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azrielhours · 1 year ago

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Captured

Azriel x Reader

Word count: 2018

Synopsis: The camera has been invented and Azriel takes up a hobby of capturing reader, proving how pretty she can be.

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“What is it?”

“An obscura camera, I think we called it.” You turned the device around for him to see the little hole to look through, let him hold it. “It means ‘dark room.’ Light travels in through here,” you pointed to the lens, “and an image is captured using refraction and shadows.”

Azriel frowned in disbelief, making you laugh.

“Watch,” you said, gently taking the Obscura from his hands.

“What do I have to do?”

“Nothing,” you smiled, positioning it before your face. “Smile for me.”

He gave a small, tentative smile. The distrust in his eyes had you laughing again, which made Azriel chuckle genuinely.

You clicked something. A shutter sounded, light flashed, and Azriel’s eyes widened. You pulled the obscura away as it rattled, producing a thin strip of rectangular film. Azriel’s frown returned. “It’s black.”

“It has to develop,” you plucked it away and placed it facedown. “You’ll see in a few minutes.”

“This is what you’d been working on with Nuan?” he asked, referring to the alchemist who’d been in town for a few weeks.

You nodded. “It’s an early prototype, but it mimics the way light enters the eye.” A mixture of her trinketry, your crafty impulses, and some magic. “All this work so we can finally capture your pretty face,” you teased, enjoying the pink dusting his cheeks. You turned the piece of film to him, relishing Azriel’s shock upon peering down at the photograph.

That sincere smile you’d managed to capture was how you often caught him looking at you. A sweet, receptive earnestness lighting his normally cold face. Eyes that beheld you like he missed you even when you hadn’t gone anywhere. Now etched permanently into a photograph for you to cherish.

It was your turn to blush. Playful words aside, this truly did catch his beauty.

He met your gaze. “Teach me how to use it.” You demonstrated, pointing to shoot the nearby bookshelf, but Azriel shook his head. “I want one like that,” he nodded to his headshot.

Your nose crinkled. “I don’t photograph well, Az.”

He scoffed. “Why wouldn’t you?” He positioned the obscura over his eyes like you had.

You covered your face with your hands, hiding. “I don’t like the posing.”

“Come on,” he cooed, laughing. He reached to move your hair where it fell forward as you ducked your head, then gently held your wrists beneath your chin, broad hand easily cradling them between a thumb and two fingers. He tilted your face up with his hold. You peered at him through your fingers, rosy cheeks peeking through digits. Still holding your wrists, he took the photo effortlessly.

You uncovered your face, still blushing. He wondered how you didn’t see what a perfect subject you’d be. How you could invent the obscura and deprive him of its most obvious benefit.

Azriel studied you, and you saw the gears turn in his head. “Can I borrow it for a while?"

You laughed. “Okay, Az.”

It started off rather clumsy, and it took a few tries for Azriel to figure out that lighting mattered. That snapping photos with light in the immediate background ruined the film. He tested his hypothesis by capturing a bewildered Cassian, the confusion frozen making Azriel chuckle. He understood why you’d been laughing at him before. Next, he found that distance was important; that he could shift the angle of his photography. A practice shot of Feyre losing herself in a painting, so focused that she didn’t turn to wonder about the shuttering sound. Rhys landing on a balcony after training. Nesta reading ferociously by the fire.

He got the hang of it and was ready to really begin.

I don’t like the posing, you’d told him. He had no issues with that whatsoever.

The first one happened in the kitchen. The early morning hours were typically shared by the both of you on the grounds of a close friendship. You’d been sipping on coffee like it was medicinal, the light of the sun softening everything. Eyes closed, hair still slightly undone from sleep. He loved seeing you in your fancy dresses, your fighting leathers, but something about seeing you in soft, utterly personal nightwear—linen pants, knit cardigans, slippers—it spread warmth through his chest brighter than your revered sunrise. Today he'd even caught you in his t-shirt you must’ve swiped. Carefully positioning the Obscura over his face where he stood at the doorway, he snapped his photo before inconspicuously joining you, inquiring about the theft he quietly adored. Adoring your answering smile even more.

The next shot was on the rooftop. He’d caught Cassian bandaging you up after sparring. You were sat on the bench, smiling bloody and beautiful. Laughing as Cassian cracked jokes, allowing him to tend to you. He was kneeling on the ground before you, cleaning the cuts on your brow, wrapping your bruised knuckles. The sheer glee in your laugh, the way you sat so comfortably with his brother had Azriel reaching into the pocket realm for the Obscura, capturing the sight of his favourite people bantering fresh out of the ring.

One night after Rita’s, Rhys had offered to fly you home after winning a drinking game against Azriel. He’d winked at the bested Shadowsinger, taking you into his arms and shooting to the sky. Azriel grumbled at first until he’d realized the opportunity he had mid-flight with Rhys ahead. You reached to the skies above, stretching like you could grab the very moon, safe in the High Lord’s arms. He wished the Obscura had the power to capture the sound of your laughter as well, but he’d gladly settle for your silhouette marked by the Night Court stars, their beauty dimmed in the face of your exquisite joy.

The next photo was stolen after a Hewn City mission. You’d been in a billowing dark gown, face so ethereal, so striking and utterly beautiful that he’d struggled to look at you face-on. Everyone had taken to sprawling on the couches after coming home, still in formal attire, helping themselves to drinks as they winded down. You’d fallen asleep at some point, stretched comfortably across the sofa with your head nearly hanging off, hair cascading around you like a halo and down the sofa to the ground. Feyre mentioned wishing she could paint the sight of you, sleeping like some spite or nymph, some woodland creature of beauty, your dress ballooning around you like a nightshade flower. Azriel silently pulled out the Obscura, taking his time levelling the device so the light of the hearth illuminated your face.

“What is that thing you keep doing?” Cassian asked lowly.

Azriel focused, capturing the shot. Taking another one just for good measure. “Nothing.”

His favourite photo was of you and Nyx. You’d been playing with the boy on the balcony, blowing bubbles as he tried dutifully to pop them. They’d land and settle in his hair, making you laugh boisterously, head tipping back as Nyx laughed with you unwittingly. It was like the sun loved you, how it always shone upon you, doing the work for Azriel. He took the photo, falling into the easy routine. Once that photo developed, his heart skipped a beat at its sight. At the promise it captured that he wished was his.

He was a lucky bastard to have this gift—a device that finally allowed him to freeze the light that you were in his life, to etch the sights he so sincerely loved. God, you were special. Azriel had to walk away from the balcony, still staring at the little strip of film, more invaluable than precious jewel. How lucky he was to witness you. Luckier still to capture you in still frames, while you unknowingly captured his heart.

Azriel found you in your room, sitting at your vanity. He handed the obscura to you. “There’s no more film.”

You laughed. “Wow. How many photos did you take?”

He shrugged, smiling roguishly. “A handful.”

“Can I see?”

He handed a few.

You rifled through them, gasping at the quality. “These are amazing.” He’d captured Feyre descending the stairs in her regalia, beautiful like a divinity of legend. Nesta pouting playfully, glaring right at the camera. Mor putting earrings in before an outing. “Their mates would love these,” you murmured.

“They would,” he agreed.

You shook your head, stunned. “God, they’re beautiful.” Azriel didn’t know if you meant the photos or who he captured in them. “I wish I photographed this good.”

He would’ve laughed at the absurdity if he could resist his scoff of disbelief. “You do.”

You just shook your head, sneaking a quick glance at yourself in the mirror before eyeing the photos again.

Azriel’s heart stuttered. “You do,” he repeated. “I—” he reached into the pocket realm. “I took some of you as well.” Handing over a few photos, he watched closely as your eyes widened. You took your time studying each photo, brows pinched. He didn’t know if it was in dislike, or—

“Wow,” you breathed. You met his gaze. The fragility in them told him it was awe. “Azriel,” you breathed again, assessing the shots. “Wow. You make me look…”

You faded to silence. “What,” he gently nudged you.

“Pretty.”

He tried to speak. A breath puffed out of him. “Y/n,” he couldn’t stop the reverence in his tone. “You’re beautiful. What do you mean?” He didn’t care how it came off, how saying it warmed his cheeks.

He’d only pulled out a few of the tamer photos. The ones of you with his family or in mundane solitude. He immediately pulled out the rest, laying them before you. The pinch deepened between your brows, looking at the one of you after Hewn City. “Oh my god,” you breathed. You had no idea you could look so… “beautiful.”

“Yes,” Azriel nodded. “Beautiful.” He pointed to the one of you in the kitchen, freshly woken up. “Here as well.” Always.

You took your time studying them, unable to find it in you to care about how stupidly vulnerable this struck you. Too busy grappling with the comfort of feeling this seen. You finally met his gaze, and if you didn’t know any better, you’d have thought that look in his eyes was…

If you were well and truly self-indulgent, you may have called it how you felt inside.

Azriel wished he had just one more piece of film to capture the look on your face. The depth of fondness in your eyes, like he was worth seeing. His heart stuttered again, holding that stare like he could pour his affection directly from his eyes to yours.

“Will you be keeping these?” you asked about the photos.

Azriel chuckled. “Yes. Try taking even one away.”

Oh.

You blushed, breaking his stare. A fine line to toe with your friend indeed.

But Azriel enjoyed that conviction on your face when you saw yourself as he did. “Okay,” he let up, exhaling in mock annoyance. “You can have a few.” He took most of the photos back, making sure to leave you with a copy of the Hewn City one. “I mean, I can always take more.”

You laughed, standing to retrieve your satchel, pulling out spare film. You showed Azriel how to load it in, but before handing the Obscura back, you eyed the first photo he’d taken, with his hands holding your wrists. “I want one like that,” you said, reaching for his face.

He laughed but didn’t bat your hand away, to your pleasant surprise. Only standing firm, albeit leaving his face uncovered. You cradled his face gently by the chin in one hand, resting your fingers on his cheeks, barely pressing. He smiled warmly at you, looking right through the camera at you. You captured him.

“There,” you handed back the obscura. “Now I got you,” you held up his matching photo.

He liked the sound of that. “I have you too,” he raised his collection of your photos in his hand in reminder. “And I’ll be keeping you with me.”

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bobohu4eva · 1 year ago

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Hitched (M)

Characters: Baekhyun x Reader

Genre: arranged marriage au, acquaintances(?) to lovers, smut

Summary: Can great sex make an unwanted marriage less shitty? Yes. Yes it can.

Warnings: explicit unprotected sex, semi public (outdoor) sex, edging, Baekhyun has a Big Dick, alcohol consumption

WC: 9.8k apparently I don't know how to keep things brief anymore!

A/N: The majority of this is extremely self-indulgent smut. Oops? You're welcome? It is (mostly) pretty soft though.

Masterlist

“Smile!”

The cameras flashed, and you put on a show for your friends and family. Your new husband kissed you, and from the outside, everything seemed perfect.

The perfect dress, makeup, hair, a rich and handsome groom, and everyone you cared about right there with you, celebrating you and the man who was supposed to be the love of your life. It was a lavish ceremony and even more opulent reception, but you couldn't enjoy it at all.

There was nothing wrong with him, but you and Baekhyun had never even dated, and you definitely never pictured yourself marrying him. You didn't exactly have any reason to dislike him, you'd known him since you were a kid and he was undoubtedly an attractive guy, but marrying him had been your parents idea, not yours.

As a kid your family had everything you could've imagined, foreign sports cars, numerous vacation homes, a yacht, nannies, tutors, and the list goes on. Your parents' companies had been doing well, and life was easy.

But that didn't last forever. Now in your early 20’s, you watched as the fortune your family had built for generations was slipping away.

You were still a teenager when it started and couldn’t fully comprehend what had happened, but it seemed like some combination of bad investments and unpaid debts. Slowly the vacation homes, yacht, and cars were sold off one by one just to pay the bills. As the years passed it seemed that the walls were starting to close in, but on the surface your family, especially your mother, made sure it didn't seem that way.

The good family name was pretty much all that was left now, and your mother would do anything she could to keep it strong.

Growing up with generational wealth, your family always associated with others of similar standing, and one of the families you'd grown up with had been particularly close; the Byuns.

Their only son, Baekhyun, was someone you'd grown up around, but at seven years older than you, you hardly knew each other. He was the perfect rich kid, smart, handsome, and polite, but you still would've much preferred to marry someone you actually loved, or at least were close with.

“Y/n, you're doing it again.” He whispered in your ear, and you realized that your smile had once again fallen as you zoned out, and his mother was right there in front of you, looking concerned.

You perked back up, and saw her face flood with relief. You looked at Baekhyun, and he was still smiling for the pictures as well, but you noticed the slightly apologetic look he shot you.

You really did try to play the part, for the sake of your families, but it was hard. This was supposed to be one of the happiest days of your life, but instead you were putting on an act, hiding how miserable you felt under the facade of it all.

The worst part was just how happy both his and your families were. Both moms cried, and even your dad teared up a little. You couldn't even blame them, either. It had been a beautiful ceremony, and you and him both looked the part so perfectly. It was everything a high society wedding should be, and on top of that, it was the only thing saving your family from bankruptcy.

Once pictures were done with it was time for the first dance- in a gazebo decorated with fairy lights and at least a thousand fresh white roses. All you could think was how incredible this would have been, if it was a real wedding, between two people who actually loved each other. Every beautiful thing was a cruel reminder of how you would never get to experience that for yourself.

Baekhyun did a better job than you, and if you hadn't been so depressed, you might've even gotten flustered a few times. He looked incredibly handsome in his tux, smiling sweetly at you as he led you through the dance, a painfully romantic song filling the spring air. He was the picture perfect groom.

You so badly wanted to hate him for agreeing to all of it, but knew it was more complicated than that. Despite not knowing him very well, you did know how close knit his family was. If his parents really wanted him to do this, he would have a tough time refusing.

You were closer with his parents than you had ever been with him, and they adored you. Despite not being related, you almost thought of them like your own aunt and uncle. Baekhyun, on the other hand, was like your mysterious older cousin. He always seemed preoccupied with his studies, or later, his job. You'd been around each other at holidays and various parties throughout the years, but he never felt approachable.

To act so romantically with him felt unbelievably strange. On top of your disappointment at the whole situation it was also just very awkward. The kissing and touching, the dancing, the “loving” looks you shared, they all made your chest feel tight. Baekhyun was obviously very handsome, but the nature behind all of it still got to you.

Before the wedding Baekhyun had asked you if you would rather not kiss or touch at all, not wanting to make you uncomfortable, but you'd assured him that it was fine. Aside from the parents and those closest to you both, most of the guests had no idea this wedding had been arranged just a few months earlier. If this was going to be believable, you had to make it look real.

Eventually the dancing ended and the reception began, relieved beyond belief to finally get to have a drink. The champagne made things much easier, and as distant friends and family asked you and your new husband about your love story, you lied with increasing confidence. Baekhyun, too, was leaning into the act more heavily after a few drinks. His arm around you and the way he looked at you made everyone oooh and ahhh, giving them the same story you'd told minutes earlier, about how the two of you realized one day that all of those years you'd been hiding your love for each other, and when you realized that the other felt the same, you couldn't marry quickly enough.

It was all bullshit of course, but they ate it up, and that was the important thing. You didn't want to think about how embarrassing it would be if an acquaintance or extended family member found out your parents had orchestrated everything.

Several times people gushed about how lucky the two of you were to have found each other. The bitterness you felt was so intense you hoped dearly that they couldn’t see right through your smile.

The relief you felt when the guests finally started to clear out, leaving the lavish ballroom for their hotel rooms, was monumental. Eventually the last of them were gone, and since both families insisted, you and Baekhyun retreated to your shared suite.

Both you and him knew that your families were hoping for a grand baby soon, but that wasn't something you could even consider at the moment.

“I don't mind sleeping on the couch.” He told you once you were alone with him.

As nice as the room was, it didn't make sense for him to sleep on the couch. The bed was huge, and the couches weren't long enough for him to fully lay down. You shook your head.

“Are you sure?”

You smiled a little at his sweetness, “There's plenty of space for both of us, don't worry about it.”

And so you and Baekhyun shared the bed on your first night together as husband and wife. You stayed on your side, and he stayed on his, not once touching, even a little.

It was expected that eventually you and him would buy a house together and live there, but in the meantime, you stayed at that suite together. His parents owned it, and they hoped that living together would help spark something real, not to mention sharing a bed.

Life after marriage wasn't that different, aside from your living space. You didn't have a job yet, having only graduated college a few months earlier, so you spent much of your time out with friends. As nice as the suite was, it reminded you of your loveless marriage, so you took every chance you could to get away. Baekhyun mostly just worked, keeping to himself, although he always asked you about your day when you’d get home. To his disappointment you kept your responses short. He wanted to try and get to know you better, but you didn't seem interested.

The truth was, every time you saw him and he tried to talk to you, it made you feel worse. He did absolutely nothing wrong, but he, like the suite, was a painful reminder of your unfortunate fate. The result was you essentially avoiding him, even in your shared space. Baekhyun, however, wasn’t willing to live that way.

A few weeks passed with hardly any words exchanged between you and him, so he decided to try something different. That evening when you returned to the suite, you were met with a generous dinner spread, the entire room meticulously decorated, and your husband sitting at the center of it all, looking at you bashfully in the candle light.

You were surprised, to say the least.

He noticed the way you froze up, getting up from the table and taking one hand, guiding you to the table. He pulled out your chair for you, leading you to sit.

Soon Baekhyun was seated across from you, looking back at you with a slightly unnerving intensity.

“Why are you doing this?” You asked.

He took a deep breath, “I want to try to make this work.”

You raised an eyebrow.

“I can tell how much you hate being married to me, and I’m sorry. I think we should at least try to make the best of it, though.”

“Make the best of it?”

“Well, yes. I mean it could be worse, right? Am I really that bad?”

You sighed, annoyance taking hold at his nonchalant attitude. “No, Baekhyun, that's not the point, this whole situation just… sucks. Maybe it's stupid but I always thought I'd marry someone I was actually in love with, and it would be one of the best moments of my life. Instead I’m married to someone I barely even know.”

“I'm sorry, and I know how you feel, I really do. But don't you think we should at least try to get along?”

After a week of keeping your discontent to yourself, it came bubbling up and you no longer bothered to hide how you felt from him. You let it out, finally letting out what had been plaguing your mind since the wedding.

“Every time I see your face or even this suite for that matter, it makes me feel like shit. I really didn’t want this, and I don’t understand how you seem so unbothered. I mean, are you really not that upset about all this? Why did you agree to it so quickly?”

“I didn’t have much of a choice either, you know how my parents are. A couple years ago when I still wasn't in a serious relationship of any kind they started floating the idea of setting me up with someone. Your name got mentioned a lot, so I've had more time to come to terms with it, I suppose.”

You scoffed, “So you've known for years that this would happen?”

“Well, no. It was always just a suggestion, until a few months ago when they told me that they discussed it with your parents and actually wanted to go through with it.”

Not sure what else to say, you shifted your focus to the plate of food before you, and he did the same. An awkward silence filled the dining room, though you still preferred the silence to his rationalizing of your miserable arrangement. Much to your dismay, however, it wasn’t long until he was again doing just that.

“A lot of our parents' friends started out like this too, you know. To be fair most of them at least got to date for a while before getting married, but they’re happy now, so why shouldn’t we be able to do the same?”

He wasn’t wrong, this kind of thing wasn’t exactly rare, though you still hadn’t planned to turn out that way yourself. Still, you just stared back at him with a look of annoyance.

“What I really wanted to talk to you about, the reason I made this dinner for us, I thought maybe, if you would be interested, we could go on a honeymoon. I know that wasn't originally part of the plan, but I think it could be good for us. Anywhere you want to go, I'll make it happen.”

His offer was extremely generous, but still didn’t exactly sound appealing. Being alone with him for days on end wasn’t your idea of fun, you worried that it would even become quite depressing, not to mention awkward.

“I don't know….”

“It can be as long or short as you like, and if you decide you hate being around me that much you can come back here anytime. You're my wife now, and I want to be able to make you happy, to make this whole thing work out for us. If there's anything I can do to help us get there, I’ll do it, whatever it takes.”

When he put it like that, it was hard to argue with him.

“Anywhere I want? And you’ll really fly me back if I don’t like it?”

He nodded, “I promise.”

Though you still had your doubts, you reluctantly agreed. A couple days later you were packing your bags, flying first class to Switzerland, where you'd stay for two weeks at one of his family's vacation homes in the mountains near Lucerne.

Baekhyun grinned when you told him you wanted to go somewhere with mountains, “excellent choice.”

The flight had been surprisingly nice. You’d expected that Baekhyun’s family would fly first class, but you were still surprised by just how nice the Swiss airline he’d booked was. You and him essentially had an entire bedroom, and while it was spacious for a plane, that was the closest you’d ever been to him in bed before. Maybe it was just hormones and general touch depravity, but you were all too aware of the way he occasionally brushed up against you as he slept.

When you finally arrived at the house you'd call home for the next couple weeks, walking into the main living area, you understood his excitement at your choice to stay in the mountains. It was nothing short of breathtaking.

The house itself was beautiful, modern, and impeccably decorated, but you'd seen plenty of nice houses. It was the view that made it so special. The sprawling green valley surrounded by snow capped mountains looked like something out of a fairy tale.

“My wife has awesome taste.” He said, not missing the way you grimaced, cringing at the word ‘wife’.

“It still feels super weird hearing you say that.”

You kept your eyes fixated on the view, and after a moment he was taking your hand and leading you into the master bedroom. Inside on a small table stood a bottle of champagne as well as two glasses, and beyond the sliding glass doors you could see the patio, fit with a hot tub and infinity pool. The king sized bed stood at the center of the room, covered in rose petals.

You let out a short exhale of a laugh, mostly in disbelief at the sight in front of you.

“Not bad right?”

“Oh God, you really are trying to make me fall in love with you. Rose petals and everything…”

He laughed, shaking his head. “I don't think two weeks is long enough to fall in love, but if you did, that would be great. I guess the staff went a little crazy with the romance since my parents told them this is our honeymoon.”

He opened the bottle of champagne, pouring each of you a glass and handing one to you. God knows you needed it.

“Cheers.” You clinked the glasses together, each taking a sip. “By the way, I can sleep in one of the other bedrooms, if you'd prefer that. I know the rose petals on the bed are a little much.”

Maybe it was the alcohol, but it looked like he was blushing ever so slightly as he said it.

Your immediate reaction was relief, that you'd get your own room, but then again that wasn't why you'd traveled all this way together. You were used to sleeping in the same bed with him by now anyway, so you shook your head, hoping you wouldn’t end up regretting it.

A long sigh passed your lips.“You didn't take me here for us to sit in different rooms all day, we can do that back at home.”

There was a faint smile on his lips and he nodded, cheeks still a little pink. You both knew what your families were hoping would happen in that bed, and you couldn't help but blush a little as well. For a second you wondered if you and him would ever get that far. He was perfectly fuckable, in theory, but the nature of your arrangement sucked all the excitement out of it for you.

It was still early in the day, and once the champagne glasses were empty Baekhyun called a car to take the two of you into town.

“You already seem less bummed out than you've been the last few weeks.” He commented as you headed into the city.

“Yeah, don’t get me wrong, I’m still sad about everything, but you're right. It's better to at least try to make this work out. I'm trying to be optimistic.”

He was smiling again, and you couldn't deny how gorgeous the sight of it was. He reached for one of your hands, giving it a light squeeze, holding it for the rest of the car ride, and then again as you walked through the streets together, window shopping.

The city of Lucerne really was like a fairy tale. The old buildings, the crystal blue lake, and the mountains in the distance were the perfectly romantic setting for your time with him. In front of that amazing backdrop, he truly looked like a prince.

As sad and angry as you'd been the past month, now that your hand was in his, on this beautiful honeymoon, just enjoying the scenery, you couldn’t find the energy to harbor any resentment towards him. Although you still had a lot to learn about each other, you realized you could enjoy his company more than you expected. Either that, or it was just hard to be mad when you were in such a lovely place.

You'd been walking together in comfortable silence for a while, just appreciating the city, when he told you, “If you see something you like, tell me and we can go inside for you to try it on.”

As nice as it was, you knew you weren't actually going to go inside any of those shops. They were all high end designer outlets, the kinds of places you hadn't been to since your family was actually doing well.

Baekhyun saw the way you shook your head, turning your eyes to the pavement in front of you. You felt him abruptly stop, your hand still in his.

“What?”

“Now that we're married, you don't need to worry about all of that anymore. Your family wasn't so insistent on you marrying me just so that they could finally pay off their debts, you know. They want a better life for you, too.”

“Yeah well they have a funny way of showing it.” You mumbled, not even trying to hide the bitterness in your voice.

“Did you tell them you didn’t want to get married?”

You scoffed, because of course you didn’t, and he should know that. You gave him a bit of a bitchy side eye and he seemed to get your point.

“They know I would’ve much rather chosen my husband myself. But I wasn’t really given a choice, just like you.”

He mustered up a surprisingly sympathetic look, sitting you down with him on a nearby bench.

“I’m not saying this to call you ungrateful, really, but I think we should remember how lucky we are. Because of our parents we got the best educations, grew up in nice homes, get to travel the world, and so on. Money isn't something we'll ever have to worry about. When they asked me to marry you, I didn’t fight them, because I know how much they’ve done for me.”

You understood perfectly where he was coming from. However, despite it all, you still couldn't deny your disappointment.

“I know it would've been selfish to refuse, and of course I am grateful to be this fortunate. That doesn't make it feel any less shitty, though. I always had such big dreams for how I would meet the love of my life and get married, and they know that. When they told me I should marry you, they knew it would be heartbreaking for me, they just didn't seem to care. They didn't even want to acknowledge it.”

“I'm sorry. I can imagine how hard that would be, I want you to know that I don't blame you at all for being upset. I just want to do whatever I can now to hopefully make this better for you.”

When you didn’t respond his hand was pulling you back up with him, “Come on, there’s a really great ice cream place nearby.”

He was relieved to finally see you smile again, even though you rolled your eyes at him. “I’m not a little kid, you can’t manipulate me with ice cream.”

“I’m not manipulating you! I just want to cheer you up.”

At least the ice cream really was fantastic.

Eventually you returned to the house, deciding to finish the champagne in the pool together, enjoying the view. You'd seen Baekhyun shirtless in the past, but it had been years, and you couldn't deny how great he looked as he joined you in the water, holding both of your glasses of bubbly.

The mountain air was chilly on your upper half, and you sunk deeper into the warm water as he handed you your champagne. Steam rose from the water into the cold air creating a wispy fog, the sun barely peeking out from behind the mountains as it set.

