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After seeing the same hot guy at every cafe yn goes to and figuring out her best friend Taki knows him, Taki decides to take matters into his own hands and set them up.

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ICED AMERICANO

KOGA YUDAI X F!READER sm!au

Every staff member at Big Suki café has a reason to come to work every day…except for y/n. That is until a new, handsome face amongst the regulars appears one day, leading her to almost beg for shifts just to catch a glimpse of him once again.

★ fluff, crack, suggestive content

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CH. 14 LUCKY Y/N

author's note: sorry this took forever i will post next ch tomorrow <3 finally on holidays so i can just chill and write lol. also yay boyfriend k!

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smut ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ─── ‬❤︎ dead dove, do not eat: religious themes (takes place in a church), dubcon ノ handjob, biting, whimpering >.< reblogs appreciated !

taki was good. pure, even. he never missed church, never went to bed without a prayer and he certainly never paid mind to any sensations below his abdomen.

as good as he was, he was still human. he, not unlike his peers, experienced the uncomfortable tugging in his lower belly and growing tightness in his underwear. though, unlike them, he would wish it away, tossing around in his bedsheets, occupying his mind with anything other than impurity.

you, on the other hand, were the furthest from “good” a so-called child of god could be. and taki despised you.

any yandere!Jo crumbs... Or any member.. ❤️

Anon you are so fucking big brained! I imagine it would go something like this:

Asakura Jo is a nice kid. Soft spoken, a little shy, but hard working. You can't complain about his work ethic, you can hardly complain about his attitude. He's easy to train, easy to guide, easy to do a lot of things. Which is why you feel bad that he gets under your skin so much.

wang yixiang x f!reader ؛ “ nico . . . i love you so so so so so much . . .  i don’t think i could live without you . . . ”

⟢ you’ve known nicho since your teenage years, and since he started working with you, you've become infatuated with him. you’ve pushed yourself into his life, meeting his parents and getting along with his sister. to everyone else, you two are inseparable, but in your eyes, it feels different. no matter how hard you try to fit into his world, you can’t seem to fill the space left by byun euijoo.

💬. this fic is heavily inspired by the movie "obsession"; the plot isn't fully mine since i've taken some major points and elements from the film to include in this story.

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‼ sexual tension, slightly suggestive (?)

“i don’t get why she doesn’t like me,” euijoo frowned, his eyes glued to the carpet beneath him. his shoulder slumped; the frustration and confusion he felt weighed heavily on him.

“you don’t get it,” k laughed beside him, shaking his head as if this was a conversation he had way too many times. yuma and fuma sat nearby, listening in. fuma’s irritation was evident, his expression darkening at the mention of your name.

“i don’t! y’know she would yell at me at work and always give me these really dirty looks too,” euijoo continued, his tone more serious than before. it was clear this wasn’t a joke to him anymore; it was starting to get under his skin.

“it’s cause she likes weno dude, she’s so obvious,” yuma chimed in, half-smiling. yuma had always dismissed your feelings towards nico whenever his friend group brought it up because he knew the truth. k nodded in agreement; they all knew about your feelings towards nico.

“i mean, i know she likes him, but why does that mean she hates me?” euijoo was oblivious to your jealousy at first. he just thought you were protecting nico’s friend group. but over time, your attitude towards him became more intense and hostile. during his trip to hawaii, nico hadn’t stopped talking about you. he made it seem like it was a habit to bring you up no matter what. it was simple things at first, “oh, y/n likes this flower.” “she likes this color.” “she would wanna try this food.” 

euijoo doubted himself the moment nico had taken him to a souvenir shop. at first, he thought nico wanted to share a memory with a silly magnet or something. but then nico causally mentioned, “i want her to know i’m thinking of her…” and that sentiment made euijoo’s eyes roll. it wasn’t out of jealousy; it was more from the realization that even when you weren’t around, nico was wrapped around your finger. 

just then, fuma opened his mouth to respond until the front door clicked open. nico’s signature cologne filled up the apartment alongside an unfamiliar vanilla one. it made the sudden energy in the apartment shift when the boys realized who the vanilla scent came from. 

