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Knocked | ksj | (m)

☾ Pairing: Streamer!Seokjin x f. reader

☾ Summary: Living with people is difficult, but all things considered, your new roommate isn’t terrible. He cooks, he cleans, and if you had to be honest - incredibly attractive. But his habit of streaming until the early hours of the morning while yelling and making other questionable noises has pushed you to the limit. You’ve finally decided to risk your sanity and put it all on the line with a reckless bet in hopes of getting some peace and quiet at night.

☾ Word Count: 10,673

☾ Genre: Roommates to lovers, smut, humor

☾ Rating: 18+ Minors are strictly prohibited from engaging and reading this content. It contains explicit content and any minors discovered reading or engaging with this work will be blocked immediately.

☾ Warnings: Cheesy humor, Jin is an annoying gamer, a lot of game talk, stupid bets, explicit language, references to an ungendered ex partner, a very cheesy plot i like cheese, jin crossing a boundary but he apologizes okay!!! sexually explicit content including oral (m. receiving) vaginal fingering, nipple play, a lot of body fluids like a loooot of spit and drool, protected vaginal sex, fast sex because they’re both overwhelmed and honestly this is vanilla but they are CUTE!!!!

☾ Published: January 19, 2023

☾ A/N: SHE IS HERE AND SHE ISN’T BEAUTIFUL OR EDITED BUT SHE IS FINISHED AND CHEESY AND THIS JIN IS REALLY CUTE OKAY. My inner gamer went fucking nuts in this I am so sorry I really like playing Apex Legends and I got too deep into the game lore so hopefully people can appreciate that. These two were just thirsty for each other and both busted nuts quickly okay it has happened to me jgdhgijhd thats tmi okay HAPPY READING.

☾ Disclaimer: All members of BTS are faces and name claims for this story. This is entirely a work of fiction and by no means is meant to be a projection, judgment or representation of real-life people. Any scenarios or representations of the people and places mentioned in works are not representative of real-life scenarios.

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A crash and a yell startle you in the kitchen, the spatula in your hand clattering into the egg pan as Seokjin lets out an unintelligible string of cursing and yelling. Closing your eyes and taking a deep breath, you try and center yourself in patience. It’s not uncommon in your apartment for two to hear him suddenly break out into yelling, and it surely won’t be the last.

Kim Seokjin isn’t the worst roommate. Not by a longshot, when you consider the horror stories you’ve read in Reddit threads and seen on TikTok. He’s clean, he has an aesthetic eye for decoration, he’s an amazing cook, he pays his portion of bills on time, and he doesn’t steal food. Nor does he hog any of the common spaces in the house.

The negative? Seokjin is constantly gaming, which wouldn’t be a bad thing if he gamed quietly. Namjoon hadn’t warned you that Seokjin was a large-scale streamer before you moved in, focused on first-person shooter content and paid tournaments.

It had taken about three hours into moving in when he screamed for you to realize that there was no fixing that bit.

Meal finished and plated, you move to the dining room, sitting cross-legged in the chair and turning on the TV louder than necessary to tune out Seokjin’s hollering. You’ve come up with plenty of ways to tune him out, and listening to everything else on extreme volume is the easiest.

Your neighbors must hate you.

Halfway through your meal and eyes glued to RuPaul’s Drag Race, Seokjin comes trailing out of his room, drawing your attention. It isn’t a hard thing to do. For a grown man who is chronically wired to his PC, he is beautiful. The kind of beauty that is used in dramas and romantic comedies kind of beautiful.

Dark, soft hair that is usually left shaggy and air-dried from the shower but you know looks dashing styled back for parties, equally dark eyes that shimmer with delight when he tells a horrible joke that he thinks is particularly amusing, full lips that would earn the envy of Aphrodite herself - Seokjin is painfully, artfully perfect.

Except for the constant gaming.

“Wow, didn’t offer to make me breakfast?” he asks. It’s more of a jest than anything, popping the fridge open in search of a caffeinated beverage. “How little do I mean to you?”

“Check the microwave, nerd.”

He looks surprised, meandering to the appliance in question and opening the door to see a plate of breakfast for dinner inside. “Wow,” he sighs dreamily. “You really are my favorite roommate.”

“I’m your only roommate.”

“Well, you’re better than Namjoon.”

“Mmm. That isn’t a hard feat, I don’t chronically break pieces of furniture.”

Humming his agreement, Seokjin shoves eggs into his mouth, munching happily. “When are you going to finally play some games with me, huh?”

“Mmmm never.”

“You think I don’t know you have a little setup in there?”

“I like Animal Crossing. You like Apex.”

“Come on, I can teach you Apex.”

It’s a conversation you’ve had a million times. Gaming is the single thing that the two of you have in common. When you first discovered that Seokjin worked in the digital sphere and was a content creator for popular games online, you were a bit worried. It wouldn’t have been the first time you had been fetishized for so much as liking a game.

Thankfully, Seokjin was alright. He didn’t make it weird, and after a casual comparison of the things you liked to play, he decided that the interests weren’t common enough to be a huge pain in the ass about it.

He did really want to play at least once, with you though.

“I know how to play Apex,” you mumble, eyes flickering back to the TV. Your last situationship revolved around playing the stupid first-person shooter together. “I don’t like it.”

As in, you were absolutely never playing that game again after being worn out from it and having it associated with someone who kind of sucked anyway.

“How can you not like Apex?” Seokjin mutters, more to himself than anything else.

Thankfully he drops the subject, distracted by your show. He shuffles to the couch, where you join him eventually, both of you tucked into the cushions as you watch the show. For the most part, Seokjin is quiet, only peppering you with questions during the commercial breaks. You’re happy to answer.

It’s comfortable, your little life with him. You’ve almost lived together for a year, and despite the annoying gaming thing and his habitual bad jokes, you like living with Seokjin. You like having him as a friend, even.

Things are good.

Things are not good. You clench your jaw as you re-read the email, feeling the tension creep into your shoulders. You can already feel the headache that has not yet happened but is predestined.

If people would just read their emails before sending a snarky request with your boss CC’d-

Mark: Come by my office, please.

Sighing, you push out from the desk and head toward your boss's office. Your stomach flips uneasily, unsettled as you walked by the windowed offices of the executive staff. It isn’t that you’re afraid of your boss, but you certainly have been having a bad enough day without having to explain that if Alicia in accounting had just read your email she wouldn’t be confused.

At the appointed office, you tap lightly on the door frame. “Hi, still a good time?”

It’s obviously a good time, but for some reason, you feel the need to break the tension by clarifying. Your boss is a wide-set man who ushers you in with a wave. “Catch the door for me, please.”

The door shuts with a click and it feels like impending doom.

Sitting quickly in a chair, you wait with a racing heartbeat as Mark finishes writing an email. The silence is awkward so you distract yourself by looking at the pictures of him and his family on his shelves as if you haven’t seen them a dozen times, and looking at his nameplate and literally any other object in his office to keep from feeling uncomfortable.

The horrible 70s rock that plays softly in the background only makes it worse.

With a final click on his mouse, he turns to you and says, “Sorry about that, trying to get through all these damn sales contracts.”

“Sounds exhausting.” You have no idea if it is - sales isn’t your area of expertise. “I know they’ve been busy.”

“Tons of new clients, which is always great but the paperwork is a killer.”

“Makes sense.”

“What is Alice in accounts losing her mind about? I saw that you’re missing invoices for radio stations and it’s way past the cycle?”

“As explained in my email to Alice, the station in question filed for bankruptcy and has a halt on all their funds. This was something I communicated two months ago with accounting and legal. I believe you may have been on it as well, though perhaps I left you off.” You didn’t leave him off. You don’t leave him off any emails. “Those invoices are all going to be a mess until that’s sorted.”

“Look,” he sighs. “We all have a shit ton going on right now. One email letting us know that payment would be an issue isn’t going to cut it. You can’t assume that we see the emails. Was it flagged as high-importance?”

“Yes.”

And I mentioned it in three meetings and a sticky note, you think.

“See, it’s just not foolproof. It’s your job to overcommunicate these things. You can't rely on accounting or me to remember these things for you.”

You give him one slow blink. Then another.

“Understood,” you answer, throat tightening. “I will make sure to overcommunicate from now on, I apologize for the confusion.”

“Thanks,” he says, a dismissal. “Door closed on the way out, I have a stupid call to jump on.”

Door closed behind you, you wonder how anyone gets anything fucking done around this place. Because of course doing all of the things logical and reasonable to communicate a change in accounting isn’t reasonable. Going above and beyond and being responsible for other people not reading their email is now your job to compensate for.

Steam blowing from your ears, you march back toward your desk in a blind rage, fists open and closing. You don’t see it coming when Yoongi smacks into you, eyes glued to his phone and fresh iced-americano now coloring your blue shirt a nice shade of mud.

“Holy fuck I am so sorry,” Yoongi swears. “Shit - fuck - sorry.”

Cold leeches through you like a knife. You rush to the bathroom, Yoongi’s cursing and apologies drifting behind you. The press of paper towels lifts a little of the yellow from your shirt, but it doesn’t fix the sticky-cold cling of fabric to your chest and the unmistakable stain down the front of your outfit.

“Fucking perfect.”

Blessedly Seokjin isn’t home when you arrive stained in dry coffee, smelling like Starbucks, and sagging with a delightful mix of rage, wrath, and irritation. Like an angry little storm cloud, you move around the apartment, snapping cabinets closed extra hard and yanking your blouse off with a little more violence than usual.

A hot shower makes most of the tension bleed away, but not all of it vanishes. Wrapped in a towel and turned into a prune, you reach for the clothes on the counter and realized in your haste to peel yourself out of Yoongi’s coffee, you didn’t bring any with you.

It doesn’t matter anyway. Seokjin isn’t home, so you yank the door open and march toward your room, running smack into your second person of the day with a startled yelp and thankfully, a very tight grip on your towel.

“Why are you all wet?” Seokjin shrieks, wiping his shirt as though he could get rid of the you-shaped wet stain. “And naked!”

“I’m in a towel! Why are you here?”

“I live here!”

“I meant right now! You weren’t home!”

“Well, I do come home, usually! And I yelled I was home when I got here so you would hear me!”

“Well, I was in the shower!”

“Obviously!”

For a moment, the two of you stand there. You’re dripping a puddle onto the tile and the cold air has goosebumps breaking out all over your body. You shiver as Seokjin’s eyes flicker down for a split second before he’s looking at the ceiling and gesturing. “Well - go find clothes!”

“I will! Jeez!”

You storm into your room, slamming the door and pressing your back against it. Your towel is gripped tight in your fist, heart hammering. You’re both adults and while being in a towel in front of Seokjin isn’t embarrassing or scandalous, it was unexpected and new.

As you get dressed quickly, you can’t help but think of the way his cheeks tinged pink and the nervous way he shifted. It was… cute.

With clothes on, Seokjin seems a lot less nervous around you. He’s still a little stiff, you notice. You bump into him as the two of you navigate the kitchen together and he ducks his head, the tops of his ears red. You file the information away for another time, feeling your cheeks warm when you go to reach for a pair of tongs but he already has them held out to you.

It isn’t uncommon behavior. He’s known you long enough to know your habits around the kitchen, and you’ve cooked enough meals together to recognize the patterns in which the two of you move around the kitchen.

Music plays in the background, Seokjin humming along. Occasionally, he sings the words, voice low and soft over the notes.

“You have a nice voice,” you note as you flip the oven off. He’s always had a nice voice, but you’ve never said anything before. He raises his brows as you grab oven mitts. “You do,” you insist with a grin. “I promise I’m not lying.”

“A great voice to go with a great face right?”

“Ew, here we go.”

He moves out of your way as you open the oven, leaning on the counter and crossing his arms over his broad chest. “Maybe I should sing on stream. Do you think they would like that? People already think I’m the most handsome streamer.”

“Sure, maybe do some sort of caroling or something for the holidays.”

He pauses. “That’s actually not a terrible idea. What if I just called my friends who were streaming on Discord and started caroling to them? I could make it a charity thing and select streams based on donations.”

Placing the hot pan on the top of the stove, you glance at him sidelong. “Do you do charity streams a lot?”

“All the time. Most of the long streams I do are for charities.”

“So it’s not all just… earning cash?”

“No, I get plenty of that.”

“So why do you need a roommate?”

Seokjin leans over you, to pluck a fry off of the pan. He doesn’t move away immediately, eyes dropping down to yours as he sticks the french fry in his mouth. The warmth of his chest radiates through your shoulder where you touch and suddenly, you feel a buzz at his nearness.

It’s impossible not to drop your eyes down to his mouth as he chews. For a moment, you’re dazed by his pillow lips - they really are a marvel to look at. Then he’s smirking and murmuring, “For the cooking. Did you get these out of a frozen bag? Ugh.”

Spell broken you swat at him and he laughs, leaning away again. “I don’t like to be alone,” Seokjin admits. “Having a roommate is nice. Granted, I was supposed to be living with Namjoon until he and Jungkook decided to be in love and all that. Now I have you filling out the rest of his lease.”

“So you can afford to live alone in this city and don’t?”

“Hey, I also save a ton of money. I will want to buy a house one day. Consider yourself as a part of my savings tactic.”

“Uh-huh.”

Rooming with Seokjin had been of convenience. Finding affordable living in the city was nearly impossible - especially on your salary - and when Namjoon had announced after only two months of living with Seokjin that he and his boyfriend were getting their own place, it had timed up perfectly. You had been vaguely familiar with Seokjin at the time, and you desperately needed cheaper rent.

You’d never really asked why Seokjin had a roommate at all. He had a work-from-home job at a software company doing something that went far beyond your understanding, and he made a ton from streaming.

Seokjin plops down on the couch instead of the dining room table, a plate full of chicken nuggets and fries balanced on his knee as he pats the seat next to him without looking. You definitely went the easy route for dinner after your terrible day, and Seokjin seems to pick up on the fact that tonight is an eat-from-the-comfort-of-the-couch kind of vibe.

“Ugh,” Seokjin sighs as he watches Shangela get eliminated from the top four on All-Stars 3. “That is heartbreaking. She worked really hard.”

Seokjin has never really voiced being a fan of the show, but you have a sneaking suspicion he watches it because you are, and it’s something to bond over. Maybe you should play a round of Apex with him.

Instead, you say, “Yeah, she deserved it.” You pause. “Thanks for watching with me, tonight. I had a rough day.”

“Hmm. I can tell.” He leans and squeezes your bicep absently. “I’m here for ya.”

Though you say nothing, your insides do a little bit of a flip.

Glancing at the clock on the stove, you frown. Pausing your show, you pull up your phone, paging over to Twitch to pull up Seokjin’s stream. He’s been doing one of those stream-a-thon things again, and you haven’t seen him come out to eat since the morning. It’s well into the evening now.

Seokjin’s stream pulls up and you see him in the corner of his screen, the familiar lighting in his room glowing in the background. His room is surreptitiously clean, free of any garbage and clutter. His bed is always made any time you see it, and the beautiful tiles of pulsing lights above it make a nice ambiance for his stream.

Currently, he is focused, leaning a little too far toward his screen as he talks to his teammates. Taehyung and Jungkook, by the sound of it. There’s no evidence suggesting he has left his room today, which urges you to get up and head to the kitchen, closing out the stream.

In silence, you put together a small meal. A wrap, a small back of chips, and some damn water will do him some good. Pulling up his stream again, you wait until his match finishes and he’s leaning back, talking to chat.

A little nervous, you walk with food in hand to his bedroom door where you can hear his soft voice. You knock lightly and he calls you in. Carefully, you stick your head in and see him turn. You’re out of shot from his stream, but he’s confused nonetheless. You never interrupt.

Sliding the plate into view, Seokjin’s face lights up. He rolls away from the computer and comes over, his headset on his head still as he gushes, “Holy fuck thank you. You are literally the best. A goddess. A queen. Royalty. Angel among humans. I’m starving.”

“Yeah, it’s like seven at night idiot.”

“Yeah, whatever. Thank you.” He bites into the wrap eagerly, taking a few minutes to chew and swallow. He pauses and glances you up and down before smiling. “Really, thank you. That was incredibly thoughtful of you.”

“Uh-huh.” You glance at his screen. “Have a good rest of your stream.”

Jin: Left lunch for you in the fridge. I made extra this morning.

You look at the text and furrow your brow, toothbrush still popped into the side of your cheek. You continue absently scrubbing as you walk to the fridge and pull it open. Sure enough, there’s a glass dish with a sticky note on it and a smiley face.

Plucking the note off the top, you read it. Thanks for taking care of me. Now I’ll take care of you.

With a smile bright enough to light up the entire city, you go about getting dressed for work.

The smile doesn’t last long. Work drags on unsteady, tired feet, and once again, you are stuck in a slew of responsibilities that shouldn’t be yours, reading emails that are reiterating things already discussed, and joining meetings that should be emailed.

By the time lunch comes and goes, you realize that you haven’t yet eaten. Tucked in the small cubicle, you nibble on Seokjin’s homemade meal, eyes glued to the neverending scroll of budget tracking and invoices.

A raging headache lurks behind your eyes and though your lunch is superb - as it often is with Seokjin’s cooking - you can’t help but feel your frustration mount by the time your next meeting rolls around.

Meeting after meeting interrupts your afternoon, and when you finish your last one long past the time to go home, your nerves are fried and a high-strung feeling follows you all the way to your car as you scroll through all of the emails you have yet to get to.

Because of all the fucking meetings.

The trip home is silent. Your fingers ache with the grip on the steering wheel of your car and when you park in the lot of the apartment complex, you sit there for a moment, car off, world muted by the car doors.

Head pressed against the steering wheel, you take a few steady breaths. It feels like you might cry, which isn’t typical after a work day. But you’re frustrated and tired, and that goddamn headache is still looming in the back of your eye sockets.

Upstairs and in your apartment, you breeze past Seokjin who is in the kitchen. You mumble something about a migraine and he barely gets a moment to say anything before you’re in your room, door pressed shut. You lay in your bed without even taking your work close off, wrapping yourself in your blanket and closing your eyes.

The next thing you know, there’s something warm pressed against your brow. You frown and groan, rolling over and feeling several joints in your body pop. Your eyes flutter open and you see Seokjin leaning over you, making you flinch slightly.

“Sorry,” he laughs. “But it’s really late and you should eat. I know you have a headache so I brought you meds and a cold towel. And ramen. I make the best ramen.”

“Jungkook makes the best ramen,” you correct, sighing and leaning up a little. Your movements are stiff, tangled in a blazer and dress pants. “Ugh, I slept like this?”

“Jungkook does not make the best ramen. I will take that away.”

“Fine, fine.” You take the medicine from the nightstand and chase it with the water glass offered. “Thanks.” You look at all the things he brought you and your insides begin to melt. He lingers near the doorway, eyes soft, expression warm. “Thank you for thinking of me. I… wow.”

He shrugs, suddenly shy. “No big deal. Now eat the best ramen in the world or I’m going to have a fit.”

With that, Seokjin leaves you to eat your ramen in peace. The first taste is amazing, already warming you up. You realized you’re ravenous, pulling noodles into your mouth hungrily. Absently, you think that it is the best fucking ramen in the world.

“What’s with you?” Seokjin asks as you drag your feet slowly in the grocery store. Rarely do you shop together, but today is an exception. “You look like a zombie.”

You nearly shoot daggers at him. “I lost my headphones,” you snap. “Which means I have to hear your gaming all night.”

“Oh come on, I’m not that loud.”

“Watch one of your streams back, I’m sure you’ll disagree.”

He sighs, turning the cart as you walk down the spice aisle. “Sorry, I’m preparing for this huge Apex tournament. Jungkook and I have been practicing duos a lot and it’s been a bit frustrating. Everyone has fucking aim assist these days, I swear that console players are doing to ruin-”

“Jin.” He pauses his rant. “I’m just asking you to keep it down a little. I no longer have the means to ignore you… moaning weirdly during a game.”

“What?”

“You haven’t noticed? You kind of moan and yell. It’s… ask your stream about it.”

He stops walking, staring at you as you walk ahead. “I don’t do that.” You snicker and he makes a frustrated noise. “I don’t!”

Five minutes pass with Seokjin sulking about your comment. It’s when you’re in the milk aisle that he says, “So you’ve just been imagining me moaning on the other side of the wall, huh?”

“W-what?”

“Admit it. You’ve been thinking about me moooaaaning you’re having dirty thooooughts.” He sing-songs this to you, poking at your sides as you open the fridge to get milk.

“I am not.”

“It’s totally cool. I get it, handsome bachelor right on the other side of the wall, you’re bound to get curious and - oof.”

“Put this in the cart,” you deadpan, having hit him in the stomach with the gallon of milk. He takes it from you and obliges, though there is a shit-eating grin on his face.

Seokjin isn’t right, but he isn’t explicitly wrong. When you first moved in, you had been shy and wondered about the attractive boy who lived just on the other side of the wall. Once you had fallen into familiarity, though, there had not been anything there.

Except recently.

The last few weeks have felt like the two of you have reached a new level of shared living space. You had done things together before, but now you find yourself making all your meals with Seokjin, bringing him snacks during stream, waking up to him making you breakfast or having prepared you lunch.

And now you’re doing groceries together, which was something uncommon enough to make you wonder.

You think back to the gentle way he made you dinner and brought you medicine when you had a headache, the way that your insides had turned cotton candy at the action and house these days, your eyes lingered on him just a little bit more.

But no. Seokjin was your roommate, and you learned in your last situationship that you don’t shit where you eat. Which is why you moved out of the old apartment and in with Seokjin in the first place.

The rest of your shopping experience goes with mild teasing. You’re still a little bit on edge, but not enough to be truly mad, especially when he offers to cook dinner.

Once again, you find yourself nestled on the couch watching TV before he finally relents and announces he’s going to practice duos with Jungkook. He assures you that he’ll keep it down this time - he isn’t streaming, so you sure hope so - and vanishes for the rest of the evening.

When you get ready for bed, it is mostly silent on his of the wall. No yelling, but you can hear the soft lull of his voice. Oddly enough, it’s soothing, and you end up falling asleep with the barest sound of his hum through the walls.

Most nights, you can sleep through Seokjin’s yelling at the sudden sound of his knee hitting his gaming desk as he jumps up, a string of expletives laced with other unintelligible expressions of shock, horror, and frustration. Most nights, you can tuck your headphones in, and blissfully fall asleep to the sound of rain, hearing his insanity only once in a while.

Except now you’ve lost your headphones, you don’t have enough money to splurge on a new pair, and Seokjin has been practicing for a tournament for some extremely long stream he has coming up.

So now, you go nights without sleep. Nights where you drift off to dreamland after a long shift at the bar or studying for your dissertation. Nights like this, where you teeter on the edge between awake and asleep, and you’re startled straight out of your bed from a shout.

Heart pounding, you grip the edge of your bed, trying to get your bearings as Seokjin’s shouting echoes through the shared wall. You feel sick with the sudden rush of adrenaline and fear, closing your eyes for a moment as the room spins.

Gritting your teeth and ripping your blankets from you, you march to his room, stumbling as you try to get your bearings from waking up so suddenly. Your stomach does a nasty flip, churning at the unplanned activity as you pound your fist on his door.

“Open up, motherfucker!” You screech, hand slamming on the door without pause. “I swear, Seokjin, sometimes I just want to-“

The door rips open and you nearly knock him right in his chest. His very bare, very broad chest, lit up by the purple RBG lights on his headphones and strip lighting around his room to improve the ambiance of his setup.

“Holy shit, woman! What?”

You blink, momentarily dazed at what you came here for, distracted entirely by the firm curves of his pectorals, skin smooth and gold. Was Seokjin always this in shape or is it a figment spurred by the rush of adrenaline?

