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t-touchy..!

wc: 0.9k content warning: timeskip, established relationship, drunk boyfran ushjima x reader, suggestive, make out, not proofread.. haiiiiii :3

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it's freezing outside of the contrasting warm and bustling restaurant your boyfriend's team is celebrating their new win from earlier. the aroma of the delicious food spreads everywhere as well as the joyful cheering and laughter of ushijima and his hooting teammates.

your boyfriend's not one to drink, but his teammates were pretty good at getting him to loosen up—after all, each shot he downed was like scoring another point towards victory while his teammates cheered and clapped.

course, ushijima had to be mindful of how much he drank since he didn't want to become a burden to you once it hits. though, you didn't mind, it was good to see him have fun with his teammates and you jsut wanted to follow him along for dinner to show your support.

"god.. this tastes awful," ushijima groaned between furrowed brows as he felt the alcohol's burn slither down his esophagus, followed by a disgusted look plastered on his face.

"ouu just the good ol' s-shot.!" hoshiumi hicced as he flashed his big dopey grin with flushed cheeks.

"do you feel it ushijima? the way it's immediately making all the stress and worries disappear!!" he roughly patted ushijima's back before joining another conversation across the table.

as you giggled, you couldn't help but notice how ushijima looked so tired, his eyelids drooped despite having the bright shade of pink dusted on his face. sitting beside him, you could feel his big muscular build radiating heat as he sat there.

"toshi.. you okay? you had like three shots" you tapped on his shoulder to see his dazed eyes slowly blink in response.

"it's hot in here," ushijima grumbled with alcohol breath "..i wanna get fresh air."

his slightly messy head of hair fell onto your shoulder while he closed his eyes. ushijima was vulnerable and needed you to be by his side while he waited for the alcohol to pass.

"babe, here—drink some water and then we can go home," you grabbed the cup and held it to his lips to which he drank before going back to the comfort of your shoulder, nestling his nose in deeper.

"haa.. let's get air..?" his hot breath tickles your neck as his sleep olive eyes gazed at you.

helping your boyfriend up and out of the restaurant as you said goodbye to his teammates, swinging open the door to meet the cool breeze outside truly made ushijima sigh. his head was spinning, and his hands clenched around your waist to keep his balance as he took fresh air into his lungs.

"feels s'good," ushijima rubbed his chin against the top of your head, lordddd was he more clingyyyyyy and towering over you.

"okay, let's get to the carr-" pausing in your tracks, ushijima doesn't move an inch but rather plants a kiss on your forehead before letting you move a muscle.

"..wanna see you in bed," he whispered with the most innocent smile on his face before chuckling.

like a deer in headlights, your jaw dropped seeing how the alcohol's taken its effect on your intimidating and stern boyfriend, making him speak his inner thoughts giggle like a little boy.

grabbing your hand with his large palm, he's leading you to your car where you both hop in. (course, he's in the passenger seat since he's intoxicated! don't drink and drive!)

shutting your door, and facing him to put your seatbelt in—ushijima's caught your lips in a surprising and searing kiss where you can feel his muscle enter your mouth. he's got his tongue massaging yours sloppily, gently biting on your lowerlip as he started to move lower and nip on your jawline.

"ttoshi.. ngh," letting out a little moan as ushijima continued to let his hot lips roam on your jaw, "we gootta go home.."

absolutely ignored, his heart was racing throughout his entire body as he breathed hot air onto your skin. the car windows were starting to fog while it slowly became stuffy and with the space cramped between you two.

"l-let's finish at home, toshi..!" grabbing him by his short brown hair, his pupils were dilated out of their sockets as he heavily panted.

this star volleyball athlete was a mess, and he looked so good messing you up in the process with his flushed cheeks and baby hairs sticking to eachother connected by the sheen sweat bundling on his forehead.

