#he was so playful and still a literal baby and so fucking cute oh my god so cute

[vivvangel]

could u do when enha sees u trying to reach smtg on top of tha shelf ( short reader ) tysmmm and I love ur content

viv's note 💌: this is such a cute ask, thank u!! tried keeping it gender neutral. girlies who read dork diaries raise your hand also nikis scenario is a bit diff ig ☝🏻 ✧ warnings: very small and precise scenarios tbh. enha x short reader, teasing, use of nicknames and swearing. fluff!

tiny | enhypen reaction to their short s/o trying to reach something on top of the shelf !

LEE HEESEUNG (♡⁠)

"what are you doing, baby?" he says, a smirk spreading on his lips when he sees you not being able to reach the top shelf. "just tryna-" you pause, tiptoing to reach it, but no avail. "just trying to grab my mug, hee" you turn around, pouting — heeseung thinks you're absolutely adorable, coming towards you and patting your head, grabbing the mug with ease, you could never. "here you go," he smiles softly, why was your boyfriend such a giant? you weren't short, he's just too tall! really.

PARK JONGSEONG (♡⁠)

from the bedroom, jay heard you screaming, "JAAAAAYY" — him frantically running to your voice, "what's wrong?, oh my god" jay's eyes scan the room for a second, "love, what's wrong?" he asks softly. you looked at him, as you stood in front of the bookshelf, with your hands on your hip. cute, jay thinks, walking to you. "my majesty, how can i help you?" he says sarcastically and you point to the fourth shelf, "dork diaries, i wanna reread.. dork diaries" you say, your voice trailing off into a mere whisper by the end of it. "goodness sake, love" he eyerolled, grabbing it for you.

SIM JAEYUN (♡⁠)

baking with jake, what could ever go wrong? nothing, except the fact you couldn't reach a damn thing. "i swear in another life, ill be born as a 7 foot nba player, for fucks sake" you huff, as a result of being unable to grab the sugar, as you continue mixing the cupcake batter to achieve a more liquid state. "yeah right, you'd still be a short dork" jake chuckles, shooting you a playful glance as he grabbed the sugar from the shelf, sliding it on the counter to you. "hey, you aren't that tall yourself, mr sim" you taunt, making him grin. "taller than the you, aren't i?" — "oh, shut up yunie"

PARK SUNGHOON (♡⁠)

the front door of your shared apartment flung open, sunghoon glancing at the door before his eyes went back on the game he was playing on the tv. "you home already?" he asks, glancing at you once again as you come in with your shopping bags, putting them down on the kitchen counter. "you will not believe what happened!" you say, sunghoon noting a frustrated tone in your voice. he looks behind, "mhm, tell me about it" and looks back at the game. "i was at the store, and i was struggling to grab stuff from the shelves and the worker there thought i was a fucking child, can you believe that?" you scoff, it was completely unbelievable to you that they'd think that — not that unbelievable to your boyfriend, sunghoon, who literally always towered over you. he quietly chuckles — "stop laughing at my misery, hoon!"

KIM SEONWOO (♡⁠)

"baby, i wanna do that big boy trend" you voiced out, sitting up on the sofa. "big boy trend? isn't that dead already?" sunoo says skeptically, side eyeing you. you whine out a please, and he agrees — "but cutie, compared to you, i'm like.. actually big, you couldn't even grab the bowl—" he says, biting his lip to hide the wheeze that would come out if he didn't, "i'm not short!" — "yeah, princess, whatever you say. now come here!"

YANG JUNGWON (♡⁠)

"wonie, i have something extremely serious to talk about" you lowly say, making jungwon look at you, narrowing his eyes. "serious, huh? what's up?" he says, his voice laced with concern. "i think.. i think i'm too short for you" — what? jungwon starts laughing, how does he have the audacity to laugh! "why are you laughing, won?" you question him, crossing your arms. "baby, you're so tiny and cute, i wanna put you in my pocket. -- oh? is this about you not being able to grab my tie from that box earlier?" he chuckles, and you nod. "you're so short, but you're cute so it's fine" — "so, you think i'm short?" — "i think you're cute, y/n"

NISHIMURA RIKI (♡⁠)

having a boyfriend so tall, makes you look like a little gremlin beside him (his words, not mine!) "riki, i'm literally not that short, you're just—" you tiptoe, trying to get the childhood photo of you out of his hands, you don't even get to finish your sentence, niki cutting you off. "i'm just too tall" he mimics your tone, bursting out in laughter, ruffling your hair. "hey! i wasn't done!" you pout, but he kisses it away.

[getodrools]

after reading 'drunk in love' i can now only think about drunk toji, sloppy makeouts and pussy kisses 🎀

໒꒰ྀི｡•̀ᴗ-꒱ྀི 🗞️ omgeee yes ! drunk toji is so filthy ! he's a dirty old man who would do anything to get his paws on you – he just gets extra nasty with liquor sobb ꩜ ᯅ ꩜

+ here is that drunk in love fic – w/ toji and others that's about the same concept if you enjoyed this one ! <3

𖣠﹒﹒content﹔mdni ୨୧ f! reader. pussy drunk! toji (quite literally). dub con (both parties are drunk but this is all consensual sex). lots of sloppy kisses and sloppy pussy kisses. dry humping. cunnilingus. fingering. pussy spank sob (he could get mean). clit biting. squirting ! ! he cums in his pants ;c. | wc –> est 1.1k+

toji initiated this gently – playful with soft kisses and you in his lap, cradling the small of his waist. when he'd feel your plush thighs squeezing then and there he'd tip the bottle to your mouth. but at every brush of one's lips lasting longer began to slip with more drool. your maws wet and leeching.

he’d pour some more.

it burned. your face scrunching up so cutely he couldn't help but think, ‘fuck, that's my pretty girl.’ his cock stiffens up rock hard at just the drunk simmer in your smile, reminding him of the same faces you'd make when his tongue lapped at your pussy…

your eyes squeeze together, no tighter than the vice your thighs shake around toji’s head. twisting and turning, he groans at your tremble. slapping your thighs back open and giving them a mean pinch so he could fix where he wants his tongue planted down on you.

“quite whinnin’ baby.” hot mouth still smothered between puffy folds, the deep grumble vibrates a mess of bubbles from between his lips – a mess of mixed salvia and sticky sap you glisten more than his lower face with… you could almost hear the squelch when he'd slurp you right up too, tongue catching your clit and giving your nerves a gentle nibble. the sharp suckle forces your hands to knot in sheets and get lost in his shaggy hair.

gruff and sucking hard but not forgetting your little hole. toji hooks a finger deep in your cunt and he curves it just right your eyes knockback.

toji’s own flutter open or droop closed, getting lost between your legs or watching you get lost in the clouds. not only did the firewater still boil in your blood, it mixed deliciously with the slop of mess puddling at his chin, and you swear you could feel the wet muscle all the more.

drunk and a filthy mess.

toji wraps tight lips around your clit, sucking a mean pull ‘til the puffy nerves popped out his mouth. hips bucking, your boyfriend sloppy and just as drunk, yet the pistoning of digits and lethargic lapping gives your tummy a coil.

drunk on spirits or lust – either one, you spew out incoherent words, babbling long syllables and howls of his name, “toji! oh fuck– toji!” and he lets you roll your hips into his face. he finds it cute how you desperately mush his nose into the fat of your lips with the help of your hand-knotting in his hair, tugging at him in fervor.

he follows, taking a breath before scissoring a long tongue harder and between crammed fingers. the boozed man spreads you open, two digits keeping you wide to stuff a slippery tongue in your sopping hole. plugging you up with a constancy of flicks, you almost beg for a break, too wasted to other than moan.

your legs tremble. cumming and whining all over again.

toji himself moans into your cunt. not noticing every time you cried out his name, his hips looked for friction. cock too hard to be ignored, even off the rocks, his body knows what gets him off.

he gives a wet kiss to your lower lips; sliding his mouth up and down with a slosh, it almost tickles ‘til he gives you a mean swat. that hurt. your eyes squint open, mouth humming out an, “ah, tojii..” expecting the ceiling in your view, toji had already crawled up your body – now hovering an overwhelming gloom above you.

but that silver smile makes you giggle. falling pliant into his ragged touch again. it was anchoring and strong, handfuls of you squeezed into his grasp, he was reaching for every warm inch to hold close to.

“so messy...” toji grumbles. his mouth, chin, and his chest was wet— illuminating. you didn't even have to see the aftermath on the sheets, already feeling it puddle at your ass…

but catching a glimpse between your bodies as he clanged around, your brow hooks in. giggling at his own mess in his pants. a sludge of cum damped in his briefs and it was thick, oozing in strings through thin fabric.

“what're you giggling about? you.. you should be asleep..” you should be asleep. your body was already begging to fall into rest, but you couldn't help but giggle.

toji was scruffy and messy as is, but watching how he felt in his natural state with sap in his stubble and batter coating down his leg, and some liquor brewing in his system. he just looked so haggard. it was alluring, a timeworn man with rough edges made your cunt clench…

<– BACK: PINNED 𖣠 NEXT: MORE TOJI FUSHIGURO –>

[i-literally-cant-with-this]

A/N ::: AT LONG LAST SOMETHING ABOUT DRAKEN!!!!! My god. Idk wtf has been wrong with my brain but it was not functioning correctly there for a bit. Anyway, here's hoping this is the end to my dry spell of Draken fics/bits.

C/W ::: Draken x Bored.F.reader, playful sex. Nothin' special, just kinda cute.

WC ::: 715 +/-. Literally, I don't know how I managed to write something so short.

MDNI under the cut.

█▓▒▒░░░ "I'm so bored," you whined.

"Then get off your ass 'n do somethin'. Jesus." His response did not please your under stimulated mind or body.

So, you took his advice, got off of your ass and onto his lap. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you started to kiss his face, eventually making your way to his lips.

"Heh - what's this, princess? You think you're doin'?" His arms snaked around your waist and he pulled your closer to him. Higher up on his lap so you were completely straddling him.

He scooped his hands to cup under your ass and began moving you so you were sliding back and forth across the (now completely noticeable) bulge in his gray sweats.

"Wanna play?" He kissed your neck, inching his hands from your thighs to your waist and back again.

"Mmm-hmm … play with me, Ken. I want you t'let me win, too, k? Unless you just HAVE to be the winner. In which case, I'm sure we could work something out."

You laughed so sweetly when you wanted him. He loved to see the look in your eyes grow more and more dark the needier you got. "I'm a lover, not a fighter, princess. You can have whatever you want."

He smiled up at you, lifting his hips so that his bulge was pressed even harder against your core. You whimpered and reached to pull his sweatpants down.

"I wanna win, Ken. You gotta help me win." Your voice was dripping with desire and he was more than happy to oblige. He grabbed the bottom of your shirt and helped you lift it over your head. You unclasped your bra and tossed it to the side as his hands slid up and down your body.

"Fuck, baby. You're so fuckin' hot." His eyes roamed over your breasts and then down to your pussy where you were grinding on him. You leaned forward and kissed him again, your tongue pushing past his lips.

You pulled back, a string of saliva still connecting your mouths.

"This game, Ken. It's called 'Get The Other One Off First'. And I wanna win. Needa win, k?"

"You're on, princess." He grinned and pulled down his boxers, his thick cock springing free. He took it in his hand and started stroking himself as he watched you pull off your panties and toss them at his face. He caught them with his teeth and growled playfully.

"Gonna get'cha, doll. You ready f'me?" He continued to pump his cock as he stared into your eyes. You nodded and positioned yourself over his tip.

"Mmm ... ready for you, Ken. Always ready for you." You slowly lowered yourself down onto him, your hot walls stretching around his hard cock.

He let out a deep moan as he filled you completely. "Oh, fuck yeah. You feel so good, baby." He lifted his hips and thrust up into you.

"Winnin' already, though. Fuck - don' know how much longer 'm gonna be able to play. You're giving me one hell of an advantage here." He threw his head back against the couch and closed his eyes.

"That's okay. Tryin' my best to beat you." You started to bounce on his lap, the sound of your ass slapping against his thighs filling the room. "I'm close, Ken. S-so close … fuck … how - how the fuck do you make me feel this good."

"Because. I know you, baby. I know how to get you off." He grabbed your hips and pulled you down onto him even harder.

"Oh my god - oh fuck - fuck!" You leaned back, letting him hold you so you wouldn't fall, and came on his cock. Your juices trickled down his shaft and pooled at the base. He pumped into you a few more times before he groaned and spilled inside of you.

"Shit, baby - shit … fuck - you're so fuck-in' h-ot!" He held you close and you sat still for a few moments as the both of you tried to catch your breath.

Finally, he let go of you and you lifted yourself off of him. You sat down beside him on the couch, your head resting on his shoulder.

"I won." You said in the most bratty voice you could persuade.

"You won, yes yes yes. Now, what do you want? A gold star?" He put an arm around you and pulled you closer, kissing your temple.

"Fuck that. I want a rematch." ░░░▒▒▓█

@ryuuc00chie @trevengersprincess @katkusuo @kazutora-kurokawa @arlerts-angel @darkstarlight82 @viburnt @southside-otaku

[honeyhotteoks]

a little more love to give (j.yh + p.sh)

summary: fifth and final installment in the husbands series; it's been years, and you life with them has grown, you just don't expect your second baby to be a surprise. part one: room for three || part two: and if i stay || part three: their gift || part four: hold fast together

note: 18+ content, minors DNI. // i'm back.... with the final installment of the husbands series. it's essentially all fluff and tender smut, definitely less hard than previous chapters but you know, they're parents now lol

warnings: non idol!yunho, non idol!seonghwa, fem!reader, married!yunhwa, established yunhwa x reader relationship, mmf, brief mention of trouble conceiving, pregnancy, discussion of early pregnancy symptoms like nausea, headaches, dizzy/fainting spells, nervous!yunhwa, some physical body descriptions relating to body change with pregnancy including weight/physicality, but on a fun note...... praise, degredation/humilitation, body worship, so much fucking oil, vaginal and anal fingering, oral (m receiving), oral (f receiving), cumshots, mention of sir kink but not used, lots of verbal instruction, lots of breast and nipple play, nipple clamps, light pain play, gratuitous use of good girl, sweet girl, pretty girl, etc., essentially if you don't want to read pregnant!reader sex, don't read this but honestly they're pretty in love and i thought it was cute - please let me know if i missed any.

pairings: yunho x seonghwa x reader

genre: smut, fluff, domestic / slice of life

word count: 11.4K

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special note - their daughter's name is dasom, which literally translates to love in korean. seonghwa calls her 'nae sarang' which also translates to 'my love'. i think after all the trouble they had getting pregnant, there's nothing else they would want to call her but love. i just thought that additional context might be nice for some readers. please enjoy, and thanks for sticking with this one. x

You’re tucked away in the dim light of your bedroom nursing a headache when you hear the front door of your apartment swing open. Checking your phone for the time, you wince at the bright light and press the lock button again quickly to dim the screen. You have unanswered messages and notifications, but you can’t even think about that with the way your head is aching, you’re just glad it’s not as bad as it was a few hours ago. 

With a sigh you stay settled under the covers and opt to listen, your husbands getting home from their respective days downstairs. 

“Oh,” You hear Seonghwa say first, “hey, Nari,”

Your best friend’s voice is bright and clear, echoing up the stairs and you know she’s in the entryway to greet them, “Hi, Seonghwa,” and then a beat later, “baby, look who’s home!” Her voice lilts up, playful and fun.

Your daughter makes a joyful, bubbly sound, “Appa!” 

“Come here, nae sarang,” He’s hauling her up into a hug, you just know it. 

You duck your head up out of the blankets to listen more closely despite the throb behind your temples. 

“She’s getting so big,” Nari says.

“Mhm,” Yunho’s low voice murmurs, “a proper little princess now,”

Your daughter giggles, and you smile.

“Where’s y/n?” Seonghwa finally asks.

You had all but begged her to keep your secret, but Nari is a terrible liar and all she can do is stumble over her words, “She’s, well, you know her, she’s,”

“Nari?” Yunho asks, a laugh in his voice still.

“Princess,” Seonghwa coos to your baby girl, “where did your mommy run off to?”

There’s a long pause, and you can almost picture your baby’s teary face, round cheeks pink and wet with fat tears. It took so long to get her to stop crying in the first place. “Eomma,” she wails, and you grit your teeth.

“Oh, aegiya don’t do that,” Nari soothes, “it’s okay,”

“Shh,” Seonghwa croons, and you know he’s rocking her from side to side. 

“What’s going on?” Seonghwa sounds confused. 

“Ah. I just got her calmed down,” Nari sighs.

“E-Eomma!” She wails again and this time Yunho’s voice isn’t so casual.

“What’s going on, sweetheart?” He maintains a light tone for her, but you can hear the anxiety in it, “Where’s mommy?”

“She,” Nari starts to say. but your daughter’s bubbling wail cuts her off.

“Eomma f-fell down!” Another pointed sob. 

“What?” Alarm is laced through Seonghwa’s voice, “Is she alright? Why didn’t someone call us?”

“She’s completely fine,” Nari assures, “she just called me to come watch Dasom after,”

“After what?” Yunho presses.

“Hush, baby, it’s okay,” Seonghwa croons, trying to even out your baby’s cries.

“Where is she?” Yunho asks insistently, trying to keep calm in front of Dasom. 

“She’s not hurt, she didn’t even hit her head, she’s just,” Nari back tracks, “sorry, okay, she’s in your room,”

You hear jogging, footsteps hurrying up the steps, and Dasom wails again, Nari’s soothing tone humming as she takes your daughter back in her arms. 

