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krystalcat · 4 months

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Keep It To Myself

ღ Pairing: Jeong Yunho x fem!Reader

ღ Genre: Smut, angst

ღ Word count: 5,4k

ღ Warnings: cheating, toxic relantionship, voyeurism, reader is Yunho's lover,fwb with Mingi, unprotected sex (big no), creampie, fingering, oral (giving and receiving), dom!Yunho, sub!reader, yunho is massive, pet names(bunny), repressed feelings, praise kink, dacryphilia, rough sex?, lots of teasing, a sprinkle of degradation?, lmk if I forgot anything

ღ Summary: It's hard to keep your hands to yourself when someone like him crossed paths with you. Too bad he wasn't yours to begin with, but it's not like he cared anyways.

ღ Notes: This is the first time I'm writing smut fanfics. It's also been a long time since I've written anything. I hope you like it and I'm very open to (constructive) criticism! Also, English is not my first language and I haven't proofread this, so it's very possible to have grammatical mistakes or sentences that don't make much sense in English. I also got inspired by Elise's Keep It To Myself, so check that out! I'm also not entirely happy with how this turned out, but I figured it was best to post it before rewriting the plot for the 3rd or 4th time lol

ღ Disclaimer: This is only fiction, by writing this I am not trying to represent the member(s) in any way.

You tried studying in peace, but it was difficult when your roommate and his girlfriend were arguing for what it felt like the fiftieth time that week. After months, you still didn’t get used to it.

Despite not being close friends, you didn't think Yunho was the problem, since there was never gossip in your group of him being a toxic person, and the more passionate fights you heard, it was confirmed.

You saw his girlfriend’s behaviour regarding their relationship and Yunho: restricting who he spoke to, deleting his girl friends’ contacts on his phone, getting angry if he doesn’t answer quickly. You’d sometimes even laugh to yourself, saying she was another roommate - the only difference between her and you being the unpaid rent - so those atitudes weren’t hard to miss.

Hell, sometimes you even wondered how she never made a fuss of him having another woman as his roommate, at least you never heard an argument about that.

What bugged you the most was why the hell he wouldn’t break up with her, because he does recognize she’s not a good girlfriend, his screams coming from the kitchen confirm that. Their arguments have just gotten more frequent and boorish over time.

But now it wasn't only their fights that made you distracted. You would be lying if you said you didn't have a slight crush on Yunho when you first became roommates, always so polite and gentle whenever you both were in your home. But that's just him being nice and a good person, and after he had gotten a girlfriend you knew your feelings had to go away, which wasn't particularly easy since you both shared a house, but you still managed to do it.

The problem now? They came back stronger than ever. You knew that if you spent more than five minutes in the same room as him, you’d leap onto his arms and his girlfriend would literally kill you. Why? For the past two weeks or so right after they fight, they have some sort of angry-make-up sex, making you unable to control your fantasies.

Hearing Yunho’s groans and moans for the past days made you start having a sexual attraction towards him, and pleasuring yourself to them has been your guilty pleasure. You knew it was wrong, no amount of problems with her would make it okay for him to cheat, but God, the things you would do to switch places with her on that bed.

In the middle of the day, you would suddenly imagine the most filthy and nasty scenarios that made you crave those hands on your cunt, those lips on your breasts and his cock pounding deep inside you. You were addicted to something you hadn’t even try before.

You put down the pencil you were holding when you heard moans coming from Yunho’s room - his moans. Quietly making your way to your bed, you took your shorts and panties off, then laying on your bed.

“F-Fuck, Jiyeon” His faint deep groans sent a shiver down your spine. You suppressed your moans as you rubbed circles on your clit, adjusting your pace to the volume of Yunho’s moans, imagining it was you who made him feel that good and all the indecent things you would let him do to you.

Despite everything, you swore to yourself you’d keep this desire to yourself, that you would never flirt or makes moves on Yunho while was on a relationship.

But that is so fucking hard when he didn’t help you to repress your yearnings at all.

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While binge watching your favorite show, you see Yunho walking out from his room, completely dressed up: white buttoned-up shirt adorned with a black tie, black oxfords and pants that matched his dark blue suit. He checked himself out on the mirror in the living room, “I’m going out and probably won’t come back until tomorrow noon”.

“Got it” Your attention returned to the screen in front of you, hearing his shoes clicking on the floor and the front door shutting.

After maybe a episode or two, you heard the front door opening, hearing Yunho knocking his shoes on the entrance. You turned your head around to be met with a pissed Yunho.

“Didn’t realize it was tomorrow already” You snorted as he entered his room, gaining a grunt from him.

He went back to the living room, standing in front of the tv. You’d probably roll your eyes, if he wasn’t with the first four buttons unbuttoned. My God were you really malfunctioning just because of a little cleavage? You had no shame at all, “Yn I’m not in the mood for jokes right now”.

Quickly admiring his figure, you tried your best to not look affected by his looks, “Do you want to vent or need advice? If not, let me watch my show” His fingers massaged his temples, making him sigh.

“It’s nothing much, but would you really listen to me?” He sat next to you, positioning his elbows on his knees and turning his head to you, you paused you show and sat in a more comfortable position, your body facing his. Now this was unexpected, Yunho was always a reserved person who didn’t want to bother other people with his problems.

“She was supposed to meet me almost two hours ago for dinner and she’s not answering my texts or calls. We aren’t in the best terms lately and I’m scared, for us and her as well”

“Do you know were she might have gone?” He shook his head lightly, “Look, I don’t want to be rude, you don’t have to answer me, but why are you even with her?” He gazed into your eyes, opening his mouth to speak, only to close it again and divert his gaze from yours.

“I’ll have some drinks” He got up, “I’m not mad at you for asking that, I just need to clear my thoughts” He grabbed the keys he had previously left on the kitchen table, heading to his way out.

The butterflies in your stomach meant you should leave him alone, that you shouldn’t spend any sort of quality time together with him, it would melt your mind, making you bound to do something stupid. At the same time, you were worried Yunho would get himself in trouble, that he would let’s his emotions get the best of him, and you couldn’t bear something happening to him.

“Absolutely not” You got up from the couch heading towards his direction.

“I just want to be alone”

“Yeah but I’m not letting you go through that door”You crossed your arms as he stared back at you, “We don’t need to talk further, but stay here for a moment to collect your thoughts, I don’t want you to do something you’ll regret tomorrow, ok?”

He looked at you, to his feet, then getting up and going to his room. You sat back down, diverted your gaze and resumed the show, thinking he would disregard your words and go on with his life.

“What are you watching?” You jolted a little when he sat next to you - maybe a little too close for your liking, stomach doing flips and cheeks heating up - now dressed in black sweatpants and a white t-shirt.

And that’s how you two got closer, dangerously too close, because if being in the same room with him before was hard, now it was arduous. You both would now steal little glances at each other, he would flash you little smiles. When Jiyeon wasn’t there, you’d both tease each other while doing mundane tasks, which was mostly borderline flirting.

Also by some miracle the huge fights stopped, only small arguments here and there. Maybe Yunho did it out of respect for you and the conversation you both had that day, maybe Jiyeon just happened to be in a good temper, who knows. Everything seemed perfect: their relationship was great, no more angry sex, so that attraction towards Yunho disappeared and you had no more guilt looming over your head.

However, after that step forward, you took 100 steps back, because you were now having actual feelings towards Yunho. His smile brightens the room, his touch sends waves down your spine, his presence makes you feel giddy, his teases and flirts make your heart flutter. You had no idea how you got yourself in this situation, perhaps getting closer to him was the last thing you should’ve done to the greater of your sanity.

Your heart spoke louder than your mind, since you couldn’t distance from him once again, not now when you both are friends, and you know what a gentleman and nice person he is, you loved having him around.

What was your next move then? Getting someone else to replace your attraction towards Yunho, which you found quite hard, since you didn’t know many guys, let alone the ones that are both single and decent. Maybe that was a shitty move from you, but it’s still way better than playing around with someone who’s committed.

Lucky you, a few days later Yunho’s friends - who you already knew - came over to play some video games with him, and one of them ditched the hangout to make some moves on you.

“Sooo, are you single?” He asked, leaning on the wall as you made some noodles for dinner.

You laughed at his question, “You know I am Mingi” The tall guy approached you, “Just making sure, I find it hard that a beautiful woman like you is all alone”

“You sure know how to flatter someone” You giggled, turning your head to him with a smirk on your face “What do you want Mingi?” His confident attitude dropped as he widened his eyes, making you laugh lightly “Cat got your tongue? I know you want something, I just want to know what it is”

He cleared his throat, then asking “I-If I asked you if you want to go out with me, would you say yes?” without looking at you. You did not expect him to say something like that, and thought about it for a little: while you wanted to forget Yunho, you couldn’t use one of his friends as a toy, even you had limits.

“L-Look Mingi I think you’re cute, but I’m not ready for something serious and-” He interrupted you, “I thought about something more casual, if you know what I mean.” You let out a ‘oh’ “I-It’s totally okay if you don’t want, but since we’re both single and as I imagine frustrated, I thought why not...?” He clarified, still not making eye contact with you.

“Why not try?” He shot his head up at you, eyes wide and a slight smile on his face, “Really?” You nodded, “Do you want to go out tomorrow or do you think it’s too quick?” He asked. You approached him, gluing your body on his and wrapping your arms around his neck, “Tomorrow seems good”

He snaked his arms around your waist, kissing you slowly as his hands roamed your ass, sometimes tugging at it. Opening your mouth to deepen the kiss, you hands also made their way to his clothed crotch, making him separate the kiss and grunt silently. “Go back to your friends, I’ll make up for you tomorrow” You whispered, making him roll his eyes as he let go of you to go back to Yunho’s room.

Your little relationship with Mingi - if you could it even call it that - was doing you wonders, for some time your feelings for Yunho faded, specially when Mingi was balls deep into your cunt, all you could do was scream and whimper his name, brain turned into mush. Still, from time to time you would think it was Yunho instead of Mingi fucking you dumb, but you tried your best to repress those desires.

But one day you slip up, you moaned Yunho’s name out loud, and to say you were embarrassed was an understatement.

Mingi halted all movements. “I-I’m so sorry” You muttered under your breath, only loud enough for him to hear, voice cracking as tears filled your eyes. Mingi removed himself from you, “Yn look at me”

You refused to, continuing to stare at the pillow as Mingi caressed your hips, waiting for your response, “Yn I’m not mad, we’re not together, I’m just confused,” He heard your sniffs, making him turn you around and hug you.

“Do you want to stop?” You nodded, making him hold you tighter until he calmed you down enough so that he could bring your and his clothes.

After explaining the whole situation to him, he said he wouldn’t mind to keep your little ‘friends-with-benefits’ thing going on if you still wanted it and assured you he didn’t care about the slip-up. At the end, you knew he understood the mess you were in and took pity in your situation.

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You were awaken from a loud thud coming from the living room, heart racing as your mind thought about the most far-fetched and terrifying scenarios that it could. Slowly getting out of the bed and tiptoeing towards the bedroom door, you heard some mumbles coming from the other room.

You put your ear on the door to hear better. Knock knock knock. You jolted and gasped silently, backing away from the door, “Yn?” A female voice called from the other side, making you realize who it was. Opening the door you saw Jiyeon, smeared lipstick and smokey eyes adorning her delicate face as she reeked from alcohol.

“You scared the living shit out of me!” You whisper-yelled.

“Sorry, um... Yunho and I were at the club with some friends and he is pretty wasted, can I ask a favor?”

“Go on”

“So tomorrow I will be leaving town to meet my family, and I can’t be here looking after Yunho until he falls asleep, could you do that?”

“Jiyeon, I’m sorry but-”

“Please! I know it’s late and that I should have managed my time better, but it’s just this time and I trust you more than his friends to take good care of him”

Now, that was odd. Out of all the people in his life, you were the one she trusted the most? When you literally have feelings for him, have touched yourself while thinking of him and while she was the one on his bed. But Yunho is still your friend after all, surely nothing will go wrong while you care after him and tidy him, right?

“Okay, I'll try and do my best”

“Thank you so much, he's in the couch, probably half-awake” You both went to see him, he was laying on his back, hooded eyes staring through the ceiling, “I'll go now, thank you once again”.

With the door closing, it was just you and a drunk Yunho, who seemed to have a staring contest with the white ceiling.

“Yunho, are you feeling nauseous?” He kept facing the ceiling as you called his name from afar, “Yunho?" You spoke louder this time, getting closer, the smell of cheap liquor invading your nostrils.

“Uh... Whaaat?” His slurred speech would have almost made you laugh if you weren't worried sick for him.

“Do you wanna puke?” He shook his head. “Okay, let's go to your room, can you get up?” He slowly shifted in his seat and stood up, losing his balance immediately, falling on the couch.

“Great” You massaged your temples, “How am I supposed to carry you to your room?” You sat on his side, putting one of his arms around your neck and holding it as your left arm wrapped around his torso.

With a little difficulty, you stood up. Despite managing to support him, his weight still made you bump on the hallway. Reaching his room felt like minutes.

You sat him on the bed, then unlacing and taking off his shoes as he watched you silently. Then helping him getting rid of the black leather jacket, leaving him in a white tee and black jeans.

“Look, you stink, I need to run you a shower” You explained, “This will be weird, because I need you to take off your pants”

He nodded, complying to your task slowly as you looked away to not make this any more embarrassing.

“You can turn” He said, making you turn around and trying to help him get up from the bed, avoiding looking down at his bare thighs and crotch area, cheeks burning up at the thought of it.

With a blink of an eye, Yunho's left hand was behind your head as his right propped him up, making you freeze on his hold. “Can I kiss you?” After what felt like an eternity, he asked, making you widen your eyes, no answer leaving your mouth.

You wondered if it was the booze or him talking, but his red cheeks, messy hair, somewhat slurred speech and daze gave you the answer.

“You're drunk Yunho, you don't know what you're talking about” You explained after a long staring contest, failing to cover the disappointment in your voice.

“I really want to kiss you” His grip on your neck softened a little, starting to caress it, “You look better with me, not with Mingi” Silence fell in the room, you looked away from him and bit your lip, sighing. Sure it wasn’t a secret you two were together, although it was just fun and games between you two, but it shouldn’t bother him that you’re with someone else.

“Yunho” You started with an hoarse voice, holding the tears threatening to leave your eyes, “You're speaking nonsense, let's go, I'll turn the water on for you”

The grip on your neck strengthened once again and before you knew it your lips crashed.

Different from Yunho, you kept your eyes open and wide, a million thoughts raced through your head, before finally giving into the kiss as Yunho urged you to become closer.

He bit your lower lip, taking the opportunity to insert his tongue in your mouth as you let out a silent whimper, deepening the kiss.

Getting drunk on his tongue, you threw yourself onto Yunho, both falling onto the bed without letting go of each other. Rolling on top of you, he started caressing your cheek with his thumb.

After the probably best moment of your life, you let go of him, finally allowing you both to breathe. As you stared into each other's eyes, Yunho's thumb and index fingers (hooked) into your chin, closing the small distance between you.

You don't know what it was, maybe it was the drunken state leaving your body, the guilt of taking advantage of Yunho or Jiyeon's words resurfacing your mind. But it probably was a mix of the three. You stopped Yunho, taking his hands off of you, making him frown.

“This is a mistake, you’ll regret it tomorrow, probably you won’t even remember this once you’re sober” You stood up “I’m turning on the water” You said as you walked towards the bathroom to do it, hiding the tears that threatened to leave your eyes, but for the sake of appearances and the possibility of him remembering these events tomorrow, you hid it.

You didn’t speak to each other as you gave him a bath, he sat on the shower as you shampooed his hair and rinsed it. You gave up on scrubbing his body in the middle of it due to your heartbroken state. After drying him quickly, you gave his some boxers and pajamas, waiting for him to go to bed to make sure he wouldn’t hit is head or fall down.

After putting him to bed, you crawled back to yours, crying yourself to sleep while thinking about what happened and how you fucked your friendship up, wishing all of this was just a dream.

The next few days were awkward, Yunho kept talking with you as if nothing had happened, probably because he didn’t remember, but you still couldn’t forget his kiss and his (slurred) words that night. He sometimes would ask if everything was alright, but you lied saying the last days have been tiring and you just needed to rest well.

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You grabbed your keys, trying your best to make the least amount of silence possible since it was almost 1am. You had gone out with Mingi to a club, but before that, stopping at his house for some action.

The door opened, revealing your pitch dark apartment, just like you thought, Yunho was already asleep. You then shut it behind you and took off your heels to tiptoe towards your room. As you walked towards it, you saw the door from Yunho’s room wasn’t completely closed, a dim yellow light illuminating the hallway.

Since you didn’t hear a sound, you thought he had forgotten to turn off the light on his bedside, still trying to silently get into your room, slowly turning the door knob to open it.

“Yn...” Hearing your name coming in a low grunt from the other room made you shot your head up. You were pretty sure it was a moan coming from Yunho’s room, your cheeks flustered at the thought of him jerking off thinking of you.

Interest and curiosity took the best of you, making you silently spy Yunho through the door crack. He sat on the bed, no pants on, boxers still hanging on his feet as he slowly jerked himself off. Your mouth opened wide at the sight of his cock’s size. It was probably the biggest you have ever seen in real life.

After admiring his show for a few more moments, you realized you should leave before he catches you looking and make everything between you two even more awkward. As you made the way to your room, the wooden floor creaked, making you internally cursing yourself, hoping he didn’t notice it.

“Yn?” Yunho asked, opening his room’s door wide. Lucky for you, you were already at the front of your bedroom door.

“S-Sorry did I wake you up?” You gave him a slight smile, trying to be as convincing as possible.

“For someone who insists that kissing me was a mistake you sure were enjoying the view” Your face dropped, making you look like a deer in the headlights. Silence filled the whole apartment as Yunho waited for an answer.

“I-I’m sorry” Was all you said before looking away from him and heading to your room, but Yunho’s wasn’t accepting that so easily. He grabbed your arm and trapped you between the wall and himself.

“I can see it in your eyes, why are you lying to yourself?”

“Because you’re with someone else, that’s why. Just because she’s a poor excuse of a girlfriend that doesn’t make it right for you to cheat on her ”

“I don’t care about her”

“Liar!” Tears slowly streamed down your face “If you didn’t care you would’ve ended things a long time ago!”

“It’s complicated, and you know that! If you liked me so much you wouldn’t have started a relationship with Mingi either!” You took his hands off of you.

“We’re not together!” You tried to get away from him, only for Yunho to grab you once again and planting a kiss on your lips, making you relax on him.

He deepened the kiss, making you snake your arms behind his neck, tongue and teeth crashing together as lust and passion dominated you both. Still not letting go of each other, Yunho guided you to your room, closing the door behind him.

He let go of you, leaning a bit back to check you out “Fuck I can’t believe Mingi had all this to himself, you’re so fucking pretty” He attacked your neck with light kisses and bites, making you a whimpering mess as you got wetter.

“I love hearing your little whimpers, you’re so cute, Bunny” A shiver went down you spine “Do you like the nickname, Bunny?” He whispered in your ear, taunting you “These clothes look good on you, but I bet you look better without them” He sat in your bed as you stood in front of him.

You slowly took your clothes, Yunho’s eyes not leaving your body as he licked his lips. Only in your undergarments, you straddled his lap, his hands touching and grabbing every inch of your body. With a loud huff, he took off his t-shirt to reveal his chest and abs.

He pulled you to another kiss, this time a more passionate one, caressing your face as he unclasped your bra in one go, letting the straps fall on your arms. You pulled away from him to take it off, him grabbing and kissing them as light whimpers left your mouth.

He grabbed your hand, positioning it on his tent, “Fuck baby, I need to feel you right now”, you got on your knees, pulling his pants down to his feet, revealing his boxers already with a wet spot on his clothed tip. Touching him through his boxers made him throw his head back with a loud whimper, “Please for the love of God don’t tease me y/n”

You smirked, pulling his boxers down, revealing a leaking and angry tip. As you had already suspected, Yunho was big, you had no idea how it would fit you, but that was something to worry about later.

You started by stroking him and giving him kitty licks, his noises soon encouraged you to try and take him. “Oh fuck...” Yunho moaned and dropped himself on the bed as you sucked his tip, trying to suck more every time your head bobbed up and down.

Tears filled the corners of your eyes as his length hit the back of your throat, loving the stinging sensation it left behind. You felt a hand grabbing your hair lightly, making you look up, locking eyes with Yunho, his filled with lust, “You’re taking me so well bunny” his compliments only made you wetter and more eager to swallow more of his cock.

“Let me help you out b-bunny” He grabbed your hair in a ponytail to then force your throat down his shaft, tears streaming down your face as he wrecked your mouth. You moved your panties aside, making circles around your clit as he kept controlling your head movements.

He let out a deep chuckle, “Is my bunny horny just by sucking me off?” You let out a moan at his words, throat vibrating around his cock, making him moan as well. His movements faltered as his groans got louder and louder, soon him releasing in your mouth and his grip on your head.

You quickly moved back, coughing from the lack of air in your lungs, your throat stinging a but from the workout. Yunho grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at him. He kissed your tears away, loving how wrecked you looked when he had done barely anything to you.

“Are you okay?” You nodded at his answer “I’m sorry for being so harsh, if I ever do anything you don’t like please warn me” You laughed slightly at his concerns, “Use me however you want” You whispered to his ear, noticing how his lips curved in a menacing grin.

“Is that so? Lay on the bed for me then, love” Hearing Yunho calling you love made you dizzy, by this time you had forgotten he had another woman he could call ‘love’, not a single once of guilt tainting your heart and making you doubt this moment.

You laid on the bed, it was Yunho’s turn to get on his knees. He pulled you closer towards him, giving you kisses along your thighs as you begged him to stop teasing you. He dragged your panties along your legs, throwing it somewhere on the room.

“Holy fuck...” You moaned out loud when he licked your folds, burying his head on your cunt, eating you out like there’s no tomorrow. You tried your best to contain your moans, which only riled Yunho up even more.

“Y-Yunho- Fuck, calm down” You whined, feeling overstimulated from his mouth alone, without even coming once, feeling him smirk as the kept tongue-fucking you. He backed away from your dripping cunt, arousal dripping down his chin.

“I thought you said you didn’t want me to tease you”

“Fuck yes I did, but if you keep going on I’m not lasting long”

“Great that’s my intention” He pushed one finger with ease inside you, making you whimper slightly “More” He chuckled at your reaction, complying to your wishes and adding another one. He thrust his fingers in and out of you, eliciting moans from you. You loved how deep his fingers went inside your cunt, still, it wasn’t enough for you.

