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babygorewhore · 1 month

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10 things I hate about you part three.

Logan Howlett x fem reader

The tension between you and Logan finally comes to a head in this final part.

Part one.

Part two

I found out my dog has cancer today. It’s been a horrible day but I still wanted to write and finish this series. I apologize if it’s shitty but I’m just tired. Can’t wait to write more of him. And if I didn’t tag you when you’ve asked, I simply didn’t remember.

Warnings! Angst! Talks of troubled past! Talk of death! Violence! Arguing! Oral! Fem receiving! Degrading! Praise! Unprotected sex! Hair pulling! Age gap! Reader is late 20s and Logan is late 40s!

“Keep glaring at me and your face is gonna get stuck like that.” You say without looking at Logan who was grumbling to himself.

You both were sitting at a diner the next morning from the all night ride on the bus. Your clothes were messy and your entire body worn out. Logan did allow you to rest on his shoulder until he nudged you awake and told you that you were getting off at this stop.

The waitress set down a pot of coffee, sugar and creams prepared. You were shocked to see Logan give her something close to a smile.

“I take it you want the usual order, James?” The older woman asked and he nodded. She turned to you and grinned.

“Ah, who’s this lovely lady?” You told her your name and she glanced between you both. “I’m glad to see him with someone.” His soft expression hardened and you cleared your throat.

“May I please have blueberry muffins?”

“Of course, sugar. Coming right up.” She chirped and walked away.

“I’ve never heard anyone call you by your first name.” You spoke and Logan rolled his broad shoulders.

“Yeah well that’s how I introduced myself to her.” He replied tiredly and leaned back. “Why didn’t you tell me what your power was?”

Logan’s question was one you wanted to keep avoiding at all costs. Your answer was complicated and you anticipated a poor reaction from you. You didn’t answer and his jaw flexed.

“Alright, bub. You wanna play this game with me? Fine. But I hope for your sake you have one hell of a reason for what you did.”

“Can we just not argue for five minutes?” You sighed and widened your eyes. “It fucking sucked. I get it. You don’t need to keep repeating it.”

To your surprise, he mumbled “Fine.” And watched you take a drink of the hot coffee. “Where are your parents?”

His personal inquiry took you by surprise and you paused. Logan’s dark eyebrow raised in expectation and you purposely took a long sip of coffee.

“They’re gone.” You answered in response and he tilted his head to the side. You exhaled and cleared your throat, setting your mug down. “My father is in prison. And my mother is dead. I killed her.”

Logan snorted and rolled his eyes but then focused when he saw your gaze hardened. He realized you weren’t joking. He opened his mouth but the waitress came with a tray, she set down his meal and two blueberry muffins for you.

“Can I get you a refill?” She asked and you nodded with a wide smile in thanks.

“Yes, please.”

You could tell Logan was itching to ask you more but waited for her to come back. “Leave the pot if you don’t mind.” He quietly asked and she took the hint.

You weren’t getting out of this conversation and you pushed around the food on your plate. “You heard me correctly. I murdered my mother.”

Logan narrowed his eyes. “Nice try but I’m not a dumbass. I know well enough. You’re not a killer. Something happened and she ended up dead.”

You flicked a hair out of your face and crossed your arms. “You don’t know anything about me. That’s something you’re missing. You just make assumptions about people because you’re bitter and angry at the world.”

This bravery was coming from exhaustion and discomfort but Logan wasn’t falling for your attempt. “She tried to kill me. And I had to stop her.”

“So you cover up all this shit with false charm and wit to distract people from the past? Interesting.”

You smirk. “It’s not false.”

“And you make some bet with the iceman, who wants to fuck you, that you can make me like you because of some dumb crush on me?”

Your heart plummets and you begin to shake.

“You also think I’m stupid. You think I’m so fuckin dumb that I don’t these games you play with people. All of this? All this pretending you do? It’s just an act to keep everyone from seeing what’s really inside. A sad little girl who was abandoned. And you’re hoping someone will help pick up the pieces. Well, it’s not me. Get it through your head.”

You sat in silence after he finished grounding out his lecture with a wave of different emotions. Shame that he knew about the bet. Sadness from him using that against you even though it was true and finally anger coursed through you.

Your first instinct was to get up. Run out of the building and hide away. Maybe even just leave him there and escape back to the school on your own. But that’s not what you did.

Your focus sharpened and Logan blinked a few times as he realized that he couldn’t talk or move. He was extremely strong, stronger than you could have ever imagined as he resisted but your growing temper was keeping him still as you leaned in close.

“I’m sorry about the bet. I shouldn’t have done something so stupid and I know that. But don’t you ever act like you have some kind of idea about me or my life. That would require you to think of anyone else but yourself. Don’t ever bring up that my parents abandoned me. I wish they did. I wish they would have left me instead of what happened.”

At the last word, you finally released him and Logan jerked. He huffed a breath as he watched you stand with red rimmed eyes.

“Xavier found me underneath a pile of a broken house. If it wasn’t for the table above me, I would have been dead that night. And now, I’m just trying to help other people. I’m just trying to be a good person. I didn’t mean to like you and sometimes I don’t even know why. You’re not nice to me. You’ve treated me like shit the entire time. And I don’t deserve that.”

You exited the diner as tears streamed down your cheeks. Your footsteps carried you back to the bus stop for this never ending trip. You’d have to get a new phone, otherwise you’d call someone to come and get you.

You sat on the bench for almost an hour when you heard his heavy footsteps approaching but your eyes remained on the road. Logan sat down next to you, his thigh almost touching yours.

“You’re right. You didn’t deserve that.”

You didn’t give him a response and through the corner of your eye, he faced you. “Susan, the waitress let me use her phone. Couple of people are headed our way to get us.”

You still remained quiet and Logan sighed.

“There’s also a trailer she owns behind the diner. She offered for us to stay there until they arrive.”

“No thanks.” You aimed your body to the side.

“I’m trying to make things right.” He started and you whipped to face him.

“And you’re doing a really shitty job, Wolverine.” You hissed his xmen name like venom and he actually recoiled. The big strong warrior flinched from you. “So please. Spare me the poor attempt and shut the fuck up.”

You’d never spoken to him like that and you got up. You began to storm off, searching for the trailer he spoke of when you felt a hand graze your elbow. In a rage, you twirled on your heel and put your hand on his firm chest.

“Stop chasing after me. You made your point. I was so fucking stupid for making the bet. The only thing you will ever care about is a woman who never chose you. She never chose you! I hid my powers from you because I didn’t want to hurt you. I didn’t want you to think of her when you’d see me use them. I just wanted to spend time with you.” You whispered the last part and Logan’s eyes squeezed shut.

His fingers wrapped around your wrist but to your surprise he gently stroked the skin. Logan’s hold firmed and he tugged you closer to him. Your shoes touched his and he leaned his head down.

“Staying away from me is the best thing anyone can do. Everyone who gets close to me ends up dead. And I won’t have more blood on my hands.” Logan was rejecting you again but his gaze darted to your lips.

But you were the one to pull away.

Logan allowed you to move towards the trailer without another word and you both scanned the small space. There was only one bed but there was a couch as well. You automatically leaned towards the sofa and he stopped you.

“I’ll take the couch. You sleep on the mattress.” He grunted.

You didn’t argue.

You woke to Logan shouting in his sleep. His claws shot out of his knuckles and you kept a safe distance as he woke himself up. Your lower lip was pulled between your teeth as sweat came from his skin and he wildly looked around.

He heaved and sunk his claws back into the bone.

“I get them too.” You offered and he looked up at you.

“I would give anything to have one peaceful night of fucking sleep.” He whispered and you nodded. You took a risk and shifted around. Your legs hung off the bed and you climbed off. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“I can help you sleep.”

Logan’s lips tightened. “Pills don’t work for me.”

“I mean using my mutation.” When he didn’t reply you deflated. “I’m sorry. That was insensitive. I know you probably don’t like anyone in your head-“

“Yes.”

His agreement surprised you and you stopped short. You didn’t want him to change his mind about it so you quickly extended a hand. You rested your hand on his dark hair, absentmindedly stroking the soft strands and your heart fluttered.

“Just breathe.”

Logan shut his eyes and allowed you to search his mind for a happy memory. You half expected to see Jean but you instead saw him overseeing a class you instructed. You were smiling in his mind, unaware of him watching and you drew a diagram on a board. It was a calm class that was just an ordinary day.

You continued moving around his thoughts and saw even more images of yourself. Moments of you in the kitchen, play fighting with friends. You saw a time where you played with a service dog outside.

You then proceeded to dig deeper and saw young him. Quietly reading in a large bedroom, decorated in items that were older.

You dropped your hand and came back to the present. Logan’s breathing slowed and he didn’t look tense.

“You’re always so kind to people. Even when they don’t deserve it.” He chuckled. “You’re funny. Especially at night when you try to make the kids go to bed.” Logan looked into your eyes. “You don’t care what people think of you.”

“I didn’t know you even saw those things.” You whispered.

“Why would I want to ruin someone’s sunshine?” He countered and you leaned down.

“You don’t ruin anything, Wolverine.”

“I like that you use my name.” He admitted in a low voice and you swallowed thickly.

“Logan, I wouldn’t hurt you. Not on purpose. I didn’t mean to be so annoying-“

“I like that you push my buttons. You don’t let me be an asshole. You’re like a…puppy.” Logan smiled. It was a genuine one then it dropped. “I shouldn’t have said what I did earlier. Whatever happened between you and your family-it must have been a nightmare.”

“My mother was convinced I was a demon. She did things that were crazy but one night she snapped. And she tried to kill me. I didn’t mean to hurt her. I just wanted her to stop.” You shuddered at the memory. “I have nightmares about her. That’s why I always stay up late.”

“Can’t say it gets better. Wish I could. After hundreds of years, I still remember every life I’ve taken. But you-“ He struggled to find the words. “Eventually, you can find meaning in this shitty world. You’re doing it with all those kids.”

“Well, well, Logan, you’ve given me a compliment.” Your teasing made him look at your proximity.

“Yeah. Think you’ve heard enough of me being a dick. Might as well tell ya something nice.” He huffed and you didn’t know what came over you. You bent down and pressed a light kiss to his cheek.

You yanked back, startled by your own action. “I’m so sorry, you just-“

“Fuck it.”

Logan stood up and wrapped his massive hand around the back of your head. Your parted lips allowed him to easily crush his mouth to yours and you felt the back of your knees hit the mattress.

His kiss was bruising at first, hungry the way he moved on top of you between your legs. Logan’s hair fell forward and grazed your forehead as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders. You yelped as he tore away from your lips and peppered needy kisses along your jaw. “Logan-I don’t want you to feel like you need to-“

“Wanted to fuck you when you were on that goddamn stage.” He growled, tearing apart the top of your clothing. Exposing your chest and bra, Logan ran his tongue across your skin and nipped it with his teeth.

“I’m gonna fuckin ruin you.” He promises and you whimper.

Logan trails his fingers along your curves, his warmth searing against your bare flesh and his facial hair tickling your neck. “Such a pretty body. I’m gonna taste that pretty pussy and you’re gonna take it like a good girl, huh?” He huskily announces.

Even in your wildest dreams, you still couldn’t have imagined the moment of Logan Howlett tearing away your panties and groaning deeply. Your nipples hardened as he rolled two girthy fingers around your clit and gave it a spank.

“What’s the matter? Can’t handle being smacked around a little?” Logan darkly whispered and smeared your wetness around your folds. You threw your head back and whined as he dragged his lips down your stomach, pelvis and finally hovered above your cunt.

He eagerly dragged his tongue and licked you like melting ice cream. You buried your hands in his hair and pulled, moaning a slew of swear words as Logan drooled against your pussy. He slipped inside your entrance, filling you partially and you cried out.

Logan roughly turned you around, separating your ass and continued to eat your pussy. This angle was somehow deeper as your chest pressed against the mattress and you let out pornographic sounds. He held your calves down as he sucked and licked your cunt.

It was overwhelming and you were just about to hit your peak when he yanked away. But you didn’t have time to miss the contact when you heard Logan unbuckle his belt. You turned your head and looked over your shoulder.

You needed to enjoy every second of this so you maneuvered around and sat on your heels. You were breathless as Logan pulled down his pants and boxers. His dick was big, as you expected but it was so thick and leaked with precum.

“Don’t look so scared now, princess.” He hoarsely laughed and you stopped him from taking his shirt off.

“Let me.” He allowed you to peel it off and you admired his muscular torso. Your hands traced every avenue and his stomach tightened as your fingers moved above his v-line.

“Like what you see?”

“Mhm. You’re perfect.” You said sincerely and he pressed his lips to yours again. You tasted yourself on his tongue as he laid you on your back.

Logan wasn’t a gentle man by any means but he was tender in the way he held back his superhuman strength. He didn’t want to hurt you. He ran the tip of his cock along your slit and breathed through gritted teeth.

He pushed inside you, his dick stretching your cunt and you let out a throaty groan. You felt it pulse as he thrusted, filling you to the brim and his balls slapped against your ass.

“Cmon. You can take it, now you’re not so mouthy.” Logan snarled as your eyes rolled back and he lifted your legs up. Adding to the intensity as he fucked you. “Such a good girl, pussy squeezing me.”

You were nearly wailing and your nails dug into his back. He ran his tongue along your pulse point. “I’m-I can’t-fuck!” You squealed as Logan wrapped his hand around your neck.

“You gonna let me fill you up? Cum in you over and over again?”

You nodded rapidly.

“I’m not some little bitch. I don’t just bust a load in two seconds. You’re gonna cum and suck my cock with that pretty pussy till you can’t see anymore.” He promised and your vision whitened.

Your orgasm hit you like a tidal wave and you were sobbing. Logan fucked you through it, using your leaking arousal to add further slip as he pounded you. Your head lulled to the side but he shook his head.

“Don’t worry, I’m gonna hold you up.”

You were back on your knees and looking at the wall as he slammed back into you.

“That’s it, milk my cock like the slut you are. You gonna be a good girl and take it all for me?” He mocked and you gasped for air between crying.

“Cum in me, god please, cum in me, please! Please!” You begged and Logan slapped your ass so hard you squeaked.

He tangled his big fingers in your hair and controlled your rhythm as he made you bounce on it.

Logan shouted and rested his head on your back as he creamed in you. You felt warm ropes of cum spill and leak out. Another orgasm hit you hard and you bit the top of your hand.

His stamina was endless, you knew that but he did finally pull you into his chest after five rounds.

You laid there in silent bliss for several seconds and felt him press a sweet kiss to your temper.

“You free Friday night?” He asked and you perked up with a grin spreading across your face.

“Are you asking me out?”

“I’m trying to-“

You giggle and cup his face, kissing him hard. Logan rests his hand on your lower back.

“Yes. I’m free.” He gives you another rare soft smile and hums.

“Gives me time to find a decent car. Gotta do at least one thing right.” You gently touch his cheek and nuzzle against him.

“Logan?”

“Hmm?”

“I’m feeling deep urges to bite you.”

“Oh, here we go.”

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mizgnomer · 2 months

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Behind the Scenes of The Giggle - Part Eight

Excerpt from DWM 599 - Benjamin Cook’s interview with David Tennant and Ncuti Gatwa:

DWM: What were your first impressions of one another? Had you met before the other week? David: “No, that was our first –” Ncuti: “We’d talked on the phone.” David: “We had, yes.” Ncuti: “But we first met at the stunt rehearsal [for the Toymaker’s game of catch] two weeks ago [10 June 2022]. My first impression of David was, ohh wow, he’s real.” David: [Bursts out laughing] Ncuti: “And then also just, ohhh, his voice sounds like it does on the telly!” David: [Laughing harder] Ncuti: “I couldn’t believe it. And then Catherine [Tate] as well. It’s like, oh my God, they’re actually real! They’re here!” David: “You thought I was some mythological creature?” Ncuti: “[Over the sound of David guffawing] Yes, but I fell in love with you instantly. Instant warmth, I felt. And instantly sound. I felt comfortable and at ease.” David: “Ohh, that’s good.” Ncuti: “I’m so happy that we’re doing this episode together. What an amazing person to learn from and do this with. What a gift. This is such a gift.” David: “And for me. I thought, well, what a treat to be alongside this cool young buck. This thrusting new talent –” Ncuti: “Ha ha!” David: “– that this old man gets to stand next to and bask in some of the reflective glory.” Ncuti: “You have more energy than me, though, can I just say! I look at you and I’m like, ‘Where’s all this energy coming from? I need to sit down.’” David: “I’m just trying to keep up, that’s all it is.”

For other posts in this set, please see the #whoBtsGiggle tag. The full episode list is [ here ]

#david tennant #catherine tate #ncuti gatwa #the giggle #bonnie langford #neil patrick harris #david and ncuti are adorable together #both to look at and in interviews #I'd love more dual-doctor interviews with them #bless david and his energy #I wish I had what he has #stuff i posted #whoBts #whoBtsGiggle #dw 60th #doctor who 60th anniversary

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bro-atz · 9 months

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Would you ever consider a part 2 to the professor!yunho imagine? One where they’re hiding their relationship but maybe they almost get caught one day?

