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bumblebree1903 · 22 days
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Can someone explain to me why Gerry being happy and his badly dyed hair not being mentioned means he can’t be goth? I feel like there’s more depth to the reasons, I just keep seeing “he’s happy so he’s not goth”. I’m genuinely curious I want to hear the variety of reasons bc I personally LOVE happy goth characters.
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designernishiki · 11 months
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sometimes I kinda wonder if yokoyama has like. some sort of weird personal grudge over majima or something for whatever reason. because it’s honestly really odd and sort of offputting to see a game’s director dislike a widely beloved long-time character who is almost-universally regarded as an icon in the franchise, so vocally to the extent of being rude about it right next to the character’s voice actor (who loves playing him and appreciates him as a character way more)
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chuluoyi · 3 months
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the secret wife
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- nanami kento x reader
follow the first years’ misadventures as they find out that apparently, the infamous 7:3 sorcerer is also a dutiful and loving husband in private!
genre/warnings: crack, fluff, the first years are simply chaotic, an attempt at humor, gojo cameo (he’s so insufferable), mentions of pregnancy, nanami being the best husband there is
note: based on an anon's suggestion, this is a spin-off to love entries' wife (so gojo is married to love entries reader naturally!) this is full chaos and crack omg so sorry and isn't proofread bc i’m kinda tired so pls forgive any mistakes and my dry humor :')
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On one fine, sunny day, which was supposed to be a calm and relaxing afternoon...
“Hello? Yuji—”
Megumi could've sworn, they weren't usually this nosy.
“Gojo-sensei! It's urgent!”
Call it indulgence, because Nobara's curiosity just got the better of her.
“Oh? What's—”
“Does Nanamin have a wife!?”
And Yuji... well, he just needed answers, because the three of them were now in the ‘Mom and Baby’ section of department store, having just witnessed a monumental sight of their esteemed mentor, Nanami Kento—
—with a remarkably stunning woman hanging onto his arm.
“Huh?” Gojo's confusion was evident from the other line. Oh, yeah. Yuji had decided to cut to the chase and call him too, hoping for a swift clarification.
Okay, so why were the trio—plus Gojo on the speakerphone—hiding behind a pillar just to spy on Nanami and his very possible wife? Let us rewind 30 minutes before...
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Yuji considers himself to have an exceptional eye and taste for women.
And 30 minutes ago, when he fell on his butt on the rough, hard asphalt in the jammed Shibuya crossing after accidentally getting shoved by the crowd, and encountered a kind, vivacious older woman—you, who extended a hand to help him up, he was even more convinced of that.
“Are you alright, Itadori-kun?” your soft voice entered his ears, catching him off-guard, and Yuji was certain of two things then.
One, that you were just like a literal angel descended from skies above, all dolled up and pretty with your flowy sundress.
“Ah, uh—” he stammered, eyes darting everywhere and anywhere at once as his palm started sweating after clasping your hand. “I-I am…”
And two, for the life of him, he had no idea who you were.
But it registered late in his mind to ask as he was busy controlling his ragged breathing and instant crush, and before Yuji knew it, you graced him with another kind smile and went on your way.
And did he feel so miserable afterwards.
. . .
“She’s sooo hella pretty, Fushiguro! And she knows me! Me!”
Megumi sighed, eyeing his friend in disgust. Truthfully, all he wanted was to return to the dorms and collapse onto his bed, and not listen to his friend’s incoherent ramblings.
"You sure you weren't imagining things?" Nobara questioned with slight irritation. "After you embarrassed us in front of Gojo-sensei's wife a while back, please think more before you act."
"I'm not, I swear! She said my name!"
"Itadori, can you please just not?" Megumi grumbled, having enough of this ruckus. "I want to walk back in peace."
And so tucking away his pout, Yuji walked in silence just as his best friend asked, and he was really going to leave it at that when suddenly he caught the sight of a familiar pristine coat and the sundress from earlier. “Oh?”
"Isn't that Nanami-san?" Nobara also spotted him, her eyes widening when she saw you, who was happily beaming as well as Nanami's light chuckle. "And wait, who is—?"
"That's her!" Yuji burst out, pointing decisively in your direction. "That's who I was talking about!"
Oh, no. Megumi dreaded it already. He could already see the utter catastrophe—
"I'm going after them!"
"Wait, Itadori! Me too!"
Too late. Before he could stop them, Nobara and Yuji had followed the pair. Reluctantly, Megumi trailed behind them too, albeit wearing a vexed scowl. Yet despite his misgivings, he couldn't deny that the things he saw over the next 30 minutes were genuinely unexpected.
Nanami consistently led you to a quieter spot away from the bustling crowd, his hand holding yours firmly. He would occasionally throw you a smile, or when you didn’t hold hands, then he’d wrap an arm around your waist. And to the trio's bewilderment, they also saw him tenderly brushing his lips against your head while on the escalator.
Soft and gentle. It was a side of Nanami Kento they had never witnessed—either with anyone else or even himself.
The two of you ventured through home appliances, visited food stalls, and eventually... the ‘Mom and Baby’ section.
"Do you want to rest for a bit?" Nanami's voice held a touch of concern as his hand settled on the small of your back, and seeing that, Nobara positively swooned.
"Oh, no, I'm fine," you responded with a reassuring smile. "Let's head over there. I'd like to see that next!"
Watching you and Nanami meticulously going through strollers and cribs like a pair of would-be parents was apparently too mind-blowing for Yuji and Nobara, leading to the decision to call Gojo right then and there. And, as they say, the rest was history.
"Last I heard, Nanami wasn't married," Gojo answered resolutely. "If he is, then it's the ultimate betrayal because he never told me!"
"But we see him with a woman! At mother and baby care section!"
Gojo hummed in thoughtful manner. "Okay, students. Now I'm tasking you to see this to the very end! Keep me on the line!"
With that, Operation: Uncover Nanami's Wife was officially underway, and frankly, the way the three of them were clumsily tailing the 7:3 sorcerer made Megumi want to facepalm. How was it that Nanami hadn't noticed their rather conspicuous attempts at all?
Now you were fawning over baby clothes, cutely trying not to squeal as you picked a little blue and yellow overalls. "Kento! Kento! Look, how cute!"
And all of them were floored once again when the expression on his face softened, as a warm smile adorned his lips. "Yeah, they are."
"Is she pregnant? She doesn't look it..." Nobara remarked, squinting and frowning, still watching the two of you like a hawk.
"Or maybe they're shopping for someone else?" Megumi suggested, earning teasing grins from Yuji and Nobara, to which he quickly rolled his eyes, as they chorused, "Looks like you're curious too!"
After a while, you moved from the clothes to sections stocked with mother's necessities. Yuji leaned against one of the racks, pressing his ear against it, with Nobara and Megumi crowding behind him, attempting to catch a snippet of your conversation with Nanami.
"I think we should get some heat packs and these pillows—"
"Oh, Kento! You're such a worrywart, I still won't need them for a few more months—"
"Wait, what?" Yuji whipped his head around in surprise, causing Nobara, who was leaning on him, to stumble and inadvertently collide with the racks.
"Eh? Huh!?"
Unfortunately, the racks weren't sturdy enough, and the force caused them to sway dangerously. Nobara, sensing her imminent fall, instinctively grabbed Yuji's arm to steady herself. However, he got tugged instead and their combined weight exacerbated the situation, leading to the racks quickly toppling over and a deafening commotion ensued—
Crash!
"Careful!" Nanami immediately pulled you behind him, a protective arm around your shoulder, sensing your shock from the sudden crash. He was on high alert, expecting some sort of attack of cursed spirits, but instead, he was met with the most astounding sight of the bickering culprits amidst the fallen racks.
"Kugisaki! What are you doing!"
"You dumbass! Why didn't you stop me from falling?!"
"Itadori-kun...?" Nanami called out in utter disbelief, his mind couldn't fathom as to why the first years were here. However, his attention quickly shifted to Megumi, who was seething and sending his friends a glare so hard it could drill a hole into them.
Then, the boy swiftly fixed himself into a low bow in front of him, ashamed, disregarding Yuji and Nobara's groans altogether. "Nanami-san, I'm very, very sorry on their behalf."
"What are the three of you doing here?" he inquired, and poor Megumi seemed at a loss, huffing as he nervously rubbed the back of his neck, unsure of where to even start.
Meanwhile you were full of worry for the fallen kids. "Oh my gosh, are you alright?"
For the second time today, you tried to help Yuji to stand on his feet, and this time, he really had a good look over you.
It wasn't exactly noticeable due to how loose your dress was, but now he could see that under it, your belly was slightly rounded—an unmistakable baby bump.
Amidst his shock and pain, Yuji couldn't bring himself to take your hand as he inadvertently let this slip, "N-Nanamin! You knocked her up!"
Nanami blinked. You gaped. Megumi and Nobara went pale in sheer horror, ready to murder their friend on the spot for his extreme height of rudeness.
“Itadori-kun,” Nanami cleared his throat then, and if he was offended, then he chose not to show it. “First of all, I’m sorry for not introducing you sooner. This is Y/N, my wife, and yes,” his tone hardened slightly, “She’s carrying our first child.”
“S-so you are married!”
“Yes, that was what I—”
“What the hell?! NANAMIIII!”
Oh, the freaking phone. After his fall, Yuji’s phone ended up on the floor, and of course, Gojo did hear all of the entire madness, evident from how his voice blared from the phone.
Nanami frowned, unwittingly reaching out towards the phone. “Who—?”
“NA-NA-MI!" Gojo screeched in righteous exasperation, and the former immediately pulled away from the phone with a cringe. “How could you?! I invited you to my wedding! Are you a hermit or something—how could not tell anyone!? Didn’t you say I can officiate—”
“I said no such thing. Please refrain from saying outrageous things, it’s both annoying and misleading,” Nanami stressed, growing more irritated by the mere sound of Gojo's whining voice and feeling his patience waning rapidly.
"Aren't we friends?! How—!"
"Should I find you instigate one more of this... shenanigans with the kids, I won't hesitate to report you to Yaga and your wife," he interjected then with clear irritation, and right that second, Gojo shut himself up.
Yuji, Nobara and Megumi couldn't help drawing that one conclusion in wonder: So, that's what Gojo-sensei is afraid of.
Nanami swiftly ended the call with a flick of his finger, returning the phone to the still mystified Yuji. Turning back to the trio, Nanami's irritation simmered as he glanced at the mess of broken goods on the floor, as well as noticing the approaching clerks.
"You three..." Nanami started, his voice rising slightly, unfaltering even as the three of them flinched. "Do you realize what you've done? Are you so idle that you can ditch your assignments?"
"Kento, don't be too harsh," you rebuked, placing a hand on his arm with a frown on your face. Nanami sighed, looking over the situation once again. It was a whole rack of baby necessities destroyed; plates, glasses, and whatnot scattered across the floor.
Nobara bit her lip in anxiety. “Oh my god, who's going to pay for all this damage?” She could already imagine the staggering amount this mess would cost. This is worth millions, anyone can go bankrupt.
There was only one person who can and will. Immediately, both Nanami and Megumi turned to her with a shared resolve.
"Gojo," Megumi blurted.
"He will be charged for everything," Nanami added with spite.
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Epilogue
"You just love those kids, don't you, Kento?"
That night, when both of you were ready for sleep, Nanami had one hand caressing your still growing belly, and you teased him with a chuckle.
"Huh?" your husband looked at you in mild confusion as he stopped stroking you. "What do you mean?"
You giggled again. "You said to put it on Gojo's name, but in the end, you were the one who covered the damages first."
Nanami huffed lightly. "That's because I can't get the kids in trouble. But mark my words, I'll make sure Gojo pays up later, by force if I need to." He made a face when he remembered just what a massive bill it was. "That's too much money to be spent carelessly. We have our child and our future to consider."
"You're always like that," you sighed fondly, taking his hand and placing it back to the swell of your belly. "Always on the first line of defense for the students." Your smile widened. "It makes me think... just how lucky our kid will be with you as their father."
"On the contrary, I'm counting my blessings that they'll have someone as soft as you for their mother," your husband retorted with a smile, kissing your temple. And your heart melted into a puddle by his affectionate gesture.
"That's too sweet... ah, yeah," suddenly, you were reminded of a critical thing. “Kento, have you ever considered telling everyone else that we're married? At least to people at school?”
Nanami always wanted privacy for safety reasons most of the time, and you understood that, but seeing that Gojo and the first years knew already, you thought it might be the best time to let everyone know.
"I honestly don’t see the need to, why?"
"People like Gojo are confused—"
Your husband rolled his eyes then. "Don’t worry, dear. People like Gojo exist to spread the word so we don't have to."
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luv4kozume · 2 months
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🏹 𝐁𝐀𝐃 𝐁𝐎𝐘 — MATT STURNIOLO
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Part 01
Previous: Part 00 Sneak Peek
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BadBoy!Pervert!Matt x GoodGirl!Fem!Reader
Contains: HELLA PLOT + time skips, swearing, private college au (reader is 18, Matt is his current age; school uniforms), brief mention of drugs (weed, implied stoner!matt), praise, pet names (princess, sweetheart, baby), teasing, begging, riding, missionary, dorm sex, unprotected sex, squirting + creampie, enemies to lovers. Not proof read!
Synopsis: A story in which you and your obnoxious classmate, Matt , are assigned a project to do together. You go back to his dorm to work with him but it soon began to take a sexual turn.
Word Count: 4,645+
💋 — Requested: “can u write a fic where chris or matt r ur school bully and one day while walking up the [stairs] they touch ur butt or like look under ur skirt and then it’s some enemies to lovers thing going on in a classroom. idek if this made sense but yuh 😭”
a/n: FOR MY MATT GIRLS!!! When I got this request it gave me hella pervert and bad boy vibes and I RAN with it. ENJOY BABIES!! 🫦
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*:・゚✧ 💌 *:・゚✧
Matthew Sturniolo. Where do you even begin to describe such a hopeless case like him?
Well for one, he was your classmate in your home room: Foundations of Communication. Which of course would be fine, however, he is the only junior enrolled in the required freshman class— after he had failed the class twice already.
You were nobody to judge, but there was just something about Matt that irked you to your core.
Perhaps it was the way he would always show up to class late. The collar of his grey uniform shirt always popped and the hem messily untucked.
Or maybe it was the musk smell of marijuana lingering on his being as it intermingled with the cheap cologne he tried to mask it up with.
Or possibly how he was determined to sit right behind you each time he decided to show up to class. He acted as if he were some horny high school boy; constantly kicking your seat, copying down your notes and answers, and sometimes even catching a few glances up your skirt.
You were convinced he was some sort of pervert, always looking up some unsuspecting girl’s skirt.
It was painfully obvious this guy was begging for your attention. And you for sure, were not willing to give him so much as an ounce.
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“Fuck!” You screamed. The sun already rose, the bright light piercing your eyes as it shone through your dorm’s window.
You scrambled out of bed, it wasn’t like you to oversleep like this. But you had been up fairly late last night, studying for another class and must have accidentally slept through your alarm.
You rushed over to your closet, quickly grabbing hold to all your uniform items: your button up, white, collared top, your royal blue blazer, and your blue, plaid and pleated skirt to match.
You had nearly everything and was just about to make a run for it until you realized you didn’t have your stockings. Apparently you forgot to run down to the laundry room as well.
“Shit—“ You cursed under your breath, rummaging through your sock drawer. Luckily, you did end up finding a pair of white, thigh high socks.
They weren’t your first choice, considering how tight and uncomfortable they could get around your thighs in just a matter of seconds but it was no time to spare.
You hopped into both socks, pulling the fabric past your knees and letting them hug around the middle of your thighs. You scanned the room for your black mary janes, and stepped into both of them before running out the door.
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Matt dragged his feet against the floor to the beat of the music blasting in his airpods— it was a miracle that his hearing was still in tact.
There was a tired, dead look in his eyes as he slowly made his way towards the flight of stairs. He was already 20 minutes late to class, what’s a few more?
The halls were empty as the rest of the student body were hidden away in the various closed classrooms.
That was until you suddenly peered around the corner, startling him.
“What the fuck?!” The harsh words tumbling out from his mouth before he could properly process who you were and why the hell you were running down the hall.
He scanned you from head to toe as he took one of his airpods out, noticing that you traded your usual black stockings for some white knee high socks.
Hot. He thought to himself, getting an eyeful at the plush skin of your thighs practically spilling out from the soft fabric.
Something only a pervert would notice right away.
“Move, Matt.” You huffed out, nearly out of breath from all the sprinting you’ve done this morning.
You nudged him with your arm, pushing him out of your pathway and darted up the stairs.
“You know we’re going to the same place, right?” Matt mumbled, looking up at you from the bottom of the stairs.
You stop dead in your tracks, clutching onto the straps of your tote bag as you slowly turned around. You gave him an icy, cold glare as if he were transparent.
“Your point?” You ask in an obviously annoyed tone.
“No need to push, is all.” Matt shrugged with a stupid grin plastered across his face. “It’s not like the class is going anywhere.”
“Whatever.” You sighed out, quickly regretting engaging in a pointless conversation with this idiot. You quickly turned around and started making your way up the stairs.
Your heels clicked against each step and your skirt bounced with each movement you made— exposing just the slightest bit of your white panties that squeezed deliciously around the curves of your hips and ass.
He may not have been motivated to go to class before but he certainly was now. His footsteps matched your frantic ones as he followed you up the stairs, his eyes never leaving from your skirt as you continued to be completely oblivious.
It wasn’t until the two of you made it to the top of the stairs when his inappropriate comment made realize he had been staring the entire time.
“White, huh?” He smirked, putting his airpod back in his ear.
Your mouth fell open and your heart pounded in your chest. Your fingers acting on instinct, immediately tugging at the hem of your skirt to pull it down to cover yourself. But the two of you knew it was already too late for that— Matt saw just about everything.
“Perv!” You shouted, your voice laced with embarrassment.
“Been called worse.” Matt teased as he dug his hands into his pant pockets.
“You’re horrible.” You continued.
“Yeah, yeah. Ladies first.” Matt replied, gesturing his head towards the classroom door.
You roll your eyes at his false flattery as he opened the door for you— just to steal another glimpse of your ass as you walked into the classroom.
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“I’m sorry,” You repeat in shock, “You want me to do what?”
“I want you to partner up with Matthew Sturniolo for this project.” Your professor calmly repeated herself. “I know he is a bit… troubled— but I think having a positive influence like you in his life will change him for the better.”
You glanced over at the brunette from across the classroom. No way your grade was in jeopardy because of that moron. You let out a sigh before bringing your attention back to your professor.
“I will try my best.” You reply with a faint smile.
Your professor beamed with joy over your compassion, little did you know that you were the only student that was willing to assist Matt with his issues.
She handed you a thick stack of papers that were filled with the requirements for the project. You glanced over them as you slowly made your way back to your seat, Matt of course being right behind you.
“What’s that? Extra credit?” Matt asked, raising a brow.
“I wish.” You huffed out, turning around to face him, “It’s a project that you and I have to work on… together.”
“Says who?” Matt laughed.
“Says my grade! You’re not gonna fuck this up for me.” You snapped back.
“Alright, whatever, y/n.” He replied, throwing up his hands in defense. “What’s it even about?”
“I don’t know, I haven’t looked over it yet.” You reply, glancing back down to the stapled sheets of paper.
“When is it due?” Matt asked, taking advantage of the dramatic height difference the elevated seating gave him as he shamelessly looking down your shirt. He wasn’t able to see much because of how tightly you buttoned your top and blazer but just the mere thought of your tits pressing up against your clothes had blood rushing down to his dick.
“Friday.” You reply, looking up into his eyes. “What are you doing later?”
“Why? Finally coming to your senses?” He teased, you rolled your eyes.
“To work on the project, dumbass.” You scoffed, quickly shutting down his advances.
“Mhm.” Matt hummed, resting his chin in his hand as he peered down at you— loving the way your round eyes gazed up at him. “But to answer your question, no. I was gonna head back to my dorm after this.”
“Okay.” You continued, “I have other places be soon but I can meet you somewhere later… say 2:00?”
“Why not your dorm?” Matt grinned, causing yet another eye roll from you.
“My roommate doesn’t like people over.” You reply, “Plus you do weird shit. I don’t want you knowing which dorm I stay in.”
Matt’s tongue clicked against his teeth, making a tsk sound before he replied, “What about my dorm then?”
You took a moment to process what he said. At least this way he wouldn’t know which dorm you stayed in, but on the other hand you would be subjected to the living quarters of the biggest pervert you know.
But your grade was in jeopardy. You couldn’t let this mindless dimwit be the cause of that.
“Fine.” You say getting up from your seat. Matt watched as you put your supplies into your tote, “No weird shit, though.”
“Yes ma’am.” Matt joked.
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Your heels clicked against the polished floor. Your eyes constantly flickering and scanning ever corner in the empty hallway. It had been your first time not only seeing but physically being in the men’s dorms.
Your tote bag hung from your shoulder, swaying against your hips with each timid step you took. You hugged your white binder close to your chest, anxiously digging your nails into the edges.
Many thoughts circled through your mind— thoughts that had taken a sharp left turn that you’d never admit aloud.
Half of you had hoped that Matt’s little “troubled bad boy” act was just a facade in hopes to getting some attention. But the other half of you had hoped for the opposite.
You couldn’t help but imagine what his stubble would feel like as it brushed against your inner thighs as he went down on you. You wondered if he was skilled with his tongue, hoping for the best.
You also fantasized about how it would feel for his large, rough hands wrapped around your throat or squeezing your waist. For his soft lips pressing hungry kisses into your skin, leaving marks in only places the two of you could see.
Your stomach fluttered getting lost in your lustful thoughts. What was the probability of all that happened?
Slim to none. You thought to yourself. Besides you weren’t meeting him at his dorm for sex. You both had a project to get done and meeting him here just so happened to be the best location.
“Nothing more, nothing less.” You whispered aloud, trying to convince your own mind of the fact. But your body was a dead give away, it yearned for Matt’s touch.
A shaky sigh fell past your lips, as you stopped dead in your tracks. There you were, standing face to face in front of Matt’s dorm— room 444.
You hesitated at first, wondering if you were making some sort of mistake by coming here, but eventually decided to lightly tap on the wooden door twice.
Your heart raced as you heard his footsteps quickly approach the door, being met by the brunette when he swiftly swung it open.
Your eyes scanned him; his hair a bit of a tangled mess, his popped collar on his grey button up, his leather belt wrapped around his waist, all topped off with black forces.
“Hey.” Matt spoke, his voice low and raspy. The vibrations in his voice sent shivers down your spine, nearly making your legs go weak— it was definitely going to be a tough project to focus on.
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The two of you were sitting on his bed, your binder spread open and various documents scattered across his dark bed sheets. You sat with your legs tightly crossed, nonverbally sending a message to Matt’s perverted eyes. But that didn’t stop him from stealing a few glances.
In fact, your actions only excited him even more— this way he was able to take advantage of his very vivid imagination.
Matt let out a thrawt sigh, quickly becoming overstimulated as he listened to you ramble on and on about the project. The last 30 minutes seemed to drag on for ages and it was purely torture for him.
“Y/n, y/n. Please, no more.” The brunette groaned as he threw his head back towards the headboard, his adam’s apple protruding out as he spoke.
Your brows knitted together, rolling your eyes at his carelessness.
“Whatever, I’ll just end up doing it myself.” You tsk, stacking the documents back together neatly and placing them into the silver hooks in your binder.
Matt’s head shot back up, watching you quickly pack up your belongings. You swung your tote over your shoulder and leapt down from his bed.
“Wait.” He finally spoke as if you could read his mind that begged you not to leave. His palm wrapped around your forearm, gently holding you in place.
“You clearly don’t want to help me, so—“ You began to say before he cut you off.
“No, it’s not like that. I just—“ Matt interrupted, only to trail off the last few words when his eyes met your cold stare that saw right through his bullshit excuse. “—well, yeah…”
“My point exactly.” You reply. “So I might as well just leave.”
“I still want you to stay.” Matt spoke, nearly inaudible. You had never seen him such a state before; almost desperate. Surely your presence wasn’t that important to him. Or was it?
“To do what?” You say, turning back around so that your body faced his.
His hand dropped from your arm, bring his hand up to sheepishly comb through his locks, “To get to know you.”
“To get to know me?” You repeated with a sly grin, a hint of flirtation laced in your voice.
“Yeah, why not?” Matt shrugged. “You can ask me shit too, I don’t care. I just want you here with me.”
You contemplated in your head whether it was best to leave or stay.
On one hand you’d get to explore this new side of Matt you had never seen before. But, on the other hand you would be exposing yourself to the biggest pervert on campus. Talk about reputation.
“Come on, please.” Matt fake pouted as he tapped his hand onto the bed, gesturing for you to come sit next to him.
Your legs moved on their own as if they were meant to follow every command that rolled off his tongue.
His lips curled up into a pleases smirk, watching you give into his request. You huffed, dropping your tote down to the floor and climbing back into his bed.
Your ass arched up as your knees sank down into the plush mattress when you climbed over his lap. You could feel his eyes piercing your skin, but at this point it would be strange if he hadn’t stared.