“Y-Yunho” You moaned out loud, incapable of forming a full sentence.

“Hmm?” He looked up to you, watching your fucked out face contort with please, “Does my bunny want more?” You nodded your head quickly, making him chuckle, “You’re such a whore for me” and how right he was, you would let him do anything to you in this moment,

He added one more, stretching your cunt out as he lowered his head to your cunt. You combination of his fingers inside you and his tongue flickering your bud turned you into a moaning mess. You quickly felt your high approaching, and Yunho knew that by the way your pussy tightened around his fingers.

“Cum for me bunny, I know you want to” His words were enough to drive you to your edge, making you cream around his fingers as he kept lapping your clit, riding out your orgasm.

He took of his fingers and put them in front of you, making you clean them up and taste yourself.

“Do you want me to grab a condom?”

“Forget that, just go raw” He widened his eyes, “A-Are you sure?” you nodded your head. He got up on the bed, positioning himself between your thighs and his length in your entrance.

“I’m going slow, tell me when it’s okay to move” He slowly inserted his head in you, making moan and wrap your legs around his waist. As he kept pushing himself inside you, your moans grew louder until he bottomed out.

“F-Fuck, you’re huge” You groaned, he stilled inside you as he caressed your face and thighs to relax you. “You can move” He started slowly, you bit your lips to suppress the moans from leaving your mouth, clawing at the sheets.

Yunho tested the waters by speeding up the pace, drawing more moans from you, which gave him the green light to fuck you dumb. He placed your legs on his shoulders and lowered down to meet your lips, giving a short peck.

“Fuck Yn, you’re driving me crazy” He moaned out loud, making you smile, to which he asked “Why are you smiling?” His pace never faltering, his tip brushing your g-spot every time.

“T-The name you’re moaning is mine” You managed to speak between moans, “My bunny is so dirty” He laughed, his thrusts getting sloppier and his moans getting louder.

“Come inside me, please” You locked gazes, he gave you a taunting smirk as he used one of his hands to draw circles around your clit. You felt like your mind was breaking apart from the amount of pleasure, soon feeling a knot on your stomach.

“Do you like being full of me? Fuck, baby I’m so close” He announced, before bursting inside you, your walls sucking him dry. You loved the feeling of being full to the brim by him. Still inside you, he kept drawing circles on your bud and sucking on your breasts. Soon, you came as well, moaning his name out loud.

He removed himself from you, feeling his cum drip down onto the sheets, making a mess, “I’m grabbing a towel, don’t move” He grabbed it quickly, you barely noticing his absence.

He cleaned you up, giving you kisses. Still, a question lingered on your mind.

“What about us Yunho?”

“I’m ending things with Jiyeon, I love you yn”

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slytherinshua · 2 months

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ONE MORE KISS

genre. fluff. warnings. kissing. pairing. seunghan x fem!reader. wc. 507. request. requested by @blue-jisungs for the 1500 follower event here!! a/n. i miss him soooo much :(

“Just one more? Please? Just one more!”

You had never, in all your months dating him, seen Seunghan this clingy. He had quite literally not left your side since this morning. It was now past lunch time, and you had dealt with your boyfriend-turned-koala latched to your side the entire time. You didn’t really mind it all that much— Seunghan was comfortable, and definitely kept you warmer than your sweater, but there were a few problems.

For one, he was really, really distracting. Having him close enough that you could smell his cologne and feel his breath on your skin made it hard for you to focus on getting anything productive done. Not to mention that he was begging for you to kiss him almost every other second. You had delivered more kisses to his lips in the past 4 hours than you could even begin to count— enough to satiate anyone for a week or more.

But not Seunghan.

When he was still sleepy, he was content with just laying his head in your lap and having you occasionally play with his hair. But now that he was fully awake and filled with energy, he was practically buzzing by your side, looking for any chance he could to steal a kiss from you.

“I already gave you enough.” You dismissed his request and turned your attention back to your laptop and the essay you were working on.

“But it would only take a second!” He pleaded, bringing his face even closer to yours and frowning, trying his best to make you cave. You willed yourself to not even look at him. One glance at his pretty face and you knew your will would start to crumble.

“You and I both know you wouldn’t be satisfied with just a 1 second kiss.” You said mindlessly, typing the start to your paragraph on your keyboard. You felt Seunghan nuzzle his head into the crook of your neck, leaving a small kiss on your shoulder.

“Yeah, but it would benefit both of us to kiss for longer.” He mumbled, and though you hadn’t heard his reasons why yet, you were already agreeing to his statement silently. Still, you had to keep ignoring him if you had any hope of turning in your essay on time.

“How so?”

“It would make me happy?” Seunghan offered, making a small smile form on your lips.

“And?”

“And… You like kissing me?”

“And?” Your gaze was still firmly focused on the computer screen, though you and Seunghan both were aware that you hadn’t typed a sentence in over a minute.

“And… I guess I’d let you finish your essay in peace if you kiss me.” He let out finally along with an over dramatic sigh that had you stifling a laugh.

“Fine. Just one kiss.”

As you finally turned around to your ecstatic boyfriend to give him the promised kiss, you both knew it wouldn’t be the last one today. Seunghan was just impossible to resist, no matter how hard you tried.

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hi there! I love ur works so so much 🤍 everything by u is so sweet! can I request leon meeting a florist reader because he has to get flowers for something and when he sees her he’s already in love cause he thinks she’s really pretty 🥹 and they just have a really lovely encounter and he comes by the shop a lot and eventually he asks her out

The pretty florist

{Leon falls in love with the pretty florist}

So so cute!! Hope you enjoy lovely! 💕

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Leon can’t remember much of his childhood and recently he found himself forgetting a lot more than just the past, for better or for worse, probably for the better he reckons. Still, today was special, the 24th of May, his grandmother's eightieth birthday, the strongest woman he knows.

He wants to give her something at least, no matter how many times she tells him ‘not to worry’ The least he can do is pick her up some flowers, and he finds himself drawn to the cute little flower shop, it seemed so out of place buried within the busy city.

He opens the door carefully, surprised at the little jingle of the bell and he’s hit with the strong aroma of flowers, it’s oddly pleasant, in a refreshing spring way.

“Oh! Good afternoon, looking for anything in particular?” you smile, popping your head around the corner as you walk behind the cash register, and Leon does nothing but stand there completely awestruck. He doesn’t think he’s ever seen someone so pretty, so angelic.

He clears his throat as he wrings his fingers with sudden nervousness, “H-hi- erm, yes” he stutters squeezing his eyes shut as he winces at how awful that sounded.

“I’ve umm, I’ve never done this, brought flowers I mean- well no I have- brought flowers- I just get them already arranged” he rambles, and he feels like an idiot.

But then you giggle, and it’s the most heartwarming sound that he’s ever heard and it somehow makes him feel a lot better, “Oh, It’s alright, let’s just start on why you’re buying them, and then we’ll go from there, okay?” You tell him with such a soft tone, he doesn’t know what to do with himself.

His heart shouldn’t be beating this fast, he’s only literally just met you, so why does he feel like his heart is going to explode?

“So what's the special occasion?” You ask.

“It’s erm, it’s my grandmother's birthday today- I wanted to get her something” he smiles as you nod, and he’s taken back at the way your eyes seem to glisten under the afternoon sun, such pretty eyes, he thinks.

You’re saying something and he knows he should be listening, but god, he’s so distracted by your beauty and the kindness that bleeds into your tone.

“-I’ll be one second alright?” You smile and before he could even begin to string a sentence together you’ve already disappeared behind the curtains and into the back room.

You return after just a minute, a beautiful bouquet in hand different variations of yellows and blues, with specks of white dotted around the bundle of beautiful flowers, and Leon finds a new appreciation for greenery.

“They— they’re beautiful thank you, she’s going to love them” he smiles, pleased with the arrangement and he watches carefully as you wrap them up finishing them off with a little white bow.

You look up at him as pulls out his wallet handing you the money, “You’re welcome, I’m glad you like them” You giggle, a prideful feeling settling in your chest.

You pick up the bouquet handing them to him and your skin warms up as his fingers brush against yours ever so slightly, you can’t stop the huge smile that adorns your face as you watch him leave. You can only hope you’ll see him again.

Your wishes were granted, Leon Kennedy, you learned his name became quite a regular sometimes he’d just visit to drop you off lunch, and you couldn’t lie it was nice having someone around. He was sweet.

Like every other day, Leon would pop over to your little flower shop, a coffee in hand and a sandwich of your choice with a huge smile stretched across his face.

“Ah! Leon, you’re my hero- thank you” you tell him as he places the bag on the countertop, chuckling at the way you rummage through the bag.

He watches as you take a bite of the sandwich with love in his eyes, and he can't help but wonder if you look at him with love-filled eyes when he looks away.

“So what’s brought you here today Lee?” You ask, wiping the corners of your mouth as he runs a nervous hand through his hair, a habit of his you picked up on. His heart flutters at the nickname that falls from your lips.

He clears his throat, “Well I- I wanted to ask you something” he stumbles, his hands wringing together with sudden nervousness.

“Yeah go ahead” you smile, urging him to continue.

Leon thinks he might pass out, or worse his heart might stop altogether, the past month he’s been working himself up to do this and now that he’s finally about to do it he can’t stop the tremor in his hands.

“I was- I was wondering if maybe- if you might want to go out some time together, dinner maybe?- like a date if you wanted to” his eyes study the floor beneath him, not daring to look up at you scared of any rejection that might stain your eyes.

But then you reach for his hand and his skin goes all staticky, and when he finally looks at that beautiful smile of yours his heart seems to find a calm rhythm.

his question sends you reeling with excitement and you go giddy at how he looks at you, awaiting your answer with a hopeful gleam in his blue eyes, “I- I would love to Leon” you giggle, noticing the redness that tints his cheeks.

“Is- is Friday good?” He wonders, trying to ignore how soft your hand feels against his.

“Yeah, Friday works,” you tell him excitement bursts through your chest as his thumb grazes ever so slightly over your knuckles.

Leon hasn’t felt like this in a very very long time, the way his heart practically skips beats, how his skin heats up and the butterflies that flutter around in his stomach, he can’t stop the bashful smile that stretches over his face.

“I’ll erm pick you up at seven,” he says as he grabs his car keys, “I- I gotta go- work- before I’m late- see you Friday” he smiles stumbling over himself as he waves goodbye before walking out the quaint little shop.

You giggle to yourself as you busy yourself with work, thinking about Friday and it couldn’t come sooner.

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Enjoy The Show

Pairing: Dom!Steve x Sub!Eddie x Switch/Fem!Reader

Summary: Eddie isn't the best at listening which leaves him a bit... tied up.

Warnings: dry humping, use of handcuffs, mlm content (oral, kissing, touching), praise, slight degradation, teasing, dirty talk, pet names, oral (m and f receiving), fingering (f receiving), ball play, reader calls steve daddy once, cuckholdish themes?, unprotected sex, creampie, facial, cum play

WC: 3.7K

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You were trying to study; trying being the keyword. You were stressed with college classes and work and not to mention your boyfriend, Eddie, was being needier than usual today. You promised him that once you were done studying that you would give him all the attention he deserves, but it doesn’t seem like he was having it. You were currently laying on your stomach, your head practically in a book, but Eddie was grinding on you, distracting you even more than before.

“Eddie, I swear to god.” You tried to turn your body, but you were pinned underneath his body weight, “I need to study.” It was getting harder to concentrate, especially when Eddie’s hard cock was pressing into your ass.

Eddie groaned into your ear when he grinded into you harder, his cock now throbbing against you. “B-baby, please. I’ve been so needy all day and you- you promised me.”

You sighed and rolled your eyes, your head literally falling into the book below you. “I promised after I finished-“

You didn’t even have time to finish your sentence when you heard Eddie quietly moan out your name and a wetness begin to form on the back of his pants. There was no way he was cumming right now, was there? Eddie was so going to be in trouble later and from his constant apologies, he knows it all too well.

“Shit- fuck, baby.” His clothed hips stuttered into yours and you soon felt his cock soften.

Once back into the right state of mind, Eddie had realized exactly what he had done. Quickly, he got off of you and immediately started to apologize, his words barely coming out as he couldn’t exactly wrap his head around what had just happened. You too were shocked and very confused on why he would do something so crazy.

“You’re kidding me right?” You moved from your lying position on the bed and made your way over to the mirror, taking a look at the wet spot on your pants. “You came? Not only in your pants but also on mine?”

“I-I’m sorry? I didn’t mean for it to-“

You let out a chuckle, a little bit of a sadistic chuckle. “You’re sorry?” You walked closer to Eddie, the back of his legs hitting the bed. “I think you’ll be even more sorry once Steve finds out about this.”

Eddie’s face immediately went pale. He knew that if Steve found out about what happened, he would be in for a long night of agony (or not, depending on Steve’s mood).

“Wait.. wait! Please, let me make it up to you.” Eddie got on his knees in front of you, hands clasped together. “Don’t tell Steve, you know how he can be.”

“And how can I exactly be, pretty boy?” Your head whipped to the side as you heard Steve’s voice come from the door, his arms crossed and a smirk on his face. “C’mon, don’t be so quiet now.”

As soon as Eddie went to speak up, you cut him off, shooting him a wink. “Someone took it upon themselves and came in his pants.. while grinding on me, without permission.”

Steve gave Eddie a look, a look that told you that he had something planned. He was surprised, but surprises can be really fun. “Oh, did he?” He made his way over to Eddie and carded his fingers through the boy's curls, tugging just a bit. “And why did you do that? You better make your answer a good one.”

Eddie stuttered over his words causing Steve to tug on his hair harder. “Shit, okay. I-I was needy and I just wanted some relief.” He looked up at Steve with watery eyes, “I didn’t mean to- to cum in my pants, I’m so sorry.”

“Oh, baby, you’ll show just how sorry you really are.” Steve chuckles and looks over to you. “Wanna grab those handcuffs for our baby boy? Think we have to show him a lesson.”

You didn’t need to be told twice, especially when it came to Steve being in full dom mode. While grabbing the handcuffs of their hanger, you made a whole show in front of Eddie. You dangled them in his face, watching as the metal made his watering brown eyes glint from them. Eddie’s chest heaved with each breath as he watched you saunter back over to Steve, handing him the cuffs.

“See Eddie, it’s not that hard to be good now is it?” Steve took the cuffs from your hand, kissing your waiting lips. He sucked your bottom lip into his mouth and let it plop out. “What do you say we cuff him to the chair and then make him enjoy the show? I think he’s cum enough for right now.”

Steve walked around the bed, grabbing the chair from Eddie’s desk and scooting it over until it was right in front of the bed. “Your throne awaits, Eddie.”

Shakily, Eddie stood up and sat in the chair, looking up at the two of you with pleading eyes.

You kneeled in front of him, cupping his cheeks into his hands. “I don’t think those cute puppy dog eyes are going to help you this time.” You gripped his chin, forcing your lips against his. When you pulled away, Eddie chased after you a bit. He needed more than just that kiss, needed more than just a kiss at all. “Uh uh, you need to learn the waiting game.”

Eddie’s cock hardened as he watched you stand back up and Steve pushed you against the bed. Your legs spread for him. “You see how easy it is to get between her legs, Eddie? You could between our girl’s thighs right at this moment,” Steve lifted up the bottom of your shirt and scattered small kisses across your stomach, causing you to giggle. “But you ruined that one.”

“Hey, Stevie? Should we strip him just to make it worse for him? That way when the air hits his cock, it’ll jump and be more aching?” You looked at Eddie over Steve’s shoulder and he had his teeth between his lips.

“I like the way you think, princess.” Steve left your body and you both walked over to Eddie.

Your hands worked at Eddie’s pants, your hand ghosting over the bulge in his pants. To be even more of a tease, you squeezed at his cock and gave yourself a mental pat on your back as Eddie hissed through gritted teeth. In one swift move, you pulled down his jeans and boxers, his cock hitting against his happy trail and leaking with precum. “Look at this mess.”

You went to lick at the leaking slit, but Steve pulled you back with your hair. Eddie’s hopeful eyes dropped the second your lips were moved from his cock.

“You save that for later, got it?” You nodded your head and watched as Steve let go of your hair and reached up the the neckline of Eddie’s old, raggedy shirt, ripping it right down the middle. “I think this will do.”

Steve pinned Eddie’s hands behind his back before cuffing them together and then placing a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “Too tight?” Eddie shook his head, too scared to let his actual voice do all the talking. “Good boy.”

You stripped before both of the boys, slowly taking off your clothes and twirling so they can get a good look at every part of you. Their eyes gawked over your body, drinking you in. “See something you like?”

Eddie gulped at the sight of you, your bare boobs and pussy just shining like a light that he wants to crawl to. He pulls against his cuffs, but of course to no avail. He gets nowhere by doing that. “This is not fair.”

Steve tutted at him, grabbing Eddie’s cock and giving it a slight pump. It was just a small touch before pulling his hand away. “I think this is very fair,” Steve walked behind you, cupping your boobs and pulling at your nipples causing them to quickly harden. “We both think this is very fair.”

A hand trailed down your body, stopping right at your very needy pussy. Easily, Steve slipped a finger over your soaked slit before walking back over to Eddie and running his finger over his waiting lips. “Doesn’t she taste amazing, Eddie?”

Eddie’s tongue darted out of his mouth, swiping over his lips and humming at the small taste of you. His cock jumped as soon as you flooded his taste buds. He craved more and more. “Can I have more, please? I promise I’ll be good and this won’t ever happen again.”

“Let’s see how tonight goes and maybe you can have more.” Steve leaned down and kissed Eddie, his tongue swiping over Eddie’s. Eddie groaned into Steve’s mouth, bucking his hips for any kind of attention that he could get.

The action was making you needier by the minute. Deciding to take matters into your own hands, you laid on the bed and spread your legs, giving both boys a perfect view of your pussy. Your fingers found your clit, rolling over the swollen bud and collecting some of your slick to make a small squelching noise. It caught the attention of both boys, two of them pulling away from one another, a string of salvia still barely connecting them. They both watched your skilled fingers move around and listened as your quiet moans filled their ears. You sounded like an angel; you were an angel.

“Looks like you can use some help with that, pretty girl.” Steve left Eddie and kneeled between your legs, his soft plump lips kissing up your thighs and leaving goosebumps in their wake. “Look at you, all soaked and ready for me to devour.”

Steve’s tongue quickly finds your clit, swirling over it and sucking into his mouth. His hair flopped in front of his brown eyes and you reached up to move it away. He looked up at you, making eye contact right has he lightly nibbled on your clit.

“Jesus, Steve.” Your back arched, the slight pain becoming pleasurable. You grind your clit across his tongue, his hands coming under your thighs and pushing your legs against your chest. “Fucking hell.”

Eddie moaned at the sight of you and Steve in front of him. It’s almost like he could taste you in his tongue. “You two are going to be the absolute death of me.” His voice was ragged as his breath was a little labored from the need coursing through his body.

This new position Steve had you in made it easier for his tongue to slide right into your pussy. Your thighs shook as his tongue rolled over your g-spot, almost sending you into an orgasm already. He hummed against you, sending a shiver up your spine and causing you to tug on his hair even harder.

“I can tell you’re close, baby.” Steve pulled away and replaced his tongue with two of his slender fingers. “God, you should see the way you clench around anything that’s in your pussy.” His other reached up your body, toying with one of your hard nipples. He rolled it between his rough fingers, pulling here and there causing a pleasurable sting.

Pleasure filled your senses and soon enough, you could hear the sound of yourself cumming. You moaned loudly, your orgasm building the more Steve was talking dirty to you. It wasn’t just his words, it was also his voice that sent you over the edge. “I- fucking fuck.” Your body shook as you came around Steve’s fingers, feeling yourself gush over your thighs and down to the bed. “S-Steve…” your voice trailer off into a silent moan, your eyes rolling into the back of your head.

Across the bed, Eddie’s cock throbbed and bobbed as he watched you make a mess. “God, this is too much.”

As you slowly relaxed, Steve pulled his fingers from your pussy and dangled them in front of your mouth. Obediently, you opened your mouth as he shoved his fingers inside. Steve watched you gag and tears brim around your eyes. “That’s it, baby, you take everything I give you so well.”

A whine erupted from Eddie as he watched your cum drip from Steve’s fingers. He wanted to taste you so bad, his mouth was watering just thinking about it. “Please, just another small taste is all I ask for.” Eddie looked at the two of you, both silently and verbally begging.

“I think you’ve earned a taste, right Steve?” Steve nodded his head at you, already knowing what you were planning to do.

Your shaky legs allowed you to slowly move over to the chair that Eddie was cuffed to. “Give me those pretty lips, baby.” Eddie leaned up, his lips wanting nothing more than to be pressed against yours. You gave in, pressing your lips to his and swiping your tongue across his bottom lip. Eddie moaned against your mouth and you felt his hard cock nudge at your hanging hand. “I don’t think you’ve earned just that yet. I think you need a little more.. teasing?”

“I'll get payback for this, I swear.” Eddie’s arms tensed as he tried to, yet again, pull at the cuffs. He was huffing at you, his teeth gritted. Eddie wasn’t angry, but he was so needy that if he didn’t get to cum again soon he might actually explode.

You laughed at him before Steve pulled you back to the bed. “Eddie hasn’t, but I’ve definitely earned the feeling of your pussy wrapped around my cock.” He laid you down on your back and stood up to strip himself of his work uniform. His hard cock bobbed and Eddie’s mouth watered at the sight of it. “Don’t worry, you can have that later, baby boy.”

Steve helped you get situated, your body pressed under his and his cock nudging at your thigh. “You’ve been such a good girl for me, you know that? And good girls get cock.” He grabbed his hefty cock, sliding the leaking tip of it through your slit. You both groaned at the feeling, your pussy just ready to be wrecked and his cock aching to get inside you. “You ready?” Steve lined himself up and waited for you to say something.

“I’m so ready.” You reached down between your two hot bodies and removed his hand, grabbing his cock yourself. You guided him in, his head going to lay on your shoulder and you enveloped each part of his fat cock. “G-god, Steve.” No matter how many times Steve’s cock split you open, you would never get over the initial sting of him sliding in.

