[ extras ] diva warning on the cunttitude scale IJBOLLL no but srs cursing, period, he plays leol (bleughhhh), implied fem reader
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ʚɞ 'busy woman' an ot6 𝒑1𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒚 smau by @cosmicalily ★ view 𝓵𝓲𝓫𝓻𝓪𝓻𝔂 ʚɞ
୨ৎ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: texting piwon 'she's busy rn' ♡ "yeah i'm a busy woman, i wouldn't let you come into my calendar any night." - '𝒃𝒖𝒔𝒚 𝒘𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏' by sabrina carpenter
ʚɞ 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆: me when i find another group to reuse this damn prompt on (please tell me you're not sick of it bc i think it's hysterical)
ʚɞ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: imagine dragons
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"I'm back!" you announced once you step foot into your shared apartment. Completely drenched and cold from the sudden downpour outside, remembering that you totally forgot to check the weather forecast today.
"Fuck, I'm so wet. I'm literally dripping on the floor", you complained as another wave of shiver went down your spine from the cold air touching your skin. You strud your way through the living room after kicking off your shoes and promising yourself to clean it later.
On the other hand, your roomate, Keeho is completely dry and comfortable lounging on the couch with another movie playing on the TV screen.
"That's what she said", he quipped, finding humor in what happens to be the most miserable part of your day, week even.
Annoyed but somehow amused by how fast he came up with his remark, you throw your purse to his direction, successfully hitting him square on the shin, laughing when you heard him groam in pain and yell out "I'll get back to you later!", all while trying to go to your bedroom as fast as possible.
Keeho has been a great friend of yours since sophomore year of college, after he was introduced as a transferee, having quite a lot of similar interests and perspectives in life.
Being an exchange student yourself, you both shared experiences and situations that made you feel immediately at ease with him. So right after you graduated, he suggested the idea of sharing an apartment to lessen both of your financial burdens.
While it helped you in so many ways, it also brought you as much disadvantages. Friends have been saying that you and Keeho looked good together and you'd be lying if you said he haven't thought of him in that way before. Sharing classes with him back then was already too much for your poor heart, what more now that you're living under the same roof.
The attraction has always been there, but you both explicitly agreed to keep things family-friendly since day one, just so it wouldn't ruin the living situation. You've always been a little freaked out by how intensely he looks at you, and you always brushed it off. But now, you noticed him getting a lot more buff and his arms gaining a bit too much muscle for your mind to handle.
The carpet-clad floor is soft beneath your feet you stepped into your bedroom, feeling comfort in the space. You immediately stripped off your cold clothes, putting on nothing but an oversized, cozy shirt. With skin still flushed from the cold rain and hair still damp, you reach out for your hair dryer when a knocking sound cuts through its whirring sound.
"Figured you might need this," Keeho walks further inside your room to hand you a dry, warm towel straight from the dryer. You raise your eyebrows at him.
"Did you put something on it?" you teasingly ask, widening your eyes to him and displaying an exaggerated expresion he could only read as suspicion.
He scoffs loudly and puffs his chest—much to your satisfaction—eyes lingering a minute too long on him.
"I'm just being a good roommate, as usual," but then his eyes land on your form—soft, shivering, and so vulnerable from the harsh weather outside—the playful glint in his eyes immediately vanishing.
Your heart starts beating faster as he steps into your space. Keeho doesn't hand you the towel, instead, he continued closing the proximity between you. Nervous laughters leave your lips as Keeho's musky natural scent fills the air around you. Tilting your chin up, your eyes lock onto his, a sharp inhale getting caught in your throat as you scan his face for a hint of unseriousness, only to be met with none.
"You know, I've been trying to restrain myself around you, doing anything to stop these thoughts..." Keeho starts, eyes trailing down to your face—the glazy eyes looking up at him, the slope of your nose, the soft curve of your lips—then he continues, "...but I don't think I'll be able to control them tonight."
