a morning pynch headcanon before i forget: adam’s bi awakening was ronan doing that jock thing and wiping his face sweat with his shirt at tennis practice or smth and adam was walking by on his way home but he looks over and ronan’s all sweaty and ABS and he almost walks into a telephone pole rb if u agree
Sea food department and how I got written up the first and only time
So I was on a fourteen hour shift on New year’s eve to steam shrimp for hours on end in horrifying quantities.
People were buying shrimp because they wanted their mudbug appetizers for their new year’s parties and whatnot but many customers who had not come for shrimp were ordering them because they could smell the shrimp and seasoning as I worked tirelessly.
I had orders to fill for people that had called up to a week ahead to reserve shrimp. I had a list and pounds of shrimp stored away to thaw in the cooler.
By 9:00pm we were out of shrimp that was not already reserved for the customers who had called in.
A man in his thirties wearing a nice blazer and perfectly ironed slacks approached the counter. At that moment I was steaming the last ten pounds (YOU READ THAT RIGHT) of small shrimp for a call in who was scheduled to come pick them up at 9:30. Our steamer was tiny. I could only do about five pounds at a time so I had five one pound bags of shrimp sitting on the back counter while I steamed the first half of the order.
Back to nice blazer guy. He orders two pounds of farm raised shrimp. I politely explain that were out of shrimp. All shrimp. We are out.
He wordlessly jabs his thick, sweaty finger toward the back where five bags of thawed shrimp sat pretty and neat on the counter by the steamer.
I wait for him to say something, he does not. I explain that they are reserved for a customer who called in hours before we were out.
“What the f#+! makes them so special? I’m paying for shrimp now, I want those. I should come first! I’m already here.” He grumbles and barks.
I had to explain that they called hours ago. I have to fill that order or I could be fired. Those shrimp are not his and I apologized profusely.
I spot him talking to my manager who is just shaking his head and clearly frustrated that he has to explain something to this entitled stain. It’s probably about the friggin shrimp.
Ten minutes later there’s a SPRAY of ground black pepper being flung into seafood department, then the plastic spice container bounces off the back of my head.
Thank the gods that all the bags of cooked shrimp were closed and I had my back turned, or else I’d have been blind and the shrimp would have been ruined.
I turn around and GUESS WHO IS STANDING ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE SEAFOOD CASE. That’s right. Blazer guy. He’s standing there huffing and puffing and shouting at me. To this day I have no idea what he said because I was in complete and utter shock.
I could not think of what I should do. This guy was nuts and pissed… but so was I at this point. My feet hurt, I stunk like old bay, I was missing everyone’s new year’s parties and I was just so beat. Best of all I had to be in at work bright and early the next day.
Something dark and unnatural possessed me. I reached back toward the sink, grabbed the spray hose and let loose a stream of cold water on this royal prick. I did not shout, I did not growl.
I said “please leave…” in a mantra over and over until he left to escape the icy flow of my inability to take more crap from him or anybody else tonight.
Yes, he got the manager again. Yes, he caused a scene. Yes, he demanded that I was fired.
The manager, an older fellow who had worked retail for fifty years found me the back room crying because I KNEW that I had just lost my job.
I was handed a write up slip (not the termination notice I was expecting) with a smile and a pat on the shoulder.
“I would have decked that little turd.” My manager said before walking away with a bounce in his step.
• Lance finding out Keith is ticklish and takes advantage of it while cuddling so he can hear him laugh.
• Keith teaching Lance hand to hand and kissing every bruise he made on his boyfriend and telling Lance he’s improving.
• Ever since they started sleeping beside each other, Lance makes it a point to wake up first so he can wake Keith up with soft kisses all over his face, neck and shoulders.
• Keith loves it but sometimes Lance’s stubble tickles him so he tries to hide in Lance’s chest or under the covers.
• Keith was reluctant and hella stiff when Lance first tried to give him a massage before sleeping. Now he loves when Lance massages him and Lance loves running his hands all over his boyfee.
• Lance loves it when Keith wears his clothes and Keith loves the look on Lance’s face when he sees him wearing his clothes.
• The first time they bathed together was in a bathtub because showering (standing naked together) was a bit too much. So they had fun with the bubbles and Lance scrubbed Keith clean because he is NOT gonna stand having a greasy sweaty boyfriend all the time. After that they almost always bathe together.
• Keith likes smelling like Lance’s shampoo and Lance loves Keith clean and smelling like his shampoo.
• Lance gets addicted to running his fingers through Keith’s hair but also grumbling how this mullet wouldnt even be this fluffy without his help.
•When Lance gets into his moods being homesick, Keith can always tell so he drags Lance off to the hangars so he can hold Lance near Blue. Blue’s comforting purrs and Keith’s warmth always helps.
• When they actually fight/argue for real Keith starts to get teary eyed because no NO he doesnt want to fight with Lance NO.
• Lance on the other hand hates it when Keith cries because Keith NEVER cries and knowing he’s the reason for it breaks his heart so they cool off and talk and cuddle and Lance kisses Keith’s face all over.
• Before they got together, Keith tries his best to bond with Pidge and Hunk like helping Pidge with her tinkering and helping Hunk with cooking (No) because he wants thier acceptance in dating their best friend.
• Pidge and Hunk laugh it off and assures Keith he doesnt need to do that because Keith’s already a-ok in their book. Meanwhile Lance was doing the same thing Keith was doing with Shiro.
• They’re still rivals even when dating and get into more silly competitions like who can carry who longer through the hallways or who can last longer in a kiss without needing air.
• When one of them comes out of the healing pod the other is always there with a blanket and a hug ready.
• Lance likes to roll the both of them up in a blanket like a borrito so Keith can never escape when Lance tickles him.
• The first time an alien tried to flirt with Keith, Lance short circuited and kinda just draped himslef all over Keith blabbering hey met my boyfriend? Isnt my boyfriend great? What were u and my boyfriend talking about? Have I mentioned he’s my boyfriend???
• After that incident Keith reminded himself to always stay close to Lance and be quick to shoot down any alien.
• Needless to say Lance had turned from ‘Wow they’re hot i wanna flirt with them’ to ‘Shit they’re hot gotta keep my bae close so he wont get taken away’
• Keith is touch starved. He always hold hands with Lance, locks ankles with Lance at the dining table, tightens Lance’s hold around his waist when spooning, hugs Lance from behind when he least expects it, buries his face in the crook of Lance’s neck when cuddling, lets Lance pull him to his lap even when theres plenty of space in the couch. Keith loves it. Lance loves it. Its a win-win.
• Sometimes they lay awake in bed just to stare deeply into each other’s eyes until Lance or even Keith breaks the moment with a joke/witty comment and they start laughing and hugging tangled in a sea of sheets.
• They’re a power couple the team didnt even know they needed and expected.
