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The Boyz Headcanon | How He Treats his S.O { Lee Juyeon }
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⥠pairings ; Lee Juyeon x gender neutral reader
⥠genre ; fluffy-fluff
⥠word count ; 0.6k+
â A/N : I had a lot of fun with this, mainly because Juyeon is my bias.
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âą so we all know that Juyeon is a sweetheart
âą his love is so ooey gooey lovey dovey
âą the man is so sweet that he practically has sugar coursing through his veins
âą Juyeon is the type of boyfriend that will do anything for the person he loves
âą he'll go to any lengths if it'll make you happy
âą Juyeon is always spoiling you
âą this man would give you the whole world if he could
âą hell, he'd give you the whole damn universe
âą however, I feel like Juyeon's love language is quality time and physical touch
âą Juyeon isn't the best with his words, he doesn't always know exactly what to say
âą so he tries to make up for it with his actions instead
âą he'll attempt big romantic gestures on special occasions for yearly vacations / getaways for your anniversary
âą he might plan a surprise birthday party with all your family and friends
âą reserve a table at a fancy restaurant for valentine's day
âą but mainly Juyeon tries to make everyday special with some subtle romantic gestures
âą even if it's just him buying flowers
âą or offering to cook dinner that night
âą or buying some pastries from that bakery on the corner that you've always wanted to try
âą or taking you shopping just because
âą and then there's the small moments that the two of you share at home
âą like the mornings when Juyeon will cling onto you
âą wrapping his arms around your waist and begging for you to stay in bed with him for 5 more minutes
âą cuddles are necessary for him
âą he just loves having you close to him
âą Juyeon will never admit it, but having you in his arms is comforting to him
âą sometimes you'll just sit together in silence and he'll just look at you with those big brown eyes
âą Juyeon will hold your hand in his
âą and you'll just stay like that, admiring each other with full hearts
âą needless to say, Juyeon is a soft boi
âą he's gentle with you 24/7
âą there are exceptions to that though *wink wink*
âą whenever you're sick, Juyeon is right there by your side
âą sometimes he doesn't always know what to do or how to help treat your sniffles
âą so he'll call your mom and ask for some tips and home remedies
âą he'll offer to get you anything you need
âą Juyeon is never firm or demanding, except for when you're sick
âą he absolutely insists that you stay in bed and rest up
âą he doesn't want you to have to worry about lifting a finger, he'll take care of everything for you
âą (for all my readers that have periods) he'll run to the store and buy whatever sanitary products you need as well as any snacks you might be craving
âą you got a fever? chills?
âą prepare to be swaddled because Juyeon will wrap you up in so many blankets
âą he just wants to make sure you're well taken care of
âą whenever you feel down or sad, he always tries his best to be there when you need him
âą again, Juyeon isn't always the best with his words
âą so he'll usually just sit nod his head as he listens to speak about what's got you so stressed and upset
âą but regardless, he tries his best to be attentive to you and whatever it is that you need
âą it doesn't matter if you're happy, sad, sick, or angry .. you can always count on Juyeon to be there for you
âą he just wants to show you that he loves you every day in whatever way he can
like we all know heâs a totally misogynistic freak who treats women like propertyđ and weâre also like 99.99% sure he has a breeding kink.đ and i was just like âwhat if after like a week or so of breeding (not having sex, literally breeding bc itâs naoyađ) he finds out his precious little wife is pregnant and now heâs a total simp bc pregnant women need to be cautiously taken care of. he doesnât want anyone else around his wife but she needs constant care so he has to learn to actually appreciate women!
bonus point: she gets to treat him like shit but is gaslighting him by just blaming it on pregnancy symptoms.đ
now i wanna be naoyaâs pregnant wifey,, uwu <3
naoya zenin x fem!reader
continuation from this // *screams internally* not a fic just word vomits idky the idea of soft naoya is in my head but it is
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- no question asked
your marriage to naoya was handled quick and immediately after your defeat; after all he knew you're such a flight risk.
you both were named the successor of the head of clan after your father stepped down and being beaten and humiliated by you multiple of time hadn't humbled the crap out of him; only fuel him to break you into his submissive little breeding bunny. you both hadn't left your side of the wing of the estate after the ceremony. it has been weeks since you stepped outside. naoya had stripped you off your privilege of being clothed. food and fresh water were constantly supplied to your door. you didn't know what fueled him, not that anything wasn't fully consented but you were always reminded of where you truly belonged; underneath him.
