#[𓆩⟡𓆪] xoxo love…

[venuslut]

FANTASIZING ABOUT a needy Choso Kamo ♡︎.

He can’t help it. Ever since you first introduced him to sex, he just can’t get enough. It’s not his fault that your cunt is so addicting, so much so that he’s often begging you to let him fuck you on his cock. It’s not his fault that you moan so beautifully that he can’t help but thrust into you harder so you’ll make more of those pretty sounds for him. It’s not his fault that you taste so good and he has to have you on his tongue, drinking your juices until you’re shaking and crying. He doesn’t mean to be so needy, but you bring out this side of him he can’t control.

How is he supposed to control himself when you walk around in those skimpy clothes, showing off your plump ass and perfect tits? It’s impossible. He’ll try to resist, have some self-control. But it isn’t long before he’s hugging you from behind, dotting wet kisses along your neck and pushing his hard-on into your ass. All while he’s begging you let him feel your wet cunt. And of course you’ll let him, how could you say no to your cute desperate boyfriend.

The minute you agree he has you laid out under him as he fucks his big cock into your tight cunt. Moaning and whimpering about how good it feels to be inside you again, his face red as he pushes every last inch of himself into you. He uses his weight to thrust into you, which only made your head go dizzy. He has you in a lazy mating press and your plush thighs slap against his hips every time he comes down, the sound of Choso’s deep thrusts is so musical, his tip abusing your womb to the point your eyes roll back. His mouth is so filthy too, and the worst part is, is that he doesn’t even realize it. “Fuck, baby... you’re sucking me in... your pussy’s so tight.” He groans into your ear, sucking onto your skin and leaving purple marks behind, intent on marking you as his. Although there was no point since you still had the hickeys from your last encounter, but it was never enough for Choso.

The poor curse is so in love with your body that he’ll go on for hours and hours just playing with your body. If it was up to him, you both would never leave the bed. Who needs to eat when he can just eat your cunt and you can suck his cock? Who needs to sleep when there’s a new position he wants to try? This man will not stop because that’s how addicted he is to your cunt. You curse the curse’s stamina and sometimes wish you had a normal boyfriend, but he usually fucks those thoughts right out of your head before you can try and act on them. “Choso… ngh!— h-hold on, my body…” you mumbled, unable to fully say your sentence. He hits a particularly sensitive spot and you let out a strangled cry, bucking your hips wildly to try and get that same pleasure again. Choso eyed your reaction, angling his hips to continue hitting that spot over and over again til you’re seeing stars and screaming out his name. You had no thoughts about shame, or how you should lower your voice, not when your handsome boy was fucking you within an inch of your life.

“Right there? ‘s that the spot, dove?” He pants, voice hoarse from his overwhelming desire for you. You’ve lost track of time, to obsessed with the way Choso has you creaming around his cock for the nth time. Everything was too much, but you loved it, in an addictive way. The overstimulation was addicting. His words were addicting. The sound of the bed hitting the wall was addicting. His cock was addicting. He was addicting. You always tease Choso about his neediness when in reality, you’re just as needy and obsessed as he is. You can tell Choso is close by the way his cock twitched inside you and how he speeds up his movements, rutting into you with wild abandon and chasing his orgasm.

You throw your head back into a pillow, your vision almost going black as you were consumed with ecstasy. The air was knocked out of your lungs with every snap of his hips, your senses filled with just the pressure of Choso. It felt like you were gonna throw up, but not in a bad way. “Baby… babybabybabybaby! A-ah! Mgn…” you cried out in pleasure, clawing at the sheets below you. Choso’s hands tightened around your hips, his careful grip growing into a bruising hold as he was solely focused on reaching his climax. “Hah— you feel sososososo good, dove. I love you, I love you so much,” he whimpered. It was right there, he could feel it, just a couple more thrusts and he’ll finally have his release. He wants to cum so bad, he needs to cum.

“Hey dove? C-can I fill your pretty pussy with my cum? Wanna cum inside you,” he begged, his voice broken as he pleads with you. “Please, my love… I want to stuff your pussy with my cum, wanna fill you up…” he continues, kissing your ankle and calf to convince you further. You didn’t need much convincing though, you were already to dumb and out-of-it to deny the poor curse. Frantically, you nodded your head, just wanting to feel his hot semen inside you. And you finally got your wish after a few more sloppy thrusts, before Choso goes still and empties his balls into your awaiting cavern. He lets out a guttural moan as ropes of cum spurt out. Slowly, he pulls out, his cock coated in a translucent white, his thighs and pelvis sticky from a mix of sweat and cum.

You both lay there in silence, the sounds of your labored breathing being the only noise echoing through the room. While coming down from your high, you remember that the reason you even got dressed today was because you had work. Annoyed, you lightly smack the upside of Choso’s head, complaining about how he made you late while you go to get out of bed and put your clothes back on. Choso rubs the area where you hit him as he watched you struggle to move and get out of bed, he looks at you like a kicked puppy and he knows he should be sorry for making you late but he can’t find it in him to feel guilty. Instead, Choso reaches out and wraps his arms around you, pulling you back further onto the bed and flushed against his sweaty chest. He buries his face in the crook of your neck and he lines soft kisses to your nape.

“I’m sorry, dove… Why don’t you call out and let me eat your pussy as an apology?”

#[𓆩⟡𓆪] xoxo love… #black y/n #black reader #poc!reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk x poc!reader #jjk x reader #jjk x y/n #jjk x you #jjk smut #choso kamo smut #choso kamo x reader #choso smut #choso kamo x you #choso x you #choso x y/n #jjk choso #jujutsu kaisen choso #choso kamo #choso x female reader #choso x reader #choso kamo x female reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen x black reader smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #choso kamo x y/n #choso x chubby reader

[babyleostuff]

heyyy hope ur doing ok !! I’d really love to hear ur thoughts on how the svt members would teach u to drive (or the ones that can drive anyways!) lots of love xoxo

oh my god, this was SO much fun to write (and now i can't think about anything else but them driving)

seventeen teaching you how to drive | ot13

CHOI SEUNGCHEOL 

𓆩♡𓆪 kind of like driving with your dad (or your dad trying to explain you maths) - at some point you end up crying. He wants to teach you, he really does, but in the end he gets too impatient, so he just yells and takes the steering wheel from you. 

YOON JEONGHAN 

𓆩♡𓆪 has a kind of “meh” attitude. He teaches you as best as he can, but whatever happens later, happens. Not his issue anymore. But he really tries his best, it’s not like he wants you or anyone else to get hurt. 

 HONG JOSHUA 

𓆩♡𓆪 very patient and gentle, but maybe too gentle. He doesn’t have the heart to scold you, so even if you speed past a “stop” sign and doesn’t stop, he doesn’t say anything. And every time you ask if you did good, he says yes (and cries a little bit inside). 

WEN JUNHUI 

𓆩♡𓆪 he tries his best, but teaching someone how to drive is very hard. You’d probably not even make it out of the parking lot, but you’d be a pro at parking the car. Would scream if you got too close to another car. 

KWON SOONYOUNG 

𓆩♡𓆪 a big no no to this guy. I adore him with my entire heart, but there is no way I would trust him to teach anyone how to drive. He doesn’t care about the speed limits, so there would be a 90% chance you’d get a speeding ticket on your first drive. Also, he’d tell you to turn left at the “no left turn” sign. The music would be blasting and he wouldn’t give a single fuck about anything. 

JEON WONWOO

𓆩♡𓆪 a very patient teacher, would recommend 10/10. Explains everything like a pro (is he an idol or a F1 driver). He would be kind of strict though, but just because he wants to properly teach you how to drive and not harm yourself and others in the process. 

LEE JIHOON

𓆩♡𓆪 sorry bae, not this time <3

XU MINGHAO 

𓆩♡𓆪 takes the job very seriously. Explains everything from the basics about the car itself, but for some reason forgets to teach you the signs. So anytime you ask about a sign, he panics and tells you to just drive faster. As long as you don’t crash into anyone, it’s all good. 

KIM MINGYU  

𓆩♡𓆪 alongside Wonwoo, the best teacher you could have ever asked for. We know that he taught Chan how to drive, so he would have no problem teaching you how to drive as well. I don’t think I can say anything more about him, except for that I wish he was my driving instructor (mine was more like Seungcheol, it was not live, laugh, love). 

LEE SEOKMIN 

𓆩♡𓆪 for some reason he makes you drive very slowly, so you’re more rolling down the street than driving. A kid literally passed you on their scooter. Also, he’d focus too much on the nice view and forget that you technically can’t drive (you almost hit an old lady on the zebra crossing).

BOO SEUNGKWAN 

𓆩♡𓆪 oh no. no. just no. It’s not that he is a bad teacher, he is just too scared. He doesn’t trust himself enough. He’d be clutching the grab handle above the door and his eyes would be closed at all times. He’d just tell you to drive forward and that would be it. 

CHWE VERNON

𓆩♡𓆪 chaotic, but very chill at the same time. He’d mostly be like: you do you boo. You’d have a lot of fun, that’s for sure. If you ever passed the speed limit, he’d be like “yo bro, that’s crazy”.  

LEE CHAN 

𓆩♡𓆪 another great teacher. Might be a bit scared, because he isn’t that experienced himself, but he does his best. His driving lessons would be very safe and he’d make sure that you felt safe and confident behind the wheel.

