; here's a smol masterlist of me writing once in a blue moon
| elle/nj (she/her) | 20+ | aquarius |
ao3: enjeiwrites | Ko-fi ♡ support me!
kpop
bangtan; bts
suga
"give it now" ; one-shot fic { nsfw ! }
fluff, smut; suga x fem!reader
✧
neoculture; nct
yuta
"to the bone" ; one-shot fic { nsfw ! }
fluff, smut; yuta x fem!reader
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jaemin
"inhibit" ; one-shot fic { nsfw ! }
fluff, smut; jaemin x fem!reader
+ ft. mark
"intimidating" ; one-shot fic { nsfw ! }
fluff, smut; jaemin x fem!reader x mark
✧
seventeen; svt
woozi
first time series { nsfw ! } ✔
fluff, smut; woozi x fem!reader
part 1 | part 2 | part 3
+
"raincheck" ; one-shot fic
fluff, hogwarts!au; woozi x fem!reader
✧
tomorrow x together; txt
beomgyu
"ride with you" ; one-shot fic
fluff, frenemies!au; beomgyu x fem!reader
+
race of the butterflies series { sfw -> nsfw ! } ✔
part 1 (fluff) | part 2 (smut) | part 3 | part 4 (angst) |
part 5 (hurt/comfort) | part 6 (hurt/comfort) |
part 7 (hurt/comfort; pre-smut[?]) | part 8 (fluff; smut) ♡︎
fluff, hurt/comfort, smut, hogwarts!au; beomgyu x fem!reader x jaemin
anime; others
haikyuu!
kenma
flushed series { nsfw ! }
fluff, smut; kenma x fem!oc
part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 (planning…[?])
✦ each can be stand-alone fics! c:
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asahi
"sleepyhead" ; one-shot fic { nsfw ! }
fluff, smut; asahi x fem!oc
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"safe word" ; one-shot short fic
fluff, hurt/comfort; asahi x fem!oc
✧
tears of themis
vyn richter
paradox series { sfw -> nsfw ! } ✔
part 1 (fluff) | part 2 (pre-smut) | part 3 (hurt/comfort) |
part 4 (self-angst) | part 5 (hurt/comfort; smut) | part 6 (fluff, smut) |
part 7 (angst; hurt/comfort) | part 8 (hurt/comfort) ♡︎
kenma x fem!oc | haikyuu ff.
(time-skip!older kenma)
✦ (4/~) [series fic]
!!! also posted on my ao3 acc! { here }
tags: hurt-comfort, fluff
cw: minor plot, insecurity, jealousy, negative self talk, profanity, established relationship, domestic fluff, FLUFF!!! D;
note: not that comfy w/ 2nd POV, tho no specific characteristics are mentioned on the fem!oc so pls feel free to imagine as y/n or YOU ♡
word count: 3.0k
Conflicts, to a fault, would always be part of a relationship. Whether it is forgetting to put the dirty dishes in the sink, or getting schedules mixed up.
It’s bound to happen, one way or another, and both parties who are always willing to work things out together should be able to sit it down for a conversation.
But what happens if it involves something outside of both of them?
Mai knew she had to face this, or rather, with the type of career path Kenma chose, it’s unavoidable that he’ll get caught up with another streamer, or he’ll be linked with another streamer.
A girl streamer.
Urgh, the thought of it makes her stomach churn.
Sure, there’s nothing wrong with girls who play video games, and it’s quite inevitable based on the good looks her boyfriend has and his skills in gaming?
Chef’s kiss combo.
She knows she’s got quite a catch. That’s her man right there!
But it’s just a punch in the gut to let this other side of the internet be made known to her.
Especially since the other girl looks like an e-girl, piercings and all, quirky dyed hair color, is conventionally attractive AND a more than average gamer? No wonder she’s got quite an audience.
It made Mai’s stomach twist and flip another revolution seeing clips of the said streamer mentioning HER boyfriend with a chirpy laugh and such mirth talking about Kenma.
And, god… the comments.
It’s not that their relationship is a secret; Kenma has been more than open about their relationship, with Mai having more than one cameo in his streams, bringing him a drink or snacks, with him sneaking a peck on the cheek and all.
But alas, Mai doesn’t have full control over the public’s opinion.
Urgh, why does the algorithm hate me, and I stumble upon these videos when I’m feeling so fucking insecure to the core?
Mai almost swears she almost bit her lip off seeing the comments, how people seem to take a liking to the streamer and her boyfriend streamer together. To see that they have a hefty load of shippers made Mai want to slam her own head and bash her screen in shame for letting it get to her.
Sure, some are on their defense, especially long-time followers of Kenma, knowing he’s in a loving, committed relationship for quite a while now.
But what an unlucky day to be literate, mixing it with netizens’ shallow opinions is just the cherry on top for crushing her deflated ego.
They don’t know a single thing about you. The comments said so themselves, she reminded herself to her noggin, but urghhh, gosh, that’s shitty and painful.
—
@|aventurinecomehomepls We don’t even know anything about Kodzuken’s girl, but I really like Kiittyy-chan for him tho^^
@|167ceecee Yeah, she seems meh, I don’t even get to see her much, what does she even look like? lol
@|wassup_ping She’s just average ig
@|heyheyhey she’s actually in few of kodzu’s streams tho, just glimpses!!
@|cantrememberuid links pls!!!
@|optimistanger The way Kii-chan’s describing Kodzuken tho? She’s got a crush!!😍
@|h02ni_ who doesn’t? he’s so cool and handsome, achkkk❤️
@|hoshina_amu8 she’s so cute gaaahhhhh
@|papipupitaaaaaaa tehy deserve each other, two pretty ppl tgt!
