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Soobin -

The car is parked. She’s sitting next to me, innocent, not knowing what she’s doing to me. I’m her boyfriend’s best friend, and that makes this shit so fucking forbidden, which only turns me on more.

My hand’s resting on my thigh, but in my head, she’s naked, no panties, legs spread wide for me. I imagine sliding my fingers through her wet, hot pussy, feeling her clench around my hand.

She has no idea I’m fucking her mentally right here, right now, can’t touch her because I know if I do, I’ll ruin everything. But that doesn’t stop me—it makes me want it harder.

I want to shove my cock in her mouth, make her swallow every inch while she looks at me scared and wanting it. I want to squeeze her tits hard, pinch her nipples until she screams.

But in reality, I can only brush her hand. And that drives me crazy.

I think about fucking her in this car, in public, with anyone able to walk by and catch us at any second. That makes me harder than anything.

I imagine spitting on her pussy before sliding two fingers in fast, wetting her, making her moan. I think about the size difference between us, how I make her tremble without even touching her.

It’s a dirty game only I can win. The boyfriend’s best friend with hands still, but a mind gone wild.

My cock is hard, and I just want her to kneel on the seat and suck me dry. But I know I can’t.

So I clench my fists again, bite my lip, imagine every filthy detail.

This is what I want. This is what I can’t have. And that’s the only reason I can’t stop craving her.

Yeonjun-

The heat rises just thinking about her, my neighbor. Every time I see her cross the hallway, that short skirt and innocent look, I can’t help but imagine everything.

In my head, she’s lying on my bedroom floor, naked, legs spread wide just for me. I’m deep inside her, slow at first, feeling her squeeze every inch of me.

I can’t touch her in reality, can’t cross that line because we’re neighbors, and I know any wrong move would ruin everything.

But in my mind, I’m filling her up to the brim, my cock buried deep inside her hot, tight pussy.

I feel her trembling as I thrust, her moans filling the room, but no one hears because it’s just a dirty dream.

I think about filling her pussy until she can’t take any more, about the creampie that floods her, spilling out as she shudders.

Then she moves on top of me, and I feel her soaking wetter, a squirt drenching me and driving me insane.

I imagine her flushed face, heavy breathing, body tense and shaking with every thrust.

It’s all forbidden—she’s my neighbor, and I’d never dare tell her out loud.

But in my head, I’m the only one who can give her that wild, deep pleasure, no holding back, no fear.

And even though I know it won’t happen, I can’t stop fantasizing about every drop she spills, every muffled moan she saves just for me.

This desire is mine, a dark secret that only comes out when I’m alone, thinking about her.

Beomgyu-

Beomgyu felt unable to concentrate on the lesson, as her gaze constantly drifted to her classmate. His presence was intoxicating, causing his senses to vibrate with every subtle movement. He inhaled deeply, trying to capture its seductive scent, a sweet perfume that seemed to permeate the air around him.

As the teacher continued to speak, Beomgyu's mind wandered to the forbidden fantasies that consumed him. He imagined her skirt slowly riding up, revealing her creamy thighs and the soft, supple skin she longed to touch. His imagination painted a vivid scene: he could almost feel the silky texture of his bare skin under his fingertips as he slowly and deliberately slid them between his legs. With each caress, she imagined her breath ragged, her thin hands clinging to the desk as her body quivered with pleasure.

He imagined her face, blushing and her eyes glazed with desire, oblivious to the intimate caress that was developing in her mind. But reality brought him back suddenly when he opened his eyes and found her diligently taking notes, oblivious to the erotic dance of his thoughts.

Beomgyu felt a twinge of guilt, knowing that this was a private fantasy, just for her.

Kai -

Kai couldn’t stop thinking about her. His best friend. The one who sat next to him like nothing was wrong. Like he wasn’t picturing her with her legs wide open, begging for him to fuck her.

Every night, it’s the same fantasy. She’s naked. Warm skin on his sheets, nipples hard, thighs trembling. He’s between them—breathless, cock rock hard, grinding against her wet cunt until she cries out for more.

In his mind, she looks up at him with needy eyes, moaning his name, begging him not to stop. And he doesn’t. He fucks her rough, dirty, holding her hips and slamming into her deep, making her take every inch. She’s soaked, tight, perfect—clenching around him as he loses control. He cums hard, whispering her name, wishing it was real. Wishing she was actually under him, full of him.

But then he opens his eyes. And she’s still just his best friend. Still smiling, still clueless. And he’s left with a hard-on and a head full of filthy dreams he can’t stop having.

Taehyun -

She works at the café he goes to every week. Polite. Sweet. Smiling like she has no idea what kind of filthy shit he thinks about every time she brings him his drink.

Taehyun can’t stop staring at her chest. Tight shirt, soft curves, nipples barely hidden. He imagines grabbing her by the waist, pulling her into his lap, and burying his face between her tits while she gasps. Licking. Sucking. Biting. He wants to leave marks, to taste her skin, to hear her whimper when his tongue circles her nipples slow and wet.

In his mind, she straddles him on one of the café chairs after hours. Her apron undone, tits bouncing in his face as he sucks them like he’s starving. He palms her ass, hard, grinding her against his bulge while her moans echo through the empty place. She tastes like sugar and sin. And he doesn’t stop until she’s dripping for him, begging him to fuck her right there on the counter.

But it’s just a fantasy. One he plays on repeat. Every time she smiles, every time she bends forward just a little too far. She has no idea how badly he wants to ruin her.

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A Room Once Warm: Ch 1 - Echoes of Morning

Genre: Angst, Emotional Rating: SFW Characters: Jung Wooyoung, Named Reader/You Chapter 1: Echoes of Morning Master List Next Chapter Synopsis: When the demands of fame clash with the quiet ache of love, a devoted girlfriend and her idol boyfriend find their once-steady relationship unraveling. After a painful breakup driven by sacrifice, both try to move on—but neither can escape the weight of what they lost. As time passes, memories linger, emotions simmer beneath the surface, and distance only deepens what was left unsaid.

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You woke up to the morning sunlight hitting your face, grumbling as you stirred beneath the covers. Squinting your eyes shut, you mumbled into the pillow.

“Why do you always leave the blinds open? At this point, you’re doing it just to annoy me… you know how much I love sleeping in.”