• To Lance’s delight, Keith is actually a child at heart. Its sad that Keith grew up as an orphan and never expirienced the nicer part of being a kid but Lance makes him happy by giving him his first surprise bday party, his first Merry Christmas with presents with the whole gang, makes him decorate the odd blue tree they found with him. Keith’s smiles always wide and happy and genuin.
You were singing along loudly to the radio, swaying
your head and looking out the window on the street passing you by. You had graciously
been allowed to drive Shawn’s jeep to the airport to pick him up, but the
moment the two of you had gotten anywhere near the car, Shawn’s love for his precious
jeep took over and once again you were banned to the passenger seat.
You didn’t mind much, to be fair. The only advantage
Shawn had by always being the one driving, was that he got to pick the music,
but you could live that.
At least this time, he wasn’t blasting his out voice
out of the stereo just to annoy you. This time Ed Sheeran’s voice consumed the
You tilted your head to the left, catching Shawn’s
gaze sticking at you. He smiled widely when he caught your gaze as well.
“Eyes on the road, Mendes!” You hissed at him, but it
just made him laugh.
That little crocket smile, you loved so deeply, painted
itself on his lips and he was giving you a teasing glance. Aww, your little baby was a bit needy. You grabbed around his chin
with your thumb, pushing his face towards the road.
“I said, eyes on the road” You spoke once again,
raising your eyebrow at him. Shawn leaned a little further towards you, licking
his soft lips slowly.
“I like this view better” he rasped. His voice sounded
sore, but the darkness made it even sexier than usually.
“I’m serious… You can drive and snapchat and risk your
life on your own, but when I’m in the car? Hell no! Eyes on the road, Mendes”
You teased him, letting your thumb caress his chin as you once again pushed his
head to the side, forcing him to look out on the road ahead of you.
You watched as Shawn’s smug grew, but he decided to
keep his eyes on the road this time. Playfully though, his mouth grabbed your
thumb and he bit you harshly.
“Hey!” whined at him, but you only made it worse.
A massive smirk appeared on Shawn’s face and you were
certain his eyes were shining.
“Trust me, babe. I can do a lot more than just biting
you” Shawn rasped.
He shortly let his eyes fall on you, but then he
looked back at the road. You felt the heat rush to your face as you twisted in
the leather seat by his words.
“Like what?” you dared him, feeling your cheeks blush
did this even make you shy? It wasn’t like Shawn had never
talked dirty to you before. Actually, late night calls with Shawn usually
consisted of dirty talk.
Shawn turned left on the road and continued driving
back home, but he couldn’t help but let out a heavy breath.
“Oh darling, I’ve been gone for so long this time, you
can’t even imagine what I’m going to do to you”
“Tell me” you whispered with the heat rushing around
your body, leaving your skin tickly.
“Just as eager as me, huh?” Shawn laughed, once again
looking at you shortly.
“Aww, and you’re
blushing as well” he teased you. You rolled your eyes at him, pushing his face
back towards the road.
“Someone needs to teach you how to drive properly” you
“Have we ever been in an accident or even close to it?”
“Then stop complaining about my driving” He yelled.
He wasn’t mad, he was just joking with you. You leaned
across your seat and closer to Shawn, almost letting your lips brush against
his ear gently, taking a deep breath.
“I’m just keeping you safe, baby. That’s all” you
You felt every fibre in Shawn’s body tighten and his
muscles sudden tense feeling. Oh yeah,
you were driving him crazy right now. Shawn’s grip around the steering
wheel strengthen and his hands were rubbing it harshly.
“I wish you’d rub me like that” You whispered into his
ear once again. You were messing with his mind and you fucking loved it.
You watched as the chills spread across Shawn’s body
and how his mouth was suddenly gaping wiped open as he forced in air. Shawn
swallowed heavily, letting his gaze catch you from the corner of his eyes.
You bit your lip the moment he turned to look at you,
before licking them slowly. Shawn’s eyes were wide open and had a darken tone
“It’s not fair. Stop it” he whispered back at you.
“Stop what?” you asked, innocently.
Quickly, Shawn leaned in and placed a damp kiss on
your lips, before pulled back and was focusing on the road again.
“You know what, the teasing”
“Shawn-“ you said defensively, covering your mouth
with you hand. “I would never”
“Liar” he laughed back at you.
“We’re home soon” you said, but it was more like a
You let your hand disappear into Shawn’s hair, rubbing
his head gently. Suddenly, Shawn made a harsh turn. A turn he wasn’t supposed
to take, if he wanted to end up at home.
“Well, soon isn’t fast enough” he breathed heavily.
“What are you doing?” you laughed, looking at him
Shawn made another turn and suddenly he pulled the car
up in a empty parking lot near a small supermarket. Before you could react,
Shawn had grabbed roughly around your neck and pulled you into his welcoming
His move forced all the air out of your lungs. His
tongue spread your lips and slit into your mouth. Only half a second later, you
tasted that mix of mint and sweet mango only Shawn tasted like.
Shawn unbuckled your seatbelt quickly, before pulling
you across the car and over to sit on his lap. You immediately felt the big
bugle between Shawn’s legs, pressing hardly against you.
Shawn grabbed your ass roughly, almost making you moan
against his wet lips. You pulled out of the kiss, staring surprisingly at him.
“Shawn, here? We might get caught” you gasped,
completely out of breath.
“I swear to you, I don’t fucking care. I’m so hard for
you, right now” Shawn’s voice sounded so desperate in this moment.
You let your eyes stick at him for a bit. The heat had
rushed to his face, making his cheeks red and his entire face damp. His lips
were trembling and he was… well, very hard.
Shawn needed this; right here, right now, in the car. Your mother always told you that those teenage years was made for living a little
dangerously, so you figured that maybe she was right.
Shawn looked at you, wanting impatiently for a
reaction, actually more like begging for one. It was like his eyes screamed
please touch me.
You licked your lip, unbuckling his seatbelt as well.
A broad smug spread on his face, but you just rolled your eyes at him. When you
thought about it, Shawn had mentioned car sex several times before.
Only seconds after, Shawn’s hands were now greedily
placed on your body again, exploring all the places he’d missed for so long. You
rubbed yourself against Shawn, feeling his length grow even bigger and even
harder through his black jeans.
Shawn’s hand grab around your ponytail, pulling it
back roughly so his tongue was able to lick along your bare neck.
You struggled to unbutton his pants for a bit, but to
your defence, Shawn’s hands caressing all the right places on your body, made
it very hard to function properly. You finally managed to undo them and pulled
down his pants a little. It was impossible to take his clothes off in the car,
so it would have to do.
Shawn pushed up your dress and gripped around the hem
of your panties. Slowly, his fingers ran down your thighs, leaving goose bumps
all over your skin. When the panties made it down to your ankles, Shawn grabbed
around your hips, helping you to push yourself down his massive length.