Your mind reels with questions, making you feel overwhelmed with everything and instantly making you lose your focus on what you're supposed to do. The hair dryer is no longer in your grasp as Keeho puts it down on your dresser along with the towel he was supposed to give you, effectively closing the space between you even more.
The space around you suddenly feels a bit too stuffy, Keeho's scent filling your senses. The warmth radiating off his body suddenly becoming too hot even when he's barely grazing yours. His gaze suddenly making you feel shy and small. Restrain himself from what? Thoughts about what?
The man in front of you doesn't let you drown in your thoughts for too long, careful hands raising to touch your face gently. You feel a bit of trembling and you wonder if it's from the effort of holding back or merely from the nervousness in doing the action. This became your answer. He's attracted to me too.
Heaven knows how long you've spent every night trying to convince yourself that you're just touch deprived, and that Keeho being attractive—even more attractive—in your eyes is a result of not having enough encounters with men in a non-platonic way. But now you're here, the man you pushed down your feelings for in so long making a move, and you couldn't be more elated.
Weakness spread through your body the moment his thumb grazes your bottom lip. Keeho's dark orbs locks onto yours once again, seemingly asking for permission. You nod stiffly, still not believing the whole situation. Keeho senses your rigid reaction, eyes softening, and doesn't hesitate to communicate with you.
"Hey, we can always stop if you want to." His soothing voice snaps you out of your little bubble, hands coming down to stroke yours softly, rubbing your knuckles with his thumb.
"No- I mean, I'm just a bit nervous because I didn't thought this day would actually come."
Upon hearing your words, Keeho is the one raising his eyebrows now. "Actually come? So you've been thinking about it? Thinking about me?" He smirks, finding your reaction amusing.
You try to play it cool. You hope he doesn't notice the way your chest heaves up and down, you hope he doesn't notice that your hands are literally shaking in anticipation—a telltale that will surely let him know that you want this as much as he does, maybe even more, because surely he'll tease you about it later.
"As if I don't see you literally gawking at me everyday. It was honestly kinda creepy—"
The rest of the sentence is stolen from your lips as Keeho's mouth crashes with yours. The sudden warmth of his lips contrasts the chilly air of the room, sending a jolt of heat straight to your tummy.
His hands find their way to your hair, brushing away the strands covering your face. Total silence takes over. The sound of the rain outside vanishes, replaced entirely by the thudding of your heart and the demanding, heavy slide of his mouth against yours.
You moan softly at the feeling of his tongue nudging yours, feeling lightheaded just from a bit of kissing. Pulling away to take a breath, you peer at him through your heavy eyelids.
For Keeho, the sight in front of him was something he wouldn't even dare trade for anything else. Your lips were red and swollen, cheeks in the prettiest shade of pink, and your eyes looking so glassy and desperate for more.
Even without saying anything, he can read you like an open book from all the times of staying together. He knows that you want more, both of you knows that you want to take it further. And so you do.
You grab Keeho's collar and smashes your lips against him again, this time filled with even more passion and longing—asserting dominance with the sudden boost of confidence that came to you. He lets you take control, enjoying the taste of your lips and memorizing the way it feels on his.
Your lips part just enough for him to catch the warm hitch of your breath when he slides his warm hand on the bare skin of your waist. Goosebumps erupt on your skin, feeling sensitive and hot because of the foreugn touch.
"You sure you want this, baby?" Keeho's eyes find yours and search for any signs of discomfort and hesitance. You simply beam at him and nod your head—the action giving him the go signal to continue his ministrations.
He pushes you down to your bed and roams his hands all over your pliant body. You close your eyes, senses heightening at the feeling of his warm hands touching you everywhere all at once. A mewl makes its way out of your mouth the moment he grabs your breasts and squeezes then pinching your hard nipples between his fingers.
"You feel so soft, so perfect in my hands." Keeho buries his face in the crook of your neck and inhales, his hair tickling your jawline as his mouth leaves a trail of burning, open-lipped kissing along your pulse point. Your fingers lock tightly onto his shoulders, the fabric of his shirt bunching in your fist as a low groan rumbles against your collarbone, his entire body weight settling over yours like a heavy blanket.
