settxu
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settxu · 8 months ago
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Title: trying to get it right
Prompt: Interrupted
Disclaimer: I don’t own Naruto.
Rating: M
Word count: 5,213.
A/N: this might be my last entry. maybe even the last writing thing i post on tumblr. idek. enjoy.
It had been six days since he’d come home from another lengthy mission; six days, and at long last, he and Sakura finally had some time alone for themselves.
It wasn’t to say that he hadn’t loved spending time with his daughter in the past few days, or that he hadn’t enjoyed listening to her talk about what he’d missed and what was new, or that he hadn’t appreciated his best friend’s unannounced visits—he had. But it had been three long months since he’d last held his wife, three long months since he’d really felt her warmth, three long months since they’d had a moment to talk just the two of them—and Sasuke found that he had missed her all too terribly.
“Hmm,” he heard his wife hum as he closed the bedroom door, feeling her thin arms slowly snaking around his waist. It made his mouth curl just so.
“Finally alone,” she murmured, snuggling him closely. She pressed her cheek to his shoulder blade, and smiled. “I really missed you, Sasuke-kun.”
His eyes softened at that. Although he already knew she had, it still felt nice to hear her say it.
Turning in the hold of her embrace, Sasuke gave a hum of his own and pulled her in close, running his hand through her hair. He allowed his eyes to slip shut when his wife only hugged him tighter, sighing and pressing his lips to her forehead. Gods how he’d missed holding her like this.
“I’m sorry we haven’t had time to ourselves lately,” Sakura whispered a few beats later, tucking her face into his neck. Her arms squeezed around him strongly again. “I know I’ve been working nights a lot, but they’re kinda understaffed at the hospital these days. I think some bug might be going around.”
She sounded so genuinely remorseful about it all that his lips found themselves quirking again. “Why are you apologizing for that?” he murmured, trying his best to tone down his amusement. His hand slid down to rest at the small of her back, and he played with the hem of her shirt lightly, kissing her forehead once more. “It’s not your fault they need you.”
He felt her grin at that. “Well, I guess that’s true,” she replied, giggling just a little. His wife pulled herself away to meet his gaze, and slid her arms around his neck instead, smile growing even wider. It almost made him want to smile, too. “But still—I feel bad we haven’t been alone like this since you came back.”
Sasuke simply huffed then, and dipped down to press his lips to hers all too deliberately, taking his time to kiss her sweet and slow in that way that he’d been longing to since his return. His heart washed with warmth at the way she sighed and melted against him, pulling him closer. Sakura had evidently missed this just as much as he had.
“Okay, yeah,” she whispered as they broke apart a moment later, slipping her hands softly through his hair. Pushing her smiling mouth to his, she went on cheekily, “Anata, I definitely missed you.”
Something like a half chuckle escaped him, and Sasuke couldn’t help but to pull her closer just for that, faintly smiling lips capturing hers in another sweet, lingering kiss while his hand clenched fingers into her bright red shirt. Sakura was only all too eager to respond to his affection, moving with him with the same sentiment, fingers gently weaving through his hair.
But it wasn’t long before their pent-up passion started catching up to them.
Heat quickly starting to build, every kiss eventually getting hotter, more sensual. Sakura tightened her grip on his dark locks and angled her face to kiss him better, pressing her body eagerly onto his, and Sasuke’s hand began to wander; slipping along the subtle curve of her hip, across the line of her back, and down the length of her side.
Before long, his hand slipped beneath her shirt, feeling the hot skin there. Almost groaning, Sasuke explored the smoothness hungrily, reveling in the way her belly quivered when his fingers reached her stomach. He bit into her lip just for that, rough fingers starting a path towards her breasts. Only then did that first moan slip from her throat, nimble hands slipping down to his heaving chest. She tugged harshly at his shirt.
It didn’t take a genius to figure out what she was asking for.
Kissing her more zealously, he was just beginning to start urging her back onto the bed before the phone rang abruptly, snapping them both out their feverish daze.
Letting out a small grunt, Sasuke grudgingly broke away from her, panting. Thumbing away the pout to her mouth, he let her free of his embrace before watching her saunter off towards the phone at their bedside table. As she smoothed out her ruffled clothes, Sasuke ran a hand through his hair, belly still churning with want.
“Hello? Oh, yes, this is she.” Pausing, Sakura nodded to herself, before frowning. “Ah, is that so? I understand. Of course, I’ll be right there.”
His shoulders fell slightly at that. Sighing deeply, he moved to sit on the bed, and listened to his wife’s footsteps as she made her way back to him. She grasped his shoulder as she reached him, squeezing gently, before rounding the corner of the bed and slipping onto his lap.
“I’m sorry,” she said, giving him a light peck. Then, she cupped his cheek, and offered him an apologetic smile. “It’s an emergency—I wouldn’t go, otherwise.”
Humming in response, Sasuke leaned into her touch. “It’s fine,” he said, sincere. “We’ll have another time.”
Giving him one last apologetic look, his wife merely kissed his cheek and pushed herself off his lap, swiftly trotting out of the bedroom.
Slightly annoyed, but more disappointed than anything else, Sasuke simply sighed once more and set out to take a cold shower.
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Much to his surprise, their next opportunity came to them the following afternoon, when Sarada announced she was done with her chores and hurriedly left the house to spend time with Chouchou. His wife had barely gotten the time to say goodbye before their daughter was already out the door, padding eagerly into the streets. From his place at the kitchen counter, Sasuke watched as Sakura laughed and turned to face him, clasping her hands innocently behind her back.
“Well I guess it’s just you and me again tonight, Sasuke-kun,” she said, a touch of teasing to her tone.
There was no mistaking what she had in mind by these words. Lips twitching with a faint smirk, Sasuke grasped his glass of water tighter, before he downed the rest of his drink and flash stepped in front of her, pulling her in for a deep kiss.
Having clearly expected the gesture, his wife giggled against his mouth and wasted no time into wrapping her arms around his neck and dragging him closer, twining her fingers tightly into his locks. The slight pinch of her grip made him grunt. Pushing her backwards a few steps, Sasuke forced her arms over her head once she finally hit the wall. He smirked again at the little gasp she made in response, instinctively bumping his hips to hers.
“Oh,” she moaned, then, breathy and surprised, arching her hips back into his. His belly made flips at the sound. “Sasuke-kun…”
Gods, he thought, gripping her tighter, how long had it been since he’d last heard her say his name like that? With a growl, Sasuke thrust his hips forward once more, and nearly groaned as her hands strained against his hold, her mouth seeking his to kiss him with a little more fervor. Her eagerness made him burn; he needed more now.
Quickly freeing her arms, Sasuke kissed her harder and snatched his hand out to grasp onto her thigh instead, nestling her heat against his growing bulge to grind against her more firmly. Pleasure burst to his gut, in familiar ways he’d so desperately missed, but it was the unexpected cry that escaped her right then that sent him spiraling in a mess of hot lust.
“Fuck, Sakura,” he whispered harshly, tearing his lips away from hers. He wanted to hear that sound again.
Moving to press warm, wet kisses to her cheek, her jaw, her neck, he ground harder. The next heated cry that left her lips had his cock twitching desperately inside his pants. He was going to die if he didn’t touch her now.