“hi guys,” you smiled as nico’s hand snaked around your waist when you both reached the couch where everyone else was. 

the conversation with the other boys was short, as nico complained about wanting to change his clothes—something about being hot and sweaty. you closed the door behind you, watching as nico already started pulling his shirt off. this was something you’d never get tired of seeing. 

you sat down on nico’s bed, legs crossed, your eyes glued to him as he switched into a looser-fitting tank top before joining you. “i didn’t know all your friends were gonna be here,” you joked, playing with the rings on his fingers. 

“i didn’t know they were coming over… euijoo probably invited them,” he hummed, his eyes fluttering closed as he leaned most of his weight onto you. his head rested on your stomach while your fingers ran through his hair. 

“nico, you’re too heavy,” you whined in a teasing tone, dramatically dragging out your words.

“it’s the gains,” he laughed, lifting his head to meet your gaze, the playful glint in his eyes making it hard to think straight. 

“ew, don’t ever say that again,” you cringed, though your smile betrayed you. 

“you like it,” he teased, lifting himself above you. your back pressed against his mattress, his necklace dangling above you. it was moments like these that made you think this wasn’t one-sided. nico’s eyes drifted to your lips, and a slow smile spread across his face.

“i’m big,” he mumbled, his gaze flickering from your lips to the sheer fabric of your tank top where your bra peeked out.

“what?” you stuttered, confusion mixing with your racing heartbeat at his sudden boldness.

“i- my muscles!” he corrected quickly. a brief silence fell before laughter erupted from both of you, loud enough for euijoo to hear from the living room. 

there was a little pause between you two, a moment where you both felt the tension hanging in the air. you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t dreamed about this moment before, replaying it in your mind way too many times while your hand was between your thighs. you caught nico’s gaze lingering on your chest shamelessly. 

“my eyes are up here nico,” you murmured, a mix of embarrassment and excitement twisting your stomach as you subtly pressed your thighs together beneath him. 

“yeah?” he whispered, his breath warm against your skin as he leaned in closer. his muscles flexed just a bit while his other hand tugged at your shirt. pulling it down slightly, teasingly revealing the soft curve and lace of your pink bra. “i like this color,” he mumbled, his eyes showing an expression you’ve never seen before as they roamed over you. the fabric barely covered what was underneath.

“yeah… i know,” you responded, your heart racing and beating so loudly nico could probably hear it. you nodded, breath hitching slightly. 

“picked it just for me?” he asked, finally locking eyes with you. the way he looked at you was heavy with a desire unseen by you. it made your heart race even more, if it was even possible. you could barely breathe and think properly as he slowly licked his lips, each movement of his sending a thrill through you. usually, you were the one teasing him, enjoying the way he squirmed. but now the roles were reversed, and honestly, you loved it; this was a side of nico you’d only ever fantasized about.

a soft knock interrupted the moment. nico groaned, tilting his head slightly as his hair brushed against your chest. “what?” he snapped, his voice deeper and more frustrated than usual as he tugged the neck of your tank top back up. 

“we’re gonna go get food. do you guys wanna come with?” came a voice from outside the door, completely oblivious. you froze—it was k.

“no, we’re good.” nico’s voice was sharp, laced with irritation, and he didn’t break eye contact with you. that heated stare made your thighs press together again in a search for some kind of pleasure and relief. as you heard k’s footsteps retreat, the air between you two felt thicker than before. it was filled with the unsaid desire built up from all the years of your “friendship”.

⧽ nichoyn nation… WE’RE SO UP😭😭😭🤤🤤 fuma’s hating ass was #silenced… 😈 wow heh this chapter is short but i ofc had to feed everyone for nico’s bday week be fr. #domnico who’s with me??

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❝ ˑ 𓈒 𐔌 could've been a star, ͡꒱ ۫

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤbut it wasn't big enough ⟡ ݁₊ .❞

ⓘ not really,

ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤjupiter could’ve never been a star ⸝⸝⸝

⌞ our sun took the recourses and didn’t leave much in its wake⌝

❝ ◟♯ . / JUPITER isn’t a failure, . !

