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imagining bf!riki purring. literally, full on purring. at first you didn't think much of it, a faint little hum that you were sure you made up in your head. but the more time you spent together, the more noticeable the sound became. lying on his chest after a long day, you'd feel the soft vibration against your ear, a gentle rumble that sounded like your very own personal lullaby. suddenly, bedtime was less about sleeping and more about "how long can i listen to my human-cat boyfriend hum before i completely knock out?"
and the funniest part? he doesn’t even realize he does it!!!
he'd be all serious, brows all scrunched, scribbling something down when suddenly—a low, steady little purr rolling from his throat like it was no big deal. the awe on your face was barely concealable.
and then there was that one time you two were discussing dinner plans. eating out or dining in was always a debate between you both, but riki would always cave in and go with whatever you wanted. that night was different though. the moment he locked eyes with you, you swore you heard the soft purr before he could even open his mouth.
he was quite literally purring in thought.
in that split second, you were already on-board with laying flat on the dining table and yelling "dinners ready!"
you used to call him your little puma as a joke, but now?? no. he's literally a 2-1 built in house cat. handsome, tall, and an undeniable charm that made you want to kiss him senseless! it's so unfair. how are you supposed to suppress a smile when your "intimidating" boyfriend is just humming around like a cat :/
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the moment someone asked you the age-old question of what you wanted to be when you grew up, little you would puff your chest, close your eyes in determination, and smile so wide it almost hurt.
"pft, easy! a magical girl!"
looking back now as a college student, the irony of it all stung. sure, you weren't saving the world with your magic wand or sparkly wings, but in some form of fate or doom, your dream sort of came true.
because you? you were château chérie's very own idol maid.
your story wasn't nearly as enchanting as the magical girls you idolized at a young age. you didn't make a heartfelt wish, nor did you inherit the powers of a magical creature. instead, you were cursed by a monster few magical girls could defeat: student debt.
you'd like to believe you knew your debt would catch up to you someday—you just chose to ignore it. you'd gotten away with burying your nose in another textbook for too long, pushing the problem to the side as a "tomorrow problem." but tomorrow turned into weeks, and weeks dragged onto months, and soon enough, you were drowning in your own mess.
you were broke, hungry, and one bad test away from losing it.
your application for château chérie's started as a joke. in all honesty, you were hoping for something cushier, maybe bagging groceries or working front desk at a hotel. but with your situation at hand, could you really afford to nitpick? rent was rent, debt was debt, and hiring signs didn't discriminate.
you'd expected a polite rejection from the infamous maid cafe. instead, your inbox greeted you with a bold "congratulations!" the following morning.
soon enough, you were squeezed into a frilly uniform, learning lines in a voice two octaves higher than your own, and making sure your hair was flawless.
your first shift was anything but perfect. you spent the entire night speed-running your script, only for it to end up feeling unnatural and stiff the moment customers' expectant eyes were on you. you stumbled and stuttered more times than you could count, and on top of that you nearly dropped a plate full of delicious pastries.
miraculously, your coworkers still had hope for you, like a cheer squad running on sugar and caffeine.
"you have potential y/nnie, you just need to practice a little more!" one coworker spoke, patting your shoulder before closing.
annoyingly, she was right, because in only three weeks, you didn't just perfect your work ethic, you were thriving. customers loved "peach," tips were generous, and with your excuse of studying everyday, you were sure your friends wouldn't press further on your whereabouts.
everything was going so perfect. almost too perfect.
it was a saturday morning, and your shift had been flying by: customer, pastries, smiles, repeat. you were pulling out a fresh batch of chocolate cupcakes from the oven when a familiar voice interrupted.
"peachy!" your coworker chimed, head peeking through the curtains that separated the cafe from the bustling kitchen.
"there's a guest at table seven who specifically asked for you."
you blinked, the tray of cupcakes wobbling nervously in your grasp. you knew you were popular, but had it really gotten to the point where customers were requesting you by name?
"eh..? me?"
"yes, you, dummy!" she sang, hands clasped dramatically to her chest.
"he was like 'is peach working today?' in the deepest, coolest voice ever. ugh, so lucky! you always get the cute ones." she pouted, already retreating from the curtains before you could investigate the situation further.
a million anxious thoughts coursed through your head, but duty called. there just wasn't any time to stall.
with a sharp inhale, you braced yourself, your feet carrying you to table seven before you could chicken out.
