shorter boyfriend


credit to original owner for gif

Genre: pure smut

Words: 2,115

summary: you looked like a full course meal – and jeon sure as hell was starving

Smiling, you looked into the mirror and admired your reflection. Your black body con dress hugged you in all the right ways and your heels gave you that extra height that you’ve always wanted, despite still being shorter than your boyfriend. Tying a diamond choker around your neck, you applied a generous amount of makeup: subtle smoky eyes, mascara, lipstick, and a dash of brown eyeliner. You looked more than beautiful, instead of going for a cute look, you unknowingly went for sexy and stunning. You weren’t ever sure if the person staring back at in the mirror was really you. Tonight, you were going out to a private celebratory dinner with the boys as a congratulations for their Billboards award. By private, you meant only the boys and you. 7 boys and 1 girl, what could possibly go wrong?

Glancing at the clock, you remembered that the boys were waiting for you downstairs. You were currently at your home, but they decided that they should go all together since it’s more convenient. You were just thankful that you didn’t have to drive and use up your gas. Checking your appearance once more, you tucked a small strand of hair out of your face, smoothed the nonexistent wrinkles on your dress, and headed down the stairs. Upon your beauteous descendant, the sound of cameras going off instantly caught your attention.

“This is going to be my new background.” V unintentionally spoke aloud.

“You know… Jungkook is to your left, right?” Jimin whispered in his ear, trying to warn him.

Eyes widening, V’s body turned stiff as his head slowly turned to face Jungkook, wincing as his eyes fell upon his cold gaze. 

“I was joking!” V tried defending himself, but it was too late.

Jungkook was possessive of you, everyone knew that. If someone were messing with you and Jungkook felt as though you were threatened, he would rush to your aid. There was a time when he almost punched Jimin because he playfully hit you, but Junkook thought it was much more. Knowing this, the boys were very cautious when Jungkook was around, but once he left, they were free to mess around with you as much as they wanted. You loved being around them, despite Jungkook being like a second mother to you. They were all so caring and fun to be around, so you enjoyed every second with them and of course, Jungkook was right besides you. He wasn’t one of those clingy boyfriends, just the ones that tend to look out for you, even when it’s unnecessary. According to him “A king should always be protective over his queen. Without a queen, there is no king.” He was a good boyfriend and you made sure he knew that by flattering him everyday. 

“Oh god, Jungkook…” You began.

“What’s wrong? Is he bothering yo-”

“You look so damn good in that suit.” you praised, smirking as you checked him out from head to toe. “All of you look very handsome tonight.”

“I think I should leave you at home.” Jungkook glared as he proposed, watching your eyes trail all over his members.

Instantly refuting, you laughed as you wrapped your arms around Jungkook, leaning in to give him a kiss, completely forgetting that you two were not the only ones in the room.

“I think we should leave both of you at home.” Namjoon scoffed, interrupting ‘the moment’.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea…” Jin said, looking at Namjoon and shaking his head.

“Let’s go already. I’m hungry.” Yoongi whined as he pouted.

Agreeing with his complaint, you all filed out the door and transferred into the car. The car ride to the extravagant restaurant was filled with off key singing and imitations of one another.

“You guys remember how Namjoon danced during Blood Sweat and Tears, right?” V mentioned, bursting into laughter as Namjoon’s cheeks heated up in embarrassment.

“I did the same choreography you guys did!” Namjoon defended.

“No, you didn’t.” All the members said in unison, causing Namjoon to sulk in his chair.

“Leave him alone, you dorks. I believe he did just fine!” you spoke up.

“Did you just call us a dork?” Hoseok playfully questioned, “You’re the youngest one here!” 

The seven men erupted in fits of laughter upon hearing this fact. It was true, you were younger, but only by a month. Jungkook was older by a month and yet although he dislikes the word ‘oppa’, he loved the way the syllable rolled off your tongue. The members would tease him about it, but he paid them no mind, only ever keeping his attention on you and only you. Once you had arrived, you all walked into the table out by on the balcony. This was your favorite kind of spot, so they made sure to book the entire area. The horizon was plastered with lovely strokes of blue and black, the moonlight contrasting your simple yet astounding makeup. But there was a problem. The servers had miscounted the chairs and you were the only one without a seat. 

“Excuse me!”, Jin called out, “We reserved a table for 8, not 7.”

The waiter’s expression instantly became apologetic as he spoke, “I’m so sorry, but we’re completely booked tonight. We don’t have any more chairs to spare.”

“That’s not our fault, you -” 

“It’s okay!” you chirped, “I’m sure we can figure something out.” 

Bowing as an apology, the waiter quickly walked away, flooding the scene.

“Do they want to see my wrath? How could they miscount?” Jin scolded.

You shook your head, slightly laughing at Jin’s remarks as you crossed your arms. “Seriously, it’s oka-”

Before you could finish your sentence, Jungkook pulled you on top of his lap and wrapped his arms around the waist. The men at the table instantly praised him for his manliness while your cheeks instantly heated up.

“Jungkook! This isn’t necessary, come o-”

“Babe, it’s fine.” Jungkook interrupted, preventing any further discussion. 

Clearly defeated, you sighed and continues to sit on his lap. Momentarily after ordering, you reached over to grab your glass of water. Upon doing so, you just so happened to roughly brush your ass on his crotch, causing him to choke on his steak.

“You better not be doing that on purpose.” Jungkook warned, releasing a low growl in your ear which sent chills down your spine.

“That was an accident.” you said before returning to drinking your water.

At first, it was unintentional, but you loved the way Jungkook got aroused. He was always teasing you in bed, so it’s not unfair to do it back, now is it? Dropping your napkin on purpose, you bent over the table to reach for it, going painfully slow as you rubbed against him. He choked back a loud moan as he gripped your thigh. 

“So that’s how you want to play, huh?” You didn’t have to look back to know that he was smirking.

You pretended to not hear him as you continued to binge on the side dishes, but the moment you felt his hands slithering under the thin fabric of your dress, you knew the night was going to be agonizingly long. Acting as if his actions had not phased you, you began to talk to Yoongi about his music.

“Is it safe to suspect a second mixtape being released soon?” you playfully asked him, putting your hand over Jungkook’s as you attempted to stop his hands from sliding into your panties. But it was too late.

Softly, yet roughly, playing with your clit, you harshly swallowed a sound of pleasure as you gripped onto his wrists, unable to stop his movements.

“I would believe so. I’m working on a new track with Jimin and it’s going very well.” Yoong said,  praising the younger one in which Jimin smiled shyly in response. 

As the men talked amongst themselves, Jungkook took this as an opportunity to slip two fingers in between your wet folds. Eyes widening, you nearly hit the table in shock. Luckily for the both of you, you were seated at the edge of the table. Not only that, the table cloth covered his hands under your dress and Jungkook’s tailored black suit prevented anyone from seeing his movements.

“Don’t you think this is a little too far?” you said, speaking loud enough for only Jungkook to hear.

“I don’t know what you mean.” He feigned innocence as he began leaving butterfly kisses down your back.

Curling his fingers, you bit your lip painfully hard as you clenched the table. Picking up the pace, his fingers pumped in and out of you, your wetness drenching his fingers whole. When your walls began to clench around his digits, he smirked and pulled his fingers out, causing you to release a small whine as your eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“Lift your ass up a bit.” Jungkook softly demanded.

Obeying his orders, you heard the sound of his dressed pants slowly unzipping. Oozing with wetness, you could only think of the pleasure that was bound to follow.Two hand on your waist lowering you down, you gently grasped his erection between your hands, placing it at your entrance. Without any warning, Jungkook shoved you down on him, causing you to accidentally release a loud moan as he shut his eyes in pleasure and rested his head on your back, unable to look his members due to embarrassment.

“Are you okay?” Jin asked, concern washing over his defined features.

You profusely shook your head, “I bit my tongue really hard.” 

Laughing at your silliness, they continued carrying on with their conversation, completely oblivious about the scene that was playing right before they very own eyes. 

