#but then at the end my trainer asked when i wanted the next session

[kachulein]

I'm proud of myself for being able to make it all the way home and wait until I was in my room to start sobbing🤧

[lustspren]

P.S.T EP. 1 | As You Wish ft Yuna

length: 10.2k words✦

Shin Yuna & Male Reader. 

genres: footjob, thighjob, foot worship, public sex, blowjob, oral sex, creampie  ✧ 

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The night you came home after the Spa session with ITZY was one of doing everything on autopilot, you didn't really pay attention to what you were doing, your mind kept on what had happened a few hours ago, and above all, in the difficult, incredible and terrifying request that Yeji had made of you.

Normally your mind was scheming every second that passed, but the moment where you overthought things the most was when you went to sleep. You thought about many things with the blanket up to your chest and your gaze fixed on the ceiling, and the question that most frequently occurred to you was 'am I really up to it?'. The work you had done with them, even with the limitations already imposed by the work environment, had been impeccable, otherwise you wouldn't be in the situation you were in, but you couldn't help but think that the pressure could work against you at any time, even knowing that you were not going to have any limitations of any kind.

And well, the other questions that occurred to you were stupid things that your head threw at you just to piss you off, such as: 'What will they do if I don't please them? JYP is going to disappear me into a pool of sulfuric acid?' or also 'If I do something they don't like, will they cut my dick off?'. Quite normal questions that the human brain asks in stressful situations.

That night you went to sleep restless.

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The next morning you woke up to a message on your phone from an unknown number, but from the way it was written you could easily tell that it was from Hwang Yeji. The message didn't contain much, it was just a greeting, an address and a warning that emphasized that you should not arrive before 5 pm. You clearly weren't going to argue against that.

It was 10:13 in the morning on a Sunday, and despite having slept for more than 9 uninterrupted hours, you felt like a Bear whose hibernation was interrupted by a tremendously unavoidable situation and who hated his life. You made a quick breakfast, cereal and a couple of oatmeal cookies, and turned on the small TV in your kitchen to catch the day's news.

The truth was that you didn't even watch the news, your gaze was lost in nothing while your arm spooned cereal into your mouth from time to time, too busy thinking about what the hell you were going to wear to go, and that was just the beginning of the day.

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2:43 PM and you were still sitting on your bed, staring at your wide open closet as you pored over your options. You had never felt so Grinch in your life, you even made the faint of lying back on your bed and saying: 'That's it I'm not going', but your common sense made you realize that this was tremendously stupid .

In the end, enlightenment came to you on its own, you didn't want to dress like you were going to a Met Gala, but you didn't want to dress like a bum either. You opted for khaki baggy pants, white trainers, a gray hoodie, and a black baseball jacket with white over it. You saw yourself in the mirror a couple of times, and surprisingly, you considered that you were perfect for the occasion.

You left your building at around 3:03 PM, took your car and drove to the address written in Yeji's message. It was about 10 minutes driving until you arrived, realizing that you were in a residential villa, and that Itzy's bedroom was a 3-story townhouse. You weren't surprised at all.

The townhouse was a little further apart from all the others. Located on the hillside and not far from the forest. You had to admit that it was a beautiful, peaceful place with beautiful views, perfect so that no one would ever think of finding them there. Clever to say the least.

You parked the car on the road a few meters from the gate and got out of the car while you put the keys in your jacket pocket. You stood in front of the gate, and you stared at a camera located to the right for a few seconds until you took out your phone to tell Yeji that you were outside. You only received an 'I know' as a response. You saw the camera again and waved.

Less than five minutes passed when the automatic gate began to open, and when it reached halfway, you found yourself face to face with Yeji herself, as radiant and beautiful as she always was despite not even wearing makeup. She was wearing black sweatpants, gray crocs, and a white tank top with no bra underneath. Your gaze went to the clearly visible nipples for a moment, but then back to her eyes.

"Hello there, oppa," Yeji smiled with her gaze fixed on you, her hands clasped behind her back, "Welcome, I didn't think you'd be here so late."

"Hi! Thank you" you greeted back with a friendly smile, walking past her to stand on the other side of the gate, "Well, actually I spent most of the time debating with myself, sorry."

"Oh, you didn't want to come?" She raised an eyebrow in the most dangerous way, and then stepped forward to stand mere inches from you, "Did you think you'd miss out on the chance to get our pussies as much as you want? Really?"

"Well, if you say it that way..." you were going to finish the sentence until Yeji put her hand on the back of your neck and pulled you towards her so that you were inches from her face.

"You don't turn down an offer like that, darling, it would be sacrilege," she took one of your hands and brought it to one of her tits, so that you could feel and squeeze it over the fabric of her tank top, "And I would take that as an offense to us," she approached your lips as if to kiss them, you felt her breath, but as soon as your lips brushed, she pulled away from you.

"I… right, fuck, I'm sorry," you took a deep breath, closed your eyes and exhaled to calm yourself, "wasn't that a little risky doing that out here?"

"Nah, we live alone, it's safe enough here to do that," Yeji turned around and started walking towards the house, you followed her close behind.

"That sounds too good to be true," you commented, looking at the rectangular pool you were surrounding and the crystal clear water flowing through.

"Well you're right, our manager comes every day to check that everything is fine and in order," you walked to the right, straight towards one of the glass doors. Yeji opened it by sliding it to the left, and made you go in first, "But he only comes in the morning, and as soon as he arrives, he's gone."

Yeji guided you through the giant and beautiful house, giving you a quick mini tour of just the places you passed. You got to the second floor, and as soon as you climbed the last step, you found yourself facing another glass door that led to one of the balconies, where there was what appeared to be a large rectangular jacuzzi with two steps.

"Fuck, they spared no expense," you muttered, looking out.

To the right of the glass door were the stairs leading to the third floor, and you barely glanced left to see a familiar face in the room at the end of the hall. You and Yeji walked in that direction, and now you were in what was the living room of the house.

"Oh my, look who we have here," Ryujin said playfully, sitting with her legs drawn up on the far left of the giant beige leather sofa, which spanned at least 10 feet horizontally. She wasn't even fully clothed, just wearing a baggy black sweater and blue panties.

Ryujin wasn't the only one on the couch. To the right, slightly away from her, Chaery was lying, staring at her phone and her head resting on the armband, which you were sure was more of a pillow, and the sofa could also be used as a bed. She was also still in her pajamas, extremely short white shorts and a loose-fitting shirt of the same color.

"Hi girls," you greeted with a smirk and a little bow to both of them. Ryujin got up only to give you a peck on the cheek and sit back down, but Chaery just waved at you with her view still on her phone screen.

"Oh, don't mind her, she just woke up and she hates us all," Yeji said, leaving you standing where you were and entering an unseen hallway to your left. You assumed that she led to a bathroom.

"It's 3 in the afternoon, are you serious?" you chuckled.

"She fell asleep late watching an anime on Netflix," said another person to your left who you hadn't noticed because of how quiet and still she was. You turned to see Lia, sitting on the counter in the corner of the kitchen, next to the outlet where she had her phone connected. She did go with ordinary two-piece pajamas, blue cotton shorts and a tank top of the same color, however, she was not wearing a bra either.

"Which one?" you asked, with your hands in the pockets of your jacket to take a few steps forward and analyze the entire room, you were unable to calculate an exact price for such beauty, but the oak wood floor and furniture, together with the intrinsic system of lighting in the whole house had to be worth 10 times more than your apartment.

"The Seven Deadly Sins..." Chaery replied, her voice sounding as if her soul had been sucked out of her.

"Damn, you wasted your time, I'm sorry," you winced.

"Please don't remind me," she sighed.

"Hey, want to have a seat? You're getting on my nerves standing there," Ryujin said, patting a space next to her. You went and sat down. Sitting there you could see the rest of the space, in front there was a small brick wall that matched the floor, a boiler on the lower right side with a compartment to store firewood on the left, and installed higher up, a TV about 50 inches where they were watching Bluey. To the left of the brick wall, another glass door that also led to the balcony.

"Oh, where is Yuna? I haven't seen her," you said, watching the show with Ryujin.

"She must be in her room doing who knows what, she's been there ever since she woke up," Yeji replied, leaving the hallway she entered a few minutes ago and walking towards the kitchen. It wasn't even 5 seconds after Yeji said that when you saw a pair of feet go down the steps that led to the third floor.

"Speaking of Helen of Troy..." Ryujin muttered next to you.

Yuna patiently walked down the steps, as if she were the princess of a fantasy kingdom whose suitors they were eager to see, but her face and aura didn't take her too far from that status tho. She looked utterly charming to you. Pink pants, tight cropped t-shirt with an evident push-up bra, and white sandals that let her pretty feet shine. As icing on the cake, she wore a little pink hair pin on one side of her head. Inevitably your gaze went straight to her delicious bare midriff, she seemed to notice, because when you looked up to meet her eyes, she followed them until your eyes met.

"Hi oppa," Yuna greeted you with a smirk, her hands clasped behind her as she joined you in the living room.

"Hi, my lady," you joked, returning the smirk.

"You were still in your panties when I left the bedroom before he arrived, how did you do it so fast?" Yeji asked from the kitchen, pouring herself apple juice into a glass.

"I saw him coming through the window," Yuna replied puzzled, as if it was obvious.

"Yeah, but you didn't answer my question," Yeji leaned her back on the table, then took a sip of the juice.

"Oh, I just wanted him to see me pretty and dressed up," the innocent little smile returned to her face, "Not like you guys who look like you just got kicked out of bed."

"I was," Chaery said quietly, eyes still on her phone. You held back your laughter.

"Whatever," Yuna ignored her, "Oppa, do I look pretty?" She waved her hair from side to side and then turned to look at you flirtatiously over her shoulder.

"Very pretty, yes," you agreed.

"I know, thanks," she winked at you and turned around again, "shall we go?"

"Uh? Where?" You turned to see Ryujin, with whom you exchanged glances, and she showed you that she was just as confused as you.

"I don't know, take me around," she shrugged, "although now that I think about it, I've been in need of shoes lately."

"Shin Yuna, you have a different pair of shoes for each day of the week," Ryujin said.

"I said I need shoes!" she protested, frowning, "come on oppa."

"Honey, did you forget that you are an idol and that you can't go out like that?" Lia also intervened, "wear a cap, mask and if possible, a coat."

"And you," Yeji said, staring at you, "make sure she doesn't do stupid things."

"She does them normally?" You looked at Yuna, who was playing dumb.

"No, but when she's around a cute guy," Ryujin said, with a mischievous chuckle, "go ahead," she patted your shoulder, and you were forced to get up from the couch.

"I'll wait for you outside, okay? I'll go start the car," you said, stopping in front of Yuna, she looked into your eyes, and you saw her back. Two big glowing orbs.

"Of course," she agreed.

You walked past her, and before you started down the stairs, you stopped.

"Uhm… can someone go with me?" you asked with a nervous giggle, "I don't remember how to get out."

"Don't worry, I'll go," Ryujin got up from the sofa and walked towards you to follow you down the stairs.

"God, thank you," you sighed.

Ryujin led you through the labyrinth they called home again, and when you were crossing the narrow corridor that led to the hall on the ground floor, she stopped you abruptly and pulled you towards her, causing you to pin her against the wall. You froze at the unexpected movement.

"I hate that my turn is still so far away..." she muttered, grabbing your waist, "I already want that dick inside me so bad..." Her hand went straight to your bulge, she squeezed it over your pants, and you were tempted to kiss her, but you thinked twice.

"Stop, Yuna's going to be here any minute," you muttered back, grabbing her wrist and pulling it away from your crotch.

"So what? She and I could suck your cock right here," Ryujin's eyes were fixed on you with great desire and lust.

"No, cutie, I'm sorry, it's her turn, it's her decision," you took the hem of her sweater and brought it up to her waist, held it with one hand, and with the other you rubbed her pussy up and down over the panties. She seemed surprised but not upset, "Relax, I'll make it worth the wait."

"You son of a…" she leaned forward slightly to kiss you, but she bit her lip to contain herself, "get out of here, the gate has a manual control on the side, the password is 120219."

"Very kind, see you later!"

And so you did. You separated from her, left the hall and followed the same steps as when you entered with Yeji. You circled the pool, and went to the gate. You entered the key as it was told, and it began to open slowly.

You went outside and went straight to your car, started it, and drove right to the front of the house to wait for Yuna. The aforementioned left the house a few minutes later, wearing a cap, face mask and black coat, she looked to the sides as a precaution so that no one was watching, and she got into your car.

"Are you ready, oppa?" Yuna asked, pulling down her mask but covering her face even more with the cap, "nice car, by the way."

"Thanks, it cost me two years of savings," you laughed, making a U-turn and starting to drive out of the residential village, "any specific place you want to go?"

"Take me to the Starfield, they have a Louis Vuitton store where they sell very cute shoes!" Yuna answered excitedly, but you only worried.

"You do know that everyone goes to that mall on the weekends, right?" you asked, eyes on the road.

"Oh, come on!" she complained, "No one will recognize me, I will not take off my cap or mask at any time."

"I know you won't, but I fear for some obsessive fan recognizing you just by…I don't know, your body."

"Well, that wouldn't surprise me..." you turned to look at her, raising an eyebrow, "Okay okay, sorry," she laughed, "but I still want to go, I'm a human being! Not a fucking circus animal."

"You have a point," you nodded, returning your gaze to the road, turning around a street to head up the highway, "As you wish, princess."

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You arrived at the mall after a drive of about 10 minutes, it was difficult to find a place to park, but you took advantage of the fact that someone was just leaving to take their place. Yuna put her mask up again, and before she got out of the car you grabbed her wrist.

"Hey, no talking to high concentrations of people, you'd be too obvious," you warned, putting the car keys in your jacket pocket.

"Understood," she nodded, and then you released her to get out of the car.

As you walked through the mall you could feel the tension take over every fiber of your body. You couldn't believe you were on that site with such a massive public figure like her, but it wasn't being with her that made you nervous, it was the fact that any wrong move could get her and you in trouble. You really didn't have to, but you made sure to keep some distance from her just in case.

Yuna was obedient in not speaking, she just silently led you through the shops until you reached the Louis Vuitton store. The storefront was simple, but exuded elegance and exclusivity. And thank God, with the naked eye there were only 8 to 10 people inside.

You entered in the most discreet way you could, glued to the wall without attracting too much attention and going directly to the shoe area. It was then that Yuna moved away from you a bit to be able to carefully examine the shelves and tables. A store worker approached her to serve her, and within a few minutes, she took a pair of slingback shoes from a table with the distinctive brown color of Louis Vuitton and the logos of the brand as a print. The manager left with them, and then returned with the same ones but her size.

Yuna took off her coat and handed it to you, and as you sat down, she took off her sandals to replace them with the pair of shoes she had just chosen.

"Well? What do you think, oppa?" Yuna lifted her leg and made you grab her ankle to get a closer look at her shoe, but you knew well that she did it to make you remember what happened just days ago. The shoes were very pretty, they exposed her ankle and the vast majority of her feet, except for her toes, they certainly looked very pretty on her.

"They look nice on you, but I think you could go for something more… uncovered, perhaps?" you asked, releasing her ankle. Hearing that, the guy serving her showed her a variety of options. Yuna chose some that you recognized, they were champagne-colored eleanor slide sandals, which you also knew were fucking expensive.

She took off her previous shoes and put on her sandals. She repeated the process, and you grabbed her ankle once more.

"Something like that?" Yuna asked playfully, moving her fingers slowly to tease you. You stared at her foot, and your first instinct was to want to grab her toes and start kissing them, but you were in a public place, and you only controlled the flashbacks.

"Those are perfect, cutie, they're a yes," you nodded, and then released her ankle.

She wasn't happy with just one pair, so she had the worker show her more. This time, she chose double-strap sandals in the same color as the first pair she chose and with the same print.

Once again, she made you grab her ankle but with the other foot, and if you had liked the sandals she tried on before, you loved these. You pretended to look down each side of her foot to see the sandal, but it was just an excuse so you could caress her ankle and the sides of her foot with your thumbs. After a few seconds, you released her ankle.

"I must say… they're my favorites so far," you smiled, looking into her eyes, "you should take these, and those," you pointed to the previous sandals.

"Okay... but I think I need to go to the dressing room for a moment, I have some discomfort in my..." she made a move to grab her tits, but she didn't, "you know."

"Uh?" You frowned in confusion, "well, go ahead, I'll be waiting for you out here."

"That way, miss," the worker said, gesturing with his palm toward a hallway farther to the left.

"Thank you," Yuna gave him a small bow, and she turned to go to the dressing room.

Not a minute has passed since Yuna left when you received a photo from an unknown number to your phone. It was Yuna. And it was a photo that had just been taken in the dressing room mirror, which had nothing special, it was just her standing facing the front, without her mask or cap on. What really caught your eye was the caption: 'Hey oppa, I don't think I can do it by myself... can you help me?'

You put your phone away immediately, and the first thing you saw was the worker in front of you. You couldn't just stand up and go in the same direction as Yuna, you had to find an excuse. You thought about it for a few long seconds, so that in the end you ended up resorting to a cheap and typical excuse.

"Excuse me, where are the bathrooms?" you asked, standing up.

"Oh, that way sir," the guy pointed back again, but this time to the other side, to a hallway to the right. Very timely.

"Thank you."

You stood up and walked to where he told you to, but before entering the hallway you stopped, looking over your shoulder and making sure he wasn't looking to run with silent footsteps in the other direction.

The dressing rooms consisted of two rows, one on each side, making a total of 8 changing rooms with closed doors whose lights were all off except for one, one that was at the end of the row on the left, the furthest from the corridor. You walked with slow and silent steps, until you arrived in front of the door. You tapped twice with your knuckle.

"Yuna-ssi?" You called, almost in a whisper.

"Come in, silly, you don't have to be so quiet," she replied a tone higher than you, and then she opened the door for you to step inside.

"What do you need help with?" you were probably being very stupid, but at that moment you didn't get her intentions, who knows why. Of course this would not last long.

"Absolutely nothing..." Yuna took her coat from your hand and let it fall to the ground, getting dangerously close to you.

"So?" You saw her eyes, your head had already reacted, but you wanted to play the fool, "I don't quite understand why you made me come here."

"Don't you get the idea?" she hugged your torso with both hands, making sure to press her tits against your chest.

"Mmm, I don't know, I think you should cut to the chase and that's it," you put both arms around her shoulders and hugged her too.

"I want you to fuck me here and now, oppa..." she muttered without taking her eyes off you for a single second. She then withdrew an arm from around your body and reached down to grab the bulge over your pants.

"Did you go crazy, honey?" You couldn't help but smirk, "They could catch us at any time, it would be such a mess," you bit her lip, as she massaged your cock until it was rock hard.

"I promise I'll be silent... besides, I want to know how it feels to do it in a public place," saying that, she broke the distance between your faces and crashed her lips against yours.

"You better be quiet..." you whispered in the middle of the kiss, your breaths heaving with each passing second, "you better."

You removed her arms from around her neck and now put them around her waist, and she took hers from around your waist to wrap one around your neck as her hand continued to massage your cock. The kiss gradually warmed up, until your tongues began to intertwine inside your mouths. Yuna let out little moans from time to time, and your cock was already beginning to beg to be free.

One of your hands went to her ass, while the other continued to cling to her perfect waist, pressing your fingers into her creamy flesh. Soon that hand joined the other, and with both you gave her ass a strong squeeze that caused her to bite your lip and separate your lips from hers.

"Enough, I want that cock inside me," she reached with both hands to the button of your pants and undid them, and with a strong yank, she lowered them down to your knees including your boxers.

You complete her work, pulling your pants and boxers down to your ankles to get them off your legs. Already naked from the waist down, you kissed her again and grabbed her by the waist to push her against the wall in front of you, you cornered her against it, and then you made her turn around.

Instinctively she pulled her ass back, pressing it against the back of your cock, but you held her still, and began kissing her long neck as you ran your hands around her waist to reach the button of her pants and undo it, then you unzipped it, and grabbed the curb to lower them right down to her ankles. Your only obstacle now was a white thong, which showed off her wide hips and her round buttocks.

"A thong? I didn't know Shin Yuna was so slutty," you murmured in her ear, and she shuddered. You took two of your fingers between her buttocks and rubbed up and down her pussy, noticing that the fabric was beginning to get wet.

"But you like it, don't you?" she reached back and grabbed your cock, stroking it slowly, "I think he loves it," she looked over her shoulder at you with a smirk.

"You're a pretentious bitch, with all due respect," you rubbed her pussy for a few more seconds until you got tired of teasing. You grabbed the seam of her thong and lowered it roughly, not to mention nearly ripping it off. You made her get out of her pants and panties, and with your foot you dragged them until you left them next to your boxer and your pants.

"I know, I love being reminded," that was the last thing she said before you put your hand over her mouth.

"Spit," you ordered, and so she did, leaving enough saliva in the palm of your hand that you quickly brought it to your cock and rubbed it down the length of it until it was well lubricated. You returned your hand to her mouth, but this time for other reasons. You took your cock with your left hand, and took it between her buttocks to rub it up and down against her slit. Feeling this, she arched her back more and more, leaned her hands against the wall and left her ass at your disposal to do whatever you wanted with it.

You pressed your hand to her mouth firmly, making sure no sound came out of it as you gently pushed your hips forward, slowly leaving the first few inches of your cock inside her suffocatingly tight pussy. That she was going to be silent was all bullshit, at least at first, because as soon as she felt you inside her, she let out a moan that, if it hadn't been for the fact that it was suffocated against your hand, would have been heard throughout the room.

Yuna's entire body tensed, it was being difficult to fully get in due to how tight she was, but you were patient, and leaned back from time to time to push at least another inch inside her. You continued with the same procedure until half of your shaft was inside her, you looked into her eyes, and she just nodded, giving you the green light to make the final move.

You pulled out of her pussy one more time, spit into your hand, and salivated as much as you could on your cock before putting it back inside Yuna. This time you pushed more gently into her, and when you reached the previous point, it was as easy as slowly pushing your hips forward of her until you filled her completely with your flesh. Yuna let out another louder and longer moan, and you had to add another hand to her mouth to make her shut up once and for all.

You stayed inside her for a few seconds without moving, letting her tight walls gradually mold to your cock, and after a few seconds, you began to slowly move your hips back and forth, your cock moving completely in and out of her pussy.

Yuna's brow was furrowed as you fucked her at a slow and careful pace, trying to make as little noise as possible, but as much as you wanted to be quiet, having Shin Yuna pinned against the wall while you fucked her from behind warranted more energy from your part. Making sure you had a tight seal on her mouth with both of your hands, you began to move your hips faster, with thrusts that rocked her body back and forth with each crash of your pelvis against her ass.

You were incredibly tempted to do a lot of things, like pull her hair, or grab onto that pretty little waist while fucking her furiously, but you should have just kept at that pace, not slow but not aggressive either, perfect for a situation where you wanted to turn her crazy but not that crazy

Yuna seemed to remember what she had promised you a few minutes ago, as it was fairly easy for you to suppress her little whimpers of pleasure as you fucked her tight, wet pussy as fast as the situation allowed. That wasn't being enough for you, that's why you pulled her towards you and pressed her back against your chest, from that position it was easy for you to fuck her hard without making noise, and you did, starting to move your hips frantically. Inevitably that led to a double effort on your part to drown out her moans, but you didn't give a single fuck.

You were so immersed in your own pleasure that you did not even realize that a person had entered the dressing rooms, you had not heard the footsteps, but you did hear the knocks against your door. You stopped immediately, and Yuna's eyes widened as she looked towards the door to your left.

"Excuse me miss, is everything okay? You can't be in there that long," said the voice of the worker from the other side of the door.

"A-ah... yes! Everything is fine!" Being a bit bitchy, you continued to fuck her, but this time much more slowly and torturously, "I j-juuust need a couple m-more minutes," she gasped, "t-tell the g-guy that came with me that I-I won't be long."

"He went to the bathroom, miss, but when he gets back I'll tell him."

"Very kind, th-th-thank you."

There was silence, and the next thing you heard was the guy's footsteps walking away from the door, and consequently, from the dressing rooms.

"H-holy fucking shit, oppa..." she squeaked under her breath, looking over her shoulder at you, "that cock feels so… so good."

"And you'll feel better, come here."

You pulled out your cock, made her turn around and wrapped your arms around her slender body to give her an upward lift, she got the message and clung to your torso with her long legs, entwining them behind your back. You held her tight in the air, then leaned her back against the wall to push your cock back into her pussy. She was about to moan out loud, but you crashed your lips against hers in a fiery and deep kiss.

Yuna also grabbed onto your neck with both arms entwined around it, and she played with the hair at the nape of your neck between her fingers as you slammed her pussy against the wall. At this point, the noise you made was enough so that anyone passing near the door could perfectly hear the sound of your crotches colliding, but being prisoners of lust and adrenaline at the moment you didn't even think about it.

You untangled her legs from behind your back and went on to hold them yourself in the air, spreading them wide so you could fuck her pussy from the best possible angle. Yuna moaned like crazy against your mouth, and in response you just kept pumping in and out of her pussy without actually crashing your pelvis against her, but making sure that she felt your entire length go in and out of her pussy.

