#birthday drabbles~

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birthday drabble 10 - myg

@chaoticabstractism asked: 1, 79, 82, 95. You already know whom I want, but I’m still gonna say it: Min fucking yoongi

pairing: yoongi x reader, ft. literally one second of hoseok lol contains: smut!! dom husband yoongi need i say more 🥵🥵, reader is a brat and had too much tequila (not drunk just horny), minor dirty talk/teasing/ass grabbing, suggested infidelity as teasing, semi-public indecency (at the office party/in a car in the parking lot), spanking as punishment, thigh riding, a smidge of crying, squirting-ish? idk she's ~juicy summary: when you misbehave at his office party, your husband has no choice but to punish you.

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Your husband should have known better than to leave you unattended at a party with an open bar. He’s being professional about it tonight, nursing a single glass of whiskey while he schmoozes with all the fancy record label people who want a piece of him. You can hardly blame them.

But you are under no such obligation. This is not your place of work, you barely know anyone here– and frankly, you’re bored. Yoongi promised it would only be an hour at most, but it’s been nearly two.

So you’ve done a few tequila shots. There was really nothing else to do. Leaning up against the bar, you take another sip from your glass of water in an attempt to pace yourself. You don’t want to be the drunkest one in the room, but there are a gaggle of men that Yoongi sarcastically dubbed the “finance bros” who seem to have that title on lock for the night. Which, in your estimation, means you have room to get a little silly.

Just as his name enters your mind, the mass of people in the center of the room parts, and your husband steps through, eyes clearly scanning for you. Speak of the devil. As much as you love the casual version of him in t-shirts and joggers that you encounter daily, there’s something about him in a suit that really does it for you.

God, you could jump him right now. Maybe tequila was a bad choice.

Yoongi’s eyes alight on you, and you see some emotion on his face that looks like a mixture of concern and intrigue. He’s probably piecing together the fact that he just disappeared to mingle for a solid thirty minutes, and that he left you alone at the bar– and that you’re now making aggressive bedroom eyes in his direction.

When you shoot him a wink, you swear he crosses the room in three seconds.

“What are you doing?”

You look up at him innocently, trying to hide your smile. “Standing. Waiting for you. Drinking tequila.” His eyes widen at the last one. Your husband is well aware of the liquor’s effect on you– there’s a reason he chose Mexico for your honeymoon.

“How much have you had?”

“I’m fine, Yoongi.” You giggle a little despite yourself as you bring your hand up to gently cup his face. “You just look really good, that’s all.”

He sighs, giving you a few seconds to squish his cheek undisturbed before he brings his hand up to cover yours and pulls you off of him. You intertwine your fingers with his as he smooths his other hand over your hair and presses a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“I’m sorry this is taking so long. There are a bunch of executives from overseas here that I didn’t account for. I promise I’m almost done.”

“Wanna do a shot with me?” You waggle your eyebrows at him, tugging on your joined hands, and you see a muscle in his jaw work.

“Nope, I’m cutting you off. I need all of your clothes to stay on in front of my coworkers, please.”

“Yoongi!” You stomp your foot like a literal child. “I’m not drunk!”

He surveys you for a moment, then nods. “You’re not. You’re horny, which is arguably worse.”

You open your mouth to argue, but he releases your hand, sliding his palm to press against the small of your back instead. You swear you can feel the heat of his touch radiate up your spine, and it feels so good you have to let your eyes flutter closed for a moment. Maybe he has a point.

“Come on,” Yoongi prompts you, and when you open your eyes again, you can see him fighting to keep a smile off his face. “Let’s do one more round so I can show off my hot wife to everyone, and then I’ll take you home.”

You beam at his compliment, finding his tie with one hand and giving the end of it a gentle tug. “And then what are you gonna do to me?”

He only quirks an eyebrow in answer, but it’s an answer you know well: Everything.

Yoongi shakes his head a little, but his smile is even more apparent now as he once again extracts himself from your grip. He presses his lips to the shell of your ear. “Now, behave.”

You allow him to guide you through various groups of his coworkers, and you do your best to smile and exchange pleasantries like you aren’t overwhelmingly turned on.

When conversations spin off into tangents full of music industry jargon, your thoughts wander to inappropriate places before you can stop them. Not that you want to. There are multiple occasions where someone says your name, clearly having just asked a question, and you have to snap back to reality and ask them to repeat it, because you were absolutely not paying attention; you were too busy thinking about getting railed by your husband. You don’t say the last part out loud.

Yoongi keeps sneaking glances at you, and whenever he notices that glazed-over look in your eyes, he keeps you in check with a gentle shoulder nudge or hip bump. You scrunch your nose up at him in frustration when he does– you don’t want to be kept in check. 

Well, you do, but not in that way.

As you stand there, trying not to go cross-eyed over an excruciating sidebar between the director of something and the head of who-gives-a-shit, you do your best to be subtle about it. You turn your head away from the group, lips floating right by Yoongi’s ear, and keep your voice low enough that only he can hear.

“I’m too wet to stand here and listen to this.”

His eyebrows nearly jump off his forehead, and you watch his gaze flit over every other person in the circle, clearly checking to make sure no one heard you. There’s a moment’s pause where you think that reaction might be all you get, and then he ducks his head and murmurs his response.

“What did you just say?”

You try to keep the evil out of your smile, beaming at him pleasantly, like you’re talking about grocery shopping or your next vacation. “You heard me.”

The hand pressed to your lower back moves in a gentle circle, but his next words are anything but. “Don’t think I’m letting you get away with that, darling.”

The pet name is almost enough to make you laugh out loud, and you can’t help but press your luck. It might get you out of here faster, you reason.

“I hope you don’t, cutie.” Lightning-quick to avoid detection, you bring your hand to his ass for a firm squeeze.

Yoongi full-body flinches, enough that the important businessperson standing to his right glances over to make sure he’s okay. Your husband has fast reflexes, thankfully, because he quickly presses his mouth into his elbow, feigning a cough to cover your bad behavior.

“Excuse me,” he says politely, and it seems to be enough to avoid suspicion. The mind-numbing conversation continues without you.

“You’re going to regret that, sweetheart.” His voice is deadly serious in your ear, and you run your tongue along your back teeth as you smile up at him.

“You keep threatening me with a good time, Yoongs. Not the best tactic if you’re trying to get me to stop.”

Yoongi’s jaw twitches, but he says nothing, trying to be an obedient little worker and keep up with the discussion that you couldn’t care less about. With a frustrated sigh, you continue to glance over his shoulder, your gaze finding the gaggle of finance bros again.

They’re hovering closest to the speakers that are blasting terribly bland pop music– you’d think a music industry party would have better taste– and have clearly challenged each other to some kind of dance battle. Your head tilts slightly as you watch them, grateful for any form of entertainment, and you realize that you actually do remember one of their names.

Jung Hoseok. He and Yoongi have known each other for ages, and he’s always been sweet to you. And, damn, you did not know he could move like that.

You dip your head towards Yoongi’s ear again, more determined than ever to rile him up. “Maybe I should ask Hoseok to fuck me instead. He certainly looks like he knows what he’s doing, just look at those hips.”

You’ve never seen your husband fight harder to suppress rage in his life. Before he can come up with any sort of reply, one of the boring conversationalists pipes up. “I think I need another round. Anyone else?” You wave to indicate your disinterest while Yoongi stays stock-still, and the circle dissipates to head for the bar, leaving the two of you alone together.

You slide both of your hands up your husband’s chest, trying to act sweet, like you didn’t just discuss fucking his coworker. “Can we please leave now?”

When you look up at him through your lashes, he has a familiar dark glint in his eyes– you know what that look means, and it’s enough to have every muscle in your body tensing with the knowledge that he will absolutely be wrecking you when you get home.

“Come on,” he grunts, and the hand pressing into your back is insistent now, pushing you forward. Yoongi doesn’t relent until you’re out of the building entirely and standing in front of his car in the parking lot.

But the next words out of his mouth surprise you. “Back seat. Now.”

You open the car door and slide in obediently, watching through the window as he circles around to get in on the other side. When he turns to look at you, you don’t think you’ve ever seen his eyes burn with such intensity.

He smacks a hand over his knee, loud enough that you jump a little. “Get up here. Bend over. I’m not kidding.”

Oh, fuck. It’s all you can do not to smile in a mix of delight and terrified anticipation as you crawl across the seat and lay over his knee.

Yoongi wastes no time, instantly hiking your dress up to expose your ass, and you outright moan when his hand roughly cups your sex over your panties. They're soaked through with your arousal that’s been building up all night, enough that your inner thighs stick together. The fact that any of his coworkers could walk out into the parking lot and see you like this just sends a fresh wave straight to your cunt.

“I told you to behave,” Yoongi says starkly, and you grit your teeth to bite back a whimper.

His hand cracks down so hard over your exposed ass that you shoot forward a little, some primal instinct to get away from the pain kicking in. The motion makes your cunt grind over his leg, and your thighs tremble at the sudden stimulation after such a long night of waiting for it, the insane mix of pain and pleasure.

“Oh, shit,” you hiss, but Yoongi speaks over you.

“That is for talking dirty in front of my coworkers. Ready for another?” The fact that he asks, that he’s taking care of you even now, isn’t lost on you. God, you love this man.

Your clit throbs in desperation, and you slowly nod your head. The second spank lands even harder than the first, giving you enough momentum that you rock against his thigh a few times, and you’re edged so hard now that you’re nearly delirious.

“That,” Yoongi continues, “is for grabbing my ass in public.”

“F-fuck, Yoongi,” you choke out, realizing belatedly that a tear is streaming down your face. You don’t think you’re going to make it.

“What is it, love?” His voice is instantly gentler, and he brings his hand up to run tenderly over the skin he’s just abused. “Just one more, and then we’re done.”

“I-I,” you gasp, trying to think straight enough to form words, your forehead pressing hard into the leather of the backseat. “I n-need it. Please, please. Don’t hold back.”

“Wasn’t planning on it, because this one’s for suggesting that you’d like to fuck Hoseok.”

His hand comes down so hard across your backside that you swear you see stars. Your whole body was shaking even before he made contact, and the way this third smack forces your cunt to slide over his leg a final time is too much.

You cry out, not giving a fuck if anyone else in the parking lot might be able to hear, as an unexpected yet simultaneously edged-all-night orgasm rips through you, your cunt clenching hard around nothing.