Finding your words is hard, your brain is scrambled and near ready to make dial-up noises at the site of your roommate’s bare skin. “We just talked about this,” you manage to spit out. “And you’re literally going to start screaming the same fucking day we talk about keeping it down?”

“I mean I’m sorry but damn. You don’t have to break the door down.”

“Then stop screaming!”

“You’re the one screaming!”

“Because I’m trying to fucking sleep! I have dealt with you yelling, cheering, slamming the desk and hollering and doing your little moan-scream for almost a year without saying anything!” You yell back, fists clenched and rage boiling. “I’m so fucking over it!”

“Then why have you never mentioned it before? You know, like an adult!”

Your mouth hangs open at the clap back. “Be for real. I am not the problem here.”

“Well if I’m the problem, why haven’t you communicated that? You’ve been here eight months and it took me asking you at the grocery store to fess up that I was bothering you.”

“I mean. Yeah, but-”

“So don’t yell at me that I didn’t read your mind and I had no idea I was bothering you. Or get headphones.”

“How about you start gaming at normal hours? Have you ever thought of that?”

He rolls his eyes. “You mean my working hours?”

“I mean between the hours before 11 at night, Jin!”

“Make me!”

“Fine!” You snap, rage pushing you over. “Shall we make a wager?”

This catches him by surprise. He blinds a few times, tilting his head. “What are you proposing?”

Crossing your arms, you nod to the computer. “You want me to play Apex so bad? Fine, we’ll make it a competition.”

“There’s no 1 v 1 in Apex.”

“Duos. Whoever gets the most kills wins. No shields higher than blue, no turning on each other. Just strictly kill count. If win, you don’t get to game past 11 pm anymore.”

“And if I win?”

“What do you want?”

“What can I have?” He pauses, looking you up and down. Something feels different as he does this. His gaze heavier. Darker. He licks his lips, your attention is drawn to the way the blue lights glittering on his wall turn the spit-slicked surface blue. “How about any favor at any time that I ask? Are we also trying to win as a duo?”

“Sure. No holds barred on how we get kills.”

Again, he examines you, trying to puzzle something out. Wordlessly, he walks to his computer and grabs his headset. The door is open to his room, showing that he just has his basic setup turned on, with no intention of streaming. “Jungkook I’ll hit you up tomorrow. I have to kick my roommate's ass.” Jungkook says something on the other side and Seokjin clears his throat. “Yeah, no. Bye.”

He returns, phone in hand. Your phone pings in your room. “Add me on Discord, I guess.”

Wordlessly, you spin and head to your room.

There are still things Seokjin doesn’t know about you. Like how you played his favorite game for a year straight, trying to impress your last roommate-turned-fuck-buddy with your skills. While it partially worked in your favor, their failure to commit to you gave you a sour taste about the game.

It’s been a while since you’ve played. Slower games are more your style, and you haven’t turned on your PC in a while, but as it starts, lights inside of the glass case glittering, you feel a shiver of excitement.

Your setup is not nearly as advanced as your roommate's, who has three screens, a massive desk and hi-tech camera, a microphone, and a massive custom-built unit that could probably power a tank. Yours is pre-built but sturdy, and you have a single screen with a modest keyboard and headset to match.

Glancing at the Discord user, you roll your eyes at what Seokjin’s written: WorldWideHandsomeJin.

“Weirdo,” you mutter.

You add him anyway, getting comfortable in your chair and hitting the call button. He answers immediately, his voice making the hair at the back of your neck tingle as he says, “So are you going to be my Discord kitten?”

“Ew, don’t ever say that again,” you mutter. Navigating your desktop, you start to update the game. “Give me fifteen. I have to update.”

“Really? Newbie.”

“Sorry I don’t play this game every second of my life. I haven’t played since I moved out of the last place.”

He hums, voice vibrating in your very nice headset. You turn him down a little bit, feeling just a little drunk from the rich timbre of his voice. “That was a… weird situation, huh?”

“A bit.”

“They play Apex that much too?”

“Not as much as you do.” He hums again. “Who do you main?”

“Loba.”

“Fine,” you answer as the program opens. “I’m playing Wraith.”

The game menu blares in your ears, making you squeak and reset all of your old settings. It feels weird to log on, pointedly ignoring the familiar username as you navigate your friends list to add Seokjin. He pops up and selects duos for you.

Your eyes nearly bug out of your head when you see his rank. “Diamond? Holy fuck do you touch grass?”

“Says you! You played enough that you hit Diamond in your first season too, nerd. It shows your historical stats. I didn’t know you had it in you.”

“Whatever. Ready up.”

Neither of you says anything as the system prepares to put you in a game. You look at his stats, raising your brows as you flip through. He’s historically hit the highest rank in the game, making you wonder why he’s dropped recently. He also has a ridiculous skin on his character, making you wonder how long he’s been playing.

Apex Legends is a first-person shooter game with a battle royale format. Similar to Fortnite, teams load into the game and pick up weapons and other materials to fight other teams the ring of combat gets smaller and smaller. With Seokjin’s selection of Loba guarantees that you’ll be able to stock weapons and ammo. With your selection of Wraith, you can get in and out of situations quickly and you’ll know when an enemy team focuses on you.

As the map loads, you can’t help but feel the tremor in your hand. Your leg bounces up and down as you wait, watching the dropship come into focus. You give Seokjin the power to drop your duo anywhere on the complex map. You almost expect him to launch immediately, but you’re impressed to see that he has enough patience to drop you a moderate distance on the map.

Which means fewer weapons, fewer shields, and fewer teams to kill. You frown as you navigate your character to land near utility boxes full of weapons. Does he think you need to take it slow? Or maybe he’s worried about giving you too many people to kill easily.

“Team to the north,” you comm, opening up boxes and selecting weapons, shields, and med packs. “What do you shoot?”

“Energy. Preferably the volt.”

“Volt here. Let me know if you see a flatline or sentinel.”

“You snipe with Wraith?”

“When she says someone’s aiming at me, yeah?”

He hums but does not comment the two of you use the map to navigate. You fall into a rhythm, using the controls feels sort of familiar. As you work your way toward the next ring, Seokjin startles you when he starts firing shots at a time looting that you miss. You flinch and whirl, but he’s already eliminated the pair.

“Two zero.”

“Whatever,” you growl, ignoring his smug voice.

Shooter, move your character in game commands. You dodge behind a box as an enemy team rattles off shots. Your heart pounds as you use a sniper to look in the direction of the shots, seeing the duo up on a tower. Lining up the scope, you click and hit a player.

“Knocked,” you call automatically. The second teammate makes a bad call and tries to get their knocked pair up. You line up the shot and click twice. “Knocked. Out.” You move your mouse and finish the other teammate. “Out.”

“Yeah, yeah, good comms whatever. We’re even.”

You grin. “Just trying to communicate to my teammate.”

He snorts. “Sure.”

For a few moments, the two of you navigate to a safe zone. When you see two teams clash, you don’t even think. Normally you’d wait for one team to finish off the other, but you’re in a competition with Seokjin, too. Suddenly, winning means more than just peace and silence.

“Knocked,” you call, sniping another player. “Out. Out. Knocked.”

“You motherfucker,” Jin hisses. “You’re supposed to - out - tell me when we’re going to push a team.”

“Hey, that was my kill!”

“You only knocked him!”

“Whatever. And I pushed them because I want to win.”

“I didn’t realize you were so good at this.” The two of you start looting the load out of the eliminated players. “You kept saying I don’t like Apex and here you are, really good at it.”

“Honestly, I used to like it.” Together, you traverse the map until you enter the next ring. Seokjin pauses to use Loba’s pop shop ability, a cache of weapons and materials in the local area showing up in front of you. As you sort through them, you continue, “But I used to play with my old roommate and I used to do it to impress them. As it turns out, being good at a video game does not a relationship make.”

“Hmm. Well if it makes you feel any better, I like you even without the Apex.”

“I meant I was trying to get them to like me romantically.”

“I know what you meant.”

You pause. Seokjin does not explain his statement, humming lightly as he picks up ammo and leaves the little shop running. He skips down the hill with his character, his happy little tune deep in your ear.

Nerves get the best of you in the next firefight with a team. You get knocked and screech into the headset, thinking that your chance to win is over. Seokjin, thankfully, takes pity on you and heals you after your near-death experience. But now he’s in the lead, and there are only five teams left.

I know what you meant.

The words sit heavy on you. While you are attracted to Seokjin you know it’s a bad idea. Roommates being anything more than roommates often brings other issues. You’d learned firsthand how poorly not defining a relationship could go. That was on you as an adult too but… you didn’t want something in between.

And you have no inclination of what he meant.

Seokjin wasn’t a very flirty person. Teasing you came easily enough, and he was always nice. He had been a little extra nice recently since you’d been spending more time together, but there wasn’t anything that would suggest he saw you as more than a roommate.

Two more people downed, and you were tied. The two of you were more into the game and less into the bet. Your interrupted sleep was long forgotten, and you leaned forward as you devised a plan, locking down a high tower where you could see enemy teams coming to escape the shrinking ring.

“Glad you got that stupid sentinel,” Seokjin mutters. “Who snipes with Wraith.”

“Shut up,” you shoot back, though you don’t really mean it. “Your second gun is a fucking wingman.”

“Because it’s like a one tap to the head!” An incoming team distracts him from arguing with you. “Over by that dino cage.”

“Got it,” you comm back. The second you shoot, you draw fire. “Oh my god do they have a Kraber?”

“Yeah, but they fucked the shot. You got this.”

Taking a breath - a little dramatic, you realize as you scope them - you take the shot. You tap one, but they have red armor. You curse, pissed you installed a fucking armor limitation, and duck behind the wall as the other team misses the shot with their kraber again.

“Best gun in the game and they can’t hit shots!” Seokjin laughs. “Imagine! Their buddy must be fuming.”

You scope again and tap the person again. “Knocked. Do we stand our ground or try and take them?” Another shot misses. “Can you keep a scope on that person you cracked and I can push? Other team is probably trying to wait it out.”

“If they see you?”

“Then you’re fucked but they’re not going to engage between two snipers. Maybe? I don’t know. Just do your thing.”

And you do your thing as Seokjin runs off toward the enemy team. They no longer have shots on their gun - which makes you roll your eyes, it’s the best gun on the map - and keep focused. Either they think you’re moving or they make a bad call - the healthy teammate tries to pick up their knocked ally and you take the shot.

“They’re both cracked.”

“Got it- AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH OTHER TEAM.”

His screech makes you slam your knee into the underside of your desk. No wonder he does this all the time, you think, realizing that the disrupting noise is a lot easier to make than you originally thought. “Let them take the kill then!”

“Fuck that I want to win!”

“Ew is this about the bet still? Now I want to win the game!”

“That’s what I’m talking about! Ye of little fAIIIIIITH!”

It’s hard not to giggle as he breaks off into yelling, entering a firefight while you try to provide cover and miss your shots. “Stop fucking portaling where I want to shoot!”

“Stop missing!”

“Knocked motherfucker!”

“Got it!”

Seokjin finishes the two teammates as the knocked enemies on the other team expire. Both of you scream over your headsets. You shoot to your feet as the victory screen flashes. You don’t even wait - you bolt toward the door, your wired-in headset ripping off your head and nearly yanking you back as you go.

The door is already open as he yells loudly, jumping up and down and grabbing you by the forearms, jumping around in circles with you. It’s stupid but it’s fun, and you can’t help but feel elated as he shakes you wildly, screaming, “Yaaaaaaaaaaaaah!”

His hands are warm on your biceps, gentle and squeezing you excitedly. And then between one breath and the next, he’s pulling you toward him, pressing his lips to yours.

A shock goes through you. You freeze for a moment, completely taken aback and unsure how to react. Seokjin realizes what he’s done and immediately backs away, running a hand through his hair and tugging at the strands as he says, “Shit - I am so sorry. That was wow - that was a line crossed without your consent and I’m so sorry.”

Heat floods you from head to toe. Your heart slams against your chest and you stare at him as he fumbles over an apology, his face red as you feel. Your mind can’t catch up as the warmth spreads from your face to the rest of you.

“I’m genuinely so sorry, I just got really excited and-”

“What did you mean earlier,” you cut him off. “When you were all I know what you meant. Look I… really don’t want to make this living situation weird.”

“Totally understand, I’m so sorry.”

You chew on your lip, looking at him. He looks earnest, eyes round and expression pleading. Your lips tingle where he kissed you, so quickly that you’ve already forgotten. Part of you wants to tell him to kiss you again. It was nice. And the flip in your stomach was… good.

But the part of you speaking now says, “I had fun gaming with you. Apology accepted. I am super tired though, so I’m going to go to bed okay?”

“Yeah. Listen, I am so sorry. That won’t happen again and I just - that was not cool of me at all.”

“It’s okay.”

“It wasn’t.”

You offer a smile, still nervous, fingers twitching. “I know you didn’t like, mean anything by it.”

He frowns. “Well I did but that’s my issue.”

Your heart is a stone skipping on the smooth surface of a pond. “What does that mean?”

“Look,” he sighs. “I don’t want to make things weird, alright? I harbor a bit of a crush on you and that was honestly absolutely not okay for me to just-” He gesticulates wildly with his hands. “It was an inconsiderate thing for me to do.”

A crush. Your breathing hitches and you rub sweaty palms against your pants, nodding. “It’s - we’re okay. We’re fine.”

Seokjin nods, nibbling on his bottom lip as he stares at you, red-faced and nervous. The silence turns awkward, your mind blanks and buzzes as you try to digest his words.

Crush crush crush crush.

“I’m gonna go to bed,” you announce abruptly, needing to escape the room to breathe for a moment. He nods, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly as you rush out. “Night!”

Behind locked doors in your room, you cover your face, feeling the way your cheeks are flushed. You do some deep breathing, trying to regulate your heart rate as your brain spins its tires on Seokjin’s words- confession.

He confused. That he has a crush.

For a few moments, you just lean over and pant, trying to think how you feel. Your stomach is a bundle of nervousness and your hands are a little shaky. But you’re not upset. In fact, you smile a bit, thinking of the way that Seokjin had turned shy and the way his lips had felt soft for that split second of a chance.

Straightening, you stare at the wall between your bedrooms. Seokjin is right there. Has been right there. And has admitted to liking you and is sweet and kind and fun to hang out with and-

It might be a bad decision. You’ve been down this road before. It ended up with you nursing feelings and deciding that feelings with roommates was a bad idea. But your last roommate didn’t have feelings for you like that. They liked the sex, but that was where the attraction ended.

So maybe -

You knock loudly on Seokjin’s door. There’s some shuffling on the other side and he opens it, brows furrowed and a little breathless. Before he can ask what you’re doing, you’re pushing past him and asking, “When you say you have a crush on me what do you mean? In the physical, only attracted to your appearance kind of way, or like the would date kind of way?”

“Well I am physically attracted to you,” he answers slowly, turning to look at you. “But I also like you. You’re funny and incredibly kind, and you’re easy to live with. I like the way that you make your hashbrowns a little extra crispy and crunchy, and I like that you think of me when you do things.”

“So you like me?”

“Yes, I think I… included that?”

You lick your lips, taking a shaky breath. “So you don’t want to just fuck me no strings attached?”

He blanches. “No. I don’t. Look I know I made you uncomfortable-”

“Kiss me.”

“What now?”

“Kiss me!”

There is a fleeting smile Seokjin gives you that later, you’ll think on with a fluttering heart and breathless laugh. But now, all you can think about is the gentle touch of his hands as they cradle your face and the delicate way his lips press against yours, pillow soft and sweet.

Seokjin smells like his body wash, the sage and juniper intoxicating as you wrap your arms around his neck. His skin is warm as you press your palms against his skin, his pulse throbbing underneath your thumb.

The kiss is chaste, just a firm press of lips and a surprised noise shared between the two of you. Tentatively, you pull away, eyelashes fluttering as you look up at him. Seokjin’s eyes are swimming pools of darkness framed by long lashes. He’s so beautiful, but up close he’s deadly, flecks of gold glittering in his irises.

“I just,” you whisper. “I don’t want it to be weird but I also… want.”

You don’t have to explain. Seokjin’s grin is easy, nodding. He gets it. He gets you. So he leans down again and pulls you in by the waist, fingers curling in the hem of your t-shirt as he tugs you toward him. The motion makes you gasp and he takes the chance to turn the kiss from sweet to carnal, tongue sweeping into your mouth.

Seokjin kisses you slowly, tongue curious and gentle. Your head spins as you kiss him and you can barely breathe, so full of him and thoughts of him and the taste of him that you grip him tight, desperate not to fall over.

The irritation from him waking you up is long forgotten as he tugs you closer. Your hips press against his, mouths sliding, a mix of gentle smacks, spit, and gasps for air. A buzz tingles through you as you nudge Seokjin toward his bed and he responds immediately, backing up and pulling you with him.

When the back of his legs hit the bed, he falls backward. The two of you become a tangled pile of limbs and kisses and giggles, but you find your place as you slot your knees on either side of his narrow waist, palms flat against his chest and the steady beating of his heart.

There are stars in his eyes when he looks up at you. For a second, you just look at one another, his hands rubbing up and down your thighs and his eyes locked on your face. His lips and face are rouge, hair messy. You grin and lean down, pressing your lips against him again.

Kissing Seokjin is invigorating. You can’t help but let little noises slip from your mouth. His fingers press into your thighs, dimpling the flesh as he groans, hips twitching upward for friction. The bulge through his sweatpants makes you squeak and you break the kiss, wiggling your hips down to press against his clothed cock.

“Ugh,” he moans, eyes fluttering shut and head pressing back into his mattress. “Don’t do that. I’m so fucking hard.”

“Do you want some help with that?”

His gaze softens and his thumbs slide back and forth on your thighs, caressing gently. “I want whatever you want. Nothing, everything, something. Whatever you’re comfortable with.”

“Well right now… I really want to suck you off.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Uh huh.”

Without breaking eye contact, you drop and slide your hand from where it presses against his chest downward. His abs twitch under your hand as you dance along his over-warm skin. His breathing has turned faint and breathy, body nearly trembling as you brush your fingers along the trail of hair leading into his sweatpants.

Watching him is hypnotizing. Seokjin’s lips part slightly as you slide your hand underneath the elastic, brows shooting up when you brush the sticky tip of his cock.

“No underwear?”

“They’re - nggg - restricting.”

His shaft is long and smooth, your fingers brushing along the underside, tracing a vein. You’re impressed by the sheer size of his dick, wondering if you’re going to manage to not choke, but the sound he lets you when you wrap your fingers around him and grip him tight erases the apprehension.

“You sound so good like that,” you breathe, giving a loose-fisted stroke toward the crown, beaded with precum. “Also you have a sizeable dick.”

“Sizeable, huh?” You brush your thumb over the tip, nail gliding over his leaking slit and he lets out a loud moan, making you grin. “Take it out and see how fucking sizeable it is, hmm?”

It’s hard to take him seriously with how ridiculous he sounds, but you slide down the bed, gently getting onto your knees. Using both hands, you tug at his sweatpants, looking up at him through fluttered lashes.

And… suddenly it’s not a joke anymore. Your mouth waters a bit at the side, his tip swollen and needy. His thick, and you know how good it would feel to just sink down on top of his length, filling up the throb that aches between your legs.

Pressing your palms firmly into his thighs, you lift yourself up, dipping low to run your tongue along the thick vein that runs up the bottom of his shaft. He lets out a sinful growl, hands fisting the sheet and gasping as you watch him struggle.

At the tip, you slid a hand up, gripping him firmly as you suckle the dark, swollen flesh into your mouth. His precum is salty on your tongue and you hum, eyes fixed on the rapid rise and fall of his chest and the blush blossoming from his neck to his pecs.

Seokjin is beautiful under the assault of your mouth.

Suckling gently, you watch his reaction as your tongue lazily circles around the sensitive tip of his cock. His hips wiggle back and forth but he never bucks up into your mouth, never thrusts deeper than you’re willing to go.

“Please,” he whispers and it comes out as an almost whine. “More.”

You give him more, gently sinking your mouth down on him. It’s a stretch but you manage, careful to mind your breathing as you bob gently, hollowing your cheeks for added suction. Expletive-laced moans drip from his mouth, his eyes squeeze shut as you continue to suck gently.

Drool runs out the sides of your mouth. You let it, the stickiness of your spit and his presume slicking down his cock helps you take more of him in his mouth. When his tip brushes the back of your throat, he nearly growls, fully writhing underneath you now.

Seeing him like this is addicting, worked up and sweating, and falling apart. What you can’t fit in your mouth you grip with your hand, mouth, and fingers stroking together in time to work him up. Your mouth buzzes around him in a self-satisfied hum.

Seokjin can’t help himself. His hands leave the sheets, one hand going to the back of your head, fingers pressed firmly. He doesn’t push or pull, his grip just firm and begging. The sound as you let him thrust a little is sinful and wet, the cough-choke of your throat accompanied by stilted curses.

Suddenly, he pulls you up. Cum-mixed spit dribbles down your chin, mouth feeling stretched and swollen as you look up at him. His sweats are around his ankles, abs and thighs flexing as he leans forward, urging you upward.

Your mouths meet in a heated smack of cum and spit and moans and teeth. Your mind is spinning as he cups your face fiercely, pulling you to your feet and up onto his naked waist. His hands pull at your shirt and you yank it fiercely, breaking your messy kiss just to toss it.

Seokjin’s hands are warm and starving for you and vicious as he pulls your bralette off, adding it to the messy pile in his room. Steady hands cup your breasts, his eyes glittering as he makes a noise. “Fuck,” he mutters. “Come here.”

You fall forward but his hands steady you, lifting his head to catch a nipple with his mouth. It sets you alight, electricity snapping to life from the motion. You moan, head thrown back, eyes rolling as he nipples lightly on your nipple.

“Fuck,” you squeak. The heat between your legs hurts, your cunting throbbing for him. “That feels so good.”

He hums, letting go of the hardened peak with a gentle scrape of his teeth, moving his mouth to lavish your other breast. His thumb brushes back and forth over the glossy peak, keeping it stimulated.

You tremble in his grip, seated in his lap as he places luscious sucks across your chest.

“You’re beautiful.” Seokjin’s words are mumbled in damp kisses against your collarbone. “You’re smart and sweet and generous and stunning.”

“You’re beautiful,” you answer. It feels stupid to say, but it’s the only thing you can come up with. Everything feels fuzzy and you’re drowning in the praise. “Why is your discord WorldWideHandsomJin?”

“Shut up.” He rolls the two of you over, a whirlwind of limbs and giggles. “Cause I wanted it to be, and it’s true.”

“It is,” you agreed, gasping as he slides his hand into your pajama shorts. His fingers brush over your damp panties, and he huffs a laugh when he feels how sticky wet you are. “More.”

He hums and applies more pressure, but it doesn’t relieve the ache. “No,” you whine, clawing his chest. “Please.”

“Because you said please.”

With a swift hand, he pulls your shorts and underwear down. You don’t have time to shiver at the cool air of his room hitting your pussy, his fingers brushing up and down. “God,” he groans, dropping his head against the side of your neck. “You’re soaked, baby.”

Pleasure sparks as he thumbs your clit in gentle circles. You feel arousal flood the pit of your stomach, cunt aching and leaking as he slides a finger up and down, applying pressure to your hole before gently sliding into your cunt.

It’s not enough. You get breathy all the same, the feel of his finger stroking your front wall making the world around you melt. Your limbs feel heavy and you shut your eyes, feeling the way he strokes your g-spot over and over again.

“Another,” you gasp, hips bucking upward. “Please, more.”

“Yeah?” he asks. “Greedy pussy needs more?”

His filth makes your mouth pop open. He complies, though, sliding in another finger and fucking into you properly. He lets you roll your hips upward, trying to ride his hand as you chase the feeling in your stomach.

