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in your orbit ꔛ armin arlert x reader

a/n: made the banner in 2 seconds on picsart myb 🫡👍 i usually dont fw the modern/college au for aot but nerdmin has so much potential :3 read part two here !!

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cw: nerd!armin, college au, she/her pronouns and fem anatomy for reader, somewhat inexperienced armin #idk, armin is actually a nice person in this au, frat boy eren makes an appearance (obvi), armin gets drunk, reader gets drunk, SMUT!!, so drunk sex, mutual attraction, blowjobs, p in v sex, doggystyle, dirty talk, he whines and whimpers 😦‼️, MDNI !!

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The rec center was lively, as it usually was this time of day. You checked your phone to look at the time—3:56 P.M. Would it be weird to go in 4 minutes early? You wondered to yourself, anxiety getting the best of you. Especially when you couldn't hear even the smallest sound come from the small study room, though you told yourself maybe it was a soundproof design.

Armin Arlert, one of your classmates and now a member of the group project you had been assigned, was the one to set this meeting up. The group project from your astronomy class was a semester-long task, given to you during syllabus week and not to be turned in until finals. Half of the semester had passed and you hadn't even really met the rest of your group members—aside from Armin.

The two of you hadn't really talked, though. You followed each other on Instagram now and you sat at the same table as him in class (along with a few other people you didn't really know). Aside from that, the guy was practically a stranger to you. But you couldn't deny how you admired him. He always raised his hand in class, never sounding too full of himself or annoying like other people typically sounded to you in lecture. He was also helpful if you ever had a question, especially because you hated going to office hours with professors you hardly knew.

Armin had texted the group chat he made with all the group members a week ago asking if everyone had availability that Friday. A couple people said yes while others just put a thumbs up emoji to react to his message. He didn't mind if they didn't show to the first meeting, really. It was individually graded and if they didn't have availability to meet Friday they could have said so.

You took a deep breath, trying your best to compose yourself before you knocked once and then entered the tiny study room. It contained one table with 6 chairs around it, a TV you could connect your laptop to, and a trash can off in the corner.

And it also contained only one person—Armin.

"Hey," you greeted with a smile, shutting the door behind you and seating yourself down in a chair across from him.

"Hi, you made it," Armin smiled, looking up from his laptop as you entered. "I was just setting things up so we all have access to the slides, just in case anyone wants to make changes."

You nodded, putting your bag on the chair next to you and taking out your notebook and your own laptop. Armin turned his screen slightly so you could see the Google Slides presentation he'd already started.

“So,” he began, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose, “the project is basically split into three parts. We each pick a topic from the syllabus—we're focusing on one planetary system or celestial phenomenon—and then tie it back to a central question or theme. I thought we could go with, like… how different environments in space might support life? It leaves a lot of room for interpretation.”

“That actually sounds really cool,” you said, surprised by how easily the conversation was flowing. Armin was easy to talk to—calm, thoughtful, never pushing too hard. “I was kind of thinking about Europa. Like, that moon of Jupiter? There’s been speculation that it could have an ocean under the ice.”

Armin’s eyes lit up. “That would be perfect for your section. I was thinking of doing something about Titan, Saturn’s moon. We could compare how the chemical compositions of each moon might influence the potential for life—or even just how scientists are studying them.”

The hour passed quicker than you expected. Armin’s presence, though quiet, was reassuring. The two of you bounced ideas back and forth, shared articles, and even got a little distracted googling strange facts about different moons. At one point, Armin laughed quietly at a meme someone had edited into one of Titan's photos, and you felt your shoulders finally relax.

“No one else showing up kinda worked out,” you said as you started packing up your things.

“Yeah,” Armin replied, unplugging his laptop from the monitor. “Honestly, I don’t mind. We got a lot done. I’ll just post our outline in the chat and if they don’t contribute by the next meeting, I’ll talk to the professor. He said we could document that stuff.”

You both walked out into the early evening sunlight, your backpacks slung over your shoulders as the automatic doors of the rec center whooshed open.

As you and Armin stepped outside, the soft warmth of the sun casting long shadows on the pavement, he glanced over at you with a relaxed expression.

“Got any plans this weekend?” he asked, shifting his backpack on his shoulder.

You sighed, a little amused. “My friend’s been begging me to go to this frat party Saturday night. I haven't been to one since my first week of freshman year."

Armin raised an eyebrow, a small grin tugging at his lips. “At Delta Sig?”

You blinked in surprise. “Yeah. Are you in that frat?”

He laughed—soft, a little disbelieving. “God, no. Not even close. But my friend Eren is. Our friend Mikasa and I usually end up at those parties to keep him from doing something insane.”

You tilted your head curiously. “So… you do go sometimes?”

“Sometimes,” Armin admitted, his tone casual. “Delta Sig almost got shut down, actually. They had, like, a ton of hazing violations documented over the past decade. I tried convincing Eren not to rush, but he did anyway. Even after I showed him an article about it online.”

You laughed. “Wow. That makes me feel so great about possibly going.”

He smiled, nudging your arm lightly with his elbow. “If you do end up there, try to find me, alright?”

“Yeah?” you asked, a little surprised by the offer.

“I’m not a big drinker or anything,” Armin said with a small shrug, “but I’ll probably be hanging around Eren and Mikasa, keeping them out of trouble. If you go, say hi.”

You nodded, a little smile growing on your face and a flutter in your heart at the idea. “Okay. I will.”

ꔛ

"I look like an idiot," you whined, eyeing yourself in the mirror as you looked over your outfit. As a freshman, you might've worn something like this to these types of parties, but now you weren't sure anyone should wear this kind of outfit. The top was so low cut and the jeans were just simply not it, you weren't sure if you were going for slutty or casual.

"Come on, you look great," your friend, Hitch, said. Her dirty blonde hair was neatly styled and she wore an outfit combination similar to yours—tiny top with jeans.

"We look like we're matching," you replied, but with no malice. That could be cute, you thought.

"Ugh, you're right. Be right back."

You glared at the back of her head as she turned to presumably go get changed. Your hair looked nice, and so did your makeup. The outfit felt dumb but it wasn't terrible. So why did you feel like throwing up?

"Armin really said to come find you?" Hitch asked when she returned with a grin and different outfit, bringing up the conversation you had in her car when she picked you up. Hitch seemed to be a frequent partygoer to this specific frat, and had met Armin a few times at these functions. When you brought it up in the car, she confirmed that Armin hardly ever drank and mostly stayed near Eren and Mikasa.

"Yeah. He's really sweet, so I didn't expect him to even go to these," you replied honestly, applying more lip gloss. "It wasn't a surprise when he said he doesn't drink, though."

"I'm sure you guys will really hit it off then. You even turned down my 'getting ready shots'."

You rolled your eyes, and soon you were on your way, taking the short walk towards Greek row where the party was presumably already in full swing—Hitch insisting on being late so you two didn't look lame waiting for people to show up.

ꔛ

Armin was a mess.

He didn't know why, or how, but in the hours leading up to the party he convinced himself he was awkward and weird for telling you to come see him. He even went to Jean and Eren and begged for advice.

He had so much trouble reading you, but he knew you were kind. And pretty. What he didn't really know was—well, everything else. Did you drink? What kind of clothes would you wear? Would you care that he didn't like dancing?

None of the questions made sense, but neithed did anything in his mind. Why was he this stressed over a party? He was practically the babysitter when attending, and it's not like he personally invited you. He just said you should come see him. God, was that even more weird?

Somehow, some way, Jean and Eren convinced Armin to take some shots. Three shots, actually. To "ease his mind" and to "calm his nerves" apparently.

Now, there Armin was in the back of Eren's car, finding the way the streetlights passed the window and the bass of the music electrifying. Everything was warm and fuzzy, and he felt his head spin the entire drive.

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The music hit you before anything else—thick, throbbing bass that vibrated through the concrete steps leading up to the frat house. Red cups were already scattered across the yard, and the dim porch light revealed clusters of people smoking and laughing.

"This is going to be fun," Hitch said, linking her arm through yours. "Come on, let's find your astronomy boy."

You felt heat rise to your face at the nickname. "He's not my—"

"Yeah, yeah," Hitch interrupted with a knowing smile.

As you squeezed your way through the packed living room, the scent of cheap beer and cologne made your nose scrunch. Bodies were pressed together everywhere, dancing and swaying to music that was way too loud for any actual conversation. You were starting to regret coming when Hitch suddenly squealed and pointed toward the kitchen.

"There he is! Armin's over there with Eren and Jean."

You followed her gaze, and sure enough, there was Armin—but not the Armin you expected. His normally neat blond hair was slightly mussed, cheeks flushed pink, and he was... laughing? Not the reserved, thoughtful chuckle you'd heard in the study room, but a full, uninhibited laugh that made his whole face light up.

"Is he..." you trailed off, not quite believing what you were seeing.

Hitch's eyes widened with delight. "Oh my god, I think he's drunk! This is amazing. I've literally never seen Armin anything but sober."

You made your way over to the kitchen, Hitch practically dragging you. Armin was leaning against the counter, talking animatedly with two guys you assumed were Eren and Jean. He was gesturing with his hands, something about... constellations? It was hard to hear over the music.

When he spotted you, his eyes widened almost comically.

"You came!" Armin said with such genuine excitement that it made your heart do a strange flip. He pushed himself off the counter—a bit unsteadily—and made his way over. "I wasn't sure if you would. But you did!"

"I said I would," you replied with a smile, surprised by how endearing his enthusiasm was.

"Hey, Armin," Hitch said, giving him a little wave. "Looking good tonight! Where's Marlowe at?"

"Marlowe? Oh! He's out back, I think. By the beer pong tables." Armin seemed to remember his friends then, turning back to the two guys watching with amused expressions. "Oh! This is (Y/N)," he said your name with such care it made your cheeks warm again. "She's in my astronomy group. We're doing Europa and Titan and life possibilities and it's really cool. And she's friends with Hitch."

The shorter of the two guys—brown hair, intense eyes—reached out a hand. "I'm Eren. This is Jean." He nodded toward a guy with an undercut and a smirk.

"Nice to meet you," you said, shaking hands with both of them.

"You're in Armin's class? Good luck with that. He's been talking about space for the past hour," Jean said, but there was affection in his voice.

Hitch was already scanning the room. "I'm going to find Marlowe. You good here?" she asked you.

"Yeah, I'm fine," you assured her, secretly relieved to have an out from being around her boyfriend. Marlowe was nice enough, but he was so serious it made conversations feel like job interviews.

"Don't wait up," she winked, then disappeared into the crowd.

Armin was staring at you with an expression of pure fascination. "Your hair looks really nice," he said, the filter between his thoughts and words clearly compromised. "Like—like starlight. Did you know some stars have different colors? Red giants, blue dwarfs—"

"You're such a nerd," Eren cut him off, but ruffled Armin's hair affectionately. "Even drunk you're giving astronomy lectures."

"How much did you drink?" you asked Armin, unable to keep the amusement from your voice.

"Three shots!" Armin held up only two fingers, then frowned and corrected himself. "Only three. They said it would help with nerves. I don't usually drink." He leaned in conspiratorially, lowering his voice but still speaking loudly enough for everyone to hear. "I feel weird. Like my brain is swimming."

Jean snorted. "Lightweight."

Eren reached into a nearby cooler and pulled out a beer, offering it to you. "Want one? Fair warning, I think we've corrupted your study buddy."

You hesitated. You weren't planning on drinking much tonight, but Armin was looking at you with such hopeful eyes.

"Please?" Armin said, swaying slightly. "I feel like an alien right now. Everyone's having fun and I'm just... vibrating on a different frequency."

The way he said it made you laugh. "Okay, fine. One beer. Maybe three, eventually."

Armin's face lit up again as you accepted the beer from Eren. You popped the tab and took a small sip, grimacing at the taste. Cheap beer was still cheap beer.

"Well, now that Armin's in good hands," Eren said with an exaggerated stretch, "Jean and I are gonna go find Mikasa. She texted that she just got here."

"Wait, you're leaving?" Armin asked, a flash of panic crossing his face.

"Relax, we'll be back," Jean said, already backing away. "Besides, you've got your project partner now."

Before Armin could protest further, they disappeared into the crowd, leaving you alone with a slightly swaying Armin Arlert.

"They always do that," Armin said, leaning back against the counter for stability. "Leave me places."

"Looks like I'm on babysitting duty," you teased, taking another small sip of your beer.

"No, no," Armin protested, reaching out and nearly missing as he tried to touch your arm. "You should have fun too. Not just—just watch me being weird."

"Who says watching you being weird isn't fun?" you replied, finding yourself genuinely enjoying this uninhibited version of him.

Armin stared at you for a moment, then broke into a wide smile. "You're really nice, you know that? And smart. Your Europa idea was so good. I went home and read, like, three papers about it."

"After our meeting? I thought you said you were going to meet Eren and Mikasa."

"I did! But after. I couldn't stop thinking about the project. And..." he trailed off, that flush on his cheeks deepening.

"And what?" you prompted, suddenly curious.

Armin took a sip from his cup—soda, you noticed—and looked around at the party as if gathering courage. "And I was kind of hoping you'd come tonight. I don't know why. I just... wanted to see you outside of class."

Your heart did that strange flip again. "Well, here I am," you said softly, not sure what else to say.

"Here you are," Armin echoed, his eyes meeting yours with surprising clarity despite his intoxication. "Want to go somewhere quieter? I can't hear myself think in here, and I have so many thoughts right now."

You laughed, finding his honesty refreshing. "Lead the way."

Armin grinned and pushed himself off the counter, taking your hand with a boldness you suspected was alcohol-induced, pulling you through the crowded living room toward the staircase.

As you followed him, fingers intertwined with his, you found yourself thinking that this was definitely not how you expected your Friday night to go—but somehow, it was exactly what you needed.

Armin led you up the stairs, his hand still holding yours as you weaved through small clusters of people gathered on the steps. You were glad for his guidance—the house was a maze of narrow hallways, dimly lit and pulsing with the bass from downstairs. Finally, he stopped in front of a door and turned the handle, peeking in before ushering you inside.

"Jean's room," he explained, closing the door behind you both. The music instantly became muffled, a distant thumping rather than the overwhelming roar from downstairs.

The room was surprisingly clean for a frat house bedroom—minimal clutter, a neatly made bed, and even a small bookshelf in the corner. You glanced around, suddenly feeling like you were intruding.

"Should we be in here? I feel bad taking his room," you said, hovering awkwardly near the door.

Armin shook his head, a small smile playing on his lips. "He won't even need it until like 4 AM. Trust me. He's either going to be downstairs until everyone leaves or..." He trailed off, looking slightly embarrassed.

"Got it," you laughed, understanding the implication. You took another sip of your beer, feeling the pleasant warmth spreading through your limbs as you made your way to sit on the edge of the bed.

Armin joined you, leaving a respectful few inches between you. "Better, right? I can actually hear you now."

"Much better," you agreed, finding it easier to relax now that you weren't surrounded by sweaty strangers. "So... you really went home and read scientific papers after our meeting?"

His face lit up immediately. "Yeah! There was this one about the chemical composition of Europa's ocean and how it might compare to Earth's deep-sea hydrothermal vents. Did you know there are organisms on Earth that don't need sunlight at all? They just use chemical energy from the vents."

You watched him as he spoke, his hands gesturing enthusiastically, eyes bright with genuine passion. The alcohol had lowered his usual reserve, but it was still Armin—brilliant, thoughtful Armin—just with his thoughts flowing more freely. You found yourself drawn to this version of him, the slight flush on his cheeks and the way his hair fell across his forehead when he leaned forward.

"That's actually fascinating," you said, taking another long sip of your beer. You were starting to feel it now, that pleasant buzz that made everything seem warmer, more immediate. "So you think there could be something like that on Europa?"

"It's possible! That's what makes it so exciting," he said, shifting to face you more directly. "We're just beginning to understand how diverse life can be. The universe is so much stranger than we imagine."

You nodded, feeling a pleasant heaviness in your limbs as you leaned back on your elbows. "I need to catch up to your level of intoxication if we're going to have deep space conversations all night."

Armin laughed, the sound soft and genuine. "Trust me, you don't. I feel like my brain is both racing and moving through molasses at the same time."

"That actually sounds kind of nice right now," you admitted, finishing the last of your beer. The room had taken on a gentle, swaying quality, and you found yourself increasingly aware of how close Armin was sitting.

"Here," he said, reaching over to take your empty can and placing it on Jean's desk. As he moved, his shoulder brushed against yours, and you felt a small jolt at the contact.

When he settled back beside you, he seemed to hesitate for a moment before lying back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. You joined him, both of you lying side by side, shoulders almost touching.

"There are glow-in-the-dark stars up there," Armin pointed out quietly. Sure enough, faint green stars were stuck to the ceiling in no particular pattern. "Jean would die if he knew I told anyone. He says they were there when he moved in."

You laughed softly, still tipsy but feeling more sober now.

The dim glow from the ceiling stars cast a soft, ethereal light over Armin’s face as you lay beside him. The alcohol had settled warmly in your veins, making every sensation just a little more intense—the softness of the bed beneath you, the muffled bass of the music downstairs, the way Armin’s breathing had slowed into something deep and steady beside you.

You turned your head slightly to look at him, studying the delicate slope of his button nose, the way his eyelashes fluttered when he blinked behind his glasses. His cheeks were still flushed pink from the drinks, and his lips—soft, slightly parted—were just inches from yours. His hair, usually so neat, was tousled from the night’s chaos, falling in golden strands across his forehead. You had the sudden, overwhelming urge to run your fingers through it, to see if it was as silky as it looked.

Armin must have noticed you staring, because his eyes flicked to yours, and for a moment, the air between you stilled. His gaze was warm, hazy with alcohol but still so Armin, so full of quiet intensity.

Then, without a word, he shifted onto his elbow, leaning over you. His free hand came up, fingers brushing a stray lock of hair from your face, tucking it behind your ear with a tenderness that made your pulse jump.

You barely had time to process it before he was kissing you.

His lips were warm, slightly chapped, and tasted faintly of cheap beer and something sweet—maybe the soda he’d been drinking earlier. The kiss was soft at first, hesitant, as if he was still unsure if this was okay. But when you sighed against his mouth, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt to pull him closer, he deepened it with a quiet urgency that sent heat spiraling through your stomach.

His hand slid from your hair to cradle your jaw, thumb brushing your cheek as he kissed you again, slower this time, more deliberate. You could feel the warmth of his body pressing into yours, the way his breath hitched when you nipped lightly at his lower lip.

“Is this okay?” he murmured against your mouth, voice rough.

You answered by tangling your fingers in his hair, pulling him back down to you. He groaned softly, the sound vibrating against your lips, and suddenly his weight was pressing you into the mattress, his hips slotting between your thighs in a way that made your breath catch.

The kiss turned hotter, messier—his tongue sliding against yours, his hands roaming your sides, tracing the curve of your waist before settling on your hips. You could feel the heat of his skin through your clothes, the way his fingers flexed against you like he was holding back from touching you everywhere.