#seventeen #seventeen reactions #seventeen x you #svt reactions #seventeen fluff #seventeen carat #seventeen kpop #seventeen x reader #svt fluff #seventeen imagines #seventeen headcanons #seventeen reaction #svt #svt x reader #seungcheol x reader #jeonghan fluff #wonwoo reaction #wonwoo fluff #jeonghan x reader #joshua x reader #jun x reader #hoshi x reader #soonyoung x reader #wonwoo x reader #woozi x reader #jihoon x reader #the8 x reader #minghao x reader #mingyu x reader #seungcheol fluff

[ccbunnv]

Can you do Tokio hotel x gn reader that's American❤❤

It's ok if you ignore me!!

i have no idea what american means so umm i'm gonna use the vintage americana aesthetic instead. if u have no idea what vintage americana is u can check out this pinterest board

˖°🦇ִ ࣪𖤐 tokio hotel x gn! reader

✭ Tom Kaulitz

-he was just wandering around downtown Cali when he first met you. eye contact was made and he was immediately smitten.

-he adored the tight clothes around you, how the plaid really accentuated your pretty figure.

-he especially liked how you looked at him through your heart-shaped sunglasses.

-when he made his first move, you were skeptical. but eventually, you caved at his jokes, and gave him your phone number.

-when he got back to the hotel, he was jumping around and saying "yippee!!" like he had won a fucking prize or something.

-he spent the next twenty minutes thinking if he should call you or text you. then he did, he turned his phone off and decided to take a 40 minute shower to overthink.

-he thought there was a 20% chance you were gonna respond, when it was actually a 100% chance.

-when you replied, he bragged it to Bill, who was like "yeah yeah"

-dates with him would mostly be movies, drives, and fast food. the occasional beach date, where he would ogle at your body and glare at every man who even tried to look at your way.

-he likes to be the big spoon, and he likes to watch you do your makeup. especially when you put your lippie on, he would fantasise about that particular shade all over his face and smudged across his lips.

-when he goes out with you, he has a GRIP on your butt, waist, or hips. he likes the way people murmur about his hold on you.

𓆩♱𓆪

✭ Bill Kaulitz

-he was taken aback when he first met you checking into the hotel he was staying at. not the bad kind, more like the good kind. he went still and just stared.

-he loved every inch of you, not even an exaggeration. with a couple of pushes from Tom, he managed to walk up to you and get your phone number.

-he wasn't particualrly hopeful, because he didn't think someone like you would be even mildly attracted to a guy like him. but when you giggled, gave him your number and kissed his cheek, (leaving a big red lip mark there) he paused and began loading.

-when he got to his room, he rolled around in his bed and squealed, kicking his feet. he kept staring at the piece of paper you gave him with your number and the XOXO at the bottom.

-when he texted you, he was trembling and sweating. what ended up happening was him adding a ton of typos because his fingers kept gliding over the keyboard from the sweat.

-when he realised what he had typed and sent, he was like, "what the FUCK is wrong with me"

-but it's Bill, so it's cute.

-you texted him back, and he couldn't sleep for the night. because his thoughts were just filled with you.

-dates with him would mostly be lazing around in the bed and doing eachother's makeup. you both dress eachother up and he likes to dress you down as well. sometimes there's some mall dates as well.

-he likes to be a switch. sometimes, being a little spoon is nice and sometimes, being a big spoon is nice. but often times he ends up being little spoon.

-you've been banned from the studio because Bill turns into a stuttering mess when you enter.

𓆩♱𓆪

(i tried to find a good gif i really did)

✭ Gustav Schäfer

-when he first met you at the hotel's breakfast bar, he kept quiet, obviously a little too shy to approach you. it took the band days to get him to take a step even in your direction.

-but you weren't really all that blind, you saw that. the shy boy who was too scared to take one step towards you.

-you made the first move, greeting him when you met him again and the hotel breakfast bar, and he froze up on the spot. your lips curled into a smile at him, and he swore time stopped then.

-unlike the twins, he didn't even hesitate to text you. he put his phone down after that and just watched whatever the fuck was on the TV while waiting for your response.

-a part of him thought you were just gonna play with his feelings, so he was ecstatic when you actually replied.

-then for the next few days he wouldn't take his eyes off his phone just to talk to you.

-dates with him are mostly homebound. he cooks for you, breakfast lunch and dinner, and he treats you really well. you both usually end up cuddling and watching tv, or you watch him play the drums sometimes.

-occasionally, he teaches you to cook. like, he's behind you, a hand on yours as he guides you to use the spatula, while the other holds your hand on the handle of the pan. he's less shy than usual, he doesn't even seem to mind the close proximity.

-he's very proud even when you finish making something as simple as scrambled eggs. he even finishes the entire plate no matter how bad it tastes.

-he's usually the big spoon, he likes wrapping his arms around you while you two sleep.

-he LOVES it when you eat with him and compliment his food.

𓆩♱𓆪

✭ Georg Listing

-he first met you in the gift shop of the hotel, hoping to get his family a gift of some sort. you were looking at a couple of cups, all decked out in your usual glamour.

-he liked you at first glance, completely taken by you. and unlike the rest of the members, he approached you and asked you for your number smoothly.

-once he got your number, he messaged you when he got back to his room. then he went to take a shower to cool down because he was going absolutely crazy from how bold he was being.

-when you responded, he stared at his phone like an idiot and Gustav was like, "what the fuck, man."

-dates with him are mostly walking around malls, buying CDs or vinyls and chilling in an old-style diner. he teaches you how to play the bass sometimes, and he even bought one of those heart-shaped bass for you.

-he lets you braid his hair and do his makeup, even though he comes out looking like annabel most of the time. but he's happy to see you smile, so it doesn't really matter.

-he's the big spoon, no questions asked. he simply prefers to have you in his arms.

-he's very gentle when he teaches 🤭🤭🤭 so you can guess how gentle he is in bed.

𓆩♱𓆪

BONUS:

-all four of them enjoy hanging out in an old style diner and sharing a milkshake together, like those cheesy old comic books.

-they prefer to have you backstage, so they can immediately run to you after a show.

𓆩♱𓆪

#tokio hotel #bill kaulitz #y2k #bill kaulitz x reader #bill kaulitz x you #tom kaulitz #fluff #tom kaulitz fluff #tom kaulitz x reader #georg listing #gustav schafer x reader #gustav schäfer #georg listing x reader #georg listing x you #vintage americana #coquette aesthetic #americana aesthetic

[lesserafim-eden]

╰► ⌕ 𓆩 𓆪  ʾ ִֶָ%˓ ᵎ ҂ ࣪˖﹫𓂃⌁. ࣪˖ EDEN NOELIA LEE (LE SSERAFIM) Profile

Eden Noelia Lee (LE SSERAFIM) Profile and Facts:

EDEN NOELIA LEE ( Hangul; 에덴 노엘리아 자오, Mandarin; 赵伊登 born November 11, 2001 ) better known by the mononym EDEN is a Chinese/Korean English model, singer, rapper, Global ambassador, and dancer is a current member of South Korean girl group LE SSERAFIM under HYBE and Source Music. She is a former member of the South Korean-Japanese girl group IZ*ONE.

⌕ ‣     BASIC INFO ׁ⠀ ࣭ ⠀⠀⊹

𖥻★! ︿︿STAGE NAME: Eden

𖥻★! ︿︿BIRTH NAME: Eden Noelia Lee

𖥻★! ︿︿KOREAN NAME: Lee Binna

𖥻★! ︿︿CHINESE NAME: Zhao Meixing

𖥻★! ︿︿BIRTHDAY: August 1, 2003

𖥻★! ︿︿AGE: 21 years old ( Korean age ) 20 years old (int.)

𖥻★! ︿︿ZODIAC SIGN: Leo

𖥻★! ︿︿BIRTHPLACE: London, Uk

𖥻★! ︿︿NATIONALITY: English

𖥻★! ︿︿ETHNICITY: Chinese/Korean

𖥻★! ︿︿HEIGHT: 5'8" (173 cm)

𖥻★! ︿︿WEIGHT: 49kg (100lbs)

𖥻★! ︿︿BLOOD TYPE: AB

𖥻★! ︿︿REPRESENTATIVE EMOJI: 🐨 ( koala  )

𖥻★! ︿︿ REPRESENTATIVE GEMSTONE: Amblygonite

𖥻★! ︿︿ REPRESENTATIVE COLOR: Purple

⌕ ‣     EDEN FACTS...!?

https://Eden-Facts.Com: She was born in London, Uk so her British accent is so strong. Her family includes four grandparents, mom, dad, four older brothers. She was raised in Los Angeles, California, United States.

https://Eden-Facts.Com: She's the global ambassador of vivienne westwood, Alexander Wang, Chanel, HARRY WINSTON, l'Oreal, Fay, CoverGirl U.S, Maybelline, Mikimoto, Panerai, Revlon, Lancôme international, Versace, Puma, Miu Miu, Liu Jo, Prada, Maxim Mooncakes, Comme des Garçons, Clarins, CHOPARD, VAN CLEEF & ARPELS, BUCCELLATI, & GRAFF.

https://Eden-Facts.Com: Eden is often called "Man-heart's destroyer" or "Boy crush" as many male idols and actors have a crush on her or have said that she's their ideal type

https://Eden-Facts.Com: Eden is currently in college and majoring in Business (Management ) and minoring literature at Seoul National University online.

https://Eden-Facts.Com: She writes all of her parts. She also produced and wrote a number of songs including WayV 'Love talk', TxT 'cat & dog', 'Anti-Romantic', 'loser=Lover', 'OX1=LOVESONG' Stray Kids 'Back door', Pristin V 'Get it', Twice 'Cry for me', Weekly 'After school' Enhypen  'Drunk-Dazed', 'Polaroid love' Aespa 'Next Level', 'Girls' 'Illusion' IVE 'LOVE DIVE' StayC 'SO BAD', 'ASAP' Itzy 'WANNABE','LOCO', '#Twenty', 'SWIPE' Chungha 'Gotta Go', 'Bicycle' Red Velvet 'Feel My Rhythm' Jeon Somi 'XOXO' BLACKPINK 'Typa Girl' & more. Eden has solidified herself as a genius musician with 155 KOMCA credits.

