#watermelonsugar

[weakheronicki]

Hii!!☆ Requesting (again) as promised ;)

I LOVED your Crystal Shields fic from my first request, it was so good and you did it so quickly!! I'm bewildered and amazed and sooo happy!! (≧ᗜ≦) thank you again for it!!

Now I wondered maybe could you write a fluffy fic with Ha Yi Chan this time (i'm obsessed with Choi Hyunwook could you tell??), maybe something where reader is the lead singer in a famous band with a really cheerful and funny personality and he's kinda a fan until they become friends then lovers please??? I would love to read that, there's so little fics about my baby :((

I hope you're doing okay and having a great time, sorry for spamming your inbox like this (╥﹏╥) please don't feel forced or overwhelmed by this request and take your time writing it—if you wish to do so!! <3

Love you and your writing as always♡♡☆

Hello again! It's so nice to hear from you again! (≧◡≦) ♡ Don't worry about your inbox at all; I love receiving your ideas because they're always so sweet and full of energy. I'm so happy to hear you liked the Crystal Shields fic! Yi Chan is such a brilliant character that it's impossible not to want to write about him! Choi Hyun-wook has incredible charisma, so I totally understand your obsession. I'm the same way, but with Lee Jun-young. ☆*: .｡. o(≧▽≦)o .｡.:*☆

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⤷ Contains : [Name] arrives at Seowon High School and captivates everyone with her voice. Ha Yi-chan, the chaotic leader of Watermelon Sugar, is charmed by her talent, beginning a relationship.

⤷ Pairing: :  Ha Yi Chan x user

 ⤷ Word count: Approx. 680 words / 3,900 characters.

At Seowon High School, everyone knew who "Watermelon Sugar" was. Not only because they made a tremendous amount of noise in the rehearsal room, but also because their leader, Ha Yi-chan, made sure no one ignored them. However, that year, the rumor in the hallways wasn't about them, but about the "new girl."

You had arrived just a few months prior. You were known for your infectious laughter that could be heard from the end of the hall and for that sparkling personality that made even the teachers smile reluctantly. Although you had greeted Yi-chan and her band a couple of times in the cafeteria with a cheerful "Hey, guys!", nothing had ever gone beyond that.

Until the day of the school recital.

"Watermelon Sugar" was backstage, getting ready. Eun Gyeol was adjusting the strings on his bass, Si-kook was practicing with his drumsticks on any flat surface, and Ma-joo, like a good manager, was trying to keep Hyun-yool from getting into fights.

"Quiet, everyone!" Ma-joo whispered, peeking out from behind the curtain. "It's the new girl's turn."

Yi-chan, who was trying to comb her hair for the tenth time, approached curiously.

"You came on stage with an electric guitar that looked way too big for you, but as soon as you started playing, the whole auditorium changed. You weren't just 'the new girl'; you were a force of nature. Your voice was sweet yet powerful, full of nuances, and your charisma filled every corner. You jumped, smiled at the audience, and savored every note."

Yi-chan se quedó paralizado. Sus ojos, normalmente llenos de travesuras, se abrieron de par en par. Ma-joo tuvo que cerrarle la boca.

" "That voice…" Yi-chan murmured, his heart pounding in time with your drumming. "It's… it's like the sun decided to start singing."

The encounter (and the escape)

Al terminar el concierto, estabas recogiendo tus cosas cerca de la salida trasera, aún con la adrenalina a flor de piel. De repente, una figura apareció frente a ti, tropezando con el cable de un amplificador.

It was Ha Yi-chan. He was as red as a tomato and breathing like he'd just run a marathon. Behind a column, you could see Eun Gyeol and Ma-joo cheering him on (and teasing him a little).

"You! Singer! Newbie!" Yi-chan shouted, a little too loudly. Then he lowered his voice, embarrassed. "I mean… hi, [Your Name]. You were… acceptable. Very acceptable. Incredibly acceptable."

