged between two cushions, and you swear your heart skips a beat. “but you could change that.”

“are you…asking…”

“it’s raining, too,” he says, a hopeful smile on his face. “if you really want to leave, i can drop you home, but i think i’d really like it if you…stayed.”

and that’s how you find yourself by wonwoo’s side in his bathroom, holding a spare toothbrush he handed you as he brushes his teeth. you’re vaguely aware that toothpaste is dripping down your brush and onto your hand as you watch him through the mirror, while also considering the fact that is way too domestic to be doing with someone you’ve been dating for two months.

but you can’t stop thinking about how…soft he looks. his hair is wept back from his forehead, no longer neatly styled like it had been earlier in the day, but still making him look very handsome. he’s wearing an oversized hoodie with sweatpants. you can’t help but wonder what you’ll look like, wearing it.

the thought immediately flusters you so much that you look anywhere but at him, and yet you can see him glance at you through the mirror now.

“want to tell me what you were thinking about?”

you refuse to grace his question with an answer and hurry up with your routine, skin feeling a bit cooler when you’re done washing your face. you pat it dry with the towel wonwoo’s given you, and when you turn around, there’s a shirt and a pair of sweatpants sitting on the counter.

even though it’s just basic decency, making sure you don’t go to sleep in your jeans tonight, it’s still thrilling to see his clothes being perfectly oversized on you. you step out of the bathroom a bit nervously, not having heard any sound from him in the past minute. but wonwoo’s lying on the bed, looking at his phone. when he sees you, there’s a smile on his face. he rolls to his side and watches you shut the door and come over to where he’s resting.

“what is it?” you ask, a little self-conscious. you’re not yet used to the — for lack of a better word — adoring gazes he gives you whenever he sees you. he’s verbal with his affection, too, always letting you know how good he thinks you look, or how happy he is that you’re spending your time with him, but he’s even better with his actions. which is what makes you think this is one of those moments.

“nothing,” he says, putting his phone on the stand.

“then why were you looking at me like that?” you ask, sitting down on the bed and swinging your legs over so that you’re comfortably settled.

“you just…you look really good in my clothes.”

it takes everything in you not to turn and hide your face in the pillow at that. you’re still not used to how blunt he is, and how he means every word he says to you. you’d known this about him before you started dating him, but now that you’re actually dating him, you’re getting to see a side of him you didn’t know existed.

“yeah? maybe i should wear your hoodie, then,” you tease instead.

“i hope you do,” he says, putting his glasses away and getting under the covers, motioning for you to do the same. you swear your brain has short-circuited as you get underneath the covers as well. his covers are as warm as the ones you have at home, and you remember he mentioned he runs cold. same as you, then.

you lie there for a minute or two, getting used to each other’s proximity, before wonwoo speaks up.

“tell me if this is okay,” he says, before inching closer and resting a large hand on your stomach. you can feel your breath catch as his hand inches its way around your waist and pulls you a bit closer. “sweetheart?”

“mhm? i’m fine.” you are fine, but your poor heart isn’t.

“good. i don’t want to do anything you don’t want me to.”

as much as you appreciate how respectful he’s being, part of you wishes he was a bit less cautious. you’re okay with him. you trust him, and he knows it.

“i’m not made of glass, wonwoo,” you say, looking up at him from where you’re resting.

wonwoo takes in a breath and then pulls you into himself, letting your head rest on his chest. it’s only then that you realize his heart is beating fast, probably as fast as yours.

“wonwoo?”

“mm?”

“are you nervous right now?”

“how couldn’t i be? i have such a pretty person in my arms.”

you actually gasp and smack his chest at that. he only laughs — that deep, rumble-like laugh that made you like him so much. “aren’t we supposed to be sleeping? trying to, at least?”

“i’m finding it hard to sleep with you here.”

“…oh,” you say, happiness deflating a bit. “see, i told you—”

“no!” he exclaims, scrambling away enough to look you in the eyes. “i meant— i want to keep talking to you, but i also want to sleep, and it’s unlucky that we can’t do both at the same time.”

your heart flutters at that. “that’s…i wish we could do that, too.”

“good,” he says, settling back down. “then that’s what we’re going to do.” he adjusts the covers so that you’re resting comfortably. you do want to keep the conversation going, but wonwoo is perfectly warm, and the rain outside sounds like pleasant white noise that is lulling you deeper into tiredness.

“do you like the rain?” you ask, hand resting on his chest, gently tracing abstract patterns. like the ones you doodle when you’re on phone calls with him.

when he doesn’t reply for a while, you think you’ve spoken too softly, but then you feel the rumble in his chest as he speaks. “i do. i love how green it gets outside. and i love how it smells, too.”

you want to say the same, but a sudden boom of thunder makes you freeze and grip his hoodie rather tightly.

“sweetheart?” wonwoo asks instantly, concern palpable in his voice. “are you okay?”

“it’s nothing,” you say, but even you know it’s a lie when you don’t let go of the death grip you have on his hoodie.

it’s not even lightning. it’s somewhat of a stupid thing to be afraid of, yet you can’t help but feel helpless when the thunder booms again, louder than it did the first time.

“is it…the thunder? the sound of it? i promise i won’t judge you, sweetheart.”

you sigh. “it’s just…i’m not very fond of thunder. i don’t like how loud it gets. i’m not scared, really, i just don’t like the way it…”

“startles you?”

you nod, not wanting to look at him. you wonder what he’s thinking.

“that’s perfectly fine,” wonwoo says, voice soft as he pulls you closer into himself till his arms engulf your upper body and you’re surrounded only by him and his calm breathing, his warmth that’s currently your anchor. “i used to be scared of dogs because i got bitten once. but i’ve got seol now. you’ve seen her, haven’t you?”

you have. wonwoo’s shown you pictures of his dog back home, and she’s the most adorable thing you’ve seen.

“you’re not any weaker for not liking thunderstorms, you know. everyone has their thing. don’t worry about it when you’re with me. i can’t make it go away, but i can make sure you’re not too scared, okay?”

“are you always this romantic?”

you can feel more than hear wonwoo’s chuckle as it rumbles through his chest. you’ve never felt as safe as you do now, in a thunderstorm. you burrow yourself more into his hold, loving how his arm comes to wrap around your waist.

“sleep well,” he says.

“i—” love you, you want to say, but the words catch in your throat. you mean them with your entirety, even if they might be a bit premature. “you too. i’m so glad i’m here,” you say instead, leaning up to peck his cheek.

wonwoo kisses your head, arm tightening around you. “i’m so glad you’re here, too.”

taglist: @bookyeom @wootify @strnsvt @cloudycaramel @thepoopdokyeomtouched

@minnieminshi @nonononranghaee @hrts4hanniehae @viewvuu @bewoyewo

[greatstormcat]

Hi there. I wanted to make a request for something a bit personal. All this week, my family has been criticizing my weight (which I have struggled with my whole life) and told me point-blank that no one would ever love me because of it. That being said, I would like to request a writing with Soap. Let's say the reader has been avoiding sex with him for a while. They'll kiss and stuff, but as soon as he starts pulling her shirt up, she pulls it back down and makes some sort of excuse. This goes on for a while until Soap confronts her about it. She basically then goes off, pointing out all her bodily flaws and how fat and hideous she thinks she is and asks him how he could ever think she was sexy. And all he says is, “How can I NOT?” And he makes love to her and every time she makes a complaint about her body or calls herself ugly, she shushes her, ultimately taking her in front of a mirror and making her look at herself and how sexy she looks taking him. And when they're done, Soap should talk about how she's not fat, she's cute and squishy.

Hi anon, thank you for waiting for this! I’ve been really busy and did not want to put up anything half-arsed because this is a very important ask! Anyone who makes you feel like that sucks, and I’ve been there myself with family commenting on my weight. I had a whole rant lined up but then I realised that Soap already had it in hand, so I will let him takeover from here…

TW: MDNI 18+, bodyshaming and fatphobia, emotion support, p in v

It was getting harder and harder to make up excuses. Each time you came up with a reason you couldn’t stay over at his place, or a reason your clothes had to stay on when you did agree to sleep in the same bed, literally sleep, his eyes narrowed. You couldn’t keep this up, it was too hard, too unfair on this sweet, loving man. 

Johnny had come into your life like a wrecking ball, all loud mouth and charming personality. You had been swept off your feet by him the moment you’d seen him in the pub, a rare and welcome night out with friends, and he had zeroed in on you. He’d made you feel like you were the only other person in that hot, noisy and packed pub, his eyes locked onto you the moment you spoke to him to say hi.

The last few months had been amazing, he doted on you, texting or calling each day he was away from you back at base. He worshipped you, wanting nothing more than to hear you laugh and be near you. The problem was he was getting very amorous. Kissing and cuddling on the sofa was turning into heavy make out sessions, his hands grazing over your curves and teasing just beneath the hem of your top. 

It made you increasingly uncomfortable, your doubts about how he’d react to seeing under your baggy clothes ate at you. Unfortunately, you’d become so used to being put down about your weight, being told you were undeserving of love and affection, that you had never really let your walls down around him. The rot ran deep, right to your core, whispering to you that he wouldn’t stay and this was only a fling for him until he got bored and left for someone more like him.

Finally, things quickly got heated when he pushed you, trying to get you to tell him why you’d shut down and withdrawn from him completely after another failed make out session where you'd retreated to your room and shut the door in his face. He just burst in, demanding to know what the deal was.

“If I let you see me naked you’ll leave!” you blurt out finally, throat tight with the hot threat of tears. Everything seems to stop once you let the words out, and he stands there staring at you with an unreadable expression as you sit on the end of your bed.

“D’ya think I’m that shallow?” he demands into the thick silence, and the pain in his voice cuts like a knife into your heart. “D’ya really think I’d do such a thing? What have I said or done to give you that impression?” He edges closer as he speaks, until he reaches you and then kneels down in front of you.

“No, I don’t think you’re shallow,” you mumble weakly, trying to avoid his eyes but he cups your face in his large, warm hands and forces you to look into his crystal blue gaze. There’s nothing but affection in those eyes, love and concern for you blinding you like the sun.

“You are beautiful, and I want to be with you just as you are, right here and now,” he says softly, but with an edge of steel beneath the silk of his words. “Anyone who says otherwise and fuck off. If I hear them say it, it’ll be the last thing they ever do. You hear me?”

There’s no way to hide from him, and you nod, letting out a sigh of relief that’s quickly muffled by his lips.

“You’re beautiful just the way you are, have been since the moment I first saw you,” he says as his lips trail across your cheek and chin, down to your neck. “I dinnae care what size or shape you are, hen, I love you for who you are. As long as you are happy and safe, I’m the luckiest man alive to be by your side.”

Suddenly, you realise that having spoken your fear out loud it holds less power over you, and your shoulder relax.

“C’mon, get up,” he says gently, and you stand up, letting him position you in front of your floor length mirror. “Tell me what you don’t like,” he instructs you, standing by your shoulder and locking eyes with you in the reflection.

“Well, the rolls around my middle,” you admit weakly, hands fluttering to cover them automatically. With a smile, he takes your hands away and crouches in front of you, lifting the front of your top to reveal the skin beneath. Stretch marks catch the light but before you can react his lips are pressed to them, the soft warmth making your breath stutter.

“Tell me another one,” he groans, peppering more kisses to your stomach while you think.