You felt Steve’s teeth bite at your shoulder as his eyes squeezed shut. “Fuck, baby. Your pussy is so god damn tight.” His hips slowly started to rock into yours, your boobs bouncing against his hairy and sweaty chest. “Just squeezing my cock so perfectly.”

Steve leant up on his forearms, his eyes searching for Eddie’s hazy ones. “Tell Eddie who is making you feel so good baby, make it wish it was him.”

Just to add more fuel to the fire, Steve pulled all the way out before slamming in, his heavy balls pressed right against your ass. “D-daddy! Daddy is making me feel good.” Your hands fisted the sheets below you, your pussy feeling so full.

Eddie moaned at the view he had before him. His cock was past the point of aching and he needed some sort of relief. He pressed his thick thighs together, his balls being squeezed between them. A choked sob left his lips as he could just cum from that. It wasn’t the relief he was looking for, but it was doing the job. “You’re so pretty, fuck. Both of you are so damn pretty.”

Steve gripped your chin and forced your head back to watch Eddie all while he was driving his cock in you with such force that you could feel it in your stomach. “Watch him, baby. Watch how desperate he is to have his cock in my mouth or stuffed inside your tight pussy.” Your nails raked down Steve’s back, almost so hard that you drew blood. “Yeah? Does that feel good? You gonna make a mess on my cock?”

You nodded your head and whined out loud with each thrusting of Steve’s cock. He was hitting your g-spot perfectly each time and it was causing your toes to curl and your chest to heave. “Y-yes, Steve! Fuck, I’m so close.”

“That’s too bad.” Just as you were about to cum, Steve pulled out and you stared at him, mouth hanging open. “As much as I want you to cum on my cock,” slowly, he pulls out and you wince at the feeling. “I’d rather you ride Eddie and to see my two good babies cumming together.”

Eddie’s eyes lit up and his leg started to bounce in anticipation. “Thank you, thank you so much, Steve.”

Steve left you aching and wanting more, walking over to Eddie to uncuff the waiting boy. “Go on, you’ve been good and patient tonight.”

Not having to be told twice, Eddie left the chair and practically sprinted to the bed. He laid his body beside you, his cock and balls ready for you to suck him dry of all the cum he has to offer. His hand reached out for you, helping you straddle his legs.

“You look so good when you’re under me, Eddie.” You lifted your hips and slid down his cock, the two of you moaning out in unison. “And you feel even better.”

Hands were quickly all over your body. Eddie gripping out your hips and helping you bounce while his other hand reached up and grabbed at your boobs, smacking them. You tried to hold in the moans, tried to have some control but it was hard when you were bouncing on such a good cock.

“Did I say you could touch?” Your small hand found his throat and squeezed it, cutting off some of his air. You could feel Eddie’s cock pulse inside you with each squeeze of your hand, causing you to smirk. “You like that? You like being used?”

You bounce harder, your thighs hitting against Eddie’s. The orgasm slowly built back up and you clenched around Eddie just as you felt him throb and cum inside you. His whole body shook and his hands gripped your hips so hard that you’re sure you’ll be seeing bruises in the morning. “S-shit, baby, yes.”

Eddie’s orgasm spurred on your own as your hips stilled and you had to brace yourself against his chest. It ripped through you and sent fire through each part of your body. You were shaking and moaning out so loudly that you’re sure the neighbors around you could hear clear as day.

“Oh my god, yes. Yes!” You felt yourself drip over Eddie’s cock as the two of you came together, making one big mess.

Never has Eddie seen such a beautiful sight before him. Your mouth hung open in an “o” shape and your tits bounced in front of his face with each heavy breath you took. It kept him spilling his cum inside you, you wrecked him perfectly. “You’re so beautiful, so- god damn, beautiful.”

Your thighs shook around Eddie as you both finished cumming. All that could be heard around the room were heavy breaths and you almost forgot Steve was there… almost.

“You two are perfect.” Your eyes shot over to Steve and watched as he pumped his cock into his fist. “Come get on your knees, the both of you.”

Slowly, you slid off Eddie’s softening cock and hissed at the feeling. You didn’t fully trust your legs so you grabbed onto Eddie’s forearm, the two of you helping each other move over to Steve.

In unison, you both dropped to your knees in front of Steve’s leaking cock. “Don’t just sit there, you two know what to do.” One of Steve’s hands grabbed your sweaty hair while his other pulled Eddie’s, guiding you both toward his cock. “It’s my turn to cum.”

Mouths were pressed over Steve’s cock. You sucked on his heavy sack while Eddie bobbed his head up and down the shaft, gagging when Steve pushed his head farther down. “T-that’s it, always so willing to pleasure me. Aren’t you two?” You made eye contact and Steve winked at you as you rolled your tongue around his balls, his teeth catching his bottom lip.

Eddie and you switched places, your mouth taking as much as Steve’s cock as you could. Tears falling down your cheeks as you gagged around it, causing Steve to let out a chuckle that was taken over by a moan. Below you, Eddie was suckling both of Steve’s balls into his warm mouth. It was messy, the two of you and Steve’s cock covered in spit. Steve pulled the both of you away from his cock before pushing your head against Eddie’s, you knew what was coming next.

“You want my cum? Huh?” You and Eddie stuck out your tongues as Steve pumped his cock in his hand. Steve’s hand tightened around the head of his cock and his balls tensed up right as his hot cum spurted out over your tongues and across your now even messier faces. “O-oh, hell.” Steve’s hand moved faster, the last of his cum dripping from his knuckles.

With a labored breathing, Steve looked down at the two of you. Your face was covered in cum and you swallowed the small amount that you did manage to catch.

Steve swiped fingers over yours and Eddie’s faces, collecting the mess he made before shoving them into your mouth. “So good, you two.” He kneeled down to eye level and pulled the both of you to him, the three of you smashing your lips together as best as you could.

“I don’t know about you two, but I need a break.” Eddie was the first to break away making his way back to the bed and plopping on it.

You and Steve joined him, laying on each side of him. “Then you can show us this payback you were talking about, big boy.”

Eddie rolled his eyes at your words and wrapped an arm around you and Steve. “Give me a minute and just wait, I’ll have the two of you begging to touch me.”

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🦢 ─────── *ೃ ‍୨ LILING & CODY INSTAGRAM LIVE.

To celebrate the near end and final voting round ( which is still currently open ) of the ongoing survival show, SHOOTING STARS, Liling and fellow contestant, Cody, went live on Instagram at 2PM KST on September 10th. You can vote for Cody or Liling as your top pick HERE, or in the source link! Below are the most popular moments:

☆ ׂ ׅ* 𓂅 POPULAR MOMENTS !

( 17:15 ) - Distracted by the background of Cody’s room, Liling calls out, “Wait—is that your cat?” Cody hums and holds her up, clearly struggling as Liling covers her mouth in surprise. “Her name is Byeol, but she never sits still.” He mumbles the last few words, too focused on trying to hold the cat properly without hurting the animal.

Liling drops her hands to her lap off screen and speaks again. “She’s so cute! How old is she?” Cody immediately sighs, looking around as if he was waiting for someone to tell him the answer. “Maybe like 2, or 3? I can’t remember what the adoption people said.” Liling laughs, but moves on and continues to talk about a previous topic.

( 25:18 ) - “Okay, but the real question is, who do you think’ll make it into the group?” Cody asks, leaning backwards. “Definitely not you. Anyone but you.” Liling teases, smiling to show that she was simply joking. Cody rolls his eyes and pretends to be hurt. “First off, you’re not very funny, and secondly, I was gonna say you!” Liling shrugs quickly. “Thanks.”

Cody doesn’t seem satisfied with her answer as he continues, “If you make it, then you owe me dinner in 2 weeks.” Liling pauses for a few seconds before answering, “You’re terrible. Fine, deal.” Cody stands up and cheers loudly, his face off camera and only his torso showing. He sits back down as Liling begins to answer questions in the comments.

( 8:43 ) - “I’m not even joking, like, watching Shooting Stars episodes are so much fun. Whenever I have free time I’ll just piss off my members by nonstop replaying episodes, I love seeing the clips that actually made it in.” Liling comments, pulling on the hairbands around her wrist. “She’s so odd, I don’t even bother watching them, i’ve already seen it happen in real time, why would I want to see it again?”

Cody says, making fun of Liling’s blatant obsession with the show. “It’s funny seeing you act like you’re unbothered on camera when I know you’re really panicking.” She giggles, then stops when she notices the expression on Cody’s face. “What’s so funny?” He grumbles, waving his hand around to dismiss Liling’s sentence. “You are just no fun are you, Jun?” Liling replies and Cody quickly snaps back, “It’s Junseo to you.”

( 38:49 ) - Cody leans in closer to scan the comments for anything interesting to read aloud. “You guys fight like an old married couple?” The pair instantly look up at their screens, then at each other before bursting into laughter and gasping for air after a few minutes of constantly laughing. “Sorry,” Liling responds, “It’s just that—that’s the funniest thing i’ve ever heard, like, ever.” Cody follows, “Honestly, I can’t believe people think of us like that. I think we might have to change our public image.”

Liling reads out another comment after calming down a little. “No, I think they’re more like those two annoying people who never shut up. Well, okay then. Next time, just call us bitches and get it over with.” Cody grins. “Is Sunnie there?” Liling slowly looks around for her manager before replying, “Nope! She left me alone, which was a terrible choice. She’s probably looking after those kids she doesn’t actually care about, I don’t know.” They both sit in silence for some time before swiftly picking up the next opportunity for another conversation.

( 42:55 ) - Cody frowns at the screen before he prepares to say something, most likely something unimportant. “Why are there no Cody fans in here! All I see is Liling.” He grumbles, “Not true, I can literally see an Oliver fan right there, they just joined.” Liling retorts as Cody rolls his eyes, still mildly upset. “Okay, but the point is, my support is lacking right now!” Liling looks down at her nails and looks back up, tired of Cody’s complaining. “I’m your support so be quiet and start being more entertaining, I am carrying this live right now.”

“Well it was your idea, and it is your live, so what did you expect? You still owe me dinner.” “Voting isn’t over yet! Speaking of voting, you should go vote for me right now.” Liling says, promoting herself shamelessly. “Why vote for Liling when I exist!” Cody exclaims, trying to compete against her. She simply sighs and ignores his comment, interrupting him to talk about her most recent favorite song.

( 59:49 ) - “Alright!” Liling starts, tilting her head as she clasps her hands together. “It’s time for Cody and I to go, but don’t forget to vote today and i’d be honored if it was for either of us! Thank you so much for watching our live, we’ll see you soon.” She waves energetically at the camera as Cody holds up his cat once more, this time holding her correctly. “Byeol will bite you if you don’t watch every single Shooting Stars episode that’s currently out, and you don’t want that, right?” He uses Byeol’s arm to wave goodbye and the live ends there.

#👾 ˖ ࣪ 𓂃 tag us ! “ wang liling. “#👾 ˖ ࣪ 𓂃 tag us ! “ development. “#SSContestant #fictional idol community #fictional idol oc #fictional idol group #fake kpop addition #fake kpop group #fake kpop member #fake kpop company #fake kpop gg #fictional kpop idol

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Snow Date with Thirteen

like before sorry if it´s ooc and ‘’ is for thoughts

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I looked around, I was standing in front of the House of Lamentation my breath came out as little whispy puffs while I observed the area in front of me, thanks to the Brothers newest plans the ground around RAD was covered in snow.

‘how nice everything looks, it´s been far to long since I last saw proper snow that stayed longer than a day before becoming slush again’ I looked around but Thirteen wasn´t in sight I got a little annoyed at this ‘if this is the second time where she refuses to show up for no reason I´m leaving’

I have already been waiting for 30 minutes and was just about to re-enter the House of Lamentation before I heard it

“Hey! here do you think you´re going?! I told you my plan might take a bit longer than I thought” at the last sentence she seemed a bit deflated, I smiled a bit ‘guess she didn´t get Solomon this time’

I grinned a bit wider “guess I was right when I said that your trap wouldn´t work~”

“shut up or next time I´ll use you as bait”

“that was my plan from the beginning~ Solomon himself admit that no matter who it is if he thinks his favorite apprentice is in trouble he´ll come and save me”

“you´re his only apprentice”

“which means I can only be his favorite one” we both laughed at this “okay I got it next time we´ll go with your plan”

“thanks! I´ll even help with your trap next time” Thirteen rolled her eyes “if I want it to explode in my face sure” I faked an insulted impression “how rude and I thought you would appreciate the smoke as a distraction”

she looked at me for a moment, probably thinking if answering would be a smart decision or just letting it go “you´re lucky your cute otherwise I wouldn´t have let you leave so easily” I laughed “I told you I don´t know how to build things” Thirteen looked like she would rather say something else but decided to change the conversation

“so what was your plan for this anyway? don´t tell me you just want to walk around in this weather?”

I got a little sad at this ‘aww man she got me’ “don´t know what you´re talking about, I think a little walk in the snow would be a cute first date idea”

“that´s how you get sick”

“would be worth it though!”

“just hope you won´t get sick, I won´t take care of you when your stupidity get´s you sick” I grinned “don´t worry as long as I get to kiss you I think everything that could happen to me would be worth it~” she got a bit flushed at my words but could easily tell by my shit eating grin that I was just playing around “oh? and you won´t get embarrassed this time and leave without your kiss” I quickly got embarrassed at her words while remembering my last blunder “shut up…” I mumbled

“I don´t think walking around is your only goal I already you aren´t really good with the cold” I quickly gathered my confidence back up “that´s right! I already found a cute little café around here who have great sweets”

she seemed to be interested at this “I better hope for you that it isn´t just talk” I grinned and took her hand in mine “don´t worry I already went there not as good as we´re used to but pretty great!” she looked at our entwined hands and thought for a moment “yeah I guess you´re right” she kissed my cheek and laughed at my embarrassed look

“y-yeah!” I just decided to hold her hand tighter and lead the way to the café

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take a guess who has a Thirteen problem? or simply said OP is very gay and has a BIG weakness for women and is now writing for Thirteen again.

I feel like every time I write something it ends as something different from my first thought also how is this over 600 words!? it´s literally just a little talk

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me imagines #obey me headcanons #obey me x mc #obey me x reader #thirteen x reader #thirteen x mc #obey me thirteen

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cas-kingdom · 2 years

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"I'm proud of you, kid." with tony and peter? I really adore all your marvel fics I literally read all of them from your masterlist. I also really want to see some Peter Parker getting the encouragement he deserves because school is crushing me with finals rn and I just need something good to distract me for a second. Love, anon <3

"I’m proud of you, kid.”

Peter let the words wash over him like a wave of needed peace. The tension in his shoulders dissipated and he uncurled his fists to stretch his fingers, feeling the bones in his knuckles pop. He’d been sat in the same position so long he was starting to feel as though he’d be part of the furniture by the end of this particular study session. The sudden voice managed to pierce through his science-riddled brain and encourage his gaze to rip from the papers strewn on the carpeted ground in front of where he’d been sat cross-legged for the past four hours, to the figure stood leaning against the doorframe.

Tony’s arms were crossed, a look of concern on his face, highlighted by the lamps dotted around the Compound’s mostly isolated common room, that perfectly matched the softness of his voice. He didn’t move, and neither did Peter for a moment as he blinked through the haze of exhaustion and turned back to his papers.

It was exam season. Not only was it exam season, but it was also college application season, which meant that if a single student wasn’t stressed, they most definitely were not human. Peter knew his talent and his array of skills. He knew he’d ace the upcoming exams and get into the colleges he planned to apply for whether he pulled all-nighters to revise for them or not. But that wasn’t the problem. It had never been the problem, if he was thinking right--which he wasn’t, because it was nearing midnight and he had to be up by seven in the morning for school. The problem, was the people around him. Because Peter Parker was far more afraid of disappointing those he loved than failing his exams and having his applications rejected.

Tony knew that. God, everyone knew that. Peter had been working himself to the bone for the past few weeks, his workload and revision mindset growing steadily by the hour, and this wasn’t the first time Tony had come up from the lab for a glass of water before heading to bed that he’d found the teen still awake and surrounded by post-its, past exam papers, essay examples, worksheets...he’d never given him much more than a “please go to bed, Pete” or “still at it? Get some sleep, kid” but this time, when he’d seen the lights on and the figure huddled over a poster on biophysics, he knew he needed to alter his way of doing this.

Peter was a good kid. A smart kid. An anxious kid. Though he knew the exams wouldn’t sway him, there was always that niggling doubt, and Tony was beginning to understand that he needed some kind of subtle reassurance...a reminder that that niggling doubt was a little thing called a subconscious, and often, that subconscious is a person’s worst enemy. So, he’d changed his words this time, lingering in the doorway for a moment, watching Peter as he scanned the pages, his tongue sticking from the corner of his mouth.

“I’m proud of you, kid.”

Peter had looked at him for a moment, seeming a little dazzled, before turning back to his papers. He paused, then sat up straight and stretched his arms above his head, flexing his fingers. Tony walked further in, this time heading for Peter instead of the sink. He paused beside him and peered down at the papers.

“You know that, right?” he asked, for both his sake and the kid’s.

Peter glanced up at him then, some kind of light returning to his gaze, and he nodded. “Yeah,” he said. “Thanks, Mr. Stark.”

Tony clapped him on the back and squeezed once before moving away. “Get some sleep, kid.”

He heard Peter begin cleaning up before he’d even left the room.

Avengers Masterpost

send me the first sentence of a fanfic and i’ll write the next five, except i don’t know when to stop writing so i guarantee there’ll be more than five

#marvel #tony stark #iron man #peter parker #spiderman #spider man #spider-man #tony x peter #peter x tony #tony stark x peter parker #peter parker x tony stark #iron man x spider man #spider man x iron man #mcu #marvel cinematic universe #mine #baby fic #drabble

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nochi-quinn · 1 year

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campaign 3 episode 50: there's only seven of you (for now)

Let's see if I can do a liveblog after six weeks of not watching!

(it started to feel like a job)

I miss jester

IT IS BEGIN

I know we're probably getting Keyleth but god would I love a Dorian cameo

aw, I miss marisha's "girls" tank

liam with the thumbhole hoodie is very good tho

liam

"orgy 2.0"

if a skyship leaves the dock at 8pm going 120 feet per round

"ira get the FUCK up here"

enjoying the corruption arc of the changebringer entirely through fcg

anyone: ludinus liam: >:[

"bacchanalian" greek mythology exists in exandria, canon

"you would turn into a bird - " "and fly far, far far away" what a reference

man I got noise canceling headphones for christmas for the first time ever and I've barely taken them off since, imogen is a mood

this whole "crash the ship" plan is big "ram the blade ship" energy

stop saying final destination

oh THAT was a throwback

oh we've reached Marisha Chair Perch and we're not even in combat yet

relax she's just putting it out there

"no plan survives contact with bells hells" is not as catchy as "no plan survives contact with the mighty nein" but is equally as true

matt changing the light to move them along like turning the light off in a daycare to signal naptime

uh oh spaghettios

laura literally stopping mid-sentence to let them meme sdkfjsl

matt stop death flagging xandis

meanwhile ira is living his best life

"I'll look for a tree" oh the flashbacks

laudna puts on skin tone foundation but doesn't blend the neck

fearne: you shut the FUCK up

"don't do anything stupid" "oh this is ALL stupid"

I am not prepared

neither are they

if xandis dies I riot

sam

I'm not okay

ASHTON

where the fearne/ashton shippers at, come get your juice

you know liam's distracted, he didn't reach up instead of out

no plan survives etc etc

DISLIKE

"that's above your pay grade, son" holy shit imogen

oh shit

DON'T SPLIT THE PARTY kdjflks

tag urself I'm ashley

"welp, we gotta kill them" sam reads my persona 5 liveblogs

guards: purple sus

TRAVIS

sam

HIM BIG

all this cool stuff I can't afford makes me wish I had an in-person game

or any game, lbr

TREE OF DREAD

"titties?"

"good thing I got this ring of fire protection" slkdfjf

"now we're playing with portals"

IN-TENTS

"testicles" I heard that liam

"can I try to - fuck it" right in front of my salad?

their bane noises are starting to sound like furbies

ykw travis had a point can we have fjord's ring of fire protection

"I'm gonna use a toy" ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

YEAH

hey

hey matt

hey matt what the fuck

SHE??

"she looks like an asshole" marisha: fuck yeah she does

"is the dirt wizard here?"

"he's quite a loyal dog" something something dog of the military FMA joke

liam exploded

the accent

travis also exploded

extremely funny to hear beau try to talk shit about anybody else's stealth plans

"cool if we kill your mom?" beauregard

"shut the fuck up, wolfy"

l i a m

"they're level nine you guys"

(level nein)

quick somebody ask caleb what time it is

all of the german is slowly leeching out of matt's accent

travis had the same thought as me sldjfsk

marisha's goblin crouch perch

chetney

liam finally got to be on the other side of that

nobody told you to wolf out, chet

laudna's crush on ira is funny when it's fucking around but when she starts genuinely arguing he wouldn't do some fuck shit in a heartbeat it's annoying

I THOUGHT SO

oh that timing gives me anxiety

#critical role #spoilers #crititag #liveblog #reaction post

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not many people would be willing to be used as a way to prove eren jaeger wrong. but jean kirstein would, as long as he gets something out of it...

CHAPTER 8: FIREWORKS

↳ jean kirstein x f!reader | series masterlist

↳ cw: drinking, cursing, suggestive? but still sfw lol

↳ the time it took me to write this chapter its not even funny anymore (i lost the draft after writing 3k :D). ANYWAYS enjoy<3

<- CHAPTER 7

“i still don’t see why we can’t just print more money”

at this point, everyone but eren knew that connie was just messing with him. but even mikasa - who was usually so prompt to scold connie for his tendency to drive eren crazy with his question - wasn’t planning on putting an end to their bickering.

you had been waiting in line in front of the club for thirty minutes now, a bit of distraction was well-needed.

“oh for fuck’s sake, connie” eren threw his head back in despair, “INFLATION”.

“fuck inflation! we created that, it’s literally just a concept!”

on your left, niccolo seemed rather puzzled by their interaction. you had to admit, connie was good in his role. maybe even too good.

“every damn week… the same conversation...” sasha sighed, and the shiver that ran up her spine made niccolo pull her a bit closer.

mikasa and you were beginning to suffer from the cold as well. the jackets you were wearing had been warm enough when you had left the apartment to go for drinks around 9pm. but two hours had passed, and the weather wasn't as mild.

the few drinks eren had bought you earlier had made things better for a little while, but the warmth of your dizziness was fading away a bit more with every minute you were spending waiting outside the club.

as for armin, he had avoided being dragged to tonight's party by pretending he wasn’t feeling well. you all had doubts, but eren had eventually accepted to just leave him alone. and imagining him cozily tucked in bed with a movie probably playing on his laptop was almost making you reconsider your plans for the night.