You laughed, closing your pencil case. "Thanks, Yi-chan." You guys were great too.

He held out a trembling hand. In it was a crumpled and poorly folded piece of paper torn from a notebook. “Here! It’s my number! I mean, the band’s number. For business! Collaborations! Or if you want ice cream!”

The moment your eyes met his and you gave him one of your sweetest smiles, Yi-chan’s brain seemed to short-circuit. “I’m off! I have to… tune a watermelon!” he exclaimed nonsensically, and took off at top speed, nearly bumping into Eun Gyeol in the process.

The secret

You looked at the crumpled paper with a smile. What Yi-chan didn’t know was that you were already a fan of “Watermelon Sugar.” You had your own band at your old school and had secretly watched them rehearse several times, admiring their passion.

That night, you texted him:

"So, business? I've got a song that's missing some funny lyrics. Do you think the singer from Watermelon Sugar could help me out?"

Accomplices

. From then on, the rehearsal room became your favorite place. Yi-chan went from terrorizing you to being your constant shadow. You discovered that their musical styles meshed perfectly: your technique and finesse balanced their rock 'n' roll chaos.

One day, sitting on the floor of the room, surrounded by scraps of paper and food scraps, Yi-chan set his guitar aside.

"Hey, [Your Name]! That's enough!" Yi-chan suddenly exclaimed, jumping up from the floor as if he'd gotten a cramp.

You looked at him, confused, the melody half-hummed. "What's wrong? Did I do something wrong?"

"Yes!" "You're being too… you!" he pointed with a trembling finger, his ears turning bright crimson. "It's impossible to concentrate on the lyrics when you're sitting there with those eyes that sparkle brighter than a neon sign! My heart is racing, which is irrelevant right now."

You were silent for a second, then let out a clean, sweet laugh, the kind he loved. "Are you scolding me for liking you, Ha Yi-chan?"

He was speechless, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water, completely disarmed by your frankness. "It's not scolding! It's… it's a warning. If you keep smiling like that, I'm going to have to officially declare you the "Supreme Muse of Watermelons," and I won't let you leave this room until we've written ten albums. Or a hundred!"

You stood up and walked toward him, amused by his panic.

Standing in front of him, you straightened his shirt collar." "I accept. But only if you promise not to run away every time I look at you."

Yi-chan swallowed, trying to regain his "cool guy" demeanor, though his hands were still trembling slightly. "I… I don't run. I'm just… preparing in case I have to make an emergency exit," he murmured, before giving you one of those huge, genuine smiles of his that confirmed you'd chosen the right band (and the right guy). "Get ready, [Your Name], because we're going to be the coolest, most brilliant duo in the history of music. I swear on my guitar!"

[itsolivewren]

Yes, the queer BBQ was exactly as fun as it looked Concept and creative direction: @handmadesexy (they/them) 📷: @boysenberry Kiara (they/them) Other Model: @sof_hunny Sofia (they/she)

[thedeluluverse]

Author’s Note: Got this idea a few months back one day when I heard “Watermelon Sugar” by Harry Styles after seeing the Run BTS clip of Tae stealing bites of watermelon and my brain made this monstrosity. Hope y’all like it!!!

Summary: It’s early August and your boyfriend Tae takes you on a spontaneous picnic date to enjoy the last batch of fresh fruit. Pretty innocent, right?

Pairing:  Taehyung x oc!Nari.

Rating: 18+

Genre: smut, fluff, established relationship, oneshot, songfic, drabble

Word Count: 1,717

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI  very explicit content, penetrative sex, oral sex (both receiving), fingering (f. receiving), breast play, dirty talk, unprotected sex, and breeding kink (don’t be dumb irl guys), slight edging, slight mention of biting, pet names, squirting, clit play, neck kissing, some hair pulling.

