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verstappen-cult · 2 days
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Max is upset when you can't be at his side when the race weekend starts. Then when you're back to his side, I guarantee you can't not leave his side at all. This boy is going to stick with you like a koala till he's satisfied
You couldn't join Max the past weekend in Australia due to your work and now you regret it so much. You could’ve just asked your boss for a few days off and she would have said yes, and you could have been by his side during the fiasco that was the Australian Grand Prix.
Max was a little upset when you told him that you would not be in Australia, but after a long conversation — that ended up with you promising to be in Suzuka — he understood. 
Max has to make a quick stop in Monaco to pick a few things before flying to Japan, so you planned to wait for him with a delicious dinner and his favorite dessert. But you didn’t even have time to go to the grocery store because Max decided to arrive earlier, much earlier.
“What do you mean you’re outside?” You squeal, putting on your sneakers. “Outside of where?” You hold your phone between your cheek and shoulder as you grab your bag, waving goodbye to your friends.
“The pilates studio.” He simply says. 
“No, you’re in Australia.”
He laughs, “No, I’m in Monaco.”
“No becau—” You stop dead in your tracks when you step outside because he is, in fact, there, leaning against his car. “Max!”
He opens his arms and you don’t waste any time, colliding against his body. You drop everything just to wrap your arms around his shoulders.
“I missed you so much.” You whisper against his neck, and you feel his smile when he kisses your cheek. 
“I couldn’t stay there any longer,” He shrugs, grabbing your things from the floor. “I missed my lucky charm this weekend.”
Your smile fades at the memory of Sunday’s race. “I’m sorry for what happened.” Max shrugs again, dismissing the topic with a wave of his hand. “How are you feeling?”
“These things happen. I won’t lie and say that I don’t care but we can’t cry about it, the team’s working on fixing everything and we’ll be back stronger than ever.”
You kiss him because there’s nothing else you could do. Hearing him talk that way when you know the old Max would have been beating himself up means everything to you.
“What was that for?” He chuckles when you pull away, a faint blush on his cheeks. 
“What? I can’t kiss my boyfriend now?” He rolls his eyes but leans to leave a chaste kiss on your lips. “Can you drop me off at the grocery store? I need to buy a few things for dinner.”
You fall into an easy conversation as he drives through the streets of Monaco. He tells you about everything that's wrong with the car and what they’re doing to fix those issues and, in return, you tell him what you’ve been doing in his absence, and how much the cats miss him. 
Soon enough, you reached your destination. 
“Okay, I won’t be long. You can go home and—what are you doing?”
“I’ll come with you.”
“No, you’re going home to rest.” But he doesn’t listen. Max just gets out of the car, opens the door and helps you out. “Max.”
He groans, “I just,” He drops his head slightly forward. “I missed you so much, I don’t want to leave you.”
Your heart melts and you can’t say no to him, not when he’s looking like a lost puppy in front of you, so you simply take his hand, dragging him inside.
Of course you don’t miss the way his whole face lights up. 
You end up arguing in the milk aisle because Max doesn’t leave your side, not when you try to move away to grab something you need and definitely not when you bump into one of your friends who you haven’t seen in a while, so you’re unable to hug her. 
The argument ends with you pinned against the store shelves with Max whispering filthy things in your ear. You only pull away when the store manager clears his throat saying that “if you don’t stop right now, you’re gonna be banned for life.”
You think that once at home Max will want to take a rest, forgetting about you, but, to your surprise, he just takes a quick shower before joining you in the kitchen. 
You cook dinner together, with a few kisses and ear scratches to the cats. And then you eat together, talking about everything and nothing at all, enjoying each other’s company. 
Of course Max doesn’t let you shower alone, he joins you there too.
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softest-punk · 1 year
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In these trying times might I interest you in the mental image of a certain Professor Gadling coming home to find a certain husband of his - and definite stealer of cozy sweaters and hearts and so on - Dream dozing on their couch covered in ghost-kittens?
Also? That sleepy little grumble cats do when you pet them while they're sleeping because how can you not, only from Dream when Hob brushes some hair behind his ear to go along with the little scrunchy face at being Disturbed.
And then the sweetest smile because Dream is still not-quite all there and *oh* his Hobhusband is home. ~<33333333
(Mostly though, I <3 you and hope things get better.)
I am EXTREMELY interested in this mental image and am going to treasure it forever and fully believe that if you wake Dream while he's napping he makes a little cat mrrp.
(💜💜💜)
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c0eu4 · 2 months
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OP81 | Valentine's Day evening
Summary: McLaren had the wonderful idea of revealing the new car on Valentine's Day evening..
Warning: a lot of teasing, blowjob but not that much described.
A/N: I'm not going to say that I'm back because it would be a lie. I know it's a bit random after not posting for more than one month. Take care of yourself 🫶🏻
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She climbs on his lap, straddling him. He lifted her dress up, rubbing his hands against her hips. She rubs herself against the prominent bulge on his pants, his fingers digging in her hips through her dress. As they were about to go further, Oscar's phone rang. He ignores it, turning it in silent mode. But his phone vibrates again.
He sighed, picking up the phone. She mutters an incomprehensible swear and Oscar gently pats her thigh, as if to remind her to be polite.
''Lando what do you want?'' His voice doesn't let anything show, so she moves her hips a little to make him react. He bites his bottom lip and closes his eyes, trying not to moan into the phone. She doesn't hear what the British is saying but it seems like he's annoying Oscar.
''Yeah yeah we'll be there in 10.'' He said, annoyed. ''Yes Lando!'' He hung up like that, Lando visibly irritated him. She tries to move her hips again, but Oscar puts his hand on her hips, stopping her.
''We have to go.'' He took her off of him, pulling down her dress. ''But I thought we had time ?'' She follows Oscar like a poor puppy who nobody wants to play with. He put on his coat and handed hers to her. ''Lando wants us to be here earlier.'' She puts on her coat. ''And you're listening to him?'' She takes her purse, checking that there is everything she needs inside.
''Boss order.'' He opens the door to her, following her outside and locks the door behind him. The cold of winter makes him shiver. He doesn't understand how she manages to be in a dress in the middle of February.
He runs towards her, putting his hand on her lower back. He opens for her the door of the car and closes it behind her. He sits next to her, behind the wheel and starts the engine. He started to drive, with both of his hands on the steering wheel because of the people everywhere in the city.
They finally arrive at the highway, allowing him to place his hand on her thigh. He caresses her thigh tenderly, his fingers drawing random patterns.
Eventually, they arrive at their destination, already surrounded by journalists around the car. Oscar comes out first, his hand leaving her thigh against his will. Journalists are already taking photos of him but he doesn't take the time to pose, preferring to go and open his beloved's door. He holds out his hand to her, she grabs it and easily gets out of the car. He closes the door behind her, his hand in hers.
She's not really used to McLaren events and all this makes her uncomfortable. He's used to it now. But it still makes him uncomfortable too.
Oscar dragged her towards the red carpet. They can't avoid it. Even if they would love. Eventually, they can breathe a little easier after the red carpet, the journalists cannot follow them.
But the people in the private room don't ease their tension completely. They look for their seat, find it quickly and place their stuff in front of their name label.
Hopefully for Oscar, he's next to Lando. Y/n, her, she's next to someone unknown. It promises a wonderful night.
''Oscaaar, my dear friend!'' Lando knows how to be unnoticed. ''I thought you'll never come.'' They sit down, waiting for the event to start.
What a long night for y/n and Oscar. The person next to y/n is so boring. She keeps talking, without letting time for her to answer. Oscar sees that she's starting to be annoyed and tries to help her by teasing her.
He rubs her thigh, going higher than normal. His fingertips wander throughout her inner thigh, sending shivers down her spine.
''Are you cold? Because if you are, Did you know that if two people are naked against each other, it's very hot?'' Y/n don't take the time to listen to her, trying to focus on not moaning.
She bites hardly her lower lips when Oscar talks to her ear. ''Wanna go to the bathroom, mh?'' Y/n stands up abruptly, heading towards the bathroom through the crowd. Oscar follows her closely, managing to grab her hand.
She locked them in a bathroom, Oscar pressing her against the wall in front of the door. He nibbles her neck, making her moan.
''You're so neddy.. my poor pretty girl..'' He bit down her collarbone, leaving a few red marks. Her hands tug at his suit and his hair, like she wants to be even more connected to him. The friction of his bulge in his pants against the crook of her legs drives her crazy, but she restrains herself from moaning too loudly.
He slams his lips against hers, their teeth collide. They laugh softly before Oscar kisses her again. His hands caress her body in every corner, making her feel good, ''Oscah, you're gonna kill me.'' She whispered to him, her voice as soft as music.
He sucked the skin of her neck, not worrying about the fact that it leaves reddish marks there. She lets it happen, tilting her head to the side to give him more space.
Suddenly, she grabs his hips and makes him turn around, pinning him against the wall. She tries to grin herself against him but she's too small to feel his now hard length against her needy pussy. She hastily undoes his tie and opens the first buttons of his shirt to bite his neck as if she hadn't eaten for several months.
He moaned loudly as she kissed that spot under his ear that he loves so much, his hands gripping hardly her hips, almost leaving bruises. She grabs his cock and kneads it through his pants, making him roll his eyes back, his mouth wide open in a 'o'.
''Y-Y/n! s-stop!'' He moaned in a high pitched voice, ''I'm gonna c-cum in my pants.'' He said, almost crying from holding back his climax.
She quickly gets on her knees, undoing his belt hastily and pulling down his pant and boxer at his middle thighs. She doesn't wait even more to take him in her mouth and in less than two minutes, his eyes roll back once more, his hot and thick seed filling her mouth.
She quickly cleans him with her tongue and lets him get dressed. He kissed her one last time, almost tasting himself on her lips.
They face the mirror, and that's when they realize they shouldn't have.
Y/n's makeup is ruined by the blowjob she just gave. Her hair is a mess, red marks all over her neck and her lipstick all over her mouth. As for Oscar, it's not any better. Her shirt is all wrinkled, lipstick marks all over his face and neck.
''I'm gonna kill you.'' The young man said as he started to panic, already thinking about all the scandal there is going to be. However, Y/n laughs at the situation.
''I have makeup in my bag.'' She looks at her man as she reaches her hand up and tries to arrange his hair.
''But your bag is at the table, isn't it?'' She nodded slowly and started to think of a solution. ''You have your phone?'' He takes it out of his pocket. ''Call Lando then.''
Oscar shakes his head as a no. ''No way he sees us like that.'' She giggles at his reaction. ''Oh c'mon babe. You prefer all the photographers to take pictures of us like that?'' The man sighed and eventually called Lando, who joined them with the bag of Y/n without asking questions. He knocks on the bathroom door and Oscar opens it for him and locks it right away.
''You save me from that girl, she can't stop talking I swear.. What you both were doi-'' He doesn't even finish his sentence as he burst in laugh, seeing Oscar looking at the floor and playing nervously with his hand. Y/n, her, grab the bag from Lando's hand, rummage throughout it and take out some makeup.
''Osc, come here.'' She ignores Lando's child attitude as he has a hard time to calm down. ''You both are that needy?'' He asked between laughs. Oscar approached the young lady and she started to apply a yellow base on all the red marks on his neck.
''wow, she literally ate your neck, mate.'' The British boy said as he looked at his teammate's neck. ''Shut up.'' Answered Oscar, his face red from embarrassment.
Y/n keep covering Oscar's neck, until all the red marks aren't visible anymore. She does the same on her neck while her boyfriend fixes his clothes and his tie. She also fixed her make up and her lips until both of them were like before.
''I can't see nothing.'' Said Lando as he observed their neck attentively. ''You're a pro of makeup Y/n.'' Joked Lando. ''I just have the habit with him.'' She teased him as his cheeks got back to red.
''C'mon Oscah, I know you're not that shy.'' Lando gently hit his shoulder as he opened the door for them to get out.
The three of them go back to their table, where they refound that one lady who's already annoying Y/n again...
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hello-kuni · 1 year
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𝐇𝚶𝐖 𝐃𝚶 𝐘𝚶𝐔 𝐖𝚨𝚴𝚻 𝐌𝚬?
syn: different positions the tr men like to fuck you in
ft. ran, rindou, chifuyu, hanma, kazutora
cw: 18+ mdni, f!reader, ig technically public sex in hanma's, mutual masturbation (kazutora), mentions of creampie
a/n: a lil something bc i love y'all sm, going back to my roots with this one
p.s. my kazutora favoritism is showing with this one
❁ ran
sure he can win some fights with ease, but he tires easily and some days he just doesn't have the energy to keep up with you. it's not that he doesn't want to fuck you--because he craves you more than anything--it's just one of those days he want to lie back. but it's also an excuse to see in his favorite way. mounted on top of him while you hands splay across his chest, face contorting with pleasure as you chase your high. his hands run up and down your hips as you bounce a steady rhythm. his eyes are torn between looking at the way your pretty pussy sinks down around his cock and the way your tits bounce with each desperate grind of your hips. but what he loves most is watching from below as you crumble from your orgasm, crying out his name and fucking yourself through your high. he's no longer tired or lazy after that sight. he's greedy. it happens every time. he draws you into his chest, wrapping his arms around your back and rutting his hips into you. all while whispering how amazing you are into your hair.
❁ rindou
was there truly anything better than coming home late after a long day and seeing his favorite person lounging in bed, ass on full display and clothed with only your pretty panties? he stalks over to the bed, paying to mind to the video playing on your phone, and palms the soft mounds of your ass once he's within reach. it's impossible to keep your surprised yelp from escaping, but it dissolves into a soft giggle when you realize who's interrupted your adjusted nightly routine. he doesn't even bother taking off his clothes or what remains of yours. he doesn't even give you time for a proper greeting or to flip over for a moment. he just needs to be in you. hoisting you up to your knees and sinking in from behind as far in as he can reach, before pulling out to just the tip. he repeats the action a few times, until he can't take it any longer, the hunger he has for you taking over. it takes no time at all to build a quick pace, his hips meeting your ass. he's mesmerized by the way it moves with each of his pounding thrusts. he can't help but grabbed you roughly, squeezing and palming the soft flesh. before he knows it, you're fluttering around his cock, gripping the sheets and moaning his name. he slips out of you and decorated your ass in his cum. his second favorite site.
❁ chifuyu
it can't be denied that he's a bit of an eternal romantic. other positions are fun and exciting, but he'll always gravitate towards the classic missionary. it allows for an unmatched intimacy in his opinion. with your legs tangled in his, fingers digging into his shoulder blades, and lips meeting his kiss for kiss. the slow roll of his hips leaving you to gasp into his mouth, back arching ever so slightly. he loves looking down at you, with your eyes falling shut and head rolling back, soft moans pouring from your lips. the gentle caress of your face has your eyes fluttering open, meeting his awestruck expression. the hazy look in your eyes has his hips getting sharper. he coaxes one of your legs up to wrap around him. your head tilts back at the sudden friction against your clit, a sigh falling past your lips. he takes the opportunity with your exposed neck, attaching his lips to the sensitive spot there. he's there long enough to leave a mark. the moment you thread your fingers through his hair and tug, he's ready to cum. but he'll hold for however long it takes for you to get there. simply because he wants to reach that high with you at the exact same time, and he'd be damned if he got there before you.
❁ hanma
he's a busy man constantly at his office and sometimes until late in the night. on those nights, he wants nothing more than to see you, but the work seem to never stop piling up. but tonight's different. as if you sensed his thoughts, you show up to his office in comfortable clothes with takeout in hand--wholly intent on eating a very late dinner with him and keeping him company until he's ready to go home. but you have such a unique effect on him. no matter what you wore, he was always ready to pounce on you. as soon as you're within reach, he's tugging you into his lap, his chest pressing against your back. surely he can spare a few minutes to indulge in something far more enjoyable. with his lips on your neck, he makes quick work of your pants, sliding them down so you can kick them off the rest of the way. and then he's guiding you by your hips down the full length of his cock. he leans back in his chair, hand holding lightly to your sides as he urges you to move with a subtle roll of his hips. he loves watching you get yourself off on his cock. he’ll let you use him any time you want. because the feeling of being inside you, the sound of your pretty moans, all of it is too good to resist. he adores the way you clench around him as your orgasm approaches, fingers digging tightly into his thighs as you ride out your high. he can’t help the feeling that swells within him as you beg him to come inside you. nor can he help the feeling that swells with your little whimper when he tells you that you have to work for it.
❁ kazutora
even since before you started dating, he'd been nervous around you. it took him ages to ask you out. you were his first everything and he was afraid of letting you down. that nervousness hasn't stopped even after two years together. he's far from experienced and still worried he won't be able to satisfy you even with your reassurances. but one thing is for certain: he loves seeing your pleasure. being the one who caused it was one thing, but he actually realized it when he accidentally walked in on your fucking yourself with his name on your tongue. he'd never gotten so hard so fast in his entire life. it took him some time to bring up the idea of masturbating together and it surprised you, but you went along with it despite how flustered it made you. every so often, he'd suggest it, a desperate note to his voice. all day he couldn't get the image of you out of his head and the moment he stepped through the front door, he sought you out. the time in between was a blur all he wanted was what he had right in front of him. his eyes watch you as one of your hands rubs at your clit, the other toying with your breast. his hand is slow to stroke his cock, to consumed in watching unfold before him. his breathing grows ragged when you cum on your fingers, arching into your hand and his name on your lips. and suddenly he can’t take the ache anymore. his hand isn’t enough. all he wants is to be buried in the sweetness of your pussy. it’s messy but it’s still too good to complain.
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mommypieck · 7 months
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grass is getting greener
✯⁠ lawn mower!jean x reader
✯⁠ warnings: cheating (r on husband), rough, almost mind break, creampie, doggy, jean has big ego
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"Daddy bought you this house?" Jean - your lawn maintenance asks you. Your first instinct is to roll your eyes, he's been helping you with the grass for a few weeks now, and he always keeps his shitty attitude.
"No, husband," you answer, wrapping yourself into a robe even deeper. It's hot as hell out, but you don't want some guy to see you in your swimming suit.