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in which: you and professor jeong yunho decided to continue your relationship secretly, only to almost get caught one day

pair: professor!yunho/afab!reader

word count: 4k

content: smut, teacher x student relationship (college level, so it's completely legal mind you), safe sex, professor kink?, choking, oral sex, bedroom sex, office sex, completely consensual!

author's note: anon, i originally was not going to do a part two since i wanted to make this a prof series w some of the other members but 1. prof yunho is hot as fuck and 2. my roommate and i were talking the student that ross dated in friends, so fuck it let's do this let's bring those forum girls back... also like tysm for waiting like if you forgot you asked this or assumed i deleted it i hope that reading this makes up for the wait/sadness (':

tag list: @k-hotchoisan @eyeryis @sinnarols apply for the permanent taglist here! network: @cromernet professor!series: yunho pt. 1, yunho pt. 2 san pt. 1, san pt. 2 yeosang seonghwa

post: i would absolutely love if prof jeong sat me on his lap in his office and bounced me on his dick. replies: 1: oh yes and then he sweeps all of his stuff off his desk and fucks me into the table → 2: girly you are unhinged 3: imagine if he stuck his fingers in your mouth to keep you quiet while he fucked you on his chair → op: that'd be fucking amazing 4. i'd rub myself against his thighs first ngl have you seen how muscular they are? → 1: fuck you're so right → op: rubbing myself on him until my panties are soaking wet is definitely something to think about... → 2: do y'all have wet dreams about prof jeong bc jesus → 4: as if you've never had any → 2: ...you're right okay moving on 2: guys but like... why do i feel like prof is in a relationship → 1: has he said anything??? → 2: no but like... the vibes are there → 1: IJBOL girl stfu what fucking vibes → 3: don't go breaking my heart → op: there's no way he is → 4: why do you say that? → op: have you seen his work sched?? → op: even getting office hours w him is impossible

“Are you sure you’re not posting anything on the forum?” Yunho asked you. “Because, darling, if there’s anything you want me to do, you can just tell me to my face.”

You found yourself in Yunho’s office sitting on his thigh— you didn’t know how it came to be, but one second you were discussing a test with him, and the next you were actualizing what the girls in the forum were posting about. You clung to Yunho’s shoulders as you rubbed yourself along his clothed thigh, your panties getting wetter by the second. You glared at him slightly as you replied with a trembling voice, “Baby, I promise. None of those posts are mine. I’m only checking the forum because of you asked me to.”

“So you don’t have any perverted fantasies you want to fulfill with me?” there was a hint of a chuckle in his voice.

“You’re—” you sharply inhaled when you felt your clit brush against his thigh just right. “You’re the perverted one here, Yunho.”

“True, but,” Yunho dropped his voice as he gripped your waist tightly and pressed his lips against your ear as he spoke. “You have to be a little perverted, too, for you to agree to this.”

You wanted to retort, but Yunho pushed his thigh up the slightest bit and planted wet kisses on your neck, making you let out a breathy moan. His fingers slipped under your shirt and massaged your breasts over your bra before he said softly, “Get up and strip for me, darling.”

He left you with a sweet kiss before helping you stand on your trembling legs. You shed your clothes while Yunho unbuckled his belt and slid his own pants down before swiftly rolling a condom on. You were left in only your panties when Yunho reached out for you. You pushed your panties to the side and positioned his twitching cock at your entrance. You sighed blissfully as you felt his dick stretch you out and fill you up.

“The forum said that I should bounce you on my dick,” he whispered teasingly in your ear. “Do you want me to do that?”

“Yunho,” you moaned. “Fuck me however you want. I just need you to fuck me.”

“Anything you want, darling.”

With that, Yunho cupped his hands over your ass and started moving you up and down. You gripped his shoulders tightly and let out a slight whine as you buried your face in his neck and did your damn best to suppress your moans. You felt like he got bigger every time he pushed your waist down onto his lap, and you let out a loud moan when he jerked his hips upwards, your ass stinging with the impact.

Before you could let out another moan, you felt Yunho run his fingers through your hair and pull your head out of his neck. He gripped the roots of your hair tightly as he left a powerful kiss on your lips, your lower lip tingling as he sucked hard, electricity zapping through your nerves as he dove his tongue deep into your mouth. Passionate exhales left your lung between each kiss, and you felt Yunho smirk slightly against your lips. He pulled his head away and quickly replaced his invasive tongue with his slender fingers.

“Not so loud.”

“I ca—”

“If you stay quiet right now, I’ll take you home and fuck you tonight as well,” he offered an incentive with a low, dangerous tone.

Gulping, you nodded and proceeded to focus sucking on his fingers as his hips slammed up even harder. You squeezed your eyes shut and clung to him, your fingers raking through his hair and latching on when you felt his fingers go even further into your mouth.

“Fuck, I need more than this,” you heard the man hiss in your ear, nearly making you cum— you always got even more turned on when you heard the professor use profanities.

He quickly withdrew his fingers from your mouth and lifted you as he stood up. With one hand under your ass to support you, he used the other to sweep everything off his desk and lay you down flat. He went from his hands to his elbows as he pinned you down and fucked you so hard that the desk started creaking. You were worried that the desk would collapse under your weight, but that worry immediately vanished when Yunho’s fat cock brushed against your G-spot and hit your cervix. You bit your lower lip and did your best to muffle your cry of pleasure as you came, your entire body shaking.

“Oh fuck!” Yunho bit out.

You blinked tears from your eyes as you looked at him. His jaw was tense, and his eyes were dark. He yanked you towards him quickly, his waist slamming against yours once last time as a low, deep moan left his throat, his cum filling up the condom. He breathed heavily as he stayed inside you, his body hunching over yours, his head dropped. You reached up and pushed his hair out of his face, a soft smile appearing on his face and, subsequently, yours.

“Was that everything on the thread?” he asked you teasingly.

“You’re such a perv, Yunho.”

post: so i stopped by prof jeong’s office during his office hours the other day but i wasn’t able to meet w him… his door was locked and i figured i’d come back later bc he prob had another student w him, but i lingered for a little in case his meeting ended and i swear i heard a girl moan his name and then there were also… other noises.

replies: 1: no fucking way. → op: i’m serious → 3: what did the other noises sound like?? → op: like mac and cheese → 3: THAT’S WHAT GOOD PUSSY SOUNDS LIKE HELP → 1: WHAT THE FUCK??????? → op: https://youtu.be/JBaHxFgmRdE

2: are you sure you weren’t just having a wet dream op? bc i seriously doubt it → op: no dude i swear this is real → 2: did you see who it was then? → op: i tried waiting, but then i got a call and had to leave → 2: sure, yeah, "a call" stop lying

3: see guys i’m telling you professor jeong is in a relationship → 4: you should ask him then → 1: stop! no! prof is definitely not!

4: guys imma ask him if he is after his class this week. i’ll post and lyk what he says → 3: gl friend

“Baby, look at this…” you said cautiously as you held your phone out for him to see.

You were sitting in his kitchen scrolling through the forum as he cooked dinner for the two of you— well, you already finished dinner, so he was doing the dishes while you sat and waited for him to finish up.

Yunho leaned over the counter to get a better look at your phone screen. He stifled a chuckle, a puff of air slipping out as he leaned back and continued washing the dishes.

“It’s not funny!” you exclaimed— you were seconds away from having a full blown panic attack. “What if we get caught?! Getting expelled is one thing, but these girls are going to actually assassinate me if they find out! I don’t want them coming for my head!”

With a small sigh, Yunho turned off the faucet and wiped his hands dry before walking around the countertop and sitting on a chair next to you. He brushed your hair out of your face and kissed your temple lightly.

“Don’t stress out about it. If you worry too much, then you’re more likely to get caught. Besides, they only seem to be interested in whether or not I’m in a relationship, so if I say that I’m not, then you’ll be safe,” Yunho said in a calming voice.

Your heart hurt slightly— you weren’t one to ask the “What are we?” question, but you did want to know how Yunho felt about you. Sure, he loved you and you loved him, but you hadn’t established any labels yet. You lowered your head and nodded, your eyes gazing at your lap.

You kept your head down as you felt Yunho slip your phone out of your grasp and set it aside. He then pulled you into his chest and hugged you while nuzzling his nose into the crook of your neck. You felt him exhale, the warm air hitting your exposed collarbones, sending shivers down your spine. You hugged him back and sighed as you melted into his embrace, the warmth of his skin and strength of his hold calming you down.

It was when Yunho licked your neck then planted wet kisses on your neck did your mind completely clear. All you could focus on was clinging to him as he lifted you up, your legs automatically wrapping around his waist. He carried you to his bedroom and laid you down gently, his lips moving from your neck to your jaw to your lips.

“Darling,” Yunho whispered breathlessly in between kisses. “We don’t have to have sex tonight if you don’t want to—”

“No, I do. Please, baby. Have your way with me,” you whined. “Fuck me until I’m screaming and crying.”

“Okay. Strip and lay down flat,” Yunho instructed as he sat up.

“Yes, professor.”

You watched Yunho visibly shiver as he got off the bed. He looked you dead in the eye, a dangerous glint in his eye. “So that’s how you want to play it today, huh?”

“Yes, professor,” you replied teasingly while holding his gaze, a playful smirk crossing your face.

Yunho nodded. He pointed at your clothes and gestured, re-instructing you to strip. Doing as he said, you took off all your clothes and laid flat on the bed. The position was definitely awkward, and you felt yourself get slightly embarrassed just laying there stark naked, but when you paid attention to Yunho’s movements, the embarrassment faded. You watched him absentmindedly pump his cock until it was rock hard and standing erect. He rolled the condom on while letting out a light exhale. You chewed on your lower lip as you stared him down while he approached the bed.

“Don’t bite your lip like that, darling,” Yunho whispered before kissing you. “You’re going to hurt yourself if you keep your lip tucked in like that.”

“Promise?”

Yunho had to stifle a giggle. He shook his head and regained his composure— truth be told, he didn’t like to be called professor, but when you called him professor in bed, it made him all sorts of horny. He wanted to go further with this kink tonight.

“Y/N, you’re a bad student, aren’t you?” Yunho asked as he knelt, his knees on either side of your waist.

“Yes, professor. I’ve been a very bad student,” you whispered and nodded. “Very bad.”

“You came during my office hours to seduce me, didn’t you?”

He trailed his finger from the center of your neck down your chest, his nail tracing under your boob. You shivered and pressed your lips together in a tight line, doing your best to not bite your lip. You gasped and let out a shuddering exhale when you felt his large hand rest over your ribs, his fingers pressing firmly into your skin.

“No, I wanted to go over my results for the last test because I didn’t do that well,” you murmured— it honestly was the truth because you did go to discuss test results and ended up fucking him in his office all because he asked you about the forum.

“You know the concepts that you were being tested on, Y/N. Did you intentionally fail as an excuse to be alone with me in my office?”

“No—”

“Or are you trying to fail so you can be in my class again next semester?”

“I— Oh, fuck!”

Yunho didn’t give you the chance to respond. Without warning, he shoved his cock into your wet pussy quickly and harshly, his cock filling you up. You moaned loudly and tried to move your legs, but he had a firm hold on your thighs, making you keep your legs flat on the bed. You grabbed his arms and dug your nails into the skin on his forearms as he moved without remorse, his cock sliding in and out of you at a fast rate that you were not anticipating.

When Yunho changed his angle slightly, you felt the length of his cock rub repeatedly against your clit, making you tremble all over. You attempted to reach down and rub your clit as well, your orgasm nearing, but before you could even graze down there with the pads of your fingers, Yunho grabbed your hand. He lowered his upper body and forced your hand to rest on his shoulder. You ended up clawing Yunho’s back when you felt his fingers wrap around your throat and press lightly, a gasp and whine leaving your lips.

“You want me to punish you, don’t you?” Yunho said in between grunts as his hips rammed his cock deep inside you. “That’s why you let yourself be heard. That’s why you let someone overhear us, right?”

“N-no, that’s not— Ah!” you cried when his hold on your neck got the slightest bit tighter.

“This act needs to be punished, you know that, right?” Yunho brought his lips to your ear, his voice deep and dark.

“Ye-es, Professor Jeong.”

“Good girl,” Yunho said sweetly, making your body flush with heat. He let go of your neck and pulled out before saying, “Hands and elbows. Now.”

Breathing deeply, you struggled to do ask he asked now that your blood was rushing back to your head. Yet, you managed flip yourself over as he ordered. Without so much as a warning, Yunho grabbed your ass with a tight grip and shoved into you once again, his strong hands pulling you back towards him while he thrust forward.

Yunho’s gyrations sped up when he bent over you, his chest pressing against your shoulders. His arms snaked around your body, and his fingers sought out your nipples. He pinched them tightly and twisted them while pulling down, earning a loud cry of pain mixed with pleasure. You only got louder when his entire hand gripped and massaged your breasts roughly.

“Yu-yunho— Fuck!”

You weren’t expecting the man to slap your ass. Yunho had moved back up and slapped your ass a second time before biting out, “It’s Professor Jeong to you.”

“P-professor, I’m gonna cum!”

Your voice shrilled as you began to see spots. Yunho pushed himself so far into you, his cock brushing against your cervix as his waist pressed right into your ass. You felt the wave of pleasure take over you and flung your head back, unable to bear the restriction of your orgasm. Yunho pulled out suddenly, and you squirted all over the bed, your entire body trembling.

Seeing your ass and thighs jiggle as you came uncontrollably was too much for Yunho. He barely let you finish properly before he shoved two of his fingers into you roughly, his curled fingers slipping in and out of you. He hit your G-spot several times, and you squirted again, this time all over his hand. However, that wasn’t enough for the man.

You were practically sobbing when you felt Yunho pull you up and over so that you were sitting in between his legs, his hot, throbbing cock pressing into your back. One hand on your breast, the other slithered in between your legs, his fingers re-entering you. He bit your shoulder and handled you with such force and strength that your brain completely melted. You came yet again when left the sloppiest kiss on your neck. You for sure thought that he was going to give you a second after that, but you were sorely mistaken.

Before you realized it, Yunho had you so that you were on your back again. He spread your thighs and pushed his face in between your legs, his nose brushing against your clit.

“P-professor, wait, slow down!” you cried as your fingers found their way to his hair.

You gripped and pulled the roots of his hair, trying your best to move the man away from your cunt. But, Yunho was an immovable force. No matter how much you cried and beg and pleaded, he remained right where he was, his tongue deep inside and violating you without remorse.

Right as you were nearing your nth climax of the night, you squeezed your thighs together, prompting Yunho to remove himself from your pussy. He rubbed two of his fingers against your clit quickly until you felt like your clit was going to catch on fire, and you came again. Your entire body convulsed, your grip on him gone as you ran your fingers through your own hair trying to cling to whatever remaining sanity you had left.

Tears blurred your vision as you cracked your eyes open to see Yunho preparing himself at your entrance.

“Wait!” you breathed out. “Give me a second! Please.”

“It wouldn’t be a punishment if I listened to you, darling,” Yunho stated as he kissed your tears away. “But, I’ll slow down if you really need me to.”

Yunho left sweet kisses on your lips, his eager cock twitching as it yearned to be inside you. However, he waited until you were ready for him. The two of you continued to make out, your hips unconsciously rolling into the sheets. Yunho felt you writhe below him, and without breaking your chain of kisses, he swiftly entered you again, but he kept the slow pace up.

You were the one to break away first. You moved your head to the side and guided Yunho’s head into your neck, silently requesting him to kiss your neck as he fucked you senseless again. Yunho did as you asked, and he left sloppy pink marks along your neck as he bucked his hips against yours. He had one hand hold your head while the other one guided your thigh upwards, your knee pressing in your breast as his thrusts got jerkier and harder.

Yunho was close. He pushed himself up and grabbed both of your legs, your legs resting his shoulders as he sat upright and rut himself into you at a fast, steady pace over and over again, your entire body shifting with every thrust. You nearly bit your lower lip, only to remember Yunho’s words from earlier that night, so you bit down on your knuckle as the man sped up.

“Shit, I’m cumming!” Yunho groaned, his cock still gliding in and out of you as it spasmed.

You felt him twitch several times inside you, his chest heaving as groans left his system. His hold on your legs weakened, allowing you to lower your legs and fully melt into the bed. You remained in said puddle even when Yunho got off the bed, threw out the condom, went to the kitchen, and returned with water. He helped you up and sat next to you, allowing you to lay your head on his chest. You sipped at the water and snuggled into his embrace further.

“How are you feeling?” Yunho asked gently as he brushed stray hairs away from your face.

“Fulfilled,” was the best word you could come up with to accurately describe your physical state.

“Good.”

You detected slight disappointment in his voice. You sat away from him to get a good look at his face as you asked, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” Yunho smiled and shook his head.

“You don’t sound like nothing’s wrong. What is it?”

“…Are you sure you’re okay with us doing this? I don’t want you to feel scared to be with me,” Yunho whispered.

“As long as I’m with you, I’m not scared of anything,” you shook your head. “I love you, Yunho.”

A genuine smile crossed his face. “I love you, too,” he whispered happily as he hugged you closer to him, his hand running over your waist as he left a sweet kiss on your cheek. “I love you so much, Y/N.”

Take the glass of water out of your hands, he set it aside before lacing his fingers with yours, bringing the back of your hand to his lips. He rubbed calming circles into your hand, his head resting gently on top of yours as he continued, “I’ll always be here for you, so don’t let those forum girls scare you, okay? We won’t get caught. I promise.”

“Alright, class dismissed!”

