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Agent!Choi San x afab reader

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• Just a little angst/fluff? I wrote. It’s meh and I was just watching bouncy and got inspired by SAN’s look. Kinda sort of but not really a ‘will they, won’t they’ moment. SAN’s a Secret agent or whatever in this.

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“How are you feeling?” You asked.

You had pulled the van over now that you felt you were far enough away. You couldn’t be too careful, not when they were still looking for him.

“I’ll live. You should see the other guys.” San replied with a chuckle before grimacing and holding his side.

You made sure your parking space was secure enough for the time being and climbed into the back of the van. After locating your first aid kit you sat down in front of him assessing the damage.

The Guild.

They weren’t the bad guys, but they weren’t necessarily the good ones either. They did the jobs no one had the guts to do.

San was their top agent who always got the job done. Their golden agent if you would. Coworkers called him Invincible Mountain.

There wasn’t a mission he couldn’t complete.

Only he wasn’t invincible.

You knew that best of all.

You were the one who picked him up after each mission. You were the one that saw his labored breathing while you bandaged him up. You were the one that wiped the sweat from his brow while he fought in his sleep, unable to rest after nights of running.

“I can’t believe they sent you alone.” You grumbled.

“It was a covert mission, stealth was most important.” He said calmly.

San could tell you were upset. He knew that you hated this job.

What he didn’t know was that the only reason you hadn’t quit was him.

“Where do you rank on that list of importance?” You said so low San almost didn’t hear you.

“It’s okay.” San said softly, steadying your now shaking arm. “I’m okay.”

You avoided eye contact as you worked.

“Hey,” He said gently lifting your chin so he could see your face. “Look at me.”

Looking into his soft eyes that we’re worried for you was too much. The tears fell and you angrily wiped them away.

“It’s not okay San. You're not a machine. How hard is it for them to send you some fucking backup!?”

You wanted to yell but knew it wasn’t fair to him so you gritted your teeth until they hurt.

Not wanting your mood to bother San, you took a deep breath. You still felt your face burning and quickly changed the subject.

“So, do you think you can eat? I brought you some porridge.”

San wasn’t sure if he would be able to stomach anything right now. This job… it didn't leave you with much of an appetite.

But as much as he didn’t want to eat he knew that you had taken time out of your crowded schedule to make it for him and just that thought made his heart pang with two many emotions he couldn’t afford to count.

So he sat up as straight as he could and gave you his best smile, dimples and all.

Your heart fluttered as it always did and you cursed the silly thoughts away.

San winced as he picked up the thermos of porridge, the movement straining the pain in his shoulder. You quickly stopped him.

“No No love, let me help you.” You said opening the container and pulling a spoon out of the bag you packed.

San could hardly think with the pain but the moment he heard you referred to him so tenderly he felt as if time had stopped. He couldn’t remember a time when you’d ever called him something like that, and definitely never so softly.

The porridge was still hot so you blew on it, testing it against your lip until it was cool enough before offering it to him. You hadn’t looked at him while you worked so when you finally did you saw a peculiar look on his bruised up beautiful face.

You couldn’t stop the blush that warmed your whole body.

You were glad the van was dim.

All San could do was watch as you prepared a bite of porridge for him with the tenderness that one would for a baby. It felt strange, someone caring for him in such a way. It wasn’t something he’d experienced with anyone.

Anyone except you.

When you looked up at him he couldn’t help gazing into your eyes as emotions rushed him.

Even through the dim light he knew you were blushing.

Your relationship had always been close in the oddest ways.

You would tell him how much you worried for him and missed him while he was busy. You would stay up late preparing meals for him. Sometimes on cold nights you would cuddle up next to him while you two slept.

He’d seen you in your casual clothes while you briefed him for a new mission.

Sometimes you didn’t even have a bra or pants on when he showed up late at night to the door of whatever hotel or cabin you were stationed in asking you to research something for him, but you never made an effort to cover up.

You’d seen him in all states and probably stitched up every inch of his body.

Everyone in the company knew you guys were inseparable which is why they would always send you when it came to dealing with him. After all, you were the only one he would tolerate.

You often drifted to sleep while you worked on the paperwork aspect of the job, resting on each other's shoulders.

To outsiders, there were no clear lines. To be honest, the lines were starting to feel insignificant to you two as well.

As San took a careful bite of the porridge you had so delicately prepared for him, a moment of quiet intimacy enveloped the two of you. The comforting taste squeezed at his heart. Feelings of gratitude and affection for you overwhelmed him.

It was hard to take another bite.

You continued on patching him up between almost forced bites. The stitches of a wound you’d closed up for him not too long ago had popped open. You restiched it along with a new one that now accompanied it.

Luckily this time no severely broken bones, only slight fractures that you bandaged tightly. The more you worked the hotter you became with rage but you did your best to swallow it down.

Suddenly, without too much of a thought, San reached out his hand and gently cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing away a stray tear that you hadn’t realized had fallen.

The air in the van fell heavy with the weight of unspoken hearts.

The weight of unexpressed desires hanging between you.

"You know," San began, his voice soft and warm, "It never hurts when you’re the one that patches me up.”

Your voice trembled slightly as you replied, "San, you don’t have to act tough for me. You know that right?"

San's gaze never wavered as he continued in a whisper.

“This morning when you were late I realized something.”

You turned your head in shame, distraught with yourself for being late.

“I’m so sorry.” You said, swallowing to try and calm yourself.

San continued with a soft smile.

“A million possibilities raced through my mind and all I could do was pray that you were okay.”

“You and I are far too similar.” You said, a small smile tugging at the corner of your lips as you thought about the prayers you prayed on your way rushing to him.

“I realized as I layed in the cold trying my best to stay hidden that- that losing you is my only fear. "

You blinked, completely caught off guard by his words.

“How- why would you lose me?” You said, unsure of how to respond.

You wanted to look away but his eyes had a way of holding yours. “Stop saying ridiculous things and finish eating.

Having finished your work you backed away from him leaning against the opposite wall of the van. You tried to take slow breaths to calm your pounding heart hoping he wouldn’t notice.

When that wouldn’t work you looked back at him with a frown.

“What do you mean by saying that?” You whispered, almost afraid to speak at all.

You squinting in the low light in an attempt to better see every nuance of his now pensive face better.

San shook his head.

“I know how wrong I am to say this… I-I need you to stay strong for me.” He replied, his eyes now glued to nothing in particular on the floor. “I don’t know how much of this I can take if you’re not here to bring me home.”

Home? San did have a place that an onlooker would refer to as a home. You’d pretty much seen him sleep anywhere.

Now in the back of a cold and dark old van as you saw his eyes slow with tiredness.

Why did it feel so safe here?

Just the two of you.

“What home San? That’s not really a luxury we’re allowed.” You asked quietly as the depression of the thought gripped you.

But San never noticed the absence of a bed to sleep on or a roof over his head.

He only noticed the absence of you.

San reached out his hand and you took it without thinking too much, allowing it to anchor you, cradling you from despair.

He gently pulled you towards him and you didn’t fight the urge to rest your tired body against his. He held you as close as he could without hurting himself.

“But you know y/n…” San whispered, his chin resting atop your head where he had placed a kiss so softly you wondered if you imagined it.

You laid still, listening to his heart beat, confirming that you weren’t the only anxious one.

You felt the tension ease out of you as his heart slowed and showed yours how to.

He was alive. He was safe. More and more you were feeling that that was truly all that mattered.

In that rickety old van, far away from prying eyes and the chaos of your worlds, you found solace in each other's arms.

“You are my home.”

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charlesoberonn · 9 months

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We're having another prompt poll on my collaborative worldbuilding Discord server!

You can vote on next week's world right now!

Here are the options:

🎭 A world where identity is tied to physical masks in a metaphysical sense. Social interactions are entirely determined on the creation and trading of masks. Was it always like this? What happens if you take the mask off?

🐉 In the beginning there was the tri-headed dragon. And it breathed out great streams of fire. And from those streams the gods were born. This is a god-making exercise, building a world beginning with a divine pantheon. What gods will we have? What kind of universe will they build?

🧛‍♂️ A world with biologically plausible creatures from folklore. A hominid subspecies that evolved to eat blood in the dark? Vulpine evolution that led to bipedalism? A sapient dragonfly species that resembles tiny humans? Stuff like that.

🍋 Chimeraworld. The animals in this world are a hybrid of two or more animals in our world, no matter how seemingly incompatible. Were they always like that? Do "pure" animals exist? Can more hybrids be created?

🐹 A living star system. A star system where the star(s) and planets are gigantic (but adorable?) creatures. How will they function? What kind of smaller creatures live on or in them? What happens after they die?

Come and join us!

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vierranliveshere · 2 years

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@prokopetz

My D&D group didn’t have an actual session this week, so instead we messed around with Rotate Bird character creation. Five beautiful characters under the cut.

Professor Gecko

Being

✏💎 👓 🕷📎

Professor Gecko is an anthropomorphic gecko who is also a university professor. He is very good at climbing and sticking to things, like most geckos. His most valued possession is the knowledge he has gained along the way. He is also very good at seeing things, especially when they are moving. He prefers his own research to the teaching side of being a professor.

Doing

🎯✋: Precision grabbing

♂🐾: Werewolf boyfriend

≠⏳: No time like the present

Happiness Witch Shi-Kesh

Overall

Shi-Kesh is a collection of human parts that appear to fit together as a normal human, but they rotate at varying speeds about her central Y axis. This does not seem to bother her very much. The colors and exact size of the limbs range throughout normal human colors and sizes, but do not match from one limb to the next. It is possible that there are more than two of each limb, but that is hard to gauge given the rotation and tricks of the light.

She sits astride a blazing torch with various settings like “LIQUIFY” “CARPET” and “AUTOCLAVE”, and wears a rose colored pork pie decorated with fishbones and acorns. Her attire is business formal, 80s style, but in flannel with trains and reindeers in white against a maroon background. In at least one hand she carries a small pouch with the $ sign on it, which emanates a disquieting aura when one presses their ear to it.

Shi-Kesh’s nervous tic is to constantly rock, paper, scissors against herself when given the chance, and to hum the melodies of Muse and Oasis songs slightly off-key.

Her face is a constant changing mask, as the individual features rotate as if on discs. Only one feature is constant; her mithe are always smiling, and her eyes are creased with the small joys of being alive.

When her mount is not in a flaming form, debris surrounds and coalesces around her; it is theorized that if this was allowed to continue unabated for long enough, this swirling mass of small items and junk could potentially form accretion discs and begin the process of birthing planets. Thanks to Shi-Kesh’s love of cleaning with fire, this has yet to occur.

Being 🧹💰🧲✂🌪

Torch/Broom: Shi-Kesh rides a torch, which can double as a cleaning implement, though beware flammable surfaces.

Bag with $ Symbol: The S Is For Sucks (Spell) Any time another being says that something sucks, the concept of that thing is stored in the bag. This energy can be used to fuel happiness magic later.

U with Umlaut: The Sign of the Happiness Witch. Commonly mistaken as a magnetism symbol, this smiling face assures the reader that the bearer of this sign has good intentions.

Scissors: Shi-Kesh cannot lose in Rochambeau, Rock Paper Scissors, or Janken.

Tornado: Debris constantly floats around and is drawn towards Shi-Kesh, and her features and limbs revolve faster the more detritus there is in her space. Use of the Torch Cleaning function may be required to slow her spin, in situations requiring pin-point limb usage.

Doing 🧠♂🎭⏩🍾≠

Brain+Mars: Sign of Martian Himbo

Theater Masks + Fast Forward: Dramatic Acceleration With Tracking Errors

Wine + Not Equals: Circle of Is Not Boozy Enough

“Tex” Luis, the Candy Gunslinger

Being 🤠☁🍴🍋🍭

This character is/has (differentiation is unclear) a powerful relationship between two primal forces: The power of the cowboy and the power of the confectionary chef. Using exquisitely confected candy cane guns that shoot lemondrops, and clouded in cotton candy, this being artfully balances creation and destruction.

Doing

🔀☀ -> Scramble Mechanisms

🚫💀 -> Remove Skulls

🎯, 🌪 -> Tornado shot

Manley “Bright Boy” Laguna

(Being : Bone 🦴, Light Bulb 💡, Red Heart ❤, Black Flag 🏴, and a Globe Showing Americas 🌎)

A brilliant skeleton of indeterminate…a lot of things, once known as the most beautiful pirate in all of Arizona. Now, the only flesh that remains is a bright red heart, which you assume is his? He likes to pass it around at parties; he’ll tell people it’s purely ornamental, but then pretend he’s having a heart attack, and then throw something else at them. At all times Manley is wearing a pirate hat (how would you know about the piracy otherwise?) and a decently sharp cutlass that he says once belonged to Montezuma. To prove this point, he has written “Monty Zooma” on the handle. He doesn’t have a brain, because he’s a bit of a bonehead. However, he is prone to flashes of inspiration, especially when other people are having problems.

(Doing 1 : Screwdriver 🪛 + Female Sign ♀)

His Beautiful Skeleton Wife

(Doing 2 : Paperclip 📎 + Heavy Equals Sign =)

Pull It All Back Together

(Doing 3 : Headphone 🎧 + Prohibited 🚫)

Walk Softly and Carry a Big Stick

Julie

Being: 🍦☂🍋🐾☀ Doing🍎📊, ✂🎯,🥛➗

A outcast radiant protector of the weak, cursed with lycanthropy during training. As a result they were kicked from the order and instead found employment as an ice cream lady. Has a bitching truck to make deliveries that has reinforced bars to protect people during the full moon.

Toxic Schemer

Precice shearing

Fractionate Liquid

#rotate bird #we did not specify a setting but based on results we are envisioning something along the lines of Courage the Cowardly Dog

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zaffrenotes · 4 years

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[TRR] Tempt-est

Book: The Royal Romance Pairing: Serendipity Liam x Trina Rating/Warnings: 18+ NS*W 🍋LEMON ALERT 🍋 smut + fluff = SMUFF Author’s Note: * All main characters belong to Pixelberry, I’m just borrowing them * OCs are my creation * 31 days of ficlets and one shots using Jasmine’s Situational Summer Prompts – Thunderstorm * This wraps up my Summer writing challenge and occurs post-Serendipity series (which I know I still have to finish 😬) * thank you Sooty for pre-reading and helping me through a bit of writer’s block * Word Count: +/- 3600

Taglist: @ao719 @blackcatkita @debramcg1106 @loveellamae @smalltalk88 @thecordoniandiaries // @aestheticartsx @aworldoffandoms @bbrandy2002 @burnsoslow @choiceskatie @darley1101 @dcbbw @gardeningourmet @hopefulmoonobject @isporticus1234 @jovialyouthmusic @leelee10898 @liamxs-world @rainbowsinthestorm @riseandshinelittleblossom @superharriet @texaskitten30 @theroyalheirshadowhunter @the-soot-sprite

The morning blurred by, much like the scenic drive north to the lake house. Azure skies stretched far into the horizon, marred only by the occasional puff of cloud. Eyes trained on the road, Liam smiled softly when he felt Katrina’s hand atop his, hearing her hum along to a song on the radio as she sat beside him.

Six weeks of summer were quickly coming to an end, and in just a few days they would have to go back to New York for the fall semester. Liam wanted nothing more than to spend an infinite number of weeks by the lake with Katrina. He’d never really planned a future with someone before – certainly not when he was with Madeleine, nor with anyone from his previous relationships; but he could see something with Katrina. It was still hazy in his mind, unfocused, but bright – like the good part of a dream that makes you smile in your sleep.

It gave him an overwhelming sense of calm.

Maybe it was young love. Maybe he was falling in love, for the first time in his life. Right now, Liam didn’t care either way; he just knew that the happy days since meeting Katrina far outweighed the unhappy days. He wanted to do the same for her.

