#relationship fluff

It was a miracle because whenever he was free, your hectic job used to pull in for a new project or a meeting. You couldn't help but dread and curse at your job for pulling you out of your boyfriend's arms while he was kissing your neck and caressing you all over like he could do it all day. And then, you have to leave.

“Leon, I'm sorry baby but I have to leave. It's important.”

As soon as those dreadful words leave your mouth he immediately holds onto you tightly, muscular arms wrapping around your waist as if caging you and huffs like a child who was about to throw a tantrum.

“No.”

“What do you mean ‘No’?”

“No.”

You tried to wriggle yourself out of his grip but it was useless. Trying to push his arms away that were wrapped around you but they only grew tighter like a venus flytrap capturing a fly.

You couldn't help but groan half heartedly at his attempts. “Oh come on, Leon. You know I will be back soon.”

He rolled his eyes and scoffed. “Yeah… like an eternity later when I'm old and sad and…miserable thinking about where my one true love went…”

His hands slowly slipped inside your clothes as he caressed your skin there, you suppressed a shiver as his calloused hands roamed your soft skin.

He sighed dramatically. “You want me to die old thinking when that asshole of your boss would let you come home?”

Now it was your turn to roll your eyes. He could be dramatic when he needed to be. “Y'know I will come home by 8 right?”

“Same thing.” Honestly, if it was upto him he would have marched up to your office and gave your boss a ‘talk’ about calling you whenever he wanted some help with work but he knew you would be upset so he didn't.

You were sure if you rolled your eyes any further they would fall out of your skull. When did he got so dramatic? “Leon, I will make it upto you I promise but for now I have to go really.”

He held you tightly for a few more minutes and saw you weren't budging, he couldn't help but sigh deeply and loosen up a bit. Giving you a chance to slip out.

You don't, it's not like you were happy to leave him here all by himself. You definitely wanted to keep cuddling with him, feel him wrap around you like a warm blanket on a cold night. Talking to him until one of you falls asleep or till your talks drift somewhere else… that somewhere being your face buried in a pillow while he arranged your insides from behind, him whispering all kinds of dirty things that made you come undone.

You looked back at him and cupping his face in your hands, his eyes looked into yours giving you puppy eyes which could melt anyone's heart but reserved only for you. You kiss his cheek, softly whispering. “Leon, I'm sorry but it's important. I don't wanna leave you either.”

“Then don't.” His answer came immediately. He leaned into your touch pressing a soft kiss in your palm, making your heart melt once more.

You sigh and kiss his forehead softly. Your thumb caressed his cheek gently as you continued to console him with love. “Babe don't make it any more difficult than it has to be. I promise I will make it upto you tonight.”

He slowly nods and immediately hugs you tightly in his arms and grumbles. “Fine, but if works calls in once more, I'm going there myself to talk to your boss.”

You chuckled and kissed him. “Deal.” He kisses you back, a small smile appearing on his face.

You pulled away and started make your way out of bed when he immediately yanked you back and held you tightly, making you yelp in surprise.

“Leon!”

“Just pretty please. 30 more minutes.”

“30?!”

“Ugh. Fine. 20 minutes. God it's like you love your job more than me.”

“It kind of pays my bills y'know.”

“I can too. Stay. 20 minutes. Final offer.”

You knew it was useless to fight against this, might as well rest up while you can. You can tell your boss you got held up in traffic or something.

And whenever you were free, it was him getting yanked into his government missions to save the world, literally. Not that you weren't grateful. But him leaving always felt like a piece of your heart breaking. The type of work he was in… there was no telling when he would come back or if he would even come back.

What words might be his last to hear, which emotions would be his last to be feel, will it be fear or will it be anger?

It was kind of funny, in a dark way. When you left home, all he was complaining about was not getting enough cuddles.

But when he leaves home, you don't even know if he will be back. And neither did he, although he tried his best to make you think otherwise.

It was still early in the morning when some rustling sounds around the room, woke you up from your peaceful sleep.

Your eyes slowly open, adjusting to the dark room barely lit up from the sunlight. You could make out the silhouette of your boyfriend preparing his duffel bag for his mission. He was trying his best to be quiet, tiptoeing across the room to collect his things.

You watched him quietly, not wanting to interrupt what he was doing and also avoiding a goodbye.

Opening his closet to take some warm clothes, going to the bathroom to pack some essentials. Taking out his gun from his closet which was usually hidden well, although you never tried to search for his gun when he was home. Things were difficult as it is & to digest the fact that there was an actual gun in your home was a whole different tale.

You watched him wear his mission clothes, gearing up with his knives and keeping his gun to one of his pockets, fixing his tactical gloves.

He sighs to himself looking around if he was missing anything then he looked towards your sleeping form in the dark room, the only thing he had left was to say goodbye to you.

He walks towards you, his boots creaking against the floor, you closed your eyes immediately trying to look like you were sleeping. You felt your side of the bed dip slightly and a hand gently caressing your hair, his warm breath fanning your neck.

A soft whisper fill your ears. “It's time for me to go now, I know you will be pissed but I have to do this.”

He takes a deep breath and continues. “It's always dangerous but knowing you're here waiting for me, helps me through it all.”

His fingers towards your cheek and gently caresses it with his knuckles. “You put up with so much shit, I don't know how… you're still here with me. You're the most important person to me. I love you so much.”

He presses a soft kiss on your forehead and holds one of your hands tightly. He sighs and buries his face in your hair, closing his eyes.

You feel a lump rise in your throat as you just stay there with your eyes closed not wanting to say goodbye, it broke your heart every time as he left but you also had to be brave, the last thing you wanted is him worrying about you.

You let out a shaky breath and whispered. “I love you too…”

He simply wraps an arm around your waist and kisses your neck. “I will be back soon.”

“Okay… just be safe.” Leon nods at your words and then gently tilts your head to face him, pressing a soft slow kiss on your lips. He always said his goodbyes like this. He could never say it out loud, it was better to show you how much he would miss you.

You both slowly part from your kisses and look at each other like it was your last. You softly ask. “30 more minutes?”

A soft chuckle leaves his lips, his knuckles gently tracing your cheek and replies. “Not 20?”