"I only talk to him on the phone. He's rarely in here?" It's your husband's fault for not being home when the workers are around. Basically, he´s never home. You always have to settle for a glass of wine by yourself or your vibrator, which is starting to break by the number of times you have used it.
"Don't assume he is a bad husband just because he isn't here." The sentence makes him laugh out loud. Do you think he might fuck you? he wanted to be good, but after you said that, he might change his behavior.
"I like your attitude," he says, looking up and down your body. You're seriously very pretty, you might want someone to fuck it out of you."
Your eyes widen at what he said. "Excuse me?" you ask him, standing up from your chair. You can't believe he would say something like that.
"I said you might want someone to fuck it out of you."
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"Does he know how to fuck like that, huh?" he smacks your ass, ramming inside of you even harder. Each of his thrusts knocks the wind right out of your lungs. This guy has a talented dick for sure.
He wishes to see you from behind, he's not gonna lie, you have a pretty face, and those tits are amazing. He can see how they swing with each thrust, and Jean wants to see them up closer.
"I fucking love this pussy, look at how much you cream on my cock." he looks down at the white ring at the base of his cock. Of course, you would get this wet for him. he groans when he hears the wet sound your pussy makes now and then. It sucks him in so tightly, he might think you want him to be inside of you forever.
"how long has it been since he fucked you?" he asks you, but you're too overstimulated to answer. Your head falls on the ground, cheek pressed against the cold tiles. He isn't having any of what.
"Answer me." he grabs you by your hair, wrapping his arm around your neck to keep you up.
"8 months." You manage to choke out. He laughs at your response, his lips pressing against your neck. You scream when he bites the side of your neck playfully.
Jean knows you're seconds before cumming and seconds before he breaks you.
"Brace yourself." You are confused about what he means until he slams inside way harder than before. He lets go of your body, which falls on the floor. He presses your head into the floor as he abuses your cunt the best he can. He's chasing his orgasm too but is waiting for you to cum first.
You're so close, you can feel the burning desire rushing through your veins.
"I'm cumming." you squeak, letting all the pleasure out. He slips out of you when your body falls to the ground, shaking. It's the most powerful orgasm you have had in a while. You lay down on the floor, breathing hard as you try to recover from the mind-blowing orgasm.
"I'm not done with you," Jean says before you're yanked by your ass. He slides his cock inside of you one more time. He needs a little more, just a few thrusts. A loud moan escapes him as spurts of his cum fill your insides. Your pussy was the best one he had in a while.
"Was I too rough?" he asks you as he pulls out. You both look at the cum that leeks out of you with a smile.
"It was fine, but you almost broke me," you tell him. you both sit next to each other on the cold floor, thinking about what just happened.
"I'm Jean, you know my name already." he introduces himself, holding out his hand. You chuckle at his dorkiness, of course, you know his name.
"I'm y/n." Your hand shakes his as both of you stare at each other.
"Let's get to know each other better, y/n. Even though I have an idea of what you might like."
that fucker.
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therealpie02 · 2 months
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Peace through struggle
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Pairings: Yunho x fem! reader
Summary: You had a fight with your boyfriend. But you haven't seen each other for a long time, and if words can't resolve your conflict, then another way will help.
Genre: smut 18+
Word count: ~2k
Warnings: it’s just a fiction! soft dom!Yunho, fingering, dirty talk, unprotected sex, cream pie, cum eating, squirting, let me know if I missed something
A/N: friendly reminder English isn’t my native language <3 my first work on the new acc ^^
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You haven't seen each other for about three weeks. Constant departures and training, Yunho stayed in the dorm with Yeosang because it was more convenient for him to get to his bed to sleep for 4 hours at most and start a hard day again. You've missed him so much these days, but that didn't mean you'd let him act like a complete jerk.
And after your quarrel, you were lying on the bed with your back to the window and hugging your pudongie. Yunho remained sitting in the kitchen finishing his dinner. "Well, go to hell," you thought when you heard sounds from the next room. Yes, your boyfriend is the best, sweetest and most gentle in this white world, even a golden retriever is not as good as him. However, there were days when (as you say) his stubborn Aries nature breaks out and he insists on his own.
Maybe it's because you're both tired, you came home after a hard shift at work, Yunho just recently got off the plane to the ground. Nevertheless, you didn't want to think about anything, just look at the darkening sunset.
After a while, you heard Yunho's footsteps coming into your bedroom. He dragged his bag, put it on the sofa and began to put his things on the shelves of the closet. During all this time, you didn't even turn to look at him, although you felt his burning gaze on your back. At some point, the mattress of the bed bent and you heard the sound of unlocking the phone. Anger was raging in you, the blood was boiling in your veins. You lay there and slowly went crazy, no one knew how much longer you could hold out like that, so that right now you wouldn't lie on top of him and start asking him to fuck you while he was just listlessly flipping through his tape on the phone.
It was already dark outside the window when suddenly you felt a hand on your shoulder. You instantly jerked and threw your boyfriend's hand off you. Your body's reaction was the opposite, you wanted Yunho to touch you again, but you couldn't let him get out of this situation so easily. Yunho moved to your side of the bed so close that you could feel the warmth of his body. This feeling ignited a fire inside you that demanded attention, but you couldn't give up so quickly.
His fingers began to slowly stroke you from shoulder to hip. Why was it so unbearably pleasant? You squeezed your eyes shut and brought your legs together, almost lying on your stomach. You let him stroke you further until his fingers got under your T-shirt and traced circles on your back, which made you exhale loudly. Gathering up his courage, Yunho approached your ear.
"Y/n, look at me, please," he whispered, starting to kiss your ear, face and neck. A long kiss on the neck knocked all the air out of you, and his bite after that made you moan softly. But you immediately fell silent, pretending that you didn't care about his manipulations.
"Y/n," he said again and tried to turn you around so that you could look at him, but your grip on the pudongie was strong enough for him to be defeated. The fingers finished their machinations with you, and his warmth next to you evaporated in the same second. Well, apparently he decided to talk to you tomorrow.
Thoughts of sleep were already creeping into your head when suddenly strong hands grabbed you by the waist, forcing you to fly into the air and kneel. Pudongie fell off the bed altogether. Out of surprise, you didn't even notice how those same hands got under your T-shirt and were already squeezing your boobs quite hard.
"You're so stubborn," your boyfriend's deep voice came from behind. Yunho pressed your back against his chest so that you could feel his hard cock with your ass even through your clothes. You swore under your breath, damn it, you really wanted him, and he knew it perfectly well.
"Honey, I don't need your words today, so you can keep quiet as long as you want while I fuck you."
With that, he bent you down so that you had to get on all fours. He left kisses on your neck, long fingers hooked the elastic band of your pajama pants along with your underwear and pulled down. He waited a bit to get a reaction from you that would allow him to do what he was going to do. You nodded at him without looking. The cold air made you shiver and clench your legs, which your boyfriend didn't like. Yunho didn't bother to take off your pants and underpants to the end, but forced you to spread your legs wider with the force of his hands. He froze for a second and stopped doing anything to you, thoroughly enjoying the view. You wanted to turn around and look at the expression on his admiring face, but his hand on your neck stopped any of your attempts.
"I'm going to fuck you so that you forget the reason we had a fight," he said, taking off his clothes along the way. To tell the truth, you've already forgotten what you quarreled about, but you won't spoil your pleasure. It wasn't every day that Yunho found the strength to have aggressive sex. But when he found it…
"Oh.." you moaned when you felt two of his fingers enter you and quickly move deeper. You were already wet enough, but the lack of constant practice could hurt you. However, no matter how good your boyfriend's intentions were, you desperately wanted his cock. The other hand was tracing circles on your clit, and this is the symphony you missed these days of separation. It seems you whimpered, realizing that you wouldn't last that long.
"I'm sorry, I don't want to say anything anymore, I just want you," Yunho whispered into your back and straightened up. He took his fingers away, and you could have cried on the spot, until a strong push into you almost knocked you off balance. You could have sworn that you tore the pillow you were clutching into when Yunho gave another quick and deep thrust.
"Fu-.." another one, his big cock felt so good in you, he filled you all over, the speed of his thrusts did not allow you to think clearly. You fell on your elbows when Yunho grabbed you by the waist, holding you in place, and continued to push into you with the same frantic speed. Your screams and his moans filled your bedroom, you were both wet with sweat, besides you couldn't control your tears from the approaching orgasm.
"Tell me when you..."
"Yunho, now!" He pulled dick out and continued to fuck you with three fingers. More, more and more, you were stunned by the pleasant feelings that rolled over you, so you couldn't hear how loudly you screamed, stopped feeling how violently your pussy was squeezing around Yunho's fingers and completely did not notice how everything became wet under you.
You were still regaining consciousness when your boyfriend gently turned you over, laid you on your back and whispered right into your lips.
"I missed you" his moist and soft lips were so close to yours, but he barely touched you. That son of a bitch was being played by you when he was so devastatingly handsome, wet hair stuck to his forehead, ears turned charmingly red, and his bottomless eyes looked straight into your soul.
"Me too," there's not a drop of pride left in your body after this round. Your hands stroked his broad shoulders, you put one hand on the back of his head, slightly squeezing his hair into a fist, trying to pull him towards you. He smirked insidiously, but obeyed and kissed you the way you wanted.
A second later, you feel how he directs the head of his penis back into your orgasm-sensitive entrance. The kiss was interrupted by your prolonged moan. You squeezed your eyes shut from the intense stimulation, it was between unbearable pain and complete bliss. Opening your eyes, you found Yunho kneeling and looking down at you. He looked at you with a face full of satisfaction and power. His hands took your hips and pressed them against his waist so that you could fix them. You could tell by his look and smile that your end was coming. He grabbed you by the waist again, but this time his grip was much stronger so that traces could remain and began to pound into you with all his strength. A stream of curses came from your mouth, your sensitive pussy sent waves of his thrusts all over your body. You wanted to hold on to the blanket so you wouldn't try to escape, but the man pulled your arms over your head with one hand.
"Fuck Yunho," you continued to scream and moan incessantly. "I can't take it anymore!"
His response was a deep and fast thrust into your sweet spot, then he repeated it again and again, again.
"Yunho, I..."
"Come on," he replied, pressing his thumb on your clitoris, which made you feel like you were breaking into fucking pieces of the remnants of your consciousness.
After a couple of seconds, you could feel his cock expanding inside you and shooting hot cum. Yunho moaned and tried to catch his breath with deep breaths, drops of sweat dripped on you and his hands threatened to crush you.
He pulled out his cock and you felt cold and empty, as well as his sperm began to pour out of you. With his fingers, he gathered what came out of you and brought it to your mouth. He lay down next to you and watched as you licked the cum off his fingers under the onslaught of his dominant gaze. He smiled wearily.
"How about falling asleep in a hug now, we'll think about a shower tomorrow?"
You couldn't do anything but kiss him gently, hug him and fall asleep on his chest.
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A/N: König will be done in the next post, I'm sorry I couldn't add him to this one..
Not a request but my own need for this:
141&Konig find out (same time as you do) that you have PCOS. You of course are sad because of the fertility issues and all the problems this condition brings, but not to worry, your partner is here to help and uplift you.  ---- F!Reader, reader with pcos, fluff, angst, comfort, established!realtionship, tw: self worth issues ----
A/N: I needed comfort and well I figured you might too so.. here's this
"All the signs point to yes, the way you have given me a description and the tests we ran," the doctor breaks the news. "This can't be right? Maybe there was a mistake?" Your hand holding onto your husband's hand. "It's PCOS, ma'am." You shook your head. You read every article, and watched every video, and even though you said your signs must be for something else, here you are. 
"What does this mean for her?" your husband asks, knowing you are just trying to find yourself in the void you've been pushed to. "Well it can mean a lot of things, for example..." the doctor's voice fades. Your eyes are on that desk, the lighting of the room only making this news worse. Tears form in your eyes. What does this mean? No family, no picket fence, and Sunday walk with your kids. 
You wanted to cry and argue against the results but it's all there in that paper. Your heart breaks and you grip his hand again. 
The ride home was silent, he knew it was best this way. You thought of it all, the giggles, the drawings on the wall, the stained clothes, and the staying up late that you'll never get to do. 
"We're home," he mentions softly, his hand on yours again as you are lost in thought. All you can do is get out of the car and walk inside. You know it's wrong to push him away but it's the only thing that feels right. Your emotions are all over the place. You feel more disgusted with yourself. The hair that's growing on the chin and chest, the stupid periods you've missed, the weight gain, the way you look around and see everyone building your families and you, sitting in a bathroom, undressed as you look at the weight and wished you were 'better'. 
John Price: 
The first thing he does is leave you alone. He doesn't know how it feels, however, he knows that if he were in your place, he'd too need some time alone. He knows one thing, if the places were changed, you'd be doing something to make him cheer up, anything. "My love, I'm going out for a few minutes, you need me, I'm a phone call away." he kisses your forehead but when you refuse to let him kiss your soft skin, he sighs and walks away. 
They say, to be loved is to be known and he knows you all too well. So, he goes to every store in town, looks for that one book you've been looking for, and then, there it is, the flowers, the takeout and the one blanket you eyed for a little too long when shopping with him. 
Meanwhile, in the small bathroom, you lie down. Eyes on the ceiling as you feel yourself cry once more. Stupid, stupid, stupid body of mine. Why must this be your place? Why can't you give him the one chance at happiness? One kid at least, two at best and a stupid family dog that could be running around during family walks. 
"I hate you-"
"Love? Hey, open up, I'm home," he says as he knocks on the door of the bathroom. "Go away-"
"Not happening, open up my sweetheart, let me show you everything will be alright," his voice was so soft and gentle. 
Once he finally has you in his arms, guiding you to the cosy living room, he covers your eyes and smiles. "We'll talk about this all later but for now, let me release some stress."
"But-"
"Love, no. I'm not letting you think that just because of this condition you are less than any other woman out there. You are so much more than just someone who can give me children. You are this incredibly funny, smart and seriously kind person. You're my girl, nothing changes that, kids or not. Now, let's eat, watch some film I found and then, we'll stay up and talk about today." 
Simon Riley: 
You've been in the bedroom, looking at the pictures your siblings have sent you of your nieces and/or nephews. Their little giggles, the silly little things they do when they get annoyed when not solving a small puzzle. Tears form in your eyes. "Lovie, I got the bath- Lovie?" His voice was softer than ever. He recognizes that frown and the only thing he can do is walk to you, wrap his arms around you and give you a tight hug. His lips meet your forehead. "I feel broken like there is something very wrong with me," you confess as small tears fall. "You're not broken, lovie," he whispers. 
"Well, it feels like I am, everything is wrong with me, I feel disgusted with myself."
He shakes his head, "If there is one thing I've learned is that even if you feel like you are completely worthless, it's a temporary thing. At the end of the day, you are much more than being the one I have a family with. So what if we can't have sleepless nights? You're not here to just be a mother. And, if we want kids, I'm sure we'll adopt or maybe we can search for other stuff- the point here is, you are much more than serving as some womb for our kids." 
He kisses picks you up and carries you to the bathroom. "Now, let me take care of you, okay? You do it for me when I come home and it's time you get treated the same." 
One thing with him is that he shows you his true love, admiration and excitement with acts of service. He won't directly tell you all his emotions but his actions do tell you all you need to know. As you lay back on the tub, he grabs your hand and kisses it. "Everything will be alright, I promise you that much," he smiles and slowly scrubs your body, the feeling of the bubbles and warm water soothe you. 
Kyle Garrick: 
It's bizarre. The rain pitter-pattered against the windowpane as you sat curled up on the sofa, your thoughts a whirlwind of worry and frustration. Today had been one of those days where everything seemed to spiral out of control. To be diagnosed with this condition had hit you out of a tidal wave, and left you feeling overwhelmed and uncertain about the future. Why must you be this way?
Kyle, your ever-supportive husband, noticed the heaviness in your demeanour the moment he stepped through the door. Droplets of rain clung to his jacket as he approached you, concern etched on his features. "Y/N, love, are you alright?" he asked softly, kneeling beside you. He knows you, that weak smile falters almost immediately. "It's a lot to take in," you admit, your voice barely above a whisper. Kyle wraps his arms around you, pulling you close in a comforting embrace. "I know, darling. But you're not alone in this. We'll figure it out together, okay?" he murmurs, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head. 
You nod, feeling the weight of his words anchor to the present moment. You lean into his warmth, finding solace in the familiar scent of his cologne mingled with the rain outside. 
For the rest of the evening, Kyle made it his mission to care for you in every way he could. He brewed your favourite herbal tea and fetched the cosy blanket to wrap you in it. He listened attentively as you, for so long, poured out your fears and frustrations. In between doubt, he offered words of reassurance. 
As the evening goes on, he notices how the weight of your diagnosis left you with a burden. He can see the sadness etched into your features, the worry lines creasing your forehead as you sit and stare into the distance. "Love, what's on your mind?" he asks softly, reaching out to gently squeeze your hand. 
You let out a heavy sigh, and your shoulders slump as you face him, "I just can't shake this feeling off, babe," you admit to him once more, that soft voice of yours tinged with sadness. "It's a lie no matter what I do, this stupid condition will always be a part of me." Tears well in your eyes. 
His heart aches at the sound of defeat in your voice, but he refuses to let your despair consume not just you but him as well. With a tender smile, he cups your cheek, brushing away the stray tear with his thumb. How can you tell someone you want to listen to and understand them? How can you show love for them when they can't even accept love for something they can't control?  
"Y/N, listen to me," he says firmly, his gaze unwavering. "This condition doesn't define you. It's just one part of who you are, love. And it certainly isn't your fault." 
You blink back tears, your throat tightening with emotion. "But it feels like...like I'm broken," your voice barely above a whisper. He shook his head, his expression softening with understanding. "You aren't broken, Y/N. Not even in the slightest," he insists, his voice laced with conviction. "You are this strong, beautiful and capable of so much more than you realise. And I will be here every step of the way, holding your hand through it all."
With that, Gaz pulls you into his arms, holding you close as if to shield you from pain. He presses a gentle kiss to your forehead, pouring all his love and reassurance into the simple gesture. At that moment, surrounded by his unwavering love and support, you felt a flicker of hope ignite in you. 