His hands continue to trail down and eventually stops at the hem of your shirt, pulling it up and making you rid of it. The next thing you hear is a loud swear from him, followed by a groan as you feel his hips unvoluntarily buck up against your bare thigh at the sight.
Your soft, smooth skin, all bare for him to see and admire. The perfect shape of your waist, the dip of your hips, and your plush thighs—closed in an attempt to hide your glistening folds to him. Keeho spreads your legs open, sight immediately focusing on your dripping cunt, pulsing and begging for him.
He takes his hand, his long warm fingers gently parting your folds to expose the most sensitive part of you, stopping just a moment to admire the view gracing his eyes.
A sharp, breathless sound breaks from your throat, the sound echoing loudly in the quiet room as his thumb draws a slow, teasing circle on your clit. Yout hips involuntarily stutter upward, seeking more friction from his hands, but Keeho doesn't give in just yet. He chuckles against your bare collarbone, the sensation making you shiver.
"Look at you," he murmurs, his deep voice thick with a dangerous mix of lust and awe. "So eager for your roommate. Where'd all that banter go, hm?"
Tilting your head back into the mattress at the overwhelming feelings crashing down on you—the subtle pleasure, his breath fanning your skin, the words that came out of his mouth—making you even more needy for the man on top of you.
You simply whine out as a response, mind far too foggy to utter a proper sentence. Upon hearing your lack of words, he slaps his hand down your pussy, a squelching sound resonating in the thick air. A loud cry escapes your mouth at the action, thighs immediately closing only to be forced open by both of his hands.
"You gotta use your words, baby. We don't want you getting punished, right?" Keeho's words quickly emit an answer from you, your mouth instantly spewing out half-coherent sentences that your brain is currently only capable of.
"Yes, yes— 'm sorry. Need you so bad, please—" you feel tears pricking your eyes, feel your body shake from anticipation and need, yet you can't do anything but lay useless while Keeho does absolutely nothing to ease you. He smirks at your state, feeling pride that he finally got you where he wanted—under him, all pliant and ready to take anything he's willing to give.
He inserts two fingers in your cunt to cut off your rambling, slowly pushing them in and letting you adjust to the stretch. He uses his other hand to cradle your jaw, thumb rubbing your cheek gently as he mutters out encouraging words to you while establishing a slow, agonizing rhythm with his fingers.
"That's it, baby. I can feel you suck my fingers in, so tight for me." he says as he pumps his finger in faster, picking up the pace when he sees your face contorting in pleasure. You hips buck up to meet his hand, and for some time, he lets you. Waves of pleasure fill your veins and you feel hot all over—so sensitive between your legs that you know you're not gonna last for long.
Keeho lets you chase your high, fingers still keeping its quick pace as he relishes your reactions to his touch. Not until he notices your body twitching and your chest heaving a bit more quickly than earlier, taking out his fingers and settling it flat on your stomach.
You whine and beg him to continue, hovering right on the very edge of sweet release. Keeho leans down, a teasing smirk pulling at his lips as he whispers, "Tell me you don't care about the rules anymore," he demands softly, "Tell me you want me to take everything."
"F-fuck the rules," you cry out, completely breaking under his gaze as you fist your hands into his hair, pulling him down into a bruising, breathless kiss. "I want you, Keeho. Please, I want you."
The admission is barely off your tongue before his control completely snaps.
Keeho doesn't waste another second. He withdraws his fingers from your body only to shift his weight, his hands locking onto your hips with a bruising grip that pins you firmly to the mattress. In one swift, heavy thrust, he drives his length entirely inside you, burying himself to the hilt.
The sudden fullness forces a loud, shattered scream from your lips, your eyes widening in pure ecstasy as he fills you completely. The friction is immediate and white-hot. He doesn't give you time to adjust, locking his ankles with yours and launching into a frantic, demanding pace that turns the entire room into a blur of heat and sound.