You shake your head “No.”

“What if I have to leave in 20 minutes?”

“I don't care. I want you for 30.”

You see his familiar smirk blooming on his face whenever he is amused by you. “Bossy & demanding.”

You shrug and feel your smile widening. “Well, someone has to be The Woman in this relationship.”

His soft chuckle turns into a full laugh, the warm sound filling your shared bedroom, making this goodbye into something much warmer. His eyes crinkle around the corners and smile at you. “You're right, someone has to.”

He adds in with a shrug “I can do 30 minutes, if you add in the kisses.”

Your smile widens and nod. “Deal."

He lays down on your side, getting under the sheets once more but this time with full gear. “Scoot over.” He mumbles.

You scoff. “No way, I'm on my side, I'm too comfy to move.”

He rolls his eyes and says. “You want cuddles or not.”

You grumble under your breath but comply by shifting in bed, giving him plenty of space. After getting comfortable he pulls you in and wraps his arms around you, his chin resting on top of your head and your warm breath hitting the nape of his neck.

Your grip tightens around him, soaking it all in once more before he goes…

That's how usually things went for you both, just trying your best to be by each other's side. Testing fate whenever you both can.

But this week, finally, you are both home. Safe and sound. In each other's arms & watching a movie, what better way to spend time together as a couple… Or that was the plan at first.

Now, you are sitting on the couch with your legs spread, panting heavily and moaning his name endlessly, both hands gripping your thighs, so you can't squirm away from him while his face is buried in your warm cunt.

Movie plans being far forgotten now along with your clothes and the sly bastard was still in his clothes.

He was on his knees, tongue swirling around your puffy clit, sucking on it happily while you whined that it was getting too much for you and him getting hard as a rock in his sweatpants. Grinding his hips against the edge of the couch, letting out occasional grunts and low moans as he wats you out.

One of his hands leaves your thighs to dip his fingers into your entrance to collect the juices flowing out of you, using it to lubricate his fingers as he gently pushes them inside. A soft moan slipping your lips at the feeling. “Lee…”

He kisses your inner thigh in response and mumbles. “You're doing wonderful, sweetheart… such a good girl for me.”

He starts to move his fingers at a steady pace while his tongue plays with your clit. Coaxing soft whines with his pace but then he curls against that spongy spot that always makes you sing louder for him. He gets his answer pretty quickly when you eagerly grind against his mouth and fingers for more.

He couldn't help but smirk at how easy it is to get you riled up. A few kisses here and there, some filthy words spoken, careful measured touches…and soon you were a beautiful mess for him.

Huge ego boost too since only he could unravel you like this. And he loved you for it. The moans, the tiny whimpers and gasps you make when he touches or tastes you, never fails to send a shiver down his spine.

It turned him on just by looking at you, seeing the way you surrender yourself for him, let him do whatever he wants. To know you trust him so much that you'd surrender yourself to him so easily.

Panting for breaths, your legs weakly settle on his broad shoulders immediately wrapping around his head as he keeps going.

He removes his fingers briefly only to delve his tongue deep in your warm pussy, nose bumping your sensitive nub, hearing those pathetic moans of yours that were driving him insane.

He tips his head up a bit to see your expression and he couldn't help the growl that leaves his lips. Your pretty face flushed red, sweat forming on your forehead, your hair being a beautiful mess, framing you into a perfect image of sin.

And the combination is just enough for him to immediately cums, humping the couch chasing his relief. A guttural moan leaves his lips against your folds as he rides his high, his tongue eventually slowing down and closes his eyes because his head feels lighter and dizzy. He adjusts himself and grunts at the feeling, his cock twitching lightly in his sweatpants.

He pulls back briefly to rest his head on your cushiony thighs. His words are breathy, chest heaving as he catches his breath. “Sorry, princess… didn't mean to do that so early…Give me one minute…”

Your breath hitches at the sight, him losing control of himself like this was rare but a welcome sight. His usual perfect blonde hair now sticking to his forehead, pupils blown wide and lust written all over his face. It didn't bother you that he came earlier than you, if anything it made you proud of yourself that you can make him lose his mind like this.

He mentally curses himself for losing control of himself so early when you didn't even reach the peak yourself. But he couldn't help it, the taste of your juices along with the sight of you surrendered to him…it would take a miracle for any man to not lose control like he did. A part of him still felt wrong for cumming before you did and he tries not to focus on it too much.

He felt your hands gently tugging his hair upwards, he looks up to see you, panting heavily and mumbling softly. “Yeah?”

Your heart melts at the sight and smile at him. “You good?”

He closes his eyes once more and mumbles dryly. “Yeah… yeah, M’ good. Just catching my breath.”

Your fingers gently massage his scalp as his head rests on your thigh. Your tone turning more soft as you talk to him. “It's fine, take your time.”

He nods and slowly says. “Sorry, really…didn't mean to-”

You interrupt him with a soft shush and keep caressing his hair gently. “It's fine, baby, nothing’s wrong… We can stop, if you want. No shame in it.”

He shakes his head and peppers kisses across your inner thighs. “Mmm, no way, I ain't leaving you high and dry like that.”

After a few moments, when he feels much normal, he starts again, slow and steady. His hands gently grip your hips, gently biting the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, sending a jolt through your spine as you start to feel worked up once more.

His mouth dives back into your pussy, he lays his tongue flat as he slowly moves it up and down your folds. His tongue lazily circling around your clit, smirking to himself when he starts to feel your hips twitch in his grip, his grip tightens to prevent you from squirming too much and continues his work.

He closes his eyes once more and simply focuses on you. Your soft moans, the way you tug his hair helplessly, motivating him to go further. He slowly inserts one of his finger, moving it inside you, feeling your walls contract around it. He inserts another and hears you yelp, trying to pull away from his grip. He grumbles disapprovingly against your clit and pushes his fingers deeper inside you, occasionally curling them.

Your skin grows hotter like before, breathing coming in short pants, thighs clenching around his head from the pleasure coursing through your veins but he makes no motions to stop you.

His hand that was on your hips moves to caress your waist gently, rubbing your back, helping you relax. He flicks his tongue against your sensitive nub of nerves, sucking on it, anything to get you closer to the edge.