In the days that followed, he was your constant support and encouragement. He researched PCOS tirelessly, eager to understand your condition better and help you navigate the complexities. He accompanies you to doctor's appointments, holding your hand through every moment. He also made small challenges to not just your lifestyle but his. New healthier habits, medication, self-help books and moments of joy filled your life with him. 
John "Soap" MacTavish:
The soft glow of the bedside lamp, once you reach the bedroom, casts a warm ambience in the room as you sit on the edge of the bed, your mind clouded with worry and uncertainty. You stare blankly at the floor, thoughts consumed by this condition. It felt as though the world had turned upside down in an instant, leaving you lost and vulnerable. 
Johnny, your steadfast husband, watched you with concern from his place beside you. He could see the turmoil written in your eyes. Without a word, he reached out and gently took your hand in his, offering a silent anchor in this storm. 
You squeeze his hand tightly, seeking solace in the warmth of his touch. "What am I now, Johnny?" you confess. "It's like... everything I thought I knew about myself has been thrown into question."
Johnny's heart ached, he can't let you suffer alone, not like this. "You don't have to deal with this alone, bonnie," he kisses the top of your hand. "We're in this together, remember?"
You nod, eyes brimming with unshed tears. "I know, but... it's just so hard," your voice trembles with emotion. It's not love if they leave during something so hard, they say. It's unconditional love when they stay, I say. 
"I know it's hard, bonnie. But I also know how strong you are," he gives you a small smile. "You are much more than this diagnosis." It's beautiful, how in the middle of this heartache, he still gives you this funny yet warm feeling. "And I will be here every step of the way, supporting you, comforting you, and loving you with all that I am," he promises.  -----
A/N: If you have this, I'm always here, it's okay to sometimes rely on others. This isn't something to be ashamed about<3
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Three of a kind
Pairing: Minsung x Chan x Reader
Summary: After getting tipsy with your boyfriend and his friends, you and Jisung have a moment but Chan and Minho catch you, you can't help but realize you may have gotten something you wanted all along.
Warnings: MxM, FxM, Jisung is a sub, Reader is a switch, Chan is a Dom, Minho is a switch. Degradation, Praising, Oral sex giving and receiving, fingering, pet names, anal because mxm,
Note: Honestly I did not expect it to be this long. It got out of hand tbh. Anyways I hope you enjoy it. I know I took forever to get this out but have been up all day finishing it.
Another day, another party. Parties were never your thing, much less people. A party full of people that you don't know made you extremely anxious. Being here wasn't high on your list of things you'd want to be doing, yet when you feel the hand on your lower back, you can't help but take a deep breath. Your boyfriend looks at you, giving you a smile, trying to help calm your nerves. The party was hosted by your boyfriend's business.
"Are you okay, sweetheart?" Chan asks, feeling you tense even under his touch. You nod to him, and he holds a pout on his face. "Please don't lie, love. I can tell when you lie," Chan tells you, and you let out a sigh.
"Do you want to go home yet?" Chan whispers softly to you. You feel guilty for him even asking you. You nod your head, and Chan nods. "We won't stay much longer," Chan says, kissing your head and moving his hand from your waist. Instead, his hand opens for you to take, and you smile at him.
A beep comes from Chan's back pocket, and he digs his hand into his back pocket. He reads the text, smiling. Chan puts the phone away once again after sending a text back. "Min and Ji are here. Do you want to talk to them for a bit?" Chan smiles at you, and you smile back at him.
"Yeah," you say softly, and he takes your hand in his, never dropping his smile. Minho and Jisung were your friends that you had met through your boyfriend. They pretty much know as much about you as your boyfriend does. They were both single, surprisingly, and you couldn't help but wonder why. There was no way it was their looks. They looked as if they were handcrafted by the gods. They had great personalities. You just didn't see anything wrong with them.
You go through the crowd of people, following your boyfriend's lead. Finally, your eyes land on the pair who is talking amongst themselves. Chan smiles as they look in your direction. You sigh softly, at least the familiar faces help calm your nerves. Jisung's face lights up, while Minho gives you a nod while glancing over your body.
"You look like a goddess," Jisung says, leaning in and grabbing your hand to kiss. Jisung was always the flirty one out of the two of them.
"Ji, just remember she's my girlfriend, so don't go trying to sweep her off her feet," Chan says, staring at the brown-haired boy with a joking smile.
Jisung lets out a small laugh at his words. "That's my specialty, Chan," Jisung jokes to him. Chan wasn't the jealous type when it came to the two men standing in front of you. Anyone else, though, would've earned a glare.
"Hi, Ji," you say with a soft smile to the man who had kissed your hands seconds ago. You notice black eyeliner sitting on his face, perfectly framing his eyes, and, fuck, you'd be lying if you said he didn't look so hot right now.
Jisung and Chan immediately start talking, and your eyes travel to the man beside him. Minho looks out of place here. Minho had never been one to attend events like this, so you were sure he was just as anxious here as you were. You can't help but grab Minho's hand, and he sighs.
"You doing okay, Min?" you say softly, and he shrugs. "I have to be. Ji is here, and you know how he gets," Minho says, reminding you of Jisung's social anxiety. You nod silently at him.
"How long have you been here?" Minho asks quietly. "Not even an hour yet," you reply. Minho nods at your words.
"What about you, sweetheart? How are you holding up?" Minho asks, remembering your own social anxiety.
You shake your head, and you can see pity on Minho's face. "I'm sorry. I'm sure Chan isn't going to keep you here too long, knowing everything," he says. You nod, and Minho sighs.
"I'm guessing you won't be here much longer either," you say, and Minho nods at your words. "Ji might have a panic attack if we stay too much longer. I'm surprised he hasn't already asked me to take him back home yet."
"Can you tell from his body language that he doesn't want to be here?" You can't help but look at Jisung, who is in conversation with your boyfriend. Nothing about Jisung screams off, though.
Minho lets out a chuckle as you look back at him and shake your head. "That's okay. I can. If you look closely, he has tension in his shoulders, his eyes are a little wider than normal because he's alert, and his posture is closed off. It's normal for a person to not spot those things, but I've known Ji for so long that it's like reading a book you know."
You nod as you look at him, noticing each thing he had pointed out. Jisung's and Chan's eyes finally meet yours once again. "Why are you looking at me like that? Did Minho do that weird thing again where he reads me?" Jisung says, eyes looking to Minho, and Minho smirks.
"He did! Min, I told you to quit doing that!" Jisung says, scolding him, and Minho rolls his eyes. "Not my fault that you're so easy to read," Minho says, earning a playful glare from Jisung.
"I can't stand him sometimes, y/n," Jisung says, a smile on his face, rolling his eyes. Minho ignores him, instead having a conversation with Chan about work.
Jisung steps closer to you and smiles. "I missed you." Glasses sit on the top of his nose, almost falling off, and you can't help but giggle at that. You bring a hand up, pushing them back on his face. "I missed you too, Ji," you say, and he opens his arms for you. You can't help but wrap your arms around him.
"How have you been, princess?" Jisung asks softly. "I've been okay, Ji. What about you?" you say, and he smiles at you.
"I'm great," Jisung says, trying to assure you. You can't help but notice the rings on his fingers. "Those are new, aren't they?" You ask him, and he looks away from you, a blush forming on his face. "Yeah, Minho bought them for me. We're kind of a thing now." Your eyes widen at his words.
"I don't see you for 2 weeks, and you and Minho are a thing now. You and Mr. OCD himself?" You say, shock evident on your face. Jisung laughs but nods. "I know. It's a long story. I'll tell you some other day when we have time." A hand wraps around your waist. "Or how about tonight? We have nothing to do tonight. You both are more than welcome over," Chan says, and Minho looks to Jisung, who smiles and nods.
"Yeah, we can. We don't have anything to do," Minho says, besides Jisung. "Good. I need quality time with my y/n." Grabbing your hand, Jisung smiles. "We were just about to leave. You guys okay with that?" Jisung and Minho nod. Jisung holds your hand all the way to Chan's car before being pulled to Minho's.
You sit on your couch, wine glass in hand, heels discarded by the front door. Minho and Chan have disappeared into the kitchen, leaving you and Jisung alone. "So, how did you and Minho end up together?" you ask, and Jisung giggles, probably already tipsy, as he had already drunk the wine from his glass. Jisung was always a lightweight. According to Chan, you were just like him, a lightweight.
"So, we actually got together a week ago. The first week we didn't see you, we ended up getting into an argument because I was avoiding him. I confessed to him in the heat of the argument. Then he kissed me and yeah. I knew I liked him about a month ago though," Jisung says, and you set your wine glass down. "And you didn't tell me?"
Jisung sighs. "I wasn't sure how to tell anyone, really. You know?" You take Jisung's hands into yours, and he sighs. "I understand, Ji. I'm so proud of you, though."
"Proud?" Jisung says back, and you nod. "You confessed to him. I don't think I could be that brave, you know."
Jisung smiles at you. "Do you trust me?" You tilt your head in confusion. "Of course I do, Ji."
"Good," Jisung says softly. Before you realize it, a hand meets your thigh, and Jisung plants a kiss on your lips. He pulls away and smiles. "I've wanted to do that for a while."
Jisung's glasses sit on the edge of his nose again. You look at him in shock. Jisung's smile drops, and he becomes worried, clearly sobering up some at his actions. "Shit. I shouldn't have done that." Jisung continues to ramble on, and you sigh.
You bring a hand to his face, pushing his glasses back up. You continue to look into his eyes. Your lips meet his again, and you can't help but wonder if it's the alcohol you had. The kiss starts off innocent until Jisung kisses you harder.
This time, it's Minho's words breaking you apart. "What did I tell you, Chan?" Minho says, and your eyes fall on your boyfriend, expecting to see hatred, sadness, disappointment, or even all three. Instead, a smirk appears on his face.
"A little alcohol and they're all over each other. I guess you were right, Min." Chan and Minho make their way to the couch, except Minho sits beside you and Chan sits beside Jisung.
"Kissing my girlfriend?" Jisung bites his lip at Chan's words, looking down. Chan picks up Jisung's chin to look at him. Chan smirks when Jisung's eyes meet his. "Pretty boy. You could've just asked, and I would've let you," Jisung's eyes widen in surprise. "Where's the guy who just kissed my girlfriend seconds ago? What about me? Don't I deserve a kiss, Ji?" Chan says, faking a pout.
Jisung nods, and Chan's fake pout drops. "Good boy," Chan says softly, and Jisung kisses him. You can't help but watch, mesmerized.
You're eventually pulled out of your trance when Minho brings a hand to your face to look at him. He gives you a fake pout. "Too mesmerized by our boyfriends kissing? Forgot I exist?" Minho asks, and you shake your head. "Couldn't ever forget you exist, Min," you say absentmindedly as Minho lets out a chuckle.
"You're so cute. I don't know how Chan doesn't bend you over the couch and fuck you every time you open that mouth of yours. I guess I'll just have to shut you up with my mouth tonight," Minho clicks his tongue and immediately goes in for a kiss.
The kiss is heated and filled with need. You can't help but want more of him. You need more of them. Eventually, though, Minho pulls away and his eyes fall behind you. You look behind you and see Jisung, whose glasses are now on the coffee table. Your eyes fall on your boyfriend, though.
"Maybe if you guys weren't tipsy, we could all have some fun together," Chan tskts and Minho chuckles. "Maybe some other time then. It's getting rather late, isn't it, Chan?" Minho says, and Chan smirks. "It is, Min. I think you guys should get home soon," Jisung whines at your boyfriend's words. You can't help the small pout that comes to your face. "Careful, Ji, or I'll have to punish you when you get home," Minho says, and Jisung immediately shuts up. Minho grabs your chin to look at him. "This isn't over yet, sweetheart. It's just best if we do it all with sober minds," Minho says, making you feel slightly better. You nod softly, and Minho kisses your lips once more.
You look at Jisung, who looks more upset than you. You can't help but kiss the pout off his face, and he smiles softly. "So cute," you say, and he giggles.
"Let's get going, Ji," Minho says softly, and Jisung nods, grabbing his glasses off the table. "So unfair. Stupid wine," Jisung grumbles before being led out the door.
4 days. That's how long it takes for you to hear from Jisung and Minho. You couldn't help but wonder if Jisung was regretting his actions. How do you even face him ever again if he does?
"Sweetheart?" Chan says, leaning over the couch. His smile shows his dimples. However, his smile fades when he sees you pinching your skin and ignoring the TV.
Chan comes around the couch and sits in front of you. He takes your hands into his and sighs softly. "Baby, I told you how much I hate when you do that. I know it's an anxiety thing of yours. What's got you so anxious?" Chan asks softly, and you sigh.
"You're okay with everything that happened the other day?" you ask him, and he brings a hand to your face. "Of course I am. Are you okay with everything?" Chan asks, caressing your face. "Yeah. I liked it a lot."
Chan gives you a look, telling you to continue. "What about Minho and Jisung? Do you think they're okay with everything? What if Jisung regrets kissing me? What do I do if he does? How do we even face them?" Chan looks at you, quite surprised at the questions hurled his way.
"Okay, deep breaths first," Chan says, and you do exactly as he says. "Okay. First off, sweetheart, just because you haven't heard from them doesn't mean something's wrong. I'm sure they've just been busy. Second, if Jisung regrets kissing you, he'd be insane. Only a madman would regret kissing you. If Jisung truly thought he shouldn't have done that, don't you think he'd tell you? It's Jisung, after all," Chan says, and you can't help but let out a small giggle.
"If he does regret kissing you, we'll act as if nothing happened. As if we had gone our separate ways that night. We'll still hang out, maybe not as much, but they're our friends, aren't they? They won't just disappear completely out of our lives," Chan says, trying to gently reassure you. Chan's words settle, and you can't help but let out a breath you were holding.
"Thank you, Channie. I needed that," you say quietly, and he kisses your head. "You're my girlfriend, I'm supposed to do this. Don't thank me," Chan says back with a smile.
Suddenly, your phone rings, and Jisung's name lights it up. You pick up your phone, answering it. "Hi, Ji." You say softly into the phone.
"Princessss," Jisung says, holding the s out. "How are you feeling?" He asks quickly, calming down.
"I'm okay. What about you guys?" you say softly, and he sighs.
"We're okay. I miss you though. It got so busy afterwards. What are you doing tonight? You guys should come over. Minho will be a little bit late but not by too much," Jisung says happily.
You look at Chan. Chan just nods. "Yeah, we can make it tonight."
"I get to see you again and spend time with you. This time I'm not drinking any alcohol with you," Jisung says, making you giggle, and he whines.
"You're such a lightweight," you say, and he lets out a whine. "It's not because of that. I want to have sex with you and Chan. Minho told me we had to be sober though," Jisung says a little more quietly.
"You want to have sex with both of us?" you ask, slightly surprised. Jisung says nothing, and you think he's hung up. "Is it that surprising? I mean, look at you guys. I thought it was pretty clear after kissing you and your boyfriend. You do want to have sex with us, right?" Jisung asks, sounding unsure if you were regretting everything that happened.
"Of course I do. Are you sure?" you ask, still skeptical about everything. "Of course I am. I mean, you're both hot as fuck. Minho thinks the exact same thing. You want to know what Minho told me about Chan though?" You look at your boyfriend, and he can't help but be just as curious as you are.
"He told me he wanted to fuck Chan. Can't blame him though. Hell, I completely understand it, but I prefer for him to fuck my brains out," Jisung says, and you can't help but look at your boyfriend. Chan has a smirk on his face, and you look on curiously.
"Is that so, Ji?" Chan says, and you can hear a squeak over the phone. "Why didn't you tell me that you were on speaker? He heard everything I said?" Jisung says, and you can't help but laugh at that.
"Sorry. Yeah, he did," Chan laughs quietly, and you can't help but smile. "Let Min know that I'd love to fuck him instead," Chan says, closer to the phone now.
"Seriously? That would be a sight to see," Jisung says almost dreamily. Chan can't help but let out a laugh. "Yeah? I'd love to fuck you too," Chan says, and you hear another squeak leave Jisung before he hangs up the phone. You can't help but look at Chan and hit his shoulder playfully. "Seriously, you embarrassed him, Chan." Chan can't help but laugh at your pouty face. "It's not my fault he's so fuckable," Chan says, laughing, and you sigh, leaning your head on him.
Before you know it, you're knocking on the door. You can't help but wonder if Jisung is home, seeing that no car is outside. Yet it doesn't take long for the door to open. You're greeted with a bright smile on Jisung's face, his glasses almost falling off. Jisung immediately takes you in his arms.
"I missed you. Can I kiss you?" Jisung asks, yet immediately lets go of you. Chan has an amused smile on his face. "So direct. We just got here and your boyfriend isn't even here," Chan says, and Jisung backs away, giving you room.
"Sorry, I'm just excited," Jisung mumbles, and you can't help but giggle at his overexcitedness. You want to lean in and kiss the small pout he has on his face off, but you decide against it.
Jisung opens the door and invites you in. You make your way to the living room and sit on the couch with Chan beside you. Chan's hand meets your thigh, and you can't help but relax. Jisung sits beside you, and Chan shakes his head with a light chuckle. Jisung tilts his head at your boyfriend's chuckle.
"You're so desperate, Sungie. What makes you think I'm going to let you have her first?" Chan says, and Jisung lets out a small whine. "Get up and come here," Chan tells him.
Jisung doesn't hesitate to stand up and walk over to Chan. "On your knees," Jisung listens, and Chan lets out another chuckle. "So compliant, Sungie. I wonder what Minho would think?" Jisung lets out a small whine, and Chan caresses his face. "Min is so lucky, isn't he? A pretty little thing like you to fuck anytime he wants. I have my pretty little plaything already, but I can't help but wonder if you make pretty sounds just like her."
Jisung leans into his touch, and you think this might be the prettiest sight you've ever seen. "Min says I make the prettiest sounds," Jisung mumbles almost absentmindedly. Chan can't help but chuckle, and Jisung's face turns red, realizing what he's said.
"Don't be embarrassed. I'm sure you do. Just like my pretty girl right here," Chan says, and Jisung's eyes fall on you. "Could I hear?" Chan chuckles at his request but nods. "Of course you can," Chan says softly before moving his hand to your face and kissing you softly.