"didn't you tell me jean was supposed to come?" you heard niccolo ask sasha, who checked something on her phone before shoving it back into his pocket.

"he'll meet us later, they went out for drinks with pieck, porco and colt", she replied, resting her cheek on his shoulder, "i just hope they won't have to wait in line as much as we did".

"with porco? no way. they'll get in in no time".

maybe eren heard niccolo's words. maybe he was just growing too impatient. either way, that last sentence had him muster enough courage to engage in an intense negotiation with the bouncer; a discussion of which you heard only snippets. one thing was sure, his ego would be hurt if jean could get in faster than him.

your shoulder pressing against mikasa's, you could feel her shivers getting more and more frequent in the past minutes. and that probably explained why both of you were the first to enter the club when the bouncer finally let you in.

"you poli sci guys really do have a way with words, huh?" connie grinned as he patted eren's back on his way inside.

"you could have done that earlier though," niccolo teased him, but didn't have much time to hear eren's reply since sasha was already out of his sight.

the first thing you thought about when you stepped inside, was that armin had made the right decision by staying home. he would’ve hated every single thing about that club. from the sticky floor to the deafening beats of music that pulsated in your ears.

the crowd reeked of liquor and sweat; yet you were not able to spot one person that didn't look like they were having the time of their life.

the people here had no choice but to dance or to drink, and both seemed to be fogging their brain with an intoxicating feeling of euphoria. especially the ones swaying their hips on the stage, who looked like they ruled the entire nightclub.

as usual, sasha was the first one to dive into the crowd. and for once you were not hesitant to follow her. the strobe lights moved like lasers all around you, masking most of your movements. there was no shame and no guilt in quickly giving in to the music, especially when sasha seemed so eager to do so.

"don't let go of my hand!" she advised you, practically screaming into your ear. and that's when she pulled you towards one of the rare free spots of the room, leaving you just enough time to grab mikasa's wrist not to lose her in the crowd.

it was like fireworks all around you, and inside your head. the only constant source of light was the one coming from the bar area, like a lodestar to follow.

mikasa, sasha and you decided to dance in a tight-knit circle, practically touching shoulders to make sure you wouldn't get any unwanted company.

"sash!" mikasa patted sasha's shoulder as the end of the fifth song melted into the beginning of the sixth. she cupped her hands around her ears. "there's a guy checking you out!", she told her, eyes riveted on a guy of about your age, who had been trying to get closer to the three of you for a few minutes now.

you had spotted him about a song ago. but knowing mikasa, she had noticed him and guessed his intentions much earlier. it was one of the perks of going out with her: she was always the guarantor of your safety.

sasha nodded, almost like she was used to this kind of situation. and perhaps she was. you had no way of knowing actually, since she had gone clubbing without you many times.

but it’s the way she managed to quickly grab niccolo's attention, who had been keeping an eye on her from the bar. with a quick movement of the fingers, she beckoned him to come closer; and it took no more than that for niccolo to get up from his stool and elbow his way through the crowd.

"you okay?" you read niccolo's lips as sasha loosely wrapped her arms around his neck. she nodded, looking chill as ever as his eyes swept the crowd.

the smooth transition from one song to another suddenly made the people around you jump and down, like the entire room shared a unique heartbeat.

some elbows landed in your ribs, some feet stepped on mikasa's, yet sasha and niccolo didn't move an inch. like a frozen picture in the middle of chaos, they were peacefully sharing the most unabashed and sloppiest kiss you had ever witnessed, and in the meantime destroying the stranger's hopes of even talking to sasha tonight.

still trying your best to avoid bumping into the people around you, mikasa and you watched him roll his alcohol-fogged eyes before turning away with his shoulders slumped in defeat. the crowd engulfed him in a couple of seconds.

"wanna get a drink?" mikasa asked you, and only you since neither niccolo nor sasha seemed disposed to listen to her right now.

your only answer was to nod and grab her wrist once again as she dragged you to the bar, walking through the crowd the exact same way niccolo had just done.

"i'm so sweaty already," she grimaced with disgust, wiping the beads of sweat on her neck, "how long have we been there?".

you shrugged, there was no way of knowing since you had left your phone in your purse. probably thirty minutes.

around you, people were jostling their way to the counter, without really paying attention to who was here first. squinting to get a better view of the menu hung on the wall, you skimmed it without even knowing what kind of drink you were craving. something cheap, that's all you were looking for.

"a rum and coke please," you eventually ordered, leaning over the counter to be heard by the young barista.

but a voice rose behind you immediately after, and a hand rested on your shoulder: “it’s on me”.

mikasa and you simultaneously turned around. and the voice only made sense once you were able to see the face that went with it.

"oh hey porco!" you exclaimed, genuinely happy to see a familiar face now that mikasa and you had lost the rest of the group, "you don’t have to, i’ll pay for myself!”

but another voice brushed your concern off, as porco engaged in a friendly discussion with the barista.

“his brother owns the club, trust me it's no problem".

this time, you knew who it was without even seeing his face.

“hi there,” jean greeted you with a smile. he’d had a few drinks himself, undoubtedly, “you look good”.

“thanks,” you mirrored his expression, “you don’t look too bad yourself”.

your drink and mikasa’s came rather quickly (much quicker than if porco hadn’t been involved, you figured), and in your case, it was drank even quicker. alcohol tasted much better when you didn't have to pay for it. and that's something porco and jean definitely agreed to, since they proceeded to order three more drinks each.

but mikasa did not abuse the galliard brothers generosity. and neither did you, technically. you were just politely accepting porco's drinks and, according to him, helping marcel by "trying out new cocktails he wants to put on the menu".

however, tonight was initially about spending time with your main group of friends. and now that mikasa had gone back to the main crowd, where she had apparently spotted eren, you figured it was time for you to do the same.

"where were you?!" sasha exclaimed when she noticed you amongst the dozens of people around her. of course you wouldn't have heard her if she hadn’t pulled you by the arm.

"the bar! did you know the owner is porco's brother?” you asked her, but she obviously couldn't hear a word of what you were saying; you were too close to the dj to understand people without reading their lips. and it wasn't impossible that the drinks you'd had were making your articulation a bit approximative.

her hair, which had been tied in a neat ponytail just half an hour ago, was now hanging low in a bun that threatened to undo every second. but she was having fun, hips moving in sync with the music and occasionally reminding the guys around her of her relationship status by sharing a few kisses with niccolo.

you didn’t usually mind hang out with these two, but the more time passed, the more dancing on your own was getting kind of lonely. besides, you didn’t want the strangers around you to notice it and take that as an invitation to keep you unwanted company. you would’ve wanted to spend some time with eren, but he was nowhere to be seen.

on the other hand, you had a friend like connie who was not hard to spot in a crowd at all, especially in a club. standing in the middle of the stage, he was dancing with a bunch of complete strangers, visibly having the time of his life.

the mixture of several alcohols in your system was starting to take its toll; nevertheless, you staggered towards the stage without being interrupted by too many people.

towering over most of the crowd, connie had a good view of the entire room. still, it was rather impressive how quickly his eyes landed on you, especially since the flashing lights only lit your face up every other second. but you weren’t even near the stage yet that he was already motioning you to come and join him.

but connie wasn’t the only one benefitting from a clear view of the crowd.

if he was being perfectly honest, jean would say that he had already been keeping an eye out for you, frustrated by how short your conversation at the bar had been. it was therefore not very surprising that he spotted you right after connie did.

he wasn’t hard to spot either, being taller than most people. in the end, you didn’t know whether you had walked up to him, or if he had.

“where did the others go?” he asked, pulling you by the waist to the side of the stage, where fewer people were gathered.

you shrugged. you didn’t really care about where they were anymore. you were just glad that you had someone to stay with now.

“are you drunk?” he asked, but without an ounce of judgment in his voice, solely basing his question off of the giddy expression plastered on your face.

“no, i’m tipsy. huge difference,” you corrected him, poking his chest with a moralistic finger.

he laughed at that gesture, running a hand through his hair to keep the strands from falling into his eyes now that he was looking down at you. he would’ve liked to answer your statement, but you let out a gasp before he could even say a word: “ohh, i love that song!”.

not wanting to prevent you from going back to the crowd, he reluctantly let go of your waist, but still kept a cautious eye on you as you took a few steps back, and watched you join a group of girls whose energy seemed to match yours.

on the stage, connie was doing perfectly well on his own, dancing with his chest pressed against the back of a girl who had been eyeing him for quite some time now.

as for jean, he was just taking advantage of the fact that he still had a drink in hand to stay back and watch. but although he was very curious about how things were going to turn out for connie, you were making it impossible for him to stop looking in your direction.

well, not impossible, actually. because one thing did catch his eye and make him look away from you.

a few steps on your right was a guy whose eyes seemed to be set on you as well; and although jean wasn’t one to make quick assumptions about people, he was ready to bet that his intentions weren’t exactly praiseworthy.

he put his drink down on the nearest surface, knowing it would most probably be pushed to the floor in a few seconds, and decided to step in.

the first thing he did was resting his hands on your shoulders, before slightly bending down to make sure you‘d hear him: “there’s a weird guy checking you out,” he told you, lips brushing against your ear. he waited until he was sure you had recognized him before slowly moving his hands from your shoulders to your hips, “do you mind?”.

you hadn’t noticed the guy at all, therefore nothing had come to trouble your unusually carefree attitude. with a bit of help from your previous drinks, you put your hands over his, making sure he wouldn’t take them off this time.

“i don’t know, do i?” you replied as you raised your head to look at him, and planted a kiss on his jawline, which was already close to your mouth anyways.

the stranger wasn’t blind, and was quickly forced to understand that you weren’t inclined to talk to him, let alone let him lay his hands on you. he walked away pretty soon. and although it did not escape your notice nor jean’s, neither of you moved away from the other.

you still had no way of knowing what time it was. the only clue regarding how much time had passed was how much your legs and feet started to hurt after several songs.

“wanna go back to the bar and sit down?” jean offered you when he sensed you were getting a bit tired, and the enthusiasm with which you nodded made him laugh once again.

but the two of you had barely started making your way towards the bar that sasha - who had just left niccolo with porco and pieck - leaped on you, her fingers wrapping around your arm like a prey she had finally gotten her hands on: “bathroom break!” she exclaimed in a singsong voice, before pulling you towards the nearest bathroom, right next to the stage.

when the door closed behind you, the sudden change of scene made it feel like you had just entered a soundproof capsule, where the previously deafening music was just muffled noises.

a few other girls were in there as well, but you had no idea of knowing whether they were long-time friends or complete strangers. the atmosphere was so good-natured that you were starting to wonder whether this might not be your favorite room in the club.

“oh look who’s here!” a girl nudged her friend when she saw you sit on the sink.

the other girl flashed you a smile, and took a step towards you. she sounded and looked quite drunk, slurring most of her syllables.

“hi! we were just talking about how stinking cute you and your boyfriend were!”

you didn’t answer her. partly because you were too focused on the lines of the tiles to prevent your head from spinning too much, but mainly because you thought she wasn’t talking to you.

“hey,” sasha snapped her fingers in front of you, “she’s talking about you! you and your boyfriend.”

“oh,” you looked up at the girl, biting the inside of your cheek when you realized what she meant: “thank you, but we’re not dating.”

the group of girls shared perplexed looks. and sasha, seeing that you weren’t willing to give them more information, took the matter in hands.

“yeah, believe it or not, they’re just ‘sex friends’,” she sighed in an attempt to show how much she disagreed with that.

but her sigh provoked yours, as you leaned back until your back rested on the cold wall. eyes closed, you took a decision that you had been considering for a few days now.

“sash, i gotta tell you something”

her hands on your knees, she immediately focused back on you. “i’m all ears babe,” she told you with a bright smile. in the background, the beats of the music were making the wall pulsate against your back.

“...i never slept with jean” you let out, quickly enough not to change your mind mid-sentence. “i asked him to lie just to win the bet”.

the rest of the girls looked even more confused. yet most of them were still paying attention to your conversation.

“you what?!” sasha exclaimed, spilling some of her drink on the floor. she paused for a few seconds to gather her thoughts, her fingers pinching the bridge of her nose: “my god, you guys are hopeless!”

“hey, i did sleep in his bed!” you protested, trying to diminish her disbelief like this was some kind of big achievement.

“yeah, without him!”

you knew she would’ve been shaking you by the shoulders right now, if her hand wasn’t busy holding her drink: “y/n i swear, if your tongue’s not down his throat by the end of the night…”

a couple of girls clapped and shouted their approval behind her, and you laughed at this unexpected surge of solidarity.

“i don’t know about that,” you still confessed to a certain doubt, “i’m drunk, i’m tired, my feet hurt…”

“ok now you’re just being ridiculous,” sasha crossed her arms.

the sound of toilets being flushed drowned out the end of her sentence.

“well,” the girl who was just getting out of the restroom joined your conversation, “just know that if you don’t shoot your shot with him… i probably will.”

everyone turned their head in her direction. you had no idea how much she meant it, but the eventuality of her being 100% serious was just the kind of boost you needed.

“ok fine,” you replied, and sasha thanked the newcomer for her intervention, “guess i better head back there before another girl gets the same idea as you.”

“FINALLY!” sasha raised her hands to the sky as she followed you back inside.

but like most things when it came to jean, it was easier said than done.

at least you knew where to meet him; near the bar area where he was having a discussion with connie and, oddly enough, eren.

“…because the more money we make,” you heard jean practically yell at connie, whose lips were covered in lipstick stains, “the less value it fucking has!”

“but who said that?!” connie replied, slamming his hand on the counter with every word.

“it just makes sense!” eren backed jean’s statement, and you couldn’t believe they were actually agreeing on something.

sasha grumbled something next to you, but not loud enough to be heard over the music.

“make way, nerds,” she said, louder this time, “we’re drunk and we wanna sit down”.

turning around towards the two of you, eren and jean were the quickest to give up their seats, and sasha made sure you wouldn’t sit down on eren’s.

“so… i was right. you are drunk,” jean teased you as you rested your elbows on the counter.

“nope, still tipsy” you answered, forehead resting against your palms.

eren, who had left connie to talk with sasha, decided to check up on you as well. after all, you and him had barely talked all evening.

“you don’t look too good. wanna leave? i can ask armin to bring you home,” he offered, already pulling his phone out of his pocket.

“no!” sasha snatched the device out of his hands, “i mean, no, don’t wake armin up! jean can bring her home safe, right?”

the tone she had employee it was practically a rhetorical question.

“uh- yeah of course,” he replied, before addressing you directly: “are you ok with that?”

you nodded with a grateful smile, and jean helped you off the stool under eren’s suspicious gaze. but sasha didn’t let him time to question any of this, and pulled him and connie towards the most agitated part of the crowd.

“you don’t have to do this,” you told him as he led you to the cloakroom, wanting to make sure sasha and you hadn’t cornered him into leaving the party.

“don’t worry,” he smiled - more to himself than to you, keeping you steady by linking his arm with yours, “i'll let you know when i won’t feel like spending time with you.”

the fresh air of the many streets which led you to your apartment was probably the best remedy for the state in which you had left the club.

“let me know if you need to throw up,” jean told you after a few minutes of walking awfully slowly. you were just leaving the bars area, and every street was more empty than the previous one, “i wanna have time to take my jacket back.”

“you’re an asshole,” you replied, and pulled up the zipper of the said jacket almost defiantly, “i told you, i’m feeling fine.”

“yeah, yeah, i know. ‘just a bit tipsy’, i’ve heard that one before,” he chuckled, his right hand playing with the handle of your purse.

you shoved your hands in his pockets, feeling his keys in the left and his wallet in the right. seemed like he trusted you enough not to keep them with him.

his jacket was keeping you warmer than any of yours could have. and although he hadn’t even put it on when you had left the club, it was already covered in his smell; and you really didn’t mean for your lips to stretch into such an obvious smile when you first noticed it.

you just couldn’t help but think back to that time in porco’s bathroom, where you’d had the silly thought of asking him what kind of cologne he was wearing. but it didn’t seem so silly anymore. after all, you were friends now.

so you did ask him, and the question made him raise his eyebrows in surprise:

“well wouldn’t you like to know,” he flicked your temple with two fingers.

“ok nevermind...” you sighed, swaying to your right to bump into his arm. “you’re annoying. go home, i’ll walk myself to my apartment.”

“yeah right,” he scoffed, wrapping his arm around your shoulders to trap you against his side, “you’re not getting rid of me so easily.”

of course you didn’t put up any kind of fight against his statement. going home without him would be a pretty lame way to end your evening now that you had done most of the work.

but right now, as you rested your cheek against his arm, there was no need to hold anyone back. only an idiot would have doubts on how much the two of you were happy to be here, sharing your warmth in the cold and gloomy streets of your neighborhood.

“you were popular with some girls at the club, y’know?” you blurted out as you reached the last street, at the end of which you could make out the silhouette of your building.

his fingertips were slowly tracing the hem of his own jacket, along the slope of your shoulder. the shivers were back, but a different kind.

“oh yeah?” he inquired, an unconcealed smile in his voice, “...including you?”

you laughed, a quiet laugh that was much less audible than the satisfied sigh that followed: “well wouldn’t you like to know...”.

“good answer,” he admitted defeatedly.

the rest of the walk was done in silence. nothing awkward, the kind of silence which proved that each other’s presence was more than enough to feel at ease.

it’s only when you reached the entrance door of your building that he let go of your shoulder, not because he needed to rummage through your purse to get your keys (he let you do that, his mother had always told him not to look into a girl’s bag, or anyone’s bag for that matter), but because he believed that’s where you would part ways.

yet when you finally opened the door, after fumbling with the key for a few seconds, it seemed natural for you to hold it for him until he’d join you inside.

but little did you know he was internally panicking at the thought that maybe he was imposing himself on you. that maybe you hadn’t planned on even letting him inside the building, and that you had felt forced to do so because he didn’t seem ready to leave.

“you’re spending the night, right?” you asked as you carefully closed the door.

he tried his best not to look too surprised, or too relieved, by that question.

“sure” he replied as nonchalantly as he could, and followed you towards the first flight of stairs.

no other words were spoken until you had entered your own apartment and quietly closed the door behind him. you respected your neighbor’s sleep, but most of all, you feared waking armin up in the middle of his night. especially in this situation.

“make yourself at home,” you told jean as you took his jacket off.

these were words that sasha had already told him when talking about your apartment; but sasha was sasha, and you were you. the difference was significant.

you knew niccolo had left some clothes at your place last week, they could do the job for one night. as for a spare toothbrush, mikasa had bought a pack of three last month. you were sure at least one of them had never been used. and when it came to the bed, well... yours was more than big enough.

but these were solutions to practical details. details you liked to focus on to avoid thinking about the obvious tension in the air.

you kept thinking about that discussion in the girls bathroom. and obviously you didn’t want sasha to make a scandal about anything. but you also had much less alcohol in your system, and it was harder to be brave when jean himself was now heading towards your own bathroom to get changed.

pacing back and forth in the kitchen, you had been staring at the bottom of your glass of water for a few minutes - trying to think about what was supposed to happen now - when he got out of the said bathroom, wearing niccolo’s t-shirt and sweatpants.

“do they fit?” you asked.

“the t-shirt’s a bit tight but i think i’ll survive,” he replied, tugging at the bottom of it.

“here” you handed him the other glass of water as you sat on the counter, which probably looked less weird than walking in circles like you were plotting something.

he thanked you, and for a few seconds the only thing you did was drink in your respective glasses. that silence, if you had been asked to rank it, could be considered a bit more awkward than the previous one.

“dior,” he suddenly blurted out, his glass still half full, “the cologne, i think it’s dior. but i don’t remember the name.”

“got it,” you let out a chuckle, and its lightheartedness relieved both of you of the ongoing awkwardness. he had make an effort, it was time for you to return the favor: “and since we’re answering each other’s questions... yes, it included me. i was one of these girls at the club.”

he smiled, the kind of smile that showed your answer was just the one he had expected. or at least, hoped for.

his glass still wasn’t empty when he leaned forward to put it on the counter, right next to you. both of his hands now laying flat on the wooden surface, you were feeling your breath getting shorter.

his eyes, a tiny bit darker in this light, looked right into yours; and you wondered if the two of you had ever been able to hold an eye contact for so long.

“can i kiss you?”

the dreaded question. yet, against all odds, your body did not tense nor froze like you thought it would. if anything, you hadn’t felt so relaxed in quite some time. in fact you felt so light that your relief couldn’t translate into anything but the happiest of smiles.

“you better,” you finally answered, your hands meeting behind his neck as he closed the gap between your lips.

you could feel the warmth of his palms pressing on your lower back as he pulled you closer to him, until you had no choice but to get off the counter. at this point you didn’t even know if you were standing up on your own, or if your body had gone completely limb and was letting his arms keep you on your feet.

it seemed like you were barely touching the floor as he led the way to your room, with giddy smiles between each kiss. his hands were everywhere, like he couldn’t hold enough of you.

your bedroom door was closed with a kick of your foot, which would have made you trip on your carpet, had jean’s arms not been holding you so tight. i’m the end, you managed to reach your bed without too much trouble.

“is something wrong?” you asked when his lips suddenly stopped moving against yours as you sat down on the bed.

“no, nothing,” he replied, immediately taking his eyes off of the wall he was staring at. it seemed to have slipped your mind that, right behind you, the sketch he had given you a couple of days ago was pinned on the wall, sticking out amongst printed pictures of your friends. but his surprise turned into something softer when his eyes met yours again, “nothing’s wrong”.

how could anything be wrong now that he could finally treat you like he had wanted to for the past month?

his lips had already touched your forehead, your shoulder, and maybe even the back of your hand. but they had never been as warm as they were now, back to moving in perfect sync with yours, with just enough vigor to make you lie back on the bed.

propped on an elbow, he brought a hand to your cheek, which took your mind off of anything other than how soft his fingers felt against your jaw. with the heel his palm, he tilted your chin up, making your lips part with his.

he didn’t say anything, only taking in the sight in front of him, one that he had begun to think he would never get to see.

“took you long enough”, you broke the silence (the least awkward of all, this time), with an air of false impatience.

his lips brushed against yours when they stretched in a smile.

