datenrettung

[warlordfelwinter]

gale/durge is funny if just for the "am i the first mortal you've been with question"

i, at least, like to assume the durge is immortal or at least nigh immortal since bhaal seemingly intended them to be the last living soul. they'd need plenty of time to get all that murdering done. and who knows what being made of god flesh and blood does to a mfs lifespan. but even if they aren't they're still godspawn. gale just can't stop attracting gods and their ilk even when he's not trying

[ssickabit]

Hyunjin corrupting his cute gf who is usually bratty (also I love ur writing, and how you write in third person)

aaaaa thank you sm 🥺 im more comfortable using 3rd person pov in case you want to know :D

this contains fluff and also, angst, i hope you don’t mind that haha. enjoy!

[9.47 pm]

“where were you?”

Hyunjin’s voice was hoarse, making her stopped in the place. she blinked for times, then dropped her bag to the couch. “uh, i was working on my lastest project at town’s library.”

he chuckled, more likely to be mocking one. his expression now changed to the serious one. “i told you i will be home at 6 right?”

she let out a ‘tsk’. “i know.”

“why don’t you go home early?”

“i told you i was working on my project okay,” she replies with a higher tone. she huffed as she took off her coat. “why are you like this to be honest.”

Hyunjin watched her ignoring him, once again.

sure, he bought her alot of expensive things; sure, he brought her to the fanciest restaurants and parties; sure, he treated her like a queen but sometimes her attitude wasn’t the best. not to mention how their time management is so fucking bad, so they barely meet each other in daily.

he really to let out his frustration at work, but being home made it worse.

he almost throw his phone at the table, receiving the “what the fuck is wrong with you?” from her.

he turned his body to her, who’s opening her bag to let out some things.

“what the fuck is wrong with me?” he asked, “should’ve asked your fucking self about it.”

“you could have just told me what the fuck is wrong rather then being difficult like this hwang hyunjin,” she replied.

he let out the “i can’t believe you said that to me” face. he cocked one eyebrow then shouted. “see? who the fuck should’ve shut their mouth here? you. now continue whatever you were doing rather than being so fucking ignorant like this, you smart-mouthed slut.”

the silence creeped between them after Hyunjin went to their shared room. she sighed, trying not to mad and cry at the same time. this project is more important then being in a fight with a person like Hyunjin—she know it right.

she woke up when something poked behind her.

Hyunjin’s arm accidentally hugged her from his side. she tried to so hard to turn herself without waking him up.

fuck, she thought, his morning boner.

not like it’s something abnormal, but it’s just too distracting for her. she sighed as she got up from the bed, trying to make something to warm her body. last night was the first fight that they had in such a long time of their relationship and she felt bad about it. she knew she shouldn’t have been acting like that.

in the other place, Hyunjin woke up feeling needy.

he groaned, then went to the kitchen. he hugged her from behind, placed his face in the crook of her neck, then kissing it.

it was shocking for her, despite the fighting that they did last night.

“you didn’t leave?” she asked.

“nope,” he sighed, “studio was frustrating. i decided to take a day off.”

she nodded. she handed him the morning tea.

“what are you gonna do?” he asked.

“uh, take a shower?”

he smirked.

just as she took off every piece of her clothes and went it to the shower, he joined. he already naked—not like it’s their first time seeing each other naked. he was behind her as the water fell down, making their bodies wet. she loves it when Hyunjin slick back his blond hair with his fingers, and how he closed his eyes and lifted his chin as he trying to make the water run down his face.

he pulled her closer to him, hand in her waist.

“stop looking at my dick,” he said.

he caught her red-handed. their heights differences are so obvious as he looked down to her. “i-i’m sorry-“

“have you ever sucked a dick before?”

she looked up and stare into his eyes. “n-no,” she shook her head.

he licked his bottom lip. “wanna try with mine?”

sex wasn’t their regular thing because of his hectic schedule. he’d fuck her right everywhere he at but he didn’t do it anyway.

he took her virginity while ago.

and the ‘we both got so wasted, wanna have sex?’

“like, right here?”

“isn’t it obvious?”

she went on her knees and looked up to him with doubts. his cock is so beautiful, she thought. “it’s not gonna suck itself,” he answered all of her questionable gaze that she threw at him earlier. “come on, use you hand, tongue and mouth.”

she grabbed his cock then jerk it slowly. she began lick his tip. as their gaze met each other, she went bold. she kissed it, teasing the tip that went so angry, begging her to put it in her mouth. the way she roll her tongue and lips over it, making him stuck in this euphoric feelings. “look at you,” he chuckled, his breathing was heavy, “sucking my dick like a porn-star.”

“shit, shit, shit—“ he panted as she slid his length into her mouth. he grabbed a fistful of her hair with his hand, guiding her. “u-uh, less teeth then it’s okay,” he told her. she hummed, the vibration sending chills into his body. he growled as she kept doing what she have been doing. the way her fingers, her tongue and her lips teasing him; feels like he’s going to the cloud nine.

she bobbed her head faster as the time pass by. “h-hey,” he interrupted as he felt everything is going too far.

the mix of the drool and his pre-cum making her looks so pretty right now. “got up,” he said.

“w-why?” she asked.

“i don’t want to cum in your pretty mouth yet,” he answered as he helped her to got up. “can i fill you up instead?”

she nodded quickly. he chuckled then kissed her, trying to taste her mouth who just sucked his cock while ago. after they pulled out, she began to turn around, her face facing the wall.

“wait, what are you doing?”

“i thought-i thought you gonna take me from behind,” she softly answered.

“baby, no,” he shook his head, “i want you to look at me as i fuck you. okay?”

she obeyed. before she can proceed anything that happen, he slipped two of his fingers into her slit, feeling the wetness at the first second. her mouth opened—she was silent, but her eyes screw shut as she pumped his fingers into her. “are you wet just from sucking me?” he asked.

“y-yes,” is all that she can answer.

he smirked then pulled his finger out. the emptiness inside her making her whined. “you’re lucky that im gonna fuck you hard against this wall, how does it sound?” he whispered into her ear. she grabbed his hand, then began sucking onto his fingers. he can feel the arousal being sent into his cock, once again.

he grabbed his cock then teasing her with his tip. she whined into his ear, trying to make him fill her up quickly. “can’t wait for me to fill your tight pussy with my cock, darling?” he asked. he let out a low groan as he slid his length in. he gave her seconds to adjust herself. she can feel his cock throbbing inside her, making her walls clenched as the response. he looked down and hissed as he saw how her hole swallowed his cock perfectly.

he lifted one of her with his hand, keeping it up like that so he can have better access to her pussy. “hyunjin,” she mewled as he began to pound into her without any warning.

“your pussy feels so good around me baby,” he panted, “fuck, what a dirty slut you are.”

the sound of skin slapping as the glass around fogged around them is the only sound they can hear beside the choked moans that passed from their lips. “c-can i cum hyunjin?”

“beg for it,” he said.

“please? i-i can’t take it anymore—“ he cut her off as his thrust became deeper and harder.

“come on, i know you’re better than this,” he replied, with a loud groan following his voice. she cried to the overwhelming feelings that he made only for her. she dig her nails into his back, teeth grazing over his shoulder and neck. “look at me,” he demanded. “look-fuck, look at me as you cum.”

and she did even it was hard for her to open her eyes. he kissed her roughly to suppress her from crying. her walls clenched around him—the euphoria sent him over the edge. he pulled out, then jerked himself. she watched how he shot his seed into her stomach, moaning loudly.

he kissed her then. it was soft, not rushed, just lips collided to each other.

her memory played how he kissed her in the middle of sex. things Hyunjin would never do, but he did it. she knew he is the type of finish everything fast. but the way he kissed her, reminded her that she is his.

Hyunjin is afraid to admit that he is in love with the girl in front of him. he kissed her cheeks before they continue the shower session that was paused while ago. he pulled her closer to his figure, embracing every single inch of her. she rested her head on his chest as the water ran down their bodies.

“you know i didn’t mean it last night,” he said, breaking the silence between them.

she hummed in response.

“you know that i love you right?”

she looked up to him. “d-do you want a round two?”

“no!” he laughed to her innocence, “god, no. i just wanted to say that, okay? also, i’m sorry for last night.”

she wanted to disappear—she just can’t handle this lovely moment of them. she can hear the sincerity in his voice. she kept looking down to her feet,  making Hyunjin lifted her chin with his hand. “hey, what’s wrong?”

she was crying. he was in shock for a second. he hugged her seconds after. “hey...” he whispered.

“i-i love you too, Hyunjin,” she said through her tears, “i love you too much, and it hurts sometimes.”

in this moment he knew he fucked up. “i miss you, but sometimes i don’t know how to say it because you’re always busy with your works...”

he listened. he felt like his heart shattered in pieces now. “that doesn’t mean i don’t like it—i support you no matter what, because it’s your dream. it’s your passion, and i’m so proud of you.”

“hey,” he cleaned his throat, “i’m sorry, okay? i hope you know that i just don’t want to lose you. i’m sorry that sometimes this is difficult for us, but i’m so grateful that we can make it this far.”

she tried to calm her breath, as he caressed her back slowly. “i’m sorry sometimes i’m not a good girlfriend for you.”

“no, you’re not. you’re perfect for me.”

she didn’t let go of him. and she wouldn’t. Hyunjin knows sometimes they’re toxic for each other, but she is the one that’s on his mind, every time. Hyunjin might be the pop star everyone knows, but when he is with her, he knows he is just an ordinary human and he hope she knows that he is thankful to have her as his safe place.

“i love you,” he whispered one again. “and i always be.”

[shesawriter39049]

|UNWRAP ME| M|

Pairing : Jimin X Reader (Ft a lil Tae)

“There’s a bow on my panties because my ass is a present!”

About- Honestly, you were just trying to prep gift bags for your company’s holiday party! But Jimins stressed, and needs a little brain reset sooo….I guess we’re prepping gift bags later!

Or- The company has quite a few deadlines to hit before you guys close for the holiday! Jimin’s in charge of talent and everybody’s fucking up…but in your line of work it’s a domino affect! So if his crew falls behind ultimately everybody’s behind! Hints Jimin’s stress and frustration....

WC: Sneak peek (1k)

WARNINGS: (FULL THING): Teasing, light edging, dirty talk, top/bottom OC, top/power bottom Jimin, hand restraints, unprotected sex, over stimulation, fingering (F receiving), biting/marking kink, VERY light degration kink (he playfully calls her a “little bitch/slut” once) light come play, light spanking

FINAL NOTE: This is a stand alone smut drabble within my OT7 poly universe called “7 DEEP”. Short AU SUMMARY: Your husband Namjoon and yourself run a successful Adult Film Entertainment Company called “Onyx” with your 5 best friends from college who you also happen to be in an open relationship with! P.S. If you’re new here Kookie joins the party a little later….

*Pierced Jimin/Red haired “Dope” Era Jimin meets 2020 Jimin!?

*Also it should go without being said but Jimin, IS Westernized, he’s from LA in this ffs!

*In true Rocki fashion I decided to do holidy prompts late af & did not finish in time for the main Holiday but w/e! Note, there is some backstory here bc this was set to be the 1st of 3 holiday prompts!** ___________________________________________________

Sunday, December 14TH, 4PM 

“Alright, so you wanna hear some bullshit?!”

K, well that’s apparently Jimin, musing around a mouth full of fries! I love how no one even bothers to knock, give notice they just show the fuck up! Whenever...

Cute.

I swear it sounds like your running a damn liquor store because there’s an obnoxious amount of bells and mistletoe hanging above the door almost acting as a doorbell at this point. Just casually Fa-la-laing together, echoing throughout your entire apartment every damn time the door opens! Honestly, your slowly regretting giving Jin and Tae free reign with decorations because that shits annoying as all hell!

Gaze still focused on your original task, not even looking in his direction “Don’t trip over the-“ There's a loud thud, followed by an obscene groan, accompanied by an even louder “Fuckkk!” Which solidified he did in fact trip over the ....

“....Box with Jin’s other Christmas tree in it ...” The words kinda died off your tongue at this point because well, clearly the warning did not fare well! “If anything’s broken I’m totally snitching just so we’re clear” Sassing over a half empty glass of spiked eggnog.

Now that you’ve finally looked at him, you find yourself hiding a smirk behind your cocktail as well! The boy is fine, you’d give him that! Looking like a model off duty, in his low cut white v, neck hidden beneath a distressed leather jacket! Topping off the look with a pair of chunky combats and disrespectfully tight dark wash denim jeans! I swear they damn near looked painted on, aviators resting on the bridge of his nose! Gucci backpack slung over his shoulder, Starbucks in one hand, and some brown bag full of grease in the other! Jimin recently went back red, looking dangerously close to the same 18 year old you met, at UCLA almost years ago now!  Just a boujier version, it’s like this Jimin’s from Calabasas instead of the Bay! Though your down for both options if we’re being real!

Not that Jimin’s not equally as good of company as well, you were honestly just expecting Tae! The two of you were starting to put together the gift bags for next week's holiday party! Hints the hot ass mess all over the floor of your living room, it’s a disgusting pile of shopping bags and boxes! Everything from Amazon to Saks Fifth, at this point you aren’t even sure where the fuck your floor starts or ends! One thing you do know for damn sure is Hobi’s going to have an aneurysm If he sees it! Sooo, hopefully Tae shows up sooner than later...

It’s become a tradition, or at least since the companies been profitable enough to do so! First off, you’re love language has always been a combination of “Gifts” and “Acts of service, so shit like this is essentially second nature!

However, quality time has slowly slipped its way into the mix over the past couple of years as well! Especially considering it’s almost a luxury for the seven of you at this point but you try not to complain! I mean Namjoon and yourself just did an interview last week for Forbes 30 under 30 for fucks sake! But anyway, like I was originally saying this little party is your way of trying to give your staff a combination of all 3 said love languages!

Above everything else you all work your asses off well, aware this is far from a 9-5, yet they give you their best constantly! Yeah, it was built on the backs of you and your boys but it wouldn’t be were it is now without everyone else! So, with that being said the schedule is as follows! 

1.Bust ass and hit all of your year end deadlines by December 22nd. 

2.The holiday party is on the 23rd...

3. Thennnnnn....after that the companies closed until the 2nd of January! 

Well kinda, if we’re being real the 7 of you never fully stop working, but you damn sure plan to try! I guess it’s the beauty and the curse of having damn near everything accessible on your phone! I swear this morning Joon was washing your back whilst you read him the latest profit/loss update from Jin soooo......that’s that!

Everyone else however....off duty with pay!

Which brings us back to the original task at hand before Jimin showed up,prepping the gift bags that get handed out at said holiday party! The invite list is pretty exclusive honestly,outside of your staff, and there plus one, the other guests are typically the immediate crew/ talent used throughout the year on various productions! Oh, there’s also special little packages mailed out to a couple of the company's sponsors as well! So all together were looking at at least 100 gift bags give or take! Of course at this stage you guys go all out but that’s not what it’s about! It’s legitimately the thought that counts!

Little gestures like this just remind people that you care,that they’re on your mind even if they aren’t currently doing you a favor! That’s what sets Onyx apart, all the little things you do without even thinking about it! Coffee, donuts, catering on set for long shoots,or even the little kits Jimin brings with him to set for the models! Fully stocked with soothing cream, heating pads, the full nine! It’s actually sad how much of a rarity it is in your line of work! 

Obviously, it goes without saying that those types of gestures aren’t feasible for everyone....However there’s companies worth more than you that do amples less!

But anyway back to Jimin and Tae! As I mentioned when the door originally opened you were expecting a mop of silver locks as opposed to red! Baby boy ran out to pick up the custom gift bags from this Indie vendor in WeHo. Hint’s why you were expecting Tae instead, now, why Jimins here I have no damn idea! Clearly we’re about to find out and apparently it’s “Some Bullshit!”

Honestly outside of checking his OOTD you didn't truly look at him. Far too busy propped on top of your oversized dining room table sorting through a manusery of  “Thank you” cards!

Eyes flicking to the left ever so slightly as you hear him shuffle closer “I-yeah sure what bullsh-wait are you eating my DoorDash?!”

It’s the way you constantly have to remind yourself that jail will not be like Orange is in the new black! Because I swear you damn near chucked this martini glass at that fire engine red dome of his!

Jimin just shrugs, a little nonchalant and unenthusiastic, almost as if he’s inconvenienced actually...

“Mmm, depends on perspective” He deadass just stuffed two more fires in his mouth! You're literally going to strangle him! It’s borderline painful how hard  your jaw tick, eyes narrowed in his direction!

Brows arched so damn high your gonna end up needing Botox from the permanent crease embedding within your skin. “Perspect-your literally eating-“

Holding a solitary finger in your direction “Tae just text me and said look at your phone and text him back...with like, a million pouty faces. Also, different note, who changed the decorations I placed on the mantle?! “

Jimin’s hand is now resting on his hip, legitimately angry about these damn decorations! I think his neck even did a couple rolls in the process, and I’m willing to bet,before he leaves they will be swapped out again!

A frustrated groan attempts to leave your throat  though it goes unacknowledged as your lacking any ounce or bite! Far too fond of both of your boys to truly be agitated at the moment! Actually that’s a lie, you high key wanna punch Jimin but it’s fine ....

“That, would be Jin, he said they clashed with the table decor” Pointing to all of the gold, and maroon colored decorations donning the marble coffee table “So, if your pissed go curse him out because I could give less than a damn! Now where the fuck is my phoneeee”

Hopping off the table causing your oversized UCLA Alum hoodie to hike over your ass. Said ass is covered or barely covered considering your cheeky, red, ruffle little panties are in fact assless! A cute little bow perched right on top of your tailbone, as if to direct the eye where to go….

Jimin is now choking on stolen fires and yeah there’s a smirk on your face as you grab your phone!

Mmmmhmmmm...and to think, maybe if he wasn’t being such a brat you’d let him unwrap one of his gifts a little early!

“Baby now he’s calling meeee” Anddddd he’s whining, wiggling his phone like it’s on fire! Ya know, moments like these in fact remind you that Tae and Jimin are the youngest!

“Oh for fucks sake!” Huffing in his direction snatching the phone and bag of Five Guys away in the process!

“Yes baby?” It’s actually terrifying how quickly your tone, and entire demeanor just switched! Somewhat reminiscent to how you’d see a mom scold one child then baby talk another all in the same breath! 