You watched Yunho from your seat in the classroom as you packed up and noticed a gaggle of girls heading right towards him. You watched the scene unfold as you continued to pack up your materials, the shrills of the girls’ voices reaching your ears.

“Professor Jeong!” the way the girls spoke to him made you want to tear your ears out, but you continued to listen anyway. “Are you seeing anyone?”

You choked on your own spit. You watched with wide eyes as Yunho calmly responded, his face unflinching as he answered their inquiry.

“That’s awfully direct,” Yunho said with a light chuckle.

“We just wanna know because we all keep arguing about it, that’s all,” another girl explained.

“I see… But, that is a very personal question, so I’m afraid I won’t be able to answer it. Maybe ask me questions about class?”

“Okay, then, when you teach, do you think about someone?”

“I’m not answering that either.”

“Please?!”

You quickly made your way down the lecture hall steps as the girls inched closer towards the man you loved, nearly cornering him.

“Professor, I have a question about the upcoming test,” you said as soon as you reached the podium.

“See,” Yunho pointed at you. “That’s a question I can answer. What is it?”

“I was wondering about these equations…”

You absentmindedly spoke as you watched the girls slink away, their heads bowed in defeat as they left the lecture hall, leaving you and Yunho in there alone.

“Thank you for that,” Yunho said with a sigh— apparently those questions the girls bombarded him with did a number on him.

“Okay, but now I wanna know,” you said quietly.

“Know what?”

“Are you seeing anyone?”

Yunho furrowed his eyebrows as he looked at you, only for him to understand what you were implicitly asking.

“Of course I am,” he answered with a grin. “I’m seeing you, darling.”

“So would you say that we’re dating? We’re in a relationship?”

“Yes, Y/N, I would say that. You are my girlfriend.”

Your heart fluttered with happiness and relief. You let out a content sigh as you replied, “Then you’re my boyfriend, professor.”

“Don’t you dare, darling, or I’ll have to fuck you right here in the lecture hall.”

“Promise?”

#broatz request #ateez #jeong yunho #yunho smut #yunho x reader #ateez yunho #jeong yunho ateez #yunho ateez #jeong yunho smut #broatz #cromernet

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diorsluv · 5 months

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casual , part 9

“ i have anger issues ”

series m. list previous chapter

( socialmedia!au )

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notes ) she’s a bit of a short one BUT HERES TO THE STARS’ SATURDAY NIGHT WIN AND THE WIN FROM TN ‼️ the stress was fucking insane and my heart was BEATING but we did it 🙏 a celebratory chapter if you will

tags: @dancerbailey3 @hughesfein @loveforaugust @alwaysclassyeagle @love4ldr @inhoodmood @bunting58 @crazycat-ladys-blog @smoooore @bunbunbl0gs @lilasianmeat

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clairewritesjjkxreader · 9 months

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Sukuna’s Wife and Yuuji’s Onee-chan (Sukuna x Reincarnated!Y/N) scenario: Heian era childhood

Request by @serendipitylovescat

A/N: This is a possible origin story for Sukuna and Y/N in this onee-chan au, but I haven’t made up my mind as to how the two met and what their lives were like in the early days. Much like with the Joker’s multiple choice past, it’s the mystery that keeps on giving. Anyway, HAPPY NEW YEAR, EVERYONE.

Trigger warning: child abuse, bullying, violence, swearing

Ryomen Sukuna. Two-faced Sukuna. Bastard. Murderer. Halfling. Demon.

Normally, parents give extra thought when naming their children. For a lot of boys, they’re usually named based on desired traits like “strong” or “powerful.” But for this son, his father snidely called him “two-faced” and the name stuck.

Like every baby when they are born, Sukuna arrived in this world covered in blood and weeping. The other villagers could only think of the worst outcome for his mother. After all, so many young wives who were healthier than she died during labor, so it was only normal to expect the stick-thin woman to pass on.

But for better or worse, she survived.

A smooth delivery would normally be a thing of celebration, a living mother and her plump baby were supposed to be a blessing. For Sukuna’s parents, such a thing was a curse.

Born with four arms and four eyes and suspiciously symmetrical birthmarks, such an abomination could only be a curse.

His father suspected his wife of seducing a yōkai, he became a drunk and beat his wife daily, unwilling to even look at the thing that she claimed to be his own son. The other villagers believed that he ate his twin inside their mother and was punished by the gods.

No one knew the truth, not even the child himself.

One thing they could all agree on was this: Sukuna was a monster.

He was a monster who pushed his father into doing bad things. He was a monster who caused his mother shame and suffering, as she loved to remind him every single day.

Sukuna leaned on the tree, watching as the other kids in their little village played tag. His stomach growled but he could only ignore it. If he returned home to eat, his mother would yell at him. He only ate when she was asleep or beaten into unconsciousness by his father.

“Found you.”

Sukuna looked up and beamed. That’s right, everyone except one person hated him.

Unlike him, you were normal as far as his eyes could see, but you didn’t like staying in your house and you didn’t talk about your family. Neither of you liked anything or anyone in this village, only each other.

“Onigiri with fatty tuna I caught this morning,” you said, sitting next to him.

Sukuna voraciously bit into the rice and fish, savoring every moment with gratitude. “You’re the best cook I know.”

“Tell me if you want some tea. I managed to sneak some out.”

“Thanks–” his grin faded when he spotted familiar black and blue spots on your inner arm. They were the same bruises his mother had when she tried to block her husband’s hands.

“Who did this?” He asked, his three free hands grabbing your wrist.

“Ryo-chan,” you said his nickname–you were the only one who was never afraid of saying his name–“you’re hurting me.”

“S-sorry.” He pulled away two hands and softened the grip on the remaining one. He gently rotated your arm to get a better look. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay.” You grinned. “I know you didn’t mean to.”

“Did you—”

“Hey, Ryo-chan…” You shook off his grasp, causing him to frown, but you quickly intertwined your fingers together, making him blush. “If I told you I plan to run away, will you come with me?”

He almost dropped the onigiri.

Your smile became sad. “I… You’re the only one I will ever miss. I don’t like this place.”

He put his remaining hands over your connected fingers and he blurted out, “Yes!”

You blinked, wide-eyed.

He cleared his throat and looked away. “I-I mean, yes, let’s go.”

Your face brightened and he smiled back.

That’s right. Even if this damned village burned to the ground, as long as your hand never let go of his then nothing else mattered.

Additional headcanons for this scenario:

Sukuna’s dad never hit him because deep inside the man was actually afraid. So he took out his frustrations on his wife, who in turn, blames her misfortune on her son.

Speaking of Sukuna’s mother, she was a vain beauty, the most gorgeous in their village during her prime, and was distraught when her appearance faded due to malnutrition during her pregnancy. The entire time, she silently prayed that the baby would die early so she could recover quickly. So in addition to her husband’s mistreatment of her, the loss of her looks has made her resent her son.

The other village kids didn’t like Sukuna because he gave off a “disgusting energy” (or “bad vibes” as today’s lingo would call it). Some avoided him but others went out of their way to gang up on him, beating him up and stealing whatever he carried, be it food or toys from you.

Sukuna didn’t fight back because he truly believed that he deserved every bad thing that happened to him. That being said, he allowed himself one selfish choice and accepted your company, enjoying your friendship. The only warmth in his otherwise dead existence.

The first time Sukuna resorted to violence was…it was a few days after your proposal. It was a few minutes before day break and he caught the other kids holding your head down a nearby pond. He didn’t know what he did, only what happened after: you were crying into his chest, hugging and thanking him despite the blood all over him.

After washing himself, he walked you home, hair and clothes still wet from the pond, your mother was the first person to see you. Instead of concern or worry, she slapped you across the face in front of everyone before dragging you away by the hair.

Because it was your mother, he could only watch on, until your eyes met and you whimpered his name.

That night, a little village with no more than fifty people, burned to the ground as two children watched hand in hand.

A/N: Speaking of multiple choice past; in JJK (and sadly, even in real life parts of the world), twins are considered bad luck. What if Sukuna didn’t consume his twin in utero and they both survived? What if both fell for Y/N? What if the current Sukuna killed and ate his own brother because he wanted to, in his own sick way, combine himself and his twin into one being so that Y/N wouldn’t have to choose?? Hot damn. The perfect yandere love triangle. But what a pain that would be to write without illustration LOLOLOL.

@shadowywizardarcade @hannya-exists @nineooooo @lilachaeyo @pumpkindudeishere @jessbeinme15 @fluffy-koalala @cringeycookies @frogzxch @isimpfordanielpark @marvelsgirl4ever @sanzusmom @sheccidoscar @alastorhazbin @satosuguswife @lumanii @leahlovesreading @blackstaw @boba–12

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xreaderanonaccount · 10 months

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My stone cold love (Dottore x G/N!Reader)

Tags: Mentions of human body parts near the end

Dottore clicked his tongue in annoyance as he was bothered again by one of his segments. He glanced behind him to see Omega leaning against the doorway. His face blank staring straight into Dottore’s eye.

“Are you going to stand there looking stupid, what do you want?” Venom spewing out of his voice as turn back to his work. The two stood in silence as Dottore hunch over his lab table staring down at his lab reports.

“(y/n) came back from their mission.” Omega finally spoke up as Dottore listened to his footsteps approaching.

“Good, arrange something warm for them.” Dottore didn’t look back as he grabbed one of his many test tubes.

“Understood” He could hear Omega walk away before another fast approaching step approaches his lab.

“Omega, good you're here.” Theta’s voice rang into the cold lab, “(Y/n) is back-”

“Yes we know that.” Dottore cut him off,

“Yeah and they’re covered in blood.” You could hear a pin drop in the lab as Dottore whipped around to face Theta. The silence was deafening, as the three of them all stare at each other.

Dottore made a sound of anger before storming out of his lab. Theta and Omega followed close behind as he slammed the door of your shared room. The room shook a bit as he heard a small yelp. Looking around he immediately spots you sitting on the couch being cleaned by one of his many segments.

“Dottore…” You tried to speak up before you yelped in pain as one of the segments dab a wet cotton on your wounds. He stormed up to you roughly grabbing his face making you stare at him. Your face was in shock and worried as Dottore inspected your face turning it side to side.

“Who did this to you?” Dottore’s voice is eerily calm, towering over your small form.

“S-some treasure hoarders. That’s all…” You mumble as you place your hand in one of the segments hands as they continue to treat your wound. Dottore clicked his tongue as he turned to Omega.

“Find them, and bring them to me.” Omega nodded, but before heading out Omega placed a gentle kiss on your forehead before leaving the room. Dottore now turns his attention back to you and the segments. Dottore took off his bird mask, his bright ruby eyes staring back into yours.

“All of you out.” He command. Some tried to protest but one glare had the segments leaving you behind. Some promise to come back to check on you. Once all the segments were gone and it was just you and Dottore you shuffled in your seat as you waited for whatever Dottore was going to say. Dottore's stone cold eyes slightly softened as he gave a deep sigh. Running his hand through his icy blue hair.

“May I?” Dottore asked, gesturing to the empty seat next to you. You nodded scotting over for him, which he gladly accepted. Settling down on the plush couch he grabbed the Isopropanol and continued cleaning your wound.

“Are you okay?” Your voice barely above a whisper as you watch his face. His face scowled as he stared at the blood leaking out of your wounds.

“Love?” You asked again, gaining his attention as you gently cupped his face. Dottore looked at you intently before going back to your wounds.

“Fine… I’m fine,” Dottore sighed as he placed the,now redden cotton down. This side of Dottore is rare to see, as the normal mad man has a very weird soft spot for you. You smile as you watch Dottore grab your hand off his face to tend to it.

“Just thinking that’s all.” Dottore gave you one of his scheming smirks before he finished cleaning your wounds. Dottore got up as he planted a quick peck on your lips before getting up.

“Get some rest.” His voice was weirdly soft as he guided you to your shared bed, “Rest is the best medicine. You know?” You gave a soft laugh as you settled down in your bed.

“I’ll be back with some soup later.” Dottore whispers before leaving you in your shared bedroom. You smile as you nuzzle yourself into the soft warm blanket.

After some days of rest you happily walk towards Dottore's lab. A small box of sweets wrapped in your arms, a small smile plastered on your face as you open the door to the lab. You were immeaditly greeted by Theta who gave you a nod. You gave a friendly nod back as you headed towards Dottore's office. You gave short and soft raps on the door before being told to come in. As you open the door you immeaditly notice a couple of new jars of human limbs in his office.

"How are you love?" You ask ignoring and brushing off the new jars as Dottore's weird hobby.

"Fine. I'm glad to see you all well." Dottore respond not lifting his head, as he is burried in paperwork.

"I'm to," You smiled setting down the box of sweets sliding it towards him. Dottore glance at the small box of sweets before staring at you.

"I just decided to get something nice for you," You smiled as you sit ontop of his desk, "As a sort of thanks." Dottore gave a small sigh before setting the pen down. He watched you as you grabbed one of the new jars of human parts staring at the hand floating in it.

"Where did you get this one Dottie?" You gave him an innocent smile. Dottore gave a chuckle as rest his head on his hand.

"Mm... let's just say I found some Treasure Hoarders."

A/N: divider credits: cafekitsune

#genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #dottore x reader #fatui harbingers x reader #fatui harbingers

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The Queen from The East, ft. tripleS Kotone

tags: first time (for the OC as well), creampie, cum-in-mouth, friends-to-lovers (I hope)

word count: 13k+

author's note: that seriously did not feel like 13k+ words. I just kept writing and writing over the weekend and somehow got here. Thank you always for reading, hope you like this one as well <3

p.s. almost forgot; I put a handful of little references and details (borrowed names, etc) in the fic using tripleS and the industry in general. Let me know which ones you manage to catch.

“Yo, prez, wait up”, that’s Seunghan, one of your staffs in the student council. You turn around and see him jogging to you. You ask him as he’s approaching you, “what is it, man?”. “News from Professor Hwang: a foreign student is transferring to our university, and-and she wants you to be there with her when the student arrives; you know, as the president of the council—God, I haven’t run this much in months”, he delivers the news as best he can despite his pants. “So, I’m meeting Professor Hwang, huh? When and where?”. Seunghan tells you the time and place of the new student’s arrival, “so in 2 hours, huh? Okay then”, you say to him. “Oh, one more thing”, Seunghan says before leaving, “you have to wear this”, he points to the council uniform he’s wearing. You roll your eyes when you hear his words—you have a love-hate relationship with that uniform. You find it unnecessary and cringe that your uniform specifically has the president’s badge on the right side of the chest area.

You don’t feel like walking back to your apartment, so you call an Uber and wait for it at the bus stop. The security guard at the bus stop, who you know pretty well, walks up to you, “going somewhere, president?”. He knows that you don’t really like being called “president”, so you know he’s in a playful mood. “Yeah, I gotta go home and change clothes, there’s a foreign student coming in less than 2 hours and we’re welcoming this student”, you tell him. “That’s curious”, he looks to the side, “must be an important person that you’re welcoming them”. You see your Uber pulling up to the bus stop, “we’ll see. See you later, Mr. Choi”, you wave him goodbye and get in the car. During the ride home, Mr. Choi’s words ring in your head repeatedly, “must be an important person”. You do your best to shake off your sudden nervousness—you don’t like being nervous as it makes your brain lag and your lips stutter.

As soon as you arrive at your building, you go straight to your unit and nervousness comes creeping to you once again. You decide to call a lifeline that is your mom; her heavenly and loving voice always calms you down no matter what storm is approaching. She picks up the phone right away, as she always does, “hi, sweetie—you’re on speaker, your dad is sitting next to me right now”, she says. “Hey, mom and dad”, your nervousness is obvious as it makes your voice shake, “I, uh, uh”—the words aren’t coming out of your mouth—”there’s a foreign student transferring to the university, and-and Professor Hwang wants us to welcome them”. “Sure, sweetie, go on”, your mom says. “Someone pointed out that it could be an important person so now I’m kinda nervous”, you confess to your parents. “Could it be them, honey? You told me a few days ago that he’ll be bringing his family and move to Seoul”, you hear your mom say to your dad. “Dad?”, you inquire, “you have something to tell me?”. “I don’t know exactly when they’re moving here, though, love”, your dad replies to your mom—you find it cute that they still talk so sweetly to each other as if they were still dating and not married for over 30 years. “You’ll have to see for yourself, sweetie”, your dad says over the phone—yes, your dad calls you “sweetie” like your mom does, “their last name is Kamimoto, so pay attention in case they have that name”. “Oh shit, you’ll have to behave, son”, your brain says.“Hey, president”, your dad calls out to you, “it’ll be fine, they’re some of the nicest people I know. Gather your mind, sweetie, there’s nothing to be nervous about”.

You spend a few more minutes talking to your parents. You talk about all sorts of things over the phone: their plan to visit Dubai to celebrate their marriage anniversary in October (it’s still friggin’ February, by the way), their plan to repaint the house, and their curiosity as to whether you’ve found a girlfriend yet; “I’ll date a Kamimoto, how about that?”, your parents laugh hearing you say that. “Alright, I gotta go, they’ll be here soon. I love you, guys. Also, tell Mr. Kim I said hi. See you soon, bye”. Mr. Kim is your parents’ chauffeur who has been with your family since you were a kid. He’s one of your parents’ employees who you admire thanks to his work ethic and sincerity in everything he does.

