>< Warnings Suggestive, Minors Dni 18+, Characters Aged Up To 20s, Established Relationship, Pda, Isagi

૮ ͈>◡< ͈ა warnings — suggestive, minors dni 18+, characters aged up to 20s, established relationship, pda, isagi just feeling you up in public, possession, manipulation (? kinda), fem!reader - i just wanted to write some cocky isagi again :(

idk i just… isagi likes that you adore him, he likes to show that off. you’re his precious little thing, you belong to him — and he loves that you think the world of him.

he knows what it’s like to win. to devour an opponent whole and crush their soul until it’s nothing but dust. but nothing could compare to the feeling of winning you over, having you pick him above everyone else. he can’t help but want to boast the fact to the world.

isagi knows how his teammates look at you, with wondering and jealous eyes when you bound up to him on the pitch and smack a wet kiss on his cheek. you’re so tiny when you press yourself up against him (he’s shot up since the start of the blue lock project), hands on his chest while you sing your praises to your boyfriend. ‘’m so proud of you ichi!’ followed by ‘you were so good out there!’

isagi knows that everyone’s watching when he grabs handfuls of your ass right then and there — leaning down to your height to press a chaste kiss to your lips. “can you say that again for me, precious?” he coos as your words lick at his ego, an air of cockiness blazing through him.

“yoichi…” you murmur hesitantly, your eyes shimmering with nervousness. “your friends are watching.”

isagi notes the daggers rin glares at your back, the way kunigami cracks his knuckles and kaiser rolls his shoulders. they should be jealous. of isagi and of you.

“c’mon baby, just one time. you know what i like to hear.”

he’s teething on your lower lip, pulling you flush against him because isagi likes dangling his precious gem in front of his friends like a carrot in front of a horse. letting them know that he’s on a whole other level to them. above them. where only the best can get the unattainable. only the best can get you.

“please baby, tell me one more time?” he goads you with innocent ocean eyes — slightly hazy from the thought of your praise.

“you’re the best yoichi, no one is better than you.” you stutter out, lips pushed into a sweet pout that just makes him want to devour you until there’s not a trace of you left.

someone curses not too far off from your side, either pissed off at how much you praise blue lock’s star player or how lucky he is to have a loyal little thing like you — one that clings onto yoichi’s every word like it’s the truth. he notices you wavering, flipping between shrinking away from your boyfriend to avoid riling up his teammates and asking for a kiss.

so cute, so loyal. like a puppy dog. “c’mere precious,” isagi’s voice dips an octave, his tone sultry with a tune taken straight out of the pied piper’s book. you let him man handle you closer, squish your cheeks between a finger and his thumb before he tilts your gaze up to meet his. “keep looking at me, only me, okay precious?” it’s more like a command than a question but your head nods along of its own accord. “i’m the only one you cheer for, got it?”

“you’re the only one i want to cheer for. you’re the only one i want to win, ‘ichi!” you squeak, saliva pooling on your tongue as he entices you with a kiss.

you sing his praises and they go straight to isagi’s head, inflating his ego much to the dismay of the other blue lock boys. “such a good girl, all for me, yeah?” he breaths, sealing the deal by pressing his lips to yours — tongue prodding at them so you open up, let him have his heated way with you.

and as expected, you trip over your own feet to have more of isagi, desperate to taste him before practice resumes. the others scoff and roll their eyes… jealous because isagi is the centre of your world, your everything and the very idea of that makes him a monster on the field.

bite me? — lee heeseung

pairing: bf!heeseung x gn!reader (but they’re dressed as an angel (barely described so idk??)

synopsis: heeseung’s dressed up as a vampire for halloween and maybe he got too invested in his role?

warnings: mentions of biting and kissing, established relationship wordcount: 414 words

note: these images don’t even match but i gen got tired of finding ones that do LMAOO // wrote this while listening to bite me I might make more drabbles or fics based off of dark blood songs... its fun

October 31st was a day you both enjoyed. Dressing up as mythical or real creatures even occupations to attend the annual school Halloween fest always brought joy in your system.

“Are you done in there?” You asked while lightly knocking on Heeseung’s bedroom door. “One second, I have one more thing to add.” His muffled voice spoke on the other end. You sighed and adjusted your wings and halo above your head out of discomfort.

You’d be lying if you said the material wasn’t the terrible itchy kind. “Okay, I’m finished!” Heeseung cheered while exiting his room. You looked up from his shoes and was met with his pale face.

“Look,” he said while lifting his upper lip to show you an up-close of his fangs. “Is that what took you so long?” You asked and he nodded. “I have to make it convincible, you know?” He joked as you chuckled. 

He was dressed in a vampire costume, cloak dragging on the carpeted floor, pale skin with red contacts in his eyes to add more detail. “To be honest, you suit the look of a vampire.” You complimented as he smirked slyly. 

“I know, thanks though.” He teased as you playfully rolled your eyes in return. You turned on your pivot foot prepared to walk downstairs to bid farewell to his family members but was stopped by the sudden hold of your wrist, causing you to turn back around.

“Before we go…” He started as you tilted your head in curiosity. “How about you come give me a kiss and I’ll bite you in return?” He joked as you grimaced at his words. “Bite me? I think you’re too invested in this vampire role.” You said as he sighed.

“Just a little bit?” He asked as you shook your head, “More like a lot.” You proceeded to walk down the case of stairs with a pouting and offended Heeseung trailing behind you. “Okay, but what about a kiss? Just one—a small peck even!” He begged but you shook your head. 