Jimin without a doubt noticed too, lip jutting out in a pout and no matter how many times you roll your eyes you still find yourself leaning forward kissing it right off! He moans into it and you Instantly taste the tangy seasoning from your fries, especially once he tries to swipe his tongue past the seam of your lips. The feeling of that tiny piece of metal playing in his mouth almost distracted you, but alas...the notion immediately reminds you why you were irked to begin with! Without even thinking you lean back into nipping at his bottom lip, though...this is Jimin we’re dealing with here! So whatever you thought you’d achieve is now dead, because a needy little whine just rustled in the back of his throat 

Speaking of love languages,there’s another called “Physical Touch” which has the words Jimin Park written all over it. So with that being said you really should’ve already been prepared for whatever’s about to unfold.

It’s subconscious at this point, head dropping down to the crook of your neck, nosing up a vein like a neglected puppy! Squeezing your waist hard enough to damn near engrave his thumb print in against your hip bones! Well, clearly he doesn’t want you going anywhere anytime soon!   

So what do you do instead? Place the bag of food on the bar, hold the phone in one hand and bring the other up to play in his freshly dyed locks! I swear this man is a second away from purring so maybe he’s not a puppy after all. Suddenly his ring clanned fingers trickle down your spine heading south, flexing his palm to squeeze down around the swell of your ass! Shifting you forward so your chest to chest...

So, here you are trying to cater to both of your boys at once...lord help you!