"..huh?" ushijima groaned with a primal urge in his voice to finish what he's started, "but i feel like—like i'm gonna explode."

confused at his words, your eyes scan all over his body. his heaving chest was radiating with heat as he watched your eyes focus on his crotch.

his bulge swelled from within his boxers and pants. and with the little sliver of light coming from outside and peaking in the window, you eye a slightly damp spot. looking back at your boyfriend, he can't look back at you without feeling a slight bit of guilt.

"i-i'll finish you off at home.." letting go of his roughed up tuffs of hair to start the car.

"drive fast," ushijima whined under his breath, oh how cute he is when drunk...

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showhay

ushijima wakatoshi x f!reader — fluff

cw: suggestive content, reader is depicted to be shorter than him (non-specified height)

;; boyfriend!ushijima has a ‘hand-on-hip’ or ‘hand-on-nape’ policy. because of the sheer height difference, he’s constantly finding ways to tether you to him. whether you’re standing in line for coffee or walking through somewhere, his large, calloused hand is either resting firmly on the small of your back or his fingers are hooked into your back pocket, pulling you flush against his side. He likes the physical reminder that you’re right there.

;; boyfriend!ushijima uses his wealth in the most understated, attractive way possible. he doesn’t brag, but you’ll mention your favorite snacks are running low, and the next day, a box of twelve arrives at your door. he thinks it’s only logical to provide the best for you. If you’re tired and he can’t take you home, he’s already booked a car to pick you up so you don’t have to walk. he’ll look you dead in the eye and say, “you deserved the upgrade,” as if spending a small fortune on your comfort is as natural as breathing.

;; boyfriend!ushijima is a fan of you wearing his oversized clothes. he knows he’s massive, and he likes the way you look drowned in his clothing. he’ll purposefully leave his heaviest, most expensive cashmere sweaters at your place just so he can come over and find you wearing nothing but the knit and a pair of wool socks. he won’t say anything at first; he’ll just walk up behind you, bury his face in the crook of your neck, and inhale deeply, his large hands bracketing your waist.

;; boyfriend!ushijima is incredibly observant during quiet moments. while you’re reading or working, you’ll feel his gaze on you—heavy and intense. when you look up, he doesn’t look away. he just watches the way your lips move when you think or the way your shirt slips off your shoulder. “you’re very beautiful,” he’ll state plainly, his voice dropping an octave, “i find it difficult to focus on anything else when you're in the room.”

;; boyfriend!ushijima has a very specific ‘gym recovery’ routine that involves you. after a long training session, he’s needy in a way only you see. he’ll sit on the floor between your legs while you’re on the couch, letting you massage his shoulders. the heat radiating off his skin is intense, and he’ll tilt his head back to look at you, his eyes dark and hooded, silently demanding a kiss—or something more—as thanks for his hard work.

;; boyfriend!ushijima handles you like you’re the most precious thing he owns, yet he’s remarkably firm. he likes to pick you up—to reach things on high shelves, or just because he wants to feel your legs wrapped around his waist. there’s something about the way he can support your entire weight with just one arm while the other holds your face that makes your heart absolutely race.

;; boyfriend!ushijima is a literal furnace in bed. sleep with him means being tucked securely under his arm, his chest acting as your pillow. he’s a heavy sleeper, but the second you try to wiggle away in the morning, his grip tightens instinctively. he’ll mumble your name into your hair, his morning voice rasping and deep, pulling you back down until you’re pinned beneath his sheer mass. “stay,” he commands, and with the way he’s looking at you, you wouldn’t dream of leaving.

;; boyfriend!ushijima views your body with the same disciplined intensity he applies to volleyball—he studies you until he knows every curve, every sensitive patch of skin, and exactly which touch draws a specific sound from your throat. he isn’t loud about his desire, but it’s constant. you’ll be at a dinner party, surrounded by his wealthy associates, and he’ll keep his expression perfectly stoic while his hand slides under the table, his thumb tracing slow, deliberate circles on your inner thigh, inching upward just enough to make your breath hitch while he continues a conversation about athletics as if he isn’t undoing you.