Ahead of his own thoughts, his hand starting moving from her thigh to stroke a path towards the inside, caressing adamantly against the dampened seam of her light pants. His wife’s knees nearly buckled at the touch, weak whimpers falling from her lips beautifully, and he let out a shuddering breath himself, grinding his teeth sharply. Her slacks were tugged down within the next moment, rough fingers slipping past her flimsy underwear; the broken moan she let out as he finally found her slick heat nearly tore out a groan of his own.
He lifted his head to look at her then, mismatched eyes looking into her half-lidded, wanton gaze. He brushed his mouth to hers in a slow, light kiss just as he began to rub at her sex, watching the pleasure begin to overtake her. With every expert stroke and every teasing touch, his wife began a slow descent to blissful madness, and Sasuke stared in open awe, feeling every soft pant and sweet moan echoing straight to his aching hardness. He swore he nearly came undone when he finally allowed himself to slip two fingers inside of her, feeling how hot and wet she was.
But he’d barely even begun to build up a steady series of thrusts before a knock sounded at their door.
“Forehead!” Sasuke heard an all too familiar voice yell. He felt his wife stiffen. “I’m back from my mission—get your butt out and take me out to coffee like you promised! I need to hear about that thing you were talking about last time—you know the one!”
Sakura clung to him tighter. “No, no,” she whined, running her fingers pleadingly through his hair. “Why now? It was just getting so good…”
Letting his forehead fall against hers, Sasuke made a cross sound of agreement. Why did their friends have such bad timing lately? Couldn’t they leave them alone for a few minutes? Jaw clenched, Sasuke was just about to pull himself away before his wife reached out and cupped his face, dragging him back.
“Do you think she might go away if neither of us ever answer…?” she whispered hotly, biting on his lower lip.
Eyes narrowing, Sasuke’s chest rumbled with a low sound, and he began to move his fingers again—
“Forehead! I know you’re in there, so you better be out here in five minutes or I’m coming in and I’m dragging your ass out, you hear me!”
—before flinching and feeling his lover slump against him, clearly giving up.
Frowning at another loss, he grumbled and finally pulled his fingers out of his wife, reaching to properly adjust her pants back on just as she started lamenting about their luck.
Sighing, Sasuke grabbed her chin and pecked her softly, hoping to be reassuring. Thumbing her skin gently, he mumbled, “Next time.”
With a pout, Sakura pulled away from him and adjusted her appearance to make herself a little more presentable, before she left the room to make her way to the door and answer the loud girl now threatening to break in.
Looking down at himself, Sasuke clicked a sound of rightful annoyance before he started towards the bathroom for another cold shower.
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Their next encounter came later that evening, as he was reading up on old scrolls he’d found in the study. Sasuke heard the front door of their home open, followed by a pair of feet padding calmly across the floor, and glanced at the time briefly, concluding it was probably Sarada. Blinking, he turned back to the scroll in his hand, and scribbled a mark to the line he’d left off with just as the tapping started heading his way.
When the bedroom door was pushed open a moment later, he turned to greet whom he expected to be his daughter—only to pause at the sight of his wife. She grinned at him, and he raised his brow, surprised that she was home so early—coffee dates with Ino usually ended up lasting a few long hours more.
Before his mouth could even part to say something, however, Sakura quickly moved to stride across the room and straddle his lap, small hands roughly grabbing his face to pull him in for a hot, hard kiss. Sasuke made a sound at this, flinching a little, eyes slipping shut in instinct, before his soft startlement finally wore off and allowed him to respond just as fiercely. He reached to twine his hand in the silk locks of her hair, and felt his cheeks grow hot as her hands moved to feel along the span of his chest and the firmness of his stomach.
“Hi,” she whispered, as she finally broke away from him, smiling playfully against his mouth. “Missed me?”
Sasuke’s lips twitched. “Hmm,” he hummed, kissing the corner of her mouth. He smiled faintly. “Shouldn’t I be asking you that?”
His wife laughed, and leaned in to kiss him once more, a little more languidly. He almost shuddered when she slipped her nimble fingers beneath his shirt, touching the hot skin there. “Well, I believe we were in the middle of something very important earlier, before being so rudely interrupted…” she murmured, tracing the hard lines of his figure firmly. “Now, where were we…?”
Sasuke’s eyes narrowed. He could very well finish what he started, he thought, feeling himself harden. Tightening his grip in her hair, he tugged her close, and pressed his mouth to her jaw slowly, before catching her gaze. “Want me to remind you?” he whispered, dropping his hand to the swell of her hips. He smirked lightly, fingers playing with the hem of her pants in clear sign of what he intended to do next.
His wife surprised him instead by letting her own hand drop in his lap, grabbing his hardening arousal and squeezing with delightful pressure. He couldn’t help the sound that left him, eyes slipping shut softly. It had really been a while since she’d touched him this way.
Smiling, Sakura squeezed him once more, and dragged him into a slow, hot kiss. “Oh, I think I remember what I wanted to do next…” she whispered then, voice every bit as sensuous as his had just been.
She squeezed again, and he broke from her to force himself to look at her, her name leaving him in an all too blissful breath. “Sakura…”
Sakura only smiled wider. “I want to take care of you now, Sasuke-kun,” she murmured, reaching to finally undo the laces of his pants.
Sasuke nearly groaned, letting his head tip back against the chair, thoughts of his wife’s amazingness swimming in his mind as his belly quivered in anticipation for her touch; his breath hitched as her small hand finally pulled him out, wrapping around him in a way he’d only ever been able to dream about for too many long months now, tearing a muted sound from his throat. He swallowed tightly as she began stroking him to life, movements unhurried but firm, and expert in knowledge, rousing waves of long-missed rapture in the pit of his stomach. It wasn’t long before she’d built up a rhythm that had him panting, grunting, fingers clenched tightly against her shirt.
Gods, it felt good. She clearly hadn’t forgotten what tricks worked to get him off.
“Sakura…” he groaned.
Her stroking stopped, then, and he felt her warm body slipping away from him, sliding from his lap; Sasuke’s eyes snapped open at this, head leaning forward again to find the reason for the sudden lack of her. He found her moving to her knees on the hardwood floor, hands grasping at his legs to settle herself between his thighs. His heart started racing when she looked up at him, mischievous smile to her lips and a teasing glint to her eyes. As her slim fingers wrapped themselves around his cock, he swallowed—he knew exactly what she was about to do.
Tightening her hand around him, Sakura dipped down and closed her lips around the head of his hardness, tracing his crown with her tongue. Sasuke gave a deep groan then, and tipped his head back again, hand sliding in her unruly pink hair. “Shit, Sakura…” he uttered, eyes falling shut. Gods, he’d missed this.
His wife didn’t waste time teasing him. Setting up a quick, ruthless pace from the start, Sakura worked him in ways she knew would only render him to absolute putty within minutes, tearing out groans and gasps from his throat almost embarrassingly quickly. Mind spinning in a spiral of bliss, he bucked his hips softly within the wet heat of her mouth and grunted harshly, relishing in the all-too-familiar waves of rapture curling in his belly. Feeling himself shudder, he quickly realized that he wouldn’t last much longer like this if she kept this up—he had been too long without her touch to be able to hold back.