“My thighs,” you say before you can think about what he has planned. Warm hands caress your thighs through your leggings, and his breath ghosts through the fabric before kisses land. “Fucking hell…” you groan, “do you really think I’m sexy?”

“How can I not, when your this fuckin’ perfect?” he answers between kisses against you hip. It continues like this, you name a part of your body you’ve been taught to hate, and he worships it. Slowly but surely, you allow him to remove your clothing so he can fully show his adoration for every inch of skin, and you feel yourself come alive beneath his affection. The feel of his body against yours spurs on the growing heat between your thighs, and the moment you beg him to go further, he does.

You lose yourself in his loving embrace, letting him make you feel utterly beautiful as he draws wave after wave of pleasure from you. Letting yourself go, throwing alway all of your doubts and fears, it feels totally natural to feel his skin pressed against yours, sweating making your both glisten as you pant and groan. He grinds into you, spearing his cock deep into you, all the time whispering praises and prayers to your dips and curves. Only when you come undone around him does he stop, the snap and pull of his hips filling the quiet until he follows you over the edge.

“Was that okay, love?” he asks hoarsely, panting heavily as he settles you against his side under the covers. “I don’t want you to regret anything.”

“That was amazing,” you breathe in response, heading still swimming slightly. 

“Good, you deserve nothing but praise. You’re mine, and you’re perfect in all your soft, squishy glory.”

You can't help but chuckle at that, especially as his rough palm rubs appreciatively over your soft hip as he says it.

"So you think I'm cute?"

"Aye, that's it," he chuckles back, placing a kiss on your forehead.

[touchyluffy]

part one

after your first kiss with luffy, everything becomes much more intense. luffy becomes addicted to you and he has no shame in showing it.

he never leaves your side and is always touching you in some way, whether that be his hand holding yours, his head in your lap as he takes a nap on the sunny, or his feet touching yours under the kitchen table. if you're working around the ship, suddenly it's captains orders that you come cuddle him immediately. whenever you dock on a new island, the captain grasps your hand and pulls you off to explore the lands together, and if you can’t keep up with his fast pace run, he tells you to jump on his back, and then he’s off running again laughing as you cling onto him for dear life.

he will compliment you bluntly and genuinely and whenever it comes to his mind. there are no long monologues of love from him, but there is always honesty. he will just call you beautiful in a way that's just a fact. because it is a fact, he knows you're beautiful just like he knows the sky is blue.

he's constantly asking you 'to do that thing with our mouths' and after the 10th time of getting weird looks from those around you, you have to tell him it's called 'kissing' and then that becomes his new favorite word. he's addicted to the warm tingling feeling of your lips touching his. literally you’re chained up with your other crewmates captured by the foe that luffy decided to fight, and he stretches his head towards you with his lips puckered. in the middle of dinner, while eating his second servings, he kisses you with crumb covered lips. whenever you come up with a solution, he jumps on you and peppers your face with kisses. he can't stop himself.

he's extremely protective over you - physically and mentally. if you two are ever separated by an enemy, you can expect him to raise hell, he quiet literally drives himself and whomever is around him crazy worrying about you (once the enemy pirates reunited you and luffy, albeit in handcuffs, just so he would stop asking about you). it's not that he doesn't believe in your strength, he just knows what it's like to lose someone he loves and he will not lose you. he won't stop until you're safe at his side again. he's also protective of your peace and happiness, so anything that makes you uncomfortable (like perverted jokes from your skeleton crewmate) you can expect him to have an issue and he will swiftly put an end to it. this happy go-lucky captain knows when to lay down the law when need be.

he's your number one supporter. every time your bounty goes up, he folds it up and keeps it in his pocket to show everyone - friend or foe. he's so proud of you. whenever you take out an enemy his eyes light up in stars and he cheers loudly. when you two fight together and you land a punch he'd get so excited that he'd forget about the fight entirely and just wrap his rubbery arm around your waist three times and pull you in for a kiss. whenever you say he will be king of the pirates, his heart swells with joy and pride because he knows you'll be right there by his side. or in his lap. either way.

he loves to see you smile and will do anything to keep you happy. when you're upset, he'll be a clown. if you get sick, he'll search far and wide for a medicine to cure you. when you say you miss him he packs a picnic bag and find a spot on the beach for you two to have a moment alone together, it's a much appreciated gesture even if he eats all the food, he makes it up to you by reaching for a few flowers when you aren't looking and presenting them to you with a big smile. this is when he realizes that you like when he gives you gifts so expect to have a shelf full of things he brought for you - flowers, pretty stones, or other little trinkets from islands.

he's not concerned with labels, he just knows he wants you and only you and he wants you to want only him too. and you do. luffy doesn't keep secrets from you, you know exactly how he feels about you and that he's loyal to you to the end. not even the most beautiful warlord could catch his eye because you're all he sees. there isn't a "what are we" conversation (at least not while you're on your adventures together) because the label doesn't matter, you two just know.

he no longer likes to sleep alone at night, saying he can’t handle not touching you for hours. you don't put up much of a fight when he comes to your bedroom because cuddling with your captain has become your addiction too. plus there’s nothing sexual in his request he just loves to be by your side. you love to fall asleep with him and he loves to wake up with you, it’s a perfect match he says with a grin that makes your heart melt.

so yes, he's addicted to you and truthfully he sees nothing wrong with it.

[witchy-scribblings]

hibino kafka? more like hubbyno kafka (mdni)

❀ kafka who loves kissing you more than anything, and will have his lips on you at any possible time. this clown here loves to press the wettest smooch on your cheek just as much as he loves kissing you softly while you rock to the sound of the news in the background.

❀ kafka who's always texting you. his name will constantly be popping up on your phone, be it to wish you a good day at work, to complain about some inconvenience at his job, or to remind you that he loves you for the seventh time that morning.

❀ kafka who had always been okay with his bachelor apartment looking like a wreck, but since he started dating you no dishes pile up in the sink, the trash is taken out, and the cleaning is kept up with.

❀ kafka who immediately started getting extra toothbrushes, towels and other supplies the moment your relationship started looking serious, in hopes that it would incite you to come over more often.

❀ kafka who thanks his lucky stars every time he gets to wake up next to you because holy shit how did a loser like him pull a beauty like you? (it's fine we love losers 'round here)

❀ kafka who can never get enough of slow mornings with you. he often has you staying over at his place, and his bathroom is too small to let you brush your teeth side by side, so he gets the next best thing: you straddling his hips while you sit on the counter, peacefully getting ready for the day.

❀ kafka who gets a little insecure sometimes, especially before becoming an officer. he doesn't need constant reassurance, but there are days when he can't help staring at the mirror a little longer, a little harsher.

❀ kafka who falls harder still when you assure him that his dad body is extremely sexy, and that you love that he's so big and warm he's literally perfect to cuddle with.

❀ kafka who feels so much better when he sees how happy wearing his huge baggy clothes makes you. he has had to give up too many hoodies to count at this point, not that he's complaining.

❀ on that note, kafka who loves it when you're wearing one of his oversized shirts and nothing else - well, except perhaps a pair or wooly thigh-high socks during the colder months. After all, the central heating in his apartment is pretty bad, so you have to work with what you have.

❀ kafka who presses down on your covered hamstrings to keep you folded nearly in half while his fat cock plunges in and out of your soaking wet pussy; he's obsessed with the unrestricted sight of the filthy mess he's making out of your swollen cunt.

❀ kafka who sometimes absently wonders if you would be okay with him shapeshifting to fuck you better. he knows that kaiju no. 8 looks scary as shit and that he still has a hard time controlling the extra strength, but some twisted part of him wants to see how much further he could push you (little does he know his fans are monsterfuckers)

❀ kafka who ultimately is a pretty vanilla lover who just lives for those moments late at night when he has you sitting back against his soft chest with your legs spread embarrassingly wide while his thick fingers play you like a goddamn fiddle.

❀ kafka who, yes, is 100% a giver in every aspect of your relationship. but boy does he turn into a whore whenever you pay some well-deserved attention to him. he'll take anything you're willing to offer, but worship his body and his cock with your hands and tongue and he's done for.

❀ kafka who is not shy per se, but he gets really horny really fast if you start dirty talking to him. it might take a little bit of confidence for him to reciprocate, but once he warms up he's pulling out all the "yes, baby, want your mouth on me so bad", or the "i'm not gonna stop until you make a fucking mess on my sheets, got it?"

❀ kafka who used to dread laundry day, but will now happily change his sheets everyday if it means he got to fuck you good the night before.

brother i’m so down bad for this himbo he’s making me have unholy thoughts on finals week

[mattsfavbigtitties]

Bestfriend's w/the Triplets (Headcanons)

Warnings: cussing

MASTERLIST TAGLIST

A/n: My little boos;( pls remember that my requests r open and u can ask me anything🤗

- Honestly they are prepared to be bit by you WHENEVER. Literally anywhere you four are, if you’re anywhere close to them you’ll bite them for comfort. Whether it be the arm, a shoulder, maybe a hand and/or finger, their back or could be their chest. Either it be in a comforting way or you just being a brat.

One time when y’all were at a party together and Nick and Chris went off on their own leaving you with Matt. A few minutes goes by or maybe an hour you don’t know honestly, you and Matt have been talking and laughing in a small corner of what it seems was the living room.

You slowly have started to realize how many people were cramped in the same room and moved closer to Matt for comfort. Your anxiety had started to act up and you ended up grabbing his hand and hiding behind him while biting his back shoulder.

The boys never make a scene when this type of thing happens, they usually just let it happen and talk about it later with you in the comfort of his or your home.

On the other hand, when play fighting with them you always seem to use your teeth as the winning deal. And when arguing with them you’d take their arm and bite a little hard lol or when just lazing around with them you’ll lay on their chest with random bite in between videos on the TV.

- When hanging out with them gets a bit boring you’re there to bring up the mood with silly pranks. You loved doing the ‘wiping ‘poo’ on their hand’ when on the toilet. But you favorite their reaction to when you did the fake pregnancy test on them. They were so supportive and happy to become uncles to a lil man/girly.

They honestly don’t really like when you pull the pranks, but they usually recognize it’s pretty funny when they look back and reminisce on it. And every once in a while they’ll all three get together to do one on you too.

- Kissing their cheeks ALL the time. Anytime you finally see them after a while away you immediately kiss their cheek and hug them as a greeting. You love to give secret cheek kisses to each of them. You usually switch the cuddles between them each movie night you guys do and after almost every thirty minutes it seems you kiss their cheek as a way to give affection. And the plus to that is when you really seem to catch them off guard in the most unpredictable way and they get a little red in those cheeks.

- You love telling them random facts you see on the internet. Anywhere you are and something reminds you of that certain fact you learned that earlier day, you immediately tell them about it.

One example is when Chris was talking about chainsaws(somehow) and you told them “Oh my God! This video I watched this morning said they invented chainsaws to help with childbirth in the 18th century, like if the baby got stuck they’d cut away bones and shit to make room for it.”

Another example is when you went with the triplets to the zoo and you saw the koalas. “Guys, did you know that koalas shit and fuck from the same hole? It’s crazy right?” With that Nick replies “UGH, so thankful right now that I am not a koala.”

- They LOVE having you in their videos. Whether it be a car video, just a random vlog, or a little Wednesday video. You always make everything they say more funnier than it would be without you. You make everything that’s not dirty, dirty. The fans do notice they’re more lively when you’re with them too. It’s so cute.

