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aoba johsai headcanons | watching a volleyball game with them
warning(s): spoilers from season 2-3, not proofreadedÂ
a/n: these are,,, very long HAHA and iâm so sorry that these are like,,,,,, all ending with reader and bf sleeping LMAO...
prompt: you watch a volleyball game with your boyfriend. you didnât realize that it was a game between the two teams his team lost to.
oikawa
PLEASE HE WAS SO BITTER IN SEASON 3 IT WAS SO FUNNY????
but anyways
he had dragged you to watch the shiratorizawa v. karasuno game bc âyouâre my gf i need emotional support<3âČ
you didnât really know much about volleyball, maybe the basics like positions, but you were still excited to watch
his ass would choose the seat farthest away from the court simply bc he didnât want to be seen and he would make the snarkiest remarks while watching about how they played and you would just be like: .. yea.....Â
heâd realize that youâre a little confused abt whatâs going on and then go:
âneed me to explain anything princess?â
you lean into him and nod a bit, turning your head to smile up at him
his glasses reflect some light but he shifts them so he can look you in the eyes
cue you blushing bc the looks he gives you ?? <333 it makes ur heart cartwheel
anyways he rubs circles on the back of your hand with his thumb, explaining to you about the big play that just happened
you would just stare at him and take glances at the game because he was just so admirable
he knew so much, he played really well
you knew he worked so hard to try and get nationals, yet his team ended up not making it
out of the blue while you both sit and watch, you stretch up to kiss his cheek
oikawa, who usually isnât too flustered, has pink-dusted cheeks when he looks at you
âyes princess...?â
ânothing, i just adore you.â
the growing smile on his face makes you giggle and rest your head on his shoulder
the game continues, oikawa continuing to make remarks about each team, observing the game
you get a little bored, hugging his arm and watch the ball go back and forthÂ
oikawa pays really close attention tho bc he offers to take you home awwwwww
âif youâre tired we can go-â
âno itâs okay!! i like hearing your commentary uwuâ
stop heâs so in love with you
like he would stare at you after that and just be all <3
and so you two stay for the whole game (you fell asleep some point,,,,,, woke up once to buy water LMAO)
watching volleyball with oikawa makes you realize how much he has a passion for it and you just admire him. so. much.Â
and oikawa would be so grateful that youâre so supportive and heâd tell you a thousand times after the game that heâll do anything for you bc you tagged along and everything pls <3
matsukawa
you two hang out at your place and land upon the shiratorizawa vs karasuno game
you: arenât those the teams you guys lost to
issei: yeah and what about it.Â
heâd jokingly pout and hide his face in your neck
âyouâre mean </3âł heâd whine
you laugh and run your fingers through his hairÂ
he grins, his hands going to rub your back as you two watch the game on the screen
you recognize some of the players from aoba johsaiâs previous games, humming while watching them play
issei is only half paying attention
âwell heâs cute,â you note, watching the camera pan through the karasuno members, only for it to stop on the captain
issei would roll his eyes and smack your ass a little LMAOÂ
âheâs short,â heâd retort, chuckling soon after when you look at him and roll your eyes back at him
âokay andâ
BYE HEâD JOKINGLY GET MAD AND GOÂ âgo date your new boyfriend then<3âł
itâs all fun and games between you two tho and itâs soooo cute !!
he can be a little shit butÂ
anyways youâre cheering for karasuno, occasionally going âlook at their captain omg <3âČÂ
issei would sit up with you still straddling him and heâd just press kisses against your neck, making you giggle and try to push him away
âstoppppppppâ
ânot until you take your eyes off of him~â
you run your fingers through isseiâs hair once more, smiling and leaning down to kiss himÂ
âdonât worry issei, iâm all yoursâ
heâd lay back again, letting you lay on top of his chest
the game keeps going, you and mattsun sitting in comfortable silence while watching
your eyes are heavy and you donât pay any attention to it
but then you wake up hours later, still on top of your bfâs rising chest
(pls i love him god i want to hug him and cuddle with him heâs so fucking cute <3333)
hanamaki
tbh semi was one of your old friends from middle school so he asked you to come to his game,,,
your boyfriend wanted to hang out with you so you asked if he wanted to go
HONESTLY heâd be like âsince when did you talk to people from shiratorizawaâ but heâd be fine with it
maybe heâs a little bitter but lmao
you two go to look for your friend, and when you see him, you call his name and hug him
âeita!!â
makki: đ§
semi: hi uwu
you would introduce them to each other all smileyÂ
thereâs tension and for what
semi: okay well i have to go warm up
you: bye eita ^^
makki:,,,
PLEASE????????
you two would sit close to the school section and holy shit is hiro glad that he didnât wear his team jacket LMAO he wouldâve gotten flamed
anyways not you cheering for eita even tho you have no idea what the fuck is going on lmao
hiro is amused and he just thinks youâre so cute tbhÂ
heâs staring at you watching you yell out semiâs name even tho he wasnât in the starting lineup help.
heâs such a dumbass tho plsÂ
HE WOULD PURPOSELY BOO ONCE WHEN SHIRATORIZAWA SCORES THEIR FIRST POINT DAKJNDKJBJKD
not these girls staring at yâall um......
youâd scold him and heâs just :P
anyways you take a break from cheering and you sit, leaning on your boyfriendâs shoulder
âhiro are you doing okay?â you mumble, playing with his hand
âmhm, are you?â
you nod at his question and watch the game continue
âyou sure youâre okay?? you seemed kinda tense, maybevenalittlejealous, when i introduced you to eitaâ
YOU WOULD TEASE HIM SOOOO MUCH AND HE KEEPS DENYING IT EVEN THO HE VERY SECRETLY IS
after the game, you drag your boyfriend along with you to tell eita he did a good job
heâd give you a really big and long hug in which hanamaki is just standing thereÂ
you gush about how great eita was, earning a big smile from him
when you leave the gymnasium hand in hand with hanamaki, you cling onto his arm, your smile never leaving your face
âsoooo did you like the game?â you ask, looking up at your unusually quiet boyfriend
âmhmâ
âdid you like meeting eita uwuâ
âyeah-â
âwere you jealous??â
âno comment.â
cue you teasing him while his cheeks become the same color as his pink hairÂ
heâd just remove his arm from your grasp and then wrap it around your waist to pull you closer to him
(SORRY I GOT SO CARRIED AWAY .......)
iwaizumi
i know we all know this but iwaizumi hajime best bf idc !!!
he honestly wanted to go see the game bc he just wanted to see how the teams would play against each other
he had asked you if you wanted to tag along so you agreed
in all honestly, he didnât think you would want to because you donât usually seem interested in it whenever he talks about it, but in truth, you listen to every word he says abt it pls TT
he loves u so so much and u love that heâs passionate about volleyball HE JUST,, DOESNT REALIZE THAT YOU LISTEN
like he thinks itâll bother you if he talks about it too much <//3
heâs the one who is genuinely surprised when you point out a strategy karasuno had used
ây/n i didnât realize you liked volleyball??â
âyou talk about it all the time sillyâ
and you give him a kiss on the nose and he just :0
âhajime cmonnnn you took me to the game you should tell me more about it uwuâ
STOP. he literally,,, loves u so much
he holds your hand, his little smile never leaving his face
you lean your head on his shoulder, watching the game on the court
when the tall blond blocks ushijimaâs block, you flinch a bit and stand up to look closer, seeing the tall blond yell and his teammates following suit
you cheer along with them, your boyfriend finally standing up to stand next to you
his eyes are on you only, your hair bouncing with you as you jump in excitement, your eyes shimmering with excitement
his smile just grows as you grin , turning to him in excitement
âdid you see that hajime?? :Dâ
STOPP HES SO IN LOVE HE JUST STARES AT YOU .
and u just :D
âhajime..???â
YOU HAVE TO SNAP YOUR FINGERS IN FRONT OF HIS FACE AND HE JUST SNAPS OUT OF IT AND LOOKS AT YOU
âyouâre very beautiful princess, did you know that?â
that alone makes you go pink and you playfully push him by his arm
âbaby stoppppâ
and youâre both just laughing and watching the game together, spending the whole day with your hands intertwinedÂ
(he.. hajime best boy)
yahaba
you had started watching the game a bit after the first set started and your boyfriend was busy taking a shower
you knew a lot in all honesty, since shigeru happened to be on one of the powerhouse schools in terms of volleyball throughout miyagi
if he was gonna be honest he wasnât expecting you to sit down and actually watch a game of volleyball intently
so walking into his room seeing you focusing on the karasuno v. shiratorizawa match surprised him a bit
âyou watching the game?â heâd ask
âmhm!! itâs really interesting uwuâ
he finds it absolutely adorable but then he tries to flirt and flex his muscles like âbabe look i just got out of the showerâ AND YOU JUSt,, KEEP LOOKING AT THE TV
yahaba: baby *bites lip*
you: babe get dressed and come watch with me
goodbye he just throws a shirt and some shorts on and basically jumps on top of you in which you yelp and go âshiGERUâ and his mom is ON HIS ASS !!!!!!!! she literally comes in and sheâs like âshigeru stop jumping onto your gfâ and you rlly stick your tongue out at him
him: youâre acting like a child
you: you STARTED IT.
and you guys bicker a little and you just go âwell you made me miss half the gameâ and HE GETS SO MAD HELPPPP
âBOOOOOâ
him: clinging onto you, asking you to cuddle him
you: watching the game
eventually you give in and hug him, kissing him which makes him go quiet
âare you happy now you baby?â you ask him
â.......maybe.....â
and he just gives you a quick kiss, smiling and also giving you a slight eskimo kiss
the game becomes an afterthought as he brings up the beach volleyball game the third years organized for tomorrow all day, asking if you could help his team outÂ
(he insists that since youâre the ref, you should help his team consisting of kyoutani, kunimi, hanamaki, and another first and second year win bc kyoutani will just keep spiking outside the lines but you tell him itâs cheating LMAO...)