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ it’s a false of misguided hope, ᝰ.ᐟ

a personification of desparation ❞

Nicholas gets drunk and accidentally texts the one thing he's been hiding for years and you finally realize why he's been acting so weird.

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💌 text’s with fwb!Nicholas 💌

Nicholas x f!reader

warnings: very suggestive lol (MDNI!!), language, there’s 1 kys in there ok, friendly banter, petnames doll/baby/cutie/good girl, (friends with benefits never ends well btw :3), maki&jo mention :D

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author’s note: HAPPY BIRTHDAY WENO!!! guys I’m so burnt out I’m so sorry I haven’t been posting many fics. Honestly I create these texts and then reread them and delete coz I feel like they’re not up to scratch. I’m on break from work for 2 weeks starting Friday so hopefully I will be able to post a lot more!! Love u all enjoy!!

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idk if this is toooooo ddne territory but you mentioned intox soooo

maki does the scent gland thing when you're alone and he's in an unfair mood, when you're so sleepy and vulnerable that you skip the whole silent part and just start softly whining under your breath for a knot

BUT maki refuses to knot you cos he's sososo mean, leaving you curled up in his lap begging with big eyes that allllmost make him break (he can never refuse his omega)

Alpha Maki Anon I love you. This is actually pretty safe content-wise (tw for slight implied dubcon tho)

Fuuuuuuuuck though. You're already scent-drunk and giggling, your head tucked into his neck like it belongs there. That, combined with the haze of your rapidly-approaching heat, reduces your brain to the muddled state of just being. You're at your most primal here, and Maki knows it. That's the entire reason he shoved your face into his scent gland; your brain needs to float for a little bit.

Most primal can include many things: Biting more than usual, becoming more possessive. Sometimes you catch a whiff of something metallic and drool, mistaking it for blood. Now, though, you need your alpha — or, more specifically, his knot, inside you, now. The words leave you in soft, drunken babbles that have no trouble in reaching Maki's ears, and he laughs quietly to himself. He likes that you need him so badly in times like these, as weird as it may sound (You wouldn't get it. It's an alpha thing).

But, because he's Maki, he just has to give you a hard time about it.

"No," he says bluntly, keeping his eyes trained on his phone. "You don't need that right now. Try falling asleep."

You whine petulantly, your thighs shifting around his. It hurts, you tell him. You need him now, or you might start to vibrate in his lap.

The little shit just scruffs you gently. "You're not technically in heat right now. Cramps don't start for another few days."

You let out a growl that borders on pissed. His scent flares in response, sending you sagging against his chest (cheater). Finally, you manage to pull away and stare at him with the saddest, wettest eyes you can muster. He's a sucker for this look, and you know it. No alpha can stand seeing their mate upset.

pairing: hyung line x reader (k, fuma, nico, euijoo)

synopsis: why did you ever date him? no, a better question—why do you still care?

tags: exes au, angst, hurt/no comfort, implied smut, situationships, all the messy ex tropes

word count: 1.2k words

notes: some 18+ content! if u have any inkling as to what my inspo was for these, big bonus points for u :-)

𝜗ৎ: would it really hurt if you could just take a bite from a love that looked so sweet?

𝜗ৎ: kissing, biting, hickeys, fruit metaphors for the plot, denial (?), lowkey angsty/suggestive lmao, one sided love if you squint, might be poetic as fuck bear with me pls

and happy birthday jo !

"a grape that is not ripe yet." .⋆♱

"it's too early." jo stated.

the words were supposed to slice through your pride, to cut off the hope you had for him. but it didn't.

he was your first love, never you have ever looked at anyone else except him. as nobody made you feel the same way as he did.

however, waiting for him to fall for you back felt like reaching your hand out for a branch that had a grape swinging off the edge. it looked loose, but never fell.

you can extend your arm out as much as you can, tiptoe if you must, but it'll never land on your palm.

climb a ladder, but you fall from it first before you can manage to have a fruit on you. not even the grape, instead a berry. and you didn't like a berry.

yet if you forced your way to pick it out from the branch, you'll take a bite that'll taste bitter.

why? because it was still unripe. and it was meant to stay high up, away from your reach.

it was simply a love that you cannot grasp.

and from the wound that you had on your knee, caused by falling down the ladder only came to waste. all that pain for a sour grape.

and nobody liked eating anything sour.

because whoever would take a bite shall be stung by the tearful savor it gave.

