Could you possibly do a Dom Changbin X sub Thick/curvy reader smut?? like the reader is kinda down on themselves and changbin fucks the sense back into them …. 😳
Pairings: Seo Changbin x Fem!Reader
Genre: angst, fluff, mature
Content warnings: SoftDom!Changbin, Chubby!Reader, idol!Changbin, mentions of body insecurities, depictions of fat-shaming, vanilla sex, piv, fingering and oral (f.recieving), nipple play, body praising, unprotected sex, aftercare, a lot of fluff
Word count: 2.9k words
Author's note: some themes in this fic can be triggering to some people. Please heed the content warnings before proceeding.
With a sigh, Changbin removes his gym shoes by the doorway, gym bag in hand, as he closes the door behind him. "Y/n, baby?" He calls out as he hangs his keys on the key holder near the light switch. "In here!" He hears you say from the living room, to which he immediately goes to greet you.
"Hey, baby." He says with a smile as soon as he sees you sitting on the couch, phone in hand. But what made him slightly worry, albeit suspicious, with the way you quickly closed your phone and put it away as if you were hiding something.
"Hey," you greet back, slightly surprised at how quick he came to find you. "Is everything alright?" Changbin did not miss the way you stiffen the moment he asked you, your eyes briefly looking away from his before nodding your head yes and feigning the best reassuring smile that you can muster. "Mmhmm, everything is alright. Why ask, babe?"
You have been with Changbin for two years now, so he knows you well enough, like the back of his palm. You were a great lover and a bright student who's been sitting on the dean's list for three consecutive years now, but if there's one thing you're bad at, it's in lying.
God, you were a lousy liar, and Changbin knows it. So when you told him that everything was fine, he knew that you weren't telling him the truth, and he was persistent enough to fish out an answer from you.
He gives you a stern look, and you sigh, having caught on that he wasn't buying any of your excuses.
"I'm sorry." You tell him as you avert your gaze from his. "Just... just look at these comments." You say as you unlock your phone before showing him what you were reading moments before he got home.
"Fat bitch, it's not fair she's dating Seo Changbin. They don't even look good together."
"Maybe Changbin should bring her to the gym often so she can shed some weight."
"She's only making Changbin look bad. Why did JYP even allow this to happen?"
"I won't be surprised if she dies early with a heart attack. She looks like a pig."
"Did Changbin's taste on women really go bad?"
"Changbin deserves better."
Changbin only looks at the phone screen in horror as he read the horrible comments under an article that was just recently published as soon as your relationship with him went public. He was angry, no, furious, because how dare they say mean and rude things towards you.
As soon as he hears you sniffle, he is immediately pulled from his thoughts, only to see your crying figure on the couch. Changbin felt his heartache at the sight of your tears endlessly rolling from your face.
"Baby..." he says as he goes to sit beside you, immediately engulfing you in a hug. "T-they were so mean, Binnie. It hurts." You sob out, clutching onto him as you cry. Changbin rubs soothing circles on your back as he hugs you tighter, letting you cry it all out. "I know, love. I know." He says, planting a solemn kiss on your temple. "Do you... do you think what they said is true? T-that you deserve better?" You ask him as you pull away from the hug, your lip quivering as you try to stop your tears. "Baby, no. Don't think like that." He coos as he wipes the tears from your face. "Don't let them get through your head, okay? That's what they want, so don't let them. I love you for who you are, and nothing is going to change that, love." Changbin's voice was gentle as ever, your cries now simmering into sobs and sniffles. "Should- Should I lose weight now? I-I can go to the gym with you if you want."
Changbin sighs, shaking his head as he clears the stray hairs from your face. "Baby, there's nothing wrong when it comes to losing weight. In fact, if that's what you want, I'll support you. But if you're only doing it for the sake of pleasing other people, I don't think that's a good approach." He explains, putting your hands on his, thumbing at your skin. "If you really wanna lose weight, do it for yourself, not for others. Don't put yourself something through that. In my eyes, you are the most beautiful and the sexiest woman that has ever existed, and if you can't see it, let me be your eyes, and I'll show you." You whine at his words, still slightly flustered as you wipe the last of your tears.
"I love you so much, and nothing is going to change that." He says as he cups your cheeks before pulling you in to place a kiss on your forehead. "I love you too," you reply, leaning into his touch, and you sigh. "Thank you for giving me the reassurance that I need." Changbin chuckles at your words. "It's no biggie; I just wanted to cheer my princess up." You smile as he rests his forehead against yours, enjoying the skinship that he provides. "Don't worry, I'll talk to my company about this. I'll make sure they won't be able to comment rude things like that."