"st-stop! no more, no more!"
you were clawing on his wrist, sweat dripping down your face as your cunt welcomed his mean, rapid thrusts. you were shaking, legs folded on the ledge of the bed, his hand around your throat with his teeth clamped on your neck leaving more trail of bruises. "i'll said when it's done," naoya hissed, tightening the grip to your waist, "all you need to be is my good wife and take it all in." his threats went straight to you cunt and he no longer muffled your scream as you felt your umpteenth orgasm came crashing in.
"naoya!" you cried, digging your nail further into his skin.
you could hear his chuckle right by your ears, his nose nuzzled into your locks as his hips continued to thrust forward. "what's it, bunny?" he cooed, you could feel his hand along the valley of your breasts, along your belly and down to your throbbing clit. you threw your head back, tears streaming down your face as you felt his finger torturously circling on it. you could barely string up your words, your choked up moans were melodious to him.
"you don't look so cocky now huh?" he tightened his grip to your neck, "all you need is some good fucking and you're reduced back to nothing but a cum dump. my little cum dump." you want to protest, grunting as you could feel how sloppier his thrusts were. naoya was close and the closer he is, the more degrading he is. it didn't take long until he started filling you up, spurts of his warm cum feeling your inside but you were drifting out of your mind to even care.
you woke up the next day completely drowsy and confused.
you felt suffocated and it wasn't because of the thick, fluffy comforter draped over your body; it was naoya's limbs wrapped around you.
"get off me," you grumbled, fingers peeling the tight grip around your waist only for him to pull you closer. "shut up," he mumbled, eyes close as he nuzzled deeper in the crook of your neck, "shut up or i'll find something to keep your mouth busy." you rolled your eyes and accepted your defeat. it was odd to wake up in his arms, naoya isn't a cuddling type of husband. he's strict, he enjoys his personal space not that he cared about yours and he was never a warm, morning kiss, pleaser kind of man.
of course it was all short lived as you felt his finger trailing down your belly.
you were still soaked from last night, he knew it as he dipped his fingers in. his fingers found your clit and you drew in a long breath as he started circled slowly. you started to remember slowly what had happened yesterday; how overstimulating had knocked yourself down, fainting just as he filled you up. you could feel your face burning up but naoya wasn't gonna notice it when he busy buried in your neck lapping gently on your skin.
you could hear the frantic beating of his chest against your back. a long deep sigh escaped your lips as he continued his touches. his fingers prodded your lips, prompting you to suck it. the pressure around his finger from your mouth had him breathing hard. with your saliva coating his finger, it found your breast, the coldness of the fluid had your nipple hardened instantly.
"does that feel good, bunny?" he whispered in your ear.
"y-yes."
"good," he tilted your head for a kiss. you were startled, he never kissed you with such passionate but you basked it all in. he swallowed each one of your moans, with every mewls and pleases had your husband teasing you for more. you could feel his sly smile against your lips as he quickened his motion. you could feel the knot threatened to snap in your belly and as his lips latched on your nipples, you couldn't hold it much longer. you thrashed against his body as you screamed, his fingers didn't stop immediately milking you out of your orgasm. he pressed a kiss on your marked breast, his face hovered above yours as he slipped his slick coated fingers between his lips, slurping up all your arousal clean.
"good morning, my wife," his deep raspy voice greeted you with such excitement. the sunlight peaked through the curtain, illuminating his body, you couldn't help but to grunt annoyingly over how beautiful the man looked like. "morning," you grumbled, hand reaching forward to push the strays of his forehead, "you're too chirpy for my liking. can you go back to being asshole?" you let his lips showered your arms in kisses, from your wrist to your knuckles, to the tip of your fingers. your forehead scrunched in confusion as he rested your palm on his cheek.
"they told me i can't be mean to an expecting mother."
your face fell, shoving him off you as you sat up, "that's not funny, zenin." he lolled his head to side, cocking his head to the table on your side. your blood ran cold as you saw a letter folded neatly with your name on it. "naoya, it's not funny!" your voice cracked as you grabbed the letter. he was right.
your hcg level is high; you are pregnant.
"get out," you yelled, tossing the pillow straight to his face, "get out get out get out!"
it was rough couple of days. you kicked naoya out of your room. locking yourself in as you tried to comprehend the fact that you're carrying a child. he came by every hours or so, bringing you meal as you locked yourself in the bathroom out of spite. you don't want to see him but most of the time it was just your morning sickness. the twisting of the bathroom knob startled you, you forgot to lock it this time but you were emptying your stomach to even care at this moment.