"i never liked him anyway. he was sour. i only tricked myself into thinking he was sweet." you could deceive yourself. but you'd never believe your own lies.

you tried again—saying that anything sour can turn sweet in a matter of time.

and so you thought that the longer you wait, the sweeter it will turn out.

"but if i wait, will you let me?" you asked, boring your eyes through his.

a silence stretched in between the two of you, his gaze remained unreadable.

you didn't know tears glistened your eye.

too occupied by the question of "why?"

if another had already took a bite, why not her, too?

was waiting necessary?

was waiting really needed, or was it just an excuse to refuse?

if it were sour, then why let someone get a taste?

"if you want it so badly, then come get it." he dared, baring his neck over to you, exposing it. your eyes easily followed, narrowing your stare onto a place where your teeth longed to sink in.

as the fragile one you were, easily gave in into the temptation that presented itself.

you wrapped your hands over his nape, drawing him closer to you as your lips sealed over his skin.

his scent enveloped your nose, as you felt the taste of him spread along your tongue.

your teeth grazed over his pulse with a sense of need, as if searching for something more to lavish.

yet you found yourself feeling lacked. unsatisfied on what was served to you.

what you craved had already been bare to you, exposed to you, but you kept on searching for more. seeking something more than what was displayed.

you dug, desperately.

venturing all over, mouth flying across his skin in finding the desire that you knew, or thought was on him.

from your pressure and aggression, it marked him purple and blue. eyes widening as you saw the tattoos that you had created on him.

yet he just looked at you with those same soulless gaze.

the realization washed over you at last.

that over a mere fruit, only you were hurt. it was late for you to know, that you didn't want to bite the sourness he possessed.

not only it had made you cry, but it also lured you to hurt yourself instead.

as it was a love over a ladder. that on the last step before you grasped the fruit, you had already fell.

💭 info -> 2.2k - confession, kissing, bunch of intimate moments and descriptive language, unspoken love, description of kissing, fireworks + festival setting, strangers to lovers(?), love at first sight。·

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fiery blossoms against the dark velvet night sky, deafening booms that crackle through your ears.

the festival had already begun, a bustling crowd of locals clustering the crammed grounds.

wafts of cooked food, notably a heavy scent of freshly roasted meat, the aroma mixed with earthy green notes of mud.

the fresh breeze flowed in as a cold stream, palate-cleansing, light, airy— breaking away the looming scent from vendors.

you were new to town, arrived a few weeks before the major festival, you were told through the grapevine, “you don’t want to miss it”. so, despite the lack of unpacking that had been put to action, you pulled out your best clothes, tidied yourself up in what felt like forever, and put a gentle smile on your face.

if you walked around looking pathetic enough, it was bound for a local to take you under their wing, at least you hoped.

the moment your shoes dug into the mud, it hit in a brutal smack of reality, a deep wave of emotions that were once too hidden. with every crumbling spark in the sky, only then did it all settle in; that feeling burrowed itself, far and deep within your ribs. missing this same walk you would usually do at your local festival, but, only then you had friends and family as company, now you were alone. too alone. you missed the activities you’d accompany, catching small fish through thin nets, begging your dad to win you the last panda plushie like you life depended on the very stuffed animal.

not it was all empty, and eery, empty isolation that floated over you like a cloud.

your feet wandered, mind was fogged by every crackle that burst through the grounds, loud, booming, that never steadied, fire that held pride and freedom. eyes wandered farther than you could keep up, replaying the games you missed out on, chuckling to yourself about how “amazing” you were at others. it felt as if everything held its breath with you, resuming when you heavy chest fell once more. thoughts consumed you in a nasty, deep pull

it all snapped with a simple tug of your arm; the hands were gentle and warm, not a furious bite— too weak. like a stray cat’s cry for help.