@|notuselessmiwa I ship him and kiittyy too!! omg><
...
—
How disrespectful. Very distasteful.
The comments just mock her along with the thread following it, staring at her blankly till her screen turns black.
Just in time, she felt Kenma’s soft lips pressing the side of her face, yanking her out of her deep-seated trance.
She fixed herself in her place, pocketing her phone.
Kenma puts down the paper bags he was carrying on the kitchen counter.
“Want anything for dinner, love?” Mai asks, prompting herself to stand straight. “I prepared apple pie for dessert.”
Hearing the last sentence made Kenma’s ears perk. “Thanks, Maimai. Let me help you, though, I’m planning to just chill and watch you play later.”
“I… will play?” Mai tilted her head in confusion. She didn’t prepare anything on top of her head that she would play anything for today.
“After your weeklys, of course, but you said you want to continue playing that ASMR Teatime game, right? You’ve been pestering me the whole week to let you use my PC.”
“Right…”
She didn’t mean to be meek, but she went to the kitchen sink and cleaned stuff to get things off her mind. Kenma went ahead and continued to take out the stuff he got from the grocery store.
Only the stacking of cans, running water, and rustling of packages filled the space.
The mocking thoughts still rang in Mai’s ears; she huffed, stifling a smile. “I thought you had a collab stream later?”
“I don’t… have?” The question mark was evident in Kenma’s tone, along the perk of his brow. “You saw those rumors, too? I don’t have one scheduled for this week, Mai-chan.”
“Oh…”
So he’s aware of that e-girl’s existence, huh.
The silence was too noticeable for the guy’s radius to be even brushed off. “Mai, did you go through those videos and comments?”
Damn, am I that much of an open book?
But this is Kenma we’re talking about; he’s observant to a fault.
“Clipped vids stumbled upon my FYP of course, since I devoutly follow my streamer boyfriend. My FYP just slides everything about you my way…” Including you with other people–
“Please don’t watch them, you can just flag those vids as uninteresting,” he states. “I don’t see anything good reading through strangers’ opinions on those things.”
Mai guiltily sighs, the poor sponge on the soapy plate seeps in every ounce of her shame as she lowers her head. “Too late… You know how nosy I get.”
“No wonder you’re quiet, babe.” He quickly walks to his girlfriend, wrapping his arms around her waist. She stiffened as she felt his breath nuzzling at the nape of her neck. He then further plops his head on her shoulder, his natural scent wafting off her rumination. “Sorry, I wasn’t able to protect you from that, and I swear I do not care what other people say about me, and none of them can ever dictate my decisions about my own personal life.”
I hate how I care, though… Mai chews mildly on her lower lip, shutting her eyes a bit too tightly. She swears there are tears daring to run off her eyes without her consent.
“I trust you enough, Kenma, and it’s not at all your fault.” Her sigh felt a ton heavier, but she leaned on being honest at her boyfriend’s golden, pleading eyes. Just a bit of honesty leaked out of her system. “I’m just so insecure lately, a lot has piled up, causing me to be this overwhelmed… I need time to breathe, let me be for a while…”
“I’m just here, hmmm? Hopefully, the game later can lighten you up.” He assures, there’s a small smile on his face, along with a bag of snacks he got for her, as he knows it’s her go-to lately.
Mai felt her chest lighten at the sight.
“I hope so…”
—
The story on the cute game did not help at all; it’s not at all cute even— she didn’t notice the tears steaming down her face. Adding her agitated thoughts just drove her mood down.
It even crossed her mind how that hot e-girl streamer was dressed in a similar way as the game characters, hence why she’s named “Kiittyy”.
Why am I even like this?
She’s everything I am not, she’s demure, has a mature, hot “ara-ara” type of voice– and not an ear-grating voice like mine— pretty, sexy, has cool makeup and fashionable clothes. Voluptuous, prettily dyed and styled hair. And she’s quite a talented streamer and a great gamer, even.
I can’t even hate her.
I’m average and suck at most games… maybe Kenma is better off without me.
Achooo!
Oh no…
“Ken, can you hand me a tissue?” She sniffs, quickly covering the snot dripping on the side of her nose.
Kenma quickly hands her the tissue box. She blows her nose, but her mind still seems to be clogged more than anything.
This is one of the early signs of how down her mental state manifests physically. She doesn’t like where this is going.
Why am I even creating an imaginary competition that would just drive me nuts and not at all do me any good?
I’m growing agitated…
“Still bothered about something, Mai?” Kenma asks.
She really loves his directness, but she’s just too guilty to even begin to be honest, as she knows best it will hurt Kenma hearing those words of bringing herself down come out of her mouth.
I don’t even want to be fully honest right now. But Kenma’s pleading and genuine eyes just tear down her walls completely.
No… this is too much.
“My hormones just got the best of me, I’m also delayed with my period for a few days, so I’m not taking the severe symptoms well.”
That was 80% true…
“You know that I will take care of the baby, Mai.” He head pats her. “Don’t worry.”
Mai blinked in disbelief at him, even daring to make that joke. And with such a straight face!
“Kenma! You know just how stressed I am lately,” her palm automatically swats his shoulder. “There’s no baby involved! Dummy!”
He snickers. “I know, and on how there are still symptoms present, I’ll just be here if you need anything to help you ease your period.”
If only he’ll be able to change the public’s mind about me and us…
Damn, why am I even so affected?
My head hurts.