;; boyfriend!ushijima has a thing for your neck. he’s a ‘marker.’ he’ll be behind you, his large hands sliding under your top to grip your hips, and he’ll pepper heavy, wet bites along the sensitive skin of your shoulder. he likes the visual proof that you belong to him, and he’ll linger on a spot until he’s satisfied with the color, his thumb tracing the bruise he just left while he watches your reaction in the mirror.

;; boyfriend!ushijima is obviously a fan of so-called claiming behaviors that border on obsessive. he finds it logical that because you are his, you should carry his scent and his marks. if you’re wearing a dress with an open back, you can expect him to spend the morning leaving a trail of biting kisses along your shoulder blades and the nape of your neck. he also likes the visual of his handprints lingering on your hips the next day; it’s a silent, physical receipt of how thoroughly he looked after you the night before.

;; boyfriend!ushijima has a side to him that only comes out when you’re alone in his penthouse. after a shower, he’ll walk out with nothing but a low-slung towel, the water still dripping down the deep V of his abdomen. he knows exactly what he’s doing when he corners you against the kitchen counter, leaning in so the heat from his damp skin rolls off him in waves. he’ll take your chin between his fingers, tilting your head back to expose your throat, and whisper, “i’ve been thinking about this since you arrived a while ago on the third set,” before his mouth finds yours with a hunger that is anything but ‘polite.’

;; boyfriend!ushijima finds your reactions to his wealth almost as endearing as your reactions to his touch. he’ll buy you silk lingerie that costs more than a car just because he ‘wondered how the fabric would feel against your skin’ under his hands. he’ll help you dress, his large fingers fumbling slightly with delicate clasps, but he’ll inevitably end up unzipping it halfway through because the sight of you in something he bought specifically to take off you is too much for even his legendary self-control to handle.

;; boyfriend!ushijima gets incredibly possessive when you wear his dress shirts. because he’s so broad, the fabric hangs off you, barely covering what it needs to. he’ll watch you walk across the room, his eyes tracking the way the hem rides up, and he’ll suddenly lose all interest in whatever he was doing. he’ll catch you by the wrist as you pass, pulling you onto his lap, his hands sliding underneath the fabric to find bare skin. “i think,” he’ll murmur against your neck, “that you look better without this.”

;; boyfriend!ushijima has zero stamina issues. he treats intimacy like a marathon, not a sprint. he’s methodical, patient, and incredibly thorough. he’ll keep you awake until the early hours of the morning, his body moving with a powerful, rhythmic precision that reminds you he’s a professional athlete. just when you think you’re finished, he’ll flip you over, his weight pressing you deep into the mattress, and whisper, “done? i’m nowhere near done with you yet, my love.”

;; boyfriend!ushijima aftercare is a masterclass in silent devotion. once he’s thoroughly exhausted you, he becomes a gentle giant. he’ll carry you to the bath, his arms never wavering despite the late hour, and wash you with a tenderness that feels almost sacred. he’ll wrap you in one of his oversized robes, tuck you into the high-thread-count sheets, and pull you flush against his chest. he likes it when you fall asleep while he’s still inside you, his hand resting heavy and protective over your heart, marking the rhythm of the only person who can make the great ushijima wakatoshi weak in the knees.

n: oh i’m FREAKED out 🙉🙉 just something to feed my babies while i rest for a bit.

iloveu

showhay

stuck in campus while raining with wakatoshi

ushijima wakatoshi x reader ; fluff

the shiratorizawa volleyball gym is dead silent, the rest of the team having fled on the early bus before a sudden, violent summer thunderstorm turned the campus paths into rushing rivers. the wind is rattling the heavy glass windows of the locker room.

you’re standing by the benches, rubbing your arms through your uniform blazer to shake off the chill, when ushijima walks out of the shower stall. he’s fully dressed in his white-and-purple tracksuit, his dark hair damp and slightly messy.

he looks at you. he looks at your shivering shoulders. he walks forward with long, heavy strides, stops directly in front of you, and unzips his jacket.

without asking, he reaches out, pulls you forward by the waist, and tucks you directly inside the massive fabric of his track jacket, zipping it halfway back up so you’re physically pinned against his chest. he is radiating an unbelievable, furnace-like heat, his broad torso completely shielding you from the drafty room.

