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writeonwhiskey · 14 days ago

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summer in seoul: ch 7 (18+)

a/n: lets throw caution to the wind, yeah? word count: 6,465 [ fic master list ]

You tell yourself you’re not jaded in the slightest when you check your phone for the fifth time since waking up and still haven’t received a text from Chris. It’s a blatant lie. You keep yourself busy—laying out clothes for the author meeting this afternoon and straightening up the hotel room a bit.

Later, you meet with the author as scheduled. You share a meal and discuss contract terms. She’s adamant about not having her story altered, save for necessary line edits. She wants to ensure she has a say in the final book cover, etc., etc. Her demands aren’t outrageous by any means. You think you can get this sorted out for her.

It’s not until you’re lying in bed after having dinner at a nearby restaurant, reading over a potential manuscript that you realize you still haven’t heard from Chris at all today.

You grab your phone and check his ‘last seen’ status on WhatsApp. He hasn’t even read the message you sent saying you made it back to your room and that was sent before he came up and fucked you.

You’re tempted to send him a message first but talk yourself out of it. He’s either extremely busy or really has no interest in hearing from you again.

You pretend the latter doesn’t sting.

It winds up being another full day before you hear from him, just when you had started to accept that it was going to be a one-time thing.

You’re exhausted, even though most of the day has been spent sitting in front of your computer. Jet lag is still kicking your ass. And you can’t sleep yet as you have two virtual meetings to attend starting at 10:00am EST, which means it will be 9:00pm KST.

When your phone vibrates and you see Hwarang on the lock screen, your pulse quickens.

Hwarang [6:30pm] Jack of all trades, master of none but often times better than master of one

The message instantly brings a smile to your face as he references your conversation from the other night. It’s one of those bare minimum things, but it makes you happy that he took the time to look up the quote.

You contemplate your reply. Should you ask about his lack of communication yesterday? In a serious situation the answer would be a definitive yes. But this isn’t serious. This is temporary.

You [6:33pm] Did a bit of reading, I see.

Hwarang [6:37pm] I’m a top student at google university

You [6:39pm] Oh? What are some google recommended places to check out near where I’m staying, then? I’ve got a free day tomorrow.

You’ve already looked up a few things on google yourself. However, it’s always better to get recommendations from locals, in your experience. You also figure it couldn’t hurt to slip in your availability.

Hwarang [6:45pm] Hmmm give me a minute Standby

You [6:46pm] Copy

You give him a minute, but eventually several pass without a response. Sometimes you’re too literal for your own good.

You order from a food delivery service and shower—still nothing. You eat and attend the Zoom meetings—nothing. It’s nearly 11:00pm by the time he texts again. And, oh, is it worth the wait.

Hwarang [10:48pm] Summer in Seoul—Itinerary Have an early breakfast in bed 10:00AM - Songwol-dong Fairytale Village 12:30PM - Gyeongbokgung Palace 1:00PM - Bukchon Hanok Village 1:30PM – Light lunch in the village 3:00PM - Myeongdong Shopping District 5:00PM - Jamwon Hangang Park (have some snacks, no full meals!) 7:00PM - Board sunset Han River cruise 9:00PM - Return to dock, head back to hotel

You are quite literally flabbergasted at his message. Your mouth hangs open while reading it—a fully planned itinerary? You felt pretty confident that your sexual encounter had been enjoyable…but was it enough to warrant all of this? Also, a small (maybe not too small) part of you was hoping that he would just offer to come over.

You [10:53pm] Wow. Thank you for putting that together. I may have some trouble finding each place, but I’ll give it my best shot.

Hwarang [10:55pm] I am nothing, if not prepared A car will pick you up at 8:00 tomorrow morning

If your mouth had been agape before, it is surely touching the floor now. You tilt your head to the side as you stare at the message. You’re excited at the idea of having a well-planned day exploring Seoul but also confused. It’s a deeply thoughtful and kind gesture but what reason does he have for doing it? You would have preferred to see him again.

You [10:14pm] I hope I didn’t come off as helpless. I’m sure I can find my way around, there’s no need for the car. The itinerary is enough, really.

Hwarang [10:17pm] No worries Enjoy the day I hope you land that deal you’re working on

You stare at your phone in unnecessary turmoil. You don’t know what to think of this entire situation. Is this how kind people are in South Korea? You wouldn’t know. Maybe it is customary to welcome strangers you’ve slept with and want them to have a good time in your country. But…no—this is above and beyond that, right?

Hwarang [10:23pm] Don’t overthink it Seriously, just enjoy yourself Get some rest and let me know how it goes

You [10:26pm] I’m a chronic over thinker. I’ll sleep on it. Thank you, Chris. Goodnight.

You want nothing more than to fall asleep when your head hits the pillow, however for the second time this week, you can’t seem to get thoughts of this man out of your mind.

The following morning, you drag yourself out of bed when your alarm goes off. You order room service, eat breakfast in your pajamas as instructed and then get dressed for the day—a pair of comfortable leggings and a cropped, t-shirt with a hood. When you make it down to the front of the hotel at 8:00am on the dot, a black sedan is waiting there. The driver stands near the rear passenger door.

“y/n?” he asks, to which you nod.

He opens the door, and you climb inside, thanking him. There are some alarm bells going off…what if you are wrong about this Chris character? What if the driver is picking you up to take you to some abandoned warehouse to be tortured or murdered?

Perhaps you shouldn’t have fallen asleep to true crime documentaries. Just to be safe, though, as the driver is walking around the car, you quickly make sure you’re able to open the back door.

“First stop—Songwol-dong Fairytale Village.” The driver says as he gets in the car and starts the engine.

You nod, thankful that he speaks English well—a fact you can only assume Chris made sure was in place.

The ride there is quite long, about an hour and a half. You pass the time looking out the window or scrolling through your phone. The driver offers some insight on notable buildings you pass, providing a comfortable atmosphere in the car. When you finally arrive, he advises that he will meet you in this same spot at 11:30am.

“Drop a pin to make your way back,” he says as you exit the vehicle.

“Good idea. Thank you.” You reply before shutting the door.

The first thing you notice is the brightly colored buildings—a stark contrast to everything you have seen thus far. After stopping at the ticket booth to get a pass, you head inside. It feels like stepping into another world, walking along the teal-colored cobblestone. Each building is painted and depicts some version of a fairytale.

You encounter Snow White, Belle and the Beast, Pinocchio, and many other characters—some you know, and others you’re not too familiar with. You can only assume they are from Korean fairytales. You take a few photos and send them to your mom and Chris.

You get caught up in the day but mostly stick to the schedule. The itinerary was built to go to the furthest stop first and every place after is back in the direction of the hotel.