The door pushes open wide, Yunho’s eyes searching and nervous, “Hey,”

“Hey,” You murmur, groaning a little at the harsh hallway light, “oh, please shut the door, the light,”

Seonghwa pushes the door shut as Yunho crosses the room, sitting on the edge of the bed and looking you over, “What’s going on?”

“I’m okay, don’t worry,” You reach for his hand and give him a squeeze, “Dasom just got scared because I’m not feeling well, and I asked Nari to come over so I could get some rest,”

Seonghwa eases onto the opposite side of the bed, scooting over until he’s sitting up against the headboard by your side, “she said you fell? Fell how?

You sigh into your pillow, “I was making her lunch, and I got dizzy,” 

Yunho’s eyes flick to his husband’s, then back to yours, “Okay,”

You know they’ll panic when you say it but they’ll find out no matter what, “I fainted, which I think just seemed scary to Dasom,”

“Did you hit your head?” Yunho reaches for you, fingertips soft on your jaw, “Should we go to the hospital?” 

You shake your head, “No, no, I caught myself fine,” 

“I still think a doctor,” Seonghwa sounds nervous, “you fainted out of nowhere? I saw you eat this morning,” 

Your mind flicks back to when you threw it all up in the hallway bathroom while Dasom was down for her nap, how you pulled yourself up and rallied to make her a little lunch and then found yourself stumbling in the kitchen, your daughter’s nervous voice in your ear. 

“I don’t need a doctor,” You assure him, “I just need a little rest,” 

“Come here,” Yunho slides closer and lays his hand across your forehead, “you don’t feel warm,” 

“It’s not a fever,” You murmur, taking his hand and pressing a kiss to his palm before letting him pull away. 

“If you felt bad enough that you needed to call Nari,” Seonghwa shakes his head, “that you couldn’t keep an eye on Dasom, I think it’s serious enough that we should see a doctor, jagiya,” 

You wanted to tell them later, to confirm things with a blood test first, to make sure everything was going well before you announced the news, but you suppose there are enough signs that you’re sure. Little things you had been brushing off for weeks, not to mention the positive test from the pharmacy. The same exact symptoms that you had with Dasom, down to the sudden migraines. 

“It’s okay,” You take his hand, “I promise. It was scary for Dasom, but she’s three,” 

“Then why did you call Nari?” Yunho presses, “You should have called us, I could have come home early,” 

You’re hardly ever sick, and you forgot how fussy they get anytime you so much as sneeze. 

Your head throbs again and you sigh. You had wanted to make it special, to make it more romantic than this, but there’s no keeping it from them now. You shake your head, “I called Nari so she could watch Dasom while I rested, and so she could pick me up a pregnancy test on her way,”

Yunho’s face goes slack, “A what?” 

“I’ve been getting sick again,” You push yourself up in the bed to sit against the soft headboard, “everyday at lunchtime just like before. I didn’t think anything of it, of any of the signs because we haven’t been trying,” 

“You’re kidding,” Yunho leans away, glancing between you and Seonghwa, “you… why didn’t you tell us you were sick?” 

You open your mouth to explain, to find something to say, but Seonghwa finally speaks up. 

“You’re pregnant?” He stammers, “Are you sure?” 

“I’m sick everyday, dizzy, my headaches are back, I’ve been crying at fucking everything,” Your eyes sting at the thought, “I’m so late, I didn’t even realize it, we’ve been busy… but I’m so, so late,” 

“Oh my god,” Yunho’s face lights up, and he presses a hand over his mouth. 

“There’s a positive test in the trash,” You nod towards the bathroom, “I was going to go to the doctor tomorrow, confirm everything with a blood test and then tell you… so much better than this, but, yeah, yes, I’m pregnant,” 

“Jagi,” Seonghwa breathes, and you realize now his eyes are full of unshed tears. 

Yunho tugs you into his arms and you start with a squeak. His arms wrap around you, his face ducked into your neck, and he takes a watery breath, “I can’t believe it,” 

“I don’t know when it happened,” You lean your cheek on his chest, “but if my symptoms are lining up on the same timeline as Dasom, I’m at least twelve weeks,” 

“The lake trip,” Seonghwa says after a moment, and you flip back in your mental calendar to three, almost four months ago when Yunho’s parents had taken care of Dasom for a long weekend and the three of you slipped away for a much needed vacation together. 

Yunho nods into your neck, his hand coasting up and down your back. 

He’s not letting you go, and Seonghwa hasn’t said anything more, and your stomach flips. “This is good news, isn’t it? I mean, I know we haven’t talked about it recently, but it’s,” 

Yunho laughs sharply, pulling away and cupping your cheeks, “Of course it is,” His cheeks are wet, eyes sparkling, and he surges forwards to kiss you, his breath shaky on your lips. 

“Oh, thank god,” You mumble against his mouth. 

A light knock on the door catches your attention and you hear the door squeak open, “Hey, y/n,” 

Yunho pulls away, but he can’t quite pull his eyes away from you as you lean past him, “Yeah?” 

“Dasom’s getting a little ancy,” She murmurs, “how about I take her tonight? A little sleepover with her auntie to give you three some time?” 

You exhale and nod immediately, “You - Nari, that would be such a help,” 

“Did you,” She looks at you pointedly and gestures between the two men on either side of you. 

“Yeah,” You can’t stop the grin on your face. 

Yunho wipes away the tears threatening to spill over and pushes himself off the edge of the bed, “Let me help you get her things together, is she still crying?” 

“No,” Nari shakes her head, “she’s upset, but I got her to calm down for now,” 

“I’ll talk to her,” He squeezes your hand and takes a steadying breath, trying to calm down his sudden swell of emotion. 

“Don’t tell her yet,” You interject, “please,” 

“No,” He agrees, “not yet,” 

“Congratulations,” Nari says quietly, “all of you,” 

Yunho grins wide, nodding and Seonghwa murmurs a quiet thank you. You’ll have to do something nice for Nari, something special for taking care of Dasom today and giving you time with your husbands tonight. 

You had always talked about having more children, but the timing was never quite right. Dasom alone was a handful, plus the demands of all of your jobs growing stronger. It just became something you might do soon, but not now. Always not now. 

You watch Yunho take a deep breath before he follows Nari back downstairs to tend to your daughter, and then you’re alone again with Seonghwa. 

“Hey,” You murmur, shifting to meet his eyes. 

“Hi, darling,” He smiles warmly, eyes still shining. 

“How are you?” You gently prod his thigh. 

“I can barely believe it,” He admits, “but darling, you know me, I’ve always wanted another baby,” 

“You’re happy?” 

“So happy,” He reaches for you, shuffling closer on the bed until you’re pressed together, forehead to forehead, “I love you,” 

Tears bubble up again in your eyes and you nod against him, “I love you too, Hwa,” 

“I love our little life together,” He murmurs softly, “every second,” 

Your breath hitches a little, and you let your eyes slip closed, breathing together in time with him in the center of your bed. A light commotion downstairs breaks you both apart and you grin, “We should get up,” 

“You should be resting,” He shakes his head, “how’s your headache?” His fingertips smooth along your hairline as he looks you over. 

“Better than before, but still,” You sigh, “you remember what they were like,” 

“I do,” He gives you a soft, sympathetic smile, “which is why I’m saying go back to bed,” 

“I will when Dasom leaves,” You lean forward and kiss him gently, “but I don’t want her to be scared tonight, I should let her see me before she leaves,” 

There’s no argument there, so Seonghwa takes a deep breath and climbs out of the bed to offer you a hand, “I’ll go with you.” 

“Let me clean up second,” You blink hard when you get to your feet, the equilibrium of the room and the light from the hall a little jarring still, but you are feeling better than before, so you smooth your hair back and turn towards your vanity. You don’t bother to try and look completely normal, Dasom’s smart enough to see right through that, but you still run a brush through your hair and try to perk up just a bit to avoid looking dead on your feet. 

Seonghwa stands behind you, watching in the mirror with a smile on his face. 

“What?” You smile back at him, the joy in the room infectious now. 

“You’re a beautiful mother,” He says softly, “and I love you,” 

Pink tinges your cheeks at his words and your eyes flick down, “I love you too,” 

“My pretty wife,” He wraps his arms around you again, nuzzling your cheek and peppering soft kisses across your cheek. 

“Oh, stop,” You twist to kiss his soft lips, “come on, let’s go down,” 

“Mmhm,” He kisses you again before he lets you go and leads the way out of their bedroom and towards the stairs. 

As you enter into the light you wince a little, but it’s not so harsh that you can’t manage. 

He lays a hand on your lower back and moves to see your face, “Is it too much?” 

“Not yet,” You assure him, “I’ll be fine for a few minutes,” 

The voices downstairs start to shift, and you realize that Yunho is walking back towards the foyer at the bottom of the steps by the front door.

“People cry for happy things too, baby,” Yunho murmurs, and from the top of the stairs you watch him walking back and forth with Dasom in his arms, her tiny face pressed into his chest. 

She says something to him you can’t quite hear, muffled into his shirt. 

He smiles, rubbing her back, “I can’t tell you yet,” 

Her head pops up, and she rubs at her face with her little hand, “Why not?” 

“Mm,” Yunho narrows his eyes at her playfully, “because it’s a surprise,” 

Seonghwa wraps his arms around you from behind, listening with you. 

“I want a surprise,” She nods and Nari’s laugh echoes from the next room. 

“I know,” Yunho shrugs, keeping the energy light so she relaxes more, “but I promise when you come home from Nari’s we’ll have the surprise ready,” 

She sighs, and Seonghwa chuckles behind you. 

“Are you ready, baby?” Nari holds up Dasom’s coat and little backpack. 

“Can we watch Ariel?” Dasom perks up, scrambling to get out of Yunho’s arms.

“Mhm,” Nari drops down to her height to help her put the coat on, “but I don’t remember all the words to the songs, so you’ll have to teach me,” 

“I know all the words,” She says and you watch Yunho’s face light up. 

Seonghwa squeezes you, “I want to see her before she leaves,” 

“Me too,” You brush off your cheeks, and despite your headache you get yourself together enough to go downstairs, “do I look like I’ve been crying?” 

“Not too bad,” Seonghwa assures you, “me?” 

You shake your head, “Only a little,” 

“Yunho’s the crier anyways,” Seonghwa grins, and then starts down the steps. 

You follow him, and at the first creak of the stairs, Yunho looks up and Dasom whips right around, “Eomma!”

“Hey,” You smile, “I heard you’re having a sleepover,” 

Yunho’s watching you like a hawk, his body tense like you might faint again at any moment but you give him an easy smile and shake your head a little. Seonghwa’s hand presses into the center of your back, and the minute you hit the landing, your daughter collides with your legs. 

“Hey, hey,” You smooth back her hair, “what’s this?” 

“Are you sick?” She mumbles into your leggings. 

You share a quick smile with your husbands, and then reach down for her. When you hoist her up, both of them take a sudden step towards you, Seonghwa’s hands around Dasom’s waist to help lift her and take any weight off, but you settle her on your hip anyways. 

“I’m not sick,” You assure her, “you know how mommy gets headaches sometimes?” 

She nods. 

“Just a headache,” You smile, “I’m sorry I made you worry, baby,” 

“It’s okay,” Her words run together, and then she twists in your arms to find Yunho, “Appa has a surprise,” 

“Oh, he does, does he?” You smile, her attention back on you, and when you look up Yunho’s holding up his hands and mouthing an apology. 

“I want it now,” She kicks her little legs and you smile. 

“Mm,” You consider her words, and she watches your face carefully as you pretend to think, “I don’t know, my love, patience is important.” 

She frowns, and at the first quiver of her bottom lip you shake your head, she stills. 

“The surprise isn’t ready yet,” You tell her honestly, “but when you get home, it will be. So if you can be a big girl, and be very patient, your present will be here when you get home from your sleepover,” 

“But,” She starts, but Seonghwa is quick to intervene. 

“Dasom,” He says, voice soft but just a little more firm than before, “mommy’s not feeling very well, don’t argue, please.” 

Her mouth snaps shut, and she still looks sad, but she nods. Every day you feel her growing up in your arms and learning little by little and your heart clenches. A sudden image of her teaching your new baby flickers through your mind and you feel overwhelmingly tender, soft like you might cry. 

Seonghwa picks up on the change immediately, “Come here, nae sarang,” 

She’s out of your arms and held in his a moment later. Yunho’s wide palm smooths up and down your back and you take a steadying breath. 

“Can you put your jacket on for auntie, please?” Seonghwa asks, turning her away from you and nuzzling her with his nose, pressing a kiss to her soft cheek. 

“Yep,” She says as she drops to the floor and stretches her arms up and wide for Nari to slide her arms through the sleeves of the puffy coat. 

“God, she’s cute,” You murmur under your breath and Yunho chuckles at your side. 

“Let’s go, babe,” Nari zips her up and grabs her backpack from the floor. 

Yunho steps forward and snags it, “I’ll walk you down,” 

“Thanks,” Nari nods, patting Dasom’s back. 

Dasom says goodbye to you over her shoulder, focused on whatever Yunho’s saying to her, the stress of the day forgotten now that she’s seen you up and walking around. Yunho keeps her attention with ease and her little hand locks on Nari’s. You watch her go and despite your headache, your heart aches worse. 

“Alright,” Seonghwa murmurs as soon as they’re out of sight, “back to bed,” 

“Yes, please,” You admit, sighing and leaning against his chest. 

“I’ll come with you,” He kisses your hair. 

“It’s early,” 

“So, I’ll stay until you fall asleep,” He pushes you gently towards the stairs, “just relax and let me take care of you,” 

It’s easy to do, you’ve been letting him care for you for years. He takes you to bed and helps you slip into sleep. By the time Yunho gets back upstairs you’re out like a light and the two of them are left to marvel in the news by themselves. 

It’s hours and hours before your headache breaks and you wake to the warm feeling of your husbands bodies pressed close to you. Someone’s arm is wrapped around your middle, someone’s thigh pressed between yours, lips on your shoulder, a hand on your backside, feet tangled together under the comforter. Morning light bleeds into the room, pale yellow and warm, one of the first times you’ve woken up by your own internal clock in what feels like months. 

You’re pressed into Seonghwa’s chest, and you kiss his bare skin softly, eliciting a contented sigh from his lips. His hand slips down from its place on the small of your back and under the waistband of your sleep pants, coasting over your skin and squeezing you in all the right places. 

“Mm, Hwa,” You pull him closer. 

“How’s your head?” He asks softly, checking before he takes his hand any further. 

“Better,” You nod, your lips traveling up his throat, “come kiss me,” 

Yunho rolls closer behind you, groaning as he wakes, the familiar feeling of his morning hardness connecting with your thigh. “We haven’t slept in,” He sighs, “in so long,” 

“It’s seven-thirty,” You laugh against Seonghwa’s lips. 

“Exactly,” Yunho tugs you both closer, “our six am human alarm isn’t jumping on us,” 

“Oh, you miss her,” Seonghwa laughs, “I know you do,” 

“So much,” He smiles against your shoulder. 

“Well,” You murmur, pressing your hips back into Yunho’s to feel him just a little closer, “I think our sleep is about to get worse, not better in the next few months,” 

“True,” Seonghwa shifts down in the bed to kiss you properly, his fingers tangling with Yunho’s above your head. 

“Mm, but I think,” Yunho reaches around and smooths his hand over your stomach, and then stills completely. 

“What?” You mumble, shifting back from Seonghwa’s lips and looking over your shoulder to try and find your other husband’s eyes. 

“You’re already showing,” His hand moves across you again, this time from top to bottom of your belly to trace the soft swell, “how did we not notice?” 

“It’s not that much,” You shake your head, but Seonghwa is already sliding his hand out of your sleep pants to curl around your front and feel for himself. 

“Yes, it is,” Seonghwa grins, backing up to look down at you, “oh my god,” 

“Come here,” Yunho tugs you back onto your back gently and Seonghwa pushes the comforter down until it’s settled low around all of your hips. 

“Look,” Seonghwa slides your sleepshirt up until it’s tucked just under your breasts and he smooths a hand across your belly, “that’s a bump,” 

Shifting in the covers you look down at yourself, “You’re right,” you murmur softly, eyes still studying yourself. 

It’s still small, not the pronounced curve of a clearly pregnant person’s body, but they know you and every inch of your skin well, and to them it’s plain as day. Your body has been so different since Dasom, softer in so many ways and even to you this little change is easy to miss until you’re really looking. To anyone else the subtle swell would be nothing, but to you it’s everything. To them, it’s your words made real. 

“Look, look,” Yunho grins, sliding his hand down your side until he cups under your stomach,  his hand clearly folding into the slightest curve at the change in your body, “you really are pregnant,” 

“Yeah,” Your voice is small. 

Yunho moves low in the sheets suddenly, pressing his lips to your stomach and smiling, “Hi, baby,” 

You stroke his hair softly, “You’re so cute,” 

“We’ve missed months,” Yunho says without looking back up, stroking your skin again, “we started talking to Dasom when she was the size of a pea, we’ll have to catch up with this little one,” 

“God, I really do love you both,” You sigh. 

“Mhm,” Yunho kisses your stomach again, “and we love you, and this new bean,” 

You could cry, you really could. 

“Boy or girl?” Seonghwa murmurs, propping his head up on one hand. 

“Sister or brother, is the real question,” You offer, “Dasom would lose her little mind if it’s a girl,” 

“Should we find out early?” Yunho asks, pulling his attention away from your stomach and looking up at you both. 

With Dasom you did, you were all being too cautious and careful about the pregnancy since it had taken so long to get there that you had every health screening and pregnancy checkup known to man, so the mystery of your baby’s sex wasn’t easy to keep when you went through as many ultrasounds and doctors visits as you did. 