It feels like you can’t get enough air, heat trapped between your bodies, static sticking to your skin. Seokjin feels like heaven and fucking hell, skin sticky where your bodies touch, thrumming with energy.

And it’s so much - almost too much. You want him closer, want to be fuller, want the snap of his hips. You dig your fingers into his biceps, mouth brushing against his, words mumbled between pressed lips, “Please.”

With a slick sound, he pulls his fingers from you. Immediately you miss the feeling, but you’re rewarded as he brings shine-slicked fingers up to his lips, sucking them into his mouth. He leers around his fingers, eyes dark.

“Yum,” he whispers, bending down and licking into your mouth, letting you taste yourself on his lips.

For a quick moment, he fumbles in his nightstand, pulling out a condom and breaking the foil with a soft crinkle. He’s painted a soft blue in the lights of his room, the changing colors making him a mirage of neons and soft colors, a haunting and stunning creature all at once.

Seokjin shuffles you carefully up the bed, peppering your skin with kisses as he goes. Reverent hands stretch your legs wide open for him as he slots himself against you, giving shallow thrusts so that his cock slides against your messy fold. You whine, needed more stimulation, needing to feel full to relieve the ache.

Grabbing the base of his cock, he strokes upwards again, letting his cockhead catch on your trembling hole. A stream of expletives falls from your lips as your head falls backward, your entire frame vibrating as he slowly slides in. You’re so wet that it helps, but the thick girth of him burns all the way until he is fully sheathed and your walls are fluttering around him.

“Shit, you’re fucking squeezing me.”

“Cause your cock is fucking big!”

“Am I supposed to apologize?”

“No, but please fuck me.”

You need the slide of his shaft against your walls, need to feel the way he hits so deep it’s like he’s in your fucking stomach. Seokjin starts a slow but purposeful pace, pulling all the way out before pushing back in, sliding his hands under your as to lift you slightly. The angle allows him to fuck your spot as he thrusts in, your limbs going slack as the feeling of an orgasm winds from just a few strokes.

Seokjin fucks you with purpose, stroking a little faster. Sweat beads on his chest, hair clinging to his forehead as he bites his bottom lip, stomach flexing. You watch him through half-lidded eyes, your fingers wrapped around his wrist where he holds you, practically pulling you onto his cock as he fucks you open.

It’s mind-numbing, everything else fading away as his room swirls in colors, punctuated by the snap of his hips against your wet ass and your high-pitched moans.

You wish you could be more of a participant, but the way he makes you feel has the room spinning. He fucks you down into the mattress, the slide of your skin against his sheets added friction. Your head hits a pillow, knocking it sideways, your hand trying to find a grip on anything. It finds the wall and you press against it, feeling the squeeze of your breath in your lungs and the coil in your stomach.

“That's it,” Seokjin urges, one hand leaving your ass to slip between your legs. He circles your clit and your eyes roll back in your head, the roaring feeling of your orgasm coming closer and closer. “Fuck your feel so fucking good - you look so fucking good just taking my cock like this.” He is the vision you think. Brow furrowed, lip tucked between his teeth, all tan, flushed skin and twitching muscles. You can't remember the last time you were fucked into mindlessness, no chance of cognitive thinking at your fingertips. The filth that leaves his mouth only sends you spiraling further, admiration-laced curses punctuated with moans.

You can only moan back in response, most of the sound stuck in your throat. You think you’re babbling now, mouth agape, eyes squeezed so shut that colors explode across your vision. He fucks you hard but at a medium pace, each thrust supported with his full weight, hitting so deep that you can’t breathe.

When you cum, it’s like a freight train hits you, the world going absolute white noise and numb. You lose yourself in the feeling, everywhere and nowhere all at once. You’re aware of the way your pussy pulses around his cock and through the buzz in your ears, you hear him curse, gasping your name as he cums just as hard.

You have no idea how long it takes for you to come back down. You barely feel your limbs, the tingle in them like when your foot falls asleep but far more pleasant. You roll your head over to find Seokjin breathing deeply, skin glowing with sweat. His eyes flutter open as you stare at him and he grins, tired but genuine. Your stomach leaps.

“I swear,” he mumbles. “Next time I will last way longer than that. But fuck.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever cum that hard,” you admit, voice hoarse. “I think that is why they call it le petite mort. Holy shit.”

He laughs and he pulls you in. With the shift of your limbs, you feel how sticky and wet your legs are, thighs pressed together in the mess. You make a face at the feeling, no longer finding it attractive now that you’re not actively fucking, but he kisses you and you immediately forget about it.

“By the way,” he mutters, voice deep. “I won the bet so you owe me a favor.”

You grit your teeth, realizing that he did win by a single kill. “Fine. What’s your favor?”

“Not much, just want to take you out somewhere nice. Buy you a beautiful dinner. Learn all of your embarrassing stories from middle school and if you had an emo phase.”

“Did you have an emo phase?”

“You’ll only find out if we go on a date.”

You smile. Your mouth hurts from the kissing and the stretch of his dick, but it doesn’t matter. You brush the sweaty hair from his face, his eyes fixed on your reaction. “Of course, I’ll go on a date with you.”

“Hmm. Good. Now come on, I wanna fuck you in the shower.”

“That I can agree with.”

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Beautiful Spouse’s Rewatch Thoughts SPN 06x09

Clap Your Hands if You Believe

“Maybe just go back into the truck?” “Uh huh” 🎶get in the car🎶

“I didn’t see that coming” “That’s some X-Files shit right there” “Oh, it’s a poke ball” “OH SHIT IT IS X-FILES” “This is so cheesy” “This isn’t how X-Files goes at all” laughed at Dean saying “fairies” “hmmm???” “oh shit” “HE got abducted and turned into a spirt thing?” “purty” “If the leaves were turning, wouldn’t the corn be, at least, dry? This is like md-summer corn” “nice” “I think the fourth one is a butt thing” “What the fuck” “Royalty free ringtone” “This is like mid-summer corn. It’s just sprouting” “We saw fall colors at one time. There’s leaves on the ground”

Laughed

‘HARSH MAN. HOLY SHIT”

Idk why that was funny” “It’s a butt thing” “What are they drinking? Ice tea?” slow clap

“What were they pulling on, Dean?” “Feeding the cats cheese is very distracting from watching the show” “Maybe you worry about your own little green guy, Sam” “Fkn internet man” “You should turn this screen into your Tumblr blog profile. Look at this shit” We went to littlegreenfriendsandfoes.com and it redirected to a eco mommy blog shop

Spouse is reading the blog page and is having a ball making fun of it

“There’s no icon for Video Player. He has two untitled documents on his desktop. The movie folder actually has content in it, I think. He really likes movies and videos” “It’s the fkn tooth fairy. Go shoot the tooth fairy. Go do it. It’s just tinker belle let’s go’ “Was he trying to look at her nipples? To be fair, I would too” “He just microwaved a fkn fairy. That’s awful man” “Is he incapable of saying the word fairy?” “What hotel room has this lighting?” “Why can’t he say fairy?” “He said it!” “Why are you laughing? I missed it” Rewinding

“I thought Sam didn’t have a soul so why would he care if Dean serviced the king? What a fkn prick” “What’s wrong with Sedona?” “What?” “Somebody raked leaves in the road for that shot” “His entire life he’s been trying to get Sam laid and now he’s…I guess I don’t give a shit. It’s Sam. Moving on” “Who put the smoke machine in the trash? I don’t think there’s power in the trash so how is it on” “Not going to lie - that knife looks pretty dull” “I wanna know how they made it look so shitty” “That reminds me of Honey I Shrunk the Kids. I don’t know man” “Why bring a knife? Just throw salt on the ground, right?” “That’s a weird thing to say” “Fergalicious” “I thought this guy was the other guy” “Was that their first go pro shot? Oh yeah Ghostfacers” “that didn’t age super well. Oh well” “oh my god” “Can Sam step on them if he can’t see them? Otherwise he’d end up murdering them ya know?” “He’s been to the ranch.” “little south of center but sure” “you know where his soul is? Then whispered “Ram Ranch” “He’s definitely got a way for getting into back doors” “Would his gel be sweated out by now?” “thats one hell of a weakness” “Why is the cooler in front of the car?” “Dick and Ass” “how what works?” “Why would his brain work better now?”

#beautifulspouserewatchesspn #supernatural rewatch #supernatural #supernatural s6

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malpal132 · 2 years

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chaos wheel round 4: theo x draco x hermione & caught wanking. ~1,000 words written in ~60 mins 💀 enjoy these bachelorette au shenanigans.

Hermione would like to see a study—an actual, peer-reviewed study—on how many women would be slowly driven to hysteria if they had to endure fifteen men massaging her.

One at a time.

While the rest looked on.

With no release.

There’s only so many times she can be rubbed down with warm oil before she loses her mind.

If the footage from this wasn’t going to be broadcast on a family-friendly network, she’d rub her thighs together for some relief. As it is, this Bachelorette didn’t come on the show to cause a scandal. Not for love, either. Which is good, because the first thing a producer did was take her to the side and point to a picture of a man with black hair and a cheesy lightning tattoo on his neck and say, “This is who you’ll pick. Budge up and I’ll show you the rest of your top four.”

She knows it’s fake. Hermione can’t even remember the name of the lanky red-head whose thumbs are digging into her trapezius muscle without mercy. Nicknames are the only way to survive in this environment, so once Red’s turn is over, she tilts her face to the side to see who’s replacing him.

Ah, Yachty Jack Frost.

Hair dyed that trendy colour of so-blonde-it’s-grey to match his eyes, slim but solidly-built, and the insufferable ability to namedrop at the slightest provocation, he looks like the word “lacrosse.” No doubt his soundbites will catapult him straight to one of the franchise’s auxiliary shows.

“That’s not my neck,” she gasps when she feels cool hands to contrast the hot skin of her inner thighs. Furtive whispering and indignation sparks between the men standing off to the side, each one clumsily toeing the line of trying to figure out what “likable” outrage might look like on their handsome faces.

“Oh, is that where I was supposed to put these?” Yachty says, stroking his thumbs high enough to graze her ass cheeks under the towel. His brazen attitude sends a bolt of heat straight to her center. “You’re too polite to ask for it, but I think you’d rather have me work my magic elsewhere.”

Acutely aware of the blinking red microphone light below her mouth, Hermione takes great pains to keep her breathing steady. Directly on the floor is a teleprompter that shows the name of her current masseuse.

“Draco,” she moans in shock when the tips of his thumbs brush against her actual cunt. She’d meant to sound cross but that would require an ability to think past the abrupt awareness of how wet she is when he deliberately blows cool air between her legs.

Worked up enough to nearly forget herself, Hermione turns her head to the side.

“Pansy,” she barks to her producer, wrapping the towel around her torso as she sits up. “Bathroom break.”

Severely put-out, Pansy yanks her headphones off and yells, “Cut!”

Before Hermione can push her way through the line of men glowering at the rake behind her, dark green stiletto nails wrap around her bicep and lead her in the opposite direction.

“If you’re going to ruin my shot then you’ll do a quick interview as penance,” Pansy grouses, plopping Hermione into a maroon corduroy papasan chair.

When a producer asks for her thoughts on Draco’s bold approach, a very small part of her looks on in horror when an honest-to-god giggle escapes her.

By the time she makes it to her deserted hair and makeup trailer, the towel rubbing against her nipples is almost distracting enough for her not to notice the muffled moan that comes from inside. Fingers wrapped around the knob, she glances around to see everyone on set scrambling to make the most of the outrage Draco had provoked with personal interviews.

She slips inside.

“Oh, fuck, Theo,” Draco groans, leaning against the wall next to Baby Grinch Eyelashes—Theo—as their forearms cross to work each other’s cocks. “Do that again. Twist at the top.”

Hermione’s mouth drops open, watching Draco throw his head back as Theo grinds into Draco’s fist with singular concentration.

Both of them are horrendously attractive and completely unabashed when they hear the door click shut behind her.

“Ah,” Theo says, watching her from wickedly half-lidded eyes. “So she’s human, after all. When Draco mentioned how soaked you were, I thought he was lying.”

It’s difficult to connect the dots between what he’s saying and the fact that her feet are already moving closer to the both of them. Is she into this? Are they even into her?

“God, she kept moving her legs farther apart,” Draco says, punching his hips forward in a particularly vicious thrust as he meets Hermione’s eyes and follows them down. The tip of his cock glistens with moisture before it’s swallowed again by Theo’s fist. “Would’ve buried my face in your cunt if you hadn’t stopped production.”

Right. Okay, then.

Hermione’s vibrator died on her third night here and every day since has been torture. It makes her decision easy.

“Can I...?”

Draco yanks her to his side and plants a searing kiss against her lips. She has the vague sensation of her towel slipping against her sensitive skin, the firmness of Draco’s chest hardening her nipples. How is it that he can kiss her like he’s not simultaneously giving and receiving pleasure? His tongue splits the seam of her lips like a letter opener and she’s greedy for it, letting him fuck her mouth with distressing competence.

Two hands thread their way into her curls as Draco tugs her hair back to expose her neck. His hot breath hits her throat as he kisses his way to her collarbone and Theo shifts her hips to face him, wedging his thigh between hers and encouraging her to ride it. She rocks back and forth, the ache in her cunt sharpening enough to make her whimper.

“So Hermione,” Theo pants, his hips rocking slightly into her as he continues to work Draco’s cock. “Give me a hint. Am I in the top three?”

Hermione laughs, rolling her hips against him. “That depends entirely on your work ethic.”

It didn’t, actually. Theo, with his bright blue eyes and Timothee-Chalamet-but-on-protein-shakes build, was guaranteed to be a fan favorite. He’d already been hand-picked to be the next Bachelor but Pansy would gut her if she told him before the network decided for sure.

Theo winks, leaning forward to kiss her. “Then it’s in the bag,” he says against her lips.

“And me, Granger?” Draco asks before he licks a stripe across her nipple, then blows. It stiffens painfully. “Do you think I’m here for the right reasons?”

Hermione scoffs, grinning. She knows for a fact he’s here to gain enough followers on social media before he launches his own microbrewery. Several of the contestants have informed her, expecting her to send him home.

She hadn’t for two reasons.

First, he has to make it to the final four, according to Pansy. Keeping a pot-stirrer in the mix is good for views. Secondly, she wasn’t here for love, either. Being the Bachelorette will give her enough money and exposure to accept more pro-bono cases as a defense attorney and this is technically a paid-for vacation. Who was she to judge?

“If those reasons include shit-talking and making me come, then yes. I believe so,” she says.

Draco smirks, grey eyes glinting with mischief. The back of his fingernail gently glides over her nipple and Hermione cries out.

“Come on,” he says, standing up straight and tugging the both of them after him to the couch. “You can sit on Theo’s cock while I earn my keep.”

Theo leans back on the couch with his arms spread out wide.

“Reverse cowgirl, Hermione. My favorite,” he says, hands guiding her hips as she sinks down his length.

Both of them hiss at how easy it is.

Draco gets to his knees, his hands anchors for Hermione’s feet as he watches her slowly raise and lower herself on Theo’s cock.

“Fuck, Theo. If you could see how stuffed full she is—”

“I can fucking feel it,” Theo grunts, his fingertips digging into her hips.

“You want my cock to fill you up next?” Draco asks Theo, pressing a surprisingly tender kiss to his knee as he reaches to rub Hermione’s clitoral hood with two fingers.

Theo bucks under her in response.

“God, please,” he says hoarsely. Theo’s hips roll slowly, and between that and Draco’s clever fingers, Hermione could actually combust.

“That’s it,” Draco coaxes, leaning forward. His tongue slips through her folds, moving up and down with her as she fucks herself on Theo’s cock. “Show me how good you can fuck her, Theo.”

“Shit!” Hermione’s entire body shudders as her orgasm blindsides her. She throws her head back on Theo’s shoulder, tightening around him as he licks from her neck to her ear.

Draco’s tongue never stops, and he groans as he spills into his fist.

“Your fucking tongue, Draco,” Theo grinds out, losing his patience. Lifting Hermione a bit, he thrusts into her hard, over and over again.

“Ah, Theo!”

Draco replaces his tongue with his fingers and once more, Hermione unravels. Theo follows her down, gasping against her neck as he comes inside her.

“Hermione?”

Chests heaving, all three of them freeze at the sound of her name being called.

“Did she fall into the fucking toilet? Jesus Christ,” Pansy says from outside the trailer, aggravated enough that her slightly British accent bleeds through.

The door swings open.

#wheel of doom #dreomione #caught wanking #bachelorette au

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johnsamericano · 3 years

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ѕυн נσнииу

23 days of NCT masterlist.

warnings: tooth-rotting shit, Johnny is a dick at the beggining, inexperienced reader, fem masturbation, it's kinda bad but I hope you enjoy.

taglist: @notbeforelong @curieouscapt @whathamelon @unknown5tar

“I’m going out with my friends tonight, don’t wait up for me.” He commented while slipping his black, leather shoes on.

“Drive carefully .” You answered as you popped a cup of instant ramen inside the microwave.

“Yeah.” You took a deep breath after the door closed behind him. Freedom finally.

You turned on the Tv, setting the volume louder than usual. Johnny didn’t like noise, to be honest, he probably didn’t even like you. He had so many house rules, you couldn’t even breathe without getting scolded by him. Not even three months had passed since your wedding and you already felt like you were in some sort of military camp.

“God, it smells so nice.” You murmured, pulling out the hot cup from the microwave and dumping the content in a bowl.

You ate on the sofa, another thing that Johnny hated, while watching your favorite series, enjoying your time alone. If it wasn’t for your parents, you would’ve never agreed to marry him, but they sounded so excited with the idea that you couldn’t refuse them, it wasn’t like you had a line of men waiting for you anyways.

You decided to have a little dessert, a mug cake, to be specific. You decided to make one for Johnny as well, the memories of you as kids eating all sorts of candies coming back to you as to mixed all the ingredients together. What happened to him during high school? All you knew was that he studied abroad and came back like a completely different man. He wasn’t your Johnny anymore. Of course, you were sad at first, but your sadness soon turned into anger as his attitude towards you got worse.

“Get lost.” Or “You’re so annoying.” Were some of the things you’d often hear.

You stopped trying after a semester, and it was quite healing to be honest. But then your parents had to bring him back to your life, and in the worst way possible. Nevertheless, they seemed happy, knowing that someone nice was living with you. Of course, they didn’t know the new Johnny.

After eating up all your food, you washed the dishes and laid down on the couch, your eyelids slowly closing as you drifted away. It wasn’t until a couple of hours later when a pair of arms woke you.

“Huh?” You opened your eyes a bit disoriented.

Johnny held you between his arms, carrying you towards your shared bedroom, which he almost never used.

“Go back to sleep, I got you.” He tucked you in with delicate movements. You could sense alcohol in his breath, but he wasn’t acting drunk at all. “Close your eyes.” He murmured as he felt your gaze over him.

“If alcohol was all it took for you to be nice, I would’ve poured some whiskey on your morning coffee every day.” He couldn’t help but chuckle at your remarks.

“I’ve been a bit rude to you, haven’t I?” He kneeled down in front of the bed, his thumb tracing the shape of your eyebrow. Now you were certain he was drunk. “I’m sorry, I still don’t know how to act around you.”

“What do you mean?”

“Ever since you rejected me-”

“I’m sorry, what?” You frowned.

“You know, the letter I sent you when I was abroad...” He tried helping you remember, things getting clearer for him at your lack of response. “You didn’t get it, did you?” You shook your head. “Shit.”

“So you’ve been an ass to me for a letter I didn’t even get? Way to go, Suh.” Anger started boiling at the bottom of your stomach, sleepiness abandoning your system. “God, I wanna hit you so bad right now.”

“Please, do so.” He felt like a piece of garbage, having treated the girl he loved like his worst enemy for a misunderstanding. “But, hypothetically, if you had gotten that letter...what would’ve been your answer?” He fidgeted with the bedsheets, feeling your legs shift under them.

“I don’t know, what did it say?”

“I’m not gonna tell you what a lame 14 year old wrote to his crush.” He scoffed. “It was just a love confession, quite cheesy if you ask me.”

“If I had gotten that letter...” You cupped his soft cheeks, they were burning, probably because of the drinks he’d had, or maybe because of your touch. “I would’ve begged my parents to let me take a flight to see you, so I could answer to your confession in person.” His heart stopped, the answer he’d longed for so many years was finally about to slip from your mouth. “I did like you, John. But then you abruptly changed, and you hurt me so much during this past years.” Your words sounded unforgiving, and yet, you had the softest look on your moonlit face. “But I’m willing to let that go if you tell me what you’re feeling right now.”

He didn’t hesitate to pull your face closer to his, your noses slightly touching.

“I’m so glad you agreed to marry me, that way I get to spend the rest of my life with the woman I’ve loved for so many years. Only if you want that too, of course.”

“Will rude Johnny be back tomorrow morning?” You asked, your eyebrows knitted together.

“Rude Johnny’s dead.” His sweet smile encouraged you to finally shorten the distance between your lips. It was your very first real kiss as a couple.

Your lips fitted perfectly together, like two puzzle pieces. He was the first to make a move, placing his hand on the back of your neck to pull you closer as he climbed on top of your body. The kiss started getting heated, his tongue freely exploring your mouth as his hands got playful, softly kneading your breast.

The palms of your hands touched his well built pecs, a small gasp escaping your mouth as you realized how strong he really was. He was definitely not the skinny teenager you were in love with.

“What is it, baby?” He smiled, his cheeks turning slightly pink, your wide eyes looking attentively at him.

“Did you eat teenage Johnny or something?” He laughed, the prettiest and most genuine laugh you’d ever heard from him.

“No, but there’s someone else I’m surely gonna eat out tonight.” You smack his chest, a high pitched whine coming out from his mouth. “What was that for?”

“Don’t talk like that...it’s my first time.” He’d already guessed it by the fact that you’d never had a boyfriend or a proper date, but it was still shocking to hear it from your own mouth.

“Then I guess I’ll have to be gentle.” His long fingers started undoing the buttons of his dress shirt right in front of your inexperienced eyes, cockily smirking at the way you’d unconsciously bite your lower lip. “Can I ask something?” You nodded, eyes still glued to his half naked chest. “The day of our wedding...was that your first kiss?” You remembered the lame peck you received as soon as the officiant declared you husband and wife.

“Sadly.” He felt as if a hundred needles were stabbing his lovesick heart.

“I’m sorry.” He apologized, kissing your soft lips over and over again. “I stole your first kiss.”

“Then make up for it.” You raised your hips, your sensitive core meeting with his bulge and stealing a gasp from both of you.

His hungry lips attached to your neck, sucking several purple marks on it as your hands quickly worked through the remaining buttons of his shirt, helping him slide it down his arms. Even with the lack of light in your room, you could see his torso perfectly, the way his biceps would twitch as his hands slipped inside your shirt, thumbs caressing the soft skin of your tummy.

“Johnny.” You moaned, his hands moving upwards to play with your hard nipples.

“Turn on the light on the nightstand, I want to see you.” He murmured beside your ear, kissing the shell of it as you extended your arm to do as he said.

You blinked repeatedly, trying to adjust to the new illumination. Johnny looked even more ethereal under the dim, yellow light.

“Why have you got to be so damn perfect?” Your fingers traced his well-defined abs, mesmerized by the shape of them. While you were distracted drooling over his body, he took the chance to lift your shirt just above your round boobs, moaning at the sight of the two, beautiful mounds. Reality stroke you as you felt your nipples harden from the cold air. “Don’t look at me like that.” You avoided his eyes, your body growing hotter under his intense gaze.

“How do you expect me to look at the woman I love?” You turned to your side, shirt still lifted.

“Stop it.” Johnny loved how shy you’d always been around him, specially whenever he complimented you.