"Thanks, Bin."
"You're welcome, now come here." He says before playfully pinning you down on the couch then attacking your face with kisses, making you squirm and giggle. "Changbin, s-stop!" You say in between laughs as you shield yourself from him. "How could I stop when you're just so adorable." He says as he squishes your cheeks before planting them with more kisses. "I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you." He says with each kiss, landing the final one on your lips.
You sigh as he rests above you, body hovering over yours, and your arms instinctively wrap around his neck as he rubs soothing circles on the skin of your outer thigh. Comfortable silence looms over the two of you, basking over the solemn atmosphere. "Can I kiss you?" Changbin asks, and you laugh, breaking the silence. "Baby, you literally just showered me with a lot of them just moments ago. I'm pretty sure kissing me again won't be any different." You tell him, and he shakes his head. "Just wanting to see if you're comfortable with it, that's all."
"Besides..." He mutters as he lowers his face, his lips lightly brushing against yours. "I wanna show you how much I love you." You blush at his words as you look into his eyes which bears nothing but pure love and sincerity that made your heart soar. "I wanna make you feel all of my love, wanna make love to you. Can I?" His voice was merely a whisper, gentle and soft-spoken, and still, it sent your heart racing in anticipation.
You nodded and gave him a reassuring smile before muttering a small "yes."
Changbin moves his lips with yours; the action is smooth and gentle yet passionate as he cups your cheek to pull you in even more to deepen the kiss. In response, your arms came to fly around his neck, your fingers carding through the back of his head, and he hums at the sensation.
The moment he slips his tongue in, you can already feel the heat pooling in between your legs, moaning against his muscle, and he practically keens, slipping his knee in between your legs while his free hand moves to cup your breast, feeling the nipple that hardens beneath his palm.
"Wait, wait--" you said as you pull away from the kiss. "Not on the couch, please." Changbin chuckles at your pouty face, and he nods, muttering a quick "cutie" before carrying you bridal style. "Changbin put me down! I'm heavy." You said as you held on to his shoulders as he brings you to your shared bedroom. "Who said that? You're as light as a feather, baby."
The trip to the bedroom was quick, with him quickly opening and closing the door before laying you down on the bed. As your back hits the sheets, he quickly hoovers over your body, slotting himself in between your legs.
"You are so beautiful, Y/n." He says, caressing your legs. His words made you blush, heat rushing to your cheeks, and you instinctively covered your face. "I swear, if you don't stop teasing me, you're gonna sleep on the couch tonight." You whined out, earning a chuckle from him. "I wasn't teasing you, dummy." He says as he takes your hands off of your face before leaning in to kiss you again, this time a little bit more different. The kiss was needier, more rushed and desperate, his lips hungrily chasing yours.
You feel the outline of his cock straining against his gym shorts, digging into your clothed core, his hands traveling beneath your shirt, and Changbin moans against your mouth at the feeling of your bare chest against his hands, your nipples hard and sensitive beneath his touch.
"This needs to go," he says as he pulls away from the kiss before removing your shirt. Changbin felt his cock twitch at the sight of your topless figure below him, your tits in full display, and he wastes no time in grabbing your right boob, giving it a tentative squeeze before popping the nipple in his mouth. His tongue works against the soft bud while his free hand toys with the other nipple, twisting it in between his fingers, making you moan and arch your back towards him. "God, I love your tits." He says before moving to your other nipple, his mouth immediately latching on while his other hand travels down towards your shorts, slipping beneath the fabric.
"Fuck, Changbin-- please, need your fingers." you moan out, your hips bucking towards him. "Getting impatient, aren't we, angel?" With one swift motion, he removes your remaining clothing, discarding it somewhere in the room before spreading your legs wide open. "Look at that," he says with a sigh, his eyes trained towards your glistening cunt as he rubs your inner thighs. "So beautiful."
Changbin spreads your folds with his thumbs before slipping a finger in between, gathering as much of your wetness. "You're dripping, sweetheart, can't let that go to waste, can we?"