“No, of course I wasn’t ignoring you, I was just busy-yes Tae. You wanna put what in a what,Now?”

~~~~~

Hiii, as I mentioned above this was kinda last minute, I wrote out prompts on the 21st, then adult life kicked in. I actually had my own little office Christmas party to plan (Nothing on this scale obviously because well, we know the way the real world is rn) However because of that I couldn’t truly work on this until the 24th. However it’s been a long time since I wrote/wanted to write so I opted to just post it anyway! Hopefully the full thing will be up by the 28th at the latest.

I have also attached the overall masterlist for this AU!

7 DEEP 

[thecleverdame]

Control and Release - 27

Series Masterlist

TEDTalk!Sam x Reader

Summary: After the rest of the staff is caught in a snowstorm, you find yourself acting as a personal assistant to the notorious Sam Winchester. As the arrangement becomes more defined, you and Sam begin a sexual adventure with dangerous consequences.  

Warnings: Dom/Sub, humiliation, embarrassment, sexual objectification, mutual masturbation, spanking, cum play, fingering, anal play, orgasm control, nipple clamps, dub-con, breath play.

Beta: @ilikaicalie

Words: 5.7k

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Two Months Later

Two of W & S's private planes are sitting side by side on the tarmac as you walk toward the stairs and board the jet. In the front section are the larger, roomier seats reserved for the more important members of the staff.

You spot Sam the moment you board, he’s seated with a laptop open in front of him. Next to him is the welcome sight of Pepper, pointing to something on the screen and rattling on. He seems to sense your presence, glancing up and locking in while you shuffle down the aisle. A small, amused smirk pulls at his mouth, throat bobbing as he watches you.

He really did a number on you this morning; set the alarm and everything to ensure the two of you had plenty of quality time together before departure. He had you in handcuffs, moaning his name before you were even truly awake. And now your ass is throbbing. He was in the mood to really give it to you good and then you begged for it even harder. This morning’s spanking will definitely make for an uncomfortable flight, but that’s the point. A constant reminder of his hands on your ass, enough to keep you wet in anticipation of what’s to come over the next few weeks together in a new place.

This trip to London is scheduled to last four weeks if everything goes well, but likely closer to six. Six weeks in a city you’ve only dreamed of visiting. The new office means training a hundred employees at W & S’s flagship UK office. You’ll each train your counterpart, helping to guide them through the internal processes.

“Hi Pepper,” you grin as you walk by them. “Welcome back.”

While you never imagined those words would be true, hell hath frozen over. Having a second rate replacement who didn’t understand your working or personal relationship with Sam proved to be incredibly challenging. Now that Pepper knows your secret, you hope this part of things will become easier. She’ll give you all the unfettered access you want with no questions asked.

“Hello.” She manages a grim, sickly smile.

Sam glances around, ensuring there’s no one else in the front cabin before speaking up.

“How are you this morning, Y/N?” he smirks, mouth barely containing a shit-eating grin.

Pepper sighs, shifting uncomfortably between you, with a roll of her eyes. She was at his house this morning to help him prepare. She watched you eat Corn Flakes in his kitchen with her trademark look of irritated judgment.

“Good, how are you, Mr. Winchester?” you counter, looking back as Millie boards the plane, walking up behind you. “Better keep moving.”

You enter the back section with a dozen smaller seats that are still a luxury compared to a commercial flight. Cole glances up from his book and smiles wide and warm, gesturing to the empty seat beside him.

Sam is sure it was him who turned you in to human resources, but you’re not convinced. He hasn’t acted any different towards you. He’s just as easy to work with as he was before the incident. It’s been almost two months now and there’s been nothing, no whispers or sideways looks. Someone saw or heard something, but whoever it is is playing their cards close to the vest.

For the first couple of hours, you chat about work, then he tells you about his mother and how hard the death of his father was on the whole family. You offer up little anecdotes about your parents and growing up in New Mexico. Even show him a couple of family photos.

Eventually, he makes a move to his iPad and you open your book. It’s hard to concentrate. You can feel him sneaking glances at you, once, twice and then every couple minutes.

You shut the book, turning to him.

“Is there something on your mind?”

He’s silent, settling his headphones around his neck. You see the wheels turning; whatever he’s about to say, he’s wrestling with it.

“I just...I thought I knew you.”

Your heart sinks into your stomach.

“What does that mean?” you hiss. Swiveling in the seat you glance behind you at Millie asleep with her mouth hanging open and Adam from IT watching a movie with giant headphones over his ears.

“I’m not trying to make you feel bad.” Cole leans closer, eyes closing for a moment as if this conversation is equally as painful for him as it is for you. “I know you’re trapped in what seems like an impossible situation and you don’t know how to get out, but-”

“It was you.” You’re taken aback, staring at him as he blinks innocently at you. “You’re the one who went to HR.”

“Of course I did!” he nods curtly. “And I’d do it again.”

“That was none of your business.” You thrust a finger toward him.

“Of course it was, what he’s doing to you is wrong.” Cole reaches for your hand and you pull back like he’s burned you. “Look, I underestimated the level of power he wields. I thought HR would open an investigation and then you’d have an opportunity to tell someone what he’s been doing to you.”

“This is unbelievable.” You sink back against the seat.

“I agree. They know and they didn’t do anything. I thought Winchester was a straight shooter, but I should have known someone with his reputation would have a nasty skeleton in the closet.”

“Whatever you think you heard, you’re wrong.” You’re worried now. He’s so genuine in his explanation, he honestly believes Sam forced himself on you, coerced you into sex.

“I know what I heard,” Cole insists, grabbing for your hand. This time he catches your wrist and pulls you closer. “You don’t have to put up with that kind of treatment. You’re a strong woman, I can help you.”

“You have no idea what you’re walking about,” you whisper, swallowing hard. “You didn’t understand what you heard. You think it’s something that it’s not.”

He stares at you, sighing and sitting back.

“Alright,” he nods. “But if he’s doing this to you, he’s doing it to someone else, too.”

“Cole,” you turn toward him. “You have to let this go.”

“The Winchesters are bad guys. All of them,” he comments dryly, flipping open his computer. “Sam may have had more success than his brother but he just hasn’t gotten caught for his dirty deeds yets, but they’re both rotten.”

You shake your head in disbelief, trying to determine why he’s invoking Dean. He must have done his research.

“You have to trust me when I say that you have it wrong.” You might as well stop, all this pleading in vain. Cole has an idea in his head about who and what Sam is and he’s never going to let it go.

“We don’t have to talk about it anymore.” He gives you a tight smile. “I just needed you to know that I know. If you ever need to talk, I’m here.”

Eight Hours Later

“I’m not normally one to say I told you so, but…” Sam leans out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his hips and a toothbrush hanging from the corner of his mouth.

“You were right,” you concede, holding up both hands. “I just hate that he thinks you’re this evil guy.”

“Half the world thinks I’m an asshole,” comes his voice from the bathroom. “That’s nothing new to me. Does it bother you?”

”Of course it does. I don’t like the idea of Cole believing you’re some monster.”

“Well, Cole can’t love both of us at the same time.” He chuckles to himself and you hear him spit into the sink.

Sam’s room is ten times the size of yours, with a parlor, living room, massive bedroom and a bathroom large enough for a shower and soaker tub. To top it all off there’s a balcony just off his bedroom overlooking the city. You’ve been allocated a small box of a room on the second floor at a hotel down the street but luckily Sam handed you a key card to his room as soon as you stepped inside. He and Pepper are the only staff staying at this hotel, which makes slipping in and out a hell of a lot easier.

“Do you like the room?” Sam asks, wandering toward the bed in his underwear. “They have an even larger suite on the top floor but no terrace. I thought you would enjoy being able to sit outside.”

“I do,” you smile, watching him thoughtfully. “Thank you for thinking of me.”

“I never stop,” he responds, smiling when you blush. “Are you tired?”

“Depends on why you’re asking.” You offer up a tired pout. “I’m pretty exhausted but I could be talked into any number of things.”

-

The London offices may be smaller but are no less impressive than the Boston office you work out of. You stand silently beside Cole as the elevator rises up the top floor.

“How are you?” he asks, adjusting his tie.

“Good,” you answer, staring forward.

You’re not sure what to say. After the world’s most awkward flight you checked into your official hotel room and went to join Sam, happy to be far away from everyone else. You haven’t spoken to Cole since you got off the plane.

Now that you’ve had time to process what he said, there are several things that don’t sit well. It seems as if he’s disappointed in you, let down that you were either unwilling or unable to turn on Sam and admit to harassment. If Cole truly believes Sam demanded sexual acts from you, it’s pretty shitty to say he expected more.

“I like your outfit.” He clears his throat looking ahead. “I’ve never seen it before.”

“Thank you. It’s new.” You look down at your tweed suit, a gift from Sam that morning. It’s Chanel, something you’d never be able to afford on your own. You were apprehensive over such an expensive gift at first but once you tried it on you figured it was a drop in the bucket for him.

“Looks expensive.” He gives you a once over.

“It is.”

The first meeting of the day is with Lady Toni Bevell and a dark-haired man named Mick who shakes your hand with such vigor you barely have feeling left when he lets go.

Cole introduces himself, explains his position and how long he’s been with the company. Then Toni chimes in, folding her hands on the table in front of her.  

“Well, obviously, I just started in this position. I was a practicing lawyer up until a few years ago. But I’ve known Sam for a long time.”

“You know Winchester?” This seems to perk Cole’s attention and your ears go hot.

“We went to law school together,” Toni explains. “Old friends.”

“And I’m Mick.” Mick smiles big and wide. “I managed a barrister’s office, but they made me an offer I couldn’t refuse. So now I’m here.”

He seems like a nice guy and you’re looking forward to making new friends. Knowing someone in London can’t be a bad thing.

“And you are?” Toni’s tone is unmistakable, she’s dripping with annoyance and you haven’t even opened your mouth yet.

“Y/N,” you smile at her. “I’m a department liaison.”

“Ah, yes,” Toni tilts her head, examining you. “Sam told me all about you.”

You nearly fall out of your seat and Cole shifts beside you.

“Y/N has been invaluable to me.” Cole inserts himself. “Showed me the ropes when I first started.”

“She must be quite impressive given that we don’t even have her position in this office but yet, she’s here.”

There’s something bubbling under the surface, a hostility she’s either barely able to hide or not attempting to. Frankly, you're surprised she hasn’t lunged across the table yet.

“I’m sure we can find something for you to do.” Toni sighs.

“I’ll need her, we have several projects in the works.” Cole’s words are a clear declaration. He’s a calm and collected guy but he doesn’t like anyone bossing his people around.

“Of course,” she nods, strumming her fingers on the table, eyes narrowing as she looks you over. “I look forward to working with you both.”

The minute the two of you are alone, Cole turns to you and whistles. “What did you do to piss her off?”

“Nothing!” you sputter. “I’ve never met her before.”

“Maybe it’s the suit,” he jokes.

-

“You didn’t tell me you and Lady Toni go way back.” You get up from your perch on his bed, slinking toward him.

“I didn’t think about it.” Sam shrugs, writing in his notebook without looking up.

“She’s sort of...hostile.”

“That’s what makes her good,” he responds, turning a page. “She’s a pit bull.”

“Well, she definitely hates me. I’m not sure what you told her, but it must have been some real shit, because I could feel her death rays from across the room.”

“Did she say something to you?” He puts his pen down, glancing up.

“It’s less what she said and more how she said it.”

“If it becomes a problem you should let me know.”

“Okay.” You watch him, his jaw shifting while he thinks. You know this look well. He’s trying to decide if he’s going to tell you something.

“I want to be upfront with you.” He takes off his glasses, setting them on the table.

“I want that too,” you agree.

“I’m not so sure you do.”

“Why do you say that?”

“Toni used to…” He stops to regroup. “We were together for a period of time.”

“Together as in...fucking or dating?”

“Both,” he explains.

“Oh.” You have to admit, you’re taken aback and instantly jealous. Of course he’s had sexual partners before you, but you prefer not to think about that.

“It wasn’t anything like what we have. She’s a cold person. There was no emotional component, it was strictly physical. We’ve remained in contact over the years. She’s a trusted colleague and friend.”

You’re quiet, contemplating exactly what that means. There’s an immediate embarrassment that starts in your heart and flushes out until your cheeks are burning. The party at Nick Luster’s place was different, but the idea of the people you work with knowing about your dynamic, specifically you as a submissive, is a fact that you would prefer to stay between you and Sam.

There’s a complex push and pull. During sex, Sam will use the idea of public humiliation as a turn on, and it is. But only as a fantasy. The thought of Toni Bevell with that kind of intimate knowledge is too much.

“Did you two...were you like us?” You’re struggling to find the right thing to ask. “Did she enjoy the same things I do?”

“No,” he answers quickly, making no move to get up from his seat. “I got bored quickly, but she was easy and available.”

“I see,” you look away from him, unsure how you’re supposed to react to this information.

“Are you upset with me?”

“For what? You didn’t do anything wrong.” You sit on the couch next to him.

“You look like you’re upset.”

“I’m jealous,” you admit, looking him in the eyes, those eyes that draw you in and hold you there. “Thinking about you with someone else is uncomfortable, but I’m glad you told me. Did you tell her about me? About us?”

“Yes.” He slides a hand over your knee. “She asked me about my life, and I told her I was seeing you. I trust her discretion.”

“Does she know about our...dynamic?”

Sam’s forehead wrinkles, displeased with your question.

“Of course not. I wouldn’t do that to you. I don’t talk about my sex life, especially with someone I’ve slept with.”

“Right.” You relax back against the couch. “Of course you wouldn’t.”

Sam looks tired. He’s been working sixteen-hour days and not getting enough sleep. It’s starting to take a toll.

“Is there anything else you’d like to know?” he offers. He’s hovering somewhere between annoyed with the implication and trying to remain open and honest.

“I don’t think so. I’m glad you told me,” you answer. The two of you look at each other in silence before you lean forward and kiss him on the lips. He’s tense, mouth in a tight purse as he returns the gesture. You pull back, examining him. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing to do with you,” he sighs, giving your arm a squeeze.

“Do you want me to go so you can get some work done?” You point at his computer.

“No, I want you to stay.”

He looks...sad, maybe defeated or perhaps it’s something else. There’s been something going on for a while now. He’s been a freight train barrelling forward with a power and speed that’s unstoppable. It doesn’t seem to matter if he’s focused you, the house or his career, whatever has his attention he’s pushing further and faster as if he’s racing toward the finish line under some elusive threat.

“How’s your ass?” he asks, snapping you back to attention.

“Tender,” you grin, eyes fluttering away from his stare.

“I bet,” he rubs his thumb over his index finger, lost in thought before sitting back and tapping a hand on his leg. “Show me.”

“Now?” you look around at his open documents strewn over the table.

“Yes,” he shifts the tone of the interaction. “Now.”

There’s that familiar tingle, the excitement beginning to build. You rise to your knees, pulling the skirt up over your hips and crawl to him, laying carefully over his lap.

“Jesus,” he gasps. A big, warm hand softly smoothes over a butt cheek. “This had to hurt.”

He’s never seen marks like this on you before. You got a good look this morning at the black and blue welts across most of your backside. You’ve been encouraging him, and in turn yourself, for more each time. A little harder, a few more strokes. Not only does it build the pleasure for you but you love the ache it leaves for days afterward.

“I like it.” You wiggle in his lap.

“Stay still.” This command is accompanied by a small, stinging smack to your left side that makes you yelp in surprise.

He slips into this mode so easily and it’s clearly where he’s most comfortable. When the two of you are occupying this space, there are clearly defined roles, dominant and submissive, and he doesn’t have to think. This part of Sam operates on autopilot. He’s still learning to navigate the waters of being in a relationship, and truth be told, so are you. You’ve only dated a few guys and even that doesn’t compare. Sam is in a league of his own and there are times when you feel the same pressure of doing everything the right way.

When the two of you are like this, everything is suddenly effortless. The way he speaks, touches, fucks, it’s all unadulterated instincts. You and Sam have a natural rhythm, unlike any connection you’ve experienced before.

-

Sam’s uncomfortable with the entire conversation.

His “relationship” with Toni ended a decade ago and even then it was nothing more than an easy way to get laid. They were both busy, focused on nurturing fledgling careers. Neither with time to meet or date someone new. So they fucked.

Toni was far too much of a control freak to ever let him be the dominant one. She had trouble letting go, giving in, and in the end Sam realized that was what he needed, more so than blowing his load a couple of times a week. It was only satisfying for those few seconds of his release and then the satisfaction melted away like water down a drain. By the time he got out of bed, he was itching for something more.

He broke it off, told her they were done and walked out of her apartment when she started to argue. It was years before he heard from her again. And when she walked back into his life he was different, their dynamic was different. It was all business and she’s damn good at what she does. So when she was in the market and looking to make a change, he made her an offer, and a salary, she couldn’t refuse.

He could see the levity drain from your face the moment he said the words. We were together for a period of time.

He wasn’t sure if he should say anything but he’d made a promise to be upfront, and he’d want to know if you had screwed some guy he was working with. But then that look washed over your face and his stomach dropped.

It’s not that you’re skittish, in fact, you’ve proven to be quite the opposite. But he’s already put you through more than any rational person should put up with and he’d prefer to keep you from more unpleasant details.

Then you asked if she knew about the details. Red-cheeked and embarrassed you found the wherewithal to ask despite your apprehension. Instant offense rose into his throat, but he held back. He does that with you, only with you, holds back the harsher responses he lets fly on everyone else.

All he wanted was to redirect the conversation and shifting the entire scenario was the best way he knew how.

Now you’re laid out over his lap, bare ass still black and blue as you try desperately not to wiggle. God, your ass. He loves this ass, in fact, he loves every inch of your body. Someday Sam intends to take you on a vacation somewhere tropical, secluded, and keep you naked for a whole week so he can look at you whenever he wants.

But this will do for now.

“Sam,” you whine, both legs flexing.

Your voice snaps him back into the moment. Who knows how long he was lost in his own thoughts, but the waiting is part of what turns you on, so it works to his advantage.

“Shhh.” He smacks one cheek with an open palm, lighter than he normally would. You’re sporting some serious bruises. “Are you wet?”

“Yes,” you answer immediately, cheek pressed into the couch cushion.

Of course, you are. If he believed in fate he’d have to think you were made for each other. Sam needs control, now more than ever and you’re always willing to give it.

“I’m going to make you cum,” he explains, running a palm over your ass. “And that will be your last orgasm for a week. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Mr. Winchester,” you whisper.

Jesus Christ. His cock throbs in his pants. Those words get him every fucking time.

“What do you want right now?” he asks. Moving his hand between your legs he strokes the tip of his thumb through your folds. He can feel the heat between your thighs before he even touches you. And then that wet slick inviting him inside.

“I want you to fuck me.” Your voice is fractured, a broken wheeze as you suck in a breath, vibrating at his touch.

He’d love to fuck you, but he won’t. Maybe later tonight, but not yet. He likes to make himself wait, the build up makes it even sweeter. Being inside, feeling your warm little body writhe and wriggle underneath him is a reward he only allows himself in moderation.

“You want me here?” He presses his thumb at the opening of your cunt and you moan, your entire body twisting across his lap.

“Yes, please!”

The best part about you is that there is no act. You don’t put on a show for him, you’re just as desperate as you sound.

“Not today,” he explains casually, swatting your ass.

“Fuck,” you groan, turning your head to rest on the other cheek. He can see your face, eyes squinched shut, mouth open as you struggle to stay in place.

“Control yourself,” he commands and you instantly stop squirming.

Sam grins, adjusting his hips underneath your weight. His erection is painful but this isn’t about him. This moment is about you and the ways he can make your body respond.

Dipping his thumb back into your slick, he rubs up and down between the lips of your pussy, the tip brushing your clit. You gasp and rock forward, mouth opening and closing. Once his thumb is coated in your own arousal he moves back up to your ass, pulling your cheeks apart and pressing his thumb at the tight ring of muscle.

He watches your face as he presses his thumb inside. Your body fights it at first but he just keeps the pressure until you open up and he pops inside. He normally uses more lubrication but you like the pain.

You groan, face twisting in pleasure and discomfort as he forces himself inside.

His reach is long enough that his other fingers can easily get to your clit and he begins to stroke up your dripping cunt and tapping your clit as his thumb moves in rhythm, in and out of your ass.

It’s an easy slide back and forth over your bud and your hips begin to move with his hand. He could tell you to stop, but he likes to watch you like this. Desperate to take more of whatever he’s got to give. Fuck. If this isn’t over soon he might cum in his pants.

“Sam,” you moan, eyes opening and closing, but seeing nothing. You’ve got that signature glassy-eyed stare you always get when you’re getting closer. “May I cum?”

“Yes,” he nearly chokes on his words. Shoving his thumb as deep as he can, he works your clit faster and harder. It’s not even thirty seconds before your orgasm takes over.

You let out a long, low moan as your ass tightens around his thumb and your empty cunt clutches around nothing. He loves watching you orgasm, he can see your body consumed in pleasure as you pulse and release again and again until you’re boneless, laying across his lap.

There’s no better feeling in the world than watching you like this.

Sam’s felt like this about one other person, but that was a long time ago. And he and Jess were kids. It didn’t feel like it at the time, but it’s true. That relationship and this thing with you are uncomparable.

He wants you all the time, he thinks about you obsessively and wonders when the universe is going to take it all away. You moan again and he slips back into the moment.

You’re soaked, glistening wet over your pussy and on his fingers. He pulls his hand away, fighting against the swelling lust.