You said cheers, clinking the glasses together, giving Baekhyun a funny look at how intently he insisted on making eye contact before bringing his glass up to meet yours.

“You know why Germans are so insistent on eye contact when cheersing right?” He asked before taking his first sip.

“No..?”

His eyes widened ever so slightly, surprised, to say the least.

“Oh… uhh, never mind.”

“No, tell me!”

This time, he was definitely blushing, “Ok but don't get mad at me! I was joking… I didn't think I'd have to explain it..”

“So..?”

He sighed, ready for you to scoff at his lame attempt at flirting with you. “In Germany, it's said that if you don't make eye contact while cheersing with someone, you'll have seven years of bad sex.”

To his surprise, you actually let out a small laugh, again meeting his eyes and holding his gaze intently as you clinked your glass to his one more time.

It had to be the atmosphere, both of you barely clothed in your swimsuits, the alcohol, the sunset, and the view of the mountains. That had to be it, that had to be why you were going along with everything he said so easily. Because at the end of the day, you both knew well what he was implying. He was your husband, and you his wife. Unless you both planned on cheating, which to your understanding still wasn’t acceptable despite the nature of the marriage, he would be the only one you'd be having sex with anytime soon.

You kept slowly sipping on your drink, enjoying the calmness and beauty of the landscape. This time, the silence between him and yourself actually felt comfortable.

“Do you really think that it's possible for us to eventually be happy, like any other married couple? You know as if we'd actually chosen this for ourselves?” You eventually asked.

“Yeah, I definitely think it's possible.”

“You really mean that?”

He shrugged, and nodded. “I don't want this to sound too forward, but that's part of why I wasn't too upset about the marriage. I would've liked to marry someone I chose myself, just like you, but in our situation I think we still have a good chance at making it work. Even though we've never been particularly close, I feel like I know you fairly well, because of our families. I know that we had similar upbringings, share the same basic values, things like that, and those things really matter in a partnership. You're beautiful too, which definitely helps.”

“Thank you… I've never really thought about it like that.”

‘You’re beautiful.’ Those words had a greater effect on you than you expected.

His eyes had been fixed on the sun setting over the mountains, but slowly he turned back towards you. “Do you find me attractive, at least physically?”

His sudden question left you dumbfounded. The answer was so obvious but the way he asked you truly didn't sound cocky at all. You had to stop yourself from making a dumb joke considering his abs were currently glistening in the light of the setting sun and his face looked like something out of a magazine.

“Baekhyun, you know you're a good looking guy.”

“Well, some women are more into big muscles, or really tall guys, or a more rugged “manly” look. I could still not be your type.”

You shook your head, feeling the way your cheeks burned, knowing they were probably bright red. You kept your eyes glued on the valley below, avoiding the way you knew he was looking at you. “You definitely are my type, at least when it comes to looks.”

You expected him to say something cocky and smug but instead he just smiled at you when you finally met his gaze again, seeming genuinely happy and relieved by your answer.

“I appreciate that.”

It occurred to you then that despite the champagne, his words and eyes on you made you quite shy. He was simply an extremely handsome guy, and you found yourself having to fight the urge to downright ogle him.

His broad shoulders and strong chest looked so inviting, the water on his skin adding a gorgeous sheen to his entire form. You wanted to touch him, to feel his skin against your own, and know how his slender hands would feel on your body.

The view of the mountains was nice, but as the minutes flew by, your eyes kept traveling back to him. It didn't go unnoticed, as he felt himself slipping into similar thoughts as well.

Maybe you really were just that easy to read, but it surprised you nonetheless when he stepped closer, taking your hand in his, before placing it on his chest.

“Wh-what are you doing?”

Your eyes were stuck to his torso, heart beating rapidly at the knowledge of his eyes gazing down at you, his heartbeat under your hand a comforting reminder of the shared tension. His gentle touch on your chin triggered a small gasp, and he finally guided your face up towards his own where he could look at you, and you at him.

Being so close now, you noticed the scattered moles painting little constellations across his face. Each one appeared to have been placed with purpose, further adding to the near perfect harmony of his stunning features.

When his eyes shifted downwards ever so slightly, gaze falling to your lips, you stopped breathing. You could smell him, so sweet and inviting, every minute aspect of his presence pulling you in.

“Can I kiss you?”

His eyes bore into your own again, and you could feel the magnetism between you both. All you gave him was a small nod, but that was enough, his lips meeting yours.

This was so different, so much better than when you'd kissed before at your wedding. His chest under your palm felt warm and firm, the taste and smell of him surrounding you, easily letting you melt into him. His lips were soft, and the lack of clothing, the feel of his wet skin against your own, made you shiver despite the hot pool.

Growing increasingly overwhelmed, you pulled away, red faced and genuinely a little embarrassed to have given into him so quickly. You quickly grabbed your glass and downed the rest of your champagne.

Baekhyun, however, saw right through you. He gave you a knowing smirk, he knew you were still skeptical of him and the marriage, but that didn't mean you weren't attracted to each other. Being half naked in a pool with a view definitely helped set the mood, too.

“What? There's no reason to get shy now.”

Still, you turned away from him, bracing both hands on the edge of the pool as you fixed your eyes back onto the mountains and valley below.

“Hm? What's wrong?”

His breath on the back of your neck sent a shiver down your spine, surprised by the proximity. Gently, he brushed your hair aside, giving himself access to whisper in your ear.

“As odd as it might feel to be married, as husband and wife, there's no use in denying that we're attracted to each other.”

He didn't miss the way you whimpered when his lips gently grazed the sensitive skin just below your ear, turning your head to grant him more access.

He took that as his sign to continue, leaving a trail of kisses along the side of your neck, his lips growing bolder as the minutes passed. Soon he was sucking and biting at the spot on your neck that made your knees weak, and his hands slowly came to rest on your hips, leaving you every chance to stop him, but you did no such thing.

Maybe it was just how pent up you were after not having sex for so long, and barely even having an opportunity to touch yourself, but you found yourself squeezing your thighs together, trying to relieve some of the ache that was starting to form between them.

When one of his hands left your hip, instead coming to your jaw, turning your head to grant him access to kiss you again, you easily let him. The kiss was nothing sweet, desperate and hungry as you both fought for dominance, though Baekhyun quickly took the upper hand, not that you minded.

“Can I touch you?” He asked the second your lips parted.

“You are touching me.”

“That's not what I mean.”

His hand moved slowly down the front of your body, the soft touch making your head spin, until his delicate fingers began to play with the waistband of your bikini.

He resumed the movement of his lips on your neck, soon coming to whisper in your ear, “May I?”

You nodded, breath shaking, and let out a soft moan when his fingers finally pushed beneath the wet fabric. His first touch against your clit sent a jolt through you, and you didn't miss his soft chuckle before pressing his lips against you for the nth time.

The way he nibbled and sucked at the skin of your neck combined with the soft circles his fingers made on your clit, were nothing short or euphoric. You leaned back into his chest, quiet moans and whimpers filling the air. Being touched like this from behind had always been a big turn on for you. He already made you feel so weak under his touch.

Baekhyun was obsessed with all of the delicate sounds escaping your lips, sounds that proved how much you were enjoying what he did to you. The more he listened, the more he felt himself grow needy for more.

A breath got stuck in your throat when he pushed his hips forward, letting you feel his hardness against your ass. Even through his swim trunks, you could tell he was big.

With his cock pressed to your ass and his fingers moving perfectly between your thighs, you were already losing any rationality you’d once possessed. When his other hand untied the knot of your top and began to tease your nipples, you couldn’t bring yourself to worry about how exposed you were, outside in the open. You knew you would be pushed over the edge sooner rather than later if he kept it up, and he did.

“Are you gonna come for me, baby?” He whispered in your ear, the smirk on his lips apparent in his voice.

You nodded frantically, warmth bubbling up inside you, turning into a searing heat.

“Good girl, let go, I got you.”

His fingertips slipped across your clit just right, one hand pinching and twisting the sensitive nub on your chest. Your whimpers grew into delighted moans, the craving for even more growing almost unbearable. The promise of eventually having his length inside you was what pushed you over the edge, shaking and twitching in Baekhyun's arms as you fell.

“Fuck.” He whispered into the crook of your neck. “You're really sexy, you know that? Can't wait to be inside you.”

The combination of his words and breath against your heated skin prolonged your pleasure, nodding to show him just how badly you wanted him, too.

As soon as his hand withdrew from between your legs you turned towards him, throwing your arms around his neck to pull him into a heated kiss. It was messy, desperate, communicating the urgent need you both felt for more. His tongue greedily licked into your mouth before biting your lip, coaxing another weak moan from you. His hand on your thigh quickly had you wrapping both around him, and the feel of his substantial length and girth against your center, even through your bathing suits, left you panting, desperate for more.

He put some pressure on you, pushing you against the edge of the pool, letting you feel even more of him.

“Do you wanna go inside?” He whispered into your ear between kisses, but you didn't have the patience for that.

You shook your head, “just fuck me right here.”

His cocky smirk somehow had even more moisture flowing out of you, “as you wish.”

With that, he undid the string of your bikini, and pushed down his shorts.

You reached for him, intimidated by the size, hoping you would even be able to handle him. He was hot and hard in your hand, and you felt the telltale throb of his own arousal.

Anticipation hung thick in the air as he positioned himself, his tip nudging against your clit, and you swore you were about to lose your goddamn mind.

“You ready?” He questioned with an unexpected softness, forehead resting against your own.

“Yes.”

“You sure?”

“Yes, Baekhyun, please.”

As soon as he pushed forward, however, you understood his desire to double check. His size presented quite the challenge, your eyes squeezing shut at the discomfort of being stretched so much. He could sense how you struggled to take him, hands digging into the skin of his back, legs squeezing involuntarily around his hips.

“Fuck you're so big.”

“Just relax, I'll go slow. Tell me if it’s too much.” He said before pressing another kiss to your lips.

You couldn't remember ever feeling so full, and he was still only halfway in. Slow, shallow thrusts carefully let you get used to him, going deeper with every roll of his hips. Soon tears pricked at your eyes, the new sensation of being fucked by such a huge cock leaving you awstruck.

When he finally fit himself all the way inside of you, his hips meeting your own, you felt his head pressing firmly against your cervix. The slight pain of it heightened the already intense moment even further.

“Oh my God.”

He pulled almost all the way out, sinking himself all the way back inside, and you swore he had to have the best cock you’d ever fucked, by a mile. Any unpleasant thoughts surrounding your marriage to him were long gone as he set a steady rhythm, each thrust pulling gasps of pleasure from you.

The water splashed wildly around you but you might as well have forgotten it was even there, too overcome with Baekhyun’s length as it pleased you in ways you never knew possible. The way he filled you so completely was unlike anything you’d experienced with another man, blissed out by his incredible size and precise thrusts.

“You’re so perfect, take me so fucking well.”

His lips crashed into yours, hot and greedy as you moaned into one another. You were certain you’d never felt anyone that deep inside you before, and it was addictive.

“Think you can handle more?” He muttered, now that you’d gotten fully acclimated to his substantial length and girth.

You nodded, greedy for anything and everything he could give, and Baekhyun wasn’t going to deny you.

His lips swallowed more moans and cries of delight as he picked up the pace, thrusting harder, faster, feeling you clench down on him as you got closer to your release.

Every time he sunk into you completely, he felt your body tremble in response to the intense sensations. As much as you wanted to keep your eyes open to look at him, you simply couldn't. The force with which he pounded you and how deep he reached left you an incoherent mess. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, desperate whimpers and whines leaving your parted lips.

“Will my beautiful wife let me feel her cum on my cock? Hm?”

Frantically, you nodded. With only a few more pumps into your dripping core he made you cum, so hard that you just about forgot your own name.

Baekhyun let out a deep groan at how tightly you squeezed him when you came, the pulsating of your orgasming pussy bringing him to his peak soon after. His hips fell out of pace, eventually slowing to a stop as he emptied his cum deep inside.

It wasn't until you slowly started drifting back to reality that you realized you were still outside in the pool with him.

You continued to cling to him, feeling him gradually soften and slip out of you. When his eyes found your own you both stared, panting, basking in the afterglow.

You finally stood back on your own two feet, leaned back against the edge of the pool, and couldn’t fight the fit of laughter that came over you.

Baekhyun stared at you, confused, unnerved, and slightly bewildered at your sudden outburst.

“Jesus fucking Christ Byun! That might be the best sex I’ve ever had. No, it definitely was. I can’t believe you...”

A relieved sigh escaped him, grinning at your admission. “Go on. I’d love to hear all your thoughts.”

“Oh shut up you don’t need any more ego stroking with a dick like that.”

He leaned in closer, bracing both hands on the edge of the pool at your sides. “Well you’ll be happy to know that this dick is all yours, till death do us part.”

A genuine smile graced your lips, and this time as you looked at him, your new husband, you actually felt a little excited for what your future with him could hold.

You leaned in, giving him a quick kiss. “It's only day one and you already succeeded at seducing me. I have to admit I feel a little pathetic.”

“I didn’t seduce you.”

“Oh yes you did! You got me half naked and drunk and started kissing my neck. That has to count.”

“You only had one glass of champagne and we're in a pool, what else would we wear?!”

You rolled your eyes. “Okay fine, but you still seduced me. Not that I mind, that was fucking incredible. I hope no one saw us, though.”

Baekhyun just shrugged. “I doubt it, but if they did, we put on a pretty good show.” he smirked.

“You’re unbelievable.” You laughed, enjoying the way he admired you.

“I asked if you wanted to go inside, but someone was too impatient.”

“You’re awful cocky, you know that?”

Again, he shrugged, moving away from you to find his glass of champagne. He finished it, and since it was getting late, you both finally decided to get to bed. This time, the rose petals just made you giggle. Once you'd both settled in, you even found yourself inching closer to him, until one of his arms pulled you closer, wrapping around you. It was easy to fall asleep like that, in his embrace.

The first night in a new bed was usually pretty rough, and the jet lag didn’t help. When you awoke in the early morning, you knew you wouldn’t be able to fall back asleep.

Baekhyun had detached himself from you at some point during the night, the blanket bunching up around his waist. He seemed to still be resting peacefully, and you shamelessly enjoyed the view of his bare chest and sleeping face. Everything about him was just so gorgeous, it didn’t really make sense to you how you’d ended up with him like this. You’d been so pissed about the marriage for so long, but now a small smile crept to your lips as you watched him, his chest slowly rising and falling with every breath.

You turned to fully face him, shifting around for a bit before settling into a comfortable position. From that point of view you could enjoy the profile of his face as he slept, taken with the seemingly perfect outlines of his jaw, nose, and lips.

Minutes passed, dragging on painfully slow, and the sight in front of you definitely didn't help you get back to sleep. Images from your time in the pool with him kept resurfacing, along with the memory of how incredible he'd made you feel. You couldn’t understand how you hadn’t always wanted to touch him, even when he was more of a stranger to you. He was way too attractive to just ignore, you thought. Every cell in your body seemed to gravitate towards him, now that touching him was allowed, and even welcomed, holding yourself back was nearly torturous.

You and him could nap during the day. Right now, you needed him to wake up.

Carefully, you moved closer, molding your body to his, leaning in to press your lips to his neck. He stirred a bit, but didn’t wake up, so you went on to plant more kisses, moving down towards his chest. When you gently sucked on his collarbone, his eyes finally fluttered open.

Much to your delight, he didn’t question your actions, or why you’d woken him up. He just took hold of your waist, pulling you on top of him, and into a kiss. You ended up straddling him, lips still locked as they moved together lazily.

“Goodmorning,” He hummed, looking around at the dark bedroom. “Awake already? What time is it?”

“Four? Five? I don't know.”

“Why'd you wake me up?” He half groaned, half whined, voice rough due to the early hour.

Instead of replying, you just kissed him again, kissing down to his jaw, then neck, moving your hips a little to make your intentions clear.

“Ready for round two? Already?”

“Shut up.”

He chuckled, “Why don't you make me?”

You moved to bring your lips to his once more, but he stopped you, one finger pressing to your lips before they could make contact. You pouted.

“I have an even better idea.”

“Oh yeah?”

A mischievous grin lifted his cheeks so prettily.

“Sit on my face.”

You froze, “Huh?”

“You heard me. C’mere”

He hoisted you up, eliciting a small shriek from you, but you didn’t let him take you all the way up the bed, instead settling atop in chest.

“Are you serious?”

“Hmm I’m a hungry boy. Now come here.”

His hands on your ass attempted to push you further up towards his face, but you stayed put.

“I still have underwear on, dummy.”

He looked down, narrowing his eyes when he spotted the lace that was, in fact, covering you.

“Do you like this pair?”

“Kinda? They’re a little old I guess, why do you-”

Before you could finish his hands were taking hold of the flimsy fabric, easily ripping it and tossing it to the side.

“Baekhyun! Are you out of your mind? Why-”

He cut you off again, hoisting you up by your ass till your thighs were on either side of his head.

“Don’t worry baby, I’ll buy you new ones.”

With that his arms circled your thighs, pulling you down, until your center met his hot tongue.

You inhaled sharply, bracing your hands against the wall as he licked and prodded at your clit. It was soft, teasing, wanting to warm you up before showing you what he was really capable of. When you would start to whine and plead for more, he would pull away entirely, instead leaving kisses on your inner thighs, letting the anticipation grow until it was nearly unbearable.

Until then you'd still been hovering, not wanting to smother him, but when you once again began to whimper and ask for more, he told you, “I’ll give you what you want if you just sit.”

“But-”

Without giving you a chance to protest his strong arms, still wrapped around your thighs, yanked you down roughly. At last you got the kind of pressure you needed, putting some weight on him, no longer caring if he could breathe or not. His hums of pleasure made it clear that either way, he was enjoying this as much as you were.

He lapped at your clit with greed, happily drinking you in. Every gasp, sigh, and groan he drew from you egged him on, eagerly awaiting your release, wanting nothing more than the taste of your delight flooding his tongue. When he transitioned from mere licking to sucking your bud past his lips, he felt your thighs shake, gripping them so tightly you almost wondered if it could bruise. In your ecstasy, however, there was no place for such thoughts. You were too preoccupied with your building orgasm.

His fingers earlier in the pool had been fantastic, but his tongue and lips were on a whole new level entirely. The way the warm muscle flicked at your most sensitive spot was absolutely perfect, and when combined with the suction of his lips, you almost couldn’t handle it. He could tell you were getting close when you began to rock your hips against his tongue, silently begging for even more, and he was eager to deliver.

He picked up the pace, suckling harder, licking faster, and he reveled in the increased volume of your moans as you got lost in it. When the moans were silenced, replaced instead with sharp gasps, he knew you were on the precipice. He didn’t falter, if anything, he gave you even more.

Seconds later you fell apart, twitching and shaking while he still didn’t stop, the sensation flooding your body with relief and joy until it slowly became too much. Baekhyun still had a firm hold of your thighs, and he moaned with delight at the taste of your orgasm on his tongue. He kept lapping at your tired pussy, not wanting to let a single drop go to waste, until you basically begged him for a break.

When his hold on your thighs finally weakened, you sat back, your ass landing on his chest eliciting a grunt from him. You looked down at your husband's face and he was beaming, lips and chin still wet with your arousal. You grinned right back, watching as he wiped his face with the back of his hand.

Again, all you could do was laugh, and this time he happily joined you.

“You know, I really hadn't expected all of this to happen on our first night here.” You told him.

“Neither did I.”

He was still smiling up at you, now just watching, admiring you, and when he still didn't look away after several seconds had passed you started to feel shy.

You rolled off of him, one arm covering your eyes as you basked in the unexpected comfort of the moment. Eventually you felt him move your arm away and his face was hovering above your own, slowly moving closer until he was kissing you. It was slow, relaxed, just enjoying the closeness as you gradually recovered from the heated moment.

You felt him shift, realizing that he was adjusting himself beneath his silk pajama pants, and your hand followed. His eyes fluttered shut when you palmed him, and he took the hint, discarding the shirt you still wore before stripping himself.

Wet lips met the sensitive skin of your neck as he positioned himself between your thighs, the heat and weight of him above you somehow making your heart race even more. His fingers entered you first, stretching you out to get you ready to take him. He started with two, soon adding a third as he leaned up slightly, watching your flushed form squirm and whimper beneath him. It was a sight that didn’t help his patience one bit, throbbing as he thought about getting to be inside you again so soon.

It wasn’t long until Baekhyun assumed you were ready, that or he just didn’t want to wait any longer. Both of his hands found yours, lacing them together and pressing them to the bed above your head. His eyes were on yours, dark with lust as you felt him push inside, the stretch again making you wince, though you easily powered through, too enticed by what was to come to even consider stopping him. He rocked into you, getting deeper with each push, until he was burying himself into you entirely with each roll of his hips.

This time, he was slower, savoring the way your tight walls hugged him, in contrast to the frenzied passion of the evening prior. You sighed gratefully each time he hit that spot inside you, appreciating the unhurried pace he set as he continued to thrust. Your previous orgasm left you especially sensitive, and you seemed to be floating on a cloud of pure bliss while he steadily fucked you, the euphoria of it reaching even greater hights than before.

His size was one thing, but Baekhyun was also just good. He knew how to angle himself to make you feel just right, keeping a steady pace to allow the pleasure to build.

“You feel amazing, so tight and wet for me.” He whispered into your ear, and your knuckles paled with how hard you gripped his hands.

Normally faster, rougher sex was what you preferred, but now, with him, you couldn’t help but think that this slower, more relaxed approach was even better. Maybe it was because it was so early, and you were still a little tired, but this felt nothing short of perfect. Baekhyun was taking care of you so well, listening to your body, and giving exactly what you needed.

Your orgasm was getting close again, warmth growing into a burning heat in the pit of your stomach, but as soon as you started to clench around him, about to let go, he pulled out.

He chuckled softly at the way you whined in protest, but assured you, “Just trust me, this will be even better.”

He stood on his knees and straddled one of your thighs, bringing the other leg over his shoulder before pushing back in. With the same leisurely pace from earlier he continued on, the new angle making you feel him even deeper.

When you started to whimper and ask for him to go faster, he just shushed you, pushing his hips into you slower, but harder, leaving you with little room to protest. Either way, it was divine, and you knew he’d easily get you there in the end. After a while you decide that whatever he had in mind, you would happily accept it. He made you feel so damn good, you trusted him to take you however he saw fit.

His thrusts were steady, letting you chase your orgasm, but when you started to get close he pulled out again, leaving you shaking and whining and clenching around nothing.

One hand came to rest on your cheek and his forehead met your own, prompting you to open your eyes and meet his. He stared for a second before pressing a quick kiss to your lips and whispering, “Turn around for me baby.”

You obliged, rolling onto your stomach, and you felt him straddle you, leaning down to leave a trail of kisses along your shoulder. Without any warning he filled you once again, and this time when he bottomed out, the increased pressure against your cervix made your stomach tighten, the pain almost too much for you.

His moans and grunts made it clear that he, too, felt the added pressure, making sure not to press too hard, to be gentle as he continued working his way in and out, his eyes fixed to the view of your ass and his length plunging in and out of you. Every time he sank himself inside completely he felt the way his tip would reach the bottom, savoring the feeling while doing his best to not hurt you in any real way.

Little did he know, you enjoyed the intensity of it, and your high was approaching even quicker than before. He’d been edging you for so long, all you cared about was getting your release. He could’ve fucked you as fast and hard as he wanted and the pain still wouldn’t have stopped you from cumming all over his length.

But Baekhyun was cautious nonetheless, filling you in the same relaxed manner, wanting you to feel as good as possible, to prolong your pleasure, without bringing it to an end just yet. He, too, was enjoying himself far too much to rush this.

However he soon felt the same tell-tale throb that your orgasm was quickly approaching, so he pulled out once again.

Once he’d turned you over, settling back between your thighs, he took in your fucked out expression, eyes softening at just how desperate you looked.

“Does my baby want to cum?”

You nodded, frantic. “Please, Baekhyun.”

He placed a tender kiss to your lips, then your forehead, before pushing forwards to fill you up. This time as he kept moving you could feel the difference, and you knew he was getting close to his own release. His thrusts were less consistent, and he became shaky, gasping and moaning more freely than before.

For you it came as a relief, knowing that it wouldn’t be long until you finally got your long awaited high. You weren’t sure how much more you could take, more than ready for him to finally just fuck you through your orgasm, and let you feel his release, too.

The push and stretch of his length inside you, the angle of it, and his entirety surrounding you, the heat and weight and smell of him, they all became too much. When he finally let you reach your peak it was strong, blinding you and making your skin tingle with the intensity. Every time he’d denied you he’d built the tension to such a degree that when it was finally released, it was otherworldly. Broken versions of his name passed your lips, though you weren’t conscious of it, the wave of pleasure leaving no room for coherent thought, only gratitude for the incredible feeling after having been deprived.

He didn’t stop when he felt the obvious pulsating and twitching of your orgasm, he continued to chase his own high, which came soon after. He’d been holding himself back, so when it finally hit him, the burst of euphoria was explosive. As he shuddered apart his lips crashed into yours, hungry and rough as they sought greater contact, something to communicate how much it affected him.

The kisses became more relaxed as you both slowly drifted back to reality, until he finally collapsed on top of you, burying himself in the crook of your neck. Gently kisses were peppered across your skin, each one paired with some sweet words, “So beautiful, so perfect, so good for me.”

After some time his weight above you lost its charm, turning sweaty and uncomfortable prompting him to roll off you, though you still desired some contact. Your head rested atop his chest, and the feeling of his hand on your waist was a welcome comfort.

Something about this just felt right to you. Your marriage to him, now, came as more of a relief than anything else. You knew that after having him, nobody else would ever be able to compare. As sure as you’d been that the jet lag would keep you up until daylight, his embrace ended up luring you into a peaceful sleep in mere minutes.

As it turned out, your honeymoon ended up being a beautiful experience full of gorgeous scenery, plentiful laughter, and amazing sex. Most days were spent strolling through town, enjoying the spa and pool at the house, and in bed with your new husband.

He was fun, maybe a little cocky, but you couldn't blame him for that, everything considered. At the end of the day, he was always sweet to you, and never acted truly arrogant in any way. Confident, that was how you would describe him, and that confidence came as a comfort for you. He was confident in himself, yes, but he also showed a lot of confidence and optimism towards his relationship with you.

The initial awkwardness disappeared completely after your encounter in the pool. The sex had been great, but more importantly, it brought your guard down. You quickly became far more comfortable around him, and as the days passed, he started to feel like a genuine friend. A friend, who also gave you the best sex of your life.