Your voice came out groggy, laced with half-hearted annoyance. You turned to your side, instinctively reaching out to playfully smack him on the arm only for your hand to land on the cold, empty mattress.

Fingers curled into the sheets. You blinked your eyes open, staring at the empty space beside you. 

A quiet sigh slipped from your lips. You were alone.

You lay there for a few seconds longer, motionless, letting the silence settle before finally reaching for your phone on the bedside table.

8:45 A.M.

You exhaled sharply through your nose, sitting up and stretching your limbs until your tank top lifted slightly off your waist. The room smelled faintly of his cologne, the scent clinging to the sheets like it didn’t know how to leave either.

“Guess I should just go back home then,” you muttered to yourself, voice low. “No point in staying…”

You slipped into the sweatpants and hoodie that were folded neatly on the desk, which were all over the floor the night before. You grab your phone and wallet before heading out of the apartment. The hallway felt colder today. You pulled the hoodie tighter around yourself, tucking your hands into the sleeves as you made your way to the street.

A grocery store was on your way home, so you decided to stop by just to grab a few things for dinner, maybe distract yourself for a bit. The faint buzz of fluorescent lights and quiet instrumental music greeted you as the sliding doors opened. You wandered the aisles slowly, trying to focus on the list in your head.

You were in the produce section when your eyes caught sight of a couple nearby, probably in their mid-twenties, laughing together as they debated over which pasta to buy. The guy poked her side, she swatted him with a bundle of green onions. They were so wrapped up in each other it was like no one else in the world existed.

You turned away quickly, biting the inside of your cheek.

Another aisle. Sauces and marinades. You paused to scan the labels, fingers trailing along the shelves when you heard a woman’s voice a few feet down. She was on speakerphone, her voice light and full of affection.

“Babe, do you want curry or that chicken I made last week? I’m grabbing groceries now. You’ll be home around six, right?”

The man’s voice came through, faint but warm: “Surprise me, sweetheart. Just not the curry again, you know it wrecks my stomach.”

They both laughed. Soft pet names and casual love filled the air like it was nothing. You stood there for a moment, frozen with a jar of sesame oil in your hand.

A small, quiet huff escaped your lips as you set it down. Suddenly, you felt lonelier than you’d like to admit.

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Once you got home and put the groceries away, you plopped down on the couch and pulled out your phone, messaging a few of your friends to see who was free. It was a beautiful day. Warm, sunny, the kind that almost guilted you into going outside. You didn’t want to waste your Saturday cooped up.

But one by one, the replies came in.

Busy. Plans with friends. Family gatherings. Date nights.

You leaned back into the cushions, scrolling through the messages as your thumb paused at the last few.

Everyone seemed to have someone. Someone who wasn’t too busy. Someone who could make time.

You swallowed hard.

Time.

The one thing you always seemed to be running out of with your own boyfriend.

You loved him. Of course you did. And you had never gone into this relationship blind. You knew exactly what you were signing up for. Hidden dates, quiet goodbyes, rare weekends, and waiting. Always waiting. You understood the kind of life he lived. The spotlight, the pressure, the schedule. You accepted it.

At least, you thought you had.

You’d always tried to be patient, and for a while, it was enough.

But lately? It wasn’t.

He was getting busier. The calls came less often. The visits even less. You found yourself falling asleep to unread messages and waking up to missed ones. And worst of all, there was nothing you could do when you missed him. No way to reach out and close the distance.

You stared at your screen for a moment before finally giving in and typing a message.

You: babe, when are you free again?

You knew better than to expect a quick reply, so you pushed yourself off the couch and padded to the kitchen. A light lunch might help, and you knew exactly what to make. Japanese-style omurice, your comfort meal.

By the time you were settled in front of the TV with a warm plate in your lap and a random K-drama playing in the background, your phone buzzed.

You picked it up, heartbeat stalling for just a second when you saw his name light up your screen.

Wooyo🐈‍⬛️🖤: Did my princess miss me already? My little cutie pie

Wooyo🐈‍⬛️🖤: I miss you too, so so much

Wooyo🐈‍⬛️🖤: I wanna cuddle you and kiss you all over your face and grab that cute booty of yours

You let out a small giggle despite yourself, rolling your eyes even though he couldn’t see it.

You: Who said I missed you? stop putting words in my mouth

You: also why do I get the feeling that you miss me? 🤔🤔🤔 just a feeling though, I can’t really tell

Wooyo🐈‍⬛️🖤: huh… weird, I wonder why? 😅

Wooyo🐈‍⬛️🖤: but to answer your question, I'll be free tomorrow until 6pm. Why? Did you want me to come sweep you off your feet? Show you the world type shit?

You smiled to yourself, lips curling up before letting out a soft sigh.

“Why are you always so cute… that’s so unfair.” You mumbled to yourself.

You: Okay Aladdin whatever you say

You: Can we meet at the cat café we usually go to? I want to talk about something important. It's been on my mind for a while.

There was a pause before his next reply came in.

Wooyo🐈‍⬛️🖤: are you finally proposing 👀?? Damn babe…

Wooyo🐈‍⬛️🖤: oh wait, it was supposed to be a surprise wasn’t it?

Wooyo🐈‍⬛️🖤: no problem I’ll just act surprised, should I make a scene when you do it?

You: you’re such a dumbass, no I’m not proposing. Did you forget I’m broke? With what money am I gonna get a ring? 🤔

Wooyo🐈‍⬛️🖤: don’t worry, I’d still say yes even if you proposed with a funion 🥰

You: this is where you're supposed to accidentally slip a couple thousand into my bank account or under my pillow

Wooyo🐈‍⬛️🖤: I knew it. You're only with me for the money 🥲💔

Wooyo🐈‍⬛️🖤: Just so you know I’m sobbing and shaking right now. Snot all over the place. Wanna see?

You rolled your eyes again.

You: I’ll pass, thanks for the offer.

You: Anyway, let’s meet around 1?

You: Also tell Jongho and San I said hi and I miss them especially Jongho!

You: Tell him he has a cheek squish appointment coming up soon. He’s overdue. Make sure he arrives on time.

Your phone buzzed again, this time a new notification.

Jonggie🧸: listen here you savage, we made no such appointment

Jonggie🧸: my cheeks literally shake in fear whenever they hear your name

Jonggie🧸: you have traumatized them. Don’t talk to me or my cheeks again! 🤬

You smirked.