“Why do you do that?” You say, plopping down next to him, your back pressed into his white walls.
“Do what?” Matt replied, snapping out of his thoughts.
“Stare.” You mumbled. “Don’t act like I haven’t caught you looking at my ass. Boobs too.”
All he could do is smile and throw his hands up in defense, “I mean, what can I say? I’m just a man after all.”
“Mhm.” You hummed, rolling your eyes at his redundant answer.
“That’s like asking you why do you eat.” He rambled. “You’re hot, so why wouldn’t stare? I just can’t help myself.”
You pressed your thighs together, beaming at the compliment hidden in his lewd choice of words.
“Besides, I can’t get in any trouble if I just look.” He continued.
“So… you can look but not touch? That’s the thing you got going on for me?” You reply.
“Precisely.” He smirked, you could’ve sworn you saw his eyes flicker down to your breast before having the audacity to look back into your eyes. But this time you didn’t feel offended, if anything you were flattered.
A tingling sensation surged all through out your body, immediately traveling down below. A pool a heat bubbled between your legs as a faint pulse began to ache from your core.
“You know what that sounds like?” You smirked.
“What?” He asked.
“A pervert.” You teased, nudging his arm with yours.
Matt laughed off your little joke at first and paused a bit before finally asking, “Does it make you feel uncomfortable?”
You looked down at your hands, your ears growing hot with embarrassment as you fidgeting around with the sleeves of your blazer.
“Not always.” You muttered, bringing your eyes back up to his. Matt’s eyes were now hungry and full of desire; it took every fiber in his being to not pounce on you right then.
It wasn’t everyday where he had the girl he had obsessed over right in arm’s reach.
“What about now?” Matt mumbled.
“Touch me and find out.” You reply, inching closer towards him.
His face twisted in confusion, completely taken away at your sudden change of heart. He had grown accustomed to you turning down all of his sexual advances and here you were sitting up in his bed asking him to touch you. It was truly a dream come true for Matt; and he was going to be sure to savor this moment for the rest of his life.
He hesitated in the beginning, not sure if this was just one of your tricks. But he finally gave into the burning urge that welled inside him.
Your breath hitched feeling his finger tips gently brush against your thighs, slowly adding pressure as he palmed your plush skin through your high thighs.
You kept your eyes on his curious hand; slowly inching closer towards the hem of your skirt. His thumb traces soft circles into your flesh as he gaze you a slight squeeze.
His eyes flickered up to yours, “Are you okay?”
“Yeah.” You mumbled.
Matt scooted closer towards you as if there were some magnetic pull between the two of you. His cologne filling up your nose as he positioned his head between your neck and shoulder, pressing warm kisses along the sensitive bits.
“Matt.. oh, God.” You whined, as he sank his teeth down into your flesh. One of his hands wrapped around your waist, dragging you closer towards him as the other snaked its way under your skirt.
Your breaths became heavy and uneven, taking in the way his mouth sucked on the nape of your neck; surely leaving an embarrassing mark to hide later.
But you didn’t care. All you could think about was Matt and the way he was touching you. Along with the many other things you craved that only he could provide.
A broken moan fell past your lips as you felt the pads of his fingers slowly circle your clit through your panties. Gently caressing you down to your entrance, the fabric already damp with your juices; you could feel Matt smirking against your skin with a breathy laugh before bringing his head back up to look into your eyes.
“Still okay?” He asked.
“Yes.” You reply in a husky breath. “Keep touching me.” You continued, cupping your delicate hands around his rough stubble.
You pulled him towards your lips, drawing him into a heated, desperate kiss. His lips made love to yours as if you were the only source of water left on the planet.
You yelped as Matt’s gripped both of your hips and pulled you up onto his lap, still keeping the kiss intact. He took the opportunity to slither his tongue past your lips, intertwining his with yours.
His tongue quickly dominated yours, allowing him to explore each part of your mouth. You whined into his mouth, feeling the bulge in his slacks pressed against your ass.
The two of your lips continued smacking together, as your curious hands traveled from his cheeks down to his collaring. Your fingers toying with the buttons, quickly unfastening them to rip him out of clothing.
He leaned in towards you, helping you remove the sleeves before tossing it onto the floor near your tote. You pulled away from his lips, a thin trail of your saliva mixed together connected to your lips.
Your eyes quickly averted down to his sleeve tattoos, your curious hand grazing over the ink of the various markings he had.
Your heart raced with excitement, how many other things had you not known about Matt?
“I thought tattoos were against school policy.” You muttered, looking up at him through your lashes.
“Can’t clock what they don’t see.” He smirked. “Scary, huh?”
“Shut up.” You whispered, a flustered expression written all over your face.
“It’s okay to be scared, princess.” Matt replied, bringing his hands down to your ass.
Your heart fluttered at the nickname he gave you, desperately waiting for the next time he’d say it.
“I’m not scared.” You reply, putting emphasis on the word.
“Oh yeah?” Matt teased. “Even when I do this?” His fingers sliding down to your stomach, unhooking the silver buttons to your blazer. You watched him slowly peel off your clothing, tossing it away.
“No.” You whispered, your breaths getting heavier by the second.
“You sure? I can feel you trembling.” Matt laughed, only to get playfully punched in the arm again. “Sorry, sorry.”
You let out a sigh, feeling his fingers loop underneath the buttons of your top, slowly stripping you down to your matching white bra. You wrapped your hands around your back, unhooking your bra; revealing your breasts to him.
Matt could hardly wait— already attacking your chest with kisses before your bra even hit the floor.
“Shit—“ You gasped, feeling his hands roam all over your body. He took one of your tits into his mouth, his tongue flicking and swirling around the sensitive bud, sending shivers down your spine.
Your shuddered in his arms as you combed your fingers through his soft hair, giving the strands an occasional tug every now and then. Which caused him to grunt against your skin.
Your body curled in towards him as he switched his attention to your other breast, giving it the same amount of love. Your hips rocked into his, attempting to get even the smallest bit of friction against your core.
After a few moments, Matt finally unlatched from you and looked up at you with eyes full of desire.
Your eyes flickered down to the growing tent in his pants. Your hand instinctively palming him through the soft fabric. He winced feeling your fingertips brush against his length, little had you known how much he yearned for the very moment.
Your fingers slid up to the zipper of his pants, slowly pulling it down. Matt’s hips lifted up from the mattress, assisting you to set his aching member free.
His fingers slipped past the elastic waistband of his briefs, eagerly pulling them down past his waist. Your eyes widened as you watched his cock spring out, slapping against his stomach.
The tip of his dick flushed a rosy pink hue that matched his flustered cheeks. A bit of precum oozing out from the tip and slowly trickling down one of his thick, prominent veins. His member twitched with excitement, as he watched your flustered reaction.
Before you could form a sentence his lips were back on yours, another eager and intoxicating kiss that set your body a blaze. His hands slithered up your skirt once more, grabbing the waistband of your panties and pulling them down past your knees.
You helped him get them completely off by lifting up one of yours from the bed— unaware that he had them hidden just behind his pillow for another time.
You sat back down his lap, only this time there weren’t anymore barriers between both of your most sensitive parts.
He tilted his head in the opposite direction, deepening the kiss as he lifted you up by your ass, hovering you just above the tip of his dick.
Your arms draped around his shoulders as he lined himself with your entrance. A series of whimpered spewed out from you and Matt caught each one, still keeping the kiss in tact as you swallowed his dick whole.
“Matt—“ You sighed, feeling his balls press up against your ass you sat down completely on his lap. You hugged him closely, pressing your bare chest against his, hiding your flustered face in the crook of his neck. “—so big.”
“Yeah? Can’t wait to stretch this pussy out, princess.” Matt huffed out, grabbing a handful of your ass. He pressed various kisses along your shoulders, slurring his speech a bit as he continued, “You feel like a dream.”
You kept your face hidden but the sounds of your sweet cries were enough for Matt; being buried inside your cunt after all this time was just enough for him. He slowly began bucking his hips up into you, the sound of your arousal was music to his ears as your squelched with each thrust.
“Gonna fuck this pussy so good, baby.” Matt muttered, kissing your cervix with each move he made.
“Oh, God.” You whined in his ear, your nails digging into his back. “Just like that.”
Your warm, velvety walls hugged around his dick in all the right ways. Your pussy acted as a suction cup as if it were tailored just for him to suck the life out of his body.
He could spend hours— days even— inside you if you’d let him. But knowing you, you’d probably like to pretend all this never happened.
He wasn’t ready to snap back into reality just yet. Matt knew he had to take his time and savor this moment.
The bed creaked as Matt changed positions, gently pressing you down into the mattress as he hovered on top of you. His palms flattened against the back of your thighs, pushing your legs closing towards your chest.
Your tits squeezed together, bouncing each time his harsh thrusts met your hips.
“Fuck, baby. Squeezing around me so good.” He groaned. “Needed your pussy so bad.”
“Matt!” You screamed, knowing for a fact the other people in the dorms would hear.
Matt only continued shoving his dick further inside you as he pushed your legs back as far as they’d go.
Your legs trembled in his hands as his hips began to stutter. Your hands wrapped around your thighs, your fingers on top of his as you screwed your eyes shut.
Your clit ached and your walls tightened around his cock— you were so close.
“Cumming!” You wailed, throwing your head back in pleasure.
“Do it. Cum for me, sweetheart.” Matt groaned, his finger tips digging into your thighs as he crashed his pelvis into you.
Your moans got louder and higher as you quickly approached your orgasm, soon releasing your juices all over him. Leaving his dick soaked with your arousal.
“Such a good girl, shit—“ Matt choked out, as he fucked you through your orgasm, using your cum as an extra lubricant. “Where do you want—“
“Inside!” You begged, before he could even form the sentence. “Please, Matt.”
His dick throbbed against your walls as he picked up the speed of his hips. Grunts spewing out from the brunette’s lips as he kept feeding you with lewd praises.
It wasn’t long before a loud, “Fuck!” came out of him as he splurged all of his cum deep inside you; filling you to the brim.
“Oh my God.” You sighed in attempt to catching your breath. Your eyes fluttered open, watching him slowly drag his dick out from you.
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The Night Is Dark Enough We're Only Seeing Stars  | (joel miller x fem!reader) (18+)
Part 2 of Meet Me in the Back
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pairing: sleazy gas station clerk!joel miller x fem!reader summary: You can’t resist another visit to Joel in all his pervy glory.  warnings/tags:  [18+ MINORS DNI] age gap (no specifics), daddy!kink, breeding!kink, size!kink, fingering, brief oral (m receiving), unprotected piv (back on my bullshit u kno), creampie, smoking (reader and joel), mild tummy bulge kink, casual shoplifting, Joel still using cringey dirty talk but he’s still old and creepy so it’s still hot word count: ~4.7K | ao3 a/n: plot is hella thin here, I really just wanted to write this old creepy fucker again, and I know all y’all wanted more of him too ❤️❤️ Series Masterlist | Masterlist
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Your friend has her head thrown back in laughter as she pushes you through the familiar glass doors of the convenience store. 
“There is no fucking way he said that!”
You spin around to face her, walking backwards once you both clear the doorway. “He did, Mandy. And what makes it worse is I didn’t even fucking kick him out after. I just went with it.” 
Your friend leads you down the candy aisle, a disgustingly amused expression on her face. “After calling your pussy an ‘angry beaver’? Bitch, you’ve cracked. No more weird fucking hookups, we need to find you an actual fucking boyfriend.”
He’s here. Of course, he’s here. And when you hazard a peek up to the front counter, there he sits. On his filthy old man perch. A Sports Illustrated drooping between his thighs this time. He’s already sneaking a look at you when you sneak yours, and your eyes meet for barely half a second before they dart back to Mandy browsing the wares. 
Even with only observing a flash of his face, you could tell he was smirking. Staring. 
If only Mandy knew how truly fucked up your hookups have been. One in particular. You hadn’t deigned to inform her of your back room romp with the embarrassingly well-hung specimen behind the counter, and you intend to keep it that way. 
That was the lowest of the low for you. Bending over for the elderly should be considered charity work. You’re a goddamn philanthropist. You should’ve received more than just booze and cigarettes. 
“Gummy worms or Sour Patch Watermelons?”
You shake yourself out of your stupor, seeing Mandy bent over at the waist to view her options. 
A single cursory glance back proves just what you assumed—Joel is eyeing her ass hungrily as her short dress teases up the globes of her ass. You shift your body, obstructing his field of view as you chirp up, “Both.”
“Hell yeah,” Mandy says approvingly, grabbing the two packages. She straightens up and heads back to the refrigerators. “You want a Dr Pepper?” She throws over her shoulder. 
“Yes, please,” You affirm, cheating your own look back over your shoulder where Joel’s eyes are back on you—or, rather, your ass in your denim cutoffs. “Hey, I’ll meet you back up front?”
“You got it,” She waves off, and you lose sight of her as she rounds the aisle. 
You stalk up to the counter, where Joel sits positively shameless, eyes raking over you before meeting your eyes. “Well, howdy,” He rumbles, dropping his magazine onto the counter. 
You lean in slightly and say in a snippy whisper, “Stop fucking staring.”
Joel smacks his lips silently and snatches back up his magazine, burying his nose in it exaggeratedly and glancing up at you over the top of it. He gives you a look as if to say “Better?”
You roll your eyes and catch Mandy approaching the counter out of the corner of your vision. 
“How are the articles?” Mandy stifles a laugh as she drops her haul onto the counter and nods at the magazine. 
“Downright enlightenin’, darlin’,” He drawls, slumping the magazine onto the counter again and scanning the first item. 
Mandy rests an arm on your shoulder, leaning against you slightly. “Keep your eyes to yourself, you fucking creep,” Mandy says, no doubt catching the way Joel’s eyes keep flicking from the counter to both of your chests. “It’s not a fucking peep show.”
Joel peaks his eyebrows in a quick motion and cricks his neck to the side with a barely concealed grin. “‘Course it’s not. Sorry, darlin’.”
Your cheeks burn as your fingers tap impatiently at the counter. 
“$11.32,” He recites, chewing on the inside of his cheek as his eyes meet yours again. “‘Less you got somethin’ else for me?”
“Ew, fuck off you geriatric horndog!” Mandy spits out, jamming her card into the machine and snatching it out as soon as it starts beeping. “We don’t need a bag,” She lashes, gathering your snacks in her arms and heading right out the door. 
“Come back anytime,” Joel invites again, same as last time, taking up his “reading material” once again. 
You toss him a disgusted look. “Fuck off.”
Just to spite him, you snatch up a BIC lighter from the display at the register, wave it in his face tauntingly, and storm out the door with it. He doesn’t even blink. 
“Fucking tiny dick skeeze,” Mandy mutters as you clamber into her car and she speeds off. 
You keep your mouth shut. 
Mandy leaves your place around 2 AM after a single text from her current fuck buddy. You feel pathetic, lying on your couch alone. 
And you feel horny from Joel’s eyes on you earlier. 
You can’t shake that night, and you’ve fucking tried. You have never in your fucking life had dick that had you down for the count the way his had. 
And you fucking hate that he was right about being the best dick you’ll ever have. You know you said it about your own pussy too, but that had just been talk. Your pussy is fucking fantastic, but holy shit, his cock. That’s a cock women would go to battle over. That’s the cock that would’ve kickstarted the Trojan War in an alternate universe. The fact that it’s Joel who the dick is attached to is…unfortunate. But you don’t know, it actually kind of works for you. The taboo, the filth, the cringey dirty talk. It all culminates into the kind of fuck nasty sex that a lot of women would kill for. It’s almost a shame to only experience it once. 
A damn…damn shame. 
You’re out the door in twenty more minutes. 
You tilt your head back against the brick of the building as you take a drag off one of your Joel cigarettes, lit with your newly procured BIC. 
It doesn’t take long for him to notice. 
The door chimes, and Joel is leaning back onto the wall next to you, his hands buried in the pockets of his bootcut jeans. Similar wife-beater from that night under a different patterned button-up. Cross still dangling from his neck. 
“Bum a cig?”
You size him up with a nose scrunched in distaste. “Get your own.”
“Bit more expensive for me considerin’ I don’t fuck for my smokes. I buy ‘em with my hard-earned cash.”
“Bully for you,” You mutter, taking another drag. 
Joel rolls onto his side against the wall, a palm up in the air. “I gave you the damn things. ‘Least you can do is spare one.”
You glance down at his hand and sigh. You tug the carton from your back pocket and drop one into his palm. 
“Thank ya kindly,” He offers, bringing the stick to his lips. “Gimme a light with your stolen merchandise?”
You ignore the comment with an eye roll, but hold up the lighter. He ignites the tip and inhales with a gracious nod. As he exhales, his eyes roam your body. 
“Wouldn’t mind dippin’ my cigarette back into that toasty little fire between your legs.”
You snort, bringing your own cig back to your lips. “In your dreams.”
Joel shrugs. “I’d say it’s more likely to be in yours. I sure as hell wasn’t the one quiverin’ in a sundress on the stockroom floor after I got a good dickin’.”
“Yeah right. I barely remember that so-called good dickin’,” You play off, poorly imitating his accent with air quotes. 
“Then what’re you doin’ here so late, little miss?”
“Needed some air.”
“Ain’t got air outside your place?”
“Needed gas.”
“Ain’t that your little car in that parking spot over there?” Joel nods toward you little Honda civic a couple stalls over in front of the building. 
“How do you know which one my car is?” You ask, despite it being entirely plausible that he’s seen you driving up before. 
“It’s the only goddamn one in the lot, darlin’.”
You roll your eyes again. 
“Besides. Watched you leave last time.”
“Creep.”
“Whore.”
You glare at him, rolling off the wall and stubbing your light out in the ashtray on the trash receptacle. “You know what, I don’t need this. This little tussle with you. I’m out.”
As you turn to go, his hand clamps onto your shoulder and shoves your back against the wall. “Not so fast,” Joel coos, invading your space with his cigarette still smoldering between his fingers. “I ain’t even got a taste yet.”
You shrink back against the wall, your eyes roving for anybody passing by. Whether for help, or checking for prying eyes, you’re not entirely sure. 
Then Joel’s lips are at your ear, his hand on your hip, the other against the wall at your head, cigarette between his knuckles. “Just one more taste, sweetheart. I know you been cravin’ it too.”
You shudder as his tongue pokes out, traces the shell of your ear. “I haven’t been craving shit,” You insist, your words contrasting the lack of resoluteness in your voice. 
“Then why your legs already tremblin’, sweetheart?”
“Cold,” You whisper, your eyes drifting shut as his chapstick-smothered lips mouth at your neck. 
“Plenty warm inside,” He smirks against your skin, the hand at your hip skating down your shorts to your crotch. “‘N I’d like to get somewhere a little warmer too, ‘f you catch my drift.”
You swallow, your resolve crumbling rapidly as his fingers rub right over your pussy through the layer of denim. “I…”
“Come join me in the back again, sweetheart. I can feel your kitty purrin’, even though your clothes.”
“Fuck,” You spit out, shoving off the wall and shoulder checking him as you head to the door. You hear his chuckle behind you as he hangs back a moment to stub out his smoke and then catches the door before it shuts. You hear the lock bolt on your way to the back room, and then he’s at your back, gripping your hips and pulling you against his bulging erection as you scurry into the room. 
Then his lips are on your neck, his hands groping your tits, his knee between your legs. 
“Such a slutty little thing. Don’t take hardly no convincin’ to give it up again,” Joel slobbers down your collarbone, shoving your v-neck down under your tits to suckle them. 
“Fuck you,” You sigh, unable to keep the heated desire out of your voice as you grind down on his thigh and clutch your fingers into his hair. 
“Yeah, you missed Daddy Joel’s big fuckin’ cock, didn’t ya? Can’t stop thinkin’ about it tearin’ up that little gash between your legs,” He grunts, rutting his thigh against your pussy as you fuck down onto it. 
“Please,” You whine, your fingers stumbling over the button of your shorts and shimmying them off your legs. “Just fuck me.”
“Oh, she wants it bad this time, huh? Makin’ puddles on my goddamn floor.” Joel grips you by your hair at the scalp and cranes your head up to look at him, at the primal, animalistic darkness in his eyes. “Whaddya wanna get fucked with, darlin’?”
“Y-your cock,” You stutter out, hands reaching out to unbutton his jeans. But they freeze when he yanks back on your hair again, face snarling into yours. 
“Whose cock? Tell me whose cock.”
“Y-your—”
“Nu-uh. Whose cock? Say it.”
You scour your brain, and there’s only one thing you think he’d want to hear. And, god, you don’t want to say it. But, fuck, him making you say it…it makes your pussy leak down your thighs. 
“D-d-daddy Joel’s cock.”
His eyes fall closed as he inhales deeply, only reopening them once he’s expelled the breath. “That’s right, little bitch. Gonna get fucked stupid on Daddy Joel’s cock, aren’t ya?”
You whimper, grabbing for the button in his pants again. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Mmm,” He rumbles from his chest at the word, his forehead falling against the door by your head as he lets you undo his jeans. “Gonna have you screamin’ and creamin’ on it again, just like last time.”
“Fucking shit,” You breathe out as you attempt to wrap your hand around his huge length. “How are you so fucking big?”
“Good lord blessed me real nice,” He croons in your ear as his fingers brush teasingly over your pussy lips. “First when I was born, then when those perfect little tits waltzed into my store.”
“Such a charmer,” You mutter, focusing on the feel of his rough fingers on your sensitive skin between your thighs. 
“Noticed you learned your lesson about your panties from last time, didn’t ya?” Joel says, slipping his middle finger into your folds and teasing your clit. 
“I’m a quick study,” You remark, tilting the head of his cock toward your opening. 
Joel’s forehead presses against your temple as his hips twitch forward. “Where’s that damn condom of yours?”
Your senses flood back to you all at once as you realize how close the bare head of his cock is to your pussy. And after you give yourself a moment to breathe, you think—just maybe—not all your sense has returned. “Shit, I guess I’m fresh out.”
Joel retracts, searching your eyes for…something. And when he doesn’t find it, a Cheshire grin spreads across his face. “Goddamn. Nasty girl.”
“Shut up,” You mumble, hitching your leg over his hip and angling his cock right where you want it. “Just fuck me.”
“So goddamn impatient tonight. Can’t fuckin’ wait for this cock. So desperate you’re lettin’ a man you hardly know rawdog this little cunt, huh? Well I got it right here for ya.”
Joel’s hand grips your hair, holding your head up so your eyes peer directly into his. You whimper as your scalp prickles in pain and your cunt clenches in anticipation. 
“You look right at me, darlin’. Right at fuckin’ me when I split this pussy open.”
You nod frantically, your eyes never leaving his. And god, his face really is fucking beautiful. The lines in his skin, the angles of his jawbone, the curvature of his nose. The plumpness of his bottom lip falling ajar when the head of his cock slides through your slick pussy lips. You have the sudden urge to bite it. But your eyes shift back to his own right as he presses against your entrance. 
Your hands fly to the back of his neck, your nails digging into the skin there as the thick head pushes past the opening of your cunt. Your mouth drops open, your eyelids fluttering as you struggle to keep eye contact with Joel through the painful pleasure. “Oh fuckshitjesuschrist,” you blabber, your cunt squeezing around the intrusion. 
“Yeah, you feel that cock stretchin’ you open? You remember this dick now? Still ‘barely remember’ Daddy Joel wreckin’ this pussy?” He says snidely, emphasizing by shoving another inch inside you. 
“Please just shut up and fuck me,” You beg, the heel of your foot fighting for a proper hold at his lower back until Joel’s hand grips under your knee to facilitate your spread. 
Joel groans as the shift has him sliding deeper inside your tight opening. “Love you wide open like this, darlin’. Nowhere for that little hole to hide from this fat cock Daddy Joel’s givin’ ya, huh?”
You knock your head back against the door as Joel breaks you open in short bursts, reaching the end of you with a deep grunt against your collarbone. You breath through the oversized intrusion, the stinging stretch of your pussy sending sparks of pleasure up your spine. You’re much more prepared to take him this time—not so much physically, but mentally—and that is doing fucking wonders for you. 
“Fuck, that’s still such a tight little snatch, sweetheart,” He groans, snapping his hips up into you as you gasp. His tip rams into your cervix, making your stomach seize and your pussy constrict around him. Your fingers tear at the collar of his loose button up, and he follows your lead, ripping it off his shoulders and chucking it to the ground. His biceps flex as he grips you again, squeezing your thigh hitched onto his hip and pressing a hand to the front column of your neck. He strokes the skin there with his thumb, not choking, but a heavy reminder that it’s him who is in this grimy room with you. Him who is fucking you breathless. Him who has you by the throat, physically and metaphorically. 
He’s the reason you came back. 
Joel’s grunting thrusts have you going lightheaded even without the assistance of his hand on your neck. On one particularly brutal thrust, he subsequently pulls out of you until you’re completely, achingly empty again. You whimper as you clench around the nothingness left behind by his girth, and tip your head down to watch him, his voracious eyes, as he cups your pussy with his hand and pushes three fingers inside you with no additional stretch. You moan as he pistons his fingers inside you, leaning out to see you swallow them whole. 