- Singing in a deep voice “Baby, lock the doors and turn the lights down low.” in the middle of hanging out in Nick’s room. He’d look at you with a disgusted face and shout “WHAT?”

Usually you’d sing songs they know/have heard of, but the ones they’ve never heard get them a lot because you choose the most hideous songs ever.

In the kitchen one evening trying to help Chris cook a meal(read cooking Chris a meal) you start singing a recent song you’ve been listening to. “Dear, Chasey Lain. I wrote to explain I’m your biggest fan.” Chris gives you a side eye from where he sat on the table behind you. You keep singing “I just wanted to ask, could I eat your ass? Write back as soon as you can.”

Chris’ mouth drops agape and makes a shocked gasp then screams “WHAT THE FUCK?” You snicker a bit, stirring to mac and cheese. “You’ve had a lot of dick. I’ve had a lot of time-” you bust out laughing when you finally turn to see Chris’ face.

- Most times when with the guys you use cringey pet names to make them laugh. You mostly use ‘snuffaluffagus’ and so much so  that it really is their nickname. On occasion you’ll shock them with a good one, like booger or big daddy.

- One of your favorite days of the week is Saturday. Of course you like every other day too, but those Saturday nights are THE best. The guys(unfortunate for them, but fortunate for you) let you have a girly-like sleepover that one night a week.

You brought up one night how you don’t have any girl friends to do those kinds of things with and they agreed to give you the thought without reason.

They definitely would never take that back as those are the best nights(somehow) for them, but sometimes they think they regret it when you use such suspicious things on them. You usually just use cute face masks and some nail polish on them, but occasionally you’ll bring makeup and tweezers to make them ‘even more beautiful’ you’ll tell them.

TAGLIST: @riowritesitall

[goquokka00]

The Little Things (Jisung Ver.)

The small things he does every day that make you feel oh, so special.

Bangchan | Minho | Changbin | Hyunjin

Jisung | Felix | Seungmin | Jeongin

| Compares Hands |

Jisung is one of those people where I just get the vibe where he'd be one to regularly compare his hands to yours. Why? I don't know. But I just get the feeling that whenever the two of you are cuddling, Jisung's got your hand in his, and he's just...comparing them.

Your hands are so different compared to his. They're smaller, so much more feminine. They're so soft, probably because you use that one lotion you hidden from him every day on them. They're nothing like his, which we've seen pictures of them and dear GOD, his hands are absolutely fine. They're veiny and long, they're probably rough, but are just so gentle.

A lot of times, Jisung will take your hand and place it against his to directly compare them. And he'll comment on it, too. "Your hands are so cute, baby," or, "Our hands look so perfect together." They're never bad comments, he just likes to tell you how he feels.

| Shares Earbuds |

This is probably a given. Jisung loves music, and we all know this. And that means he's open to hearing a whole variety of music, mainly to help inspire him for songs for Stray Kids. Where else is better to get that than from the person he loves the most?

If you guys are ever out in public or walking around, Jisung will almost ask for an earbud so he can listen to whatever you're listening to. It doesn't matter what you're music tastes are, either. Kpop, rock and roll, pop, country, hip hop, rap, indie, latin, jazz, he'll listen to it all. And if he recognizes the song, he'll happily sing the lyrics.

There are other times where Jisung will want to share his earbud with you, too. I feel like he wouldn't play any spoilers for upcoming albums (Bangchan would murder him alive), but he'd play music that he listens to regularly, wanting to expand your own horizons. As a bonus, I also think that the two of you would make one big playlist of both of your favorites, and you'd listen to that together a lot.

| Holds Your Arm |

Jisung really likes to be close to you at all times. And that means that whenever you two are shopping, or going to different places outside of JYPE or your work area, or even the apartment, there are times where his arms are wrapped around whichever arm of yours is closest to him. Sometimes your arms are linked, but other times, he's clinging to your arm.

I do have a strong feeling that he'd mostly do this if his anxiety was acting up. If he was starting to spiral because of crowds, or his thoughts were overwhelming him because of work, he'd cling to you to try and ground himself. And of course, you'd be there to comfort him.

He'd probably apologize for it. He'd feel bad because you'd have to put up with him like that. But you really don't care. You'd gently rub his hand, keeping it there while guiding him to a less populated area so you two could chill and just breathe. And while he'd feel guilty, Jisung would be so grateful for it.

| Back Hugs in the Morning |

I've said this once in my first ever post, and I'll happily say it again. I am a firm believer of Jisung not being a morning person at all. The late nights down at the studio, writing songs for hours until the early hours of the morning just drain him, and getting up is quite literally a chore in Jisung's mind.

And so, while you're probably making breakfast, I think that Jisung would be the kind of person to come up behind you and pull you back against his chest, the man still half-asleep as he rests his head on your shoulder. He refuses to talk, as it takes too much energy. And so all you get are grunts, hums, and any other noises he decides to make.

Jisung will just cling to you for as long as he needs. If you need to walk to a different area of the kitchen while you're cooking, Jisung will just follow you, not giving you any space whatsoever. Even when he's finally awake and alert, he's not letting you go. At least, not until he gets his good morning kiss.

| Spoils You |

Guys, I kid you not, Jisung will buy you anything and everything you want. You want food from that one restaurant you went to a few weeks ago? Done. You spotted a sweater that you really like? It's yours. You need something for a hobby of yours? Say no more. As long as you're happy, Jisung's happy.

It doesn't even matter how expensive it is. Nothing is too expensive if it's for you. You can complain all you want, too. You don't want him to spend all of his money on you? Too bad. You're happy with just being his? Yeah, but Jisung wants to make you even happier.

I also have this irk that Jisung would buy you souvenirs from wherever he travels to. If it reminds him of you, he'll buy it for you and then give it to you once he gets back to South Korea. And I'm not kidding you, this man would be like so giddy as he watches you react to each and every single gift. He just loves to spoil you beyond belief, and he will NEVER stop.

Hey! Firstly, thank you so much for reading this post, and I really hope you enjoyed! If you did, please like, reblog, or comment so I can see how I'm doing with writing and getting feedback! I hope you have a lovely day! Sleep well, stay in good health, and eat something if you haven't! ❤️❤️❤️

[shuenkio]

If your request are open could I request hesseung x taller!bf where heeseung is being very clingy and won't leave his bf alone? Please and thank you!

𝙵𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝙱𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝙲𝚊𝚝 | 🐈‍⬛ [REQUEST]

Paring: Clingy!Heeseung X male!reader

Genre: FLUFF

Cw: Physical touch, skin-ship,

Summary: He's actually a cutie pootie pie.

Non proof read. / Wc: 400+

[Not perfectly fit your request pookie 🥹 imk if there's something wrong]

English is not my first language.

The only thing you could surpass your boyfriend was your height since he's good at all category in this relationship. You were just slightly taller than him, 3 inches, which makes you a little towering over him. Nevertheless, despite being his taller boyfriend, you have to endure all his physical touch almost every single day, even you're a bit taller than him, that didn't stop him to babying you and showering you with all his loves. Not to mention that he love dominate you.

 

While you just let him be, even though you're not the skin-ship type, you're enjoying it. 

 

Everyone would mistake Heeseung for having bad energy and being hard to approach since he has the alpha face, which could kill anyone with his intense piecing, yet he's also very good-looking at the same time. Sometimes when both of you are walking around on the street, most girls ask him for his number, which he declines politely and says, "I already have a boyfriend." That makes the girls immediately apologize, then walk as if nothing happened, embarrassed. 

 

And you love the fact that, once you're alone with him, he goes wild like a golden retriever, clingy and needy for your attention. Not only is he always giving a heart attack by back hugging you from behind, he also loves to give randomly kisses out of the blue and wrap his body around yours even when you're doing your assignment. 

 

One time during the night, when you're catching a cold, you remind him before you go to sleep that there will be no cuddle sessions in the meantime to prevent infection. 

 

He doesn't really care; his head was hard enough to tear a rock, even though your fever never stops raising, as he still manages to snake his hands in when you're asleep, taking you closer till your back hits his chest before snuggling his chin to the crooked of your nape, taking his sweet time breathing in your smell, and soon enough he's also drifting into dreamland with you're in his embrace. 

 

While you're about to go to your part-time job, it was one of the most crazy rides. When you're getting ready, he hugges you. When you're eating your cereal, you've got to eat it on his lap, as his hands will soon turn into your own belt. It's like dealing with a child who doesn't want to leave their mom alone. Pretty stressful with his affection, but having someone who can't go on a day without you gives you another reason to smile. Just be glad you're lucky enough to have Heeseung as your boyfriend, who's a puppy under his black cat mask. 

 

🗣️ please mind my English! ><

🗣️Reblog and like is much appreciated ♥

🗣️ crd to all pics&dividers.

🗣️ My apologies because I only write sub!m!reader 🤧 but there's might be a change sooner ✓ THANKS FOR YOU REQUEST GORGEOUS 🥰

[volturiprincess]

Death Flower

Jane Volturi x Fem human mate

Summary: Jane contradicts a lot but a simple "my little death flower" and its all over.

A/N: I wanted to post this on May 31st since that marks half way to Halloween but I forgot about this WIP. I got some ideas brewing for when October comes around. Its short but anyways....Enjoy💙

__________________🥀____________________

“No”

“No? Why not?”

‘I said no and that is final, so stop pestering me on this”

“Come on my little death flower, let's not be like this”

She stopped walking away and stood on the spot. Here's the thing about being mates with Jane, yes she can be quite difficult to convince to do things, such as cuddling under our favorite open field, but I know a certain trick to persuade her. I noticed this a while ago, she was going to leave for a guard meeting that would start in 30 minutes, but she wanted to leave early but I wanted her to cuddle with me. She’s still not used to affection, which I understand, she took a month to even just hold my hand so I understand that and I respect her boundaries. But as she was getting ready to leave for her meeting I sleepily called out to her “My little storm cloud” and she halted her movements and was instantly in bed with her being the big spoon and I the little one.

I didn't dare to question her sudden change of mind but from that whenever I wanted to “get my way” with her I would casually call her some clever nicknames and she goes with my idea. I of course never call her out in front of the others, actually one time I called her my “little rain cloud” in front of Alec. He instantly looked at Jane and started teasing her and would call her the same nickname for days until Jane threatened to use her ability on him, that for sure shut him up. I promised to her that I would never call her said nicknames in front of others. 

Jane also from what I can say is she doesn't like being called the traditional nicknames, once in a while I do call her darling or my love but it doesn't get the same reaction as when I call her my other nicknames. It's just so amusing to see her halt her every thought and movements when I call her such names, but what makes my heart flip is when she looks at me and you can see a very small smile spreading onto her angelic face. 

“What is it that you wanted to do again?”

Oh man I got her so good, I almost feel bad in kind of manipulating her with my nicknames but man she always gets her way a majority of the time. She always gets the final say but I guess it does feel nice to finally be able to have a small win with her. And gosh that smile she does is so sweet, it's hard to imagine her being able to cause such pain with her gaze when she has such an angelic smile. 

“Oh right, um I wanted you be my Morticia to my Gomez”

“But Halloween is not for another five months?”