Before her mind quickly drifts off elsewhere completely, she carried herself up her seat.
“Let’s make camomile tea,” she managed to slip out, she had a crooked smile. “And the apple pie in the game made me hungry.”
“I think you’ll also want honey lemon.” Kenma commends, looking at her amused. “Let’s make dinner.”
She’ll just let this pass for now. It might be all the suppressed hormones begging to rage out.
It got worse.
Mai found herself burning up a day after. Bedridden on how fatigued she had been with the stress of her delayed period (finally arriving!) and her down mood.
She’s just locked herself in her bedroom, hands tied to her mobile phone all day, and her comfort game isn’t even a tad effective in helping her ease her mood.
Mai knows she’s fucked.
She had no choice but to run to her last resort of just bawling her eyes out. The girl knows more than anything that this will bring massive worry to her boyfriend, but she’s out of options already.
She’s in luck to have everything blamed on her Auntie Flow for the meantime, but everything seems to be difficult with having to deal with the final boss, Kenma Kozume, with being so observant.
She’s defeated.
“I made you soup.”
The smell of the home-cooked meal registered in her senses before she could grasp in her peripheral vision the sight of her half-blond boyfriend.
She tried to pry her eyes away from her screen, but she’s wrapped in shame like the blanket around her all day.
“Thanks, Ken.” she managed to mutter, weakly sitting up, but the care just brings her emotions spiraling further as Kenma handles her with such tenderness.
“Want to watch my stream later?” He felt curious eyes glued to him; he repaid it with a smile. “I’ll set up your space later—”
But he was greeted with his girlfriend bursting out in a confession. “I can’t watch you… I feel so bad, Kenma!”
The guy’s brows knitted together. “Why? You can rest, you know, you can just watch the vod after if you’re not feeling well at all.”
“No! That’s not it…” Mai sounds like a child. She huffs, scrunching together the blanket with her fists. “I just feel so insecure and immature. I hate how I’m thinking and how now, it’s affecting everything for me.”
Kenma sets aside everything and draws himself closer to her, sitting at the side of the bed. He was only able to be permitted a word. “Mai…”
“Sorry, I keep comparing myself… I just fear not being good enough. Given that she’s everything I am not. Conventionally attractive through looks and voice, her skills in gaming are more than up to par. She’s appealing to people, even your audience… I just don’t have enough influence to match her.”
“Wait, w-who are you talking about?” He slightly tilts his head but immediately drops his regard about that, focusing on Mai. Although more confused, he firmly assures her. “But you’re the one I am attracted to, and you’re very much attractive, but you know how much I don’t like sharing.”
Her voice shifted weakly. “I do not want to be shared— you’re not getting me…”
“Mai, I know you’re going to find loopholes to retort to everything I will list down here and now, but are you even hearing yourself? They don’t know you, yes, but they technically do, as you are not only the mind behind my brand designs, heck, I saved lots just from having that witty and creative mind of yours. And you’re practically one of my main mods starting out.” He cups the sides of her face so she doesn’t have any other choice but to look at him.
“So don’t even think I’m not doing anything, or dare tolerate trash comments of insensitive people thrown at you. They don’t know a thing.” He pressed.
“I wouldn’t even notice half of them if it weren’t for you telling me stuff my viewers are telling me about. They should be more than thankful for you, more than anything. While I was too busy and obsessed with just gaming, you kept me afloat to maintain my branding. You practically work as my secretary to keep things straightened out.”
“Sure, I know full well we’re in a healthy relationship, and if it benefits my reputation and career, I know you’ll even nag me for not even taking advantage of it, but if it’s at the expense of ridiculing you, I’ll drag everyone to the mud if they even disrespect you.”
His sharp gaze made her flinch, only seeing this type of focus from him when he’s in full zone gaming or mid-volleyball game.
She melts further in her place. “Ken…”
This is the most that she has heard or even witnessed Kenma speak in this amount. She felt another frustrated tear slip off her watch.
“There’s no competition, Mai… I’ll choose you, and who says I’ll choose her over you? And all those things? I love your energy, the way you say my name, your laugh, the way you smile, and our endless conversations. You’re so beautiful, your quirkiness, and I like your taste in fashion. I love your little mannerisms and our differences in our genres, so I learn a lot from you, too. Who cares if she has those things? You’re the one I’m with, right? I don’t even want to share these intimate moments with others; I want to keep them all to myself. And you’ll be the one I want to marry, Mai.”
“Wait, marry?” She swears her heart is about to leap off her chest at the word. “What are you talking about, Ken—”
He sighs, shaking his head as he plops himself near her bed. “Sometimes I wish I could take half of the energy you do for that overthinking of yours.” He just caresses the side of her face, clicking his tongue as if dismissing the paragraphs' worth of his dialogue, and just plops his weight onto hers.
His presence just served to ease her nerves; she just let herself give in to him. Cuddling back as Kenma embraces her closer to his arms.
Mai wraps her arms around his neck, nuzzling her face, and pouts as she feels Kenma let out another sigh. “I feel extra bad for feeling this way when you’re treating me this kindly, KenKen.”
But he just assures her it’s valid. “I, too, would also be affected if I saw those types of comments about you and someone, MaiMai.”
“But it’s different, Kenma!”
“Same thing,” he retorted, but it doesn’t even begin to sound that convincing. He just seeps into her skin; his unfazed reaction only brings her eyes rolling to the side.
She jokes. “Why do I even have such an attractive boyfriend? I’ll have you bald!”
He just pursed his lips, unbothered. “That won’t faze my looks, and I know you’ll just laugh at me without my whole head of hair.”