“No.” He pecked your cheek, hands going down to remove your shorts, stopping right before lowering the waistband. “Are you really okay with this?” You nodded, still refusing to look at him.

“Are you?”

“What a silly question, of course I am.” Without any further delay, he pulled both of the pieces covering your lower half down. You pressed your legs together, trying to hide your wet center. “Why are you hiding yourself from me, baby?” He mocked, hands caressing your round ass.

“I’ve never been naked in front of anyone.” He was quick to dispose his remaining clothes, wanting to make you feel more comfortable.

“Look at me.” His big hand was holding the side of your head as you turned back to him, trying your best not to look down at his manhood. “Open your legs for me.” As he was the experienced one, you decided to let him take the lead, slowly revealing yourself to him. “Good girl.” His praises only sent electric shocks right into your core.

“Are you gonna put it inside now?” Adorable, Johnny thought, using his finger pads to tease your inner thighs.

“No, I need to prepare you first. Otherwise, it might hurt.” He’d done it thousands of times, but it somehow felt different with you, as if he had to be extra careful to make sure you had the most pleasurable experience, even if it meant having to endure the stinging pain between his legs for a while longer.

He first used his middle finger to run it up and down your slit, satisfied at how wet you were for him. He talked you through every single one of his movements, making sure you were comfortable with everything he was doing.

“Johnny.” You whined, three fingers pumping in and out of your entrance. It was definitely different than when you did it by yourself, his digits reached deeper, delivering a new kind of pleasure. “I need you.”

He hummed, pulling out his fingers to grab the base of his dick. He ran the tip over your slit, your hips slightly bucking at the contact.

“Tell me when it stops hurting.” He was only halfway in when you asked him for a break, already feeling overwhelmingly full. “Don’t worry, take your time.” He said despite feeling the urgent need to move.

It took you a few minutes to recover, letting him bottom out. The pain was bearable after that first break, so you almost immediately asked him to move. Johnny started off slowly, both of his hands beside your head as he rolled his hips against yours.

“Does it feel good?” He didn’t even need a verbal answer, your facial expressions were more than enough to let him know just how good he was making you feel. “I’m not gonna last long.”

“Me neither.” You held onto his biceps, the knot on your tummy becoming tighter as he picked up the pace.

He lowered his face to connect your lips, both of you moaning into each other’s mouth as you reached your high, bare chests touching each other while you tried to slow your heartbeat.

“I wish this would’ve been out wedding night.” He kissed your collarbone, pulling out to plop down beside you. “Again, I’m really sorry.”

“Let it go already, John.” You hugged his naked body against yours, letting his hand play with your hair. “As long as you’re like this from now on, we’ll be alright.”

You didn’t even notice when your eyes started closing again, falling asleep beside your now loving husband. The next morning you panicked as he wasn’t by your side anymore. Had it been a dream?

“Good morning, sunshine.” Johnny suddenly came through the door, a tray with food between his hands. “You must be hungry after last night.” He left it on top of your legs, smiling naturally as if this was your everyday routine.

It was definitely gonna take time to adjust to this Johnny.

“Heart shaped sandwiches? That’s so corny, Suh.” You laughed, staring at your food with sparkly eyes.

“Hey! That took me two hours to make.” He went to the bathroom and returned with a hairbrush. “Your hair’s a mess, let me fix it while you eat.” He sat down behind you, slowly going through your hair as you stuffed your face with food.

“Does this mean I’m not gonna have to add whiskey to your morning coffee?” He chuckled behind you, pressing his lips to the back of your neck.

“That won’t be necessary.” He tied your hair up in a not-so-messy bun, lacing his arms and legs around your waist once he was done. “You look cute on my shirt.” You hadn’t even noticed. Probably he’d cleaned you up and dressed you right after you fell asleep.

“I look cute in everything.”

“Yes you do.” More kisses. “Now hurry up, we’re going out today.”

“Where to?”

“I’m taking you out on our very first date.”

#nct smut #nct angst #nct fluff #nct au #nct imagines #nct ot21 #nct x reader #nct #nct 127 #nct scenarios

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sin-of-jess · 3 years

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Kirishima-Sero-Kaminari foursome

Type: Smut

All characters are aged up to at least 21!

The microwave dings and I pull the scorching hot bag of popcorn out, carefully opening the bag and adding its contents to the big bowl. It took three bags to fill the large plastic bowl, but it would be plenty for the four heroes as they settled down in the living room.

Kaminari was dumping the last of the chocolate candy into a smaller version of the popcorn bowl, Sero coming from the back of his apartment with arms full of throw blankets and pillows while Kirishima fumbled with the remote.

Since I was on popcorn patrol I sat in the very middle of the single couch, legs crossed and a blanket placed in my lap before the warm bowl. Sero sat to my left and Kirishima to my right, Kaminari plopping down in the nest of pillows in front of the three. Along with a single couch was a chair in the living room, but the chair sat a ways away from the couch, so Kaminari made due.

Low rated movies were a guilty pleasure of Sero and Kaminari, who had watched them as young teenagers. As I grew closer with the pair I had been invited to join, and this will be a dozen times since I've joined in. This was the first time for Kirishima, so they had let the red-headed man pick the cheesy flick of the night.

The movie chosen was a monster film, and after turning out all the lights and locking the doors, the group settled down. The movie was at least 40 years old and had your standard family at the center of the film. As the foundation of the film plays out, everyone begins joking at the bad acting as they munched on the snacks.

The popcorn was already a third gone, and my back began to ache at the straight angle I had kept it thus far. Shifting my legs so they were sitting on Sero, I adjust my upper body until my shoulder brushes with Kirishima's. He doesn't say anything, only glances down before his eyes go back to the darkening scene on tv.

Sero shifted his body, moving my legs so they sat comfortably on him, something we've done many times before. The monster favored the darkness, and it was nearly pitch black in the room as the fictional family on tv suffered from a blown breaker.

The scene was intended to be intense, but the group snickered as the crudely made black mass of a 'monster' moved across the window in the back of the shot. "It looks like someone with black bedsheets over their head," Jokes Kaminari as he turns and attempts to toss a piece of chocolate candy into Kirishima's opened mouth.

The candy misses and lands on my arm, and as I pop it into my mouth the lights flash on, and the mother on tv shrieks. "My heart is pounding," Sero comment's with absolutely no emotion.

As the movie goes on my body eases its way down until I'm perched up against Kirishima, who glances down at me every so often. "You okay?" I ask him.

He tenses for a moment, "Y-yeah." He whispers back, shifting his arm so it was draped over the couch behind us. The family in the movie settles down for the night, and that's when the scene turns steamy. The older couple went from discussing the weird happenings of the neighborhood to the woman topless and the man licking all over her chest.

"Errr..." Kirishima mumbles awkwardly as the scene unfolds.

The pair on tv waste no time in the act of sex. loud breathy moans filling the room along with the chuckle of Kaminari, "These movies are always rated this high up cause of sex."

As the man finishes and the scene changes, Kirishima grumbles out an "I thought it was because of the scary stuff."

It took a while for Kirishima's blush to lessen, but by the time the man had finally relaxed, another woman was topless. There was a young and gorgeous woman who was going skinny dipping in the river behind the wooded neighborhood. It was twilight as the woman slowly crept into the water, her nipples grew hard and so did something else.

Sero had chosen to wear sweatpants, just like the other guys. I was wearing comfy shorts, and my bare skin could feel the bump as his cock jumped to life at the sight. The scene was changing between the naked woman, the older son of the family peeping on her, and the shadowy monster hiding in the treeline.

"Just a group of perv's" Kaminari comments as he reaches back to grab some popcorn.

"Like you wouldn't be out there looking too." I retort as I let my leg slide across the thickening dick beside me. My eyes flicker over to Sero, who's eyes are already on me. I grin at him deviously as I rub a bit firmer, shifting around as if I was getting comfy as I glide my foot down his length.

The others don't notice the teasing, and Kirishima and Kaminari both cringe at the death of the naked woman. As the son rushes home to tell his family, Kaminari snorts, "How do you explain why you were looking."

"Why was she even getting naked there in the first place?" I comment back, to which they all agree. There's a blanket over Sero's lap, but the slow rubbing of my foot on his cock was barely noticeable in the dark room.

The parents dismiss the upset son, sending him to bed as the four of us laugh, "A murder you say?" Kaminari says in a mocking voice.

"Nah you're eyes are playing tricks go to sleep!" Kirishima continues in a similar mocking voice. Sero hadn't joined in on the jokes, his mind elsewhere as I continue to tease him.

I adjust again, my head resting on Kirishima's stomach and the popcorn bowl on the floor beside Kaminari. The parents in the movie are in the kitchen now, and as they come together in a heated kiss, the monster moves outside the window.

"Oh god, here we go again." Kaminari jokes as the two once again start fooling around again. I hadn't realized Kirishima had caught on to what I was doing to Sero, who was too focused on pretending to be into the movie to notice Kirishima. I can see the dark grey sweatpants shift a little in front of me, and he awkwardly coughs as he attempts to pull the blanket higher up to cover his growing arousal.

I was already feeling a bit warm with all the teasing I had been doing to Sero, and I wondered just how Kirishima would react if I did the same. I pull my blanket up so it's covering my entire upper body, but I slip my hand from under mine and into Kirishima's.

his throat hitches but I don't stop as my hand reaches the barely hardened dick. At first, I don't move my hand, wondering if he'll do anything to stop me. When he doesn't I give the slightest squeeze, his cock twitching in return. I grow more brazen as I slowly rub my hand along his length, his cock quick to grow at the treatment given.

I've stopped moving my leg against Sero, but his cock stays hard as I work Kirishima up. The first person to speak out loud about it all was Kaminari, who had finally noticed all the rubbing going on behind him.

At first, the two guys are embarrassed as Kaminari's head whips from one to the other. Maybe it was the oversexualized movie, maybe it was because it was three strong and attractive hero's; either way, I let my body take over as I lean forward and kiss Kaminari.

As expected, Kaminari kisses back as he turns his body to face me more. Sero, his shame lessening due to Kaminari's response to my kiss, had begun to rub his hand up and down my leg from over the covers. Kirishima's dick had softened a bit at being caught, but all I had to do was place my hand back on it for him to harden fully again.

I pull my lips away, and at that moment Kirishima speaks, "S-so... are we doing this?"

I sit up and give him a kind but serious look, "Only if you want to Kiri."

The redness of his cheeks quickly travels to the rest of his face as he awkwardly rubs his neck and avoids eye contact, "I mean, yeah."

At that, I move to straddle him, Kaminari wasting no time in groping my ass as I kiss Kirishima. He seems to not know what to do with his hands, so I grab them and place them at my hips. Sero moves over to where I once sat, and I blindly move my hand until I find his cock to rub on.

Sero grabs the hem of my shirt, pulling it off and exposing my lack of bra. As I continue to kiss Kirishima, Sero and Kaminari work together to pull both my shorts and underwear off. With my core now exposed, Kaminari slides his finger up and down my wet slit. I moan into Kirishima's mouth, pushing my hips toward's Kaminari's fingers.

Blindly I tug at Sero's sweatpants, exposing his cock so that I can properly pump it with my hand. The hand on my pussy has me to the point I'm quivering, and I pull away from Kirishima and use my free hand to try and pull his sweats down.

With his help his cock springs free, and I want to drool at the size of it. He's not quite as big as Sero, but Sero was way above average(That man screams big dick energy to me). I adjust my hips and slowly drop-down, a shameless groan escaping my throat at the action.

Kaminari uses one hand to spread my asscheek, his fingers wet from my juices as he circles my tight hole, "What about here, Y/N?"

I pause, only having a few fingers there before. When I look over my shoulder, Kaminari is stroking his average cock and looking at me with near puppy dog eyes. "Do you have anything we can use for lube?"

He grins and nods, rushing off to his room. In the short moment, he's gone, I keep my eye for Kaminari but slowly slide up and down Kiri's thick cock.

He returns, his speed making his cock bounce around as he holds up a big bottle of lube. "Of course you've got something." Sero comments.

Kaminari only grins impishly as he opens the top and squirts some of the product on his fingers. At first, he rubs the cold and slimy gel around my hole, but once he glides the first finger in I begin to move on the patient Kirishima's dick.

Once he's able to slide a third finger in, he holds them there and squirts the lube on his cock, rubbing it to coat him properly. I still so that he can position himself properly, and I let out a loud gasp as the head pops in.

It's not painful thanks to proper lubrication, but I feel grateful when Sero distracts me by rubbing my chest and nipples for stimulation. Kirishima joins in, his hand slipping between us as he fumbles to find my clit, rubbing it the moment he finds it.

I put my head on Kirishima's shoulder closest to Sero, my right breast still exposed and giving just enough room for Sero to move and pluck the hardened bud into his mouth. I moan as his tongue swirls around, Kaminari slowly but steadily filling my ass with his rod. He lets out a groan when he bottoms out, and slowly pulls out until only the tip is still inside.

"Eijiro... please, fuck me." I moan, unable to do it myself with Kaminari anchoring me. His ears turn red at the brazen statement, but his hands move to my thighs as he begins to pump up into me.

I've never felt this full in my life, and the moment the two match their pace an orgasm hits me out of nowhere. My entire body shakes as I wail out, clinging onto Kirishima's shoulders.

When the orgasm passes I look to Sero, "Can you-" Kirishima hit's just the right spot, another moan coming out, "Can you sit up here?" I ask as I touch the top of the couch behind him. He does so and I shift my body awkwardly so that I can place his cock in my mouth as well.

There's no way to describe what it's like to have all three of your holes filled with cock, but the dirty pleasure was enough to rip another orgasm out of me within minutes of the first one. A mantra of "Fuck!" muffles out of my cock filled mouth, and Sero begins to stroke my hair as he watches me take him.

Kaminari becomes vocal behind me, a repeated: "Ah, ah, ah!" Coming from him before he suddenly stills, a warmth filling me as I swear I feel his cock twitch. Kirishima's eyes are focused on where our two bodies meet, his thrusting not slowing when Kaminari's did. about 20 strokes from Kirishima later, Kaminari begins to groan as he lets the movement from my body being thrust pleasure him.

I pull Sero's cock from my mouth and use his thighs to balance myself as I look over my shoulder, "Denk- aaahhh! A-are you still hard?" The blonde man only grins impishly as he jerks his cock, his cum oozing out from around his cock. I go back to sucking on Sero's dick, and the dirtiness of having cum drip out of my stretched asshole and down onto the back of my thighs eggs me on.

I try and take his cock deeper down my throat, my constant moaning vibrating onto his cock. When my body screams for air I pull away, taking a loud gulp of air before my moans of pleasure begin. I use one hand to pump him, spit and tears wetting my red face. Sero uses his hand to wipe the tears from my face before gently gripping my chin and guiding his dick back into my swollen and red lips.

Kirishima's breathe increases as his hips turn erratic, a few thrusts later and he barely pulls out before rope after rope of cum spurt onto his stomach. I could tell he was coming down from his orgasm high, so I coax Sero to sit properly on the couch. I slowly maneuvered myself to where I'm now straddling Sero, Kirishima getting up and making his way to the bathroom.

Sero sheathes himself inside me before the bathroom door closes, and he wastes no time in matching Kaminari's fast pace. Unable to do anything else, I drop my head onto his shoulder and moan like a whore. Kaminari has a firm grip on my hips as he piledrives into my beaten up asshole, Sero having one hand wrapped in my hair as he starts kissing and biting my neck. Another orgasm hits me, this time my moans turning into screams as I see spots.

Kaminari grunts and again stills, pumping a second load into my ass. 10 strokes later and Sero follows suit, filling my cunt up with his thick seed. Kaminari pulls out and slaps me on the ass before walking over to the bathroom, knocking on it to let Kirishima know he needs in.

My body goes limp and Sero takes to stroking my back gently with his fingertips as his cock, which is still deep inside me, slowly softens down.

Once the two come from the bathroom, there's a clear air of awkwardness that can only come from a situation like this. "I uh, I need to shower." I sheepishly admit, and I feel grateful as the kind Sero helps walk me into the bathroom.

#kirishima x reader #kaminari x reader #sero x reader #mha x reader #mha smut #kirishima smut #kaminari smut #sero smut

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frostedfaves · 3 years

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Holiday Spirit

Masterlist

Pairing: dom!Wanda Maximoff x sub!fem!reader

Summary: Wanda decides to make an ordinary day in December very special for you.

Warnings: smut 18+ ONLY (daddy kink sorry top followers, dirty talk, choking, spanking, oral, penetration, sex toy use)

A/N: there are like...two seconds of plot in this lmao. also I didn’t edit this because I just finished and wanted to post it before I got busy again. so if you see any mistakes, no you don’t

For the first Saturday in a very long time, you and Wanda were playing the role of a ‘normal couple’.

There were no missions for her to be whisked away on, and you were off work for the next few days. You were tucked away within the soundproof walls of your apartment under a blanket on the couch, far away from the nosy eyes and ears of Wanda’s superhero family. Lit candles scented the air with vanilla that blended with the aroma of the cookies Wanda baked earlier, and the gentle snowflakes that passed the windows behind the Christmas movie on the television only further set the scene.

“Can you pass me another cookie, baby?” Wanda chuckled when you held it to her lips without breaking away from the screen, taking it from you with the hand that wasn’t holding onto your hip. “Thank you.”

She kissed your head lightly before turning her own, not wanting to drop any stray crumbs into your hair. If there was one thing she loved, it was having the time to hold you against her for longer than a few minutes before she fell asleep, and she refused to let you go until she was forced to do so.

“Are we getting old or something?” you suddenly questioned, and if Wanda was still eating, she would’ve choked.

“What?!”

“We never watch anything this wholesome and sappy, so I just assumed this is our transition into wrinkles and knee pain.”

Your girlfriend covered her face with a laugh. “Baby, it’s the fourth day of December. Where is your holiday spirit?”

“Right here.”

You turned your head briefly to show off a cheesy grin as you pulled her arm further around you. Despite the exaggerated theatrics of the film, you were enjoying the plot of it, and you’d come to enjoy it even more as the scene changed. The two main characters were suddenly stumbling into bed as clothes were ripped away, and you usually didn’t get riled up during sex scenes in a movie, but you definitely felt something this time.

You were suddenly aware of how long it’d been since you and Wanda had been tangled together in such an intimate way, and it was almost embarrassing how quickly your need for release began to build. Despite your best efforts to hide it, there was no going back once your hips wiggled back an inch or two to rub your ass against Wanda’s core.

Wanda could tell before you that the scene was affecting you from the moment your muscles tensed against her, and she was more than ready to play by the time your body pushed against hers. She was subtle at first, a hand slipped under your long sleeved shirt and innocently resting on your bare stomach, slowly transitioning to the more obvious approach of trailing kisses from the tip of your ear to your clavicle while you squirmed.

She slipped her right leg between yours with ease, tensing her thigh and brushing it back and forth against your clothed center in a way that had you thrusting in time with her movements within seconds. Your eyes fluttered closed and your hand slipped into her hair, little whimpers escaping you as her soft pecks turned into sucking the skin of your neck between her lips.

“You seem like you need something, baby.”

Her deepened tone came directly behind your ear and you shivered, biting your lip as you continued to rub against her thigh. You were just about to speed up to chase your release when she stopped moving, pressing her hand into your stomach to keep you from moving as you faced her with a whine.

“Did you forget how to use your words, princess?”

“No, Wanda.” Her brow raised and your eyes widened as you corrected yourself. “No, Daddy.”

“Good girl.” She pulled her hand away from your stomach to pull the blanket away. “Go strip down and wait on the bed.”

You scrambled to your feet and down the hall as the sounds of the scene that started everything faded into the background. Articles of clothing hit the carpet as you moved at the speed of lightning to follow her order, sitting on the edge of the bed with your hands folded when you finished. You could hear her turning off the movie, blowing out candles and cleaning the rest of the mess, and her prolonging only made you more desperate for her touch.

Eventually her footsteps grew louder as she approached, and you tried to be good and still as she entered the room. Her casual smile grew wider at the sight of you waiting patiently, and you looked up at her sweetly as she stood in front of you, cradling your cheeks in her hands.

“You’re so good for me.”

Her voice passed her lips in a husky tone that had your thighs squeezing together, something that didn’t go unnoticed by her at all. Her smirk was pressed to your skin while she kissed along your jaw, leaning down to part your thighs to step between them.

“How do you want me to fuck you first? Mouth or fingers?” she questioned lowly, occasionally nipping at your skin between her words, and your own got caught in your throat. “If I have to ask again, you won’t get anything.”

“Mouth please, Daddy,” you finally choked out, bucking your hips forward when her wandering hands brushed past your clit.

“On your hands and knees.”

You turned over and positioned yourself as she instructed, biting back a moan when she slapped your ass before gripping onto both cheeks firmly. A dark chuckle escaped her as she lowered herself to your soaked core, watching the muscles clench around nothing as you waited to be touched. You were just about to beg when she dove in without warning.

You shuddered and moaned when she licked a long stripe from your clit to your hole, crying out when she dipped her tongue in for a moment before bringing her attention back to your clit. Her lips surrounded it as she licked and sucked, quickly bringing you to the edge while you moaned and begged her not to stop.

She held your shaking form up by your waist as she lapped up your juices with her tongue, swallowing briefly before pushing her tongue back into your hole as her thumb began circling around your clit. You gripped the sheets as she began to tongue fuck you, the combination of the two motions making you cum even faster than the last time.

“Fuck,” you cried out when you were able to breathe properly again, yelping when her hand smacked your other ass cheek.

“Such a dirty mouth, princess,” she teased you as her hand landed on your stinging skin again and you whimpered. “Scoot up toward the middle.”

You moved forward on the bed, knowing she was up to something when you heard her digging into her overnight bag. She climbed onto the bed behind you a minute later, and the fabric of her sweatpants brushed against your naked calves. Before you could get a word out, a ribbed length was slowly pushed into you, and you were a shuddering mess all over again.

Wanda thrusted into you slowly, her hands sliding from your hips to your arms and pulling them until your bare back was pressed against her sweater, and you moaned at the feeling of being so exposed while she’d only taken off her rings. She let go of your arms to wrap one of hers around you, her free hand closing around your throat as she began pounding into you.

Your moans echoed around the room as you gave into the absolute railing she gave you, holding onto her arm for stability and sanity as her strap rubbed against your walls at an unforgiving pace. Sounds of pleasure caught in your throat and your eyes rolled back as her fingers squeezed, affecting your airflow just enough to drive you crazy. As if she hadn’t done that enough already.

“You gonna cum for Daddy?” she inquired as she pulled you a bit closer, and you nodded while struggling to function with the building pressure in your core. “Be a good girl and let go.”

Your orgasm hit you as suddenly as if she pressed a button to make it happen, strangled noises resembling sobs escaping you as she continued to thrust into your sensitive hole as your legs seemed to transform into jelly.

“I know you can cum again, princess. You’re taking it so well, keep going.”

You whimpered out your best attempt at a response, squeezing her arm to let her know your brain was still somewhat working as she brought you to another peak. She slowed down this time, shifting the hand around your throat to run her fingers around your nipple. You gasped and moaned as she kissed your neck while you came down, muscles relaxing as she moved her arm and allowed you to fall onto the mattress.

The toy dripped onto your legs and the sheets as she leaned over, grabbing your thighs and pulling you closer. She wrapped one hand around your ankle, guiding your leg up as she rested it on her shoulder, and a devilish grin appeared on her lips as she pushed into you again. You were free to moan as loudly as you wanted this time, and you took full advantage of it as she worked her way back up to forcefully drilling the ribbed length into you again, a few curse words mixing in with the nearly pornographic sounds.

“You’re using that pretty mouth all wrong, princess.”