“Maybe later. We’re going to be late. Our friends are probably waiting for us outside.” You switched the topic as his pout turned into a frown. “Fine… Bye mother, father, and brother.” He waved as they did the same. 

His brother laughed at his state; he looked like his dreams were just crushed right in front of him. All this because you wouldn’t give him a kiss? 

He must’ve been crazy for you.

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just like you

pairing: ex!hyunjin x reader

genre: smut, angst, one-shot

wc: 3.7k

synopsis: you’re trying to move on from your toxic ex boyfriend when you run into him at the club—only to find out that he has a brand new girlfriend that looks just like you

warnings: toxic behavior, possessiveness, degrading language, cursing, jealousy, unprotected sex, oral sex, dom!hyunjin, idk it’s just messy and toxic lol

The lights are dim, a sultry red, the air is thick with lust. Intertwining figures and colliding bodies crowd your vision as you sip on your third drink of the night, the spirit inside the glass doing nothing to enhance yours.

You’re bored.

It’s Friday and you came to the club looking to get a little drunk and have a little fun. You deserve some after all, especially after Hyunjin. You swore to him that you’d be happier without him when you ended things. Maybe it was a lie at first, but you are determined to make it your reality. And for the most part, it was.

You are free to do as you please, free from the arguments, free from his jealousy. No longer suffocating from the tight grip that the relationship had around your throat. Now you can breathe.

A lot of guys gave you their attention, many much sweeter than him. You enjoyed their affections and frequently indulged in their tender care, but you quickly turned disinterested. Truthfully, you didn’t want sweet, you want fun.

You’re bored.

Staring out onto the dance floor as some sleazy guy chatted you up by the bar, you gaze aimlessly, trying to find anything that could distract from the buzzing in your ear. Some are dancing, some are kissing, touching, some are even crying. The venue is packed to the brim. It’s almost impossible to differentiate the faces that flood the room, but his was unmistakable.

You spot Hyunjin in the middle of the crowd. His hair is messy, eyes hooded, lips quirked, as cocky as ever. Beads of sweat adorn his skin, glistening under the lights. He’s dancing with a girl.

A girl that looks just like you.

It was as if he exchanged you for clone. As if he sought out your doppelgänger, a carbon copy to replace you. She was the same height, had the same hair, wore the same clothes. Everything was just like you.

But she wasn’t you, and Hyunjin knew this.

Yet, she was close enough and doted on him greatly. Showering him with love and affection—something you never did.

Granted, she wasn’t as sharp witted and not nearly as fun. She doesn’t really understand his humor nor his aspirations. But when the lights are dim while they’re having sex…it almost looks like it’s you he’s fucking.

It’s fucked up, Hyunjin knows this. But you decided cut him out of your life, so he had no other choice. This was the next best option. He resorted to going through the motions, doing what feels good in the moment, not really thinking about the implications or consequences.

Hyunjin was never the type to plan things out anyways, always acting on impulse. It was one of the main reasons you broke up. He couldn’t be the dependable, poised boyfriend you wanted him to be. He was unpredictable, and so, so jealous.

His jealousy stemmed from his uncontrollable passion for you—love, as he called it. He loved you so much that he couldn’t stand letting other men be around you. He wanted to be the only man you needed. His twisted possessive tendencies frequently caused him to lash out—but it was all out of love.

Emotions constantly ran high between you two. One day he would praise you like a queen, and the next argue with you like you’re his worst enemy. Both scenarios always led to passionate sex at the end of the night. The kind of lovemaking that kept you tied to each other. The kind that drowned you in so much intensity that you couldn’t tell if it was love or hate. The kind that drove you mad while keeping you sane.

It was a toxic cycle. You knew it was unhealthy and that’s why you left. It was for the best that you both find different people, but clearly, Hyunjin refused to change his ways.

Seeing him with his copycat girlfriend made you scoff. Stubbornness was a trait you both shared, but seeing his pitiful attempt to move on from your relationship made you roll your eyes to the back of your head. At least you weren’t miserable enough to find his look-alike to string along and act as a substitute Hyunjin. No, you can do so much better.

You turn around to order another drink, less than amused by what you’ve seen and craving some form of entertainment. A few minutes pass and you’re just about finished with your glass, still barely buzzed, when your attention diverts to a hand on your shoulder.

“Babe, don’t disappear like that again. I just spent the last ten minutes looking for y—“

Hyunjin freezes when he realizes who he has mistaken for his girlfriend.

Looks like the entertainment found you tonight.

“Still a possessive asshole, aren’t you?” You lean against the bar, a smirk on your face. “And you really chose a girl who looks so much like me that you can’t tell the difference? Pathetic.”

Hyunjin lets out a chuckle, but his eyes glare at you with annoyance. “You’re truly conceited if you think I’m trying to find you in the girls I date.”

It’s impossible for Hyunjin to find another who fulfills all of what you are to him. But he’d never admit that to you.

“And you’re truly delusional if you don’t think that girl is basically my twin.” You scoff, his smug attitude hitting your nerves and pissing you off in a special way that only he can.

“You wish you were her twin. She’s hotter than you, more caring,” He clicks his tongue. “And gives better head.”