Armin’s breath was hot against your lips as he kissed you again, deeper this time, his tongue sliding against yours in a slow, filthy drag that sent a shiver down your spine. His hands were everywhere—tangling in your hair, skimming down your sides, gripping your hips hard enough to leave marks. You could feel the heat of him pressed against you, the way his body trembled slightly with restraint, like he was holding himself back from just taking what he wanted.

You arched up into him, grinding your hips against his, and he let out a broken groan against your mouth.

“Fuck,” he panted, pulling back just enough to look at you, his pupils blown wide with want. His lips were swollen, his cheeks flushed, and his voice was rough when he spoke again. “I—I wanna fuck you. So bad.”

The words sent a jolt of heat straight between your legs. You could feel how hard he was already, the thick line of his cock pressing insistently against your thigh through his jeans.

“Yeah?” you breathed, your own voice shaky.

Armin nodded, biting his lower lip as his hands slid under the hem of your top, fingers brushing against the bare skin of your stomach. “Yeah. God, you feel—you feel so good. Can I—?”

You didn’t let him finish. Instead, you unzipped your jeans and grabbed his wrist to guide his hand lower, past the waistband of your jeans, letting him feel the damp heat of your panties. His breath hitched, fingers twitching against you.

“Fuck,” he whispered again, voice wrecked. “You’re—you’re already—”

You cut him off with another kiss, sucking his tongue into your mouth as your own hands wandered lower, palming the hard bulge in his jeans. He jerked against your touch, hips bucking forward with a desperate little noise.

“You too,” you murmured against his lips, squeezing him through the fabric.

Armin shuddered, his forehead dropping against yours as he let out a shaky exhale. “Shit—shit—keep doing that—”

You did, rubbing him slowly, feeling him throb under your fingers. His breath came in ragged gasps, his hips rocking into your hand, chasing the friction.

“You’re so hard,” you whispered, biting at his jaw.

Armin whined, his fingers digging into your hips. “Because of you—fuck, I—I wanna fuck you—”

His hand slid back down, slipping beneath your panties this time, fingers brushing through your slick folds. You gasped, arching into his touch, and he groaned against your neck.

Armin’s breath hitched when you suddenly switched positions and pushed him back onto the bed, his chest rising and falling rapidly as you straddled his thighs. His cock strained against his jeans, the fabric damp with pre-cum, and his fingers twitched at his sides like he wasn’t sure if he should touch you or not.

“You—you don’t have to—” he started, voice already wrecked.

You silenced him with a smirk, taking his glasses off which were slightly fogged up and folding them to put on the nearby nightstand, then popping the button of his jeans and dragging the zipper down agonizingly slow. His hips jerked up, chasing your touch, and you could see the way his cock twitched under his boxers, desperate for relief.

“I want to,” you murmured, hooking your fingers into the waistband of his boxers and pulling them down just enough to free him.

Armin gasped as the cool air hit his flushed skin, his cock springing free—hard, leaking, and so fucking pretty. You licked your lips, watching the way his stomach clenched as you wrapped your fingers around him, giving him a slow stroke.

“Fuck,” he whined, his head falling back against the pillow.

You didn’t tease him any longer. Leaning down, you dragged your tongue over the head of his cock, tasting the salty-sweet pre-cum beading at the tip. Armin’s hips jerked, a broken noise tearing from his throat as you took him into your mouth.

It was messy—you were both still a little drunk, your movements sloppy and uncoordinated—but that just made it hotter. You sucked him deep, your tongue swirling around his shaft as you bobbed your head, spit dripping down your chin.

Armin was losing it. His fingers tangled in your hair, not pushing, just holding on for dear life as he whimpered above you. “Oh—oh God—your mouth—fuck—”

You hollowed your cheeks, sucking harder, and his thighs trembled under you. His cock pulsed against your tongue, and you could tell he was already close—his breath was coming in ragged gasps, his hips twitching like he was trying not to thrust up into your throat.

“I—I’m gonna—” he choked out, his voice high and desperate.

You didn’t let up. Instead, you took him deeper, your nose brushing the coarse blond curls at the base of his cock, and that was all it took.

Armin came with a broken cry, his back arching off the bed as he spilled hot and thick down your throat. You swallowed around him, milking him through it until he was squirming from oversensitivity, his hands weakly tugging at your hair.

“Too much—too much—” he whined, his whole body trembling.

You pulled off with a wet pop, licking your lips as you looked up at him. His face was flushed, his lips parted as he panted, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

Armin’s chest heaved as he blinked up at you, dazed and wrecked, his cock still twitching against his stomach. His cheeks burned even redder as he stammered,

“S-Sorry—I didn’t mean to—fuck, I just—”

You cut him off with a kiss, licking into his mouth so he could taste himself on your tongue. He moaned, his hands gripping your hips like he was afraid you’d pull away.

“Don’t apologize,” you murmured against his lips, grinding down against his thigh, letting him feel how soaked you still were. “Just fuck me.”

Armin’s breath hitched, his cock already stiffening again at the words. His hands slid down to your ass, squeezing greedily as he nodded, his voice rough.

“Yeah—yeah, okay—turn around—”

Armin's hands trembled as he helped you turn around, his breath coming in ragged gasps against the back of your neck. You could feel the heat radiating off his body as he knelt behind you, his fingers hooking into the waistband of your jeans.

"Fuck," he groaned, dragging the denim down your thighs inch by inch, his voice thick with want. "Look at you—fuck—your ass is so perfect—"

The cool air hit your bare skin as he peeled your jeans off completely, leaving you in just your soaked panties. His fingers traced the curve of your ass, squeezing lightly before sliding between your thighs, rubbing over the damp fabric.

"So wet," he murmured, his voice wrecked. He hooked his fingers into your panties next, pulling them down slowly, his breath hitching as your pussy was finally exposed to him. "I'm gonna fuck you so hard."

His thumbs spread you open, and you could feel his hot gaze raking over every inch of you—your swollen lips, the way you dripped for him, the way your ass arched back, begging for him.

"Hang on, okay?" He said quietly, and you felt the bed shift with his weight. Then you heard the unmistakeable sound of a wrapper being opened. "Don't ask why I know where Jean keeps his condoms. He... likes to brag," Armin said sheepishly, making you giggle as you heard him whimper slightly as he presumably rolled the condom on.

Armin’s fingers dug into your hips as he lined himself up, the blunt head of his cock nudging against your soaked entrance. He hesitated just for a second, his voice shaky with drunken lust and nerves.

“Fuck—I—I might not last, I’m sorry—”

But you barely heard him, because then he was pushing in, slow, that perfect curve of his cock hitting every sweet spot on the way. Your breath stuttered as he filled you, thick and throbbing, and a greedy moan tore from your throat before you could stop it.

“Oh fuck—” Your hands fisted the sheets, your back arching deeper, chest pressing into the mattress. “Yes—just like that, Armin.”

Armin groaned behind you, his hips stuttering as he bottomed out, his grip on you tightening like he was afraid you’d disappear. “You feel—fuck—you feel so good."

You clenched around him, and he whimpered, his cock twitching inside you like he was already fighting not to spill. But you didn’t care—not when he fit this perfectly, not when every ragged breath he took sent sparks through your veins.

Your fingers curled into the sheets, knuckles white, as you rolled your hips back to meet his shallow thrusts. The new angle let you feel him even deeper, and you gasped, your back bowing as a shiver ran down your spine.

Armin choked out a whimper, his hands scrambling for purchase on your hips as he bottomed out, his thighs trembling against yours. “Y-You feel—fuck—so tight—”

You grinned into the mattress, rolling your hips to take him deeper, and he let out a broken noise, his nails biting into your skin. He was already unraveling, his cock pulsing inside you, and you loved it—the way he couldn’t hold back, the way he was falling apart just for you.

Armin’s hips snapped forward with a desperate, sloppy thrust, his cock sinking deep into your dripping cunt as a broken moan tore from his throat. His hands gripped your ass, spreading you wider as he watched, his dick glistening with your slick as it disappeared inside you again and again.

“Fuck—look at you—” he panted, his voice wrecked, pupils blown black with lust. “Taking me so good—your pussy’s sucking me in.”

You whimpered, your fingers clawing at the sheets as his cock dragged against your walls, the curve of him hitting that sweet spot with every rough snap of his hips. Your vision blurred, pleasure coiling tight in your stomach as he fucked into you with unsteady, frantic strokes—like he was already on the edge, but needed to make you feel it too.

“You’re—ngh—you’re so tight—” Armin groaned, his hips stuttering as he tried to hold back. His cock twitched inside you, swollen and throbbing, his balls drawing up tight. “Gonna—gonna cum—shit—but I wanna make you feel it first—”

His hand slid around your hip, his fingers finding your clit and rubbing rough, frantic circles as he fucked you harder. You gasped, your back arching, your cunt clenching around him as pleasure sparked white-hot under your skin.

“There—right there—” you babbled, your voice shaking. “Armin—fuck—don’t stop—”

He whined, his thrusts turning erratic, his cock pulsing inside you as he teetered on the edge. “You—you like that? Like how I fuck you?” he slurred, his words dripping with filthy praise. “God, your pussy’s gripping me—squeezing my cock—fuck, I can’t—can’t—”

His hips jerked, his rhythm faltering as his orgasm ripped through him. He buried himself to the hilt with a choked-off moan, his cum flooding the inside of the condom.

You felt it—every twitch, every throb of his cock as he emptied himself inside you, his fingers still working your clit desperately, like he couldn’t stop even as he came.

“Fuck—fuck—” he gasped, his voice wrecked, his forehead dropping between your shoulder blades as he shuddered through the aftershocks.

You weren’t far behind. The filthy sound of him filling you, the way his cock kept twitching inside you as he panted against your back—it pushed you over the edge. Your orgasm crashed over you, your cunt clenching around him as you cried out, your thighs shaking, your nails digging into the mattress.

Armin groaned, his hips grinding weakly against your ass as he milked his own pleasure.

“Shit—” he mumbled, dazed, his voice slurred with booze and bliss. “You—you just came on my dick..." He pulled out, discarding the condom into a nearby trashcan.

You laughed breathlessly, your body still thrumming with pleasure as you collapsed onto the mattress beneath you. Armin followed, his chest pressing against your back as he nuzzled into your neck.

“You’re… really good at that,” you murmured, your voice hazy.

Armin huffed a drunken laugh against your skin, his fingers tracing lazy circles on your hip. “Yeah?”

“Yeah," you sighed, grinning as you felt his dick twitch against the skin of your ass.

He kissed your shoulder, his lips soft and sweet despite the filth that had just spilled from them. “...Wanna go again?”

You turned your head just enough to catch his gaze—his flushed cheeks, his messy hair, his stupidly pretty eyes—and grinned.

“Obviously.”

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honeytonedhottie · 3 months ago

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wellness for the hotties⋆.ೃ࿔*:･🪞🎀

this is honey's updated wellness post for the girlies who love to romanticize their routines, listen to their bodies and take impeccable care of themselves. these r my routines and rituals that keep me glowing…💬🎀

LYMPHATIC DRAINAGE ;

lymphatic drainage massage has been an absolute GAME changer for me like OH MY GOSH?? and it literally takes no more than ten minutes a day and its lowkey like giving myself a massage 💕.

one thing i will say though, the order in which u drain is SO important so make sure to do it in the proper order. this is the lymphatic drainage massage that i do every single day, i rly love this one bcuz the doctor in the video actually explains it and shows u how to do it so i rly love it.

HOT OR NOT ;

so i drink hot drinks while eating and i drink cold drinks when im not. drinking warm drinks while eating/before eating help relax your stomach muscles and improve blood circulation to your digestive organs. and cold drinks cause blood vessels in your stomach to tighten, slowing down digestion. it also helps with other things like...

🫖 reduces bloating

🫖 helps with detoxification

🫖 gentle on ur throat and stomach

HOW TO MAKE A GINGER SHOT ;

so i own a juicer but assembling it and disassembling it is soo tedious and i'd rather just use my blender so im going to be talking about how i make ginger shots using a blender. all ur going to need are the following...

🌟 a few pieces of ginger (i usually just use one or two small pieces)

🌟 some water

🌟 cayenne powder if u want an extra kick (optional)

🌟 some lemon

🌟 strainer

and all u have to do is lightly peel ur pieces of ginger, dont worry about getting all the skin off but just get as much as u can off. put it into ur blender with some water and squeeze half a lemon into it before blending. next ur going to take ur strainer and separate the pulp from the juice and ur all done!

HOTTIES REPS ;

i always start all my workouts briskly walking for 30 minutes on the treadmill at an incline. i watch kimora lee simmon's life in the fab lane show while i do this because each episode is around 30-40 minutes so i keep myself distracted. or if im feeling for something different i'll go on the elliptical instead of the treadmill.

at the moment... the workouts that im doing consistently everyday are 10 minute waist + tummy workout, 10 minute hourglass abs workout, 5 minute stomach vacuum, 5 minute abs and small waist pilates workout routine, 5 minute everyday pilates lower abs for abs. and then for booty i love to do 12 minute booty workout (with resistance bands or weights), and 10 minute bubble butt burnout. now for my arms and back i do 10 minute slim back & better posture, 5 min slim and toned arms workout, and 8 minute victorias secret angel arms. if u guys want more on working out and stuff i can make a post on that too!

MENTALLY MOISTURIZED ;

i've been consistently journaling for about three years now and its been fabulous. i can get all my thoughts out onto paper and not feel like im carrying a million pounds of stress on my head. i feel overwhelmed a lot because i do SO much and journaling has really helped me.

also i have a super fabulous therapist who helps teach me how to ground myself, and just take care of myself better so shes great. if u can't have a therapist right now, journaling is great... and between me and you... chat gpt makes a great therapist.

i love meditating every now and then when i feel like i wanna just immerse myself in my brain, another thing i do to keep a good mental space is digital detoxes. every other week i get off of tiktok and it has been SO great for me. i also don't use my phone in the mornings because i just need time to get ready and have a screen free morning, its rly so pleasant. if im sad, i cheer myself up with shopping.

SIP PRETTY ;

i follow this one girl on youtube, i'll link her right here ❤︎ but she has amazing juicing recipes and healthy lifestyle content in general that rly inspires me. i make the same juices she does and they taste generally good and are good for you. i like to make juice once a week, maybe twice. whenever i feel like i need it essentially.

IN BED BY 9... GLOWING BY 8 ;

SLEEP IS A NON NEGOTIABLE. even if u eat super healthy and workout everyday, if ur not sleeping enough it's like shooting yourself in the foot! you need ur beauty sleep. sleep is when your body heals, resets, and literally glows up from the inside out. it helps balance your hormones, support your metabolism, and keep your skin clear and glowing. not to be dramatic but… no amount of eye cream or green juice can fix chronic exhaustion. and thats the real gag.

FEET UP THE WALL POSE ;

when u elevate ur legs, ur letting gravity do all the work for you. draining lymph, reducing swelling, and boosting circulation. it’s perfect after a long day or when you’re feeling puffy and need a moment of calm.

CYCLE SYNCING ;

so there are four menstrual phases. luteal (before period, when u start to feel sluggish) menstrual (during ur period) follicular (after ur period so improved mood and brain function) and ovulation (ur feeling confident, like the summer of ur body). the way i incorporate cycle syncing is just, during my luteal phase i won't over-stuff my agenda bcuz ik i get super sluggish and cranky.

i also make sure to pour into myself during the menstrual and luteal phases. i plan my bigger projects during follicular and ovulation. i plan my workouts accordingly too, and set aside extra time for rest. i eat a lot of soups during my period -> red meat and fermented foods during follicular -> fibrous foods during ovulation -> and healthy fats and chocolate during luteal.

its super simple! and to make it simpler think of it like seasons. ur menstrual phase is the winter -> follicular is the spring -> ovulation is summer -> and luteal is fall.

to finish off this post, start noticing what drains you, what fills your cup, and having the self-respect to choose what’s good for you…💬🎀

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claudaze · 3 months ago

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⌗ 𝐓𝐈𝐏𝐓𝐎𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆

박지성 park jisung x reader ⋮ the rain keeps falling, the screen keeps flickering, and somewhere between comfort and curiosity, you and jisung cross a line you’ve both been tiptoeing around.

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the rain’s been falling for over an hour now, tapping soft against the window like a lullaby. the living room glows dim from the tv, flickering light spilling over your socks, the blanket stretched over both your legs, and the half-empty bowl of popcorn between you.

jisung’s beside you, hood up, one knee bent on the couch, the other leg tapping restlessly to the beat of whatever song is playing faint in the background. he’s close — maybe a little closer than usual. or maybe it just feels that way tonight.

you’ve done this before. a hundred times, probably. movie nights with snacks and hoodies and dumb arguments over which version of spider-man is best. but tonight, something’s different. there’s a tension humming beneath it all — soft, almost shy, like neither of you want to say it first, but you’re both painfully aware.

you shift to get more comfortable, and your fingers brush. barely. but it’s enough to make him freeze.

you glance at him. “you okay?”

his eyes flick to yours, wide and startled like you just caught a secret spilling out of his chest. “yeah,” he says too quickly. then adds, quieter, “just cold.”

you nod, but your heart’s already thudding louder than the rain. you should leave it there — you know you should. but your fingers twitch, and then… you’re moving.

you climb into his lap, slowly, testing, your weight settling over his thighs with a soft shift of fabric. he stiffens beneath you like he’s trying not to breathe too loud.

“is this okay?” you whisper.

he swallows hard. his hands hover like he doesn’t know where to put them. “y-yeah. it’s… yeah.”

you smile, just a little. lean in, noses brushing. “then relax.”

you don’t move right away. just sit there, nestled in his lap, arms looped gently around his neck like it’s the most natural thing in the world. jisung’s hands stay planted on the couch, like touching you would make this real, would cross some line neither of you can uncross. he’s looking at you like you’re made of something breakable. or maybe like he is.

the rain keeps falling, steady and quiet in the background, a soft rhythm that matches the thrum under your skin. the movie still plays, but you’ve both stopped watching. the only thing that exists now is the warm press of your thighs around his, and the slight tremble in his breath every time your hips shift just a little.

his hoodie bunches where your arms rest, fabric soft beneath your fingertips. you toy with the seam near his shoulder. “you’re really warm,” you murmur, more to fill the space than anything else.

he lets out a quiet laugh — breathless and almost nervous. “you’re… sitting on me.”

you grin, but you don’t move. “am i making it hard to focus?”

his eyes flick down to your mouth, then quickly back up. “i haven’t been focused since you got here.”

that catches you. your stomach flips, heat curling low. you don’t tease him for it. instead, you lean in slowly — giving him time, space to pull back if he wants — and press your forehead gently to his.