"My pretty girl has been so patient. She does deserve a reward after all," Chan says, his other hand going under your shirt. You can't help but let out a soft moan as his cold hands meet your body.
Chan's hand travels up your body, and he places his mouth on your neck, making you move your head so he can get better access. A louder moan comes out when he starts sucking on your neck. Your eyes meet Jisung's, and he quickly looks away and down at his hands.
"Channie?" you moan softly. He pulls away and smirks at you. "I'll play with you some more in a little bit," Chan whispers softly to you, pecking your lips, and his attention goes back to Jisung.
Jisung looks at his hands, and Chan sighs, lifting his chin to look at him in the eyes. "I thought you wanted a show, guess not. That's okay though," Chan says, and Jisung lets out his own sigh.
"I enjoyed it, I promise. Just a little too much," Jisung says quietly, and your eyes travel down to the boner that is poking through the sweatpants he has on. "Look at you, pretty boy. I'll help you with that, just hope Min won't be too upset about us starting without him." Chan leans down and kisses Jisung, who practically melts into the kiss.
"Well, look at this," you hear, and your eyes meet Minho's, who has his arms crossed, leaning against the door. Jisung quickly pulls away from Chan and looks at Minho.
"My good boy has his tongue down someone else's throat," Minho says, and that immediately has Jisung looking down at his hands again.
"This was your plan, Ji? Could've just told me you invited them over. I would've gotten off earlier," Minho says, approaching Jisung now.
"I'm sorry, Min. Wanted to surprise you," Jisung says softly. Minho picks his head up with a finger. "Don't apologize. I know you wanted this for a long time. Might as well let Channie have his way with you then," Minho says softly, and his eyes glance up to Chan. "Don't break him, Chan. I still want to be able to use him next time we have sex."
Chan chuckles softly. "I won't break him, Min, as long as you don't break my pretty girl."
Minho looks at you and then back at Chan, smirking. "I'll try not to," Minho says before making his way beside you. He sits next to you, and you can't help but stare at him for a second. He is wearing a suit with his sleeves rolled up. His hair is slightly messy, but it makes him look even hotter, if that's even possible.
"You're drooling, sweetheart," Minho says, chuckling, and you roll your eyes at him. "I was going to compliment you, but now I'm going to keep my mouth shut," you say, and he gently grabs your wrist.
You look at him, tilting your head, and he chuckles once again. "You're so cute, you know? Go ahead, tell me what you were thinking, sweetheart," Minho tells you softly. You let out a sigh, and Minho waits for you to tell him. "You look hot. I want you, Min," you say softly. Minho smirks and gets closer to you, close enough for him to kiss you but he doesn't.
"You don't know how long I've waited for you to say that," Minho says right at your lips. He glances into your eyes before looking back at your lips. You can't help yourself and lean in to kiss him. It takes Minho by surprise, but he quickly relaxes into it and takes control.
Minho's hands make their way towards you, and he brings you into his lap; he refuses to pull away from the kiss, though. You hear moans from behind you now and recognize them as your boyfriend's. Minho refuses to let you pull away, though, and look.
Minho's tongue parts past your lips, making you focus on him. He tries to explore every inch of your mouth, and you can't help but let him. You sigh softly, melting into his hold, and as soon as you do, Minho pulls away.
Minho smiles down at you. "Relax, sweetheart. I got you. You trust me, right?" Minho says softly, and you nod. "Good. I would never hurt you," Minho tells you. You nod softly. "I know." Minho can't help but give you another soft smile.
"Here, I'll give you a view of the show," Minho says, flipping you around on his lap. Your eyes meet Jisung's, who has your boyfriend's dick in his mouth. Chan's head is thrown back, letting out moan after moan, eyes closed. You feel Minho's hands make their way under your shirt. "It's such a pretty sight, isn't it? Ji taking your boyfriend in his mouth." Minho's hands travel to your bra and unclasp it. You let out a sigh, and your body falls into Minho's.
"Pretty girl," Minho mumbles into your ear, and you let out a moan as one hand starts to play with your boob. The other travels down to your pants. It doesn't take long for him to unbutton it, and his hand makes its way into your panties. You're wet already, and he seems to notice that by letting out a chuckle.
"Haven't done much, and you're soaked. I wonder how long you've been waiting for this?" Minho asks, but you don't reply, already lost in the pleasure as he pushes a finger inside.
"You're so pretty like this, you know," Minho tells you softly as he puts his head on your neck. Minho softly kisses your neck, and you can't help but let out an embarrassingly loud moan. Minho doesn't stop, instead he seems to be spurred on by your moan. His finger fucks into you faster, and you can't help but let out moan after moan.
Jisung's eyes can't help but watch as his boyfriend fingers you. Jisung couldn't help but want to know what you tasted like. He couldn't help but assume you'd taste sweet. A hand comes to his hair, though, pulling him out of his thoughts.
Chan pulls Jisung completely off, and you can tell how disappointed he was by the way he pouts. Chan runs a hand through Jisung's hair, trying to get it out of his face. Jisung whines and pouts. Chan frowns slightly at that but leans down and kisses his lips before whispering in his ear. Jisung's face immediately lights up, and his eyes look over at you.
Minho notices as Jisung crawls over to you and spreads your legs. Jisung smiles at you, and you'd think it was adorable if he didn't lick his lips and stare at you as if you were a meal. Jisung kisses the inside of your thigh as Minho moves his hands to your thighs, digging his nails into them, forcing you to open them so Jisung can have more room.
"You're so pretty," Jisung quietly tells you before kissing your clit. You let out a moan at the feeling. "Can I?" Jisung softly asks as if he was unsure you'd want it.
"Please, Ji," you weakly whisper, and that's all it takes for him. Jisung gets to fucking you with his tongue. It's messy and so good that you think you might start seeing stars.
"Ji," you plead with him, but he doesn't hear you, working you open with his tongue.
"G-gonna make me cum," Jisung seems to hear that because he speeds up. It doesn't take much longer for you to be thrown straight into your first orgasm of the night. Your eyes roll back, and you see stars.
When the stars subside, Jisung is still pumping his tongue in and out of you. Your hand goes to his hair, pulling him off. A soft whimper leaves his mouth, and you can't help but want to fuck more sounds like that out of him.
Jisung looks at Minho for a second behind you and glances over at Chan, who nods with a smirk on his face. Jisung's hands go to your hips, and you sigh softly. Minho helps him guide you into his lap on the ground. Jisung sits you on top of his boner, wanting you to feel him. Another small whimper comes out of his mouth, and you start softly grinding on him. More whimpers and pleas fall out of his mouth.
"Let me fuck you, please?" Jisung says, a whimper following that sentence. Jisung's hips start bucking up, meeting your grinding. A small moan leaves your lips, and you nod. You move off Jisung's lap, and he makes quick work of pulling his sweatpants and boxers down. You feel yourself practically salivate at his cock. How could a cock be pretty? You didn't know, but Jisung had a pretty cock. You didn't get to stare for much longer before he's whining.
"I want you, please, y/n?" Jisung whines, and you nod. Your hands go to his chest, pushing him to lay down on the ground, and his eyes go wide. "I want to ride you. That's okay, right?" You say softly, and he immediately nods, his tongue poking out quickly to lick his lips. You pull your pants and underwear off and line yourself up with him before sinking down slowly. Another moan comes out of you, and a moan comes out of Jisung at the same time.
"You're so pretty," Jisung mumbles softly, only for you to hear. You let out a shaky breath, and your hands come beside Jisung. His hands find yours, and he gently guides them to his chest to help you balance. You rise up and sink back down on him, letting out a moan. Jisung lets out a sound between a whimper and a moan.
Jisung's hands roam your body as you softly bounce on him, pulling moan after moan out of him. Your hands find his for a second as you stop riding him, and he whines. You have his hands travel to your boobs so he can occupy his hands. Jisung thinks he could cum right now if you told him to, but he doesn't say anything. Instead, he softly kneads your boobs as your hands go back to his chest.
"Look at this. You're going to make him cum without even riding him anymore. Poor Jisungie. Thought you wanted this?" Minho tsks after his own words, and Jisung thinks he's going to cry. Not just from Minho's harsh words but Minho's words and how tight you were around him.
"Wanted this. So much. Just. Tight. She's so tight. I think I'm going to explode, Min," Jisung says, struggling to get the words out with the fog that's in his brain.
You start bouncing on him once again, but this time, your mouth meets his, and you swallow the loud moans coming out of his mouth. Your own moans are swallowed by him as you make out with him. You can feel the knot in your stomach starting to rise and bounce slightly faster as your tongue goes inside his mouth.
Jisung's hands make their way down to your hips. He gently flips you over so now you're on your back and starts fucking into you harder and faster. More whimpers and silent pleas fall from his mouth. Jisung was desperate for his release at this point but he had to hold on until you came. Luckily it didn't take much longer and with a few more thrusts, you're cumming around him.
Your eyes roll back and you swear that you see stars before you're coming back down. You feel Jisung's head on your neck still whimpering your name, and you know you're overstimulated yet can't help but let him continue to fuck into you. You think you might pass out if he doesn't cum soon. "Let me cum, please. I can cum right? I've been so good," Jisung whines into your neck. "Go ahead, Sungie, cum. You've been so good. You can cum," you say, and that's all it takes for him to cum inside you. Jisung stays still whimpering into your neck and practically shaking.
Luckily, after about a minute, he seems to come down from his high. Jisung doesn't move his head from your neck, instead pressing a few lazy kisses against it. Your hand goes to his hair, and you softly run your fingers through his hair.
Your eyes meet Chan's, and you swear his eyes are filled with complete love. Minho looks at you both with complete adoration but then looks over at Chan, who hasn't stopped looking away. Minho's eyes are once again filled with lust.
Minho doesn't take long, though, and he quickly has Chan pinned to the couch. Chan's eyes are wide for a second, but then a smirk is on his face. "You're so cute sometimes, Min." Minho ignores his comment, rolling his hips on Chan, earning a groan.
"Bad kitty," Minho smirks at Chan's words and grinds down on Chan once again, earning a moan from the dark-haired guy under him. Chan glares at him, and it doesn't take Chan long to flip Minho over, now pinning him to the couch. "Such a bad kitty. Trying to take charge. You told Ji you wanted to fuck me? Pretty kitty. Ji told me how much he wanted to see me fuck you, though. Might as well give him what he wants, right?"
Chan holds Minho down on the couch with one hand and makes quick work of his clothes. Minho looks away, embarrassed when Chan starts staring at his cock. Chan's hand that isn't pinning Minho down goes to his face, making him look at him. "Pretty kitty with a pretty cock," Chan mumbles, and Minho seems to get even more embarrassed.
Chan's hand goes back to Minho's cock, giving it an experimental stroke. Minho lets out a whimper, and Chan can't help but smile. Chan starts slowly stroking Minho, earning more moans and whimpers. "Hear that, Ji? Pretty kitty is moaning," Chan says, and Minho lets out another whimper, falling apart because of Chan. Jisung and you can't help but watch, mesmerized by it.
"I can fuck you, right? Make my pretty kitty cum all over himself?" Chan asks Minho, who nods, clearly desperate. Chan luckily takes his nod as an answer and lets go of Minho's cock. Chan carefully flips Minho over.
"Ass up," Chan says, and Minho surprisingly listens. Chan thinks he might cum right then and there. Minho's back is arched deliciously, and Chan can't help but rub his back, sending chills down Minho's spine.
"Haven't ever been fucked before, kitty?" Chan asks, and Minho says nothing, burying his face in the couch, mumbling. "Speak up, kitty." Minho finally lifts his head. "No. Just fuck me already, Chan," Minho says, his voice angry, trying to cover his embarrassment. "Aww, poor kitty. So used to taking care of others. Going to let me take care of you?" Chan rubs circles onto Minho's hips.
"If you don't fuck me right now, Chan, I swear to go-" Minho is cut off by Chan, who pushes a finger inside of him. "So fucking needy and desperate. Got to prep you," Chan says, fucking Minho open slowly. Minho's head is thrown back, and his back arches even more. Moan after moan comes out of Minho, and Chan adds a second finger.
"Such a good kitty. Taking my fingers so I can prep you for my cock," Chan says, praising him as he continues working him open. You swear you could cum again at the sight alone, but you were already tired from the two orgasms you had previously. It doesn't take long before Chan is adding another finger, and you watch as Minho lets out more moans. "G-going to cum, Channie. Please let me cum," Minho pleads with Chan, but he pulls his fingers out of his ass.
"No, no, no. Channie. Why'd you do that? I was- I was so close," Minho pleads with him, and you swear you think he's going to cry. "Wanna watch you cum on my cock. Fall apart so beautifully," Chan wishes he had a condom right now, but he knew Minho would probably start crying soon if he didn't get his cock. Minho whines, feeling empty, and Chan swears he hears him sniffle.
"Don't cry, kitty. Going to fuck you dumb," Chan says softly and brings his hand to Minho's hips, guiding himself into Minho, earning more moans. Minho swears under his breath as Chan slides into him. Chan leans over Minho's body, bottoming out finally. Minho takes a deep breath.
"Tell me when you're ready for me to move," Chan plants a kiss on Minho's shoulder blade, and after a minute or two, he nods. Chan slowly pulls out and then pushes back into him. Minho's moans get louder and more high-pitched as Chan starts slowly fucking into him. Chan places another kiss on his shoulder blade, trying to calm Minho, who is almost shaking.
Minho's arms finally give out, forcing him to fall into the couch, muffling his moans. Chan wants to hear his moans, so he carefully pulls him up and decides to hold him up since he can't hold himself. Minho lets out whines, and Chan swears he's going to cum just listening to his moans.
Chan thrusts himself deeper into Minho, causing both of them to let out groans. Minho responds with a high-pitched whine, indicating that Chan has found his prostate. Eager to hear more of those sounds, Chan continues to pound into that spot. Sensing that Minho is close to climax, Chan pushes on.
In just three more thrusts, Minho climaxes all over the couch. Chan follows suit, still inside Minho. Fortunately, he regains his strength just in time, as he feels his arms about to give out, and he doesn't want to accidentally squish Minho against the couch. With the last of his energy, Chan manages to lift Minho and place him on his chest before his arms finally give out.
Deep breaths can be heard between them. Minho's head lays on Chan's chest, trying to still catch his breath from that earth-shattering orgasm. Chan rubs circles into Minho's back lazily as their breathing slows and their hearts feel like they're beating out of their chests. Eventually, they calm down, and Minho picks his head up. He expects anything but the expression on Chan's face.
Chan has a smile on his face. Minho frowns slightly. "Don't look at me like that," Minho says softly, and the smile doesn't leave Chan. "How am I looking at you, Min?" Chan says, as if he doesn't understand it, but you know he does. "Like how you were looking at them earlier. Like you're in love with me." Chan frowns now instead.
"Do you not want me to be?" Disappointment is dripping in his words. You swear you see your boyfriend's heart break. Minho looks at Jisung, who seems to be surprised, and you can tell sadness is in his eyes. "I thought you were in love with both of them too. It's okay if you aren't. I just thought that..." Jisung says sadly, trailing off.
Minho sighs softly. Minho looks at Chan once more. "I am. I'm head over heels for both of them. It scares me though." Minho looks down now at his hands that are shaking. Chan softly grabs Minho's hands, bringing them to his heart. "Don't be scared. I would never do anything to hurt you. I care about you both. Not just Jisung. Not just you. I care about both of you."
Minho doesn't meet his eyes yet. "It's not that. I'm not scared of you. I could never be scared of you," Minho says, and Chan softly grabs his chin, trying to get him to look at him.
"Could you tell me what you're scared of then?" Chan asks him, almost too softly. "There would be 4 of us if I do decide I want you all. What if I can't make time for all of you? What if someone gets jealous because I'm spending more time with someone else? What if we break up?" Chan's heart breaks at Minho's confession.
"Min? Could you look at me?" Chan asks softly. Minho finally looks at Chan, and he has tears threatening to spill.
"Those are so many what-ifs, sweetheart. We can't dwell on what-ifs, okay? We'll all make time with each other if that makes you feel better. We'll have mandatory date nights every Friday. Secondly, if we get jealous because we feel like you're not spending enough time with us, we'll come to you and tell you that. We're all adults, so we can do that. Lastly, we won't break up because we all love each other too much. If we feel like it's too much, we'll let everyone know," Chan says. That's when Minho starts crying and puts his head against Chan's chest. Chan looks at you and Jisung worriedly, as if he said something wrong.
"I hate you sometimes, Chan. I really do. What kind of boyfriend makes their boyfriend cry? Why do you have to be so sweet?" Minho says, hitting Chan's chest, and he winces but lets out a laugh.
"Boyfriend?" Chan says, and Minho looks up at Chan, trying to wipe the tears quickly. "Don't make me regret saying that. I'll take it back," Minho says, and Chan laughs.
"Of course I won't," Chan says, wrapping his arms around Minho. Chan places a kiss on Minho's head, who makes a face, and you and Jisung can't help but laugh.
"Oh hush. I don't want to hear anything from you both," Minho says, laying his head on Chan's chest, sending a playful glare at you both.
Jisung pouts. "You see how our boyfriend treats us. He doesn't really love us," Jisung says with a playful pout on his face.
"I do love you guys. You just are annoying," Minho says, and you shake your head. "I guess Ji was right. Our boyfriend really doesn't love us," you say with a pout just the same as Jisung's.
Minho goes to stand up and almost loses balance. Luckily, Chan catches him before he hits the ground and brings him into his chest. "Careful, love. I don't want you to hurt yourself." Minho pouts softly. "Fuck you, Chan. I can't even go kiss our boyfriend and girlfriend to show them I love them because you took away my ability to walk," Minho says, and Chan laughs.
"I haven't heard Y/N complain about not being able to walk," Chan says softly. Before you can speak up, Jisung does. "Yeah, because she was too busy complaining to me about it," Jisung says before hiding his face in your neck once more.
Chan just smirks in return. "That just means I'll have to see if you'll complain about it too," Chan says, and a small whine leaves Jisung.