Every thrust is deep, relentless, and filled with the built-up longing of the past twelve months. The headboard of your bed thuds rhythmically against the wall, completely drowning out the storm outside. You can only cling to his broad shoulders, your weak knees shaking as he drives you higher and higher, his chest heaving against yours, skin sliding against skin in a heavy, desperate rhythm.
"You're mine," Keeho growls, his filter completely gone as he buries his face in your neck, biting softly at your pulse point to anchor himself as his pace turns chaotic, fast, and unyielding. "You've always been mine."
The overwhelming pleasure peaks rapidly, radiating outward until your entire body goes taut. With a final, deep thrust from Keeho, your walls clamp down tight around him, and you completely unravel, a loud, breathless cry tearing from your throat as a shattering climax washes over you in violent waves. The sheer friction of your release pulls Keeho right over the edge with you—his head drops back, a low, guttural groan ripping from his chest as he spills himself deep inside you, his body shuddering violently as he holds you as close as physically possible.
The frantic beating of your hearts slowly replaces the silence of the bedroom, your heavy breathing gradually slowing down as the intense haze begins to clear.
Keeho doesn't move away. He stays settled heavily between your thighs, shifting just enough to rest his forearms on either side of your head so he doesn't crush you. His hair is completely messy, his chest still heaving, but the intense, lustful gaze from earlier has softened into something incredibly tender.
Slowly, he leans down, planting a soft, lingering kiss on your forehead, then your nose, and finally your swollen lips.
"Well," he murmurs, a breathless, familiar smirk slowly returning to his face as he tucks a damp strand of hair behind your ear. "Rent negotiations are going to be a lot more interesting starting tomorrow."
You let out a weak, tired laugh, your arms looping loosely around his neck to pull him down against your chest. "Shut up and hold me."
"As you wish, roommate," he whispers, wrapping his large arms securely around your waist and pulling the cozy blanket over both of your tangled bodies, finally letting the quiet safety of the room take over.
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SUMMARY: After accepting that your long distance idol boyfriend probably won’t make it to your graduation, you’re shocked to see such a familiar face after the ceremony!
WC: 2.4k
DISCLAIMERS: angst / fluff !!!!! this is explicitly for my best friend in the entire world. my eni. u da goat ok???? themes of long distance relationship!!!! andddd private bc he idol ok? ok.
You had spent your entire morning pretending it didn't bother you. Every time one of your friends asked if your boyfriend was coming, you just smiled and shrugged like it wasn't a big deal — even though your stomach twisted every single time with a sharp, nauseating pull that made you want to excuse yourself and hide somewhere quiet.
Dating Kim Jongseob meant learning how to swallow disappointment gracefully, smile through the ache, and to love someone whose life would never quite have room for you the way you needed.
Schedules changed constantly, last minute practices appeared out of nowhere. Sometimes all you got at the end of the day was a sleepy five-minute phone call before he passed out mid-sentence, his breathing evening out while you whispered "I love you" to silence.
But despite it all, you still knew how much he loved you — and how much he wanted to be there.
God, you knew and that made it hurt so much worse.
He'd been talking about your graduation for months, voice bright with excitement every time he brought it up because he was proud of how you’ve made it this far and fought all the many battles that had set you back.
He wanted pictures of you in your cap and gown. He wanted to buy you flowers, and sit through the painfully long ceremony just to hear your name called for five seconds, and be the one cheering the loudest when you walked across that stage.
But three nights ago, he'd called sounding exhausted and guilty all at once, and you'd known before he even said it.
"I don't think I can make it." His voice cracked slightly on the last word.
And even though your chest burned and disappointment crashed through you so violently you had to press your palm against your sternum to breathe — you still told him it was okay immediately.
Of course it was okay... you loved him too much to make him feel worse about something he couldn't control and you loved him enough to break your own heart quietly so his wouldn't hurt more than it already did.
"It's okay, my love. Really. I understand."
"I'm so sorry—"
"Don't apologize. You can't help it."