“wakatoshi,” you gasp, your face pressed flat against his collarbone. “you’re huge, i can barely move my arms.”

“movement is unnecessary at this time,” he rumbles, his chest vibrating heavily against your cheek as he wraps his massive arms around the outside of the jacket, locking you into place like a vice. he drops his chin heavily onto the top of your head, his breathing deep and steady. “your body heat is insufficient for this climate. my mass is greater, therefore i’ll regulate your temperature.”

“tendō is going to walk back in here to look for his umbrella,” you mumble, your face burning up against his skin.

“let him,” ushijima says flatly, his grip tightening just a fraction, his large hand pressing firmly into the small of your back to anchor you completely against his heartbeat. “he knows that i’m stubborn. i will not release you until the downpour ceases and your hands are no longer cold. stand still.”

n: for my twin, @forgottensniper forget my follo misspellings, this is a bribe

iloveu

strawberrychansora

fluff boyfriend!tsukishima hcs >3

art credit: @hunnismokah

m.list

boyfriend!tsukishima who pretends he’s too cool to care about your outfit but secretly memorizes every single thing you wear so he can buy you a matching accessory for your birthday.

boyfriend!tsukishima who sighs dramatically when you ask for a hug, calling you "annoying" and "clingy," yet he’s already opening his arms and leaning down to make it easier for you to reach him.

boyfriend!tsukishima who listens to his music with only one earbud in whenever you’re around, just in case you say something he doesn’t want to miss.

boyfriend!tsukishima who uses his height to tease you, holding your phone or your favorite snack just out of reach until you pouts, then immediately giving it back with a tiny, triumphant smirk.

boyfriend!tsukishima who gets incredibly protective during away games, standing right behind you in the crowd and placing a firm hand on your shoulder to let everyone know exactly who you belong to.

boyfriend!tsukishima who corrects your grammar or your facts mid-sentence, not because he wants to be mean, but because he thinks your "angry" face is the cutest thing on the planet.

boyfriend!tsukishima who has a secret playlist on his phone titled with just your initial, filled with soft, acoustic songs that remind him of the way you look in the morning.

boyfriend!tsukishima who actually shares his strawberry shortcake with you, which is the ultimate sign of devotion since he barely lets yaguchi have a bite.

boyfriend!tsukishima who looks at you over the rim of his glasses while he’s studying, his golden eyes softening in a way that would absolutely shock his teammates.

boyfriend!tsukishima who gets flustered and looks away, clicking his tongue, when you tell him he played well, even though his heart is actually racing from the praise.

boyfriend!tsukishima who finally says he loves you in the middle of a quiet library, whispering it against the top of your head so quietly that you almost think you imagined it until he squeezes your hand.

boyfriend!tsukishima who walks you all the way to your door every single night, waiting until you’re safely inside before he turns around, a rare, genuine smile tugging at his lips because he knows he's coming back tomorrow.

matzism

switchin’ the positions for you ── ❤︎⁠

product details: in which… sunghoon has a huge breeding kink and won’t stop until he has you—his precious girlfriend—pregnant.

warning labels. . . explicit content (mdni), unprotected sex, lots of praises, breeding kink, mating press, bulge kink, multiple creampies.

featured employees: sunghoon x fem!reader | custom order 📋

staff notes: haha me next.. im so serious.. is this thing on? helloooo

“so fucking pretty like this,” sunghoon grunted, his hips slamming into yours.

he had your legs pinned to your chest, hands gripping the back your thighs, using his weight to pin you down as he thrusted into you. you were already leaking from his fifth load of the night. you’d lost count how many times you’ve cum yourself. you two had been going at it for almost two hours, no breaks, because sunghoon wanted to fill you up as much as possible.

his pace sharpened, thrusts becoming hard and deliberate, the wet sounds between you two filling the room. he pulled out until just the tip was in before slamming back into you, the head of his dick hitting against the spot that made your toes curl every time.