“yeah well, it’s not my fault pretty girls intimidate me” he replied, leaving a quick kiss on your lips.

your fingers tangled in his hair - something you had often caught yourself thinking about when you were studying together - you brought him closer again, muffling the laugh that escaped your lips. his heart squeezed with affection.

you knew sasha would be thrilled to hear that she wouldn’t have to make a scandal of any kind. but sasha, and everything else that did not concern the present moment, were thoughts for later.

they were thoughts for the morning, when the sun would have made you regret not to have closed your blinds, and jean would let you hide your face in the warm curves of his neck. or thoughts for when you would be fully awake, when he would once again ask if he could kiss you, and you’d tell him that maybe he didn’t need to ask for permission anymore.

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satinsumu · 3 years

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first. || suna r.

word count: 2.8k

warnings: MINORS DNI, f!reader, slight slight angst but mostly fluff, language, unprotected sex, fingering, virginity loss, dirty talk, praise, creampie, soft suna is romantic, shy baby’s first time ❤️

summary: it’s hard not to get self-conscious being intimate with suna for the first time, especially when he’s far more experienced than you are—but your boyfriend is sure to remind you that there’s nothing to be afraid of.

a/n: what did i say about loving the first time trope lol. also didn’t proofread bc that’s how we do it here (edit: this was so much longer than i’d intended and i ended up getting so much more attached than i’d intended lmfao i want a suna in my life Right Now)

a tingle travels throughout your body as your bare back touches the soft sheets of suna’s bed, your boyfriend’s hands gently moving from your shoulders down to your knees.

he lifts one of your legs up, slender fingers rubbing small circles against your skin, before bending down to press a small kiss to your inner thigh. his greyish, golden eyes—half-lidded and slowly growing darker with desire—flick up to meet yours with such tender intensity that it takes your breath away.

“are you okay?” he asks quietly at your silence, carefully setting your leg back down against the mattress as he leans over you, one hand planted beside your head.

“yeah,” you reassure him. the reply comes out a bit weaker than you’d intended.

“we don’t have to do this if you don’t want to,” suna murmurs, lowering himself to give you a small kiss, right at edge of your mouth. his lips are warm. gentle.

“i do, i’m just—” you quickly answer, but look away with slight embarrassment. “just a little nervous, that’s all... don’t know if i’ll be good.”

the second half of your sentence is just barely above a whisper, and suna’s expression softens.

“don’t worry about that,” he mumbles, pressing another kiss to your forehead, before slowly moving further down your neck and chest. “just want you to be comfortable.”

you feel him stop just above your left breast, the ghost of his breath lingering on your flesh. a sudden, warm sensation washes over you as suna takes your nipple into his mouth and sucks, his hot, wet tongue swirling circles around the bud. you gasp at the feeling and squeeze your eyes shut while his other hand slides down your stomach, hovering just above the thin, silky fabric of your underwear.

suna releases your nipple from his mouth as he pushes himself back up, licking his lips while studying your expression.

“you’re so warm down here,” he says with a small smile. his finger draws a long, slow stripe along your folds, the pressure through your panties just enough to send another tingle traveling all over your body. “can i take these off?”

you nod and grant him permission, shyness burning in your cheeks at how exposed and vulnerable you feel, but also at how careful suna is being. he smooths his palm against your hip bone and drags the garment of clothing down your legs before it comes back up, teasingly squeezing the flesh of your inner thigh.

“good girl,” suna hums, straightening himself to pull his own shirt over his head. the words make your heart pound violently in your chest.

without another word, he takes your other breast in his large hand, groping and kneading the flesh while his opposite hand begins to make work of your sex. he presses two fingers against your folds and slowly rubs circles against the skin as you feel your clit grow more and more sensitive to the pseudo-contact.

you tilt your head back, dipping further into the sheets, while a shaky sigh escapes your lips. a small smile rests on suna’s face at the sight—you seem to be feeling good, and he intends on keeping it that way.

his movements are growing faster now. you can feel your arousal growing wetter, and you know suna can feel it too, with the way his fingertips are coated with your slick. he takes this as a safe indication to finally slip a digit into you—god knows how fucking badly he wishes it were his cock instead—and the little squeak that rolls off your tongue is like music to his ears.

“so tight, baby,” he murmurs, elated at the sight of you clenching around him while trying to keep his composure. how did he get so lucky? “but you’re taking my fingers so well.”

there’s so much going on.

you can feel your boyfriend watching you, but you’re too distracted to think about how your face must look right now. especially when he’s still squeezing your tits, focusing on your pleasure as he continues pumping his finger in and out of your tiny hole. then he adds another, and you sink your teeth into your bottom lip, surprised that suna’s hands are moving with so much ease and also how good it feels. even more so when his thumb continues to rub at your clit in tandem with his other fingers.

soft, lewd squelching noises can be heard in the quiet of his room as both you and suna realize that this won’t be enough. you need more. your pussy is practically begging for it, even if your mouth isn’t.

“think you’re ready, sweetheart,” suna breathes, willing himself to pull his fingers out of your cunt.

you nod coyly in response, slightly irritated at yourself for feeling uneasy in front of your boyfriend; he’s being so good to you, so patient, but you’ve just never done anything so lewd befo—

your brain short-circuits as you watch suna look you dead in the eye before putting two glistening fingers, still covered in your juices, into his mouth. he slowly pulls out, soft pink lips wrapped around them, tongue lapping shamelessly at whatever he missed on his thumb.

he gives you an alluring smirk, and your hands instinctively fly up to cover your flustered face. your cheeks are burning with both desire and embarrassment, but suna grips your wrist and slowly pulls it away.

“look at me, baby,” he says, his body hovering closely above yours. “nothing to be embarrassed about.”

god, you look so fucking cute, he really doesn’t know what to do with himself.

“can i...?” suna trails off, the hardness in his pants growing more and more difficult to ignore by the second as it presses against your leg.

“p-please, rin,” you whisper. the way your innocent, nervous eyes are asking him to fuck you is honestly enough to make him jizz in his pants.

without another word, suna pushes himself back up, unzipping his pants so that his erect member can finally spring free. he barely has to give it a few impatient strokes—a trait you rarely see in your boyfriend—before it’s fully hard. the sheer size of his cock causes you to gulp, the tiny beads of precum already leaking out from its tip.

suna takes it in his hand, smearing his own arousal over the head before bending over to rub its heaviness over your folds. your clit is already puffy and sensitive from his fingers earlier, and it feels like it’s twitching in pleasure from the contact.

“o-oh,” you gasp, and suna smiles at the sound, his eyes glossing over your body like he simply can’t get enough. he slowly moves his cock downwards, using all his self-restraint to ignore the throbbing, aching desire in it to just fuck your brains out already.

lining it up with your entrance, he murmurs, “i’m gonna put it in.”

“okay,” you exhale, chest heaving in anticipation.

your hands travel up beside your head to grip the pillow as a means to brace yourself, and you finally feel suna slide into you with surprising ease. every inch of his cock drags along your walls in slow motion, and you’ve never been so physically close to him before. there’s a soft ache—barely noticeable—but it’s not painful... and yet, it’s not pleasurable either.

an unprecedented panic creeps its way into your head at the realization.

what if this doesn’t end up feeling good? what if he doesn’t end up feeling good? oh god, what if he doesn’t even finish? surely, you’d be the only girl he’ll have slept with that could fuck up this bad—who knows how many girls have come before you? (literally.) what if—

“what’s wrong?” suna’s gentle voice snaps you out of your thoughts, his tone tinged with a slight worry.

“n-nothing,” you shake your head quickly. ugh, you feel like such... a loser. an idiot, really.

“talk to me, sweetheart,” suna murmurs, towering over you as he’s still balls deep inside your cunt. “does it hurt?”

he wants to pull out in case that’s the problem, but also doesn’t want to make any sudden moves, for fear of hurting you.

“no, i’m okay,” you insist in an attempt to reassure him. “i just, i don’t know, i’m being stupid.”

suna’s expression softens, but before he can say anything, you’re already babbling on again, and you can’t even stop.

“what if you don’t end up feeling good?” you quiver, the question more so directed at yourself than at your boyfriend. “what if you don’t even finish because of how much i suck? i-i don’t want to be the only person you’ve been with who’s bad at sex—”

your heart is racing now and the words are tumbling out of your mouth helplessly. you feel so bad for dumping this on him, and your frustration towards yourself brings small tears to the corners of your eyes—

“baby, listen to me,” suna says quietly but firmly, one hand cupping your cheek and turning your face towards him so that you’re no longer avoiding eye contact. his thumb gently brushes away the dampness at the edge of your lower lashline before he continues,

“first of all, there’s no such thing as being bad at sex—and you’re doing great,” he murmurs, planting a quick kiss to your lips. “you’re the only person i want to do this with, and as long as it’s with you, i’m happy.”

you sniffle a little bit, but your heart soars at his words, the tension in your chest slowly easing.

“second of all, don’t worry about me,” he says gently, his eyes filled with a tender adoration as he gazes at you. “it’s really sweet that you’re thinking of me, but i want you to feel good.”

a warmth blooms in your cheeks.

“and besides, you’re fucking beautiful,” suna continues, leaning down again to press his lips against your bare shoulder. “i could cum just from the sight of you, but i’m trying to hold back because i want you to finish first.”

the bluntness of his words causes you to look away shyly, and suna smiles down at you.

“so,” he begins again, before giving you a small suck on your jaw. “can you let me make you feel good?”

you nod slowly, and bring your arms up to wrap them around his neck.

“sorry,” you manage a small giggle at the feeling of his dick still inside you—you really have terrible timing, that much you’ll admit.

“it’s okay,” suna murmurs, turning his head to kiss your cheek. “i love you, you know that.”

he’s said those words before, but the way he’s uttering them into your ear right now, in the quiet intimacy that only you two share, makes your heart race and your head spin.

“just let me know if you want me to stop,” he says, before finally, gradually pulling himself out.

suna slides his cock back into you with ease, your juices still coating his member. he repeats the motion a few more times, each time just a little bit more fluidly and rapidly than the last, until you’ve fully adjusted to his size. the sensation is still foreign, but no longer uncomfortable.

he finally reaches a pace where he thrusts himself into you for the first time with a low grunt, the rough penetration catching you off guard. a small “mmf!” escapes your mouth as you bite your lip, embarrassed at hearing the sound of your own voice.

“don’t hold those precious noises back, sweetheart,” suna breathes seductively into your skin, his low voice causing you to clench harder around him. “wanna hear how good i make you feel. the louder the better.”

you nod at his encouragement as small beads of sweat form along your temple.

he gives you another sharp thrust, followed by another, and then another, until he’s steadily rocking into you as the bed creaks with every movement. this time, you can’t help the wanton moans of his name that fill the air, each one prompting him to continue.

“a-ah!” you cry at a particularly harsh snap of his hips, your cunt sucking him back in every time he pulls out of you. “r-rin! rin! rin!”

suna’s never been one to have a big head or a large ego, but the way you’re chanting his name like a mantra makes pride swell in his chest. you look so angelic, eyes fluttered shut with every time he fucks into you, nipples moving up and down with your breasts, hair splayed out against his bedsheets, sopping wet pussy clamping around his cock as your very first time. how could he not be in love with you?

“f-feeling good, baby?” he pants, trying to hold it together.

“yes,” you gasp as a small dribble of drool leaks out of the corner of your mouth. but you don’t care. you want him. more of him, more, more, more. “want you so bad.”

suna thinks he’s going to lose his damn mind.

“you like that?” his voice borders on a growl, and his strong arms snake beneath you to pull you into a hug before one of them props his body up against the mattress so he can angle himself into you with even more intensity. lord help him, he wants to cum so fucking bad with how hot you look, your nails digging into his skin as he fucks you into tomorrow.

“n-ngh!” you groan, tossing your head back at the way suna is driving himself in and out of you as his eyes flit down to your heaving chest. “i-i think ‘m c-close...”

that was all suna needed to hear as he laid you back down, flat against the bed as one hand travels urgently down to your heat. he takes two fingers and begins rubbing your folds again, one dipping past them to play with your clit, the stimulation causing you to see stars. suna presses an open mouthed kiss against your lips at the sight of them parting, taking the opportunity to slide his tongue across yours.

he picks up the speed of his thrusts again, his other hand now preoccupied with kneading your breasts and pinching your nipple as you cry out for him, and only him.

“r-rin!” your voice rings in his head, your gasps broken up into needy pants.

“doin’ so good, angel,” he mutters against your lips, still mercilessly slamming his cock into you. “taking my cock so—ngh!—well, wanna keep this pussy all to myself.”

you don’t even have time to process the lewdness of his words before your back is arching, suna’s fingers rubbing your clit at an unbelievable pace as he simultaneously slides himself in and out of you, the slapping sounds amplified by your juices.

“cum for me sweetheart, you can do it,” suna urges, his eyes fixated on your face. “show me just how good i make you feel—”

a sudden wave of bliss floods over you as you feel the tension in your body release, your clit throbbing with pleasure at the sensation. suna’s eyes widen at the way your jaw grows slack, trying not to cum at the mere sight of your fucked out expression while he helps you ride out your orgasm.

“h-hah,” you gasp, still chasing your climax while suna continues thrusting into your cunt, his cock twitching with arousal. after a few seconds, he picks up his own pace, chasing his own high with your body.

“god, you feel so good around me,” he mutters, clenching his teeth at the way your walls continue to suck him in.

“want you to cum inside, r-rin,” you whine into his ear, the syllables broken up by how hard he’s fucking you as your whole being practically bounces around his cock, his balls clapping with wet slapping sounds against your ass. “f-fill m-me up?”

you don’t need to say anything else as suna finally snaps, pushing himself so deep into you with an almost primal urge as cum shoots out of his cock. you can feel the warmth all the way in your belly as you look up at your boyfriend, sweaty and out of breath, panting into your neck before finally pulling himself out of you.

he catches your lips with his as he gives you a long, passionate kiss, before breaking away and giving you a quick peck on both cheeks, then your nose, then your forehead.

“you did so good, baby,” he murmurs, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear, that had found its way to stick to your face. an affectionate warmth brings a small smile to your lips as you nuzzle your cheek into suna’s palm, and he feels himself lose his breath at the sight of you.

“be good and stay here, okay?” he mumbles, reluctantly pulling himself off of you. he could stare at you forever. “i’ll go get a towel and clean you up. i love you.”

#fic #suna.fic

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thepictureofsdr · 3 years

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lucie is incredibly specific about who can proofread her writing. every family member, every friend, has at one point attempted to edit a rough draft, only to be met with a deep sigh and a request to never try again.

due to this it was no surprise that everyone chuckled when alastair offered to take a look at the draft that had been the cause of lucies complaining for the past hour. everyone who heard the offer had once in the past been in alastairs position, offering to help and only receiving a “you didn’t edit this you just read it,” “you’re too nice for this” “this is just bullying” “i said proofread not erase literally everything” in exchange. no one fit lucies standards, no one could reach the perfect mix of criticism and complimentary, helpfulness and bluntness.

so it was a bit of a shock when alastair returned a day later with the edited draft and handed it to lucie only for her to open it, start crying, and promptly drag alastair out of the room. those who remained sat in shock before whispering about what alastair possibly could’ve done to achieve that sort of reaction from the veteran author. they all knew alastair was a kind hearted person who enjoyed helping others, but they also knew how high his literary standards were, being well versed in the literature of multiple languages, and they all remembered how blunt and harsh he could be when getting to the point.

just as they were about to worry themselves into a frenzy and begin to prepare for damage control, lucie burst back into the room with alastair in tow, and in a matter of seconds proceeded to walk up to the merry thieves who were all sat together on the couch, kick each of their shins with all the force in her body, then promptly throw herself into the lap of her father and say “i’ll never doubt you again da, carstairs really are the only people worth knowing.”

she went on to explain that alastair was the best editor she had ever met, having handed back a manuscript filled with helpful critiques and bits of praise, suggestions, corrected grammar and inserted transition words or even full sentences with the understanding of how desperately rushed a first draft is. he managed to helpful while getting to the point, complimentary where needed and blunt when necessary. she could finally get some proper work done. and the kicking the thieves was incredibly necessary as it was their “stupid annoying teenage boy high horse rivalry” that had kept alastair and his editing skills out of her life for so long.

from then on alastair was her permanent editor, the only person who actively wanted to do it and even enjoyed the process. he was the only to ever read her unfinished work, and he was as honoured as much as lucie trusted him. he took the role seriously, never revealing the details of her writing prematurely, to the point where this was the only secret he EVER kept from thomas. because of that it soon turned into a game of who could steal a manuscript from alastair. matthew got extremely close by enlisting james to distract alastair with a literature discussion but he quickly caught on after james spilled 4 controversial, CLEARLY incorrect opinions in a row. for her 25th birthday, alastair gifted lucie a custom safe meant to hold her writing, and told her that he had bought himself a matching one so her work would be secure no matter what. he almost passed out from how hard she hugged him.

#i wrote half of this on a new york city subway train excuse the quality #i’m not a writer so i apologize if i got the experience wrong #chain of iron #chain of thorns #the last hours #tlh #chain of gold #the shadowhunter chronicles #alastair carstairs #tsc #the infernal devices #tid #lucie herondale #sdr hc #sdr essay

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tarosin · 3 years

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the great adventures of y/n, tommy, wilbur and phil

requested: yes/no

an: part 7 of the great adventures series - a rollercoaster of emotions

warnings: cursing, jokes about death (like the vlog) , didn’t proof read as its 6am sorry for any mistakes

it had been around a week since you last spoke to tubbo, the pair of you got into a heated argument and honestly you didn’t want to be anywhere near the boy. no one heard from you since you and tubbo blocked each other, ranboo would talk to you about how you need to forgive and forget and Tommy would do the same to tubbo eventually you unblocked each other however apart from that it was pretty much useless neither of you were willing to talk to the other person, it was just one of those things that needed time, soon enough you’d be friends again. at least you hoped that would be the case. later that day Wilbur sent you a message asking what time he should pick you up tomorrow not wanting to argue you let him know a time and went off to get ready for the night.

The car ride to Alton towers was pretty quiet the majority of the ride was spent playing random car games like eye spy or singing along to the radio as there was no traffic you got there rather quickly giving you longer in the park. you loved theme parks and Tommy knew this so he took the opportunity to invite you and get you out of the house, he also knew he would need the support. Phil began recording as you all made your way through the park the sky car was first so you could get to the other half of the park Tommy made it pretty clear he wasn’t the biggest fan of this and you and Wilbur didn’t help his cause by discussing the recent crash in Italy that killed a group of people, you pointed out all the rides you passed teasing Tommy whilst Wilbur interviewed him on why he wanted to hit 10 million subs, as soon as Tommy mentioned the girl from college your eyes widened and you sat trying not to laugh as Wilbur and Phil sat telling him to call her. Tommy looked at you trying to get back up but you responded by telling him you want to speak to her.

once off the sky car you stood with an arm around Tommy's shoulders as Wilbur spoke to the girl who you’re hoping is in on it and that they’re not calling up the poor girl unexpectedly. as soon as you were informed that her favourite ride was the smiler Tommy pulled you into a hug hiding his face in the crook of your neck

“Are you serious”

“you’ll be fine it’s the safest ride here...if you ignore the crash”

“y/nnnnn”

the four of you walked around the park looking for an easy rollercoaster as you make your way up to the smiler, the blade caught Wilbur's eye so the three of you made your way whilst Phil decided to stay back to record, you sat next to Tommy reassuring him that he’s going to be fine and how it can’t be that bad as a family with a young child got on the ride after you.