“Sakura,” he rasped, grip tightening in her hair, trying to warn her of his end. “Sakura, I’m clo—”
A soft, acquiescing moan was his reply, and Sasuke gasped at the vibrations it caused, fingers clenching tighter in her hair as he felt release fast approaching. Fuck, he wanted to come.
(but not like this.)
Panting, shaking, Sasuke took a few moments to gather up his strength, before straining to look down at his lover when he could, mismatched eyes watching intently as her mouth lifted and lowered so sensually over his cock. The sight alone nearly had him coming, ripping deep groans from his throat. So close. Thrusting none-too-gently into her silken mouth, he began to grow desperate, pushing his hand to the back of her head to encourage her to keep moving, biting back a moan as he strained to reach his climax. Gods, so fucking close.
And then she looked up at him, with that sweet, impossibly erotic look in her eyes, and he lost it, a ragged moan spilling from his lips as he felt himself just about to snap—
(oh fuck, oh fuck, yes, just one or two more strokes and he would—)
The front door of their home burst open, and Sarada yelled, “Mama! Papa! I’m back from Chouchou’s!” and Sasuke swore the world hated him.
Breathless, aching, he watched as his wife pulled herself away from him and called back a warm greeting to their daughter, inciting a strained, half-whimpering sound from his mouth. So hard it was painful, he wanted nothing more than for Sakura to finish him off and give him the sweet, sweet release he’d been so near to reaching, but knew that she had no time to now that Sarada had arrived. Their daughter no doubt expected her mother to come greet her properly.
Slumping back against his chair, Sasuke ran his shaking hand over his flushed face and gave a low, hoarse groan, closing his eyes. “Fuck.”
“I’m so sorry, Sasuke-kun,” he heard his wife say, forcing his eyes to flutter open again. He watched as she pushed herself to her feet, and smoothed down her hair. “I’ll, um, go see her and keep her occupied for a bit so you can… deal with that.”
Disgruntled, he merely nodded, and grimaced as his cock throbbed with painful need of release. Sakura gave him a sympathetic look, before she finally turned and made her way out the room, leaving him to his predicament.
All these interruptions were starting to piss him off, he decided, looking down to glare harshly at his raging erection.
(and on top of that, he would have to take care of his problem the old way—a cold shower wouldn’t help this one—but coming never felt as good on his own as it always did with sakura’s help, and there was no end to his frustration in being cheated out of what he was sure would have been one of his best orgasms yet. perhaps sakura would have been able to use a clone to greet their daughter, but with the way she had been working him, sasuke wasn’t sure he would have been able to come quietly.)
“Damnit,” he hissed, holding up his pants as he stood up and stalked his way towards the bathroom with a wince.
.
.
“Is Papa okay, Mama?”
“Hm? Oh. Yes, of course, Sarada, he’s just… a little frustrated today, that’s all.”
“Did I do something?”
“Oh no, sweetheart, you didn’t do anything at all. Papa has just been having a little trouble lately.”
“With what?”
“Just… things. Things that he couldn’t finish and such…”
“Could I help?”
“Ah, no, no, that’s fine—don’t worry about it, sweetheart! He’ll be fine!”
“Okay, Mama! If you say so!”
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They found their next chance a few days later, in the very early hours of the morning, when pinkish orange lights were barely beginning to touch the skies. Sasuke woke to the feeling of his wife’s mouth on his own, moving sweetly, her slim fingers brushing his jaw. Drowsy, and barely awake, he mumbled a word of incoherence but kissed her back anyway, sleepily responding to her affections.
When she pulled away from him a long moment later, he yawned and blinked, listening to her giggle as he moved to rub the grogginess from his eyes.
“Mmph,” he grunted, once he felt her curl up against him, lips pressing a soft kiss to his bad arm. “Should I ask why you felt the need to bother my sleep?”
“Bother?” Sakura replied, smiling against his skin. “Oh, I’m sorry, I guess I thought you’d be more than happy to spend a little alone time with your wife—something we clearly can’t seem to have these days.”
Humming, Sasuke simply closed his eyes and turned to face her, arm reaching to drag her up against him. “Annoying,” he mumbled, when he’d gathered her close. Kissing her forehead, he asked, “When did you get home?”
Smiling wider, she pushed her face away from his chest and began drawing unknown patterns against him. “Not too late, actually,” she replied. “Probably a few hours after you went to bed.” She leaned up to tease his jaw with her mouth, then, and whispered, tone growing a little flirtatious, “But I had this amazing dream about you and me, and I’m sure you’d love to hear about it.”
Sasuke felt his lips curl slowly at that, the implication behind her words chasing away the sleepiness of his mind at last. “Is that so?” he asked, opening his eyes to look at her once more, lone hand sliding beneath her thin night shirt. He felt himself stir as she grinned, wrapping her arms around his neck.
“Yeah,” she went on lowly, looking at him with such a dangerously seductive stare that made him want to growl. “We were in bed. Naked. Kinda like this, really, but… you were touching me, and I was touching you…” She leaned in and kissed his jaw again, nipping at the skin. “…And we were having such a great time.”
Sasuke groaned and dropped his head to kiss her then, running his hand across her back with fervor. “Sounds like a good dream,” he murmured, smirking faintly against her mouth.
Grinning, Sakura merely moved to kiss him harder, running her fingers through his hair. “Mhmm,” she replied, reaching to tug off his shirt. “And you wanna hear the best part?”
“What?”
“No one interrupted us.”
He couldn’t help groaning again at this, reminded of the torture this week had brought them both in moments like these, urging him to kiss her with a more frustrated sort of passion, body climbing on top of hers. Sakura laughed, but didn’t fail to return his fierce sentiment, her hands finally managing to pull off the offensive shirt that obstructed her touch from his naked skin. Sasuke followed quickly in doing the same to hers, leaning on his bad arm to stroke the flesh along the length of her side.
“Sarada won’t be up for a few hours,” he muttered between a hot kiss, reaching to caress the underside of her breast. “Think we could—”
“Oh god yes,” his wife cut in, moaning.
He understood her greediness all too well.
Sasuke lost himself to passion for the following while, as she did. Together, they tangled in the sheets, rolling, kissing, tugging off remaining clothes, eager to finally be flesh to flesh. They took their time to tease, to make each other ready; nipping, touching, rubbing, creating delightful waves of friction that made them moan and gasp and sigh. But when the edge came close, Sasuke forced himself to push away her warm little hand, lips pressing a trail of hot kisses as he dragged himself down the length of her body and settled himself between her legs. There was never a more beautiful sound than the one she always made when she came, he remembered, once his mouth had worked her body to her end.
“Please,” she begged him, then, tugging his body back over hers, legs wrapping themselves around his waist. “Anata, please, I need you.”
He didn’t waste a moment to oblige. Groaning, Sasuke whispered a soft instruction to help him hold himself up. As she did, he placed himself between her open thighs, lone hand guiding his cock against her slick center. Brows furrowing, he brushed his hardness against the wetness there, teasing the bud that always made her jerk and arch, before finally moving to guide himself to her entrance, pressing slowly.