The driver is always right where he says he will be, and you get from one place to the next seamlessly. He even helps you practice some conversational Korean as he drives. By the time you leave the shopping district, and you’ve swiped your card more times than you can remember, you start to feel burnt out. You can’t believe everything you’ve seen and done in one day. But your aching feet are a constant reminder of just how active you have been.

You must have dozed off at some point during the drive because you wake to the driver calling your name when you’ve arrived at Jamwon Park.

“Sorry,” you mutter as you sit up and stretch.

“I will pick you up at 9:00 at the dock to take you back, okay?”

“Ye. Should I take my bags?”

“Aniyo, just leave them,” he says.

You exit the car and look at the itinerary for exactly what you’re supposed to be doing here. No matter how tired you feel, you want to push through. Chris clearly went through so much to make this day happen, it’s the least you can do. You buy a water bottle and take a seat on the bench, content to just people watch for a while until the cruise departs.

When you finally board the boat around 6:45pm, they advise you a ticket has already been paid for. You’re escorted inside and taken to your section. You go up to the third floor, walk through the interior of the boat, and stop at a glass door. The employee slides it open, bows slightly and gestures for you to go inside.

It’s a private balcony. With a soft breeze and a table set for two. You stop in your tracks when you realize you’re not alone. One seat is already occupied by none other than Chris.

The balcony room is closed off on both sides so the only thing you can see is the river. And each other.

The employee takes their leave, and Chris removes his face mask, grinning at your surprised reaction. Those gorgeous dimples appear as the setting sun casts a warm glow on his face, and you resist the urge to melt. He gestures for you to take a seat.

“What are you doing here?” you ask, taking a seat, smiling—possibly red in the face as all the heat in your body seems to have rushed there.

Him being here caught you so off guard, but you can’t deny that you’re fucking ecstatic. The feeling of being tired has all but vanished from your body.

“I thought I’d surprise you,” he says. “How was everything?”

“Honestly?” You finally look away from him and out towards the river. The sun glistens on the water in a way that makes it sparkle. “It was amazing. Thank you for planning it.”

“Good,” he replies. “You hungry?”

You let out a soft sigh. While you’re content to let this be whatever this is, you have a lot of questions. Even if you’re just hanging out and having fun, even if what he’s done is by some chance a common courtesy in South Korea…you just want to make sure you are both on the same page.

“Is this normal?” you blurt out, ignoring his question as you turn back to face him.

He places both elbows on the table and leans forward with his head on his hands.

“A dinner cruise?” He arches an eyebrow, but a small smile rests on his lips. “Yeah, they’re pretty standard.”

“You know what I mean…planning out an itinerary for a random girl you hooked up with? Hiring a driver? Surprising them on a dinner cruise?” you clarify. “I’ll admit I was feeling embarrassed after not hearing from you and now all of this is just…a little much? I don’t know…”

He leans back in his seat, watching you for a moment.

“Maybe it’s not normal.” He removes his hat, revealing his dark, wavy curls. “I don’t really know either, to be honest. But I do know that I like being around you, y/n. It’s refreshing. Plus, I felt like shit for taking so long to get back to you. This was my way of making it up.”

You’re relieved that the feeling of comfort is mutual. Whatever time you share will be temporary and short lived…but it could still be fun. At the very least, you can enjoy being with him again tonight without second guessing everything.

“I like being around you too,” you admit.

He smiles again and places a hand over his chest, “I’m known to have that effect on people.”

You roll your eyes, and he laughs.

You take in the items on the table and spot bottles of soju in a bucket of ice. Chris stops you and grabs it himself.

He grabs two shot glasses, pours one and slides it to you, then pours another for himself. He stands, motioning toward the balcony rail and you follow. You cheers and drink.

Suddenly the boat jerks into motion and you stumble backwards. Chris grabs you by the waist, pulling you to him. You place a hand on his chest and look up. He’s smiling down at you, dimples on full display again.

“I’ve only had one shot, so I can’t blame the alcohol on this declaration. But I need you to know…you have really nice lips.”

“Oh?“ He playfully puckers them up and you swat at his arm, stepping away from him.

“Did you get my pictures?” you ask.

“I did. They seemed to come just when I needed a break at work.”

“Glad to hear it.” You smile. “Speaking of work…you gonna tell me what you do?”

He leans against the railing, eyebrow arched.

“You gonna tell me what you do for work?”

“Touché,” you reply. “I’m a literary agent. I’m here to sign an author.”

“Really?” He asks, sounding genuinely surprised. “So, you must enjoy reading?”

“I love it.”

“Do you write too?”

“Not as much as I used to…no time these days,” you shrug.

“I understand that more than I would like to,” he replies softly.

“And you?”

“I work in music,” he pauses for a moment before continuing, “I’m a producer.”

You try to picture him in a music studio, and it actually isn’t all that hard to envision. You can imagine him in his dark clothing in front of a mixing board, navigating the controls with ease.

“And what does that consist of?”

“Writing lyrics, making beats, mixing, mastering…a little bit of everything really.”

“Jack of all trades,” you say, nodding. “Will you play me something of yours?”

“Maybe one day,” he smirks.

You don’t know if he’s playing coy, but you won’t pry.

You turn to the table to start pouring another shot, but he places his hand on top of yours.

“We’ve barely left the dock, y/n.” He offers a small laugh. “You trying to get me drunk and take advantage of me or something?”

“And what if I am?” you counter.

His arm slowly moves from your hand, up your arm and to your neck. He cups it firmly and brings his face closer to yours. You half expect him to kiss you right then and there. Your heart starts to race, but you soon feel his breath near your ear instead.

“I’d have to advise you against it,” he whispers.

You move your hand up to grip his elbow, leaning into his touch. You should probably heed his warning, but you want to see how far you can take this. You place both hands on his chest and push him until his back is against the rail. You stand on your tiptoes, so your faces are close together.

“And if I don’t take your advice?” You continue to challenge him, playfully.

He bites his bottom lip, shaking his head. His hand drops from your neck to your waist. Faster than you can register he spins you both around and brings you in front of him. Your chest is now against the rail and you’re facing the river. He presses his hips into you while gripping your waist.

“Don’t test me, y/n,” his voice is a soft and low warning. “Unless you’re okay with public indecency.”

Your eyes open wide. You want to indulge in the moment but being naked on the balcony of a cruise boat isn’t exactly what you had in mind. Perhaps you shouldn’t try to call his bluff.

You slowly nod in understanding, and he releases your waist. He steps back, and you turn around as he takes his seat at the table again. You frown, still wanting his hands on you.

In your line of work, patience is required. In your personal life, however, you have a hard time waiting for the things you want. And after the day he presented you with and his overall presence here, you really fucking want him. But you can wait…for a while.

You sit back down.