You throw your phone to the bed and take a quick shower. You then dig through your wardrobe to find your council uniform. You also decide to swap your canvas pants for trousers for more properness, just in case it really is the Kamimoto family. You don’t bother looking at the clock since you figure it’ll be better to get back as soon as possible and wait there until they arrive, so you call an Uber again to take you back to campus.

On your way back to campus, you see a Bentley Flying Spur in the Heather colorway, similar to what your parents have but painted in a different color, parked in front of your favorite sandwich shop, “oh, it’s really them, isn’t it?”, you say in your head. “We really need to behave here, young one”, your brain says in return. You look ahead and see the university building, indicating that you’re not too far away from it. You take a deep breath to calm yourself as your Uber gets closer to the gates. You get off the Uber at the same bus stop and see Mr. Choi again. “Have you figured out who it is yet?”, he asks. “I have some ideas, I’ll tell you later”, you give him and the other guard a nod and walk fast to Professor Hwang’s office.

You knock on her office door and the door gets unlocked. Professor Hwang is sitting in her chair, busy with the papers scattered on her desk—you also notice that her name stand is toppled over. She looks up and greets you with a warm smile, “hello, Mr. Jeon. Have a seat, please”. “Good afternoon, professor”, you nod and take a seat in front of her, “why the formalities, if I may ask?”. “I just heard that they’re important people, that’s all”, she looks at what you’re wearing and chuckles, “I’ve finally managed to make you wear the council uniform, haven’t I?”. You groan, “oh, come on, aunty. You know I don’t like this uniform”, you complain and lean back in your chair—that’s right, Professor Hwang Miyoung is actually your mom’s half-sister, but no one at the university knows about that—no one simply needs to. “Oh, I do. I must say, you look good in it. It says ‘president’ on your chest for everyone to see, as well”, she laughs but her eyes are locked at the papers again.

You hear a knock on the door and straighten your posture at the sound—can’t make it obvious that you’re just chilling with your aunt who also happens to be the dean. “Excuse me, Professor Hwang”, Miss Yoon, a staff member, says, “they’re here”. “Thank you, Miss Yoon”, she says as Miss Yoon retreats, “that’s our cue, my boy”. Professor Hwang takes your hand and drags you through the door in her office that leads straight to the meeting room next to it. She sits on one end of the table while you sit on the other, she then presses a button in front of her and speaks into the intercom, “please bring them in, Miss Yoon”. Miss Yoon opens the door and brings the guests in: a girl and her parents.

“Good afternoon, professor and council president”, Miss Yoon says, “this is Mr. and Mrs. Kamimoto and their daughter who will be transferring here, Kotone”. Your brain alerts you, “it really is the Kamimoto family—remember your etiquette training”. You and Professor Hwang get up from your seats to greet them. “Sir, madam”, you say before bowing slightly in respect. You make eye contact with Kotone, so you have no choice but to acknowledge her presence and greet her with a polite smile, which she reciprocates twice as sweetly. Professor Hwang reaches out and shakes Mr. and Mrs. Kamimoto’s hands while Kotone moves to shake yours.

Everyone then takes a seat, and Professor Hwang starts the conversation, “welcome to Seoul, everyone. I take it we’ll be formalizing the transfer?”. Mrs. Kamimoto starts talking in response, her voice soft like your mom’s, “Thank you, professor. That is correct, we’re sending Kotone to study and get her degree here since we’ll be living in this city for at least 6 years. We would love to have a little chat as well if it’s not too selfish of us”. You glance at Kotone again, who’s sitting to your right, and see that she’s looking at you, so you look away in shyness and do your best to not blush because that would be very awkward.

It is now Mr. Kamimoto’s turn to speak, “I see that you’ve brought the council president as well, professor”, he looks at the goof sitting at the other end of the table: you, “please take care of our precious Kotone, president”, he continues. “You don’t have to call me that, sir”, you try to focus on the people in front of you, “please refer to me by my name, if you don’t mind; it’s Jeon Yunho”. “Jeon, Jeon—huh, that last name sounds very familiar”, Mr. Kamimoto looks at his wife for a few moments before turning back to you, “are you Jeon Daewon’s son, by any chance?”. “That is correct, sir. Have you met my father before?", you try to dig as much information as you can. “My wife and I are close to your parents, son. Tell me, will you take over your father’s company one day?”, Mr. Kamimoto’s acuteness surprises you. “We have talked about it before, sir. We have agreed to see how things turn out”, you answer his question as best you can. He seems to be somewhat satisfied with your answer, as he gives you a small nod, “you need to be ready, son; we’ll build our empire together and have you and Kotone at the helm”.

“WHAT THE FUCK?”, you scream in your head. His words stun you; you met these people mere minutes ago and he’s saying that? “Yo, this is fucking absurd, man”, your say in your head. You look at Kotone, who’s now looking down at the table, the pink tint on her cheeks clear as day to see. “Soojin-unnie will be so, so proud of you, Yunho-yah”, Professor Hwang says with a warm smile on her face. Her words surprised Mrs. Kamimoto, who questions her right away, “you know his mother, professor?”. “Ah, my apologies for speaking so carelessly”, she slaps her forehead, “I do, Mrs. Kamimoto. His mother is my half-sister, so we have different last names: mine is Hwang while hers is Shim—please don’t tell anyone, by the way”. Mrs. Kamimoto turns to her husband, “Life surprises you all the time, doesn’t it?”, she then looks to you and smiles warmly. Mr. Kamimoto’s eye smile is forming on his face as he nods in agreement, “it sure does”.

You proceed to spend almost an hour talking to the Kamimoto family about a wide range of subjects. They ask you about your grades, which you have no problem bragging about (keeping over 3,7 GPA for 4—potentially 5—straight semesters is no easy feat), your student council career, and your romantic life. You shyly confess to them that you have never dated anyone, citing your commitment to save yourself for someone special. Mr. Kamimoto nods in understanding while Mrs. Kamimoto giggles as she covers her mouth with a hand—Kotone looks away from you once again when you look at her. You really hope that you’ll be able to talk to her and get to know her better after this, as this meeting has a very big chance of making things awkward between you two.

Mr. Kamimoto looks at his watch and notices that they’ve spent too much time talking, so he gets up from his seat followed by his wife and daughter, “our apologies, professor, but we’re running short on time. My wife and I have some places we need to get to soon”. Everyone shakes the other’s hand, and before he heads out of the door, Mr. Kamimoto pulls you into a hug and whispers in your ear, “you’re a good young man, your parents must be proud. Take care of my Kotone, will you?". “I will do my best, sir”, you whisper back to him and shake his hand after.

Kotone’s parents and Professor Hwang file out the door while Kotone herself stays in the room with you. “President”, she looks up at you with all the confidence she can muster, “can we be friends?”. You couldn’t pay much attention earlier, but her tone and thick accent sound adorable to you now. “Only if you don’t call me ‘president’ ever again”, you chuckle. “You’re older than me, though. Sunbaenim?”, she rubs her chin as the gears in her head turn. “Absolutely not”, you laugh, “you can call me ‘oppa’ if it’s okay with you”. “Deal, Yunho-oppa it is. You can call me Tone, by the way”, she shakes your hand one more time.

You now find yourself in front of your council office after giving her a tour of the university grounds. “This is the student council’s office”, you introduce the room in front of you to Kotone. You open the door and see that it’s empty; “great timing”, you murmur. You open the other door that has the text “president” written on it. “Welcome to my office, Tone-yah”, you head to your chair as she looks around the room. “It’s so… empty. There’s only a desk and two chairs”, she says. You laugh, “true, the previous president had so many things, so I took them out of the office”. She immediately sits on the empty chair while you just look at her. She looks at you, blinks a few times, and gets up from her seat while yelling, “Oh my God, I’m so sorry. I-I didn’t mean to sit without your permission like that”. You’re absolutely flustered, “hey, hey, it’s okay, we’re friends; my friends do that all the time”. She blinks a few more times before shyly sitting back down.

“Tone-yah”, you say to her, who is now more relaxed and has her back turned away from you, “there’s a reason I brought you here”. She turns her chair to your direction, “and that is?”. You turn on the computer on your desk, “you see, I talked to my parents before meeting you and your parents today”. You enter the password on the computer before continuing, “I was asking my parents for advice because I was so nervous, and then they revealed that one of their business partners is moving to Seoul with his family. My dad told me to look out for the last name Kamimoto”. She maintains eye contact with you, her confusion is shown clearly on her features, “okay?”. “On my way here, I saw a Flying Spur parked in front of a Grilled Greed—there aren’t many Flying Spurs in this country to begin with, you see—so I figured that it was indeed my dad’s business partner’s family, and here you are”, you explain to her.

She says none and spins her chair around and around. She finally stops after a few spins, “I’m sorry, oppa, but I really didn’t catch the point”, she scratches her head. You chuckle at the sight in front of you. You get up from your chair and walk behind her, “the point is that you now owe me a video call with my parents”, you say as you push her chair to the other side of the table. You call your mom using WhatsApp on your computer. It takes a bit longer for her to pick up, but she eventually does. “Mom, is dad with you?”, you begin. “No, but I can get him. He’s in his office and I’m in the bedroom”, your mom says over the phone. “Yes, do that, please”, you look at Kotone who is still speechless, “I have something to show you two”.

It takes a few seconds for your mom to reach your dad’s office, and you hear your dad’s voice after your mom hands the phone over to him. “Sweetie, is everything okay? Your mom told me you have something to show us”, your dad is a bit concerned, as heard in his voice. “Well, not something—someone. Let’s switch to video call now”, you push Kotone out of the frame so that only you are seen on the camera. Your parents accept your video call request, and you see them sitting next to each other while looking at the screen confusedly. “Remember when I called earlier and said that I was nervous, and then you revealed that your business partner is moving to Seoul with his family?”, you grab the arm rest of Kotone’s chair and pull her into the frame, “well, here she is: the Kamimoto heir herself, in the flesh”.

Your parents stay quiet but the surprise on their faces is obvious. You don’t want this to start getting awkward, so you start the conversation, “mom and dad, meet Kotone. She’s the daughter of your friends and she’s transferring to my university. Kotone, this is my parents”. Your dad laughs and looks at your mom, “Akihito thinks he’s slick, doesn’t he? He thinks he can move to this city without me knowing”. Your mom smiles at your dad’s joke and starts talking to the camera, “hello, Miss Kamimoto, we are the Jeons. How are you? Is Yunho treating you well?”. “Oh, um, um—he-hello, Mr. and Mrs. Jeon. My-my name is Kamimoto Kotone, nice to meet you both”, you can tell that she’s both surprised and nervous to suddenly hop on a video call with your parents. “Nice to meet you too, sweetie, but you didn’t answer my wife’s questions”, your dad cracks a joke. “Oh-oh, I’m sorry, Mr. Jeon—what were the questions, oppa?”, Kotone whispers to you. “They asked how you are and if I’m treating you well”, you help her, “I’m well, Mrs. Jeon, thank you for asking. Ye-yes, Yunho-oppa is treating me well; he-he gave me a tour around the campus and now he’s brought me to his office”.

The sun went down at some point when you were talking over the video call with your parents and Kotone. “Sweetie”, your mom calls out to you, “I want to talk to you privately after we’re done, okay?”. Your eyes widen, not quite sure what your mom is trying to say, “sure, mom”. Kotone glances at you before quickly looking at the screen again. “Miss Kamimoto”, it’s your dad’s turn now, “tell me, would you visit our house one day for dinner?”. His question hits Kotone like a jab with how frontal it is—unlike a jab, though, it doesn’t hurt at all, just blush-inducing. “It would be such an honor, sir”, she turns her head to look at you and then back to the screen before covering her cheeks with her palms to hide the blush, “to what do I owe the pleasure, sir and madam? Al-also, please call me Kotone; there’s no need to be so formal with me”. “You owe us nothing, sweetie”, your dad shrugs, “you seem like a sweet person, and we just want to know you better”.

Your smartwatch vibrates; “stand up and move”, it says. “Has it really been an hour already?”, you find out that it’s now past dinner time. “Dad, mom, I’m sorry but we need to go. Kotone hasn’t eaten since this afternoon”. “Ah, has it been that long?”, you dad looks at the clock on the wall behind him, “yeah, I guess you’re right, sweetie. That’s alright, we can wrap it up here”. “Oh, one last thing, Mrs. Shim, if you don’t mind”, Kotone raises her hand and pushes you out of the frame to take the space in the center. Amused and surprised at the same time, your mom laughs and slaps your dad repeatedly in the back when she hears Kotone say her maiden name while your dad just smiles widely as he leans his head against his hand, “I haven’t used that name for over 30 years, sweetie—how did you know that name?”, your mom patiently replies to her. “Oh, I-I’m so sorry, Mrs. Jeon. Professor Hwang earlier said that she’s your half-sister. I-I was going to ask you about that, but I accidentally said your maiden name. Please accept my apology”, she bows in front of the screen. “Ah, Miyoung? Yes, she’s my half-sister, indeed—a bit of a long story actually, which is why you should visit us for dinner!”, your mom covers her mouth to hide her big laugh. “Alright, I’ll see you two soon! Bye!”, your mom and dad wave at the camera and end the call.

Kotone sighs and melts into the chair she’s sitting on, “oppaaaa, why did you do this to meeeeee, aaaaagh”, she whines cutely. “Ahahaha it’s nothing, sweetie. I just wanted to have a little follow-up with my parents on our conversation from earlier today”. Her eyes widen when she hears you refer to her with a pet name, “sweetie?”. Realization slaps you in the face; this is day one and you’re nowhere near the endearment stage. “Oh, I’m so sorry, that habit comes back to me every time I talk to my parents; I mean you heard how often they said that word”, you deflect. “Come on, let’s go get something to eat”, you get up from your chair and start walking out of the council office followed by Kotone.

“Oh, actually—wait outside, will you? I need to call my mom, you heard what she said ealier”, you find your mom’s number on your phone and call her. She picks up immediately, “hi, mom. You said you wanted to talk?”, you greet your mom. “Hi, sweetie. I just wanted to remind you to treat her well”, she starts, “your dad and I know that you are a good person and are more than capable of taking care of someone—we raised you to be that sort of person”. “Of course, mom. I would never hurt Kotone”, you tell her. Your heart wonders after you say that sentence, “are you sure she’s your friend or have you started thinking that she’s more than that?”. “Yunho-yah”, she calls out, “I think you might be able to have a special something with Kotone”. That sounds absurd, considering that you have just met Kotone today, but you’re not in the mood for disagreement with your mom at the moment, “you know I like living life one day at a time, mom, we’ll have to see where we go from here”. “Of course, sweetie—oh, almost forgot; I had your dad send you some money and we want you to treat her to dinner. Can you do that?”. You hear a chime from your watch, “KR₩ 500.000 has been credited to your account”, the notification says; “that is a ridiculous amount of money for dinner”, you think to yourself. “Sure, I’ll take her to Grilled Greed or something”, you say.

“I’m guessing that was your first time at Grilled Greed”, you say while walking side by side with Kotone. “Of course it was, oppa. We don’t have that in Tokyo”. You keep walking until you get to the gates—no Mr. Choi this time. You say bye to the guards and give them a little wave; deep inside, they’re probably wondering where has the president found this girl and why is she following him around like that. “Walk faster, Tone-yah. Do you not want to eat?”, you tease her with your fast walking speed. “Op-hah-oppa, slow down, please. I can’t keep up with you”. You hear her sincere plea and stop in your tracks. You turn around and notice that her steps have gotten heavier as her legs are about to give out any moment now. You walk back to Kotone and kneel in front of her while showing your back to her, “come, I’ll carry you”. Your back is turned, so you don’t see the way her cheeks turn red as if burned by the sun.

You keep carrying her until you arrive at the doors of Grilled Greed, “we’re here, Miss Kamimoto”. “Oh, c’mon, not you calling me by my last name like that”, she jumps off your back and tidies her clothes. “Alright, let’s go in”, you take her hand and pull her into the restaurant. “Can you tell me what you had earlier?”, you ask Kotone as you look at the menu board above you. “I had the number 3 while my parents had the number 1”, she points at the board, “did I choose well, oppa?”. “It’s fine, yeah. There are things I like way better, though”, you then turn to Jaehyuk, the shop’s employee you’re the closest with, and tell him your preferred orders, “I’d like to have a number 0 with extra pickles. As for the lady“, you turn to Kotone, “what are we thinking, Tone-yah?”. “Pick for me, oppa”, she relinquishes her freedom of choice to you. “Do you like tomatoes?”, she shakes her head at your question, “I’d also like to add a number 6, two packets of honey barbeque sauce, two packets of mango habanero sauce, and two large crinkle-cut fries as well, please”. Jaehyuk then gives you two big cups after you’re done ordering and paying, and you head to the drink machine to get their signature iced lychee tea.

You can’t find an empty table on the first floor, so you head upstairs, “Jaehyuk-hyung, we’re upstairs!”, you notify him, and he gives you a thumbs-up as acknowledgement. You find an empty table in the corner and pull a chair for Kotone before sitting down across her. “What did you get for us, oppa?”, she takes off her coat and sets it on the empty chair next to her. “Well, number 0 is a spicy chicken sandwich with their specialty sauce, and I asked for extra pickles. Your number 9 is a double smash burger with cheese and grilled onions, which I think goes really well with their mango habanero sauce”. “Double!?”, her tone rises in shock, “that must be a big one, oppa. I won’t be able to finish it!”. “Nah, you will, you haven’t eaten all day”, you shrug.