Sam is finding less and less restraint when it comes to you.

“Fuck it,” he murmurs, sliding out from underneath you. Making a muffled sound you look back at him as he gets on his knees between your thighs. Sam watches, licking his lips as you raise your hips up and back toward him as an invitation. He unbuckles his belt and unzips his pants in record time, yanking his dick from his underwear.

Fisting his cock, he takes another moment to admire you like this, belly down and presenting yourself like you want it as bad as he does. He’s so fucking hard he can barely stand it as he lines himself up and catches the head of his cock in your pussy. He slides forward in one quick thrust as your body opens up, stretching wide to take all of him inside.

His eyes roll back in his head as his balls rock forward. You’re hot taffy squeezing around his cock, sopping, practically on fire from your orgasm and gripping every inch of his shaft as he pulls outs, only to push back in. You whine and pant, twisting on his cock, shoving your body against him begging for more. Sam wants more too, he wants all of your body and mind and anything else you’re willing to give to him. He wants you warm and wet like this. He wants you calm and quiet when you’re lying next to him at night.

He knows he’s got a big dick but the way your cunt grips him, the sight of your stretched out pussy sliding up and down his length makes him feel twice as big.

“Sam,” you moan his name, lifting yourself up onto your forearms, thrusting backward into the shove of his hips. He grabs a fist full of your hair, admiring the way your back arches and the angle changes.  “Fuck, Sam, right there!”

“You like that?” he asks, jaw clenched tight as he thrusts fast. “Want me to cum inside you?”

“Yes! Please!”

You’re close to another orgasm, he knows your body well enough to recognize the wind up. Your ass is making a familiar skin-on-skin smacking sound as it meets his hips, accompanied by the wet, squelch of your cunt taking his cock again and again and again.

“Don’t cum,” he instructs, feeling his balls go tight. He smacks your right butt cheek twice, two quick whaps that send you reeling. He doesn’t really give a shit if you cum, in fact he hopes you do. There’s nothing better than you trying to fight it off and end up cumming on his cock when you can’t hold it back anymore.

“I can’t,” you sputter, twisting your neck to try and look at him. “Oh god, please. I’m gonna-”

And then you cum for the second time that evening, sucking and squeezing around him. Your tight little cunt flutters around his dick and he pushes as far inside as he can get as he cums.

It always starts as warmth in his stomach and a tingling in his balls. It builds and builds and then explodes, pulsing through his veins while he empties inside you. He huffs, mouth sealed shut, deep breath in and out through his nose as he comes back down from the high.

You’re lying still underneath him, back rising and falling while you wait for him to join you. With both hands on your hips he pulls his cock back, nice and slow so he feels the crown drag along your walls one final time. The head pops free and he waits, watches, feeling overwhelming satisfaction when his cum trickles back out, creamy white dripping over your clit.

“Sorry,” you try to look back at him, face bright red. You want so badly to please him, to obey. “I couldn’t help it.”

Sam smiles, sitting up and tapping your side as an indication to roll over.

“Bad girl,” he grins, settling back between your thighs, leaning down for a kiss. Your hot breath and eager lips as you press upward, always wanting more of this more intimate connection. “You need to learn discipline,” he mumbles over your lips, the tip of his nose pressing into your cheek.

“Good thing I have a dedicated teacher,” you laugh, thighs squeezing his waist and mouth finding his. You’re pressing up into his weight, wet pussy sliding over the skin just above the base of his cock. Everything about you is designed to distract him from the rest of the world. He wants to stay in this moment, to carry you to bed and get lost in the sweet smell of your hair and the warm, soft slide of your skin. But that’s not reality.

 “I have a meeting.”

“Seriously?” You’re displeased, staring up at him.

“Drinks with senior staff.”

“With Toni?” you ask casually.

There is it. That hitch in your voice, left eye twitching, pupils contracting. You have a thousand tells despite the fact you consider yourself to have a solid poker face.

“Yes, she’ll be there,” he confirms, dipping down for one last kiss before peeling himself away, leaving you spread wide on his couch. He doesn’t want to look at you, can’t stand the line that forms in the center your forehead when you’re hurt and trying to conceal it. “I’m going to spend time with her while we’re here. It's unavoidable. And you’re going to work with her.”

“I know,” you sit up, that lazy wash of happiness draining away. “I just...I’m still processing the information that you two were lovers.”

“No,” Sam snorts, pulling his shirt over his head, and turning to face you. “Not lovers.”

“Fuck buddies,” you shrug, cheeks flushing a fresh shade of crimson.

“Is this a problem?” he asks, turning away and heading to the closet to find a fresh suit.

“No, it’s just, I don’t like it. I don’t have to like it. But I’m an adult and I’ll deal with it.” You’re mad at him, but it’s a valiant attempt at not letting it show.

If he weren’t so gun shy about being outed, he’d bring you with him. But you’ve made it clear you’re not ready for that yet and he understands. Being with him, publically, will change the entire trajectory of your life.

“I'll be back in a couple of hours.” He watches your back as you walk to the bathroom.

“Okay,” you raise a hand in acknowledgment without turning to look at him. “I hope you have a good time.”

[hellomynameisbisexual]

How Do Bi Parents Come Out to Their Kids?

It’s not always straightforward.

By Lux Alptraum

As the author of multiple memoirs, psychotherapist Wendy C. Ortiz, M.F.T., is no stranger to personal disclosures. In her books, she’s told readers about her teenage sexual exploits and her struggles as a 20-something Angeleno, and she’s even provided lengthy descriptions of her dreams. But over the past few years, Ortiz has been navigating a different disclosure wholly unlike the ones that have shaped her literary career: coming out as bisexual to her young daughter.

“We’re still trying to find a way to explain it without opening a can of worms that we are not quite prepared for yet,” Ortiz tells SELF.

Ortiz’s nine-year-old daughter has always been aware that her parents are not straight—being raised in a household with two moms made that evident. But Ortiz’s bisexuality has been a more complicated identity to discuss, one that expands beyond her current relationship and encompasses a broader swath of who she is as a person. Over the past few years, she’s been experimenting with how to be open and honest with her daughter in an age-appropriate, accessible way that offers comfort and clarity rather than just creating more confusion. Though Ortiz and her family have started the conversation, it remains a work in progress.

She’s hardly the only parent to find herself in this situation.

There are a lot of reasons bi parents choose to come out. For many bi parents, sharing their identity can feel essential to providing their children with an open-minded understanding of the world around them. “I’ve always wanted to give my son what I didn’t have growing up,” Ellie W., 25, tells SELF. Her own religious upbringing didn’t include open conversations about sex and identity.

For others, being out about their identity can feel like a way of encouraging honest communication with their children. “I decided relatively early on in my then partner’s pregnancy that I wasn’t going to be secretive about stuff, because I had dealt with a lot of secretive approaches in my own family around all sorts of things. It was bad for me and also bad for the rest of the family,” Jerome C., 44, tells SELF.

And in a political environment that’s increasingly hostile to LGBTQ+ folk, some parents see informing their children about their bisexuality as an important part of preparing their kids for the future. “To be trans and bi is to be pretty visible,” Nola P., 36, tells SELF. “I wanted to make sure that they understood some of the things that might happen, and how it might affect our family directly.”

That sense of community, identity, and visibility is a big part of why some parents might feel driven to open up this discussion with their kids. Being open about your bi identity can help combat bisexual erasure and help kids understand bisexuality not just as an abstract concept but as the identity of someone they’re close to. It can also help create a sense of open dialogue that will serve kids later in life if they wind up identifying as queer.

“Parents might think in the back of their heads, Well, what if my child was bisexual? I would want them to feel like they could come out to me. So I should come out to them and be that role model that they deserve,” Dan Rice, M.Ed., executive director at the sex education organization Answer at Rutgers University, tells SELF.

Indeed, Mike F., 42, was prompted to come out to his teenage daughter after she came out to him first. “I don’t remember the exact conversation, but she made a joke about not being ‘exactly straight,’ and I said, ‘You and me both, baby girl.’ She paused, looked at me, and said, ‘Cool,’” he tells SELF.

Of course, there are a few reasons coming out as bisexual to your kids can be complicated. For one, bi parents who choose to broach this topic with their children run the risk of facing judgment from family members, friends, and community members who consider this disclosure to be TMI. On a popular podcast I listen to, a women’s health expert advised an audience member against coming out to her daughter as bi, saying that it was a discussion best reserved for older kids. The expert’s reasoning? The audience member’s young child wasn’t ready to hear about who her mommy liked to have sex with.

Um. While most of us would agree that frank discussions of adults’ sex lives aren’t an appropriate topic for children, coming out as bisexual to your kids in no way means giving them an extensive overview of everyone you’ve slept with (and how). “Being bi isn’t just about how you have sex and who you have sex with, it’s about how you understand desire and love and connection and community,” Cory Silverberg, an award-winning sex educator and author of Sex Is a Funny Word, tells SELF.

Though some parents might fret about the possibility of burdening their children with too much information at too young an age, Rice doesn’t think parents need to worry about having this conversation too soon. “It’s never too early,” he says. “What we’re explaining to children is love, and who we love and have a special love for. Children understand love.”

Then there’s the fact that starting the conversation can feel complicated and intimidating. A simple way in might be a casual disclosure during a discussion about different styles of relationships, something like, “Some people fall in love with people of a different gender, some people fall in love with people of their own gender, and some people, like me, can fall in love with people of any gender.”

It’s also key to keep in mind that your kid might not react with enthusiasm or even interest. “This could be a conversation that the parent might hope is longer, but maybe the kid isn’t interested, and it’s something to come back to,” says Ortiz, who in addition to navigating this on her own also works with many queer patients as a psychotherapist. Ortiz recommends mainly letting the child lead the discussion: Tie your disclosures to questions they’ve brought up about relationships or love or identity rather than forcing them to listen to a personal monologue that they’re not ready for or couldn’t care less about right now.

In Jerome’s case, he first discussed gender and sexuality with his son when the child was nine. “It was around that time that one of his cousins came out as transgender, so that gave me the opening,” he says. “I tried to make it ‘not a big deal,’ which meant that, in turn, he didn’t seem particularly fazed by anything I was saying or talking about.”

Above all, it’s important to remind your kid that having a bisexual parent doesn’t change things or mean that their life isn’t going to be the same. Even if this information is new to them, it doesn’t change who you are: a parent who loves them very much.

For many, this is bound to be an ongoing discussion, not a single conversation. The conversation you have with your kids about your sexual identity is likely to shift and expand over the years as your children get older and better able to understand more complex topics. Silverberg recommends using pop culture as an entry point to additional conversations. If you’re watching a Disney movie, for instance, you can remind your child that not all princesses marry princes: Some might marry other princesses, some might be happy with either option, and some might decide they’re not interested in marriage at all.

This can be especially useful for younger children. Ellie says her son is too young to understand sexual and romantic attraction, so she describes her own partners as “friends” but encourages him to observe diversity in the world around him. “He seems entirely [unbothered] by the idea that some children can have two mamas or two dadas or two mamas and one dada,” she says. “He found it quite amusing that there are infinite possibilities of how to make up a family.”

In Ortiz’s own home, the conversations about identity started around the time her daughter turned six. It was something, she tells me, that largely happened organically. When her daughter started talking about kids at school having crushes on each other, Ortiz and her partner gently brought up the idea that people can have crushes on someone the same gender as them as well as on people of different genders. Meanwhile, shows like the cartoon Steven Universe showcase queer relationships in a fun and casual way and have given the family an opportunity to talk about the wide variety of relationships humans might arrange ourselves in.

When Ortiz’s daughter stumbled on photos of Ortiz with an old boyfriend, Ortiz didn’t shy away from being honest about who that person was in her life. “In the last year we’ve approached the subject that I was once married to a man,” Ortiz says. “It’s like, ‘Oh, this is Mommy’s identity,’ versus her other mother who identifies as lesbian.”

As the years have passed, it’s become clear that the many conversations they’ve had about identity and relationships have had an impact on Ortiz’s daughter. When she talks about the future, Ortiz says, her daughter leaves the question of her own orientation open. “She will preface by saying, ‘And I might be with a girl or a boy.’” Thanks to her mothers’ openness about their own identities, she’s able to be confident that whomever her future relationships end up being with, she’ll have the support and love of her family. Which is, of course, what truly matters.

[bunny-hoodlum]

21 Days | Chapter One

Hinata is meeting up her anon friend 'Swirly_boi'. She's about to meet up with the last person she ever thought she would.

Pairing: NaruHina

Rating: Explicit

Genre/Tags: ModernAU, Smut, Angst, Fluff, PwP

Note: The spiritual successor to my old lemon 'Unless The World Were to End' (2012).

Today her hair is as straight as she can manage it, because normally at work it's done up and iron-curled to all hell.

She can't decide whether to keep it down or up.

If it's down, she imagines his hand will pull it away to access to her neck.

If it's up, she imagines him pulling the scrunchie loose to watch how her hair falls about her like silk.

Well, it's not that silky anymore, but it sure would be ideal if he thought it was.

Her work clothes are unlike herself; ostentatious, shimmering, quite on the revealing side.

Today, despite the intentions of their plans, she would like to go as herself.

To feel like herself.

She gets way too much drunken validation as is. She'd like something honest today, much like the refreshing conversations they've had online the past eight months.

She can't figure out if they're genuinely friends. She can't imagine they could stay friends after today. It would be too weird.

Somewhere along the way, he had mentioned his dislike of being a virgin at twenty years young. And somewhere along the way he got her to admit that she too was still a virgin.

No, actually he didn't 'get' her to admit it at all. She had always been quick to soothe someone else's concerns, to bring herself down to their level or lower just so they can see they're not alone. He told her something so personal that she absolutely had to pay it forward.

But she may have oversold herself a little.

She didn't feel nearly as badly as he did about being a virgin. She always thought she'd die one. Neither happily nor unhappily.

But he didn't want to be one anymore, and she was all too available.

Did she over-commit? Was this decision actually more immoral than it was moral? Was she manipulating someone into bed?

Was she confirming anti-feminist beliefs that women are just sex objects? Or was she supporting feminists beliefs by owning her sexual willingness?

Or was she disrespecting the only friend she had left by secretly providing pity intercourse?

"How do I keep doing this to myself?" Her feet began to drag with the weight of her growing guilt.

She thought she was doing a kindness.

She always thought that.

But it never turned out the way she wanted.

She could only fear how this would end.

Still... somehow, some way, they had formed a pact: As two loveless losers, they would shed their virgin status together and rejoin the world as less of the losers they once were.

When they had the same days free, they would meet up at the red overpass in Akamori Ward, just five blocks from Love Hotel Hill.

And they were gonna…

Hyuuga Hinata slaps her burning cheeks. Even in her own mind, she can't complete that sentence. This curse of hers, of her own dysfunctional traits, has stolen every bit of patience she has left for herself.

She's tired of the way she relies on daydreams to experience flawless interaction with another individual.

She's tired of the way her body jumps and shrinks instinctively when under intense scrutiny.

Tired of the way she feels heavy and dizzy at the same time, all the time. How she would just rather sleep her life away pretending she had lived it well.

Tired of the overthinking, the score-keeping, the negative feedback loop reminding her she should have born as a spirit of seran wrap. At least then, she'd represent something useful, while being every bit as flimsy and invisible as she already is.

But this isn't how she wants to start their day together.

If he picks up on her negativity, he might change his mind. And if he's too nice, he'll go home disappointed.

Stop it! Stop it!

She gives herself another assessment.

She's no good at fashion, but she tried.

She made sure she copied the third image from her 'cute casual fashion' search to a T.

Her hair is pulled to the side so it drapes behind her right ear. She left the ends curled, afraid of damaging it further if she finished off with her straightener.

She's wearing a black pinafore jumper. The straps are pushing the breasts she used to hate so much together even more than her push-up bra is, and the buttoned front stops just beneath their swell. Her white t-shirt is simple, a ribbed high neck style.

Hopefully she looked cute enough to hide all her 'dark, weirdness'.

Her kitten heel mules clap a slow, despondent beat as she nears the red bridge.

She's an hour early because she needs the extra time to pull herself together.

And because she's the type of idiot who physically waffles.

One second, she's about to flake and then immediately ghost.

The next second, she's balling her fists and huffing with the hot steam of fresh determination.

And then she's off to flake, because status quo is her god and everything else is a danger to her mental health.

No, I'm worth it! Therefore I'm staying!

Oh but, why would I ever think that?

Because-- Because I'm also a female!

No, no, that's not a good enough reason…

Hinata drapes across the crimson rail and scratches at the paint.

There was a time when she was a part of something. Sort of.

Junior High at Konoha South.

The second years and third years all referred to them as the Rookie Nine. She doesn't know how she ended up grouped with them. At most she felt like she was an honorary member because she happened to float in their periphery just often enough.

Speaking of periphery floaters, she's starting to see hers, which means she really is getting older. The way they run away the moment she spots them is something she can empathize with. A bit too strongly, actually.

Hinata edges away from the rail, she turns to leave because anxiety has taken the wheel again.

"Hey!"

Hinata stiffens as though a bomb had exploded behind her.

"Are you 'little bird'?"

She nods stiffly. There's scratchy quality to her friend's voice, it's kind of sweet, like they still haven't fully exited their boyhood.

But it's deep enough, too. He's definitely her age.

"Were you about to leave?"

Oh god, I'm wretched. She shakes her head and steadies herself with the rail. Okay. No where else to go. Turning around now. Turning around… turning around…

Black basketball shoes, black joggers, white A-shirt, light orange cotton jacket… tanned skin, almost ruddy… blue eyes, blond--

Hinata locks up. Not because he looks better than she could've possibly imagined, but because--

"You… You moved."

Five years ago.

When their junior high days were behind them and it was time to choose: Stay and finish up at Konoha North. Or move onto a private education.

Uzumaki Naruto didn't have either of those choices.

Wait a second… She no longer sees the immense confusion on his face as she dives deep into her memories.

Exactly eight months ago…

Post: WELCOME HOME ME!

Swirly_boi: Hey, so I just got back in town. I've been in Uzushio for the past four years and I'm feeling like an outsider all over again… Anyone cool wanna show me around? Preferably a hot babe. And by 'hot', I mean H-cup hot.

What possessed her to answer him, she didn't know.

Maybe because she happened to be an H-cup?

Or because he felt like an outsider?

It had taken her two weeks of stalking his thread to work up the nerve. His audacity sure had been his downfall, for no one had taken pity on him until her. Even then, she had to convince herself it wasn't truly pity if she had been curious all along.

But it all made sense now.

Flames crawled from the pit of her stomach up to her face.

Her head craned slowly down in little increments, as each and every conversation they had collided to the forefront.

She had told him… so many things… so many… embarrassing… lurid things…

She turned round to run, but his big warm hand clamped down around her wrist.

For her, it was like red hot iron brand searing her skin open.

"Whoa, Hinata?! What's your problem?!"

It's as if some primitive error code in her brain is going off: 'You're rejecting Naruto-kun. You're rejecting Naruto-kun. You're rejecting Naru--'

Hinata squeezes her eyes shut before allowing her wrist to go limp. She swallows and side-eyes him.

He's more than a head taller than her now. He's wearing his hair all short and clean cut too, that it's not even fair. Her inhibitions are nothing against the might of his good looks.

And yet his good looks are strained by the hurt pinching his face.

She doesn't know how to feel. Happy that she incited such a reaction? That she matters somehow? Awful that she made him feel even more like an outsider?

Awful. Her mind and her heart chooses to feel awful. As always.

"W,Welcome home… Naruto-kun…"

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[toumakibangs]

This is my family: I found it all on my own. [Part V. Christmas]

SERVICE NOTE: Here we are with the last prompts of the TouMaki Month! I’m so very sorry for the delay, but I went long with writing because of work issues and after that I’ve been without internet for a while (still am, technically)! If you’re reading this, it means that he last fics have been queued and they’re being uploaded as we speak: a post every two hours, from 3pm to 5am, CEST time. My advice is to check the blog if you don’t want to miss any, because if you’re going to browse the tags (‘toumaki month 2018’ and ‘toumaki’), Tumblr will only show you three posts per blog.

Anyway, at 7am CEST time we’ll upload a recap post featuring ALL the entries to the Month, so you can browse them more easily (I’m also saving the final Goodbyes and Thank You-s for then).

My apologies again for the wobbly schedule and I hope you’ll enjoy these last fireworks!

Prompt: “Quiet! They can hear us”

Jules’ Notes: The long-awaited conclusion of our multichaptered SingleDads!AU! :D

The package that Makishima is holding hits the doorframe with a thud and Toudou hisses.

- Quiet! They can hear us!

- They could hear us just fine even an hour ago, but I didn’t see you getting so worked up and worried over that, earlier.

- That’s a lie and you know it!

- I had to press a pillow into your face to muffle the noise.

- It was just. One. Time. Besides, this is different: I would have never wanted to get interrupted by either of our toddlers, but them hearing us during this? It’s going to ruin their Christmas, and I cannot allow it.