But you'd cried after hanging up — so hard that your roommate knocked on your door asking if you were alright… and then it all piled at once. You cried for him and you cried for yourself. You cried because you were so tired of understanding and you cried from the exhaustion of being the supportive girlfriend who never complained.
And you felt guilty for even feeling that way.
He worked so hard and had sacrificed so much.. so who were you to demand his presence when his dreams required everything from him?
So now, sitting in the sea of graduates while the ceremony dragged on endlessly beneath the hot afternoon sun, you tried focusing on literally anything else, like the speeches that blurred together into meaningless noise, or the friends around you that had been fanning themselves with their programs, and even the several cords and sashes that sat around your neck, playing with them between your fingers.
You tried not to look at the audience of families, friends and loved ones, but naturally, your eyes searched for him everywhere you went, even when you knew he wouldn't be there.
Even when you'd accepted his absence, your heart still looked for him like a compass pointing north.
The sun beat down mercilessly, and your gown stuck to your skin underneath, but you barely noticed at this point. You were too busy trying not to think about how this was supposed to be your day, but it felt pointless without the person who supported you through it all.
When your name was finally called, applause echoed around you as you walked across the stage with a practiced smile, accepting your diploma while cameras flashed from the crowd. The moment should have felt triumphant. But instead, it felt hollow.
You spotted your family immediately high up in the crowd, their proud faces beaming — your close friends beside them too, screaming your name enthusiastically.
But still no Jongseob.
For a second, disappointment hit harder than you expected. It was a physical blow that made your smile falter, and your eyes sting with tears you absolutely could not shed in front of hundreds of people.
But it was not enough to ruin the day. Never that.. but your smile still trembled once you stepped offstage, causing you to take three deep breaths before rejoining the fellow graduates in your row..
In that moment you wondered, just for a second, if loving him was worth feeling this alone.
After the ceremony ended, the stadium exploded into cheers, music, and applause. Families flooded the lawn with bouquets and balloons while graduates hugged each other as cameras clicked nonstop..
The air smelled like crushed grass and perfume and the faint sweetness of flowers. Everyone was celebrating loudly around you, but you still felt strangely distant from it all — like you were watching your own life through frosted glass.
And just when you were in the middle of taking pictures with your friends, forcing your smile wider.. you heard your name.
And it had come from a voice you'd recognize anywhere. A voice that lived in your chest, heard in dreams, and memorized in every tone and inflection.
Your head snapped around so fast it made your heart stutter so violently against your ribs.
But there he was — standing awkwardly near the edge of the crowd in a cream hoodie and a baseball cap pulled low over his eyes, holding the most ridiculously oversized bouquet you'd ever seen in your life.
White tulips, baby's breath, and pale pink roses, your favorites, you realized with a sharp intake of breath, far too many flowers for him to realistically carry properly.
For a moment you genuinely thought you imagined him the way your vision blurred and knees went weak. It was like the whole world twisted sideways.
Jongseob’s eyes found yours instantly, and the second they did, every ounce of tension left his shoulders — as if finding you was the only thing grounding him there. You couldn't move, breathe, or do anything except stare at him like he'd magically appeared from your desperate wishes.
"I'm late," He said breathlessly when you finally reached him — your legs had forgot how to work for a moment, but they carried you to him so fast you nearly tripped over your gown.
"You came…” Was all you managed back, your voice embarrassingly small.
Something in his expression softened immediately or.. crumbled, really. He'd been holding himself together by sheer force of will and your words had undone him completely.
"Of course I came." His voice cracked. "Did you really think I wouldn't?"
And suddenly you were crying.
Tears welled up before you could stop them, hot and fast and overwhelming, because he was here. Somehow through all the schedules and managers and flights and exhaustion and every obstacle that should have kept him away, he was standing in front of you at your graduation exactly like he promised and wanted to be.
He panicked instantly the moment he saw your face crumple. "No, no, don't cry — baby, please—"
He gripped the bouquet into one arm clumsily and pulled you against him so quickly you almost laughed through your tears. His arm wrapped around your waist tightly, desperately, like he was afraid you'd disappear if he didn't hold on hard enough.
