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I'm not dead. Surprise! I went through a lot of hard major life events and things finally feel more normal, and I feel able to write again, so have some ParaLive fluff! Did my best to proofread it :')
It was never a dull day when you had Rokuta around. Not even on a day like today, when the sky was gray and overcast, and the thick smell of rain hung in the air.
It had rained heavily all through the night, and well into the morningâfinally letting up around lunchtime so you could finally meet with Rokuta and go out together like you had planned to, though you hadnât the slightest clue what you might do now that the weather had spoiled your usual plans. You were, however, determined not to let that stop you. You slipped into your shoes by your front door and marched on toward the playground you usually met at.
When you arrived at the playground, Rokuta was already there waiting for youâhe wasnât hard to spot, after all, being so tall. Not to mention the way he was waving and calling your name from where he stood.
âI hope you werenât waiting long!â You smiled apologetically as you closed the distance between the two of you, feeling something warm blossom in your chest when you saw his bright smile at last.
âMm-mm! I just got here!â He spoke as he shook his head. âButâŚwhat should we do today?â He asked, looking around. âEverythingâs all wetâŚâ He muttered.
You thought you would have had an idea by now, truthfully. All you could do was smile sheepishly, starting to feel a little bad now that you both had come all the way out here with nothing to really do.
Then, you saw it.
Soft chirps had caught your attention, and you looked over to see little birds hopping around a puddle, dipping their feathers in and shaking themselves dry again. Rokuta followed your line of vision, face lighting up at the sight of the little creatures using the water on the ground for a bath.
Rokuta laughed softly. âIt looks like theyâre having fun!â
You nodded in agreement, and memories from when you were young resurfaced. âI donât think Iâve done that since I was little.â
Rokuta looked at you with a puzzled expression. âDone what?â He asked, tilting his head just slightly.
You smiled, and turned yourself in the opposite direction, spotting the perfect puddle before you took off running. âJumped in them!â You giggled as you took a small leap and water splashed up all around you. âI used to do it all the time when it rained. Sometimes, Iâd walk to the convenience store just to jump around in the puddles on the wayâŚthough, thinking about it, Iâm sure they didnât like having a kid tracking water all over the store.â Looking back, you felt a little bad about it now.
âHmmâŚâ
âOh, s-sorry,â you blurted. âI must look silly, being this old andââ
âWanna go, then?â Rokuta beamed at you, like he had just had the greatest idea.
âGoâŚ? Huh?â You blinked in surprise as he bounded towards you like an excited puppy.
âTo the convenience store! We can walk together and get some snacks while we decide what to do next.â He rocked on his heels, which you took as a sign that he was eager to make the trip.
You agreed to his whims enthusiastically, setting off for the nearest store with Rokuta right at your side, doing his best to match your pace.
It wasnât long before Rokuta had let out a delighted sound, leaping ahead of you to land in a small puddle on the sidewalk. Then, he jumped into the next one, and the one after that. It hadnât really hit you until now that this might have been new to him; how many times had Rokuta missed jumping into puddles? How many rainy days had passed when he couldnât take a walk to a corner store and track wet shoe prints across the floor while looking for his favorite snack?
The thought made your heart ache, though not for long, as his laughter broke up the looming sadness that had begun to take up space in your mind. Seeing Rokuta have so much fun, and be free of worry like this was all the reassurance you needed. Rather than mourn what he had missed, you decided to help him make up for it now. The two of you took turns jumping into puddles along the way, not minding the curious stares of strangers as you neared your destination. After all, they didnât see what you didâthe pure joy on Rokutaâs face was more than worth a moment of judgement from someone you would never see again.
Coming up on a part of the sidewalk that dipped inward, a small pool had formed there after the rain, larger and deeper than anything you had stomped through on the way. You stood still, happy to let Rokuta get a head start, and to avoid getting splashed, but Rokuta had other plans, it seemed.
âLetâs go!â He cheered, taking your hand in his and tugging you along.
All you could do was gasp in surprise as your fingers instinctively weaved between his, and warmth spread from your palm to your chest as you ran together, jumping into the puddle with him and feeling the familiar cold of wet clothes. You looked down to see dark splotches across the fabric as it clung to your legs, though you didnât mind the slight chillâit was a fair price to pay, you thought, for what you believed was the most wonderful smile you would ever see, innocent and unrestrained, and horribly infectious. The two of you burst into a fit of giggles at the sight of one another, hands still gently clasped as water seeped into one of your socks.
âWeâre a mess now, huhâŚâ You chided playfully, looking up from his legs to meet his gaze. âSorry I got your clothes wet.â You muttered, hoping his brother wouldnât be upset when he got home.
âIâm having fun, so I donât mind!â You felt his hand squeeze just slightly around yours, and you knew he was being careful so he didnât hurt you. âI am kinda hungry now thoughâŚâ He looked towards the brightly lit sign above the convenience store.
You smiled. âMe too, actually,â you squeezed his hand back. âLetâs go.â You coaxed as you took the first step forward and Rokuta began naming things he might want or hoped they had, lightly swinging your arms between you as you walked the last few paces together.
âAh!â Rokuta pointed excitedly to a brightly colored display as the door opened. âThat one sounds really good, huh?â
You expected to feel a rush of cold air to your palm as his attention was swept away by row after row of neatly organized snacks and drinks, but it remained snugly pressed up against his as he all but pulled you along, leaving two sets of wet shoe prints in your wake.
I dug this up from the depths of my laptop and did some hardcore editing to it. I wrote this thing like 5 years ago actually so it really needed the fixing up. Not beta'd again, sorry >>
Also, surprise, I'm HypMic trash too <3
Warning for sexually explicit 18+ material!
This drabble features light bondage and femdom as a heads up. Maybe orgasm denial if you squint?
He was so cute, squirming under you like this. And you had barely even done anything yet. You got a little laugh out of it. âIchiro,â You crooned. âYouâre so adorableâŚâ You sang softly, admiring the deep shade of red his face had become.
You felt quite proud of yourself, sat atop the manâs waist, straddling his hips. Now that his hands had been bound to the headboard, he had turned his head into the pillow, and he wouldnât look at you.
You leaned forward, now chest-to-chest with the odd-eyed man. âYou have nothing to be shy aboutâŚIâll make you feel really good.â You whispered lasciviously, taking extra care in the soft kiss you pressed to his ear. You would swear you had just heard him whimper.
You sat up straight and began rocking your hips back and forth. You felt his half-hard member stiffen under your slick heat. You took great pleasure in seeing him screw his beautiful eyes shut and watching his chest begin heaving. âMmm, you like this, donât you? How dirtyâŚâ You purred, staring him down with a glint in your eye. âAnd that face youâre making!â You chuckled. âSo sweet.â
Ichiro opened his mouth to retort, and you decided that grinding your hips a little harder would remind him who was in charge. He groaned, and you eased up just a little.