You: well that was quick…

You: you can’t keep me away from them long Jongho!

You: you can run, but you can’t hide 😏

Jonggie🧸: We’re getting a restraining order 😤

Jonggie🧸: also Wooyoung-hyung said it’s a date

Jonggie🧸: also also please reconsider the proposal. You deserve better than this chaos of a man.

You: Okay, and yeah? 🤔… maybe you’re right. I’ll hold off on the proposal.

You set your phone down and brought your knees to your chest, wrapping your arms around your legs. Your smile faded slowly, the weight of everything settling back in.

You stared blankly at the muted TV screen.

“This is going to be so hard to do,” you whispered to no one. “But I have to do this…”

You closed your eyes and started to remember how you first met Wooyoung and how everything started.

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You had just returned from a trip to Japan with your friends. You and your group had thoroughly planned the trip for the holidays, and it took a lot of convincing to get your parents to agree. They only allowed it because one of your friends’ parents had agreed to come along and chaperone.

As you and your friends were exiting the gate and making your way toward baggage claim, the little teddy plush keychain on your bag fell to the ground. By the time you picked it up and looked ahead, your friends were already way ahead of you. They were fast walkers.

You picked up your pace, trying to catch up but of course, being as clumsy and distracted as you always were, you didn’t notice that your shoelace had come undone.

And, of course, you tripped over it. You stumbled forward, face planting straight into someone’s back. Both of your phones went flying to the ground.

You pulled back, instantly mortified, and began apologizing profusely.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to run into you like that, I just tripp—”

“It’s okay,” the guy said quickly, already crouching down to grab the phones. He glanced at you, then back at the devices in his hands.

You didn’t notice it at first, but the two of you had the exact same phone, same color, no case. You’d been meaning to get one but just kept putting it off.

He looked at you again and handed you your phone. “Are you okay?” he asked.

You glanced down at your shoes. “Yeah… my lace came undone and I tripped over it.”

He let out a quiet chuckle and crouched down again, this time to tie your shoe for you. Your face heated up.

A cute guy tying your shoe? Yeah, you were definitely blushing.

“You must be pretty clumsy. You should be more careful,” he said with a teasing smile as he stood and gave your shoulder a gentle pat.

“Yeah… sorry again. I gotta go, I need to catch up with my friends,” you said, bowing quickly before running off.

It wasn’t until you got home that you realized your phone wasn’t actually yours. You couldn’t unlock it, and it had a different background. You groaned loudly, dragging a hand down your face.

“Shit… we switched. Great.” You hadn’t even gotten his name so you couldn't even look him up.

Just then, the screen lit up and started buzzing, making you jump. It was a call from your own number. You picked up immediately.

“Uh, hi…” you answered awkwardly.

“Hey, I think I accidentally took your phone at the airport. Can we meet up tomorrow to switch?”

“Yes, please,” you said in relief. “How about 7:30 in the morning?”

You both agreed, deciding to meet at the convenience store near your school.

The next morning, you found him sitting outside at one of the small tables, eating a triangle kimbap. As you approached, he looked up and gave you a wide smile.

“Hey! Come sit down, I got you some coffee,” he said, gesturing toward the seat across from him.

You sat down, surprised. “Thank you. You didn’t have to.”

You reached into your bag and pulled out his phone, setting it down. “It’s kinda funny that our phones got switched. I’ve been meaning to get a case, but I keep forgetting.”

You slid it across the table, and he took it, pulling your phone from his pocket and handing it over.

“I’ve never really cared about having a case, to tell you the truth,” he said, checking his screen before slipping it away.

You looked over your phone too, somehow not a single scratch was on it.

You wanted to stay and talk longer, maybe get to know him better. He was attractive, and there was something about him that intrigued you. But you had school, and you didn’t want to be late.

You stood up and bowed slightly. “Sorry again for the inconvenience, and thanks for the coffee, but I’ve gotta go.”

He pouted. “Aww, I was hoping we could hang out a little longer.”

“I’m sorry,” you said, checking the time. “Maybe next time?”

You smiled at him and bowed once more before walking off toward the school gates.

Halfway there, you realized you never got his name or his number.

“Idiot,” you mumbled to yourself.

Later, once you were settled at your desk, your phone buzzed with a message from an unknown number.

Unknown: Wow. Clumsy and forgetful, huh?

Unknown: Or maybe you just really didn’t want to talk to me.

Unknown: You didn’t even ask for my name. I’m heartbroken.

You: Who is this???

Unknown: Oh okay. Clumsy, forgetful and rude. Got it.

Unknown: I’m Wooyoung the guy you ran into at the airport? And then met up with you know like… fifteen minutes ago?

You: OH my god. I’m so sorry. My brain is absolutely not functioning this morning.

You: Wait, how’d you get my number?

You: Wait, don’t answer that. I just realized you called me yesterday LOL

You: I’m Nari by the way.

Wooyoung: Cute.

From that point on, the two of you started talking constantly. Texting, calling, hanging out whenever you had time. You found out Wooyoung was a trainee training to become an idol. He’d talk to you about it a lot, his dreams, his frustrations. Sometimes he just needed to vent, and you listened.

He talked a lot, but you didn’t mind. In fact, you liked it.

Once you graduated from high school, you had more free time. Occasionally, Wooyoung and his team would sneak you into the company building so you could hang out or watch them practice.

Your friendship stayed strong, even after he debuted with ATEEZ. You supported him every chance you got, attending shows, cheering him on. And all the while, you were finishing college, majoring in graphic design.

Four years later, the day you graduated, Wooyoung wanted to throw you a little after-party with his members. You agreed.

The night was loud and fun. Karaoke, games, drinks, and a lot of laughter. At some point, Wooyoung stepped outside to get some air, and you followed him.

The two of you sat quietly on the bench outside their building, letting the cool night air settle around you. It nipped lightly at your skin, the kind of chill that reminded you summer was nearly over. You hugged your arms loosely around yourself.

Wooyoung soon turned to you, breaking the silence.

“Remember that day we met? At the airport?”

You let out a soft giggle at the memory of it. “Yeah, I used to be so clumsy back then.”

“Used to?” He raised a brow.

“Hey! I’ve definitely improved a lot since then. I’m much more self-aware now,” you said with a playful nudge to his side.

