#literal cutest with those dimples

[mlobsters]

billie eilish - lunch (dir. billie eilish)

you need a seat? i'll volunteer 😋

[xomakara]

Beyond Friendship

SUMMARY |  You and Jongho are best friends who secretly harbor intense sexual desires for each other. After a night out, you finally confess your feelings...

PAIRINGS |  Jongho x Reader

RATING |  Mature, NSFW, EXPLICIT, MDNI, 18+

GENRE |  BestFriend!Jongho, BestFriend!Reader, college au, non-idol au, smut, friends to lovers, Oblivious friends

CONTENT/WARNINGS | profanity/strong language, filthy dirty thoughts, unprotected sex (wrap it up ya’ll!), fingering, handjob, dirty talk, mutual masturbation, praise kink, pet names, daddy kink, creampies

LENGTH |  9,346 words

TAGLIST |  @yourlocaljonghoe

NETWORKS | @illusionnet @atzhouse @cromernet @wonderlandnet

@k-vanity @othersideoutlawsnetwork @ksmutsociety

AUTHOR’S NOTE |  Hello and goodbye~ Don’t forget to like, comment, reblog and show some support. Love you all 💚

You didn't mean to catch him getting off on the couch when you wandered into the kitchen in the middle of the night to get a bottle of water. But now the image of Jongho with his muscular body and strong hand rubbing his thick, leaking, cock...you shake your head. 

No. Stop. Nope.

You take your bottle back to the room but not without one last glance. He doesn't notice you, his eyes shut, teeth nibbling on his bottom lip, muscles clenching and flexing as he tries to quiet his moans. You can almost imagine it...it would look so fucking good, his fat cock sliding in and out of you while you straddle his lap, watching all those beautiful muscles do what they were made to do. You picture his grip on the cushions, nails ripping through the fabric and foam. You'd just let him pound and grind that thick cock into you. Maybe even talk dirty to him...if only his ear was a bit closer, you'd whisper right in it about how big his cock felt and how much you wanted him to ruin you. You could suck that heavy-looking sack...kiss all around it and across the taut smoothness of his lower stomach...leave love marks and teeth bruises for you to admire later. 

Goddamn, you really want that dick.

You really wish that dick was yours.

Fuck, Jongho really is your type...and your best friend.

You softly made your way back to your room and once inside, threw your ass down on the bed.

How were you supposed to function with the thought of your best friend having his way with you? You finally go through all your tabs on the pornsite you often go through to get off, trying to find something, anything that would match the standard that would be Jongho's giant, fat ass cock and strong ass hands. Nothing. Not a single fucking video came close to even coming to the league that was Jongho's beautiful self. 

Fuck this man's cock would be life changing. 

Fucking. Life changing.

You try your best to put thoughts of your best friend fucking you with that monster cock to rest and failed. How the fuck do you manage to even survive being under the same roof? Let alone having the same group of friends. Everything would be normal...and then you guys make eye contact. And the simple gesture reminds you that your best friend has the prettiest damn smile and cutest dimples. You know he's gorgeous; that you have always known. But God, your mind doesn't need to remember his brown boba eyes whenever it comes time to touch yourself.

He makes you wet. Like...REALLY wet. 

He has literally NO idea. None. Zip. Zero. Zilch. 

It doesn't help that you live in such close proximity either. He'll use a certain cologne that just makes him smell fucking amazing. Or you see him wearing his glasses after a long night at the gym. His toned, bare, muscular shoulders flex just a little as he scrunches his nose to read something on his laptop. The way his arm muscles clench and loosen as he uses them to type and tap. He makes things very difficult for you. You want him to put those fingers to work. On and inside you. All at the same time.

You pull up all your favorite sex toys. Hell, you were just getting yourself some toys the other week and really contemplated whether or not the vibrator could double as a dildo...because you also happened to be contemplating at the same time asking your roommate to shove it up inside of you. You like the idea of his hard, warm, velvety smooth cock and thick veins grazing all over the inner walls of you...but God, the idea of him stuffing you full of that cock and a toy too is absolutely enticing. The way he would watch as it slips in and out of you at a faster pace as his pelvis rubbed against your own. Just thinking of your name spilling from those sinful lips has your cunt throbbing, pulsing, craving...

Stop it, Y/N.

Jongho is your best friend. You've known him since you were what, three? Your friendship, he cherishes it. What the fuck would he think of his best friend in this way? Thinking that someone you care about as a friend would also have such a deep desire for them sexually is a weird, strange, thought. But the longer you keep it to yourself, it only grows stronger and the more and more you're positive you're in love with him. 

You're positive.

You don't even know how it started. One moment he was your cute best friend and the next he was a whole goddamn meal...You told yourself you were attracted to him in a friends only way. Jongho is like the brother you never had. And that's when you realized no brother would ever have had your mind spinning with sinful fantasies and the best orgasms that followed.

When you touch yourself, and cum to the image of him in you or using his amazing tongue against your cunt and his hands leaving red hot searing marks against the skin of your thighs, call him daddy and tell him all your forbidden, dark, deep sexual desires. He'll moan for it and just use his strong body for your pleasure.

You're actually insane if you thought that there was ANY possible way that any of that could EVER be possible.

He can never know about any of this. He'd definitely reject you. Why would he ever want to fuck with you? I mean, come on, you're Y/N, best friend since age three. Besties for life. His best friend. Only the best of the best friends. You can never reveal these dark secret fantasies or dreams. Ever. No matter how bad you might crave them. It would only complicate things...and cause your friendship to fail.

"What am I gonna do?" You muttered, head on the table as you watch Mingi and Wooyoung laugh. "Guys, it's not funny! I'm constantly wet every time I'm around him."

"Hmmm...now that I think about it, isn't that kind of normal? Isn't that what women do?" Yunho added in.

"Oh shut up, Yunho. Not helpful," You mutter into the table.

"Ya know," Yunho smirked, "if you just ride his d-"

You push your foot at him, "NO, STOP IT."

"Y/N, maybe, ya know, maybe he feels the same." Yunho puts a hand on his chin and ponders a bit.

"RIIIGHT, Yunho." You lift your head and lean back. "In my fucking dreams. All I want from that man is to POUND THAT DICK DOWN MY THROAT AND-"

Seonghwa clasps a hand over your mouth, "Y/N, keep it to yourself. Jesus," he grimaced.

You quickly pry his hand off of you, "S-sorry! I'm just-this is SO FUCKING FRUSTRATING!"

"Damn girl, you got it really bad." Hongjoong mutters from behind his drink.

"Right, Hongjoong, but what the FUCK am I supposed to DO ABOUT IT!? It's like you just keep pining and pining over someone you know you can't ever have."

Yeosang puts an arm over you, "It sucks ass, I'm sorry Y/N. Does he know yet? I mean, not about all of the explicit details, but are you able to express that you're just really lonely and want a quick lay?"

Mingi nods his head in agreement. "See, Yeosang makes a good point. And if you're feeling sexually deprived then you have every right to ask to borrow him to scratch the itch," He smiled.

"Mmm, I see what you're getting at." Seonghwa chimed in with interest.

San shook his head, "Listen to yourselves guys, the poor girl doesn't wanna screw shit up and has it BAD for Jongho. She probably doesn't wanna get rejected either. Don't listen to these idiots."

Wooyoung turns around, "Listen, if he wants it to happen and wants to bang her too, which is pretty plausible and very likely, what is she supposed to do in the meantime. We're not saying screw everything in his absence because that's fucked up," the boys all agreed with a nod and a firm no. "However, if you really wanna get that itch scratched, why not consider other options? Either some cheap booty call or...Jongho himself."

"You guys aren't helping." You grumble.

"Helping with what, what are you guys talking about? What aren't we helping with?" Jongho asked and slipped into the seat in front of you with his usual beautiful ass smile. His big hands make his coffee mug look tinier. He takes a sip and stares, waiting for an answer.

"Finals, baby," San smiles back at him. "Gotta love the stress, huh?"

"Ahh, Y/N, are you still struggling?" Jongho cocks an eyebrow. He turns his attention from San to you, leaning forward against the table. "If you'd like, we can study again together for History."

His plush lips meet his cup, wrapping and suctioning around the lid in a way you wish was you. You blink. "Uh, yeah...t-thanks, Jongho."

You're blushing like mad and Seonghwa gives a tiny elbow nudge and you glare at him and his shitty-ass smirk. The nerve of this man to treat this serious situation as some kind of joke...or...wait, maybe...no. Nope. Never. It's not happening. This would NEVER, in a million years, ever happen to you. There's not a chance in the world that any of this would have ever taken a turn like that. 

No fucking way.

But little do you know...your best friend can't keep you from his mind, and everytime the two of you make eye-contact or whenever he smiles at you or glances back, your skin grows hot and tingly...he's blushing and embarrassed by this little...secret.

He gets turned on every time he's near you. When the two of you share close moments, it's everything to him. Everything to him. Because you make him feel things. Feel good. Your beautiful mind and even prettier face and stunning voice keeps him from sanity and sometimes when the two of you aren't speaking at the moment or he hasn't heard your beautiful laughter for a few hours, he finds his thoughts drifting to dark, dirty places. 

He wants to hear you screaming his name and writhing around in bliss while his fat cock pummels through you. He wants to hear you whisper and moan to him about how big his cock is and how deep and thick it hits. How he's destroying your womb and ripping your pussy apart...he can imagine that sweet, slurred voice just dripping in arousal. Begging, moaning, pleading and whimpering with him, how he makes you feel.

He wants you, Y/N...in the darkest, filthiest and most satisfying way.

All that would have to stop...since you obviously didn't feel that way. Not to mention the risk and danger of that would have to come in too. Your friendship, it is so important. He was ready to just bottle it all up, even with how hot and heavy his body had been heating and burning to the touch with no sign of relief.

How was he to know that you felt exactly the same?

What you would have thought if you found out how turned on he was anytime you got near.

All those hours you sat and wondered and were completely unaware of just what the fuck had been going on in Jongho's mind. And how close you were to him being on the brink, snapping and putting that thick, heavy cock of his to work.

So he held it all down, in his pants. So, as much as his brain tells him it's wrong to jerk off in the shower to images of him holding your face between his hands and your tongue flicking over the tip of his dick, it's becoming harder to convince his aching erection otherwise. So, as much as his fingers start itching to turn around when he's cooking dinner to have you behind him and have those soft, pouty lips trail along his jaw, neck, and shoulder, and a soft hand sliding past the waistband of his boxers, his will is quickly wilting away and starting to listen to the deeper, sinful, animalistic side of his brain that can only ever think of how he'd like to fuck.

As hard as he's worked to ignore his feelings and fantasies about you, he's becoming a loose wire. The last couple of nights had ended with him balling up a fist into his mouth to stop from moaning out your name while he furiously pumped his dick to the thought of you. How gorgeous your naked body would be, hovering over his. How the weight and heat of yours on him would make him tremble, shaking him right down to his core. To finally touch and caress each inch of that supple skin. To kiss you where you've longed for...his strong, warm, hands gripping your soft thighs...to part them and give you the relief and release you had been aching and pining and wanting from him for what had seemed like the longest time.

Jongho sighed, watching you talk to the guys, your eyes lit up and sparkling from the conversation. A shy smile playing on his lips. He hadn't been in the room for long and hadn't listened to a single thing the group had said to him, he could only stare at you. He found himself lost and immersed in you the longer he stared, lost in your beauty.

God, Jongho loved you. He could just feel his heart bursting. Every little gesture.

"Jongho, bro. Earth to Jongho." Yunho and Yeosang snap him out of his reverie.

"Huh? What did you need? I wasn't listening."

Yunho glanced at him. "Dude, we know you got a giant boner for Y/N...it's kind of hard to not pick up on that vibe from you, bro."

Jongho felt the flush slowly creeping up the back of his neck. It's getting warmer the longer he has to think of an answer for them, the group that included his crush. 

Shit.

Yeosang tapped his chin. "Listen, maybe you two just need a little talk. Like a long one about how both parties are pining after one another and have secretly wanted to bone but are just far too scared of rejection, loss and losing what great and wonderful friendship and relationship." He finished, an innocent smile spreading across his face.

Jongho choked back his beverage at Yeosang's statement.

"Hah! So my assumption was correct! Oh. My. GODDDDD! GET. YOURSELF. LAID!" Yunho hollered.

Jongho slapped a hand to his friend's mouth and with a few frantic looks around the room, you were nowhere to be found. His shoulders relaxed slightly, feeling relief wash over his whole frame. San had mentioned you being in the restroom. He removed his hand from Yunho's mouth with a sigh.

"Why don't you just make a move on her?" Yunho smirked, knowing very well. "Pretty sure she wouldn't reject the thought."

Jongho, currently sitting upright in his seat at the table with all the guys staring back at him with those damned knowing glances. "And how would you guys know?"

Wooyoung narrowed his eyes on him. "Probably because she told us. Maybe. Just a bit." He shrugged.

Jongho furrowed his eyebrows. "Wait...you mean, she really does...? Actually, have feelings...like, THAT...for me?"

Hongjoong sighed. "Jongho, you like Y/N. Y/N likes you. Just get together with her before I vomit at your puppy-dog eyes you make every damn time you stare at her. It's cute...but you need to DO SOMETHING. ANYTHING."

Seonghwa nodded with his eyebrows furrowed. "Please Jongho. Do something. I don't think I could hear Y/N and her venting of sexual frustration for the 10th time this week. The girl wants to jump your bones."

San coughed and pointed over towards the restroom, indicating you. The guys shifted nervously in their seats when you exited the room and stared back, confused as hell as you walked back towards the table, plopping down right beside your best friend.

"Were you guys talking shit?" You narrowed your eyes.

"You know we always talk shit." Wooyoung countered back with a smile.

"I missed all the gossip, didn't I?" You frowned but then perked up when you remembered something. "Oh yeah! You guys heard that the NCT frat is throwing their annual house party next weekend, right? Xiaojun asked if we were all gonna go."

Mingi did a small little dance in his chair. "Party at the NCT frat house? You KNOW the alcohol will flow so well. Fuck yes, we gotta go. Those dudes know how to throw it."

"Agreed," Yeosang chimed, "oh my god I'm going to need to drink some alcohol in order to just forget everything and have some fun," He exhaled, "all the finals this week and the project for my Creative Writing class is stressing the FUCK outta me."

You looked at your phone and groaned. "I gotta book it if I'm to get to my next class...don't wanna be late, see ya!"

You're all settled on going to the NCT frat's party that coming weekend, you just didn't think...maybe...things could actually...happen. 

And actually take a turn.

You were dressed in a lace bralette, a little mini skirt and heels that would get you laid that night. Probably. Maybe? It was worth a try, you guessed. You walked out of your bedroom with one of Jongho's button down shirts over your scandalous outfit.

"Isn't that my shirt?" Jongho asked, tugging a sweater over his head and grabbing his wallet. He ran a hand through his silky raven locks, leaning back on the wall. You blushed furiously at how good your roommate looked with the fitted gray sweater and jeans with his wallet hooked on a finger.

"Yeah...sorry...needed one of your shirts." You shrugged. "Would it be okay for you if I could borrow?" You stood there, hugging it to yourself with one arm and it just fit so well on you. You love the way his clothing just surrounds your body. Makes you feel like he's surrounding you and enveloping you into a tight hug or...something.

"U-um...I don't mind! Of course." Jongho blushed back and fiddled with his wallet.

"Don't want your roomie and best friend stealing any more of your shirts?" You giggled, then turned towards the living area where the rest of the guys were. "Button up or no?"

San looked you over and shook his head. "Nah, keep it unbuttoned. The outfit's hot and if you buttoned it, then there'd be no point in wearing that outfit."

Yunho looked your frame up and down with a nod of approval. "He's got a point there."

"Oh, so you're wearing it like a cardigan?" Hongjoong asked with an eyebrow cocked.

Seonghwa nodded appreciatively. “It looks good as a cardigan, Y/N. Just button up if you ever feel uncomfy.”

"S-she can do whatever she likes with it..." Jongho coughed, then he shot you a playful smile. You tilted your head in question as his eyes watched over you slowly, giving you a slow up-and-down of your body, taking it all in and appreciating the view. "I think you look hot though, Y/N."

Wooyoung shouted "Seconded."

Hongjoong shooed everyone out of the apartment. "We need to be somewhere like now, please."

Yeosang laughs at San and Mingi shoving each other on the way out of the apartment and on the stairway and steps outside to your cars. Jongho shuts the door and walks out after the last of you guys, you press the lock on the doorknob as you follow behind him.

Your heartbeat stumbles as the fabric draped over you sways against your skirt. You're falling behind him by a few steps and take an extra moment to gaze over his legs...those jeans were a smart choice. That ass was peeking at you from beneath his fitted sweater, making your skin heat up just a bit. Jongho was dressed from head to toe looking like the most fucking attractive man in existence.

Xiaojun greeted everyone at the frat with huge hugs and Yunho and Mingi followed close behind them, not being able to contain their excitement at the insane amount of alcohol that awaited them for the next couple hours. You and Jongho greet Xiaojun with a warm smile.

"If you all need me, I'll be over here!" He motioned towards the kitchen and the guys followed after him, Wooyoung excitedly looking at the already hard and set-up alcohol.

You were halfway across the large open floor living room with Jongho, standing beside a wall.

"Jongho!" A girl walked towards him and hugged his midriff.

The gesture sent your face twisting into an expression of disdain. And was that a pang of jealousy you felt too? No...surely not. Or maybe? Possibly. Yeah...just a bit. Maybe. Okay. Maybe not.

Fuck it. You were jealous.

You walk past her to the kitchen as she begins conversing with Jongho, turning on your heel with a hurt expression. Who the fuck is that and who the fuck is she to wrap herself all up on HIM, in front of you? But then again, why does it bother you so much? It shouldn't, but here you are, walking with your best friend into a living area bustling with drunk college kids. The feeling and emotion you were left with is almost a complete confusion. You decide to push those aside and act the total opposite.

You went to stand in between Hongjoong and Seonghwa in the kitchen as they watched Mingi and Yunho mixing together every alcohol they could get their hands on, as long as it resulted in an overly-powerful and undrinkable drink. Their drinks were usually a hit at parties. Seonghwa narrowed his eyes as he watched Mingi drop in what must have been half of the entire bottle into the cup he held.

"Broooo, this drink is gonna knock me flat on my ass. Fuck yeahhhh!!!" Mingi brought the drink to his lips and slurped loudly, an impressive "AHH!" emitting from him as his chest heaved from the intake.

"Is that even safe?" Hongjoong questioned and grimaced as he stared with squinted eyes at the drink, the cup somehow filled all the way to the brim.

Mingi, whose chest continued to heave up and down in an impressively rhythmic pattern. "Who knows?"