âI hope you werenât about to talk back to meâŚor perhaps, you want more?â You taunted him, leaning in to bring your face close to his again.
Ichiro opened his eyes but kept them averted. You grabbed his chin, holding it firmly between your thumb and index finger. âYou know, you should look people in the eye when theyâre speaking to you.â He was now forced to meet your half-lidded gaze. âIf you want something, all you need to do is ask for it,â With a wicked grin, you looked the man over, dragging one finger slowly over his chest in circles. âI wonât know what you want unless you tell me. I canât read your mind, Ichiro.â
He muttered something under his breath that you chose to ignore in favor of dipping your head and latching onto the nape of his neckâkissing, biting, and sucking on the skin, reveling in the knowledge that you would be leaving your mark all over him. You made your way to his throat, and you could feel his quickening pulse beneath your lips.
âI could untie you, yâknow? I know you want to touch me.â You spoke against his collarbone in soft, licentious tones. âBut, only if you ask.â You reminded him. Ichiro glowered just a bit, and you wanted to laugh again. You had wondered if at any point he was starting to reconsider agreeing to this, but he knew what to say if he wanted to back out, and he hadnât uttered anything close to it. Who would have thought Yamada Ichiro would be this submissive?
âSo untie me.â He snipped, and you raised an eyebrow, making a small, pensive sound, though there was nothing that needed thinking about. His brief look of desperation pleased you. But unfortunately for him, that was far from a question.
You thrust your hips against him once more, and he moaned, jerking his own hips just slightly, and you smirked.
âI said you need to ask.â You batted your lashes with unabashed innocence. âShould I make you beg for it instead, since you donât know how to listen?â He stayed quiet, and you licked your lips. âBut then again, Iâm getting a bit impatientâŚâ You complained, and you felt his cock twitch. âLooks like you are, too, Ichiro.â You raised one hand and tenderly pushed a few loose strands of hair away from his face for him. âAh, what to do, what to doâŚâ You tutted, rolling your hips again at an agonizingly slow pace.
The more worked up he got, the more you enjoyed this. Was it cruel? Perhaps. But there would be time for an apology later. For now, you planned to thoroughly enjoy yourself, and take advantage of how vulnerable the man beneath you currently was.
You watched him struggle against his restraints, and an amused hum escaped your lips. âI made sure to make them very tight. Now, Ichiro, what do you want?â You reached between your legs, taking hold of his erection. He grunted as you began massaging circles around his head, occasionally brushing your thumb over the slit as precum beaded at the tip. You felt him begin writhing again, and you laughed. âCute!â You murmured.
âDo you really need to ask me that?â Ichiro complained, and you just loved how obvious it was that you were driving him crazy. âQuit screwing around!â He barked, though it sounded more like he was pleading with you.
You narrowed your eyes at him, and chuckled. âOh, I donât need to ask at all,â you said nonchalantly. âI just want to hear you say it.â You spoke in a hushed, seductive tone. âIt's so much fun to watch you squirm, and you make the sweetest expressions when youâre needy.â You added, words dripping with carnality, yet still saccharine like honey. âSo,â You paused to bring your hand to your lips and lick his taste from your fingertips. âtell me.â You susurrated, and his reaction elicited a muffled laugh from behind your hand.
Ichiroâs face hadnât yet been this flushed all afternoon, and you had been toying with him like this for quite some time; his embarrassment made you even more eager. He made a noise of frustration and averted his gaze, but you could still see that his shame had crept all the way to the tips of his ears as they grew rosy, much like his cheeks.
âJust hurry and fuck me already.â He growled. âPlease.â He added, and his obedience was nothing short of delightful.
âGood boy,â You leaned forward as you lifted your hips up. âthatâs what I like to hear.âÂ
You once more reached for his throbbing member and lined it up with your entrance. You were more than ready for itâyou were practically aching to feel the dark-haired man inside you, but you wouldnât tell him, because he was supposed to be the one begging you for release.
Sinking onto his cock, you leaned back and watched him ball his hands up over his head, and his hips slammed up into you almost instinctively, and you were shameless about the mewling sound that slipped past your lips
 âMmm, not so fast, Ichiro,â you scolded. âDonât get greedy.â Placing your hands against his abdomen. You rolled your hips slowly, working yourself into a rhythm. You bit your lip, wanting more alreadyâso, so badly. âSlow,â You whispered. âgo slow.â You repeated, and he obliged.
You threw your head back, feeling yourself being taken over by pleasure as heat spread from your core to your chest, then to the very tips of your fingers. How quickly would you fall apart if he had his hands on you, you wondered? But just for a moment.
Without warning, Ichiro picked up his pace, and as much as you wanted to keep bossing him around, it felt too good to stop now. You whined, surely giving way to how desperate you actually were, and you were quite sure in your hazy line of sight, you saw Ichiro smirk triumphantly. You wouldnât let him win that easily.
âIs thatâŚthe best you can do?â You growled between suppressed moans. âI would have thought a former Dirty Dawg would be a bit more impressive.â You leaned forward, so your noses were close to touching. âDo me harder.â You demanded in a husky whisper, grinning at him provocatively.
The glint in his mismatched eyes told him that he was all too ready and willing to do just that. You braced yourself, and he began to rut into you more fervently than before. More moans began to rise from your throat, and to silence them, you smashed your mouth against his, and he invited it by kissing back fiercely, twining his tongue around yours. You had no desire to hold back any longer; you let yourself be overcome by your shameless desire, and it only got better. Breaking your kiss, you watched the thin trail of saliva between your mouths before you swiped your tongue over your bottom lip. Sure, you looked messy, but that was all just part of the fun, wasnât it?
âMmnnn, Ichiro, are you close?â The closest thing you got to an answer was a single thrust, more intense than he had been just a moment ago. âHaah,â Your voice echoed around the room, above the sound of skin against skin. âd-donât just think you can cum whenever you want to.â You tossed your hair over your shoulder, noticing that some had stuck to your face thanks to the sweat you had worked up. âYou finish when I say you can.â
Ichiro grunted between thrusts, and you knew that had aggravated him, because he was practically scowling at you. He never liked to be ordered around, and you knew it, which just made all of his reactions that much more satisfying, on top of him actually obeying you. Your giggle melted into a wanton sigh, and you arched your back, feeling the bed give out just a little as you rode him harder and faster.
The room was filled with gasps and soft whimpers, and the occasional name on a euphoric breath. You both wanted release, but you were stubborn enough that you wouldn't give it to him just yet. You liked driving him wild like this, and you would make use of your control over the man by teasing him as much as you could for as long as you could hold out, if you could hold out.