“me neither,” you whisper.

his hands finally move. one settles at your waist, tentative, the other sliding up your spine so lightly it makes you shiver. he pulls you a little closer, noses brushing, and when your lips finally meet, it’s soft. careful. like neither of you want to scare the moment away.

he kisses you like he’s learning how. and maybe he is — because this is new. not the being close, not the warmth, but the kiss. the way your lips part for his. the way you sigh into it when his fingers curl against your hoodie. the way his breath stutters when you shift your hips just slightly, just enough to make him feel it.

he pulls back a fraction, eyes glassy, lips kiss-bitten. “can i…?”

you nod, already breathless. “please.”

his hand trembles just a little as it slides under the hem of your hoodie, fingertips grazing the warm skin just above your waistband. you feel it — the hesitation, the weight of what this means. it’s not just touching. it’s letting go of all the fear that’s held you both back until now.

you exhale slowly, leaning forward until your nose brushes his again, lips barely a breath apart. “it’s okay,” you whisper.

he swallows hard. his other hand moves too, lifting until his palm rests against the small of your back, holding you to him like he needs the contact to believe this is happening. you guide one of his hands up a little further, under your hoodie, until he’s tracing your spine with the lightest pressure.

your own hands move then — slow, exploring. fingers brushing his jaw, the curve of his neck, the slope of his shoulder. he shivers under your touch, breath catching when your thumbs graze over his collarbone through the fabric.

“you’re shaking,” you murmur, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth.

“you’re in my lap,” he says softly, trying to smile. “and you’re touching me like that.”

you hum, amused, kissing him again — a little deeper this time. your tongue grazes his lower lip, just a tease, and he makes a sound you’ve never heard from him before — something between a gasp and a whimper. it punches heat through you instantly.

your hands drift lower, over his chest, feeling his heartbeat racing under your palms. you push at the hem of his hoodie gently, and he lifts his arms without a word, letting you pull it over his head. his hair is a little messy afterward, cheeks flushed and eyes wide.

you take a moment to just look.

he’s beautiful like this — bare-chested and slightly nervous, all soft lines and smooth skin, like he’s never been touched like this before. and maybe he hasn’t. not like this.

your fingers trace along his ribs, up to his chest, and he bites his lip to keep from moaning.

“you okay?” you ask.

he nods too fast. “yeah. yeah, i just… you’re really… it feels good.”

you smile, pressing a kiss to his jaw, then lower — the curve of his neck, the hollow of his throat. he tilts his head to let you, fingers digging into your waist now, like he doesn’t know what else to do with the ache building in his chest.

you shift again, straddling him more fully, and both of you suck in quiet breaths at the friction it causes — the unmistakable pressure of him, hard beneath his sweats, pressed against you through layers of cotton.

his head tips back against the couch, eyes fluttering shut. “fuck…”

you reach for the hem of your own hoodie, eyes on him. “can i?”

he opens his eyes, pupils blown. “please.”

you peel it off slowly, shy under his gaze even now. but the way he looks at you — mouth parted, chest rising and falling quick — makes it easier.

his hands move again, gently cupping your waist, thumbs stroking just under your bra. “you’re so…” he doesn’t finish. maybe he can’t.

instead, he leans up to kiss you again — deeper this time, more sure. his hands are learning you now. your curves, your warmth, the soft sounds you make when he touches just right.

and beneath all of it, the tension keeps pulling tighter. softer. hotter.

you can feel how hard he is through the thin layers between you, the slow grind of your hips making him twitch every time your weight shifts. his mouth is locked on yours now — desperate, open, deep — like he’s trying to breathe you in.

when you finally pull away, his lips are pink and swollen, his voice barely steady. “baby… i wanna touch you.”

your stomach flips at the way he says it — low and breathless, like it’s killing him to hold back.

you nod, voice gone soft. “please.”

he doesn’t rush. just keeps kissing you slow while his hand slides down between your bodies, slipping past the waistband of your shorts. his fingers find the warmth there instantly — the damp heat of your pussy soaking through your underwear.

he lets out a shaky breath. “fuck, you’re wet.”

you whimper as he presses a little more firmly, rubbing slow circles over your clit through the fabric. your hips jerk forward and he grips your waist to keep you steady.

“you like that?” he asks, voice wrecked already. “you been sitting on my lap like this, needing it?”

“yes, yes, i—” you can’t even finish. he pushes your panties to the side and slides one finger down, parting your folds so gently it makes you shake.

and then he’s touching your bare clit — slow, teasing strokes, just enough pressure to keep you gasping.

“fuck, baby… you’re so soft. so pretty right here,” he murmurs, eyes flicking down to watch his fingers move. “i’ve never done this, but i swear— i wanna make you feel so good.”

you let out a broken moan as he slips a finger inside you, your walls fluttering around the intrusion. he watches your face carefully, like every twitch and sigh is the most important thing in the world.

“so fucking tight,” he groans. “you’re gripping me so hard already, shit.”

he starts to move it — slow at first, dragging his knuckle with each thrust — and you swear you see stars. a second finger comes next, and the stretch has you clutching at his shoulders.

“that’s it, baby,” he breathes, kissing your jaw. “you’re taking me so well.”

his thumb finds your clit again, circling gently while his fingers curl just right inside you, coaxing out breathy gasps and needy little whines. your hips grind down on him helplessly, chasing more.

“please, jisung,” you whisper, voice cracking. “don’t stop.”

he leans in, voice right by your ear now. “i won’t, baby. i’m gonna make you cum on my fingers first, then you can ride my cock, yeah? you want that?”

“yes—fuck—yes, please,” you whimper, thighs trembling.

he groans into your neck, picking up the pace just a little. “god, you’re so good like this. such a good girl for me. letting me feel your perfect little pussy before i even get to fuck it.”

you cry out when his fingers hit a spot that makes your vision blur, your back arching instinctively.

“there,” he says, lips brushing your cheek. “right there, baby? yeah? that’s it?”

you nod frantically, breath stuttering, nails digging into his arms as the tension in your stomach coils tighter and tighter.

“cum for me,” he whispers. “let me feel you. make a mess all over my fucking hand.”

you do — hard.

your whole body shakes as you fall apart in his lap, cunt clenching tight around his fingers, gasping his name like a prayer. he keeps working you through it, rubbing your clit slow as your orgasm crashes over you.

when it finally fades, you collapse against him, panting, forehead pressed to his shoulder. he kisses your temple, still stroking you gently, so careful even when his cock is straining hard against you through his sweats.

“you okay, baby?” he murmurs.

you nod, dazed. “so good. too good.”

he grins, pulling his fingers out slowly, holding them up just to see the slick coating them. “fuck.”

you reach between you and palm him through his sweats. he groans, hips jerking into your touch.

“need you inside me,” you whisper. “please.”

he leans back just enough to get a good look at you — flushed cheeks, glassy eyes, lips still parted as you catch your breath. and when your hand wraps around the thick outline of his cock, pressing through the soft fabric of his sweats, jisung lets out a ragged groan that vibrates in his chest.

“baby,” he pants, grabbing your wrist gently, “if you keep doing that, i’m gonna cum before i even get inside you.”

you give him a lazy little smile, rubbing slow just to tease. “maybe i want you to.”

he growls — soft but real — then lifts you just enough to strip you fully, underwear and shorts left in a careless pile at your side. your hoodie rides up, and he helps you peel it off, letting his hands drag along your skin like he’s memorizing every inch.

then he’s flipping you carefully onto your back, laying you across the mess of blankets and pillows with the movie still flickering behind you. he pushes his sweats down far enough to free his cock — flushed, thick, already leaking at the tip.

you gasp a little when you see it, not out of fear, but anticipation. “want it,” you whisper. “please, jisung.”

he shudders. “fuck, you don’t know what that does to me.”

he kneels between your thighs, stroking himself slowly while his eyes rake over your body. “you’re so fucking pretty. i’ve thought about this— about you— for so long, baby.”

you open your legs for him instinctively, watching the way his gaze drops straight to your soaked pussy.

“look at you,” he groans. “all wet for me already. you want my cock that bad?”

“yes,” you breathe. “need to feel you. want you to fuck me.”

he doesn’t make you wait.

jisung leans down, lining himself up, tip nudging through your folds with the slick already dripping down your thighs. he hisses through his teeth. “you’re so wet— it’s gonna slide right in, baby. you ready?”

you nod, breath caught in your throat.

and then he’s pushing in, inch by slow inch, thick and hot and so careful — until he’s buried deep inside you, hips flush against yours, his cock stretching you open in the most delicious way.

you moan, legs wrapping around his waist.

he’s trembling a little above you, holding himself still. “fuck. you’re so tight,” he breathes. “feels like heaven.”

you squeeze around him and he gasps, eyes fluttering shut. “baby— don’t do that, i’m barely holding on.”

you giggle, a breathless little sound, and he smiles down at you — a little dazed, a little wrecked — before pulling his hips back slowly and thrusting in again.

“god,” he groans, “you feel so fucking good. pussy’s gripping me like you never wanna let go.”

he starts to move, slow but deep, each thrust hitting all the right spots. the sound of skin against skin mixes with the low moans slipping from both of you, the wet slick of your cunt taking him so easily echoing between gasps.

“such a good girl,” jisung pants. “taking my cock so well. look at you, baby. fuck, i’m never gonna forget this.”

you’re clinging to him now, nails digging into his back, every thrust pushing little whimpers from your lips.

“more,” you beg, voice cracking. “don’t stop, jisung, please.”

he kisses you hard, swallowing your cries, hips starting to move faster — still deep, still controlled, but with a hunger he’s not hiding anymore.

“you’re mine,” he growls against your mouth. “this pussy’s mine now. no one else gets to touch you like this. no one else gets to fuck you like this.”

“yours,” you gasp. “only yours.”

he reaches down between you and rubs your clit again, making your whole body jolt. “gonna cum again for me, baby? want you to cum all over my cock. make a mess.”

you’re already close — the pressure building fast, unbearable in the best way.

“i—i’m gonna—!”

“cum, baby,” he urges, hips snapping harder now. “cum on my dick. let me feel you.”

you fall apart under him, pussy clenching tight as your orgasm rips through you, back arching, eyes rolling back. you scream his name, hands scrambling for something to hold onto.

jisung groans loud and deep, cock twitching inside you.

“fuck— i’m cumming—”

he slams in one last time and spills inside you, warm and thick, filling you up as he gasps through it, body shaking from the force of it.

he stays there for a long moment, buried deep, breathing hard against your skin.

“holy shit,” he pants, forehead pressed to yours. “that was… fuck.”

you’re too gone to answer right away, just wrapping your arms around his neck and holding him close.

your bodies are still tangled, chest to chest, limbs limp with the weight of release. jisung hasn’t moved much, still deep inside you, his cock softening slowly as his breath evens out against your cheek.

your limbs are heavy with the kind of exhaustion that feels good — a little shaky, a little sore, but wrapped in something deeper. comfort. closeness. everything still smells like sex and skin, but it’s not overwhelming. it’s grounding.

jisung’s arms never left you. he’s curled around your body like instinct, face buried in your hair, breathing in slow through his nose as if trying to remember this moment forever.

“you okay?” he asks again, voice quieter now. there’s no edge to it. just care.

“i’m okay,” you say softly, brushing your fingers up and down his back. “i feel… warm. floaty.”

he lets out a breath of relief. “good. i was trying to be careful. you know… since it was both of our first time.”

you smile into his chest. “you were perfect.”

his hand rubs up and down your side under the hoodie, lazy and soft, like he’s still calming you down even though you’re already melted into him. your thighs are still a little sticky, sore in the best way, but his presence — the solid feel of him, the weight of his hand, the beat of his heart under your cheek — makes all of it feel safe. good.

he looks down at you like you’ve just won a war for him. “i love you, you know.”

you blink up at him, lips parting just slightly. “you do?”

“mhm,” he hums, smiling so softly it makes your chest ache. “i’ve known. i think i’ve just been too scared to ruin the best thing in my life.”

you prop your chin on his chest. “jisung…”

his fingers tuck your hair behind your ear. “and now i’ve had you like this… all of you. and i still feel like the luckiest idiot on the planet.”

you kiss him. slow, deep, full of the kind of love you’ve been holding onto in pieces for too long. he breathes into it like it’s saving him.

“we’re okay,” you whisper. “we’re more than okay.”

“yeah.” he brushes his nose against yours. “we’re so fucking okay.”

you both lie there for a while. the storm’s softened into a drizzle now. the movie is long over. the glow of the room is dim and warm, wrapping you both in something that feels like forever.

his hand strokes over your bare thigh, thumb smoothing circles there. “still comfortable?”

“mm,” you nod. “just a little sore.”

he presses a kiss to your shoulder. “let me know if it’s too much, okay? we’ll stay like this as long as you need.”

“i like this,” you say, letting your leg drape over his. “you. the rain. your arms.”

he hums, content. and then… you shift just slightly — thighs brushing his again — and pause. you blink. then blink again. you’re not imagining it.

the press of something firm against your hip.

you glance down.

and then look up at him with a teasing little raise of your brow.

“jisung…”

he makes a strangled sound and hides his face against your neck.

“don’t,” he whines softly. “don’t say it—i swear i’m not a perv, i just… i can’t help it.”

“you’re getting hard again.”

“baby,” he groans. “you’re naked in my arms. you smell like me. your pussy’s still warm, and we just—”

he cuts himself off, groaning into your skin like he’s punishing himself.

you giggle, a little breathless, because yeah, okay — that low whimpering embarrassment? hot.

“what do you wanna do about it?” you murmur, kissing his cheek.

he looks at you. wide eyes, flushed cheeks, his dick definitely straining against his boxers again.

“can i fuck you again, baby?” he breathes. “real slow this time… till you’re dripping all over me?”

your breath catches. your thighs clench.

you nod, heart racing.

“yeah,” you whisper. “i want that.”

“fuck,” he exhales, leaning over you, lips already chasing yours again. “i need you so bad.”

round two it is.

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icewindandboringhorror · 7 months ago

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Recent-ish things ~

#photo diary #1 - love this image of Noodle.. such a weird angle that makes his head look entirely round like a puff ball or something #2 - a more recent (still from months ago) collection of my pressed flowers and 4 leaf clovers I found.#3. Being one of the only people in 2024 still going 'hee heee I've just bought a new wii game!' but.. I have. >:3 #It's kind of like Wii Sports Resort but is like.. open world? so your character can actually walk around and stuff. REALLY makes me #wish I had the type of set up where I could record video from my wii and stuff like some gaming youtubers have. I think it'd be a really #fun game to play on video and to DOCUMENT it!!! I keep wishing I could screenshot my little guy walking around but I caaant..#I've literally just been taking out my phyiscal camera and photographing the screen which always looks bad.. augh..#4. Something in the froxen food aisle called 'Wellington Bites' a play on beef wellington. suprisingly good actually. but I guess anything #with like beef and mushrooms usually is. But it seems like.. oddly decent for frozen food stuff.#5 - boye looking Round again.. 6 - updated score in the wii fit minigame again. This time less than 4 seconds #for each round? which may be a record for me? 7 & 8 - fat bird in the snow. fatt bird in the SNOW!! Hoping that climate change and H5N1 #don't eventually remove all trace of birds and winter weather from my life in the future... -_-#9 - ..ough... a few paltry writings.. Except for the one day of 4000 words. But for the most part I have been making soo litte progress #because of the holidays and drs appointments and such a rush of all these other mind distracting things.. Or if I'm not doing something the #I'm feeling tired from having PREVIOUSLY done something so I waste the whole day being sleepy and headachey... GRR...#the funny thing is that like many many years ago I wrote a note on my wall saying 'FOCUS! write 2hr a day or more or youre going to finish #your game in 2025!!!' - which back in 2018 when I wrote it was like unimaginably far into the future but now... ahem.. hem... I guess that #is quite literally the case LOL. To my credit I did parctically abandon it entirely since late 2019 and JUST now picked up really #trying to focus on it in mid 2024 but still... My '''ridiculous'' projection being actually likely the correct one..#10 - I just thoughtit would be silly to put a bunch of keychain things on the wii remote. imagine playing this way. getting constantly #jabbed in the hand by plastic bits. and the jingling clinking noise it would be always making lol #11 - sky.. huzzah for the sky as always. Clouds my beloved #Gr.. I just really want to wriiite. My new years hopes are to finish my game and to get stuff set up to start selling sculptures again.#AND then maybe do more game videos lol... I miss playing games. I dont think I've posted on that youtube for like 5 months #I've just had so much appointments and Things and Stuff and focusing so much on other projects. But that is the thing that really #feels relaxing and fun for me. so like.. 1. finish game 2. sell sculpture/make sculpture 3. play games 4. find more friends #and social connection and networking or whatever the hell people have to do to be successful 5. do more costume/outfits.#<( saying this all on a day where I did none of those things LOL... I got erm.. maybe 400 words done today.. >:'3c )#6 is MOVE away from the evil west coast (hot.. fires in summer. etc) but like. not happening unless I suddenly become a millionaire so. -_-

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belovedhoon · 11 months ago

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simulation

pairing: camboy! sunghoon x bff! reader genre: smut, fluff fandom: enhypen wc: 4100+ contains: smut, fluff, unprotected sex (just dont do this), recording of sex, perv y/n, roughish sex, choking, slight size kink taglist: @st1llm0nster , @hmusunoo , @lonelybutterflytae divider credit: @cafekitsune

synopsis: sunghoon is a very popular camboy with a huge following unbeknownst to his best friend y/n. what happens when y/n stumbles across ‘iceprince02’? what happens when she realizes it’s her best friend sunghoon, surely she’ll stop watching right?

fic under the cut >>>>>

Y/N was scrolling through a popular cam sight when she stumbled across ‘iceprince02’ who was live at the moment of her endless scrolling to find something or rather someone good to get a quick self-made orgasm through. What made her click on this particular camboy was his pale-toned stomach and pretty cock. She clicked on his live after it had prompted her to make an account, and she came up with the username ‘xo_darling_xo’ on a whim. When she was finally able to click on the live, her eyes widened at the man’s deep husky voice. ‘He sounds so hot’ she thought to herself. She watched as he had his hand wrapped around his long pale cock, the girth looked like it would stretch her out just right. Y/N got comfortable in her bed, up against her headboard, and began to slowly bring her hand down her chest slowly.

Y/N brought her hands to the waistband of her sleep shorts before stopping. Was she really about to get off to some random dude jacking his shit on camera? Yes, yes she was, Y/N was down bad, so very down bad… You slid your hands down towards your waistband again this time not hesitating to slip your hand into your shorts and rub gently against your throbbing clit, mentally patting yourself on the back for forgoing panties tonight. You observed your laptop screen closely as the man on screen who called himself ‘ice prince’ dragged his hand slowly up and down his cock, squeezing at the base when he would feel himself getting close to his high. He didn’t want to come so quickly and ruin the fun so soon, he knew that he could go again after he came but he really didn’t feel like overstimulating himself too much today…so he just stuck to edging himself. You watched entranced at the sight of his buff arms flexing every time he stroked his very hard cock. How were you feeling so close just from rubbing your clit? That’s unheard of for you, it usually never being enough stimulation for you. You continued to watch with bated breath as he moved his hand faster, his deep groans and grunts going straight to your cunt. The closer ‘ice prince’ got to his high the higher-pitched his moans got and you swear you’ve never heard something so melodic and beautiful.