"Y/N! He's threatening me," Jisung says with a whine. Minho just laughs. "I don't think you were complaining about that yesterday. Matter of fact, didn't you say-" Minho is quickly cut off by Jisung. "Well, look at that, I think it's time to go shower. Shouldn't we go shower?" Jisung says quickly standing up and helping you stand, yet you think your knees are going to give out. Jisung quickly lets you lean against him.
"Actually, thinking they should shower first," Jisung says, looking at Chan, who laughs with a nod. "Yeah, they probably should. A bath is probably better so they don't fall," Chan says jokingly, and Jisung laughs. They both lead you and Minho to the tub and turn on the water for you both to get in.
"Can I take back what I said about you being my boyfriend?" Minho says in reply to Chan's joke. "I agree. I think we should set up a group club dedicated to those who have been affected by his jokes," you say softly, and Jisung shakes his head.
"Neither of you get to do that. You both agreed to dating me, and now it's too late," Chan says, kissing Minho's head and then yours.
"How did you survive with this man?" Minho asks jokingly, and you shake your head. "I don't know."
"You know at least Jisung isn't trying to break up with me and make a club dedicated to my jokes," Chan says, looking at Jisung who smiles. "True, but if they asked me to join the club, I wouldn't say no. I mean, look at them. They're hot, Chan. They could get me to agree with anything," Jisung says, and Chan pouts.
"I've been betrayed by all my lovers in a span of minutes. What do I do now?" Chan says, and Jisung places a soft kiss on his lips.
"Learn to deal with it," Jisung whispers softly against his lips.
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Where's Your Clothes?
Pairing- San x Named Reader
Word count- 5.4k
Includes- Oral, pussy eating, blow job, deepthroating, cum eating, cock riding, missionary, dirty talk, squirting, multiple orgasms, fluff
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J POV
Getting out of my shower, I turn to the towel bar and frown
Fucking hell
I forgot to put new towels before my shower
That is if I even have any more
I've slacked on my laundry
It's just that it's so goddamn hot outside and I'd rather stay inside in my air condition apartment than go out
And that means pj's all day
I'm so thankful I chose being a teacher
Paid summers off and I get to slack off in my AC home, napping, TV show binging, reading, YouTube binging and whatever else I feel like doing
But being in PJs means laundry isn't getting full with clothes, the towels pile up and I forget all about it
I don't want to leave the bathroom because I'm soaking wet and the AC is gonna make me freeze
I have it on in my bedroom and my living room
My best friend San is coming over today to hang today and we switch between hanging in my room and the living room
And he will complain if he has to wait for either to get cool
I check the time on my phone, groaning
He's coming in like ten minutes
I have to brave the cold to get dressed before he comes
Opening the bathroom door, I sprint to the linen closet, the cool air from the living room making me shiver, goosebumps rising on my skin
When I look in the closet I sigh
No towels
Great
How am I supposed to dry my damn hair?
Fuck
Whatever
Scrolling on my phone, I walk to my bedroom, opening the door as I walk in
I close the door, look up and shriek, jumping back
"Where the fuck are your clothes?", San gapes from my bed at the same time I land on my foot wrong, fall backwards, my back and head hitting the door as I land on my ass
All while naked
Fucking perfect
"Shit, Jo are you ok?", San asks, running over to me
"When the fuck did you get here?", I ask, rubbing the back of my head, as his arms move around me, helping me up
"Like fifteen minutes ago", he says, "I used my key when you wouldn't answer the bell and I heard the shower running. I just didn't think you'd walk around with no clothes on"
Right
I'm naked
With his arms around me, holding me
I see in his eyes when he realizes the same thing, his arms moving away, his gaze looking down
"Fuck", he says as he gets an eye full of my boobs, then averts his gaze to the ceiling
I stand frozen not sure of what to do
His gaze flits back to my boobs, slowly moving down more, biting his bottom lip hard
My brain is screaming to move, put fucking clothes on but I can't make my body move
I don't know what spot his eyes are looking at, I just know he's looking at my skin intensely
Almost as if he's in a trance, his hand moves, his cool fingers running softly down my tattoo that runs from my ribs to my hip
My skin shivers where he touches and I'm not gonna lie, I'm a little turned on
His gaze moves to my sternum tattoo, his fingers following, tracing the lines slowly in barely there touches
I notice his breathing changes, becoming more labored with every piece of skin he touches
His other hand moves to my hip, trailing behind me and gently up my back, feeling good
I don't know what the fuck I'm doing
I should tell him to stop, move away from him but I can't
More than can't, I don't fucking want to
I want his hands on me, touching me
It's something I've longed for awhile
So I let him touch me, his hands moving around my boobs, squeezing softly then running up over my shoulders, down my back, over my hips
His hand moves to my lower stomach, then slowly slides up
"So soft", he murmurs, his hand now in-between my boobs
It's taking everything in me to keep standing up right
He leans forward and I wonder what he's going to do when his lips land on my collarbone, pressing a kiss into my skin
I breathe hard, warmth and tingles exploding on the skin under his lips
His lips move to another spot, then another, peppering kisses all over my chest, collarbones and neck
"Should I stop?", he murmurs
"No", I whimper
It's like now that I have his kisses, I need them
His kisses travel down, around my boob until he gets to my nipple
His tongue moves out of his mouth, licking across my nipple, a moan coming from my mouth as I feel it get hard
His tongue licks again and again, soft groans coming from him
He likes this too
It's a shock
Moving to my other nipple, he tugs it into his mouth, sucking softly while his fingers play with my other one
My pussy floods with juice, throbbing as he keeps going, turning me on so much
He plays with my boobs for a bit and I just stand there letting him
His mouth starts it's descent down my body again, this time his tongue licking my skin before he kisses it
Fuck me, who knew San could be this soft?
When he gets to my belly button, he bites on my ring, tugging it softly then giving another kiss
He moves dangerously lower, his hands following the downward path on my back
He kneels as he goes down, his hands now squeezing my ass, his mouth kissing right above my pussy
And fuck I need him
When he's right in front of my pussy, I push my hips forward just as he leans forward, his tongue licking my clit, pleasure running up my spine, a moan escaping
He sucks my clit in his mouth, tugging and playing, my pussy even more soaked
"Fuck", I whimper, my legs shaking as he sucks on me, his hands kneading my booty and pushing me forward more, keeping me right against his mouth, my hands on his shoulder and in his hair, holding on to stay upright
He switches to circling my clit with the tip of his tongue, the pleasure insane
I had no idea San knew how to eat pussy
I don't see him much because he's an idol and we don't really talk about our sex lives
So all this is a surprise to me
"Mmm so good", he murmurs, "Pretty little throbbing clit, love it in my mouth"
That's so fucking hot
His tongue swipes a few more times, then he's back to sucking, my fingers twisting in his hair from the intense bliss
His eyes look up at me, watching me watch him, not tearing his gaze from mine
Goddamn, this is so fucking erotic
Her slurps on my clit repeatedly, making sure his tongue is right against my bump, licking at the same time
It's all so much and I'm right there
He slurps once more and I fall over the edge right into an amazing orgasm
"San", I whimper, his eyes never moving from my face as he sucks as fast as he can, pleasure running through ever nerve, getting me through it
I pull his hair, holding him against my cunt until I finish
When I do, he kisses my clit once, then stands, his face a mess of juice and cum, making me blush
He takes my hand, leading me to my bed
I sit at the edge and he gently pushes me back, opening my legs slowly
He moans, getting back down on his knees, his tongue licking right up my pussy
"Sannie", I cry, my body arching as he keeps sliding his tongue up
"So fucking good", he murmurs, "You taste so good. Sweet cream. Better than I thought you'd be"
Wait what?
What did he- oh god
All thoughts leave my head as his tongue buries in my cunt, swirling everywhere, touching all the right places
"Yes Sannie", I moan
His tongue dips into my hole, wiggling in, making me gasp out in bliss
So good, so fucking good
He gently fucks his tongue into me, making sure he gets as much as he can inside, swiping in my pussy before he pulls out again
God, I never had this much pleasure from a tongue before
My hips move on their own, grinding into his face, his tongue not stopping
"Mm yeah baby", he whimpers between thrusts, "Fuck my face. God, you're fucking perfect"
Yeah right
No way
He's perfect
I'd argue but I'm in too much pleasure to speak
His hands hold my legs open, gripping hard on my thighs as he eats my cunt fucking perfectly
His tongue slips up, playing with my clit, his two fingers sliding in my cunt at the same time and I clench around them hard
"Yeah baby", he praises, moving his fingers in and out, his mouth sucking on my clit again, upping the pleasure
My hips still move on their own, fucking his fingers, taking them deeper
His fingers rub against a spot inside me that has me gasping and crying out, my body shivering
"Found it baby", he says, his fingers pressing and rubbing my spot
I feel another orgasm building and I'm shocked I'm gonna cum again
Normally once is enough or it'll take awhile
His fingers pound in and out and he murmurs against my clit, "Cum against my face baby. All over my fingers. Lemme swallow your sweet cream"
He sucks once more, his fingers pressing my spot and I lose it, bliss blinding me, my body shaking hard as I cum, shouting his name
My body arches as his fingers pull out, his tongue replacing them
I clench down hard on his tongue, the beautiful moan he lets out bouncing in my brain, adding to the pleasure
His tongue moves in and out as he swallows, the pleasure slowly tapering off as I finish
He gives me one long lick, then presses a kiss to my pussy, sitting back on his knees
I struggle to sit up, looking down at him in amazement
He meets my gaze, a small smile on his lips
I don't think, moving to the floor and kneeling in front of him
Moving my hand to his face, I softly stroke his skin, finally able to feel how soft it is under my fingers
His head leans into my touch, lips pressing a kiss to my palm, his eyes still on mine
There are a swirl of emotions in his eyes that I can't place right now but I also see want in them
And I want him
I move my hands to the hem of his shirt, pulling it slowly up his body, giving him time to stop me
But he does the opposite, eagerly helping me like he can't wait to get out of his clothes
The shirt is tossed away and I'm left with the San from the music videos
The hard muscular chest, the fucking abs, the muscley arms
I place my hands on his chest, the power and strength in him like a tangible thing
I slowly trail my hands down his body, feeling every muscle, his skin so soft, so perfect
I touch his abs, running my fingers over them, a look of pleasure on his beautiful face, his teeth biting his bottom lip
Moving my hands around his wrists, I trail up his arms to his shoulders then slip on his back
Leaning forward I kiss his chest again and again, soft whimpers coming from him, my fingers trailing up and down his back at the same time
His skin is baby soft, smooth, perfect
I kiss everywhere on his chest, then move to his shoulders, just wanting to kiss him absolutely everywhere
Placing my hands on either side of his neck, I move them up, cupping his face, his eyes moving to mine
I run my thumb over his lip and I can't stop myself
I lean forward, my lips against his in a world altering kiss
The floor tilts under me, butterflies burst in my stomach, my head dizzy and in the clouds
It's so much more than I expected, blowing me away
We move our mouths at the same time, our tongues against each other's, deepening the kiss
I'm on cloud fucking nine, wanting nothing more than to kiss him forever
I slide my arms around his neck, my fingers sliding in his silky black hair, his arms moving around my waist, pulling me against him
He turns us, laying me on the carpet, his lips never leaving mine as he moves on top of me
I fall into his kiss, never wanting to stop
This is the best kiss of my life
And my best friend is giving it to me
I should be surprised but I'm not
Not with the way I feel for him
His hands move down my body, fingers igniting a fire in every cell he touches
My legs move around him as he presses himself against me, his dick hard under his sweatpants
Oh shit, I made him hard
Or well, doing this with me made him hard
Either way, I've never thought this would ever happen
He moves his hips as his tongue plays with mine, rubbing his hard cock against my pussy
I moan in his mouth, feeling so fucking good
He leans on his arm by my head, his other hand gripping my thigh hard, holding my leg against him as he rolls his hips into me
"Naekkeo", he whines, my heart soaring at the nickname, "Can I take my pants off baby? Please?"
I nod, moving my hands down, starting to push them and his boxers off
He moves on his knees then stands, pulling everything down and kicking them off
I get my first look at his cock and oh my god, it's so big
Holy shit
He moves back down on his knees, his mouth against mine as he goes on top of me again
His hard dick is right against my pussy, rubbing against me, making me more wet
Fuck, I just want him inside me but I'm not sure he wants that
There is something else I can do though
Breaking the kiss, I push him back gently, panic in his eyes
"I'm sor-", he starts
"Let me taste you Sannie", I tell him
His eyes widen in surprise, "You want..."
"To suck your dick Sannie", I assure him, moving my hand down, wrapping around his hard cock, stroking him slowly, "Will you let me?"
He nods slowly, almost like he doesn't believe I'm going to do it
"Lay back baby", I tell him, softly pushing him down on the carpet
I kiss his soft lips then move to his neck, pressing kiss after kiss, trailing them down his hot as fuck body
I get to his huge dick, kissing all around his base then licking slowly up
Fuck, his skin is so soft but he's so hard at the same time
Getting to his head, I waste no time in wrapping my mouth around it, sucking softly
"Oh god"
I look up at him, finding his gaze already on me, watching me suck his dick, the pleasure on his face so satisfying
I'm making him feel good
Hopefully he'll remember this
Moving my tongue by his slit, I lick up the cum he's leaking in my mouth, moaning at how good he tastes
Like really, cum shouldn't taste this good
I take as much of him in my mouth as I can at the moment, sucking harder, faster, wrapping my hand around the rest of his cock
I squeeze gently, then move my hand up and down as I move my mouth on him, his gorgeous sounds so fucking erotic
I breathe in through my nose, preparing myself
Letting go of his cock, I slide all the way down, gagging but getting him all in my throat
"Oh my fucking god", he pants, his chest rising and falling so rapidly
My throat spasms around him and I swallow on his length to try and get under control
I've deepthroated before, it just takes me a minute to get used to a cock in my throat
Once I feel like I'm steady, I start to bob up and down his shaft, taking him all the way in again and again
His dick is so thick, stretching my mouth wide but he really does feel so good in my throat
"Baby, fuck. You're mouth", he pants, "So good. Fuck"
I smirk because yeah, I'm good at blow jobs
And I already like sucking his dick way too much
Bobbing up and down, I bottom him out each time, tears in my eyes, spit everywhere, the taste of his leaking cum taking over
Swallowing on his entire shaft has him yelling out in pleasure and I continue to do it when I have him all in my throat again and again
His cock throbs hard in my mouth and I think he's gonna cum
"Baby please", he begs, pulling me off his dick suddenly
Why?
Did I do something wrong?
Was it not good?
Why did he stop?
His fingers brush against my cheek, my gaze meeting his
"I...I think I need to be in your pussy. Can I?", he asks quietly
He what?
"Please?", he repeats and it hits me that he wants to have sex
With me
Oh my god, yes
"You can baby", I answer, nodding
He pulls me into his lap and I go willingly, straddling him
"Can you ride me?", he asks, his brown eyes gazing pleadingly at me, "Like you rode Yeosang and Wooyoung?"
I stare at him in shock
How the fuck does he know I slept with them?
I didn't tell anyone
It was once each
And it just happened
Yeosang happened during a practice break and Wooyoung happened when I was waiting for San to get back from the gym
It was nothing, just some fun
"They told me Jo", he says, softly, "They...they told me all about it. What you did with them. I...I want you to be like that with me. Want me like you wanted them"
I do want him like that
He's the only one I ever wanted
My whole life, it's only been him
"Can you?"
I nod, "Yeah Sannie"
I kiss him with him eagerly kissing me back as I gently push him back down on the carpet, going with him
Breaking the kiss, I run my fingers from his chest down to his abs, feeling his skin tremble and move under my touch
I like that a lot
Moving in his lap, I watch him watch me move his big dick under me, his breathing getting harder
Sitting down on him, I slide his head inside me, my pussy immediately clenching around him
"Fff .. fuck", he murmurs
Leaning back on his legs, I sink down on more of him, his cock so thick, stretching me wide open
Fuck me, he's massive
I wiggle my hips as I slide him in inch by inch, the feel of his cock gliding inside so fucking pleasurable
"Sannie, oh fuck baby", I moan, drenching his cock with every slip down
"Yes naekkeo yes. Feels so good, fuck", he murmurs, his eyes on my pussy taking his dick, "Pretty pussy opening for me. Fuck so good"
"How much more?", I moan
It feels like he's all the way in my stomach but if there's more, I can take all of him
I want to take all of him
"A little more baby", he pants
I nod, moving his hands to my hips
"Help me Sannie"
He nods, pushing me down his length, going in so much deeper
"All of you baby", I whimper, "Want all of you"
"Yeah naekkeo", he murmurs, stopping his movements, "There baby. All of me"
I clench down around him involuntarily, feeling him inside me, feeling him fill me to the brim
Feels so satisfying
"Fuck, you're pussy looks so good on my cock", he praises as I move my hips, rocking on him, his fat head rubbing my spot, "Fuck, wanted this pussy for a long time"
Wait what?
I look down at him in surprise but he's looking at my pussy around him
"Wanted to see how those pretty lips looked around my cock. Beautiful baby"
I raise my eyebrow in shock
He thought about us before?
He wanted me like this before?
When?
How?
"Fuck Jo, you look so pretty on my dick", he murmurs, his hands slowly sliding up my body, "So perfect, like you belong here, on top of me"
My head is spinning, dumbfounded at what he's saying
And wondering if he even realizes what he's saying
Or if it's just in the moment
"Ride me naekkeo"
"Yeah Sannie", I answer, pushing everything he said away
I can't obsess about it now
I'm finally with him and I'm going to make the most of it
Leaning on his stomach, I start moving, small bounces first to get used to him
"Oh fuck", he moans, "Fuck, so good"
He's right, it is so good
"You can cream my cock for me?", he asks as I slide slowly up and down his cock, "Please? Cream my cock baby, I know you can do it"
"Mmm", I moan, his cock hitting all the right places, head against my spot, feeling so fucking good
Best cock I've been on
"I know you can naekkeo. I heard Yeosang and Wooyoung talk about your pussy. How good you creamed them. You can do that for me?"