âIf you canât handle it anymore, all you have to do is say soâŚâ You reached out to caress his cheek. âJust a few simple words, and you can have what you wantâŚâ You panted.
It was quite endearing, the way Ichiro was putting on a tough front, but you knew he couldnât keep going much longer, and really, you werenât in much better shape, determined as you were to outlast him. He had slowed down just a bit, and you wondered if he was running out of steam. âWell?â You cooed.
His face was crimson, and it was positively captivating. âD-donât make me say it out loud.â He groused, and he was met with silence. His exasperated whine was music to your ears. âLet me cum,â He hissed. He was impatientâmore so than you had ever seen him, and you adored it. âplease.â he finally begged, squeezing his eyes shut.
You definitely wouldnât mind seeing him like this more often, you thought to yourself. You had turned the tables on Ichiro for once, and now you had him completely wrapped around your little finger.
âWhat a good boy, using your manners.â You were craving release, so that was certainly good enough for you. âGo on then, Ichiro,â You purred. âgive it to me.â
As if on command, rather than with your permission, he came inside of you.Â
You reached your own climax as he spilled into you, swearing loudly and moaning his name as orgasm shook your body. Riding wave after wave of pleasure, everything around you seemed softerâfuzzy, even. You slowly eased yourself off of him and settled carefully against his hips, hands at his waist. As the two of you panted heavily, catching your breath in the afterglow, you hovered over him and took his face in your hands, peppering sweet kisses across his face; his lips, his cheeks, his forehead, the tip of his noseâanywhere you could reach.
âIâll untie you now, okay?â Ichiro just nodded, perhaps still unable to properly articulate coherent words, perhaps just content to bask in blissful silence for a bit longer.
You reached above him, making sure to take extra care when undoing the knot around his wrists. âThere.â You soothed when you finally got it loose, and you couldnât help but feel bad, watching him rub at the angry red marks that had been impressed into his wrists as you tossed the rope away. âDoes it hurt?â You frowned.
âNo,â Ichiro muttered. âbut damn, that sucked!â He complained, and he was pouting.
You tilted your head. âOh?â You took one of his arms and pulled it towards you. âSorryâŚanything I can do for you?â You asked timidly, pressing your lips to one particularly deep mark on his skin.
Ichiro watched you, eyes shifting from your mouth to your eyes after a moment. âLet me touch you next time.â His words came softly, and you felt one curled finger graze your cheek, and you leaned into his touch, thrilled by the promise of a next time.
Your airy laughter echoed around the dim room. âIs that all?â You murmured, turning his hand over to kiss his knuckles. âI suppose I could let you have your way next time.â You teased
Ichiro rolled his eyes, but he did nothing to hide his smile. âWhat a handful.â He combed his fingers through your hair, and you rested your hands on his shoulders.
âEhh? Me?â You craned your neck to place one more kiss up against his jawline. âThat isnât a very nice thing to say.â Even so, your crooked grin was one of adoration.
You laid against him, head to his chest, and you could hear his rapid pulse slowing down little by little as his strong arms wrapped around your waist. After a quiet moment in which you had settled down comfortably, you found your voice again.
âI really love you, yâknowâŚâ You closed your eyes, thinking it both strange and wonderful that your bodies fit together so perfectly, like two pieces of a puzzle. You didnât think you could ever love anyone more than you loved Ichiro.
You felt his breath catch for just a moment, and he kissed your temple. âMmm, I love you, too.â He murmured. âBut next time I won't go easy on you.â He joked.
You giggled, giving him one more kiss, featherlight on his lips. âOf course, Ichiro.â You humored the man, patting his cheek before standing on weak legs.
He raised an eyebrow, propping himself up on his elbows as he watched you, just waiting for your knees to buckle. âAnd where are you going?â He objected.
âAs much as I would love to stay in bed with you, I need a shower before your brothers get back from school.â You said nothing of the mess dripping down your thighsâhe had noticed. You could tell by the sheepish look on his face. âAnd so do you.â You added while you turned away to head to the washroom. âYouâre more than welcome to join me if you want.â You called behind you before breezing down the hall stark naked.
You could hear him laugh, and in no time he was padding along right behind you, catching you around the waist and pressing a gentle kiss to your shoulder, eliciting a startled squeal from you, that only lasted for a second, quickly dissolving into contented laughter as you returned the gesture in kind, kissing his cheek once more.
THIS BLOG IS 18+!
!!MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!
Levi kissers come get y'all juice.
I had intended this to be like a little scenario post for all the brothers helping MC who is afraid of thunderstorms, but my braincell said no, absolutely not, so you guys get a whole drabble instead!
Leviathan x GN!reader (Obey Me!)
Warning for some descriptions of severe anxiety, MC has a panic attack.
Wordcount: 1983
Leviathan had invited you up to his room to play a new game with him. He was especially excited about this one; he had been talking about it for the last 3 days! When the Akuzon package came in the mail for him, he grabbed it and texted you to come over right away. You had been looking forward to spending this time with Levi, so you ran down the hallway quickly and knocked on his door. He told you to come in, and you walked in to see him peeling the plastic wrap off of the game box. He eagerly held it up to show you the cover. You had asked him one question but he had gone off on one of his long-winded tangents (not that you minded) as he got down onto the floor and began setting the game up, looking for the box of whatever he was last playing so he could swap the discs in the console. You made a little place for yourself on the floor, fidgeting with the hem of your top while you watched him fumble around in front of the TV.
Finally, he pushed the power button and sat back with the controller in his hand. âOkay, time to start gaming!â He looked over at you, smiling excitedly. âAre you ready?â
You nodded, and the screen began lighting up with the gameâs title screen. The graphics were colorful, and you knew Levi would have something to say about that. You glanced over at him as words began tumbling out of his mouth when all of a sudden, the vibrant screen wavered, and the upbeat music stopped.
Levi was puzzled. âHuh? Whatâs goingââ His thought was interrupted as all of the lights in the room flickered, and suddenly you felt a sharp pang of fear. âAhhh, câmon!â He complained as the room finally went dark.
Your breath caught in your throat, and you found yourself bringing your knees up to your chest, squeezing your eyes shut; you were tense, and still. You were scared, and you never wanted any of them to know that, but if anyone had to find out, you were glad it was Levi.
You were taking little breaths to calm yourself, hoping that this was the worst it was going to get. Levi started talking again, and you could hear the disappointment in his voice. âWell, I guess weâll have to wait until laterâŚâ Levi fiddled with his D.D.D., trying to get the flashlight on. When you didnât respond, he got worried. Surely, he thought, you werenât that disappointed? He called your name softly, but it was drowned out by a loud crack of thunder, and he saw your whole body jolt. It left him perplexedâhe wasnât sure what to think of that.