“fuck— look baby,” he leaned back. he slid a hand above the visible bulge in your lower stomach. “see how deep i am inside you?”

all you could manage was a shaky nod and a broken moan, too cockdrunk to form words. he’d be lying if he said he felt bad—because he didn’t. he had a plan and was sticking to it.

“gonna make you a mommy,” he muttered, sliding his arms beneath you to grip your ass. he fucked into you harder, forcing himself deeper.

it didn’t take long for him or you to cum again. yours ripped through you like a shock, only longer, more intense.

“there you go,” he groaned, his voice rough as he stretched you out just right. his rhythm slowed, pumping a fresh load of thick white ropes inside you. he kept his grip on you tight, grinding through both of your releases, pushing his seed deeper with short, lazy thrusts.

“all for you, baby. that’s all for you.”

your body trembled beneath him, his cum already leaking out of you, soaking into the sheets. sunghoon didn’t stop there—he couldn’t. he refused to actually. he flipped you onto your stomach, dragged a finger between your sensitive folds, gathering a mix of your own orgasm and his cum.

“you see that, babe? you’re such a messy girl for me,” he said proudly, climbing over you, his knees on either side of your thighs, locking you under him.

he lined his dick up with your soaked entrance, not giving you enough to time brace yourself before pushing himself right in. the pleasure shoots right through you, making your body tremble.

“f-fuck— hoon— please…” you choked out, nails digging into the back of his thigh.

“i know, baby. i know…” he cooed against your ear, lips trialing kisses down your neck and across your shoulder. “you’re doing so good. taking me so well.”

his chest melted into your spine like it belonged there, bodies aligning. his hips rolled slowly, carefully, every push going deeper. the complete opposite from how he was fucking you a minute ago.

“cmon, lemme see that pretty face while i fill you up.” he slid a hand around your neck—not to choke, just enough to tilt your head back and get a good look at you.

your face was flushed, eyes glassy, lips parted, soft whimpers spilling out. your walls fluttered around him as another lazy orgasm passed through you.

“last one, baby— fuck.. i promise,” he strained, his grip tightening slightly as he delivers one final thrust. he slid a hand under your stomach, wanting to feel himself inside you as he pumped you full.

sunghoon pushes forward again, grinding the head of his dick against that sensitive spot once more. he didn’t stop until every drop was buried deep. he stayed there until his own hips gave out.

“so pretty when you’re full.” he breathes, pressing a kiss against your temple before looking down at the mess he made inside of you.

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miuangelzz

don’t make me beg

᧔♡᧓ grumpy riki! x sunshine reader! y/n ignoring riki so much, confused riki, surprise birthday party, mention of insecurities, a tiny bit suggestive, comfort

eight. next.

notes : miu here ! im back yall 🥳 so sorry for the little inactivity but i was suffering so bad but IM BACK, hope you guys liked this chapter. only one chapter left before the end of "don’t make me beg" 🥲 (if you didn’t get tag in the taglist, it’s mostly because i couldn’t find your username!)

taglist : @sugarcwtie @ateez-atiny380 @nikiasaurus @desiriki @dolikecherrycoke @idkhahaha1234 @tamedhoon @ami4sho @njzhyp @apriglw @inlirium @fatallylusted @yamzz67 @glizzab3ll @hoonieslover @gabadoodles @amb4rluvs @dina-10s-blog @jakeyyyjakexoxo @jakeycakeys @pxrcyjcksons @callmebyourname77 @mouldyvoldysworld @yvalrik @kristynaaah

hoonkitti

very good girl ─ ˚₊‧꒰ა❤︎໒꒱ ‧₊

𓊆西村力 x fem reader𓊇 💌 scent kink, panty sniffing, riki jerks off to your scent and panties and bra, sunshine gf x grumpy bf troupe kinda, he's NASTY and disgusting

𓆩♡𓆪 i cannot resist it U guys. nishimura riki i fucking love u. ure so fun to write with and your girlfriend will always be the contrast of u. if u <3 it pls give it lots of love and feedbacks!!