"You okay?" Seonghwa leaned down to ask you. He had noticed that Jongho was surrounded by other girls from around the campus, hanging all over his frame, running their hands up and down his chest and his biceps as he casually made conversation with them, laughter spilling from him occasionally. And each and every giggle and touch you felt it in the pit of your stomach.

"Y/N?" Hongjoong eyed you carefully, confused as to where your thoughts have escaped you at the moment.

"I-I'll be fine, guys." You gave him and Seonghwa your best smile, and then turned to Mingi, "So are you planning on blacking out tonight or just simply knocking you off your ass?"

Mingi gave a wide grin and he shook the glass up and down. "Who fucking knows, Y/N," He brought it to his lips, gulping down the concoction of a drink, then exhaled in satisfaction, "who knows." He smiled.

You watched as he walked away with Yunho and a few other guys they knew as they walked out onto the dancefloor. You chewed on your bottom lip as you glanced towards where you had last seen Jongho. Who's also...gone. Shit. You swallow back a lump in your throat.

A song's vibrating through the large speakers hung in the four corners of the room and the entire first floor of the frat house was overflowing with other kids and college students like yourself. A cup or a solo cup full of alcohol was always nearby someone or in their hand. The song thrummed to your heartbeats.

San pulled up to you, a wide smile etched on his handsome face, his cheekbones on display.

"Come on, pretty girl. You need to get wasted." He slings his arm around you and pulls you towards the dance floor.

As soon as you arrive there with the group, there's already a sea of bodies moving and grinding to the music, all laughing, smiles and drinks. The bodies are pretty thick, sweaty and in the middle. Everyone looks so happy, their laughter contagious. This is exactly why you came to the party; to have fun and have a good night. Your mood seems to lift slightly.

Wooyoung saw Jongho with the ladies hanging all over him, on the other side of the room and made his way towards them. "Hey ladies, can I steal Jongho for a bit? Kindly give him back, thanks."

Jongho felt his wrist grabbed on to and Wooyoung yanked him through the crowd and towards a far off corner of the room. Jongho is quickly deposited onto a bar stool and Wooyoung swipes a couple beers from a cooler. He turns to look at Jongho and sets a hand on his shoulder.

"Dude," Wooyoung slides over a can of cold beer over towards him, "Jongho, if you don't make a move on Y/N soon, one of the NCT frat dudes are gonna make their move on her and trust me, you know how smooth they are," he pops the tab open, "get your girl, bro. Just fucking do it before it's too late."

Your entire body was jammed packed right next to the other kids on the floor, the heat of everyone and all the dancing was warming your core to the brink. San, Yunho and Mingi stayed relatively near to your vicinity but at the same time...you seemed to have lost your footing at times and drunkenly pressed up against a ton of other people, sweat dripping from your skin as the loud thumping music bounced off every inch of the room.

At one point in the night, you danced against a guy. He smelled good and as the minutes carried on, he had the nicest hands which made their way to your hips as he grinded against you and in return, your butt rubbed against him. For a moment you thought it felt pretty damn good and decided why the hell not. So, you drank and allowed yourself to be pressed further. At one point, he leaned down and whispered in your ear,

"My place?" His eyes were so soft and pleading and all you had wanted to do was disappear from this party into this guy's house, or wherever the hell he took you.

Someone stepped in-between the two of you. The mystery guy seemed to have had his fair share of the hard alcohol and when you turned to your other side to see what the heck was going on and when the intruding boy was going to step away, your heart skipped a beat when your eyes met his.

"Dude, what the fuck, man?" The guy sounded angry and aggravated and all sorts of drunk. "I'm just dancing with her."

"No, I believe the two of you were just a little bit MORE than 'dancing'. And to that, I have a slight problem with." Jongho bit out.

"Ohh shit." Someone from the sideline hooted at this.

The crowd near where the two were standing had huddled a bit closer and watched in suspense and intrigue, eager to watch the confrontation.

"Jongho it's totally fi-"

"It's not fine, Y/N." He whips his head back around to stare you dead in the eyes. They're swirling with what's probably anger. Or maybe something else? Why did his eyes also look slightly...nervous? Maybe the drinks are fucking with him too?

"What? You got a problem?" The guy pushed off of the table he was leaning against, puffing up his chest.

"Yeah, I have a fucking problem when someone is hitting on my girl." Jongho's shoulders had stiffened up and now he's eyeing the drunk guy up and down.

His girl...

Holy fuck.

Did...did Jongho just say you were HIS girl? Your mind is so frazzled from the night and the many, many, drinks consumed so the shock doesn't last for too long but...still. Your blood runs warm through your body and all throughout. Jongho looks...mad. Jongho looks jealous. Like how could someone possibly ever? But here you are, the lucky best friend, seeing a completely new side to him. One that you aren't familiar with, despite the years of knowing him. The guy who just said a very specific word.

He must see how much of a shock to the system his words are for you. Your eyes are wide and staring straight into his brown eyes. Jongho exhales the tension in his shoulders, shaking his head, and he shoots you a small soft look. It doesn't last for longer than a second but the message is conveyed and you're screaming in your brain because all of the feelings just seem to hit your insides. 

All at once.

"So she's taken?" The dude is swaying and he brings his cup, which smells as strong as Mingi's concoction, to his lips and downs the drink. He turns away and towards the dancing, grinding bodies and another girl quickly gravitates towards him.

It's quite some time before he makes any kind of move after all of this but when Jongho's hands make their way around your hips, you melt into his body immediately, falling back against his toned chest. His heartbeat is calm against your back. Jongho feels just right, so fucking right, holding on to your waist.

Jongho places himself right behind you and he's setting his chin down onto your head, leaning into you while pulling your waist towards him. And even better...there's that voice in your ear.

"Y/N," He whispered in your ear, the heat from his breath teasing your ears, "if I just made things weird..."

You turned your head back at him, your noses centimeters apart from touching. His eyelids lowered, gaze fluttering over to your lips, before glancing back at you, biting the inside of his cheek and chewing nervously on the inside. "You definitely didn't."

"Yeah?" He breathes.

"Yeah..."

"Then," His words ghost your lips and suddenly it seems like all sound has escaped from this room and the two of you are completely alone. You two stare in the other's eyes as a comfortable silence encompasses the air around your bodies. His lips are slowly inching closer to your lips, "do you maybe want to go back to the apartment?" His words drip with intention and that just stirs more emotions. "Just the two of us?"

You glance at the dancing kids and bodies near the two of you, nodding in agreement and take him by the hand and weave through everyone. You glance back at the kitchen and see Hongjoong and Seonghwa giving you thumbs up. You only laugh, not fully absorbing how that might've looked from their point of view. You're laughing because of just how excited you are. The emotion swelled up all over you and as the air outside enveloped your exposed skin. You shivered at the cold and at the thrill, the night sky was endless in depth and so was your adrenaline rushing inside your veins.

There are a few other people who walk and stumble back home, making their way from parties. Some couples seem pretty wasted, falling out of bars and holding onto the light poles. All you're doing is walking with Jongho, holding onto his palm and laughing to each other while talking about nothing in particular.

Until...Jongho opens the door to the apartment and tugs you back so your back presses up against his chest. He shuts the door behind the two of you and Jongho's breath is tickling against your ear, his hands are sending your entire body on fire, sliding up the sides of your body, caressing every inch that your outfit reveals. His hands land on your hips again and this time, he turns you to face him, staring straight into his deep-brown eyes. Your back is pressed against the apartment door, you two are breathing shallow, nervous and impatient breaths, your palms are pressed against Jongho's chest and the other is running up the fabric of his sweater over his muscles, before wrapping it around the back of his neck.

Jongho pressed your bodies together and as he held on to your waist, he dipped his head down and caught your lips with his own. Kisses on each other's jawline were next, the feeling had you pressing further into the body against yours. 

Fucking finally.

Your mouths felt amazing and right together as your lips were hot and opened against each other, the kisses you were exchanging felt just right and you never wanted to stop.

When he pressed further into your figure, a guttural, low moan escaped the pit of your stomach and reverberated back against him as he hit your groin spot on. Jongho slid his leg against yours as you pulled him in by the collar, bringing him further. His thigh slipped between your legs, giving you some pressure in all the right places and he pulled you closer.

"No more being friends after this..." he murmurs, the deep voice caressing your skin, "not when I've got you just like this, baby."

You responded with a sound that could've been an agreement or could've just simply been his name. You still aren't too sure of exactly what happened and all the actions that transpired but all you know is...Jongho feels way, way, WAY fucking better than you could've ever dreamed of him to.

After a minute, he lifted you up, strong arms supporting you, and you wrap your legs around his middle, your hands running through his hair as he sucks and bites a spot along your neck, his arms still holding you tight. Your room was only steps away from the door. You grab him by the face to pull him to you, meeting him at every kiss.

Fuck, how long have the two of you denied all these urges? You're moaning into his mouth again and Jongho responds in a way that says he'll give you exactly what you want. A quiet groan emits from deep inside his chest. It sounds absolutely sinful and so deep and low that your heart flutters with a sense of joy, knowing you were the one responsible for creating the sound. The most glorious of sounds.

"You know..." you started, raining kisses along his jaw and face. "The other night I was up in the middle of the night to grab a bottle of water and I saw you," You nibbled and licked at his ear and felt him stiffen, he swallowed heavily and continued to listen to you, "Jongho, baby, you were fucking your hands to the thought of me, weren't you?"

Jongho leaned his head in your hair, a long shaky inhale and exhale escaped his lips. He couldn't bring himself to tell you just yet that he knew it was you watching him, hearing him moan your name, how many times he came to the thoughts of you...

He whispered your name to you, making his way to the couch, letting your figure fall backwards down onto the cushion, before his body following after and settling on top of yours. His lips captured your mouth and his hips were pressed down on to yours. "Hmmm...and you? What did you do when you found that out? Did you touch yourself, baby girl? Thinking about what I'd do to you in real life? How you'd sound begging and crying my name, hmm?"

"Yes..." Your back arching towards him.

Jongho starts to drag his fingertips down to the center of your chest, brushing the lace bralette. You moaned when his tongue slipped against your bottom lip and you gripped onto him tightly, moaning as his lips danced against yours. "Y/N...what do you want, baby?"

"Fuck," you whimpered, "You. I want you."

"Gonna tell me how you need me? Use those sweet dirty words and tell me exactly, exactly what I want to hear come out of that gorgeous mouth."

The way Jongho's fingers tease your breast has you trembling and all your senses in a frenzy. You were melting under Jongho. Everything he says is dripping with sensuality, turning you on further, especially as his hands continue roaming, landing right above your ass and then gently squeezing.

"Please Jongho." You whimpered. "Please Daddy..."

"Daddy, huh?" Jongho let out an amused huff, sucking on the other side of your neck. His voice sounds deeper. "Never knew that you'd have a daddy kink, but damn...does it work for me." His knee grinds down against your clothed pussy and your eyes roll back slightly. "Good girl."

His teeth sink into the lobe of your ear and it has you whispering a hoarse cry of his name. Your brain was buzzing with excitement at the turn of events and now you only crave more. You want his tongue and his lips and his thick thighs and his toned arms and...just EVERYTHING. You need and want everything.

"Touch yourself for me, baby. Do exactly what you were doing when you think of me at night and let me watch you. You'd like that, yeah? Knowing your best friend wants you so bad he watches you touch your little cunt, wishing it were him?"

All your senses were on fire and your pulse throbbed and raced. Yes...Jongho always looks handsome. So fucking handsome but...

Looking at him like this. Watching Jongho stare down at your body like a man who wanted to wreck you in every single way. Your cheeks flush red at his request and with a surge of liquid confidence, you nod. Jongho presses another passionate kiss on your lips. As he pulls away, he licks his lips, the tip of his tongue darting across his plump lips, still slick from the kisses. His fingers played with the waistband of your skirt, dragging down to just between your thighs, fingers ghosting the soft sensitive spot. Your eyes never leave him.

"Come on baby. Strip and touch yourself for your Daddy," his hand is just barely resting above the most sensitive part of you. "Strip everything off except my shirt because you look so good in Daddy's clothes..." His smile, that beautiful grin you had grown to love in all its various forms and fashions, split across Jongho's face. "And then be my pretty baby and make yourself cum right in front of Daddy while you call out my name. My good baby, Y/N."

And you do just that as you shimmy out of your skirt and panties, snapped open the hooks of your bralette and it fell somewhere behind the couch. Leaving you there on the couch, splayed out in the semi dark in only the huge buttoned down shirt you stole from your roommate. With a deep breath, you spread your legs wider. Reclining back on the couch with your shoulders touching the back of the seat cushion, you drag your right hand down over your neck, teasing a nipple with your left hand as your body twitches and sighed with relief from even this small contact. The way Jongho watched you felt so intimate and...filthy and so, so amazing.

With your fingers trailing down between the valley of your breasts and along your belly, you press down right above the bundle of nerves between your legs. Feeling yourself throb, already dripping wet and hot. You slip the middle finger right along your folds, wetting the digit and moaning out his name. You pump the finger a bit in and out and can't stop staring at him. Watching Jongho unzip himself from his jeans, revealing boxers, a wet mark of precum staining the front fabric, before he too slipped them off and took out his leaking cock from his boxers.

And yes...the size is proportional with all his other features and your head reels at the thoughts of what could happen and will happen tonight. His beautiful and perfect cock, glistening and sticking straight up and throbbing at every heartbeat. You moan loud enough for both of you and as soon as Jongho grins at you, it's suddenly easier. He grabs the base and jacks himself as he keeps staring right at your body, "Fuck baby you look so sexy. Touching yourself in only my shirt like a good little slut and fuck...my little girl. Look at your clit, throbbing and swollen from not enough attention, yeah? Spread wider, baby. Let Daddy see you play with that pretty pussy."

"Mm fuck, shit...yeah, it's yours Daddy, please..." You drag your finger back up and find that most tender bundle and begin to slowly massage yourself. A loud and sharp "fuuuuck" followed by a sigh escapes the deepest parts of you. "Right there, fuck."

"God, yeah, fuck yes. That's it, baby. Show Daddy where it feels best and where to make your little pussy feel all nice and warm."

Jongho slowly rubbed along his leaking shaft, keeping his intense gaze on your finger rubbing faster in tiny circles. After a few minutes of rubbing your sensitive and aching clit, the pleasurable knot inside is reaching a maximum point.

"Da-Daddy...I'm gonna cum."

"God yes, good baby. Make Daddy proud and let me fucking see you come undone right there. So gorgeous." Jongho was almost close too, judging by the pace his fingers were moving around his cock. The rhythm matched the tempo that your fingers worked around your wet folds, the sticky moisture that continued building up while your breath became uneven and uneven as your pleasure spiraled and intensified. "Right there Y/N. Do it, cum and make a mess for Daddy."

With a small scream and a long-drawn out, broken whimper, your walls begin to pulsate and an all-encompassing warmth spreads all over your body. You rode out the orgasm and came while calling out his name, waves of pure bliss crash all around. Every single touch against your wet skin heightened as you went on with the last few moments of it. You opened your eyes again and brought your glistening fingers out from your sopping cunt, both feeling your whole body flush and your vision dizzy.

You swallowed the rest of your orgasm in a hard and desperate attempt to take in everything. Even with all those layers, Jongho really looks breathtaking. Like a complete piece of work. 

"Good, so good and pretty for your Daddy." His thumb plays around his head, spreading his own precum before jacking himself harder and quicker, Jongho can't help but make the sexiest of noises, spilling your name and 'fuck' and 'shit' and a dozen other curse words over and over. "I'm fucking cumming." 

Jongho leaned further back, closing his eyes tight and groaning loudly and deeply, chest puffed out. And he continued, thrusting his hips into his fist before they twitched erratically and then he was cumming all over his fist and his shirt.

He takes a few long shaky breaths, opening his eyes to reveal half-lidded ones. Looking completely gone and satisfied. He breathes heavily, "Can't wait to have you so full of me..."

He tugged his shirt over his head, picked you up and made his way to his bedroom where he deposited you and him onto the bed. Jongho wasted no time, mouthing at the skin near your thighs, coaxing you to open wider as you stroked yourself until you were panting, twitching beneath him, and with a long "yes, fuck...Daddy..." and a hard shiver wracking your entire body, you were falling apart a second time in front of Jongho.

Your throat was starting to get a bit dry as Jongho lapped up at the juice coming out from your delicious hole, your whole face heated up and his face between your thighs was absolutely stunning. Especially the way Jongho's looking up at you through his long lashes while swirling his tongue around the spot you desired it most. The sounds of pleasure coming out of his mouth while his tongue sucked all over were absolutely delicious and fueled your arousal even further.

Jongho groaned against your inner thighs as he inched his way up, dragging his body above your figure. Your bodies slot together so perfectly, like it was fucking made to be like this. His large hands easily caress you, dragging up and down and sending shudders up and down the column of your neck and then over your hard nipples. His dark eyes staring into yours, asking if you still wanted to do this, it felt a thousand times different, and it made a dozen emotions spring to life inside the pit of your stomach. Jongho kissed along your jaw and gently nipped the soft skin, careful not to leave too many visible marks, and instead chose the lower neck. He didn't care how turned on he was, all that mattered was the fact that he and you were finally doing something about these sexual feelings.

"Feeling good, baby?" Jongho whispers hot against your skin and you feel your whole body break out into goosebumps. "Wanna make you feel amazing. Fuck you so good you'll see stars, yeah?"

"Mm...please Jongho, give me more." The sounds you make are positively sinful.

Jongho slips his hand behind you and tangles itself within your locks and the other is gripped securely underneath one leg and he throws it around him, pressing him down onto the mattress and arching your back and revealing all of yourself, including the sopping heat he desired most. Your neck feels deliciously exposed and with another hard and fiery kiss pressed on your skin, a hickey forming at the point, Jongho sucks even further on the now swollen area, creating a large patch of discoloration.

Jongho pressed against you harder and a particularly delicious kiss to the tender spot makes you roll your eyes back with a whimpering his name and 'yes' on repeat.

"What did I do to deserve such a delicious little thing begging for me so eagerly...so loud and open...mmm fuck yes baby, you taste incredible," Jongho gave an experimental thrust against you and the warmth and size of him is incredibly mind numbing. "Sinking myself into that little cunt and wrecking you in all the best ways. Hear your cute noises and watch as I have you writhing and trembling beneath me, isn't that right?"

"Yes..." Jongho thrusted up and ground down into the wet heat and held his hardness against you, rubbing himself with your sticky juice. You'd thought the man would be impatient in getting to the part of really, really being inside you but with the way he moves his hips and plays around in teasing strokes, Jongho clearly understands the pleasures of foreplay.

You closed your eyes, lost in the absolute perfection of feeling his strong arms pulling you against his chest and the scent of his cologne, his large and thick cock pulsating and twitching, and feeling the muscles flex in his sculpted torso.