As summer crawls to an end, an unexpectedly lovely August day rears its beautiful face. Not to the extent of one needing a jacket, just a blissful breeze along with the tempered rays of the sun making you enjoy being outside for the first time since early March. Taehyung, your boyfriend of 8 months, had just come in from walking Yeontan with a huge grin and a “BABE! Get ready, we are going on a picnic. I’ll go pack!”.

Swiveling your head to watch as he walks toward the kitchen with a confused expression. As you look up from your laptop, you say, "Um honey…you do realize what month it is, right? Have you officially lost it?". He waddles over happily to kiss you on the forehead as you arise from the couch and explains, "Funny jagiya, but no. At least, I don't think so…. Anyway!”

“Suddenly, It felt fantastic outside, and I heard a song on the radio. It made me want a picnic because it talked about fruits.". You giggle and raise an eyebrow, “Alright then, I’ll go get changed!” you shout as you run towards your closet with Yeontan following closely behind.

After efficiently loading up the back of his SUV with snacks, drinks, and blankets, he walks to the passenger side and opens your door for you with one hand; with the other, he gently holds your hand and gives it a gentle kiss as you get settled in your seat.

          It only takes about 10 minutes to reach your destination, a favorite park of yours due to the vast array of flowers that can be found there, even in the early winter months! Much to your chagrin, Tae insists you just "stand there and look pretty," holding the basket as he sets up the portable umbrella (skin damage is no joke) and blanket. It doesn't take long, and soon enough, you are both enjoying tall glasses of his famous strawberry juice along with various finger foods.

          About 30 minutes later, you are lying side by side, cloud-watching, when he looks at you. Just looks at you. Doesn't say anything for the longest time, but he still startles you once you turn his way to tell him about the dragonfly that just passed.

After you catch your breath, you ask, "Well, I had a question, but now I have two. One, what was the song that was playing earlier that hyped you up extra to do this picnic?”.

          He chuckles and replies, "Nari, why such a delay? It's been like 2 hours since I brought that up." "It just re-crossed my mind. Is that okay with you?" you say poutily. "Now, now pretty, no need to pout. I'm only teasing."

He answers as he drags his thumb across your bottom lip, then trails down to your supple breasts, almost spilling out of your dress; simultaneously, his lips are ghosting across your collarbone and neck, slightly nipping at your skin. Your eyes widen in shock as your cheeks flush, “Taehyung! What if somebody passed by?!”.

           Smirking, he only whispers in your ear, "They didn't, though, did they? Plus, it's not like the thrill is unenjoyable for you.". Biting your lip, turned on by the fact that he was right, you go back to the original subject, "So….what.was.the.mothafuckin.song?”

Looking amused at your flustered state, he sits up on his elbow, and states, “Well, since you’re sooooo persistent….it was ‘Watermelon Sugar’ by Harry Styles.”

You go from turned on to confused in .2 seconds, "And that made you want a picnic? How???". He looks at you so matter of fact as if you just asked him what color the sky is and says, "Have you heard it before? He says 2 of my favorites, watermelon AND berries!!! So that plus the weather equals picnic with my love.”.

Sitting up, you lean towards him and cup his face while stifling a laugh saying, "You know they aren't talking about fruit, right?". He looks stunned, as if he just discovered that the Tooth Fairy isn't real, and says, "Wh-what do you mean, baby?".

You cackle, fall back onto your ass, and practically shout, "How do you, of all people, not know??? He's literally talking about eating pussy, you sexy fluff for brains that I love.". He just stares at the ground in shock for a whole 5 minutes.

You get closer and wave a hand in front of his face, then he emerges from his trance. Immediately, your freshly washed, soft ponytail is wrapped around his hand, pulling you within an eyelash's length away from his lips.  

The corner of his mouth twitches, then he says, "Well, in that case, Princess…" You are pulled onto his lap in the same nanosecond for a passionate session of groping, kissing, and grinding against each other.