You continue to rut against Yoongi’s thigh as your walls pulse, and you can feel fluid leaking out of you, fully running down your leg and probably soaking into his dress pants.

“Oh my god.” The angry, dominating persona has suddenly evaporated from Yoongi’s voice. “Did you seriously just come?”

“Yes,” you groan into the seat, still recovering.

You feel his hands move to cup your shoulders, and you allow him to sit you up, feeling like a weightless rag-doll. He wipes away one of the tears that are still running down your face.

“Jesus fucking christ, you’re a mess,” Yoongi laughs, but you know he says it with love because he chases it with a gentle kiss. “Let’s get you home, hmm?”

You can only nod dumbly in agreement.

“I have a bruised ego to tend to,” he continues dryly. “Guess I’ll just have to remind you that Jung fucking Hoseok won’t go down on you for an hour.”

#birthday drabbles~ #chaoticabstractism #yoongi smut #yoongi x reader #bts smut

[sixosix]

inspired by wanderer’s bday letter <3 happy bday

you couldn’t even make it two steps out of the library before you were pinned to the wall by a scowling figure. his hat blocked off the sun and everything else; his face was all you could see. you could only imagine what this must look like to bypassers—it would be almost romantic if he were kissing you behind the hat instead of breathing heavily.

“did someone enjoy his little surprise?” you asked, batting your eyes while he was a breath away from your face.

he scoffed. “don’t act coy. I know you were the one who told them where to find me.”

“and i know you found it cute.”

“so ridiculous it was almost adorable.”

“ridiculously adorable?”

lately, students of his darshan noticed that you were close to him. they found out about his birthday and asked you if he would like anything. you took it a step further, because you knew it would drive him to do exactly this.

wanderer rolled his eyes. “you’re eating that cake.” he leaned away yet kept his arms pressed against the wall. “i first thought it was lesser lord kusanali who told them about this day, but they jumped on the chance to give you credit. or should i say to throw you under the bus?”

you laughed. “you’re so mean to me. is that what those three padisarahs mean?”

“yes,” he replied swiftly. “it means can’t stand you.”

“aw, and is that what ‘you’d best tell me in person’ also means?” you smiled sweetly, pulling him closer by the obi belt. “just say you want to kiss me next time.”

wanderer grumbled but didn’t deny it. his eyes flicked to your lips as if remembering himself, and he was your boyfriend who could kiss you whenever he pleased. still, it didn’t look like he was giving in first, with his pride and all.

“happy birthday,” you whispered to his mouth. wanderer’s eyes fluttered shut as you pressed against him, his hands moving to your hips. “will you let me celebrate it with you?”

wanderer sighed against your lips. “if not you, then who?”

Lately, there’s always been a gaggle of students sneaking around and gossiping behind my back. One glare, and they’d scatter and hide. And would you believe it? Just when I was hiding out in the the wild, seeking some peace and quiet, they jumped out of some bushes, holding a cake that anyone could see was sickeningly sweet. It’s so incredibly ridiculous that I had to laugh. Just how many people on this planet would be happy about my “birth”? But their little joke did remind me that on this day, there is someone I need to give a gift to.Since I’m the one picking the gift, I’ll choose it based on my own preferences. If you’ve got any opinions, you’d best tell me in person. Hmm… Though just how did they find me? Next time I’ll need to find a more secluded spot.

#happy birthday wanderer #genshin impact x reader #scaramouche x reader #wanderer x reader #kunikuzushi x reader #scaramouche fluff #scaramouche x you #genshin impact x you #wanderer x you #genshin x reader #genshin drabble #wanderer fluff #genshin impact #kunikuzushi x you

[satcrnslovesbakugo]

"hurry up, baby," katsuki yells from the kitchen where he's currently waiting for you to get ready for his birthday dinner.

"just one more minute, kats!" you yell back, knowing that even though katsuki will feign annoyance, he's happy to give you as much time as you need.

you finish putting on your jewelry and fix your hair one more time before looking at yourself and then showing off your finished look to katsuki.

"ok baby, how do i look?" you walk out of your shared bedroom, taking in katsuki's heated cheeks as his eyes scan over your curves in the tight red dress you're wearing.

"damn," is all katsuki can say, holding back all of the thoughts in his head as you twirl around for him so that he can see the back of your dress.

"damn?" you laugh as you move closer to him to sneak a kiss to his cheek before you look for your purse.

"you ready to go?" katsuki grabs his keys and shoots kirishima a text to let him know you two are on the way to the restaurant.

"let's go celebrate your day," you wrap your arms around his neck and lean in to whisper in his ear, "then i can show you the special surprise i have waiting for you when we get home."

katsuki really hopes he can make it through dinner now.

#happy katsuki day! #i missed eren's birthday god forbid i miss katsuki's too #katsuki bakugo x reader #bnha #bnha x reader #bakugo x reader #katsuki bakugo drabbles

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

in which : you and your classmates surprise katsuki for his birthday !

day seven of the explosive birthday collab event hosted by @queenpiranhadon !

fem reader, i dog on kaminari a lot in this one lmfao sorry kami fans i promise i luv him, kissing, lotsaaaa fluff, mentions of food, mentions of drinking but its not specified to be alcohol or anything ! cuddling, teary eyed sentimental katsu, soft katsu for the soul, teary eyed reader, class A bein silly, lmk if i missed sum else !

a/n : HAPPY BIRTHDAY KATSUKI KATSUKI DAY GRAAAAAHHH-

and so, finally bakugou’s big 18th birthday party had arrived.

and you could absolutely not be more nervous.

you’d barely slept a wink, too giddy but also terrified as you kept on thinking about everything that could happen that you lost track of time. you'd checked and rechecked to see if the gifts you'd prepared where ready, checked with your classmates to see if all the decorations in gym gamma where still okay and checked the fridge five times to see if the cake was still intact aka if kaminari or mineta hadn't gotten their grubby little hands on it. tokoyami had told you not to “let the chains of anxiety shackle thy restless soul”, which you think meant you didn’t need worry yourself too much. you didn't quite get it at the time but you were thankful nonetheless.

you’re in bed now. nervous, sure. but you can’t help excitedly kicking your feet nonetheless. you were so excited to see katsuki’s reaction to the surprise and to your gifts, of course.

you check your notifications one last time, smile at your homescreen picture of you and your boyfriend, and turn on your side to finally go to sleep.

the day goes by with no hiccups. despite your friends wishing katsuki a happy birthday, with him grumbling in a sort of appreciation, he didn’t seem like he’d caught on. and he hadn’t noticed the sneaky mischievous glances you sent your friends every once in a while, everything was going off with a hitch.

you’d, of course, waken up extra early to be sure you were the very first person to send him a happy birthday message, getting ready at lightning speed to greet him at the door with a warm hug and plenty of kisses. which he reciprocated after quickly getting over his stupor.

the day had gone well, but now it was time for the surprise. and while you gather up the last finishing touches and finish bringing the food, operation : extract the payload was a go.

kirishima had been tasked to go retrieve katsuki and drag him over to the gym, claiming he wanted to try a brand new move and knowing katsuki you knew there was little to no chance he’d pass up training. but just in case, you’d encouraged kirishima to egg your boyfriend on a bit, that usually gets him going and you smirk proudly at your phone when you get a text from the red head himself.

“he took the bait ! the payload is on the way >:)”

and there you have it.

“alright guys, payload’s on the way !” you exclaim. your classmates start taking action, there aren’t many places to hide in the gym even with all of the changes you’d all made, but everyone had managed to find a pretty good hiding spot. some, like kaminari following others because they had nowhere else to hide and exchanging whispered complaints of “why’d you follow me ?!” and “ow, don’t step on my feet !” you giggle at how much your friends treat this like a game of hide and seek rather than a big surprise, before bounding away to find a hiding spot for yourself near the entrance.

it's so quiet you can hear a pin drop. denki clear his throat and yelps immediately afterwards, you assume someone must’ve punished him for the noise and you almost snort. until you hear voices approaching.

you recognize the loudest one clear as day. your heart starts racing when you hear the door open and kirishima and katsuki sounding impossibly close. katsuki’s complaining, as usual and it should be about time for—

“let’s hurry this up shitty hair, got other shit to do later.” you hear your boyfriend grumble.

“yeah, yeah i got it man.” kirishima replies “i’ve been working on this move for a looong while, so i think you’ll definitely be in for a treat.”

the trigger word.

“why’d you put so much emphasis on the—“

“SURPRIIIIISEEEE!!!”

bakugou’s next words get caught in his throat and he makes a little spluttering noise when all of his classmates pop out from almost every single crevice, nook and cranny in the room. his eyes are wide as saucers and his stance screams he’s on high alert, ready to fight, only to be met with his entire class screaming at him.

he stays frozen in his spot, eyebrows twitching and you all silently wait for him to react until denki shouts “kacchan’s shut down, guys !” in an instant time restarts its course and while you all burst out laughing katsuki splutters again.

“shut the fuck up dunce face !!” he shouts, but it doesn’t hit the same as it usually would, he’s just a bit quieter “w-what the hell is all this ?!”

“obviously it’s a surprise party.” sero sasses with a smirk, mina rubs it in by adding a snarky “duuuh !”

kirishima takes pity on his friend and places a hand on his shoulder comfortingly "we knew your birthday was comin' up, so we wanted to throw you a birthday party !"

"and actually keep it a secret this time.." kaminari snickered not so quietly. him, and the majority of the class side eyeing todoroki and mineta, the smaller boy immediately spluttering out excuses while the other only tilted his head in question.

katsuki's flabbergasted expression has settled just the smallest bit, his eyes shoot over to you and you offer him a sweet smile "18th birthday's are special, y'know ? they should be celebrated with class." you joke. the redhead next to your boyfriend nods aggressively fast. you feel a hand on your shoulder and turn to see kaminari again. you snort when he opens his mouth to speak again—does that guy ever stop talking ?

"i helped plan everything." he smirks, leaning against your shoulder and nodding proudly. only to wince when jirou materializes behind him, accompanied with a fist to his head. "we all did, idiot."

"hey, don't go taking all the glory for yourself !" mina chimes in a little further in the crowd, shoji places a hand on her shoulder in support.

you can't stop your lips from forming into a silly smile at your friends antics, and you giggle when katsuki only rolls his eyes, trying to hold back one of his own.