He called out to you once more, but you hadnât seemed to notice. You trembled, and he heard what he immediately recognized as sniffles and little hiccups, and his pout became a deep frown. If he was being honest, he would think anyone else was pathetic, but not you. You, who he couldnât recall crying for anything; who could look Lucifer in the eye without so much as flinching. After all he had seen you go through, this was the thing that made you shrink into yourself. This was the thing that scared you.
Leviathan bit his lip and glanced around, seeing shadows cast around the room thanks to the flashlight. He was panickingâwhat do you do for a scared human? He begged himself to think harder and faster. As someone who felt pretty at home during storms, he couldnât come up with a single thing. Thunder continued to rumble in the distance, and you continued to shake, with your knees up to your chest and your head down.
âLeviâŚ?â Your voice was so small. It tugged at his heart in a way he had never experienced beforeâa way that was almost physically painful.
His body moved on its own. âY-yeahâŚâ He muttered. âYeah IâŚIâm here,â He took a few steps towards you. âa-and everythingâs okay!â He blurted. âEverythingâs okayâŚâ He said again, softer this time, worried the sudden outburst might put you more on edge. He swallowed hard, hoping to take some nerves with it, but instead it took his words: what do you need?
You dared a peek, noticing a soft glow illuminating the walls of the room, and in the dim light cast by the D.D.D. at his side, he could see your eyes, wet with more tears. A few strands of hair were stuck to your tear-stained cheeks. âLevi,â you whimpered, louder than the last time. âLevi, Iââ The thunder roared again, and you yelped, hiding your face again. Your heart had leapt into your throat. It was too much. This storm was bad. It was so bad. It was more violent than any storm you had ever experienced. You had no idea what to do; the things you usually did to calm yourself werenât working. Your breathing had sped up as fear gripped at your throat, and you couldnât slow it down. Your mind whirledâpanic from the storm, panic from your inability to stop panicking, and panic from the embarrassment that you were a blubbering mess on Leviâs bedroom floor. Though your vision was blurry, the faint light from the D.D.D. had at least given you a vague idea of what was around you, but that was now starting to grow dark as your breathing became hyperventilating, and your chest tightened around your heart. It hurt, and you were so, so scared. Maybe you should ask Levi to go get someone? Satan might know what to do, or even Lucifer. But the anxiety was debilitating. You couldnât make a sound anymore, except for your ragged breathing.
Leviathan couldnât bear it. He hated this so much. He hated it, but what could he do? He could go get his brothers, but if one of them came, they all would, and that was probably not what you needed. Would any of them even know what to do? He didnât even know what to do. He felt like a failure as a demonâyour demon. He began spiraling, wondering why you bothered with him. He was an otaku, he didnât know anything about this stuff. Anime and games wouldnât help him. He pushed his hair up away from his face, grunting softly, and he felt the brief sting of tears in the corners of his eyes.
As he looked around again for somethingâanything that might give him an ideaâhe saw your hand reaching out to him. âLevi, pleaseââ You squeaked as the thunder continued to echo across the Devildom. Your hand retracted back, and you covered your ears.
Something in Levi pushed him to move, to do something, and he found himself grabbing up his blanket from his bathtub, closing the gap between you two. He wasnât sure why he stood there feeling sorry for himself, and surely he might beat himself up for that later, but right now, you needed him. He knew you did. This should have been so simple, he scolded himself.
Leviathan had no idea what he was doing, but at least it was something. He carefully draped his blanket over your back, and wrapped it around you before taking a place next to you on the floor, setting his D.D.D. aside so the light could fill more of the room up for you. âHey,â He spoke to you softly, and his hands trembled as he reached out to take yours. âhey, i-itâs okayâŚâ He murmured. âItâs okay IâŚIâm here.â Though surely, he might be the last person you wanted there. âItâll be over soon, I-I promise!â He smiled, though it was strained, and he wasnât hiding that well. âIâll stay right here, andâŚIâll wait with you.â He then glanced at his hands, which still carefully held your wrists. âS-sorry!â He pulled his hands back. âSorry, Iâm sure youââ
Then, there was pressure, and there was warmth, and he had to catch himself on his palms to keep from getting pushed onto the floor. You dove right into his arms, burying your face into his shoulder, and it took him more than a few seconds to understand what had happened. âH-hey, are you sure youââ
âCan I just stay like this?â His pulse quickened and the scent of your shampoo made him dizzy. âPlease?â You whispered.
Levi swallowed, breathing out of his nose to calm his nerves, though it didnât work too well. âSure you canâŚâ He shifted his body to uncross his legs, and you were leaning forward on your knees, unmoving. âCome here.â He coaxed, though he found himself wrapping his arms around you anyways, pulling you into him so you sat between his legs, cradled up against him. His favorite shirt was wet, and sticking to his shoulder, but he found that he didnât care that much. At least, not since it was you.
To you, this was protection. Safety. When Levi wrapped you up in his arms, you felt your heartbeat begin to slow. He let you nestle against him without complaint, and you could feel the thrumming of his heart against his chest; though it seemed nervous and erratic, it was soothingâcomforting. It was quiet for a while, and in that time, Levi had placed a hand on your head, using the other to keep you close.
âUh,â His voice cracked, breaking the silence. âD-does thisâŚdoes this help?â He asked softly.
You settled deeper into his blanket, and it smelled like himâlike his soap, a mild but clean scent, and a hint of the sea. âMmhmmâŚâ You tilted your face up, and the light cast shadows across his cheeks, and played with the fiery gold tones in his eyes. âSorry to make you do thisâŚâ You rubbed at your eyes with the back of your hands, drying any remnants of tears that clung to your lashes.
Levi shook his head. âIâm sorry I panickedâŚâ He mumbled. âThat was stupid of me.â He looked away, and the feeling of humiliation made his cheeks turn pink. âI didnât know youâd be so scared.â
You laughed through your nose, and he braced himself for a joke at his expense. âWell, how were you supposed to? I never told anyone,â You said pointedly. ânever wanted toâŚâ You muttered. Levi hummed in response. âBut, can I be honest?â You closed your eyes and hid your face in his chest once more.
âUh, s-sureâŚ?â Levi was still expecting some sort of jab, but it never came. Rather, there was something else behind your wordsâsomething sweet, and shy.
âIâm glad that Iâm with youâŚâ You gripped a fistful of shirt as you forced the words out of your mouth. You trusted Leviathan. You really did, and times like this were exactly why. âIf it had to be anyone, Iâm happy it was you.â You were sure the warmth you felt in your face was not because of the blanket.