Changbin buries his face in between your thighs, his tongue darting to lick a fat stripe over your cunt, and he moans at the way you taste. "Fuck, Binnie--" you moan out as you grip the sheets below you, the feeling of his tongue moving against your clit sends sparks of pleasure all throughout your body, making your thighs quake. "You taste so good, my love. So, so good." He then adds a finger inside your core, curling it until it reaches your sweet spot, and you practically scream. "Ngh, more. N-need more, please."
"Anything for my good girl," Changbin says before adding another finger, his mouth now latching unto your clit, his tongue massaging the sensitive bundle of nerves that sends your brain into haywire. It wasn't long until you started to feel the familiar knot forming in the pit of your stomach, and he knew that you were close. Changbin feels your walls clench around his fingers, and your cries bounce off across the room, only spurring him even further to bring you to your orgasm.
"Changbin-- fuck, I'm gonna cum." You moan out, your eyes rolling to the back of your head every time his fingers were to rub your walls just right. "Cum for me, angel."
After a few more thrusts of his fingers, you finally cum with a broken cry, your hands flying his grip on Changbin's hair as he helps you ride your orgasm, making sure to lap at your wetness until you shake from the overstimulation.
"That's it, my good girl." He praises as he sits up, wiping the slick off his lips with the back of his hand. As you catch your breath, you give him a tired giggle, your arms raising to beckon him over. "You good, my love?" He asks, and you nod, your hands coming up to soothe his strong arms. "Yeah. It looks like you're the one who needs help." You said as you glanced down at his raging boner straining against his shorts. "Are you sure you can still take it?" He asks, concern lacing his voice as he wipes the sweat by your temple, his touch as gentle as his voice. "Mmhmm, please. I still need you."
With a slight wiggle of your hips, your hand travel beneath his shirt, feeling the taut muscle underneath.
"Please?"
How can Changbin say no to that, especially when you asked so nicely, so obedient and pliant under him? He didn't need to be told twice as he quickly peels off his shirt, showing off his hard-earned muscles over the years. It didn't take long for his shorts and undergarments to come off next, his cock already leaking precum, the pretty head flared and red, just aching to be touched.
A satisfied groan leaves Changbin's lips as he slides his length in between your folds, gathering slick to lube himself up before pressing inside. He watches how your pussy practically swallows him up whole until you take him up to the hilt, making you both sigh in unison. Changbin waits for a few moments to let you adjust to his size until you give him a nod, shifting your hips a bit to let him know.
He pulls back up until the tip before sliding back in, building up a slow but steady pace. The stretch of his cock inside your cunt slowly fades into burning pleasure that has you whimpering under him. Changbin was no different, occasionally groaning at the feeling of your warm walls hugging him like a vice, his grip on your hips getting tighter by the minute as he starts a quick pace. "You feel so good around me, baby. Fuck--" Changbin curses out, driving his hips faster and deeper, angling his hips to hit the sweet spot inside of you.
It wasn't long until you were a moaning mess, your cunt aching from sensitivity from your orgasm from earlier, only adding to the pleasure. The moment Changbin snakes his hand in between your bodies to rub your clit in circles, you know you were gone, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you almost scream.
"Fuck, you look so pretty like this baby, my beautiful girl." He compliments, his free hand roaming across the expanse of your flesh, loving how your tits bounce with every thrust. You only whine at his words, not really fully understanding what he said because you were too far gone to even hear him clearly.
Soon, you start to feel the familiar knot forming in your stomach again, and this time it was coming in quick. Changbin doesn't miss the way your legs would quiver every now and then and how your cunt seemed to flutter around him, tightening and loosening simultaneously, and he knows that he wasn't far long from his orgasm too.
"God, you're so perfect, fuck-- I love you," Changbin says as he fully cages you in, his face nestled against the crook of your neck as his hands pull you close to him, the position making his cock slide in even deeper. "I love you too," you practically moan out, your arms now coming up to wrap around his neck while your legs wrap around his hips. "B-Binnie, I'm gonna cum. I'm close," you pant out, your fingers gripping the hair by his nape. "Me too, baby. Shit-- cum with me," he says, lifting his head to kiss you as you both chase your orgasm.
It was a messy kiss, your teeth clashing together. At the same time, your tongues danced against each other until, after a few more strokes, Changbin pushes in one last time deep inside you and cums with a loud groan, making you tip over the edge on cum as well with a broken chant of his name falling off your lips.