“You got to be quiet, baby. We don’t want them to find out, now do we?” Jungkook whispered into your ears as he played with your clit.

“N-No.” you whispered.

“What was that? I didn’t hear you.” Jungkook teased, clearly enjoying how you were so sexually frustrated.

“No.” you repeated more confidently, earning a sexy chuckle from him.

Slowly moving up and down, you had created enough friction to satisfy the both of you. With your hands over Jungkook’s, he continuously fondled you as he thrusted in and out. It was nearly impossible to be ‘quiet’ seeing as to how his thrusts were small, yet so powerful. His penetration had you completely filled, every movement was pure bliss. The night was ending and everyone was exhausted, clearly bloated from all they had eaten. Splitting the check evenly, the men started to rise from their seats, causing you both to halt your little performance. 

“You guys go first, I need to talk to her privately.” Jungkook said with respect, despite being balls deep in your pussy. 

Unaware of the situation, they quietly left you guys alone while closing the door as well as the balcony curtains. Conveniently enough, you sighed in relief which only lasted momentarily before Jungkook pulled out quickly as he stood up from his chair, bending you over the table. 

“You’ve been quite naughty tonight, haven’t you?” Jungkook said, rubbing his dick inbetween your folds, but refusing to put it in.


“You need to be punished.”

“Please, punish me.” You begged as you put both hands on your ass, giving him a better view of your exposed body. 

Without a second thought, he thrusted into you, causing you to moan. You could be as loud as you want since everybody had left and the music was being blasted in the main room. No security cameras. No waiters. Nothing. Nothing but you and Jungkook.

Grasping your boob with one hand and the other gently on your throat, Jungkook’s thrust became more and more deep which means that your moans became louder, completely filling the air of the still night. Clenching around him, he gave you one last hard penetration as you both came simultaneously. Fortunately, you were on birth control which Jungkook highly appreciated. Standing up, you sat on the table as you faced him.

“I meant to say it earlier, but you looked amazing tonight.” Jungkook said with a cheeky smile.

“So did you.” you retorted, “but I wish I had eaten more. The food was pretty good.”

Sliding a single digit between your folds, he brought his finger up to lips, seductively licking them clean.

“I’m pretty full.” 

even if those aren’t the same scarfs, they look really similar, and that actually makes it gayer. bc if it’s the same then it means they only borrow each other’s scarfs (it’s just your typical bros things™), but if it’s similar? boi they are purposely aiming for the couple look.

Speak my love for you

Ok so @whalechief, I’m your secret valentine. I did shklance for you, so I hope you enjoy. Oh quick thing, ‘hai dozo’, basically mean ‘here you go’ in Japanese. The italicized word in normal quotation marks are being spoken in Japanese but while I have studied it, I’m not really fluent in Japanese except for the basics. So again, happy Valentine’s Day and I hope you enjoy.

Lance blinked sleepily at the semi crowded room. He was tired, college classes were getting to him.

“You doing ok?” he looked over to where Hunk was cleaning the expresso machine.

Lance nodded, “I’m just tired from all the work I have to do. I still need to get my astronomy and Japanese class grades up.”

“Are you still eavesdropping on the really good looking couple?”

“The one with the both equally strong looking guys who look good enough to eat? The same ones I’m really hoping I heard were poly, yes Hunk, yes I am.” The couple on his mind were good looking and from the very interaction, quiet nice. They were going out, if the kiss the shorter one gave his boyfriend the first time they came into the shop was anything to go by, but when they sat together, they’d speak Japanese to each other. Lance, learning Japanese, would eavesdrop on their conversations just to test his listening skills. He had been sure they had been talking about another guy they had tried dating. Either that or his wishes were messing up with his hearing, which would be bad. But honestly, he really wanted a chance with them, if he could ever ask them out.

“They’re gonna catch you one day.” Hunk warned.

“I’ll deal with that then.” Lance let out a yawn behind his hand, rubbing his eyes. He was really tired, and his brain did feel kinda frazzled.

He didn’t notice that the two guys he had been hoping to see walk into the shop but he did notice the very angry customer stomp over, slamming his half-filled cup on the counter, making him jolt.


“Um, yes?”

“I had asked for a soy decafe latte.”

“Um, ok?” Lance was pretty sure that’s what the guy had in front of him, not to mention that it was half drunk. “Uh, sir. This is a soy decafe and it’s half drunken.”

“Are you calling me a liar? I have superior taste buds and this is not what I ordered.”

Where the hell was Hunk? When did he disappear? And did the guy have to yell? Lance was sure that he had called out the correct order when the guy came to pick it up. He never corrected him. He couldn’t deal with this guy coming up and yelling at him with no support.

“Hey asshole! Instead of lying, why not just leave cause you’re causing an unnecessary scene.”

That when he noticed them, the two guys he had been crushing on. The smaller one had his long hair tied into a ponytail, his purple eyes glaring at rude man in front of him. His boyfriend looked just as annoyed, but not as angrily powerful. He was sure that was not an easy feet to achieve.

“Excuse me?”

“They tell you you’re drink when your name is called. That cup is half empty and there are stains on the cup from drinking. You can’t honestly think you can get a free drink out of this. That order is correct and now you’re bothering the workers for no reason. So get lost or I’ll be more than willing to do it for you.”

The man looked like he was ready to argue more but taller boyfriend stepped forward. The guy was tall and really muscular. Lance was sure that the scar on his nose made him seem more terrifying, though Lance just thought it added to his hotness. Sure enough, the man took his cup and stormed out. Lance finally felt like he could breathe.

“Hey, are you ok?” he looked up to see the taller man. His mind finally put a name to the face, Shiro. He had gotten his name from him whenever writing down names, he was surprised he forgot. Maybe his mind was a bit more frazzled than he thought.

“Uh, yeah. Um, thank you.”

“You looked overwhelmed. I’m glad we were able to help a bit.” Shiro said. His boyfriend, Keith –what was with his head supplying the names so late? – didn’t look as mad before, but still looked slightly annoyed.

“I really hate it when assholes think they can just get away with stuff like that.” Keith said.

“Are you sure you’re ok?” Shiro asked

Lance nodded, “I’m fine. Thanks.”

Hunk came out from the kitchen, “I heard yelling. What happened?”

“Just a rude customer. I got it, don’t worry.” Lance said, calming Hunk down before he turned back to the other two. “What can I get for you? On the house for helping me.”

“Oh, that’s really not necessary.” Shiro said

“Please, it’s the least I can do. Plus I barely use the free employee discount I’m given anyway.”

“Are you sure?” at Lance nod, Shiro continued, “Ok, but I’m still getting my regular. Passion fruit frappe, for Shiro.”

“Peppermint latte for Keith.”

“Ok, passion fruit frappe for Shiro and peppermint latte for Keith. Alright, I’ll bring it over when it’s done.” The two went to their regular table, while Hunk pulled Lance away a bit.

“I was gone for two minutes to help Coran, what happened? Was it that weird guy with the shifty eyes?”

“Basically this customer was being really rude and yelling and my mind was already frazzled so I kinda almost broke down if they hadn’t come and saved me.” Lance explained

“And of course you offered free coffee. Please tell me you’ll try and ask them out. Trust me, normal people would jump for free stuff. They didn’t until you insisted.”

Lance looked over his shoulder to where the table was. He saw Keith glance at him before continuing to talk to Shiro. “We’ll see. Can you help me with the drinks?” the machinery was a bit closer to their table, so Lance was able to hear the tones of Japanese come to his ears. Lance knew it seemed rude after they helped but him, but he slipped back into the habit of eavesdropping.

“You can get really protective can’t you?”

“He looked like he was about to cry. I didn’t want to see that on him. He always has a smile. One that makes his eyes shine.”

Wait, where they talking about him?

“They do shine don’t they? It looks like the ocean. He’s pretty cute, which is why we should you know…”

Tell him he wasn’t hearing things? Were they talking about him? And saying he was cute?

“Hunk,” he whispered, “I think they’re talking about me. They mentioned Keith saving me and my ‘shiny blue eyes’. I think they called me cute.”