"you guys are idiots..complete fuckin' morons.." he mutters under his breath, shaking his head and rubbing at his nape almost shyly. he looks up at the red head next to him, then at the rest of his class with the faintest of pink on his cheeks, hand still pressed awkwardly on his nape like he doesn't know where to put it.

"i-i appreciate you guys..or whatever..thanks."

a beat passes. and then squeals resonates throughout the room.

"AAAWWWW—" kaminari and mina both squeal.

"aww man, you're blushing !" kirishima laughs, his cheeks also tinted pink.

"S-SHUT THE FUCK UP. NO I'M NOT—yer seein' things, you fuckin' weirdo.." katsuki spits, but his embarrassment and appreciation refrains him from insulting his smiling friend too agressively.

"aaand he's back.." sero quips, causing absolute choas filled with laughs and screams..the screams coming more from your boyfriend but you digress.

you're all smiles, this couldn't have gone any better for you and you feel a little silly for feeling emotional. katsuki's absolutely not the first person others would call sweet, but him actually putting in the effort and putting his feelings into words make your heart grow more than three sizes.

"alright, enough with the mushy stuff. let's party an' eat cake !" kaminari, always being the life of the party, exclaims. you're thankful that he's so aware and always able to set everything back on course so naturally, you almost envy him for it. you and your classmates excitedly cheer. between the cheers you lock eyes with katsuki, who was already looking at you. you smile at him brightly because you really can't help it and you feel your heart beat and dance around in your chest when he offers you a handsome smile in return. not his usual boastful one, the one only reserved for you. the one that makes your heart beat intensely, but more sweetly and makes it melt like liquid honey.

this is the best.

you're a few hours ( and a lot of slices of cake) later into the evening, when you lean against the wall to take a breather. you're cheeks hurt with how hard you've been laughing and you sigh happily, the noise being drowned out by the loud speakers booming as you take a sip of your favorite drink.

"yo." you turn to see sero right next to you, "hey !" you chirp loudly, trying to get him to hear you over the music. he smiles easily at you, taking a sip from his drink before he continues

"looks like blasty's havin' fun." he chuckled, pointing his cup to where your boyfriend had been dragged into an impromptu conga line. you burst out laughing, pulling out your phone to record. and while you're recording he notices and glares right at you, you offer him a taunting little wave and cheer him on. and his narrowed eyes need no words as his hands tighten on deku's shoulders in front of him. the green haired boy's eyes widen in surprise as his mouth open in surprise.

"you're gonna pay for that." you chortle.

"looks like this party was a succes, huh ?" sero utters softly, going to take another sip before leaning his red cup over to you. you laugh with a shake of your head.

"yep !" you agree, knocking your cup against his.

a warm hand wraps around your wrist. you don't know if you ever stopped smiling since the beginning of the evening, but you smile wider when his warmth practically engulfes you, his chest pressed to your back as he pulls you against it. you look up at him to see him trying to supress a smile, not well, but he's trying. "finally caught you." katsuki growls.

"you havin' fun ?" you sing. he scoffs "bein' dragged around playing limbo with those fuckin' cheaters ? yeah, plenty." the words come out bitterly at the memory of kaminari 'setting him up' during your game of limbo, competitive as always. you laugh at his sarcastic remark.

"i think you looked real handsome during the conga line," you sigh sweetly to sell the act, "so dreamy.." his words get caught in his throat and he pokes at your stomach in punishment to make you squirm around, then he's reaching to grab your hips shuffles around in your pockets while you try to keep him away. "i saw you recording me, freak ! gimme the phone."

"no !"

"give it !"

"leave me be, it's a m-momento for your 18th birthday !" you wheeze, giggling and shrieking as he takes his chance to tickle you. you hear him chuckle into your ear and he finally relents. "m'getting to that phone while you're asleep." you fake gasp in shock, wrapping your arms around yourself.

"you wouldn't !"

"don't test me." he snarks, throwing you a teasing grin. however, his expression morphs into a soft one, he shoves his hands into his black baggy jean pockets.

"heard you planned all this, huh ?" your eyes widen.

"no, no we all did."

"but it was your idea." he insists, and cuts you off before you can continue "don't bother, kirishima already told me." as thankful as you were for his help, you cursed kirishima in your head for throwing you to the explosive wolf like this. it's not like you were angry, but you really couldn't have done all of this on your own and it was definitely a team effort.

"well, i mean..yeah.." you admitted shyly, fumbling around with your hands. it's silent, then he chuckles at your humbleness and you're slowly, agonizingly slow at that, being backed up against the nearest wall. and his forehead maes contact with yours, you're tucked away into a corner of the gym where the rest can't see you, he places his arms against the wall next to your head.

your eyes dart from his to the floor "i just thought..it could be fun, you know..? m'sorry for lying to you about the bookstore.." you spilled, trying your best to stutter out an apology, until he stops you, raising your head up with his finger.

"you're really somethin' else, you know that ?" he smirks softly " i knew you were planning somethin', you were being too secretive. hanging out with my mom and shit, sneaky brat."

"i like hanging out with your mom !" you defending the older woman has your boyfriend roll his eyes "should like hanging out with your boyfriend first." he quips. you roll your eyes as well, but it doesn't take you long to burst into a fit of laughter and he follows quickly. your chest feels warm, tucked away giggling in this small corner of the bustling party, just you and katsuki.

"i have something i wanna show you." katsuki raises a brow at your sudden words. "oh, yeah ?" you nod. "but it's in my room." you offer him your hand shyly, and he smiles softly, huffing through his nose. grabbing your hand as you pull him out of the gym and walking silently into the night back towards the dorms.

"hey.." katsuki starts, you hum. "uhm, y'know—fuck.." he fumbles with his words and pulls you along when you stop walking to listen to him, wanting to continue so you wouldn't notice his embarrassed state too hard.

"thanks for this." your eyes widen and it's like he sensed you were about to speak because he interrupts you "yeah, yeah i know you all did." he mimicks your words, squeezing your hand in his warm one "but you thought it all up, so..thanks." he glances down at you " when i said i appreciated it, i really did. i really do."

your heart thump, thump, thumps against your chest, you feel it hammer in your ear. your hand squeezes his and he squeezes a second time. you don't know what you can say, so you smile at him. it's late at night and tiredness has finally started kicking in now that the music fades further and further away, but you're so, so happy and you think he can see it too. his smile slightly dimmer but still there and it makes you feel so warm and loved despite the slight chill of the outside. you wish you could see him smiling like this all the time with all your heart. and you hope he'll like your gifts and all of a sudden your at the entrance of the dorms. you make your way to your room in comfortable silence. your hand getting slightly clammy in his when you finally reach your floor and make your way to your room.

"what did you wanna show me ?" bakugou asks, closing your door behind you. you sit down on your bed and pat the spot next to you. he questions it with a raise of his brow, but doesn't any further and sits down next to you. you inhale, and reach underneath your bed to grab the gift and hand it over to him. his eyes widen, he narrows his eyes at you when your lips curl into a bashful smile.

"yn."

"i know.."

"i told you not to get me anything, stupid." he utters breathlessly, placing his hand onto your head and noogieing you. you reach up to stop him with a whine.

"i knooow !" you moaned "but just open it, please ?" you give him your best puppy eyes. he scoffs but finally relents. grabbing the thin box from your hands. he shakes it softly and you make a noise, reaching for his wrists.

"katsuki !" you giggle "don't shake it !"

"m'just trynna hear what it is."

"then open it !"

finally, he opens his the box. his eyes widen and he places it down on the bed to get a better look at the book you'd made for him. you perk up nervously when he inspects it thoroughly, running his fingers over the stickers you'd stuck to the front.

"i-it's a recipe book, see ? i know you love to cook so i figured you could add all of your favorite recipes in it." he flips the book open while you explain away, skimming over the pages " you can detach the rings too, so if you wanna add pages you can—"

before you know it you're interrupted and practically slammed onto your bed, a pair of warm bulky arms incasing you into your boyfriends chest. you shriek, but it melts into a giggle when he kisses all around your cheeks and nose softly, causing a ticklish sensation and when he lands a particularly wet kiss against your eyelid you laugh.

after moving his recipe booklet to your nightstand to keep it intact, he places you further onto your bed to kiss you again, obnoxiously loud at that, and you try to kiss back to the best of your ability but constantly huffing through your nose and smiling. he leans up to give you a break from his love attack, only for you to be hit dead on with all the love in his eyes.

"i'm gonna assume you're happy with your gift.. ?" he rolls his eyes at your joke, nudging his nose with yours.

"yeah, happy doesn't even begin to cut it. thanks, babe." he simpers, his eyes are bright and you make sure to commit his expression to memory. he leans down again, promptly kissing you deeply, you let yourself get carried away by his love and affection, kissing him back passionately but you remember your last gift for him.

"mm, there's—" he hums, continuing his flurry of kisses "there's something taped—" one more kiss cuts you off "—on the last page of your book, suki." one last loud peck and he pulls away to stare at you incredulously, you never stop surprising him, do you ?

he quickly retrieves it from your nightstand, and if his eyes widened before they practically bulge out of their sockets at the little holographic card neatly taped in his book. he carefully removes the tape and lifts up the card, looks at you, and looks back at the card in shock causing you to giggle.

"i remember how bummed you were after your card got all messed up during the war, so..." you're heart squeezes at the horrific memories of what had happened those few years ago, and how upset your katsuki had been when the card he'd kept close to his heart since he was a kid ended up crumpled up and bloody. he still has it, hidden in a box under his bed, but he never got to bring it to all might to get it signed. so you decided to do it for him and after racing neighborhood kids to get as many packets as you could get your hands on and a few packet of cards, you'd finally pulled it. you knew what you needed to do and the bewildered look in his eye was most definitely worth it.

"holy fuck..holy shit." he insists "how did you even—i—what ??" you burst out laughing at his disbelief, he could be so cute when he wanted to be.

"i just asked mr. all might if he wanted to, and he happily agreed, by the way." you answer simply with a shrug. however your smile fades just a bit when his eyes turn glossy.

"hey.." you crooned. quickly he shoves his head into his shoulder, furiously wiping at his eyes. he sniffles and grabs your wrist. you think he's about to pull you towards him only for him to crash against your chest again. you let out a 'oof !' sound, chuckling breathlessly. you don't say a word as you feel his arms wrap around you tighter, his face and hands heating up against you and the collar of your shirt growing wet. you don't mind, running your fingers through his hair until he's ready to speak again.