watari
(btw heâs so underrated i mean heâs not one of my faves but he deserves the world like yâall sleep on him and for what)
heâs super observant and he had been watching recorded games for a while to learn and make sure he plays his best next year pls </3Â
he had invited you over to his place to hang out and you really wanted him to take a break from watching all of those recorded games
you emphasized this when you told him you would come over lmao
but alas.........
when he opened the door and you looked at the tv to see what he had put on, you saw the shiratorizawa v. karasuno game
watari: I CAN EXPLAIN.
you: .... sir..Â
PLEASE heâs taking your hand and pulling you to the couch while saying heâll relax and just watch for fun
you sigh and follow him, letting him pull you down to sit next to him on his couch
you throw your legs over his lap, smiling while looking at him
he would give you quick, soft kisses all over your face and you both just fall into a fit of giggles
stop u literally love watching him gaze at the tv so passionately and observe how they play </3
YOU GIGGLE AT HIM AND HEâS LIKEÂ âwhat are you laughing about?â
AND YOURE JUST LIKEÂ âyouâre so cute uwuâ
so yâall are really just out here giggling at each other huh.......Â
he??? pulls you into his lap and hugs you tightly
heâs literally so in love with you pls
so you guys just sit there and watch the game while you occasionally ask him questions
heâd be happy to tell you and heâs holding onto you the whole. entire. time.
honestly the game kinda slips away from you because youâre suddenly asleep on his chest, his arms around your waist, a hand gently rubbing your back
and heâs so grateful that he has a girlfriend who cares about him and worries about him :((
heâd turn off the game and then take a little nap with u <3Â
kindaichi
tbh you spent so much time with him after the game his team lost bc he kept beating himself up for it which is >:(((((
him: i couldâve-
you: I LOVE YOU SO MUCH DO NOT BRING YOURSELF DOWN COME HERE LET ME KISS YOU
as you should !!
and when he tells you heâs gonna be watching the shiratorizawa vs karasuno match after school at his place, you tell him youâre watching with him too
âi donât want it to bore you y/n-â
âit wonât bore me yutaro dw uwuâ
no bc the way youâre both in love !!!!!
you would do anything for him tbh but you genuinely thought his passion for volleyball was cute :D
he was always striving to do his best and you think heâs absolutely precious
heâd turn on the game and then immediately come over to sit with youÂ
you lean onto him, clinging onto his arm and smiling
ây/n are you sure you wanna watch with me??â
âmhm!!â
he gives u a very soft kiss on the head and you canât stop smiling bc you know he gets kinda shy abt showing affection
but he feels very warm and you start feeling very sleepyÂ
YOU TRY YOUR BEST TO KEEP YOURSELF AWAKE
you think him making comments abt the game or what he finds interesting is really cute but youre just,, tired ya know
he notices and heâs like âyou should sleep-â
ânoooo yutaro iâll watch with youuuuâ
ây/n cmonnâ
you pout and lean turn to lean your forehead against his arm
âi donât wanna </3âł
âitâs okayyy you can sleep if youre tiredâ
you look at him and he smiles, leaning forward to kiss your forehead
you canât help but melt and youâre just,, staring at him dreamily
heâs like â..baby..?â
and you just lean forward and kiss him
âyouâre the best bf ever <3âł
and he chuckles and goes âand youâre the best and cutest gf everâ
he has you lay down on his bed, your hair sprawled about his pillows
he lays with you, the two of you facing the tv and your back to him
he puts an arm around you, smiling
you slowly fall asleep, smiley and snuggling back towards yutaro
he kisses your head again, telling you that he loves you and hopes you sleep wellÂ
heâs so<333
kunimi
he acts like he doesnât give a ratâs ass about the game but you guys are chilling at his place and you flip to the channel that has the game onÂ
at first heâs like âyouâre interested ?? in this ????â
you: babe,, of course i am,, my bf is a volleyball player,,,,,?
PLS? heâd be like âoh okâ and rest his chin on top of your head
itâs so chill between the two of you guys heâs literally just playing with your hair, humming a bit
you ask him smth but he asks you to repeat what you asked because he spaced outÂ
and when you ask again he just stares at you and is like âyesâ
YOU JUST LAUGH AT HIM AND HE THINKS YOURE SO PRETTY so he just continues to listen to you ramble abt the game
eventually, he finds himself dozing off and you take notice as his chin starts feeling heavy on your head
âbaby câmon letâs take a nap-â
and heâd shake his head and go âwe can finish the game-â
but you can tell heâs tired, especially from practice earlier today
so you turn off the game and turn so that youâre straddling his lap and hugging him tight
he wraps his arms around you and hums, kissing you
you smile and lean back to look at him, his eyes droopy from exhaustion
âsleep bbyâ
âmm only if you do tooâ
âi will dw <3âł
and you just cling onto him, arms around his neck
he hums, nuzzling your neck and you giggle
eventually, you two start breathing slowly, falling asleep
(tbh you didnât rlly even care who won you just watched the game bc it was on LMAO)
kyoutani
you guys were hanging out in your room, his head in your lap while you sat up against your pillows
you were both occupied by your phones atm
he put his phone down, looking up at you curiously
you smiled as he reached to intertwine his fingers with yours
he had been at the gym more often, playing volleyball and practicingÂ
especially after their loss against karasuno :(Â
today was one of the days that he decided he would spend his time being with youÂ
he doesnât voice it often, but he appreciates how much you support him and care for him
(you picked him up from the gym the other day with some of his favorite deep fried chicken bits with the cute chicken packaging and he didnât know how else to show you how much he loves and appreciates you other than by cuddling with you all night pls iâm </3)
anyways heâs just staring at you, admiring you, thinking about how much he loves you while youâre watching some tiktok your friend had sent youÂ
you had asked if he wanted to watch the game with you on your phone but he had been occupied thinking about youÂ
âwhatâd you say-?â
âi asked if you wanted to watch the game with me..? if you donât want to itâs fine-â
âoh sureâ
and heâd adjust himself so that heâs sitting with you, shoulder-to-shoulder, leaning his head so that it lays on top of yours
youâd just be all smiley, leaning into him more while playing the live stream of the game
he seemed focused, watching the game intently
you tried to focus on the game, but the only thing you could think about was the way kyoutani was holding your hand, rubbing the top of it with his thumb
eventually, as the game continues, he huffs a little, making you look up and smile at him
âyou okay? we can stop watching if you want-â
âitâs fine-â
and then he adjusts himself, scooting away from you to lay his head in your lap
he reaches for your hand and puts it on his head, looking up at you
you oblige, gently rubbing his head and smiling
his eyes are closed, a slight hum coming from him
after a while, you realize kyoutani had fallen asleep, so you turn the game on your phone off
during this, kyoutani grumbles, reaching for your hand
you canât help but giggle a little, rubbing his head while humming a little
âget some rest baby~â you croon quietly, staring at him lovingly
he opens his eyes a little, giving you a small smile
âyou too okay..?â
âmhm-!â
when he closes his eyes, you smile, mumbling a little âi love youâ to your boyfriend
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Content: duh kissing, fem!reader, making out, may be slightly suggestive in some parts but nothing explicit, wordcount around 130 per member âËâĄ
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âŸâ.Ë Kei
Needy and dominant
Truthfully, he gives me the impression that he doesn't kiss often. Like in public his girlfriend is just a close friend and people can't quite distinguish if you two are dating or not. However, once it's just the two of you, he gets rather handsy as his strong hands hold your waist pressed against his or tangle in your hair, kissing you with confident urgency. He's the type to lowly groan when he leans down to meet your height and feel just how much you've been patient for his affection as you kiss him just as eagerly. Kei's kisses are intense and full of want. He enjoys savoring these moments where he can give you his full attention and for those brief periods of time, his entire focus is just the way you feel against him and the only thing on his mind is to bring you upstairs to hold you closer.
"Wrap your arms around my neck."
âŸâ.Ë Fuma
Gentle and tender
I feel like he'd be super precise with the way he kisses. Fuma is also the type to make it unintentionally obvious that he wants to kiss you as you ramble about your current topic of interest or just about your day and his gaze is just locked on your lips. He mindlessly nods his head and agrees with whatever you say until you call him out on not paying attention to your story. Fuma's eyes finally meets yours as he breaks out in a smile and leans in closer to you. His large hand gently holds the back of head before his lips softly meet yours. It's slow and so certain- like he just had to interrupt to do that. He pulls away with a delighted smile and a small tilt of his head.
"Sorry, pretty. Go on."
âŸâ.Ë Nicholas
Playful and mischievous
Oh this boy is such a tease. He knows you want him to kiss you, but he makes you say it directly to him. Nico will then proceed to kiss you everywhere except your lips. His lips will be on your wrist, forehead, cheek, neck, behind your ear- all while his hands are sneaking past your lower back. He's satisfied with his antics when he hears a frustrated huff escape from you, he'll finally kiss you properly. His lips crash against yours like a happy puppy returning to its owner. He further teases you by pulling away to analyze your flushed face before diving back in. He's superrr bitey and tugs at your lip with his teeth leaving you breathless.
"Still want more, princess?"
âŸâ.Ë Euijoo
Soft and affectionate
This girl. He would be super shy while both of his hands cradle your face like porcelain as he tilts his head ever so slightly to perfectly fit his face against yours. All of Euijoo's actions in these intimate moments are featherlight and delicate. When he pulls away leaving trailing pecks along your cheekbone, whispering softly about how pretty you are, his hands stay respectful either at your waist or holding your face unless he is given permission to venture further. A pretty pink hue decorates his round cheeks as he gets more bolder with his grasps all while still sweetly melting into the warmth against your lips.
"Was... was that okay?"
âŸâ.Ë Yuma
Firm and possessive
Yuma's kisses are forceful and full of uncontrollable passion. He pours all of his emotions and feelings into his kisses- not leaving anything half measured. There's no hesitation behind each kiss. His firm hands hold your waist tight while his mouth moves with purpose and desire against yours. Despite all of the assertiveness and itnesity, there is a certain touch of sweetness in Yuma's kisses as he commits to leaving you both dizzy from shared breaths until all you can think of is each other, even if it means being late to some events...