After a few seconds, Yuna grabbed your shoulders and dug her nails into them while her entire body shuddered in an unannounced orgasm. You held her legs tight while she writhed against the wall, and you didn't stop kissing her or fucking her for a single second.

Her pussy walls clenched around your cock so hard you thought she was going to rip you in half, but it felt so fucking good that you couldn't help but moan against Yuna's lips. Your moans overlapped each other, and you soon felt a tingle in your lower abdomen.

"Y-yuna... I'm going to cum, where-"

"Inside," she interrupted between little whimpers, while she was still past the last shimmers of her orgasm and she was looking into her eyes.

"But... are you sure?" you asked, slowing down the pace of your thrusts a bit.

"I prepared myself for this, idiot, just fucking do it," she sighed, smashing her lips against yours again.

You just let yourself go. You resumed your quick thrusts, clinging as tightly as you could to her legs with your fingers. Her pussy gave way for you, now less tight but wetter for your cock to slide in and out smoothly. It didn't take long for you to reach your peak of pleasure, it only took a few more hard pumps until you exploded inside her tight little pussy. You broke the kiss only to let a small moan into the air, moving slowly as you shot all your hot load into Yuna, who seemed to enjoy it as much as you did to feel the fluids rush inside her.

"Fuck… you came so much, oppa," she whispered, biting your lower lip, "it feels so good inside me."

Gradually you stopped between heavy breaths, and you left your cock inside for a few more seconds until you pulled it out very slowly, and as if it were a drain plug, your cum began to spill from inside her little by little to the ground under you two. You looked down, seeing the pool of thick white liquid that formed on the not at all subtle dark floor.

"I'm not cleaning that up," you murmured, your breath still ragged.

"We don't have to either," she chuckled, "thanks oppa, you already fulfilled one of my fantasies," she said with a smirk, giving you a little kiss on the nose.

"You're welcome, cutie," you finally put her down, and she avoided the best she could step on the cum, "You'll go out first, and you'll have to distract the worker while I go out."

"Understood," she agreed, "I'll take the opportunity to go pay."

"Are you really going to take those designer sandals?" you asked, picking up your pants and boxers to start dressing, "I seem to remember that they're fucking expensive."

"Honey, do you forget who I am?" she asked with the air of a pretentious bitch, you certainly weren't wrong a few minutes ago.

"Okay, I'm sorry my lady," you joked, watching her pull on her panties and then her pants.

"I'll see you outside, oppa," she stood in front of you, placed a hand on your chest and gave you a peck on the cheek, "be discreet, okay?"

"Didn't you forget something?" you asked, glancing at her cap and her mask.

"Oh, yeah, sure," she played dumb, as if she clearly hadn't been about to walk out like that, "don't be long," she said after putting on her mask and cap.

Yuna turned around and opened the door a little to see outside, and seeing that no one was coming, she went out and left you there alone. You waited around 5 or 6 minutes on the clock until you came out too, feeling like Austin Powers in one of his misdeeds. Luckily for you, the people who had entered the changing rooms were already inside their respective cubicles, and none of them had seen you.

You walked out of the hallway, and with your balls in your throat, you peeked out to make sure no one was looking your way. You ran to the other corridor, the one that led to the bathrooms, and you left there as if you had been there all this time. When you walked to the place where you were sitting before, you noticed that Yuna was no longer around, you even peeked over to make sure that she was still paying. You double checked that you had everything on you, wrapped Yuna's coat around your arm and walked out of the store, avoiding all possible eye contact with any worker or person in there.

As expected, Yuna waited for you outside the store patiently, with the bag from the store between her feet and her hands clasped behind her lower back. You quickly ran towards her.

"Hey! What do you think you're doing?" You looked around, making sure no one was paying too much attention to her, "Put your coat on!" you were probably overreacting, Korea was big enough for everyone in the mall to realize that she was who she was, but you'd rather be safe than sorry.

"Oppa, calm down," she laughed, taking the coat from your arm and putting it on with all the patience in the world, "it's not that easy to get recognized as an idol, besides, I have black hair, I could be any average Korean girl. "

"You have a point, but I don't want to be risky," you took the bag from her, and pulled out your phone to check the time, "Hey, can we go now?"

"Yep, let's go!"

You left the mall in a matter of a few minutes, you went to your car, and you left the Louis Vuitton bag in the back seats. You opened the passenger door for Yuna to get in, and then you also got in to start the car, pulling out of the parking lot and heading towards the villa.

"When I drop you off at home tell Yeji to let me know when I can come back, okay?" you said, with your eyes on the highway.

"Oh, do you think the day is over for both of us?" Yuna asked, raising both eyebrows. She had taken off her cap, and she was looking at you with a quizzical expression, "You seem to have forgotten that you almost ate my feet a few minutes ago."

"And you almost didn't put them in my mouth, I think it's your fault too."

"It's just, you see...I really enjoyed our little session when we first met," she placed her hand on your thigh, "and I'd like to repay you well, oppa."

"Oh yeah? And how do you plan to do it?" you made sure you didn't have any cars in front or on the sides before turning to see her.

"I think…" she moved her hand up your thigh a little, near your crotch, "that cock would look really nice between my feet."

You had never stepped on the accelerator so violently in your life, but there was a first time for everything. You drove around 100 km/h on the highway, pulling out all your Baby Driver skills until you hit the road and relaxed your foot. Yuna could only laugh at your despair and sudden interest.

The scene would have been more spectacular if only you hadn't forgotten some crosses, Yuna had to remind you of the way to be able to continue and finally reach the girls' house. You parked the car right in front of the gate, turned it off, and got out to get the bag from the back seats. Yuna beat you to it, and went to open the gate with a remote control that she took out of her back pocket.

"There was a remote control this whole time?!" you asked, closing the back doors, locking the car and walking inside with her.

"Yup, but they were nowhere to find it," she laughed, "it was in my room all this time."

"Damn..." you sighed.

Yuna led the way, and you followed her into the house. You quickly went up to the second floor, and when you went up the stairs, just passing through the corridor was Yeji, who stared at you when you were about to go up to the third floor.

"Don't blame me if I walk in while you're doing it, it's my bedroom too," she warned, then walked out of sight toward the sofa.

"She's kidding, don't worry... or so I think," she hesitated for a moment, "well, follow me."

You followed Yuna up the stairs, took a hallway to the right, and went to one of the doors at the bottom. Yuna opened the door for you, and when you entered, you found a somewhat messy bedroom. There were clothes everywhere on both beds, including panties and bras of all colors and types.

"Did a tornado pass through here or what?" you said, taking a step forward and putting the bag down while Yuna got off her cap, mask and coat.

"Be thankful that we're messy and not dirty, it's just clothes," she got up on one knee on the bed on the right and began to gather all the clothes on top of it into a single pile and then dump it on the floor.

"Is it dirty clothes?"

"... Some," she said, looking down at the pile of clothes, "but let's not waste time on these things, come here, oppa."

She stood facing the bottom edge of the bed, and you closed the distance between the two of you by standing inches from her. You took her by her waist, and she wrapped her arms around your neck before joining your lips in an intense kiss, without intending to be delicate or tender. You planted your dominance from the start, pressing the flesh of her waist between your fingers as you dug deeper into her kiss. Yuna understood that foreplay wasn't even necessary at that point, so she simply sat on the edge of the bed and started undoing your pants once more. She lowered them to your knees, and you helped her off along with your boxers, freeing your still flaccid cock.

Yuna took off her shirt, and then she also took off her bra. Your gaze went straight to her tits, noting that she could very well be Itzy's second biggest after Yeji. You couldn't focus on her pretty tits for much longer as she took your weak cock and began to stroke it slowly.

"Oppa... be patient with me, okay?" she said, looking up, "I've never done this before."

"You don't have to worry, honey," you said, tucking her hair behind her ear and brushing her cheek with your thumb, "go ahead."

"Okay..." she looked down again at your cock, which was slowly starting to get hard thanks to the long fingers of Yuna's hand going up and down.

She leaned forward, and licked her lips before taking the tip of your cock into her mouth. You gasped, feeling the warm relief of her lips sucking slowly until your cock was fully erect. Yuna wrapped her fingers around your base and began to move her mouth little by little towards the middle of your shaft. She looked insecure, you could tell by how she looked into your eyes every few seconds, but the best you could do was nod with your head and keep rubbing her cheek and her hair.

That seemed to give her a little more assurance that she was doing a good job. She took you out of her mouth for a moment to get air, stroking your cock before taking it back inside her. This time she began to move her head at a more fluid and less leisurely pace, never going past the middle of your shaft, but that was enough for her to make you feel pretty good. She didn't give head as well as Yeji or Ryujin, but with a little practice she could become just as good.

During the first minute she dedicated herself to observing you carefully, noticing what movements you liked the most or what she liked that she did, and when she finally studied you, she began to move her head faster in a very messy blowjob. Her pretty pink lips glided smoothly over your hard cock now shiny from her saliva, and you took it upon yourself to let her know you liked it with little moans and facial expressions.

"Try to take more of it cutie..." you gasped, your hand on her head. She hesitated for a moment, but to your surprise, she began to push her head further, and further forward, until her nose was resting against your pelvis, "What the f… holy shit Yuna!" you moaned out loud.

She was able to take your cock down her throat for a few long seconds, but you also noticed that she was struggling as she did so, her face was scrunched up, and she was constantly making gagging sounds. Saliva flowed free from her mouth to her tits, and when she couldn't take it anymore, she took you out of her mouth with a long breath. Your cock was connected to her lips by thin threads of saliva, and you couldn't believe how unbelievably sexy yet cute she looked like that and with the pink bobby pin still attached to the side of her hair.

"Did you like that, oppa?" she said looking into your eyes as she quickly moved your hand up your cock.

"I fucking loved it, how can you do that with no experience?" you asked panting.

"I have a long neck, I don't know if that has anything to do with it," she collected the saliva from her lips with her free hand and returned it to your cock, stroking it with both hands.

"Honestly, I have no fucking idea, but come here, you deserve your due special attention, honey," you grabbed her wrists and pulled her hands away from your cock. Then you took her by her waist, and you made her get closer to the center of the bed and lie down on it.

You took off your jacket and hoodie, leaving yourself completely naked before climbing into bed with her. You placed yourself on top of her body, your two hands on either side of it. You lowered your face towards her neck, giving her small kisses and licks and slowly going down her attractive and marked clavicle. You stood there for a moment, but the two well-formed round mounds below caught your attention. Your mouth went right to one of her tits, sucking and licking her hard nipple while your hand massaged her other boob. Yuna moaned under her breath, and tangled her fingers in your hair as you now slowly lowered from the middle of her breasts to her abdomen. At that point, you made sure to spread a good amount of kisses all over her tummy and waist, and as you reached her lower abdomen, you used your hands to undo her pants, unzip them, and grab the hem of her pants and her panties, lowering both garments slowly until they were off her legs. Now both you and Yuna were completely naked in front of each other.

"Will you give me my special service, oppa?" she asked, biting her index finger, and picking up both of her legs to leave both of her feet in the air right in front of your face.

"Count on it, honey," you grabbed her by both ankles, and brought her feet up to your face to stick one of them directly into your mouth. You sucked on her toes one by one, placing special emphasis on her big toe. You used your tongue to salivate them and lick them all over, and once you were satisfied with one foot, you went straight through with the other to repeat the process.

With both feet salivated, you moved on to the second phase, which was to spread deep, wet kisses along her soles, the sides of her feet, and her ankles as well. You kept worshiping her feet for a few more minutes, until you began to move from her feet to her thighs, passing first through her tibia and her knee.

She instinctively spread her legs wide for you, revealing her pretty, shiny pussy. Your cock was more than ready to go in there one more time, but you had to hold back. You lowered your face until you were right in front of her slit, but that wasn’t your goal for now, but to plant more kisses both on the inside of her thighs and on the bottom, not resting until they were wet from your saliva.

Yuna let you have as much fun as you wanted with her pretty long legs, and so you did, even going so far as to kiss her just inches from her pussy, which was screaming to be eaten. After distributing a few more kisses, you stood up to take her by her ankles again, bring them together in front of you and begin to massage her feet slowly.

"Tell me, miss, do you want your pussy well eaten?" you asked, looking into her eyes and noticing that her face was slightly flushed, "or do you prefer a big cock that fills you up."

"I'm tempted by both options, sir," she played along, while you kept pressing your thumbs on her sole and on the back of her foot, "but I already tried one today, I'd prefer the other option."

"As you wish, ma'am," you released her feet, separated her legs, and leaned forward while holding onto her thighs.

You breathed hot breath over her wet pussy, causing Yuna to shiver a little on her mattress. You played with her for a few more seconds, kissing and licking the contours of her slit until you finally planted your tongue flat between her folds, giving her a slow upward lick that made her moan.

After the first lick you began to move your tongue slowly up and down, tasting her silky folds to give her clit a very light suction. Yuna grabbed your hair and started moaning constantly. You kissed far and wide without stopping to use your tongue for a single moment, Yuna's fingers got tangled in your strands, and you responded by licking her pussy faster now.

In no time you were eating Shin Yuna's delicious pussy for dinner. You focused on her clit right away, giving it frantic lashes with your tongue. Her moans quickly turned into squeals of pleasure, and she began to arch her back every time you touched one of her sensitive spots. You looked up, watching her chest heave up and down as she played with her own tits, squeezing and pinching her nipples.

You pressed your fingers harder against the flesh of her thighs, making sure she didn't move them for a single second despite the fact that she had already had some prior reflexes. Her adorable whines were music to your ears. You continued to attack her clit with the tip of your tongue, occasionally dipping down her folds to collect her delicious fluids. You decided to stick a bit of your tongue inside her entrance, and as soon as you did, she let out a louder squeal. Noticing that she had enjoyed it, you left your tongue inside her and began to move it in circles as fast as you could. Yuna pulled your hair so hard you thought she was going to rip it out, and it wasn't long before she exploded in your mouth.

Yuna squirmed like a rag doll on the bed, and you held her tightly against the mattress so that her pussy wouldn't move away from your mouth while you stuck your tongue out of her and licked her folds from top to bottom. You didn't stop eating her pussy, you just lowered the intensity considerably until her orgasm gradually reduced her spasms, that's when you released her thighs, which she simply dropped to each side of your body.

You gave her pussy a few more licks, wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, and straightened up to meet her eyes.

"Satisfied, ma'am?" you asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I'll be more satisfied when you use my legs and feet to cum, oppa..." she muttered between heavy breaths, seeing your hard cock still sticky from her saliva.

You didn't even think twice before grabbing her legs and putting her on her side. You lifted her left leg, spit on your cock, letting it rest against her right leg, then lowered the leg you'd lifted back down to leave your shaft in a smooth sandwich of soft flesh. Yuna looked into your eyes, bit her lower lip and looked down, seeing the tip of your cock slightly protruding from between her thighs.

Without taking too much time you began to rock your hips back and forth, letting your cock slide completely in and out of her between her pretty, perfect thighs. You left your left hand clinging to her small waist, and the other went straight for her boob, which was starting to jiggle as your thrusts got faster and faster.

Her thighs definitely made your cock absolutely nothing to miss from her pussy, it was just as tight and soft but in a different way that was also driving you fucking crazy. Your hand squeezed her breast firmly, while your thrusts began to shake her from front to back thanks to the impact of your pelvis against her thighs.

With each of your pumps your cock also rubbed her wet pussy with the left side of it, which added an extra bit of utter and pure pleasure to your senses. You let go of her breast and her waist, only to grab her ass cheek and give it a hard squeeze, followed by a spicy spank that made her squeal. You kept your hand on her ass as you continued to use Yuna's legs for your own pleasure, and it felt so good that you closed your eyes and moaned.

"Use my feet oppa… use my feet and cum on them," she pleaded between gasps.

You did not answer anything and you limited yourself to comply with her wishes (which were also yours). You stopped the thrust of your hips and pulled your cock out from between her thighs, grabbed her around her waist and made her lie on her stomach. Yuna propped herself up on her elbows and looked over her shoulder at you, lifting her feet to place them both around your throbbing cock. Once again you spit on your hand, but this time to bring it to her feet and make them as slippery as possible.

You grabbed both of her feet and held them together, pressed against your cock to resume your frantic hip swings. Your cock slid in a very fucking hot way between her sexy feet, and both you and she thoroughly enjoyed it. Your hands couldn't go anywhere else but her feet, but you didn't care, having that perfect view of her wide ass, her hot back and her lust-filled face was more than enough to complement your ecstasy.

Her pretty feet served as your cock sleeve for the next two minutes, and between strong and intense thrusts, you began to feel blood rushing against your cock. You pumped a few more between the soles of her until you quickly stopped and pulled your shaft out of there, keeping a grip on her ankles with one hand while with the other you quickly jerked your cock off.

"That's right, oppa… give my little princess feet all your cum, please!" she moaned, watching as your hand quickly rubbed your cock.

As soon as she finished that sentence you exploded, releasing thick, hot streams of white liquid directly onto her now slightly red feet. You moaned out loud and closed your eyes for just a second as you emptied your balls between her toes and her sole. You opened your eyes again when the last jets came out of your tip, seeing Yuna's feet painted white everywhere. Your breathing was agitated. You released her ankles, and let your cock rest throbbing against her toes.

You two were silent for a few long seconds, where only both heavy breaths could be heard, when suddenly the bedroom door opened. Yuna was startled, but you were so exhausted that you didn't even flinch.

"Oops, sorry guys," Yeji apologized, walking between the beds to open a drawer in the nightstand and take out a charger, "Uh, you want toilet paper, a wet wipe, anything?"

"You could clean my cock with your mouth, right?" you asked rather boldly, raising your head to look at her sideways.

"I would, but it would lead to other things, and I don't have time for that right now darling," she wailed, then turned to Yuna, "Did you enjoy your feet being used, you little slut?"

"Shut up and give me the wet wipes, please," Yuna whined, her face flushed red between pleasure and embarrassment.

"Yeah yeah, I'm coming, don't be a crybaby," she went to a hairdresser they had in the bedroom and took the packet of wet wipes to toss it to one side of you, "Oh, by the way," she saw you, hand on the doorknob, "you can stay the night if you want, our manager won't come tomorrow and we'll watch a movie."

"But I didn't bring any more clothes..."

"So what? You can walk around naked if you want, none of us will care."

"Well, if you say so," you sighed, taking a wet washcloth and beginning to clean Yuna's feet as Yeji left the room.

"I really thought she wasn't going to come in here, what a bitch..."

"Are you satisfied now, ma'am?" you asked, now using another wet wipe for the same job.

"Quite a lot, oppa," she nodded with a wide grin, "but... can you come kiss me?"

"As you wish," you put the wet wipes aside, and went to lie down next to her body. You wrapped your arms around her body, brushed a few strands of hair from her face, and pressed your lips against hers, beginning with a kiss that would last for at least twenty more minutes.

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Spren Notes:

Here's a treat for the little jerk who insulted and annoyed me by asking me for a "part two" for Post Stress Therapy. Oh right, I blocked him lmao.

I have nothing to add here, but this is a special gift for the most die-hard lovers of Yuna's legs and feet ;).

If you, dear reader, are interested in buying me a commission, do not hesitate to go through my inbox, I’ll be delighted!

[not-magdi]

Massage

Pairing: Pablo Gavi x fem!reader

Summary: Y/N the wonderful person she is cares for her sore boyfriend.

Warnings: None, just a little spice at the end;)

Words: 1.1k

Pablo's training was longer than usual today since they had a new fitness trainer who wanted to make himself a picture of all the players and what they need to improve their physical strength.

Over the course of the day, Y/N received multiple texts from Pablo complaining about how awful and exhausting training is and if Y/N could fake an emergency so he could leave. To quote him, 'It doesn't matter what, tell them you need help to give your goldfish a bath'. 

Laughing at his text Y/N decides to surprise him at his house, cooking dinner for him and setting the couch up for a movie night. 

Standing in the kitchen and stirring some vegetables in a pan she hears keys jiggling, announcing that Pablo is home. 

Opening the door Pablo limps into the hallway, confused why the light was turned on. Stepping deeper into the house the smell of food confuses him even more. Making a B-line to the kitchen the sight before him makes a smile grow on his face. 

Having her back facing him Pablo limps over to her wrapping his arms around her waist and laying his chin on her shoulder. 

Shreaking Y/N nearly punches Pablo in the face while turning around barely missing his face. Catching her hand Pablo kisses her nose. 

"Slow there Rocky ... I'm already damaged enough," he tells her laughing.

"Jesus Pablo ... don't scare me like that again or I'll punch you with joy, the next time" Y/N exclaims while wrapping her arms around his neck. 

"I'd like to see you try," Pablo tells her with a teasing tone nuzzling his nose into her neck. 

"Yeah yeah I'll do it when you least expect it" Loosening her arms around him again Y/N turns around to grab the two plates with their dinner giving them to Pablo. 

"Could you please take them to the table I'll grab us our drinks and follow you in a moment", Pablo nods making his way to the dining room and setting the plates down. 

A few seconds later Y/N comes out of the kitchen with two full glasses of water.  Sitting down with him she sees Pablo's face twist in pain as he sits down slowly. 

"Are you alright cariño?" she decides to ask him, concern lacing her voice.

"Yeah ... I'm alright. My joints are just hurting again today" Pablo tries to assure Y/N by grabbing her hand. 

Y/N knows that because of his bow legs, his joints tend to get sore quite easily. So after trainings sessions like today, he normally has a physio session afterward to massage the pain out so he can walk normally and without any pain. 

But his physio is currently on vacation and he doesn't trust his substitute so he just accepts the pain and tries to ignore it as much as possible. 

Y/n couldn't let go of her worry for Pablo, especially after hearing him hiss while he tried to stand up to carry their plates back to the kitchen. 

After Pablo insisted to do the dishes he limped back to the living room, pain decorating his expression. 

"Do you want me to massage your legs a bit?" Y/N decides to ask him, not being able to see her boy in pain any longer.  

"Amor you don't have to," Pablo tells her, not wanting to be a burden for her. 

"I know that I don't have to ... I want to" She assures him with a soft tone.

"O-ok then ...  yes please,"  Pablo says shyly, not used to someone caring so much for him. 

"Perfect, lay down on your back amor ... I'll go grab some oil" 

Standing up Y/N goes to grab some oil as Pablo makes himself comfortable on the couch.

Returning Y/N sees him laying flat on the couch like a starfish, smiling to herself she goes around the couch to stand before him. 

"Uhm ... Pablito you will need to loose your pants otherwise it's not going to work", she tells him, smirking down at him. 

"Oh ... uh yeah ... give me a second", blushing Pablo undresses himself clumsily and lays down again, looking everywhere but Y/N's eyes.

"You don't have to go shy on me now ... nothing I haven't seen yet Pablito." She teases him, laughing as his face got even more red. 

"Would you stop teasing your poor and damaged boyfriend ... I'm already suffering enough," Pablo exclaims pouting. 

"Awww my poor baby" Y/N coos kissing his nose before applying some oil to her hands. 

Warming the oil up in her hands she starts to gently massage his joints gradually adding pressure as she hears Pablo sigh in pleasure. 

Coming to a very sore spot Pablo hisses in pain as she massages over it, starting to add pressure he groans in pain. 

"I know cariño ... a few seconds and I'm done here." Y/N coos seeing his face twist in pain as she presses her thumb on a certain spot. 

Slowly feeling the pressure and pain release he sighs in relief, relaxing his tense muscles again. 

Y/N continuous to massage his legs for the next two hours,  carefully massaging every bit that was hurting, devoting extra time to his joints. Trying to ease the tension in his legs as much as she can. 

"So ... amor I'm done how are you feeling?" standing up to wash her hands Y/N asks Pablo who is laying looking up at her with the most relaxed expression she has ever seen. 

"Bebé please be my personal physio after you finish school ... whatever you did with me it worked. I feel nothing anymore, nothing!"  Pablo wiggles his legs around, happy about being pain-free again.  

Laughing Y/N sits beside him cuddling herself into him after he dragged her down to him again. 

"I'm happy I could help ... couldn't stand seeing you in so much pain," Y/N tells him hiding her face in his neck as she pulls her on top of him. 

"Thank you Amor... you have no idea how much I appreciate that. Can I do anything in return?" Pablo asks wanting to do something for her too. 

Smirking Y/N looks up from his neck, already having something in her mind. 

"Yeah, I have an idea ... luckily you won't need your pants for that" Rolling on top of him she kisses him passionately. 

"Mhm ... I like your idea," Pablo tells her breathlessly, flipping them around so he's on top. 

Placing his hands under her sweatshirt he continues to make out with her, removing their clothes and throwing them all around the living room, making a mess no one cares about right now. 