It took about 15 minutes for the food to arrive at your table and both of you start with the fries first. “Warm and crispy as always”, you nod in satisfaction. “Here, dip it in this”, you open a packet of mango habanero and dip a fry in it. Your groan sounds like a moan this time, as you’re reminded how hard this combo hits. “Habanero? Isn’t that, like, super spicy?”, she wonders. “Just try a little bit if you’re scared, I think it’s amazing—we should come back and try their blueberry chipotle sauce next time, by the way”, you tell her. “You come here often, don’t you, oppa?”, Kotone says as she dips a fry into the sauce, “oh, it’s really good, actually”. You smile at her, “told ya it’s good—and yes, I do come here a lot. The amount of money I’ve spent in this shop is absurd”. “You should just buy the restaurant at this point, no?”, Kotone jokes before letting out a loud laugh, which you find to be cute. You laugh at the joke enthusiastically, “nah, they run this place better than anyone else ever could. Maybe I’ll invest in them or something”.

After finishing a serving of fries, you two move on to your sandwiches. Kotone unwraps her burger, and her jaw drops in surprise, “wow, look at this thing”, she rotates the sandwich around to take a good look at it. She then takes a bite and immediately closes her eyes and leans back in her chair at the taste, “holy shit, that is glorious—excuse my language, oppa”. You giggle at her reaction to the food and unwrap your sandwich. Kotone sees the visuals of your sandwich and comments, “that looks really spicy, you sure you can handle that?”. You shrug at her comment, “yeah, I think the pickles balance the spiciness really well”, you then take a bite of your sandwich; the chicken is both juicy and crispy while the buns are very soft—absolutely incredible.

You two finally finish all the food you ordered after 30 minutes of eating. Kotone’s drink is still full because she was drinking from your cup, like a true friend. “I don’t think I’ve asked where you live in this city”, you say to her. “I’m staying in a hotel until the weekend. I was thinking if you can help me find an apartment after that”, she wipes her mouth with a napkin, “can you do that?”. “Sure, let’s start tomorrow since I’m free tomorrow”, you tell her. “What about me? Am I free tomorrow? You’re the president, do you have any idea how this works?”, she asks you a quick burst of questions. “Council president”, you correct her, “let’s not make it sound like I’m someone super important—now to answer your question: you’ll most likely be free of schedules this week so feel free to do whatever. Transfer students usually start on the following Monday after they have been registered at the university”.

“Okay, so how do you want to do this?”, you say to her outside the restaurant. “What do you mean?”, she’s unsure of what you’re talking about. “Your hotel is quite the distance away from this area so I offer you two options: we walk to my apartment and get the car so that we can drive there, or we go in that direction to catch a bus”, you tell her. “Hmmm”, Kotone puts on her thinking cap, “can we do option 1?”. You nod, “we sure can”, you kneel and offer her your back again, “get on—don’t spill your drink on me, though”. She gets on your back, and you give her a piggyback ride to your apartment.

“Whew, here we are, finally—hah, fuck”, you pant in exhaustion. “Get-get down, princess, please”, you say to the girl on your back. Kotone blushes when she hears you call her that, but since you don’t have eyes on the back of your head, you’re oblivious to it. You look straight into her eyes before opening your mouth, “I’m respectfully asking you to come up with me to get the car key because I don’t want to leave you outside alone. On my family’s name, I swear I will not do anything stupid or harmful to you”. Kotone covers her face to hide her watermelon-red cheeks; “oppa is so sweet and mature but also goofy at the same time”, her heart says. “Of-of course, oppa. Lead the way, please”, she reaches out and holds your hand. Your heart flutters at the contact but you do your best to hold your excited horses and lead her through the building to your unit.

You finally arrive at your door after navigating through the building. “Why is your unit on the highest floor like a building owner, oppa? Do you actually own this building? Maybe your parents?", she asks you. You let out a small laugh as you punch in the door code, “No, I don’t own this building—we’re looking, though”. You open the door and stand on the side, “I’m respectfully asking—wait, what?", your words are cut off as Kotone enters right away. “I heard you the first time, oppa. I know you won’t try anything with me”, she smiles warmly at you. “Cool, okay”, you shrug, walk to the table by the door and open the section locked behind a fingerprint scanner. “You’re just like my dad”, she giggles, “he also keeps his keys like this—my mom and I can open it, though”. “One day you’ll be able to open this too, sweetie”, you hear your heart say. You shake your head to rid the thought and grab the key, “alright, we can go now”. You two get out of the apartment and lock the door behind you.

You enter the escalator with Kotone and head to the basement parking lot. Good for you, your car is parked in a reserved spot close to the escalator—shoutout to dad who managed to arrange it. “Here’s my car”, you point to the white 2023 Nissan GT-R in front of you. “Were you trying to impress some Japanese girl by owning a Japanese car?”, Kotone laughs, “because it’s working right now, oppa, and it’s not about the car”, she mutters to herself. “I mean, I’ve always wanted a GT-R so I bought one”, you unlock the car and open the passenger door, “please, make yourself comfortable”. Kotone gets in the car and puts on the safety belt right away, “very good, safety first”, you commend her. You close her door and get in the car from the driver’s side. The car roars to life when you press the start button, “Hoookay, let’s act nice, Nina; we have a princess in the passenger seat today”, you glance at Kotone who happens to be looking out the window to hide her blush.

You start driving and get out of the building through the gate. You now find the two of you sailing the asphalt sea. “You have a name for your car, oppa?”, Kotone attempts to start a conversation. “I do, actually. I named my parents’ old Phantom as well; it was Blacky, because it was, well, a black car. I’m weird like that, you know?”, you confess despite your embarrassment. “You’re not weird”, Kotone hears her brain say. “I’m so deep into this already, aren’t I?”, she wonders to herself. “Is there anywhere you want to visit on the way? Convenience store, maybe?”, you ask her next. “I do need to buy some things, actually. Can we stop by at one?”, she requests. “Siri-yah”, you call out to your phone, “find me a convenience store”.

You proceed to drive to the convenience store that was suggested to you by Siri. Kotone tells you to stay in the car because she won’t be long. She’s duping you so that you won’t know the things she’s buying: soaps, pads, snacks, and condoms; “in case we’re getting lucky tonight”, she thinks to herself. Thankfully for her, the bag isn’t transparent like some other stores use, so its content can remain a secret to the eyes of others, like you. In less than 10 minutes, she gets back in the car and implies that she’s ready to continue the trip.

It doesn’t take long from that stop until you get to her hotel. You find a parking spot in front of the lobby and get out of the car with Kotone. “I’m guessing you’ve been here before?”, she walks over to you to talk some more. “I have, for a meeting. Never stayed here before, though”, you take her hand and head inside. “Do friends hold hands when they walk together?”, your brain is questioning everything you’re doing.

You and Kotone smile at every hotel staff member you see as you walk to the escalator. She stops a few steps away from the elevator and turns to look at you, “I’m respectfully asking you to come up with me”, she returns your words to you. You chuckle and shake your head, “and for what reason, Miss Kamimoto?”. Your question stuns Kotone and leaves her speechless; she was expecting that tonight was going to be a passionate one but you’re not cooperating right now. “Please, just go get some rest. You just arrived in this city a few hours ago, you must be tired. I’ll see you around, okay?”, you wave at her and turn to leave.

Kotone enters the elevator alone and goes to her room right away. She’s still stunned by how things turned out to be. She threw herself at you, but you didn’t jump at the opportunity to have a hot night the way Kotone had thought. “Ugh, what is wrong with this guy?”, she wonders in annoyance, “is he playing hard to get? Surely not, right?”. As soon as she enters her room, she throws her stuff on the bed before ditching her clothes and heads straight to the bathroom, hoping that a shower will help clear her mind. She stands underneath the running shower as water runs all over her body. “What plans do you have for us, oppa?”, she mutters to herself.

She leaves the bathroom after she’s satisfied with her shower. She digs through her suitcase to find some clothes to sleep in. She then grabs the bag of stuff from the convenience store, “not using these yet”, she looks at pack of condoms in the bag and stuffs it in her handbag for future use. Only when she gets on her phone does she realize that she didn’t ask for your number. “That’s unfortunate; we could’ve talked over the phone tonight”, Kotone sighs in disappointment. “Guess he’s right; I should just rest”, she positions her pillow and rests her head on it before drifting to dream land.

It's now the start of a new week, which means Kotone should be at campus for stuff like figuring out her schedule and potentially going to her first class. Your class doesn’t start until 9 am, so you opt to chill at the council’s office. You see Seunghan as you open the door to the office and he greets you as you two make eye contact, “yo, what’s up, prez. How did yesterday go?”. You walk up to him to give him a fist bump, “the transfer student turned out to be the daughter of my dad’s business partner”, you tell him in a clear manner. “Someone rich, huh?”, Seunghan says, “are you trying to date her or what? Maybe start building your little empire here?”. You chuckle and wave at Sunwoo who’s also in the room with you, “you’re yapping, man”. “Hey, I’m just saying—if it won’t be you, then it’ll be me”, you hear him say loudly behind the door. “Yeah, man, whatever”, you murmur to yourself. “You’re not really letting Seunghan get close to her, are you?”, your heart speaks its mind. You take a deep breath before replying to it, “no, absolutely not”.

You’re sleeping in your chair in your office until you hear some loud knocks on the door. “Oppa, you have a guest. She said her name is Kotone”, Sunwoo says behind the door. “Thank you, Sunwoo-yah. Please let her in”, you tell her as you recollect your consciousness. Would you look at that: Kotone is here to visit you on her first day as a student at the university. You look at what she’s wearing today: a black cardigan over a white shirt and a knee-long skater skirt. “Good morning”, you say before yawning, “have a seat, please. How are you today?”. “Were you actually sleeping?”, she sits in front of you and puts her bag on your desk. “Mm-hmm. I didn’t have much sleep last night, Tone-yah. My parents want to celebrate their anniversary in Dubai, so I had to speak with a bunch of people about a bunch of things”, you explain to her with strange hand gestures before leaning back in your chair again, “is there anything the president can help you with?”. “I need help figuring us out”, she says with a low voice. You didn’t catch it, so you ask her, “huh, what was that?”. She deflects in panic right away, “I was thinking we could get breakfast together, but you look so tired”. You take a deep breath and get up from your chair, “anything for the lady”, you say to her.

Kotone asks you to recommend a breakfast spot, so you take her to your favorite chicken congee shop for a bowl or two. “Good morning”, you say to the owner, “can we get two congees, two blackcurrant teas, and a serving of gizzard and liver, please?”. The owner writes down your order and you leave to find a table. “Gizzard and liver? Seriously?”, Kotone can’t believe what she just heard. “I like it, you should try some if you’re not too grossed out”.

You both sit at one of the few tables the shop has and have some small talk until the owner brings out your order. “How do you usually do this?”, Kotone looks at you for clues. Grab the bottle of pepper and chili powder in front of you and shake its contents out into your bowl. You pass the bottles to Kotone who then replicates your actions. “Here, try the gizzard on its own”, you encourage Kotone. She picks up a piece with her spoon and puts it in her mouth; “not too bad, actually—it’s chewy, why is it chewy?”, she says. You laugh at her, “that’s just how it is, really”.

You peek at your watch as you walk back to campus. 8:40 am, it says, which means you need to get ready for your classes today. “I’ll see you later, Tone-yah”, you say to her when you reach the campus gate. “Can we go look at apartments later, oppa? I’ve looked up a few options. We’ll need your car too, if you don’t mind”, she says to you. You don’t have anything to do tonight, so you agree to her, “yeah, sure. I’ll pick you up later”.

You say your goodbyes and start walking away from her, and that’s when you feel a tap on your shoulder, “I don’t have your number yet. How am I supposed to text you, you dummy?”, she says. You give her your number and say your goodbyes once again. Kotone has another idea to say goodbye, as she gets on her tiptoes and pecks your cheek before running away. You’re glad that she runs away, because your cheeks are as red as a perfectly ripe tomato.

She texted you earlier and said that she’d be done at 3 pm. So here you are, waiting for her in front of the gate while sitting in your car. She recognizes the car right away as soon as she walks out of the gate because it’s not like anyone else drives a GT-R—one problem, though: she has a sad face right now. You hop out and offer her a hug, which she accepts immediately. “We’re making a scene, oppa”, her face is pressed against your chest, but her voice is still loud enough to reach your ears. “The world is ours, Tone-yah. These people are merely leasing it”, you close your eyes to savor the moment you’re sharing with Kotone. “That’s cute, but seriously, we should get in the car”, she pulls away from the hug and gets in the car.

You two are now hidden behind the tinted windows of your car which give you enough privacy to catch up. “What happened?”, you ask the frowning princess in your passenger seat. “Is my Korean that bad, oppa? Is there something wrong with my looks?”, her glassy eyes are threatening to release tears, “I tried introducing myself to some people, but they looked at me as if they didn’t understand what I was saying and then they laughed at me. I-I was wondering if maybe my Korean was bad, or if I looked weird”. You take a moment to think of an answer, “You do have an accent, but I don’t think it’s that bad. Your Korean is decent for a foreigner”. You’re not entirely sure if that’s good enough of an answer, but that’s what your little brain can come up with at the moment. A little hum is all the sound Kotone makes before asking you to start driving.

You’re not entirely sure where to go, but you guess that she probably would love to have a sweet treat, so you head to a Frozen Feast that’s 5 minutes away from campus to get some ice cream. Kotone sees the sign and signs of happiness return to her features, “we-we’re getting ice cream, oppa?”. “We are, sweetie”, you say as approach the first drive-thru window. “Welcome to Frozen Feast, what can I get you today?”, a staff’s voice comes out of the intercom. “Hi, can I have two Yunho Specials, please?”, you say back. You start driving forward to the next window when the staff has finished taking your order. “Yunho Special, huh?”, Kotone wonders, “just how big exactly is your name around these parts, oppa?”. “Oh, it’s nothing; just something I came up with when they were a smaller business. It’s a simple one but they decided to add it to their menu”, you explain to her. “And what exactly is it?”, her curiosity continues. “You’ll see, it’ll come out soon”.

True enough, a staff leans out of the drive-thru window and gives you your order. You pay for the order and quickly leave—you want to get to the park and enjoy the ice cream there before it melts. Also, since you’re the luckiest person in the world, your favorite parking spot at the nearest park is empty when you arrive there. “Let’s get out of the car and sit on that bench under the tree”, you grab the bag and jump out of the car, followed by Kotone, who now seems to be in a better mood. You sit on the bench and pull out a cup of ice cream that is named after you. Kotone’s eyes widen in excitement as she sees the ice cream in your hand, “that looks so good already”, she says.

You hand Kotone her ice cream and pull the other one out of the bag. “So, what is this, exactly?”, she says as she takes a spoonful. “It’s chocolate brownie ice cream, drizzled with banana sauce on top. I haven’t had this in a while, actually”, you explain to her before shoving a spoonful into your mouth. “The banana sauce is amazing, oppa”, she says. “I know, right? They used to use it for another item too. One day I just went there and asked if I could have my choco brownie ice cream covered in banana sauce and they said yes—like I said, very simple, but also very good”, you take another spoonful before looking at Kotone, who’s eating her ice cream very cutely and enthusiastically. You muster up your courage and start petting the back of her head softly, “I’m glad that you’re feeling better”. “It’s hard not to when I’m with you”, she looks away to hide her crazy blush, “you can call me ‘sweetie’, by the way. I like how it sounds when you say it”.

You both finish the ice cream after savoring each spoonful and get back in the car. “You said we’ll be looking for apartments?”, you confirm with her. “Actually, I figured that I’ll just live in the same building as you, oppa. Should make things easier for us—I mean, me”. You act like you didn’t hear her correcting herself, but you can’t help but feel a little tingle of excitement in your heart at the prospect of living close to Kotone. “We can do that, yeah. I’ll call them and ask if there’s an empty unit somewhere”, you say as you make a U-turn to head back to your building.

To make sure that things go smoothly once you get there, you call the management office that oversees your building as you’re driving. “Hello, thank you for calling Dynamic Dwellings. This is Park Shion speaking. How may I be of help?”, says the female voice over the phone. “Good afternoon, Miss Park. This is Jeon Yunho from floor 35 of the Songpa-gu apartment building. I’m calling because someone I know is looking for a unit in that same building. What information can you provide me with right now?”, you tell the lady. “Please hold the line for a moment, sir”, she says before pausing for about 20 seconds, “there is an empty, fully furnished unit on the 33rd floor available for purchase or lease, Mr. Jeon. A bit smaller in size than yours, I must say”. You look over to Kotone and she nods in approval, “We’ll come and have a look. We’re on our way now. Thank you for the help, Miss Park”. “Of course, sir. I’ve notified the front desk as well, please tell them your name so that they can help you further”, she informs.

You two arrive at the building and see the man sitting at the desk. “Good afternoon, mister. My name is Jeon Yunho, I called earlier about the empty unit on the 33rd floor”, you say to him. “Good afternoon, Mr. Jeon. My colleague, Miss Lee Jiwoo, is waiting for you there. Would you kindly make your way there, please?”. You thank him and hold Kotone’s hand on your way to the elevator and to the 33rd floor. “Kotone is holding my hand tightly—her hand feels warm too”, you think as the elevator carries you to your destination. You’re instantly met with Miss Lee when you walk out of the elevator, “Mr. Jeon, is it?”, she initiates the conversation. You and Kotone take turns to shake her hand before Miss Lee leads you to the aforementioned unit. She asks the housekeeping staff accompanying her to open the door and enters the unit with you.