They arrived at his family’s lake house just before lunch. The plan was to drop off their things and take the boat out on the lake for a picnic on the water, but Leo had managed to put a wrench in their plans without even being present. After several text messages, Leo confessed that he’d taken the boat across the lake to pick up his date, rather than taking the long way around by car or bike.

Katrina suggested setting up a table by the water would be just as nice, but Liam was determined to make their last weekend there extra special. He packed up their lunch and asked her to get back in the truck, and they were on the road again, to an undisclosed location.

“Li, where are you taking us?” Katrina scanned the road ahead of them, though it was pointless; trees flanked either side of them, and there were barely any road signs.

“Somewhere special,” Liam answered. “A place I used to go to on my own, whenever Leo was too much of a handful, and I just wanted a place to sit and think.”

“So, all the time then?”

Liam chuckled. “A few times a week. Sometimes twice a day if no one else was around while we were up here.”

Eventually Liam veered off the main road, onto a single lane path through the trees. He rolled to a stop when they came to a clearing by the water. A nervous smile made the edges of his mouth twitch, and he looked over to see Katrina’s reaction.

Her eyes widened with awe, and there was a warm grin on her lips. “Liam, this is beautiful,” she marveled, turning her head to the left and right to take in the view of the lake.

“Not as beautiful as my view right now.”

Katrina’s cheeks warmed and she tipped her head down in amusement, before casting a look to him. “You’re so cheesy sometimes,” she giggled. “It’s cute.”

Liam grinned shyly at her. “I couldn’t help myself.” He reached over the console and laced his fingers with hers. Katrina turned in her seat, gently stroked the side of his face, and leaned in to kiss him. She made a choking noise instead, pulled back by the locking mechanism on the seatbelt, and Liam laughed as she struggled to hit the button to disengage the clip, choosing instead to slip her arm over the belt to free herself. “My beautiful, adorable klutz.” He smiled at her as she shook her head in silent embarrassment.

“Just kiss me,” she giggled.

“As you wish.” Liam leaned over, gently wrapping his hand around the back of Katrina’s neck, and pressed his lips to hers. He felt a current in his chest surge through his body as so many of their kisses had done to him before, full of excitement, wanting, desire, and love. The tip of his nose brushed against hers as their heads tilted to new angles, playful nips shifting to long and tender kisses until they needed to come up for air. He pressed his forehead to hers as they caught their breath, noticing that Katrina trembled ever so slightly. “Hey,” he whispered. “Are you okay?”

Katrina nodded silently, shy grin painted across her now swollen lips. “Yeah,” she whispered back. “Sometimes kissing you makes my head spin.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“You should. You definitely should.” She pulled back and tucked her hair behind an ear. “Should we eat?”

“Have a look around, I’ll go set up lunch,” Liam replied.

They exited the truck and he gathered up their food and drinks. While Katrina walked to the edge of the water, Liam unpacked their lunch on one of the tables under the covered picnic area. He grinned, watching her slip her shoes off and gather up the hem of her long sundress in her arms to wade into the water.

They took their time having lunch together, with Liam telling stories about venturing to this spot as a child to clear his head as a young boy. He pointed out the tree he used to climb so he could sit over the water, and the spots where he’d wade in and skip stones. After a walk along the shoreline, they found themselves laying in the bed of the truck, staring up at the sky and talking about everything and nothing in particular.

“That one looks like Pooh bear’s pot of honey,” Katrina said, pointing to a cloud over her shoulder.

“I wish summer could last a little longer, or we could forget about the world for just a few more weeks.” Liam sighed and rested one hand over his stomach.

“That’d be nice. I wouldn’t mind being here for the Fall…with endless pots of tea and crackling fires, staying warm with you on a couch while the trees changed color.” Katrina inched her hand over the truck bed until she found Liam’s hand, and their fingers weaved together.

“That’s the dream,” Liam replied.

The warmth of the summer sun, coupled with full stomachs and the sound of the water lapping against the shore, lulled the pair into an unplanned nap, their hands still entwined as they slept. It was only when the air cooled around them that Katrina woke up, goosebumps trailing across her bare arms. She rolled her neck gently to either side, peeking at Liam with one eye as he slept, before she noticed the ominous grey clouds above them, followed by a rumble of thunder. “Liam…Liam,” she repeated, pulling her hand apart from his to shake his arm. “It looks like it’s gonna storm soon.”

Liam’s eyes shot open and he inhaled deeply, propping his elbows against the truck bed to sit up. Rubbing away the sleep from his eyes, he cast them skyward. “Yup, time to go, don’t want to get caught in that.” They cleaned up any remnants from lunch and hurried back into the truck, noticing how fast the storm clouds were rolling in as Liam sped back towards the house. The distant thunder shook something within them, each rumble and clap nipping at their heels.

Less than a mile from the house, the unmistakable sound of rain hitting steel snuck up from behind them, before a deluge surrounded the car and surged ahead of them. Liam pressed his foot on the brakes to slow down. They bobbed in their seats as he drove down the now mud-slicked path to the house, tires gripping for any semblance of dry earth underneath them. Liam’s arms tensed as he steered, tendons twitching to keep the car steady. He pulled to a stop as close as he could to the house, noticing Leo’s motorcycle nearby; the dock was empty and he hoped Leo would wait out the storm before returning on the boat. “Stay here, I’ll run in and get an umbrella for you.”

“It’s just rain, it won’t kill me,” Katrina teased. She unbuckled her seatbelt and hopped out of the truck, shutting the door with a yelp before disappearing from view.

“Trina!” Liam exited the truck and ran around the front, rain pelting him from all directions. He found Katrina on the ground, laughing at herself as she sat in a massive mud puddle. “Don’t you dare!” he warned, noticing the mound of mud already in her hand.

“Try and stop me!” Katrina did her best to fling the mud at him, grazing the side of his shirt as he dodged out of the way. She held her arm up to let the rain wash the dirt away, and Liam pulled her up.

“What are you, five?” He pushed a few wet strands of hair off her forehead.

“Almost five and a half,” she smirked back. “You got a little something on your face.”

“What? Where?”

“Right…here!” Katrina dragged her other hand down Liam’s face, streaking it with mud. She backed away from him and took a few steps towards the house.

Liam tilted his head up, letting the rain wash off her handiwork, before scrubbing a hand down his face. He looked over to her and saw a spark of mischief in her eyes. “Now you’re gonna get it!” he yelled playfully, pouncing after her. Katrina yelped again and took off towards the house, but her speed was no match for his long strides; she shrieked with glee when his arm hooked around her waist, both of them toppling to the ground from the momentum. Katrina rolled over onto her back, arms pointed to the sky, with a huge smile on her face as it rained down on them. Liam simply grinned at her.

After a moment, he sat up and got to his feet, offering a hand to Katrina to pull her up. He pulled her close and leaned down to kiss her; softly at first, growing with need as the kiss deepened and he felt her hands bunch the fabric of his shirt on either side of his waist. They broke apart, Liam grasping her shoulders, when a thunderclap sounded off nearby. “We should probably get inside.”

Katrina startled again when another clap of thunder occurred, and she nodded emphatically. “Yup, yup, fun time’s over!”

“I think it’s just beginning,” Liam smirked. The pair of them ran towards the porch, slightly winded from their sprint for cover, and he tugged gently on her hand. With a small twirl and a nudge, Katrina sat on the small wicker settee, giggling up at Liam. He knelt down before her, dripping wet, telltale ember of heat smoldering in his eyes.

Katrina felt his hands on her ankles, nimble fingers moving up her calves, and her knees parted as he leaned closer, as his hands continued their northward journey. She bit her bottom lip in anticipation as Liam kissed one knee, then the other, pushing up her waterlogged skirt up her thighs, his lips warm against her chilled skin…when Liam pulled away and began to laugh softly. “I…” She stopped to scrutinize the look of amusement on Liam’s face. “You better have a good reason for laughing at me right now, Liam.”

Liam held up one of his hands defensively, the other clutched around his ribs as he laughed harder. He shook his head and tried to control what was now turning into a fit of giggles. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he wheezed between laughs. “You’re just…dirty.”

“What?”

Liam swiped two fingers against her inner thigh, holding them up to show Katrina. She gasped at the mud on his fingers, laughter bubbling up from her throat as she looked down at the stain on her dress from her fall into the mud puddle earlier. Liam wiped his hand clean on his equally stained pants and stood up, prying his shoes off in front of her, and started unbuttoning his jeans. Katrina’s eyes widened as he peeled the soaked denim from his legs, fishing his keys out of a pocket. He pulled his shirt over his head, wringing it in front of her as he stood there in just his underwear. “Strip,” he grinned, collecting his clothing.

“Excuse me?”

“I’m just getting started with you, but we’re muddy and soaked,” he explained, helping her up. “I’m going to put our clothes in the washer,” he leaned down and kissed her temple, “and then you and I…” He paused to kiss her cheek, and the shell of her ear, “will clean up in the shower, so we can have sex until you can’t stand it anymore.”

“I…umm…” Katrina stammered, eyes fluttering closed as Liam continued to kiss his way down her neck. She slipped out of her sandals and moved to stand on the cushions to get closer to Liam’s height, her arms wrapping around his neck. Her fingers combed through Liam’s hair, grabbing fistfuls of it when his thumb began to rub circles over her breast, the sensation causing her sensitive skin to pebble and harden with arousal.

“Do you like my plan?” he hummed against her neck. Katrina nodded her head in response, arching her body so she pressed up against his chest. Liam pulled away, taking a small step back. “Arms,” he urged, tipping his chin at her. She raised her arms up, and Liam pulled the dress over her head, devilish grin on his face as he took in the sight of her in blue lace. He bent down and picked up his clothes and keys, turning back to kiss Katrina again, one hand moving to cradle her jaw. Katrina hopped down and picked up their shoes as Liam hurried to the front door and unlocked it, swinging it open. “Get inside and hop in the shower, I’ll join you in a minute.”

“Liam…Liam, wait,” Katrina panted, her hand splaying against the tiled wall. “We should…we should…get…” she panted again, hooking her leg around Liam’s thigh. “Ohmygod,” she moaned, and the leg she was standing on wobbled.

“Yes?” Liam hummed. His fingers dipped between Katrina’s folds as he held her upright.

“We can’t have shower sex,” she sighed against his face, nipping at his earlobe.

“Why not? We’re halfway there.”

“There’s a foot of difference between us, it’ll never work.”

Liam pulled away from Katrina’s neck and quirked his brow at her. “Hook your legs around me, I can use the wall for leverage.”

Katrina giggled through her sighs of pleasure. “We’re gonna fall,” she warned. “The soap, the water…I…ohhh,” she moaned into his ear. “You’re so good at that.”

“Hook your other leg, Love.” Liam’s voice was hoarse against her skin. “I can manage.”

Her resolve weakened by Liam’s actions, Katrina hopped and hooked her legs around his waist. He pressed her back into the tiling to steady himself, pulling his fingers from her, and lined the tip of himself against her warm folds, teasing her entrance as he balanced her weight on his hips. She hissed gently as she relaxed and lowered herself onto him, her own arms straining to keep herself up while they were wrapped around his neck and shoulders, and Liam’s mouth dropped open.

Then his foot slipped.

Liam widened his stance for balance, but Katrina unlatched her legs and set her feet down, pulling themselves apart. “See?” She ran her hands down the length of his torso, fingers trailing over hardened abs. Liam moaned softly when she wrapped her hand around him and slowly started to stroke his shaft. “I don’t want to stop, but I don’t want us to slip and fall, or worse,” she breathed, stroking him faster. “I don’t want to break anything and explain what happened to your parents. Or Leo, for that matter.”

The storm raged on outside, thunder roaring and rainfall so thick the world was just a blur of shapes and colors. The sounds of the storm muffled the moans coming from Liam’s bedroom. He watched as Katrina rode him, their bodies still damp from showering, wet tendrils of her hair clinging to her skin every time she tipped her head back or let it drop forward. His fingers dug deep into the smooth skin of her thighs, her hips grinding against his with every thrust, trying in vain to merge themselves together beyond physical limitations.

“You’re magnificent,” he breathed, gripping onto her hips. He pressed his thumbs against her hip bones and Katrina bit one side of her lip. The pace at which she moved was dizzying, and she arched her back, arms moving behind her so she could hold onto his thighs for balance. Spread out before him, he could only look on with quiet reverence at the sight of her naked form. “Fuck, Trina,” he uttered, eyes shifting to where their bodies were joined. He watched himself disappear inside her over and over again, feeling the contrast of her immense warmth and the coolness in the air each time she pulled away. “You’re soaking wet.”

Liam thrust his hips up as she ground herself down, and Katrina bucked forward. She steadied herself again, pressing her palms onto his chest, grinding against him harder and faster. He tucked her hair behind her ear, cupping her face for a moment, before he quivered at her efforts. She was practically bouncing on top of him, the length of him sliding in and out repeatedly. It was ecstatic agony as he tried not to find release from her actions. Liam slid a hand between her legs, his thumb rubbing circles against her clit, and she shuddered above him, quickening her pace. “Yes, Liam, yes,” she hissed between breaths. “I’m close, so close.”

“God, I love watching you,” he groaned softly. “You’re exquisite.”

“Kiss me, please,” she begged. “I’m nearly there.”

Liam sat up, digging his heels into the mattress for any form of leverage, and wrapped his arms around Katrina’s waist, pulling himself up. Her breasts bounced against his skin, and he tore himself away from them to gaze into Katrina’s eyes, wild and dark as the storm outside. He cradled the back of her head with one hand, fingers tangling in her raven locks, and he tugged on a handful of hair. She gasped in response, lips curling into a pleasant grin. “Come for me,” he whispered. “I love to hear you…fuck, I love you.” He crashed his lips into hers, putting all his love and passion into the movement, trying to express how much he loved her in the space between them. He pressed her body to his and kissed her again, nipping at her bottom lip, and Katrina pulled away, pressing her cheek to his as he felt her inner walls grip the entirety of himself. His jaw ticked at the sensation, once again trying not to come before she did.

“Liam… LIAM!” She moaned into his ear as she came undone, hips moving against him like a woman possessed, walls pulsing as she saw heaven flash before her eyes. Her body stilled in the wake of her orgasm, breathing hard as everything came back into focus. She could hear the rain pouring down, and Liam’s labored breaths beneath her. Hips rocking back and forth again, a wicked grin flashed across her face and she dragged her nails down Liam’s back, earning a sharp hiss from him. Her body ached as she moved against him, and a pleasant throbbing began to build between her legs once more. She sucked on his earlobe and whispered in his ear. “Your turn now.”

With a tiny growl, Liam grabbed hold of Trina’s waist and rolled on top of her, driving himself as deep as he could inside the divine space between her legs. Her back arched off the mattress in response, and she dragged her nails up and down his arms, leaving tiny, ragged trails with each pass. The only conversation between them was the sound of sharp panting and rapid breathing, eyes on the other full of love and lust.

He leaned down and kissed her. “I love you,” he huffed. The grin on his face was nearly bashful.

“I love you too,” she murmured. Katrina folded her leg up and Liam hiked her ankle over his shoulder. She exhaled sharply before whimpering at the new, tighter feel of him, nodding her head silently to let Liam know he should keep going. Noticing the small grin on his face, and the way his brow wrinkled, she gripped him with all her might as he continued to sheathe and unsheathe himself.

With a shaky breath, Liam looked into her eyes once more and nodded his head, leaning down to kiss her. “Can I?”

“Come for me, Love,” she whispered back.

Liam slammed his hips into Katrina, trembling above her; she felt him throb against her walls before he dropped down onto his forearms to either side of her. He planted a weary kiss to her lips and rolled to one side, keeping one hand on himself to keep the condom from falling off, and collapsed onto the mattress. They both laid on their backs, chests rising and falling as they caught their breath.