[specialagentlokitty]

Hannibal lector x teen!reader - ensure you’re safe

Hi 👋🏻 Saw you wanted to try to write for Hannibal characters and for me the easiest way to start writing for Hannibal was to write like a therapy session with Hannibal. So thought maybe you could write teen!reader or just regular reader at a therapy session with Hannibal, of course there’s no worries if you don’t write it, just thought it might help you out <3 I will probably request something with Will later as he’s my fave character but can’t come up with anything right now - @panic-in-the-multiverse 💜

TW: mentions of abusive parents

Sitting outside in the waiting room to your new therapists office, you sighed heavily, pulling your headphones back over your head.

You weren’t sure what you wanted to do, a large part of you wanted to just leave, but you had to be there, the officer sitting next to you was there to make sure of that.

But just because you had to be there didn’t mean you had to say anything, or actually take part, you simply just had to attend the session.

You watched as a bit of paper was held out in front of your face, and you sighed, turning your gaze to the man sitting next to you, pulling your headphones back down.

“What?” You snapped.

“Don’t be rude, keep your headphones down, and please try take part.”

“I don’t see why I have to, I didn’t do shit wrong.”

“Well, apparently everybody else sees differently kiddo, so please try.”

You stuck your middle finger up at him, pulling your headphones back over your head to carry on blocking out of the world.

You weren’t paying all that much attention, but you did notice when the officer next to you stood up and you turned your head to look at him in uninterest as he spoke to the man who came out of the office.

Then he turned back to you and pushed your headphones down.

“You’re up kid, I’ll wait out here to take you home but then you’re on your own to make sure you come to these sessions, got it? Twice a week.”

“Get lost Daniels.”

“Alright, but remember no wondering off because we’ll know.”

You just scowled and he grinned a little at you, holding up your bag for you to take as you stood up.

“This is Doctor Hannibal Lector, he’s going to be your new therapist, be polite, respectful, and remember to keep your temper.” Daniels warned.

You said nothing as he left, and you turned to the therapist.

“Hello (Y/N), would you like to come in?”

You set your bag down and sat down back in the chair you were waiting in.

Hannibal smiled slightly, and closing his office door, walking over to sit next to you, sitting forward slightly, clasping his hands together.

He took a moment to study you, how uninterested you were, the fact you wouldn’t even look at him, you were dressed in ripped jeans, well worn trainers, a hoodie.

But it was your face that he was drawn to, the stitches on your eyebrow, a little bit of dried blood just at the side, clearly you had ripped one or two earlier that day. What looked to be a broken nose, split lip, and from the brief glance of your knuckles he had gotten they were bruised and blooded.

He made a few mental notes before he finally spoke first, seeing you weren’t going to initiate a conversation with him.

“Would you like to start by telling me a little bit about yourself?” He asked.

“No.”

“Well, how about we start with why you’re here. Why have you been referred to me (Y/N)?”

“You have my file. You know why.” You grumbled.

“Yes, I am aware this is court mandated therapy. I would like to know why you think you were sentenced to therapy, what are your thoughts about this?”

You didn’t say anything, you just slumped down in the chair, pulling your hood up so he wasn’t able to look at you.

“You have no interest in being here.” He noted.

“Nope.”

“I see, yet you’re staying for what reason? What happens if you walk out of those doors before our session has ended?”

You didn’t say anything, and he just sat there silently for the rest of the session with you.

Every session went the same, you would sit outside, refuse to come in or answer his questions, then the pair of you would sit outside the office while he read or made notes and you listened to your music.

It went that way for nearly two months, and Hannibal followed the same routine this time around, opening his office door and you looked up at him.

He paused, taking in your bloodied hoodie and nose.

“(Y/N), what happened?” He asked.

You got up, and he stepped aside, holding the door for you as you walked in for the first time since you began to see him.

Hannibal carefully closed the door, watched as you walked around until you stopped by the ladders and you sat down on them.

“There are more comfortable places to sit if you would prefer.”

“I’m fine.”

He hummed a little bit, sitting in a chair as he looked over at you.

You were one to keep your distance, so he wanted to respect that boundary and stayed where he was on the other side of the room.

“Are you? In the two months that we have known one another you have never stepped foot inside my office until now. Today is the only day you have come in looking as if you were in a fight just before arriving.”

You didn’t say anything.

“I have read your file numerous times, you’re known for your rather unpleasant temper, you have been arrest on multiple occasions for assault, your most previous charge is listed as aggregated assault.”

“So what?” You snapped slightly.

“There is no need to get angry, I am not here to judge you. I am simply here to assist you, find out why you are so angry all the time and what led to your anger.”

You pulled the sleeve of your hoodie down, pressing it to your nose, wiping some of the blood on it.

Hannibal got up, walking over he took the handkerchief from his pocket and held it out to you, making sure he kept his distance.

“I don’t need your help…” you grumbled.

“Well, blood can be rather hard to wash out of clothing, you may ruin your jacket if you keep that up.”

“It’s a hoodie.”

Hannibal chuckled slightly.

“Very well, you will ruin your hoodie.”

“Like I said, don’t need your help.”

Hannibal sighed, laying the handkerchief down on the floor just a few steps away from your and he clasped his hands behind his back.

“You are a deeply mistrusting person, I understand that. But perhaps if you are willing to give someone a chance you will see that some people can be trusted.”

You glanced up at him, then quickly averted your gaze, going back to looking at the floor instead, but he knew you were watching him.

You had your head lowered, but just barely high enough to look at his shoes.

“Who hurt you?” He pressed carefully.

“What makes you think I didn’t start it?”

“The lack of bruises or scrapes on your hands, your clothes are rather dirty, defensive wounds I would say. Am I correct?”

You shrugged a little bit.

“Maybe I just like it, getting into fights and all.”

“I have a reason that perhaps you don’t enjoy it.”

You looked up at Hannibal, getting up and you stuffed your hands into the pockets of your jeans.

“Maybe I do. Maybe it fun, beating the crap out of someone until their blood is all over their face, watching as they beg me to stop, to leave them alone. Maybe I like the fear in the eyes.” You taunted.

“Is that so?”

Hannibal watched as you studied him, getting a read on him, trying size him up to see if you could take him on in a fight or not.

“Do you want to hurt me (Y/N)?”

You didn’t say anything.

“Who do you really want to hurt? When you get into all these fights you claim to enjoy, who do you think off when you’re knocking them to the ground and beating them within an inch of their lives?”

“No one.”

“Anybody with that much rage thinks of somebody, targets somebody.”

You just scoffed, making your way past him to head to the door.

You left without another wait, having reached the exact time limit of the session and Hannibal walked over to his desk, opening his book.

He wrote down what you had told him, and sat reflecting on it.

Clearly you were an angry person, you were a teenager with a lot of anger and hatred, but not at the world.

It was directed at one single person, because if your anger was random he had no doubt in his mind you would’ve already tried to attack him, but you didn’t.

You simply just refused to acknowledge whatever he said, you didn’t attempt to hurt him.

Intimidate? Yes. But not hurt.

It was a few days when your next session came around, and you walked into the office once more, taking a seat in your usual spot, this time a little more slowly.

Hannibal frowned, but carried on his session.

And he began to pick up on every time you came into the sessions either hurt, or fresh out of a fight.

And the timeframe between these seemed to get smaller and smaller, up until the point today.

Hannibal opened his door and you looked worse than ever as you pushed past him, dripping some blood on to the floor, limping into the middle of the room.

You took a few shoe breaths and he closed the door, making his way over to you.

“(Y/N), can you hear me?”

You slowly turned to him, nodding your head, stumbling a couple of steps.

“Tell me what happened? Who did this to you?”

You shook your head, slowly sitting down on the floor so you wouldn’t have to get blood on any of his furniture.

“Stay here, I will call the police, and for an ambulance.”

“No!”

Hannibal turned at your outburst, and you looked at him, rage with slight fear mixed in your eyes.

“Don’t you dare, don’t… don’t call anyone…” you warned.

“Alright.”

Hannibal set his phone back down and he walked over, kneeling down in front of you, resting an arm on his leg.

“Tell me what happened.”

You took a small breath, leaning back on one of your hands.

“I fucked up… real bad doctor Lector… like.. like real bad…”

“I need you to tell me what happened.” He pressed carefully.

You sighed a little bit.

“He got drunk again, got pissed, I talked back. He swung for me so I fought back, hit him with a chair. She got pissed at me, pushed me down a few stairs.”

“Who is the ‘he’ you keep referring to?”

“My dad.”

Hannibal nodded his head.

“I assume the ‘she’ would then be your mother?”

“Bingo, right on the money doc. I can see why you’re a therapist.”

Hannibal noticed how you deflected the serious topic with unserious remarks or a slightly snappy tone towards him.

“I see, you are aware that I have to call the police, and I strongly recommend you allow me to take you to the hospital. A fall down the stairs is not something to take so lightly.”

“You call police and I’m gone.”

“Why?”

You stayed quiet, shifting a little with pain and he sighed.

“You have strong issues with authority, but unfortunately I have to call them, I have a duty of care to ensure your well-being. Which means if I suspect that someone or yourself will cause you harm I have to report it. I can request to be with you every step of the way if that makes you comfortable.”

You pushed yourself up with a grunt of pain, stumbling a few steps backwards and Hannibal quickly stood up, placing his hand on your back to keep you stable.

You moved away quickly, and made your way to the door.

“At least allow me to take you to the hospital.” Hannibal said.

He turned around to get his keys from his desk and when he turned around you were gone.

He sighed, picking up his phone in order to call for your parole officer.

He had had the number his his phone since the first session, but he had never had to call the officer about you.

Not until now.

He quickly relayed on the fact that you had come into his officer severely injured.

You hadn’t made it far when Daniels picked you up, despite the fact you tried running you couldn’t exactly outrun a police officer in your injured state and you were taken to the hospital.

The ran some tests, stitched up your cuts, and placed you in a room while you awaited the results of your tests.

“So, want to tell me what happened?” Daniels asked.

“Go fuck yourself.” You growled.

“Hey, I want to help kid. But I can’t if I don’t know what happened to you.”

“You know what happened you prick, you all know what happened but you won’t do fuck all about it!”

“Calm down right now.”

“Or what?!”

You ripped the IV out of your arm, and you stood up, nearly falling to the side but you didn’t falter.

Daniels stood up as well.

“You can’t do shit.”

“Look, doctor lector is on his way, and they’re taking your parents in for questioning right now but you need to stay here.”

“Like fuck do I have to stay here. You can’t hold me for shit.”

You barged past him, throwing down the tray as he tried to follow you.

It would stall him for a few minutes while nurses and doctors quickly tried to gathering everything up so nobody would get hurt.

You left the hospital, making your way to your usual hideout spot when you didn’t want to go home.

It wasn’t the best, an old and abandoned construction site, but it was full of more than enough hiding places, and you went to your favourite one.

Sitting in the concrete pipe, you rested your back on a blanket you had in there, closing your eyes as you breathed through the discomfort.

Your phone was ringing endlessly, and you turned it off, getting bored of hearing the sound.

Though the silence was helpful when it came to hearing the creaking of the large metal gate being opened and closed.

“(Y/N), I know you’re here, come out so we can talk!” Hannibal called.

You stayed quiet.

You knew he would eventually and it only took a few minutes for him to appear at the entrance to your hiding spot.

He offered you a gentle smile.

“You need to go back to the hospital.”

“No.”

“Your parents are currently in custody, you’re safe. Nobody here is going to hurt you, nobody there will hurt you either.”

You scoffed.

“You really believe that? Give it a day or two, they’ll be back out.”

“Yet you always go back, why?”

“Because I have to, court order. Every. Single. Time.”

Hannibal sighed, and he offered you a reassuring smile.

“Come with me, I assure you that no more harm will come to you.”

You didn’t believe him, you simply just left the other end of the pipe you were sat in and Hannibal got up to follow you.

“You have internal bleeding, if you do not go back to the hospital you’ll die within hours.”

“Great, makes life easier for everybody. Gives me a way out.”

“Do you wish to die?”

You paused, giving the man a chance to walk over to you and stand in front of you.

“Do you wish to die (Y/N)?”

“No.”

“So, allow me to take you back to the hospital then. We will let the surgeons fix whatever inside you is bleeding, then when you wake up I will be right there waiting.”

“Yeah, and they’ll be there too.”

“You have my word, you parents will not be allowed in the room.”

You scoffed.

“Yeah, I’ll take my chances bleeding internally.”

“What if I can prove to you that they won’t be allowed in the same room as you?”

This seemed to gain your interested, and he gestured to the front of the construction sight.

“Do you see that man over there?”

You nodded.

“His name is Jack Crawford, he works for the FBI. He has read over your case file, he along with another agent will be outside your room the entire time you are there in recovery while we sort a safer place for you.”

Hannibal held his hand out to you.

“Do you trust me, even just a little bit?”

You looked at him, and you slowly nodded your head.

Hannibal smiled, walking over and he reached out, wrapping his arm around you, letting you hold his other arm to steady yourself while you both walked.

“They will never hurt you again (Y/N).”

Hannibal helped you into his car and got into the drivers seat, adjusting the mirror, wiping the little bit of blood that was on it so you wouldn’t see it

[lecsainz]

from pit stop to push-up

pairings: lando norris (platonic) x driver!reader

summary: you go to the gym "of your own free will" with lando.

authors note: I can say that I love writing about the reader driver and her friendship with the drivers. in my head, she and lando would be the most chaotic duo on the grid.

word count: 770

☆. . . masterlist!

Y/N groaned as she pulled herself out of bed, dreading the upcoming workout with her trainer. She knew it would be tough, but she also knew it was necessary if she wanted to stay in peak physical condition for the racing season.

As she made her way to the gym, she spotted her teammate Lando Norris chatting with some other athletes. She tried to slip past him unnoticed, but Lando spotted her and called out a greeting.

"Hey Y/N, what's up? Ready for some training?" he asked, grinning.

Y/N scowled. "I'm never ready for training. You know that, Lando. It's always a nightmare."

Lando laughed. "Ah, come on. It's not that bad. Besides, I hear your trainer has some new exercises that are supposed to be killer."

Y/N rolled her eyes. "Great. Just what I need."

They entered the gym and met up with their trainer, who greeted them with a wicked smile. Y/N knew she was in for a tough session.

As they started their workout, Y/N couldn't help but complain. She grumbled about the exercises, the weights, the reps, and everything in between. Lando just laughed and teased her, making her even more frustrated.

But as they neared the end of their session, things took a chaotic turn. Y/N was in the middle of a difficult set of squats when she suddenly lost her balance and stumbled. She crashed into Lando, who was doing pull-ups on a nearby bar, causing him to lose his grip and fall to the floor.

Their trainer rushed over to see if they were okay, but Y/N and Lando were too busy laughing to answer. They helped each other up and continued joking and teasing each other, making light of the accident.

As they left the gym, Y/N realized that despite the chaos and the tough workout, she had enjoyed herself. She felt grateful for the camaraderie she shared with her teammate and the support of her trainer.

"Same time next week?" Lando asked, still grinning.

Y/N groaned, but she couldn't help but smile. "Sure, why not? But maybe we should stick to individual workouts next time."

Lando just laughed. "Where's the fun in that?"

As Y/N and Lando finished their workout, they said their goodbyes and headed off in different directions. Y/N, thinking the training was over, started to head towards the exit, but her coach called her back.

"Hold on, Y/N. We still have one more exercise to do." Her coach insisted.

"Oh come on, coach! I'm already exhausted. Can't we just call it a day?" Y/N complained, already tired.

The coach finding amusement in the excuse she always gave and simply replied with the same thing after every training session. "Nope, we need to work on your endurance. Let's go, one more round."

Y/N groaned, but reluctantly followed her coach to the next exercise. As she started the workout, she couldn't help but complain. "Why do I even bother coming here? This is torture."

Your coach stated the obvious. "Because you want to be a better driver, right?"

Y/N joked. "Yeah, but I don't want to die trying."

Lando, who had come back to retrieve his forgotten phone from the gym locker, overheard Y/N's complaints and couldn't help but laugh.

"Come on, Y/N. You can do it. Don't be such a baby." Lando made a joke about his best friend.

"Easy for you to say, Mr. Fit and Fabulous. You probably do this in your sleep." She stuck her tongue out at him.

Lando struck a pose, flexing some of his muscles. "Hey now, I work hard for this body."

Y/N rolled her eyes, "Well, you can keep it. I'll take a pizza and a nap any day." saying dreamily.

Everyone laughed as Y/N finished up the workout, feeling both exhausted and relieved that it was over.

Y/N celebrated. "Finally! Can we go get some food now?"

"Sure, but don't forget to stretch first." The coach spoke, interrupting the celebration.

"Oh, come on! Can't I just skip it?" She said, trying to convince him.

"No, you can't skip it. You know the rules." The coach gave her a playful look.

Y/N grumbled as she begrudgingly started to stretch, but deep down she knew her coach was right. If she wanted to be the best driver she could be, she had to put in the work, no matter how tough it was.

[sluttywoozi]

One More | Woojin x f!reader

Rating: M (18+) | WC: ~5.5k | Pairing: woojin x reader | Genre: romance, smut

Woojin has been your personal trainer for the last six months. He would be lying if he said that's all he wants to be.

Suggested by: an anon 💖

Warnings: food, oral (both receiving), hair pulling, unprotected sex, creampie, overstimulation, cum eating

Reader Notes: has breasts and a vagina; physique is not specified, just that they’ve grown stronger; it’s mentioned that woojin can squat their body weight but this is fiction so he can squat anything we want him to; woojin lifts reader mmmmmultiple times; wap

“One more,” Woojin instructs, watching as you strain to lift the dumbbells over your head for the last time. It’s been six months since he started training you, six months since he felt his heart somersault in his chest at first glance, six months since this crush started growing. Now, it’s bigger than his biceps, bigger than his calves, even.

Now, he can barely stand to look at you in your cute little workout gear. Can barely stand to listen to you huff and grunt with the exercises he puts you through. Can barely stand to smell your sweet perfume, tinged by the salt of well-earned sweat. It all makes him think of having a relationship with you beyond being your personal trainer.

Which is why he’s ecstatic that today is the last day of your contract. It means he can finally ask you out, finally see if you think of him as more than someone who bosses you around in the gym. Maybe it’ll even be your turn to boss him around.

You seem the opposite though. You seem more lethargic than normal, less excited to follow his instruction, less interested in proving your strength, very unlike your past sessions. He wonders if you think this will be the last you see of him, and can’t help the little smile that rises to his lips at the idea of you preemptively missing him.

“Good job, Y/N, perfect last set,” he praises you, watching as you slowly lower the dumbbells and drop them on the ground, bending at the waist to catch your breath.

He stubbornly keeps his eyes on the wall instead of your shapely ass, unwilling to indulge his baser urges so long as you’re his client. Even if you weren’t, he’d still try to focus on your gains instead of your assets, though it would be a lot easier to let his gaze stray down if you weren’t currently paying him to train you.

That will be over soon enough, and he’ll be able to do the one thing he’s been dreaming of since he first got to know you - ask you out on a date.

Sure, he’s dreamed of other things with you, things that include naked bodies and messed up sheets and ruffling the perfect image you always seem to maintain. But before any of that, he really just wants to take you out on a date.

He’s already got the perfect place in mind, his favorite spicy stir-fried pork joint, and he knows exactly what he would wear and exactly what he would say.

Things like:

“So, did you know that I can squat your bodyweight?”

“I also have my own apartment.”

“I’m great with kids, I used to be a kindergarten PE teacher!”

Before any of that, he says, “Great work, Y/N, I’ve really enjoyed watching you grow over the past six months.”

You smile shyly and thank him, saying that you never would have picked up the weights if it weren’t for him encouraging you. He doesn’t know that that’s true, you seem to be someone who can do anything once you’ve got it set in your mind, but he’s happy to accept your gratitude nonetheless.

He’s even happier as he walks with you to the front desk of the gym, knowing that at this point, you’d usually say goodbye and, “See you next session.”

This time, he sidles up a bit closer to you than normal, watching as you fill out the end of service survey and waiting for the right moment. You dot your last i, cross your last t, and hand over the paperwork with a smile. That’s when he strikes.

“So… what are your plans now?” He asks as casually as he can, looking around the gym before letting his eyes meet yours apprehensively.

“Taking your teachings and trying to work out on my own, I guess,” you say with a shrug, your gaze darting between his face and his pecs.

“Well, just because I'm not your trainer anymore doesn’t mean you have to be alone. We could always work out together,” he offers, continuing, “We could even go grab something to eat, if you wanted. I know a place with the best spicy pork you’ll ever eat.”

His heart pounds, every muscle in his body tense as he waits for your response.

“Really? I didn’t think we’d get to keep in touch after the contract ended.”

He can’t tell how you’re feeling from your voice, can only go off of the interactions he’s had with you in the past and the soft expression on your face as he formulates an answer.

“That’s usually how it goes,” he agrees. “But I… I want to see more of you. I don’t want this to be the end.”

You light up, a sweet smile stretching your lips as you bounce in your sneakers in the cutest expression of excitement he’s ever seen.

“Could we go get that spicy pork now?” You ask, before the sweat has even cooled on your skin.

And he can’t feel anything but happiness, can’t say anything but, “Yeah, yeah, we can. Let me bring the car around.”

The date is everything. Conversation flows the whole time, alternating between you getting so excited to tell him something you almost can’t pace yourself and him getting so excited to respond he almost can’t stop from saying, “Hey, while we’re at it, be my girlfriend and maybe also marry me?”

He learns more about you, about what you get up to when you’re not in the gym, where your interests lie and how you like to live, and you learn more about him. You learn about his time in the Marines and Geonwoo and all that happened before he decided to put boxing on the backburner. You learn everything, and you tell him everything, and by the time your plates are empty and your stomachs are full, he feels like he knows you inside and out.

He wants to know you better though, wants to really know you, in every sense of the word. And the only way to do that is to ask you back to his place. Sure, he only has a twin bed, and sure, his apartment is messy as all hell, but he wants you to see him as he is, and this is the first step.

“Do you think maybe you’d want to… come back to mine? No pressure, of course, I just don’t want to say goodbye yet.”

You beam, breathe, “Let’s go,” and stand gracefully, pushing your chair in and fixing your chopsticks when they fall off the plate. He leads you from the restaurant to his car, his hand tingling at his side with the desire to tangle his fingers with yours. He pulls the passenger side door open and stays until you climb in, closing the door and jogging around to his side when he hears your seatbelt click.

The drive is short, his apartment isn’t far from the spicy pork place, and all he can think about on the way there is resting his hand on your thigh.

He doesn’t feel that bold yet, so instead he holds your hand as he tugs you up the stairs to his apartment, his heart racing in his chest as he unlocks the door and ushers you inside.

He intends to give you time to look around but you don’t seem to need it, stepping into his space and making him gasp before he reminds himself that he’s a Marine and he can adapt to anything, including having you so close he can feel your breasts pressing against his chest.

His hands settle on your hips, holding you to him as he leans in, his lips just a breath from yours. He can almost feel you, almost taste you, and it’s taking everything he has to hold himself back.

He doesn’t want you thinking this is just a hookup though, that all he wants you for is your body, the body he’s been working out for six months.

“I really like you, can I kiss you?” he breathes, grinning when you murmur back, “I really, really like you, Woojin. Please do.”

That’s enough for him to press his lips to yours in a kiss that only gets deeper and deeper, one that warms him from his head to his toes, one that stokes the fire that’s been simmering in his belly since he first set eyes on you.

He swipes his tongue over your bottom lip and delves inside when you open up for him, his tongue tangling with yours as you sigh into his mouth, the sensation making him want to kiss you for all the rest of time.

He has other plans though, plans that include laying you out on his twin bed and showing you his hands are good for something other than spotting you. So he walks you to his bedroom, keeping his lips locked with yours and spinning to press you up against his bedroom door as soon as he has it closed.

His hands are firm on your hips, his grip tight as he all but pants into your mouth, his need pulling him even closer to you until his hardening cock is digging into your stomach. He knows you can feel it but he doesn’t care, can’t care about anything but keeping his lips on yours and your body under his palms for as long as you’ll allow it.

“Bed,” you gasp against his lips, pushing at his chest with hands that linger, that trail down to drag over the ridges of his abdomen before you remember your goal and use some of your newfound strength to push him away and onto the bed. The mattress dips with his weight and drops further when he pulls you into his lap, spreading his legs to make a good seat for you as he leans back on his hands and stares.

You’re so gorgeous on top of him like this, your confidence shining through in the way you drag your hands over your body, pushing your tits up and together in your tight sports tank. He fights to keep a whine from escaping at the sight of you, but you’re a fucking wet dream come to life and Woojin is weak.

Entranced as he is, he still snaps to attention when you go still as a statue on top of him. There’s a look of alarm on your face, and he immediately sits up and asks, “What’s wrong? Do you want to stop?”

“Um, nothing is wrong, per se. It’s just that… I got all sweaty earlier and it would be one thing if you were sweaty too but you’re not so I’m-”

“We could do it in the shower!” He rushes to accommodate you, cringing at the way he cut you off and whispering, “Sorry.”

“No, no! The shower works!” You agree with a grin, sliding to one side and biting your lip as your center brushes over his thigh. He shudders under you, his eyes slipping closed at the heat between your legs, and he has to take you by the hips and lift you off of him to stop himself from dragging you right back into his lap.