“Please put it back,” You beg, thrusting your hips down onto his hand to try and feel that all-consuming stretch that only his cock has ever given you. 
He chuckles darkly, crooking his fingers and finding exactly what he was looking for with minimal effort, making you buck your hips in desperation. “Yeah? You want this big cock back inside you?”
“Yes, need it now, fuck,” You groan, despite the spike of pleasure his fingers are fucking into you. “Need you to fill me.”
Joel grits his teeth with a filthy snarl. “Can’t stand how fuckin’ empty you feel without me, huh? Eatin’ up three of my fingers and it ain’t enough.”
“It’s not, please,” You whine, and that has Joel humming a satisfied growl. 
“Yeah, fuckin’ beg for it. Daddy likes that. Beg daddy for his cock.”
“Fuck, please give me your cock.”
“Please who?”
“Please, daddy,” You moan with as much desperation as you can muster, hands pawing at his hips and jerking them closer to you by his slumping belt loops. 
“Come for me first,” He instructs, his fingers still working your g spot and adding two fingers to circle your clit in tandem. 
“Fuck,” You moan, not able to argue the heat building inside you as he tears you apart with his fingers. 
“Come on, come for daddy. Spit that pussy juice all over my fuckin’ fingers. Show me how much you want it.”
“I want it, I promise!”
“Then fuckin’ show me. Horny little fuckin’ bitch. Can feel you squeezin’ these fingers. Give it to me.”
Your teeth pierce into your bottom lip as your hips grind against his fingers until you cry out, feeling your body go rigid with pleasure as your orgasm washes over you. He fucks you through it with his own lustful commentary of crude compliments, spewing filth about how your body takes whatever it gets and how sexy you are when you come for him. 
Before you have time to fully recover, he’s withdrawing his soaked fingers and sliding his full length inside of you once more, your pussy still pulsing with your release. 
“Fuck, chokin’ my goddamn cock, sweetheart. Yeah, give this juicy pussy to your daddy,” He rasps, setting a punishing pace inside you as you come down from your high. 
“It’s s-so fucking much,” You stutter out, your arms landing around his neck and nails indenting at the base of it. 
“Yeah, and your naughty fuckin’ clam is clutchin’ it like a pearl, ain’t it?” He snarls, burying a hand into your hair and using the leverage to help pull himself into your body. “Or, I’m sorry, would you prefer I call it your angry beaver?”
Your breath catches in your throat at his little taunt, the proof that he was eavesdropping on your conversation with Mandy about another hookup. “Shut the fuck up.”
“Awww, don’t like it when I say it?” He teases, nipping at your neck and making you squeal. 
“The shit you say is—fuck—already rancid enough.”
He laughs eerily soft in your ear and forces another yelp out of you with a particularly harsh thrust. “You like how I talk to you, I can fuckin’ tell. Gets you the fuck off.”
He pulls out suddenly and wheels you around, tugging you with him as he crashes heavily onto a box, the cardboard caving slightly under his weight. He shuffles his pants further down his thighs. “Come sit on daddy’s cock now.”
You amble over, eyeing the sagging box and anticipating whether it’s going to collapse entirely with your added weight. 
“‘S fuckin’ industrial size toilet paper. Believe me, it’ll go through much worse,” He quips when he notices your hesitance, knocking the side of the box with his fist. “Come on, plenty tall enough to ride this ride, sweetheart,” He jokes, patting a hand on his thigh and pulling on his cock in invitation. 
Watching his hand wrapped around his length, stroking it so gratuitously and showcasing how much of a fucking monster he has between his legs, has your brain in overdrive wondering how the fuck you fit that thing inside you. How the fuck you can just sit down on it without it prodding at your stomach. 
Maybe it does, your mind provides. Maybe you’ve just never noticed. 
Your pussy clenches and you swallow. Then you step forward. 
Joel grabs your hand with his free one and helps you stumble onto the box, straddling his thick thighs until you feel his tip teasing at your hole. 
“Gotta hurry it up, darlin’. Can’t be closed forever. Go on and stuff up that little cunt.”
“Sorry, fuck, you’re just…”
“Already stretched ya out, darlin’. Just gonna be a little deeper like this. Wanna be all the way up in those fuckin’ guts of yours,” He grunts as you ease down on him from above. 
Your head lulls back as you sink down on him with a moan, chickening out about halfway down his shaft and keeping your bounces shallow as you open around him. 
Joel lets you acclimate for a few moments, mouth dropped open in a sly smile as you pleasure yourself on him. 
“Don’t be shy on me now, dirty girl,” Joel purrs, curling his arms under your arms and over your shoulders and yanking you all the way down his cock until your ass smacks against his thighs. You shriek embarrassingly loud, your eyes blowing open and your throat tingling from the shredding noise. “There we fuckin’ go. Take the whole fuckin’ thing, little bitch,” He growls through gritted teeth, fucking his hips up into you as he holds you all the way down. 
Stars spark in your blurry vision as he pounds into your cervix, your thighs shuddering under you and your lungs devoid of air as you bear the onslaught. 
“You feel this cock ticklin’ that fuckin’ tummy of yours? Feel where I’m gonna squirt all my fuckin’ seed inside you?” 
Your eyes threaten to roll back into your head, and shame burns through your cheeks that it’s not from annoyance, but arousal. 
“Y-yeah, I f-f-feel it,” You force out, digging your nails into Joel’s bulging shoulders, raking down to his meaty arms. 
“That make your little snatch quiver, huh? Daddy Joel bein’ so fuckin’ deep? Shootin’ his babies right into that whore womb? Makin’ your tummy bulge with a little brat like my cock is right now?”
“Fuck,” You squeak out, lifting your weight enough to drop back onto him, silently asking that he loosen his hold on you. He picks up your cue, slipping his hands from your shoulders and onto your waist as you begin to slam onto his cock with the assistance of him pulling down on your hips, meeting his upward thrusts with a slew of guttural moans with each brutal impact. 
“Yeah, tear yourself apart on this fuckin’ cock for me. Milk those fuckin’ babies outta me,” He grunts, his grip bruising on your skin as you plunge down on him. 
Your hand plummets between your aching thighs and scrubs at your clit frantically, tipping you over what had already been building for several minutes, and shouting out your second orgasm as your pussy flutters around his massive length. 
“Oh shit, darlin’, here it fuckin’ comes,” He groans out, cramming you down onto his cock and holding you hostage as he bursts inside you, rope after rope of his hot seed spilling against your walls and claiming you as his little breeding toy. 
“Oh my god,” You pant out, your forehead colliding with his sweaty shoulder as you grind in his lap, letting him feel the slide of his own come intermingled with yours inside you. 
He groans at the stimulation, but doesn’t stop your movement, just dips down and sucks a nipple into his mouth. He scrapes along it with his teeth before letting it pop back out. “Gotta be able to teach the little one how it’s done,” He mumbles against the rounded flesh of your tit, then takes the peak of it into his mouth again. 
And now that the haze is wearing off, his words have you stifling a gag in your throat. “Fuck off, I’m protected,” You mutter blearily, half-heartedly shoving at his cheek with your hand to remove him from the latch he has on your chest. 
“Didn’t feel those dumb fuckin’ tassels ticklin’ my pecker when it was poundin’ your little baby cave,” Joel states as he lathes over your untouched nipple with his tongue and envelops that one with his mouth as well. 
“Jesus, do you ever even listen to yourself talk?” You cringe, “I feel like I need to record it and play it back to you sometime, just so you know how fucking disgusting you sound.”
Joel halts and then slowly undocks from your tit with a nasty grin. “We can film anythin’ you want, darlin’.”
“Oh, fucking gross, dude. No way.”
Joel shrugs with a raised brow and that nasty grin still in place. “Suit yourself. I’m always willin’.”
“And I don’t have an IUD,” You mumble in response to his prior comment cloaked in crass verbiage, “It’s a thing in my arm. Not that it’s any of your business.”
“Good,” Joel grunts out as you push yourself up off his cock and let it fall free onto his lap, leaving you devastatingly empty in a way you struggle deeply to never want to crave again. “Those stupid fuckers are a pain in the ass for those of us that’ve been well-blessed like your daddy.”
“Not my ‘daddy’,” You mutter as you pull your shorts back on and rearrange your shirt. “And this isn’t happening ever again. This was a moment of weakness.”
“Whatever you gotta tell yourself, sweetheart,” He panders, leaning back on his arms as he watches you dress. When you’re as presentable as you’re going to be, Joel’s cock is still hanging limp on his thigh, wet and smeared with your shared juices. “Come clean up your clam’s pearly little mess, darlin’,” He purrs, looping his fingers around his cock and balls and giving himself a squeeze. 
You glance to the door and fuss your lip with your teeth. “Don’t you have to…”
“Only take a second. Come on now,” He coaxes, spreading his thighs as wide as his scrunched jeans will allow. 
You lower yourself to your knees and shuffle between his legs, tilting your head to lick a stripe up the underside of him. The sharp, bitter flavor of his spend along with your slickness lays heavy on your tongue as you swallow down your first taste. 
Joel hums his satisfaction as he holds his dick steady and upright for you to clean. You dive back in to mouth at him, sucking up the sides and flicking into his slit just to see him jerk in overstimulation. You can’t imagine what it would be like to actually take him down your throat, given how wide he feels just from wrapping your lips around the outside of him. You give him one more long, unhurried lick up the vein trailing up the underside of him before finishing with a kiss to the head. 
“Happy?”
“As your little clam,” He quips with a wink and a toothy grin as he hoists his pants up over his hips and hides that fucking glorious cock from your sight for, surely, the last time. Without a doubt. Definitely. The last time. 
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— again and again ⟢
pairing: mingyu x reader
summary: your mother calls one day, asking if you’re bringing mingyu along for chuseok this year. in your panic, you end up giving her an affirmative—never mind the fact that you and mingyu have stopped seeing each other over half a year ago.
word count: 15.7k words
tags: exes, fake dating, mutual pining, idol!gyu, vet!reader, mild angst, fluff, smut
warnings: medical jargon, mentions of shots (for pets), mentions of snake bites, graphic sexual content (minors dni!!)
notes: i wrote this with bss' 7pm on loop for two straight days. nothing like the sweet taste of yearning <3 this also wasn't extensively proofread, so if you spot a few mistakes, i implore you to ignore them EJWHJHSDF
this is part of the doting on you! series.
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smut tags: vanilla, mingyu is super whipped, praise kink, service top gyu, dirty talk, nicknames (babygirl, sweetheart, sweet thing), overstimulation, multiple rounds, unprotected sex, creampie, heads up that the filth is at the very end tho
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When you hear the telltale ring as the call connects to its intended recipient, you wonder why you even considered this idea in the first place. Not to mention, you’re getting a nasty case of phone call anxiety—one that you haven’t felt in god knows how long. Maybe it’s because of the identity of the person you’re calling that your nerves are all over the place. 
In fact, you’re not sure if he’s even going to answer. There are a million and a half reasons why famous superstar Kim Mingyu won’t be able to pick up your call. He could be shooting for a music video or some fashion magazine. He could be in the middle of an interview. Or he could be out spending time with his members like tends to these days if his recent Instagram posts are anything to go by. 
But you try anyway because your mother sounded so hopeful in the phone call you just hung up on five minutes ago (The rice wine he got for us last Christmas was splendid! He’ll bring some again for Chuseok, won’t he?), that you just didn’t have the heart to tell her the truth.
So, because you can’t take back the pretty white lies you uttered (Uh, of course he will. Gyu told me he missed everyone back at home, too. Especially Namja), you’re attempting to rope Mingyu into the charade even if the odds are against you.
The first call doesn’t go through. Neither does the second. 
By your third try, you’re about to accept the fact that you’re going to have to make some due corrections to what you told your mother until you hear a groggy, “Hello?” on the other line. 
You nearly fall off your seat at the throaty sound of Mingyu’s voice, but you’d rather not get weird looks from your receptionist, so you breathe in as deeply (and quietly) as you can before mustering a smile that he won’t even be able to see.
“Hey, Mingyu, it’s me,” you begin, a bit proud of how your voice didn’t even falter. “It’s been a while. Did I catch you at a bad time?”
He doesn’t respond for a while, and the prolonged silence makes you bite the inside of your cheek. Did the call fall through? Did he not hear what you said? But just when you’re about to repeat the words—
“Kind of,” Mingyu grumbles, and you try not to think about how sexy his morning voice sounds despite it being two in the afternoon. “We finished taping a variety show today and I figured I’d get some sleep. It’s midnight right now.”
Well that’s news to you.
“Oh. You’re not in Korea?”
“Nah. We’re in New York for some brand collaborations,” he says, and you hear some rustling in the background, followed by a yawn. “Though I doubt you’ve been keeping tabs on us.” 
Okay, he doesn’t have to call you out like that.
Sure, you still catch posts from Mingyu, as well as the other twelve members of SEVENTEEN from time to time, but…after breaking up with him (on good terms, promise!), you thought it’s best if you didn’t see too much of them anymore. The block and mute buttons are your best friends, and while you didn’t use them on the members directly, gossip outlets were your regular targets.
So to speak, it’s been a peaceful six months since your break up with Mingyu. 
Until now.
“Do you need something?” he asks, and you realize you didn’t respond to what he said last. “Whatever it is, I might not be able to help you out right away. We’re holed up here until next month.”
Well…that’s all the confirmation you needed.
“I see,” you sigh, trying not to sound too disappointed. “It’s— It’s okay.”
“So you do need something,” Mingyu points out, voice much clearer now than it was two minutes ago. Like he was more awake. “What is it?”
“Nothing you should worry about, Gyu,” you reassure before making a face, not realizing how easily the old nickname just slipped out. “I’m sorry for waking you up. You should go back to—”
The sound of him whining at the other end sends another rush of vertigo through your entire being. “Come on, I’m awake anyways right? You know how hard it is for me to fall asleep again.”
“If I’d known we weren’t in the same continent, I wouldn’t have called altogether,” you say before quaintly adding, “Shit. This counts as an international call, doesn’t it?”
There’s someone else in the room with him, you think—a quiet drawl of Mingyu-hyung, what time is it? You immediately recognize it as Seungkwan. 
“Five minutes past midnight,” Mingyu says, and Seungkwan asks another question that you aren’t able to catch. “Who am I talking to? Bookkeu and Bobpul’s worst enemy.”
“Hey!” You scowl at him. “They never even whined when you and Seungkwan brought them to me for their shots!”
“Noona? Why are you calling this guy?” Seungkwan says a bit more loudly for you to hear. “Didn’t you dump him already? Good choice, by the way.” 
This time it’s Mingyu’s turn to utter out a semi-offended, “Hey! Mind your own business, Seungkwan-ah.”
A few minutes of bickering with his dongsaeng later, you figure that Mingyu must’ve gone outside of their hotel room for some privacy. You can vaguely hear the sound of the wind blowing on his end before he heaves a deep sigh.
“Sorry about that.” He coughs awkwardly. “Anyway, if you’re not going to tell me about what you needed help with, how are you? Is the clinic doing well? Did your receptionist finally ditch her shitty boyfriend? Does that one guy with a husky still hit on you?”
You’re a little overwhelmed by the sudden influx of questions. Last you checked, you haven’t spoken to Mingyu since you greeted him on his birthday over a quick text message. But then again, your ex does have a talent for completely ignoring the time that exists in between interactions. Mingyu’s always been amicable for conversation, idol or not, boyfriend or not. 
The mere thought that he hasn’t changed at all makes your heart ache in more ways than one.
You manage a quiet laugh. “I’m fine. The clinic’s fine. Chae has a new boyfriend now. He even helps us sort out new products on the shelves sometimes.”
At the mention of her name, your receptionist whips her head in your direction, one brow raised. You shake your head with a smile, gesturing that this is nothing she should even be remotely concerned about. 
It’s just Mingyu after all.
“Okay, how about the guy who—”
“I turned him down when he asked me out for lunch last week.”
He whistles. “Ouch. And he’s been trying to get with you all this time.”
“I don’t usually date my clients, you know.”
“Yeah? I must be special then.”
Then comes the silence—so thick, you can cut through it with a knife. 
“Uh, so I have a patient coming in an hour for a castration procedure,” you tell him a bit awkwardly. “Gotta prepare everything before the owner arrives.”
Mingyu sighs, and you can almost imagine him pouting. “You’re really not gonna tell me? I can still help you with whatever you need even when I’m out here. Unless it requires me to, you know, physically be there.”
You chuckle. “That’s the thing, Gyu. You can’t help me because I need you to actually be here.”
“Oh. Why? What for?”
You inhale sharp breath through your nose, closing your eyes as your face warms with embarrassment. Chae is definitely looking at you funnily from her station now, but you tell yourself not to give it too much thought.
“Mom asked if I was bringing you with me for Chuseok,” you admit. “I haven’t been home since Christmas, so… They kind of have no idea that we aren’t together anymore.”
Mingyu falls silent for a while yet again, and you realize that your anxiousness spikes whenever he isn’t talking like there’s no tomorrow. You wonder if he’s figured out what you’re trying to insinuate and is silently berating you for the lapse in judgment. But when Mingyu bursts out laughing on the other end, you suddenly don't mind being on the receiving end of his silence after all.
“No way,” he gasps between chuckles. “You were going to ask me to pretend to be your boyfriend over the holidays, weren’t you?! One of the fans wrote a story about the exact same thing once, except it’s between me and Wonwoo-hyung. It was in English though, but Vernon translated it pretty well.”
…Kim Mingyu admitting to reading fanfiction about himself and Wonwoo aside, you groan. “What am I supposed to do? My family loves you. I’d rather not dampen the Chuseok spirit by saying their favorite son has unfortunately made his unannounced exit half a year ago.”
“So you’re willing to pretend we’re still together just to keep them happy?”
“Well, yeah. It’s not like you’re an ex I should be ashamed of, Gyu.”
“Because I’m an idol that millions are vying for?” 
You roll your eyes. “No. It’s because out of all my exes, you’re the only one that Namja actually likes. That’s pretty much the highest honor you can receive in your entire life.”
Your heart does a little flip when Mingyu barks out another light-hearted laugh. You tell yourself that you’re only reacting that way because…it has been a while since you talked to him. That, and Mingyu was always so smiley whenever you brought up your ten year-old retriever.
“Point taken,” he says. “I’d totally be down to help you out, but…yeah.”
“I knew you would be,” you reply, a sad smile ghosting your features. “That’s why I called.”
Silence settles over the line once again, but it’s, by no means, awkward. It’s more…sentimental. Like two old friends reminiscing about the good memories you shared. 
Huh. You’re friends with Mingyu…
“Anyway, thanks for catching up with me, Mingyu,” you tell him before you end up saying something you’re not supposed to. “I’ll get going now. Good night.”
“Hey—”
You end the call before he can have the chance to make you falter.
Right behind her desk, Chae looks up at you with a knowing look. You flash her a smile that silently pleads for her not to say a word, but your receptionist has always been on the frank side.
“Something’s telling me you’re still hung up on him, boss.”
Sighing, you push yourself back to your feet, tugging on the lapels of your crisp white coat. That might be true to some degree, but it’s not like you can do anything about it.
You and Mingyu live in two completely different worlds. It’s something that you both came to terms with when you broke up. You just had to accept the fact that there’s simply no efficient way to work around his busy schedules and the appointments you need to attend to at the clinic. 
It was the most unproblematic breakup you’ve ever had, and it’s with a famous idol. Who would’ve thought. 
“Anyway,” you tell Chae before nudging the door to the operating room open. “Care to help me look for the anesthetics? I can’t remember where I put them away last time…”
Your receptionist is most definitely judging you inside your head, but despite how straightforward she can be, Chae still knows when to drop it. After a few clicks on the clinic’s desktop computer, she joins you on the hunt for that pesky bottle of anesthesia without asking any intrusive questions.
You make a mental note to treat her to some coffee tomorrow.
One of the reasons you seldomly paid your hometown a visit is the hassle that comes with the entire commute.
First you have to endure the long queue to get tickets before sitting through an eight-hour train ride to the seaside town of Haenam. Then comes navigating the local bus routes and schedules that always seem to change every time you go home. 
When you made it out of the train station for this year’s Chuseok celebration, you didn’t even bother stressing yourself out with taking the bus back to your parents’ house—flagging down a taxi that definitely charged you a ridiculous rate in exchange for your utmost comfort instead. 
You try not to think about how easier it was last Christmas, when you and Mingyu took turns driving one of his company’s cars on the way here—laughing and singing along to their songs on the road like nothing else mattered.
The scent of salt hangs heavy in the breeze when you unload your baggage from the trunk of the taxi. You had the foresight to make the trip before midnight, so you’re rewarded with the sight of the sunrise breaking through the nearby ocean—light glittering across the horizon like it means to say welcome home. 
That’s what you should feel; like you’re at home. But the fact that you’re about to bring some disappointing news to the table regarding your breakup with Mingyu isn’t doing your peace of mind any favors. 
You contemplated coming clean about it to your parents over a phone call, but it seemed too…impersonal with how attached they’ve gotten to your ex-boyfriend. Having a significant other that your family absolutely adores seems like a double-edged sword now that you think about it.
Once the cab hits the road again, you stand in front of your family home with a wistful sigh. It’s barely past seven in the morning, but your father must already be at the pier—sorting out today’s catch with the other fishermen in town.
Your mother loves taking walks in the market even if she doesn’t have anything in particular to purchase for the day. They’re early risers by default. 
You can’t really say the same for your younger brother, Haneul, though. That one likes to sleep until noon. 
When you ring the doorbell outside, you expect to hear the sound of excited barking from the other side of the gate. Namja was always the first to welcome you back whenever you’re in town, and just thinking about reuniting with him quells your anxiousness a little. But surprisingly, you don’t hear the telltale noise of your family dog’s excitement. 
What you do hear is the sound of the screen door opening and slamming back shut—slippers being hastily slid on before the gate creaks open, revealing Haneul still sporting a bedhead as he rubs his eyes.
“You’re back,” he says a-matter-of-factly, like he isn’t even thrilled to see you, but you’re too surprised to see him up so early to quip about it. “Mom said you wouldn’t arrive until noon.”
“I wanted to make the most of my vacation leave,” you explain before looking around the garden inside. “Where’s Namja? Did Mom take him for a walk, too?”
Haneul hums before taking your luggage. “Hm. You can say that.”
“What does that even mean?”
As if on cue, your ears perk up at the sound of a familiar bark resounding from the end of the road. You quickly whip your head around to see your beloved golden retriever, Namja, wagging his tail excitedly at the sight of you before letting out another woof when you call out his name in glee.
However, the moment you realize who’s holding his leash, you suddenly feel like you got struck by lightning.
It’s Kim fucking Mingyu.
The sight of your ex-boyfriend just...standing there when he told you he was on the other side of the world sends a million thoughts surging through your head all at once.
You try not to think about how gorgeous he looks in the early morning light. Loose, long sleeved shirt that still emphasizes his muscular build despite. Hair having grown past his chin, curling slightly at the tips. And those stupid fucking canines that peek from his lips every time he grins. 
The bastard is just standing there with zero disguises, as if his existence in this place, at this point in time, doesn't throw a wrench in all of your plans.
What the hell is he even doing here?!
“Oh, sweetie, you’re back!”
The sound of your mother’s voice is, thankfully, enough to snap you out of your impending mental breakdown. You were so taken aback by Mingyu’s presence that you didn’t notice her standing next to him, carrying the bag she usually brings for her early market visits as she flashes you a warm smile. 
You can only stand there in shocked silence as your mother makes her way back to the house with your dog and ex-boyfriend in tow. Haneul was already inside, so you can’t exactly glare at him for not giving you a head’s up. But given that you still have no idea what on earth is going on, you’ll play along. For now.
“Are you surprised?” your mother giggles before patting Mingyu’s shoulder. “Mingyu here said he got off work for a while so he could celebrate with us!”
“Gee, I didn’t know about that,” you say dryly, unsure of what expression you should even wear. “I thought he was going to be in New York until next month.”
She laughs again. “Oh, he told me and your father to keep it a secret that he’s going back to Korea anyways. Seems like the surprise worked, didn’t it, Mingyu-ah?”
The culprit himself agrees with a minute nod before loosening his grip on Namja’s leash. 
Your goldie immediately bounds towards you at the first sign of freedom, bracing his paws on your stomach as he attempts to lick your neck. It’s enough to distract you from the current predicament at hand, making you sigh in defeat as you sink to your knees and receive Namja’s slobbery affection in its entirety. 
As you snuggle up to the family dog, Mingyu says, “What can I say? I missed Haenam a lot. The scenery, the family, Namja, but of course…”
You can only sit there in growing disbelief as Mingyu mirrors your movements. He crouches low enough so that your gazes are leveled before caressing your face with a tenderness that’s both familiar and foreign at the same time. 
“I missed her the most.”
This is all a charade—that’s what you can confirm from the limited clues he’s dropping for you to pick up on. You can try to figure out why he’s suddenly here in your hometown—having arrived earlier than you, from the looks of it—a little later.