“if I pee myself will you laugh at me”

“yes..actually that’ll make it easier for me”

“Please don’t do that Wilbur”

“only for you y/n”

the ride started slowly however the speed soon picked up you sat laughing as Tommy went on to make references about technoblade and how he’s never going to die. soon enough the three of you began ‘singing’ the lyrics to road trip in an attempt to calm down a little bit. was it working? no. a few minutes later the ride came to an end as you made your way off of the ride you heard a child screaming about how fun it was

“awe”

“how is that six-year-old shouting I loved it”

“are we cowards”

“yes, yes you are”

you made it to Phil first and rambled on about how fun it was before Wilbur and Tommy made it to you both wanting to go home

on your journey to the next ride, Tommy pointed out claw machines and dragged you to them, Phil had a go first and didn’t win the dog Tommy wanted, you had a go determined to win however like Phil you didn’t win

“This is bullshit ill buy you a toy dog”

“Why are you never satisfied”

“Good question”

you walked away from the machines with the others Tommy complained that he was being forced to go on the rides, you pointed at the smiler and Wilbur announced you could all go on that now, the rest of the walk was pretty quiet after that. soon enough you were in the queue to go on duel, you were walking with Phil not realising that Wilbur was currently telling your best friend that he was going to die, the only reason you found out was because Tommy ran up to you asking if he was going to die

“Tommy, no who told you that... Wilbur stop laughing it’s not- it’s not funny”

“y/n you’re quite literally laughing”

you put your finger on your lips and walked off. you sat with Phil so you could have a break from Tommy screaming in your ear as soon as Tommy yelled there were guns the ride began, you weren’t the best at this ride you missed the target a few too many times than you’d like to admit, once the ride was over Tommy made the mistake of laughing about how low your score was you made eye contact with Tommy and placed your hand on his shoulder

“Tommy... you screamed at everything the entire way around. if that ride was any longer i’m afraid I’d lose my hearing”

“didn’t you also do shit Tommy”

“fuck off”

and with that you left the ride walking through the gift shop, you and Tommy were like little children picking up anything that was covered in bright colours, you and Tommy found a squishy monster and named it Clarence you ended up getting attached and Wilbur stayed with you as you paid for it whilst Phil and Tommy were leaving the shop

“Phil we lost y/n and Wilbur”

“sorry y/n got distracted”

you all continued walking to the next ride Tommy instantly got distracted by the dryer outside of the river rapids ride and spent a good few minutes asking to go into the dryer. at this point, you noticed another toy shop and ran off to that one whilst they argued with Tommy about the dryer a few minutes later you met up with them again as you began making your way to the next ride

“what I hate the most about Phil is his kindness”

“wasn’t kind enough to let me win on duel”

“I pray on his downfall”

Phil turned to you only to be met with you nodding as Tommy goes on to talk about hating his generosity

“Phil I've been thinking about you... it’s ruined my day”

“mine was ruined by Tommy screaming at stupid o clock in the morning”

“y/n it’s 12 pm”

“okay and I usually wake up at 3 pm this is early for me”

you stood in the queue for river rapids, as much as you wanted to make Tommy calm down you hated this ride and Wilbur saying there was a chance of drowning made you hate it even more

“y/n will we be fine”

“no this is horrifying I remember the incident where someone was dragged under a ride like this”

“Y/N”

“what are you two thinking about then”

“I’m thinking about the beyond”

“I’m thinking about the sweet release of death”

“you might be going there”

“no, we won’t”

you and Tommy began to panic as you got closer to the ride, Tommy announced the floor was moving which tricked your brain into believing that the floor was moving, Wilbur was still talking about you all dying in a few minutes whilst laughing at Phil trying to make him stop despite the fact he was clearly laughing. Tommy got on first as you were making your way to a seat Tommy pulled you over to him so you were sat together. a worker came over and told you all to keep your seat during the ride

“can I get off”

as soon as you finished your sentence the ride began to move making the others laugh

“ill take that as a no”

a few minutes later you forgot you were scared as you were too busy laughing about the fact that so far out of the four of you the only person getting drenched in water was Phil. this newfound confidence didn't last long the ride began going faster and you and Tommy got drenched in water

“We made it through the second most dangerous part”

“heh...”

you looked at Phil tilting your head waiting for him to confirm that Wilbur was just trying to scare you again. your thoughts were interrupted by Wilbur beginning to speak to the camera

“Alton towers is a very safe and risk-free theme park fun for all the family”

he flipped the camera so the three of you could be seen Phil was laughing Tommy had his head in his hands and you were sat with your hood over your head hiding your face so you couldn’t see what was going to happen. Phil told you to hold on but he was interrupted by Wilbur using the camera to record the four of you together again it was clear you and Tommy were not having the most fun on the ride compared to the others. the ride crashed into the small wall next to the ride causing it to jerk forward making the four of you hit your leg

“my fucking thigh”

“y/n there are children nearby”

“y/n, Tommy you two are lucky to be alive”

you and Tommy turned to face each other then looked back at Wilbur who was continuing to chant that you’re lucky to be alive clearly ignoring Phil who was telling him to stop. eventually, the ride came to an end and you all got off, Phil helped you walk around for a minute as your legs felt extremely weak after that ride

“you okay now y/n”

“yeah yeah thank you, Phil. I'm never going on that ride again”

you all made your way to the centre of the park Wilbur disappeared as you and Tommy stood begging Phil for cotton candy, your only argument being that you really wanted it

“please Phil”

“We can have a little”

“we’re growing Phil we need more than a little”

“it’s diabetes in a box”

“it’s pure joy”

“yeah it’s fun in a box let us get some”

“stop being a dick”

Wilbur came running out of a shop carrying as much cotton candy as he could shouting for you and Tommy to take some and run which you gladly did. the pair of you sat on the grass eating as much cotton candy as you could

“ITS BLUEBERRY”

“that is so sugary”

you and Tommy both grabbed a fistful of cotton candy waving it at the two adults in front of you both, resulting in Phil calling you both goblins, they both walked away leaving you two to enjoy each other’s company for a little while whilst they had a break from the pair of you screaming.

“that’s..that's Tommy and y/n”

it was almost time to face the smiler but before that, you had to conquer oblivion again this was another ride that terrified you but Tommy's reaction to the ride made you laugh for a good few minutes until you realised you were in the queue

“oh fuck. we are going to die”

“you’ll impress the girl and y/n you’ll impress tubbo”

“ill buy her flowers”

“This is a death trap” you went on first and sat a few seats away from the middle Tommy not far behind you

“if we die ill never forgive you”

“you’ll be fine”

“will we though”

“I mean”

“Tommy she was hesitant to answer that get me off this ride”

just like last time the ride started just as you finished trying to get off the ride

“y/n you really need to stop asking to get off the rides it makes them start earlier”

the way to the top of the ride was mainly just you and Tommy yelling curse words trying to stay calm

“Phil do we have to”

“Why could I not stay with Wilbur”

“awe look at the view”

“can we just stay up here- oh shit don’t look down”

“any last words”

“lovely knowing you all”

just before the ride was about to go down the drop Tommy grabbed your hand only letting go for a minute whilst you got off of the ride, as soon as you were making your way to Wilbur so you could all go on the spinball wizard ride he held your hand again keeping you close. your way to the ride was a range of Wilbur telling you all about the smiler or Tommy telling you all he was worried he was going to piss

“what the fuck is yours and Wilburs obsession with announcing you might piss on the ride”

you sat with Wilbur for this ride as he was the only person you hadn’t sat with yet and Tommy sat behind you both, you and Wilbur spent the ride screaming, yelling song lyrics or saying your goodbyes

“for lmanburg”

“Should I be worried.. you did you know create an explosion”

you spent the rest of the ride laughing before it came to an end. you all made your way to the smiler making jokes about how it’s all the girl from college wants to see him on.

“you ready Tommy”

“let’s go home”

“no”

“y/n you’re supposed to be on my team”

the four of you made your way through the gates ignoring Tommy who was yelling about it being a prison simulator, you sat at the end next to Tommy

“so this is safe”

“apart from the crashes yeah”

“y/n? is it safe?”

“it’s safe Tommy I can see you’re genuinely scared I wouldn’t lie in a time like this..maybe”

you and Wilbur agreed to become his wingmen and a few seconds later the ride began, you spent the ride laughing quietly as Tommy began confessing his love

“POGCHAMP”

“I WISH I SAT SOMEWHERE ELSE”

as soon as the ride ended you stood as a group again and called the girl from college, Wilbur practically yelled about how Tommy went on the smiler only for the girl to ask who Tommy was and how she wasn’t friends with him

“it’s okay mate”

“you okay Tommy”

you and Wilbur pulled Tommy into a hug.

a few minutes later you all made your way back to the car park as it was getting late. once in the car you handed Tommy the squishy monster you both named Clarence, Tommy screamed whilst pulling you into a hug before asking you how and when you were able to buy it. when you were halfway home you began to get a migraine Tommy pulled you into a side hug so you could rest your head on his shoulder and have a nap for the rest of the journey back home.

a few days late you received a message

tubbo: I miss you

y/n: I suppose I miss you too

tubbo: that’s good because I’m outside please let me inside

y/n: on it!!

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samwisethewitch · 4 years

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How to Cast Spells That Work

In her book Wicca for Beginners Thea Sabin says, “When you do a spell, you are telling the universe that you intend to bring about a certain change and you are putting the energy in motion to achieve that end.”

A spell is sort of an energetic shove to get things moving in the way you want them to, and we do this by creating a ritual to build and then release the energy to get things going.

Most spells are based on a principle called imitative magic.

In his book Backwoods Shamanism, Ray Hess says, “Imitative magic means that making a symbolic gesture, when combined with intent and will… can affect the intended change on a grander scale.” [Note: I don’t actually recommend this book, but I like Hess’s definition of imitative magic.]

So, for example, you may have heard of a “cord cutting” ritual, where you symbolically cut your spiritual ties to a person you no longer want to have a relationship with. You’re symbolically creating a separation between yourself and that person, which creates physical separation in real life.

There are four basic components to any spell: your will, your intention, focused energy, and a ritual action. Some magical traditions add extra steps, like casting a circle, but from what I’ve read and been taught, these four basic components are constant no matter which tradition you’re following.

Let’s start with the most important bit: your will. Your will isn’t just what you want: it’s the desire and drive that is in alignment with your highest good. But in this case we’re also talking about will in the sense of willpower — Basically, your will is your personal spiritual authority and the source of your magical power.

Any spell that is not in alignment with your will won’t work. This is why it’s important to be clear about what you want and why you want it before you attempt a spell.

There’s also an element of belief here. Because magic only works when your spells are in alignment with your will, if you don’t believe your spell can work, it won’t. This is because you, yourself are blocking it from working.

The second important component of a spell is your intention. When you do a spell, it’s important to clearly state what you want to happen. Some traditions will write the intention down on a piece of paper, which is called a petition. Other traditions will use a spoken statement of intention in the form of an incantation. Some witches use both.

You need to be clear about your intention before you begin your spell. Magic will always follow the path of least resistance, so it’s important to be specific. However, I find that magic works better when your intention leaves a little bit of wiggle room. It’s about finding that happy medium.

You also want to keep your petitions and incantations simple. If it’s more than a couple of sentences, you probably need to trim it down a little.

The next important part of a spell is focused energy. Magic is a way of directing energy, and this means that your own energy needs to be focused for it to work.

Don’t get too stressed out about focus. Your spell isn’t going to fail if your mind wanders for a few seconds. But you should set aside some time where you’ll be able to fully dedicate yourself to your spell. Try to find a private place where you won’t be interrupted. Turn off the TV, put your phone away, and try to avoid distractions. You might find that playing meditation music or burning incense helps you focus.

While you cast your spell, keep focusing on what it is you want to manifest. Again, don’t overthink this and don’t worry if your thoughts wander a little, but try to stay in the moment. Repeating your incantation can help with maintaining focus.

The last important part of a spell is your ritual action. This just means doing a specific set of things, in a specific order, with a specific intent behind them. If we go back to our definition of imitative magic, your ritual actions are symbolic of the change you want to manifest.

Your ritual actions do not have to be complex. A very common ritual for spells is anointing and lighting a candle. Making a charm or poppet is also popular. But any action can be a magical ritual if it is done with intent and focus, in alignment with your will. Making a cup of tea or coffee can be a ritual. Running a bath can be a ritual. Cooking food can be a ritual. The only limit is your imagination.

These four things are literally all you need to cast a spell. A spell doesn’t have to be complicated or include a bunch of crystals and herbs to work. You can do an effective spell with nothing but your own mind and body.

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floralseokjin · 3 years

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⤑ made-up love song vi (m).

Your first encounter with Kim Seokjin doesn’t go so well, nor your second, or your third… and maybe that’s because it shouldn’t work on paper. You’re an elementary school teacher, never left the country despite hitting the third decade of your life not so long ago, and you’re unable to remember the last time you dated. He’s the dad of one of your students, nearly a decade older than you and divorced. Oh yes, and just another minor detail – he’s a multimillionaire.

Your lives are lightyears apart, yet somehow, your paths having now crossed, things just seem to fall into place…

pairing; kim seokjin x reader au/genre/warnings; strangers to lovers, romance, eventual angst, single dad! seokjin, ceo! seokjin, elementary school teacher! oc, age gap (oc is 30, seokjin is 37), seokjin is a dilf, smut; basically a montage of the sex they’ve been having during the rest of the summer lol, they can’t keep their hands off one another, seokjin’s mouth gets progressively dirtier as time goes on, he also gets strategic with condom storage, smut includes; 69, face riding, condomless sex, creampie, biting, (light) spanking, there’s cute things too, like arin’s birthday party and oc meeting his parents words; 12,064

↪︎ chapter index

chapters; i • ii • iii • iv • v • vi • vii • viii • ix • x • epilogue (+ drabbles)

You spent the whole of Sunday in bed – which you thought was Seokjin’s plan all along, only finding your way downstairs to eat, and even then he couldn’t keep his hands off you for long enough. (Not that you minded.) He was making the most of it, he told you, before he had to leave you for work. That, and he was waving goodbye to his celibacy the right way… Despite your snort, you understood what he meant. You had fun familiarising yourself with the wonders of sex again… Miraculously blessed with an abundance of energy. Although, when it came to Seokjin, how could you even think about resisting him?! You couldn’t keep your hands to yourself. And neither could he…

“Mmm. What time is it?” You asked Monday morning, voice heavy with sleep, eyes still closed as you heard Seokjin’s alarm go off. He stirred beside you, sitting up to knock the device off before burrowing back under the covers to wrap his arms around your naked body.

“Half 6,” he grumbled, mouth pressed against the back of your neck. “I don’t want to work.” With one squeeze to his chest, you felt that very obvious erection of his pressed against your ass. “Can’t I just stay here for the rest of the day? Inside you…”

You giggled, attempting to roll over and face him. A hand cupped your cheek instantly, puffy lips finding yours. Morning Seokjin wasn’t good for your heart. His messy hair flopping over his eyes, pillow marks marring his skin, the slight stubble beginning to grow along his top lip… It was all just so… sexy, and now you were wide awake. Still, some teasing couldn’t be helped.

“We literally spent yesterday all day in bed…”

“Yes, and it was amazing,” he declared. “I’d do it all again today.”

You raised an eyebrow, a palm holding him steady at the waist. “All again? You do realise we still have all week to go, right? I wouldn’t want you to fail on me so soon…”

He huffed out a laugh, fingertips ever so cheekily grazing the underside of your right breast. “You underestimate me…” His voice was still gruff from sleep, it made his words ripple through your body, settling between your legs. “I still have 95% of the condoms to use. So,” he grinned, dipping his head to capture your mouth. “You,” – he rolled you onto your back expertly – “better,” – he kissed your throat – “keep,” – then your cleavage – “ up.” His tongue around your nipple had you gasping out immediately, back arching, wanting more.

Spreading your legs, he nestled in between them easily, the muscles of his meaty thighs protruding as he kneeled up slightly. You gripped them urgently, needing to anchor yourself somehow, knowing what was about to come.

His teeth grazed your nipple as he dragged away, lifting his head up to smirk. “What do you say, baby, one for the road?”

Baby. Yesterday he’d become quite partial to that word, learning quite quickly what it did to you, what effect it had on you. (Yes, a curse word – or two, or more – may have slipped out of you yesterday… He’d won, embarrassingly soon.)

You refrained from rolling your eyes, but still told him to shut up. Two minutes later he was buried inside you making you moan out his name.

It wasn’t even 7am.

When Seokjin finally got off to work (after about a bajillion kisses…), you slipped into the shower, attempting to work it without breaking it. With that successful, you wondered downstairs to make some breakfast. It was strange being inside his house alone. You’d arrived to meet him for lunch early a couple of times, yes, but Misook and Arin had always been there ready to greet you. Today it was just you, playing music as loud as you could just to drown out the deafening silence as pottered about in the kitchen. After eating, you washed the dishes (most leftover from yesterday) in the sink, unsure how to set the dishwasher correctly, and wondered to yourself how Seokjin had managed to cope living here alone before Arin moved in…

You busied yourself with unpacking your case, not having a chance to do it yesterday – too preoccupied – while watching the clock. You had a lunch date with Soojung at half 11. You’d managed to text her a brief reply yesterday but other than that you’d been AWOL. You knew it must’ve been killing her. By the time you met up at the food court, she was frothing at the mouth, desperate for all the details, which you gave to her in hushed whispers over a shared thin crust margherita. You didn’t divulge all though, just enough to keep her nosey butt satisfied.

“This is not fair at all,” she whined. “You were getting dilfed the hell down and I was getting farted on by Tae.”

You laughed, wholly impressed. “You’ve turned it into a verb now? Very creative. I’m so glad to have you as a best friend.”

Although, she wasn’t so happy to have you as one when you confessed to telling Seokjin about his plethora of nicknames…

Seokjin came home a little earlier than you’d expected. After lunch with Soo, you’d popped to the local grocery store, picking up a few things for dinner and then you’d sat in front of the television for the afternoon. It wasn’t the most productive day you’d had by any means, but you felt contented, excited to greet Seokjin after his long day at work. You were in the kitchen, beginning to prepare dinner when you heard his voice.

“Honey?” Before you had time to reply, he was calling your name, closer down the hallway. “Y/N? Where are you?”

“Kitchen,” you called back.

You weren’t looking when he entered, back to him, so suddenly you were engulfed in his arms from behind. He held your back to his chest tightly. “Hey,” he murmured, nestling into your neck. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too,” you said with a smile, holding his hands that were around your stomach.

He shook his head, pressing his crotch to your ass. “No, I really missed you.”

“Seokjin,” you hissed in surprise, feeling his erection instantly. You were getting déjà vu. Laughing, you wriggled around, facing him. He already had his tie loosened around his neck, the top two buttons of his shirt free. “Control yourself. You’ve literally just gotten through the door.”

His facial expression looked immediately agonised. “I can’t. You’ve awakened the beast.”

“The beast?” You snorted.

He stared you down. “Yes.” And then he was on you, no time to return his kiss with just as much enthusiasm before he was at your neck, growling playfully. You fell into a fit of giggles, held prisoner by his hands pinned to your hips. “I was – distracted – all – day.” He informed you between tugs of your skin, tongue dutifully swiping where he’d bitten. He repeated. “Couldn’t stop thinking – about you naked – and moaning my – name – while I ate your–”

“Seokjin!” you roared, heat instantly travelling up your face. You swore his mouth was getting dirtier by the hour. It made sense. He was teasing in nature… you just needed some time to get used to it. You would not let him finish that sentence for fear your legs would collapse beneath you.

He broke away and leaned back, pupils so dark you could just about make out the brown of his irises. He panted slightly, lips wet. “Do you want to?”

Your eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Right here?” It didn’t practically look like he was about to sweep you up in his arms and dash you up to the bedroom if the urgent grinding of his crotch was anything to go by…

He grinned wolfishly, tilting his head. “Why not?”

“It’s not very sanitary.” You glanced to your left as you spoke, eyeing up the two bell peppers you’d placed on the counter five minutes before Seokjin and his penis had shown up…

You watched in pure disbelief as Seokjin eased back and pulled a square foil packet out of his inner breast pocket. “Why? I have protection.”

“What the hell?” You exclaimed. “Why do you have a condom with you?” He’d gone to work with that in his pocket? Attended meetings? Was he crazy?

“It’s not what it looks like.” He chuckled, looking momentarily bashful. “I just thought… easy access. We never know when we’ll need one.”

Folding your arms, you stared at him. Frustratingly you were unable to keep the corners of your lips from quirking up. “We’ll need one at your office?”

He shrugged casually, a smug smirk on his face. “Who knows. I’m a man of very many fantasies…”

Oh, my god. Unbelievable. But you couldn’t pretend that his words weren’t having an effect on you, nor that the office fantasy didn’t sound hot… You stepped forward, hooking your fingers between his belt and slacks, pulling him forward – which was easy because he was caught off guard. “Enough small talk. Are you going to fuck me in your CEO suit, or what?”

He composed himself expertly, hands reaching for your waist as he leaned in. “First of all, hearing you curse will never not completely obliterate me, and second of all…” He paused to grin, so full of himself it was unbelievable. “You want me to fuck you in my suit?”

“Uh huh.” You nodded, tugging on his tie.

And fuck you in his suit he did, spread on the counter, your tank top yanked down so he could watch your breasts bounce as he pounded into you…

You spent the Tuesday in his home office, making the most out of idle time to lesson plan for your new class come September. You facetimed Soojung (who tried her best to get you to give her a house tour) and then ended up sunbathing with a book for an hour or so outside. After Seokjin came home he called Arin, asking her what she’d been up to so far and if she was having fun. Despite how much he was enjoying your company you could tell he was missing his daughter, even if he didn’t explicitly tell you with words. You sympathised with him, it must have been weird not having her around.

Unsure what to do for dinner, Seokjin suggested making a last minute dinner reservation. That sounded fine by you, too lazy to think of preparing something tonight, so off you went upstairs to get ready, but of course, Seokjin found ways of distracting you… (You were thirty minutes late for dinner.)

The days were passing by quickly, and you could quite honestly say the week with Seokjin was bliss – and not just because of all of the sex. Although, it did play a very big role… It was the little things that meant the most, such as grocery shopping on the Wednesday afternoon. Generously, Seokjin had used two of his vacation days for the end of the week, saving the others he was due in the summer to spend with Arin for her birthday at the end of next month. He’d arrived home early on the Wednesday afternoon, informing you he would be making dinner tonight and as silly as it sounded, walking around the store while Seokjin pushed the cart was one of the sweetest activities you’d shared together. The domesticity of it made your whole day, but the pasta dish he prepared later that night almost ruined it. His seasoning quantities were a little off, shall we say, all those years out of practice, so it turned out he was a danger with those chilli flakes. However, the coughing fit you both had after the first bite made for great entertainment… You didn’t know whether you were crying with laughter or because your throat was on fire…

The next day, as great as staying in bed and having sex all day sounded, Seokjin wanted to take you out and spend some time together as a couple. You were left to decide what you wanted to do, and of course you chose shopping. A new mall had recently opened up about an hour away and because you were so nervy on highways, you hadn’t had a chance to go yet. Seokjin was more than happy to take you, and kindly enough he did spoil you a bit that day. Usually you wouldn’t allow it (he’d tried it in the past), but there was no harm with once in a blue moon, was there? Besides, he got great use out of a few of the gifts too… One being the black skimpy laced lingerie he’d picked out… (The panties had an open crotch…) That evening you shared a bath and a bottle of champagne before you’d given him a very indulgent fashion show…

On Friday, you prepared a picnic and went hiking, which left Seokjin with an incredibly (and comically) red nose even though he’d applied sunscreen. You spent the afternoon cuddling in front of the television, making the most out of your last day alone together. Truthfully, you felt a little sad at the prospect of tomorrow. You missed Arin too and couldn’t wait to see her but spending your days so intimately and lovingly with Seokjin had been amazing. You told him just as much gone midnight, wrapped up in his arms and bedsheets, head pressed against his sheened chest as you listened to his heartbeat slowly even out. This week had made you fall for him harder – if possible – and you were sad it was ending, but just so excited this was only the beginning… He kissed you long and hard, agreeing wholeheartedly, words unneeded.

Arin was due back early afternoon, so you and Seokjin shared breakfast together before you packed up your things. He clung to you the entire time, sighing every time you folded up an item of clothing and placed it in your case.

“How will I function without having sex with you every morning?” He bemoaned after one particularly loud unhappy exhale.

“I’m sure you’ll manage,” you laughed. He was unbelievable. And whiney. But then again, so were you…

Stood beside your car an hour later, saying your goodbyes, you hugged him tight. “I’m going to miss youuu.” How were you expected to sleep alone tonight?! It wasn’t fair.

It was now Seokjin’s turn to chuckle at your ridiculousness. “I’m not going anywhere.” He assured, cupping the back of your head as you pulled back to look at him. His expression softened instantly. “But I feel the same.” Kissing your nose, he smiled. “You know that you can spend the night here anytime you want though, right?”