Instead, he directs you to the bathroom, gets the shower going, and settles back against the sink, pulling you into his chest and leaning in for another kiss. You meet him in the middle, pressing your lips to his and winding your arms around his neck. One of your hands slips into his hair and he moans when you scratch your nails against his scalp, then you take a handful and pull.

You don’t tug hard, just enough to give him a full body shiver, but it still makes his hips buck into you without his permission. The pressure feels so good on his aching cock, and he can’t help but grind into your stomach as your lips move against his.

Steam fogs up the bathroom but neither of you notice, too wrapped up in each other to realize the shower is more than hot enough for you to get in. He kisses you and kisses you and kisses you until his lips are sore and his dick is too, and when he finally finds the will to break away from you, he’s utterly bewitched.

Your lips are swollen, your beautiful eyes closed, and there’s a glow to you that makes him want to drop to his knees and make you shine. But he can’t forget why you stopped him before, and the last thing he wants to do is make you feel self conscious, so he nods his cloud-filled head to the shower and lets you go when you step away.

You undress in tandem, Woojin’s eyes involuntarily snapping to your breasts when your top clears your head. They’re yours so they’re perfect, and it takes all the restraint he has not to lean in and see how much of one he can fit in his mouth. Then his eyes drop to your cute tummy, and your squeezable hips, and-

Fuck, oh fuck. You’re taking off your yoga pants and your panties come right with them, and before he knows it, you’re completely bare before him. He’s so distracted, he stops all movement, just gazing at your goddess-like form as if he’ll never get to look at you again.

You step closer to him, tuck your fingers in the waistband of his gym shorts and boxer-briefs, and ask, “Can I?”

“Please,” he breathes, his eyes finally on your face again as you pull his lower layers off, his rock hard cock springing up between your body and his. You sink to the floor along with his clothing, your head tilting to keep eye contact as you settle on your knees.

“Baby, you can’t. I’ll fucking cum,” he begs, shaking his head and cupping your cheek when you pout.

“You can’t get hard again? For me?” You flutter your eyelashes at him and let your tongue sweep over your kiss-swollen bottom lip, and he’s a goner.

“Fuck, for you? Of course I can,” he gives up and gives in, watching as your lips stretch in a pleased, slightly evil grin before you press them to the head of his cock in a soft kiss. The sight you make is one he’ll never forget, his eyes trailing over you and committing every inch to memory, until they land on your knees.

You’re kneeling on the cold tile, and they’ll probably hurt when you stand up, and Woojin just can’t have that.

“Hold on, babe,” he says, shuddering when you take hold of his cock and lick a thick stripe up the side.

You pull away, letting go of his dick and staring up at him with concerned eyes.

He turns around and dips into the cabinet for a towel, laying it out and gesturing for you to rest your knees on the fabric instead of the floor. Seemingly endeared, you smile sweetly and shuffle onto the towel before grabbing his cock and swallowing half of it in one go.

A sharp moan punches out of his chest and he has to brace himself against the counter, the wet heat of your mouth enough to make his head spin and his knees weak as you start to bob up and down on his dick. This feels better than any other head ever has, and maybe that’s because it’s been a while, but he thinks it’s because it’s you.

You, who brought him protein rich desserts when he mentioned missing sweets. You, who held his hand when he got teary talking about everything he and Geonwoo went through. You, who regularly makes him laugh so much his stomach hurts.

You, the only person he’s wanted for the last six months.

And now he finally has you, and you’re on your knees for him, and his cock is halfway down your throat.

Woojin is the luckiest bastard on this planet.

“You’re so good, baby. You make me feel so fucking good,” he whines, aching to let his head fall back and his eyes fall closed. He wants to watch you more, needs to see your lips stretched around his dick as you move up and down on him.

You start to stroke what you can’t fit in your mouth, your hand warm and soft on him and also, unfortunately, exactly enough to push him over the edge. He was so captivatedby you that he didn’t even notice he was getting close, and just when his dick starts jumping and leaking precum in your mouth, he tries to pull back.

Only you don’t let him, tightening your grip on his cock and sucking harder, your watering eyes staring into his as you moan plaintively.

“You want me to cum in your mouth? Oh fuck, fuck, fuck,” he groans, letting the wave overtake him and not even trying to stay afloat.

There’s a roaring in his ears and a rush of pure bliss when he cums, his balls drawing up tight as they start to empty in your throat. You swallow around him, moaning like you love the taste, and Woojin can only whimper in response, the vibrations echoing throughout his entire body and intensifying every sharp burst of pleasure.

When it’s over, his voice is hoarse and his head is vacant, every rational thought sucked out of his brain through his dick. He wonders if you swallowed them too.

Before he gets too sensitive, you release him and sit back with a satisfied smirk, licking away any traces of white left on your lips. He wants to drop to his own knees and lay you out on his bathroom floor but he has a sneaking suspicion you’d think that’s unsanitary so instead, he hauls you up to stand in front of him and kisses you until you’re as brainless as he is.

He can taste himself but he’s not afraid of that, maybe even likes it when it’s on your tongue, and just when he’s starting to get carried away, he remembers the mission here. He needs to get you in the shower so you can feel comfortable, and he only has so much hot water to waste.

So he walks forward, holding onto your hips to steady you as you take step after step backwards before opening the door and murmuring into your mouth, “Step up, there we go,” as he helps you over the threshold of the shower.

It feels like a different world in the small, steamy cubicle. It’s barely big enough for Woojin alone and with you, there’s even less room, but he doesn’t mind when it means he gets to feel your naked body pressed against his. He’s not sure if you want to get your hair wet so he blocks the spray for now, the hot water pounding on his back like a massage.

“Can I wash you?” He asks, knowing it’s an intimate request and hoping you’ll say yes.

You nod and smile softly, and he switches the handheld on so he can control the stream of water. He lets it lay at your feet as he lathers up his hands and starts to trail them over you methodically, beginning with your arms and moving inward. His cock twitches when he glides his hands over your tits, the image of them all soapy and shiny something he wants embossed on his brain for the rest of his life.

He presses a kiss to your stomach before he covers it in body wash too, slowly dropping to his knees as he travels down your body, leaving nothing untouched. Your eyes are closed but he can tell you’re relaxing, the remaining tension in your bones seeping out as he washes down your legs, gently scrubbing one foot and then the other.

He doesn’t have anything unscented to wash your more delicate parts with so he rinses the rest of your body with the handheld before offering it to you and turning to give you some privacy.

He knows you’re done when he feels you press yourself against his back, wrapping your arms around his waist and resting your head against him in a hug. He switches off the handheld, folds his arms over yours, and starts to sway on his feet, until the water hitting him suddenly turns to ice.

“Shit,” he swears, fumbling to turn the shower off and failing only three times before he finally gets it. You giggle at his back, shielded from the chill thanks to his big body, and take the opportunity to rub your hands up and down his chest to both warm him up and feel him up.

He’s appreciative of both, but the cold shocked him out of the slow, syrupy state he found himself in and now all he can think about is getting his mouth on you. He turns in your arms, reaches for the towel he keeps hanging off the shower door, and wraps it around you, carefully patting you dry before picking you up and stepping out of the cubicle.

You gasp when he lifts you, shiver when he sets you down on his bathroom counter, whimper when he sinks to his knees again. Sucking kisses up your inner thighs, he whispers, “I wanna taste you so fucking bad, will you let me?”

“Yes, Woojin, yes,” you breathe, spreading your legs to make room for him as he lifts one thigh then the other onto his shoulders. He doesn’t waste any time, licking right into you and groaning at the arousal he finds. Sure, you’re a little damp with water but water doesn’t taste this fucking good, doesn’t coat his tongue like this or elicit a sigh of pleasure or make his dick hard. That’s all you, and all he can do is cover your cunt with his mouth and breathe you in.

In his dreams, he gets right to making you feel good, brings you up to the edge of an orgasm with ease, pushes you over before you even get your hands on him. Now, he’s selfish. He wants to taste every square centimeter of you, wants you dripping down his chin, wants to lick his lips tomorrow and still find traces of your wetness. It should be about you but he just can’t help himself when you’re this hot, this drenched, this delicious.

It must still feel good though, because you’re moaning and squirming and clutching his hair, getting wetter and wetter by the minute. His tongue dips into your entrance and he’s in paradise, your taste so much headier at the source. He can feel your walls squeezing down on his tongue, feel how bad you want to cum for him, and finally, finally, he overcomes his greed to put you first.

One of his arms wraps around your thigh so he can reach your clit with his fingers, starting to rub circles into the swollen bundle of nerves as he shoves his tongue as deep inside of you as it can go. He fucks you with it, swirling over your clit all the while, until you begin to tremble and gasp above him. You must be getting close, so he doesn’t change anything except for involuntarily moaning into you on repeat, the taste and texture of your pussy pulling sound after sound from him.

He’s getting hard again, he can feel it, feel the blood rushing from his head down to his dick, feel his cock resting against his thigh as it grows, feel his balls start to fill up as he slides his tongue in and out of you. Already, he’s thinking about replacing his tongue with his cock, but he wants to make you cum first because you deserve that and more, damnit.

You deserve softness and sweetness and love, and maybe that’s what this is for Woojin, maybe he’s soft and sweet just for you, maybe he is in love. The thought draws a sharp groan from him, his heart clenching with the idea of loving you and actually getting to have you like he’s wanted for half the year.

It’s enough to push you over the edge, or perhaps it’s the quickening circles he’s rubbing into your clit, or the tongue that won’t stop spreading your walls. Either way, he feels your orgasm like it’s his own, his cock twitching and jerking and leaking precum as you shake and whimper and gush onto his face.

He only pulls away when you drag him by the hair, sparking a whine from deep in his chest both at the sensation and at the thought of leaving your perfect cunt.

Then you whimper, “Fuck me, Woojin. I want you inside of me.”

Fucking hell.

He springs to his feet, his dick bouncing with the movement, and steps into the space between your thighs, pulling one of your legs up around his waist as he presses closer. “Do we need a condom?”

“I’m on birth control and I tested negative at my last checkup.”

“Same. Well, not the birth control but the-”

“Woojin, please, get in me. We’ve waited long enough,” you beg, your hips wiggling and your arms wrapping around his neck.

“Right, right, right,” he gasps, lining himself up with your entrance and starting to push inside.

He’s so fucking thankful you made him cum before because there’s no way he would have lasted, even through this. The feeling of your cunt forming to him, wrapping around him, hugging him, is enough to bring tears to his eyes, and when he finally bottoms out inside of you? It’s like nothing he’s ever felt, like heaven and sin and pure indulgence, and instantly, he knows no one else will ever feel this good, will ever make him feel this good.

“How is it?” He forces out, holding his breath as he holds himself back, needing to hear that you’re alright before he lets himself go.

“Fucking perfect. God, I’m so full,” you cry out, your muscles clenching around him as you adjust to his thickness.

“Can I move?”

“I’ll kill you if you don’t.”

The threat shouldn’t make him hotter but it does, makes him want to pull out and bend you over the counter so he can really pound into you. So he does, drawing his hips back and pulling out of you completely, much to your obvious and vocal disapproval.

You quiet down when he picks you up off the vanity and spins you around, draping the hand towel over the sharp edge of the linoleum so it doesn’t dig into your hips as he presses his palm to the center of your back and pushes you down.

You go easily, arching your back and spreading your legs for him when he drags the head of his cock through your folds. He didn’t expect you to get so pliant when he bent you over but he’s absolutely not complaining, especially when you’re making it even easier for him to fuck you brainless.

He sinks back in, filling you in one thrust, and takes hold of your hips for leverage as he begins to pound into you. The sounds are obscene, the slapping of skin on skin and squelching of his cock pushing into your tight, wet cunt making his whole body flush. He can’t look away from the place where you’re connected, where he’s splitting you open, where you’re letting him inside of you, until he realizes he can watch your face in the mirror.

He looks up, only to find you already watching him, your eyes heavy lidded and full of heat. Your eyelashes are fluttering just like your pussy is, and little gasps and moans escape your parted lips with every buck of his hips into yours. He feels himself melt, feels all of his strength and willpower and restraint evaporate away as he gazes at you, at the masterpiece you are.

He wants to talk to you but he can’t find the words, can’t make his mouth form around anything but your name, can’t force his vocal cords to make any sound but broken moans and whines. He lets his eyes do the talking instead, locking them with yours in the mirror and letting you see everything.

The gentleness, the passion, the love he feels for you, he lets you see it all, and as he fucks you into the counter, he starts to see the same things reflected back at him in your eyes. It seems neither of you need words, six months of working together allowing you to read each other like a book.

He hopes you can read how fucking close he’s getting, because it’s not like he can warn you. All he can do is wriggle a hand between your hips and the counter and get his fingers on your clit, thrumming the little bud as he starts rutting into you, too desperate for your pussy to even think of pulling out enough to thrust.

He pushes up on his toes so he can angle his cock down, grinding the head into your g-spot and hoping it’ll all be enough to push you over the edge. He’s gasping for air now, his head spinning and his dick like steel inside of you as he starts to leak precum. You shudder beneath him and tense up, one continuous moan leaving you as you break for him.

The second your walls seize up around his cock, he’s a goner, his hips jerking into yours as he fills you with spurt after spurt of white hot cum. He can’t look away from your face even as stars dot his gaze, utterly entranced by the way your perfect mouth has fallen open and your beautiful eyes have fallen closed.

You’re still clenching down on him, still so tight and hot and wet that he can’t help but fuck his cum deeper into you, his hand on your hip pulling you back onto his slowly softening cock. He’s so sensitive, the pleasure of it almost burns in his stomach, but the way you’re squeezing him makes him wonder if you could go one more time.

His fingers paused on your clit while he was cumming so he starts up gentle little circles, feeling you writhe and buck in overstimulation as he builds you up again, sinking in deep and staying there while he rubs harder and faster. His voice finally comes back to him, and once he starts talking, he finds he can’t stop.

“You’re so fucking beautiful like this, full of my cock and full of my cum.”

“God, I want to have you all the time, I just wanna do this forever.”

“Six months I’ve been jerking off to the thought of you and now here we are, I can’t fucking believe it.”

You just whimper and whine beneath him, your swollen clit throbbing under his fingertips as he fucks you into one final orgasm, your clenching walls and sweet sounds enough to pull the last little bit of cum from his aching cock.

He pulls out slowly, the heat and pressure of your cunt too much for his hypersensitive dick, and his eyes finally leave your face to watch as his cum spills out of your stretched pussy. It’s a gorgeous sight, one he’s only ever dreamed of, and before he knows it, he’s sinking down to his knees again, spreading your cheeks with his hands, and burying his tongue inside of you. He avoids your clit, doesn’t want to push you too far, but his tongue is relentless as he licks and sucks and slurps his cum out of your entrance. There’s no hot water left anyway, he figures his mouth is the best way to tidy you up.

You’re trembling, your face pressed into the arms you have folded on the counter, when he finally deems you clean and rises to his feet. He rubs your back with a gentle hand, leaning down over you and murmuring, “Let’s get you to bed, hm? It’s small but you can sleep on top of me.”

You nod but don’t speak or move, and Woojin grins a proud, pleased little smile when he realizes you’re waiting for him to help you. He lifts you with care, turning you around so you’re facing him and crouching to pick you up bridal-style so he can carry you to his bedroom. His heart swells when you rest your head on his chest and curl your hand up on his pec, dropping into sleep before he even gets to the bed.

Later, he’ll ask you to be his girlfriend. For now, he’ll let you rest.

And if you happen to become his new favorite weighted blanket, he’ll just keep that to himself.

AN: Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays 💖

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[buggyjuggie]

Hi! Can you write Mk mans x Pokémon trainer reader?

Basically reset somehow got into Earthrealm with not way back to their world and Liu Kang decided to kick them as one of his champions since he saw a potential in them. And when reader explains their world they like “Well yeah we have a Pokémon that possibly can destroy world” and “once I battled against god and mafia when I was ten haha”

──★ ˙ ̟ Random Mk1 men x GN! Pokemon trainer reader

Note: Im so sorry that this took so long to come out my mental health kinda took a nose dive with my creativity and i didn’t want to half ass this so that’s why this ended up being so short I apologise

「 ✦ Havik ✦ 」

* Lets start with just a random man Havik: he LOVES you and your little creatures

* Immediately asks which one is strongest

*Has tried teaching your pokemon about the way of living in chaos and freedom (basically indoctrinated them into his belief)

* Havik absolutely adores hearing stories of your realm, like you mean when you were 10 years old you took down a mafia gang, competed in a tournament and battled with a gang. ALL OF THAT and your fighters these little things. He’s impressed and entertained for hours

* Havik’s favourites are poison, ghost and rock type pokemon

「 ✦ Johnny Cage ✦ 」

* ,, Can i make a movie about these little guys please 🥺“

* Buys them clothes, accessories and dresses them up, they’re like little plushies to him

* Haa definitely bought custom glasses with the first letter of they’re names for all your little friends

* He posts pictures about your pokemon on insta even tough you said to explicitly NOT do it (he just tells people its photoshop

* When you tell him stories of all the wacky stuff that you see in your world he desperately want to go to the point he begs Liu kang to send him to your universe

「 ✦ Liu Kang ✦ 」

* He takes care of timelines and also now your pokemon

* Because he is the god of fire Liu Kang radiates a lot of warmth so when he meditates all your palls lay down next, on or near him

* Liu kang spoils the crap out of your pokemon to the point where they are absolutely attached to him following him all the time, annoying him and and some just bite his legs a sign of love but also attachment

* Ok this ones obvious bcuz hes a fire god he tends to like fire type and dragon type pokemon

* Looks at you with the most concerned expression possible while your just happily smiling and telling stories about how you fought off a mafia

「 ✦ Bi-han ✦ 」

* Goes withouth saying that fighting, ice and flying type pokemon are most interesting to Bihan

* Bihan learns the hard way that you can’t train pokemon like little soldiers and you teach him how to properly train them

* If you and Bihan ever manage to return to your universe he’ll look at you with proud eyes when you win battles

* Tries to apply the same strategy you use when in combat to his own fights or training sessions for the Lin Kuei soldiers

* Don’t even try to explain how certain types are categorised or how some pokemon can defeat other with the most random luck because he’ll just end up with a headache

*. ੈ✩‧₊˚༺☆༻*ੈ✩‧₊˚

[lovelytsunoda]

november rain // lance stroll

when I look into your eyes, i can see a love restrained but darlin' when I hold you, don't you know I feel the same? (..) if we could take the time to lay it on the line, i could rest my head just knowin' that you were mine, all mine so if you want to love me then darlin' don't refrain, or I'll just end up walkin' in the cold november rain

summary: after four long years and one pandemic cancellation, it's finally time for y/n and lance to return home to mount tremblant and tie the knot.

pairing: lance stroll x newlywed! reader

warnings: co*kwarming, so much implied smut and sexual innuendo and i'm not sorry, weddings, they are so painfully in love it is sickening. a dad who doesn't quite get the jewish traditions but is doing his best. also i googled a lot of the jewish wedding traditions so im not sure they're 100% completely accurate tbh

inspo: wedding dress, lance's suit, welcome sign, the arch, getaway car

ten months to the wedding.

it was a calm, quiet afternoon in the ranch house. lance was asleep, desperate for a nap after his afternoon cardio session with his trainers, and y/n was in her home office, laptop out in front of her as her manicured fingers dragged tabs around the homescreen, a pinterest board full of white dresses open on her phone. the couple's two year old golden retriever was sitting under the desk, resting his head against her lap.

"you're going to be the best ring bearer, aren't you, boy?" she giggled to herself, carding her fingers through whistler's fur as she looked back at the wedding blog open on her screen. whistler licked her fingertips, almost as if the dog was agreeing with her.

15 jewish wedding traditions you should know about.

"hey, baby." lance spoke softly, rubbing sleep out of his eyes as he ambled into the office, hair messy and shirt wrinkled from his nap. "what are you up to?"

"just some wedding stuff." she replied, getting up from her desk chair to wrap her arms around her lover, whistler padding along beside her as lance reached down to scratch the dog behind the ears.

"are you looking up jewish weddings?" lance asked, lips against the crown of her head. "baby, you don't have to go out of your way for me."

"i want to, lance. this is your ceremony too, and it means something to me that you feel as if your faith is being represented here as well. as long as i get to wear my white dress and pick the song i walk down the aisle to, i'm not picky about anything else."

"as long as you're happy." lance smiled, leaning down to kiss her, fingers lacing with hers as their lips danced gently together. "have you picked a song yet."

y/n groaned, tipping her head back. "you're going to laugh at me."

lance laughed. "no, i'm not! just tell me, darling."

"well, i wanted to walk down the aisle to 'november rain'. it just has a lot of special meaning for me. it's one of the songs that made me believe in love." she admitted, meeting lance's eyes.

"if november rain is what you want, that's what we'll play. have you picked a dress?"

y/n grinned, nuzzling further into lance's chest. "a few contenders have emerged. but it's bad luck to see the dress before the wedding!"

laughing, lance swept y/n off her feet, carrying her towards the bedroom with whistler at his heels. "come on, you really don't believe in that."

"so what if i do?" she smiled, cradling his face with the hand sporting her stunning diamond ring as she placed her on the king sized bed.

"then i guess i'm just going to have to keep fantasizing about that tight white fabric, hugging all the right places." lance teased, his lips grazing the skin on her neck.

"you do that, loverboy. because you don't get to see my dress until i'm coming down that aisle."

"and then i get to take it off you, right?" lance smirked, kissing her on the forehead. "because god, i have had thoughts about what we're going to do that night."

the bed dipped next to them, whistler's wet nose nudging at y/n's nose as she burst out into giggles, lance groaning as he flopped down on the bed, carding his fingers through whistler's fur.

"whistler, my guy, you don't need to be such a cockblock." lance laughed, patting the dog's side.

"baby, this is what you signed up for when we adopted him. you've had two years to get used to this." y/n giggled in turn, gently shooing the dog off of her bed.

"whistler, c'mere buddy." lance clapped his hands and signaled for the dog, lumbering clumsily off the bed. "i just want twenty minutes of alone time, buddy. go play with your raccoon toy."

he continued to attempt to bride the dog as he guided whistler out of the room, gently closing the door as the golden retriever left with his stuffed toy.

"twenty minutes, huh?" y/n joked, taking off her shirt. "you really think you're that good?"

"baby, please. you know that i can have you screaming my name in ten." lance's voice was husky as he leaned over her, pressing her body back against the pillows.

he kissed her deeply, running his tongue along the seam of her mouth as she moaned into his touch, bucking her hips up into his, feeling his erection grow inside his jeans.

"i love you." he said softly, his hands caressing her bare sides. "i can't wait to get married."

five months before the wedding.

"ladies, i think i've found the dress!" y/n giggled, pushing through the dressing room curtains and performing a little spin, the white satin fabric swirling around her bare legs. "this is the one."

"babes, you look stunning!" christa, her high school best friend and maid of honor cheered, raising her champagne glass. christa and her boyfriend bruce had gotten married during the pandemic, much to the disapproval of her greek family, who were expecting a large, flamboyant wedding.

as the wedding seemed to approach faster and faster, y/n and lance had both decided to go shopping for big day outfits on the same day. y/n, however, was pretty sure that lance only came up with that plan because he wanted to sneak a peak at his bride before the big day (and to grab more material of the love of his life for his spank bank while he was at it).

the dress would need a few alterations, currently pinned to her body with wooden clothespins, but when she looked at herself in the mirror, cream fabric hugging her body, the large slit up the side of the dress, she knew that this was the dress she was going to get married in.

"bestie, your phone is ringing." helena, her college roommate, shouted from the sitting room where they had all left their bags. "i think it's loverboy!"

y/n laughed, extending her hand. "bring the phone here, hell."

lancey💍would like to facetime.

chuckling to herself, y/n flicked to a regular phone call and ducked back into the changeroom. outside, helena and christa exchanged looks.

"were you trying to steal a look at me in my dress?" y/n laughed, sitting down on the fitting room's ottoman. "baby, i thought you were smarter than that."

"i hoped you wouldn't realize it was a facetime call at first. not even a peek?" lance asked hopefully.

"not a chance. i think i've found the one, though. it's cream coloured, and tight fitting, contoured to all the best spots." she said with a smile, knowing that lance would be working himself up on the other end of the line. "off the shoulder with a big slit going up the leg."

lance exhaled, and she could just picture the blush rising in his cheeks. "and i don't even get a look with a visual like that? come on now baby, that's just cruel."

"how goes the suit shopping."

"so, it turns out that pastels are on trend this year and i don't know how i feel about that. i had mick take some pictures for me, i'm sending them through now. unlike you, i actually want my spouse's opinion." lance said teasingly. "i'm leaning towards the mint green, team spirit and all, but let me know what you think."

her phone buzzed in her hand, seven pictures taken by mick schumacher sliding into her inbox. she smiled to herself as she flicked through, looking at her fiancé's dorky poses and looks of pure disgust at the mustard yellow suit esteban had insisted he try on.