“I really still am immature.” She sighs, defeated, but now for all different reasons. Lighter now.
The couple’s conversion routed from one thing to another, with Kenma getting on one knee and popping the question— causing Kenma to postpone his stream for the meantime. With only a community post to explain its context.
5:58 PM
Sorry, the streaming schedule is cancelled today until further notice. I must take care of my sick fiancé as my utmost priority. I’ll keep you guys updated. Thank you so much for understanding!
- Kodzuken
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@|jiminsshoebox Omg since when did you get engaged?!
@|goldenship HOLDUP AHDKGLBL
@|kaslana_elysia FIANCE WHATTT
…
7:21 PM
Hi, I know that this came through to all of you as a shock. I should’ve announced the engagement first, huh? My bad, I’ve been planning to propose for quite some time now. So with all due respect, please respect me and my partner’s relationship. Thanks!
- Kodzuken
—
@|puddingdong CONGRATS AGAIN KODZU!!
@|kurokurooow Oooft, what a blow to some people who don’t know boundaries.
@|ame_jams A call out to those shippers who know full well he’s in a committed relationship 💀
@slkjwlk I mean, even I have a crush on Kodzuken, but not to the extent of dragging his girl’s name thru the mud 😅
@|blondesddelight You should’ve told us this first lol, but either way we’ll be surprised wwww congrats!!
@|mochamallows grats!! omg my mother and father finallyy😭😭😭
sylus x fem!reader | lads ff.
[one-shot]
!!! also posted on my ao3 acc! { here }
tags: hurt/comfort
cw: depression, crying, mental breakdown, MC has depression, mentioned sleeping pills
note: this is self-indulgent. i need comfort. thank u.
! hope 3rd POV is good for y'all ♡
word count: 1.1k
“Y/N?” Sylus had his hand on the doorknob, silently swinging open the bedroom door as no one responded.
He mostly expected to see her face glued to her phone screen, watching some fun reels or in-depth documentaries. Anything but anything fighting to her breath, face stained with tears in a breakdown.
Is this where she's been for the past hours?
He quickly walked towards her upon hearing stifling; aching, and piercing through the chest. Sylus sees her shriveled state, as if an armadillo in a fetal position.
She had been doing her best to be quiet and not make a sound. But nothing passes Sylus and his sharp senses.
Everything inside her head seemed louder in comparison to her cries of pleas.
Though she had anything but her walls down in his lair.
She slightly flinched at the hand on her shoulder, but quickly retracted into his touch as he smoothed over her disheveled state.
She had been more than assured that he would be out late, but this is one of the instances where he’s off early with his business.
She felt her chest and throat close up further on the realization of her current state. I don’t want him to see me like this.
Honestly, this is the fifth night in a row she found herself like this, as if her nightmares follow her, impending further in her entangled mind the moment the sun leaves the vicinity.
The shadow looming over her figure is anything but a threat but ironically serves as a shield for her. Him catching the light of the dim lamp draws some warmth to his figure, opposite to her gloomy state.
Sylus just sits beside her, his presence lingers in the tense room.
She doesn't muster a word.
Too afraid, too filled with shame to present herself in much vulnerability.
In her distressed state, she did her best to speak clearly, pointing across the room at the drawers. “Can you fetch me my sleeping pills?”
“Sleep isn't the first thing needed to be remedied here, sweetie. Look at me first…” He cups her face, initially in an attempt to calm her down. Her eyebags and reddened eyes showed her evident sleep deprivation and constant crying.
She still refuses to meet him eye to eye, even as he guides her face towards his direction.
He swept her stray hair aside, caressing the side of her undamped head; she had been crying the whole night Sylus was out.
“Are the vinyl records I carefully curated for you no longer working?” His hums and the depth of his voice somehow echoes in her heart, but do not quite reach the void in her… It’s getting scary as hell.
She gulps, her dry throat now more apparent to her. Her eyes glistened as she stole a glance at him.
The worry in his eyes… no…
“It should cast the demons away, Sy, but…” Her lips tremble as guilt follows. “Sorry that it doesn't chase away the voices enough.”
His voice remained soft and calm, it barely registered to her that she had been carried by the man. Sylus had her figure cradled on his lap. She clutched onto him, head still downward.
“Sure enough I can do something to muffle it somehow, hmmm?” He said. “And why apologize? There's nothing to be sorry—”
“You're the best I've ever had, I am moving the most comfortably thanks to you, and that you love me so kindly… Yet, why am I still so sad?” Continuous tears flowed down her cheeks, and she felt she was losing control of her breath since earlier. She looks down in any means to hide herself from him. “I feel so guilty of having this dead weight on my chest, I feel like dying— I feel like dead weight.”
“Y/N, you're anything but that. You're never a burden if that's what you're thinking…” His knitted brows weaved in concern, his low, deep tremor flowed to reach her territory. “And didn't I say I'll stay by your side in sickness and in pain? So why are you not sharing your sorrow with me so it wouldn't feel as heavy? Rely on me as well, love.”
His last words hit hard like an avalanche, it made her retract more.
“I don't feel worthy. I'm unlovable. I don't deserve you. Compared to the likes of you, you're so elegant and beautiful. Yet I'm a monster—”
“And I wouldn't choose anyone as beautiful and ethereal, as to why I love you.” He caresses her trembling shoulders once again. “And how did you come to that conclusion that you're a monster and unlovable?”
“I don't feel beautiful.”
“But you are.”
“What if I'm tired of 'being'?” She shifted, her gaze blank at him.