You could tell the very moment he was about to reach his peak by the way his stomach tensed and by his staccato moans. You were right because a few seconds later you watched as he let out one last loud groan and his thick white release squirted out spilling onto his hands and stomach. You let out a moan of your own as you came to the sight. ‘Ice prince’ stayed mostly silent while he was recovering letting out an occasional whine as he moved his hand very slowly up and down his spent length to draw out his orgasm.

As ‘ice prince’ got up off his bed to turn the live off, you noticed something in his room that shook you to your core…it’s just a coincidence, right? There is no way that you just saw the flag you had made for your best friend on his wall behind ‘ice prince’ when he moved to grab tissues right? There’s no way at all…You studied the room that this ‘ice prince’ guy was in and the realization dawned on you, wondering how you didn’t put it together sooner that this was Sunghoon…your best friend and roommate. The voice alone should have brought up some red flags but I guess in your lust-haze you didn’t even notice. Before you could process what was going through your head, ‘ice prince’ or Sunghoon rather ended the live. The post-nut clarity hitting you hard. There is no way you just came to the image of your best friend Sunghoon jerking off in his room…

You truly didn’t know how to feel about the whole situation, on one hand, you felt guilty for watching your best friend jack off, but on the other hand, you felt even more turned on at the fact that it was indeed your best friend you had just watched climax on camera… How will you face Sunghoon after this without remembering his pretty moans every time he talks?

You stayed in your room for a few seconds longer before deciding to go knock on Sunghoon’s door just to confirm it was him, not directly but just to see if there were any clues to confirm what you had just witnessed. When you knocked on his door, you heard a quiet ‘one second’ and then a few seconds after he opened the door still shirtless btw… You stayed quiet just staring at his toned chest. Sunghoon raised a thick eyebrow at your silence and intense gaze.

“Y/N? You good? Do you need something? I’m kinda in the middle of something…” Sunghoon said his voice confused yet rushed. He really didn’t need you finding out about his ‘secret’ job right now…even if it did pay the bills. He still had his camera set up, and the tissues by his bed, he hadn’t had time to get rid of the evidence before you came knocking at his door. Your eyes flitted up to his at his words, breaking you out of your filthy thoughts. You gave him one last glance before pushing past him into his room before he could protest to see his camera set up in front of his bed and you froze at the sight. Guess your suspicions were right… it was him you had just watched masturbate on camera for thousands of people. You would have never expected this from Park Sunghoon.

You stood there staring at the camera before your eyes were drawn to the tissues on his bedside table and then the flag that you had just seen on his porn live… Sunghoon watched as you observed his room and being the clever guy he is put everything together and realized you must have stumbled across his cam page. He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose and then turning to you and noticing your flushed face, sweaty neck, and your eyes blown wide with lust. He smirked, you weren’t disgusted no you were far from it…no you were clearly aroused. You had to of watched the full live through there’s no way you hadn’t or you wouldn’t have realized it was him.

“Y/N…I know you know what you just saw was me…and quite frankly I think you liked it, like the little pervert that you are…” Sunghoon said, his tone smug. Your eyes widened at his words, you hadn’t expected him to know you knew about his dirty little secret. You started to protest but before you could finish your sentence, he was suddenly right in front of you his breath fanning over your face. You stared up into his eyes and watched as they darkened at your flustered reaction. You truly couldn’t help the little whine that escaped your lips when he brought one of his hands to your waist and the other to your face caressing your cheek.

Sunghoon looked into your eyes gazing intensely as he brought his lips closer to your own, giving you time to back away if you wished to, if anything you moved slightly closer. He took that as initiative and closed the gap between you two crushing his lips to your own. You moaned into his mouth at the feeling of his soft plump lips on your own. You opened your mouth as soon as you felt him brushing his tongue on your bottom lip asking for entrance. Sunghoon slipped his tongue into your mouth pulling you closer to his body where you could feel his cock growing hard against your stomach. Finally, he pulled away so that the two of you could catch your breath.

“Now that you know my little secret, you should join me one day hm?” Sunghoon said with a smirk, chuckling darkly at the way you panicked. You stuttered not knowing how to react or what to say. There was no way in hell Sunghoon just insinuated you joining him… You just stared at him your eyes comically wide and he just laughed at your reaction before leading your stiff body to his bedroom door and all but pushing you out and closing it, you could hear the sound of it locking seconds later. You stood outside his door frozen, not properly processing what had just happened. You shook out of the weird feeling before going to your room and masturbating a second time remembering how Sunghoon’s lips felt on your own before drifting off to bed, with you guessed it…thoughts of your best friend once again.

The next few days passed by in a blur with exams coming up right around the corner. Your mind is finally preoccupied with something other than that odd situation that conspired with Sunghoon. Sunghoon seemed to forget about what had happened or maybe he was just that good at pretending it didn’t happen. It was pretty awkward for you the next morning, not knowing how to react to what had happened, but with Sunghoon he made it pretty easy to get over the initial awkwardness. The next passing days got better and better and finally, you and Sunghoon were back to your normal dynamic, well as close to normal as you could get with the fact that you couldn’t help but continue to watch his lives…not that he knew of course…you’d never let him know that fact.

Exams came and went for the both of you and finally, the semester was over which you couldn’t be happier about. Now you could relax and not have to worry about studying so much. Now that you didn’t have the distractions of exams…your mind went straight back to the night Sunghoon kissed you with so much passion and the words he said to you…surely he was joking right…? The way he said it, it seemed like he was being serious, but he also hasn’t asked you since so you were conflicted. Was you supposed to ask him? Were you supposed to go to him? At this point you had to find out, your mind was just so plagued with Sunghoon that you just couldn’t resist knowing if he was telling the truth and actually really did want you to make a video with him. So you did what any logical person would do…you walked out of your room clad in pink lacy lingerie and a matching silk robe and marched your way over to Sunghoon’s room and knocked on the door.

You heard shuffling around before the door was opened and Sunghoon was stood there bare-chested once again, bringing a sense of deja vu to you. He stared at you expectantly waiting for you to say something. You both just stood there for a few seconds more before you finally mustered up the courage to ask him what you were there to ask, the confidence from before leaving as soon as you saw Sunghoon’s pale bare chest. God, you were so down bad.

“I…Uh…I was uh…wondering if you were…if you were being serious about what you said a couple of weeks ago…” You finally stuttered out, your voice barely above a whisper. One of his eyebrows rose at your muttered words, processing what you said before a sinister grin appeared on his face. He studied how you couldn’t even look him in the eyes and how your hands were twitching with nerves. Suddenly you felt him lift your head to make you gaze straight into his dark eyes.

“Ah, I thought you’d never come crawling back…I was dead serious about what I said. I was actually just about to start another live, which I know you knew, seeing that you watch every one of my shows and know my schedule.” Sunghoon said, his tone cocky. Your eyes widened at that, how did he know that you watched all of his lives? He smiled at your shocked expression.

“You think you’re sneaky ‘darling’… you left my page up on your laptop when I borrowed it, I saw your user name…’xo_darling_xo’ very cute by the way. It suits you. I noticed every time you would join in Y/N, made me that much harder to know that my pervy little best friend was touching herself while watching me…” Sunghoon said seductively, his voice almost a growl at the end. Oh how he wished you knew that every time he did one of his cam shows he was touching himself to the thought of you in your room, your small fingers buried inside your wet cunt moaning out his name.

Sunghoon opened his door wider, gesturing you to walk inside his room. You gulped walked in slowly and stopped once you heard the door close and lock. Your senses were heightened it seemed like, your nerves going haywire. You listened closely to Sunghoon’s footsteps as he walked closer to you, and then suddenly the footsteps stopped and you felt goosebumps arise at the feeling of his hot breath fanning across the back of your neck. You shivered at the feeling of Sunghoon gently turning you around, his touch scorching your skin, the feeling electric.

“Are you sure you want this Y/N? We don’t have to film this…” Sunghoon said softly, wanting to make sure you were sure and comfortable. You nodded your head eagerly, the thought of Sunghoon claiming you in front of his thousands of fans made you uncomfortably wet. Sunghoon clicked his tongue.

“Use your words, pretty girl.” Sunghoon said sternly, holding your face in his hand and squeezing your cheeks roughly. You whined at the feeling of his rough hand on your face.

“Yes Sunghoon…I want this…please take me on live…” You let out with a whimper. Sunghoon groaned at your desperation, his cock growing impossibly harder at your pleas. He smirked before moving his hand from your face bringing his hands down to your plump ass grabbing it firmly before pulling away from you entirely, you moaning at the loss of his body heat and touch.

“Alright baby, I’m going to start the live normally and then I’m going to announce that you’re joining…then I’m going to absolutely ruin you…” Sunghoon said his tone sultry and deep. You smiled and nodded at his words signaling you heard him loud and clear. He smiled back before he turned on the camera and his laptop, starting the live.

“Hi, my loves…we’re doing something different tonight. I have a special guest joining tonight’s live, someone very dear and special to me…I hope you all can treat her with as much enthusiasm as you do I.” Sunghoon said out loud to his streamers. He looked up at you before gesturing you to join him on the bed, to which you shyly did.

You sat on the bed beside Sunghoon, and he looked over at you smiling brightly then you both turned to the laptop to read the comments flooding in. ‘she’s so pretty…what should we address her as?’ one of the comments asked. Sunghoon thought before telling them to call you ‘darling’ seeing as that was the name you used when you first encountered his cam shows. You continued to watch as comments kept coming in commenting about how you and ‘ice prince’ were so cute together and how you two seemed like a perfect fit. There were also the dirty comments about how they wished for ‘ice prince’ to ruin you. So that’s exactly what Sunghoon planned to do…

Sunghoon gently laid you on your back on his bed, looking into your eyes for discomfort the whole time he did so. You looked up at him with eager, desperate eyes, Sunghoon’s eyes darkening in desire. He undid your robe slowly revealing your pretty lingerie-clad body, and he groaned at the sight of you all dolled up for him. He slipped the robe off your body completely and brought his hands to your bra and unclipped it taking that off as well. His eyes zeroed in on your hard nipples and he couldn’t help but bring his mouth to the right one and begin sucking roughly, his hand going to the other one massaging it with a firm grip. You moaned out at the feeling of his tongue swirling around your erect nipple. Your hips rose trying to seek friction on your needy cunt, Sunghoon hissing at the feeling of your warmth grinding against his hard cock. Sunghoon let go of your nipple with a pop before he brought his hands to your soaked panties and slid them down your legs, tossing them on the floor beside your robe. He took off his pants, leaving him in just his briefs, and then placed his lips on yours kissing you intensely. Sunghoon began to grind his clothed cock into your clit and you couldn’t stop the whines that escaped your lips, the feeling so intense.

“Please…” You begged him, you felt like you were going to explode with how pent-up you were. Sunghoon just smirked down at you, enjoying his teasing torture on you and your body, you were just so responsive to his touch, and that made him impossibly harder. Suddenly he pulled away from you and you protested at the feeling of his body warmth gone. He just clicked his teeth and pulled his briefs down, throwing them on the floor. You could feel your mouth watering at the sight of his thick pale cock…the one you’ve been fantasizing about for weeks… You needed him in your mouth right now or you think you might die.

Sunghoon noticed the feral look in your eyes, knowing what you wanted at that moment. He moved over to where you were lying on the bed and stood and front of you in a way that was blocking the camera setup. You got up on your knees crawling toward him, you bent down toward his throbbing cock, your ass in the air. You looked up at Sunghoon through your eyelashes and studied his face and how he swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing with the motion. You move your hand towards him and gripped his large cock in your grasp, your hand looking tiny compared to his length. He moaned as soon as you made contact with him. You smiled innocently up at him as you brought your mouth to his pink tip. You took him further into your mouth before pulling off and then doing it again. Sunghoon got tired of your teasing real quick and grabbed your hair and pushed you further onto his cock. You gagged at the sudden intrusion and moved your hands to his thick muscular thighs gripping on for dear life as Sunghoon began to thrust his hips harshly, his tip hitting the back of your throat repeatedly.

Sunghoon let out deep grunts at the exertion of his thrusts and he let out an occasional long drawn-out moan at the feeling of your throat constricting around his throbbing cock. You weren’t any better honestly, letting out moans and whines at the way Sunghoon was abusing your throat. You could feel yourself dripping down your thighs and onto the sheets below you. Sunghoon’s moans grew higher in pitch the closer he got to his climax before he suddenly groaned out that he was about to cum. He grabbed your head forcing you all the way onto his cock and cumming inside your mouth, his cock pulsating at the intensity of it. You let out a moan at the feeling of his warm cum coating your throat and mouth. Sunghoon pulled out of your mouth slowly and moaned at the sight of his cum pooling at the sides of your mouth. He then pulled you up and crashed his mouth onto yours, not caring that he had just come into your mouth.

Sunghoon pulled away from the kiss and pushed you back onto the bed crawling between your spread legs. He started to kiss up your thighs, avoiding where you needed him most. If you were going to tease him, he was gonna do it 10x worse…

“Please…I need you…” You whimpered out grasping his hair between your fingers and tugging him closer to your core. Sunghoon moaned at the stinging on his scalp. Finally, he brought his mouth to your clit, licking it softly before taking it into his mouth and sucking on it harshly. You yelled a quick ‘fuck!’ at the feeling. Sunghoon looked up into your eyes as he brought two of his fingers to your slick entrance and pushed them inside you. You were a moaning, squirming mess as Sunghoon feasted on you. You could feel your high fast approaching, so you warned him, but before you could reach your much-needed high, Sunghoon removed his fingers and let go of your clit with a loud pop. Your eyes shot open at the feeling of your high being stolen away from you so rudely. Sunghoon just smirked at you, popping his finger into his mouth and moaning at your taste.

“If you want to cum, you’re going to cum on my cock darling…” Sunghoon said smugly, raising an eyebrow. You sighed nodding your head. Sunghoon then climbed on top of you, his chain dangling above your face and you couldn’t help but whine at how sexy he looked with his hair mussed up and his eyes blown wide with lust for you. You felt as Sunghoon aligned himself with your entrance, pushing just the tip inside you. Your eyes closed at the feeling of your walls adjusting to his head. Sunghoon slowly began to push himself into you, grunting at how tight you felt around him. You whimpered as you struggled to adjust to his huge size.

“Shh darling, you’re okay…You can take it…” Sunghoon wheezed out, trying so hard not to just thrust forward. You just felt so good around him, so tight. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he was bottomed out inside you. He stayed still for a few more moments so that you could completely adjust before he began to thrust into you at a steady pace. You kept moaning loudly at the feeling of his cock dragging in and out of your walls. You could feel your high approaching once more, still feeling sensitive from your high being taken away earlier. Sunghoon could feel himself getting close as well, but he wanted you to come before he did, so he brought one of his hands to your clit and began to run it harshly. He picked up his pace until he was pounding into you as hard as he could, his headboard hitting against the wall in a repeated ‘thump, thump, thump’ sound. Sunghoon brought his other hand up to your neck, squeezing slightly and that was your downfall, being pushed over the edge as soon as you felt him choking you. You screamed out as you let your orgasm take over your body, clenching around Sunghoon tightly, your juices soaking his cock as you came hard. Sunghoon lets out a long drawn-out groan at the feeling, cumming right after you. You could feel his warm cum painting your walls and moaned at the oversensitivity. Sunghoon thrust a few more times to draw out both of your orgasms, pushing his cum deeper inside you, before pulling out of you.

Sunghoon said goodbye to the viewers and then turned off the camera. He then walked into his ensuite bathroom and grabbed a wet rag to clean you up. He walked back to where you were passed out on his bed in exhaustion. He smiled softly at the sight. You were so cute to him and he couldn’t help but fall more in love with you at that moment…you looked so peaceful and content. Sunghoon cleaned you up gently, slipping one of his shirts onto your sleeping body putting on a pair of boxers onto himself, and slipping into the bed beside you pulling you towards him. One of your eyes opened at the motions and you let out a small yawn and snuggled closer to him with a cute happy smile on your face. Sunghoon pulled the covers onto you both and thought about how you two were going to have to talk in the morning about what had conspired, but for now, he was going to hold you close to him. So he did just that drifting off to sleep, exhaustion taking over him. He didn’t know what the future would hold for you two but as long as you were happy, he was happy…

#enhypen smut #enhypen #kpop smut #kpop fluff #enhypen fluff #sunghoon smut #enhypen scenarios #enhypen hard hours #enhypen hard thoughts #enha #enha x reader #enha imagines #kpop #kpop fic

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littlelovelunette · 5 months ago

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sevika between the reader's legs during a movie while the reader teases her? I've been thinking about this all day

Movie Night

Contains smut, oral, vibrator

Submissive!Sevika x Fem!Reader

You and Sevika had been together for a long while. Now that you both had moved in together, all the long distance sex toys you both used didn't seemed to be of much use.

Except for the remote control vibrator, which Sevika usually had you wear. But today, you had different plans.

You made a bet with Sevika that she wouldn't be able to go through an entire movie with the vibrator attached to her clit, and not come from it. Sevika's ego was huge and you knew it.

So, there was absolutely no chance she'd turn the bet down and that is exactly what she did. She took it.

You giggled, grabbing the vibrator from the drawer filled with sex toys you both used on a pretty much regular basis.

"We'll start slow, don't worry," you grinned.

"I'm not worried," Sevika grumbled, arms crossing.

"Yeah, right."

You both LOVED cuddling naked so this was the perfect opportunity for you. You put the vibrator on her clit, tapping it in place with an evil grin. Sevika rolled her eyes.

She laid her head back on your tits while her body was slotted between your legs.

"Comfy?" You asked and Sevika just nodded.

Sevika used the remote to turn the TV on, leaning back against your tits and heaving a soft exhale of breath feeling the low intensity of the vibrator.

The slow buzzing of the vibrating toy against her swollen clitoris made her shift from time to time but she was so comfortable, she was absolutely melting in your arms.

You pressed your chin on the top of her head, slowly holding her breasts in your hands, weighing the heavy mounds.

"Hmm..." You stared at the TV screen.

You let go of her right breast, reaching to adjust the intensity of the vibrator's remote. Sevika let out a "Hungh," she moaned.

You raised a brow but didn't comment on it. You moved the vibrator to intensity four. There were ten different intensities.

Sevika jerked a little, coughing to cover the sudden reaction as she pressed behind further against your body.

You didn't say anything, eyes trained on the TV screen as you stared mindlessly at the movie.

You weren't interested in the characters when they conversed. Your head was more preoccupied thinking when you should turn the intensity a little bit more up.

Sevika's breaths were slightly uneven, fingers digging into your legs which were around her. You stared at the screen, your thumb grazing and tracing the button for the remote controller.

"Fuck, you're doing this in purpose," Sevika huffed.

"I dont know what you're talking about," you shrugged.

Sevika looked back at the movie, eyebrows furrowed as she tried to concentrate there but just then you turned the intensity to level eight at one go.

Sevika jerked. "Fuck."

You burst out laughing.

Sevika huffed again, seeing you laughing at her clear struggle. You put the remote down, cranking it to level ten.