He laughed, that familiar grin tugging at his lips. “Whatever helps you sleep at night.”

You rolled your eyes at him, though your smile lingered.

“Why are you bringing it up anyway?” you asked, curiosity tugging at your voice.

“Actually, I’ve been keeping a secret from you.” He hesitated, and that slight shift in his tone, low and almost cautious, made your heart tap just a bit harder.

“...Okay… and the secret is…?” You leaned in slightly, waiting, though a flicker of nerves danced up your spine. He always liked to be dramatic, but something about his expression now felt… real.

“Our accidental phone swap was actually not accidental at all,” he said, gaze now locked on yours. “I did it on purpose. I saw the lock screens, I knew which one was mine. But I thought you were really cute, and I didn’t know if I’d ever see you again, so I gave you the wrong phone.”

Your breath caught.

It took a second to register his words, and then your stomach flipped. Heat bloomed across your cheeks as it clicked in your head, and suddenly you were hyper-aware of the way his hands were resting against his thighs, fidgeting slightly.

“Was that too creepy of me to do?” he asked quickly, trying to play it off. “I mean, if you think about it, it worked! And we’re best friends now…”

He gave a small, nervous chuckle, but the way he looked at you, uncertain, a little vulnerable. made your chest ache.

You were quiet for a second before bursting out into laughter. It spilled out uncontrollably, light and full.

“Seriously? You must have terrible taste if you thought high school me was cute. I was such a mess back then.”

Wooyoung dramatically gasped, one hand flying to his chest as if mortally wounded. “First of all, I do not have bad taste. Second of all, don’t you ever insult the woman of my dreams like that again,” he huffed, crossing his arms.

You froze.

Your laughter died immediately, and suddenly your heart was pounding. Loud. Heavy. Uneven.

“…What?”

“Shit…” Wooyoung cursed under his breath, his hand dragging through his hair in frustration. “That was not how I planned to do that at all…”

“Fuck it, I'll just cut to the chase.”

His hands reached for yours before you could pull away. They were warm. Solid. Familiar. Your stomach turned in knots.

“Honestly… I like you—no. I’m in love with you,” he said, voice raw and steady.

You felt the air shift around you, like the world had gone quiet.

“I’ve had feelings for you since the day we met. I tried to make a few moves on you, but they kinda slipped right past you, and I figured you weren’t into me like that. So I gave up, because I enjoyed how our friendship was growing. I didn’t want to ruin anything between us.”

He squeezed your hands, his thumbs brushing across your skin in soft, slow circles. You could feel how slightly his grip trembled.

“I tried dating other girls to move on, but in the end, I’d only think about you.”

Your throat tightened.

“Remember that one terrible breakup I had? Where she blew up on me?” He glanced away for a second before looking back at you. “That’s because I fucked up. Like, pretty bad. I accidentally called her by your name.”

You sucked in a breath.

The words hit you like a jolt to the chest.

“I know it’s bad,” he continued. “But I just can’t get you off my mind. I’m always thinking about you. My day is always a million times better when you’re there. I love you, and I can’t imagine being without you.”

You could feel your pulse hammering against your ribs. You couldn’t tell if it was fear or something much deeper, something that felt like it had always been there, just buried beneath years of pretending not to look at him that way.

He squeezed your hands again, and you could see it in his eyes now. How serious he was. How hopeful. How scared.

“Will you be my girlfriend?”

You could swear your heart just exploded.

You didn’t know what to say. Your thoughts were spinning, tumbling over themselves in a tangled mess of excitement and panic.

“Wooyoung, I—what about your career?” you blurted out, voice thin. “What if we get caught and it destroys everything you’ve worked hard for? You’ve been so successful and—”

Wooyoung gently pressed his hand over your mouth, silencing you.

“Stop,” he said, voice low and certain. “Stop worrying about all that. You think I haven’t thought about it? I’ve thought about this for a while… like, years. I’ve held back for so long, but I know what I want. I know how to handle myself.”

His hand fell back to your lap as he looked into your eyes again, grounding you with just a glance.

“I just need you to stop thinking about the what-ifs for once and think about your answer. You don’t have to say anything right now. I can wait.”

You stared into his eyes, your thoughts quieting into a single, aching clarity.

There was a long moment of silence between you.

You knew the risks. You knew exactly how messy things could get. You weren’t naïve. But at the same time… how much different would it be from what the two of you already had? You’d already been by his side for years. Already held his secrets. Already supported him from the shadows.

You’d loved him in silence.

And now here he was, asking you to choose him.

And god… you wanted to.

You wanted him just as much as he wanted you.

Without hesitation you leaned up towards him, your lips softly pressing against his. Then you pulled away after a short moment. 

“That's my answer, take it or leave it.”

Wooyoung grinned, pulling you back in for another kiss.

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The relationship went really well. Better than either of you expected. You ended up going on dates more often than you'd thought possible, spending more time together than you dared to hope for. It felt easy, natural. Right.

Your feelings never faded, in fact, they only grew stronger with time. Every shared look, every quiet night in, every sleepy “I love you” murmured under your breaths, it all built something deep and lasting between you.

But a couple years into dating, ATEEZ’s popularity skyrocketed. Their schedules became relentless. The time you used to spend together slowly shrank.

Still, you got lucky sometimes. You were occasionally invited to travel with them for concerts, thanks to a few kind hearted managers who had grown fond of you. (Totally not because you won them over with home-cooked meals. Definitely not.)

But it was getting harder. And you didn’t want to admit it.

You pushed the feeling aside every time it surfaced. Every ache. Every quiet moment alone in bed when you wished he was next to you. You reminded yourself that you knew what you were signing up for. You knew this was part of loving someone like him. Someone who gave his all for his career.

But this last year? It was the hardest yet.

Coachella. International events. A comeback. A world tour. Paris Fashion Week. And then working on another comeback. Another tour.

His schedule never seemed to breathe.

And even when he was free, when the two of you did get moments together, it was usually just a few hours at your place or his. Time spent curled up on the couch, soft words exchanged in the quiet.

But Wooyoung would always fall asleep in your arms.

You never blamed him for that. Of course he was exhausted.

But something about it twisted in your chest.

You started to wonder…is this what he really wants? Or is he forcing himself to show up for me when what he really needs is rest?

You’d run your fingers through his hair as he slept, heart heavy. Were you being selfish for wanting more time with him when he barely has time for himself?