“Then let me carry the weight of 'being' for you while you take your time and rest. I'm not going anywhere either way.” He pressed, holding her more tightly than she clutches at him. “Happy or sad, you are you. And even on your least beautiful days, even as a monster—I love you as a whole as it is you. I'm gonna bring that up for you as I know you'll retort that again, Y/N.”
“I really cannot with you and your comebacks.” She set herself aside, avoiding facing him as she wiped her face and any sense of pride left.
She feels confused and hurt in her overwhelming, obtuse emotions.
“Loss for words now?” He embraced her once again, feeling her breathing stabilize. “Good— now… call me in every time you feel like sobbing or lost, for any reason for that matter. I’ll be there for you. I'll be protecting you while you're feeling weak.
But you're stronger than what you believe, Y/N. No one should even bear the weight of the world in such a petite body. Yet, you're here through it all. But I don't want to romanticize that, look what it's doing to you.”
She cannot add any more, as he knows her well with her retorts. He’s just so eloquent with his words.
She heaves in a breath.
“It hurts so much, Sylus…”
She clutched her chest, and somehow parallel, Sylus also felt phantom pain in his as well.
“It shouldn't but… the best I could do for you is be here.” Sylus takes her hand gently, stroking it with his thumb. He then places a kiss on her forehead tenderly.
She stifles and drops a tear down her face but now feeling warmer as his arms wrap around her aching body, secluding her away from her depression for now.
Why else would he be put off by this distressed side of her when she had loved him wholeheartedly, monster and all?
im still so scared and intimidated to do LADS, since ever tbh... most esp my sassy af boy Rafa, i was like this with doing Vyn back then, but oml... Sylus on the other hand tho 👀
gryffindor!beomgyu x fem!hufflepuff!reader
ft. slytherin!jaemin | txt ft. nct dream ff.
✦ (8/8) [series fic]
!!! also posted on my ao3 acc! { here }
tags: fluff, smut
cw: friendship/love, bestie-lovers energy, frenemies vibe, friends to lovers, lots of bantering, tutoring, teasing, crushes, confessions, jealousy, tension, slow burn, unrequited love, love triangle, hurt-comfort, eventual smut lol, break up, eventual happy ending, FLUFF!!!
! not that comfy w/ 2nd POV, but hope 3rd POV is good for y'all ♡
word count: 3.9k
part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7
Yumi and Beomgyu are now alone, everyone left already and their group study session has concluded for the week.
“Are you done blabbering over it?” His eyelashes flutter, looking at her in a teasing manner. “Kiss me.”
With his eyes so beady looking intently at her, Yumi had to tap his shoulders in protest. Beomgyu kept her chin up using his finger to keep her eyes from straying away from his.
With him looking at her eyes ready, Beomgyu additionally caresses her hands to soften her.
Was that what that look meant all this time?
Yumi shakes her head, as if it cannot be helped but to listen to his request.
Instead of immediately adhering to his request, why not tease him a bit?
With Yumi landing her nose on his, brushing it against his as she nuzzles close to his figure.
The warmth is following along with a fuzziness in her chest.
This is far different from when they were “just best friends” to now that they are a couple, at most, she’s the one still getting used to this. What am I even thinking?
Her mind had been wandering loosely lately. She's blushing over these nonsensical things. And this is just her admiring this blabbermouth yapping over some of his interests, looking oh so handsome.
Beomgyu squeezing her hand signals her attention back to him. This has been a usual scenario for the past week.
Yumi’s mind drifts off as she’s still in a haze that they’re together like this. He has been the safe space for her to vent out her thoughts so smoothly that everything else around them keeps vanishing. It is as if she keeps entering a garden full of butterflies, many enough to drift her away up the clouds.
He holds onto her arm to pull her gently close to her. Beomgyu has been the anchor grounding her back into ease.
“What? Is my handsome face distracting you again?” Beomgyu glides his hand across his chin.
Has she been staring again? Gosh, she lets out a huff, the knitted brows hiding her flushed face.
Another slide of sneak attack of Beomgyu teasing slipped through her daydreaming, making her snap at him.
“Aish, shut up,” she rolls her eyes, pushing his face away with the whole of her palm. How could her best friend make her this flustered? Heol.
Beomgyu just chuckles, his teasing still high with its win rate.
“Make me,” he puckers his lips, licking it in an obnoxiously overdone way, so far polar from attempting to look ‘sexy’.
“Aish, Choi Beomgyu,” she exasperated, Yumi jokingly slaps her hand over his cheeks before pulling it close, squeezing her hands on both his cheeks.
“What nohw?” His face is scrunched up and his voice comes off a bit muffled. He’s sure he hasn’t done anything for the last minute.
Yumi just stays silent, admiring his stupid little cute face for the nth time before kissing him in the least attractive way.
Serves him right.
But it makes her heart flutter at how placid he kisses back in that second.
Oh how quick her attempts backfire.
“This idiot,” she pouts. “What do I do with you?”
He puts out his tongue, holding her arms placed on the sides of his face. “But this idiot is yours, till we reach the grave to annoy you.”
“Since day 1 huh?” Yumi goes on to squeeze his cheeks once again, Beomgyu shrugs his lips forming into a pout as he’s thinking. Who knew that he was capable of doing so?
“Not quite likely, maybe… the first week?”
Yumi hits him with his teasing, making him laugh.
He goes on mocking her, pointing at her even though she’s got him at the palms of her hands. Quite literally he’s at a disadvantage with his face and big mouth scrunched up as he’s laughing.