"welcome home, master—"
the words spilled out automatically—until you saw him. your soul left your body.
nishimura riki had found your sacred hideout.
still in his school uniform, sleeves rolled up, lounging against the pink cushioned chair like he owned the place. a pastel menu dangled from his hand, his smirked infuriating.
"if it isn't my peach." he drawled.
at this point, you weren't sure if you wanted to melt into the floor or strangle him with his tie. either worked.
of course, it wasn't a complete shocker. riki had known you forever. the same kid that flicked erasers at you, drew villains next to your magical girl doodles, and witnessed every awkward phase of your life was now sitting there, looking perfectly entertained right now.
riki's only goal in life seemed to be getting a reaction out of you. a toad in your magical fairytale.
you still remember the swings on the playground, his voice teasing as he gave you a push: "you can't be a magical girl, y/n. how could a clumsy girl be a magical girl."
"any girl can be a magical girl, ki! and so can i!" you'd snapped back.
he'd laugh, slowing the swings "then you'd be peach. small, stubborn, and impossible to ignore."
and just like that, peach had stuck long before the cafe came around.
now, riki casually flipped through the menu, a glint in his eyes. "so this is where you've been disappearing every weekend, huh? frills suit you."
"shut up." you hissed under your breath, keeping your cute-girl facade in tact. "what would you like to order, master?"
he hummed, tapping at one of the items on the menu. "cupid's cloud parfait... does that one come with a dance coupon?"
your blood ran cold, feeling the perfect smile of yours twitch. "the cupid's cloud parfait does indeed come with one free dance coupon, master. please choose wisely."
riki tilted his head, leaning back. "only one? that's stingy. how about a lifetime membership?"
you bent down slightly, your voice sweet. "lifetime memberships require you to pay extra and surrender your dignity. shall i bring the paperwork?"
his laugh echoed through the cafe, your cheeks flushing in half embarrassment and half defensiveness.
and he wasn't done.
riki tapped at the menu again with a frown. "isn't the princess melody latte just strawberry milk and whipped cream? might as well call it a milkshake."
"as if you wouldn't finish three of those in one sitting." you muttered behind a forced giggle.
"four, maybe. but only if they're made by you, peach." he added with a wink. he was killing you, and he hadn't even reached the separate food menu.
"what's a 'love potion soda'? sounds shady. will it curse me?"
you sigh, biting back a snarky response. "it's cream soda, master."
"ah, boring. i was hoping it would summon a magical demon or somethin. then i could see this magical girl at work—"
"maybe you should just stick to a water, master." you cut in, ready to rip the pastel menu out of his hands.
riki leaned forward, grinning wickedly. "nah, i came here to see my peach in all her glory. i expect a full magical girl experience."
your face burned hotter than the oven you left behind.
closing time dragged, thanks to riki badgering you your entire shift. by the time you stepped out of the cafe, pulling your jacket on, you caught sight of him leaning against a lamppost outside, hands shoved in his pockets.
"what are you still doing here?" you asked, brow raised.
"thought i'd walk you home," he said simply, already offering to carry your bag for you. "besides, maids can't walk home alone after a long day serving...magical lattes."
you shot him a glare, groaning. i thought you were done tormenting me for the day."
"tormenting?" he muttered dramatically. "that's a harsh way to put it. i just wanted to know if my dance coupon is redeemable outside the cafe."
"nice try idiot, those are one day use only." you deadpanned.
"it's expired?" he whined, feigning disappointment. "tragic. i was going to cash it in during mr. brandt's lecture tomorrow."
your face heated up at the mental image, elbowing him hard.
"i'd like to see you try."
riki only laughed, the lamplight casting a glow on his grin. "oh, trust me the day will come. i mean, i've already invested in this cafe, what's the point of visiting only once now?"
you faltered mid step, unsure if riki was just teasing you or being genuine. "...stop saying embarrassing things."
he tilted his head, smirk curling slow and easy.
"only if you promise to keep this between us. besides, i was the first person to notice your magical girl material, peach."
great. your secret life wasn't just exposed. it had season tickets now.
