HQ BOYS + TAKING CARE OF THEM

— HQ BOYS + TAKING CARE OF THEM

feat. iwaizumi hajime, kuroo tetsurō, suna rintarō, miya atsumu, miya osamu, matsukawa issei

note. let me be ur housewife. also don't say anything abt how long osamu's is.... i like him.

IWAIZUMI lets you join him in the shower on nights when he comes home late, when his breath smells a bit like scotch and his smile is lopsided in a way that you both know means midnight. he's all hushed drunken laughter, soap cascading down rippling shoulders as he leans down to press a sweet kiss to your collarbone. he'll whisper that you don't have to do this, the soft mumbling of go to bed crossing his tongue. and yet, you never do. instead, you lean up, shampoo in your hands, and let him hum as your fingers tangle in his hair.

KUROO lets you tie his tie. it's in the mornings, kisses drawn from the rising sun and touches soft enough to meld with the linens that once draped your bodies. he'll stand in front of you, suit, grin, and all, even when you're still dressed in the hanging fabric of your nightgown and your hair is still a tangled mess around your shoulders and face. but, no matter, because you'll reach up, delicate fingers around strong silk, and tie it just for him. and when you do, he'll cup your jaw in his hand just so he can kiss you one more time.

SUNA would never dare ask, but when you find him laying on the couch, face resting down on his arms and shirt riding up just enough so you can see his back, you can't help but let you nails follow the length of his spine. he shifts as though to lean into your touch, closing his eyes and breathing in a breath that almost feels like divinity. and if you stop, should you dare, he guides your hand back to him, ignoring the laughter that bubbles up past your lips and closing his eyes in sweet solace.

ATSUMU lets you dye his hair. or bleach it, rather, and then tone it when he finally lets you convince him. oh and how he's awful, moving and laughing and dodging out of the way of the cold dye even when it's dripping off of your gloved hands. he'll meet your gaze in the mirror, lopsided smirk carved into his cheeks, before putting his hands up in surrender. then, and only then, will he sit still, letting your hands comb through his hair with that stupid grin still on his face.

OSAMU finds you writing down notes for him. if he's cooking, he might change a recipe, speaking aloud as he adds a different spice or substitutes an ingredient, and each time, you'll write it down, scrawling handwriting with a little comment of whether he liked the change or not. other times, he'll come home to notes around the house—little reminders of why you're gone or what you need him to do before you get home. but his most favorite ones, and the ones he keeps locked away in drawers or hidden beneath clothes and old jewelry boxes, are the benign ones. little i loves you's scratched on napkins, drawings left on old gum wrappers from high school, sticky notes covered in old games you used to play to pass the time. he holds them like they're something to keep, an extension of you in the best way possible.

MATSUKAWA comes home to his laundry folded, or half-folded, at least, the rest of it still in the hamper or your hands. he'll roll his eyes, hands already at your waist and fingers dashing along your hips until laughter floats from your chest and into the air. when he tries to help you, you'll swat at his hand, your narrowed eyes drawing out a grin onto his face. so instead, he'll sit, tell you about his day and ramble about the things he misses (your voice, mostly, or your hair, or the scrunch of your nose), and each one will be met with the teasing lilt of tone that he's come to only associate with you.

The First “I Love You” ~ Jeon Jungkook

Your breath was taken away completely as the two of you drove through the city, looking out over the night skyline that was lit up. Whilst Jungkook concentrated on the road, you were busy, fascinated by how different the city looked from high up around the mountains.

Your drive was relatively quiet, with the radio playing in the background for the two of you until Jungkook reached his destination. You pulled up in a car park just below one of the peaks of the mountains, with no other car around but your own.

“Fancy a walk?” Jungkook offered, unfastening his seatbelt and pointing out of the window, “just down there is one of my favourite spots in the entire world.”

“Why not?” You laughed, doing the same as Jungkook did, stepping out of the car only for his to figure to appear before you, offering you a helping hand.

With his hand in yours, Jungkook began to show you the way, “you’re going to love this place.”