"Yes", I moan, moving faster on him
Every bounce I move further up his dick, bottoming him out until I slip all the way up to his head
"Down baby, please", he groans as my cunt squeezes his head
Dropping down, I take him all in one shot, his head slamming into my spot, stars blasting in my vision as bliss hits me hard
Oh my fucking god
"There we go", he murmurs, "So pretty"
I keep sliding up and down his length, my legs burning but fuck if I'm gonna stop
"Good girl. So much cream, your pussy is pouring it out. So pretty all over me"
"Uh-huh", I murmur, riding him harder
"The guys said it took you awhile for you to cream them like this. They had to work for it", he says, his eyes solely on my pussy swallowing his cock, "You're already creaming my cock so much baby. Do you like my cock better than theirs?"
"Yes", I pant
His cock is so big I can feel every inch drag out of me, then every inch spreading me open again, his head hitting my spot each time, sending shivers of pleasure through every cell of my body
His cock is better, hands down
"Does my cock feel better?", he asks, his hips lifting slowly as I come down, shoving himself in deeper than before
I can't, it's fucking amazing
I nod, taking his perfect cock inside me over and over, my mind starting to turn off
All I can feel is San
His dick inside me, his hands gripping my hips so hard, his sweaty but soft skin under my hands
He's taking over me and I'm letting him
"Don't you wish you creamed and rode my dick first?"
"Yes! Yes baby!", I shout, so fucking close, my entire body shaking
A few more bounces is all it takes, my body exploding in ecstasy as an all consuming orgasm wracks my body
"San!", I scream, "San! San!"
My brain shuts off, intense pleasure flowing everywhere and I know I'm squirting all over him
"Fuck, yes! Yes baby! Fuck don't stop", he cries, "Please naekkeo. It feels so fucking good, don't stop"
I can't even if I wanted to
Which I don't
The pleasure leaves my body slowly, shivers running through me as I come back to my senses
When I do, San is smiling so widely at me and I feel my face heat up
"That was so hot baby", he says, gleefully
I lower my gaze to his body, finding him completely drenched
His lap, his stomach, even some of his chest is soaking wet with squirt
"Sss....sorry you're all wet"
He raises his eyebrow as he sits up
"What? Don't be sorry baby. I loved it"
"You did?"
He nods, "Yeah. It was so hot. And you....you looked so beautiful coming on me. It's something I wanted to see for a long time"
Before I can even say anything, he pulls me to him, his lips against mine
I kiss him back immediately, his arms wrapping around me as mine move around his neck
He moves so he's sitting against my bed, his hands running up and down my back, his fingers heating every nerve inside my body
My hips move on their own, grinding and rocking on his hard cock still buried inside me
"Mmm naekkeo. Keep going baby", he murmurs, moving his kisses to my neck, "Love my cock this much huh?"
"Yes", I admit, trembling from his head rubbing my spot over and over
"Should of been on my dick first. Bad girl"
"Yeah", I agree
I should of
His hand touches my chin, making me look at him
"I forgive you for letting other cocks in here before me", he says, smirking, "But from now on this creamy pussy is mine"
My eyes widen at his words, wondering what they could possibly mean
Is he...saying he wants to keep sleeping with me?
"This pussy takes my cock only. Creams my cock only. Squirts on my cock only. Cums around my cock and no one else's. Understand?"
"Yes", I nod, shocked he's saying this and even more dumbfounded that he sounds like he means it
His hand moves down between us, his thumb pressing onto my clit and rubbing softly
Pleasure blasts in my brain and body, my hips automatically grinding faster on him
"My mouth is the only one who can eat your pussy. Suck on your clit. Swallow your cum. Drink your squirt"
I can't answer, the intense look on his face as he says these words adding to everything I'm feeling
"My fingers are the only ones allowed in your pussy. The only ones who can play with your little throbbing clit"
I nod, moaning softly
"If anyone asks, you tell them this is San's pussy. Understand?"
"Yes", I cry, my legs shaking hard around him, "Your pussy"
"Who's?"
"Yours!"
"What's my name?"
"San!", I cry, my orgasm washing over me, clenching repeatedly around his rock hard cock, bliss taking over, "San! San's pussy. Only San's"
"Good girl", he grunts, his fingers rubbing me through my orgasm
When it's over, I slump against him, his chuckle washing over me
"Aww naekkeo. I'm not done with you yet baby"
Holding me to him, he stands up, laying me on my bed
He moves on top of me, my legs wrapping around him on their own
His cock slides back inside, the pleasure making me arch off the bed, moaning until he bottoms out
My pussy takes him easily, gripping him hard, keeping him inside, pulsing around him
"Fuck", he murmurs, pleasure all over his face, "My perfect baby"
His arms slips around my waist, holding me against him as he starts moving
"I'm yours naekkeo", he tells me, "I promise my cock is only for your cunt. Fucks only your cunt. Cums inside your pussy only"
"Yeah baby", I nod, wanting that more than anything
Wanting him to just be mine
He keeps a slow steady pace, spreading me open so pleasurably on his cock, driving himself deep inside, his pelvis rubbing against my clit
His lips press kisses all over my skin, his free hand softly groping my boobs, playing with my nipples, sending even more ecstasy into my body
"Please baby, can your mouth be just for my cock too? Can you only suck my cock from now on, swallow my cum from now on?", he asks
"Yes Sannie. Yes", I promise him, keeping one hand on his back, the other on his side, feeling his muscles move as he fucks me
God, that's so fucking erotic and I love it
"And you're pretty hands are for my cock too? Only to be wrapped around me?", he pleads, "Only touch me?"
"Yes Sannie, only you"
He groans into my neck, thrusting just a touch faster
My hips have a mind of their own, moving with him, meeting his thrusts, making the bliss even more intense
"Can...can your lips only kiss me? Please naekkeo, I want your kisses to be only for me. Please?"
"Is...is that what you want?", I ask through the pleasure, wondering if he realizes what he's saying
"Yes. Fuck yes"
"Then yes Sannie. My kisses are only for you"
He lifts his head from my neck, looking down at me with an expression I can't place, "Are you mine? My girl? My Jo? My naekkeo? My girlfriend? Only mine?"
Is he...asking me to be his?
Like romantically?
Is he being serious?
"Yes", I answer
Of course it's yes
It wouldn't never be anything but yes
And even if it's just an in the moment thing, it's always yes
"Are you my one and only Sannie?", I ask nervously, hoping this is real, "My boyfriend. My baby? You're the idol who can have anyone you want"
He shakes his head, "You're the only one I want Jo. The only one for me. You"
His hand moves to my face, fingers softly stroking my cheek
"I love you", he says, gazing in my eyes
His words slam into my head, shock taking over
"Fuck Jo, I love you so much", he confessed, "I've been waiting for you for so long naekkeo"
Oh my god
He loves me
Happiness pounds into my body and I can't help the smile that bursts on my face
"I love you Sannie", I tell him, "I love you more than anything. You're mine"
He smiles as he nods, his adorable dimples on display, "I am. I am baby. All yours"
I pull him to me, our lips crashing against each other's in a passionate wild kiss
We cling onto each other, kissing desperately as we resume moving together, bliss roaring back in my body
"I love you", I tell him between kisses, moving my hips to meet him, taking his cock deep inside, feeling the pleasure of his head against my spot
"I love you", he murmurs, "I love you"
He moves faster, plunging inside, my pussy clenching him, soaking him, feeling him throb hard
"San", I moan, right there
He slams into my pussy hard, both of us screaming each other's names against our lips as we both cum
Stars blast in my eyes, my body wracked in ecstasy against his
His hands grip me tightly, holding me to him as his warm cum shoots inside my pussy
My cunt latches onto him, milking him for all of his cum
I want it all, the feeling of him filling me so fucking satisfying
"Yes Sannie", I cry, "All your cum baby. Give me all of it"
It takes awhile but when the pleasure finally tapers off, we're both breathing hard, melting against each other
"Mine", he whispers, "My naekkeo"
"Yours Sannie", I agree, "Always yours"
His eyes meet mine and I hold back a gasp at the love I see in them
He really does love me
It wasn't an in the moment thing
He really feels this way
His hand moves in my hair, running through the strands, his eyes on mine, a soft smile on his face
"I love you"
"I love you San"
He pulls me to him, kissing me softly
When the kiss ends, he smiles, "Can we cuddle? Nap maybe?"
That sounds absolutely perfect
"Yeah baby. Always"
Laying down in his arms, we settle in together, holding each other tightly
His fingers play in my hair while I softly rub mine up and down his side
His kisses the top of my hair, making me smile
As we snuggle together, I can't help but think that I'm so glad I never did my laundry
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pablitogavii · 2 months
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Can you do one where reader is feeling a little insecure abt her body (even tho it's perfect and she's stunning) and she says she wants to get a boob job or a bbl and gavi gets super dom and he gets a Lil aggressive saying no you don't need it (bc she is perfect) I think it would be soo cutee
Thank uuu<33
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You just kept scrolling social media looking at all these models with their plum breasts and perfect butts. It was incredibly depressing to look in the mirror afterwards ... you looked like a kid compared to all of them.
"Are you insane!? Do you know what the recovery is for a bbl!?" your best friend told you one day when you mentioned in at college. She thought you were completely insane but she didn't have to deal with everyone commenting on her look on the internet. Not to mention she wasn't dating a celebrity all girls in Spain want.
"I'm home, mi amor!" Pablo walked in exhausted from the training noticing that you were way too focused on your phone to notice his arrival.
"Aii nena, what got all your attention huh?" he asked and you quickly turned off your phone where you were searching different plastic surgeries available nearby.
"Uff nenita, should I be worried???" he said and you shut him up with a kiss telling him not to be ridiculous since it was obvious that you were head over heels in love with him ...but how long will he want to be with you looking like this???
A few days later, Rapha walked to Pablo during training and pulled him to the side. He had an interesting conversation with his wife who told him about your questions.
"She asked her where to get work done???" Pablo made sure he understood and Rapha nodded explaining that it's often that women get insecure even though they look divine in the eyes of their men.
"Don't attack her Pablo, just try and get her to tell you herself" Rapha advised and Pablo followed his words hoping you would soon open up about this with him.
"Amor, venga aqui please?" he said sitting on the bed one evening while you were still finishing up your skincare. You walked to him and he pulled you on his lap with a kiss.
"Can you wear that lingerie I got you in Paris? I miss seeing you in it nena..." he said and you felt a lump in your throat ...you breasts barely fill the cups and despite Pablo saying he loved how it looked on you, it made you feel insecure.
"No ... amm... it's okay ...maybe another night Pablito" you tried avoiding the situation at all costs but he wouldn't let go keeping you on his lap.
"Que pasa contigo mi amor? Talk to me ..." he said and you looked anywhere but his eyes because you wouldn't lie but you can't say the truth either because it's embarrassing right now.
"Please, let me go ...I'm tired Pablo" you said but he wouldn't budge. Ugh sometimes you really hated when he was stubborn like this.
"You know I think your body is sexy ..." he said not able to keep it to himself anymore. He needed you to know how much he admires you from afar.
"Que?" you were a little taken back. Pablo was never much of talker, especially about intimacy, he preferred to show it all.
"Your breasts me vuelven loco ...they fit perfectly in my hands like they were made for me ...and your perky butt is perfect to be spanked ...and you know how much I enjoy doing that when you're mala ...hmmm but I know you secretly love when I squeeze in like this" he spoke slowly and seductively while squeezing your ass roughly making you fight an urge to moan.
"Pablito ..." you whisper and he kept his hands there for while until moving to hold your face and make you look in his eyes. He kissed you passionately and a little agressivly as well like he needed to to feel all his words in action.
"Listen to me, mi amor ...go put on that lingerie and let me enjoy what's mine" he said slowly releasing your hold and you jumped off quickly but still refusing to do what he said or talk about it.
When he saw you pull out your regular pajamas instead, he walked to the wardrobe and sat int he corner sofa.
"Don't be mala, nenita mia. Do what papi said!" he said sternly and you gulped looking at the lingerie in the box while signing.
"I want to get plastic surgery, Pablo!" you yelled it out and he sighed grabbing your hand rather roughly and pulling you to sit on his lap. You were once again trapped there and couldn't move.
"Now you listen to me, nena ...you are perfect and you don't need to get anything done! I don't want my things touched by anyone else or ruined with plastic surgery! I want you as you are ...perfect and mine" he spoke sternly and you held onto every word. There was no arguing with Pablo when he got dominant like this ...fuck you were also turned on so you decided to push your limits.
"But wouldn't you like if they were a little bigger Pablito???" you took his hand and placed it on your breast and he squeezed looking at your mouth longingly. You could feel underneath your butt that he was just as turned on as you.
"Dios ... they're perfect. Don't do it amor...por favor" he said helplessly at the end and you smiled kissing him passionately while he carried you to bed.
"Do you really like me like this Pablo?" you ask after a heated makeout session as both of you discarded your clothes on the floor enjoying every intimate moment.
"I don't only like you nena ...I love you just the way your are ...natural, divine and all mine. Si? Dime eso" he whispered into your ear kissing your weak spot leaving his famous marks all over your neck as you moaned.
"aaahh all yours Pablito ..." you half moaned and he smirked nodding his head while kissing you all over.
"Promise me you won't touch anything?" he said while resting between your thighs knowing how desperately you needed him.
"Porfavor ..." you begged hating being teased
"Promise me or I won't give it to you nena" he smirked knowing he is winning this battle.
"I promise Pablo! I won't do anything! Please give it to me!" you were yelling on top of your lungs and he was very proud of you in that moment. He will spend this night and the rest of his life showing you just how perfect you are for him ...just the way you are ❤️❤️❤️
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marksbear · 1 year
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hate sex with patrick bateman? perhaps 🤔
patrick hating reader for being "better" than him (contemplates killing him), they fuck, patrick turns into a desperate mess
i <3 seeing these cocky "alpha males" turn into whiny desperate sluts <33
Anon we both think like great request my friend! Cocky men becoming a slut is one of the things I live for. And sorry for taking so long I fell asleep writing this
Warnings! SMUT, brat taming, teasing, talking about killing, about to kill, Patrick is a asshole, swearing
PATRICK BATEMAN X MALE READER
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"Hey did y'all hear that Y/n got another big promotion?"
"Oh my fucking God." Patrick thinks to himself. He feels like hes gonna puke if he hears your name being mentioned one more time.
"Yeah! The man is gonna have it all. He already has the women dropping to his feet and the bosses practically worshiping the man." The guy next to him says causing Bateman to clench his fist.
He never met Y/n personally but he has to hear about him all day long. "Y/n this. Y/n that. Y/n.y/n. Y/n." Patrick says mentally feeling a headache coming from hearing about the things he did.
"What about you Bateman. What do you think about L/n?" All of the men's heads turning around giving Patrick their full attention.
"That hes a annoying son of a bitch. And he makes me wanna kill him with my bare fucking hands. And he's a waste of space in this damn earth"
Well of course he didn't say that but he only imagined he did and says this instead.
"I never met him, but he seems like a great guy." Patrick gives them a short lie making them all pleased. "You never met him!?! That truly can't work. How about I schedule a dinner for you both to meet?" One of the men offers his co-worker.
"Yes, for I can finally kill him." "Sounds good how about tonight?" Patrick says instead of his first thought. The co-worker gets the phone calling up Y/n so Bateman can hear. "Hey L/n, are you busy tonight? I have someone you should meet. You are great! I know you're gonna like him. Meet at the restaurant where I always take you. Okay bye."
"I just changed your life for ever Bateman! Get ready to meet the greatest man in your lie."
TIMESKIP
Patrick arrived before Y/n checking his watch impatiently and slightly annoyed.
"You're here early."
Patrick looks up at the figure that he's guessing is Y/n.
"Fuck hes handsome. And he looks sharp wearing a suit that hasn't even gotten released yet. Y/n looks exactly like hes described from the stories he heard. Why the fuck does he look better than me!?!"
Bateman rambles in his mind and sticks his hand out. "Patrick Bateman."
"Bateman? I heard of you. And seen you around at work a lot just never made an effort to go up and talk to you. Y/n L/n nice to meet you." Y/n says with a smile and takes a hold of Patrick's hand giving it a tight shake.
The dinner was far from quiet. Y/n almost had every single conversation starter under his sleeve. Some sparked a short topic and some sparked a long conversation and some even started a debate or an argument.
"Hey L/n it's getting late. How about we continue this in my place?"
"Good idea Patrick. How about I pay?"
Right when Patrick opens his mouth about to argue about how Y/n doesn't need to pay Y/n hands the waiter his card.
TIMESKIP AT PATRICK'S PLACE
As soon as the two step inside the place Y/n pins Patrick on the wall by the front door. "Patrick. Tell me what do you want from me? Because I know you hate me. I know we were not friends, so why invite me here?"
Y/n backs away from Patrick slowly with a smirk on his face before heading into the living room. "You think you're better than me don't you Y/n?" Patrick says in his mind before quickly follows after the man. Patrick stops in tracks fighting with himself mentally just to get his axe and drive it through the other man skull.
Patrick snaps himself out of his thoughts and goes to the living room. "Nice place you got Patrick." Y/n says looking outside through the window watching cars and other things. Patrick finds a knife and walks up to Y/n slowly raising it.
Y/n turns his head around slowly and Patrick throws the knife somewhere else becoming nervous. "For a man who hates me you sure do love being close." Y/n puts his hands on Patrick's hips bringing him closer.
"Tell me Patrick. Do you love being close to me?" Y/n uses his right hand to bring it to Patrick's chin then uses his thumb caressing Patrick's bottom lip.
Patrick hated you. He hated how you talk, how you walk and even how you breathe. He hated you with his life. But now why is he acting like this, His body became putty by your touch. The way you look down at him, the grip you have on his hip, your hand on his chin and your thumb lazily on his lip.
What are you doing to him?
Patrick gives Y/n a weak nod as an answer to his past question. "Use your words." Y/n smirks moving his thumb off of Patrick's lip and back to his chin. "Yes." "Good boy Bateman."
Y/n pushes Bateman away from him and walks around looking for the bedroom. Patrick quickly picks up the knife from the floor and follows after Y/n.
Y/n stops in the hallway turning around at Patrick staring at him like a predator like hes taunting Patrick to come closer to him. Patrick clenches his jaw tightly setting the knife on the nearest flat surface. Patrick's blood boils and his veins pop once he's the smirk on Y/n face.