“Why do you look so surprised?” Hunk asked as he started pouring Shiro’s finished drink into the cup. “You always call yourself cute and so do I.”

“There’s a difference between the two hottest guys I’ve been crushing on since I met them and my best bro, who I love deeply.”

“Glad I feel special.” Hunk joked, spraying whip cream on.

“Are we going to ask him out?” Shiro asked

Keith let out a sigh and it took everything not to turn around to see his face. “I do, I really do, but I’d rather wait until before we’re about to leave in case he’s not into us.”

“I’m sure that our favourite barista is.”

“Ok. Now I’m pretty sure it’s me they’re talking about.” So they were interested in him. Lance couldn’t help the giddy smile on his face.

“Wait, really? You didn’t mix words up?”

“I really hope not. Actually, I have an idea. Are you done with Shiro’s?”

“Yeah. But what are you planning?” Hunk asked, handing the cup over.

“Trust me, if I tell you, I might talk myself out of it, or you’ll try and I might let you.” Lance carried the two drinks over to the table. The two stopped talking when Lance approached.

Hai, dozo.” Lance said in Japanese, as he set the cups down. The two started responding in Japanese but stopped before looking right at him. “Just so you know, I’ve been studying Japanese for the past two years. I do feel bad for eavesdropping but I’m not upset about what I heard.”

The two stared at him before Keith hid his face in his hands, “of course you understood us. Why not add to my embarrassment?”

“If it makes you feel better, I had my fingers crossed that you were actually talking about me or this conversation would be really weird. But just so you don’t have to wait, I am interest in going out with you two. If that’s what you were getting at?”

“Yes, actually. We’ve wanted to ask you for a while, but we’ve actually gotten a bit shy. After seeing you today, we decided we were going to ask today, but it seems that you beat us to it.” Shiro explained, his face actually looking a bit red. Keith was still hiding his face. The guy might be willing to yell at strangers, but it was cute to see him so flustered. “So, where did you learn, if you don’t mind my asking?”

“Oh, I’m minoring in Japanese at Voltron University.”

“Wait, you go to Voltron? How come we’ve never seen you?” Keith asked, immerging from his palms.

“Well I major in childhood education, so that might be why.”

“Let’s not forget we live off campus Keith. You barely want to be on campus as much as it is. In fact, did you want to come to our house for dinner of Friday? I think it’ll be a good excuse to avoid everyone and still be together, since it’s Valentine’s Day. I’m even willing to pull out Japanese recipes.”

“You can cook whatever you want. I’ll just bring a ton of chocolate.”

Keith swiped the sharpie attached to Lance apron and wrote a number down on a napkin before handing both items to Lance. “That’s my number. Text tonight so we can fill out the details?”

The same giddy smile made it back to Lance’s face as he took the items from Keith. “Sure. I’ll leave you to it.” He gave them both a smile before heading back behind the counter. Hunk was giving him a knowing look.

“Well that went really well.”

“I did not want to embarrass myself like that.” He heard Keith moan.

“He said yes, so let’s be thankful for that.”

Lance looked back at Hunk, “really well. Hey, do you think you can help me make a shit ton of chocolate before Valentine’s? I’ve got a lot of unhad dates to make up for.”

I only want you

Summary: Kyungsoo’s friends seem to think he has a dirty mouth but Jongin personally loves it.


The moment Kyungsoo trudges in sluggishly into the classroom and plops down on his seat, that’s when his head nods forward and promptly falls onto the desk with a loud thud. Sehun, who watched his friend make his entrance, stares at him oddly before shrugging his shoulders and going back to texting Chanyeol about a new bubble-tea place he found somewhere near the school.

The class hasn’t even begun and yet, Kyungsoo can’t even lift his head from his desk. His eyes are too tired to open. He heaves a low sigh as his body relaxes and he falls asleep for a few short minutes because soon enough the chair beside his own is being moved back to let a body sit on it. Kyungsoo faintly recalls hearing Sehun greet the person but the elder is far too tired to open his eyes to greet them.

“Is Kyungsoo sleeping?”

Sehun shrugs his shoulders again, laughing at a picture Chanyeol sent. “I don’t know, but look at this! Chanyeol made his dog dab!” Sehun bursts into laughter, eyes scrunching up cutely, white teeth on full display.

Jongin rolls his eyes but joins in with his friend. His eyes flit over to Kyungsoo’s slumped form and frowns. “Soo?” He murmurs, closing in slowly to wrap his left arm around the elder’s waist, leaning his head on Kyungsoo’s shoulder. “What’s wrong, baby Soo?”

Kyungsoo, despite having his forehead pressed against the desk, flushed a deep red all the way up to the tips of his ear. He groans lightly, huffing and turning his head to be able to face Jongin, eyes still closed. “Long night,” he mumbled, letting Jongin lift his head up to bring him towards his chest so that he can rest his head there instead. There’s a red imprint on his forehead from being pressed against the flat surface of the desk for a little too long.

“Did you stay up watching anime again?” Jongin asks in a low voice, dragging his fingers through Kyungsoo’s brown silky hair to lightly scratch his scalp to which he receives a satisfied hum. Jongin gets a soft no and soon enough Kyungsoo’s head becomes heavy enough for him to know the elder has fallen asleep.

“Are you sure you two weren’t up messing around in his bedroom last night?” Chanyeol asks as soon as he sits down in his assigned seat next to Sehun. Both males fist bump each other before turning their heads to face Jongin and the sleeping boy on his chest. “Cause I heard soft moans coming from there yesterday night.”

Jongin narrows his eyes at the tall ball of cotton candy, quickly catching on to what he’s implying but not wanting to spill anything unless Kyungsoo ends up getting upset with him. “Kyungsoo and I weren’t together last night so I don’t know what you heard but I’m sure as hell it wasn’t him moaning. It was probably Baekhyun or something.”

“But Kyungsoo hyung doesn’t live with Baekhyun, he lives with Chanyeol and I and we both heard him moaning last night.”

This sudden information makes Jongin smile in the inside. He knows Kyungsoo is probably faking his sleep to not deal with the two balls of too much energy. Jongin is always amazed at his boyfriend’s acting. “Maybe he was in pain?”

Chanyeol snorts, shaking his head and turning around to face Sehun. Both males roll their eyes, leaving Jongin to overthink things as usual. “He was moaning your name,” Sehun says with a knowing grin on his lips. “He must have been having a wet dream about you.”

The door to the classroom opens and Baekhyun comes in with his hair now dyed a dark shade of brown. “Hey guys,” he greets cheerily, placing a bag of muffins on Sehun’s desk and a cup of coffee on Chanyeol’s desk. “What’s wrong with Kyungsoo?” He asks, coming forward to sit in front of them on a single chair he pulled out from one of the desks.

“He was moaning Jongin’s name last night.” Sehun snorts as he pops a piece of blueberry muffin into his mouth. He moans at the delicious taste, almost choking at the half-lidded look Baekhyun sends his way. “Are you satisfying your boyfriend, Jongin? I mean he was probably using a dildo cause you’re not doing your job well—”

Kyungsoo rouses from his sleep with half-lidded eyes and puffy lips. He stares straight ahead at Sehun who is still grinning, hand gripping the muffin in his hand. “Shut the hell up, Sehun. Jongin’s dick always gives me the best orgasms.”

Jongin’s entire face flushed a deep red, yet he smirks with pride when Sehun and Chanyeol start choking. Baekhyun rolls his eyes at his sleepy friend. “Leave it to Kyungsoo to say dirty things so early in the morning.”

“Huh?” Kyungsoo blinks several times as he attempts to wake up from his drowsy state. “It’s so true, though!” He whines, nuzzling his nose into Jongin’s neck like a needy kitty. “I love Jongin’s dick, it is the best I have ever had.”

“You can always try other dicks you know,” Chanyeol comments as soon as he’s breathing again, though his face is still flushed.

“I only want Jongin’s dick in my ass, now shut the fuck up and let me sleep.” With that, the brown haired male snuggles impossibly closer to his boyfriend and falls asleep again.