“Anyways…” You say casually. “What were we even talking about?”

He laughs heartily and you do too.

There’s a knock at the door and Chris suddenly stiffens, grabbing his mask to put over his face. The door to your private slice of paradise opens and a waiter with a cart full of food enters. Their back is to you as Chris puts himself together.

You find his behavior peculiar, but you don’t say anything about it. You don’t know what to say about it, truthfully.

“Sillyehabnida,” the waiter says, leaving the cart near the door as they bring several dishes to the table one by one. There are different trays of meat, sides, soup, and dessert.

When the waiter leaves, Chris removes his mask again.

“Sorry,” he says with a sigh.

The apology feels heavier than necessary, but you again choose not to acknowledge it. If he is a music producer, perhaps he doesn’t want any unnecessary attention. You turn your attention to the food in front of you instead. Since his instructions forbade you from having a big lunch, you’re beyond hungry.

He grabs the plates and places one in front of you and another in front of himself, followed by the bowls. You take care of the cutlery—chopsticks and spoons for both of you.

You remain quiet as you eat, just taking in the view and enjoying the meal. The only sounds are those of you appreciating the delicious meal provided. You eventually talk about a few random topics—he apparently doesn’t watch much television and really does spend most of his time in a studio. You provide him an abridged version of what’s happening with the author you’re trying to sign, and he talks about some of the artists that have inspired him.

At a certain point he asks about your family—you tell him you’re an only child and that it’s just you and your mother now. He’s interested in the fact that you’re from New York but don’t carry much of an accent. He has a younger sister and brother who live in Australia with his mom and dad that he talks about adoringly.

It must be hard to be separated from them. Perhaps he’s lonely here too and that’s why he took a liking to you.

When you’re done eating and have finished almost a bottle of soju, you feel satisfied—right on the brink of being stuffed. You pour another round of shots—you clink your glasses together and drink. He stands and motions for you to join him at the railing again.

The sun has sunk completely below the horizon, and the stars are twinkling above you. The boat has already turned around and is headed back toward the dock. You know your time with him is coming to an end for the night and the thought makes you sad.

Will you see him again?

Your elbow rests on the rail, your head in your hand. You’re more captivated by him than the sights around you. It takes him a few seconds to realize you’re staring.

“Are you real?” you ask.

He pokes at his chest before responding, “I think so.”

“Well then,” you begin, “I should let strangers break my phone in the airport more often.”

“There’s no guarantee they’d be even half as cool as me,” he says with a shrug. But he can’t keep a straight face for long and chuckles.

You want to commit the way he looks right now to memory. His dark hair is disheveled from being under his hat and you still have the urge to run your hands through it. His russet brown eyes have a twinkle to them when he smiles—you want to make him smile more just so you can see them light up. Soju aside, you feel like…

“Hang on a second,” you say, reaching for your phone on the table. You type what you’re looking for into google, turn the volume down low and let the sound play in your ear.

He looks utterly perplexed, and you can’t blame him. You listen to the recording a few times before building up the confidence to repeat it aloud. You’re aware you’re only here for a short amount of time, but with the help of your good friend soju, you feel encouraged to make the most of whatever time you have with him.

There’s no harm in being open and direct—so long as you keep yourself in check.

“Joahaeyo,” you say, sheepishly.

He laughs and places his hand over his face. It’s not a laugh that makes you feel self-conscious, though, so you don’t regret your words.

“Jinjja?” He asks with a soft smile. You scramble to look up what he said but he uses his hand to stop you. “Really? Jinjja?”

You understand what he means then and think about answering him back. He already knows the answer. Before you can contemplate your actions any further, you step closer to him and put your hands around his neck. You only have two days left in Seoul and want to spend tonight beneath or on top of him. Either way is fine.

Your eyes flutter shut as you tilt your head, waiting for your lips to finally meet again.

They never do.

Instead, you feel his lips press against your forehead. Your eyes snap back open and you feel several emotions at once with embarrassment and rejection at a tie for the top spot. You bite your lip and look away towards the river.

You’re completely out of your element here. You must have read every single signal wrong because what the fuck?

He hooks a finger under your chin, turning your head back to him.

“Joahaeyo,” he says reassuringly. His eyes bore deeply into yours and there’s not a single trace of insincerity which only further adds to your confusion. “I have to be careful with you.”

You don’t know what he means by that, but the sound of the boat horn lets you know you’ve reached the dock and provides a much-needed distraction. You take a small step back from him and he must sense your apprehension, judging by the look that overtakes his features.

“Thanks again, Chris, for today—for tonight.” You speak up before he can say anything.

A part of you doesn’t want him to address what happened. Perhaps you should have been more patient. You feel like an idiot. Maybe it’s better to leave some things unsaid. Maybe it’s better to just accept and be thankful for what today was—an amazing experience exploring a beautiful country. Nothing more, nothing less.

“It was my pleasure,” he replies after a moment.

There’s a hint of sadness in his tone.

An announcement plays overhead in Korean. You assume it’s advising passengers to disembark. You walk around the table and grab your bag, checking the surface to make sure you’re not leaving anything behind. In all honesty, you’re looking for any distraction to avoid meeting his gaze. You can feel him watching you.

“The driver will meet you in the same spot,” he informs you. “I’ll see you later.”

You finally bring your eyes up to meet his and take one last, long look at him before simultaneously nodding and shrugging your shoulders.

He shot you down but still plans to see you again?

As you exit the balcony room, though, you doubt you’ll have the nerve to see him after this.

It’s loud on the inside of the boat, and you immediately miss the quiet of your secluded area. However, you’re able to let out a breath of relief as you walk towards the exit and put some distance between you.

You pull out your phone as you walk back to meet the driver, taking it off ‘Do Not Disturb’. You see a missed text and call from the author you’ve been working with. You mentally kick yourself for missing her and play the voicemail as you reach the car. The driver opens the door, and you slide into the backseat.

“y/n—it’s Moira,” her familiar voice says on the playback. “I’ve been thinking about this whole process and, given your commitment to me and my book, I want you here in person when my lawyer comes out. Talk to Mr. Reeds, or I will, if necessary, but I won’t trust anyone else but you with this. Call me when you can, whatever time.”

You can’t help the smile that takes over your face—the level of trust she has put in you is not something you take lightly. You are a little concerned with what Mr. Reeds will say as this is not a common request, though.

But, given the millions the company stands to make from signing her, you think you can convince him. Plus, you’ll still be available to work on other tasks remotely.

You check the time and realize it’s only 5:00 AM where he is, but you’re sure he’ll answer. He’s usually up around 4:00 AM. You give him a call and he picks up on the third ring.

“Mr. Reeds? Sorry to call so early,” you say.

“Is everything alright?” He asks.