Katrina eventually rolled onto her side, grinning at him. “You look like you need another shower,” she teased, drawing an invisible line across his chest, now covered in a thin sheen of sweat.

Liam sighed and turned his head to her. “Care to join me? Again?”

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tangylemonade · 3 months

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Worth It

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Wonwoo Drabble

Smut

No idea how many words. I didn’t even proofread this. I’m trying to slowly get back into writing with a few drabbles but idk. I wrote this after the Wonwoo live where he talked about breaking his glasses. My dirty mind wrote this right away but I only just got around to posting it.

Wonwoo’s hands frantically squeezed every curve of your body.

His lips were hot against skin.

Frantically he wanted all of you.

Your shirt lifted above your head allowed the cold air to perk your nipples while his gentle fingers left buzzing along your bare skin.

Careful not to break another pair of glasses today, you took a moment to gently take off Wonwoo glasses and place them on the vanity behind you.

The vanity was scattered with the makeup you were supposed to be putting on him for his live schedule later but the idea of ravishing each other behind a hopefully locked door was more tempting.

You missed each other too much to wait.

Wonwoo pulled your legs around his waist lifting you against his body. You felt his arousal pressing deliciously into your heat.

Moaning into the kiss was all you could do as your mind spun frantically in anticipation.

The warmth of your supple bare skin against him was al consuming for Wonwoo. Without a thought he placed you on the vanity nocking a few of the things to the ground and crushing a few others.

His strong hand on the small of our back kept you pressed into him as he slid up your skirt before unbuttoning his pants.

“Won..”

His name rested unfinished on your lips as he pushed into you. You threw your head back, forgetting yourself in the pleasure.

“Shhhh…” he said, reminding you that you two weren’t the only people in this building. Normally Wonwoo would love to hear you screaming for him but for the sake of the quicky, silence was unfortunately required.

“Fuuuck…” you moaned through gritted teeth as his rhythmic strokes already had you seeing stars.

Your slick cunt was tight around his throbbing cock, both of you only just realizing how long it’d been.

He said his own selection of curses into your neck as he peppered your skin with hot kisses.

“Mhhh…Wonwoo…” was all you could say as pleasure ripped through your body leaving you thoughtless and out of breath. Wonwoo followed soon after with a grunt before resting his tired head on your shoulder.

After catching your breath and reorganizing your clothes on your body you begin to clean the mess Wonwoo had tossed to the floor.

“Oh this palette is totaled.” You said with a laugh.

“Thankfully I think that’s all that’s bro-“ you gasped, cutting your sentence off as you kneeled down to pick up Wonwoo’s glasses. Well, one of the pieces of his glasses. The other piece had somehow slid to the other side of the room.

You held out both pieces to him with apologetic eyes.

He threw his head back in gorgeous laughter.

“So fucking worth it.” He said taking the two pieces from you and examining them.

“Got any tape?”

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Last Night

Heeseung x afab reader

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT •

SMUT (w/cursing)

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I was having Heeseung hard hours and wrote this last night. I barely edited it so let me know if you find any spelling mistakes 😽.

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Don’t fuck the talent.

Seems simple enough, right?

Right.

So could someone kindly explain how and why you were currently under Heeseung at 3 in the mornings making the bed shake to a sinful tune.

Waking up the morning after while ‘shit shit shit’ played on repeat in your head as you looked over at the slender yet muscular frame that was cuddled up against you, arm draped over your waist.

A glance at his watch revealed it was the afternoon and you let out a groan.

The sun filtered and flickered through the curtains as the wind from the open window sent them aflutter, your wind chimes pleasantly singing.

The man stirred next to you, slowly opening his eyes, squinting as the sunlight beamed down on his unfairly handsome face. The rays felt comforting and warm on your skin despite the cool air that was blowing through. Tricky situation aside, you found yourself suddenly smiling at how satisfied and well rested you felt this lovely morning.

Heeseung on the other hand, who was still going through the initial shock, sat up quickly and looked down at you who didn’t even bother to move from your relaxed posture in bed.

No benefit in panicking now you thought, not after the way he licked your pussy and sucked you clit until you shook last night.

You could almost see recounts of the night racing through his doe eyes.

He looked at you again, this time staring as a blush slowly crept into his face.

You raised an eyebrow confused.

You hadn’t realized that the blanket had been removed in his panicked scramble.

But he did.

He noticed everything from how the warm sun glistened on your glowy skin to how the light reflecting from the wind chimes you had hung on your curtain rod danced along the curves and lines of your body, furter enticing the beauty that had him mindless.

“Uhh..you.” He stuttered, his eyes flickering across your body, finally drawing your attention to the reason for his sudden shyness.

“Oh..” you pulled the blanket around your chest and sat up.

You weren’t the only one still in your birthday suit.

Now sitting up your eyes couldn’t help but wander along his body.

Quickly noticing your line of vision, Heeseung pulled the blanket around his waist.

Your face felt warm despite the fact that just hours ago your mouth had kissed and licked out all of the curses he knew in English and Korean.

As thoughts of last night began to settle back in the panic you thought you’d curbed rejoined the party setting off your dreadful habit of word vomiting.

“Listen.” You said breaking the silence. “Heesung, I'm sorry. This really is my fault. I should’ve been more responsible. Especially since I’m…”

Heeseung wanted to listen but he just couldn’t focus. Not when the way your pretty lips moved sent more replays of what else you had done with them flashing through his mind.

Agonizingly his cock began to throb despite his internal plees with himself to calm down.

But he couldn’t. Not when he experienced the way your beautiful mouth felt wrapped around him just hours ago. The way your lush body fit in his hands as he felt you the way he’d always wanted to. Not when he finally got to kiss your lips and they tasted exactly as he knew they would. Sweet and supple.

Now all he could focus on was how much he wanted to kiss you again.

“Heeseung?”

The beautiful sound of your voice calling his name brought him back to the present. He looked up at you only to find you looking down. Following your eyes he saw the tent in the blanket he’d loosely pulled around himself.

“You weren’t listened to a thing I said were you?” You asked, face burning once again.

You stood and wrapped the sheet around you, tucking it into itself so it would stay up.

Heeseung didn’t even bother to cover his erection as he stood and wrapped the towel he’d tossed on the floor last night around his waist, tucking it the same as you.

The regret and shame of your previous actions no longer pulled on him. Not even one little bit. And how could they when you were still so beautiful in front of him and he knew he wouldn’t blink before he did it all again.

“I always imagined what it would be like to have you under me.” Heeseung suddenly proclaimed.

You backed up as he stepped closer to you, blinking in shock at his sudden statement.

He continued to walk closer until your back was against the wall and he was so close to you that his erection brushed against your thigh.

“Heeseung th-this is serious.” You said, squeezing your legs together. You suddenly felt desire pooling hot in your core. “We-we could get in trouble. We shouldn’t…”

“Why?” He said, suddenly cutting you off. “Why when we clearly both have been wanting this”

“Heeseung…“

“It was dumb to think I could stop craving you after one taste.”

“That was the plan Heeseung. One night. We get it out of our systems and move on.”

The heat from his body felt so good in the cold winter morning air so you could barely think straight.

“Well that was the dumbest fucking idea Y/N because right now…I- I want you more then ever.”

His strong fingers wrapped around your hand before traveling up your arms leaving goosebumps in their wake.

Cupping your face with gentle hands, he looked into your eyes with his big round brown ones.

Those eyes you couldn’t resist and couldn’t deny.

You wanted to run, scream, and kiss him all at once. You swallowed and pitifully searched his eyes for any sign to end this but all you saw was the same look that got you in the mess in the first place.

“That’s why I said I’m sorry.” You choked out “I was wrong to think we should’ve indulged in any of this. I was drunk- I…”

“You and I both know you weren’t darling.” He said cutting you off once again. Heeseung didn’t see the point in lying just to deny your obvious infatuation with each other. Neither of you were stupid.

You looked away from him, afraid to cry or say anything else.

Heeseung softly caught your chin between his index finger and thumb, bringing your eyes back to his.

Looking into your shaking pupils he knew right away just how scared you were.

Scared to pursue something you weren’t certain of. Something that could end so badly for both of you.

But he also knew that he was right. You couldn’t have been more sober last night.

You had wanted him just as much as he needed you.

You still do.

“Fuck!” you said under you breath. It was too late to turn back now.

But even if you could, would you?

You grabbed his face and pulled him towards you. His mouth was so very warm against yours as he invited you in. Your hands raked through his hair and he undid the tuck of the sheet from around your body.

Heeseung pulled you closer to him as the wrinkled white linen pooled around your ankles, his hands once again finding purchase against the smoothness of your body.

Your nipples were hard against his chest as he pressed you between him and the wall, your back arching to escape the cold.

His towel that loosed on the commotion joined the white bundle of fabric at your ankles and his erection, now freed, pressed against your stomach tantalizingly.

You reached down instinctively and began to stroke his silky member, pre cum already seeping from the tip. He groaned into your mouth and you hummed in satisfaction at the way everything felt perfect with him.

His hands unable to pick one thing to focus went up and down as he squeezed your thighs and hips then your waist and boobs.

All of you.

Heeseung wanted to have all of you.

Ever since the first day you showed up and were introduced as the choreographer for their most recent song. Your radiant smile left his heart pounding and his palms sweaty. Focusing on the moves you showed became increasingly more challenging when he noticed how sensually your body moved with every dance.

And good god you smelled heavenly.

He cursed himself for acting like a creep but one day he caught you watching him in the mirror and his thoughts began to wander beyond his control.

What if?… no. It wasn’t possible. But…what if you thought about him too.

As impossible as it seemed his suspicions were undeniably confirmed when he saw the lust filled gaze in your eyes yesterday while celebrating the songs first win with the members and staff.

You excused yourself and he talked himself into following you a little bit after, catching you in the parking garage on the way to your car.

“Hi?” You said, feigning confusion as if you hadn’t just been telepathically begging him to ravish you..

But you knew why he came. It was the same reason why you were leaving.

You didn’t want to do anything stupid but the opportunity was too tempting to let go.

You’d talked with Heeseung many times during work and each time you spent every opportunity flirting while it often felt like he was trying to undress you with his eyes.

It was too much tonight. You felt like you had to leave or you might fuck him right there in front of everyone. His eyes that twinkled into yours was the final straw.

Your mind screamed at you that this was off limits but your body wouldn’t comply.

You didn’t stop him from giving you a ride home and you didn’t stop him from pressing you up against the inside of your house door as you tore each other's clothes off.

And right now you didn’t stop Heeseung from doing it all again as he pressed you up against the wall after you slid a condom onto his aching cock.

You didn’t stop him even a little bit as he slid into you, catching you as your knees buckled a bit from the instant pleasure.

The sound of you moaning his name had him gritting his teeth with increasing desire.

Your lips were swollen and hot with Heesungs kisses.

His sucks and nibbles at your collarbone would surely leave marks but you didn’t care in the least bit.

His hips rolling into you at a breathstoping rhythm was all you could process.

You held onto his back, your nails digging into him as the heat began to deepen in your core.

Heeseung’s cock twitched inside of you, your walls squeezing and milking him in the most delicious way.

Moans fell from his kissed pink lips as your pussy swallowed him and left him feeling dizzy.

Heeseung lifted your thigh against his hip, skillfully rolling into you. It only took a bit longer before his orgasm rippled through him, his heat filling the condom. And it wasn’t long after him that you followed, the fluttering of your pussy delectably squeezing his pleasure into overstimulation.

You twitched in his arms as he did a few more lazy strokes before pulling out and leaving you feeling strangely empty without the stretch of him.

You stayed leaning against Heeseung as he held you up against the wall. He peppered little kisses on your neck and shoulder as you both caught your breath enough to head to the bathroom.

“Now.” he said softly, lifting you up and placing a kiss on your nose. “Let’s go shower and eat breakfast.”

The simply nodded still too drunk off of his dick to do anything else.

He gingerly caressed your skin as he helped you wash (despite you being completely capable of the task yourself) leaving you feeling absolutely dreamy. You couldn’t resist making out in the shower so you didn’t even try but sadly it was cut short by the ring of Heeseung’s phone reminding you two to stop screwing around.

“You're lucky the live isn’t until 6.” Jake said to Heeseung over the phone.

You sat quietly as you chewed on a bit of toast and jam Heeseung had so kindly made while you prepared the eggs.

You started to quietly laugh at the way Jake was scolding Heeseung but that ended quickly when you heard your name being mentioned.

“I know your with Y/N because you guys had been eye fucking all last night so don’t even try to deny it.”

Heesung laughed at your wide open eyes of shock and you could practically hear Jake rolling his eyes.

“Whatever.” Jake said. “You need to be at the shop in like 30 minutes so don’t be late or I tell everybody exactly why you are.”

Heesung hung up on Jake without a word.

“Should I give you a ride?” You asked.

Heeseung nodded in agreement before going back to eating his breakfast in no rush.

You grabbed a jacket from your closet before putting your keys in your bag and heading for the door.

Heeseung, who was already ready and leaning against the door waiting for you, grabbed you by the waist and pulled you against him. You couldn’t help the giggle that escaped you.

He leaned in, carefully placing a soft kiss on your smiling lips.

“Yup,” Heeseung said after he pulled away from the kiss.

You tilted your head and raised your eyebrows inquisitively. “What?”

“You taste too fucking good to quit.”

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tangylemonade · 1 year

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𝚂𝚆𝙴𝙴𝚃

𝙹𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚡 𝚐𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

𝙲𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚂𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚙𝚝. 3

𝙲𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚜 & 𝙲𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚙𝚝. 𝟸

𝙳𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚋𝚕𝚎

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⚠︎︎ & ☁︎︎ : 𝚂𝚖𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙵𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏

𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜: 𝙹𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚙𝚕𝚘𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚡, 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙹𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 ♡

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 𝙰𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 1𝚔

𝙸'𝚖 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚢 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚗 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚏 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚜𝚗’𝚝 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸’𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚘 𝚝𝚘 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚝. 𝙸’𝚖 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚗��𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚘 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍. 🤍

𝙰𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜, 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚍𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝! ☻

Bliss.

Every moment has been pure bliss. On free days you would talk through the night and make love in the rays of the rising sun. Nearly sleeping through your alarm clock was the norm and the time you tried to save by showering together was spent on everything you did instead of showering.

You were a drug Jeonghan couldn’t get enough of. When you went to work you would text him that you missed him. During your lunch breaks you would head to the single bathroom and facetime him.

Days when Jeonghan was busy and you would get home first were the hardest for him. The pictures you’d send were pure and absolute torture. You would always shower first thing and sometimes your way of letting him know you were safe and sound at home was increasingly more insinuating pictures/videos.

Today you filmed yourself lotioning, paying close attention to all his favorite things.

Hard.

That’s how he felt for the rest of the day. Hard, hot and restless. You owned his thoughts so much that he didn’t even reach for the pack of cigarettes that were no longer in his pocket.

When he got home there was no time for words. You were already in his arms and he was already taking his serving of all that he craved. What he couldn’t fit in his hands he occupied with his lips.

Jeonghan wanted to devour you. You had to fight him for a breath and even that was breaf.

Images of the sensual videos you’d sent him played in his mind as he once again recounted the things he swore to do the moment he saw you.

Now you we’re against the wall. His warm breath tickled agonizing shivers down your skin as you begged for him to fill you.

“Not yet.” Jeonghan mused. “I haven’t taught you enough of a lesson.”

You were frantically impatient. He managed to be everywhere on you and yet it wasn’t enough.

More. You needed more of him.

Just as you always do.

His taste was irresistible. The way his tongue felt against yours. So so sweet.

Down on his knees his face rested between your thighs. Your clothes had long been discarded, granted there was never much to begin with, courtesy of your plan to greet him. His mouth was like fire against your core. Your desperate hands pulled at his locks of silky hair as you struggled to form even the smallest thought beyond breathless pleasure.