Changbin's hips stutter a few more times to milk out your orgasms before falling on top of you, sweat coating your bodies as the two of you catch your breaths. After a few moments of shared silence, he finally pulls out his softening length before sitting back to watch the cum ooze out of you, which he instinctively pushes back using his finger. "Binnie, stop. 'M too sensitive." You whine out, and he apologetically chuckles. "Right, my bad." He says before laying beside you, immediately taking you into his arms to kiss the top of your head. "You did so well for me, baby. So so well, pretty girl." He says, making you snuggle even closer to him. "Thank you," you say rather tiredly, sighing into him as he strokes your hair.
"I love you so much, you know that right?" He says, and you look up at him. "Mmhmm, I know. And I love you too. Thank you for cheering me up." You say with a smile as you look up at him and Changbin couldn't resist cupping your face as he smiles back, leaning to place a peck on your lips.
Ok this may send a bit weird but it’s based off of my Mc. Can you do an obey me with a teenage mc who can see ghosts and how all the boys would react to it?
I've tried, anon. I've tried. 😥
Teen MC who can see ghosts
MC: I can see ghosts.
Lucifer: *scoffs* Prove it.
MC: *leans closer* They are telling me just now that you were pleasuring yourself while playing the TSL soundtrack at exactly 11:33PM.
Lucifer: ...
MC: And you know I was in the castle yesterday.
Lucifer: *troubled look*
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Mammon: Ha! You're just bluffing! *is shaking from fear*
MC: *proceeds in telling about the history of the house and where the treasure is*
Mammon: H-Hey, there's a treasure here?
MC: *looks to your side* Hm, yes. Golds and jewels... But you have to dig it up.
Mammon: *grabs your arm* You help me!
MC: *sighs*
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Levi: That's so cool! So, is there any ghost around us?
MC: Yeah... A girl. Wearing idol costume. She died from a car accident.
Levi: *getting excited* What else can you say about her?
MC: *stares in the air* Well... She is telling me that you are a closet pervert.
Levi: I'm not! Ow! *feels like someone hit his head*
MC: *smirks* She hits you.
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MC: Asmo... No.
Asmo: Come on~ Just ask if they can still do sex with their current forms~
MC: No. Definitely no. They're going to possess you and me so they can do that. So NO.
Asmo: *feels someone touching their butt* Huh?
MC: *face palm* I'm outta here. Enjoy your sexcapade with them.
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Satan: Ghosts aren't real.
MC: *looks to their side* Even if I tell you that there's a ghost cat sitting on top of your bookshelf?
Satan: Where?
MC: *climbs on top of the shelf, swift something into the air and comes back* It's on my hand now.
Satan: You're kidding.
MC: *pets something and moves your hand near his ear* Bite him.
Satan: Ow! What the fuck?!
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Beel: I believe you.
Belphie: I believe you too.
MC: *who's covered in tomato sauce and mustard* You should be since you have used me as a shield against those twin ghost brats.
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Simeon: Don't they want to ascend in heaven?
MC: They have tried but... they said they committed sins when they were still alive so...
Luke: *is crying* Is there someone with us right now?
MC: *nods* A little girl, she's looking at you.
Simeon: *smiles* Yes, I can see her. She wants to go to heaven.
MC: Yes, but she wants to see her mom one last time.
Luke: I will help you!
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Diavolo: I want to see ghosts too.
MC: *sighs* Dia, you're being too loud. No wonder they don't want to come near you.
Barbatos: These ghosts know what to avoid for. *smiles*
Diavolo: *pouts*
Solomon: *feels something scratching his back*
MC: ... Solomon, a ghost dog is bothering you.
Solomon: Whoa! Can I pet him?
MC: Turn around and squat.
Solomon: *do what you told him* I cannot feel anything— *falls back*
Hi, can I request something for our boy John? Where he has a nightmare or something angsty and radios Rook who's like "hang on bby im on my way" and just sneaks into the ranch to comfort him? I don't know, I'm in a soft mood and wanna hug someone... also I love your blog, you're amazing and so is your writing just
Come to Me
wc: ~1,000
sorry these have all been shorter as of late! i’m currently on a five day migraine spree. i have a ko-fi and take commissions!
It wasn’t normal for Rook to sleep soundly through the night with all the explosions and gunfire that shook Hope County to its core. She needed to be able to defend herself at a moment’s notice in case any of the cult members stumble upon her resting spot.