She perked a brow at him, grimacing. “Is it that funny?”
He switched up immediately to a straight face. "Nope."
Weirdo.
Yumi scooted closer to him, positioning herself on his lap, and wrapping her legs around his waist. Her eyes furrowed, glancing downwards with her mouth in a pout. “You still owe me lots, Pabo.”
“In what ways do I have a sum to pay, hmmm? Explain it in full detail, princess.”
“Hearing you blurt out pet names doesn't suit you, doofus.” She quickly palms his face once again, but this time, his hand catches it, putting it over his shoulder.
“Ahhh, I bet this responds otherwise.” Beomgyu starts stroking her panties, Yumi flinches in surprise, hitting him in the shoulder. Not that direct—
He quickly grabs her by the waist to not let her lose her balance. She tumbles a bit. Even so, her sass wasn’t shaken off. “How much are you throwing away?”
At that, his intrusive thoughts came into his consciousness. He loses his grip on her arm, pretending to make her fall.
“Aish! Choi Beomgyu!” She grabs onto him in panic.
“Your life…” Beomgyu fools around once again, lifting his leg so she goes the other direction. His other arm is readily hovering over her back to support her.
“Ya!”
He kisses her speechless, quickly melting away the energy of her legs and body to fight back. These are the types of interruptions she didn't know would stir off her annoyance coming from this man.
At least that’s consistent between us.
“I'll prove you wrong-er by making you more wetter.”
“Your grammar is decreasing my attraction to you by the minute,” she scorns, rolling her eyes sideways. But for a moment or two, it shifts upwards as he attempts to reach below her skirt.
Her breath hitches, making her squirm in place as he strokes lewdly close to her clothed core.
“Ya…” she protests, already feeling breathless. “You're playing dirty now, are you? Striking at my most vulnerable state.”
“You spreading your legs like that on my lap puts you at a disadvantage. Also, the moment you chose to place yourself on my playing field.” He lifts his legs once again to remind Yumi that he's got her wrapped around his fists. Also by the firm squeeze of his hands on her waist, he makes sure it’s etched on her mind.
Yumi just buried herself by his neck, hiding her ever-growing blush on how they've been a bit playful to her liking.
It's too obvious how she's been hot and bothered since earlier.
“We're getting sidetracked, we still need to catch up on some topics.” She’s about to lift her leg off his lap but he puts her back in place.
“Nuh-uh, don't bring that up after provoking me.” His glare is darker in comparison, breath near hers is a bit hotter. His voice is low and slow as his lips form a smirk. “Finish what you started, Lee Yumi.”
Beomgyu puts her palm by the bulge of his pants. She swallowed hard, now realizing how dry of a desert her airway was on how much her throat was craving to quench her thirst.
“How about we both talk about that owing stuff now and settle it, hmmm?” His hands are now roaming in dangerous waters, planting seeds of heat in the free spaces of her skin. “Does this cut it?”
“Let's just get to the point,” she scurries, her impatience quickly dissolving her mask. It tore down further as Yumi just felt his lips nibbling her neck.
Fuck it, she wants to go straight to the point.
And straight down she goes to undo his pants, quickly going down on her knees in-between his legs.
Beomgyu lets out an illicit gasp, a streak of red further obvious across his face as his clothes continue to come undone.
This was a sight much fantasized about and a thought very much avoided by Beomgyu to even touch while he fists himself on some cold nights. He doesn't want to see his best friend this way but now that he got the right, per se, it was quick for Beomgyu to accept his fate.
“Yumi…” He fists her hair, reminding every bit of himself to maintain control of his touch.
He quickly melts to her touch as she palmed his clothed erection, breathing a bit too embarrassingly heavy as his labored breath grows fuller with his cock sprung free for the cold air to brush openly.
Just one touch and he's all in shambles like this.
“I-I'm still not up for the part, so don't criticize me much on my blowing.” She murmurs, but it quickly loses meaning as her hot mouth sinks into his shaft.
“I don't expect you to be but, uhhh, it's you, Yumi, so I know it will feel.... fuck, fucking good in any way.” He bites his lower lips, hissing a bit.
She moves her tongue more, gobbling his dick. His noises are turning more into a series of groans at her every touch.
Yumi leans her cheek by his shoulder, releasing his erection with a pop. “You flatter me too much.”
“Anything for my princess.”
Yumi blushes at his endearments, trying all her might not to admit to his face how greedy she is to hear more of that. But it’s too late with her evident blush and eagerness to pleasure his twitching cock. She can’t help but give in more as it seems to ask for her strokes and care.
“Is there more of where that came from?” she inquires, wrapping her free hand on his shaft, stroking it along the glides of her hot tongue.
Beomgyu lets his eyes answer, softly stroking her hair, not a stray hair left unattended in his care. Beomgyu’s eyes land on observing her pretty face, especially now how fascinated he is seeing her pretty lips wrapped around his hard cock.
It twitched harder as his thoughts strayed on how wet she might be underneath her clothed sex, and how he would be eating her up later.
Oh, he's excited for his turn to make her feel damn good. I’d make sure she’s choking up her words so that only syllables will spill out.
Beomgyu scrunches her hair, holding back any force that may hurt Yumi. He gently fists to pull her scalp, just enough to her liking.
“Ah… ah, oh, shit.” She licks and sucks a sweet spot of his hard-on, his shaft dancing with her tongue. In this divine view, he could see how her mouth slid and slurped at every bop, he flinched as she swirls her tongue across his sensitive shaft.
Fuck, on how inexperienced she said herself to be, this might be a crime of deceit on how fucking good she's taking him in.