Sevika cursed under her breath. You moved so she could lay down with her legs spread, you sat between her legs and eagerly lapped up her juices with your tongue, delving it inside to get a taste.

"Mmm..." Your nose nudged against her clit and the vibrator causing the toy to press harder against her sensitive bundle of nerves.

Your attention was on her slit now, as your tongue worked with practiced ease shoving in and out of her, taking in the slightly salty, slightly sweet taste.

Sevika's thighs were shaky.

She cursed, "Shit."

The way she clenched around your tongue, you knew she was close. You'd been teasing her for too long.

"Wanna come?" You grinned, face covered in her slick.

Sevika nodded, staring at you with her pretty grey eyes which would've made you come if you were sensitive enough.

You grabbed her thighs, stuffing your face back inside her pussy, you slurped loudly and lewdly.

The vibrator buzzed against Sevika's clit, her jaw slack and mouth open as she stared at the ceiling of the bedroom. She was in a daze.

You didn't care about anything in that moment. All you wanted to do was eat her out.

"Shit, doll," Sevika grabbed your head, thick fingers entangling in your hair.

And before you knew it she was coming in your mouth, the creamy liquid filling your mouth. You didn't stop. You were addicted now. You needed more.

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tedsies · 6 months ago

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i caved and bought the legacy collection out of curiosity

i bought it on steam by the way, no way am I going anywhere near the ea app

random thoughts as i go along:

game loaded up straight away with no issues (what a strange feeling)

got into pleasantview within 2 minutes (obvs I have no cc installed right now so its gonna be faster anyway)

a bit of a jumpscare to see the game again without reshade ngl

straight into the lothario household. don you look... different without all my defaults

screen resolution defaulted to the right size without me having to change anything by the way, which was nice

turned up all the graphics setting to max and going to visit the goth household as that always gives me lag, even vanilla

this experience is already making me realise I need to cut down my 12gb downloads folder, cos man this is so smooth and fast without all of that in my game

well everything is working perfectly straight out of the box. had no issues with multiple sims on the big goth lot

going to quit and load up again with my ui mods and defaults next (along with hugelunatic's ikea pack as cc)

legacy collection has an entirely different file path by the way, so won't mess with existing ultimate collection installs (i wouldn't have dared to do this otherwise)

okay all my defaults, ui mods and some others are now in (downloads folder is up to 3.64gb now) and everything is working fine still

ikea items as cc don't seem to be fully appearing in the catalog though? that might be a me problem but i dont know

adding in all my cas cc now, along with hood defaults and hood deco cc (downloads folder is up to 6.5gb now). i'm also adding in anything else I can think of like camera mods, user startup cheat etc etc

getting into pleasantview in less than 2 mins still

heading into cas for the first time now...

... and it loaded up within 10 seconds even with ALL of my cas cc? and this is the first time too so I would've expected major lag. normally cas takes about 60 seconds to load in my game

update on the ikea pack as cc... the build items are definitely there, but not the buy for some reason?

biting the bullet and adding in the remaining 6gb of my 12gb downloads folder

all of my cc is now in the game and loading times were about 30 seconds longer than before. still no issues

took darren dreamer to a community lot and there were no crashes/issues/lag. normally going to a community lot is very dangerous for me cos its where I get the most crashes or issues, its why all my community lots are incredibly small lot sizes

also I have the hood deco view set to extra large... normally I have to have it set to extra small just to play in a small household

i dont think I'm being delulu here to say things are running better

next up is adding in all of my mods, then after that I might dare putting in my mega populated uberhood save, and try reshade?

another ikea update: everything is showing up now. it was me being an idiot

so all of my mods are now also in (so my entire downloads folder now) and i haven't been able to trigger any crashes or pink soup yet through normal gameplay? even with extra large hood view from lots

reshade keeps crashing my game on startup... damn, what am I doing wrong

RESHADE IS NOW WORKING (ver 6.1.1)! thanks to this guide

I finally added in my uberhood save (which is packed with hood deco and and has 35 playable families).... and it's working! I also played with a household for a bit and everything was working fine

final update before I go to bed (as its gone midnight here lol)

i now have all of my mods, cc, saves, and reshade installed, and I've yet to have any pink soup or crashes (apart from the crashes when I was *incorrectly* trying to install reshade). honestly... i'm surprised. i dont want to speak too soon obviously, but things seem better. i was just playing in a household with extra large lot view on and that would usually IMMEDIATELY crash my game, but nothing happened. tomorrow i'll actually play for an extended period of time, so i'll be able to tell more for sure then.

i hope this has been helpful to at least a couple of people, and i'll leave with you a shot of my pleasantview newly loaded up in the legacy collection 😅

#ts2 #sims 2 #the sims 2 #legacy collection

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myoui mina x fem!reader ; smut

synopsis: your girlfriends a model and you’re always clocked in so it’s reeeaaally hard for you to get intimate and goddddd mina’s getting impatient and sexually frustrated so she takes matters into her own hands.

warnings: smut ; filthy!! ; did someone say sub reader? ; sub!reader!!!!! ; mina is a model ; reader is in forensics ; somnophilia ; thigh riding ; fingering ; mentions of stitches ; bruises ; blood ; small easter egg if you’ve read one of my jihyo fics ; not proofread ; anything else i forgot to mention

a/n: muahhahahaa

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your phone buzzes, and usually you’d ignore it considering you have to meet this deadline– but when you look at your phone, seeing the small pixels of your girlfriend getting a kiss on the cheek from you in the contact picture and the little “minari” on the screen; you quickly grab your phone, clicking on the notification.

jesus. is all you can think of when you see the picture, you’re surprised you can think after seeing it.

mina – your girlfriend, your oh-so-lovely girlfriend, the girl of your dreams, the model you managed to get into a relationship with after spilling all of your drink on at one of sana’s parties, your everything and more – is leaned over against a balcony, eyes looking into the camera seductively. her makeup is light, a strand of her bangs fall over her forehead and then you glimpse down. you feel your chest tighten as soon you see the panties peeking out, pants slipping down so you can get a tantalizing glimpse of the skin and–

you groan.

it’s four, and you’re working overtime – again; there are too many cases to examine and report – you can’t be riled up, especially not now. biting your lip, you put your phone down, deciding to push everything to the side.

getting back to work is not easy.

minari: 1 notification

“you fucking hate me.” is mumbled under your breath before you peek over, unlocking your phone quickly to see a text:

minari: don’t ignore me baby

minari: miss you

minari: did you like the picture?

oh you loved the picture, loved it so much that you wonder what it would be like to rip the clothes she has on right off of her.

you: :-(

you: please dont do this to me

you: i’m working overtime

you: when will you be back?

minari: this weekend, friday night

you groan again, sitting back in your chair in defeat. that’s three days.

you: i have to get back to work

you: the things i’d do to you

you: you’re a pain in the ass

on the other side of the line, mina giggles. she’s satisfied with her effect on you, she can just picture the little crease of your brows, the frown, and really just how cute you look when you’re all pouty and impatient.

she bites the inside of her lip after reading the second to last text from you, thinking about just what you could do to her, until she’s interrupted by one of the photographers. it isn’t easy to model when she’s missing you, she’d much rather show off her luxury panties to you than the cameras.

–

you’re beat. literally and figuratively.

as someone accustomed to the comfort and safety of the forensics lab and the routine of the department, being dragged into a chase on a friday night is far from what you expected. you had plans to go home and wait for your girlfriend, ready to greet her with a hug and something more – but no, of course you had been caught in a pursuit.

after being treated by the nurses, they hand you a slip of paper for a follow-up check-up, but you wave it off, insisting that you'll be fine. however, it's clear that jihyo, the detective, has endured much worse. fresh stitches on her ribs, bruises covering her upper back and arms, a bloody nose, and a cut on her jaw, she's clearly been through a rough ordeal, thankfully spiderwoman stepped into help you all out.

in comparison, your injuries seemed minor—a smack to the ribs, a punch or two to the face, and a close call with a punch that grazed your temple, resulting in a bit of blood and a bandage to cover it.

when you finally get to your car, exhausted and limp against the seat, you check your phone while you wait for the air conditioning to turn on.

there’s seven new messages from mina, earning a sigh.

you read through all of them, each one slowly getting more worrisome as you scroll, which paints a frown on your lips.

[6:03pm]

minari: i just got home

minari: where are you?

[7:44pm]

minari: i bet you’re busy, stay safe

minari: i’ll be waiting here

minari: love you, i hope you’re okay

[10:30pm}

minari: going to bed, i’ll see you soon love

minari: thinking of you

[10:58pm]

minari: wish you were here, goodnight, i love you

the pain that’s spread throughout your body doesn’t bother you anymore; the thought of your girlfriend alone in bed – finally home after her two week-long work trip – makes you groan frustratedly as you lean your face against the wheel of your car.

you’ve got to get home.

–

it’s almost midnight when you get to your apartment and you don’t even make it to the bedroom.

you underestimated the toll of the fatigue, the bruises, and the damage done to your body – not to mention the countless sleepless hours leading up to this chaotic night. you've been tirelessly investigating various dna samples and physical evidence, neglecting your much-needed rest in favor of focusing on your work and trying to distract yourself from missing your girlfriend too much because that is already enough to throw you in a spiral.

as soon as you catch sight of the couch, you practically collapse onto it, sinking into the cushions with a sense of relief. leaning back lazily, you feel the heaviness of your eyelids, each blink a struggle to keep them open for just a little longer.

mina crosses your mind and you feel sorry for leaving her alone, but you physically can’t do anything about that.

the exhaustion catches up to you, and then you find yourself passing out on the couch with your work clothes still on, tie loose, and no energy left to fight off the drowsiness.

–

mina wakes up earlier than usual – still alone.

the sun hasn’t even risen yet, and she had expected to find you lazily draped over her, maybe with the blanket slipping off the bed and the feeling of your breath gently warming her skin. but as she wakes, she realizes that the blanket is still snugly wrapped around her, and her skin feels oddly cold.

she blinks once, then twice, and still, you’re not there.

getting up and reaching over blindly for her phone, she unlocks it groggily, opening your messages to see a “read, 11:40pm”

mina furrows her brows, rubbing her squinted eyes to read the same message on the screen. she feels a pang of worry as she wonders why you haven't responded or called, and why you're not next to her right now. hastily, she checks your location, clicking on your contact photo, and then freezes in disbelief.

you're home?

the contact picture she has of you—your smushed face with drool leaving the corner of your lip—is only half a centimeter away from her on the screen. with a sense of urgency, she jumps out of bed and rushes to find you.

she walks out of the hall and into the living room, catching a glimpse of the back of your head on the couch. mina lets out a sigh of relief, walking over and standing in front of your figure.

you look adorable, sitting up against the couch with your head leaned back on the cushion. you stay frozen in place, the only movement coming from the rhythmic rise and fall of your chest, which tells mina that you’re out. your hair is disheveled, you're still in your work clothes, and there's a new band-aid beside your brow on your temple. mina finds herself captivated by the sight, unable to tear her gaze away.

“long night, i bet.” mina mumbles, sitting down next to you and putting her head on your shoulder. you don’t budge, still remaining in your place.

mina kisses your cheek before returning to your shoulder, deciding to rest her eyes with you for a while more.

–

your girlfriend wakes up a few hours later – you’re still asleep by her side, still frozen in your place.

mina rubs her eyes against your shoulder, feeling the warmth of your body as she stirs awake for the second time that morning. fishing for her phone, she checks the time: 11:31 am. glancing back at you, still sound asleep, she decides it's time for both of you to start the day. she hasn't even had a chance to greet you while you were awake yet, and she misses your attention.

she presses a kiss to your cheek – no response.

pouting, she presses a few more to your cheek – you stay frozen in place, eyes closed and breathing still relaxed.

then she moves over to your jawline, pressing a few pecks and moving down to your neck, the spot that earns the most from you – there’s a reaction, a small groan from you, and then you shift in your place – still no sign of consciousness.

mina's never been a morning person, which only adds to her frustration. with a whine, she moves over to straddle you, settling herself on your lap.

“c’mon, i’ve been waiting for you.” she says, and still, it doesn’t wake you up. “wearing the same lingerie from the pictures and you’re still like this…”

not only is she frustrated from missing you, she’s been irritated from how sex-deprived she’s been.

she brushes a strand of your hair behind your ear, gently fixing the mess from whatever ordeal you endured last night, before taking a good look at you. the morning sunlight highlights the contours of your jawline, making your skin glow, and the slight parting of your lips adds to your allure.

you look good—maybe even better than usual—and mina can't help but feel a surge of desire, fueled by her deprivation of you.

she tugs gently on the tie wrapped loosely around your neck, coaxing you forward. your head naturally falls forward in response, so mina tilts it up by the chin, cradling your face between her fingers.

“you look so cute,” mina sighs, rubbing a thumb over your skin. “i could take you like this.”

the two of you have talked about this – about fucking while one is asleep – and neither one of you was against it. however, it’s never actually happened, and sure mina’s daydreamed about this, and you have too, but she never thought there’d actually be such a perfect moment in time.

you’re asleep, looking all pretty, perfect, and downright fuckable – mina can’t help but bite her lip at the sight, grinding down against your lap a bit.

she shifts over to straddle one thigh in order to gain more friction, gasping at the second movement of her hips against you.

“maybe,” a small breath leaves her lips, “this’ll wake you up.”

another rut against your slacks and she’s shutting her eyes, fully waking herself up at the feeling.

mina’s usually never this horny, or bold for that matter, but after two weeks without her girlfriend with barely any time to talk to one another – she’s a whole new person.

holding onto one shoulder – earning a small mumble from you – mina grinds against you again. she’s only wearing your t-shirt, which sits loosely on her, and the panties from the picture she had sent – they’re soaked now.

her arms rest on the top of your shoulders now, and wrap around your neck as she clings onto you desperately. she feels hazy, seeing stars the faster she stimulates herself on you, and you have no fucking clue what’s going on. it honesly turns her on even more, getting to use you like this.

and when she thinks it can’t get anymore overwhelming, the feeling of her cunt against you, the thrill of making a mess of herself against you – she feels a rough, firm grip on her hips, then moves her head away from your neck to see your eyes slowly opening.

“baby, w-what?” you sigh out lazily, trying to process everything that’s going on, “what are you–”

mina cuts you off with a kiss, to which you respond immediately with a hand cupping her cheek, and your lips fitting with hers perfectly.

your girlfriend shudders against you, looking down at her cunt leaving a dark mark of arousal on your gray bottoms, then latches her lips onto your jawline. she leaves sensual kisses, waking you up from your deep sleep immediately. you melt as your hands reach the base of her neck.

she presses a peck on your upper jaw before muttering into your ear, “i missed– ah– you,” she says breathily.

“me too baby,” you respond with a sly smile, using your hands to push her down on your skin roughly, eliciting a loud moan into your ear.

she leans back, placing one hand on your shoulder while the other grabs the end of your tie. with a swift tug on the black cloth, you gasp in surprise. your face is close, close enough for mina to see your dilated pupils, creased brows, and flushed cheeks. it all adds to the allure, and tightens the knot in her stomach.

“y-you– fuck– left me all alone… l-last– god, nngh– night,” she struggles to say, especially when your thigh flexes. her hips jerk once before she grabs your hair roughly, then she throws her head back slightly, still making eye contact with you.

all your attention is on her, your eyes wide and pleading, like a puppy ready to answer and do anything she says. there's a mix of longing and desperation in your gaze, making you look arousingly pathetic and utterly irresistible simultaneously.

she tugs on your tie once more, earning a small whine, then orders: “you’re going to make me— u-ugh, cum, okay?”

you nod eagerly, already helping her please herself against you with both hands again.

quickly, you tap your thigh up and rut her against you once more, the sensation and timing earns something near a yelp from her. mina pauses in her place and you feel her lower body vibrate against you as her high washes over, she practically melts, and her body goes a little limp as she tries to catch her breath.

you hold her tightly, supporting her body as it recovers from the overwhelming feeling.

there’s a large, darkened spot on the cloth covering your whole thigh now, her arousal leaking over.

she kisses you again, basically taking the breath away from you. she traps your bottom lip between her two teeth, tugging gently to tease you – your grip on her tightens.

“y/n,” she says, climbing off your thigh and settling beside you.

you respond immediately, “yes?”

her hands toy with your tie again before she pulls dangerously. you whimper, biting the inside of your bottom lip. her manicured nails trace along your skin all the way up to the bandaid on your temple; you sigh out pathetically.

“where were you last night?” mina questions, letting her nail trace down your skin languidly. “no text, call, or girlfriend in my bed after two weeks of not seeing her.”

“i-i–” she tugs on your tie once more, tantalizingly, before rubbing two fingers on the cloth covering your cunt.s “mmf, i-i was caught in a pursuit and, we got into some um– some disagreements.” she presses on your cunt and your head shoots back – mina pulls again, making your head jerk forward to meet her dark gaze. “mina, please–”

“keep going, i didn’t tell you to stop, did i?”

you gulp. “n-no.”

she unzips your slacks now, skillfully unbuttoning it with one hand so she can play with your waistband. you fight the urge to look down, pleading with your eyes in an attempt for her to just fucking touch you.

pulling on the cloth again, she orders, “keep going.”

then she slides her fingers in, teasing your skin by rubbing circles above where you need it most. “j-jihyo um, she was beat up really–” mina presses against your clit, brushing her fingers over it softly and pushing your buttons. “fuck, really badly, a-and i– mmf–”

“you what, love?”

“p-please, please i need you, please just–”

“are you done with the story? i still don’t know why i woke up alone, and to find you dead asleep on the couch.” her tone is viscious, which makes you gulp again.

“s-sorry,” you apologize, looking down at her hand in your panties. “i waited until everyone was, patched up and–” you throw your head back at the feeling of her fingers sliding up and down your slit. she tugs – you whimper, “s-sorry. and i saw your text and had to go home and– god, i had to rush home and by the time i–”

you feel her enter you just barely, pressing just the tip of her finger inside you, making you squirm and moan breathily. your head shoots down, your eyes shutting in response to the overwhelming stimulus. mina's touch is grueling as her fingers trail up to your chin, caressing it with a sensual tenderness. she tilts your head back up, and when your eyes meet hers.

“c’mon, use your words.”

“s-sorry, again.” you pant. “i got home and, t-these past weeks i couldn’t sleep without y-you and–” she pushes half of her middle finger in; you bite back a groan in order to finish your explanation. “i-i guess it caught up to me, and then i passed out here.” you sigh out quickly, looking at her deperately.

“you haven’t been taking care of yourself?” mina asks, looking at you pitifully. her hand cups your cheek now, “love…”

“i just, missed you.”

mina frowns, rubbing her thumb on your cheek. “let me take care of you baby.”