She slid her middle and ring fingers into your mouth before you could respond, and you happily closed your lips around the digits as your tongue rubbed against her skin.

“There you go, sweet girl.”

You sucked harder as she kept pounding into you, nearly biting down as you reached your fifth climax and opening your lips to whine a bit when she continued.

“I’m gonna make you cum again because I know I can. Isn’t that right, princess?” You closed your eyes and she shook her head, pulling her wet fingers away and moving to rub them across your clit instead. “What did I say about using your fucking words?”

“Yes, Daddy!” you managed to cry out between loud moans, a few more calls of her name blending into incoherent sounds as stars filled your vision and welcomed you to a new high.

Wanda slows her pace as she works you through your orgasm, coaxing you gently to breathe as you shake in her hold and rubbing soft circles into your thigh as she lowers your leg from her shoulder. A cross between a groan and a sigh leaves your lips as the toy drags against your walls and pulls away, and you watch as Wanda’s blurry form unbuckles it from her waist and tosses it aside.

“Still in there, baby?” She chuckles as you nod tiredly. “Okay, stay here and I’ll be right back.”

She disappeared into the bathroom and the sound of running water followed her exit, continuing as she came back to help you into the bathroom. You watched as she gently washed you once you were in the tub, a sleepy smile shaping your lips as you met her gaze.

“Can we have peppermint cocoa after this?”

“Thought you weren’t in the holiday mood?” she teased, and you let your eyes fully close as you laughed.

“The movie wasn’t so bad after all.”

Tags: @littlegasps @imnotasuperhero @natasha-danvers @xxxtwilightaxelxxx @creepingwolfberry

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mandilflorian · 3 years

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Laws of Motion

Marcus Moreno x Reader (fem)

Rating: +18 (minors do NOT interact)

warnings: light smut, dry humping/making out, egregious physics jokes, if i’m missing anything i’m sorry!

word count: 1.8k

A/N: Happy New Year, everyone! My resolution is to write more and I’m happy to kick off the new year with a smutty little marcus one shot! I haven’t posted fic in a long time and I apologize if my grammar is off. I have a basic understanding of physics lol so if it’s not accurate then I also apologize for that. I hope you all had a happy holidays. Enjoy!

• • •

Marcus Moreno had been on you all day. A lingering touch as you exchange files and cups of coffee to each other at the office. A hand on the small of your back as he passes you by in a hallway with more than enough space for two people to walk. It’s deliberate. You’ve been craving his touch for a few weeks now. Both too busy with work to truly feel each other. The want has been building and you might just combust if you wait another moment to have him.

He stops by your office during your lunch break, sitting on the edge and playing with the Newton’s Cradle on your desk. Stopping the motion of the cradle in it tracks before gently lifting a finger of one side and allowing it to fall, continuing its demonstration. You watch his ministration while sipping on your coffee, lost in the thought of his hands working you in similar ways. He can read you very well, and he takes note of your distracted state.

“Did you know,” he interrupts your thought and you look to find him staring into your eyes with a glare you can’t quite read. “By lifting one side, you are creating potential energy. And when you release it-“ He releases the ball and the cradle begins its demonstration again, all while keeping his eyes locked on you. “It converts to kinetic energy and transfers that energy to each ball until it gains the momentum to propel the last one forward. And the cycle repeats. Creating a seemingly infinite motion.”

You hide your smile behind your hand, trying to hold your giggling from him. He is prone to scientific tangents and you are in constant fascination with the Heroic, but the simplicity of this is just too cute. “Marcus, I am well aware of the mechanisms of a Newton’s Cradle.”

He drops his hand into his lap and fiddles with a loose thread from his jeans as you set your coffee mug down next to him. Before you’re able to move your hand away he quickly takes it into his and intertwines them.

You look back into his eyes to find them dark and serious. What you couldn’t read before, becomes abundantly clear. He wants you. While the direction of the conversation only serves to confuse you, Marcus continues.

“Maybe we should turn our potential energy,” he lifts your hand to his lips, pressing a kiss to your knuckles. “into something kinetic.”

The contact sends a jolt to your hand and up your arm. Your chest tightens until you realize what he just said. It’s a moment of silence before it’s filled with your laughter. Loud and booming through your office as you try and fail to contain yourself. Marcus drops your hand and stands next to you. “Alright, Geez. It was corny, I get it.” He pats your back as you wipe the tears pricking your sight.

“I’m- I- Oh my god, Marcus, I’m so sorry- I can’t- I- Did you just u-use a physics pick-up line on me?” You hold your palm to your chest, taking a deep breath and letting a few giggles escape.

“Yeah, Yeah I get it. I was trying to be romantic.” He shakes his head and adjusts his glasses. You stand and wrap your arms around his waist. “Baby, I love you, but that was a little too cheesy to be sexy.” You tell him as you rub between the planes of his shoulders.

“Hmm.” He grunts and pushes his tongue against his cheek. “Guess it just needs a little momentum.” He smiles down at you and you raise your brow.

“Was that another pick-up line?” You grin up at him and he meets you with a kiss, pulling away reluctantly and walking toward your office door.

“I’ll see you after work, baby.”

• • •

Finally, you’ve found yourselves back at Marcus’s house. Your relationship wasn’t new by any means. It wasn’t a secret, but you were still being slowly introduced to The Moreno’s family dynamic. You didn’t want to freak Missy out, so you both kept any and all public displays of affection to a minimum. This, mixed with your busy schedules, has left you both high and dry. Tonight, however, Missy was attending a sleepover with her new friends, which gave you the perfect opportunity to be intimate.

You’re barely through the door before Marcus has you pressed against it, pulling you against his chest and pushing against your hips with his own. You wrap your arms around his neck and card your hands through his hair as his tongue glides along your lower lip. He sucks on it and releases it with a graze of his teeth, drawing a moan from you. He grins, knowing he has you in the palm of his hands. Growing impatient with his teasing, you grip the curls by the nape of his neck, dragging him back to your lips. Your faces meeting in a clash of lips and teeth, and your noses pressed to the other’s cheek. His glasses push at an odd angle against his forehead and you take a moment to lift them and set them aside, safely.

“Couch?”

“Fuck, yeah.”

He turns you around and guides you backwards, his lips attached to your neck as your knees meet the cushions and you fall into a tangle of limbs, only separating long enough for you to kick your heels off, pull your pants down and toss them over the side of the couch while he shucks off his leather jacket.

Marcus grips your thighs and pulls you so you fall, unceremoniously, straddling his lap. The zipper of his jeans rubbing deliciously against your clit through your panties. You move at a steady rhythm against each other for a few minutes and he groans beneath you, feeling his cock harden through his jeans.

One particular thrust catches on your sensitive nub and you throw your head back. Marcus takes you in with lust-blown, nearly black eyes. He clenches his jaw, baring his teeth. He wraps his leg around the back of one of your knees and pulls on your hips, flipping you over and onto your back. He then pins you hands above your head and pauses to study you.

His show of strength has you clenching your thighs to ease the loss of pressure from changing positions. “Baby? Why’d you stop?” You try to grind against him, but he takes one of his hands from above your head to pin your waist to the couch.

“Have you heard of Newton’s Laws of Motion?”

You give him a curious look. What is going on with him today? “Marcus, we are in the middle of something a little more important, so it’s kind of hard to remember-“

Marcus moves a strand of your hair behind your ear and leans in to whisper. “Sweetheart, when i’m done, you’ll be reciting them.” The feel of his lips along your neck is the olive branch he extends from your brief disruption.

He grinds against you with a slow and steady pace. Not quite enough pressure, but at least you’re moving. “The first law states that a body in motion stays in motion, and a body at rest-‘ he stills your hips and you whine at the loss of friction. “will stay at rest unless a force acts upon it.” He releases your hands and you tug on his belt loops in protest as he begins to move again to your relief. He grabs your hips and holds your center against his thigh, applying a little more pressure, but still keeping that slow rhythm.

“This brings us to our second law. The acceleration of an object is dependent on force and mass. Try to move against me.” You rid yourself of your lustful daze long enough to listen. You try to grind up into him. You’re barely able to move him, much less yourself. “Not quite.” He tuts. “I am the mass. You have to generate enough force to move me. Try again.” he says in a raspy voice that drives you to do as he says. This time you grind against his thigh with enough force to move him and pick up the pace. “There it is, baby.” You nearly fall apart at his words. This is so much hotter than you imagined and you are quickly reaching your peak just from rubbing against him.

“Now for the third law.” He grasps your thighs and holds you to him as he starts to move in tandem with you. “Every action has an equal and opposite reaction.” With every push of your hips, he returns in kind. dragging his restrained cock against your clothed center. Your vision is blurring and you’re not sure you’ll last much longer, surprised that Marcus has managed as long as he has.

A husky moan escapes Marcus’s lips as he stills your movements to control his own strokes. “I-I’m close, baby. uuuhhhhh F-fuck.” He pushes your shirt over your chest to reveal your pebbled nipples. He kisses up your sternum and nips under your breast. Your breath hitches as he takes a nipple into his mouth and pulls it taut between his teeth.

“Oh, Fuck! Marcus!” His thrusts, just the right speed and pressure, paired with his mouth on your tits. It has you seeing stars. Your pussy constricts with blinding pleasure as you cum. Marcus is not far behind as his steady stride becomes erratic. He grunts and his hips stutter against yours, gripping your biceps while he rides the high of his orgasm.“Fuck.” he collapses on top of you, knocking the wind out of you.

“Ugh! Marcus, baby…” You push him into a more comfortable position for the both of you, his torso between your legs and head resting on your chest. “Sorry, we didn’t make it past the living room this time, honey…” He huffs, rubbing next to your panty line over the dips of your hips.

“Hey, you won’t see me complaining.” You pull his shirt over his head to get you both more comfortable. “Hey, Marcus?”

“Yeah, baby?” He tilts his head to look up to you with those beautiful brown eyes that you’ve fallen for countless times.

“That…. was sexy as hell.” you bite your lip. His smirk grows to a toothy grin.

“Yeah? You think so?”

You nod your head, mirroring his expression. “Yeah, you were really cute at work with those pick-up lines, and I'd be lying if I said I wasn’t into any of it. But this was something else entirely.”

He chuckles and starts to stand. You groan at the loss of him, not wanting to part just yet. But he has other ideas. He leans over you and picks you up, throwing you over his shoulder. You squeal in protest and he smacks your ass. You realize he’s leading you to the bedroom.

“Don’t worry, baby, we still have plenty of energy to transfer, tonight.”

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jd-loves-everyone · 4 years

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i just read.. everything on your blog and i love your writing so much?!! seriously, never stop– also i’d like to request like dom felix letting his s/o rise his thigh i... it’s ok if u don’t want to but yeah!! steamy asf

☀that means so much to me, thank u bub🥺❤ (@chanbinns)

[22:00] The movie currently playing on your laptop was either very boring or you were very distracted.

Definitely the latter option.

But your mind was currently preoccupied with other things.

Such as how delectable Felix looked with his hair all messy and no makeup on, showcasing his beautiful freckles.

Maybe you were just needy, but he didn't seem to be paying a lot of attention to the movie either as his eyes kept darting towards you with his hand on your thigh, squeezing occasionally.

His eyes were dark with lust, but the movie was some cheesy rom-com that didn't warrant such feelings. So he definitely wasn't paying attention to it.

"You know..." He said at one point, caressing your thigh. "I've been thinking and... I wanna try something, if you're up for it."

"What is it?" You paused the movie, closing the device to give Felix your full attention.

"How about... You ride my thigh? I just wanna see if you'd enjoy it, because it sounds pretty hot to me so..." He tried saying seductively, but quickly lost his confidence, afraid that you'd find it weird.

"I'd love to try it." You said, hand grazing his arm suggestively.

"Really?" You nodded. "Then, you better strip, baby." His voice deepened as his gaze narrowed, sending a shiver down your spine at the authority in his tone.

Then, you realized why he had decided to keep his jeans on instead of switching to some sweatpants, as well as why he had been so fidgety since he arrived at your house.

You rose from your bed, standing in front of him shyly, starting to take your clothes off at the way his gaze burned through you, waiting.

"Come now, babe, don't be shy." He said teasingly, but still with a reassuring smile, extending his hand for you to take.

You got on the bed, crawling towards where Felix sat with his back against the headboard, silently waiting for you to come close enough. Like a wolf waiting to pounce.

You finally settled on his thigh, already feeling fabric of his pants get wetter as you sat on it, bringing a blush to your cheeks.

"Already this wet, huh?" His hands caressed your waist as you pouted at his teasing, but seemingly amazed, tone. You tugged at his shirt, feeling embarrassed that you were fully naked and he was still fully dressed.

Wanting to be as comfortable as possible, as he had been the one to bring this up, he took off his shirt to show you the body you knew he'd worked so hard for.

Knowing the work he put into getting in shape and how insecure he could get, you decided to always pamper him with kisses and honest compliments, no matter the circumstances.

You lightly kissed his shoulder, then his collarbone and up his neck to his ear while rubbing your thumbs on his hips. He chuckled lightly, petting your hair at the gesture.

Felix raised his knee slightly, giving you a better angle. The movement made you swallow back a whimper at the feeling of the rough fabric brushing your clit unexpectedly. And of course he noticed.

He smirked as he grabbed your hips, moving you roughly against him. You couldn't hold back your whimper this time, tightening your grip on his shoulders until your nails dug in, leaving crescent moon shapes on his dotted skin.

"Get yourself off on my thigh, baby. I know you can do it."

And so Felix's hands settled on your waist in order to let you do your thing. Your hips then started moving, slowly, still unsure and self-conscious, but you quickly began picking up the pace at the feeling of his soft, plump lips trailing kisses all over your neck and towards your chest where he took a nipple into his mouth.

You rode his thigh with fervor, chasing a high that you could already feel yourself approaching as Felix's hand, which was not occupied with one of your nipples, trailed down towards your center before attaching to your clit.

You cried as he tensed his thigh, jerking it upwards slightly, taking his mouth away from your chest to whisper in your ear.

"Fuck, you really like this, don't you baby? Already soaked through my pants. Maybe I should make you clean them with your tongue? I you'd like that too, right, pretty baby?" He knew what his incredibly deep voice did to you, how much wetter it made you and how, coupled with the absolute filth that spilled from his lips, it made goosebumps appear on your skin and you nipples to harden even further.

Felix suddenly yanked you forward, closer to his body making your knee press against his crotch making his groan, although the sound was maybe closer to a growl.

"Is my pretty baby close already? So needy that you'll cum on anything, right? So needy that you're gonna make yourself on my fucking thigh, moaning like a bitch in heat and drooling all over yourself?" His breathing was almost as labored as yours, interrupted only by deep groans as he spoke while jerking his thigh rhythmically against your center, making you realize the saliva running down your chin.

And even as you looked like a mess, he found you more beautiful than anything.

Falling apart in a mess of desperate moans and passionate bouncing, you looked like the most beautiful creature.

You stopped only when the pleasurable shocks because painful, burrowing your face in his neck as he stroked your sweaty back, murmuring praises into your ear as you came down from your high.

"You did so well for me, baby. Looked so pretty, falling apart on my thigh like that. But don't think we're done yet, there's more to come. So you better catch your breath quick."

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staywritten · 4 years

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A Love That Lasts│HoneyMoon

A Love That Lasts │ HoneyMoon

Synopsis: You’ve spent the last two years, helping your very handsome next door neighbor raise his adorable daughter. The two of you fell into a routine before you knew it. And now you had this little family. You couldn’t help but fall for him.

Genre: Parent!Au, Dad!Bang Chan, Fluff, Nonidol!Au, Smut

Word Count: 3538

Part I │Part II │Part III │Part IV │Part V│Epilogue

A Love That Lasts Masterlist

Masterlist. AO3

Essentially this is another fluffy, smutty bonus chapter 💖

Warning: This Chapter contains Smut. Rated M

Ideally, Chan wanted to bring you somewhere else. A beautiful tropical island neither of you has ever been before, one on the other side of the world far away from anyone either of you knew. He wanted to spend the nights under a canopy bed, illuminated by the moonlight, with you under him. He wanted to make love to you in a private infinity pool until your voice became hoarse.

But in the end, you two agreed that a honeymoon in Australia could be just as romantic. You wanted to see his home, you wanted to see his family and friends. You wanted to see the place that made the man you loved. Another part of your compromise was that Minseo was also coming on the honeymoon. Neither of you had it in you to leave her for a week.

What was supposed to be Chan making love to you every moment he could, turned into a family vacation. On one hand, he loved being able to show Minseo her home, she was old enough to appreciate and love it now, but on the other, this was supposed to be his honeymoon.

On the last few days of his trip, his parents took Minseo for the weekend. They were bringing her to the amusement park so she was going to have a lot of fun with his siblings and parents. And for two whole days, you were all his.

After dropping off Minseo with his parents he met up with you at a local pub downtown that he frequented in the past. His friends had kidnapped you for the day, dragging you all around town and taking you to a spa day. He smiled watching you from the other side of the bar as you talked to his friends, your hands moving animatedly as you told a story. His eyes softened as he just took you in. The bright wide smile on your face, your airy laugh that echoed, how your skin was practically glowing from being in the Sydney sun. The way your light sundress hugged your body in all the right places.

Chan smiled, calling over the very familiar bartender “How ya going Christian?” he leaned against the bar.

“Chris! Long time no see, your friends told me you’d be stopping by. You home for a while?” The young man wiped down the bar top. He remembered the first time Chan and his friends stumbled into his bar, and how they became regulars. It was surreal watching the kids grow up.

“Just a few days, I actually leave Monday.” he leaned his head on his hand. “I’ll be back in a few months for my brother’s graduation but for now it’s just a quick visit.”

“How’s Felix been?”

“Still staying in trouble” he chuckled before looking back over at you hearing you laugh. Your back was to him as you talked to his friends. His eyes practically sparkling as he looked at you. “Hey Christian can I get a gin and tonic for the lady at the end”

He started on the drink, pouring the gin and lime juice into the shaker. “Easy there Kid, she’s shot down every guy that’s approached her tonight” he shook up the contents and poured it into the glass, topping it with simple syrup and lime juice. “She’s a pretty thing, but a tough one”

“That pretty thing is the reason I’m back home.” His smile couldn’t help but widen hearing that. “That’s my wife” the pride, evident in his voice. “We’re visiting for our honeymoon”

“Get out” Christian beamed. “Little Chris is all grown up, That explains the confidence” he chuckled before sliding the drink over to you. “Ma’am a drink from the gentleman at the end of the bar”

You turned to look at the bartender, your head shaking immediately out of instinct, but then your eyes met with Chan’s. “You’re here” you beamed immediately, going to hug him, his friends laughing at his cheesiness. Wrapping your arms around his neck you pulled him into a sweet kiss. Your beautiful smile, contagious. “Why didn’t you tell me you were here?”

“I was enjoying watching you” he smirked, rubbing your hips with his thumbs over your sundress. His eyes raked down your body “This dress looks good Baby” he pecked your lips again. “Did you have a good day today?”

“Mhmm your friends are so much fun, they told me all about your high school antics” you laughed, playing with his hair. “How was Minseo?”

“I was worried she was going to miss us too much to want to spend the whole weekend with my parents but once she saw Berry she was done with me” he chuckled, pressing a kiss on your nose, just gazing at you. “We may have to get a dog”

“I have no complaints” As you tried to pull back to lead him back to his friends his grip on your hips tightened, holding you to him. “Chris” your tone playfully scolding him. “You should say hi, they’re your friends”

He whined “But I already know them” he bit down on his full lower lip, eyeing you. His gaze darkening. “There’s so many other things I want to do and we only have about 40 hours until my parents drop off Minseo” he whispered against the shell of your ear.

You looked up at him, through your long lashes, your face warming from his sultry look. “And what did you have planned for 40 hours?”

“I just wanted to be a little selfish” he pressed his forehead against yours. “I have to share you with your job, my friends, our family...I want you to be all mine for the next 40 hours…”

“Chris, we can’t just leave, it’s rude” your hands slid down his button-up, resting on his chest as you glanced back at his friends. “Just say hi for a little bit”

“Ok, honestly yes it could be a little rude” he chuckled seeing you nod. “Yeah, but like I kinda really don’t care” he gave you a cocky smirk, his hands moving up the side of your dress, making the hem rise just a bit. He hasn’t stopped eyeing you, looking absolutely everywhere. And although you were in public and fully clothed you felt so exposed.

“Jeez just get a room already” one of his friends called out after sipping his beer, the group of them laughing along.

“You heard them” Chan chuckled. “Christian, an order of shots for them on me, just add it to my tab” he yelled before practically pulling you outside to the car.

“You’re so impatient” you giggled letting him lead you.

“You better hope I make it home because I have half a mind to fuck you in the car.” his voice dropping a bit lower.

The hotel wasn’t too far from the bar, but the Friday night traffic leaving downtown at peak hours would make it almost unbearable. He gripped your thigh with his free hand as he gripped the steering wheel with the other.

Before he could pull out of the parking spot in the garage you gently moved his hand up your thigh. He smirked watching your fingers but slowly followed suit, kneading the soft flesh. Letting the coarseness of his thumbs brush against your skin. His grip tightening as he moved the trail up your thigh. letting it disappear under the hem of your dress. The glint from your wedding ring catching his attention. “What are you doing?” he took in a sharp breath watching you. You looked around the parking garage, it was still pretty empty being that it was early in the night.

“Let’s do it here” You bit your lip watching him, he was trying to read your expression, his hand gripping your thigh harder.

“You serious?”

“You’re the one who suggested it” you huffed, losing your nerves and getting shy. “N-Never mind let's just go back to the-”

“I want to” he laughed “I was just surprised” he turned your chin toward him, pulling you into a deep kiss. He could still taste the alcohol on your lips, he smiled feeling you deepen it. He pushed the seat back, giving you room to crawl over the center console.

“Ah!” you winced as your head bumped into the roof of the car, and how clumsy you looked trying to straddle his thighs. He chuckled, rubbing your head softly, kissing your hair. “You ok Baby?”

“I’m fine” you pouted. “I was just a little eager”

“Please help yourself to being eager” he whispered against your lips before pulling you against his full mouth, taking your lips into his. The way his hand wrapped the span of your jaw and neck, always got you going. You lost yourself in his kisses, sighing happily each time he bit your lip.

He gripped the back of your head pulling you closer to him, his lips not letting up on yours until you were gasping for breath. He brushed his nose down your soft skin, leaving little kisses in his trail. His teeth grazing and nipping your skin until he reached your breast. He tugged your dress and bra down to expose your breast, letting his mouth latched on to your nipples. “Mmm…” You closed your eyes as he teased you. Your hips rubbing his hardened cock through his jeans, tightening under the strain. Your wetness pooling in your panties.

He gripped your hips rocking them harder against him, your moans becoming louder at the welcomed friction. “I need to be inside you” his voice straining as you teased him.

You grabbed the hem of your panties and sighed realizing it would be quite the maneuver to try and take them off while straddling him. He chuckled seeing you pout, he could practically see the gears turning in your head. “Keep them on” he moved your back just slightly, slipping his hand inside your panties and rubbing you, you weren’t prepared for his sudden speed. “You're so wet for me” You shivered under his touch as he quickened his pace. “That a girl..” he grinned watching your face contort under pleasure, your moans becoming whimpered as he buried his fingers in knuckle deep, curling in just the right places. Each buck of your hips hitting his sensitive cock that longed to be in you.

He undid his zipper tugging his jeans lower and letting his cock spring forward, your hands wrapping around his base. His body shivered, as he unraveled in your touch. Desperate to feel more of you. And then the reality of your little impromptu sexacape set in. “Dammit… I don’t have any condoms” he winced, physically in pain thinking that he’d just ruined the mood.

