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Like A Melody | ljh x f!reader

Rating: M (18+) | WC: ~3.9k | Pairing: ljh x f!reader | genre: smut

Jihoon has fucked you in his studio before, but never like this.

Warnings: dom!jihoon, studio sex, biting, hair pulling, grinding, cumming in pants, multiple orgasms, oral f. rec., fingering, recorded sex (just voices), male masturbation, praise kink, piv sex, creampie

Reader Notes: chubby, has breasts and a vagina, subby

Jihoon needs to take a break. 

He desperately needs to take a break, and he knows this, so why can’t he do it?

He’s been working on music for hours; his fingers are starting to cramp from plucking guitar strings and pressing down piano keys, his throat is sore from trying lyric after lyric, and his hair is a mess from his fingers running through it every other minute. His eyes are exhausted, the blue light lenses in his glasses only doing so much. Even his back hurts, which rarely happens now that he lifts so heavy. 

But he just can’t make himself quit, which is why he breathes a sigh of relief when he hears the knock. It’s soft, just like you, and he calls out a quiet, “Come in,” feeling the smile stretch his lips as soon as your sweet face peeks through the slowly opening door. 

“Are you busy?” You ask apprehensively, your eyes darting between his face and his computer. 

He can’t take a break for himself but he can for you, so he says, “Not at all, baby,” and pulls his glasses off, minimizing his music production software. Pushing away from his desk, he turns his chair to face you and holds his hand out, waiting for you to come closer and take it. He just holds your hand for a minute, staring up at you with tired eyes and letting them blink closed when you lean down and press your lips to his. 

Kissing you is as easy as loving you. It’s one of the few times in his life where he can shut his brain off and just feel, because every movement comes naturally to him. Dancing and singing do too, of course, but he has to count beats and remember words and keep every next move in mind. 

With you, Jihoon can just do what feels right. Like taking hold of your knee with his free hand and pulling until you give in and straddle him in his chair. He loves how plush and perfect you feel against him, all of his sharp edges rounded out by your curves, and he loves even more having your weight on him. 

He can take it, he can take you, and he likes to remind you at every opportunity. 

Sliding lower in the chair, he pulls your hips into his to let you feel his hardening dick, his hand flexing in yours when you grind down. He can feel how hot you are through your little pajama shorts, and if he knows you at all, you’re wet already. He works his fingers free of yours to slide them between your legs, pulling your shorts and panties to the side so he can feel you through his thin athletic pants. 

Your arousal soaks the fabric as soon as he thrusts up into you, making him let out a small laugh against your lips. You pout in response and mutter, “Shut up,” still working your hips against his. 

“Didn’t say anything, baby,” he teases, smirking up at you and squeezing your lush hips with both hands. You sink yours into his hair and pull, and suddenly, nothing is funny. His hips buck against yours as his cock twitches, precum leaking from the head adding to the wet patch on his lap. 

Your hips roll into his and he starts to throb, his dick pulsing in time with his heart. He can’t let you keep going or you’ll make him cum in his pants, or maybe… he could? 

Should he? 

It makes you feel good to make him feel good, and you always have a little pep in your step after he lets you make him cum first. He’s also desperate to get his mouth on you, and you’ll be more inclined to let him take care of you if he’s already taken care of. 

With his mind made up, he pulls you down onto his cock and grinds into you, exhaling a moan against your mouth when you tug on his hair again. You love it this length, you’ve told him, and he’s going to keep it like this for as long as he possibly can. Partially for you, mostly because he fucking adores having you brush it and play with it and braid it. 

He gets to be so close to you, and your fingers in his hair feel heavenly, even (especially) when you get a little rough. 

His scalp stings with the next pull and it sends a shiver down his spine, ending in a sharp buck of his hips. He stretches his thumbs out to pull your pussy apart so he can grind into your clit, hoping to take you over the edge with him. 

He’s getting close already, and you’re so wet, he can feel every inch of your cunt like there’s nothing separating him from you. Soon enough, there will be nothing, and he’ll be able to lick and suck and kiss you as much as he wants. 

You bite his lip and drag your nails over his scalp, and that’s it for him. 

His brain goes offline and his hips stutter against yours, a low groan leaving his open mouth as his dick twitches and jerks, streaks of cum splattering the inside of his pants. Your hips don’t stop moving until he stops them himself, his harsh grip dimpling your flesh. 

“Fuck,” Jihoon sighs, blinking his eyes open to find you beaming at him. 

He can only smile wryly at you in response, shaking his head and letting go of your hips to grab you by the waist. 

“Up you go,” he pushes, hefting you up to sit on his keyboard, discordant notes filling the studio until he leans forward and presses mute. 

“Are you su-”

“I’ve literally dreamed about this,” he tells you, for the first time. 

“You have?” You almost sound like you don’t believe him, and Jihoon simply can’t have that.

“Yes. I’ve dreamed about spreading you out on my desk just like this,” he shoulders his way between your legs. “And kissing up these thighs,” he presses his mouth to your soft skin, digging his teeth in only once, though he wants to leave you covered in bite marks. 

“And feeling them squeeze my head when I finally get you on my tongue,” he leans in and licks from your cunt to your clit, fighting a smile when your thighs snap closed just like he knew they would. 

He wants to talk to you more but he can’t pull himself away from your pussy, can’t make his mouth form words when he’s so busy using it on you. And honestly, his priority is keeping it on you, for as long as he possibly can. 

Between work and sleep, he doesn’t get to taste you nearly as often as he wants to, and now that he actually is between work and sleep, he plans on making the most of it. By shoving his tongue inside you over and over, by wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking until you cry, by groaning and humming into you both so you can feel the vibrations and to voice his obsession with your pussy. 

And Jihoon is obsessed with your pussy, make no mistake. If he didn’t love his job so much, he’d quit and spend all his time worshiping you, taking care of you, loving you. He honestly thinks he’d make a killer house husband, and someday, when he retires, he plans on becoming one. 

He can imagine it now, cleaning and working out and sleeping until you come home, then feeding you and fucking you till the sun sets, reading to you and massaging away any soreness before wrapping you up in his arms and falling to sleep together. He can still make music while you’re gone, but he won’t be jetting off or practicing for hours on end anymore. 

He’s not ready for that now, but for a distant dream, it’s pretty enticing. 

Even more enticing is the paradise between your thighs; the taste of you, the scent of you, the feel of you clouding his mind. He can barely breathe but that doesn’t matter, not when you’re moving with his tongue like this, grinding your hips onto his face as he sucks and sucks and sucks at your swollen little clit. 

He wishes he could record the sounds coming out of your mouth, wishes he could play them back to you, watch you squirm and feel you flush at the sheer debauchery of them. It occurs to him that he could, but he’d have to pull away from you enough to ask and he’s unable to do so at the moment. 

You’re just too hot and wet and perfect for him to stop for even a second, so he’ll save that idea for another time and focus on making you cum for him now. He can tell you’re getting close, by the way your thighs shudder against his ears, by the keen you let out when he sucks hard enough to hollow his cheeks, by the hand you sink into his hair to hold him to you, as if he’d ever want to leave. 

All it takes is a groan and a shake of his head and you’re cumming, your arousal leaking all over his chin and dripping down his throat to soak into the neckline of his t-shirt. He’ll take it off as soon as he gains the will to detach himself from you. 

It doesn’t come to him until his eyes travel up your body and catch on the way your tits heave in your sleep tank. He wants to see them, feel them, taste them, bury his face in them. 

Finally, he stands and rips off his shirt, leaning over you and waiting for you to raise your arms before tugging your top off and throwing it to the side. He takes a second to appreciate your bare breasts, the shape and weight of them intoxicating, and then shoves his face between them, licking over to one nipple and opening his mouth around it with a groan. 

He fucking loves your tits, and he shows you just how much with his lips and his teeth and his tongue, one thigh between yours to hold them open for his searching fingers. They find your clit with practiced ease and start to rub staccato circles, chasing you when your hips buck in sensitivity. 

He covers your other breast with his free hand, squeezing and brushing his thumb over your pebbled nipple as he sucks at its twin. You must have already showered, your skin tasting like your honey and cocoa butter lotion, and he can’t get enough, his head filling with clouds and images of you dripping wet and running your hands all over your body. 

He’s gotten you messy again, but he’s sure you knew what you were doing when you knocked on his studio door. This is almost always how you end up when you come to check on him, his hunger for you insatiable, incurable. 

How could he ever get enough of you when you’re this luscious, this sweet, this perfect? His mouth strays from your breast to your stomach, his lips tracing your rolls and stretch marks and cute little belly button before he sinks back down into his chair. He pushes your legs apart with a firm hand and replaces his fingers with his tongue, gliding it over you and sliding his fingers down to your entrance. 

He fills you with them slowly even as your cunt flutters and squeezes, wanting them deeper already. He’ll give you what you want, he always does, but first he’ll tease you a little bit. Not to be mean, or to punish you for something, but because he fucking loves to hear you beg. 

It always takes you a little push to lose your shyness, to find your voice, and this time, his push comes in the form of three fingers stretching your entrance open, sinking in only to the first knuckle. Your hips roll into his hand and his free one flies up to hold them still, his arm banding over your lap to hold you down so he can fill you at his pace. 

He goes much slower than he knows you would prefer, and he presses his smile into your clit when you finally break down. 

“Jihoon, please, I’ve been so good for you,” you whine, and he feels the heat spread from head to toe as he realizes it’s one of those nights. The kind where you need him to take control, to be rough with you, to reward you when you’ve earned it. 

And you have earned it, so he lets his fingers fill you, pushing them in all the way and murmuring into your clit, “You have been good, baby. I’ll give you what you need, promise.”

You just whimper, your head tilting back on your neck when he scissors his fingers apart and your walls clinging to them as he pulls them out to the tip. “Eyes on me, baby.”

He waits for you to return your gaze to his before pushing his fingers back inside of you and beginning to fuck you with them, his lips pursing around your clit and sucking with every thrust. Your pussy is so fucking hot and wet around his fingers, it makes him moan into you, just the thought of feeling you wrapped around his cock enough to reawaken it. 

It twitches in his damp boxers when a curl of his fingers beckons forth a rush of wetness and a sharp keen, one that echoes in his mind like a looped track.  

“Baby, can I record you?” 

He asks before he can stop himself, but now that it’s out in the air, he won’t take it back. He rests his cheek against your thigh as he waits, his heart pounding and his dick throbbing. 

“Um, sure?” You don’t sound certain, and Jihoon doesn’t want you to regret anything. He can always delete them, but he doesn’t want you to do something you’re not comfortable with. 

“You don’t have to say yes, Y/n. I just think it would be… really fucking hot. Having your voice on file, being able to listen to you whenever I want, using your sounds in songs that will never be heard by anyone but us.”

You squirm under his forearm and clench around his fingers, and he believes you when you say, “Do it, Jihoon. Record me.”

His lips stretch in a broad, genuine smile and he reaches for the computer mouse, opening his recording software and clicking the red button. 

He watches little waves form on the baseline, curls his fingers, grinds them into the rough patch inside of you, and arches an eyebrow. You gasp weakly, seemingly shy now that your noises are being picked up by something other than his ears. 

Jihoon can be patient though, knows that soon enough, he’ll make you forget all about it. 

You’re still being good, holding eye contact and keeping your thighs spread for him, so he rewards you with his mouth around your clit, a heavy suck startling a moan from your parted lips. He fights a smile, his lips pursing and pulling at the swollen bundle of nerves, and starts to hum, knowing you love the vibrations. 

He can’t see the software from here but the wave must spike because you let out a sharp cry, your nails scratching at the edge of his desk until he takes your hands and puts them on his head. Your fingers delve into his hair and you pull his face into your pussy, and he knows he’s got you. 

He didn’t really consider the mic picking up his own noises but he’s sure it is, his grunts and groans audible even with your thighs pressed to his ears. He can’t stop though, can’t hold them in when you taste so fucking good, when your cunt is searing hot and soaking wet under his mouth, when your nails are scratching at his scalp and sending zaps of electricity down his spine. 

They all end in his cock, and he feels it jerk against the waistband of his boxers. He’s tired of them, removes his arm from your hips to shove them and his pants down, groaning loudly when his cock pops out into the open air. It’s sticky with cum and hard enough to hurt, and he can’t resist taking hold of it with his free hand, squeezing hard at the base to ease some of the ache. 

His fingers thrust into you as he strokes his dick, the slick sounds loud in his studio, and you crane your neck, your eyes searching until they find his hand at work. 

“Fuck, Jihoon, I want you inside of me,” you whine breathlessly, trying to pull him off your cunt by the hair. That just makes him moan into you, makes his cock jump in his grasp, makes him fuck his fingers into you harder. 

“Cum for me first,” he demands, determined to get at least two orgasms on this file for mixing purposes. It seems he’s still a producer even when he’s trying to just be a boyfriend. 

You pout but listen well, your cries reaching a fever pitch as your pussy flutters around his fingers, arousal spilling out of you and dripping between the keys of his keyboard. He may have to buy a new one, but that’s a problem for future Jihoon, and a problem he would be lucky to have. 

“Perfect, baby, that was perfect,” he murmurs in a low tone, wanting your voice to be the focal point. 

“Will you fuck me now?” You pant, reaching down to smooth your fingers over the head of his cock, making him shiver and swallow a groan. 

“Yeah, baby, I’ll fuck you now,” he whispers, standing from the chair and pulling away from you to tug you off his desk. Your knees shake when you get your feet under you and he smirks, cupping your cheek and pressing a kiss to your lips before taking you by the hips and turning you around. 

He squeezes your shoulder and starts pushing you down, letting you bend over the rest of the way by yourself. You fold your arms under your head, resting your cheek on them so you can watch as he guides his dick to your cunt and sinks inside. 

You’re stretched out enough to take him easily, your walls forming to his cock and gripping it tightly. You’re such a perfect fucking fit for him, it’s like you were made for one another, like your bodies were designed to match. It blows his mind every single time he has the privilege of being inside of you. 

He’s reluctant to leave you and you’re reluctant to let him, but pulling out means he can thrust back in. He keeps one hand on your shoulder and drops the other to your hip, clutching at it like a lifeline as he starts to fuck you in earnest. 