He couldn’t help the low, feverish moan that left him as her walls languidly squeezed around him, encasing him in a world of silken heat that he hadn’t quite nearly forgotten about. Fuck, he was gonna come if he didn’t keep himself in check.
Reaching to kiss her deeply, Sasuke wound his hand in her silk soft hair and whispered her name, feeling his wife’s arms slip sweetly around his neck, pulling him closer. She replied to his call with a moan of his own name, legs tightening around his waist to encourage him on. He only kissed her harder, resuming the slow push of his cock once more.
But he was only ever halfway sheathed before the doorbell of their home sounded to their ears.
The series of curses that left his lips was so violent that it sent even his own frustrated wife bursting with laughter. Teeth ground tight, Sasuke watched as Sakura gently pushed him off her and dismounted the bed, quickly dressing herself in his shirt before she donned her night robe and went to answer the door. Panting, he lay still on his back and listened to the sound of his wife’s padding feet and the front door being opened, quietly lashing out another series of colorful swears as his old mentor’s voice echoed through the hallway.
“Yo! Sorry to bother you so early but—Oh?” Clearly noting something, Kakashi’s voice took on quite the suggestive edge. “Have I interrupted something?”
His wife merely laughed off his words, sounding a little nervous. “What? Of course not, Kaka-sensei—Sasuke-kun and I were sleeping! Stop being so pervy.”
It was all Sasuke could do but to glare savagely at the retired Hokage when he managed to join them a while later.
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They didn’t push their luck the next time around. When Sarada left on a three-day mission the morning following their last interruption, they all but practically pounced on each other, stumbling to the bedroom in a mess of tangled limbs and matched lips, frenziedly trying to yank off each other’s clothes.
They didn’t waste time with foreplay; she’d been dripping wet since he’d ripped off her panties and he’d been hard as rock since he’d carried her down the hall, hard-ruled by their repressed desire.
He slipped inside her as soon as her back hit the mattress and fucked her quick and hard, slacking away all his pent-up lust. Sakura cried out instantly against his neck, raking her nails down his back as she moaned and gasped, trying frantically to meet his beat. Sasuke only fucked her harder, forcing her body further back onto the bed as he continued to thrust and climbed on as well, crashing his mouth to hers. His wife let out a fierce moan at this, breaking away from their kiss to gasp his name as he forced her legs over his shoulders and listened to the way their slicked skin slapped together angrily, causing his sharingan to flicker to life. Gods, he could see everything.
Panting, groaning, he struggled not to come as she begged him to fuck her even harder, sending his cock twitching desperately as he growled and snatched out to grasp the bedframe, pounding his hips to hers even more recklessly. His eyes seemed to roll to the back of his head as his wife mewled and sobbed her approval, wet heat tightening like a vice around his quivering length, ripping a deep, heated moan from his throat. He couldn’t remember the last time their sex had felt so good, couldn’t remember the last time they fucked so mindlessly the pleasure threatened to strangle him.
“Fuck, Sakura,” he rasped, pushing his lips to hers desperately. He’d never wanted to come so hard in all of his years alive, but he couldn’t, not now, not before Sakura would also—
The front door slammed open, and Sasuke stiffened against her, mismatched eyes snapping wide open. No, he thought, blood running cold. No, not again—there is no fucking way that I’m gonna let anybody—
“Yo, Sasuke-bastard! Sakura-chan! You wouldn’t believe what I just—”
Eyes narrowing, Sasuke whispered murderously, “I’m going to fucking kill him,” before he all too swiftly descended the bed and grabbed his robe, furiously stalking out of the room with a dangerous expression.
“Sasuke-bastard!” Naruto started when he saw him, grinning widely, apparently ignorant of his best friend’s violent mood. “What’s up—”
But he didn’t have the time to spout another word before Sasuke grabbed his collar and lifted him from the ground, all but carrying him back through the front door while ignoring the knucklehead’s outraged cries.
“I’m fucking my wife, Naruto, come back later!” Sasuke snarled, viciously tossing out his friend on his porch. He didn’t wait to see if the latter caught himself, slamming the door angrily.
Locking it for good measure, Sasuke tossed his robe to the floor, and muttered a string of curses, before stomping back to his bedroom to find his laughing wife.
It wasn’t long before he had her crying out again.
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settxu · 1 year ago
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oh he makes me weak 🥹
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heeseung ♡ 231203 live
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settxu · 1 year ago
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✶ AFTER YOU'VE READ ANGST LIST !
or a compilation of my favourite fluff works that you can read after reading heart-wrenching angsts :›
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이희승 ⋆ LHS
01 love is in the air @isoobie 02 cherry tinted @isoobie / @flwrshee 03 don't give me that look @heeliopheelia 04 keep kissing me like that and i'll marry you @heeliopheelia 05 heartbeat @strzlun 06 intimacy after dark @hysgf 07 sweet delicacy @hyhees 08 shirt @hoonvrs 09 campus' flirt @soov 10 chapstick challenge @jaeyunverse 11 always been you @jaeyunverse
박종성 ⋆ PJS
01 i hope i reached you @okwonyo 02 four times jay almost proposed + one time he actually did @jaylver 03 just hold me @heeliopheelia 04 let's take things slow from here @goldenhypen 05 meeting you here @goldenhypen 06 the line in between @yenqa 07 love letters @junityy 08 study lessons @jaeyunverse
심재윤 ⋆ SJY
01 kiss it better baby @sjyuns 02 navy blue tie @byhees 03 heavy eyes @hyhees 04 here with you @yenqa 05 your name @soobnny
박성훈 ⋆ PSH
01 secret @isoobie 02 intentions @sjyuns 03 cherry @misojunnie 04 please say it @heeliopheelia 05 the twenty-four hours dating challenge @jaeyunverse
김선우 ⋆ KSN
01 you're so easy to love @heeliopheelia 02 misfit @palajae 03 face @hoonvrs 04 game time @goldenhypen 05 opposites attract @goldenhypen
양정원 ⋆ YJW
01 i've missed you @heeliopheelia 02 anti-romantic @strzlun 03 sandy cheeks @hoonvrs 04 love grows where jungwon goes @soobnny
西村 力 ⋆ NRK
01 tutoring @strzlun 02 love me (k)not @palajae ( this has a sprinkle of angst ) 03 round and around @hoonvrs 04 twizzle into my heart @amakumos 05 hype girl @palajae ( tiniest bit of angst )
note. this will probably be updated whenever possible. also, consider checking out other works of the above writers as well because they're just as good
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crying real tears rn
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JEONGHAN & JUN's ELLE Photoshoot Sketch
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oh my god
show me what you do
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member | junhui x f reader genre | smut word count | 1.2k synopsis | jun likes it when you cry. why don't you show him what you can do? smut warnings | descriptions of female anatomy, dacryphilia, reader has a wap, there is liquid everywhere this is messy asf (and we like it that way), fingering, sadist!jun, mean dom!jun, sub!reader, bdsm dynamics, orgasm control/denial, edging, overstimulation, some humiliation, names (sweetheart, baby, slut), wow this is a crazy one but i am indeed crazy notes | requested by @onlymingyus | hi. still insane over psycho jun. hbu. it's 4am but i had to write something so pls excuse any errors. tagging @seokgyuu for fun. enjoy!