"After you Patrick." Y/n opens the bedroom door inviting Patrick in. Slowly Patrick walks into the bedroom already knowing where this is leading. Y/n shuts the door after he goes inside walking up behind Patrick. Y/n takes off his shoes and socks then takes off his suit jacket. Patrick watches the men take his clothes off.
"Can you just strip and stop being a brat." Y/n says catching Patrick a bit off guard.
Patrick takes off his clothes and shoes. After hes done Y/n attacks his lips with his own.
The kisses are rough and a bit painful because Patrick refuses to be the submissive one. Y/n groans in annoyance and tackles Patrick on the bed so hes under him. Patrick tries to push Y/n off of him but fails just ending up scratching his arms. "You're such a brat Patrick." Y/n says pulling away from the harsh makeout,
"What? You don't like underneath a man like me? Well you better get used to it." Y/n laughs at Patrick before using one of his hands going down to Patrick's cock.
"You're already hard? Wow and the only things we did were just kiss." Y/n doesn't waste anytime jerking off Patrick. "Fuck! L/n s-stop touching me!" Patrick tries to contain his moans but some fall out. "Ohh~l-let me go! fuck!"
Y/n hand doesn't slow down anytime soon he even goes faster up and down every time Patrick begs.
After a while Y/n stops moving his hand with a smirk on his face. Patrick doesn't even notice Y/n's hand not moving and raising his hips up and down into Y/n hand. Y/n lets go of Patrick cock and puts two fingers on Patrick's lip."Suck them."
Patrick didn't want to. At first he bit them because he didn't want to look weak and desperate. Y/n watched him bite his fingers and let out a sigh. "If you keep acting like this i'll just fuck you dry and you get no prep." Y/n warns Patrick but lets out another sigh when Patrick tries to flip him over.
"I warned you Patrick. Now your just getting me fucking irritated." Y/n flips Patrick over so his belly and chest are on the bed but Y/n holds Patrick ass in the air.
Y/n spits a few times on Patrick hole making him mad. "Stop spitting on me Y/n! You're a dirty disgusting bastard!" "Don't you fucking dare put that disgusting cock inside of me---- fuck~" Patrick insult was cut of by his own moan once he felt Y/n cock pushing inside him. "Oh!~ fu-- oh gOD~" Patrick holds the sheets tightly as he feels Y/n moving inside him. "Ju-just shove it in already!~ please just gi--vie me your cock." Y/n decided to be nice and answer Patrick begs by thrusting his cock fully inside him.
Patrick lets out breathy moans feeling Y/n cock go up and down inside of him. "Fa-faster! fuck me faster Y/n!" Patrick hates himself for begging but god Y/n felt too good inside of him he couldn't help it. Y/n snaps his hips into Patrick at a face pace abusing his hole like he was a toy.
Patrick sneaks his hand down to his cock jerking himself off as hes getting fucked.
Y/n take Patrick's arm harshly holding it above his own head pinning his hand down. "Sluts like you aren't allowed to touch themselves without permission" Y/n thrust became aggressive using his free hand to Patrick hair.
Patrick feels Y/n cock twitch inside him and he panics. "No no no! Don't cUm~ inside of me! fu-fuck no!" Patrick's own cock twitches from imagining Y/n cumming inside of him but his mind feels disgusted at the thought.
Y/n thrust quickness searching for Patrick prostate. "Shi~ FuCk oh fuuck~! agaIn hit it again!~ more more please." Patrick screams into the sheets when he feels Y/n cock push against his prostate.
Y/n hits that spot over and over again until Patrick cock is twitching rapidly and aching precum leaking out of the tip. Patrick feels the knot in his stomach become tight and moans words and sentences that don't even make sense. "I'm cumming! fu-fuck i'm cumming! ahhHh!~" Patrick cums hard on the sheets and his head is in full bliss not even feeling Y/n hot cum inside him.
After Patrick gets out of his high he feels something hot and sticky leaking out of him and getting onto his thighs. "Y-you asshole! you dirty bastard I told you not to c-cum inside!" Patrick shouts.
Y/n laughs and says "I couldn't even pull out. Your slutty hole kept me inside~" Y/n teases letting go of Patrick's hand and hair putting both of his hands on Patrick's hips. Y/n snaps his hips deep inside Patrick causing him to yelp out. "fuck~ Y/n give it to me please! I-im your desperate slut please! keep fucking me until I pass out please! Fuck me like that slut I am!~"
"Fuck I hate you Y/n for making me like this!~" Patrick thinks feeling Y/n cock inside of him moving slowly.
"Be a good slut this time Patrick. Then I may let you suck my dick."
THE END
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moronkombat · 5 months
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Hi :) I hope you're doing well. I was hoping if you could write pregnancy and dad headcanons for my hubby, Kenshi. He is ideal father material. I doubt Kenshi could truly settle down with his past coming back to haunt him. My man would stress 24/7.
tw: pregnancy
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The pregnancy was unplanned and unexpected
Kenshi was not planning on have children anytime soon with all that is going on in his life
He always practiced safe sex or at least he thought he has but clearly it is not always foolproof
Your symptoms started quickly and you took a test immediately. The test, all the five after that didn't lie. You were pregnant
Telling Kenshi was difficult. Not only because of you nerves but because he is gone frequently. He isn't home when you find out nor is he home for the next couple following weeks
When he returns, Kenshi picks up on your nervousness rather quickly and he begins to pester you to tell him what's bothering you
He thinks you are so nervous because someone has threatened you or found out where you live but then you tell him you are pregnant and Kenshi loses all words
Standing there silently, he cannot move. He cannot speak. He cannot breath. Kenshi can only stand there and feel an emotion he cannot put the name to
It's only when he hears you crying does he act. He takes you into an embrace, cradling the crook of your neck as you cry
He is silent for awhile before he tells you that everything will be alright and that he will take of you and the baby
Kenshi wants to be there every moment of your pregnancy but you both know that is impossible but he still tries
While he may not be able to physically be there, he calls you frequently to check in on you. He will go through a great many burner phones in order to do so
He often worries about if you are on your feet too much, if you're getting enough to eat or if you are feeling sick. Kenshi wants nothing more than to be with you in those moments
To hold your hair back, as you suffer from the dreaded morning sickness or to rub your feet as they grow sore but it is not often he gets those opportunities
When he is home, you are not to lift a finger or be on your feet. He makes sure you are taken care of
He cooks all your meals and takes care of all the housework while he is home with you
Most of the time he cannot be there when you go to the doctor appointments but you often have him listen in over the phone
He is able to make it to one visit to the doctor and its when you find out the sex of the baby
Kenshi is happy with either sex and is mostly just wanting a healthy child and a heathy spouse
Things seem to be well but you enter labor early, about 2 weeks earlier than expected and you're rushed to the hospital
Kenshi is given word of your condition and, despite knowing he shouldn't, rushes to be with you
He doesn't care if someone sees him or if the Yakuza find out. All he cares about is being by your side when your child is born
It's a close call but he makes it and when he holds your baby in his arms, he actually sobs and drops to his knees. He's so happy and so full of love for this small and vulnerable infant
As a Father, he is largely off working and cannot be there often and he hates that
His office is full of pictures of you and your baby
He wants to know how the baby is doing and all the milestones they will go through so he calls and video chats as much as he can
You will put him on the phone with your baby and Kenshi talks to them so sweetly and loving
When Kenshi is home, he is constantly holding your baby. He just can't put them down and so he won't
He reads to them, plays with them and kisses them goodnight. At times he will fall asleep righting up against the crib where your baby is sleeping
Kenshi is a very affectionate father when he can be available but he is often not available for long periods of time
You make a scrapbook about Kenshi that you show and show to your child every day so that they may know him even if they cannot see him
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luvsturniolo · 4 months
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hey love :) idk if this makes sense at all but i think it'd be so cute if you wrote something about chris where the reader and him have been friends for only a year, but it's been a year of them obsessing over each other with out the other even knowing, and then maybe the reader is over at the triplets's house and she's really anxious cos she's worried chris doesn't feel the same way, and chris notices so he asks her what's wrong and she kinda like vents it all out while hugging him and he keeps running his hand through her hair and when she stops her rant of how much she loves him, he just kisses her as his response !!!!!!! like that's so chris :,)
ー ★ !! reciprocate
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pairing : chris x fem!reader
synopsis : after a year of being best friends , your feelings for chris have been changing. it’s not hard to recognize this feeling in your chest to be love. the only question in your mind is this : does he feels the same?
a/n : i jumped when i saw ur user like literally ilysm what ?? also i apologize for how long this took its literally been months
wc : 2.09k
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you aren't the type to be insecure in your relationships. but something about chris made you feel like you weren't enough.
he's just so insanely perfect in your eyes that you can't fathom the fact that he'd ever like you back. so you've decided to bury your feelings for him — since you deemed them as unrealistic anyway.
it's been an entire year of teasing and flirting with a guy that probably only sees you as a friend. but you can't help it! chris always talks to you in a flirty manner, how are you expected to just ignore his antics and hide your feelings!?
today marks one year of you guys being friends.
it's only been twelve months, but you honestly feel like you've known him for an eternity — which might sound dramatic, but it's true. chris has this aroma to him that makes you feel so safe and secure. he listens to you when you speak ; he laughs with you when you're joking ; he gives you space if you need it. he's just so perfect at reading your emotions and understanding how you feel that it's a shock you haven't been friends for a decade.
"do you think matt could pick me up?" you ask chris over the phone, flopping backward so you're laying flat on your back. "i want to hang out at your house. mine is boring."
chris laughs at you, "don't you have a car? i'd gladly make him drive to you, but what's stopping you from already being over here?"
you think back on earlier today when you were pulled over by a cop. your depth perception may have been a bit off. and you may have accidently hit a pedestrian and gotten your license revoked for a few months.
"it's in the shop." you lie with an innocent smile. "getting new tires."
chris holds his phone close to his face, staring at you through the screen. after only a few seconds of analyzing your face, he decides that you're definitely not telling the truth.
"yeah, sure." he agrees sarcastically. "i totally believe that."
"you should!" you tell him. "because it's completely true!"
the sound of a door opening and closing is heard through the tiny speakers of your phone. chris's head snaps in the direction of someone entering his bedroom. his face suddenly falls with annoyance before he says, "what do you want nick?"
"just wanna talk to you," nick yawns, stretching himself out to lay on top of his brother. chris groans and shoves him off of his bed, but nick just laughs.
"oh my god! did you say nick's here!?" you exclaim, sitting up in your own bed and clutching your phone tightly in your hands with excitement. "tell nick to come here, i want to talk to him!"
chris looks down at you — well, his phone — and sighs before glancing back over at nick. he mutters something about you betraying him before shoving his screen in nick's face and pouting. "y/n wants to talk to you."
nick snatches the phone out of chris's hands and rushes out of his room, leaving the door open just to be annoying. then, nick runs into the bathroom an locks the door behind them. he holds the phone close to his face before whisper-shouting his next question. "why aren't you here yet!? i thought you said you were going to confess your feelings to chris today!"
"hey!" you defend yourself. "hear me out before yelling at me!"
"i'm listening..." he urges you to continue, putting his ear in the camera to give you a visual that he is in fact listening.
"i was planning to come over today, i swear! but i got my license revoked last night, so i don't have a car." you explain. "i was going to ask matt to pick me up, but then chris started asking questions about why i couldnt drive myself. then you barged in."
"why don't you just tell chris that you got it revoked?" nick says, sitting down on the closed seat of the toilet.
"because that's embarrassing." you say as though it's obvious. "i'll tell him tomorrow, but today needs to be perfect! i don't want him to be thinking about my patheticness while i confess."
nick shrugs, "i guess that makes sense."
"okay now go tell matt to come pick me up!" you order. "i'm sick of being at home. my cat won't play with me anymore because she's getting too old."
nick nods, flushing the toilet and running the sink even though he didn't use the bathroom — simply to put on a show for anyone who might have their ear pressed to teh door (cough chris cough). he then opens the door and comes face to face with chris standing in the hallway. he's leaning against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest.
"why'd you pretend to flush and shit?" chris asks him. "you literally have y/n on the phone. i know you didn't piss."
nick rolls his eyes before handing the phone back to his brother. you watch as they argue about something completely random and offtopic before chris walks back into his bedroom and plops back down on his bed.
"sorry he stole you like that." he apologizes as he reaches over to open his blind and let some sunlight pour in. "what'd you guys talk about?"
"my tires." you lie.
again, chris immediately knows that you're not being honest. despite being able to see right through you, he doesn't want to pry. so he just nods and changes the topic.
"is that a new shirt?" he asks with a laugh. "i’ve never seen it before."
you look down at what you’re wearing and immediately whip your head back up to glare at him. you’re wearing his shirt. “you let told me to take it!”
“i’m just kidding.” he says. “it looks way better on you, pretty girl.”
your face flushes red and you set your phone down so the camera is facing the ceiling. you hold your cheeks in your hands and stare at the blankets on your bed.
chris always does shit like this, and you don’t know how to feel. part of you loves it because of how it makes you get all giddy. but another part of you hates it because you struggle to read what it means. is he just joking, or does it mean something more?
“matt’s on his way!” you hear nick’s voice shout across the room. he seemingly poked his head through the crack of chris’s door.
“on his way where?” chris asks.
“oh, he’s just picking up y/n so she can come over and tell you something important.” nick says easily.
you rush to pick your phone back up so you can yell at him. “NICOLAS!” you shout.
the screen is still pointed at chris’s face, but you can hear nick’s giggle before he runs out of the room and shuts the door.
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half an hour later, you and matt arrive at the sturniolos’ house. you guys walk through the door with a big bag of mcdonald’s. you guys impulsively decided to get some food on the way home, and made sure to get chris and nick something as well.
“aww!” nick says, taking the bag out of your hand with a wide grin plastered across his face. “you got me food!?”
“share with chris.” matt tells him. “it’s not all for you.”
“yeah.” chris agrees, walking out of his room and chasing after nick to take the bag from him. “give me some, you greedy little shit!”
nick runs away from chris, taking the food with him as he locks himself in the bathroom and his laughs can be heard through the closed door.
chris groans, rolling his eyes before turning around and directing his attention toward the more important subject — you.
he pulls you into a hug, "i haven’t seen you in forever!"
you wrap your arms around him, hugging him back before speaking against his ear. “i know, it’s been ages.”
“it’s been half a day.” matt corrects you, pushing past his brother to walk into the kitchen and set his car keys onto the counter. “i’m going back to sleep. you guys are too fucking dramatic to handle.”
then, matt leaves the kitchen and walks down the hall to his bedroom. you hear the door close behind him, knowing you and chris are now officially alone together for the first time all day.
well, all day is pretty exaggerated seeing as you to have only been reunited for a few minutes. also, you guys have been on facetime since you woke up this morning.
“so!” chris says, pulling out of the hug. “what was nick talking about earlier. you need to tell me something important?”
your heart drops.
“oh, that can wait!” you say, trying to laugh it off. “let’s watch a movie or something. ooh! we could make, uh, pizza or cookies or some shit. that'd be fun right? you guys have pizza, don't you? well. never mind, everyone has pizza, haha." you walk into the kitchen and begin to dig through their freezer. "honestly, cookies would be more fun to make than some pizza. they taste better too. wait no, that's controversial. how about-"
your anxious ranting is cut off when chris places a hand on your shoulder. you stop digging through the freezer and turn around to face him with a frown.
"calm down, y/n." he tells you softly. he lets his hand drop from your shoulder and land on your hand. he grabs it and gently pulls you into the living room. he sits down on the couch with you, still holding your hand in his. "slow down a bit. we can talk about it at whatever pace you want."
"i'm gonna rant again." you warn him.
he chuckles, "that's fine by me. i love your ranting."
you suck in a deep breath before you begin. "i know we've only known each other for a year, but i really fucking like you. you're kind, attractive, and literally fucking perfect. you make me feel happy whenever i'm around you as if you're purposely trying to make me feel comfortable. and if you are, it's working by the way." you keep your eyes pinned to the couch cushion, not wanting to make eye contact with him. "i've been keeping my feelings to myself because i don't want to ruin what we have. but i realize now that even if i try to ignore my feelings, they're still going to explode eventually — and probably not in a healthy way. i don't want to hurt you by accidentally lashing out, so i decided it'd be best to tell you the truth."
you tear your eyes from thr cushion and raise them to face chris. he isn't answering you, but he definitely heard everything you said. his eyes are flicking across the room, processing all the shit you just dumped on him.
his silence stresses you out even more. what if you said the wrong thing? what if he hates you now? what if this ruins you guys's friendship before you can even try to form a romantic relationship? what if this is the lashing out you feared would happen? oh shit. you didn't even consider that.
"fuck," you mutter, "i'm sorry. i should go. this was a mistake. just forget everything i just said."
you begin to stand up, but chris grabs your hand before you can walk away. you turn and look at him but his eyes are already pinned to yours.
"how could i ever forget that?" he asks.
you don't answer.
"my dream girl just confessed that she likes me." he says before pulling on your hand, causing you to fall on top of him. he catches you and holds you in a hug. he runs a hand through your hair, caressing it gently. "i never even thought it would be fucking possible for you to ever like me back."
your eyes widen. "what? so you don't hate me?"
your feel his chest shake with a laugh. he then moves his hands to your shoulers before pushing you back to look at your face. without another word, chris presses your lips together.
the kiss is passionate, but unfortunately short-lived. within the few seconds it lasts, everything you struggled to tell him wth your rants was silently understood.
"i could never hate you." he whispers against your lips before connecting them back together.
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marleyybluu · 2 months
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Glasses
Husband!Oscar x black!wife!reader
Word count: 2k
Content warning: fluffy fluffy, Oscar is a stubborn husband, a little sexy flirtatiousness at the end, just your typical married couple and we love it, reader is hot for Oscar and his glasses (I mean I would be too tf)
A/N: bare in mind that i don’t have glasses idk how the process goes lmao I just made shit up so sorry if it’s not accurate I guess. Who cares we’re in make believe land rn
Sorry for typos && bad translations if any
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(I know these aren’t glasses glasses but… you get it lmao)
"Mama..." Rafa says poking your arm, you look down at him and smile. "Yes?"