His hips smack into your plush ass rhythmically, the sound causing sharp spikes on the waveform graph and acting as the perfect percussion to the moans and whimpers escaping you. The mic is right by your mouth and he knows they’re being picked up beautifully, butterflies gathering in his stomach just at the thought of getting to hear them through his headphones. 

“Sound so fuckin’ pretty, baby,” he grunts, angling his hips up to hit your g-spot and smirking when you yelp at the sensation. Your back arches, your stomach pressing into his keyboard and your hips pressing into his, and he just holds you tighter, fucks into you harder. 

Your pussy undulates around him as his hand slides from your shoulder to join the other at your hip, both of them gripping your ass and spreading you apart so he can watch his cock enter you again and again. It’s a sight he’ll never get tired of, a feeling he’ll never get used to, a gift he’ll never truly deserve. 

It’s what will send him over the edge, just as long as he makes you fall first. He already came before you once and he doesn’t plan on doing so again for a long time, but he needs to get you there soon or he won’t have a choice. 

One of his hands slips around your waist to dive between your legs, his fingers finding your sensitive clit and starting to strum it as he fills you over and over. You whimper and tremble against him, your cunt fluttering wildly around his aching cock and your hand flying down to grasp his wrist like you think he’ll pull away. 

He doesn’t intend to, honestly wouldn’t mind being attached to you like this for the rest of his life, knows already that he wants to spend it with you. 

His fingers get rougher on your clit and his hips move on autopilot as his brain empties, his balls aching to do the same. “Please cum, fuck. Baby, please fucking cum.”

Jihoon should have known he’d be the one begging you at the end of the night. 

Thankfully, you like to indulge him, your pussy locking him in place as you cum with a loud cry, followed by gasping sobs of his name when he doesn’t stop fucking you. He’s right there, he’s right fucking-

“Jihoon, cum inside me. Fill me up, I want it,” you whimper, pressing your ass into his hips and squeezing your inner muscles around his throbbing cock, and that’s the end for him. 

He drops down to cover your body with his as he breaks apart, his own moans and whimpers registering on the graph alongside yours and his cum flooding into you in pulses. His hand leaves your clit so he can wrap his arm around your waist in a hug, his cheek pressed to your back and his other hand finding yours. 

He tangles your fingers together and rises up, pulling you with him and sitting heavily in his chair. He’s still hard enough his cock doesn’t slip out, and he leans you to the side so he can cup your cheek and turn your face into his, pressing his lips to yours in an openmouthed kiss. 

“Love you, baby,” he whispers into your mouth, waiting for you to say it back before kissing his way to your neck and biting down gently, just enough to leave an indent of his teeth behind. 

“Will you come to bed with me?” You whisper in a small voice, and he returns his lips to yours, kissing you deeply and responding, “Of course, baby.” 

He reaches a hand out and stops the recording, saving the file to his private hard drive, ideas filling his head already. They can wait until the morning though, you asked him to go to bed with you and go to bed he will. 

Jihoon thinks this might be the most productive break he’s ever had. 

AN: this one's for all the jihoon stans who have been thirsting with me lately 💖

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DAY SEVENTEEN: Clothed Sex w/ Daryl Dixon

a/n: Writing this actually made me giggle because the Dad + Husband!Daryl combo in me just jumped out, so you guys get a little sprinkle of that. Also, this is Commonwealth Daryl because he's so sexy and dilfy and fatherly and I don't write about him enough.

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When it came to the apocalypse, there was little to no time to be intimate. From going scavenging to protecting your people, the free time that you'd usually have was cut short. You found it funny that it was the end of the world with no dead lines or due dates, but you still had to see if you could fit sex into your schedule.

Now with Judith and RJ in you and Daryl's care, you were almost never alone. So, when opportunities to have grown up time presented itself, you all but jump at it.

"Hurry, D. We've only got twenty minutes before we have to get the kids from school." You said breathlessly, both palms balanced on the counter top of your Commonwealth apartment. 

Daryl was behind you, tugging your pants and panties down your full hips hurriedly. You balanced yourself on your forearms, your back arched and presented for your husband. Daryl wasn't in any better shape really, his thick fingers working frantically at the zipper of his black jeans.

"I can pick 'em up — fuck." He swore as he entered you. "Can you please just focus on fucking me?" You all but growled. "Yeah, yeah. Sorry, sunshine." He apologized.

He held onto your hips, his hands keeping a firm grip on you as he pulled out, almost fully slipping out of you before slamming back in harshly. His thrust sent you forward with a loud moan, your breasts almost falling out of your v-neck top at the impact.

"Deeper." You whimpered in bliss. It had been so long since Daryl had fucked you, though the stretch was a bit painful due to the lack of foreplay, you welcomed the sensation that wasn't emptiness with open arms.

"Trying'ta feel me in yer stomach?" Despite asking you, he slammed into you harder, his tip prodding at your g-spot. A loud smack resounded throughout the open floor plan. "Ah!" You yelped, your hips shooting back on their own accord and your gummy walls clenched down on him.

"God— ya feel so good, beautiful." He groaned, his already raspy voice even deeper. "You sound so sexy, D." You whined. "Ya look even sexier." Leave it up to Daryl to turn the compliment back around on you.

He leaned over your body, kissing the free space between your shoulder blades. His scruff scratched and tickled your skin, but the sensation sent shivers down your spine.

"I — fuck… I think 'm gonna cum." You breathed, rotating your head back to be able to lean into his kisses. "'M gonna make you cum real good, sweetheart, alrigh'?" He promised, his warm breath hitting the shell of your year.

"Yes." Was all you can say through excitement at his promise. 

He leaned up again so he could pound into you faster and harder, pulling you closer and closer to your end. The coil in your gut threatened to snap, but it wasn't enough. It was as if Daryl could read your mind, because he stopped for a moment to lift your left leg, bending it over the counter.

You all but shouted at the position change, fully spread open on his cock so that he could reach deeper inside of you.

"Fuck, D!" You cried out, nails clawing at the hard marble. "You gonna cum, sunshine?" He asked through gritted teeth. You could feel him pulsing inside of you, his grip on your hip and the back of your knee tight enough to leave bruises.

"Cum with me." You demanded through another cry. "I will, I will."

As he delivered a few more thrusts, your walls fluttered around him, sucking him into you to hold him there selfishly as you creamed all over his dick.

You felt him pull out of you quickly as you rode out your orgasm, the man ejaculating all over the back of your shirt.

"Now—" You said through your burning lungs, "I only have five minutes to change my shirt."

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Pretty Girl - ksy

title: pretty girl pairing: kwon soonyoung x f!reader genre: smut (minors dni!), fluff, chubby!reader warnings: explicit unprotected sex, body worship, pathetic hoshi, oral (f. receiving), squirting w.c.: 2.6k summary: soonyoung just likes to appreciate how beautiful his girlfriend is a/n: the reader being chubby actually doesn’t really relate to the plot much other than body being referenced a couple times but i wanted to write some chubby rep as someone who is a chubby carat

“Soonyoung, Y/N! Glad you could make it.” Seungcheol greets you and your boyfriend before guiding you two to the backyard. In his backyard there are quite a few people already congregating around.

“Y/N! Look at you!” Chaeyoung runs up to you and embraces you before looking you over. “Is this dress new? I love it!”

“Yeah, it was a summer gift from Soonyoung.” You give her a little twirl, enjoying the way the dress’s skirt picks up from your legs a bit as it flourishes with your spin. The dress is a light weight sun dress in a pretty light blue color with white flowers on the skirt. 

The dress has spaghetti straps and when you put it on this morning you were a bit worried about if your boobs were going to be too big for it but you can’t worry about that now that you’ve left the house. The dress is just slightly taut across your stomach but you don't mind, especially since the dress was a gift from Soonyoung.

“You look so pretty. C’mon, let’s get you a drink.” Chaeyoung grabs your arm and drags you off to the refreshment table. You send a fleeting look to Soonyoung before allowing yourself to be tugged around by your friend.

You get yourself a drink before following Chaeyoung to where a group of your friends are standing and talking by the edge of the pool. You glance around to see Soonyoung playing a yard game with Jihoon and Seungcheol and you relax, being able to enjoy your afternoon with all your friends.

You slip your sandals off and sit on the edge of the pool, letting your feet dangle into the water. The cool water feels refreshing on your feet and legs and you watch as your friends start to jump into the water, fully clothed.

“FIGHTING!” You hear the yell before you feel the water splash onto your legs as your boyfriend, Seokmin, and Seungkwan all cannonball into the pool. You laugh at their antics and watch as Soonyoung swims up to you. 

His head pops out of the water and he pushes his hair back out of his face before resting his arm on your legs, ignoring the way he’s getting your lap all wet. “Hey there pretty girl.”

“Hi.” You smile down at your boyfriend and you take time to appreciate how good he looks with his hair pushed back and his beaming face being illuminated with the golden sun.

“Why aren’t you getting into the water?”

“Because I don’t want to ruin my pretty dress, which you’re getting all wet, by the way.” you tell him with fake annoyance.

“Just take it off and jump in,” Soonyoung says.

You gasp. “Kwon Soonyoung, are you suggesting I strip in front of all these people? And let them see all of this,” you gesture to your body, “when it’s for your eyes only.”

“Oh, right, my eyes only. As much as I love being able to show you off, I also love being able to keep you all to myself. My life long dilemma.” Soonyoung sighs dramatically.

“How about for now I stay right here, and later I’ll strip this dress off just for you.”

Soonyoung drops his act at this and perks up. “That works for me!” With that he swims off again and you chuckle to yourself.

“You know you make him a better person.” You look over to see Minghao sitting down next to you.

“Maybe, but he also makes me a better person. We’re lucky to have each other.”

“That’s so cute, I hate you two.”

The sun is starting to go down when you feel arms wrap tightly around your waist and a chin rest on your shoulder.

“Hi, baby,” you say as you lean your head against Soonyoung’s.

“Hi,” he mumbles. He turns his head to press a kiss to your cheek. “Are you ready to get going soon?”

“Whenever you’re ready.”

“Let me go say bye to the guys and we can go.” With that Soonyoung detaches himself from you and leaves you so you can say goodbye to your friends as well.

When you two get back to your home Soonyoung flops down on your bed and closes his eyes. You’re about to go change into your pajamas when Soonyoung stops you.

“I thought we made a deal earlier,” he says in a teasing tone. “I mean, unless you’re not up for it anymore.”

“Oh I am, I just didn’t know if you were. You seemed a bit tired earlier.”

“Don’t worry about me, I’m always up for it!” Soonyoung suddenly has a lot more energy than he did earlier and you snort. 

Soonyoung stands up and crosses to you before pulling you into him. His arms wrap tightly around your waist as he presses his lips against yours. You happily accept his kiss, your hands flying up to cup the back of his neck and pull him into you even further.

You can feel Soonyoung’s hands start to paw at you, eager to get you out of your dress like you promised. You smirk against his lips and pull away slightly, only to have Soonyoung attach his lips to the next available place right away. Your body shudders at the way Soonyoung sucks your skin into his mouth, teasing your neck with his teeth.

“Soonie, you’ll have to let me go if you want to get me out of this dress,” you tell him. Soonyoung lets out a soft whine but reluctantly loosens his grip on you.

You push the straps down your arms before sliding the whole dress off, letting it pool at your feet. Your tits fall free to the room, leaving you in just a pair of panties.

“Oh god baby,” Soonyoung says as he stares at your body. “Fuck, I will never get tired of this. Seeing you like this, all pretty and just for me.” Soonyoung walks up to you, excited to get his hands on you again. Soonyoung’s hands run over your stomach and hips, massaging at the soft fat there. Your soft belly has always been Soonyoung’s favorite part of you, attracting much of his affections. “You’re the sexiest woman alive, you know that?”

Now, you’re not insecure of the way you look at all, if anything you think you’re quite the catch, but you’re not delusional, you’re aware that there are girls who are prettier than you. That’s just being realistic, which you don’t think Soonyoung is being right now.

“Oh c’mon, you’re telling me there’s not a single person who you think is hotter than me?” You don’t mean anything against you by it, you’re more just teasing your boyfriend. “Be honest, I won’t get mad. There’s no one taller, or thinner, or-”

“Baby, you don’t get it,” Soonyoung cuts you off. “I’ve been jacking off to the thought of girls like you for years now. I’m still jacking off to the idea of girls like you, except now it’s just one girl, and she’s not ‘like’ you, she is you. You’re so beautiful. All your curves and and thick thighs and god baby, your tits are so fucking perfect. You’re just so soft and sweet and lucious and I want nothing but to eat you up at all times. I can’t keep my hands off you.” While Soonyoung talks he pushes you onto the bed. He crawls over you and slots his knee between your legs.

You gasp as your hips grind down on his leg. Soonyoung moves his hand over your body so he can grab at your left tit, his mouth attaching to the right one. His lips close around your nipple, his tongue flicking at it, making you moan. You arch your back, pushing your body more into Soonyoung’s.

You can’t forget about the leg rubbing against you down below. You can feel your panties getting wetter, as there’s nothing but a thin piece of fabric separating your cunt from the rough material of Soonyoung’s pants.

Soonyoung’s mouth pops off of your boob, only to move to the other side. Your mind is already starting to slip from how sensitive your body feels. You push your fingers into Soongyoung’s hair, grounding yourself with the feel of his locks on the pads of your fingertips.

“So pretty like this, my Y/N,” Soonyoung murmurs as he kisses down your torso. His lips connect to your hip bone and he starts to suck a mark onto the skin.

“S-Soonie, please, more,” you whine.

“Where do you need me?”

“Touch me, please,” you beg.

“Touch you here?” Soonyoung’s fingers trail down your body until he brings them to your core. He presses gently at your clothed clit and you moan, bucking your hips into his hand. “You sound so pretty, baby. I love making you feel good.”

“Eat me out, please.” Your voice sounds whiny but you can’t bring yourself to care, too needy for your boyfriend’s mouth on you.

“Anything for you baby.” Soonyoung’s fingers hook around your panties and pull them down your legs, discarding them on the floor.

He pushes your thick thighs apart, squeezing at the fat there for a second before dipping his head down between them. He presses a few quick kisses to your thighs before burying his face into your dripping pussy. His tongue swipes over your entrance collecting your arousal and you automatically go to close your thighs. You can feel Soonyoung chuckle at you as he uses his hands to pry your legs apart again.