His chin pressed softly on the top of your head over your graduation cap, and you felt him exhale shakily against you — a sound of pure relief. He smelled like airport coffee and his familiar cologne that made you cry harder.
"Shhh… it’s okay." He mumbled softly, and you could hear the smile in his voice now, affectionate and teasing. "Are you upset..?"
"God, no," You sniffled against his hoodie, fingers clutching the fabric at his back. "I just — I really missed you. So much. Every day."
That completely melted him.
You felt it happen physically with the way his grip tightened around you until you could barely breathe, the quiet exhale against you that sounded almost like a sob, and the tiny kiss he pressed near your temple before remembering where you were.
His hand came up to cradle the back of your head, thumb stroking gently through your nicely styled hair tucked beneath the cap.
"I missed you too," He whispered, voice thick. "Every second. I'm so sorry I made you think I wouldn't come."
"How come you said you couldn't—"
"I lied." He pulled back just enough to look at you fully, his eyes were glassy with unshed tears. "I wanted to surprise you. I took the earliest flight. I've been awake for thirty-six hours. I was going to crawl here if I had to."
Before you said anything else, you noticed hard states and cameras from people you didn’t quite recognize. This sweet moment had convinced you so hard that for a moment this was private but.. no.
This was very public.
You let out a small smile before the two of you pulled apart at the exact same moment, suddenly aware of the attention he’s gathered.
Some were whispering already, hands covering their mouths in shock. A few students nearby had their phones out, eyes wide with recognition, fingers trembling as they tried to discreetly record. One girl looked seconds away from losing her mind entirely, gripping her friend's arm so hard her knuckles were white.
Usually, that would've been enough for Jongseob to take a couple steps back immediately. Your relationship had survived this long because you were careful since the two of you had built your love in the shadows because the light would destroy it.
But today, he looked at you like none of that mattered.
Because you were the only thing that mattered and lord, he would’ve gone crazy if he had to continue hiding the best thing in his life.
"You look really pretty," He mumbled quietly, eyes scanning over your graduation gown and cap with as much admiration. He looked so in awe, gazing at you with a love that was so overwhelming it couldn't be contained. “Sorry I was late.. I kinda missed most of your ceremony.”
You laughed weakly, wiping at your cheeks with shaking hands. "You brought enough flowers to make up for it."
"Yeah — I thought bigger would help."
"It did a little." You touched one of the tulip petals gently, and it was silk-soft against your fingertips. "They're perfect. You remembered my favorites."
"Of course I did.” He smiled. “I remember everything about you." He grinned, sweet, crooked, and so unbearably cute that your heart hurt.
He was going to be the death of you — seriously.
And maybe it was the emotions from the day finally catching up to you, or maybe it was because he looked so openly in love with you despite the crowd watching, but before you could overthink it, you reached up and fixed the chain sitting crooked beneath his hoodie collar.
Such a tiny gesture but so familiar as it was something you'd done a hundred times in private,m like in his bedroom or just in any of the quiet moments when it was the two of you and the rest of the world didn't exist.
But the look on his face afterward made your breath catch.
His eyes went soft and vulnerable, lips parting slightly like you'd done something profound instead of simply straightening his necklace. His hand came up to catch yours, pressing your palm flat against his chest where his heart was racing.
"Can I kiss you?" He asked suddenly, voice quieter now, almost nervous. God he was nervous??? He’s kissed you millions of times before yet you still had this affect.
Your eyes widened immediately. "Here?"
"I don't really care right now." His thumb stroked across your knuckles. "You're the most important person in my life, and I need to show you what that means to me."
You glanced around nervously, hearing the whispers growing louder by the second, seeing more phones appear.
"Seob… what if—"
"I don't care." His voice was firm now, certain. "I want everyone to know you're mine and how proud I am."
Your heart was going to explode. "Are you sure you’re thinking clearly—"
"I've never been more sure of anything." He stepped closer, his free hand coming up to cup your cheeks, warm and gentle and steady. "I'm proud of you. I'm so proud I could burst. And I want to kiss my girlfriend right now. Please."