"So beautiful, baby. Daddy wants a taste. Want you so hot and bothered that you're absolutely begging and pleading for my thick cock to stuff you full and stretch out your little cunt to mold around Daddy's shape. Until my name's the only thing you know."

The thrill of saying filthy and filthy words, using his size, and most definitely using the terms of endearment were very satisfying. Your nails dug a bit into his arms and his hands dragged around to settle against your ass and thighs, loving the contrast in his size and yours. "That feel good?"

"Yea—shit, Daddy...yes. Can we...please. Please...inside of me, just—please, Jongho..." you stammer. Your entire body felt like it was burning from the inside out.

"Tell Daddy exactly what you want." He encouraged, giving a languid lick along your neck, tickling it and having it arch towards him further.

"Wanna feel you fill me up and stretch my walls." you whisper and a shiver rushes through Jongho at how sweet and genuine it sounds. "Want you so deep inside, wanna feel how heavy your balls are when they hit me, want...want you, Jongho." You whimpered and cried out again and again, your fingers fisted the sheets and your hips grind up against his erection again and again.

"That's it baby, ride the high and show Daddy how bad you wanna fuck his cock. So eager and begging already for my dick. Yeah?" He growled low. You lifted a bit from your current position, grabbing the tip of his length and settling it against your opening and pushing forward until he's half way through your slick and very hot walls. You let him completely into you, your velvety walls wrap around him perfectly, throbbing and massaging him in the process and it's taking everything Jongho has to not move. To not fucking ruin you. It takes even more control to not spill deep in you in the few seconds of being surrounded by you.

And once he starts to move, the loud and strung-out moans, the slow and deliberate thrusts, and the soft whimpers, your body feels hot, hot and oh...wonderfully amazing. Like heaven in each thrust. His hard and throbbing cock was thick and heavy, warm and full and he stretched you wide, hitting so deep inside and knocking your senses loose.

Jongho doesn't think he could take much more. "Fuck...look at how well your pussy is swallowing my cock...you take it so well. Feel so damn perfect." The words slip out so effortlessly. So sincere.

"So deep, Daddy. Yes! More..." His cock hit a deliciously sinful spot inside of you, a series of swears and sobs left you both and the urge to tell him something you had been keeping a secret suddenly took you and left your lips before you could stop. "Jongho, I love you!" you confess amidst the wreckage of strung out moans.

"Say it again." He kissed at the juncture of your shoulder. "Need to hear you say it again."

"Jongho, I love you." The words fell from your lips like an involuntary confession and at that moment, you realized that, with every beat and kiss and gentle brush of Jongho's body against your skin, his presence in your life was overwhelming, that his friendship had grown so naturally into something else.

"I love you too, Y/N." Jongho brushes back some strands of sweaty hair that have escaped and sticks to your cheeks. "So fucking much. Been in love with you for years. So, so much."

With the shared feelings and the release of all the sexual tension, everything is somehow amplified to a whole new level. Jongho holds onto you, whispering all kinds of promises into your ear, all kinds of affection and adoration and how absolutely in love he is with you. Everything is sweet and dizzy. Your breasts brushed against his chest and his skin tingled wherever it touches him.

His cock slid so, so smoothly because he was drenching in your arousal. His speed and pressure increased, turning his thrusts into long, hard strokes as he slammed himself deep into you. His name is a mantra that you call over and over. You wrapped both legs around him tightly, loving his body fully.

"Gonna cum, Y/N, gonna fucking come all over this pretty pussy. God, baby, you are so good. Feel so...shit. Feel so good wrapped around Daddy's cock," he fucked in a few more times, faster and shallower.

Your vision turned into stars, your mouth falling open. With a scream, his name on your lips, you shuddered around him and came on his cock, clenching around him hard and fast. With his final thrust, Jongho stilled and spilled with his entire length still buried within you and buried his head between the crook of your neck and shoulder. You pulled his face, cupping your fingers around his cheeks and brought his forehead against yours as your legs slackened a little and hung onto him tighter around his waist.

Jongho felt fucking incredible. Felt every ounce of your heart and soul within his being and melted right into you.

"Fuck, baby..." Jongho couldn't find his voice as he continued panting harshly, brushing the softest and shortest kisses onto your forehead and along your nose. His forehead was all sweaty and glistened and his gaze looked almost feral, as if he couldn't get enough and needed you over and over. As his breathing began to steady again, he looked back down and gave you a sated grin, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to your nose, which crinkled at the contact. "Well shit..."

"What?" You breathed out.

"Can't believe we waited this fucking long, seriously..." He rolled off but still had an arm draped around your middle and he squeezed, pulling you back flush to his front, bringing his mouth near your ear. "Was it okay for me to cum in you though? Was that alright, or..."

You bite back a giggle and twist so that you were on your side, his other hand cupping the side of your face, and you kiss him languidly and softly before replying with a smile. "I'm on birth control, but it's probably safe to say to wrap it next time just to be on the safe side."

"Thank fucking God," he heaved a big sigh of relief and cackled, nipping on the skin behind your ear a bit and causing a shiver to roll up and down your spine. "Got pretty carried away, wasn't thinking straight."

"I wouldn't be opposed to having your kids anyways." A satisfied and sleepy grin forms across his face and you return one of your own, the kind that reached your eyes and made them glow like Jongho's never seen.

"Have to marry you before you start making me dad material." A kiss is placed on top of your hair. You reach your arms upward and around his neck and pull him forward for a sensual yet brief kiss. Jongho chuckles at the adorable sleepy way that your eyelashes brush along the tops of your cheeks. "Cuddle time?"

"Mhm. Definitely cuddle time." You bring one of Jongho's arms over you so his hand lands around your waist and pull yourself as close into his embrace and warmth as you can be. Your head rests in the curve of Jongho's neck, hands resting on top of each other. He pulls the comforters over the two of you, shifting so that your eyes lock for a few moments, the corners of his mouth tick up into a sweet and relaxed smile. "Your chest makes a pretty pillow. Should use it every day."

Jongho laughed at this and gently rubbed your back with the hand draped across your figure, leaning forward to place a loving kiss to your forehead.

"Love you so much, babe. Gonna be with you forever and always, alright?" His hands land at the small of your waist as the two of you bask in the after-sex glow and comfort and warmth. "How does that sound, my love?"

Your chest grew warmer. You leaned closer, peppering kisses across his shoulders. "That's a promise I definitely want you to keep because I love you too."

[hyufucks]

𓆩♡𓆪 dry humping ` w/soobin !

c. warning(s) — catholicism!au, dry humping, sub/dom dinamics, boobs/nipple play, corruption kink.

w. count — +8k (i'm so sorry)

✦ minors do not interact.

the first time you saw him, you thought he was the cutest and pretty boy you've ever seen. his pretty glasses made him look prettier than he already was, his dimples that stood out notoriously and his beautiful smile made you lose your sanity little by little.

and of course, you wanted to corrupt him.

you knew through loose tongues that the dear choi soobin is a virgin, literally a virgin. he was never touched by anyone, he never gave his first kiss and he never had his first orgasm.

you wondered how someone so beautiful and hot at the same time never did one of those things in his twenty one years.

then you remember that he is a catholic and that his father works as a priest, in addition to the fact that his mother and older brother are part of the church choir, which you attend every sunday.

of course, the fact that he is a virgin because of his religion has nothing to do with it, since you are also a catholic and yet you have already experienced the things that were previously mentioned.

you almost gave up hope of having any kind of affair with him. until, incredibly unexpectedly, soobin talked to you about his curiosity about the things you did.

and in that very moment, you knew that things would end differently than they began.

“and hey, how does it feel to have a you know…” soobin tried to finish the sentence, but his lips were automatically repressed and his cheeks heated.

"an orgasm? it's pretty amazing if you're with the right person" you answered with total nonchalance, but inside you were itching to kiss his lips and touch every part of his body "but soobin, have you ever jerked off?" this time your tone was more curious, anxiously awaiting his response.

the boy opened his eyes as wide as he could when he heard that question. you noticed how his face became even redder and how he swallowed every moment.

he adjusted his tie slightly before opening his mouth to reply i-i tried, but i couldn't. i didn't think it was right thinking about..."

"thinking about what?" you interrupted him when you noticed that he was again not going to finish the sentence.

he looked into your eyes and then looked away again and sighed loudly "thinking of y-you".

there was a silence for about two minutes in which you could perfectly hear soobin's heart pounding, clenching his fists.

you approached him and took his face with your hands, forcing him to look at you. you caressed his warm soft skin, smiling sweetly at him.

"can i kiss you, pretty boy?" you asked close to his lips and slowly. He nodded repeatedly as he closed his eyes, letting your lips and his connect for the first time.

your dream of kissing him came true. and his dream of being kissed by you also came true.

you moved your lips gently so that soobin knows how to pick up the rhythm little by little, caressing the hairs on the nape of his neck and pulling gently, causing him to moan against your lips.

you smiled in the middle of the kiss as you felt his hands holding your hips and pulling you closer to his. you intensified the kiss once he got used to the rhythm, creating desperate movements from both of you.

you separated slightly from him, looking into his eyes, noticing that his became slightly dark.

"honey, will you let me touch you?" you asked gently. he nodded again, but you denied "use your words".

"y-yes. you can touch me" he replied embarrassed. you smiled again before reconnecting your lips with his.

slowly your hand traveled to his chest and you rubbed circles with your fingertips, touching his toned abs.

then your hand moved carefully down to his thigh, resting there and squeezing gently, earning you a sigh from him.

you finally directed your hand to his growing bulge, feeling his erection in need of attention. you pressed there carefully and gently, making soobin moan desperately.

"can i do something that will benefit us both?"

when he accepted, you took his hand and led him to another part of the building. you asked him to sit on the confessional chair, obeying instantly.

his eyes widened and he felt the lump form in his throat as he saw you snuggled up on top of his coming bulge, slamming your center into him.

his hands automatically went to your waist, and yours went to the back of his neck, drawing him closer to you.

"binnie, do you trust me?" he nodded slowly with a shy smile on his face "good, but tell me if you want to stop at some point".

his eyes snapped shut and his mouth opened slightly as you began to rub against him, creating a painfully arousing friction.

you grabbed his tie and yanked it forward, crashing your lips to his again. His movements were still a bit clumsy and inexperienced, but you honestly didn't care at all.

both were enjoying this moment. both were living out their own dreams and fantasies.

soobin tightened his grip on your waist, digging his nails and forcing you to move faster than before. you smiled in the middle of the kiss at his desperation, surprised that he's so needy.

you broke the kiss to guide your lips to his neck, gently sucking and biting at his perfectly manicured skin.

he moaned audibly as you sank your teeth into his flesh, turning him into a burst of low moans and groans.

your kisses moved up to his jaw, his cheeks and close to his lips, just at the corner.

"soobin, you can touch me if you want" you whispered close to his face without stopping moving. he nodded enthusiastically, looking embarrassed at your breasts, swallowing a bit.

his hands left your waist and went to your breasts, touching them softly and fearfully, looking into your eyes to see if he was doing it right.

"that's it, baby. apply more pressure if you wish. don't be shy…"

he obeyed almost instantly, squeezing your breasts a little tighter, feeling incredibly good to finally touch what he always wanted.

his fingers caught your hard nipples and he caressed them gently. his mouth practically watered as he watched your breasts move slightly with each movement you made on his tight bulge.

he met your eyes once more before working up enough courage to tilt his head down slightly, connecting his plump, wet lips with one of your nipples.

you sighed audibly and took a handful of his hair, burying his face even deeper between your breasts.

he moaned against the fabric that covered your nipples as he heard you gasp for him, causing his lower belly to vibrate and heat as time passed.

"just like that, binnie" you congratulated him and incited him to continue "what a good boy you are, aren't you?" he nodded happily at your compliment, warming his cheeks.

you put one of your hands on his knee, leaning back a little to get another angle and position. your hips continued to move at a faster pace, working your wet center right up against his sticky tip, increasing the need for both of you to orgasm.

you took his face in your hands and forced his mouth to disconnect from your nipple. His lips formed an adorable pout at having stopped his movements.

"how are you feeling soobin?" you asked with a broken voice "remember when i described to you the moment in which a person has an orgasm? how his body acts and how it feels?" he nodded quickly "do you feel that way now, darling?"

"i feel like i'm about to explode..." he murmured, pressing your hips tighter again "i feel good, but I need to release something that is inside of me".

you kissed him again, biting his lips as you felt your legs and stomach vibrate from the warm sensation of the approaching orgasm.

"you're about to have an orgasm, love" you warned him between moans and with heavy breathing "just let yourself go, okay? don't be afraid. i'm here with you".

soobin hid his face in the crook of your neck, paying attention to you and letting himself be carried away by the wave of pleasure that his body was having. he sobbed softly and his body stiffened as he felt his pants and underwear get stained by his hot cum, making your underwear and lower thighs sooaking as well.

the feeling and thought of helping him have his first orgasm made your body tense as well, squeezing his shoulder and hair.

you felt your orgasm hit you hard, clouding your vision, covering your ears with muffled sounds, letting your lips escape a loud moan.

you kept sitting on him for a moment, kissing every part of his face before reaching his lips, pressing a soft, chaste kiss.

you stood up as best you could with your legs shaking and helped soobin stand up too. you caressed his face and kissed the tip of his nose, smiling sweetly at him.

"you did a good job, sweetheart." you ruffled his hair and he laughed softly at the caress and compliment.

soon you felt his arms around your waist to form a hug, hiding his face again in your neck.

"you were right" he said quietly, almost to himself "an orgasm feels pretty amazing if you're with the right person".

your face heated up and you formed a happy smile at his comment, not knowing that he was the same as you.

[boba-beom]

wait- no because it was like almost 4am when I joined soobin’s live and I sent two messages, one was one in the ss, and the other asking if his whole family has dimples 🥹 but the thing is when I watched it I think I was a few minutes behind the live bc it kept lagging but I didn’t know that 😭 and I was in and out falling asleep so I probably missed the translation. THEN I WOKE UP LITERALLY A FEW MINUTES AGO AND SAW THE TRANSLATION 🥹 I didn’t know if it was mine that he read, I’ll wait for english subs to come out to find what he read aloud, but (yes papago for now bc I’m not at that stage in korean yet 😞) this was the last thing on my safari from during the live 🥹

idk how many people asked him about this or if anyone else did 🥹 I tried to see if you can see the live messages when I watch back on the live but I can’t (I mean, at least idk how) but yeah ik I’m lowkey jittery but omg and pls I was gonna see if soobin would see that one (in ss) bc he was talking in english for a lil bit and it was the cutest thing ever AAAAAA

it’s one of those I guess we’ll never know moments 🥹

[cyberwonu]

Can i request svt reaction to their gf having dimples please? Like on both cheeks.

seventeen reaction to their partner having dimples

paring : svt x gn! reader

notes : fluff!

wc : 441

note : hi anon! thank you for being my first ever request!! <3 also i'm so sorry if this isn't good i've literally just started writing so i have no idea what i'm doing lmao .... please tell me how i'm doing! i need feedback lol

EDIT : apparently tumblr deleted all of chans section and i didn't realize until now i am so sorry 😭 it's there now please don't hate me

seungcheol

- would think it's so cute

- you match!!

- would show people all the time by making you smile and smiling next to you

jeonghan

- would poke them when trying to get your attention

- would probably make you a silly nickname based around your dimples or just call you "dimples"

joshua

- thinks they are ADORABLE

- would do anything to see you smile to see your dimples! so he would be silly all the time to make you happy

- gives them lil smooches

jun

- honestly didn't notice them at first

- it took a while for him to realize and then one day he saw them and just ... ????

- "have you always had those?"

- "yes????"

- would also poke them frequently

hoshi

- also thinks it is adorable, literally the cutest thing about you to him

- always touching your face lovingly, so he would love to admire your dimples

- smooches them whenever he can

wonwoo

- doesn't acknowledge them much

- like he knows they exist, but he won't make a big deal about them

- would compliment them when he sees you smile making you smile more

woozi

- would somehow incorporate it into a song, rather one just for him or you or fr the group he doesn't know yet

- thinks of it as one of the most defining features of you

- compares your dimples to his wooahae

minghao

- thinks they fit your face really well

- if you ever felt insecure about them he would tell you they make you, you and show you the beauty of them

mingyu

- would take pictures of you smiling to see your dimples!!!!

- would also give them soft kisses

- would leave notes around with bad doodles of you with your dimples emphasized

dokyeom

- KISSES!!

- so many kisses

- would also do anything to make you smile to make your dimples as prominent as possible

- and since his smile is so contagious you guys would be so smiley together

seungkwan

- would take surprise pictures of you smiling cuz he thinks they make you extra cute

- would edit eyes besides them on pictures to show you they look like little faces

vernon

- also one to not make a big deal about it

- when he saw them for the first time he was just

- "oh.... you're cute" with his own smile

chan

• would poke them and grab your face affectionately, like when you see something cute and you want to squeeze it... yeah that's him with your face sometimes

• i don't think he would be very into pda so most of his affection would be in private but he would always smile and compliment your dimples whenever he could!!!

- would poke them and grab your face affectionately like when you see something cute and you want to squeeze it... yeah that's him with your face sometimes

- i don't think he would be very into pda so most of his affection would be in private but he would always smile and compliment your dimples whenever he could!