“please,” you beg, “just, god, just touch me already.”

mina kisses your lips again, and as she does so, you groan into her lips as she pushes two fingers into your soaking cunt.

they enter seamlessly, earning a desperate mix of a cry and a whimper out of those puffy lips of yours. she brings her fingers out, and with the same thrill – pushes them back in, almost double the force. your hand grips your own thigh, overwhelmed by the way she flattens her palm against your clit, tormenting your pussy.

mina’s lips start to roam your neck, leaving marks that’ll stay for days, marks that’ll have you reprimanded but you don’t fucking care. she’s been gone for two weeks, way too long and fucking yourself to pictures of her on your phone could never compare to what you’re feeling right now.

she can feel your tightening around her fingers, you were always so easy to rile up, so sensitive and vocal about everything that made you feel good. so when she curls her fingers and feels your hand snake to her hair, practically pulling it off her scalp, she knows you’re close already.

and then you’re lazily grinding your hips against her, slacks now caught at your ankles as your panties start to soak up the arousal leaking from your entrance. your legs close, but mina opens them, getting rougher with her fingers and hitting your clit with her palm.

“m-mina,” you whine, “i’m close, god, so close,”

“yeah?” she says softly, in a way that sends a shiver throughout your whole body. “cum for me then, c’mon baby, you deserve it after all your hard work.”

you manage to look her in the eye, brows creased to oblivion and your jaw dropped before it picks itself up so you can mutter a shaky “m–hmm.”

her thumb moves swiftly to brush your clit, which is enough to send you over the edge, leaving you to shake against the couch and rock your hips up. she watches you cry out, the rise of your chest – then the fall, and feels her hand grow damp with your climax.

she continues to massage your clit, sliding her fingers up and down your entrance simultaneously to let you ride out your high, bringing you back down to earth, letting your vision go from hazy to normal again.

“m-mina, fuck, baby,” is all you can mutter before she pulls you forward with your tie, kissing your swollen, reddened lips. your words muffle against her and your hands grip her shoulder tightly before loosening the more you kiss.

you feel dizzy, dizzy in the best way possible with her lips on yours, tongues swirling and kisses growing sloppier.

and then mina pulls away one more time, twisting the fabric of your tie around her pointer as she gazes at you; dark red marks – almost purple, each the size of a quarter – are plastered on the skin of your neck, your eyes are closed as you breath heavily, and your hair is even more ruffled than before. you’re trembling, mina always liked how cute and overstimulated you are after you cum, so riled up and thrown off that it makes her want to kiss you till you’re struggling to bring air into your lungs.

she brings a hand to your hair, brushing the messy strands that hang over your pretty face in order to then cup your cheeks again. she smiles at you, grinning at the mess she’s made.

“awake now?”

“very.” you sigh out, bringing your hand over to her thigh to rub circles on it. “i’m really sorry for leaving you alone last night.”

mina shakes her head. “it’s fine, you had your job to do love.”

“i would’ve enjoyed doing you instead.” you joke, pouting at her cutely. “god, do you know how annoying it is to be horny when your girlfriend isn’t home?”

your girlfriend rests her head against the cushion, then turns to face you. “oh i know. i waited all night for you, you know?”

turning to her and giving her an apologetic frown, you apologize again, “sorry.”

mina rolls her eyes at you, giggling.

she holds your hand and uses the other to brush her fingers over the marks she’s made on your neck, making your breath hitch.

“make it up to me with a few more rounds?”

yeah, you’re tired as hell, even after eleven hours of sleep. you’ve just came and it took the life out of you – plus, you’re seriously just exhausted, but the way your cunt throbs at the suggestion urges you to lean over and kiss her again.

you pull away, lips brushing against hers before you answer against her, “ruin me.”

#twice x reader #kpop x reader #twice imagines #mina x reader #twice mina #myoui mina x reader #myoui mina #twice smut

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👀 how aboutttttt lee know x fan reader. They meet at a cat cafe and reader has a cat aswell 👀 can she be soft spoken and a bit on the reserved end like she keeps to herself? I dont care about anything after that its up to you Kween 😛 i just rambled so bad omg let me submit this before i write an essay (can you @ me aswell if you decide to do this? Not for credits annun but like because i wanna read it 😅 im leaving fr this time byee) 💓

omg girl wtf is your pfp

I'M WEAKKK ASL OMG😭

I'm in love with you for giving me the oppurtunity to write another Lee Know fan fic YASSSSS I LOVE WRITING THIS GRUMPY OLD MAN

@linospetsitter

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IdolMinho x Blackreader

Request are open! I reply quickly. Masterlist here

Synopsis~ You pretended you had no clue who he was when he walked in. But he saw the way your face dropped with awe. He was curious why you didn't ask for an autograph. He came back, everyday. He wanted to get to know you and your grumpy cat. He was there when you needed him most.

Warning~ Shy reader, slow burn, smut at the very end, oral, virgin reader, size training, harm to animals, serial killer, mentions of underage drinking.

Word count~ 10.84k

"Hi, can I take your order?"

The customer leaned into you as he asked, "What was that?"

You were used to this. You had a natural soft-spoken voice and usually didn't yell at people. Not unless you were angry.

You don't get mad often. You were always soft-spoken. Lol.

You said, "What can I get for you?"

The guy said, "Right, can I get the iced americano with caramel on the bottom?" You tapped into the POSi. You nodded, "Name?"

He asked, "Sorry?" You said, "What's your name, sir?"

He smiled, "Right. My name is Minho." You nodded slowly as you tapped into the screen. It's a popular name.

He turned around to sit with the cats, and you were running to your co-workers.

You quietly said, "That's frigging Lee Know from Stray Kids."

Your loud-ass co-worker said, "WHAT!? NO WAY?!"

You squinted as a way to tell him to 'shut her bitch ass up.' You glanced at Minho, who was now staring at you two.

You smiled at him shyly as you walked into the employee room. You wanted to avoid him at all costs. It's mortifying to ask for his autograph.

Minsan walked in behind you, "What are you doing? Go say something! You're a huge fan of them!"

You nodded, "Yes, but I don't want to be a disturbance."

You walked back out to start making Minho's drink. The cats weren't allowed in the back because it was unsanitary. When you walked out to give them drinks, it was a free game.

All the cats ran over to you, purring. Minho looked at his drink and said, "Thank you." You smiled, ready to walk away. Weirdly, Minho started a conversation. "The cats love you. You take care of them?"

You nodded, "I'm the one who brings them here. My grandma owns the shop, and I'm on cat adoption duty."

You pointed at the pretty gray cat, "His name is Simon. Be gentle with him. He's from an abusive home and doesn't like sudden movement."

You patted your leg, and Simon jumped into your arms. He purred as you rubbed your chin against his head.

Minho said, "Simon, huh? Which cat is your favorite." You answered, "Simon. He hates everyone."

You put Simon down, and he rubbed against Minho's leg. Minho stared at the cat as a slow smirk came to his face. "I guess Simon likes me." You nervously laughed, "He betrayed me for a man."

Minho laughed, his eyes tracing over your pretty face.

You had big round eyes. Your hair is tucked behind your ear in perfect braids. Your skin was brown, and you smelled like cocoa.

He could get used to that smell.

"Y/N." You jolted, "How'd you know my name?" He blinked, "Name tag." You looked down, more soft-spoken than usual, "Oh."

Minho asked, "You're Korean is adorable." You quirked an eyebrow, "How so?" Minho smiled, "You talk like a child. It's your second language?"

You nodded, "I moved here to my grams." He nodded, "I'll let you get back to work. A customer walked in."

You looked at the sudden line at the register. "Oh snap."

You walked to the register and started taking orders.

Your heart was racing. You just had a casual conversation with THE Minho of Stray Kids. How the heck could you ever recover from this! You walked to the back to complete another order.

That was the first day. You thought it'd be the last time you'd ever see him, but he came back.

Minho was back.

"Hi again. What can I get for you?"

You waited for him to answer. "Iced Americano with caramel on the bottom."

You nodded. You rang in the order as Minho asked, "No name?" You smiled, "I remembered."

He sat back with Simon as he typed on his phone. You were the only one on the shift since it was a Monday night.

You made the drink and sat it at Minho's table. "Where's that loud guy at?"

You smiled, "Minsan? He's not on today." He asked, "Is it just you?" You nodded, "I'm the best at the job."

You bit your lip as Minho sipped his coffee. "Do you have anything else to do?"

You said, "Clean the coffee machines, clean the bathroom, get all the cats groomed and ready for tomorrow, set a vet appointment for Toby because he's been walking weird, and restock for tomorrow."

Minho asked, "How long does that usually take?"

You said, "Erm, an hour and thirty minutes."

Minho smiled, "You're Korean... it's cute."

You smiled, "Thank you, I think."

Minho nodded. "Well, I'll let you get to work. Simon and I are gonna chill here." You squinted at Simon, "Betrayer."

Minho laughed as you walked off.

The smell of cocoa passed over his nose. He inhaled sharply and smiled.

She smells good.

The next day, Minho didn't show up. You knew he was an idol. Maybe he was busy. Some guy came in and ordered a drink. You were on your phone as you waited for the coffee to brew.

You heard Simon yell, and you jumped. "Oh no."

You walked to the café dining room to see Simon with a cut on his paw. You looked at the guy, "What happened?"

The guy looked at you. His face was unusually calm. "I injured him."

You paused, voice slightly induxed. "On purpose?" He said, "Of course not! He got cut from something because I scared him."

You ran to Simon, quickly inspecting him. He hissed. You pulled back slowly, eyes going soft. "Simon, I'm only here to help."

His back was arched high as he hissed. You said, "Sir, I'll give you the coffee, but you might have to leave after. You're scaring him."

He nodded. He got up and walked over to the counter as you followed behind him to give him his drink.

It's a good thing the shop was closing in twenty minutes. It gave you time to check on Simon.

Once the guy left, you were aiding Simon. "Aw, poor, baby. What happened?"

The door opened, and you looked up to see Minho walking through. Simon and you both stared at him. Simon meowed as Minho traced his paw. "What happened, little man?"

He grunted as he bent down. You said, "Some guy said he scared Simon, and Simon cut himself."

You looked around and said, "I'm gonna lock the doors."

You started locking the doors and went to the back to find the aid kits. You walked past the security camera to see Minho rocking Simon in his lap. He was talking to him. You didn't know what he was saying, but you could see his mouth moving.

An idea clicked in your head as you walked into the security room. You replayed the footage to see what happened to Simon.

The guy grabbed Simon authoritatively, and Simon scratched him. The guy pulled out a pocket knife and cut him. Your heart quickened as you stepped back.

"Oh my god."

You recorded the footage and sent it to your grandma. You ran back to the main lobby area to check on Simon. You squatted down, tears slowly streaming down your face.

Minho hadn't registered you were crying. He double-taked and said, "Y/N?"

You said, "He stabbed Simon." His eyes widened, "Who stabbed Simon?" You wept, "The guy."

Minho looked you over. You weren't panicked or angry. Only crying with a straight face.

He didn't know whether to comfort you or pretend he didn't see it.

He decided to focus on Simon. "I'll hold him down while you put the wound cleaner on him."

You nodded slowly as you wiped your tears. You opened the bottle and poured it on a napkin. You patted it against Simon's cut, and Simon hissed.

"I'm sorry, baby. It'll feel better."

Simon cried as you wrapped a bandage around his foot.

Minho let him go. Simon sped off to a cat corner. Minho said, "Why are you crying?"

You said, "Because I didn't protect Simon."

Minho stared at you. Your eyes were glistening with tears. You were visibly upset over this.

Minho reluctantly patted your back as he said, "I'll stay with you until you're done. I don't feel good about you leaving you alone when there's a cat slicer on the loose." He pats Simon, and he purred.

You wipe your tears as you say, "I'll be fine. I know how to protect myself." Minho looked you over and said, "Hey? I'm still staying."

You nodded and got up. "I'll bring Simon to the vet first thing tomorrow morning." You bit your lip as you looked at Simon lying next to Minho.

You began your closing duties, playing music. You purposely skipped over all the Skz songs. You didn't want Minho to be freaked out by you.

Minho was on his phone petting Simon. You swept the back. You made two teas and sat across from him. "I'm done. I made you some tea as a thanks."

Minho twirled the cup in his hand and sipped the tea. "It's good… what is it?" You said, "A chef never shares their recipes." Minho blinked at you. You confessed, "It's Lipton with milk." He laughed and took another sip.

"It's good." You nodded and looked at Simon. He was limping a little. You said, "I gotta bring Simon with me tonight." Minho said, "You bring the cats home?" You nodded, "Simon is my cat. I let him stay here for socializing, but he's my cat."

You kissed his head, and Simon purred. You smiled and squeezed him tight.

Minho asked, "You drive?" You shook your head, "I take a couple trains here. It's safe." Minho said, "I'll drive."You shook your head, "It's fine."

Minho furrowed his eyebrows, "You could be in danger." You said, "It's fine. I got it."

Minho looked you over. There was debating in his eyes. "I usually would let something like this go, but you have to come with me. It's seriously not safe. Someone's on the streets, and they have a knife."

You wanted to say no, but he was persistent. You nodded, "Fine. Let me clean up the tea, and we can go."

You grabbed the cups and put them in the dishwasher to clean. You grabbed your bag and walked with Minho from the store.

You followed closely behind, getting an eerie feeling.

Minho opened the door for you, and you got in. Minho got into the driver's seat. Simon was on your lap, peacefully purring. You said, "I can put my address in my phone."

He passed you the phone and told you the password nonchalantly. You put it in, and he drove off.

The drive was dead silent. Nothing was heard except for the zoom of passing cars.

Minho said, "When were you going to tell me you're a stay?"

You jolted. Simon jumped up at your sudden movement, and you patted him back down.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

Minho laughed, "I'm on the back of your phone case." You realize that his photo card was on the back of your phone case. Holy schnitzel, you got caught.

Minho only laughed, "It's fine, Y/N. You didn't ask me questions or overstep my boundaries. I appreciate that."

You looked at Simon falling asleep in your lap. You confessed, "I'm too shy to ask for an autograph or something."

Minho smiled, "Do you want one? I'll take a photo with you if you want."

You shook your head, "I'm fine. That's not something I need. What am I gonna do with that anyway? Post it?"

Minho glanced at you and went back to the road. His watch glistened in the moonlight. It looked expensive.

"I would expect you to, yeah?"

You shook your head, "I don't even have social media. It's meant for people who are obsessed with themselves." He glanced at you again and turned back around.

He didn't comment because he agreed. Social media is a self-obsession. If he didn't have fans who cared, he probably wouldn't have one.

You said, "Turn here." Minho switched lanes and waited at the light. "You walk this far this late at night?"

You shook your head, "I take the train." He furrowed his eyebrows, "Why didn't you today?" You confessed, "I spent it all on your lightstick. I'm going to your concert soon."

Minho laughed, "Really? Want better seats? I can get you VIP." You shook your head, "That's too much." Minho said, "I'll do it."

You sighed. Minho said, "You're really shy and soft spoken, you know?"

You laughed, "I know. I wasn't raised to have a big personality."

Minho asked, "How were you raised then?" You said, "To survive."

The next day, you brought Simon to the vet. You worked night shifts except on Wednesdays and Thursdays. You had time to get Simon a check-up after work. You didn't bring in Simon because he was having trouble walking.

"Hi, Chae. I'm here for Simon's appointment." She nodded and brought you two to a vet room. Chae asked, "What happened to our little baby?" You sighed, "Some guy came in and stabbed her."

Chae froze, "Dude, what?" You nodded, "It's crazy! I didn't even know what to do at that point."

You raised your hands from anger. Chae unwrapped the bandage. Usually, Simon would hiss, but he trusted Chae.

"C'mon, little bugger, lemme check this gnarly wound out."

She opened the bandage to see the developing scab. "You did well cleaning it. It wasn't deep either." You sighed, "I'm glad. He was limping all day today."

Chae laughed, "It shouldn't hurt that bad. He's just being dramatic."

You kissed Simon, and he purred. She rebandaged it up and gave you some meds. Chae said, "To help with bacteria."

You nodded.

Your phone dinged, and you checked it.

Unknown

You don't work today?

You furrowed your eyebrows and put your phone in your pocket. "I'll get going then. Thanks for the help."

Chae smiled, "Text me if you need anything."

You smiled and walked out.

When you first got Simon, he was a malnourished kitten. They weren't taking care of him at his litter, so you took him in.

Chae was the vet for him, and you'd get so worried when he'd get sick. Naturally, Chae fell for the kitten, too.

Then, he started getting depressed. That's why you brought him to the cat cafè. He needed it. It shocked you to see Simon get so close to Minho.

You walked home. Simon jumped on his cat tree as you lay on your couch. Simon meowed at you, and you said, "What baby? You in pain?"

Simon meowed again, and you walked over and picked him up. He jumped out of your arms and led you to his bowl.

"Whoops, sorry. Mommy forgot it was feeding time." You poured him his cat food and gave him some water. You sat back down on the couch and opened that message.

You

Who is this?

Unknown

It's Minho

Unknown

Look

Unknown

[Screenshot]

Unknown

Better seats front row🤭

You

You actually got me front row tickets????

You

Omg this is a friggin dream ☹️

Meowho

You don't curse either? You're like a kid

You

I'm offended

Meowho

Sorry

Meowho

Wait are you actually

You

No Minho. I was kidding😭

Meowho

Why don't you work today?

You

I do I work the morning on Wednesday and Thursday

Meowho

What's your schedule? I only like the way you make my coffee

You

Minho how did you get my number

Meowho

I asked Minsan cool guy

You

You mean Minsan the co worker you've never met therefore should not know the name of?😀

Meowho

You two dating or something?

You

What? No

Meowho

Just asking. I saw the way he stared at you on Sunday

You

Excuse me?? He has a girlfriend🤨

Meowho

That doesn't stop some men

Meowho

Anyways I'm at practice with my nasty watered down coffee

Meowho

See you tomorrow morning

You

Yeah ig????

Meowho

byeeeee

You knew Minho's personality from the SKZ codes and talkers. Dealing with it in real life was different.

This man truly does whatever he wants.

You unlocked the door. Minho was standing outside for twenty minutes, waiting.

You sighed, "Hi, Minho." He quirked his eyebrow, "You sound like you don't wanna see me?"

You yawned, "I'm tired. It's 9 AM, and I don't sleep until 3 AM. I have to be up by 7 AM to get my makeup and hair done."

Minho only laughed at you. "I see." He patted your fro of hair. You actually took your hair out, and now it was in an afro until you felt like putting your hair back in.

Minho sat down and said, "You know what I want."

You rolled your eyes, "Getting more cocky."

He looked at you and said, "I am a customer." You laughed while putting his cup under the coffee brewer. You always added spice. The coffee tastes better that way.

You didn't train Minsan or Chloe on how to do that. It was just a you thing.

You gave the drink to Minho and started wiping the windows. Minho said, "How's Simon?" You wiped the rag over the glass window. "He's better. He's still not good enough to come back yet. I'd thought I'd let him get into trouble at my place first."

Minho said, "My cats are like that too. Doongie is like that. She's a brat."

You smiled, "How many cats do you have?" He said, "Three. Soonie, Doongie, Dori." You smiled, "Really? All from the same liter?" He shook his head, "I adopted Soonie from a volunteer shelter, Doongie was from a friend, and Dori was from an abandoned cat website."