"Can't wait when it's with you."
âŸâ.Ë Jo
Shy and clumsy
Jo's kisses are a mix of awkwardness and sweetness. He gets flustered easily and he tends to fumble a little bit before he actually relaxes into the kiss and finds his hands comfortably resting on your waist only after you guided him there. Jo's breath hitches frequently after you boldly slip your tongue into his mouth. He's doing his best to keep up but he's just so so shy :( He slowly starts to gain more confidence and those uncertain kisses gradually grow more steadier as he begins to nip at your bottom lip the same way you did to him. His clumsy hands eventually wander down past your waist to press himself against you even more, demonstrating just how much of an effect you had on him.
"Perfect... You're perfect."
âŸâ.Ë Harua
Delicate and sweet
He certainly prefers to pepper kisses all of your face before actually reaching your lips! His kisses are so affectionate and light and just so him. Harua pulls back often to smile at you or to brush stray hairs away from your face before catching your lips again in a more deeper kiss. He always builds it into something more intimate as his hand falls from holding your jaw to now sneaking underneath your top to stroke your ribs with his thumb. If you pull back too soon, he will immediately chase yours lips with a soft hum and a smile.
"Where do you think you're going?"
âŸâ.Ë Taki
Sloppy and playful
Taki's defo the type to say 'thank you' after your first kiss. Poor boy was waiting so patiently for you to kiss him first that he made himself look even more dorky. Now, he initiates most of the kisses between the two of you because he's just so eager and desperate. There's often giggles exchanged between you two while you make out when it's not too heavy because he accidentally clashes his teeth against yours and his tongue is just a little too domineering. It doesn't take long for him to suddenly switch and whine like a pained pup because you called him 'cute' and he just wants you to take him seriously. You can't help it though! Taki's just so adorable as he tries to prove himself through his kisses.
"Baby, don't laugh..."
âŸâ.Ë Maki
Loving and energetic
Maki is so full of energy and that undeniably bleeds into the way he shows his affection. His kisses are filled with adoration and warmth. The thing is Maki just loves affection. It's primarily about the connection for him. One hand will be gently tilting your face upwards while mumbling praises like 'you're so cute' + 'you make so happy' between each kiss and another hand is rested on your lower back, slipping down a little to grab a handful of you. This boy loves playfully nibbling at your lip or teasingly pulling away just to make you chase his lips.
â Kei leans back his head, eyes closed with a lip bite to hide his groans. His hands continuing to grab or stroke your hair as you continue to suck his morning wood off. The added sensitivity of his still half awake body made the head even more heavenly than it already is. âfuck babyâ his raspy morning voice groans. âssshhitâ FUCK! Baby just like that, yeah just like that good girlâ his voice gradually getting higher and higher as he draws near to his orgasm. More praises and moans slip out before one particular suck on the head of his cock had him gripping your head in place as his cum paint the inside of your mouth, forcing you to swallow his release. It takes Kei a series of gasps before pulling his cock out of your mouth and continues to jerk off to your face between his legs with your mouth open, eager to welcome his remaining cum. Kei slowly pulls you up and grabs a clean, damp face towel to clean the cum off your face then engulfs you in a passionate kiss filled with giggles and love.
âWhat a way to start my morningâ
Fuma giving head :
â âFuma! Fuck!â Your hands makes it way into his hair, trying to pull Fuma away from your already over sensitive pussy as he continues to eat you out like a starved man. Feeling your hands try and pull him away, Fuma deepens his face into your cunt, his hands holding thighs tighter away from each other. Every lick, every kiss he did sent electricity to your spine and tightened the knot at the pit of your stomach. Getting conscious of the sound you put your arm on top on your mouth to muffle your moan but Fuma didnât like that so instead he pressed his face impossibly deeper into your cunt and began tongue fucking your pussy. The sensation made you scream into your hand, Fuma then replaces your hand with his fingers which you gladly welcome and sucked on it. Fuma lifts his face off from your pussy, you thought it was finally over when suddenly his free hand rubs your clit at a godly pace. âStop fuma, please s-stop FUCK!â you whined against him but it only fell deaf ears. âIâm gonna cum. FUU PLEASE IM GONNA FUCKING CUM!â you frantically tell him. Fuma dives back in to your cunt when you squirt all over his mouth and face. Your thighs shake as Fuma laps it all up.
âI can eat this pussy for breakfast, lunch, and dinnerâ
Nicholas receiving head :
â Nicholas tries to break free from his restraints as you take him whole into your mouth, whining and thrashing around as you slowly sucked him off. Getting annoyed at Nicholas restlessness, you gripped his hips and pinned him down. âStay still nicho or Iâm stoppingâ your threat was met with a whine and sob as Nicholas apologizes with a small whimper. You continue to go down on him, sucking the head, licking every part of his cock that you can reach, bobbing your head at a pace you control all the while Nicoâs thighs were shaking. You remove your mouth from him as you take a look at your boyfriendâs wrecked state. His eyes were lidded and tear marks decorated his face, his lips were swollen and red with how much his been biting on them, his chest going up and down as he tries to take a breather from the intense blowjob you just gave him. Feeling satisfied with his state, you take his cock back into your mouth, your pace faster than ever while taking turns of sucking him intensely and jerking off him at a fast pace. Your ministrations knocks Nico out of breath as his arches, letting out the loudest moan of the night. âCUM! im gonna fucking cumâ he screams. But you didnât stop nor did you slow down, you just picked the pace even further. âgo on then kitty. Cum.â And with that encouragement Nicholas cums with a loud moan, his head thrown back, thighs shaking. You slowed down your hand that was jerking him off as he takes another breather. Once you see that he finally settles down your strokes started to pick up the pace again.
âThatâs only the start kitty. Iâm not stopping till your shooting and blanksâ
euijoo giving head :
â âRelax for me prettyâ he says as he presses your stomach to keep you lying on your back. Euijoo slowly trails his kisses down from your chest to the front your still clothed pussy. He gives you one last look for consent before taking your panties off. Euijoo takes his time, simply only kissing above your area before you whine and he finally eats you out. He starts off gentle, kissing and giving teasing licks, watching your reaction for confirmation that you feel good. When he finally picks up the pace and deepens his tongue into you, your back arches off the bed and pulled his hair, whining his names as he continues eating you out like a starved man. Euijoo slowly gets pussy drunk, as when you tried to pull your hand away from his hair, Euijoo keeps your hand with his as he continues his assault on your pussy. Obeying him you pull on his hair a bit harder when you feel your orgasm coming. âJu, Iâm cumming..â you softly whisper into the room. âcum whenever you want pretty, you did so good for meâ his soft praises completely contrast his actions when he goes back to your now sensitive pussy, eating you out faster and harder, now with a drive to make you cum. When you finally reach your climax, you reached with a loud-almost scream like moan as Euijoo didnât even falter his tongue when he feels you cumming. Your back arches off the bed again pushing his head further into you as he grips your hips when you cum. He finally stops, and you get a look at his triumphant filled face, glistening in your release.
âCanât believe we waited that long to do thisâ
a random thought in my head about reader being an 02 and being friends with the 02z of &team and everytime sheâs over sheâs always looking at fuma thinking he doesnât notice and just her having the biggest crush on him but being too shy to even speak to him. UGH i need him so bad.
i love this so much how can such a big guy be that much of a cutie patootie and a softie and UGH <///3
warnings: none, it's all cutesy <3 (but nico and juju tease reader đ€Ą)
youâve known nicholas and euijoo for years, theyâre your fellow 02z. itâs always been easy with them: late-night gaming sessions, dumb inside jokes no one else understands, and that comforting feeling of being with people who grew up in the same world you did. whenever you hang out at the dorms, itâs like slipping into a second home.
but thereâs one complication. fuma.
the first time you met him, it was casual â nicholas introducing you with that grin of his, âsheâs our friend, sheâs one of us, so be nice.â you laughed it off, bowing politely, thinking nothing of it. but then fuma looked up at you, and there was something in the way his eyes softened, the way his smile curved, that lodged itself somewhere deep in your chest.
and now, every time youâre over, itâs the same cycle. youâll be sprawled on the couch next to euijoo, pretending to care about whatever show heâs got on, but your gaze always drifts. you catch yourself staring â fumaâs hair falling into his face while he laughs at something nicholas says, his hands moving gracefully when he gestures, the little crinkle at the corner of his eyes when he smiles.
you think youâre subtle, but your heart doesnât seem to agree. it pounds every time his shoulder brushes yours in the kitchen, every time he glances your way in the middle of a conversation.
you never talk much when heâs around. itâs not that you donât want to â itâs that the words dry up in your throat, your shyness wrapping tight around you like a net. youâll answer if he asks you something, always polite, but never daring to add more. and then you scold yourself later, lying awake in bed, thinking about all the things you couldâve said.
nicholas teases you sometimes. youâll catch him giving you that knowing look when your eyes inevitably follow fuma across the room. youâll hiss at him under your breath, âshut up,â cheeks blazing, but he just laughs, nudging you like an annoying older brother. euijoo isnât much better, though heâs more subtle about it â the sly smile, the raised eyebrow when fuma happens to walk in and you immediately stiffen.
and fuma? god, youâre convinced he doesnât notice. how could he? heâs older, more confident, carrying himself with that calm presence that makes everyone around him feel at ease. heâs always kind to you â offering you snacks when heâs cooking, making sure you have a blanket when the dorm gets cold â but you tell yourself thatâs just who he is: kind, thoughtful, a natural caretaker, just like he acts with the rest of the group.
still, sometimes you wonder.
like the night you were all playing cards on the floor. you lost spectacularly, and nicholas was making a whole show of it, laughing so hard he nearly fell over. you were hiding your face in your hands, mortified, when fumaâs voice came, low and warm: âdonât tease her too much.â you peeked through your fingers to find him smiling at you, gentle, like he was on your side.
your stomach flipped so violently you thought you might actually throw up.