“Yes, fine—great, actually. Moria has asked me to stay in Korea until her lawyer comes out in a few weeks. She’d like to continue ironing out the details to have the contract fully ready for review when he’s here.”

“Hmmm,” he’s silent for a moment, probably running numbers in his head or something. He has to consider the costs of flying you back home for a few weeks then sending you back here, then back home again. Versus just continuing to pay for your room throughout that time. “See if you can negotiate in the rights for any future movies or TV series that the book generates. There’s some leeway for creative control of the scripts for her but keep it tight, okay?”

You’re grinning from ear to ear again.

“Yes, Mr. Reeds,” you reply.

“How are the accommodations? Do you need something more comfortable for the extended stay?” he asks.

“No, sir. The hotel is fine—” you pause and tense up as the car door opens. You then see Chris poke his head inside to check that you’re there before he gets in. A look of confusion remains plastered to your face. “—I’ll confirm dates with Moira and send you an email.”

“Sounds good. Take your time with this—we might just have the next J.K. Rowling on our hands if this is done right.”

Chris nods to the driver and the car takes off. He once again removes his mask, rubbing behind his ears as they’re freed from the constraints.

“I will, Mr. Reed. Thank you for trusting me with this—I won’t let you down.”

“I know you won’t. Talk soon.”

He ends the call, and you bring the phone down to your lap and just stare at it for a minute. You’re feeling a mix of emotions—excitement with a new challenge at work and confusion as to why Chris is now sitting next to you.

You hear a whirring sound and look up to see the partition slowly moving up. You didn’t even know that was an option the entire day. Not that you would have used it.

“Everything okay?” He asks.

You take a deep breath and nod, turning your head to look at him. The embarrassment of your prior conversation has momentarily taken a seat on the back burner. You need to unload the news to someone.

“More than okay,” you say before launching into an explanation of everything that just transpired.

“That’s amazing, y/n—I’m happy for you,” he replies genuinely.

“Thanks.” You lean back into the seat and close your eyes, still smiling. You’ve worked your ass off under your higher ups—this is your first solo endeavor and it’s going better than you could have imagined. You let out a small sigh and bring yourself back to the present—this car ride with the man you left on the boat after expecting him to kiss you.

You open your eyes and turn to look at him.

“About earlier—”

“I want to—”

You both start speaking at the same time, then stop.

“You go first,” you say, wanting to hear him out.

He contemplates his words for a moment. Then speaks.

“I’m usually a pretty reasonable and responsible person—in all aspects,” he begins, “but I kinda feel like throwing caution to the wind when I’m with you. It feels reckless…or maybe impulsive is a better word. I work crazy hours and travel often, so I’m not really built for anything more than a one-night stand.”

It’s dark in the back of the car, but each time you pass under a streetlight, his face is illuminated for a moment. He looks concerned, and you don’t know if that should comfort or worry you.

“When I want something, I give my undying attention and devotion to it,” he continues, “I’m passionate about it, protective over it…so I don’t let myself get to that point about anything that’s not work related, you know? But with you? Seeing you again today is already outside of the norm, and I pushed for this, I made it happen. I wanted to see you. I feel like I need to have you again and that scares the shit outta me.”

His words come out in a bit of a rush, but you can tell this is something he’s thought hard about. Still, you’re glad to hear some of your own thoughts reflected in his words.

“I mean this as no shade or disregard to you or your feelings, but I can’t let anything or anyone, jeopardize the work I’m doing.” His tone is low and firm.

A silence falls over you for a moment as you process everything he said. You feel butterflies in your stomach about some of it, but your brain quickly pulls you back to reality.

He’s clearly saying he has some kind of feelings for you. But, the more important thing is that he doesn’t want whatever these feelings are to get in the way of his goals.

“I completely understand,” you finally say. “I’ve thought about you more than I care to admit these past couple days, but I’m here for work—it’s my top priority too.”

“What do we do about it?” He asks.

The silence engulfs you once more as you weigh out the options.

“I’m here for another couple of weeks…we can enjoy time with each other and still be aware and responsible enough to not let our feelings get in the way of our respective careers. If either of us start to feel anything too deeply, we can stop?” You say, though it comes out more like a question because you’re unsure if it’s a terrible idea or not. “I’m a big girl, Chris. I can resist falling for your charms.”

You add the last bit for good measure, but it could be a lie.

Your last relationship had ended so terribly that you hadn’t considered taking anyone seriously in years. The thought had never crossed your mind with Tinder matches nor with Chris.

You can’t imagine being in a long-term committed relationship and really putting yourself out there again. Anytime a guy even mentioned becoming official you’d freak out and get the fuck out of dodge.

That being said, you feel confident you will be able to keep yourself in check with Chris, as you always have in the past.

“I’m not worried about that,” he says with a small chuckle.

“Responsible fun with no strings attached?” you say, extending your hand.

He laughs even louder this time, and it makes you smile.

“Respectful and responsible fun,” he repeats, shaking your hand.

You expect him to pull away after a moment, but he doesn’t. He pulls you closer, and his lips are on yours before you even realize what’s happening. You feel the adrenaline course through you at the sudden, intimate contact.

Your body doesn’t tense up—it has the opposite reaction. You soften against him and embrace the feel of his lips against yours again, finally.

Caution be gone.

If you’re doing this, you are going to do it to the fullest. You are going to indulge.

You break the kiss, unbuckle your seat belt and swing your leg over his so that you’re straddling him. His hands immediately go to your waist and squeeze. You grind slowly against him with a teasing glance before flicking your hand up and knocking his hat off his head.

He tilts his head back in laughter and you take the opportunity to put your mouth on his exposed neck, licking and kissing it. You slide your hands into his hair and curl your fingers into fists, giving the strands a tug to keep his head tilted back. You move your mouth to his, exhilarated by his soft moan that escapes into your mouth.

He grips your waist tighter, and you respond by rolling your hips into his. You nip at his bottom lip with your teeth and when his lips part, you slide your tongue inside. Your tongues clash together as he moves his hands up your side and to your breasts. He pushes up the cropped shirt you’re wearing, his hands cool against your warm skin.

He yanks down the cup of your bra, and you lean back, using your hands in his hair to guide his mouth to your breast. As you did with his lips, he lightly bites your nipple, eliciting a moan from you. You tilt your head back as he takes your nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around and biting intermittently.

You grab his other hand and guide it to the waistband of your leggings. For a moment you regret the tight bottoms as they’ll only make this more challenging. You pull at the waistband, stretching it out so there’s room for his hand to enter. He directs his attention to the other breast as he slides his hand down until his fingers are touching your pussy.

“Fuck,” he groans, feeling how wet he has made you. “You’re so fucking wet, y/n.”