"Why is Dad making that face?" He asks pointing over to Oscar who's holding his phone down in his lap with his head tilted up slightly so that he can see the screen better. You shook your head. That old bastard was a stubborn one. You have noticed for months now that Spooky is squinting to read everything, he's holding things at certain angles just the see the words correctly. He even has the kids reading things for him when he flat-out can't make out any of the words.
And of course, you've confronted him about it, saying if he wanted you could schedule an appointment with an optometrist and get his vision checked but he tells you— "No, mamita, I'm fine."
Stubborn Jack ass.
You roll your eyes and sigh dramatically. "Mi hijo, maybe you can talk some sense into your big-headed father. Because he won't listen to me." You say loud enough for your husband to hear. He grumbles and looks over at you, so tempted to say something disrespectful but your son is there. You wiggle your eyebrows taunting him.
"Papa, I think you need gafas."(glasses)
Spooky breathes heavily like a dragon, you swear smoke comes out of his nose too. "Mira, baby, let me just take you to check your eyes. If I'm wrong I'll eat my words and do anything you want."
His ears perk up at the offer. "Anything?"
And you knew what that tone meant. Spooky had been asking for another baby sooner rather than later but you constantly rebuttal with the fact that your third child, Emilia, was only a year old and you refused to have two under two. "Yes, anything." You reply confidently knowing you'd win this battle. He says it's a deal and you smile proudly keeping a reminder to make his appointment later.
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In the days leading up to the appointment, he swore up and down that you'd be wrong, that you'll soon be walking around with a round belly all over again and he couldn't wait to see it. You remain quiet and shrug, occasionally giggling at how cocky he was about this.
After dropping the kids off at your mom's, you two head over to the Optometrist. You're pleasantly greeted by the woman at the front desk who asks you who the appointment is for. Oscar finds himself a seat and huffs like a child. You roll your eyes and mention his name. "I'm assuming you made the appointment." She smiles light-heartedly. "That obvious?"
"Trust me, I've got one at home whose chain I have to pull to even get him to the doctor. They're all like that."
You giggle and look over your shoulder at him as he pouts and looks at his new shoes. The receptionist says she'll let the doctor know you two were there and be back to guide you to a room. You take a seat next to Oscar who immediately puts his hand on your thigh, squeezing at your supple flesh. "So, what do you think the next baby will be? I hope it's a boy, I can't lie."
"Will you shut the fuck up? You are not winning this bet, Diaz."
He looks around before trailing his hand up your dress, your eyes widen when his fingers brush over your panties. "Who you talkin' to like that? Don't let this bet get you fucked up."
You swallow your attitude and shrink in the chair, he removes his hand and gently kisses your temple. Maybe he'd get another baby out of you regardless.
It wasn't long before you two were called in. Once in the room, Oscar was told to sit in the chair that was hooked up to everything while you sat in the extra chair not too far from them. He starts by asking Oscar about his medical history; and if anyone in his family has problems with their vision but he says, "Not as far as I know."
You watch as he's asked to read the chart across the room and he instinctively squints, you cover your mouth to stop your giggles.
Even with the act of squinting he ends up getting a lot of them wrong.
He's tested furthermore and, honestly, it was not looking too good. He was struggling so much that it was truly getting to him, his nails scape at the jeans over his knee caps-- taps them once in a while whenever he lets out a frustrated sigh. You were beginning to feel bad for him, wanting to whisper the letters to him so he didn't feel so... shitty.
The lights in the room turn on and the optometrist sits in his chair. "Mr. Diaz, unfortunately, I do think you'll need some prescription glasses. You are more farsighted in your right eye than you are in your left. The left eye seems to be fine for now. So, I will put in an order for a pair of lenses and when they're ready we'll give you a call to pick out the frames."
Oscar sighs, he sounds so defeated. You two thank the doctor and make your way out of the office building and back to the car. He sucks his teeth while buckling his seatbelt, he crosses his arms and waits for you to put the car in drive but you don't budge. "Why are you acting like this?"
He shrugs. "Let's just go."
"No. What are you upset about?"
"I'm old."
There was a moment of silence, took you a a minute to realize he was serious. "I'm old, mama. I can't see shit, I'm tired, I'm cranky. I'm fucking old. Next thing you know I can't play with my kids, can't play Fútbol con Rafa, dios mio." (Soccer with Rafa, my God)
He was genuinely spiralling. "Papito, I hate to break it to you but we're supposed to get old." You say to him but it (obviously) doesn't help.
"Lo sé, mi amor, pero, they still have to make it to middle school and high school, I gotta see them through college."
"Who says you won't? Mi marido, (my husband) we will be there for all of their events, for all the big changes. We will still be there when they all leave the nest to create their own, and when they come back to visit." You reassure. "I'll still be next to you in a rocking chair. We are not going anywhere, anytime soon. Entiendes? No hay prisa." (Understand? No rush)
He nods, still pouting. You lean over and plant a loving kiss on his lips. "If you ask me you will make a sexy Abuelo. Glasses and all."
"En serio?" A little bit of confidence coming back to him.
"Sí, papi chulo." You purr pulling him in for another kiss. "You know we have a lot of time before we got to get the kids." He grumbles his lips travelling down your neck. "Let's go before you get us in trouble in this parking lot."
He shrugs. "Wouldn't be the first time."
You laugh. "I know, I don't want to relive it."
-- --
Days passed and Oscar finally got the call to pick up his lenses and choose the frames, you offered to go with him but he said he wanted to surprise you. You'd been waiting all day excited to see what would walk through the door.
You sighed flipping through the selections on Prime, the house was quiet with the kids either distracted or sleeping and you were bored-- until you heard the car door slam shut and his keys jingle right outside the door. The door swings open but he doesn't enter, not yet. He calls out for you and when you answer all too eagerly he chuckles at your excitement. "You been waitin' on this all day?" He asks.
"Yes, hurry the fuck up." You rush. He appears from behind the door and stands with his arms slightly open. "Cómo me veo?" (How do I look?) He asks. Your eyes widen and your jaw slacks. They were simple black frame glasses, they weren't obnoxiously thick or oddly small, and they were good enough to fit him. You sit up on your knees and lean over the back of the couch. "You look... good. Muy guapo, papito." You slur feeling a heat spread in your lower belly. His eyebrows raise in surprise, he knows that look anywhere.
"Quierida..."
"Oscar... " You had the filthiest line ready for him to hear until a pair of footsteps descended from the steps. "Whoooooa! Elliana, Mira! Papa got glasses!" Rafa announces rushing down the stairs to get a better look and shortly another set of little feet made their way over. The two children were so interested in what was on their father's face and how different he looked. "Can you see better?" Elliana asks and he smiles giving her a sweet kiss on her head. "Sí, mi corazón. Thanks for asking."
Rafa turns to you. "Mama, doesn't Dad's glasses look cool?"
Their eyes were on you but you could feel the taunting nature of your husband's eyes. "Yeah... mhm, he looks... they look-k good." You stammer causing Oscar to smirk.
He had seemingly found an upper hand on you with these glasses and he wasn't afraid to use it over the next week. He had them on even when he didn't need them to see that look on your face— the lust, the adoration— your pupils seem to expand whenever you see him in those spectacles. He just looked fucking hot.
It was the best when he walked around in his grey sweats, alone, with no shirt. Just his tattoos and glasses to complete his look and you ate it up every time. You tug on your bottom lip as you paint the picture in your mind. But why imagine, when you can just go see. The house was quiet, all the kids were sound asleep, you shifted out of bed as carefully as you could to not wake Emilia. Once you are successful you grab the baby monitor and creep downstairs, the television is off and the whole first floor is dark-- the only form of light shines through the windows courtesy of the moon. 
"Why the fuck would you do that!?" 
Ah yes, of course, he was in his habitat. The basement. You sneak your way down to see that the ceiling light is off and he just has the ones around his monitors on, though they are bright enough for her to see where she's going. His back is turned and he's so zoned in that your presence goes unnoticed for quite some time. You cross your arms and dramatically clear your throat to let him know you're here. "Yall give me a minute, wifey is here." You can hear the collective; "Hi wifey!" "Hola señiorita!" "What's good Mrs. Spooky?" 
You smile and greet them right back before he mutes his mic. "What's up?" He spins his chair to give you his full attention. "Emilia's awake?" 
You shake your head. "No, she's still sleeping. Just came to hang out." Your eyes ogle the print in his sweats. He follows your line of sight and chuckles. "You sure?"
"Mhm." You swing your leg over his legs and perch yourself on his lap. "I mention how fucking good you look in these glasses?" You purr leaning in. "They havin' an effect on you, ma. That I can see." He hums ghosting your lips with his. "And that's why you should listen to your esposa (wife)more." 
Your lips finally meet and it's not long before you two are practically nibbling at each other with a mutual desperation to end the sexual tension that's been created over time. "Let me hop off the game-" 
"No, it's okay. They can't see you right?" You smirk gnawing at his jaw. "No, they can't."
You reach between your bodies and slide your hand into his sweats. Oscar reaches up to adjust his glasses and when they begin to fog up he cleans them off and reaches to put them on his desk when you stop him. 
"The glasses stay on, Diaz." 
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littlemoon-beam · 8 months
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Fic idea if you're interested<3
Phantom/Aeon/Bug has sleeping issues at hotels
He has so much anxiety about being in the massive building vulnerable with so many people around even if the doors are locked and such because of how badly he was treated in the pit
Who ever rooms with him sees how tired he is after a long show, and a few days at this particular hotel, how exhausted and anxious he is and takes him into their arms and helps him calm down and feel safe enough to sleep
This got way more angsty than I planned but hey, what's new?
Fun fact I wrote this on my phone and every time I wrote Aeon it autocorrected to acorn... so that was a fun time reading back lol!
Hope this is ok, sweetness 🖤🖤
Tw: ptsd, references to past physical violence
It's the fourth time he's checked the lock on the door and resituated his bags in front of it.
Logically he knows he's fine, but the sound of footsteps echoing down the hall still makes him panic. He waits for the door to be kicked in, waits for someone bigger and stronger to burst through and-
The scars on his body ache with the memories of the pit, tears flood his eyes and he sinks to the floor with his hands tight over his ears.
He hasn't slept since they got here. He knows there are people everywhere, faces he doesn't know and hands he can't trust. It sucks the air from the room and leaves him gasping.
He's vulnerable and alone just like in the pit and it's only a matter of time before someone realizes it...
He feels sick with the prospect of the pain they'll inflict, of all the things they could take their time doing if they really wanted. Aeon remembers those hours with painful clarity.
The knock is unexpected and he doesn't have the wherewithal to tighten his throat and choke back the startled scream.
"Aeon, it's Swiss...can you open the door?"
He wants to, wants to so bad it hurts but he's terrified. Is Swiss going to be the one that breaks first? The one to rip into him to see just how much the little quint can take?
He always felt safe with Swiss, felt loved but what if something had snapped? He had his fair share of soft hands that turned around and rained down violence.
"Bug? Can you hear me?"
He stumbles when he pushes the bags away from the door and he feels like he might faint when he opens it. He braces for the impact, plants his feet and squares his shoulders with his eyes closed. He doesn't want to remember hate on Swiss' face when this all ends.
Aeon's not prepared for the door closing softly and Swiss taking a deep breath. He's not ready when the multi ghoul gently takes his shoulders in his hands.
"Bug?"
His knees shake and he slumps forward, leaning all his weight against Swiss' solid from.
Swiss holds him tight, one arm around his middle and one hand holding the back of his head. He feels secure but his chest is still so tight he feels like he's suffocating.
"It's alright, I'm right here." Swiss sways side to side gently, just rocks him where they stand until some of the tension leaves his shoulders. "What's got you so upset?"
He shakes his head and clings on tighter. If he says it outloud Swiss will hate him, will see him as the weak, pathetic little ghoul that he is. He doesn't want to be left behind again.
Swiss pushes him further into the room, keeping his arms around him as he moves.
"Do you want to lie down with me, bug?"
He nods and let's Swiss ease him up into the bed. He expects him to strip down, to have them both as bare as he can, but all he does is kick off his boots. Aeon presses his face into his neck, breathing in his scent until Swiss inevitably decides to push him away.
Swiss fingers run through his hair and down his back, gently scratching over scars he doesn't even know exist. Aeon has never let anyone take his shirt off, has never let them see his failures etched permanently in his skin.
"Tired?"
He sobs and curls in tighter, he can't even begin to explain just how exhausted he is. His body hurts and his mind can't keep up with everything expected of him and he feels like a joke.
"Can't-I can't-"
"Can't sleep?" Swiss fills in the words for him, presses just a little bit around Aeon's horns.
"They-they'll come g-get me if I s-sleep...can hear them..."
"Who will get you, baby?"
"They all c-come when I s-sleep that's when i-it always happens..."
Swiss barely contains the growl threatening to rip from his throat. He takes a breath, let's himself calm enough to speak again.
"No one is coming, Aeon. I promise."
"B-but they-"
"You're safe here with me, bug. No one's gonna get you, I won't let them."
He wants to believe those words, wants to crawl into Swiss' chest and make a home there in his safe embrace.
"Close your eyes, bug."
He does and digs his fingers in harder, sure that this is it.
"Good, breathe with me. Follow me, baby."
Swiss isn't surprised when Aeon falls asleep so quickly once the multi ghoul talks him down, his body too worn out to fight it anymore.
He stays awake, soothes him back down everytime he startles awake, kisses tears from his cheeks as hes plagued with terror in his dreams.
He doesn't know what happened to the little ghoul to have him so riddled with panic but in that moment, Swiss vows to help him, vows silently to himself that he will take that pain away.
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lightbarebunnies · 5 months
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Napping with Valkyrie
summary: some lil hcs about napping with valkyrie's members :) tags: fluff, gn!reader - you/your pronouns characters: mika kagehira, shu itsuki a/n: first actual post? first actual post. screams. I might resize my header images because they feel way too big, but I will wait and see how they look on mobile x_x
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Mika, like any other black cat, loves to sleep in the warmth of the sun.
He's napped out on benches, beneath trees, once even on the floor of the handicrafts room while he was waiting for Shu to finish alterations on their costumes.
However, it was when he first moved into the dorms and Ritsu, that Mika learned the joy of napping with another.
There’s a closeness that he’s appreciated from those dear to him, even outside of a romantic context. He’s just a cuddler!
Once he started collecting plushies, he had at least one near by to hold onto. During his crushing stage, there definitely wasn’t one he named after you and would imagine was you, yearning to be able to hold you tight...
Once you started to date, however, he’s always been the clingy type of partner - pulling you close so that you’re leaning on his shoulder when you watch movies together, having you sit on his lap when the two of you are both just scrolling on your phones, and essentially attaching himself to your arm when you’re out shopping for fabric.
He adores the feeling of you. Your warmth, the slow rise and fall of your chest as you breathe, the pressure of you on top of him… Genuine, physical facts that you are there and with him in that moment.
As much as Mika likes to spoon, he actually prefers for you to be cuddled up beside him and resting your head on his chest.
In a perfect world, you’d just be directly on top of him without worrying about it being comfortable for him… He can handle it, even if you hear something crack or pop, he’s not that scrawny anymore! It’s just like a weighted blanket-
...That’s something he’ll try to convince you to do on another day.
Today, however, he just needs some time with you. You’ve both had a long day, and it wasn’t even dinnertime yet. So… like clockwork, he drags you off to the couch for a nap to recharge.
Mika’s essentially formed a nice little nest out of his spare blankets, with just enough space for the both of you to lie down and be snuggled up together.
He lies down first, then lets you get comfortable and find the right position before he’ll wrap his arms around you. He tends to have a hand wander and eventually find its way into your hair, playing with it until he dozes off.
Sometimes, Mika ends up waking up before you. That’s a real treat for him… he loves how peaceful you look when you sleep – just getting to watch you at rest with him makes him feel all fuzzy inside.
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Shu Itsuki and naps do not usually come hand in hand.
Usually, he keeps a strict sleep schedule to ensure his own health and maintain the proper work balance between schoolwork and his idol activities.
Though, it's due to his stubbornness that he's wound up passed out in the snow when he still was attending Yumenosaki. While he hasn't worked himself to absolute exhaustion, he still is prone to pushing himself far to meet deadlines.
You're dear to Shu, and your presence is absolutely vital to his work when he's on a time crunch.
He trusts you enough, about as much as he trusts Mika at this point, to assist in simple sewing tasks.
So, as the sun rises and creeps through the curtains, you finish applying bias tape to the sleeves of Shu's most recent commission. You're wiped, but you can't seem to convince yourself to go to sleep if it means more work for Shu...
Shu looks at you sleepily rub your eyes, placing your pin cushion on the table, and his heart aches. There was still another day until the deadline... perhaps the two of you have done enough for now.
He quickly makes a baste stitch with the applique he had been fussing over, then stands. He walks to the couch and grabs a shawl he had knit months ago. You don't really think much of it, until you realize he's not by the couch anymore... and is in fact standing behind your chair.
"Come, mon Amour." he whispers in your ear, wrapping the shawl around your shoulders. "I've decided that I can't stand watching your constitution waste away, so we shall be going to bed."
It's an obvious excuse, a way for him to say he too is tired without admitting such weakness and instead using you as an excuse It was something you'd normally point out, until he gives your shoulder a gentle kiss - a silent apology for not deciding to rest sooner.
... Alright, you'll let him off easy this time.
Whisking you off to his bedroom, he first ensures your own comfort once he lays you down - fussing over your position and making sure that the sheets are adequate.
On one side, he tucks you in, before he gets in on the other side. He ensures you're still wrapped in the shawl as he holds you, so that if the two of you separate in your sleep, you'll still have a part of him holding you as you rest.
Shu watches you as you drift off, gently brushing his fingers through your hair and humming softly. He always makes sure you fall asleep first.
Feeling the knit lace pattern of the shawl between his fingers, a habit to keep him from fretting about the unfinished work, he finally drifts off to sleep with you in his arms.
In a few hours you'll both wake up and get back to work, likely with a cup of caffeinated tea to help. For now, however... he'll rest.
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