Honestly? You couldn't say no to him even if you tried.
So without another word, you let him lean down carefully, one hand warm against your cheek while the other held the absurd bouquet. He kissed you sweetly right there in the middle of the field.
His lips were gentle against yours, tasting like mint chapstick and desperation and home. It was chaste yet devastating — a promise, a claim, and an apology all at once. The kind of kiss that screamed, “I’m here, I love you, and I'm never letting go.”
When he pulled back, he stayed close, nose brushing yours and breathing you in like oxygen. Your family had laughed brightly, your friends cheering you on knowing how important his presence was to you.
Beyond your close circle of special people though, there was definitely a bigger crowd watching. Somebody gasping while you could hear squeals in the distance.
But Jongseob only rested his forehead against yours afterward, smiling so brightly you thought your chest might burst, eyes crinkling with sweet joy and relief.
"Hi," He whispered, just for you.
"Hi," you whispered back, laughing through fresh tears.
"Congratulations, baby. You did it."
"We did it." You touched his face gently, thumb brushing his cheekbone. "You helped me through so much from miles away. I couldn’t do this without you.”
"That’s what I’m here for.” He promised. "I’m yours. Always."
By the time photos hit social media that night, neither of you bothered hiding anymore.
Especially when every picture captured the same thing so clearly anyway: The way he looked at you like making it there was the most important milestone this year and the way you looked at him like he'd hung every star in the sky just for you.
💌 mika’s message! HAPPY GRAADDDD SEASSONNNN!!! everybody congratulate eni now. i’m proud of my girl ok? airing out her business lowk but idgaf. HEHEHEHEHE been a min since i wrote straight up fluff too. i’m ngl ive had this in the works since monday, i just got to work deadass during my shift in the fitting room so :P derp idk. ok bye ily.
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Summary: Shota is unboxing a pack of Pokemon cards and seeing him so excited just does something to you...
Pairing: Soul x reader
Genre: Fluff, suggestive
Word count: 400+
Authors notes: Finally the soulification of my blog...
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“Wait—wait, look at this one!"
Shota's eyes are bright, completely absorbed in the pack of cards in his hand. He moves closer to you on his knees to hold it up and show you like it’s the most important thing in the world. “It's one of the rare ones. Only 7% of—”
You’re not even looking at the card, barely even listening too.
Because you're too busy looking at him.
At the way his eyes go wide, the way his words tumble over each other, the way his whole face lights up when he talks about something he loves. It does something to you. Something warm and overwhelming and a little bit unbearable.
“—my collection is final-lmph—”
You don’t let him finish.
Your hand catches the front of his shirt to tug him forward and before he can even process it, your lips are smushed against his.
It’s sudden, a little clumsy, but he melts into it almost instantly. There’s a little surprised sound against your lips that you swallow before he relaxes, the card in his hand slipping as his grip loosens and it falls somewhere onto the bed, forgotten.
You press closer, guiding him back without breaking the kiss. He goes down easily, still catching up and trying to figure out what was happening.
His back hits the mattress, and you follow, settling over him, caging his waist between your knees.
When you finally pull back he's just... staring at you, a little dazed and flustered.
“Sorry,” you murmur, breath uneven as you bursh your thumb across his cheek. “I just—” You huff out a soft laugh, shaking your head. “You looked so cute and excited. I couldn’t help it. It made me want to… I don’t know. Devour you.”
His lips part slightly, trying to find words, but nothing came out.
You don’t give him the chance anyway.
You lean in again, slower this time.
Your tongue darts out to meet his. He's more conscious now and he rolls it over yours as his hands finally move to slide around your back and pull you closer against him.
Your lips move away to trail kisses from his mouth, down the corner of his jaw.
His breath catches when your hips roll against his and when your teeth graze that perfectly sensitive spot just below his ear, the small, shaky whimper he lets out makes you smile against his skin.
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