𐄙e ྀི jke x fem reader fluff pup!jake littl suggestive vry short :c 296 wrds
the dorm was filled with the scent of soft cream and sweet icing, you and jaeyun nibbling on any piece of dessert you could find. your mouth messy with cupcake icing and whipped cream mixed together with your warmth, jaeyun reaches over and licks the little traces of sweeteners on your lips, his tongue raw and fleshy.
his salivated tongue rubs over your soft lips, his excited pup ears twitch as he laps up the excess icing on your mouth. he lets out a small, minuscule whimper, eyes closing as his lips close over yours, his tail wagging - softly patting your thigh.
jaeyun's large hands come up to graze your rosy cheeks, warm and glossy. his lips lose control over himself as he continues to slip his tongue to explore around your sugary mouth. the tip of his tongue slides over your teeth, a high pitched whimper leaving him as he feels his slacks tighten onto him.
he pulls away with a small whine, glossy puppy eyes gleaming into yours. jaeyun takes another small cupcake into his hands and picks a small glob of icing on his fingertips, bringing it up to smear across your cheek. you let out a small giggle as the sticky icing tickles you.
jaeyun's tail wags excitedly as he leaps onto you, licking the sucrose icing from your soft cheeks, your under eye flinching from his protruding mouth. he licks the icing from you with little pecks in between, his puppy teeth-canines- scratching you ever so slightly. his tails wags as he lays ontop of you, pinning your hands above your head. his whimpers are muffled as he kisses you non stop, hot, and open-mouthed. you giggle before a small whimper is tickled out of you from his ears on your neck.
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𐄙e ྀི nrk x fem reader fluff mentions of food ! kissing estab!rs sfw!food play smearing icing and goo on eo ᐢ ◞ ◟ ᐢ 486
riki walks into the warm apartment, the snow on his vanilla hair melting as he steps in. his breathe is knocked from his lungs as you plunge yourself onto him, hugging him so tight to the point that the weak bag in his hand falls. the crinkly plastic thumps onto the floor, pooling a puddle of white plastic over the floor.
‘hey! i bought us those to eat, dummy’, riki playfully scolds, his hand gripping your head for support as he leans down to pick the bag up. ‘what did you get?’, you question as his eyebrows furrow like a puma and his hands ruffle around in the bag.
‘hmmm something… sweet!’, he focuses before pulling out a box of japanese mochi. sweet, sugary and authentic. his eyes wink at you before heading to thump on the couch.
his body slouches into the soft cushions as his hands work to open the pink box, your focus on his pretty face. his lips pout slightly when he struggles to open the box, his pinky lips have never looked so kissable until now.
before you can think you push your lips against his plump ones, irking a smirk from him. ‘hmm you missed me that much, huh?’ he winks, smug written all over his face. riki leans in to give you a chaste kiss on the cheeks, his nose flush against your ear.
the pink packaging finally rips open, sugary delights staring right at you. the mochi is powdered with love and gooey with sucrose, pink and airy on the eyes. riki chuckles when sees you practically drool over the sweets, grabbing a cut-in-half one and swiping his fingers across the goo.
the sticky feeling on his fingers doesn’t last for long when he smothers your cheeks with it. you gasp, ‘riki!’ a whine, annoyed and giggly, you take your own size scoop and smoosh it against his cute nose.
riki giggles as he throws the packet on you, irking a whine of despair from your itchy throat. ‘i haven’t even tasted it yet, ki!’, you complain, scooping off the icing on your nose. ‘fine, fine… here..’, his voice softly quiets down as he gives you a new, undamaged mochi. the sugar on pink dough enticing you, your lips wrap around it as your pearly whites bite down. all while riki stares at you, eyes soft.
he doesn’t miss the glimmer in your eyes as you let the taste sit, ‘it’s so good, try ki!’, you push the sweetness into his plump mouth. his eyes widen in shock as dribble drips from his chin, erupting you both into laughing fits.
riki grabs your cheeks with his sticky fingers, ‘you wanna be silly, hm?’, he asks before smothering your face in wet, sticky, gooey kisses. his kisses literally filled with sugar as his tongue peeks out to lick your nose, earning an, ‘ew! gross’, and a playful gag from you.
it goes quiet when he says that, maybe a little too quiet. heeseung’s sitting on the other side of the couch, elbows stuck against he knee. he won’t look at you
“with who?” you blink
he sighs. “the producer from earlier!”
oh.
you step closer to him, his knees nudging apart as you settle in between them. “you’re jealous, aren’t you?” you say gently, showing a soft smile.
“..no i’m not”
you grin and cup his cheeks. “don’t lie to me! it’s cute,”
he finally looks up at you, eyes softening “i just-“ he stops to swallow “i hate the idea of someone other than me making you smile like that”
your heart explodes in the most loving way. you lean in closer, “baby” you whisper. “i smile like that because i’m happy. and i’m happy because i get to come home to you.”
his hands slide up, laying on your waist. “yeah?”
you kiss his nose, then his forehead, and then his lips. “mhm!”
his shoulders drop, relief washing over him “okay..” he exhales, “i’m better now.”