Soonyoung wraps his lips around your clit and sucks at the bud. You throw your head back at the euphoric feeling that overtakes your body. Soonyoung continues to suck at you until finally moving his mouth lower to your entrance. Soonyoung uses two fingers to separate your chubby folds, giving him direct access to your pussy. 

Your breath hitches as Soonyoung’s tongue enters into you. His lips and tongue both work in tandem to pleasure you as he practically makes out with your cunt. You don’t think you’ll ever get used to how skilled Soonyoung is with his tongue, it truly is a talent. You can feel the bed move a bit under you and a shudder runs through you knowing that your boyfriend is currently humping the bed as he eats you out. His fingers dig into your thighs harder the more he gets lost in your pussy, enjoying this just as much as you are.

You know his face is going to be a mess by the time he finishes, which if you’re being honest, might not be for a while. It wouldn’t be the first time Soonyoung has eaten you out for prolonged periods. If anything it’s probably one of his favorite pastimes to have his face slotted in between your legs like this.

You yourself don’t think you're patient enough to leave him down there for too long though, desperate to get another part of him inside of you.

Soonyoung must sense you getting restless because his head pops up from your legs and he looks at you. “Everything okay?”

“Mhmm,” you hum. Soonyoung’s hands have moved in to take over where his mouth was, rubbing at your clit in soft circles.

“Fuck, you look so pretty like this, you know.” Soonyoung’s free hand reaches up to rub at your stomach. “But I know you, you want more, don’t you, pretty girl?”

“Yeah, maybe,” you smile down at your boyfriend and he takes that as his signal to stand up and start to strip. You stare at him as he does, enjoying seeing every bit of his skin being revealed. You will never get over how fit your boyfriend is with his washboard abs and his toned arms.

“Enjoying the view?” Soonyoung asks as he flexes for you and you giggle. “That’s okay, I’m enjoying the view too.” Soonyoung wiggles his eyebrows and exaggeratedly looks your body up and down and you roll your eyes at him playfully.

Soonyoung climbs back onto the bed and leans down to kiss you. You two stay like that for a moment, lips locked together as you do nothing but enjoy the taste of each other, but Soonyoung eventually pulls away.

“How do you want me, baby girl?”

“Anyway, just want you.”

“Turn over for me.”

You do as told, rolling over so you’re laying on your stomach. Soonyoung runs his hand over your back before smacking your ass lightly. He moves so he’s positioned behind you and picks your hips up off the bed so your knees are planted firmly on the mattress.

Soonyoung grinds up against you a couple times before finally lining himself up to you. You can feel his blunt tip on the folds of your pussy, just about to enter. He rubs himself up and down against you before finally pushing into you. Soonyoung opened you up enough that he’s able to slip right in. You mewl out a bit at the feeling of his cock burying itself into you.

“Soon, Soon, Soon” you whine. You arch your back, your front pressing further into the mattress. Soonyoung presses his palm into your back, holding you down.

“Shhh baby, you’re okay. I’ve got you,” he coos as he cants his hips into you. His hands rub against your back skin. “You’re being so good for me.” Soonyoung fucks into you gently and you keen.

He slowly picks up his pace until he’s fully fucked into you, slamming his hips into yours. You can’t do much other than moan and bury your face into a pillow. Soonyoung’s hands don’t stay still for long, touching you wherever he can. You once asked him why he does that and his response was so he can ‘soak up all of your beauty through his hands’. You told him that’s ridiculous but you secretly like it, and Soonyoung knows you do because he hasn’t stopped doing it.

You feel Soonyoung lean forward, his front pressed against your back, and he reaches up so his hands intertwine with yours. His cock digs into you at a different angle, pressing against your g-spot and you whimper at the feeling.

You can feel Soonyoung’s breath on your ear. You can also pick up the soft grunts he lets out as he continues to thrust against you. “Fuck baby, you feel so good. My pretty, pretty girl. You’re so gorgeous.”

Soonyoung’s tell for when he’s getting close to finishing is he starts to babble about how much he loves you and how pretty he thinks you are. You think it’s cute, if not a little pathetic.

“I’m close too, Soonie,” you reassure him. “Give it all to me.”

Your words motivate Soonyoung and he starts to use everything in his power to get you to cum. His lips suck marks into your shoulder while he brings one of his hands down to rub at your clit again. One thing about Soonyoung is that he will always know what you need to finish. It doesn’t take long for your walls to clench down around Soonyoung as your body tenses. You let out a strangled cry as you finally release all the tension in your body. You soak both yours and Soonyoung’s thighs as your body shakes from pleasure.

When you’ve finally calmed down, Soonyoung pulls out of you and cums all over your back. Your body is limp against the body as Soonyoung presses a kiss to your shoulder and stands to get a rag.

“You squirted everywhere, baby girl. It was so hot.” You snort at your boyfriend and allow him to clean up your back and legs. “I’ll go draw you a bath and then clean the sheets up.”

“What did I do to deserve you, you’re so perfect,” you tell your boyfriend.

“Anything for my pretty girl.”

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୨୧ Ｍｏｄｅｒｎ Ｌｏｖｅ ୨୧

୨୧ Pairing: criminal!boyfriend!mingyu x chubby!waitress!fem!reader

୨୧ Genre: crime au/a mix of fluff & angst/smut

୨୧ Summary: Your friends always told you that Kim Mingyu was trouble but when he shows up unexpectedly at your job, covered in bruises with a bag of stolen money, you see how much trouble he really can be.

୨୧ Word Count: 3.5kish

୨୧ Warnings: mention of blood/injuries, a gun that's not used but is in there, strong language, unprotected sex, a lil bit of rough sex, fingering, creampie, & that's all I'm pretty sure

୨୧ A/N: I haven't written in a bit and I really wanted to start writing something crime related so here we are 🖤

There’s a lot you’ve come to tolerate waitressing at the diner. Customers with shitty attitudes who leave even shittier tips. Line cooks who get every other order wrong only to blame you because you must have mixed their tickets up somehow. The thin layer of grease that lingers on your clothes, leaving the scent of day old fries to haunt you even after you’ve washed your uniform a thousand times. All of that you can tolerate but this, your boss screaming at you like some psychopath, never fails to make your blood boil.

It’s always something with him. This time it’s that you didn’t refill the ketchup last night before close even though you weren’t the one who closed. The waitress who closed, a soft spoken girl who only started a week ago, called in this morning to quit just like every other waitress before her. The only girls insane enough to stick around are you and Moon, the waitress who trained you and the only person you’ve ever seen go toe to toe with your boss. 

His screaming’s getting louder but you can’t even hear it. You zoned out ages ago. It’s like watching a TV on mute. If not for the growing redness of his face or the flinches of the passing food runners, you wouldn’t know a thing. Everyday you think about quitting. You lay in bed fantasizing about a life where you don’t have to put up with this to survive but in the end you always roll out of bed and show up.

What else are you supposed to do? You weren’t born into money and, luck never quite being on your side in life, it's not likely to just fall into your lap. So this is it. This. Is. It. Your stomach sinks as your boss steps closer, the veins in his hairy neck straining enough to pop a blood vessel. This can’t be it. “What the hell is wrong with you?” Moon shouts, pushing through the double doors behind you. The noise of the kitchen cuts back in at a dizzying speed. Dishes clanking, grease sizzling, water running, cooks calling out orders.

“You don’t talk to me that way!” your boss shouts back, dialing down his rage as he aims it at Moon. She pulls her dark hair back into a tight ponytail, cornering him against a rack of dirty dishes. “You don’t talk to her that way! The next time I hear you yelling at her I’ll report you to the health department for all of the little critters we have running around here or would you like me to tell the customers first?” He wants to say something to her but he can’t.

He knows she’s serious enough that she’d pop on a glove and go show off the bug traps to every customer packed into the questionably clean booths of the dining room. “Get back to work!” he snaps, “Both of you!” With that he storms off to his office mumbling every misogynistic thought in his pea brain. Moon turns to you, giving you a hug. You let out a sigh of relief, enjoying the comfort of her arms even though she smells like sandwiches. You do too. 

“I fucking hate him.” “Fucking hate him for sure” she agrees, “But I know something that’ll cheer you up.” “What could possibly make me feel better?” Moon grabs you by the shoulders and directs you to the small round window on the door, “Your boyfriend’s here. Looks a little beat up though. Wonder what he got into this time.” Before she can finish her sentence and launch into another lecture about your choice in men, you’re racing to the booth in the corner where Mingyu sits patiently waiting for you.

He spots you in an instant, jumping up to give you a hug and soothe the panic that paints your face. A little beat up is an understatement. He’s covered in cuts and bruises. A busted lip here. A bruised eye there. A bandaged cut on the side of his neck. His knuckles skinned and raw. Your hands don’t know where to go or what to inspect. They’re just frantically skimming his frame, dreading the next surprise. “What happened?”

Mingyu tries to downplay it, apprecating that you’re worried for him but still not wanting you to worry too much. “Baby, I’m okay. Calm down.” He’s lying and you both know it. Everytime something like this happens he tries to shrug it off, pretending that he doesn’t get hurt worse and worse each time he gets back from one of his "jobs". “How can I calm down? Look at you.” “Look at me? What does that mean? Don’t you think I’m pretty?” he teases, placing his hands on your cheeks. Even with his fingers all beat up and achy, he has the most gentle touch you’ve ever felt.

He smiles and all you can do is smile back. Of course you think he’s pretty, the prettiest boy you’ve ever seen, and you’re a sucker for him in the worst way. So much that you forget for a few fleeting seconds that there’s the lightest spot of blood seeping through the crisp white bandage on his neck. “Cute but I still need you to tell me what’s going on” you persist, glancing back to catch Moon watching over you as she works her tables.

Mingyu turns you back to look at him, the wildness in his deep brown eyes thrilling and frightening you all at once. 

“You trust me don’t you?” 

“Ming—” 

“Do you trust me?” 

“I mean, duh, of course I trust you but—” 

“Then quit” he says as if it’s nothing. As if this job isn’t the only thing paying for the hole in the wall apartment you rent up the street. “I can’t just quit. I need this job.” Mingyu presses his forehead to yours, bringing his arms around your waist to hold you closer. “Not anymore. I can take care of you now. I just really need you to trust me and come with me. We don’t have a lot of time.” 

It’s impossible to make sense of anything he’s saying when he’s being this vague. You have a million questions and no time to ask them. “Hey! Play with your boyfriend on your own time!” your boss shouts from across the counter, “Get back to these tables before I fire your ass!” Mingyu’s jaw clenches, his temper ready to erupt on your boss for daring to speak to you that way. “I got this” you whisper, rubbing his shoulders to cool him down. He’s already had enough action for one day. The last thing he needs is another scuffle.

Your boss goes on rambling but this time you don’t drown him out. You hear every word. Every disgusting, vile thing he can spew in your direction. The thought of dealing with this every single day is torture. Mingyu's way out, whatever it is, has to be better than this. Your friends might not agree, Moon would surely have you thrown in an asylum, but you have to trust Mingyu or risk this being the rest of your life.

Grabbing a pitcher of ice water from one of the tables, you calmly approach the counter and throw it in your boss’ face. “Oh my god” Moon gasps, covering her mouth to hide her amusement. “Do it yourself. I quit. Mingyu, let’s go.” You march out of the diner, ripping your apron and name tag off as your sneakers hit the dirt of the parking lot. Your palms are sweaty, your heart’s racing, and you have no idea what’s gotten into you but it feels good. “That was sick” Mingyu applauds, kissing your fluffy cheeks, “I didn’t know my girlfriend was such a badass.” “Shut up” you giggle as he guides you to his car, a vintage deathtrap that his father gifted to him.

Mingyu seats you on the passenger's side, picking up a heavy black duffle bag from the floor and plopping it onto your lap. You stare down at it, too afraid to even touch it. With Mingyu’s line of work anything could be in this bag. Not a body, of course, it’s much too small for that. But guns? Drugs? “Just open it” he says, starting the car. You’ve been so deep in your own thoughts, running through the possibilities of what’s in the bag, of what happened to his face, that you hadn’t even noticed him get into the car.

Noticing your hesitance, he reaches over and unzips the bag. “It won’t bite, honey” he promises, turning out of the parking lot and leaving you to take in the bundles of crinkled money packed into the bag. You carefully pick one out, fanning through it like a deck of cards. There’s more money here than you’ve ever seen. More than most people will ever see. 

“Whose money is this?” 

Mingyu shrugs, flicking on the radio, “Mmm, it’s ours.”

“You asked me to trust you now I need you to trust me. Just tell me what’s going on.”

Mingyu made a promise to himself when you first started dating that he’d keep the other side of him hidden. He loves the way that you see him. You see him as his most ideal self. As the man he wishes he could be all of the time and not who he has to become when you aren’t together. But you were bound to find out one day and if today has to be that day then so be it. “You know how I do drop offs for the mob?” You nod, your fingers still petting the edges of the money like one would a new puppy or a luxurious fur coat.

“I do pickups too. Retrivals I guess. If people owe money and they don’t pay up it’s my job to go get it even if it means I have to hurt them...” He trails off, fearful of your reaction, but you only listen attentively, free of judgment. “Earlier I had one of those pickups” he continues, “Things got kind of crazy. A lot of people got hurt.” He flexes his hand, wincing at the pain. “Including me but, you know, at least I’m alive. The other guy...anyway. I was supposed to take the money back but I didn’t. I kept it for us.”

You insantly regret ever pressing him for this information. Maybe ignorance truly is bliss and you've just given it up. “So you killed someone?” “I kinda had to.” “Right. You kinda had to kill someone and stole a bunch of mob money now we’re—we’re on the run aren’t we?” Mingyu nods, chewing on the inside of his lip, “We are.” “Oh, fun. I’m dead. We’re dead. They’re gonna chop our heads off.” “No one’s chopping your head off! They don’t even do that anymore. It’s more of a burning the whole body thing. Buried alive usually.”

“Not helping!”

“I’m sorry!”