Makishima regards him with high eyebrows and a newly found respect.

- Neither can I. Which is why I was trying to be as silent as possible. But evidently I was not silent enough.

- Let me help. They called me Sleeping Beauty in high-school because I could move in perfect silence, especially while dealing with bicycles.

- I asked Arakita and he said they all called you Forest Ninja behind your back.

Toudou loses his composure.

- That’s so lame and absolutely not true!

- Shut up!!! They will hear us!

Toudou slaps his hand over his mouth and lets Makishima take the lead.

It’s Christmas night, Makishima invited Toudou and his child over to celebrate the holiday the Western way and right now they’re leaving tiny, wrapped-up bikes (complete with helmets and training wheels) under the tree for Sakamichi and Sangaku to find, come morning.

They’re also easing their way into a relationship that looks more and more promising as days go by. It’s not the first night they spend together, but it’s the first time they do it with the kids in the house. Said kids are currently sleeping in Sakamichi’s bed (large enough for the two of them), although not out of their own volition: they’ve tried to stay up late to meet Santa, offer him warm milk and biscuits and ask him how he manages to bring presents to all the good children of the world in one night, but sleep won them over a little before 11pm. The parents tucked them in and were planning on setting up the morning scene before retiring into the privacy of Makishima’s bedroom themselves, but someone had to drink the milk and eat the cookies, and the couch was very comfortable, and they had not indulged in some little display of affection for the whole day – so one thing led to another and it wasn’t until late into the night that they got up and retrieved the presents.

The bikes were Toudou’s idea, one that Makishima agreed with wholeheartedly: there were biking circuits at the parks they attended and paths easily accessible in the mountains that the boys would have loved to ride. Engaging in some kind of sport would have done both Sakamichi and Sangaku good, and they had been talking endlessly about bikes since the time they had crossed a bunch of cyclist during their last trip to Hakone. Their enthusiasm for the sport had skyrocketed when they had learned that both their parents were well versed in the art of road racing, and held a special interest in climbing hills. That bit of information had been a pleasant surprise for the adults too, one that had kept them up over a beer or three in Toudou’s apartment one evening when Tadokoro’s sons had invited Sakamichi and Shunsuke for a sleepover and Sangaku was spending the night with Toudou’s sister. They had attested, on that occasion, that both of them indeed sported the leg muscles of people who cycled regularly.

When the bikes are safely nestled under the lower branches of the tree, partially hidden by the garlands and shiny baubles that he and Sakamichi picked together last year to celebrate their first Christmas as a family (but still very much visible for the attentive eyes of over-excited children who are looking for presents), Makishima stands up and offers his hand to Toudou, leading him into his bedroom. He closes the door without making a sound, and gasps softly (more out of pleasure than of surprise) at the warm body suddenly pressed against his back. He trails his fingers over the toned arms loosely draped around his waist and leans back until he only has to turn his head to press his lips on Toudou’s cheek and jaw, making him shiver.

- Hello.

Toudou finds his lips again and Makishima turns into his arms to kiss him in a more comfortable position. It passed virtually no time since they snogged each other on the couch, but the privacy of a bedroom awakens even the most dormant libido and it’s not long since both of them feel the need of make things horizontal and take them onto a mattress. It’s new, this kind of longing: though a late bloomer, Makishima has always been familiar with sexual urges and the craving of an intimate touch, but while in his early twenties, also thanks to an alternate lifestyle and work environment, he’d given in to all of them and indulged in lots of sex, casual and not, now it’s different.  He’s not changed in the sense that he’s lost interest in sex, but he’d had other priorities, lately, and found another kind of balance that was too precious to disrupt with flings and too demanding to leave him time for a relationship. But Toudou fitted in that balance because he had stemmed from it, falling into Makishima’s lap when he least expected it, when he’d given up on this side of his life – maybe not for good, but certainly for the time being. Toudou makes his stomach clench and his hands itch, he awakens latent cravings and sates them with an expert touch and no rush. Being with Toudou is comfortable in the way relationships while being a single gay parent never are. Their schedules don’t always match, but they do very often. They both understand when the other has to call off their planned date because his child has an upset stomach, or because the day was just too long. They don’t roll their eyes when the other ends up talking about his kid for most of the time, because they know what it feels like, needing to vent, needing a friendly ear, needing someone that knows what it’s like. Being with Toudou when it’s just the two of them behind closed doors, toddlers safely forgotten for a couple of hours, is satisfying in all the ways that count – fulfilling, even when their evenings don’t end in an orgasm. They haven’t been able to really sleep together many times, so far: there are just so many nights off a single parent can take, but Makishima doesn’t feel sappy to admit they’ve been magical. And magical is this one too, and not only because it’s Christmas.

Makishima tugs him down on the bed and kisses back, soft and pliant, and Toudou rediscovers what it means caring for someone that is not his son. Because Makishima, in a totally different way from Sangaku, rekindles his instinct to protect and care for someone else. For an adult, for an equal, for an independent human being that doesn’t really need a shelter, but you want to provide for anyway – because everyone needs a little pampering every now and then and, above all, because it makes you happy. And it makes Toudou happy indeed, to be wanted like this, to be craved for the man he is. Makishima’s hands on his body are a blessed reminder that he’s still made of flesh and blood, and that he has yet to stop giving on such department. The time they spend together with or without their sons, the laughs they share, the intimacy – he feels like a perpetually starving man whom only these things can sate. Makishima quenches his thirst and eases his mind, holds him up when he feels wobbly and shows him some colour when he feels blue. Makishima reminds him every day that being a single parent doesn’t mean being single in every sense of the word, not to mention alone. Makishima sends sparks through his body and milks it dry like it’s the most natural thing in the world, and it probably is, now that he thinks about it. And it can be even if they both are responsible for two young children with a troubled history. He sleeps better, when he does so with Makishima. He wakes up much more rested, after passing an evening or a couple of hours alone together – and it’s such an addicting sensation that he’s not ashamed to admit he’s been doing everything in his powers to keep feeling it. To make sure nights like this one can be more than a sweet exception.

They didn’t go all the way back in the living room: too risky, and maybe too soon, but they can now – and although they take their sweet time, it almost feels like release comes too soon. It always does, in their opinion. And tonight, more than ever, when they lay back after tidying themselves up (at least one positive thing about having toddlers around is that you’re never out of tissues or wet wipes), half-clothed and drowsy, they feel the bulky and quite cumbersome presence of the elephant in the room. Toudou addresses it and his doubts, but he knows he’s speaking for both of them and maybe, just maybe, he hopes that the night, on virtue of being Christmas and, therefore, holding a magic of its own, will bring the best answers.

- What do we do, now?

Makishima curls up on his left side to mirror Toudou’s stance and look at him.

- About what?

- This. Us.

Makishima sighs and rubs his face and eyes. Toudou instinctively brings up a hand to rub his arm and caress his head. Makishima holds onto it.

- I don’t know, honestly.

- Come here, please.

Makishima rolls into his embrace, but Toudou feels like he’s the one being held and supported – that’s the kind of power Makishima has on him.

- I… I don’t know if I can keep doing this, Maki-chan.

Makishima tenses and Toudou makes a shushing, soothing sound not very different from the ones he uses with Sangaku, when he fusses.

- …d-do you want to quit?

Toudou hugs him tighter.

- No. Quite the contrary, actually. Do you want to quit, now?

Makishima shakes his head, and pulls him closer.

- Not at all. Quite the contrary, if I could have it my way.

They sigh in unison, minds reeling but tension slightly dissipated now that they have implicitly stated they’re on the same page about their feelings for each other.

- What do we do, then?

Makishima kisses him, and although it doesn’t solve the issue it’s still a welcome, not to mention of fundamental importance in order to put things into perspective, interlude.

- Do you think we should tell the kids?

Toudou sighs.

- They will start asking questions, if we keep this up. Better yet, I feel that if we decide we’re being more open about this and more or less officialising it, they should know the truth.

Makishima nods.

- To be honest, I’m more worried about the reaction of all the other people who might hear about this, and how Sakamichi might respond to that.

Toudou kisses his forehead.

- I know what you mean. But it’s not like we don’t have a trusted net of friends and relatives who might have our backs and, by extension, our kids’. I can’t promise everything will always go smoothly, but I’m positive that our children will always have a safe circle of people they can rely on, and they will always know how much they’re loved.

- I really don’t want to disrupt Sakamichi’s life, right now. Or put my selfish needs before his well-being.

Toudou swallows. He’s asked himself the same thing, over and over, in the past weeks: is it being selfish, on a parent’s part, to think about their own chances at happiness?

- I know I wouldn’t be able to live with myself, if my actions directly caused Sangaku harm or distress, after everything he’s been through and after everything we’ve accomplished together.

- Exactly.

- …but I also think that kids can only benefit from their parents’ happiness. I mean… I’m better, when I’m with you. I feel better, afterwards. More energetic, more relaxed. And Sangaku notices. Because I’m better with him too. I certainly smile more.

Makishima squeezes him in an emotional display of agreement.

- If we tell the children and act transparent, spending so much time at each other’s places wouldn’t be so weird or unusual anymore.

- Indeed, it wouldn’t. Although I believe I will have to hold onto my and Manami’s apartment quite tightly: he has developed a routine and it’s given him a stability I wouldn’t have hoped for. He has improved a lot, lately.

- Me too: Sakamichi has got used to his house and his room – he likes it a lot, here, has a sense of belonging. I can’t take that away from him. Certainly not now.

They sigh again, although it has a more melancholic sound to it, now. This time, it’s Toudou who leans in for a kiss.

- It’s not ideal, but I fear it’s the best we can hope for, at the moment.

Makishima agrees and kisses back.

- We’ll make do, for now.

*

They are woken up by the shrill cries of over-excited children who just found out Santa did indeed leave something for them under the tree – and of course they have to tell their parents first, even if it means barging into Makishima’s bedroom and climbing both on the bed and on top of their respective fathers to jump on their legs until they’re awake. Luckily, they pulled apart during the night, and Sakamichi and Sangaku didn’t catch them in compromising positions.

They get pulled into the living room as soon as they’re awake enough to keep their eyes open for more than three seconds, and once in charge of screaming toddlers running around the sofa and the tree in anticipation, they do indeed forget everything about sleep.

The bikes elicit the intended reaction, and they spend a good part of the early morning mounting all the pieces, taking pictures and checking the weather to promise the children that yes, if they behave and agree on dressing appropriately they can go in the courtyard and try their new bolides after breakfast. Which is a loud and messy affair. But an extremely joyful one, as well.

They manage to have a couple of hours of untainted fun in the open before it starts snowing again, and although they allow the kids to play a little among the snowflakes, it’s soon clear that they’d better get back inside. There’s a little protesting, but the prospect of more presents to open and of a second breakfast made of pancakes is enough to bribe the kids into agreeing.

Sangaku and Sakamichi drew each other Christmas cards at kindergarten, and obviously prepared more elaborate ones for their fathers, full of childish love and devotion and, in Sakamichi’s case, glitter. Toudou and Makishima pretend they don’t see each other’s wet eyes as they thank their kids profusely and coddle them shamelessly.

Toudou has gifted Sakamichi a Love!Hime set of bike decorations and hat, while Makishima got Sangaku a baby-blue backpack for their excursion with tiny angel wings sprouting from the sides. As the children talk excitedly about their new possessions and enjoy the holiday, Toudou touches Makishima’s arm to get his attention.

- Actually, I have something for you too.

It’s a golden necklace that Makishima has mentioned during one of their dates. It’s at the same time perfect and absurd, because Makishima got Toudou a similar one that he, too, noticed during the same date. The instinct is to jump each other’s bones right there right now, but they can’t in front of the kids and settle for helping each other putting on their respective necklaces, although with a little more touching than necessary, maybe.

Then the kids stop playing to look at them, and ask about the presents they’ve just exchanged, because it’s weird for adults to do that, isn’t it?

It takes them just a quick glance to understand and silently agree that yes, this is it, because the atmosphere is perfect, they have the best excuse to introduce the matter and it’s Christmas, which kind of means nothing can go wrong today - therefore this is not only the right moment, but the one and only too. Toudou swallows and clears his throat.

- Sangaku, Sakamichi… – he starts, and he exchanges a pregnant look with Makishima, who smiles at him, takes his hand and nods, giving him courage. The kids look at them expectantly. Toudou takes a deep breath, but Makishima senses his uneasiness and comes to his rescue.

 - Boys, there is something we’d like to tell you.

[floralseokjin]

— off limits | 07 (m)

you've been lusting after your brother’s best friend for a while now, ever since you met him at a house party, flirting it up a storm as you failed to realise who the other was. That was months ago now and things are still awkward, but you can't ignore the sexual tension that's simmers between the two of you…and it keeps getting worse…

pairing | kim seokjin x reader genre/warnings | romance, smut and drama !! who’s about to be found out ?? words | 9,472

» 01 :: 02 :: 03 :: 04 :: 05 :: 06 :: 07 :: 08  ✓

“Jin, have you seen my underwear?” You called from his room, only to be met with silence.

You knew he was in the kitchen cleaning up after breakfast when you’d gone in the shower, but once you’d gotten dressed again you couldn’t find your panties. You had your bra but it was getting very breezy under your skirt right now. You bent down to look under his bed as you gripped the mattress, maybe they’d fallen under when he’d taken them off last night.

Last night…just thinking about it made your heart jump around wildly. This morning Seokjin had surprised you with breakfast in bed and you’d wanted nothing more than to wrap your arms around his strong physique and drag him back under the covers with you. But you couldn’t…because Yoongi was probably back any minute now and you couldn’t chance it. You scowled to yourself at the thought but stood back up, straightening your skirt out because you were still pantie-less, the least you could do was make sure you weren’t winking at anyone as you made your way home…

“Jin,” you whined, moving into the kitchen now as you leant against the door. “Have you seen my underwear?”

You watched him by the sink for a moment as he rinsed the plates you’d used. Sadly, he wasn’t shirtless but he still looked delectable; white shirt stretched over his shoulders and black sweats slung low around his hips. It wasn’t until he’d stacked them in the dryer he turned to acknowledge you, a suspicious smirk stretched across his face that instantly had you narrowing your eyes.

“You mean these?” He pondered, faux-innocence in his tone as he stretched his hand into his pocket and your eyes widened when you saw the dark fabric wrapped around his fingers.

“Seokjin!” You scolded, walking towards him with your hand outstretched. “Give them back!”

“No,” he shrugged like a stubborn child, turning back to grab a towel.

“What do you mean no?” You insisted, coming up behind him to try and snake your hand in his pocket and retrieve your valuables but he shifted last minute, giggling as he pressed his side against the cupboard, cutting off any access to your underwear.

“You expect me to leave here without my panties? What if my skirt flies up?” You tried to bargain, wrestling him now but he was strong and you couldn’t win, his laughter only getting louder.

“Fine!” He gave in after a moment, only when you restarted to tickling, your own giggling blending in with his. “But only if you kiss me before you go.” He turned around and watched you indignantly, as if he had to resort to blackmail with you.

“You act like I would never say yes,” you said with a raised brow, pressing your body into his and he wrapped his arms around your hips instantly, holding you tight as he dipped his head, mouth millimetres away from yours.

“Yoongi’s probably due back like any moment now,” you sighed, knowing you shouldn’t be this reckless, but because you literally had zero self-control when it came to Seokjin, you let him kiss you, pecking at his lips hungrily back.

“It’s still early,” he hummed against your mouth.

“We don’t want to mess this up right now,” you told him, breaking away for a moment and he looked mildly annoyed because he knew you were right.

If you wanted to tell Kyuho properly soon you needed to be more careful from now on. You couldn’t risk him finding out from other sources, putting two and two together to make five. You both needed time to formulate a plan and make Kyuho see that you were both very serious about this.

“I guess,” he huffed, pulling away unwillingly. “It’s not fair, I want to spend the day with you—in bed—” he stopped when he saw you shoot him a look, backtracking slightly, “—because I missed you so much and now that you’re my girlfriend I just want to hold you everyday, all day—

“Ew, okay,” you stopped him, trying to pull away as he began kissing your neck, making loud and obnoxious noises, even thought the title girlfriend still had you feeling like a giddy schoolgirl. “You spent plenty of time in bed with me,” you told you, looking up at him as he broke away from your neck, “—once, twice and half a third time,” you recalled, wondering how you’d managed to have sex so much in one night, although the last had been you trying to coax him to stay in bed by means of a very excessive blow job.

“That reminds me I still have to pay you back for this morning,” he realised, hands now trailing to your ass but you swatted them away.

“Quit it,” you whined. It wasn’t fair. You wanted him too but you had to get home.

He groaned loudly but listened, cupping your face now to give you one last sweet kiss before he brought a hand to his pocket, retrieving your underwear. “Fine, but I’m going to phone you tonight, so be prepared to stay on the phone for a couple of ours—we have to decide how we’re going to tell Kyuho after all…”

You went to reply but truth was, still knowing he was so serious about this left you speechless. You were still having a hard time believing last night was real, but no, here you were the next day, proof that Seokjin was 100% truthful when he said he wanted to make this official.

Mouth open, about to agree with him, you paused when you heard a key in the front door. Your eyes widened to twice their size when you realised it was Yoongi, looking back at Seokjin to see his were just the same. You broke apart instantly and he shoved your panties back in his pocket, hissing to you as Yoongi opened the door and entered through the threshold, “Stay calm—follow my lead.”

You nodded quickly, standing up straight and smoothing your hair down, glad you hadn’t washed it this morning because otherwise that would be another question you couldn’t explain. Followed by the major one Yoongi was probably going to wonder, why the hell were you here anyway?!

The living room and kitchen were practically open plan anyway so when Yoongi closed the door and turned to walk forward he noticed you both standing by the sink straight away. He froze for a moment and you were just about to have a mental breakdown and confess right there on the spot, beg for him not to tell your brother, when he coughed a little to clear his throat, greeting you both casually, “Hey.”

There was a silence as you both processed it and then you looked over at Jin, urging him to say something, he had said after all, to follow his lead. He stumbled for a moment, as if his voice box wasn’t working correctly and then he was greeting Yoongi right back.

“Hey, man! Where have you been?”

“I just went to get some groceries,” he motioned, lifting his arm up that was holding the paper bag. “I w—

“Yeah, Y/N was just here because Kyuho left his cell charger the other night,” Seokjin interrupted, sounding just as forced as him trying to act casual right now and you inwardly facepalmed.

“Oh,” was all Yoongi said, glancing at you for a moment and as your eyes met and you nodded your head in greeting, he looked to the floor immediately. You began to feel nervous but maybe you were just paranoid. He couldn’t know anything, he’d only just got here. Yes, Jin’s excuse had been shitty but it was still semi believable, especially when someone was as oblivious as Yoongi.

“Yeah, so…” Seokjin trailed off, shooting you a look as if to tell you something and you puzzled your forehead, slow to catch on.

“Yeah, so if that’s all he wanted,” he continued for you, “tell him I’ll see him soon, probably in class…”

It took you a moment to realise what he meant right now and you glared at him—he was expecting you to leave without your underwear?! Couldn’t you both wait until Yoongi had gone to his room so he could give you it back? Seokjin stared you down, shoulders tense as he nodded his head towards the front door. Yup, he really wanted you to leave… You inwardly cried a little, knowing you’d have to walk back holding your skirt down and give one last pitiful look towards Jin, which he pulled a face to, looking guilty.

“Yeah ok, will do,” you forced a grin, beginning to walk through the living room and towards the door. “Bye, Seokjin,” you shot over your shoulder, to which he mouthed a sorry, making sure Yoongi wasn’t looking. “Bye, Yoongi,” you mumbled as you walked past him, and he looked you in the eye long enough to bid you goodbye too.

Outside you were left with a breeze between your legs and the desperate attempt to try and not let your skirt blow up as you began walking. You took out your phone from your bag to text Seokjin.

10:11am [You] 

— you fucker, you owe me — if I get sick I’m telling Kyuho myself and it won’t be in your favour :’)

❁❁❁❁

“I didn’t know you were into wearing women’s underwear now,” Yoongi stated from beside Seokjin and he froze immediately, the back of his neck breaking out into a cold sweat.

“W-hat?” He stuttered out, turning to look at his friend, your underwear in his pocket suddenly weighing a ton.

Yoongi had put away his groceries in complete silence and Seokjin was now wishing he’d gone back into his bedroom straight away because then there would have been little chance of Yoongi noticing the accountable item.

“The black lace hanging out your pocket,” he deadpanned, face weirdly serious, although Seokjin hardly noticed because he was shoving his fist into the hole, heart dropping when sure enough the delicate garment was peeking out. He shoved it back in, ignoring the thudding of his heart as he tried to think of an excuse on the spot—for the second time this morning.

“I…I hooked up last night,” he finally got out, hoping it was believable enough.

“Yeah, I heard.”

“You—wait, h-how?” Jin panicked, face turning white.

Yoongi hadn’t been here last night, had he? He tried to rack his brains to remember if Yoongi’s door had been open or closed when he’d brought you back. Yoongi always left it open when he was out but for the life of him he couldn’t remember at all. Fuck, what had he heard? This was his worst nightmare.