You had to support your balance by placing a hand on
the roof of the jeep, while feeling Shawn glide even further into you.
Whenever Shawn and you hadn’t had sex in a while, he
always seemed much thicker than you really remembered him.
You pushed Shawn further down his car seat as you
started riding him roughly. Quiet moans escaped Shawn’s trembling lips and he
threw his head back in pure please.
“Fuck” he breathed, once again grabbing around your
His big and strong hands pushed you to move even faster
and even harder down against him. Biting your lip, you were able to strangle
the otherwise loud whimpers that would have slipped out of your mouth.
You back felt a pain from the steering wheel brushing
against your skin, but the pleasure from feeling Shawn so deep inside you
covered it up.
Shawn’s thumb ran across your quivering lips and you grabbed
for it and started sucking it hard. Your gaze caught Shawn and you couldn’t
help but let out a small smile. The pleasure was rushing in over him, leaving
him completely consumed by your bodies greedily meeting each other’s.
His dark, curly hair had become all sweaty and sticky
and he was struggling to regain control over his breath. His big hands ran down
your back, before his nails were digging into your bare thighs, leaving red
Your mouth found his damp neck and your tongue left a
trail from the skin on his neck, to his soft lips. Shawn pushed his lower body
up to meet your thrust, which made you bite his lip harshly from the bliss
“Holy fuck” Shawn moaned against your skin.
You couldn’t get any words out of your lips, but your
screaming certainly assured him you felt the same way. Shawn’s thumb pushed up
your chin so he could look at you.
“Kiss me while I cum” he begged, sending you a tiny
Your hands disappeared into his sticky hair and you
closed the gap between your craving lips. You rode Shawn harder and he pushed
himself up to meet your welcoming and wet body and he thrusted himself further
into you, than he had ever been before.
You both reached your breaking point and it collided in
a massive scream from the both of you as Shawn exploded inside of you.
Still sitting on Shawn’s lap, you collapsed into his
chest. Shawn’s heart was pounding and his chest was burning warm. He lovingly
kissed the top of your head, as you rested it against his collarbone. Shawn’s hands
wrapped around you and he hugged you tightly.
You were both trying to regain some sort of strength,
but this sex had been too good to recover from in the matter of seconds.
“We so need to have car sex more often” Shawn laughed,
once again kissing the top of your hair.
You looked up and met his wide childish smile, rolling
your eyes at him. He leaned down and kissed your nose tip gently.
“Yeah, we definitely do” you laughed back, cuddling
yourself further into Shawn’s chest.
“Another reason to just love this jeep” he said, smiling widely.
HEY! It was @whoacanada‘s berfday yesterday! <3 Here’s a little something for you. I hope you had an amazing birthday! xoxo
Sometimes, it’s really hard for Jack Laurent Zimmermann to concentrate when Bitty is in the room. Back at Samwell – and well, most of his life, really – Jack had been able to keep his mind on one track. Focused. Trained.
But then, he found big brown eyes watching him with timidity, with curiosity, with friendship, with love, with lust… and then all bets were off. And if he’s honest with himself, Eric Richard Bittle made him stumble and lose his concentration well before that first kiss in Chowder’s new room.
Having dinner with Lardo and Shitty, as Bitty retells his latest baking escapade and Shitty slams the table in a fit of laughter, Jack can’t hear a single word because soon he’s just thinking about Bitty’s lips, the way Bitty will stop and bite his lower lip in between words. And well, that leads to him thinking about Bitty’s mouth, his tongue, the oh-so-talented things Bitty can do with that tongue.
“Isn’t that right, Jack?” Bitty asks, abruptly bringing Jack back to the here and now.
“Huh? Oh, yeah, Bits. Absolutely!”
Bitty studies Jack briefly, then smirks knowingly and continues.
“Anyway, so there I was with this yeast rising and…”
Jack sinks into his seat feeling foolish and in love.
When Jack comes home from a run, and Bitty is still gorgeously laid out in bed, sound asleep, it’s all he can do to not climb into the bed with him. Jack swears he’s on his way to shower, but then gets sidetracked by the tangled bedhead that sighs into the pillow, by the way Bitty’s lashes flutter as he dreams (probably of pie and music and sunshine, Jack thinks) and he finds himself walking toward the bed ready to climb in.
But then he remembers how sweaty he is in all his post-run glory. He loves Bitty too much to subject him to his funk. So Jack sadly shuffles toward the bathroom, only to be distracted once again before making it inside.
Sometimes Jack wonders if he’s obsessed with Bitty.
Is it normal to want to be with someone all the time, to want to see them every single moment, to want them to be happy above all else? He once heard Alicia tell Bob that Jack is so in love with Bitty, if they were ever to break up, Bitty would be fine eventually – but Jack would never recover. This worries her.
It worries Jack, too.
“Is that… a pie?” Bitty asked in awe.
“Does it hurt?”
“Not really. Just tender.”
“Jack Laurent Zimmermann. That is both the craziest and sweetest thing!”
Jack beams when he sees Bitty face.
“I cannot believe you got a pie with my name tattooed over your heart.”
Jack can’t believe it either… and yet he absolutely can.
Anytime he makes a goal, and he knows Bitty is sitting in the family section of the arena, he skates past the glass and points at Bitty.
It’s silly. Jack knows it’s silly. But how else will Bitty know that each goal is for him?
He writes a love letter a day to Bitty, but never presses send. His draft folder in his Gmail is filled with confessions his heart makes but is too shy to actually say outright. One day he’ll be brave again and press send.
In the meantime, he’ll press kisses into Bitty’s lips every chance he gets.
It’s their tenth year anniversary party, and Jack has their son sitting on his lap grabbing a fistful of cake and shoveling it into his tiny mouth, while their daughter dances next to them both.
Jack laughs as Bitty walks in and tuts, as he smiles and wipes the small face before him.
“Maybe you should be paying attention to that boy, instead of looking at my legs from across the room, hmm?”
Jack blushes and nods, “Maybe if you’d finally stop wearing those tiny shorts…”
“And what, have you stop drooling? It’s almost as if you don’t know me,” Bitty sassily replies.
Jack knows this is all he’s ever wanted, all he’ll ever need, his life is complete in a way he never thought it could – or would – be, and he knows he is a lucky, lucky man.
He smiles as he watches his husband sashay out of the room.