You held out until Monday. You wanted to give Arin some time alone with Seokjin after her week away, you bet she’d missed her father like crazy, but apparently she’d missed you too… Seokjin called you while he was at work – his second call of the day. (His first had been at six o’clock this morning, waking you up to let you know he (and his dick) missed you.) Arin had asked him to ask you if you wanted to come over tonight for an impromptu movie night. You were touched to say the least. You let Seokjin know you’d be there 6pm on the dot with snacks at hand. He told you to bring an overnight bag…

Having sex with Arin under the same roof took some time to get used to. The first time was so hilarious looking back. It was 1am, time was ticking on and Seokjin had to be awake in under six hours, Arin was long asleep – and across the hall! Yet still you were both anxious fools, listening out for the slightest of noises just in case the unthinkable happened. Not that it would have, Seokjin knew Arin was a heavy sleeper so there was little chance of her barging in… but it still didn’t stop him from whispering “What was that?” every five minutes, eyes pulled wide like a deer caught in headlights.

It definitely got easier though, and soon movie nights became a regular thing as the last weeks of summer rolled by. You had a routine; one movie of Arin’s choice and then it was her bedtime, and then if Seokjin and you felt like it, you’d choose a movie yourselves to watch. Tonight was a Saturday, so after Enchanted had finished and Seokjin put Arin to bed, you decided to watch something too seeing as he didn’t have work the next morning.

Halfway in, however, you were getting distracted… Your hand sneaking inside the blanket you had wrapped around the both of you to run up and down Seokjin’s thigh. This week had been an odd one. Your boyfriend had been super busy with work and you’d missed him – obviously. You’d done well to keep your hands off him for this long, now you were finally caving…

“I guess this movie is boring?” Seokjin whispered into the darkness, face lit up with a blue glow. His eyes sparkled as your gazes met, your palm hovering over his crotch. He lifted his hips a touch, brushing against you.

“No,” you grinned, leaning in to kiss him. “You’re just more interesting…”

He chuckled against your lips. “I definitely agree with that.”

Groaning, you went to lift your hand away but he snatched it back, pressing you into him, encouraging you to rub. With your tongues entwined, you soon felt his erection stirring, cock stiffening under his sweats.

It was a wonder you both heard the creak of the wooden floorboards in the hallway – but thankfully you did. Movements stilling, you pulled back. Eyes wide in question, you mouthed, “What was that?”

You both listened out for another noise, hearing the tell-tale sound of footsteps walking towards the movie room. “Arin,” Seokjin breathed, and just like that the moment was over. You broke apart, Seokjin rearranging his junk expertly (a round of applause) before he stood up.

On cue, a tiny voice sounded from behind the door. “Daddy?”

“Arin, sweetie, what is it?” He asked, walking over to pull it open.

Arin was stood there, looking perfectly wide awake hugging her rabbit plush. “I can’t get to sleep.”

“And why’s that?” Seokjin asked.

She ignored him completely, walking into the room. “What are you watching?”

“A grown-ups movie,” he replied, sounding amused. “Come on, let me take you back upstairs. Say goodnight to Y/N again.”

Arin whined loudly, turning to her dad. “But I can’t sleeeep!”

“Maybe she can stay up for a little while?” You suggested, looking over at Seokjin before you turned your attention to Arin. “Until you’re tired, hm, Arin?”

Her face lit up immediately. “I think that’s a great idea, Y/N.”

You laughed and Seokjin wasn’t close behind, bending down to squeeze Arin’s sides, playfully causing her to squeal. “Do you, little miss?” You met Seokjin’s gaze, both of you coming to terms with the fact your moment had been well and truly ruined. It was fine… You had later on tonight…

“It’s the weekend, she can stay up a little later than normal, no?” You asked with a smile.

“Fine,” he mock sighed, pretending to only give in right now.

Arin cheered in victory, rushing over to sit next to you on the sofa, cuddling in immediately. She had gotten what she’d came downstairs for. You wrapped your arm around her shoulders, an action that had become more than normal these past couple of weeks. The more time you spent here, the closer you had become. You were no longer the teacher who had started dating her father. You were now his girlfriend, someone she saw regularly, someone she could laugh and joke around with. Someone she felt comfortable around, and vice versa. You were Y/N. Just as your relationship with Seokjin was growing and developing on the daily, so was your relationship with Arin. And you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Arin looked up at her father and grinned. “Can we watch another Disney movie, Daddy?”

As it happened, Arin didn’t last an hour before she was fast asleep between you both, softly snoring, her bunny fallen forgotten to her side. Deciding to head upstairs too, you followed Seokjin as he carried her to her room, stopping by the entrance to watch him lay her down and place a soft kiss to her forehead. You smiled to yourself, warmth flooding your chest at the touching scene in front of you before you both headed off for Seokjin’s room and began getting ready for bed.

Seokjin was lying on top of the mattress when you exited the bathroom, knowing you’d left your pyjamas in the closet somewhere. Only, the sight of him sprawled out in baggy shorts and a t-shirt, so casually sexy, had you suddenly distracted. In just your underwear, you viewed him from the end of the bedframe. “Where were we earlier?”

He groaned, rubbing his hands over his face. “I don’t know, I think I’m in a Disney Princess coma.”

Chuckling, you placed a knee on the bed. “You enjoyed yourself really.” Then your hands. Then your other knee. Slowly crawling towards him. “Do you want to enjoy yourself now?”

He immediately sat up, back against the headboard, his eyes falling to your cleavage. He smirked softly. “That sounds like an offer I can’t refuse.”

Ten minutes later you had him in your mouth, knelt to his side, ass facing him as he rubbed and massaged the flesh to his heart’s content. “You’re so good at this,” he praised, his fingers slipping into the side of your underwear teasingly. You sucked him deeper. “Fuck. So good. Baby, let me make you feel good too.” He removed his fingers and ran them along your ass, stopping at your entrance to rub. You were soaked through, could feel it yourself. He moaned. Either because of your tongue or because of what he felt. Maybe both. “So wet and you’re only sucking my cock.”

You slid your mouth off of him, running your fist up and down the solid and slippery length instead. He jerked his hips into your touch, chasing the pleasure. “Quit inflating your ego,” you quipped.

He chuckled, turning to his side as his fingers moved up to the waistband of your underwear. “Mm. Like this?”

You got the message loud and clear, letting him slide the fabric down your ass before settling down on your side too. You ran your fist over the tip of him as he rid you of your underwear altogether, wrapping his arms around your hips to angle your heat towards his mouth. You wriggled as you felt the first press of his tongue, earning you a quick, playful smack to the ass and after that you let him hold you tight, the tip of his tongue digging between your folds to flick against your clit.

You leaned forward, wanting to return the favour, and sucked him back into your mouth, the angle now making it easier to slip him deeper. You’d never done something like this together before, which was surprising in itself considering the sheer amount of times you’d been unable to keep your hands off each other these past three weeks. It was so erotic hearing him groan against you as he continued to pleasure you, your own moans vibrating down his cock as you both grew more eager, lost in the feeling.

He came first. It probably had something to do with the way you massaged his balls, concentrating on sucking the tip of him as his hips grew impatient and he began rocking into you. He moaned your name, mouth faltering, and all he could do was grip your ass tight as he felt his orgasm take over, grunting as you swallowed each drop.

“I win,” you gleed softly, pulling away from him to kiss down his softening length.

“Of course you do,” he murmured, sounding fucked out. “Fuck, I needed that.” Rolling onto his back, he ran his hands down your thighs. “Come here, let me kiss you.”

Moving to straddle him, you leaned in and kissed him hungrily, still very much horny, and tasting yourself on his lips didn’t help matters. His hands cupped your bare ass, spreading it slightly so he could run his fingers along your lips, so wet he was sinking in before he could realise.

You moaned, rocking into him and he cursed softly, pushing his head back into the pillows. He tugged you forward. “This way,” he got out, panting slightly, out of breath from the way you’d kissed him. You understood from the way he was lifting you up where this was going…

Moving up his body, your thighs were soon either side of his head. He wasted no time in lunging forward, mouth picking up where he left off. You held on to the headboard, careful not to press your entire body weight into him for fear of suffocating him. Not that he would mind, you thought… He was all over you, licking and kissing wherever he could reach, hellbent on tasting every inch of you, humming in enjoyment the entire time as you panted.

You kept your eyes on him, one of your hands moving to caress his hair, pushing it out of his eyes, his forehead on show as well as those deadly eyebrows of his, currently furrowed in determination. When his dark eyes flickered up to your face, you shuddered, moaning loudly. He loved it. It set him off.

“I love the way you taste so much,” he praised, pulling back to rub his thumb over your clit. You bucked into him, fluttering when he kissed the spot lovingly. “That right then,” he almost rasped. “It’s been a fantasy of mine for a while.”

In other circumstances you’d 100% shoot a witty comeback his way, but not now – definitely not now. Not when he was slipping two fingers inside of you right this instant. You were soon rubbing your hips into his face like a woman possessed, needing to feel his tongue again as you choked out a few extra moans.

“Honey, that’s it,” he encouraged with a long groan. “Ride me a little. You have no idea how much this turns me on. I could get hard all over again.”

Moaning, turned on by his words, you listened, relief flooding you when you felt the warmth of his tongue against your clit. You moved like you usually did when he had you spread on your back, grinding against his tongue, only this time you had a lot more control – and he seemed to love it, free hand digging into the side of your ass, the other dragging against your walls, making you tremble. With one hand clutching the headboard, the other in his hair you used the leverage to rock against him, the squelchy wet noises fuelling you further, until you were panting and out of breath, unable to take much more.

You lifted your hips a little, feeling your legs tremble like jello, and let Seokjin kiss the inside of your thighs, his fingers now shallowly fucking you as you attempted to catch your breath. “I love how wet and warm and soft you are,” he groaned. His lips brushed past your clit, breath fanning over you. “You really have the most amazing pussy.”

“Seokjinn,” you moaned, unable to stop from jerking against his face again. His mouth would be the death of you. He latched his lips against your clit, sucking the bud gently into his mouth over and over again. You were done for, sighs of pleasure rolling out of you as you stared down at him.

“Mmm, baby? You gonna cum?” He asked, stroking your walls deeper, pressing and curling as he went. You nodded, incoherent noises all you could manage as your thighs tightened. “All over my face?” He prompted.

You didn’t need much encouraging.

It was inevitable the need for condoms would become unnecessary soon enough. Which was a shame really, given Seokjin’s bargain hunting, but it wasn’t long before they became a bind – inconvenient, more so. That, and you wanted nothing more than to feel Seokjin bare inside of you, to be as close as physically possible, and nothing could be as close to feeling him come inside you. It had been a while since you’d been on birth control, years obviously, but highly organised and a bit of a control freak, you’d be damned if you ever forgot to pop that pill every goddam day.

The first time without a condom had been mind-blowing. You were under the impression sex with Seokjin couldn’t get better than it already was, but you were wrong – very wrong. You were home alone, Arin staying with her mom for the night and you were taking full advantage of the opportunity. Who needed dinner at a time like this? But Seokjin (who had now become reacquainted with his culinary skills) insisted on preparing a candlelit meal. It was almost reminiscent of your first time together entirely, Seokjin keen and eager to pull out all the stops, and you teased him to no end. Was coming inside you for the first time really that big of an occasion? His reply: Yes. Very much so yes.

Not an hour later, half your plates still full and too excited for no more than ten minutes of foreplay, you were both naked, sweaty and way beyond control. The bedsheets were rumpled, barely hanging onto the bed as you rolled around, the pungent smell of sex in the air, and in hindsight, you should’ve knocked the aircon on…

Not that you had time to think right now. You’d successfully gotten him onto his back, riding him into submission until all he could do was hold onto your breasts and meet each bounce with a roll of his hips. You clutched him to you, hands over his own as you concentrated on the burning pleasure travelling up your body. It had been a couple of weeks since the last time you’d been able to fuck with such abandon. Arin was obviously home 90% of the time and on the odd occasional Seokjin spent the night at your place, Soojung was there (maybe even Tae too), her bedroom right next to yours.

Seokjin’s hands soon found their way clamped to your hips, pushing you back a little so he could see himself as he thrust up into you. You cried out, the sound of his skin thudding against yours telling you just how hard and fast he was pounding into you. His eyes were glued to where your bodies met and he could see perfectly just how well you were soaking his dick, just how good you were taking it, stretching over his girth.

“I’m close,” he panted, hips stuttering. He slowed his pace, but kept the pressure, his cock getting deeper. You held on tightly to his thighs, anchoring yourself, your walls clamping down around him. He groaned, feeling every minute sensation without the latex barrier. “I’m so fucking close. Can’t wait to cum inside you.”

You moaned in response, holding eye contact with him, your face contorted with pleasure, and that seemed to set him off, your pants and sighs of pleasure happening in unison as he sped up one last time, ready to fill you with his cum. The veins in his neck burst as he grunted and his cock twitched, flesh scorching. He fucked you through each wave of his orgasm, holding you still, your body jerking with the force. In the back of your mind you realised come tomorrow morning you’d be sore as hell, but honestly, who cared?

Carried away, no longer able to think straight, his cock fell out of you with one awry thrust. He was growing flaccid anyway, sensitive, so it was impossible trying to push back inside of you. Which was sad because you were still a mess, warm with his cum and desperate for more relief. You plopped down on his thighs, your breasts rising up and down with each laboured breath and then Seokjin’s eyes caught something. Something seeping out of your body…

“Fuck.” He half moaned in amazement. “It’s dripping out.”

After that you didn’t have a moment to think. You were flat on your back before you could truly process his words, his fingertips circling your swollen entrance, smearing his cum in the process. You pulsed in anticipation, body greedy, and he gave it to you swiftly, plunging two fingers inside you. You moaned on impact, feet planted to the mattress as he started snapping his wrist, pushing his cum back into you.

“Baby, you drive me crazy.” He husked, sounding positively tormented. “Look so pretty with my cum inside you.” All you could do was moan in reply, walls squeezing around his digits as he coaxed you to orgasm. “I can feel it,” he grunted, pressing his body into yours, his mouth chasing for a kiss. Your tongues meshed together urgently, kiss sloppy, done in haste.

“Seokjinn…” Your voice was a whine and you clutched at his shoulders, closing your eyes when you felt his lips trail down your chin, moving southward, towards the valley of your breasts.

He growled as your body jerked, his tongue swirling around one of your hard nipples. “You’ve started something now. I’m gonna have to cum in you every single day.”

You were on fire. His words affecting you in ways you didn’t think were possible. “Don’t s-stop,” you implored, although if anything, he was snapping his wrist even faster now, fingers curved, hitting right where you needed. You moaned loudly. “You always make me feel so good. Mm. I’m-I’m… Fuck.”

Grunting, your curse ruining him, he made his way back to your mouth. You held him tightly, back stuck to the bed with sweat. “Cum, baby.” He told you. “Please.”

That sent you over the edge, waves of pleasure rocking your body and he swallowed each one of your moans greedily, his fingers gradually slowing, easing you through your orgasm until he slid out. He pulled back with a drunken grin. “You’re so sexy.” Then he looked down your naked body, sighing in wonder. “God, you’re amazing.”

“Quit it!” You exclaimed with a laugh, whacking his shoulder. Still very much out of breath.

Summer continued to fly by, not long left now until you were back at school. As much as the prospect excited you, you couldn’t help but feel a little dejected. Having so much time off had worked out perfectly for your relationship with Seokjin, because even though he was still very much busy with work, you had all the free time in the world to match his schedule. It made you sad to realise there would be no more lunch dates. No more impromptu midweek movie nights. Actually, thinking about it, staying over during the weekday would probably be pretty impossible too – with all the lessons you’d have to plan and the work you’d need to score. In fact, you were about to be a hell of a lot busier from September onwards.

Seokjin reassured you as best he could. You’d fall into routine soon enough and things would work out. You could still meet up for lunch – he’d drive over and you’d eat in his car if needed, and you could still spend the night on a weekday. He’d wait patiently while you finished up work, make you dinner and then make sure you were asleep by 10pm. You appreciated the sentiment, he always did know how to cheer you up. Although his “Think of it this way, you left school single and now you’re going back with an incredibly kind and insanely sexy boyfriend. I’d call yourself lucky, if I was you.” wasn’t as treasured… He thought he was funny, but he wasn’t at all…

Still, you had two weeks left to go, there was no point being miserable over the inevitable. You’d had the best summer of your life, you were lucky. (Just not in the way Seokjin had implied…)

“I can’t wait to take this off you tonight,” Seokjin murmured against your ear as he zipped the back of your dress up, insinuation deep in his tone.

Turning around to face him, you placed your hands on his shoulders. “We can always skip tonight and go straight to the sex.”

Laughing heartily, he tapped your ass. “Nice try. There’s nothing to be nervous about, okay?” He ignored your grumbling and stepped away, reaching for his cufflinks on the bedside table. “It’s just a dinner, honey.”

“With a bunch of the country’s richest people,” you exclaimed, feeling sick all over again. Every few months or so Seokjin had dinner with a few of his colleagues. They brought their partners along, and this time Seokjin was ecstatic you would be joining him. You on the other hand were this close to hyperventilating.

“That’s a small exaggeration,” Seokjin scoffed, cufflinks now attached as he made his way back to you. He cupped your waist, tilting his head to the side with a smile. “Besides, your boyfriend is included in that bunch. Are you nervous around me to?”

“Shut it,” you muttered, reaching to straighten his bow tie. He looked amazing in his suit tonight, hair parted to the side. Skipping dinner seemed like an excellent idea… But when he leaned in to kiss you sweetly, you knew you couldn’t. Seokjin was looking forward to “showing you off.” (His exact words.) I’m not a trophy, you’d shot back, but of course you knew he hadn’t meant it like that. It was sweet actually. He was proud. And happy. And cute.

Wrapping your arms around his shoulders, you hugged him close. He nosed your neck, humming happily before nipping a patch of skin with his teeth, growling playfully. “Seriously, I can’t wait to rip this dress off you.”

You squealed as he began to tickle your sides, trying to push him away. “Stop, you’ll crease it.”

“It’s fine,” he reassured, easing up to gaze at you. “You’ll still look stunning. Always do.” The black floor-length dress you were in was nothing you were used to, and maybe that’s why your nerves were worse than what they should be but knowing Seokjin liked what he saw helped ease your reservations. How could it not? He always made you feel like a million dollars.

He was looking forward to tonight, so you should try to as well… You had nothing to worry about.

You really didn’t.

The night was a success. Despite your lives being vastly different, you got along with Seokjin’s colleagues well. They seemed like lovely people, especially the wife of Seokjin’s CFO. She was around your age, a couple of years older maybe, and you bonded over your favourite book series like a pair of nerds. You both left with a recommended reading list saved into your phones, numbers exchanged with plans of encouraging one another to read more. Seokjin was delighted you’d enjoyed yourself so much and you spent the chauffeured car journey to your place talking about the night.

Although, as soon as you got inside was an entirely different story altogether. It had already been pre-decided that Seokjin would spend the night with you, Misook babysitting Arin at his home, and you soon realised that he had not been messing around when he’d informed you he was going to rip the dress off you. You weren’t even up the stairs before he was attempting to unzip you, bumping his crotch into your ass with every step as he kissed your neck, blowing raspberries as he went.

“Shhh. Shush,” you giggled, trying your best to whisper successfully. “They may be still awake.” You knew Taehyung was staying over tonight too, he’d been here spread out on the couch before you’d left for Seokjin’s place this afternoon.

“Better get you to your room quickly then.” He said confidently, pouncing on you at the top step as he wrapped his arms around your middle.

You bit back a squeal, shoving your foot into his shin. “Seokjin!”

In the privacy of your bedroom, you shut the door tight, turning back to see your boyfriend already stripping out of his tux jacket. He didn’t have shoes on either and as you looked around for them, spotting nothing, you realised he must have kicked them off back downstairs. When?! He reached for you, running his hands down your curves before they settled on your ass. He looked at you as if he wanted to eat you. Your stomach stirred, only now realising exactly where tonight was heading. He really hadn’t been bluffing…

“Did I tell you how stunning you looked tonight?” He asked, popping his bowtie off and unbuttoning his shirt halfway. His collarbones sharp enough to cut, the outline of his chest clear enough to make you dribble.

You chuckled, although you could hear the aroused tremble so obviously. “You may have mentioned it once or twice.”

He smiled your way, although it was more like a smirk, and stalked towards you. “Turn around.”

You obeyed in an instant. His fingers reaching for the zip of your dress. It was already halfway down – something you hadn’t realised. (He was obviously somewhat success back in the hallway.) As he revealed the expanse of your back he kissed the nape of your neck, gently pushing the straps over your shoulders to let the fabric slide down. With an expert snap he had your bra loose, removing that too, and it fell to the floor in front of you, hands reaching forward to cup your breasts, fingertips pinching your nipples. You moaned, disappointed when he moved, but then he started mouthing down your spine as he helped the dress along, surprising you when he crouched down, and then inevitably got on his knees, pushing the garment past your hips. He groaned when he saw your thong, lips parting to caress you with his tongue.

“You have the most perfect ass,” he gruffed against the skin, giving you a squeeze. “Have I ever told you that? Could worship it all night.”

Please, you wanted to murmur, but you held back, biting down on your lip as you felt him sink his teeth into one of your ass cheeks. What was with him tonight? You could already feel your arousal collecting between the small band of your panties. It wasn’t going to hold for long.

“Let’s get you out of this dress.” Despite his casual tone, he tugged the garment harshly, causing you to stumble at the sudden movement.

“Seokjin!” You chided lightly, clutching onto one of his hands now at your hip. “I still have my heels on, could’ve broken my ankle.”

“I was here to keep you safe,” he assured you with a chuckle, and then as an afterthought, “Maybe you could keep them on while we…”

You bumped your butt into his face, silently telling him to shut it, and kicked the footwear off, now able to remove your dress easily. Seokjin stood, spinning you to face him, mouth pressing into yours with haste. He kissed you passionately, wrapping his arms around you, holding you to him, your breasts pushed up against his chest. He was still clothed, but you could feel his erection pressing into your stomach. You wanted to touch it, but your hands were too busy caught up in his hair.

“Bed,” he panted up against your mouth, practically lifting you up to push you down on the mattress. You settled on your elbows, watching him as he tore open the rest of his shirt buttons, throwing the item to the floor, his well-defined torso now on full display.

He pounced on you, kissing you hungrily once more, so hungrily in fact, you needed to pull away to catch your breath. He moved to your cheek, wet kisses finding their way to your ear. Sensitive, you had to push him away with a hand to the chest. “Sorry, am I being too much?” He murmured, lips sticky.