“I know but that's going to be our couple costume”

“Hmm we will see”

“Come on Jane, it ill be perfect, I already treat you like you are the only person in my life, I even call you the nicknames that are very similar to what Gomez calls Morticia”

“I said we will see”

I know she likes the idea, she just won't admit it. I think she would make a beautiful Morticia, but in this case she will be a blonde Morticia. In no way will I make her wear a wig to cover her golden locks that I love so much. In my case I would be a female version of Gomez, I'm also at the point of convincing the others to be characters from “The Addams Family”. Felix will definitely be Lurch no doubt, but for some reason im stuck with the thought that Alec and Demetri would be a great Pugesly and Wednesday. They will be my next victims to convince them to go along with my crazy plan. I grabbed her hand to place a gentle slow kiss on it, I felt her literally melt at the touch.

“Fine we will do it, but you dare make me wear a wig I will have Alec use his smoke on you”

Shivering at her little “threat” which I know she will never do, she has said that many times in the past and has never once done it to me.

“I would never want to cover your blonde locks my dear thundercloud”

“...Good”

Being Jane’s mate has its downs but if you play your cards right it can have its perk. 

[rollinouttahere-writes]

Hello! Could I request A, G, K, P, and S for Cp0 Kaku Please?

I admittedly based this more off his CP9 days because I haven't gotten far enough to see him as a CPO agent. I hope that's okay! Also thank you for requesting Kaku, I owe you a kiss on the forehead.

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

He's very old fashioned, and that comes out strong in his affection for you. He displays all four love languages pretty evenly, but he leans the most into acts of service. He loves to do things for you and make himself feel useful. In the early days, he tries to endear himself to you by doing favors. Things like repairing something that broke in your home or running errands in your place if you're too busy. He also wants to be seen as a provider by you. He wants you to rely on him, and he also simply enjoys giving you gifts; particularly if he made them. I headcanon that he's incredible at woodwork in general, so he could fully furnish your whole home if you don't stop him.

As for physical touch, he's very polite about it at first. In the beginning, he'll hook his arm with yours, rest his hand on the small of your back, and hold hands with you. He might even kiss your hand if he feels like the day with you is going well. As he gets more bold and comfortable, he also enjoys hugging you from behind and kissing your forehead.

His affection starts off mild and polite, but the more the obsession grows, the more intense it gets. Every interaction leaves him wanting more, and he's so desperate to get the next high that he'll make excuses as to why you seem to not want it. You're just shy, or maybe you had a bad experience and don't feel safe with him yet. That's got to be all it is.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

Not at all. He would be genuinely offended if you so much as insinuated that it was a game. He loves you! How could you possibly think that this is just a game to him? All that he wants is to have a nice life with you by his side. He's 100% genuine in his love and want for you. Escape attempts are usually excused as being something else. Like you just wanting fresh air or needing to get something from the store. If he sees it for what it actually is, he gets really quiet. He feels hurt that his darling would want to run away from him. Is he not good enough? He decides that that must be it, so he doubles down on affection and spending time with you. You just felt neglected, that's all.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

You two were getting mistaken for a married couple since you first started spending time together. He's always calling you dear and regarding you with such soft and genuine affection that everyone assumes you're newly weds or something. This works out great for Kaku because that's pretty much how he feels right off the bat. He doesn't open himself up easily, so if he let you in enough to actually date you, he's already pondering what to get you for your first wedding anniversary. He knows that you two aren't married yet, but he has occasional slip ups where he'll refer to you as his spouse.

Once you're happily married and living together (read: kidnapped), he plays the part of a doting husband. He's kissing you the second he walks through the door even if he has to hold you in place for it. He'll make small talk about your respective days while you two cook dinner together. When that's done, he'll cuddle up to you on the couch while talking about how much he loves and appreciates you. This man wants to play pretend that he has a perfectly normal life, and he'll get you to participate in that delusion one way or another.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

Kaku is an extremely patient man in general, and that applies to you. As long as no outside force pushes him to act quickly, he could play the part of a perfectly normal and loving boyfriend for years. You'll never see his true nature coming because what few slip ups he has are either very minor or justifiable.

After the rug has been pulled out from under you, and you start to fight back against him, he's still very patient. He's so delusional and good at justifying your behavior that most of the things you do don't even phase him. Genuinely upsetting him takes a lot and will actually make him withdraw for a bit while he tries to figure out how to fix it.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

It's a combination of his childhood and him being dissatisfied with how his life currently is. He feels a constant ache for the family he once had before he was orphaned, and there is nothing that he wants more than to have his own family and finally be able to heal through that.

On top of that, he doesn't like being a Cipher Pol Agent. It's just what he is, and he feels like he's trapped because that isn't exactly a job you can just quit. He craves normalcy and loves the appeal of a mundane life. He sees his darling as an opportunity to finally have that.

[spennsrs]

making out with spencer in a bathroom?!

/)/) ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀❝ MAKING OUT BLURB ❞ ( . .) ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀➥ reader referred to as 'you' ( づ♡ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀➥ HEY... making out ahead, getting lil Hot and Heavy ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀perhaps

it's not hard to get spence Going i feel, ya hear?

he's already so infatuated with you and kissing you and touching you, it's almost like you have to control him to not make out with you

his favorite place to make out with you is in bed while cuddling, as basic and cliche as it is. he loves the intimacy of your shared space, with his beloved partner, hands all over your body... he just wants to feel you all over, to memorize your every nook and crevice of your body.

but at a party thrown by shayne and courtney, spencer got... a little too needy.

while going to grab a drink, spence grabs your arm and drags you to the nearby bathroom, not paying a lick of attention to whoever tried to talk to either of you. spence was locked in, you just looked too good tonight and he knew better than to feel you up in front of his friends and co-workers... that was a fantasy for him and him alone.

once in the bathroom, spencer closed the door and locked it, wasting no time pressing you against the painted wood of the door. his body slots against yours, hands quickly finding purchase on your sides and lips locking with yours. the kiss is slow and careful at first, quickly growing hot and needy, tongues and teeth clashing, bodies flush against each other. when you both pull from the kiss, you're in a daze and panting hard as spencer presses his lips down from your lips, along your jaw, down the column of your throat, and finally to his destination: your collarbone. still a bit confused, you stand there against the door, one hand threaded in his messy curls, the other gripping at the front of his shirt to keep him close.

"...just couldn't wait til we got home, huh?" "shut up. not my fault my partner is hot as fuckin' hell itself. aphrodite herself would be fuckin' jealous of you, babe."

he certainly knew how to keep you going with that sweet tongue of his. your hand gently tugs at his locks as his teeth sink into your sensitive flesh, drawing the prettiest gasp from you he ever heard. god, he was so in love with you. suckling on your skin, he leaves a dark hickey at the corner of where the collar of your tank top laid, where everyone could see. good, spencer wanted everyone to see, wanted to show off what was his. another gasp leaves your lips at the feeling of his hot fingers on your cold skin (you really should've brought at least a jacket), running under your tank to feel your skin. soft moans leave your lips as he feels up your torso.

the fact that the two of you were at a party had completely left his mind, too lost in the feeling of having his beloved trapped between his body and the door. he couldn't care, you smelled so good, tasted so good, he needed more, needed to hear your moans, your gasps, see your face when you-

knock knock knock

dammit, right as he was about to take things to the next step...

you both pause your actions, spencer lifting his head to look at the door. his cheeks flush a soft pink, and you don't miss the shy smile on his lips. there's a few more knocks before whoever was waiting eventually walked away. the two of you stand there for a moment, catching your breath and at least trying to control your hands.

"so... i'm taking this as you telling me you're ready to go home?" "damn right i do."

[4littlefishies]

The 36th Floor - Welcome Back

satoru gojo x suguru geto

warnings: none

wc: 10.4k

previous chapter here

The next few days of their vacation are very similar to the ones before, consisting of going to the beach and snorkeling, heading into town to do some shopping around, relaxing and watching movies, and of course defiling just about every surface in the house that they could. 

“What if we just stay here forever?” Suguru asks as they lay in a hammock that’s tucked back into a small clearing off the beach sitting on a deck. The house is visible through the trees while they swing gently back and forth in the cool evening breeze. In the other direction, the pinkish orange sky meets the horizon, the sun seemingly falling into the vast ocean. Satoru cranes his neck to look down at where Suguru lays with his head against his chest. Their arms are wrapped around each other comfortably, fitting perfectly together like puzzle pieces.

“Well…” Satoru starts. Suguru rests his chin on Satoru’s chest as he looks up at him, waiting to hear his answer. “I don’t think Shoko would be very happy with us, and I would miss Shiro way too much.” He explains, being the more sane of the two for once. Suguru takes a slow breath and lets it out just as slowly.

“Shoko can bring Shiro down and we can all stay here.” Suguru suggests a solution, still looking up at Satoru with a soft smile, actually thinking about and picturing it. The closer they get to heading back home, the more he thinks about going back to work and ultimately, about the possibility of a new position. One that would take him away from where he happily sits at his cubicle with Satoru and Shoko every day. One that would change everything about his job. One that would probably change just about everything in his life. He does his best to push it to the back of his mind, rather trying to focus on enjoying their final days of vacation before they have to head back to Tokyo. 

Satoru’s fingers wiggling in between the strands of his hair and rubbing against his scalp is enough to bring him back to the present. The sound of the tide bubbling up onto the soft sand in the near distance fills the air around them; the faint sound of birds chirping and the greenery swaying in the gentle wind. It’s the evening of their second to last day before they head back home and they lay pressed up against each other in the hammock at the back of the house. Satoru suggested that they bring out pillows and blankets to keep them cozy while they watch the sun set, so that’s exactly what they did. Satoru carried out pillows from their bed while Suguru grabbed a couple of the fluffy blankets from the living room. They set up their comfy hanging cocoon and climbed in, ready to watch the sun fall below the horizon. 

“I think you’d start to miss Tokyo.” Satoru says, his fingers slowly massaging Suguru’s scalp. “You’d miss the view from my apartment.” He continues, talking mindlessly as they both turn back to look at the sunset. “You’d miss the cafe. What would we say to Yuji?” 

Suguru thinks about it, pressing his lips together. “As long as you’re there, it doesn’t matter to me.” He smiles, feeling Satoru’s arms tighten around him. 

“I love you, you know that?” Satoru says, looking down at his dark haired boyfriend with a gentle smile once again. 

“I do.” Suguru says, looking up, mirroring the soft smile on his face. He looks back to the sunset and feels as Satoru presses a kiss to the top of his head, the feeling of his soft lips lingering for a moment before they pull away again. 

“I can’t wait to go on so many more vacations with you, Sugu.” Satoru says, his hand slowly pulling out of Suguru’s hair and moving down to rub slow circles on his back. “There isn’t anyone else I’d rather do this with.” 

“I sure hope there isn’t.” Suguru jokes, especially as they’re cuddled up against one another, legs tangled together and tucked in together under the fluffy blanket. “Maybe Shiro, but nobody else.” 

“Sugarplum, you’re the only person I would wanna be snuggled up with in a hammock on the beach with, Shiro included.” Satoru says, the smile loud in his voice. Suguru chuckles lightly at the nickname.

“How is it that you keep coming up with new names to call me?” Suguru asks, smiling against the soft fabric of Satoru’s tshirt. “You’re eventually gonna have to run out.”

“Oh, on the contrary, my love. I have quite the arsenal of names stored up for you.” Satoru retorts. Suguru raises his eyebrows, still looking at the sunset in front of them.

Now Suguru’s curious as to what names Satoru has tucked away in his mind. “Oh really? Like what?” 