your head snapped, a quick turn, darting to catch the person; your face met hers. a small old lady, aged wrinkles that etched into her soft, pale skin, a smile that met you in a friendly, loving hug. her lips cracked, stuttering over her words, shaky and frail, yet she spoke with such meaning.

she tugged at your arm again, breaking you head out of whatever world it was lost in. she held onto the flesh in a soft, gentle grip. her voice was soft. “you look lost.” a gentle giggle followed behind her words. “need some guidance, dear?” you wanted to say no, she wasn’t scary— maybe the furthest thing from it. but you were always told to never leave with strangers, even the nice old lady kind.

your heart was already heavy, and with one last ache it tore you towards her gentle nature. a soft, confused nod was all she needed, she pulled you along with her through the crammed festival grounds. you waved behind her like a pathetic flag in the wind, shaking with the cold breeze.

you told yourself it was the universe giving you a helping hand, a kind, gentle hands that held onto you like your mothers once did. every uncertainty was now erased by the comfort of her. she reassured you with every step, almost if they were your first.

the overwhelming noise set off that familiar ring in your ears, the kind that broke all other noise from your reach. just the blurry silence and image of you being dragged down the grounds.

she pulled you deeper through the festival, towards a small food stand that sat just near the outskirt flowing river, cupping the edge of the festival.

warm lights that shunned cold darkness, crackles that still festered through the curve of your ear, yet the stand was just quaint enough to keep you on your toes. she took her hands in a slow ghost, lightly rubbing your arm before letting go.

the stand was small, smoke wafted through the parted curtains. pops of colored, patterned fabric swaying through the air. that aromatic scent of cooked meat— steak, and pork heavily flowed in a heavy stream. the small chair she led you to planted outside sat unmoving, modern wood that pressed cold against your legs.

she briefly popped into the stand, inaudible chatter between her and a voice much deeper. when she returned she sat near you, patting your shoulder before making it to the cushioned chair across the table.

the river was steady, the watery flow reached your ears— gentle ripples that met through the interaction, brief; her voice was that of mice, buried behind the sharp sounds of festival goers, laughs that chuckled out of you before you caught her words.

she was kind, sweet like the scent of a bakery. yet, again, the time passed slowly, too slowly; your head ached to lie against a soft pillow. but you couldn’t be rude, no, of course not… the conversation flowed like the rivers water, slow, tranquil passings that felt too comforting.

her son jumped in before she could continue the next sentence. his voice was deep, delicate words that coated your ears like honey. the sound sent pleasant waves over your back, chills that prickled against your clothes. “mom— stop it… she probably wants to go home, stop holding her hostage.” he placed a warm cup in front of you, a leafy aroma of green tea leaves filling your nose.

he was tall, a lean slimness that extenuated his legs. his frame towered over you in an instant, height that swallowed your body whole.

his hair was a soft brown, strands that shined like silk under the dim lights. his face was youthful, soft, and gentle, features that deceivingly reduced him to a small puppy. a yukata draped over his body, a deep navy cotton fabric that engulfed him, wrapped just tight enough to show off his frame.

his moves were soft, rounded at the edges, just like his plush cheeks. his eyes met yours, all for your ears to hollow out, just the steady rhythm of your heartbeat hitting through you chest until he broke the tension. “don’t mind my mom, she just gets excited when new people come to town, especially loves dragging them to her stand.” he paused a smiley curling at his lips once again, “she says it's a good luck charm, whatever that means”. the final clink of the cup hit your ears.

he sat down beside you, gesturing out for the cup. “it's freshly brewed; my mom boiled the water before she set out to kidnap you.” a light giggle laced the ends of his words, soft-spoken sentences that melted your wary heart.

your nod hesitate before confidently bobbing along.

your body tensed throughout the night— pure intimidation of how handsome he was.

the words exchanged were short; conversations held never had much outcome. just banter that felt so friendly for strangers. the most you got out of it was his name, kei; it wrapped your tongue in every right way.