You didn’t even know if he was eating properly. He always brushed it off. “I’m fine, don’t worry,” he’d say.

But you did.

Because while he was chasing his dreams you were afraid you had become the thing he had to squeeze into the margins.

You didn’t want that. You didn’t want to be something he had to make time for, something he felt obligated to maintain. You wanted him to rest. To breathe. To be healthy.

And with you around, you felt like he had one more thing to worry about.

Like maybe you were what was holding him back.

You spent weeks, months, really thinking about it. Going back and forth in your head. Arguing with yourself. Replaying every moment. It was one of the hardest mental battles you'd ever fought.

But eventually… painfully… you came to a decision.

You had to end it.

And that’s what brought you here, sitting at a small table at the cat café, a place that used to be your go-to for peaceful, quiet afternoons together. Now, it felt too still. Too quiet.

A tabby was curled up on your lap, sleeping peacefully. You absentmindedly pet its back with one hand, the other toying with the straw in your drink.

Wooyoung sat across from you.

You couldn’t look at him for too long. Not without your throat tightening.

You were anxious. Struggling to find the words. Or maybe… maybe you were just scared of what they would do to him. Scared of seeing the hurt in his eyes.

Then came his voice, quiet, tentative.

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weekould be fourteen — M.L

I. back to fourteen

notas — lembra da série que eu falei?? Então, é essa!! Vou separar esse plot em 4 partes, essa é a primeira parte. Geralmente as minhas séries flopam KKKKKK Mas se flopar, tudo bem!! Porque essa tá bem fofinha!! ⭐

obs.: o nome é um trocadilho com “week” que significa semana em inglês (porque eles vão se apaixonar em 1 semana) e “could” que significa poder em inglês, do tipo “eu posso fazer alguma coisa”, então o nome significa algo como: “a gente pode voltar a ter 14 anos em uma semana”, algo nessa vibe.

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— Deixa que eu te ajudo com isso — Jaemin te recebeu na porta da sua casa com um sorriso suave, deixou um beijo delicado na sua testa e pegou suas coisas. Não eram muitas, considerando que metade das suas roupas tinha ficado ali quando você se mudou para a cidade grande, anos atrás, para a faculdade. Parecia inacreditável dizer em voz alta, mas Jaemin tinha sido seu namorado esse tempo todo, desde os 17.

Você sempre foi ambiciosa — queria tudo que pudesse ter, e o que não pudesse também. Isso, claro, quando falava de bens materiais e conhecimento. Quanto às pessoas... você sempre pensava duas vezes antes de dar um passo. E foi assim com Jaemin. Demorou para aceitar o pedido de namoro, mas quando aceitou, vocês se tornaram inseparáveis. No fim, ele virou seu maior confidente, a pessoa para quem você explicava conteúdo, que te dava carinho quando a saudade dos seus pais apertava no peito.

Você nem sabia ao certo em que momento tinham terminado. Em que instante o romance deixou de fazer sentido na dinâmica de vocês. Mas seguiram amigos. No começo foi doloroso — você precisou trabalhar duro na própria mente para deixá-lo de ser “o seu namorado” e apenas ser “Jaemin”. Mas depois passou. Você se adaptou. Ele também. E a vida seguiu.

— Cadê meus pais? — você perguntou. Tanto você quanto Jaemin — e praticamente todos os seus amigos da infância — cresceram naquela cidadezinha pacata, interiorana, com poucos habitantes e um comércio que todos conheciam pelo nome.

Você ainda lembrava do seu primeiro emprego na lanchonete onde iam quase todos os dias. Praticamente todo mundo do colégio já tinha passado por lá. Você se recordava como se fosse ontem dos dias em que era a única menina no turno da tarde — e precisava colocar ordem em Jaemin e Chenle, que viviam se provocando.

— Foram pro centrinho. Pelo que sei, tá rolando algum evento de verão — ele respondeu.

Os eventos de verão eram a alma daquela cidade. Aconteciam nas férias escolares, então vocês passavam o dia inteiro aproveitando. Correndo pelos chafarizes que os próprios moradores ajudaram a instalar, comendo pipoca, tomando limonada fresca.

— O quê? Vai começar hoje? — você perguntou, já o seguindo pelo corredor até o seu antigo quarto. Ele ainda era o reflexo da sua versão adolescente — e, apesar de você ter mudado um pouco, com mais confiança e experiências no mundo real, ainda havia ali a mesma essência sonhadora de antes.

Você se sentou na cama, observando o homem à sua frente.

— Sim. E, aparentemente, todo mundo vai aparecer — ele disse com aquele sorriso que você conhecia tão bem.

Quando Jaemin dizia "todo mundo", se referia aos seus amigos: muitos garotos, incluindo ele, Chenle, Jeno e... Mark.

E poucas garotas. Talvez fosse por isso que, na adolescência, com os hormônios à flor da pele, você teve que recusar um ou outro garoto. Havia um desequilíbrio numérico gritante entre os nascidos nos anos próximos ao seu.

Mark. O herdeiro da capela da cidade. Ninguém sabia, mas você se apaixonara por ele aos 14, quando ele, nervoso e com as mãos trêmulas, ministrou seu primeiro sermão. Depois veio a primeira namorada, e aos 20, a segunda — aquela garota perfeita de todos os jeitos, feita sob medida pra ele. E, pelo que imaginava, agora ela devia ser sua noiva. Tinha tudo pra ser.

— É sério que eu vou ter que separar você do Chenle de novo? — Jaemin fez uma careta, mostrando a língua, e você sorriu.

Seus ouvidos captaram os "méééh" agudos das ovelhas do seu pai. Sua casa era provavelmente a maior da cidade, sua família era das mais prestigiadas — seguida pela de Mark. Seu pai criava alguns animais por puro deleite, e isso tornava tudo ainda mais nostálgico.

— Nasceu um bezerrinho recentemente — Jaemin comentou, casual, e você correu até a janela do quarto.

Desde criança, sabia que dali dava para ver uma ou duas ovelhinhas no pasto. Você as contava quando não conseguia dormir. E, quando acabava a contagem, passava a contar estrelas. Mas, dessa vez, seus olhos encontraram algo mais.

Ou melhor, alguém.