You shook your head with a shaky giggle. “I just can’t keep up.”

“Just lay back and enjoy, baby.” His tone was reassuring, encouraging, and insanely sexy. He lifted your hips, scooting you up the bed to rest your head on the pillows. “Can you do that for me?”

“Of course.” You watched him raise up on his knees, the clank of his belt making you pulse down below as he undid it. He unzipped his pants but made no effort to take them off, running his palm once along the curve of his length before he crawled over you. He placed a sweet kiss to your mouth, smiling as he pulled away. “Did you notice I didn’t go for dessert tonight?” Puzzled, you stayed silent waiting for him to explain. His smile widened, more of a grin now – a very amused one at that. “I was saving myself for something tastier.”

You scoffed. He was unbelievable, but it was easy to let him get away with such corny lines. Especially when he had you spread out near naked on your own bed. “Lame!” You exclaimed, immediately clamping your hand across your mouth. You needed to remember to keep quiet, Soojung and Taehyung were asleep next door, but you were feeling uncharacteristically unbothered tonight, too eager and excited.

He chuckled at your silliness. “Y/N, I’m pretty sure you’ve heard them have sex before. Think of it as payback.”

His nonchalance was pretty attractive so you let his words ease your mind. Although maybe it had more to do with the way he was trailing kisses down your stomach… He leaned back to spread your legs, already bent at the knee. You were pretty sure your thong was doing nothing to protect your modesty anymore.

He confirmed your assumption with a sharp intake of breath. “Honey, you’re soaking. I haven’t even done anything yet.” You braced yourself, waiting to feel the brush of his finger, but instead it was the softness of his tongue. He licked a strip up your clothed mound, a noise of delight rumbling from him. You pulsed uncontrollably, eager for more.

He gave it to you. Lips wrapping around your hidden clit, tongue laving, soaking the delicate material even more. Your legs instantly squeezed around his head, unsure what to do with the sudden influx of pleasure before you moaned, rocking your hips into him gently.

He eased away slightly, replacing his tongue with his thumb, rubbing skilled circles that caused you to squelch. “Love your pussy so much,” he murmured, going back for more hastily.

You moaned again at his words, fingers digging into the sheets beneath you, but it wasn’t long before he was kissing back up your stomach, mouth now attaching itself to one your nipples. Your hands flew to the back of his head, looking down at him as he flicked the bud with his tongue, moaning as he did so. It was such an erotic sight you felt speechless, and when his chocolatey brown eyes met yours, pooling with desire, you felt beside yourself.

“Turn around.” He whispered, roughly. “On your knees for me?”

You had never listened so fast in all your life, scrabbling on your hands and knees in record time. You waited as patiently as you could, ass in the air, anticipating his next move. You startled when you felt a puff of air against your entrance, the sound of Seokjin’s sticky lips loud in your ears. “You look so good in this thong,” he praised, snapping the thin line of fabric between your ass.

Pushing into him, you smirked. “I wore it just for you.”

He hummed – in contemplation almost – before he pulled your panties to the side and dove straight in with his mouth. You yelped, ducking your head at your volume. You’d been expecting him to go straight to the sex, not continue to eat you out. He’d never done it in this position before – it felt amazing. A noise dragged from his throat as he pulled away, fingers dipping under the sides of your panties to drag them over your ass impatiently. As he did so, he bit into your ass, his hands now spreading your thighs, exposing you more so he could bury his face between your legs.

You held your breath, waiting for him to continue but nothing could prepare you for the pleasure he was about to inflict on you. He flicked his tongue out against your clit, nose and mouth pressed flush against your heat, hands rooted to your ass and you moaned right away, bucking into him instinctively. Unable to hit your clit as well as he usually could he slid his mouth along your slit, tongue beginning to lick at your entrance, sucking your inner lips gently into his mouth as he did so. You were soaking, could feel yourself starting to drip down the inside of your thighs, but Seokjin didn’t seem to have a care in the world, lapping you up as if he was a man dying of thirst, rough moans letting you know just how much he was enjoying himself – enjoying you.

When you felt his tongue push inside you, you jolted, sensation instantly making your thighs squeeze together. Not that they could with Seokjin hunched between them. He began to experimentally push in and out of you, noticing the way you tensed around him and hearing the way your breathing got shallower. Wordlessly, his hand reached forward, around your thigh to hook between your legs and start rubbing your clit with his fingers. With his other hand he gently (but firmly) pushed down at the small of your back, your ass rising higher, giving him better access to keep fucking you with his tongue. With the added stimulus you could feel yourself breaking, knees trembling, pushed hard against the mattress. He felt so warm, and wet, and just incredible. Your moans got more frequent, heartbeat pounding in your ears.

“That feels so good.” You managed to choke out, your orgasm so close you could taste it. That’s usually when you gabbled. “Right there. Don’t stop!” He listened, speeding up his movements, the squelch getting louder as he grunted in exertion. He sounded so hot it just turned you on even more, and you lifted your ass higher, pushing into each thrust of his tongue. He rubbed your clit desperately, determined to push you ever the edge.

You gasped, unsure how else to stay quiet as more words rushed out of you. “Seokjin–! I’m going to– Oh, my god, I’m coming!” Burying your face into the pillows your moans turned muffled as you came, white hot pleasure bursting through your veins. So sated, you couldn’t even find it in you to feel embarrassed with how loud he’d just made you orgasm.

His finger moved away first, clit pulsing against nothing as he massaged the round of your ass instead, coating you in your own arousal, before his tongue eased off, placing a delicate kiss to your entrance as a goodbye.

The mattress shifted under his weight as he moved back a couple of inches and you heard him slide his belt out of the trouser loops, the sound flying straight to your core. He stripped behind you quickly, you couldn’t even bring yourself to take a peek, too dazed, yet your imagination worked quite well. Instead, you kept kneeling for him, waiting for his return.

He wasn’t even a minute. You felt the warmth of his dick press against the small of your back as he made his way closer once again.

“Are you ready for me?” Despite the deepness of his voice – how obviously he was affected – you could hear the care in his tone as he checked in on you.

“So ready,” you insisted, jutting into his thighs.

He chuckled, pushing his dick between your legs now, sliding it across your slit. You were still sensitive, squirming against him, but you were also still so greedy, so you let him do what he wanted, soaking his cock along your wetness unhurriedly. You were so distracted by his movements, the smack he suddenly landed on your ass had you yelping more so from shock than sting. If you weren’t so drunk with pleasure right now you’d chew him out for being so loud.

“Did that hurt?” He asked curiously, voice dripping danger. You felt your gut squeeze. That was new. He’d slapped your ass before but never with that much intent. The sting melted into your skin as he massaged the spot. “Mm, baby?” He pressed, voice now dripping honey. “Do you like pain?” He spanked you again but this time you were ready, biting down on your lip. “Like it when I’m mean to you?”

You nodded, some type of agreeing noise leaving your throat which seemed to appease him. He rubbed your ass soothingly, the head of his cock now dragging across your entrance. How he had this much patience was beyond you. You could not relate.

“Quit teasing.” You whined. Put it in me.”

“Don’t be a brat, honey.” He chuckled, but he pushed ever so slightly into you. He let out a sharp exhale, starting to fuck you shallowly with the tip, hands at his sides. You squeezed around nothing, flinging your head back frustratingly. “Seokjin!” You wanted him to fuck you. And touch you.

Chuckling again, throatily, he pushed an inch deeper. He wasn’t even halfway inside of you. “I want to antagonise myself. Shush.” But he gripped your ass, pulling you apart slightly to slowly push inside of you all the way. You both groaned with the drag, taking a breather as you squeezed around him, getting used to the feeling. You always felt so full in this position, trembling around his crazy big dick.

Soon he began to move, sliding in and out of you with intense concentration. You couldn’t see him but you knew his gaze was welded to where your bodies met, watching himself disappear inside you over and over again. “You’re the tease, Y/N,” he murmured, picking up the pace. You could hear yourself squelching around his girth. “You drive me fucking crazy.” He felt you pulse and his breath hitched.

Bunching the meat of your ass in his fists, he pounded into you for a few moments, holding you still, making you take it. You whimpered, trying your best to stay quiet. “Always take my cock so well. Don’t you, baby?”

“Ye-ess.” Your voice broke, a moan tearing through you as he rammed himself deep inside , stopping dead. “Fuck, Seokjin.” You were burning up. You needed him to move before you sobbed.

With precision, he started fucking you slowly, bottoming out each time, revelling in your warmth, your wetness. It was so intense your eyes started to water, trying your best to stay as silent as possible but each breath was sounding more and more like a moan. You could hear yourself squelching around him every time he moved. So could he.

“I love that,” he said, voice tight, as if he was trying his best to keep calm. “I’m gonna cum so deep in you tonight. Fill you up good.”

You moaned loudly this time. It was always hot to hear your well-spoken boyfriend fall off into the deep end, articulation deteriorating with each thrust. It turned you on like no tomorrow. “Please do,” you urged, walls clamping around him at the very thought.

He lost it at that, begging with your words and your body, and it wasn’t long before his movements were speeding up, his hips snapping against your ass as he held it tight. “Can you cum again?” He sounded frantic.

“M-maybe – oh.” You jolted, feeling Seokjin’s fingers at your clit.

“I really want you to cum again for me.” His fingers became persistent, rubbing circles against your sensitivity.

Holding your breath, you concentrated. On each thrust, how good his dick was, how the motions on your clit felt. Everything… You willed your second orgasm, feeling it start to be pulled out of you. You started to meet each of his thrusts, skin slapping as your sweaty bodies worked together. “Yes, yes, yes, yes–!” You urged with each thud, so close you were trembling. Your voice broke as the sensation took over, moan turning into a squeak as you tried to shut up.

This time your orgasm was shorter, but it didn’t make it any less intense. In fact, it immediately exhausted you. “Shit. Fuck.” You mumbled, pretty much collapsing into the bed, Seokjin wedged deep inside you.

“You feel different.” He groaned. You felt him twitch. “Love that feeling.” Ever so carefully, he drew back, hands gliding along your back. “I’m okay to finish?”

“Yes,” you nodded, turning to press your cheek to the pillow. You jutted your ass out, feeling him slide back in almost involuntarily, your tightness calling him back. “Be quick though.” You were tired – and sensitive. Still horny though…

He found that amusing, chuckling throatily. “I promise you I will. I’m so fucking close.” He pulled back again, grunting. He was taking his time, easing you into it. “Ngh. I’m almost too big for you now. You’re squeezing so much.”

You moaned in reply, loving the way he held your hips firm and rolled into you, slowly fucking you into the mattress.

“Tell me how much you’re loving it,” he pretty much pleaded, ever so slightly speeding up.

“I love it so much.” You professed. “You have n-no idea.” You jerked forward as he hit deep, crying out. “Seokjinn! Please. Go a little faster.”

He grunted, sounding smug. “You want my cum.” You moaned in reply. “Say it for me.” He demanded. “Please, baby, say it for me.”

“I want your cum,” you moaned.

And that was enough. With a strangled cry he began to snap his hips faster and faster, fucking you hard, chasing his end. It didn’t take long. A minute later he rammed himself deep, stiffening as he came inside you, groan of relief loud as all the tension left his body. “Shit.” He muttered, collapsing on top of you, careful not to press his full body weight into you.

He held your shoulders, nuzzling into you as he slid to your side. You used what was left of your energy to turn around, letting him smother you with kisses. “That was… I don’t know what came over me.” He exclaimed.

“It was amazing,” you gushed, running a hand down his sticky chest. You could spot your arousal, now dried to his face, his hairline damp with perspiration. You leaned in for a kiss, pulling back when he began to laugh. You looked at him puzzled.

“You want my cum,” he gleed.

“Get lost!” You groaned, pushing him away. He rolled onto his back, his chest still rising visibly as he caught his breath.

“I need the bathroom,” he announced, standing and looking around. “My bag? I thought Misook said she dropped it off for me?”

Sitting up, you glanced around. “Maybe Soo left it downstairs.” She’d probably thought you’d spot it by the door when you arrived home. You’d been too distracted… “Wear my robe.” You suggested.

“That?” Seokjin questioned, looking sceptically at the pink fluffy nightgown hooked onto your closet door.

“Why not? You’ll look cute.”

“True,” he agreed, turning to reach for it.

“Nice ass.” You had a great view from here.

“Hey,” he whined, throwing the robe on quickly to hide his modesty.

“What, you have a really nice ass for a forty year old!” You insisted.

He clicked his tongue. “Now that’s just rude.”

You giggled as he left, calling out a not very believable sorry after him. A few minutes later you heard Soojung’s door open, footsteps in the hallway and then, voices. Taehyung and Seokjin’s. They’d bumped into each other. You laughed to yourself, imagining how awkward it must be for them right now. Amazing. Twenty seconds later Seokjin and your fluffy robe were shooting through the door.

“Oh, my god.” Seokjin grimaced. “That was so awkward. Taehyung wanted the bathroom as I was leaving.”

“I heard,” you chuckled, amused by your boyfriend’s unnecessary mortification.

He laid on the bed, groaning. “We had to small talk. He was in his boxers… I think he knew we’d just had sex.”

“Yeah, he probably heard us too…”

Seokjin made a noise of discomfort. He wasn’t so sure of himself now, was he? You rolled your eyes and reached for him, gathering the collar of your gown in your hands to kiss him. You grinned. “You look really sexy in my pink fluffy gown.”

He hummed against your mouth, “I know, right?” He didn’t need persuading when you pulled him over you, untying the middle of the robe before pushing the fluffy garment over his broad shoulders. His dick was soft, but he was eager if the way he kissed you was anything to go by. It made you feel guilty when you inevitably pushed him away, robe victoriously clutched in your arms.

“Where are you going?” He whined, watching you stand.

You slipped into the nightgown, smiling cutely. “I need to pee.”

When you woke up the next morning there was a text waiting for you from your beloved best friend…

Soojung (08:12am) Tae just told me he woke up and heard you guys having s e x last night Then he bumped into Seokjin who was wearing ur robe I’m glad I’m a heavy sleeper But he said it sounded like you were having a GREAT time 😏 Dilf got movesss 😳

The embarrassment!

Today was a very important day, according to one little person. Arin’s seventh birthday. She’d mentioned it almost every single day since August had arrived. Seokjin had worked really hard organising her a garden party, inviting all their family and friends, including a couple of her friends from school. You were a bit nervous about that, knowing you’d be met with a few curious questions but there were more pressing issues at hand... You were about to meet Seokjin’s parents for the first time. (As well as numerous other members of his family, but a girl could only worry about so many things at once.)

He’d already met your family a couple of weeks previous – joining you for lunch with your mom one afternoon and then accompanying you for dinner at your father’s house a few days later. Seokjin had taken it in his stride, so even if he was a little nervous he never once showed it. He was good at that, you admired him for that. You on the other hand were this close to breaking out into a nervous sweat.

You were thankful Arin had you preoccupied all morning, insisting on helping Misook and you put up the decorations for her own birthday party. Helpful as always, although be it a little buzzed. Scrap that, a lot buzzed. She was still on a high from celebrating her birthday with her mom for a couple of days. She’s only gotten back yesterday afternoon, and that’s when Seokjin had surprised her with two pet rabbits – one snowy white, the other midnight black. Her excitement levels were through the roof today. Seokjin had called you this morning informing you he’d been woken up at 5am and he needed your assistance ASAP because he couldn’t handle a hyperactive birthday girl all on his own the entirety of the morning…

By 1pm some of the guest had already started arriving; Seokjin’s brother and his wife, along with their two twin boys who were a couple of years younger than Arin. Aunts and uncles, and a few cousins, Seokjin’s friend Namjoon, who had two children; a 9 year-old daughter and a four year-old son, and then a few of Arin’s friends, some from various clubs she attended and two you recognised from school. They recognised you too of course, and you overheard Arin adorably telling them that you were her “daddy’s girlfriend.” No matter how much time past, and no matter how natural this all felt now, you were still so happy that Arin was on board with all this. It was the best feeling.

Seokjin’s parents were the last to show up seeing as they lived quite far away, and you waited nervously to meet them as your boyfriend took their luggage upstairs to one of the guest rooms. Meeting his brother and his friend and the rest of his family hadn’t been bad at all, so you were feeling very optimistic by now. Still, you could hear your heart beating frantically when you saw Seokjin leading them into the kitchen where you were blowing some last minute balloons.

“You must be Y/N,” his mom greeted with a smile, arms wide as she walked towards. With a quick embrace she kissed you on the cheek. Seokjin had warned you about that.

“Hi, it’s really nice to meet you,” you smiled back, relaxing slightly down to her warm attitude. (It also helped Seokjin had taken place by your side, arm brushing against yours.) You glanced towards his father, greeting him with the same smile and he gave you a nod, a friendly “Likewise,” leaving his lips. Seokjin had also let you know that his father was the silent, polite type. Seokjin was similar. They even looked quite alike. His mom was slim and elegant, and incredibly beautiful.

“You’re even prettier than your pictures,” she informed you, taking your hands in hers.

“Pictures?” You chuckled nervously, glancing up at Seokjin.

He groaned quietly. “I may have sent her a couple of us together. My mom’s very nosey. Dad not so much.”

“Oh,” you blurted, hearing his father laugh. You smiled coyly back at Mrs. Kim. “Thank you.”

“Nonsense. I’m not nosey,” she insisted, raising an eyebrow at her son. “Curious, I’d call it.”

Seokjin chuckled. “Of course, mom – Oh!” Something caught his attention out of the window and he rushed off, opening the sliding glass door to stick his head out. “Arin, your grandparents have arrived. Come say hi.”

Mrs. Kim let go of your hands as Arin came dashing in like a hyper puppy. “Grandma! Grandpa!” She squealed, throwing herself into her grandfather’s arms. “It’s my birthday!”

“Is it?” He asked, playing clueless, but he couldn’t keep it up for long. “Of course it is!” He kissed her cheek. “Happy birthday, pumpkin.”

“Happy birthday, Arin. Are you having fun so far?” Her grandma asked, fluffing her hair. Arin went to hug her next. “What gifts did you get? We have yours in the car, but you have to wait until later, okay?”

Arin nodded, before proceeding to talk all about her day. She didn’t come up for air, which was highly amusing for all four of you. However, inevitably, she got bored, her hand slipping into yours, tugging it gently for your attention. “Y/N, can we go and see if the buffet is ready now?”

“Of course we can.” You glanced at your watch, then up at Seokjin who was doing the same. It was half past two, you’d agreed to start eating at 3pm. Arin’s senses were perfect.

“No sneaking anything off the table, young lady.” Seokjin told her. “Especially not cake. You won’t have to wait long.”

Arin couldn’t help but giggle at that, already beginning to drag you off.

You were on your way back from the lower floor bathroom when you bumped into Seokjin’s mother again. She was stood by the dining room entrance, rooting around in her purse, pulling out her cell phone. “Oh, Y/N, dear, I was just getting my phone so I could take a few pictures of Arin. I need to show them to my mother. She’s a bit too old to make the journey down here.”

“Awh, that’s a shame,” you replied, coming to a halt politely.

With a nod, she changed the subject. “I’m so glad the weather is hot for her birthday.”

“I know. She’s been so excited, hasn’t been able to stop talking about it for the past month,” you laughed. The party had been a success, the food and games going down a treat. It had been a long time since you’d attended a child’s birthday party – your siblings were long past that age, and you’d forgotten how fun they could be, even if you were much older now.

Being surrounded by Seokjin’s family wasn’t as nerve-wracking as you’d initially thought. They were all so lovely – not that you didn’t expect anything less, of course, you were just thankful you could hold a natural conversation with his mom.

“She really likes you. I can tell.” Mrs. Kim said out of the blue, surprising you, but you tried to hide it well.

Smiling softly, you replied, “I’m fond of her too.”

“I heard you were her teacher?”

“For a short while.” You nodded. “That’s how Seokjin and I met.” But you guessed she already knew that, you know, mother’s curiosity and all.

Her mouth quirked up and then she snorted. “My son definitely knows how to make an impression. I heard he hit your car?”

Laughing, you’d been correct. He had told her how you’d met. “Yeah, but I try not to tease him too much about that anymore.”

“It sounds like fate, no?” She smiled, before shaking her head and raising a hand. “Sorry, I’m a hopeless romantic at heart. The first time my husband and I set eyes on one another it was love at first… You probably don’t want to hear about that,” she chuckled. You opened your mouth, ready to disagree, but she spoke again. “I just… I haven’t seen Seokjin this happy in a very long time. Not since Arin was born.”

Speechless, you tried to think of something to say. Just what? “Oh, I –”

“What are you two conspiring about in here?”

You heard Seokjin’s voice from behind you and turned to see him walking towards you both with a grin on his face. When he reached you he cupped your waist, kissing you on the cheek. His mom watched on fondly.

“Nothing… much,” she replied, a teasing lilt to her voice. It caught his attention. “I was just telling Y/N that I haven’t see you this happy in years.”

“Mo-mm,” he whined, immediately growing red.

“What? I’m just speaking the truth, Seokjin,” she laughed and looked in your direction. “He gets embarrassed so easily. Have you noticed?”

“I have,” you laughed along.

Smiling tenderly at him, she stepped forward and touched his arm. “I’ve loved hearing my son laugh all afternoon.” Seokjin dropped his head, even more embarrassed now. He was cute. “Okay.” She clapped her hands, taking pity on him. “That’s enough from me. I’ll leave. Your father’s probably on his third slice of cake by now…” Kissing Seokjin’s cheek softly, she began to walk off. “You love me really.”

“Of course,” Seokjin called, turning to you once she’d left, heading back in the direction of the garden. “Sorry about that.”

You chuckled. “There’s nothing to be sorry about. We were just talking.” You wrapped your arms around his waist, hugging him. “You’re cute.”

“You’re never too old to be embarrassed by your mom,” he muttered, kissing the top of your head. Snorting, you leaned back, but he held you tight, gazing into your eyes. “You look really pretty today.”

“You say that every day.”

“Because it’s true.” He kissed your lips, stopping any clever remark you may have had dead.

Instead, as he pulled away, you brought your hands up to his chest, straightening the collar of his shirt. “Let’s get back outside. I’m enjoying myself.”

“I’m glad.” Seokjin beamed, eyes twinkling.

At that moment, it hit you how happy he looked… You’d not really noticed it prior, but now his mom had pointed it out it was so obvious.

You hoped he could tell just how happy you were too… It was all down to him, after all.

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