You knew his last comment was a boldfaced lie. Hyunjin was a slave to your blowjobs and never failed to express how much he loved fucking your mouth, how it was the best head he’s ever gotten. It’s one of the things that made you swell with pride—to see him writhe with endless pleasure as you took him in, licked him sloppily and sucked him clean.

Hyunjin purposefully said it to get under your skin. You knew it too. So you make your move to get under his.

“Is that so?” You murmur, closing the distance. “Does she know how you like it?”

Hyunjin stiffens when you approach him. You’re inches from his chest, head tilted back, looking at him inquisitively as he gazes back with clouded eyes, cryptic emotion brewing behind his pupils.

“Does she know how much you enjoy getting your dick deep-throated? How you love it when I kiss the tip before taking you all in?”

You pause, leaving your mouth parted to give him a view of what he’s missing. Hyunjin gulps as he stares at your plush lips, your wet tongue sitting so nicely in your mouth.

“How much it turns you on to see my eyes roll back and watch the saliva drip down my neck? How good it feels when it hits the back of my throat and how I never stop sucking you off until every last drop of your cum is drained?”

You place a hand on his shoulder, lightly brushing against his skin as you slide it down his chest, lingering on his stomach right above his waistline. Hyunjin shudders at the contact, jaw clenched as he strains to keep his composure. Everything you said is exactly what he’s been trying to forget, yet desires so badly.

“I bet she doesn’t fuck you like I do. Messily, desperately, insatiable, like a pornstar.” You hum in his ear. “I always ride you so well, don’t I?”

Hyunjin’s lust is currently in a battle with his pride to decide which will succeed in overtaking his next actions. His mind urges him not to give in to his primal instincts to bend you over and fuck you into oblivion—despite the tent growing in his pants.

“C’mon baby, just tell me that you miss me. I bet you’d rather take me home tonight and remind me how good that dick feels.” Your fingers dance along his belt, tugging at the loops.

“Don’t you miss me, Jinnie?”

“Fuck. Miss you so bad.” He grunts as you pull back, forcing his groin against yours. He lowers his face, mere centimeters from yours. “Wanna fuck you so bad.”

You smile as you gaze at his face, his eyes are glazed and lips hungry, searching for yours. When Hyunjin dives in for a kiss, ready to devour you whole, you push him away, making him stumble backwards, dazed and frustrated by your antics.

“I might be petty, but I’m not gonna stoop that low.” With a sly grin, you point to his boner. “Have fun explaining that to your girlfriend though.”

Without a second glance, you turn and walk away. The sound of a distant argument hits your ears as you exit the club, bringing a satisfied smile to your face. It might’ve been a shallow fight, but you won this one. You’re pleased knowing that you’ve successfully beat Hyunjin at his own game. Though, if you had stayed a moment longer, he might’ve noticed your flushed cheeks and trembling thighs.

No matter how much you hate him, Hyunjin never fails to affect you. His mere presence brings shockwaves to your core, especially when he looks at you like that—like you’re the object of his most sensual desires.

You shake off your fluster during the ride home, cooling off in the shower once you reach your apartment, calming your nerves before climbing into bed.

But you can’t sleep.

The excitement from being so close to him won’t wash off of you. You’ve been horny since you saw him in the club, and whether you want to admit it or not, you missed him too.

Taking matters into your own hands, you slip off your pajama bottoms and begin touching yourself over your panties, rubbing circles against the fabric, imagining it was Hyunjin’s fingers instead. Just as you approached an orgasm, a heavy fist raps against the door, throwing you off of your high.

You stagger out of bed, frazzled and irritated at whoever was knocking at your door at this hour. You’re shocked when you see Hyunjin’s figure through the peephole, distressed as he continues slamming his fist against the wood.

Carefully, you crack the door open just enough to show your face and ask him what the hell he was doing here.

“Don’t you want to finish our conversation?” He taps his foot, annoyed. “C’mon baby, just let me in. I’m not a stranger to this place.”

Reluctantly, you allow him to enter. Hyunjin immediately makes himself at home, grabbing a water bottle from the fridge, leaning against the kitchen cabinets as he gulps it down.

“She gave me an earful, thanks to you.” He gripes.

You cross your arms in annoyance. “So what, you came here just to complain?”

“I came here because you’re going to finish what you started.”

Hyunjin sets the bottle down and approaches you. His figure looms over yours, engulfing you with his shadow. He looks angry yet his touch is gentle when he places a hand on your waist. You tense under his touch but don’t flinch.

“You must be deaf, because I told you it’s not happening. Go back to your girlfriend and maybe just squint and pretend she’s me.” You scoff, brushing his hand off of you.

Your attempt to get him to back off only draws him closer, his chest almost pressed to yours.

“She’s not my girlfriend any more.” He rolls his eyes. “So you can drop the self-righteous act and get what you’ve been waiting for all night.”

You pause for a moment, soaking in the revelation that Hyunjin and his girlfriend just broke up. Was it because of you? Is it fucked up that you feel a bit proud? It fuels your ego to know that you still have him wrapped around your finger, though it shouldn’t matter to you anymore. Maybe Hyunjin couldn’t resist you, but that doesn’t mean you should give in to him. It’s not like you want him back.

“What makes you think that I want you?”

You try to stand your ground, but your footing is shaken when he throws his head back to laugh, combing a hand through his hair as he watches you, amused. He always looked gorgeous when he acted cocky. You hated it.

“The way you looked at me in the club. The way you can’t seem to make eye contact with me now. Scared you might give in too easily?”

