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hopelessly devoted to you <3

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ALL ABOUT ADORHEES !

🪽་༘࿐ just a girl who loves to write <3

about me ! my name is aya, she her | nineteen, istp ✿

i love kpop, football, marvel and so many others

if anyone wants to be on my taglist then lmk :) if anyone has any requests for smau’s and stories than im more than happy to hear about them <3!

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005 OHHHH HE’S JEALOUS

MASTERLIST | 004 006

summary you have had the biggest crush on seonghyeon since forever, thinking you would never have the balls to talk to him, you suddenly get paired with him for the baby project: making you and seonghyeon temporary parents

💌 ayatalks! PHEW! another chapter. and also want to thank all of your for the love on this smau 🥹🥹🥹 im truly grateful <333 and im so so sorry but i fear the taglist is coming to a close

taglist (closed) @sapphireserpens @floatingin-yourdreams @pinguswrld @i8cortis @luvxzued @elee1q @pawwssyy @riddlesonlywife @marhyeons @rateater0369 @jaikito @saez-you-boi-304 @cafelinaa @beyeong-mi @lee-does-not-know @felixluvrr @martinskebab @sionshiii @bitterinkandblood @unicornglitterfarts-world @hyeoniie @toomanyfanficsbruh @cortisean @forsakenaura @mershyjershy @soobiewooz @itsredxctedstan @marlovesmelodies @kyanmeai @kiiramsu @atdeerhunter @sese-blurbs @butterfliesflyaroundmymind @luhvsss @eunjjx @aniraphoi @ifunicornsexsisted @wowbyselene @daisydaze09 @cherryluvssss @emsobsessedwithyou @nishiirkz @cortisalcholic @pinklemonade34 @chaorik1i @jules4ya @meroomeow @samsung-67 @jjongsaengiie @fzowers <3!

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PUBLIC PROFILES !

MASTERLIST | 005

seaniboi | eom seonghyeon

martinedwards | martin edwards park

keonahn | ahn keonho

wowoni | lee wonhee

loveyn | you :P

💌 ayatalks! i just want to thank EVERYONE for the love you guys have given this smau so far :(( i truly didnt expect this UGH THANK U I LOVE U ALL MWAH and part five may be coming later todayyyyy

taglist @sapphireserpens @floatingin-yourdreams @pinguswrld @i8cortis @luvxzued @elee1q @pawwssyy @riddlesonlywife @marhyeons @rateater0369 @jaikito @saez-you-boi-304 @cafelinaa @beyeong-mi @lee-does-not-know @felixluvrr @martinskebab @sionshiii @bitterinkandblood @unicornglitterfarts-world @hyeoniie @toomanyfanficsbruh @cortisean @forsakenaura @mershyjershy @soobiewooz @itsredxctedstan @marlovesmelodies @kyanmeai @kiiramsu @atdeerhunter @sese-blurbs @butterfliesflyaroundmymind @luhvsss @eunjjx @aniraphoi @ifunicornsexsisted <3! (i literally love you guys)

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004 HE’S SICKKKK

MASTERLIST | 003 005

summary you have had the biggest crush on seonghyeon since forever, thinking you would never have the balls to talk to him, you suddenly get paired with him for the baby project: making you and seonghyeon temporary parents

💌 ayatalks! this is kind of a filler! but im introducing a classic evil ex gf trope 😪

taglist @sapphireserpens @floatingin-yourdreams @pinguswrld @i8cortis @luvxzued @elee1q @pawwssyy @riddlesonlywife @marhyeons @rateater0369 @jaikito @saez-you-boi-304 @cafelinaa @beyeong-mi @lee-does-not-know @felixluvrr @martinskebab @sionshiii @bitterinkandblood @unicornglitterfarts-world @hyeoniie @toomanyfanficsbruh @cortisean @forsakenaura @mershyjershy @soobiewooz @itsredxctedstan @marlovesmelodies @kyanmeai @kiiramsu <3!

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003 you can call me sean

MASTERLIST | 002 004

summary you have had the biggest crush on seonghyeon since forever, thinking you would never have the balls to talk to him, you suddenly get paired with him for the baby project: making you and seonghyeon temporary parents

💌 ayatalks! thats it for today guys! enjoyyy

taglist @sapphireserpens @floatingin-yourdreams @pinguswrld @i8cortis @luvxzued @elee1q @pawwssyy @riddlesonlywife @marhyeons @rateater0369 @jaikito @saez-you-boi-304 @cafelinaa <3!