“I don’t care” You lifted yourself up, moving your panties to the side, slowly running his head against your slit. “Do you really wanna wait?”

“No ma’am” he held your hips easing you down on him, letting your body adjust to the stretch. He lifted your skirt up, enjoying watching his length disappear inside you. Each and every time he made love to you he learned that this became a new kink of his. A smile tugging at his lips watching you take him inch by inch. Seeing your body shiver and squirm as he stretched you.

He licked his lips as you sank down to his base. Your hand wrapped around the roof handle as you exhaled to how deeply he filled you. “Ah…You take me so good Baby…” his hand slipped down your chest, pressing against your lower stomach. “Should I move?”

You nodded trying to buck your hips slowly, but you were so sensitive to his teasing early. You so close to cumming from him finger you, but you wanted to wait. You didn’t wanna cum with his fingers. You wanted him in you.

Your back arched against him as he massaged your breast , his teeth biting the skin below your collarbones. He gripped your hips tighter, lifting you up with each thrust and leaning further back on the drivers seat, “You feel so good Baby...Like you were made for me” his growled biting your ear softly.

“Ah-Chris please.” You gripped the car handle tighter as he moved to tease and suck on your breast, your nipples becoming more sensitive with each lick.

“I’m not gonna last if you keep begging me like that” he grunted while thrusting into you watching how you came apart for him, how your walls clenched him, your breast bounce, how your lips parted for you to moan his name and how his length disappeared in you. He loved all of it. He loved that you were his wife he loved that this was your life now. “I love you so much…” he cupped your cheeks lovingly making you look into his eyes.

“Please…” you begged him again, moving your own hips faster. “I love you too Chris please cum in me…” you bit your lip to stifle your moan as he snapped his hips faster. “F-fill me up…”

You didn’t have to wait long before Chan followed your own orgasm. He helped you ride yours out for as long as he could until you collapsed on his chest, your body shaking from the over stimulation. Your sweet whimpers music to his ears. “I got you…” he cooed, while rubbing your shoulders. “Relax baby…” he kissed the crown of your head.

He got you cleaned up and made it back to the hotel in record time, his hand never leaving your thigh. He really did love watching your ringed finger play with his hands. A smile tugging at his lips every time he caught a glimpse of it.

As you two made it to the door of your suite he scooped you in his arms. You laughed in embarrassment, wrapping your arms around his neck and squealing his name. “Chris this is so embarrassing” you buried your face in his neck. Luckily the hallway was mostly empty save for a few guests leaving the floor toward the elevator. A few of the whistling and cheering at his display of affection.

“I didn’t get to carry you over the threshold hold when we first got here since I had my hands full with Minseo” he chuckled, kissing your cheek. “Let me just have this”

You peaked up at him hearing how sincere he sounded. You unlocked the door with the key card letting him carry you inside. Your eyes widening at the roses that covered the bed and the path leading to it. A bottle of your favorite wine chilled at the center of the room. “Chris…”

He chuckled. “It’s cliche I know but I don’t get to be this cheesy often.” he set you down lightly, shrinking in himself as he giggled nervously. He wasn’t sure if you were a big fan of big displays of affection like that. He never got to spoil you. He loved your relationship but because of your situation sometimes it felt like you two were a married couple well into your fourth year of marriage and he didn’t want to deprive you of that cheesy honeymoon phase.

“I love you so much…” you grinned pulling him into a kiss, your fingers running softly against his curly dark hair. “I love all of this…”

His nose brushed yours as he gripped your hips, walking you back toward the bed. As your knees hit the edge of the bed he gently pushed you back before covering your body with his.

You two had the rest of your lives to spoil one another with your love. And he was sure he’d never stop wanting to make love to you. Chan never prided himself in too many of his decisions. But he had two that he considered his greatest moments. Having Minseo, and choosing you to be his partner.

You could barely even move your body, every part of you ached and it became frightfully clear that Chan’s stamina was no joke and he’d been holding back for your sake the entire time. You grinned rolling over in his arms to face him. The beautiful pouty face of your husband warmed your soul. He was so beautiful. You ran your thumb against his soft pale skin, pressing a small kiss against his lips. “You finally tire yourself out?”

He smiled sleepily. “Never” he chuckled before leaning closer to you and kissing the base of your throat. “Was I too rough on you?”

“I’ll survive” you laughed, threading your fingers through his hair. He sighed happily mumbling sweet nothings against your skin, leaving kisses in its path. “I know that we were supposed to have today to ourselves but…”

“Hm?” he questioned absently continuing to kiss your skin.

“I miss Minseo” you pouted. “It felt weird not putting her to bed or seeing her face when I woke up...I don’t know if I’m gonna survive another day like this”

He pulled back to get a good look at your face, his dark eyes softening at you. “You are incredible…do you know that?” He was still floored by you. Despite having you in his life for years, he wasn’t sure he was ever going to get used to just how much you loved his daughter. You really did love her like she was your own.

“What do you mean?” you pouted, furrowing your brows.

“Nothing, I just really love you” he pecked your lips again. “How about we have a lazy morning and breakfast and we surprise Minseo and my parents at the amusement park this afternoon?”

“I would love that” you beamed, a bright smile filling your face.

“But before that…” a mischievous smirk rose on his lips as he pinned you under him, your giggles being silenced by his deep kiss.

After a very leisure, love filled morning the two of you dressed and headed to the theme park. His dad made sure to update and facetime you guys often which made it pretty easy to find them at the park. You and Chan hid behind the cotton candy stall, watching Minseo just a few feet away. She was holding her grandpa’s hand while looking at a stuffed animal. A small pout, etched on her soft features as she contemplated the most difficult decision of the day. She was limited to only one toy, this was gonna be a hard one.

“Minseo, did you pick one yet?” her grandpa, kneeled beside her to see things from her view.

“Only one?” she gave him his sincerest pout.

He chuckled, patting her head. “Yes Baby only one, which ones are you stuck between?”

Her little lip protrudes further. “I want the Kangaroo plushie because it’s Daddy…” she crossed her hands over her chest. “But the Koala makes me think of Mama” she huffed before looking back at her grandfather. “I miss them, Can’t I get both?”

Chan’s heart swelled seeing her daughter being so sweet. He chuckled seeing her dad look so flustered dealing with her, he couldn’t help but want to spoiler her. Before his dad could cave you and Chan came out from hiding and cheered. “Surprise!” you held up the cotton candy that was shielding your face.

Minseo’s eyes widened as she darted straight for both of you. “Mom! Dad!” Her dark curly hair bouncing, while her shoes lit up with each step. Her tiny arms hugging as much of your legs as she could. “You’re here!” Chan chuckled picking Minseo up in his arms, kissing her cheek.

You joined the group hug, holding up the cotton candy “Forgive us?”

“Forgiven!” she let out a cheerful laugh as the two of you showered her cheeks with kisses. She looked back at her grandpa. “I don’t need the plushies anymore Grandpa!”

Chan held Minseo securely against his hip, while holding your hand. Leading you both back to where his family was. Minseo was going on about her afternoon so far and all the things she wanted to do with the both of you. You smiled warmly listening to her.

This really was your life now. Your little family that you always thought was temporary. Your safe haven and home away from home. They were yours to keep forever.

It almost felt like it was yesterday that you met Chan, your new neighbor who was frantically asking for your help. The first day you ever saw those warm brown eyes, those deep dimples, that charming smile. You were never one to believe in love at first sight.

But with Chan it was love at first memory.

The first time you heard his giggle and saw how his shoulders went up when he was nervous. The first time you complimented him and his ears turned red, the first time you realized how comfortable he’d gotten with you.

The first time he trusted you and left you alone with his daughter. The first time Minseo showed you her way of making promises. The first time Minseo hugged you tight and told you she missed you. The first time she called you Mom.

It was love at each and every memory, and you couldn’t wait to fall in love more.

Chan looked over to you giving you such a warm smile, he chuckled. “Why are you looking at me like that?” he gave your hand a comforting squeeze.

“No reason, I just love you”

End.

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tyongf-nct · 4 years

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Hi I requested the Yangyang smut! Maybe a more specific scenario could be where the reader is a director on the set of love talk and is dating Yangyang?

Sorry this took quite a bit to get out :( i still don’t know how i feel about a dom!yangyang bc i’m a sucker for bratty sub yangx2 so i tried my best lmao

dynamic: yangyang x female reader

warnings/tags: smut, dom!yangyang, sub!reader, idolverse, director!reader, yangyang is definitely of legal age in this don’t worry, switching of power roles, yangyang being way too cocky for his own good, dirty talk, fingering (female receiving), penatrative sex (female receiving), blindfolding

“Cut! Thank you guys!” You yelled, nodding your head in a bow and clapping as everyone congratulated each other on wrapping up. You just finished the last scene in the boys’ new music video, excited with your work as director and satisfied with how hard everyone on set worked. You left the camera crew to have their final discussions, grabbing a bottle of water from a table before making your way to an isolated room for a short rest.

Around five minutes past before the door creaked open, Yangyang poked his head in with his all white outfit still clinging to his small frame. You grinned, knowing he’d show up sooner or later, as he always did. You were pretty young for a director, almost too young considering you often worked with young idols, and Yangyang was no different. He found you hot, the power you exuded directing everyone on set touched something inside of him. You had never crossed the professional line before, but on the very first day of shooting Yangyang had convinced you somehow. It wasn’t like you were much older than him, a few years and he was an adult anyway. You were surprised the first time--you thought he’d be a bratty little sub but the roles were reversed completely, with you whining underneath him as he smirked down at you.

It felt pretty good to let go of some of that power. Normally you’d command the attention of the room, voice loud and no one questioning you. But Yangyang made you feel something different, a desire to just let go. This time would be no different, if the shit-eating grin on his face had anything to say about it.

“I’ve been thinking about you all night,” he says, cocking his head to the side. You resisted rolling your eyes at his cheesy line, instead scooting over to make room for him on the small couch. Your eyes flicked over to the door before realizing Yangyang had already locked it, his bright white figure sitting down quite close beside you.

“Why don’t you take that off already?” You whined, tugging at the hem of his jacket. He chuckled, undressing himself as you excitedly did the same. It wasn’t long until his naked figure was on top of yours, pressing you back into the cushions of the couch as he sucked on the underside of your jaw. His fingers ghosted over your core, a shiver running through you as long and nimble digits brushed your most sensitive spot.

“Hmm, already soaking wet, huh? Let’s not pretend you weren’t ready for this either,” his tone was so sure, so confident in himself and you couldn’t even argue. You had been thinking about him all night, having to get yourself off again even after he had made you come twice the previous day.

Yangyang slipped a finger inside so easily, without any warning. It made you gasp, nails digging into his bare shoulders as you felt the muscles in his back working to pump his finger into you. You closed your eyes, letting your body relax as a small knot of pleasure began to form in your gut. Your skin was on fire, it was hot in the small room and Yangyang’s body covering yours entirely didn’t help. When Yangyang took his finger out you let out an embarrassing whine, eyes opening to see why he stopped before he reached into the pocket of his pants on the floor, pulling out a condom.

“What the hell? You had that in there the whole time? What if someone saw that?” You shrieked. Yangyang laughed, unwrapping the protection and slipping it on his quickly hardening length.

“If any of the boys saw it they’d just make fun of me for being too hopeful. Now, are you going to let me fuck your tight pussy, or not?” He asked. You choked, nodding with a flush of warmth as he grinned, apparently satisfied with his effect.

Yangyang lined himself up at your entrance, pausing as if contemplating something before grabbing the wrinkled white shirt from the floor and placing it over your eyes as a blindfold. You moaned, squirming as one of your senses was taken away. You could picture the smirk on his face as he pressed into you slowly, sucking in a breath as your walls clenched around his cock tightly.

“Fuck. You feel so fucking good, baby. Look at you, already a mess for me,” he slid out just enough to thrust himself back in with some force, groaning at your noises of pleasure and placing his hands on either side of your head. You couldn’t see but you could feel everything. The way the couch dipped with his weight, the way his cockhead brushed deep inside of you, and his hot breath panting across your face.

“I could fuck you all day,” he groaned deeply, speeding up when you pushed your hips up to meet his. Pleasure sparked over your body, sending white hot heat to your center as you neared your orgasm. Yangyang had a way of making you come quickly and intensely, not much stimulation was needed when just his mere presence made you horny. He moved one of his hands to your breasts, massaging and flicking over your nipples before latching his mouth onto the other. The sudden sensation surprised you, not being able to see his next move making it that much more intense. When his free hand came down to circle at your clit you came without warning, arching your spine up and crying out as waves of pleasure crashed down inside of you. You barely had time to recover before Yangyang ripped the makeshift blindfold off, pulling out and taking the condom off to stroke himself to his own orgasm. You opened your mouth, already knowing what he wanted without him even having to say it. His warm come spilled into your mouth, small droplets falling on your tongue as you watched his face contort in pleasure.

Yangyang’s eyes raked over your body, ending back up at your face as you were swallowing his load. He groaned, shaking his head with a laugh before leaning down to kiss you.

“You’re so hot,” he sighed. You smiled, licking your lips and kissing him again.

#asks #anons #yangyang smut #wayv smut #nct smut #tyongf-nct

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kpoptrashibnida · 4 years

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Enough Pt. 13

A/N: Sorry for being a filthy liar you guys! I said I was going to post two days ago and I didn’t. I just needed to edit a couple scenes I wasn’t 100% happy with and that set me back. But thanks for your patience and support! You all know I love/appreciate feedback, so don’t be shy! Any way, here is the update and happy reading!

“So have you answered him yet?” Jaehyun asked, fingers caressing your arm as you cuddled on your couch.

Once you woke up, you texted Jaehyun and told him you made it home okay and apologized for forgetting to message him. At the office, he was very attentive and apologized for being distant for the past few days. He admitted that he was worried because of the phone call you got from Namjoon and he thought that creating a little distance was going to make him feel a little better. Of course he realized it was a mistake and possibly the stupidest thing he could have ever done. He asked if he could come over to your place and stay the night. You agreed of course, happy that your boyfriend was going to spend some time with you and that the awkwardness was gone. After work you both came to your apartment, had dinner together and were now cuddling on the couch as you watched a movie. You were in a little bubble of bliss and nothing could ruin that. Not even the inevitable question of what answer you were going to give to Namjoon.

“I am going to tell him that I am not going to leave early.” You say with conviction in your voice.

He sat up straight and looked at you perplexed. He knew how much you loved your job and you were amazing at it, so saying no to Namjoon was a big deal.

“Are you serious?” He asked, wanting to make sure he heard you correctly.

“Yes. There are plenty of people in Seoul who can take care of the projects he has lined up. But if he really feels like he needs me to oversee these projects, then I can do them from here via teleconference. My workload will significantly reduce now that all the final details are done. I just don’t want to be away from you.” You explain, looking into Jaehyun’s eyes.

“I am very happy to hear that. I just hope you’re doing this because you really want to and not because of me.” He says, giving you a soft kiss.

“I really want to. And I also want to be with you.” You say, leaning in to kiss him on the lips.

He deepens the kiss as he hovers over you, making you lay down on the couch, slightly opening your legs to accommodate his frame.

His fingers are quick to lift your shirt, rough pads skimming the soft skin of your stomach. You arched into him, the contact sending electric shocks through your body. You wrap your legs around his hips bringing him closer to you, wanting to feel him pressed up against you. Your fingers work fast to unbutton his shirt, slipping it off his frame and skimming his skin with your fingertips. He helped you pull your shirt off and discarded it on the floor, lips attaching to your neck, lightly biting the soft skin. You moaned as Jaehyun stained your skin, hands reaching behind you to unclasp your bra, kneading your breasts and slowly grinding into you. Your hands are quick to reach for his jeans, undoing his button and tried to pull his pants down. He pulled away from you to remove both his jeans and boxers, helping you remove your skirt and panties too. You gulped at the sight of his hard length and you could not handle it anymore. You pushed him so he was sitting upright and you straddled his hips, teasing his length with your wet folds.

“Don’t tease baby.” Jaeyun groaned, gripping your hips tight in an attempt to regain control.

“Patience baby.” You whisper, enjoying the strain in his voice.

You decided to end his torture and aligned his length with your entrance. You sat down all the way and you both groaned at the feeling of your tight walls engulfing his length. You waited a few seconds to adjust before you started to undulate your hips, walls tightening around his length.

“Oh fuck.” Jaehyun moaned, throwing his head back against the couch.

You took advantage and bit his neck making him moan louder, which turned you on even more.

You sped the movement of your hips, breath catching in your throat at the pleasure that coursed through your body.

“Ah, yes.” You moaned, Jaehyun’s hands guiding your hips, increasing the friction against your clit. That sent electrical jolts through your body, a strong shiver shaking you. You grind your hips faster against Jaehyun’s, the angle hitting deep inside you and aided in the stimulation of your clit. Jaehyun popped a nipple into his mouth, sucking harshly as his other hand kneaded your other breast. The added sensations were all it took for you to reach your end. You moaned Jaehyuns name like a mantra, hips bucking wildly against his. The tightening of your walls was all it took for him to reach his end, a low moan leaving his lips as he filled you with his cum.

Your hips slowed to a stop, hands still clutching Jaehyun’s sticky body against yours. His breath slowly turned to normal and it tickled the slick skin of your neck. He attached his lips to yours in a slow and sensual kiss, a warm feeling melting in your chest and spreading to the rest of your body. Your brain felt hazy and in that moment a single word came into your mind: Chanyeol.

You pulled away from Jaehyun’s hips and wandering hands, receiving a confused look from his gorgeous face.

“You okay?” He asks concerned, hands planted on your hips.

“Yeah. I just feel super sticky. I am going to head to the shower.” You say, hating yourself for lying to him and for thinking about Chanyeol in your post-coitus bliss. “Care to join me?” You say, a mischievous glint in your eye.

He chuckled and nodded his head, completely unaware of the stuff going on in your brain. God were you an asshole.

“Yes babe, I’ll be right in.” He says as he watched you get us from his lap, his soft member falling out of your entrance and his cum trailing down your thighs. The sight alone was enough to turn him on.

“Okay, don’t take too long.” You say in a sing-song voice as you quickly make your way to your bathroom, not wanting to make a mess on the floor.

Jaehyun was wiping himself when he noticed your phone was blinking, indicating that you had messages. He didn’t think anything of it but at that moment your phone vibrated again, illuminating the screen with a notification. Curiosity got the best of him and he looked at your screen, chuckling when he saw a Snapchat notification from Mark. He asked Mark why he had made you get the app and the young boy told him it was easier to send you funny videos and memes through there. You and Mark had a brother/sister relationship and Jaehyun thought it was cute. His smile slowly disappeared when he saw that you had three text messages from Chanyeol.

Chanyeol: I really appreciate it

Was what the preview message said in your Notification Center. He would be lying if he said he wasn’t a little bothered at the fact that Chanyeol was messaging you, but the message wasn’t incriminating. He was probably just talking about the great wok you did with the press release of him and Ara for the opening gala. Besides, Jaehyun trusted you and he felt a little guilty for even looking at your phone screen. He knew you had nothing to hide. He shook the weird feeling away and made his way to the bathroom where you and your hot wet body were waiting for him.

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You were typing away replying to emails when you were distracted by a soft knock on your door.

“Come in.” You mumble, not looking away from your computer screen.

“Hey.” The deep voice says as the person enters the office.

“Chanyeol?” You say confused, recognizing the voice right away.

“Sorry to barge in, I just wanted to stop by and say hi.” He says with a cheesy smile on his face.

You raise your eyebrow at him, a small chuckle leaving your lips.

“Well hi then.” You reply, making him shake his head.

“You’re so mean.” He whined playfully, sitting on the chair across from you.

“Yes please make yourself at home.” You say sarcastically, looking back to your screen to hit the send button for your last email.

“So, what brings you here?” You ask, finally looking at him.

“Well I was here meeting Wendy for some last minute details and arrangements for Ara’s travels.” He explains, leaning back in your chair.

“Hmm, and you decided to stop by?” You question, thinking how ridiculous that sounded.

“Yes, don’t make it weird.” He joked, leaning forward on your desk.

You eye him wearily and decide he probably was being sincere.

“So when do you go back to Korea?” You ask, deciding to be civil.

“Tomorrow morning.” He pouted, which made you chuckle.

“Well, safe travels then.” You said with a cheeky grin, making Chanyeol laugh.

“Really? Why are you being so cold?” He playfully whines, splaying his upper body on top of your desk.

“Okay, okay…” You relented. “I hope that your plane doesn’t crash.” You gave him a sarcastic smile, making him laugh and causing your desk to shake.

“You are so rude.” He mumbles, reaching out in front of you and poking your hand with his index finger.

“I’m joking. But I do wish you safe travels, that’s not a mean thing to say.” You mention, not pulling your hand away for whatever reason.

“I know. I don’t know, i was just expecting something else…” He trailed off, his whole hand splayed on top of yours.

The warmth of his hand was oddly comforting, but it also felt a little wrong.

“I’m not sure what else you were expecting, Chanyeol.” You say, nervously pulling your hand away from under his embrace.

He stared into your eyes, not breaking eye contact.

“Hey babe ready to go?” Jaehyun says as he enters your office, stopping abruptly once he sees who is sitting at your desk.

“I’m sorry, am I interrupting something?” Jaehyun asks, hoping Chanyeol’s presence is strictly business related.

“No, Mr. Park was just leaving.” You smile, giving Chanyeol a pointed look, indicating that he should leave.

“Yes, I was just leaving. Once again, thank you for our time and hard work team captain.” Chanyeol said, giving you a small smile before exiting your office.

You walk up to Jaehyun and wrap your arms around his waist, embracing him in a tight hug and enjoying his warmth. You look up at him and smile, enjoying the sight of his beautiful face.

“Ready?” You ask, giving him a small peck on the lips.

“Yeah, I’m ready.” He agrees, holding your hand and heading to the elevator.

Jaehyun feels a bit uneasy and he is not one hundred percent sure as to why. He knows that unfortunately Chanyeol has to be around because of work but that did not mean he was not weary of the man and the situation. He did not want to come off as insecure and jealous, he trusts you. It's Chanyeol he doesn’t trust and for some reason he feels that Chanyeol’s involvement in this project is more than just good exposure for him.

He doesn’t want to be that guy, but he is more than sure that Chanyeol is trying to get close to you. Jaehyun looks over at your face and smiles; he felt like a winner because you were next to him, holding his hand.

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“Thanks for cooking dinner babe, it was delicious.” Jaehyun complimented while he helped take the dishes to the sink.

“No problem babe. Anything for you.” You wink, smacking his butt as you walk back to the table to wipe it down.

He gasps in mock offense, claiming he wasn’t a piece of meat.

“I’ll wash the dishes babe.” He offered, being the gentleman he always is.

“Thanks babe, I’m going to wash up.” You say, excusing yourself and running into the shower. You were in desperate need for a hot shower to relax your muscles.

You unknowingly left your phone on the kitchen counter and you got a text message at that moment. Jaehyun looked over and saw that it was a message from Chanyeol. Furrowing his eyebrows he debated whether or not he should let you know about your message. He ignored it and went back to the task at hand, scrubbing the dishes with unnecessary force. He was trying really hard not to lose his temper, but the fact that Chanyeol was texting you yet again was starting to annoy him. It was almost nine in the evening and he doubted that there were any business related issues that needed your attention at this moment. Your phone vibrated two more times and Jaehyun felt like he was going to go crazy. Before he could do something irrational, he grabbed your phone and headed to your bedroom. He needed the device away from him so he could concentrate on not chucking it out the window.

“Oh, hey.” You say surprised as Jaehyun walks into your room with your phone in hand. You had just gotten out of the shower and you only had your towel wrapped around your body. Normally, that would turn Jaehyun on, but right now he couldn’t even focus on that.