“you know, you two should swim in the river, it's said to clear you negative energy for the year” her voice was raspier, words choking through her dried, tired lips.

you didn’t question it, your heart ached in sorrow for her, too soft hearted to decline her request. even it went against everything your head told you not to do. kei’s eyes flickered to you, held a second longer then they should’ve. with a steady nod you get up.

“mom— she clearly doesn’t want to do something as stupid as your old folk tales..” he was stern, crossed his arms as he leaned against the chair.

you perked up immediately, “no, no, it’s okay really, i’d be more than glad to wash away the bad luck.” you chimed, voiced covered with admiration and reassurance.

he tilted his head, like a puppy ears his hair wave through the wind. “really?” it was both a genuine and mocking question. you nodded once more, “yeah?” tone too comfortable, banter that followed the same lines of playful friendship.

your feet moved before he could respond. feeling the cold breeze hit you once more. you hear his footsteps— kei trialed behind you.

it didn’t take long for him to lose the calmness, maybe it was the memories that brought it out. he jumped in a way that felt practiced, like he had done this many times before. it was sudden, he jolted before you eyes, pace faster than you could pick up.

“come on— don't be scared!!” he pulled you swiftly off your feet, keeping his grasp light around your arm, letting you float behind him like a kite in the breeze.

the riverside was empty, waves stilled in a peaceful, steady rock, letting just the sparks overhead reflect in a crystal-clear burst. your shoes kicked off to the side; he dragged you closer to the water, letting the cold water hit your toes first, submerging you deeper— in short baby steps.

the reflection light up your face, a bright white cast that caught his attention. his gaze fixed on your features under the lights, he fixed on your lips, soft, plush dusky rose that lured him in.

maybe it was just the resonance from the fireworks sitting in; the memories flooded through in a deep wave of grief.

nothing but the solace hugged you through the waist-deep water, a rocking motion that your body flowed along to. the moonlight hit every shadowed surface, refracting off the water, casting over your face.

the atmosphere was intimate. the air carried soft unspoken feelings that drifted in the water, circling around your waist until it was replaced by his hands.

calm and steady, a touch so gentle it barely snapped you out of your head.

he held you like a piece of a fragile shell, pulled you closer until your nose brushed his.

your eyes met; the soft brown glimmering light gazed back at you. “i thought you’d be cold…” he cleared his throat, words that poured out more anxiously. “if we cuddled together, it would warm you.”

he wasn’t lying; you had been shivering through the night, your thin clothes never held thick enough against your body. now his touch held you close, feeling the warmth from his body radiate onto you until your chests pressed together, his hands holding you lower back further against him.

the unspoken gazing stretched, silence that filled from booming fireworks overhead.

you closed your eyes, taking in the surroundings.

crackling fire bursting overhead, the cold water that fought his body heat, hands fisting the navy cotton of his clothes.

the small still lingered, a fatty pork carried through the breeze— now, with the intimacy you pick up on the intoxicating note if his perfume, fresh and cozy, light sparks of musk and spice mixed within.

it was unhurried and intimate, breaths that synced before you noticed, an endless rise of your chest in unison. as your eye lids flicker open you felt the warmth of his lips press your, soft, gentle. like he was too scared it'd hurt you.

his hair tickled you pinkish cheeks.

the pace built, once gentle now grew hungrier, not smashing against him, but nuzzling deeper into his lips like you’d been starved for days. the taste of his lips was sweet, tasting of light strawberry before the green tea hit. his hands darted to your head, cupping your jaw— the other tangling through your hair. his thumb brushed over the pointed bone of your jaw. nails grazing the back of your skull.

this kiss felt brief, even if it did last for decades, the moment he pulled back you felt the absence of his warm lips. craving for him to fall forward again.

eyes watching the gentle glow reflect off his soft lips, everything that once felt so heavy crumbled into a thin dust below your feet. the same feet that felt numbed from the frigid water.