Mingyu tosses the bag into the backseat, freeing your lap up for his hand to massage your thigh. Your legs are shaky, every part of you is, and no amount of massaging can stop it. “This is a lot. It’s so fucking much. I can’t even…” Leaning your head back against the headrest, you close your eyes and take a few deep breaths. “I never meant to put you in danger” he says softly, “We spend so many nights talking about the life we want. A better life. You deserve it and I just want to give you that so when I saw the opportunity I took it. If it means anything, I’d die before I let anyone hurt you. I’ll protect you with my life.”

You open your eyes to catch him staring at you, his attention only half on the road where it should be. He means every word he says, no matter how fucked up his methods are. A part of you can’t stand him for what he’s done and you can't stand yourself for how small that part of you is. In a matter of minutes he managed to destroy the life you knew. A life you’ve been longing to destroy yourself for far too long but never had the courage to. You can’t hate him for that. In fact, in some strange, twisted way you've never loved him more.

You look so peaceful when you’re sleeping. The two of you had plans to go out for dinner after you hopped out of the shower but hours of driving in no particular direction had exhausted you. The moment you sat down on the bed of the floral wallpapered motel room you were out like a light. Mingyu can’t bring himself to wake you up. You deserve the rest, he figures, after all he sprung onto you.

He has no real idea where you are. Your cellphones were tossed off a bridge two towns ago and every road sign in whatever nowhere town you stopped in is too faded too read. There’s no way anyone will find you here when you can’t even find yourselves. Even still, Mingyu finds himself pacing the floor in the darkness of the motel room, a handgun held tightly in his right hand. Paranoia weighing heavy on him, he wishes that he could fall asleep but every time he relaxes in the slightest another set of headlights beam through the curtains and he’s on his feet again.

What if someone followed you? What if they spotted his car? He truly would protect you with his life. But what if he failed? “Idiot” he huffs, hitting himself on the side of the head. “Hey, I’d appreciate you not hitting my boyfriend. Thank you very much” you yawn, stretching out, your eyes only cracked enough to make out his fuzzy silhouette. You snuggle up to his side of the bed, the blanket quite cozy against your bare skin for something that's for sure been here since the 90’s. You try not to think about it, your focus quickly shifting to the gun in Mingyu’s hand.

“When’d you get a...” you start but abandon your question. When’d he get a gun? That’s silly to ask. Of course he has a gun, probably a few. Why wouldn’t he? “Put that thing away and come to bed.” “You worry too much. I’m good. You rest.” Outstretching your arms, you pout and kick your feet knowing that he's a softie for your tantrums. “Five minutes. That’s it. Please” you whine and he’s already dragging himself over to the bed, reluctantly tucking his gun into the bedside table.

By now the haze of sleep has fallen away, offering you a clear view of the gorgeous man hovering above you. “Stop looking at me like that” he blushes, his fingertips dancing along your jaw. It sends sparks through your system, stealing your breath away. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Mingyu leans down to kiss you, his hand slipping beneath the blanket to ride the curves of your body. “You don’t?” he asks, nibbling at your bottom lip. He presses a thumb into the tender flesh of your thigh, feeling your body tremble the way you did in the car.

Only now it’s not because you’re scared. Fear is the furthest thing from your mind. It’s because you’re craving some relief, craving him, badly enough that the faintest brush of his thumb over your clit has you snatching him on top of you. Your tongue’s down his throat, legs thrown around his waist, hips raised to feel the bulge fighting to free itself from the confines of his jeans. Nothing gets Mingyu hotter than when you’re like this, clawing his clothes off as his fingers delight in the velvet warmth between the lips of your pussy. “Ming—” you gasp at how effortlessly his fingers glide into you. Your walls flutter in excitement as if to welcome him home and he couldn’t be happier to be back.

“You’re dripping, baby” he coos, pulling out just enough to glimpse your juices coating his fingers. You reach between you, finally feeling the heat of his cock in your palm, and stroke his length, collecting pearls of his arousal each time you run over the tip. “So are you” you tease, grinning at the way his hips stutter. With one arm holding himself up and the other busy between your legs, his muscles flex in a certain way that makes your mouth water. In your eyes his body’s a work of art and the feeling couldn’t be more mutual.

Your body’s so soft, so sensual, that he’s dying to be inside of you just to see the way your body jiggles each time he thrusts into you. Your muscles tighten, the ecstasy coursing through your veins making you feel lightheaded. “Make love to me” you say in the sweetest voice, not begging nor demanding, simply confessing how much you need him. Mingyu twitches in your hand, his heart skipping more than a few beats. Without a word, his hands are gripping your plush hips as he guides himself to your entrance.

He takes his time, rubbing the tip in the wetness escaping your core, bumping it against your clit to make you quiver. You rub his biceps, nails digging into his arms, giving him such a rush that he can’t tease you any longer. He delves into your core, feeding his length into you gradually until every inch of him fills you. “So beautiful” he whispers, kissing between your breasts as he strokes in and out of you. His tongue traces the contours of your breast, flicking at your nipple before his lips wrap around it. Nibbling, suckling, all while watching the faces you make when he hits that sensitive spot.

He’s throbbing inside of you, so tight against your walls that you swear you can feel the blood rushing through those pretty veins that run up his cock. It’s sweet of him starting out slow but you want more. You press down onto him, using the minimal space between your bodies to ride him, picking up the pace. Mingyu gets the hint, rising to his knees as he presses yours to your chest. “You said make love to you” he says, his hands tucked behind your knees, “If you wanted me to fuck you, you should’ve just said so.”

He kisses you ravenously, like he wants to consume you entirely, wasting no time pulling back to bounce you on his cock, his hips moving faster with each thrust. Mingyu palms the softest part of your stomach, caressing it as his other hand reaches up to cup your cheek. His thumb runs across your bottom lip, feeling your breath as you cry out his name. “Mingyu—ah—yes—fuck. Harder!” you scream and this time you are begging.

Never being a man to deny you what you want, he obeys. Harder, faster, impossibly deeper, until you feel him in every part of you. Holding onto his wrists, you surrender, letting yourself get lost in him. So lost that you’re caught off guard by the sudden explosion of the pressure that's been building inside of you. Your lids barely fall shut before they’re shooting back open, your body quivering as your orgasm barrels down on you. Mingyu’s hypnotized by the sight of you, addicted to the way you gush and clench around him.

“That’s it, baby. Cum for me. So pretty when you cum for me, aren’t you? So so pretty. Mmm—.” He wants to hold back, to at least try, but it’s no use. How can he hold back anything with you? It only takes one more pulse of your walls for him to come undone, barely able to maintain his thrusts as he spills into you. You’d feel this forever if you could. The warmth and the fullness. You’re so greedy for it, taking every drop until he’s collapsed beside you trying to come back down to earth.

Using the last bit of energy in your body, you lay your head on his chest, tossing the blanket over the two of you. “Tomorrow you’ll teach me how to shoot?” Mingyu wraps an arm around you, gently petting your hair. “You? With a gun? No way.” You nod, intimidated but confident in your decision, “We’re in this together now aren’t we? It’s not just about you protecting me. I wanna protect you too. So teach me.”

His instinct is to tell you no, that he can protect both of you on his own, but he knows it’s not fair. He’s the one who drug you into this, the least he can do is show you how to defend yourself.

“I’ll teach you. Tomorrow,” he relents, “But tonight it’s back to sleep, okay?”

"Only if you promise to stay here with me.”

“Always.”

Silence falls across the room and, as you drift back off to sleep, you know there’s so much more to that “always”. “Always” doesn’t just mean tonight or tomorrow. It’s more than next week or next year. It stretches far beyond whatever hell might lie before you. It means forever. It means that Mingyu would go to the ends of the earth for you. And there’s no way you won’t be by his side when he does. 

[indeluluworld-wmingyu]

Mingyu the type to listen to your yearly goals and make sure to educate himself in healthy weight loss so he can help you by ensuring you do it slowly but consistently 😩

[winterrnight]

Moletom soltinho.

Avisos: Mingyu X Personagem Original, Protagonista Plus Size, Mingyu é um namorado meio lerdinho, a prota é a safada da relação, creampie(?), eles se chamando de "mô" e "amor", Mingyu é um bom garoto, sexo sem proteção(usem camisinha cacete), Big Dick e etc.

Dulce

Ah, ele está com aquele moletom soltinho.

A garota gordinha jogada no meio do cobertor nos tons cinza e preto da cama do namorado, Mingyu, faz essa observação em seus pensamentos.

Não consegue não reparar assim que o menino sai de dentro do banheiro secando os cabelos com uma toalha branca menor, o cheirinho de seu sabonete se espalhando pelo quarto.

As pernas se roçam no automático. Mingyu ficava um tesão com aquela calça moletom, que marcava tão bem o pau generoso que tinha entre as pernas.

Sempre que via o namorado assim, saindo do banho todo cheirosinho e com o calção soltinho tinha o mesmo pensamento. Não conseguia evitar de pensar em chegar perto do garoto e mamar com vontade até onde consegui, porque Mingyu nada era nada pequeno.

Sua boquinha era pequena demais para abrigar toda a extensão grossa e longa, sempre deixava Dulce com dor na garganta depois de mamar com vontade na rola do seu amor.

E não, não que Mingyu a obrigasse. Longe disso, o seu amor era um doce com ela, Dulce que era gulosa demais. Sempre queria mais e mais, levar ele todinho, até fazer sons estranhos e as lágrimas saírem de seus olhos em abundância.

Gostava disso. Gostava de levar tudinho e ficar que nem uma putinha choramingando com pau na boca. Até conseguir ter seu rosto e boquinha todo esporrado.

A engolida da saliva na garganta é longa.

Observa Mingyu jogar sua toalha na cordinha que tinha na varanda pequena de seu quarto. Logo recebendo um sorriso do garoto ao se virar e ver os olhos de sua garota em si.

Um sorriso doce, que sempre a deixava com borboletas no estômago todinho. Desde a primeira vez que viu o garoto, que agora é todinho seu, ficou encantada pelo sorriso brilhante e caloroso que o namorado tinha em seus lábios.

E isso nunca mudaria pelo jeito. Porque estão dois anos juntos e mesmo assim, as borboletas pareciam só multiplicar.

Dulce acaricia o gatinho do namorado em seu colo uma última vez, antes de o soltar e enxotar ele rapidinho da cama, falando baixinho com o amigo peludo um "vai passear um pouquinho, floquinho, juro que vou te dar muito sachê sabor carne depois". E o gatinho vai embora, passando pela porta de madeira.

— Amor, fecha a porta e vem deitar um pouquinho comigo. Estou com saudades. — pede toda dengosa, como quem não quer nada demais.

— Tô indo, mô. — o rapaz responde, fazendo o que a namorada pede. Logo se jogando por cima dela na cama fofa, dando beijinhos pelo rosto gordinho. — Senti saudades. — confessa, arrancando mais borboletas do estômago da menina. — Não parei de pensar em você a semana toda, detesto semana de provas e seu campus ser lá na casa do caramba. Queria tanto ter ido te ver, mas não queria atrapalhar você.

— Detesto isso também. Mas já passou, agora sou todinha sua.

Dá um beijinho simples de começo, mesmo sua intenção sendo de tomar os lábios avermelhados do jeito caloroso que gosta, e que sempre leva a algo mais. No entanto, vai devagarinho, aos poucos pedindo mais liberdade.

Querendo transformar em algo mais.

Mingyu era muito inocente para namorada safada que tinha. O menino podia estar dois anos com sua garota, mas ainda não sacava as artimanhas que ela fazia quando queria transformar momentos doces em algo a mais.

As coxas grossas se abrem, fazendo o menino se enfiar ali. Deixando os íntimos tão pertinho, os lábios não se separam e ela nem deixa tal ato acontecer.

Os braços passeiam pelos ombros longos e sente vontade de gemer que nem uma gatinha no cio, porque sentir cada parte do corpo de seu homem era tão bom.

Os pés o rodeiam na cintura, o apertando e puxando para mais perto. A saia curtinha subindo totalmente, e apenas agradecendo por sempre ser precavida e fazer questão de usar roupas fáceis de subir.

O quadril rasteja no ar. Sentindo a ereção do namorado acordando por um simples beijo mais malicioso.

— ah

O gemido rouco escapou dos lábios do menino assim que sente a puxadinha em seu lábio inferior.

— Você está tão cheiroso. — diz baixinho, com os lábios ainda encostados. — Amo o cheirinho de sabonete que fica em você depois do banho.

Passeia com o nariz pela nuca do rapaz. Arrepiando os pelinhos da nuca com o ato.

— Tão cheirosinho. E sabe o que mais..?

— Hum?

Nem consegue falar direito.

— Você está um tesão com essa calça. Você só pode fazer de propósito, sabe o jeitinho que eu fico sempre que usa ela e mesmo assim... — choraminga, apertando mais as pernas na cintura do namorado, roçando a bucetinha que já se encontrava ensopada no pau já totalmente acordado.

— Desculpa.

— Desculpa nada. Você fez de propósito, só pode.

— Eu tinha esquecido disso.

— Agora não adianta. Vai ter que meter em mim. — diz toda autoritária, do jeito que sabia que o namorado adorava.

O pau do mesmo raspando por seu clitóris por cima da calcinha não nega.

— É. Acho que sim. Desculpa o seu amor, bebê. — pede todo manhosinho, beijando o rostinho rechonchudo.

— Eu desculpo, mas... Só depois de meter bem fundinho aqui.

Os dedinhos gordinhos e curtos puxam a calcinha para o lado, deixando Mingyu ver o estado que deixou sua garota.

— Tão molhadinha.

O dedão passeia por cima do clitóris, tirando um gemido baixinho.

— Vai entrar facinho.

— Sim. Meu pau vai entrar facinho.

Dulce ao ver o namorado tão vidrado em sua bucetinha ensopada e necessitada por ela agiliza. Puxando o moletom folgado para baixo, liberando o pau que pula assim que solto.

A deixando ver o pau suculento do seu amor. 

A cabecinha rosada com pré gozo na ponta, com o mastro cheio de veias.

Isso apenas faz a boca da menina salivar, mas levaria na boquinha outra hora. Agora queria seu macho entrando e saindo sem pena de si, até gozar e o apertar dentro dela.

— Amor... — o chama, punhetando o pau com apenas uma mão, que nem conseguia fechar todinho de tão grande que era o pau do seu homem. — Vem aqui.