or the time you were scrolling through your phone on the couch and realized he was sitting across from you, watching something on his laptop. you kept stealing glances, thinking you were safe, when suddenly his eyes flicked up and locked on yours. you froze, deer-in-headlights, and he just⊠smiled. you looked away so fast your neck hurt, heart hammering against your ribs.
you tell yourself youâre just imagining it. that he probably smiles at everyone that way. but still, it lingers. the possibility that maybe, just maybe, he sees you too.
the crush eats at you in quiet moments. brushing your teeth, youâll think about what it would feel like if he leaned down to kiss you. cooking ramen with euijoo, youâll picture fuma wandering in, sliding his arms around your waist, murmuring something low in your ear. you know itâs hopeless, but the daydreams wonât stop.
and the worst part? the longing has started to bleed into everything. when heâs not around, you find yourself scrolling through clips of him, searching his face in group photos, listening too closely when nicholas casually mentions him. when youâre with him, you can barely breathe, trapped between wanting to disappear and wanting to stay forever.
you donât say a word, itâs safer this way â to keep the crush tucked away in your chest. youâd rather suffer in silence than risk ruining the easy comfort you have with nicholas, euijoo, and the whole group.
still, every time fuma laughs, every time his eyes meet yours across the room, it feels less like a secret and more like a fire that wonât stop burning.
and deep down, a part of you wonders how much longer youâll be able to keep it hidden.
it happens on one of those nights where the dorm feels too full â laughter spilling from every corner, euijoo and nicholas arguing over some game, music humming in the background. youâre curled up on the arm of the couch, pretending to scroll through your phone, but really youâre doing what you always do: sneaking glances at fuma.
heâs sitting on the floor, legs crossed, shoulders broad even in the loose hoodie heâs wearing. his hair falls forward as he focuses on whateverâs happening in front of him, but he pushes it back with those strong, veined hands, and your chest squeezes tight.
you think youâre being subtle. you always think you are.
but this time, when you look up, his eyes are already on you.
you freeze. caught.
he doesnât look away. his gaze lingers, soft but steady, like heâs been waiting for you to finally notice. the noise of the room dulls in your ears, every sound swallowed by the sharp, fast pounding of your heart.
you tear your eyes back to your phone, cheeks blazing, hoping maybe heâll just forget it happened. but then you hear it â your name, spoken in his voice. low. uncertain.
you glance up again, and heâs shifting closer, his large frame moving carefully, like he doesnât want to startle you. he settles beside the couch, tilting his head up to catch your gaze, his hands resting awkwardly on his knees.
âcan i⊠ask you something?â his words are hesitant, but his eyes are steady, searching yours.
you swallow hard. ây-yeah?â
he looks down for a moment, biting the inside of his cheek like heâs working up the courage. when he speaks again, his voice is softer, almost shy. âwhy do you⊠always look at me like that?â
your breath catches.
he must see the panic in your face, because he immediately waves his hands, stumbling over his own words. âah, sorry, that soundedâi didnât mean it in a bad way. i just⊠i notice. sometimes. a lot, actually.â
his ears are red. bright red, glowing against his pale skin. for someone built like him â tall, broad-shouldered, strong â he suddenly looks impossibly gentle, like heâs terrified of pushing you away.
you want to deny it. to laugh it off, to tell him heâs imagining things. but the way heâs looking at you â cautious, hopeful, like he already knows the truth â makes the words stick in your throat.
âiâŠâ you start, your voice barely above a whisper. âi guess⊠i canât help it.â
his eyes widen. for a moment, he just stares, lips parted, like the words short-circuited his brain. then, slowly, his expression shifts. his shoulders relax, his mouth curves, and the smallest, shyest smile spreads across his face.
âyou⊠like me?â he asks, voice breaking a little on the last word.
you bury your face in your hands, mortified, but he laughs â soft, breathless, not mocking at all. âah, donât hide. please.â he gently tugs at your wrist, coaxing your hands away. âi just⊠i didnât think⊠youâd ever feel that way about me.â
your heart stutters. âwhy not?â
his smile turns sheepish, his gaze dropping to his lap. âbecause youâre⊠you. and iâm⊠me. iâm not really good at this stuff.â he rubs the back of his neck, clearly flustered, but his words are honest. âi thought if i tried to talk to you more, iâd just mess it up.â
you blink at him, stunned. all this time you thought you were the only one tripping over your feelings.
âfumaâŠâ you say softly, leaning down just a little, âyou couldnât mess it up.â
his head snaps up, eyes wide and shining, and for a moment he just stares, like heâs trying to commit the sight of you to memory. then, very carefully, he lifts one of those big hands and rests it near yours on the couch cushion. not touching, not yet â just close, an unspoken question.
you slide your fingers over his before you can second-guess yourself.
he exhales shakily, shoulders slumping in relief, his hand curling gently around yours.
the noise of nicholas and euijoo carries on in the background, oblivious, but in this little corner of the room, it feels like itâs only the two of you. fumaâs thumb brushes over your knuckles, tentative but tender, and he looks at you with that shy, boyish smile that makes your stomach flip all over again.
âso⊠youâll keep looking at me,â he murmurs, voice almost teasing now, though still soft. âbut maybe, this time, i can look back?â
your laugh is quiet, nervous, full of warmth. âyeah. iâd like that.â
and when his grip tightens just slightly, anchoring you there beside him, you realize youâre not the only one whoâs been quietly longing all this time.
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You look completely out of place, curled up on the beaten down couch Fuma had probably gotten from the side of the road years ago. Your pastel pink sweater is the only bright thing in the room, starkly contrasting all the dark rustiness of the walls and floor. The old TV is noticeably dimâanother thing he got second-hand and somehow managed to prolong the lifespan of. You pretend to be immersed in whatever Christmas movie is currently playing in questionably green-tinted colour grading and fight back the sleep that starts to creep upon you. You have to stay up, at least until he returns home and you can wish him a merry Christmas. It's nearly midnight already.
His little run down place looks the complete opposite of comfort. Any regular person would probably struggle to get comfortable enough for sleeping, either bothered by the draft from the window or the threat of spiders who made their home in the corner. But to you, the surroundings feel like him. You're more relaxed here than you are in your own bedroom, and it has everything to do with how safe he's always made you feel.
Every surface seems to hold his mark, either with the repair jobs he's done or the obsessive clean state of it all. Although everything is old and far from perfect condition, it's all been cleaned up as much as humanly possible. There's no off-putting scent either. A faint lemony fragrance circulates the room, keeping everything smelling fresh. Fuma may not have the most lavish place ever, but he won't let himself live in a dumpster.
The bathroom is so small the shower practically falls over the toilet, and although Fuma is quite good with tools, he's forgone proper doors for nearly three years to save a bit of money. The rooms are separated by curtains. Room, might be a better descriptor. The bedroom, kitchen and living room are all combined into one small space barely big enough for 3 people to comfortably move around in. The couch folds out into a bed, one that is constantly covered with an assortment of blankets. They help to keep warm amidst the winter chill. The little portable heater also does its best, but its long since been on its last leg. Fuma is already anticipating the day it'll break down for good.
You're wrapped up in one of the softer blanketsâyour favourite dark blue one that smells like him. It probably isn't helping with your drowsiness, and being so closely surrounded with his scent only makes you more impatient for him to get back.
The little present you wrapped earlier is sitting forgotten on the top of the counter, placed next to an old box that you have forced yourself to not peek into. You're 95% sure it holds your Christmas present, and you don't want to spoil your own surprise. Fuma will complain if you do, although he didn't do a very good job of hiding it.
Your eyelids are drooping closed when you hear the clamor of the gate opening and then banging shut. You sit up straight. The tiredness leaves your body faster than you can blink, and you're already shoving the front door open by the time Fuma has climbed the steps up to it.
"Hi, baby. Sorry I'm late," he breathes out, and his exhale creates fog because of the chill.
He's in your arms before he can even step inside. It's only when he's engulfed in your warmth that he realizes how cold he was. He forgot to bring a proper coat when he left early that morning, and over the course of the day, his body got used to the chill. It's only when he steps back into comfort that he registers exactly how big the difference is.
It's not just the long day without a coat to keep him warm, but the long day without you. And how many years he had gone not even knowing what warmth he was missing. Luckily, you crashed into his life, generously showering him with as much love as possible. You're bright and excitable and charismatic in every way, and you love things with your entire being; never halfheartedly.
You stall in the doorway for a few moments, both of you too caught up in how nice the hug feels to think of moving inside properly. Some of the cold gets in, but it's of no concern. When Fuma finally pulls away, it's only just enough to put your face in view of his. He still holds onto your waist in a strong gripâone that you predict won't leave you for the rest of the night.
Fuma's smile is the gentlest thing you think has ever graced this planet. The way his eyes nearly disappear into little crescents and his cheeks, all round and rosy, lift up. You adore the way you can see the marks you've left on his face. His smile linesâsomething you are almost entirely responsible for. What were once subtle and hardly noticeable before because of how rarely he let people see his grin are now one of the first things your eyes are drawn to. And because you are utterly in love with every inch of him, you can't help but reach out to trace his cheek with your fingertips.
"It's cold. We should go in," he mumbles, stopping you before your lips reach his. You sigh and take a few steps back, pulling him along with you. It's only after he's kicked the door shut with his foot that he allows you to corner him against it and get the Christmas Eve kiss you deserve in the last minute of the day.
Your phone alarm rings a minute later, and you pull away, even though it causes Fuma to whine in protest.
"Merry Christmas, Fuma," you grin. It's your first Christmas spent officially together, and although you don't have a fancy decorated place or even a tree, you know you'll remember the day for the rest of your life.