"you're right, go with the mint green. it goes with the theme, too."

she could practically hear the smile on lance's face as he responded. "i thought you'd say that. right, if we've both got things picked out, i take it you'll be home soon?"

"an hour, maybe an hour and a half. i still have to buy the wedding lingerie as well, you know."

"oh, baby, don't say that when i'm out with my friends." lance groaned. "now i'm hard in a suit that's not mine."

y/n couldn't stop herself from laughing at that one as she took a sip of the champagne. "that's your own fault. so i take it you don't want me to ask what kind of lingerie you want me to buy?"

"something white, lacy and expensive. my dad is paying for half of the wedding, so money is no issue, babes. really, i want you to treat yourself. i know the wedding has been stressing you out lately."

"you try planning the happiest day of your life." y/n chuckled. "i can't wait to get home, if i'm being honest. as great as looking for dresses has been, this morning has been exhausting."

"i'll run a warm bath for you, order takeout from that place on main that you like. i think i know just how to ease those nerves of yours." lance suggested, a seductive tone in his voice that had y/n biting her lip.

"that plan wouldn't happen to involve cotton sheets and bath and body works lotion, would it?" she teased, knowing that every long, erotic night with her fiancé usually started with a massage and ended with a few orgasms.

"uh, yeah, of course it does. how else am i going to get rid of this little problem? seriously, babe, i am out in public."

"what are you going to do about it, big boy? spank me?" she joked, having fun imagining just how red her lover probably was right now.

"i haven't made up my mind yet, pretty girl." lance teased. "maybe i will, maybe i won't. you'll just have to wait and see, yeah?"

"i look forward to it. i've gotta go if i want to be done shopping by dinner. i love you, lance."

"love you more, y/n. see you when you get home."

the night before the wedding.

it was just after midnight when y/n slipped out of her hotel room, forgoing shoes as her mismatched socks padded along the hotel carpet. helena and christa were fast asleep, and y/n found herself tossing and turning as her separation anxiety kicked in.

she counted room numbers in her head before she stopped and knocked gently on the door, hands in the back pockets of her jeans as she waited for the door to open.

“you just couldn’t stay away, could you?” lance stroll joked, opening the hotel room door. he was wearing nothing on his top half, his lower body covered in nothing but a pair of montreal canadiens flannel pants.

part of him had known that y/n would find her way back to him before the wedding started. she never had been great at being on her own.

“we both know im not as tough as I pretend to be.” she quipped back, wrapping her arms around her husband-to-be. “I missed you.”

lance smiled against her skin as he placed a gentle kiss on her neck. “come inside, pretty girl. let me run a bath. the bathroom window has a great view of the city.”

y/n closed the door behind her as the couple made their way to the large bathroom, lance filling the large jacuzzi tub with warm, bubbly water as his fiancée undressed. she slipped into the bath alongside her lover, humming in contentment at the feeling of lances body against hers.

“you couldn’t sleep either?” y/n asked, sighing into his arms as lance put his arms around her torso, gently kissing her cheek.

“nah, I was watching the game. its not the same trying to fall asleep without you.”

“now who’s the cheesy one?” she giggled, splashing her lover as he moved his hands, beginning to massage her shoulders softly. “I love you.”

“love you more.” lance hummed as he kissed the back of her head. “how’d you get out of your room anyways? I thought the bridal guard would have you on lockdown. for the sake of tradition, and all that shit.”

“theyre asleep. I snuck out, used pillows to make it look like i was still in my bed. how was the bachelor party?”

lance laughed, pulling his fiancée closer. “I dont know if you could call the hockey hall of fame and whalburgers a bachelor party, but I had a good time.”

“you got a weekend in toronto and all I got was pottery painting and mocktails?” y/n joked, her hand trailing up lances thigh. “im glad you had a good time. I did too.”

with her back pressed up against his chest, y/n dragged her hand further up his thigh and upwards towards his member, wrapping her nimble fingers around his shaft.

“baby, not right now." lance whispered, concern in his tone as he unwrapped his arms from the woman in front of him "what’s bothering you, pretty girl? you get needy like this when something is getting to you and you don't know how to say it out loud.”

she sighed, retracting her hand and linking her fingers with his. “i'm just nervous about tomorrow. scared, I think.”

lance's expression softened. he shifted in the tub, trying to turn y/ns body so that they were sitting across from each other, both her hands in his.

“its not too late to elope if you dont want to do this anymore, love. I can call chloe and she can drive us down to city hall. just the two of us, no stress, no fuss. I just want you to be happy, y/n.”

"no, lance. everybody is already here and i've been dreaming of this moment since i was thirteen. i want to do this. it just scares the shit out of me. it's like when i slept with you for the first time, you have to remember that."

lance laughed, using one damp hand to rake his hair back. "if anything, i was more nervous than you were. because i knew that if i fucked that up, i could have lost you for good. i swear, i would have given up on sex if you never felt comfortable enough with me to do it, i just knew i wanted you in my life."

"and now look at us." y/n hummed, kissing lance's knuckles. "i'm just scared that something is going to go really really wrong tomorrow."

"listen to me baby, here's what's going to happen. you are going to walk down that aisle tomorrow in your gorgeous dress with your parents on either side of you, and 'november rain' playing in the background, and i promise that i will be waiting for you at the altar. i'll also probably be crying from how stunning you look and how surreal this moment is, but i will be right next to you the entire time, okay?"

"promise me you aren't going anywhere?"

"i promise." lance said, leaning over to kiss her before stepping out of the tub and wrapping his well-built frame in a plush hotel towel. he extended a hand for his lover, lifting her out of the tub bridal-style. "now, you and me are going to curl up in bed, watch the last two episodes of 'the night agent', and not think about anything wedding related."

y/n smiled, feet firmly back on the ground before she raised her arms and allowed her fiancé to wrap the towel around her body. "i like that idea."

dried off and wrapped in a silk hotel bathrobe, y/n curled up underneath the comforter. she gently swept her hand across the bed spread to flick off the crumbs, frowning at lance as he redressed in his hockey flannels and joined her in bed.

"i leave you alone for one night and your bed is filled with crumbs?"

"sorry," lance shrugged, a small blush on his cheeks. "force of habit. can't watch the game without a bag of miss vickie's."

rolling her eyes, y/n reached for his laptop, waking up the dark screen before closing the tsn app and opening netflix.

"baby, your skin is freezing." lance remarked, pressing soft kisses to the skin on her shoulders. "look, you've got goosebumps. do you want me to turn down the air con?"

with a cheeky look on her face, y/n turned to look at him. "i can think of another, much more fun way to get warmer."

"oh, you want me to warm you up with my cock, is that it?" lance hummed, gently slipping a hand underneath the hem of the white robe. "baby, if you let me have my way with you tonight, you won't be able to walk down that aisle tomorrow."

"we don't have to do anything. i just want to feel you."

and how could lance say no when she asked with those eyes, with that voice? she hummed in content as he slipped inside her glistening folds, readjusting the blankets around their conjoined bodies as she pressed play on the next episode.

"i love you, lancelot." she hummed, turning her head to press a kiss to the tip of his nose. "i can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you."

"i love you too, y/n. now, get some rest, darling. if you fall asleep, i'll stop the episode so you don't miss anything, yeah?"

the wedding.

"ladies, i'm going to be real with you, i'm scared out of my mind." y/n laughed nervously, smoothing out the front of her dress while christa fussed with her hair.

christa and helena were not fools: they knew that y/n had snuck out of her hotel room to meet up with lance, but neither of them could fault her for that. christa knew firsthand that y/n had been so scared that she would never fall in love, never have her moment in a white dress, and she wasn't going to stop y/n from being with lance, even if it was just for a night.

that being said, nerves were high on the morning of the wedding, and y/n had to be talked down more than once so that she would be ready to walk down the aisle.

and now that moment was finally here. she walked out of the dressing room to meet with her parents, who would be walking down the aisle with her, as per jewish tradition. lance had gone down the aisle moments earlier with claire-ann and lawrence beside him.

"you're going to do just great, kiddo." y/n father said, pulling her in for a hug. "but remind me what i'm supposed to do once i get up there."

"you're going to stand across from lawrence, diagonally from claire-ann in place of the bridal party. all you have to is stand there, and once the rabbi has said 'you may kiss the bride', shout 'mazel tov' with everybody else."

mr. y/l/n nodded, gripping his daughter's hand. "i'm so proud of you, honey. you picked a good man, and i love that he makes you so so happy."

the bars to 'november rain' began to play, and y/n took a deep breath before she walked into the banquet hall with her parents. her hands were shaking, and she tried not to look around and notice how many people were in the room.

she would celebrate with them all later.

she tried not to think about anything as she stepped up the small wooden stairs (not many steps, just three) to the altar. lance stood underneath the arch of roses (they'd decided against the traditional jewish canopy, but would have their parents stand at the four corners in principle), looking dashing in his mint green suit. he was restless, messing with the white rose on his lapel before wiping at his eye.

"were you crying?" y/n giggled quietly, reaching for her husband's hand

"what, no." lance laughed. "there's gotta be some pollen in here or something."

"good, because if you cry, i'll cry."

weeks, even months later, if you had asked y/n what the rabbi had said during the ceremony, she probably wouldn't have been able to tell you, even though the entire thing had been videotaped for the happy couple. the entire world narrowed down to that altar, to her and lance.

the love of her life.

"i now pronounce you husband and wife."

"mazel tov!"

"too soon, dad!"

"sorry love, carry on!"

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[lost-in-fictionn]

Okay alright, I updated that little gwynriel hc I had. I still have the continuation in my mind, but this is all I could manage to write right now. I posted the first part loong ago, but I'll post it again cause the second part wouldn't make sense without it. Anyway, here goes

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One morning, before the training starts, Cassian tells the trainees that today they are going to fight with either him or Az, with their chosen weapon. If trainers win, nothing happens, but if the trainee wins, whoever they fought with (Az or Cass) will owe them a favor. Whoever they fight with is decided by picking a stone from a bag. There are two stones, one blue and one red. Red obviously means Cassian and blue Azriel. Whoever drops their weapon first, loses.

One of the trainees shouts "Is cheating allowed?" There are chuckles and then Azriel says "If you think cheating is gonna help you then why not?"

So the game begins.

A few priestesses fight, some with Cass some with Az. They all lose, some even with cheating in different ways. Nesta picks the red stone and fights with Cass. Cassian gives her a smug smile when she loses despite all her dirty moves. Emerie picks the blue stone. Azriel shakes his head as if to say another time when she loses. And then Gwyn picks the blue stone.

She looks at Azriel and says with a big smile "Ready to lose Shadowsinger?" Azriel, with a little smile of his own, says "Sure."

They fight. Gwyn tries a few dirty moves too, but they do not help her disarm him. After a small eternity of fighting, she finds an opening and gets closer to Azriel. Much closer than an opponent should. She kisses Azriel's cheek and he stills in shock for a few seconds. When he's aware of his surroundings again, his sword is on the floor and all the trainees are laughing and congratulating Gwyn on her success.

Gwyn looks at him with an even bigger smile and says "You owe me a favor!"

Azriel, who is still feeling faint, clears his throat and says "It would appear so."

*************

That night, Gwyn and Az are sitting on one of the training mats they dragged next to the wall after a grueling training session. They are sipping their waters quietly when Gwyn suddenly looks at Azriel and says "I want to call in my favor!"

Azriel looks around and cautiously asks "You do? Now?"

"Yes. What better time than the present, right?"

"O-kay" he says, still a little unsure. "What is it you want?"

Gwyn, a little unsure herself about whether she should ask this or not, says "Can you sing something?"

Azriel is surprised at that. He doesn't know what he expected her to say, but it wasn't this. "What do you want me to sing?"

"You can sing anything, really. I'm not picky" she says with a smile.

Azriel is silent for a while, then clears his throat and starts humming a melody. A few seconds later, lyrics come. The song is a haunting one, the way he sings the lyrics is like he is fighting something or someone but losing the fight...

When the song ends, Gwyn is speechless, she just looks at Azriel open-mouthed. Azriel looks at her too, like he's told her all his secrets. After Gwyn collects herself a little bit, still looking at Az, all she's able to say is "Can I kiss you?"

Azriel doesn't even blink, "Yes."

Gwyn sits up slowly, rising to her knees. Then she leans into him, still looking into his eyes. She lifts her slightly trembling hands to his cheeks, holding him gently. His own hands are on his sides, forming fists. Then slowly, so slowly, she puts her lips on his. Just that. She doesn't move her lips, and neither does he. They stay like that for a few seconds. When she pulls away, putting a few inches between their heads, they look at each other like there's nothing else around them.

Gwyn, heart in her throat, asks "Can I kiss you again?"

Azriel, again without blinking, says "Yes."

Gwyn leans forward once more. When she kisses him this time, she moves her lips a little bit. But she doesn't know what to do exactly, how to kiss properly. Because as much as she read those smutty books, they didn't teach her how to kiss. She pulls away again, frustrated with herself. This time she asks, "Can you kiss me?"

And this time Azriel answers with a question of his own, "Can I touch you?"

Gwyn swallows, then nods once. Azriel lifts one of his hands to her cheek, not yet touching. He pushes a strand of her hair behind an ear. Then he grabs her nape gently with that hand. His other hand comes to rest on her cheek. And he pulls her toward him and starts kissing her like he's been waiting for this his entire life. Hard but gentle at the same time. A lot of nipping and sucking. Gwyn's hands wander to his shoulders, then to the back of his head, pulling at the hair there. When her knees feel so weak that they won't hold her up any longer, Azriel grabs her waist and sits her on his thighs, both her feet where her knees had been a moment ago. Never once breaking the kiss. It lasts for an eternity.

When they pull apart, they're both breathless. Looking at each other like it's the first time they see the other one. Like the ground has shifted beneath them, though they both are sitting. Gwyn, still trying to control her breathing, says "Wow."

Azriel, still breathless himself, chuckles and says "Wow indeed."

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You always wanted to be a bodybuilder, and to be a great bodybuilder, you need a great personal trainer.

But you didn’t want any old trainer. You wanted someone you could aspire to be, someone you looked forward to seeing at the gym each day, towering over you as you worked out.

Enter Joshua, with his XXL tank tops and shorts so short they may as well be underwear. The guy is so big he has to walk sideways out of the bathroom. He drives a pickup cus it’s the only car he can fit in. He practically lives at the gym.

He’s perfect, you thought.

But Joshua’s training methods are… unconventional. In your first session, he asked a lot of personal questions: where you worked, where you lived, etc. You didn’t think much of it at first, but then the bodybuilder snapped his fingers and suddenly you were staring at yourself from across the table.

See, Joshua prefers a more “hands on” approach with his clients, and with the ability to swap bodies with the snap of his fingers, that means getting in your body and doing all the work himself.

As for you? You get to experience life as a bodybuilder first hand, and see if it’s the right life for you.

For the next three months, you’ll lug around all 290 pounds of Joshua. You’ll endure 6 meals a day to satisfy his impossible mass, ogled gazes from every onlooker you pass, and a constant cool breeze on your perpetually exposed skin.

Yeah, those gym clothes are about the only thing that fits good ol’ Joshua. No wonder he spends all his time at the gym. I suspect you’ll spend the rest of your time naked—either sleeping or standing at the mirror, flexing and posing and massaging those titanic muscles.

Not the life you expected? Life never is. Most of Joshua’s clients quit after the first few months. The ones that don’t end up exactly like him: impractically big and impossibly vain.

On the bright side, having Joshua’s body also means having his cock to play with when you get bored. It’s hard to tell under the tank, but he’s 12-inches full mast, and uncut so the head is super sensitive. All his clients say that was the best part.

Happy training! 💪

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ㅡ personal trainer

❅ bangchan x female!reader

❅ smut, nipple play, groping

❅ wc: 1.2k

What did you expect the first time you sign to yourself to the gym near your apartment? Nothing much, really. Your intention was purely to get fit because you have been feeling kind of unproductive these days.

You were not much of a gym person to begin with, so you request a personal trainee to help you. What you didn't expect though, was the personal trainee to be hot as fuck. God, even hot would be an understatement to define him. You believe he was personally carved by the gods above and he was certainly their favorite creature. He could easily be your favorite too, to be very honest.

And what did you do on your very first gym session with him? Trying to get on his pants, of course. Because now, your definition of being productive has completely altered.

When the session was about to end, you set your plan into motion. All you need was to delay him from going home. 

"Chris, do you mind helping me some more? I kind of want to try boxing," you asked him with a smile. "Oh, but of course, only if you are not busy."

"Sure, yeah. I don't mind."

You discreetly cheered. It was going smoothly so far. 

Almost forty-five minutes later when you both were done with the boxing session, the gym was pretty much deserted. There were no more trainers or staff in sight.

"I think we're the only ones left, is that okay? Who's going to lock up the gym then?" you asked in fake concern.

"Don't worry about it, I got the keys." 

Of course, you know it's fine. You heard from the other trainers that all of them got the keys to the gym because they usually come to work out early or went home late.

"Alright then, if you don't mind waiting a bit, I need to take a quick shower. Please don't lock me up in here," you joked before you sprinted toward the women's changing room. Faintly, you heard him laughing at what you just said.

And what about your plan? Well, it was about time to add some spices to it.

"Chris, you here?" you called out from the front door of the men's changing room.

"Yeah, I am here. You need something?"

You couldn't see him from where you were standing but you heard the sound of water running. He was probably taking a shower, you thought. 

And while chewing on your lower lip, you sneakily entered the room. There were several rows of lockers covering the view of the showersㅡ where he was at.

"The water in the other room didn't work. Can I use the shower here?"

That was a blatant lie. The water in the women's changing room worked just fine.

"Yeah, sure. Just let me finish real quick, I am almost done heㅡ" the words then died in his throat the moment he caught you through his peripheralㅡ suddenly standing under the shower next to him that was only separated by clear glass.

"Oh no, it's fine, Chris. Take your time," you told him casually as you rid of the towel that was covering your body, leaving you completely naked. 

When you tilted your head to glance at him, you caught him staring at you but he quickly averted his eyes to look at anything but you. A low giggle then rolled out of your mouth as you twisted the faucet, letting the cold water run through your bare flesh.

Acting as if this wasn't a strange occurrence at all, like the two of you have done this so many times before, you hummed casually as you tried to spread your shower gel all over your bodyㅡ intentionally ignoring him who was quickly rinsing off the remnants of his shampoo from his hair.

"Chris, wait! Can you help me?" you called him out when he was about to step out of the shower with a towel wrapped dangerously low around his waist.

"Help you with what?" Chris turned his head to look at you, however still keeping his gaze above your bare shoulders.

With a flirtatious smile, you handed him your shower gel. "I can't reach my back, help me out?"

"Yeㅡ yeah, sure," he stammered a little as he took the shower gel from your hand. "Where?"

"All over my back, please."

"Yeah, of course."

As you turned to face the wall, you pulled your hair around your shoulder to give him full access to your backㅡ somehow feeling a little exhilarated that your plan was working fine until that moment.

The next second when you felt his big hand on your back, you couldn't help but let out a small whimper.

"You okay?" Chris instantly asked as he run his hand up and down your back.

"Mm yeah, your hand feels so cold on my back."

"Oh, sorry about that," he said with a low chuckle and it sent a tingle up your whole body.

"It's fine, but can you rub the gel a little higher?"

"Higher?"

"Yes, higher," you confirmed with a slight nod before placing your left hand against the wall in front of you.

And behind you, Chris did as he was told. He squeezed more shower gel from the bottle before bringing his hand to your shoulders, rubbing the gel gently on your soft flesh.

"Can you add more gel here as well?" you asked once again, pointing at the area in the middle of your back, a little closer to the side of your breast.

"Yeah, sure."

He was so compliant that got you biting your lower lip. Oh, your urge to ask him to put his big hands all over your body was so, so huge.

"A little to the front, please?"

"To the front? Where?"

"Here," with no fear, you abruptly reached for his right hand and brought it to your breast. "Rub it here, please."

"What?!"

Even without looking back at him, you could already imagine his surprised expression; eyes wide, jaw dropped and a red tinge crept up his face.

"Like this," you then put your hand on top of his and guided him to gently massage your breast in his palm.

For a fleeting moment, his hand only moved because of your assistance but then he gradually massage your breast harder as he cleared his throat.

"That feels so good, Chris," the words escaped your mouth along with a heavy moan. "Put your other hand on my left breast as well, pretty please."

Once again, he obliged and brought his other hand to your other breast. He massaged both of your mounds harder when more and more moans escaped your mouth.

"Can you feel my nipples hardening under your touch?"

He only hummed in response as he twisted your nipples in between his fingers.

"Ah, fuck!" you groaned with eyes shut tightly, head thrown to the back against his chest. "I am so dripping wet downㅡ"

Your words ceased in your throat when a loud ringing of a phone was heard inside the room.

"Oh, shit," Chris hissed sharply and pulled his hands away from your body. "I am sorry, we shouldn't haveㅡ fuck, I am so sorry."

"Chris, what?!" you turned your body to grab his hand but you were too late.

He was already walking toward his locker in a hurry.

A moment later, the phone stopped ringing and you heard his voice at a close distance.

"Hey, yeah, sorry, I just finished taking a shower but I will be there soon. See you soon, babe." 

"Oh, fuck!" you cursed harshly as you tugged on your wet hair. 

[soccer-love]

Would you write a jule brand one and if you do here is my idea reader and jule are best friends who have a crush on each other and they both signed Wolfsburg same day from hoffenheim and then after one training session asked each other and maybe kissed.

Stealing your heart 

Jule Brand x reader

"Jule could you please stop." I say and she stops  walking around. 

"But I'm excited." she answers and I roll my eyes.

"Yeah me too, but please stop or I'm going crazy." she says and leans against the kitchen counter.

We both left Hoffenheim and signed for Wolfsburg, today is our first day of training.

We already know most of our new team mates from the Natio and we meet the others a couple of days ago. 

I get up and put my cup in the sink before going into my room to get chanced. 

We drive together and meet up with some of our new team mates. 

My new place in the locker room is between Marina and Feli, which is good because they both are defenders like me. 

Jule gets the place between Poppi and Lena Lattwein. 

The first training goes really well and I can already tell that its more difficult than in Hoffenheim but its okay. This is a really big chance to get better and to make others recognize our names. 

I really like my new team mates and the trainer team is also super nice. 

After training, the team separates, the goalies get some more special training, some go to the weight room to make some more muscle training while I get send to the medical team. Together with Pia Wolter and Poppi. 

I had an ACL injury by the end of last season so there still very careful with everything. 

“So, what do you think about this whole team?” Poppi asks from the examination table next to me, the physio working on her knee while she looks at me. 

“I like them, there all are pretty cool.” I say and she nods. 

“Thank you for that.” Pia says as sits down on a chair between us to get her blood pressure checked. 

“You’re welcome.” I say and answer the question of the physio if I have any problems or if I feel any pain. 

She asks me some more questions, before she starts massaging my knee and moving it a little to see how I react to it. 

Pia is the first one to leave again and soon Poppi follows but Obi takes her place. 

“That's typical for you to spend more time in the physio room than with actually training.” I look up and see Jule standing in the doorway, already chanced into her normal cloths. 

“Yeah because I want to keep my body the way it is.” I say and she laughs. 

“And suddenly I remember why I hate driving with you to Training.” she answers and Obi next to me laughs.  

To be honest, Jule is right but I would never tell her that, I’m always taking more time after training to get back home. 

“Well it's my car, so your problem.” I say, making Obi next to me laugh even more. 

“Besides that I'm finished I just need to go get changed.” I add, getting up and grabbing my green sweatshirt. 

Jule talks with Obi while I get changed. 

“Finally.” she mumbles, when I come back and we leave. 

“Wanna say anything?” I ask but she shakes her head, laughing. 

“I’m good.” 

We drive to our apartment and while she starts making dinner for us, I greet my cat that moved with us from Hoffenheim. 

“Hey Wilson.” I say and softly fondle him behind his eyes. 

“Did you have a great day buddy?” I ask and he climbs on my lap into my arms. 

I pick him up and walk with him into the kitchen, Jule gives me a warning look, I know that she hates it when I bring Wilson into the kitchen. 

“Y/N.” she says as I grab two plates with one hand, still holding Wilson in the other. 

“Jule.” I say with the same warning tone. 

“You know that he has my full heart.” I add but when I walk outside to place the plates on the table I sit him down, before walking back inside the kitchen. 

“One day I will steal your heart.” she mumbles and I laugh. 

“You already did.” 

“What?” she says and turns around. 

“I said you already did.” I add and step closer. 

Back in Hoffenheim we both had our own apartments and we were really good friends but always in a flirty mood. I developed a crush on her, but I didn't say anything, scared that it would ruin our friendship. 

“Don’t play with me, Y/N.” she says but grabbing my by my shirt. 

“I’m not.” 

I lean down and softly kiss her, not for long, maybe just a couple of seconds. 

After I see the big smile, I know that it’s the right time to ask the question I always wanted to ask her. 

I go down on one knee and grab her hands, enjoying the shocked look on her face. 