“I’m not scared of you.”

“Then look at me, darling.” Hyunjin lifts your chin towards him. “You don’t have to act coy. Tell me what you want. You know I can make you feel good.”

You scoff, turning your head away, but he forces your gaze back on him.

“C’mon baby, don’t play those games. I’m starting to get impatient and I’m not afraid to admit that I want to fuck your brains out tonight.” He brings your face closer to his. “Just like old times, hmm? Make you cum for me three, four times? How’s that sound?”

Hyunjin smirks as he hovers over you, eyes roaming your body, wandering over all the spots he plans to touch, kiss and fuck. You can’t help but envision how good his lips would feel on your neck as you stare at them, plump right in front of you.

“Sounds like a load of bullshit.” You refuse to concede to him, to your own desires. “You’re a fool if you think you’re capable of that.”

“Don’t test me, sweetheart. I’ll make you eat your words.”

You’ve provoked him far enough. Now Hyunjin is determined to put you in your place. And he plans to do so by giving you the best sex of your life, sex that’ll have you begging him to stay, sex that’ll make you never even consider fucking another man besides him again.

He starts feeling up your leg, fingers drifting over your bare skin, sending shivers through your body. They linger between your thighs, caressing the supple surface before sliding over your core, brushing against your soaked panties.

Hyunjin smiles once he feels how wet you are, a surge of pride flowing through his veins and straight to his cock. It pleases him to know that he still has this effect on you, and the thought turns him on.

He lowers his head to your ear, whispering. “Even if you won’t admit it, your body still responds to me the same way.”

Slowly stroking you through your panties, his fingers become wet with every touch. “C’mon baby, all you have to do is ask and I’ll make you feel real good.”

You’re dripping at this point, completely defenseless in the palm of his hand. The knot in your stomach only grows tighter.

“Please.” You mumble, lips turned down into a frown yet your eyes are begging.

At the sound of your plea, Hyunjin slips his hand underneath the fabric and begins fingering you, feverishly kissing you while he rubs your clit.

You moan into his mouth, unable to restrain your want for him any longer. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum soon.”

Though he’s normally the type to tease you a bit before letting you cum, Hyunjin is desperate to touch you right now. He’s too swept up in his desire to give you fireworks that his movements don’t cease for a minute, accelerating your approaching orgasm. He kisses you sloppily as he continues his work on your pussy. A cacophony of moans and squelching fills the room as you reach your high, gripping onto his arms as you cum on his fingers.

Satisfied with the mess he made of you, Hyunjin commands you to get on your knees. He unzips his pants, pulling out his hard cock as you obey his orders and kneel down before him.

“Open up sweetheart, use this mouth for what it was made for—taking in my cock.”

He presses the tip against your lips, studying you with intense focus.

“You told me how good you are at using it—why don’t you prove it to me?”

Hyunjin goes crazy for your blowjobs, and though it appears that he’s the one in control of this situation, you know he’ll be at your mercy once you start sucking him off. So you turn the tides, staring directly into his eyes as you plant a wet kiss on the tip—just how he likes it—before taking him in, inch by inch.

Hyunjin shudders at the sensation, reveling in the feeling of his cock in your mouth. It’s a feeling he’s missed dearly. Nothing really compares to your warm, wet tongue coating his dick with saliva combined with the image of you on your knees, eyes watering as you suck him off like a good little slut.

He lets out a moan as he starts thrusting into your mouth, growing needy and impatient. Tears stream down your face when he hits the back of your throat, causing you to gag on his cock.

“Fuck that feels so good.” Hyunjin grunts. “Such a good slut for me. You always are.”

Before he completely loses himself, he pulls your hair back, freeing his dick from your mouth before he cums. You wipe the drool from the corner of your lips, looking up at him with a smirk.

“What? Scared you’ll cum too fast?” You challenge.

“Oh I’ll make sure to fill you up with plenty of my cum later, darling.” He pulls you to your feet. “But gotta make sure you remember how good I fuck you first.”

Hyunjin spins you around, pinning you to the wall. He whispers in your ear as he strips your panties off, lining up his cock at your entrance.

“How many guys did you fuck while I was gone?”

“None of your fucking business.”

He slaps a hand to your ass, making you yelp. His fingers move to your core, rubbing circles, making sure you’re wet enough for him—you are. Once you’re all prepped to take him in, Hyunjin slips his cock into your pussy in a single motion, garnering a lewd moan from you.

He starts fucking you—hard. Ramming his dick into you deep, just how you like it.

“Were any of them better than me?” He growls.

The thought of another man making you feel good, touching you—even looking at you got him fuming. No one gets the privilege of seeing you naked like this but him. No one gets to touch your pussy but him.

Between his thrusts, you manage to get some words out. “The Hyunjin I know wouldn’t ask something so insecure.”

He gives you a hard thrust, making you whine. “Answer me.”

“I think you know.” You glare at him.

“Tell me then. Say it.” He snaps.

“Make me.”

Hyunjin turns you around so that you’re facing him. He lifts your leg, spreading you wide so that he can fuck you deeper. He’s pissed off, fucking you angrily, fucking you hard enough to make the attitude go away, until you’re rendered a whimpering mess, a mindless whore for his cock.

You’re crying, the pleasure of his dick hitting you repeatedly is overwhelming. You’re at your limit. But just as you approach your high, he slips out of you. Pinning your arms on the wall above your head, he brings his face close to yours, staring you in the eyes.