The two of you clinging together by the door, contrasted but still complemented perfectly. You're an unlikely pair, but in Fuma's eyes, there is no one in the whole world he could love more.
content: lee "gumayusi" minhyung x gn! reader, steamy (no smut), mutual pining. warnings: swearing, lots of sexual tension, jealousy, making out, borderline sexual content, no genitals mentioned.
summary: you can feel it. the tension in the air is thick, filled with yearning and desire. but can he feel it too?
word count: 2.5k
note: of course my first t1 fic had to be about him⊠hopefully this reaches the right audience. please, do enjoy <3 [not beta read]
your entire friendship with lee minhyung was all a blur. well, it wasnât really. not until recently.
the thin line between friendship and what can only be described as deep-rooted yearning and desire.
it started when he sat a little too close to you during a game of mario kart. funnily enough, youâd never really minded him sitting near you, but the way his skin grazed against yours felt strange. in that moment, it was as if there were only the two of you in the space. the proximity was thrilling, and you felt so much smaller beside him. it made your heart race.
glancing up at him, you stare at his face, trying to figure out what you were feeling. alas, it only made it worse. this heat from deep within your core coiled, this feeling of utter bliss building slowly. it could almost be described as orgasmic.
when heâd won, you turned, mentally readying yourselg for his bragging and insults. but that didnât happen. all it took was one look at him for that feeling in the pit of your stomach to stir. his long hair framed his face perfectly, his deep, hazel eyes pulling you in, the way his lips curled into a cocky smirk made your heart flutter.
âgotcha,â he said, voice low and arrogant. instead of the usual annoyance thatâd course through your veins, you felt oodly drawn to him. it took all your self-control to not lunge at him right there and then. you had to clear your throat and quickly look away to avoid anymore embarrassment.
yet you couldnât shake this feeling. the way he looked at you, the way he ignited a fire inside you that you now deemed insatiable. you felt damned, unable to claw at the itch this yearning stirred within you.
this torturous thirst, a thirst that claimed your heart, body, and soulâ fuck, this tantalising thirst. alas, the only thing that would quench this sickening thirst, was lee minhyung himself.
you needed him badly.
god, sometimes you hated how much you wanted him. how badly you wanted him. to hold him, to touch him, to kiss him. you craved the warmth of his body, the way his skin felt against yoursâ you wanted him in ways you couldnât comprehend.
if only he knew how the most sinful thoughts you had were caged behind your self-restraint and respect for the friendship. you held all of it back.
wooje was the only one you could (partially) confide in. he was your closest friend aside from minhyung and didnât judge you as much as you knew the others would.
âsheesh, that sounds like a nightmare,â he said nonchalantly, offering you some of his water. âso, whatâre you gonna do about it?â
you blink comically, sipping slowly. âwhat dâya mean?â
he arches an eyebrow, giving you a more judgemental look. âare you going to find a way to tell him? or just keep quiet?â
you sigh, flopping onto the boyâs bed. âi donât know,â you admit in defeat. âlike, what the fuck am i supposed to say? âhey, i think youâre hot, wanna hold hands and make out?â no way,â you huff while wooje lets out an amused snort.
âwell, if you donât tell him about this, your friendship is as good as gone, yâknow,â he mumbles, fingers flying across his keyboard as you groan.
âi hate how right you are.â
the boy smirks. âiâm always right.â
rolling your eyes, youâre about to throw a snarky comment back when someone knocks on his door. âcome in!â wooje shouts, eyes still fixed on his screen.
you scoff, turning to look at whoever what knocked. and there, stood minhyung in the doorway, staring straight at you.
âwhatâs up, hyung?â he asks, turning to look at the older male. he notices how heâs fixated on you, and turns to your direction. âye?â
minhyung snaps out of his daze, apologising under his breath. you cock your head in confusion, wondering why he was so flustered.
looking back at wooje, youâre not surprised that he had turned to you and shoots a mischevious look. the sly grin on his face elicits an eye roll from you, followed by a deep sigh.
âsorry, wooje-ya, i was looking for y/n.â
your head shoots up when he says your name. âme?â you question as he nods, beckoning for you to follow him. âwell, guess itâs my lucky day,â you mutter under your breath as the younger male bursts into a fit of laughter.
minhyung is utterly confused when you whack woojeâs head, leaving the boy laughing even harder. âignore him, letâs go,â you grumble, glaring at the boy one last time before closing his room door. âso, what did you need me for?â
the man looks down at you, an unreadable expression on his face. âare you and wooje dating?â
âhuh?â
your confused expression is rather amusing to minhyung, but he doesnât falter. âno, iâm not dating wooje. where is this even coming from?â you ask, waving your hands around.
he lets out a relieved sigh. ânow whatâs that supposed to mean?â you question, even more confused than before. âwhat does my dating life have to do with you anyways, minhyung?â
âletâs talk in private, yeah?â
you turn around, ready to kick up a fuss, when you see sanghyeok and hyeonjun standing at the end of the hall. the amused expression on the younger boyâs face has you scowling, but the grin on the older maleâs face as he waves at you is perplexing. what on earth was going on?
before you could protest, minhyung had grabbed your hand, pulling you into his own room. âgood luck, y/n!â hyeonjunâs voice echoes in the hallway as sanghyeok giggles. âbet theyâre gonnaâŠâ their voices trailed off after that.
as minhyung closed the door, you sit on the edge of his bed, fidgeting with the hem of your shirt. this was simply nerve-wrecking. what on earth did he want to discuss so privately? you bit your bottom lip as you pondered.
âsoâŠâ he starts, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. you look up at him as he visibly gulps. âiâm sorry that question was so out-of-pocket,â he says sheepishly.
âitâs fine, minhyung,â you clarify. âbut whyâd you ask?â
he sighs, sitting next to you on his bed. not too close that you were uncomfortable, but not too far that he wasnât distant. âyou gotta promise you wonât judge or laugh at me first.â
you raise your hand awkwardly, as if you were taking an oath as he chuckles. woah, that stirred something inside of you, but you chose to ignore it.
he inhales, still hesitant to speak. youâre about to reach for his hand, wanting to caress his knuckles with your thumb. you want to touch him, but you know that electrifying feeling will only spur you to crave more. you still had some dignity in you (or did you really?)
before your imagination can take you further, minhyung speaks, snapping you out of your daze. âiâve been feeling these emotions that are soâŠâ he trails off, trying to find the words he needs. âso strong. so confusing. i donât know what it is, but itâs like a magnetic pull. i canât help but⊠be drawn to you.â
oh my god. you swear youâre about to combust right there and then. is your face flushed? you can feel it heating up. oh my goodness, this canât be happening. you needed someone to pinch you (thereâs no one around, so you pinch yourself). ow.
minhyung grabs your hand suddenly and you feel a shiver run down your spine as he let out a soft gasp. oh my god, he was feeling this too.
as he speaks, minhyung slowly moves closer to you, and you welcome it. âyouâre gorgeous, smart, talentedâ and my god, so funny. it hurts to not be with you. i canât breathe without you near me. god, y/n,â his breath is heavy, eyes glazed.
youâre tempted to lunge forward and take him right there and then, but you hold back, waiting for him to finish.
âi cannot live without you.â
you intertwine your fingers with his slowly, finally letting out that deep breath you had been holding in. âiâm completely in love with you too, minhyung. i thought i was the only one feeling this way,â you confess as his eyes lit up.
âhow could you think that?â he asks, eyes big and wide. âi thought i was being painfully obvious.â
âi didnât want to assume. our friendship meant too much to me,â you admit with a sheepish smile. âgod, the tension between us has been killing me.â
minhyung tilts his head awkwardly. âi didnât know how to approach it. didnât want to seem like i had inappropriate intentions with you,â he rolls his eyes at the thought. âgod forbid.â
he leans back, legs spreading open as he lets out a relieved sigh. youâre doing your best to not stare because the feeling in the pit of your stomach had still not gone. was it disrespectful to be thinking such heinous thoughts after minhyung had just poured his heart out to you?
probably.
you look at his face shyly, trying to gauge a reaction from him. surprisingly, he was staring straight at you, the look on his face setting your stomach on fire.
gulping, you slowly turn around. you had to test the waters. youâd never know otherwise, would you?
âminhyung-ah,â you begin, gripping onto his soft sheets. âwould it be okay if weâŠâ you pause, unsure of how to continue.
the smirk on his face turns you on beyond belief and you shudder, trying to compose yourself. âwould it be okay if we acted on these feelings right now?â
he leans forward, breath hot. âi thought youâd never ask,â he mumbles, gaze flickering between your eyes and lips.
you lick your lips unconsciously and he inhales a sharp breath. âmay i?â you point at his lap hesitantly as he nods, cheeks aflame. scratch that, his whole body was on fire from anticipation.
with a deep breath, you climb onto his lap. âareâŠâ you trail off, gulping nervously. âare you sure you want this?â
minhyungâs large hands slowly slide onto your hips, his breathing ragged. âiâve never been so sure of anything in my life,â he sighs as you cup his face gently.
âfuck, iâve wanted you for so long,â you gasp, indulging in his burning touch. his fingers traced your hips, admiring you like a masterpiece. âi need you so bad.â
a roll of your hips elicits a moan from guma. âoh my god,â he pants, eyes screwed shut as he tossed his head back. âyouâre absolutely gorgeousâ fucking perfection,â his voice is raspy and that stirs something deep inside you.
âminhyung, please,â you beg, resting your forehead against his. âfuck, please let me kiss you. please, please, god, i need to taste you.â
he groans, his grip on your hips tightening. âdonât have to ask me twice,â he mutters before lunging forward and kissing you with vigour.
the kiss was addictive. you couldnât get enough of it. his lips were like a light, intoxicating wine, and god be damned, youâd become an alcoholic for him.
the feeling of his plush lips against yours, his hips jerking upwards for even an ounce of frictionâ everything was overwhelming. but even with all that, you wanted more. you needed more.
every time you pulled back for air, youâd feel his hot breath against your lips. his large, glazed eyes, the way he licked his lips, still staring at yours, all this made you even more breathless. you knew he wanted more. you knew he needed more. more of you. and this wasnât just lust, no, it was pure desire. which made it all the more exciting.