O chega mais perto. Levando o pau até os lábios de sua bucetinha, passando a cabeça molhadinha por suas dobras necessitadas, juntando o mel dos dois. Soltando gemidinhos manhoso ao senhor o pau raspando por seu clitóris sensível.

E Mingyu, como sempre, apenas olhava encantado. Ele adorava sua menina tomando conta de tudo, brincando com seu pau como bem desejava.

Dulce o carrega até sua entrada. Enfiando a cabecinha gorda ali e logo o tomando aos poucos,  sentindo suas paredes se expandindo e os olhos ficando úmidos.

Tão grande. Grande demais.

Nunca iria se acostumar?

— Mingyu! Mete logo. — chama sua atenção, fazendo o namorado rir do seu jeitinho autoritário até quando estava levando pau. Ou tentando, pelo menos, porque sempre precisava da ajuda do menino.

Precisava dele empurrando o resto sem pena, até bater as bolas na polpa da bunda da garota.

E o menino logo toma as rédeas. Enfiando a metade que sobrou sem pena, batendo com o colo na buceta meladinha.

E Dulce se sente fora de si. Tão cheinha.

— Mete, mô. Mete fundo.

E o rapaz faz como pedido.

Tirando choramingos manhosos dos lábios entre abertos e começando a fazer lágrimas descerem pelos olhinhos. Cada estocada forte deixando sua garota bobinha.

Porra, eu amava isso.

Mingyu me fode tão bem.

Só conseguia pensar nisso.

Cada estocada era um gemido arrancado de seus lábios. E o melhor de tudo isso era o jeitinho faminto que ele olhava para ela, comendo com o pau e os olhos o corpo delicioso e volumoso em baixo de si..

— Tira. T-tira o resto, mô.

Pede todo dengosinho. Se referindo a blusa curtinha da menina, subindo as mãos dos largos quadris até a bainha da blusinha. Liberando os peitos, e indo todo faminto até eles.

Arrancando mais choramingos de Dulce. Que sentia mais e mais excitada com o peitinho sendo chupado com tanta vontade.

— A-amor.

Bom. Bom demais.

A revirada de olhos era automática.

Cada estocada junto a chupadinha nos biquinhos eriçados fazem o orgasmo vim rápido em Dulce. Deixando ela toda bobinha no pau do seu homem.

— Tudo bem, mô? — Mingyu pergunta preocupado, parando devagar o quadril. Vendo se sua garota estava bem, porque tinha ficado tão molinha.

— Sim. Continua, eu quero dentro. — consegue falar depois de segundos. Apoiando os cotovelos na cama e se levantando como pode, guiando seu quadril até o colo de Mingyu, fazendo o garoto enfiar o pau até o fim. Desejando sentir o leitinho quente do menino a melando todinha.

E assim ela faz. Fode. Fode. Fode.

Até escutar o gemido rouco do seu garoto e cada jato de porra pintando suas paredes internas.

— Porra!

O sorriso safado e satisfeito surge instantaneamente, se deitando cansadinha com as pernas abertinhas toda melada.

Os dedos passando pelos lábios lambuzados e levando até a boca de Mingyu, que os chupa com gosto. Com o rosto todo corado e suadinho.

— Bom garoto!

[pinklemonadeflav]

Soft (cont.)

• pt. 2 | pt. 1 ☁︎ fluff

A more intimate follow-up to ''Soft".

Persona-coded ⍰ : Seungcheol, Jihoon

ℳ

wc: 1.5k

Chubby! reader x bf, established relationship

<Read under the cut>

He looks at you in a way that silenced the air around your bodies, but at the same time screams out his utter adoration for you. Your insecurity held you back at times, but that hesitance was now washed away; you can't help but believe him when he gushes about his love for you inside and out.

Contrast to his innocent pecks he landed on you just now, you opt to pull him in for a more intimate one, speaking all your sincerity and love for him through your lips. His hand brushes up the nape of your neck, cradling it gently and deepening the kiss.

Soon, you both start to pant against each other. You feel him slowly harden against your thigh through the layers of fabric, both of you gently grinding on each other to relieve some tension. He grabs your hips and pushes you away for a second, waiting. You're softly gasping for air, and resort to nodding to signal your consent. He all-too-quickly dives for your neck, planting a row of pink and purple marks downwards as you let out small whimpers.

His hands find their way under your shirt, right one pressing against the small of your back to pull you closer than you already were, left one finding your nipple and tweaking it between his fingers.

You moan softly into his mouth, your own hand snooping under his sweats, and he bites his lip as a groan escapes him. You pull down the band of his bottoms and boxers in one go, freeing his dick as it lands between your thighs right below your clothed pussy.

He whines softly, hand traveling from your back to your ass, almost-desperately pulling your shorts down the same way you did to him. With your bottoms out of the way, his tip nudged your clit, and he proceeds to rut his hips against you, slicking his length in a mixture of your arousal and his leaking precum.

He continues to tease you, and you try to hold down a moan caused by the combination of the friction against your pussy and your nipple. Taking your withheld responses as a challenge, his thrusts speed up and he kicks his pants off his legs entirely. Hands glued to your hips almost tight enough to leave bruises, he keeps your body against his to build up the pressure in your core.

Your moans speed up alongside his, and you could feel the knot in your stomach tightening as his length rubbed your clit continuously,

"Im almost-I'm com-"

Then suddenly he pushes your hips away with a huff, leaving you wound up at the max without finishing the job. You whine in protest, your hand reaching down to relieve yourself, but his left hand shoots up to pin both your arms above your head.

Holding you down, he gets up and kneels between your thighs, right hand pushing back his hair and declaring in a low voice, "Not yet, let's do you one better."

He admires the wet mess he had made of you for a second, your juices dripping from your folds and smeared across your inner thighs. He then lines his dick to your entrance as your pussy throbs, and he pushes it in slowly, inch by inch.

Your trapped hands helplessly grasp at nothing as he stretches you out, tip pushing against your cervix and bottoming out. You let out a long groan, and through the intervals of your pants, you watch his eyebrows pinch and eyes close, taking in the pleasure of being wrapped by your warmth. He lowers himself beside your ear and whispers, "Can I move?"

"Mmhm"

He withdraws and thrusts again, hard. Continuing to pump into you, your breasts jiggles violently. He leans down and latches his lips onto your nipple, circling around it with his tongue, then directly onto the middle of the bud where it was most sensitive. His free hand snakes up your waist and cups your breast, kneading it gently. All you could do in response to the multi-stimulation was let out high-pitched whimpers as your hands were still pinned above your head.

You desperately cry for him to kiss you, and his face rises from your chest to your face, lips connecting and tongues entangling fervently again. He plunges into you with more and more force, and both your ecstatic moans overlap each other.

His thrusts start to become erratic as he approached his climax, and he could tell you were too. His hand finds itself on your lower abdomen, suddenly pushing against it, and the added pressure makes you gasp in surprise. He finally releases your arms, and your fingers immediately jump to tangle in his hair. He instead uses his now free hand to circle your clit, rubbing it in sync with his thrusts.

"It's- it's too much- I-"

He grins, "I know."

Your tightly wound core snaps, and the shuddering sensation washes over your body all at once. He buries his head and moans into your neck as he soon follows, continuing to thrust into you to drag out both your orgasms. Your bottom lip catches beneath your teeth as his finger continues to encircle your nub, pushing you into overstimulation.

You revel in it for a few seconds before finally placing your hand on his cheek to draw his attention. His hand immediately stops as he takes in your blissful but tired expression.

He collapses above you, careful to land most of his weight beside so as to not crush you. Both panting heavily, his breath fans your collarbones as he nestles his head there. You push the hair and sweat out of his eyes before landing a kiss on his forehead.

You close your eyes, humming in sleepy contentment. The dip in the mattress shifts as he sluggishly gets up, arms reaching under your back and knees to carry you bridal-style to the bathroom to clean up.

He carries you at an angle so as to not let any of his release drip out from you, and you plant his bare chest with kisses as he steps into the shower. Setting you down so that you were stood facing the shower, he reaches over you to turn the shower nozzle, pressing his chest against your back.

A gentle stream of warm water falls and bounces off your chest, and you turn your head to look at him, smiling innocently at him for no reason through your lashes.

He feels his member twitch and blushes as it hardens again, and you can't help but giggle as you feel him press against your ass.

He leans down to capture your lips again, hands finding their way around your breasts. He massages them gently under the falling water, occasionally pinching your hardening nipples.

You move your hand to turn off the shower, gasping, "Not too tired for round two?"

He shakes his head and his kisses get rougher in response. You reach an arm up to wrap his neck, tugging at the base of his slightly-damp yet fluffy hair, and he moans into your mouth at your aggressiveness.

His finger slicks over your folds only to find his cum slowly dripping out of you, and he growls, "That won't do, let me help you with that."

He suddenly grabs the underside of your thighs and lifts your leg up, bending you forward slightly to open your pussy up to him. Without the warmth of the water, your damp breasts and core can feel the coldness of the air, and you beg, "I want you inside me, fill me up nice and warm..."

His dick twitches at the plea, and he slides his member into your pussy at one go, the slickness of your arousal and his cum coating his dick.

A load moan escapes your lips as he thrusts into you, pushing every bit of cum back into you. You feel so full, and call out his name repeatedly as he moans from behind you as well.

You flip around quickly, nipples brushing against his periodically as your breasts bounce from his thrusts, and you land sloppy kisses on his neck. He grabs your ass and lifts your other leg up, lifting you off the ground to hit your spot deeper.

Your clit rubs against his pelvis with every push, and he fucks up into you with even more force than before. He decides to take a few strides back into the bedroom, not stopping his pace for a second, making your initial trip to the bathroom fruitless.

You start to tighten up around him and squeeze once again as you were reaching orgasm, and he curses silently between his moans in response. His grip tightens around the softness of your waist, as he finishes first this time, and the vulnerable moans he lets out pushes you over the edge quickly after.

As you both come down from your highs, you decide you're now actually too exhausted to wash up fully, and he voluntarily gets a wet towel to wipe you down, and you do the same for him. He holds you by the hips to help you balance as you pull your sleep pants up, and he opts to leave his sleep shirt on the floor as you both climb back into bed (for the last time that night), your frame slotting into his.

You gaze at each other, not needing words to be exchanged, and soft smiles grace both your lips as you fall into slumber.

.

First attempt at a filthy fic 👀, tried it in a more vanilla way for a start.

[ssinboo]

MASTERLIST

★·.·´¯`·.·★ 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍 ★·.·´¯`·.·★

𝖜𝖔𝖓𝖜𝖔𝖔

𝔰𝔞𝔶 𝔶𝔢𝔰 𝔱𝔬 𝔪𝔢

You've been in love with Jeon Wonwoo since forever, and due to your family relations, you had hopes you'd marry him. Your only problem? he's getting engagement to someone else. or During his Engagement party, your childhood best friend and love of your life, Jeon Wonwoo, asks you to run away with him.

pairing: 1960s!AU - Childhood bestfriend! Wonwoo x F!Reader

𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖞𝖚

𝔤𝔯𝔞𝔰𝔭 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔯𝔫

summary: As your loyal knight, Kim Mingyu is more than willing to serve any and all of your commands. “But he who dares not grasp the thorn  Should never crave the rose.”  ― Anne Bronte

pairing: Historical!AU - Knight!Mingyu x Queen!F!Reader

𝔐𝔦𝔡𝔫𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔰 𝔱𝔬 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔢

summary: After finding campus heartthrob Kim Mingyu absolutely butchering his trousers trying to fix the hole he’d busted in them, you offer his your sewing abilities. As retribution, he thinks that nothing is more fitting than his ultimate mission: getting you laid. or You and Mingyu spend an unforgettable night together.

pairing: University!AU - Popular!Mingyu x Unpopular!F!Reader, reader does read on the thicker side? Nothing specific.

𝖘𝖊𝖚𝖓𝖌𝖐𝖜𝖆𝖓

✧.*𝕒𝕤 𝕚𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕤𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤✧.*

Part 1: 𝔄𝔰 𝔦𝔱 𝔴𝔞𝔰

summary: There’s nothing that nourishes the ego more than envious looks from old classmates. At a ten-year class reunion, Seungkwan is looking forward to enact his long-term revenge plan. When it all comes crashing down, you help him the only way you know how

pairing: fwb!Seungkwan x Reader

Part 2: 𝔚𝔢'𝔯𝔢 𝔫𝔬 𝔤𝔬𝔬𝔡 𝔞𝔩𝔬𝔫𝔢

summary: Seungkwan finds himself in a month long slump and you're recruited by his manager to help him get back on his feet. He finds your presence a lot more comforting than he'd be willing to admit.

pairing: Middle School Teacher! Reader x Entertainer!Seungkwan

Part 3: TBA

𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖓𝖔𝖓

𝔡𝔬𝔴𝔫 𝔟𝔞𝔡

summary: You and your long time bestfriend smoke together

pairing: DJ!Bad boy!Vernon x Fem!Reader

★·.·´¯`·.·★ 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐘 𝐊𝐈𝐃𝐒 ★·.·´¯`·.·★

𝖇𝖆𝖓𝖌 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖓

ℌ𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔜𝔬𝔲 ℭ𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔄𝔤𝔞𝔦𝔫

summary: Five years after your dreaded break up, Christopher Bahng returns to his hometown. You thought it’d be easy to just ignore his existence, that is, until you’re stuck taking care of him and his two broken limbs.

pairing: ex!Chan x ex!f!reader

𝖋𝖊𝖑𝖎𝖝

𝔧𝔞̈𝔤𝔢𝔯𝔟𝔬𝔪𝔟

summary: You were nothing but a nuisance. A lovesick fool always obsessing over Felix, so why were you looking at someone else? Felix won’t have that, he’ll do something, anything, to make sure you only look at him, even if that means submitting to your every whim. or Your crush Felix is suddenly very interested in you, but you're deadset on making feel as every bit humilated as you felt.

pairing: subby!Felix x Reader

𝖘𝖊𝖚𝖓𝖌𝖒𝖎𝖓

ℭ𝔬𝔲𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔢 𝔎𝔦𝔰𝔰𝔢𝔰

summary: You've been in love with your best friend, Kim Seungmin since forever!

pairing: Fashion student!Kim Seungmin x Fashion student!F!Plus Size!Reader

𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖘

Coming soon…

[forthechubbies]

Boys!