https://Eden-Facts.Com: She is extremely loved by the public which is why she earned the titles of princess of K-pop, SM/HYBE's Ace, Idol's idol, The Nation's Treasure, The Genius Composer, and The It girl of Asia.

https://Eden-Facts.Com: She is a former IZ*ONE member.

https://Eden-Facts.Com: She trained for 3 years in SM Entertainment before joining Produce 48.

https://Eden-Facts.Com: In Gallup Korea's annual music poll for 2018, 2019, 2020, 2021, 2022 Eden was voted the most popular idol in South Korea, making her the highest-ranked individual in that poll.

https://Eden-Facts.Com: Eden is know for endorsements, various photo-shoots, and covers as they sell out in a minute.

https://Eden-Facts.Com: In 2020, She was featured in Harper Bazaar's 'Go To Bed With Me' and went rival for her nighttime skincare routine. It was mostly because of how simply yet in depth it was.

https://Eden-Facts.Com: Eden is really good at math as once she did over 20 fans math problems for fun during her Vlive in 2021.

https://Eden-Facts.Com: In January 2022, Eden purchased a building in Gangnam district's affluent Samseong-dong area, otherwise known as the Samsung neighbourhood. Purchased for approximately US$6.3 million, the mixed-use building has both residential and commercial spaces and spans a total of seven floors. Eden reportedly makes US$830,4000 monthly from rent. 

https://Eden-Facts.Com: In 2014, she performed as one of the upcoming members of SM Entertainment's pre-debut training group SM Rookies on SM Town Live World Tour IV.

https://Eden-Facts.Com: She is a big food lover. She can eat most types of food but likes spicy foods the most.

https://Eden-Facts.Com: Her way of relaxing: A can of pringles and either Netflix, or watching Law & Order: SVU on Hulu.

https://Eden-Facts.Com: She thinks she's pretty talkative especially if the vibes between her and another person match up (Instagram Q&A 2022.08.10).

https://Eden-Facts.Com: When she was younger, Eden frequently performed and sang for house guests and eventually began taking acting/singing classes.

https://Eden-Facts.Com: Her airport fashions always goes viral on Twitter, and fans say that the airport is her runaway.

https://Eden-Facts.Com: Eden once said if she wasn't an singer, she would have been a vet because she really loves working with animals.

https://Eden-Facts.Com: In November 2018, she revealed that she has three citizenships: Chinese, British, and South Korean.

⌕ ‣     EDEN'S IDEAL TYPE: I really don't have an ideal type because if I like you, then I like you as simple as that."

⌕ ‣     Show more Aria fun facts

—HOW MUCH DO YOU LIKE EDEN?

𓋰 I LOVE HER, SHE'S MY ULTIMATE BIAS

𓋰 I LIKE HER, SHE'S OK

𓋰 SHE IS OVERRATED

#eden noelia lee #le sserafim eden #lesserafim eden #lssf; eden #Eden #hybe le sserafim #Le sserafim #kpop added member #kpop female addition #fictional kpop community #kpop female oc #kpop female member #kpop addition #kpop oc #oc kpop #fake kpop addition #chaewon le sserafim #eunchae le sserafim #sakura le sserafim #le serrafim icons #hybe labels #yujin le sserafim #kazuha le sserafim #le sserafim ad member #le sserafim added member #le sserafim additional member #le sserafim aesthetic #le sserafim oc member #le serafim moodboard #kpop idol oc

[scorpiomother]

MOON RIVER (one shot)

･ﾟ★ . when i was led to you, i knew you were the one for me. i swear the whole world could feel my heartbeat

summary: the moon is bright and so is your love for your boyfriend

pairing: tasm!peter parker x f!reader

word count: 2.6k

warnings: explicit content. minors dni (+18) insomnia. cigarette usage. fluffy smut aka swag (sex w andrew garfield xx) 

a/n: in honor of february and hump day... heheh xoxo 

curated vibes: kiss of life ☆ moon river

masterlist 𓆩♡𓆪 read on ao3 𓆩♡𓆪  kofi

MOON RIVER

The terrain on his back was something you adored greatly. The divots and curves of the flesh, the muscles taut with silver like the winter moon cascading down on the hills of your love. The fibers were like yarn connecting stars to one another, his joints blossoming with the shimmering matter. It was silly, really. The way that you wished to be one of his favorite shirts or a backpack so that you could kiss his spine for the rest of your inanimate life.

The moonlight had no regard for your heart, the shimmering cast making his back visible in the dead of night. It was your only weakness, his herculean build that made him look like a Grecian sculpture, and with the light reflecting off of him, he truly did look like he was made out of Parian marble.

You felt at peace like this. Propped up on an elbow, tenderly scratching Peter’s back as a soft breeze entered the apartment. There was nothing but the sounds of his hums and the spinning of the ceiling fan. It felt like everyone in the city was asleep, but you.

At first, you couldn’t go back to sleep after using the bathroom. It was a common occurrence for you, the slow game of waiting for sleep to overcome you. But when your boyfriend looked like that, it kept you from trying, your thoughts racking with the white noise of adoration.

You dragged your nails against his shoulder blade before deciding to comb throw his thick, messy hair. You didn’t mean to wake him up, but when you see his eyes flicker open, your heart throbbed with delight.

“I dreamt of you,” he said, his voice tired with grit.

“What was it about?”

“Forget already. I just remember your pretty face.”

“You’re silly,” you stated.

“No, I’m in love.” 

“And silly.”

There’s a precious smile that he gives you, one that warms up your chest. He reaches for your hand and brings it up to his mouth, pressing a delicate kiss to your knuckle.

For a moment you forget about the exhaustion embedded in your skin and all that occurs to you is how much you adore Peter. It’s like he erased all of your ailments and bad thoughts.

Your restlessness was something you originally categorized as a curse, but as you walked the streets of New York at two in the morning all those months ago, it suddenly turned into a blessing. There he was, a boy from Queens also cursed with the same fate as you. It started with sharing a cigarette on a bench, a block away from your apartment. You recall the way the moon was a lop-sided smile, one that said it was pleased with this encounter. It ended with you confessing your kleptomaniac phase as an adolescent and him admitting that he provokes fights just to feel something. His split bottom lip was a testament to that.

You don’t remember leaving because, in truth, you remember specifically thinking, I never want to leave. But eventually, you were in bed, thinking about the kind stranger as Apollo reeled in the morning sun. It was like you were whisked away by your very own feet, sleepwalking suddenly another problem you had been subjected to.

The night after you walked to the bench and didn’t go there with hopes of seeing him again, but rather reminisce on what a lovely time you had with him. Though you presumed a part of yourself truly did hope he would be there again but to preserve your hopes, you convinced yourself to be pragmatic.

Yet, when you saw him again, a wave of warmth and giddiness washed over you.

He gave you a cigarette upon your arrival and was gentleman enough to light it for you— one of the most intimate things you have experienced in your life. Then the confessions would bundle you two up like the blanket of smoke. It was like a sacred ritual between you two, the tobacco the partition that made it possible for the secrets to come undone.

What keeps you awake? He wondered.

Runs in the family. How about you?

Grief. The words came out in a puff of smoke, grey and bleak.

Does it hurt? You asked.

It’s like a splinter that you can’t get rid of. Always there and always aching.

The way he was able to be candid with you, sugarcoating nothing but his honey-glazed eyes, stuck with you whether his honesty stemmed from your relationship as strangers or he deemed you worthy. 

After eleven consecutive days of your unplanned therapy sessions, it was decided you would take your nightly affair to broad daylight. It made you feel nervous. You didn’t realize it, but the night brought you an unexpected comfort and without the inky veil of the night, you weren’t sure if he would like you still.

Though, the anxiety was soon after replaced with suffocation. You weren’t sure if Peter was in the right mind as the blistering June heat fermented on your back as you sat in Central Park with your sandwiches from Katz’s. If it had been up to you, your platonic date would have been scheduled for a bookstore with AC, but you assumed that his poor scheduling was due to the lack of sleep. I didn’t realize it was going to be so hot, he said, swiping the sweat on his forehead. The night spoils us too much, you replied, after taking a sip of orange soda. 

Luckily, he liked you enough to earn you the title of friend. Graduating from stranger to friend was an easy feat in comparison to the long six months of pining over him.

He had caressed the underbelly of your heart and bewitched you. You would wake up as weary as always and prepare your breakfast without the slightest satisfaction when you had craved a spoonful of his love, but instead runny eggs on stale bread coated your throat.

You were infatuated, but you knew him well enough that it would be best to stay friends and swallow down your feelings. But when you were over at his place watching Fantastic Mr. Fox a day before Christmas Eve and he pressed a kiss to your cheekbone when you had closed your eyes for a minute too long, you confessed. Because that’s what you two did. A confession for a confession.  A truth for a truth.

You kissed me, you whispered with closed eyes, afraid that if you opened them, everything would reveal to be a dream.

He didn’t respond for a minute. You thought that maybe he didn’t hear you but eventually, his handsome voice invaded your senses. I thought you were asleep.

We don’t sleep.

How about I pretend you’re asleep, and I kiss you again? Is that okay? 

I like that idea, you said past the beating heart that sat in your throat.

A week later, it was New Year’s and you kissed the new year hello as boyfriend and girlfriend. Wait until my therapist hears about this, he laughed in your neck. It was a holiday miracle. Finally, after all these truths on the table and he was yours.