Endless pleasure.

Even when your leg was twitching and you were all but collapsed on the floor Jeonghan didn’t stop. After all, you had a lesson to learn.

Only once you were too sensitive to do anything but cry did he pull away. You felt cold without him. He softly swiped your tears away and tenderly kissed you. His lips tasted of you.

“Should we continue?” He asked, his voice as soft as the kisses he brushed against your lips and tears stained cheeks.

“Please.” You said hoarsely, your greedy hands reaching to feel him.

You pulled him back to you, clumsily undoing his belt with one hand while you palmed the bulge underneath his jeans with the other.

You needed more of him. Always and forever. Enough wasn’t a possibility.

Once you’d freed him from his constraints no time was wasted before he flipped you around, pressing you against the wall before pushing into you. Stars painted the world around you, his touches buzzed against your skin.

“Mhhh…Jeong…ahh…han.”

That was all you could say just as he slammed into you again, this time leaving no breath to spare.

Your face cradled in his hand as he guarded your head from the wall. With the other arm he held you impossibly close, your back pressed snugly against his chest. You felt the pounding of his heart while his rapid breathing let you know just how much he was losing himself in you. Jeonghans pace quickened as he got closer and closer.

The organism that rippled through you was of great magnitude but he still hadn’t finished. As much as you hated the thought of him not finishing the overstimulation was too intense for you. Knowing your body well he knew you were truly at your limit. He pulled out and you looked at him in delirious concern. Even though you were completely spent you still wanted him to be able to have his fill.

“You're tired.” He said before you could protest . He looked a little pained as his apoching orgasm slipped away.

He wasn’t wrong. You couldn’t take anymore but that didn’t mean you couldn’t give.

Without a world you dropped to your knees and pulled off the condom.

Jeonghan couldn’t believe how spectacular your tongue felt against him right now. You did all the right things with your hands and mouth, never leaving anything out.

It was long before his hot seed was shooting down your throat. With full eye contact you swallowed, driving him absolutely mad.

Fuck. What’s a guy supposed to do with a lover who could do all THAT with their mouth? Either way you two had forever to find out.

Shower, then bed.

Jeonghan layed on your stomach as you played with his hair. You loved to put little braids in his hair that he never took out until he got ready for work.

Sweet nothings were whispered.

Jeonghan would ask about your day. You would ask about his.

Some nights the talks would be serious. But tonight it was light. Light and airy like whipped cream, sweet as it too.

The way Jeonghan looked up into your eyes was his confession of love to you for the umpteenth time. Your response was always the same.

A fight of who could think of the most absurd ways to confess their love was tonight's event.

It ended in laughs and cuddles.

The night was cool and your hearts were warm.

Sweet sweet bliss.

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𝑷𝒆𝒕 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒔.

𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚋𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚛𝚑𝚢𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝙹𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚜.

𝚈𝚘𝚞’𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚊𝚢?

“𝙶𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙳𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚕𝚢!”

𝑪𝒖𝒅𝒅𝒍𝒆𝒔!

𝙳𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗’𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚘𝚠, 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎’𝚜 𝚕𝚊𝚙.

𝙸𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝’𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐.

𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝’𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐.

𝑾𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒆𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒉𝒊𝒎.

𝙽𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚜.

𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚏 𝚒𝚝’𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍, 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜.

“𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚙 𝚒𝚜 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎. 𝙸 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚝’𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚢𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜”

𝙷𝚎 𝙷𝙰𝚃𝙴𝚂 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚙.

𝑯𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒐 𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖.

“𝙲𝚊𝚗 𝙸 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛?”

“𝙲𝚊𝚗 𝙸 𝚋𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚑?”

“𝚂𝚒𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎. 𝙸’𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚙𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚗.”

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒛𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒇𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔.

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚘𝚠𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙾𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚒𝚣𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚍𝚎.

𝑬𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝒔𝒖𝒑𝒑𝒐𝒓𝒕 𝒃𝒐𝒚𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅

𝚈𝚘𝚞’𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚡𝚑𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍?

𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚢 𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍𝚞𝚕𝚎 𝚑𝚎’𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚖 𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚑.

𝙳𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚢?

𝙹𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛.

𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚍𝚎𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚗’𝚝 𝚟𝚘𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚎𝚍.

“𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚞𝚙𝚜𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚔𝚎𝚢𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚘 𝙸 𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚘𝚗𝚎.”

𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈’𝒔 𝒂𝒘𝒌𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒐𝒓 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒇𝒖𝒍.

𝙷𝚎’𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚢/𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐.

𝑵𝒂𝒂𝒂𝒂𝒂𝒑𝒔.

𝙽𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚜 𝟷𝟶𝟶% 𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎.

𝚈𝚘𝚞’𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚙𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚜.

𝙰𝚛𝚖, 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚐𝚑, 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛, 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚝, 𝚋𝚞𝚝𝚝, 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍.

𝑱𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒅?

𝙶𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞’𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚖.

𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚆𝙸𝙻𝙻 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚝.

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚝-𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚝.

𝙰𝚙𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝’𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜, 𝚊 “𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚝” 𝚑𝚎’𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚎.

𝑳𝒐𝒘 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒂, 𝒖𝒏𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒉𝒆’𝒔…𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅.

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘 𝚊 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚓𝚘𝚋 𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗’𝚝 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚕, 𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚝 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚞𝚢𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚐𝚘 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛.

𝙷𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚏𝚝 𝚍𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚘𝚍. 𝙱𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚊𝚋𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚢𝚗𝚌 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞.

𝑬𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒍 𝒕𝒐𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒕.

𝚂𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝’𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚞𝚝𝚎.

𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚒𝚌, 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚔.

“𝙻𝚎𝚝’𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚕 𝚜𝚢𝚛𝚞𝚙 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎, 𝚒𝚝’𝚜 𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝.”

“𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝙸 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚕 𝚜𝚢𝚛𝚞𝚙 𝙹𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚑𝚊𝚗.”

“𝙾𝚔𝚊𝚢 𝚖𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚕 𝚜𝚢𝚛𝚞𝚙 𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚙, 𝚠𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎.”

“𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚕 𝚜𝚢𝚛𝚞𝚙.”

“𝙽𝚘 𝚗𝚘, 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜 𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛.”

*𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚒𝚙*

𝑺𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆.

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝙹𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐.

“𝙸 𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍….”

𝑳𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒃𝒊𝒆𝒔.

𝙲𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞.

𝙻𝚢𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚞𝚙 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚝.

𝚂𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚢 𝚞𝚙 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔, 𝚜𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚎𝚣𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚏𝚝 𝚘𝚏𝚏.

𝙽𝚘𝚠 𝙸 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚢 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝙸’𝚖 𝚝𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚒𝚏 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚖𝚢 𝚓𝚘𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗 😝

𝙸𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔

𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑬

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Apocalypse

𝙲𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚂𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚙𝚝. 2

𝙹𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚡 𝚐𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

𝙲𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚙𝚝. 𝟸

𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝟷

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 𝙰𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝟸.𝟺𝚔

⚠︎︎: 𝚂𝚖𝚞𝚝

𝟷𝟾+ 𝙼𝚒𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚜 𝙳𝙽𝙸

𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜: 𝚜𝚎𝚡, 𝚜𝚖𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 (𝙹𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚖𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜), & 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝

𝙸𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔, 𝚒𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙𝚜 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚝!

𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚔 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝙸 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝙸'𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚘 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚝. 𝙸𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝. 𝙽𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜, 𝙸'𝚖 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚒𝚝, 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝙸 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜. 𝙸𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔!

The next morning was expectantly strange. Although it felt like a weight was lifted off your shoulders, it also opened a new door of confusion. What now?

You knew it was wrong to just assume that he could still be yours but the thought of losing him made your stomach twist. Sometimes you would feel his hands wrapped around you at night, but they were always gone by the morning just as he was and you’d simply go to work.

Jeonghan felt the tension in the air. You were scared and he didn’t know how to deal with it. Truthfully he was scared as well.

What now?

Some mornings he would wake to find you in his arms. He’d take a moment to savor and reminisce before he let you go and got up to get ready for work.

‘Tomorrow’ you would both say to yourselves. Tomorrow would come tomorrow would go with still no resolve. Almost a month passed of living in limbo. Concerned friends would ask and Jeonghan would avoid the questions, albeit not as skillfully as he wanted.

“Why do you guys keep acting so strange? Either break up or stay together.” Your sister scolded you over the phone.

“It’s not that simple.” You whispered back.

Jeonghan wasn't home but you still felt nervous talking about the situation aloud.

“That’s where you’re wrong, it’s very simple.” Your sister said with a sigh of tired frustration having had this same conversation with you too many times already. “Do you love him?”

“Yes.” Your heart had answered before your brain could question.Your voice was shaky but you were certain.

“Then you have to at least try. I gotta go now but you better talk to him before the weekend’s up and you get busy again. And let me know how it goes.”

“Ok ok, I will. Love you.”

“Yeah yeah I love you too.”

Your big sister was your compass and you knew she was always right. You had to talk to him and it had to be tonight. The restlessness of wondering what he was thinking was suffocating you.

You cooked dinner while mulling over your predicament. You had to be the one to initiate the conversation. After all, you were the one who pushed him away. You chewed your lip as you mulled it over, the anxiety building up in you.

Cooking was a method of stress relief that you’d started up a few years ago. Your good friend loved to cook and to cook for you. On the days you watched her cook saying that it was too much work for you she would tell you that it was therapeutic and to try it. Lung cancer took her from you.

It’s why you hated smoking so much. You missed her the most you’ve ever had while you were away, loneliness made every empty feeling feel colder and sharper. As you chopped and simmered you felt yourself calming a little, having chosen a simple pasta dish you readied dinner with ease.

*I made spaghetti for dinner.* You texted Jeonghan. *Are you coming back soon?*

*Sounds good 😊 I’ll probably be there in 30.*

You let out a breath glad that he agreed only to hold it again. You checked yourself over in the doorway mirror realizing that you’d better shower before he got here, after all the goal was to convince him that he still wanted to be with you.

Jeonghan was on his way to drink and de-stress with friends when he got your text. He quickly read it as his heart did acrobatics.

Tomorrow was finally here. No more dancing in the shadows.

He let out a breath of resolve before texting you back and then letting his friends know that he wasn’t coming tonight. He drove home slowly as he let possible scenarios play out in his thoughts. Parking outside the building he lit a cigarette to clear his mind. Once finished he took one more deep breath before heading in.

The door opened for him before he could unlock it. There you stood beautiful as ever. Your eyes sparkled and your face glowed with that smile he would never get enough of. One of his large shirts covered your body enticingly and when he walked past you into the house he smelled your heavenly scent.

Jeonghan smiled at you.

“Are you hungry?” You asked while helping him take off his jacket.

“I’m starved. Let me just wash up first.”

“Sounds good. I need to finish toasting the garlic bread.”

Jeonghan quickly washed and changed before heading to the kitchen. Everything smelled amazing and looked delicious. This was the first time you’d ever cooked for him, he didn’t even know you knew how to. Actually he distinctly remembered that you said you couldn’t.

“Everything looks amazing!” Jeonghan exclaimed as he sat at the seat you’d set for him across from you. “Since when were you a chef?”

“Lonely nights.” You said without thinking and then quickly regretted it. You bit your tongue and scanned his face for a reaction. A flicker of sadness crossed his eyes and left as quickly as it came. You mentally kicked yourself.

“L-let’s eat. I hope you like it.” You said, drying your sweaty palms on your napkin for what felt like the hundredth time.

You watched as he took a bite and chewed before quickly looking up at you with a smile. “It’s delicious!”

You relaxed a little and began to eat glad that you at the very least didn’t screw up the dinner.

“Oh, I got you something!” You exclaimed suddenly before popping up and going to grab the necklace you’d bought him as a belated birthday present.

You handed it to him, bouncing on your feet in anticipation.

“Thank you.” He said softly without taking the box.

You stuffed the box in his hands, forcing him to take it. “I never got you a birthday gift.”

He quietly opened the box, examining the contents inside.

“How did you know I wanted this!?” He said, a cute look of surprise on his face.

“Do you like it?” You ask as you watched him already struggling with the clasp.

You reached over, taking the necklace from him before helping him put it on. He held it in his hand looking down at it with joy. He thanked you again while you headed back to your seat to finish dinner feeling proud that he liked the gift.

You two had a simple conversation about work and the simple things in life as if there was nothing else to talk about. It felt nice.

“I’ll do the dishes since you worked so hard.” Jeonghan said as he collected the empty plates off the table. You got up to help him anyway.

You two worked in silence creating a mini conveyor belt of washing and rinsing.

“Jeonghan?” Your tentative voice broke through the quiet tension.

“Yes.”

“I’m sorry… I-I know this is a poor excuse but these past few years have been tough for me. I’ve never felt so low and I pushed everyone away while searching for whatever it was I thought I needed.”

Tears began to well in your eyes as you continued unable to look at him afraid that you wouldn’t be able to hold back your sobs.

“I-I lost myself and instead of taking responsibility I blamed you for not being there. I blamed you for being so far away while I pushed you even farther. Honestly I was a mess until my sister came and shook me out of it. When I was transferred back I was so happy but I didn’t know what to do. I knew I hurt you but I was too embarrassed. You tried time and time again but I ruined it all…”

You cursed yourself for crying, it felt manipulative but you just couldn’t hold back all the emotions that you’d packed down over these years.

Jeonghan knew it all already. He’d heard about it from your sister when you first came back. She’d come over and asked him to be patient with you. His vision blurred as you poured your heart out to him, tears falling down his own cheeks as they fell down yours. When the tears wouldn’t let you say anything else he pulled you into his embrace.

“I know, I know. I’m sorry too. I should've done more for you…for us.”

Jeonghan held you close and you clung to him with all your might. When you’d calmed down some he stepped back and took a look at you. With his index finger he lifted your face to his, his thumb tenderly wiping away the tears that rolled from your eyes. He gazed at you until your breathing steadied.

“Is it okay if I kiss you?” Jeonghan asked so gently you thought yourself to be daydreaming.

You nodded quickly and he took a moment longer to look at you before you felt his warm lips against yours.

The salt of your tears that sparked on Jeonghan's tongue was slowly washed away by the sweetness of your taste. My goodness he thought, you were as delectable as ever. He tried not to swallow you whole as he craved to deepen the kiss. The plush of your lips was heavenly and the way your tongue danced across his was hypnotic.

He felt your fingers against his chest as you played with his buttons desperate to undo them. Jeonghan held your hands before reluctantly tearing himself from your lips so that he could pull you to the bedroom.

The moment you entered the room Jeonghan’s lips were hot against your skin, his hands venturing from squeezing your hips to sliding beneath your shirt. The way his breath tickled your ear sent shivers to your core as he asked you to raise your arms. You feverishly undid the buttons of his shirt, pulling it off and moving on to the top button of his jeans.

You eventually found yourselves on the bed, you atop him as you hurriedly pulled down your pants while he finished kicking off his. Too hot and bothered to do anything properly you moved your hips, pressing your clothes heat against his. Jeonghan groaned into your mouth, his hands squeezing your ass to press you closer. Frustration building he flipped you over on the bed, head spinning at the way your underwear clung to you before he hungrily pulled them off.

You sat up meeting him halfway, too needy to wait for him to come back. When you reached his lips you swallowed his kisses as if they were your oxygen. To your dismay you were once again separated while he removed his underwear. You whined at the unfairness of it all and Jeonghan laughed at your pouting face, finding you unbearably adorable.

With his return your bodies pressed together sending your mind into a frenzy, the cold metal pendant of his necklace buzzing gentle chills where it touched. Jeonghan littered your skin with sloppy kisses as he fought himself to take his time and slowly push into your entrancing heat. He groaned into your neck as you squeezed around him. He was stretching you perfectly and the sound of your breathy moans intoxicated him.

Everything was so perfectly familiar. Jeonghan fell right into a rhythm instantly finding your sweet spot. How could he forget when the face you made was so gorgeously lustful. How could he forget when the noises you made were so breathtakingly sinful.