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“jun, please— need to cum, please let me cum—”
you feel your cunt throb with emptiness as tears well up in your eyes, finally beginning to spill down your cheeks at the discomfort of being edged and then subsequently overstimulated for the better part of an hour.
he says nothing as his thumb continues to roll over your swollen clit at an agonizing pace. his other fingers keep your folds spread apart so he has a perfect view of your spent pussy, clenching around nothing over and over again. 
your skin is already glistening with slick from so many orgasms, and he watches with a smirk as more continues to leak out of your hole. your tensing muscles force the wetness to drip down your ass and pool on the sheets beneath you, but he makes no moves to clean it up. 
even if he doesn’t say it aloud, you know he loves the sight: your cunt messy and ruined, and his cock isn’t even out of his pants yet. it’s almost impressive how all he needs is his fingers and his mouth to reduce you to a stuttering, shaking puddle of your own cum.
“you can do better than that, sweetheart.”
you whimper and squeeze your eyes shut as you feel your cheeks grow wetter with tears you can’t hold back. “please, junnie,” you sob out. “please let me, need it so bad— please!”
“i’ve let you cum plenty of times already, and you still need more? have i not done a good enough job that my baby is still not satisfied?” he presses his thumb harder against your clit, and you gasp and buck your hips into his hand, simultaneously trying to get closer and farther away from him.
“no, just—please, i’ve been so good, jun, just let me have one more,” you choke, your thighs trembling in exhaustion yet you still plead for more.
“and how many times have i let you cum tonight?” he asks as he increases the speed of his thumb petting your clit. he bends his knuckle and the edge of his nail brushes against your nerves for just a second, and automatically your legs jolt and try to snap shut. but his large hands are there to stop you, easily keeping your spread open despite the soreness already settling into your muscles.
you whine in frustration, but still answer his question. “f-four, but—jun, please, it hurts…”
“oh, it hurts?” he asks with faux sympathy, almost mocking you. you know what he’s going to say but you nod anyway, tears still staining your cheeks as you writhe in his grip. “you’re so close that every second without release is almost too much to bear? so overstimulated that you can’t possibly take another orgasm, yet you can’t live without just one more?”
“yes!”
his features melt into a grin, his eyes darkened with lust as he increases the pace of his thumb one more time. “good. because that was my intention.”
your mouth falls open in a guttural moan before it even registers in your brain that he’s taken his hand off of you. your cunt aches nearly to the point of hysteria, and your hips thrash uncontrollably as an incoherent melody of sounds falls from your lips, begging and whimpering and pleading for jun to let you cum. but he just watches with a smirk as his hands grip your thighs tightly, making it almost impossible for you to move or do anything to chase your fleeing orgasm.
your breath catches in your throat, each inhale like fire in your lungs despite the chills running through your body. every inch of your skin is sticky with sweat, and a fresh wave of tears is already beginning to spill down your face.
with a gentle touch jun brushes his finger against your cheek, wiping away a stray tear that falls from your eye. you blink your eyes open in surprise just in time to watch as he pushes his finger between his lips, his dark eyes locked with yours as his tongue swirls around his own fingertip. 
he groans at the taste, inhaling sharply through his nose before exhaling slowly as his eyes close in pleasure. a moment later he pulls his finger from his mouth and he opens his eyes again, his gaze falling on your expression as you stare up at him. 
“don’t you know how sweet you taste when you’re in pain?” he asks. he reaches out to swipe his finger against your cheek once more, but this time instead of opening his mouth, he presses his tear-soaked finger against your lips, and you willingly part them to allow him to let you taste. 
he studies your every move and hums when your tongue brushes over his finger. “such pretty tears,” he coos as you squirm beneath him, feeling your cunt beginning to throb again under his watchful eye, his words alone setting you back on the path towards your high. “look at what a mess you are. poor, sensitive baby, look at how you cry. doesn’t it feel so good when it hurts so much?”
without warning you feel a surge of energy, every muscle in your body tensing up as pleasure overtakes you. your heartbeat pulses in your chest and in between your legs at the same time, the sound rushing through your ears and overwhelming your senses as you struggle to stay conscious through your most powerful orgasm tonight.
“and look at you now,” jun chuckles, the same sadistic grin still spread across his face even as you whine and gasp for air. “cumming untouched, over nothing but a few tears? stupid little slut can’t even wait long enough to ask permission anymore. all you know how to do is cum.” he sighs, looking down at you almost with pity. “at least you look pretty when you do.”
“jun, p-please,” you sob, heaving breaths pushing your chest up and down rapidly.
“please, what? i’ve already given you the orgasm you asked for, so what more could you possibly want?” he hums at your silence, and the sudden feeling of his fingers on your clit once more makes you jump. “looks like i haven’t done a good enough job then, since you’re clearly still needy. so i guess i’ll have to just keep making you cum, until you can’t anymore, and maybe then you’ll finally be satisfied.”
he plunges three fingers into you without warning and your walls clench down around them, sucking him in as your cunt greedily accepts him inside you. you’re already feeling yourself beginning to fall into another orgasm, but you fight it off as hard as you can, barely recovered from the previous orgasm mere seconds ago.
“jun—” you rasp, your vision going blank at the force of the pleasure coursing through you. “fuck, j-jun, please, i can’t—”
“oh, you can,” he says harshly, curling his fingers rougher, harder, faster into your cunt. “and you will. until i say you can’t, you will. and i don’t think i’ve seen enough tears yet.” he leans down over your trembling body, pressing his lips against your ear so you can feel his hot breath burning into your skin, as he says the words that fill you with both dread and desire. “so go on, show me what you can do. cum for me, baby.”
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join jeonghan in his gullibles' travels! apply today at the tour sev sev agency
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settxu · 2 years ago
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seeing Jun make music on the subject of uniqueness and others judging you for being yourself hits harder when you remember what he talked about in “hit the road”, he said that people expect him to be a certain way and when they meet him, they realize he does not fit with that image they have of him. i’m glad he is embracing his unique and wonderful self
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junhao but let’s bedazzle them with 100 different colors (this took so long 😭)
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VERY VERY BELATED HAPPY BIRTHDAY JUN AND HOSHIIII
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JUN Psycho, 2023
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jun 'my my' facecam
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god this is perfect
Wildest Dreams - xmh [thirteen.]
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title: wildest dreams pairing: xu minghao x f!reader genre: smut (minors dni!), angst, movie star!au warnings: cheating, explicit unprotected sex, oral (f. receiving), fingering, choking, multiple orgasms, tub sex w.c.: 4.1k summary: say you'll remember me, standing in a nice dress, staring at the sunset a/n: writing the characters to directly quote the song lyrics is kinda cringe LOL but also cringe culture is dead. anyways i am sorry for the angst, at least i didn’t make minghao an asshole like i was planning on so be grateful /hj
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“Y/N-ah.”
You’re standing near one of the marble pillars in the ballroom. Around you there are tall walls that connect to intricate ceiling designs. The chattering of everyone around you drones on in the background. The room is warm from all of the bodies.
When you glance to the side you see Xu Minghao staring at you.
Minghao is your most recent co-star in the movie you just filmed. He’s tall and handsome and apparently very popular in China and Korea. He has been rapidly gaining a US following as well, making him the best candidate to be your love interest in your upcoming romance film.