“Here.” He says, dropping your phone on the bed. “It was vibrating a lot, so I decided to bring it to the room.” He explains, hoping his tone didn’t sound bothered. He did not want you to know he knew who was texting you.

“Oh. Okay, thanks.” You say with a smile before Jaehyun walked out of the bedroom and back to the kitchen to finish cleaning up.

Later that night, Jaehyun lay awake in bed not being able to fall asleep. He stared at your peaceful sleeping face, admiring how cute you look. He finally found his comfortable spot on his side, facing you and he closed his eyes, ready for sleep to take over. It seems like you forgot to put your phone on silent mode because a text notification is what made Jaehyun open up his eyes again. He could not believe someone was texting you this late, but it could be an emergency. Jaehyun carefully leans over you to grab your phone from your night stand. He knows your password so he types it in and checks your messages. He scrunches his nose when he sees it’s yet another text from Chanyeol.

Chanyeol: Have a good night. Sweet dreams ;)

‘What the fuck.’ Jaehyun mutters under his breath, now thoroughly annoyed at the fact that Chanyeol was sending you good night texts. Against his better judgement, he looks at your text chain from earlier when Chanyeol was blowing up your phone.

Chanyeol: Do you remember this night? That was fun!

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Me: when we were on a double date with Suho and Mina. yeah I remember.

Chanyeol: I had a lot of fun that day. Did you?

Me: Yeah it was alright.

Chanyeol: :( why are you being so cold?

Chanyeol: Helloooooo????

Chanyeol: Fine, I get it. I won’t message you xp

Chanyeol: Have a good night. Sweet dreams ;)

Jaehyun was furious after reading the messages. How dare Chanyeol show up out of nowhere and think this is okay? He looks over to your sleeping form once again, eyeing you suspiciously. You didn’t seem interested in engaging conversation with Chanyeol, but you were also not putting a stop to his advances.

‘Stop it Jaehyun. You trust her.’ He thought, shaking his head and feeling bad for doubting you for even one second. Clearly the problem here was Chanyeol and Jaehuyn was going to make it clear to him that he needs to stay away from you.

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Much to Jaehyun’s dismay, he did not see Chanyeol at the office that day. He had some business to attend to all day and he was stuck in his office all day with conference call after conference call. He was upset because he was going to need to stay at the office late and he was looking forward to having dinner with you and cuddling. Your guys dynamic was finally where it used to be and he was happy. He knew he had been a bit distant for a while after you broke the news about Namjoon’s call. But he was thrown off because he had some big plans that had to be put on hold for now. He just needed some time to regroup and execute them another time. He was still bothered about the text messages from Chanyeol but he decided to forget about it and concentrate on his work. He trusted you completely so he knew he had nothing to worry about.

“Hey handsome.” You say as you knock on Jaehyun’s office door, observing his tired eyes. Poor guy has been working non-stop all day. He was barely able to get 15 minutes in for lunch and he had to basically scarf it down.

“Hey babe. I still have a lot more to do. You should probably head home and I’ll catch up later.” He said with a sigh, rubbing his eyes.

“Aww okay baby. Don’t overdo it, okay?” You say, giving Jaehyun a parting kiss.

You were sad to leave him behind because he looked so tired but you knew what he was working on was very important and he had to finish it before he was able to go home. You decided you were going to make him a nice meal for when he got home, that way he could have a full belly and be well-rested. You walked to the nearby market that was a short walking distance from work and bought some necessary ingredients and then took an Uber home. You were not about to use public transportation while carrying grocery bags. Once you got home, you started working right away. You made him some spicy kimchi stew and a few side dishes you knew were his favorite. You had sent him a text message to see if he knew when he would get home but he had not answered yet. You hoped you had enough time for a quick shower before he got home. You wanted to wear a very cute night gown to let him know he had options as to how he wanted the night to end. Wrapping your silk robe around your frame, you walk back to your kitchen and make sure the food is still warm and not overdone. You were startled by your doorbell ringing, knowing that Jaehyun had a key to your apartment and would never have to ring. You were confused as to who would visit you at this hour since it was close to ten pm. You cautiously make your way to your door and look through the peephole, even more confused with who is on the other side of the door.

“Chanyeol? What are you doing here?” You asked incredulously, not being able to think of a reason as to why he is at your home at this hour of the night. “I thought your flight left already?”

“I changed it for tomorrow. Can I come on?” He asked, looking around the hallway. You didn’t really want to invite him in, but you also did not want to stand in your doorway with flimsy clothing on for all your neighbors to see.

“Sure I guess.” You concede, moving out of the way and closing the door behind Chanyeol.

“Thanks. It smells good in here.” He said, sniffing the air.

“Chanyeol why are you here? These are not necessarily regular visiting hours.” You say, crossing your arms across your chest. Chanyeol tried not to look at your cleavage but it was hard since you looked great in that robe.

“Look, I know I have no right being here, but I am leaving and I just want to say that I am sorry for all the trouble I gave you.” He said, looking right at you.

“I think you already had this conversation with me Chanyeol. You can’t be here for too long.” You say, needing him to leave your apartment as soon as possible.

“I know. I just want to say it again and I hope you can forgive me for all the crap I did. I don’t want to interfere anymore in your life. But I just want you to know that if you ever want me back in your life, as friends! I would really like that.” He said, giving you a small smile that made you relax a little.

“Thanks Chanyeol. Look, I don’t hate you or anything. And I am genuinely happy that you are now doing what you love and I hope you keep being successful in it. I think friendship could be a possibility….. In the relative future.” You say with a giggle, making Chanyeol laugh.

“Fair enough.” He said, looking at his watch. “I better get going, I need to be on my way. I should get at least a few hours of sleep before I head to the airport.” He says, standing awkwardly in the middle of your living room.

“Have a safe trip.” You say, not knowing what else to say.

“Okay this is plenty awkward. I’m going to head out now. Is it okay if I get a hug?” He asked, awkwardly holding his arms out.

“Sure I guess.” You agree with an eye roll.

You go in for the hug and hold your breath, nervous for whatever reason. You were just saying bye to an acquaintance/ sort of friend and old lover. You were not doing anything wrong. Chanyeol wrapped his arms tightly around you, missing the feeling of your body in his embrace. He sniffed your hair, commiting the scent to memory. He wished he could have appreciated you when he had you and it was now too late for him. Hopefully not completely late.

“What’s going on here?” Jaehyun asks, making you and Chanyeol break away from each other. You did not hear him open the door.

“Jaehyun!” You say breathless, your heart was hammering in your chest and you felt like you got caught doing something wrong.

Jaehyun was silent as he looked between the two of you, not knowing what to make of the situation.

“I was just leaving man. I just came by to say goodbye. Nothing else.” Chanyeol said defensively, not expecting Jaehyun to show up. But that did explain your attire.

“Well then I guess you better go.” Jaehyun said cooly, flexing his fingers in an attempt to calm himself and not punch Chanyeol.

“Okay.” Chanyeol said with a parting glance at you and a cold stare to Jaehyun.

The room was uncomfortably silent, a heavy feeling settling over the room. Jaehyun wasn’t looking at you, his back facing you and you could see his shoulders moving up and down with every breath he was taking.

“Jaehyun.” You say softly, trying to get him to look at you.

He finally looked over after a few seconds that felt like an eternity.

You sucked in a gasp at the cold, hard look in his eyes; something he never had before. Not with you anyway.

“Care to explain?” He asks, voice low.

“I know it might look bad, but I swear it was nothing. He stopped by to say goodbye because he goes back to Korea tomorrow morning. Nothing else.” You explain, taking a tentative towards him.

He takes a deep breath and looks at you before speaking again.

“Do you still have feelings for him?” He asks.

“What?” You ask, not knowing where this was coming from.

“Do you or do you not have feelings for him?” Jaehyun asked again, getting agitated and his voice raising slightly.

You stared at him, wide-eyed and not knowing what to say. Of course you did not have any feelings for Chanyeol. So why the fuck could you not say that out loud?

Jaehyun scoffed and shook his head, not really believing what was happening right now.

“Jaehyun, I don’t have any feelings for him.” You explain, placing your hand on his arm.

“Then why did you hesitate to answer?” He questions, moving away from your touch.

“I was just taken by surprise! Nothing else.” You say, chest heaving with anxiety.

“Really? Is that why you’ve been messaging with him? Why he’s been stopping by your office? Why you’ve been kind of jumpy and dodgy?” He pressed, trying not to get agitated.

You were stunned to silence, not knowing he had been aware of the messages from Chanyeol. You knew that you’ve been a little distant because of the guilt you had felt because of these mixed feelings ever since Chanyeol has been bombarding you in your workplace.

“Right.” He says after your long pause of silence. Jaehyun let out a sigh and wiped his hands down his face. “I’m going to get my stuff.” Jaehyun says, going into your bedroom to get his belongings.

You stood there in silence as you heard Jaehyun packing his things, your heart felt like it was breaking and you did not know how to stop him. He seemed so upset and you do not know how this evening took a turn for the worse.

Jaehyun came out of your room holding a duffle filled with his clothes, stopping right in front of you before he left.

“If we are going to be together, I want you to be one hundred percent sure. No room for doubt. It looks like you might be confused right now, so I think it's better if we put an end to this.” He says, looking right into your eyes. You sucked in a breath, not expecting this to be happening right now. This relationship that you cherish so much, this person that you love, how could you be losing this? Jaehyun took your lack of answer as a silent agreement and headed for the door.

‘Say something! Stop him from leaving. Tell him you have no doubts!’ Your brain screamed. It seems like your mouth and feet were not receiving the signals, because you just stood there in silence as you watched the man you love walk out of your life.

“Oh, and one more thing.” Jaehyun says as he pauses in your door frame, looking back at your bewildered face. “You know that offer Namjoon gave you? I think it would be a good idea if you accept it.” He says, finally walking out of your home and closing the door behind him.

You stood in the middle of your living room for a few more minutes until your body finally caught up with your brain and with everything that just happened. You dropped to your knees and let out the sob that was stuck there since this night went to shit. An excruciating pain you had not felt before hit your chest and you crumpled inwards, hitting your chest repeatedly to ebb the pain away. Your screams and sobs were muffled by the rub beneath you, burying your face into it because you could not bear the pain in your chest. Your cries carried through your apartment, the emptiness in it bringing a new wave of cries, tears and sadness. You stood up and shaky legs and made your way to your bedroom, crumpling on your bed once you saw the absence of Jaehyun’s belongings. He was really gone. He did not leave anything behind. You lay your head on his pillow and inhale his scent that still lingered, the smell bringing a wave of fresh tears to your eyes and the pain in your chest intensified.

You could not sleep that night. You laid awake, blankly staring at the clock on your night stand. Every time you would drift off you jolted awake, thinking that what happened was all a bad dream. But once you realized it was all real, you broke down again. Your sobs echoing in your room and ricocheting from the emptiness in your heart. You glance at the clock and see that it is two am, which meant it was three pm in Korea. Namjoon did not leave the office until five, so you knew you could find him in his office. You cleared your throat and grabbed your phone to dial his number.

“Hey! I did not expect to hear from you at this hour. Isn’t it like two am over there?” Namjoon greets, happy to hear from you.

“Hey. I can’t sleep.” You pause, trying to hold your tears. “Um, I’m actually calling because I changed my mind. I’m not going to stay the full year in New York, I want to come back to Seoul and work on those projects you have for me.” You say, forcing a smile onto your face so you could fake sounding happy.

“Oh! Really? That’s great! What changed your mind?” He asks, curious as to why you want to come back but happy nonetheless.

“I just figured that there really is no reason to stay if everything I’m responsible for is done. Besides, my best friend is pregnant and I want to be there for her. And also because I miss you and I want to work on those projects you told me about.” Maybe faking your happiness won’t be so hard from here on out.

“That’s awesome! I’m so happy to hear that you’re coming back. When can you come back to Seoul so I can book your ticket.” He asks, browser already up on the airline’s website.

“Everything I need to do is done. Book me whatever flight is available for tomorrow.” You say, not seeing the point in dragging this out.

“Oh! So soon, okay. Give me a minute so I can see what is available.” Namjoon informs you. You can hear the fast clacking of the keys as he looked for a flight. “Okay. there is a flight at five pm. Does that work?” He asks.

“Yes, that’s fine.” You say, the reality of it all hitting you.

“Okay, I’ll email you the details.” He says before hanging up.

You sigh a shaky breath, the tears dry but the pain in your heart is still very much present. You get up from your bed and with shaky knees you make your way to your closet to start packing. You knew you were not going to be able to sleep so you might as well do something productive.

The sun was rising as you finished packing your belongings, having accumulated a few more things than what you arrived with. You were showered and packed, sitting at your kitchen table, cold cup of coffee in front of you. Your phone vibrated and you saw that it was Mina. You gulped and coughed before you answered, hoping your voice didn’t sound hoarse.

“Hey, I heard you were coming back to Seoul. What happened?” She asks. You were not aware that news traveled that fast.

“Mina…” You say, your voice breaking at the last letter of her naame.

“What? What's wrong? Are you crying?” She asks worried, not sure as to why you’re crying.

“Mina…” You say again, voice breaking into sobs.

She tried to placate you enough so she could understand what you were saying but it was no use. Your heart was broken and all you could do was sob into your phone, wishing this was all a nightmare.

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A Good Partner

Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: 18 & OVER!

A/N: A little smut with plot; commission for the homie @crystalizedcaramel

Summary: Tony hires you as a choregrapher for a flash mob idea involving the Avengers - apparently, Steve Rogers can’t dance.

There were many things in the world that Steve Rogers understood – microwave pizza rolls? That was a no brain for the man coined ‘out of time’, but the one thing he could get on board with or fully understand, was society’s obsession with flash mobs. With every ounce of his heart and brain, Steve could not fathom why anyone in their right mind would want to be apart of something so corny and cheesy – and he felt that was saying a lot coming from him; he was in fact the man who used to parade around in a silly outfit for people’s entertainment – a dancing monkey of his time. Yet, there was something so extremely annoying about people synchronizing a dance to perform in public – imagine an average joe going out for a quick coffee and being forced to watch someone pursuing another person to marry them with a dance routine.

“It's a ridiculous idea, and you have come up with your share.”

“Now, Rogers, if you are worried that you will have to wear tights, aren’t you used to it?”

“From what I heard, my ass looks great in tights,” Steve chirped. He held back a smile as he looked up from his cup of coffee and stared up at his long-time friend and teammate. “Listen, Tony, this sounds beyond ridiculous – why do we need to do this?”

Tony looked down at his watch and grinned. “Because it is Christmas and the local foster care center Pepper opened up is having a huge celebration for the children who have not received homes.” Guilt painted Steve’s face and Tony smiled with amusement, pointing a finger at the man. “Yup, I knew that would work; I really am a genius. Anyway, Rogers, practice in twenty in the gym – don’t be late.”

Steve watched as Tony gracefully waltzed out the room, but not before giving his friend a wink and a flash of that billion-dollar smile. Knowing there was no way out of this, Steve finished up his coffee and went to his room to change into more comfortable clothes.

…

You stood in front of the group of the Mightiest Heroes and decided that they in fact were great at dancing; the routine you had come up with was so simple, even two left feet Clint Barton could manage a simple dance except for one person in the group; Steve Rogers. It was the sixth run through Jingle Bells, and he stuck out like a devastating handsome sore thumb, stiff movements and a tight expression on his face all throughout the practice. It was a bit funny, but Tony Stark was not paying you for funny – he wanted this thing perfect and ready for the celebration Pepper Potts was cooking up, but he also had to know this whole idea was a bit silly and watching Captain America dance, only made it sillier.

“Okay,” you exhaled, turning off the music from your cell phone. “Let’s take a break, everyone is doing great.”

“Except, Rogers,” Clint smirked.

Steve frowned and mumbled something as he walked off toward the refreshment table. You held back a laugh as Clint and Sam began to mock the way their friend moved, making your way over to Steve. He was drinking water from a bottle and you casually tapped his shoulders, and when he turned his blue eyes flickered over to the group before relaxing back on you.

“So,” you grinned, bouncing on your heels. “We have some work to do, don’t we?”

Steve gave off a slight smile and sighed. “I never said I would be good at this type of dancing.”

“Oh, so you are good at some sort of dancing? Couldn’t tell from where I was standing,” you teased, eyeing his hips; you had noticed earlier, while you watched everyone practice that he had good hip movements – soft, assertive movements.

He laughed and again, looked over to his friends before shrugging. “I can slow dance.”

“Too bad this routine doesn’t include that, we have about less than two weeks to get this down,” you explained, hands resting on your waist. “Do you think you’re going to need more practice? Possibly one on one support?”

Steve’s eyes perked up and he grinned sheepishly. He had been very open about how he felt about this whole Christmas flash mob debacle, but he had promised Tony he’d at least try and when he had seen you walking in and being introduced as the choreographer – let’s just say he wasn’t actually putting his best foot forward. Steve figured two things would happen if you saw how terrible he was at dancing – either you would suggest pulling him out of the routine or offer to give him one on one lessons, it was a win-win for the man.

Putting down his water bottle, he scratched the back of his head and shrugged. “I might need some private lessons.”

…

“Oh, FUCK.”

“I know,” Steve growled, his lips pressed against your neck. Your legs were spread wide and his hips were thrusting, soft assertive thrusts against you. His cock was nestled deep inside your pussy, hands holding onto the edge of the table. After practice everyone left the gym except Steve and you, the two of you stayed behind and practiced the routine for a total of twenty minutes before you found yourselves fucking on top of the refreshment table. Your pants were still tangling off your left ankle and Steve’s gym shorts were around his, his bottom bare as he slammed harder as you grabbed a handful of his ass. With your other hand you held his head steady by his hair, your fingers gripping his locks tightly.

He groaned as you demanded for him to go faster. “I know you can move, I’m not stupid – I know a dancer when I see one.”

Steve laughed and kissed you on the mouth, biting down on your bottom lip. “I just needed a good partner; I think I found one.”

You moaned as his hand reached up under your shirt, his fingers pulled your bra down so he could touch your nipple. “I haven’t had a good partner in a while, a girl was feeling lonely.”

Steve grinned and cupped your breast, his movements slowing down as he kissed you again. “You won’t have to feel lonely anymore.”

Your eyes opened to two bright blue eyes and sighed, feeling him deep in you – in every way possible. He pushed more, and your eyes fluttered as he shook against you – then it happened for you, a surge of electricity flooded your insides, and everything went warm. Breathless, you touched the side of his face and smiled back at him. “Good.”

#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers #captain america x reader #lemon #steve x reader #marvel #marvel imagine #ivonnes imagine

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hansols-yoda-boxers · 4 years

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A Romantic Getaway

Jeonghan x Female Reader

Word Count: 2413

Contents: slight praise, breast play, oral (female receiving), unprotected riding

For @byeolbitsky there really is never a dull moment when you’re around is there? You have the wildest dreams and ideas and they ranged from incredibly cursed to just plain incredible. You keep us all on our toes. You’re always always there for us all, willing to lend an ear and talk something out and I thank you for that. Merry Christmas.

“Hannie, when you said we were going on a vacation…”

“It’s great, isn’t it?” Jeonghan had a grin on his face as he gazed around the cabin.

You grimaced. This wasn’t what you expected. Jeonghan finally got enough time off for the two of you to go on vacation and he picked… this. You really didn’t want to be ungrateful, he was paying for the whole trip and it was very generous of him, but you were really hoping from somewhere warm. Somewhere sunny where you could stretch out by the pool or walk along the beach with him. Somewhere tropical where it felt like summer every day. That sounded like a vacation to you.

Instead you were up in a cabin in the mountains. You weren’t even sure if the cabin had wifi. It concerned you that the power might go out while you were here. No one would know and you would just freeze to death. Or a bear could find the cabin. Could it knock down the door and get inside, looking for food and finding you instead? Really someone could murder you up here, it was so isolated and hidden. How long would it take for anyone to come looking for you if that happened?

As your mind considered all of the morbid possibilities your face must have given you away.

“You don’t like it,” Jeonghan frowned.

“I… don’t love it,” you replied, not wanting to hurt his feelings.

“You hate it.”

“Yeah, I hate it.”

He sighed, shaking his head. “I thought this would be romantic.”

“I mean, if getting murmured is romantic,” you muttered.

Jeonghan rolled his eyes. “We’re not going to get murdered.”

“Hannie, no one can hear us scream all the way up here,” you said seriously.

“Can you give it a chance to be romantic?” He asked. “I bet I can change your mind.”

You quirked an eyebrow at him. “I guess you can try, if the killer that lives in the woods doesn’t get us first.”

Jeonghan snorted and kissed your forehead. “Okay, well since that’s not going to happen, I’m going to bring in firewood and then start dinner.”

A smile tugged at your lips as he went outside. You were admittedly skeptical but you could at least try to enjoy it. Regardless of where you wanted to be you were here now. You wandered around the small cabin. It was well kept and cozy, so at least nothing was falling apart. You should have known it would be in good shape. It wasn’t as if Jeonghan would book just anywhere.

You found a wifi password and were surprised to find that it worked alright. It wasn’t the fastest but it did the trick. So at least you weren’t totally disconnected unless the power went out. Jeonghan was quick about getting the wood together and bringing it inside before heading to the kitchen. He insisted you rest, throwing you a wink as he mentioned that you may be able to repay him for the kindness later. You chuckled to yourself but stayed put, resting on the couch. It was sweet that he wanted to make this romantic for you.

You left your comfy spot on the couch only for the promise of food, wandering into the kitchen and smiling at the scene in front of you. Of course Jeonghan had gone out of his way to cook one of your favourites, setting the small table with roses in the center and candles. He sat across from you, chatting with you, catching up on any of the things you had run out of time to talk about with his busy schedule. His hand found yours any chance he got and the love in his gaze was only melting your heart further.

He insisted on cleaning up after dinner as well, sending you to the bedroom. You bit your lip at the pretty silk robe set out on the bed along with a note telling you to change. Another grin tugged at your lips as you heard the bath running. You had to admit, he really was making this romantic.

You changed into the silk robe, admiring yourself in the mirror before moving to the bathroom. It was warm from the hot water in the tub, though it seemed Jeognahn had slipped back out to the living room after drawing it up for you. You let the robe slip off of you and climbed into the tub. The water soothed any aches in your body as you relaxed, cleaning off slowly and trying not to fall asleep. It was so warm and comforting but drowning in the bath would not be a good way for the holiday to go.

You eventually pulled yourself out of the tub, drying yourself off with the fluffy towels before wrapping yourself in your robe again and wandering out of the bathroom. The cabin was much darker but there was light flickering from the living room. You made your way out, a small gasp falling from your lips as you took in the candles lighting the living room and the roaring fire in the fireplace. You moved around the couch and you couldn’t help the mix of amusement and arousal that ran through you.

Jeonghan was laying on his side on a soft, fluffy rug he’d laid down. His silk robe complimented yours and was tied onto him only loosely, slipping off his shoulder. He had one of the roses caught between his teeth. The scene would have been funny but the way the firelight illuminated his features, making him look like a work of art, and the heated gaze he had you caught in, had heat pooling in the pit of your stomach, your bottom lip caught between your teeth. Jeonghan smirked and beckoned you closer and you moved towards him, sinking to your knees in the soft rug.

You pulled the rose from his teeth gently as he sat up close to you. “I told you this could be romantic.”

“I mean,” you grinned. “We could still b-”

He quieted you with a kiss pressed to your lips.

“I’m about to make love to you, angel. Please don’t ruin the moment.”

You giggled as he caught you in another kiss, pressing you back into the soft rug. His kisses stayed slow, though they were dizzying, so full of love it made your heart swell. His fingers playing through your hair gently, then cupping your face as he deepened the kiss. His tongue slipped past your lips and you sighed, tangling your fingers into his hair.