"yer gonna be the end of me, woman." his voice is just a little scratchy and he clears his throat, you giggle.

"this..i know i'm not the best at all this emotional stuff but—m'real thankful y'know.." he rambles against your neck, you nod "mhm." you urge.

"a-an' this is honestly more than i could ever ask for. ever." he looks up just enough to make sure you see his slightly red eyes "this is the best gift ever given to me. you're the best gift ever given to me, and i dunno what i did to deserve you, but i'm definitely not taken it for granted" he half jokes. you feel your whole body heat up and your eyes burn just a bit at the sincerety of his words.

"i love you, katsu. s'the least i can do." you sniffle. he leans up to kiss you almost immediately. it's soft and sweet and so perfect. it's just passionate and slow enough where you can practically feel the love he's trying to give to you, you know what he's trying to tell you without him even having to speak, because you love him and he loves you.

"i love you." he responds against your lips, you love him and he loves you, and you kiss him again. you hope he can feel how much you love him and how happy you are he enjoyed himself at his surprise birthday party. you hope you can keep seeing him smile like he did tonight and enjoy himself and his cake every year. you hope you can try every single recipe he adds to his recipe book and see the way his eyes light up at his signed holographic all might card every single year.

bakugou pulls away to look at you with all the love in the world and he thinks that any birthday he has in the future will be more than perfect if he can have you by his side for as long as he lives, every year.

aaaand it's done !! tysm to @queenpiranhadon for allowing me to participate in this event, and the last day no less ! such an honor ! i advise you go read my other collab partners chaps to get the context for this one, so please go read their parts as well, cus theyre all so good and so adorable, i had sm fun writing this and i hope yall enjoy <3 happy birthday katsuki !!

taglist *if your name is pink i unfortunately couldn't tag you :(* : @gina239 @mystic60 @meowze4r @icedemon1314 @bigsimpo343 @ah-mya @wheezdostuff @berryvioo @seonne @slayfics @food8me @katsuisbaby @azzo0 @kieran-rhoades @xnorthstar3x @le000xxgrd @tr-mha-fan

day one: you make a birthday gift for katsuki ! - @zanarkandskylines

day two: you invite all of class 1-A to the party ! - @xbabyd0lli3x

day three: you and mitsuki go shopping for decorations ! - @angels-fantasy

day four: katsuki tries to figure out what you’re planning ! - @starieq

day five: you set up gym gamma for the party ! - @lowkeyremi

day six: you bake a cake for the party ! - @queenpiranhadon

day seven: you and your classmates surpise katsuki ! -@cashmoneyyysstuff

#bakugou katsuki x reader #katsuki bakugou x reader #bakugo fluff #bakugou imagine #katsuki x reader #bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugou katsuki #bakugou katuski x reader #bakugou fluff #bakugo katsuki x reader #katsuki x you #katsuki x y/n #bakugou x fem!reader #bakugou x you #bakugou x y/n #bakugou drabble #bakugo x reader #bakugo x you #bakugo x y/n #an explosive birthday collab event #this was sm fun !!!! #tysm queen for allowing me to participate in this lovely event #and the final day too !! #such an honor <3 #happy birthday katsuki !!! #i love my boyfriend sm im gonna kiss him

[mixsethaddams]

Eddie and Steve were sitting on the back porch of the little two bedroom house that Owens and his merry band of government lackies gave to the Munsons in exchange for signed NDAs.

It was getting late and Steve knows he should go home, but Eddie keeps finding new conversations to strike up and it just feels too natural to keep responding. Getting up and announcing he was going home would be downright rude. The deckchair he was lounging in was confortable too, so it just made more sense to stay.

Eddie passed Steve the joint they had been nursing between them. Steve had lost track of what they were talking about a long time ago. He was too caught up in the low rumble of Eddie’s voice, quiet enough to make it feel like they were sharing secrets even if they were all alone with nothing scandalous to say. It didn’t matter what Eddie was saying. Steve was happy to just listen. The subtle fizz of the weed spread across his skin as he leaned his head back and enjoyed the light breeze that cut through the warm night.

Today was the same as every other day.

Steve woke up, showered, picked Robin up for work, and then spent eight hours rewinding tapes. He listened to her go on and on about her latest discovery of why Vickie was the perfect person, adding commentary where needed. Steve was happy for her, he was. He just wished she wasn’t so distracted. Not today.

And then he ferried Mike to Dustin’s, Will to the hospital to visit Max, brought Lucas home from the hospital so he could shower and then right back over again. He was barely through the door when Eddie called and asked how his day was, insisting Steve come over to hang out when he heard it was just ‘fine, average, nothing special’.

Steve had wanted nothing more than to fall asleep on the couch with a terrible tv movie in the background. There was something about Eddie, though. Something in the way he moved, the way he said Steve’s name and dragged his teeth along his bottom lip over the V sound. The thoughts of staring at the stars with Eddie might just be the one thing that could redeem today. Even if no one else would understand.

Steve arrived thirty seconds before two large pizzas, courtesy of one of Argyle’s buddies in the business. They each had all Steve’s favourite toppings. Which was weird because Eddie definitely didn’t like olives or pineapple. Steve had a cold beer in one hand and hot slice in the other before he even said ‘hello’.

If there was any way Steve wanted to spend the final hours of today, it was with Eddie. He knew why, of course. He bit his tongue every time he got close to saying it out loud, but he knew exactly what that something was.

“And I figured hey, if it means I don’t have to sell weed to highschoolers anymore, then why not, you know?”

Steve’s brain took a second to catch up to Eddie’s train of thought about his new job. He was going to be working in a garage with Reefer Rick’s nephew.

“Totally,” said Steve, sipping the mostly empty bottle in his hand, the liquid warmed by being held so long. “I bet you’ll be great at it too,”

“Yeah well,” said Eddie, quirking his eyebrows. “I hope so,”

They fell into silence again and Steve started to think it might not be rude to leave any more. The joint was down to the nub, the beer was gone, and Eddie’s eyelids were looking heavy.

“I should, uh…” said Steve, shifting his weight on the chair to stand up.

“Why didn’t you tell them?” asked Eddie, looking up at the moon. Steve could see its reflection in his eyes.

Steve stopped.

“Tell who?” he asked. “Tell them what?”

Eddie sighed.

“It’s your birthday, man…” breathed Eddie. “Why didn’t you tell anyone?”

“Oh…” said Steve. He could feel his face heat up. “I don’t… I guess its not a big deal for me… Not for years…”

Eddie nodded solemnly.

“You’re too good for us, Harrington,” said Eddie, shaking his head. “I saw what you did for Robin’s birthday. Did she remember, at least?”

Steve didn’t say anything. He knew he’d probably get a frantic apology and a card tomorrow. It wasn’t like he was going to hold it against her.

“Pizza and beer isn’t exactly the five star treatment you deserve,” said Eddie. “Hope it’s enough to, you know, make today not suck entirely,”

Eddie waved his hand around in a circle, as if gesturing to the very day itself.

“This actually might be the best end to a birthday I’ve ever had,” admitted Steve. “So, you know, thanks. For doing this for me, I mean,”

“Thanks for eating all the olives,” joked Eddie, draining his beer bottle. “Besides, any excuse to hang out with you, I’ll take it,”

“Yeah?” asked Steve, his voice smaller than he expected.

“Yeah,” answered Eddie gently. “I like being with you,”

Steve’s stomach lurched. He followed Eddie’s gaze to the moon. She was beautiful tonight and Steve felt safe the cool glow she cast over them.

“How did you know?” asked Steve, playing with the hem of his sweater. “Or like, care?”

“Saw it on your license a whole back,” Eddie answered, lighting two cigarettes at once and handing one to Steve. “And I cared because… Because I care. I didn’t want you to be sad on your birthday,”

“Oh,” said Steve meekly. “I’m not sad. Not now. I’m happy now, so it worked,”

Steve took the offering of the cigarette and sat back in his chair, looking at his hand and the subtle hint of ‘don’t go’.

“Did you have a birthday wish?” asked Eddie, holding up the still-lit match. It was burning quickly down towards his fingertips.

“Just one…” said Steve slowly, looking through the flame at Eddie.

“A person?” asked Eddie.

Steve gulped, and nodded.

“So make it,” Eddie said. “Don’t tell me, or it won’t come true,”

Steve blew out the flame, still gazing into brown eyes, watching them turn black when the light was gone.

Eddie’s watch beeped. It was midnight.

“Didn’t come true,” said Steve sadly, his eyes still fixed on the point where Eddie had been holding the match between them.

“Give it time…” said Eddie softly.

Steve took a long drag of his cigarette and wondered if this is what every night would be like. If his wish came true and he got exactly what he wanted, would he sit out here and smoke and stare at the stars and listen to Eddie talk every night? Was he allowed to have that?

“I wished for the person that makes me happy,” said Steve, not looking over at Eddie but feeling bolstered by weed and boldened by beer.

“It won’t come true now,” teased Eddie, his voice low.

“Even if I tell them?” asked Steve, turning to look at Eddie. He looked into Eddie’s eyes again and thought of all the things he wanted to say. He felt something shift between them when Eddie didn’t look away.

“I made a wish on my birthday too,” said Eddie. “That didn’t come true either,”

“What did you wish for?” asked Steve.

Eddie’s arm flopped between their chairs, his cigarette burning steadily between his fingers.

“To make someone happy,” he said.

“Like…” whispered Steve.

Steve slowly moved his hand so it brushed against Eddie’s, the backs of their fingers rubbing together. Steve hooked Eddie’s pinkie with his own. Eddie looked at their hands and smiled gently.

“Yeah,” said Eddie quietly.

Steve hummed.