“Minghao. Hello.”
You have a confession to make. Minghao drives you crazy. Not in the ‘I want to rip his hair out’ way but in the ‘I think I’ll die if I don’t rip his clothes off in the next ten seconds’ way. From the moment you met the chemistry was apparent between you two and you fell for him right away.
You’ve never been interested in your co-stars before but Minghao is different. You find yourself wanting him with every fiber of your being. The numerous sex scenes you had to film didn’t make it any better either. 
“What are your plans now that we’ve finished filming early?” Minghao asks you. He’s dressed up for the wrap-up party you guys are at. Known for his fashion taste his outfit stands out from everyone else’s with his silken black shirt and designer blazer. His hair is uncharacteristically styled back, unfamiliar to the long mullet he had during filming. You think he looks ethereal. The chandelier hits across his face and he glows.
“Probably go back home. Rest a bit. Talk to my agent about my next project.” You shrug before looking at one of the paintings that adorn the wall. “Wait for promotions to start.”
“Come with me.”
“What?” You whip back around to look at the man. He’s staring into your soul. For the movie he wore blue contacts but now his natural brown eyes are staring at you. They’re deep and intense.
“If you’re not busy, come with me.” 
He doesn’t explain more but you understand. 
“What if we just left.”
“Excuse me?” You look over at your co-star. You two are off set, waiting for the lighting or whatever to be fixed.
“I’m tired of this. What if we just left, got out of this down. Just kept driving until we were out of the city, away from all of this, all the crowds,” Minghao says, a bit wistfully. “Just you and me.”
At the time you just brushed him off, acted like he was just joking; being the same sassy, annoyed Minghao as normal. Now you understand what he wants though. What he meant that day.
Minghao is still staring at you and you realize you haven't answered him yet.
It’s a bad idea. You know it’s a bad idea. You should say no, but then again, when are you ever going to get this chance again? With the last thought that Heaven can’t help you now, you nod at the man and he grins.
The drive is fairly quiet as you and Minghao drive away from the filming location. He takes you up into the mountains to a secluded cabin. Despite only a few words being traded while you were driving, the moment you two get into the cabin your hands are on each other.
You press Minghao up against the door and even though you’re the one pinning him, he’s still very much in control. He has a strong grip on the back of your head as he pulls you deeper into the kiss. You melt into his touch. Kissing him like this is different than when you were filming. It was just acting back then, nothing but professional, but now it’s real. Real feelings, real emotions, real passion.
Finally you two break apart, breathless. Minghao recouperates first. “Go slip into something nice. I’ll make us dinner.”
You two break away from each other and you make your way through the house and to the master bedroom. Inside you run yourself a bath before stripping down and sinking into the tub. As you relish in the hot water around your body you think about your situation.
Xu Minghao wants to spend the weekend with you. Spend the weekend with you doing erotic and romantic activities. You can barely believe it.
When you decide you’ve soaked for long enough you get out and dry yourself off. You dig through your suitcase and pick out a beautiful slip dress and a pair of heels before doing your makeup and heading downstairs.
You find Minghao on the balcony. He’s set up a table with lots of food and he himself has changed into a suit. When you walk onto the porch he greets you with a long kiss before helping you into your chair.
You look over off the balcony to the scenery, where it looks down into the valleys. It’s a beautiful view as the sun starts to set. The oranges and yellows and reds mixing together to paint the sky golden. A warm breeze blows by as you hum.
“This is lovely Minghao,” you say softly, too afraid that it will all disappear if you’re too loud.
“All for you,” Minghao says. He reaches across the table and grabs your hand. “You look lovely Y/N.”
You two start to eat your dinner and as you do you fall into a comfortable conversation. It’s exactly what you’d imagine a date with Minghao to be like. His persona is different from the one he keeps while on set. He’s more open, more smiley. His giggles are music to your ears that you want to keep on repeat.
When dinner is finished Minghao grabs your hand and pulls you into him, swaying your bodies a bit. There’s no music but Minghao hums under his breath and you two dance together. The moment feels too real, too nice. You stare at Minghao and the way the golden sky shines against his face.
Without a word you cup his face and pull him into a kiss. Minghao reciprocates, pressing himself against you, deepening your kiss. When you pull away you stare up at him.
“Minghao…” He looks down at you, reading your eyes, and he understands what you’re trying to say. Trying to communicate. Trying to tell him your feelings for him. That you want this to be more than just a weekend, more than just a one time thing.
“I can’t,” Minghao whispers. “I- I have someone waiting for me, back in China.”
“O-oh.” You pull away from him, or at least try, because he won’t loosen his grip on you. “Minghao please.”
“No. I won’t let you go. I’m sorry Y/N, I really am. Don’t think I don’t want to, but there are just some things that can’t be helped. Arranged marriages and fame and parents and companies. Trust me, I wish it was different too.” Minghao slips a hand onto the side of your neck, his thumb brushing against your jaw. “Please, just give me this weekend.”
You feel like crying, wrapped up in Minghao arms as he stares at you expectantly, pleadingly. Something about this situation makes it even worse than if it was just a one time thing, if there were no feelings involved for him.
You swallow thickly. “Promise me one thing?”
“Anything.”
“Say you’ll remember me. Standing in a nice dress, staring at the sunset, just like this. That you don’t forget this moment. Say that you’ll hold this close to your heart, the same way I will,” you say, your voice trembling a bit, just barely above a whisper. “Please remember me. Even if it’s just in your wildest dreams.”
“I don’t think I’d be able to forget you even if I tried,” Minghao tells you back. He presses a long, slow kiss to your forehead.
You let the tears spill now. There are too many words left unsaid, but you both still know what each other means. You think about how you’ll have to see him again, after all of this, and pretend you’re not in love with him. That he’s not in love with you. That you’ll have interviews and promotions and screenings to go to and you’ll have to force yourself to not think about him in the way you really want to. Minghao holds your hand in his and brings it up to rest between your chests, right in between your beating hearts.
“No one has to know what we do. This is just you and me right now,” you say. “Nobody else.”
“I want you Y/N,” Minghao tells you. A part of you believes he means it in more than one way. You both know he can’t have you like that though, so you’ll just do your bests to have each other in the only way you can.
It doesn’t take long for Minghao to have your dress thrown onto the bedroom floor as you lay spread against the bed. Minghao’s mouth is on your body, pressing hot kisses onto your warm skin. He’s stripped down to just his pants now as he hovers over you. He presses another kiss onto your ribs.
“H-hao,” you gasp out, “please touch me.”
Minghao doesn’t respond, he just slides his hand up your bare thigh and presses his fingers against your clothed clit. He rubs gentle, slow circles into the bud, giving you some release, but not enough. He paws his free hand at your bra, pushing it up a bit to reveal your areola. He bends down to kiss at your nipple. He flicks his tongue over it and you gasp and buck your hips up into his hand.
“You make the prettiest nosies,” Minghao murmurs. He moves up your body so he can kiss you on the lips this time. His fingers still press into you as he kisses you. Your lips move against each other’s in sync, taking your time with the kiss. You savor the slow kiss, taking time to remember the way Minghao tastes.