You and Kotone take a lap around the unit led by Miss Lee, who is giving you complete and concrete information about the unit itself, purchase and lease terms, and other bits that are of interest. Kotone speaks about her plan for a short-term lease, so Miss Lee offers her the shortest term she can do, which is 6 months. “Do I get a purchase option, Miss Lee?”, Kotone asks. “I apologize, madam, but you need to lease for at least 2 years to get one”, she regretfully informs. “I see”, Kotone gazes around the unit once again, “I’ll take the lease, thank you”. “Understood, madam. However, I regretfully need to inform you that we need 2 to 3 days before you can occupy this unit”, she pulls out a bundle of documents, “please kindly read and sign this document if you agree, madam”. You stand near the window while Kotone does her business with Miss Lee. “It was a pleasure, Miss Lee”, she says as they shake hands. Miss Lee then leaves right away.

“Oppa”, she calls out to you, “where do I stay then? Should I book another hotel room?”. “Time to make your move, my boy”, your brain tells you. “You can stay with me and use the other bedroom”, you keep looking out the window to hide your nervousness. You’re in for a surprise, as Kotone walks up to you and hugs you from behind. “You’re always so kind to me, oppa”, she leans against your back, “your back is as solid as a brick wall, what the fuck?”. You laugh and blush at the same time, but there’s another important thing you need to address, “what about your stuff at the hotel? Wanna go get them?”. “No”, she rubs her cheek against your back, “I’ll have someone get it for me. I heard that Miss Yamada is in town, she should be able to get them for me. Can we chill in your unit instead? I wanna lay down”.

You obey her wishes and lead her to your apartment to “chill”, as she said earlier. “That’s your room, behind that door”, you point at a closed door, “please make yourself at home. I’ll get some pizza delivered”. You pay no mind to what Kotone is doing as you head to your room to change into something more comfortable—you have no idea that Kotone was contemplating to follow you to your room. You get out of your room after changing clothes and ordering pizza and see that Kotone has ditched her clothes for a simple white T-shirt and a pair of shorts that barely cover half her thighs and is now lying on the sofa with her eyes closed. You’ve never had a female guest in your apartment apart from your mom and that one staff of hers, so you’re not used to this sort of sight—not yet at least.

You take a seat on the armchair next to her and ask her as you sink into it, “how are we feeling?”. “Hm? Oh, hey, oppa. Feeling much better, thanks to you. Thank you”, she smiles. “God, that smile is so precious”, you think to yourself. “Pizza will be here in about 15 to 20 minutes. I keep a spare towel in the drawers in the bathroom if you want to borrow it and get a shower”, you inform her. “Yeah, sure. Thank you, oppa”, she gets up from the couch and beelines to the bathroom to get a shower. “You can stop thanking me for every little thing I do for you, Tone-yah. We’re past that stage now”, you lean back and close your eyes. “Then what stage are we in right now, oppa?”, she mutters to herself before getting in the bathroom.

“Oppa”, you hear a yell behind the bathroom door, “I’m coming out of the bathroom. Please close your eyes”. “She has clothes, though”, you think, but you adhere to her request anyway. You cover your eyes with your hands and keep them shut behind your palms, “okay, you can come out now”. You hear the bathroom door swing open but you’re not hearing anything after that, so you keep your eyes covered until she says you can stop. Unbeknownst to you, Kotone decides to walk up to you and peck your lips. “Open your eyes, oppa”, she grabs your hands and pulls them down. She’s not naked like you suspected, as her T-shirt and shorts are covering her body. “Umm”, you don’t know how to act, “I, uh, uh, hm”. Her face is so close to yours, the pink tint on her cheeks obvious for you to see, “Oppa, I think I’m-I’m falling for you”, she confesses.

Her words hit you like a boxer’s straight, as you’re left stunned in your seat. Noticing that you’re not saying anything, she decides to keep punching, “you said that you’re saving yourself for a special someone—can I be that special someone, oppa?”. You finally start speaking when your brain is ready to function again. “Tone-yah”, you start, “what’s gotten into you in the shower?”. “Love, oppa”, she rubs your cheeks softly, ”love for you is what has gotten into me”. Your heart melts amid the confusion; you’ve never felt something like this about someone in your life before, “so you’re saying that I-I can call you mine?”. Kotone sits on your lap and pecks your cheek, “only if I get to you call you mine in return”.

You lean in for a passionate kiss to show her that you’re willing to fall for her the same way. It’s when she pulls away from the kiss that you decide to take the liberty to confess, “I love you, Tone-yah”. You’re surprised to see that Kotone is starting to tear up, and you wonder if you’ve made a mistake, “I’m so sorry, did I get ahead of myself?”. “No, you didn’t”, she wipes a stray tear on her cheek, “I was just so scared that you’d push me away instead. My world would’ve lost its light if you had”. “One second, sweetie”, you fish your phone out of your pocket and fiddle with it for a few seconds, “I told the delivery guy to leave it at the door. I believe we have something important to attend to”. You lift your new girlfriend by the thighs, and she immediately wraps her limbs around your neck and back; “don’t drop me, please”, she pleas.

You walk to your bedroom door and push it open. You’re feeling cheeky, so you pretend as if you were going to drop Kotone onto the floor, making her scream in panic—this girl is as heavy as a feather, there’s no way you’re dropping her. You chuckle and put her down on the bed; “got you good, didn’t I?”, you tease the pouting girl in your arms. “That wasn’t funny, oppa”, she puts on a fake angry face as she makes herself comfortable on your bed. “You’ll need to make it up to me later, oppa”, she crosses her arms as she says that. You’re amused by her little stunt, so you give her a peck on the forehead and offer her a promise, “we’ll get another Yunho Special after this, okay?”. “But I don’t want more ice cream, oppaaaaa”, she whines cutely. You shrug, “never said it was ice cream”. Kotone laughs as she slaps her forehead, “I keep forgetting that you own this city”.

After exchanging jokes back and forth, Kotone puts on a serious face. She holds your hand with both hands and delivers a news exclusive for your ears only, “I’ve never had sex before, oppa. I-I’ve been saving myself for a special person as well, just like you”. You feel honored at the prospect of being her first, but you’re also very nervous as you’re as inexperienced as she is. “Let’s take this slow, okay?”, you suggest to her. She nods and pulls you into a kiss—it’s not very sensual, but you can really feel how much she loves you. She surprises you again by pulling your hand and placing it over her breast, “make me yours, oppa, and I’ll make you mine”.

You put on a show for Kotone by stripping all your clothes in front of her, showing her your muscular and healthy body. She eyes the big package hanging between your legs and bites her lips in nervousness. “Is that supposed to fit inside me, oppa? How?”, she says, nervousness drawn all over her features. “We’ll take this slowly, sweetie. I promise I won’t hurt you”, you try to comfort her. Thinking that she needs to strip as well, she starts pulling her T-shirt up somewhat in a rush. You jump to her and hold her hands, “let me take care of you, sweetie”. You slowly pull her T-shirt past her head and peck her lips after. You see the cute, white bras covering her perky breasts and peck her chest just above her cleavage, making her gasp in surprise. You hold the waistband of her shorts and look at her in the eyes, “may I, madam?”. She laughs to hide her nerves as she lifts her butt off the bed in cooperation, “madam, oppa?”. You maintain eye contact as you pull her shorts off, “you’ll be Mrs. Jeon soon, love”. Kotone’s eyes widen when she hears you say that, and she can’t help but cover her face in shyness.

Kotone has nothing else but her underwear, and you can see in her face that she’s very nervous and shy. “My love”, you call out to her, “we don’t have to do this now if you’re not sure. I love you no matter what happens tonight”. “I have a lot of things on my mind, oppa, but uncertainty isn’t one of them. Please, take care of me”, she says with determination in her eyes. You ask her to lie down and be comfortable before you come in for a kiss again. You’re not just expressing love, however—you’re also trying to rile her up. You quickly pull away from her lips and start kissing down her body: her neck, her chest, her stomach, and her thighs. Kotone lets out moans every time she feels a kiss on different parts of her nearly naked body, as you get rock hard from the sound of her moans.

“Oppa, oppa, please”, she squirms around the bed, “I can’t wait anymore. Please, oppa”. “I don’t have a condom, love. I’m sorry”, you say to her. “Just-just do it, please. We are each other’s first anyway. Please, oppa”. You peck her on the forehead before reaching behind her back to unlatch her bras. She throws them to the side impatiently before placing your hands on her panties, “promise me you’ll take care of me”. “I promise on my life, love”, you look in her eyes to show your sincerity. She nods and lifts her butt off the bed so you can pull her panties off. There it is: her prime and fresh pussy, never touched by any man (or woman) before, in all its glory in front of your eyes.

You get into a missionary position, your head hanging above hers. “Kotone, my baby”, you’re unleashing all the pet names you can come up with, “I love you”. “I love you more, oppa—my oppa”, she replies with a smile while looking at you straight in your eyes, seemingly less nervous compared to earlier. “Tell me, love, do I have your consent?”, you say with a low voice. “I’m offering myself to him and he’s still asking for consent? That’s so sweet and manly—that low voice is hot, too”, Kotone is drowning in her own thoughts, not answering your question. “Baby? I was asking if I have your consent”, you repeat.Kotone focuses again after hearing you repeat the question, “Of course you do, oppa. Am I not yours?”, she rubs your cheeks with her thumbs.

You straighten your back to get ready to take Kotone’s first and give her your first at the same time. You press the tip of your cock against her sealed entrance, and Kotone lets out a surprised yelp. “Gently, please”, she begs you. “Of course, baby”, you reply to her. Your inexperience is showing, as you miss her entrance and rub her clit with the underside of your shaft instead, forcing a moan out of Kotone. Kotone giggles after the little misfortune, “you really have never done this before, have you?”. “I haven’t, sweetie. I would never lie to you about a subject of this magnitude”, you confess to her—"crazy diction right there, buddy”, your brain says to you. “Come on, oppa. Stop teasing me and do it already”, she utters.

You focus on the task at hand—or is it at cock—and tries again. You use your left hand this time to guide your cock into her pussy, and you manage to get the tip in. Kotone gives you a nod, serving as a cue for you to keep going. You do just that, as centimeter by centimeter of your cock starts filling her pussy. Kotone is whining and moaning in such a high voice as you keep pushing into her—that is until she feels you break her seal, and that’s when she screams in pain with every bit of air she has in her lungs. “OPPA, OPPA, GENTLY. IT’S MY FIRST TIME, OPPA—AHHHHH”, her loud voice bounces on the walls of your bedroom. You stop pushing and leave your cock stuck in there; “I’m not moving, baby; you’re okay, you’re okay”, you lean forward and put your lips on her forehead.

Her screams and heavy breaths die down eventually, and you see that she has shed some tears. “I’m so sorry, baby. That must’ve hurt so much, right? I’m sorry, love”, you attempt to comfort her by wiping her tears and rubbing her cheeks. “It-it did hurt a lot; but more importantly, I’m now truly yours, and I’m so happy because I love you so much”, she says. Her words make you want to shed tears of your own thanks to how touching they were, but with the way her pussy is hugging your shaft, you’re more horny than emotional. “I’ll try moving again, tell me if it hurts again, babe”, and with that, you start moving again slowly, bottoming out in her pussy. Kotone is now moaning, as the pain of losing her innocence has subsided, “yes, oppa. I’m yours, I’m yours”.

You keep pushing and pulling at a slow pace, hitting her deepest spots with every thrust. Kotone makes an announcement after a few dozens of thrusts, “I-I think I wanna pee—why do I wanna pee all of a sudden?”. You’re not sure what you should do, so you opt to ignore her for now and keep thrusting and pumping; that’s when she screams again, “I’M GONNA PEE, PULL OUT—PLEASE”, and she squirts like a fountain when you do. She squirms around for what feels like 5 minutes until the high from her first ever orgasm dies down. “What the fuck was that?”, she says, her breath heavy due to her first orgasm in her life. “I believe that was your first ever orgasm”, you inform her. “And it’s all thanks to you, oppa?”, she looks at you with a happy smile on her face. “I’d like to think so”, you reciprocate her smile with a warm one of your own.

You lie down next to her and say sweet things into her ears: praising her for doing so well in her first time, expressing your gratitude for her, and how you’re looking forward to having a healthy and lasting relationship with her. She accepts all you’re saying, but then she’s reminded about something else, “you haven’t had an orgasm, have you?”. “I have not, but you look tired at the moment”, you take a few strands of her hair and stroke it softly. “I am, but I would love it if I could help you have an orgasm—this is our first time, remember?”, she straddles your lap and gets ready to help you cross the finish line. “Come on, oppa. Give me the first orgasm of your life”, she lines up her entrance with your cock and slowly sinks down on it until she’s fully seated. “Oh, God, you’re stretching me”, she says while panting, “I won’t be able to be with anyone else, oppa”. You feel a wave of anger in your heart, and you pull her down roughly so you can speak your words straight into her ears, “you’re not doing this with anyone else, ever”. “Of-of course—ah, fuck—I’m sorry, oppa”, she says.

You’re pumping into her aggressively despite being on the bottom, as you hold Kotone’s small frame with your strong arms. “I’m-I’m not too far away, baby”, you whisper in her ear. “Oppa, fuck—yes, give it to me”, she replies before letting out a shriek, “oh fuck, that is deep—yes, yes, oppa. Give it to me, please!”. You roll over and get back on top before resuming your hard pumps, “close, so close”, you murmur.

It only takes a few more thrusts until you feel your cock twitch in her pussy, and you think that you should get her consent before sending your baby batter straight into her womb; “I’m cumming, baby. Where do you want it?”, you say with heavy pants. “In-side, where else?”, she only manages to say those few words. You scream out a curse and release your seed deep into her pussy. “That is so warm”, she remarks. “Thank you, oppa. I’m honored to be your first”, she continues, “let’s stay like this”. You calm your breathing before saying anything, “the honor is mine, baby—believe me”.

The both of you take a few minutes to calm yourselves after enduring a heavy storm that is an orgasm. You pull away from her embrace and pull out, and you’re shown a sight you’ve never seen before: your cum is dripping out of Kotone’s newly-deflowered pussy like melted ice cream while your cock is covered in her blood—arousing sight, you must admit. You’re looking at it for too long, though, thus making Kotone raise an eyebrow in suspicion, “what are you looking at, oppa?”. “It’s, uh, um”, you stutter, “my cum is dripping out of you, babe—kinda hot, I must say”. Kotone’s cheeks turn red when she hears you say that and she immediately covers her pussy, “aaaaaaah, how can you say that so casually, oppaaaaaaa”, she complains.

You leave the bedroom to get the shower ready for the two of you. Once the water starts running and the soap and shampoo are set in position, you return to the bedroom to check up on your new girlfriend. “Honey?”, you call out to the girl lying on her stomach and she turns her head to see you, “wanna shower?”. She nods in agreement; “only if you carry me to the bathroom”, she says. You’ll gladly do that—who’s to say that she doesn’t deserve such treatment after what has happened tonight? “Nobody”, your brain says.

You stand in the shower with her, and you see that she’s still eyeing your cock. “Yes, sweetie?”, you say, your voice laced with curiosity. She says none as she gets on her knees in front of you, your cock right in front of her face. She then wraps your cock softly with her hand and start stroking it somewhat awkwardly, “so this is my beloved boyfriend’s cock, huh? This massive thing was stretching me mere minutes ago—it was crazy that you managed to make it fit, oppa”. You throw your head back at the new sensation that her soft hand offers. “Eyes on me, please”, she calls out to you before putting your cock in her mouth. You spread your arms and put your hands on the walls so that you don’t fall over, as she starts moving her mouth back and forth on your shaft.

The wetness of her mouth is different to that of her pussy’s in ways that your inexperienced self can’t explain. One thing is certain, though: if she keeps going like this, you’ll bust another load soon. “God, that feels so good”, you groan before petting the back of her head, “you’re doing so good, love”. She removes you from her mouth to say her piece, “do you think you have another load for me, oppa?”. “Maybe—no idea honestly. I suggest getting back to work and finding out yourself”, you line up your cock with her mouth again, and she diligently takes you back in.

The gagging sound she’s making is truly something you’ve never heard before. Truth be told, you’re starting to get addicted to that sound. So, to hear more of it, you hold Kotone’s head and start thrusting into her mouth, making her let out tiny gags which your greedy self wants to hear. That is also when your brain gives you an idea, “what if you stick your cock deep in her mouth and stay there?”. You’re intrigued, so you try lodging your cock in her mouth—possibly her throat. You look down and see that Kotone has her mouth opened as wide as her jaws allow to accommodate your girth. At the same time, she’s also making a very hot gagging sound that sounds like music to your ears. “Holy fuck, you’re so good. You’re trying to make me cum in your mouth, aren’t you, love?”, you praise her, and she replies to you with a wink.