Jongin has no idea what just transpired in a matter of minutes but he’s not mad at whatever happened either. Baekhyun looks shellshocked, Chanyeol has spilled his coffee all over his jeans, and Sehun won’t stop grinning.

“Wow, he wasn’t even embarrassed about us knowing what he was doing last night.”

Kyungsoo’s eyes open once more and he focuses them on Chanyeol. “I wasn’t having a wet dream, stupid. I stepped on a fucking lego last night.”

“Since when do you even play with legos?” Baekhyun wonders out loud, taking a chocolate chip muffin from the bag. His question goes unanswered so he busies himself by stuffing his mouth with sweet bread.

“Well, then why were you moaning Jongin’s name last night?”

“Cause we were having phone sex,” Jongin deadpans, turning his head to meet his lips with Kyungsoo’s. Kyungsoo’s lips stretch into a lazy grin, eyes twinkling with pure love for Jongin.

All three boys scrunch their eyebrows in disgust. “Gross,” they chorused together. “Yeah, like get a fucking room.” Sehun grunts over a mouthful of muffin.

“How about you man up and fuck Baek already, Sehun? I mean you’re not that innocent either,” Kyungsoo rolls his eyes, biting his lip to hold in a moan when Jongin’s fingers trail lightly down his neck. Goosebumps appear on his flesh. “Don’t you remember what happened four days ago?”

“God, please don’t say it!”

Baekhyun jumps up from his seat, slamming his hands against Chanyeol’s desk, scaring the taller male and causing him to burn his tongue. “Oh Sehun likes me? What the actual fuck?”

“Who wouldn’t like you, though? You’re sexy as fuck, Baekhyun,” Chanyeol mumbles over his cup of coffee after recovering from burning his tongue.

“What happened four days ago?” Baekhyun looks way too eager and excited to know and Kyungsoo has always loved to make Sehun flustered. “Come on, tell me, Kyungsoo!

“I caught him—”

“Kyungsoo, no!”

“Dry humping his pillow while moaning your name.”

Jongin bursts into loud laughter, bending forward with Kyungsoo still snuggled close to him. “Wow, Sehun. And you call Kyungsoo and I gross.” He continues to laugh at a miserable Sehun who won’t stop banging his head against his desk.

“Shut up!” Sehun whines, looking like a kicked puppy as he stomps his feet on the ground. “You’re the worst Kyungsoo. I hope you choke on a dick.”

Kyungsoo offers him a smirk, his teeth showing. He winks at his friend. “I’ve already choked on Jongin’s.”

“What the fuck!”

Joonmyeon, the class president makes himself present as he sits beside Baekhyun. “Um, I hope you guys know that class has been canceled and you all have been sitting in an empty classroom for the past half hour.” He giggles behind his hand but quickly shuts up when Sehun yells, throwing the muffin wrapper at Kyungsoo.

“Jongin! Can’t you stuff your fist in Kyungsoo’s mouth to shut him up?” Sehun couldn’t stop his cheeks from flushing no matter how hard he tries because Baekhyun keeps on winking at him obnoxiously and Chanyeol won’t stop waggling his eyebrows.

“I would rather have Jongin shove his fist up my ass. I bet that would feel—” This time, though, all the other boys leave the table, as they can’t handle Kyungsoo and his responses, and quickly scurry out of the classroom to get away from the shorter male and boyfriend.

Kyungsoo and Jongin stay alone in class giggling at each other but soon enough it ends with them kissing a whole lot. “You know,” Kyungsoo murmurs as he lightly touches Jongin’s chest over his shirt, “I really wouldn’t mind having your dick up my ass right about now,” he hums, placing his lips against Jongin’s heated skin.

Jongin lets out a low groan and soon enough he’s leaving the classroom with a firm grip on Kyungsoo’s wrist. They pass by their group of friends who are standing by a tree outside in the courtyard.

“Gonna go choke on Jongin’s dick, Kyungsoo?” Sehun calls behind after the couple as they pass him, Chanyeol, and Baekhyun.

“Gonna go fuck Baek’s ass, Sehun? Probably not. I bet Chanyeol will, though!” Kyungsoo yells over his shoulder, squeaking in shock when Jongin picks him up and throws him over his shoulder, slapping his ass to shut him up.

“They’ll both fuck me!” Baekhyun yells with an excited grin stretched on his lips.

“Jongin!” Kyungsoo whines, giggling as his boyfriend starts groping his ass in public. He gives his friends a thumbs up before disappearing from view.

Sehun is left behind with a scandalized look on his face as everyone milling around the courtyard turn to face him and openly laugh. He ducks his head in embarrassment, jabbing Chanyeol in the ribs when the taller male nods his head in approval, muttering, “I’m so down for that,” and flicks up his middle finger to Kyungsoo and his boyfriend who have disappeared around the corner of the building.


As soon as they are inside of the apartment Kyungsoo shares with Chanyeol and Sehun, Jongin backs Kyungsoo against the front door and begins to kiss the breath out of him. “You’re too fucking much, Kyungsoo,” Jongin breathes hotly against his boyfriend’s lips.

Kyungsoo tugs up Jongin’s shirt to rid him of it, splaying his hands all over his boyfriend’s toned torso. “Less talking and more fucking,” he mumbles against the younger’s lips as Kyungsoo presses himself closer to Jongin, grinding his lower half against the younger’s firm thigh.

“Impatient today, huh?” Jongin muses, pushing his boyfriend back to pick him by his thighs and bring him to his bedroom where Jongin proceeds to strip his needy boyfriend and himself from their clothes. “You were so fucking sexy today, Kyungsoo. I love that dirty mouth of yours, especially when it’s around my cock,” his hot breath fans over Kyungsoo’s dusky nipple before a wet tongue makes contact with it.

“Jongin,” Kyungsoo releases a breathless moan, bucking his hips up to brush his cock over Jongin’s chest. Another moan leaves his swollen lips when Jongin wraps his mouth around his nub and sucks hard enough to leave a bright red hickey in its wake. “Jongin just,” he chokes on another moan, body writhing on his green bed sheets as Jongin leaves wet, open mouthed kisses down his heaving torso, down his soft toned stomach, scattering feathery kisses across his hip bones and pelvis, straight down to the small patch of hair surrounding his hardened arousal.

Jongin nuzzles his nose against the base of Kyungsoo’s cock, inhaling deeply to commit the smell of Kyungsoo’s natural scent to memory. He lets out a low moan, lips tugging at the corners as his fingers grip the elder’s thick thighs to spread them apart to better accommodate his body between his boyfriend’s legs. He then brings up his fingers to slide them through his boyfriend’s pubic hair, smiling when Kyungsoo whines at him to stop teasing.

“Alright, baby,” he coos in a gentle voice, bringing his hand up to wrap it around Kyungsoo’s leaking cock. “Tell me what you want me to do to you,” Jongin’s voice is breathy, filled with lust as he drags his slick tongue over the head of his boyfriend’s swollen arousal.

Kyungsoo’s mind is turning into liquid right before Jongin’s eyes. Soft wispy moans leave his mouth, red-tipped fingertips slide through Jongin’s damp locks to grip tightly. “I want…” he sighs in pleasure, thighs twitching at having Jongin’s hot mouth over his cock, swallowing around him. “I want you to fuck me hard, drag your cock in my walls, feel me clamp around you, oh,” his hips buck upwards, back arching off of the bed, “hear me moan your name, listen to me scream in pleasure, watch me choke as I come, Jongin please!”

Jongin wastes no time and hurriedly grabs the bottle of lube he keeps in Kyungsoo’s drawer, not bothering to roll on a condom knowing they are both clean. He takes his time stretching his boyfriend’s winking hole until it can fit four of his fingers.

“Might as well, fist me if you have all four of your fingers in my ass,” comes Kyungsoo’s breathless voice.

Jongin chuckles, curling his fingers upward to brush them lightly against Kyungsoo’s sensitive bundle of nerves. “I just might if you keep talking like that to me.”