“sooo… how do i look?”

your boyfriend was sitting on the edge of the bed, legs spread, wearing nothing but black sweatpants and a sleeveless white tee. his phone slipped from his hand the second he looked up. his eyes dragged slowly down your body, then back up.

“whoa… hot stuff,” he breathed, a lazy grin spreading across his face. “you’re looking way too good. c’mere,”

breathe4me

TAKE A BITE

°˖➴Niki had been trying to supress his wolf for his entire of your relationship, whether he used pills or physical restraint, he always tried his hardest. However when it's getting closer to his rut, he can't hold back anymore.

⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ wolf hyrbid boyfriend! niki x bunny hyrbid girlfriend! reader

𓏵 knotting, niki is barely human, mating bites, breeding, humping, scenting, choking, kinda straight to the point, hard dom! niki, mating press/missionary, blood makes niki hard, predator and prey play, degrading, slight praise, multiple rounds implied, pregnancy mentioned, dont like dont read.

🎧ྀི♪⋆.✮ now playing WOLF by EXO WC: 1.26k -- m.list

miuangelzz

pretty baby

᧔♡᧓ lee heeseung x pregnant f!reader, little suggestive, y/n love sweet food, comfort, pregnant reader

notes : hi everyone! miu here :D

just post my first text imagine and i hope you’ll like it. my first language is not english, im sorry for the mistakes 🫩 my requests are open if you want me to do any members from enhypen or cortis as my account will be mostly about them (or if you want me to continue bf lhs and pregnant gf)

tysm! ❤︎

nikidikiy

NISHIMURA RIKI MASTERLIST

this is only a master list for NISHIMURA RIKI i have my whole enhypen master list here

SHIRTLESS — seeing niki shirtless for the first time

MORNING LIGHT — a sober morning with your bf

WORKOUT ON NIKI — workout on top of him leads to a heavy make out session

OBSESSED — riki is obsessed with you especially your lips

HOW TO SKATE — your best friend teaching you how to skate but he also taught you how to fall in love with him even tho he’s the one who fell first

EYES DONT LIE — your ex still yearns for you, coming over that night he showed you how much he still loves you

YEARN FOR YOU — the bad boy in school? you’d never know how much he yearns for you until he actually shows it

I LIKE YOU — your brothers best friend knows you’re off limits and even while having a boyfriend, tho as soon as he saw an opening he took the risk

MY LITTLE BOY — smau texts with your bf tho he’s needy

BRA STRAP — not knowing what the bra strap on someone’s wrist meant until you gave one yourself to your boyfriend and he showed you the real meaning

LOVE IS A DRUG — niki being a dead man without you, but when he sees you he’s on his knees begging for you to come back, and you do

TEXTS WITH YOUR NONCHALANT BF

BLONDIE — you caused trouble in that shirt dress during a party and he fucked you through the mattress afterwards

KISS ME — youre out w ur husband and pregnancy cravings got you craving ice cream, staining your mouth with it he kissed it away and makes him go crazy

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mochiikeu

early morning — sim jaeyun

a11100

ᥫ᭡ drabble. sunghoon carrying y/n home after a late night out. mentions. established relationship, just fluff tbh.

“sunghoon, no, you’ll get cold too.” y/n said as her fingers instinctively clutched around the oversized jacket her boyfriend was currently draping over her shoulders. they stood under a streetlamp late at night, about fifteen minutes away from her apartment complex.

of course, sunghoon being the observant boyfriend he was, noticed her shivering, noticed her rubbing her hands together and trying to tuck them under her arms. without a word, he was ushering her to put her arms through his jacket with that same boyish, shy smile he wore when he was trying not to seem too sweet.