[eternalwritess]

hello, dearie! i saw your matchups, and i think what you’re doing is just the cutest thing! so i’m hopping in with a request of mine, if that’s alright!

general stuff/preferences: i’m an 18 year old cisgender woman and am bisexual, not too sure of my gender preference yet if i’m being real. not too picky about who i’m paired with although i would not like to be shipped with the following: valentino, niffty, alastor, mimzy, angel dust, sera, saint peter

personality: honestly i can get pretty cold and sharp around folks i don’t know well, i don’t trust until you’ve proven that you’re worth trusting, but once you get past that first initial stage… i’m honestly just a big ball of sun (according to my close ones)! i’m fairly mouthy and have a bit of an attitude, both jokingly and seriously. my humor is very sarcastic and quite a bit cynical, which matches who i am, i guess. if i love you, then i love you whole heartedly, i’m very protective yet loyal to those i love, and despite my small stature i won’t hesitate to throw literal hands if you fuck with my friends, partner, family, etc. despite my highkey bitch persona, when i’m with someone who i value (like a partner), i really let go more. i’m just more light hearted and goofy with my partner, and it’s just easier for me to be comfortable with them over anybody else, i’m a fair bit shy when it comes to handling compliments, both in a romantic and platonic setting, but i won’t deny them. if you’re into this kinda stuff or if it helps, i’m a pisces and my mbti type is infj (i think).

love languages: in terms of giving love, i’m an acts of service and physical affection sorta gal. i’m not great with my words, especially when it comes to love, although i do try. i honestly just love doing things for my partner to take the weight of their shoulders, like for an irl example, i’ll sneak into my boyfriend’s apartment to clean it up a bit for him while he’s at work — or if i stay the night at his i’ll wake him up with breakfast, simple things. i’m also big on physical affection, i hate pda though, but behind closed doors im all yours, kisses or cuddles or whatever ya want, your wish is my command.

appearance: i’d say i’m fairly basic appearance wise, honestly i’m short, at about 5”1. i have tan skin and dark brown (borderline auburn) curly hair with (dark) blue eyes. i have dimples, which i always hated throughout my years because i thought they made me look childish. i’d say i’m in the middle weight wise, i’m not skinny, but i’m not plus-size (no hate to my plus size peeps, ily mwauh mwauh), but i’ve got a bit of bone to me, and i feel no shame in admitting that i am infact chubby. i’ve also got a few moles and freckles on my face and neck.

ideal date: an ideal date for me consists of sitting on our asses at home while a movie is on that we’re not paying any mind to while we just talk about everything that comes to us. or like a lazy day during a hot summer or something. can you tell i have depression? /hj /lh

kins: (if you couldn’t quite a grasp on my personality, i recommend reading these to get a better idea, i also only included hazbin/helluva kins because my matchup is hazbin)

blitzø (helluva boss), vaggie (hazbin hotel), octavia (helluva boss), angel dust (hazbin hotel), fizzarolli (helluva boss), charlie morningstar (hazbin hotel), ozzie (helluva boss), husk (hazbin hotel), moxxie (helluva boss), adam (hazbin hotel)

style: lowkey i dress like a hobo ngl. an every day fit for me consists of sweatpants or leggings, a baggy sweatshirt or hoodie, with either birkenstocks, ugg slippers, or nike sneakers. sometimes i can’t tell if i dress like a basic white girl or hobo, or both who knows damnit.

so yeah, that’s my matchup! i hope this was enough, or hopefully isn’t too long! tysm if you do this! take care and drink some water, and remember to take breaks 🤍

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➸ I'm not one hundred percent sure and how you two would meet. but if I had to guess I'd say that Saint Peter was out on break and you came up to heaven during that time and he was told to man the gates (despite his protests). He wouldn't be the kindest letting you in, most likely rudely asking for you name and rolling his eyes whenever you gave him a response.

➸ Until you had enough of it, you would snap at him telling him to just do his job and then he'd be more interested in you, messing with you and playing with you teasingly just to get a reaction. I'd imagine that you'd soon grow tired of it and just started to not speak to him and once you were let into heaven you were relieved hoping that you would never see him again.

➸ However fate had different plans for you, he bothered you constantly he wasn't even trying to constantly see you or meet up with you, but whenever he saw you he instantly found some way to annoy the shit out of you. Talking louder than usual, sometimes leaning on you and acting like it was an accident. He thought that you were interesting, more so than any of the other people in heaven and he was going to make sure that he got to know you.

➸ Sooner or later you'd ask him what his deal was with you and all he'd do was smile and simply state that you were interesting and didn't seem like the other 'goody two shoes' that managed to spring up around there. Not to mention he liked the sarcasm you would use to deal with him, he found it endearing and hilarious.

➸ Whether you liked it or not he began hanging out around you more and slowly you became friends and the more you became friends the more he would sling an arm around your shoulder or grab you and pull you places. Soon enough he was constantly touching you in one way or another, brushing hands, or grabbing your wrist to take you somewhere else.

➸ Soon enough he began figuring out that he liked you and began making it his mission to make sure that you liked him back. He'd ask you all sorts of questions and try to figure you out, pick you apart just so that he'd be sure you were in love with him back. Although he just gave up on those tests and straight up asked you out.

➸ At first you weren't sure when it came to going out with him but he didn't stop trying. He kept going and soon enough you agreed. It wasn't that romantic of a date because Adam doesn't really know romance and you both just watched movies the entire time with him cuddling up to you

➸ In the end he fell asleep on you and you stayed the night at his house. In the morning you both watched a few more flicks and soon enough you had to leave. Which he was not fond of. He kept trying to find excuses for you to stay but you told him that you had to go and he reluctantly agreed.

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Whenever you cleaned his room or stuff up he would get really thankful for that because he can be kind of a mess at times and you had to get at him a few times for his messy room before he decided to actually do something about it

You're not great with words? Great, cause neither is he. Whenever he tries to compliment the way that you look or act, it comes off almost as either an insult, as if he was sarcastic, or just a train of stuttering. So instead he likes getting you stuff instead. He'll leave gifts on your desk or in your room but don't mention it cause he gets sensitive about being all sappy

Surprisingly I don't think Adam is into pda too much, he'd say that its bad for his 'brand' when in reality he also thinks that pda would put too much attention on you and he wouldn't be too fond of that as he might get a little possessive at times

He doesn't mind the way you dress, honestly he thinks that baggy stuff look way better on you anyways and will lend you some of his clothes from time to time. Not to mention that he dresses the exact same way and doesn't seem to care too much for 'fancier' tastes

I feel like you two would mess around quite a bit, he would have the more extreme ideas and you would dial it back a bit telling him when and when not to do something. You would also probably help him prank a few people sometimes as long as it wasn't too harmful to them

[ssuminshan-official]

🌸✨️🦊💛0220💛🦊✨️🌸

Happy birthday A-Yao!!!! 💛🌼🌼✨️🦊🦊🦊🦊💛💛💛💛💛

The entire empire was in party mode, as they're celebrating the birthday of their beloved Huangdi. Their celebrations would start from the 10th straight to the 20th!

They would play music, dance, drink liquor and wine, and eat different native delicacies.

~

And as for Yao Huangdi,

he woke up to a lavish breakfast, and team dimple.

Fuying and other attendants: happiest birthday, Huangdi. May you be prosperous.

Yao: *smiling* thank you very much, darlings. 

Xiying: *gives him a rose*

Yao: beautiful.

Team dimple: happy birthday, Jiggy!!!

Yao: thank you, team D.

Mo xuanyu: I'm going to kiss Yao gege first by the way

Xue yang: pushy.

Su she: let's don't fight on Huangdi's birthday.

Yao: *laughing* 

Mo xuanyu: *kisses* happy birthday, Yao gege. I love you so much. More than xue yang and Minshan.

Yao: aww.

Su she: don't listen to him. I love you more.

Xue yang: not mre than me!

Mo xuanyu: would you two mind.

As we were saying Yao gege. I got you this little peony plant!

I got one for Xuan gege too.

Yao: how thoughtful! And that reminds me.

Fuying, did Zixuan receive his gift?

Fuying: yep. Successfully.

Su she: what did you get him?

Yao: a peacock brooch, made out of gold, Jade, diamond and sapphires. A pair of crystal bracelets.

Xue yang: hella expensive.

Fuying: Huangdi, Xuan Huangdi had sent you a diamond pendant with a fox and peacock, a bouquet of roses and tea set made out of gold and Jade.

Yao: awww how thoughtful of Zish. He's a sweetheart.

Mo xuanyu: yea!

Su she: *kisses his hand and dimples* happy birthday, my beautiful emperor. 

Yao: thank you darling.

Su she: with the help of your staff, I bought new caravans for you. And the Moling Su sect is going to release fireworks for you.

Yao: aww, how cute! I love it. *strokes head*   

Su she: we must do this, on such an auspicious day.

Yao: you and your sect are really sweet.

Xue yang: Jiggy *kisses him on his lips, then stuck his tongue in his dimple.

Xue yang: happy birthday, dimples!

Yao: thank you yangyang.

Xue yang: I got you some candy. I'm not rich ok.

Yao: It's ok! These are my favorite sweets. Thank you very much.

Xue yang: do you want any tongue tea? Hehehehe.

Yao: *laughing* maybe later.

Xichen: A-Yao. *holding some lavish robes*

Rusong: A-Die!! *hugs* 

Yao: *hug* Song'er.

Rusong: happy birthday, A-Die!!

Yao: thank you, sweetheart. 

Mo xuanyu: Lan lips you should give us a gift too.

Xichen: why?

Su she: there's no need Lan lips.

Xue yang: shhh, let me explain, Shanshan. 

When Jiggy spawns, then team dimple spawns!

This day is when Jiggy literally pushed us out.

Su she: ew, xue yang. But yes, we're nothing without Huangdi.

Mo xuanyu: lol.

Rusong: can you explain it more properly.

Xue yang: can't get more candid than that. Team dimple popped right out of Jiggy.

Su she: after he popped out of empress Shi.

Rusong: *laughing* oh gosh.

Yao: er ge. You know how random team dimple can get. *giggling*

Xichen: *sigh* yea, lol. I'm getting very accustomed to their randomness.

~~~

Out in the town📍

A-Yao's beloved people came out to wish him. They hugged him, gave him delicate bows and hand kisses, and little trinkets.

Happy birthday, Huangdi!

Yao: thank you so much!

Huangdi, we're so happy to see you.

Yao: well I must celebrate with you all right? *smile*

See, I brought Song'er, Xichen, and team dimple.

Yes!

Isn't our Huangdi beautiful!

He has the cutest dimples.

Our smiley emperor.

Huangdi, I made a clay figure Huangdi for you.

Yao: awww, how lovely.

Quite talented.

Mo xuanyu: Yao gege has his own merch.

Su she: of course he does.

Xue yang: as he should.

Xichen: I want one.

Xue yang: you already have a life-sized Jiggy. Relax. 

Mo xuanyu: *laughing* that he has to share with us!

Some citizens: greetings Dianxia.

Rusong: *smile*  hi, nice to meet you. 

You look so much like Huangdi, with  those dimples. And the bright eyes.

Rusong: thank you. You're so kind.

I do get that a lot.

You and Huangdi are so elegant and graceful.

Rusong: ahaha, thanks again.

A-Yao on the other hand was pampered with flowers.

Huangdi. How are they?

Yao: marvelous. I'll put them in a vase.

The governor of Huwan had commissioned a self portrait of you. Did you see it.

Yao: aww yes I did yesterday.

Our artists here are really gifted. 

Indeed.

Huangdi, can you come to my inn to have some tea?

Yao: sure.

Right this way.

Yao: *smile* are you coming, guys?

Team dimple: *walking in front of Xichen*

Xichen: why are you rushing?

Mo  xuanyu: why are you fussing?

Su she: guys a part of his laaaannn ruuullleees. Haha.

Rusong: Team D, this is no time to torment Shizun.

Shizun, let's go have some tea with Huangdi.

Su she: *scoffs* yes Dianxia.

Xue yang: how dare Lan lips put Song'er under a spell. He keeps taking for the this lipsy Lan.

Mo xuanyu: keeps saving him from us.

~

Later in the evening, team D gifted A-Yao with a half naked dage wrapped in ribbons and golden thread and a bow on  his head.

Yao: *sits in a long leisurely robe while sipping on some peach blossom wine.

Xue yang: Jiggy! Look what we brought!

Su she: it's not the best of gifts.

Mo xuanyu: do you like!!

Yao: *almost chokes with laughter* TEAM DIMPLE! What have you done.

Mingjue: untie me and return me! You three stooges and your ring leader!

Xue yang: no.

Xichen: dage???

Mingjue: Xichen, I don't want to he here.

Yao: *stood up* ugh this golden robe might trip me, lol. It's not easy being glamorous, but someone has to do it.

*saunters over* awww I love this gift so much. Team d!

Xichen: ahh, well if A-Yao thinks he looks cute, then it's ok.

Mingjue: where did you gremlins putl my clothes!

Mo xuanyu: we left it in Qinghe.

Su she: oh come on. At least you're still wearing pants.

Xue yang: next year you might not have  pants at all. So consider yourself lucky.

Yao: *makes his fox tail appear*

Mingjue: oh no.

Yao: *caresses his face* You look so adorable, dage.

Mingjue: *turns away, blushing*

Yao: why are you shy?

Mingjue: maybe because I'm half naked.

Yao: but it makes you look macho. *touches chest*

Mingjue: why did you ask those idiots to kidnap me.

Yao: *corrects* team dimple.

And they have minds of their own. Why would I ask them to do this.

But you do look lovely.

Xichen: *jealous*

Su she: awwww look who's drinking vinegar like their brother.

Xue yang: poor poor lipsy.

Mo xuanyu; we should have kidnapped him instead. Next time lipsy.

Xue yang: never too late. Go present yourself to the hulijing. Heehee.

Xichen: *blushes*

Guys....I'll be back......but how come you're helping me out.

Mo xuanyu: we're doing it for Yao gege. As it's his birthday. Yao gege deserves everything in the world. 

Xichen: that's right.

(I'll change into lingerie later, heehee.)

Yao: *cuddling Mingjue*

Mingjue: get away from me!

Yao: do you really want me to leave? Then is your part hard?

Mingjue: I ate oysters! Now shut up.

Yao: heehee.

Mingjue: now what are you going to do to me.

Yao: ah, maybe taste a little bit of your yang energy. And let you go.

It will be very quick, because I have to go to Moling. Shanshan had organized fireworks for me.

Mingjue: why. *rolls eyes*

Yao: because I'm cute!

Yao: now say, happy birthday, A-Yao.

Mingjue: *blushing* happy......birthday.

Yao: *glares, then touches his abs* happy birthday who?

Xue yang: Gosh, Jiggy is so hot.

Mo xuanyu: he always get what he wants.

Su she: he better not displease my Huangdi or I'll chop him up.

Mingjue: happy birthday A-Yao.

Are you happy.

Yao: *smile* of course I am.

*tastes his yang energy while kissing him* ah. Delicious as always.

Mingjue: *feels a bit dizzy* A-Yao.

Yao: Dage~ .

Mingjue: I need to nap. I'm sleepy.

Yao: sure. *glares at his attendants. Then they carried him to guest room*

Yao: maybe erase his memory and get him his clothes. When he wakes up, he can leave. I have a date with Huanhuan later.

Yes Huangdi.

~~~

[fckedupnerd]

Smiley Thomas/Mathew in s3 because oh my goodness I’m glad they finally let him show off those adorable dimples. Cutest smile ever. 🥺❤️

[muffindaddystyles]

HarryWeen: We dressed as daddy tonight!

WARNING: None, dilfrry fluffieeesss is all 🥺🥺

WORD COUNT: 900.

Harry was gonna surprise Y/N today. He and Harry Lambert kept his costume for Harryween in silly secrecy, but guess that his designer's more of his wifey's bestie than his's.

He was grinning hard at his reflection in the mirror loving the way his cheeks looks awfully cute and apple like with pink blush, his face resembling to that of a puffery fishy when the corners of false eyelashes pokes him in a weird way and he chuckles remembering all those time Y/N complains about wearing them and loosing them but he always makes sure to stick them to their mirror and mark them with a sharpie.

It was quite odd when he sent someone to call Y/N from the hall room and even that person didn’t return.

“Mark could you please call Y/N for me?” He felt giddy and bloody enthralled to see Y/N’s reaction, her bright praising eyes and bouncy toes from excitation always gives him a boost of serotonin.

His big crystal pupils rolled up to his forehead in attempt to see the cute headband adorned atop his head and he pokes it slightly to slip it back into it’s place, quickly scrambling towards the middle of room when the door-knob to the dressing room jiggled.

His mouth fell slack. His strawberry lipstick chapping a little from his heavy breathing, the room caramel-ed with the sweet giggles of his lovelies.

“You!” points at her in fake accusation, his grin irreplaceable and too wide, “Bloody you–.” He squeals with the rush of elation.

It seems like a fever dream.

“Hi, Bubby.” Y/N laughs out loudly. Harry Lambert standing behind the two with a super cheeky proud grin, “Meet your lil Dorothy!!” She bounces their thirteen months old baby on her hip.

Vinnie. Their little baby girl’s dressed exactly like her daddy, from head to toe— not even a detail goes un-matched, her chubby cute cheeks already too pink. She’s so small, so cute and Harry shakes his head vigorously in disbelief .. his dimples milking deep from him smiling hard laugh sputtering out of his goaded chest.

His heart bursts into non-stop hiccups with fondness and love that blossoms into every single of his body seeing his baby, his fucking baby dressed as him.

He could kiss Harry Lambert right now on fucking lips.

“Dada!” Vinnie makes grabby hands at his dad, thrashing her red boot covered feetsies, wiggling in her mums arms eagerly and Harry cackles out loudly giving a kiss to Y/N, “Thank you so much. You’ve no fuckin’ idea how much this means t’a me, bubbles.” He murmurs against her head pecking it last time before embracing his little precious bean in his arms, “You look cute.” She smiles kissing the tip of his nose warming up when he his features scrunches up in shyness.

“... And thank you, Harry, Yeh really deserves to get laid tonight have a sexy time.” He winks at him grumbling when his falsie irks him being his literal enemy for the time.

Vinnie coos and babbles curiously peeping up at Harry, a tiny bib around her neck to save her poor costume from getting ruined from her drools.

Harry wipes her mouth taking her dummy out as he speaks to her in the softest and sweetest voice Y/N has heard from him.

“You’re matching daddy t'night, hmm bug? Look how cute you’re.. my cutest little baby.” He croons rocking her in his arms, tapping her cheek with his pointer and watching it jiggle, feeling his heart swarm with infatuation when she giggles at her dad’s silly action.

He puts his fingers on his mouth pretending to be shocked, giving obnoxiously wide comic eyes to the little one, “Even wearin’ the same booties as dada! You copycat!” Vinnie melts all over his chest with the fits of her giggles sighing against him with a soft breather as it tires her and Harry’s feeling undescribed happiness being the reason of her giggly mood.

Y/N’s watching the duo with gleamy tender eyes, it was the best thing she came up with and she’s glad as ever that Harry Lambert also wanted to see this happiness radiate off Harry.

“You wanna be my lil candy?” He gives his baby a toothy grin when she hits her fists with loud gleeful squeals at the sight of Harry’s little basket, “Aww.” They all synchronise, laughing as Harry takes the dog stuff toy out and settles Vinnie there instead snapping her pictures with his own phone.

“Aren’t the loves of my life insanely adorable.” Y/N beams taking their pictures when Harry grabbed the basket from floor and posed with it cutely, his bubba totally on the moon enjoying being put into something small and two sizes bigger than her.

“I love you so ,so ,so much bug.” His lovin’ for his daughter getting muffled into the loud purposely smacks of ‘mwah!’ as he showers her in his kisses not caring if his pink lipsticks all over her soft face making her smell like strawberries.

He loves it when his scents is on her and her honey sweet baby scent is all over his chest from holding her for dear life everytime.

“You and mumma g'na come and see dada?” He asks raising her wrists closer to his mouth and kisses her delicate teensy hands.

She blubbers grinning and showing her only tiny teeth flashing at front.

“Yay!” He dances them around clicking his boots to make her laugh and hugs her with her head crooked into his neck when she actually does fall into her dad’s trap.