You arch your back, trying to bring him even close to your core. A plethora of names and broken whines leaving your sweet lips, indicating to him that you were close.

He suddenly pulls back, breaking his pace to look at you. “Look at you, dollface…So fucking pretty just for me.” His hands travel up towards your chest, roaming towards your smooth curves, feeling your skin under his own. He teasingly ran his hands over your plump breasts, cupping them and pinching your nipples playfully, slowly rolling those soft peaks between his index and middle finger.

You whine and huff at him, glaring at him to stop toying you like this. This was probably the second time he brought you this close. It did feel good but right now all you wanted was to just fall apart by his tongue and fingers.

He has a big smirk on his face when he sees you glaring daggers at him. “Use your words hon'.” Pinching your nipples once more for emphasis.

Words? You didn't even had a chance to breathe when he started all this. And now he was teasing you instead of finishing what he started.

You groan from frustration and try to speak but the words come out in a half broken moan. “Just make me cum, Leon… I was already so close.”

Leon smirk doesn't wavers if anything it only gets bigger when he hears you beg. “I was just admiring the view, baby” He raises himself up and starts to kiss the nape of your neck, kissing away the beads of sweat, tasting the salt on your hot skin.

Both of his hands drift back down to your hips, giving you few gentle spanks but also gently rubbing the spot to soothe the skin, the roughness of his hands raising goosebumps on the bare expanse of your skin. His touch slowly travels back to your inner thighs, pulling your hips near the couch’s edge so he could settle between them. He hears you whine near his ear, your desire and impatience apparent. “Leon…-”

He immediately captures your lips in a deep kiss and mumbles against them. “I know baby… I know…” He deepens the kiss, his tongue tangling with yours in a passionate dance, demanding your focus into the demanding kiss instead of your delayed orgasm. One of his hands grabbed the back of your neck so you couldn't pull away from it either.

Your body shudders from the intensity of the kiss as he swallows every sound as it left your lips, eyes fluttering close, you allow yourself just enough to get lost in the kiss. And he feels your legs relax just enough. He suddenly pushes two fingers back inside your pussy, smirking when he sees your eyes opening wide and a yelp leaving your throat. “Fuckkk! Fuck! Leon-” You feel the familiar stretch of his fingers and try to push him away, mewling as your walls soon accommodate the feeling of his fingers.

Whines turn into desperate low moans as he starts to move his thick digits, once again curling them against your spongy spot. Your eyes roll in the back of your skull as he pulls you in a kiss once again. His voice turning into a mocking one. “You wanted to cum, yeah? Well, go on. Nothing's stopping you, not whining now are ya?”

You try to kiss him back but instead it's just more messier than before, string of saliva connecting your mouth to his as you pull back. Your vision blurs as you feel your orgasm starting to close on you with each thrust of his fingers. You choke up on your moan. “M’ gonna cum!”

Leon's smirk only widens as he hears it and leans in to gently tug at your earlobe and huskily whispers. “Ride those fingers for me, paint ‘em with your cum.”

Your body feels hotter at his words, hips starting to move at their own accord now, just need that sweet release that was nearing the edge.

He kisses your collarbone and keeps mumbling. “Yes, sweetheart, you're doing so well, look at you…” His sweet praises were what you needed as you suddenly felt your orgasm crashing over you, a scream of his name ripping through your chest, legs giving out as your juices gushed around his fingers.

He helps you ride out your high and slowly pulls out of your aching hole, immediately putting his digits in his mouth, softly groaning at the taste of your cum. “Mmhmm, Jesus…” He licks them clean and looks down at your spent body and grins to himself. “Would you look at that…So pretty.”

He gently caresses your body as it shakes from pleasure. Leaning down to pepper soft kisses from your waist to the swell of your chest, slowly making his way up your body. He finally reaches your lips as he drops a soft kiss. He leans back and grins at you. “I was good, wasn't I?”

You chuckle breathlessly as you stare at him, feeling like you probably have melted in goo on the couch. Replying to him in a breathy tone. “Good doesn't…even begin…to cover it.”

Leon chuckles along with you, gently brushing some of the hair away which was sticking on your skin cause of sweat. He drops a soft kiss on your forehead. “I aim to please, sweetheart…Now come ‘ere.”

He groans softly as he stands up front sitting on his knees for so long. He sits down on the couch, leaning back & spreads his legs, stretching them a bit. He gently pulls you in his lap, allowing you to just simply curl up as you sit there, his chin resting on the top of your head. His fingers thread through your hair, gently untangling any knots that came across his way while you came down your high.

You sigh, feeling your shudders subside in his arms and reply. “God, I don't think I can walk even now.”

His lips turn into a mischievous smile, his chest puffing up at your words. “I know & you're welcome.” And drops a kiss on your head.

You roll your eyes at his self-satisfied tone. “So Humble.”

You feel his chest rumble up from soft laugh as he replies smugly. “I know right, considering how much noise you were making I should brag more.”

You hit his chest lightly and feign annoyance at him. “Shut up.”

A stupid wide grin spreads across his face as you hit him, his arms squeeze around your body, pulling you closer and says. “What? It's not a bad thing to accept the fact that I'm just that good.”

“I didn't say that.”

“It felt like you did.”

“I was hoping for more quiet cuddling and less bragging.” Playful exasperation apparent in your words.

He rolls his eyes and dramatically sighs but his voice is full of teasing. “Jesus, fine, a guy can't even brag about making his girl satisfied. But okay, whatever the princess demands.”

He hears laughter spilling from your lips and feels his heart melt from the sound, his hands gently rub your back. And he buries his face in your neck, kissing you there softly. “Wanna get cleaned up in the shower or too tired?”

You nod and reply. “No… I wanna shower but only if you carry me.” Playfully batting your eyelashes at him.

He chuckles and stands up with you in his arms, prompting you to wrap your arms around his neck. He passed the same playful smile back at you. “Was gonna do that anyway, Princess.”

Your giggles fill the air as he carries you quite happily to the bathroom. You rest your head on his chest and briefly close your eyes praying, that you'd both get more time like this more often.