— É o Mark? — você perguntou, o coração acelerando como há anos não fazia. Jaemin olhou na mesma direção e assentiu com a cabeça.

— Você nem sabe, né? Ele terminou com a namorada faz uns dois meses.

Você quase não o reconheceu — não com aquele cabelo comprido e platinado. Mas o sorriso era o mesmo. A alegria contagiante, também. E o sentimento... ah, o sentimento voltou como o verão volta à vila todo ano. Quente. Brilhante. Impossível de ignorar.

E então ele sentiu os olhares sobre si — mais intensos que o sol do meio-dia — e te olhou de volta.

Foi como se o menino de 14 anos te encarasse de novo.

E, por um segundo, você voltou a ser a menina de 14 que só queria ser notada.

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Feels Like I'll Die Without You 6 | Kwon Ji-yong (G-Dragon)

Summary: You finally admit your feelings to yourself and take matters into your own hands to get the future you want. Consequences be damned. Word Count: 2k Warnings: 18+ MDNI. Unprotected p in v, fluff Author’s Note: Y’all we’re finally here - a decision has been made. We’re nearing the end of these two crazy kids’ journey. I hope this part was worth all the pain. The rest of the series can be found here.

Leaving LA had left a sour taste in your mouth. You couldn’t go another month without talking to Jiyong. This wasn’t what you wanted anymore. You were always going to have feelings for him, you just needed to stop being so scared before you lost him forever. 

Arriving at your tour destination you’d called up your management team and explained what was going on. That you were pregnant and as much as you wanted to tour there was too much going on in your personal life to continue on with this tour and stay healthy. You’d gone to instagram as soon as you’d been given the ok to announce the cancellation of your tour due to personal reasons.

You might be ruining your career, but you needed to fix your personal life before you ruined everything. You knew Jiyong was heading back home before his next tour stop and you were planning on meeting him there. 

Consequences be damned. If you didn’t do this now, you might never. Limiting the comments on your tour announcement, you turned your phone off and settled in for the long flight to South Korea. 

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Jiyong frowned as his thumb hovered over your instagram post. He couldn’t help but feel like he was somewhat responsible for your tour announcement. That, or something had happened to the baby in the few hours you’d been apart. Closing the app, he swiped on your name and let out a frustrated groan as it went straight to voicemail. You were never fully offline. 

“You ok?” He turned to Sam, the girl he’d been seeing and nodded his head. 

“Yeah, just can’t get a hold of someone.” He shrugged, sliding his phone into his pocket. 

“I’m sure they’ll call you when they can.” She smiled, turning her attention back to the move the two of them had been watching. 

“Yeah.” He sighed, pulling his phone back out to read the post again. Looking for clues. Where the fuck were you? 

Have you heard from y/n?  He fired the text of before he could take it back, a reply from Youngbae came within seconds.

No? I thought you were over her.

She’s pregnant. 

He scratched his head, moving away from Sam. This wasn’t a conversation he was willing to have with her - maybe ever. She was a good distraction, but she wasn’t you. 

Fuck. Yours? 

Yes.

When did you…? You know what, it doesn’t matter. You got a mess on your hands, Ji. You better figure out what you want and let that poor girl go if it’s y/n. 

She doesn’t want me, it doesn’t matter what I want. 

When did you last see her?

When I was in LA. I told her about Sam. 

…and she canceled her world tour, something she’s been dreaming about for years. Yeah, my guy. She wants you. 

A knock at the door nearly made Jiyong drop his phone. Before he could even comprehend what was happening, Sam had moved to answer the door. Jiyong stopped in his tracks when he saw you. Your eyes wide as you took in the sight of Sam. 

“Oh, I’m sorry. I must have the wrong apartment.” You hadn’t spotted Jiyong standing in the hallway. 

“Holy shit. You’re…I didn’t know you and Jiyong were friends!” Sam squealed. “I’m a huge fan.” Jiyong moved slowly. Your eyes catching his. 

“We’re not. Just the wrong apartment, sorry.” You turned and left.

You knew he’d been seeing someone but he had said it wasn’t serious. So why was she answering the door to his apartment? Seemed more serious than he’d let out. 

“That was weird.” Sam frowned, shutting the door and turning to face Jiyong. 

“I have to go, don’t be here when I get back.” 

He didn’t bother to look back as he raced out of the apartment, calling your name as he slammed the front door behind him. He’d made his choice, it was always going to be you. But you were already gone, he hadn’t been quick enough. With a defeated sigh he headed back inside his now empty apartment. He tried your phone again but it was still going straight to voicemail. 

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A few hours later Jiyong heard the faint sound of knocking from his balcony. He’d been chain smoking since you left, a habit he was trying to quit now that he was going to be a dad. Putting out his cigarette he made his way to the front door. Eyes widening when he saw you. 

“Didn’t think you’d come back.” He stepped aside, letting you in. 

“Slight overreaction on my part.” You shrugged as you made your way inside. “Forgot my phone was off and saw you called. A lot.” 

“That wasn’t all at once.” His hands raising in the air in self defense. “When I saw you canceled your tour I was worried. When you didn’t answer, I worried more.” 

You moved to sit down, letting out a sigh. The events of the past few days catching up to you. Jiyong noticed your mood shift, he always did and rushed to your side.

“I’m ok.” You smiled up at him, not pushing him away for once. “I’m sorry I worried you. I just needed to see you.” 

Jiyong nodded, moving to sit down next to you. “Okay, but why?” 

“Because I lied.” You bit your lip. “I do know how I feel about you. I felt it when I saw you that night we ran into each other and I’ve not been able to get you out of my head. I’m so in love with you, Jiyong. I feel like maybe I have been my entire life. I was just scared to admit it. But I can’t do this. I can’t see you once a month and pretend like everything is fine. Or watch you fall in love with someone else. I’m so tired. Tired of being scared, tired of not being with you. Tired of fighting this. I’m sorry for everything I’ve -“

Jiyong’s lips cut you off before you could finish your sentence. The tension of the day fading away as he kissed you slowly. Your lips moved against his, your body moving to face him fully as he deepened the kiss. Your arms snaked around his neck as his wrapped around you, pulling you to him until you were straddling his lap. 

Jiyong poured all the love he felt for you into the kiss, taking his time with you. This was always how it was supposed to be, not some rushed act of desperation in a bathroom. He had twelve years of lost time to make up for, now that he had you he wasn’t letting you go. 