What’s important is that Mingyu, ever-so helpful, is actually playing along with the act you not-so-jokingly told him about on the phone.
You should be glad. 
…But why do those words make your heart ache anyways?
“Of course you do,” you sigh before peeling yourself away from his touch, carrying Namja in your arms as if he doesn’t easily weigh thirty kilograms. “Come on. Let’s get back inside and help Mom prepare whatever she’s planning on cooking for lunch.”
Mingyu’s smile doesn’t falter despite your obvious dismissal of his affection. You remind yourself that he’s racked up a lot of acting gigs throughout his career, so it’s normal for him to be a natural at this. 
But even if you know that this is all an act, you can’t help the way your heart lurches when Mingyu scoops Namja out of your grasp—the mere brush of his skin on yours more electrifying than it should be.
Namja whines in your ex’s arms, pawing at his chest before licking a long stripe across his cheek. Mingyu bursts out laughing as he coos at him, and your chest burns with an indescribable feeling.
A few moments later, your mother starts gushing about how excited she is to have both of you in the kitchen with her again as she leads you back inside the house. But all that rings in your head is a broken mantra of Mingyu saying I missed her the most.
As if repeating the words enough times will make them come true.
...
It’s one thing to know that Mingyu is in Haenam when he’s supposed to be overseas.
It’s another thing to see his usual overnight bag at the foot of your unmade bed, making you realize that he definitely came here much earlier than you anticipated.
Mingyu is currently in the kitchen, helping your mother out with lunch prep while she insists that you get some sleep first. Though the trains that led to the southern provinces were designed to be more comfortable than the ones contained in Seoul, nothing defeats the comfort of your old childhood bed. 
Except when you’re made aware of the fact that your ex-boyfriend probably slept in it after making the trip all the way here. 
The sheets even smell like him. A hint of that expensive fragrance he never seems to get tired of laces your pillows, and warmth rushes to your face when you realize you’re breathing it in a bit too much. 
So what if Mingyu slept here, right? Your parents’ house doesn’t have a guest room, and this was probably the only room available.
Oh, and in your family’s eyes, Mingyu is still your boyfriend. There shouldn’t be anything weird about your boyfriend, who went out of his way to quote-unquote surprise you, sleeping in your room, on your bed, without your knowledge.
And there definitely isn’t an issue with having to sleep next to him on said bed come nightfall.
You totally got this.
An attempt to dissuade all these intrusive thoughts is made as you unload the contents of your luggage into your old cabinet. It works for a while because all the old clothes you still kept tickled some memories from way back in high school, when becoming a vet was nothing but a pipe dream you came up with after Namja became sick on the day of his first birthday. 
In fact, as you look around further, you’re reminded of just how much time has passed since you moved out. The paint on the walls is starting to chip, and the floorboards creakier than you remember. Even the bed that was too spacious for your liking seems to shrink when you imagine Mingyu sprawled all over it with a blanket thrown over his large form. 
But when you recall how you two somehow made the sleeping arrangement work last Christmas, you figure that there isn’t much to worry about.
Aside from the fact that you’re not together anymore. Fuck.
“Hey. Are you awake?”
You jolt at the sound of a soft voice coming from the door. Mingyu’s handsome face peeks from the crack before he opens it all the way, lips pressed together in a hesitant smile.
“Your mom asked if I could fetch your father at the pier in a few,” he says. “Do you want to come with me or do you want to get some sleep first?”
“Do I want to—” you cut yourself off, throwing your hands up in disbelief. “Mingyu, what I want is for you to explain what you’re doing here.”
He cranes his head. “You said you needed help.”
“Yeah, but I was going to be honest about the breakup anyway!” you whisper, not wanting to attract unwanted attention from outside. God knows this house has paper-thin walls. “But then you’re suddenly here, cozying up to my family like we haven’t been ignoring each other for months already.”
“Hey, I’d never ignore you.” Mingyu pouts. “I even picked up when you called me at ass o’clock in the morning, remember? If someone’s ignoring anyone here, it’s you, sweetheart.”
You hate how you bristle at that little pet name. Mingyu doesn’t seem to notice how you react to it, so you steel yourself instead—refusing to give into his unintentional charms. “That’s not the point and you know it, Mingyu. You can’t blame me for reacting this way when you told me that you wouldn’t be able to help me out.”
“But I’m here, right? I thought you’d be a little happier to see me, but I might have been overestimating myself.”
You are. You are happy to see him. 
But having to live with the knowledge that Mingyu is right here, close enough for you to touch, yet can’t because your relationship has long expired? 
You weren’t ready for that. You don’t think you’ll ever be.
“Look,” he starts with a tone that’s meant to placate you, “you were right about not wanting to ruin the holidays with the breakup. I’m just here to help you out since you’re obviously not ready to break the news to your family. It’s not a big deal.”
You scowl at him. “Mingyu, it is a big deal. You are literally an idol with a packed fucking schedule. You can’t just play house with me here when you’re expected to be somewhere else.”
Mingyu shakes his head. “Listen to me first, okay? We were all given the weekend off because of Chuseok on short notice. You don’t have to worry about you unknowingly stealing me away from work because there is no work. Besides, I told you I’d still be here when you need me, right?”
How can he say all that with a straight face? Like he still thinks of you as anything but an old flame that’s long been snuffed out?
The problem with Mingyu is that he’s too earnest for his own good. Always wearing a spectrum of emotions on his sleeve. Always so honest about what he feels about certain things. It’s so fucking difficult to stand your ground against someone who’s nothing but forthcoming about every aspect of his life. 
But it’s not like you could ever resist him to begin with, right?
“Fine,” you grumble. “Give me a few minutes to prep. I don’t want to go out in the docks wearing this many layers anyways.”
You hate how your chest warms when Mingyu’s eyes light up at that. Fight back, maybe?!
He looks like he’s about to say something when an abrupt knock disturbs the quiet atmosphere of your room. From how annoyingly long it lasts, you single out your younger brother as the perpetrator.
“You better not be making your firstborn in there,” Haneul drawls from the other side. 
Mingyu flashes you a mischievous smile before cupping the sides of his hands over his mouth. “We might be making our second born for all you know.”
You won’t survive this weekend. You really won’t.
“Remember when we used to eat ice cream by the Han River?” 
You flash Mingyu a perplexed look as you climb out of the car he used to drive all the way to your hometown. It’s a mystery how his manager allows him to go places with their company car with no supervision, but it’s not like Mingyu has done anything in the past to warrant that kind of surveillance anyway.
Besides, if he’s spending the entirety of Chuseok with a bunch of bodyguards lingering around your house, you might actually force him to go back to Seoul altogether.
“Why’d you bring it up?” you ask. “I thought you didn’t like those kinds of dates ‘cause you had to amp up the disguises and everything.”
Mingyu pockets the keys to the car before leaning against the metal railings installed along the pier. Your father is yet to show up at your rendezvous point, so you figure it wouldn’t do anyone harm to entertain Mingyu’s attempt at small talk. 
“Hmm. While I did prefer just cuddling in the dorms and at your place, it always felt a little different whenever we went out together,” he muses, the wind tossing his hair around slightly before turning to look at you. “How about you? Do you have any favorite date of ours in particular?”
You sigh, unsure why he’s even asking you all of this. Yet you indulge him anyway with, “I don’t think it classifies as a ‘date’, but I kinda liked it whenever you hung out with me in the clinic while I tended to some patients. Even if your presence there is an occupational hazard in itself.”
He snickers to himself, and you know damn well he still remembers the flock of fangirls that ran into him in the waiting room when Mingyu paid you a visit out of boredom. Thankfully, they were the respectful kind, and promised not to divulge information about Mingyu’s whereabouts whenever they catch him at your clinic.
“The dogs are always happy to see me,” he chuckles. “The cats, not so much. Oh, but remember when someone brought in their pet snake? I think that one had a crush on me.”
You do, in fact, remember the day Mingyu got bitten by a boa constrictor named Yujin. Her owner is one of your regulars, since other vets in the city don’t have reptiles under their area of expertise. Yujin hasn’t bitten anyone since she first came for a checkup, so you figure that Mingyu must have done something pretty stupid to provoke the aggression. 
“You better be glad constrictor bites aren’t venomous,” you point out with an airy laugh. “Not even a true love’s kiss can cure a venomous snake bite.” 
“It can cure a handful of other things though.”
You turn to glance at Mingyu with a miffed look at his attempt at smooth-talk. He’s always been this way, so it doesn’t particularly faze you. But it still feels surreal to be talking with him right next to the open sea in your hometown as you both wait for your father to arrive.
“I never really got to ask,” you murmur, eyes still trained on a flock of seagulls huddling together near the docks. “How are you? You’re not burning yourself out again, are you?”
You don’t see it, but Mingyu smiles to himself. “It’s in our job description to push ourselves past the limit, you know. But…honestly? It’s been pretty lonely.”
You make a face at that. “Lonely? You’re literally with twelve other guys, like, eighty percent of the time. How does it ever get lonely?”
Mingyu hums before leaning further over the railing. He looks up at the clear blue sky, breathing deeply with his eyes closed, and for a moment, you’re a bit taken aback by how breathtaking he looks under the spill of morning sunlight. 
“You can still get lonely in the middle of all the noise,” he murmurs. “That’s why I was kind of glad I got to go back here for a while. I know I said I meant to help you out, but there might’ve been some selfish reasoning behind the choice, too.”
Your gaze softens at his words. Mingyu is one of the most intensely passionate members of their group, so it’s not hard to believe that he’s also one of those that ends up feeling this way. You remember having a similar conversation with him during a quiet night in your apartment, limbs tangled together under the sheets as he wonders if your lives would be different if he wasn’t an idol.
But of course, it’s your job to remind him that, even if it could become exhausting at times, he once dreamed of being where he is now. 
“They probably miss you already,” you say. “Don’t you guys usually film content for Chuseok?”
“Yeah, but all of that’s prerecorded. They’re all with their families right now, too.” 
“Really? What are you doing here then?” you tease.
Mingyu tilts his head to the side, lips curved into a lopsided smile that reminds you how it felt to catch feelings for him the first time.
“Who ever said you aren’t family?”
Unfair. He’s being so fucking unfair right now.
But you can’t even think about pushing him into the sea because your father has already made his entrance, waving at the two of you despite his hands being full of fishing paraphernalia. 
He sulks about how it took you so long to go back home, and you had to explain that things have been extra hectic at your clinic, especially when you inevitably earned the reputation of being ‘SEVENTEEN Mingyu and Seungkwan’s trusted veterinarian’ despite neither of them having dropped by since the breakup.
You don’t tell them that last part though. The last thing you need is for Mingyu to have something to gloat about.
“It’s a miracle how those nasty paparazzi folks from Dispatch haven’t caught on yet,” your dad says before climbing into the backseat of Mingyu’s company car. “Unless you’re already in cahoots with them? Remember, Kim Mingyu, leave my daughter out of any celebrity gossip! She’s already built a good name for herself.” 
A throaty laugh rumbles in Mingyu’s chest as he pulls out into the street. “You don’t have to worry about that, sir. Protecting her has always been my top priority.”
Your father nods, seemingly pleased with his response. “Damn straight.” 
You don’t express any outward reaction to what Mingyu just told your dad, but you don’t resist when he reaches for your hand over the center console. 
The moment you he squeezes your fingers, you squeeze back. 
The rest of the day is packed with preparing lunch and dinner options for your other relatives in town. Having Mingyu on board is an undeniable asset, since the man knows his way around the kitchen even better than you do. It’s a little endearing to think that, even if it’s the first time he’s meeting your aunts and uncles and cousins, his personality makes him fit right in. 
Turns out, one of your cousins’ daughters is a huge fan, and she couldn’t believe her eyes when she saw Kim Mingyu smoking fish in the backyard of your parents’ house. She made him promise to sign one of her photocards before they leave—a request that your ex is all too happy to oblige. 
By dinnertime, most of the guests have already left, and it’s just you, Mingyu, and Haneul sharing the rice wine Mingyu brought for the occasion, with your parents having already retired for the night. You didn’t even tell him that your Mom wanted another taste of it, yet he delivered anyway. 
“How are you guys doing it?” Haneul whines, a bit red in the face since he’s already had a few beers before your cousins all left. “When my ex-girlfriend moved to another city, it only took two weeks for us to break up. Long distance is the bane of everyone’s existence.”
“Everyone but ours,” Mingyu says before clinking his glass with yours. “You just have to communicate with each other constantly. If you’re honest about everything both of you are feeling, then it’ll be easier to work things out together.”
It’s so easy for him to say these kinds of things. As if your relationship didn’t go to ruin because of the long distance that always kept the two of you apart. You feel a bit bad for having Mingyu lie to your brother right in his face, but you tell yourself that you’re already here anyway. 
You’ll just have to fake it until you make it.
“But what if the other party doesn’t want to talk about it?” Haneul sighs, tracing the rim of his own glass with his finger. “I wanted to make it work. I really did. But she… She didn’t even want to try anymore. Lost faith in us so quickly, I could hardly believe she even loved me.”
You know Haneul is just drunkenly rambling about his grievances with his ex. He called you about it a few years ago, long before you even met Mingyu, and you consoled him by saying that his ex-girlfriend never deserved his love in the first place.
But even if you know the circumstances that led to your split with Mingyu are completely different, you can’t help but find similarities between the stories. 
You broke up with Mingyu on the first day of spring. When the snow was just beginning to thaw, and the wind started to bring in a warmer climate. They’d just gone back from tour, and you know you’re not the only one feeling the tightly-wound strings of your relationship beginning to fray at the seams. 
“I’ve been thinking about it for a while now, but I don’t think we’re going to work, Gyu,” you murmured, not having the guts to meet his eyes. “I think it’s best if we just focused on our careers.”
You thought he’d throw a fit. Or at least ask you a bunch of questions. Did he do something wrong? Is he not enough? Yet Mingyu simply flashed you a sad smile before nodding right back at you.
“Okay,” he said with a kind of resignation that breaks your heart to hear. “Thank you for being with me all this time.”
In the present, Mingyu shifts beside you on the table—abruptly startling you out of that impromptu trip down memory lane. 
“Then, you’ll just have to take it in stride, Haneul-ah,” he murmurs before throwing back the rest of his drink. Mingyu manages a tight-lipped smile that pains you to look at. “If you really love her, you’ll respect whatever choice she’s come to make in the end. Even if that choice doesn’t involve you anymore. Even if it hurts to see her walk away after everything you’ve built together.”
When Mingyu turns to look at you, you feel like there’s cotton sticking to the roof of your mouth.
“It’s a good thing I never have to experience that with your sister, though. She loves me too much to let me go.”
Haneul huffs from across the table before rising to his feet. “You two are so in love it’s actually disgusting. You know what, let’s just go to sleep.”
Half an hour later, you find yourself standing in the middle of your bedroom as Mingyu gets ready to sleep. He seems to be talking to someone on the phone inside your bathroom, but you purposely decide not to listen in. It was probably his manager or one of the other boys checking in on him.
You don’t wait for him to finish when you climb under the sheets, leaving enough space for him to occupy on the mattress, should he decide to share it with you tonight. There’s also an extra blanket folded on his side of the bed, since Mingyu’s a notorious blanket hogger, and you’d rather not wrestle that six-foot hunk of muscle for warmth. 
Mingyu takes so long on that phone call of his that by the time he finishes, you’re already fast asleep, curled up while facing the wall so you wouldn’t have to face him. He chuckles, lingering just a few seconds longer by the doorframe of the bathroom. How long has it been since he’s last seen your face under the peaceful guise of slumber? 
It’s been too long, and he isn’t about to pass up on the opportunity to commit the sight into memory.
Sometime in the middle of the night, you’re rudely roused by the sudden drop in temperature.
It’s only the beginning of autumn, but you noticed that it’s a lot colder than usual. Even if you already have a cozy blanket draped right on top of you. You sigh, shifting on the bed to get more comfortable before realizing that you’re not exactly alone. 
Much like yourself, Mingyu is blinking out the drowsiness in his eyes as he turns to look at you with a question in his sleepy gaze. You shake your head in a wordless attempt to tell him not to worry. 
“You’ve been tossing and turning for thirty minutes now,” he says, and hearing his throaty voice in person doesn’t even compare to that phone call you shared a week ago. “What’s wrong?”
You sigh. “It’s cold, and it isn’t even winter yet.”
He looks at you for a while, as if thinking of what to say before he reaches out for you and tugs you into his arms. Even if you’re practically half-asleep, the sudden action kickstarts your brain into motion, and you struggle against his grip all while whispering, “What the hell are you doing?!”
“You told me back then I’m as good as a furnace on cold days,” he mumbles as he tucks you into his chest—making you hyper aware of every ridge of his toned chest through his shirt. “If it bothers you so much, just think of it as a favor from one friend to another. How’s that sound?”
Friend. You know that’s all that Mingyu is to you these days, and all you are to him, but even in this drowsy haze you’re in, the word still feels like an insult. A word meant to scorn the time you’ve spent as lovers. 
Just thinking about Mingyu as a friend leaves a bitter taste in your mouth, so instead of answering him, you cave and burrow yourself into his warmth—something that he seems pleased with, if the satisfied sound that rumbles in his chest is anything to go by. 
He holds you in his arms the same way he did last Christmas, but there’s an unfamiliar sense of possessiveness sinking uncomfortably in the pit of your stomach. You know you shouldn’t think of what he’s doing as anything but a favor between friends. You’re perfectly aware that, as the person who officially ended things between the both of you, you have no right to yearn for something you already gave up on.
But when Mingyu tilts your head up so you can meet his sleepy eyes, you don’t even put up a fight when he presses his lips to yours.
It doesn’t seem like he planned on doing anything beyond that. In fact, you don’t think he meant to do it at all. Just a heat-of-the-moment decision that the two of you could just forget about come morning. 
However, the moment he starts to pull away, you force a hand across the back of his head, crushing your lips back together as you hook one of your thighs across his hips. Mingyu groans into the kiss, large hands migrating to your waist as he reciprocates your newfound hunger like you knew he would. His touch leaves trails of fire tingling across your skin, and every time his canines graze your bottom lip, you quietly moan into his mouth.
This is stupid. You’re both being incredibly stupid. The walls are anything but soundproof, and your parents are sleeping just across the hall.
Yet you can’t bring yourself to care. Not when Mingyu is making your body remember what it feels like to have him all over you like this.
You missed him. His heat. His touch. His kiss. Everything. You missed him so much that it hurts. You missed him so much that when Mingyu’s fingers start to glide along the exposed flesh of your thighs, you detach your lips from his before pushing him away.
You missed Kim Mingyu with the intensity of a dying star collapsing in on itself, of black holes tearing through reality, but this isn’t how you should go about it.
“Let’s…” you whisper, not quite trusting your voice to carry out your message. “Let’s just sleep.”
Mingyu doesn’t argue. He rarely does. But neither do you when he tugs you back in the caging embrace of his warmth. 
For the first time in weeks, you find yourself drifting off into undisturbed slumber.
The next morning, you’re set to go back to Seoul, and by some stroke of luck, so is Mingyu. Still, the two of you decide to stick around until lunch time—neither of you breathing a word about what just happened last night.
But while Mingyu starts to load both of your things into the trunk of his car, your mother asks you for a favor at the last minute.
“Can you bring Namja along with you back to the city?” she asks. “He’s been really listless before you and Mingyu arrived. Your father and I were starting to get worried, and figured you might have to do a check up first.”
You raise an eyebrow at her claim, not really noticing anything amiss about your retriever’s health, aside from the usual signs of age. He’s ten years old, turning eleven this year, so it isn’t such a mystery to see that Namja isn’t as hyperactive as he was as a puppy. But then again, your mother has spot-on intuition about all the strangest things, so you indulge her request in the end. 
Besides, having a pet of your own to keep you company doesn’t sound so bad.
Fortunately, Mingyu is more than hospitable when you ask if you could bring Namja along for the ride—promising that he’s car-trained, and won’t make a mess as long as you pull over from time to time. In fact, your ex seems more elated with the idea of your goldie joining the road trip than you are.
“I can come visit Namja in Seoul whenever I want now, right?” he asks with a soft laugh, and you wanted to reply with, Yeah, if you aren’t always so far away, that is, but choose not to. 
The two of you take shifts in driving as usual. Whoever isn’t behind the wheel is in charge of entertaining Namja in the backseat so he wouldn’t end up whining for attention the whole drive back. It’s a setup that you’re pretty okay with, since it minimizes any sort of window for you and Mingyu to have a conversation. God knows you’re not exactly ready to talk about…whatever happened last night. 
So instead, you ask him about a bunch of trivial things so he doesn’t get any ideas.
“You sure your manager is okay with you returning the car while it reeks of Namja?” you laugh before switching lanes on the freeway. “He might not take the news that he sheds very lightly.” 
Mingyu chuckles before scratching behind Namja’s ears. “I promised I’d have it cleaned before I returned it to the office building. Don’t worry about it.”
“Hm. Whatever you say.”
By your third stop-over, you decide to give Namja some food and water while Mingyu gets takeout for the both of you at a nearby fast food chain. You stretch out your limbs while your retriever happily laps from his water bowl, wondering how much longer it’s going to take before you reach Seoul. 
Before you have to part ways with Mingyu again.
You’re startled out of your train of thought when you see Mingyu practically sprinting back to the car, his sunglasses nearly falling off the bridge of his nose. Namja glances up at him quizzically, and you have to stifle a laugh.
“Yeah, a bunch of fans spotted me in line, so we might have to get food back in the city instead,” he explains hurriedly as he helps tidy up Namja’s food and water bowls. “Let’s go. I’ll drive.”
After his meal, Namja is sated and sleepy—content with resting his head on your thigh as you watch the streetlights blur past the windows. Mingyu is a much faster driver than you are, so he’s able to cut the travel time shorter than it would have been had it been you behind the wheel. But the lack of anything to do has you quietly staring at Mingyu from the backseat while his eyes are glued to the road.
You can’t help but let your gaze linger on his strong arms, and the fact that you were tucked safely between them the night prior. But that’s your first mistake because now, you’re thinking about those desperate kisses you shared in the privacy of your room. Touching each other like you both feared the other would disappear if you didn’t pull them close enough.
You shake your head. No. This isn’t how friends should think about each other. 
Whatever happened back in Haenam, you’re just going to have to leave it there.
It’s already past eight in the evening when Mingyu eases the car into your neighborhood, and you try not to think much of the fact that he still knows where you live. 
“Guess that concludes our weekend getaway,” Mingyu says the moment he finishes helping you carry your stuff back inside your apartment. “Though it seems that someone’s getting pretty cozy really quickly.”
Namja is already familiarizing himself with his new home, wandering around the living room all while sniffing everything in his path. You stifle a soft laugh.
“Yeah. I guess it is,” you murmur before managing a kind smile. “Thanks for having my back, Mingyu. It…means a lot. Really, it does.”
He laughs softly, eyes trailing around the living room with a curiosity that isn’t so different from Namja’s. “You have your first boyfriend with you now. I can rest easy knowing you’re in good company.”
Your face flushes at the thought that Mingyu still remembers the reasoning behind Namja’s namesake. Namjachingu. When he was still a puppy, you said Namja was your first boyfriend, and that you didn’t need anyone else. 
He lived up to his title for years, too—always acting hostile around past boyfriends that you did end up bringing to your parents’ house despite coming from a friendly breed. The only boyfriend that your first boyfriend seemed to approve of is the man standing right in front of you, just when you thought you would never see him again within the four corners of your house.
“You know,” Mingyu begins, hesitation crossing his face for a split second before he meets your eyes. “My family’s in Seoul for Chuseok, too. I told Minseo to bring Bobpul and Baptori, and you might want to schedule a little playdate between my kids and yours.” 
You raise an eyebrow. “Where’s Aji?”
“Too old to travel around,” he chuckles. “But I’m sure the other two can keep Namja company just fine. Join us tomorrow for dinner. What do you say?” 
You hesitate. This should’ve been where you drew the line. Mingyu has already helped you out of your initial predicament. You really shouldn’t create any more problems for yourself by joining his family for a late Chuseok dinner. In fact…
“What, you haven’t told your family that we split either?” you ask, half-jokingly, half-seriously.
“No, they know.” Mingyu shakes his head. “But they’ve always liked you too, so I see no harm in getting everyone to hang out in one place.”
You shoot him a pointed look. “You know this is just going to make things more complicated, right?”
When he flashes you that toothy grin, you already know that this is a losing battle. 
“It does, but it’s still going to be fun,” he says. “So, are you coming?” 
Sometimes, you wish you never met Mingyu at all. Maybe your life wouldn’t be so fucking difficult.
“Fine.”
The next day, you bring Namja to the clinic, and Chae is more than happy to see the brand new addition to the workforce. But while she’s giving your goldie more pets than he probably deserves, you ask if you have any clients coming this morning that called in advance.
“Oh, there’s this one guy who’s bringing in a maltese today,” she says, laughing a little when Namja whines at the fact that her attention is divided. “I think his name was… Seungkwan? Something like that. He has some records from last year, but he hasn’t been back since.”