As cute as it was that you seemed to insist on playing tough for everyone, Levi was more taken aback by the softness in your words. âR-really? MeâŚ?â Surely you just didnât want to hurt his feelings.
âReally, you.â there was some teasing in your tone, and Levi was happy to hear that you were coming back to your usual self. âI trust you, Levi, and Iââ
The thunder cracked again. You jumped, and Levi reflexively tightened his hold on you.
When the sky had quieted again, he let out a sigh, and his body relaxed. âIâm okay,â You promised. âitâs not so bad with you here.â
You felt the offbeat rhythm of his heartbeat once again, and it made you smile. You closed your eyes, and just listened. Your fear had melted away, and you felt warm and comfortable. His fingers played with your hair absentmindedly, and you found yourself drifting, despite the howling winds and the thunder rolling in the distance.
Leviathan was protection. He was safety, and he was comfort.
I was taking a break to work on some personal writing! I do have something that I wrote some time ago that I may post soon though! I just wanted some time to try to finish numerous OC-related WIPS I have!
Plus I have been helping my family again with taking care of my gran, and it's kept me busy, plus constant 10 hour shifts for the last 2 or 3 weeks. I am dying but not dead! Keep your eyes peeled for some fluff soon~ âĄ
Lucifer takes great pride in the mess heâs made out of you; watching you swallow every drop of him with your chin held firmly between his fingers with your misty eyes gives him a better high than anything in the Devildom possibly could. He delights in having you on your knees for him while making sure you canât look away. The only thing he loves more is bending you over and taking you from behind, preferably on the desk in his study, and hearing you whine as he pulls out right as you both climax and his load splatters across your lower back, but he promises you arenât done yet. You look marvelous in white.
Levi - between your thighs, in your hand
Heâd do anything for a thigh job. Bonus points if you also wear thigh highs. If heâs doing it from behind, heâs going to be kissing your shoulders and neck. From the front, heâs all over your chest. Keeping his mouth busy keeps him from stammering like a dork, but thereâs no bigger ego boost than when heâs on top of you; heâs made you a squirming, whimpering mess, and thatâs his name on your lips. He canât help but kiss you hard and deep as he finishes outside of you, all over your thighs. If you really wanna surprise him, you start palming him through the front of his pants mid-game, and snake your hand into his boxers. Your hands feel so good on his dick. He tries not to whine and writhe under your touch, especially when you feign innocence, but you always know just how to work him over. Levi is putty in your hands. Heâll cum quickly for you, and he turns the brightest red when you smirk and bring your hand up to your mouth to clean up your fingers, all without even looking at him.
Mammon - on/between your chest
Mammon strikes me as pretty easy; heâll cum anywhere, but he is totally a boob guy in my eyes, plain and simple. I feel like in all honesty if he were to pick a favorite part of his partner, he would be into their chest, and would focus a lot on it. Touches, kisses, bitesâyou name it, heâll do it, but when all is said and done, he loves nothing more than you servicing him with your chest, begging him to cum for you. Titjobs get this guy stupid high, and seeing his cum all over your chest, dripping from your nipples or collarbone, heâd easily take that over a stack of Grimm.
Satan - on your face and stomach
Satan doesnât particularly mind where he finishes for the most part, but itâs pretty clear he does have a preference. He, like Lucifer, loves it when you make eye contact. He loves to see your pretty little mouth working his length, half-lidded eyes peeking up at him through your lashes. And when he canât hold back anymore, the sight of you licking him off of your lips gives him satisfaction so great he canât put it into words. Satan is a fan of any position where he can see your face and heâs able to observe all of the cute faces you make while heâs making you feel good; if he pulls out, heâs going to finish on your stomach, and he loves to see his load dripping down and around your bellybutton. Bonus points, because facing each other means easy kisses, and I think heâs big on kissing, especially after the two of you become a panting, sweaty mess of limbs on the bed.
Asmodeus - on your chest and back
Asmo has no qualms about where he makes a mess, as long as he gets to make one, but heâs definitely a fan of admiring his handiwork. Besides, whatâs classier than a pearl necklace? Seeing you flushed pink all over and covered in his cum is such a pretty picture. The only thing that looks better than that is the reflection of the two of you in the mirror while he takes you from behind, where you can both see everything heâs doing to you, how good he looks doing it, and of course, the shaky, adorable mess heâs reduced you to. He wants nothing more than to hear you scream for him as he makes an even bigger mess on your back after he pulls out of you. Of course, expect lots of kisses and praise after from Asmo when youâre done, too.
Beelzebub - between your thighs, on your stomach
Beel thinks your thighs are soft and warm; he loves them. Plus, itâs pretty easy to get away with fucking your thighs in all the places that matterâlike in the shower after his fangol practice, or in the kitchen while youâre making (and being) a late night snack for him. Beel also has a fondness for tummies. He finds them to be cute, especially yours, even after he blows his load all over it (which he silently takes pride in). Being that heâs such a big boy, he worries about hurting you, since youâre gonna be smaller than him. He loves to see you on your back, caged in with his arms, making the sweetest face at him as he fucks you. Heâll have his mouth all over you, savoring every part of you as he releases his load all over your stomach.
Belphagor - in your mouth, between your thighs
Belphie is a smug little shit, donât tell me otherwise. I said what I said because this is all pretty low effort for him. He doesnât really need to move from the bed at all to get between your legs, and he knows how to bully you under the blankets between his legs. He loves fucking you between your thighs because he can tease you by whispering things to you that would make most people go scarlet to the tips of their ears, and he can still touch you while he tells you how lewd you are (heâs not gonna ignore your needs too, after all). But, being in your mouth is just as good for him, because then you canât talk back when he calls you a name or two, and hearing you swallow his seed really gets him going.
Solomon - in your mouth, on your ass
Solomon is just smitten with how cute you look on your knees for him; the look you give him from between his legs drives him absolutely crazy. He canât get enough of how you say his name and beg him for what you want. He wants to see you swallow every last drop of him. Heâd absolutely make you open your mouth so he can see that it all went down, and heâd praise you for it. That said, Solomon is an ass man and you canât change my mind. Of course this means he loves to take his partner from behind and watching your ass jiggle as he rams into you. Heâs also big into leaning over against your back to tell you how good you make him feel, and to ask you if youâre enjoying yourself. The cherry on top is seeing the mess he made at the end of it all.
Simeon - on your stomach. between your chest
Simeon isnât an angel for nothing. I feel like he could be so soft and carefulâhe loves intimacy. Tender kisses, gentle caressing, hand holding, forehead touches, the works. He speaks to you in hushed, husky tones all the while, making sure youâre okay and you feel good, and making sure you know how incredible you are. Heâs nothing but considerate of you and he can take it as slow or as fast as you ask him to. As much as he loves to see your stomach covered in his cum when youâre finished, heâs quick to clean you up and make sure youâre comfortable. On the other hand, if you offer to get him off with a titfuck, he will feel spoiled, and he will look so, so pretty gripping the edge of the bed, head thrown back as he pants and moans softly for you.