“Maybe,” Seonghwa says, “it might be nice to know early to help prepare Dasom, they always say it’s hard for kids to adjust from only child to older sibling. Maybe if she knows sister or brother she can start to think about it early,” 

You nod, chewing your lip and absent mindedly running your fingers through Yunho’s dark hair. 

“She could help us decorate,” Yunho offers, “it might help keep her involved so it’s an exciting thing, not a scary thing,” 

“It’s a good idea,” You agree, “but let me get a check-up first,” 

“Sure,” He says, “but it’s still nice to plan for, she’s going to be so excited,” 

“I hope so,” 

Seonghwa snuggles into your one side, kissing you warmly and wrapping an arm around your middle, “How are you feeling so far today?” 

“Normal, I think?” You smile. 

“Yeah?” Seonghwa brushes your hair back, “Nausea? Headache?” 

You shake your head softly and then take a moment to feel your body, taking stock of all the little things. You stretch against the mattress, arching your back a little to shift out of your sleeping position, and find yourself in a deep yawn. 

Yunho’s hand smooths over your stomach as you stretch long, his fingers spread wide and grin across his face, “I really can’t believe it, I thought we’d have to try again,” 

“Me too,” You admit, threading your fingers with his. 

“Last time was…” Yunho trails off, and he doesn’t have to say it, you all remember. 

“Let’s not think about it,” Seonghwa surprises you, reaching across to brush Yunho’s cheek, “let’s just be happy about this little one,” 

Yunho swallows and clears his throat, pushing away whatever momentary emotion had flooded up inside him. It was hard for all of you, and when Dasom finally came all of those hard, bad things were easy to forget, at least for a little while. 

“There’s a lot to be happy for,” You smile, pushing past those memories and focusing on the present, “for one… we’re alone,” 

“That is a very good point,” Seonghwa kisses your head. 

“Alone for a while,” You add, “hours, even,” 

“Oh, you are feeling better,” Yunho laughs, dropping a kiss to your belly and sighing warmly against your skin. 

“We’ve been so busy,” You relax between them, letting your shirt ride up a little, “don’t you miss me?” 

“Don’t even joke,” Seonghwa huffs, picking up on your queues with ease and slipping the shirt up and off your head. 

Yunho pulls the tie of your sleep pants open with one firm tug and slides them off in a hurry. 

They crowd you on either side, lips dropping on your skin and hands smoothing over you until Seonghwa stills, cupping the beginnings of your bump and Yunho falls still beside him. 

“What?” You reach for Seonghwa, trying to tug him back down to your mouth. 

“Nothing,” He shakes his head, “I just keep remembering that you're pregnant again.” He smooths his hand down further, looking for your thigh. 

“Mm,” You stretch, letting Seonghwa shift your leg open wide, “does this mean you’re both going to start fussing over me again?” 

“Who’s fussing?” Yunho smirks, easing down the bed and pressing kisses across your belly until he’s settled between your open thighs. 

“You,” You smile, “treating me like glass,” 

“To be fair,” Seonghwa’s lips travel across your shoulder, teeth nipping at your collarbones, “we were all nervous last time,” 

“And now?” You sigh. 

“I think we know how to take care of you,” Seonghwa chuckles. 

Yunho’s hands coast up and down your thighs, “And there’s nothing wrong with being gentle,” 

You start to smile, but your breath catches in your throat as he runs the back of his knuckle down your slit, the fabric of your panties tickling your sensitive nub. 

“Taking it slow,” Seonghwa offers, his mouth dancing closer to your nipple but conveniently never touching. 

“I like slow,” You breathe, letting your eyes fall closed. 

“Mm,” Seonghwa shakes his head, “no,” 

Yunho chuckles. 

“You like hard,” Seonghwa nips at your breast with his teeth, “and fast,” 

Your breath thins as you feel your body start to respond. 

“And rough,” Seonghwa adds, the pad of his thumb pressing down over your nipple, “and sometimes mean,” 

“Fuck,” You hiss as he flicks your nipple hard before pinching it between his thumb and forefinger. 

“Slow,” Seonghwa adds, “just makes you whine and beg for hard and fast,” 

“So?” Your hand on his back tightens. 

“Sometimes we want just want to take our time darling,” Seonghwa’s tongue finally, finally flicks across your other nipple, “especially when we know how sensitive you must be,” 

Yunho presses a kiss to your clit through your panties, sighing through the fabric, “Are you sore, sweetheart? Aching?” 

“Does this hurt?” Seonghwa cups your breast, kneading it with a little more pressure than before and you gasp. 

“N-no,” You breathe. 

“Do you want it to?” Seonghwa squeezes you again. 

Your hips buck softly, pressing your cunt harder against Yunho’s face and he smiles, flicking the firm muscle of his tongue over your clit, dragging the cotton fabric across it enough that you rock your hips again. 

“This is too slow,” You let your head fall back against the bed, “and you know it,” 

Seonghwa lifts his head, kissing your lips before brushing his fingers along your jaw, “Just for now,” he murmurs. 

“Okay,” You crane your neck up to kiss him back, “but you remember what things were like with Dasom, you won’t hurt us,” 

Seonghwa smiles, and Yunho lifts his mouth away to slip his fingers under the edges of your panties and drag them down your thighs. “Us,” Yunho repeats, his voice content and soft. 

“I have an idea,” Seonghwa sighs, “how about you lie back and trust me, jagi,” 

“You know I do,” You didn’t mean to upset him, and of course there’s nothing wrong with him taking his time, but you’ve been gifted with time alone and you really, really want to use it. 

“Just hush,” He shakes his head, “close your eyes.” 

You snap them closed immediately, “Yes, sir,” 

“Mm,” Seonghwa makes a soft, negative noise as he shifts off the bed, “not today, okay? Just be with us,” 

You nod, feeling Yunho’s hands slide up over your hips to warmly ground you. 

The sound of a drawer opening perks you up though and you lift your head to try and hear better. 

“Baby,” Seonghwa says to Yunho, “how’s this?” 

“Perfect,” Yunho agrees, and you feel him shift on the mattress, his hands leaving your hips, “and get me the - yes, those,” 

“What are you two doing?” You finally ask, desperately eager and wanting to open your eyes. 

“My darling,” Seonghwa says, “we’re going to show you how much we love you,” 

“For as long as you can take,” Yunho adds, “as fast or slow as we want.”

Your body melts into the mattress, you know that tone of voice. You love that tone of voice. 

“Tell us if something doesn’t feel good,” Seonghwa’s voice is back at your side.

“I will,” You promise, and you can’t help the smile on your face. 

“Alright beautiful,” Seonghwa kneels by your side, “lift up, eyes stay closed.”

Yunho’s hand on your hip clarifies your other husband's words and you press up to lift your hips high. They’re prepping something, communicating silently with each other, and it leaves you wanting. You’re a second away from pleading with them to tell you their plans. 

“There we go,” Yunho says, “you can relax,” 

When you ease back down the sensation under you is different, a soft towel underneath your hips and you’re about to open your mouth and try to guess their plan, but your husbands push your thighs open wide and something warm and wet and slippery drips over your bare mound. 

You sigh out a soft moan as the warming oil slides down between your thighs, and then you feel it again. Warm oil spreads again, this time across your belly and breasts and you suddenly realize what they mean to do to you. It’s not often that you have the time for this kind of foreplay anymore, let alone the patience for it. Seonghwa isn’t necessarily wrong either, you love them when they’re bossy and firm and taunting, so room for this kind of slow worship is narrow. Except something about Yunho’s thumb gliding the oil down over your cunt is making you dizzy, so you let them give you what they want. 

“You’re beautiful,” Seonghwa murmurs into your ear as he smooths the oil up your chest and spreads it across your skin, “always, jagiya, but something about this,” 

“Mhm,” Yunho hums, his fingers slowly massaging your skin, close to your slit but never parting your folds, “so perfect,” 

“Please touch me,” Your voice is breathy, “please,” 

“We are touching you,” Yunho says and you can hear the teasing smile in his voice. 

“You know what I think?” Seonghwa sighs, sliding his hand over your breast again and massaging. 

“Tell me,” You arch into his touch, opening your legs wider for Yunho. 

“I think,” He squeezes your nipple a little harder than before, “we clearly haven’t been taking care of our darling properly if we didn’t even notice this.” He massages the oil down your chest over the soft, small swell of your stomach. 

You twitch beneath him, breath quickening. 

“We need to make it up to you, my love,” Yunho’s voice is low, husky as he stays focused on his task. Every warm rub of his fingers anywhere near your dripping slit has your hips jerking. 

“Oh, god,” You sigh. 

“Mm,” Seonghwa massages your chest again, “I think these are fuller, we missed that too, love,” 

“Oh,” You moan sharply as he pinches your nipples again. 

“You’re being so patient, sweetheart,” Yunho murmurs, the tips of his two fingers dipping inside you for just a moment. 

“G-God, do that again,” You press your body forward, begging for just a little more. 

“Yunho,” Seonghwa says, his voice firm, “hands off,”

Suddenly no one’s touching you, and you’re a breath away from screaming. Your body’s pulsating with need, not just the extended, slow foreplay bringing you up but the sheer amount of hormones coursing through your body that make you want to come so hard you hear colors. 

Still, you know better than to open your eyes. 

Seonghwa descends over you with ease, his mouth hot at your ear, and his words have you arching in the sheets. With a nip at your soft earlobe he says low, “Can we play with you, baby?” 

All you can manage is a stammering yes. 

“Let us play with your pretty body, baby,” He kisses your throat and a warm hand fully cups your sex. 

“A-anything, anything,” You’re almost embarrassed by how much of a puddle you already are, but it was exactly the same last time you were pregnant and you’re sure they’re loving every second. 

“Good, good girl,” Seonghwa murmurs, his voice tender, “I love you so much,” 

Blush floods your cheeks and you feel warm pinpricks behind your eyes, “I love you too, Hwa,” 

He kisses your cheek, your jaw, your throat, and then pulls back slightly before you feel the bed move, “Would you like clamps, or are you too sensitive?” 

Your eyes fly open and you immediately see Seonghwa above you, in his hand a familiar silver chain. You nod immediately, “Yes please,” 

“Are you sure?” He smiles, a little teasing as he palms one of your breasts and starts to lovingly tweak your nipple into a hardened peak. 

Warm pleasure sparks through you at his ministrations and you whimper, “Yes,”

He preps you easily, making sure you’re ready to take the clamps and your skin there is dry enough that they won’t slide off. Your eyes flick to Yunho who watches with rapt attention, his lips parting as Seonghwa secures one nipple clamp and then the other. 

“How’s that?” Seonghwa checks as he sets the second one. 

You’ve been sensitive lately, he’s certainly not wrong about that. Your breasts aching with the changes of your body, and you’ve been hyper aware of anything brushing along your nipples at all, let alone the sensation of a clamp, and if you're being honest it hurts. You hiss sharply as he releases the pressure of his hand and lets the clamp close, and he doesn’t rush to remove it but his eyes flick to yours. 

The initial pain fades to a kind of numbing warmth and you exhale slow and steady, “I’m okay, it feels good,” 

“And this?” He draws the chain tighter in his hand, just enough that the clamp pulls at your nipple. 

A shock of pleasure runs through your breast down your back, “Oh fuck, Hwa,” 

“Good,” He smiles, dropping the chain on your chest, “sit up a minute, would you?” 

“Sure,” You push yourself up and Yunho takes your hand to draw you up into a seated position on the towels. Seonghwa spreads another towel down behind you before shucking off his boxers and sliding behind you. As he situates, you realize what’s on the bed next to you. Next to the bottle of warming oil are two vibrators and a dildo. Yunho smiles as he sees your expression. 

“Come here,” Seonghwa says from behind you as he scoots closer, one leg on either side of you now, “lay back,” 

Yunho eases you back down onto your husband’s bare chest, “Comfortable?” 

“Mhm,” You assure him, “but I know you’re planning something, I know that look,” 

Yunho laughs and shakes his head, “If spending the morning making my wife come is planning something, then sure,” 

Your muscles clench around nothing at his words and you can’t help but wet your lips. 

“Now,” Yunho smiles, “just relax for us,” 

You nod, and Seonghwa pushes your hair back as you lay on his chest. His hands settle on your slick skin, massaging the oil into every part of you that he can touch, his hands never quite coming back to touch the clamps or their chain. With a sigh, you let your muscles relax fully and your legs fall open and slack against Seonghwa’s thighs. 

Yunho pushes off his knees and settles down next to you, sitting almost hip to hip with you, before uncapping the bottle of oil and pouring a little more out in his hand. 

You exhale low and slow, “Should I close my eyes?” 

Yunho glances back at you, “Do you want to?” 

“Do you want me to?” You clarify. 

He shakes his head, “We want what you want,” 

You swallow hard, your body lighting up at just the sight of his hands glistening and ready to please you, “I want to watch,” 

“Good girl,” Seonghwa chuckles, nipping at your ear and pressing kisses anywhere he can. 

“Now, please,” You sigh, widening your legs a little more, “Yunho, please,” 

“Shush,” He shakes his head, and you’re about to protest, but then he’s touching you and your mind is singing. 

Yunho slides his hand down and parts your slick folds with ease, his middle finger teasing your entrance repeatedly until he sinks it inside. You moan, tilting your hips up a little more. 

Seonghwa hums behind you as he watches, his cock stiff and aching behind you, but it hardly matters because right now their attention is laser focused on you and you alone. One of his hands travels up to cup your breast and slowly he starts kneading your soft flesh. 

“You’re so wet,” Yunho murmurs, almost to himself as he starts to rock his hand in a slow massaging rhythm, dragging his fingers down and back up your swelling clit before dipping inside you each and every time, “and tighter,” 

The feeling of his hand is already too much, applying perfect pressure and speed to knot your body up with need but never push you anywhere close to the edge of anything. He’s taking his sweet time, savoring you and your body, and you’d be embarrassed by the intensity and intimacy if it were anyone in the world but them. 

Seonghwa’s plush lips start to work over your throat, sucking at your pulse points and placing tender bites along the column of your neck. Your breath is thinner, thready and you can’t help the little whimper that bubbles out of you. 

Your eyes almost flutter shut, but Yunho’s other hand dips under your raised thigh and he glances back at you with warm eyes. 

“W-what,” You start to ask what that face is for, what he means to do, why he won’t speed up, but then his fingers press down on the tight ring of muscle between your cheeks and your voice cuts off in a tight moan. 

“Does it feel that good, baby?” Yunho presses his fingers inside, pumping them slow and deep. 

“Yun,” You moan, “more,” 

For the first time all morning, he listens. 

Yunho slides one hand to your clit, setting a firm pace of massaging circles while his other steadily pumps two fingers in and out of your ass, curled in just the right way to apply pressure where you need it while the slick pad of his middle finger stimulates your aching bud. 

“Oh, baby,” Seonghwa smiles against your throat, “is he making you feel good?” 

You nod, your face crinkling up as the edge of your orgasm starts to curl up and over you. 

“Tell us how good,” Seonghwa directs, and his hand slides down your sternum and takes the chain. 

“I’m,” Your breath catches and you roll your hips, “it feels so, so good,” 

“Good enough to come?” Seonghwa pulls the chain and you arch with it, the pull of the clamps against your prone nipples combined with the steady pulse of hands inside you making you keen. 

“Yes, fuck,” You choke. 

Yunho chuckles and his hand speeds up. 

“God, oh god,” You pant. 

Seonghwa massages your body with his free hand, deft fingers pressing in all the right ways over the soft, plush curves of your sides, your stomach, your thighs. His opposite hand pulls the chain with the slightest bit more force. 

You cry out, voice dying in your throat and your eyes clamp shut, body arching up in their hands. 

“Color, darling,” Seonghwa asks quickly, “you alright?” 

“Green,” You shake your head, “don’t you dare fucking stop,” 

“Come,” Yunho commands, doubling his efforts on your clit, “I know you need it,” 

“F-fuck,” Your body flushes with heat, slick wetness everywhere, and you can’t really get purchase on anything, but you try, your oiled hands gripping Yunho’s back and Seonghwa’s thigh. 

“Come on,” He bids again, “let go,” 

Seonghwa tugs the clamps again and your vision whites, your legs snapping shut and body curling as you crack open, nothing but a stuttering mess of moans and shivering limbs. 

“No,” Yunho wrenches your legs back open, “I’m not done with you,” 

Your mind doesn’t make sense of it until you feel the silicone nub of the suction vibrator. He works quickly, locating your clit with ease and closing the mouth of the toy over it before clicking it on. The sensation is immediate and it takes both of them holding your legs open wide to keep you from closing down on yourself and riding out the sensation. 

“Good, baby, yes,” Seonghwa’s fingers are tight on your skin, “what a fucking mess you are,” 

It takes all but thirty seconds of the sucking toy and Yunho’s fingers working your ass open for the familiar tight bubble to build again, only this time the pressure is all encompassing and you only have a second of conscious thought before the sound that leaves your lips is desperate and feral. 

“I’m gonna fucking come,” You scramble in Seonghwa’s arms and he tugs the clamps again, “I’m- I’m gonna,” 

Yunho rocks the toy, circling with the suction, and you swear you lose time. 

You come so impossibly hard you think you just might bring back your migraine, but it would be worth it for this. Clear fluid pulses out of you as you release and Yunho’s saying something encouraging as he coaxes you to come more with his fingers moving fast across your slick folds, but you can’t hear him. 

When your body starts to pull away from him and your moans turn to little overstimulated sobs, he pulls back and clicks off the toy, and drops low to press hungry kisses across your skin. He sighs against your inner thighs, nips at your soft belly, and can’t help himself when he takes a long, slow lap of your cunt. 