the silence filled by the crickets, chirping and booming that dizzies you over and over.

you couldn’t hold back, smashing into him like your life depended on it. your breath rapidly grew as your thirst followed. his lips synced with your in a melody that was unpracticed, yet executed like it’d been down a thousand times.

the fire works continue, bursts that sparkled with you. waves slapped between your body’s.

his hands lowered to your back, pressing you hips deeper against his, until it all faded into a sobbing, blurry mess, your emotions poured out. he swallowed ever whimper, whether it be from your crying or arousal, he comforted you through everything.

when you pull back yet again it floods out, your trembling lips, back of your hands nudging against your wet cheeks, attempting to stop the flow of emotions from spilling out.

“i’m sorry… i’m just going through a rough time” you sobbed, soft, gentle sobs.

he shook his head, thumb brushing your tears away. “don’t apologize, i love you.” with the sudden confession your eyes met his, wet, glistening with the fireworks banging behind you.

in the moment it all came to a halt, just the booming petals falling behind his head. your heart beat louder, bangs that followed the intense pops from the fireworks. your heart cried out, body melting into his arms as he held you close. letting you sob into his chest.

colorful flames burning through the sky.

【 恋慕 】 ────── yudai knows he shouldn't want you like that, yet he can't stop himself.

𝐂𝐇𝒪𝐑𝐃⠀ ⌗⠀، yudai & f!reader ⠀ ✦◞ ⠀ age gap ⠀sugg ⠀ 1122 ⠀ ੭ꢆ ⠀ warns⠀ make-out ⠀ both are 20+ ⠀ ´ ᵕ ` ⠀ LIB?⠀ series

Yudai knew it was wrong the day he saw you differently, which was probably the day you entered their dorm for the first time. Taki, ever the happy-go-lucky soul, had introduced you as his friend to the group.

You fit in so naturally, that nobody noticed the shift at all. It started with something small- coming over after work to binge series- and it escalated to you coming over randomly, without being invited. No one ever complained, instead they all happily included you. Taki sometimes even joked how you should be the official tenth member.

Yudai always watched you from a distance, because it felt dangerous to get closer to you. You sometimes caught him stealing glances but each time he locked eyes you always looked away first. Every time your eyes locked there was some tight string of tension hanging in the air. It was impalpable, touches lingered too long, eyes met secretly and you and Yudai always danced around it.

You come over tonight too, Fuma opens the door with a big grin as he leads you in. Time passes really fast and before you know it is one in the morning. Euijoo shuts you down when you say you want to leave and he generously offers one of their rooms, saying they will manage.

Taki throws a sweatshirt towards you and you call it a night as everyone retires to their rooms.

It is late when you wake up with your throat feeling dry, and you reluctantly get up and walk towards the kitchen. You get yourself a glass of water and slowly sip it facing the counter. The cool breeze hits your bare legs under the big sweatshirt making you lightly shiver.

𝑔𝑒𝓃𝓇𝑒: historical smut, angst, melodrama, oneshot 𝓅𝒶𝒾𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔: long lost prince/courtesan! yixiang x informant! reader

𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓂𝑒 𝓈𝑜𝓃𝑔𝓈: will be back by im sunhae and destiny by lee sunhee.

SYNOPSIS: As the Emperor’s most trusted shadow and chief informant, you are dispatched to investigate a renowned Kagema* known only as the Midnight Camellia, the prized jewel of the black lotus, an infamous pleasure house (Kagema-jaya) * nestled in the heart of the red-light district.

There you encounter Yixiang, a Chinese immigrant of humble birth whose past has long been buried. Unbeknownst to him, a line of hidden clues suggest he may be the long-lost, illegitimate son of the late crown prince before the current emperor usurped the throne—a secret with the power to unsettle the throne itself.

TEASER CONTENTS: yixiang teaches the reader what an orgasm is and a couple of other things: includes fingering, thighfucking, insinuated virginity loss, sexual tension, and yixiang choking reader w his bicep during…activities ;) TEASER WC: 1,500 estimated wc: 11k+