Barbatos - in your mouth or on your face
Barbatos relishes in any alone time he gets with you. He will do just about anything you ask of himâhe loves to see you enjoying yourself, but more than that, he loves to see you disheveled and dirty, with your tongue all over him. You are all his, and he is all yours, and this is a version of you that only he gets to see and have for himself, and he savors it. He hates to see the tears in the corner of your eyes as you take his cock down your throat, but he loves how hungry you are for him. Your lips were soft and perfect, and they felt so good. Despite being in the profession of housekeeping and tidying, nothing pleases him more than the messes you make together when youâre alone, and he loves that you are so willing to take orders (which is a nice change of pace for Barbatos, too); if he tells you to drink it all, you do it, and then you open wide for him, so that he knows you listened like a good human. He hates to mess up your cute face, but you also look good with your face painted with him, licking him up from your fingers.
Diavolo - on your stomach and your ass
Diavolo will take you however you want, and he adores seeing his own mess. As long as he gets to be inside you, he truly does not care. He loves how needy you can sound, practically sobbing his name and begging him to give you everything, which he will gladly oblige. I doubt just once is enough for him, though; heâd fuck you good and hard, make sure youâre okay to keep going, and then plow you some more. He loves to see how you look with him inside of you from every angle, and the same goes for how you look covered in his cum, so expect this man to flip you over on the mattress, and expect to get dirtyâheâs learned to keep towels handy. He of course always worries itâs too much for you, no matter how many times you do it, and no matter how many times you tell him you can take it. At the end of the day, you are precious to him, and he will spoil you silly for being such a good human for him.
First time ever filling a request (AAAAAAA? THANK YOU SO MUCH???) and also my first time writing something for Kanata! I love tsun boys but he's a tough one. I had a beta reader this time so I hope I did okay! The request was Kanata realizing that he's fallen for the reader!
I hope you like it ;u;
It was 4 AM, and Kanata Yatonokami was still awake, and he was pissed.
Nayuta had already fallen asleep, wrapped up in the blankets on the bed. Kanata sat in front of his laptop, with the screen being the only source of light in the apartment so as not to bother his brother. He had decided to work on their new song since sleep evidently wasnât an option. Lately, his days had beenâŚeventful, he would say.
He and Nayuta were busy, maybe more than they had ever been, thanks to Paradox Live. It was taking a little adjustment, but he supposed he had no major complaints. He rested his chin in his hand, staring blankly at his computer. He had been stuck on this part of his work for some time, and it wasnât even because the composition itself was posing a major challenge. It was because he had other things on his mind. Stupid, confusing things. Things that he would swear up and down he didnât care about.
Kanata groaned softly and slumped over, forehead coming to rest on the edge of the desk he was working at, and it was all because Nayuta wanted to spend some of their prize money on sweets from a new bakery. A bakery where you had smiled at them, making every attempt to chat, recommending this and that, explaining tastes, textures, ingredientsâŚhe hadnât been listening at all, instead watching your mouth move, your eyes light up, and how brightly you smiled at them the whole time. You had been in no hurry to get them away from the display case and out the door; all the while the saccharine smell of vanilla and sugar made Kanataâs head spin. He observed your nimble hands making quick work of closing up the box after Nayuta had decided what he wanted, the tune you had made out of the words, âThank you so much, please come back soon!â echoed in his head.
Kanata Yatonokami was still awake, and he was pissed, and it was your fault.
All his life, he had never needed anyone except for Nayuta. He never really had the desire to build other connections. After all, he had learned his lesson; the world had been nothing but cold and cruel, he reminded himself of that plenty often.
But you werenât, something in the back of his mind told him.
The voice was small, and he didnât know where it came from; it was annoying in the same way an insect he couldnât see, buzzing around the room would be. He wanted it to stop. It was seriously messing with his head. He was distracted, and it was getting in the way of important things that he should be (and would much rather be) doing. Nayuta had already noticed that he wasnât quite himself, which he would have rather avoided, because that meant that now Nayuta was going to be on his case; how could he explain to Nayuta what he couldnât explain to himself?
There was the rustle of fabric as Nayuta stirred, and Kanata looked up quickly to see him sitting up, eyes heavy and half-lidded.
âNnâŚKanata? Youâre still awake?â
Kanata turned to face his brother. âYeah, sorry,â he spoke coolly, hoping Nayuta would just go back to sleep. âI hope I didnât wake you.â
Nayuta grunted, rubbing some of the sleep away from his eyes, and then looked at his older brother, puzzled. He wasnât sure what time it was, but he knew it had to be an ungodly hour to still be up. âHeyâŚâ he started cautiously. âAre you okay?â
This was exactly what he had wanted to avoid. âFine.â The word came out more brusque than he had intended it to sound. âI was just working on something.â It wasnât really a lie, at least.
âYouâve been âjust working on somethingâ for the last three weeks,â Nayuta reminded him pointedly. âYou canât lie to me, Kanata.â He stared at his twin intently. âTell me whatâs up.â
Kanata sighed and turned back to his laptop. He hated that Nayuta was right. He should have known better than to try and get anything past him. He didnât want his brother fussing over him like this, either. He sighed, and decided that this was going nowhere fastâhe wasnât going to be able to do any work with his head all clouded up like this. Besides, maybe talking to Nayuta would help him figure it out.
The laptop closed with a soft snap, and Kanata stood up, stretching his arms over his head on the way to the bed. He threw himself onto the empty side, curling up next to Nayuta, who looked down at him.
âSo?â
Kanata blinked at the ceiling. âI dunno,â he muttered.
Nayuta raised an eyebrow. âKanata, thatâs notââ
âNo, I really donât know!â he insisted, furrowing his brows. He was actually being honest, but it was a terrible answer.
Nayuta hummed, leaning back onto his palms. He couldnât think of any problems he was aware of. They had money, their songs were doing well, no one was bothering themâŚhe was too tired to rack his brain for more ideas. Glancing over at his brother, he could see the troubled expression on his face.
âSuiseki?â he guessed.Â
âNo.â Kanata deadpanned.
âSuzaku?â Nayuta quirked a brow.
âHell no!â Kanata spat, scowling at the mention of his name.
âHmmâŚâ This time, Nayuta spoke softer. âIs it a girl?â
âHuh?!â Kanata sat up quickly, shooting a glare in his brotherâs direction. âNayuta, are youââ
The other boy started laughing, and Kanata could feel his face get hot. âWhy are you laughing?! Donât be stupid!â More importantly, why was he embarrassed?! It wasnât like he was right!