You find it incredible that someone who had no previous experience of sex is this good at it. You also never expected that sex is something that is—oh, what’s the word—addicting. You’re glad that your first experience wasn’t with some gold digger or the sort, but rather with someone you love—this person you love happens to be doing such a great job, too. “Sweetie, I swear to God I’m gonna cum down your throat if you keep doing this”, you warn her. She pushes you away and massages her neck, “whew, it’s nice to be able to breathe without a log stuffed in your throat—sorry, you were saying?”. “I said I was going to cum in your mouth had you kept going”, you repeat yourself. “Oh, please, feel free to. I’m yours, remember?”, she says before stuffing her mouth with your cock again. “What has gotten into her? Where did all of this come out of?”, you think to yourself, but deep inside you’re happy and excited for what the future holds.

The way you and Kotone are moving right now is very rhythmic: you push into her once, and she pushes back after—sometimes you meet in the middle as well, and that’s when you’ll hear her gag. You have something to tell her, as you feel the knot in your stomach tightening, “I’m cumming really soon, babe”. To your surprise, she starts moving her head more enthusiastically, ready to receive a second load from you. After a few bobs from your beloved, your cum is now gathered at the tip of your cock, ready to spill out. She knows that you’re about to cum, as she feels your cock twitch in her mouth. With a low groan, you release your cum into her mouth, as she yelps in surprise due to the little flood in her mouth. You pull out of her mouth after you’re done spurting everything out, and she shows you your load that is accumulated in her mouth before swallowing it in one gulp; “that tastes weird, but it’s my boyfriend’s so it’s fine”, she comments.

You pull her up from her kneeling position and kiss her to show her your appreciation. “You just released in my mouth, and you kissed me like that?”, she says. “I don’t see why not”, you shrug as you think that it’s not that big of a deal—it’s your cum, and the only way you’ll ever taste yourself is by tasting it on someone else’s lips. “Can we actually clean up now?”, she turns her back against you and puts her hands on the wall in front of her. “That’s my line, you cheeky bi—oh, um, I’m so sorry“, you bridle your tongue from saying the pejorative term. She laughs at your little stunt and looks at you over her shoulder, “Am I your bitch, oppa? I don’t mind, honestly”. “No”, you peck the back of her head, “I would never call you that, and I promise I will end anyone who dares call you that”.

You finally finish cleaning up after what felt like an hour. Kotone is now lying in bed in her underwear while you put on some clothes and head to the door to get the pizza that has probably turned cold. You throw them into the microwave one slice at a time to reheat them since Kotone is probably hungry from all the actions tonight. After everything has been reheated, you put them back in the box and head back to the bedroom. “Tone-yah, I have some pizza. Would you like some?”, you offer her. She puts her phone on the bedside table and welcomes you back to the bed, “of course, oppa. Not too much, though. I kinda want to sleep soon”. She shoves a slice into her mouth and lets out a satisfied gasp, “wow, that is really good—don’t tell me this a Yunho Special”. The way she thinks that every good food is a Yunho Special is hilarious, so you let out a particularly loud laugh, “it’s not, just one of their signatures”. You two keep shoving slice after slice into your mouth while having conversations about all kinds of topics until you run out of pizza, and that’s when you get ready to end the night.

You’re now cuddling with Kotone, who is now lying right on your body. “Oppa”, she pokes your stomach, “thank you for everything, seriously. I’m so happy right now”. “Please, love, the pleasure is all mine. You’re such a sweet girl too”, you stroke her head that is resting on your chest. “So how was it, oppa?”, she continues, “how was our first time?”. You garner every bit of sincerity you can and give her the most honest answer you can come up with, “personally, I’m really happy that we were each other’s first; I think that fact itself is very special to me, so thank you very much”, you move your hand to her back and start stroking it, “in terms of the sex itself, my inexperienced self found it to be very pleasurable and satisfying—and it’s all thanks to you, once again. I want to express how good your body felt but I don’t want to make it sound derogative or anything so I’m keeping that for the future”.

She’s not saying anything, so you think that she’s probably driven off to sleep, and that’s when you hear a sob. “Did you mean every word you just said, oppa, or were they sweet nothings? Because I’m not in the mood for them right now—not after what we have done”, she says with quivering voice as you feel a tear drop onto your skin. “I don’t say sweet nothings, my love”, you wrap her with both arms, “I always mean everything I say—well, 90% of the time”. “I love you, oppa. I hope I’ve made that clear”, she sobs again. “You have, sweetie—I love you so much as well”, you peck her head.

You want to wrap it up but you’re still curious about something; “can I ask a question, love?”. “Sure, fire away”, she says before sniffling. “Our little extra in the bathroom—what gave you that idea?”, you ask her. “You saw an aspect of me that no one else ever has: when I love someone, oppa, I do absolutely everything I can to show that love—even if it means that I can’t breathe because this log between your legs is jammed in my throat”, she explains as she palms your cock over your shorts. “That was, um”, you clear your throat before continuing, “that was very nice, love. Thank you so much”. “Of course, glad I could please you”, she pecks your chest.

You take a deep breath and say your last piece of the night, “I guess this is how we start building the empire your dad mentioned”. She chuckles at your words, “yes, it is. Now let’s sleep; you’ll wake up a king tomorrow, and I’ll be your queen”.

#girl group smut #kpop smut #triples smut #smut #kpop fanfic #kpop fanfiction #male reader smut #male reader

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steddieas-shegoes · 8 months

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all mixed up

for @steddielovemonth prompt “love is the perfect mixtape’

rated t | 940 words | cw: brief mention of recreational drug use | tags: friends to lovers, getting together, love confessions, fluff

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The silence in the car was stifling.

It was hot. Like, entirely too hot.

Steve was about five seconds away from taking his shirt off and dealing with Robin’s rolled eyes when Eddie, surprisingly, beat him to it.

The windows were down, but the radio was off, and sweat was dripping from every pore of their bodies onto the sticky leather seats of Steve’s car.

Eddie’s shirt was sitting on the seat next to him, and one of his hands was gathering his hair up so he could get some wind on his neck, not that the wind was any real help.

“What if we just all go to Robin’s?” Eddie asked when they were only a block away from her house. “Soak up some cool air.”

“Her parents are home,” Steve said for the fifth time.

“I don’t see the issue.”

“They think you were targeting me as the next victim,” Robin shook her head. “I don’t know how many times I’ve explained to them-“

“Fine!” Eddie said, too hot to bother listening or trying to argue. “But I swear we’re getting the AC in this car fixed tomorrow.”

“Oh, do you suddenly have $140?” Steve was met with silence. “Thought so.”

When Robin got out of the car, she slipped $20 into Steve’s hand. “For gas or AC, whatever.”

It was the first time Eddie had ever seen her give Steve any form of payment for rides, and probably the last going off of the way Steve’s entire face went from mildly uncomfortable to physical pain.

Eddie moved to the passenger seat and buckled up.

That was the biggest rule in Steve’s car: everyone wore seatbelts unless they were being chased by Upside Down creatures.

Steve backed out of the driveway once Robin was inside, and once again tried to flip the AC on.

Nothing.

“Why did this have to happen right before the hottest part of the year?” Eddie groaned.

“Just lucky,” Steve shrugged.

He should’ve taken his shirt off when he was in Robin’s driveway.

He pretended not to be distracted by the sweat glistening on Eddie’s chest, his skin flush pink from the heat. Steve pretended to not notice his newest tattoo, a nail bat that could have been identical to Steve’s real one under his bed.

“Oh!” Eddie suddenly said, nearly making Steve slam on the brakes or steer off the road. Maybe both.

“What’s wrong?”

“I forgot,” Eddie started to say as he reached through the backpack he had on the floor at his feet. “I made a…ah-ha!”

He held up a small rectangle, beaming over at Steve, who was too focused on driving to really see what he was holding.

“Uh. What is it?” He asked.

“It’s a mixtape! You were complaining about the kids stealing all your tapes and I thought I could make one for you,” Eddie opened the cassette case and shoved the tape in the tape deck. “I fit as much of what I knew you had on here, but there are limits to my magic so-“

“You seriously made me a mixtape of a bunch of pop songs?” Steve rolled to a stop at a stop sign, finally able to properly look over at Eddie.

He was pulling a lock of hair into his mouth, nervously looking back at Steve like he was unsure he’d done the right thing, like this was a test he hadn’t studied for and had a big chance of failing.

“I mean, I did throw in one of my favorite songs halfway to shake things up,” Eddie said nervously.

“You recorded fucking Blondie on a tape for me?” Steve asked incredulously.

“One song is Blondie, but-“

“And Tears for Fears?” Steve was still stopped in the road.

Eddie glanced behind them, ignoring the squeak of his slick skin rubbing against the seat. No cars, thankfully.

“Yeah, they’re on there.”

Steve put the car in park.

“Steve, you’re in the road, you can’t-“

“Shut up!” Steve turned completely towards Eddie, his face serious. “You made me a mixtape.”

“Yes and now I’m regretting mentioning it while you were driving.” Duran, Duran started playing and Steve let out a small gasp. “Dude, are you okay?”

“Do you remember when you told me that music was your love language? We were high and you said that you would give the person you love a mixtape to show you cared about them?”

He did say that. It was well over a month ago, when he and Steve had been sitting on his roof smoking, when Eddie had almost told him then how much he loved him. He’d held back, but barely.

“I…yeah, I remember.”

“And you made me a mixtape.”

“I did.”

“Eddie…”

“Steve…”

“Is this you telling me you love me?”

It wasn’t. Not intentionally. Not really.

But as expected, Steve saw through him, had a memory like a steel trap despite how many times he’d had his lights knocked out.

“You love me.”

Eddie was desperate to touch him, but the reminder of how hot it was, how much sweat was dripping off of him made him pause.

“When we get to your house, I’ll tell you.”

“What? Why not now?” Steve pouted.

Eddie fell harder.

“Because if I kiss you in this car, I’ll be mad about suffering in the heat longer. You have a house with AC and a cold shower." Eddie poked Steve's bottom lip back in. "I can show you if you hurry."

Steve took the car out of park and hit the gas, his perfect mixtape playing on the radio and Eddie laughing in the passenger seat.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #steddielovemonth #love is the perfect mixtape #friends to lovers #getting together #love confessions #fluff

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saleeba · 7 months

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the baby-making manual ; william saliba

summary ♡ baby fever hits the salibas full force.

pairing ♡ william saliba x fem!reader

content ♡ 18+, smut, husband!william, kissing, p in v sex, cunnilingus, reader & wilo are so broody & so in love with each other, missionary, doggystyle, riding, lotus position (yes i’m fucking depraved don’t look at me like that 🤕), soft romantic vibes, breeding kink, praise, body worship, size kink ofccc, clitoral stimulation, titplay, unprotected sex (wrap it before u tap it unless ur name is y/n and ur starring in this fic 🥸), creampie(s), a smidgen of cockwarming, blink and u miss the one french word in here, talks about having kids, aftercare included !!

a/n ♡ the title is so goofy & nobody asked for this but the concept has been eating at my mind since the end of summer + i've had this in the drafts since oct so i gotta put me first lucius 😫😩😫😩😫 anyway this is day one of converting you all into wilo girlies hehe WAKE UP WORLD‼️ pls lmk how u all find this fic btw!! ik it won’t get as much attention as my jude ones bc there prob aren’t as many fans but i rlly would appreciate anything u have to say about it !!! 🫶🏽🥰 enjoyyyy mes chéris!! 😌❤️

an unexpectedly warm spring’s saturday had given cause to an impromptu barbecue held by your parents, and you and william had found yourselves in the company of most of your relatives for the day. how your mother had convinced half the family tree to be present on such short notice you will never know but you were grateful nonetheless, extremely happy to especially see the loved ones you haven’t seen since getting married to your now-husband a couple of years ago.

it’s close to eleven in the night now, your arrival at home being so belated due to the clash between your insistence that you and william had to go home as he had training the next morning and your father’s greater insistence that the two of you stay a little longer for another cup of tea, another plate of food, even the whole night if you wanted to. in the end, you had to put a politely firm foot down, more for william’s sake who can’t say no to your parents for the life of him, and who was on his way to accepting your dad’s invitation to stay the night before you spoke up. you knew the events of last night would repeat for the morning, your parents in a tug-of-war with you to make you guys stay for breakfast but you supported your case with the argument of the long drive home and the fact that mikel wouldn’t appreciate william’s tardiness the next day, especially at such a significant time in the season.

you’re sitting in bed by yourself right now with a novel in hand – william having gone to take a much-needed relaxing shower – inwardly laughing to yourself over your husband’s people-pleasing antics and your mind meanders to the scenes of this afternoon, the sounds of children’s laughter and adults’ gossip in the air accompanied with the smokey scent of grilled food taking over your senses. you reencounter images of william chasing your little cousins, nieces and nephews around the garden — small, sweet giggles mixed with william’s deeper chuckles as they’re all engaged in an exhilarating game of tag, little feet and large padding around the property.

your thoughts are pulled back into reality when the ensuite door clicks open, a cloud of steam puffing into the bedroom before it reveals your husband clad in nothing but a white towel around his waist, droplets of water dotted on his toned chest and abdomen. it’s a sheer sight for sore eyes and one that you will never tire of so you shamelessly watch as he smiles at you before gliding across the room, moving to his vanity to apply generous amounts of body lotion to bring back moisture to his skin, the action making his skin glow so prettily under the warm lighting of the bedroom.

it’s these moments of silent appreciation that have you feeling like the luckiest girl in the universe; an adonis of a lover in your bedroom, one that would move heaven and earth at your beck and call, and there’s denying that you would do the same for him.

in all your daydreaming, william’s moved on to pulling his pajamas on for bedtime, a pair of dark grey boxer shorts acting as said pajamas as he opts to go shirtless in fear of overheating on such a toasty night. you place your novel down, the previously read page distinguished with a bookmark, as william places a soft kiss on your forehead before tucking you both in under the thin sheets.

“mum was really bad with the baby talk this time, wasn’t she?” you turn your body on its spot, head propped up by a bend of your arm as you face william who lifts his head at your rhetoric question. “i mean, you did look so fucking adorable with the kids today so i don’t know if i should say sorry on her behalf.”

“not at all,” he only lets out a breathy laugh, now mirroring you in the shift of his own body. “i’ve had most people asking me about it now.”

“really?”

you’re quite shocked to learn that there are indeed a lot of people who are eager to see william and yourself have a family of your own and that it’s not just pestering from your mother in particular, who has asked about when she will be seeing grandchildren from her daughter and “favourite son-in-law” from the moment the two of you had just about exchanged rings. you’ve grown accustomed to answering with the same old ‘we want to focus on us/our careers/our freedom’ response but there’s a little curious something that’s pulling the two of you to consider everyone’s requests.

“mmhm, i think i could count the number of people at the club that have asked me about it using my hands and my feet,” the pair of you laugh at this, a shake of your head over how believable that comment is despite it sounding so silly since the environment of your husband’s workplace is so close-knit and everyone is comfortable with each other. “it’s not just that, though, is it?”

“no?” you question his tone turned serious now.

“when i see the guys and their kids, i can’t help wondering what i might be like in those sorts of situations, y’know?” you sit up at his words, heart racing a little faster with the way he looks at you; looks into you as he again copies your movements, taking your hands in his after leaning his shoulder against the headboard. “can’t help wondering what it would be like seeing you and a mini version of us in the stands during a match… wanna see our baby matching shirts with their papa, wanna hear their tiny voice cheer my name…”

you swear you feel your heart stop as soon as his lips form the words ‘our baby’.

“oh, william,” you sigh over his thoughts spoken aloud, a slight pang of guilt hitting at your heartstrings and causing your eyes to tear up just a little. “why didn’t you tell me about all this, hm?”

you had no idea of his desire to have children, always assuming his response to everyone’s questions to be the same as yours and believing that he wanted to prioritise football over starting a family with you for at least a couple more years.

“it’s not your fault, sweetheart, not at all.” his fingers swipe under your eyes in precaution against any spilt tears. “having a baby, hell, even wanting a baby... it’s a big deal; it’s hard to just drop it into a conversation if that makes sense.”

“of course, that makes plenty of sense,” his hands grip yours in a tight embrace, placing a kiss on the slightly trembling digits in an attempt to soothe you. “you really want to have a baby with me?”

william laughs softly at your words and the way you sit with your mouth gaping, starry-eyed with a million thoughts racing through your mind.

“no, i want to have a baby with mrs khan next door.” he deadpans, referring to your elderly neighbour, before you shove at his shoulder, a blush overcoming your cheeks as you realise how daft your question is, disbelief over how much william wants to be a dad seeping into the way you’re thinking right now. “you’re the only woman that i want as the mother of my children, y/n, the only one.”

his eyes look even more beautiful in the peek of moonlight through the curtains and you fear your heart may give out tonight, squeezing so hard in your chest with the love that you feel for your husband.

“can i kiss you, baby?” he asks so politely, thumb running over the plumpness of your bottom lip. even after so many years together, he’s always the gentleman but still, you tell him that he doesn’t need to ask anymore — you are his to have as he is yours.

his lips descend upon yours with a gentle force, hands clasping over your waist where the black silk material of your short nightdress stops him from touching the warmth of your soft skin. instead, william decides to pick you up and place you on his lap, the urge to feel your body as close to his as possible controlling his actions, your knees dropping to either side of him as your clothed chest meets his bare one.

as the kiss deepens on what seems like its own accord, you feel yourself growing wetter, thankful for your earlier decision to forgo underwear for the night as you grind down onto william’s lap, the cotton of his boxers creating delicious friction on where you need it the most.

breathless sighs turn into light moans from the two of you as william tightens his grip on your waist with the same strength your core presses down onto his hardening length before he turns you both over to have you on your back, his form hovering over yours, lips ghosting over the nook where your neck meets your shoulders, leaving an eruption of goosebumps in its trail.

in the pleasured shutting of your eyes, you can feel william’s hands pull down the loose straps of your nightdress, then a kiss on each shoulder and then the heat of his breath over your exposed breasts.