“Guess I just needed to wish for it too,” said Steve.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie drabble #seth writes #steve harrington’s birthday

[enha-stars]

✧ instagram stories for jay

pairing: jay x reader

warnings: reader is crazy and horny (real), suggestive

a/n: happy birthday jay! i want to write something for him once my exams are done, so enjoy this while you wait :3

#enha!writings #╰┈➤ park jongseong #╰┈➤ smau #enhypen #enhypen x reader #enhypen fluff #enhypen smau #enhypen texts #enhypen drabbles #enhypen headcanons #enhypen imagines #enhypen scenarios #enhypen soft hours #enhypen hard hours #enhypen hard thoughts #enhypen x you #jay enhypen #enhypen jay #jay texts #jay smau #jay x reader #enhypen jay x reader #jay fluff #park jongseong #jongseong fluff #jongseong x reader #jongseong imagines #jongseong texts #happy birthday jay #jongseong soft hours

[beforeimdeceased]

i love ur fics sm!! its my bday today and i was wondering if u could do a drabble on fem reader riding ellies strap. i can just imagine ellie getting absolutely pussy drunk on the sight alone.

happy birthday beautiful angel!

you’re so right about her getting pussy drunk. she’d be in a daze, fucking drooling all over herself watching the way it slides in and out of your cunt, the slick coating on the strap plus the way you clench on it would drive her up a wall. hands gripping onto your waist, guiding your hips up and down and back and forth. letting out a low “atta girl.” that sounds like she choked back a moan to get it out.

and there’d definitely be moments where she bucks up into you just to hear you moan and watch your body fall into hers. hands gripping onto her shoulders for some sort of balance. barely being able to catch your breath because you feel so fucking good. and she lovesssss making you feel so fucking good. eyes low while she bites her lip.

“you look so pretty on top babe. why don’t you be a good girl and make a beautiful mess for me to clean up?”

all while her hand slips down to spread your slick all over your clit, rubbing teasing circles. pushing you closer to the edge.

#wish i could write more but i’m sick rn #happy birthday nonnie #hope you have the best day ever #bunnie can speak? ☆ #ellie williams #・❥・ bun’s sweet ellie #bun’s asks ꕤ #ellie williams x reader #bun’s anons ˖°🦇ִ ࣪𖤐 #ellie williams headcanons #ellie williams imagine #ellie williams fanfiction #ellie williams smut #ellie williams drabble

[chrollohearttags]

sweet like frosting • e. jaeger

y’all are still getting the full fic bc I’m in too deep now and I rather take my time on it but I had to give a lil something before the day is completely gone 😭 let’s call this an excerpt. happy birthday daddy <333

── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.─── ── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* ── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *

burgundy lights scattered across the room, soft echoes of thumping R&B music played from the surround sound of the television set…the lewd acts depicted in the song being acted out right there in that bedroom. Satin ropes stretched from the side of the headboard and binding to each of the pale flushed wrists coiling around them. At the moment, it was all that could be seen of the man they were attached to..

“Mmmm…there you go. Use your tongue, baby..and slow down. Take your time, we’ve got all night…”

your words drowned out in a soft, illustrious moan. His own muffled by the cushion of your plump ass seated on his face. That silky, slick ridden mound dredging across his lips and grinding on his mouth…honestly, he couldn’t have asked for a more ideal view. Or a gift for that matter. After all, it was his special day. His to celebrate and spend exactly as he pleases. And what better way to do so than devouring the sweet cunt of his beloved? Letting those divine juices trickle all down his face, chin and even to his throat. “Ah—haaa..fuck..yes.” (Y/N) cried out, tossing your head to the ceiling with a loud cry releasing from your throat. It was hard to tell who’s birthday was which because both of you were equally doused in ecstasy at the moment. But truth be told, he’d never been so spoiled before. It wasn’t enough that you had paid for this elaborate trip to commemorate him turning twenty six. But the fact that he had been pampered with expensive gifts and now, you were fucking him senseless. Slathering his twitching cock with strings of sloppy spit earlier from allowing him to fuck your throat and now using them to stroke his shaft with those long acrylics curled around it. There wasn’t a better way to spend his birthday and he wouldn’t trade it for the world. Especially when all he had to do was lie here and let you give his body the ultimate amount of pleasure. Even more so than his body could withstand..trembling and whimpering, Eren let out more muffled cries and clawed into the flesh of his own palms. His legs shook violently as pools of precum leaked from his aching head. It wasn’t hard to deduce what he wanted. You could all but sense the desperation in the way he scraped his tongue around your folds and even flicked it around that puckering asshole. If he begged hard enough..maybe you’d feel inclined to give it to him.

“Oooh..you wanna come, don’t you, babyboy? You’re trembling..poor thing. Maybe I should ride this dick..let me nut all over it…suck that shit off when I’m done. I know you’d love that.”

but for now…you were enjoying this far more than you should have. And maybe it was a bit self motivated. But something told you that he didn’t mind too much. So as long as you were satisfied..after all, the best part about this cake was the sweet, delicious frosting that filled his mouth at the moment and he’d greedily feast, licking the plate clean so long as you allowed him.

“Eat all you want..this is all for you, daddy. You’re the only one who can get me like this..keep making me come. It’s all yours..”

#cherry’s works ✦⭒ #aot x black reader #black fem reader #eren x black fem!reader #aot au #musician x influencer au #eren jaeger #happy birthday eren #black reader smut #eren smut #eren x black y/n #eren aot #eren drabble #aot smut #smut drabble #eren yeager #black reader #eren #aot drabbles #snk smut #eren headcanons #eren jaeger x black reader #eren yeager x black reader #snk au #snk headcanons #smut headcanons #anime smut #anime drabble #snk #aot modern au

[zanarkandskylines]

₊✩‧₊ ⇢ birthday boy yuuji!

『 ♡ 』 yuuji x fem!reader (18+ under the cut!) -`✧ yuuji itadori masterlist

✩ you wake yuuji up right at 12:01am by smothering him in kisses and softly singing happy birthday, his sleepy giggles filling your bedroom as he's mumbling "aw thank you baby!"

✩ when the morning comes, he's greeted with an entire living room full of pink and gold balloons accompanying the biggest bouquet of pink roses and tulips that he's ever seen. he didn't even know that you knew he loved flowers! (he literally stops to take pictures of every single flower you pass by - how could you not know?)

✩ you spoil him with a mountain of fresh pancakes for breakfast, topped with all the sweets he desires. you're not shocked that he devours at least 3 whole stacks himself, whipped cream and syrup covering his toothy smile.

✩ megumi and nobara text you throughout the day to keep you posted on the status of his surprise party, giving you the signal to bring him by when they're ready.

✩ yuuji is completely shocked when you stroll into the park and surprise him with all of his friends! streamers hung up between pavilions, buffets of snacks and cakes, presents stacked on a table in the corner and plenty of warm smiles from his found-family. he's teary-eyed when they all yell "happy birthday yuuji!" in unison.

✩ yuuji is nothing but smiles all day long as you snap endless pictures of him with everyone - your favorite being nobara and megumi smearing icing all over his cute cheeks while singing happy birthday. they all had silly party hats on and smiles brighter than the sun.

✩ after cleaning up the party, you have a few more presents hidden up your sleeve for yuuji when you get home - he's oblivious to it all.

✩ when you return home together, you ask him to go start running a bath. he doesn't ask questions, just obeys your simple request. once it's full, you can't help but playfully pull him in with you - fully clothed - soaking you both water and bubbles.

✩ wet clothes are stripped from your bodies in succession, relaxing in the warmth of the bath together. you wash his back and hair for him, refusing to let him lift a finger on his special day. he accepts, blissfully enjoying all of your pampering with a smile.

✩ it doesn't take long for him to start quietly panting with need as you massage his whole body from behind, tracing your fingers over and working every muscle you could get your hands on. his hands grip at the plush of your thighs under the water, head rolled back against the top of your breast with his eyes closed. he gasps each time you "accidentally" let your hand brush against the tip of his semi-hard cock.

✩ when you kiss him from above, his cheeks are rosy - enamored with all the tender love you've served to him throughout the day. he turns and picks you up out of the bath, wrapping a towel around the two of you as you make out against the bathroom counter, dripping wet. the kisses are sweet and sloppy, tongues tangling as both of your hands roam each other's bodies. you can still taste the birthday cake on his tongue.

✩ you finally have enough willpower to part from his kisses - long enough to scoot out of the bathroom with a wink and telling him to stay put. he wraps the towel around his waist, attempting to mask his excitement through the tented fabric while he patiently waits for you.

✩ "come and get it, birthday boy!" you call from your shared bedroom. he makes his way down the hall and can smell a multitude of different candles, light flickering against the bedsheets as he sees you splayed out in his favorite pink lingerie set. "you have one more present to unwrap, better hurry."

✩ and by hurry, you mean "treat me like an all you can eat buffet." so he does - sweet and purposeful. he doesn't bother to remove the lingerie from your body, preferring to work around it because it just looks too pretty on you to go to waste. he sucks your nipples and massages your clit through the mesh fabric, loving how it soaks up every drop of your slick to tease himself. he dips his tongue in and out of you between orgasms, drinking up all of your arousal like honey off a spoon.

✩ he doesn't fuck you until you've given him at least two full orgasms, relishing in all the pretty moans and sounds you make for him. and when he does? it's full of love, soft and slow, the drenched mesh panties pulled to the side as they massage his shaft every time he thrusts in and out of you.

✩ between his own moans, he can't help but keep saying "i love you" against your lips, thanking you for being such an angel to him, and how much he adores you. it warms your heart as you melt into him like ice cream on a hot summer sidewalk.

⋆ ˚ʚɞ — happiest of birthdays to one of the sweetest angel protags!! shoujo-coded baby who's forced to shonen. he deserves the world! happy birthday yuuji~ this one's for you both @kweenkatsuki-fics & @yuujispinkhair 💖🎀

#yuuji x reader #yuuji itadori x reader #yuuji itadori #yuuji itadori fluff #yuuji itadori smut #yuuji smut #yuuji itadori drabble #jjk yuji #jjk fluff #jjk smut #jjk #happy birthday yuuji!!!! #☆.rei writes

[here2bbtstrash]

birthday drabble 8 - jjk

@saweetspoiled asked: #84, #139, #149 with jungkookieeee plzzz

pairing: jungkook x reader contains: smut!! college au, infidelity, reader is a cheater & JK has a big dick, protected sex, dirty talk, JK seriously doesn't shut up, size kink, praise kink, spanking, scratching, possessive vibes, JK is lowkey into pain, squirting, sending of a nude without consent oop (don't fucking do this!!!!) summary: you've been planning on breaking up with your boyfriend for a while, and jungkook is here to help.

want more? check out all my birthday drabbles here! requests for these are now closed 💜

“I wonder what your boyfriend would do if he knew what you were doing right now.” Jungkook’s voice is low and hoarse, and he teases your entrance from behind as his hands finish rolling the condom up his shaft.