“I came back from Eunji’s early because her friend was having some kind of post-breakup meltdown,” Yoongi shrugged. “I thought you must have been asleep but next thing I hear is some kind of mantra of your name and bed springs sounding like they were a second away from snapping.”

“Shit,” Seokjin breathed, although it was more to himself. Yoongi had heard you guys have sex? What else did he hear? He looked up at his friend, trying to read his expression but it was pretty blank and he let himself relax a little. It was all okay.

“Sorry about that, dude—little embarrassing,” he apologised.

“No problem,” Yoongi brushed off, opening a cupboard to look for a pot.

That should have calmed Seokjin down even more, but for some reason there was still some weird tension in the air. Ever since Yoongi had come through the door he’d been acting weird, and it wasn’t just because he’d heard his friend have sex—he’d probably heard that countless times before. There was something else up with him. He hadn’t even acknowledged your existence, not really. Yoongi wasn’t rude, so what was it?

“What I want to know is…” Yoongi began, pausing as he pulled the pot out and put it on the worktop and Jin’s heart dropped once again. This didn’t sound good…

“How did you manage to hook up with someone when you were working all last night?”

“I-I,” he stuttered. There could have been plenty of reasons why; like he could’ve already known said hookup and planned it knowing Yoongi was out, or he could have run into an old flame at work. They all seemed like solid white lies if he’d had a chance to think for a moment.

“And,” Yoongi added, looking at him now, mildly judgemental. “Why the fuck did it have to be Kyuho’s sister?”

Silence hung heavy in the air, Seokjin’s heart literally stopping when his friend dropped the bombshell. You could probably hear a pin drop on the floor it was so quiet and all he could think to do was deny everything. Straight away. It was ingrained in him. Especially about something so serious.

He scoffed loudly, desperate to keep his composure even though he was 100% sure he was bright red at this point. “What? You’re crazy—

“Don’t even try to deny it,” Yoongi cut him. “I heard you moaning her name this morning.”

Seokjin couldn’t think of a way to get himself out of this one. Not at all. He’d been idiotic and now he’d gone and got you guys caught. He probably should have never invited you back to his, no matter how much he had wanted to be with you again last night.

“I thought I may have been imagining it,” Yoongi carried on when he didn’t reply. “Maybe some other girl had the same name, so I give you the benefit of the doubt and left for a bit hoping you’d kick your conquest out before I got back, but no,” he shook his head dramatically, “she was still here and she was Y/N!! Just like I thought!”

“It’s not what you think,” he shot, adamant for Yoongi to believe him.

“Really? Because it seems like it’s exactly what I think,” Yoongi exasperated, wide eyed. “Look, I’m not one to judge but it’s a pretty dick thing to do to your own friend.”

Seokjin sighed loudly, annoyed. “I know, okay? But it’s not like that at all—It’s different with her.”

Yoongi paused for a moment, taking in what Seokjin had said before he groaned an oh no. “Don’t tell me it’s been going on for a while, that means you’re gonna hurt her too—how do you think you’re gonna get out of it?”

“I don’t want to,” he shook his head in shock. Why was he always the bad guy? There were plenty worse guys out there, and to be honest, Yoongi knew nothing about his relationship with you. He wasn’t even giving him a chance to explain properly.

“You’re an idiot—am I like, the only sane guy around here?” He exasperated.

Hm, that was questionable coming from the guy who fucked a melon, but okay.

“So, what? You’re just going to keep having sex with her, messing around behind your best friend’s back—” Yoongi paused and shot Seokjin a look when he went to interrupt and he groaned in frustration before his friend was carrying on “—she’s going to fall for you! Of course she is, you’re Kim-fucking-Seokjin!”

“Will you listen to me,” he finally got in, practically stomping his feet. “I like her.”

“Yeah for now,” Yoongi narrowed his eyes after processing his confession. “You’re gonna get bored of her and then what?! She’s going to tell Kyuho and he’s gonna be pissed, to put it nicely!”

“I’m going to tell Kyuho,” he insisted, stressing a “soon” straight after and Yoongi frowned, seemingly speechless now, thank the lord.

“You haven’t been listening to me,” he carried on. “I like Y/N, a lot, okay? More than I’ve ever liked any girl in my life.” Yoongi didn’t look like he really believed him, but at least he looked intrigued, even if it was mostly down to scepticism.

“Trust me, it was a shock to me as well, but I realised that I want her, more than just for a bit of fun, more than just a couple of weeks, months—hell, I just want to be with her and tell Kyuho and make him see how honest I am.”

“Jin, I don’t ever think he’s going to believe you,” he chuckled lightly.

“I’ll make him, don’t worry. He’ll see I’m serious,” Seokjin assured and he must have been pretty damn believable this time because even Yoongi began to acknowledge him differently.

“Fuck,” he chuckled again, running his hands through his hair. “I’m like so speechless right now.

“You just can’t say anything for the time being, alright?” Seokjin told him, suddenly turning serious. “We’re trying to find the right time to tell him and we don’t want to mess it up—Y/N’ll freak when she finds out you know.”

“Like I dream on it,” Yoongi scoffed, “you can sign your own death warrant.”

“Gee, thanks for the support,” he griped sarcastically. All he wanted was to be taken seriously, but on that cue—

“I just don’t see how he’s going to take you seriously when he finds out you’ve been nailing his sister all this time behind his back—how long has it been anyway?”

Seokjin rolled his eyes immediately. “Three or four months, but hey, don’t speak like that about her—I haven’t been nailing her, that’s so crude,” he told him with a wrinkle of the nose.

“Making sweet, passionate love then, whatever it is you’ve been up to behind everyone’s backs,” Yoongi shrugged him off with a disgusted face. “Jesus, you’re acting weird.”

Seokjin rolled his eyes again. He wasn’t acting weird at all, he was just defensive over you. He cared about you so much and he was just thankful you’d given him another chance, because he knew he probably didn’t deserve one. He’d acted like an idiot and you’d forgiven him and taken him back—put all your trust in him. Which wasn’t going so well now that Yoongi had found out.

“It’s nothing, I just really thought I’d lost her until last night but now everything makes sense again,” he tried to explain, ignoring his friend’s look of disbelief, as if he’d had a brain transplant or something.

“Look, Kyuho means a lot to me, of course he does—but I’m not going to ruin mine and Y/N’s happiness. We mean a lot to each other and if his sister’s happy that should mean something right?”

“I think it’s who makes her happy that could be the problem,” Yoongi pointed out and to that Jin had to agree.

“Just tell him soon, okay? If I found out it means you’re getting messy so before you fuck it up even more, rip off the bandaid…” he told him and Seokjin nodded, feeling a little nervous.

He was right, it had to be soon.

“…or maybe you’ll be needing a bandaid once you enlighten him,” Yoongi muttered, finally getting around to making his breakfast.

“Shut up,” Seokjin pushed him slightly for teasing, but he couldn’t stop the gulp he had to take at the thought…

He was going to have to come up with a plan, and soon…

“I definitely should tell him, I’m his sister.”

“I’m his best friend,” Seokjin argued and you rolled your eyes.

You’d been bickering for the past couple of weeks ever since he’d let slip that Yoongi knew about you both. He’d tried to keep it a secret at first, but had thought better than that thankfully. Lies and more secrecy wasn’t the way forward and he’d finally confessed a couple of days into your reconciliation.

You’d been in full blown panic mood ever since, scared that if one person had found out so easily, it was only a matter of time before someone else did. Seokjin had tried to point out that Sunmi already knew too, but that was different. There was never hardly a time when she was in such close proximity with your brother—Yoongi saw him practically every day! He also bored a loyalty towards his friend. Even if he swore he wasn’t going to tell him, (you’d lost count of how many times Jin had told you “he doesn’t want anything to do with it, he won’t say anything”,) that still didn’t mean he couldn’t give the game away. This was a huge secret he was living with and you didn’t trust someone you hardly knew. One slip up and it was game over.

“Blood’s thicker than water,” you told him curtly.

“My blood will be clotting if I don’t get to explain to him properly,” he exclaimed, groaning loudly as his head fell back against the headrest of the backseat of his car. “He’s gonna kick my ass.”

“All the more reason for me to tell him,” you pointed out, leaning your head into his shoulder. You’d both scrambled into the back of his vehicle after a drive, the only time you could get some alone time together now because there was no way you were chancing going around his place again, or anywhere that wasn’t not on the outskirts of town, that was for sure.

“I can butter him up.”

For the past couple of weeks you hadn’t had the most romantic of reunions. Most of the time you spent together was virtual, texting or calling one another, trying to formulate a plan, although it wasn’t going so well. When you weren’t bickering over the phone you were doing so in person and tonight was no different. Instead of making out and dry humping in the back of his car, you were arguing about who should he the one to tell him.

You and he were both so stubborn that it was impossible to make a decision. You both wanted to be the ones who told Kyuho and there was no relenting on either ends. You were his sister, so it would only be right if you told him. Kyuho would obviously act softer towards you and you could try to wrap him around your little finger—sibling manipulation was always the best way to go, it didn’t work the same with best friends.

But Seokjin didn’t see it like that. For one, he thought it was his duty to tell Kyuho himself, the right thing to do if he wanted to show him how serious he was about you. While you agreed, it still didn’t sit right with you to be left out of the conversation completely.

While telling Sunmi one night, who by the way, had come around to the idea of you and Seokjin now, although that was probably because you had used Brian against her. It was only right that if she got to forgive and make up with him, the major asshat who cheated on her that one time, then you could do the same regarding Jin, who kind of looked like an angel compared to that... Also, if you could could give Brian the benefit of the doubt, then she could do the same for Seokjin…

Anyway, she’d suggested you tell your brother together. You weren’t convinced at first, but now it seemed to be the only way. At least that way Kyuho could see both sides at the same time and realise how serious you both were. Seokjin seemed opposed to the idea at first, but he had to agree it seemed like the only option, and after an hour’s discussion in his car, it was finally decided. It was either that or let him find out on his own and no one wanted that at…at all.

“Okay, so, we’ll tell him together then,” you affirmed, looking up at him.

“I think it’s the best way,” he nodded.

“After the party at yours tomorrow, next morning we’ll do it, no turning back,” you whispered, finalising everything in your mind.

Kyuho had begged Jin and Yoongi to throw a ‘get together’ at theirs this weekend and you were beyond a little nervous. Sneaking around behind his back was no longer as exciting as it used to be because now you and Seokjin were serious. There was no need to hide it anymore, that’s why on the Sunday you were going to sit him down and tell Kyuho, who hopefully wouldn’t be a nursing a killer hangover because that wouldn’t work in your favour.

“No turning back,” Seokjin muttered, wrapping his arm around you suddenly and tucking you into his chest.

You placed your hand down, feeling his heartbeat. It was pounding a little quicker than usual and you closed your eyes, mumbling a little, “I’m nervous.”

“Same, babe, but we got to do it,” he sighed loudly, and you could hear him run his free hand through his hair. “We can’t keep sneaking around because we are like this close to getting caught,” he stressed, squeezing his thumb and index finger together.

“We could run away, elope to the countryside,” you suggested with a joke.

“That will be plan b if it all goes wrong,” he said, shifting you in his arms. “Look, just so you know,” he began and you sat up to look at him, furrowing your eyebrows when you saw his face was uncharacteristically serious. “If this doesn’t work out and Kyuho’s super pissed, forbids me to see you or something—

“We don’t live in the 19th century, Seokjin,” you interrupted. You didn’t like it when he was being serious, because deep down you knew there was a high chance Kyuho actually wouldn’t want you guys to see one another.

“I know, but just in case,” he told you, running his hands through your hair. “Just know i’ll understand, okay? Family comes first.”

“I won’t listen if he tries to stop me from seeing you,” you urged, stubborn to the bone, that was you.

“Of course you won’t,” he chuckled lightly, letting you go to place your head back against his chest. You got comfy immediately, the feeling of his warmth never getting old.

“Let’s just try to think on the positive side,” you hummed.

He hummed back, squeezing both of his arms around you now as he spoke into your hair, the vibrations making you sleepy.

“Star crossed lovers, that’s what we’re like,” and you couldn’t help but smile, amused by his cheesiness. “The forbidden, the reckless, the unlucky—

“Shut up,” you giggled, twisting slightly to lift your head up and view him. You were pleased to see he at least had a smile on his face now.

“Kiss me and then maybe I will.”

You rolled your eyes, but granted his wish, pressing your lips flush to his…

You were incredibly dumb…or tipsy. Yes, you blamed that one vodka and coke you’d had at the beginning of the night. You probably shouldn’t have even come here tonight but you’d insisted it would be better if you did, double the eyes to keep on Yoongi. Seokjin had just rolled his eyes, he’d told you numerous times now that Yoongi wouldn’t spill the beans. But you couldn’t take the chance, not when you were so close.

Which just made what you were doing right now even more stupid… Yes, you were an idiot, but what was new. You’d been reckless this whole time so you may as well go out in style…

11:23pm [You]

— come to yoongi’s room

11:26pm [Seokjin]

— why

11:26pm [You]

— it’s a surprise — hurry up !!!

11:27pm [Seokjin]

— I don’t like the sound of this

You rolled your eyes but no sooner had he sent the text, Yoongi’s bedroom door was opening slowly. Seokjin’s head popped around the corner and when he saw you lying on Yoongi’s bed his eyes practically fell out of his head.

“Y/N!” He whispered furiously, rushing inside and locking the door in one clean motion, even shaking the door handle madly to make sure it was truly secure.

“What are you doing?!”

“Missing you,” you shrugged.

“You’ve seen me all night,” he groaned, but he walked towards you anyway, and you sat up, feet hanging off the edge of the bed.

“Not to speak to, or touch, or kiss…” you trailed off, looking up at him as you ran your hand over his stomach.

“Because there’s good reason for that!” He told you, still whispering and you rolled your eyes again. “Kyuho’s just in the living room, and why are you in Yoongi’s room of all places?” He added, looking behind him as he batted your hand away, like someone could come through the door even though it was locked.

“Less risky,” you shrugged again.

“Less?! Try more! Look i’m going to leave and then you do the same in a few minutes—

“But where’s the fun in that?” You whined, hand now playing with the hem of his t-shirt and he weakly tried to push it away, but he ended up holding it limply instead.

“Are you drunk?” He asked suddenly, narrowing his eyes.

You shook your head. “Nope, just merry, and trying to enjoy my last night of sneaking around.”

“Forget it,” he said, dropping your hand. “Sneaking around is bad and we have like less than 24 hours to go, so I’ll prefer it if we don’t get caught at the last minute.”

“Buuut,” you pouted, tugging at his shirt now, “it’s the end of an era. Sneaking around is bad, but that’s why we won’t be doing it anymore. Think of this as the send off.”

Seokjin judged you for a moment but he didn’t pull away.

“You’re crazy—I’m crazy,” he finally sighed, head falling back to reveal his long neck, and you gulped he little. He was so hot you were constantly speechless. “We have to be quick, okay?”

You grinned, silently celebrating your triumph, raising an eyebrow to tell him cooly, “it really didn’t take you long to be persuaded.”

It was his turn to roll his eyes then, a playful but cheesy “I’m weak when it comes to you, I can’t say no,” leaving him and you pulled a face, one of your hands gripping his hip as you pulled him to stand directly in front of you.

“Lame,” you shot, taking your other hand to run the fingers over his crotch.

This was the perfect height, your face level with his dick and groped him, hearing his breath hitch a little as he couldn’t help but jut into your touch. It still amazed you how you could get him hard so easily. Even now, barely touching him over his jeans he was growing stiffer by the second, bulge forming against your palm as you rubbed.

He waited patiently as you began to unzip his fly, knowing you didn’t have much time to drag this out. He shuffled on his feet, looking behind him for a second, just to check the door. You knew he was anxious, you were too, but the exhilaration was already beginning to flow through your veins. This was the final time everything would be a secret, come tomorrow everything would be different. You were nervous for that too, maybe that’s why you were here now, trying to ease yourself, scared of what may come when you told Kyuho; trying to hide in the familiar.

You tugged his jeans down his hips, letting them settle against his thighs as you slid your hand into his underwear, feeling the warm, smooth skin of his dick. He gasped a little and that’s when one of his hands came out to hold your shoulder, gaze now back on you, watching you intently as you took him in your fist and began to bob up and down, his semi-hard dick now turning solid.

“What are you doing?” He asked with a smile, eyes twinkling as he watched you push his underwear down to meet his jeans, his dick now out and standing fully engorged in your hand.

“Oh, fuck,” he let out when you dipped your chin and took the head of him in your mouth, suckling lightly as you looked up at him to see his head was thrown back, a breathless chuckle leaving him.

“Remember that first time in my kitchen?” You whispered, pulling away to address him and he nodded, looking back your face as his free hand snaked into the back of hair, fingers lacing through the strands.

You continued to jerk him a little with your fist, slowly and firm, dragging your palm over him, making him moan quickly. “That was hot, I still think about it,” you told him and he nodded, opening his mouth to agree.

“Same—shit—“ but his train of thought was interrupted when you spat on the head of his dick, just like that first night. It glooped down his member as he gasped loudly, and you quickly caught the liquid with your fingers and continued to pleasure him, the extra lubricant now making each wash of your hand infinitely slicker.

“Are you trying to kill me?!” He got out, whining slightly and closing his eyes. You hoped he was recalling that night in your house and you guessed he was when his dick began to twitch and grow hotter in your palm, sticky sounds filling your ears.

You dipped your chin again, taking him inside the warmth of your mouth and swirling your tongue around the tip, muscle digging into the slit, causing Seokjin to stagger for a moment. You took him deeper, using your hand as extra stimulation. Every time you popped off him, you’d run your fist over the hard flesh, beginning a rhythm that was wet but easy, palm gliding over him it was so slick with your saliva.

“Fuck, fuck, keep going,” he husked when you took him even deeper, using your fist as a barrier now and you squeezed around the base, flicking your tongue against the underside of his cock.  

Both of Seokjin’s hands were now laced in your hair, gripping the roots as he tugged a little, urging you to take him deeper. “Mhm, you like sucking my dick,” he grunted and you moaned around him, vibrations causing him to shudder. “Yeah? How much? Show me,” he gloated almost.

He loved knowing you wanted him, craved him and well, you aimed to please. Making sure to lock eye contact, you flattened the hand that was around the base of his dick, lifting up his shirt a little to splay your fingers out against his groin, feeling the muscles contract in anticipation. You braced yourself, inhaling a large breath through your nose before you began to force his cock down your throat, trying to get as deep as you could go.

Seokjin’s breath shuddered as he watched you with wide eyes, jaw slack with pleasure as he tried not to make a sound. He used his hands in your hair to tilt your head a little, making it easier for you to relax your throat and take him so deep the tip of your nose touched your knuckles of the hand on his body. You calmed yourself, breathing from the nose and then you swallowed. Just once, because you knew it would make you gag and you didn’t want to bring unwanted attention to yourselves and he grunted, forcibly trying to shut down his throat to stop himself from making a noise now. His fingertips pressed against your scalp because of the squeeze, still gripping your head when you released him, eyes hopeful for more.

“Fuck,” he breathed, adam’s apple bobbing rapidly as he swallowed, “you’re so good to me.”

You continued to give him more, eager to please, although not as deep, just making sure to give him the best and most enjoyable suck of his life, his dick now sopping with your saliva, loud slurping noises filling the room as you bobbed your head up and down, flicking and swirling your tongue around his rigid length and sucking the head, tasting the saltiness of his pre-cum, which was now doubling in quantity each time you came back up, your hand meeting each of your movements once again as your jaw began to ache a little from the haste of wanting to make him come.

It didn’t seem like he was far off anyway, his eyes shut and his forehead scrunched together as he concentrated on the pleasure, trying to forget where he really was so he could relax. His breathing became uneven as his body grew rigid and you began to rake your fist against him quicker, sliding up and down as you focused on pleasuring the most sensitive part of of him, sucking lightly on the engorged head of his cock, and lapping your tongue against him, like he was popsicle.

“Gonna cum,” he let out shakily, and you kept at the rhythm, wet noises now louder and you hummed against his flesh, looking up at him from your lashes as you pursed your lips against the flush tip.

Wrinkled in pleasure, you watched his face contort and he gasped a little as he came. You made sure to use your tongue to drink up the white liquid, swallowing as you went and relishing the taste as you continued to watch him; his muscles relaxing now and so was his grip on your head until he let go completely, sliding his palms to your face as you cleaned him off, breath still shaky and and voice thick with the effect.

“Do you think I have time to get you off too?”

“I hope,” you admitted, watching him lean down to connect your mouths.

You quickly reciprocated, rushing to slip his dick back into his underwear as he pushed you down on the bed, tongue eager to feel yours against his and your hands shot to his shoulders, gripping him tightly as he pressed his body against you, growing inpatient as his lips fell to your neck, sucking against the sensitive flesh that already had you moaning. You were wet, you could feel your panties stuck to your core, and each time his leg pressed against you, pleasure shot through your body. You wanted him to do something. You wanted to feel his hands on you—

Suddenly, the bedroom door handle made a noise, like somebody was trying to rattle it and get in and then there was a small knock. Both your bodies tensed up instantly, Jin breaking away from your neck to freeze motion and stare down at you, wide eyed.

“Fuck,” he muttered, too scared to move and the silence that followed as you waited was the longest and most painful of your life, heart thudding loudly against your rib cage.

“Seokjin?”

You looked at each other, relief flooding you both, anxiety slightly wearing off when you recognised the voice. It was Yoongi. Out of all the people it could have been, boy were you relieved that it was him.

“Y/N? I know you’re in there! Open my door, now,” he carried on, hissing to keep his voice down. He sounded beyond annoyed and you grimaced a little as Seokjin rose off your body with groan. You sat up quickly, watching him drag his jeans up at lightning speed.