Hello! Could I please request a scenario where Bakugo gets mad cause he doesn't want to hold hands with his s/o. but actually he's just really shy cause his hands are always sweaty. Thank you so much!❤️❤️❤️
((oh god you’re right… he’s such a sweaty bastard oh my god))
You knew Bakugou wasn’t big on PDA, it was just a fact of life. When you were alone he’d have an arm around you, maybe hug you, kiss you… but you couldn’t get him to hold your hand. Hell, you even reach near his hand and he shoves it in his pockets before you can blink. But goddammit, you would keep trying until he’d hold your hand for at least a second. The entire date, you’d been sneaking your hand near him, just trying to get some contact, but he was faster. He’d come up with something to do with his hands, he’d grab you a drink, he’d do anything except hold your hand. Eventually you were fed up. You had to ask. “Hey Bakugou.” His head turned towards you in acknowledgement, but the rest of him stayed still. “Do you, uh… Do you feel embarrassed about me?” He stopped in his tracks. “What?” “Are you embarrassed of me? You won’t hold my hand when we’re out, and nobody thinks we’re on a date when we are. Did I do something?” You glanced up at him, startled to find an expression on his face akin to… being flustered? Bakugou didn’t get flustered! “Is that what this is about? That I don’t like holding hands?” You nodded. “I know it’s stupid, and I know you’re not into couple-y stuff, but I do want to hold hands at least. That way people know we’re together when we’re out.” You were tired of girls running up and flirting with him while you were on a date. “[Name], I’ll blow you up.” “Okay, there’s no need for threats! We can drop it.” He groaned and pulled a hand over his face. “No! My hands are sweaty literally all the time. It’s gross. I might blow you up.” Oh. “I’m not worried about you blowing me up, Bakugou. I’m worried about you not liking me.” He grabbed your hand, clearly fumbling before smushing his lips against yours. He was right, his hand was pretty sweaty. “Stop worrying about that, dammit. I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t fucking like you, okay?” You nodded again, knowing that despite his harsh words, he meant it. “Got it.” “Alright, good. Now, I’m taking you to dinner, and I’m holding your hand the whole way there.”
Sub harry who is just discovering his kinks and your fucking him one day and put your hand on his neck and he says tighter in a breathy little whimper and so you do and that's how he finds out he likes getting choked
IM WHEEZING CARBON MONOXIDE BITCHDJSJS
okay so he’s come home from a day of recording at the studio and he’s all tuckered out but feeling really needy as well so he practically begs you to fuck him.
He’s so docile you don’t even need to tie him down. He’s laying out all sweaty across the bed, sheer black shirt unbuttoned all the way and his pants and briefs are discarded on the floor at the end of the bed. You’re riding him hard and fast, bouncing on his cock roughly with the back of your thighs slapping down on his, feeling his balls against your ass every time you sink down. His arms are above his head, splayed out limply with his fingers messing at the ends of his mussed up hair, whining softly as you bite down his neck and scratch up his chest, blowing on the stinging red lines and causing him to whimper all throaty and high.
“God, you’re amazing, y'know that?” Harry’s voice is soft and timid, eyes glued to your chest hungrily as it bounces in your perky lace bra– one he’d bought you at a fancy boutique when he was off shooting for the film in France.
“And you’re extremely thick. Did you know that?” You drag your lips sloppily down the spine of the butterfly tattoo, tongue peeking out to lap at one of his puffy nipples.
He answers with a short, wispy hiccup of, “Maybe.”
Your arms are holding his elbows down against the mattress, making sure he doesn’t move to touch you. Your knees are pressed up against his hips to give you balance as you slam down on him, his entire body jolting against the bed, cracked moans and soft keening stuttering from the heavy movement. He looks absolutely enthralling, with his cheeks tinted rose and his big green eyes all doe-like and innocent, swollen bottom lip tucked under his front two teeth as he thrums out shaky hums of gratitude, filled with, “Fuck me so good, darling. No one takes m'cock like you do.” and “You’re so tight, peach. Snug little cunt gonna fuckin’ ruin me for good, innit? Gonna make your baby boy come so hard it hurts…”
You’re hand reaches towards his neck out of instinct, fingers wrapping around the back as your thumb presses softly against his bobbing Adam’s Apple, using your palm to bring him towards your mouth. You keep his throat stuck to your lips, teeth sinking in sweetly and marking deep purple bruises into his soft, tanned skin. Something to look forward to seeing on him tomorrow morning as he’s spread out over the pillows with the side of his face pasted to the cushion, hair in a fluffy, wild halo with the sheets hanging low on his hips, revealing all of the maroon and violet love bites scattered down the tight muscles of his back, across his broad shoulders and speckling his delicate neck.
You’re so caught up in your thoughts you hadn’t realized you’d tightened your grip, thumb pressing down harder into his juglar and causing his breathing to shutter.
You immediately release your hold, apologies spilling from your lips as you kiss at his flushed ears with care, worried to death.
“More.” Harry’s croak is airy and quaking, but insistent nonetheless.
You stare at him for a second, surprised by the new development. But you grant him his wish, wrapping your fingers around his throat and tightening like before. “Like this?”
He nods feverishly, suckling his bottom lip into his mouth, bright, canopy green eyes rolling into the back of his head as the edges of his mouth twitch up into a teeny, satisfied smile. “Jus’ like that.”
You continue rocking against him, other hand cradling the side of his face as you gradually close your fingers further around his neck, relying on his body language and sounds of pleasure to guide you on this new territory. And what a discovery this is.
Harry looks incredibly sexy with his head tilted all the way back against the pillow, jaw flexing alluringly as his ruby lips are parted, heavy whimpers and short gasps rawing his lungs. His eyes are barely cracked open, heavy lashes brushing the tops of his simmering cheeks as he looks down on you with so much lust it burns. He pouts his bottom lip out pleadingly, talking meekly. “Can I have a kiss?”
You respond by flushing your lips against his, tongue dipping in teasingly and pulling out to skim his upper lip temptingly, drawing a deep, needy whine from him, air puffing out shallow and quivering.
“Such a naughty boy. Getting kinkier every day, y'know that?“
Harry returns your comment with a coy grin, tilting his head forward so that your fingertips dig deeper against his throat, bruising himself in the process and smiling as he feels the marks blossoming. He softens his eyes into looking all watery and innocent, but you can see a devilish glint in the specks of gold that shimmer in his irises.
“And you’re a pretty little thing with a tight cunt and a knack for returning my kinks. Did you know that?”
A/N: This is requested. I’m not sure how I feel about this, but here you go, then I might just delete it later.
Word count: 2,536
“Are you watching me sleep again?” I asked, covering
my face with my palms.
I still didn’t open my eyes, nor did I unravel myself
from the comfy position under the warm blanket.
Sundays were for staying in bed. At least that was my
opinion. Shawn on the other hand, had a hard time spending his time doing absolutely
nothing. Usually, he would go to the gym early in the morning, before I’d even
opened my eyes.