Braced on all fours on his cramped dorm room bed, you shoot him a look over your shoulder. “Can we not fucking talk about him when you fuck me?”

It seems to be the only time Jungkook wants to bring him up, and it makes you want to smack him sometimes. Not a peep out of the kid when you’re walking to class, or studying in the library, or sitting in the Taco Bell drive-thru line at 2 AM.

But the second he gets you naked, it’s boyfriend this, boyfriend that.

Perhaps you are, objectively, a bad person. You’re cheating on a man you claim to love. But Jungkook is hot. Jungkook has tattoos and a massive dick and always pays for your Crunchwrap Supreme. Jungkook is not 5,000 miles away studying at fucking Oxford.

You know you need to end your relationship. And you will, you tell yourself, when he comes home for winter break. But the thought of ending something that once meant so much to you, that’s been a constant in your life for years, over FaceTime… it just feels wrong.

Not wrong enough that you’re going to stop fucking Jungkook in the meantime, though.

“Suit yourself,” he says with a dark laugh, and you already know you haven’t heard the end of it. But you lose all desire to continue the argument when Jungkook’s tattooed fingers grip your hips, and you feel the head of his thick cock press into your heat.

“Shit,” you hiss. He feels so good, every fucking time.

“Never had a cock this big before, huh?” Jungkook grunts, and he didn’t say the word ‘boyfriend’ this time, but you know what he’s getting at. He fucking loves this shit, touting how much better he is in bed, bigger and better than anyone else you’ve ever had.

You can’t exactly tell him he’s wrong.

He’s still going, shaft stretching you all the way open, so slow it makes you crazy. You wonder if maybe he gets off on the sound of his own voice. “Kept that pussy nice and tight for me. Such a good girl.” You hear him grunt, his hips now flush against yours, and you feel the drag of his head along your cervix as he bottoms out completely. “And you take it so well. Fits so fucking perfect, made for me.”

Jungkook smacks your ass, hard, to punctuate the last word. You wiggle your hips back against him, silently begging him for relief, for movement.

He gives it to you, fast and hard because he knows you can take it, and it’s good enough to have your eyes rolling back in your head. You bury your face in the crook of your arm, arching your back even more for him. The room is alive with primal sounds of pleasure from both of you, punctuated by Jungkook’s endless stream of filthy words and the sharp slap of skin against skin.

When he pulls all the way out, you make a strangled whine before you can stop yourself, your cunt clenching around nothing.

“Flip over for me,” he pants. “Wanna look you in the eyes when you come for me.” Always for him. Never for anyone else. Fuck, you’re starting to believe it, too.

He sinks back into you with a heady groan, babbling into your collarbone now as his hips snap into you ruthlessly. “So tight, so wet, so fucking good.” You tilt your head up to watch him fuck you, and the sight of all of him disappearing into you is enough to have you gushing arousal with every stroke.

Jungkook is always restless when he fucks you, constantly talking, constantly moving. He pulls one of your legs over his shoulder and you cry out as he slams into you at a new angle, your cunt now opened up perfectly for him.

“Like that, baby, yes,” you gasp, back arching up off the bed. “Right fucking there.”

Your hands reach desperately for him, grasping at his shoulder that isn’t covered in ink, the one on the side where your leg is kicked back. Right now it feels like the only thing keeping you grounded on earth. His hips move even faster when you dig your nails into his honey tan skin, muscles flexing under your touch. You swear he gets off on the pain; the sleeve of tattoos kind of gives it away.

“Y-yeah, hnng, you love this fucking cock.” Jungkook must be getting close because he’s losing his grip on his words, unable to get a full sentence out without a strangled whine of effort, and you’re lockstep with him, your arousal coiling tight inside you.

When you start repeating “please, Jungkook, please” like a mantra, he knows he doesn’t have to hold back anymore.

“Come with me, fuuuuck–” he groans as your nails drag over him. “Come for me. Come on this cock.” You’re already there, soaking him with a fresh rush of fluid, and he buries his face into your neck as he comes, too. You’re so lost in pleasure that his delicate whisper– “shit, shit, oh my fucking god” against your skin sounds a thousand miles away.

You stay like that for a minute, chests heaving with sighs, hearts slamming at the same tempo. You don’t even feel guilty about it anymore. The cheating, the sex. Not when it’s this fucking good.

Eyes fluttering open, you peer down to see how Jungkook’s recovering, still pressed against your chest. It’s only then that you realize what you’ve done. “Oh, shit,” you say, failing to bite back a laugh.

He slowly comes to, eyes rolling around in his head a bit, so fucked-out he almost looks drunk. “Hmm?”

“Your shoulder, I– fuck. I may or may not have left some… marks.” Heat creeps up your neck as you give an embarrassed smile. “Sorry.”

“No way, I want to see.” Jungkook rolls over onto his tattooed side, bringing his other arm up for inspection. Thick pink lines are already blooming over his smooth skin. “That’s fucking sick.” Of course he loves it, you think to yourself with a giggle. You don’t know what you expected.

“Where’s your phone?” He asks simply, and you reach over him to retrieve it off the nightstand and hand it over. Jungkook is cool, and you don’t exactly have anything to hide from him. You figure he’s either checking the time or putting on some Spotify playlist.

You don’t expect him to immediately leap to his feet and bound towards his wardrobe, slipping off the condom and chucking it into the bin on his way.

Jungkook swings the dresser door open, exposing the full-length mirror inside, and as you sit up in bed, you’re laughing again because of course he’s taking a fucking selfie right now. Half-hard cock still impressive between his legs, triceps flexing, tattooed hand holding your phone, lips pulled into that stupid pouty duck-face that only looks good on him as he proudly displays his battle scars.

He tosses your phone back onto the bed and you admire the final picture, realizing now that you’re visible in the mirror too, tits out and perky, looking freshly railed and happy.

It’s only once you tap out of the photo that you realize you’re not in your camera roll at all, but in your text message thread with your boyfriend. The last message of which is now this very image– something that’s truly impossible to explain your way out of.

Your jaw goes slack as the adrenaline rush kicks in. This can’t be happening.

“Jungkook!” You’re going to fucking kill him.

He’s still flexing in the mirror, but he winks at you in the reflection. “You’ll be glad I did it soon enough. It was long overdue. And– call me selfish, but I don’t ever want anyone else to touch you.”

#birthday drabbles~ #jungkook x reader #jungkook smut #saweetspoiled #bts smut

[95rkives]

wishes and kisses⼂m.yg

summary: sneaking into his studio with burnt homemade cupcakes to celebrate his birthday.

pairings: producer!yoongi x fem!reader

genre/warnings: established relationship, lover boy yoongi xx, light suggestive themes, fluff

wc: 0.8k

a/n: i’m back to celebrate the man who was send as an apology to all women!! happy birthday, please send signs you’re alive xxxx, everyone.

You hastily left 15 minutes before the clock struck 12.

You didn’t bother cleaning up the kitchen. You didn’t bother putting the milk back in the fridge. You didn’t bother catching a coat in your haste. You didn’t even bother locking the door behind you.

You silently hoped against the odds that he wouldn't miraculously decide to come home early this evening as you hurried through the vibrant streets of Seoul. Clutching a beautifully wrapped bag containing cupcakes that you weren't particularly proud of, you were driven by the closure of patisseries and bakeries. The urgency to surprise him tonight made waiting until morning seem too delayed.

Baking was among your cherished pastimes, so when the cupcakes emerged burnt, you nearly spiraled into a meltdown. The haste during a post-work shower led to this mishap, revealing that multitasking wasn’t your forte.

Stumbling through HYBE’s building, you were greeted by the familiar face of a guard whose shift ended at midnight. Relief flooded over you as your eyes met, signaling that you still had time.

Huffing and puffing from all the running, you allowed yourself leisurely steps toward the studio. Along the quiet hallway, you casually checked a wall clock. 3 minutes to 12.

Ruffling your bangs into place, you wiped away the beads of sweat trickling down your temples. Sucking in the inside of your cheeks, you opened the door to unveil the obsidian shade of your boyfriend's mullet, complemented by matching black headphones.

You bite back a smile as he remained unaware of your presence. Leaning back against the door, it softly clicked shut.

You observed him reclining in his studio chair, enveloped by its plush leather cushions. As he adjusted the headpiece around his neck, you took it as your cue to speak.

"Happy birthday," He flinched, and you grinned. His head snapped back so swiftly that the chair squeaked, spinning him around with the force of his movement.

"Baby," the pet name slipped past his lips in a sigh of relief, and you could physically see his muscles relax. All the days tension seemed to melt away from his features, flowing out the window like a gentle breeze.

"That’s tomorrow," his head tipped back as you stand above him, inviting the chaste kiss you bestow upon his lips.

"Is it?" you teased as he pulled you onto his lap, the small white bag finding its place on yours. He confirmed your words with a glance at the clock, earning you his lazy, gummy smile.

"Oh," he breathed cheekily. Bowing his head, his forehead nestled on the curve of your shoulder, his arm gracefully snaking around your waist.

It took him a heartbeat for his gaze to zero in on the bag resting on your lap, and his free hand sought out your fingers entwined around the silk straps. "What d’you get me?" he rasped in a soft murmur, a gentle reminder of the surprise that had turned your kitchen upside down.

You leaned your cheek on his head, glancing down as you skillfully undid the bow, revealing two cupcakes—one adorned with white frosting, the other with a pastel shade of blue.

"You baked these?" he grinned, lifting his head to catch a glimpse of your profile. He noticed the way your teeth gently sank into your bottom lip as you smiled sheepishly, so subtle that one might miss it, but not him.

“Yeah.”

“Yeah?”

"M’yeah," you giggled softly as his lips brushed the back of your ear, his hand trailing up your thigh, squeezing gently as it settled. Each kiss he bestowed was accompanied by the warmth of his breath, laughter dancing against your skin.

"Feed me some?" he murmured against your skin, his lips delicately gliding over your cheek. All you could sense was his suppressed smile as he neared the corner of your mouth, prompting you to tilt your head to the side, evading him.

"No," you teased.

"What..." he sulked, his hands squeezing your waist and thigh simultaneously, pressing you closer against his chest. He watched as your lips twitched in a grin mirroring his own, slowly forming as his forehead came to rest against your temple.

"Burnt them," you said, scrunching up your nose, and he had to bite his bottom lip to restrain from biting yours.

“No way.” he mocked.

“Way.” you whine.