His fingers slide back and forth against your clit and your hips are now moving of their own accord in response to him. He slouches down in the seat to allow his hand better access and slips his fingers inside you. You moan at the feeling and place your hands on his neck, bringing his mouth back to yours.

Your lips are reunited only for a second when something switches in his head and he stops the kiss. He takes his hand from inside your pants and runs his fingers, wet with your own slick, across your lips before kissing you again, lightly sucking the juices off.

You nearly lose it.

He turns you around and you realize what he wants. You lean back against him and pull your bottoms down below your knees as he unbuttons his own and slides them down. He positions you above him and pauses for a moment. You look back, exasperated and slightly annoyed at the delay.

He reaches over to the door and presses a button several times that makes the volume of the music higher. When his hand is back on you, he squeezes your hips and slams you down on to him. You let out a gasp, feeling his cock inside you again.

You move your hands to the tinted partition window and use it to help bounce yourself back against him. His hands let go of your waist as you take on more of the work. They slide up and down your back, caressing you as you fuck him.

The car slows to a stop, but it isn’t until the light above you flickers on and off three times that you both freeze. Your eyes widen, and you turn around to look at him—his expression mirrors yours.

“Fuck,” he whispers.

“I thought we were,” you respond coyly.

He gives you a lazy smile, pulls you down on him slowly one last time before lifting you up and off him. You regretfully pull your underwear and leggings back up and sit on the seat as you adjust your bra. He fixes his pants and has to readjust himself, so his stiff cock is not noticeable.

It feels as if the driver knows what’s happening because he’s taking his sweet time opening the door and you’re so thankful for it. You grab your bag, and Chris puts his mask and hat back on. When the door opens the cool night air enters the back of the car and you lock eyes with the driver before immediately averting your gaze. He knows. He has to know.

As you step out of the car, you see a hint of a smile playing at his lips. He’s holding your shopping bags from earlier in his hand and you reach for them but, once again, Chris stops you and grabs them himself.

“I gotta make sure your merchandise makes it inside safely. Can’t be too careful out here.”

You squint at him, knowing he’s got a wide grin beneath his mask from the way his eyes are wrinkled at the corners. He says something to the driver in Korean and the driver closes the door. He bows towards both of you before getting back in the car.

“Plus,” Chris says as you walk towards the hotel entrance. “I never leave anything unfinished.”

a/n: i really think chan would be that thoughtful and provide a full itinerary 😂 and love the theory that there's a code between drivers and passengers with the music and lights haha because this has gotta happen IRL, right??? Oh and the kids are gonna have their real introduction soon! [ read chapter eight here ] (coming 6/7)

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mandukkul · 1 month ago

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#48 with Ni-ki for your 1k celebration event. You can use whatever you’d like for the trope (maybe fake dating or childhood friends?)

7:55pm — nrk

tags: ni-ki x reader, fake dating, prompt #48, "okay, that's it. we're leaving. come on.." , fluff, crack

word count: 1.3k , not proofread, likes + comments + reblogs appreciated

°❀⋆manny's 1k celebration event .ೃ࿔*:･

After 4 months of faking your relationship with, equally as infamous, famous Ni-ki, people are starting to suspect something. Because, Ni-ki being Ni-ki, was known for his physical touch and his closeness to people. He drapes a lazy arm around his friends, leans on them, punches them, literally anything as long as he glues himself to their side.

But after getting together with you, people startb to notice how you and Ni-ki barely interact. Sure they see you two always together in the hallways, lunch, sometimes even catch you togetehr after school. But there's always been a distance between you two, a barrier that was unspoken. For all the time theyve seen you and Ni-ki together, theyve only seen you hug once, hold hands twice, and possibly a finger graze one other time.

Outsiders assumed that you– in particular– were not much for PDA, with your quiet disposition, standoffish personality, but with how his friends ended up befriending you too, they come to think otherwise.

Ever the observant. Sunghoon was the first to notice, to see how you and Ni-ki bickered with eachother— like a married couple— but still standing within arms length of eachother. How you’d walk side by side, but never bump into eachother. not even once.

Then it was Sunoo, who was quick to take in how you never shied away from Jake’s constant high fives and aggressive back pats, but never seem to even come close to the minimal effort you and Ni-ki put into the relationship.

and later, each member had their encounter with you’re down to earth ness, and attraction to physical touch despite what you lead others to believe.

Now you’ve started to pick up more eyes on you than normal. you’ve gotten used to the lingering gaze of others, becuase Ni-ki being Ni-ki, you were bound to be the talk of some conversations. How you’d here some defend you and your shy (not really) demeanour, but not Ni-ki’s (now yours too) friends.

You’re all out at the theme park, after begging from Jake and Ni-ki saying it’d be good for your relationship’s reputation.

After the obligatory rides forced by Ni-ki, and a queasy amount of overpriced carnival food and a blurry hour of god knows what, you’ve all settled down together, on one of the picnic tables.

you sit across from ni-ki, who’s finishing off what’s left of your red bean bun. Despite how tired you are, you’re still inclined to tune into the conversation.

“We just had our first kiss last week!” Sunoo recounts, just getting into a relationship of his own barely a month ago.

Absent-mindedly, you reach over to Ni-ki, silently asking for the bubble tea you guys decided to share.

“That’s crazy! The honeymoon phase is so strong with you too!” Jake exclaims as he stuffs his face with various fried foods. “i think it’s normal” Jungwon adds as he reaches a hand over to jake to stop the inhalation of food.

“yeah you’re right” Jake nods, though he doesn’t relent in the food in his hold. Then his eyes flick towards you and ni-ki.

He observes you both silently, how you’re chewing on your straw, completely zoned out while Ni-ki stuffs his mouth with more taiyaki.

“hey, did you guys have your first kiss already?” Jake blurts out, which instantly snap both you and Ni-ki’s attention.

you share a brief gaze to each other, silent panic in your bones.

“why?” you retort back, short and curt.

Jake simply shrugs, “you’re nearly at your 5 month anniversary, and i barely see you too even bump shoulders” he says it like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

“it’s because his shoulders are at the ceilings” you’re quick to reply, but you know it’s true.

you got into a fake relationship for your family to get off your back about setting you up with a family friend and his to stop the rapid flow of confessions heading his way.

you were merely strangers at first, in two completely opposite ends in the social circles. barely even knowing each other's names before you decided to strike up a deal with each other.

and despite how annoying he is, you’ve become unlikely friends— maybe likely with how often you spend around others. Nonetheless, you guys are close.

But you hope that it isn’t just you who notices the lingering gazes you give each other, the smallest presence of electricity when your knees knock into each other, the way your pinkies graze; the way you seek for him when you walk into a room.

You hope.

“don’t be weird, we like how lowkey our relationship is” Ni-ki quips, punching Jake's shoulder for good measure.

until Heeseung decides to add his 2 cents.