“Yeah, h-hang on sec,” he stuttered out, turning to face you, probably checking if you were decent and then he went to the door, unlocking it slowly before he paused and let out a small sigh, the he opened it slowly.

“What the hell are you doing?” Yoongi half-shouted, barging in and looking around, spotting you sitting on his bed. “And in my room too?”

“We were just talking,” Jin shrugged, coming to stand next you.

“Bullshit,” Yoongi shot. “Your fly is undone,” and with that Seokjin looked down with a mumble of oh shit before doing it up quickly.  

“What are you both playing at? Are you fucking stupid? Kyuho is just down the hall,” he exclaimed. “If I noticed you gone, other people probably did too!”

“Hey, don’t speak to us like we’re kids!” Seokjin bickered, sounding embarrassed. “You only thought to come looking for us because you know already!”

“He’s right though,” you cut in, looking at Jin. You were both incredibly stupid had it was a wonder how you both hadn’t got caught yet. This party wasn’t even that big, just a few friends and such. The music wasn’t exactly loud and nobody was drunk, meaning they weren’t going to be oblivious. No wonder Yoongi had noticed something was up.

“This was just the last time, we’re telling my brother tomorrow,” you told Yoongi, trying to show him you were as sincere as possible.

“Hm,” he contemplated, looking dubious. “I don’t know if I believe you or not…”

“It’s the truth,” Seokjin quipped, folding his arms and becoming defensive.

“Well, why try and sabotage it?” Yoongi countered and you had to admit, he was once again correct. You were both idiotic, but you had only suggested this because you wanted to ease some of the nerves you felt. Now, you just wished you never had. This was just embarrassing.

Neither of you replied for a while, because there was no retaliation to be had, not even from Seokjin, who was the king of comebacks. After a moment of eyeballing between the two older boys, he sighed loudly. “Okay, are you done telling us off now?”

“No,” Yoongi replied hastily, sounding even more irked now, “did you fuck in my bed?”

“Ew, gross,” Seokjin shot back and your cheeks grew red at the accusation, which only grew worse when Yoongi shot him a look of doubt.

“No, nothing happened on your bed,” Jin tried again, which was technically true. He’d been standing up after all, while you had been sat on the edge of it.

“I’m still washing my sheets,” he told you both.

“Whatever,” Seokjin rolled his eyes, “okay, let’s go before this looks really suspicious.”

“Fine,” Yoongi snapped. “You first,” he told him. “Then me, then Y/N, to avoid getting caught,” he explained and you stood up, following them both to the door.

“You know, I’ll be so happy when this isn’t a secret anymore. The stress is taking years off my life,” Yoongi sighed dramatically as Seokjin opened the door to leave first.

“Shut up. You’ve known for a couple of weeks,” he grumbled back, shooting Yoongi a look before smiling at you. “I’ll see you outside.”

When the coast was clear you and Yoongi both left, one after the other. You’d successfully eased your way back into the party and were now sitting on the couch, wondering if you should just leave. You’d arrived with Sunmi but of course, she had invited Brian and you hadn’t seen her since. This place was small, so she’d probably left… You’d misplaced Kyuho too, come to think of it. Last time you’d seen him he’d been in the kitchen and that’s when you had snuck into Yoongi’s room, which now made you wince in embarrassment.

You’d been looking for your brother whilst sat down but had only noticed Seokjin. It was like everywhere you looked, there he was, smiling secretly at you while he was talking to friends. You’d rolled your eyes at him, because now you were 100% sure you didn’t want to get caught at the last minute. Yoongi interrupting you had been mortifying enough. You didn’t need anyone else catching on and making a scene.

As if on cue, you heard someone greet you, a small hey sounding from in front of your seated form and you looked up to see Yoongi. He wasn’t actually making eye contact, you didn’t know why, maybe he was embarrassed too? Which was stupid, because you and Jin had been the ones caught.

“Hey,” you replied.

“Can I sit?” He asked, motioning to the empty seat next to you with his drink and you nodded, wondering what he was up to.

Once he sat he didn’t say anything and you began to feel awkward, watching him pull at a strand of fabric from the hole off his jeans. What on earth did he possibly have to say to you? You could count the number of words you’d said to him since he’d been friends with your brother on one hand.

“Sorry for sneaking into your room,” you finally spoke, anything to stop this deafening silence, which was silly because the music was actually pretty loud in the living area. “We didn’t,” you carried on, coughing as you became awkward once again, “do anything, y’know, on the bed…”

“It’s okay,” he smiled, turning to look at you as a light chuckle left him. “I’m still washing the sheets though.”

You joined him before your eyes began to glaze the room again, catching Seokjin’s presence in the corner. He was immersed in a conversation with a guy you’d never seen before, laughing loudly and your heart swelled a little with pride. It was stupid really, but you loved it when he laughed. He sounded so joyous and it made you happy. Just watching him absentmindedly made you feel lucky, it just reminded you that he was yours. Finally and surprisingly. Who would have thought?

“You really serious about this?” Yoongi asked suddenly, pulling you back into the conversation and you looked back at him with a raise of your eyebrow, questioning silently what he meant. “Everything… Seokjin? Telling Kyuho?”

“I’m very sure,” you nodded, voice bold as you answered both of his concerns at the same time. “It’s the only way.”

And it was. Come tomorrow, Kyuho would know and then you’d have to wait and see what happened. You were nervous, but it really was the only way to be with Seokjin properly…

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“Jin, I need to speak to you?”

Seokjin turned around to see Kyuho in front of him. His friend was practically scowling and he kept looking over to the right of him, hands in his pockets, balled up in fists upon further inspection.

“Huh, now…?” He asked, turning around to look at his friend apologetically, who he’d been talking to before Kyuho had interrupted, rudely to say the least.

“Yeah, somewhere quiet—your room?” He asked. His voice was tense and Seokjin eyed him again; his jaw was taunt and his eyes dark as they narrowed, burning a hole through the wall behind him as he stared at it.

“Okay,” Seokjin intoned slowly, unsure of what the hell was going on. “Sorry, man,” he apologised to Hoseok. “I’ll talk to you in a bit.”

Seokjin didn’t have a chance to hear his reply because Kyuho was already storming off and he followed in haste, waving the younger guy goodbye and wondering what the hell was going on?!

Kyuho was practically foaming at the mouth as soon as Jin entered his room and closed his door. “I’m so fucking angry, man,” he fumed. “I can’t believe I’ve been so stupid.”

“What do you mean?” Seokjin wondered, confused. What was he on about? What had happened?

“My sister.”

Seokjin’s face went white, his soul practically leaving his body. He knew. He had to. Why else would he be so angry over something that concerned you. Fuck. This was it. It had all gone wrong at the last hurdle.

“Look, I can—

“Yoongi and my sister—

“—it’s not what—wait, what,” Seokjin puzzled, stopping himself immediately upon hearing Kyuho’s revelation. “Yoongi…?”

“Yeah, how long do you think it’s been going for? Right under my nose!”

What was going on? How had he come up with that idea? Relief flooded him for a moment, realising you both were okay for now, but then…Kyuho really thought you were seeing Yoongi. Not him...

“I don’t think—

“Did you know, huh?” Kyuho cut him, eyes flashing with fresh anger. “Because if you did, I swear—

“N-No, it’s just I think you’re wrong,” he stammered, racking his brains for a way out. He needed to show Kyuho that he was wrong before something stupid happened…

“Yoongi has Eunji, remember?”

“Well, that just makes him even more of a piece of shit? Cheating? Stringing Y/N along?” He bit out. “What if Eunji’s not even real? I’ve never even seen her since they started dating or whatever—oh my god,” he groaned suddenly, “—he told me about that first time they had sex—that was my sister!”

Seokjin shook his head firmly, “Kyuho, you know Eunji exists, you’ve seen her before. Maybe not since she’s started dating Yoongi, but I have. They are very much dating, trust me,” he told him. It wasn’t like she was some make-believe person. He was just thinking a little crazy right now.

“Well, he’s cheating then and that just makes it worse because he’s going to break my little sister’s heart,” he half-yelled, practically ripping out his hair. “Fuck, I should have seen this coming. Y/N’s been acting strange for a while, going out all the time, coming back late at night. She honestly did it last night and when I asked her where she’d been, she made up some shitty excuse!”

Seokjin shoved a hand in his pocket, desperate to calm his nerves as he tried to act casual. This was not happening. This was something else. How had Kyuho even come to this conclusion?

“I warned her to stay away from men like that and who does she pick! Yoongi!”

Despite his panic, Seokjin had to scoff at that. Yoongi was the best one amongst their group. He had practically been in love with Eunji for two years, pining after her while she’d already had a boyfriend, being secretly happy when they’d broken up and being so over the moon when she’d finally given him a chance. Yoongi was in love with Eunji. He was sure of it, and for Kyuho to think Yoongi was a bad choice just made him sicker with worry. What would he be like when he finally knew the truth? Seokjin had been no saint in the past…

“Shit,” he mumbled, although more to himself, disbelief filling him as he tried not to let his head fall into his hands. He needed to make sense of this all. “What makes you think she’s seeing Yoongi anyway?”

“I saw them leaving his room together,” he rushed and Seokjin’s eyes widened. Fuck. This was his fault. He should have said no to you and left because things had just gotten worse.

“Yeah, right? Not even you can deny that’s incriminating!” Kyuho exclaimed, mistaking his shock for something else. “I was leaving the bathroom and saw him come out, he was talking to a girl so I hid behind the door to see if I could tease him about it later—"

Seokjin refrained from rolling his eyes. So it was okay if Yoongi was cheating on Eunji with a random girl, but now that it was supposedly you, he was disgusted. He wondered if Kyuho would ever change? Because right now, he was the worst out of all of them.

“—and it was my sister! He was telling her something was dangerous—I’m not fucking stupid, Jin! They’ve been hooking up, right in front of my eyes!”

For a moment, Seokjin wondered if he should just confess there and then? It would probably be the best thing. He couldn’t let Yoongi take the blame. But he knew how much you wanted to tell your brother too, and letting you down was something he didn’t want to do. He was torn, and it was only getting worse…

“And now, before I came to talk to you, he’s has the audacity to sit next her, speak to her like there’s nothing wrong—right under my nose, like I’m clueless!”

“I don’t—

“Well, I’m not anymore! I know the truth—“ He interrupted him, not listening to Jin either way. He was so convinced that Seokjin was sure if he confessed right then and there, Kyuho wouldn’t believe him. He’d probably laugh in his face and tell him nice try at tying to save his friend’s ass.

“—he’s been fucking my sister,” he bellowed, and Jin’s eyes widened. He’d never seen his friend like this before. He needed to convince him it wasn’t true. He needed to just tell him the truth—make him believe. However, with Kyuho’s next outburst, he froze.

“My sister? Why her? He could have anyone else around here? He has Eunji, for fucks sake!”

Kyuho was correct. Why you? Why of all people did Seokjin have to fall for you? His best friend’s sister. The one person off limits most in this world. He was an idiot, but he couldn’t help it. He wanted you. He cared about you so much and he wanted Kyuho to understand it wasn’t as crude as he was making it out to be. It was deeper than that. And it wasn’t Yoongi you wanted, it was him. Seokjin.

However, he was also a coward. Because the words wouldn’t come out. He was letting Kyuho believe it was Yoongi. Even if he wasn’t agreeing, he was doing nothing to make him see sense. It was only fuelling him more, and as if on cue he watched as his friend spun on the spot and made for the door.

“No, i’m not standing for this—

“Kyuho, wait—where are you going?!” He cried, rushing after him as his friend practically pulled the door off it’s hinges.

“He thinks he can get away with all this, huh? He thinks he’s some secretive, manipulative asshole who can mess my sister about and lie to my face while he’s doing so?” Kyuho yelled, spinning around to look him in the face and Seokjin fell back a little, shocked by the madness in his eyes.

Kyuho didn’t know it, but this was all for him. The words he was using were for him because Seokjin was the one who had betrayed him. Kyuho was shouting and yelling at him without realising and now he was about to make a terrible mistake, because it was all Seokjin, not Yoongi. It was all on him…

“No, please don’t do anything,” Seokjin begged, muttering a bunch of fucks as his friend proceeded not to listen and stormed down the hall to the rest of the party in the living room.

“Kyuho,” he shouted. “Stop!”

But it was too late. He couldn’t think fast enough. All he could do was chase after him.

❁❁❁❁

It all happened so fast you didn’t know what to do or how to react. One minute you were having a surprising, but serious heart to heart with Yoongi, the next, there your brother was screaming all kind of accusations Yoongi’s way…

The last thing you remembered was Yoongi placing his hand on your knee comfortingly, a warm and genuine smile leaving him as he said, “I hope it all works out for you.” You’d gone to thank him and that’s when you’d heard yelling coming from the direction of the doorway.

“Get your hands off her! What the fuck?”

When you looked up, it was Kyuho, your eyebrows scrunching together in confusion as you saw the anger on his face. Was he drunk? What was his problem? You shot Yoongi the same look, to which he matched back, a bewildered smile on his face as he turned to Kyuho again. You went to speak, to ask your brother what was up, but instead, a shriek left you as you watched him lunge for Yoongi, fire in his eyes.

You went to push him away, everything moving in slow motion and that’s when you saw over Kyuho’s shoulder… Seokjin running over, calling his name, his eyes wide and panicked, and your heart stilled, dread filling you and making you feel heavy. What had happened?!

The noise brought you back to reality. The sound of a skin hitting skin. A fist hitting bone. A punch. And you looked between Yoongi and your brother just in time to see the latter pull away, Yoongi pressed against the back of the sofa as he instinctively reached to cup his jaw, face pale and in shock as his eyes frantically searched Kyuho’s face for an explanation on the attack.

That was about the time you realised the whole room had stopped whatever they were doing to watch the mess unfold, and you stared at a couple of faces, just as frantic and confused as them, wanting an explanation. That was until you heard Kyuho shout at Yoongi again and finally it all made sense… But oh, how wrong he was…

“That’s for thinking you can get away with fucking my sister right under my nose!”

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CORUNNA, Mich. -- A Michigan man charged with killing and mutilating a man whom he met through the dating app Grindr is not mentally fit to stand trial, his attorney said.

Mark Latunski was examined by the state's Center for Forensic Psychiatry. The prosecutor's office doesn't object to the conclusion that he's “not presently competent,” attorney Douglas Corwin Jr. said.

Latunski is being held at the Shiawassee County jail and is scheduled for a court hearing Thursday. He's charged with murder and other crimes in the killing of 25-year-old Kevin Bacon.

Bacon's body was found Dec. 28 hanging from the ceiling of Latunski’s home in Bennington Township, 90 miles (145 kilometers) northwest of Detroit. Police said Latunski admitted to killing Bacon and eating parts of his body.

The case will be put on hold while Latunski receives treatment to try to improve his mental competency, Corwin told MLive.com.

A convicted conman who defrauded a woman on Tinder has now been blocked from another online dating app.

Andrew W C Tonks Thomson, now living in Auckland, said he was absolutely not on dating app Bumble looking for someone to take money from.

He says he’s looking for love and a second chance.

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“I’m interested in getting on with my life. I’m lonely and stuck in New Zealand due to the (parole) board’s decision to keep me here,” Thomson said.

Thomson, who has also gone by the names of Andrew Tonks Thomson and Andrew Charles Tonks was sentenced in the Invercargill District Court in March 2020 for theft in a special relationship, namely $300,000, two charges using a forged document, two charges of managing a company while prohibited and making a false statement with a shareholder consent form in 2019.

The offending related to dealings in Queenstown.

At the time, one of the victims read her impact statement in court, and said he preyed on her “kind, empathetic nature to con me.”

After the pair met on the dating app Tinder, they developed a relationship.

He was sentenced to two years’ and four months’ jail and was released by the New Zealand Parole Board January 2021.

“I’m hoping to meet someone who might be able to see that you can change from a lesson and move on. I don't want to put anyone through the grief I put (his victim) through,” he said this week.

A woman contacted Stuff in the past few days to say alarm bells began to ring when she went on a date with Thomson, after connecting with him on Bumble.

Stories he told about his past didn't quite make sense to the woman, and she started checking him out further online.

That’s when she discovered his criminal convictions.

The woman said Thomson claimed to work in counter-terrorism.

She wants people to know that Thomson is out of prison, and she alerted the dating app of his background.

Stuff asked Thomson about his counter-terrorism work, but he declined to comment on it.

'There's just no comment that can be made, there's nothing there. There're two sides to every story and I can't comment on that,” Thomson said.

He was absolutely not on Bumble looking for someone to take money from, he said.

“There was never any other intent. It's impossible to get on with life with the history I've got and the articles I've got and I guess this is reminding me that I'm not in a position to be dating, I just need to keep my head down and go home.'

Home is Tasmania, where his family is waiting to support him, he says.

Bumble told Stuff it used information shared from the woman to ensure the individual flagged can never use its platform again.

Thomson’s Tinder victim that he defrauded is now producing a podcast called Conning the Con but declined to speak further about Thomson’s latest appearance on a dating app.

He sought parole and part of the release conditions were not to possess or use any electronic device capable of accessing the internet, other than a device that had been approved in writing by a probation officer.

He was also to disclose to a probation officer, at the earliest opportunity, details of any intimate relationship which commences, resumes or terminates.

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The parole board decision says Thomson’s first preference would be to be released back to Australia because much his support network is there.

The decision says “the board made it clear to Mr Thomson at an early stage that it was not particularly receptive to that concept, as effectively the New Zealand Probation Service would have no jurisdiction or control over his release conditions.”

The board stated Thomson had made good progress in prison, completed courses and recognised where he had gone wrong in his decisions and his thinking, and the damage that he had caused to his victim – not just financially.

Thompson told Stuff he had no reasonable answer for his 2019 offending.

'I was in a bad headspace, living beyond my means, and I was trying to make a name for myself in New Zealand. Trying to be a big player I suppose.”

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Thomson said he knew he could be a cautionary tale.

'I have romantic notions of maybe one day having a family of my own, but that's probably impossible with my history unfortunately. I'm just going to have to change my tact on that, just find happiness by myself.”

He has no plans to change his name(s) as he said it would be disrespectful to his family.

“We’re just going to have to learn how to deal with it ... the Google searches are the killer.”

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Horns and Roses - Epilogue

Epilogue : A rose for her hand

Prologue - Par 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8 

Genre : Fluff and a little smut

Pairing : Wonho x OC

Warning : smut, sexual content

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Kyung Mi was in the kitchen preparing dinner, she already had everything ready, the side dishes were all prepared along with everything she needed to make ramyun the only trouble was that he had put the pot away on the very top shelf and she couldn’t reach it. She was struggling to get on the counter to reach them like she usually would but there were side dishes and ingredients everywhere that she couldn’t manage to get up on it. She planted her feet on the floor, crossed her arms across her chest and huffed frustrated as she glared at the top shelf. Why he had to put the pots all the way up there she would never know, it wasn’t the first time that it had happened in the two years they had been living together.

When they looked for a place to live she had made it clear she wanted a kitchen where she could reach the top shelves without needing to become an acrobat. The many times she had prepared dinner at Mx manor had been troubling enough to make it a must in her flat yet here she was again, cursing herself for refusing to have one of the step-up stools. The flat had been so beautiful and close enough to her father’s place that she made the small sacrifice. She sighed again and turned around ready to get a chair from the dining room only to hear a voice call out for her.

-       Baaaabe?! Her boyfriend called from the hall.

-       In the kitchen, she called back.

Not long after he came in through the door his hand behind his head and brows furrowed in frustration.

-       Give me a hand please? He asked sounding done with everything.

She looked at him confused before realizing he had somehow got his hair caught in his watch’s wrist band. She sighed chuckling at the man in front of her who was starting to pout in annoyance. She went up to him and kissed him on the cheek softening his features and making him smile a little. She then sat him down on one of the fold up chairs they had in the kitchen so she could have a better view of what was happening.

-       How did this happen? She asked as she started tugging at small strands of hair.

-       I’d rather not say…

She chuckled at his answer and didn’t pry any further. It took her a good ten minutes to pull away all his hair from the metal bracelet of his watch. He finally could let his hand down, he sighed in relief and stretched his arm a little to get rid of the cramps. He then pulled Kyung Mi onto his lap and gently pressed his lips to hers.

-       Smells nice, what are you making? He asked nuzzling her neck.

He loved it when she wore her hair up like this, a simple messy bun, giving him full access to her slender neck. And how he loved her neck.

-       Well… I was going to make ramyun but you put the pot on the top shelf so I might just cook some rice to go along with the side dishes.

She had barely finished her sentence that she was on her feet and lifted in the air in seconds. He had her sitting on his shoulder one arm wrapped around her thighs the other her ankles making sure she didn’t fall. He slowly walked to the open cupboard smiling to himself. She could now reach everything. After she took what she needed he set her on her feet.

-       What would I do without you, she told him smiling up at him.

He only smiled back kissing her gently and pulling away before he got carried away.

-       Do you need any help? He offered.

-       No, everything should be ready soon. You can set the table though, she told him gesturing to the side dishes and bowls.

Once dinner was ready and set they took a seat at their small dining table and they dug in.