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002 martin is breastfeeding the baby

MASTERLIST | 001 003

summary you have had the biggest crush on seonghyeon since forever, thinking you would never have the balls to talk to him, you suddenly get paired with him for the baby project: making you and seonghyeon temporary parents

💌 ayatalks! im literally having sm fun with this smau i might update one more part in a few hours….

taglist @sapphireserpens @floatingin-yourdreams @pinguswrld @i8cortis @luvxzued @elee1q @pawwssyy @riddlesonlywife <3!

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001 SEAN GETS A GIRL, I GET KEONHO

MASTERLIST | 002

summary you have had the biggest crush on seonghyeon since forever, thinking you would never have the balls to talk to him, you suddenly get paired with him for the baby project: making you and seonghyeon temporary parents

💌 ayatalks! chapter oneeee lessgooooooooo !!! this is a filler?? sort of to just start it off yk ;)

taglist @sapphireserpens @floatingin-yourdreams <3!

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SPAM PROFILES ! the baby project

MASTERLIST | 001

eom seonghyeon | one of the popular kids, football team’s captain #13

martin edwards park | number 1 student in the music department, class clown

ahn keonho | teachers HATE him, never hands in his homework, lives right next to school and somehow always ends up being late

y/n | has the BIGGEST crush on seonghyeon, music student (knows martin), shy at first and then lowkey crazy

lee wonhee | yn’s childhood best friend, art student

💌 ayatalks! im so so soo excited to start this, hopefully i finish this smau ugh, if anyone wants to be on the taglist lmk <3!

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THE BABY PROJECT ! eom seonghyeon

summary you have had the biggest crush on seonghyeon since forever, thinking you would never have the balls to talk to him, you suddenly get paired with him for the baby project: making you and seonghyeon temporary parents

content smau, teenage love, she fell first he fell harder trope, fluff, crack, cussing, slowburn (hopefully..), ft keonho and martin, illit wonhee

status ongoing (taglist closed!!)

SPAM PROFILES

CHAPTERS !

001 | SEAN GETS A GIRL, I GET KEONHO

002 | martin is breastfeeding the baby

003 | you can call me sean

004 | HE’S SICKKKK

PUBLIC PROFILES

005 | OHHHH HE’S JEALOUS

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SWING BY ! ahn keonho

summary spiderman misses his girlfriend in the middle of the night, so as any boyfriend would, he swings by

content established relationship, spiderkono, fluff, kissing

it’s 1:19 am when you hear a very loud thud followed by frantic scrabbling against your window. you jolt half out of bed, one hand already reaching for the lamp, before you hear a very quiet, very familiar voice going “ow ow ow! shut up you stupid railing—”

you snort so loud you almost choke, padding over to the window in your blue oversized sleep shirt. sure enough, there’s keonho, tangled slightly in the fire escape bars, mask half pushed up, hair sticking up in every direction, looking like he just lost a fight with gravity. when he sees you he grins widely, fixing his mask a little.

“hi baby,” he whispers, trying to yank his leg free without making more noise. “don’t mind me. just fighting for my life out here.”

“you are so embarrassing,” you whisper-yell, sliding the window up and reaching out to untangle his ankle. “my dad’s literally down the hallway watching old action movies, you absolute maniac. did you try to jump from the roof again?”

“in my defense it worked last time!” he hisses, finally freeing himself and tumbling inside in a very un-superhero-like heap on your floor. he pops up a second later like nothing happened, dusting off his suit like he didn’t just faceplant onto your rug. “and i missed you.”

you roll your eyes but you’re already smiling, stepping forward to brush leaves and dust off his shoulder. “you’re so lucky i love you. if he heard that noise we’d both be dead before you even took your boots off.”

“you love me?” he grins, wiggling his eyebrows. “knew it. couldn’t resist the spiderman charm.”

“i tolerate your chaos, there’s a difference.” you tug him over to sit on the edge of your bed, grabbing the fuzzy blanket off your desk chair to wrap around his shoulders because his hands are freezing. “also why are you even here? didn’t you say you had that extra patrol thing tonight?”

“finished early. and then i just… kept swinging this way.” he shrugs, looking way too casual for someone who just broke into your bedroom at 2 am. “couldn’t stop thinking about you. also i may have got those sour gummy worms you like from the corner store.” he pulls a slightly crumpled pack out of his school backpack he carries his suit in.

you gasp so loud he clamps a hand over your mouth, eyes wide. “shhh! do you want him to come check?!” he whispers, though he’s laughing so hard he can barely get the words out. you lick his palm and he yelps quietly, pulling his hand away like you burned him. “gross.”

you spend the next thirty minutes passing gummies back and forth, whispering about absolutely nothing: how mrs choi yelled at him for napping in math, how your group project partner ghosted you, how keonho once accidentally webbed his own foot to a lamppost and had to wait ten minutes for it to dissolve. he’s leaning back against your headboard, legs stretched out, and you’re curled up next to him, head on his shoulder, when you hear it. footsteps. heavy footsteps coming down the hall.

your eyes go comically wide. keonho freezes mid-chew, gummy worm still hanging out of his mouth.