It’s the best Halloween he has get to experience so far.

[shina913]

Ristretto 1 | KNJ

Pairing: KNJ x reader

Genre: cafe!AU; meet-cute; strangers to ?; fluff; drabble

Rating: PG-15

Word count: 1.9K words

Warnings: Just pure fluff; light cussing; strangers to ?; Joon's dimples (I mean--who are we kidding? They need warnings on their own, TBH)

Summary: A random café work day leads to something more?

A/N: This drabble was loosely inspired by an anecdote from actor, Riz Ahmed and how he met his wife in the cutest, most non-celebrity of circumstances. You can Google or YouTube his interview from the Tonight Show with Jimmy Fallon, if you are so inclined.

Dedicated to my fellow Joon-loving friend, @deepseavibez

❤️, comment, reblog, or send me an ask 📩 to let me know what you think!

Your Mac will sleep soon unless plugged into a power outlet.

“Shit–” you muttered under your breath after taking a bite out of your almond croissant then started digging into your backpack for your AC adapter.

About two hours ago, you rushed out from the train station and parked yourself at your favorite coffee shop to finish a mockup that you promised to a client at 11…it is now 10:30 and you have a few more adjustments to make on the layout.

When you finally dig your power cord out, you quickly fight to untangle it to plug it into the outlet less than a foot away from you. You briefly hit CMD+S to save your work in case your laptop shuts off before you get a chance to plug it in.

Once your application indicates that your work was 100% saved, you take your adapter’s plug in your hand and rise from your seat to reach over your laptop screen to connect it to the outlet when your head bumps into another.

“Ow,” you said grabbing your forehead.

You hear a low groan across from you.

When you finally look up, you find a tall, male figure massaging the middle of his forehead.

“Sorry—did I hurt you?” He had a low, gentle tone to his voice despite his size.

“No, I’m sorry. I wasn’t looking.”

“I guess neither of us were,” he says while he looks up at you and smiles.

Your breath hitched at the sight of the dimple on his left cheek.

“Do you want to plug yours in first?”

You are shaken out of your daydream. “Uh—yeah. Sure.”

You proceeded to plug in your power cord shortly followed by him.

You promptly sit back down while he does the same. You quickly wiggle your wireless mouse to wake up your screen and breathe a sigh of relief to find your application still open.

“Lose anything,” the man asked casually.

“No, no. I managed to save my work before my computer went to sleep.”

“Oh, good for you! Somehow, I always have terrible luck with that,” he chuckles while you smile back at him. It’s a situation you’ve run into one too many times as well.

“I’m sorry to hear that–I’ve had those, too. Like, I would literally be working on an untitled document for four hours straight before my program crashes,” you relayed.

“I would panic,” he says with a chuckle.

“Oh, I have pulled a few hairs out, trust me!”

Your watch chimes alerting you to a message and you sigh in frustration.

“Sorry if I’m distracting you. I’ll leave you be,” he says with a small smile and continues to type away on his keyboard.

You felt bad that Mr. Dimple (yes, you’re calling him that) has cut your conversation short but your email alerts have been going off with your client asking whether your mockup was still on track for the deadline that you set.

You puff up your cheeks and blow out a breath then continue to move a couple more elements, blend a few more colors, and resize a few shapes on your digital artboard.

As you both worked, each of your screens were angled towards each other–yours was a couple inches larger than his because you preferred a wider surface area for work. You were hunched over your laptop while he sat up in perfect posture as he stared at his screen. Your shoes, almost touching underneath the long cafe table.

He was tall enough to subtly steal glances at you over your huge screen while you contorted your face in various expressions. When you were in the zone, alternately scrunching and stretching your face seemed to help ideas flow freely–it was the weirdest thing.

As he sipped on his iced coffee, he stifled a laugh when he caught sight of you in the middle of one of your facial gymnastics.

You stopped to look up over your screen and found that he was staring at you.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to,” he apologized, fearing that he embarrassed you.

“Oh–no worries! I’m aware that I do this weird thing with my face while I work.” You let it roll off you. You frequented this cafe and have seen loads of people do the oddest things when they thought nobody was looking. Everybody just minded their own business.

“Do you come here a lot,” he asked.

“Yeah. I work as a freelance designer. I mostly work from home but spend some time here for a change of scenery.”

“Ah.” He nodded.

You worked out of the café on days whenever you got stuck with a project. You liked to people-watch and made up random background stories about them. It was a way to jump-start your creative juices.

You took a sip of your macchiato. “A-and you?” It was only polite to ask.

Students, professionals, and homebodies alike frequented this neighborhood café. It was nice, cozy, and they served great coffee with superb, homemade pastries.

You’ve been coming to this place for almost three years at varying hours of the day so you would have at least seen him once.

“I haven’t seen you here before.”

“First time. I moved here a few days ago. I live close by and uhh–what do you know, my internet hasn’t been installed yet,” he said wryly.

“Oh no! That blows,” you said sympathetically.

“Yeah. I got tired of tethering my phone so I thought I’d come down to a café instead.”

You tried to guess if he was a student or some yuppie. But you couldn’t tell because he came dressed in a dark hoodie, sweats, and an oversized coat. He also hid his hair under a beanie, making his facial features more prominent—especially that dimple—which made him look years younger than when you first laid eyes on him after you bumped heads.

You hummed, taking another sip of your coffee. “So…you’re new to the area?”

“Uh huh.” He smiled again–that dimple making you weak in the knees.

“Are you here for work or–”

“Yeah. I have a few more days to settle before I have to check into the office.”

You nodded and absentmindedly hit CMD+S on your computer again.

“Do you have any recommendations on any places in the area that I need to check out?”

“Uhm–well…that depends on what you’re in to.”

He held your gaze while he leaned backwards from his screen to get a better look at you. “Why don’t you tell me what you like to do for fun? I’m pretty open.”

You suddenly feel flustered and catch a glimpse of the clock on your computer. You had 15 minutes left… But surely, you can possibly run through a couple of recommendations in 5 minutes and spend the last 10 exporting your file and sending it out?

You took in a sharp breath. “Well…I like to go into old book stores. There’s one tucked in this specific neighborhood. They have lots of vintage books with a quiet reading nook.”

That’s the best you can do?

His brows quirk up. “Huh.”

Quick! Think of something more exciting!

“Uhmm…There’s also a nice botanical garden on the opposite side of the city that’s really cool if you want to go somewhere quiet and just enjoy nature. Sure, it’s not—like a bar or a club but you can also have a picnic there on a nice day—”

He paused for a moment, a blank expression on his face.

Nice going. You are officially the most boring person in the world.

Just when you start to sink back into your chair, a smile slowly creeps through his lips. “That all sounds really amazing to me. Do you think that—“

“Oh, crap!” You gasped and started scrambling as you suddenly saw your computer clock showing the time as 10:55.

Mr. Dimple is left hanging while you rush to export your file and in the background, start composing an email to send the attachment with.

You curse and mutter under your breath for allowing yourself to be distracted by this café hottie in front of you. You forgot to include a couple minor elements but at this point, this file will have to do. Maybe you’ll make up an excuse to the client and resend another email later saying that you missed it. You just needed something for them to react to.

As if things weren’t stressful enough, your program freezes. You start to break a sweat…you have about 90 seconds left before your deadline.

Then suddenly, a ping comes in.

Hey YN,

Sorry for the last-minute switch. We literally just got a few more requests from the project director. We didn’t think it was fair for you to rush these changes today. Can you implement them by the end of the week?

A reprieve!

You type up a quick response agreeing to your new deadline extension. After you hit ‘send’ you run your fingers through your hair and breathe a sigh of relief.

You look up to see Mr. Dimple still staring at you, brows furrowed.

“Sorry—just had a major project breakthrough,” you smiled, slightly embarrassed.

He then starts to gesture at his face. “Uh—you’ve got a little…uhm…”

“Huh?” You grabbed a napkin and dab away aimlessly in case you had a coffee stain or some errant pastry crumbs around your mouth.

You freeze when he suddenly reaches over by your cheek and into your hair to gently pluck something out.

He shows you a couple of almond slivers. They must have been stuck somewhere on your palms until you touched your hair and they got caught in it.

You giggled, embarrassed. “As you can see, I’m kind of a mess.”

“You look fine to me,” he remarked, still smiling at you.

Your cheeks start to heat up under his gaze.

“Anyway, what I was trying to say earlier was whether you can tell me the names of these places and I can look them up,” he asked.

“Oh, sure. Hang on, let me write them down for you.”

You grab a napkin off the table dispenser and a pen from your bag to write down the names of the locations that you just rattled off earlier. You handed the napkin to him and he took it and put it on his laptop, typing and glancing up at his screen. You assumed that he started looking up the places on his search engine.

“Could I borrow your pen for a sec?”

“Yeah, sure.” You handed him your pen while he scribbled something down.

“This place here—I’m having some trouble reading it.”

Damn you and your chicken scratch handwriting.

“Can I see?”

He holds the napkin to show you. “This one right here,” he pointed at a specific line.

When you glance at the spot that he pointed to, you are amazed to find a few new things written down.

The way he held the napkin, he had written an arrow pointing to him and next to it was his name, 'Namjoon'. Underneath that was an arrow pointing in your direction followed by 'You' with a question mark.

You looked up at him for a bit, slightly taken by surprise.

Worried that you were about to run out the door screaming, he quickly adds, “You don’t have to tell me if you’re not comfortable. But I promise I’m not a creeper!”

You slowly grinned at him thinking how much more adorable he got.

“Hi, Namjoon. I’m YN.” You reach your hand over your screen and he shakes it.

“I’m not very smooth,” he says apologetically.

“I beg to differ,” you smiled at him.

“So uh—would you prefer a bookstore or a botanical garden date?”

You blushed as you agreed to him taking you out.

“Oh, before I forget…are these places accessible by bike? I don’t really drive and–”

”I like bike rides,” you softly interrupted

“Alright then,” he nodded. “It’s a date!” He beamed, two dimples now on full display.

You shook your head and thought…those things should be illegal.

Part 2◥

[mahoushonenloa]

DESIRED BODY + FACE VAUNT

I love my skinny body like it is so pretty and defined I even look like those perfect kpop idols!! I am so tall and my legs are so long I'm literally in love with myself at this point lol. And the best part is that I have toned muscles too like my abs is out of this world and I don't even workout!! I really do love my perfect body. And my face like oh my god I have the most perfect simmetrical face and my skin is so clear and soft it looks like a mochi bun *-* and I'm not even going to start about my smile like it's the CUTEST and I have dimples too I'm literally so perfect. People on the street always look at me because I look out of this world. And, believe if you will, I got all of this just by affirming that I have my desired face and body, like SO easy. Really love myself.

[erodasfishtacos]

Curious Gazes

prompt: [CEO!Harry] four times harry has been spotted by employees being very unlike his demeanor at work.

word count: 4.3 k

warnings: harry is an asshole to everyone but is wife and baby.

**** <-- click for visuals throughout the story. ( because i love showing off how dumb rich harry is - i mean he’s a billionaire ffs)

notes: thanks so much for the love on the first part. I will be writing quite a bit for this trope. the next addition will be all smut. love you, enjoy.

PART ONE

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RESERVATION RUN-IN

Harry has over a hundred-thousand full-time employees. He has nearly ten-thousand at his London office at all times. The skyscraper was beautiful with clear glass, a reflective grey tone, and the structure screamed modern. It has eighty-three floors.

So with that being said, Harry does not know even one third of the people who work in the building nor does he want to. He couldn’t pick them out of a line-up if he tried. 

However, having so many employees in the city means his staff members are bound to catch sight of their boss pretty often outside of the office.

Sarah, Lucielle, Jack, and Anya - all from the customer service department of Styles Media and Marketing Inc. - are all out to dinner. They decided to go all out and dish out a hefty amount to eat at Il Nascondiglio Segreto. It was a reservation they had made nearly a month ago.

As they’re enjoying their appetizer, Lucielle nearly chokes on her oyster, “Holy shit. It’s Harry,” She whispers, nodding her head in the direction she was staring with bulging eyes.

They all can’t help but turn subtly, a perfect vantage point from where they’re sat right across the way from the group of employees. Their boss was dressed in a bit more casual - not by much - attire than he’d worn to the office earlier that Friday afternoon.

He had an open blazer with a white, nearly see-through button up. Their eyes nearly jumping out of their skulls when they spot his butterfly tattoo sitting on right below his sternum. Jack’s hawk eyes catch that he has a name in cursive on his left pec. 

Plus his normal tailored suit trousers were replaced with tight skinny jeans that hugged his crotched - making it unmistakable that he was well….endowed. Hair was no longer as styled and curled. Laying more carelessly on his shoulders. ****

But what was the most absurd thing they saw him wearing was a smile. His lips were curled up in a large, white grin that was big enough to cause little wrinkles around his eyes. 

His hand intertwined with his wife’s until they arrived at their table, pulling out her chair for her, landing a soft kiss on her cheek before sitting down in his across from her.

He automatically puts an open palm halfway across the table and his date places her’s right on top of it. Her large engagement ring and wedding band sparkling in the low lighting in the restaurant. They were holding hands over the table.

The group had never actually seen the women they deemed Cruella Deville. They had envisioned his wife with bleach blonde hair, fake tits, and fish lips complimented with botox that made it so her forehead didn’t move.

But they were met with a beautiful, natural one instead. She had gorgeous curled locks trailing down her back, light neutral makeup with normal sized lips, small creases where they should be. 

Her body was natural as well, breasts pushed up in a bra but obviously not manufactured by the way they sat, a bit of a pouch around her midsection - a telltale sign from her recent pregnancy, and a radiant smile to match her husband’s. 

They looked so happy and in love.

She was dressed short, polka-dotted black dress with a pair of simple black shoes. She complimented with with a bright red lip which stood out against the dark fabric. ***

It’s not that they didn’t look like a match - she was absolutely stunning. It just wasn’t who they imagined for the boss they despised ninety percent of the time.

The group can’t keep their eyes off the couple - subtly, of course - for their whole time at the restaurant.

Harry was laughing loudly - different sound than when he laughed without a humor at bumbling, nervous employees.

It was light and higher pitched - but still gravely low; smooth like honey as his wife matches his laughs.

At one point, after their meal arrives - Harry offers her a spoonful of his food, playfully complaining that she took too big of a bite - but then immediately offering her more right after.

When she excused herself to the bathroom, Lucille catches Harry’s sneaky hand reaching out to give her backside a quick grope which earns him a warning glance that has him snickering.

Anya who was in the restroom nearly runs into her, Y/N apologizes instantly, “I’m sorry! Wasn’t watching where I was going! Are you alright?”

Anya nods, a bit at a loss of words, talking to Harry Styles' wife, “I’m okay, thank you.”

“I swear I have two left feet,” Y/N jokes, complimenting her dress before disappearing into a stalls. A completely lovely girl.

It’s pathetic but the group lingers around to watch their boss’s full dinner date. It was creepy but they were just so stunned at the man that was sitting by them.

The couples behavior had turned more flirty by this point, Y/N’s eyelashes fluttering at little bit more at her husband, her giggles flowing more often with licks to her lips. 

By the clenched fist on the table, Harry seems to be falling prey to the teasing. 

But when his wife whispers something - that must have been filthy - and leans forward so her cleavage is displayed more, Harry’s pulling out his wallet, pulling an absurd amount of bills out and throwing them carelessly on the table.

Y/N’s eyes are twinkling in victory as her husband stands and helps her out of her chair - ever the gentlemen.

It doesn’t seem very gentlemen like though when his hand comes to the very lowest point on the small of her back -  pushing her into him. He leans down to murmur something into her ear before landing a damp, way too intimate for public kiss to her jaw and then throat.

In turn, she looks up at him with a mischievous tilt of her lip and a challenging raised brow. You could cut their sexual tension with a knife.

Y/N lifts up on her toes to kiss him before grabbing his hand and guiding him out of the establishment quickly - his eyes glued to her bum the whole time.

Jack breaks the bated silence, with a bewildered chortle, “What the fuck was that?”

Sarah sips her wine, “Maybe he has a twin? Like a good twin? And he’s the evil one.”

They all laugh and finish up their desserts. 

---

MOTHER’S DAY SHOPPING

Kasey and Tom - from Human Resources - are out for the day. It was a week before Mother’s Day and they were both scrambling for a gift at the shops.

Harrod’s was nearly empty as they had came in a few minutes after the store opened. Kasey had gotten distracted from her mission and was trying on shoes. 

There was a 40% off sale and she wasn’t passing that up.

Tom had wondered off to the electronics department very soon after the first five shoeboxes arrived next to her chair.

“Pink!” Kasey hears a high-pitched baby voice squeal with utter delight. She looks up to see a curly haired toddler pointing at a pair of pink baby shoes.

The little girl had the cutest denim dress on with white stripes ***, white tights on, and white Mary Janes. When Kasey looked closer she realized the Gucci emblem was on the dress - holy shit, she didn’t even know Gucci made baby clothes.

“Daddy, please?” The toddler asks in a sweet, small voice looking to the approaching man who scoops her up in the crook of his elbow.

“Ivy, y’can’t run away from daddy. Do you understand me?” 

Kasey’s eyes widen as she recognizes that deep, raspy voice. It was her boss, Harry Styles, and with his little mini who looked like a cherub angel.

“No run, daddy,” Ivy grins up at him, looking for approval.

The slightly stern look dissipates from his face into a softer, relaxed smile at his daughter’s words. He kept her close against his chest.

“Daddy, please?” She piques up again, pointing at the small shoes on the wall.

“Y’want those shoes?” Harry asks, nodding towards the pink sneakers.

Ivy nods before pointing at the other shoes next to it, “All, please?”

Despite her father not having any manners in the slightest, his daughter seemed to have excellent etiquette.

Harry chuckles, smoothing a stray curl down from her forehead, “Y’want a pair of all these shoes?”

Ivy nods with wide doe eyes and one of her dimples popping in her left cheek. 

“Y’mother’s going to kill me,” Kasey hears Harry mutter before waving a sales associate over.

“Good to see you, Mr. Styles - I’m Tracey. What can I help you with?”

Of course they knew him by name. He was by the looks of it one of their most appreciated customers, figuring he rarely wears the same thing twice.

“Can I please get a pair of all these shoes in a toddler’s size three? And can you please ring them up for me? Thank you,” Harry asks, his voice taking on the executive and firm tone with the associate who nods and turns on her heel.

“Daddy? Kissy?” The girl asks her father, her little palm patting his cheek and she’s puckering her pink lips.

“Yes baby,” Harry obliges, giving her a peck before blowing a raspberry on her cheek. He tugs down her dress that’s ridden up in true parent fashion.

As they’re waiting, Harry continues to talk to his daughter, “Y’know pet, we came here to shop for mumma for mother’s day. Y’always manage to get something out of it, hmm?”