A slow burning passion started to enter his kisses. He kept a hand on your face, fingers falling into your hair as his other hand grabbed at your waist. You let out a soft gasp against his lips as he tugged you close to him, his hips rolling into yours slowly. You held him close to you, getting slowly more and more worked up from his movements, his soft caress on your face, his firm grip on your waist.

Your head fell back into the soft rug gently as Jeonghan pressed kisses down your neck. “You really are gorgeous, angel,” he hummed against your skin. “A work of art. I’m so lucky to have all to myself this week. I want to focus on nothing but you.”

You let out a soft sigh as Jeonghan’s hands slid to the tie on your robe. His hands undid the knot gently, pushing the fabric off of your chest, his lips still kissing down your body. He let his hands find your waist and they slid up slowly before cupping your breasts and kneading them gently.

“Is it selfish that I wanted you all to myself?” He mused against your skin. “That I’m excited to spend the week wrapped in each other and no one or nothing else?”

Your answer was a moan as he wrapped his lips around one of your nipples. You arched up towards him, pressing into his mouth and his fingers that had moved to roll the other nipple slowly between them. He ran his tongue over your sensitive bud, earning a small gasp from the quick flicking movements. Your fingers dug into his hair and your eyes slide shut as you sighed and moaned from the small shocks of pleasure the rushed through you from his every movement.

He kissed across your chest, taking your other nipple between his lips and tugging on the other gently. A moan passed your lips as you ran your fingers through his hair. He sucked just a little more harshly to draw more pretty sounds from lips before he trailed his own lower. He left kisses and sweet murmurs against your skin as he moved to your hips. He sucked at your skin lightly before pressing your thighs apart, and settling himself between them.

“I think I must be the luckiest man alive to have you,” he murmured.

“You’re being cheesy,” you hummed, a smile playing at your lips.

“I’m in love with you,” he replied. “I can’t even bring myself to tease because of how badly I want to taste you.”

You felt heat rush to your cheeks but all that came from your lips in response was a moan. Jeonghan’s tongue dragged languidly through your folds before circling your clit at a steady pace. Your fingers dug tightly into his hair again as your other hand found purchase in the soft fibers of the rug.

His fingers gripped your thighs tightly and he let out a low groan against your core as he worked his tongue around your clit. Your hips rocked against his face and moans started to pass your lips as he sucked the sensitive bud between his plush lips. You felt your core clenching around nothing and you whined, tugging his hair.

“Do you want more, angel?” He murmured.

“Please,” you breathed.

He pressed his face in again, this time teasing your entrance. He gathered some of your arousal on his tongue, groaning at the taste, before plunging his tongue into your core. Your hips bucked up sharply as a moan cascaded from your lips and Jeonghan held you tight to his face.

His tongue explored your heat, each curl and thrust spending shocks of pleasure curling up your spine. Your held his face in close, your fingers tangled through his hair, as he eat you out hungrily, greedily, like he hadn’t eaten in weeks. More moans vibrated against your core as he lost himself in the sensation of you, the way you overpowered his senses. His tongue curled into a spot that drew a wanton moan from your lips.

“Fuck, there,” you moaned. “Do that again.”

You swore you felt his lips curl into a smile as he repeated the motion. You felt your legs starting to tremble, a coil tightening in your core as he worked his tongue against your sweet spot quickly. Quick babbles of his name started to mix with the moans and pants as he kept his relentless pace.

You came with a loud moan, your body releasing. Your hips bucked up roughly as euphuria washed over your senses, leaving your body shaking and your chest heaving.

You watched Jeonghan as he lifted himself from between your legs, and the sight was nearly enough to have you cumming again. The firelight glinted off your juices, glistening on his chin. His hair was disheveled mess from your grip. His breathing was heavy and his gaze hungry as he drank in the sight of you.

“If I could have one image burned into my retinas for eternity,” he spoke, his voice low and smooth. “It would be this. The sight of you so overcome with bliss.” He let his fingers card through your hair as you pressed into his touch. “The sight of you already fucked out from just my tongue alone.”

A grin formed on your lips. “Maybe you should give me your cock too, see if that sight is better.”

A smirk tugged at his lips. “God I love you.”

You giggled as Jeonghan pulled you up with him. He sat on the couch and pulled you to straddle his hips. As you raised yourself he let out a groan.

“The sight of you like this, your silhouette.” His fingers squeezed at your hips. “You really are a masterpiece.”

A smile played at your lips as you gazed at him, aligning yourself with his cock. You let yourself slowly sink onto him, matching moans falling from both of your lips.

Jeonghan slid his hands onto your ass, kneading your soft skin as you leaned in to kiss him. It was filled with the same passion as before, now a bright flame as you started to grind down on him. Your kisses became open mouthed and messy between moans, your hands finding his shoulders and bracing yourself on them.

His hands squeezed at your ass and his head fell back as you started to bounce on his cock. Each movement sent pleasure rushing through you and had moans mixed with his name falling from your lips. You set a quick pace, your mind focused on finding the spot that would have you crying out with bliss.

“You feel so f-fucking good,” he moaned.

“You d-” your words fell off into a gasp his cock hit your sweet spot. Your grip on his shoulders tightened and your hips came down on his faster. Jeonghan brought his hips up to meet yours with each thrust as you both started to chase your highs. His moans climbed higher into his voice, becoming breathy as his movements grew sloppy.

Jeonghan released into you with a cry, ropes of hot cum filling you to the brim. The feeling sent you over your own edge again. Pure ecstasy coursed through your body as you shook and rode out your orgasm on his cock, before collapsing into his chest.

You laid there, both of your panting as his arms wrapped around you lazily. He rested his cheek on the top of your head.

“That was fantastic,” he breathed. “You’re fantastic.”

“Only because you’re so damn good to me,” you mumbled.

“Then I’ll only be better and better. Though,” you could hear the slight grin in his voice. “I didn’t see you when you came, we really do have to do this again so I can compare.”

You giggled. “We have all week.”

#Seventeen #seventeen imagines #seventeen smut #Svt #svt smut #svt imagines #jeonghan #jeonghan smut #jeonghan imagines #yoon jeonghan #christmas 2019

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silver--storms · 4 years

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Dive in.

This is sort of a mix between a follow up to my “Eat Your Heart Out” HC and a recent request from an anon

“ Can you please write a fluffy-smut one-shot kind of ordeal about the reader being a plus size woman and she starts to get hate but Josh expresses to her just how beautiful she is? “

I hope you like it and that this was close to what you had in mind when you said “fluffy-smut”, as always please let me know what you think!! :)

Warnings: This is some smutty smut, obviously 18+ oral and unprotected sex.

From the moment you started dating Josh, it was pretty apparent he had no “type” or any hang ups on the physical attributes of his partners.

Josh was the first feminist guy you had ever dated, he was very open minded when it came to body positivity and praised people’s differences.

His ability to have so much love and acceptance for all different types of people, even strangers, was in the weirdest way….sexy.

Josh always praises you, especially when he can sense you are feeling insecure, he showers you in compliments.

You try not to let your insecurity about your size get to you, but sometimes you just can’t help it, you often wished you were able to see yourself like Josh saw you.

Sometimes he’ll catch you looking in the mirror, pinching and pulling at your clothes. Looking at yourself and feeling the weight of society on your shoulders, picking yourself apart little by little.

He walks up behind you, hooking his arms around your midsection, rubbing up and down your sides.

He nuzzles his chin in the crook of your neck, slowly lifting his hand to gently whisk away your curls and places tender kisses to your cheek.

Josh whispers affirmations to you, always careful with his words, never placing too much importance on superficial qualities.

He focuses more on how beautiful your eyes are, how your smile could shine in a room full of people and how great you look in your new burgundy dress.

He makes you feel beautiful even when you’re at your lowest. Always making you feel appreciated and valued in every way. When it came to being intimate, there was no exception.

When the two of you are alone, there isn’t an inch of you his hands don’t meet, the sensation of his fingertips tickling your skin is enough to send shivers down your spine.

Josh memorizes every curve and stretch mark like braille, he reads your body like an open book, always knowing when to stop and when to keep going.

He loves to tease you by biting and sucking your inner thighs, his bated breath hovering over your heat, making you desperate for his touch.

He decides to make you wait, continuing his pattern by leaving a trail of kisses up your stomach, marking up your soft skin by gently biting down.

Eventually he makes his way up to you, kissing you deeply, the taste of him crashing against you makes you literally drip with excitement.

He lingers over you, holding eye contact, you feel his finger run through your center, spreading your lips as he enters you.

Josh knows how to work you up good for him, switching between playing with your clit and inserting his fingers, you feel yourself pulsate beneath his touch.

When he finally inserts two fingers, you moan against his chest, hard and fast he begins to pick up his pace, jolting you with pleasure.

Josh latches on to your breast, swirling his tongue around your nipple and flicking it between his teeth.

Your hands get tangled in his curls as you start to pull him down and guide him back down between your legs.

Josh takes the hint, he re-positioned himself over your center and wastes no time diving in.

You love when Josh eats you out, he hits all the right places, eliciting sounds and sensations you’ve never experienced before with any other partner.

He sucks at your labia, licking up all of your juices with long and steady strokes of his tongue running through your folds.

“Fuck babe, your pussy tastes so sweet.” he exclaims, moving to your clit, he focuses in with rapid and precise movements with the tip of his tongue.

With every stroke, you feel yourself getting closer and closer. In attempts to stay in control, you buck your hips against his face and try to hold back quiet yelps.

But when Josh wraps his arms around the outside of your legs, placing his hands on your hips and rocks you into his tongue, it is game over.

Unable to contain yourself any longer, you let out a series of deep and explicit moans that trail off into screams.

Josh feels your back start to arch, bracing himself as you fall over the edge of your first orgasm and cum against his tongue.

He lets you ride out your high, cleaning up your cum with his mouth and humming against your sensitive and overstimulated center.

You feel yourself almost go numb, pleasure ripping through your entire body, breathless and satisfied you release Josh from your clenched legs.

He laughs, giving you one last kiss against your clit, “You good?” he said in a cheeky tone and a cocky smirk.

You just nodded, unable to form a sentence as you tried to regain your composure.

Looking down at him, you watched as Josh gave himself a couple strokes, his fingers sliding up and down his thick, hard cock in a tantalizing motion.

Mesmerized, you felt a hunger grow again between your legs, you were throbbing and ready to go again.

Eagerly, you grabbed him, pulling him back down on top of you, wrapping your legs around him as an invitation and he took it.

Josh slid one hand between the two of you, lining himself up with your opening and slowly pushing himself inside you.

Even though you had been with Josh for a while now, he still took time to adjust to, you weren’t used to his level of girth.

The familiar sting as his cock stretched you out, the smell of his sweat and the taste of his lips were enticing enough to make you want to cum again, but you held back.

Josh wasted no time, starting with long and deep thrusts. Feeling him pull almost all the way out and slam back into you until he bottoms out drove you crazy.

You held onto his back for stability while he rocked into you, causing you to jolt up and down against the sheets.

Josh kept up that steady pace effortlessly for a while, the pleasure was so overwhelming, he was at the perfect angle.

The tip of his cock vigorously rubbing up against your g-spot, you started to scream his name, it was all you could do to hold back tears of pleasure.

The both of you moaned together, Josh’s tone becoming more strained, you could tell he was close when he started whispering “fuck, baby. Ohh, shit.”

On the edge of your next orgasm, you started to grind hard and fast against him, matching his rhythm.

Josh sputtered, his pace becoming erratic, he started to pant and groan as you felt his body tense up.

“Oh fuck, you feel..” he paused, slamming his hips into you a few more times, “So..fucking good” he continued, letting out a long groan.

The two of you came together, feeling the warm sensation of his cum coat your walls and your nectar drip down your legs.

Josh laid there on your chest, the two of you trying to catch your breath, giggling together and exchanging soft but exasperated kisses.

Completely enamored, his eyes panning up and down your naked body.

Taking in the view, he flashed a big cheesy grin and delicately rubbed his thumb over your lips, in a hushed voice he said, “You are so beautiful, y/n.”

You knew he meant it and for the first time in your life, you actually believed it.

#josh kiszka #greta van fleet #josh kiszka fic #josh gvf #my writing #greta van fleet fic #smut

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avengerscompound · 5 years

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That Kid You Knew - Chapter 7

That Kid You Knew: An Iron Man Fanfic

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Warning: Smut (vaginal sex)

Word Count: 2425

Pairing: Tony Stark x F!Reader

Summary: You had grown up knowing Tony Stark but as you’d gotten older you’d lost track of him. When you see him at a party you have a drug-fueled one-night-stand with him.

10 years later he finds you again and has to come to terms with the fact he’s been a father all the time.

Chapter 7

Tony browsed the selection of necklaces and pendants at Bvlgari. Jewelry was a little cliché he knew and normally he’d just pay someone to figure this out with him. But Owen had wanted to go and choose something for you for your birthday and Tony really just loved it when he was asked to help his son.

“Dad, do you like this one? I think mom would like it. It’s not too over the top.”

Tony smiled and strolled over to the little display case of engagement rings. Even though he had basically been living with you for the last eight months, and he’d had Owen in his life for over a year and a half, he still loved every time he had to be the dad. “Those are engagement rings. You’re not proposing to your mom.”

“I didn’t mean from me. I meant from you.” Owen said and nudged him.

“Woah, what?” Tony said. His heart started hammering in his chest and he tapped his fingers on his right arm as panic started to rise up in him. “Did your mom say something to you about wanting to get married?”

“No,” Owen answered. “But… I don’t know. She never got anything normal or … I dunno… like in a storybook. It’s just been me and her and now you’re here and I think she’ll be okay with whatever happens, but she’s always just okay with things. She never gets to be the special one.” He frowned and shrugged. “If you don’t wanna marry her that’s okay I guess. I just thought ... you seem happy together. It would be cool if you got married.”

“Things aren’t always that simple, O.” He said, peering into the glass display case. “I’m bad at this kind of thing. I don’t think the normal way works for me.”

“It wouldn’t be the normal way,” Owen said.

Tony didn’t say anything for a moment before he laughed and shook his head. “Guess you’re right.”

“You don't have to. I just thought…” He shrugged and began looking at the bracelets.

Tony looked down the engagement rings, all sparkling up at him in their white gold and diamond. There had to be worse reasons to ask someone to marry him than because his son told him to, but he was blanking to find one of them. Besides he had never really pictured himself as a husband. Live-in lover, sure. But actual on paper husband? That was just asking for trouble.

He’d never seen himself as a father either, though. And yet here he was and being Owen’s dad was the best thing that had ever happened to him. He loved you. He knew that. If he was going to marry anyone it would be you. And Owen was right, you never got to be the special one. A wedding could be your chance to be the center of attention. It would show you that he was serious about you and the fact he did see this as a family.

“You’d be okay with that? If I asked her?” Tony asked.

Owen’s face lit up. “Really? Yes! Oh, my god.” He rushed over and slammed into Tony’s side.

“Woah, there, killer,” Tony said wrapping his arms around him.

“What kind of ring are you going to get? I don’t think mom would want something too crazy. But it should be nice.” Owen babbled. “How will you ask? You gotta do it just right.”

“Hey, hey, calm down.” Tony laughed. “First of all, if you’re going to get an engagement ring, the trick is to start with the perfect diamond and build the band around it. As for the how; maybe you can help me with that.”

You sank down into the whirlpool bath, in the marble bathroom of your suite with a sigh. Tony had gone all out for your birthday. Flying you in his private jet to Paris. Booking a penthouse suite in a hotel in the middle of the city with its own private terrace that wrapped right around the suite so you had 360-degree views of the whole city.

It had four bedrooms and Owen was currently crashed out in one of them while you unwound from the extremely long day you’d spent jetlagged in the city.

You had been on your feet all day doing extremely touristy things. You didn’t care one bit. You went to the Louvre and ate bread and cheese with coffee at cafés, and wandered the shops telling Tony that, no, he did not actually have to buy you every single thing you admired.

It had ended with dinner at Le Jules Verne, located in the Eiffel Tower. It was so cliché, but there was no way you could ever have done anything like that if it wasn’t for Tony, so you just let yourself enjoy every cheesy moment. Also, the 7-course tasting menu that started with a crab dish and ended on two different desserts was nothing to turn your nose up to.

Though, if you were really honest with yourself, probably the highlight was just getting to hear Tony speak French with everyone. Who would have thought he’d bring out a language kink?

Now, you were just trying to relax and soothe your aching muscles.

After a little while of you enjoying the jets Tony joined you in the bathroom. “That looks pretty good.” He said as he stripped off his clothes.

“It’s very nice.” You teased and blocked his entry with your leg. “Too bad you’re not invited.”

Tony made an exaggerated sigh and clutched at his chest. “You wound me. I guess no foot rub for you.”

You laughed and moved your leg, letting him in. “If a foot rub is up for offer.”

Tony sank into the water with a sigh. He took a moment to just enjoy the jets, before lifting your leg up into his lap and massaging the arches of your feet. You moaned and let your head fall back on the edge of the tub.

“Did today wear you out too much?” He asked.

“Mmm, maybe just a little. There was a lot of walking and the jetlag.” You said. “You know you don’t have to do this kind of thing for me, right? I mean, I know it’s not that big of a deal for you, but I’m fine with just pizza at home.”

“You wouldn’t be saying that if you’d heard Owen. Dad, you gotta make it big. She never does stuff just for her. She’s always wanted to go to France. Come on, dad. Dad!” Tony teased.

“What? You mean this wasn’t even your idea?” You said, faking outrage.

“Nope. If it was up to me, we’d be at home watching old movies, eating take-out, and -” He pulled you into his lap and wrapped his arms around your waist. “- I’d be letting you have your way with me.”

You yelped and wrapped your legs around his waist. “Who says I’d be wanting to have any way with you?”

He nudged your chin up with his nose and started kissing your throat. You wrapped your arms around his neck and rolled your hips against him. “Hmm…” He hummed against your skin. “Who are you kidding? You’d have me every single way you could.”

His lips teased over yours and you leaned in, flicking your tongue over the corner of his mouth before bringing your lips to his. You kissed deeply and passionately as you rolled your hips against him, his cock hardening against your pussy.

You pulled back and looked down at him. “I’m not fucking you in the bath.”

He smirked. “Guess the bath is done then.” He said and stood, holding you wrapped around him. You squealed as he stepped out of the tub and set you on your feet.

“Damn it. I was enjoying that bath.” You said as he let the water out. You grabbed a towel and wrapped it around yourself.

“I’ll make it up to you,” Tony said as he grabbed his own towel and wrapped it low around his lips. He picked you up again and carried you to the opulent king-sized bed and tossed you onto it. You bounced on the mattress and scrambled back up the bed.

He stalked over the mattress toward you like a lion about to go in for the kill. “No, Tony!” You squealed, backing away from him giggling.

“Yes, Tony.” He smirked, grabbing your ankle and pulling you back.

He started to kiss his way up the inside of your leg and you shook your head. “Nu-uh.”

Tony’s eyes fluttered as he slowly pressed software kisses into the inside of your calf. “Yes, Tony?”

You started giggling again and shook your head.

“Yes, Tony?” He teased, moving up higher on your leg and sucking on the inside of your thigh.

You shook your head again, biting your bottom lip.

Tony sighed dramatically and dropped your leg. “Oh well, too bad I guess.”

You pounced on him, pushing him back on the bed and kissing him hard. He wraps his arms around you and bunched his hands in your hair. You sucked on his bottom lip and he ground his cock up against you. You straddled his lap, pressing his cock against your pussy and rocking against it.

He propped himself up and started sucking on your breasts.

“Say something in French,” You groaned as you rocked against his cock.

“J'ai envie de toi.” He groaned and sucked on one nipple and sucking it into a hardened peak. “Tu me fais bander.” He growled before moving to the next nipple.

You moaned loudly and let your head fall back, giving him full access to you.

He grabbed your hips and suddenly thrust up into you. You gasped and dug your fingers into his back. “Yes, Tony!” You moaned.

He chuckled. “See. Yes, Tony.” He teased and started thrusting up into you.

You moved together. You rocking in his lap while he thrust hard up into you. Tony couldn’t stop kissing you. His lips never left your skin as he moved them from your lips to your neck, down along your collarbone and to your breasts. Your body buzzed and warmth spread through you. More than that, you felt connected. Loved even. This wasn’t just recreational fucking that you and Tony usually do. It was lovemaking.

“J'adore être à l'intérieur de toi.” He whispered against your ear as his fingers go to your clit and he circles over it.

You started to pant. “Oh, fuck. Fuck, Tony.” You babbled as you felt your climax bearing down on you. “I’m gonna come!”

“That’s it, honey. Come for me. You know I love it.” He purred as he held you tightly against him.

You let go. Your orgasm consuming you. You clung to him through it, biting into his shoulder. The way your pussy pulsed and clenched around him, milked his cock as he came deep inside you.

You both collapsed down on the bed and Tony curled himself up against you and nuzzled into your neck. “Happy birthday, honey.”

You hummed and pecked his lips. “Thank you, Tony. It’s been really special.”

“You are special.” He said, softly. “I know we didn’t really have a conventional start, but I really love you. I feel like with you I’m the person I’m supposed to be.”

You ran your fingers through his hair, a soft smile playing on your lips. “You’re a good man, Tony Stark. I’m really glad you came back into my life.”

The following day Tony slipped out of bed early to make you breakfast. There was a private chef provided with the room, but Tony wanted to do this himself. While he was burning the omelet Owen came in.

“Dad! You can’t give her that!” He said, coming over and looking in the pan.

“I know! I know! What is wrong with me? I can actually cook you know?” Tony said, tipping the whole thing into the trash.

“Just… order something up. Mom likes how it’s just bread and fruit here anyway.” Owen said.

“Right. You’re right.” Tony said. “Smart.”

He put in an order for baguettes with jam, honey, and butter, cafe o’ lait, fresh fruit and mimosas sent up.

They set it up on the terrace overlooking the Eiffel tower.

“You got the ring?” Owen asked.

“Yeah. Yep.” Tony said, patting his jacket pocket. “I think I’m ready.”

“I’ll go wake her up,” Owen said.

He ran inside and Tony paced the terrace. You came out looking bleary-eyed and a little disoriented.

“There’s my beautiful girlfriend.” Tony teased as you took a seat and went straight for the coffee.

“Hush you.” You grumbled.

Tony laughed as he sat down opposite you, taking a drink from his mimosa.

“Can you believe we’re in France, mom?” Owen asked, as he almost bounced in his seat.

“I can not. I don’t think I’ll even believe it once we go home again.” You said. “Are you going to eat, bud?”

“Yeah, yeah.” He said grabbing some of the bread and tearing it open. “Hey, mom, what’s that building?” He asked pointing behind you.

“You’re kinda asking the wrong person.” You said turning in your seat. “Uhh, I think it might be the Musée d’Orsay.” You said. “Tony?”

Tony took the queue kneeling in front of you and taking your hand. You turned back to him and a look of confusion on your face. His heart was hammering and it felt like time had stopped. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the ring box, flicking it open to show you the round cut diamond ring set in platinum with two brilliant-cut side diamonds.

Owen started bouncing in his seat, practically buzzing with excitement and when Tony said your name you started to blink like you were about to cry.

“Honey,” Tony said gently, stroking his thumb over the back of your hand “We have the most backward relationship ever. But I don’t regret anything. You are so … amazing. I love you and I want our family to be a family. Will you marry me?”

You opened your mouth like you were going to say something but all that came out was a squeak. When your words fail you, you started nodding frantically.

Owen jumped up and pumped his fist in the air. “Yes!” He cheered.

Tony slid the ring on your finger and stood up, pulling you into a deep kiss, his heart finally steadying its pace.

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