Kyungsoo clenches around Jongin’s fingers, lips forming into a smirk as he lets out a wanton moan. “I would like that very much, Jongin.”

The squelching sounds surrounding his fingers, heavy breathing and low moans have Jongin going crazy with wanting to claim Kyungsoo already. “Are you ready, Soo?”

A small nod of the head and Jongin is balls deep inside of Kyungsoo’s hole, hot velvety walls clamp his dick in a vice grip. If Kyungsoo keeps holding onto him like this, he’s not going to last a minute. “Relax baby,” Jongin plants his hands beside Kyungsoo’s head, sliding his dick in and out experimentally, checking his boyfriend’s face for any discomfort but only finds pure bliss instead. At that, he sits back on his shins, gripping Kyungsoo’s thighs to bring his lower body closer so that his ass is basically on Jongin’s lap.

Kyungsoo’s heart leapt into his throat at the intense look Jongin gives him and brings his hands up to grip Jongin’s forearms as his boyfriend starts to snap his hips forward, rolling them in a way that has the tip of his cock prodding against Kyungsoo’s prostate, causing his boyfriend to let out a high pitched moan, lips opening to let out more sounds, cheeks, neck, and torso completely flushed the prettiest pink Jongin’s ever seen. “Jongin, more! Again, again!”

Jongin gives Kyungsoo what he wants, tan hands sliding down to grip the elder’s plush, firm ass, squeezing the flesh in his palms as he thrusts harder and faster, making sure to slide his cock in and out so that Kyungsoo can feel each slide, rolling his hips to hit that stop yet again. Kyungsoo’s toes curl in delight, eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks, chin tilted up towards the ceiling. Sensual, throaty groans spill through his lovely mouth, ass pushing forward to grind against Jongin’s cock, greedy hole sucking more of the cock sliding in and out of it.

A familiar burn begins to collect in the pit of his stomach that has Kyungsoo whimpering and screaming Jongin’s name loudly, thighs moving to wrap them around his boyfriend’s slick waist, hitching his body up to hide his face in Jongin’s sweaty neck. He now bounces on Jongin’s lap desperately, rolling his ass in fast circles, moaning sensually, groaning throatily against the younger’s left ear. “Jongin,” his voice is lusty and deep, sounding hoarse from the constant yelling. “You’re so good to me,” he praises his boyfriend, hands gripping Jongin’s shoulders, whimpering when his boyfriend lies flat on his back, planting his feet firmly on the mattress and begins to snap his hips up, veiny hands spreading Kyungsoo’s ass cheeks wide.

“Gonna cum deep in that sweet ass of yours, Kyungsoo,” Jongin groans, chest heaving and heart working over time to keep a steady pace. Soon enough Jongin begins to feel that familiar burn collecting in his lower belly and his hips stutter, dick twitching in Kyungsoo’s pulsing hole, spilling translucent white into his whimpering boyfriend. Kyungsoo clenches hard around him, hitching moans spilling from red lips. There is a sticky wetness now coating their chests but they’re fully satiated, completely breathless and sore.

Their muscles feel like they’re on fire.

“How was that, baby Soo?” Jongin asks a little after five minutes of trying to catch their breaths. He watches how Kyungsoo lifts his head from where it was hiding previously and smiles shyly at him. His cheeks are still flushed, lips now a pink color, sweaty brown hair clinging to his forehead.

“I love your dick, it is the best I have ever had and the only one I will ever want.”

Jongin snorts, rolling them over as he begins to soften and slips out of Kyungsoo spasming hole. He gives the elder a soft kiss on the lips, wrapping a loose arm around the smaller male to spoon him from behind. “What about me?” He chuckles, nuzzling his nose down Kyungsoo’s sweaty neck.

Kyungsoo giggles cutely, turning over so that he’s facing Jongin, lifting his thigh up to wrap it around the younger’s nude hip. He kisses his boyfriend sweetly, smiling in the kiss when Jongin holds him close to his still sweaty torso. “I only want you, Jongin.”

(Note: Taken from my aff page lol)

Fresh Eyes // 2:04 PM

Pairing: Reader x Tom

Featuring: Tom Holland

Warning: fluff

Request - could you do a tom imagine based on the song fresh eyes? Like tom invites her to a premiere or something and she gets dressed up really fancy and that’s the first time he sees her like that?


The premiere that your boyfriend had invited you to started in less than thirty minutes, and you were desperately trying to find your shoes. The ones you had decided to wear were tall heels, since you were a foot or two shorter than your boyfriend, you could actually get away with wearing heels without looking like a daddy-long-leg.

Your phone buzzed from inside your clutch. Opening it up to see that it was a message from your boyfriend. You both had agreed to meet each other there. Since he had to be there almost two hours sooner than you could get there. Your work had made you stay overtime, which was something you specifically asked to not have happen. But the odds were never in your favour.

‘T-minus fifteen minutes love’

Your eyes scanned the text over and over again. Only fifteen minutes? You thought your had thirty. Rushing around the vast condo, you quickly found the heels that were hidden under a pile of coats that were thrown on the floor. You got messy when you were rushing.

You slipped on your soft overcoat and put on the heels, reveling in the new height. The car was parked out front, waiting for you. You got down to the lobby in two minutes, the elevator didn’t need to stop.

“Miss (L/N).” Gregory, your chauffer greeted you with a smile as he held open the car door.

“Thank you,” you said as you slipped into the leather seat. Your dress flowing in after you.

You had chosen something elegant, but not to overbearing. It was a dress you had picked out over a year ago, but it sat lonely in your closet since you had no big events to ever wear it to. Though, your boyfriend had never seen the dress, you chose tonight to surprise him. It was spaghetti strap, sparkling, and long. There was an open back, and a slit that ran up the side of your leg, to mid-thigh. It was elegant, really. And it was perfect.

The car came to a stop just outside the theatre. Cars were parked all alongside the walkway and paparazzi surrounded everyone. People were everywhere, except along the clean, red carpet that identified where all the celebrities were meant to stand.

Your eyes scanned the sea of people, searching for your tall, handsome boyfriend. Catching his ruffle of smooth, caramel brown hair made your heart swell. He was dressed fittingly in a blue suit, his smile radiant as he greeted different people. Gregory opened the car door for you as you stepped out, your long dress following swiftly behind. Eyes turned to you, cameras started to flash.

People knew who you were. You were Tom Holland’s extravagantly beautiful girlfriend. Not to sound self-righteous. You had read that line in a magazine once. It made you feel weird, knowing that everyone knew your face. They knew your name, your last name, where you came from, and so on. But you didn’t mind that fact, because you got to go home to an incredible boyfriend.

Tom noticed you almost instantly, his eyes following the swarm of paparazzi as your appearance was welcomed. His features lit up in glee as he pushed his way over to you, leading you gently by the hand to the clear red carpet. Once you made it out of the swarm, Tom rested his hands lightly on your hips, his eyes scanning you up and down in a devouring way.

“You look absolutely ravishing.” Tom said, his eyes finally reaching your face after he took in the dress. Heat rose to your cheeks, knowing only he could make you feel so hot and bothered with only a few simple words.

“Thank you,” you breathed, trying to get accustomed to the mass of people around you. “You look rather dashing, yourself.” You added, bringing your hand up to move aside a stray hair that protruded from the rest.

“We’re the best looking out here tonight.” Tom smiled warmly at you, him still slightly taller than you even in your heels. He then led you further along the carpet. His hand stayed on the small of your back as the night progressed onward.

The night had continued on with cameras and people, you met multiple new actors and actresses that had come to the premiere, each one commenting on ‘Tom’s stunning girlfriend’.

Standing now, almost to the end of the evening, the premiere was just coming to an end, as you and Tom stood outside the theatre, his arm laced around your torso. Gregory was pulling the car around for your ride home. Tom leaned close to you, his lips just brushing your ear.

“You looked so incredible tonight, love. Your hair, your dress. You were completely jaw-dropping.” Tom whispered, sending shivers down your spine as his hot breath touched your skin.