“y/n?” your dad’s voice comes through the door. “you talking to someone in there?”

keonho’s whole face goes white. he shoves the mask onto his head in one panicked motion, grabs his boots, and scrambles out the window so fast you barely see him move, leaving it cracked just barely open behind him. you smooth your hair down, trying to sound totally normal. “uh… just watching tiktok! fell asleep with my volume up, sorry!”

“alright. keep it down yeah? night kiddo.” his footsteps fade away.

you let out the biggest breath of your life, slumping forward and burying your face in your hands. then you hear a very quiet tap against the glass.

you look up. keonho’s hanging upside down from the railing, mask pushed up to his nose, smiling like he didn’t just give you a heart attack. he gestures dramatically at his face. “c’mere baby.”

you shake your head, already smiling. “you are so stupid.” but you lean forward anyway, pushing the window open wider.

he reaches one gloved hand through to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing soft against your skin. “trust me?” he murmurs, voice soft now, all the teasing gone for a second. you nod, and he leans in, upside down, perfect, pressing his lips to yours. it’s messy and a little silly because of the angle, but it’s him, warm, a little sweet from the gummies, gentle like you’re the only thing that matters. when he pulls back he’s grinning so wide his eyes crinkle. “now that was cool.”

“you almost gave me a panic attack is what that was,” you whisper, even though you’re still smiling. “get back in here before you fall and break your neck.”

he flips inside smoothly this time, no tripping, no tangling, and you pretend to be impressed. “wow. look at you being a real superhero now.”

“shut up and come here,” he laughs low, tugging you flush against him and kissing you slow, his hand comes up to cradle the back of your neck, thumb brushing soft over your skin, and when he pulls back his cheeks are pink and his voice is all soft and quiet.

“sun’s coming up soon baby,” he murmurs, pressing one last tiny kiss to the tip of your nose. “gotta go before the whole neighborhood wakes up.”

you pout a little, clinging to him. “already? you literally just got here.”

“i know, i know.” he grins, stealing one more quick peck on your lips before grabbing his mask and slipping it over his head. “but i’ll swing by tomorrow night. promise. and i won’t faceplant into the railing this time… probably.”

he climbs out onto the fire escape, turning back to lean in through the open window one last time. “love you more than all the sour gummies in the world, yeah?”

“love you too, spidey,” you whisper.

he winks, gives a little salute, and then he’s gone, swinging off into the sky, leaving nothing but a faint cool breeze and a crumpled pack of gummy worms on your nightstand.

💌 ayatalks! hey guys…. 😁😁😁 sorry for disappearing but IM BACK YAY! also bnd was soooo good ugh i love spidey sm + i genuinely dont remember if i proofread this so mb if anything!

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TEMPTED TO TOUCH ! lamine yamal

summary lamine just can’t get enough of you

content established relationship, curly haired reader, fluff, suggestive??

the room is warm, golden light spilling from the lamp above the mirror, turning your curls into little rings of honey as you twist and pin them just right. you’re half-dressed, still working on the last step of your makeup, one hand reaching for your lip gloss while the other tucks a loose strand behind your ear.

you can feel him before you see him. lamine’s been leaning in the doorway for god knows how long, shoulders relaxed, that soft, lazy smile on his face that he only ever gives you. he doesn’t say anything at first, just watches you. watches how you tilt your head, how your fingers move, how the fabric of your dress slips a little down your shoulder when you reach for your hairbrush.

“you know,” he says finally, voice low and warm, “you don’t have to try this hard to be the prettiest thing i’ve ever seen, mi vida.”

you snort, but your cheeks go warm. “says the guy who’s been staring at me like crazy for the past ten minutes. come here and help instead of being creepy?”

he laughs, quiet and bright, and pushes off the doorframe. he walks slow, like he’s got all the time in the world, until he’s right behind you. his reflection looks so good: soft blue hoodie, messy curls, eyes dark and bright all at once, until he steps close enough that his chest brushes your back, his arms looping loose around your waist, pulling you right against him.

“creepy? i’m just admiring what’s mine, mami,” he murmurs, leaning down to press a kiss to the side of your neck, slow and warm. “i can’t help it. look at you.”

you lean back into him, your hands resting over his where they’re curled around your stomach. “you’re being dramatic. i’m just getting ready to go out.”