“I need you right now,” He confesses, “H-Hwa move,” 

“Slow down,” Seonghwa tries to bring him back down to earth, “take a breath,” 

Yunho’s hands tighten on your thighs. 

“Seonghwa,” You shake your head, “please,”

“Alright,” He murmurs, dropping the chain, “I got you.” 

He slides out from behind you, and then Yunho’s above you, wasting no time at all. He finds your entrance with ease, rocking his hips slowly until his cockhead catches inside you, and then with a slow press forward of his hips he fully seats himself inside. 

The stretch is delicious, dizzying and deep, and you moan, biting down on his shoulder. 

“Am-am I hurting you?” He asks, breathless. 

You shake your head, “No, you feel so perfect,” 

He drops his head against yours and sighs into your hair, “God, you’re so tight, I can’t,” 

Your muscles clench around him, pulsing wet and warm around his cock and he chokes, his hips dropping lower. 

“Jesus, fuck,” He breathes low through his nose, “I’m trying really hard not to fuck the life out of you,” 

“Mm,” You rock yourself up against his pelvis, “why don’t you,” 

“Because,” He shifts back enough that he can see your face, “I said slow,” 

He draws his hips back, dragging his hot length almost all the way out of your channel, before pushing in again just as torturously slowly. You moan, hard and arch in his hands, “Again, please, again,” 

He does, just as slowly. He repeats himself, and then his eyes flick over your body, softening at the sight of you below him. Yunho sighs, dropping over you so that your bodies are flush together, still careful to keep the bulk of his weight off you. His mouth closes on yours, tongue dipping into your mouth, sharing one single warm breath between you as he starts to roll his hips. You taste yourself on his skin, the sharpness heady and hot between you. 

You moan against his mouth, your skin slick with sweat and oil. He cups your cheek, drags his hand down your side, slipping a little and his head bumps softly against yours. You grin against his mouth and he laughs and suddenly you realize, this is your life. Held beautifully between these two men who love you like no one else has ever loved you, their child inside you, not a single second of it a dream. 

Your breath hitches softly and you can’t stop staring up at him grinning. 

“What?” He asks softly, studying your face. 

You kiss him soft, “I love you,” 

“I love you too, sweetheart,” He breathes, “so much, I can’t… I don’t even know how to say how much,” 

“Show me then,” You cup his cheek, drawing him closer, “please,” 

He slides his hands up the back of your arms, drawing them above you, “Hwa,” 

Seonghwa catches your wrists with ease, holding them to the mattress as he moves closer to watch you both and have his hands on you. Yunho turns his head and kisses his shoulder, the closest part of Seonghwa’s skin he can reach, before snaking his way down your chest. 

“Use me,” He cups your hip, drawing you tight to his body, “I don’t want to hurt you,” 

“You won’t,” You assure him, threading your fingers into his hair. 

He shakes his head, “Use me anyways,” he says, bearing down his hips so that your clit is pressed up hard against his pubic bone, “please,” 

You draw him close, finding purchase with your heels on the mattress, and slowly you start to rock, grinding your body up into his. You sigh, the pleasant feeling of it spreading through you already, and he smiles against your chest. 

Yunho’s kisses grow hotter, little bites across as your skin and his hot breath across your nipples, but you moan when his teeth close over the chain and he draws back his head, pulling it taught. 

“Oh,” You shake, your hips stuttering to a stop, “oh, god,” 

Yunho nods, tapping your hip with his hand and begging you to start moving again. He holds your gaze as he pulls back, and suddenly you’re straining against the lead, the clamps pulling you perfectly and striking a hot stroke of need through your entire body. 

“Don’t stop,” Seonghwa offers, filling in where his husband can’t given his full mouth. 

“I can’t,” You whine, almost too tired and raw to work yourself against him like he wants. 

“Give her more,” Seonghwa instructs, and with just the slightest adjustment of Yunho’s head, the clamps pull harder. 

You’re crumbling. Desperate need strikes in your belly and you roll up into him, your muscles are aching but if you just keep going, just a little more, you’ll give him what he wants and what you know your body needs. 

His hips drop a fraction more and he hisses through his teeth, your cunt pulsing and aching as you build up, close to the edge and ready to tip over it. 

“Please,” You babble, even though you don’t know what you’re begging for. 

Yunho groans as you shift, his cock inside you bumping again and again into a velvet spot. 

“Beautiful,” Seonghwa sighs, his hands squeezing your wrists, “look at how well you take Yunho’s cock, hmm?” 

Your eyes roll, thighs starting to shake.

“Is he deep in your pretty cunt, sweet girl?” He drops his lips to your ear, pushing you closer and closer, “Do you love it?” 

“Y-yes,” You work yourself against him harder, the rolling pressure of his firm body against your sensitive clit bringing you closer and closer to release. 

“You do love our cocks, don’t you?” Seonghwa smiles, reaching between you and taking the chain from between Yunho’s teeth. 

“God, yes,” Your legs wrap around Yunho’s hips and hold him steady as you jut against him. 

“Are you close?” Yunho asks, voice broken and tight. 

“L-let me go,” Your wrists jerk against Seonghwa’s hands and he releases you immediately. Your hands fly forwards, bracing on Yunho’s shoulder and side, nails digging in as you hold onto him, “please, Yunho, move, please,” 

He sighs heavily, his hips jerking against yours and finally, finally he can’t resist it. 

You can feel how much control he’s using, trying his best to not thrust too hard or hold you too tightly, but it doesn’t matter. The rhythmic drag of his cock over your g-spot over and over sends you up, and when Seonghwa pulls down on the chain between your bodies, it all crashes into you again. 

Yunho groans at the feeling of your release, pulling back and out of you suddenly and Seonghwa switches focus. The chain drops on your chest as he moves and when your eyes open, you nearly come again just from the sight. 

Yunho still has one hand braced on your hip, but leans against Seonghwa, their lips crashed together. Seonghwa’s hand works fast over Yunho’s slick cock, and with a shuddering groan Yunho comes hard, his nails digging into your skin as he paints your body with ropes of hot, white cum. 

“Oh my god,” You breathe, your body still trembling. 

Yunho’s chest is heaving, bright pink with blush and shining with sweat, and Seonghwa brushes his fingers through his hair, pressing kisses across his face as he releases Yunho’s now softening cock. It takes him a moment to recover, but when he does, Yunho’s eyes find yours immediately, “Okay?” 

You nod, emotion flooding you as your mind finally starts to reconnect after the haze of orgasm after orgasm. Now your body is aching. You wince a little at the taut clamps, reaching for them to remove them yourself but Yunho moves more quickly. 

“I got it,” He soothes you, “Does it hurt?” 

“Not too much,” You ease him, sighing pleasantly as he unclips them. 

“Here, love,” Seonghwa uses a towel to clean you off, and it’s no replacement for a shower but it’ll let you relax here for a little bit longer until you can trust your legs. 

Yunho drops the clamps onto the side table along with the other toys, any of the ones unused forgotten in a minute. He hadn’t meant to fuck you, that wasn’t in the plan necessarily, but logic and reason left his brain the minute he saw you falling apart on his fingers. 

You’re blushing hard and recovering, limbs still a little shaky, when Seonghwa clears away the towels and pulls the sheet up over your body. He tosses the towels in the hamper and clears away the clothes off the floor, and he’s heading for the shower when your brain starts firing on all cylinders. 

“Seonghwa,” You call into the bathroom, listening as he starts the water. 

“Hmm?” He calls. 

You trade a quick smile with Yunho who’s still collapsed at your side before you call back, “Baby, I’m not done with you,” 

The look on his face when slips back into the bedroom is priceless, one brow raised and his shaggy black hair a mess of slight curls, “You need more?” 

“No,” You sigh, stretching and rolling onto your side, “you do,” 

His eyes flick over you, “You really don’t have to,” 

Yunho huffs behind you, “Just come back to bed,” 

“I know I don’t have to,” You sigh, pushing yourself up to a kneeling position on the bed, “but I want to,” 

Since getting up, Seonghwa had thrown a towel around his hips but you can still see the hard line of his cock beneath it, pushing against the thick fabric and begging to be touched. You wonder if he was going to try to quickly take care of things in the shower, try not to bother you with his needs, and that thought makes you want him even more. 

“Hwa,” You repeat, “come over here,” 

The corner of his mouth tips up in a smile and he makes his way back to the edge of the bed, “Yeah?” 

Your hands slide over his chest and find the top knotted corner of the towel, “Yeah,” you breathe, pulling the towel apart and letting it drop to the floor, “Yunho, can you help?” 

“What do you need, baby?” Yunho shuffles across the bed to be at your side. 

“Do you think Seonghwa would like my mouth? Or yours?” You ask, feigning innocence. 

“Yours,” Seonghwa interrupts, cupping your cheek, not waiting for flirty banter. 

Yunho laughs softly and nods, “There’s your answer,” 

“Sorry,” Seonghwa sighs, “I didn’t mean to answer that fast,” 

Yunho shakes his head, “I’d pick her too,” he stands, “but maybe I can still help, hmm?”

You feel Seonghwa’s fingers twitch along your jaw as he waits for what’s next, and you take the moment to reposition. You slide down onto your front, propped up on a pillow and using your leg for leverage, and then when you look back up you’re perfectly eye to eye with his pink, aching cock. 

A hand closes around it and Seonghwa moans, and your eyes flick up to see Yunho pressed flush behind Seonghwa and reaching around him. The smile on Yunho’s face is wolfish and hungry, his lips at his husband’s ear, “Do you like when I touch you?” 

Seonghwa sighs heavily and melts back into him, “Yes,” 

“Do you like when our baby touches you too?” Yunho pumps his hand and meets your eyes, nodding for you to get involved. 

You let saliva gather in your mouth, and slowly rake your nails down Seonghwa’s bare thigh, then back up to dance close to the base of his cock, down again so your fingers can slide over his balls. 

“y/n,” He chokes, “Jesus,” 

“Shh,” You murmur, and with your hands braced on his hips, you let the gathered saliva drip from your tongue over his cockhead. 

His cock jumps at the sensation, and Yunho’s hand sweeps up to take your saliva and work it down Seonghwa’s shaft as lubricant. You spit again, and once again Yunho catches it and pumps his hand up and down. 

“Baby,” You say softly, almost lazily, pressing a featherlight kiss to his velvet tip, “can I have a taste?” 

He fights the urge to jerk his hips and he nods. 

You lean forward, and Yunho slides his hand away so you can work your mouth deeply over him. Seonghwa might want to take it slow with you, but you don’t want to take it slow with him. You know they’re just being careful with you, considerate and lovely given the baby, but there’s nothing you want less than to take it slow right now. 

You surge forward, taking him down your throat in one move, your tongue dragging along the underside of his shaft until you’re pressed against his pubic bone and steadying your breathing. 

Seonghwa’s cock jumps in your mouth and he curses, hand tight in your hair now. 

“Oh, she’s hungry,” Yunho teases, “look at her,” 

“I’m looking,” Seonghwa’s voice is breathy, “God, darling, warn me next time,” 

You make a negative noise, and he groans at the vibration. You don’t warn him, when you draw back and sink forward again and then set a pace, your wet lips tight on his cock, tongue flicking at his length, hollowing out your cheeks to draw that suction you know makes him crumble. 

“Fuck,” His hand locks onto your scalp and you moan around him. 

“Does that feel good?” Yunho’s voice is husky above you, “I can give you more,” 

You suck hard and Seonghwa groans and you know whatever combination of your mouth on his cock and Yunho’s hands doing something has Seonghwa ready to melt. 

“Mess,” Yunho groans, “you and your pretty fucking mouth,” 

Seonghwa shudders. 

You pull back, taking a heaving breath and clearing your throat before you find your voice, “Fuck my face,” 

Seonghwa moans and you look up to see the way that Yunho’s teeth are attached to his husband’s throat, fingers expertly tweaking at his nipples and helping make the man a shaky mess. At you words, Yunho lifts up and moves right back to Seonghwa’s ear, “Don’t make her wait,” 

There’s a flicker of hesitation in his eyes, and you’re about to tell him that being pregnant does not in fact make you a virginal saint and he can and should come down your throat, but he reaches the same conclusion a second later and tugs you forward by the hand in your hair. 

“I didn’t say stop,” He says gruffly, pushing your head back towards him. 

You open your mouth wide and accept him with a deeply genuine sigh. 

“Your mouth,” Seonghwa thrusts forwards, knocking his hips against your lips and forcing your throat open, “is almost better than your pretty pussy,” 

You whine, breathing slow through your nose and opening up the back of your throat more for him. 

“Almost as tight,” His hips find a rhythm, “almost as warm,” 

“Almost as wet,” You feel another hand in your hair, Yunho brushing the hair from your eyes. 

“But I only get to hear you like this when I’m down your throat,” Seonghwa pants, bucking his hips as he holds you perfectly still to accept him, “I’m in love with this sound,” 

You choke a whine, trying again to regain your breath, and you’re dizzy but he’s so, so close. 

Yunho’s hand finds yours and he gives you a squeeze, an offered lifeline if it gets to be too much, but you don’t need it. You brush your thumb along his knuckles to let him know you’re more than fine, despite the heady, wet noises in the room. 

“Oh, fuck,” Seonghwa curses as his pace stammers a moment, and you double down with the suction, “fuck, darling,” 

“Fill her pretty mouth,” Yunho urges him, “come,” 

It takes two more thrusts before he groans, locking your head to his pelvis and spilling himself deeply down the back of your throat, so far you barely taste him. 

You give him a moment, but when you’re sure he’s done and just holding you in the afterglow you squeeze Yunho’s hand. 

“Come here,” Yunho must indicate something to Seonghwa, because he pulls out of your mouth slowly and takes a step back. Yunho drops into your eyeline and finds your gaze, “okay?” 

You swallow hard, clearing your throat and nodding, “Mhm,” 

“That was,” Seonghwa trails off, no words really enough to justify the orgasm he just had but he leans against the side table and exhales heavily. 

“Really hot?” You offer. 

He chuckles, “Yeah,” 

As you steady you see immediately that Yunho is rock hard again and you smile, “Are we ever going to get out of this bed?” 

“I have a better idea,” Yunho grins, and he moves forwards and wraps his arms around you. 

“What-” You start to ask, but then he’s hauling you up over his shoulder and you’re falling apart into hysterical laughter, “Where are we going? Put me down!”

“Nope,” He says, “I’ve got more plans for you,” 

Seonghwa follows you both, and then you realize the shower was never turned off. The bathroom is full of hot steam, enveloping all of you the minute Seonghwa shuts the door. 

“We’re multitasking,” Yunho slides you off his shoulder to the floor, kissing your cheek as he does and reaching in to check the temperature. 

Seonghwa wraps his arms around you, hand closing over your belly as he nuzzles your head, “Good, because I have plans too,” 

They have you again in the shower, Seonghwa on his knees between your thighs, and then once more braced against the glass doors. It’s insatiable, your need for each other, even after all these years. You’ve shared everything with them, every inch of your body and desires. Not a single moment of it worth trading away. 

It takes time to come out of your hazy morning, every time you think of pulling away something brings you back. Their lips, hands, tongues, cocks. Every part and piece of them. 

But eventually, after what feels like hours, you’re clean and dry and changing the sheets. 

You only have a little more time before Dasom comes home and your life changes once again forever, so you slip back into bed with them for just a little while longer. 

Seonghwa strokes your stomach slowly, lips on your cheek as he does and kissing the corner of your mouth, “I think it’s a girl,” 

“Yeah?” You murmur, Yunho curling closer behind your back so that you’re all tighter together. 

“Mhm,” Seonghwa smiles, “I have a feeling.” 

“You thought Dasom was a boy,” You point out softly. 

“No,” He shakes his head, “I know it this time,” 

“Do you want another girl?” You murmur. 

“I think so,” He confesses, “it just feels right,” 

“You know,” Yunho kisses your shoulder softly, “I think you’re right, I think it’s a girl,” 

“I don’t want you to be disappointed if it’s a boy,” You find his hand between you, threading your fingers together. 

“Nothing about our baby could disappoint me,” His brows knit together as he shakes his head, “girl, boy, Yunho’s… mine, it… none of it matters, it’s just a feeling,” 

“You really mean that,” You smile softly. 

“I really do,” He nods, “no matter what, they’ll be so loved,” 

Yunho’s breath catches in your ear, and you can’t quite see his face but he reaches past you and cups Seonghwa’s face, his thumb stroking along his husband’s cheek, “Oh, yeobo,” he sighs, “of course they will.” 

You duck into Seonghwa’s chest, pressing a kiss to his skin, “You have so much love to give, Hwa,”

His warm hand on your belly is a comforting weight, grounding and sure and he nods against your hair. 

“Dasom will be home soon,” Yunho murmurs, and you can hear his voice is tight and shaky, “we probably shouldn’t be crying messes when she gets here,” 

“I’m not crying,” You grin against Seonghwa’s chest. 

“Me either,” 

“Right,” Yunho takes a deep breath, “fine, I can’t be crying when she gets home then.” 

“Aw,” You twist in his arms to face him, cupping his cheek, “baby,” 

“Don’t,” He scrubs at his eyes, “you know I cry at everything,” 

Seonghwa laughs, snuggling closer, “We know,” 

“I’m just,” He sighs, “fuck, I’m really happy,” 

“Me too,” You kiss him softly. 

Seonghwa nods, “Me too,” 

“Sometimes I think about the night we met,” Yunho smiles, pushing your hair behind your ear and glancing over your shoulder at Seonghwa who makes a soft humming noise of recognition. 

“Yeah?” You cup his cheek. 

“We almost left you there,” Yunho confesses, “did I ever tell you that?” 

“No,” You study his eyes. 