âmore, please,â heâd pant, staring into your eyes before kissing you again. your nails dug into his shoulders, trying to hold on as he kissed you like his life depended on it. your tongue darted out, slipping between his lips as he gasped. his tongue against yours was soft, but eager, as if he was trying to taste you.
this was insane. after so long, wondering if he felt the same, wondering if the tension you felt was just in your head, you could finally kiss minhyung, touch him, feel him. he was yours. euphoria was an understatement to how you felt.
every time you pulled away, heâd chase after your lips, a whine emitting from his throat. it turned you on even more knowing how much he wanted you.
âgod, youâre divine,â he moans, teeth tugging at your bottom lip. âiâd worship you for the rest of your life if youâd let me.â
âyou can do whatever you want with me, minhyung,â you shamelessly spew. âas long as youâre by my sideâ i donât care.â
he leaned in, breath hot against your skin as he peppered kisses on your neck. you let out a gasp, clutching onto his hair as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. through this, his hands continued to wander. he caressed your stomach, down to your plush thighs.
the heat that pooled between your legs grew as he fingers traced circles in your inner thighs. âminhyung,â you gasped, holding onto him even tighter.
âshh, just relax,â he whispered into your ear as you whined. âlet me make you feel good.â
his fingers inched closer and closer to your clothed core. you unknowingly moved your hips against his touch, yearning and craving for at least a morsel of friction. anything would do right now.
minhyung chuckled as he pulled your shorts aside, ready to work his hands to pleasure you and make up for lost time.
that is, until youâre both startled by the very loud banging on his door. you both jump at the sound, heads whipping to stare at the entrance.
âya lee minhyung!â hyeonjunâs voice boomed through the door. âwe have a meeting to get to!â he shouts as you hear wooje and minseok giggling.
âsorry to interrupt your⊠personal time,â sanghyeok jokes. âbut we have work to get to,â he says calmly. âso your couple time is gonna have to wait.â
embarrassment began to settle in as minhyung groaned, clearly irritated. âi forgot about that,â he muttered, leaning his forehead against your shoulder.
you laugh. âitâs okay,â you smile. âwe can continue this later, canât we?â you arch an eyebrow playfully as he hums.
looking up at you, he smiles sweetly. âi love you, y/n. i always will.â
âand i love you, minhyung. no matter what,â you lean in, savouring his lips once again with a smile.
âso did you guys use protection?â hyeonjunâs voice continued through the door. âor did you guys not get to boom shakalaka?â
Some pictures from yesterday of the back-to-back-to-back world champions
The moment they knew
Celebrating yes, but hydratation comes first (be like Faker, drink your waterđ§)
Guke is not divorced đ also thanks lolesport for this
Oh my heart
This trophy is like half his size đ€Ł
Bro is flexing đȘ
His smile is beautiful
My circus team who gave me live 10 heat attacks yesterday
Adding this one for a very specific reason đ (what do i do now that i know that Oner hand is big enough to cover almost all of Doran waist....or maybe it is Doran waist who is that smallđ”âđ«...okay i may be exaggerating but stillđ«Ł)
Doran đ„čđ„čđ„č
The Doran from 1 years ago who didn't even know with which team he would be for the coming year, who is now holding on his first worlds trophy with Faker
Look at them !!!!
Gumayusi is NOT letting go of that FMVP trophyđ€Łhe's so cute đ»
That morning, all you wanted was to blend into the crowd. It was your first time at one of his games, after all, and you wanted to do it right.
The merchandise booth was chaos. People reached, grabbed, laughed. You grabbed a T1 jacket from the middle of the stack only noticing an 'ER' at the end, too busy holding your ticket and trying not to spill your drink.
Hours later, you stand in the corridor after the match. Faker spots you before you see him. He walks out with his keyboard in hand, his expression softening the moment his eyes find yours. You donât think. You run forward and wrap your arms around him.
âYou did so well,â you breathe, smiling up at him.
He smiles back, that small quiet smile that never quite reaches his ears but always shines in his eyes. His hand rises to rest at the small of your back. Then it stills.
For a moment, you donât notice. The stiffness in his fingers. The subtle shift in his posture. Then he leans back just slightly, his gaze dropping to the back of your jacket.
âYou bought merch?â
His voice is calm. Too calm.
âYeah,â you grin, turning to show him. âIt was so crowded.â
His lips twitch. Not quite a smile. Not quite a frown.
âHmm.â
You blink. âWhat?â
He steps closer, his hand returning to your waist, but his eyes slide down to the white letters stitched across the fabric.
You crane your neck to follow his gaze, and your stomach drops.
'ONER.'
Oh no.
Your eyes widen. âOh my god, wait, I swear I didnât-â
Faker says nothing for a beat. He just studies you, that quiet amusement in his gaze that always makes it impossible to tell if heâs teasing or judging.
Then the corner of his mouth lifts. Slow. Small. Deliberate.
âSo thatâs why you were cheering so loud,â he says, voice low, edged with mischief.
âLee Sanghyeok,â you warn under your breath, face burning. âI didnât even-â
âNo, itâs fine,â he says, feigning calm as he adjusts the collar of your jacket. âI understand. Heâs younger.â
âSanghyeok.â
He laughs then, low and quiet, and leans in close enough that his breath brushes your ear.
âYouâll have to make it up to me, though.â
âHow?â
He steps back just enough to meet your eyes. A faint sparkle there now.
âWear mine next time.â
You sigh, hiding your face in your hands as he chuckles, then reaches out to tug you gently closer again. His voice drops, softer now, meant only for you.
âStill,â he murmurs, lips barely curving, âthank you for coming. Even if youâre wearing the wrong one.â
And the way he says it, gentle and warm, makes you forget entirely about the name on your back.
Doran
You always liked how quiet his apartment felt.
Not silent. Just calm. A peace that settled in the air, the kind that felt like safety. The curtains were half drawn. Sunlight spilled in warm stripes across the wooden floor. Somewhere down the hall, the washing machine hummed.
You were curled up on his couch, scrolling absently through your phone, when the chill hit you. The afternoon air had shifted. You padded barefoot to the laundry room and opened the dryer door without thinking.
The first hoodie you saw was black. Soft. Oversized. You pulled it over your head before your brain registered that it wasnât his usual shade of grey. It smelled faintly of detergent, warmth, and something familiar but not quite him. Still, it was comfortable. That was all you cared about.
You shuffled back to the couch and sank under a blanket.
By the time Doran came home from practice, you were half asleep. Hair messy. Sleeves covering your hands. Phone slipping from your grip.
The front door clicked open. Keys on the counter. Quiet footsteps across the floor.
âHey,â his voice came, soft as always.
You blinked awake, smiling lazily. âHi.â
He moved closer, dropped his bag, and leaned over the couch to press a kiss to your temple. But when he pulled back, his brow furrowed slightly.
âThatâs not mine.â
You glanced down. âWhat?â
His eyes flicked to the hoodie. âThatâs Onerâs. He left it here last week.â
You froze mid yawn. âOh.â
His lips twitched. Not angry. Not annoyed. Just amused. And there was that soft, almost pouty tone when he spoke again.
âYou didnât even notice?â
You sat up quickly, tugging at the sleeves as if that would help. âI just grabbed the first one out of the dryer. I swear. It smelled clean. I didnât think.â
He chuckled quietly, crouching down until he was level with you. âYouâre lucky I know you.â
âYouâre not mad?â
âMad?â He tilted his head, smiling a little wider. âNo. Maybe a little jealous though.â
âJealous?â you echoed, teasing.
He hummed, gaze drifting over the hoodie again. âYou look cute in it. But Iâd prefer mine.â
You laughed softly, leaning forward to press your forehead to his. âThen Iâll wear yours tonight.â
He grinned, that slow shy smile that made his eyes curve into crescents. âPromise?â
âPromise.â
And just like that, the tension that never really existed faded. He stayed there, still crouched by the couch, fingers brushing your through your hair.
Gumayusi
The match ended early, and the city felt alive when you and Keriaâs girlfriend stepped out of the arena. Lights everywhere. Fans still spilling onto the streets. Both your boyfriends had played well. They had won. And it felt good to cheer until your throat hurt.
You were both still wearing your T1 merch jackets. You in Gumayusiâs, her in Keriaâs. The backs printed with their names bold and proud.
The conversation flowed easily. You talked about the match. About your boyfriendsâ tiny habits. About a new coffee shop that opened last week you both needed to visit. The jackets now sat on a chair beside you.
By the time you were ready to go, it was dark. Still talking, you reached for your jackets and hugged each other goodbye before parting ways.
You didnât realize anything was wrong until much later.
When you stepped into the apartment, Gumayusi was already there. Sitting on the couch, hair still damp from his shower, scrolling through his phone. He looked up the second he heard the door click.
âHey,â you smiled, kicking off your shoes. âYou did so good today, baby.â
His grin was instant. A little smug.
âI always do.â
âCocky,â you teased, dropping your bag on the counter.
He hummed, still watching you. âCome here.â
You walked over, ready for him to pull you down on his lap. But his eyes flicked down once, twice, then narrowed slightly.
âTurn around for a sec.â
You blinked. âWhat? Why?â
âJust turn around.â
You did. Confused but amused. Until you felt his fingers brush the back of your jacket. The faint tug as he straightened the fabric to read it.
A beat of silence.
âKeria?â
You froze. âWhat?â
He leaned back, one brow raised, voice dipping into a serious tone he used when he was trying not to laugh.
âWhy are you wearing Keriaâs merch jacket?â
You spun around so fast your hood hit your shoulder. âWait what?â
He gestured lazily at your back, lips twitching. âIt literally says his name.â
Your jaw dropped. âNo way. I swear I grabbed mine. It mustâve-oh my god.â
âHmm.â He was smiling now. But it was the dangerous kind. The kind that meant youâd be teased for the next twenty minutes straight.
âYou and Keriaâs girlfriend went out, right?â
âYes,â you groaned, already burying your face in your hands. âWe mustâve switched them by accident.â
He hummed again, mock thoughtful. âSo you walked around all evening with another manâs name on your back?â
You peeked through your fingers. âMin-â
âNo, itâs fine,â he said, leaning back with that infuriating grin. âMaybe I should start wearing her name too. Just to even it out.â
You dropped your hands and glared. âYouâre impossible.â
He laughed, finally reaching out to grab your wrist and tug you onto his lap. His grin softened.