It’d been so long that he already felt you fluttering around him, telling him you were close.

Jeonghan continued rolling his hips into you at a pace you’d never been able to replicate with any toy. Oh how you craved him. Your body reacted methodically to his touches.

Previously you could only recall the way his tongue felt against your nipples, the way he would kiss and nibble on your ears, the way he would suck and mark your collarbone, the way he would rest his forehead against yours and whisper sweet nothing to you. Now that you were experiencing it all again he was even better than you could’ve imagined.

He had memorized your everything and you had memorized his. You squeezed around him the way you knew drove him mad, his moans pleasing to your ears.

Your hands tracked Jeonghan's body not wanting to miss even the smallest detail of this moment. Your thoughts began to fade and all that was left were the echoes of your love. He lifted your leg around him to go deeper and soon after you were crying out as pleasures shook through your body.

The pulsations of your orgasm was just what it took to send Jeonghan over the edge. He quickly pulled out and felt your hands wrapping around him, stroking until his hot seed splattered between the both of you.

He collapsed against you and you felt the warmth spread against your skin. Never growing tired of his lips, you held his face kissing him more. Your movements were lazy and tired but to him they couldn't have been sweeter.

You got started on the shower while Jeonghan freshened the sheets before joining you. You both washed quickly as the exhaustion of it all overtook.

You felt light as a feather but beyond sleepy. Still you took a gentle moment to help him dry his hair which took longer than necessary due to him finding your lips so distracting. Without bothering to dress you both laid in bed snuggling together.

Jeonghans voice broke the silence. “Promise me you won’t shut me out like that again. Promise me you’ll talk to me. I’m here for you okay.”

“I promise.” You whispered.

Although sleep was already taking you away you still meant it with your all. “I love you.”

He kissed the top of your head and squeezed you closer. “I love you too.”

You woke up to an empty bed. As quickly as you could in your half awake state your eyes searched for Jeonghan, catching sight of him on the balcony.

The wind softly blew through his hair as he took a drag from the cigarette that gently rested between his delicate fingers. He had the robe you gifted him birthdays ago tied loosely around him. You quietly slipped out of bed, throwing your own robe over you before tiptoeing to him. You slipped your hands around his waist and felt him slightly startle.

“You're awake?” He asked relaxing in your embrace, his free hand slipping into one of yours.

“It was cold without you.” You replied, laying your head against his back.

“Sorry, I just came out here to think.”

“About what?”

“…Us.”

“Yeah?”

He tenderly rubbed your hand with his thumb as he spoke.

“Yeah. I’m…glad I have you back. I’m not sure what I’d do without you.”

His breathing sounds and heart beats calmed your ever buzzing mind, his back shielding you from the chill of the wind.

“It’s me who needs you.” You said holding him tighter.

Jeonghan was quiet for a moment before he responded.

“We need each other.”

He put out his cigarette and turned around to face you with one of his charming smiles.

“Bout time I quit smoking huh?”

You looked at him with wide eyes.

“Really!? You mean it?”

“That was my last one.” He said, chuckling at the look of surprise on your beautiful face.

Your expression blossomed into one of joy and you laid your face against his chest, hugging him to you.

“Thank you.” You whispered.

“I suppose then I’ll need something else to occupy my mouth with.”

You looked up at him catching his mischievous glint and the moonlight twinkle in his eyes. Chuckling you caressed his face, your thumb brushing over his lips.

“You can kiss me whenever you’d like.”

PART 3

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𝙿𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚕

𝙲𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚂𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚙𝚝. 1

𝙹𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚡 𝚐𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

☔︎︎ : 𝙰𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝

𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜: 𝚂𝚖𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 (𝙹𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚖𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚜)

𝟹:𝟶𝟶 𝚊𝚖 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚜

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 𝙰𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝟷.𝟹𝚔

𝚃𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝙿𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚕 𝚋𝚢 𝙲𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝙰𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚂𝚎𝚡 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚊 𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝. 𝙸𝚝’𝚜 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝𝚢 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚕. 𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚒𝚝’𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝙹𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎’𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚜. 𝙸 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚊 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚘 𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚢. 𝙰𝚗𝚢𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚒𝚛𝚍 𝟹 𝚊𝚖 𝚝𝚢𝚙𝚎 𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚟𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 (*^‿^*)

Your sweet scent lingers in his nose. Your laughter played in his memory. His skin always craved your touch. You are an addiction that he can’t cut any more than the cigarettes you hated that he smoked.

You would always say “you know those are bad for you” and he would simply nod before taking another drag. He thought of the way you would gently take the cigarette out of his hand before filling the lingering emptiness with you. The way you would lower yourself onto him, your hands caressing his face as your body wrapped around his and your decadent taste filled his mouth.

“Why would you smoke when you could just kiss me?” You’d asked once.

Your question was silly. You knew it was and so did he. He had to laugh at your adorableness before he could answer.

“You’ve got a point.” he said before squeezing you against him. “I also wish I could kiss you every time I needed a cigarette.”

“Whenever you’re with me you can.” You said softly before lifting his lips to you and blessing them once again.

Now he took a drag of his cigarette while he looked over the city.

He smoked a lot more these days but cigarettes didn’t relax him, even so the chilly autumn air on the balcony was sobering. You were only asleep on the bed yet you still felt so very far away.

You hadn’t said much to him recently. You haven’t even looked at him.

Simple words we’re only hummed as you brushed past each other like ghosts.

Everyone talked about how hard long distance relationships are but nothing could’ve prepared you for how hard it could be when the person you love starts to feel like a stranger.

Missing each other wasn't something new. Ever since missed calls and forgotten promises you’ve been like passing ships in the night.

Now that you’re finally back together you weren’t even sure that you knew the person that laid next to you every night.

Well, not every night. Sometimes Jeonghan would crash at a friend’s, sometimes he would fall asleep in his chair.

His neck would ache in the morning but Jeonghan thought staring at your silent back was more painful. You even used a separate blanket.

In the morning he would try to rub away the pain and you felt strange for wanting to help.

You came in late again, showered, and went straight to bed. You didn’t even eat.

You had been so happy when you finally got transferred back to Korea that you didn’t even think about how much you had missed.

You didn’t even use the brand of shampoo that was still left in the shower from your last time here. When was that?

You couldn’t even remember what was more important than the flights you kept missing.

Work had been stressful for Jeonghan. He still wished he could kiss you. A strange craving, a familiar craving, one that was distant as it was violent.

Instead he took another drag, the warmth of the cigarette filling his lungs, instead of you.

Waking to the scent of a freshly lit cigarette was nothing foreign to you. You rolled over and looked at the man sitting in your balcony chair, the cigarette he had just taken a drag from now resting delicately between his slender fingers.

Has he lost weight?

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t miss the feeling of his body against you, the taste of his mouth, his warm scent that always smelled of soft cotton and something sweet like vanilla or cinnamon.

That and his favorite brand of cigarettes.

You were so exhausted and achy you winced when you rolled over.

Work was still hard here, an excuse you told yourself when you buried deep in it and came home later and later. You blinked back the stinging in your eyes ready to sleep again.

That is until you heard something that sounded of the faintest sniff.

Was he crying? Now more awake than ever, you strained your ears and listened again. You heard another sniff and this time you sat up.

You squint to see him in the faint glow of city lights.

He startled when he noticed you awake, quickly wiping his face.

“I’m sorry.” Was the first thing that rolled off his tongue. In the ten years you knew him you’d seen him cry a handful of times.

“Did I wake you?” He asked in a low voice.

He’d definitely been crying.

You shook your head no. A simple lie. You were afraid to sadden him anymore then he already was. “I had a bad dream.” You continued, the last part feeling less like a lie.

Slowly you stood, pushing aside the way pain shot through your feet and rested in your lower back. You only thought of the way your heart now ached from his dimmed eyes looking at you with longing.

You sat across from him and he quickly avoided your gaze.

Tentatively you brought your hand to his face feeling his damp cheek against your shaking fingers. You weren’t sure if it was okay but your hand acted on its own.

Jeonghan didn’t stop you. He leaned his face into your warm hand.

“Hannie?” You said softly, your mouth moving naturally to pronounce the endearing name it missed. “What’s the matter?”

He brought his cigarette to his lips and you intercepted it, acting again on instinct, sliding it between your fingers and placing it on the tray. Now he looked at you, his eyes catching the light from the moon.

“It’s hard to say.” He answered quietly.

“What is?” You asked, knowing the answer that you also fought to deny.

“Nothing. I don’t know. But… it’s all… it’s all hard.”

He paused to take a breath before continuing. ”Just… this.”

“Happy birthday.” Was all you could whisper, tears catching in your throat.

It had only just occurred to you what today was. You’d missed it. You’d never done that before. God, what was wrong with you? What happened to you?

He looked into your eyes, surprise mixed on his face with heartache.

“I’m sorry, I forgot. I didn’t get you a present.” Tears fell down your face. You felt awful for crying.

Jeonghan caught your tears with gentle fingers. Suddenly grabbing your hand he softly pulled you towards him. You fell into his lap just as you always did.

Even this simple motion was comforting.

Your body remembered what you had stupidly forgotten.

Jeonghan had been holding his breath. Hearing you say the words that he's quietly been wishing for all day was like the breath of air you’d take when you thought you’d never again. A hopeful resuscitation. The tears that fell down your face gave him courage. You remembered.

“I don’t want to lose you.” He whispered softly. The tears that you had wiped away moments before spilled once more.

“Tell me that you still love me.” He spoke before he could bite his tongue again.

“I love you.” Your heart answered for you and quickly you voiced it before you couldn’t. You buried your face into his shirt as another sob shook you.

“I miss you.” Jeonghan whispered softly, afraid to break the moment.

The gates were open and for once it wasn’t just sadness, there was also relief.

And regret.

And even disappointment.

These were things you never let yourself feel before because they made it hard to breathe. Now they calmed you. You both knew there was more to mend but now it no longer felt daunting.

The cigarette had burnt out like incense.

The bed was warm to Jeonghan tonight because he could see your face, it was warm to you because he held your hand.

Part 2

𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 ఌ

𝙸𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝚌𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎!

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𝙼𝚒𝚜𝚜 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐

𝙷𝚊𝚗𝚋𝚒𝚗 𝚡 𝚊𝚏𝚊𝚋 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

⚠︎︎: 𝚂𝚖𝚞𝚝

𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜: 𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚡, 𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚎𝚡 (𝚏𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐). (𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚘 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚍𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙸 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚊𝚍𝚍 ☺︎︎)

𝟷𝟾+ 𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙾𝚁𝚂 𝙳𝙽𝙸

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 𝙰𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝟷.𝟾𝚔

𝙻𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 & 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚍𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙𝚜 𝚊 𝚋𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚑!

𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜, 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎!

♡´･ᴗ･`♡

Your head turned to the door the moment you heard the sound of the code being entered. The phone that you’d been mindlessly scrolling on completely discarded as you jumped up and made your way to the door excitedly. It was nearly 3 am and your boyfriend was only just getting home.

“Hanbinnie!” You said excitedly, falling into his arms the moment the door opened.

Between you being busier these days with your ever increasing workload and Hanbin working on his comeback you two found yourselves constantly missing each other. This was due to either partner being asleep when the other came home or leaving before the other could awaken.

His arms wrapped around and squeezed tightly while walking you two deeper into the house and closing the door with his foot.

“What are you doing still awake babe?” He asked, his voice close to your ear as he nuzzled his face into your neck not wanting to release the hug.

You giggled and gently pushed on his chest so you could look at him. Once he reluctantly let you go you leaned against him, looking into his eyes.

“Well I got your schedule…“ You started to say but before you could finish your sentence he cut you off with a soft kiss against your lips, his index finger and thumb gently cradling your chin.

Your eyelids fluttered as you tried to recall the rest of your sentence.

“Sorry I couldn’t resist.” He said softly, his lips still tantalizingly close. “You can continue now.”

“Huh? Oh.. yeah I…uhm.. ugh, you can't just kiss me mid sentence. I don't even remember what I was trying to say.” You huffed.

He softly laughed at you “You were saying you got my schedule…?”

“Right. Yeah uhm I got your schedule and…uhm…”

The way he gazed at you made it impossible to finish a thought. “Oh forget it.” You said, exasperated by how flustered your boyfriend still made you after all this time.

“The point is my schedule is clear tomorrow and so is yours.”

“Really? There were like 7 meetings I had to be at tomorrow.” He questioned all while his hands slid lower and lower down your back.

“Moved.” You said simply, becoming more and more distracted the lower his hands traveled.

It actually didn’t matter to him how tired he would be tomorrow, looking at you right now made him realize the level in which he missed you. Your gorgeous smile, your melodic voice, your beautiful laugh, your sexy body, all which were enough to keep him wide awake.

Your eyelids became heavier as he leaned in closer to you, your lips mere breaths away from touching when he suddenly pulled away and made his way to the bedroom.

You glared at him when you caught sight of the smirk that playfully teased the corner of his mouth.

“I’m gonna go shower, it’s been a long day.” He said before disappearing through the door.

You did the last bits of cleaning in the kitchen and then went and got a towel to throw in the dryer to get warm for him. A little something you liked to do for him ever since he expressed to you how much he didn’t like being cold. The laundry machines were in the bathroom so you quickly grabbed a towel from the dresser and brought it to the dryer.

He was already in the shower and you could see his silhouette through the fogged glass, aiding in working you up more than you already were. He was humming and paid no mind to you entering the bathroom like you always did. You turned to exit the bathroom but paused when Hanbin called your name asking if you could pass him the shampoo.

You got the shampoo from the sink cabinet when a mischievous smile blossomed on your face at a thought that had just sprung into your mind. You slowly pulled your tee shirt above your head tossing it onto the floor along with your underwear. You held back a giggle as you snuck over to him.

You slid the glass quickly yelling boo, bursting into laughter at his startled face. He frowned at you but you continued to laugh until you felt his hand wrapped around your wrist. Suddenly you found yourself pressed against his wet, warm, hard chest… the hot water from the shower now flowing down your back. You looked up at his dark eyes causing your breath to stop in your lungs. His expression was one of pure infatuation, your naked bodies completely flush against each other.

“It seems we had similar plans.” He said.

You tilted your head inquisitively and he gestured to the open shampoo that was already in the shower.

You gasped dramatically, “You planned to pull me in the shower all along didn’t you?”

“And you already planned to join me.” He replied with a smirk.

You shrugged nonchalantly before bringing your hands to his face, caressing his cheek with one and moving his wet hair out of it with the other.

Without another word your lips quickly tangled with his as if it were the most natural thing in the world. His hands that craved to feel you now relished in their victory.

Hanbin caressed your every curve taking extra time on your ass which he was ever so obsessed with. He squeezed your hips and thighs before playfully giving your ass a slap, the water making it sting more than usual. You gasped into his mouth and he used that as a chance to slide his tongue in and take control of the kiss. He pulled your leg over his hip and you felt his hard member against your core, making the heat of your desire much more intense.

He pressed your back against the wall continuing in his plans to ravishing your supple flesh. His soft lips bounced from one spot to another, never forgetting to give attention to all the ones he knew you loved. A particularly hard suck against your bosom earned him a playful slap against his shoulder which to your secret delight encouraged him more than discouraging him. You loved to be marked by him, to have something to remember him by while he was away.

His hands massaged you as his kisses and kitten licks traveled lower and lower, down the valley of your breast, over the beating of your heart, past your navel, stopping right at your aching heat.

Hanbin lowered to his knees in front of you, your leg lifted on his shoulder while he continued his work. You threw your head back, almost falling the moment his tongue entered you. Your fingers laced through his hair and pulled with every flick of his skillful tongue causing him to moan against you, the vibrations making everything more intoxicating.

Your breathing became more rapid and your moans more desperate, the sensation of his mouth against your pussy beyond mesmerizing. And just like that your body shook as your orgasm rushed through you. Hanbin held your hips still as he lapped up your juices, overstimulating you in the process.