“Are you sure this is how you see ‘mediocre’?” Another hiss off Beomgyu’s lips transpires. “Fuck, ha-Yumi, you're a natural.”
“That's gonna boost my morale to do more,” she smirks, at that, she muffles some more taking him whole in her mouth and dips in, sucking harder.
Beomgyu had to hold onto nothing but the surface of the chair he was sitting in. Yumi is just back, deep in the back of her throat with his dick, licking all around and doing him good.
“Hmphh—” He felt his palms sweating as he was near his release, Beomgyu’s lips quivering along a sexy moan, the beads of sweat followed by strings of his release.
Some that spilled off her mouth accidentally sprayed over her face, landing by her cheeks. She sighed in satisfaction, licking off some of the excess in her body and swallowing it.
Beomgyu kisses atop her head, catching his breath.
Yumi stands up, making his hair kimpy. She kisses his forehead aggressively.
It isn't a common sight to see his forehead as he’s always the type to keep his bangs down. She pouts, letting her thoughts be voiced out. “Why don't you show your forehead more? Your eyebrows are a great asset, you know.”
“Oh? You want girls to trample over me?” Beomgyu lays out the ‘consequences’ of her request, pushing his hair back. It is followed then again with a smug smirk. “I wanted to keep its peak glory for your eyes only, love.”
Yumi cringes instead of being impressed. “I swear to god I'll shave your head bald.”
“Enough of that, I'm done waiting.” Beomgyu quickly brushes off her insult, and he makes her sit down.
“Said the one who can wait for as long as he can?” Yumi says teasingly, spreading her legs mindlessly at Beomgyu’s accord.
He firmly makes her stay put, laying a finger on his lips. “Shhhh… I am not that person I was yesterday, I want you now.” Beomgyu looks at her intently, pushing his hair back that makes her heart skip a bit, adding an attack to her core as he licks his lips attractively. “My turn.”
Beomgyu lifts her up to adjust her, she yelps as he spreads her legs wide open, His fingers followed by lifting her skirt up. She shudders at the cold air hitting her bare skin along his cold fingers squeezing her inner thigh.
It’s not too soon that her buttoned shirt is undone, with Beomgyu slowly planting kisses down her neck and chest. She felt herself heaving her breath ardently at Beomgyu’s lips nibbling on her bare chest.
“You wanted this last time…” he emphasized, his other hand cupping her other hand as if remembering the last time they left off. While his mouth and lips are busy, sticking his tongue out as he swirls it around at anything but her nipples.
She grows impatient as he licks the sides of her boobs.
“Gyu…” She’s getting more hot and bothered, grabbing his other hand for any other sense of stimulation. He pinches her nipple in acknowledgment.
He lets out a smirk seeing her evident frustration. He quickly diffuses her annoyance as he gives in, licking her nipples, sucking onto it to hear her pretty sighs.
With another series of licks and sucks, he releases her boob with a pop, after leaving a light mark from his impulsive bite of her soft skin.
Yumi looks extra greedy at this point.
“Now it's your turn to evaluate me,” Beomgyu says, there’s no room left for her to respond as he quickly reveals the string of her pleasured juices stretched, glistening to expose her as he pulls down her panties.
It made his pupils dilate a millimeter wider seeing how very wet and heated she was.
She flushed in defeat, holding a yelp back. No use hiding it even on how much she holds back her hands to cover her wet core.
Beomgyu instructs her to keep her hands on the table to support herself as he starts licking her. Again, he starts out direct, spreading his tongue flat and wide, then thinly to hit her sensitive buds at every stroke. She heaves in a sigh of pleasure as he pleases her nerves in every spot.
“Ah, ohh… uh, hah-no… more…. aah—” A string of vowels weaved in the room, along her hands brushing through Beomgyu’s weft of hair as he devoured her further.
Yumi calling out his name fans out his desire more as she grabs him by his head. He pulls onto his strands— just anything to grab hold of as she’s turning more into a mess. “Bo-Beomgyu…”
She cannot stay still as she squirms at his techniques, simultaneously attacking her clit and wet core with his tongue, piercing and spreading it with him changing his pace.
“Wait… Ah.” She lets out a cry as he inserts his finger, the boney digits stroking and shaping her tight walls, it creates more lewd noises as he moves it in and out of her wet pussy.
The way he twists and turns his tongue was a foul play, making her legs buckle at every slurp and random suck he does to her clit and pussy.
She can’t get hold of what the hell he has in mind, Beomgyu was always unpredictable. But his way to surprise her isn’t something she would complain about.
“Uhh-ha…. shit, ah! Ah… that’s a good spot.” She clings more onto his hair.
Beomgyu curves his finger, reaching the back of her walls like a switch turned on that made her mewl. Seeing her reaction, he slurps in more, making her wet core dripping in pleasure and his saliva.
Her eyes roll back further as he dips his face more onto her moist and heated sex.
Yumi no longer cares about how loud she is, he's so fucking good he deserves to be cheered on. “That's so good fucking good Gyu. More…”
He listens and follows through, relentlessly attacking her senses as she’s getting lost deeper into bliss.
Beomgyu pulls away but doesn't let his hand rest as he fingerfucks her, keeping his gaze locked on her as he leans in to kiss her ravenously. Their tongues danced as she tasted herself and his saliva into this sweet mix of their kisses.
“Let me come, please.” She thrusts her hips, her body begging for some sense of release, her eyes also plead as he’s staring her down. But he has something grander in mind.
“Patience, princess.” Beomgyu pulls away, carrying her to move her into a different position.