“just getting ready?” he tilts his head, his nose brushing your jaw, and you shiver a little when his lips graze your skin. “you look like this and say it’s ‘just getting ready’? mi amor, you’re gonna make me cancel our plans and keep you right here instead.”

he turns you gently in his arms, his hands sliding slow down to your hips, fingers squeezing just enough to make your breath catch. his eyes dart over your face: your makeup, your eyes, your lips, then down to your dress, to your curls falling over your shoulders. he tucks one ringlet back, his thumb brushing your cheekbone.

“did your hair all nice, huh?” he says, leaning in to kiss your forehead, then the tip of your nose. “looks so good. but it’d look even better if it was all messy, like it is when you wake up next to me.”

you bite your lip to hide your smile, looping your arms around his neck. “is that a threat?”

“it’s a promise, mami,” he grins, and it’s that teasing, sharp little smile that always makes your stomach flip. he leans closer, his lips brushing yours slow, not quite kissing you yet. “you look so perfect. too perfect. makes me wanna mess you up a little. make you forget how pretty you look just so i can be the only one who gets to see you like this.”

he kisses you then. slow at first, then deeper, his hand coming up to cup the back of your neck, tangling gentle in your curls. you can feel him smiling against your mouth when you sigh, your fingers tugging lightly at the hair at the nape of his neck.

“see?” he mumbles, pulling back just enough to rest his forehead against yours. “already got you distracted. told you i wouldn’t be able to behave.”

“you never behave,” you tease, but you’re leaning into him, your hands sliding under his hoodie to rest on his warm waist. “that’s why i like you.”

he huffs a quiet laugh, kissing the corner of your mouth, then your jaw, then down to your throat, right where your pulse jumps fast. “yeah? and i like you best like this: all soft, all mine, looking at me like i’m the only thing that matters.” his hands slide slow up your sides, light and warm, and he presses another kiss to your collarbone, right where your dress slips down. “but… if you really wanna go out… i guess i can share you for a little while. but only if you let me hold your hand the whole time. and kiss you the second we get back.”

“only if you kiss me right now too,” you say, tugging him closer.

“anything for you, mi corazón,” he whispers, and kisses you again, just a little bit hungry, like he’s already counting down the minutes until he can get you back here, just the two of you, no plans, no rush. “besides… we both know you’re not leaving here without me marking you as mine first. even if it’s just a little.”

💌 ayatalks! i fell for the football huzz 😔😔😔 #DONTSAVEHERSHEDONTWANNABESAVED

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BETWEEN YOU AND I ! martin edwards park

summary martin can no longer keep it in, so he finally admits how you truly make him feel

content pure fluff, established relationship, teenage love

the sun was already dipping low through your bedroom window, painting streaks of orange and pink across your flashcards. you’d been going over biology for what felt like forever, your brain all fuzzy with cell structures and enzyme reactions that just wouldn’t stick.

“wait no! so if the ph changes, does the active site change shape before it binds or after?” you asked, pushing your glasses up your nose and leaning your chin on your hand.

martin was sitting cross-legged on your bed opposite you, his own notebook open on his knees. he’d showed up right after school with a bag of your favourite chocolates and a bottle of lemonade, saying he knew you were stressing about the exams next week and he’d gone over all this stuff already so he might as well help. that was five months ago today, actually; you’d started dating back in february, when he’d accidentally spilled hot chocolate all over your jumper and then spent the next three days trying to make it up to you until you finally just kissed him behind the gym.

“before, yeah,” he said softly, tapping the diagram in your book with his pencil. “like… it just don’t fit no more. imagine if your favourite hoodie shrank in the wash. you still try and put it on but it just won’t go right, y’know?”

you snorted. “you mean your favourite hoodie that you keep leaving at mine and then steal back when it’s cold?”

“hey, it looks better on me anyway,” he grinned, but his voice went all gentle again when he looked at you. “c’mon, one more go. what’s the difference between mitosis and meiosis?”

you rambled through it, counting off on your fingers, explaining how one made identical cells and the other made the ones for babies, how many divisions there were, all the stuff you’d memorised but kept mixing up. and as you talked, about chromosomes and genetic variation and how stupid it was that they made you remember all this when you just wanted to draw or watch films or sit on the park wall and share chips; martin was just watching you.

he’d been listening, obviously, nodding along and correcting you quiet when you got something wrong, but halfway through your sentence something just… clicked in his head. like all the pieces he hadn’t even noticed were there suddenly fitting together perfectly.