He moved, his hands holding onto your thighs as he stood up, bringing you with him. Your legs wrapped around him tightly as he carried you to the bedroom. He sat you down carefully on the bed, before kneeling down in front of you. He helped you out of your shoes, and then your pants before finally lifting your top off you slowly. 

He crawled onto the bed, hovering over you before his lips were back on yours. Your hands moved to undo his fly, pushing his pants down. You weren’t going to be the only one undressed. Your hands roamed his body, sliding under his shirt and pulling it up. He broke the kiss to discard it. His lips latching onto your neck, leaving a trail of open mouthed kisses down your body. 

He stopped at your stomach, the slightest bump showing and he grinned as he kissed you gently before moving back up, kissing all the way back to your lips as he positioned himself between your thighs. His eyes locked on yours as he sunk into you slowly. 

He took his time, letting your body adjust to him being inside of you and your back arched, your hands moving to his back, pushing him in further. Jiyong rolled his hips against yours, his dick twitching inside of you and you moaned, your back arching as he began moving slowly. 

Jiyong leaned in, kissing you slowly, his tongue slipping inside your mouth as you let out a moan. Your tongues danced together as your body matched his movements. Your legs moving up to wrap around him, helping guide his movements. 

“I love you.” He whispered against your lips before burning his head in your neck, his movements getting faster. 

Your hand moved to cradle the back of his head as yours fell back against the mattress, your hips rolling against his, causing him to groan against your neck. He bit down on your skin gently, making sure he didn’t leave a mark before he lifted his head back up. His eyes locking on yours as your moans got louder. He slipped his hand between the two of you, his thumb rubbing slow circles on your clit,  bringing you closer to the edge. 

“I’m so close.” You panted. 

“Come for me.” He encouraged his movements getting faster. 

You came undone, his name falling from your lips. With one finally thrust, he rolled his hips against yours, coming inside you. The only sound in the room was the soft sounds of your moans as he stayed inside of you, as you rode out your orgasms. Your hands holding onto him tightly before you fell back against the mattress. Your body relaxing against him. 

Jiyong pulled out of you slowly, kissed your lips softly and got out of the bed to retrieve two robes. Helping you into one before sliding into his. 

“So, we’re doing this then?” He glanced down at you a smirk on his lips. 

“Yeah, I don’t want to waste anymore time. I think we’ve done enough of that.”

He pulled you to him, his lips brushing the top of your head. There was still so much to figure out. Like where you’d live. You’d never taken that step the first time you’d been together but now there was a baby involved.

“Oh.” You sat up, looking around in the bed for your bag. “I have something for you.” 

You ran out of the room, Jiyong falling back against the headboard as he watched you. You came back a few minutes later, the ultrasound picture in hand.

“You should have a picture of her too.” You handed it to him. “And this.” You pulled out a flash drive giving it to him. 

He looked at it with a raised brow before turning his head back to you. 

“It’s a video. I thought you might want to use her heartbeat for something sometime.” You shrugged. 

Jiyong grinned, leaning into kiss you. Pulling away he set the photo on his nightstand, now he’d have both of his girls with him all the time. 

“It’s perfect. You're perfect. She’s perfect. Thank you.” 

“I think we should announce it, Ji.” You pulled your phone out. 

“What, us? Don’t take a picture of me, I’m indecent!” You snorted, rolling your eyes. 

“Bathrobe in Japan showed more skin than you are right now.” You beamed at him. “But no, look.” You pulled up the draft you had saved on your instagram. 

He took the phone from you, looking it over and nodded his approval. You tagged him in it and hit post. It took only seconds for the comments and likes to start coming in. Jiyong reached for his phone to accept the tag request so that the post would show on both of your pages, front and center. 

There would’ve been a time he’d want to keep something like this private, but he was tired of hiding. This was all he’d ever wanted, a life with you, a child, and he was finally getting it all. He stared at the coming soon post, a smile on his face as he pulled you back to him. You had plenty of time to figure out the rest of your lives, tonight was about reconnecting with you, the love of his life. 

If you’d told him the night he ran into you again this was how it was going to end, he wouldn’t have believed you.  He didn’t know how he’d managed to get so lucky, but he thanked whatever lucky stars were looking out for him. His lips brushed against yours again. He planned to show you how much he loved you all night long. 

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NCT 127's Dorm Maid Ch. 8 - Doyoung

Title: NCT 127’s Dorm Maid Genre: smut Chapter: 8 Characters: Doyoung x oc/reader Contains: Thigh Riding, Dry Humping, Grinding, Daddy kink Master List Previous Chapter - Next Chapter

I plopped down on the bed, not my bed but Doyoung’s bed. Doyoung and I occasionally liked to have cuddle sessions late at night. It all started when Doyoung texted me saying he couldn’t sleep so I offered to come up and help him sleep.

It was innocent really…well for the most part it was but we would sometimes tease each other as well. We would get off on grinding on each other or doing some heavy petting. 

Today I was the one craving some attention, wanting some warm cuddles. 

Doyoung was sitting up against the headboard reading a book that he had recently started reading. I snuggled up against him, wrapping my arms around his waist as he lifted his arm up wrapping it around my shoulders while still holding the book up with his other hand. I rested my head against his chest and tried reading with him a bit. 

I got bored though, it wasn’t my type of story and I had no idea what was going on in the book. 

“Doyoung~ put the book down already and cuddle me...” I whined.

“I am cuddling you.” He said matter-of-factly.

“This isn’t really cuddling in my opinion, especially when your attention is all on the book instead of on cuddling me…” I looked up at him with puppy dog eyes and small pout.

Doyoung chuckled a little and ignored me as he continued to read. 

I wrinkled up my nose and let out a loud huff to let him know of my irritation. He ignored it, flipping the page on the book. 

I pouted. I was never one to give in easily on getting the attention I wanted, so smirking to myself I teasingly traced a finger down his chest “Doyoung…I’m going to make you pay attention to me whether you like it or not.” My finger moved down is abdomen and past the waistband of his sweatpants. I traced a circle around his crotch hoping to get a reaction out of him. 

“That’s not going to work, Mina-” He was nonchalant about it. I ignored him and moved to straddle his thigh. As I moved positions his eyes stayed on his book, the hand that was on my shoulder now resting on top of my thigh. 