“Thank you, Tom.” You said to him, turning just slightly to place a meaningful kiss on his soft lips. He kissed you back, pulling you tighter into him, your body feeling the fabric of his suit on the bare skin that your dress exposed.

“Now, I can’t wait to get home and take it off.” Tom then said after leaving your lips, whispering roughly in your ear, his accent becoming somewhat demanding, desperate. Your heart began to accelerate at his words, his hand playing idly with the fabric of your dress.

No words could be said, as he knew you were thinking the same thing. The both of you raced into the car as Gregory pulled up along side the walkway.

“Home! Gregory, home!” Tom nearly shouted, his bubbling laughter following the chime. You couldn’t contain your own laugher as Gregory easily pulled back onto the road, the both of you forgetful to put on your seat belts.

You fell clumsily into Tom’s lap, where he swiftly grabbed hold of you by the waist, not letting you get up, your eyes became level with his as you hovered above him.

“I love you, (F/N).” Tom hummed, he was breathless. His eyes searched your face, he took in every detail and every feature.

“I love you more, Holland.” Your own voice had escaped you as your hands found his jaw, pulling his face up to connect to your lips.

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I’m a tall girl and whenever people see that my boyfriend is shorter than me (and by quite a lot) they always ask why I didn’t go for a tall guy. For one, I’ve never cared about height and secondly, it’s ironic because all the tall guys who ask me are the same friends tweeting about “5'5 and under only” 🙄 it’s like people always want what they can’t have.

i just got hit with some courferre feels

courf, smol son with caramel skin and freckles, being a foot shorter than his tol boyfriend ferre

the two of them are inseparable, like they do everything together. everything, even just going to the bathroom while out with friends

my boy ferre is a nerd so of course he has the best supply of nerdy pickup lines. they work wonders

courf thinks he’s smooth but really isn’t. ferre blushes anyway

marius has repeatedly put on a stupid disguise and watched their dates. he didn’t notice enjolras, grantaire and basically the rest of the amis scattered around the restaurant

they have the best wedding ever and it’s decorated with paper moths strung of fairy lights 

Date Night

Summary: The date Ian and Mickey were supposed to go on at the end of 5x10.

Word Count: 1320

Notes: I accidentally deleted this request from my inbox like right when I was about to respond to it, but luckily I saw it on time. Here it is!

“You got trashed off of one fucking beer, bitch!” Mickey shouted at his boyfriend with a big smile plastered across his face.

Ian giggled. “Yeah, I know. Finally something good about this fucking disease!” It was the first time anything good came from his bipolar disorder. He started to walk towards Mickey. “Holy shit, I just realized something.”

“What’s up?” Mickey still had a smile across his face.

Ian’s eyes widen. “We’ve never actually been on a real date.”

“Bullshit,” Mickey says in disbelief.

“No, I’m serious. Like, like a date where you sit down, and you go to a nice restaurant, and you put on a nice shirt and you– like– eat with utensils.”

Mickey raises his eyebrows. He can’t really imagine going on an actual date. “You want to do that?”

“Yeah,” Ian shrugs. “Why not?”

“Like at Sizzler’s?”

Ian raises his arms triumphantly. “Sure!”

“You mean now?” Mickey laughs.

“Now,” Ian insists. “Before I sober up and get all fucking weird again.” He goes to put his arm around his boyfriend. “C’mon.”

Mickey shakes his head with a grin. “Alright. Can I borrow a fucking shirt then please?” He looks down and sees his bloody clothes. He’d look fine if he and Ian hadn’t gotten in a fight earlier, but now he needs to change.

“Yes, you can borrow a shirt,” Ian laughs and leads his boyfriend into the house.

They each have an arm wrapped around the other’s back as the continue singing, “cause love is a battlefield!” As they change the song continues, and Mickey cannot help but giggle at his boyfriend because this is the first time he’s seen him happy since his diagnosis.

As soon as Ian is finished changing and cleaning off he wounds, he turns and cockily presents himself to Mickey. “How do I look?”

Mickey eyes him from head to toe. “Like you’re goin’ on a date,” he said. When Ian gave him a look that told him he wanted more, he caved. “You look fuckin’ good.”

Ian winks at his boyfriend as he takes his messy shirt off so he can put another on. When he was changed Ian opened his eyes like he was starstruck. “Jesus fuck, you are so fucking hot when you’re dressed up.”

Mickey bashfully chuckles. Ian has always been over complementary when he’s drunk, so he should be used to it by now, but he’s not. After all these years Ian still makes Mickey feel so special.

“Like so fucking hot,” Ian said seductively and approach his shorter boyfriend. When he got close enough, he start placing lustful kisses on Mickey’s jawbone.

Mickey forced himself not to fall into it. “Hey, hey,” Mickey grabbed his face. “You can fuck me after, but right now I’m taking you on a date.”

Ian nods and straightens himself up. “Right. Let’s go,” he smiles and head out of the room.

As they walk down the stairs they put their arm around each other and begin singing once again. To their surprise the whole Gallagher family is sitting in the living room looking at them with wide and confused eyes. Mickey figured they looked shocked because this was the first time in weeks that Ian was laughing rather than moping. “What are you guys doing?” Fiona asked.

“We’re going on a date!” Ian said before dragging his boyfriend to the door. They completely ignored whatever the rest of the family had to say and made their way out of the house.

The couple made their way to Sizzler’s laughing and talking. Mickey was just a little buzzed, so he was still able to fully marvel at the sight and laughter of his boyfriend without the strong desire of sex to distract him. For the first time in a long time, he had the chance to admire Ian’s face and smile without any embarrassment. No matter what, Mickey loved Ian to no end.

“Whatcha lookin’ at?” Ian asked as they made their way into the restaurant.

“Nothing,” Mickey tried to shrug it off, but Ian looked unconvinced. “I’m looking at a tall ass redheaded asshole,” Mickey patted Ian’s cheek. Ian smirked proudly at the dark haired boy’s words.

The boys took their seats and started looking through their menus as the waitress poured them a glass of complimentary wine. Mickey had a plan to get a steak so rare that they’d hear it mooing as he ate it. Ian laughed at his boyfriend choice, but decided he wanted the same thing. Once they ordered their food, they were left looking at each other.

Before saying anything, Ian looked around. He saw couples eating and enjoying their time, which was something he had always wanted to experience, and now he it’s happening for him. “I’ve always wanted to go on a date,” Ian admits.

“Should’ve told me before, I would’ve taken you,” Mickey said before taking a sip of his wine.

Ian snorted. “Bullshit. You would’ve called me gay!”

“You are gay, and this is fucking gay,” Mickey jabbed at Ian with a smirk. “I don’t mind though. Must be getting used to it or some shit,” he shrugged his shoulders.

Ian was hit with a sudden realization that caused him to beam with joy. “Y’know.. you do a lot of gay shit for me. I made you, Mickey Milkovich, a softy,” he spoke victoriously.

Mickey scoffed, but there was no rudeness in the tone. “Fuck off, Gallagher. I am not soft,” he protested.

“So soft,” Ian joked.

“I’ll only ever do that shit for you. You mean more to me than the other assholes do,” he admitted. For some reason this conversation made him think of when Ian took Yevgeny away and Mickey called him to declare his love and tell him how he needs him to come home– suddenly he froze and stared Ian in the eyes.

Mickey never knew if Ian ever heard that voicemail, but after seeing Ian match his expression, he knew he most definitely had listened to it. It was crazy how the two of them didn’t need much words to communicate– they just always understood what the other was feeling and thinking with a quick glance.

Ian reached out and put his hand on Mickey’s, and in all honesty, he expected Mickey to pull away, but he didn’t. “I never got to tell you this, but,” he paused as a smile creeped on his face. “I really love you, Mick. I know I haven’t been able to show it too well these last couple weeks but you gotta know that I do.”

It looked like a flood of relief washed over the Milkovich boy’s body. “Fuck, I’ve been dying to hear that,” he said breathlessly. “I fucking love you too.” He tried to hold back a smile, but it was pointless because Ian could see right through him.