Hello, everyone!!! So happy to be back. Good news- I have already started working on some requests from last time, I wasn't writing anything for these few months cause of exams, I'm still not exactly free but I think I can manage.

Other than that, I hope the smut is good enough to enjoy, I know it's not perfect😅 but I'm working on that, this is the only area where I get stuck Lol. Do let me know if you guys want me to improve in some areas or anything else you'd like to see.

Hope you all have a good day!

He smiled again, but you noticed it didn’t quite reach his eyes. Still, he stayed close, arm slung around your shoulders as if nothing had happened.

Later, you pulled your phone out and leaned into him again. “Can we take a selfie? I want to send one to my parents.”

“Yeah, of course,” he said, immediately shifting closer, already angling himself toward the camera.

You pressed your cheek against his shoulder, smiling brightly. Just as you lifted the phone, he turned his head toward you.

You dodged again.

Keeho froze.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” he said slowly.

“I just don’t want lipstick on your cheek,” you said, still laughing, pretending nothing was wrong.

His jaw tightened. He leaned back, eyes narrowing just a little. “You dodged me again.”

“But we’re taking a picture,” you said, trying to sound innocent.

He exhaled sharply through his nose and leaned back in anyway, clearly annoyed now. He forced a smile for the camera, arm stiff around you.

Click.

As soon as the picture was taken, he pulled away and dropped back onto the sofa, arms crossed, staring straight ahead. No comment. No teasing. No side glance.

You blinked, watching him. He was sulking. Fully sulking.

That only made it funnier.

“Are you mad?” you asked, sitting beside him.

No response.

“Keeho?”

He shifted slightly, turning his body just enough to face away from you. “I’m fine.”

You bit your lip, trying not to laugh. “You don’t look fine.”

Still nothing.

You leaned closer, peeking at his face. “You’re being dramatic.”

He stayed quiet, lips pressed together, eyes fixed on the wall like it had personally wronged him.

You laughed softly. “Okay, okay. I’m going to take my makeup off now. Then you can kiss me again.”

That finally got a reaction. He glanced at you for half a second, then looked away again. “Too late.”

You laughed louder now, reaching for his arm. “Come on.”

He didn’t move.

That was it. You leaned over and kissed him anyway, lipstick and all, pressing a quick kiss to his lips before he could dodge this time.

He froze.

You pulled back, grinning. “I was pranking you. You can always kiss me. Makeup or not.”

Keeho stared at you, then finally sighed, shoulders dropping. “You’re actually evil,” he muttered.

But then he smiled, tugged you closer, and kissed you properly this time, annoyance completely forgotten.

Theo

The room was still dim, early morning light barely slipping through the curtains. You were warm, half-asleep, tangled up with Theo beneath the blankets. You felt him stir before you opened your eyes, his arm tightening around your waist like he was checking if you were still there.

Then his lips brushed your cheek.

Soft. Slow. Unhurried.

You smiled faintly, eyes still closed, until he kissed you again, this time closer to the corner of your mouth. Without opening your eyes, you lifted your hand and casually wiped your cheek, like you were brushing away sleep itself.

Theo paused.

You pretended nothing happened.

A second later, he leaned in again, pressing another kiss to your cheek, warmer this time. You wiped it away again, still looking completely relaxed, staring up at the ceiling like this was part of your morning routine.

Theo propped himself up slightly, confusion flickering across his face. He didn’t say anything. He just watched you for a moment, brows furrowing, then leaned down and kissed you again. Slower. More deliberate.

You wiped it off.

He pulled back, blinking. “Okay,” he said quietly. “That was on purpose.”

You hummed in response, turning your head slightly on the pillow. “What was?”

He hesitated, then leaned closer, voice lower. “Do I have bad breath?”

That made you open your eyes. You turned to him and shook your head, lips pressed together like you were genuinely thinking about it.

“No,” you said calmly.

His confusion deepened. He stared at you like you had just spoken in riddles. Then, like he needed to confirm reality, he kissed you again, this time right on the cheek, lingering just a second longer.

You wiped it away. Again.

Theo sat up a little more now, hair messy, eyes narrowed. “Why do you keep doing that?”

You turned toward him, blinking innocently. “Doing what?”

He stared at you, clearly trying to figure out if he was still half-dreaming. “You keep wiping my kisses away.”

You frowned slightly. “I do?”

“Yes,” he said, a little sharper now. “Every time I kiss you.”

You shrugged, calm as ever. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

There was a long pause.

Theo leaned back on one arm, staring down at you like you had personally rewritten the laws of physics. Then he leaned in again, kissed your cheek once more, eyes open this time, watching closely.

You wiped it off immediately.

“That’s it,” he said, sitting up fully now. “Why are you doing this?”

You finally broke.

You burst into laughter, rolling onto your back, covering your mouth as the sound filled the quiet room. Theo froze, staring at you, shock slowly melting into realization.

“You’re joking,” he said.

You nodded, laughing harder. “I’m pranking you.”

He stared at you for another second, then let out a breath and dropped back onto the mattress beside you. “I thought something was wrong,” he muttered. “I was genuinely worried.”

You turned toward him, still smiling. “You were so confused.”

He glanced at you, trying not to smile, but failing. “You’re cruel in the mornings.”

You leaned in and kissed him properly this time, slow and warm. He relaxed immediately, hand coming up to pull you closer.

“Never do that again,” he said softly.

You laughed against his lips, already planning your next prank.

Jiung

Jiung had been glued to you all day.

From the moment you woke up, he followed you around like it was the most natural thing in the world. If you stood up, he stood up. If you sat down, he sat closer. His arm always found its way around your waist, your shoulders, your hand. Every chance he got, he leaned in to press a kiss somewhere, your cheek, your temple, the corner of your lips.

By the time evening rolled around, you were both sitting together at dinner, plates warm in front of you. Jiung was tucked close to your side, knee pressed against yours under the table, eyes soft and affectionate as he watched you pick up your chopsticks.

He leaned in slowly, clearly aiming for your lips.

You took a bite.

He paused, barely an inch from your face, then leaned back like nothing happened. No comment. No reaction. Just a calm smile as he watched you chew.