Once Hanbin pulled away you quickly tried to catch your breath but he clearly had other plans. His lips crashed against yours, your leg back wrapped around him. He braced you against the wall just before pushing his length inside of you, stretching you ever so deliciously. You cried out as tears pricked your eyes, the intensity of the post orgasm sensitivity paired with the sudden fullness was disorienting.

Hanbin slowly began to move inside of you while he littered breathy kisses against your damp flesh. Water poured between your bodies and he held you tightly so you wouldn’t fall. You could hardly process anything as he pounded into you, the pleasure already balling in your stomach. Your cries echoed against the shower walls and his breathy moans filled the remaining pockets of quiet.

Hanbins movement stuttered and you could feel that he was getting closer. You were practically whimpering when your coils finally snapped again, rippling through your body stronger than the last. Your juices mixed with his pre cum and dripped from your swollen pussy down his cock. He pulled out and watched as the water carried your essence down your thigh. Hanbin hissed through his teeth at the sight. He could never get enough of you.

He used his index and middle fingers to tenderly push the juices back into you before using his cock to stuff it deeper. This time you collapsed into him, the intensity being too much for you to handle. You were sure you didn’t have anything left in you but as he began to move you felt the tightening feeling of another high approaching. His hips snapped into you and you felt as if you would split open. He reached so deep inside of you, his body pressed up against you as he stretched you more than ever.

“Y/N…” he grunted. “You have no idea how much I've missed you.”

You responded with your lips against his, too disoriented to do anything else but messily kiss him.

You could feel him twitching in you already signaling his quickly approaching release. Hanbin spilled into you and with that once again an orgasm shocked through your body. This time your body was completely exhausted so he had to hold you up against him so you wouldn’t fall.

Your labored breathing was what sobered him. You could tell he felt a little bad by how gingerly he washed you, holding you up in the shower. Hanbin took the warm towel out the dryer and wrapped it around you before carrying you into the bedroom and laying you on the bed. He knew how much you hated dry skin so he diligently helped you lotion before pulling one of his shirts over your head, kissing you furrowed brow when you grimaced from the movement. He finished by pulling a pair of panties onto you, giving your butt a gentle smack after you had rolled over and reached for the covers.

Hanbin finished up with himself and then slid into bed with you who was drifting off. You rolled into him and he rubbed your back, shushing you comfortingly when he heard you grimace from the movement. You knew you were gonna be sore as hell in the morning but you didn’t care.

“I love you.” You whispered in a half slurred voice.

“I love you more, babe. Sorry, I got a little carried away.” He said rubbing your hip to sooth you.

“Don’t apologize, I loved every bit of it.” You said snuggling into his embrace.

“Naughty girl.” He said playfully tickling you until you used your last bit of energy to swat him away.

“Only for you.”

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𝚂𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚠𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚢 🍓

𝙷𝚊𝚗𝚋𝚒𝚗 𝚡 𝚊𝚏𝚊𝚋 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

⚠︎︎: 𝚂𝚖𝚞𝚝

𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜: 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚜𝚎𝚡, 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊 𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢 (𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚠𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚢), 𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚜 (𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚘 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚍𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙸 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚊𝚍𝚍 ☺︎︎)

𝟷𝟾+ 𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙾𝚁𝚂 𝙳𝙽𝙸

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 𝙰𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝟷.𝟺𝚔

𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚘 𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚜𝚘 𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚍. 𝙸 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚜𝚘 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 (｡•́‿•̀｡)

𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝙸 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛! 𝚆𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚓𝚒, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝙸'𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞!

♡´･ᴗ･`♡

Even though you and your boyfriend were often busy you liked to always make sure you made time for each other. No excuses.

That’s why you guys decided to have a date night every two weeks at the very least. But even though tonight was date night you were both too busy to plan anything so you decided to just order in and watch a movie. You didn’t mind dates like this, maybe you even preferred them especially without the stress of having to avoid prying eyes.

After you guys finished a simple dinner of your favorite pizza, Hanbin cleaned up while you cut up some fruit for a snack.

“So what’re we watching?” You asked, placing the fruit bowl on the coffee table and cozying up next to him.

“I don’t know. I thought you wanted to pick.” He replied.

You pouted at him. “I haven’t the slightest idea. I don’t even know what’s new.”

You were serious, you hadn’t watched much less heard of anything recently. You weren’t even sure if you had the attention span for a movie anymore. Your mind was a buzz of all the things you had to do but you tried to push them aside for your relationships sake.

Hanbin clicked on Netflix and when the screen was loaded you saw a button that said Surprise me.

“Oh is this new?” You asked, pointing to the tv.

“Not really.” He said with a chuckle. “I just think you haven’t watched much tv recently.”

“You’re not wrong. Let’s just click this and let Netflix pick something for us! That should be fun?” You said excitedly.

“I don’t see why not. The alternative would be scrolling all night I suppose.” He said.

“That or rewatching Inside Out.” You said with a giggle, make light fun of his love for the children's movie.

“Don’t tempt me.” He said and you both laughed.

Even though you loved to tease him for it, his love for simple, even child-like things was something you adored about him. Despite being someone who reached for the stars, Hanbin was always appreciative of even the littlest things that made him happy.

He clicked the button and it suggested a move that you’ve never heard of but he still clicked it anyway without even reading the synopsis. The movie played and you snuggled back into him while you shared the fruit in the bowl.

The movie wasn’t all too interesting but it wasn’t bad. But that didn’t matter because you were a lot more interested in the way his fingers gently and mindlessly traced patterns on your back. The way his warm chest felt so comforting, his familiar scent relaxing you.

You bit into a particularly sour strawberry when you noticed the character in the movie was also eating one.

You pointed it out in silly boredom thinking it was a funny coincidence earning a chuckle from your boyfriend as well.

Suddenly the two characters were “eating the strawberry” while kissing and getting all steamy with each other, clothes coming off and everything.

“Well that’s one way to enjoy a strawberry.” You joked looking at Hanbin, humored by the abruptness of the situation.

He returned the same humored look and you both started laughing.

You took a bite of another strawberry, grimacing once again at how sour it was. “Who knows, maybe it would make it sweeter.” You said absentmindedly ignoring the movie, bored by the poorly done sex scene. “I’m pretty sure this one’s cosplaying as a lemon.”

“Let’s see.” Hanbin said, taking the berry from your hand and biting it. You turned to him waiting for his reaction to the taste when you suddenly felt his lips against yours. You opened your eyes in shock before relaxing into the kiss. He gave your checks a gentle squeeze parting your lips allowing for the juices to fill your mouth, the sweetness of his kisses masking the jarring sour of the fruit. And then he pulled away leaving you a little flustered.

“Sweeter?” He said, a mischievous glint in his eye.

You playfully swatted at him before holding your now warm face.

“Don’t tease me.” You warned, his taste still lingering in your mouth.

You wanted more.

“I wouldn’t dream of it.” He said, his hand resting on your bare thigh.

You could tell he wanted to mess with you more but at this point you were already worked up. You sat up on your knees before turning to face him and straddling his lap.

“I thought we were watching a movie.” Hanbin teased, leaning his head back against the couch so he could look into your eyes. He was acting all cocky, absolutely enjoying the power he had over you. To your dismay that little smug look he had on his pretty face was an absolute turn on, meaning that he won.

You didn’t even bother with entertaining him, rolling your eyes while you leaned in for another kiss.

You could feel his smirk against your lips while he basked in the way you hungrily deepened the kiss. You knew he was just as horny as you by the bulge that you felt now pressing against your core. His hands traveled your body, sliding up your shirt and pulling it off of you. You shivered as the cool air hit your bare skin and he wrapped his arms around you before turning and laying you back on the couch.

“I feel like you’re taking way too long to take off your clothes.” You said, tugging at his shirt.

He chucked at you before standing up and stripping, holding eye contact like the tease he was.

One time he told you that he hid condoms everywhere so you’d never be unprepared which is why you were only half surprised when he pulled one from under the couch cushion.

“Rats! You even hid some in the couch? Well, next time for the baby I guess.” You joked.

“Don’t worry I poked holes in this one.” He joked back before leaning back over you and helping you shimmie out of your panties, discarding them in the pile of clothes on the floor.

Hanbin always matched your humor well and you were still laughing at his joke when he silenced you with a kiss.

You would kiss him for hours if you only had the time. There was something about the way he tasted, the gentleness of his tongue against yours, the way he couldn’t resist biting you a little while he held back the urge to devour you completely.

You hooked your legs around him impatiently and he took the hint.

Hanbin slid his hand from cradling your hip to gently trailing up your body before lacing his fingers through yours. You gasped when he pushed into you, taking it slow as his size stretched you. When you were ready for movement you squeezed his hand to tell him, an unconsciously created code between you two.

“Hanbin…shit…” You said, a moan cutting you off as he began to move.

He could only respond with a groan as you squeezed around him.

It’s not like it had been a long time since you’d last had sex but every time Hanbin felt like forever was in between these moments. How could he possibly have made it so long without feeling you? Without watching the way your beautiful skin flushed and glistened. The way your brows scrunched and your breath quickened every time he did something you liked. The way your every sound made his head spin.

You held onto him, feeling his muscles flex as he picked up the pace. His warm breath tickling your neck while he brushed kisses across your skin, always going back to your lips which accepted him greedily. The tension grew inside of you causing your moans to get louder and more desperate.

Your sounds drove him crazy, pushing him to the edge.

“I’m…I’m gonna cum.” You somehow managed to say through the daze of the moment.

“Go ahead babe. Let me hear you.” He responded, his brow furrowed as he tried to maintain his pace without completely losing himself in you.

Your sounds paired with the squeeze of your release was the final push for him.

His moans were music to your ears.

Hanbin pulled out, gently laying against you as you two tried to catch your breaths.

The movie droned on in the background but neither of you cared. Hanbin's head rested on your bosom while your fingers played in his hair.

Despite not knowing what was happening in the movie you didn’t get up until it was over. Tiredly you showered together then went to bed to cuddle and whisper sweet nothings until inevitably falling asleep.

𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜, 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎!

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tangylemonade · 1 year

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Middle With You

𝙷𝚊𝚗𝚋𝚒𝚗 𝚡 𝚐𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

⚠︎︎: 𝚂𝚖𝚞𝚝

𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜: 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚡 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚝 in a private area. (𝙸 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚘 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚍𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚕𝚜𝚎 𝙸 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚊𝚍𝚍 ☺︎︎)

𝟷𝟾+ 𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙾𝚁𝚂 𝙳𝙽𝙸

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 𝙰𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝟷.4𝚔

♡ My dear 𓆉 anon I am so so so sorry for the wait. I feel so bad because you requested a fic like months ago and I only just now wrote it. I was on break at work and I remembered that I hadn’t finished writing so I tried to finish it quickly because I’m going on hiatus for a month tomorrow (lol as if I haven’t been MIA for basically the whole 2023). Anyway that’s all to say I’m sorry for the delay and I know this isn’t good so I own you one and an apology. Either way I’d love to know what you think! I hope you’re having a great day! ♡

The wind brushed across your skin and fluttered the fabric of your clothes around your body. Your toes curled in the soft grass. Taking a deep breath, you centered yourself while the sun warmed your wind chilled skin. You felt strong arms wrapping around your waist and you leaned into the embrace closing your eyes.

“Do you like it?” Hanbin softly asked you. He pulled you even closer, cuddling you.

“It’s lovely! How did you find this place?” You said excitedly, turning around and facing him.

“A magician never reveals his secrets.” He chuckled before kissing your face. Your nose scrunched at the ticklish feeling, your adorable expression melting his heart.

Hanbin couldn’t help but mentally applaud himself for planning this. You always talked about how much you loved nature and wanting to go camping. You would tell him stories about how back home you would always go camping in this hill that you were certain only your family knew about. Ever since you moved you missed those moments.

He had spent weeks looking for a place like the one you showed him in photos and everything else working itself out was pure luck.

The weather was beautiful and the smile on your face was worth every moment he spent traipsing up and down landscapes. This particular piece of land is owned by the sweetest elderly couple who were happy to rent it out when Hanbin told them about why he wanted to surprise you. Their only condition was that they got invited to the wedding.

He spent the morning setting up the camp site while you walked around in bliss. Every now and again you would try to come help him and he would send you away. After the tenth time of him scolding you, you gave up and went to enjoy the view.

You couldn’t believe he actually found a place like this. Everything was perfect. The butterflies were friendly, the birds were singing, the grass was soft and smelled sweeter than the nectar from the flowers that ruffled in the wind.

Once Hanbin had finished up he led you back over to the campsite. He beamed with pride at the look of joy on your face while he showed you everything he prepared.

The tent was cozy and the cooler he brought was packed with food and your favorite wines. He had prepared a picnic basket with lunch and you guys would cook dinner together later.

“You can pick the spot.” He said picking up the basket.

“Oh!” Your eyes lit up as you grabbed his hand and pulled him along. “I know just the place.”

You couldn’t stop smiling as you dragged him back up the hill you marveled at moments ago. From up there you could see across the way where the owners kept horses and even a little stream where frogs had gathered to play.

Hanbin laid out the blanket and you helped him unload the basket.

Sitting down you popped a grape in your mouth. Hanbin laid his head on your lap opening his mouth as he waited for you to give him one as well.

“Sit up first, I don’t want you to choke.”

He laughed but repositioned himself on your lap so he was leaning against your chest. He opened his mouth again and you fed him the long awaited grape. You continued on that way with you feeding him while you told him about your stressful week. He listened intently while he took in the beautiful way your face lit up with every expression.

Hanbin suddenly sat up and pulled out a banjo from the basket. His fingers strummed away at a tune while he hummed along to the melody forming in his head. You were used to him and you knew right away that a new song was spinning around in the genius brain of his. Without him having to ask you pulled out your phone and recorded a voice note for him.

“I like it. It’s pretty!” You said while clapping when he was done.

“I was thinking of you.”

Blush bloomed in your face and you looked away, unable to hold his heart fluttering eye contact for much longer. He set down his instrument and his fingers smoothly slipping between yours.

“Did I mention how stunning you are?”

You looked back at him, your blush still raging in your face.

You caressed his face, gazing into his sunset kissed eyes.

“Thank you for this. I really needed to get away and clear my head. This is all so perfect.” You said, never looking away from his eyes.

“You deserve it. And besides I needed this too. Just me and you. We don’t get time like this often.”

“So…” you said, a mischievous look now twinkling in your eyes.

“So…?”

“What should we do with all this time?”

Hanbin could feel the shift in mood with the way you looked at him with hunger.

“I can think of a few things.”

You smirked as you slid your hand up his leg.

“Really?”

He caught your hand, pulling you closer to him as he laid back on the soft grass.

He gazed up into your eyes, his fingers softly grazed your cheek before playing in your hair and resting behind your neck.

His lips ghosted across yours as he took a moment to savor your presence. When his warm lips finally embraced you you felt the warmth spread through, igniting in your core. You leaned into the kiss, swallowing his every movement.

Hanbin's hands danced along your body as he tried to see just how much of you he could hold at once. Your fingers combed through his soft hair as you let his touches consume your every sense.

His fingers caught onto your zipper and the next moment you were laying atop him bare. The gentle breeze caressed your back but it was the way Hanbin's strong hands felt against you that sent shivers through your body.

Holding on to you he rolled you over. Now sitting up he pulled off his shirt before he finished pulling your clothes off of you. A moment hadn’t before you felt his lips hot against your chilled skin. Your perked nipples, a focus of his attention along with your collarbone he always marked with love.

At some point he had completely striped down and you could feel his hard cock against your thigh. Your heart skipped beats in anticipation. Lifting your legs around him you shamelessly begged him to fill you. Feeling just as desperate, he didn't bother to tease.