“I can’t tell you now. If I tell them to you now then it’s not as fun. They have to come out organically, Sugu.” Satoru explains his reasoning as his hand continues the slow circles on Suguru’s back.

“You can’t even tell me one?” Now that Satoru won’t tell him, he wants to know even more. He’s not exactly sure that he believes that he has as many as he says he does, but somehow Satoru seems to have a new one every week, so his interest is piqued. 

“Okay, you get one. But don’t ask for any more.” Satoru starts. As he’s racking his brain, trying to decide which one to reveal, Suguru watches his thinking face, waiting patiently. 

“I thought you had an arsenal, why is it taking so long?” Suguru teases, looking up at Satoru.

“Okay, okay, calm down Rapunzel, don’t rush me.” Satoru finally says, shaking his head with a smile.

“So I’m both Sleeping Beauty and Rapunzel?”

“Mmhm! You’re my beautiful princess.” Satoru agrees, giving Suguru another squeeze. Suguru chuckles, thinking about it. “Then that makes me your prince.” He carries on, a smug grin on his face.

Suguru smirks. “Hmm,” He clicks his tongue. “I think you’re actually more like a frog.” He teases, knowing it’ll get a rise out of Satoru.

“Hey!” They both laugh together at his reaction. “You’d still kiss me though, right?” 

“Of course I would.” Suguru responds almost reflexively. There’s a moment of silence before Suguru looks up at Satoru only to see him with his eyes screwed shut and his lips puckered dramatically, obviously waiting for a kiss from Suguru. He smiles to himself and stretches his neck up to meet his lips to Satoru’s briefly before settling back comfortably into his arms again. The sun is just starting to touch the horizon, the giant ball of fire in the pink sky finally starting to sink slowly into the blue sea. They sit for a while, admiring the purple wispy clouds painting the sky above them as it slowly transitions from an orangey pink into a dark purple and into blue. “I think we should just stay here forever.” Suguru returns to his earlier question, answering it for himself. 

“It really is pretty, isn’t it?” Satoru says, still looking at the real life painting in the sky in front of them. 

“Yeah.” Suguru gives a simple response, too enthralled by the view to think of anything else. They sit in comfortable silence, watching as the sun slowly gets smaller and smaller before the sliver of light finally disappears underneath the horizon. Suguru looks up at Satoru after a few minutes, noticing how he seems to be spaced out looking at the sky. “What ’cha thinkin’ about?” He asks, curiously.

“I’m still thinking about that cheesecake from dinner the other night.” Satoru says with a smile on his face as he brings his chin to his chest, looking down at Suguru where he lays. Suguru rolls his eyes, but can’t help but chuckle. 

“I should’ve known. You haven’t shut up about it.” Suguru points out. Since their dinner at the resort restaurant, Satoru had been ranting and raving about how tasty and delightful the cake was.

“And I don’t think I ever will.” He presses a quick kiss to the top of Suguru’s head.

“I think the restaurant is open until ten…” Suguru starts, waiting for Satoru to look down at him once again. Once he does, his eyebrows are knitted together, waiting for him to continue with his sentence. “I bet if we called, we could order some here.” Suguru suggests, finishing his thought. After the first day that Satoru didn’t shut up about it, he looked on their website to see if you could order it to go, and he already knew that it was a possibility; he was saving that info for the last night when he planned on getting a couple pieces as a sorry-our-vacation-is-ending surprise, but figured now was as good a time as ever.

Satoru lets out a gasp at the mere thought of it. “You think?!” He asks, looking at Suguru now with a crazed look in his eye. Suguru nods his head with a soft chuckle. “Well what are we still laying here for?!” He asks loudly, suddenly trying to sit up so that he could run back to the house.

“Satoru! You’re gonna flip us!” Suguru shouts, but it’s already far too late. Satoru sitting up had resulted in Suguru being dumped out onto the ground with Satoru falling right on top of him. “Ow! Get off!” Satoru hurries off of him with a laugh, the two of them now tangled in a mess of pillows and blankets. “You’re heavy and I his my elbow super fucking hard.” Suguru grumbles as he sits up, finally getting his bearings.

“Do you want me to kiss it better?” Satoru asks with a pout and an overly obnoxious baby voice.

Suguru stares blankly back at him, waiting in silence, stunned for a moment. “Please never speak like that again.” He says, completely ignoring Satoru’s question.

“So is that a no?” Suguru rolls his eyes and tries to hide a smile before offering his elbow towards Satoru who smiles and enthusiastically gives it a kiss. They sit in their nest of blankets, now on the deck below the hammock for a moment before finally standing up and gathering everything up and starting to head back to the house. “Do you think they’ll give us a full cake if I ask?” Satoru implores, his mind obviously still on the unforgettable dessert. 

“Toru, I bet if you ask, they’ll give you as many cakes as you want.” Suguru says, his arms full of pillows as they walk the sandy path back, feeling the cool, rough sand in between his toes as they walk. Satoru picks up his pace upon hearing Suguru’s words, nearly taking off in a full sprint towards the house, leaving Suguru in his dust. Suguru chuckles to himself as he watches Satoru hurry ahead, running into the open doors of the living room. He tosses the blankets haphazardly onto the couch before running towards the bedroom to grab his phone. 

By the time Suguru makes it back to the house, Satoru is already leaning up against the kitchen island and his hand to his ear, already on the phone with the restaurant. “Hi Riko, would I be able to get an entire cake?” He hears Satoru ask as he heads into the bedroom to put the pillows back on the bed. Suguru chuckles silently to himself but isn’t surprised in the slightest. If anything, he’s surprised that he’s only asking for one cake. Normally, two people probably wouldn't finish an entire cake in 36 hours, but Satoru could do it just by himself and still have plenty of time left over, so Suguru doesn’t really see an issue with it; he also loves how excited Satoru gets when he finds something that he likes this much. Suguru can faintly hear the voice on the other end of the phone as he makes it back to the kitchen. “Yes… Yes, we’re at number 6… Thank you very much Riko!” Satoru uses the girl’s name enthusiastically as he makes excited eyes at Suguru while he finishes up the call. 

“What did Riko say?” Suguru asks, leaning up against the counter opposite of where Satoru stands. He crosses his arms across his chest with a beaming smile, completely smitten with Satoru and the way he’s reacting about a cake. 

Satoru sets his phone down on the counter to the side of him and looks at Suguru with an excited smile on his face. “It’ll be here in ten minutes.”

“Really?” Satoru nods his head. “That’s quick.” Suguru points out, surprised with how seemingly easy it is to have a full cake at your doorstep in ten minutes. 

“Mmhm.” Satoru pushes off from where he stands against the island and steps forward to stand in front of Suguru, leaning his hands on the edge of the counter on either side of Suguru’s hips. He gets his face close to Suguru’s with a mischievous looking grin, looking into his eyes, but darting away for a moment to look down at his lips before returning back up to his warm and inviting eyes. 

“Still thinking about cheesecake?” Suguru asks with a smirk, his breath tickling Satoru’s lips. His eyes do the same, darting down to Satoru’s lips as well, waiting for them to finally come together. 

“Mmm,” He hums from low in his throat. “Something a little sweeter, actually.” Satoru says before closing the gap between their lips. Suguru smiles against his lips as his hands find their way to Satoru’s hips, pulling him in closer. Satoru lifts one hand from the counter and brings it up to rest under Suguru’s jaw, pulling him closer as their lips work with each other. Suguru takes Satoru’s bottom lip in between his teeth, tugging on it lightly for a moment before letting it go. Satoru smiles at the feeling, his other hand coming up to the other side of Suguru’s face. 

Suguru’s fingers grip into Satoru’s sides, needily pulling him even closer as they continue kissing like it’s their first time. He groans into Satoru’s mouth, letting his head fall back as Satoru moves to leave open mouthed kisses all over the side of his neck. “Fuck, Toru.” He moans at the feeling of his hot mouth on his skin. 

“Yeah?” Satoru asks, looking at Suguru with a smirk for just a second before diving back into his neck, starting to suck lightly underneath his jaw. 

“Mmhm.” Suguru hums in response, his eyes fluttering shut as Satoru continues leaving a dark purple mark on the side of his neck. He doesn’t care, knowing that it’ll be faded by the time they have to leave. “You wanna tell me what you want?” He asks, sure that Satoru is doing this because he wants Suguru to bend him over the kitchen island. He doesn’t have a problem with that, but he just wants to hear Satoru say it.  

“I just like kissing you, Sugu.” He says sweetly, catching Suguru by surprise. “Do you wanna tell me what you want?” Satoru teases back.

Suguru is slightly flustered by his response, not really expecting it. “Well, usually when you’re like this, it’s because you’re trying to get me to fuck you.” Suguru teases back, poking his tongue in his cheek with a smirk. 

“Sugu, I think you have a dirty mind.” Satoru continues playing along, poking a long slender finger at Suguru’s chest.

“I have a dirty mind?” Sugar starts, a cheeky smile on his face. “You’re the one that has been trying to seduce me all week.” Satoru lets out a dramatic gasp, clutching his hand to his chest.

“Seduce you? Suguru, I know you don’t look at yourself all the time, but I look at you quite a lot, and if you were me, you’d want a piece of you too.” 

Suguru chuckles at his explanation, shaking his head at his cheesy line. “A piece of me?” 

“Yeah.” Satoru nods his head, furrowing his eyebrows like Suguru should understand exactly what he means. “It’s like you don’t know how hot you are, Sugu.” He continues explaining. Suguru shakes his head with a grin. Satoru still stands right in front of him, looking at him with a smile on his face. Suguru can’t help but lean forward and press a quick kiss to each dimple on either side of his mouth. “Are you even listening to me?” Satoru asks, his voice rising in pitch with his question.

Suguru shakes his head, looking into Satoru’s eyes for a moment with a brazen smile on his face. His eyes dart back down to Satoru’s lips for a second time before looking back up to his eyes. “It’s hard to concentrate on anything you’re saying when you look like that.” Suguru says, slightly teasing him back, but not entirely lying. “I can’t believe you’re all mine.” He says, bringing their faces closer together again. The grin on Satoru’s face grows wider and his dimples grow deeper as he looks at the mark he’d left on Suguru’s neck. 

“Of course I’m yours…” Satoru starts as he brings one hand to the front of Suguru’s crotch, palming him lightly through his sweats. Suguru’s eyes close at the feeling as his head falls back once again. Satoru nestles himself back into Suguru’s neck, picking up where he left off and leaving hot wet kisses all over it. 

Suguru bites his bottom lip, before breathing out a shaky, “Hah.” Satoru smiles against his neck, hearing and feeling the effect he’s having on him. Satoru takes his hand away, but grinds his hips forwards against Suguru’s, moving away from his neck and back to his lips. Things keep heating up, Suguru letting his tongue make its way into Satoru’s mouth while Satoru lightly sucks on it, feeling Suguru trying to pull him impossibly closer.

The sound of the doorbell makes them both jump. The slow simple melody consisting of eight notes ringing out through the house lets them know that there’s someone at the door. Satoru seems to forget all about what was going on when his eyes widen, looking at Suguru excitedly. 

“It’s here!” Satoru shouts out as he hurries towards the front door, leaving Suguru feeling lonely and frustrated in the kitchen.

Suguru shakes his head. “Blue balls for some fucking cake.” He grumbles to himself and rolls his eyes as he hears Satoru open the front door. He crosses his arms across his chest once again as he goes to sit on one of the barstools at the edge of the island, waiting for Satoru to come back. “That wasn’t even five minutes, I thought you said ten?” Suguru says as Satoru rounds the corner back into the kitchen, slightly irritated that they were interrupted.