You swallowed and reached for another bite.

Again, Jiung leaned in, this time a little quicker.

You raised your chopsticks and took another mouthful right before he could kiss you.

He blinked, straightened up, and pretended to focus on his own food. If someone else had been watching, they might have thought it was a coincidence. But Jiung’s eyes flicked back to you, observant and calculating.

You could feel him watching you now.

You lifted your chopsticks again, and out of the corner of your eye, you saw him lean closer, clearly waiting for the exact moment you finished chewing.

Just as you swallowed, he moved in.

You immediately grabbed the next bite.

Jiung froze mid-lean.

He stared at you, lips parted, then slowly sat back. His brows knit together, confusion flickering across his face before shifting into mild disbelief.

“…Are you doing this on purpose?” he asked carefully.

You kept chewing, eyes wide and innocent. “Doing what?”

He watched you for a moment, then gently reached out and touched your wrist, stopping your hand before it could bring the food back to your mouth.

“Can you stop eating for one second,” he said, voice soft but strained, “so I can kiss you?”

You looked at him, still holding your chopsticks. “But I’m hungry.”

His shoulders dropped just a little. “You’ve been hungry all day,” he muttered.

“I need energy,” you said seriously. “Eating is important.”

Jiung let go of your wrist and leaned back, frustration creeping into his expression. He crossed his arms lightly, lips pressed together, eyes drifting away from you like he was trying not to pout but failing just a bit.

You watched his reaction, the way his clingy warmth dimmed into something quieter. The teasing suddenly didn’t feel as funny.

You put your chopsticks down and leaned closer, a small giggle slipping out. “Okay, okay.”

He glanced at you, still pretending to be annoyed. “Okay what?”

You leaned in and kissed him, quick but sweet, lips lingering just long enough for his tension to melt away.

He blinked, surprised, then softened immediately. “You were joking,” he said.

You nodded, smiling. “I was just teasing you.”

Jiung sighed, relief washing over his face as he leaned his forehead against yours. “That was mean,” he said quietly, but he was smiling now.

He kissed you again, this time slow and satisfied, like he was reclaiming something he had been denied all evening. When he pulled back, his arm slipped around your shoulders, pulling you close.

“Next time,” he said softly, “I’m stealing a kiss before dinner.”

You laughed and leaned into him, finally letting him stay as close as he wanted.

Intak

You stood in front of the bathroom mirror, hair pushed back with a headband, hands moving automatically as you worked your cleanser into your skin. The sink light was bright, the room quiet except for the sound of running water.

You didn’t hear Intak until his arms wrapped around your waist from behind.

He pressed his face into your shoulder, inhaling deeply. “You smell good,” he murmured, voice sleepy and soft. Before you could respond, he kissed your cheek, slow and warm.

You smiled at your reflection, heart fluttering a little, then calmly leaned forward and splashed water onto your face again, rinsing like nothing happened.

Intak blinked.

He didn’t say anything, just tilted his head, watching you with mild curiosity. He leaned in again, this time kissing the side of your neck, lingering just a second longer.

You reached for your towel and wiped the spot clean.

That got his attention.

He pulled back slightly, eyes narrowing as he studied you in the mirror. Still, he stayed quiet, just watching. When you turned your head toward him again, he smiled and kissed your cheek once more, a little quicker this time.

You immediately bent down and washed your face again.

Intak finally laughed, but there was confusion behind it. “Why do you keep doing that?”

You kept your tone light as you reached for your toner. “Doing what?”

“You clean your face every time I kiss you,” he said. “Does it have to be… sterile or something?”

You shrugged innocently. “It’s part of my routine.”

He stared at you like you had just said something unbelievable. “That’s not a routine,” he said. “That’s suspicious.”

You smiled at him through the mirror, dabbing product onto your skin like this was completely normal. Intak’s lips slowly pushed into a pout, his brows furrowing as he crossed his arms.

“So every time I kiss you,” he said, “you’re just going to wash it off?”

“If that’s where I am in my routine,” you replied calmly.

He huffed. “Wow.”

He leaned against the doorframe for a second, watching you like he was waiting for you to crack. When you didn’t, he shook his head dramatically and walked out of the bathroom without another word.

You watched him go, biting your lip to hold back laughter.

When you finished and stepped into the bedroom, Intak was already on the bed, lying on his side, facing the wall. His shoulders were tense. The pout was very real.

You laughed out loud this time. “Are you sulking?”

He didn’t turn around. “No.”

“That sounded like sulking.”

Still nothing. He even scooted a little farther away, as if to prove a point.

You couldn’t take it anymore.

You climbed onto the bed and practically threw yourself at him, wrapping your arms around his waist from behind. “Okay, okay,” you said between laughs. “I was pranking you.”

That got a reaction. He turned around slowly, eyes wide. “You were what?”

You leaned in and kissed him, no hesitation this time. Once. Twice. Then again, just to make your point. “I was joking. I like it when you kiss me. I promise.”

His pout melted instantly, replaced by a huge grin. “You’re so mean,” he said, laughing as he pulled you closer.

“But you were really sad,” you teased.

He buried his face in your neck, kissing you again. “I thought you didn’t want my kisses anymore.”

You smiled and kissed his cheek, leaving it exactly where it was. “Never.”

Soul

You were already halfway ready, shoes by the door, bag slung over your shoulder as you checked your reflection one last time. Soul stood nearby, watching quietly like he always did, hands in his pockets, eyes following every small movement.

“I’m heading out,” you said, smiling at him. “I’ll text you later.”

He nodded and stepped closer. “Have fun,” he said softly, leaning in to kiss you goodbye.

At the last second, you turned your head and pulled out your lip balm, swiping another layer on like it was an emergency. His lips brushed nothing but air.

He paused.

You looked up at him innocently. “Dry lips,” you explained.

Soul stared at you for a beat, irritation flickering across his face before he smoothed it out. “Okay,” he said, exhaling quietly. “Go have fun.”

“Thank you,” you replied, already turning toward the door.

He followed you anyway, stopping just close enough to lean in again. You could feel him there, warm and familiar. Just as he moved, you dodged once more, patting his cheek lightly instead.

“Bye,” you said cheerfully.