As you kiss his fingers push your panties aside and he slips one into you. He swallows up your moan and starts to pump his finger in and out of you, his thumb moving up to play with your clit. When you gasp again Minghao takes this moment to grab your lip between his teeth, pulling gently at it. It surprises you how much you like the feeling of it. Enough that it gets you wet enough that Minghao can slip two more fingers into you.
He’s steadily thrusting into you now, his fingers curling up into your g-spot. Your body is thrumming with pleasure as he continues to finger you. You’re squirming a bit but it doesn’t deter Minghao from the task at hand. His mouth is now on your neck, sucking where you’re most sensitive.
“C’mon baby, let go for me,” Minghao mumbles.
With a slew of Minghao’s name on your lips you let that tight coil inside of you snap and you spasm against Minghao’s digits. He continue to fuck you through it until you’re panting and your body goes limp against the bed.
“So good for me. You look so pretty like this Y/N,” Minghao tells you as he kisses your forehead. “Do you need to rest, or can I eat you out? I wanna taste you so bad.”
“Please, eat me out Hao,” you say. Minghao hums and presses one more kiss to your lips before slipping down between your legs.
He spreads your thighs apart a bit more before leaning down and licking a stripe up your slit. After he attaches his lips to your clit, sucking at the bud and flicking his tongue over it. The stimulation is intense having just orgasmed, but it’s not overbearing, just enough to still be pleasurable.
Minghao’s hands knead at your thigh fat as he sucks on you. Your hands grip at the bedsheets and your legs tighten around his head. Minghao just pulls your thighs apart again and dives in even more, his tongue dipping into your entrance as he does. You can feel his nose bumping up against your clit as his tongue explores your insides. 
His lips work in tandem with his tongue, making out with your pussy and shooting bliss throughout your veins. Due to your sensitivity from your previous climax it doesn’t take you long to fall apart on Minghao’s tongue, your legs shaking as you do. Minghao coos at you the whole time, showering you with praise as you work through your high.
Your mind is fuzzy as your body relaxes against the mattress again. You feel Minghao move around and even clean you up a bit before moving to lay beside you, bringing you closer to him so you’re bundled up in his arms.
“Hao,” you whine, “let me take care of you.”
“Not right now love, okay? We have all weekend. I just want to hold you right now.” And well, you can’t exactly turn that down.
“Y/N.” You feel someone shake your body a bit. You crack an eye open to see Minghao standing over you. He doesn’t have a shirt on and he’s holding a tray in his hands. It takes you a few moments more to fully wake up and sit up but when you do Minghao is placing the tray in your lap. On the tray is an assortment of breakfast foods and drinks.
“Minghao, this is so sweet. Thank you.” The man leans down so you can give him a kiss. The traitorous part of your mind reminds you that you can’t have this everyday, no matter how much you yearn for it. Luckily the optimistic part of your brain shoots the thought down, wanting to just enjoy this moment while it lasts. “I can’t eat this all by myself though. Will you help me?”
And that’s how you and Minghao spend your morning, feeding each other and trading kisses as you do.
After breakfast you two take a shower together. Nothing funny happening, just genuine showering and enjoying each other’s presence. Minghao helps you shampoo your hair and you wash his back. The moment is sweet and domestic and when you go to dry off Minghao wraps you up in a big fluffy towel and kisses you before wrapping himself in a towel as well.
You two get dressed before heading down to the living room. Minghao grabs a handful of blankets while you pick a movie for you two to watch. Watching movies as a movie star is difficult because every movie either has you in it, or someone you know. Not to mention all of the drama you know about each movie. Luckily you settle for a film that has neither of you in it and is old enough that it’s out of your generation of movies.
Not that it matters much though because about twenty-five minutes into the movie Minghao is pressing kisses against your neck and shoulder. His hands trail up and down your stomach, under your shirt, as he does.
Instead of berating him you just tilt your head to the side to give him better access. Minghao takes the hint and starts to put more intention behind his actions. His hands slide up to your breasts and he squeezes your supple flesh. You don’t have a bra on so you can feel his long, thin fingers digging into your skin directly. His thumb brushes up against your nipple and you release a low whine.
You can’t take it anymore and you climb into Minghao’s lap, straddling his thighs. You connect your lips together and Minghao kisses you back. You two slowly make out as Minghao’s hands continue to play with your chest, making you damp between your legs. 
“Hao, I need you,” you say, a bit breathless.
“I’ve got you baby.”
Minghao reaches between you and helps you pull off your shorts and panties before removing his own pants and underwear. You’re wet enough that Minghao can just line himself up and have you sink down onto him. You both groan at the feeling. Minghao’s cock is long and you can feel it reaching deep inside of you.
“You feel so tight around me,” Minghao says. “Feels so good baby.”
You take a moment to adjust fully before you press your hands onto Minghao’s shoulders and start to move up and down a bit. You take your time as you roll your hips against his. Minghao’s hands are planted on your hips, helping you move.
You two are fully entranced in one another. Nobody else exists let alone matters right now as you two take pleasure in one another.
You start to get impatient and you can tell Minghao is too so you start to pick up your pace until you’re fully bouncing in his lap, his cock hitting deep inside of you in all the right places. You’re panting as you fuck yourself on his dick. Minghao doesn’t look much better, his eyes hazy as he stares up at you.
“I’m so close,” you mumble. “So, so close.”
Minghao takes this as his time to start touching you between your legs. He rubs at your clit quickly, bringing a whole new sensation to your body. It doesn’t take long for you to clamp down onto him and release. You whine loudly as you hit your high. Your lover isn’t father behind as he quickly pulls you off of him so he can spurt his cum against your stomachs.
You bring Minghao into another kiss that you two continue until the cum gets to gross you and move to clean it up. When you’re done cleaning up Minghao pulls you back onto the couch and you two take a nap, cuddled up in each other’s arms.
When you wake up in the morning you realize it’s your last day to spend with Minghao. You stare at the man sleeping peacefully next to you. His face is fully relaxed and his black locks frame his face gently. He looks like an angel. You want to touch his face, to rub your thumb over his cheek, but you don’t want to disturb his slumber. Instead you just stare at him, trying to commit everything to memory.
Last night you and Minghao made dinner together but didn’t eat much before you two were heading up to the bedroom. Minghao ate you out again before fucking you gently against the mattress, laving you with praise and euphoria. You’re sure that you now have marks littering your skin where he kept nipping at you. Not that you mind, even more to help remember him bye.
“Good morning,” Minghao mumbles. His eyes are still closed but his arms wrap around you tighter.
“Good morning.” You can’t help the small twinge of sadness that hints in your voice. 
“Stop thinking. Just enjoy this.”
“Okay,” you whisper and allow yourself to enjoy the moment.
“M-ming-minghao,” you cry out. Tears are falling freely from your eyes.
Minghao is pistoning into you, his hand on your throat as he does. He’s already made you cum three times now and it doesn’t seem like you guys are going to be stopping any time soon, trying to make the best of your last night together.
You’re sweating and crying and you have cum and slick all over you but you don’t care. Your mind is buzzing with bliss and that’s all that matters. 
“Are you doing okay baby?” Minghao whispers. His voice is raspy and low and it makes you squirm even more. You nod and dig your fingers into his back even harder. “That’s my good girl.”