he looked at the way your hands moved when you talked, all wiggly and expressive. the tiny little scratch on your jaw from when you’d tripped over your cat yesterday. how your socks didn’t match, one was bright blue, the other had little ducks on it. how you kept pushing your hair out your eyes every few seconds and how your cheeks were all pink from the warm evening. how even when you were rambling about things you found boring, your voice sounded like the best thing he’d ever heard. how safe he felt here, in your messy bedroom with your posters on the wall and your clothes piled on the chair and the faint smell of your cherry candle in the air.

oh. oh wow.

he wasn’t just into you. he wasn’t just happy dating you. he was in love with you.

the thought hit him so hard he actually forgot to breathe for a second. his pencil slipped from his fingers and clattered onto the duvet.

you stopped talking mid-sentence, blinking at him. “what? did i get that wrong again? sorry, i swear i’m trying—”

“no,” he said, and his voice came out all wobblier than he meant it to. “no you got it right. perfectly right. i just….”

he stared at you, his heart hammering so loud he was sure you could hear it. he’d never felt like this about anyone before. not even close. everything about you just felt like home. like he’d been looking for this feeling his whole life and didn’t even know it.

“martin?” you leaned forward a little, frowning soft, reaching out to touch his knee. “you okay? you look like you’ve seen a ghost or somethin’.”

“i love you.”

it just tumbled out. no planning, no building up to it, no cool smooth line he’d practiced in the mirror. just three little words, all breathless and shaky and completely true.

your hand froze on his knee. your eyes went all wide. “wait… what?”

“i love you,” he said again, louder this time, like saying it more would make it real. his cheeks were burning bright red but he didn’t look away. “i was just sat here watching you talk about cells and stuff and it just hit me. like properly hit me. i’m so in love with you. like… so much it’s actually stupid. i didn’t mean to say it like that, not all sudden, but i couldn’t not say it. y’know?”

you just stared at him for a long moment, your mouth falling open a little, and then suddenly your eyes went all shiny and happy and you launched yourself across the bed at him.

he laughed, catching you easily, wrapping his arms tight around your waist as you half fell half sat in his lap.

“you dork,” you mumbled into his neck, but you were grinning so hard your cheeks hurt. “i love you too. obviously i love you too. i’ve been waiting for you to say it first ‘cause i didn’t wanna be too much or whatever.”

“too much?” he pulled back just enough to look at your face, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “you could never be too much. you’re perfect. literally perfect. even when you’re stressing about exams or singing off-key in the shower or stealing my food.”

you giggled, cupping his face in your hands and leaning in until your foreheads touched. “you’re such a sap. i love you so bad it’s actually ridiculous.”

he kissed you then, slow and soft and warm, like he was trying to put every single thing he felt into it. you kissed him back just as soft, your thumbs brushing over his cheekbones, and when you pulled away he chased your lips for another quick peck, then another, then a third one that made you laugh.

“so…” you said, resting your head on his shoulder and winding your fingers through his. “does this mean i get a reward for getting mitosis right?”

“oh yeah?” he grinned, squeezing your hand. “what kinda reward?”

“more kisses. and you have to let me pick the film tonight.”

“deal,” he said, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “all the kisses you want, baby. we can even watch that terrible animated cat film you love if you want.”

“you’re the best…. but not too much on garfield.” you squinted your eyes at him while leaning up to kiss his cheek. “wait, wait, five months today, actually. since we started dating.”

“it is?” he thought for a second, then smiled. “huh. nice timing then, right?”

“the best timing,” you agreed.

you stayed like that for ages, curled up together on the bed, the biology notes forgotten somewhere off to the side. he kissed you slow and sweet, over and over, and every time he pulled away you’d tell him you loved him again just to watch him light up. eventually you shifted so you were lying side by side, his arm slung over your waist, your head tucked under his chin, and you talked about everything and nothing; about the exams, about your friends, about what you wanted to do in the summer, about how you’d both been so nervous to say those three words even though they’d been there for weeks.

“i thought i’d mess it up,” he admitted quietly, tracing patterns on your arm with his finger. “like… what if you didn’t feel the same? what if it was too soon? i was lowkey stressing a little bit”

“it’s not too soon,” you said, pressing a kiss to his chest right over his heart. “it feels exactly right. and i’ve felt this way for ages. i just didn’t know how to say it. like… how do you even explain that someone makes you feel like your heart is about to explode out of your chest?”

“i dunno,” he said, kissing your hair. “but you do it for me too.”

later, when it got dark, you ordered pizza and put on that silly cat film, sharing the last of the chocolates between you. every few minutes he’d look over at you like he couldn’t quite believe you were real, and then he’d lean over to kiss you; your cheek, your hand, your lips, and say “i love you” again, just because he could.

and when he walked you to the door after, when he had to head home before it got too late, he pulled you close and kissed you slow in the porch light, your hands tangled in his hoodie strings, his cold nose brushing against yours.