"Okay," he laughed breathily, reaching into the box to scoop a finger off the blue frosting. "Let's taste test." You observed as the finger neared your mouth, only for him to smear it on your lips, earning an unamused groan from you.

"Why." you cried out in mock exasperation, your words muffled and drawn out into a whine as his fingers squished your cheeks, molding a pout he pulled into a messy kiss. Amid laughter, groans, and squirming against his mouth, he hummed, "Delish," smirking once he pulled away, rolling his lips into a laugh when you smacked his hand away.

#happy yoongi day #birthday special x #yoongi x reader #bts #yoongi fluff #bts x reader #bts fluff #yoongi drabble

[talesof-old]

friends? | j.p.

pairing(s): james potter x reader

warning(s): nothing really, slight mentions of infidelity, breakups due to inappropriately close friendships, slightly rushed and not edited/proofread

word count: 1k

a/n: i’m so sorry this took me so long i lost track of time

masterlist

bsf!james potter + realizations

“You spend all day with him, what else am I supposed to believe!”

Your boyfriend’s—or rather, your ex-boyfriend’s—words were still on your mind, even a week later. A year down the drain, for what? You sighed and closed your Charms textbook. Studying would have to wait for another day.

Your books and parchment were shoved into your bag and then you were exiting the library, ready to put on one of your sad records and wallow in your dorm.

As you made your way to Gryffindor tower, you hear your name being called. You turned. James, followed by his three friends, all looking rather bemused. Your heart beats faster. What was once second nature, a smile and greeting, now proved far more difficult than you could’ve imagined.

James fell into step next to you, fingers intertwining with yours in a motion that appeared as easy as breathing. Your smile faltered before you caught yourself. Holding hands was normal between friends, wasn’t it? Affection came naturally when you cared for people. James squeezed your hand before all but dragging you through the Fat Lady’s portrait.

Unceremoniously, he dropped his bags at the foot of the unoccupied couch and flopped down, bringing you down with him. You fell against the plush cushions, belt digging into your waist.

“You alright? Y’seem a bit…off.” You nod your head. It was no use rehashing the events that had led up to this point. Instead, your gaze turned to where your hands were joined.

You wondered when the lines of friendship blurred between you and James. Before, you’d taken your friends’ teasing in stride, assuming they were just taking the piss at the two of you. Sure, James was attractive and unnecessarily attentive, but that was just James.

He knew all of your mutual friends schedules, knew what they liked or didn’t, always cared for each of you. The thought that he treated you in a different way hadn’t even crossed your mind.

Sirius cackled to your left and you glanced over, watching as his cheeks went red and he shook his head at Remus. You raised a brow. Had you really gotten so caught up in everything that you hadn’t noticed? Heat rushed to your face as you thought back to your boyfriend’s breaking point.

Abba blared in the Common Room, plastic cups littering every available surface filled with some far too strong mixed concoction. Lily had abandoned you to dance with Mary, leaving you nodding along to the music. Your boyfriend would likely be arriving any moment. A Hufflepuff, talented and charismatic, who’d somehow managed to sweep you off your feet in the middle of Divination class.

“There you are.” An arm wrapped around your shoulder. You flinched, your drink sloshing as you turned to gaze at the boy. James’ smile was crooked as he leaned closer to you, pupils dilated. You grinned back, nudging his ribs to curl into his side. He rubbed your shoulder.

“I couldn’t find you earlier, thought maybe you’d abandoned me for some book upstairs.” You rolled your eyes. Someone yelled from across the room, the sound followed by several drunken hollers. You turned to face him. James’ face was barely two inches from yours, eyes unblinking behind his glasses. You raised a brow.

James just grinned, squeezing your shoulders. Your cup was discarded almost immediately as he started guiding you towards the table. Two punches were gleaming in the light, though you could’ve sworn one was far pinker than you remember it being.

“What did you lot do?”

He gasped in mock offense. “Us? You think so lowly of your friends that you assume we’ve messed with the punch?”

Your blank look had him caving.

“Alright, maybe Pads added something.” You huffed a laugh.

“Just be care-“ Another student bumped into you, sending you falling into James’ chest. A ruckus started from where a group of Gryffindors began wrestling. You shook your head.

James turned you around. “You alright?” Perhaps if you’d been paying attention, you would’ve noticed just how close he was, and noted the way he held you.

But you didn’t. However someone else, watching the whole thing, did. He’d made a point to stay back and see if his suspicions held any truth. James Potter was in love with you, even if you couldn’t admit it.

You let James drag you over to your friends, plopping you down on the couch before settling down next to you. With your affectionate disposition, it was only natural to nestle into his side. Sirius wiggled his eyebrows at you; your friend’s teasing would only be taken as a lighthearted jab.

For the moment, you just savored the warmth of James beside you. In the presence of your friends you felt safe and understood. Perhaps that’s why you never questioned it. James pressed a quick kiss to your temple as he leaned forward to grab his drink.

That was enough for your boyfriend. Playing second to James was not a game he wanted in on. And for you to be so oblivious to it all? The sharp sting of betrayal was ample enough reason to show that it was time to bring things to an end.

You shook yourself out of your thoughts. There was no point in dwelling on the awful conversation you’d had with your ex. The realizations you’d had since that night were enough to occupy your time. James wrapped an arm around your shoulders. Briefly tensing before melting into his embrace, you leaned your head against his arm. Despite the hurt you felt from your boyfriend seemingly suddenly breaking up with you, the freedom you now had to question yourself was exhilarating. Perhaps you’d figure out what all this meant, with time. Maybe you could find it in yourself to pay more attention to the actions of a particular friend.

James squeezed your hand. You turned, looking up at him with questioning eyes. “We’re going to the kitchens to grab a few things, you coming with?”

You shrugged. “Don’t see why not.”

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#harry potter x reader #harry potter #james potter x you #james fleamont potter #james potter fluff #james potter drabble #james potter x reader #james potter #james potter oneshot #james potter angst #talesofold birthday special

[sheepmc]

Surprising Neuvillette when he comes home

This is a late birthday drabble for @crystalflygeo

MDNI

Neuvillette coming home to see you only in an apron and shyly greeting him with "W-welcome home M-master" and then telling him that you thought he might like it if it wasn't for the very very obvious bulging tent in his pants

It would take a full minute for Neuvillette to process what he hears and sees right in front of him

Once he does processes it all Neuvillette tries to be subtle in his staring but fails as his eyes slowly travel across every curve and dip of your body that's exposed from the apron and before long his hands starts to roam taking in your expressions whenever his fingers brush against a sensitive area.

His eyes hooded as lust fills them as he leans in pressing his lips to your in a hot passionate kiss that leaves you breathless and dazed unaware that his fingers snuck themselves to your folds teasing them by slowly pushing in slightly then out with the tips of his fingers then he stops.

Neuvillette then lifts you up and carries you to the kitchen counter where he places you at the edge with apron long forgotten and discarded to the floor as he kneels down and kisses his way up your inner thigh then you felt it, a hot puff of air blown on your folds before lips and tongue ravage them in a never ending fury of licks, sucks and kisses that leaves you breathless.

Soon Neuvillette's fingers join in the fun by rubbing your clit in slow tight circles as he tongue fucks your pussy too lost on your taste and cries of pleasure to stop and before long his fingers joins his tongue as he switches between them.

Neuvillette is desperate for wanting you to cum and squirt all over his face, he wants you to make an absolute fucking mess for him until you beg him to either stop or for him to fuck his cocks into you.

Neuvillette continue his pleasurable assault on your pussy making sure to graze and hit your g-spot with his fingers everytime as he growls, groans and moans for you to cum for him

"That's it my love~.. cum for me.. yes yes yes cum.. cum cum~"

Neuvillette moans as you cum for him gulping down every last drop of your essence until he removes himself from your pussy with a sticky wet pop!

Neuvillette can't help but stare at your blissed out body and expression just from him devouring your sweet pussy only to say

"We're far from done my beloved.. we've only just begun~"

Reblogs are much appreciated and please show some of my other works some love too OvO

Sheepy signing off

#enjoy this self indulgent drabble crys OwO #and once again I wish happy/ belated birthday and may the dragon husbands spoil you endlessly #genshin x reader #genshin impact #genshin smut #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact smut #neuvillete x reader #neuvillette smut #neuvillette x reader smut #genshin imagines #genshin x you

[nonranghaes]

jeonghan passes chan a small pink box wrapped with a white bow. even without him saying its from you, chan knows: he knows your handwriting anywhere.

"they've been bragging all day that you'll love their present the most," seungkwan rolls his eyes. "so go ahead and prove them wrong."

chan eyes you as you stand next to where vernon's sitting, hiding a smile behind a plastic cup. the ice crunches together as you watch him, a tender look in your eyes. he pulls one end of the bow, slowly unraveling it from around the box. the lid comes off easily enough, and he has to parse through tissue paper. the thing on top is a gift card to a store he loves.

"aw... honey," he looks at you. "that's nice."

seungkwan, on the other hand, has turned to you. "you said it'd be the best!"

you just shrug. chan keeps digging while seungkwan gloats about his present being the best for sure now... but chan finds something wrapped in tissue paper at the bottom of the small box. someone--mingyu, he thinks, but he's too preoccupied to care--tells seungkwan he should think again...

and rolled up securely in tissue paper is a key with a folded up piece of paper underneath it: move in with me? he looks up, and you're smiling hard enough that you definitely can't hide it with a long sip of your drink. he nods once and pockets it. the two of you will talk about it more later.

(and in the background, he hears seungcheol sigh heavily, all but throwing his own present at chan to open next. no one's going to top "losing your three roommates for one far cooler (and hotter) one," as you later put it.)

#nonranghaes.thoughts #seventeen x reader #nonranghaes.svt #svt x reader #seventeen imagine #svt imagine #seventeen x you #svt x you #dino x reader #dino x you #lee chan x you #lee chan x reader #dino fluff #lee chan fluff #seventeen fluff #seventeen drabbles #svt fluff #svt imagines #will i be able to keep up with all the birthdays. who knows. im gonna try tho

[morningsunandnightsky]

[00: 27 am]

Jaehyun turned to face you as you both lay in bed, a small smile spreading over his lips. His eyes glittered with love and affection, and his hands were behind his head.

You smile back at him and start to lean in closer to cover him in kisses.