You feel like you’re on Cloud 9. Minghao’s hand tightens around your throat as his thrusts get more pointed, slamming into your g-spot over and over again. It only takes the pad of Minghao’s fingers touching your clit to have you falling apart.
You whine high and loud. Minghao works you through your orgasm as you let ecstasy take over your body. You feel spent but so good and you don’t even realize Minghao is pulling out and cumming over your stomach as you try to catch your breath. 
Minghao falls onto the bed next to you, out of breath as well. He lays on his side and pulls you into him. He kisses the side of your head two times before kissing your neck once. He rests his head onto the pillow when he’s done.
“Let’s take a bath,” Minghao murmurs after a second.
“Yeah, okay,” you respond. “Can you still get me a rag first?”
“Of course.”
Soon you and Minghao are settled into the bath with Minghao sitting behind you, his arms wrapped around your middle. You two rest together in silence, just enjoying each other’s presence and the warm water.
“Y/N,” Minghao murmurs. His lips ghost your shoulder as his hands move up to cup your breasts.
“Oh, Hao~,” you moan. Despite already having him multiple times earlier, you still want him more. Your body is teetering on the line of overstimulation but it feels too good to tell Minghao to stop.
“Want more baby?”
“P-please,” you beg. “Want you Hao. Want more.” A part of you also is trying to have Minghao as much as you can in the short amount of time you have left.
“Don’t worry love, just let me do everything.” Minghao pulls you more onto his lap and his dick settles between your thighs. You grind down against him and Minghao groans. “Ah, not yet baby. Let me focus on just you.”
Minghao’s fingers slip down between your thighs and runs over your slit. He teases you for a moment more before slipping two fingers into you. He slowly builds up his pace until you’re writhing under his touch. Minghao is cooing at you as you gently thrash around.
“H-hao, need you in me,” you say. “Please, please, need it.”
Minghao pulls his fingers out of you before lining his cock up to your entrance and pushing in. His arms wrap around your torso and he guides you up and down as he presses kisses to your bare back. The warm water adds to the heat of your bodies and your brain feels completely shot, no thoughts other than Minghao.
It’s barely a few thrusts of Minghao’s cock and you’re climaxing. You don’t stop your movements though, determined to get Minghao to cum as well. You don’t have to put in too much effort though, because it only takes a couple more moments and he’s pulling out and cumming onto your back. You both take your time to recover before you’re draining the bath water and washing yourselves off.
After you two get out of the shower you crawl back into the bed. You sidle up to Minghao’s side and rest your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. You can feel his chest rise and fall as he breathes, his fingers drawing patterns on your arm.
“Y/N I-”
“Please,” you beg, “don’t. I just want to remember this moment right now how it is. I don’t want to think about anything else, even with tomorrow just around the corner.”
“...Okay,” Minghao relents. “Then just, can you kiss me?”
You nod before moving up the bed and cupping his jaw. You cover his lips with yours and swing your leg over his waist. His hands sit on the small of your back and pull you in closer.
This kiss has no fire in it, no rush or desperation. Your lips move slow and sweet against each other’s with no end goal other than just savoring each other.
The moment feels too comfortable, too domestic. You can’t allow yourself to fall into the false illusion of the moment no matter how much you want to.
Finally after what feels like a long time yet still not long enough, you and Minghao pull away. You rest your forehead against Minghao’s and just spend a moment breathing in each other’s breath. When the moment is over you slide back down his body, holding him in your arms. With your limbs tangled together you start to let sleep take you over.
“Y/N, say you’ll see me again,” Minghao whispers into the dark room, his words just barely registering in your exhausted brain, “even if it’s just pretend.”
The next morning you wake up to an empty bed and the news of Xu Minghao’s engagement.
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settxu · 2 years ago
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this is beautiful
“ By who the seventeen members were written ” ;
Seungcheol
Seungcheol was written by a boy who had big dreams. This boy wanted to have a big family, and responsibilities. Seungcheol is a very nice man and this little boy, who wrote him, wanted to be able to handle people. I think this little boy wanted to put his dreams into a person, a person who inspires others, who brings them comfort in times of need, support.
Jeonghan
I think Jeonghan was written by a mother who lost her daughter. Everything she loved about her daughter, she passed on to her character, Jeonghan. Beauty, sweetness, character, everything. I think this woman loved the sometimes angry but funny character of her daughter, and to pay tribute to her, her whole character has her features. She wanted to find comfort and love in her character.
Joshua
He was written by a young woman in love, in love with another woman. To invent a "perfect" life in the eyes of society she had drawn the portrait of her darling and put it in a male character, Joshua.
He is loving, sweet, very handsome and extremely kind.
Jun
I think that Jun was written by someone in the royalty. A young prince who always wanted to have a normal life, with his friends and family. The prince created a character , even with his princely appearance the character was an ordinary young man who did not have to worry about any princely duties.
Hoshi
Soonyoung was written by a young woman who always dreamed of being in love. Having never found her soul mate, she had invented a man who made her dream. He was very funny, kind, cute. This man is what she wanted the most in her life.
Wonwoo
Wonwoo was written by an elderly woman who lost her military husband. To remember him she had invented a man who described her husband when she met him. A charming young man, although very short-sighted, very discreet, of infinite kindness and very handsome. She shared many commonalities such as her love of reading or cats.
Woozi
Woozi was written by a retired musician. This musician would have liked to have an offspring to teach music to and share all his stories with. Never having been able to have a child, he had written a character in which all his love for music had been transmitted. This made-up man, nicknamed Woozi, was a successful producer, everything the old man had dreamed of.
Dokyeom
Seokmin was written for me by a young girl who always wanted to have a big brother with whom to laugh, cry, shake and do nonsense. She wanted a source of happiness to help her do well in everyday life, and her imaginary older brother was always smiling for her.
Mingyu
Mingyu was written for me by a young person who dreamed of being a man. He felt that he had been born into the wrong body and did not have enough money to perform operations to change his body, so he had invented a man, the man he dreamed of being. A tall and handsome man, and above all very kind.
Mingaho
In my opinion, Mingaho was written by a dreamy little boy. He dreamed of being a talented and brilliant man. The little boy was very afraid to stand out from his friends with his creativity and calm temperament and had created this character with the idea of finding a refuge, a person in whom he could pass on his emotions.
Seungkwan
I think Seungkwan was invented by a young girl who wanted a bestfriend. She wanted to be able to reflect herself in a person she could consider her half. She wanted a person close to her, always there to tell her what was wrong, to help her in case of need. She also wanted a gossip companion.
Vernon
Hansol a été écrit par un militaire à la retraite. Il voulait s'imaginer un univers ou il n'avait pas passé sa vie entière à servir le pays. Il voulait s'imaginer un monde où il avait eu une adolescence amusante avec des amis qui l'entoure. Même si il était parfois difficile pour lui de mettre des émotions à son personnage, lorsqu'il le faisait, c'était d'une douceur et d'une chaleur infinie
Dino
Dino was written by a little orphan boy. This little boy who had always wanted to have a big family, that's why when he created his character, he surrounded him with 12 very loving friends. Even if Dino, the character loved by the orphan, gets annoyed, he knows he's loved.
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