“Say how good I fuck you or you’re not cumming.” He threatens.

“Fuck, Hyunjin, please just—“

“Say it.”

“You fuck me so good.” You cry, desperate to do anything to make him keep fucking you.

He smiles, planting a soft kiss on your lips.

“Am I the best fuck you’ve ever had?”

You nod, tears falling down your flushed cheeks.

“And no other guys have ever, nor will ever, fuck you as good as me?”

You frantically bob your head.

“Use your words.”

“N-no one can fuck me as good as you, Jinnie.” You sniffle.

“Good girl.” He smiles.

Finally, he begins fucking you again, this time not holding anything back. He gives it to you hard, gives you everything he has. Hyunjin doesn’t stop fucking you even when you scream with pleasure, the ecstasy from your orgasm causing your body to shake under his grip.

“Fuck, I missed this pussy.” Hyunjin’s movements start to falter, his motion unsteady. “So good for me. Always so good.”

He’s going to cum soon and so are you. You’re a babbling mess, barely recovered from your last orgasm yet about to cum for him again.

“I love you, darling. You know that don’t you?” Hyunjin presses his forehead to yours, his sweat dripping onto your skin.

“I love you so fucking much. Can’t you see that? I get jealous because I love you. Because you’re mine.”

He’s on the brink of tears as he professes his love for you. Why don’t you get it? Everything he every did, every hurtful thing he ever said was only because he didn’t know how else to control his love for you. He wants you so bad. He needs you in order to function.

“Tell me you love me too.”

Hyunjin looks down at you sternly, eager to hear the words slip out of your mouth. He needs to hear them. He’ll die if he doesn’t.

“L-love you.” You whimper, exhausted and dazed. “So much.”

Your confession sends him over the edge. Hyunjin cums once he hears you say it—that you love him too. He knows you do, that’s why he never truly moved on after you left him. Because in his mind, you were never really gone. You were always his.

As you come down from your highs, Hyunjin doesn’t let you leave his arms, holding you close, kissing you all over as if to mark his territory on every inch of your skin.

“I knew you wanted me too. Just had to fuck it out of you.” He chuckles as he releases you from his grasp.

You remove yourself from his hold and glare at him. “Shut it, Hyunjin. This is the last time that this will ever happen.”

“Oh yeah? Let’s see if that holds true tomorrow morning.”

Before you can form a rebuttal, Hyunjin heads to your bedroom, a devilish grin on his face. He’s already gotten what he needed out of you and now that he knows he can have you, he’s never going to let you go again. Besides, there’s no one else like you in this world. No one for him but you.

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⋆·˚ ༘ * princess treatment ⋆·˚ ༘ *

hwang hyunjin x reader

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cw: fingering, pet names (princess, pretty girl), slightly bratty reader, unprotected sex (don't do it!!), finishing inside

you drop your bags on the floor as soon as you arrive home. it was so late already, everything felt so cold and so stingy outside, everything felt burdensome. but when you let out a sigh and your lungs are filled with his cologne, nothing else matters and everything is warm and soft again, "missed you so much, princess," he murmurs against your hair.

you don't say anything, and just let his arms envelop you and his warmth makes everything better, "have you eaten yet?"

"no, are you hungry?"

you shake your head, too comfortable within his hold, "'m tired."

hyunjin kisses the top of your head, walking backwards and leading you to the bathroom, "let's shower?", your boyfriend grins when you shake your head again, "i'll wash your hair, how about that? just relax."

"want to be next to you."

he momentarily parts from the embrace, stripping from his clothes and doing the same for you while you maintain your eyelids closed from drowsiness. his hands slipped to take yours and guide you carefully to the shower, thumbs so carefully tracing soft patterns in your palms and the water freshening your hair, face and body. "how was your day, princess? tell me everything."

hyunjin kept his voice low despite the moderately loud noise of running water, whispering in your ear while he cleaned your face.

"tiring. so tiring, jinnie. can you believe i had to run around for my boss to later discover that i could've sent an email? and i was in heels!" with your closed eyes you couldn't see his fond smile, only to feel the pads of his fingers working in circular motions to spread the cleansing oil to your face.

"that's so terrible, baby! you were in heels!" delicately placing your face under the water, he removes the product and starts working on the next step of your routine, "what's after the cleansing oil?"

"scrubbing," your dramatic sigh makes him smile again as he opens up the purple bottle, "you should have it sorted by now, jinnie." he pecks your lips rapidly, "you're so demanding, princess."

"anyways, can you believe that weird guy from hr is still dating? and his girlfriend is so pretty, too. i don't understand how a creepy guy got lucky with such a cute girl."

your nails rake up his toned torso as he scrubs gently and just as softly takes the product off, "he's so weird. isn't he that guy who tried to make everyone join that pyramid scheme?"

"and he kept saying it wasn't a pyramid scheme! i mean, it clearly- jinnie, baby, toner is next." you abruptly open your eyes to see him adoringly gazing at you, "what are you looking at?"

"you're so pretty. my pretty, pretty princess" gushing over you, he glues his body to yours again and presses a peaceful kiss to your lips. you claw your nails into his back, not wanting to let him go now that you felt him, "keep next to me."

the next kiss is searing, your back is pressed against the cold tiles and his tongue is hot inside your mouth. it's hard to breathe and, honestly, you don't want to breathe anything that's not him. it's slow and deep, his body melts into yours and suddenly you're one, too indulged to the feeling of his hardening bulge against your upper thigh and the throbbing in between your legs.