“Jule Brand, my favorite team and room mate, would you go out with me, Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N.” I ask and hold back my laughter as I notice her sigh in relief. 

“I would love to.” she says and I get up while she turns to put the pasta into the put. 

“But incase you ever do that again, I’m going to change my mind.” she says, turning back to me and raising a spoon at me. 

“I wouldn't dare to do it.” 

[skz317cb97]

Seo Changbin x thick female reader

Word count: 10.7K

Synopsis: A sequel to Strength Training. After having sex with your new trainer you start to avoid him. When Changbin finally runs into you he asks you out on a real date but your ex-husband is hell bent on making your life miserable.

A/N: 18+ only! Only one more left in the hyung line after this! This is the third sequel in the SKZ x Thick Reader Series pt 2 and NGL this one got a mind of its own towards the end... I don't know who wrote that 👀 ANYWHO! I hope you all enjoy this one! If you do hit the like, the reblog, leave a comment, shoot me an ask cursing me for how horny this made you 🤣 I truly love the feedback and interacting with you guys! 🖤 P.S. peep outfit inspiration here!

Warnings: MDNI 18+ ONLY! Cursing and strong language, verbal abuse (not Changbin), boarder line stalking (also not Changbin), mild violence (shoving, one punch), oral (m&f receiving), deep throating, fingering, a little spit play, a little impact play, anal play with penetration, use of massagers and toys, protected piv sex, praise/body worship, pet names (baby, angel etc), a little overstimulation, squirting, cum eating/coming in mouth, slightly rough sex, Changbin dom/MC sub dynamic, mentions of tying MC up, also I'm not sure if its a warning but Changbin touches MC's feet 2 times, not in a sexual way but I know some people are weird about feet so yea I think that's everything but if I missed something please let me know and I'll add it!

It had been two full weeks since you fucked your trainer in his gym, and you had not gone to a single one of your sessions since. It wasn’t because of him of course, Changbin had been very sweet after, showed you to the showers and let you clean up in private, then gave you some of his gym clothes since he had gotten a bit overzealous with your leggings. After you showered and got dressed it was awkward, well, you were awkward. Changbin tried to make you feel more comfortable by just acting normal while he was actually freaking out inside. 

“So, I’ll see you for your next training session yea?” He was trying to subtly flirt not wanting to make you more uncomfortable, but it seemed to you like he just wanted to get straight back to business, so you followed suit. 

“Yea Changbin sure.” Changbin gave you a bit of a sad smile. 

“Please call me Binnie y/n.” You nodded unable to make eye contact and made a quick exit after that. You were on the verge of tears, and you didn’t feel like making a fool of yourself any more than you had already. Since then, you had not gone to any of your training sessions and ignored every call and text from Changbin. Refusing to even open them, scared of what they may say.  

For some reason or another your ex-husband, Steven, must have been bored because he decided it was a perfect time to start verbally abusing you via text, as if you didn’t have enough on your mind already. Your phone was blowing up with those texts as you were leaving work. He wanted to ruin your night, your weekend, your life. Anything you had planned, he wanted to make you feel like shit so you would just stay home, alone. You were always alone. You were reading through the hateful words on your phone, not paying attention to where you were walking and ran right into someone. When you hit the firm wall of human you stumbled, twisted your ankle and fell back on your ass. 

“Ow! Shit! I’m sorr-” You looked up and much to your surprise, the person you had just run into was Changbin. 

“Hey no I’m sorry. I was scanning faces looking for you and found you the hard way I guess.” Changbin smiled and offered a hand to help you up.  

“Changbin? Wha-how did you know I was here?” He smiled at you and a dimple appeared in one cheek.  

“I’m gonna start to think you don’t like me if you keep calling me Changbin, please Bin or Binnie I don’t think we have to be so formal.” You looked down blushing and nodded. 

“I called Lacey when you wouldn’t answer any of my attempts to reach out. We’re friends outside of the gym as well. He told me you were here.” Changbin wiggled his fingers, and you accepted the hand he held out for you. He gently held the back of your arm while you stood up and when you went to put weight on your foot. 

“Ow ow ow, fuck!” Changbin braced you and looked concerned. 

“What hurts?” You grimaced. 

“My ankle, the left one.” Changbin slid your arm around his broad shoulders and helped you over to a nearby bench. He was warm and firm and smelled so good; it made your head swimmy. Once you were seated, he knelt in front of you, took your shoe off and looked at your ankle. He bent your toes down, not too much pain, bearable. Then he bent it up and once your foot was pressed flat against his palm. 

“Fuck Bin, SSsssOw!” He tried slightly turning it side to side and you winced and came up out of your seat a bit. 

“BIN ow! That hurts!” He nodded and started to gently rub your ankle soothing the pain he’d caused, his hand sliding slightly up your calf gently squeezing in a comforting way as if to apologize.  

“I know I’m sorry, I just had to make sure it wasn’t broken. It's just strained, probably not bad, but you shouldn’t put any weight on it the rest of the night. It probably wouldn’t hurt to wrap and ice it also.” Changbin watched your ankle as he rubbed small circles against your skin, and you watched him with your bottom lip between your teeth. He wasn’t doing anything remotely sexual, but you could feel yourself flushing with arousal at his touch. You started getting flustered. 

“Ch-Binnie, w-what are you doing here?” He sighed, set your foot down, and sat next to you on the bench. 

“You haven’t been coming to your sessions. You’ve already paid me for them.” You just didn’t think you could go about business as usual after having the man’s face in between your legs but you didn’t know how to tell him that.  

“Bin I couldn’t-” 

“You weren’t answering my calls or texts...” You nodded staring at your ankle he’d just had in his hands. 

“Yea I know Bin I didn’t think I could...” You didn’t know how to put it without making yourself sound pathetic. You didn’t think you could fuck him and not fall in love with him. 

“Did... uh, did I do something wrong?” You looked at him surprised he had come to that conclusion.  

“Wha-NO! No Bin you didn’t.” He shook his head. 

“No because if I came on too strong and made you uncomfortable, I’m really sorry... I don’t know, I just... I’m really sorry if I pressured you to do something you didn’t want to.” You felt awful that Changbin thought that he may have done something wrong. Had you answered any of his attempts to contact you and stopped only thinking of yourself in the scenario, you would have known he was concerned he had done something you didn’t want. 

“NO. Changbin. No. You didn’t, I promise I just... after everything I didn’t think I could act like nothing happened. I was uncomfortable but it wasn’t for any of the reasons you think. I just... I had never done anything like that before and you seemed like you wanted to just go back to business, and I couldn’t Bin I just couldn’t.” He grabbed one of your hands in both of his and you looked at him finally. 

“I’ve NEVER done anything like that either! I mean like have sex in my gym... or with a client... not that I just look at you like some customer I’m just saying...” He was getting flustered now, and you found it endearing that this big, gorgeous man was tripping over his words. He was just as nervous as you were it seemed. 

“But we don’t have to act like nothing happened. I don’t want that. I would really like to take you out on a date, if you would go out with me.” You looked at him surprised.  

“Oh you... you want to go on a date with me?” He nodded shyly and you couldn’t help the word vomit that came out next. 

“Why? I mean you're ridiculously handsome with a body like an Olympian god, you’re a ten out of ten and I’m... I’m not Bin. I’m fat and a six in the face at best. You could have any woman you want so why me?” Changbin took a mental note that if he ever got the chance to deck your ex-husband for what he’s done to your confidence, to take it with no hesitation. 

“First off, I told you not to talk about yourself like that. I mean it. There are enough mean people in the world, don’t be mean to yourself. Two, I’m NOT a ten okay, I'm not a god, I’m just a normal guy. I have flaws and complexes and I’m no different than you so please don’t put me on a pedestal like that, like I’m above you, because I’m not. You’re beautiful y/n, like make me nervous, heart flutter, butterflies in my stomach, beautiful, the fact that you have a fuller figure is a non-issue to me. I don’t have a preference over you having blue or brown eyes so why should I have a preference over your weight? It has no bearing on who you are as a person. It's a physical trait, that’s all.” You were in shock. You certainly didn’t expect all that. You weren’t used to it either, you didn’t know what to say. You were used to... your phone started buzzing with an incoming call and right then you remembered that Steven had been harassing you when you bumped into Changbin. You hadn’t given his texts any attention yet and he couldn’t have that, so he was calling you now. Changbin looked down at your phone in your hand. 

“Is that important? Do you need to get it?” You chewed at your thumb nail on your free hand nervously. 

“Um, well... It’s my ex-husband.” Changbin gently squeezed your hand. 

“I’ll step over here and give you some privacy.” He walked over by an aquarium that was kept in the lobby and started looking inside at the fish. You hit the answer button and before you could even say hello, he started in on you. Changbin was trying to give you privacy, but it was hard when your ex-husband insisted on screaming at you over the phone. 

“Look we’re not together anymore Steven so you don’t get to just talk to me like that and expect me to take it.” You hung up the phone and in seconds it started ringing again and again and again. You turned your phone off and called for Changbin to come back over. 

“Sor-” Changbin put up his hand stopping your apology. 

“Do NOT apologize for that asshole. You have nothing to be sorry for. Good for you for standing up for yourself.” You forced a little laugh. 

“Yea it’s only because it’s easy to just hit end call. When he’s right in front of me is another story. I’ve never been able to stand up to him face to face.” Changbin frowned a little. 

“Well forget him, let me help you.” He tried to help you stand up from the bench. 

“Really Binnie I’ll be fine.” He smirked at you. 

“Oh yea? Where’s your car?” You shook your head. 

“I take the subway.” He nodded and laughed. 

“Yea thought so. Look, just let me take you home, please? My car is parked close, and you can’t walk on that ankle.” You pressed your lips together; you knew you should accept the help, but you didn’t want to be a bother. As if Changbin could read your mind. 

“It’s no trouble really, we can finish our talk.” Changbin helped you up from the bench and put your arm around his shoulder again, he snaked his arm around your waist, his hand resting on one of your full hips, then grabbed the shoe he had taken off you. Your eyes gleamed a bit and you smiled at him; you weren't used to being treated so kindly. Changbin’s ears turned red, and he looked away as his smile grew bigger. He liked seeing you smile; he liked being the reason you were smiling. 

“Lean on me, no weight on that foot.” You shook your head no. 

“No Bin, I’m too heavy...” He cocked an eyebrow at you with a challenging look on his face. 

“You trying to say I’m weak?” You looked at him incredulously and he started laughing. 

“You’re fine, really, lean onto me.” You did as Changbin said and he held you up easily then looked down at you smirking. 

“See no problem. Come on this way.” You hobbled to Changbin’s car with his help, and he made sure you got in okay before shutting your door and getting in the driver’s seat. You told him where to go and you were off. You stole glances at Changbin out of the corner of your eye from time to time. Why was he sexy even just driving a car. His hand gripping the steering wheel the veins popping out up his arms. When Changbin cleared his throat to say something, you were pulled from your thoughts and jumped. 

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to startle you.” You shook your head with your hand on your heart. 

“No no don’t be sorry, it’s not you. I’m just really jumpy right now.” Changbin glanced over at you and then back at the road. 

“Because of your ex?” You looked down and then away. 

“I’m sorry that’s none of my-” 

“Yes it’s because of him...” Changbin nodded. 

“Is every... are you okay?” You laughed at yourself because you didn’t know. 

“I’m a little worried he may be waiting at the house since I hung up on him.” Changbin looked very worried now. 

“You think he would do that? Has he before?” His voice sounded serious. You shook your head. 

“He’s never done it, but I wouldn’t put a move like that past him. He’s done other things like that and worse.” Changbin gripped the steering wheel a little tighter, his knuckles turning white. 

“Well, I’m walking you up so don’t worry, okay?” You nodded and looked out the passenger window, it wasn’t much further. When Changbin pulled into your driveway he pulled up as far as he could and parked, turning off the car. 

“Wow, this is a nice place!” You gave him a sad smile. 

“Yea it’s nice but it’s big and quiet. I used to have two dogs, Edgar and Allen, but Steven got rid of them when I was gone one day after I filed for divorce. Like that would stop me from leaving him. It made me lonely though, so he was successful in that way I suppose.” That broke Changbin’s heart. That was beyond low but typical for Steven. If his shit was disturbed, he was disturbing yours as well. Misery loves company of course.  

“Sorry don’t mind me and my sob story. I’ll just go ahead...” You were starting to get out of the car and Changbin stopped you. 

“I think not; you still can’t put weight on that, hold on.” He got out and hurried around the car, opening your door. He leaned down and this time you slid your hand across his shoulder feeling the muscle underneath as he helped you out. He walked you to your door and you fished your keys out of your pocket, Changbin waited. 

“You-You’re gonna take me all the way inside?” You asked surprised. Changbin chuckled and shook his head at you. 

“Well, ye- what part of you can’t put weight on this ankle are you missing beautiful?” You could feel your face flush and you looked down at the doorknob focusing on unlocking it before you did something stupid like drop your keys. Once you were inside you weren’t sure what to do. It had been so long since you had anyone in the house with you. Luckily Changbin kind of picked up on that and got things moving. 

“So, where’s the kitchen, I want to get you some ice.” You pointed in the direction of the kitchen. 

“Okay wait here just a second.” You braced yourself against the wall and Changbin ran to get the ice. When he was back your arm was draped across him again and his warm body was pressed into your side. 

“Alright, now, where’s your room?” You hoped it was only you that could hear your heart beating in your ears. You answered quietly. 

“Oh uh, this way.” You directed Changbin towards your master bedroom. Once he had you in there, he walked you over to your bed and you sat down. 

“Now, do you have ace bandages in your first aid kit?” You nodded and he turned in a circle looking around. 

“It’s in the ensuite bathroom under the sink.” Changbin ran off to the bathroom and grabbed the ace bandage and a reusable ice bag he found under there as well. He came back over by you, sat on the edge of the bed and sat all of the stuff down. 

“Gimme.” He did grabby hands at you like some kind of buff toddler. 

“What?” He laughed. 

“Give me your foot I’m gonna wrap it, you need to take it easy and keep it elevated tonight. It’s not bad so it should be better tomorrow as long as you relax and stay off it.” You brought your foot up and Changbin gently grabbed it and rested it in his lap. You shivered and it gave you goosebumps to feel his hands on you like that again, they were warm and a little callused from the weights he lifted. His voice got very soft. 

“Is that okay?” You could feel your face heating up again as your foot rested so closely to his crotch and you nodded. Changbin wrapped your ankle, put the ice he’d gotten into the bag, then took a couple of the plethora of pillows you had and stacked them so your foot was propped up. He put the ice bag on top and then stood up. 

“Okay I’m gonna order some food for you.” You shook your head no. 

“No Changbin you’ve done too much already, I can...” Changbin stopped. 

“You need to eat dinner y/n...” You agreed with him. 

“Okay yea, alright but just... there’s stuff to make a sandwich or something like that in the fridge, please don’t go to the trouble of spending money and ordering food.” Changbin could agree with that, as long as you ate something. He made you a sandwich, got you something to drink and then sat and chit chat with you while you ate. The longer you were around Changbin the more relaxed you became. He seemed to have a calming effect on you when nothing else had. When you were done eating Changbin took your plate and cup back down to the kitchen and brought you back a bottle of water. 

“Do you have like some pajamas you want me to grab or...” Your heart started racing because the answer was a bit embarrassing. 

“Umm. No. I... don’t...’ Changbin understood immediately. 

“Oh. OH! Right okay yea.” He rubbed the back of his neck as it and his face both turned red. 

“I guess I should probably go now then huh.” You smiled. 

“I guess.” You replied. 

“Uh one thing before I head out of here y/n?” You looked at him expectantly. 

“A date? Tomorrow?” You smiled and nodded. 

“I would love to Ch-Binnie.” He chewed at his bottom lip and had a little half smile that made his dimple appear again. 

“Okay great! I’ll uh... I’ll text you the details, make sure you answer, okay?” He winked at you, and you laughed. 

“I’ll answer Bin, promise.” He grinned ear to ear. 

“I’ll hold you to it. Do you need anything else before I go?” You shook your head 

“I don’t think so, I’ve got water and I can watch tv until I’m ready for bed. You’re good Binnie.” He was a little apprehensive to leave you, but walked over to you, leaned down and gave your cheek a soft kiss. 

“Goodnight y/n. I’ll see you tomorrow.” You were certain your heart was going to beat right out of your chest. 

“Goodnight, Bin.” Changbin left and you stripped down to your ‘pajamas’. Changbin mentioning texting reminded you that you had turned off your phone. You grabbed it out of the pocket of your pants before tossing them aside. You hit the power button and as soon as it came on the barrage of text and voicemail notifications all started coming in. You started to open the text thread to see what Steven had said but you stopped and instead deleted all of it without reading a single one. Then you did the same with the voicemails, deleted. Didn’t listen to a single word. It might not be standing up to him to his face yet, but you felt good for the first time in a long time. 

The next morning when you woke up your ankle felt much better, but you kept it wrapped up for the morning just to be safe. Right after breakfast your phone started ringing. You assumed it was Changbin calling to give you the details of your date, so you answered without even thinking. 

“Miss me already?” The voice that came over the line was nasty and venomous. 

“Why the fuck should I? That would be an incredible waste of time on an incredible waste of a human.” You winced at his words. Steven always knew how to cut you down so quickly. You heard your other line click as your ex-husband continued to go in on you. You looked and saw it was Changbin calling this time. 

“I don’t have time for this I have to go...” You went to hang up and could hear your ex yelling on the other line. 

“Don’t you fucking dare hang up on me again you bi-” You hung up anyway and answered Changbin’s call. 

“Hey Binnie!” You tried to hide the tension in your voice which was easier once you heard the smile in Changbin’s voice. 

“Hey! How are you? How’s the ankle?” You laughed and told him it was better. You guys had a little small talk and then Changbin got down to the reason he had called. 

“So, we still on for tonight?” Your heart fluttered at the idea of spending a whole evening with this sweet, ridiculously gorgeous man. 

“Absolutely! How should I dress and when should I be ready?” Changbin said to dress nicely, but that it wasn’t formal or anything and that he would be at your place at six thirty to get you. Around four you got in the shower and started to get ready. There was a cocktail dress you had gotten when you were still with Steven for an anniversary dinner that he never showed up for. You decided to dust that off and wear it. When you put it on it still fit perfectly. You thought your hair looked fine down the way it was, so you left it that way and put on a little makeup. The dress was so pretty, you hoped Changbin’s attention would be on that. You put on your chunky Versace heels because why the hell not, dabbed some perfume on your pulse points and you were pretty much ready. 

Changbin knocked on your door right at about six thirty. You answered and when you two saw each other you were both speechless. It was clear you and Changbin had similar taste as he stood there in a sheer Versace button down shirt. It was open and he wore a crisp black tank top underneath. The sheer sleeves showed his muscles, and you were ready to salivate, he looked so good. If you were about to drool, Changbin was about to have a heart attack. You stood there looking statuesque in a black sequined mini dress with loose slightly belled sleeves that were sheer like his own.  

“Holy fuck gorgeous!” You started to blush and smiled ear to ear at his reaction. His eyes were glued to you and not just one single part of your body but all of you. They traveled down the expanse of legs in front of him and landed on your chunky black heels, the diamond accented ankle strap and a tell-tale medusa head charm dangling from it. 

“I’m glad to see that ankle is better and I see you have very good taste. Versace?” Changbin pointed at the shoes, and you nodded. With the chunky heels on it made you quite a bit taller than him and you worried he might not like that. Steven hated when you wore them for that very reason. 

“I can change them if you want.” Changbin’s eyebrows furrowed, and he shook his head. 

“Hell no! You look fucking amazing don’t change a thing!” You laughed and dusted imaginary lint off his shoulder as an excuse to touch him. 

“You look pretty fucking amazing too.” Changbin’s smile grew a mile wide and every part of his face and ears were a bright shade of red.  

“Let’s get out of here, I know a place.” You laughed and rolled your eyes pulling the door closed behind you as you left. The last place you had expected Changbin to take you was a jazz speakeasy. You looked around in amazement as the host showed you to your table. When you sat down and Changbin saw the smile on your face he felt his heart start to flutter again. He really liked being the reason you were smiling, he wished he saw it more. You were stunning when you smiled. 

It was such a laid-back place, even with everyone dressed so nicely it was relaxed. You and Changbin ordered your drinks and talked while you listened to the band play. It turned out that you and Changbin had a lot in common and the more you talked the more you liked him. He was charming, and funny, and didn’t take himself too seriously. He seemed close with his family by the way he talked about them, and his sister sounded hilarious. You liked that, you didn’t have any family left and Steven’s family all hated you for leaving him even though they knew what he had been doing to you. A couple of drinks in Changbin spilled a little on his pants. 

“Ah shit, I’m gonna run to the bathroom really quick.” You nodded. He stood, leaned down, and pecked your cheek, then turned before either of you could combust over the sweet gesture. You were just getting to the end of your drink and Changbin had just spilt what was left in his, so it was perfect timing for the waiter to be coming back by. He made his way around from behind you and stopped at your table. 

“Yea I need two...” When you looked up you choked on your words. It wasn’t the waiter standing there, it was Steven. 

“You need to stop hanging up on me like a rude bitch when I’m talking to you.” You looked around, people at the table on either side of you heard him but just side eyed and said nothing. You just sat there and took it; it was all you could ever do when he was in front of you talking down to you like that. 

“What poor sap are you trying to trick with that half assed attempt and this dark ass bar?” Now one of the ladies at the other table looked right over, her mouth agape in shock at his words but still said nothing to try and stop him. 

“Isn’t that the dress you wore for our last anniversary? The one I spent with... what’s her name again? Oh, yea Candi. Looking a little more snug than before. You still packing on the pounds I see. I thought you hired some hot shot trainer? Isn’t he gonna do something about your fat ass?” You just kept your head down as the tears welled up and spilled from your eyes. He was making a full-on scene now. Other tables, not just the surrounding ones, were starting to look now. You were so embarrassed. You had completely forgotten that Changbin was even there and that he would be coming back from the bathroom, and he did just in time to hear the last bit of what your ex-husband was saying to you. 

“Excuse me you're blocking my seat.” Steven turned towards the voice coming from behind him. When he did, he saw a man that, while not as tall as him, was solid muscle. Steven turned back to you. 

“Oh, what did you tell this poor sap to get him here y/n? Or have you finally gotten desperate enough to hire a male escort? That’s it isn’t it?” Changbin closed his eyes, counted to ten in his head, and took a deep breath. 

“Excuse me!” He said more firmly but still quietly. 

“I said you are blocking my seat. So move and stop talking to my date like that.” Steven whipped back around towards Changbin.  

“With all due respect which is none, you have no idea who the fuck you’re talking to.” Changbin was really starting to lose his patience and when he looked over and saw you sitting there practically cowering, mascara streaking your face a little piece of him snapped. 

“I know exactly who I’m talking to Steven, you’re y/n’s shit heel ex-husband and you don’t know who the fuck you’re talking to asshole. Now stop causing a scene and just go.” Steven like the idiot he is stepped to Changbin.  

“Or what? What are you gonna do about it.” Changbin remembered thinking if he ever had the chance to punch your ex-husband he’d take it in a heartbeat, but he couldn’t do that to you, not in a place like that. You were already embarrassed by your ex, Changbin wasn’t going to add to it. 

“Well, I’m a man of jutdae, so I’ll ask the staff to escort you out if you don’t want to of your own accord.” Steven scoffed. 

“Juu what? I don’t give a shit what you ask the staff to do. You aren’t gonna do shit so shut the fuck up already.” Changbin took another deep breath. 

“Jutdae means I am a man of principals something you would know nothing about. Now this is your last warning. Leave. Now.” Steven turned back to you and started in on you again completely ignoring Changbin now. 

“Now listen to me you little bitch...” Changbin was done he put his hand on Steven’s shoulder ready to pull him away but as soon as he touched him your ex shoved Changbin and swung at him, missing. Changbin straightened back up as Steven took a fighting stance. 

“Steven!” You yelled. He turned and you punched him flat. It hurt your hand like a bitch and broke Steven’s nose. He went down like a sack of potatoes and suddenly security wanted to show up to take care of the disturbance, which apparently was you and Changbin. 

“We don’t condone any fighting in this establishment, it is zero tolerance. I’m going to have to ask you both to leave.” Changbin tossed money on the table, the look on his face seething as his hand rested on your lower back and you gripped your sore hand. 

“Yea no problem. If your security had done something about him while he was stalking and harassing my date there wouldn’t have been any fighting, but you allowed one of your patrons to be harassed freely within ear shot of all these other customers and your staff. So, don’t worry we are leaving but it’s definitely not because you told us to. Come on y/n.” Changbin stepped past your ex-husband who was still cursing and whining on the floor and led you out of the bar. When you were both in the car you felt like you could let out a breath finally. 

“Holy fuck that hurt.” Changbin turned in his seat and grabbed your hand inspecting it. He kissed the back of it and your heart started racing for a completely different reason. 

“I’m so sorry I didn’t get there sooner.” You shook your head.  

“It’s oka-” Changbin was really upset. 