“Mummy?” Ivy squawks, repeating her father’s word. 

“Yes, mummy. I think she’s really going to like the necklace we picked out,” Harry taps at her nose, his eyes just read love and amazement for his little girl.

Kasey was dumbfounded. 

This man had literally stormed into their offices yesterday, frustration seeping into his loud tone as he asked the room of employees if it was a lady's brunch club or a place of employment when he hadn’t gotten a report on his desk at a certain time.

They’d all stuttered and apologized but Harry had already slammed the door of his way out - the doorframe shaking. A nasty email being sent to their inboxes mere minutes later.

“Mr. Styles? We are out of two of the pairs,” The saleswoman appears and tells him, tablet now in hand.

Harry’s voice is calm but he looks her dead in the eye, “Do you not know how to ship them to a house? I don’t have time for this nonsense.”

She begins to apologize, pulling up a page of her tablet, “Your total comes to £6,309.45 for the shoes.”

Kasey’s eyes nearly pop from her head at the total but Harry merely blinks and states, “Charge it to my Amex on file.”

“Would you like me to add on the items you picked up downstairs? That would bring your total to £ 213,088.79. The necklace *** will be shipped within the next two weeks and will need to be signed for at your doorstep by an authorized person of your choosing, they’ll need to provide identification to certify their identity.”

“I need the necklace by next Sunday- it’s my daughter’s Mother’s Day gift to her mum - hence the pink diamonds,” Harry states to the woman like she’s stupid.

Did that woman just say that amount? And did Harry not even bat an eyelash at it. 

Kasey’s brain couldn’t really comprehend it.

“Expedited shipping on this item would be…” Tracey looks down at her tablet and taps a few buttons, “It will be an extra £3,219 for expedited shipping as it’s coming from Swittzerland.” 

Harry is distracted for a moment as Ivy is wriggling until Harry puts her down. Kasey didn’t see that he had a plush doll tucked in between his jeans and belt on his back.

“Baby doll,” Ivy pokes at her father’s thigh, too short to reach her toy. 

Harry tugs it out and hands it to her, “Stay right here, Vee.”

Ivy unceremoniously plops on the ground next to her father’s leather boot while he confirms the purchases and signs off on them.

It was cute - the plush baby doll she was playing with was ratty, worn, and very visibly loved. It seems as if it’s been her favorite toy for a while.

After finishing up with Tracey, Kasey sees him slip her a few bills for her trouble and lugs Ivy back up onto his hip.

“Shake, daddy?” Ivy lisps hopefully, green eyes sparkling up at her father’s. 

Harry lets out a chuckle, “No, baby. It’s only ten in the morning, y’can’t have a milkshake. Let go home, maybe mumma will make us some blueberry pancakes if we give her lots of kisses?”

“Mummy,” Ivy agrees happily, her plush held tightly against her chest.

“She’s going to love your gift, darlin’, even though y’the best gift we’ve ever got,” Harry murmurs lovingly, pressed a warm kiss to his daughter’s cheek.

Tom has wandered back to the shoe department, eyes unfortunately meeting his boss’ right away - widen with surprise.

Harry’s eyes narrow when he finds Tom staring, “Can I help y’mate?”

“Uh-no! Sorry, just, erm, I work for you?” Tom stutters stupidly at his annoyed employer who currently has his toddler trying to pulls his sunglasses off the top of his head.

“Then I’d recommend, if you’d like it to stay that way, you mind your own damn business,” Harry bites out with a warning tone, unnecessarily rude.

Ivy doesn’t seem bothered, delighted when she tugs the shades off his head and attempts to put them on. She begins huffing as she struggles and Harry gently takes them and slides them on for her.

Tom nods, still baffled, and scurries over to Kasey. 

They both glance back when their boss isn’t looking. He hears him murmur softly, “Let’s go see mummy.”

“Pancakes?” Ivy chirps, looking at her dad for confirmation.

“Anythin’ for you, my little love,” Harry agrees, starting to walks to the elevator to the entrance of the store. 

Tom and Kasey look at each other with unexplainable expressions as they watch their asshole of a boss clearly wrapped around a toddler’s finger. 

—-

THE PARK

“Hi! Is anyone sitting here?” Savannah hears from beside her on the park bench. 

She looks up to see a beautiful, young woman looking to be around her age looking at her expectantly. She has a backpack on her shoulders and a curly-haired toddler on her hip.

“Nope! You’re good!” Savannah replies kindly, moving over to make room on the bench for her to sit.

“Awesome, thank you. I’m Y/N and this is Ivy. Say ‘hi’,” Y/N prompts her daughter with a nudge.

Ivy puts on a beaming smile, white little blocky teeth on display, “Hi.”

“I’m Savannah and the little brunette boy in the green shirt is mine - his name’s Flynn.”

“Tell her how old you are, baby,” Y/N smiles, always trying to get her daughter to socialize as much as possible.

“Two!” Ivy giggles before impatiently squirming, “Mummy, play.”

Y/N laughs, “Just as impatient as your father. Go on, stay where mumma can see you, please.”

Ivy nods before speeding off towards the little jungle-gym to automatically start playing with the little group of kids.

“I wish I had their energy,” Y/N sighs, tugging a water bottle out of her backpack. 

Savannah was obsessed with everything gucci - even though she couldn’t afford anything - so when she spots the flashy bag, she can’t help but ask, “Is that a custom Gucci monogram multipack?”***

Y/N takes a sip before answering, “Yeah, my husband gave it to me as a gift on ‘national stay at home mum day’ - which I don’t even think is a real thing. He just knows I’ll chew him out if he buys me things like this without reason.”

They both laugh, Savannah can’t help but glance over the woman a little bit closer. She had a ratty, vintage tee on, plain black leggings, and a pair of black Nikes on - nothing that screamed over the top.

But then she spots the engagement ring *** on her finger. Savannah thought it looked so extravagant it almost looked fake. But the way the faucets reflect so magnificently in the sunshine makes her sure it’s real.

“What was that?” Savannah snaps back, realizing she hadn’t heard what Y/N was saying - too busy deciding how much money she had which wasn’t right when the girl was being so friendly.

“Oh, just - do you know any mum groups around here? I was in a group but all they liked to do was gossip and bitch. And I think Ivy heard the word ‘cunt’ one too many times from them.”

Savannah barks out a laugh, Y/N turns out to be extremely funny and friendly. She has a bit of a foul mouth and a quick wit but is a good listener.

“And so I said to the dude -“ Y/N cuts off when her phone rings, digging it out and answering, “Hi H, yeah. The one with the big purple slide, okay.”

When she hangs up, she tells her new friend, “My husband is stopping by really quick. He has a business dinner later and won’t see Ivy before her bedtime. Or me before my bedtime,” Y/N laughs.

“That’s so nice of him!” Savannah says, knowing her husband enjoyed when everyone was asleep by the time he came home. Would never go out of his way like Y/N’s husband would.

Y/N says with a smile in her eyes, “Yeah, he’s really good to us.”

They continue to chat until they hear a loud engine revving into the car park, Y/N rolls her eyes and mutters, “Of course, he brings the loudest car today.”

A vintage car swings into a spot and Savannah nearly gasps at who exits the car and begins to stride towards them. No one other than her boss. 

The man who had her doing her job by the book and when one hair fell out of place he knew right away. 

The man who she avoided at all cost possibly - taking the stairs so she doesn’t have to be in the elevator with his intimidating presence.

It took her a minute to connect the dots. Y/N was married to Harry? Harry was Ivy’s dad? It through her through a loop - Y/N was just - so nice. 

But it does explain all the gucci and the massive diamond ring. She did happen to work for a fucking billionare. Y/N didn’t come off as a billionaire or a billionaire’s wife.

‘Holy shit, this is wild,’ Savannah thought.

Harry makes his way over to the bench, Y/N standing up to hug him. Harry kisses her softly with a large palm coming to slip under the back of her shirt to rub at her bare back.

Uh - this man was being loving and affectionate? Proving all Savannah's preconceived notions about him wrong. Mostly that he was a robot.

“Hi darlin’, have a good day?” Harry asks his wife, still holding onto her and tugging her into his side - looking to Ivy who was obliviously - playing on the swing.

“Mmm, don’t want you to go tonight,” Yn/Ngroans dramatically, squeaking when Harry playfully pinches her side.

“Tell me and I won’t go,” He murmurs with surprising sincerity against his wife’s cheek, smiling when Ivy lets out a loud, carefree giggle with her new friends.

“Oh! I’m being rude. This is Savannah, Savannah this is my husband Harry,” Y/N introduces the two, unknowing of their connection.

Savannah swallows harshly and gives him a timid wave, “Hello.”

Harry shows no recognition that he knows her but gives her a curt nod and rasps out a “hello.” 

Y/N rolls his eyes at her husband, patting his toned stomach, “He’s always a little crabby after work,” She jokes as he smirks at her - he’s rarely ever crabby with his wife and they both know it.

After work? How about from the time he stepped foot through the lobby doors everyday? He only had one mode at work - crabby.

“It’s ok-“

“Daddy!” A squeal interrupts them, a blur of brunette curls crashing into her father’s legs - full force with excitement.

Harry is bending down and tucking her into his arms for a hug, “Hi baby, y’bein’ so good for mumma?”

His tone had shifted into a low, relaxed drawl that Savannah had never heard. His words are kind and caring towards his daughter.

“Good for mumma,” Ivy parrots her father, dimples popping as she pushes at Harry’s face when he attacks her with kisses.

“You taste so good I could eat yah!” Harry growls playfully, Ivy giggling delightedly at her fathers antics until her cheeks are flushed pink with laughter.

“Swings, daddy,” Ivy motions with green doe eyes. Grass and mud stains the outfit her mother had dressed her in - cute striped overalls with a white tee underneath  *** and little sneakers ****.

“Oh dove, I wish I could. I have to go back to work,” Harry frowns, his thumb coming to caress her sweaty cheekbone.

Her brows furrowed and her full pink lips turned down - Savannah has to contain a laugh by how much she looks like her father with the displeased grimace on her face.

“No, no, Daddy,” Ivy argues adamantly, her eyes brimming with sad tears.

“Vee, c’mon, my love. I’ll be home later,” Harry soothes, starting to rock her from side to side to calm her.

But Ivy is in her terrible twos and doesn’t like the word ‘no.’

Y/N comes up to her husband’s side, tucking a hand into his back pocket to rest. 

“Ivy Elizabeth, we need to let your father go. Come to mummy now, please,” Her mother asks in a soft but firm tone.

“No!” Ivy absolutely shrieks with a awfully high pitch, “No mummy, daddy swings!”

The couple shares a look before Y/N is gathering her backpack on her shoulder, looking back to Savannah, “Hey! Text me, it’s about nap time for this one.”

Savannah agrees and gives them both a wave off as Harry totes his tantruming toddler to a sleek, teal SUV. It takes her a moment to scoff internally - off course it’s a Bentley ***.

And because Savannah can’t help but be nosey she googles the price of the car and quickly locks her screen when she sees the base price is £ 210,000.

Harry is planting little pecks on his daughter’s face and murmuring to her until her tears have dried up and she’s laughing at her dad once again.

After Harry straps her into the car seat and shuts the door, he gently pushes his wife back against it. His body is crowding hers, arm over her shoulder against the car.

The talk for a moment before Harry’s ducking down to pull a few kisses from her lips before she’s giggling and pushing him off.

Savannah couldn’t wait to tell the old women at in her customer relations department tomorrow.

— 

THE GAME

Cassie didn’t mind Harry actually. She made his coffee nearly every morning and she secretly knew he was the one who left those hefty tips.

She’d fumbled over his orders a few times when she’d started and apologized profusely but Harry had just looked up from his phone and said, “S’fine.”

Yeah, that’s not much but compared to some of the horror stories she hears, but she was grateful for another reason.

—-

One day he had found her crying in a empty corridor that he used to walk to his car at the end of his day.

“Y’alright?” Her boss asks gruffly, pausing to look down at her - no clear emotion on his face.

Cassie nods sheepishly, “M’sorry, I’m just really stressed out.”

Harry’s eyes flash a tad darker, “Is Carole giving you trouble?” 

Carole was her manager.

“N-no. I got declined for my school financial aid. If I don’t come up with the money I’ll have to drop out. I-I have a son and I do-don’t have the money to go without help.”

Harry doesn’t say anything, rustling into the inner pocket of his suit and fishing out something - a checkbook.

He clicks the pen and moves his hand quickly across the pad before ripping it out and handing it to her, “Good luck and use the extra on your family. Don’t go spreading it around that I did this.”

Cassie goes to thank him or refuse it but when she looks back up from the check he’s already striding away down the hallway away from her.

She lets out a loud sob as she sees a check written for £150,000 right in front of her.

—

Cassie still works at the Starbucks part-time while attending college with the help of her secretly kind boss.

The extra money she’s stowed away in an education fund for her son after he graduates. 

Anyways, she was at Man U football game that she got invited to with her boyfriend - Jacob. His dad won tickets for box seats from his work in a raffle.

Cassie soon realized that their box was right by the Styles Media and Marketing one. The way they were placed, she could see right into their area.

It was just Harry and a woman in there. 

They were obviously a couple and this was the Cruella Deville. Cassie didn’t refer to her as that as she had a bit of a different perspective of the man.

His wife was sipping on a water bottle and cheering loudly with the rest of the fans. Harry watched her with amusement at her excited behavior, at one point pulling his photo out and snapping a picture of her.

When the exciting bit is over, she seats herself on his lap and wriggles until her back is against his chest - comfortable and cozy.

His large palm comes to cup at her stomach, Cassie now seeing that she is clearly pregnant as he cradles the noticeable bump protectively.

For most of the game, his hand never leaves her belly - rubbing circles with his thumb. His head came to rest on her shoulder to watch the game.

They seem so happy together - giggling and talking animatedly throughout. His wife constantly tilting her head back with her lips puckered requesting kisses that Harry happily supplies each time.

At one point, Cassie witnesses Y/N eat two huge corndogs in a row while her husband watches her with humor in his eye. Then goes on to order her a massive spool of candy floss that he feeds her throughout the game.

It was a late game and it was now in overtime. The clock reads nearly eleven at night. Harry’s wife has dozed off against his shoulder and when he notices he gently rouses her.

As she blinks her eyes open, Harry shucks his jacket of his shoulder and helped her slip it on. They must decide to call it a night because he’s helping her up, wrapping an arm around her shoulder, and guiding her out of the box.

Cassie never tells anyone that she saw him that night or what he did to help her family.

The End.

Hope you bubbbies enjoyed. Send me requests for this verse. Smut is up next for this trope.

[xxxsweetdreamzxxx]

warnings/tags: dom!Jaehyun sub!reader, fanfic, smut; cursing, hook up, fingering, cunninilingus, unprotected sex, cream pie

summary: a chance meeting while shopping for bathing suits turns your summer vacation a little hotter

word count: 4.4k (help)

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this was interesting to write as the beginning and ending are based off of separate dreams this time, so hopefully I was able to link them in a way that made sense. please enjoy!!

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"How does this look?" You asked your friend Jamie, holding a skimpy neon bikini set to your body. 

It was the first full day of your annual summer beach trip with your bestie, and you'd arrived in the seaside town you always traveled to late last night. After eating a mediocre breakfast provided by your hotel, the two of you had headed to a nearby mall to buy new swimsuits. She'd had luck finding one relatively quickly. But the reason you were still there, on the second story of a large department store several hours later, was because you had yet to. 

She made a face. "No offence, but it's not really your style..."

Sighing, you put it back on the rack. "I know."

Rounding the stand that contained the bikini you'd just put back, you briefly glanced over at the neighboring section, which had swim trunks. Movement had caught your eye, caused by three guys walking through. You barely even paid attention to them at first glance, but the one in the back caught your eye, and you did a double take. 

At this second glance, you saw they were all young, probably close to your age, and very attractive. 'Are they models?' You wondered. But again, it was the one behind the first two that really made you look on in awe. He had muted fluffy purple hair that covered his forehead, and dark eyes that shone like diamonds even from this distance. His soft features and perfect skin made you wonder if he was an angel. His thin white shirt hugged what was probably toned muscle underneath. When the taller of his two friends said something funny, he smiled and oh my God, he had the cutest dimples. 

At that moment, he shifted his eyes up and saw you standing there, staring. Like a deer caught in headlights you froze, embarrassed as fuck you'd been caught. But his smile only widened, and he gave you a slight nod in greeting. 

Ripping your gaze away, you acted like nothing had happened and tried to return to shopping. 

"Oh wow y/n, you saw those guys right?" Jamie exclaimed, following you. "Now that's what I'd call eye can-"

You interrupted her, face flushed, by holding up a pale blue gingham bikini. "What about this?"

Before she could answer, her eyes focused on something behind you, mouth falling open slightly. A deep voice then responded to your question. "I think it looks cute."

You whipped around, only to come face to face with the man you couldn't keep from staring at. Your eyes widened and you gulped, startled. Up close, he was simply breathtaking. Literally; you felt your breathing become strained as your heart pounded in your chest. 

"Th- Thank you, um..?" You stuttered before taking a deep breath.

"Jaehyun." He answered. 

"Ah, Jaehyun." Damn, even his name was cute. You gave him a shaky smile. "So I should get it?"

"Definitely." He encouraged. He then looked to Jamie, who'd been speechlessly watching the exchange. "What do you think?"

Turning around, you waited to see her response. After looking between the two of you for a couple of seconds, she grinned and gave a thumbs up. You weren't sure if she was approving of the bathing suit or... 

"Hey, what are you guys doing the rest of today?" Jaehyun asked. 

"Oh, not much." You replied quickly, not planning to elaborate. 

"We'll just be at the beach!" Jamie said louder and at the same time, speaking over you. "Wanna come with?"

You gave her a look, trying to shut her up. She looked back at you as if to say 'what?'

He smiled. "Sure. Let me ask the boys if it's okay with them."

He beckoned the two of them over, who didn't hesitate to comply. Jamie introduced you and her to the group, as you were still majorly distracted by the million thoughts running through your head. The tallest of the three then introduced himself as Johnny, a friendly guy with a round face and sculpted arms that were on full display thanks to the tank he wore. The other was Mark, who shyly said hi to you and Jamie. He had a boyish and youthful aura about him that made you immediately assume he was the youngest. They both readily agreed to head to the beach. 

Still not fully registering what had just happened, you walked to the check out in a near trance and bought your swimsuits. Then you exited the mall, and made your way to the parking lot. Jaehyun went to get his car while the rest of you waited at Jamie's. When he pulled up, the guys got in. After quickly entering her car with her, Jamie pulled out of the parking lot and followed them as they lead the way to the beach.

"Y/n, you okay?" She asked, taking her eyes off the road for a split second to glance at your face. Your prolonged silence had prompted her to speak.