Well, most of them.

All that he had asked of you was to trust him. When he gets home at three in the morning and he has no explanation, you choose to trust him despite the bile in your throat, and when the lacerations on his body were so deep that blood pooled at your feet, you bathed his body in silence after he demanded you to not call medical help. If this is going to work, you need to trust me, he said with pleading eyes.

He was everything you wanted, your thoughts consumed with him for the past half a year. How could you say no to the man of your dreams?

So you let the love overweigh the worry and let the anxieties flush out with each bloodied kiss, and persuaded yourself that men with therapists can’t be so bad. 

Besides that, everything was sunshine and daisies. Your patience bore the sweetest of fruit each and every day, him proving himself with the most tender acts. His pretty face and loving hands were enough to swoon over, and his tender disposition and patient temperament were enough to ruin you. Now, you’re still as sleepless as you were back then, but this time you had someone to be sleepless with. 

You hopelessly gazed into Peter’s eyes, counting each star in his midnight eyes. At number four, he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear and at five, he was holding your hand.

“How long have you been awake?” He asked, stroking your knuckles with his thumb.

“For a while.”

“I’m sorry I left you alone.”

“You didn’t. I like watching you sleep,” you assured him with a squeeze of your hand.

You took a second to memorize his face. Let it stain your sight. A pleased grin was plastered on his smug face, tugging at your heartstrings. You were completely enraptured by him and when he looked at you with those big warm eyes, it felt like he held you in the same regard.

A yawn came over you causing your eyes to swell. When the tears of exhaustion trickled down they didn’t burn. It bloomed and broke easily, trailing along your cheek like subtle fingers on a bare back. It was chilling.

“Pretty girl, what’s wrong?” His voice was like a sip of whisky, trickling through you, each drop sizzling in your belly. 

“Just sleepy,” you said.

“C’mere.”

Peter turned on his side and opened his arms to spoon you. He cocooned you like a chrysalis does to a caterpillar. His slender, yet strong arms took a hold of you and his chest felt like shelter. Peter made you feel born again, his touch transforming you into love personified.

His hand found a home on your hip. His grasp was tender, taking it upon himself to squeeze and knead the soft tissue. He began to shower you with kisses like ornaments on a Christmas tree. Shiny and bright and all too much, but in the most perfect way.

Peter’s fingers trailed along your outer thigh, baring mercy in his barely-there touch. The gentleness of it made you shiver with need. 

Desire spread across each nerve in your body, begging to be touched by Peter and his calloused hands. You wanted his lips to adorn each surface of your body. In a way, this was worse than lust and greed. He showed you mercy by making you suffer. 

With your back flush to him, you could feel his member rising, the hardened length digging into your ass. He smeared lazy kisses across your neck, your eyes shutting at the overwhelming affection.

“I remember now,” he muttered, encircling your hipbone with his palm.

“What?”

“My dream.”

“Oh really?” You whispered, unconvinced by the suggestive way he delicately stroked your skin. You pushed against him, feeling the heat and pressure from his groin. “Tell me bout it.” 

“Not much to say… It’s better if I show you,” he murmured. 

You responded with a lazy hum, anticipation fluttering in your belly when you hear the rustling of fabric.

“Stay just like that, baby,” he whispered before parting your legs slightly and sliding his cock between your thighs. 

Your thighs were already wet with precum and his cock was wet with your arousal, a mutual exchange that made you feel exhilarated. The way that you make a mess out of each other within minutes. 

You shamelessly whined, knowing that Peter loved when you were vocal. You moaned as his cock glided against your thighs. Your throat vibrated with each mewl and hum, and you could feel the satisfaction radiate off of Peter.

“Peter,” you purred. As he rolled into you, his tip would graze against your now sensitive bud. Your back arched in pleasure as he applied more and more pressure.

“Just relax, baby,” he cooed, his thick cock waning in and out of you.

For a while, that’s all he does. Use your thighs and brush against your slit, a provocative taunt. Your heartbeat made a home in your throat as he slid in and out of your flesh. You were getting impatient, buckling your hips in hope to catch him. You wanted to please him and you wanted that pleasure yourself, to feel him just sink into you. 

“Want it so bad, Peter,” you confessed, still attempting to suck in his glazed cock.

“My sleepy girl,” he said as you moaned. “Let me fuck you to sleep, sweetheart.”

The ghost of his lips hovered over the peak of your shoulder for a moment, his breath kissing you before his flesh. His oxygen simmered into you and you could feel yourself fall deeper in love with him as if a spell had been cast onto you or his very own air was a potent drug.

“Let me show you how much I love you,” he whispered. 

The intimacies you have shared were dear to you, each memory hidden in a mental shoebox. The evocation of each kiss to your eyelids because he supposed they needed more love than any other part of your body. The rinds of clementines for breakfast and cigarettes for dessert. A handful of receipts from Katz’s and a pair of MetroCards. Polaroids from New Year’s. A handful of stars.

And now, it was the full moon that you wanted to lasso and place in your keepsakes. It watched as you shared that first cigarette and here it watched as you shared your bodies with each other.

He treated your body with the utmost care, his adoration clear as he gently warmed his head at your already wet entrance. You wondered what you looked like to him with this wash of moonlight on your face. You wondered if you looked as ethereal as he did. 

You could feel your cheeks blush as he slowly entered you, stretching you out as if he had all the time in the world. When you were finally filled with him, he kissed your forehead and then your cheeks in the shape of a cross. It felt like a blessing and a prayer in one.

“My sweet girl, I love you,” his breath was warm against your ear. The chill ran through you, your arch contorting at his own air. “I love how you wrap around me, baby.”

He rolled into you with an unhurried pace, the tempo slow and guiding you to sleep as he wanted. His cock made you drunk and woozy with pleasure. His languid movements were lulling you into a peaceful state. It felt like you were a star among the planets, vibrating with luminescence and hopeful dreams.

There was an endless overflow of I love you’s in the air, hanging beautifully like stars on a string. You echoed each other. Sang and professed. Cried and groaned. A confession for a confession.

 You let him take you, pull out the pieces of yourself you never knew existed. He wrapped his arms around your waist, nearly cutting off your oxygen supply, and buried his face into the crook of your neck as he pumped himself into you. As he pushed cosmos into your belly and his cock languidly grinded you into oblivion, you could feel the tears return.

There were solar systems bubbling up inside of you, the night’s sad song blooming in your limbs. Everything felt like a dance between the moon and his wife. Your sweet Peter guiding you through indigo with his gravity, letting the waves of pleasure and exhaustion rush through you. You swore you could almost touch the space between Earth and the moon.

“Do you feel my love?” He asked, pressing his lips on your temple and you swore you could just taste it. It was cigarettes and orange soda. Stardust and fireworks. Desperation and worship.

“I do,” you writhed beneath him.

You shut your eyes and let the love wash over you.

a/n: happy hump day babiesss, almost done with the week!

im not sure if this really counts as fluff but i really tried lmfao. peter and reader have an easier time sleeping when they’re together andd i imagine this is an au where peter gets therapy and has the emotional capacity to have a girlfriend. really couldn't have done it without his therapist (that mans got problems and is still working through them, clearly). he probably annoyed the shit out of his therapist, spending his whole sessions just talking about you, his trusted and beloved friend. luckily, reader is a simp and is willing to trust him. i wonder how long that will hold up! oops

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Find Your Way Home (Ch 𝟷/𝟹)

𓆩⟡𓆪Summary:

Wooyoung is a culinary student and he and two of his best friends have been brought along to Namhae to learn and study the farmers out in the countryside and disconnect a bit. Reluctant at first, he just wishes he could've been back in the city and close to his long-time crush Yeosang. Things change when he lays his eyes on the dimpled country boy staying with them that show them around and teach them more about Namhae's way of life, all with a spine-tingling Satoori.

Maybe things aren't so bad out here in the sticks, after all.

𓆩⟡𓆪Pairing: WooSan + Endgame WooSanSang

𓆩⟡𓆪Genres/Aus: Non-Idolverse, Fluff, Romance, Humor, Smut, Hurt/Comfort, Found Family, Fish Out Of Water Tropes, Au, Mutual Pining, Country Boy San, Culinary Student Wooyoung, Poly Endgame (I promise ik Yeo literally isn't in this first part just trust me)

𓆩⟡𓆪Tws: Mentions of not-so-subtle Homophobia, Isolation, Prejudice, Anxiety, Swearing

𓆩⟡𓆪Sws: Sexual Exploration, Muscle Kink, Frottage, Groping, Body Worship, Dirty Talk, Dry Humping, Teasing, Praise,

𓆩⟡𓆪Rating: Explicit (18+)

𓆩⟡𓆪WC: 12.7k+ (LMAO)

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Trees roll by, one after the other, some with blossoms sprouting from them, some with cherub birds sitting upon the branches, singing a beautiful melody that carried with the wind. The road is bumpy and nearly non-existent, and the chatter in the car is interrupted every now and again by the sound of chuckles and the occasional startled; ‘oof!’ that comes from someone mid-sentence. 

Wooyoung fucking hates it. 

“Fix your face, I promise a little fresh air isn’t gonna kill you.” Wooyoung looked up front, glaring at Kibum through the rearview mirror. 

“When you said we’d be learning on location for the majority of the summer I expected…more.” He grumbled. Kibum narrowed his gaze right back at him, unimpressed. 

“After several hours of you bitching, I was hoping you’d get tired. You could have, at any time, decided to not come.” He reminded him, turning the steering wheel. Changbin hummed from his spot in the front seat and Yeonjun, who sat in the back with Wooyoung, looked equally displeased, though he’d been primarily on his phone and had been keeping quiet for most of the drive. 