You nodded, "Same as me for Simon. The shop where they were keeping the cats was getting shut down. Simon was still a little kitten, and all the other cats were getting adopted because they knew them well. Simon was born there at the shop. So, I adopted him."

Minho sipped his drink, nodding. "The place got shut down after news broke out of malnourishment. Apparently, they couldn't afford to feed all the cats."

Minho sighed, "That's horrible. How long have you had Simon?"

You said, "He's only two now. I was still feeding him milk when I got him." He pouted, "Aw, he must've been the cutest."

You nodded, "He was so tiny because his Mom was malnourished, so he came out unhealthy. But I got him strong."

Minho anticipated. He waited for you to show him pictures, and you did. "Aw! Look at little Simon!"

You smiled, "Show me Soonie, Doongie, and Dori."

He paused for a moment. Then, he came to the realization. "Wait... you tricked me." You furrowed your brows, "How so?"

Minho laughed, "If you were a fan of me, you'd already know everything about my cats. Still, you let me talk about it."

You smiled, "I only know you as an Idol. I wanna know the real you, y'know." You said it absentmindedly, but Minho felt his heart race.

His eyes widened, and his ears went red. "Oh, someone's coming in."

He watched as you helped the other customer. The smell of cocoa followed behind you. He noticed how soft-spoken you were. You were gentle and kind.

He liked that you were reserved but strangely only opened up to him. He doesn't know why, but he was opening up to you too.

Minho had already left, and Minsan called out. Now you were taking his shift with Chloe. You girls usually are fine, especially during rush hour.

You quickly shook the whipped cream and topped the cup. You passed it to the front and said, "Order 149?"

You looked around as nobody answered. Chloe came upfront and yelled, "ORDER NUMBER 149?! YOUR ORDER IS READY."

The guy stood up and grabbed the drink. He made eye contact with you and smiled. But he looked familiar.

You pushed that feeling away and went back to making drinks. It was rush hour, and you had to pee so bad, but you had to keep making drinks.

When it ended, you sat down, rubbing your legs. "Jesus. It was crazy nonstop."

Chloe nodded, already lying on the floor as the cats crowded around her limp body.

"Alright, time to close."

You said, "Eh, you did an amazing job today. Can you clean the coffee machines? Then, you can go."

She excitedly asked, "Really? You don't want me to mop or anything?"

You shook your head, "Minsan opens tomorrow. I plan on leaving him with a lot to do."

Chloe said, "This is why you're the best manager ever."

You laughed, and she skipped to the back.

You got up and started locking the doors.

Chloe threw the nozzles into the soda water. She had switched her shoes, put on her headphones, and took her apron off.

You routinely gave the cats something to eat before bed. It helps keep them chubby.

Chloe left. You restocked the floor, rolled silverware, and swept the floor.

You texted Minsan about his chores for the morning and were getting ready to leave.

Your hand settled on the doorknob as you reached for the lights.

Then, you saw him.

He didn't know, but you saw him.

Order 149.

You took a step back from the door and went into the camera room. You had this feeling.

When you rewind it to Tuesday, there it was. That guy who stabbed Simon is the same guy who ordered 149.

Your blood ran cold. You went back to the dining area. You felt safer knowing where the cat stabber was.

Can you call the cops? Will they do something? Your next bet was to call Lee Know.

Your phone dialed. You worriedly watched the outside door as it rang for the third time.

The phone picked up, "What's up?" You said quietly, "Are you busy?"

He said, "I'm at the gym. What do you need?"

You said, "Never mind.... it's fine."

You didn't want to bother Minho then. You heard Minho move around as he said, "What's wrong? You sound... scared."

You said, "Don't worry. It's fine."

Minho said, "You're still at the café? I thought you were only opening." Minho sounded concerned. His voice was softer than usual.

You said, "Minsan called off. I had to take his shift." Minho said, "You need a ride?" You shook your head, "No. It's fine. I just-"

He interrupted you, "I'm coming."

He hung up on you, so you couldn't tell him no.

You were scared. Yes, you could protect yourself, but if that man had a knife, you could get stabbed.

You waited patiently. Meanwhile, Minho was speeding through traffic like a crazy person.

He knocked on the door, jolting you out of your thoughts. "C'mon."

You walked out of the café, turning off the lights.

You climbed into Minho's car and closed the door. You frantically watched Minho get in. You didn't want him to get hurt.

But you made it safe and sound.

Back in the car, it was silent.

It was a comfortable silence, though. Minho interrupted it, "What happened?" You looked at him, suddenly meeker than usual.

"The guy, he was outside the cafè."

Minho's body tensed. "What? You didn't tell me?"

You said, "Well, I don't know. I didn't expect you to show up." Minho's voice was serious, "If you need me, I'm there. It's that simple."

Your heart raced.

What? If I need him, he's...?

You looked at Minho. Suddenly, feeling your heart flutter. The few days you've known Minho, he's only made your heart flutter once.

When you first met.

That was before the illusion of him being an Idol wore off.

Now, Minho was an old grumpy man to you. Someone who was exciting and took you out of your comfort zone.

Your heart isn't lying. You're falling for this version of Minho. The kind and reliable.

The next day, you were closing shift. Minho didn't leave you alone for a second. He came in as soon as the sun started setting.

He sat with you the entire time and waited until it was time to close.

"I'll help you clean the windows."

You smiled, "No need. You don't get paid to do that."

Minho sighed, "Yeah, but you bought tickets, and that's paying for my bills."

You tilted your head, "I hope you don't see me as a Stay. I hope you see me as a friend."

Minho's ears burned red as he looked at you, "I see you as a brat." You laughed as you swept the floors.

Minho's eyes lingered on you. You were so small compared to him. Personality wise, and size.

Your aura was so relaxing. It was nothing like being around Han. Han was relaxing, but he didn't make his heart flutter like this.

You said, "Minho? You're staring." Minho asked bluntly, "Why don't you call me Lee Know?"

You stuttered, "D-do you want me to?" He shook his head, "Why does it feel like we've been friends forever?" You shrugged, "I don't know what you mean, Minho."

You bumped your hip into him so he'd move out of your way.

That was the closest he's ever been to you. His face was burning red now. He cutely covered his face, and you asked, "What's your problem?"

You said it half heartedly. Minho shook his head, "I have to go pee, I'll be back."

He left, and with that, you finished sweeping.

You looked at the half-cleaned windows. Minho really did try to help you.

You smiled as you cleaned the rest. You were wiping the front door, and you heard a slam from the side window. You jumped, yelping.

Hands caught you from behind, and you threw a punch. Minho dodged it. "Woah! What happened?"

You looked out the window to see nobody there.

Your heart was racing as you hugged Minho in a panic. "I thought he was here!"

Minho was now blushing harder than before.

He comforted you after he cooled down. "We should call the police."

You said, "What could they possibly do? He won't go to jail for stabbing a cat. At least not for a long time."

Minho said, "We can try."

You said, "I'll file the police report tomorrow morning."

Minho nodded. You reached for his hand as he began to walk away.

You've watched how Minho reacts to physical affection. He's not keen. But, his grip tightened when your hands clasped together.

"Let's go."

He tugged you out of the café and put you in the car first. You watched him get in the car. He started driving to your apartment. This time, he walked you all the way to your door.

You were feeling uneasy, and he could tell.

You opened the door, and Simon jumped for the couch. He purred at Minho. You smiled, "Hi, baby. Missed me?" Simon rubbed his tail and body against your leg as he meowed at Minho.

Minho picked him up and said, "How's your paw, Simon?"

Simon, being the smarty that he is, put his injured paw in Minho's hand. Minho kissed his head, "You're a little genius."

He meowed at Minho, and you laughed. "He's found his Dad." You both froze.

Minho thought, Why the hell would I say that?

Minho smiled, "As long as he doesn't have any other dads."

Your heart melted at Minho's words. Minho let the cat down, and Simon went back to the couch. Minho said, "Simon, your daddy's gotta go."

You laughed, "Don't call yourself Daddy."

He patted your hair and said, "I'll see you tomorrow. Check on you."

You nodded.

Minho left, and you got ready for the night. You grabbed your laptop, and Simon cuddled into the crook of your neck. His tail got in the way of your K-drama.

You were dozing off until you heard your front door jingle. You thought it was a dream, but Simon shot up.

He looked at you, "Meow!"

He got off the bed and walked toward the door. "Meow! MEOW!"

Simon has never talked like that before. He's usually quiet, but now he was meowing like crazy.

You checked your doorbell camera to see someone covered it up. Who? The guy from the café. Order 149.

You shook and called the police. "There's a man outside my door! Can you please come help!"

You were shaking as you heard running footsteps.

You wept, "Please! I'm scared."

The operator told you to stay on the phone. You waited until the cops showed up.

"You got a description of the man?"

You showed him the footage from the café and your ring doorbell. "It's the same guy. He's been stalking me, I think."

The cop thought carefully about what he should say next.

"I'll be honest with you, alright. There's a serial killer on the loose. We think you're his next target. Tonight, we'll keep two cops at the front of your door. I recommend finding another place to stay. Do you have a boyfriend you can contact or something? I see you have a cat. There's not a lot of places that are pet friendly."

You can't go with your grandma. She lives too far, and you still have to go to work. You're too embarrassed to ask Chae or Chloe... You don't wanna disturb Minho anymore than you have to.

"I- I'll figure it out tomorrow."

He pats your shoulder, "Get some rest."

The next day, that's what you did.

You clocked into work and didn't tell Minho what was going on. As much as you consider him a friend, asking to stay at his place is a boundary you don't wanna step over.

Minho wiped the windows and chilled in the dining area. "You've been kinda silent today. Everything alright?"

You jumped, looking at Minho. "Y-yeah."

Minho quirked his eyebrow, "You sure? I watched you drop four cups today."

You said shyly, "You saw that? Geez." Minho walked closer. "What's been running through your mind?"

Frick.

"Well, the 149 guys came to my house. Now the police are telling me I need to stay somewhere else. I don't have anyone else! And I can't go to a hotel because most aren't pet friendly and close."

You wept, "What do I do? Should I go three hours away to my grandma's until they find this serial killer."

Minho's eyes widened, "I'm sorry. Serial killer?! This guy is a serial killer?"

You nodded slowly. "I'm spooked."

Minho shook his head, "Come to my place. I'll sleep on the couch, you can take the bed. Han won't mind that much."

You said, "I'm- No. I'm not doing that. I'll go into my savings and get a hotel." Minho reasoned, "God knows how many nights you'll be spending on that."

You sighed, "Jesus." Minho grabbed both of your hands, "We'll go to your apartment, grab Simon and your stuff, and I'll bring you to my place."

Your head was facing the floor, "I really don't like this idea."

Minho said, "Well, there's nothing else you can do."

You shuddered.

You and Minho grabbed Simon, some clothes, and toiletries and left for his place.

When you arrived, Han was sitting on the couch, confused.

"Hi? Who are you?"

Minho was quick, "My friend. I met her at the cat cafè." Han's eyes shifted. They went from friendly to mischievous. "Oh, you mean the one you won't stop visiting?"

Han saw the cat in your arms and melted, "Whose this cutie!" Simon hissed, and Han stepped back.

"The cat is angry." You couldn't believe you were standing in front of Han inside his house.

"I'm sorry, he doesn't like sudden movement."

Han nodded. You put Simon down, and he limped over to Han. Han stuck his hand out for Simon to sniff.

Simon turned the other way. You laughed, "I don't think she likes you very much."

Minho smiled, "Nobody likes Han."

Han said, "Hey!" You giggled, and Minho's eyes lingered. Han caught that. He saw the strange affection in your eyes.

"Well, I'm heading to bed. Hopefully, the cat doesn't kill me in my sleep."

He walked off to his room as you tried to settle in. This place looks so expensive.

Minho said, "There's a bathroom in my room."

You nodded. You followed Minho to his room. Simon was already sprawled out on the bed.

Minho laughed, "He found my room from the scent."

You laughed at Simon's shenanigans. You got ready for bed and got under his covers.

That was the safest you've ever felt in your life.

When you woke up, Simon wasn't there. You looked around, "Simon?"

You rubbed your eyes. You brushed your teeth and walked into the living room. Minho was in a black hoodie, and Simon was in his lap.

You rolled your eyes, feelings betrayed. Han walked out of his room and said, "You hungry?" You turned around, shy. "Kinda."

Simon jumped from the couch and followed Han around.

You asked, "How'd you manage to get Simon to like you?" Han said, "He invited himself into my room and slept with me until I woke up."

You said, "Did you play with him?" Han said, "He's a playful sucker. He kept smacking my phone out of my hand."

You laughed, "He does that to me too."

Han grabbed all the boxes of cereal from the pantry. "Choose what you want." You grabbed the frosted flakes, and Han made you a bowl.

Han asked, "How'd you meet Minho?" You looked at Minho's practical dead body. "He's a heavy sleeper?"

Han nodded, "When he's stressed, he talks in his sleep, too. He's a twitcher, though."

You smiled, "Well, I'm gonna be honest with you since this is also your home, and I don't want to freak you out. I think the only reason why Minho stuck around was to mess with me because he realized I was a Stay."

Han's eyes widened, "I should go put on some makeup!" You shook your head, laughing. "It's fine, really. I was going to pretend I didn't know who he was until he kept coming back."

Han looked at Minho. "He probably got curious about you."

You smiled, "Yeah. Minho's a cat man." Han laughed as he ate his bowl of cereal. "What happened to your cat? He's limping, and he has on a bandage."

You said, "Some guy stabbed him at the cafè. Apparently, he's some serial killer, and he's targetting me next."

Han looked scared for you. "What? Minho's letting you stay here because it's safe, right?"

You nodded, "The killer came to my house last night." Han shivered, "Wow, that's terrifying."

You nodded. Your head faced the cereal as you felt your face heat up. You had to say it. You were bursting, too.

"Han?" He looked at you, "Yeah?" You said, "I also wanna admit this so you don't get freaked out, but you're my bias."

Han blushed, "Me?! Really?!" You nodded, "I really like you as a person. I like how much you try to better yourself." Han's smile spread slowly, "W-wow. Thanks." You finished your bowl of cereal and washed it in the sink. "I won't talk to you anymore if that freaks you out. I honestly don't even wanna be here. Minho is keeping me hostage.

Simon jumped back on the couch with Minho. You smiled, "Simon, too. He really likes Minho. Simon doesn't trust people."

Han said, "Don't worry about it. Shit happens, man. I'm glad Minho is here for you." You smiled, "Me too."

Simon smacked Minho in the face, and Minho turned his head. "Agh, Simon."

You laughed, going over to pick up Simon. "Simon, don't hit your Dad. He's trying to get some sleep."

Han furrowed his eyebrows, "You two together?" You turned to Han, "What? No. It's an inside joke." Han laughed at how flustered you got from that.

Your big and cute eyes got wider.

"If you say so."

Han ended up leaving to produce stuff. It was only you and Minho left in the house. You had to get ready for work, and Minho was getting ready for practice.

You two left together. Minho dropped you off at your job, and you worked the closing shift.

You were locking up your doors when you saw something move past the door. Your hands started shaking as you called Minho.

"Yah? Y/N?"

You huffed, "Can you come to the cafè. I think the serial killer is here." Minho wasted no time, "Yah! Practice ending early. I need to help Y/N!"

You heard him shove his phone in his pocket and Hyunjin's voice, "Whose Y/N?!"

Han teased, "His new cafè friend."

Minho huffed, "I don't have time for this, seriously. I gotta go."

You hung up the call and waited for him to show up. You heard a bang on the window, making you jump.

The guy was standing there with a knife in his hand. Both hands pressed against the glass as he tapped playfully.

"You can't hide."

You backed away from the window. You grabbed your phone, ready to call the police, but the guy smashed the glass.

You screamed as he ran for you. You ran out of the building, getting chased by him. Now, you were running through the street, yelling for help.

It was late. Nobody was on the streets.

The attacker grabbed your wrist, yanking you back. Your breath was hard, and your heart was racing.

"Gonna cut you like I cut your cat!"

You screamed. The knife went to your throat. You closed your eyes as tears streamed from your eyes.

You yanked his arm down, throwing him over your shoulder. You started kicking and punching him on the ground to keep him there.

Now, you were in a fit of anger. "HOW DARE YOU HURT MY CAT!"

You punched him square in the jaw. You screamed, "YOU DESERVE TO GO TO PRISON FOR LIFE! YOU FUCKING PSYCHO!"

You heard footsteps behind you and a familiar voice, "Y/N!"

Minho pulled you away from the attacker and asked, "Did you call the police?!"

You nodded, "I did."

Minho sighed. He looked so worried. He looked over you for cuts and bruises. Then, he did something even he didn't expect.

He leaned in and kissed you.

You stepped back from shock, but your lips still followed his. Your hand reluctantly cupped his cheek. You closed your eyes and hummed.

Minho pulled away, "I-i'm sorry."

You just stared.

You didn't really know what to say. You barely understood why Minho kissed you. Was it because of shock? You could only wonder.

Minho grabbed your hand and said, "C'mon. Let's get in the car."

He was dragging you to the car before you could even think twice. He closed the car door, and you sat there for at least two minutes. Then, you heard the sirens in the distance.

Minho said, "Thank god. They're here."

He got out of the car. You had to give the police officers statements. When you finished, you went home with Minho, spending your last night there.

But your story wasn't done.

You needed to understand why he kissed you. You needed to know why he would do that and pretend it never happened. You could just be delusional, but when he kissed you, you felt a spark.

You were closing the cafè. Simon was back to playing with the other cats. He was a lot more reluctant of people.

Minho was there every day now. He didn't want to take any chances.

Per usual, you had your speaker going as you closed the store. Mopping the back as you hummed along to Collision by Stray Kids. Now, you were shameless about how much you liked his music.

When the song ended, Youth came on.

You laughed and walked out the back, "Yah, turn this off."

You shook your head, "Make me!"

You started dancing to his song. Minho laughed at you as he watched with endearment. "You're so weird. How do you even know the dance? It just came out last week."

You smiled, "You'd be surprised."

Minho spun you before dancing together with you. You sang the song. To say Minho was impressed was an understatement. "You should be a trainee under my company."

You shook your head, "I'm 23 and too old." Minho smiled, "Whatever."

He sat down, and Simon climbed on his lap. You asked, "So, what are you gonna do when you go on tour? Am I never gonna see you again?"

Minho shook his head, "No, you will. FaceTime me every time you're closing." You said, "But the time zones will be different."

Minho said, "And that's okay. I don't care about that."

You bit your lip, voice going quiet. "Why did you kiss me last week?"

Minho went quiet. His body tensed as he looked at you. His eyes narrowed. You two stared into each other's eyes until Minho tilted his head.

A smile slowly spread over your lips. Something in Minho's eyes let you know everything was going to be okay.

"I like you. I like you a lot."

You asked, "Are you sure? I'm your fan... doesn't that make you feel weird? I don't think I could date you without having prior assumptions about you."

Minho sighed, "It's okay. Y/N, I think you're my soulmate. Ew... that was cheesy."