Svt ! StepBrothers! X Chubby! Reader

Look what I made...I kinda want this as a series, so if you like it, tell me.

Their everywhere. Honestly, this may be your personal hell. Around every corner reeked of testosterone...and to make matters worse...They're your stepbrothers.

Yep, Your mother remarried and abandoned you to lay up on some beach while your new "Big strong Brothers protect you."

Please, They couldn't protect themselves from the common cold.

Your face formed a look of disgust, watching one sneeze, then proceed to use his sleeve as a napkin. You scoffed, having seen more than enough; you closed the only barrier you had—your door.

"Stop, you'll make me fucking drop it!" An ear-blasting boom rocked your door, startling a loud squeak of you and a thump from you falling.

Silence

" Aye! Stop Cursing, You little-!"

A new voice arrived just to be hushed. Why can you feel their stare through the door? Surely, They know you're here..right?..right!?

A loud banging on your door was a horrifying way to your question.

"Yah! Chan, If this is where you've been hiding and not help clean, you're dead!"

If this whole scenario isn't scary enough, you forgot to lock the door..

Oh, God. You threw your body against them as you assume he tried to brute force his way-You was doing pretty well until round two-

A light pause held its own with soft chatter in Korean, but this voice was husky and ragged, like he had just woken up.

"Chan.." You shivered at the chill in his voice. "Come out.." He allowed a few minutes of silence pass by before that short temper of his- " Aye! Come out before I drag you out!"

Round two, You lost from the very beginning; How!? Why!? Is he so strong?!

You gasped at him, wedging his forearm in-between door to grab your wrist, snatching you in front of him.

His eyes widen, snapping to your nightgown and then back to your face.

" Who are you?" His thick brows frowned but in a sense of wonder.

[wooahaes]

tiger stripes

pairing: hoshi x fem!chubby!reader

prompt: i’m bitter about people assuming readers are thin and i want comfort, babeyyy

word count: 1.8k~

warnings: body insecurity from a chubby reader. also like... reader takes off her shirt. lowercase intended, not proofread.

daisy’s notes: if someone else has ever written this sort of thing... i wouldn’t be surprised. if not then how!!! literally i have looked for “hoshi calling ur stretchmarks tiger stripes” before and its entirely possible i just didnt find it but like. its right there. anyway hoshi loving ur stretch marks isn’t exclusive to ppl who have them bc chubby but this is my comfort fic and i make the rules

soonyoung always looked at you like you were more radiant than the sun, and it did wonders for your confidence when the two of you started dating. it wasn’t that you hated your body--you’d long since come to terms with the fact that genetics played more of a role than you liked in the way you looked, and that all you could do was keep yourself as healthy as you could. truthfully, you still had no idea how you landed someone like soonyoung, who happily went along with you to the gym sometimes and kept an eye on you. you’d posed the question sometime within the first year of dating of if he wanted you to lose weight, and he looked at you confused and asked if you wanted to. when you told him that wasn’t what you were asking, he clarified it: if you want to lose weight for you, then he’d support you. it wasn’t his place to tell you what to do with your body, and he loved you all the same. he liked working out, usually with his buddies, but he’d never push that onto you. he wanted you healthy and happy: and if you were healthy and happy as he knew you were, then he was happy.

which, to be honest, meant that soonyoung was a goddamn catch and you loved him even more than you thought you did. you realized how much you’d changed while dating him. instead of hiding yourself as much, you dressed to flatter your figure and to show off what you felt comfortable showing off. confidence was key, and soonyoung hyping you up as his “incredibly gorgeous girlfriend” whenever given the chance definitely helped you a lot. even if it did get to the embarrassing level of him telling his friends to compliment you more because you deserved to know how beautiful you were. although, sweethearts that they all were, they almost always did tell you that they liked your hair, that your outfit looked nice, that you looked radiant... until soonyoung grew a little too jealous and wrapped his arms around you and told them to remember that you were still his girlfriend and that their compliments “rightfully” couldn’t outdo his. jihoon teased him once and told him to step up his game then, and soonyoung almost pouted until he heard the way you laughed.

despite all of the confidence boosters, you still had rough days. self love was a difficult journey that you’d tried traversing plenty of times before, and you could only go so far without that confident glow fading a bit. it came with years of bullshit being fed to you about how fat women couldn’t be happy. about how anyone who chased them were people who had a fetish. that no person would rightfully love someone bigger because there was always someone prettier who actually fit beauty standards better. it was a crock of shit, and despite knowing that beauty wasn’t tied to other people’s perception, you knew what society was like. the world was simply not quite there yet to realize that a person’s worth shouldn’t be tied to health or beauty--especially since there were people in the world who simply would never be healthy. but that was another point for another time.

it always hit you worse when the weather got warmer. and soonyoung had learned that after dating you for almost two and a half years. so he came home to you, calling you pretty and all the sweet things that he normally did, until he finally flopped down in the space next to you.

“it’s hot outside,” he said, plucking at your hoodie sleeve. “aren’t you hot?”

you shook your head, arms hugged closer to you. “it’s fine,” you motioned toward the settings for the ac. “i’m keeping it cooler in here.”

he pouted at you. “but you’re still sweating. i can see it. you’re in your own home,” he reached out. “home is for being comfy.”

you knew he had a point there, but you shrugged it off. “maybe when you go--”

“are you not comfy around me?” he looked hurt, drawing off a little more. “jagi...”

“i do,” you tried to push, “i just...”

soonyoung said nothing as the silence lulled between you, looking down at his hands for a moment. then he looked up, reached for your hands, and gently pulled you forward as he stood up. he told you to come with him, and, albeit confused, you did. he guided you to your bedroom, motioned for you to sit down, and waited.

“i’m going to take this off,” he said, toying with the sleeve of your jacket. “do you trust me? is that okay?”

when you nodded slowly, soonyoung tugged off the article of clothing, smiling at your messy hair before pressing a kiss onto your forehead.

“does that feel better?”

it did, and you refused to let him know that he was right. but he saw the way you pouted, giggled, and pecked your lips.

“now this,” he tapped at your shirt. “is that okay, too?”

you looked up at soonyoung as he waited, standing in front of you. “soonyoung, i really don’t feel like--”

“we’re not,” he said quickly. “i... i just wanna show you something.”

“with my shirt off,” you said, expression deadpan as you watched him. unbothered, he beamed at you and nodded. “okay,” you sighed, “if i must.”

soonyoung gently nudged for you to scoot back, and you obliged after a second. his fingers fumbled with the hem of your shirt for a moment before slowly lifting it up, stripping it off of you. he watched you bristle for a moment as cool air hit your skin, and you could hear him mumble an apology. he told you to lie back for a moment, and you became slightly more concerned about his intentions before deciding you trusted him. two years was enough to tell you that soonyoung would never force you into something you didn’t want.

“hold on--” he mumbled, and gently tugged your shorts down a little more to expose your stomach to him. “there.” he looked up at you, tracing over your stretch marks. “do you know what these are?”

“stretch marks, babe,” you almost rolled your eyes.

“tiger stripes,” he was beaming at you, and you felt the heat rise to your face at how cute he looked. like he’d been planning this for forever and finally had an excuse to use it. “and i think they’re cute,” he said.

of course you do, you thought to yourself, knowing just how far his love of tigers went. You tensed up when he pressed a kiss against your stretch marks, hands holding your hips in place for a moment, and then you felt him giggle against your skin.

“you’re so cute!” he said, chin resting against your stomach as he looked up at you. “and soft! i love holding you,” he pressed another quick kiss against your stomach, higher up this time. “and i love how soft you are right here,” his fingers pressed into your chub, “and here,” another kiss, higher up on your abdomen, “and here--” he squeezed around your waist, drawing direct attention to the amount of fluff you had there. “you’re so cute,” he propped himself above you for just a moment, leaning down to peck you on the lips. soonyoung rolled into the empty space beside you, looking at you with admiration. “i know i can’t make your feelings go away, but... i love you just the way you are.”

“i know, but...” you sighed. “i dunno. don’t people ask about how someone like you is with me?”

he shook his head. “no one whose opinions matter.”

“what if one of your friends did?” you said. “i know they wouldn’t, but what if they did?”

he hummed to himself for a moment, eyes downcast as he thought it over. “then... i’d change their mind,” he reached out, clasping his hand around yours. “but if they did ask... i think they’d be concerned about how i ended up with someone as nice as you. you don’t make fun of me or push me to do anything i don’t want to do.” he shut his eyes, “and you’re cute and you’re sweet, even to my friends. remember the time you took care of seungkwan because he was sick?” he opened his eyes, which were practically sparkling in admiration. “or the time cheol forgot one of his assignments, so you took it to him? you’re so nice and thoughtful and sweet... i think i’m lucky to have you. even when i get excited about tigers, you think its cute.”

“because it is. because you’re cute.”

soonyoung nuzzled closer to you, wrapping his arms around you. “you even took went with me to see tigers for my birthday,” he giggled against your skin. “i know the others told you to leave me there as a joke. but... you just took pictures and bought me a new tiger plush for my room.” he intertwined a leg with your own, leaning back to glance at the tiger on the other side of your bed. “you even kept the one i bought you.”

you felt yourself blushing, face hot as you looked away. “of course i did. he’s a good cuddle partner when you’re not here.”

“see!” he pressed a kiss against the spot where your jaw met your neck. “because i’m your tiger,” he trailed a hand back down to your stomach. “and you have tiger stripes, which makes you my tiger,” he teased. “so you should love them, okay? because i love them and i love you and we’ll be cute tigers together.”

the moment you erupted into giggles, soonyoung felt accomplished. that was what he’d been waiting for: to see your pretty smile, or to hear your pretty laugh again. it wouldn’t erase your feelings, but at least he knew you were happy in that moment. soonyoung wrapped his arms back around you, pulling you in closer as he pressed another kiss into your neck.

“i love you,” he said again. “even if you can’t love yourself, i’ll love you until you can, okay? because... you love me. even if i think i look weird sometime, or if i had my eyebrows bleached too light and people tease me about it... you always call me handsome. so i want to make you as happy as you make me,” he squeezed you tight, eyes fluttering shut. “if you ever want to change something about yourself... then do it because you want to. not because you want to make anyone else happy.”

“soonyoung...”

he pressed another kiss onto your bare shoulder before resting his forehead against it. “okay?” his voice was quieter that time. “i love you. including your cute tummy and your tiger stripes.”

you turned over, unraveling yourself long enough to face him and press a clumsy kiss onto the corner of his mouth. “i love you, too,” you said. “thank you for making me feel safe.”

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Undone | kmg x fem!chubby!reader

Mingyu's the CEO of his company, he can't be late. But, then again, maybe he can when his goddess of a girlfriend is tempting him like this.

Rating: M (18+) | WC: 2.3k | Genre: smut

Warnings: ceo!mingyu, masturbation, clit stim, oral f.rec., multiple orgasms, big dick!mingyu, shower sex, light choking, unprotected sex, creampie, mingyu is sooooo in love w u, cum eating, little sir kink at the end

Reader Notes: chubby, has breasts and a vagina, live in gf

Mingyu watches as you wake slowly, your eyes blinking open to find dust floating through sunbeams and him half naked in front of you. He’s in the process of buttoning up his slacks, his biceps flexing with the movement and drawing your eye before your gaze inevitably lands on his toned chest and abdomen. You’re so busy staring that you don’t even notice he is too, his eyes caught on the way the sheets drape over your lush, naked body.

The white of the fabric makes your skin glow, and it’s thin enough he can trace every roll and curve and hill, the thickness, the sturdiness of you intoxicating to him as always. He doesn’t need to be gentle with you, but he usually is anyway, doesn’t like touching you with anything but love and tenderness (unless, of course, you ask for something different, or draw it out of him on your own).

His devotion to you is staggering at times, sheer adoration making his heart swell in his rib cage when he so much as thinks of you. And when he’s near you? All of his thoughts are consumed with how you’re feeling: if you’re happy, if you’re in need or want, if you’re in love. He does his best to make sure you’re happy at all times, that you don’t need or want for anything, and with just one look into your eyes, he knows that you’re just as gone for him as he is for you.

It’s the most secure and fulfilled he’s ever felt in a relationship, and everything is made better by the fact that you’re a fucking goddess.

A goddess who’s only just noticed his staring.

You smile up at him shyly, clutching the sheets to your full breasts with one hand and reaching the other out to him. He takes it, pulls it to his lips to press an affectionate kiss on the back before giving it a squeeze and releasing it before you can pull him into your orbit. He needs to finish getting ready for work, he may be the CEO but that doesn’t mean he can be late (technically, it does, but Mingyu knows that if he lets himself get caught up in you, he won’t go to work at all).

He grabs his undershirt from the end of the bed and leans down to give you a soft, slow kiss as he pulls it on, his fingers going clumsy when you nip his bottom lip.

Work, work, work, he chants in his head, nearly cursing when he feels your tongue swipe over the stinging spot. He does swear as he pulls away, his pout mirroring yours and his feet carrying him toward the en suite so he doesn’t climb right back into bed with you.

He moves through the rest of his routine quickly, humming to himself and trying to fix his messy, cropped hair with some pomade and prayer. He let it get so long before this last haircut, and the shortness is taking some getting used to. You’ve told him you love it though, so he loves it too.

He’s brushing his teeth when you enter the bathroom, clad in just your panties with your tits on full display. His cock twitches in his slacks and he groans around the toothbrush, his hands going to brace himself on the counter as he hangs his head to escape the sight of you. He waits until he hears the shower start up to spit and rinse, inspecting his teeth in the mirror and doing his absolute best to ignore the sight of your silhouette through the foggy shower door.

He leaves to get a button down and a tie, pausing in the middle of the bedroom to put it on and do a double Windsor, and just as he’s tightening it, he hears a sharp gasp over the patter of the shower water hitting the marble.

His eyes clench shut and he fights the urge to sink to his knees, his restraint nearly spent, as he realizes that you’re fucking touching yourself. You’re touching yourself, and he has to go to work, but how can he leave when he knows that you get to feel that perfect cunt and he doesn’t?