"if you could've just eaten, this would be easier."
you hurled over the bowl, "shut up, it was your stupid cock that got me here."
of course, naoya laughed. you feel his kiss on your shoulder but you were too lazy to fight him. he took of your clothes, lifting you up to the shower where he sat you between his laps, gently running the water along your body. he took his time to lather soap all over your body, ignoring your protests as he gently massaged your legs and shoulders. you sescretly enjoyed his pampering. "you'll get wet," you grumbled, eyes closing as he slowly massaged your scalp. by this time you were sure he was as wet as you are.
"i don't mind," he said, nonchalantly, "my wife needs me."
my wife needs me, the words lingered in your brain as he rested you on the sink, gently patting your damp body with a warm towel. his silence were overwhelming, naoya has always been full of snide remarks. you clenched on the towel tightly, watching his back as he slowly shed off his wet clothes, wrapping a towel around his waist. you haven't see him naked in a while, in fact you haven't see him in awhile. he caught you staring, you didn't try to hide it. in fact, you missed him a lot.
"are you crying?" he teased as he tilted your chin up.
"fuck off."
"aww, does my wife missed me?" he cooed, lips ghosting just above your lips as his eyes bore deeply into yours. his eyes widened in excitement when you let of a yes, a chuckle escaped his lips as he hoisted you up from the sink to the bed, gently placing you on the newly made bed. he must've sent in a servant to replace the sheet while they were in the bathroom. naoya had planned it all from start. he fed you, clothed you before handling you the daily vitamins.
you stared down on colourful pills on your palm.
"it's good for the baby," he brushed a stray hair off your face, holding up a glass of water.
"what is it then? i'll eat it if you can tell me what it is," you asked, brows up in defiance. you know naoya zenin well, you fought him, you challenged him, you married and bed this man- he could never be a good husband, let along a father. this baby was a disaster waiting to happen. you wanted to be a mother, when time is right but you weren't sure if naoya is the best person to have one with. but what you were sure of was that he would not know what pills you were holding.
but you were wrong.
"that's folic acid and that one is iron supplement. you don't need much, that's what the doctor said for now, but we'll get you checked later if you need more. " naoya couldn't hold back the smile he had as he enjoyed the shock look on your face. sure, you were just someone he married out of spite, out of proving to his family that he's capable of ruling the zenin clan one day, but he had grown to love the baby he made in you and you; oh you were pain to tame but you're his pain, his pride and his joy.
"don't act so shock, you get 9 months to fuck me over with the baby. i don't know why you're so stubborn. i told you," he ran his fingers along your cheek and jaw, hooking it under your chin as he tilted your head up, "all you need to do is be my pretty little wife and i'll give you everything you want."
you cocked your brows up, clutching on his wrist, "everything? no limits? no question asked?"
"no question asked," he promised.
"i want natto, i want it so badly," you cooed, lips jutted forwards as you looked up to him pleading. he laughed, surprised that of all thing you would've asked, you asked for some stinky beans. you tugged on his collar, pulling him closer with a smile, "and then maybe," you bit your bottom lips, face warming up as you pull him closer, "maybe a kiss."
cockwarming with naoya. hehe got the image in my head. now it's in yours.
# thirsty hours with naoya
# cw. cockwarming, rough sex, brat taming
# part of the trophy wife collection
âstop moving.â
if not for your husbandâs iron grip on your wiggling hips, his low growl definitely did the job into halting your movements. youâve been embracing his dick with your warmth for half an hour now; out of desperation to at least touch him after not seeing him the whole day, but naoya headed straight to his office, jaw set tight and too bothered by paperwork to give in to your desires. you were lucky enough that he allowed you to even be in the same space as him, but then again, he wasnât so insane of a man to deny his wifeâs pleas to be of service to him.
you told yourself you were perfectly contented like this, small hands clutching onto his shoulders and his dick snug beneath your walls. naoya wasnât even the least bothered as he continued to finish his work, a perfect actor in pretending like your weight wasnât draped over him like a towel.
he was rock hard and throbbing inside you, the tip of his delicious cock hitting just the right spots, but not stimulating enough that you actually felt satiated.
you were obedient and a good girl for the most part â staying still with your mouth clamped shut, consciously breathing quietly as not to disturb your husband â but it only took a matter of minutes before you grew restless, impatient, and bratty. it started with a few experimental thrusts that you masked behind only moving for comfort, then you began to clamp down on him. your husbandâs lips parted for a brief second before he had his full attention back to his work again. you knew you shouldnât try unless you wanted to be punished; to be deprived of his touch for days or worse, weeks. it wasnât beyond naoya to resist his own urges if it meant disciplining you, but you simply did not have enough patience today, head too dumb with cock that you forgot what he was capable of.
biting down on your lip, you finally hoisted upwards on his cock that was coated in your pussyâs drool. you slammed back down with all your weight and head thrown backwards, nails digging into his shoulders as you rolled your hips. you were too lost in the relieving sensations of finally getting what you wanted that his displeased threats fell on deaf ears, your cheek slamming back down on his cool desk in one quick movement as he fucked you from your behind.