While it may have still been early in the relationship, by the time you were flying back home with him, you felt confident, too.

You'd make it work with Baekhyun, your new husband.

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Pick a card :- Your First meeting with fs 💙

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Pile 3. Pile 4.

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Disclaimer :- This is a general reading, it may or may not resonates with you . If you are thinking that your pile doesn't mach, so you can choose another one . And if someone is not inrested they can leave 🤗💙.

Pile 1 💙

Read by @tarotbyjam24

Hi pile 1 , excited to meet them already? Your 1st meeting is gonna happen when some of your relationships fall apart and you decide to walk away from them in hope of having new good connections for you . When you and your fs you both may want to create something like you guys meet each other through some project collabs. You both initially won't be talking to each other than about work because you may feel somewhat closed off because of your past relationships doesn't specifically have to be with your lovers it can be with anyone. But you both were meant to meet each other because universe have already created a path for you which you both will be walking down together. I can already see a vision of you and your spouse walking down the aisle together which will feel like a path to heaven . You both may share few drinks on your first meet after getting your works done. Your 1st meeting can happen in winters but you'll be wearing your summer clothes hahaa and they'll be all packed with the clothes. You both will be secretly taking glances of each other and trying to hide your smile by looking away . Even tho you both won't be opening upto each other that much but you both will be receptive with eachother you both will be willing to accept each other as you both giving . It's giving we listen and we don't judge hahaa. You both will try to be open minded at your 1st meet. You both may think that you both aren't capable but you both will lowkey want be with eachother and already could have imagined few marriage scenarios. You both will want to to keep each other in your future plans. After few dates you both will open your chained mouths and start telling each other how both of you feel about each other . Initially you both will only want to try out worldy things but nothing too deep like going out t,trying things together. You both giving introverts at first but after few days we turn into extrovert. But trust me it'll proceed into something more amazing . Thank you for reading 😊

Pile 2 💙

Read by @intutive-peechu

Hii pile 2, So when I first time try to channel your pile I got nothing but darkness, and when I was writing this in my textbook my pen died in middle so I think the time when you meet your fs you guys will be going through some problem not a huge one no I'm not getting it but can be work related which make you tensed. So I think meeting with your fs will be unexpected for you , I saw you guys will meet your spouse in a party 🎉 your fs will be someone on higher position I heard " Boss " so they can be actually a boss . Some of you in this pile might work in related to media , news , article, journalism etc. They will be someone known in their work or will be famous between people related to their career. People does respect them a lot I saw a scenario where a man come to attend a party and the time he come down from his car camera light started to flash, and then his eyes meet with someone for brief second before he entered inside ( that someone is probably you ) anddd.....( no his not a celebrity the time I write all this down this msg come soo soon that write this down it's imp ) so no guys they are not celebrity!! Your partner will have an attitude in them , positive negative don't know but chances are you will be getting irritated by them lol 😂 . About them so they might think about you lil , like back of their head but they will ignore it .

That's it pile 2 , hope you like it 💙

Pile 3 💙

Read by @tarotbyjam24

Hi pile 3, your first meeting with your spouse is going to be amazing. You both will be mirroring each other perfectly. You both will feel compatible right after your first meet. But still you may think how come we both get so well with each other being lil skeptical. You'll be dressed beautifully. Your hairs can be tied up when you meet them . Your life may be throwing lemons at you . But after you meet them your heart will a strange wave of peace which you may not find familiar. You'll feel you suddenly got lucky strike or is god mistakenly blessing you with other's blessings but no lol it's all for you . You'll want be a kid when you meet them may even feel sleepy because of how much warmth is suddenly nature is oozing after meeting them. If you are wondering you'll be getting your dream spouse or not the answer is yes you'll get them. When you meet them for first they will be well established already . So there won't be any space left for worries . They'll treat you amazingly. They can even treat you like a child if you would want to be . Anyways they'll be spoiling you right after you meet them . Your first meeting can be set up by your parents. They'll be dressed well too. You may fall for them on first sight because of how handsome they look and their smirk oops 😩 . Your charming prince's\princess's eyes are so seductive . They can have a angular face too that catches up with modern beauty standards . Thank you for reading 😊

Pile 4 💙

Read by @intutive-peechu

Hello pile 4 🥰 for you guys I'm getting two different scenarios but there something is common in them Nature , greenery, flower and trees . So the first scenario is that , that you guys may meet your fs in a garden or park . Where people go for a walk or for doing stretching, yoga etc. I saw scenario where a man holding a peace of paper in his hand walk towards a girl asking for address but the time that girl saw his face her mind got blank like this peaceful feeling washed over me so I think you guys will be the one to hooked . I mean to fall in love with them ( it's cute ) and for another scenario I saw that you guys might go for camping or hiking and loose the track of people and get lost and then you will be meeting your fs they will help you to find your way . Hmm now they can be the guide of group or they come for hiking too , but the time you find them there to help you in that problem, a relief will wash over you . You feel this gratitude towards them and an admiration for helping you . They will be probably handsome or charming and something about their physics too . They might be a lil bulky , you guys might don't feel any attraction ( I mean not getting romantic feelings right away ) but a memory will stay or you might hope to meet them again .

That's it pile 4. Hope you like the reading 💙

Ruh....

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melanieph321 · 4 months ago

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Charles Leclerc x Reader - A Life With You

+18

Y/N is definitely me in this one 🤭

It can be you too. 🤷🏿‍♀️

Summary - F175 is your first public appearance as Charles Leclerc's girlfriend. A night you'll remember forever.

Enjoy! ❤️

"Are you nervous?"

"A little. Yes."

"Don't be."

For the split second that Charles left you in his car, your heart beat faster than ever before. It dawned on you in that moment, as your palms felt clammy against your silk dress, that what you had with Charles was something very real. Not a teenage dream, as some Italian tabloids have teased it to be. Or a flattering summer fling. Summer was long gone and yet here you were with Charles by your side, ready to introduce your relationship to the world.

The door on the passenger side opened, making you jump in your seat as a wave of flashing lights eliminated your vision. Through the blur, a hand was offered to you, Charles' hand, assisting you to step out of his luxurious Ferrari.

"Charles and Y/N, over here!"

It was an instant shock. People seemed to already know your name. They called you from left to right, demanding that you pose for a picture. Having been prepared for the mayhem that might occur at an event such as this one, you reminded yourself to relax your shoulders and take a deep breath. You then turned to the cameras, smiling faithfully, pleasing the many flashing lights.

Charles did the same beside you, posing for the cameras. He was a professional though, not as stiff as you. He smiled half heartedly, in a way that enhanced his natural charm. After some time posing, Charles' hand put pressure against your lower back. His way of telling you that it was time for you to move on inside.

Once inside you completely forgot that you belong. Or at least to act like you belong. The whole event was a spectacle in itself. A banquet in its own class. The tables where the drivers and other team members were seated overflowed with pre opened bottles of champagne. Nothing but the expensive kind. The tables were catered to by several service personnel, eager to assist you in any and every way. However, how could one think of eating when there was a chance that you'd miss the spectacle in itself.

The showcase of the 2025 season Formula 1 cars is what caught your eye for the majority of the night. That and the amazing composition of lights, music and the occasionally funny jokes made by the hosts of the evening. You were curiously peering at the stage, turning to Charles at times. Charles, who seemed to already have his eyes on you. You smiled, admiring the way your boyfriend's cheeks carved the most adorable dimples at your expense.

"Are you having fun?" He asked.

You nodded, like a child at an amusement park. "I can't believe that Aston Martin got Tems to perform. I love her."

"I know you do." Charles leaned forward, surprising you with a swift kiss on your cheek. He then whispered in your ear. "I've gotta go. I'll be back in a bit."

You anxiously shifted your head, dreading the fact that Charles was about to leave you on your own.

"Hey." He squeezed your hands and tilted your head to meet his eyes. His bright reassuring eyes. "Don't worry. I'll have someone escort you back to the hotel once the show is over, okay?"

You nodded. "Okay."

Charles kissed you once more. This time on the lips, wiping off the excess lipstick on his mouth as he left your table and walked away.

Eyes of the neighboring tables were on you. People, perhaps peers of Charles, who seemed curious yet delighted with your presence. "He's up next." An older couple said, their attention shifting towards the stage. Just then, the lights were dimmed as a historical introduction of Ferrari began.

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

The afterparty was hosted at the hotel where you stayed. But by the time you left the venue the time was way past midnight. You were tired and longed to be reunited with Charles, whom you hadn't seen since he left your table.

He had appeared on stage following a marvelous reception from the crowd. You couldn't help but to admire your boyfriend who seemed to be in his element even with thousands of eyes on him. He made the flirtatious notion to wink at you where you sat beaming at him. It was a moment that released a ray of butterflies in your stomach. A precious moment to be remembered forever.

"Y/N, are you here?"

"In here!"

At the end of the night Charles returned to your hotel room, only to find you in the depths of your bedroom.

"I couldn't find you downstairs, is everything alright?"

You turned away from the mirrored desk, a makeup stained towel in your hand. "No, I'm all good. I just didn't feel like partying without you."

"Oh, okay. Well, we can return downstairs together—"

"Charles." You giggled. By now you had hopped out of your dress, your face cleared of makeup. The night robe you wore was flattering, but Charles would be kidding himself if he thought that you'd return to the party dressed in only a night robe. It was shameful though, for Charles to hop out of his attire. He looked so handsome in his deep blue suit, and the ferrari red tie to go with it added a simple yet tasteful touch.

"What?" Charles said, smiling with uncertainty at the way you regarded him.

You stood from the desk, setting your nightly products aside. "Nothing. I just like looking at you, that's all."

"You do?"

"I do." You approached Charles where he stood leaning against the door frame, stopping to wrap your arms around his neck. He did the same, wrapping his hands around your waist. Your eyes met in a loving exchange, making it almost impossible for your boyfriend to resist to bend down and kiss your lips. His mouth lingered against yours, the moment slowing down your heartbeats. Charles' hand went up to your cheek, tilting your head back slightly, deepening the kiss. It was the most intimate you had been the whole night and the words that followed told you that Charles was eager to change that.

"I hope I didn't scare you away."

"Scare me away?" You altered the kiss, a skeptical look on your face.

Charles chuckled, swiping his thumb across your warm cheek. "I mean all of this. The show. The lights. The cameras. It's pretty much sums up my life. I hope it didn't scare you to spend it with me ."

"You want to spend your life…with me?"

Charles' eyes winded, realising his mistake. "I didn't mean it like that—" His cheeks blossomed, a slight clog of his throat. After a series of dry coughs, he collected himself. "Unless….you want to."

You smiled, nodding your head. "Yes Charles, I want to spend my life with you. This life."

He hesitated to kiss you, fearing what it might do to him to taste you again. Instead his hand went to the waist of your robe, tugging at the slender ribbon that held it together. He tugged it loose, groaning with satisfaction once he discovered that you were naked underneath.

"Now you." You said, retaining his distracted eyes away from your breasts. Charles' eyes traveled downwards as he watched you drop to the floor, your hands traceing down the length of his body, his lean stomach, until they settled on his belt.

"Can I?" Innocent eyes peered up at him. To this Charles could only nod. You helped him drop his pants, leaving them at his ankles. Charles legs trembled with your touch, his slack cock weighing heavily below his underpants. Once it sensed the heat of your mouth it twitched awake, throbbing painfully for you to stroke it.

"Fuck." Charles slumped back against the wall, stroking himself while you slid the robe off your naked shoulders, settling yourself on your kness before him.

Charles stopped stroking himself and let you take over, moaning at the warmth of your mouth, devouring his cock, licking his leaking tip.

"Yes, baby, just like that."

You hymned in satisfaction. happy to please him. At times, you found yourself shifting in your stance, enjoying the way the bottom of your feet created friction between your legs. It allowed you to feel pleasure alongside Charles, who came with the rapid thrust of your head. By the time he helped you back up on your feet, rushing you to the bed, you were wet and tender to have him, letting Charles settle himself between your legs as you lay down on the edge of the bed. There, you made love to the silent thud from the party below.

You made love knowing that there would be many more nights like these.

#fanfiction #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #f1 #charles leclerc #charles leclerc x reader

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puck-luck · 1 year ago

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explodin' (like a golf ball) | quinn hughes

warnings: fem!masturbation, fem!receiving oral, a sliver of dom!quinn pairing: fem!reader x quinn hughes request: @captainlexaproluvr "quinn catching his gf getting off while watching one of his interviews (then perhaps him going down on her but forcing her to keep watching the video).... yeah" wc: 1470

It’s the black button-up, black dress pants, and pristine white sneakers that do it for you, really. Or maybe it’s Quinn’s perfect new haircut and his big, genuine smile, which he so rarely shows in interviews, that are the minor catalysts in your current predicament. It could be his focus, how quiet he is as he lines up his shot and prepares to swing, to bury that ball as far down the range as he can.

You realize suddenly that you’re biting your lip hard enough to leave a mark.

You’ve got the video memorized at this point, the way he murmurs out an “Alright” before he swings at the ball, how he freezes in his stance and does a double take when the ball explodes, how he looks around to make sure everyone just saw what he did.

You find yourself particularly endeared by how excited your sweet boyfriend is, excited to the point that he can barely string together a sentence before starting a new one. He calms down after a moment, his voice returning to its normal, controlled tone as he marvels over the moment to the main interviewer.

Still, you watch over and over again to see your boyfriend light up like a Christmas display. It’s so rare that you see him act that way in front of the cameras, still a little shy despite his star-status. He should be used to the media by now, years into his career, but he still struggles with coming out of his shell. He overthinks it. But, sometimes, he gets caught off guard and the world gets to see the real him.

It is one of the most attractive interviews you’ve ever seen of Quinn.

You remember him coming home the day of this shoot, beaming and bragging about how strong he was. You remember him picking you up and tossing you over his shoulder and taking you to the bedroom, so giddy and on a high from his great feat that he needed to get his cock in you and make you feel good.

And the memories of that make you slip your hand into your shorts, into your panties, and pet over your folds. You’re wet already, just from the thought of Quinn pushing his thick cock into you, hovering over you and watching your face as he causes you to contort and moan recklessly from the pleasure. You jolt as your finger comes in contact with your clit, the bundle of nerves receptive and aching for a repeat.

The video is still playing, on a low volume but next to your ear regardless, and you can hear Quinn speaking over and over. It’s a recording, but it’s like he’s there, breathing meaningless words into your ear and praising you.

On a loop, your heart jumps with his repeated “I have… like, come on” because he’s just so precious and such a sweet boy and you want him to be that happy all the time. You want him to be so elated that he’s speechless, that he’s smiling wider than he ever has in front of a camera.

“What’s this?”

Your eyes flash open, finding Quinn in the doorway. His eyes are scanning your body, devoid of emotion and dark. Your fingers still over your clit at the look, then you draw your hand out of your shorts. You rest your hand on your stomach, your shirt riding up so that Quinn can see the soft skin of your belly and love handles.

“Touching what’s mine?” Quinn asks, his voice low and scratchy. “I was just down the hall, baby, you could’ve called for me.”

He approaches the bed, and suddenly, you remember that his voice is ringing out of your phone speakers on a loop. You go to grab your phone and silence it before he reaches the device first, but you’re too late. He scoops up your phone, planning to just turn it over and place it on the bedside table, but he’s stopped in his tracks when he comes face to face with himself on your screen.

He watches the video twice, only looking up at you briefly between plays, a smile growing on his face.

“But you already had me here, I see,” Quinn teases. “Have I spoiled you that much, pretty girl? You can’t get yourself off without me talking in your ear?”

“Don’t be mean,” you plead, reaching for him.

Quinn shies away from your touch, opting instead to turn up the volume on your phone and place it, face down, across the room. He returns to your side, chuckling as you stare up at him from your position, then Quinn kneels at the edge of the bed. Your eyes follow him, taking in each of his movements.

Quinn reaches up and dips his fingers into your waistband, gently pulling your shorts and panties down. He reveals your wet pussy, humming in approval as he spreads your legs to get a good look. He pulls you closer, strong hands dragging you by your ankles until your fluttering entrance is a mere breath from Quinn’s mouth.

“Now you get the best of both worlds,” Quinn mumbles, interrupting himself to plant a kiss on your clit. “I get to take care of you down here, and I can still talk to you from all the way over there.” He nods back at the phone, still repeating the same audio. “I’ve legit never seen anyone break a golf ball before.”

He dives in, tongue first like he’s trying to catch a melted drop from a popsicle before it drips and stains his pants. His hands hold your hips down, keep you from moving underneath him, squirming away from the contact. He groans into your slick, like he’s never tasted anything so lovely before.

Your hands find his hair, neck craning to catch a glimpse of his focused glare through his eyelashes. He’s staring at you, watching you fall apart under his tongue, and he’s barely done anything at all.

Quinn eats you out like he always does, like a loyal follower getting a chance to worship his goddess. He stares at you like you’re a masterpiece, painted by the greatest artist in the entire universe, their fame and talent surpassing the boundaries of space and time. You are their creation and Quinn is beyond blessed to have you, to own you.

Because you are his, after all. You’re scrambling beneath him, breathing heavily and whining and cussing and sweating, arching your back and sticking your fingers in his hair, pulling for some reprieve. Quinn will not let up. He cannot bear to part with your pussy, he needs it like air.

And it needs him– clenching down on his tongue and bumping against his appealing nose with each repeated “Come on” and “That’s a win.”

You’re moaning, helpless to the noises that are falling from your lips.

Quinn’s eyes are dry, almost looking like he couldn’t care less about the noises he’s pulling from you, the shaking in your legs that he causes with each swipe of his tongue. He looks disinterested, like this is just another thing on his agenda. You’d believe that he considers this a chore just by the looks of his eyes, if not for the fervor with which he licks you out.

It’s the perfect mixture– the plain and confident and quiet Quinn Hughes shown in his eyes, and the brazen, goofy, loving Quinn Hughes in his actions.

You tip over the edge as if leaping from an airplane, falling freely to the ground. The sensations overtake you like wind whipping at your hair throughout the fall. You sigh, grinding against Quinn’s face slowly, just riding out the waves. You drag your lips over the expanse of his lower face, his mouth and nose nudging you softly, reminding you that they’re there. Quinn presses a few kisses to your entrance, clit, and inner thighs before crawling up your body and hovering over your face. He smiles, leaning down to pepper kisses all along your features, making you giggle and squirm away.

“I didn’t know you liked me so much,” Quinn teases, nibbling your lips. “We’ll have to look into cloning. Then you’ll really have two of me.”

“Such a dork,” you reply, caressing his cheek and capturing his lips. He’s strong and solid above you.

“Let's just drill that thing down at like 320?”

You pull away. “Can you go turn that off?” You whisper. “It’s starting to annoy me now.”

Quinn chuckles. He presses his forehead to yours for a brief moment, just long enough for you two to take a breath together. He shifts to the side and leaves you on the bed, tired of his own voice as well. They’ll have to find a new video for next time.

note: i thought the title was funny! but it's probably just lame boooooooooo

ok loving you guys, make sure you sent me more requests for NOT jack or trevor. i'm bored of those requests. i've got plenty. and trevor is like constantly on my mind. so shush. i will get to him.

#puck-luck's fics #andy writes anything🍄#quinn hughes #quinn hughes smut #quinn hughes x reader #quinn hughes x y/n #quinn hughes fanfiction #qh43 #nhl smut #nhl x reader #nhl fanfiction #nhl fic #hockey smut

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mashtatosworld · 4 months ago

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everything i wanted... with you

the sad one ;(

summary: in which they never made it

warnings: angst city

The wedding was beautiful - soft candlelight, the shimmer of crystal chandeliers, the kind of warmth that only comes from a room filled with love.

It was everything Youngbae and Min Hyo-rin deserved. Everything you once thought you'd have.

And maybe that was why your chest felt so tight.

You hadn’t seen Jiyong in years - not in person, at least. His face was unavoidable, still plastered across billboards, still lingering in the lyrics of songs you couldn’t bring yourself to skip. But standing in the same room again, breathing the same air?

It was different. It was suffocating.

And of course, he found you first.

"Didn’t think you’d come."

His voice was the same - low, smooth, laced with something unreadable.

You turned, meeting his gaze across the garden. The reception was in full swing, laughter and music weaving through the air, but for a moment, it felt like you were the only two people in the world.

"Would’ve been rude to miss it," you said, forcing a smile. "Not all of us are experts at avoiding things."

A ghost of a smirk touched his lips, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. Good. He deserved that.

"How have you been?" he asked, stepping closer.

You took a slow breath, trying to ignore the way his cologne still made your stomach twist. "Good. Happy."

A lie. Or maybe just half of one.

His gaze flickered over you, studying, searching. "I’m glad."

The silence stretched, heavy with everything unsaid. The years apart, the things neither of you ever had the courage to admit.

And then, a quiet laugh. "You cut your hair."

You reached up instinctively, fingers brushing the shorter strands. "Yeah. It was time for a change."

"Looks good."

You swallowed. It shouldn’t matter. His opinion shouldn’t matter.

But fuck it, it did.

Later, after too much wine and too many stolen glances, you found yourself outside beneath the string lights, cold air biting at your skin.

Footsteps. You didn’t have to turn to know who it was.

"You still do that," Jiyong murmured, stopping beside you.

"Do what?"

"Disappear when things get too real."

You let out a dry laugh. "Maybe I learned it from you."

He exhaled, long and slow. "You know I never wanted it to end like that."

"Then maybe you should’ve fought for it," you murmured, voice barely above the wind.

He didn’t have an answer for that.

The silence stretched between you again, thick with memories, with regret. With the undeniable truth that you would always be right where you left off, yet never in the same place.

He ran a hand down his face, exhaling sharply. And that’s when you saw it, caught in the candle light.

The rings stacked on his fingers, sparkling and familiar, except for one - yours.

Your breath caught.

A memory surged forward, pushing its way past all other thoughts.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

Three years ago, Paris:

It had only been eight months.

Not even a full year of whispered conversations between studio sessions, of jetlagged mornings tangled together in expensive hotel sheets, of running from cameras only to get caught up in each other instead.

Everything had been too much back then - too loud, too fast, too risky. And yet, when he looked at you, Jiyong never wavered.

The balcony overlooked the Seine, the city glowing golden beneath the night sky. It was just the two of you, wrapped in the quiet hum of the city, the distant sounds of life moving below as if the world outside this moment didn’t exist.

"Is this your way of asking me to marry you?" you had teased, staring down at the band of diamonds wrapped around your finger.

Jiyong ran his thumb over one of the gems before he forced himself to meet your gaze. "Everything I want... is with you."

It wasn’t some grand, dramatic proposal. It wasn’t a plea. It was a quiet truth. Everything in your lives felt so exposed. But this was a moment just for you.

You had known what it meant - that despite the chaos, the flashing lights, the pressure of it all, he was sure.

And, at the time, so were you.

"Everything I want," you had murmured in agreement, rolling the ring between your fingers.

Jiyong’s lips twitched into a small smile. "So?"

You had kissed him then.

But it certainty didn’t stop the world from spinning too fast. And eventually, the weight of it all crushed you before you even had the chance to wear it properly.

So you left it behind.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

Now, here it was, on his hand.

Your throat tightened. "You kept it." He was wearing it.

His gaze flicked to his ring finger, and then you. "Guess I’m keeping it warm."

Your fingers curled into fists at your sides. "Jiyong- "

"I know," he cut in. "I know it doesn’t change anything. But if it means anything… I never -"

You shook your head, stepping back before he could finish. Because if he said it now, if he really meant it, you weren’t sure you’d be strong enough to leave again.

So you turned, the weight of unfinished love pressing into your ribs.

And this time, you were the first to walk away.

But neither of you could ignore the fact that he still let you go.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

ahh unresolved endings...my bad 🤭

also thank you for all the love! i really appreciate it

(also also, the ring in the picture above is the one referenced)

#gdragon #kpop #kwon jiyong #kwon jiyong x reader #bigbang #gdragon x reader #mashtatosworld

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harryspurpleloofah · 6 months ago

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Elevator

(Picture is from my policeman premiere from hshq.in)

Summary: Harry’s staying at a hotel and he meets a woman who’s there for a gala in the reception. They get stuck in an elevator together and things escalate

Warnings: swearing, fingering, p in v sex, no condom but the reader specifies she’s on birth control, smut

The sound of her friends’ laughter echoed faintly behind her as she stepped into the hotel elevator. The soft click of her heels against the polished floor was the only sound in the otherwise silent space. The party had been a whirlwind—champagne, music, and a lot of noise—and now, the quiet of the hotel felt like a welcome reprieve.

She hit the button for the eleventh floor and leaned back against the mirrored wall, adjusting the strap of her shimmering dress. The elevator doors began to close, but just before they could seal shut, a deep voice called out, “Hold it!”

She quickly presses the open button to let the man in. He was tall, lean but broad-shouldered, his shirt slightly unbuttoned, revealing just a hint of his collarbone. His messy hair fell over green eyes, and there was something effortless about the way he carried himself like he hadn’t been in a hurry at all.

“Thanks,” he said, stepping inside, his voice low and smooth. He flashed her a quick smile, one dimple deepening.

“No problem.” She replied, stepping back a bit from the panel so he could pick which floor he was heading to.

He reached over, letting her inhale his Tom Ford fragrance which she recognised from a colleague who worked with her. He pressed the button for the 7th floor and smiled at her again.

“Long night?” he asked, glancing at her reflection in the mirrored wall.

“You could say that,” she replied, catching his gaze in the reflection. “How about you?”

“Just got here,” he said, leaning casually against the side of the elevator. “Checking in for the weekend.”

“Are you on holiday here or..?”

“No more like a business trip kinda thing. I’m Harry by the way.”

“Y/n.”

Before either of them could say more, the elevator jolted throwing both of them off balance. Harry reached out steadying himself against the wall, while she grabbed the railing. The elevator came to an abrupt halt, the lights flickering once before switching to a dim emergency glow.

“For fucks sake you have to be joking.” She muttered under her breath. The floor indicator was stuck on five and none of the buttons responded to her touch.

Harry straightened, furrowing his brows. “That’s… not supposed to happen, is it?”

“No,” she replied, pressing the emergency button. A tiny voice crackled over the speaker. “Please remain calm. The elevator is experiencing technical difficulties. A technician has been dispatched.”

Harry glanced at her. “Well, that’s reassuring.”

She sighs loudly after ten minutes. “What is this?”.

Harry chuckles, “this is not ideal is it now?”

“Far from.”

“There’s worse people to be stuck in an elevator with aren’t there?”

She smiles slightly, “I have no problem with you. I’m just really tired. And my feet are killing me.”