You reached for the door handle.

His hand caught your wrist.

“Wait,” he said.

You turned back, surprised, and before you could say anything, he gently turned you fully toward him. One hand came up to your face, thumb resting under your cheekbone, fingers warm and steady. His expression was calm, but his eyes were sharp, searching.

“Are you planning something?” he asked quietly.

You blinked. “What? No.”

He tilted his head slightly, studying you. “Then let me kiss you.”

You giggled, nerves bubbling up as you glanced away. “I can’t, my makeup—”

His eyes widened a fraction, genuine shock flashing across his face. “Your makeup?”

You nodded quickly. “Yeah. I worked really hard on it.”

There was a long pause.

Then Soul shrugged.

Before you could react, he tilted your head gently to the side and leaned in. Instead of kissing you, he dragged his tongue in one slow stripe across your cheek.

Cold. Unexpected.

You screamed, jerking back instantly. “SOUL!”

You wiped your cheek frantically, staring at him in disbelief. “What was that?”

He stepped back, completely unbothered, lips twitching slightly. “You said makeup was the problem.”

“I was joking!” you said, half laughing, half horrified. “I didn’t mean— that!”

He shrugged again, calm as ever. “I wasn’t.”

You stared at him for a second before bursting into laughter. “You’re insane.”

He watched you, eyes softening, then leaned in properly this time and kissed you, quick and firm, like he had planned it that way all along.

“There,” he said. “Now you can go.”

You shook your head, still laughing as you grabbed your bag. “I can’t believe you did that.”

He smiled faintly. “Text me later.”

You nodded, heart warm despite the chaos, and finally stepped out the door, already knowing you’d never underestimate him again.

Jongseob

The bathroom steamed around you, warm water cascading down as you both stood under the shower. The soft white mist clung to your skin, droplets racing down your shoulders, and Jongseob was already close, hand brushing yours as he leaned in.

He pressed a quick kiss to your cheek. Soft, warm, lingering just long enough to make you smile.

You smiled back, but almost immediately tilted your head and poured a steady stream of water over the spot, washing it away.

Jongseob blinked, then just shrugged, assuming it was part of your shower routine. He went on with his own washing, humming lightly, like nothing had happened.

A few moments later, he kissed the same cheek again.

You didn’t miss a beat. You grabbed the nearby cup and rinsed the spot clean once more, careful not to break your playful smile.

“You already cleaned it,” he said, eyebrows raised, voice light but suspicious.

You shrugged innocently. “Did I?”

He frowned, eyes narrowing slightly. “Hmm…” He tilted his head, still pretending not to overthink it. Then, just to mix it up, he kissed your shoulder.

You froze for a second, then grabbed the body wash and lathered it across the spot he had kissed, scrubbing gently.

Jongseob’s frown deepened. “Okay, now what are you doing?”

You blinked at him innocently. “What? I’m just… showering?”

He gave you a flat look, the kind that immediately screams I don’t buy that for a second. “Bullshit.”

You couldn’t hold it anymore. Laughter bubbled out of you, echoing through the steamy room. “Okay! Fine! I was pranking you!”

He rolled his eyes, shaking his head, lips twitching at the corner like he was part amused, part exasperated. “Give me a real kiss now,” he demanded.

You leaned in, grinning, lips just brushing his.

Suddenly, Jongseob reached up, grabbing the showerhead, tilting it so the water poured directly into your face. You yelped, sputtering, trying to dodge the cold spray.

He laughed, filthy and delighted, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Gotcha,” he said, chuckling as you shook water out of your hair.

You swatted at him playfully, still giggling. “You’re impossible!”

He leaned in anyway, kissing your wet cheek properly this time, ignoring the water running down both your faces. “You deserved that,” he said, laughing.

You leaned into him, splashing water back at him, and for a moment the steam, the water, and the laughter made the shower feel like its own little chaotic world.

“You’re evil,” you admitted, still laughing, wiping the water from your eyes.

Jongseob smirked, fingers brushing a loose strand of wet hair from your face. “Takes one to know it.”

You groaned, laughing again, shaking your head, but there was no mistaking the warmth between you. He leaned closer, ready for another kiss, and this time, you didn’t dodge.

Kento Nanami thought he’d never see you again. That was the plan after all; to leave the world of Curses and everything related behind. It was a heavy nightmare, and when the Jujutsu world proved to be shit—it only added to Kento’s mistrust and cynicism. Too many lives it took without enough replenishment. Too greedy and unfair. Too dangerous and pointless. Too unbalanced and desperate. Kento stopped believing in all the reasons that told him to stay.

But, as fate would have it—his path entwined into yours once again.

On a dreadful rainy Monday. It was his lunch break and he was starving. As a matter of fact, it was the one hour of his life as a salaryman that he refused to let feel like another shitty chore. He loved food. Fuck all who tried to take away this simple joy. So as per usual, at his local cafe he always had lunch by the window. Furthest seat from the door, and always in clear view of the passerby’s. It was a wonderful simple routine. Nothing usually changed (except the specials on the menu). Nothing usually went wrong. Nothing usually bothered him.

But then you appeared. There just outside his window, getting drenched in the rain, was you. Hands cupping your eyes and pressing into the glass; eyes zeroing in on vast selections of bread and sweet treats. You completely missed the familiar blonde man. Though he saw you clearly.

In an instant nothing was simple, everything changed, everything went wrong, and he was bothered.

Kento’s hot coffee missed his lips and spilled all over himself and his food was no longer appetizing. He burned himself, and the most irritating thing of all was his heart; it began beating to an old forgotten tune.

You’d both grown of course, he a bit more tired, and you more radiant; in his opinion. Because even though you are part of that world; you were never the nightmare, you were always the dream.

Nanami then began to feel a myriad of things. He was excited. He was nervous. He was confounded. He was annoyed. He was out of breath. He tried—he so desperately tried—to stay put. Since you didn’t notice him, perhaps you would soon leave. He shouldn’t get involved. He said he never would again be part of that world. His body didn’t listen, though. Like on auto-pilot, his legs moved on their own accord and in a blink were leading him out the door with an umbrella in hand to shield you from the rain.