Hanbin held onto your hips, lifting you closer to him. The feeling of him slowly filling you was already enough to send stars scattering through your mind. His emotions mirrored yours as he felt your warm walls tight around him. Both of you were completely lost the moment his hips moved against you.

You held onto him as you tried to process the moment all while his every stroke sent your mind spinning wild.

“H-Hanbin…ah” you mindlessly muttered.

The way you said his name was dangerous and the only response he could manage was a grunt against your sweet skin. His mind was consumed by the way you squeezed around him. The was your soft kiss bitten lips pouted with delicious sounds hanging from them. The way your lust flushed cheeks glowed in the parting sun. The way your lush body felt against his.

“I’m so close….” You moaned as your climax approached.

“Let go baby.” He whispered in between dustings of feather-like kisses and soft moans.

Coasting along his sweet voice you let the waves of pleasure crash against you in pulses. Your breath was knocked out of you as he chased his own high which followed soon after.

The haze of pleasure faded away and he pulled out of you before resting next to you.

You rolled onto your side facing him and he followed suit, your hands naturally grasping each other.

His deep brown eyes now weighed heavy with satisfaction as he traced your features in his mind. Your eyes fluttered as you fought to stay awake and you two eventually headed back down to the tent to avoid falling asleep in the grass.

The warmth of the setting sun bathed the moment in golden love as Hanbin held you as close as possible.

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tangylemonade · 2 years

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𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗

𝙱𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚡 𝚊𝚏𝚊𝚋 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

⚠︎︎: 𝚂𝚖𝚞𝚝

𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜: 𝚄𝚗𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚡 (𝚠𝚛𝚊𝚙 𝚒𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚊𝚙 𝚒𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚔𝚜☺︎︎), 𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚎𝚡 (𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎 & 𝚏𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐), 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚣𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚢 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎, 𝚜𝚎𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚗’𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚒𝚘, 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚐, 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚊𝚜 “𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍“.

𝟷𝟾+ 𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙾𝚁𝚂 𝙳𝙽𝙸

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 𝙰𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝟹.𝟹𝚔

𝙰𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚐𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚢 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝙼𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚎, 𝚋𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔 @hyunsuks-beanie ♡︎

𝙻𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 & 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚍𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚍!

𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜, 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝!

♡´･ᴗ･`♡

You checked the time on your phone and saw that it was already 4 am, but still no usual message from Chan telling you he’s on his way home. Though it wasn’t unusual for him to get home late, this was the 5th time in a row so it was natural for worry to bubble inside you.

You spent some time mulling over whether or not to visit him before finally deciding to go and also bring him food while you were at it, so you threw a jacket over your sleep clothes and went to pick up his favorite before heading over to his studio.

You’ve been an employee at JYP for about 3 years now and you met Chan by chance one night whilst you were on your way home. You were both working late and ran into each other on our way out the door, literally. He accidentally crashed into you causing you to spill all of your (luckily iced) coffee on your very white shirt. After the initial panic and apologies died down, he went and got one of his shirts for you to wear and then insisted that he buy you a new coffee.

Even though you knew it was a bad idea to get involved with a talent at the agency you worked for, you couldn’t resist his charm. After that night you started to notice the way he would deliberately look for you, finding new ways to spend time with you. So to absolutely no one’s surprise, you found yourself falling for him. That’s why the moment he asked you if you were interested in dating him, against your better judgment, you said yes and the rest is history.

It didn’t take long for you to arrive at the building and find a discreet parking lot. There was no reason to creep around because you literally worked here, but for some reason it seemed only appropriate, especially given the actual reason why you showed up there tonight. When you were done making sure the coast was clear you pulled out your phone to text Chan.

*Are you alone right now?*

*Yes. Why?*

*I wanted to facetime you and I didn’t want to catch you off guard.*

*Why aren’t you asleep?*

*You’re one to talk. Just pick up when you call 😾, ok?*

*🫡*

You had no intention of facetiming him but you wanted to surprise him without getting caught so you had to make sure the coast was clear. You made your way through the building and to his studio as quickly and quietly as possible. Thankfully, because of how late it was there was hardly anyone here. The door was locked but Chan had told you the passcode pretty early on in your relationship.

Chan's facial expressions shifted from confusion to shock and then finally into a big smile as you opened the door and walked in. You closed the door before turning back to him, returning his smile as you lifted the bag of food in your hand to show him what you brought.

“I knew there was no way you would have had dinner, so I brought you a little something.” you said, setting the food down by his desk and walking over to him.

You sat down on his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck so you could give him the biggest hug.

“What are you doing here?” Chan asked as he pulled you closer to him, squeezing so tightly that you had no choice but to giggle and squirmed until he loosened his arms.

“You're working way too late again so I had to check in on you.” you said through giggles.

You cupped his face in your hands and looked at his adorably sleepy expression. He was so cute that to not place a soft kiss on his pretty lips would simply be a crime.

As you pulled away he smiled at you and gently rested his hands on your hips. You loved the cozy feeling of his warmth wrapped around you like this.

“I’m sorry, It’s just that with the tour coming up there are so many things that need to get done.” He said.

“Don’t worry, I get it. That's why I brought you some energy in the form of food and your lovely girlfriend.”

“How did I get so lucky? Honestly I could use a distraction, I keep feeling like I’m not getting anywhere and I just keep working in circles.”

He sighed. You could tell how stressed he was feeling and you felt bad. You want him to be able to relax so even though he was busy and there was a lot of work to get done you figured a little break wouldn’t hurt.

“That’s why I’m here, to distract you. You know what I always say, it’s important to recoup and regroup.”

He threw his head back in laughter, his adorable dimples adding the cutest accent to his already perfect face.

“When have you ever said that?”

It felt so good to see Chan laughing. You got up and went to open up the food you brought him.

“Come eat before this gets any colder.”

He got his food and began to eat and you couldn't help but feel happy while you watched him. He was clearly hungry but he didn’t even realize it until he started diggin it with a ravenous pace.

“Love, even if you’re busy you can’t forget to eat.” You said gently. “I get worried when you don’t take care of your health.”

He smiled meekly and in a way that told you he already knew you were right. You didn’t want to give him anymore stress so you decided to save the scolding for another day and simply opted for booping his nose.

He finished up and you threw away the trash while he got you two something to drink. You got back to the studio before him so you took off your jacket and sat in his chair, giving it a spin. You looked around the dark room and you felt a rush of so many different emotions, feeling so proud of him and all the work that he did. Anyone could tell just how much of a talented genius he is but he still works crazy hard. You looked at his set up with all the bits and bobbles and his computer that was working overtime and felt a twinge of sadness. He always had so much on his plate and you just wanted to make things, even if only a little bit, easier for him.

He walked in with your drinks and smiled at what he thought to be the cutest image of you sitting in his chair.

“What are you up to?” He said handing you your drink.

“I wanted to see what it felt like to be the spectacular producer Mr. Bang Chan.”

He laughed.

“So? How is it?” He asked as he sat down on the couch.

You spined the chair to face him and grimaced.

“Exhausting.” You half joked. “But seriously, you have a lot of work to do, don't you? Now I kinda feel bad for distracting you.”

“Don’t. I wasn’t getting any work done in that state anyway. You’re doing me a huge favor right now.” He said, gesturing for you to come sit by him.

You got up and walked over to the couch but you decided that instead of sitting besides him you much rathered his lap. He raised his eyebrow at you inquisitively and through the dim light you could see a spark in his eyes. You wrapped your arms around his neck and leaned into his ear.

“So what I’m hearing is that you need a way to get your mind off of things.” You whispered.

“It depends. What’ve you got in mind?” He said teasingly, his eyes watching your lips.

His hands were already under your shirt and around your waist. You brushed your lips against his and smiled.

“A lot. The question is, are you up for it?

“Can’t you tell.”

He smirked and you looked down as you felt just how “up for it” he really was.

“You must have really missed me. I’ve barely touched you love.” You quipped.

“I think you knew exactly what you were doing when you came dressed like this.”

He was referring to the thin shirt you were wearing with no bra underneath and the fitted shorts that did nothing to hide how wet you already were.

You actually forgot that this was all that you were wearing. Your mind was only focused on the fact that he was probably overworking himself. When you hadn’t gotten the text from him that told you he was home you rushed out of your house to visit him even though you had already gotten ready for bed. You didn’t even have makeup on anymore and your hair was already tied up. But it was still enough to drive Chan crazy because that’s how much he adored you. But he wasn’t the only one who was completely ensnared because you absolutely wanted to devour him right now, even more so with his bare face and his natural curls.

You leaned into a soft kiss as you felt his strong hands begin traveling your body as if they were exploring for the first time. His hands gently caressed your back and shivers danced across your spine the same way it did the first time he touched you. He always had such a strong effect on you and it was just second nature at this point. All it took was a few touches from him and you could already feel yourself melting.

His hands found your breast and he massaged them for a moment before breaking away from your hungry kisses so he could pull your shirt over your head. After throwing your shirt somewhere in the room, he began to serenade your soft skin with gentle kisses. His lips and tongue thoughtfully roamed your breasts giving longer sucks to your nipples with added nips to the sensitive skin on your neck and collarbone. Your hands played in his hair as you basked in his sensual touches, your feather-like breathing sounds only making him more insatiable.

Like second nature his hands found their way to your sex, your aching for him so strong that just the simple brush of his thumb over your clit was enough to make you moan.

“Wait, why are you still wearing a shirt?” You suddenly asked when you realized just how much your hands were burning to feel him.

You clumsily found the hem of his sweater and tugged until he laughed and let you take it off. As soon as your first obstacle was gone your hands went to the band of his sweats, signaling to him that only getting rid of the sweater just simply wasn’t enough for you.

But instead of obeying you he responded by making sure he was holding you securely before standing up and placing you back in his chair. He kneeled by you and pulled your shorts off in one swift motion. He then gripped your hips, pulling your sopping warmth to him. Before you could think his mouth was on you and just in a matter of seconds your head was thrown back in pleasure. I mean the man’s tongue was nearly as magical as his wand and it sure enough had you swearing in hokkuspokkus.

It took no time for you to be moaning his name in pleasure as an orgasm washed over you. Chan stood up before leaning over and kissing you, you moaned in his mouth as you tasted yourself on his tongue. With him now standing above you, you saw your chance and took it as you groped him over his sweats, earring a groan from him. You slid your hand to the waistband and pulled them down before getting off the chair and sitting on your knees. You looked up at him with lust filled eyes and he looked down at you with a matching set. A match made in heaven, but with the kind of thoughts that were coating your mind maybe it was actually hell.

“Your turn.” You said as you gestured for him to sit in the chair.

You were on him the moment he was seated, your hands instantly pulling down his underwear and freeing his throbbing shaft. You finished taking off his clothing before you tentatively wrapped your hands around him. All while holding eye contact with him you leaned closer as you stuck out your tongue and slowly licked the precum off of his tip. You loved the way his breath quickened the moment he felt you, letting out a low moan that was pure delight to your ears.

You decided to continue teasing him despite the fact that he was so kind to you a few moments ago. You fought a smirk as you kissed the tip and then slowly dragged your lips down to the base. You fondled his balls as you dragged your tongue back to the tip at an excruciatingly slow pace, your eyes never leaving his that were daring you to keep fooling around. A smirk played on his lips as he tried to act like you weren’t absolutely killing him with your taunting behavior.

Deciding he had enough, you took him in your mouth allowing him to move his hips at the pace he wanted. Tears pricked your eyes as you took all of his size that you could fit in your mouth. He let out a string of curses as you felt his warm seed fill your mouth. You pulled your lips off with a pop and looked at him again. You waited for him to catch his breath and look back at you so you could make a show of opening your mouth before swallowing. You saw his breath hitch as you could all but hear the filthy thoughts your lewd actions invoked in him.

Chan held your hand and lifted you onto his lap. If you weren’t already aching for him from the previous excursions you would’ve been the moment you felt him strong and hard against your core. But he didn’t do anything but hold your hands, gazing at you in the dim lights.

“What?” You asked, now burning red under the intensity of the moment.

“You’re stunning darling.” He softly replied. “Everytime you’re not around I find myself missing you and even when I have you I feel like there is nothing I can ever say to do justice to the way my heart feels for you. ”

You held his face in your hands, resting your forehead on his.

“Every single time I think that I can’t possibly love you anymore you go ahead and say some shit like that. My heart, you’ve got me here falling for you all over again.” You whispered as tears threatened to fall from your eyes.

He chuckled as he traced patterns on your back.

You both sat in silence as a blanket of safety nursed your tired soul. Your gentle breaths syncing as you felt a unique tranquility, one that you only felt when you were together. He pulled you even closer to him as he kissed you in a way that told you everything he couldn’t say. You felt his heart beating against you and he felt yours.

As you took a deep breath to anchor yourself his intoxicating scent filled you. Feelings began catching up to you and you soon realized just how much you needed him, needed to feel your every sense be consumed by him. Looking up at Chan you gently placed a kiss on his lips before trailing your hands from where they rested down to where your interest had now shifted. Slowly you began stroking him and it didn't take long for him to realize the shift in the mood, his body was even quicker.

Once he was ready your hands gently guided him into you. The way he filled you, nice and slow, perfectly partnered with the mood of your heart. You couldn’t tell at which point you ended and he began, all you knew was that you felt more whole than you ever thought you could.

You swallowed each other’s moans as you felt the puzzle piece like pleasure of him completing you. You took another moment of stillness, just wanting to be present in the moment as Chan placed slow kisses on your face, silently telling you he felt the same.

Chan continued to hold you close as you both moved together in a perfectly paced rhythm that had made you fall apart in each other’s arms. His moans played with yours harmoniously as you felt the familiar pleasure building inside of you. You arched your back as you felt yourself unwrapping around him with every stroke. You felt him twitch inside you and you could tell he was close. The next thing you knew your orgasm was washing over you in powerful waves and you felt him follow soon after, your moments slowing to a stop as overstimulation had you both trembling.

“You’re amazing.” He said, kissing the top of your head.

“I was just about to say the same thing.” You said with a light chuckle.

After a moment's rest to steady yourselves Chan checked the time before letting out a sigh.

“We should probably head home. It seems less than ideal to let someone find us like this.”

You both laughed but neither of you moved. You didn’t want to lose the perfect feeling that was him inside of you just yet.

“Just a few more minutes.” You whined snuggling into him.

Chan softly laughed and rubbed your back.

“As much as I would love to stay like this, I know you and you know that you're about three seconds off of falling asleep.”

He was absolutely correct.

You let out a dramatically defeated sigh as you sat up. You anchored yourself with his shoulders as you got up and to your dismay felt him exiting you. You instantly missed him and made a show of it by pouting. He shook his head at you in humor before getting up and looking for his clothes. He got dressed and handed you a pair of spare sweats you kept in his studio. You were glad for the change of clothes because at some point in the removal of your shirt it got ripped and the shorts had too much evidence of your misconduct. You couldn’t risk running into someone in that state even if your jacket was long enough and would cover you if you closed it up. You put on the clothes and then put on your jacket before heading to your car. You made sure to take your previous clothes with you on the way out so as not to leave any incriminating evidence around. You sealed them in a bag and tossed them out in the garbage.

You had agreed to wait for him in your car while he left a couple minutes after you so that you wouldn’t run into anyone together at this late (or rather early) hour.

You dropped him at his dorm with a kiss goodbye and a very deadly threat which you assured him that you wouldn’t hesitate to take into effect if he dared to work that late again. When you finally got home you showered before putting on one of the tee shirts that he left at your house and crashing in bed. Even though you were absolutely exhausted you felt so much lighter and more relaxed. He called you to make sure you were home safely and you talked with him until he fell asleep. You ended the call and finally fell asleep yourself, the joy that your heart couldn’t contain spilling into your dreams.

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Butterflies

𝙹𝚒𝚗𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚡 𝚐𝚗 𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙴𝚁

⚠︎︎: 𝚂𝙼𝚄𝚃

𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜: 𝚂𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚔𝚜 (𝚍𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗), 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜, 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐, & 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚍𝚞𝚌𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚐 (𝙸'𝚖 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢).