âi thought i told you not to move,â he slapped your ass, causing the curves to swell at the same time he drove his hips in and out of you. torture, it felt like, that there was no build up at all and he was fucking into you with such a primal need that disregarded the sensuality you preferred. âwhy are you being such a fucking brat? are you too desperate to have your hole filled, hm?â moaning around him, naoyaâs large palm came in contact with your rear one last time, dissatisfied about being ignored. âanswer me!â
âs-sorry, sir,â you cried out, hands lamely flailing around to grab at something, anything. âjust needed you, love, wanted you so bad. c-canât sleep tonight without being filled.â
âfucking slut,â he licked at your ear as he bent forwards, your spine flattened down to the table until you could no longer move. in this position, naoya was free to take you as he pleased, and you bent over for him like the precious wife he prized you to be, proudly taking his fat cock with tears streaming down your ears. âwhat would you do without my cock? might as well just stuff you full until youâre pregnant, yeah? so donât go crying on me now and fucking take it.â
instead of bakugo teaching us why not us teaching bakugou and he makes reader squirtđŒđŒđŒ or deku theyâre both hot asf -đ§đŠ
âšnsfw belowâš
âMoveâmove your fingersâah!â
The little cry you gasp into the air, brings both pairs of eyes to your face. You canât spread your thighs far enough to host two full, prohero-bulked bodies, so instead, they have you bent. One scarred hand squeezes your thigh, unconsciously inching your leg higher and higher into the air while completely absorbed in watching your cunt swallow finger after finger on the other manâs hand. The other man has your other leg rested over his shoulder while one of his hands curls into your sopping wet pussy.
âItâs twitching,â Izuku whispers, unable to tear his eyes from how your cunny sucks in Bakugouâs fingers. âAnd itâsâitâsâ,â
âDrooling.â Bakugou finishes, just as amazed.
âCuâcurl your fingers,â you direct, âbut gently. Notânot too fast and donâtânot too hardâoh. KaâKatsuki! So good. Fuck me on your fingers so good!â
Katsuki preens at the praise, curling his fingers inside of you exactly how you tell him.
âPut your thumb onâright here.â You slip your fingers from your nipple and down to your clit. Izuku watches you rub the nub in circles with intense concentration, tries to burn the image of you rubbing yourself while grinding down on Kacchanâs hand into his mind.
âIzu,â you whine, hips thrusting into the push and pull rhythm of Katsukiâs fingers. âPleaseâIâmâ,â
Izuku presses his thumb into your clit, rubs against it in circles with just the right pressure.
âFuck!â You squeal, hands tightening in Izukuâs hair, âIâ!â
Before you can warn them, you gush all arounud Bakugouâs fingersâall over his and Izukuâs faces. Your little cunt squirts for all sheâs worth, twisting your guts enough to bring tears to your eyes. It drips down Bakugouâs wrist and Dekuâs chin.
âWant you to do that around my dick.â Bakugou is shameless.
Deku nods in agreement, eyes dark and jaw slack. âAnd mine.â
Summary: Guren comes back from a hard mission, heâs bloodied and bruised and needy for your comfort after the horrors heâs seen in battle.
Word Count: 1,266.
Needy After A Hard Mission. (Guren Fluffy)
A deep sigh drifted from your lips as you sat crossed-legged on the soft, velvety mattresses that was tucked away in the corner of the room. The room was mostly dark, nothing but a small lamp emitting a soft gentle glow around you. The sweet smell of your bitter tea and the smell of the fresh winter air hit your nose as a draft carried a nice breeze against the harsh heater that sat opposite of you. You were sat up, a book on spellcrafts in your hands and the warm covers pulled mostly around your body. It was later into the night, Guren had promised to return tonight and as much as he told you not to stay up, you never did listen. You liked staying up, you enjoyed watching him come home after a long mission. Even if he was covered in blood, sweaty, and purely exhausted, to you there was nothing better than seeing Guren walk through the door and smile at you.