“And miss out on 80% of our summer course? Plus I couldn’t even opt in for the digital video courses because the internet connection in this place is ass .” 

Key turned into a driveway and parked, turning around to look at Wooyoung as if he was his own misbehaved son. 

“Right, so you wanted to come. Shut up, quit ya bitching, and take a walk on the beach or something later. Maybe you’ll pull that broomstick out of your ass. I’m your teacher and the three of you are my best students, but so far the only one who hasn’t made me want to throw him out of this vehicle while it's moving is Changbin. Take some time and disconnect for fuck’s sake.” He leveled him with a stare, and while displeased, Wooyoung didn’t say another word, simply crossing his arms in annoyance. Yeonjun’s brows furrowed as he failed to load something for the tenth time and put his phone away, muttering an annoyed curse under his breath.

“City boys, I swear.” Kibum grumbled, stepping out of the car and sliding a pair of sunglasses on his face. 

He’d pulled up to what looked to be a multifamily home, and if they weren’t so annoyed, Wooyoung and Yeonjun might have been impressed by the size of the home. 

“Tag! You’re it!” 

Four heads turn to the left as a little girl came bounding around the corner, her pigtails bouncing as she ran full speed down the street. She giggled and squealed until she ran into Kibum, bouncing off of the man and nearly falling, had he not reached out to grab her hand. Her lip wobbled for a moment before she looked up, staring at him. 

“Oh!” 

He smiled, kneeling in an instant. 

“Goodness, you’ve gotten big, Gahyeon. Are you okay?” 

“UNCLE KEY!” She latched onto him in an instant, her arms and legs wrapping around his torso like a koala. The three men behind him blinked in surprise before they looked up, hearing laughter come from upfront. 

“Baby girl, what did mommy tell you about running out like that? It can be dangerous if there are cars or bikes.” A short woman stood before them, her eyes catlike and intimidating as she sized up the three men. They all bowed without hesitation, and she smiled. 

“My name is Chaerin. This is my home. You three boys will be staying here with me and my family this summer. To whom do I have the pleasure of meeting?” She inquired. 

“My name is Changbin, Noona.” 

“Yeonjun, it's nice to meet you.” 

“Wooyoung, thank you for sharing your home with us.”

Chaerin smiled in approval, looking at Kibum as he stood to his full height. 

“Let’s go inside, gentlemen. I’ll introduce you to my family and who you’ll be staying with up on the top floor.” 

The men filtered into the home, toeing their shoes off at the door and standing back as two little boys also rushed by, looking no older than four or five. They spotted the strangers and ducked behind Chaerin’s legs, peeking out after she laughed and placed her hands upon both of their heads. 

“Eomma, who are they?” they whispered. Chaerin smiled and ruffled their hair. 

“Your new hyungs.” 

Their eyes lit up, and in an instant, Wooyoung felt a pair of tiny arms wrap around his leg. He looked down, unsure of what to do as a wide-eyed boy looked at him, already missing one of his front teeth as he smiled up at him. 

“My name is Eric! You’re my Hyung? Are you going to stay? You can share my bed! It’s a racecar bed! Hyung do you like cars? Blue is my favorite color! I hear you're from the city! Do they have a lot of blue cars in the city?” Eric spoke a mile a minute and Wooyoung looked up in mild distress at Chaerin. She laughed and offered no kind of help, amused at the situation, while her other son, a small boy in a bear onesie, didn’t move from his spot, staring at them with a guarded look. 

“Jongho? My baby, won’t you say hi?” 

Jongho shook his head and hid behind her leg. 

“Not until Sannie comes home. I don’t know them, Eomma.” 

Chaerin smiled and picked him up, sending a courteous smile to them. 

“Don’t mind my baby here. He’s a bit more guarded. His favorite boy in the whole world is out working today so he’s in a cranky mood.” She informed them. 

“Who is San? Is he another one of your sons?” Changbin inquired, picking up Eric and laughing at his chatter before they followed Chaerin deeper into the house. She shook her head, setting Gahyeon on the counter before turning to them. 

“Yes and no, he’s a boy Jiyong and I took in. He’s a sweetheart, I’m sure you all will love him. He’s about the same age as you all.” She leaned against the counter, taking in the men across from her once more. 

“Namhae is a lot different from where some of you are from, I’m sure. I’m from Gangnam-Gu. So I know full well that this may be an out-of-sorts experience for you all, but I ask that you approach this little town with an open mind and a sense of exploration.” She sent them a smile, watching the three youngest and the way their eyes widened. 

“ You’re from Gangnam-Gu?!” Wooyoung gasped in surprise. Chaerin nodded, crossing her ankles. 

“My husband and I are fashion designers. We live in Gangnam for most of the year, but spend the summer months here in Namhae. San lives here full-time and takes care of the house while we’re gone, he's a good boy. Be nice to him, you hear?” She pointed a painted nail at all of them, smiling when all of them nodded without hesitation. 

“Miss Sannie…” Jongho quietly muttered from beside her, pointing at the stairs. Kibum smiled. 

“Are you gonna show us upstairs, Jongho?” 

He nodded and walked towards the stairs, occasionally looking behind him to make sure they were following. One by one, he toddled up the stairs before looking back. When he noticed them following, he sped up, guiding them to the upper floor. 

It was cleaned, not a speck of dust to be found, but one could tell that it definitely was lived in. Well-kept plants sat in the windowsill, with some of them beginning to flower. There were bowls lined up on the counter, seemingly in preparation for a meal for later. Three sleeping bags sat rolled up on the couch, with little cards attached to each of them. 

Jongho waddled all the way to the bags, grabbing the cards before he made his way back, looking up at the culinary boys. 

“One for Changbin-hyung….Yeonjun-hyung…Wooyoung-hyung.” His pronunciation had been a bit off as he handed it correctly to each man, and Wooyoung felt a bit of his annoyance melt away. Jongho truly was a cute kid. 

Turning his attention back to the letter in his hand, he noticed it had been lightly scented, and brought it to his nose without a second thought. When he did, he was pleasantly surprised to find it had been misted with a cologne that had some amber and vanilla notes to it. 

His favorite. 

Opening the letter, he scanned over it with a curious tilt of his head. 

“Hello and welcome to Namhae! I’m sorry I can’t be here as soon as you come in to greet you, and I probably won’t be back until close to sundown. I believe this is your first time visiting this little village and I’ll be happy to show you around and help you get accustomed to a slower-paced way of living! I’ll cook dinner tonight so you all can rest, and we can start exploring the village and the forest just outside then, too. If there’s anything I can help you with, let me know and I’ll happily do my best! 

These sleeping bags are for camping nights, by the way. There are two rooms that have beds big enough to share. Kibum-hyung said Changbin and Yeonjun can take one and Wooyoung and I can take the other.  

Let’s make this summer one to remember! 

-San” 

Wooyoung looked at the small mountain beside his name and smiled. 

At least everyone so far seemed nice. 

Jongho, satisfied with the small smiles on the men’s faces, nodded and turned to waddle away, carefully taking the stairs one step at a time. 

“Alright boys, that’s enough daydreaming, come help me unload the car.” Kibum’s voice called from downstairs, snapping them out of their collective bubble of thought. Changbin looked at his other two friends and jabbed his thumb toward the stairs. 

“I don’t think it’ll be that bad.” He gave them an optimistic smile. Yeonjun checked his phone, sighing. 

“It probably won’t be but I wish the connection were better. Soobin-”

“Soobin will be just fine without you blowing his damn phone up every two seconds. You can still send him messages, it just looks like it’ll take longer for it to get through.” Changbin lightly nudged hum, hardly flinching at the swat Yeonjun landed on his arms, both of them bickering as they headed down the stairs. 

Wooyoung tucked his note in his pocket and followed. If he were being honest, Yeosang would’ve probably loved this place, even if it did limit his connection with the outside world. 

-Later-

Wooyoung had been drifting slightly on the couch, curled up beside Changbin when the door suddenly opened. There was a grunt from someone, and the undeniable scent of garlic instantly drifted into his nose. 

“I’m home!” 

“OPPA!/HYUNG!” 

Wooyoung startled into a sitting position as a chorus of screams rang out. He watched Gahyeon, Eric, and Jongho go sliding across the floor, jumping up and latching themselves onto the person who’d just come in. 

Instantly, Wooyoung felt like he’d been grabbed by the throat. 

Standing in the doorway, was a man standing about the same height as he did, his dimples deep and prominent as he smiled, spinning the three children around as they clung to him. His hat had fallen off in the process, revealing inky black hair that clung to his forehead from the presumed sweat of the summer heat outside. Wooyoung could hardly see his eyes as he smiled, laughing as the three children began to excitedly chatter about the day without pause.

“Yah, let the poor man come inside and get comfy first!” Chaerin scolded, sticking her head out of the master bedroom. San’s laughter died down after another minute or two of cuddling, and it was then that he met Wooyoung’s gaze. 

Wooyoung awkwardly moved his hand, sending him a quite pathetic wave. 

“Hi.” 

The man’s face lit up and he crossed the room in an instant, bowing without dropping any of the kids. 

“Oh! You’re here safely! I’m glad!” He beamed. Wooyoung had been a bit taken aback by his energy, but nodded. 

"I'm guessing you're San?"

"The one and only~ I'll be your local guide 'round here. I'll take care of you all, don't worry." He beamed, hands on his hips. Changbin sent him a smile. 

"Thanks. Your letter said you'd make dinner. Did you want any help?" He inquired. San shook his head, lightly setting the trio of toddlers down. 