𝟷𝟾+ 𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙾𝚁𝚂 𝙳𝙽𝙸

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 𝙰𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 4𝚔

𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚌, 𝙸’𝚖 𝚜𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎! 𝙸 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢 𝚒𝚝! 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝, 𝚒𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 & 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚜. ♥

𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜, 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎!

♡´･ᴗ･`♡

“Oh my god! Jinyoung!? Don’t scare me like that!”

His hands still rested on your chair that he pulled whilst your back was turned, his new favorite way to greet you when he visited your studio.

You took your headphones off and put your hand over your beating heart to steady it while Jinyoung laughed at your expression. You swiveled your chair, rolling away from him and back to your computer but he stopped you mid motion and turned you back to him. You folded your arms and looked away.

“Okay okay, I’m sorry.”

“You said you were sorry last time, and the time before that, and the time before that, and the time before that, and the…”

“Okay I get it.” He said now kneeling in front of you while he rubbed his hands together in a dramatic begging motion. The teasing smile that still played on his lips was enough to warrant a pulling of his ear.

“Ow ow, I said I was sorry.” He said removing your hand from his ear and holding it.

“Whatever.”

You said shaking away his hand and the sudden butterflies that started waking up in your stomach.

‘There will be none of that!’ you scold yourself internally.

This has been happening more and more recently. Jinyoung was coming over to your studio to check on a song you’d been making or just to hang out. You were used to him being around so you couldn’t understand why suddenly small things like him holding your hand made your heart do liittle flips.

He placed one of those healthy energy drinks that he already opened for you on your desk before sitting down on the couch and opening his own drink.

“Geez, do I look that tired?” You joked before taking a swig.

When he didn’t respond you turned and looked at him only to catch his eyes just before he looked away.

Was he staring? Nah.

You turned back to your screen with a pink flush now blossoming in your cheeks, again, and clearing your throat.

“So last night I was tweaking the song we were working on last week but I don’t know I feel like it’s missing something.” You said before playing the song you’d been working on like a maniac all night.

You watched him intently while he listened, biting the inside of your cheek in anticipation.

When the song finished Jinyoung got up without saying anything and walked over to your setup. He leaned over you, arm brushing against you as he grabbed the mouse. He was so close now you could smell the cologne you bought him for his birthday.

He told you that he always wore it so he would be needing a new one soon.

Your heart betrayed you once again, speeding up in your chest. Your eyes couldn’t help taking in his perfect features before settling on his plump lips. You swallowed.

Jinyoung looked down at you with his brows furrowed.

“Are you feeling okay? You look a little flushed.”

Before you could respond he had put his hand against your forehead before putting the other against his own.

“You definitely feel a little warm.” He said looking back at you.

You moved his hand away and stood up.

“I feel fine, it’s just a little warm in here.” You said slightly backing away from him.

He raised his eyebrow as his eyes flickered to the sweater you were bundled up in and the blanket that had fallen from your lap when you had suddenly gotten up.

It was far from warm in here.

“Anyway, what were you doing?” You said changing the topic not so smoothly.

“Oh right! So I was just mapping out some parts where I felt like it could use softer vocals mixed throughout. I think that would really pull the whole sound together.”

“I see… okay head into the studio and we can try it out.” You liked the idea for multiple reasons. One being that he might actually be right and the other being your need for him to no longer be so close to you.

“Wait. I was thinking you could do it.”

“What!? Me? But I don’t sing.” You said looking at him confused.

“But your voice is really pretty and I think this would really suit you.” He said matter of factly.

And que the blush.

“I-I don’t know.”

“Trust me. Your voice is exactly what this song's melody is missing.”

The next thing you knew you were the one in the studio and he was sitting in your chair. At first you were nervous and your voice was shaky but as he talked to you and coached you along you warmed up.

“Okay, come out and listen!” Jinyoung said excitedly.

You hurried out and he replayed the song for you. This time instead of just his honey voice filling the room you also heard yours mixed in there too. He smiled at you when it was done.

“See? It’s perfect like this!” He said, smiling up at you.

“But I hate the sound of my voice. And besides, it’s still missing something.” you said, shaking your head. Even though it did sonically sound much better you couldn’t help but cringe at the sound of your voice.

“I love the way your voice sounds.” He replied, playing the song again with a smile on his face.

“Okay.” You said as you tried to fight the hundredth heart flip today. “Now get out of my chair.”

Instead of moving he just patted his lap with a trouble making smile. You froze, simply staring at him.

“Sorry.” He said with an awkward chuckle. “Stupid joke.” You could swear he looked a little flustered but you couldn’t tell. Without another thought and probably moving quicker than natural you found yourself accepting his invitation. You sat down exactly we’re he patted and instantly got back to work.

Jinyoung's hands sort of just hovered while he tried to process the moment. He didn’t expect you to actually sit but now that he felt the warmth of your body against his he knew that if anyone moved it would be game over. Without even breathing he rested his arms on the arm rest. He wasn’t gonna be the one to forfeit this silly little game you two were playing, and had been playing for a while now.

On second thought maybe only he knew about it because you didn’t seem phased at all. He attempted to take a breath but instantly regretted it when your scent filled his nose. You smelled just as sweet as you always did but right now he wished you didn’t.

Have you always been this gorgeous? He asked himself one day while he was sitting in your studio. He was simply watching you work as he always did when suddenly he couldn’t stop his eyes from wandering. Your soft hair you had pulled away from your beautiful face. Your pretty lips that you chewed on as you thought. The curve of your body. Stop! Don’t be a freaking creep. He wanted to keep exploring but he forced himself to look away.

And now that he was sitting here with your perfect ass pressed against him he wasn’t sure how much more he could take. He swallowed and you shifted as you turned to face him. Shit!

“What? Am I heavy?” You asked with a tilt of your pretty little head while a smile tugged at the corner of your soft lips.

Jinyoung licked his lips nervously as your movement made you now pressed dangerously close to him.

You started to move again and he quickly put his hands on your waist, stopping your movement.

Your eyes looked at his moistened lips as you nervously swallowed. Jinyoung's hands felt warm against your body and now your stomach and heart were in a boxing match for the thousandth time today. You repositioned yourself so you could face him better, curious to know his next move.

His grip on your waist tightened.

“What’s our relationship these days?” You whispered.

Jinyoung's eyelids fluttered in shock.

“What do you mean?” Jinyoung whispered back.

“I can’t stop thinking about you… in a way a friend wouldn’t think about another friend.”

Jinyoung was silent. Your brain was everywhere and nowhere all at once. Your heart was pounding so loud you swore he could hear it.

“I shouldn’t have said that.” You said quickly and panic set in.

“Y/N…”

“Danm it, I’m such a fucking idiot!” You said exasperatingly. You moved to get up but you felt Jinyoung’s strong hand holding you in place.

“I’ve been thinking about you in a way a friend wouldn’t think about another friend as well.” Jinyoung said.

Now it was your turn to be shocked.

“Things like how your body would feel in my hands.” He continued. “Like how your lips would taste. Honestly I think that I think about kissing you a lot more than I should.”

His hand softly held your chin while his eyes traced your lips.

“…Do it then.” You said with a little frown on your face.

You were being driven crazy by the fact that you hadn’t been the only one who wanted to make out but somehow for months now you’d simply been wasting time.

He laughed at you but ultimately he felt the same.

His lips were as soft as they looked. And now they were hot against you and what’s more he tasted absolutely heavenly. His hands now rested on your neck, his thumb caressing your jaw as he deepened the kiss. Your chest pressed against his and you felt the pounding of his heart. Or was that your heart?

Jinyoung had to force himself to take a moment to breathe. He couldn’t believe this was happening. Was it possible that he was actually kissing you? He secretly pinched himself to make sure it wasn’t a dream.

“Owe!” You said suddenly.

You pulled back and looked at him with a frown.You looked absolutely delicious with your kissed pink lips and your flushed cheeks.

He couldn’t help but laugh. You hit him in the chest before rubbing the spot on your thigh that he pinched.

“I wanted to check if this was real or not.” Jinyoung finally said now that he was done laughing at your cuteness.

“Then pinch yourself doofus.” You said playfully, swatting at him.

He caught your hands.

“We’re so close right now I couldn’t tell.”

With those words Jinyoung was reminded of just how close you two were. Your hand rested on his thigh dangerously close to his crotch. Your heaved chest with every breath drawing his attention to your now unzipped sweater and your sweat glistened chest. He could tell you caught him staring but this time he didn’t look away.

Jinyoung watched you as you finished unzipping your sweater and revealing all that was underneath. You were absolutely mesmerizing. You let your sweater fall from your shoulders.

Kisses. You felt his breath all over your body along with his strong hands squeezing you as if it were life and death. His lips were all over yours and then your neck and then your nipples and then your shoulders and back to your lips. He was starved

You wrapped your arms around his neck and whispered breathlessly in his ear. “Let’s go to the couch”

Jinyoung instantly complied, standing up with you before walking over to your couch and gently laying you down.

Hovering above you, Jinyoung took in the sight before him. “How could you possibly be real?” He thought out loud only realizing the mistake when your face burned crimson.

He leaned in and softly kissed you again.

You felt his hardness pressed against your thigh as he leaned. It didn’t matter if this was a good idea or not because it was happening and you sure as hell weren’t gonna stop it.

The more you kissed pressed against each other in varying positions the harder it became to keep your underwear on. Giving up entirely you finished stripping. Oddly there was no discomfort in the moment. You thought that after all this time of minimum interaction laying beneath a man completely naked would make you feel beyond uncomfortable but you didn’t. His eyes flickered across every inch of you, taking you in like you were the most beautiful person in the world.

“Your turn.” You said breaking the silence.

Without a word Jinyoung followed suit.

The eye contact was intense’ neither of you having any desire to look away. The atmosphere felt deliciously tense so obviously the clown in you instantly resorted to making a joke.

“I did not see today going this way.” You joked. “I would’ve worn my sexy underwear.”

“You’re not wearing anything now so it doesn’t really matter.” He said before using the silence as a chance to gaze at your body again.

“Good point. So… we fucken or what? I’m getting cold.”

Once again Jinyoung’s beautiful laugh filled the room and vibrated against your body.

“No one can ever say you’re not a romantic. Geez we’re having a moment.”

“Sorry. I think I’m just stupid horny right now.”

“Well, can’t say I didn’t try.” He said before sitting up on the couch, pulling you on top of him.

You naturally straddled his lap, kisses peppering your skin the moment you were seated.

“Condom.” He mumbled in between kisses.

With a groan you pulled, breaking the bliss and got up to grab the box you always kept at your studio. You know what they say, better safe than unquenchably horny.

Jinyoung's eyes tracked you the whole way through with an odd expression that only relaxed when he noticed the box was still sealed.

If he was being honest then he would’ve just said that the thought of another man being with you drove him insane. But instead of sounding like a psychopath by saying that he just laughed and said “Good thing you’re always prepared.

“Would you believe me if I told you I bought these for you.”

His laugh was replaced with rapid blinking as he stared at you in slightly confused shock. If what he thought you were saying was what you were saying he wouldn’t be able to contain himself.

“Don’t get too excited.” You said when you finally made your way back over to him. “You’re just the only person I thought I would have sex with in my studio.

He took the box from you and looked at it.

“Should a be concerned that you know my size?” He said with an eyebrow raise.

You put your hand up in defense.”I swear it was just a guess. Wait…that’s not really helping my case.”

“Soooo, what you’re saying is not only did you spend time thinking about what size my dick is, you also went out and bought a pack of condoms for the purpose of having sex with me even though our relationship was platonic.” He said, shaking his head in false disapproval.

He couldn’t help teasing you as he took a condom out of the box.

You smiled, completely unfazed by his words, as you playfully snatched the condom from him and tossed the box to the side.

“How much of a pervert am I if I say I also fantasized about doing this?” You questioned as you slowly brought the wrapper to your lips before using your teeth to open it.

Jinyoung watched you almost in a daze as you discarded the wrapper on the floor, the condom resting between your lips. With your free hand you reached over and began to stroke him.

A groan slipped from his lips. The feeling of your soft hands around him was overwhelming. A pearl of pre-cum formed at the tip and you bent over and seductively licked it off. This time he couldn’t stop the moan that slipped out.

You were starting to get impatient as your desire for him ticked higher. You sat back up and rolled the condom down his shaft before shifting onto his lap.

Jinyoungs kisses were instinctive, the moment your lips were near his were against them. His hands feverishly touched you everywhere they could reach.

“I need you inside of me now.” You moaned in between kisses. You were never good about waiting so you honestly couldn’t believe that you’ve made it this long without him inside of you.

You propped yourself on your knees, making sure you were holding eye contact while you wrapped your hand around him and guided him to your entrance. You took your time as he stretched you, the pain mixing into pleasure.

Jinyoung's breath quickened the moment he saw himself bottomed out inside of you. Afraid to hurt you he fought himself to stay still, letting you take the lead.

When you were ready you nodded to let him know he could move. He pushed against your insides deliciously and the noises that spilled from you were uncontrollable. You used his shoulders to steady yourself, your mind slipping from the pleasure.

The sounds of your breathy moans filled the room making Jinyoung’s head spin in delight. He was sensitive to your every movement . The way you fluttered around him. The way your hands wrapped increasingly tighter onto his neck and shoulders with every pulse that went through your body. The way you whispered his name mixed in with a mumble of curses that he was pretty sure you just made up. The way the sweat that glistens on your body under the purple computer light made you look absolutely otherworldly. He didn’t know how much more he could take so when you said you were getting close he could finally exhale. Mesmerized, he watched your face as your orgasm crashed through you. Beautiful couldn’t justifyingly describe you.

The feeling that boomed through your body was heavenly. Jinyoung followed soon after, his movement steadying as the aftershocks dwindled.

His strong arms held you close as if letting you go wasn’t even an option.

At some point you felt as if you were drifting to sleep so you shook the drowsiness away and forced yourself to get up. Jinyoung protested a little but he knew that you both had work to do.

You two cleaned up and put back on your clothes.

There was silence in the room that was only slightly awkward now that everything was set and done.

“Do you wanna finish the song?” You asked heading to sit in your chair.

“Yeah. What should I order for dinner?” He said picking up his phone and going to the delivery app.

“You pick. I don’t really- *gasp*.”

“What?” Jinyoung rushed towards you.”

“The mic in here was recording.”

You two looked at the sound waves of the recording that stretched across the monitor.

Clicking on the highest waves you hit play as curiosity got the best of you. Instant embarrassment washed over you as you listened to the sounds of your moans over the speakers.

“That’s so embarrassing.” You groaned and moved to delete the audio when Jinyoung stopped you.

“Wait. Don’t. I think we should use this.”

“Use it?” You said, raising your eyebrow.

“In the song.”

You still looked at you quizzically so he took your mouse and started working himself.

When he was done with layering the sounds on a small piece he hit play.

The song filled the studio and you winced in anticipation. Wait a minute you, that actually sounds really freaking good. The layering of your voices paired really well and the slightly altered moans in the backing really added more depth to the previous empty feeling beat.

“Shit. I like it.” You said, smiling up at him.

Jinyoung smiled back down at you, his dimples looking absolutely adorable as he did. Seeing his chance while your face was lifted towards him he quickly stole a kiss.

“We make a good team huh?” He said after, his face still tantalizingly close to yours sending butterflies back into your stomach.

“I guess we do.”

You stayed like that for a moment before a notification on his phone pulled you out of it.

“The food is here. I’ll go get it, be right back.

“Perfect, I’m starving.”

He lingered for one moment longer before leaving to grab the food.

You let out a breath you just realized you were holding and went back to finishing the song, a big happy grin covering your face.

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