âYou know Iâm kidding, right?â
âBarely.â
You rolled your eyes, hugging him as he wrapped his arms around your waist. He pressed a quick kiss against your head, voice quieter now.
âNext time,â he murmured, âdouble check before you walk around repping another guy.â
âYes sir,â you mumbled.
Keria
You didnât mean to start a war.
Well. Maybe you did. Just a little.
After all, when Gumayusiâs girlfriend told you how Gumayusi pouted for an hour after she accidentally wore Keriaâs jacket, you couldnât help it. The idea planted itself in your brain.
How would Keria react if you wore another playerâs merch?
And thatâs how you ended up here. Sitting cross legged on his couch, scrolling through your phone, wearing one of Fakerâs merch.
The door clicked open behind you. âHey, Iâm back.â
You didnât look up. Not yet.
âHi baby,â you said casually, pretending to be absorbed in your screen. âHow was practice?â
Silence.
A beat too long.
You could feel him staring at you.
âWhat are you wearing?â
âA hoodie,â you said, all innocence.
âWhose hoodie?â
You hummed, pretending to think. âHmm. Not sure. My friend gave it to me.â
The room fell quiet again. Except for the sound of him setting his bag down a little too loudly. You glanced up just in time to see his expression. Narrowed eyes. Lips pressed together. That dangerously calm look he got when he was trying way too hard to act unaffected.
âMinseok,â you said sweetly, âare you mad?â
He blinked once. Twice. âWhy would I be mad?â
You bit the inside of your cheek to keep from smiling. âYou just look tense.â
âIâm fine.â
âYou sure?â
He shrugged, grabbed a bottle of water, and opened it a bit too forcefully.
âTotally fine. Itâs not like my girlfriend is wearing another manâs name on her arm or anything.â
You lost it. A laugh slipped out before you could stop it.
His head snapped toward you. âYou think this is funny?â
âA little,â you admitted, grinning now. âYouâre so dramatic.â
âIâm not dramatic.â
âYou are.â
He exhaled sharply, gaze flicking to you from the corner of his eye. âYou know, the hoodie looks kind of big on you. Maybe you should just start borrowing his clothes instead.â
âYouâre being petty.â
âIâm not being petty,â he insisted, still refusing to look at you directly. âIâm just saying. Interesting choice.â
That was it. You couldnât hold it anymore. Laughter burst out of you as you slid right onto his lap. His hands flew to your hips, holding you there. He groaned softly when you leaned into him.
âYou know I only love you, right?â you said, voice soft now, still smiling.
He didnât answer. But the corners of his mouth twitched.
You grinned wider.
âCome on, donât be mad.â
âIâm not mad,â he said, pouting.
You laughed softly as you kissed his cheek.
Then his jaw.
Then the pulse point under his ear.
âStop,â he growled, voice tight.
You kissed him again.
And again.
He didnât move you.
Didnât look away.
Finally, breath ragged, he whispered:
âYouâre such a brat, youâre lucky I love youâ
Oner
You werenât supposed to look so proud.
That was the first thing he thought when he walked in. Bag slung lazily over one shoulder. And there you were. Sitting cross legged on the couch. Beaming at him.
âYouâre home!â you said, grinning. âI watched the whole game this time!â
Oner blinked, surprised but pleased. âYou did?â
You nodded eagerly, pointing to the TV where the post match interview was still playing on loop. âI didnât understand half of what was happening, but I cheered when I saw your name.â
He laughed softly. That warm breathy sound that always slipped out when he was tired but happy. âThatâs enough for me.â
âSee?â you said, sitting up straighter. âI even wore your shirt!â
You tugged at the hem of your oversized merch tee, twisting so he could see the logo on the front. But instead of the easy smile you expected, Onerâs expression changed. Subtle. His eyes narrowed slightly.
âThatâs not mine.â
You paused. âWhat?â
He set his bag down. Stepped closer. Squinted at the print.
âGumayusiâs. Not mine.â
You glanced down. Confused. And then you saw it.
The name was right there.
'Gumayusi'
âOh my god,â you laughed nervously, clutching the hem. âNo wait. I swear I didnât mean to.â
He just stood there. Head tilted. Lips twitching. âHow did that happen?â
âI donât know. My friend dropped off some T1 stuff earlier,â you explained quickly. âI just grabbed the one on top. I didnât even check.â
He hummed quietly. Still not saying much. That silence he did sometimes. Not angry. Just unreadable.
You shifted on the couch.
âYouâre not mad, right?â
He didnât answer right away. Instead, he knelt in front of you. Rested his elbows on his knees. Looked up. Met your eyes.
His voice was calm.
Low.
âTake it off.â
You blinked. âWhat?â
âThe shirt,â he said again, tone even. âTake it off.â
You stared. Flustered. âIâŠHyeonjoon, I didnât-â
He sighed softly. Shook his head. A small smile finally broke through the sternness.
âIâm not mad,â he said. His hand came up to tug lightly at the hem of the tee. âBut youâre not keeping it on.â
âYouâre serious?â
He nodded. âGo get mine. Itâs in the closet.â
You hesitated. Then grinned a little. âYouâre kinda possessive, you know.â
He met your eyes. Steady. Warm.
âOnly with you.â
You disappeared into the bedroom, heart fluttering. When you came back in his own shirt, his name on the back, he looked up from his phone.
âBetter,â he murmured. The faintest smirk touched his lips.
You flopped back onto the couch beside him, leaning into his shoulder. âYouâre impossible.â
content: lee "gumayusi" minhyung x gn! reader, steamy (no smut), mutual pining. warnings: swearing, lots of sexual tension, jealousy, making out, borderline sexual content, no genitals mentioned.
summary: you can feel it. the tension in the air is thick, filled with yearning and desire. but can he feel it too?
word count: 2.5k
note: of course my first t1 fic had to be about him⊠hopefully this reaches the right audience. please, do enjoy <3 [not beta read]
your entire friendship with lee minhyung was all a blur. well, it wasnât really. not until recently.
the thin line between friendship and what can only be described as deep-rooted yearning and desire.
it started when he sat a little too close to you during a game of mario kart. funnily enough, youâd never really minded him sitting near you, but the way his skin grazed against yours felt strange. in that moment, it was as if there were only the two of you in the space. the proximity was thrilling, and you felt so much smaller beside him. it made your heart race.
glancing up at him, you stare at his face, trying to figure out what you were feeling. alas, it only made it worse. this heat from deep within your core coiled, this feeling of utter bliss building slowly. it could almost be described as orgasmic.
when heâd won, you turned, mentally readying yourselg for his bragging and insults. but that didnât happen. all it took was one look at him for that feeling in the pit of your stomach to stir. his long hair framed his face perfectly, his deep, hazel eyes pulling you in, the way his lips curled into a cocky smirk made your heart flutter.
âgotcha,â he said, voice low and arrogant. instead of the usual annoyance thatâd course through your veins, you felt oodly drawn to him. it took all your self-control to not lunge at him right there and then. you had to clear your throat and quickly look away to avoid anymore embarrassment.
yet you couldnât shake this feeling. the way he looked at you, the way he ignited a fire inside you that you now deemed insatiable. you felt damned, unable to claw at the itch this yearning stirred within you.
this torturous thirst, a thirst that claimed your heart, body, and soulâ fuck, this tantalising thirst. alas, the only thing that would quench this sickening thirst, was lee minhyung himself.
you needed him badly.
god, sometimes you hated how much you wanted him. how badly you wanted him. to hold him, to touch him, to kiss him. you craved the warmth of his body, the way his skin felt against yoursâ you wanted him in ways you couldnât comprehend.
if only he knew how the most sinful thoughts you had were caged behind your self-restraint and respect for the friendship. you held all of it back.
wooje was the only one you could (partially) confide in. he was your closest friend aside from minhyung and didnât judge you as much as you knew the others would.
âsheesh, that sounds like a nightmare,â he said nonchalantly, offering you some of his water. âso, whatâre you gonna do about it?â
you blink comically, sipping slowly. âwhat dâya mean?â
he arches an eyebrow, giving you a more judgemental look. âare you going to find a way to tell him? or just keep quiet?â
you sigh, flopping onto the boyâs bed. âi donât know,â you admit in defeat. âlike, what the fuck am i supposed to say? âhey, i think youâre hot, wanna hold hands and make out?â no way,â you huff while wooje lets out an amused snort.
âwell, if you donât tell him about this, your friendship is as good as gone, yâknow,â he mumbles, fingers flying across his keyboard as you groan.
âi hate how right you are.â
the boy smirks. âiâm always right.â
rolling your eyes, youâre about to throw a snarky comment back when someone knocks on his door. âcome in!â wooje shouts, eyes still fixed on his screen.
you scoff, turning to look at whoever what knocked. and there, stood minhyung in the doorway, staring straight at you.
âwhatâs up, hyung?â he asks, turning to look at the older male. he notices how heâs fixated on you, and turns to your direction. âye?â
minhyung snaps out of his daze, apologising under his breath. you cock your head in confusion, wondering why he was so flustered.
looking back at wooje, youâre not surprised that he had turned to you and shoots a mischevious look. the sly grin on his face elicits an eye roll from you, followed by a deep sigh.