Seungkwan’s coming today? Huh. Talk about coincidence.
You tell Chae about how Seungkwan and Mingyu belong to the same group, and your receptionist is adept enough to catch on to what you’re trying to say. She’s all too quick to suggest plans on how to mitigate the fans from flocking the entrance to the clinic, like that one time when Mingyu was too lax in disguising himself from anyone who could recognize him. 
But when Seungkwan arrives at your door, you remember that he’s one of the members that doesn’t particularly like being crowded by people, even if they are his fans.
He’s dressed discreetly—dark shades, a beanie, and a black face mask—while carrying an adorable pet carrier that’s probably worth half your monthly salary. Seungkwan is so straight-to-the-point with carrying out his business with you, that it’s hard to believe you and him used to joke around like old friends a year ago. 
But for some reason, when Chae excuses herself to answer a phone call, the façade he puts up falls apart in seconds.
“Noona, you have no idea how much I missed you!” he wails before throwing his arms around you. “Other vets just don’t cut it for Bookkeu! They’re always either too mean or too lax with her. You handled her just right today. Can’t believe Mingyu-hyung always calls you her worst enemy.”
You chuckle before patting his back, and Seungkwan pulls away with a pout on his face. “Hey, you guys are the ones who ghosted me after Mingyu and I broke up. You’re always welcome to come back to have your pets checked—non-showbiz girlfriend or not.” 
“That hyung of mine is stupid,” Seungkwan scoffs as he scoops Bookkeu into his arms. “Well, you’re kind of the same way, but I can’t exactly call you stupid or you might take it out on Bookkeu—”
“I would do no such thing, Seungkwan-ah,” you complain. 
“Okay, it’s just my personal opinion that maybe you two didn’t have to split up at all,” he huffs. “Mingyu-hyung has become more and more listless since you broke up with him. He might look like his usual self on camera, but when we’re not recording anything? He’s always so lost in thought! It gets on Coups-hyung’s nerves sometimes.”
Listless, huh… 
Your mother said the exact same thing about Namja. Speaking of, your gaze drifts over to your goldie who’s staring outside the door to your clinic, like he’s waiting for Chae to come back and shower him with attention again. 
Is Seungkwan insinuating that he and Mingyu aren’t so different?
“Maybe he’s just going through a blue period,” you suggest before writing up a prescription for the vitamins that Bookkeu will have to take for the next two weeks. “It’s been so long since we broke up. I doubt he’s acting that way because of me.”
Seungkwan breathes in deeply, like he’s just barely able to contain the urge to slap some sense into you. “Noona, listen to me. Kim Mingyu is catastrophically in love with you. When you called that night when we were sharing a hotel room in New York, it was the first time I saw him look so genuinely happy for reasons that aren’t related to our music. But that hyung of mine is too selfless for his own good.”
You startle a bit when he suddenly lifts Bookkeu closer to you and points her adorable face in your line of sight. 
“He wants you back, but he’ll never admit it, especially when you made your choice clear all those months ago,” Seungkwan says before pushing his maltese even closer to you. “But now, something tells me that you’re still hung up on him, just as much as he’s hung up on you—if all the things he told me about your trip to Haenam are true, that is.”
Huh. That time he took so long in the bathroom… He must’ve been talking to Seungkwan.
“Okay, but why does it feel like you’re using Bookkeu to threaten me into doing something?” You laugh softly. “Seungkwan, our time is up. And it’s not something we can just take back whenever we feel like it.”
“Wh—! Don’t you think things are only that way because both of you are making it more complicated than it should be?” He sighs, exasperated. “Also, yes I am using Bookkeu to threaten you. Promise that you’ll at least talk to Mingyu-hyung about this? We can’t stand seeing him so out of it anymore. Come on, you can’t resist those cute puppy eyes, right?”
You sigh, half-considering pointing out that Bookkeu is, by no means, a puppy anymore, but then again, you still call Namja that despite being more than a decade old.
“Alright, alright,” you relent. “I’m meeting his family tonight for dinner anyways. Might as well clear the air.”
Seungkwan gasps, a comical expression rooting itself on his face. “See! You’re having dinner with his family, too?! If you’re not back together by the time we fly back to the U.S., I'm never talking to either of you ever again.”
Now, it’s your turn to pout. “Who are you going to go to for Bookkeu’s check-ups then?”
He opens his mouth, closes it, then opens it again before letting out a petulant huff. You can’t help the snicker that bubbles in your chest as Seungkwan tilts his chin up with indignance. 
“Point taken,” he says before narrowing his eyes and pointing his index finger at you. “But I’m expecting Kim Mingyu to come back to the dorms later, happy and not heartbroken. Okay?” 
You raise your hands before handing him your written prescription. “No promises.”
When Chae returns inside the clinic, you physically have to hold Namja down just so she can give Seungkwan a receipt for today’s visit. Your mother was right, he definitely was growing lonely back in Haenam. You haven’t seen him this excited in years. 
Seungkwan bids you another, more formal goodbye, now that you're not alone anymore. He doesn’t need to reiterate what he asked of you out loud—the look in his eyes is already telling enough. 
Given that today is a bit of a slow day, you decide to run a few diagnostic tests on Namja just to confirm whether or not he’s silently carrying some sort of disease. But all his results came out normal, except for a clinically insignificant but still noticeable increase in his body sodium levels. Might have to cut down the treats for a few days. 
Otherwise, he’s happy and healthy ten—going eleven—years into his lifespan. The reason for his lethargy back home must have something to do with innate loneliness after all.
Then you remember what Seungkwan told you about Mingyu. How he hasn’t really been himself since the breakup. You never really felt that during your time together in your hometown. He’s still the effortless charmer that you once fell in love with. The big softie that can get along with anyone and everyone, given the right circumstances.
Mingyu has always been a people pleaser. The last thing he wants to do is inconvenience others. So it’s kind of hard to believe that he’s been so out of it that even Seungcheol is starting to get pissed with his behavior. 
The sound of Namja barking jolts you out of your thoughts before your goldie pads over to where you’re seated behind your desk, whining as he nuzzles your hands as if he knows you’re thinking a bit too hard about something distressful. You let out a quiet laugh, scratching behind his ears just like you know he likes.
“I wonder what I’m supposed to do,” you chuckle. “Maybe I should’ve been born as a dog instead. Thinking about all of this is giving me a headache.”
Namja growls before barking again. Like he doesn’t approve of the idea of not having you as his fur parent. You let out another laugh that’s a lot less quiet before you decide to pull out your phone and shoot Mingyu a text.
Are you picking me up later or not?
Dinner with Mingyu’s family is splendid
The outdoor restaurant his mother booked in advance probably serves the best songpyeon you’ve ever tasted in your life. Add that to the fact that they accommodate pets in their alfresco area, this could easily be one of the next places you’ll take your own parents for a meal when you bring them to Seoul for a quick getaway. 
Namja is a bit shy around other animals—a result of being around no one but your family for so long. But when Minseo introduces him to both Bobpul and Baptori at the same time, the two little rascals easily coaxed your senior citizen goldie out of his shell. Next thing you know, they’re running around the outdoor dining area like a bunch of energetic pups.
“Unnie, are you back together with this guy?” Minseo asks in the middle of dessert, pointing her spoon accusingly at Mingyu. “You can do so much better than him, though.”
Their father laughs at their youngest’s comment, and their mother rubs Mingyu’s back as if she agrees, yet still wishes to console her son regardless. Mingyu is simply scowling at his family for how quick they are to throw him under the bus.
“Shut up, you sound just like Seungkwan,” he whines. 
“Well, we’re both right.”
You let out a laugh of your own before scooping some ice cream into your mouth. Then, tentatively, you say, “Don’t say that. Gyu wasn’t that terrible of a boyfriend, you know?” 
“He’s always so busy though. Doesn’t even have time to come visit Bobpul and our other dogs anymore,” Minseo sulks. “He even missed my graduation! Can you believe it?”
Mingyu pouts. “I said I was sorry, didn’t I?” 
She huffs. “Not sorry enough!”
“Well, for starters, even if he is ridiculously busy, he still makes sure to call me before he goes to bed after a particularly tough schedule,” you say. “He also answers my calls even if our time zones are different, and it’s an ungodly hour where he currently is. Then when he finally comes back to Korea, he’ll give a bunch of gifts that reminded him of me on his trip overseas.”
You don’t know what compelled you to do so, but the words just gush out naturally. It was a little difficult the first time Mingyu had to hop on a plane to some other country to film some content with the boys, but you eventually got used to it, and managed to make a couple work-arounds.
Now that you think about it, if you were so used to it, why’d you decide it was best for you to part ways when he got back from tour? It’s been so long that you don’t even know the logic behind the reasoning anymore. You just remember feeling like it was the best decision at the time. And you were right—your careers have definitely thrived even after the breakup.
As you continue telling Minseo and their parents about how much of a catch the eldest son of the Kim family really is, you fail to notice the way Mingyu’s eyes never leave you the entire time. Soft, with just a hint of yearning that you’ll only be able to notice if you knew what you were looking for. 
“Ugh, fine,” Minseo huffs, and you don’t think she and Seungkwan are all that different from each other. “This is the first time I’ve seen a couple that’s broken up months ago talk about each other so fondly, still. You sure you two aren’t secretly dating again?”
“Minseo,” their mother scolds before flashing you an apologetic look. “I’m sorry about her. Minseo’s just been really snappy lately. Must be because she missed Mingyu here very much.”
She rolls her eyes. “As if I’ll miss that credit-grabbing punk. He didn’t even acknowledge me in his latest Instagram post!”
“Speaking of dating again,” their father interjects before taking a sip of his wine. “Minseo’s right about one thing at least. You and Mingyu still have chemistry after so long. What’s stopping you from getting back together again?”
At your side, Mingyu flashes his father a cautionary look. “Dad, that’s a really inappropriate question, don’t you think?”
“Oh, yes, of course. My apologies. This old man is really just…curious, so to speak.” 
He bows his head slightly, and you make a little gesture that insists you took no offense. But the inquiry definitely made you think for a moment.
It’s like everyone you know completely supports the idea of you and Mingyu just burying the hatchet and rekindling your relationship. But didn’t they consider the logistics of it? You’re a full-time vet and Mingyu’s a full-time idol that travels out of Korea at least once a month. Though you’re a bit unsure of it now, that still played a part in why you called it quits in the first place.
Even when Mingyu took it upon himself to drive you and Namja back to your apartment, his father’s question still lingers in the back of your mind. 
What’s stopping you from getting back together again? 
The answer is pretty simple, but it’s not something you’re ready to face just yet.
It’s you. You’re the only one keeping yourselves from reigniting what you once thought was already lost. Your guilt. Your regrets. Your fears. You didn’t need a verbal confirmation to know that Mingyu would drop everything in a heartbeat if it meant you’ll take him back again. But as much as your friends joke about how you deserve better than Mingyu, you’re convinced it’s the other way around.
Mingyu deserves someone who can reciprocate the love he’s so willing to give tenfold. Someone who doesn’t flake out when he needs them most. 
Someone who isn’t you.
When he pulls over a red light, he lets out a sigh as he checks the text messages that popped up on his phone. After a few scrolls he says, “Oh. Jeonghan-hyung texted about some party in Gangnam. Do you want to—”
“Gyu,” you whisper, eyes riveted on the busy street. “What are we doing?”
He blinks. “Celebrating Chuseok together?”
“But we’re friends right?” You laugh somewhat bitterly. “Friends don’t normally celebrate the entirety of their Chuseok weekend bonding with each other’s families. Friends don’t make out with each other in the middle of the night. And…”
You let out a shuddering sigh before adding, “Friends don’t look at each other the way you look at me.”
You can clearly hear the sound of his breath hitching even if you don’t turn to look at him. It seems like he was about to say something in return, but the stoplight turns green, and he’s back to pulling his focus on the road instead of you.
In the backseat, you can hear Namja whining—ever the empath, that one. You immediately feel him pawing against your seat, as if silently asking what’s wrong. Turning around, you give him a few reassuring pats, not wanting to get claw marks all over Mingyu’s borrowed car.
The two of you are completely silent as he walks you back to the front door of your apartment. You know he didn’t have to, yet he did anyway. How Mingyu of him.
When you finally muster the courage to look up at him and bid him good night, Mingyu grabs your wrist—forcing you to meet his desperate gaze. 
“If I told you I wanted you back, would anything change? No, right?” he whispers, voice tinged with so much emotion, you can feel your own heart ache at the sound of it. “So I’m sorry if I’m being selfish for inviting you to every place I could think of. If I want to spend as much time with you as I can because I know I won’t ever get the chance to do so if I let this pass.”
When he presses your foreheads together, the look in his eyes is so smoldering, you can’t bear to look away. This is what a man that’s been yearning for you for months looks like, it seems. 
And you don’t think you can keep resisting him for long.
“Before I get thrown back into that haywire of a schedule again,” he whispers, and you feel every breath fan across your skin, “can’t you at least let me have this? Let me have you?” 
You don’t even know who it is that lunges in for the kiss. The next thing you know, Mingyu has you pressed up against your front door, devouring your lips where all your neighbors can see. But you don’t care. Not when he’s desperately holding your body flush against his as you reclaim what’s always been yours.
He whispers a bunch of things along the column of your neck as he loosens the strings holding your dress together from behind. Some sweet, some endearing, and others a touch too filthy for others to hear aloud. You stifle your little gasps when he wraps a strong arm around your waist, nudging your thighs apart with his knees so you can feel the hardness straining against his middle.
“It’s you,” he murmurs against your feverish skin, teeth grazing across your flesh ever-so lightly. “It’s always been you. And it will always be you.” 
You know Mingyu is a good actor. But it’s so earth-shatteringly different to hear the raw desperation in his voice. How earnest he is in telling you just how much he still loves you without saying the words outright. You can only dream of being as honest with your true feelings as he is. 
But tonight, you don’t think there’s anything wrong with letting yourself fall.
In the midst of your mounting desire for each other, though, a lone whine in the night snaps both you and Mingyu out of your newfound vigor. You nearly forgot about Namja, who’s impatiently waiting for either of you to open the front door so he can finally take a nap. You glance at Mingyu, and he glances right back, before the two of you burst out laughing like a couple of teenagers without a care in the world.
Once you’ve gotten your needy retriever settled outside, Mingyu practically tosses you on the bed the moment the door to your room clicks shut—all too eager to cage you between his arms as he continues where you left off. 
The suit he wore tonight looked a bit too good on his frame, but now you want nothing more than to claw it off him. He chuckles, sensing your desperation as he shrugs off his coat and unbuttons his dress shirt along the way.
“I don’t remember you being this desperate for me, sweetheart,” he murmurs, leaning down to grasp your face as he strokes your heated skin with his thumb. “I can’t say I hate the development though.”
“Mingyu,” you whimper as you guide his thumb to your lips, suckling on it in a way that you know makes him lose his mind every time. “Please. I want you.” 
It’s so easy to be honest with yourself. You wonder why you’ve struggled with doing that for so long, but then you remember that your brain is fogged with desire for the man that’s currently staring you down like he’s doing everything in his power not to fuck you into the mattress right away. 
But at that moment, you throw all logic and caution in the wind in exchange for taking even more of Mingyu’s thick fingers into your mouth.
“So good for me,” he whispers when he sees you inch your knees apart to welcome him in between. The hand that’s not being fellated by your tongue finds its way to the apex of your thighs—cupping your clothed heat in a way that makes you moan around his fingers. “How badly do you want me, sweet thing?”
“So, so badly,” you manage to wrench out despite your mouth being full, rutting your hips to introduce some friction between your aching pussy and his hand. “Please, Gyu…”
When he’s satisfied, his free hand migrates to your thighs, spreading you further apart as he brings his lubricated fingers to your sopping core. There’s something so fucking hot in the way he just nudges your panties to the side—groaning when he finds you already soaked for him. 
“You need something to stretch out this pretty little pussy, don’t you?” he murmurs into your ear, nipping at the lobe just the way you like it. “You want my fingers or my cock, babygirl? Better choose wisely.”
You want to say that you’re too fucking horny for foreplay, but also remember that each time you had sex with Mingyu in the past, the stretch of his massive cock can be quite uncomfortable if he doesn’t prep you. With how long it’s been since you’ve laid in bed together, you don’t want to rush into it without thinking of the consequences after.
So, you mewl, “Fingers first. Then your cock.”
Mingyu laughs—a deep, sexy sound—before planting a kiss on your nose. “That’s my girl.”
He carefully eases one digit into your hole, eyes never leaving your face as he gauges your reactions. Part of you wishes to tell him that he doesn’t have to worry so much. That you still trust him with your own body even after all this time. You don’t say anything aloud, but Mingyu seems to get the gist from the look in your eyes either way, surging forward so he can press his lips back onto yours as he loosens you up.
“You’re always so quick to get wet for me, baby,” he sighs, stifling the noise that escapes you when he slides in a second finger to test the resistance of your walls. “You’ve no idea how much I missed this. Missed you .”
“Gyu, I—” Your breath hitches once he curls his fingers just so, making your legs rise involuntarily off the mattress, but Mingyu pins one of your thighs down with his free hand. 
“What was that?”
He’s teasing. He rarely ever does that. You shoot him a petulant look before taking his bottom lip between your teeth, tugging hard enough to coax a groan out of him. 
“I missed you, too,” you whisper. “You’re the only one who can make me feel this good.”
A dozen emotions flit through Mingyu’s face in the span of a millisecond, but the one that remains is something not so different from longing. You hear him sigh a couple of words that you don’t quite catch before he’s taking his fingers out of your sopping cunt and pulling away from you. Just when you’re about to voice out a complaint, he starts undoing his trousers, kicking them away to some uncharted part of your bedroom before working on the rest of his dress shirt.
Not-so-newsflash: your ex-boyfriend is still fucking hot. 
But he doesn’t seem to notice the way you’re reacting to the sultry way in which he peels his clothes off—dark eyes still trained on your pliant form on the bed. As Mingyu palms himself through his boxers, you can’t help but press your thighs together in anticipation of what’s to come. 
There was a time when he railed you so good, you legitimately couldn’t walk straight the next day. You wonder if he plans on reenacting the whole thing tonight.
“Let’s get you out of that dress, sweetheart,” he breathes before gently guiding you back into a seated position, tugging at the hem of your dress before tossing it to the side. 
You feel your cheeks warm when he stares at the underwear set you have on tonight. Plain cotton panties and plain cotton bra. In your defense, you really didn’t expect to get laid tonight. 
“Doesn’t matter,” Mingyu chuckles. It’s either he can read minds or he still knows you well enough to figure out what you’re thinking. “I’m taking everything off anyways.”
As he makes quick work of what’s left of your clothing, you distantly remember the last conversation you had with Seungkwan. How you told him you’d ‘clear the air’ with Mingyu right after having dinner with his family.
You’re pretty sure what you’re doing right now is only blurring the lines even more, but you don’t really fucking care right now.
You let out a hushed moan when Mingyu latches his mouth onto your nipple, massaging your other breast as he swirls the appendage across your sensitive skin. His free arm snakes itself behind the curve of your waist, pressing you against his firm body while rutting his hips against the bed. 
He’s just as desperate for you as you are for him, and it fills you with a heady sort of hunger that only Mingyu can alleviate.
“Can I?” he whispers.
You feel his teeth graze across the skin of your chest, making your toes curl with anticipation. It’s been a while, but you can’t easily forget how much of a biter Mingyu is in bed. He loves leaving his marks on your body, and even if you always complain about how hard it is to cover them up, you let him do as he pleases every single time.
“Yes,” you whimper, rubbing your bare pussy against the ridge of his abs. “Do whatever you want with me, Gyu.”
The sound you let out once he finally bites down is caught between a yelp and a moan, your fingers threading across his hair as he suckles on your skin. He’s such a talker in bed, too—whispering all sorts of endearments that are too soft for you to hear, but add fuel to your growing desire regardless.
“So fucking pretty,” he says once he detaches himself from your breasts and marvels at his own work. The fruit of his effort is yet to become visible, but he’s left enough angry red marks on your skin to guarantee the lovebites they’ll turn into come morning. “And it’s all for me.”
Lacing your fingers around his nape, you mold your lips together in another kiss, tongues dancing to the rhythm of your erratic heartbeat as you grind yourself against his toned stomach. 
“Mingyu,” you whimper against his mouth—hot and heavy. “I need you inside me. Need to get stretched on your cock.”
He groans again, fisting your hair so that he can kiss you even deeper. As he busies you with his mind-numbing kisses, Mingyu gets rid of his boxers in a flash—positioning himself between your thighs. You nearly cry out when you feel the fat head of his cock sliding against your soaking slit. When he grazes your sensitive clit, you could’ve sworn tears started together in the corners of your eyes.
“Fuck, babygirl, so fucking wet for me,” he sighs as he lays you back down on the bed and eases your knees further apart. 
You bite your lip at the sight of his cock, still as long and girthy as you remember. Mingyu pumps his length all while sliding the head across your cunt, but you let out another desperate mewl to just fuck you already. 
“Shhh,” he says, leaning down to plant a chaste kiss on your forehead. “Let me take my time with you, sweetheart. I want you to commit all of this to memory. Gonna have you feeling me inside you for days.”
And you don’t doubt that. Kim Mingyu has a knack for making it hard for people to forget about him, and if he plans to fuck the shape of his cock into your pussy, who are you to complain?
When you feel his cock catch across your entrance, you genuinely wonder if it’s going to hurt. Mingyu’s attempt at foreplay was cut halfway through because he got distracted by his sudden desire to leave a trail of love bites all over your breasts. But the thing about having sex with Mingyu is that your comfort is his top priority. 
He would never do anything that he knows can hurt you.
“I’ll go slow, alright?” he whispers, and all you can manage is a nod. “Words, baby. You have to talk to me so I’ll know if you really want it.”
“Gyu,” you whine, arching your hips in a feeble attempt to get him to fuck into you. “I’m alright. Anything you do is alright with me, just— Please. Please fuck me full.”
He sighs, staring down like he doesn’t know what to do with you before finally, finally, you feel his dick breach your entrance—pushing inch by delicious inch inside you with restrained hunger. You fist the sheets at the familiar stretch, but it’s not so uncomfortable that the sensation burns. You’ve taken Mingyu’s cock dozens of times before, and it seems that your body still knows how to accommodate his ridiculous size.
“Pretty pussy’s happy to see me again,” he chuckles, his grip on your thighs tightening ever-so slightly. “Still made to fit me so snuggly. Did you miss my cock, sweet thing? I can feel you pulsing around me.”
“Yes,” you drawl. “Missed your cock so fucking much, Gyu. Fuck—”
You feel so hot, so full. It’s like Mingyu’s the only thing you’ve ever known—surrounding you in every direction until all that floats in your lust-addled mind are the letters of his name. Once he buries himself to the hilt, Mingyu doesn’t move right away, still so attentive to your reactions that even if you want nothing more than for him to rail you into the mattress, he won’t press forward until he’s sure you’re ready.
“Is it too much?” he whispers, tucking your hair behind your ear. “Do you need more time to get used to me?”
Something similar to a growl reverberates in your chest as you stare at Mingyu hard. “What I need is…for you to fuck me until I black out.”
Mingyu’s lips turn up into a grin as he shakes his head. “Baby, the last thing I want to be is some sex-deprived savage after we’ve been apart for so long. I don’t want to hurt you.”
Then, he leans forward on the bed again, bringing his lips right next to your ear.
“But I can still make you feel good.”
He prefaces the words with a powerful thrust that you don’t expect, splaying your thighs further until they’re flat against the mattress. The slide of his cock still feels so unbelievably good that even if the sudden stretch should’ve been uncomfortable, you’re too blindsided by the pleasure to notice. 
Your eyes trail across the beautiful man above you as he fucks you in his favorite position. Mingyu has always had a thing for missionary—something about wanting to see your face as he wrecks you. You think you’re starting to share the same sentiment because not only do you get to see his fat cock slide in and out of your sopping cunt, but you can admire all of him at once, as well.
The exertion in those toned arms with every forward thrust. The conspicuous outline of his pecs. That toned fucking stomach. That gorgeous fucking face, so lost in the velvet heat of your pussy—
Why did you ever think letting someone like this go was a good idea?
“You’re going to laugh at me for this but,” Mingyu breathes, chuckling to himself. “I think I’m kinda close.” 
You do laugh, but it’s quickly silenced when one of his fingers finds your clit, rubbing it in quick, precise circles like he hasn’t forgotten how to get you off after all this time.
“I am, too,” you tell him. “Cock so fucking good, you can make me come in minutes.”
Mingyu lets out another guttural noise as he presses your knees to your chest, throwing your legs over his shoulder with a look in his eyes that promises nothing but pleasure. Though his fingers have departed your puffy clit, the angle he has you bent in has his cock easily grazing your g-spot with every thrust—reducing you into a pathetic, mewling mess underneath him.
“Your pussy’s a fucking drug, babygirl,” he sighs. “Haven’t wanted anyone else after you.”
