Momo

你 X Wizzy

Disclaimer: This might be a little awkward. It's a casual piece, heavily shaped by personal interpretation. OOC warning—if this makes you uncomfortable, feel free to scroll away. But if you don't mind my writing, please read on.

In this story, "you" are gentle and understanding, fond of saying things that Wizzy can't quite grasp. If that sits well with you, feel free to imagine yourself in that role.

You x Wizzy

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Time setting: An ordinary evening, after you and Wizzy have gotten together.

"Wizzy, guess why I like you?" You suddenly pop the question.

Wizzy tilts his head, staring at you with a puzzled look. His cap shifts slightly with the movement, going a little askew. You let out a soft laugh at his adorable expression—you love seeing that confused face he makes when he doesn't understand your words. It's endearing, isn't it?

"You know, Wizzy, you're really cute. But that's not the reason I like you. I like your innocence, your gentleness, your kindness—you're like a tender older brother and an adorable younger brother at the same time. You're like a beautiful rose, like the warm spring sun—radiant and inviting. I love your essence. I love you."

After you finish, you watch his cheeks flush, and you smile softly. He really is so easy to fluster.

Wizzy has no idea why you're suddenly confessing like this. Embarrassment leaves him at a complete loss, and he stammers back: "Wha—what? W-why are you saying this all of a sudden? I—I…"

He hangs his head, at a loss for words. Shyness makes him pull his cap down, hiding his face.

You knew it would turn out like this, so you already had a backup plan.

Cupping his face in your hands, you smile gently and say, "Oh~ you know what? I also got you a present. Guess what it is."

Still blushing, Wizzy can't quite meet your eyes, but he earnestly guesses a few things—none of them right.

You decide not to tease him any further. From behind your back, you produce a rose you had prepared earlier. Still smiling at the flustered Wizzy, you place the flower gently in his hand and say softly:

"I knew you'd like it. Actually, there's no real reason why I like you—everything I said earlier was just listing your good qualities."

Wizzy holds the rose you gave him, staring at you, still confused as to why you'd say that.

You cup his face again, look into his eyes, and say:

"It's simply because you're you. That's why I love you. No reason at all."

You watch as his face turns fully crimson after hearing that, his words dissolving into stammered fragments. You patiently hold his warm cheeks and press a gentle kiss to his forehead.

You don't need to know whether he truly understood—maybe he did, maybe he didn't. It doesn't matter. Whether he got it or not, you understand. The one you love so deeply needs no reason. Love is love, pure and simple.

"Wizzy."

"Mm?"

"I love you. Forever."

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Author's Note:

Please don't judge me too harshly for the awkwardness—I'm begging you! And congratulations on making it to the end. This is just another little piece I wrote late at night, with no deeper meaning—I simply thought of Wizzy. Don't you think he's just adorable? I wanted to create a confession that belongs only to him.

You x Jestyn

Premise: This is my first time writing fanfiction, inspired by a random thought. Just writing for fun. Warning: Contains erotic/NSFW content. Read with caution.

In this story, "You" have a somewhat hot-tempered and dominant personality. Feel free to put yourself in the shoes of the character if you don't mind.

You x Jestyn

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"Jestyn, let's go shopping," you said to him out of sheer boredom. "It's so dull just staying in the theater all the time."

Jestyn took one look at your utterly bored face and obediently agreed.

At first, Jestyn was well-behaved, taking whatever you handed him to carry. But after wandering around outside for a while, he suddenly asked for a kiss. Thinking he had been so good today, you agreed—after all, you didn't mind making out in public; it was just a kiss, anyway.

With your consent, he leaned down and pressed his lips to yours. You thought it would be a brief peck, but Jestyn only grew more brazen, his restless hands wandering up and down your body.

You told him to stop, but he only became more audacious.

Infuriated, you slapped him—a crisp, resounding smack that forcefully broke the lingering kiss.

Startled by your sudden physical strike, Jestyn paused. Then, a thrilled smile spread across his face. Panting heavily, he grabbed your hand and pressed it against his cheek, silently begging you to hit him again.

Seeing him like this, your temper flared. You grabbed a fistful of his hair, glaring furiously at him as you hissed in a low voice, "Are you fucking trying to go into heat in public? Save it for when we get home."

Your anger completely killed whatever desire you had to keep shopping. Grabbing him by the clothes, you dragged him all the way back home.

Once inside, you locked the door and turned to face Jestyn's lustful expression. Irritated, you let out an annoyed click of your tongue.

Raising your hand, smack—another crisp slap landed on his face.

Jestyn's breathing grew even heavier, and your anger only intensified. You shoved him onto your bed, straddling him. Grabbing his collar, you forced him to look up at you and issued a warning:

"If you ever dare to go into heat in public again, I won't mind hitting you a few more times."

Hearing your words, a thick wave of lust and longing instantly flooded Jestyn's eyes. He reached up to grip the hand that was clutching his collar, tilting his head back to gaze at you with those starving, desire-filled eyes. His voice came out dry and raspy: "Your Majesty... does this count as a promise?"

Looking at him in this state, you couldn't help but roll your eyes inwardly.

Fuck, I forgot this guy is a masochist.

You were both furious and exasperated. Hitting him? It wasn't a punishment at all; it was a goddamn reward!

But obviously, you weren't about to let him off that easily. A dog that kept going into heat in public needed a proper lesson, or he'd truly forget who his master was.

Slowly and deliberately, you pulled out a red-and-black collar—the one you'd bought while shopping with Jestyn. You had only thought it looked cool back then, never expecting it to be put to use so soon.

You yanked hard on the leash attached to the collar, forcing Jestyn to prop himself up.

A wicked idea slowly began to take shape in your mind.

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(Even though I know stopping here is super frustrating and makes you want to know what happens next, the rest is definitely too explicit to post. Just use your imagination for the rest, hehehe 😁

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