“No! It’s not! No one should be talked to the way he talked to you, and I should have been there to protect you from him.” You continued to shake your head. 

“You didn’t know he would show up there anymore than I did. How are you supposed to stop what neither of us saw coming Binnie?” He looked up at you, tears in his eyes and your heart broke. 

“You... I... umm...” He was getting choked up. You leaned in and held his face in between your hands, your palms pressed against his soft cheeks. You pressed your forehead to his, you both closed your eyes taking a few deep breaths. 

“Changbin...” His name was only a whisper of a breath and then your lips were softly pressed together. Changbin’s hands held your face in place as he tilted his head and deepened the kiss. Before long tongues and teeth were in a battle for dominance that no one was winning. You finally broke apart breathless and laughing. Changbin pecked your lips again. 

“You know none of that is true right? Not one word of it.” You shook your head, but Changbin could tell you weren’t so sure. He let it go for the moment because right then he was just concerned about you being safe. 

“Why don’t you come back to mine for the night? I don’t want to leave you alone in that house after he just pulled that shit. I can sleep on my couch, and you can take my bed.” You leaned over and kissed Changbin sweetly again, but goosebumps spread over his body and his dick got a little hard when your hand slid across his thigh. 

“Or we could share the bed?” Changbin smiled, grabbed your face and then kissed you again, getting lost in your lips until you gently pushed him back laughing. 

“The sooner we get to yours the sooner we can...” You didn’t have to say another single letter of a single solitary word before Changbin was starting the car and driving to his place as quickly and safely as possible. Changbin lived in a loft style studio apartment. The lighting was warm, and it smelled a little like cinnamon. He led you through his living area towards the steps of the loft, where his bedroom was. 

“You look absolutely gorgeous tonight y/n.” You smiled but it was hard for you to accept the compliment. You looked away but Changbin wasn’t going to let you shy away from the truth anymore that night. 

“Look at me baby.” Your eyes instantly connected with his and he smiled sweetly. 

“Good girl.” Your panties were already wet but that sealed the deal.  

“I’m implementing a rule tonight, you must follow or be punished.” You looked at him with an eyebrow raised. 

“Punished?” He smirked and winked at you. 

“Yes punished. Now would you like to know the rule beautiful?” You shied away again when he called you that. 

“That. There. You have to accept every praise I give you tonight. Every single one. If you don’t... well... we’ll deal with that if we get to it. I’m gonna call you beautiful.” Changbin kissed your cheek and you started to blush but didn’t turn away. 

“I’m gonna tell you, you’re a goddess.” He kissed your other cheek and that time you did look away. 

“Aht aht ahh. Eyes.” You looked into his eyes. 

“I’m gonna tell you that you’re sexy.” He threaded his fingers into your hair and kissed your lips passionately. 

“You’re so fucking sexy.” He kissed you again and you were more breathless by the minute. Finally, Changbin forced himself to stop. He held your face as he chewed at his kiss swollen lips. 

“We’re gonna take our time tonight baby. I’m gonna kiss and lick every inch of this gorgeous body while I worship it. I’m going to make you cum again, and again, and again.” He kissed down your neck between his words. 

“Are you okay with all of that y/n?” He was looking at you seriously, the stern assertive Changbin that had just been dictating the plans for night was on pause and this was the sweet guy that wrapped your ankle and cried because he thought he didn’t protect you. The man that, when he found out you hated yourself fucked you senseless and told you how stunning you were. 

“Yes, Binnie I’m okay with that.” He smiled and his thumb traced your cheek. 

“Good, good girl. Let's start with you sitting on the edge of the bed over here for me.” Changbin led you to the huge custom bed that took up most of the loft and had you sit. He knelt in front of you just like he had the day before, and just like the day before took your foot in his hand, the very one you had twisted. His fingers delicately handled the clasp of your shoe as he undid it and slid the clunky heel off your foot. He gently pressed his thumbs into the sole of your foot and pushed up and down. After a moment of massaging, he placed your foot down and when he went to grab the other. His eyes couldn’t help but be drawn to the apex of your legs that hid beneath that sexy ass dress you had on. He bit his bottom lip, then grabbed your other foot and removed that shoe just as gently, pressing his thumbs back and forth in the sole of that foot as well. 

“Stand.” It was not a request. You did as you were told quickly and Changbin smiled at you sweetly. 

“Good. The dress, take it off.” Again, not a request. You had hoped something like this might happen tonight, so you had come prepared. You turned facing your back to Changbin. 

“Unzip me please?” That lip of his was going to be raw if he kept chewing on it that way. 

“God you’re so sweet aren’t you. Asking so nicely. Yes, baby I’ll unzip you.” Changbin’s fingers grabbed the tiny zipper and pulled down, then he stepped back. You pulled it down the shoulders of the dress, took an arm out of one of the sheer sleeves, and then the other then you slid it down and let it fall to the ground. Changbin was already speechless, and you hadn’t even turned around. When you did, he had not been properly prepared for what he saw. There you stood in a green lace bra and garter belt; how had he not seen those garters? The bra you wore had garters of its own in a way, towards the center of each cup there was a strap that connected to your shoulder strap. Changbin loved the way the opening let your soft skin show through. Seeing you in it made him want to tie you up really badly for some reason, but that would be for another time hopefully. 

“What’s this beautiful?” You almost looked away but stopped just before and Changbin smiled. 

“I wanted to wear something you would want to take off with your teeth.” Changbin turned his head, closed his eyes and bit his knuckles.  

“Fuck baby. If that’s what you want, that’s what you get. Let’s get some of these clothes off of me too hmm?” You nodded and licked your lips at the thought of seeing his firm, broad chest. 

“Do you want to do it?” Changbin asked with a smirk. You smiled back and shook your head. 

“Well go on beautiful. Have your way with me.” You laughed and then started pushing the sheer shirt off of him. When his arms were free of it you tossed it on a chair in his room. Next was the tank top. You grabbed the hem and looked up at Changbin with those sweet doe eyes. 

“Arms up please.” He lifted his arms, and you pulled the tank top up and over his head. As soon as the soft skin of Changbin’s chest was visible you couldn’t help but place kisses across his neck and collar bone. He enjoyed it for a moment and let you but then stopped you. 

“We’ll get to that baby, but for now, lay back on that bed for me gorgeous.” You sat on the bed, slid back, and laid down just like Changbin had said. 

“Fuck you’re such a good girl.” Changbin climbed on the bed and propped himself over you. His deep brown eyes bore into you for a moment before he gently kissed you. He ran his hand gently across your cheek. 

“If anything gets to be too much you just say red, and we stop everything immediately, okay?” You nodded. 

“I need words for this baby. If it's too much...” You finished the sentence. 

“Say red and we’ll stop.” Changbin kissed you softly again. 

“Good.” His hands started migrating as he crawled down between your legs. 

“You know what’s the most fun about lingerie?” You shook your head no and Changbin unsnapped one of your garters with his teeth. 

“Taking it off you.” You could feel yourself getting wetter with every word coming from him. He kissed your soft thigh and then unsnapped the other garter, kissing that thigh as well. He rolled your stocking down and off, tossing them aside. Changbin laid between your legs his face hovering right over your cunt. He placed a kiss over your panties. 

“So sweet. Lift up those legs for me baby I’m gonna get these panties out of our way and I want to see that pretty pussy. You’re soaked for me aren’t you baby? I know you are cause these panties are drenched.” You could feel your body getting warmer and lifted your legs. Changbin slid your panties off and shoved them in the pocket of his pants. 

“I’ll just hold onto those.” He pushed your thighs apart a little and you jumped when he ran his tongue through your folds unexpectedly. He hooked his arms around your thighs and pulled you close. 

“Yum.” Was all he said before diving back in. He started going down on you like it was his only purpose in life. He would gently lick your clit and then suck and hum hard against your cunt.  

“Oh my god Bin, FUCK! That’s so good baby, PLEASE don’t stop!” Changbin drank in every bit of what you gave him and then slid two fingers inside you causing your hips to try and buck up. He splayed his other hand firmly across your soft tummy and held you down as he played your pussy like a harmonica and finger fucked you into a mind-blowing orgasm. 

“FUUUUCKfuck fuck! Yes, oh my god yes that... right there... fuuuuck!” Changbin gently licked you through your peak and only stopped when you stopped shaking. He kissed his way back up your body. Your soft tummy rolls, he pulled the cups of your bra down and your breasts poked out through the strappy openings. Changbin sucked one nipple into his mouth swirling his tongue around it and then gave the other similar attention both perked and hard by the time he was done. He unhooked your bra and tossed it aside with the rest of your clothes. His trail of kisses continued up your chest and neck until he was propped over you again. He leaned down and kissed your lips, his tongue invading your mouth, his teeth pulling at your lip. Changbin’s lips hovered over yours closely and when he spoke, they ghosted against yours. 

“Such a good girl coming for me like that... so sweet on my tongue. A fucking goddess look at you lay there like an angel. Now beautiful I have a question for you... have you ever tried anal beads?” Your breathing hitched and Changbin wanted to be clear. 

“If you don’t want to just say no. Seriously. I just think you would love it if you tried it with me but if that’s out of your comfort zone we’ll can move on no problem.” You chewed on your lips and considered it. 

“It won’t hurt?” Changbin shook his head no. 

“It might feel a little funny at first but then it’s going to feel really good. I have beginner’s beads too do you want to see what they look like?” You nodded. You never thought you would be into anything to do with anal, but you remember how good it felt when Changbin rubbed your asshole the last time he fucked you, so you were intrigued. Changbin got up from the bed for a moment, walked over to his dresser and opened the top drawer. He pulled out a couple of things then took off his pants and the black briefs as he made his way back over to you on the bed. When Changbin set his arsenal down you saw what he had grabbed. There was a small set of silicone beads strung together, one just a bit bigger than the next, the biggest only the size of a grape. He had brought a bottle of lube, some condoms and there was one other thing that had you clenching, ready when you saw it. A finger vibrator.  

“Does everything here look okay, anything you want me to take away?” He wanted to be sure you were one hundred percent on board with everything. 

“Everything looks fine Bin.” He smiled and then the Dom side of him came right back. 

“Bend over on all fours for me pretty girl.” You turned over and got on your hands and knees presenting your ass to Changbin. He pulled your garter belt over your ass and off then spanked your ass cheek enough to leave a handprint. You squealed a little and laughed. Then he spread your ass cheeks leaned down and gently flicked the tip of his tongue against your asshole. It made you clench around nothing. 

“Fuck Binnie! MMmm that feels so good!” He pulled away a second. 

“Told you baby.” Changbin sat back up and spit on your hole before grabbing the beads and lube. He squirt a generous amount on the beads and rubbed some around your asshole too. 

“You sure baby? You ready?” You shook your head. 

“Yes Binnie, want it.” Changbin started to push the first few beads in. It felt a little funny like he said but good too. He pushed a few more in and it felt even better. 

“Mmmm fuck Changbin that feels good baby!” He rubbed your ass cheek as he pushed the last few beads in a pull ring now protruding from your asshole. He grabbed a condom and rolled it down his shaft before lining up with your soaked pussy. He teased the entrance with his tip, and it made you clench again but this time with the beads in your ass it felt amazing. 

“Fuck stick it in Binnie PLEASE!” Changbin pushed the tip of his cock in, and you could feel how he rubbed up against the toy in your ass. It was a mind-blowing sensation. Changbin bottomed out in you and then pressed his hips into your ass slightly adding pressure to the beads making you clench around his dick. 

“Does that feel good hmm?” He spanked your ass again and again the feeling you got from the beads inside you sent waves of pleasure pulsing through your body. You clenched on his cock again and this time Changbin let out the most delicious sounding moan. 

“Fuck baby girl if you don’t stop clenching like that, I’m gonna blow way too soon.” He laughed, pulled out and pushed back in and fuck did it feel amazing. Every thrust felt better than the last. Changbin started out fairly easy on you, a steady pace and an ass smack here and there but the more worked up he got the harder he fucked you the more sizzling the spankings became. You leaned forward on your elbows arching your back and pushing your ass out. Two beads came out and it felt unreal when Changbin pushed them back in while he kept fucking your hard and fast. 

“You take my cock so well pretty girl, fuck so sexy, arch that back more, good girl, fuck, my beautiful goddess, my sweet angel.” Changbin grabbed the ring on the beads and pulled them halfway out this time. 

“FUCK! CHANGBIN FUCK!” He smirked and pushed them back in again and you let out a guttural moan that made his cock twitch so hard he thought he was going to cum.  

“Hold on baby.” You gripped the blanket on Changbin’s bed as he grabbed your thick hips with both hands and started fucking you hard sending you reeling into outer space. Your brain turned into fog and disappeared as you came on Changbin’s cock. He grabbed the ring of the beads with one hand and held onto your hip firmly with the other and continued fucking you hard and fast as he started to slowly pull the beads out one by one and then pushed them in again. 

“Oh, my oh my oh fuck fuck Bin fuck I-I'm cuFUCK! I’m coming!” Changbin started to slow down when your legs started shaking from the over stimulation. He massaged your ass in small circles, slowly dragging his cock in and out, the condom coated in your cum. When he pulled out you whined missing the full feeling you got when Changbin’s cock was inside you. He chuckled and tutted at you. 

“Don’t whine now. Be my good angel and get on your back and spread those legs for me. I wanna see how well I just fucked that hole open.” You rolled over onto your back planted your feet and spread your legs wide for Changbin. He crawled between them and spread your pussy lips looking at your entrance licking his lips. 

“Fuck beautiful how are you still this tight. I guess I’m just gonna have to give you this cock again hmm?” You nodded eagerly and wiggled closer. 

“Yes! Fuck me Bin! Need you inside me again.” Changbin left the anal bead lodged in your ass and started to sink into you again. You both rolled your eyes back and moaned at the feeling of the other. Changbin caged you in between his arms and kissed you as he pulled his cock out and pushed back inside you deep. 

“Fuck baby girl you’re so fucking tight, sucking my cock in every time and look so fucking sexy taking it. You like taking my big cock yea? Fuck look so fucking good underneath me like this.” Changbin started to fuck you harder, his cock rubbing up against the beads inside your ass again that you had almost forgotten about until then. 

“You’re being such a good girl for me, taking my dick hard, letting me play with your asshole, I think you deserve a treat baby.” Changbin reached over and grabbed the finger massager, slid it on his finger and turned it on. 

“Get ready to blast off gorgeous.” Changbin’s free hand gripped the soft roll above your hip as he sunk into deep and hard then he pressed the vibrator against your clit, and it felt like static electricity was surrounding your body.  

“That’s it beautiful let go fucking let go on me, fucking cum do it! Cum for me angel!” He kept fucking you deep and hard, his cock hitting your g spot and the anal beads inside you, his hips thrusting against you pushing them deeper into your ass and the vibrator he was firmly pressing against your clit buzzing throughout your whole body. 

“Bin! Changbin! I’m I... It feels... FUCK!” You couldn’t get another word out before you started coming and squirting all over Changbin. The force of the intense orgasm started to push out a couple of the anal beads and forced Changbin’s cock out of your pussy. He grabbed his dick and slapped it against your clit as you shook and convulsed through the best orgasm of your life. 

“Fuck baby I didn’t know you could do that!” You laughed as you tried and failed to catch your breath. Your big breasts heaving up and down with your breaths. 

“Me either! FUCK!” Changbin laughed, leaned down and kissed you sweetly. 

“You need a break?” You shook your head no and pushed him onto his back and climbed on top of him. 

“No it’s time to make you cum now Binnie. You made me feel so fucking good now I’m gonna make you cum for me.” You grabbed Changbin’s cock slid it through your juices and then sat on it. Changbin threw his head back into the mattress when you took his cock whole like that. You leaned over and braced yourself on his firm pecs as you started grinding and riding him like you were a part time porn star. 

“Fuck baby girl I’m not gonna last long like this FUCK!” You doubled your efforts riding him faster. It felt so good for you too. You were so sensitive still and Changbin’s cock constantly rubbed against your g spot and the anal beads in this position. It was a good thing he didn’t think he’d last long because you knew you wouldn’t. 

Your orgasm crept up on you suddenly and you shook on top of Changbin as he grabbed your hips and pushed you back and forth forcing you ride it out for as long as possible into overstimulation again. When you came back down from your fourth orgasm, you reached back and started rolling his balls in your hands as you sat on his whole cock. His balls were drenched in your cum and Changbin was losing his mind underneath you. 

“FUCKFUCKFUckfuck!” You smiled and kept at it, loving the reaction you were getting out of him. 

“Are you close for me Binnie baby? Are you gonna cum? Where do you want to cum Bin?” His eyes shot open surprised to hear you ask that. He just assumed he’d bust in the condom this time, but you were opening the door for an option Changbin had fantasized about with you. 

“Gonna cum FUCK! W-wanna cum in your mouth, wanna watch you swallow my load and show me.” You smirked and got off of Changbin and got on your knees on the bed. Changbin stood up and pulled the condom off. You grabbed his cock firmly and took him into your mouth. 

“FUCK! Oh, my goooooood fucking suck me yes! Play with my balls baby yes!” Changbin threaded his fingers into your hair and gently thrusted into your throat. You gagged and he started to pull out, but you took him further gagging and drooling on his cock. You pulled off and stroked his cock hard and fast looking up at him sweetly while he pet your hair, pushing it out of your face. 

“Cum in my mouth Binnie wanna taste you.” You stuck your tongue out and rubbed the tip of his dick against his as you continued to jack him off.  

“Fuck I’m gonna cum baby open up.” Changbin grabbed his cock and started stroking the head quickly as he aimed for your open mouth, your tongue stuck out eager for his load. He held your head with his free hand and started coming. The first streak hit your lips and nose. He aimed down, and the rest all filled your mouth. Changbin gave you a big load. You held it all in your mouth with your head tilted back, showing him. 

“God damn fucking goddess of my dreams Jesus fuck!” He twitched and shook. He looked down at you swiped the cum from your nose and lip and pushed it into your mouth with the rest of his load. 

“Swallow for me beautiful, show me that tongue.” You closed your mouth and swallowed Changbin’s cum then opened up, stuck out your tongue and showed him the pink muscle in your mouth. You fell back on the bed after and Changbin knelt back down and followed suit flopping down next to you on the bed. You both laid there catching your breath for a minute then you both started to laugh hysterically, slap happily from all the endorphins released. Changbin sat up, pushed your hair away from your face again and kissed you softly. He started to get up and go downstairs. You sat up quickly. 

“What are you doing?” He smiled back at you. 

“I’m gonna run us a bubble bath I’ll call for you when it’s ready.” He blew you a kiss and you fell back on the bed again still chuckling a little. When the bath was ready Changbin called you down. You carefully made your way down the stairs on your legs made of jelly. Changbin got in first and then you sat between his legs. You rested against his firm chest, and he helped wash you. The bath was perfect and exactly what you needed after that super intense sex. While you dried off Changbin went to change the bedding and when you got back up to the loft, he was already back in bed waiting for you, looking half asleep already. You crawled into bed and next to him. He wrapped his arms around you and kissed the top of your head. Changbin watched as you drifted off to sleep in his arms. When he was certain you were asleep, he kissed your forehead and whispered a sleepy bedtime confession before passing out. 

“I think I’m falling in love with you y/n.” 

You were standing in front of a mirror in an outfit that you never thought you would wear again. Your champagne-colored wedding gown was as extravagant as you would imagine for a Seo wedding. A full skirt and train, the most delicate beading, with a scoop neck corset that came off your shoulders. Changbin just wanted you to feel like a princess on your day and you did. A thin veil matching the color of your dress was being adjusted by Changbin’s sister, who was your maid of honor. You had become friends fast after she had crashed a date of yours and her brother’s and introduced herself to you. You’ve been each other’s accomplice ever since. 

Changbin smoothed the shoulders of his champagne-colored shirt, pulled down the hem of his burgundy double breasted waist coat and threw on his matching blazer over it, taking a deep breath to steady his nerves. He wasn’t scared to get married; he knew more than anything, he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you, but he was going to have to read his vows to you in front of a lot of people and that made him nervous. His friends being there helped, they would be standing up there supporting him and you, you would be up there. God he couldn’t wait to see you. His sister said your dress was amazing but that’s all she would say not wanting to ruin the surprise. As Changbin adjusted his cufflinks the best man, Chan, came back into the room. 

“Well, they said they’re ready for ya Bin. You ready brother?” Changbin nodded. 

“Since the day I met her hyung. Let’s go.” He affectionately clapped Chan’s shoulder as the groomsmen and him made their way to their positions in the venue. You, Changbin’s sister and a few of your closest friends got into your positions as well. Two huge wooden doors were now the only thing blocking you from the man you loved. You heard Israel Kamakawiwo’ole’s Over the Rainbow start and you knew it was all about to happen. When you were at this point at your wedding with your ex-husband you remembered having cold feet, a voice deep inside you telling you it was a mistake. Right now, as you were about to walk down the aisle, your feet were made of fire, you had never been so certain of your love for another person as you were of your love for Changbin. 

The large doors opened outward and the moment Changbin saw you tears started to rim his eyes. The song that sang of wishing upon a star was perfect because Changbin had been a dream come true for you after years of suffering and torment. Changbin blinked, fat tears rolled down his cheeks and you could feel your own eyes betraying you at the sight of this gorgeous kindhearted man crying. He looked absolutely unreal in his suit, but Changbin couldn’t breathe, you looked so beautiful. Chan handed him a hanky and he dabbed the tears from his face and sniffled a bit. When you stood in front of Changbin he leaned in and kissed your cheek softly. 

“You look...” He teared up again and you grabbed the hanky from him and gently wiped them away. You kissed his cheek back. 

“You too Binnie.” He smiled at you and his dimple popped out. The ceremony began just like any wedding ceremony does and then came your vows. You both decided you wanted to write them, the others were nice and all, but you wanted these words for each other to come from your hearts. Changbin went first. 

“y/n I didn’t realize I had a piece missing in my life until you. The first time we met, I knew I would marry you one day. Then every day after just strengthened that certainty. I played the long game baby and I’m definitely the one winning the prize. I was always told that true love was loving every piece of your partner, even the hard to love parts. Well, they were wrong. I love every piece of you y/n, there is not a single part of you that is hard to love. You are so selfless. You take care of not only me but our home and our dogs. You have strong jutdae. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever known, and I can’t believe that I get to call you my wife after today. I love you y/n.” You had tears streaking your face, Changbin took the hanky back from you again and wiped them, then gave you a kiss on the nose and you laughed. Then it was your turn. 

“Seo Changbin, at my lowest point in life you showed me something inside myself that I had lost. It was not an easy task, but you tackled it head on with jutdae and showed me how to love myself again. Not only did you do that but then you showed up on my doorstep with Edgar and Allen. I was certain I was dreaming. I had searched everywhere for them and had no luck and there you were with my boys. I knew right then that I was gonna spend the rest of my life with you. Changbin, Binnie, you work on yourself everyday inside and out. You might have big muscley arms, but I have no doubt that your heart is the biggest muscle you have. You love me so completely, so wholly, there is no room for doubt inside me anymore. So, thank you my sweet husband for loving me even when I couldn’t love myself. I love you Binnie.” Changbin’s bottom lip quivered as tears streaked his face it was your turn to peck his nose and he wiped his eyes. You both held each other’s hands and looked at your friend Minho who was officiating the ceremony. 

“Do you Seo Changbin take y/l/n y/n to be your wife for now and always?” Changbin had the biggest smile on his face. 

“Yes, always.” You could feel your face flush still to this day when he smiled at you like that, beaming. Chan handed him your ring, a white gold diamond ring in a double halo setting, and he slid it on your finger. 

“Do you y/l/n y/n take Seo Changbin to be your husband for now and always?” You nodded immediately. 

“Yes, always.” Changbin bit his lip as he smiled uncontrollably while you slid his ring on, a simple white gold band lined with diamonds across the front. 

“By the power vested in me, for some reason, you are now Husband and Wife. Bin you can kiss your bride.” One of Changbin’s arms wrapped around your waist and he dipped you as he cupped your face and kissed you deeply. Cheers and applause erupted from the guests and the wedding party alike. You and Changbin turned to the crowd of your friends and family. He raised your joined hands in the air and announced very loudly in typical Changbin fashion. 

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Part 2 here

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: (Eddie x Reader) Eddie has been working on something, but wouldn’t tell you what. However, when you get home from work you soon find out exactly what he was planning. 

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: Smut (MINORS DNI, 18+ ONLY), Y/N, PiV sex, handcuffs, riding, sex in the back of a van, dirty talk (I guess?), a little bit of fluff at the end. Like a tiny bit. 

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: This is the first smut I’ve written since 2020 so I’m aware it’s not gonna be mind blowing smut but we’ve all gotta start somewhere, right? I wrote this as a sort of AU where there’s no strange things going on and no upside down. I’d place this maybe in the summer break of ‘86 after Eddie graduates from Hawkins High.

One of the best things about summer break was that you and your boyfriend had more free time to spend together. Fridays were, of course, reserved for Hellfire sessions at the house of whoever was hosting the session that week but other than that you were able to spend pretty much every day – and some nights – together if you so wished.