Harry’s gaze flickered down to her heels and he made an empathetic face, “Jesus those look like they’d hurt in minutes let alone the entire night.”

“Exactly. But they look nice in the moment so it’s kinda worth it.”

They both went quiet for a second when Harry saw her head looking around the elevator, “looking for a way out?” He questioned.

“No I’m looking for a camera.”

“Why what are you planning on doing?” He teases. She chuckles.

“Nothing like what you’re thinking. I just wanted to know if we’d die in here alone or maybe they’d find us.”

“The lady on the button said they’ll be here in a bit don’t worry.”

“She said that twenty minutes ago.”

“So they should be coming any minute now.”

As if on cue the lights flickered and the elevator jolted again. “What the fuck?” She exclaimed. Harry sighed as he shrugged off his blazer.

“It’s getting awfully warm in here.”

“What if we suffocate?” She asks in panic.

Harry looks like he’s considering it for a second before shaking his head, “no elevators aren’t sealed. We won’t suffocate.”

She calms down a bit, “but we might starve.” He points out.

“You’re not helping!”

He raises his hands in surrender while laughing, “sorry sorry. I couldn’t resist. Don’t worry we’re gonna be fine.”

She sighs and sinks down in the corner, holding her knees to her chest. Harry looks over, “sweetheart if it makes you feel better I’d be trying to get us out right now but my engineering skills are non existent.” He says.

She smiles slightly at his attempt of a joke as he sits down next to her. “You ok?” He asks gently.

“I’m fine. I just got a bit panicked sorry.”

“Don’t worry about it love. It’s normal this isn’t a regular situation.”

They wait for another five minutes and nobody’s still there.

“I have to admit,” he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper, “this is starting to feel like one of those scenes in your romance novels.”

Her breath catches, and she couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped. “What makes you think I read romance novels?”

He gestured to the book peeking out of her bag, his smile teasing. “Just a hunch.”

She chuckles, “okay I enjoy one from time to time. They’re not as bad as some people say yknow.”

“Yeah. But there are some real gems..that are honestly painful to read”

She laughs and nods, completely agreeing. She looked back at him. He had the prettiest eyes she’d ever seen. Fuck it he was the prettiest guy she’d ever seen. His curls fell around his face like he was strategically painted to look that way. His lips were a shade of pink that she couldn’t believe was natural. She realised she was staring and looked back.

“I suppose this wasn’t how I was planning on ending my night but I don’t mind entirely,” he smiled, nudging her shoulder slightly.

“Me too. You’re right there are worse people I could be stuck with right now,” she continued.

“Much worse.”

Another ten minutes pass and they’re both just waiting it out now. “If we were to pry the door open..”

“Nah. Wouldn’t work. We’d just end up getting stuck because the elevator might start moving while you’re trying to get out.”

He sighs and jabs his ringed finger into the emergency button again to which they hear the same voice reassuring them it won’t be too long now. He sits back down.

“I like your rings.” She said quietly, what she meant was that she’d take all five fingers if she could. She didn’t know if it was the elevator air or if she was just going a bit crazy but her attraction to him was just growing. And the fact that there was no visible camera in the elevator wasn’t helping things.

As if Harry was thinking the same thing, he pointed out, “we sure there’s no camera?”

“I don’t know but I can’t see one.”

He shifted a bit, looking straight ahead instead of at her now. “You dating anyone?” He casually asked.

“Not at the moment no.”

“Oh.”

“Well there was a guy.”

“And?”

She sighs, “his name is Josh, I dated him for a bit but he was just always looking at other girls and..comparing me so it was bad for me..”

“God what a loser.”

“Yeah…” She laughs. “Completely unrelated but he wasn’t very good at sex,”

“Well…you could still have a good personality.”

“Yeah but he didn’t so he was lacking in everything.”

After a bit more gossiping about some of the ickiest men on earth who had somehow just all managed to squeeze into her love life, Harry laughed.

“Ok you’ve told me the worst, have you ever actually had good sex?”

“Honestly? I haven’t. All my time alone has been better than any time with someone else. It’s like men who are good at sex barely even exist anymore.”

The elevator jolts again. Harry sighs, “you ok?”

“I’m good don’t worry.”

Harry starts looking at her again. She’s so pretty and the bad experiences with sex are just turning him on even more. Just making him feel like he could give her so much more than anything she’s ever had. He tries to distract himself as much as he can but it’s just not working. His trousers start becoming tighter and tighter. It’s getting noticeable.

She’d be lying if she said she wasn’t drenched in her own thong as well. She was equally as turned on as him if not more, it just wasn’t as visible. She looked in the mirror and realised her lip gloss had come off again. She sighed and reached into her purse to get the tube.

As she put it on she could feel his warm green eyes on her. It made her want to absolutely melt but now she was trying to get a reaction out of him. Did she want it? A hookup? In an elevator, with the risk of being caught in the middle of it by a maintenance team? Fuck yes.

But she needed to make sure Harry was in too. As she spread the liquid over her lips her gaze flicked over to try to gauge his reaction. He was looking at her with interest, his blazer resting around his crotch area. Was he trying to hide an erection?

He wasn’t giving her any distinct signs and he seemed really nice, she didn’t want to ruin what she’d already made with him by being weird and asking him, a total stranger for a hookup in an elevator that was stuck on the fifth floor.

She froze when his ringed fingers brushed his arm, not closely enough to be sexual but not far enough to be platonic. “You’re gorgeous. You know that?” His voice gently says.

“Thanks..”

“Do you want this?” He asked

“I-I think I do yes.”

“I don’t want I think love, I want I know. Are you sure?”

“Yes. I’m sure.”

He licks over his lips before moving over her to capture her newly coated lips in a kiss. It was soft, both their lips slowly falling in love with each other. His tongue came in later, nudging a gap in her mouth to enter and when it did it was like it would never leave, exploring her mouth with so much confidence like he owned it already she just didn’t know.

He lifted her up and pinned her against the mirror before turning her around, making her face herself, “look at how pretty you look for me baby. I’ve had to sit here and just watch you and not do anything about it for the last hour.”

He kisses her neck gently, savoring each bit of her skin like he has to ration it, sucking gently on bits then soothing them with his tongue just as quickly before she’s in any real pain. He starts sliding off his rings, throwing them on the floor to land on top of his discarded blazer, “don’t want these to hurt you pet.”

He unzips her dress and helps her get it off. He takes her thong, sliding it down her legs and checks if she’s wet enough, which she is, soaking. “You don’t need lube baby yeah?”

“Yeah-yeah I’m fine,” she replies breathlessly.

He inserts a finger, she lets out a moan. He adds another and begins to thrust them both in and out stretching her out for himself, “I’m quite big baby will you be able to take me?”

“Y-yeah.”

“Sure?”

“Sure.”

“Of course you will. Good girl.”

She moans again, gripping onto the hand railing with on hand and Harry’s arm with the other to balance herself because her legs are a lost cause now, completely turned to jelly. He unclips her hair and lets it fall down, “beautiful,” he mutters, putting it to once side and going back down on her neck as his fingers worked her.

“That’s it baby come on my fingers f’me.”

She doesn’t need to be told twice, letting go instantly with a sigh of relief as she feels like climax taking over her body. “Now tell me what you need honey?” He urges.

“You-your cock please.”

“Again?”

“Your cock Harry.”

“I’ll see what I can do. Hold still for me ok?”

She obliges and looks up at herself in the mirror while she waits, all her efforts to get dolled up tonight down the drain, her mascara is messy, her gloss smeared, her hair not in the updo anymore, one of her earrings missing, she looked completely ruined.

He teases her with just the tip, “love I’m asking you again,” his tone is gentle, like it was before when he was talking to her normally “are you sure?”

“Yes.”

“Are you on birth control? I don’t have a condom.”

“Yes! Harry fuck please yes.”

He can’t do it anymore either, he pushes in completely earning a deep moan from her, she feels like she’s being split in half on his cock and he’s gently raising her chin everytime it falls for her to get eyefuls of the pleasure on her face as he pounded into her from behind.

“Oh god baby you’re so tight..”

She groans, her hand going back to pull him closer by the neck to which he obeys, finding her lips in a loving reassuring kiss, praising her for being able to take his cock so well.

His thrusting becomes faster but less deep as he also chases his high, he waits for her though, making sure she’s completely satisfied before worrying about himself.

“I’m so close Harry,” she reassured him, egging him on to go a bit deeper to carry her there. She comes hard with a plethora of guttural moans that push him over the edge too, shooting a hot load in her. She feels so..full. Even after he pulls out she’s just in that mania of orgasm.

He smiles at her while still breathing heavily, zipping himself back up, still supporting her around the waist making sure she won’t fall. He crouches over to get a pack of tissues from her bag which he uses to clean her up and then another to clear her gloss and mascara. Most of her makeup came off but he doesn’t mind. She’s just as gorgeous if not more.

He scans the elevator floor for her missing earring and wipes it down before giving it to her and watching as she slips it in the hole in her earlobe. Then he helps her put her dress back on and gives her some time to catch her breath.

When she’s conscious enough to know what’s happening, he’s crouched over her bag, writing something on her notepad, the maintenance team standing by the open door gesturing them to come out.

She gets outside and the warm light of the lobby hits her, a stark contrast to the cold one in the elevator. She’s about to look around for Harry but he’s standing right next to her. “Do you wanna come back to my hotel?” He gently asks.

She smiles, “thanks but my house isn’t far, I’d love to keep in touch though.”

He grins and hands her the slip of paper, with his number on it. “Whenever you want Angel. Just give me a ring.”

He leans in a bit closer, “honestly disappointed I didn’t even properly take off my shirt for you love. We’ll do that all next time kay?”

He winks at her and starts walking back up to the stairs, deliberately avoiding the elevator this time. What a man. She looked down at the number. She knew this was gonna be on speed dial from now on.

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zerobaselove · 11 months ago

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zb1 reaction to you getting dressed up ♡

pairing: zb1 x reader

genre: fluff mostly?

warnings: some swearing in gunwook's, kind of suggestive in matthew's, some mentions of feminine styled clothing throughout some scenarios lowercase intended, not proofread

notes: i got so fucking carried away with hao's im SORRY... i also wrote half of these like weeks ago so you can definitely tell there is a difference between some of them but its FINE im sorry for being so ia work is kicking my ass </3

jiwoong ;

"are you ready?" jiwoong's light squeeze of your hand pulled you from your thoughts and back to the surreal reality you were living. it was your first time joining your boyfriend, jiwoong, on the red carpet for a film premiere, and to say you were anxious was an understatement. what if you looked bad? what if you said something stupid or what if the paparazzi thought you were a waste of their time, and footage. what if you embarrassed yourself, or worse, jiwoong.

as if the man could sense your nerves, he grabbed your chin gently to make you face him. "you're gonna do great, i promise." he planted a kiss on your temple, "and you look gorgeous, in case you needed the reminder."

it was all a bit of a blur; getting out of the car and immediately being bombarded with camera flashes and calls of your names. they wanted to see your face, and yet you could barely take your eyes off the floor, too worried that you would stumble. the only thing keeping you sane was jiwoong's arm around your waist, guiding you down the cherry red carpet lined with smiling faces. they were all smiling at you two.

once you had made it to the photo zone you had started to feel a bit better. the compliments thrown your way had helped ease the remaining worries, along with jiwoong's words as he leaned down to whisper in your ear. "look, they love you," he shifted his weight, posing slightly for the camera before leaning down briefly again, " i love you."

in another blur of flashes, you had ended up at the door of the building, the end of the red carpet. jiwoong removed himself from your side for the first time that night, rushing ahead to get the door for you.

"jiwoong," you giggled, "i could've gotten the door on my own." he simply shook his head, ushering you in before returning his arm to your waist, "looking like that? it's the least i could do," he took another glance at the designer dress hugging your skin in a way he was sure inspired some of the greatest renaissance paintings, "i should be kissing the ground you walk on."

you let out a chuckle at the dramatic antics of your boyfriend, "just kiss me instead." and so he did.

zhang hao ;

to say you were bored would be an understatement right now. you were happy for your sister getting married, there was no question of that, but being the little sibling meant you didn't really have anyone to hang out with at the wedding, with the guestlist being 50% family you either didn't recognize, or didn't feel like spending the night with, and the other 50% being friends of your sister and her partner's own friends.

so here you stood, hugging the wall near the band, at least letting the music drown out some of the boredom and gossiping family. it was loud enough that you didn't hear when a person approached you, lightly tapping you on the shoulder. as you turned to face the stranger, you realized it wasn't a stranger at all. it was zhang hao.

he had always been a close family friend; the kind that you spent hours with in the pool as kids, the one that you were seatmates with in the 3rd grade. the one who went to a different highschool, and the one who eventually you only heard of through his accomplishments and conversations ending with "you could learn a thing or two from him." you missed him.

"hao!" you smiled at the familiar face, "what're you doing here?" you couldn't hide the confusion.

"well your sister invited my family, but she also hired me to play the violin for her reception!" he smiled sheepishly, hating the way it felt like bragging in front of his, unknown to you, childhood crush. to say he was struggling to keep it together right now was an understatement, but thankfully you seemed oblivious to his wandering eyes and stuttering words as you continued chatting.

as the night led on the dance floor had turned into drunk adults and their sober kids running around, chased by the designated babysitter of the night. "do you wanna get out of here?" hao offered, glancing around the room. you couldn't help the excitement at the offer, having been waiting for an out for a while now. "let's go."

the two of you had said your goodbyes, excusing yourselves for the night, some excuses of tiredness or early classes the next day; they didn't have to know it wasn't true.

and that's how the two of you ended up at a bingsu place, getting strange glances from other customers at your rather formal attire. but as the two of you laughed over your strawberry dessert, you couldn't care less what others thought of you, to you it was just the two of you in the room. and it seemed he felt the same way, because as you were leaving, he slipped his own hand into yours without saying a word.

the two of you walked in a comfortable silence for a moment, "has anyone told you how gorgeous you look tonight y/n?" he looked at you for a moment before stopping, still holding your hand as he waited for you to meet his eyes. "is this you telling me you think i look nice?" you giggled, trying to push your beating heart down, to no avail.

"it is," he smiled, leaning in slowly, "can i?" his eyes glanced between your eyes and your strawberry stained lips. realizing what he was asking, you didn't even nod before leaning in the rest of the way, placing a kiss on his lips. "is that a good enough answer?" you smiled, dragging him along the sidewalk as his cheeks flushed impossibly darker. maybe tonight wasn't so boring after all.

hanbin ;

"does this look alright?" you asked as you rounded the corner of the hallway, gesturing to your outfit that you had picked out for this last minute date.

"alright?" hanbin started, taking a moment to close his hanging jaw at the soft fabric that hugged your frame in all the right places. "you look perfect, my love." he couldn't stop himself from wrapping his arms around your waist, pressing a kiss to your lips, not even worrying about the gloss that would end up on his own.

despite the voice in your head telling you to ditch the date and just stay in with your lips attached to his, you pulled away, looking up at the boy with a small smile. "let's get going, handsome." you giggled as you headed to the front door, strapping on a pair of heels.

"i'll be just a second," he smiled, "you can take the keys and start the car." you hummed in approval as you grabbed the pair of car keys off the hook on the wall, the small hamster keychain making a faint clinking noise against the metal of the keys.

it wasn't long before hanbin had joined you in the car and your date had begun. hanbin couldn't seem to go more than a few minutes without letting his gaze wander over your frame or sending compliments your way. even now that you were sat on the hood of the car looking over the sunset, he couldn't help but observe you in all your beauty. "are you cold?" he asked softly, noticing your body shivering when the breeze picked up. you attempted to shake your head in assurance that you were alright, but before you could, the boy had disappeared.

moments later he reappears from behind the car, your favourite jean jacket and sneakers in his hand. "no need to be uncomfy this late into the night!" he beamed, draping the jacket over your shoulders as he knelt down to help you change out of the dressy shoes you had been walking around in all night.

"where did you pull these out of?" you smiled at the boy in front of you, tying your shoes as he hummed a tune. "i packed them before we left, what did you think i was doing when i told you to get in the car?" he giggled, standing up in front of you, settling into the space between your legs. "sung hanbin," you breathed out, grabbing the collar of his shirt lightly and planting a kiss on his lips, "i love you."

matthew ;

“c’mon slowpoke,” your boyfriend teased, swinging around the corner into your shared bedroom as you were putting on the finishing touches of jewellery. you chuckled as you muttered a small rebuttal, the teasing remark seemingly falling on deaf ears as he made his way towards you. his hands snaked around your waist as he pulled you flush to his figure, only briefly making eye contact through the mirror before burying his head in the crook of your neck. “matt,” you sighed, trying to keep your composure as you could feel his breath ghost over the tops of your collarbones, “don’t start something you can’t finish.” you warned lightly, sensing the smirk on his lips as he breathed out a response. “you know finishing is never a problem,” the sound on your skin nearly sent shivers down your spine. your hand came up to run through his hair, lightly tugging on the strands between your fingers, “this is your reunion you know? wouldn’t wanna show up late.” you tried to convince him, and yourself, that the event was worth giving up the path this could lead down. he only hummed in discontent, reluctantly pulling away, his hands still wrapped around the small of your waist. “how am i supposed to let everyone else see you all dressed up like this.” he whined, linking your hands, still in front of the mirror, unable to pull his eyes off you, in all your beauty. “my perfect baby.” you couldn’t help but shake your head, which only caused the boy to spin you around to face him. “y/n, i mean it when i say this,” he pressed his lips to yours, “you are the most beautiful person i’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing,” another kiss connected the two of you, “and i am so god damn lucky to call you mine.” his smile was wide, this time pressing a kiss to your temple, “now let’s get going, don’t wanna be late.”

taerae ;

“you must be taerae!” you smiled, watching as the man you had been messaging for the last week walked towards you, seemingly more handsome than in the pictures on his dating profile. “and you must be y/n!” his smile mirrored yours, a deep dimple appearing on his face; the cherry on top of his already perfect looks. his hair was parted just off centre, his brown hair in combination with the tan plaid jacket he wore made him seem so welcoming and rather soft; like a teddy bear. he took in your outfit, a sleek and well fitting outfit, as if made just for you. a stark contrast from the outfits you typically wore, the ones in the pictures he had seen. it wasn’t a bad difference, but now he wasn’t sure how to even form coherent thoughts and sentences, let alone attempt to impress you on this first date. “would you like to head in?” he managed to stutter out, his nervousness becoming more apparent. “i’d love to,” you giggled as he opened the door, gesturing you in like you were royalty. “why thank you kind sir.” the two of you were a giggling mess as you walked into the restaurant. the two of you were escorted to your seat soon after, making small talk as you glanced over the menus in front of you. the conversation between the two of you flowed seamlessly, floating from topic to topic, only stopping to order. as the night went on, the two of you kept finding yourself erupting in laughter and beaming smiles as you found more and more in common; even your humour was well suited for each other. you almost forgot how nervous you were for the date, feeling more comfortable around him by the second. he couldn’t help but feel the same, despite the lingering stutter if he looked at the colour of your lipstick too long, or the way your eyes seemed to glimmer in the light shining on your table. in what felt like a blink of an eye, dinner was over and taerae was insisting that he would get the bill, despite your protests. “okay fine,” you lowered your head in defeat, “but that means i’m getting the next one!” you grinned, watching as the boys ace flushed a deep pink almost immediately. “next?” he stuttered out, trying to hide his joy at the prospect of another date. “unless you don’t want to go out again,” you teased. “no no!” he quickly objected, “i’d love to go out again.” you hummed with a smile, boldly reaching out to grab his hand as you exited the restaurant. “good! because i’d be quite disappointed if i never got to see you again.”

ricky ;

"ricky i can't wear this out, i'm going to ruin it!" you exclaimed from behind the bedroom door, loud enough for your boyfriend to hear you from where he sat in the living room. you had let ricky pick out your outfit for your date today, and he in typical ricky fashion, picked something that you were sure was worth more than the apartment you stood in, and it was white.

you could hear his laugh through the wall along with what you assumed was a shake of his head, "you'll be fine y/n, we are just going to the museum, i don't think anything will get you there." as if sensing your argument, he continued, "and if you do ruin it, we will get you a new one, okay? now show me my masterpiece!"

you couldn't help but shake your head at the response, what a ricky thing to say, you thought to yourself. but alas, you ran a brush through your hair one more time, spraying your favourite perfume and straightening out the clothes before opening the door.

it wasn't often you had seen your boyfriend stunned. as soon as his eyes found you, his phone was long forgotten on a couch cushion as he got up and slowly walked towards you, jaw agape.

"you look amazing," his voice trailed off, taking in every feature individually, causing your face to flush, "you always say that ricky," you argued. but he was having none of that, "well it's not my fault you can pull off everything." his hands traced the neckline of the shirt, moving to your necklace and then the outline of your collarbones.

it was almost quiet, with the exception of the heartbeat pounding in your ears as he studied every feature, as if to memorize every detail to recall later. it felt like you were burning under his gaze as you stood there, close enough to see his chest rising and falling.

"almost just wanna keep you here all to myself," he mumbled, "but i need everyone to see how pretty my partner is," he turned himself back to the couch to grab his phone before motioning you over to the full length mirror in the hallway. his hand snaked around your waist, pulling you in front of him so he could take a picture of you two in the mirror.

it wasn't until later that you saw why he took it. the picture welcomed you when you clicked his instagram story, a romantic love song playing over the image along with the caption that made your heart skip a beat. "the absolute prettiest, and all mine."

gyuvin ;

“gyu, where are you?” you called into the quiet apartment as you let yourself in with the spare key he had given you. “coming!” he called out from down the hall, you could hear his feet shuffle along the floor, the boy soon appearing before you with a wide grin. “what brings you here, my love?” he asked, his gaze wandering down your figure, taking in your semi-formal attire, his jaw going slack. “take a picture love, it’ll last longer.” you winked, a smug smile plastering your face. before you could even continue to explain your plans for the day he had pulled you in by the waist, “don’t tell me you’re leaving after showing up looking like this,” he mumbled into the crook of your neck. “i was just stopping to drop off some snacks for you,” you giggled at the ticklish feeling of his breath on your neck, “was passing by on my way to my cousin’s graduation and thought i’d say hello.” his face finally pulled away from your neck, facing you with a smile and flushed cheeks, “well, hello,” he beamed, “now ditch the graduation, i miss you.” you chuckled, wrapping your hands around his neck, placing a kiss on his lips, “i have to go gyu, but i can come over after dinner, movie night?” he only whined, sadly nodding his head at the idea. “how am i supposed to sit here waiting until tonight knowing you look this pretty out there without me?” your hands started playing with the hair on the back of his neck, leaving his lips to part slightly at the feeling. “fine,” he whined, dragging out the vowels like they could stretch the time with you just a bit further, “but you better come back to see me after.” he pouted, reaching down to play with your fingers. “i pinky promise,” you smiled, “now i have to go or i’m going to be late,” you planted a kiss on his cheek, “and gyu?” you asked, halfway out the door. “yes my love?” “leave some snacks for me!”

gunwook ;

"please pick up, please pick up." you mumbled between your shallow breaths, your shaking fingers pressing the call button next to gunwook's name. the phone only rung once before your best friends voice came through the speaker, "what's up? aren't you supposed to be on a date?" he asked, his voice laced with concern. "he stood me up," you sniffled, trying to put on a brave face, or voice, for the boy on the phone.

"oh i'll kill him," he muttered, "where are you?" he asked, you could hear him pulling his shoes and coat on over the phone. "i'm at that restaurant down by our boba spot, i'm walking home and just," your voice trailed off, why did you call him? "just wanted to hear your voice i guess." you concluded, so caught up in your thoughts that you didn't hear the door slam on gunwook's end.

the boy stayed on the phone with you, letting you rant as he stayed strangely quiet on the other end, but you didn't think much of it. that was until you saw a rather tall man running towards you, slowing down right in front of you. "hi" the simple phrase echoed between the phones and you nearly burst into tears at the sight of your best friend. you threw your arms around him and let the floodgates open.

his hands found their way around you, one rubbing your back gently as the other ran though your hair. "let it out, you're okay now." he kept repeating reassuring phrases as you babbled about how humiliated you felt. he just stood there comforting you, letting you have your moment in the middle of the sidewalk, illuminated by the streetlights lining the road.

"he's an idiot, y/n" he said calmly. you tried to argue, insisting that maybe you were the problem, maybe you weren't good enough, but that broke gunwook, and he wasn't about to let you say those lies about yourself.

"y/n, look at me," he pulled away, tilting your chin upwards to meet his eyes, "you are way too good for him, or for any man who would ever even consider hurting you or standing you up," he rambled on, "especially when you look like that." he gestured to you.

"look like what?" you questioned, just out of curiosity.

he shook his head, a blush creeping to his face, "like the person of my dreams, the most gorgeous and kind person to have walked the earth." you stood in shock for a moment, taking in the confession that you had been waiting years to hear, the confession that you thought would never come, and the reason you let yourself go on these dates with these shitty men.

"i like you." you blurted out, not even caring that this moment was accompanied by tear stains and running mascara. the boy smiled wide, "i like you too," he reached down to grab your hand, "so," he trailed off, "movie night at my place?"

"i would love nothing more."

yujin ;

"you really don't have to come y/n." your best friend yujin insisted, but you shook your head fervently, "and miss my best friend's graduation? funny joke yujin." you said sarcastically, "you got to come to mine so i get to go to yours, end of story."

and that you did. yujin's parents offered to let you join them, insisting you were like the daughter they never had. plus you loved chatting with his parents and little brother. "you look absolutely lovely today," yujin's mom said as you walked towards their car, a sheepish thank you leaving your mouth in response.

you got there just in time for the ceremony to start. soon enough yujin was being called up to the stage to receive his diploma. you and yujin's brother were doing the most, cheering and clapping to an almost obnoxious level while his parents held in a laugh as they took pictures of their oldest.

once the ceremony was over, yujin had found his way to you guys, greeting you with a light slap of the arm and a shy scolding for embarrassing him, causing all of you to erupt into laughter.

you all chatted together for a moment before you and yujin led into your own conversation. "who knew you had legs under those baggy jeans you always wear?" he laughed, now it was your turn to smack his arm lightly, "i dress up one time and this is what i get." you joked, shaking your head.

"you do look nice though," he continued, a genuine smile spreading across his face, and you smiled back. "you don't look to bad yourself, mr. high school graduate."

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teasemates · 9 months ago

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AMA event stream [end] 🎥❌

Billy: As the stream wound down, Billy stretched his arms behind his head, feeling the familiar stiffness from sitting still for too long. The AMA had been far more exciting and fun than Billy had anticipated.