“We were watching you for a little while,” He strokes your neck softly, “and I said we shouldn’t bother you. You looked ready for a date, I was sure whoever the guy was was just running late. You looked… beautiful, I thought there was no way someone would let you just sit there all night.” 

“You’ve never told me that,” You shake your head, “are you serious?” 

“Mhm,” He nods, and then his eyes travel up to Seonghwa, “but then he said, ‘What’s the worst that happens? We buy a pretty girl a drink and go home?’” 

The idea that they would have left, there at the end of the bar one second and gone the next. Interesting strangers and a passing thought in your whole life. 

“So you changed your mind?” You manage. 

“It would have been the worst mistake of my life,” Yunho says. 

“Our lives,” Seonghwa corrects. 

“Mine too,” You tug them closer, wrapping them tight around you, “and I wouldn’t have even known it,” 

Your phone buzzes on the side table and you smile, it’s probably close to that time. Dasom would be ancy to come home and at the end of Nari’s good graces. You shift to get up, but they tug you right back down. 

“Five more minutes,” Yunho shakes his head. 

“But,” You start to say. 

“Just five,” He repeats. 

For a little longer, it’s just the three of you. Tucked between them, you imagine the life you might have had without them. You would have found someone, you might have had children with them. You might have bought a house or moved out of Seoul. You would probably be happy, in that other life in that other place, you might be happy it’s not impossible. But it wouldn’t be this. Full, complete, whole. You might in some other life be a wife, but not their wife. You might in some other life have a child, but not Dasom. Not this new life. You can’t conceive of it. You’re sure you would have figured it out, but you can’t really imagine how without them. 

Your phone rings again on the nightstand, and slowly you unfold yourself from their arms to pick it up. Yunho slips his hand under the hem of your shirt while you talk to Nari, Seonghwa presses warm kisses across your neck. Not long now. 

The day stretches into itself until the afternoon sun warms your sheets and your skin. The door downstairs opens and you hear your daughter's fast footfalls on the stairs. Your stomach turns with nervous butterflies, but your husbands hold you close and the wing beats calm to a subtle flutter. You think maybe they’re not butterflies, maybe they’re something more. In an excited rush Dasom pushes through the door and throws herself up on the bed. Strong arms catch her and bring her in to cuddle close. She’s home, and now you all are too, together always. 

[cheolhub]

could you do number 54 or 99 with seungcheol please!!

SAR’S 3K MILESTONE EVENT

prompt. “c’mere, you can come sit in my lap until i’m done working.”

pairing. seungcheol x f!reader

wc. 824 (i literally don’t know what happened im sorry)

warning. thigh riding, needy!reader, soft dom!cheol, lots of teasing, pet names (baby, princess), allusions to dumbification, ummm idk what else — MINORS DNI 18+

note. hi anon! i chose 54 bc i wanted to write thigh riding LOL i hope u like this T-T it was lowkey kinda rushed </3

you’re pacing, probably creating a draft outside of seungcheol’s study. you’d much rather be in bed doing other things, but god forbid your boyfriend take a step away from work even if it was just for a second. 

seungcheol notices the way you walk past the wide-open door several times, an amused smirk sitting on his face while he continues to work. he understands you’re a bit… worked up right now, but he just needs to finish one more thing and he’s all yours.

it’s when you start obnoxiously sighing every time you pass the door that he breaks out into a full grin, a quiet chuckle escaping his lips. 

“hey, baby?” he calls and your ears perk up when you hear the pet name, practically prancing into the room with hearts in your eyes. 

you smile sweetly at him, “yes, cheollie?” you sing.

he gives you a playful look when he asks, “what are you doing?” as if he didn’t already know. 

“nothin,’” you shrug with a toothy grin. “just waiting for you to fuck me into the mattress like you promised you would’ve 2 hours ago– and by the way… is that still happening?”

he leans back in his chair adjusting his glasses. he hums out his response, voice dropping a bit, “mhm it is, is my pretty baby needy?”

your smile dissipates and pout is quick to form on your lips. “cheol, don’t tease, ‘m already a mess.” 

he coos, “oh, my poor thing.” his words are mocking, but he’s quick to make up for it. “c’mere baby, you can sit in my lap until i’m done working.”

you nearly jump him at that, running over and straddling just one of his deliciously thick thighs on the spacious chair. he smiles at you, mumbling something about how cute you are before his hands find your waist. 

you wrap your arms around his neck, “so, how much longer…?”

“not much, princess. if you’re good ‘n let me work, i can be done within the next 30 minutes.” he tells you, hands sliding up and down your sides which seems to be doing more harm than good to your soaking cunt. 

you sigh, nodding your head before clinging to his body, shoving your head in the crook of his neck as he removes his hands and returns to work. your senses are full of him, his cologne making your head spin and the ache in your beyond agonizing.

you don’t even realize how much time passes by before you’re subtly rubbing against his thigh till he’s humming, hands back on your hips to guide you. you whine into his skin at the feeling of his large hands squeezing your flesh and your pussy pulsing uncontrollably. 

he snickers at your helplessness. “aren’t you just the neediest little thing? can’t even wait 30 minutes for my dick, baby?” 

“b-been waiting all day… need it now.”

“oh, you need it, do you?” his patronizing tone has your hips involuntarily stuttering. “gonna show me then? show me how much this pretty pussy needs to get fucked?” 

you whine, his vulgar words sending shockwaves straight to your cunt, “ch-cheol, please.”

“there’s my girl, i knew you didn’t forget your manners.” he praises with another smile though you couldn’t be bothered with the way your overly-sensitive pussy clenches. he flexes his thigh and your desperate whines turn into even more desperate moans. “gonna cum like this?”

you nod your head, one of your hands slipping to the back of his, threading your fingers through the brown locks. the other comes to roughly grip and pull at his shirt desperately. you attempt to salvage any dignity you may have left when your mouth opens and your teeth sink into his neck to muffle your embarrassing moans. 

seungcheol revels in your reaction to simply grinding on his thigh. he has to admit that this might be the hottest thing he’s ever seen in his life and it’s making him so fucking hard.

“alright, baby, you’re close right? cum for me and i’ll fuck you brainless, can you do that? can you cum for me?” 

at the inviting incentive, you nod, huffing and puffing as you feel your impending orgasm swirl in the pit of your tummy. cheol can hear how close you are in your moans, each getting more pitchy and breathless as they come. 

when the rubber band in your stomach snaps, you jolt in his grasp, incessantly crying out his name followed by some vulgar curses. your hips are slowing down but still bucking against his thigh as you’re coming down from your orgasm. soon after, with cheol rubbing your back, your heavy lids flutter close and you slump against his body, still panting. 

“good girl.” he whispers. “did so well, you know that?”

you mumble into his neck, “fuck me brainless.” the words parrot his previous ones and he can’t help the laugh that escapes him. 

“don’t worry, i will.”

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[nickybloodhead]

oh my god your recent post was so good. could you expand/write something about literally dominating james in bed though!! please and thank you you’re the best <3

Oh yeah, let's make James a bitch now, shall we?

James was lying on the bed with you on top of him holding his wrists, you smiled smugly at him having him speechless and with flushed cheeks.

"What's the matter handsome, cat got your tongue? You teased him with a sly look, he was sighing shakily as watching you take control was doing things to him, he gulped and shook his head. You chuckled and moved up to his face to steal a quick kiss accompanied by a playful bite on his bottom lip, James' hips moved up a little and bumped against your crotch.

"Baby, come on…" His voice was huskier than usual, with his eyes begging for mercy to finally feel some pleasure as you had been playing with him for too long. You smiled mischievously at him and released his wrists, of course not before giving him a warning look to keep his hands to himself.

Slowly you moved down to spread kisses along his neck, chest and abdomen, you wanted to make him lose his mind with pleasure. You fiddled with the waistband of his shorts and pulled it down to reveal his fat, throbbing erection, you licked your lips at the sight of that delicious cock standing proud and erect that you would soon have in your mouth.

"Shit, I always forget how huge you are" You spit into your hand and wrap it around his girth so you massage up and down as you look into his eyes, James gasps and drops his head back with a big shuddering sigh.

"You're going to kill me if you don't do something now, please" His voice falters as he tries to pronounce the words correctly, his abdomen contracting with each caress. You pout derisively and chuckle at the sight of him reduced to a panting mess.

"Aw, aren't you cute when you beg like that?" You kiss his inner thighs without breaking eye contact with him, James can't help but moan this time as his cock twitches. You bring your mouth to his length and lick a path down it to finally put it between your lips and suck his tip, massage his balls and squeeze lightly as you love watching the mighty Hetfield squirm like a little slut. James has the cutest moans as despite his deep voice, they come out higher pitched than necessary plus his face contorts into a grimace that makes his lips look deliciously fleshy and pink. You suck him for a while, taking as much of his cock as you can, lick and jerk him off for a while until you know he's close, then you stop suddenly causing him to moan in desperate whimpering.

"Fuck, don't stop" He mumbles completely gone in his cloud of ecstasy to the point where his hand moves to grab his cock, of course you don't allow it and slap his hand away.

"Hands still, remember sexy little thing?" You reprimand him and climb onto his lap, his length rubbing against your dripping wet slit. "Ask nicely and I'll be sure to ride you good, I might even let you cum this time" You raise your eyebrows and look at him condescendingly as your hands roam his chest in a tantalizing caress.

You felt his body shudder under your weight, his eyes glistened with lust. You knew he could throw it all away and just turn you over and fuck you wildly, however James was enjoying watching his girl take control over him too much, he was really turned on so swallowing his pride, he decided to beg.

"Please pretty girl just…let me have you" You tilted your head in pleased at his words so you lifted up a little and lined his cock up in your hole to let him sink into you, you closed your eyes and moaned his name as you felt your walls accommodate to the large size of his girth, rested your hands on his chest and as promised you started to ride him.

You both moaned in complete pleasure as you rocked your hips to create friction against your clit, you were leaking all over his abdomen with every bounce as your pussy swallowed every inch of his cock, his hands gripped the sheets tightly as watching you take him so well was driving him crazy. The sound of splashing echoed throughout the room, you were both making a fucking mess but it felt so good that you didn't really give a shit; your thighs clenched around his hips as you were on the verge of orgasm.

"May I?" James was so lost he could barely utter these two words, he was fucking cute as he asked you for permission to dump his load on you. You weren't much better, you nodded granting him your permission to cum as you slammed into him faster.

With what little strength he had left he sat up and wrapped his arms around your waist to hold you down and fill you with his cum, he grunted as he spilled his release deep into you, that caused you to clench his cock as you cum with a satisfied squeal.

Then with his arms still holding you, you both fell to the bed completely sated and exhausted, your pussy still fluttering around his length milking every last drop of cum out of him.

"How good you were to me, you definitely earned the right to breed me, handsome" You whispered with breath still hitching, making James to chuckle softly and cradle your face for a languid, lazy kiss.

Imagine calling James sexy little thing 🤭

[pink-tea]

txt calling you spanish pet-names

☆ rating: sfw, fluff

☆ headcanons !!

☆ hispanic/spanish-speaking! reader

☆ i just did what txt would get called, how could i not write this aaaah. also i just found out that hbo max has say yes to the dress, i love this show so fucking much oh my god (update:) i am on season 5

☆ slight use of hispanic lingo/slang, if you need the context to any let me know in comments <3 (translations at the end!!)

other version ♡

yeonjun

ღ mi reina/rey

yeonjun seems like the type to call you some form of royalty lmao. something in my brain just sees him pronouncing the "r", smiling proudly when he says it successfully, kissing the back of your hand like a tease. really the type of guy to really just treat you like his queen/king, adoring you soso much even though he's the kind of asshole who will tap his cheek instead of straight up telling you to kiss him. i can just imagine trying to get ready, looking at yourself in the mirror while yeonjun sneaks up from behind, pressing shy kisses along the side of your neck before catching your eye in the reflection and mouthing the words "mi reina/mi rei" into your skin.

ღ amor

yeonjun's a romantic, i have nothing off the top of my head that i can use as proof of this but i feel it in my gut 100% it's such a classic but that's what makes yeonjun like using it, it's sweet, it's romantic, it makes your heart flutter and yeonjun says it at the most random yet perfect times. he has a habit of saying it mid-makeout, lips red and bruised and wet with your spit. he smiles into the kiss, pulling back just to tell you, "te amo, mi amor" because he really does :( you're the love of his life, his amor.

soobin

ღ tesoro

tesoro bc soobin treasures you <3 it's sweet and you tease him for the pet-name being a little old fashioned, but soobin just genuinely thinks of you as his treasure :( you're something lovely and bright that's come into his life, and it feels like he's searched for so long just to find you, a red 'x' marked in the sand. there was probably a time where you asked him if he calls you treasure bc he plays a lot of looting video games and the color just drains from him face. "oh my god i never thought of that," and he looks so panicked that you have to fuss and reassure him that you like it. "no! no, it's ok, it's cute, i like being your tesoro, promise <3" (he's still a little worried).

ღ bebe

soobin seems like such the type of guy to call you "babe" or "baby", but he also wants to make it special by copying the way you call him pet-names in spanish. "qué quieres comer, bebe?" he asks you one day, scrolling through the menu of whatever take-out option the two of you had settled on for that evening. "mmm, that's cute," you comment on the pet-name, coming up behind soobin from where he sits on the sofa. he twists his body to look at you, bunny lips quirked up into a relieved smile. "te gusta?" he asks, and his broken accent is cute enough for you to plant a playful kiss on his cheek. "mhm, me gusta."

beomgyu

ღ mami/papi

this is so him. at first it started out as a joke, something to tease you with whenever he's trying to get your attention. "mami, pleaseee," he whines into your ear. "quiero sentirme bien," he tries, hands dangerously close to slipping underneath your shirt when the two of you are literally supposed to be out the door. "gyu, please don't do this right now," you scold, words getting caught in your throat when he kisses the pulse-point on the side of your neck. "want you right now, mami," he persists, cold hands settling on the skin of your stomach. "please," he begs, and fuck you're weak </3 needless to say it became more than just a joke.

ღ guapísimo/guapísima

wants matching pet-names with you, but he always has to one up you so he adds "isimo" or "isima" at the end. it's like, at first you're so endeared by it because matching pet-names are always so cute, but then you find out the truth behind it when you call him guapo and he turns it into a competition. finally being able to win by shutting him up with a tug of his hair and a kiss. "callate, guapo," you hush into his lips, already feeling the way his lips curl into a pout. "callate, guapísima," he shoots back, laughing at your exasperated sigh.

taehyun

ღ mi alma

at first i wanted to make taehyun's "mi vida", but also taehyun is just so loving. when taehyun falls in love with you, he feels it in his soul. he feels it in the way you give him butterflies with every peck on the cheek, the way his heart stutters when you press your lips against his. it feels like you're his other half, the reason he loves to wake up in the morning. you're the other part of his soul, and it makes sense to call you just that. "soy tu alma?" you ask teasingly, cradling taehyun's face in your palms while he nods. "mi alma," he confirms, eyes bright with adoration.

ღ ángel

the things i would do for taehyun to call me his angel oh my god </3 i see myself falling into a sort of theme with the pet-names taehyun picks, but it just makes so much sense. taehyun who constantly comes home tired, vocal cords on the verge of being sore because of how many ad-libs he's recorded :( collapsing on top of you when you're laying on the bed, giving you his best smile when he's so close to passing out. "i missed you," he admits softly, wrapping his arms around your waist, weight suffocating you. "get off me before i die," you whine, pushing at his arms. "you'll die and become an angel," he hums, leaning up to press a kiss to your lips. "mi ángel del cielo," he continues, proud of himself when he catches sight of your grin.

hueningkai

ღ chikibby

think chikibaby but kai makes it a point to pronounce it like the 'a' isn't there. kai who's just six feet full of adoration for you, cradling your face in his palms/squishing the absolutely fuck out of your cheeks and cooing. thinking of his pretty heart-shaped smile, the way he’d absolutely beam as he shakes you around and talks about how much he loves his chikibby. you cant even get mad at the fact that he’s kind of hurting you bc the way he says it makes his lips end up some kind of puckered up pout and it’s so cute </3 breaking his concentration by kissing his pout and making him trail off into shy giggles, stop I’m in love </3

ღ fiu fiu

"mi bebito fiu fiu" stop because that song would get on my nerves so much, but I feel like hueningkai would absolutely love saying "fiu fiu". and like, it's supposed to imitate a whistle, but hueningkai says it so fucking much that it ends up becoming your pet-name. "mi fiu fiu <3" "kai please stop saying that i'm begging you." but he doesn't listen. he also finds it adorable because he literally can't whistle, so whenever you ask him to sit put on your bed and tell you his opinion on some random outfit online, it's his default response. "what do you think about this one?" you ask, smile already creeping on hueningkai's face when he gives you a thumbs up. "fiu fiu!" it's almost like a pun, he loves it.

mini-not-so-mini translation section:

ღ mi reina/mi rey meaning my queen/my king

ღ amor meaning love

ღ "te amo, mi amor" meaning "i love you, my love"

ღ tesoro meaning treasure

ღ bebe meaning "baby" or "babe"

ღ "qué quieres comer, bebe?" meaning "what do you want to eat, babe?" and "te gusta?" meaning "you like it?"

ღ mami/papi meaning mommy/daddy but meaning more "my woman" or "my man" in this context

ღ "quiero sentirme bien" meaning "i want to feel good" and callate meaning shut up

ღ guapísimo/guapísima meaning very beautiful/very handsome

ღ mi alma meaning my soul

ღ ángel meaning my angel

ღ "mi ángel del cielo" meaning "my angel from heaven"

ღ chikibaby derived from the words "chiquita/chiquito" and "baby"

ღ fiu fiu as something meant to mimic the sound of a whistle, used as a term of endearment

[liaarxse]

can you do which tr characters would do this with y/n and how it would go??