“She said they already had this one prepared! It was supposed to go to someone else but they didn’t want it. Can you believe that?!” Satoru asks, surprised that someone could change their mind on something that tasted as good as this cake. Suguru has a soft smile on his face as he looks up at a very thrilled Satoru. Satoru brings the box over to stand next to Suguru, wanting to open it together with him. He lifts the lid and reveals a perfectly decorated cake, covered in juicy strawberries and perfectly placed edible flowers. 

“Oooh.” They both coo in unison as they see the perfectly decorated cake sitting in the box. Satoru takes it out, not wanting to wait another second before digging in. He grabs a couple of plates from the cabinet and sets them on the counter.

“You want a piece, right?” Satoru asks, picking up two pieces and putting them on one of the plates for himself.

“Just one please.” Suguru says with a smile, sitting with his chin resting in his palm. Satoru serves up a piece for him and passes it to him along with a fork. The perfectly cut slice sits on the plate in front of him while he waits a moment before eating, wanting to watch Satoru’s reaction at his first bite. Satoru quickly takes a bite of one of the two pieces on his plate and immediately closes his eyes at the taste.

“Oh my-” He cuts himself off, letting his head fall back as he stares up at the ceiling. “Sugu, I would die for this cake.” Suguru chuckles, amused by his hyperbolic statement. 

“Baby, I don’t think that’s really necessary.” Suguru says with a head shake as he slices off his first bite with the fork. “I think you can just eat it, no dying required.” He brings the bite to his mouth and immediately understands why Satoru would say that. “It’s really good but I’m not sure that I’d die for it.” He says, looking back over at Satoru who’s quickly devouring the cake on his plate. 

“I don’t know Suguru, there aren't a lot of things I wouldn’t do for some of this cake.” Satoru continues, raising his eyebrows at Suguru as he goes for another bite, already finishing the first piece on his plate.

“Satoru, If you inhale that any faster you’re gonna choke, and I’m not gonna help you.” Suguru teases slightly, but also worries, watching as Satoru immediately goes into the second piece. Satoru shakes his head as he chews with furrowed brows.

“Oh don’t worry, Gugu, I’m very good at eating cake.” Satoru says, putting on his best act at sounding completely serious. Suguru smirks to himself and Satoru immediately clocks it. “You dirty minded pervert.” Satoru says, shaking his head with narrowed eyes and a smirk as he looks at Suguru. “What are you, 15?”

“I didn’t say anything!” Suguru defends himself with widened eyes, unable to keep a smile from his face as he says it, knowing he’s been caught.

“You like the way I eat cake...” Satoru says, doing his best to make his voice sound alluring. Suguru just presses his lips together, shaking his head slowly as he looks down at the counter. The smirk is laced tightly in his tone as he speaks his next words. “I can tell by the sounds you make.” 

“Okayyy, baby!” He emphasizes. “How about we go up top?” Suguru suggests, feeling his cheeks and the tips of his ears heat up suddenly. He gestures his head up towards the ceiling, wanting to go lay up on the deck and look at the stars. 

“I’ll clean this up and we can go.” Satoru says with raised eyebrows, nodding his head reassuringly, choosing not to tease him any further. Suguru picks up his plate and grabs Satoru’s from him with a quick kiss, taking care of it for him. “Thank you, Sugu.” Satoru says, giving Suguru a quick second kiss as he hands over his plate.

“You head up, I'll be right out.” Suguru says as he sets the plates in the sink to clean them off. 

“Don’t be too long.” Satoru says, pressing a sloppy kiss to Suguru’s cheek before hurrying up the stairs. 

Suguru wipes the wet mess off his cheek with a smile and quickly cleans the plates and sets them to the side of the sink to dry off. He hurries into the bedroom and into the closet. He opens up his suitcase and pulls out a box of beni imo tarts. He had already planned on giving them to Satoru tonight, even before the entire cake ordeal. Somehow, he always seems to have room for more sweets, no matter how much he’s already had, so he didn’t see a problem with giving them to him now.

Suguru holds the box in one hand and he hurries out and up the stairs to the roof. He steps outside to see Satoru already out laying down on the daybed, his hands locked together behind his head as he looks up to the dark night sky. Suguru strolls over, trying to keep quiet, but Satoru somehow seems to notice that he’s there. 

“The moon isn’t out tonight. That makes it even better for seeing stars.” Satoru says as Suguru approaches.

“How did you know I was here?” Suguru asks, walking up beside the bed and sitting down before lying down next to Satoru, the box of tarts sitting right beside him. 

Satoru shrugs his shoulders, looking up at Suguru as he sits down. “I dunno, just did, I guess.” He explains, sounding completely serious. 

“I brought you something.” Suguru says, turning his head to look at Satoru who quickly sits up. 

“You did!? What is it?” Satoru asks, immediately curious as to what Suguru could possibly have for him. Suguru sits up and hands over the box of beni imo tarts. 

“I know you just had cake, but I already planned on giving these to you.” Suguru explains softly as Satoru looks down at the box in his hands. He immediately opens it, eager to try one already. “But I know how you are, so of course you’d have to at least try one.” He continues on, watching with a soft smile as Satoru pulls out the first tart and takes a bite before offering a bite to Suguru.

“When did you get these?!” Satoru asks in the middle of swallowing the bite that’s currently in his mouth.

“I went into town while you were still asleep yesterday morning.” Suguru explains, taking the piece that Satoru shoves at him with a chuckle.

Satoru narrows his eyes at him with a scrunch of his nose. “You sneaky little-” He closes the box back up and sets it aside before leaning forward to give Suguru another sweet kiss, a smile on his lips as they meet. “Thank you, Sugu. They’re delicious.” 

“You’re welcome.” Suguru whispers back against his lips. Satoru presses one last quick kiss to Suguru’s lips before the two of them lie back down on their backs, looking up to the sky. 

They stay like that for a while while Satoru points out the same constellations as before, as well as pointing out some new ones that weren’t visible before with the moon in the sky.

“Do you see that really bright one right there?” Satoru asks, pointing to one of the brightest stars in the sky above them.

“Yeah.” 

“Well, you can’t really see the rest of the stars in the constellation, but that star’s called Vega; It’s part of the constellation Lyra.” Satoru continues explaining, bringing out his random star knowledge once again. “Vega is the fifth brightest star in the sky, so it’s pretty easy to find.” 

“How do you know all this?” Suguru asks, wanting to know more about Satoru’s hidden interest. 

“Pretty much every year I was able to take an astronomy class in school, I did. I don’t really know why, it just seemed like it would be something easy to pass, but it turned out to be really interesting.” Satoru continues as Suguru turns his head to watch him talk. He smiles at the way Satoru talks about it. “It’s too bright in the city to see anything, so I really like when I can get away and really see the stars.” 

“I guess we’ll have to take trips like this more often then, huh?” Suguru suggests, his head still turned to the side looking at Satoru. 

“Absolutely.” Satoru agrees, turning his head. Their eyes meet, smiles on both of their faces as they sit in silence for a moment before Suguru sits up and rests his head up on his hand, propped up on his elbow to lean over and press a delicate kiss to Satoru’s lips. 

“I like watching you be a nerd about something.” Suguru teases lightly, looking down at Satoru with a soft smile on his face. “It’s cute.” 

Satoru smiles back up at him, reaching his arm up to pull him back down for another kiss. “If it’s anything like when you nerd out at work, then I understand.” He says with a smile still on his face. “It’s hot when you get all into something you’re working on.” Suguru chuckles and shakes his head slightly before Satoru stops him. “I’m serious! You always get this serious look on your face; your nose scrunches up a little and you furrow your eyebrows, you really look like you mean business and it’s sexy.” 

“Really?” Suguru asks, unaware of the faces he makes when he’s really concentrating on something.

“Yes! I’ll show you the picture I have on my phone later.” Satoru reassures him, smiling at the thought of the picture in his camera roll.  

“You have a picture of it?!” Suguru asks, surprised to hear this information.

“Of course I do! How could I not?” Satoru shoots back before Suguru lays back down on his back and they look back up to the sky. “I bet the office is falling apart without you.” Satoru continues. 

“What? Why?” Suguru asks, his eyebrows come together, slightly confused. “And why just me?” 

“Sugu, I think you work harder than anyone in the entire office. I don’t know why you haven’t been promoted yet.” His voice is sweet, but completely serious.

As soon as the words leave Satoru’s mouth, Suguru feels a tiny pit in the bottom of his stomach. He still hasn’t said anything to Satoru about the new position that there’s a slight possibility of him getting. He had had a meeting with Nanami about it, but there was another person from another branch hoping for the job as well, so it stayed mostly at the back of his head. He assumed that they’d probably give it to the other person, being that he’s been at the company for less than a year, so he’s glad that he never brought it up to Satoru. At least I didn’t get his hopes up for nothing. He chuckles dryly, but it goes unnoticed by Satoru. “I don’t know, I feel like there’s others that do a lot more than me.” Suguru respectfully objects. 

“Suguru.” Satoru starts, sitting up and crossing his legs, turning to look at Suguru seriously. “You’ve worked here for almost a year and I don’t think things have ever been better in the office, and I’m not just saying that because I’m in love with you,” Suguru chuckles, sitting up to face Satoru with his legs crossed as well. “I’m saying it because you’re genuinely so good at your job and you deserve a promotion.” 

Suguru feels his cheeks heat up slightly at Satoru’s compliments. “You think so?” 

“Yes! Before you were there, Nanami was always stressed about something. You help him out so much it’s crazy that you don’t have his job by now.” Satoru continues, praising Suguru for how good he is at his job. 

“Are you sure that he wasn’t just stressed because of you?” Suguru asks, teasing Satoru slightly, but also being serious. He knows that even though Satoru does his job, the way he does it causes Nanami - and Utahime - an incredible amount of stress.

“That’s besides the point.” Satoru waves off his question and Suguru chuckles, knowing that means he’s probably right. “You should be working with Yaga at headquarters or something.” Satoru continues, grabbing onto Suguru’s hands and holding them tightly in his own, shaking them to get his point across.

Suguru feels the pit in his stomach grow slightly and his face feels warm. He hopes that Satoru doesn’t notice the clammy feeling in his palms. Maybe… He just presses his lips together, looking down at his hands in Satoru’s. “Thank you, baby.” He says with a warm smile, looking up at Satoru and into his eyes. His face is dim without the moonlight there to illuminate their faces tonight. 

“It’s getting a little chilly, are you cold?” Satoru changes the subject, feeling a shiver run up his spine at the cool night time breeze that blows through the two of them. 

Suguru is thankful for the change in subject and immediately pulls his crew neck over his shoulders and hands it over to Satoru for him to put on, knowing that his question was his way of saying that he was cold.

“You won’t get cold?” Satoru asks, looking at him with wide eyes, reluctant to take it at first.

Suguru shakes his head as Satoru pulls it over his head, feeling the residual warmth in the fabric. “I’m fine, I was a little warm anyways.” The faint cool breeze blows over his warm skin, effectively cooling him down fairly quickly. 

Satoru smiles back at him, taking in the warm scent surrounding him. “Thank you, Suguboo.” He says with a smile, leaning forwards to press a kiss to Suguru’s lips. 