"jinnie," a wail leaves your lips as he parts to grab the bottle of shampoo with a humorous grin on his face.

"i need to finish cleaning my princess. we can't leave without a clean hair, right?" he turns your back to him, one hand massaging your scalp while distributing the product on it and the other softly touching your hips, tracing sluggish patterns that gradually approach where you need him.

"i'll get dirty again, jinnie, just fuck me already."

he washes it off and moves on to the next step before glueing his lips to your neck, "can't you just relax? you were so tense when you arrived."

"but now i need you to fuck me!"

you feel his fingers petting your slit and then gliding your arousal to your entrance, thrusting in a luscious movement to hear not only your heavy breathing but also the lewd noises from your soaked cunt, "i spoil you too much, right?" he sighs, nipping your jawline, a fake disappointment in his face and you know it's just an act, "i can't do nothing about it, you're my princess. i always give in to my princess' wishes. can you be good to me while i finish off your hair? then i'll make you relax and fuck you just the way you like it."

your nods are accompanied by rubbing your thighs together, grinding on his hand that oh so slowly allows you to chase your high. "keep talking about the hr guy, it's gonna take a while."

"he tried to call his girlfriend in the middle of- jinnie," you manage to croak out while his fingers massage your engorged clit and his lips suck the exposed skin of your neck, heat consuming all of your body as his rhythm increases. "keep going."

"in the middle of her meeting. it was so- fuck. it was so sad to see her trying to justify her annoying boyfriend's behaviour."

"he seems to be such an asshole." you nod and throw your head back into his chest, his hitting a spongy spot inside of you while his thumb teases the same spot from before, teeth digging in your flesh, "tell me more about your day."

"the taxi driver was okay, and the food was fine," a cry comes from your lips as you feel him speeding up and licking every inch of your skin he could reach, "jinnie, keep going."

"does it feel that good? is my princess satisfied?"

you gasp and purr, your hand coming to fondle your breast as the other captures his wrist to keep it in place as a desperate plea for him to make you cum. it was such a stunning scene to him, his princess aching for him, he could paint hundreds of canvases inspired by this moment alone.

your eyes rolled back and your mouth fell open, convulsing and purring as you suddenly came around his fingers. hyunjin fucks his tongue into a feverish kiss as you moan into his mouth, oversensitivity getting to you, "that's it, my pretty girl. you did so well. you're so good to me, always doing what i ask you to. feeling good, mhm?"

he takes his fingers from your cunt and plunges them to your lips, making you clean them up and kissing you again, "did so good for me, let's take this out of your hair?"

your lovestruck smile has him smirking, soft and hazy eyes following him as he massages your hair and finishes cleaning it. "you're so nice to me, jinnie."

he wraps you into a towel and pats dry your skin, applying your toner, serum, essence and moisturizer, "feeling all clean? smelling good?" you nod and he gives you a satisfied smile, "let's go, then."

you lay down in the bed, sleep and tiredness catching up on you but anticipatory eyes boring into his as you take off your towel and drop it off on the ground. hyunjin gets your body moisturizer and oils, beaming as he sees your gorgeous figure and glowing face waiting for him. he would do anything for you.

"lay on your stomach, princess."

"but i want to see you."

"i want you to relax. i'll be right here."

"promise?"

"always."

you switch positions and hear the rustling of the bottles. hyunjin slowly glides his hands up and down your back, pressing against your muscles and applying pressure to every knot. he rubs more oil in difficult areas that make you squirm in discomfort, easing the hurt while whispering sweet nothings in your ears, "you're taking it so well. so brave. it must hurt so much. all this stress isn't good for you."

"i should just leave my job, jinnie."

"you should, i can support you." his long hair gets in his way and he stops, "and i'm being serious."

you're almost giving in to sleep by now, his smooth voice coaxing and lulling you to relax profoundly as the movements resume, "mhm, sure you are."

he moves to your upper thighs, kneading the flesh with more want than expected, "i am. i'm ready to support you if you need- no if you want."

"jinnie, i can work, i'm just a little stressed out."

he accidentally brushes his fingers on your sensitive slit, earning a dreamy sigh from you. your boyfriend tries the same movement again, with more certainty while the other hand keeps rubbing your body, "you can work, but i don't want you to get hurt because of it."

"baby, i'm fine, i swear- that feels so good, jinnie" your purring sounds make him continue his teasing. "can i fuck you, princess?"

you sleepily nod, eyelids heavy with both pleasure and exhaustion. hyunjin brings a pillow to beneath your hips, giving them some leverage so that you wouldn't have to make a single move. "you're fine, but you walked in heels all day. that's dangerous, your ankles-"

"jinnie, so many people do this every day."

his fingers stretch you once again, sliding in easily into your soaked pussy. once he's satisfied, he slowly dives into you. your warm and tight cunt clenches around him perfectly, a drawn-out groan coming from his lips as he desperately attempts to keep massaging your back. anything for his princess to feel relaxed. "you're not like all of them."

he's filling you so deeply, it feels so complete to have him like this. his tender hands travelling down your back as he passionately pounds into you, your arousal dripping down your thighs and into the pillow, the friction against your clit delicious as he tries to make you relax.

hyunjin bites back and moans next to your ear, you can hear all the whimpers and hitched breaths, your eyebrows knitted together in need as he brings your face back just to kiss him. it's a messy kiss, the grinding and clenching making it hard for him to concentrate. it all felt intoxicatingly right - how full you felt, how your fingers travelled to your clit to apply the same pressure as one of his hands did to your back and the other to your neck, how his whimpers complemented your high-pitched sobs.

his frantic pace and dripping wet kisses are a dead giveaway of his high approaching, your pussy clenching feverishly around him and your stuttered begs becoming even more incomprehensible.