"No, no. First meal's always on me when it comes to friends and family. Do any of you have any allergies?" He looked at them with an almost doe like expression, and Wooyoung had no choice but to tease him. 

"Garlic." He responded, keeping his voice neutral. Namhae had been known for its production of garlic, amongst other things. San's eyes widened immediately, lips parting as a horrified noise left his lips. 

"Oh no , wait hold on I have to look into a different meal I'm so sorry , oh god I almost killed him-"

Wooyoung covered his mouth, laughing behind his hand as he watched San fret. Kibum looked up from the book he had been reading across the room, glaring at him. He sent Wooyoung a look akin to a mother about to hurl her shoe, and Wooyoung tried to stifle his laughs. 

“I’m kidding. I just wanted to tease you a bit. I don’t have any allergies.” 

San blinked owlishly, looking moments away from having a crisis, before his brows furrowed. 

“Oh!...Oh.” He crossed his arms, pouting as he looked at him. 

“Oh, haha. I’ll start cooking, I’ll call you all when it’s ready.” He set all three of Chaerin’s children down, kissing their heads before making his way to the upper floor. Wooyoung watched him go, noticing the lines of his muscles after he pulled off his jean jacket. 

Changbin gently nudged him, sending him a knowing look. 

“You’re so obvious about it.” He teased. Wooyoung rolled his eyes and leaned against him, playing an offline game on his phone. 

“If I’m gonna be stuck in the country, I might as well enjoy the view.” He muttered. Changbin chuckled and went back to idly drawing. 

The sound of simmering meat soon drew Wooyoung’s attention, alongside the scent of garlic and onions. 

Yeonjun lifted his head, sniffing a few times. 

“Hm…Bulgogi. And-” He sniffed once more. “Some kind of fried chicken and…soup? I smell broth.” 

Chaerin looked at him in interest before tilting her head. 

“You got all of that from a few sniffs?” She inquired. He smiled proudly and Kibum made a motion with his hand. 

“These three are my top students. Yeonjun has a very sensitive nose, Changbin can tell each and every ingredient you use in any dish, and Wooyoung has quite a photographic memory, you show him once how to cook a meal and he’ll never forget.” 

All three of Kibum’s proteges smiled and Chaerin put her hands on her hips, holding out a glass to them. 

“Alright then. Tell me what’s here.” 

Changbin took a sip and smacked his lips together. Yeonjun sniffed once and sat back with a smile on his face, crossing his arms. Changbin nodded and smiled, handing the drink off to Wooyoung for him to enjoy the rest of it.

“Oh, that’s good.” 

“Tell me what you picked up on, then.” She smiled, gesturing. Changbin wrote them down on a piece of paper she slid over to him from the counter and then passed it over to her, motioning for Yeonjun to tell her verbally. Wooyoung watched them, sipping the drink with a small smile on his face. He’d never had something like this before. 

“Rice, surprisingly, water, almonds, cinnamon, almond milk, evaporated milk, vanilla, aaaand agave. Right?” he inquired. Her lips quirked, sending him a thumbs up, showing them the paper and the identical list Changbin had written out for her. 

“That’s impressive, boys. It's called Horchata. I had a friend of mine overseas teach me to make it a few years back and now it's a personal favorite of mine and my husband’s.” She noticed the glass that had been passed to Wooyoung had been nearly completely downed, a small cream colored moustache left at the top of his lip

“-and apparently a favorite of Wooyoung’s too.” She smiled. 

Footsteps drew their attention to the stairs and San poked his head down, a towel around his shoulders as he smiled at them. 

“Dinner is almost ready.” 

One by one, they all filed upstairs, sitting around the table. San served each of them, with garlic fried chicken, bulgogi, a side of rice, and miso soup. 

“I know it’s probably nothing compared to city-style food, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless. It's what my Grandma and Grandpa used to make whenever we had guests over.” San set out glasses in front of everyone, letting them have their choice of what to drink while he moved to help the little ones settle into their chairs. 

Wooyoung took a bite and immediately felt warmth bloom inside of him. The meat was of good quality and had been marinated perfectly. It hadn’t been the most exquisite taste he’d had in the world, but something about it made him feel like he had been welcomed home after a long journey. 

“What brings you all here, anyway?” San inquired, breaking apart pieces of the unspicy chicken he’d made to the side so Jongho could eat. Kibum pointed his chopsticks at his three students. 

“These three want to join my restaurant team, and they certainly have the potential, but I want them to take the time to understand different types of cuisine, and sometimes that includes the difference in culture and region. There’s a certain soul people put into their food that’s different from person to person.” He explained. Yeonjun didn’t say a word, cheeks bulged with food. Changbin simply nodded while Wooyoung’s head had been lost in the clouds. 

San glanced across the table at the men before he nodded, listening to the light conversation at the table and adding his two cents here and there. 

The rest of the dinner had been light-hearted and casual, with San helping carry the tired toddler trio downstairs before returning upstairs. 

“If it helps, there’s some better connection in the southern part of the house. Not the strongest, but it’s something.” He offered, finding Yeonjun checking his phone once more. He perked in response to this, not-so-subtly excusing himself and jogging downstairs. Changbin yawned and retired for the night 

Wooyoung sat by the window, staring out at the village. Most of the businesses had closed already for the day, and there wasn’t the familiar sense of business that he was used to. Instead, the night was still, with the crickets and owls replacing the birds from earlier with their own nocturnal songs. 

“I hope I can help you enjoy this a bit more.” 

Wooyoung looked over his shoulder, blinking in confusion as San sat beside him, one knee pulled up to his chest. He stared up at the moon through the window, humming for a moment as he looked for the words. 

“I’ve only met Kibum-hyung once last year. His proteges ended up leaving before the end of a full week. I don’t know what happened to them after that, or if they even stayed with his culinary program, but Namhae is a lot more special than it seems at first.” San spoke quietly, as if to not disturb Changbin as he rested just a few feet from them. Wooyoung sighed and rolled his tongue along his cheek. 

“I’m sure I’ll get over it. It’s just a bummer. Yeosang and I had plans this summer and instead, I have to be here.” the words sounded a bit more aggressive than he had meant it in his head and San pressed his lips into a line before the mildly offended look was gone a moment later. 

“Yeosang, you mentioned him earlier too when you were eating. Is he your friend?” He inquired, trying to steer the conversation a bit away from Wooyoung’s offending tone a second ago. Wooyoung realized how he’d come off and shook his head. 

“Sorry I didn’t mean it like that, what I mean is-ugh sorry. That’s really such a dick way of putting things.” He apologized and San smiled softly, lightly patting his knee. 

“Thank you. Continue.” 

Wooyoung looked down at his hand before he went back to answer the question. 

“Yeosang is my best friend. He loves things like this, I’m sure he would have been perfect for this kind of trip, but he has studies to do so he couldn’t take any time off this summer to come with.” Wooyoung sighed and San hummed, tilting his head ever so slightly. 

“I take it you two have been friends for a long time?” 

“Since childhood. I met Changbin and Yeonjun in high school and the four of us have been nearly inseparable. This is the first time since who knows how long we've been apart.” He mumbled. San nodded, gently squeezing his knee. 

“How bout I be your friend? You gotta see my pretty face every day for the next three months, anyway.” He winked. Wooyoung looked back at him and sent him a smirk. 

“Since you’re offering, I think that sounds lovely.” He shot back. San chuckled and removed his hand from his knee, standing to stretch. A sliver of his stomach drew Wooyoung’s attention as his t-shirt rose with the motion, with a definable dip in his hips and a neatly trimmed trail leading down from his navel and disappearing into the waistband of his pants. 

The moment he dropped his arms, Wooyoung looked up as if he hadn’t been ogling. 

“I’m gonna take a bath and head to bed. Will you follow me for a sec? I just wanna make sure you have the right room.” he beckoned Wooyoung to follow him before making his way out of the room, yawning audibly. 

The room was cozy, with some more plants sitting upon a desk along with some messily arranged stationary that matched the letters the three of them received. A smile came to his face, and he found it cute how much San had seemingly fretted about their arrival. His wastebasket was half full of crumpled paper, the remnants of rejected letters, and as San cleared his throat, clearly flustered, Wooyoung sent him a smug smile. 

“You really were excited to have us come, it seems.” He teased. San rubbed the back of his neck, not denying it as a blush crept up to his cheeks. 

“I don’t have any friends my age, so it's nice to have these summers where new folks may come by. Plus, just like I can teach you all about this village and our way of life, I’d like to learn more about city life, too. I’ve never been outside of Namhae.” 

Wooyoung’s smile fell, picking up on the lonely tone in his voice and the way he refused to meet his eyes. He opened his mouth, but nothing would come out, and an awkward pause stretched between the two of them. 

“Erm. I’m gonna go take that shower now. I’ll try to come back quietly just in case you’re asleep before I get out.” San bowed and made his way out hastily, leaving Wooyoung stunned by the revelation. 

Wooyoung shook himself out of it a moment later, shuffling over to his bag to get something comfortable to wear to bed. It was large, though with two of them, they probably would be a bit snug. He hummed quietly and shrugged, climbing into bed and resting on top of the sheets. Once he did, he felt himself drifting, nuzzling the pillow. 

He was already long asleep by the time San returned. The slightly older man looked at him, gently draping a light blanket over his shoulders before he carefully made his way into the bed, tucking himself under the covers and curling up ever so slightly, smiling to himself.  

-6 am-

“Okay, time to wake up.” 

Wooyoung cracked his eyes open, a disgruntled noise leaving his lips as he looked up. 

“Wha-”

“It's time to get up and at em, we’re actually late.” 

Wooyoung squinted at his phone screen and sent San a dirty look. 