“A kiss for your sweet sweet heart,” you said, leaning in to lightly peck his chest. His heart fluttered at your touch.

“And a kiss for your beautiful mind,” you continued, placing a kiss on his forehead as you looked into his eyes.

With a playful glint, you turned to completely face him and said, "And kisses for my all-time favourite, cutest dimples in the whole universe." He giggled as you proceeded to kiss each of his dimples.

You couldn't help but smile at him, feeling so lucky to have him in your life. Your eyes locked with his in a loving gaze when suddenly, his eyes flickered to your lips. Your heart started racing, and you looked away.

Jaehyun noticed. “Do you still get shy?” he asked, pulling you towards him and tilting your chin with one hand.

With a half smile and half smirk on his face, he looked at your lips, then back into your eyes. “Just by looking at my lips?” he said in a deep, low voice.

Feeling even more shy now, you nodded. Jaehyun's hand moved from your chin to your cheek as he pulled you in for a kiss. Your lips moved in perfect harmony, and you felt the butterflies exploding in your stomach.

Your breath mixed together and sent shivers down your backs as your lips met in a gentle yet intense kiss. Your bodies continued to press against one another, holding each other tightly as the kiss continued.

After what felt like an eternity, you pulled back, both of you breathless. Jaehyun had a huge smile on his face as he asked, “Was that what you wanted to do, princess?”, his voice full of love and a hint of teasing.

You nodded, still feeling too shy to speak. But before you could hide in his chest, he quickly gave you another peck on the lips, making your face heat up even more.

“Let me guess, a kiss for my delicious lips?” he said teasingly, knowing exactly what you were going to say. When you let out a soft groan in response, you could hear his deep, hearty laugh in your ears.

His laughter filled the room, and he pulled you closer, cuddling into you. “You're so cute,” he said, causing you to hide your face in his chest.

As you lay there, wrapped in each other's arms, you know that you are exactly where you’re supposed to be—in his arms, with his lips against yours.

#happy birthday to the loml #nct #nct 127 #nct scenarios #nct fluff #nct imagines #jaehyun scenarios #jaehyun fluff #jaehyun imagines #nct drabbles #nct timestamps #nct jaehyun #nct x reader #nct 127 imagines #nct 127 scenarios #jaehyun x reader #jaehyun x you #jaehyun #jung jaehyun #jaehyun timestamps #nct x you #nct u x reader

[thedensworld]

Stupid Cupid | K.Mg

Pairing: Mingyu x Reader

Genre: fluff, love at first sight

Summary: You must be the reason why he's been nervous for tonight's event. There must be something that Cupid has been doing.

Author note: Happy birthday to the charming man, Kim Mingyu! You deserve the world, and I can't wait to see your amazing work and improvements in the future. Thanks to your mother for raising such a gentleman and kind son. Thank you for being born and setting such high standards for men. I can't stop falling in love with you. Every girl needs man like you mingooooooos🥰

Mingyu raised his hand and placed it on his chest, exhaling deeply, which caught the attention of his diligent manager who was navigating them to the venue. Despite Mingyu's seasoned experience with fashion events on an international level, his heart seemed to thump twice as fast for this particular occasion.

"You nervous?!" His manager's surprised tone rang out, to which Mingyu could only chuckle, adjusting his suit and shirt sleeves.

Mingyu shot his manager a look via the rearview mirror that said, "Don't ask me that question. Because I am, and I'm trying hard to pretend I'm not."

Closing his eyes, Mingyu silently thanked his manager when he switched the playlist to a more calming one, silently praying that his heart would follow suit and calm down too.

Once Mingyu entered the event, nothing particularly eventful occurred besides the incessant flashlights popping here and there as he made his way into the venue. Guided by professionals, much like previous events he'd attended, Mingyu found himself experiencing the same routine. Yet, despite the familiarity, his heart continued to pound.

"Mingyu, can we take a photo?" a voice interrupted his tour of the venue, and Mingyu nodded, obliging the request before taking a moment to rest and engage with other guests.

Offering his best smile, Mingyu's attention suddenly shifted as he noticed a figure in a stunning red wine bodycon dress making her way towards him. Though the person thanked Mingyu, he found himself momentarily speechless, captivated by her confidence and the radiant smile she shared while conversing with the director.

"This is Kim Mingyu, you might already know him," the director said, introducing Mingyu to you.

Suddenly, Mingyu felt like he was malfunctioning, barely able to raise his hand to accept the handshake as the world seemed to slow down. His focus was stolen away by your face, your eyes, and the charming sound of your voice as you introduced yourself. He knew you, but he hadn't realized just how attractive you were.

"Y/n and I worked together while she was filming her last movie," the director continued.

Mingyu barely heard the director's words, offering only nods as his senses were consumed by your presence. You looked breathtaking in person, and he didn't mean that you were unphotogenic.

"Yeah... I shot an ad with Seungcheol, Mingyu's member," you added.

Mingyu cursed Seungcheol in his head for gatekeeping you from him all this time.

"I'll let you two talk, I have to go," the director said, excusing himself.

Mingyu and you bowed to the director before facing each other awkwardly. Mingyu couldn't believe this was happening; he felt foolish for acting so awkwardly in front of a girl. He always knew how to handle himself in front of fans, but now he was frozen.

"Seungcheol talked a lot about you," you said, breaking the silence and starting a conversation.

Mingyu nodded, trying to hide the embarrassment coloring his face. "Is it a good thing?"

"Sure, he spoke highly of you. He even said you're his favorite," you replied, offering a reassuring smile.

Mingyu silently rescinded the curse he had mentally placed on Seungcheol. But now he couldn't help but wonder about the nature of your relationship with Seungcheol. Had you two grown close? Were you something more than friends? Mingyu's mind raced with questions.

"Did you two meet regularly?" he asked, attempting to subtly probe for information without breaking the bro code.

You tilted your head before shaking it. "Not really. We met a few times, but we both got busy. He's like a brother,, really."

Mingyu raised his brows, recalling something Seungcheol had mentioned about having a new sister. It must have been you.

Mingyu felt a wave of relief wash over him at your response, glad to hear that there wasn't anything romantic between you and Seungcheol. He couldn't deny the flutter of hope that sparked within him at the realization that there might be a chance for him to get to know you better.

"I watched your movie, Exhuma. Amazing," Mingyu complimented your acting, his voice filled with genuine admiration.

You looked genuinely surprised by the praise. "Thanks. It means a lot to me," you replied, a hint of humility in your tone.

"Actually, one of our members, Vernon, watched it twice just in case he missed anything," Mingyu added, a smile playing on his lips as he shared the anecdote.

You gasped in disbelief, clearly touched by the dedication. "Please convey my gratitude to him," you said earnestly.

Mingyu nodded, making a mental note to pass along your message to Vernon. "Sure," he replied with a warm smile.

"Y/n... Can we take a photo with you?" Two people approached both you and Mingyu. Mingyu gestured for them to take a photo with you, and you smiled and nodded, posing for the camera. Your wavy hair danced in the air as the photo was taken.

Once they left, Mingyu invited you to join him in watching the fireworks, a highlight of the event. He positioned you in front of him, standing closely behind you, almost touching your back. As the night grew colder in the outdoor venue, Mingyu removed his suit jacket and gently draped it over your shoulders. You looked surprised by the gesture, but a warm smile spread across your face as Mingyu gave you an assuring nod.

The tender moment between them was accompanied by the dazzling display of fireworks overhead, casting a magical glow over the scene as Mingyu's gesture of chivalry warmed both your bodies and hearts amidst the chilly night air.

"The fireworks matched the music," Mingyu whispered to you, and you nodded in agreement, turning your head to smile at him.

"This event has a great playlist, by the way," you remarked playfully, eliciting a soft laugh from Mingyu.

"The DJ deserves a raise," Mingyu joked, and you nodded in agreement, sharing a lighthearted moment.

As you two conversed, people nearby couldn't help but take pictures and record videos of the charming interaction between you and Mingyu. The ease and comfort between you both were evident, drawing the attention of the media and onlookers alike.

Mingyu looked genuinely at ease with you by his side, and vice versa, creating a captivating dynamic that sparked interest and admiration from those around them.

The aftermath of that night buzzed with chatter and speculation. Whispers circulated about how Mingyu looked at you adoringly, and how your presence seemed to perfectly complement his energy. Yet, amidst the gossip and rumors, only three individuals truly understood the dynamics at play: Mingyu, you, and probably Seungcheol.

Together, you shared a secret bond, hidden from the prying eyes of the world. Mingyu's affectionate glances and your seamless connection spoke volumes, but the truth remained known only to those within the inner circle.

Perhaps it was the work of Cupid, orchestrating the fateful encounter between you and Mingyu that night, weaving together the threads of destiny in a tapestry of love and intrigue. Whatever the case, the memories of that enchanted evening lingered, etched into the hearts of those who were fortunate enough to witness the magic unfold.

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Scoups hyung: Mingyu!

Scoups hyung: You might be my favorite, but I won't let you hit on my Y/n! She's like a sister to me.

Scoups hyung: Okay, I mean, you might have a chance if Y/n says okay. But I won't let you off that easily!

Scoups hyung: I saw that cheap stare you threw at her!

Scoups hyung: We better meet after this, and you buy me soju!

Scoups hyung: I'm not kidding, okay!

Mingyu: Hyung, chill! Okay, let's meet. But not on Saturday, I have a date with Y/n already ;)

Scoups hyung: You little—

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Kim Mingyu of SEVENTEEN Confirms Relationship with Actress Ji Y/n

In a surprising turn of events, Kim Mingyu, a beloved member of the popular K-pop group SEVENTEEN, has confirmed his relationship with actress Ji Y/n. The dating news has been officially acknowledged by both Pledis Entertainment, Kim Mingyu's label, and BHEntertainment, Ji Y/n's label, putting an end to speculations surrounding the couple.

In their joint announcement, Pledis Entertainment and BHEntertainment expressed their support for Kim Mingyu and Ji Y/n, emphasizing that the two artists deserve happiness in their personal lives. The agencies also urged fans to continue showing love and support for the couple as they embark on this new chapter together.

Fans of SEVENTEEN and Ji Y/n have flooded social media with messages of encouragement and well-wishes for the newly revealed couple. Many have expressed their delight at seeing their favorite idols find love and happiness, pledging unwavering support for their relationship. Fans are eagerly anticipating any updates or glimpses into their blossoming romance.

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