“Thanks for everything you do for me,” Ian added graciously as his lips began to curve upward.

Mickey nods. “I’ll always be here,” he assured him.

Cutting them off from their moment, the waitress came to their table with two big steak platters. Ian laughed at the uncommon sight of perfectly cooked meal. Each boy grabbed their utensils and dug in.

Throughout the rest of the date the boys laughed and made jokes about the steak mooing as they ate. Mickey even paid for Ian’s dinner because if he was going to be on a date, he might as well do it the correct way and act like a gentleman.

Ian felt like a teenage girl who was swooning over a big crush, and Mickey felt the same– even if he’d never admit it. It was nice to have an enjoyable and problemless night. Once their date was finished, they agreed that this perfect night was one for the books. They never wanted forget being this happy, and they truthfully felt like it’d never go away.

Bf! Chanyeol

  • Chanyeol made your day brighter, he was your sunshine, your everything
  • You had an early shift at the clothes’ shop that day, politely handling customers and going by your life
  • When this giant entered, goofing around with a shorter guy (Baek)
  • You were instantly attracted to his tall frame and goofy laugh and his arresting eyes and decided to avoid him
  • But you still sneaked glances at him as he checked out some hoodies,often breaking into a smile 
  • You thought that the shorter guy was his boyfriend, and felt a nauseous pit in your stomach
  • “Y/N those customers need your help” your co-worker said. You were confused because she worked here too? why did anyone need your help? you hoped to god it wasn’t that tall guy, you weren’t confident enough to talk to him
  • But guess what
  • it was him
  • You stood in front of him, feeling small and vulnerable and wanting to run away. He just looked at you and didn’t speak as if enthralled by your presence
  • “Ya Chan just ask her out already” the shorter boy said, chuckling and walking away
  • Chanyeol gave him a stern glare and then turned to you, smiling shyly
  • “I-uh-I kinda wanted to see you cuz I’ve been walking by and I saw you and um….do you want to go out on a date with me?”
  • You let out a muffled laughter, he was so cute and shy and stuttered so much and you had to say yes
  • You spent the night tossing and turning cuz of nervousness and because you weren’t ready for the date.This guy could be an axe-murderer for all you knew
  • But you still slipped on your best clothes and set out for the date, not knowing what it would bring you
  • Chanyeol was so shy and giggly the whole time. After spending more time with you, he opened up a bit more and you actually got to see what an energetic puppy he is
  • Which is why Chanyeol is always there to cheer you up
  • His hugs are so warm and loving and he smiles so bright as he opens his arms to envelope you. Sometimes he opens his coat too and completely encloses your body with the coat and holds you tightly against his chest. He also places sweet kisses on top of your head and strokes your hair. You can hug him for hours
  • He holds you by the waist because he wants you close. His touches are gentle but strong at the same time
  • He’s a perfect mixture of love, insanity, crazy, beauty
  • When he kisses you, he softly holds the small of your back and pulls you close. His lips are so sweet and soft and you feel like you’re gonna melt there and then. And then he smiles really cutely after and head bumps you gently
  • Playful kisses on cheeks, especially when you’re mad at him
  • Chanyeol is loud at times so he can be annoying and when you get mad at him he just sulks like a puppy and does all sort of things to calm you down. Lots of back hugging and cheeky stares. He just rests his chin on your shoulder and looks at you until you forgive him
  • In a constant need of your attention. As we already know Chanyeol loves attention but when you’re busy with your work he wants it more. He would annoy you a lot and tell you to love him and then he gets quiet when u kiss his cheek but wants your attention again after a few moments
  • Like a little child
  • Wants help with EVERYTHING. Like are you dating a 24 year old tall af boy or a five year old baby 
  • Makes fun of you being small, makes fun of you no matter what
  • And most of his jokes are kinda offensive but you know he doesn’t mean it
  • Playing with his puppy and him taking pictures of you both. His lock screen is you playing with his puppy, totally unaware of him taking your picture
  • And those kind of pictures are his favourite because finds you the most beautiful when you’re the most unaware of it
  • He always texts you in the morning and facetimes you when he’s away. Like he’ll facetime you early in the morning when he’s on tour asking you what he should wear. And then calls u before the concert, especially when he’s nervous, because your voice calms him down
  • Feels guilty that he doesn’t see you a lot and then spoils you when he finally sees you
  • Either with food or with presents, he just loves spoiling you
  • Sometimes you both just stay quiet and work on your own an its so chill
  • Listening to his mixtapes and reading some of his songs, which are mostly about you. He’s always fidgeting when you’re listening to his self composed songs because he wants to impress you
  • Your feedback is everything to him
  • This child wants to impress you so much like he wants you to love him the way he loves you and admire him
  • Whenever you give him a compliment he smiles so big and his ears get all red
  • You make fun of his ears and he gets really offended. Along with Baekhyun you roast Chanyeol and he loses his ability to speak and just stares at you, shook. And then he ignores you and gets really petty
  • “Go share food with Baekhyun, isn’t he your beeest friiiend”
  • He’s always so jealous
  • Like even if a guy gets a lil to close with you, especially when it’s his group members, he gets moody and makes weird faces and lowkey fights with you
  • You hang out a lot with Exo and Chanyeol loves it but also hates it because you pay them more attention
  • Chanyeol loves it when you wear his hoodies, he adores it. He wants you to wear them more because you look so cute in his huge ass clothes
  • Hanging out in his studio and listening to underground R&B music  while just doing your work. He would work on a song, and you’d be reading a book and it’ll be so cool
  • Your dates are mostly at diners and cafes
  • Going shopping together and you losing your energy cuz Chanyeol spent an hour in the snapback section
  • He immediately senses if you’re in a bad mood and if your day didn’t go so well. And he takes you to his favouite ice cream parlour and just talks about nothing and it makes you feel 1000x better
  • Holds your hand without noticing and strokes it with his fingers
  • Movie marathons and warm cuddling sessions
  • Going to the cinema together and him falling asleep on your shoulder
  • When he’s really tired, he prefers sleeping in your lap
  • In bed, Chanyeol doesn’t care who’s the top or bottom, as long as he gets what he wants
  • But he can go daddy on you too
  • Morning sex, sex in the shower, him touching in places he shouldn’t be. He loves being rebellious and touching you when he’s not supposed to
  • So proud of you
  • Constantly reminds you of how beautiful you are
  • “U know my girlfriend y/n….”
  • Loves you endlessly
  • You feel so lucky to have this dork in your life

Tsukikagehina hcs:
• Tsukishima wakes up first but never gets up until Hinata starts crawling all over him wanting food and kisses
• Kageyama always wakes up last, still sleepy even though he sleeps the most
• they usually never wake up in the same position they went to sleep, cause Hinata moves so much
• it’s usually Tsukishima and Kageyama curled up together and Hinata sprawled across them
•once they wake up, they’ll usually shift so that Hinata’s lying between Kags and Tsukki (so that they can easily kiss their shorter boyfriend and each other)
•Kageyama is reeeally difficult to wake up, it takes a lot of work from both Hinata and Tsukishima to get him up.
• although sometimes Tsukishima will sigh and carry a sleepy Kags around to help him get ready if he really can’t get up in time for school
•Tsukishima always saying , “Morning, sunshine,” when Hinata wakes up

• Kageyama tried drinking coffee once but ended up not being able to sleep for a whole night and then did not wake up for about 15 hours and scared Hinata and Tsukishima to death / they never told him to try to ever again

Okay so i see most people headcanon that when they’re older, Otabek is taller than Yuri. Thats cute and all but g u y s. Listen. What about shorter boyfriend Otabek.

The small boyfriend who is quiet and sweet but will kick your ass if you mess with his Yuri.

The small boyfriend who is top (or mostly top) and its not weird to either of them because short guys can be top; its not determined by size.

The small boyfriend who opens doors for Yuri and is a total gentleman to him because his Yuri deserves the best.