“Are you out of your mind-” 

“Nope~ Cmon, we gotta go!” San smiled from ear to ear, already dressed and heading outside to wake Changbin and Yeonjun. 

Roughly twenty minutes later, all three of the city boys were trudging downstairs, where Kibum had already been waiting, offering them cups of convenience store coffee. He had a knowing smile on his face as he looked at them. 

“Oh don’t worry, boys. Once you get the hang of it, your body will wake you up naturally.” 

Even Changbin sent him a dirty look as they took the coffee, following San outside to his car. It looked to be older than all of them if Wooyoung was being honest. San hopped up into the car, smiling from ear to ear as it started up. 

"I do a lot of work on ol' Atiny here. Don't worry your heads one bit. She'll get us there no problem." San winked. Wooyoung really did find himself liking the man's Satoori more than he should, climbing in the car without any further complaint. 

The drive to the garlic farm was a rather long one. San didn't put on the radio, keeping his voice down as he spoke quietly to Kibum up front, as if giving the city boys in the back the opportunity to fall asleep for the ride. 

Wooyoung appreciated the gesture, but he kept himself awake, listening quietly. 

"Have you been taking care of yourself?"

San smiled softly, looking forward. 

"I certainly have been trying. I just do what I can."

Kibum hummed, settled back in his chair. 

"You could always move to the city. Spend some time with some like-minded folks."

San drummed his fingers along the wheel. He didn't say a word for a while. 

"I'd be lying if I said I hadn't considered it after the festival incident. The years after that haven't been kind to me, honestly."

Wooyoung perked slightly at that, feigning disinterest as he listened quietly. San had such a sorrowful tone in his voice as he mentioned whatever this 'incident' was. 

Kibum shook his head and opened his mouth to say something before he thought better of it and simply closed his mouth and let out a small huff. 

"If you ever change your mind, you have my number. That or let Jiyong and Chaerin know and I'm positive you'll be able to get on your feet in the city."

San hummed a tune Wooyoung had never heard before, pulling up a winding dirt road toward a farm. 

"We'll see. I appreciate it, regardless." He parked the car and turned the engine off, sending Key a dazzling dimpled smile before turning to the back. 

"Alright, gentlemen! Time to get up and at em!" He rose his voice, startling the trio to attention. He smiled sweetly and pointed out to the fields. 

"First, is our lesson in farming. Today, we pick garlic bulbs to get them prepped for sale later down the line." 

The men piled out of the car, looking out into the field and finding some middle-aged and even senior-aged farmers already out and about, their baskets already a quarter of the way filled. San smiled and pointed to his left. 

“This way.” he guided them, smiling sweetly and waving and nodding in acknowledgment at some of the farmers that caught their eye. Wooyoung couldn’t help but notice some of them seemed…less than enthused to wave back, and some ignored him outright, watching the group pass with a small shake to their head once they believed they weren’t being watched by the group of young men. 

Wooyoung felt his lips purse in displeasure, looking at the back of San’s head. If he noticed, he didn’t seem phased in the slightest, handing each of them a small, hand-held rake-like tool. 

"You're lookin' for the ones that have some browning in the lower leaves. These garden forks can loosen up the soil around them so you can get the bulbs out. Once you do, set it in your baskets." San instructed, moving aside and kneeling. 

Wooyoung watched as Kibum got right to it, with Changbin and Yeonjun exchanging a look and pairing off to begin their harvesting. Wooyoung lingered for a moment before he stepped a bit closer to San, kneeling and glancing at him. 

San was much faster than anyone he'd ever seen before, and Wooyoung’s brow furrowed in no time. San noticed his lack of movement and glanced at him before sending him a charming smile, his eyes crinkling and his dimples deep as he slowly raked his fork over the soil, carefully softening it. He checked the stem, running his thumbs over the bottom leaves. Wooyoung followed the motion with his eyes, noticing the browning at the base. He burrowed his fingers into the softened soil, digging in slightly before he gently worked the bulb out, no longer trying to be subtle in his silent instruction. 

“Like this.” He smiled, chuckling at the way Wooyoung’s cheeks darkened ever so slightly in embarrassment. Wooyoung coughed ever so slightly and shied, looking down at the plants in front of him. He panicked, grabbing the first one and pulling, completely forgetting some of the steps. San opened his mouth to correct him gently, letting out a small ‘oop-’ when he watched Wooyoung rip the stalk clean apart from the rest of the bulb. 

He stared at the greenery in his hand before looking at the ground, an offended expression crossing his face. San snorted, a full-blown laugh leaving his lips as Wooyoung turned his gaze over to him. 

“You- are you laughing at me?” he inquired, letting out a scandalized gasp. San bit his lip, eyes drifting away from Wooyoung’s betrayed expression as his shoulders bobbed. 

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. It was just very cute.” he reached down, softening the soil and gently digging the bulb from the ground. 

“What you want to do is gently work it out of the soil by the bulb, not the stem. When we clean off the bulbs later, we actually secure the stems together in bundles and then let them dry, so we want to try to leave the bulbs and stems as intact as we can.” San scooted closer, his knee brushing against Wooyoung’s as he used the garlic stem beside the one Wooyoung had failed to harvest properly. Wooyoung watched him closely, copying him step by step and triumphantly wiggling his own garlic bulb free. 

“I did it!” He grinned. San smiled and nodded. 

“You did it. I’ll be right here to help you out if you need it. Please don’t hesitate to ask. I’m right beside you.” San encouraged him with a gentle tone of voice that made Wooyoung’s heart stutter. He smiled in thanks and got back to work. 

He wasn’t sure how much time had passed before he groaned, sweat rolling down his brow. San had stepped aside to check on Yeonjun and Changbin, laughing at something Wooyoung’s ears couldn’t pick up on. The cicadas chirped loudly, the sound echoing through the fields as San turned his head, catching Wooyoung’s gaze out of the corner of his eye. 

“You look thirsty. I have some water bottles in the car, let me go bring them for ya.” He jogged down the trail, heading back to the car. Wooyoung looked down at his basket, proud of what he had already done, when an old farmer made his way up to them. 

“Good morning!” Kibum noticed him first, bowing in greeting. His three proteges followed suit, bowing in acknowledgment. The farmer sent them a pleased smile. 

“New folks, huh? It’s nice to see some city folks out here gettin’ their hands dirty. Here, I’ll share some with you all.” He reached into his basket, handing over some of the bulbs he had harvested, not so subtly checking how many they had gotten in their time out in the field compared to his own. He made a small hum, grabbing a few extra bulbs for Wooyoung. 

“Here ya go. I hope you lot enjoy our little village while you’re here. I will say though…” he lowered his voice, glancing in the direction San had left in. 

“I’d be careful around that one. He ain’t right.” He whispered. Wooyoung felt his smile fall, the hospitality the man had given him a moment before now revealing itself to be a ruse. Kibum narrowed his gaze instantly behind the man’s head. 

“What does that mean, exactly?” he pressed, keeping his voice even, though his tone didn’t raise above a stiff, neutral volume. 

“He’s an odd one, is what I’m sayin. I’d just be careful, just a word of advice.” He laughed at something none of them found humorous, making his way down the opposite path as San began to return, holding a cooler full of beverages for them. 

“Sorry for taking so long-” He paused, noticing the four men watching the farmer leave. Wooyoung’s brows pulled together in concern, shifting his attention over to San. Before he could think to ask him what the man could possibly mean, he watched San fidget, his grip nearly white-knuckled on the cooler’s handles before he shook his head and set it down, putting his dimpled smile back on. 

It didn’t reach his eyes this time. 

“C’mon, everyone. I packed some things to drink in here and Chae-noona made sandwiches and stuff for us. I think a break is in order.” 

Wooyoung shook off the bitter feeling that had manifested itself in his stomach and moved to sit beside San, sending him a smile. 

“You’re prepared. Thanks so much for your hard work.” He thanked him and took a seat in the dirt. Yeonjun and Changbin followed suit, all of them thanking San and sitting in a circle with him. San looked taken aback at first, eyes widening before he relaxed, sending them a thankful smile. Kibum smiled and nodded in approval, sitting with the younger men and enjoying their breaks together. 

-7pm- 

Wooyoung sat by the windowsill once again, sending messages back and forth to Yeosang, his mom, and some of his other friends at home. 

Or, trying to, anyway. 

He really did have to get used to being out in the sticks. 

San came in after a moment, yawning as he climbed into bed. Wooyoung followed the motion with his eyes. San layed down hugging his pillow, letting out a sigh as he put his head into it. Wooyoung tilted his head to the side. 

“That was a pretty big sigh there. You alright?” He inquired. San didn’t move for a moment or two, and Wooyoung almost thought he hadn’t heard him. He opened his mouth to ask again, but San shifted, looking at him. 

“Can I ask you a question? You don’t have to answer if it makes you uncomfortable.” 

Wooyoung unconsciously sat up straighter, looking at him with his undivided attention. 

“Go ahead, I doubt you’ll make me uncomfortable.” 

San paused for a moment, letting out a small laugh that didn’t sound genuine as he fixed his gaze on Wooyoung. 

“What did that guy say out in the field? You all looked…angry when you came back.” 

Wooyoung’s expression immediately soured. San noticed but didn’t say anything else, waiting to see if he would let him in on what had made them respond like that. 

“He came up to us and was really nice, but then he said some weird shit about you being ‘odd’ and ‘not right’ and it was really rude. Who does that?” Wooyoung crossed his arms and San looked away for a moment, sighing. 

“A lot of the people in this village think I’m a bit…off. I understand if you don’t wanna sleep in the same room as me anymore. I can sleep on the couch or somethin’.” He murmured. Wooyoung sent him an incredulous look, laughing. 