“so beautiful, darling,” he looks up to your blushing face, the compliment painting a shy smile on it before his lips wrap around your left nipple with wasting any time. a whine is pulled from your lungs over the way william suckles on the nub, a tiny tug of it between his teeth causing you to arch your chest further into his mouth. of course, he doesn’t forget to pay attention to your right boob, taking his sweet time in kissing and swirling his tongue around the stiffness of the other side. “how did i get so lucky, hmm?”

you whimper in response as he brushes his lips down your body over your nightdress; from under your breasts, over your navel and arriving at the base of your tummy, where he places the firmest kiss of them all atop of the lustrous material.

“william…”

“gonna take care of you, baby, i promise.”

his hands now come down to your thighs, where the inner parts are sticky with arousal, and he hoists the hem of your dress up past your bellybutton, the pressing together of your legs to soothe the ache of your core as a light breeze hits it inciting your husband to part them and find home in the self-made gap. his head lowers to where your pussy lays nearly leaking onto the sheets and your breaths quicken, reaching an all-time rapid high when william plants a kiss on your clit, one so soft that it would’ve been deemed innocent had it not been in the midst of an action so filthy.

in the ‘o’-shapedness of your mouth, amorous sighs escape as he starts his attack on your wetness — mouth open, tongue out, lapping at your juices as you sing his praises in the form of high-pitched moans. his tongue slips past your drenched folds to find your sopping hole, the tip of it poking past your entrance as he’s full-on eating you out now, open-mouthed moans from the simple pleasure of your pussy on his lips almost drowning out your sounds.

there’s a particularly lusty moan from you when his thumb finds your tense clit, a couple of rubs on it releasing a string of cries out of the confines of your lips as your legs tremble from their position on his shoulders. from the very beginning of your married life, william had made it his mission to become well-acquainted with you in the bedroom, and you think he’s succeeded as the way he knows which buttons to press to get you to cum at his mercy is very telling, fingers working expertly in toying with your sensitive nub as your walls clench around nothing but the conjured-up image of cumming all over his mouth and pretty face.

“william… i-” you start but are soon interrupted by the intense sucking of your already pounding clit between his moistened lips. the wail you let leave your body is almost pitiful, the feeling so fucking good but so sudden and unexpected that you fall head-first into your orgasm, crashing into it with a spasm of your thighs around william’s head, pawing at his dark hair for some inkling of relief and grounding since you truly believe you’re about to lose all sense of reality with how strong this orgasm has hit you.

william doesn’t relent despite your convulsions, placing kisses over your clenching pussy and shaky abdomen. you manage to still your involuntary motions to catch a glimpse of his face in all its glory; his lips glistening wet with your release and his eyes darker than ever, impossible to distinguish the colour of his pupils from the colour of his irises, an unfolding plan of what’s to come for you both behind his soft gaze.

“did so, so good for me, my love,” he praises, kissing you through panting breaths from the both of you. “want to feel you around me, fuck, need to feel you around me, baby.”

you go to deny him at first, nestling your hand against the bulge of his boxers but he’s quick to deny you in turn.

“no, baby, tonight’s for you, ok? just wanna take care of everything— take care of you.”

you nod in acceptance, knowing that arguing with him would be futile, a gentle flame in his eyes telling you of his determination to do nothing but be at your service until the sun comes up.

“how do you want me first, amour?”

you almost swoon at the question, unable to believe that you essentially have this man at your mercy now, getting dizzy over choosing whether you want to ride him into oblivion first or save that for later and have him take you from behind to start with. either way, you know that tonight was no night for a meagre one round.

“how about as we are right now?” you suggest, the current arrangement of you on your back and william on top proving perfectly convenient for you guys to start with your favourite position in bed.

“sounds perfect, baby,” he smiles before getting up to rid his body of those grey boxers and then almost leaning over you to pull a condom from the nightstand before he stops himself midway, the both of you realising that this is a habit that will need to be unlearnt now. a pair of giggles erupts between you and a silent agreement to forget the condom for the whole purpose of tonight is sealed with a rerouted kiss from william. he then prompts you to lift your hips so he can slot a pillow underneath them and have you as comfortable as you can get. you can’t resist biting your bottom lip at the pulsating anticipation between the two of you, the sight of his bare cock admittedly making your mouth water.

now back on the bed and parting your legs, william resituates himself in between, this time with his cock in his hand running down your increasingly dripping slit, the occasional dip past your folds making you wince in an addictive combination of overstimulation and urgency.

“shit, angel, i’m sorry,” his apology is sincere as he searches your eyes for signs of discomfort. “we don’t have to do this right now, we can take a break, do you want me to ge–”

“babe, i’m fine, okay?” you huff out a laugh, your husband’s honestly innocent face tickling your tummy and making your core ache even more. “j-just fuck me, will, please?”

his answer comes in the guise of an assured smooch against your swollen lips, taking the quiet opportunity to sink into your wetness, completely raw for the first time, with a loud deep groan that makes your stomach feel like it’s gloriously folding in on itself. you revel in finally having the naked thickness of his cock inside you, experiencing every ridge, vein and inch of smoothness directly between your gummy walls with a hushed fuck before he gets to work on setting a moderate pace — slow and savouring it seems, his way of saying that he wants this to last as long as it possibly can.

"william… so big..." no matter how many times you've been under him and how many times you say it, it will always ring true; the initial stretch and burn that his cock creates for you will always light a fire of delicious friction, tonight being a million times more special than every previous encounter put together. and no matter how many times william hears it, it will always set his mind ablaze, hips now pistoning at an unfathomable speed as he can’t hold back anymore, moaning and groaning about how good you feel uninterrupted around him, how there'll be no one else for him, how you're everything to him. it all has your pussy gushing around him to no end.

your whimpers warn him of another impending orgasm, the tightening clasp of your cunt and the way you’re clawing at the softness of his lower tummy in sheer desperation make william’s movements falter just the slightest, a whine leaving his throat as he can feel his own climax catching up to him.

“close, baby,” he warns in sentences incomplete, brain whirring on pure pleasure and nothing else but the desire to have you cumming around him. he’s afraid that he may finish a fraction too soon and leave you disappointed so his fingers find your stiffened clit again, the caressing of his thumb a little harsher this time around as part of an effort to get you both to cum at the same time.

the pleasure you’re receiving from the touch of his thumb and the stroke of his dick is almost too much, hands willing their way to pull his off of you but the speed at which your second orgasm hits you beats any other competition to the finish line, pussy barely squeezing to trigger william’s first orgasm of the night; your lover climaxes inside of you with a sound so guttural, it has him almost collapsing against your shaking form but you invite him to do so, a tender hand on the back of his head guiding him to a safe haven in the crook of your neck as the strangely comforting feeling of thick, white liquid streams down your inner thighs. heavy breaths saturate the dimly lit room as you lay with your lover for a moment, warm bodies basking in the aftermath of a shared orgasm.

after a comfortable minute or two, william speaks up, his voice dropped to an octave so deep it relights the fire in your seeping cunt before your head can even process his words.

“how does round two sound to you?” he’s asking amidst the plotting of a few kisses up your jawline.

you’re ready to jump his bones again on your own accord so when you hear the request fall from your husband’s lips, it’s an immediate “yes please” from you, not even bothered to feel shameful about the reeking desperation of your response.

a knowing chuckle and another kiss seal the deal, william pulling your now-creased nightdress over your outstretched arms, leaving you completely bare but free; accessible to his every touch. he asks you to turn around onto your hands and knees, setting the pillow down underneath your lower abdomen as a precaution.

“there we go, angel,” he places a tender kiss at the bottom of your spine, running a hand up the natural curve of your back while you anticipate his next action. “gonna make my pretty girl feel so good tonight, she deserves it all.” your thighs divide instinctively in response to his voice and the sight of his cum glistening on your skin has william choking on a moan, needing to stroke his cock on the white-stained slipperiness.

“william, don’t tease,” you beg with a shake of your ass against his crotch to get him to hurry and slip his length inside of you. “can’t wait anymore.”

your husband obliges immediately, having lubricated his dick enough with his own release off your thighs, pushing into your hole with so much more ease and a filthy squelch as the realisation that the majority of his cum from the previous round is still inside of you hits him. oh, it sends william’s entire being into a lustful frenzy.

“f-fuck, baby, listen to how well i filled you up,” he gasps out, mouth forming an ‘o’ shape as the dirtiest noises he has ever heard emits from where his cock is connected to your pussy.

you’ve done this position more times than you can count but the raw state of his dick plus the way it definitely plunges deeper from all the lubrication william has created inside you has you growing wetter beyond belief, another layer of arousal helping him reach damn near a whole new dimension of your cunt. you don’t want to lend your name to porno-fuelled incorrect biology but you swear he’s in your cervix right now, the pillow now playing its part in hoisting your bottom half up, back arching so beautifully, making it the perfect setup for william to split you in half with every thrust of his length.

between a melody of cries of his name from your worn lips and his deeper moans, you surprisingly cum without a word of warning; it’s fast and it’s hard and it’s white-hot, almost launching your body off the bed entirely. it’s not so surprising, actually, given the speed of william’s pounding inside of your creaming pussy and the resulting splat-splat-splat noise his actions make, all of it way too much, way too depraved and addicting to try and avoid.

“good fucking girl,” your husband grunts out at the sensation of yet another round of your pussy walls spasming around him, another round of hot cum spurting into your hole as he fills you up with an animalistic fuck! marking the round so differently from the last one, which was so full of love, this one in a tone that is much more lewd and untamed.

you’re still on all fours, moaning softly at the flood of cum that spills out of you from around william’s dick and onto the sheets below, cunt still clenching his shaft which doesn’t seem to get any softer despite the two of you having been at it for nearly two hours without a break. your husband, sheathed still in your core, runs a series of kisses up your back, reaching the back of your ear to leave praises of how good you were for him just then and how pretty you look while he’s balls deep inside of you. eventually, he pulls out with a throaty moan, leaving you panting as you fall onto your back to look up at his fucked out expression.

william’s standing there with his hands on his hips, chest heaving, face all smiley and flushed, an image not too dissimilar to one where he’s fresh off a victory on the pitch. you wish you could take a picture of the scenery in front of you but you trust your memory to sear it into place for you instead.

“fucking hell, if i’m not pregnant by now then i don’t even know what to say!” you laugh out at the mess you’ve both made of the sheets and yourselves, and william joins in before quipping in with a “hmm, we should make sure, just in case, of course.” a cheeky tone in his voice as he snuggles his mouth against your neck, the hair on his chin tickling your skin as you squirm on the bed out of ecstatic amusement.

“okay, okay, but first we have to take a break, babe!” you manage to squeal out before william ceases his tickle attack on you, letting you go to the bathroom while he fetches a glass of water from the kitchen.

by the time you’re finished and clean, william has the bed remade and the glass of water held out by the hand upon your return to the bedroom. you shake your head at him, bemused at this butler act he’s now performing.

“your refreshment, mrs. saliba,” he mocks what you assume to be a posh british accent, his own french one adding so much charm to it.

“i thank you, mr. y/l/n,” you smirk back and take a sip, careful not to choke as william pushes your shoulder in jest with an oi before sitting down on the edge of the bed and watching you set the empty glass down on the nightstand.

“so, about that making sure thing,” you pounce on his lap within a split second, settling your hands on the warmed skin of his shoulders.

william throws his head back in a hearty chuckle. “fucking hell, what was in that water?!”

“shut up and kiss me, saliba.” you command and he doesn’t dare to do anything but oblige, lips catching yours in a heated kiss that reinstalls all elements of hunger and lust inside of the pair of you. running your hands down and over the expanse of his chest has william parting his lips in a low groan, you taking the opportunity to slip your tongue inside his mouth and swallow all of his sugary sweet sounds, not wanting any ears other than your own to hear them. the resumed grinding of your naked crotch on william’s has him hardening quickly, another order from you to go lay himself down on the pillows moving scenes on as rapidly as you like.

“good boy,” you admire the way he’s displayed himself for you, long athletic body sprawled out in all its glory, the moonlight a little brighter now that the night has really settled in. “you look so good like this, william, fuck, need to have you inside me now, baby.” a couple of tugs on his stiff cock and you’re sliding down onto it, william’s hands – slightly sweaty from excitement – holding you in place as you begin to rock and raise your body.

there’s a harmonised whine from the two of you as you’re filled with his thickness once again, william encased in your snug, plush walls, and the swivel of your hips atop him makes his teeth grit in euphoria. seeing this spurs you on more, momentum picked up from the way william throws his head back, leaving his neck at your mercy and you of course can’t help but nip and kiss and lick over it, the sounds being pulled from his throat so saccharine and tuneful.

he pants out with a vice-like grip on your hips, the skin white with the extreme grasp his fingers have on it. “s-slow, baby, slow…” he pleads while you rock and grind and bump into his crotch like a woman gone mad, chasing a high that is just at the tips of your fingers… just a little more.

you whine out his name, scratching at his chest where you had previously been resting your hands for leverage, and he finds a little leeway before taking a gulp of courage and sitting up to meet the stirring of your pelvis with his, cock sputtering up into your cunt as he supports you with his large hands behind your back.

the position is possibly the most intimate you’ve been in — naked chest to naked chest, your nipples rubbing against the softness of his pecs, your knees on either side of him as his are crossed underneath you, body so much smaller than his, lips so close to touching with every jerk and bump but never really kissing, always teasing. it’s all so fucking hot and there’s nothing you want more than for him to fill you up once more.

the knock-knock-knock of another orgasm has you pulling him so close against you, practically forcing him to shift his entire weight on top of you. you feel the need to bury him inside your skin. to be bound entirely and irrefutably. his lips, just now attached to the mounds on your chest, start rambling in his native tongue. you're not quite fluent in french but you've been with william long enough to pick up some things; the important things. through his wanton panting and sighing, he's spilling all his desires to you — telling you that he can't wait to see you swollen with his child, can’t wait to see if they’ll have his hair or your smile, can’t wait for you both to finally be the parents you had dreamed of being. there’s a fire in his words and it sets your whole body alight, scratching down his back in vicious streaks that will surely be present for the next week.

“w-william, please,” you wail, legs burning in their effort to capture your awaiting high. “put a baby in me, fuck, please, fuck a baby into me.” freshly hot tears are fully spilling down your cheeks now, the ecstasy of his cock pounding into you and the promises he’s made to you proving too much and you need relief from it all, desperately.

“gonna do just that, angel, gonna fill you up nice and good,” he moans out, pulling you in closer to his gyrating form. “gonna fill you up over and over until we get that baby.”

and that’s the tipping point for you, your husband’s words, so sincerely sweet yet sinful, being the thing to push you over and have you cumming with a thunderous scream of his name. your pussy gushes around his rigid length, walls fluttering around it so forcefully you’re scared they’ll be stuck like this forever. william soon follows with his own orgasm, a few throaty moans that sound so pretty coming from his plump limps as they match the rhythm with which he spurts his sticky cum into you. your legs tremble in both exhaustion and bliss around william, and he’s quick to soothe them over with his hands, mouth landing kisses over your face and your chest.

there’s only a symphony of heavy panting from you both now, and the occasional whimper or soft moan, as william lays on his back with you on top of him, large hands running up and down your back to steady your breathing, his dick still firmly in you. you're pretty sure you've forgotten what it feels like to be empty and without him.

“you okay?” he mumbles into your hair, a loving kiss left on your forehead before he tilts your chin up to look at him, your eyes weary and ready to doze off. you can only muster up an mmhmm but william is determined to end the night perfectly for you.

“hang on, baby, okay?” he requests before slowly pulling out of your heat and dashing to the bathroom where you can hear the din of him rummaging through cupboards and running the bathtub’s taps, leaving you to laze around with a pool of cum leaking out of you. the sudden crash of something metal followed by a shit! is enough to pull you out of the clasps of sleep, however.

your husband reappears swiftly, a boyishly guilty look on his face to which you raise an eyebrow.

“everything’s fine!” he assures your silent questioning. “i want to take care of you right now, though. please?”

you flash him a tired but teasing smile in affirmation and he picks you up bridal-style, giving a quick kiss to your lips before walking you over to the bathtub and gently placing you in the comfortably warm and bubbly water where you feel your muscles instantly relax. the calmingly fragrant scent of chamomile fills your nostrils as you sigh up at your lover.

“thank you, honey,” you speak, a slight croak to your voice from honest exhaustion. william nods at you before plotting another sweet kiss on your temple.

“room for a little one?” he asks with a beautiful grin on his face, teeth all out in his signature style.

“always.” you scoot forwards to make room for him and he slips his much larger frame behind you, instantaneously pulling your back into his chest, hands delicately soothing over your tummy as he delivers a bunch of kisses across the plane of your shoulders.

“sounds stupid but i already have a list of names that i wanna go over with you.” he says shyly after a moment of quiet.

you giggle and set a devoted kiss to the wedding band on his ring finger.

“i’m all ears.”

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