It was their first stream, and Billy hadn’t been sure how it would feel. He’d been nervous, the setup feeling strangely intimate—just him and Steve, alone, talking about personal stuff in front of an unseen audience. But then, halfway through, it hit him: it didn’t feel all that intimate after all. It was more like being in a crowd, and he was good at handling crowds. That realization gave him a shot of confidence.

Once he shook off the initial awkwardness, Billy started getting into it, like he would at a party when the vibe was right. He became louder, more outrageous, feeding off the energy of the chat. The more positive the reception, the more he played it up. On the surface, it was all crass jokes and cocky grins, but underneath, he was being 100% honest. The humor was his safety net—if something didn’t land, he could always shrug it off with a quick, "I’m just joking."

Doing a stream with a live chat felt a lot like performing for a crowd, and Billy thrived in that space. The energy, the back-and-forth banter—it was something he could easily play into, something that made him feel in control.

His eyes flicked to the chat, only half-listening as Steve answered a more technical question about their channel. One question in the chat caught his eye.

Who’s the better kisser?

Steve: After Steve had given his answer to the latest question, he glanced at Billy to see if he had something to say. He saw Billy looking at the chat and he glanced there too, realizing very quickly what Billy had to be looking at. Who's the better kisser?

Steve hadn't really known what to expect from the stream, but even if it was them two sitting on the couch by themselves and seemingly just talking to the camera, the interactions from the chat had made him feel that they were talking to a bigger crowd. And to Steve's surprise, it had been fun and far easier than he'd expected.

Originally they had agreed not to do requests from the chat, but this one though...He'd learned a lot of new things about Billy over the last two hours—and about the possibilities he hadn't expected, only hoped, actually being there.

And the mood was right, too. The air was charged between them. It showed in the way Billy constantly kept shuffling on his seat, he himself having his fingers brushing through his hair all the time, the way they both kept glancing each other when they thought the other one wouldn't notice, how they both kept blushing at the more intimate questions.

What would be a better ending to the stream than filling this request. And while at it maybe finding out if there really was something between them. If not, then he would've at least kissed Billy once, known how it felt.

Steve bit his lip for a moment before deciding to just go for it. “Um… There's that one,” he said, pointing to the question on the screen. “What do you think? Should we end with that?” he asked nonchalantly. A stupid grin he couldn't hold back spread across his face as he shuffled on his seat. “End this with a bang?”

Billy: They were sitting together on the worn-out couch in their small living room, the soft glow of the stream lights casting shadows on the walls.

Billy’s heart kicked into overdrive at Steve's words. The idea of kissing Steve wasn’t unfamiliar—it had slipped into his thoughts more times than he’d care to admit. But now, with the question hanging in the air and a live audience watching, it felt real, too real. His whole body buzzed with a mix of excitement and nerves.

There was no way he was backing down. Not now. Not in front of Steve, and definitely not with the subscribers egging them on. Billy flashed a confident grin, the one he always used to mask whatever was going on beneath the surface. He wasn’t about to let Steve see him sweat.

“Yeah, sure,” Billy said, his voice steady, though the adrenaline was pounding in his veins.

The chat exploded in the background, a chaotic blur of messages flying up the screen as soon as the words left Billy’s mouth. The energy in the room shifted instantly, the quiet tension between them now charged with something electric. The flood of reactions—excited, shocked, teasing—was impossible to keep up with, but Billy barely noticed. His focus was entirely on Steve.

Billy leaned forward slightly, grinning, though his pulse was racing. The comments in the chat were firing off in real time, but for Billy, everything had narrowed down to this one moment—him, Steve, and the thick, buzzing tension between them.

"Ready when you are, Harrington," Billy said, his voice low, carrying the edge of a dare.

Steve: Billy's confidence made Steve suddenly very conscious of the lack of any confidence of his own. But he had said yes, loud and clear, to a live audience, so there was no backing down now.

“Alright then,” Steve said and turned to face Billy, placing his arm behind Billy on top of the couch for better access.

He realized how close they were actually sitting. Billy was right there, just a lean away. So many times they'd sat on this couch, thighs brushing against each other just like now—but now he was acutely aware of it like never before.

He looked at Billy in the eyes, managing to keep his breath from hitching just barely as he was met Billy's unwavering gaze. If he had ever looked at Billy's face from this close, he had never paid any attention to details. Because now he couldn't not see how long Billy's lashes were, or how many freckles he had, or how deep his cupid's bow on his upper lip was. Those lips were made for kissing—and he got to kiss them.

The weight and the vulnerability of the moment surprised him. A moment ago they'd been chatting away with a lot of people, and now it all blended into the background. Because all he could see was Billy. Suddenly he felt like he was about to kiss for the first time. And it was true, he'd never kissed Billy before—it was new.

He smiled softly, leaning in, and landed his lips gently on Billy's.

Billy: Billy could feel the energy shift the moment Steve turned to face him. They had done so much in front of their audience before, but this felt different—charged. The live chat was still buzzing, comments rolling in faster than he could keep up with, but everything seemed to fade into the background as Steve’s arm rested behind him. The proximity between them was suddenly electric.

For a moment, Billy almost faltered. This was supposed to be casual—a challenge, even, for their audience. But as he met Steve's eyes, he realized there was nothing casual about it. Steve’s expression had shifted too, the usual playfulness in his eyes replaced with something more intense, more real. Billy shifted slightly, trying to steady himself, trying to suppress the nervous flutter in his stomach. He swallowed hard, his pulse quickening, as Steve's eyes traveled over his face.

Billy’s breath hitched slightly as Steve leaned in, bringing their faces even closer. Now that he was this near, Billy couldn't help but notice the faint scatter of moles across his cheek, the shadow of stubble along his jawline, the exact shade of his eyes, a hazel that seemed deeper in the low light. Billy had never been this close to notice any of it before, not like this.

His heart raced as Steve closed the gap, and then their lips met.

Billy had imagined kissing Steve for years, but no amount of daydreaming had prepared him for how it actually felt. The moment their lips touched, it was like a spark had ignited something deep inside him, something he hadn’t even realized was there. He had thought this kiss would satisfy the quiet yearning he’d carried for so long, but instead, it only made his hunger grow. The softness of Steve’s lips, the closeness of their bodies, the warmth of his skin—there was an insatiable need that surprised him, making him press even closer. His eyes fluttering shut as he let himself fully sink into the kiss.

The nervous energy he’d been carrying melted away, replaced by something softer, more real. His hand lifted, almost without thinking, and he gently brushed Steve’s hair back behind his ear, his fingers grazing the warm skin just beneath. The simple touch felt intimate, grounding him as their lips moved together. There was something unspoken in that gesture—the world around them seemed to fall away—the chat, the stream, the audience. It was just them.

Steve: Steve moaned quietly and closed his eyes as Billy responded to the kiss. He had expected the kiss to be short and superficial, something you would do to fill a dare and then move on with it. But the dare was to see who was the best kisser, so it was fitting.

However… Billy leaning closer and melting into the kiss—this wasn't just doing a dare and trying to best the other. No, this was something different.

Blood rushed in his ears and a chill ran through his spine, making him tingle everywhere, as he realized that maybe he wasn't the only one who was harboring feelings. He was not surprised the least by how much he wanted that to be true.

Then, Billy's fingers were in his hair, brushing over his ear, and made his breathing hitch at the sudden sensation. Instead of breaking the kiss, he moved his both hands into Billy's hair, holding him gently in the kiss and deepening it. He savored how Billy tasted and lingered in the scent of his cologne, getting so deeply immersed into the fact that he was actually and finally attached to Billy's lips that he totally forgot that they were watched by a live audience.

Until he, inevitably, did remember it.

He took a quick breath as he broke the kiss by pulling back just a notch. He smiled softly, feeling his cheeks and the tips of his ears burning. He wanted to do this again. Preferably as soon as the stream ended.

“So, how was that?” he asked with a smug smile that tugged the corner of his mouth.

Billy: Billy's heart raced as Steve’s hands moved into his hair, gently pulling him closer. He hadn’t expected this kiss to feel so intense, so consuming. What had started as just a playful challenge now felt like something deeper, something real. Steve wasn’t just playing along anymore, and neither was he.

Billy could feel the soft tug of Steve’s fingers, the warmth of his breath against his skin, and the way their bodies seemed to fit together effortlessly. It was everything he had imagined and more—but instead of satisfying the years of unspoken desire he’d kept hidden, it only fueled it. The kiss deepened, and Billy leaned into it fully, pouring everything into the moment. His fingers stayed tangled in Steve’s hair as if letting go would break the spell they’d fallen under.

When Steve pulled back slightly, Billy could barely catch his breath, his lips still tingling. The world around them, the stream, the audience—all of it seemed distant and muted compared to the intensity of the kiss.

Steve’s voice broke through the fog, but Billy was still too caught up in the moment to register it fully.

“I-uh...a...what?” he stammered, his voice soft and dazed.

As their eyes met, Billy let out a quiet, breathless laugh, the haze of the moment finally starting to lift. He was still flushed, his heart racing, but the tension between them had shifted into something lighter, playful even. Without thinking, he slapped Steve’s knee lightly, still chuckling as the warmth of the kiss lingered between them.

"Alright," Billy admitted with a grin, his voice low and teasing. "Maybe you win."

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zablife · 10 months ago

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Johnny Davis x female reader

Johnny Davis Masterlist

Summary: When you joined Danny on his trip to Chicago to photograph the Vandals, you expected excitement and a bit of danger as part of the gig. You hadn't planned on falling in love with club president, Johnny Davis.

A/N: I combined requests from @saraliss who wanted a story about meeting Johnny and taking a ride with him and @greenparadiseperry who asked for reader with a secret crush on Johnny.

Warnings: age gap, language, brief mention of assault, angst

"How...how long I been what?" Corky asked over a sharp screeching noise.

"Sorry this shitty microphone. Let me adjust..." Danny mumbled. He tinkered with the settings on the tape recorder, oblivious to Corky's wandering gaze which quickly fell on you.

Perched in a chair opposite the two men, you steadied your camera on one knee as you waited for the right moment to capture a candid shot. One eye poised above the body of the camera, you returned Corky's curious stare, suddenly aware your subject was studying you.

He gave you a flirtatious grin and you took the opportunity to click the shutter, the sudden flash making him blink sharply. As he took a moment to rub his eyes, Zipco wandered toward the table with suspicion in his glaring eyes.

“What's she doin' here?" he ventured, jaw jutting out in obvious disapproval.

“Yeah, she gonna ask us a bunch of questions too?” Cockroach asked, though he seemed more receptive to the idea of a beautiful girl hanging around.

Danny shook his head as offered the Vandals the same reassurance he'd given Johnny when he asked permission to photograph the club. “She’s working on the book with me," he explained, packing up his gear for the day.

You followed his lead, reaching for your bag and nearly dropping it as he added, "Best damn photographer I know." The wave of self consciousness that hit you upon hearing his praise had you turning from the group instantly, a nervous pit in your stomach from the attention.

“Makin’ that pretty girl blush,” Johnny observed from his seat in a darkened corner, a smirk playing on his lips.

Your eyes jumped to his, holding his gaze for a moment before Danny cleared his throat and resumed his proposal about following the club on their next run to Columbus.

However, Johnny was looking past him, thumb and forefinger passing over his bottom lip as his thoughts began to distract from Danny's words.

"You ride, darlin'?" Johnny asked suddenly.

"No," you admitted with a small shake of your head.

"Then how's she gonna come along?" he asked, turning back to Danny in confusion.

"I have a car," you explained.

"Won't see nothin' that way," Johnny mused with a small shake of his head. "No, I think somebody ought to teach you before we head out."

"You?" you blurted, cheeks feeling unusually warm as a nervous giggle passed your lips. It was a regrettable habit that had you covering your mouth the moment you'd spoken. However, Johnny seemed to find the suggestion irresistible.

"If you insist," he grinned proudly, kicking his chair out from under him.

"N-now?" you asked, eyes flicking back and forth between Johnny and the door.

"No better time to learn," he shrugged, tugging his jacket from the back of the chair.

And that's how you found yourself zipping along the highway, fingers laced tightly together over Johnny's abdomen, praying his thick leather jacket would absorb the impact of your heart hammering at his back.

That became the least of your worries as he dipped the bike around a sharp turn, causing you to gasp in his ear. The high pitched sound registered in his ear suggestively as your hands fisted into the soft cotton of his shirt and you felt the unmistakable clench of his stomach in response.

You had to admit that the heat radiating from his core only added to your lightheadedness, a surge of relief washing over you when he called over his shoulder, "We'll pull off here."

He'd taken the hint just in time, guiding the bike off the road and into a small park as you regained your breath. Though exhilarating, the ride had been more exhausting than you realized from the frightful way you'd been clenching your muscles along the drive.

You hadn't realized how tightly you'd been pressed into the bike, thighs slightly sore as you swung a leg down to the ground with Johnny's help. He gave you a wink and a knowing smile as he watched you gingerly pace toward an old oak.

"Wasn't that bad was it?" he asked jokingly, a hint of concern lingering at the edges in case he'd scared you worse than he thought.

"No, I-I liked it," you rushed to tell him, gaze lingering at his dusty gray irises. It shocked you how comfortable you felt around him so quickly, despite the reputation of the Vandals you'd built in your head. You certainly never expected them to be so friendly and welcoming. If you were the one conducting the interviews, you might ask him why, but you decided not to spoil the moment, content to merely observe your subject.

Taking up a seat next to you, Johnny pressed his back against the rough bark and dug into his pocket for his cigarettes. The sharp metallic click of his lighter was the only sound between you, save for the occasional passing car whooshing past, and you both took a moment to savor the breeze rustling the branches above.

Head tilted back, watching the speckled shadows crossing his vision, Johnny exhaled slow, even breaths. The lingering smoke swirled around him, closing him off to you momentarily and shrouding his whole personality in mystery once more.

"I'm going to get my camera," you finally announced, trotting off toward the bike.

"You take any of me, my ugly mug's gonna break it," he chuckled in playful warning, knowing full well you intended on capturing a few portraits. He couldn't say he minded being the sole focus of your attention though. It had been a long time since he'd had anyone look at him like that and mostly resigned himself to the fact that he was getting too old for such things. Hell, ever since Benny came around, he'd taken a permanent table at the back of the bar, knowing all the girls were there to dance and play pool with the blue eyed kid half his age.

Turning his head to watch you, Johnny squinted into the sun to drink you in properly. He hadn't been able to do that on the drive and now he was noticing just how young you were. He uncrossed his legs and leaned forward, concentrating on the way your ass wiggled in your jeans, wondering how you'd feel under him. As he sat with a forgotten cigarette burning between his fingertips, he shook the notion from his head, feeling like a dirty old man.

Noting the sour look on his face when you returned, you asked, "You alright?"

He nodded slowly, dropping his head to stamp out the cigarette in the dirt. "Just thinkin."

As you adjusted the aperture on your camera, you couldn't help but wonder what suddenly had him so contemplative. "Penny for your thoughts," you offered with a nudge to his knee.

"Don't know if they're worth that much," he answered, the warmth returning to his deep voice. But Johnny knew exactly what he wanted to ask. It was a question that had lingered in his mind as he drove. If he was honest with himself it had been there since the day she arrived.

"You know, I was wonderin' why you're out here with Danny," he rushed out earnestly, voice a bit more demanding than he intended.

Your head shot up, curious if this were some sort of test. "Um...well...we know each other from school," you began, fidgeting with your camera strap as you explained what you were doing in his territory. "And when he said he was coming out here, I wanted to come too."

Johnny realized his chest was growing tight from the breath he'd been holding before he finally asked, "To be with him?"

"No, it's...it's not like that with me and Danny," you assured him with a giggle. The familiar nervousness crept back in as Johnny seemed to study you even more intently now. "I thought the book sounded interesting and I wanted my photographs to be part of it."

To your relief, his shoulders hunched in relaxation, a lazy grin on his face as he listened to you speak about your passion for documenting the lives of others. The wrinkles near his eyes lent a softness to his rough features which immediately put you at ease. "You don't think the guys mind me being around do you?"

"Nah," he swept your worry away with his large hand before adding a playful jest to hear your adorable laugh again. "'Cept maybe Zipco. Don't listen to him if he calls ya a goddamn pinko," he snickered.

You gasped at his suggestion in mock surprise, then chuckled heartily along with him. All real shock had been removed hearing he'd said the same to Danny so the idea no longer bothered you. "Suppose I've been called worse," you retorted.

Johnny's laugh boomed forth before he sighed contentedly and you took the opportunity to capture a candid shot, shutter clicking several times before setting it aside.

The crisp noise trapped him inside another unwelcome thought. You'd develop that film in your little dark room and scrutinize his every flaw under the harsh judgement of a red light. The wrinkles forming in the creases of his forehead and graying beard indicators of the hard years he'd lived. Would Danny be there at your shoulder pointing out the obvious age gap? Anyone giving you good advice would tell you to stay away from a man twice your age.

That brought him to another realization. "Your folks know you out here doin' this?" he asked, scratching his chin thoughtfully.

You cocked your head at him for a moment, thinking how much he sounded like the old women in your neighborhood back home when you stayed out too late playing in the street. The image made you bite your lip to keep from smirking as you answered, "I'm an adult, Mr. Davis. I don't have to tell them anything."

It was his turn to cock an eyebrow at you then, eyes twinkling. "Adults don't usually call other adults mister," he said wagging his finger at you. "How old are ya anyway?"

You had to laugh at his observation, the formality seeming overly cautious in retrospect. "I'm twenty, Johnny," you told him, voice steady and calm despite the churning you felt in your stomach when you attempted to look him dead in the eye.

He nodded in agreement. "I like the way you say that, darlin'." His smile was so full, teeth glimmering in the afternoon sunshine you couldn't help but reach for your camera once more to capture his expression. Though you couldn't deny the instinct was also born of your own awkward feelings to hide behind something, unsure how to take the nickname that rolled off his tongue like honey.

From then on you were his darlin', someone he protected fiercely on the road and at home. He was the first person to pluck you from a muddy track before a tire could graze your foot or warn you to keep a safe distance before a fight broke out. And though nothing amused you more than watching him turn from rebellious biker to cautious mother hen, you despaired at the notion that he didn't think you could handle yourself.

Of course the truth was much more complex to Johnny who voiced his unrequited feelings through these acts of service. He hoped you would eventually come to understand the hidden meaning, though so far it hadn't been clear.

"Let me go!" was a constant refrain in his ear as you struggled to get closer to the center of the action for your shot and he'd huff in stubborn reply, arm still firmly positioned at your waist.

But there was no one who supported you with greater enthusiasm. If people questioned why you were hanging around with a camera, Johnny had no problem telling them you were the best damn photographer in the country. It was an assertion which always made you blush because you didn't even have a degree yet. However, it was comforting to have someone who believed in you. It wasn't a luxury you were accustomed to, having paid your own way through school when your parents dismissed your dreams.

That's why his sudden absence came as a surprise the night you and Danny were interviewing new members at a house party on the outskirts of town. Despite the swarm of unfamiliar faces causing a commotion in the kitchen, which would usually put him on high alert, Johnny was nowhere to be found. As Kathy attempted to distract you from it all with a beer, Cockroach assured you he would find him, stumbling out the front door toward a fire that had been lit out front.

"Don't need Johnny to do my job," you muttered with a shake of your head. However, she'd already enlisted the help of the guys to keep you close by, no doubt on his orders.

"C'mon, just five minutes," Corky urged you, taking your hand and pulling you toward the lounge.

"Yeah, dance with us!" Wahoo called as he closed in on your left.

"Alright, that's enough," you finally told the guys after a few songs, palms pushing against their chests to find Danny. "Where did he go?"

"Think I saw him out back," Kathy mentioned as she snuggled close to Benny on the sofa. "Want me to go with ya?"

"No, it's okay," you rushed out, scurrying away before they could keep you from capturing the scene around you any longer. You were dying to get a few shots of the bonfire because the wildest things always happened there.

However, that would be the last coherent sentence you spoke. A large hand clamped around your mouth the moment you crossed to the back of the house.

You blinked up at the ceiling as you attempted to raise your head from the pillow, a wave of nausea returning as your head pounded inside your skull.

"Woah, now, darlin'," Johnny's steady voice cooed to you from somewhere nearby. The warm weight of his hand settled over your shoulder, pressing you back into the mattress and you tensed involuntarily. Withdrawing his hand, he inhaled a sharp breath at your reaction and the slight quiver nearly broke you in two as the memories of the night before flooded back to you.

"How you feelin'?" he managed after a long moment, eyes roving you with concern.

"I'm okay," you began, mouth nearly too dry to speak and a cut at your lip stinging with each syllable. "Thanks to Benny's fucking temper," you huffed out a laugh, ribs aching a little at the effort.

"Kid's gotta helluva right hook, don't he?" Johnny said proudly. However, the smile that graced his handsome face began fading as rapidly as it appeared, head hanging low as he admitted, "I got somethin' I wanna say and I don't want to you to misunderstand now."

You turned to watch him from where you lay, not quite comprehending where he was headed with this line of conversation.

Johnny still didn't meet your gaze, eyes wandering over the grease trapped beneath his fingernails as he rubbed his palms together slowly. It was almost too difficult to gather the courage to say what he needed to say now, but it had to be done.

"I talked to Danny last night. He agrees with me that you should go on home now..." He stopped to collect himself, tongue feeling thick in his mouth with the words that would send away the woman he was now deeply in love with.

You swallowed hard at his words, unable to believe his pronouncement. "Wh-what?"

"This whole things gotta stop...before you get hurt worse next time," he declared.

You shook your head against the pillow as you murmured, "One drunk guy..."

"No, I've been tellin' you this for a long time now," he persisted, biting down hard on his lower lip to keep it from quivering. He couldn't lose his nerve now.

Your hands fisted in the covers, anger seeping into your bones as you forced yourself to sit up despite the pain. "You don't get to tell me what to do, Johnny," you spat.

His eyes cut at you in a way you'd never seen, determination flashing like lighting. I do when it comes to your life. When I can't protect the only thing in the world that matters to me, he wanted to scream, but instead he found himself choosing words that would drive you away of your own accord, keep you safe in ways tender words never could. "You don't belong here and you know it," he growled.

The gruffness of his voice was foreign to you, a cold damper on the comfort his presence had provided up until now. You couldn't stop the tears as they welled in the corners of your eyes, hot and heavy as they began to spill over your lashes.

"Don't say things you don't mean," you warned him, voice cracking with a sob. "Are you serious?" The question hung in the air between you for what felt like an eternity as you held your breath, waiting for him to answer.

Without warning he stood, facing away from you so you couldn't see the hurt telegraphed straight from your features to his own. "Yes," he uttered the single syllable that would change your lives forever before walking out the door.

Read Part 2 here.

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archangeldyke-all · 3 months ago

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Hi angel! Could you do another club mom reader and sevika during their actual wedding. They got married but I don’t think we ever saw the wedding!

It’s lowkey disgustingly cute. The girls help them both get ready. I imagine the girls convincing club mom reader to let them do that thing where they take sexy polaroids of reader, and hand them to sevika throughout the night

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CUTEEEE i'm so glad u guys like stories about marrying sevika as much as i do sometimes i worry i write about it too much hahha

men and minors dni

"mom, you look incredible!" frosty gasps. you snort.

when you showed your girls the outfit you picked out for the ceremony they nodded and hummed happily. and now that you're showing them the lingerie you plant to wear underneath your wedding outfit, they're all tearing up and squealing.

"you might end up killing her in that one, mom." trinity giggles.

"your ass looks amazing!" cherry gasps.

you can't stop laughing. you hadn't even planned on wearing any special underwear under your wedding outfit, but upon hearing this news, buttercup smacked you and demanded she take you shopping.

now, a week later, you're finally showing all your girls what you've settled on; only because they've all piled into the little 'getting ready' room you're preparing for your wedding in.

fuck, you can't believe the big day is here.

you and sevika wanted something small and simple. your girls had other plans. now, you're in a rented out ball room, getting ready to profess your love to sevika in front of almost every relative, customer, and friend you know. half of zaun is here.

a camera flashes and you cringe. "fuck are you doing?" you ask, turning to glare at cherry. she giggles.

"somethin' special for your bride." she says with a shrug. you huff.

"leave her alone, i'm sure she's shitting herself wherever she is." you whine.

crystal giggles and passes you a little polaroid photo. you giggle looking down at the picture of your wife, grumpily glaring at herself in a mirror while she tries to tie a tie around her neck.

"please tell me you helped her." you laugh. crystal snorts.

"only after she broke the mirror in frustration."

you gasp, and your girls burst into laughter. "is she okay?" you squeak, pushing through the gaggle of girls gathered to watch you dress. "is she bleeding?" you ask as you try to get to your lover.

trinity grabs you by the elbow, tugging you back in the room. "she's fine mom, relax. plus, you're half naked."

"sevika wouldn't mind that." you pout.

your girls cackle.

the ceremony is a disaster.

buttercup gets too close to a candle, and all the hairspray she'd put in her hair ignites into an explosion of flames.

cherry trips and falls as she walks you down the aisle, twisting her ankle so bad that a few people have to haul her back to her feet and drag her the rest of the way down.

your officiant, some lawyer who's always visiting your club, shows up blackout drunk. he's barely able to read the lines off his cards.

but... you don't care. because the moment sevika sees you, a grin brighter than the fire in buttercups' hair breaks across her face.

"this is a disaster." she whispers to you as your officiant stumbles through his words. you snort.

"of course it is. it's us." you giggle.

sevika leans forward to kiss you, and the crowd erupts into applause. the officiant huffs.

"you're supposed to wait 'til the end." he grumbles.

at your reception, you sit in sevika's lap, cackling at the various speeches your girls give you-- all in various states of inebriation. they're sweet and sappy and a little scandalous, but nobody expects anything different from a group of strippers.

at one point, sevika leans over to whisper in your ear. "y'know... the girls have been passing me polaroids of you in that lacy shit you're wearing under this all night." she mumbles. you laugh.

"i think they were trying to do the same for me, but you intimidated them out of more than one once you smashed a mirror."

sevika cackles and leans in to kiss you. the crowd surrounding you bursts into cheers. she chuckles against your lips. "wanna get outta here?" she asks.

"our own wedding!?" you cackle.

she shrugs. "you look fuckin' delicious in those pictures, and tonight's been a mess anyways."

you laugh. "well, when you put it that way..."

sevika doesn't let you finish your sentence before she's scooping you over her shoulder and hauling ass out of the ballroom.

you cackle. your guests hoot and wolf-whistle as you wave them all goodbye.

kofi

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dreamcatchers-husband · 2 years ago

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The City Of Love And Secrets

Male Reader X Kim Sejeong

Length: 7.6k +

Tags: Couple, Creampie.