That didn’t stop her from grumbling and slapping the ground around her for her radio as she heard it crackling in her sleep. The first time she heard her name echo against the empty confines of the cabin she had decided to spend the night in, she ignored it. Then she heard her name being called over and over and over.
Finally, her fingers wrapped around her radio and she dragged it to her face, but before she could press the button and start barking into the speaker, she heard the voice again.
“Rook, if you can hear this…I need you.” The deputy’s breath caught in her throat as she felt her heart squeeze. Normally at this time of night, there was a sultry, predatory note to John’s voice, but right now his voice was small and his words were slow.
She was wide awake and already struggling to shimmy out of her sleeping bag as fast as her tired body would move. John was prone to whining and crooning to get what he wanted from the deputy, but this sounded different. He sounded vulnerable.
“I’m here, I’m here. Are you okay? Where are you?” Rook spoke in a soft voice, trying to keep the pitch from spiking too much and alerting him to her worry. Since John and Rook had gotten closer the last few weeks he’d developed a system of how to gauge whether he should worry or not: if Rook was worried, it was going to be a shitstorm.
“I’m at the ranch, I couldn’t sleep. I-are you…are you in the valley? I wanted to give you your space so I didn’t keep too close of an eye on you today.” Rook could imagine John laying in bed with his radio next to his cheek and the blankets pulled up to his chin.
“I wondered why my radio was awfully silent today, but I had figured you were just busy with things,” Rook would pause between sentence fragments as she focused on packing her things up and talking to John at the same time. “I’ll be there soon, okay? Just hold on.”
Once Rook had her belongings stashed in the bed of a Peggie truck she’d found on the side of the road, she sped off towards the Seed Ranch. Considering the speed limit wasn’t being enforced by the local law enforcement (namely herself), it didn’t take her long to get to John.
She had to park her car down the street a ways so that she didn’t alert the cult to her presence. It wasn’t often that Rook could just waltz up to the ranch without being shot at, but those were usually days that she needed John’s comfort. Otherwise, he found it rather impressive that he couldn’t see her coming.
Rook crouched and walked through the tree line as quietly as she could, only having to render two cultists unconscious before reaching the back door of the ranch house.
The lights were off when she closed the back door behind her, but she figured if John wasn’t downstairs and waiting for her then he was still in his room.
She walked with heavy footsteps through the house so that she didn’t alarm John and send him into a frenzy of panic when he had already sounded so upset. Rook was about to knock on his bedroom door when it was flung open and she was pulled into a bone-crushing hug.
His arms were around her shoulders and his hands were in her hair and on the back of her neck. Rook was taken by surprise so she’d had to resist the urge to fight her way out of his grasp, but she focused on John’s heavy breathing and it was easy for her to calm down.
“You’re okay, John. You’re going to be alright.” Her arms came up around his waist as she rubbed circled against the small of his back. His grip was tight but not suffocatingly so. The way his fingertips grasped at the fabric of her shirt was desperate, and when she finally pulled away to look at the youngest Seed, her heart broke.
His eyes were shiny and red, the skin around them freckled with red spots. That familiar pain in his eyes was heavy as he searched Rook’s own gaze for any emotion. She touched his cheekbone with a sad smile, gently brushing away any remnants of his tears.
“C’mon, let’s get back into bed.” She nodded her head towards the sheets thrown haphazardly off the bed, and John nodded quietly. She took his hands in her own before turning and leading him back to bed. They crawled onto the mattress, the foam dipping slightly under their weight, and Rook pulled the sheets over the two of them.
John shifted around until Rook was comfortable in his arms, and while he played with her hair she ran her fingertips up and down his chest to try and soothe him.
“I…I felt so cold before, but now…you feel so warm.” It was the first thing John said since she’d arrived at his home, but it brought a smile to her face nonetheless. He turned on his side and buried his face into the crook of her neck with a deep inhale. She could feel a small smile forming on his face, and Rook felt her heart beat harder in her chest.
“Get some sleep, John. I’ll be here in the morning, I promise.” She whispered softly as she continued to run her fingers up and down his torso, and soon after her suggestion, small snores began to emanate from the person curled against her body.
Meta Knight stumbled into Dedede’s room, exhausted and sore from the day’s grueling training. The king noticed him immediately, dropping his hammer, and scooped him up.
“Mety! Thought ya’d never show,” Dedede exclaimed, hugging his knight close. “I was wonderin’ if ya forgot!”
“I’d never forget something I scheduled, especially with you,” Meta Knight tiredly sighed, lifting his mask and nuzzling into the king.