Glancing over at the clock that sat ideally by your cup of tea, the time read 2am. It was getting almost too late and a part of you, unfortunately, panicked at the idea that maybe Guren wasnât coming home. Shaking the thought from your head you closed your book, placed it on the nightstand, and shut the lamp off. Snuggling down into the warm embrace of your covers, you stared up at the ceiling. This was your life and Gurenâs life. The possibility that one of you may never come home, that risk was always looming over both of your heads. You had a tendency to take your time together for granted and never seemed to panic until it came to this. When youâre utterly alone and Guren promised to be back. An irritated groan erupted from your lips and you flopped onto your side, facing Gurenâs pillow. âYouâre such an idiot do you know that?! You make me worry day in and day out and for what? So you can get yourself killed without a stupid goodbye? Itâs just... not fair.â
âI agree itâs not, itâs why I donât plan on dying,â the deep voice rumbled from the shadows, startling you enough to force you upright and flustered out of sheer embarrassment. Of course, the moment you let your guard down does Guren waltz in. Perhaps he was always there and just waiting to pounce on you when the time struck, with Ichinose, anything was possible.
âGuren! Youâre back! What took you guys so long?â You sheepishly gazed at the beautiful human who had come out from his hiding spot. He was bloodied and bruised, his uniform clinging desperately to areas where it had been torn open, clearly telling you that it was a rough couple of days. You frowned deeply, scanning him once more in case he was seriously hurt. âAny casualties?â
âToo many for what was suppose to be a simple order,â Guren mumbled softly, his hands methodically undoing his clothing and weapons belt, only to drop it carelessly to the floor. He rounded the corner of the bed to press a soft kiss to your lips before disappearing into the bathroom. The squeaking of the shower knobs rang out before the comforting sound of the shower started. Guren was only gone for what felt like a few minutes and once more did the love of your life reappear, except he less bloodied but all the more sorrowful. Guren slipped into bed, his arms automatically wrapping around you and pulling you close like you were his personal teddy bear. His deep breaths brushing over your hair while your cheek pressed against his collarbone, but most importantly, you placed a hand over his heart to remind yourself that he was still alive. Still alive and still warm beneath your touch.
âI never want to lose you.â
âWhy do you say that?â
âI donât ever want to lose you, (Y/N). So many people have died in my life. My mother, father, my squad, Shinya, Mahiru. If you died... I donât know what Iâd do with myself.â
âGuren, honey, what happened today?â You raised your head to peer at your soulmate only to find tears already spilling down his beautiful cheeks. Carefully wiping them off and gazing into violet eyes, you gave a soft smile
âI canât handle being alone again,â he grumbled.
âThen I guess Iâll just have to stay alive for you, Mr. Ichinose.â
âIs that a promise?â
âMmm, more like an order. I have a really stubborn colonel who wouldnât like it if I died.â
A soft snort of laughter came from deep within his chest, âSounds like a lucky man.â
âThat he is, but I love him for it.â
Gurenâs eyes scanned over your visage as if he was checking to make sure you were more okay than he was. Once satisfied, he dipped his head to kiss your soft lips gently. Both your hands that had been caressing away his tears came to cup his cheeks more firmly to allow the kiss to deepen.
âI really missed you, you idiot,â You murmured against his lips, one of your hands sliding into his blue-black locks and tightly grabbing a fistful of the locks while the other rested on the top of his back. A small grunt came from the man as he pressed himself a little closer and tilted his head to alleviate the pleasurable-pain you were causing, âI can tell. Already got your hands all over me, donât ya?â
âStop leaving for so long then. Iâm too needy for that.â You whined gently, pursing your lips into a pout which only caused a bright smile to grace Gurenâs lips. Rolling you and himself over till he was resting his body weight onto your front, his lips found their way to your neck and began to pepper kisses on the delicate flesh, âHow much did you miss me?â
Your grip automatically tightened in his hair as his lips glided over a sweet spot, âUhm⊠a lot.â You choked out dumbly, your mind too preoccupied with the feeling of his lips against your neck. You tilted your head back involuntarily to allow Guren better access as he bit down at the base of your throat, âGuren,â you warned, your hand now tugging on his hair while your hips pushed upwards against his own. He didnât seem to care much for your warning, his tongue now bathing the sore spot to soothe it while he pinned your hips down with his own.
âI missed you a lot too,â his voice low and husky, bathing your wet skin with his warm breath causing you to shiver, âI missed you so fucking much. More than you could ever know, (Y/N).â Guren pressed his nose above the spot he had just marked, now shakily breathing against you before water began to slide down your throat, pooling onto your chest. For a moment you didnât understand what he was doing, but soon it hit you.
He was crying.
His sobs were quiet, the only sound ever escaping him was short, soft gasps to greedily suck down air into his lungs. Yet, his body shook on top of yours, wrapping your arms around his middle to pull him closer and beginning to stroke his lower back, âIâll always be right here, Guren, always. No matter what happens, no matter who dies, no matter how far youâve lost yourself, youâll always have a home to come back to. Youâll always have someone who loves you. Youâll always have me. I love you.â
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