It momentarily felt empty for Yumi as he slipped out his fingers and tongue, dialing back some of the progress of her close release.
Beomgyu grins, tickling Yumi’s ears as he breathes near her ear. “Let’s move to the next act, hmmm?”
Yumi’s eyes are so lulled and clouded with lust that she’s just left there filled with anticipation. “Just do me however, loverboy.”
Her smugness didn’t remain too long as she melted into submissiveness again just by Beomgyu’s look.
She’s now placed on the table, chest pressed down and her back exposed for him to stare in awe. Beomgyu pulls up her skirt, her panties straight down her feet, dangling to the side.
He clasps on her butt cheeks before inserting his member smoothly as he takes her behind. “Ahh—”
With no prior heed, it is something that Yumi didn’t mind as it is what she had been craving since. She’s just filled with desire with the likes of Beomgyu, just him.
“You feel so good,” he groans as the hotness spreads through his senses. Beomgyu grabs hold of her waist, then reaches for her bare chest, stimulating her sensitive knobs as he thrusts into her deeper.
“You… too, haaa… ah!” She had to gasp for air at how his movements increased in roughness, but it was just enough to satiate her growing inclination.
She can feel his hips move, feeling his dick move a bit deeper at every thrust he does. Yumi reaches for his arm, clinging onto him as she asks for more.
Beomgyu was hugging her from behind as he rammed into her, her walls getting tighter and tighter at every dip and fro.
Fuck, she can't help but let her eyes and tongue gouching out on far different everything self compared to how she touches herself on cold nights.
The feeling of his dick plunged into hers is divine.
She's getting lost for words by the second pass.
“Let me… see you. Face, here. I want you, please,” she breathes. She tried with all her might to say that coherently, a bit muffled with moans but Beomgyu understood her clearly.
Her mouth now asks for something other than moaning, craving for his passionate kisses just hovering over her nape.
Embarrassment and the overwhelming pleasure she felt were an understatement of how quick her orgasm peaked at one kiss of Beomgyu. It was all too much for her, but at the same time, his kisses were enough to push her senses to its apex.
In her defense, she had just been extra sensitive since he had been teasing her all day.
It wasn’t long before Beomgyu’s climax followed hers as the stimulating spasm and tightness triggered his peaking pleasure.
He quickly pulls out, cleaning up what he can do as he lets her rest.
“Are you satisfied?”
“You know, I'm not,” her confession was shameless. She hisses with a grin as her climax sinks in further her system. “I want to explore and learn more.”
“You're going to use this study session thing as an excuse now huh?” he chuckles at the possibility, and he shakes his head. “No can do, but you know you don't need to find excuses just ask me directly if you're being needy.”
“Yah, you're the one being needy.”
Beomgyu rolls his eyes. “Says the one that's needy.”
“I'm too poofed to even argue.” She simply plops her body to melt along the table, it’s filled with sticky sweat. Ew.
Beomgyu positions next to her, chuckling. “No need as I'm right.”
“Yeah yeah,” she kisses him lazily, her lips landing by his shoulder blade. She lets herself let loose for a bit before tidying herself up.
They were totally for real now this time, even the group wouldn’t really come up with anything boisterous and something so absurd as them being together. Or at least know what is meant to be done as a joke or not. And doing some cause and effect on a bond between two people is definitely out of the question for some “entertainment”.
Even if Beomgyu is such a prankster, they wouldn’t go as far as to trample over a friend’s boundaries. They have some basic decency and a functioning brain.
So this is far from some senseless prank.
They would just let the magic do its work for these two, no matter how ridiculous they were trying to hide the fact that they were overtly together now.
A doofus for a doofus. A perfect pair.
They’re certainly supportive of this duo.
One thing for sure for Yumi and Beomgyu and something they’ll never dare to joke about is that they cannot pretend nor hide this relationship for too long.
Sooner or later, the group just has to bear with their romantic crap.
It’s even quite amusing for TXT how they act around the group even though it was hella obvious they were hiding it. At some point, they went along with it just for the laughs.
Yeonjun could only roll his eyes, and Taehyun looked like the shocked Pikachu meme when Beomgyu and Yumi finally decided to get their game of hide and seek over with.
“Took you two long enough,” Yeonjun says in the least enthusiastic way possible. Echoing behind him an amused Taehyun. “We were getting impatient really.”
And Yumi swears she even saw some of them handing out sickles and a galleon passed around.
These baboons.
“I’m just glad I’m the one who will be giving you butterflies in the end,” Beomgyu chimes, making Yumi smile. “Till we die then.”
“Yeah, yeah, that’s a promise.” Beomgyu puts a hand over his chest, and Yumi is ready to hit him. “You better be or I’ll kill you.”
“Urgh, it’s so annoying even as ghosts you’re a bother.” Soobin breaks off their banter, but he knows this wouldn’t be the last time they get to witness these two’s shenanigans.
Coincidentally also by the end of their school days... They’re just glad the game of cat and mouse has come to an end, with this race of butterflies finding its worthy happy ending. They finally reached the finish line.
a big lesson for me was learning that most things are not as fragile as I’d believed. missing a class, or turning in a bad assignment, won’t instantly destroy your professor’s opinion of you. accidentally saying something harsh won’t make your friend want to end the friendship. it takes work to repair these things - it takes effort and research and sometimes a sincere apology - but you can do that because they’re not irreparably broken. what you’ve worked to build, in academia and in relationships and in life, is stronger and more enduring that your mind may teach you to believe. don’t let imagined fragility lead you to giving up