You removed yourself from your racing thoughts. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just surprised."

She grinned. "Well, today's not gonna be boring, that's for sure. It'll be a lot more eventful than if we'd hung out at the beach by ourselves."

You nodded in agreement. You knew there wasn't much harm in doing this - there would be plenty of people on the beach around you - they couldn't try anything. And besides, you didn't even get those vibes from them. That wasn't what made you uneasy. It was the thought of spending a day at the beach with such attractive guys that made the tips of your ears turn pink and your heart rate increase. You just prayed you wouldn't say or do something utterly embarrassing. 

Jamie drove into the public beach parking behind their car, parking a few spaces away from them. Exiting the car, you and her first made your way to the bathrooms to change. This beach was well maintained, a stone walkway lead to them and then continued on and up to a wide bridge that arched over the barrier dunes and then down onto the sand. Palm trees provided shade, which was made good use of as it seemed wherever a tree cast a shadow there was a cool bench to sit. 

Locking yourself into a stall in the women's bathroom, you undressed and then pulled on your brand new swimsuit. Thankfully, despite not being able to try it on in the store, it fit extremely well. The gingham pattern, pale blue color, and small ruffles on the waistband and straps made you conclude this was the cutest bikini you'd ever seen. Exiting the stall, you briefly peered into the mirror above the sinks to pull your hair into two low pigtails. 

Turning back around, you found Jamie standing there in her new suit, smiling at you. 

"Ready y/n?" She asked. 

You took a breath before replying. "Yep."

Arm in arm, you walked out to meet the boys, who'd already changed and were standing there waiting, beach bags in hand. Johnny got excited as he spotted you both and practically ran towards beach, Mark trying to keep up with him. Jaehyun looked unbothered as he stayed behind to walk at a normal pace with you. By the time you'd crossed over the sand dunes and strolled onto the beach, Mark and Johnny had already found a good place a little ways away to set up. They'd brought two large towels, big enough for multiple people to sit on, and had spread them out over the sand.

Jaehyun sat down on one, then patted the ground next to him, motioning for you to sit next to him. After a few seconds of contemplation you complied, folding your legs to the side as you still kept a couple feet of distance from him. Jamie sat down with Johnny and Mark on the other towel. 

For the next hour or so, the five of you talked about various topics in an effort to learn more about each other. Gradually, you loosened up as you got used to their company. Johnny and Mark were college friends of Jaehyun's, who'd came into town a few days before you to visit him where he now lived on the coast. Funnily enough, the two boys were staying in the same hotel as you and Jamie while they did so - it was the closest to Jaehyun's apartment.

Noon came and went, and the air continued to heat up around you until it was unbearable. You looked out at the ocean water longingly,  but didn't want to leave by yourself, and the others seemed to be having such a great time...

Glancing over at you, Jaehyun made a suggestion. "Who's up for the water?" 

Despite your assumptions, the agreement was unanimous. As one, you all rose and ran towards the rolling sea, chasing each other. Diving into the waves, you ran out until the water was up to your waist. Johnny swam out farther than any of you, while Jamie and Mark stayed in slightly shallower water. 

You heard the sound of someone sloshing around in the water directly behind you. Spinning around, you were met with his chest - his white shirt was now wet and you could see some of the muscles through it - as your eyes widened and you looked up into Jae's eyes. He smiled down at your face, less than a foot away, dimples on full display. 

"Hi." He said in a way that made your heart melt. Then: "Feel better?" 

"Y- yeah, it was really hot before." Your words betrayed your body - being in the water wasn't cooling you off at all anymore. 

You stood there for a few awkward moments in silence, not knowing what to say. 

"Um-" You began. 

"Woah y/n look out!" He cut you off, sudden panic on his face as he closed the small distance between the two of you.

Suddenly, a large wave crashed into your back. It pushed you straight into the only thing that would keep you standing - his body. Instinctively, you gripped onto his shirt tightly so you didn't fall, tugging it towards you. He didn't hesitate to wrap his strong arms around your waist to steady you. Only after the wave had passed did you realize what you'd done, quickly releasing the fabric from your hands. But he didn't let go. 

"Are you okay?" He asked, worry in his tone.

You nodded, heart pounding loudly in your ears. However, you were shaking slightly. 

He began leading you back towards the shore, not convinced. Stumbling onto the hot sand, he guided you back to the towels, sitting you down once you got there. Getting a smaller towel, he wrapped it around you so you could dry off, then he sat down next to you. 

You looked at him, embarrassed. "You can go back if you want, I'll be fine here."

"No, I'm good." He leaned back a bit. "I'm not much of a swimmer anyways."

He then lifted his arm and ran his fingers through his damp hair, brushing it back off his forehead. You gulped, incredibly bothered by the motion. 

He looked at you with a slight smirk. "Thirsty?"

"Yeah." You replied. 

Smirk widening, he handed you an unopened water bottle. You drank, trying desperately to calm down. 

Jamie ran up to you, Mark following close behind. "Y/n are you okay?" She asked, confused and concerned. "What happened?"

You explained without including the details that made you blush when you thought of them. She sat on the towel next to you, deciding not to go back out. Mark followed suit and shortly after Johnny joined you again when he realized everyone was out of the water.

After a bit, you began to get hungry and got up to try and find some food. Luckily, there was a food truck nearby with some cheap lunch. Returning to the towels, you ate in relative silence as the sun moved slowly west overhead. The rest of the afternoon was spent walking, playing with a frisbee, and sunbathing. You noticed Jaehyun seemed to be keeping you within a few feet of him the entire time, never leaving you alone or with the others. Even when you went back out with Jamie into the shallow water, he followed - even though he tried to appear like he wasn't. 

            .•°•. ♡ .•°•. ♡ .•°•. ♡ .•°•.

Once the sun went down, everything was packed up and taken back to the cars. You threw back on your shorts from earlier before heading to a nearby bar, open to the sea and cool night air. It was already crowded with many tourists, and once you entered you quickly lost sight of the others,  later catching a glimpse of Jamie talking to Johnny off to the side with a drink in hand. 

Seeing the bar, you made your way over to it by yourself and sat on one of the barstools. You beckoned the bartender over to order your drink. 

"What can I get for you?" She asked, polishing a glass. 

"A margarita please." you answered.

She then looked at the seat next to you. "And you sir?"

"A margarita for me too, thanks." A familiar voice answered. 

You turned around in your seat to face Jaehyun, blinking at him.

He smiled and nodded in greeting, those adorable dimples reappearing on the corners of his mouth. Feeling your face heat up, you quickly turned to look at the bartender as she made your identical drinks. 

You cleared your throat a little. "So... you like margaritas too?"

He chuckled softly at your attempt to break the awkwardness. "Truthfully, I've never tried one. Thought tonight was good first time."

You could feel his eyes on you, boring into your soul in an attempt to get your attention. When you couldn't take it any longer and tilted your head to look at him, his eyes immediately met yours. A slight smirk spread across his lips.

When your drinks were served, he was the first to take a sip, eyes not leaving you for a millisecond. You drank and shifted in your seat, fully aware of how he was checking you out as his eyes began to roam. You wondered if maybe you should've put on a shirt over your bikini top to cover yourself better. But that thought was quickly dismissed as a new one took its place. You liked it - the way his attention was focused on no one but you. There were plenty of other hot girls there that night,  but he paid them no mind. 

The hours drifted by as those around you melted away and it felt like you and Jae were the only two in the entire world. The music and voices of patrons were only a buzz in the distant background as you focused on his soft words. You found you enjoyed each others company - he made you comfortable with the idea of spending as much time in it as possible. 

When the clock struck ten, you could feel the beginnings of fatigue creeping into your mind. An incoming text made his phone buzz. He checked it, relaying the message to you after briefly lifting up his eyebrows in surprise.

"Your friend's heading back to the hotel with Johnny and Mark, she's driving them there."

"Oh!" You replied in surprise, glancing around the bar but finding them already gone. You knew what was probably going to happen to Jamie, but you didn't voice it. 

He looked at you for about a minute before speaking again, slowly. "Do you.. wanna come to my place?"

You met his eyes again, heart and mind racing at his invitation. The implications of his question didn't slip by you, they were fully realized. Still, it didn't take you long to make up your mind - in fact, you'd already made it before he'd asked. 

"Yes." You replied. 

He smiled wide and grabbed your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours. You quickly slid off your barstool and exited the bar, making for the car. You giggled as he pulled you along. The moon shone down on you from high overhead, lighting the way. Once reaching the car, he opened the passenger door for you and you hopped inside as he then closed it and rounded the car to his seat. Getting in, he started the car and drove out onto the road towards his apartment. 

Your mind raced as you made the silent drive to his apartment, listening to the low sounds of the radio coming through the speakers. It only took a few minutes before he was parking, getting out, and coming around to help you out of the car. Grasping your hand tightly again, he lead you into the building. The lobby of his apartment had only dim lights on at this time to illuminate the room. No one was around. Jaehyun took a left after guiding you through the main doors. 

"This way." He practically whispered, taking you into the elevator. 

He hit the three and the doors closed, leaving you alone in the small space with him for a few moments. He didn't waste any time in turning you around to face him, closing the gap between you. Locking his lips with yours in a heated first kiss, he backed you up into the elevator wall, driving you up it slightly with his strong arms. You instinctively wrapped your limbs around his body to steady yourself and kissed him back. You could taste both him and the drink he'd had at the bar - the mixture was heavenly. 

A ding signified your arrival at his floor, forcing you to part. Thankfully for the both of you, his door wasn't too far away. Pulling you down the hall quickly, Jae stopped at his door and took out his keys, fumbling with them for a few seconds as he tried to rush. When the door was unlocked, he pushed it open, letting you both walk through before harshly closing it again. 

For the few seconds it took for him to throw the keys on a small table next to the door you glanced around the dark apartment. Through a cracked door to your left you could make out a bathroom. A small kitchen stretched across most of the right wall from the door, a long bar separating it from the rest of the room. In this main room was both his living area and bedroom. His bed was pushed up against the farthest wall, which was taken up entirely by two giant windows. The moonlight shone through them, illuminating a balcony on the other side that looked out into the night and the street below, where palm trees waved back and forth in a light breeze. 

The sudden grip of his large hand on your waist from behind made you jump. He spun you around, and gave you that soul piercing stare that made all your self-control fade away. You leaned in this time, seeing a smirk spread across his face right before you closed your eyes. As soon as your lips brushed against his again, he picked up were you'd left off, kissing you relentlessly and leaving you breathless. Slowly, he backed you up further into the apartment until the backs of your legs bumped up against the edge of the bed as you struggled to bring air to your lungs. 

He lifted you just enough to clear the mattress and sit you down on top of it. Climbing onto it himself, he gently laid you down onto the sheets underneath him. He kept himself up with his knees, one on each side of you as he started to move his plush lips down to your neck. He proceeded to mark you, painting several dark spots onto your skin that would surely be there the next day. 

"Ah, Jae." You moaned out for the first time, when the tenseness that had been building between your legs became too much to stay silent.

He paused. "What is it princess?" 

"I need..." You began, heating up at the petname.

"Yes?" He asked patiently, waiting for your commanding words. He smiled down at you, raising a hand to your cheek to stroke it soothingly. 

"You." You finished, meeting his gaze. "I need you."

He smiled wider. "Sure thing."

Removing his hand from your face, he moved it down to the waistband of your shorts. Unbuttoning them with both hands, he slipped them off and down your ankles with ease. Placing his strong hand on your upper thigh, he spread it away from the other and began moving his fingers closer to your heat. Shivering at his touch, you sunk deeper into the bedsheets. He let his fingertips get to the edge of your bikini bottoms, but stopped there, teasing you. 

"Hey-" You breathed, scolding him when you realized what he was doing.

He looked down at you, hair messily splayed around your head as your chest rose and fell beneath him. Your skin was beginning to glisten with perspiration, your eyelashes fluttering slightly every time you blinked your half-closed eyes. "Hm?"

You took a moment to respond. "Touch me Jae."

He smiled a dark smile as he brushed your bikini bottoms to the side. The first touch of his fingertips against your slick clit had you lifting your hips up off the bed, curses falling from your lips. He forced them back down, pinning you to the bed with his body. He quickly resumed his actions, running his fingers back and forth over your folds as you moaned at the pleasure. He then suddenly inserted a finger into your dripping core. 

"Ah-" You gasped in surprise as he continued, using his thumb to trace circles across your clit. It was all too much for you to handle. He watched as you gradually lost control beneath him, writhing about in pleasure. The dangerous combination of things he was doing to you quickly brought your first high like a rising wave that crashed into the beach before it. 

You didn't have time to warn him before your walls clamped down on his finger and your juices spilled out onto his hand, sheets, and down your legs. He let you ride out your orgasm and calm all the way down before removing his finger and sitting up, licking every last bit of you from his fingers. You peered down the bed at him, watching in fascination as he lapped it up like a man starved.

"Shit, you taste good." He complimented, making your face feel flushed. 

When his hand was clean, he bent down and stuck his head between your legs. A second later, you felt the flick of his tongue on your inner thigh. He left a trail of wet kisses up it, making his way back up to your heat. Without warning, you felt his lips brush against your folds as he proceeded to use his tongue to clean you up as best he could. His hot breath against your pussy made you squirm and draw your legs up closer to your chest. Once satisfied he sat up again, licking the last of you from his lips. 

He then repositioned himself above you. Removing his swim trunks, his hard member sprung free and stood erect, precum trickling from its pink tip. Slipping a couple of fingers into the waistband of your bikini bottoms, he pulled then down your legs, leaving them with your shorts at your ankles. Lining up with your entrance, he held himself up with his strong arms, caging you in. You looked up at him, his faded purple hair messy across his face. He gave you a reassuring smile - dimples and all - before pushing into you with ease and rolling his hips down onto yours. Matching the pace he set, you pulled his face back down to yours to kiss him again, softer this time. He complied, kissing you deeper and slower as he pushed further into you with each thrust.

When he bottomed out, he speed up the movement of his hips, gripping yours to bring them closer to his. The lewd sounds of sex filled the apartment, combined with both of your increasingly loud moans.

"Jae." You moaned out, breaking your kisses. You felt the tenseness building in your abdomen again. 

He groaned as you felt him twitch inside you. "Fuck, you sound so hot saying my name like that."

He then hit your g-spot with the tip of his cock, pushing you over the edge. You came undone all at once, flexing your walls around him, gasping for air. Seconds later, hot strings of his cum shot through you, spilling out onto the bed along with your own. Riding out your orgasms simultaneously, your heavy breathing gradually quieted until he pulled out and sat up on the bed beside you. Watching him slide off the edge and stand up, your eyes followed him as he made his way to the bathroom entrance, ducking in for a second and returning with a towel.

Climbing back onto the bed, he leaned over you and gently cleaned you up with the towel, being extra careful around your sore clit. When most of it was wiped up, he discarded the towel onto the floor and laid down next to you. You rolled onto your side to look at him in the moonlight.

His skin had a visible sheen to it and his hair was a fucking mess - it stuck partially to his damp skin. But that only made his perfectly sculpted features more beautiful. You felt him wrap his arm around your naked waist, holding you to his body. Brushing a loose strand of hair away from your face, he spoke for the first time in minutes.

"Let's do this again tomorrow."

In your fucked out state, you couldn't respond with much else than an excited nod as you snuggled up to him. He gently kissed your swollen lips, happy. 

Brushing your nose with his, he whispered: "Night y/n." 

You replied by kissing him back, closing your eyes, and drifting off to sleep in his arms. 

[aerimomo-mellon]

Skz as Boyfriends!

Paring~ SKZ x Reader

Genre~ informative lol

A/N~ yep it was requested! Enjoy 친구 <3

warnings? none. (idk mention of bed related things haha)

SKZ M☁List II Main M☁List

시장……..

✿ Bangchan

We all know this guy and you all have read enough of him I think, to know what imma say. (But for special purposes why not..)

This guy is really really serious about relationships and you are probably the one because he just can’t help loving everything about you.

The fact that he is yours even with all the responsibilities and work he has as a leader and idol is a miracle itself. Therefore consider yourself LUCKY to have the most caring and loving man anyone could have.

Dates- He likes movies hence movie nights and date to the theater are often. If not then he likes taking you to a sports event or the beach cause yeah. ( that vibesssssss you know? )

PDA = 3/10 why?, because as mentioned earlier he is responsible for many important things and he doesn’t want to have any misunderstandings about you and dislikes hate in general. That 30% I gave him was because he would only do PDA if really needed.

In Bed things? Umm not often actually but once in a while yes WHILE he would like it I’m sorry I mean LOVE it..

Con? Yep time! Sorry girl but that time you need, it’s hard for him to fulfill every time.

Cute extra info- Doesn’t mention it but secretly likes when you poke his dimple and say he’s cute.

✿ Minho

There are these majority conceptions, as I said majority but not all cause there are stays who know that he is a sweet guy deep deep down.😉

If you’re his s/o he will give every bit of him to you and expects the same for you. I would categorize him as a boyfriend wo acts like a mom lol. It maybe hard to digest that information but trust me this feeling I have from my gut I can say that he is also very caring. Although he might not say things like I will be there whenever you need me or even I miss you, care for you, but he doesn't need to say this anyway. As action speak more than words our Minho is the same.

Dates- He likes to balance it between what you like and what he likes as well. If you are a new couple he straight up asks what you prefer. Plus point he likes to take you to cat café if you like cats too.

PDA = 0.5/10 why? honestly speaking this guy literally hates to express his feelings. That .5 is literally him agreeing that he is yours and that's it. (when someone asks that is)

In Bed things? I personally think it depends on his mood and not yours. Yup. Somedays he wants you a lot and somedays he likes his space. I'm not saying he hates cuddling but more than that on days he is either tired or stressed he likes to keep that little limit to what happens next.

Con? Attention... you would literally take his cats away from him to get his attention.

Cute extra info- likes it when you call him and yourself Appa and Eomma to his cats.

✿ Changbin

Changbin being the puff/ strong guy(sorry that sounded disturbed lol) We all know how babied he likes to be.

Him as a boyfriend is just very natural, I mean from the way he takes you on a fancy date to even putting nail polish on your left hands. Everything is very genuine and he loves it. The Boyfriend to always apologize first.

I find him as someone to take attraction and the next step which is relationship very seriously. ( the person to be very calculative, it can beat Chan honestly..)Knowing that he is afraid to hurt people in any kind of way, to hurt you even as an accident breaks his heart.

Dates- Our Dwaekki loves taking you on dates with loads of food or snacks. A typical Korean restaurant or even food stalls, he loves seeing you eat than to be broken when you might have some kind of sickness due to eating problems.

PDA = 5/10 why? Because he likes your opinion. He is okay with either if you insist on a particular one but slightly leans on less public knowing. Holding hands and probably hugging you wouldn't be a huge problem for him.