Even in your cock-drunk haze, those words bring forth some semblance of clarity within you. But it’s immediately snuffed out when Mingyu amps up the cadence of his thrusts, fucking into you with the intention of bringing you to completion at the same time he achieves it. Your eyes are screwed shut, fingers finding purchase across the ripping muscles of his back as you babble an incoherent mantra of yes, yes, so close, so fucking close, love how you fuck me, love how you make me feel full—
And then, it’s over—a white hot flash like stars bursting behind your eyelids. You curl into Mingyu’s embrace as your orgasm washes over you like a tidal wave, and he’s all too glad to help you ride it out, pistoning inside your spasming walls with a rhythm that’s starting to stagger. 
“So goddamn tight,” he growls. “Where do you want my cum, sweetheart?”
You’re still too blissed out to give him a proper response, but from the way your legs tighten themselves around his waist, Mingyu figures that that’s the green light he needs to make a mess out of you. Mingyu sighs, burying his face in the crook of your neck before biting down—his cock twitching in the heat of your cunt as his release gushes into you in thick globs.
He comes so much that when Mingyu does pull out of your abused pussy, his essence trickles out of your hole as you do your best to catch your breath. The world is just starting to return to its normal axis in your vision, and the first thing that your eyes focus on is the sight of Mingyu smiling at you so fondly, it makes your heart hurt.
The look scares you. Like he’s about to say something that you don’t know how to respond to. 
So instead of giving him any leeway for conversation, you tug him back down into a tongue-filled kiss, rubbing your ruined pussy across his still hard length as you mewl against his lips.
“More,” you whimper. “I need more, Gyu.”
And he’s all too happy to oblige.
Mingyu slides himself back inside you with an ease that wasn’t present earlier—your mixed arousal acting as a good enough lubricant to accommodate him. His erratic breathing as he fucks his cum deeper inside you only serves to turn you on even more, making another orgasm creep ever-so slightly beneath your skin. 
“Babygirl can’t get enough of this cock, can you?” he sighs. “Seems to me like your pussy never wants me to leave.”
“Yes!” you hiss, moving your hips in time with his as you desperately claw at his back. “Love your cock so much, please—”
“Come for me again, sweet thing, I know you can do it.”
It’s unbelievable how a few choice words can get your body to submit to his whims without much thought. Unlike your first orgasm, the second one that Mingyu coaxes out of you singes through every functional nerve-ending in your body—sending you into a flurry of overstimulation that has you twitching under his touch. 
Just when you thought Mingyu’s finally done with you, however, he suddenly flips you onto your stomach—pressing your chest against the mattress while your ass is high in the air. The sudden change in positions makes your head spin, but you’re too dazed to protest.
When you glance over your shoulder, he’s showing you that same smile you fell in love with a lifetime ago.
“You can give me a few more orgasms, right, baby?” 
When he slides his still hard cock along your swollen cunt, you groan into the sheets—having momentarily forgotten that Mingyu’s stamina can go until morning. If you don’t stop him now, he might actually fuck you until you black out, despite his earlier refutal.
But honestly? You’re not against the idea. Not one bit.
When you wake up the following day, it’s to cold sheets and the startling clarity of Mingyu’s absence.
You never minded living alone. You’ve been doing it since your first year of college here in Seoul. You’re used to waking up with nothing but the silence of your room to keep you company.
Even when you eventually got together with Mingyu, lonely mornings have always been a staple, especially on days where he has early schedules. It fills you with a sinking feeling to see that he isn’t with you, but you’ve learned to take it in stride. 
Besides…it’s not like you’re together anymore now.
This is what you wanted, right? For him to not treat…whatever this is as if it’s a relationship thing. The two of you were just heavily pent up, and caved into your mutual desires last night. There’s nothing more to it.
However, when you pad outside the bedroom after shrugging on a flimsy oversized shirt, the scent of pancakes and frying eggs fills your nose. When you see Namja sitting right next to a tall figure hunched over your stove, you can hardly believe your eyes.
He doesn’t notice you right away—too preoccupied with making the perfect breakfast to pick up on your presence. Namja, however, is more perceptive, glancing behind and perking up at the sight of you. He lets out an excited bark before skidding over to where you’re standing, and you crouch down to the floor so you can give him a tight hug.
“Oh, you’re awake!”
Mingyu faces you with a smile that’s nearly blinding in the morning light, a spatula in one hand and a kitchen mitt in the other. It’s the exact same scene that you’re greeted with during lazy weekends where he doesn’t have any work to do, and your chest twists yet again at the memory.
“Yeah, I am.” You smile, rubbing Namja’s belly when he sprawls himself on the floor. “What are you still doing here? Don’t you have to go back to New York tonight?”
“Yes, but it’s still morning,” he points out, and you roll your eyes.
A few minutes later, Mingyu starts to set the table while you wash your hands. He tells you about how Seungkwan doesn’t want to room with him anymore over breakfast because Mingyu takes so long to close the lights when he’s binging a new drama. You tell him to be more considerate of his roommates or they might just dropkick him off the hotel room balcony in his sleep.
When you help him put away the dishes, the sight is so…domestic, it gives you whiplash. Bumping shoulders, splashing water, stifling mutual laughter... Being with him like this, tucked in your own little pocket of happiness makes your heart soar in ways that not even mind-blowing sex can help you attain.
You pray that Mingyu doesn’t breathe a word about it, but of course things don’t always go your way.
Just when you’re about to turn around to give Namja her morning fix of dog food, you find yourself trapped between the sink and Mingyu’s arms—unable to escape the fondness in his eyes even if you tried.
“I think,” he whispers, “we can still make this work. You and me.”
You bite the inside of your cheek. “Gyu…”
You think so, too. With someone as understanding and compassionate as Mingyu, you know nothing’s impossible if you just quit being so stubborn. You were so afraid of him attempting to bring your relationship back to life last night, but…
Seeing him bathing under the sunlight in your kitchen after months of getting used to being alone again… 
Maybe it isn’t so bad to let him back inside your heart.
“O-Of course, you don’t have to answer right away,” he says, turning red in the face. Cute. “You can tell me when I get back from New York. How’s that sound?”
You’re about to open your mouth to respond, but the moment is quickly shattered by the sound of Mingyu’s phone going off. He sighs, releasing you from the figurative cage of his arms as he leans against the sink right next to you—fishing his phone from his pocket before answering it in loudspeaker.
“Kim Mingyu, where the hell are you?!”
“Good morning to you, too, Seungkwan-ah,” he chuckles. “Why? What’s wrong? I told Jeonghan-hyung I won’t be coming back to the dorms until noon.”
“Well, Jeonghan-hyung must’ve forgotten to tell everyone else because the entire dorm panicked when we realized you didn’t make it home!” the younger man squawks. “We thought something bad happened! You weren’t answering your phone last night either!” 
You and Mingyu exchanged knowing looks, and you have to stifle your laughter if you didn’t want to be on the receiving end of Seungkwan’s rage, too.
“Sorry about that, I was a little…busy,” Mingyu supplies. 
“Well, whatever you’ve been ‘busy’ with, you better get your ass back here! Manager-hyung is looking for the car you borrowed, and if you don’t bring it back soon, he’s going to give all of us an earful.”
“Fine, fine. I’ll be back in thirty. Bye, Seungkwan.”
“Hey—!” 
Mingyu ends the call with little remorse before letting out a long sigh. When his eyes dart back to yours, they flicker momentarily to your lips before he leans forward. You meet him halfway this time, pressing your mouths together in a firm kiss.
“I’ll be back,” he murmurs. “I hope you’ll still be willing to accommodate me when I do.”
Though it pains you, he peels himself away from your touch, leaning down to kiss Namja’s head as he gathers his coat in his arms. It just occurred to you that he’s been eating breakfast with you donned with the outfit he wore last night while you’re dressed in nothing but a loose, oversized shirt. The knowledge makes you blush a little.
When you hear Mingyu’s car drive away, you sigh, running your hands through your messy hair. Namja pads over to you, tail wagging as he anticipates another round of petting. Of course you indulge him.
“Kim Mingyu is such an idiot, isn’t he?” you tell your goldie, and you like to think the small huff he lets out means he’s agreeing with you. “Why wait until he comes back when I already have an answer for him?”
This time, Namja actually barks out loud, making you shake your head with a laugh.
You don’t mind waiting for Mingyu, really. He obviously doesn’t mind waiting for you. At this point, you’re at peace with the fact that you might still love him. Maybe, you never stopped loving him at all. Once he lands back in Korea and comes home to you, you promise yourself that you’ll definitely show him.
Again and again.
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this is part of the doting on you! series.
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kiibichio · 8 days
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SAY IT ✩ C. STURNIOLO
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OVERVIEW ;; last time you and your boyfriend, chris, had sex, his brothers heard you, you two played it off and managed not to get caught. but ever since, you’ve been insecure about your volume.. so you try to hide your noises, but chris fixes that.
CONTAINS ;; dom ! chris, sub ! reader, no use of y/n, begging kink (?), hella praise
mora speaks ;; so i was listening to say it by tory lanez and i thought abt this fic . then it left my mind 😭 THEN i saw an EDIT OF CHRIS to the song and i knew i just had to get this done. SO HERE WE AREE !! ENJOY 🙏🏾 (btw we jump straight into the story so buckle up)
date published ;; 3.20.24
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4:11 pm
chris slams his lips onto mine while grabbing my hips and positioning me so im straddling him.
“god, baby..” he mumbles onto my mouth, “ive been waiting to do this since you got here..”
i came over to my boyfriend, chris’, house to visit my him and my friends (nick and matt). although they left about 20 minutes after i got here. claiming they were ‘getting food’ but they would probably be a while considering they never come straight back home. chris immediately took his chance and dragged me downstairs to his room eagerly. as soon as he got in he began taking his hoodie off and throwing on the floor, followed by mine. which brings us here.
after a good 5 minutes of making out, chris stops. he realizes he hadn’t gotten a sound out of me at all, which is odd because im usually the most vocal out of us two. this whole time it’s been ‘so good baby’ and ‘i missed you so much’ combined with small whimpers and quiet groans from chris. but none from me.
“hey, you’re real quiet. something wrong, ma? is it me?” he genuinely looks at me.
i sigh. there was something wrong.
“no, no! chris, baby, you did nothing wrong. you’re doing great. it’s just..”
“you can tell me. im here to listen and i won’t judge.” chris reassures me as he rubs my shoulder
“well.. it’s just- ever since that one time last week. you know, when matt and nick heard us?”
he nods, making eye contact with me.
“ive been thinking im too loud and extra… so im trying to change that. i don’t want to be an inconvenience to everyone else.”
which was true because who wants to hear me and chris fuck everytime we do. that’s also embarrassing to deal with. getting weird looks from your friends because of something that you’re were supposed to keep private, but couldn’t because of your volume? crazy.
he stares at me for a moment. did i say something wrong? then he chuckles.
“hey! what are you laughing for? i thought you said you wouldn’t judge.” i huff, pouting my lips and crossing my arms.
he throws his head back and continues to laugh, “baby.. are you serious? matt and nick aren’t even here right now.”
i look away from him, arms still crossed.
“hey. look at me, ma.” chris grabs hold of my chin and moves it, forcing me to make direct eye contact with him, “i do not care if my brothers hear us. i swear. i want everyone to know that you’re mine and im yours. i need to hear you say it. make all the noise you want, baby.”
“are you sure, chris?” i ask hesitantly
“100% positive”
he doesn’t let me respond again and immediately starts kissing me. he moves his hands up and down my body slowly, his left hand going to my ass and the right one moving to unclasps my bra under my shirt. he breaks away and his mouth travels towards my neck and chest area.
“mmh.. chris..” i whine.
“there’s my girl, keep those same pretty noises up for me while im inside of you.” he smirks against my collarbone.
he flips us over as to where im laying down on my back and he’s hovering over me. he starts moving his face downwards, leaving a trail of kisses on my stomach behind him. he hurriedly takes my pants and underwear off with one pull.
“ready, ma?” he breathes against my heat
“mhm..” i whimper
“louder, i can’t hear you.” he says teasingly
“yes, chris, please just touch me” i say, starting to beg, which i know he likes.
“whatever you say, princess.” he gives a sly grin before completely going down on me, eating as if this is his last meal.
“ohhh… fuckkkkk, just like that chris. keep going baby.” i moan loudly
chris smirks against me. hearing my noises is just turning him on even more. this makes him move his mouth faster. he loudly slurps and licks on me, trying to get more noises out of me as he lets his own out himself. my legs start to wriggle and close a bit, trying to get more pleasure. chris takes notice of this and holds them open and still with his left hand, his right being occupied with my clit, which he was toying with at a rapid pace.
“mmh.. taste s’good, baby. s’good.” he moans, face deep in my pussy, moving and hitting all the right places. he starts to quickly motion his tongue in and out of me. hands still on my clit and legs, holding them open.
“mghh.. yes, chris right there!” i yell out as my legs start shaking “b-baby, im about to-”
“do it. cum all over my face ma.” he mumurs
with one final flick of my clit, i burst and my juices start rolling onto chris’s mouth. he happily laps all of it up.
chris lifts himself up to give me a slow, heated kiss, making me taste myself on his tongue.
“you’re so good, princess. lets see if you can be even louder.” he smirks, winking at me.
he pulls his sweatpants down, his boxers following after. he gives himself a few pumps, spreading the precum all over his dick. chris looks up at me.
“ready, baby?” he asks, sweetly, lining himself up with me.
“yes, chris.. please” i whimper
he gives a small, silent chuckle at my begging before pushing himself all the way in me. he gives me a few seconds to adjust before slamming in and out of me.
“ohhh! oh my g-god…” i moan out
“yea, baby. say it. who’s making you feel like this?” he asks, relentlessly pounding into me
“you! fuckkkkk.. you chris. only y-you baby mmm..” i yell
all that’s heard now is the sound of squelching, coming from the spot where me and chris connect, moans, groans, whimpers and whines from the both of us, and skin slapping. a few moments later, he speeds up, now rapidly thrusting against me.
“chris! oh. shit shit shit shit. b-baby im close!” i warn, my legs starting to shake and my body starting to tremble under him.
“c’mon, baby. let it all out on me.” i can tell he’s close to by the way he tightens his grip on my waist and his thrusts get faster and sloppier.
“fill me up, baby. p-please.” i request.
that sentence alone makes him cum right there. and im close behind him, letting out a pornographic moan as i let my liquids out. chris’ thrusts slow down as he lets both of us ride out our high.
he pulls out and falls beside me as we take a few moments to breathe.
“that was great, baby.” he smiles at me, turning on his side so he can look at me.
“yea, you did amazing” i reply, giving him a smile as well
“im gonna go get a towel to clean us up.” he lifts himself up and makes his way to the bathroom. he returns with a damp towel and wipes me down. after that, we both get up to get dressed and make our way back to the living room. we put on a movie and wait for matt and nick to get back.
“ma.” chris looks at me.
“yes, baby?”
“do me a favor and don’t ever hide those pretty sounds from me again.” he says
“you got it baby” i laugh as i pull him and give him a soft kiss.
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mora speaks (again) ;; lmk if you guys enjoyed this oneee. i really liked writing because this is my first chris smut ‼️ ALSO MY REQUESTS ARE OPEN SO REQUEST AWAYYY. (might take me some time to do them but i will get to them !!) TOODLES <3
tag list ;; @sturniolos-blog @mayhem-72 @hearts4chris 🍵
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hee-pster · 6 months
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。゚゚・。・゚゚。
゚。 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐞 ⨾ “𝐭𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐜” — 𝐩𝐬𝐡
𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: toxic ex!bf sunghoon x fem!reader
𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: smut, slight angst but fluff ending
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: loud music, foreign bed and millions of unspoken words .. you and your ex boyfriend sunghoon behind locked doors at a stranger's house, doing things that you most definitely shouldn't .. guess it's true that love knows no limits
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 3.5k
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: toxic relationship dinamics, sunghoon is hella jealous, hard dom!hoon but he's soft for the oc, rough s*x, unprotected s*x, a lil bit of bdsm, sorta power play, mentions of crying, breed*ng, semi public s*x, p*ssy slapping, or*l, teasing, edging, overstimulation, highly descriptive s*x, lmk if there's more
𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: hihi my loves, i'm so proud to finally post this lmao cuz this concept is quite out of my comfort zone and i have been wanting to challange myself a little! I'm hoping that i managed to do a good job and wrote something you all would like so, let me know what you think please <33 as always, hope you enjoy your reading, love u :3 ༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚ ༯
You may have done many mistakes in your life, but though the list is endless, none of them would be a match to the one you’re currently making.
It’s so wrong in so many ways, you know, yet you can’t stop yourself — you don’t want to stop yourself.
All you want to do right now is to spread your legs even further for Sunghoon, aka your ex, to have more space as he flicks his tongue against your clit for the nth time tonight, while you lay in a stranger’s bed at some random party that you’ve only come to see him.
It’s been two months since you’ve split up with Sunghoon, and considering the fact that you were the one who dumped him, it’s quite ironic how you’ve literally been chasing after him to get the smallest glimpse of what he’s been busy doing.
It is terrible, you know but, you just can’t stop missing him by your side, no matter how toxic he may have been.
And for that exact reason, you’ve been to so many parties running after your said ex, so much so that you’ve lost the track of count at some point. For an introvert, you have to say that it hasn’t been the most pleasant experience, you really never wanna do this again.
The amount of alcohol you’ve been exposed to in these past few weeks was illegal, and maybe that was the reason why you were acting like this — as if your brain is mushed into a soup in its skull.
Because why on earth are you doing letting Sunghoon, the guy who you swore that you were done with, eat your pussy out like it’s his fucking birthday cake or something?
Unfortunately you’ve got no reasonable answer to that question other than your undying feelings for him, which blossomed further more every day you spent without his presence. It’s almost like he’s engraved in you, you know, and you can’t seem shake him of off your system despite how badly you try to.
He’s a part of you now — his jealousy, his toxicity, his ego, all of it, and the more you try to push him away, the harder he pulls you back.
Guess he was right all along, you think to yourself, he really does own you.
“Gosh,” he breathes against your middle, tongue poking at the sweetness that’s oozing out of your hole, “you have no idea how much I missed your pussy, fuck,” he curses, licking up all of your leaking arousal, “can’t wait to fuck you babe, bet you missed it, yeah?”
And you can���t lie, you really did.
The look on your face as you bite on your lower lips gives him the answer he seeks, he may not be your boyfriend right now but, he’s not the one to miss the enthusiasm in your eyes, not ever.
He knows you too well for that, he’s touched you too many times for that. He has you memorized, you’re literally his.
He then rises on his feet from where was kneeling behind you on the floor, and gives your ass a sharp smack that makes you stick it up in the air even more after does so.
And gosh, he missed doing that, so fucking much.
He missed having you like this — lying with your legs fully open for him on the bed, looking so gorgeous with your skirt slid up to your waist and your panties dragged down to your knees, revealing all of your pretty parts for his eyes only.
You’re so stunning, he feels out of breath.
Sixty days, he quietly murmurs to himself, he can’t believe it’s been so long, no wonder why he craves you this much.
You know what?
Fuck the foreplay, he can’t wait any longer, he has to fuck you right freaking now.
He licks his lips as he unbuttons his designer jeans, hands shaking with excitement, and smiles at the taste of your bittersweetness that remains permanent on the tip of his tongue. Never in million years he thought he’d be drooling for a pussy, but hell, look at him now.
“Eager much?” You tease, stealing his attention from where it’s focused on his zipper that he seems to have a struggle with as you crane your neck behind, and enjoy the view of his naked abdomen.
Gosh, he’s built like a fucking greed god, you sigh.
His silky hair, his pale skin, that sharp jawline of his and the way he bites on his plump lips makes your head dizzy as he gives his full attention to the expensive piece of denim he currently battles with, the more you lower your gaze onto his buffed shoulders and then to his ripped biceps, the more you want to scream and cry.
You’ve actually dated a man that gorgeous but then dumped him because he was being “too much” with his jealousy? Unfuckingbelievable.
I’m so dumb, you think to yourself, suddenly forgetting all of the bitter memories of how he put you through hell, how he smashed your heart into million little pieces and broke you beyond repair.
But none of it matters, because as soon as his dick plops out of his tight, black boxers, those said bitter memories leave their places into the most nastiest and the most sinful ones.
The images of him pleasuring you on every available surface in your place, and then in his place day and night without a pause rushes to fill every single corner of your brain, you feel suffocated, heart beating out of your chest.
Oh and that is such a cute sight for Sunghoon’s lust filled eyes, he smiles.
“Look who’s talking,” He scoffs smugly as he pushes his boxers below his hips, and then spits on his palm before he wraps it around his thick shaft, rubbing it throughly, “having flashbacks, are we?”
It’s so pointless to deny that you don’t even bother, “Yeah.” You respond to him instead, with a broken smile that you can not just manage hide.
Because although you know that it was the right thing to do, you still regret the fact that you broke up with him. It’s been so long but you’re yet to get used to it, you just can’t, and it feels so messed up that you don’t even know what to do with yourself anymore.
Suddenly you want to cry, and seeing the corner of your eyes swelling up with tears, Sunghoon stops, then leans over to give you a small peck on the cheeks.
It pains him to see you like this, especially because he knows that he’s the reason behind the curtains. If only he’d been better, if only he’d been gentler with you … ugh, he hates himself so much.
“I’m sorry,” he softly murmurs in your ear as he hovers over your back, nuzzling his nose on the crook of your neck, “I’m so fucking sorry angel, it’s all my fault.”
“Shhh,” you shush him, no, you’re not gonna have this talk here, at a party with your naked ass grinding against his hardened cock.
You’ve heard his apologies million times already, now is really not the time, nor the place for them.
So you clear your throat and push him away, before he says some emotional shit and makes you shed your eyes on a stranger’s bed. You don’t need more embarrassment in your life, you need dick, you need his dick specifically.
“I’m fine,” you say, sniffling, “just fuck me.”
“Y/n—”
“Do as I say Hoon,” you cut his words, “or I’ll find someone else who will.”
No you won’t, that’s a bluff.
But Sunghoon doesn’t know that.
Here he goes again, fisting his hands while standing behind you, feeling crazy with that familiar toxic jealousy crippling inside of him.
His vision goes black as he pictures you with that hypothetical “someone” who is not him — and the more he imagines a stranger’s hands all over you, his lips kissing the spots that only Sunghoon sees himself worthy of, the harder he clenches his jaw, to the point where it hurts his joints.
You’re gonna find someone else, huh?
Where?
And do you really think he would let that happen?
You’re his, don’t you know that? Even when you think that you’re not, he owns you, he owns every single inch of your body.
Maybe he should remind you of that, since it seems like you’ve forgotten.
So he straightens himself back up, and uses one hand to reposition his dick at your entrance. “Spread your legs,” he orders as he spits in between your asscheeks and watches it drip down, “wider,” he adds later, after landing another sharp smack on your already reddened skin.
Once he’s satisfied with the space you’ve granted him in between your thighs, he pushes his tip through your wet folds without a warning, making you arch your back at the slight sting you feel on your walls.
Your lips envelops around his thickness so beautifully that he watches the whole process of his cock getting swollen up to the base by your cunt with an open mouth, hands gripping on both sides of your hips tightly, leaving marks of his fingertips on your body like a signature.
After what you just said about finding a replacement to do his job, he really doesn’t wanna admit it but fuck, there seriously is no better feeling on the face of earth than this — the beautiful warmth of your tight pussy.
“Oh shit,” he curses, voice hoarse, he really missed this feeling, more than words could tell.
He lets you have your moment resting your hips against his abs once you’ve taken him whole, and he can not help but to smile to himself when you look back at him, giving him that naughty grin he knows oh so well.
God, he just can not stay mad at you, it’s honestly unfair.
“Feels that good, huh?” You tease and he lets out a snort, nodding in defeat. There goes his anger, along with all of his pent up frustrations, how great.
If it was any other time, he would totally deny it by the way, just so you know.
He’s just letting you have an easy pass for this once only, because well, you’re cute, obviously.
“I’m glad,” you hum, reaching for his arm to pull him down into a cheeky kiss, “it feels so good for me as well.” you whisper against his lips, before he attaches them to yours.
The way you talk — your voice, everything about you is such a big turn on, fuck, he loves you.
“Yeah?” He mumbles, sucking on your lower lip as he gently slips his tip in and out of you, helping you adjust to his size before he sets a more satisfying pace, “Want me to make it even better?”
And you don’t even need to answer to that.
It’s so obvious from look in your eyes — from your blown out pupils, from the dirty glisten in them, that it’s exactly what you want him to do, and he doesn’t require further elaboration to waste time on before he does so.
With a pleasant smile on his face, Sunghoon returns to his old position and wraps a hand around your now quite frizzy hair, only to guarantee full control over your body before he fucks the shit out of you.
Yes, he actually does that because he secretly has a fetish for hair pulling, not that he’ll ever admit to it.
And then he begins to rock his hips against yours, putting more strength into each thrust that follows one after the other. With each push he goes deeper, faster, until he reaches the pace that makes your toes curl in pleasure.