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZT8JmRPXM/

This is a mess...

Characters: Keisuke Baji, Nahoya Kawata, Manjiro Sano

Warnings: None

—Keisuke Baji

He's down.

Ya'll tried baking a cake, with him only talking. His arms were behind his back where you were, and your arms were showing, as if it was his.

You had to stand on a small stool to be able to do this

The house was a mess

Cats were even stepped on

R.i.p

Baji instantly dropped the act and fell to his knees, babying the poor kitty

It's your fault Y/N

You're guilty

How dare you

After like.. 30 minutes, he let go

For his, yours, and the cats sake

It was barely able to breathe from his grasp

You continued on the trend

Then a fucking egg flew and hit Baji Jr. Number 28 in the head

Then a fucking Baji flew and grasped cat number 61 in his arms

See what I did there?

Cat? 61?

61?

I'm sorry (not)

In the end, like half of the egg shells got in the mix and you choked on one.

R.i.p Y/N

#deadfamilymoments 🍷🍷😍😜😜😜😜🍷😜🍷😜🍷🥱🍷

—Nahoya Kawata

He just KNEW

When you entered his room with a playful smile, he just got up, stretched and—

"Bring it on!"

Oh

My

God

Souya just gathered his shit and moved out

There was probably going to be a reported murder scene in there, and he doesn't want to be a suspect

Why?

Oh, because Nahoya probably saw someone he didn't like through the window and chased them with a knife

Anyway let's say it didn't happen

He wasn't taking it seriously AT ALL

You had to recharge your phone 3 times because its battery died

And his phone is so broken, your emo friend can't compete

You managed to season the noodles but when you tried to feed him

Ah... shit

You literally couldn't see from his big ass hair and were struggling behind him

He was laughing so hard that instead of biting the fork, he bit your arm

"YOU BUSTED ASS FUCK—"

He didn't care

He just took the bowl and went to eat it in the other room

You wanted revenge

You snuck out of the window, and busted from the front door, screaming

Guess who's noodles went flying in the air

And it landed on his hair

Let's say it was an interesting night

The next morning everything was a-okay don't worry.

—Manjiro Sano

The amount of food y'all went through was INSANE

Like, is you rich or smth 🤨

Manjiro was RAVENOUS

Fucker would've ate you if there was nothing else

😘

But that's a story for another time

You were cuddled up next to him, your head laying on his chest while scrolling through tiktok

You landed on a video that showed a couple doing a rather interesting trend

You both just looked at each other and got up to take a quick stroll to the convenient store

You bought 20 packets of instant ramen.

Holy shit

If it wasn't for his constant fighting lifestyle as a gang leader, mf would've been fatter than yo mama

<3

So you tried to do the challenge

And failed

You tried again

Failed again

By now, like, 2 hours have passed and Manjiro was still hungry

At one point, he just got tired and took the ramen bowl and went to sit somewhere in private to eat it

You took the flag from it and raised it over his head

🤨

Let's be honest if there wasn't a flag he wouldn't have participated

He chuckled, took the flag, and placed it on top of the ramen

"Let's try again?"

He's so fucking cute when them dark impulses are light 😻

In the end, you didn't do the trend properly, but at least you had fun

But

Guess what

He's still hungry

"But there is no more ramen left?"

He smirked

"Who said I'll be eating ramen?"

He started walking towards you

Your eyes widened as you took a step backwards

Manjiro leaned towards your face, inches away before he walked past you and took out a Taiyaki out of the shopping bag

He winked at you and left the kitchen

"Motherfucker..."

[sihtricfedaraaahvicius]

rank Sihtric’s haircuts from each season 🤭

*cracks knuckles* you asked for it and I went all out.

Seven Kings Must Die

this Sihtric is superior Sihtric

this look is divine

a blessing

that's Saint Sihtric to you

I would do everything for him

your wish is my command, lord.

I literally gasped, then moaned out loud when he appeared on screen with that loose hair out of nowhere

I did not register half of the movie afterwards because I kept thinking about his hair and I wish I was joking

I've haven't been the same ever since

Sihtric went full medieval sex god in SKMD

tell me that man does not growl like a beast when you pull his hair

those braids btw... *sighs besotted*

and those shaved sides *shudders*

I'm sweating right now

wow

will die fighting to defend my claim that this is his best look

make the square

the unbraided hair is so hot, so sexy, so nonchalant, so wild.

what a beast man

oh my god I'm so in love with Sihtric...

I'd marry him in a heartbeat

*cries because he's not real*

2. Season 4

DAMN. yes.

oh boy

first minute had me like; *shocked* oh, baby, no......

but after 2 minutes it had me like; *aroused* oh, baby, yes...

it's hot

it's sexy

it's risky

it's bold

it's dangerous and playful???????

and he pulls it off like no one else could

like literally the shape of his shaved side is perfect?????????

it's Sihtric's medieval bad boy era

and I am willing to commit all kinds of crimes

he's so fine

imagine having this man in your bed and the things he'd do to you

I know a lot of people do not like this cut

you simply don't deserve him

hand him over to me and we all walk away unharmed

3. Season 3.

a fan favorite!

it's giving me polite, shy boy who will bring your mom flowers when he meets her, but will fuck you relentless in the back of his car later that night (or in a barn you know, back in the medieval days)

it's adorable but sexy

it's so good

this was my fave cut before I saw season 4. and then Seven Kings Must Die happened so it ended up being number 3 on my list.

10/10 would marry season 3 Sihtric!!

it's so short and fluffy

*squeals*

very baby boy

4. Season 2

so goddamn CUTE

this cut fits him so damn well and highlights his face in all the right ways

I only lowkey hate it bc it's Kjartan's style

and we all hate Kjartan, don't we kids?

that bastard (not Sihtric, talking about his dad)

they should've - no, no. focus. this is not about him.

ANYWAY

season 2 Sihtric!!!!

so handsome

so cute

so mysterious

sexy as hell (what else is new?)

5. Season 5

look................

he's a total babe

so handsome

and people are going to judge me for this

but this haircut does absolutely nothing for me

literally nothing

too much curls going on in the back for my liking

it hides the tattoo too much for my liking

and I'm a sucker for shaved sides

to me it doesn't show off his face feautures in the right ways

however

season 5 gave us the best bicep content

so I am not complaining

would still love him with this cut if he was my husband

[chloenotfound404]

Omg, I adored the lee headcanons, thank you sm! Your take on Copia is so adorable! I know you're saving some stuff for fics... But got any ler headcanons for all four papas? I'm totally not gonna get splash damage from Terzo- HAHA WHAT?

~Spooky 🎃

So these aren’t the best but I have an attempt 😭. I will probably rewrite these again at some point IM SO RUSTY I HAVEN’T WRITTEN LER HCS IN AGESSS 😩

Ler headcannons for the four papas

Primo-

Absolutely pure sadist no doubt.

This man would weaponise your weakness as soon as he noticed it. Anytime he noticed you being uptight or tense, expect tickles.

This bitch the TEASES, he would instantly tease over how ticklish you were or how cute you looked.

He would be merciless and ruthless. He would tickle you silly.

Defiantly the type to use tickles as ‘punishment’ is you misbehaved.

1000% would giggle with you in his gruff laugher.

Classic ler. No tools, no restraints- just him.

Secendo-

Much like primo a fucking sadist.

Surprisingly a soft ler, very easy going and teasey.

Never wants to make you uncomfortable or push you too far.

He always has check ins after a few minutes and makes sure you feel safe.

Loves teasing you in the most effective ways, hovering, verbal teases, physical teases- you name it.

Even though he was soft, he was still ruthless.

Restraints and tools were used regularly if you wanted them. And you bet he would torture you for hours.

(Don’t have many for primo or Secendo sadly, never really thought about it BUT I probably will rewrite later with more!!)

Terzo-

This little shit. Oh this little shit.

For being a switch he’s SO CONFIDENT.

He would tickle you every chance he got. Doing ministry duties- he would poke you. Doing chores- he would squeeze you. Just chilling- he would tickle you.

Didn’t matter where or when, when he saw an opportunity he would take it.

The teasiest little shit know to man.

He would always ALWAYS tease you over tickles. Verbally, physically- just always teases.

Again, would just launch random tickle attacks on you and wouldn’t let up. He would pin you and tickle you for HOURS if he could.

Playful the whole time. He just loves hearing your laugh and seeing you weak under him.

Would use tickling to flirt with you or to make you unwind after a long day.

Tools, restraints, fingers- everything would be used if you wanted them.

As rough and playful as he can be, he loves giving you soft and light tickles after a long day. Just letting you giggle into his chest to forget about the stress of the day.

Copia-

My bbg my boo.

Not usually a ler but on the off chance he is:

So soft, so gentle- yet also a little shit.

Would give you teasy tickles the whole day even when you’re both busy.

He would literally light up at the sound of your laugher and giggles.

He is the most gentle baby boy ever.

Laying in bed he would absentmindedly trace your stomach or sides. Purposefully playing footsie with you like a child. Gentle tickles to ease you when you were stressed or upset.

Would always ask it it was ok and wouldn’t ever fully tickle you without you confirming you wanted it.

LOVES tickling you when he’s playing video games or doing work. Your laugher lighting up his day.

Would nibble you 1000% loving the giggles when he does.

In a way, almost like a soft dad with his teasing and tickling.

[spideysbruh]

Buzzfeed

my acc got deleted so this is old!

~

"Hi I'm Alex!"

"Aaand I'm Shawn Mendes!"

"And we're going to read thirsty tweets with Buzzfeed!!" Alex smiled at the camera as Shawn laughed and pulled a strip of paper out from the bucket in front of them. "Read it, read it!" Alex grinned, slapping his thigh. 

"It's a few gorgeous pictures of you and it says, 'im not gay but if i was this would be the woman to have turned me gay but i am not gay im just saying she is attractive and she is a woman but i am not gay so i would not have to worry about her turning me gay because i am indeed not gay but if i was she is the woman i am gay for'" He read in a monotone voice and laughed afterward. Alex snorted and took the paper from him to see if it was true. 

"Oh wow it's real." She giggled, "I dunno, I think they might be gay." 

"Yeah, I think so." Shawn grinned, "Okay! Your turn." He said and Alex reached into the bucket and pulled another one out. 

"Shawn Mendes can split me in half and I'd be thankful." She read, Shawn gasped and his face turned a light shade of red. "Same." Alex giggled.

"Babe!" Shawn exclaimed, nudging her shoulder. Alex laughed and scooted her chair closer to his. He smiled and cleared his throat, grabbing another paper. "Uh… a few precious photos of you and then, Alex is literally the hottest human ever !!! Three exclamation points," He laughed, "She can use me as her s- no!" He yelled and went to crumble it but Alex was quick to snatch it from him. 

"Lemme see." She mumbled, "She can use me as her seat any time." She laughed and shook her head. "I have a pretty good seat now, but thanks!" She smirked and Shawn was now blushing furiously as she just continued to pick up another paper like what she said won't get thousands of fans riled up. 

"Alex and Shawn Mendes are such a weird couple… they make no sense yet they're literally the best thing the world has given to us… Aw! That's so sweet actually. Thank you, the best things in life never make sense. Just look at Mr. Robot." She smiled, Shawn threw his head back and laughed, clapping afterwards.

"And Saturday Night Live!"

"Oreos!"

"Alex's films." Shawn teased, earning a playful glare from Alex. "'M joking baby." He smiled and leaned over to kiss her cheek. Shawn grabbed another paper and sighed, "Why is Shawn Mendes so fucking hot? I don't understand, whenever I look at him I immediately start thinking about 100 different ways he can take… me. What?!" 

Alex let out a loud laugh and covered her face. "Thank you @mendussysuites love that username!" She giggled, giving the camera a thumbs up. She took a paper and cleared her throat, "@alexuhh so we've seen how talented you are behind a camera… but what about in front of one? Shawn did you tweet this?" She joked, making the crew laugh.

Shawn smirked and shrugged, "Guess we'll never know. But they're right! Get in front of a camera baby!" 

"I'm in front of one now." She replied, motioning for him to get another paper. 

"So bossy… I love it." He smiled, Alex laughed and shook her head, "Shawn Mendes please run me over with your car I'm begging please it's all i want in life… guys, really? No!" He exclaimed, a worried look crossing his face. Alex giggled and just reached for another paper. 

"Haven't they said this before?" Alex giggled, making Shawn smile over at her. She's so cute.

"Yes! It's- It's worrying, baby." He replied, Alex laughed.

"Shawn, fulfill your fans wishes and hit them with your car! Please!" She said, Shawn laughed and his head went back again, making Alex giggle and tap his thigh before grabbing a paper.

"Is Shawn Mendes still dating Alex?? Because if not, hi I'm here and I volunteer to date either of them… also I'm lonely." Alex finished, Shawn nodded and put his hand up to his face in fake thought.

"Are we still together, baby? I'm- I dunno. I haven't seen us around lately…" He jokingly asked, Alex played along and hummed. 

"Yeah- I'm not too sure about that, bub… Maybe we did break up, I dunno." She shrugged, Shawn laughed and wrapped an arm around her, pulling her closer. He kissed her head and grabbed another paper.

"This is fun!" He exclaimed, making Alex jump from surprise, "Sorry, baby. Okay! Thinking about if Shawn Mendes and Alex have a kid how cute it would be. Omg, his hair and her everything else!" Shawn quirked an eyebrow and fidgeted in his seat. "Yeah, we'd make some cute kids." He smiled over at his girlfriend who nodded in agreement.

"Especially if they look like me." She smirked and jokingly pushed her hair over her shoulder. Shawn chuckled and placed a hand on her thigh, Alex giggled and reached for another paper.

"There's like… three more left! I wanna read more." She pouted, Shawn smiled and watched as she unfolded the paper, "When will Shawn Mendes tie m- … oh no!" She let out the loudest laugh and Shawn snorted at that.

"What does it say?" He questioned, inching his head closer to read the paper. Alex, still laughing, showed him the paper. His eyes scanned over the words and his face turned red as he shook his head. "That one is the worst! You guys need to… seek help." He said, looking up at the camera. Alex wiped her eyes and grabbed another paper.

"Okay this one says '@shawnmendes is particular taste about Alex ??!!!! pls answer everything depends on this.' .. Well, is it about me, babe?" She smirked over at her blushing boyfriend, she knew the answer already though.

"These aren't even thirst tweets anymore!" He replied, running his fingers through his hair. Alex giggled and bit her lip, making Shawn want to kiss her right there, "Should I answer?" 

Alex shrugged, "I think that alone answers it." She raised an eyebrow, Shawn sighed and let out a laugh.

He shrugs, "Fuck it. Yeah, it is! She always wants something so … particular, if you will, to eat, and it just really gets too much sometimes so I wrote a song about it." He joked, Alex giggled and rested her head on his shoulder. "Next one!" He smiled and grabbed a paper.

"Uh, will Shawn Mendes ever propose to Alex ?!! If he doesn't, I will… is- is that a threat?!” He exclaimed, making Alex giggle. “Eventually… I- I will.” He smiled down at Alex and felt his face redden as she smiled.

“Yeah?” She mumbled, and Shawn nodded, placing his hand on her leg. 

“You act like we don’t talk about this all the time.” He laughed, Alex snorted and shook her head.

“Still! It’s different when we talk about it in front of people, baby." She replied, Shawn nodded and let her take the last one out.

"@alexuhh you are so sexy please break up with Shawn and get with me cause I KNOW I CAN TREAT YOU BETTER THAN HE CAN." She sang the last part and laughed along with Shawn. "No thanks, but nice use of my boyfriend's song." She giggled, Shawn snorted and kissed her forehead. 

"Okay, well that was fun! Thank you for watching us read thirst tweets!" Shawn smiled and waved at the camera, Alex sat up straight and waved as well.

"Byeeeee!" 

*

[katebishopfan]

No Vacancy: Part 2 (H.S)

Hailee POV:

Alright, universe.

What the absolute fuck was that?!

I just got played so hard. I let myself believe that Y/n could actually like a girl like me. I seriously thought she could've been into me. I mean she placed her God damn hand on my thigh!! Then suddenly she called that Jenna girl babe. I would now like to curl up in a ball and die.

"Y/n, are you coming to the party on Saturday?" Someone a couple seats in front of us yells. Y/n glances up from her lap and looks around for where the voice came from. "Over here dumbass, it's Meghan." The voice adds. Y/n chuckles softly and looks over at the girl two rows down and shrugs.

"I might be able to come but I doubt it. Mrs. Phillips is having a big test on Monday and I'll need to practice all weekend so I don't fail, which I can't really do if I'm extremely hungover." Y/n replies in that charismatic tone that could tell me my entire family had just died and still give me butterflies. The girl nods her head and turns back to whoever she's sitting with.

"Hey Y/n who's the cute chick next to you?" Someone else asks and I freeze. Y/n's jaw clenches and she raises an eyebrow at the boy.

"Sorry, sorry just asking." He adds raising his hands up innocently.

"Mind your own business Johnson." Is all she says before turning back to me and smiling. "Sorry about that, horny teenage boys are the worst." She adds softly. Okay- wait why was that so hot?! No, Hailee she has a girlfriend. Wait that means she gay. Holy shit! Dude did you just figure that out..

"It's okay.." I reply awkwardly. Oh my God Hailee what was that???

"I'll beat him up if you want." She offers jokingly mimicking a right hook. That was so cute. Good lord I'm too far gone.

"I think you definitely should. I mean how could even let that stand?" I tease back. Wow I managed to get out a decent sentence way to go.