“Then I’ll just have to see what will work,” I smirked, leaning forward against his body, resting my head on his shoulder, my face buried against his neck, hands clenching onto his oversized white t-shirt as I began to ride his thigh. I felt his hand move away from me to turn another page before placing it back down over my lower back. 

I slowly moved my hips creating friction and pressure against my clothed pussy. Doyoung’s attention to his reading never wavering. I slipped a hand down over his crotch and began to stroke him. 

“You know I don’t mind if you get yourself off on me even if I don’t get anything in return right?” 

“I know that very well, Doyoung,” I answered quietly before pressing my lips against his neck. I began to pick up some speed on the movement of my hips. I breathed on to his neck, knowing full well it was one of his weaknesses “...but I wanna get Daddy off too,” I whispered softly into his ear. His thigh twitched beneath me, hand clutching onto the back of my shirt before he released his grip.

I smirked. I knew I had his attention now despite him trying to focus on reading. 

“What’s wrong Daddy? You don’t wanna play with me?” I bit down gently on his ear lobe and tugged on it before I released it to kiss his neck again. I began to grind harder his thigh and he would tense it up and push up every now and then as I rode his thigh. 

I let out small moans against the skin of his neck, my hand continued to stroke him through the fabric of his sweatpants. I could feel him growing against the palm of my hand. I dragged my tongue along his neck and began to gently suck on his sweet spot as I let out another moan. I could feel his chest start rising and falling as his breathing slowly grew heavier “Mm, Daddy's thigh feels so good, it’s making me so wet, come on daddy, put the book down and play with me,” I coo-ed. 

“You can keep trying, baby girl, but it won’t work.” 

I sat up and gave him a small pout and a whine “You can’t fool me, I know you wanna play with me.”  He ignored me again, flipping another page on his book. But I could already tell he was wavering, the look in his eyes said it all, once I called him daddy it was already all over for him. 

“Daddyyyy...” I whined again. I watched as the adam's apple in his throat bobbed up and down as he swallowed. I grabbed his book from him, folding the corn of the page he was on before setting it aside. I leaned forward and pressed my forehead against his, my hips still rocking against his thigh. I grabbed his wrists and guided his hands over my chest before I moved my hands over his to guide him to massaging my breasts through the fabric of my shirt. 

As my lips hovered over his I whispered “Do you feel it, Daddy? Do you feel how wet I am for you? Do you feel it soaking through my panties and my shorts, through your pants?” He let out a soft hum, squeezing my breasts and pushing his thigh up against me “You’re such a needy little attention whore, you know that?” I smiled, a small chuckle escaping my lips “I’m a needy little attention whore for you.” 

Our lips merged together in a soft and slow, yet passionate kiss. After squeezing my breasts one more time his hands moved to my thighs, lifting me up and setting me down so that I was now straddling his lap. 

I pushed myself down against his bulge, hips grinding once again, his hips moving in rhythm with mine. His hands roamed up my bare thighs, fingers grazing against my skin. His touch, sending shivers up my spine. Our lips soon parted, a sigh of pleasure escaping past my lips. 

My forehead rested against his once again as we stared into each other's eyes, eyes filled with lust and hunger for each other. We stared in silence with nothing but the sounds of our heavy breaths and the small quiet whimpers coming out from me as our hips continued to move in unison. 

I soon broke the silence “Just so you know, I won this time,” I teased, a coy smile forming on my face. He raised a brow “Excuse me? There was no game to be won in the first place-” I grinned “That’s what a loser would say.” Doyoung’s hips stopped.

He lifted me up from my waist and set me down onto my back onto the bed, hovering over me as he settled between my thighs. He pinned my arms above my head “You wanna say that again?”  I smirked, getting excited as he started taking control. I moved my hips against his but he moved his hips away and I let out a whine, giving him a pout. 

“Not until you repeat what you said.” 

“I said that daddy is a sore loser and can’t accept that I just won over him~” I stuck my tongue out at him and his eyes darkened. I wrapped a leg around his waist trying to pull him back in but he didn’t budge, he stared me down with his dark eyes, tongue swiping over his bottom lip. 

“You wanna try that again?” 

I bit down on my lip and whimpered, my hearty pounding against my chest. He was speaking with his firm and dominant voice now and it always managed put me in place. 

“I’m sorry, Daddy, I didn’t mean it,” I squirmed beneath him “please forgive me, Daddy, I won’t do it again, please I want to cum for you,” I begged. 

He cupped my face, swiping his thumb across my bottom lip “Are you going to be a good girl?” 

I nodded my head frantically “Yes, Daddy, I’ll be good,” 

“Good.”

Our hips soon connected once more as the grinding resumed, more intense this time. He still had one of my hands pinned down. He pushed his thumb past my lips “Suck it,” I immediately complied and started sucking on his thumb as he rolled his hips into mine. I glanced up at him, watching as he panted, as his eyes were glazed over with pure lust. His bangs were stuck to his forehead, wet from the sweat that was forming there. 

The movement of his hips were becoming faster and more intense, I squirmed beneath him from the overwhelming feeling of pleasure that shot up through my entire body. 

He pulled his thumb back before replacing it with his index and middle fingers, stuffing them down my mouth. I happily sucked on them and he let out a groan. 

“I’m gonna cum baby girl,” 

I moaned in response, pushing my hips up encouraging him to cum for me. He continued rocking his hips. As he reached his climax he moaned but he didn’t stop rocking his hips against mine. He wanted to make sure I came too before he stopped. 

He leaned down and kissed my ear, fingers still in my mouth as I swirled my tongue around them. He breathed heavily down my neck, sending shivers down my spine. My hips jerked up against his as my climax finally got closer, I squirmed beneath him, moaning against his fingers as I orgasmed. 

Once it was over my body relaxed and I closed my eyes as his fingers left my mouth. 

“You have no shame, coming in here and making me get my pants all dirty and covered with cum,” He scoffed playfully as he climbed off of me, walking to his drawers to find a new pair of pants and underwear. I let out a giggle as I sat up “I should be the one complaining since I’m the one who’s going to be doing your laundry, besides I know you enjoy it just as much as I do, you enjoy getting all dirty and nasty and turning me into a hot mess, don’t worry though next time I’ll try not to get your clothes dirty.” 

He rolled his eyes tossing a pair of sweatpants at me to change into as well. 

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