“don’t worry about the exams,” he murmured against your lips. “you’re gonna smash them. and even if you don’t… i’ll still be here. i’ll still love you just as much.”

“i know,” you said, smiling up at him. “i love you too. more than anything.”

💌 ayatalks! smth short n sweet :P i kinda wanna start writing football fics #confession + yes i deleted the james fic because it was sooooo bad and this is kinda not proofread so mbbbb

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⚡︎ cortis

texts.

keonho as your boyfriend

martin as your boyfriend

jealous type! cortis - texts of cortis being jealous

short fics.

studio surprise - martin edwards park

kisses instead of arguments - martin edwards park

between you and i - martin edwards park

swing by - ahn keonho

smau’s.

put your records on - martin edwards park

the baby project - eom seonghyeon

⚡︎ enhypen + evan

texts.

niki as your boyfriend

short fics.

you right - lee heeseung

silent treatment - yang jungwon

fuck it - nishimura riki

touch myself - nishimura riki

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short fics.

tempted to touch - lamine yamal

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hiiii

hey aya i just wanted to say that you are talented and i love your STUDIO SURPRISE fic but i don’t know how to say it in a proper way cus i’m shy!

also u r 19 like meeeeeeeeeee ( i had a hard time trying to find 19yo coers 🤧 ) also i like your name 💞💞💞💞! can u tell us what does it mean 😢?

ALSO UR ACC THEME!!!!!!!!!!!

anyways.. i wish i had rizz to rizz u up 🤧😔.

TYSMMMM…stop I LOVE YA! im so glad you like studio surprise 🥹🥹🥹 and my name (i hope its my username ur talking ab cause i’ll be embarrassed if its not #sorrykindaunc) means ador and as in adore and heeseung cause hes my bbg so its adorhees! and u are rizzing me up 🤭🤭🤭 but tysm again you’re so sweet ugh lemme smooch u

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TOUCH MYSELF ! nishimura riki

summary you finally have the guts to tell niki about all the dirty little things you do when you’re alone

content little bit of smut…. suggestive, kissing, fluff, established relationship, teasing, skinship

you lie curled against niki’s chest in the dim glow of your bedroom, the only light spilling from the string of fairy lights strung above the headboard. your shared apartment is quiet, save for the faint hum of the city outside the window and the steady, comforting rhythm of his breathing. you’ve been trying to fall asleep for the last hour, but every time you close your eyes, the same restless thoughts circle through your mind.

your fingers trace patterns over his shirt, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath the thin fabric. his arm rests loosely around your waist, long fingers settled just above the curve of your hip. the closeness, the familiar mix of his cologne and the soft scent of laundry detergent, makes your pulse quicken in a way you can no longer ignore.

you shift slightly, pressing your thighs together under the sheets. the small movement catches his attention right away. he stirs, lifting his head just enough to look down at you through those dark, sleepy eyes that always seem to see straight through every wall you build.

“can’t sleep?” he asks, voice low and casual, the exact same tone he uses when talking about dinner plans or picking a movie. no pressure, only gentleness.

you bite your lip, your heart hammering hard against your ribs. for weeks, you’ve carried this secret: a private satisfaction that leaves you flushed and even a little guilty in the quiet hours when he’s at practice or out with friends. but tonight, the words feel too heavy to keep locked inside.

you take a slow, steady breath, then tilt your face up to meet his gaze directly.

“there’s something i need to tell you,” you say, trying to keep your tone normal. it comes out softer than you intend, thick with nervous warmth.

his brows draw together slightly, but he doesn’t pull away. instead, he rolls onto his side to face you fully, propping his head on one hand. the sheet slips down to his waist, revealing the lean, familiar lines of his torso.

“i’m listening,” he replies, just as calm as if you were admitting you ate the last of the ice cream. his free hand comes up to brush a stray strand of hair from your cheek, light, reassuring, sending a tingle across your skin.

your cheeks burn instantly, heat spreading down your neck and across your collarbones. still, you force the words out before you lose your nerve completely.

“sometimes… when you’re not here, i touch myself thinking about you.”

the admission hangs soft and honest between you. you watch his expression shift from mild concern to something darker, deeper, something that makes your stomach twist with sudden, bright anticipation. his lips part, but he stays silent for a heartbeat. then his fingers pause against your skin, sliding slowly down to rest at the side of your neck, his thumb brushing the rapid flutter of your pulse.