Summary: Reader steals a sweater from her soft boyfriend Bucky and refuses to give it back so he takes matters into his own hand
You sat on the couch curled up with two toaster waffles and engulfed in your boyfriends sweater. Watching the Sunday cartoons that someone put on you were guessing Thor or Clint. Him being a super soldier was a great gift because all his clothes were huge and acted as a warm blanket at any time.
“y/n!” Bucky called from the bedroom.
“Yes?” You called not looking up from your breakfast.
“Have you seen my sweater?” You looked down and giggled.
“You aren’t wearing it?”
“Why would you say that?”
“I can see you, you know”
“What? No you can’t”
You giggled as you heard him groan and rummage through the closet. Nat who sat next to you giggled and elbowed you.
“you know thats his only sweater right?” she whispered
“oh i know hun, i hid his others” with that she lost it.
“y/n! where is my sweater!” Bucky yelled in frustration thought the compound. He was the only one not at breakfast and you quietly ate your cereal as you wore his sweater. Not the one he was looking for yesterday, a different one from your stash. He came out and ran a hand through his wet hair as he walked out. He saw you in one of his sweaters and glared at you and threatened to throw his phone at you.
“i don’t know dear…” you said as you turned around and faced him.
“Not that one too!” He groaned and grabbed the pot of coffee and rolled his eyes.
Bucky was fed up with you hoarding his sweaters. He found it cute especially when you gave them back and said something along the lines of “they don’t smell like you anymore”. Then a day or two later you would steal them again.
He walked into the training center to see you stretching in one of his sweaters.
“Y/N! your getting it all sweaty!” he groaned and picked you up to get your…his sweater back but you wiggled out of his grip and ran and hid under Sam who was doing pushups.
“Girl leave me out of this” He chuckled and helped you hide from Bucky.
Bucky was fed up. Sure it was cute, but he never had any sweaters. He grabbed all your sweaters and hid them. He grabbed a deep maroon one and zipped it one. It didn’t fit him and it was stretched out but that was the plan.
He walks out of the bedroom and goes to the kitchen to grab a cup of coffee before going to go train. He knew all eyes were on him as he was wearing a red sweater that was WAY WAY too small for him.
Summary: Jungkook has only ever thought of his breeding clients as just that - clients, and he’s always quite indifferent to them since he only ever knows them for a short period of time. But then you come along, and he starts experiencing feelings that aren’t being manipulated by your heat. Real feelings, that he has never harbored before with anyone else.
Notes: in a world where shower sex is Effortless. LOLLL also plz enjoy the stereotypical dogs love peanut butter thing in this it brought me joy
It was silent, save for the light clinking of the spoon Seokjin was using to stir his tea. Namjoon sat at the island in the middle of the large kitchen, staring down at his cup of tea which was untouched, worrying about one thing and one thing only.
“So what do you think they’re doing?”
Seokjin promptly stopped stirring his tea at the question and turned around away from the counter to look at Namjoon, his eyebrow raised and a small smile playing at his lips. “Do you really want me to answer that?” He sauntered over to the island where Namjoon was seated, taking a sip of his tea on the way over.
Sheepishly, Namjoon chuckled and ducked his head, cheeks turning red from the slight embarrassment and scratching the back of his neck. What a foolish question he had asked. “Oh- um, yeah, I guess not.”
“Yeah, they’ll be doing that for awhile,” Seokjin explained in amusement, taking a seat at the island across from him. “But later on, they’ll take a break.. Come downstairs, eat and drink something - recharge, perhaps. Don’t get it twisted though, you won’t be able to…. touch her, if you know what I mean. Not even a rub on the arm. Jungkook will be attached at her hip. He’s very territorial and possessive of his clients, I’m afraid. Well, I’m sure you know that well enough.”
I was wondering if you could do a NSfw where the rfa+v and saeran are having sex with mc for thw first time and they orgasm too fast and are afraid that they'd disappoint MC?
( ˵¯͒⌄¯͒˵;;) I couldn’t sleep so I really…Really…Wanted to write this. Thought about it all day.
- He was losing it mentally. His hands were sweaty, his chest was beating
- He wasn’t going to lie, he had jerked off quite a bit before…Especially when LOLOL introduced that new female skin….
- But never much more than that! God, he was too scared to even get a sex toy- Too scared and embarrassed to even entertain the thought!
- He tried asking Zen for tips, even resorted to asking Seven. But Seven laughed and Zen said to look up some porn videos to get an idea because he was too busy to help
- (Or was he just sour MC didn’t fall for him?)
- When you came out of the bathroom in your pjs, he was already trying not to get a stiffy. I mean, what you were wearing wasn’t horrible, wasn’t perverted, but…You weren’t wearing a bra. Even he could tell that
- And the fact that tonight would be the first time you shared a bed together…
_ “…Are you going to come lay down? It’s cold without you~”
- This was it, he was going to die. Someone get his will from that coffee fiasco out, he was going to need it after tonight.
- Carefully, he climbed into bed behind you, opting to try and be the big spoon and hold you tight.
-…Too tight, too tight! Your ass was rubbing against his groin so nicely. He ended up burying his face in your hair, desperate just to pretend he didn’t feel it.
- “Yoosung, are you alright?”
- “Yeah, yeah- I, uhm. I am.”
- “So you’re not hard-”
- “Don’t say it!!”
- Oh my god, this is it. You were going to make fun of him endlessly, just like the guys would when they found out.
- You turned around to face his red face, and right when he thought it wasn’t going to get again worse, you slipped your hands around and squeezed his ass, pulling his hips flush against yours
- He. Couldn’t. Breathe.
- He felt you start kissing his neck, grinding against him, and he could only whimper in response. This isn’t how he thought it was going to happen- I mean, he was supposed to take the lead, right?? Right??
- But you slipped your hand in his sweat pants, letting out a lustful groan as you found he wasn’t wearing underwear, and he lost it
- You pulled your hand back and looked at the cum on your fingers, before looking him right in the eye and licking your hand clean
- Were you trying to kill him???
- “MC I’m sosososorry, oh my god-”
- “That’s okay, Yoosung,” You grabbed his hand, guiding it under your underwear, “Why don’t you show me what those gaming fingers can do?”
- God, please someone print out that will. He really was going to need it after tonight.
- So she wasn’t as innocent as everyone thought she was
-…But she was still blushing like crazy
- A cuddling session gushing over a dirty story you found online had turned sexual very quickly. Mainly due to your wandering hand, but…
- Now she was under you, one hand halfway covering her face, and the other gripped your arm as your teased her clit
- Every time she let out a squirming moan, her chest heaved and you swore you were in heaven
- You didn’t waste much time with foreplay. The two of you hadn’t really gone this far before, and this poor woman needed some excitement in her life that didn’t end in cat hair everywhere
- You couldn’t take it anymore, you slowly licked her nipple, then clamped your teeth over it, loving her surprised moan.