This only lasts until he can feel your dampness seeping from your thong to his dress slacks. At this point, he slaps you on the ass, then says, "Guess it's time to honor the song, my needy angel." and proceeds to gently lay you down on the blanket.

Lust glazes over your vision as you weakly protest, "T-Tae…we're in public. We can't…fu-" Your worries are cut short by his fingers grazing your thighs, slowly pushing your skirt up, making you lose focus. "The thing is…I rented out the park on the way home so we can do whatever we want. Wherever we want. How's that for fluff for brains?". Growing wetter by him planning to this extent, you feel your inhibitions melt away under the setting sun.

As if he can sense your libido intensify, he teases your pulsing lips through the thin fabric, barely brushing his fingertips along your slit. "Eager for me to devour you? My sexy watermelon.". You prop yourself up on your elbows, eyebrow cocked. "Wait, what did you just call me?”.

His cheeks turn rosy, regretting his wording already, but he just leans into it and crawls up to you and says, "You heard me, you fucking brat." Then proceeds to flick his tongue along your nipples, edging you for a moment before lightly slapping your clit and saying, "Alright, get ready, baby girl, I'm thirsty.".

Wasting no time, he fucks you with his deft tongue, ensuring not to waste a drop. Licking stripes up and down your velvety folds, his moans at how good you taste vibrating into your clit, bringing you to your climax.

Sensing you can handle much…much more, he proceeds to lightly bite down on your sensitive bud while inserting 3 fingers into you, causing you to arch your back. Wanting to see how much you can handle, he goes in for the kill and starts sucking and biting on your heaving chest.

Next, a first in your sexual history; within the next millisecond, you are squirting uncontrollably past the blanket onto the fields beyond them. You instantly start stuttering out of shock and embarrassment, but not for long as Tae extends his finger into your mouth, saying, "Sshh jagiya, I feel like I just won the jackpot. It was sexy, and I hope I can make you do that much more, in our lifetime.".

Grinning like an idiot, you just giggle and blush as he sits up, wiping your arousal off his lips as he tastes you off his fingers. "You alright to go home now? It's getting dark out," he asks.

Slowly sitting up, you move closer to him and lightly push on his chest, making him fall, causing his legs to extend and prop himself up by his palms.

Smirking at the uncertainty on his face, you fluidly undo his belt and gesture to his strained cock. "Thought I'd help you out with this first, yanno since Sir took suuuch good care of me.".

His breathing hastens along with a "Nari, you really don't have to do anything, I swear. I enjoy making you feel good, no strings, okay?". Nodding, you unzip his pants and palm his throbbing member, "I know. I need to taste you now, though."

Wasting no time, you tease the tip, already leaking precum, with your tongue, making him grunt and curse under his breath, already struggling.

Keeping eye contact, you wrap your skilled lips over his cock and take the entirety of it into your mouth with ease. "Aish Nari, fuck…". You grin as you continue to bob your head up and down his shaft in perfect rhythm to make him writhe.

Before you know what's happening, you feel his veiny hand grip the back of your head, making you release his cock with a pop. "Jagiya, I need to fill you." Your eyes widen; you had always wanted him to breed you but had never voiced it, worried it was too early in the relationship.

Stammering, you say, "Wait…you're into that? I mean, no judgment because, honestly, same…" He darkly growled, "Perfect." then promptly rammed his entire length into you, momentarily causing you to lose your breath. As he thrusts the right pace to make you cum 3 more times, you can tell he is close to his own release.

He groans out, "Baby, fuck, I need to cum…are you sure it's okay to fill you up?" you breathily moan out an "Of course, Daddy" in response; no sooner had the words left your lips had he filled you to the brim with his warm seed, flooding your sensitive cunt and the sensation making you cum yet again.

As you both attempt to regain your breath, he cleans you up with the supplies he packed "just in case." Afterward, he put the blanket and empty basket in the backseat as you lay in the car's hatch. Almost magnetically, after cleaning up, he attached himself to your back in a warm embrace.