So with trembling fingers he undoes the knot, flinging the tie on the bed before ripping his button down and undershirt off. He unbuttons his slacks as he walks, letting them fall and stepping out of them (and just barely tripping on one pant leg). He yanks the shower door open and climbs in still wearing his gray boxer briefs, his hard cock pulling the fabric taut as it darkens with precum and drops of water.

You’re leaning against the wall with your head tilted back and your eyes gently shut but they fly open when he enters the shower, your gaze finding his as your expression of pleasure becomes one of shock.

“What, baby? Did you really think I’d go, knowing what you’re doing?” He crowds into you, his throbbing dick pressing against your soft belly, trapping your hand between his body and yours.

“Yes?” You sound unsure, as if you really did expect that.

“Wait, you weren’t trying to get me to stay?” He’s confused, why have you been so fucking alluring if you weren’t trying to seduce him into not going to the office?

“I mean, of course I want you to stay, but I was actually trying to let you go for once,” you shrug, and he can hear it in your voice that it’s the truth.

“Why were you naked when you came into the bathroom, then?”

“Because your natural reaction to me taking my shirt off is pinning me against a wall, I figured not putting on one might be better.”

Hm. Mingyu supposes that’s fair.

“Well, do you want me to go?” He asks almost rhetorically, knowing you’ll say-

“No! Stay, Gyu,” you throw your arms around his neck and pull him into a kiss, one he returns without thought. Kissing you, loving you, is as easy as falling asleep in a sunbeam.

Even easier is slipping his hand between your thighs and feeling at the arousal that’s gathered. You’re wet and messy all over, your clit hard and swollen under the pad of his finger as he rubs tight, fast circles, aiming to make you cum before you can even take another breath.

He groans into your mouth, cups one of your breasts with his free hand, and presses harder, swallowing your sounds as you shudder in bliss against him. He breaks away and drops to his knees when your noises start to die down, pulling one thick thigh onto his shoulder and burying his face in the oasis of your pussy.

Your taste coats his tongue, every thought in his head drifting away as he pushes it inside of you, feeling your inner muscles fluttering around it and groaning at the sensation. The vibrations make you whimper and he shoves his nose into your clit, desperate to hear that sound again, to make you make that sound again.

His hands sink into your plush ass and pull you onto him, encouraging you to roll your hips and ride his face, his fingers dimpling your skin and spreading you open so he can get his tongue even deeper. He feels drunk with it, his pulse in his cock as it leaks into his underwear and his heart in his throat as he pushes you higher and higher.

He just wants you to cum, needs to feel it, taste it, own it, needs to know that he’s making you feel good. Tears burn in his eyes when you break, his lungs aching with a lack of air, but he used to be a swimmer, so he can handle a little breath holding and some watery eyes if it means he gets to feel you gush into his mouth.

And you do gush, oh, you get so wet it drips down his chin, so wet it paints his taste buds, so wet it makes his stinging eyes roll back in his head as he feels his cock jerk with a dry orgasm. He can’t stop moaning into you, your pleasure so relentless it’s become his own, heat spooling in his stomach as his balls fill and tighten.

He stands swiftly, his knees only slightly shaky, and shucks his now soaked boxers before taking his dick in his hand and guiding it between your legs. He wants to give you some time to come down so he doesn’t slide in yet, just drags his cockhead through your folds and nudges it against your clit until your hands delve into his hair and pull.

“Mingyu-” He’s inside you before you can begin your threat, sinking home in one easy thrust and groaning loudly into the steamy air as he settles into heaven. That's how you feel, like euphoria embodied, like every wish and every dream encapsulated in one person. His person.

“Fuck, I love you,” he sighs into your mouth, swallowing your words when you repeat them back and thanking you with a deep roll of his hips. His cock is thick, long, and just a little bit curved, just enough that he can tap your g-spot if he angles his hips right, and once he gets one of your legs up around his waist, it’s perfect.

You open up for him even more, your cunt still stretched enough from last night that he glides in and out of you with ease, though your walls hug him like a vise with every hit to your g-spot. One of his hands grips at the fat of your thigh and the other comes up to cup your throat, pressing you into the heated shower wall.

His big hand is gentle on your neck as he squeezes, your pulse thundering under his touch as your eyelashes flutter. He doesn’t hold tight for long, just until he knows you’re dizzy with a lack of air (and with a lot of dick), letting go when he feels your lungs try to expand against his chest.

His hand leaves your neck to palm your breast, his fingers plucking and rolling your nipple as you gasp and whine and arch into him. He fucks you like that, with one hand on your luscious breast and the other on your supple thigh, until the shower is so steamy he can barely breathe, until tears are mixing with the falling water, until you cry out for him.

“Mingyu, I want you to cum in me so bad,” you breathe, clenching him tight with your perfect pussy and pulling his hair, knowing it’ll make him come undone. He has no choice but to obey, his heavy balls drawing up and his cock getting even harder inside you as his mind goes blank and he fills you with hot, white cum.

He doesn’t know how long it goes on or what he says, all he knows is that when it’s over, his throat is hoarse and your skin is hot against his like you’re blushing. Most likely things about how he’ll never want anyone but you, how your body is the only one that will ever take him again, how he’ll get lost in your eden day after day after day, for as long as you’re willing to have him.

So, a marriage proposal, basically.

He doesn’t think you’re opposed, considering the fact that you’re shivering and cumming around his still-hard cock, the undulations of your walls pulling the last bit of ecstasy from him. You keep your arms wrapped around his neck as he melts into you, his whole body curling around yours as he drags his hands away from your breast and thigh to wrap you up in a hug.

Your leg stays locked around him for as long as you can hold it up, and when you get tired and let it fall, he simply gathers you closer to him, holding you up so you can relax your legs and relax into him. He presses his lips along your neck and jaw, making his way to your mouth to capture you in a deep, slow kiss as his softening cock slips out of you.

The shower still hasn’t run cold and Mingyu thanks himself for springing for his own water heater when he remodeled this penthouse. It means there’s enough time for both of you to bathe and make out a little more, and for him to eat his own cum out of your pussy before rinsing you clean with gentle hands.

You’re dozing against him when he shuts the shower off and opens the door, steam escaping and filling the bathroom, making him pout when the mirror fogs up and he can no longer see your nude form in the reflection.

He wraps you up in a towel and attempts to wrap your hair up in your microfiber towel too, though he must be doing it wrong because you wake up enough to do it yourself, pushing his hands away and bending over to twist your hair in the towel. He’s fucking insatiable, apparently, because all he can think about is sliding into you and fucking you again, holding you just like that.

“Don’t you have to get to work?” You ask when he makes no move to dry himself off or leave the bathroom, instead sidling up behind you and grasping your hips.

“I’m the CEO, I can miss one day,” he murmurs as he presses his hand to your back, keeping you bent over.

“Whatever you say, sir.”

Oh fuck, he’s dead.

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do you want to be my valentine?

steve harrington x gn!reader

“do you want to be my valentine?”

six years old. with chubby knees and chubby cherub cheeks to match. dressed by your mother in shades of pink and red, holding out a handmade pink paper card. splattered in too much glitter and messily cut hearts sloppily glued down.

your valentine, a boy who turns seven in two months, stares at you with wide brown eyes. he also has light freckles scattered over his face, your mom said beauty marks were from past lives.

“yeah, sure!” steve smiles with delight. your heart beat quickens it’s pulse at the high pitched reply.

do you want to be my valentine?

few years later turning you from six to thirteen.

steve didn’t show up to school today, so you biked to his home once the bell rang loudly. sure the idea of handing out cards was childish now in your pre-teen years, but you always give one to steve and he always excepts with delight.

do you want to be my valentine?

hawkins middle changes into hawkins high school. now at the age of seventeen boy were dumb, like always, but now horny was attached. steve surrounded himself with jackass friends and girls that happily flung themselves at him.

you weren’t even a thought once he became ‘the king’. you gifted him a valentine in sophomore year, sliding the envelope into his locker. you watched as he walked with his friends durning passing period and stopped at his last. carol and tommy started making fun of him when the red paper fell to the floor.

so for the first time, you didn’t ask steve to be your valentine. and don’t plan to in the coming years.

do you want to be my valentine?

scoops was having a week long sale for a valentine’s themed desert. the s s cupid. strawberry ice cream topped with chocolate syrup, pink and white sprinkles and a dollop of whipped cream.

you’ve had to stand and watch as couples feed each other. you wanted to smash their faces into the sugary delights.

your just jealous. jealous they have someone while you daydream about harrington. who you work with while slowly rekindling your friendship.

robin, your new friend, says steve’s ‘got it bad for you’ her words. you just brush her off and ignore the warmth covering your ears.

during your lunch, steve sets a s s cupid in front of you and your homemade sandwich.

“what’s this?” raising a brow at the tooth ache treat.

steve sat in the chair across from you, a pink tint on his apples. “special treat for a special someone.” his fingers curled around the table edge.

now both brows raised, “oh? so i’m a special someone to you, harrington?” trying to tease steve while digging your spoon into the softening ice cream.

“well yeah.” he shrugged, “you’re my first valentine and haven’t done… that, in a few years. so, i have a question.” you could see the edge leaving steve each second.

“what’s the question?” scooping ice cream into your mouth, watching steve who watches you.

he took a deep swallow, his adam’s apple bobbing, “i was wondering, and hoping, if you’d like to be my valentine this year? and hopefully many more in the future?”

you couldn’t help your smile, “got tired of being asked?”

now steve smiled, “no, i liked being asked. by you and only you and then you stopped and- and it sucked. and it made me realize how much i like having those two things in my life.” he reached his arm across the table, fingers seeking out your own.

you hesitated before grazing your fingertips over his then linking hands together. “i missed asking you every year.”

steve grinned brightly, “you can ask every year. when ever you want.”

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Seventeen's reaction to you wearing heatless hair curlers

Synopsis: What would seventeen’s reaction be like when they see you wearing heatless hair curlers. Svt x gn! reader | fluff | 0.64k words | warnings: reader is assumed to have hair long enough to use the curlers | requested by anon A/n: sorry this is so short :( i hope you still like it anon!

⚘ He melts at how adorable you look

Seungcheol, Wonwoo, Minghao, Woozi (Yes even Woozi because he’s a big ol’ softie)

When you step into the room, he immediately melts. How can a human being be so adorable? He’ll do a once over to look at you. With your hair wrapped up in all those curlers, and you wearing your favourite clothes before bed, you look extra fluffy and squishable. He’ll definitely fawn all over you because he thinks you’re just the cutest thing ever. And also because he’s imagining you with your hair curled once the curlers are out. You’re going to look extra pretty. He’ll coo at you and make grabby hands while also patting the seat next to him for you so you can sit down. He’ll pat your head, giggling every single time his hand makes contact with the curlers. There’s this subtle bounce that he likes to see and feel. Be warned though, his seventeen ring might get caught in your curlers!

⚘ He laughs at how funny you look (endearingly of course)

Jeonghan, Joshua, Junhui, Vernon, Dino

He’s a menace so he’s going to laugh at you as soon as you whip out the heatless hair curling tools. Once you put it in your hair though? He’s rolling on the floor, clutching at his stomach and laughing until there are tears coming out of his eyes. Don’t get him wrong, he thinks you’re so adorable, but it’s just that you look so funny. Kind of like a clown wearing a really colourful, balloon hat. He’ll poke and tug at the curlers despite you slapping his hands away lightly. He can’t help it, he’s both amused and curious at how these things work. Like you just put it in your hair and then *magic* the hair stays curled for hours? He’s going to continue annoying you for a while. Don’t worry, he’ll shut up immediately when you threaten to put the curlers in his hair to make him look like a poodle. 

⚘ He screams out of fright at how scary you look

Hoshi, Dokyeom, Mingyu, Seungkwan

What is this monstrosity walking into the room? Your head and your hair looks so big and weird. There’s weird things curled into your hair, and the same weird things are sticking out of your head at the same time. He definitely gets the shock of his life and screams out of fear. Although you give him a pointed look and reassure him that it’s just your curlers, he’s still not convinced that your head isn’t full of snakes. He’s going to stare at you from a distance and poke at your head timidly. He might scream or yelp a couple more times when the curlers bounce back from all the poking. He’ll only calm down when he’s sure that those things that you call curlers are safe. That said, he might still get scared in the middle of the night so be prepared to get woken up to something pulling at your hair frantically while screaming…

⚘ Bonus: Junhui 

After Junhui laughs at you, he would become extremely fascinated with the curlers. Like the sizes of the curlers are all different depending on your hair length? Then, he starts thinking and a cheeky evil grin appears on his face. Next thing you know, he’s grabbing your pet cat and trying to put the curlers in its fur. Somehow your cat just lets him? By the next morning, Junhui is gleefully pulling the curlers out, and you're left with a very fluffy, chubby cat whose fur is all curled nicely. Junhui might even borrow one of kkuma’s bows, making your cat look like a posh, spoiled princess.

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Painted Smile

Painted Smile V

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Pairing: Alastor x Reader

Summary: You couldn't wait to meet new friends. What you didn't expect was this smiling little boy, only one year older than you, that would take such a big place in your life.

Notes: I think I wrote more for this chapter. I hope you'll enjoy this chapter dear readers. Let me know what you think about it.

“ You look.. dishearten, my friend”

You sighed as you looked at your friend: Alice. She was one of the first female friends you made 6 years ago at school. She was one of the sweetest girls you have ever met. She had long blonde locks with beautiful sapphire eyes, her voice sounded like a siren’s song. You were proud to be her friend, almost all of the boys who laid their eyes upon her were almost falling to their knees ready to propose to her. 

“ I have no idea what to do for Alastor’s birthday.” you sighed “ no idea of a present.”

Alice clapped in her hand with a big grin and you couldn’t help but scoff at her radiance. She always loved when you were talking about yours and Alastor’s relationship. You didn’t really know why but she wanted to meet him.  Well… yes, you knew why. Alastor was … He was…

“ How old is he ?” she asked you as she drank her cup of tea.

“ Well, he is going to turn seventeen. So I want to make him something special.” you sighed once again as you laid your cup of hot chocolate on the table. 