âsorry, wooje-ya, i was looking for y/n.â
your head shoots up when he says your name. âme?â you question as he nods, beckoning for you to follow him. âwell, guess itâs my lucky day,â you mutter under your breath as the younger male bursts into a fit of laughter.
minhyung is utterly confused when you whack woojeâs head, leaving the boy laughing even harder. âignore him, letâs go,â you grumble, glaring at the boy one last time before closing his room door. âso, what did you need me for?â
the man looks down at you, an unreadable expression on his face. âare you and wooje dating?â
âhuh?â
your confused expression is rather amusing to minhyung, but he doesnât falter. âno, iâm not dating wooje. where is this even coming from?â you ask, waving your hands around.
he lets out a relieved sigh. ânow whatâs that supposed to mean?â you question, even more confused than before. âwhat does my dating life have to do with you anyways, minhyung?â
âletâs talk in private, yeah?â
you turn around, ready to kick up a fuss, when you see sanghyeok and hyeonjun standing at the end of the hall. the amused expression on the younger boyâs face has you scowling, but the grin on the older maleâs face as he waves at you is perplexing. what on earth was going on?
before you could protest, minhyung had grabbed your hand, pulling you into his own room. âgood luck, y/n!â hyeonjunâs voice echoes in the hallway as sanghyeok giggles. âbet theyâre gonnaâŠâ their voices trailed off after that.
as minhyung closed the door, you sit on the edge of his bed, fidgeting with the hem of your shirt. this was simply nerve-wrecking. what on earth did he want to discuss so privately? you bit your bottom lip as you pondered.
âsoâŠâ he starts, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. you look up at him as he visibly gulps. âiâm sorry that question was so out-of-pocket,â he says sheepishly.
âitâs fine, minhyung,â you clarify. âbut whyâd you ask?â
he sighs, sitting next to you on his bed. not too close that you were uncomfortable, but not too far that he wasnât distant. âyou gotta promise you wonât judge or laugh at me first.â
you raise your hand awkwardly, as if you were taking an oath as he chuckles. woah, that stirred something inside of you, but you chose to ignore it.
he inhales, still hesitant to speak. youâre about to reach for his hand, wanting to caress his knuckles with your thumb. you want to touch him, but you know that electrifying feeling will only spur you to crave more. you still had some dignity in you (or did you really?)
before your imagination can take you further, minhyung speaks, snapping you out of your daze. âiâve been feeling these emotions that are soâŠâ he trails off, trying to find the words he needs. âso strong. so confusing. i donât know what it is, but itâs like a magnetic pull. i canât help but⊠be drawn to you.â
oh my god. you swear youâre about to combust right there and then. is your face flushed? you can feel it heating up. oh my goodness, this canât be happening. you needed someone to pinch you (thereâs no one around, so you pinch yourself). ow.
minhyung grabs your hand suddenly and you feel a shiver run down your spine as he let out a soft gasp. oh my god, he was feeling this too.
as he speaks, minhyung slowly moves closer to you, and you welcome it. âyouâre gorgeous, smart, talentedâ and my god, so funny. it hurts to not be with you. i canât breathe without you near me. god, y/n,â his breath is heavy, eyes glazed.
youâre tempted to lunge forward and take him right there and then, but you hold back, waiting for him to finish.
âi cannot live without you.â
you intertwine your fingers with his slowly, finally letting out that deep breath you had been holding in. âiâm completely in love with you too, minhyung. i thought i was the only one feeling this way,â you confess as his eyes lit up.
âhow could you think that?â he asks, eyes big and wide. âi thought i was being painfully obvious.â
âi didnât want to assume. our friendship meant too much to me,â you admit with a sheepish smile. âgod, the tension between us has been killing me.â
minhyung tilts his head awkwardly. âi didnât know how to approach it. didnât want to seem like i had inappropriate intentions with you,â he rolls his eyes at the thought. âgod forbid.â
he leans back, legs spreading open as he lets out a relieved sigh. youâre doing your best to not stare because the feeling in the pit of your stomach had still not gone. was it disrespectful to be thinking such heinous thoughts after minhyung had just poured his heart out to you?
probably.
you look at his face shyly, trying to gauge a reaction from him. surprisingly, he was staring straight at you, the look on his face setting your stomach on fire.
gulping, you slowly turn around. you had to test the waters. youâd never know otherwise, would you?
âminhyung-ah,â you begin, gripping onto his soft sheets. âwould it be okay if weâŠâ you pause, unsure of how to continue.
the smirk on his face turns you on beyond belief and you shudder, trying to compose yourself. âwould it be okay if we acted on these feelings right now?â
he leans forward, breath hot. âi thought youâd never ask,â he mumbles, gaze flickering between your eyes and lips.
you lick your lips unconsciously and he inhales a sharp breath. âmay i?â you point at his lap hesitantly as he nods, cheeks aflame. scratch that, his whole body was on fire from anticipation.
with a deep breath, you climb onto his lap. âareâŠâ you trail off, gulping nervously. âare you sure you want this?â
minhyungâs large hands slowly slide onto your hips, his breathing ragged. âiâve never been so sure of anything in my life,â he sighs as you cup his face gently.
âfuck, iâve wanted you for so long,â you gasp, indulging in his burning touch. his fingers traced your hips, admiring you like a masterpiece. âi need you so bad.â
a roll of your hips elicits a moan from guma. âoh my god,â he pants, eyes screwed shut as he tossed his head back. âyouâre absolutely gorgeousâ fucking perfection,â his voice is raspy and that stirs something deep inside you.
âminhyung, please,â you beg, resting your forehead against his. âfuck, please let me kiss you. please, please, god, i need to taste you.â
he groans, his grip on your hips tightening. âdonât have to ask me twice,â he mutters before lunging forward and kissing you with vigour.
the kiss was addictive. you couldnât get enough of it. his lips were like a light, intoxicating wine, and god be damned, youâd become an alcoholic for him.
the feeling of his plush lips against yours, his hips jerking upwards for even an ounce of frictionâ everything was overwhelming. but even with all that, you wanted more. you needed more.
every time you pulled back for air, youâd feel his hot breath against your lips. his large, glazed eyes, the way he licked his lips, still staring at yours, all this made you even more breathless. you knew he wanted more. you knew he needed more. more of you. and this wasnât just lust, no, it was pure desire. which made it all the more exciting.
âmore, please,â heâd pant, staring into your eyes before kissing you again. your nails dug into his shoulders, trying to hold on as he kissed you like his life depended on it. your tongue darted out, slipping between his lips as he gasped. his tongue against yours was soft, but eager, as if he was trying to taste you.
this was insane. after so long, wondering if he felt the same, wondering if the tension you felt was just in your head, you could finally kiss minhyung, touch him, feel him. he was yours. euphoria was an understatement to how you felt.
every time you pulled away, heâd chase after your lips, a whine emitting from his throat. it turned you on even more knowing how much he wanted you.
âgod, youâre divine,â he moans, teeth tugging at your bottom lip. âiâd worship you for the rest of your life if youâd let me.â
âyou can do whatever you want with me, minhyung,â you shamelessly spew. âas long as youâre by my sideâ i donât care.â
he leaned in, breath hot against your skin as he peppered kisses on your neck. you let out a gasp, clutching onto his hair as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. through this, his hands continued to wander. he caressed your stomach, down to your plush thighs.
the heat that pooled between your legs grew as he fingers traced circles in your inner thighs. âminhyung,â you gasped, holding onto him even tighter.
âshh, just relax,â he whispered into your ear as you whined. âlet me make you feel good.â
his fingers inched closer and closer to your clothed core. you unknowingly moved your hips against his touch, yearning and craving for at least a morsel of friction. anything would do right now.
minhyung chuckled as he pulled your shorts aside, ready to work his hands to pleasure you and make up for lost time.
that is, until youâre both startled by the very loud banging on his door. you both jump at the sound, heads whipping to stare at the entrance.
âya lee minhyung!â hyeonjunâs voice boomed through the door. âwe have a meeting to get to!â he shouts as you hear wooje and minseok giggling.
âsorry to interrupt your⊠personal time,â sanghyeok jokes. âbut we have work to get to,â he says calmly. âso your couple time is gonna have to wait.â
embarrassment began to settle in as minhyung groaned, clearly irritated. âi forgot about that,â he muttered, leaning his forehead against your shoulder.
you laugh. âitâs okay,â you smile. âwe can continue this later, canât we?â you arch an eyebrow playfully as he hums.
looking up at you, he smiles sweetly. âi love you, y/n. i always will.â
âand i love you, minhyung. no matter what,â you lean in, savouring his lips once again with a smile.
âso did you guys use protection?â hyeonjunâs voice continued through the door. âor did you guys not get to boom shakalaka?â
note : omggg this was such a cute request absolutely i'm in love and i hope it was what you were hoping for !!! <3
dick is Thee best husband to ever grace this planet
he's kind, thoughtful, forgiving, generous, honest, kind, loyal, kind, Funny, intelligent but not in a mansplainy way, a great listener, kind, did i mention kind ?
nothing is better than a truly just kind man
and they are hard to find in this economy đ„
i said in a previous post that i think dick's love languages wouod be physical touch and acts of service
so you better be prepared to be serviced and touched LMAO
no not in that way
but if you're going about your days in your house / flat he'll stop for a min to just pull you into his arms and hold you there for a few moments
of course he can hug you at night in bed, but he cherishes being present, being here, being awake and experiencing, taking you in
i can see him being a little bit pda
hand holding is a Must
an arm over the shoulder ? a hand on the back ? a kiss on the cheek or forehead ?
also musts
the type to secretly arrange a meeting with your parents to ask their blessing in marriage (if ofc your relationship with them is well enough that he knows you wouldn't freak out about it )
and also asks your closest friends for help to what ring to buy you
because part of him wants to give you a huge diamond because that's what you are whenever he meets your eyes
but he also doesn't want to go overboard
he gives massages after long days, even when you insist he's the one who deserves a massage
but sometimes at christmas he'll put new massage oils in your stocking so the two of you can find thr best combo or product to make all your knots dissipate
and he's really good, careful but firm if needs be
can you tell i need a massage like my back is killing me
insists on halving chores, may or may not write up a rota, so like who washes the dishes one night who does the laundry one day
but even if he made dinner last night, if he's up before you, he's gonna make you the breakfast of a lifetime
and present it to you in bed
what a guy
(but then he'll steal some of your food because hey he's the one that made it)
takes you to wayne galas or just charity balls and galas in general if bruce wants him to go
anf absolutely Must introduce you to people with
"everybody meet my spouse / wife / husband"
and then will refer to you from then on by only that
because he wants to gatekeep your name all for himself </3