“you do?”

his voice stays even, but there’s a new roughness underneath it. he doesn’t sound shocked or judgmental. if anything, the way his eyes darken tells you he’s already turning the image over in his mind, savoring every detail.

“tell me more,” he murmurs, quiet and eager.

you swallow, suddenly hyper-aware of just how close your bodies are. the heat radiating from him straight onto you.

“i wait until the apartment is empty,” you admit, your voice steady even as your breath catches. “i lie right here in our bed, close my eyes, and picture your hands instead of mine. the way you touch me when we’re alone…. slow at first, then like you just can’t get enough.”

your words grow quieter, more intimate, barely more than a whisper.

“i imagine your mouth on my neck, the sounds you make when you’re losing control. it never takes long before i’m whispering your name into the pillow.”

his hand moves again, trailing slowly down your arm until his fingers lace through yours. he lifts your joined hands and presses a soft kiss to your knuckles but his gaze never leaves your face. that simple gesture sends a fresh wave of heat pooling low in your belly.

“that’s one of the hottest things you’ve ever told me,” he says. even now, he still sounds like the boyfriend who teases you, but the way his thumb strokes the sensitive skin of your wrist tells a completely different story. you can feel his own pulse racing now, matching yours beat for beat.

suddenly you feel bold, like saying it out loud has unlocked something brave and reckless inside you. you shift closer until your chest brushes lightly against his through the thin fabric of your tank top.

“i think about the way you look at me right before you kiss me hard,” you continue, gaining confidence. “how your voice drops an octave when you say my name like it belongs only to you.”

your free hand rests flat against his stomach, feeling the tight muscles jump beneath your palm.

“sometimes i use that little vibrator you bought me last month. i turn it on low and pretend it’s your tongue.”

he exhales sharply, almost a groan, and in one smooth, effortless motion, he rolls you gently onto your back and hovers above you, forearms braced on either side of your head. the fairy lights cast soft golden patterns across his face, highlighting the sharp line of his jaw and the flush creeping up his own neck.

“keep talking,” he says. his voice is still controlled, but his body language says everything. one knee nudges gently between your thighs and the light pressure makes your hips twitch involuntarily.

your breath comes faster, shorter. you reach up to cup his face, your thumbs stroking slowly over his cheekbones.

“i imagine you walking in on me one day,” you whisper. “you wouldn’t say anything at first. you’d just lean in the doorway and watch while i’m moaning your name, my fingers moving exactly the way you do when you want to drive me crazy.”

your legs part a little wider, inviting the subtle weight of him between them.

“then you’d climb onto the bed, replace my hand with yours, and tell me how long you’ve wanted to see me like that.”

he lowers his head until his lips hover just above yours, his warm breath mixing with yours.

“i would,” he whispers, the words vibrating softly against your mouth. “i’d watch every single second. memorise how your back arches, how your lips look when you’re trying not to scream my name.”

he kisses you then. slow, deep. his tongue sliding gently against yours in a way that makes your toes curl right through the sheets.

“what else, baby?” he murmurs. “tell me every dirty thought you’ve kept locked away.”

that soft pet name, spoken in that same familiar tone, sends a shiver racing all the way down your spine. your hands slide under the hem of his shirt, palms flattening against the smooth, warm skin of his back, feeling the faint ridges of muscle shift as he holds himself above you.

“i think about riding you right here while the city lights blink outside the window,” you confess. “your hands gripping my hips, guiding me, your mouth on my breasts until i can’t think straight anymore.”

you rock your hips up gently against his thigh, seeking friction, your thin sleep shorts doing almost nothing to dull the feeling.

his restraint frays completely after that. he captures your mouth again, this time with more urgency, teeth grazing your lower lip just enough to make you gasp, before he soothes the sting with soft, lingering kisses. one hand slips beneath your tank top, fingers spreading across your ribs and inching higher until he cups the soft weight of your breast. his thumb circles your peaked nipple through the fabric, drawing a quiet, needy sound from your throat.

“you’re going to be the death of me,” he says between kisses, still sounding almost casual, even as his hips press down, letting you feel exactly how much he wants you. the hard length of him nudges gently against your inner thigh, sending bright sparks shooting through every nerve in your body.

you arch into his touch, craving more. you tug at his shirt until he helps you pull it off, tossing it somewhere onto the floor. the sight of his bare chest in the warm light makes your breath catch. you run your hands over every inch you can reach, your nails grazing lightly down his sides.