You followed slowly behind Jungkook as he walked the two of you down a small pathway that wove around the mountain, leaving the car parked up, knowing that there was no chance of any disturbances so late into the night.

As you walked around, you noticed a bench just back from the edge of the mountain, made of several old pieces of wood. Jungkook led you to the bench, spinning you around so that you could finally look out over the city properly.

“Wow,” you whispered, looking around the view, unable to make anything out as you looked down across the city, streetlights the only things that you could properly figure out.”

“I always come up here when I can’t sleep,” Jungkook began to explain as he took a seat down beside you, “I’ve never come here with anyone, you’re the first person that I’ve felt ready to drive up here and bring up, I wanted you to get to see how special it is here too.”

“It’s just amazing,” you agreed, shaking your head at the view as Jungkook moved his arm around your shoulders. “I bet coming here is such a great escape for you, it really puts into perspective how small so many of our worries can be.”

Jungkook knew you’d get it, the comfort that he got from driving up into the mountains and leaving the busy streets for a little while. As he watched you look out at the city, Jungkook was filled with content, leaning back against the bench and giving himself the chance to relax.

“You seem impressed,” he noted, bringing your eyes across to look at him as your head nodded back at him. “I’m glad that you like it up here, I know you were a little apprehensive to come out tonight.”

You smiled shyly back across to Jungkook, “I’ve never had anyone do things like this with me before, suddenly having you show up at my door and ask if I wanted to go for a drive felt like one of those moments that I’ve always dreamed of, but never seen come true.”

He nodded understandingly back to you, appreciating that your relationship was a lot of learning for you. As it was for him too, as confident as Jungkook seemed around you, there were plenty of firsts for him whilst he was with you as well.

“You know, the stars are the second prettiest thing here tonight,” he whispered.

“Since when did you pull out cheesy lines like that?”

“It’s just how I’m feeling tonight,” he blushed.

His smile was wide as once again you looked across at Jungkook, holding his gaze. The longer he stared at you, the more Jungkook felt his heart race. “Are you alright?” You asked him, noticing him getting a little unsettled.

“I couldn’t be better, driving with you is exactly where I want to be,” he assured you.

You kept your eye on Jungkook as he turned away, “it just feels a little to me like something is on your mind, but I might just be mistaken.”

The way in which you had learnt to read Jungkook so quickly was a skill of yours that blew him away. He couldn’t hide anything from you, if something was up, you managed to find out without Jungkook even saying a thing to you.

“As long as you’re alright, that’s all that matters to me,” you added, trying your best to bring his eyes back across to look at you and reassure you too.

“I think I love you,” Jungkook suddenly spoke up, turning his eyes further away from you as he found himself losing all composure, terrified as to how you would react, not wanting to look in case it wasn’t quite the expression that he wanted to see on your face.

As he spoke, a chuckle came from you, holding your hand into his that rested around your shoulders. “Is that why you asked me to come up here with you tonight so that you could tell me that?” You asked him, watching on as Jungkook’s head nodded.

He’d never been as shy as he was around you, not sure how to act. “I wanted it to be special,” he admitted, finally bringing his eyes back across to look at you beside him.

“I love you,” you whispered as soon as you met his eyes, allowing your smile to grow and your shoulders to drop which left Jungkook feeling incredibly relieved in front of you too.

“Do you really mean that? You don’t have to just say it if-“

You quickly cut Jungkook off by squeezing against his hand, “of course, I mean it. Telling someone that I love them isn’t something that I would do unless I was absolutely sure about it.”

If his heart could squeeze anymore love into it, it managed to as you spoke, leaving Jungkook speechless. The night had gone better than he could have ever imagined, from the smooth ride, the journey up, to finally being able to tell you exactly how he felt about you.

“Thank you for agreeing to go on a date with me at the cinema that night,” he smiled back to you, intertwining his hand in properly with yours, “it turned out to be a pretty good idea.”

“I think it’s up there with one of the best decisions I’ve ever made,” you laughed.