A/n- First work in a while. Hope its ok

Paris. The city of love. Everyone has heard that saying and it was honestly true. From your first steps off the plane, you just felt your emotions heighten somehow. Sure it could have been a placebo effect just knowing you were there but either way, you could just feel the love in the air.

Your walk through the airport was almost robotic until you felt a tap on your shoulder. Looking to the side you saw Sejeong smiling at you and handing you a bottle of water.

“Drink. You slept for most of that flight so I imagine you are thirsty.”

Taking a sip of the water, you continued to walk throughout the airport eventually reaching the luggage pick-up section. A few minutes go by as the two of you just stood there in silence, your fingers fidgeting. The sound of a slam gets you back to your senses as you see the luggage begin to fall down the conveyor belt.

Different kinds of suitcases move around on the belt as you see the familiar blue from your couple set. Picking them up, you check to see if your names were on them. Once you saw that the bags were both yours, you picked them off the belt and placed them on the floor.

Pulling out the handles, the two of you made your way to the exit to the airport. The flashing cameras were already going off as you got closer and closer to that door. Finally, near the door, you saw your security team waiting to escort you. With a quick nod, the men formed a circle around the two of you as you walked out the door.

The yelling from the cameraman was very apparent as they were not happy that they couldn’t take any shots of the star in front of them. The yells from your security team rang in your ears as you took slower and slower steps until the circle was opened, showing you the front door to the black car.

Stretching out your hand, you then let Sejeong enter the car as you followed behind her. Once in, the door gets closer as the camera flashes continue to go off. The sound of the trunk closing gets your attention as the car begins to move little by little. The honking from the horn continued to echo in the air until police began to push the paparazzi from the car. Finally free the Mercedes picked up speed In the street.

“Well, that was quite the event. I’m glad I scheduled that security to be there for us.”

“I didn’t expect people to know who I was. That honestly was a surprise.”

“I knew it would be like this. Your fame blew up thanks to the Netflix show. Fashion week here in Paris is also a massive thing, so anyone invited to these shows would get surrounded by paparazzi as well.”

“Well thank you for planning appropriately. That’s why you're my favorite manager.”

“I’m your only manager.”

“Exactly. That makes you my favorite manager either way.”

Laughter filled the car as you slid your hand towards Sejeong’s, taking hold of it. A smile filled your face as you looked towards your girlfriend, Her smile was just as big as your own. The ride from the airport to your hotel continued as you finally made it to the front door. This place just looked amazing from the outside.

The white exterior was somehow very pleasant to the eyes as you opened the door to the car. Stepping out, you reached out and helped Sejeong step out of the vehicle as well. Bellboys soon grabbed your luggage as they then pointed towards the front door. Following their lead, you made your way into the hotel.

The hotel kept its older look which was honestly perfect. It’s kept that romantic feeling you had felt earlier coming off the plane. Getting to the reception desk you stood in front of a French woman who gave you a big smile.

“Welcome to the Ritz Paris. May I know the name your reservation is under?”

“Yes, it’s under the name Park Dong-Yul.”

Once you said your name, the woman began to search for your name on the computer. The repeated clacking from the keyboard came to a stop as the receptionist looked up and smiled at you.

“I see you have the presidential suite reserved for two weeks as well as another room on the floor below. It is a great suite and I am sure you will enjoy it there. Now I see that your stay is already paid for so I will just hand you the key cards.”

Once the cards were programmed, the front desk worker handed them to you and smiled.

“I hope you enjoy your stay here. The bellboys will help bring up your luggage.”

“Thank you.”

Grabbing the cards, you followed the bellboys as they escorted you to the nearest elevator. Once you entered you saw that the elevator had one of the scanners that the doors had for key cards.

“Mr.Park. May I ask you to scan your key card? You will need to use it each time you want to get up to the penthouse floor.”

With a quick nod, you scanned your keycard on the elevator panel and pressed the round button labeled P. As the doors closed, you felt a small jolt come from the elevator as it commenced its journey up. The ride was short as the hotel was not that tall, so a ding from the elevator came quickly. Once the doors opened, you stepped out and followed the bellboys to your front door.

“Just scan your key card and you can enter your home for the next few weeks.”

Scanning the card, a small beep rang out as the lock to the door came undone. Pulling down on the handle, you pushed the door open and held your hand out to Sejeong. As she took hold of it, you both went inside your suite and began to take a look around. As the bellboy entered and placed your bags in the living room.

Taking out a bit of money, you handed it to the bellboy and he said his goodbyes leaving just Sejeong and yourself in the room. Taking a look around, you saw a big living room with a nice tv and couch. Walking towards the bedroom, you saw how big the one bed was with a giant frame holding the mattress.

A few more steps bring you to the bathroom. The massive glass shower was in the corner as you saw a big bathtub at the edge of the wall. The double vanity was perfect for getting the 2 of you ready at the same time.

“Really is a beautiful suite.”

“Yeah, it is.”

Taking a few steps closer, Sejeong then hugged you and looked into your eyes.

“We should freshen up.”

Kissing Sejeong on her forehead, you nod your head in agreement and pull back from her. Your girlfriend then began to remove her clothes in a hurry and jumped into the shower. Following her example you did the same.

Entering the shower, your body was quickly hit with the warm water from the shower head. With her back facing you, your arms wrapped around your girlfriend's waist and pulled her close to your own body. Your lips went to her neck and began to pepper it with small kisses up and down her collar.

“Mhmmm. Already? We just got here.”

“Can you blame me? Your body just drives me feral.”

Lowering your hands, your fingers got closer to Sejeong’s folds until you felt her hand grab you.

“As much as I would love to have a little session, we should get ready for today. This is the only chance we have.”

Much to your dismay, your hands pulled back and Sejeong grabbed the soap. Spreading it all over her body, your hands helped lather her smooth skin. Your fingertips could feel every bump and curve on your girlfriend's body as they helped her reach all the parts of her body.

Once done with her, Sejeong did the same to your own body with a few little slaps to your ass while she was at it. The shower came to an end as the water washed away the remaining soap from your bodies, down the drain.

Stepping out of the shower, you grabbed some towels and got both of you dry. Once dry, you made your way over to your luggage and began to pull some clothes from your suitcase. The striped red dress shirt you threw on matched Sejeong’s orange top. The top was a little shorter showing a bit of her stomach before reaching her black jeans. Throwing a brown blazer on top, her outfit was complete.

Once you finished putting on your dull outfit and grabbing a small box from your backpack, you saw Sejeong walking back to you after putting the phone down. Taking hold of your hand, Sejeong then smiled and looked into your eyes.

“I already requested a cab for us. There should be one for us in a few minutes. We should probably head down.”

“Sounds good. After you, my dear.”

Heading to the door, your legs followed behind your girlfriend to the elevator. Pressing the button, the elevator dinged as the doors opened. Stepping on, your girlfriend pressed the button to go down to the lobby. As the doors closed, the elevator gave a little jolt as it went down a few floors.

That small ding returned as the elevator doors opened once more. Stepping off with Sejeong, the two of you hand in hand walked towards the exit and made your way outside. Seeing the familiar Yellow hue of a taxi, you made your way over and opened the door for Sejeong. Jumping in after her you fastened your seat belt and looked at the driver.

“Near the Eiffel Tower please.”

With a simple nod, the man began to drive as Sejeong laid her head on your shoulder. The drive was rather short but silent. Neither you nor Sejeong spoke the entire time. The only sound that your ears picked up was your heartbeat.

Stepping out of the yellow vehicle, the masses of tourists all around crowded both you and Sejeong as you both began to walk. Knowing your girlfriend would want a picture to commemorate this trip, your legs continued to look for a good spot.

Finding an empty street with the national landmark in view, the two of you made your way to the middle of the road and looked at the giant tower. No cars came down the stone road as Sejeong pulled out her phone and handed it to you.

As the Idol began to pose, you pulled up the camera app on her phone and began to take pictures of her. Each image that filled your screen brought a wider and wider smile to your face. She was your happiness, and you never want her to be gone.

As Sejeong walked back over, you were reminded of the plan once you saw some documents in her hand. Bringing your head back up, Sejeong smiled and took hold of your left hand.

“It’s just over there. Let’s go!”

Filled with energy, the two of you ran down the street like a young couple in a K-drama. Arriving in front of the nice building, the two of you walked to the front door that had two main words written on it. Town Hall.

Pulling the glass door open, Sejeong ran in leaving you to follow her brown jacket to the reception desk. Getting closer, you saw Sejeong trying and failing at communicating with the woman at the desk. She was good at understanding English but not the best speaker.

“I’m sorry. She’s a little enthusiastic. What floor can I find the family and children department?”

“Third floor. On the right-hand side once you step off the elevator.”

Despite the woman’s heavy accent, you managed to understand what she said. Thanking the woman, you followed what she said and walked over to the elevator, and hopped on. Selecting the third floor, the metal cage closed its doors and made the quick trip up.

When the doors opened, you took hold of Sejeong's hands and walked out of the elevator. On the left side, a giant staircase could be found that probably led back to the lobby. Going to the right, you began to follow the arrows to a door at the end of the hallway.

Getting closer you began to see on the door the words in French were written as well as in English, Family and children. As your hand went on the handle, you began to feel Sejeong’s hand tremble as it was intertwined with your own.

Feeling that, you let go of the handle and look back at Sejeong.

“Hey. you ok?”

“Y-Yeah. Just nervous about it all. W-What will people say? What will the company say?”

“A-Are you having doubts? We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. If you felt pressured I’m-“

“No. I never felt pressured, Dongyul. I ran here with you, remember? It’s just that so much could go wrong. First, the company could fire you let alone-“

“Sejeong, dear. I couldn’t care less about what people will say or think. The only thing that matters to me is your response to this. Do you love me?”

“Don’t ask me stupid questions. Of course, I love you.”

“That’s all that matters. We don’t need to do this today. We can just go enjoy the day and do this in the future. I will wait as long as you need me to. I will love you for the rest of my life, even if we never did this.

Walking away from the door, you felt your feet stop in their tracks as Sejeong pulled you back. Wrapping you in her arms, your girlfriend dug her head into your chest and stayed there for a bit.

“Let’s do it. You could have gotten mad that we made it all the way here but didn’t go through with it. Instead, you wanted to make sure I’m ok and will do anything to make me happy. Even wait for a time I’m 100%, be that today or never. The fact is my life as an idol will always bring me doubts about stuff but the one thing I don’t doubt is how much I love you. Let’s go.”

A smile filled your face as you reached for the door handle and turned it. Walking into the room, you found a woman at the reception desk looking at the two of you entering.

“Welcome to the Family and Children department. How can I help you? Do you have an appointment?”

Luck was on your side as the woman spoke very good English.

“Um no but we were hoping to get a ceremony held today.”

“What type of ceremony?”

Sejeong took a step forward and smiled.

“My boyfriend and I would like to get married.”

The woman at that time stood up from her seat and gave you an expression that could only be described as delighted.

“Oh, my god. Do you know how long it’s been since we had a wedding here? Let me call the mayor and he will come down from his office right now!”

Picking up the phone, the middle-aged woman began to press several buttons on the landline and then put the receiver to her ear.

“I wonder how long it’s been since they had a wedding here. She seemed way too excited to have to do a ceremony.”

“I would assume they have one of these done every 15 minutes. There wasn’t even a line here at all.”

Before you could continue your conversation the woman came running up to the two of you and began to push you out the door. Pulling you both to the stairs the woman began to speak once more.

“Let’s go up a floor and we will meet the Mayor in his office. Did your two bring witnesses to sign on the marriage certificate?”

“Shit. I might have forgotten about that part.”

“Well typically we would reject you but I can sign and the mayor's secretary can sign as well. Just don’t tell anyone we will do it for you.”

Your fiancé at that time chuckled and gave you a flick to the forehead. Finally, up the stairs, you found several rooms in a hallway. Following the woman, you made it to the door at the end of the hallway. As she opened it, you saw what seemed to be a desk in the room. Once in, you saw that there was another door next to the desk.

As the younger woman saw you three enter, she waved at you all to walk over and stood up.

“Perfect. He’s in his office waiting. I’m Michelle.”

“Wow, your English is very good. The two of you have no accent at all.”

“We were both raised in America. I will act as the translator even though Celine, who you met downstairs could do it as well. Now let’s head in with you and your fiancé.”

Walking to the door. You turned the handle and found a man standing next to a table. Sejeong's hand began to tremble once more as you finally were face to face with the man that would join the two of you for life.

“Accueillir. Est-ce que vous êtes le couple que je vais épouser?”

Michelle then walked forward and spoke.

“He said, " Welcome. Are the two of you the couple I will marry? His name is Pierre Blanc.

“Ah tell him yes. We thank him for taking the time out of his day to do this for us.”

Michelle then translated back what you said. The mayor then replied.

“Bien. Les gens ne se marient plus à Paris.”

“He said “Well. People have not been getting married in Paris anymore.”

“Yeah, Celine mentioned something like that. Why?”

“Ah well. This Generation doesn’t seem to want to go with the old-school traditions. Most couples seem to want to just keep things casual now.”

“Well I understand those thoughts that people had but we have both been suckers for old romance stories.”

Looking at Sejeong, you saw a large smile on her face as she nodded at your statement. Soon the rest of the people in the room began to grab things as you continued to look at her.

“Sorry, you can't participate much in all these conversations.”

“Eh, it’s ok. I understand what you guys are saying. Feels like you are translating for work as always. All I need to know is two words. I do.”

“Sorry to interrupt but we are almost ready just fill out some of this paperwork and we can start. For the ceremony, He will give a bit of a speech and then ask you the question. I will be translating it all.”

Filling out the paperwork given, you both handed it to Michelle and gave it to the Mayor. The two of you stood in front of the Mayor. The speech he gave was on the long side but each sentence just somehow made you happier. Finally, the time the two of you were waiting for came.

“Maintenant. Dongyul, Sejeong. le temps est venu. puis-je confirmer que vous êtes tous les deux ici de votre propre gré?”

“He said “Now. Dongyul, Sejeong. the time has come. Can I confirm you are both here of your own will?”

“Yes, I am here of my own free will.”

With a bit of a struggle, Sejeong replied.

“Yes me here want.”

“Some chuckles left everyone’s mouths as they heard your fiancé’s English.

“Merci d'avoir confirmé. Nous le faisons avec tous les étrangers. Le mariage est quelque chose qui peut être compliqué parfois, mais toujours une belle chose. Je pense que mon discours a pris beaucoup de temps, alors allons-y.”

Looking at Michelle you waited for her translation.

“Thank you for confirming. We do this with all foreigners. Marriage is something that can be complicated at times but is still a beautiful thing. I think my speech took up a lot of time so let’s get to it.”

Looking back at the mayor he began to speak once more.

“Dongyul. Prends-tu Sejeong pour femme ? Aimer et tenir pour le reste de votre vie, à travers la maladie et en bonne santé ? Les moments faciles et les plus difficiles?”

“Dongyul. Do you take Sejeong to be your wife? To love and to hold for the rest of your life, through sickness and in health? the easy times and the hard ones?”

“I do.”

With a smile, The mayor now turned to Sejeong.

“Sejeong. Prenez-vous Dongyul pour mari ? Aimer et tenir pour le reste de votre vie, à travers la maladie et en bonne santé ? Les moments faciles et les plus difficiles?

“Sejeong. Do you take Dongyul to be your husband? To love and to hold for the rest of your life, through sickness and in health? The easy times and the hard ones?”

“I do.”

“Très bien alors. Je vais sauter le reste de mon discours puisque je vous ai déjà ennuyé tous les deux. Pourriez-vous tous les deux signer votre certificat de mariage?”

“Very well then. I will skip through the rest of my speech since I bored you both already. Could the two of you please sign on your marriage certificate?

Stepping forward, the two of you were handed pens by Celine and reached down to the certificate. Signing your name on one line, Sejeong did the same and placed her own on the table.

“Now me and Celine will sign as the witnesses to your marriage.”

The two pens that were used by you and Sejeong were picked up by Celine and Michelle and quickly put to use signing on the paper. Once done, the entire room began to clap suddenly, scaring both you and Sejeong.

“Félicitations. Vous êtes maintenant mari et femme. Vous pouvez embrasser la mariée.”

“He said, “Congratulations. You are now Husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.”

Hearing those words made your heart race as the ceremony was now over. The mayor skipped over a lot of other stuff and just married the two after his long speech. Without hesitation, your hands went to your wife’s cheeks as you pulled her in for a deep kiss. The two of you kissed for a few seconds until you pulled back.

Pulling out the small box you grabbed earlier from your room. You flipped the lid open and showed her the wedding bands inside. Pulling out her box, Sejeong showed you the engagement ring you bought her a year ago. She couldn’t wear it publicly but always showed it to her closest friends. The small diamond stone in the center was just perfect according to your wife. Now she could proudly wear it as well as the band once everyone knows she was married.

Taking out her ring. Sejeong handed it to you to put on her. Lining it up with her ring finger, you pushed it forward as the circular accessory fit just perfectly around her appendage. Now that the engagement right was on, you proceeded to push the wedding band above the engagement ring. Just as with the previous accessory, it fit perfectly ok her finger.

Grabbing your wedding band, Your beloved wife did the same thing and pushed the ring around your finger. It’s official, you were her husband and she was your wife.

Giving your thanks to all of the parties involved, the two of you began to run out of the office and to the staircase. Despite taking the elevator before, your hand pulled Sejeong down the stairs visiting each floor before reaching the lobby.

As you got closer to the door, your mind told you to do something a bit stupid. With your left hand on the door, you looked back and yelled.

“I JUST MARRIED THE MOST BEAUTIFUL WOMAN IN THE WORLD. HER NAME IS KIM SEJEONG SO BACK OFF IF YOU HEAR THAT NAME!”

“Dongyul!”

Pressing on the door, you pulled Sejeong out of the building and continued to run, hearing the laughter from your betrothed. Once a bit of a distance from the town hall, you stopped running and looked at your new wife.

“So what’s the plan? Dinner? A walk?”

A smile filled Sejeong’s face as She raised her hand. From the corner of your eyes, you saw a taxi pull up next to both of you and stop. The black vehicle had its doors pinned by you, welcoming Sejeong inside.

Once the two of you were inside, your wife spoke up to the driver, directing him back to the hotel. As the Four wheels of the car began to spin, you turned towards Sejeong and gave her a confused look.

“Let’s just go back. Ignore him. Kiss me.”

Without hesitation, your hands grabbed Your wife’s face and pulled her toward your lips. No matter how many times you kissed her, it always felt like the first time with how your heart fluttered. Pushing your tongue forward, the two of you fought for dominance over who would lead. As your hands began to move from her face, a cough caught your attention from the front of the cab.

“No kiss!”

The older man seemed very angry at the action taking place in the back of his vehicle. All you could assume was that the old man had seen plenty of nasty things in there and wasn’t about to see another one take place.

“Sorry.”

A small giggle left the both of you as the man rolled his eyes. The drive continued in silence until you saw the familiar white outline of the hotel. Arriving at the entrance, you pulled out some cash and handed it to the driver. Angrily he took the cash and pointed at the door, telling you both to exit.

A bellboy at the time opened the cab door and welcomed you both outside. Going to the entrance, you and Sejeong walked hand in hand to the elevator. The entire staff continued to give you happy looks as they saw you both walk in a brand new couple. Well, newlywed couple.

After the short trek, you arrived at the door of your hotel room. Scanning the keycard, the two of you entered and arrived in the living room.

“So, my dear wife. Why did we return to our room? We still have plenty of the city to explore.”

“Well, I think in honor of our wedding day, we should keep things simple as well as revisit a memory. Do you remember our first date?”

“Of course I do. It was your first trip to Japan in 2017. The rest of your members went to sleep but we both stayed up in my room having room service and watching a movie. I was so scared of confessing that day but it turned out you felt the same.”

“Well, that’s what we will do. Let’s order room service and just watch a movie. We don’t need anything fancy to commemorate today. Well, anything else.”

“Then I’ll order some food, you put something on to watch.”

With a nod, Sejeong went and turned on the tv while you picked up the phone. After ordering various foods, you made your way to the couch and sat next to your beloved.

“I connected my phone to the tv. I didn’t manage to see last week's episode of Amazing Saturday if you don’t mind.”

“Anything you want my dear wife.”

Taking off your shoes, you laid down and pulled Sejeong on top of you. The idol stayed on top of you as her head laid on your chest. A couple of minutes went by as Sejong spoke up.

“Taeyeon Sunbae is so pretty. Do you think she has a partner?”

“Why? You want to divorce me for her already?”

“If she’s interested I wouldn't say no.”

With a laugh, you brought your head down and kissed her on the forehead. A few minutes went by as you both played along with the game the cast members were playing that episode. A sudden knock got the attention of both of you away from the tv. Pausing the episode, you both stood up and made your way to the exit.

As the wooden door opened, you saw a man with a pushcart standing there with your food. Welcoming the man inside, he proceeded to push the cart into the room. Once he arrived at the kitchen, you stopped moving the cart and gave him both a quick nod. Handing him a bit of cash, the man thanked you both and made his way out of the room.

Grabbing a few plates, you both brought the food into the living room and placed it on the table. You had a nice steak dish with Demi glazed vegetables. Sejeong had grilled salmon with stir-fried vegetables on the side. Without saying anything, the two of you dug into your meals and shared the different plates of food. As soon as one was done, you got up and went for the next in the kitchen.

After a bit, The two of you felt the after-effects of stuffing down 3 plates of food. At this point, an older episode of Amazing Saturday started playing as you both were done eating. Despite this being your wedding day, it almost felt like just a normal date.

“Dongie. Can you believe it? We’re married. I never thought this day would come.”

“We managed to keep our relationship hidden for six years now. Of course, we were ready for the next step. The only woman I want in my life is you. Screw the repercussions.”

“God I love you. Today has honestly felt like a romance movie or a dream. I don’t want to wake up if it is one.”

“This isn’t a dream. Do my lips not feel real?”

Pulling Sejeong a bit closer, you gave her lips a few quick pecks which made her smile.

“Mhmm, I might need a little more convincing this isn’t a dream.”

“How about this?”

From her lips, you began to give her cheek a few small kisses and then moved down to her neck. The constant pecks on her collar caused the idol to begin to moan out loud. With your arms, you quickly picked up your wife and began to stumble around the room. After a few small bumps, your bodies arrived in the bedroom and got next to the mattress.

Placing Sejeong down, you both pulled away from each other and stared at each other in a state of lust. No words needed to be said as you both tore each other's clothes off in a matter of seconds. As you saw the nude body of your wife, your cock began to twitch from the marvelous sight.

With a smirk on her face, Sejeong dropped to her knees and took hold of your dick. As her warm hands began to stroke your shaft, you felt her left hand wrap around your balls and play with them.

“Wow. They feel so full. Have you been waiting for our wedding night?”

“F-Fuck yes. We didn’t have time with your schedule.”

“Well. We have all night now.”

Your whole body began to shiver as Sejeong’s tongue began to move up your length. The small movements from her tongue made you anticipate what was to come. As your wife’s tongue reached the top, her lips suddenly wrapped around your tip and began to give it small sucks. As a moan left your mouth, Sejeong smirked at your response.

With each suck, your wife increased the intensity of the action. Your back hit the wall Sejeong began to move her head down on your length. Placing your hand on her head, you began to move Sejeong further down on your cock with each bob. As your beloved’s eyes met with your own, she gave you a sign to be tougher.

With a thrust, your length began to reach the back of Sejeong’s throat. Small noises left her mouth as you continued your thrusts in her mouth. Both of your wife’s hands grabbed your legs as she began to move them even farther than before. With the next thrust, Sejeong held her throat down on your length. The constricting feeling of her mouth was something that you loved.

After a few seconds, your partner pulled her head back and removed her mouth from your cock.

“Fuck Sejeong. How do you get better at this each time?”

“Practice makes perfect, but I think we should cover our bases.”

Raising her upper body, Sejeong pushed her breast together and wrapped your length in between them. Her soft skin blessed your length as Sejeong began to just move them around. With the help of the water, Your wife began to move up and down on your length.

Your wife’s tits weren’t the biggest out there but they were plenty big for a tit fuck. Your hips moved and tandem with your girl as she looked up at you again. As her hands stopped squeezing her breast she immediately grabbed some soap and rubbed it all over her chest. Going back, Sejeong smooshed your length in between her lathered tits. The soap helped the speed at which you could move your cock in between.

“Look at you, thrusting harder. What you can’t wait to cum?”

“Fuck yes, Sejeong. Please help me cum.”

“I’d hate for you to cum before the main event.”

As Sejeong began to slow her breast movement down, you began to give her a pleading look that made her smile.

“Ok. If you want to cum then cum in my mouth.”

Moving her chest away, your wife wrapped her lips around your tip once more and sucked on it. With each suck, Sejeong flicked her tongue on the end of your tip. She knew this was your weak spot. As groans began to leave your mouth, your girl gave one final flick to your tip causing you to cum. Shot after shot of your seed filled her mouth.

You weren’t sure how much time had passed after a bit But Sejeong was still sucking on your cock. Being too much, you pulled your wife off your cock and just breathed heavily. A chuckle left Sejeong’s mouth as she washed the remaining soap off her body. Once clean, your beloved turned off the water and opened the shower door. Wrapping her body in a towel she then faced you and signaled you with her finger to follow her.

Walking backward, Sejeong went into the room as you grabbed a towel and dried yourself off quickly. Once in the room, your spouse was laying on top of the bed with the towel thrown to the side.

“You got to cum early so you better return the favor. Come eat my pussy.”

Approaching your beloved, you immediately dropped to your knees and got a bit closer. The smell of lavender filled your nose as you put your lips on her thighs. With the small kisses you gave her legs, your head began moving further up.

Finally, near her entrance, your hands placed themselves on her legs and kept them wide open. The glistening look from her pussy enticed you more than you could control yourself. Just as Sejeong got ready to speak, your lips gave her pussy a small kiss.

“Come on sweetie. Don’t tease me.”

“Fine then.”

With a newfound fire in your belly, you stretched your mouth wide open and gave her lips a long lick. Pushing them open, your tongue began to move into her snatch and move all around. The moans that left your wife's mouth were music to your ears. Unwrapping your arms from her legs, you brought your hand to her pussy and pushed 2 fingers in.