The small boyfriend who still dips Yuri when they dance together even though Yuri is a fuckin giant compared to him.

The small boyfriend who carries his Yuri bridal style when he so much as stubs a toe because his beautiful prince is hurt and in need of assistance.

The small boyfriend who acts like he would be the tall boyfriend if stereotypes where followed.

Bonus if Yuri is the giant skyscraper boyfriend who acts like the small mouse size boyfriend.

(also i know some of this is a little ooc but let me live ok)


Derek x Reader

“(Y/N)’s going to kill us.” Stiles groaned as he looked eye to eye with the newly shrunken Derek.


“Who’s (Y/N)?” Derek asked curiously.

“Deader than dead, I’m blaming this on you.” Stiles grunted.


“Well Derek isn’t supposed to be back till this evening and (Y/N) got mad that she didn’t get to see tiny Derek the last time he got shrunk.” Scott shrugged.

“I haven’t been shrunk.” Derek objected, frowning at Stiles and Scott as he followed them to the Jeep.


“Just take him to mine while I go ask Deaton how we get him back.” Scott muttered quickly as he headed over to his bike.

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nightfurylover1112  asked:

“That— That’s your blood! Why the hell didn’t you say anything!?” - for the whumpy prompts thing pleeeeeeaseeeee :D

Here ya go!

Set after HTTYD 2

Hiccup stumbled.

Astrid threw out her hand to steady her boyfriend, frowning at the tacky feeling of his black flying leather. She drew her hand back, paling when they came back streaked with crimson.

“That- That’s your blood! Why the hell didn’t you say anything!?”

“Huh?” Hiccup stopped in his tracks, looking down at his clothing. He’d been pale since the crash, but they’d both put it down to shock. He felt battered and bruised, nothing serious, but now that he thought of it there was this stabbing pain in his side. “Oh! I didn’t- I-“ Hiccup swayed on his feet.

“Oh for Thor’s sake, sit down.” Astrid pulled Hiccup down to sit on a fallen tree.

The two dragons had run off ahead, but they came dashing back through the tree, Stormfly’s keen senses having picked up the smell of blood.

Toothless nosed at his rider.

“I’m fine bud,” Hiccup rested his right hand on the Night Fury’s snout. “Just a scratch,” he caught Astrid’s worried expression. “Really, I didn’t even notice it until just now.”

And now that he had noticed, by the God’s did it hurt.

“Show me.” Astrid was already working to undo the straps that held the leather pieces of Hiccup’s outfit together. The dark material was sticky along the edge where the thick black leather ended and the lighter brown fabric crossed down over his stomach. Astrid frowned as she ran a hand over the suit. “This is torn,” she noted. “How did you not notice this?”

Hiccup shrugged, wincing at the motion. “I was more focussed on the fact I’d survived falling out of that tree.” He joked.

“You shouldn’t have been up a tree in the first place.” Astrid scowled to cover up her feelings of guilt. “You’re the chief of the village now,” she reminded him. “You can’t just go galivanting off and throwing yourself into these dangerous situations.”

“We’re allowed time off,” Hiccup argued. “We’re allowed to let off steam. We were messing around. Accidents happen.”

“I should have asked Stormfly to put you down on the ground.” Astrid had successfully stripped Hiccup of his top layer of leather. Her fingers brushed over the jagged rip in the layer below. Here the blood was obvious against the light brown material.

“It wasn’t your fault,” Hiccup tried to reassure his girlfriend. It wasn’t easy when his breaths were coming in ragged gasps as she poked at a particularly tender spot. “It was funny.”

“It was foolish!” Astrid’s outburst shocked Hiccup.

It had been funny. In a situation similar to Astrid’s first encounter with Toothless, Stormfly had plucked Hiccup from the air after he’d dived off Toothless. Under Astrid’s instruction she had dumped the dragon rider in a tree.

They had both laughed at Hiccup’s surprised squawk.

And then Hiccup had slipped.

He’d probably only been a few metres up the tree and he’d managed to snag onto the last branch long enough to slow his decent. He’d still hit the ground with a painful thud.

In a much gentler voice Astrid directed Hiccup to raise his arms so she could remove the last piece of armour.

“Yeah, that might not be possible.” Hiccup’s face was twisted in pain. Toothless gave his rider’s face a sympathetic lick.

Astrid drew the small dagger Hiccup kept tucked into his left wrist guard.

“Hold still,” she told him, slicing through the thick fabric. She hissed as the material fell away to reveal the sweat and blood soaked tunic underneath.

“I really don’t feel good,” Hiccup muttered.

“There’s a lot of blood,” Astrid inspected the tear in the tunic. Bits of stick fell through her fingers. “How hard did you hit that last branch?” She wondered out loud. “The Thor damned thing pierced right through your armour.”

She used the rags of Hiccup’s shirt to wipe away some of the blood and inspect the wound. “I can’t tell if there’s anything stuck in there or not.”

Hiccup paled even further. “You don’t think-“ he started.

Astrid held a wad of cloth to the wound to stem the bleeding. Hiccup hissed as the rough fabric made contact with his skin. “We can’t be sure,” Astrid lifted the makeshift bandage to see if it was still bleeding. “We need to get back to Berk now.”

“We should take Toothless, he’s much more sneaky,” Hiccup murmured.

“Don’t go silly on me Hiccup, you haven’t lost that much blood.” Astrid joked, but she was worried. There was a lot of blood on Hiccup’s clothes, she just didn’t want him to know that.

“As you wish Milady.” Hiccup stood, swaying on his feet while Astrid held him steady.

“Try not to faint,” Astrid pleaded. “I don’t think I could carry you.”

Hiccup scoffed. “I’m tougher than that.”

“That’s the spirit babe.” Astrid encouraged him to walk over to Toothless. Never mind how stealthy he was, the Night Fury was shorter than Stormfly and it would be much easier to get Hiccup onto his back. Astrid would be able to ride behind him and control the tailfin.

“Up we go.”

Hiccup blanched as the movement sent a spike of pain through his side. He grit his teeth and held on to the front of Toothless’s saddle. Astrid climbed up behind him, reaching around his narrow waist to hold onto him.

“You keep pressure on that wound,” she instructed him. Hiccup nodded, one hand held the tatters of his tunic against the hole in his chest. Though four inches shorter than her tall boyfriend, Astrid had no trouble peering over his slumped shoulders and directing Toothless to take off.

Stormfly flew level with them as they made the short journey back to Berk.

She felt Hiccup go lip in her arms as they touched down on the wooden decking outside the healer’s hut.


The small woman came running.


Hiccup opened his eyes with a groan. The sharp pain from before had muted to a dull ache. He shifted on the firm pallet, sending a flare of pain up his side. He resolved to never move again.

“Don’t you ever do that to me again!” Astrid sat beside him, watching over her boyfriend with a worried smile. She brushed away the stray lock of hair that had fallen across Hiccup’s forehead.

“I didn’t do anything,” Hiccup mumbled. “You’re the one who dropped me in a tree.”

“I’m sorry.”

Hiccup flapped his hand lazily. “You’re forgiven.” He told her. “So can we go now? Because my bed at home is much more comfortable than this one.”

“Only if you promise to stay in it,” Astrid warned.

“You can stay in it too,” he smirked.

“Hiccup!” Astrid shot a glance at the healer, who Hiccup didn’t seem to realise was present. From where he lay, Hiccup followed her gaze.

Shooting upright with his hand clutched to his chest, Hiccup stared at Gothi with wide eyes.

The tiny woman chuckled and waved the two Vikings away.

“The Gods hate me,” the young Chief complained. Astrid helped him up and over to where Toothless was waiting anxiously. She gave Hiccup an amused smile and waited for him to settle himself in the saddle.

“The Gods can be fickle,” she told him. “But I’m not and I like you very much.”

“Thank Thor for small mercies.” Hiccup pretended to groan when Astrid smacked him lightly on his uninjured shoulder.

“Though why I like you will always be a wonder.” She wrapped her arms around Hiccup just as Toothless launched into the air, headed for home.

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