Dio’s Rock ‘n’ Roll Children emanated from Eddie’s room as you cooked some scrambled eggs and bacon for breakfast, smiling at his soft humming and the quiet scratching of a blunt pencil on paper. You didn’t need to look behind you to know his tongue stuck out slightly as he worked, his chestnut curls unruly and his torso bare save for his denim vest due to you having stolen – ahem, acquired – the Hellfire shirt he’d been wearing the night before.

“Want some toast?” you asked, barely turning your head so that you could keep an eye on the stove top.

“Mm,” was the only response you got, making you roll your eyes. You weren’t entirely sure of what Eddie was working on from his seat on the sofa. He’d started working on it as you started to doze last night, just telling you it was DnD stuff when you asked him about it. You guessed it was probably something important for the next campaign he was planning as he was more focussed on it than on you and the offer of food. Honestly, you found how passionate he was about his interests very attractive. He was always so excited and enthusiastic whenever you discussed things like DnD and music, his hands frantic and expressive as he told you fun facts and gushed about his ideas for songs and campaigns. You figured whatever he was doing was something he’d tell you about at another time in detail, so didn’t think too much of it.

Sliding the eggs and bacon onto each of your plates as you popped two pieces of bread into the toaster, you glanced over at him and laughed. Just as you’d expected, his hair was an absolute mess and his tongue poked out of the left corner of his mouth.

He continued writing as he spoke. “There something on my face?”

“My lips, if you’re lucky,” you responded as you brought his food over to him. He immediately closed his notebook and licked his lips as you placed his plate in his lap.

“Now that would make me a lucky man.” He grinned up at you and you couldn’t help but gently kiss his chapped lips. “Make sure you eat too, ‘kay? Don’t want you going to work hungry.”

Your fingers ghosted over his hair before you returned to the toaster, reaching it just as the lightly toasted bread popped up. You lightly buttered your boyfriend’s and placed it on a separate plate for him then finally tucked into your own breakfast. The bacon was a little too salty for your liking and the eggs slightly overdone, but Eddie didn’t seem to have any complaints as he shovelled as much into his mouth as he could.

When you finished eating, you quickly got changed into your work clothes for Family Video and slipped into your trainers from the night before. You gave yourself a once over in the bathroom mirror and jogged back into the living area where Eddie sat, his empty plate sat on the floor and his notebook open once again. His head tilted back as you pressed your lips against his, the kiss lingering more than the previous one, and then you were out the door and rushing over to the pickup truck your mum and dad had given you for your sixteenth birthday so that you could get to work on time.

 ***

 It turned out that work at Family Video that day was slow going. Everyone was likely out enjoying the sun or spending time with friends down at Starcourt, leaving plenty of time for you to check stock and make sure the videos were all in the correct order on their shelves on the shop floor. Even the phone had been relatively quiet, which was why you were a little surprised when you heard it ring and Robin pick it up. You tuned out whatever she was saying into the receiver as you stood on your tip toes on the stepladder to reach the top of one of the shelves. You readjusted the box of video tapes under your arm as you stretched to put one of them in its correct place beside Desperately Seeking Susan.

“Hey, Y/N, it’s for you!” Robin’s voice from right next to the ladder would’ve met you jump if you weren’t used to her suddenly appearing next to you without warning. You passed her the box as you stepped back down off the ladder and made your way to the phone.

You leaned against the counter as you held the receiver up to your ear. “Hello?”

“Only me, sweetheart. Just wanted to call and make sure you had no plans for tonight.”

The sound of Eddie’s warm voice made you smile. “Planning on romancing me and sweeping me off my feet, are we?”

His chuckle had you biting your lip. “Something like that. I’ve got a surprise for you, so make sure you come over straight after work. And don’t forget to drink plenty of water, I don’t want you to get dehydrated and end up sick.”

“No need to tell me twice, it’s hot as balls in here. Steve’s just gone out on a snack run so he’ll probably bring back some drinks with him.”

There was a momentary pause from the other end of the line before Eddie spoke again. “Are you sure he’s not just trying to get out of doing work?”

“Come on now that’s not nice, is it?” you giggled as your eyes flickered over to the door.

His laugh from the other end sent a warmth through your chest. You never tired of hearing his laugh, especially when you were the reason for it.

“I’d better let you go before Robin gets annoyed at me for distracting you at work. Can’t wait to see you tonight, baby.”

“Me too. I love you,” you replied just as Steve walked through the door with a paper bag full of snacks and drinks.

“I love you too,” was the last thing you heard Eddie say before he hung up.

 ***

 Car keys jangling, you knocked on the door to Eddie’s trailer. You frowned when you got no answer and heard no response from inside, so you opened the door and stepped inside. You found a now fully dressed Eddie in his room, plumping his pillows with his headphones on and his Walkman in his back right pocket. He hummed to himself as he tidied up his bed and bobbed his head along with the music. From what he was humming, it sounded like he was listening to Dio again.

You crept up behind him and suddenly wrapped your arms around him from behind, making him jump as he ripped his headphones off. His panic evaporated when he turned to find it was you that had surprised him.

“I wasn’t expecting you for another half an hour. How was work?” he asked as he placed his hands firmly on your hips.

You shrugged. “It was pretty quiet today. Robin and Steve let me go early seeing as we didn’t need three people to close up shop. You had a good day today?”

Eddie’s lips gently brushed against yours and you draped your arms over his shoulders. “Mm, it’s better now you’re home. I have a surprise for you.”

“You did indeed tell me you had a surprise for me on the phone earlier,” you said as you brushed a long stray hair out of his face. “Is it a clean room? Because if so, I’m very impressed.”

He tapped your nose. “Very funny, sweetheart. Wait here.”

Just like that, the brunette moved out of your grasp and into the living area. He returned almost immediately with his notebook, a twenty-sided dice, and a deviant look on his face. You plucked the dice from his grasp and raised a brow slightly.

“Thanks, Eds. I’ve always wanted one of these. Whatever will I do with myself now that I’ve finally got one?”

“Well, aren’t you just full of jokes and sass tonight? It goes with this.” He held the notebook out for you to take, open to the page he wanted you to read.

Your thighs squeezed together when you read what he’d been working on since the previous night. He’d written up what was essentially a game for you and him to play in bed using the dice you’d taken from him. It became clear a lot of thought had gone into it: he’d written different results for each roll and what the number corresponded to for each category, from how much clothing one of you would wear to the position and whether you’d be restrained or not. You bit your lip, thinking about the different combinations and picturing him taking you in various positions all over the trailer. You were suddenly grateful he hadn’t told you what he was up to before now, otherwise you would’ve made an excuse to not go into work just to spend the day testing out his little sex game.

“We, uh, don’t have to do anything tonight if you don’t want to. You’re probably exhausted from work and-”

Your lips sliding over his as your hands pulled him towards the bed stopped him from finishing what he was saying, a soft moan rumbling from his chest as he gripped your hips. He straddled you as you sat down on the freshly made bed, his fingers dipping under the hem of your top. He glanced down at your wetted lips when you pulled away from the kiss and combed your fingers through his dark hair.

You smirked and ran your thumb over his bottom lip. “So, who rolls first?”

In an instant, Eddie was scrambling for the notebook and dice that had been abandoned on the covers of his bed, moving to sit next to you with one of his legs over both of yours.

“Okay, so first we roll for what we’re going to be doing. You wanna roll?” He handed you the dice and you shook it in your hand a couple of times before you rolled it on the duvet.

A six.

The two of you looked at the first category of dice rolls and found the result for a roll of six. You felt your face heat up as you read what it was.

“Mm, full on sex. Guess we’re diving right in there, huh?” Eddie’s hand at the bottom of your back as he spoke had you becoming moist already. Forget the sex, just him talking about it was getting you wet.

Eddie’s roll landed on a seventeen and he quickly browsed the position category, shifting a little as he did so, and you noticed him starting tent in his jeans. You glanced at where his finger was resting on the paper and squirmed when you read the words ‘cowgirl (regular)’.

Your next roll gave you both the location of the back of your boyfriend’s van with the one after that determining that your hands would be handcuffed behind you for the whole time. With each roll you grew more impatient and aroused as you pictured in detail what you would be doing.

Your final roll was to decide what Eddie would be wearing, with Eddie’s deciding the same for you. With yours landing on a one – the brunette remaining as fully clothed as possible – he rolled for the final time.

“Yes! Nat twenty!”

You laughed as you looked for the result, the laugh turning into a slight moan when you found that you were going to be wearing nothing except for his denim vest. You’d never had sex with him before while wearing just his vest, but you knew for a fact that he was definitely going to enjoy seeing you completely bare apart from that single piece of clothing of his adorning your body.

A hand gently squeezed your thigh. “Are you happy with all the rolls? If there’s anything you want to reroll, we can-”

“No no! I’m perfectly happy with all of these rolls, thank you. I just can’t wait to see your face while I ride you in the back of that van.”

You and Eddie headed out to his van, making sure nobody was around, and climbed into the back. Your boyfriend smacked your ass as he closed the doors behind him, shrugging his denim vest off. His lips met yours in a messy, heated kiss as he began to undress you, stopping briefly to pull your shirt off over your head before he resumed his assault. His teeth grazed against your bottom lip while his deft hands skimmed over your sides and up to your bra clad breasts. Your own hands tangled themselves in his hair, your lips parting to allow his tongue entry into your mouth. You felt his hands pull the cups of your bra down and moaned into the kiss when one of his thumbs rubbed against a sensitive, hardened nipple. His fingers had you moaning as he pinched and pulled at it, his mouth moving to kiss and suck your neck where it met your collarbone. You pictured the pretty purple that spot would be there tomorrow as he bit into your skin and quickly lapped and sucked at the mark to soothe it.

“Eds,” you huffed out through an uneven breath as his kisses made their way down to the nipple he’d bullied. His lips surrounded it and he gently tongued and sucked at it while he played with your other nipple. One of your hands gently tugged his hair while the other dipped under the back of his shirt for you to claw at the skin. With your groin flush against his, even through your clothes you could feel his hardened cock rubbing against you. You ground against him, your hips rolling at a slow rhythm and creating delicious friction. He bucked his hips up against yours as he switched to suck your other nipple briefly before he removed your bra completely.

“Fuck, you’re gonna look so hot in my vest,” he groaned out as he fumbled with the button and zipper on your jeans. “Your tits are gonna look fan-fucking-tastic.”

You briefly moved off Eddie’s lap for a moment, not missing the needy whine that left him as you did, and kicked off your shoes with your socks, jeans, and underwear. You felt his eyes hungrily drinking in the sight of you as you made a show of putting on his denim vest. The way he gently palmed yourself as you cupped your breasts over the denim had you growing increasingly wetter down below.

You nudged Eddie’s hands away from his crotch to pull his hardened, throbbing cock out of his boxers and jeans and smirked when you heard him hiss at the sudden hit of air against his bare skin.

“You ready to cuff me, baby?” you asked as you straddled his hips once more, casually running a finger up and down his length as you did so.

You obediently put your hands behind your back when he held up the handcuffs from his room. Eddie sat up and clicked the handcuffs into place, not even needing to look to see what he was doing. He gave them a gentle tug.

“Are they too tight at all? Too loose?”

You shook your head. “My wrists are very comfortable, thank you.”

He smiled and placed a tender kiss on your jaw. “Are you sure you definitely want to continue? You don’t want to stop and go back to the trailer?”

“I’m sure, Eds. I promise I’ll let you know if I want to stop.”

“Vice versa.”

Eddie took out a condom and rolled it over his shaft before guiding your slick pussy over the head. He gave you one last look – a chance for you to change your mind – and allowed you to take in the tip of his cock when you nodded at him enthusiastically.

The feeling of him stretching you out as you gradually took more of him into your pussy had you gasping and tipping your head back. Once he was fully sheathed, the two of you moaned and Eddie stroked your thighs. A lazy smile pulled at his lips as you rolled your hips forward.

“Fuck, you feel so good, sweetheart. Why don’t you start bouncing like a good girl for me?”

You did as you were told without question, beginning to move yourself up and down his dick slowly. The feeling of him moving in and out of you without your clit being touched elicited a needy whine out of you, praying he’d touch you and rub circles into the bundle of nerves soon. Your wrists met the resistance of Eddie’s handcuffs as you tried to move them into a more comfortable position, leaning back slightly and making his cock hit your insides at a different angle.

Calloused and firm fingers cupped your chin and tilted your head down so that you were looking into the brunette’s eyes, bringing your face closer to his so that he could caress your lips with his own teasingly.

“Eddie, please,” you whined, speeding up the action of your hips a little in the hopes it would convince him to touch you where you really needed him to.

“Please what, sweetheart?” His tongue darted out of his mouth and swiftly swiped across your bottom lip. “Use your big girl words and tell me what you want.”

A whimper escaped you. “Please touch my clit while I ride you. I’ll be such a good girl, I promise.”

“Only if you keep bouncing for me, princess.”

You started to bounce on his cock harder, taking him in to the hilt and rocking against him each time he was fully submerged inside you. The moan he unleashed reverberated through his chest and went straight to your core.

“You like that?” you asked smugly as you slammed back down onto him and rolled your hips.

“Fuck yeah, keep doing that,” he replied breathlessly. The fingers grasping your chin pulled you in for a sloppy, messy kiss while the thumb of his free hand began to rub your clit just the way you liked it. You whimpered into his mouth as your tongues met, the combination of his thumb stroking your bundle of nerves while his cock reached deep within you began the build up of heat and pleasure in your belly.

“Eds, fuck, please keep doing that, I’m gonna cum,” you pleaded.

He released your chin and used that hand to prop himself as he started to thrust and buck his hips upward to meet yours, somehow pushing himself deeper into you as you both moved faster, trying to chase down your climaxes. Your wrists pulled against the now warm metal encasing them as you felt yourself getting closer and closer to cumming. You felt Eddie rub at your clit harder and quicker as his breathing became heavier.

“God, fuck Y/N I can’t hold it in any longer, I’m gonna…” his words were cut off by the high pitched moan that left his mouth as his hips stuttered and he came inside the condom. The movements of his thumb became sloppier as he emptied himself, but it was still enough for you to cum too, your bouncing ceasing as you ground against his hand and his cock.

As the wave of pleasure subsided, Eddie retrieved the key for the handcuffs from his jeans pocket and unlocked the cuffs, removing them and tossing them aside. You gently lifted yourself off him and rubbed your wrists. He took one into his hand and pressed delicate kisses to the reddened skin before removing his condom and tying a not in it ready to throw it away later. You lay down beside him and cuddled up to his side and he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“You did so good, sweetheart. How are your wrists? Do they hurt?” He gently traced his fingers over the red marks before you intertwined your fingers with his and brought his hand to your lips.

“They ache a little, but they’re not too sore or anything. Did you enjoy it?”

The brunette gave you a gentle squeeze. “Absolutely. I was right when I said you’d look really fucking hot in my vest. I think that image is seared onto my brain for life now.”

You giggled and moved so that you were resting on his chest and looking into his eyes. “Good. I’d hate for you to forget how great I look in your clothes.”

Fingers traced patterns on your skin as he took in the fucked out expression on your face. “How did I get so lucky, hm? Beautiful personality, beautiful body, beautiful tits. You’re the whole package.”

“You’re not so bad yourself, big guy,” you responded as you wiggled your brows at him, enjoying the way he laughed and looked into your eyes. “I love you.”

He beamed, the happiness lighting up his face. “I love you too, Y/N.”

Tagging @druigswitch just like you said I could I hope that’s okay iuhsgkshgd (I may have just outed myself as one of your anons on your other blog but that’s fine lmao)

[hashtag-xolo]

Might be a bit of a broad question, but what do you like most about Xolos? What made you choose them as Your Breed? Xolo propaganda please 🤲🤲

Xolos are just really cool dogs. They're ridiculously smart but their version of intelligence looks pretty different from what most people think of. They are pattern seekers. They will find the pattern even you weren't aware of. They will then adhere to that pattern and do their best to make that pattern as efficient as possible. For instance, when Tzapo was first taught was training was he firmly believed that he could hack the system by staring me dead in the eye and offering rapid fire sits that I didn't ask for. "I sat twenty times where's my treats, bitch?" It was so fucking funny and also like... A totally correct and valid conclusion based upon what he knew so far. I realized he would try to predict my next moves based upon repetitive training sessions and skip steps to get to the end after two reps because he knew what the end point was already. After one visit to a new location he would assume we would do the same things again and he would try to replicate that on our next visits. Boy just had this brain for patterns and routine that was ridiculous. And it makes sense - his breed doesn't care about partnering as much as a breed can care. His breed cares about survival skills and not expending extra energy so he looked for the patterns to exploit them. He would intuitively follow our exact path back on a trail by scent - I never taught him this. He just did it because we'll obviously we go back the way we came. And he was also so obviously befuddled if I changed our route on the way back because why would I do something nonsensical like that? We are going back??? I dunno man, their problem solving is just way different than any other dogs I've worked with. They just look at the world in a way that's different than a lab or a shepherd.

Honestly they're closer to terriers which is why I want a terrier too. They're very prey-driven and very independent dogs. They don't need me. And I respect the hell out of that. If my xolo is working with me it's because I made the work worth it to them over the absolutely tantalizing squirrel over there. Which is saying a lot because even Tzpao wanted nothing more than to eat a squirrel. They're intensely prey-driven. And they have a lot of energy. They play hard. They play really loudly and really physically. They love to run so much. Both Tzpao and Nico love the sheer act of running. Tzapo always wanted me to run with him it was adorable. Just to run and to go.

But once they're done doing their own thing they also really really want to be with their person. They're aloof with strangers but their person is their person. They adore you if they have picked you and it's not even separation anxiety. They just would rather be with you than any other person or thing. Like Nico isn't anxious about being away from me now. But his world isn't perfect if I'm not there. I need to share his world with him. Both Nico and Tzpao offered eye contact and check ins outside from the get go because they want to ensure I'm coming along for the experience with them. And once they see I'm there they both like, pick up the pace like "oh yay! We're together! Let's go!" And it's just such an endearing enthusiasm of "it's just you and me and this is perfect" that melts my heart. We're buddies we belong together. They're just so sweet. And they won't share that with anyone else. They'll be friendly sure but no one else gets the same level of affection as their special person. I dunno it's just so sweet.

They're wild and so so sweet and so ridiculously silly as a breed. They do weird shit and find novel solutions to things and they keep you on your toes as a trainer because they will break your system because they're looking for the system. And I love it.

[jeizet]

do you have any hcs about the dragon or royal aus you have for kagihira?

OH BOY?! IF I DO?!

Enjoy the reading.

Royal AU (Prince! Hirano x Knight! Kagiura)

It was his family's tradition that pushed Kagiura Akira toward the path of becoming a knight. His brother is a trainer for the new batch of knights in training, his father served as a general, and his grandparent was the personal knight of the late king. Thankfully, Kagiura embraced being a knight and enjoyed the training at a young age.

Hirano takes a lot of pride in being a prince, he wants to do his best the moment he steps as a king and supports his country and people to grow.

It took years for Kagi to realize he is in love with Hirano. Once he noticed his own feelings, he realized that maybe he loved him since the moment he saw his smile.

Kagi's family owns a farm, but his little sisters make the best paper in town. He "gifts" that paper to Niibashi—the royal artist— in exchange for an art piece of the prince, most of the time they are sketches, but if Niibashi feels in a good mood he will make a full tiny paint for him.

Kagi doesn't know how to read or write so Hirano reads him his favorite books because Kagi begs him to, knowing the prince loves the idea of sharing his passions with someone. After a while, Kagi starts learning how to read by memorizing some words, and after his prince compliments him he asks him to teach him to read more—only because he wants more compliments from his prince—.

Kagi was the strongest from his batch when he joined and became popular, so popular that older knights started sparring with him. The curious prince always watches Kagiura's amazing sparring sessions from his studio, even before they were friends.

Kagi becomes obsessed with his prince's cologne, after a particularly long mission he had. The prince sent letters scented with his cologne.

Kagi started sending scented letters and his prince asked him to stop on the next letter—he realized himself since Kagiura never told him about him scenting the letters—, telling him how he liked the smell of his old letters. The knight thought the prince disliked the cologne... but the prince likes the knight's smell as well.

Niibashi teaches Kagi how to dance so he can impress the prince during a ball... only for Kagi to be a naturally good dancer.

When Hirano goes to the palace library often, since the library is open to anyone he met the local baker Sasaki... he caught him reading gay porn and was surprised when he didn't even try to deny it. Later on, he admitted he was reading it because he caught the cute librarian reading it, Hirano asked where those books were so he could tell his knight to avoid that section(since the knight usually chose books with pretty covers so they could practice).

After meeting the Prince, Kagiura's sole mission became to be strong enough to stay next to the prince's side for the rest of his life. Admitting it in front of the Prince after they were fighting about a line of a book.

Hirano: "But it's so sad! It doesn't make sense! why would he wish to die alone?! How can you get it?!"

Kagiura: "Dying alone IS sad my prince! What the sir is talking about is how he would prefer to die alone than not to be by the deathbed of his loved ones! that's what he means by 'I wish nothing more than for the seats of my funeral to be empty'!"

Hirano: "But then who would hold him on his deathbed?! Wouldn't you feel alone if you had no one's hand to hold?"

Kagiura: "Maybe, but I would be content. I want to promise my mother that I will live happily, thank my dad and brother for what they taught me; tell my older sister not to worry, that I will protect her daughter; tell my little sisters the things I never told them; I want to hold YOUR hand, and make you feel protected until your end!"

Hirano: "...I swear I will live longer than you..."

Kagiura: "...! ...I can't wait to see if that's true."

Dragon AU headcanon and ideas (Dragon! Hirano x King! Kagiura)

Hirano can make his body parts as dragon-like as he wants, the ears, scales, tail, and horns are a personal preference but he always has a long tongue, long nails, and long hair. Both his nails and hair can be trimmed but they grow incredibly fast and will go back to extreme length if he turns dragon and goes back to being human.

They met because Hirano was stealing from his treasure room as a tiny lizard... he thought he was being sneaky but Kagi was actually stopping all his servants from interrupting him because it was so cute

Niibashi: "But sir! Those are the people's money too!"

Kagiura: "We will up the taxes if needed"

Niibashi: "Sir!"

Kagiura: "Don't worry... I will only up the taxes for the rich."

Hirano chirps when he is happy.

Hirano can change sizes, he can be a tiny lizard that fits in Kagi's palm with little wings, or a big dragon. This doesn't affect how his body works.

Hirano has fire breath and it makes his body really warm, Kagi loves holding him during winter but is insufferable during summer... Hirano will cuddle him nonetheless.

Hirano will randomly go to Kagi and settle down on his lap all cat-like. This is amazing when he is a tiny dragon but Kagi would like Hirano to care about how humans don't randomly sit on other human's lap and cling like a Koala. He cares so little that he genuinely doesn't realize he is in human form sometimes so he also:

gets into the bath with Kagi

is naked in front of Kagi

Sleeps with Kagi

Is fed by Kagi

Licks Kagi to show affection

Bites him jokingly

Hirano calls Kagi "King" or "My King" because Kagi has become part of his treasures; while Kagi calls him "Majesty", "your Majesty" or his name (in private) because he would never dare to call a mighty dragon "his". Hirano also calls him that to make Kagi look more powerful in front of him people, he likes Kagi to be seen as "The king who owns a dragon" although Kagi very much dislikes people to think he "owns" Hirano—he likes that  Hirano likes it tho—. More than once Hirano went into his dragon form because someone was being disrespectful, not really to threaten them but to show how powerful Kagi "supposedly" is. Because Kagi would ask him to stop and Hirano would, it makes him look like he tamed the dragon.

After Hirano started to act as the "King's pet" other royals wanted to buy his scales for jewelry, only for them to be banned from Kagi's kingdom.

If you make Hirano blush hard enough, actual steam will come out of his mouth.

If he sneezes, fire will come out his nose, this is cute by itself but is even cuter in his tiny lizard form.

Kagi teaches Hirano what "kisses" are. They were in Kagiura's studio and Hirano randomly sat on his lap, Kagiura was so tired he started caressing Hirano's back without realizing it, he noticed when Hirano started chirping softly, and in a moment of delusion, he went and kissed him on the shoulder... Hirano stood still for a second and then he rested his head on Kagi's shoulder and Kagi took it as a sign to keep giving him kisses, making Hirano chirp louder. Kagi stopped when his shoulder started to ache because it was getting burned by Hirano's sighs.

Hirano—as a "reptile"— has breeding seasons; he used to become territorial and aggressive of Kagiura's treasures and stayed in the treasure room. But after the kisses session they had he became clingy and kinda territorial; but instead of being territorial of the riches that Kagi has, he is territorial of Kagi himself not letting him leave the room. During the first week, Kagi did not move from his bed because Hirano didn't let him. The moment Kagi tried to leave Hirano turned into a whole ass dragon (slightly smaller to fit the room), grabbed him, threw him on the bed ("gently"), and turned into a little lizard to lay on his chest.