“You’re welcome, my love.” Suguru responds, his voice as warm as the sweatshirt he gave to Satoru. Satoru smiles at the sound; Suguru’s voice warms his heart from the inside out. They lay back down and stay outside a little while longer, looking up at the night sky, even seeing a shooting star, which has Satoru shouting enthusiastically as it trails across the sky.

“Hey, shhh. Someone’s gonna complain if you’re too loud so late at night.” Suguru hushes him as Satoru cheers excitedly.

“Let them complain! I haven’t seen a shooting star in who knows how long. Years!” Satoru shoots back, while Suguru chuckles softly, only slightly worried that one of their neighbors might be able to hear them. 

It’s not long before Satoru is stretching his arms up with a yawn. “I think it might be time for bed.” Suguru notices and says, sitting up with a yawn as well, looking down at Satoru where he lays, his eyes looking heavy. “And no, you’ll freeze if you fall asleep and stay out here all night.” Suguru continues, knowing that Satoru will object and suggest sleeping outside.

“You know me so well.” Satoru says with a cheeky grin, rubbing his eyes and sitting up. “Carry me?” He asks with his bottom lip stuck out into a pout, looking up at Suguru with begging eyes.

“Tch.” Suguru chuckles as he stands up while shaking his head, making sure to grab the box of tarts because he knows that Satoru will accidentally forget it. “You have two legs, don't you?” 

“Suguuu.” Satoru whines from his spot on the daybed. Suguru stares back at him for a second, raising his eyebrows at him.

“Okay, okay.” Suguru gives in all too easily, knowing that Satoru is far too stubborn and he won’t give up. “Get over here you big baby.” 

“Yay!” Satoru tiredly celebrates, wrapping his arms around Suguru’s shoulders and holding on tight while Suguru slides his arms under his knees, picking him up seemingly effortlessly while still holding onto the box in one hand. Satoru nestles his head into Suguru’s chest as they head back down the stairs and into their dimly lit bedroom. Suguru sets him down on his side of the bed before continuing into the bathroom. 

Satoru follows after him, needing to brush his teeth before going to bed. “Oh, so you can suddenly walk now?” Suguru asks with a tease laced into his tone, seeing him in the mirror as he clips his hair up.

“Well yeah, I have to brush my teeth at least.” Satoru says like it’s common sense, grabbing his toothbrush and standing next to Suguru as he does the same. Suguru rolls his eyes, holding back a smile as he gets toothpaste onto the brush before handing it off to Satoru.

The two of them quickly run through their bedtime routines before flicking off the lights and climbing into bed, Satoru still wearing Suguru’s sweatshirt from earlier. “You okay with just staying here tomorrow? Use our last day to relax?” Suguru suggests as he rests his head on Satoru’s warm chest. 

Satoru wraps his arms around Suguru, holding him close as they pull the blanket up. “Sounds good to me.” Satoru hadn’t planned much for the second half of the week, so they were already prepared to at least sleep in on their last day. “I hope you had fun this week, Sugu.” 

“I did, baby.” Suguru responds sweetly. “Thank you for planning it.” He continues, speaking quietly into Satoru’s chest. “I can do the next one.” 

“You don’t want me to?” Satoru asks, his hand stroking the back of Suguru’s hair delicately.

Suguru looks back at him with furrowed brows. “Do you want to? I was thinking we could take turns? Or we could just do it together.” He smiles, his eyes falling shut at the feeling of Satoru’s hand on the back of his head.

“I think we should do it together. I had fun, but I think it would be fun to plan it with you next time.” Satoru admits. “I liked surprising you though, it was fun to see your reaction to everything.” 

“Thank you again for planning this all, Toru. It’s been a great week with you.” Suguru says, a yawn starting to interrupt him as he speaks. “We can talk about it when we get back home, okay?” Suguru snakes his own hand up into Satoru’s hair to rub his head slowly. 