“ How long have you known each other ? “

“ Almost eight years.” you smiled fondly. Eight years. You’ve been friends with Alastor for eight years and you have loved every single year. You looked into your cup of hot chocolate, the colour reminded you of Alastor’s eyes. Alastor wasn’t a little boy anymore, he had become taller. Taller than you, his frame was more muscular thanks to his hunting trip, he had become more teasing, sneakier, and cunnier but the biggest problem was… He had become so handsome. He lost his chubby cheeks, now his jaw was sharp, his eyes were even more intense than before when he was interested in something, he was–

“ Should I let you alone with your chocolate~?” you jerked your head toward Alice who had a teasing smile on her lips. You chuckled while shaking your head, blushing a little. You daydreamed again ! “ Why do you not want me to meet him, I really want to meet your beau, you know? I have never seen you like this, never did someone make you react like this.”

“ Listen… He is.. an important childhood friend and he can be … intense sometimes. I don’t think you could handle him.” you said as you sipped your drink. You didn’t feel comfortable making Alastor and Alice meet. You knew that Alastor could be an ass sometimes and Alice was too sweet to … understand it ? “ But back to the topic, what should I give him for his birthday …”

“ From what you told me, he seems to really care about you, and with this war going on, I’m sure he’d rather you kept your money.” she smiled at you as you bit your lips. That was the problem. Alastor was going to be 17 years, next year he would turn 18. That means he … would be taken to war right? You felt yourself getting paler as many scenarios went inside your head. 

The only good news was that his father had been dragged to war, unfortunately just like yours, meaning that Alastor and Marie were finally alone in their house.  After the hunting’s trip’s accident eight years ago, you’ve never trusted his father again. Many times you went to Marie’s house and each time her husband was home you could feel the tension lingering in the air. When he was here, you and Alastor would go outside, play with Husker, play tag or hide and seek. 

Alastor never really talked about his father, but you could sense that he hated him. But you didn’t know why and one day, you tried to push on the subject, you wanted to help him in any way possible. 

This was the first time Alastor had raised his voice at you. 

“ Are you okay?” you lifted your head toward your friend. “ He won’t go to war, from what the paper says, it seems like it’s going to end soon!” she smiled at you as she took your hand in hers. You sighed, praying that you would never have to send Alastor to war. Alastor has tried to reassure you by saying that if he were to go to war, he would be an amazing soldier.

War is like a big hunt.

“ Yes, yes… I think I’m going to go home. I need to finish some homework and I don’t want to leave my mother alone.”

“ Did Delilah steal your work again?”

“ I think, but who cares, I’ll just do it again… Well, your beautifulness, might I walk you home?” you bowed as she laughed and you began to walk toward the richest quartier of New Orleans. You gossiped with Alice about what happened during this school’s week. She was so sure John was interested in pursuing a relationship with you. You rolled your eyes at her, she always liked love’s story. 

You did too, you weren’t going to lie, but when you thought about your future with a husband… You thought about–

“ Well, here we are! Are you sure you don’t want to stay here, I made cupcakes this morning!” she exclaimed with a big grin. You smiled at her, saying you really needed to go home. 

You waved her goodbye and walked home. You tried to make your way home quickly, if you were lucky, a letter from your father would be waiting for you at home. You had prayed each day that once the stupid war was over, he would come back alive. You opened your house’s door and went inside, hurrying toward the living room.  Did your father sended you a letter ?

“ Look who’s here~”

You turned around with a big smile, feeling your heart thumb loudly in your chest. How could he make you react like this everytime?

“ Alastor !” You hugged him before kissing him on both cheeks. Alastor had stopped flinching when you were touching him, even more surprising , he was very clingy with you. Always being in your personal space like he owned it. 

“ Seems like someone drank hot chocolate but didn't bother wiping her mouth.” he wiped your bottom lips with his gloved hand. You flushed as he stared at your mouth, keeping his finger on your lips. You could see your own reflection in his glasses. Unlike before, you couldn’t read Alastor as easily as when he was a child, unless you were alone together and mister decided to be “vulnerable” with you.  But you… You always felt safe and most of all, you felt seen.

Alastor always had a glint in his eyes when he was looking at you. You’ve never seen him look at something or someone else like this… And you liked it. Was it selfish to crave his attention… maybe not. You both were friends, special friends, childhood friends… But, Oh Lord, sometimes you craved more, but you didn’t know what. If Alastor was looking at you like this as a friend, how would he look at his future wife? 

“ Oh my dear, you look starving.”

You gasped as you took a step back while Alastor was smirking at you, his arms folded behind his back. You stuck your tongue to him, like you used to, you were maybe a young lady now, but with Alastor you were… yourself.

“ Young lady ! Didn’t I tell you to stop sticking your tongue ! I’m sorry, Alastor.” said your Mother while Marie, who was just behind her, was laughing behind her hand. “ Good Lord, when you both are together you are back to being children, God preserve me.” she sighed as she went into the kitchen.

“ Yes, listen to your Mother. Keep your tongue inside your pretty mouth.” teased Alastor as he sat on the sofa with his usual mocking smile. “ Now my dear, do you have news to share with me?”

You sat on the other side of the sofa and began to gossip as you usually did. There weren’t any microphones or notes like when you were children, but it was the same as your broadcast like you used to do in his bedroom. Just you and Alastor, gossiping about your daily life.

“ And then Alice said that John was interested in me but I think he just–”

“ Should I be alarmed ? It’s not the first time I heard this name ?” teased Alastor as he took off his glasses to clean them with a tissue from his chest pocket.

“ Which one? Alice? She wants to meet you…” you mumbled and tensed when you saw Alastor’s smile.

“ Well, why didn't you say so! I would be delighted to meet the darling that blesses my sweet little friend with her presence when I’m not here!” he exclaimed as he stood up. You jumped off the sofa as you forced him to sit back down. 

“ No Alastor !”

“ Oh come on my dear, do you want to keep me all to yourself ? How bold.” he smiled as he watched you struggle to keep him sitting. You groaned and decided to just sit on his lap to keep him from standing up. So there you were on your knees on each side of his thighs. You heard him inhale deeply, his hand gripping the sofa. Don’t blushed, don’t blushed, don’t blushed…

“ How bold, indeed, dear…” he stared at you, without his glasses. There it was. That glint. The one who made you… Feeling strange. You didn’t know if you were scared or…or what? There was something lingering in the air... He opened his mouth but you cut him off.

“ What do you want for your birthday ?”

His body tensed for a second, staring straight at you before he relaxed himself and laughed, tilting his head backward. He shook his head as he rolled his eyes.

“ Well, just like always. Celebrating with you and Mother. What could I ask for more?” he smiled at you but as you tried to stand up from his thighs, he grabbed your waist and pulled you near his face. “ Should we invite John?”

“ Who–? Wait, John? Why?” you frowned as you looked at his smile which seemed tense. He was grabbing your waist tighter now. His grip should hurt you but.. it was oddly comfortable. Why did he suddenly change–?

“ Wait… Are you jealous?” you smiled as you saw his smile twitched. “ Yes, yes, you are. Haha !” you laughed hoping you sounded mocking, but even to your ears, you almost sounded pleased, relieved. You squeaked as he pinned you to the sofa and began to tickle you. You squirmed as your laughter was getting louder and louder, gasping for air.

“ Do you remember the rules, dear?” he asked with a cunning smile, knowing perfectly that you couldn’t answer right now. “ Rule number one:  Never drop your guard.” he stopped tickling you “ Go on dear. Rule number two?” he tilted his head toward you, staring at your red and teary face.

“ You are the strongest here.” you gasped as you tried to wipe your tears that threatened to stream down your face but Alastor holded both of your wrist in one hand.

“ Rule number three.” 

“ I give up…” you breathed as you closed your eyes. You felt his head next to yours, his lips almost touching your ears. 

“ Give up yourself to me.”

Your eyes opened suddenly, feeling your body being hot. You looked at Alastor who was above you but he seemed confused. He tilted his head as he watched your expression.

“ Are you okay, you look almost as red as Eamon ?” he laughed at you as he stood up, putting his glasses back on.

“ What did you just say?” you asked, your voice a mere whisper.

“... You look almost as red as Eamon?” you shook your head as you sat up and stared at him. He seemed really confused, did you imagine this? Is it what you wanted to hear? You groaned as you hid your face in your head, it was because of Alice’s stories, your mind was playing tricks on you now! “ By the way dear, it seems like you have a letter.” he said as he held a letter to you. It was from your father ! 

You took the letter from his hand with a happy grin, the letter was already open, surely your mother, and read what your father wanted you to know. He was okay, he missed you but mostly there were rumors about how the war will be soon over. you sighed in relief. Your father would come home. You just knew it. You looked at Alastor who was observing your face.

“ You still have no news from your father?”

“ No, I wouldn’t be surprised if he had been killed for insubordination.” he said with detachment as he looked at his nails. You nodded before turning your head toward the entrance where you heard a knock. You stood up and went to open the door and froze.

“ Alice ?”

“ I’ll be quick, you forgot your bag at the coffee shop.” she smiled as she held your bag toward you. 

“ How… But… You went back to the coffee shop?”

“No, no, a gentleman came to my door and asked if the bag was mine.”

“ Alice… A man came to your door with my bag and you are not worried ? How did he know where you lived ? Does that mean he followed us?” you forced her to enter your house, looking outside “ What does he look like?” You squealed as you were jerked inside the house by your dress. You turned to see Alastor who was staring at you, with a pissed expression, his smile still present.

“ Are you dumb? If there is a man who is following you, why would you show your face, confirming that you are living here.” he asked you coldly. You closed the door quickly. 

“ The man isn’t here for me, if he is here. He didn’t follow me, he followed her.” you pointed to Alice. “ You can understand that, I mean, look at her.” 

You watched as Alastor looked at Alice. You couldn’t see his face but you saw Alice’s who seemed to try to make herself even smaller than she was. He shook her hand with his usual charming smile you guessed.

“ Quite a pleasure to be meeting you, I’ve heard a lot of you. You seemed like a clever woman, I would have never guessed that you would walk down the street with a soon to be stalker at your feet, bringing this man to my dear friend’s door!” 

“ N-nice to be meeting you, sir. I’m.. I’m sorry..?” Alice stared at you, begging you with her eyes to do something. You sighed, you have told her Alastor was intense.

“ No, no, No need to be sorry. It is not your fault, but the gentleman’s one. You both shouldn’t stay outside alone.”

“ Alastor, maybe we are overthinking. Maybe he was a nice gentleman–”

“ Oh my friend, hush.” he turned to Alice “ What did he look like?”

You watched as Alice described the man’s appearance. You were dumbfounded. Did Alastor just shush you? You crossed your arms on your chest as you pouted, watching both of your friends talking. They looked good together… You bit your lips. No. Alice wouldn’t be able to stay an entire day with Alastor. You stomped your foot on the floor and you clapped your hand together.

“ Well, dear friends of mine, go into the living room, I'll go with some drinks.”

“ No, no, I won’t bother you any longer. I’m going home.” 

“ I’ll accompany you.Stay here.”

You stared in shock as Alastor went into the kitchen where your mothers were. Did he just say what you thought he said? Alice came closer to you and winked at you.

“ He seems like a good man, keep it up.”

Alastor came back with his jacket on, he opened the door for Alice and left without kissing you goodbye. You stared at the closed door. Did Alastor fall for Alice, like every boy she met? You ran to your room, and jumped on your bed, burying your face in your pillow. Did he really leave, leaving his mother? you threw your pillow on the wall.

“ To hell with him ! I don’t need him.” you said as you wiped the tears that you haven’t even felt falling down your cheeks. You went to the bathroom, ignoring your mother and Marie’s question about your teary eyes. You washed up, put on a nightgown and went into your bed. You stared at the wall before closing your eyes. You couldn’t fall asleep, you were imaginiting Alice and Alastor walking down the road, hands in hands. You felt tears whelming up in your eyes. You didn’t care! You didn’t! 

You didn’t know how long you kept thinking about it but you were still awake when you felt a hand stroking your cheeks. You sighed , nuzzling your cheek against the hand. You guessed your mother was coming to comfort you even though she didn’t know why you were upset.

“ Dear friend, why are you crying?”

You sat up immediately and stared at the person in front of you.

“ Alastor…Why are you here?” you asked as you held the cover against you. You didn’t want him to see you like this. Crying over him. You were too proud. And you weren’t crying for him! 

“ Well, I came to give you your kiss, dummy.” he approached his face toward you, staring at your eyes. “ But why are you crying? Is it because of the man?” his eyes went cold, his smile widened but there was no warmth like usual. He seemed.. menacing. “ Did he come here? Did he touch you? Where?”

 You just stared at him as tears were falling down your cheeks. It seemed like seeing you cry made him more and more upset.

“ This bastard was here? I fucking walked your little friend home so I could see if someone was lingering around here and that bastard had the nerve to come and–”

You didn’t know what came over you, you covered his face with your blanket and you kissed the place where the blanket covered his lips. He froze. You pressed your lips against the tissue and then slowly, stepped back.  You stared at him, his face still covered…

“ No.. I was just… afraid that you would leave me for Alice.” you whispered looking at his frame. Seeing that he didn’t remove the blanket, you understood that… he knew that both of you would not be talking about what is happening right now. “ She is a beautiful lady, and she is interesting, sweet… a perfect lady you would say.”

“ Don’t put words in my mouth dear.” You chuckled as he moved his hand toward your cheek, wiping your tears away. “ So, you thought she was going to take me away from you? How absurd. Nothing could tear me away from you, not even yourself.”

You stopped breathing at this confession, your heart beating even stronger. You didn’t know what to do with all of your feelings. You were just so relieved that Alastor saw your friendship like you did.

“ Can I take off your blanket now?”

You laughed and uncovered his face, his warm smile was back, his glint in his eyes even more present. You looked away, fidgeting with your nightgown. You needed to erase the tension quickly.

“ You look like an absolute mess my dear friend! I’ll let you rest and please, do get your beauty sleep unless you want to crack every mirror you shall see.” he laughed as you tried to hit him with a pillow. He kissed you on the forehead, giggling before leaving your bedroom. “ See you soon, doll~!”

You fell on your bed with a big smile and hid your face into your pillow.

You didn’t know what happened but it made your feel better.

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