“Jake’s right, for all the time we see you two together, you seem to not be close”

For obvious reasons, you can't reveal your relationship, and you can’t reiterate enough about how the mere actions Ni-ki does makes your heart skip.

“it’s like you guys aren’t even togeth-“

“Okay, that's it. we're leaving. come on.” Ni-ki suddenly declares as your eyes instinctively follow his standing figure. you’re mid sip when Ni-ki pulls you along by the wrist hearing cheers coming from your friends as you leave.

Ni-ki drags you all the way to the ferris wheel. his fingers around your wrist leaves a burning sensation. Your cheap soda was discarded at some point, leaving you undeniably parched as your eyes follow the leading figure in front of you.

You don't even know when he bought tickets for the ferris wheel, only that you're suddenly in a carriage, sitting awkwardly across from your pretend boyfriend.

Ni-ki is slumped over, in a sulky position, as you stare out the window to watch people turn into ants.

“You know” you start, as your eyes flick to glance at Ni-ki. “I wouldn't mind kissing you, you know, to shut them up” you choose to leave out the part where your heart is patter so irrecoverably hard against your chest that you're sure would rattle against the cart’s walls.

Ni-ki all but stares at you, eyes of bewilderment finding your figure. Your own staring out the window, the sunset shining into the carriage, the slight wobble of the cart– doing everything but look at him.

Suddenly, the space inside the carriage seems too tight, too small, as your feet somehow knock into Ni-ki’s.

And then there's a hakting pause that swings your cart, shaking it hard enough to lose your seating.

When you find yourself on top of Ni-ki, hand securely around your waist as the other one braces himself.

You try your best to not make eye contact as your hand finds home tucked into his chest.

“Im gonna kill myself” you mutter to no one in particular, though he doesn’t miss the reddening of your ears as you look down, and you sure don’t miss the creeping blush on his cheeks.

A deep, reverbated chuckle erupts in his chest, and suddenly you're pulled deeper into his chest and feel his chin settle on top yours.

“Not here” he laughs, and your eyebrows knit.

“Huh?”

“Killing yourself i mean” he jokes, stroking your hair softly.

“But a kiss, i'm totally up for”

So you lean up without hesitation, lips on his like it's the simplest thing in the world.

And time stops.

Until you hear Ni-ki’s phone vibrate once. And then twice, and then it's a cacophony of buzzing that unfortunately pulls you both away with a frustrated sigh.

“These idiots” he sighs, pulling out his phone and being welcomed with an array of sneaky videos recorded from the bottom of the ferris wheel.

You laugh heartily as you settle yourself back on your seat, much to Ni-ki’s dismay, peering over to look down to your group of friends, camera pointed up like paparazzi.

At least now, faking it will be a little easier.

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wonnieluv · 2 months ago

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‘Til the heavens burst and the words don’t rhyme - p.js

Summary: Spending a quiet moment with your bf!Jay on his birthday amidst their busy schedules at Coachella

idol bf! Jay x fem!reader

Warnings: none! Just fluff and some kissing

enha masterlist | masterlist

This is heaven

You think to yourself. The moment feels so fragile yet so peaceful. Your boyfriend Jay, who just finished his set at weekend 2 of Coachella, is currently laying on your chest with your hands softly running through his hair.

The clock on the bedside table in your hotel reads April 19th, 11:55PM

5 minutes to Jays birthday.

Jays father had flown in for the second weekend and his birthday so you both agreed you’d save your elaborate surprise present for him until after returning home to Korea and he’d spend most of the day with his dad and members.

He felt bad when asking if you were okay with that considering you did come all the way out here but you know how important it is for him to be able to spend his birthday with his dad and you knew that regardless you’d wake up and fall asleep in his arms so you were more than happy to give him up for the day.

For now you want to savor this moment with him. So peaceful. So relaxed. On the verge of sleep.

You keep eyeing the clock waiting for it to turn to midnight as you continue to play with his still damp hair.

No words are exchanged. Just a mutually understood silence that says we’re here with each other. That’s all that matters

Jay eventually shifts up on the bed laying his head back on the pillow and pulling you to lay on his chest. The soft movement is gentle as you immediately feel his warmth enveloping you as he places a kiss on your forehead

April 20th, 12:00AM

“Happy birthday my love” your voice comes out almost as a whisper as you gaze up at him.

He grabs your hand into his and kisses the back of your palm as a thank you. His gaze never falters as his eyes softly gaze into yours. There’s so much said behind his eyes and you don’t even need to hear it out loud to feel the love radiating off of him.

“I’m gonna marry you someday” is the first thing he says. His voice soft, gaze still locked in yours as he softly tightens his embrace.

“Oh yea?” you giggle softly “i think I’d like that”

He gently pulls you closer and connects your lips in a soft kiss. No rush. No heat. Just love. So so much love.

“I’ll love you… forever” he says softly as he leans his forehead against yours.

You smile “and a day?” You ask with a soft but playful smile.

His eyes are soft when he smiles at you before responding

“Always”

MY MAN MY MAN MY MAN MY MAN MY MAN

I’m so so proud of them for doing such an amazing job at Coachella and I fear I couldn’t miss out on a Jay birthday post. I’ve actually been so so busy recently but my goal for this year is to make a post for all 7 of them for each other their birthdays (i’ll do jungwons in 2026 ig 🤪)

Requests are always open and I’m always open to feedback so feel free to lmk how you liked it!!!

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mynicknameisgasoline · 9 months ago

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Incorrect Quotes 1/4

okay so maybe i write a little bit

y/n: So are we flirting right now? Five: I AM LITERALLY STABBING YOU y/n: That doesn’t answer my question

y/n: Sorry it took me so long to bail you out of jail Klaus: No it’s my fault, I shouldn’t have used my one phone call to prank call the police

y/n: I CAN'T DO IT! Klaus, laughing: I CAN'T EITHER! Diego: WELL I'LL TELL YOU WHAT, YOU CAN EITHER GIVE UP NOW, OR YOU CAN FIGURE IT OUT. BECAUSE WE CERTAINLY CAN'T DO IT WITHOUT YOU, AND WE KNOW YOU CAN'T DO IT WITHOUT US. y/n: BUT LOOK WHAT WE'RE DEALING WITH- Viktor: y/n- y/n: YOU GOTTA DRAW THE LINE SOMEWHERE! Lila: y/n we gotta- y/n: YOU GOTTA LOOK INSIDE YOURSELF AND SAY 'What am I willing to put up with today?' y/n, motioning to season 3 allison: NOT FUCKING THIS

y/n: I’m kind of crushing on someone, but I’m worried about telling you who it is, because you’re not going to like it Klaus: Just rip the bandage off. y/n: It’s sparrow ben Klaus: Put the bandage back on.