With his deep rich voice so low, he uttered your name.

A familiar shiver ran down your spine. Slowly you removed yourself from the window. You once knew that voice. You once knew that presence. You once knew that warmth.

And so you turned. Your gem colored eyes met his rich chocolate brown.

Kento Nanami. Your once fellow sorcerer. Your once very good friend. You’re once-upon-a-fancy. You too lost your breath and your heart began beating to an old forgotten tune (you never did get the chance to tell him).

Everything changed after this dreadful Monday for you both.

Kento Nanami wasn’t supposed to come back, but this time he found he didn’t mind.

And you? Well, you finally got to tell him of your once-upon-a-fancy.

So now here he was, at two in the morning, present-day, waiting in the living room loveseat that faced directly across the entrance to your shared home. A fine scotch in one hand and a book in the other to pass the time until you arrived. But, of course that did no good—he’d been reading the last sentence on page seventy-four for the last half an hour (not to mention he’d also been checking his watch every five minutes too).

No, he wasn’t supposed to come back. And yeah, if he ever did—he also promised he wouldn’t start a relationship, date, and keep strict boundaries…but nothing ever goes as planned…

To the misfortune of Kento Nanami—he quickly found out that you can pick your friends, but you can’t pick the love of your life. It just happens. The heart never listens.

You were always the dream and never the nightmare.

Yes, Kento found love where it wasn’t supposed to be, but he was surprisingly okay with that. He found that the life of sorcery was more bearable with you in it. It didn’t cloud his mind like he thought it would. It made him fight harder for it.

But, Gods and Goddesses—did you like to push his buttons. You should have been home four hours ago, at least according to the text you had sent him.

“Heading home.”

Simple and to the point. It just worked out that way. You both preferred words in person rather than a long text or a lengthy phone call.

Nanami lets out a small laugh before he gulped down the last remnants of scotch as he stands and tosses his book behind him. He began stretching his long limbs with a few cracks here and there. You were so doing this on purpose. Making him wait with worry. Making him lose sleep. Making him grey and old before his proper time.

Then the clicking of a door keypad breaks his train of thought, but the door doesn’t open. His ears prick at the sound of your voice muffled behind the door. Again the click of the keypad sound out, and again it beeps in error.

“You little devil…” Nanami says under his breath.

His legs walk him to the door in less than a second and opens it to see you leaning heavily on poor mistreated (but ever so faithful) Ijichi. With his arms crossed and blocking the doorway Nanami gives you his signature your-in-trouble look.

You have no words. You have no excuses. You’re out of ideas. You were supposed to sneak in and slip into your fluffy bed unnoticed but that was clearly out of the window. The only thing you could think of now was turning to Ijichi for help. But, that he handed you over to your beloved all too quickly and was down the hall—faster than could say traitorous bitch.

All you could do was stare at his dust cloud and empty space.

Kento scoops you up with ease as you avoided eye contact. You cling to him as he carries you over to the living room couch.

"So,” you begin nervously, “a minor hiccup..."

Kento bends down to kneel beside you. He takes a moment to really look at you. Your clothes were torn, light burnt patches of skin in a few places, hair in disarray, and a fabric brace on your wonky knee.

“This doesn’t look like a hiccup."

"Well it was..."

His jaw tensed and he leaned back on his legs. Hands clenched the fabric of his trousers. He lets out a strained breath.

“Don’t worry Nana—“ before you can finish, Nanami cuts you off.

“One of us has to.”

Now it’s your turn to let out a breath of irritation. You sit yourself up and your legs cage him. Hands reach out to cradle his face.

"Im fin---" you begin, but with the look he gives you again, you change your tune. "Okay. I'm not fine. I found myself in a tight spot tonight."

Kento simply gives out a disapproving hum, “Hnnn.”

"Kento. Please don’t. This is what we do..."

He tries to pull away. But your legs wrap around him. There is a mild irritation in your wonky knee but you refuse to budge.

“Kento.” All playfulness is gone.

The room stills. Nanami remains silent.

Your heart skips a beat and now there is a lump in your throat. Your hands drop from cradling his face to his shoulders.

"You-u,” you start but your voice breaks and there is a shakiness to your breath, “you can still walk away…I-I respected it before. I still respect it now…”

The thought of him leaving was always there in the back of your mind. You didn’t fear it, instead the consuming feeling was sadness. You loved him dearly after all.

Kento still remains quiet; brows furrowed in thought.

“I see…” you say.

He was leaving. It didn’t settle well in your tummy. Your heart felt heavy and your eyes filled with tears. So you loosened the grip of your legs from around him, and began moving away. Nanami caught them. His large hands gripped your thighs and kept your legs wrapped around himself.

"Any and every life time, I'll always choose you. You’ve bewitched me—it’s unnatural what you’ve done to me.” Kento wipes away at your cheeks. Tears were unknowingly falling.

A soft smile graces his lips. It was rare. It made him look younger. Nanami leans in and catches your lips. It was comforting.

“I’m not going anywhere Elskede*.” He still has that wonderful smile.

You bring him in for a bone-crushing hug, but the tears still keep falling, “I meant what I said Kento.”

“I did too.”

The heavy feeling dissolves with his affirmation. You pull back and begin peppering his face with kisses. Hands wander and begin small ministrations in all his right places.

“Hun?" You utter in between kisses.

His heart skips a beat. Your voice was so tantalizing. Nanami lets out a shakey hum. He getting drunk on you.

"I took your suggestion." You sweetly whisper in his ear.

You feel him shiver and his slack eases on you to look at you in question. Your hands fist at his collar and push yourself up to stand. Nanami gets the gist and he manuvers you both so he’s sitting and you're straddling.

"I went with the green lace you suggested this morning."

In a swift motion you take off your shirt and throw it across the room, exposing your ample bosom. Surprisingly your pretty green lace brassiere was still safe and intact. Nanami became dazed. Instinctively his large hands find the soft fat of your wide hips and grips you firmly.

“The green looks lovely,” his Adam's apple bobs in intake, “I bet you’ll look even lovelier with it off.”

One of Nanami’s hands snakes up your back to firmly grip the back of your neck to bring your face forward for a deep kiss. His tongue reaches out first to entangle with yours. You can taste his expensive scotch and it’s divine.