Nayuta, though, was pretty convinced he was right; his face broke into a sly grin. âSo youâre all mopey and moody over a girl?â he teased. âGross.â He fell back into his pillows.
But really, he was more surprised than anything. While he supposed it would have happened eventually, it still caught him off guard. After all, they had been together this whole time; just the two of them, alone, for nineteen years, and things like this wereâŚnever part of the equation, really. But, he only wanted Kanata to be happy, and while it was difficult to really come to terms with, he still wanted to support him and see his world get a little bigger. More colorful. Not to mention, it was about time there was someone to take care of him for once, even if he acted like he didnât need someone like that.
Kanata couldnât believe him. There was no way some stupid girl had anything to do with this. Kanata never cared about girls. âNayuta!â he protested. âThat isnât funny! Of course itâs not about her!â
âHmm?â Nayuta fixed his gaze on Kanata. âHer? I didnât mention anyoneâŚwho are you talking about?â he asked, clearly amused now to see that he was getting a rise out of his brother. Honesty wasnât really Kanataâs strong suit.
Kanata growled, putting his palms to his face. This made no sense, and it was stupid, and he was tired of being grilled. âIâm going to bed!â he huffed, lying down, grabbing the blanket, and pulling it to his chin.
âSure,â Nayuta wriggled under the blankets alongside Kanata. âGoodnight~â he mumbled, closing his eyes the moment he rested his head back into the pillows. Sleep came rather quickly for him. Kanata, on the other handâŚ
He lay there on his side, eyes still wide open, staring at the floor. His heart had been pounding and his stomach was twisted in knots from what had just happenedâheâd never felt anything like this before, but it felt gross. Still, he couldnât just shake off the slip-up he had made.
âHer? I didnât mention anyoneâŚwho are you talking about?â
Your face had come to mind right away, goofy airheaded smile and all, and his heart squeezed. He never really believed in love, save for the fraternal kind. Friendship, parental love, romantic loveâŚhe had never received any of that, nor did he ever need it. Why would he want it? Especially now, and from you, no less.
Because, the voice reminded him, you were kind, and gentle, and warm, and maybe he noticed the curl of your lips when you smiled after he spoke to you, and maybe he kind of liked it, and maybe there was a softness behind it that he had always wished to be shown.
Kanata tossed under the covers, picking up and mashing his pillow against his face, feeling a new rush of heat in his cheeks, his chest, to the tips of his fingers. âDamn itâŚ!â he whispered petulantly. Why this? Why him, and why you? His mind raced with questions and thoughts faster than he could card through them and rationalize any of it. This was the kind of lame shit that happened in movies; the scenes that he would skip, or that would make him zone out. He was exasperated with himself. This had to be something else.
But maybe itâs not, the pest in his head argued. Maybe Nayuta had a point, and he was just immature and in denial because he didnât know how to handle his own feelings. After all, how many times had he walked the same route in the last few weeks that would lead him to the storefront you worked at when he took walks while Nayuta was hanging out with Shiki? How many times had he peered through the window or over the counter before looking at anything on the menu or in the display case? How many of those times had he told himself it was because Nayuta had really liked the desserts there and he wanted to get him sweets to have after dinner when he came home? Why else was he willing to stomach the cloyingly sweet smell of icing and fresh berries? There was no hiding behind Nayuta this time.
Kanata was squeezing his eyes shut as if that would make him fall asleep any quicker, but it definitely wasnât working, because instead of pitch black, he could see a shy smile, sparkling eyesâyoursâburned onto the backs of his eyelids. His heart thrummed against his ribcage, remembering the way you had parroted his own name back to him after finally asking for it the fourth time he had come around. He hadnât even thought twice about telling you.
âYatonokamiâŚ-san.â Something about the way it rolled off your tongue was pleasantâcomfortable, even. âIâll be sure to remember!â
Loathe as he was to admit it, maybe that made him happy. Tossing the pillow away from his face, he rolled onto his back and opened his eyes, staring up at the ceiling. The sun had begun to rise, and there was a sliver of bright white light against the dull paint. He was giving in.
It was who-knew-what time, and Kanata Yatonokami was still awake, and now, he was pretty sure he liked you.
First time posting literally anything of mine ever anywhere aaaaaaaaa idk I wrote this bc I have really fucking terrible brainrot and also I just want Hajun to be soft and stuff. Heads up for implied NSFW I guess? I don't have a beta reader or anything so I did try to edit and do my best despite that! I hope you like it! I didn't mean for it to get this long;;;
The sun had only barely peeked over the horizon; the sounds of the city coming alive in the morning could be heard outside, and the room was dim with the scarce light of dawn.
This room was not your own, the rumpled shirt that hung loosely from your frame was two sizes too big. The person next to you was quiet. Peaceful. You sat up and blinked sleep away from your eyes. Carefully, you moved to stand up, peeling the blankets away from your lap, making sure that the boy next to you was left undisturbed. Carefully, you tip-toed across the cold floor, opening the door and slipping out. Surely by now, no one else in the house was awake. Most of them kept odd schedules, you had been told, so you were confident that no one would catch you traipsing the halls in the giant shirt you had borrowed. Given the fact you hadnât bothered to find your skirt, you sure hoped you were right.
Upon making it to the restroom, you closed the door quietly, and turned the sink faucet on to a gentle stream of cold water. Looking at yourself in the mirror, you didnât really see much of a difference. Your face was the same, your hair, though somewhat tousled with a few flyaways here and there, was the same as ever. How you felt, though? You feltâŚwell, definitely changed, though not in a bad way, per se, and that was to say nothing of the dull ache you felt in your body. It was almost like you felt whole, though you hadnât thought of yourself as less than whole before; it was a strange feeling, to be sure. You began trying to straighten your hair by raking your fingers through it while wondering if maybe this fluttering in your stomach, the buzzing in your chest, or the lightness in your head was allowed. As you leaned over towards the mirror over the sink, you could see your shoulders under the shirt as it fell away, just slightly. Bruisesâlittle onesârunning up your neck to your jaw, reminded you of the hands that had held you so carefully the night before. It brought an intense heat to your face as your own name rang in your ears, spoken by the boy in the next room; low, quiet, full of needâlike a song. You remembered his lips, soft against your skin, sweet on your own lips, and every single time they left one of the marks on your skin.