"Of course pretty girl. Anything for you." She murmurs kissing my hand and smirking. Holy shit fuckers her lips were just on my hand. Oh my lord I'm never washing that hand ever again. I feel my face light up and I giggle. "How should I dispose of him darling?" She adds her eyes looking into mine with a mix of mock seriousness and playfulness. These pet names are seriously going to be the death of me.

"It's completely up to you my brave protector." I reply without even stuttering which might I add is definitely an improvement. Her brows furrow in concentration before her entire face lights and she moves closer.

"I think I should just beat him up. Let all the boys know they should never mess with Y/n or her girl." I'm melting. I think I'm going to die. Y/n just called me HER GIRL!!!!!!!! I barely nod in response as I short circuit. "Haiz are you okay?" She adds confused. Oh my lord she did it again holy shit. That gorgeous hand of her is killing me slowly. It moves around softly on my thigh and squeezes me gently.

"Hmm yeah I just um spaced out for a sec." I reply smiling up at her.

"Okay, I was worried I was going to have get your attention via tickling." She teases.

"You wouldn't dare." I reply boldly placing my hand on hers. She shrugs mischievously before her other hand slips under my shirt and grazes my abdomen beginning to tickle me. I squirm around and kick my legs out while her other hand holds down one my hands. "Ahhh Y/n L/n stop right now!!" I squeal through laughter.

"Never." She states firmly continuing to move her hand around my waist trying to find the my most ticklish spot.

"Y/n I swear to God if you don't stop I'll literally never speak to you again." I threaten playfully but it gets her to stop.

"Never again?" She asks in baby voice, a large pout covering her face. I swear I'm dreaming.

"Never." I confirm firmly watching her stick her lip out.

"Fine, you win Haizy. But always remember you are the cruelest person I know." She replies sadly as she removes her hands from under my shirt. My breath hitches as I suddenly realize how close we are. Her eyes glance down at my lips before she backs up.

"Oh well.." I stutter distractedly. I'm still very flustered from how close I was to my crush.

"It's okay because I love you anyways." She murmurs softly. No way she just said she loves me.

"Oh you love me?" I tease.

"That's when you're supposed to say I love you too Hails." Y/n replies jokingly.

"Hmm, I'll have to think about. I'll get back to you in 2-5 business days." I joke.

"Nooooooo, this is why I have Amazon prime." She whines pulling me onto her lap. "I need you to say you love me or else I won't be able to survive." She pouts unhappily. I smirk at her and she continues to pout at me.

"Beg."

"Pleaseeeeeeee Hailee, tell me you love me pwetty pwease." Adding her baby voice at the end.

"I, Hailee Steinfeld, love you Y/n L/n." I announce. I mean.. She might be joking but I'm sure as hell not. Her face breaks out into a grin and she giggles happily.

"I love you too, princess." My heart explodes with joy and I try to ignore the fact that we're just playing around. The bus suddenly stops and I realize we're at my stop.

"This is my stop.." I mumble sadly. Her face falls as she looks out the window at my house.

"Give me your phone." She demands and I pass it to her confused. I grab my bag and look back at her. She's holding out my phone for me. I take it and start to move off her lap. She grabs my waist and I freeze. Her lips meet my cheek for a couple of seconds before she pulls back and lets go of me. I blush and get off of her walking towards the front of the bus.

Y/n POV:

I probably shouldn't have kissed her cheek. Whatever, I wanted to so I did. I can't do anything about it now. I think I just fell in love.

"So, what the hell was that?" I sigh softly and turn towards Brian who's looking at me expectantly.

"I don't know." I reply. It's the truth, I have no idea what just happened. It was a like a fever dream, a really wonderful fever dream.

"Y/n, you are aware that you have girlfriend right?" I can't tell if he's joking or serious. He's right of course, I'm dating Jenna and even if I didn't directly kiss Hailee on the lips I definitely did not act like a good girlfriend.

"Yeah, I know. I just..." I trail off trying to faint the words to explain how I'm feeling but my brain can't form any sentences.

"She seems like a nice girl Y/n." I nod and look away for a few seconds. "What I'm saying is don't you dare break her heart." He explains seriously before turning back to his phone and placing his airpods in. I slump down in my seat and close my eyes softly. I'm screwed.

Hailee POV:

Is this wrong to do? My thumb is hovering over the call button but I can't tell if I actually want to speak to her.

Your Protector<3

My heart melted when I first saw the contact but now I can't tell how I feel. Of course I want to call her, I desperately need to hear her melodic voice but I know it's not the right thing to do. Part of me knows that she feels the same way and might not pick up the call. The other part doesn't care about anyone else, it just wants to be near Y/n. To hold her and be held by her. I don't think I've ever felt more conflicted than how I feel right now.

"Hey sis, how was school?" Griffin voice asks. It jolts me out of my confused trance which I'm grateful for.

"Um it was normal." I stutter. Well shit, now he's definitely going to know something not normal. Nice going Hailee.

"Really, It was "normal"? C'mon Hails you always have something interesting to say about school, it's not like you to have a "normal" day so tell me. What're you hiding?" Griffin asks after having his Sherlock Holmes moment.

"IsatwithY/nonthebusnandknowIdon'twhattodobecausewewereflirtingbutshehasagirlfriendnamedjenna." Griffin raises an eyebrow.

"English please."

"I sat with Y/n on the bus-"

"Y/n like Y/n L/n?" Griffin interrupts sounding confused.

"Yes, the girl I've had a crush on since forever." I exclaim exasperated.

"Wait, Y/n L/n is crush Y/n!?" Griffin exclaims. I nod my head slowly as he paces around the room.

"Can I continue?" I ask. He nods and I sigh.

"So I was sitting with Y/n and we started talking, which led to flirting." I take a deep breath and continue. "Then all the sudden her friend Brian got a call and he passed the phone to Y/n, but when she took call she called the person babe!!"

"Wait so you were flirting with your crush who actually has a girlfriend." Griffin asks trying to fully grasp the situation.

"Yeah, but then after that she flirted with me a lot and I flirted with her and it was really, really cute then she was being all protective when this guy hit on me. Then she was like being really hot and calling me all these pet names like darling and princess and it was ughhh like literally the sexiest thing ever. And don't even think about judging me right because I've had to listen to you gush about girls so it's my turn. Oh also she tickled me and her hands went fully under my shirt and I melted internally. She also told me that she loved me. Which might sound bad but it was in like teasingly flirty way and she pouted until I told her I loved her and then she said it back like she went "I love you too princess" Like what!?" I gasp for breath and Griffin stares at me like I'm crazy before slowly blinking a couple of times.

"Well that was a lot of information. How're you feeling?" He replies after a couple moments of silence. I shrug and he opens up his arms.

Y/n POV:

I'm sitting quietly on my bed trying to figure out what to do. I check the time in my phone and realize it's 6pm. I should probably go over to Jenna's. All the sudden my phone starts ringing and I sigh when I see it's not Hailee.

"Hey babe are you coming over soon?" Jenna asks excitedly.

"Um yeah, but we need to talk." I reply seriously.

"Okay, about what?" She replies innocently. "Oh, also I invited a couple of our friends too, but not like a party." She adds.

"So definitely a party." I tease, Jenna has a bad tendency to throw parties by inviting "A couple of friends" and then it spirals til suddenly there's three hundred horny teenagers, making out in every room of her house.

"You know I don't like excluding people!" She whines as I chuckle softly. I'll just have to get Jenna alone to talk to her.

"It's okay, I'll be over soon." I reply. I grab my jacket and keys throwing on my jacket and shoving my keys into my pocket before slipping out the window.

A/N

That's right, another super high-quality oneshot from yours truly ;)

[lovilovessushi]

Missing You Always— Lovi x fem! reader

TW: DD/LG, choking, spitting, oral (female & male recieving), degradation (use of whore, slut etc.), hair pulling, dick riding, and just super super kinky tings. Read at you own discretion. MDNI YOU WILL GET BLOCKED!

It had been a whole week since your stupidly cute boyfriend had left for his trip.

You’ve never been apart from him this long—every passing second bittersweet, as it reminds you of the time he’s been gone, but also of how closer you are to being together again.

You miss all of him and how calm his presence makes you feel. You missed his laugh, his stupid jokes, his voice and most importantly… you missed his soft touch.

God, you missed the way he caresses your cheeks and looks at you like you’re so precious to him. How his fingers feel gliding along your skin at any given moment (literally whenever, wherever—not that you’re complaining). Gosh it was so cruel to not be with him right now.

In all honesty, the way he touches you should be studied—as it’s both a blessing and a sin. With that being said, you still remember the way he fucked you the day before he left.

How his lips felt as he kissed and marked you all over your neck, your stomach, your thighs and especially how his lips felt on your pus—

You close your eyes and take a deep breath. You can’t think about it too much, his absence would only make you go insane.

You head out to buy groceries to try to get your mind off of Lovi. This of course is an impossible task, as everything reminds you of him. The trees remind you of his towering height, the cats and dogs remind you of how playful and adorable he is, and when you finally get to the grocery store, you almost cry and fall to your knees when you see the Patatje Joppie flavored Lays.

“I need to get a fucking grip”, you whisper to yourself shaking your head. You decide to get a few Buenos and Joppie chips to give him when he comes back and finish off your shopping.

As you finally get home, you sigh from relief that you were saved from the heavy rain that had begun to fall. You enjoy the sound of the pitter-patter outside and put away all the groceries in the kitchen of your shared home.

When you’re done, you smile at yourself for being productive and make your way upstairs. As you reach the top, you eyebrows furrow at seeing the light still on in your room.

“I must’ve forgotten to turn it off before I left”, you say out loud.

You reach to turn the door knob open and let out a loud startled scream when something, or rather someone suddenly grabs you inside your bedroom.

“Shh, shh, it’s okay, it’s okay, it’s me, it’s me”, Lovi says as he craddles your head to his chest, kissing the top of your head.

You keep your head hidden in his chest and punch his arm.

“You fucking asshole”, you say relieved that it was your annoying boyfriend and not some psycho killer.

He smells so good, a mixture of his and your perfume that you remember spraying all over his clothes before he left.

Lovi chuckles and attempts to bring your face to look up at him, “Hey, look at me”. You giggle as you keep your face hidden from him. “C’mon princess show me your pretty face, it’s been too long”, he whines and you finally give in. You feel your heart beating out of your chest, and you know its not only from being startled a few moments ago.

“I could’ve died from a heart attack you know”, you say looking up at him.

“I know baby, but it was funny”, Lovi says laughing as you hit him again on his arm, pouting.

Lovi coos at you, “Oh c’mon baby, it was funny, don’t be upset with me”. You roll your eyes at him, “Plus, you should’ve seen the face you made, oh my days, and your scream was sooo loud”, he laughs like its the most funniest thing in the world.

“I only ever hear you scream loud like that when I’m fucking you”. You slap his arm harder feeling embarrassed and he just chuckles at you,

“You know I like it when you’re rough with me baby. Hit me as many times as you want I don’t care, in fact it turns me on”.

You stare at him and chuckle disbelief, “I can’t believe you sometimes, so this is how you treat your girlfriend hmm? You know I was missing you so much, but now not anymore.”

It’s Lovi’s turn to rolls his eyes at you, “Of course you miss me, I am the best boyfriend ever. I mean I’m tall, I’m strong, I’m handsome—”

He leans down to whisper in your ear, “I treat you so well too.”

He smiles at you seductively, “Especially with how this big cock fucks into you so good and so deep. What more can you ask for? Huh princess?”, he says whispering into your other ear.

He nibbles on your ear and you shiver in response, “T-t-thats not the point”, you say cursing yourself for stuttering and folding under his pressure.

“T-Then w-what is the point?”, He says mockingly wearing his stupid boyish smile.

Lovi drives you crazy and you don’t think he knows how much he has you wrapped around his finger.

However, this is not the time to tell him that, as you would rather be stroking his cock than his ego right now.

You stare up at him with needy eyes whispering, “Don’t be mean to me daddy, its not fair.”

He looks at you with fake sympathy etched on his face, cradling your cheeks, “Aw princess, I’ll be nice only if your good for me okay. You’re going to be good for me right?”

You nod your head and he clicks his tongue, “Use your big girl words, or is that too hard for your dumb little brain?” Fuck, you feel yourself getting wet. You love when he talks to you like that.

“Yes daddy, I’m going to be a good girl, I promise.”

He smacks your cheek lightly, satisfied with your response, “Mhm good, now c’mere.”

He pulls you in really close to his lips, but not close enough to kiss you. He teases you, rubbing his nose against your cheek and nibbling on your neck. He watches you, entertained by how flustered you look.

“How bad do you want me to kiss you, huh? C’mon you can tell me baby.”

You let out a breathy moan and whisper against his mouth, “So so bad Lovi, I want to feel your lips so bad please~”. He slaps you again and squishes your cheeks roughly to look at him, “It’s daddy, you can say my name later when you earn it bouncing on my cock. Now try again”, he says harshly.

You resist the urge to moan as you look up at him, “Pleeasee daddy, please kiss me, pl—!”, he shuts you up with a slow passionate kiss and you can’t help but feel dizzy.

His lips are so soft, but eager as they press into yours. He slides his fingers down to your jaw and then wraps them around your neck. You gasp as he applies enough pressure with his hand to make you moan into his mouth.

You try occupy yourself by traveling your hands down his chest and into his shirt feeling his well defined abs.

You stick your tongue out swirling it around his, fighting for dominance—he of course wins. You continue playing with his tongue, sucking on it softly which earns moans from the both of you.

He tastes so sweet and it only fuels your addiction to him, as it satisfies your sweet tooth. You honestly don’t know how you lasted so long without him.

While he’s distracted with your tongue, you slide your hand down to his huge bulge.

“Let me show you how much I missed you daddy.”

You don’t give him a chance to respond as you push him onto the bed and get between his legs.

Lovi is caught off guard and cant help but find your desperation very amusing, cute even.

“Aww someone’s a desperate little puppy, slow down baby I’m not going anywhere anytime soon okay”, Lovi says grabbing your hand and kissing the inside of your palm.

You blush, “Sorry ’m just excited, I’ll be more careful.”

You unbuckle his belt and the sound of it makes blood rush down to your clit. It’s pulses so hard you’re sure he can hear it from up there.

He quickly takes off his shirt and you take off his pants along with his underwear.

You watch entranced as his pretty cock springs upward to his stomach.

He’s so big and thick, you can’t help but salivate at the sight of his precum glistening so deliciously on the tip—it belonged inside your mouth.

You also can’t ignore his prominent veins that pulse with arousal, filling you up with excitement at how it will feel in your pussy.

You look up at Lovi with the puppy eyes you know he loves, and plead.

“I want to taste you so bad daddy, can I please~”

“Fuck”,

you don’t break eye contact with him as you lick along his v-line.

You make your way down to pepper kisses on his thighs and he shivers a little.

“Please daddy, it’ll feel so good I pinky promise”, you smile.

He slaps your cheek trying to contain his cool.

“You’re such a dirty little slut for me aren’t you?” He says as he slaps your cheek again, this time with his cock.

“Yes daddy only a slut for you mhmm”.

If someone told you that you were going to be slapped by dick today, you would of called bullshit, but here you are and you don’t want to be anywhere else.

“Go on spit on it.”

You bring your face close to his pink tip and spit on it, a string of saliva connecting your lips and his dick—how romantic.

“What a fucking slut, you really want it in your mouth huh princess?”

You nod at him so fast, you give yourself a bit of vertigo. But you don’t care, all you can think about is feeling the weight of his cock on your tongue, finally being able to taste it.

“Open up pretty baby, say ahhh.”

He slaps his cock one, two, three times on your lips and thats all it takes for you to wrap your soft lips around his juicy tip. Lovi’s hips jolt into you at the feeling of your warm mouth, whispering all kinds of curses and praise.

Your eyes close, moaning as you suck gently on the head, savoring the taste of him. You trace your tongue on his slit breathing through your nose, and take your time to fit as much of him as you can.

This apparently was too slow for Lovi’s liking—fucking asshole. He impatiently grabs a fistful of your hair, pushing his cock deeper down your throat, thrusting into your mouth at a rapid pace. The loud gagging noises that come from you are so loud and dirty, it’s almost sinful.

“Mmmm yeah keep sucking baby, just like that, I want you to choke on daddy’s dick ‘til I cum.”

You cant help but moan at his words and feel your pussy get soaked.

Some girls may hate sucking dick, but you looovvveeee choking on Lovi’s cock.

The way his pretty face looks when he furrows his brows, and the way he moans so loudly and desperately makes you fall in love with him all over again. It brings you joy to be worshiping his dick, even if it means losing your breath—literally and metaphorically.

He pulls your hair roughly, removing your mouth completely off his cock, then pushes it all the way down, repeating it a few times.

Lovi feels feral when he sees the bulge he creates down your throat, totally insatiable as he abuses your mouth again and again—fucking into it mercilessly, as if it was your sweet pussy.

You vigorously suck his cock trying to milk out what you’ve needed since the day he left. You drag your nails up his thigh and gently play with his balls coaxing his cum out.

“Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck, just like that don’t stop baby, fuck im cumming”, Lovi says and with the way his dick twitches uncontrollably, you know he’s cumming soon.

After a few more thrusts you feel his warm cum fill up your mouth.

“Mmmmmmmm” you moan as you try to swallow his big load.

“Just like that princess lick it all up, don’t waste a fucking drop”, Lovi says as he pets your hair lovingly.

You don’t break eye contact with him as you swallow everything, even sqeezing the sensitive head softly to milk more cum out. Finally, you take his delicious dick out of your mouth with an audible ‘pop’.

“Thats a good girl, so dirty for me, all mine”

You nod and smile sweetly at him, kissing on his balls and up his shaft. You end the blowjob with a loving kiss on his tip before getting up and sitting on his lap.