JONGSEONG
“so..” jay starts off, his arms crossed. “do you always text back that fast?”
you look up from your phone. “..huh?”
he raises an eyebrow, visibly unimpressed. “that guy, from the other day.”
you stand up from your seat, walking until you’re in front of him.
“jay.”
he lets out a soft scoff, but it’s very very weak. “it looked important. i’m just saying”
you tug on the sleeve of his jacket until his arms finally uncross.
“look at me, i won’t say it twice” you say softly, but stern enough for him to look at you immediately.
“there’s nobody else,” you continue, hands slipping into his.
his expression falters, his worry underneath starting to show. “i know, i know. i just hate when i feel replaceable..”
you step even closer, fingers reaching to brush his cheek.
“you’re not. you’re my favorite person, my stubborn, dramatic, safe place.”
he huffs out a laugh, a hand coming to cradle the back of your head. “‘m not dramatic..”
“you are very..” you murmur. “but nonetheless, my favorite dramatic person”
he rests his chin on your hair. “..okay, i’m calm. mostly.”
JAEYUN
“did he touch your arm?”
his voice cracks a little, eyes snapping to you.
you soften your voice instantly. “baby,”
he winces “sorry.. i know i’m being weird”
you shake your head, stepping into his bubble, hands sliding up to his shoulder. “not at all. you’re just feeling things”
you feel his shoulders sag in ease when you pull him for a hug, face buried in his neck. “i just.. don’t want to lose you”
you look up at him, eyes full of love. “you won’t ever lose me, okay?”
his arms tighten around you, grounding himself. “promise?”
you kiss his jaw, then his neck, and then linger around his lips to make him smile. “i promise”
SUNGHOON
he doesn’t say anything at first, he just goes quiet.
the type of quiet that makes the atmosphere very awkward..
you sit beside him on the bed, nudging his shoulder gently. “hoon, what’s wrong?”
“nothing..”
you sigh, leaning your head on his shoulder. “that isn’t true”
he hesitates, but finally responds, “you looked really comfortable with him..”
you lift your head from his shoulder, now looking at him. “jealous?”
he nods once, then twice. small and embarrassed nods.
you smile softly and intertwine your fingers with his. “come here”
he lets you pull him down until his head is on your lap.
your fingers brushing through his hair, slowly and carefully.
“i’m yours” you say quietly, “and you’re mine. no one else gets this version of me”
his eyes flutter close as you trace patterns into his head.
“really?”
“really”
his lips curve into a smile. “..okay!”
SEONWOO
“do you think i’m too much?”
the question throws you off a little bit. sunoo’s sitting on the bed, holding a pillow against his chest.
you walk closer instantly. “why would you think that?”
he shrugs. “you give other people different amounts of attention, even me”
you cup his face, fingers brushing his cheeks. “sunoo.. you’re allowed to want reassurance.”
“i am?” he melts into your touch.
“you always are allowed to” you say, “especially with me”
you kiss his forehead softly, then another kiss to his nose, and one to his lips.
he grins. “i feel better now”
“good, you’re stuck with me!”
JUNGWON
“you aren’t mad at me, right?”
his voice is quiet, fingers playing with your hair from behind you.
you immediately turn around. “mad? at you? never!”
he swallows. “he was so close to you..”
you laugh softly at him, shifting for him to lay his head in your lap despite his yelp.
he face turns pink “hey!”
you cradle his face. “you’re doing great, wonie. no need to worry, i only have eyes for you,”
he smiles shyly “..okay"
you kiss him once, “good boy,”
he hides his face in embarrassment, completely undone.
RIKI
“you liked him.”
riki’s full on pouting. his arms crossed, jaw set.
you tilt your head with a soft smile, “like him how, hm?”
“doesn’t matter..” he murmurs. “you still smiled!”
you step closer until there’s barely any space left. “i smile at a lot of things”
“yeah- well” he says “i still wanna be your favorite”
your fold instantly, reaching up to brush his cheeks. “you already are, baby””
he stops, then blinks. “..i am?”
you nod. “you have no one to compete with, i already chose you”
his shoulders slump, arms uncrossing as he leans into you.
“oh.”
you kiss both sides of his cheek, quick and reassuring. “see, all better!”
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