Luther: Are you the big spoon or the little spoon? Five: I'm a knife. y/n, from across the room: They're the little spoon.

Klaus: What if I press the brake and gas at the same time? y/n: The car takes a screenshot. Five: For the last time, get the fuck out.

y/n: Ben, I'm sad. Ben: *Holds out arms for a hug* It’s going to be okay. Klaus: Ben, I'm sad. Ben, nodding: mood.

'Can I copy the homework?' Five: No. y/n: Yeah, sure. Klaus: Bold of you to assume I did the homework. Diego: lol nope. Lila: Wait, we had homework?!?!?! Vanya: *Read 5:55pm*

Allison: y/n... How do I begin to explain y/n? Klaus: y/n is flawless. Lila: I hear their hair's insured for $10,000. Luther: I hear they do car commercials... in Japan. Five, muttering: One time they punched me in the face... it was awesome.

10.

y.n: Rules are made to be broken. Five: They were made to be followed. Nothing is made to be broken. Klaus: Uh, piñatas. Diego: Glow sticks. Lila: Karate boards. Vanya: Spaghetti when you have a small pot. y/n: Rules. Five: ...

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tsumskz · 1 year ago

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valentine’s day with your plug

stoner eren x reader

Tw: smut, mentions of weed and smoking, breeding and oral

just a little late valentine’s day post

Eren Yeager, the most well known suppler in your town. if you weren’t getting your stuff from him then who were you getting it from ?

not only did he have some of the best weed you’ve ever smoked but he was gorgeous, and quite frankly that made your blood boil. it was the brown hair that laid perfectly on his shoulders, half always tied up in a little bun at the back of his head. and those beautiful green eyes that always hung low when you saw him and would catch yourself getting lost in if you stared too long. he was hot and he knew it.

whenever you were in need of bud you dreaded having to hit him up because it’d either take hours for a response or he would leave you on read and randomly show up at your place saying “here”.

you’re sure he thought his looks could make up for his shitty service, but i guess it does because you go back everytime no matter how much it pisses you off.

well today was the same as every other day expect for the fact that it was valentine’s day so all of your friends were busy with their boyfriends and getting laid, blah blah blah and you happened to be violently single but at least you have weed right ?

oh damn i forgot i’m out…

…FUCK IM OUT

god this can’t be happening. it’s valentine’s day and you’re out. eren HAS to have plans tonight, there’s no way he doesn’t and youre gonna be stuck here. bored. sober. alone.

you might as well try to text him and see if there’s a slim chance he’s able to drop by.

walking to your room you contemplate what you’re gonna say, grabbing your phone tapping your fingers till you get to his contact. how do you do this without sounding like a loser ?

6:46pm. you: hey, was wondering if you’d be able to drop by tonight ? wasn’t sure if you’d be busy

now we wait. putting down your phone you go back to what you were occupied with before this catastrophe happened. you suspected it to either take hours or possibly you wouldn’t get a text back at all.

6:55pm. eren: nah i’m not busy tn, should be able to stop by in 10. that cool ?

you swear your stomach sinks to your feet when you hear your phone ding. you knew it wasn’t any of your friends so maybe he wasn’t doing anything after all.

“odd” you thought to yourself that’s definitely the longest message he’s ever texted you before, it was never any longer than a quick “yeah” or “be there in 10”. wonder what’s gotten into him

texting him back a quick “sounds good” you go to sit on the couch waiting for the notification for you to come outside to his car.

7:10. still no eren. you knew this would happen. its never the time he says. god he’s so fucking stupid i’m done goi-

*DING DONG*

you nearly jump out of your seat. heart now pounding out of your chest as you walk up to the door confused as to who it could be since you definitely weren’t expecting anyone to knock.

opening the door you begin to notice a familiar face…eren.

why was he at your door ? the mere sight of him makes your stomach churn with seems like anger. never has he once showed up and knocked on your door.

why is your heart racing? …

“the front door ? that’s new” snarky comment making him laugh. you felt awkward. was he trying to invite himself in ? you had so many questions running thru your mind but you were assuming it was nothing

“felt like saving you the longg walk from here to my car” he says dragging out long with a dramatic voice throwing his head back and bending his knees

“surprised you’re not busy with all the ladies that are probably dying to rip your pants off” ignoring his stupid joke. your hand reaches out to grab what he actually came here for but you’re met with nothing, like he wants to stand here talking to you more.

“ gotta keep them on their toes, you know. can’t make it easy or else i would’ve had back to back dates tonight” you were done with conversation already. you just wanted to get your stuff, watch some stupid rom-com and eat a burger the size of your head. he was getting in the way with that.

“haha. can i just have my stuff?” clearly annoyed he hands you the small little baggie, as you’re about to say thank you and close to the door on his face. you notice he’s not moving at all. looking at you like a lost puppy dog that showed up at your door.

he was definitely trying to invite himself in but he didn’t know how. “if you want to come in you could just say so” attempting to be nice you give him a smile.

“it’s okay, i don’t wanna intrude especially if you have a date or something” you laugh at him, his face turning a red tone as if he said something wrong. god you feel bad.

“i’m not doing anything tonight hence why i asked you to come by but if you wanna hang for a bit be my guest” wishing you would’ve shut yourself up but it was too late to take it back. you couldn’t believe you invited him in. you’re stuck now.

no words were said as you took a step back swaying to the side to gesture him in. he seemed hesitant for a second, but he enters. taking a couple uncomfortable waddles in before stopping in his tracks to kinda get a vibe your living space

it was clean. tv turned on to a random show on netflix. couch covered with cute pillows and blankets, coffee table with weed paraphernalia neatly organized but he was more fascinated with the way you’re dressed. maroon sweatpants and grey zip up that had your high schools name on the front. no makeup. so effortlessly beautiful.

“come” patting the couch you usher him to sit next to you. opening the baggie of bud, crumbling off a piece to put in the bowl of your most precious bong. offering him the greens since he is a quest in your house.

“how sweet of you” he says giving you a over exaggerated smile making you softly hit him on the arm. it was weird having him right here. you realized you’ve never smoked with him before. you’ve never seen him in such a intimate setting. it made you feel some kind of way.

a couple hours past. you guys ended smoking and chatting as if you knew each other for years and were catching up. it felt nice even tho you were dead set on the plans you thought of originally like getting food. mmm food the munchies were starting to hit hard.

“you hungry ?” you said being so serious because there was no way you were messing around when it came to eating rn and by the look on his face he wasn’t either.

“god i thought you’d never ask” staring dead into each other yes, breaking out into a laughing fit. you both decided to make your way to the kitchen and see what there was to make. letting him do all the work of course.

you’re sat up on counter while he’s looking thru the cupboards. hoping he can find something good because at this point you don’t even remember what’s in there.