"you're so good to me, princess. so pretty- such a pretty pussy. such a cute face. my princess- you're mine, right? i'm yours. fuck, you feel so fucking good, so tight." his hips stills as you feel his warm cum filling you, the gorgeous groan that rumbled in his chest became a whine as he softened inside you, your squirming and clenching announcing your own peak.

your hands claw the sheets and a breathless gasp comes out as you shiver and arch your back, eyes shut so tightly that you can't see for a few seconds. hyunjin kisses your shoulders lovingly as you calm down, "that's it. feeling good? are you sleepy, yeah? fuck, i love you so much. i want you around all the time."

turning around and discarding the pillow, you encircle your arms around his neck, "i love you, jinnie. i'm not leaving my job, though."

"you should. my princess shouldn't have to work."

"mhm, what if you get bored of me? then i'll have no work and no boyfriend."

"you should marry me, then."

"i'll take it. still won't leave my work."

"i'll never get bored of you, princess" he smiles at you, plush lips kissing your cheeks, "let's clean you up. you have to tell me about the weird hr guy. couldn't understand you."

boyfriends who are enamoured by you.

can’t disobey a thing you say, just in case you pout and whine (they love it when you do but they can’t let others see, can they? what if someone wants to whisk you away? no, that sight is for them only when they’re fucking you stupid.)

boyfriends who drop everything to do as you ask, “can you hold my bag? can you leave your friends n come give me a ride? can you lemme sit in ur lap all day??? can you come over and eat me out? can you give me a head pat? can you buy this game for me?” before you even finish your sentence it’s done <333

my favourite type of bf!!! they listen so well and are so obsessed with you!!! grabs their phone the moment it buzzes just in case it’s a text from you!!

“this lecture is so boring… do you wanna make out in the bathroom? it’s room30A.”

doesn’t matter if he’s studying for exams or with his classmates for a groups assignment, he’s packing up with an excuse and rushing over with a boner just for you <3

‘m thinking albedo, childe, xiao, kazuha, scaramouche, thoma, itto, lyney !!! which other genshin boy is like this? let me know.

dark content blog warning!!! 18+ only, minors don’t interact.

Dying thinking about gojo literally pinning and hardcore simping for reader, literally showering reader in praise, flattery and gifts because he no longer gives a damn about hiding his feelings, almost proposing to reader whenever he can and reader's just... completely clueless about it💀 and she thinks it's just gojo being friendly. Poor man would be absolutely devastated when he goes one day "[name] i'm in love with you" and she just goes "me too, i love all my friends!" 💀

she loves me, she loves me not! — gojo satoru x fem!reader

contents. fluff, lovesick!gojo (what’s new), highschool!gojo, he’s pathetic but in love your honor, oblivious!reader, ooc gojo i got carried away soz

notes. anon, when i first read your ask i literally started giggling and kicking my feet. that. is. so. gojo coded.

“please reject gojo and put him out of his misery,” utahime implored, taking hold of both of your hands. you think she’s asking, no, begging you to. beside her, shoko nods vigorously. 

“but why?” you furrow your eyebrows, perplexed by their sudden request. “i can’t reject someone who doesn’t like me.”

shoko giggles at your comment. her laughter only wanes when she notices the dead serious look on your face. “... you seriously have no idea what we’re talking about?”

“not really,” you shrug, criss-crossing your legs to find some comfort on the hard wooden floor in shoko’s small dorm. it was late, past midnight, and the three of you had a shared mission tomorrow, but for some reason your two friends managed to rope you into their drinking circle.

utahime and shoko exchanged a significant glance, their unspoken communication raising your curiosity. utahime takes a long sip of her beer. 

“hopeless. they’re both hopeless,” your short haired brunette friend lamented, pinching her nose bridge. it leaves a faint pink mark.

intrigued, you lean in closer towards the two, “care to elaborate?”

“you’ve never once questioned satoru’s borderline inappropriate behavior?” shoko asks you earnestly. you ponder for a moment, trying to recall any moments in the two years you’ve known the snow-haired boy.

“satoru is satoru…” you mumble, shaking your head in denial. 

utahime’s eyes bug comically. she slams her can of beer harshly on the ground. you wince at the loud noise of the metallic can hitting the floor.

“you’re kidding. even i can see through that jerk!” utahime’s black pigtails sway wildly. 

“[name], how about what happened in shinjuku last week on our day off?” shoko quietly reminds you of last weekend when the two of you along with satoru and suguru decided to empty your pockets in one of tokyo’s largest entertainment wards. 

utahime’s head whips back and forth from her best friend to you, “eh? what happened?!”

from behind the dressing room curtain, you voiced your concerns, “shoko, i don't think we can afford designer clothes on our student budget.” the cream-colored silk dress you wore clung to your body, its price tag undoubtedly surpassing a year's worth of your student earnings.