Tilting your head towards him, you ask, "Didn't you want to get home, love?" to which he replies, "We will, but I just want to hold you for a while…if that's okay.".

A contented sigh as your answer was all he needed to nuzzle further into your neck. You two drift off into a 20-minute post-climax blissful snooze before going home to a warm bath and the best sleep either of you had in months, along with Yeontan cutely snoring at the foot of your bed.

[mouthfulloftoothpasterry]

Blind!Harryween

Summary: Harry, Y/n, and Finnley celebrate Halloween 

warnings: none

“No!” Finnley cries, pushing his turtle costume away while Y/n holds it up. “Baby, trick or treating is in two hours. Why don’t you wanna wear it anymore?” Finnley let’s out a loud sob, “no turtle” he screams, throwing the costume. 

Y/n sighs and looks up at her husband, “let’s just go get him a new costume.” Harry pouts, disappointed. “But then we can’t be a group costume.” 

“Then we will have to find some other ones.” Harry signs, agreeing with his wife. 

They end up taking Finnley to a Halloween store not too far from their home, letting Finnley wander around and pick the costume he wanted to wear. “This is our bad, we shouldn’t have picked his costume so early.” Harry shakes his head, his arm wrapped around her while he taps his walking stick against the floor. “No, don’t say that. We are still learning everything.” 

Y/n shrugs, he’s right. 

“Doggy?” Finnley asks, grabbing a hold of a plastic packaged costume of Toto from the wizard of oz. “You wanna be Toto, Finny?” Y/n asks, making him nod. “Doggy.” 

“Okay, you can be Toto, baby.” Harry says, patting his head. “Then we need costumes.” Y/n says, looking at the other costumes there were. “We should probably go to the adult section for that.” Hary jokes, making his pregnant wife grumble, slapping his arm softly- but not enough to actually hurt him or make him stumble. 

They make their way over to the adult costumes, finding the costumes that go with Finnleys. “Oh, I wanna be Glinda.” Y/n smiles, grabbing the costume and looking at the pretty dress. Harry tries to think back to the cast, picking his mind over his costume. “Well I wanna be Dorthy” Harry smiles widely, giggling. 

**

“I can barely fit my belly in this dress.” Y/n grumbles, pulling the cinched but just below the breast up so her plump belly has room to breathe. ”You look beautiful, my love.” Harry whispers, coming out of the bathroom where he was getting ready. 

Y/n’s eyes widened, “Harry you look adorable!” She squeals, grabbing his hand and spinning him around. “Really?! I don’t look silly?” 

“No, you look so pretty. Let me do your makeup.” She smiles, sitting him on the bed while Finnley squirms in his lap. “Okay, I’m gonna do mascara. I’ll be careful.” She whispers, swiping the mascara in his pretty eyelashes before cutting a false lash in half and flying it to the outside corners of each eye. She dusts some red blush in his cheeks and gives him a light pink gloss before she decides she’s done. 

“You look amazing.” She smiles, letting him open his eyes. 

“Thank you. You look beautiful.” He says, reaching out a hand so she can take it, helping him up. 

**

All night Harry was fumbling with his outfit and makeup. He was enjoying hearing Finnley knock on all the doors and ask “candy?” And babble about how he was a dog- but his outfit was getting uncomfortable. 

“Stay close, Fin.” Y/n says, holding his hand so he doesn’t run off. 

“I can’t wait to get this dress off.” Harry pulls at his red tights again, the tight material squeezing his thick thighs. Y/n let’s out a giggle and smooths out the back of his skirt, glancing him up and down. “I can’t wait either.” She smiles. Harry's head snapping toward her, his eyes wide with a knowing look on his face. 

“You-what- I-“ 

“Fin, go up to that house baby.” She interrupts him, letting a smirk play on her face. He’s in for a treat of his own once he’s home. 

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