In Bed things? he loves it anytime honestly... if he is horney he is getting what he wants and when you are same goes to you.. you'll get what you want..

Cons? Too much aegyo which makes you do things you don’t necessarily want to. (Stay blessed)

Cute extra info- Praise him! (x100) loves it when you say things like " my boyfriend is so strong.." or even " those arms mmm..."

✿ Hyunjin

I mean do I need to say how into he is with this??? Damn this man is the most prepared man a girl could have. The type to know everything about relationships... from trending couple fashion to even special not important but cute couple events..( that he probably found randomly scrolling through google)

He knows your anniversary, birthday, your moms birthday, dads and basically your whole family knows him too. He also keeps track of your monthly cycle too cause he likes being responsible for you..

He is the type to get jealous very easily BUT wont admit it when you ask. Likes to braid your hair while learning from YouTube.. Likes to buy you so many colorful cute hair accessories. (loves your hair..)

Dates- we all know this guy is fancy so he likes fancy dates but he can also be the complete opposite.. Fancy~ maybe to a art restaurant or even on a fancy boat cause why not.. Normally though~ likes to take you to an art museum or at night to take you on the roof for star gazing..

PDA = 2/10 why? I've probably given hints on my fictions with Hyunjin about this in particular. He prefers keeping this in private and that 20% is with his members (barely)

In Bed things? This guy couldn’t be more romantic lol. Loves being prepared for this buys every thing you both need… and yeah loves it.

Cons? He buys Kammi more hair clips than you sorry….

Cute extra info- likes when you get mad when he cut his hair lol. I apologize to all the stays I know he is cute every time but that long hair just hits different….

✿ Jisung

The craziest boyfriend you could have and will only have. You would low key love your relationship with this man I’m telling ya…

You two would have so much fun like toddlers. He is honestly the cutest, funniest, talented etc.. man you get all in one.. ahaha..

Likes to buy you the most stupid things that actually works for a daily living..( that thing he bought to watch on his phone while laying down 😵)

likes to joke around and talk to you a lot.. gurll listen to him he loves it. He likes to value your problems as well so listens to you too.

Dates- likes to watch anime so you two usually have this anime night cuddle sessions but if he were to plan something outside he would prefer to take you to the amusement part lol.

PDA = 8/10 why? honestly he likes showing you off cause he is fond of you. Basically doesn't care what others think... his parents know you, members, friends outside the group, and stays know you exist lol.. 20% i kept for a reason because he doesn't like it when things get out of handle so he wont do anything to the extent..

In bed things? yes he likes it but that turns up into a tickle fight or even a complete cringe but cute moment..

Cons? He might be very sensitive leading to him being upset and you having to apologize...

Cute extra info- loves it when you kiss his cheeks or just play with them in general..

✿ Felix

I had to bring this up at some point lol.. stays probably know the video where he says his clothes are boyfriend material lol...and yes i agree hands down!

A boyfriend material in his own way ahaha.. i mean we all know he loves to be cared for and loved. That Bangchan! spoiled little youngbok.. i personally feel or think two ways. Either he likes being cared for by you or he takes care for you since now he gets to be the older one..

Felix likes speaking in English so if you know English he would speak both languages as well. Likes to give you blowjobs cause he fell in love with you lol..

Dates- Shopping malls, window shopping, UNO on a picnic lol all these are his favs and so are yours .. Personally speaking he likes to take you to places where he can take lots of pictures of you..

PDA = 4/10 why? I don't know haha yup its just a feeling where I'm in between of two opposite thoughts.. I fell like he shows you to his members and family but not more than that.. (Olivia is most likely to love you)

In bed things? Likes being pampered and loves it when you lead.. happens pretty often actually..

Cons? yes! he like being touchy and so do you but he does it too much which beats ya.. and jealous really easily! and he lets you know that..

cute extra info- compliment him on his freckles and he will blush literally a tomato 🍅..

✿ Seungmin

Sweet really sweet.. he is the typical Korean boyfriend you'll get haha even better than that.

He just likes to talk to you or even look at you all day and keep that puppy smile on him.. The type to sing you a song to sleep or whenever you ask him to. likes to hear you sing too.. attempts to make you laugh but ends up, giving up.

He likes kissing your eyes when they are closed.. or when you just fell asleep after the song likes to give your eyes quick pecks..

Dates- He likes walks and that's why you go on evening walks and return when it's dark.. likes holding your hands. He likes grocery shopping with you, takes you to the rooftop to talk about life and its shitty problems.. Basically effortless things that make your relationship happy for what it is.

PDA = 1/10 why? I mean do I need to tell you this? he is like Minho but just a little bit more obvious.. Prefers to express his love when you two are alone..(that's it)

In bed things? umm yes but no.. i mean he gives in to your begs but I feel like Seungmin is just too into cute cuddling and these things are only when he is very desperate ..

Cons? not much but maybe ignoring you when you ask if he can buy you ice Cream for the fifty-sixth time..(but gives in anyway)

Cute extra info- He likes when he sees you in his clothes.. but doesn't say it and acts like he doesn't..

✿ Jeongin

Baby, baby, Baby..... he is our baby boyyyy but his savage ass towards his Hyungs just breaks it all hahaha…

Jk he is actually really cute, caring, sweet and likes to be protective. It may not suit him but yes he likes scolding people if done wrong to you..

You might be older or younger honestly he doesn’t care.. he is very respectful to you either way. He loves you and is very shy too which you find cute.

Dates- Asks you for your opinion or his Hyungs. He still is very inexperienced so he doesn’t know but sometimes likes it when you two spend time on the swings of some random park with fruit juice 🧃..

PDA = 0/10 why? Cause no no no no not even to his members haha he is just too shy and likes to keep his relationship in its own boundaries.

In bed things? Nope please! I’m sorry stays but I just can’t with Jeongin… (no further details he is just so precious to me)

Cons? He understands very late.. like you trying to say you want to cuddle, kiss etc.. without words he won’t get it. Just fucking be straight forward with our baby.

Cute extra info- honestly everything is cute about him so I can’t fit it here sorry… stays use your imagination here…

끝…

[ryansjane]

I don't normally send asks but you did request asks about My Ride! I really liked it too - Mork's dimple and slight overbite were so charming, he was such a nice, soft, loving character. Tawan was caring and kind. I loved the uncles, the biker friends, the kid. Plus it's the one series that did a time jump the way I want it - the characters get together and are cute and then we cut to a few years later and see them still together, still cute, still happy. Domestic and in love and working towards their future. Every romance show should have a little epilogue like that!

YESSSSSSS!!! I'm obsessed with mork's dimple, it's the first time I see one so pronounced but it's literally the cutest thing ever!!! also I usually find stories where both characters are kind of these perfect chivalrous men really boring, but here it really worked? like, even though the beginning of their friendship is super random bc of plot reasons, the development of their relationship was genuinely so natural & well done, especially considering that tawan literally has a boyfriend for most of it, and yet it didn't feel gross & cheat-y at all. it just worked SO WELL & I was genuinely blown away by this show bc I frankly didn't think I could love more basic bl shows anymore, even though I used to love them when I started watching bl 5 years ago, but here it was just so well executed & quirky enough that it genuinely captured my heart?? when I say plot twist of the year, I really mean it :') and YES, I fucking hate those "5 years later" texts on a screen time jumps, but here it was so cute bc it was clear from the beginning morktawan were gonna be this very cheesy & family oriented couple so it truly worked for them. also I loved that one is from the north of thailand and the other from the south, why was that so cute, I LOVED hearing them speak in their dialects! anyways, this show was such a nice surprise & I genuinely think I'm gonna rewatch it like next week bc I keep thinking about it :)))

xxx

[ateezinmymind]

Finding out their s/o is pregnant

Ateez x reader

fluff ~yeo lowkey angst

thank you so much for the request @sonnnflower 💓sorry for the waitt!! <3

Hongjoong:

You would be a little nervous telling him at first Doubting yourself, scared that he wouldn’t be happy due to how busy he is

But when he came home and felt your uneasy aura,, he knew something was up. “Love? Are you okay?”Trying to put on your best smile, you just give a “yep” and change the topic. Doing your best to seem as calm as possible, while talking about his time at work

Your nerves would be over controlling to the point where you started to shutter “Joong, I need to show you something”,,Walking in the bathroom where your pregnancy test was, you turn around to show him, and lock eyes “I-I’m pregnant..”

His face would go blank from hearing the news,,Like he would be full on shookkk :O

From the look on his face you started to doubt telling him-“Are you mad?”. Realizing he hasn’t said anything because he was lost in his imagination he quickly reassures you“Noo—baby? No, why would I be mad at you?”

Then tears would start coming,, “I-it’s just that y-you’re busy, and I know t-that you have a lot of things to worry about...and I don’t want you to have another thing to stress over-“ But seeing the biggest smile spread across his face, he softly comforts, “my life at work will never interfere with my life at home, okay? I could never be mad at something so beautiful as this-“

Looking down to your stomach he’d softly place his hand there. “I just can’t believe that we’re finally starting our family”

Seonghwa:

You were sitting on the floor of the bathroom The test in hand, showing you the positive results-you’ve been wondering if you were pregnant for a couple weeks now..You’ve noticed the changes in your body, and you just needed to make sure

A thousand thoughts went through your mind, but when you heard the front door open you quickly got up off the floor and put the pregnancy test in the trash

Greeting Seonghwa with a kiss, he’s first to say, “Dinner ideas y/n? Any cravings? Your wish..my command” The way he treats you like your his treasure, makes you think about what a great dad he’ll be, and while your request moved to the kitchen to be cooked, you tidy up and think about how to tell hwa

Dinner being made and served by your favorite person,, you thank him “Seonghwa thank you, there’s so much you do for me, even after your day at work you come home to take care of me” Pausing for a moment and taking a deep breath,, “there’s some news I need to tell you-“

“You’re pregnant-“

“How do you-“

“Love, do you think I haven’t noticed the times where you get out of bed to throw up in the morning? Do you think I haven’t noticed how you ask me to get the weirdest foods for you? And babe I’m not blind, I’ve seen that cute little bump you have-” Getting up from his chair, Seonghwa walks over and kneels in-front of you, and grabs your hands “I know you y/n, you’re the love of my life. I notice things, and this..well this has made me want to make sure I take care and am there for you even more,,”

Placing your hands on top of his, which are placed on your stomach he quips “You’re going to be the most wonderful mother to our child, and quite frankly..the hottest” *wink wonk*

Yunho:

You’ve talked about having kids in the future with Yunho,, but you never made an official decision

Until now

He knew you haven’t been feeling well lately,, so he wanted to make sure you had a happy day together You two would spend the day raiding stores, buying too much food, and of course laughing

It was when you went through an aisle that had pregnancy tests, and it made the realization spark,,that you might be pregnant. Grabbing two, you caught up to Yunho and tapped his shoulder-“I kind of want to try it and see??” He immediately smiles at the fact you’re going to do a pregnancy test, and the fact that there’s a possibility of you being pregnant..

Later that day you decided to do the tests-both of them..coming back positive-Mind immediately going to Yunho.. oh how he’s going to be so happy-“yuyu?..” peeking your head out the bathroom seeing him on the bed playing with his feet while waiting “Oh oh y/n,,tell mee tell mee!!” Trying to hide your smile behind the door, you think about playing a little trick with him,

“baby, I’m sorry I guess I just have a stomach bug..it came out negative-“ and from the moment those words came out of your mouth, you deeply regretted it. The sadness washing over his features and the small ‘aw’ that came out of him made you burst out the bathroom and into his arms

“I’M PREGNANT!! Babyyy I’m sorry I was just wanting to see your reaction..I-I I’m pregnant..”Hugging him- you hear a sniffle,,quickly looking up and holding his face. Tears gliding down his cheeks causes you to tear up “Y-y/n, I cant believe this“ —thinking he was mad you start apologizing..

“IM GOING TO BE A DAD!!”

Yeosang:

You knew that you were pregnant,,it’s just that Yeosang didn’t-it wasn’t that you were hiding it, but just because you didn’t know how he was going to react

You two rarely mentioned having kids, frankly you thought he wasn’t fond of the idea, so you tried to keep the topic out of subject—But tonight when you two were sitting on the couch together, eating sweets. Him on his phone, and you staring off at the wall-shoving food in your mouth

“You know I have something I need to tell you...I don’t know how your going to react,but please hear me out-“ lifting his head up attention now on you, “I haven’t told you this yet because I’m scared, but..” looking straight at him, then moving your gaze away from nervousness-“I’m pregnant Yeosang”

Not hearing a words come out of his mouth you start rambling,,”I just don’t know what we’re going to do. I don’t know what is gonna happen..I-“ head turning, your faced with a frozen Yeosang...

Trying to get his attention back, shaking him lightly, patting his cheeks, you give up. Not knowing what he’s thinking right now, why he won’t answer-tears slide down your cheeks, sniffling grabbing another piece of food and shoving it in your mouth you just sit there

“Wait, how long have you kept this from me?”—snapping your head towards him, teary face, and chewing food, “probably a month now..” Yeosang then stands up and throws his phone on the couch. “Come here.” gesturing his hands towards him, you get up yourself—then immediately brought into a kiss

Wrapping his arms around your waist and giving a very light squeeze, he pushes his head in your neck.. ”babe, I can’t believe you didn’t tell me...I want to do this with you so bad—I want to be there for you so bad. Please let me”

Giving out an apology,, he’s quick to jump and look you in the eyes while holding your stomach—“I would’ve gotten CHICKEN!! ahhhhh we can’t have our baby not taking after his daddyyy~”

San:

It was when you woke him up getting out of bed to throw up.. San quickly following after you-one hand holding your hair, the other caressing your sides

always being there for you, wanting to do everything he can to take care of his baby he tries so hard to give you the best comfort—”love , are you okay?? did you eat something bad?”

Ever since that morning, he definitely noticed the more mornings to come..by the third time this happened he’s the one that suggested it-“Y/n, love,, do you have any ideas of why you’ve been sick?”

You’d honestly be oblivious, but San-is obsessed with you and probably knows everything about you before you actually do..yaknow because you’re his babygirl

So when you kept saying you’re confused on why you haven’t been feeling well—San just straight up tells you, “You might be pregnant-“

And then you tense up and realize..OMG PREGNANT-but seeing the smile and the cutest dimples on his happy face,,you know there’ll be no regrets

“Oh..wow, well should we buy a test? To uh make sure-“ he’d give you a fast ‘got it!’ And rushed out the door like a mad man

Coming back with more tests you needed, he couldn’t wait..”y/n, if these don’t come back positive..I’m going to have to take you to the bed—“

“Because I can’t stop thinking about this now,, I really hope you’re pregnant” then ushering you to the bathroom he kisses your nose and closes the door “I love you”

When you came back out with positive results,, you got a high pitched scream, and a grown man running around in joy..

your beautiful journey together only starting..

Mingi:

When you missed your period, you didn’t want to think of what was going to happen—the both of you were cuddling next to each other when you went down the rabbit hole that started from listening to Mingi’s heartbeat, to thinking about snacks, then a little more down to the realization that you haven’t had your period

He nudged his head into the crook of your neck,, a satisfactory sigh leaving his mouth-“I love you so much babe...” awww mingi is my baby, my cute—BABY...your heart beating faster, “I love you too b-baby—“ then hoisting yourself up to hold his hand

“So I just realized I haven’t had my period,, and I know you remember that n-night because..who wouldn’t,” rambling on about him his eyes go wide. “Wait y/n, you’re saying that-“

“I don’t know,, it’s a possibility and I don’t want to risk not knowing for sure” so that’s when the both of you-hand in hand-walk into the store to get your needed supplies. And that’s how now Mingi-on the other side of the bathroom door is humming a little tune waiting

Calling him in, he asks if everything’s alright when he sees you on the floor- “y-yeah..it’s just. I’m pregnant”

:O

Mingi then starts giggling, “y/n you know I always thought I was going to be the baby—TURNS OUT WERE HAVING A BABY?!”

He’d pick you off the floor and take you back to bed and cuddle you so more,, “we should name it monkey after her mommy~” bursting into laughter, the only thing that could be heard was you slapping Mingis leg..then a following “OWWWWEE Y/N IT WAS A JOKE!!”

Wooyoung:

When you asked for some ice and chocolate Woo literally thought you were on cocaine,, “I’m sorry? You said what?” He needed to hear you again-“I want some ice and chocolate! Oh and now that I’m thinking about it,, how about some chips too”

He literally just stood there in confusion-“well go on!” Hearing your demand he ran to get your cravings. Before he came back out to you, still trying to figure out what’s wrong with you—he brings out his phone and types. ‘why is my wife/gf craving ice and chocolate’

When a thing for pregnancy cravings came up he quickly brought the food back to you,,not wanting to keep you waiting any longer-

“How long have you been wanting these weird cravings??” Trying to watch your show, you tell him ‘not for long’..”well the internet said that weird cravings could be because of pregnancy-COULD THAT BE A REASON?!”

You haven’t really thought about why you’re feeling the way you have been, honestly you just thought your body was changing because of weight gain..but hearing pregnancy come up you’re like-DUH

Wooyoung brings up going to the doctor,,and you agree-because you want him to be quiet about this so you can go back to watching

-sitting in the waiting room, currently talking about the pattern on the floor and the interesting choice of wall art. You two are interrupted by the doctor calling you back in..sitting on the chair he starts, “congratulations you two are parents..”

On your way home WOOYOUNG WOULD NOT SHUT UP saying ‘I told you’ and ‘always trust the internet’. But when you sat on the couch he came in right beside you, and held your stomach,,

“I really can’t believe this is going to happen, but I’m for sure happy I’m here for you” KISSES AND SCREAMING LAUGHTER followed as he tickles your legs

Jongho:

You mentioned feeling odd, when talking to your mom. She thought nothing of it, but when you kept coming to her...she gave you advice you weren’t ready to hear

“Hey y/n-baby, what’s going on?”

“You know how I haven’t been feeling good? Well, I’ve been talking to my mom about it-“ taking a deep breathe and covering your face, “a-and she says I might be pregnant..”

You feel the bed dip in from his weight, Jongho crawling up to your frame. He gives you a kiss on your stomach, then holding your hand-“wait-really? What do you think about that?”

“I don’t know what to think, I mean I’m happy it’s with you, but I’m scared..and I-I don’t know” irrupting you with a kiss “don’t be scared, I know this is new-but I’m never going to leave you, and I’m hear for you always..”

Later when you two confirmed with a test, you spent the whole day snuggling, “I can’t wait to tell my mom hehe-“ giggling Jongho says happily. “You’re going to give birth to a little apple..and we’re going to be the most powerful-“

“Jongho,, stop..it’s a baby—not your little play toy” but he only snuggles in closer, “we’ll see y/n, we’ll see..”