“don’t worry your pretty little head about it,” shoko’s voice carried a knowing smile. “just come out and show me the dress!” you think satoru’s carefree attitude is rubbing off on her.

with a nervous sigh, you emerged from the dressing room. the dress fit like a glove, accentuating your body in just the right places.

bright flashes from shoko's phone startled you, and she chuckled deviously while rapidly typing. she tossed her phone onto a luxurious cushion, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of exposure.

“you look so sexy. even better than the model.” she gives you two thumbs up, eyes roaming your figure. you feel flushed at her praise.

“as flattered as i am, there’s no way i can afford this,” you look down at the dress, lips downturned. “i’d be in debt for life.”

“no need to worry,” shoko winked, leaving you confused. given that her income was similar to yours, it didn't make sense for her to be able to even dream of shopping designer.

a soft thud interrupted your conversation. you turn around to see a blue lollipop rolling on the expensive carpeting of the store.

“suguru, are my eyes deceiving me or is that an angel?”  satoru's mouth is wide open as he shamelessly checks you out. he takes one of his hands and places it over his heart, gripping the fabric of his white shirt. the windbreaker he is wearing rustles at his dramatic movement.

“i think… i’m experiencing a heart attack! shoko help!” he kneels in the middle of the store dramatically. shoko shares an unamused look with suguru. the pair nod before simultaneously kicking satoru.

during all of the commotion, you stand awkwardly in the million yen dress. 

“satoru, are you okay?” you watch him take the two blows from your friends, concern evident in your voice. he grunts softly before gently taking ahold of your hand.

“no,” he croaks with a playful glint in his eye. “i’m wounded and there’s only one way to fix it.”

you look at him, your gaze heavy with concern.

“i’m afraid you’ll have to kiss me for the pain to go away.” he added, blinking at you expectantly with his blue eyes.

 you lightly shove him away from you. “you’re an idiot.” satoru laughs loudly.

“that’s what love does to a man.”

“yeah, yeah. i’m going to change out of this dress, don’t get into any more trouble while i’m gone.” 

 satoru’s grip on your hand strengthens, halting your actions.

“how much?”

“excuse me?”

“the dress. how much for it?” he stands up to his full height, reminding you of the obvious height difference between the two of you. 

you're at loss for words. gojo was crazy, but definitely not crazy enough to spend a million yen on a silly dress.

shoko happily chimes into the conversation. “one million yen. it’ll be two million yen with the rest of my purchases though!” 

suguru’s calm demeanor is replaced with shock. the black haired male’s jaw drops, “two million– satoru, you’re seriously not thinking about–”

“hah? who said i’m paying for your stuff?” gojo makes an ugly face at shoko.

she raises her hands innocently, “it’s not my fault the dresses come in a set. if you want to see your beloved [name] in that dress you’ll have to pay for mine as well.”

you watch shoko and satoru engage into a silent argument. the tension in the fitting room section is so thick, you think it’ll take a special grade weapon to slice through it.

trying to alleviate the mood you tell gojo, “satoru, you really don’t have to–”

“i’m buying you that dress.” 

“o-okay.” 

half an hour later, satoru happily strolls out of the store with an arm around your shoulder like he’d just won the lottery.

perhaps gojo is just naturally flirty, you had tried to reason to shoko and utahime.

it’s been a week since the eye-opening conversation with the two and you’ve found yourself on cleaning duty with said snow-haired boy. it was a miracle that satoru even showed up. he had a tendency to skip his turns, often resulting in a long lecture from yaga.

as the two of you worked silently in the empty classroom, you couldn't help but admire the setting sun. its golden rays painted the sky with hues of pink and orange, casting a warm glow over everything. unknowingly, while you gazed at the sky, gojo's gaze was firmly fixed on you.

breaking the silence, he asked, "have you ever thought about getting married?"

his question caught you off guard, causing you to momentarily pause from wiping the windows.

“not really,” you replied, biting your lip gently. “unless my family decides to arrange a marriage. you know how unforgiving the world of jujutsu sorcery is.”

gojo's grip on the broom tightened, his eyes locking onto yours with a newfound intensity.

"we should get married y'know," he blurted out.

the piece of cloth you were using slipped from your hand in shock. surely, he couldn't mean what he was saying. after all, the two of you were only second years.

“what?”

“i’m saying i think i’m in love with you.”

“oh.” 

silence engulfs the room once more before a soft giggle escapes your lips.

satoru can only watch, entranced.

“that’s good to hear! i love you too– and suguru and shoko! perhaps the four of us should all just get married.” you chuckle into your hand.

satoru can't help but stare at your hand in envy. perhaps if he were the palm of your hand, he’d be able to feel the touch of your lips.

but he couldn’t. he was cursed as a man with an overpowered innate technique, and despite it all he couldn’t even gain the one thing he desired. gojo satoru watched you, eyes filled with a mixture of longing and defeat.

his devastation does not go unnoticed by you.

you were under the impression that he was grumpy because yaga had forced him into cleaning with you.

"cheer up, satoru! if we finish early enough," you continue, your tone highspirited, "we can go to the new crepe shop that opened last week. my treat!" you winked, and that immediately caught his attention.

“like a date?” his eyes sparkled with hope.

you shrug, a smile on your face. “i suppose if you look at it from a certain perspective…”

“great, it’s a date!” 

good things come to those who wait, satoru thinks, humming happily as he starts to sweep the room at an inhumane pace.

maybe in ten years time the two of you will be happily married with eight kids, he smiles to himself.