“Right! I’ll get the Dees to make us some popcorn, an’ then it’s movie time!” Dedede shouted down the hall for a large bucket of popcorn, and once the Waddle Dees nodded their understanding, he sat down on the bed with the blue puff. Having nothing else to do, the king started petting the warrior, who’d already taken off his armor and laid facedown on the bed. Dedede reached for the nerves in between his wings and at that moment, Meta Knight began to purr. The penguin’s eyes widened, and when he stopped rubbing the puff’s back, the purring stopped too.
“H-hey, Mety...” Dedede started, unsure if what he’d just seen was true.
Meta Knight looked up at him. “Yes, Your Majesty?”
“Did ya just... purr?”
“Mety Knighty! I made yer favorite: chocolate parfaits!” Dedede yelled. “Come an’ get ‘em!” Before the penguin could even place them on the table, Meta Knight burst into the kitchen, his wings threatening to throw the door off its hinges. Even though his mask was still on his face, the king could see the wide grin that lay beneath it.
“Nova above, Dedede, you really didn’t have to,” the knight said, his blushing intense enough to see. “Thank you anyways...”
“It was nothin’, really! Jus’ lemme place ‘em on the table before they spill over.” The king placed the parfaits on the table, and Meta Knight climbed on the table and sat down.
Then the knight suddenly threw himself into Dedede and nuzzled him affectionately, a deep purring sound coming from his throat.
“Dedede, it’s freezing out there. Are you sure we need to go out?” Meta Knight asked skeptically.
“O’ course we need to go out!” Dedede exclaimed. “Look, if ya get too cold, I can hug ya or somethin’.”
“I’d rather not be seen like that...”
“Suit yerself, Mety.” The two went out into the snow, and before long, Meta Knight was already pressed against the king’s side, his cape wrapped around him. Dedede didn’t mind, but he stopped when he heard a low humming noise similar to what little he had heard of his knight’s purr.
He looked down and sure enough, the puff was shivering, trying to get warmth from him. The king picked Meta Knight up and hugged him, and after a while, the purring stopped. And while he never said it out loud, Dedede thought his puff’s purring was absolutely adorable.
Meta Knight carefully snuck into Dedede’s room. Kirby had reminded them both to go to the woods with him for a picnic yesterday, but it seemed that the king had forgotten. The knight could see his liege taking a nap on his favorite armchair, peacefully snoring away. Meta Knight shook him, and when that didn’t work, slapped the king with his paw.
“Dedede, wake up. Kirby’s picnic is today, remember?” The puff asked, hoping to get a response. When that didn’t work too, Meta Knight groaned; there was one option left and he hated doing it.
With some hesitation, the knight began purring and nuzzling Dedede’s chest. He began to actually enjoy it, and after a while, he’d completely forgotten why he wanted to wake up the king in the first place.
“Mety! Yer purrin’ again!” Meta Knight snapped out of it and scrambled off his liege’s body. Dedede had a huge grin on his face.
“Yes, well, I... um... I had to wake you up. Let’s go already,” the warrior muttered, walking towards the door. “Kirby’s waiting.”
Dedede hadn’t spoken to him the entire day. It wasn’t like him to feel this clingy or want affection, but Meta Knight couldn’t help it. He was used to having the king take care of him, but all the penguin had done today was boss around the Dees and work in his room. Dedede hadn’t even opened the door when the puff had knocked and called to him. Finally, as the sun was setting, the king came out of his room. Meta Knight trailed him expectantly, hoping Dedede would notice him and cuddle him again. The king didn’t even come close to noticing, and the knight followed his liege all the way to the kitchen. Once inside, Dedede opened a can of soda and began drinking it, leaning on the counter. Almost desperate for attention now, Meta Knight nuzzled the king’s side, purring as loudly as he could. Shocked, Dedede looked down.
“Mety? Sweet Nova, I haven’t done anythin’ with ya the whole day, have I? Goodness, I’m sorry, Mety,” the king exclaimed, putting down the can and hugging the puff tightly.
“It’s fine, Your Majesty... it’s not like I was, um, desperate or anything...” The knight murmured. He never showed it, but he was secretly enjoying how much affection Dedede was giving him.
“Gotta make up for the entire day, right? Let’s go get some ice cream, Mety Knighty!”
“I certainly won’t object... though may I ride on your shoulders?”