Thirsting your fingers in and out, Sejeong began to moan louder as well and tense her legs a bit. Each movement of your hand was accompanied by a rapid flick of your tongue. With her pussy spread open, you eventually found her clit and moved your tongue on top of it. Your flicks started on her small nub, causing Sejeong to close her legs around your head.

“Fuck. That’s right. Keep eating my pussy. Eat your wife’s pussy.”

Somehow you found the muscle strength in your tongue and hand to increase your speed even further. With each squeeze around your head, your beloved began to jolt around. Soon Sejeong’s yells filled the room as you made one final attack on her clit.

Feeling her thighs crush your head, a rush of fluids hit your mouth as your wife finally came. Drinking all you could, your hand continued to move in and out of her snatch, overstimulating your girl. Pushing herself away from you, Sejeong continued to pant for air. Getting up from the floor, you laid yourself down next to her and gave her neck small kisses. A laugh left her mouth as she turned towards you and kissed your lips.

“Fuck that tongue of yours works wonders.”

“Probably the reason you decide to lock me down.”

With another laugh, Sejeong pulled you in for another kiss. Pushing your tongue forward, the two of you fought for dominance until your wife mounted you. Deciding to play along, your wife pushed her tongue into your mouth and began to move it all around. Moving a hand down, Sejeong’s hand took hold of your shaft and lined it up with her slit. With a lift of her hips, Sejong filled herself with your rod.

A grunt left your mouth as your wife moaned. Moving her hips in a circular motion, Sejong began to grind on your cock, filling the two of you with pleasure. Moving your hands down to her hips, you began to help Sejeong with her movements as your eyes basked in the sight of her breasts.

“Come on dear. Suck on my tits. These are all yours.”

With that invitation, your mouth went to her right breast and wrapped her erect nipple In your mouth. Starting to suck on her breast, Sejeong’s moans began to increase. The grinding from your wife’s hips increased as her slick began to leak down her legs.

“Fuck. H-How am I going to cum already again?”

You weren’t about to question it as you began to pick your beloved's body up and slam her down on your cock. The thrusts into her cunt mixed with the grinding and sucking on her nipple began to overwhelm Sejeong.

“J-Just a little more. Please, Sweetie.”

You weren’t about to disappoint your wife, so pulling the two of your flat on the bed, you began to trust your cock into her snatch and move as fast as you could. Despite not being able to grind anymore, your constant filling of her pussy pleasured your wife just as much. Raising one hand, you quickly gave her left breast a slap which caused Sejeong to scream.

Continuing the actions, your wife moaned louder and louder until you gave her tit a final slap. This helps your wife reach her peak and let her juices all over the bed. You already played with Sejeong before, so you stopped your thrusts and laid your wife on your chest. The act which the two of you were doing could be seen as nasty but between newlyweds, it was almost beautiful.

Hoping off your dick, Sejeong looked at you and smirked.

“You get to cum now. How do you want me, dear husband?”

Flipping your woman on her back, you split her legs open once more and put your length near her folds.

“I want to look into my wife’s eyes while I continue to fuck her.”

A smile filled her face as she got ready. Pushing in, your length was quickly enveloped by the warmth that was Sejeong’s snatch. Moving your hips slowly, your rod exited and entered your wife. The small thrusts you were giving Your beloved were interrupted by a sudden smack to your ass.

A giggle came from Sejeong as she began to pull you down closer. As her mouth got near your ear, she began to speak.

“I told you to fuck me so you can cum. So don’t give me some little shove into me. Shove that cock deep into my walls.”

With a hand on each side of her waist, you raised the strength and speed at which you fucked her. Back and forth your dick went in and out of her tunnel. Raising her upper body, Sejeong pulled you in for a kiss, battling for control once more. Despite surrendering before, you were now in control.

Your tongue pushed hers back and swirled all around her mouth. Despite losing the battle with her mouth, Sejeong was happy and began to match your thrusts. As your rod exited her pussy, your wife pulled back and slammed down hard as you entered her once more.

Having been fucking your wife for a little bit now, your cock was already aching for release. Sejeong must have noticed this as she gave you a smirk. A constricting feeling quickly enveloped your length as she tensed the muscles in her snatch. Continuing this action, your peak got closer and closer until you knew you would explode. You need to pull out.

“S-Sejeong. I’m gonna cum.”

“Well then. Here’s your wedding gift.”

With her legs, Sejeong wrapped them around your waist and surprised you.

“Cum in your wife. Give her a nice big creampie

You knew Sejeong wasn’t on birth control but your human instincts took over as you gave one final thrust into Sejeong. Your cock quickly began to throb inside your beloved and fill her open womb with your seed. This was your first time cuming in Sejeong, and it was the best feeling ever.

After a few seconds, your cock stopped shooting your loads in her. Dropping down on top of Sejeong, you finally took this chance to relax after your sex session with Sejeong. Laying there with your wife, you finally were hit with it all. You’re married to Kim Sejeong and she was yours forever now.

With a kiss, you both propped yourselves up and looked at each other.

“I can’t believe this happened. I’m married to the greatest man on earth.”

“And I married one of the hottest girls in South Korea.”

A smack to the back of the head made you laugh as you both just thought about everything.

“God. I might lose my job huh.”

“No, you won’t. We got a few weeks to figure out what we are going to say. Let’s just enjoy our trip.”

A peck on the lips distracted you as your wife then stood up. Grabbing a bottle of champagne that was in the corner, Sejeong walked towards the couch and opened it. Your wife then surprised you as she poured some champagne on her chest and signaled you to come over.

It was going to be a long night.

Six weeks passed and you found yourself in the jellyfish conference room. At your side, Sejeong was holding your hand that was shaking. As the door opened, the two of you stood up and bowed toward the executives. As they each took a seat, the two of you stood standing until the CEO spoke up.

“Ok, so we are here. What was so urgent you needed to tell everyone in the company?”

“Well, Sir. Sejeong and I would like to inform the company that we are in a relationship.”

The silence was nerve-wracking as they just stared at you. A laugh from the CEO filled the room as he shook his head no.

“That is not permitted. Consider yourself fired and end it.”

Before you could get another word out, Sejeong spoke first.

“I’m afraid that’s not possible as Dongyul and myself are married. Here is a copy of the marriage certificate.”

The man’s laughter left as he stood up and walked over angrily. Grabbing the paper the man looked it over and then stared at the two of you.

“When the fuck did this happen?”

“In Paris sir. We love each other and decided we want to spend our lives with each other.”

The room felt tense as the need just hit everyone.

“I also have something else to say. Dongyul I was hiding this but I want to tell you I’m pregnant.”

The old man in front of you nearly fainted hearing this final part of the news. You immediately took Sejeong into your arms and picked her up. As you spun her around you were quickly reminded where you were and stopped.

“Dongyul will stay as my manager. I will not leave my husband and I will stay happy with my new family on the way. Let’s face it, I’m the money maker for this company and I will leave if you try anything in my relationship.”

The executives all agreed on the spot as the CEO just sat down defeated. They all knew she was the money maker and weren’t going to argue.

With a final nod of approval from the CEO, the two of you ran out of the room and got into the closest elevator. Taking her back into your arms, you have Sejeong a kiss and placed your hand on her stomach.

“So we are going to get a little one?”

“Yeah. Sorry to spring that on you but I figured that would be the best way for you to keep your job.”

“I don’t care. I’m just happy you’re mine forever.”

Kissing her once more, a sudden ding brought you back to your senses. The doors opened on some empty floor and your wife stepped off the elevator.

“You gonna stay there or are you gonna come fuck me in the closest room.”

You didn’t have to be told twice. This was your life now. Married to the woman of your dreams with a little one on the way. It was perfect.

A/N 2- Not my best work in the smut but I wanted to post something since its been a while. Thank you for reading.

#smut #female idol smut #kpopsmut #sejeongsmut

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The Langham, Sterling Suite. Ask for Holly Golightly ;)

Bradley smiles at your text, and the cheeky “Breakfast at Tiffany’s” reference. He shoots up a quick reply as he makes his way out to the lobby, fighting hard not to be grinning like an idiot to any unassuming passersby, until—

Click-click-click-click! FLASH! FLASH! FLASH!

“Hey, it’s Bradley Bradshaw!”

“Oi, Bradley! Give us a smile, mate!”

“Bradley, did you get to meet Y/N inside?”

“Did the boss let you out on a school night, Bradley?”

”How are you feeling about the Sunderland game this weekend?”

It’s a meager distance from the steps of Annabel’s to the curb where the valet has brought out his car, but holy shit. It doesn’t usually get nearly as crazy as this. He’s partied here with Harry Styles, and nobody bat an eye when the guy stumbled out drunk with his left tit out. But maybe it’s because Harry lives in London sometimes, or maybe because he was on a break… unlike Miss Americana on her world tour right now. It makes him pause and rethink how careful he needs to be.

Bradley gets into his car and drives off, trying to tread between the fine line of quick and careful. He can’t help but look over the rearview mirror more often than normal. Fuck, is this how you feel like all the time? He’s no stranger to the spotlight, but rather than the occasional run-ins, nobody has ever been interested in where he went to dinner on a random Tuesday night.

The Langham is barely a mile away, but Bradley sees photographers parked across the hotel with their long-lens cameras and disgusting disposition, and he keeps on driving. Thinking. Restrategizing. Hoping that his vintage aubergine Ferrari isn’t causing suspicion for driving by the second and third time.

He finds a basement parking lot behind the building and pulls up, hoping it’s the right entrance to the hotel. The attendant looks starstruck as he nods and points the way, sending him off with an eager ‘Come on you Gunners!’. And just like that, he makes it into the lobby out of the pap’s sight.

Be cool, he reminds himself, you’re only as suspicious as you seem to be. He comes up to the reception desk, and the girl behind it greets him warmly.

“Good evening, sir. Welcome to the Langham. How may I help you?”

“I’m here to see Ms. Golightly at the Sterling Suite,” Bradley says smoothly. “Holly Golightly.”

“And who am I speaking with, sir?” The girl looks at him like he seems familiar, but can’t quite place him.

“...Paul Varjak,” he states, unable to bite back the smile. Oh, the thrill of giving out a fake name with the very real possibility of getting called out on his shit.

But she nods and grabs the telephone, dialing into your room. Blissfully ignorant of the pseudonym he just gave her.

Good.

Let this inside joke be the two of yours alone.

The elevator ride up is peaceful—too peaceful that he can hear his heart beating and his palms sweating. Even the carpet mutes his footsteps towards the double door. Before he even presses the bell, a bodyguard opens the door for him.

“Mr. Bradshaw,” he nods curtly. It’s one of the guys from the restaurant earlier. Middle-aged, stout and rather short, sporting a permanent scowl and a vibe that indicates he’s seen some shit.

“Hi. Sorry, I haven’t got your name…?”

“Guy,” he deadpans.

Bradley wonders if that’s his real name or he’s just saying it so Bradley would get off his case, but smiles anyway. “Nice to meet you, Guy.”

Guy hums gruffly and ushers him into the foyer, an identical hallway of the hotel, with a room on each side. “Through here,” he leads him towards another set of double doors at the end of the hallway.

Meanwhile, you are full-on freaking out in your living room. Should you get changed? You’ve taken off your heels, but getting everything off feels so premeditated… You don’t even know if he wants things to go that far. Maybe you can break your little rule and bring out the wine for liquid courage? Gosh, nothing feels right. And it’s been so long since you’ve last done this that you’ve actually gone rusty.

And before you get to decide—in the long, wasteful twenty minutes or so you’ve been pacing, you hear a knock on your door.

“Coming!”

You rush over to get the door and there he is, coming out victorious through the hurdles, smiling at you.

“Thanks, Guy. I’ll take it from here,” you dismiss your security a little too quickly, nodding over Bradley’s shoulder. You’re sure Guy is rolling his eyes all the way back to his room over your lovestruck teenager behavior.

But it hardly matters when this man before you is looking at you like the sun.

“Hey, you.” Bradley beams at you from his spot. As if afraid to invade your space somehow.

And so are you. This feels like that night in the garden all over again. You have to remind yourself that this isn’t some pocket of a park you stumbled into; this is your hotel room.

Quiet.

Private.

Safe.

“Come on in.” You let him cross the threshold, closing the door behind him the warm foyer light cast golden upon his face. You’re not sure if it’s the fact that you’ve ditched your six-inch heels, or that there’s no one else, but Bradley looks even taller than you remember him. Broader. More… imposing.

“I’m sorry for taking so long. There’s cameras everywhere and I had to—”

“It’s okay,” you try to reassure him. It feels rude to ask if he got caught on camera, but at this point, you had to ask. “Did you… Did they…?”

Bradley quickly shakes his head. “No, I took the basement entrance, out of sight. We’re good.”

”I’m, uh… sorry for the fuss.”

”Hey, it’s no trouble at all… Ms. Golightly,” he tilts his head, grinning at your chosen pseudonym.

”Yeah, it changes every time. My last stop in Tennessee, I was Clarice Starling,” you admit, making him laugh. “Although I’m glad you got the reference… Mr. Varjak.”

He simpers, very proud of himself. And with that, he takes a step closer to you. Towering over you. Crowding you with his smile, his scent, his body heat… and neither of you makes the first touch. You’re painfully aware of how his gaze keeps dropping to your lips. Bodies drawn towards each other but tied in place for some reason. It seems like despite all the flirting you did at the restaurant, everything goes out the window once you’re alone.

You’re just two strangers, caught in a thrilling game of push and pull. Too scared to tip over and just… fall.

“Can I kiss you…?” Bradley breathes out. He feels foolish for asking, but it’s the only way to make sure he’s not ruining the entire evening.

But you sigh in relief and nod your head yes, and it gives you the push you need to close the distance from him. You don’t know which one happened first; touching his lips with yours, grasping his arms for balance, or standing on your tiptoes on his shoes. He keeps you there, his strong hands securing your waist.

“You’re making me feel like a kid…” It makes you giggle into the kiss, and he can’t not possibly fall in love with the sound of that—with the feel of your lips pulled up right against his.

“I don’t think that’s a bad thing…” Bradley runs his hands down your sides gently. “Besides, I’ve been wanting to do that all night.”

“All night? You mean you’ve been thinking about making out with me while I tell you my life story?” you gasp, feigning shock and offense.

He laughs again. “Maybe for a moment or two there, I’ll admit.”

“I thought you were a gentleman!” you give him a playful smack on his behind, and there’s a flash of… something in his eyes. A spark, or a darkening. You’re not sure what it is yet, but it sends butterflies into your stomach yet again.

Bradley tucks some loose strands of your hair behind your ear. “I’m still a gentleman.”

“Really? I don’t believe that…” you sway his hips lightly, “I think you’re very… very bad,” you purr out, your lips barely touching.

He meets you halfway, and it feels like less of a shock this time. You gladly lose yourself in him, knowing you’ve crossed the line now. You finally notice how his mustache scratches your skin in a nice way, how he holds you flush against him, how he just melts into you in the kiss… enshrouding you in his warmth and lighting you on fire at the same time.

Bradley pulls away, barely just. His forehead is still pressed against yours, your noses are bumping, and his breath melding with yours. He licks his lips and you swear you can almost taste it. “You’re making it really hard for me to be a gentleman, kid…”

You can’t help but chuckle at the nickname. It’s not one you expect, but it sounds right somehow. “I didn’t invite you all the way here to be a gentleman.”

The twinkle in his eyes darken. Fuck, you’re gonna be the death of him. “Is that right?” Bradley’s hands slide down your hips, finding the swell of your ass and giving it a firm squeeze.

The air catches in your throat, and you swallow lightly. “Mm-hm.”

Instead, you lead him into the bedroom. Bradley is right behind you, barely a step behind. His hands have found a home on your hips and he seems adamant to stay there for a moment. Insisting to hold onto you because he worries he’ll get ahead of himself before you’re ready. But gosh, you’ve been ready all night and you’re practically twisting your arms around trying to reach the zipper on the back of your dress.

“Come here, I got you,” he rasps, his heart skipping as he drags the zipper down your back. He’s not sure which one he loves more; the dip of your spine that he wants to trace with your tongue, or the way the dress falls to the floor and reveals what’s underneath that prim and proper pink dress.

A tiny scrap of lace held by a black strap on either side of your hips, framing the swell of your ass perfectly.

And he swears, for a split second, he thought he had died and gone to heaven.

“Fuck…” he breathes out.

You can’t turn around fast enough. It might be a good ‘fuck’, but what if it’s a bad one? “What’s wrong?”

Bradley just blinks at you, for no other reason than how your nipples are poking out the side of the skimpy triangle of your bra. And that your lipstick is smeared on the edges from kissing him.

But of course, your mind is already racing from the lack of response and you’re already thinking, oh no this was a bad idea I shouldn’t have worn this—

“Hey, hey…” he sees your face fall and your arms come up to cover your chest and he immediately steps in. Holding you close, hoping to give you comfort. “Is this all for me?”

Oh, shit. Maybe if you close your eyes tight enough, you would melt to the floor. “I know, it’s a little much—”

“No, that’s not what I asked…” Bradley tilts your chin up, making you look him in the eye. “I said… Did you put these on for me?”

Your breath comes up short, and you nod ever so slightly. You don’t even trust your own voice not to betray how much you want him to like it. How much you want him.

“It’s perfect. I love it. Thank you.” He smiles into your lips, kissing you there. Spelling out how he feels with his hands on your ass, his mouth on yours. “Such a good girl…”

That flips a switch in your brain and he can see it. Your eyes go wide, your posture changes, and all of a sudden, you look so… small in his arms. So vulnerable, so beautiful. So perfect.

Suddenly, he’s holding the world in his arms. The sexy little thing you call panties is a pesky little nuisance now, and he can’t wait to get it off of you. His broad shoulders are keeping your legs open, his nose nuzzling your pubic bone as he looks up at you.

Bradley lowers you down on the side of the bed, settling on his knees before you. Committing every inch to memory by touch, from your ankle to your knee, up the inside of your thighs. When he reaches the scrap of fabric at your core, he feels it slick. He smirks. “What do we have here?”

Your face heats up. How the fuck are you supposed to answer that? No words are coming to your head—not when he’s drawing patterns over your pussy, making the lace glisten all over. And when your panties are positively ruined, he draws his hand back and licks the offending fingers in earnest.

And all it takes is a taste to send him into a frenzy.

“Fuck honey, need to taste you…” he murmurs between feverish kisses all over your legs. “Can I?”

You nod fervently, feeling like he’s got you under a spell.

“Use your words, kid.” He grins, playfully biting the inside of your thigh.

The sharp sensation makes you yelp, and you grip his hair in reflex. “Yes, want your mouth on me, please…”

“Good girl, asking so nicely…” he chuckles, satisfied with your response. Then, he pulls you to the edge of the bed. That dainty scrap of lace you call panties is a pesky nuisance now, and he couldn’t wait any longer to get it off of you. With your legs hiked up on his broad shoulders, he dives into you.

A taste, as it turns out, is an understatement because what Bradley does is devour.

“Oh, fuck…” you gasp sharply at the contact.

With one hand pinning your thigh open, he laps you up in earnest, figuring out the many ways he can make you squirm. Time ceases to exist because it feels like he makes you come in no time, but also he’s been down there forever. But he goes on and on and on until his name comes out in a desperate chant of lust and need.

“Bradley Bradley Bradley…” she grinds shamelessly into his mustache now, an unfamiliar but not unwelcome sensation on your part. “Please, I’m gonna…”

“I know, honey. I got you. It’s okay.” It’s an oddly wholesome thing to say in a moment like this, but maybe you’re a hopeless romantic at heart, because sweet nothings get you off.

Your orgasm strikes like a thunderbolt, and you find yourself arching into his mouth. The more you take, the more he gives—or is it the other way around?— It seems like he takes as much pleasure in it as you do. Maybe even more, as he holds onto you as you squirm away overstimulated.

“Bradley… wait.” You grab a handful of his hair, trembling breathlessly.

His mustache glistens when he comes up for air, and he finally (finally!) takes off his suit jacket as he stands up. He eases up on the throttle and lets you breathe for a second. He rolls up his sleeves to his elbows, watching you spread out like a feast for him. Legs open, bra askew, hair fanned out on the pillow… God, he’s so lucky.

When he returns on top of you, you’re eager to pull him by his belt buckle, but he brushes your hand away. You frown in protest. “But I wanna touch you—”

“It’s not your turn yet, honey,” he chides you teasingly.

“You just had your turn!”

He shrugs, nosing your cheek. “Well, it’s still my turn, so…” Bradley closes the gap again and kisses you openly.

The taste of your arousal on his tongue makes you dizzy, but it can’t distract you from the buzz of his fingers rubbing your devoured pussy, sending shivers down your spine. It’s entirely too much, and you keel over from the contact.

“Somebody’s a little sensitive, huh?” He grins, easing the throttle a little.

“Fuck you…”

“Well, if you say so.” He slides his middle finger in.

“Ohhh… Bradley…” you buck up your hips and moan. But in comes another finger, and you swear it feels like all of him.

He’s wound differently this time, like a man on a mission. With his fingers crooking and stroking your silky walls, beckoning you to come closer, while you grip his shoulders, willing yourself to hold on. But his teeth yanks the edge of your bra to set your nipple free, and his sly tongue finally gets a taste… all resolve goes out the window.

“Come on, honey. I know you got another one in you…” he breathes out, undoing the front clasp of your bra so he can suck your tits with all his might, willing you to come.

And frankly, who are you to say no?

The burst of pleasure hits you from your core to your fingertips. If he wasn’t pinning you down on top of you, you would have probably floated away. But you’re firmly laid on the mattress and feeling everything. Your eyes blink back into focus as you come down from your high.

You pant, staring at him in disbelief. Nobody has ever put that much attention on you in bed before even taking off his clothes. “You got a baseball bat in there or something?”

“Something like that.” He rolls his eyes playfully. Jokingly, you assume.

You take his arm, kissing his wrist, “Can I touch you now?” sticking your tongue out to lick his digits clean of you. Putting on a show as you suck his fingers. “Please?”

He throws his head back and groans. “Fuck.” He can’t resist that doe-eyed look you’re putting on, nor can he resist you undoing his shirt buttons. He can play dominant all he wants, but he knows that the truth of the matter is, he’s all wrapped up around your little finger. “Okay, okay. You win.”

It’s a mess of unbuckling pants, kicking off shoes, and tossing clothes to the floor. Your hand reaches out to trace his gleaming skin, every ridge of his abdomen. You’ve seen the Calvin Klein campaigns and the Men’s Health covers— and gosh, he looks like a dream. But when that thing just springs up to his stomach when he pushes his boxers down…

You didn’t expect him to manifest straight out of your wet dream.

“Holy fuck, you weren’t kidding about your baseball bat,” you breathe out, head tilted as you stare at his thick cock. The vein that runs along the side, the way it curves slightly to the right, the length that makes you clench at the mere thought of it… Fuck, it’s pretty.

Bradley chuckles sheepishly. He knows how big it is, he’s heard all the jokes in the locker room, but hearing it from you hits different. “You scared?”

You should be, a little. But without flinching, you bite your lip and look him in the eye. “Nah, I’m a big girl. I can handle it.”

Gosh, he loves you. He’ll have to remember not to blurt that out too early. “Okay, big girl,” he chuckles, kissing you one last time before rolling off of the bed.

His sudden disappearance out of sight makes you frown. “Where are you—” you prop yourself up on your elbow, seeing him fish out a packet of condom from his trousers pocket, “Right. Safety first.”

Bradley nods, tearing the packet open with his teeth and rolling it on. There’s something so hot about how a man looks just before he fucks someone. “Mm-hm. Gotta make sure we’re both covered.”

“Do I need goggles and a helmet, too?”

He pauses as he straddles your hips. “Maybe next round,” he cheekily quips back. The idea of you wearing nothing but a helmet and safety goggles weirdly makes his cock stir, too. But you’re already lying naked under him, and he doubts that much will deter his hard-on.

Bradley pushes himself into you a little, and your eyes water as you whimper out in a blur of pain and pleasure. And here you thought two of his fingers felt full…

He stops in his tracks, trying to gauge your reaction. He nearly lost his mind over how tightly you’re clenched around him, but he doesn’t want to presume. “Too much?” He asks softly, stroking your cheek.

Your breaths run ragged as you look up at him, almost in awe. “You’re just… so big…”

He laughs breathlessly. He hates to brag, but it’s true. And as much as he’s enjoying the way you flutter under him, he has to ask, “Want me to pull out?” Please say no, please say no, I don’t think I can handle it…

“N-no…” you wrap your arms and legs around him, clinging to him for dear life. “But I don’t know if it’ll fit.”

Bradley smiles at what has to be the most adorable look he’s ever seen from you. He kisses your forehead in reassurance. “I’ll go nice and slow, okay? I promise.”

Feeling this small and vulnerable so soon after meeting someone would usually set all kinds of alarms in your head. You never know how a guy would take it. But in this moment, nestled in the crook of his neck, among the mix of his perfume and aftershave and his natural musk… all you want to do is stay. “Okay,” you nod softly.

“Let’s try again then, hm?” He kisses your temple and whispers in your ear, “Open up, love.”

With a deep breath, you bite back a whimper as you take him deeper, still not quite all the way in. “Hurts…”

Bradley stops again, his concern fully taking over now. “You sure you want me to keep going…?”

“Yes!” You surprise yourself with how quick and desperate you answered him. Your eyes shut, trying to offset the warmth setting over your cheeks, as you make the dirty admission, “I… I like it when it hurts.”

Jesus fucking Christ.

Bradley has to remind himself not to come on the spot, because holy shit. He wouldn’t go this hard on a woman so early in the game, but… his head is dizzy from how innocently you said it. He takes a breath to pull himself together. “Tell me if it’s too much, alright?”

The air is heavy. The room is silent. You can hear the shift in the tension as you smirk, “Yessir.”

There you are, you little devil. Bradley simply grabs you by the hips and bottoms out inside you. Your face goes slack while your cunt tightens around his cock, and it blows his mind.

He starts out slow, torturously so. Stuffing himself inside your crevice and dragging himself out, willing you to feel every inch. Every ridge. Until your body loosens up and twists around in the throes of passion. Your mouth falls open, your little gasps and moans coming and going as he pleases.

The unhurried pace is nice for a few minutes, when you’re still adjusting to his size. But now that he’s snug inside you, you’re simply aching for more. Your hips arch up into him halfway, a little more urgent, disrupting the rhythm with a pleasant stutter.

He notices this and smiles. “So eager… what’s the rush, hm?”