Life had pretty much been uneventful since she had left the manor two years ago, it had been peaceful and quiet. Her father had been ecstatic to see her come home safe and sound. She didn’t tell him much only that they didn’t hurt her and had treated her well. He was so happy to have her back he was already making place to redo her bedroom and that is when she told him she wouldn’t be moving back in. She explained that after what had happened she needed some time to herself. She hated lying to her father but she knew that if she told him she would be moving in with the man that was responsible for her being away from home for so long he would have a fit. And she would understand, but she couldn’t risk it, so she lied. Six months after she moved out she told him about Wonho, she told him she had met him at work and that they had been going out for a few months. She didn’t tell him much, she didn’t tell anyone much at that time, even if she was dying to tell everyone what a wonderful man he was and how much she loved him she decided it was best to wait for a while. So, six months later she told her father they had moved in together, she told him that things were pretty serious. Her father had been eager to meet the man that made his daughter so happy. When they finally met a few weeks after that he was happy to find a well behaved and well educated young man that couldn’t take his eyes off his daughter. He could see the love that radiated between the two of them.

From then on they made it a thing to have dinner with her father at least once a week, now a year later they were still seeing her father for dinner and that is how, a week ago, Wonho found himself at the older man’s front door earlier than usual. Kyung Mi was at work and would come later. Hyunsoo was surprised to see the young man on his door step so early, they usually came together. Wonho seemed nervous, he was chewing on his lower lip and scratching the back of his neck. Hyunsoo invited him in, they got along well but they never really had moments where it was just the two of them. So, this was a little awkward as they sat facing each other in the living room.

-       You seem like you have something to say, the older man said softly seeing how uncomfortable his daughter’s boyfriend was.

Wonho swallowed hard and took in a deep breath, he plunged his hand in his pocket pulling out a small black velvet box that immediately caught Hyunsoo’s attention.

-       Sir, I love your daughter so much, these past years by her side have made me the luckiest man in the world. She makes everything better; she brings light into my life. And I don’t think I can live without her by my side. I would be the happiest man if you gave me your blessing to ask her to be my wife. I promise to treat her the way she deserves to be treated like, to love her and protect her with all my heart. I promise to make her happy.

Hyunsoo smiled at the young man that was now wringing nervously wringing his fingers together. He couldn’t have wished for a better son in law, it was clear he loved Kyung Mi with everything he had and that he would give her everything she would ever need. He chuckled at Wonho’s worried expression and pulled him into a hug, which made the young man tense, it had been years since someone older hugged him. His blessing meant so much to him, he still felt bad for lying to the man about how he had met Kyung Mi but both of them knew it was best if her father stayed in the dark. He had grown close to the man, his parents not being in his life since the “incident”, Hyunsoo had become someone important in his life, despite their awkward relationship, he saw him as a father figure. Kyung Mi had arrived not long after the exchange, she walked in kissing them both on the cheek and taking a seat beside her boyfriend. That evening they prepared dinner together.

Wonho was lying awake in bed Kyung Mi tucked into his naked chest sleeping soundly with her head resting above his heart. It had been hours since they had gone to sleep, the day had been exhausting for the both of them yet there he was, staring blankly at the ceiling. It had been almost a month since her father had given his blessing and the ring was still hidden in one of his suits pockets. He had no idea how to pop the question, worse, he was terrified she’d turn him down. He was terrible at planning big romantic gestures, he was bad at them, he preferred making the moments spontaneous. He liked coming home with a bouquet of roses for no reason other than he had walked past the florist (again) and the roses reminded him of her and why they met and that she was now by his side in some way because of a rose. Or he’d come home with a box of chocolates because he wanted to make her smile, and many times it had turned out she had been craving exactly that. He told her he loved her at random moments, while they were cutting up vegetables for dinner, while she was showering and he was on the toilet, after sex, during sex, before sex, while she slept, when he came home, when he left, he just blurted it out of nowhere making her smile at him. He took her hand in his when they walked around the park or down the streets, he’d let her order for him or he’d order for her at restaurants never looking at the waitress, his eyes glued to her. There was romance in every moment they spent together, there was romance in his words, in his eyes, in his touch. He didn’t like making a big show out if things, he liked the small subtle touches and looks they exchanged telling the other that they were there. Yet he wanted to make his proposal special, for her, because every girl wants their proposal to be special. He eventually fell asleep for exhaustion, only to wake up the next morning to her side of the bed being cold and the smell of coffee in the air. He smiled to himself, pushing himself up and pulling on a pair of red sweatpants and made his way to the kitchen. He froze when he walked in on Kyung Mi standing on the tip of her toes to reach the cups in one of the cupboards, the white button up shirt he had worn the day before rising exposing her black booty shorts. Seeing her in his clothes made him happy, it was like showing the world she was his, only no one but him was allowed to see her dress like this. No, this sight was for him and him alone. He quietly made his way behind her reaching up he took down two cups making her try to turn around to kiss him only to find his chest pressed against her back, his hands resting on her hips pulling her closer to him letting her feel his erection growing against her butt.

He kissed her neck gently making his way up to her cheek before turning her around and kissing her lips.

-       Good morning, she said when he pulled away.

He hummed in response.

-       What a good morning indeed.

His hands were still on her waist, she let herself be pulled flush against him only to be kissed once again. His lips capturing hers gently in a soft kiss. He started to pull her with him as he walked backwards but she pulled away and turned to the stove. He pouted and wrapped his arms around her waist while kissing her neck trying to gain her attention as he gently pressed himself against her. She chuckled at him as she focused on not letting breakfast burn but he was making it hard, his hands had traveled lower to her thighs and he was dragging his fingers upwards, his fingertips barely touching her skin. They kept going further up, sliding to the inside of her thighs making her shiver with pleasure when his fingers reached her heated center. He dragged a finger over her covered folds causing her to close her eyes and her head to drop back onto his shoulder. She forced her eyes to open and held her head back up, turned the stove off and let herself fall against his chest as he pulled her booty shorts aside so he could slide his fingers between her wet folds and rub circles on her clit. Her legs shook under her, his touch sending fire through her veins. He caught her before she fell and carried her like a princess into the bedroom and laid her on their bed before pulling down her underwear and tossing it aside. He wasted no time and before she could even prepare herself he dragged his tongue against her heat. She buried her hands into his hair, tangling her fingers with his black strands trying to get him closer as he lapped at her juices. He looked up at her watching her arch her back as he held her hips down. He pulled away just enough to breathe over her causing Kyung Mi to whimper and look down only to have him lock eyes with her. She couldn’t look away as his tongue peaked from between his lips and he dragged it between her folds and flicked it against her clit. She let out a moan as he repeated his action this time lingering in her bundle of nerves, capturing it between his lips and sucking gently. His ministrations combined with the look he was giving her was too much for her she let out a slur of moans and incoherent words throwing her head back and tightening her hold on his hair pushing him closer. His thumbs were rubbing circles on her hip bone, he dragged his tongue down and pushed it into her moaning against her it was too much information for her brain to register, she was reduced to a moaning mess as his tongue fucked her, one of his hands leaving her hip to rub circles against her clit and that was it her hands left his hair to fist the bedsheets as she came against his mouth. He pulled his sweatpants off and threw them somewhere behind him before locking lips with her. She came down of her high as she tasted herself on his tongue. She moaned against his mouth kicking her hips up to flip them so she would be straddling his lap, her pussy grazing his hard cock making him moan into her mouth. She pulled away from the heated kiss both of them panting, breathes heavy, chest heaving. She went to crawl down his body but he stopped her holding her waist as he sat himself against the headboard and pulled her close to him.

-       I need to be inside you, he whispered into her ear.

She smiled at him locking her lips onto his neck finding that sensitive spot as she lowered herself onto his dick. Both of them let out a moan at the feeling. Her hands pulled away from his chest to pull off his shirt but he stopped her once again, instead he unbuttoned the first two buttons revealing her cleavage.

-       You’re so beautiful, like this, he moaned out as she rolled her hips against his.

He bucked his up in response, hitting her spot dragging a cry from her lips. She threw her head back arching herself as she rolled her hips against his. His hands reached behind her back and pulled her close to him as he dropped his head down to drag his tongue between her breasts up to her collar bone. He grazed his teeth against it nibbling his way up to the crook of her neck and her soft spot there. No words left their mouths, all that could be heard was their heavy breathing, skin against skin and the moans and groans pooling from their mouths. She lifted her hips and dropped back onto him moaning loudly as he bucked his hips hitting her sweet spot over and over again. He picked up the pace to match hers, their moves becoming erratic, unpatterned, she moved herself faster on him letting out small little noises as he groaned in pleasure when he felt her tighten around his dick. He reached between their bodies when she dropped her head in the crook of his neck, her hands grabbing onto his shoulders. He rubbed circles on her clit sending her over the edge, her walls tightening with more force around him making him cum with her. He slid down the bed so they would be laying down, she was still moving her hips against his as she came down from herself pulling herself off of him only to tangle her legs with his and rest her head on his chest.

The room was quiet as he wrapped an arm around her and pulled the sheets over their hips. Their breathing slowly took on a normal rhythm and the room fell into peaceful silence. They sweaty bodies were tangled with each other in their sheets. She was running her fingers over his chest, tracing each muscle, drew circles, dragging her fingertips to make swirls barely grazing his skin as he ran his hand through her hair relishing the feel of her body tightly pressed against his.  

-       Marry me…

It came out of nowhere, he had blurted it out, it wasn’t a question, it wasn’t really a request or an order, just a statement. He had not been think about anything but the feel of her and how much he loved her. The words had just dropped from his mouth stilling her hand, as she laid it flat against his chest. She said nothing and her body started to shake against his making him look down at her giggling. He raised himself on his elbows and she did the same looking at him with humor sparkling in her eyes. He had been smiling softly at her, but seeing her laugh lightly made his smile drop from his lips.

-       You’re so random at times, honey, she chuckled.

-       I’m being serious, he whispered out slightly hurt by her reaction.

Those words made her stop laughing and look at him with serious eyes, she didn’t know if he was really being serious or if was one of his moments, she didn’t know how to react to his words. He saw the worry in her eyes, her questioning, he got up from the bed and went to their closet to dig into one of his suits pockets pulling out the small black box. He walked back to the bed, where she was watching him, her features painting worry, almost panic. Still naked he dropped to one knee at the edge of the bed opening the box and presenting her with a ring. Her eyes got teary as he spoke.

-       Marry me Go Kyung Mi, he said. I love you so much and I wanted to make this special and I wanted to make this big speech on how I love you and how my life would not be the same if you hadn’t taken your father’s place. I wanted to prepare this big thing to tell you how much you mean to me, to tell you that I can’t imagine my life without you, I can’t imagine the person I would be if you hadn’t come into our lives when you did. Waking up by your side, coming home to you and falling asleep with you in my arms, I couldn’t live without every single moment we share. You make my life better, you made me better and still every day I am better with you by my side. So, Go Kyung Mi, will you be my wife?

Tears fell from her eyes as he spoke, she couldn’t speak from the emotions running through her, she simply nodded. His face broke into a smile his eyes sparkling, shining brighter than they ever had, he got up and leaned towards her to press his lips to hers kissing her with a passion. Quickly pulling away to slid the ring on her finger. She looked at the ring and her heart skipped a beat as she saw it on her finger. The ring was shaped like vines wrapping around her finger, small thorns engraved into the band but what caught her eye was the small stones placed onto the band to shape a rose. The ring was white gold, sophisticated and delicate. She looked up at him taking his face into her hands and capturing his lips between hers in a tender kiss, their lips brushing against each other softly, he pulled her closer to him, his hands burring in the lengths of her hair, gently pulling her even closer. Their lips danced together, gently capturing, grazing, brushing in a passionate kiss. When they pulled away both out of breath, their faces breaking into smiles.

-       I love you, she whispered.

-       I love you too, he whispered back.

They stayed there for a moment looking at each other, forehead to forehead until a small smirk pulled at Wonho’s lips, he reached up and started unbuttoning his shirt before sliding it down her arms.

-       You were wearing too much clothes, it wasn’t fair.

She chuckled as she let herself be laid back, his body soon hovering over hers as he pulled the sheets over their heads.

Here is the last part of Thorns and roses I hope you liked it

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1: Kitchen Counter, Couch, or on top of the dryer?

kitchen Table. ;3

2: Your last sexual encounter: Good or Bad and why:

good!!!!! it was early morning and aiden was off work so we decided to mess around and it was just v low stress and nice

3: A fictional person that you think would be good in bed:

hm uh. who;s that one tiger from zootopia? shit dice drew a commission of him a while back. the sexy one. he’d treat me right.

4: Something that never fails to make you horny:

there are like a million dumb fucking things aiden does that makes me lose my gdamn mind!!!!!! like, when he loosens his tie and gives me The Sex Look or kisses my neck in a certain spot... luv that husband

5: Where is one place you would never have sex:

somewhere kids could see :/

6: The most awkward moment during a sexual experience was when ______________

one time admittedly when i was new to anal i had the inevitable ShitDick scenario bc i didn’t know how to prep myself properly........im so fucking sorry, trey, im so sorry

7: Weirdest thing that ever made you horny:

this petsmart flyer came in the mail once. that was a weird jerkoff. made me realize im deep in petplay pff

8: What is the best way to sexually bind someone: Handcuffs, Rope, or Other [if other please explain]:

aiden;s been practicing shibari and it’s pretty fun! i’d say its my fav way to be restrained rn 

9: What is the fastest way to make you horny:

it aint hard idk

10: Top or bottom?

this bitch be bottomin, my ass is Ready

11: We were about to ____________ but then ______________ [example: we were about to have sex but then his mom walked in]

12: Is one orgasm enough? Are multiple orgasms necessary?

it depends on how much stamina u have or if you’re in the mood for more? that time waiting for the refractory period tho suuuuuuuucks, im so jealous of dfab ppl that can come multiple times :/

13: Something that you have hidden in your room that you don’t want anyone to find:

a valentine’s present for aiden, shhh

14: Weirdest nickname a significant other has ever called you:

sometimes aiden fuckign. does French Shit and i dont know what he’s saying until after but it’s kind of become a joke because we’ll be having a really nice moment and he’ll lean in and like, whisper some bullshit like “my little lima bean” or “my sweet polished fork” and i fuckignt rftg,,, IT STILL SOUNDS HOT, WHY IS HE LIKE THIS 

15: Two things you like [or dislike] about oral sex:

that “pop” noise when ur mouth comes off the dick. also, when he like, holds your head with his fingers tangled in your hair and bobs your head down on his cock g gg go gogfdoood thats so hot i love it when he does that to me its nice

16: Weirdest sexual act some has performed [or tried to perform] on/with you:

welcome 2 Trauma Land next question

17: Have you ever tasted yourself? [If no, would you?] [If yes, what did you think?]

yeah. it’s a pretty slutty thing to do, it’s not great tasting if u don’t like, pineapple and shit but it’s a pretty good way to get your partner turned on more

18: Is it ever okay to not use a condom:

if u and ur partner get tested together and r clean and not seeing anyone else

19: Who was the sexiest teacher you ever had?

my sophomore year humanities teacher in my study abroad program....holy Fuck. hooooly fuck. mr. nakamura still gets me going to this day. he has a wife tho :(

20: A food that you would like to use during a sexual experience:

whipped creaaaam!

21: How big is too big:

some bad dragons are really intimidating. christ.

22: One sexual thing you would never do:

let ppl use me as an object again :/

23: Biggest turn on:

humiliation is pretty good

24: Three spots that drive you insane:

my neck

my back

my pussy, and my crack.

25: Worst possible time to get horny:

driving is pretty rough.

26: Do you like it when your sexual partner moans:

ch r is  t  y es

27: Worst sexual idea you ever had:

define “worst,” anon.

28: How much fapping is too much fapping:

who fucking calls it “fapping” still

29: Best sexual complement you ever got:

Yikes^TM

30: Bald, landing strip, Jumanji:

is this like, a lesbian thing? i dont get it

31: Is it good sex if you don’t nut:

YA GATTA NUT!

32: Fill in the blank: "If they ____________, we are fuckin"

IF THEY TRUCKIN WE ARE FUCKIN!

33: What your favorite part of your body:

my belly........? idk i used to Hate My Mcfuckin Self but aiden blows raspberries on me and its fkin cute holy hell

34: Favorite foreplay activities:

if i suck on aiden’s fingers he basically fucking Dies on the spot, so that’s fun to use. for myself, uhh. thigh kisses are hot. so hot.

35: Love (>,<, or =) Sex For those of us who don’t remember our math thats “greater than, less than, or equal to]

there was a a time when i wouldve said sex is bnetter but no, it’s Lov....i Love Husband

36: What do you wear to bed?

boxers, and my husband

37: When was the first time you masturbated:

probably when i was like nine or ten? in the “i dont know this is masturbating but it kinda feels nice” way

38: Do you have any nude/masturbating pictures/video of yourself?

there’s a lot floating around there but most of it is during The Bad Time

39: Have you ever/when was the last time you had sex outside?

uhhh shit its been a while i can’t really remember?

40: Have/would you ever have sex outside?

mhm. it’s not my fav tho

41: Have/would you ever had a threesome?

i;ve had more than a threesome, buddy

42: What is one random object you’ve used to masturbate?

when i was young and desperate and trying anal for the first time i used a vibrating toothbrush but no one told me you’re supposed to not use the brush end. the bristles were rough. 

43: Have/would you ever masturbate at work/school?

yes to both?? im a tiny troglodyte man what do u expect

44: Have/would you ever have sex on a plane?

maybe? this is a very specific situation, i know aiden would rather die than do anything on a plane tho

45: What is one song you’d like to have sex to?

i feel it coming - daft punk

46: What is something nonsexual that makes you horny?

literally like anything can make me hard im fucking easy

47: Most attractive celebrity?

my husband....he’s a star, to Me...

48: Do you watch gay/lesbian porn? why/why not?

yes. source: am gay

49: If a child was born on the occasion of the last time you had sex, how old would that child be right now?

Unborn.

50: Has anyone ever posted nude pictures of you online?

yes. i dont particularly like to think abt it but there’s a. big fan community wanting me to “come back” and it makes me super uncomfortable.

51: What is one thing that NEVER makes you horny?

girls :/

52: Do you have stretch marks? (How do you feel about them? Has anyone ever had a problem with them?)

i have a couple on my thighs and my belly from some healthy weight gain, but aiden doesn’t mind. he likes em

53: Do you like giving head? (why/why not)

dick....me Sucky Cock...nya

54: How do you feel about tattoos on someone you are interested in?

i dont rlly care

55: How would you feel about taking someones virginity?

i was a few people’s first lay and it was uh. difficult. they think they can just pound a man’s ass like their fleshlight and it’s rough when you’re like, laying there and your ass is on fire while you remind them to use more lube and also fucking go slower to start

56: Is there any food you would NOT recommend using during a sexual encounter?

sticky rice. good fucking lord, do not use sticky rice.

57: Is there anything you do on Tumblr that you would not like your significant other to see?

not really? we don’t hide things from each other

58: Do you own any sex toys? (what is it? (how long have you had it?)

we own a Shit ton. i’ve had some since i was like, a teenager but i’ve been collectin some over the years

59: Would you give your significant other unrestricted access to your Tumblr for a day?

oh god no. aiden barely knows what memes are

60: Would you be offended if your significant other suggested you get plastic surgery?

no, me and aiden have already discussed like, scar reduction shit. i have a few nasty keloids :/

61: Would you rather be a pornstar or a prostitute?

neither?? i mean, i was both for a while but *SLAMS TRAUMA BUTTON*

62: Do you watch porn?

duh

63: How small is too small?

all dick is good dick!!!!

64: Have you ever been called a freak? Why?

continues to Slam the Trauma Button

65: Who gave you your last kiss? Did it mean anything?

66: Would you switch phones with your significant other for a day?

probably not because aiden’s in a group chat with his work buddies and they’re all middle aged or young mom nurses. im a fish out of water.

67: Do you feel comfortable going "commando"?

sure, as long as its not like skinny jeans or something

68: Would you have a problem with going down on someone if they hadn't shaved their pubic hair?

not rlly. good dick is good dick

69: If you could give yourself head, would you?

im p sure everyone tries but usually i get my husband to B)

70: Booty or Boobs?

ass. please god, i’m all about ass

71: If you had a penis, what would you name it?

Ass Blaster 69

72: Have you ever been on an official date?

yes? like a movie and restraunt thing?

73: Have you ever cheated on someone? (Why?)

not that i know of, but there was a point when i was pretty low in life that i hopped around w/ partners and one night stands.

74: If you were a stripper, what would your name be?

the Pole Faller. i have no body strength and im named that bc i’d fall off the pole

75: Have you ever had sex in your parents bed? (Would you?)

no??????????? nO??

76: How would you react if you found out your parents had sex in your bed?

what...what kind of question even is this

77: What was your reaction the first time you saw a penis/vagina

“god i wanna put my mouth all over that”

78: If you had a penis/vagina for a day, what are five things you would do?

DOUBLE PENETRATION!!!!!! DOUBLE PENETRATION!!!!!