- You gave her nipple a harsh suck, your fingers trailing down from her clit to her entrance, slipping in two fingers already.
- You walls clamped down, her nails digging into your forearm already. She was sweating, chest heaving, but you knew all the right spots to hit.
- As your mouth bit on her neck, her moans kept getting higher and higher in pitch, until her nails dug in so harshly that you knew you were going to need a few bandages later.
- You felt her hips jerk up a few times, her whimpering when you kept trying to fuck her with your fingers, so you slowly pulled out.
- “Did you cum already?”
- She let out a groan, covering her face. “Yes, I’m sorry. It’s been a while.”
- You just laughed, kissing her forehead.
- “I mean… I could be my turn, if you really loved meee~”
- She rolled her eyes but laughed, motioning for you to switch spots with her.
- The two of you were resting on the couch, just cuddling, until his fingers liiightly brushed against your sides, and you made the mistake of giggling
- Now it was On
- First thing about being friends with Seven: Never, ever, let him find out where you’re ticklish.
- He had you squealing and threatening him at the same time, squirming in between his legs as he laughed at you.
- Pretty soon you started fighting back- Turning around and desperate to find his ticklish spots.
- But, after a while of squirming in eachother’s arms, he accidentally let out a moan that was not painful
- You stopped, and the both of you blushed… But, you just placed a questioning kiss on his lips.
- “R-really? Right here?”
- You nodded, already moving to start palming him through his pants, and he automatically started working on pulling off your shirt
- He groaned as you unzipped his pants, palming him through his boxers. He tried returning the favor, squeezing your breasts through your bra.
- But you slipped to the floor and got on your knees? What where you- Oh my god you were going to blow him
- He watched with a growing blush as you tugged on his pants to be able to pull his hardening cock out easier. He watched your eyes widen just a bit when you pulled it out, him mentally fist pumping that he was a good enough size for you
- He wanted to lean back- Play it cool and just enjoy it, but he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. You brushing your hair behind your ear, getting a decent grip on his cock, your half-lidded eyes studying the head. He could feel the pre-cum leaking out already, and he prayed you thought that was normal.
- You gave his cock a few tentative pumps, him trying his fucking best not to jerk his hips up, and then suddenly you took the tip in your mouth.
- He couldn’t hold it back, he ended up letting a low whimper out, his fingers itching to tangle themselves in your hair, but god he managed to keep them away.
- You bobbed your head a bit, removing the cock from your mouth with an obscene ‘pop’, looking him right in the eyes as you licked up the underside of his cock
- …And he came all over your face
- It was slightly, just a bit, adorable at how you winced, but he felt his soul leave his damn body. Damnit, he knew he should have jerked off last night when he had the chance.
- “Oh my god, Mc I’m so–”
- You wiped a bit off your cheek, slipping your finger in your mouth and letting out a hum. “You taste a bit bitter…”
- Instantly he pulled you up on the couch, sucking and nipping at your neck as you moaned a bit.
- He really, really, needed to know how you tasted as well. And, well….Hopefully that would make up for him being such a quick shot.
- The marriage had been sweet, and ended with lots of cuddling on a plane as the two of you went to enjoy your honeymoon, something Jumin was very insistent on.
- As soon as the two of you landed, it was getting changed into something more appropriate, going off and enjoying the sites, having a nice romantic dinner
- And now the two of you finally made it to the place you were staying at for the next week. With just one bed in the room.
- He didn’t want to admit he felt nervous- What if he harmed you? What if he did so many things you didn’t enjoy? Expert Playboy only told him so much, and he wasn’t too keen on watching porn. Especially if Seven had his hands in the RFA’s search history.
- The two of you dressed in your sleepwear, then he coaxed you over to lay with him.
- Getting to finally hold you in his arms like this was amazing. He felt his chest swell every time you snuggled closer to him.
- “Yes, honey?”
- He gave your forehead a kiss at the nickname, his cheeks lightly blushing. “From my research, we’re not completely done for the day yet, are we?”
- Your face went red, but he started with gentle kisses to your lips, moving to your jaw, then to your neck, his fingers dancing around the hem of your shirt.
- Your breath hitched a couple of times, but you started working on unbuttoning his shirt, groaning when his hands started groping your breasts
- God, this felt amazing so far, from just barely doing the minimum. He focused on recalling all the tips in the magazine, some of the grosser things some board members had talked about drunk- Just anything he could apply to please you
- It wasn’t long before you were fully on your back, breasts heaving as he teased your clit, his boxers the only clothing left on him
- The way your cheeks flushed looking at his cock straining against his boxers made him want to take you instantly, but he needed to be patient, he needed to hold out a bit longer.
- But you gently squeezed his forearm, mewling a bit as he kept trying to rub your clit
- “Ju-Jumin, please, I want to feel your cock- I’m ready, just please.”
- He felt his eyes widen, but quickly cleared his throat and nodded, pulling his boxers off
- He teased you a bit more, the head of his cock barely entering you and pulling back out, making you let out the cutest whines. But finally, when he couldn’t even stand it anymore, he pushed himself fully inside of you, groaning along with you
- He stayed still for a moment, feeling how amazing it was to have you squeezing him so tightly. He tried to move, just one pump, but it was too much.
- As soon as he realized what had happened, his face was completely red, and he felt so ashamed when you let out a little questioning noise.
- “It…It seems that I’ve…” He trailed off, suddenly pissed at himself for cumming so damn early. You didn’t even get to enjoy anything.
- But you just squeezed his hand, placing a kiss on his cheek.
- “If you want…You could just use your fingers for tonight, tomorrow we could try-”
- “No, we’re doing this right tonight. I told you I would keep you up all nigh- I’m not going back on that now.”
- While he did finally get rid of his shame at how much you squirmed from his fingers alone, he promised himself that he was going to make you cum twice as much from his cock alone.
- (What the fuck did those magazines say about this situation???)
- You had been trying for ages to get him to have sex with you.
- Inviting him in the shower? ‘Accidentally’ letting him walk in on you? Snuggling super close during a romance scene? All of them failed.
- And god, did he hate it.
- He wanted to fuck you, have you screaming his name so loud he was sure to get noise complaints- But was he ready??
- It had been a very, very, long time since he had, ahem, let the beast out. The last time was…Way too long ago.
- But all the teasing, and bluntness without saying anything, was starting to get to him. Starting to have his hand wandering when you weren’t there with him, and a few times when you were.
- Tonight was a bit better. You weren’t trying to throw more ‘hints’ his way, you were just snuggled up to him resting your head on his chest, tracing an imaginary circle on his ribs
- Yeah, he could handle this!
- But your fingers stopped, and you started to play with his hair a bit instead, making cute little noises as you shifted to look up at him
- “Your princess wants some kisses.”