This had to cross several lines. Of all people, how and why was it Hajun Yeon? And whatâs worse, you felt the strongest desire to keep walking that line. With a new burst of nerves, you splashed yourself in the face with icy water, hoping the feverish warmth in your cheeks would go away, and the play-by-play of your night would stop, though you were alone, and these were but memories playing on the backs of your eyelids, it somehow left you embarrassedâit felt shameful to remember his touch, featherlight, across your waist, carefully picking your shirt up at the hem and helping it away from your body. His breath, hot across your collarbone; It was probably indecent of you, even more so that you wanted to feel everything all over again. You might go so far as to say there was little you wouldnât do to have his hands on you once more.
This, you were sure, was a sign of something ardent, yet pure still, making its home in your heart, and it was both thrilling and absolutely terrifying. You recalled the look he gave you when you had sat up to begin looking for your discarded clothes on his floor. It was pleading; full of apprehension. He spoke in a whisper through the dark of the room. âItâs late,â he had said, and you thought maybe you felt his body shift a little, as if he was reaching out for you. âYou can stay here.â There was a vulnerability that gripped you in that momentâsomething candid in his request. You had agreed; you could just go home in the morning, you had told yourself, and that was when Hajun handed you his shirt. You looked over yourself in the mirror again, and found yourself grasping a fistful of fabric. He had said so little, but something in his words made them feel like so much.
Looking back to the door, you contemplated your options. You could give in to your fear that screamed you were desperate and naĂŻveâgather your things and make a run for the door and make excuses for yourself later, or you could let your desire and curiosity win out, and crawl right back into the bed down the hall. Maybe you belonged there, maybe you were reading too much into it. You shut the water off and stared at your reflection again. Surely, this wasnât just a mistake, or a whimâyou believed you knew Hajun better than that. Or did you? He was so hard to read sometimes. Either way, you figured maybe you should find out. It wasnât like there was really any going back at this point, and you really did believe he was the person you thought he was.
You sighed softly to yourself, though it felt like it echoed around you in the tiny room, in this quiet apartment. You made sure to pat the dripping water from your face before you turned back towards the door and opened it, poking your head out and looking around. There was no rustle of clothes, no shuffle of feet, nothing. Quickly and silently, like a ghost, you darted back down the hallway and into the room. Hajun was there still, settled and asleep. He hadnât even moved. Laughing through your nose, you slid back through the doorway, closing it as quietly as you could so that it made no noise behind you, and carefully, you pulled the blankets back once more, just enough to get back beneath them, and first, you sat there on the edge of the bed, and there was warmth, not only from the man beside you, but from your chest, blooming rapidly at the sight of his delicate features; he looked so different when he was asleepâsofter, unguarded. You leaned forward, mind completely occupied by what you could only describe as something immensely lovely. You knew what you wanted, and to you, it just had to be the right choice. He had to be the right choice. You had spent a lot of time with him nowâyou knew he was kind deep down, and there was something there, behind his eyes, and it had drawn you in so long ago, and it amounted to everything that led up to this very moment. Nothing you had done was a mistake, you assured yourself. You leaned over and, softly, you pressed a careful kiss to his cheek. mindful not to let your hair fall onto his face. Sitting back, you watched him for a few moments longer, and the rise and fall of his chest was still steady and slow. He hadnât woken up, and that was fine by you. You wriggled back under the blankets, curling up besides him again, this time more sure of your own feelings. What you had been so afraid of only moments before, you couldnât remember anymore.
Your mind raced with thoughts. Though this was the first night spent in the same bed, how many more could there be? Would you be able to keep count? What would he think seeing you still taking up half of his bed when he did wake up? You couldnât say what time it was when you first woke up, or for how long you pondered these silly little girlish things, but eventually, you found yourself drifting again. You curled up tight, peeking over the fluffy comforter once more, smiling. You couldnât wait to tell him so, so many things. Good morning, good night, I missed youâŚ
âI love you, HajunâŚâ The sleepy sigh passed your lips, and you didnât want to fight the exhaustion any longer. Sleep overtook you, just as the sun colored the sky bright with the morning.
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Only when you were surely asleep did Hajun sit up slowly, eyes studying the woman in his bed carefully. The truth was, though he would never admit it, though he had wanted thisâwanted youâthere was the terrifying thought in the back of his mind that you would be gone this morning and he would be alone again, not truly wanted. He knew you better than that, but some traumas were not so easy to will away, and maybe he might always be scared of being left behind forever, but at the very least, not so much today. He had woken up when you got out of the bed, and his heart pounded, hard. His blood felt like it was freezing over when he heard the soft rush of air as the door opened. He waited, silently, eyes still shut while your side of the bed began to grow colder, until he heard the click of the doorknob to his room again. He heard your little laugh as you circled the bed before sitting next to him, and felt the smile in your timid kiss after what he assumed was a moment of you observing him. Something about it felt incredible and perfect, and definitely alien to him. Perhaps it was just the feeling of being wanted? Though he thought it humorous that you hadnât figured out that he had been awake this whole time; the way you took care not to disturb him as you got back in his bed (which was unexpectedly bold, at least of someone like you, he thought) was very much like you; soft, considerate. There was some time spent laying beside you, silent and unmoving. He couldnât be sure what time it was. He figured maybe he could âwake upâ now, hearing your breathing slow and feeling you sink deeper into the bed. You had fallen asleep again. He couldnât really blame you, he thought to himself, grinning as he recalled you catching your breath, catching the smallest of moans on one or two of them. And then, those words that snapped him out of it, and felt like they stopped time around him, words that hit him harder than perhaps anything anyone could think to say to him. âI love you, HajunâŚâ
You said you loved him. He had heard it plenty of times before, sure. Between his fans, and Anne and Allen, it had been said before, but this was on a grander scale. It made his pulse quicken, and his stomach twist. He wanted to hear it again, though you probably believed he hadnât even heard it the first time, and maybe you had only said it in a state of half-asleep delerium. Still though, he smiled to himself, thinking of ways to tease you into saying it again later, fully conscious and to his face. That would be fun.
Then, Hajun looked at the clock in his room. He would normally be getting up to go for his morning run by now, but maybe he could go just a little later. He was enjoying this time spent with you, simple as it may have been. Anne might tease him about it laterâsurely they had figured it out when they came back from the club that there was someone else hereâbut he could take it, probably. But, he supposed that was an issue for this afternoon; it wasnât so late, but still, he would have to get going at some point. He sighed, deciding that he should just get up and get going now, because he still had to make breakfast for Anne and Allen, and now you, since you had decided to sleep in. He found it odd how he already hated to leave you, but just as you had come back to him, so would he. Besides, they would have time, he would make sure of that. Hajun leaned in close, and brushed a lock of hair away from your face, returning the kiss you had given him moments ago.
âěŹëí´.â he murmured, before his lips came to rest on your temple.
Okay welp time to see what happens I guess! Iâll be posting an x reader piece shortly, but I couldnât get anyone to beta so I apologize if it seems uhhhh not great :â)
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