“ahh mac and cheese ?” he says excitedly holding up a box of probably soon to be expired mac and cheese. you nod in agreement pretending like you aren’t practically drooling at the thought of it.

he starts boiling the water. “why don’t you have plans tonight ? didn’t expect you to be a lonly guy” you interrupt the silence to ask the question you’ve been wondering this whole time.

“i’m not a whore like you think i am. i just sell weed to people and the flirting keeps them coming back” shocked by his answer you can’t say that’s not a solid strategy. he goes to drain the pasta before adding the rest of the stuff, handing you a bowl.

“you don’t flirt with me tho” blurting out your response, he turns towards you. looking you up and down, getting just close enough you could feel his breath on your face.

“you’re different” your face getting hotter by the second. not sure how to respond because you didn’t know if this was his tactic or genuine emotion.

“how so?” twiddling your finger together looking down a little embarrassed for asking.

“idk everyone treats me like im just some hot piece of meat that can get them their fix” he says looking down with you.“but you, you act cold towards me and i find that so hot ” you felt like you were gonna faint at his words.

“ i’ve always thought you were just an asshole with a pretty face” his cheeks turning a pale pink.

“pretty?” he inches closer to your face so you’re just inches away from touching each other lips. “yeah, so pretty it makes me mad” those were the last words said before his lips are crashing into yours.

unsure if it was the weed or the fact his lips felt so good but you kissed him back without realizing. lips moving in sync like they were made for each other.

feeling like you couldn’t catch your breath, you pull away catching a good look at his face, red and flustered. you’ve never seen anything like this before and you never wanted to forget it. pulling him by the neck to continue he picks you up walking you both over to the couch. putting you down softly. breaking the kiss.

“this okay?” he says with genuine concern on his face. hes scared. scared hes gonna mess this up.

“more than” huge smile forming on his lips, he maneuvers himself on top of you between your legs. kissing your neck making his way down to your stomach.

he unbottons your pants so plainly slow that you’re about to rip them off yourself. he kisses your pussy thru your underwear making you gasp at the sensation of his cold lips on you, mumbling a low “fuck” before bucking your hips begging for more.

“don’t be so impatient baby” the pet name making your stomach turn with lust. you had to have him. you need him now.

your bottom half now undressed he makes you wait even longer by licking and biting your plush thighs, making you squirm. “please eren”. you’ve never been so desperate especially for someone that you hated a couple hours ago.

his tongue laid its first lick down your slit. it was soft, gentle. unlike anything you’ve ever felt before, other guys were rough and thought flicking felt good. how’d he become so good you couldn’t shake that thought from your mind. were you jealous ?.

“it feels so good, please keep going” bitting your hand to hopefully quiet yourself down because you knew you were being too loud. his tongue felt like heaven, but when he slipped one of his long finger into you was when you lost your mind. there was no way you weren’t gonna start screaming his name.

“eren fuck i’m gonna cum” without any hesitation he curls his fingers up hitting a spot that made you see stars. back arching, strings of curse words fall from your mouth as you cum. you’re panting like a dog trying to regain yourself.

eren sits up wiping his face on the sleeve of his hoodie, rubbing your inner thighs till you’ve finally come back from your mind blowing orgasm.

“that was crazy” you said laughing but you heard nothing but silence from eren, he looked uncomfortable then glancing down a bit you could tell why. he was so hard that you could see him throbbing thru his pants.

“come here, let me help you” you say pushing his shoulders down till his head in laying on the arm of the couch. crawling on top of him you leaning down catching his lips once again, tasting yourself. this time the kiss was hungry. like two wild animals fighting over who was superior. you grind your hips against his clothed cock hissing at the overstimulation from cumming not too long ago.

his hands raising up under your shirt giving your nipples a couple rolls of his thumb. hiding your face in his neck, sucking here and there unknowingly leaving marks that you knew he’d get upset about later.

“do you mind?” you say playing with the zipper of his pants. he gives you a nod of consent before you’re pulling down his pants along with his boxers. it springs up as you stare at the size of his intimidatingly large cock.

“you like what you see” jokingly punching his chest you come back up so your pussy is alined with his cock, he motions you to sit up a bit and he angles the tip so it’s at your entrance, sliding down a bit it was already a huge stretch but you were determined to make it fit. both of you hissing in sync till it was fully in.

“it’s so tight” he moans grabbing your hips to slide you up and back down, slowly to not hurt you. the stretch felt so good you began to move on your own craving more of him. groans could be heard from both of you just enjoying the moment and the feeliing of being connected.

“oh im gonna cum” you whispered in his ear “im so close” you keep rocking up and down till his strong hands flip you both over so he’s on top, putting you in mating press.

“i’m close too, cum with me baby” his words thick like honey dripping its way into your ear. you pussy clenching hard trying to get that last bit of stimulation to tip over the edge.

knowing just what to do his hand snakes between you both to place a thumb on your clit. that’s exactly what you neeed before you’re moaning his name and squirming trying to get away as gush around his cock.

“you gonna let me cum in you ?” he’s panting hard but he can’t seem to focus on anything besides cumming your tight pussy.

“cum in me please” the neediness in you voice is all it takes for his hips to come to a halt as he’s pumping you full. you can feel his heart beating as he slumps down on your chest. the same awkwardness from before filling the air as you both come to your senses.

awkwardly get up putting your clothes back on, not saying a word to each other. you head to the bathroom to pee and return, sitting back on the couch packing another bowl and handing it to him. he takes a long hit. resulting in him coughing, he hands it back to you.

“guess valentine’s day wasn’t so boring this year” he manages the get out between coughs. slumping back on the couch looking at the tv watching whatever was playing.

“definitely wasn’t expecting this” your own joke making you laugh, catching his attention. eyes now on you. the silence was deadly but you didn’t have anything to say.

“i like you” he says quietly not sure if you heard him but he knows you did when he notices your face begin to burn firetruck red.

“when did you come to that conclusion?” interested in what he was gonna say because you’re sure it was an in the moment confession nothing he was feeling before today.

“ever since the first time i sold to you, you were beautiful and i never knew how to make the first move until today” your mouth hangs open because never in a million years would you have thought that the guy you despised had completely opposite feelings.

“i had no idea”

“i figured” he takes another hit from your bong before getting up grabbing his things and heading for the door “uh i gotta go, just hit me up next time you need anything”

“wait” you walk over to him, body moving for you confused as to why you got up before blurting out something you couldn’t take back.

“i like you too” coming to the conclusion that those were you feelings all along, not hatred or anger but love.

he smiles at you before leaning in to give you one last finally kiss before heading out the door.

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