- Oh no. He felt his cock twitch, but he tried his best to ignore it as he tipped your chin up, planting a soft kiss on your lips.
- “I can’t help but do as my princess wants~”
- But you pulled him back towards you, planting a few soft kisses, and then slowly making them more and more greedy. You even slipped your tongue in, and when he groaned out he knew he was done for.
- He wanted to avoid sex at the moment, but tonight he didn’t have enough willpower.
- He grabbed your shoulders, pushing you to lay on your back as he slipped between your legs, leaning over to start sucking on your neck.
- You didn’t waste a second, especially since you had been trying to get to this point for ages. You wrapped your legs around his waist, grinning when he grinded against you with a low growl
- “You’ve been such a tease, princess, I can’t take it anymore.”
- As he pushed your shirt up, working on your breasts, he was frantically trying to recall all the moves he used to do back when he was in that gang.
- (God, it really had been forever!)
- Your hands fumbled with his shorts, yanking them down and giving his ass a firm squeeze, loving as he bit your neck in response.
- You were going to kill him. He wanted the first time to be sweet, romantic, but he couldn’t even control his thoughts right now. He just kept imagining how tight you would feel, how you would squeeze down on him-
- You reached and grasped his cock, starting a teasing pace as he leaked pre-cum already.
- Ah, fuck, fuck, he couldn’t take this. He ended up moaning into your shoulder as he jerked his hips in time with your pumps. One, two times, and he came.
- Kill. Him.
- He didn’t want to face you, he just closed his eyes tight as you pulled your hand away.
- “Zenny~ No fair, let me have fun too.”
- He took a deep breath and looked at you nervously- Only to be greeted with a firm kiss. You pushed his shoulder a bit, wriggling your hips.
- “Why don’t you put that mouth to better use~?”
- He looked a bit dumbfounded for a moment, but quickly slid back a bit, working on getting your pjs off.
- I mean… at least he had an impressive recovering speed? Hopefully luck would be on his side and let him recover fast enough to fuck you like he had been wanting.
- It…Had been a very long time. A long time since he was fully willing to have sex, at least.
- When the innocent cuddling on his bed got more perverse- Your hand slipping under his shirt and teasingly running your fingers so close to the waistband of his pants- Well… He did want it, it had just been ages
- He tried his best not to show it. Each feather-light touch he returned, every little breath you let out he had to stop himself from groaning
- He hadn’t realised how badly he wanted this from you
- Once the cute kisses died down, turning into panting breaths and low moans, you rolled yourself on top of him, straddling him and purposefully refusing to grind against him
- Were you trying to kill him? He needed this- He needed you
- His hands found your hips, holding you as he bucked his hips up with a barely contained groan. It had been too long, way too long, since he had felt so good from just teasing.
- You leaned over, starting another string of greedy kisses, taking his will to talk and interrupt you away
- It didn’t take long for his hands to act on their own- Slipping under your shirt to grope, pushing your ass down so he could grind against you fully
- When you broke the kiss and let out such a sinful moan, he couldn’t do it anymore.
- “Mc, please- Now, now, please.”
- He felt your breath against his neck as you giggled, wiggling out of your underwear and pulling down his pants
- You took his cock and slid the head against your clit, making him bite down hard on his lip
- “Oh, god, Mc-” You were horrible but so fucking amazing. He wanted to thrust his hips up, slam into you with all he had-
- You let out a little mewl of pleasure as the head of his cock rubbed your clit just right, and suddenly you felt a hot spurt against you.
- He covered his face quickly, panting but letting out a sound of utter disappointment.
- “It’s been ages, I just-”
- “Shh,” You leaned over, kissing his forehead. “ It’s fine.”
- But it wasn’t, was it? Your cheeks were still flushed, you were soaked but he knew you hadn’t came yet.
-… Was it too early to suggest…?
- “M-Mc, ride me.”
- God, don’t make him say it again. He carefully squeezed his cock, feeling how sensitive it was, but he didn’t care. He wanted you anyway.
- He rubbed the head of his dick against your clit, then finally trailed it to your entrance, pushing the tip in and joining you in your moan
- He jerked his hips up, pushing into you fully, and the sound you made had him dig his nails into your thighs.
- “Ride. Me. I can take it.”
- He came early, but he was going to be damned if you weren’t going to be able to feel his cock slam in you tonight.
- He had experience with women. Not exactly loving ones, but quick and hard fucks in the backs of bars or in hotels was what he was used to the most.
- And usually they all went well, except if the women tried being too clingy with him.
- He wasn’t expecting you to last so fucking long though
- The two of you were just cuddling on his bed, something he was always insistent on. But you were trying to find some funny things to show him on your phone, and he was tired of watching videos.
- He ended up initiating it, slowly trying to tease you by acting like he wasn’t aware of where his hands were, but quickly dropping the act and pushing you on your back, grinding against you and slipping his tongue in between your bruising lips
- It didn’t take long at all for both of you to rid each other of any fabric in the way, him burying his cock inside of you with a grunt and a low “Fuck,”
- Usually with the women he had fucked before, they came rather quickly…
- But as he harshly slammed himself inside of you, finally being able to enjoy being inside of you, he felt himself coming closer and closer to the edge- And you definitely hadn’t came yet.
- He pulled your leg up a bit, pushing it flush against your chest to get a better angle to ram into you, letting out a growling string of curses as you tightened around him
- A few more jerks of his hips, and he easily came inside of you, groaning out and breathing harshly against your neck.
- He wasn’t expecting you to whine, though. He looked up, a bit confused, as you pouted.
- “You came already?”
- “…You didn’t??” He swore he had felt you tense up, dig your nails into him even more. What happened?? Oh god, was he losing his touch?
- You pushed him on his back, climbing on top of him and forcing his cock back into you, rolling your hips. “I wasn’t done yet~ Can you keep going?”
- The fuck he could, but his embarrassment didn’t let him say that. He gripped your hips, keeping you in place as he pushed as deep as he could inside of you, letting out a guttural groan.
- You let out a loud moan, starting a steady and heavy pace, drinking in how his cock hit your g-spot on every thrust.
- He hadn’t been overstimulated before, but he refused to argue against it. He apparently needed to build his stamina back up anyway…
The RFA reacting to waking up with MC for thr first time? Not in a sex type of way but maybe they fell asleep on the couch or MC sat next to them till she fell asleep type of thing. Fluffy is nice :p
Fluffy is life! ^^ Hope you enjoy this!