By that time you’re a moaning mess, head thrown back with his fingers tangled in your messy strands, pulling on your roots hard enough to make you bend your back.
You’re gripping on the sheets for some sort of support but nothing works as he slams himself again and again inside you, dark eyes locked on yours, watching carefully how your face twitches in pure bliss.
With every hit, with every delicious brush of his tip against all of your sensitive spots inside, you let out the most sinful yet mouth watering whines, giving him the bestest recital experience ever.
Gosh, you feel perfect, you are perfect.
Your face, your ass, your pussy, your voice, your smile — all of you, it’s fucking perfect, safe to say that you got him addicted.
At that very moment he realizes, he can not afford to lose this again — he can not afford to lose you for the second time.
He’s gonna gain you back, he makes his mind, he doesn’t know how yet but, he’s for sure not gonna give up until you accept him back into your life.
“Shit .. S-Sunghoon!”
Thanks to the screechy yelp of his name, Sunghoon’s trance ends on a rather quick note, and so he clears his throat, before he leans in to mark your neck with the prettiest shade of purple.
“Yes, love?”
The nickname — my god you’re going to be crazy.
You gulp down — ouch, your throat is so dry, and try your best to gather your words into a sensible sentence. “A-almost .. th-there.” is the best you can let out with your cracking voice, and it’s a little embarrassing that you’re so brain fucked already but, I guess that can’t be helped since we’re talking about Sunghoon here.
“Already?”
Of course he teases, and to be fair, he has every right to because you can only imagine how ridiculous you look right now — face smashed into the sheets with your ass up in the air as you get your back blown up by your ex that you allegedly hated with your whole chest.
Well, what can you say, lying has never been your strongest suit.
“Missed my cock that bad, huh babe?”
Truth to be told, you did.
But he doesn’t have to know that.
I mean it’s so obvious that he probably already does know but still, you decide to remain silent at his half rhetorical question, and choose to focus on your intensely building up orgasm instead.
Your legs are trembling, your muscles are spasming, your pussy is clenching so much that Sunghoon struggles to keep a decent rhythm and judging by the throaty groans he lets out, you can tell that he’s close to his high as well.
And hell, you want to make him cum so bad.
You want to have him fill you up with his babies, you want to have him stuff you full — you want him to breed you in as if you’re nothing more than his little fucktoy to play with.
You literally crave it.
And so you beg, “Harder!” as you lift your hips to give him an even better angle, “Faster, please Hoon!” you scream, pursuing him to give you more, though you’re not even sure if you can take it.
But he is.
He’s sure that no matter what, you can take whatever he gives you — you’re his good girl, his baby, the love of his life, a pair of wobbly legs could never be enough to stop you.
You may be biting on the pillows and choking on your own spit right now — you may be two steps away from literally fainting but the last thing you want is for him to stop, and Sunghoon knows it, he feels it in the way you clench around his shaft.
He really doesn’t exaggerate when he says that your pussy is the best he’s ever had, cause look at him, it’s been barely twenty minutes and he’s already spilling his hot seeds right onto your cervix.
“Ah fuck, ” he hisses, head falling back as he stops and gives you a few soft thrusts before he pulls out, “you feel so good babe, you feel too good.” he mumbles out, not forgetting to compliment you.
He watches the way his cum leaks out of you with a proud smile, and after giving your left cheek a mouthful kiss, he brings his two fingers to smear it all over your throbbing hole.
“Your cunt is so fucking tiny,” he comments with a hint of admiration in his tone — oh, he is amused, “can’t even take up my cum.” He adds, smacking your already highly sensitive, stiffened clit.
To say that you almost collapse at the intense sting you feel wouldn’t be a lie, Sunghoon realizes, and giggles as he hugs your waist to keep your hips in position.
He can not let go of you yet, after all, you have to cum first.
So he brings his hand up for the second time, and hits the exact same spot as before, making you shriek his name helplessly.
“Sunghoon— fuck!” is all you manage to let out before he goes ahead, and buries his whole face at your dripping wetness, sucking on your abused bundle of nerves shamelessly.
The fact that he basically tastes his own cum on your pussy is a bit gross, but it’s also kind of hot so, the ratio is balanced you may say, at least on his terms.
Don’t judge him, please.
I know him and his taste is a bit over the usual, but trust, he knows what he's doing.
He knows how to make things work.
Because at the end, he gets what he wants, in a better way than he can even imagine. You cum, slightly squirting on his face not after a minute later, thighs pressed together with his head in between as the wave of pure pleasure washes over you.
Bingo.
“There you go,” he mumbles, smirking against your wet folds, “that’s it, good girl.”
Ugh, that fucking nickname, gives you goosebumps every time, you hate it.
You hate him.
However, you allow him to use his tongue over a towel to clean you up, in fact, you mentally thank him for doing so, because god do you love being overstimulated.
Yeah, maybe you’re not any better than him anyways.
And after he completes his task quite successfully, Sunghoon climbs over your body, and then drops himself right next you on the silky sheets.
He feels exhausted yet happy, and maybe a little … peaceful? He doesn’t know for sure, he’s not really familiar with that feeling.
Which is why he begins to panick, because of the silence. It just feels so unusual that it stresses him out, triggers his anxiety and before he knows, he starts doing the thing that he always does whenever he gets nervous — chewing on his bottom lip.
“Don’t do that.” You warn him, but he doesn’t get the context,
“Do what?” He asks, with the cutest scowl on his face.
“Your lips,” you sigh, reaching out to stop him, “you’re chewing on them again.”
“Fuck, sorry,” he murmurs, quickly fixing himself, “I was just a little—” he pauses, hesitantly looking in your eyes, “I am a little . . anxious right now, uhm,” he clears his throat, wondering why he feels so vulnerable all of a sudden, “so I didn’t realize, sorry.”
“Anxious? You?”
“Mhm.”
“About what?”
“You,” he gulps down, “and me, us.”
You sigh, rolling over to your back on the bed. “Me too,” you whisper, eyes solely focused on the ceiling as your heart beats the wall of your chest violently, “I’m worried about that too.”
“Do you regret doing this?” He suddenly asks, and you can literally sense his worry behind the strong barrier of his deep, manly voice.
God, he really hopes that you say no, he’s going crazy.
“No,” you response with a broken smile, “I want to, but I can’t,” you add, letting out a tired exhale, “guess I still love you too much for that.”
“You do?”
He sounds so surprised, what a moron, you think, you just let him fuck you on a stranger’s house filled with people that you don’t even know, and he’s still asking.
Typical for Sunghoon, and his underdeveloped frontal lobe.
You give him a silent nod, which leads a smile to grow on his face. This is the perfect timing, he thinks at that very moment, and scoots over before he speaks.
“Is it enough to gain me another chance?” he nearly whispers, cheeks reddening up at the way you stare in his eyes, gosh, he’s gonna have a heart attack.
“A-at being your boyfriend a-again, I mean,” he explains with a rush, stuttering on his words, “cause I .. uhm, I love you too still, so much.”
Butterflies.
You feel butterflies all over your body.
Obviously it's not your first time hearing him say that he loves you, but for sure it feels better than ever after such a long time of being seperated.
Yeah alright, you're simp, so what?
“Maybe,” you reply, leaning into his flushed face with a grin you can’t hold back on your face, “if you promise not to fuck it up again.”
And he laughs, lord, he looks the cutest with those fangs peeking under his plump lips, you're gonna combust.
“I promise,” He then says in a heartbeat, pecking your lips gently, “I’ll be so good to you baby, all the time, I promise.”
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Make It Worth It
Pairing: Moonknight trio x Reader
Word Count: 3.5k
Warnings: So many okay; body worship, HEAVY praise, multiple orgasms, oral (f,m receiving) unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it <3), creampie, hella petnames, fingering, kinda marking too, oh and cockwarming, a lil bit of a jealousy thing going, vague mentions of injuries
Genre: fluff & smut
Summary: The idea of you going on a date makes your friend confess feelings you didn't know they had
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Meeting Marc Spector was something you'd consider a total fluke. A mishap with his suit had him limping down the street hardly able to hold himself up. Against... probably your better judgment, you brought him to your apartment- patched him up, got him some food, and let him crash on your couch. He was gone before you woke up in the morning and you honestly expected never to see him again. A couple of weeks later though he popped by to say thank you and introduce himself, you told him he could stop by if he needed help again. You didn't think he'd take you up on the offer but you were fast friends as you became his only confidante. Apparently, the vigilante life is not conducive to friendships, especially when you share your life with another; Steven Grant.
It was a while before Marc told you about Steven and you liked to call him Marc's best kept secret, considering Steven doesn't even know about it. It took even longer for you to meet Steven. Another mishap with Marc's suit had him frantically banging on your balcony door one night. You pulled open the door and he'd practically fallen into your apartment.
"Y/n! Hey!" He groaned.
"Jeez! I thought that stupid bird was meant to protect you Marc!" You crossed your arms.
"Help now, be mad later. Oh! And if I wake up and I'm not me, lie." He barely got the last bit out before he practically fell on you.
"Heavens above you still haven't told him the truth?" You groaned technically to yourself as you shoved a now unconscious Marc onto your couch. Even with him passed out you'd gotten more than enough practice patching him up that you had it so down that you were quick and efficient. He was out for quite some time afterwards, you even made dinner before he suddenly startled awake.
"Who are you? Where am I? What are you doing here?" The unfamiliar British accent immediately told you that night that Steven had woken up instead of Marc.
"Um- this is my apartment so that's where you are, I live here so that's what I'm doing here and my name is y/n. You're Steven right?"
"How did you know my name?" He'd looked at you suspiciously.
"I- I looked at your wallet for ID?" He does have his wallet on him so that lie was totally believable.
"Well why am I here?" 
That was the question you were dreading from the moment Marc passed out on you.
"You were hurt so I brought you here."
"Hurt? Hurt how?"
"I- I didn't see it happen. You were hurt when I got to you." You shrugged. It wasn't technically a lie. You didn't see Marc get hurt. The answer seemed to satisfy Steven at the time but maintaining separate friendships with Marc and Steven wasn't something you wanted to keep up long term. Hence, with some gentle nudging, Marc eventually revealed himself to Steven and you ended up having to help the duo navigate the new dynamic.
However, where you thought Steven was Marc's best kept secret; a new player had him beaten. A secret so well kept Marc didn't even know until after you did. And his name was Jake Lockley. Meeting him had actually happened intentionally on his end. Apparently tired of watching the back and forth between you and his alters he stepped in to meet you himself. You'll admit you and Marc toed the line pretty much since you met, flirting with each other but not obvious enough to change your dynamic, and once Steven got comfortable with you it was only too fun to tease him. So in came Jake; the hidden protector, questioning you and ultimately deciding you were safe for them to be around. He even trusted you enough to facilitate his introduction to the other two. Now you've got the whole trio you can call friends and they often tell you how instrumental they consider you in maintaining stability in their shared life. You really enjoy having them around most of the time even with how chaotic it can be covering for, patching up, and keeping track of their system.
Tonight, while you're finishing your makeup for a date, you hear a knock from the living room. You're not expecting anyone right now so when you leave your room and find Moonknight on your balcony you're not exactly surprised. You open the door and the suit disappears as he walks into your apartment.
"What're you all dressed up for?" Marc asks taking in your outfit.
"Hello to you too Marc." You roll your eyes.
"Hello. What're you all dressed up for?"
"I have a date tonight." You say with a shrug heading back to your room knowing Marc will follow you.
"A date? What date? You didn't tell me about any date."
"I don't have to tell you about dates."
"Why wouldn't you tell me though?"
"It's a first date Marc I'm not getting married. You're making it a much bigger deal than it is."
"It is a huge deal. You haven't been on a date since we met!"
"Thank you for pointing out that Marc yes this is my first date in a while. Did you come here for a reason? Doesn't that bird of yours have errands for you?"
"I always come here when I'm done with Khonshu's stuff. This is why it's a big deal you didn't tell me about this date. It throws off our routine!"
"Marc you coming here to eat my food after running around for skelo-bird is not set in stone."
"It is set in stone. If it wasn't we wouldn't do it every time."
"Well it's still early, so when I finish my date I'll text you and you can come back over and your routine will be fine."
"That's not the same."
"I dunno what to tell you sweetie, I have to leave, I'm meeting this guy in like 10 minutes."
"Don't go."
"Marc!"
"Come ooon I'm way more fun than whoever this random guy is anyway."
"You don't even know him."
"Neither do you. So stay."
"Let me get this straight, you want me to cancel my first date in over a year because it's more important that we watch a movie while you eat leftovers? Call me crazy but I'd personally rank those a little differently."
"I want you to cancel your first date in over a year because I don't want you to go on a date."
"Okay I know we're close but I feel like that's crossing a line a little bit. That's not really up to you."
"Princessa, are you intentionally misunderstanding him?" Jake's sudden appearance only further confuses you.
"No Jake. I genuinely have no idea what the deal is here and at this rate, I'm going to be late so one of you better start talking straight."
"He's jealous. He doesn't want you going on a date with anyone that's not... us, really. None of us do."
"All of this is about a crush? Bring Marc back out here." You roll your eyes.
"Look I did not send Jake out here to speak for me!"
"You are such a dunce." You smack his chest lightly.
"What?!"
"You don't want me to go on this date because you three like me and you couldn't just say that?"
"I dunno I guess I just didn't want to risk what we've already got, as friends." He says sheepishly.
"Say the words."
"What?"
"Say exactly why you don't want me going on this date and I'll cancel."
"I don't want you to go on this date because I have feelings for you. Stay home. I can make it worth it in any way you ask."
"Any way that I ask?"
"I'll worship you like a god if you want me to."
"Won't that make that silly old bird of yours a little jealous?"
"Let him be if he is. All that matters is you not going on this date and me showing you my gratitude."
"Alright, I'll call and cancel the date."
"Don't bother. Who cares if he gets ghosted?"
"First of all, I'm nice so I care; secondly that's the shit that gets women stalked."
"Oh please, as if he'd ever be able to hurt you with us around." Marc scoffs.
"Okay, bodyguard. The call will take less than two minutes and you'll have my attention the rest of the night." You say grabbing your phone and stepping into the living room. You notice Marc following you as you call your date.
"Hello?" 
"Lewis! Hi, I'm sorry to do this so last minute but something has come up and I'm not going to be able to make it to dinner."
"Oh. Is everything alright? Do you need anything?"
"Uh- thanks but I'll be fine! I just gotta take care of a thing and I didn't wanna leave you sitting there waiting."
"Yeah no, thanks for letting me know. We can reschedule."
"Sure! Soon as I get a handle on things I'll reach out to reschedule." You say, ignoring the look Marc gives you.
"Alright no problem. Good luck with your thing." Lewis says before hanging up.
"You aren't actually rescheduling with him, are you?" Marc asks you.
"Probably not." You shrug.
"Probably?!"
"I already canceled the date for you once."
"You making this hard for me on purpose sweetheart?"
"Not at all. Just not sure how things are gonna go." You smile.
"How things are gonna go? I'm gonna show you that canceling that silly date was the right idea and that you don't need anyone other than us."
"Us? Steven and Jake are in on this too?"
"Of course they are."
"Well, that's a big promise Marc, how do you plan to show me all of that?"
"I'm going to start by kissing you. Is that okay?" Marc asks, pulling you towards him with an arm around your waist.
"Absolutely." You say draping your arms over his shoulder. Marc's free hand comes up behind your head as he kisses you hard. You gasp against his lips and he uses the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. Without warning, Marc lifts you into his arms and easily carries you back to your room, not even phased when you pull away from the kiss to squeal. He tosses you onto your bed and climbs over you with a smile.
"You have no idea how crazy we are about you." Marc breathes out, trailing kisses down to your neck.
"Crazy about me? Is that right?" You ask, a moan punctuating your question as Marc latches onto a particularly sensitive spot to turn purple.
"Completely." He says softly, staring at you so intently you pull him towards you for another kiss to escape the look in his eyes. Marc pulls away to tug your already bunched up dress over your head, leaving you in your bra and panties as he looks you over. "Fucking hell you're even more gorgeous than I could've imagined." Marc groans.
"You spend a lot of time thinking about me naked darling?" You can't help but chuckle at the thought as you take the moment of silence on his end to pull his shirt over his head and drag your nails down his chest appreciatively.
"I plead the fifth." Marc groans and moves to litter your chest in more patches of red and purple as he reaches under you to unhook your bra. His hands cover your breasts as soon as they're free, palms kneading the flesh while fingers toy with nipples. The sudden onslaught of stimulation has little whimpers falling from your lips that Marc decides he can't get enough of. He pulls one of your nipples between his lips, sucking, nipping, and tonguing at it to test your reactions, discovering all the sounds you make from this alone. "You make such cute little noises." He chuckles switching from one nipple to the other, pulling all the same sounds from you. Eventually, Marc trails his kisses down your stomach, soft and slow, like he has all the time in the world. "So pretty." He whispers. He pulls your panties down your legs, kissing your thighs on the way down and back up. "I'm so going to enjoy this." Marc says before burying his head between your legs. He licks a hard stripe between your folds that makes you moan and his arms wrap around your thighs before you can even squirm. Marc's tongue swirls around your clit as he watches you, testing what pulls the best reaction from you. When a certain rhythm has your fingers tugging at his hair he settles into it, intent on making you cum like that. Whimpers and cries fall from your lips in quick succession as he sucks and laps at your sensitive bundle of nerves. You writhe and grind against him, although his grip on your thighs restricts your movement as he works you quickly towards an orgasm.
"Holy fuck Marc!" You groan, throwing your head back and pulling almost too hard at his curls but the man between your legs only lets out a pleased growl at the action. "Fuck I'm close." You pant out and Marc wraps his lips securely around your clit, sucking harshly until your legs tense and your orgasm crashes into you with a silent scream. Marc doesn't even let you fully ride out the high before his fingers slide into your opening. He curls the two digits just right and you can feel the pull in your abdomen when he brushes the spot inside you. Your back arches into him as he works you open with his fingers, his tongue still lapping at your clit, determined to pull another orgasm from you. Your second orgasm hits you faster than the first your entire body twitching while you let out the prettiest whine Marc's ever heard.
"My goodness." Although the voice is muted in your pleasure fogged brain, you don't miss the accent in his words.
"Steven?!" You blink at him, chest still heaving slightly as you try to catch your breath. His eyes are as wide as saucers as he takes in the situation he's just been thrown into.
"Hi. I can't imagine Marc did this on purpose I-" Steven's words trail as his head snaps to the mirror hanging on your closet door. "He did this on purpose." Steven looks at you and then back at the mirror. "Why would you do that Marc?!" You pull his gaze back to you by grabbing his chin,
"Steven, calm down." You say.
"Clearly I've missed a lot because how did you two even end up like this?" Steven asks and your giggle at his confusion quickly turns into a whimper when the action makes you distinctly aware of his fingers still buried inside you. "My god, help me." Steven breathes out at the sound from your lips. "If this was your act of gratitude why am I here?!" Steven asks to the mirror and you suppose Marc told him how you, in his words, ended up like this. Steven makes a face at whatever Marc says next and then turns to you with a look you can only describe as curious. Before you can question it, his fingers inside you move tentatively, making you moan. He's less sure of himself than Marc had been but he watches intently as he slowly strokes your inner walls, enjoying the way you react to him. "You're absolutely breathtaking."
"And you, are simply adorable." You say bringing him down to kiss him. Steven is obviously much more nervous than Marc was and you take the lead in the kiss. You can taste yourself on his lips as you explore his mouth with your tongue. It seems your reactions feed his confidence as his fingers gain speed the longer you kiss him and soon you're moaning too much to actually do it properly.
"I love the sounds you make." Steven sighs. You pull his fingers from you before he can make you cum again and he pouts at you until you guide the fingers between your lips. You suck them clean, enjoying the way Steven takes a shaky breath at the action. You use one hand to undo his jeans and pull them down his legs, pulling his fingers out of his mouth for him to get up and shove them the rest of the way down with his boxers. You lean forward and take Steven into your mouth, swallowing him down as far as you can.
"Oh god." Steven groans and his eyes roll as he tosses his head back. You bob your head up and down his length, swirling your tongue as you go, enjoying the way he moans and shivers.
"I love the sounds you make too darling." You hum dragging your tongue along the vein that runs the underside length of his dick. Steven hisses and you wrap your lips around him again.
"Holy hell you're... really good at this." Steven's praise is breathy and stuttery. You take him all the way into your mouth, feeling him in the back of your throat. Rather suddenly, you feel his fingers in your hair tugging you off of him.
"Now, it was my understanding that we were meant to be showing you gratitude." Your ears perk up hearing the accent change.
"Jake, yeah so I've been told." You hum.
"And yet here you are pleasing Steven instead of him worshiping you." Jake's thumb rubs along your bottom lip.
"Steven is just so much fun to tease." You smile.
"Tease him later princessa, tonight is about you. How lucky we are to have you in our life. How much of an honor it is to kiss you, to touch you, to please you." Jake intentionally speaks slowly, staring at you intently.
"You are... very good with words." You muse.
"Have our actions not supported them?"
"Marc definitely, and Steven- before I got my hands on him, yes. You however haven't done anything but talk." You smirk at him.
"Tell me what you want from me and it's yours. Anything you ask." Jake says.
"In other circumstances that would be... a dangerous promise to make. But tonight, I just want you inside me. I want you to make me cum on your dick."
"With pleasure." Jake pushes you onto your back and tugs your legs to pull you towards him. He wastes no time lining himself up with your entrance and thrusting into you. Your back immediately arches at the fullness of Jake bottoming out and you can't help but moan. "Fuck you're so wet." He groans dropping his head to your shoulder for a moment. Jake sets a rhythm of sharp thrusts, deep but quick.
"Sh-shit Jake! Feels so good." You whine, dragging your nails down his back. He hisses at the sting and his thrusts pick up speed.
"God y/n you're perfect. So gorgeous. Taking this dick like you were made for us." Jake huffs out. One of his hands reaches between your bodies, finding your clit with ease. You squirm against his ministrations moaning as he drives into you repeatedly. "That's it princessa, moan for me, sounds so nice." He grits out, rubbing circles against your bundle of nerves. You grind against him, trying to bring your orgasm on quicker. "Cum for me sweetheart, let me feel you let go around me. Please mi vida." Jake sweetly kisses you as he practically begs for your orgasm and a few thrusts later you're falling over the edge, nails digging into his back as he watches the way pleasure washes over your face. Once your eyes slowly peel open, Jake tightens his grip on your hips and changes the pace of his thrusts, slowing down now.
"You're gonna cum inside me aren't you Jake?" You ask with a pout specifically to get what you want.
"Mierda." Jake's eyes close for a moment. "Is that what you want princessa?"
"Yes Jake, please."
"I told you I'd give you whatever you ask me for." Jake shifts slightly before picking up the pace of his thrusts, they're sloppier now as he focuses on chasing his own release. "I'll pump you so fucking full, you'll be leaking. Fuck you'll look even prettier dripping like that."
"Please Jake, give it to me. Fill me up baby." You whine, grinding against him. His hips stutter and stop buried inside you and you the warmth of his orgasm inside you makes you moan. Before Jake can twist to lay beside you, you pull him onto you comfortable with the weight of him on you. "Don't move yet, let's just- lay like this for a bit, please." You say.
"Thank fuck you didn't go on that stupid date." Jake mutters and you giggle a little.
"Thank fuck you said something or I would've."
"Well, did we make it worth the stay?" "I'd say so." "Good. After a nap you can discuss the details, probably with Steven, he'll have the most to say." Jake mumbles into your neck.
"I'll have to talk to each of you ya know." You say.
"Sure but start with him. All I have to say is I think you're perfect, and we'd be lucky if you date us."
"You're not the only lucky ones." You say kissing the side of his face. Yeah. It might have been by pure chance that you crossed paths with Marc over a year ago but you're glad the rest of your decisions landed you here. Even if it's not the trajectory you saw that first interaction leading to, definitely worth it.
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thebucketpail · 11 months
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When You Accidentally Kill a Clown pt. 2
Pt. 1 Ao3
I couldn't let the brain rot die
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Breath Danny, this is all fine. This was however not fine. Danny stared, mouth agape, food untouched, as The RED godamned HOOD sat across from him tearing into a burger and fries. The man had taken off his helmet and almost sent Danny into a panic before seeing he had another mask underneath. Which, honestly, shouldn’t be surprising, from what Tucker’s told him these bats are hella secretive and have an insane amount of contingencies. He thought back to the time when Tucker had tried installing similar plans in case of emergency, which mostly fell through after like two attacks. Only a few plans survived and receive semi-regular upkeep.
“Dude you gonna eat that or what?” Danny was pulled from their thoughts by the vigilante sitting across from them. Right, that. As a response they lifted a couple fries to his mouth and Ancients these are good. Hood let out a chuckle at whatever face Danny had pulled, before his voice turned a bit more serious.
“So how’d you come across the Joker? Much less put a crater in his gut?” Ah, so this was an interrogation, Danny can do an interrogation. He swallowed a few more fries before responding.