You answer with a groan. He has a penchant for asking you questions you can’t answer, this man. “You feel so good, baby…” you murmur headily, hands desperately grasping on him—his arms, his shoulders, his back…

”You feel even better.” He nips at your pert nipple, relishing in your angelic little filthy cry. Fuck, he can feel the exact motion of your pussy tightening for him. “I’m not gonna last long if you keep doing that…”

”Then don’t.”

His eyes flicker onto yours immediately. You’re gonna be the death of him, he swears…

You grab his hair by the fistful, keeping his gaze. “I want to feel you come inside me.”

”Oh fuck—” he doesn’t stand a chance. His body reacts faster than his brain could compute, and he holds your hips flush against his as he buries himself as deep as he can. Every twitch of his cock sends you reeling, and your pussy clenches and unwinds in your climax, following him down from his high to yours.

Free falling, hand in hand.

Bradley rolls off of you and you would complain, if it weren’t for the way he immediately pulls you into his chest. Thank fuck. You’re not quite ready to untangle from him yet. Not when your breaths still run a bit ragged, as if accidentally catching each other’s. He presses a kiss to your forehead, and it feels unlike your regular out-of-town hookup. No, this one’s different. But not a word is said between you on that for different reasons— each of you holding your cards close to your chest, as close as you’re holding each other.

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Blossoms Of Love (Elliott x Reader)❤️🔞

| Stardew Valley Elliott x fem!reader | Warnings: smut- oral giving and receiving m/f, unprotected p in v, mentions of pregnancy/baby making, lots of fluff. It's your wedding day with none other that Pelican Town's finest flower, Elliott. After the ceremony and reception, you and your newlywed husband decide to really celebrate your marriage, both of you barely able to keep your hands to yourselves. |

“Elliott, we’ve known each other for some time now and I just wanted to say how much I look forward to seeing you each day. You always know how to put a smile on my face and I know I'm the luckiest girl in the world because I get to call you mine. It's not every day that someone this special walks into your life, and I want to spend the rest of mine by your side. So, will you do me the honor of marrying me? You asked, your heart full of love as you pulled out the mermaid pendant you’d bought from the old mariner. You held it up to him with a huge smile on your face.

Elliott’s eyes opened wide and his face became red. “I…I accept!” He grabbed your hands and grinned. “I’ll set everything up. We'll have the ceremony in 3 days, okay?” he cupped your cheek as he placed a kiss on your forehead. “We’re going to make a great pair.” he whispered softly.

The wedding ceremony was perfect. Instead of having it in town, you and Elliott opted for a more scenic beach wedding. There were several rows of folding chairs set up on the beach and the aisle was decorated with rose petals. The altar was a simple white arch decorated with pearls and seashells that Elliott had collected himself and sat on a small wooden platform. You wore a beautiful white mermaid wedding gown with a handsewn veil made by Emily that also had a few pearls and shells adorning it. Heels were out of the question for the ceremony since you were on the beach, but the sand felt wonderful on your bare feet. Your stomach was full of butterflies but despite your nerves, you kept your cool as you walked slowly down the aisle. You met Elliott’s gaze and you saw his breath get taken away at the sight of you. His eyes widened as he watched you move gracefully towards him, his eyes becoming slightly misty. Despite everyone watching you, your attention was solely on each other. Once you were within arm’s reach, Elliott bowed and extended his hand towards you.

Ever the gentleman, you thought to yourself.

Your smile grew wider as you placed your hand in his and let him lead you to stand across from him. You joined hands and looked at Mayor Lewis.

“When Y/n first arrived in Pelican Town, no one knew if they’d fit in with our community.” he began. “But from this day forward, Y/n is going to be as much a part of this town as any of us!”

Elliott gave your hands a small squeeze and you blushed.

“It is my great honor on this day 8 of Fall, to unite Y/n and Elliott in the bonds of marriage.” Lewis continued. “Well let’s get right to it!” he stepped back. “Y/n, Elliott. As the mayor of Pelican Town and regional bearer of the matrimonial seal, I now pronounce you husband and wife! You may kiss.”

Before you could react, Elliott’s hands wrapped themselves around your waist and pulled you closer. Your heart raced in your chest as he effortlessly dipped your body down and captured your lips in a passionate kiss. A few camera flashes went off as your friends and neighbors cheered for you and your new husband. Your lips moved in sync and the hand that was wrapped around your waist gave your form a small squeeze before he lifted you up again. Both your faces were a deep red from the rush and intimacy of the kiss you had shared, your first as newlyweds. Elliott laced his fingers with yours as you walked back down the aisle towards the beach. The cheering and music faded as the two of you strolled down to the docks to have a moment alone, the crisp autumn air gently flowing through his dirty brown locks. A few leaves flowed past you in the breeze, carried off into the sea.

“I can hardly believe it, we’re married now.” you whispered as you looked down at your intertwined hands. Your other hand gently caressed the mermaid pendant around your neck. A sign of Elliott’s never-ending devotion to you.

“You've plucked Pelican Town's finest flower...Now, you must care for it with all your heart.” Elliott tucked a strand of hair behind your ear as he smiled at you. “But I promise to return the love you give me tenfold. You are my inspiration Y/n, my muse, my Calliope. I vow to treasure you for the rest of our days.”

You pulled him in for a hug as the two of you watched the ocean waves gently hit the sand and the docks beneath you. Life was going to be different from now on, but you had very high hopes for the future.

The wedding reception was held at Gus’ saloon an hour later, and everyone from town gathered to celebrate. Your favorite dish along with Elliott’s favorites, lobster and crab cakes, were on the menu, as well as several flavors of beer, mead and wine that you’d been saving in preparation for your big day. Many of the ingredients used to cook and brew for the feast had come from your farm, and Elliott could not have been more proud of all the hard work you’d put into the reception. You and Elliott shared your first dance together, your eyes never leaving one anothers. Elliott was a very good dancer and it showed as he expertly twirled you around to the rhythm of the song. Your husband’s gaze never left you as the two of you danced, and occasionally he would pull you in closer to whisper sweet poetry in your ear. After the dance, you went to mingle with your friends, showing off the gorgeous pendant around your neck as well as your beautifully tailored dress that hugged every one of your curves.

“Elliott is so lucky to call you his wife.” Leah smiled as she gave you a small hug. “You two look so happy together!”

“I’ve never met anyone who makes me feel the way he does,” you admitted, your cheeks turning pink. “I really love him.”

“He wouldn’t shut up about you when you first met, you were all he would talk about sometimes, especially after you guys made it official. I know he feels the same because he can barely keep his eyes off you even right now.” she whispered with a giggle.

Sure enough, your gaze wandered around the room until they landed on your husband who was already admiring you from afar. He was sitting at the bar counter with a glass of mead in hand and a rather seductive look on his face. When your eyes met, he gave you a small wink that sent a wave of heat straight to your core. As much as you enjoyed celebrating with everyone, you were secretly desperate to get back to the farmhouse and feel his lips all over your body. You knew he was thinking about it too. Even though he made no facial expressions, the look in his eye was telling you that he couldn’t wait to have his way with you. Your arousal combined with the alcohol you’d consumed was making your head swim. Being the center of attention meant you couldn’t sneak away so you’d have to endure until the party was over. Maybe stuffing your face with all the delicious food would distract you?

“Leah!” Elliott’s voice rang out as he made his way over to you both. “Thank you for being here on our special day, it means the world.” Elliott’s arm made its way around your waist and your knees nearly buckled. The feeling of his body next to yours mixed with his aroma of sea salt, leather, and cologne was enough to drive you mad. You could feel the heat rising in your cheeks and your heart began beating faster with just his touch. God, this man would be the death of you.

“Of course, you guys make such a beautiful couple! And I bet you’ll make even cuter babies in the future.” she winked and Elliott laughed, his grip slightly tightening on you.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck, you thought as your desperation grew. You knew just a few moments away from everyone wouldn’t be sufficient enough to quell your thirst for Elliott, but maybe it could provide some temporary relief.

“Indeed, now if you’ll excuse us I’d like to have a private word with Y/n.”

Leah nodded and waved as she left to go get some food. Elliott held out his arm for you to grab onto as he led you over to the corner of the room, slightly away from the crowd. Once you were far enough away, he unhooked his arm from yours and moved to stand behind you, both of you facing towards your friends and family.

“My dear, you look positively radiant in this. But I can’t help but wonder what you look like underneath it all?” he murmured seductively. Your back was flush against his chest as he leaned over to whisper in your ear, his soft hair falling over his shoulders, tickling your neck. “I’ve been watching you from across the room, and I can’t hardly contain myself.” he growled and you felt him press his hips against you, his erection very noticeable. He placed his hand on your hip and gently pressed your butt against the bulge in his pants. “Can you feel what you do to me Y/N? How my body calls to yours, desperate to be one with you?” he whispered as he discreetly grinded himself against your curves.

You sighed with pleasure, your own arousal now impossible to ignore. “Elliott…” you quietly moaned, your voice breathy and barely audible. You felt your body leaning into his, feeling his erection grow harder by the minute. “I wish we could sneak away from all this to have a private moment together, I’m craving your touch.”

“I know my love.” Elliott pressed a kiss into your temple and sighed, taking in the scent of your hair and perfume. “Just a little longer and then we can take our leave and really start celebrating our marriage. When you’re ready, come join me back on the dance floor. I’ll be waiting patiently.” he kissed the nape of your neck and you shivered. Elliot went back towards the party, mingling with everyone with ease as if he hadn’t just turned your legs to jelly with his words.

You felt cold and hollow without his touch. You took a few deep breaths to gather your composure before returning to your friends. As you approached, Gus flagged you down.

“Hey Y/n, congrats again! Can I get the bride something to drink?”

You looked at the bottles of wine behind Gus, scanning each one briefly. Perhaps the alcohol would provide a distraction until you could finally be alone with Elliott. You pointed to one of the bottles and smiled. “May I have a glass of (favorite fruit) wine please?”

“Coming right up!” Gus smiled and went to pour you a rather full glass, which you were very thankful for. Once Gus came back with your drink, you chugged it all, much to his surprise. You finished quickly and set the glass down on the bar counter. “I think it’s time for another dance or two.” you said with a smile, your face glowing from the alcohol coursing through your system.

You found Elliott again on the dance floor and he immediately took you in his arms and began swaying with you back and forth.

“I wasn’t expecting you to join me so soon my dear, not that I’m complaining.” he kissed your hand and laced his fingers with yours.

“Well, a heaping glass of wine gave me some extra courage, so I’m ready to keep celebrating with my lovely husband.” you said as you swayed with Elliott.

“Oh my dear,” he said with a sly smile. “The celebration hasn’t truly begun yet.”

You and Elliott continued to dance, drink, and laugh with your friends as the party continued. When it came time to cut the cake, you and Elliott agreed not to smear each other’s faces with the frosting. He had put a lot of time and effort into his hair and you didn’t want your makeup or dress to get ruined. Instead, you fed each other the first bite of cake. A small but intimate gesture.

“Y/n dear, you have some frosting leftover on you. May I?” Elliott asked and you nodded. He gently swept his thumb across your bottom lip to wipe away the frosting, but just as he was about to pull his finger back you captured it in your lips and sucked the sweet icing clean. You made eye contact with him as you finished cleaning off his thumb, and you heard him curse under his breath.

“Mmmm, it’s delicious.” you practically moaned and you noticed Elliott tug at the belt of his pants to adjust them discreetly.

He gave you a knowing smile as he kissed your cheek. “Such a tease you are, I’ll remember that for later.” he whispered as he pulled back.

Another shiver ran down your spine at his sensual words. You feared you would die from anticipation alone before the night was over. You and Elliott handed out pieces of cake until everyone had a slice and you could sit down at your table again. The cake was delicious. Elliott had made sure to get your favorite flavor, another small gesture of his love for you. As you finished your slice, Elliott placed his hand on the small of your back.

“I'll let everyone know that we’re retiring to our house for the evening soon. Come say your goodbyes when you’ve finished your slice.” he said before standing up to thank everyone for coming.

After you both had made your rounds, you left hand in hand towards the farm. The sun had set and the sky was filled with stars on your walk home. Since there wasn’t too much light pollution it was easier to see all of the stars, and occasionally some planets, lighting up the night. The peaceful chirps of the birds combined with the gentle breeze was soothing, and you counted your lucky stars that you’d taken the leap of faith to move here and start over. It had only been a few years since you’d come to Pelican Town, but it was starting to really feel like home.

Home.

Your old farmhouse wouldn’t be so lonely now. You could fall asleep and wake up next to your best friend and lover every day. The farm chores wouldn’t be so daunting anymore since Elliott had offered to help when he could, and you felt as though you could take on the world as long as you had each other. As you walked up the front steps of the house, Elliott held up his hand to stop you. He opened the door and turned to face you. “Allow me, my dear.” he scooped you up off your feet and carried you through the threshold of the door, his lips finding yours again. Once he broke off the kiss, he set you down and closed the door behind you.

“Home sweet home.” you said as you flicked on a few of the lights and kicked off your heels.

“Indeed. Let me get a fire started for us, my love.” Elliott kissed your cheek and went over to the fireplace to add some wood.

You walked into your bedroom and turned on the lights. You took off your veil and placed it on your vanity while your earrings and other jewelry went into a small heart shaped box that Elliott had gotten you for your birthday. Your hands went up to the mermaid pendant around your neck again and your fingers brushed across the surface. You’d never take this off, it was a symbol of your marriage to Elliott and it meant the world to you. Even after several hours of partying, you looked like a dream. Your hair had been styled perfectly by Abigail and your makeup looked professionally done, thanks to Haley.

“From the brightest winter star, to a fragrant fairy rose...Nothing can compare with your captivating beauty.” Elliot purred as he wrapped his arms around your waist. You hadn’t noticed him enter the room, you were so lost in your thoughts.

You turned around and pulled him in for a slow, passionate kiss. Your hands found their way into his hair as you pulled him in closer. God, you needed him so badly. Your mind was hazy and the only thing on it was your lover’s body.

“Your kisses are hungry and desperate my dear,” he whispered as he pulled back slightly. “Could it be that you’re feeling the heat of our passion too?”

“Your touch sends sparks across my skin,” you confessed, your voice a breathy moan. “It was torture watching you eye-fuck me from across the room. I could barely keep my composure.”

“And you nearly had me on my knees when you cleaned the frosting off my finger. Don’t think I forgot about that little escapade of yours.” Elliot’s hands found the zipper of your dress and slowly unzipped it, letting the garment fall to the floor and pool around your ankles. You got goosebumps from the slight chill in the air, and from the look on Elliott’s face as he drank in your nearly naked form. Your nipples were hard from your arousal as well as the cool autumn weather. Elliott’s hands gently cupped your breasts, his fingers toying with your sensitive buds as you let out a sigh. He placed a few kisses in between them and then slowly ran his tongue over your left nipple, which caused you to whimper.

“Now that we’re alone,” Elliott stood back up to meet your gaze. “I plan on showing you all the things I was imagining doing to you.” he took your hand and led you to the edge of your bed, gesturing for you to sit down. You looked down at him with a lustful gaze as he kneeled down and began leaving kisses from your ankle up to your calf, past your knee, up your thigh until he reached the garter and pulled it off with his teeth. Shivers cascaded down your spine as he took it off, never breaking eye contact as he did. Once it was off, he returned to kissing his way up your legs, giving both equal attention as he made his way closer and closer to your cunt. “Elliott,” you moaned out when his mouth brushed against your clothed core.

He chuckled deeply as he pulled away. “My dear, you’re positively soaked. Did I do this to you?”

“Yes, you turn me on immensely.” you admitted. He’d always had such a way with words, it felt like you were in his romance book sometimes. You wondered if he knew the effect he had on you, but from how wet and desperate you were, you were sure he was already aware.

His gentle fingers grasped the waist of your underwear and with one swift motion, he tore them off you, discarding them somewhere across the room. Now that you were completely exposed to him, he could truly see the effect he had on you. Your cunt was dripping in arousal and you nearly came when his thumb circled around your hole.

“Goodness my love, I could slip in so easily right now if I wanted to.”

You whimpered at his words, imagining his length slowly entering you.

“But, we’re in no rush and I plan on taking my time with you tonight. All of Pelican Town will know that you belong to me when I’m finished.”

You and Elliott had been intimate before, but this was on another level. The sparkle in his eyes was dangerous. He looked like he would devour you whole and have your orgasms crashing over you in waves, again and again. You knew exactly what he was capable of, or at least you thought you did.

Elliott slipped his finger inside you and you threw your head back, a loud moan escaping your lips.

“F-fuck Elliott…” you cried out as he stroked your sensitive walls.

“That’s it my dear, tell me how good it feels.” his breath was hot against your soft skin. “Don’t hold anything back.”

“So good…” you whined desperately. “More, please I need more.” you gasped and rocked your hips.

“As you wish,” Elliott complied and added a second finger inside you. He curled them up over and over again and your hips moved with his motions.

“Oh god, oh fuck!” you moaned as he fucked you with his long, experienced fingers. They brushed against that delicious spot inside you that made you buck your hips wildly. Just as you felt yourself approaching your orgasm, Elliott pulled his fingers out and you groaned at the loss of friction.

“I was close, why’d you stop?” you pouted. Your disappointment only lasted for a second before you felt his tongue lap at your clit. A strangled cry escaped your throat as you threw your head back, the pleasure dizzying.

“Is this better my love?” Elliott purred as he sat back on his heels, quickly tying his hair up before diving back in between your legs. He ate you out like a starved man, licking stripes up and down your cunt and then switching to sucking on your clit with no indication of stopping. Even though it felt like you’d died and gone to heaven, your body began squirming away from him, the pleasure too intense. Elliott slipped his arms under your legs and around your thighs to spread your legs apart father, giving him more access to your most sensitive spots. At the same time, he held you down so you couldn’t squirm away from him.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Elliott said in a low tone and his grip around your legs tightened. “You’re going to stay put and take everything I have to give you. I told you I’d remember that naughty thing you did in front of everyone earlier, and I meant it.” he pushed your hips up and slipped his tongue inside you.

“Oh god!” you moaned as Elliott flicked his tongue in and out of you while one of his hands moved to finger your clit. Your cunt spasmed around his tongue and you swore you felt him smile as he made no indication of stopping. Your orgasm was rapidly approaching and it seemed like Elliott could tell because he briefly stopped eating you out to make eye contact with you. “You’re close again aren’t you my dear? Don’t worry, I’ve got you. I want to hear you come undone.” then his mouth was back to work, licking and sucking while his fingers penetrated you. It was like he’d memorized everything about your body and what made you tick.

As you came, you sang his name over and over like a prayer. Elliott hummed against your pussy in content, which only fueled the fire in between your legs. You saw stars as you clenched around his fingers and covered his chin in your release. His actions never ceased even after you had come down from your high.

“You taste divine my dear, I can’t get enough of you.” Elliott purred, still licking and kissing your clit. “I want you to cum for me again.”

“I-I can’t…” you panted, your brain still hazy from your first orgasm. Even though you’d already had one of the most intense climaxes of your life, you could feel that knot already beginning to form again with Elliott’s actions and words.

“Yes you can love, I can feel your arousal building again.” Elliott slowed his pace and gazed up at you from in between your legs. “Tell me what you need, and I’ll do it. I am yours to use.”

“Need your fingers back inside me,” you mewled. “And your mouth, suck on my clit.”

“As you wish my dear.” Elliott murmured. His lips returned to your sensitive bud and began sucking and licking, while his pointer and middle fingers pumped in and out of your pussy.

“Yes, just like that! Oh Elliott, I’m getting close again.” you whined as you instinctively grabbed a fist full of his hair and tugged hard.

Elliott practically growled at your actions and began sucking and licking you faster. His fingers curled up and down again, and the other hand that was holding you in place gripped your thigh even tighter. With one, two, three more pumps you wrapped your legs around his head to work yourself through your second (and somehow more intense) orgasm, not caring if you were accidentally suffocating him. Once the ripples of pleasure had ceased, you fell back on the mattress, your body spent.

Elliott rose to his feet and slowly unbuttoned his shirt. “You did so well for me Y/n, and you look absolutely divine like this, your face flush with pleasure.”

You sat up to watch him shrug his shirt off, his gorgeous chest exposed to you. Without a word, you slid off the bed and kneeled in front of him. It was time for you to return the favor. Elliott raised an eyebrow at your actions but did nothing to stop you. His cheeks turned pink as you made quick work of his belt and pants, before finally freeing his cock from the confines of his boxers. The tip was slightly red and sticky with precum.

“Is this just from eating me out?” you teased as you ran your thumb across the head.

Elliott grunted and instinctively rolled his hips as you continued to run your finger over his cock. “I can’t help it, hearing your moans of pleasure is like sweet music to me.” he said in a low, sultry tone.

Now it was your turn to blush. Elliott’s words turned you on to no end, leaving you flustered and desperate for more. Without breaking eye contact, you slowly licked up his shaft, sending shivers through Elliott’s body.

“Y/n…” he groaned as you continued to lick and kiss his cock. He reached out to cup your cheek, looking down at you with adoration and lust.

Without warning you took his entire length in your mouth and down your throat until your nose was buried in his bush. You hollowed out your mouth to accommodate him and started bobbing your head up and down.

“Oh fuck, your mouth feels amazing my dear.” Elliott grunted, his chest heaving up and down. He ran his hands through your hair but did not push your head down at all. Instead, he completely surrendered to you, letting you work his cock how you wanted to. He could feel his orgasm approaching with your actions, and fought the urge to buck his hips. Elliott ate pussy for his own pleasure, and feeling you cum twice from his mouth and fingers had gotten him quite worked up. As heavenly as your lips felt around him, he planned on filling your cunt with his cum tonight. He gently tapped your chin, your signal to stop so he could pull out of your mouth.

You released him with a pop as the head of his dick twitched when it came out of your mouth.

“Come here love,” Elliott extended a hand to help you off your knees. As you stood, he wrapped his hands around your waist and lifted you up into his arms. You wrapped your legs around him and your arms around his neck, a small squeal of excitement escaping your lips. Elliott laid you down gently and climbed on top of you to leave little love bites down your neck and breasts. As his mouth sucked on one of your nipples, he teased the other with his fingers.

“I long to be inside you my sweet, are you ready?” he asked as he continued to kiss and nip at your soft skin.

“Yes I am, I’ve been ready since I saw you this afternoon as I walked down the aisle.” you kissed his nose as you gazed into his loving eyes. “Please Elliott, I want you inside me.”

Your words nearly made him cum right then and there, and he felt his cock twitch again, desperate for more. “There’s nowhere I’d rather be Y/n.” he said and slowly pushed inside you.

Both of you let out a few moans and a string of curses at the feeling of him entering your cunt, neither of you breaking eye contact during this intimate moment. Once Elliott was fully inside you, he kissed you again, this time slower and more sensual. You could taste your own release on his lips, a slightly sweet and tangy flavor. After a few moments, you broke the kiss and caressed his cheek. “You can move now.” you said.

Elliott nodded and slowly pulled out just to the tip of his cock before snapping his hips and entering you again. You moaned again and wrapped your legs around his hips to give him a deeper angle. He continued thrusting his hips at a steady rhythm as your grunts and moans filled the air.

“You feel wonderful dear, squeezing me with each thrust.” Elliott’s eyes were filled with love and lust as he watched your climax building for the third time. He picked up his pace a little, chasing his own orgasm while making sure you were feeling just as good as he did.

“Elliott…” you moaned as his hips pumped into you. “You make me feel so good. I can’t get enough of you.”

“Neither can I. You’re intoxicating my love, my appetite for you is insatiable.” he groaned as he felt your pussy walls flutter around him. Elliott loved seeing, hearing, and feeling the effect he had on you. He loved taking you in missionary so he could see your beautiful face contorted with pleasure, knowing that he alone was the reason for your ecstasy. He would not cum until he knew you were right there on the edge with him, but from how erratic your breaths had become and the increasing tightness of your cunt, he knew you were getting close.

“I’m close again,” your eyes fluttered shut as you moaned.

“Me too, my love.” Elliott grunted, feeling his own orgasm quickly approaching. “I want to fill your gorgeous pussy with my cum, is that alright?” he asked breathlessly.

Your face turned even redder if that was possible. You and Elliott had always used protection, but it seemed to have slipped your mind this time around. “But what if I-”

“I would happily let you make me a father if you wanted to, the choice is yours.” Elliott admitted as he smiled down at you. “Just say the word my dear.”

“Cum inside me.” you whined and squeezed his hips with your thighs. “I want to carry your baby.”

Any semblance of composure was shattered by your words as Elliott moaned loudly and picked up his pace again, his hips now snapping into you fast and hard. He pressed his forehead to yours and groaned again, his rhythm faltering slightly. “Cum with me Y/n, I want to feel our bodies climax together. I’m right there, fuck!”

“Mmmm, Elliott! I’m gonna cum!” you cried out. You felt your walls spasm once more around his cock as you covered him with your release, lewd noises filling the air with each thrust. As you clenched down around Elliott’s cock, his own orgasm ripped through him with a ferocity he hadn’t felt before.

“Oh fuck, Y/n I’m cumming too!” he groaned loudly as his hot seed shot into you, rope after rope filling your cunt. Elliott collapsed on top of you once he’d finished, but continued to lazily pump his hips into you until the intensity of his climax had faded.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and reached up to untie his hair again so it could fall over his shoulders. One of your hands ran through his hair while the other rubbed his back soothingly. You buried your nose in the crook of Elliott’s neck and inhaled his wonderful scent again. “That was…”

“Intense?” he asked, slightly lifting his head to meet your gaze.

“More than that. It was amazing.” you smiled and kissed him. “No one’s ever made me feel that good before.”

“Then I am honored to have been the first to do so.” Elliott slowly lifted himself off of you. His now soft cock slipped out of you and you both softly groaned at the feeling. He gathered you in his arms and moved your bodies under the sheets together. You laid your head on his chest as he gently stroked your hair. After a few moments of silence, he spoke up again. “I meant what I said earlier, about having a child with you Y/n. I wasn’t ever sure I’d be cut out to be a parent, but if that's where life decides to take us, I promise I’ll work hard to be the best dad our little bundle of joy could ask for.”

“Oh Elliott,” you met his gaze and caressed his cheek. “I know you’d make an excellent dad someday, I have no doubt about that. I’m glad you meant it because I think I’d also like to have a baby with you. I know they’d turn out just fine as long as they’re half as kind and amazing as you are.”

“You flatter me my dear. I’m glad you feel the same as I do. I love you Y/n, with every fiber of my being.”

You pulled him in for another kiss. “And I love you with all my heart.” you whispered and hugged your husband tight.

Whatever life had in store, neither of you had a doubt that everything would turn out just fine, as long as you had each other.

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