The feeling of Suguru’s warm fingers in his hair is enough to have him falling asleep already. “Deal.” Satoru agrees, his head starting to fill with ideas already for their next trip as he quickly drifts off to sleep with Suguru in his arms.

~~~~~~~~~~

 “Suguru, I don’t wanna go home yet.” Satoru says in a quiet whiny tone from their seats on the plane. Even though it wasn’t a long flight - only about two and a half hours - of course Satoru had to get the two of them first class seats on the way there and on the way back home. He wanted their entire vacation to be comfortable from start to finish, and he wasn’t going to skimp on the flight either. 

“Well, considering we’re landing back in Tokyo in about-” He looks down at his wrist that sits empty of a watch, pretending to check the time, “20 minutes, I think it’s a little late for that.” Suguru looks over at where Satoru sits in the airplane seat next to him. 

“How about when we land we just go get on a different plane and go somewhere else?” Satoru suggests, only half joking. “We can just travel forever.”

“You can go ahead and do that, and I’ll tell Nanami Monday morning that you won’t be coming back to work, how does that sound?” He watches with a cocked eyebrow as Satoru throws his head back dramatically against his seat with a quiet groan and a frown. “Is that a no?” 

Satoru turns to look back at him with his eyes widened. “You don’t have to go back either, I can support us both.” Satoru explains, trying to convince him to go along with his hopeful idea, knowing that it probably isn’t going to work.

“What if you leave me?” Suguru asks, still with one eyebrow raised. Satoru’s eyes widen as he brings one hand to his chest with a quiet gasp. 

“Gugu, I’m a little hurt that you think that would ever even cross my mind.” Satoru retorts, shaking his head and leaning it down on Suguru’s shoulder. “You’re stuck with me.” Suguru smiles to himself at his response.

“Alright, what happens when your trust fund baby money runs out?” Suguru asks, slightly teasing him as he presses a soft kiss to the top of Satoru’s head. 

Satoru chuckles lightly. “Don’t worry about that happening, Gugu.” He says, a hint of arrogance in his voice. “We’ll be fine.”

“Even with you spending money like you have the past week?” Suguru asks, slightly surprised. He knows that Satoru’s family has money, but he’s never really implored on how much. If Satoru wants to talk about it, he’ll listen, but he's never planned to ask because it simply isn’t his business.

“Yes, Suguboo. Don’t you worry your pretty little head.” Satoru reassures him, squeezing his knee lightly. They sit quietly, listening to Satoru’s playlist as the plane soon lands back in Tokyo, the two of them finally home after a week away. 

“So are you coming home with me?” Satoru asks, as they make it out to the road to catch a ride after grabbing their suitcases. The early afternoon sun shines brightly down on them, the cool late-autumn-early-winter breeze blowing through as cars pass by, stopping to pick up and drop off countless people. It’s noisy - cars, buses, people talking - but all they acknowledge in front of the busy airport is one another. 

“Baby,” Suguru starts in a wistful tone, looking at Satoru who already has a pout on his face, knowing what answer is coming. “I know you would love that - and I would love that just as much - but I need to unpack my suitcase and get ready for work tomorrow.” Suguru pulls out his phone as he talks, starting to order a ride so he doesn’t have to worry about taking the train to get home. 

“Why don’t you just leave your stuff at my place?” Satoru suggests without giving it a second thought, pulling out his sunglasses and putting them on as he’s squinting in the sunlight. 

Suguru lifts his head from his focus on his phone. “Are you asking me to move in with you?” Suguru asks with a half smile, his nose scrunching and squinting one eye of his own, looking through his furrowed brows, trying to shield his eyes from the bright afternoon sun.

“If I was, what would you say?” Satoru returns smoothly, standing with one hand in his pocket and the other leaning on his suitcase handle, seeming very nonchalant about the entire situation.

Suguru thinks for a moment, feeling his heart racing in his chest. His immediate reaction is to say yes right away, but he takes a second. He wants to give him an answer, but is nervous that if he waits too long it’ll give Satoru the wrong idea. “I’d say give me a day to think about it?” Suguru answers, but it sounds more like a question. He doesn’t know what kind of reaction he was expecting, but he’s surprised when Satoru smiles back at him. 

“Let me know when you make it home, yeah?” Satoru asks, stepping in to press a quick peck to Suguru’s lips. 

“You too.” Suguru says, grabbing and giving his hand a squeeze, realizing that they’re about to part ways for the first time in a week.

“I love you.” Satoru says quickly, a soft smile on his face, sameness laced in his tone, having to finally be apart from Suguru for a night.

“I love you too.” Suguru says, shooting a semi-forced smile back at him, not ready to part ways just yet, but knowing that they have to. 

“See you tomorrow.” Satoru says as he turns and starts his walk towards the train platform to head home.

“See you tomorrow.” Suguru parrots back after him, not entirely wanting to let him go, but needing to get into his arriving ride. It’s a fairly quick one back to his apartment. Suguru thanks the driver as he closes the door behind him and grabs his suitcase, approaching the front doors of his apartment building that seem almost foreign to him after an entire week away. 

He makes his way up the stairs, feeling like he’s about to collapse having to carry his suitcase up. His energy is drained from him after a long morning and early afternoon of traveling, having to take the ferry from Motobu back to Naha before flying back to Tokyo. He rolls his suitcase down the hallway and finally makes it to his door, unlocking it and pushing it open to his apartment. He steps inside with a blank face and a sigh. It’s no Okinawa villa, but it’s home... It doesn’t have Satoru though. He thinks to himself as he makes his way around the corner and opens up his bedroom door. 

Before he does anything else, he pulls out his phone and sends a text to Satoru, letting him know that he got home alright. He checks Satoru’s location and sees that he’s still on the train, but is nearly home as well. Setting his phone down on the counter, he heads into his bedroom, the familiar scent of his home finally filling his nose as he steps inside.  

Although he’s exhausted, he picks up his suitcase and drops it at the edge of his bed with ease, wanting to unpack first thing before doing anything else. He grabs the blue claw clip that sits on his nightstand - a gift from Satoru - and pulls back his hair before neatly clipping it up and out of the way. He unzips his suitcase and opens it up, seeing everything still perfectly packed inside. He gets to work, unpacking dirty clothes and tossing them into the hamper and when done, he pulls out his bathroom bag. He heads into the bathroom and is nearly finished putting everything away when he hears his phone ding from the kitchen counter. 

He heads out to pick it up, knowing that it’s probably Satoru telling him that he made it home. Suguru opens up his phone and is happily surprised with a picture of Satoru with Shiro sitting on his chest. He chuckles to himself before saving the picture to his camera roll.

‘Someone missed you!’ He types out and sends back, sticking his phone into his pocket and heading back into the bathroom to put his last couple things away. 

‘She hasn’t left my side since I walked through the door’

Suguru smiles to himself, excited to see Shiro again tomorrow after work. He puts his suitcase away, having unpacked after only 15 minutes of being home. With a satisfied sigh, he heads into the bathroom, sad to not have the outdoor shower anymore, but also thankful to be back in a familiar space with his own things. 

He takes a quick shower, washing away the tired and unpleasant feeling from traveling, finally starting to feel like he’s back at home. After his shower and quick routine, he pulls on a pair of sweats and a roomy tshirt before settling down in the living room on the couch, picking up his laptop from the coffee table. Suguru opens it up, wanting to at least catch up on reading the emails that he’d missed during their week away from work. 

He puts some music up on the tv to serve as background noise while he clicks through his inbox. His hair is down as he allows it to air dry, his bangs resting in front of his face as he looks down at the screen. He sees the occasional important email that required action, but a majority of them are random things that he’s been cc’d on for who knows what reason or one word replies to emails that he’d sent the week prior. He finally makes it to the emails from Friday and comes upon one from Nanami that he had sent later in the day. He clicks on it, thinking that it’s nothing out of the ordinary. The subject line reads, “Welcome Back.” It was from Friday, but Nanami knew that Suguru wouldn’t be checking his emails until he was back home.

Suguru clicks on it and quickly skims over the words on the screen at first, not expecting much, but is quickly mistaken. His lips part and his mouth falls open ever so slightly. He sits there for a moment, his jaw slack, unsure if his eyes were playing tricks on him from the exhaustion from travel or if what he was reading was actually real. He reads the words over and over again, still not entirely believing that they’re real. 

‘Welcome back, hope you’re feeling well refreshed after your trip. We’ll have an official meeting about it first thing Monday, but I just wanted to let you know as soon as I could.’ 

He feels his heart nearly beating out of his chest as he reads the next sentence slowly, looking carefully and making sure he’s not wildly misunderstanding Nanami’s words. 

‘The other candidate dropped out.’ Suguru swears that he’s having a heart attack right in his living room. The sound of the tv is long gone as he’s zoned out looking at the bright screen of his laptop. His breath is hitched in the back of his throat as he reads the rest of Nanami’s email. 

‘Corporate wants to hire internally, so unless someone else expresses interest, it's basically all you. I’m not saying 100% that the job is yours, but I just wanted to let you know asap. Just stop by my office first thing Monday morning. :) Thank you - Branch Manager - Kento Nanami’

Suguru is stunned; he doesn’t know what to do in the slightest. He feels like laughing, screaming even, but he doesn’t. He continues staring at the words in front of him, just rereading them as many times as he can to get it into his head. 

“Holy shit.” He says out loud to himself with a dazed chuckle, finally breaking himself out of the state he was in. He looks around for a moment, dumbstruck before grabs the tv remote and turns down the music, tossing the remote to the side. He leans forward and sets his laptop down on the coffee table and closes it before sitting back into the couch. He clasps his hands behind his head and leans back, looking up at the ceiling and taking a couple deep breaths. “What the hell am I gonna do?” He continues talking to himself. 

He thinks about what Nanami had said about it previously. He has so many questions that he can’t even ask yet. Would I start right away? What would happen to my job? Who would replace me? How would training go? Where will I be training? What is Satoru gonna think? He stops for a moment. Satoru. I need to tell him. He starts to reach for his phone, but thinks back to the email. ‘I’m not saying 100% that the job is yours.’ He brings his lips in between his teeth, pausing for a moment. I’ll tell him after… If I even get it. He decides, not wanting Satoru to celebrate prematurely and make a big deal out of nothing. Yeah… I’ll tell him afterwards…

The rest of Suguru’s night is pretty much like any other Sunday night. He orders dinner for himself, not feeling like cooking tonight. After he’s let his hair fully dry, he clips it back up with the same blue claw clip, wanting it up and out of the way while he tries to focus on anything but his upcoming meeting with Nanami in the morning. He finds himself unable to find a decent distraction and finally decides to just continue working, wanting to start getting caught up. 

The email sits at the top of his inbox, staring at him as he goes through and starts replying to everything that he had missed. Thankfully, there wasn’t anything crazy that had happened while they were away, so he only had a few things that really required his attention and was most of the way caught up by the time his food arrived. 

Suguru eats the soba he ordered on his couch while he watches a movie that Shoko had told him about that he was sure Satoru wouldn’t like. As he focuses on the movie, he can’t help but think about Satoru’s earlier question. They had been together just over nine months, although they had known each other for just about a year. He wants nothing more than to wake up next to him every morning and come home to him at the end of every night.

He already knows his answer for him, but can’t help but hesitate. What if I need to be closer to Yokohama for work? What if I’m gone too much? What would mom think? Is it too soon? What if Satoru doesn’t want to move out of his place now? His mind is racing with all kinds of ‘what if’s and it’s driving him a little insane. A yawn suddenly escapes him and he looks down at his phone, checking the time. Only 7:30? Why am I so tired already? 

He decides to make sure that his alarm is set for the morning now because if he falls asleep by accident, he’ll be late to his meeting with Nanami and that can’t happen. Don’t want a repeat of my second day. He makes sure that he’ll wake up on time by setting three separate alarms before setting his phone back down on the couch beside him and taking his dishes back to the kitchen. 

He’s slightly surprised that he hasn’t received a text from Satoru since he got home, but he imagines that he’s probably trying to give him some space to think about his offer from earlier. Suguru smiles at the thought, knowing how hard it must be for Satoru to not text him at least once. On a normal day, he can’t go more than an hour without texting Suguru something. It’s times like this that he wishes he had a cat, something to distract him. But if I move in with Satoru, I’ll have Shiro. That’s a plus. 

His mind was made up the second Satoru had asked him the question, but he really did want to think about it for the night. As he’s getting ready for bed, he continues thinking about it. We practically already live together, just with more steps. No more than two days had gone by in the past six months that the two of them weren't sleeping in the same bed, aside from when Suguru went to Kyoto. Half of his closet was in Satoru’s closet, taking up space that Satoru graciously gave up just for him. He had duplicates of just about everything in his bathroom at Satoru’s place to use when he slept over. 

It wasn’t that he was nervous about Satoru not wanting him there, but more so just the overall act of moving in together in general. It’s a big deal, and he wanted to treat it as such.

I feel like a grandpa going to bed so early. He crawls underneath his covers even though it’s not even 8:30 yet. He wasn’t feeling too tired for most of the evening, but as soon as his head hit the pillow and he felt the weight of his blanket on top of him, his eyelids start to feel heavier and heavier. 

Fuck. He thinks to himself, staring up at the ceiling for a moment as he lays on his back. I can’t sleep without him. Suguru thinks, knowing that he’s about to fall asleep anyways. He has no issue feeling tired, but his bed suddenly feels incredibly lonely, like there should be another body next to him. As he slowly starts to drift off to sleep, he can’t think about how he wishes more than anything that Satoru was next to him to massage his head as he falls asleep. He thinks about reaching for his phone to text him good night, but before he’s even able to move, he’s fast asleep, tired from the long day that’s now behind him. 

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Suguru makes it to the office in the morning with plenty of time to spare. He had woken up before any of his alarms, which gave him time to savor his morning. First thing, he checks his phone and sees a good night text from Satoru from last night. He feels bad that he fell asleep before he could answer it, so he sends back something quickly.

‘Sorry baby, fell asleep super early 🥱’ He clicks send and immediately starts typing out a second message. ‘I have a meeting with Nanami first thing, so I probably won’t see you until after, but I hope you slept well 🖤’ He sends it and starts getting ready for work. 

Suguru decides on wearing all black for today, not wanting to think about it too hard. Before getting dressed, he makes his coffee, taking extra time to make sure that it's perfect this morning. He carefully weighs out the beans as always and dumps them into the grinder. In less than 5 minutes, he has a latte that looks like it’s straight out of a magazine. He sips on it before putting the lid onto his travel mug. He quickly gets dressed and makes sure he has everything before heading to the office. 

Looking down at his watch, he sees that he’s still about 15 minutes ahead of his normal schedule, but decides to head to work anyway. His coffee mug warms his hand in the chilly early winter morning while he keeps his other shoved into his pocket. His hair is tied up into his normal half up half down style, effectively keeping the back of his neck warm.

It doesn’t take long before he’s at the front of their office building, pulling open the front doors and making his way into the busy lobby. He passes by the busy coffee shop, smiling when Miwa gives him a wave from behind the counter. He waves back at her on his way towards the elevators. The button is already pushed and all he does is make his way inside when the doors open. He presses the ‘36’ button and moves to the side, allowing others to pack inside. 

Suguru takes a deep breath, the closer the elevator gets to his floor, the more nervous he starts to feel. Calm down. It’s just another Monday. The elevator finally reaches floor 36 and with a polite “Excuse me,” He makes his way out past the rest of the poeple going to higher floors. 

The hallway feels much longer today, the bright white lights glaring down at him as he finally makes it to the tall glass doors at the front of their office. He taps his key card to the side and upon hearing the click, pulls the door open. He’s about 20 minutes early, so it’s pretty quiet. He sees further down the hallway that Nanami’s door is already open, so he quickly heads to drop his things off at his cubicle. 

Neither Shoko or Satoru are there yet, and now that Suguru thinks about it, Satoru hasn’t responded to his text message yet. He pulls out his phone, making sure he didn’t miss anything, but all he sees is delivered. He quickly checks Satoru’s location, only to see that he’s still at home. With a sigh, he clicks on Satoru’s name and calls him. It rings only twice before a groggy sounding Satoru answers.

“Good morning, Sugu.” He says in a gravelly voice, sounding like he woke up just seconds ago. 

“Satoru… Work starts in less than 20 minutes, you know that, right?” Suguru asks, knowing that he probably forgot to set an alarm before he fell asleep. 

“Shit, really? Guess I should get up then.” He says, his voice sounding slightly irritated. Suguru smiles, hearing his sleepy voice, but is quickly surprised when he hears the call end. He pulls his phone away from his ear with furrowed brows, checking that he heard correctly and realizes that Satoru did indeed hang up. 

What the hell is his deal? Suguru does his best to shrug it off, sure that Satoru isn’t too excited to have to go back to work today. He drapes his jacket over the back of his chair and logs into his computer before gathering his things to head towards Nanami’s office. He grabs a pen, along with his notebook and stands up, pushing his chair in. He makes his way out into the hallway where his coworkers are slowly starting to show up. 

“Good morning, Geto!” He hears a bubbly voice call out from behind him as he walks down the hallway. He turns around to see Haibara with a beaming smile on his face, his hand up in front of him in a polite wave. Suguru smiles back at him, unable to not.

“Good morning, Haibara.” Suguru responds, waiting for him to catch up and continuing walking with him.

“How was your guys’ trip?” Haibara continues, curious to know how Suguru and Satoru’s vacation was. Suguru smiles, thinking about it.

“It was really good, we had a great time.” Suguru answers, looking down at the pen in his hand as he walks. 

“Nice! You guys went to Okinawa, right?”

“Yeah, we stayed on Motobu, it was really nice.” Suguru continues as they start to approach where Nanami’s door is.

“Well I’m glad you guys had a good time!” Haibara says with an enthusiastic smile as Suguru comes to a stop outside Nanami’s door. “See you later!” He continues on towards his desk while Suguru takes a deep breath. 

He stands to the side of Nanami’s office door, the frosted glass blocking the view on the other side. When he peeks his head in past the door, Nanami is sitting at his desk, already seemingly working on something, and Utahime sits in one of the arm chairs on this side of his desk.. Suguru taps lightly on the glass, getting both of their attention.

Nanami’s head perks up, looking up to see who’s standing at his door, and a smile grows on his face once he sees that it’s Suguru. “Geto, good morning, come on in.” He says, gesturing at the seat next to Utahime with a smile. Utahime smiles up at him as well, sitting there with her laptop already open on the edge of the desk. “Utahime’s going to be joining us as well, I hope that’s alright.”

“That’s perfectly fine.” Suguru says with a gentle smile, closing the glass door behind him and taking a seat, not sure at all what to expect out of this meeting. 

chapter 22

[neckromantics]

petition for larian studios to make a dialogue option where you ask astarion for a hug bc honestly i think we could both use one a majority of the time.