Yet another chuckle came from Jungkook too as he felt your head rest down against his shoulder, “I don’t know why I felt confident enough to approach you that night, but it definitely turned out to be worth it, I’ve got to be one of the luckiest guys ever.”

“No way,” you grinned, nudging gently into his side, “I refuse to let you argue that you’re the lucky one because it’s just not true. You do incredible things for me like this, I wish that I was able to do exactly the same for you.”

Even if you didn’t necessarily see it in yourself, you did enough and more for Jungkook. The little things that you didn’t even notice that you were doing sometimes, he recognised from you, and he appreciated them too.

“Let’s just say we’re lucky to have found each other?”

“I think we can definitely agree on that.”

—

Masterlist

“fuck, she’s so pretty.”

yuuji’s eyes light warm as he spreads your cunt apart with his thumbs. he watches pink muscle clench, pretty, creamy slick ooze and web over your hole and his mouth waters. his tongue’s hanging out before he realizes, breath fanning across your hole before he delves into you again, only to pull back and sedate your needy cunt with an unfulfilling kiss to your clit.

“can i put the tip in, baby?”

his eyes twinkle up at you and even in your right mind you can’t say no. he clambers up your body, kissing and nipping your thighs and calves as he guides your legs over his shoulders. his bulbous tip presses hot up against your soft lips and he hisses, mouth meeting yours for a sloppy, spitty kiss.

“just the tip, promise.”

he’s reassuring, forehead against yours while his fat tip presses in and stretches. your mouths open together, bottom lips trembling, feeling of your soft, gummy walls around him making your toes curl. his hips struggle as they pull back and push forward, faint, sloppy pop of your soaked pussy making him groan.

“yuuji,” you whimper and his teeth grit. “yuuji, yuuji, yuu-!“

“‘s good huh, baby?” he slurs with a sloppy kiss to your open mouth. “feels good, all tight ‘n perfect ‘n soft for me.”

“uh huh,” your whimper is broken as his hands push your knees backwards. “‘s big, yuuji.”

“‘s big?” he huffs.

“uh huh.” you sigh, brows drawn. “gimme the rest.”

he looks up at you. sweat beads on his forehead and dots across his upper lip. he swallows, blunt nails gripping into your thighs.

“the rest?” he feels dizzy. “are you sure, princess?”

“please.” your broken little cry tears away at any self restraint he tried to maintain. “need it, yuu. give it t’me.”

he stills. for a second, one split second you think you’ve done something wrong. your eyes open, glossy and painted in confusion and your mouth parts to ask him why’d he stop but the words die in your throat along with any other thought in your head for the foreseeable future. his fat cock slides in one long, deep, full stroke, splitting you at your seam until your cunt’s so overwhelmed that it convulses right then and there and you’re forced to cum prematurely around him. his eyes look down at you in wild wonder, mercy devoid, restraint long gone.

“i hope you can take it, princess.” his hands tighten on you. “‘cause i’m not sure if i can hold back anymore. ‘m gonna make you give me another one, this time make it pretty for me.”

© 2022 KINGDAZAI. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

yuta who likes to take ur hand and have you feel how hard you make him, sweetly reminding you “see baby, look what you do to me. ‘s all yours” before proceeding to mould your walls to the shape of his cock </3

yuta who almost exclusively refers to his cock as your cock </3

yuta who likes to let you suck on his fingers as he fucks into you. sometimes you’re able to feel his ring tracing your lips when he decides to be a little crueler, unexpectedly shoving his fingers further inside your throat just to hear you whine </3

yuta who fucks you stupid but makes sure his words are always so gentle, even as he’s telling you how dumb you look drooling at the end of his cock his words are dripping with honey </3

yuta who physically has to restrain himself when he hears you whining that he’s too big. he knows you can take it, you always take him so well, but he can’t help but take advantage of the opportunity to tease you just a little bit. he’ll fuck you with barely half of his cock till you finally ask for more, kissing your tears away as he apologies for being mean (he is absolutely not sorry) (okay maybe just a little bit) </3

Onigiri Miya