“i touch myself in the shower too,” you admit, your voice growing softer and breathier. “water running over my skin while i pretend it’s your mouth. i lean against the cold tile and imagine you on your knees, looking up at me with those eyes.”

a deeper, rougher groan rumbles in his chest, vibrating through both of you. he hooks his fingers into the waistband of your shorts and eases them slowly down your legs, taking your panties with them. he leaves your tank top on, just pushing it up enough to expose your breasts to the cool night air.

then he settles fully between your thighs, skin against skin now, except for his remaining boxers. the heat of him feels overwhelming, comforting and intoxicating all at once. he rocks against you slowly, deliberately, the thin barrier between you only making every sensation sharper and more intense.

“i want to watch you do it,” he murmurs, his lips brushing the sensitive skin right beside your ear. “not tonight… soon. i’ll sit right there across the room and see exactly how you touch yourself when you’re thinking of me.”

the suggestion sends a fresh rush of warmth pooling between your legs. you wrap your legs tight around his waist, pulling him closer. your bodies move together in a lazy, building rhythm, not yet joined fully, but close enough to make your head spin. each roll of his hips drags his hardness along your most sensitive spot, coiling a slow, delicious tension low in your belly.

you kiss him again, pouring everything you feel into it, the love that runs deeper than you could ever say, and the bold desire that has finally let you speak your truth out loud.

his hand returns to your breast, squeezing gently before his fingers begin to trace soft, slow circles. his mouth leaves yours to trail down your throat, sucking lightly at that one spot he knows always makes you tremble.

“i love you like this,” he murmurs against your skin, still with that familiar, steady warmth, even as his own body shakes with restraint. “so honest. so fucking sexy when you tell me exactly what you need.”

he shifts his weight onto one arm so his other hand can slide between you. his fingers find you already warm and slick, and he circles your clit with perfect, practiced pressure, exactly the way you’ve imagined a hundred times before.

your head falls back against the pillow, a soft moan escaping your lips. “riki…”

the sound of his name seems to spur him on. he keeps the pace unhurried, drawing out every sensation, letting the tension coil tighter and tighter until it feels almost too much to bear. your foreheads press together, breaths mingling, eyes locked even in the dim light. this intimacy feels even more intense than any physical pleasure ever could.

“i’m right here, baby” he whispers, kissing the corner of your mouth, then your cheek, then the tip of your nose in that sweet way he does when emotions run high. “i’ve got you.”

his fingers move with more purpose then, sliding inside you just enough to curl against that perfect spot, while his thumb keeps its steady rhythm on your clit. your hips buck up to meet him, chasing the edge that rushes toward you fast.

you clutch at his shoulders, your nails digging in just enough to leave faint marks. and then it snaps: pleasure crashing over you in warm, pulsing waves that make you see stars. you cry out his name again, softer this time, almost reverent. he watches you through every second, eyes heavy-lidded with satisfaction and his own unmet need, slowing only to draw out the last of your trembling release.

when you finally catch your breath, you pull him down into a slow, lingering kiss, full of affection. you can feel him still hard and ready against your thigh, but he makes no move to rush. instead, he rolls you both gently onto your sides, facing each other, and tucks you tight against his chest, his hand stroking soothing circles up and down your spine.

“you’re so beautiful,” he says quietly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “next time you feel like that and i’m not here? text me. tell me exactly what you’re doing. i’ll call you.”

you giggle against his skin, your heart feeling so full it might burst. you trace the line of his collarbone with one slow fingertip.

“only if you promise to tell me what you think about when you’re alone too,” you tease softly.

you feel his quiet laugh rumble through his chest.

“deal,” he answers easily.

he reaches down to pull the sheet up over you both, cocooning you in warmth and quiet. his hand finds yours again, lacing your fingers together where they rest between you.

as sleep finally begins to pull you under, you feel him press one last soft kiss to your temple.

“i love you,” he whispers, simple, true, and all yours.

“i love you too,” you murmur back, already drifting off, safe in the knowledge that your confession has only brought you closer than ever before.

💌 ayatalks! inspired by the one and only kwn! kinda nervous to post this because… #notagreatsmutwriter BUT ENJOYYY + please ignore any mistakes i kinda just rushed editing through it 😭😭

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haii!! if you dm me asking, what apps do you use to make SMAUs? all the ones ive been finding / ive tried to use all have a different outcome than what ppl show 😅

for just one person pov’s i use a site called postfully and for gcs and stuff i use memi message (sometimes the texts n photos glitch but once you figure the app out its easier to avoid the mistakes) and for twt i use twinote !!

postfully!

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hi, i got a confession for you. i love put your records on because it's so so good. just let me blow a kiss for your beautiful gorgeous brain 😘

that smau was like my least favourite thing ive ever done so im SOOO happy you like it 🥹 let me blow a kiss back at cha rq 😘😘😘