RFA reacting to waking up with MC for the first time
woke up with the morning breeze blowing in his face, was he so tired that he
really dozed off on his rooftop?
looks down and… you??? You and him with a blanket wrapped around you two???
to scream and push you away before the beast comes out, but… you look so
peaceful in your sleep, so comfortable… you shouldn’t be so comfortable around
a man, all men are wolv… oh, shit! You’re hugging him and snuggling in his
he remembers, you two went to gym together and then he invited you over to cool
off after such an intense work out session
feels disgusted at himself for leaning against you like that, he was probably
all sweaty. Well, so were you, but your sweat smells like cinnamon to him, so
he doesn’t mind.
two went to his rooftop and talked a little drinking a beer. You seemed cold,
so he grabbed a blanket, and next thing you know… you were cuddling like this…
all his fear about losing control, he feels so glad, he would love to wake up
with you all over him like this every morning, but probably somewhere more
comfortable like his couch or… his bed…
BAD THOUGHTS, ZEN! SNAP OUT OF IT!
are you okay?” your sleepy voice and you half lidded eyes, this is too fucking
much! “You keep shaking, are you cold?”
he feels really hot, actually…
fine, MC, don’t worry.” “Okay, so go back to sleep…” you nuzzle at him again.
Oh well… you heard her, beast, go back to sleep…
feels his neck a little wry, this pillow seems different… wait! It’s not a
pillow, it’s… it’s… YOUR LAP!
so much for him to feel flustered. You’re so close, he’s sleeping on your lap
and you are IN PUBLIC!
yeah… LOLOL is about to send a new expansion, so there he is camping in front
of the store waiting to be one of the firsts to buy it.
he managed to bring you along is a thing he’ll never know… but what’s more
important right now is… the sweet smell of cherry emanating from your hair…and your legs are so comfortable…
What? No… the most important thing is… why did he drag you to this? And he should have offered his lap, or… at least, his shoulder for you to rest! You must be so uncomfortable! But you look ok… and so cute…
Are people in line looking at you? Oh no… this
is so embarrassing… they must think you are a couple…
would it be bad? People seeing you as a couple? He would never say it out loud,
but he fantasized so much about doing couple’s things with you…
together, having meals together, waking up together… at the same bed… oh no no
no! What was he thinking? This was so naughty, especially having you this
are you feeling sick? You’re so red… maybe you have a fever?” he didn’t even
notice you waking up. You put your hand on his forehead, could he get even
redder? He looks at you all tense, your eyes are a little squinched because you
didn’t wake up completely, so… cute!
you don’t feel that hot…, just rest a little more, okay? I’ll wake you up when the store opens.” He
hesitates a lot, but you’re so warm and he’s so tired… he awkwardly rests his
head again on your lap and feel your fingers resting lazily on his hair, well,
none of his fantasies went that far…
wakes up when she feels your head leaning on her shoulder… oh… Zen can ever
know you two slept during his movie.
You’re sleeping on her? YOU are sleeping on HER?
feels kinda honored that you think she’s comfortable enough for you to just
lean on, but… why?
two came to see this movie Zen has a cameo on, maybe you two got too tired of
waiting for his scene? She would be offended if it was someone else, but since
it is you… she understands, she felt asleep too, after all.
wonders if people on the row behind you think you’re just a couple and you are
snuggling in her because it’s romantic… she giggles at this thought because,
well… it feels sort of… exciting?
it’s such a bright feeling… the idea of people seeing you as a couple,
imagining you do these cute and cheesy couple things… she would like doing
these cute and cheesy things with you…
you did that while you’re watching one of Zen’s DVDs together, on her couch…
oh! What would she do?
did I miss some funny part?” you whisper at her ear, and she shivers. “Hum…
n-no, MC, why?” “Well, you’re grinning so much… did Zen appear yet?”
not yet… you can sleep a little more if you want, I’ll wake you up, okay?” you
just nod, close your eyes again and go back to her shoulder.
she is grinning again, but it has nothing to do with the movie.
wakes up at his couch feeling something on his lap, it seems a little heavier
than Elizabeth the 3rd
oh… it’s your head, you are… resting your head at his lap, this is… weird? And…
so… intimate? And… good?
least you don’t have your face turned to his body and… oh, you roll over, he
can feel your breathing through his shirt.
invited you over to show you some ideas he had for a new cat project. People
could judge him and he didn’t care, but your opinion on his cat projects is
gave him great suggestions as usual, and you two could spend the whole night
discussing it, but you felt tired at some
point and fell asleep on his shoulder.
should have offered you a bedroom, but he was pretty tired himself… and you’re
so warm and… look so comfortable.
not sure about what moment of the night you fell on his lap, but… does it
really matter? It’s so… amusing…
feels so tempted to caress your hair, it looks so silky… and your peaceful
sleepy face is so… mesmerizing, he could watch you sleep like this every night.
would prefer doing this in bed, when he can look straight at you, laying beside
you… easy there, Jumin…
so weird knowing you trust him that much to let yourself be so vulnerable near
him, usually people feel so intimidated by his presence, but not you… you just
think he’s good enough for you to rest…
“Jumin, doesn’t your neck hurt?” your sleepy
voice is like music to his ears “No, MC. Why do you ask?” “You’ve been keeping
your head down, maybe you have a wryneck?”
worry about me, MC. What about you? Aren’t you uncomfortable?” you look around, grab a pillow and put on his
lap. “I’m okay… sweet dreams, Jumin.” And you get back to sleep.
he doesn’t need to sleep or dream, this is sweet enough for him.
wakes up because this pillow feels a little weird…it’s comfortable, but it’s
it’s not a pillow, it’s your chest… he blushes, did he drool a little? Gross…
and kind of pervy?
looks at you and sees you’re drooling a little too, ok, now he’s not that
Wants to take lots of pictures of you to spam the chatroom, but there’s something about you like this that makes him feel he should be the only one to ever see you so peaceful and vulnerable.
legs hurt, keeping them curled up like this all night because there’s not much
space on the backseat of his car it’s a little uncomfortable. Luckily enough,
the upper half of his body enjoyed this warm and smooth pillow that is your
invited you for a ride in one of his babies, unfortunately, there was a problem
with the engine. He called a tow truck, but it was taking too long and you
looked so tired… so you two moved to the backseat… maybe he was very tired
himself too… who knows if the tow truck showed up after all?
can hear your heartbeat, it’s so liberating and soothing at the same time, now
it’s slow since you’re sleeping, but he can’t help thinking if he could ever
make it race with his words or… with his touch? What is he thinking? No no no…
of your body is under him, but he would still like to touch you more, run his
fingers through your hair, trace your jaw line… he keeps getting greedy with
rarely sleeps this well, well, he rarely sleeps, and being able to relax like
this just because you’re this close could only mean one thing, right?
don’t your legs hurt like this?” your sleepy eyes and messy hair are the cutest
thing he’s ever seen, he swears. “Oh… a little, but it’s fine, MC.”
here, let’s exchange so you can stretch your legs a little.” Now your legs are
curled up and he’s being the pillow.
now he can at least caress your hair, but he’s the one with the heart racing