“Um, well, I was just walking back to my dorm, and the guy jumped out of an alley and grabbed me. He started talking about the Waynes and… some other stuff. So I panicked and then he was dead.” Danny trailed off, stuffing the burger in his mouth to avoid talking more. And if it weren’t for his nerves this burger would have tasted amazing, but at this moment it was just a burger.
Hood nodded, “And the smoking crater? Are you a meta or something?” And there was the question Danny constantly thinks about because yes, technically he would be considered a meta, after all his dad and his sister both have the gene so it would be so easy to explain away his powers like that. But it felt so much like a lie. Like he was denying the fact of his true nature. But Danny also really didn’t feel like explaining the complexities of ghosts at whatever Ancients forsaken time it is, to the Red Hood, over a burger and shakes. So he nodded, gesturing flippantly with his hand in a vague either or motion.
Hood looked weary but took the answer nonetheless. “I took care of the body and called some friends. Do you mind if I tell them who did it or would you like to keep it under wraps?” He said, leaning back in the booth.
“Umm,” Danny ducked his head and dropped his hand to his lap, “I’d rather not have my name or face publicized, if that's alright.” Hood Hmm’d in agreement before tilting his head to one side, A smile smile tug at the corner of his lips which, if Danny wasn’t under an intense amount of stress right now, would actually be kind of cute.
“Speaking of,” Hood said, his tone shifting to something Danny couldn’t detect, “I don’t believe I got your name.” and that’s a lie, Danny had told him in the alley way. But then, Hood had been in a bit of shock so maybe he forgot?
“It’s Danny,” Danny said again, a bit more sure this time, “Danny Fenton.” He paused for a moment before tacking on “ He/ they” and holding out his hand for Hood to shake.
That smile on the vigilantes face grew more as he took Danny’s hand, “Hood, he/him. Pleasure to make your acquaintance” was that a wink? It was hard to tell with the domino mask, but did RED HOOD just fucking wink at them.
“So how old are you Danny? You said you were heading back to your dorm, are you a student?”
It took a few moments for their brain to catch up before Danny replied, “Yeah, I just turned 20, I’m starting my first semester at Gotham U in a couple days. I’ve uhh,” Danny ducked his head again, reaching to rub at the back of his neck, “I’ve only actually been in Gotham for like three days.” he muttered sheepishly. Looking back up at Hood through his bangs.
“You’ve only been in Gotham for for three days,” hood whispered to himself, his brows drawing together in confusion, “And you killed the Fucking Joker???” He half shouted, incredulously.
Danny’s Head shot around scanning the dingy burger joint, no one seemed to have noticed. Hood looked apologetic, then a war of emotions fluttered across his face before that smile, that Danny had now decided is definitely cute (Cause that’s not a lot to unpack), crept its way back onto the man’s face.
“So what do you study?” Hood asked, resting his chin on his hand and tilting his head just slightly.
Danny fought the blush threatening to creep up their face because no, no this serial killer crime boss is not cute you absolute idiot. And instead they launched into an explanation of how theyŕe majoring in Aerospace engineering and Astronomy, because this is his obsession and he could talk about his obsession all day if he could.
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Jason stared at the man before him, excitedly explaining a bunch of star stuff that, to be honest, he didn’t really understand. But this man was so goddamn cute. Danny apparently is the kind of person that talks with their hands when they get excited, because the wild gestures they were making only managed to captivate Jason more.
The two talked for almost another hour before Jason had to drop them off at their dorm because, “You almost got murdered once tonight and you got lucky, I’m going to escort you home whether you like it or not.” before returning to his patrol route.
He made a mental note while he was beating up a potential mugger, to look into this Danny Fenton, to maybe meet in civvies, because there is no way Jason is going to lose this guy.
Pt. 3
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Crazy? I was crazy once
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Slippy Sloppy
MK1 smut with Bi Han
TW: sex (18+), bathtub sex, slight degrading, overstimulation, AFAB reader, dom!bi-han, sub!reader, riding
A/N: Y’all I’m like hella sick so I have nothing better to do than write more Bi Han smut but also like ngl y’all should add me on discord cause I’m mad bored if you cant tell- seraphfrfr - but enjoy <3
You just wanted to set a warm hot bath for your husband after he came home from a dangerous mission, but he had other plans.
You helped your husband undress and sink into the bathtub. Sitting at the bathtub's edge, you began to rub his tense back.
He let out a low groan. "Have you been well during my absence?" He asked, closing his eyes and trying to relax under my hands.
"Of course I have, my love," You replied with a short smile. Your fingers turned him into putty under your hands. It was silent for a few minutes. Bi Han enjoyed your presence. "I'll give you space so you can unwind," You spoke warmly, pulling your hands away, but he gently grabbed your wrist.
"Join me," He looked up at you.
"Join you?" You repeated. "Are you sure? I don't wanna disturb you."
"You're disturbing no one. Now come," Bi Han spoke, letting go of your wrists.
You hesitated for a moment before giving in to his request. Slowly, you removed your clothes and slid into the warm water, your back pressed against his chest as he wrapped his arms around you. The water was soothing, and the warmth of his embrace made you feel safe and loved.
His hands wandered to your breasts, giving them a light squeeze. You couldn't help but blush and playfully slap his arm.
He chuckled into your ear, sending butterflies into your stomach. "I missed you," He whispered, roughly massaging your breasts.
"I-I missed you too," You mumbled, focusing on how his fingers rolled your nipples.
One of his hands went under the water, spreading your thighs just enough where he had access to your clit. Bi Han began rubbing your bundle of nerves.
You moaned softly, gripping his arm still on your chest.
You felt him slightly rub his dick against your back, sending shivers down your spine.
"Turn," He commanded you, and you listened, turning around to face him. The water sloshed side to side. "So beautiful," He spoke, admiring your face. "Did you toy with yourself to me whilst I was away?"
You wrapped your arms around his neck. "Bi Han," You whined at his teasing.
His hand went to grip your jaw, making you look at him. "Tell me, did you?" He asked.
"I just missed you so much…" You admitted.
"You little whore, couldn't wait until I got back?" He spoke. "I'll show you what you were missing."
With that, he lifted you, positioned his dick under you, then slowly slid it into you.
A moan escaped your mouth. Bi Han let you adjust to his size again, but not for long since he began moving you. You helped him gain a rhythm. His lips crashed against yours, pulling you into a vigorous kiss.
"Your pathetic fingers could never compare to me," He grunted, his hands resting on my hips, aiding me up and down.
"No-No, never," You moaned. The water splashed out of the tub as your movement got desperate. You were on the verge of release and didn't care about the mess you were creating.
"Come for me, show me how good I feel," He spoke, his deep voice leading to your release. You came around his cock, stopping momentarily before Bi Han's hand slid under your thigh, pushing you up and down. "I'm not done," He grumbled.
You whined, feeling your overstimulation take over.
But it was only a short time before he joined you. The way you looked at him so pathetically was enough to make him want to cum. He pushed you deep down on his cock, pumping his cold fluids deep inside you. You rested your head against him, panting as he wrapped his arms around you, kissing your forehead.
Good luck cleaning, considering you'll be at it for a good hour.
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starlight51 · 6 days
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The Vees X Reader using the silent treatment
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︴Notes - Hey everyone!! This was an idea that a friend of mine gave me, and I needed to write because she was beginning to like the Vees so like 😁😁 anyways I hope y'all enjoy it!
︴Content - Headcanons of Vox, Velvette and Valentino X Reader who used the silence treatment after a fight.
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Vox doesn't like to have the feeling his the wrong one, so after fighting with you he expects you to be the one reaching out to him.
But you just don't.
Vox waits for you the whole day, and you never show up to even say a good morning!
When he finds you watching TV, he goes to talk to you, but the fact that you ignore him makes Vox freeze.
I mean, he was never really ignored, and the fact you, as his partner, did this was like denying candy to a spoiled child.
He spent a whole 10 minutes trying to talk to you and no matter what he said you didn't even looked at his face for a single moment.
Vox was almost losing his sanity as he decided to say the one thing he knew was going to destroy his ego.
He remembered that earlier that day you asked Vox to go out with you, but he told you he was busy.
Obviously you said that he was always working and that 10 minutes wouldn't make his business go down.
He just ignored you and continued working, without even saying no again.
Knowing what happened he decided to apologize to you.
"Listen uh, I'm... I'm sorry okay? I should've considered your feelings more."
The moment he finished saying you turned around to look at him with a smile.
"See, now that wasn't so hard, was it? But I forgive you Vox. "
That's how Vox never ignored you anymore without a good reason.
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Velvette sometimes doesn't even notice that what she says can hurt people.
And that includes you. She wasn't really used to dating someone and this made her be a bit insensitive sometimes.
Velvette never pays attention to what she says until she went to talk to you and you just, ignored her.
She was so confused, she thought you didn't heard what she said.
But when she already repeated the same thing 5 times, Velvette knows you're doing it on purpose.
And she has no fucking idea on why!
That fact already makes her stressed all day because you never even glanced at her.
So she tried to remember everything that happened all day that could've made you like that.
That's when Velvette remembered that she told you how your outfit didn't match at all and it was really ugly. And she didn't saw how sad you got when she said that.
"Hey honey, I'm sorry about earlier. I didn't noticed that what I said was hurtful."
Velvette is definetly the one who tries the best to apologize to you, even if it hurts a bit inside lmao.
You wanted no time on hugging her when she finished it.
"I forgive you Vel, just try to watch your words better 'kay?"
Velvette only laughed it off, and every time you ignored her, she knew that she had to try harder on thinking before speaking.
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Valentino can have a hard time respecting people's boundaries, and even if he tries his best with you, it's still... In progress.
Especially with how easily angry he gets. Valentino can't take a no without getting annoyed.
Of course, with you it's better, he actually tries to be a good partner for you.
But sometimes he let his emotions take over him, which leads to situations like this.
Valentino was going to kiss you and be all clingy to you, but he was hella confused when you walked past him.
He quickly walked to your direction to ask you what happened but you never took your eyes off the cellphone.
Even when he grabbed it off your hand, you just kept walking. And that made him both confused and mad.
He tried a lot of things but you never talked to him, until he remembered what had happened earlier.
Val was stressed and that made him yell at you when you got inside his studio without asking him first.
He never says sorry, so apologising to you was a bit awkward.
"Amorcito, please don't be mad at me. I was just stressed, you didn't asked me to go there. Can you forgive me Amor?"
His apology was definetly a bit weird but you knew that's just how he was, and you kissed him before answering.
"Of course Val, just try to be more patient next time."
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teamatsumu · 5 months
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kinktober 2023 -> day 29
brat taming - kita shinsuke x reader
word count: 681
warnings: nsfw, smut, swearing, slight degradation, domination, kita being hella assertive
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Kita Shinsuke had a code.
He lived his life a certain way. A strict routine, repetition, a schedule he adhered to. There was a reason he was so meticulous in everything he did. He held himself to a high standard, and he expected that his actions would reflect said standard.
He also held you to a standard, and when you decided that you wanted to be a brat, he was more than willing to put you in your place and remind you how things need to be.
“Help me understand,” he murmured, voice almost inaudible due to your loud pants and whimpers. “What was going on in your head? What were you planning to achieve?”
You struggled in his grip again, though it was in vain considering the iron hold Kita’s arm had around your waist. His body served as your wall, steady and unwavering, holding you against him, your poor legs flailing on either side of his waist, trying and failing to squirm away from the rough fingers plunging in and out of you. Tears ran down your cheeks, the stimulation bordering on painful, yet Kita didn’t relent.
Everything about this was deliberate, as expected from someone like Kita. All the lights were on, a cool breeze was blowing in from the open window, covering your naked body with goosebumps. Kita was fully clothed, of course on purpose, making sure you felt that slight twinge of humiliation, a payback for how he had felt in front of his friends because you had been teasing him all night, leaving him with a very noticeable boner.
“And ya still won’t apologize.” He continued talking. “I’m surprised. See, I was sure ya knew better, sweetheart. Was sure I had taught ya better. I don’t tolerate bad behavior.”
You only continued to twitch and jerk, focused solely on the thick, calloused fingers moving inside you, burying knuckle-deep only to pull out, scraping your walls as he did, digging back in and hitting your g-spot until you cried out. It repeated, over and over, and you knew it wouldn’t stop. Not until you surrendered to him, until you apologized and admitted you were wrong. Kita had no problem continuing this constant torture, balancing you on the very edge but not letting you go over. And you didn’t know how long you could hold on to your stubborn refusal to give in to him.
“S-Shin…” You choked out, head lolling on his shoulder, hands fisting in his no longer well-ironed button up shirt.
“Hm?”
But you bit your tongue, feeling your useless pride stop you from apologizing. Kita sighed.
“Brat.”
He pulled his fingers out, drawing his hand back only to bring it forward with full force until it landed on your pussy with a resounding smack. You yelped, whole body jerking but once again unable to move away. Two more spanks followed until you were screaming, and then Kita buried his fingers in you once more.
“Now,” he began. “Wanna try that again?”
You weeped into his shoulder, a wet spot forming on the cloth there. It didn’t matter though, since his pants were already embarrassingly soaked by your juices.
“I’m sorry.” You gave in, wanting so badly to cum that you couldn’t take it anymore.
“Say it again.”
“I’m sorry.” You spoke louder this time.
“Again.”
And you kept going, even as Kita’s fingers sped up and even as he pushed you to orgasm, your mouth blabbering over and over how sorry you were as you shook and released all over his hand, as you rubbed your naked chest against his and rode your high. Broken sobs of the word were still spilling from your lips as Kita laid you down, finally shedding his own clothes and nudging the tip of his cock against your wet, abused hole.
“What don’t I tolerate, sweetheart?” His lips brushed your ear, cock entering you inch by slow inch.
“B-bad behavior.” You managed to choke out, jaw dropping at the stretch his dick brought, despite being fingered into oblivion mere seconds ago. Kita hummed in approval.
“Good girl.”
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loviingpedri · 5 months
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playboys don’t play - marc guiu
prompt: college parties are his thing, but soon you’re the life of his party.
warnings: cursing, drinking, suggestive content (not smut, but just some making out and physical touch), probably some cheesy stuff
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just to clear things up, you weren’t a total loser in college. you loved going out with your friends. the only difference is, you knew how to maintain your grades. this semester has taken over your life very negatively. your friends never saw you anymore, and you only said 5 words to your roommate every single day.
there was only one solution. going out to a party. don’t get me wrong, therapy is very considerable as well. yet, parties are free and a nice stress reliever. your friends practically forced you out of your dorm. you loved going out, but never to places where the entire college is attending.
this party was a celebration to the college’s first soccer game this season, ending in a successful win. it was hosted by the one and only, marc guiu.
it was only his first year attending college. boy, did he gain a quick reputation. every single girl wanted him. during conversations before your classes, his name would start echoing. loud sounds of laughter and shrieks from people as he walked past. rumors flew about how many girls he’s been with, but nobody knew if they were true. constant talk in your friend group of bets on who gets to be the lucky girl he’s going to be with tonight.
you couldn’t lie to yourself. he was very attractive. he gave you sweet smiles across the class, maybe a few winks. in return, you gave him a ‘what the fuck’ face. you were in denial that you wanted him too.
“y/n is looking hella good today.” one of your girlfriends whistling as you put on your red lipstick.
“about time you took a break from your glasses. those contacts look really nice.”
overwhelmed with the compliments, you replied with a simple thank you. nothing like a tight and short black dress with gold jewelry.
arriving to the party, you and your friends were greeted with flashing lights. your friend group consisted a mix of girls. some popular, some casual, some nerdy. all that matters was a healthy friendship.
welcomed with shots being poured down your throat. you were still shocked at how beautiful the soccer teams ‘frat’ house was.
mingling in with the people, you couldn’t help but make eye contact with marc. his soft brown eyes looking at you and slowly noticing every detail of you.
“who are you staring at?” hector came up to him, causing the eye contact to break. you turned around to socialize with people and make more friends.
“nobody.” marc cleared his throat. trying to gain his normal thoughts, hector could see through his lies.
“you were staring at y/n, weren’t you.”
“no. i wasn’t. what are you talking about.” he shook his head repeatedly. marc had feelings for you ever since he laid eyes on you. he hated when rumors came around about him with other girls because the only person he wanted to be with, was you.
“marc, it’s time for you to tell her. im sure you don’t want any other guy on her, right?” as hector said the last sentence, he pointed at you talking to another guy who was obviously flirting with you.
“maybe i will. don’t worry about it.” marc walked away to get a drink as hector shrugged him off. nothing like getting him riled up just so he can be more direct towards you.
more games came around. such as beer pong, and your favorite, spin the bottle.
people sat in a circle with an empty beer bottle in the middle. first few spins landed on some of your friends.
“maria, truth or dare?” your friend, livy asked her.
“truth.” some people shouted boring, but the game was just getting started.
“is it true you hooked up with tyler?” sounds of ooo’s and gasps were heard. rumors flew around here, and this was the perfect time to get them straight.
“it is true.” maria laughed it off. the secret was finally out. considering maria was your roommate, you knew all the details of that night.
“alright, next.” livy’s boyfriend spun the bottle. slowly passing up marc, it landed on hector.
“truth or dare, hector?” hector gave a soft smirk. this man was always up for a challenge.
“dare.” it’s a tradition that the first dare of the night had to be the most memorable and the highlight of the party.
“i dare you to make out with kaitlyn.” damn, this game was getting hot. nothing like a time to rekindle high school sweethearts. especially when hector missed his ex girlfriend from his junior year. kaitlyn didn’t mind, she wanted him back just as bad.
hector stood up slowly and went up to her. both of them start making out, leading to many people trying to separate them after awhile.
“alright, next person.” hector spun the bottle. it made two laps and spun past you twice. it slowed down and pointed directly at marc.
“marc, my best friend, truth or dare.” hector patted him on his back.
“dare.” marc’s soft smile made you smile.
“i want you to spend 7 minutes in heaven with the next person it lands on.” all the girls made eye contact with each other. some of them were determined to have the bottle land on them.
“deal.” marc spun the bottle as fast as he could. slowly and slowly, the bottle landed on you. hector gave him a nice smile and a few laughs. you slowly stood up as marc was looking at you in disbelief.
“get up marc. you know you want to.” you were scared. you doubted anything was gonna happen since this would be the first interaction between the two, but this was definitely not how you saw yourself for the next 7 minutes. everyone followed you and him upstairs to his room. hector opened his closet door. luckily it was clean. "have fun." hector closed the door and now you were alone with marc. with the only light coming from his room through the little cracks of his door.
the next 2 minutes were just in silence as both of you sat on the ground. it was awkward, and you wanted to try and talk to him. yet, he looked terrified.
soon, he spoke, "i'm sorry y/n. i didn't wanna make my reaction look like that."
"you're fine. i thought you hated me for a second." trying to ease the tension, marc knew it was time to listen to hector's advice.
“no, i don’t hate you. it’s actually the opposite. i know this sounds weird, but i actually have a crush on you.” this was the first time someone ever confessed to you directly. maybe the first time someone even confessed. you were in pure shock trying to process what he just said.
“i thought you had a girlfriend.” marc sighed, knowing you were gonna bring up the rumors.
“i swear i’ve never dated anyone. you’re the only one i have feelings for. i know you’ve heard and think i got with almost every girl here, but i can promise you i didn’t. y/n, i’m being so serious to you. i’m not the playboy you think i am.”
you moved your body closer to him as he looked at you. he waited patiently for a response. “that’s actually pretty sweet of you to say. i’m not gonna lie to you either, but i think you’re attractive too. it’s just, i think we need to take some time to get to know each other.”
“that’s understandable. i’m just glad you got where i was coming from.” you made eye contact with him again. this time, you were closer to his face and you could see his eyes glisten at you. you looked at his lips, then his eyes.
one second led to another, you were now fully making out with him. you were straddled over his lap as your tongues continued to dance. his left hand placed on your ass, and his right traveling around your body. you kissed his jawline, then to his neck. he wanted his full attention on your lips though. he was holding your cheek as the night became needy.
unexpectedly, the door opened. you got off of marc and stood up to fix your dress.
“i see someone had fun.” hector winked at marc as he helped him stood up. walking outside, everyone was shocked. you looked at marc in confusion, only to notice your red lipstick was all over his lips, neck, and jaw. marc looked at you, and did not expect to see your lipstick smudged.
everyone left the room as marc wiped off some of your lipstick, and gave you one last kiss.
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Omgg you should do a experienced!reader and inexperienced/virgin bf!hyung line, I feel like some of them would be like nervous or anxious about their first time 😭
hyung line + losing their virginity to reader
warnings: submissive men, not all of them are boyfies but just assume you end up dating
jake:
definitely looks, acts, and talks like a virgin, probably has a porn addiction too. also the type to fall in love the second someone touches his dick. Im talking one little squeeze and he's like "i'm in love with you."
you go on a date with him and instantly you can't tell if he's using you to get rid of said virginity or if he genuinely likes you. it's a bit of both, tbh. like the second he saw you he was like "i hope she jumps on me"
you don't mind inexperienced men, virginity doesn't really mean anything unless the other person cherishes it, and you happen to love hooking up. and like, you would try your best to make it somewhat special for him, though he doesn't really pay attention bc he's too horny to be nervous or afraid.
definitely misses the hole twice before you help him put it in, instantly rolls his eyes back and can't stop from fucking forward :( premature ejaculation and all, but he makes it up to you by letting you guide him by the hair while eating u out ♡
jay:
the virgin that you'd assume isn't one until you actually see what he acts like when he's horny :/ also has a huge porn addiction and is the guy on a dating app texting you at 3am (when he's not being nervous about it) like "wyd? wanna meet up?"
ofc you wanna meet up, but it's not like you were expecting him to immediately expect you to give him head as soon as you see him. i mean, you definitely did do that tho.
when it came his turn to do all of the foreplay and stuff, that's when you realize this guy is a virgin and trying to pretend like he isn't, nervous as fuck that you'd make fun of him for it considering he's definitely old enough to have had more experience than this.
and you'd be like "don't tell me..."
and he'd be like "no!!!! i've had so much sex!"
he's a liar, you could tell in the way he rubbed your left lip :/ still, his nervousness turns into obligatory service top shit, where he asks you to tell him what to do, and that you can't leave until you actually come. and boy do you. like over and over again, because he's determined to make you feel as good as that pussy made him feel.
sunghoon:
tripping over his own feet to get to the bed with you on your 2 month anniversary bc he's held out due to nervousness. by the time he gets to the bed, he's the one pretending to be too tired bc he genuinely is so freaked out that he can't live up to what you might expect of him.
"Hoon, all of it feels good, i don't have to orgasm."
"But!!"
ends with you riding him half to death, practically using him like a sex toy, and him becoming a pile of mush under you. His eyes would be glued to your tits and hands glued to your ass :/
man would be so entirely in awe of how you do it, internally thinking to himself like "this is it, im a real man now-" and he totally gets why people have sex addictions after that point. he would also just get better and better at it, until like a week later he's the one on top of you, plunging in deep like he wasn't too afraid to do it just a couple of sessions ago.
heeseung:
lil bit of degradation over being a virgin. like !!! yes!!! he is such a loser for never having fucked the way he talks like he does!
im not lying, he would be in the room over playing games all fucking night with his friends, talking bout how he and you fuck all the time. you always laugh at him for it like "imagine if they found out you're a virgin." and he'd be like "why am I a virgin again?"
and ofc it's because you don't just wanna...like....take that from him, until he turns into an absolute menace of a man, trying to touch you, trying to be the whore he wants to be. i'm talking head under your skirt on the couch type shit. fr he gets hella experience with foreplay before you finally give in and let him stick it in. only after he promised you that "losing my virginity isn't that big of a deal, just let me fuck you!"
he was a lil eager, rhythm wasn't that great either, but he was truly trying his best and you guess you should probably fake an orgasm so he can actually boast to his friends about it.
except you don't fake it, and you're shocked that he just...kept going after getting off, staying hard and literally railing you until you had no choice but to come :/
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I wish the emperor in bg3 was as cool ( and hunky ) as you make them out to be, how you portray the gang and greygold is all so sweet 😭😭😭 but after finding out what he did to Duke stelmane... I'll just pretend your version is canon instead. I love your art!
Right, so originally I wasn't gonna abroach that topic with a 13½ ft pole, because sensitive subject, but gonna have to roll up my sleeves and acknowledge it was very much indeed a topic that Greygold had to consider and formulate their own conclusions on. Sure even though Greygold didn't find out the be-hella-mean way, there were concerned friends with mindful observations that had Greygold confronting the possibility that the Emperor and Stelmane's secret underground business practices might've had some uh...Problems!
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The conversation went a lil everywhere BUT in short-
Greygold's philosophy is to hope for the best, but always prepare for the worst.
Case in point: Greyg's team. Maybe not everyone did shitty things in their past, but they certainly had ample opportunity to do shitty things on this journey that Greygold had to veer them away from. As Greygold sees it, if their teammates can change for the better, hopefully the Emperor can and will too. Everybody is capable of being awful, but also being awesome kind, so gotta give the squid a chance.
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