“Although, now that I think about it,” he says in between kisses, “I’m going to have to discipline you…”

That last sentence hypnotized you. His voice dropped an octave—that deep sensual voice he always uses when he’s burning up in need of you.

“Is Nanamin gonna spank me?” You say as you undo the button of your trousers.

His eyes narrow at you, and you smile back. In the blink of an eye—he has you bent over his knee and pulls at your trousers to expose your plump tush—catching you in surprise. Without warning you felt the firm sting of his hand spanking your ass. Your lower belly burned and your vagina clenched with excitement.

“Ooh-hh!” You quipped.

Slap.

Again his hand met your bum. Your skin turning pink like a peach.

“You made me wait.” Kento’s baritone resonated.

Fuuuuckkkk. That was making you so wet.

Slap.

“You had me worried.”

You moaned in pleasure.

Slap. Slap. Slap.

“You. Got. Hurt.” He smacked your ass at every period.

The pink got a little redder. The sting is now more prominent.

“And now I’m gonna fuck you…”

After that last sentence you felt his teeth sink into one of your very peachy red cheeks.

“Kentooo,” you moan,”ta-ake m-e…bed—“

At your request, he picks you up and puts you over his shoulder making way towards your shared bedroom.

Slap.

“For whining.” He said as he walked to your shared bedroom.

You bit your lip in lust. It felt oh-so-good. Your cunt was probably soaking wet by now. Your ass was raw. You needed relief. You wanted him NOW—even if all you got was a small taste. As soon as Nanami laid you on your bed your hand went immediately to your aching cunt, you wanted friction. You were burning mad with need.

Tsk. Tsk. Tsk.

His large hand gripped yours and you let out another whine. Nanami grunted in disapproval. He made quick work to completely undress you. Of course you let him. His hands touching you and caressing your salty sweet skin.

And then, he gave you the look.

In an instant you knew what he was up to. Kento took his yellow spotted tie from around his neck and undid the knot.

“Kentooooo,” you dragged out, “I swear I—“

He snatches your arms above your head and expertly tied them to the bed post. You pulled at your restraint and was unsuccessful. You could not pull away.

“I told you I would punish you for making me worry.”

Nanami said with all the seriousness he could muster as he was slowly undressing before your eyes. You gulped—your mouth was salivating at the sight of your beloved.

“You also said, you’d fuck me darling.”

Nanami smirked, his hand wandered down his own abdomen until finally stopping at his semi erect cock. He took it in his hand and began stroking himself whilst his other hand made use to massage his balls. He began moaning. Your hand instinctively pulled at the slipknot again. Your hips raised in want. Your vaginal muscles were clenching in need.

“Kento fucking Nanami if you don’t touch me now I’m gonna scream!”

His hot mouth came down on you. You were dripping and he was lapping you up in hunger and your legs raised above his shoulders. Tongue expertly flicking your clit to and fro. Your eyes closed in pleasure and groaned when you felt his two fingers enter you. They began pumping.

“Oh…” your voice was husky,”yes! Oh—Yes! There! Faster Nanamin!”

His fingers then began lifting upwards within your cunt.

“Squirt for me Elskede.”

They were magic and you did as you were told. You ejaculated right onto his face and he drank you up as you came to your high.

“You taste so divine…” Nanami said in his own haze.

In the midst of your fog you had no idea when he untied you from the bedpost and flipped you over. Ass (still pink and raw) up in the air and once again tied—this time with your hands tied behind your back. Your body spasmed out of the senseless fog when you felt his hand curve underneath your belly to reach at your soaking pussy to slap it a few times.

“Do you want me to fill you with my cock this time?”

You couldn’t string words together—only trust yourself to nod.

But since there was no response he slapped your swollen cunt again.

“Yes. Nanamin…” your body jumped in pleasure,”I want your fucking cock!”

“You want me to do what?”

“Fuck me.”

You giggled when you felt him tease his cock from between your asshole down the curve to your puffy lips and then back to press his tip to your anus.

“I want you to fill me Nanamin.”

He penetrated. Sliding in easily into your tight hole with the use of your own natural lube. He let out a strong earthy moan. Then he began to move.

Slap. Thrust. Slap. Thrust. Slap.

The sweet sound of skin hitting skin.

Kento took hold of your arms to pivot you back to him every time. He was breathing hard—you could hear it in his voice as he moaned out your name.

“El-ske-de…” Nanami’s hoarse voice sounded out.

Kento bent forward—his shape arching into yours. His cock slipped from your ass into your pussy.

“Cum with me.” It was a delicious final command.

You felt him move within you again and so you began clenching your inner vaginal walls every time he slipped out to give him more stimuli. His hand had slipped between your puffy lips to push toward your climax. Your clitoral nerves overstimulated.

“Ah—oh—ah—oh!” You were loud.

“Fuck, yes—mh—mh—“ he growled out.

A hot creamy sensation exploded into you at the same time you squirted your own hot juices.

“Mmmmm…” Kento’s earthy baritone resonated within the room.

Your arms went free and your body relaxed. There was a soft plop at your side as Nanami fell right next to you. You both were stupid from your high orgasm as you turned to face your wonderful partner.

Kento looked into your eyes and smiled. His shaky hand tucked your sweat clinging hair behind your ear. His lips came forward to connect with yours. It was a lazy sweet kiss.

“Maybe I should be late more often.” You droned out.

His honey eyes playfully glared.

“If what you wanted was for me to fuck you senseless, then perhaps you should come home early,” he smirked and leaned closer into your ear, “the earlier you are, the more playtime you’ll receive.”

His arms scooped up and pulled you on top of him. Always after sex—he loved to feel the weight of you. It was so soothing to him. And before his cock went completely lax, you felt him slip inside you.

“Be a good flower and keep me warm.”

A moan slipped from your lips. The walls of your cunt instinctively clenched to keep him there.

“Yes dear.” You said with a smile as you both both got comfortable and relished in your aftersex. Your ear to his heartbeat and your weight on his chest—the two of you settled into much needed sleep.

You are always his dream and never the nightmare.