Lovi grabs you from the back of your neck and brings you up to his face, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss. He can taste himself on your tongue mixed in with your cherry lipgloss that is now long gone.

“Did I do good daddy? Did you feel good?” You whisper between kisses.

Lovi thinks you look so gorgeous right now, with your swollen lips and teary eyes.

“Of course you did good sweetie, it felt amazing, good girl~”, he reassures as he brushes your cheeks and kisses your forehead.

“Now its your turn, c’mon baby take off your shirt let me see your pretty tits.”

You enthusiastically oblige, thanking yourself for not wearing a bra. You expose your boobs and your nipples harden from the cool temperature in the room, still very sensitive from arousal.

He wasted no time sucking harshly on your nipple while groping and pinching the other. You throw your head back softly moaning in pleasure and pulling him closer to you.

“You like that baby don’t you, you like when I play with you like the dumb toy you are”, he says biting the nipple teasingly before sucking again.

You feel so needy as you rock your hips back and forth on his thigh, “Yes daddy it f-feels soo g-good”

“Thats it angel come lay down, daddy is going to give you a treat.”

You do as he says and wait for further instructions. He gets on his knees and drags you to the edge of the bed effortlessly. Lovi pulls down on your tiny skirt and fingers the noticeably wet spot on your panty.

He slaps your clothed pussy and rubs it to soothe the ache. “Fuckkkk, look at those soaked panties, your so fucking wet and dirty for me, aren’t you sweetie. Just for daddy, right?”

He slaps your pussy more, “Go on say it, who is this little pussy crying for?”

“You daddy only for you! I promise~” you whine craving to have him inside you already. He kisses your thigh before taking your panties off.

“Atta girl, okay open up for me sweetheart.”

Usually you would be embarrassed, but you’re to horny to care at this point.

You open up your legs and tremble in anticipation.

He spreads your pussy open with two thumbs and stares at it like a starved man, like its the one thing that can quench his thirst.

“What a pretty fucking pussy.”

You unconsciously move your hips towards him after hearing his words.

He rubs circles with his thumb against your clit and looks mesmerized by how wet you are.

“Yeah does this feel good baby? How about I put two fingers inside, I need to prep you for my big dick anyways.”

He slips his fingers in easily and moans at the warm wetness of your cunt. He sets a fast pace right off the bat and successfully takes your breath away. Your moan hitches at your throat as tears begin to pool in your eyes. If his fingers make you feel this way, you can’t wait to get dicked down.

“Ohh I love how wet you sound, your gonna cum on my fingers okay love”

“Mhmm yes daddy, I’ll be a good girl for you.”

He picks up his pace and hits the spot that only he could reach with so much speed.

Everything feels so intense as your orgasm builds, but it also feels different from all the times before.

“D-daddyyyy y-your going t-to fast, it feels w-weird”

Lovi slaps your pussy and coos at you while wiping a tear that fell down your face.

“Don’t worry baby, I know what I’m doing, you’re going to feel so good. Trust daddy okay” he says then pecks you on the lips. He doesn’t relent in fingering your pussy loving how wet you sound.

You let out a pornagraphic moan as your orgasm hits you quickly, panting as you feel electric jolts all over your body with how powerful you came.

“Good job baby, oh my god it worked, you fucking squirted, fuckkkk.”

He doesn’t even let you recover as he licks a flat stripe from your hole to your clit. He groans at your taste and he repeats licking and slurping up your juices.

“Fuck baby you taste so fucking good, oh my god.”

Your mouth opens in a silent scream and your back arches off of the bed. Your so sensitive, you don’t know what to do with yourself.

He wraps his lips around your clit and sucks on it while holding eye contact. You admit although your sensitive from squirting, you can’t help but want more of Lovi. You know that your not going to last long with how he deliciously laps at your cunt.

“Yes daddy just like that, suck my clit just like that.”you moan wantonly as you pull him closer by his hair.

He moans when you grind your pussy against his face desperately. He suddenly buries his tongue deep into your hole, tongue-fucking your pussy with his nose perfectly rubbing against your swollen clit.

“Daddy please, please stop I-I want to cum on your dick please let me cum on your dick.”

“No princess, cum on my tongue first”, “But I—"

He slaps your ass and grabs your face with the hand that was drenched in your juices.

“Hey, listen to me, you’re going to be a good fucking whore and do as I say, okay.” He doesn’t let you respond and physically nods your head for you with his hand and sticks two fingers in your mouth.

You immediately taste yourself and moan sucking and licking everything up.

“Now suck on them just like that and let me enjoy my meal.”

Your eyes roll to the back of your head feeling the way he slurps at your pussy, like he was trying to engulf your whole cunt into his mouth.

All you could do was moan loudly and borderline scream at the intensity of the way your poor pussy was being assaulted with his mouth—fingers doing almost nothing to quiet you down.

Was bro always such a fucking munch? Holy moly!

Lovi swears that your pussy was a necessity that he needed in order to live a long, healthy life. It was like breathing air, drinking water, eating food—and by the way you were yapping incoherently, he knows you feel the same.

He sucks at your clit, moaning and shaking his head from side to side. This is all it takes to throw you over the edge, cumming so hard for him.

You try to push his head away from you to ease the intensity, but he only holds your hands hostage and finishes licking up everything.

He looks up at you so prettily, his spit and your juices glistening on his face. He kisses your clit three times before coming up and peppering more kisses up your body.

Your body still shakes after feeling the effects of cumming.

“Oh you poor thing, look at you shaking so much. Oh come here, come here”, he coos as you grab at him needingly. He kisses you and you cant help but whimper into mouth, tasting more of yourself on his tongue.

“That was so so good daddy, but its so intense” you whisper against his lips.

“I know princess, I know, but you have one more in you for me right? I need you to stuff you full with my cum.”

You whine, “Can we take a break please, I don’t think I can take it right now.”

“No, no breaks sweetheart, you can take it baby, I know you can”, he sits up and pats his leg “C’mere, sit on daddys cock”.

You don’t bother questioning him again as you know how persistent he can be. You somehow find the energy to straddle his waist. And even though your drained, you look at him fondly, holding his chin up to kiss him sweetly. Its not daddy or his little girl anymore, it’s just you and Lovi.

“I missed you so much baby, it was torture without you.”

Lovi nuzzles into you hand, “I missed you so much too, I don’t know how I survived without my princess for so long. I will never do it again if I can help it.”

You kiss him again and rub your nose against his affectionately. You smile at him expectantly and say, “Can you spit in my mouth please?”

You open your mouth and feel as he spits a good amount of saliva on your tongue.

You then spit all of it onto his cock, stroking it up and down and up and down. You tease the both of you by sliding the head from your clit to your entrance a few times before bracing yourself.

You push down on his huge dick and moan in unison as you take just the tip.

“I can never get used to you, fuck your so big Lovi”, you say trying to savor the moment and not fall apart just yet.

“I know baby, but you can do it darling, you can take it all for me like you’ve done so many times before.”

You nod determined to cum on his cock after so long. “You’re right I can do it, just hold me close okay. I need you so much.”

Lovi holds your waist, aiding you along as you slowly bottom out. His eyes roll to the back of his head at the tight grip of your walls.

“Mmmm I’m so full”, you whine and you begin moving your hips. Getting used to his size, you begin to bounce on his fat cock, setting a slow and steady pace.

“Yeah ride my dick just like that sweetie, just how you know I like it.”

You begin to pick up your pace, not being able to resist how horny you were. You wrap your arms around Lovi’s neck and throw your head back.

He takes advantage of this and leaves hungry, open-mouthed kisses on the column of your neck and breasts. He bites, licks and sucks the skin there until he’s satisfied with the bruises he makes. You’re no better than him, leaving deep scratch marks on his chest, down his arms and back—almost everywhere you put your hands on really.

You love marking and claiming ownership of each other. You don’t think theres ever been a moment where you guys didn’t have evidence of the love and fun you guys engage in almost daily.

“Oh my god, who’s my pretty girl hm?” He groans into your chest, “You ride daddy’s cock so good, can you go faster, mi amor? Go faster for daddy love.”

You whine, feeling fatigued already, “I’m trying daddy, I really am, but I’m getting tired.”

“Aww, my pathetic little baby is getting weak isn’t she, it’s okay sweetheart just hold onto me I will take care of everything.”

Lovi smacks your ass hard and aggressively spits on your pussy, thrusting up into you at an unbelievable speed. You scream Lovi’s name so loud you’re sure that the neighbors will file a complaint, but you don’t give a fuck.

He guides your hips and hits your g-spot repeatedly again showing no mercy, and all you could was take it.

“Oh my god! Fuck mmmmm Lovilovilovilovilovi pleasedontstoppleasedontstoppleasedontstop”, you say along with other incoherent ramblings.

Fat tears fall down your face, feeling everything at once. You pull him by his hair and give im a sloppy, heated kiss to try to quiet yourself down, but to no avail when he reaches down and rubs deliciously at your clit.

“Lovi I’m gonna cum, it’s too much!” you moan as you desperately cling to him.

He slaps you and grabs your face, “Hey, look at me we’re going to cum together okay”, you try to concentrate as more tears fall, but nod your head nonetheless.

“Good, on the count of ten okay, 1…2…3…,” he counts, punctuating every number with a thrust. “Fuck, I’m cumming nghhh.”

You shake as you cum with him walls clenching and unclenching tightly, and you realize you squirted again.

“Mmmm look at that pretty fucking pussy, weeping just for daddy” He says slapping your clit.

You feel so full of his cock and warm cum. You swear in this moment you are the happiest girl in the world.

“Look at that big fucking load spilling out, here let me fuck it back in to you” he says as he takes deep strokes up.

“Fuck that feels good huh? My cute little cumslut. You’re so fucking pretty, mhm with this pretty little pussy.”

You can’t even think straight as your mind is blank and your body, tired. You love giving yourself to him fully and he never disappoints.

“Aww does my baby feel too brain dead to respond.”

“Shut up, you just slutted me the fuck out, leave me alone.” He laughs and you laugh with him.

When the laughter dies down, you look at him. He has this lovesick look on his face that you cannot help but mirror. You brush his hair out of his face and look at his pretty blue eyes, “Lovi, I love you, I’m glad you’re back.” You smile at him fondly, tracing his perfect lips, “You can never leave me ever again, got it? It was so lonely and horrible without you, a zero star experience, I don’t recommend.”

He chuckles leaning in to scatter kisses all over your face. “I wouldn’t dream of it princess, your just a baby, only my baby, I love you”, he says kissing your puffy lips.

You notice how dark the room is and can’t believe that you’ve been going at it for so long. You lay your head on his chest and sigh with happiness. “Can we stay just like this, I want to cockwarm you.”

He smacks your ass playfully, “Of course we can cutie, anything you want.”

You snuggle closer to him and kiss his chest, “Okay, good nighty Lovi, I’m happy your finally home babe.”

“Good night pretty girl, I’m glad to be back home, I love you.” he says in his cute sleepy voice.

He kisses your forehead and you both drift off into deep sleep.

FIN!

[onlyswan]

hi art, I just read your recent installment and I must say that drunk art is just exceptionally poetic and I cannot stress it enough, you really now how to put such emotions into words that you know would deliver the sparks. I love every word you put into it especially these parts:

you don’t know if you’re blinded by love, putting your trust in jungkook when he said that he wanted to build a life with you; or if it’s arrogance, having the trust in your ability to stand on your own feet again incase a match is thrown in a puddle of fuel on the floor. the latter is more painful to think about, quite frankly. just because you can, doesn’t mean that you want to. you have to. you have to. with bruised knees from praying for a little more time, you have to. the earth doesn’t stop orbiting the sun when your house burns down.

you perfectly describe what it is like to be in a place where you cannot fathom how did you get in this place that is too good to be true yet so scary and that no matter how frightening it is you know you will never have it any other way and taking that big of a step and putting your heart in line with someone like THE jeon jungkook and making a home out of his heart, I must say that a person as beautiful as oc deserve him so so so much and it is so nice that oc seems to be mirroring a lot of people like us who carries baggage yet is experiencing such exqusitely beautiful love gives me comfort like hell yeah, we also deserved to be loved despite of it all.

the epiphany that he is doing this at 2am not because time has arrived to daunt him and he needs to leave your bed to go home. not anymore. whatever this is, it feels so fucking good. oh my god, he looks forward to spending the rest of his life feeling you breathe next to him, getting lost in how peaceful you look asleep when he randomly wakes up in the middle of the night.

also this... this made me swoon so hard that I just have to read it a couple of times to be able to absorb the power this thought holds. the domesticated feelings. looking at the love of your life and suddenly your future flashes in your eyes. oh jungkook, bless your sweet sweet heart.

I just love them both so much, they are both so playful yet they have the most genuine love for each other. Also art, I was listening to boygenius' album earlier when the song true blue played and it reminded me of in which! couple like:

You've never done me wrong Except for that one time that we don't talk about Because it doesn't matter anymore Who won the fight? I don't know, we're not keeping score

And it feels good to be known so well I can't hide from you like I hide from myself I remember who I am when I'm with you Your love is tough, your love is tried and true blue

I remember the previous installment and it's just so soft and so cute and so freaking wholesome like goodness, thank you for creating them. Anyway, that's all this is getting too long hehe Love, ♡₊˚ 🦢・₊✧

“hell yeah, we also deserved to be loved despite of it all.” 🥹🥹🥹 i cried

ngl it took me a while to answer this bcs i keep reading your words over and over again. i love when they’re talked about like this 🥲 it’s just soooo heartwarming to learn that the messages i’m weaving throughout the drabbles are well received. like it still feels surreal to me that you guys read read my works :,( and have come to understand and love jungkook and oc deeply as much if not more than me. literally feel free to analyze bcs i’m so interested in hearing your thoughts and how you perceive them !! thank you so much for your time and attention :") and i hope i never waste or take them for granted. i really am so grateful for each like reblog comments and asks 🫂💕

and bless jungkook’s sweet sweet heart indeed </3 baby is so happy to finally be living with oc

omg these lyrics and especially “you’ve never done me wrong except for that one time we don’t talk about“ holy shit??? 😭 so in which couple coded indeed. thank you for sharing i’ll be listening to it a lot !! <333

[baby-prophet]

we bought a couple crickets for Bingo and they’re so much fun to just look at they’re like little puppies

[iovbug]

aomine brainrot hittin so hard but HEAR ME OUT.

he finds you cleaning his MESSY ASS room because you literally can’t stand how unorganized it is.

you’re putting his shoes into their respective boxes, when he walks in and leans on the doorframe, giving your crouched form a small smile.

“ya’d make a cute little maid, sweetcheeks.���

his voice is rough and the fatigue is obvious within his expression. yet, he apparently still found the energy to still tease you for simply wanting his room to look clean for once.

“shut up, daiki.”

you responded instantaneously, — its a catchphrase at this point —not once looking up from the towers of shoeboxes laid out in front of you.

“ya know i’m right, babe.”

since when were you ‘babe’ and not ‘idiot’? you honestly can’t tell which one you prefer more.

aomine walks over to your position from his post on the doorframe, wrapping an arm around your shoulders as you stand up. the arrogant smile playing on his lips irritates you, yet you seem to find comfort in it at the same time.

comfort found in your dynamic, in your interactions with each other. comfort found within his presence, within the rhythm of his heartbeat, the pattern of his breath. the feelings that swell inside of you are not emotions synonymous with love nor romance, but with peace and serenity.

you turn slightly to look at him, casting a sideways glance to the fingers tapping along your shoulder. withholding a sigh, you respond,

“and i do not care, get off of me, stupid.”

“ouch. ain’t i score higher you on that last chem test? yea, i did. so, who you callin’ stupid, stupid?”

you slap his arm off of your shoulder lightly, and fix him with a playful glare. if it was anyone else on the receiving end of your stare, they’d surely burn where they stand a hundred times over. yet, your best friend only meets your eyes with a glint in his own, mirth swirling in his irises as his mouth quirks up at the corners.

“you didn’t even remind me about it until the day before, asshole, i had to stay up all night! ‘s not fair.”

a chuckle. that was fine, you could handle that.

or you thought you could. its like the saying goes, where there comes a trickle, here comes the storm.

that is not the saying, you made that up in your head entirely.

but, after the chuckles, you swore you feel the room shake underneath you as aomine bursts into the most raucous laughter you’ve ever heard.

and suddenly, he can’t even stand up straight, somehow, this 192 centimeter man in front of you doubles over, clutching his sides while in the midst of laughing the most obnoxious laugh that’s ever ‘graced’ your ears.

“are you seriously pouting over this?” and he pauses here to confirm for himself, checking your face before breaking out into another bout of laughter. “‘s not my fault you never check the fuckin’ class calendar.”

oh, he’s really putting on the dramatics now, wiping tears from his eyes as he attempts to stand up completely straight.

you scoff, at this point your patience is low, and your temper is short (as it always has been, especially with aomine).

“tch, you’re a fuckin’ dick.”

lips jut out, a mockery of your previous pout, dark eyebrows furrow and gray eyes seem to plead as they bore into your own. he’s enjoying this too much for someone who was formerly so tired he couldn’t stand up without support from his doorframe.

“aww, is the poor, little baby sad? d’awww, ‘s okay, widdle baby—”

an elbow to his stomach cuts him off as you go to leave his room with a huff.

“shut the fuck up.”

being persistent as he is, aomine follows you into his living room (which you also tidied up earlier), settling down on the couch to set up a movie for the two of you to watch.

“disney or marvel?”

“aren’t they the same thing now?”

a throw pillow makes use of it’s name as it comes into contact with your face.

“OW?”

“just pick one.”

being aomine daiki’s best friend is a sport in itself, but you both somehow make it work out.