“i’m fine.” he murmured, adjusting the collar, “you’re the one shivering.”

the warmth of his jacket settled around her like a familiar hug, carrying the faint scent of his cologne and something unmistakably him. her shoulders relaxed instantly and she murmured a tiny “thank you” before resuming their walk with her hand in his.

piercedjake

𝗙𝗜𝗥𝗦𝗧 𝗧𝗜𝗠𝗘 ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀nrk x reader

⠀ ⠀ ⠀mdni . .⠀ ⠀ ⠀wc 1080

you lay on your shared bed, head tucked under your husband's arm. a movie plays on the latop resting in the space between your legs.

you toy with the hem of his shirt, eyes fixed on the screen. but riki was busy looking at something else.

minnieminss

✮⋆˙ INSOMNIA | P.SH

wc: 1k | masterlist

Sunghoon learns that his daughter not only has been hiding her stress, but she’s also experiencing insomnia for the first time.

pairing: dad!sunghoon x momf!reader

genre: fluff, angst

warnings: reader is mentioned but ur daughter (violetta) and hoon r the mains here hehe, they're going ham on cheese and grapes, mentions of parents overworking, that's all. don't like, don't read. xoxo

a/n: requested by the goat @mcwilla I hope u like it twin🥹

The sound of a door squeaking open wakes Sunghoon up. He peeks at the clock next to your shared bed, groaning when he sees that it’s two in the morning. He sits up, careful not to wake you, before drinking a glass of water that rested on his night stand. Sunghoon runs a hand down his face. Why can’t he ever just rest peacefully?

minnieminss

⋆˚࿔ FIRST FLIGHT | S.JY

wc: 1.6k | masterlist

Jake begged for you to go on a plane ride with him as the co-pilot. You bring your 3 year old daughter who does a great job at keeping your flight anxieties at bay, despite this being her first time on a plane.

pairing: pilot dad!jake x mom fem!reader

genre: married au, fluff, angst-ish

warnings: mentions of throwing up, flight/plane anxiety, fluff, think this is it!

a/n: if anyone reads this, I hope it can make you feel at least a bit better given the situations with enha rn. enhypen is 7.

Marry a pilot they said, it’ll be fun, they said. Jake had booked a trip to Australia for your third wedding anniversary. At first, he was going to plan something small–a simple gathering for family and friends to be invited to, but when he was informed that he was listed to fly a plane to Australia, coincidentally a few days before your anniversary, he begged you to fly on his plane instead.

a11100

MAKE A WISH - park jongseong

summary. jays girlfriend surprises him at midnight for his birthday. pairing. idol bf!jay x pregnant gf!reader. mentions. pregnancy, established relationship, kissing, fluff.

🥳🥳🥳 happy jay dayyyy!!! ik it’s alr late in kr but its still the 20th where i am soo

y/n stood by the couch in their living room, her hands carefully holding a small chocolate cake on a tray. the golden ‘24’ candles were already lit, tiny flames flickering and dancing, casting a soft golden light across her face, catching in her eyes and along the curve of her cheeks.

she looked a little tired. a little glowing. but completely warm. her tank top clung gently to her, stretched over the full round curve of her stomach - already seven months, completely undeniable. her bare feet stood against the cool tile, shifting her weight every so often when her back started to complain, but she stayed rooted in her spot - jay would be home any minute now.

“don’t drop it.” she muttered under her breath with a sigh, adjusting her grip on the tray slightly.

a11100

ᥫ᭡ drabble. sunghoon carrying y/n home after a late night out. mentions. established relationship, just fluff tbh.

“sunghoon, no, you’ll get cold too.” y/n said as her fingers instinctively clutched around the oversized jacket her boyfriend was currently draping over her shoulders. they stood under a streetlamp late at night, about fifteen minutes away from her apartment complex.

of course, sunghoon being the observant boyfriend he was, noticed her shivering, noticed her rubbing her hands together and trying to tuck them under her arms. without a word, he was ushering her to put her arms through his jacket with that same boyish, shy smile he wore when he was trying not to seem too sweet.

“i’m fine.” he murmured, adjusting the collar, “you’re the one shivering.”

the warmth of his jacket settled around her like a familiar hug, carrying the faint scent of his cologne and something unmistakably him. her shoulders relaxed instantly and she murmured a tiny “thank you” before resuming their walk with her hand in his.

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