You laughed while hitting his shoulder, "It was!"

You smiled while you looked at him, "I think so too. I'm usually really shy and reserved, but I feel like I could do anything around you."

Minho was quiet. His eyes were full of affection.

"Can I kiss you again? For real this time?"

You nodded.

Minho's hand cupped your face gently as he leaned in. His breath was warm against your nose. His soft lips seeped into yours. He pulled away with a click.

You leaned back in, hungrier. Minho kissed you gently, savoring your taste.

You pulled away and asked, "What does this mean?"

Minho smiled. He looked at you with adoration. You forgot how cute he can be when he wasn't being a menace. "It means I want you to be my girlfriend."

You asked again, "Are you sure?"

He laughed, "Yes. I'm sure."

You two have been dating for two months now. You've met the boys, his parents, and his cats.

But, there was one step the two of you were yet to take. Sex.

You didn't know how to bring it up, and you didn't want to.

You knew you'd have to tell him. He wasn't going to make a move on you.

You sat on the couch next to Chan, grabbing one of his fries. "So I'm confused about what exactly I should do."

Chan was the big brother you never got to have. He was always in the middle of your two relationships, and it might sound unhealthy, but you were never argumentative.

Chan said, "So, you don't want to talk to him about it out of embarrassment, but you want to do it."

You covered your face, "Yes!"

Chan patted your back, "I think you should talk to him about it. If not, drop hints. BUT! Talk to him."

You only heard drop hints. "Okay, so I should leave my underwear on Minho's bed or something."

Chan gagged, "Girl, what! Oh my god. I don't want to hear details."

You frowned, "I don't have any other friends to talk to this about except Minho."

Jeongin walked out of his room, "Hyung, Changbin said he'd be over in a minute. He has to pick up the food first."

The boys were having their annual anniversary cookout. You didn't think you'd be invited, but Minho was insistent. The boys say he's less grumpy nowadays.

Minho walked in with his keys, "Alright. Jagiya, let's go now so we can help set up camp. We can't leave Han and Hyunjin to do it."

You laughed, "Okie dokie."

You got up from the couch and followed Minho out. You winked at Chan before exiting the door.

You two were walking outside to the park. You could already hear the loud laughing of Han from a mile away.

Minho said, "I know you don't eat fish, so we brought beef for you. The boys also brought you mangoes."

You smiled, "Really! All that for me!" Minho corrected, "And me."

You looked around at your surroundings, "Isn't it weird that it's warm in March. Doesn't feel right."

He nodded, "It gets warmer every year. The world's ending, y'know. Gotta live to the fullest while you still can."

He waved at Seungmin, who was sticking his middle finger up at him.

You smiled, and Seungmin bowed politely to you. The boys are nice to you, mostly because they heard you defended yourself against your attacker. Minho is protective of you behind the scenes as well.

You jumped onto the blanket and lay down. "Hyunjinnie? I thought you were supposed to put up the roof?"

Hyunjin said, "Eh? I tried, but I don't know how, so I gave up."

You knew why Han didn't do it.

Changbin and Jeongin were walking over, "I brought the snacks. Where's Felix and the Soju?"

You sat up, "Yeah.... where is Felix?"

On cue, he ran down the hill with the bottles. You cheered, "Aye!"

The boys looked at you like you were crazy. "Are you already drunk?"

You looked at Minho. "No, baby. Just excited to see Felix."

Felix got to the bottom of the hill and yelled, "Y/N! Hey!"

He walked over to give you a friendly hug. You walked past him as you helped Hyunjin put the roof on the tent.

All those times you went on camping dates with your boyfriend really helped.

Once you finished, you sat inside. Jeongin entered with you. "Chan started the grill. He asked if you wanted some grilled fruit." You gasped, "That sounds so good."

Minho was cooking the ramen and rice as Chan grilled.

You walked out of the tent to play badminton with Hyunjin and Han. Even though Han was failing miserably, he was trying.

You smacked the birdie to Hyunjin's side, and it landed on the ground. "YAY! We won!"

You high-fived Han with both hands. Hyunjin nagged, "You were cheating!"

You said, "The net is taller than me, and Han was on my team. How the heck could I cheat?"

Han said, "Hey!" You laughed. Felix yelled, "Food's ready!"

You put the ball and nets back and followed the boys to the bench and tent. Seungmin was singing on the karaoke machine as you sat on the bench. Chan passed down servings for the boys. Minho was busy making you a plate.

Felix was pouring shots, and Changbin was telling Hyunjin about this mysterious rash he had on his ass.

You interrupted, "Binnie, that's disgusting."

Hyunjin laughed as Changbin said, "You're judgmental! I'm trying to find out what it is." You said, "Ask a doctor?"

Felix passed out shots, and you downed it in a second. When you move your head back up, everyone is looking at you. Felix said, "Woah, Y/N is a drinker."

You said, "Oh, I used to drink underage... I was a bad teenager."

Minho hadn't said anything. He only sat next to you. You said, "Anyways, I heard that rashes can be caused by sitting on the toilet for too long."

Changbin nodded slowly, "It could be that." Felix asked, "Do you want another shot?" You nodded, "Hit me."

Seungmin finally sat at the table with everyone. You passed him the serving bowl. You reached for the pot, but Minho pulled your hand back, "It's hot."

You nodded and let him move it to Seungmin. You ate your food, and your face lit up. "It's that good?"

You nodded excitedly, "It's perfect!"

Minho smiled at you as you ate your food quietly. Chan said, "I can't believe we've been a team for over 8 years. You guys are really my family."

Changbin seriously said, "I agree, hyung. You've gotten better at leaning on us."

Seungmin nodded, "No more crying when the door is closed."

Han smiled, "And no more stress."

You smiled at Chan as you chewed. Jeongin said, "I'm glad you finally started taking care of yourself too. It's good to see."

Hyunjin said, "Yeah, we don't need your advice and love anymore, Chan. You do enough being there."

Minho said, "Y/N is the only one who asks you for advice." You hit him, "Not true."

Chan quirked an eyebrow, "Very true. Remember what we were talking about three hours ago?"

You went silent, and Han spoke up, "Don't bully Y/N!"

Minho laughed as he watched you. You actually got embarrassed. Minho furrowed his eyebrows and then looked at Chan, "What were you two talking about?"

You shook your head, "Nothing! Just stuff."

The table got silent. Changbin said, "That sounds hella suspicious." Chan rolled his eyes, "Eat!"

Felix poured another round of shots for everyone, "For the eight of us and eight long years."

The boys cheered, and you drank another round.

Yes, you drink alcohol like it's water, but you were lightweight.

You finished your meals and started singing karaoke. You can hold a note. The boys were just surprised to see you so extroverted.

You cheered, "PASS THE MIC! YOU STAY! YOU STILL! YOU STAY? YOU STAY?"

Changbin sang the next part with less enthusiasm. Chan was laughing the whole time as you started doing the dance.

You said, "Wait! Ya'll wanna see me do a back flip?!"

Oh, when you get drunk, you start babbling in English. Chan sharply yelled, "No! Y/N, sit down."

Minho sighed as you watched you lay out on the bench. Your legs were on Hyunjin's lap as you sang your heart out.

Minho came back with a water bottle, "This is not soju."

Minho grumbled, "You don't need soju. You need water."

You rolled your eyes as you yelled into the mic. Seungmin started to crack up. Jeongin said, "Time to bring her home."

Felix was concerned and also entertained. He's never heard you speak this much, this loud. You said, "I'm glad ya'll think this shit is funny. I'm so mad. I'm about to do a backflip."

Minho grabbed you, threw you over his shoulder, and called out sweetly, "Okay, we're going home."

You accepted defeat against your strong boyfriend.

The car ride was silent, but your apartment wasn't. "C'mon, stop splashing water in my face, and wash your armpits!"

Your boyfriend was beet red. He's never seen you naked, and you forced him to let you bathe. He was worried you'd drown if you were alone.

You said, "You should get in with me."

Minho said, "No, you should finish bathing so you can go to bed."

You sighed. Simon slid through the door and meows at Minho.

Minho said, "Hey, cutie. You're Mom is being a bad girl. Can you get her to comply?"

Simon hissed at you, and you jumped. "Simon!"

Minho splashed water on your face, and the sudden shock of it sobered you up.

"Jesus!"

You washed up, got in your clothes, and climbed into bed.

Minho cuddled next to you. He held you against his chest and sighed. "What were you talking about with Chan?"

Your body heated up, "N-nothing. It's really nothing. It's embarrassing."

Minho calmly said, "Don't you think it's weird that you can tell my friend, but you can't tell me?"

You heard the bubbling disappointment in his voice. You turned around to face him and said, "It was about us."

Minho furrowed his eyebrows, "What about us? Are you mad at me or something?"

You shook your head, "Not at all. I think we've been dating for a few months, and y'know..." You were beating around the bush, and Minho wasn't having it.

"What? I don't know."

You said, "Minho, why haven't we had sex yet?"

He said, "I didn't know if you were ready or not. Are you ready?"

You said, "I'm not some virgin who needs to be led into it." Minho cupped your face, "You are."

You rolled your eyes, "I'm only a virgin. I don't mind if you take it from me."

Minho shook his head, "Absolutely not. You're a romantic. You want it slow. I know you do. Don't sit here and act like you aren't."

You were silent. You looked into Minho's eyes as you carefully read him. He never told you how he truly felt, and he didn't give it away behind his eyes.

You liked it when he got vulnerable like this. When he was exhausted, his guard was down.

You asked, "What things do I do that make you hard?"

Minho was flushed. His breath hitched, his grip tensed, and his blinking was rapid.

"Y/N?" His voice cracked a little. He didn't actually want to tell you. You said, "No, tell me. I want to know."

He looked away from you for a moment. Then, he said, "I like when you get bossy. I... want to put you in your place. Or, when you touch me... when you grab the lids at the cafè, and you have to bend down, and I get a full view of your pretty ass."

You were shocked. Minho kept going, "Recently, the way you furrowed your eyebrows at Seungmin and told him to shut up. That was really hot."

His grip on your ass was tighter than usual. You said, "You serious?"

He cupped your face and brought you closer. "You kill me." He slowly flipped over you, his eyes darting around your face. "Yeah? I'm killing you?"

He smiled, "When did you get so playful? You used to be so quiet and shy." You smiled, "You're the only person who took the time to get to know me." Minho sighed as he gave you the first touch.

His hand was on the hem of your shirt. For some reason, his hand felt hotter than usual. He was calm as he lifted your shirt slowly.

His hand was tucked under the fabric as his breathing got heavier. You whispered, "I... that feels good."

Minho smiled as his hand kept going until he touched your boob. You bit your lip, "Nng~."

He looked into your eyes. You looked embarrassed. Minho's voice softened as he asked, "Are you okay?"

Minho waited for your answer, hand staying where it is. "I'm okay. I'm really nervous."

Minho leaned down and kissed you. It was soft and full of love. Your lips caught between his teeth. He slipped his tongue in, and you practically broke.

Now, you were in it. Your tongue swiped over Minho's as you took in his kisses. So sweet, heated, and gentle.

So intimate.

His hand was now grabbing your boob. He squeezed your mounds, and you moaned in his mouth. Minho hummed back before leaning in to kiss you again.

He was so responsive to you.

Your hand reached for his cheek, and you kissed him harder. Minho took his hand from your shirt. Now, his hand was traveling to your thigh. He squeezed.

You gasped when he started kissing your neck. His tongue licked and sucked until he found the place that made you break.

The moan caught you off guard. You've never moaned like that in general.

Minho kissed close to your collarbone. Your breath hitched, and your hands gripped harder in his soft hair.

Minho pulled away as he said, "Take off your shirt." You obliged. You threw your shirt off. Minho kissed down your chest and stopped at your breast. He slid his hand behind your back and unclipped your bra.

If only he could watch the way your breast popped out from the bra on repeat. He watched the bra slowly slide down. He looked at your brown nipples and back up at you.

"You okay? You're quiet." You nodded, "Nervous."

Minho smiled, "Don't be. Trust me, okay? I got you."

You nodded. Minho kissed your nose, and his head dove right down to your titties. He felt so good.

It started off as a small lick, but now he was sucking your breast. His tongue swirled around your nipple as his hand pinched and rolled the other. You bit your lip as you tried to hold back.

Minho sucked harder, trying to hear that voice.

He pulled away and looked at you. He was searching for something in your eyes. You asked, "What?"

Minho said, "I'm about to take your pants off."

You nodded slowly. You didn't know what to say.

Minho slid off your pants. Your underwear followed behind.

Your heart beat faster in terror. You wanted to push Minho away, but you were ready. You nervously asked, "What are you going to do?"

He said slowly, "Oral." Your eyes widened, "Wh-what if I don't taste good?" Minho said, "Not possible." You pouted as he ignored your concern.

Trivial to him but detrimental to you. "Minho, wait!"

He paused, "Baby, what's wrong?" You said, "I'm scared."

Minho sighed. He held your hand, and his tone got gentle. "I'm not going to hurt you." You said, "I know! I'm scared that I'll disappoint you. I don't know what I like."

Minho smiled, "That's okay. I'm here to learn with you. There's no judgment here." You took a deep breath, "Are you sure?"

Minho said, "Yes."

His eyes were so sincere. Minho kissed you softly. Your grip got tighter on his hand. You didn't want him to let go.

You pulled away and said, "Maybe if you show more skin, I won't be as embarrassed."

Minho took his shirt off without hesitation. You said, "But your-"

He looked at the scar on his stomach. "I trust you."

You don't know how, but that made you completely relaxed. You knew about Minho's insecurities about his scar BEFORE you met him.

Yet, he showed you. Your hand brushed over it, and you saw his body tense. You pouted, "You sure you trust me?" Minho nodded, "Takes some getting used to."

He looked at you, and then he asked, "Why don't you pay attention to my abs?" You laughed, "Baby if I cared about your abs, you would know by now."

He rolled his eyes before touching you again. One leg was on a foot while the other lay flat. His hand traced over your thigh as he pushed your knee to your chest. You said, "I'm ready."

He nodded. Minho's head was between your thighs. He kissed your clit. Your body flinched. He watched your holes close. He kissed your clit again. You weren't used to the feeling, so you weren't sure how to feel about it.

Minho rubbed his thumb over your clit. You finally moaned. Minho said, "That's my girl."

He sucked your clit. Your stomach dropped into butterflies. You pressed your body harder against the mattress.

Minho slipped one finger into your hole. It was slow, so it wouldn't be a problem. You bit your lip as you took in his finger.

You were already getting wet. Minho flicked over your clit, and you moaned again. Minho hummed against your pussy before curling his fingers inside of you.

You tried to squeeze your thighs together, but Minho had your knee against your chest. His muscles flexed as he pushed them farther apart.

You took a deep breath, but it came out shaky. Minho dragged his finger inside your core. You closed your eyes as your back arched.

Minho saw the way your body relaxed and took that as a sign to add another finger.

You whinced from pain, but pleasure came quickly. His fingers were slow and dug between your walls. It was so close to your hilt.

You bit your lip as you tried to slow down your moans. Minho only went harder. His mouth fucking your clit as his fingers dug into you at a slow pace.

You felt this feeling. Your stomach felt tight. Butterflies were uncomfortably filling your stomach.

Minho spit on your clit. He swiped his tongue over your entire pussy before swirling his tongue over your clit. He slurped before sucking on it again.

Noises were what got you off. You've always been a fan of the sounds of sex.

Minho plugged one last finger into your tight pussy. You whimpered. Minho slowed his pace back down so you could handle it.

His tongue focused on your clit. Your clit was more sensitive than anyone he's been with before. He liked that about you. How easily you fall apart.

Minho stretched his fingers in your hole, and you moaned. "Haa~"

Minho spit on his fingers, making it easier to slide in. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head.

Minho mumbled, "You like that?"

You nodded. Your hands gripped tighter onto Minho's hair as you gasped. His tongue swiped right over your clit. Now, the knot was tighter.

"I think I'm- baby, I-"

He shushed you as he sucked on your clit again. The sound rang through your eyes. The scene went black. You couldn't see as you orgasm. Your hips shaking and rolling into his mouth.

Minho kissed your clit and pulled away. Your finger went to your clit to rub over yourself. Minho smiled, "Keep touching yourself like that."

He pulled down his sweatpants. His dick was hard. The large mound in his pants was enough to know. He was thick, and it seemed long.

He pulled out his cock. It was veiny, pale, and pink. Your heart skipped a beat. You looked at Minho, and he said, "Like what you see?"

He was teasing you at this point. You shook your head, "Just put it in."

Minho raised his eyebrow, "I don't know if it'll fit."

He leaned down to kiss your soft lips. You giggled, wrapping your arms around his neck.

Minho hummed. He was rubbing his dick as he kissed you. You pulled away and whispered, "I'm ready."

You bit your lip when he pulled away. He angled his dick into your hole as he pushed into you. You took a deep breath and relaxed.

He sank deep into you. Soft groans left his mouth as he rubbed against every part of you.

You whined, the pain of the stretch being unbearable.

Minho kissed your cheek and said, "Tell me when."

You nodded, trying your hardest to take him. You took another breath and said, "Go for it."

His first thrust went through. Sharp, intentional, gentle.

You were shaking from the feeling of him pushing against all your buttons. Minho asked, "You feel good?" Your hand was squeezing his forearm. "I feel amazing." Minho laughed. He hadn't moved since the last thrust.

"Feels good? That's good to know."

He moved again, slower. You moaned, feeling the drag of his body against yours.

Minho said, "I love you."

You froze. You didn't know what to say to that. Minho sped up, his achy groans close and hot in your ear.

You cried, "Minho! I'm gonna cum!" Minho slammed into you again. His breath came out rushed. He was panting.

Your hands clawed into his back as you said, "I'm cumming! Baby!"

Minho hard thrust against you, your tits bouncing to his rhythm. You felt his cock hit against your hilt. Your body shook as the orgasm rushed over you.

"Mmm~" Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you relaxed under him. Minho went limp on top of you as you hugged him. Your legs went over his waist.

You panted, "Are we going to talk about that?" Minho said, "Talk about what?" Minho groaned as he rolled next to you, "You did amazing."

You said, "So amazing that you told me you love me?"

He tensed and then sighed. He was like a cat. You pulled his arm and said, "You said it." Minho turned around and hugged you, "It was a moment of weakness. You don't have to say it back."

You whispered, "But... I do love you." Minho quirked an eyebrow, "Yeah?"

He kissed your forehead and said, "Thank God." You laughed. Minho asked, "Did you feel good? Did I do everything right?"You said, "You did amazing. It felt good."

He smiled, looking at you. Both of you were on your backs now. "Can we go again?" You smiled, "I'm tired."

Minho laughed. He turned to his side and wrapped his legs and arms around you, "Fine."

A meow was heard behind the door. You said, "Come in." Simon scooted his head through the crack of the door and walked in. He purred and jumped on the bed. He curled up between you.

You said, "Simon is happy his parents are together."

You laughed, "Yeah. I'm happy I'm not alone anymore."

Minho kissed you, and you fell asleep.

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