“Why? You’ve been nothing but nice to me. I’m not gonna just listen to some random person who’s clearly speaking in bad faith over someone who’s been nothing but sweet and kind to me. Besides, even if something about you was different , that doesn’t give anyone the right to act like that with people accompanying you. Jiyong-hyung and Chaerin-noona wouldn’t just let anyone be around their kid without checking their background thoroughly and making sure they were safe. As far as I see it, if they trust you, and the old man trusts you, I do too.” Wooyoung stood and made a point to come to the bed, plopping down beside San with a force that made them bounce for a moment before they settled in their respective places. 

San made a surprised noise and looked at him in surprise before blinking. 

“....Just like that? You’re not gonna ask?” 

“I think that may be the problem here. It's none of my business right now. If you want to tell me what he could be talking about, that’s perfectly fine. If you don’t, that’s fine too. I just met you, I don’t expect you to pour your heart out to me and tell me your entire life story in 24 hours because some guy was trying to be a jerk out in a garlic field. I’m going to learn who you are from this experience and our time together. You’re more than welcome to tell me whatever you’d like whenever you’d like, and I’ll be happy to listen if and/or when you do, but until that conversation comes, it’s none of my business.” Wooyoung spoke a mile a minute, and San just watched the side of his face in wide-eyed wonder, brows up in surprise. Once he was done, he smiled and the stress that had gathered in his shoulders melted away. 

“I’ll work hard, then.” He quietly responded. Wooyoung rolled his eyes and rolled to face him, their faces much closer and their hands brushing as he looked at San. 

“You don’t have to work hard. You just have to be you.” 

San searched his eyes quietly before smiling and letting out a small nod. 

“I see. I understand. Thank you.” 

Satisfied, Wooyoung nodded and rolled over, his back to San. 

“Now get some rest. I’m tired as hell and I know you’ll inevitably wake me up at ass crack o clock for more good ol’ farming.” He playfully cooed, trying to mimic San’s natural Satoori. San let out a hum and rolled over, as well. 

“Fair enough. Good night, Wooyoung.” 

“Mmm. Goodnight, San.” 

-The Next Week-

Wooyoung had woken up the moment San had begun stirring. The aches from the days before had settled in his bones, and he wasn’t in any real rush to get up. He’d been doing a myriad of different things since they’d started their work here in Namhae, and Wooyoung had long since stopped complaining about the manual labor. He actually found it quite enjoyable to be able to harvest some of his own food and then cook them later. 

The smile Kibum had let out when he admitted that one night during dinner prep made an embarrassed flush rush to his cheeks, but he simply huffed and continued cooking while explaining every step to his audience consisting of Jongho, Gahyeon, Eric, and San. 

Speaking of, in the present, San moved about the room quietly, scratching his head as he shook off his own tiredness. Each step was careful and deliberate, nearly cat-like in manner as he moved without a sound, navigating the room in the dark. 

Wooyoung watched him with half-lidded eyes, lifting his head slightly. 

Before he could open his mouth to greet him, San peeled his shirt off and over his head, tossing it into a basket situated near the door. Wooyoung felt his mouth go dry, watching the muscles ripple across the expanse of San’s back as he shuffled about the drawer for a different shirt. 

Anything he had to say immediately went out of the window as he admired the man, transfixed on his form as San muttered to himself about ‘looking good’. It took everything in Wooyoung to not blow his cover and just blurt that he already did look good. San finally found one, plucking a black T-shirt from his drawer and putting it on in one fluid motion. He grabbed the waistband of his sleeping pants and Wooyoung feigned rolling over, deciding to give the man some privacy. He’d oggled enough as is, and he’d feel like a creep looking at any more of San without permission. 

“Hm?” San notice his pseudo-rousing and paused in changing, looking over his shoulder. Wooyoung pretended to snuggle into the pillow, his heart thundering in his chest as he heard San shift somewhere behind him. He came closer, leaning down to gently push some of Wooyoung’s bangs out of his face. Wooyoung nearly twitched, his fingers flexing against the pillow as he heard San quietly sigh. 

“Don’t ruin it, San.” He quietly muttered to himself before he pulled away, clearing his throat and gently shaking Wooyoung’s shoulder, leaning a respectable distance from him. Wooyoung opened his eyes, making a few mutters that made him seem like he was disoriented and only just now awakening. San sent him a smile, though he didn’t meet his eyes as enthusiastically as he usually did. 

“Hey. Sorry, but we should probably get an early start today. We’re going fishing and it’s best to get out there before too many of the other villagers head out and we have to worry about the fish not biting from the crowd.” he let him know in a gentle tone. Wooyoung looked up at him, feeling a conflicted emotion as San turned and headed out with the pair of pants he was going to change into, clearly intending to change elsewhere. 

He ran a hand through his hair, ruffled it about, and then pushed himself up off of the bed. 

-8am-

“So you think he’s hot? I personally think it’s great.” Yeonjun crossed his arms as he sat beside Wooyoung, slightly queasy from the boat ride. Wooyoung nearly threw his hands up to get him to be quiet, making a series of noises that were unintelligible. 

“Shut the fuck up before he hears you!” Wooyoung hissed, smacking him in the arm. Yeonjun let out a  yelp and shoved his shoulder, scowling at him. 

“What’s the problem? We’re gonna be stuck here for months anyway, might as well have fun if that’s what you wanna do. Besides, if it keeps you distracted from the trainwreck back home with Yeosang, maybe you do need a distraction.” 

Wooyoung nearly hit him again, frowning. He’d been infatuated with their mutual best friend for longer than he could remember, but it seemed like he would always kindly rebuff his advances or was just flat-out too oblivious to realize that they were, in fact, advances in the first place. 

He looked down at his shoes and Yeonjun caught the crestfallen look on his face, frowning. 

“Look, I’m not speaking bad on Yeosang, I never would, but I just think if you finally have someone else in your sights that has caught your fancy, you should go for it. Besides, if it doesn’t work out well, who cares? You’ll be going back home after the summer is over and you can pretend you didn’t take an L if you do fumble.” Yeonjun tried to tease, but his playful smile fell as he watched Wooyoung’s gaze drift to the other side of the boat where San had been helping Changbin set up his rod. 

Wooyoung didn’t laugh along with his teasing and Yeonjun hummed, hugging him from the side. 

“Chin up, bestie. You’re not bagging anything with your eyes all puppy-dog-like and pouty.” He told him before he stood and cleared his throat. 

“San! Can you help Woo next? He’s really eager to learn!” he called. Wooyoung’s eyes widened and San looked over, smiling and nodding. He jogged over and stopped in front of the two of them, holding a rod in each hand. 

“Okay, I’ll be happy to help.”

Yeonjun took one rod and smiled at him. 

“I actually know how to fish. My boyfriend taught me a while ago, I’ll head over there, you can teach Woo, though.” He smiled and strode away, leaving San shell-shocked as he watched him go. Wooyoung let out an exasperated sigh, looking up at San, waiting for his usual eager instruction. Instead, he looked like his brain had shut down completely, blinking owlishly. 

“His-” He didn’t even finish, but Wooyoung could see the thoughts in his mind running a mile a minute as he opened and closed his mouth. 

Wooyoung tilted his head, ready to ask him if he was okay before everything clicked into place. 

-“You could always move to the city, live with some like-minded folks.”

“I can’t say I haven’t considered it after the festival incident.” 

“I’d be careful around that one, he ain’t right.”

“He’s an odd one, is all I’m sayin’.” -

Wooyoung reached and gently touched his wrist, startling his attention forward. San looked at him and he sent him a smile. 

“He means Soobin. They’re really cute. I think you’d love to meet him someday. He’s a pretty athletic type like you and Changbin. I think it’d be nice if we all got to introduce you to some people in our circles, to be honest. Chan and Yeji would probably immediately adopt you to like, best friend status.” He told him. San looked at him, then back at Yeonjun, watching him laugh and chatter with Changbin before he fixed his gaze on Wooyoung once more. 

“F-friends? All of these people are friends of yours?” There was a slight shake to his voice, a temporary fumble before he caught himself. Wooyoung took the fishing rod and walked to the edge of the boat. 

“Teach me how to cast this and I’ll tell you more. Early bird gets the worm, right?” he grinned. San nodded, clearing his throat and instructing him on how to safely cast his line after choosing his bait. Once their lines were all out, Wooyoung leaned on the rail, the sea salt twinged air blowing his bangs as he looked out at the ocean. 

“Let’s see. Soobin is Yeonjun’s boyfriend of like, three years? Chan and Changbin have been dating for like five, and Yeji joined their relationship like two years ago-” 

“Wait.”San looked at him, eyes widened in surprise. Wooyoung laughed.

“They’re polyamorous. It’s honestly so cute and mushy when the three of them are together, even if they do like to playfully bully Changbin, it’s all in good fun.” Wooyoung put his chin in his palm and looked out at the sea. San watched him for a while. 

“So…is the Yeosang person you keep mentioning your boyfriend, then? Unless you’re not into that I’m sorry for assuming-” San immediately began clumsily trying to backpedal before he even got a response. Wooyoung couldn’t help but to think he was cute. 

“Yeosang…I’ve had a crush on him for as long as I can remember. I don’t think he knows, though. I don't have a boyfriend right now.” He hummed, eyes looking at his line to make sure he wasn’t missing any potential fish biting. 

San looked at him, then fell into a comfortable silence, staring out with him. 

Wooyoung couldn’t help but to notice the smile that never left his lips as he enjoyed the lull of the boat and the ocean. 

-5pm-

“San, come here, I’ll show you how we make this stew. My mom used to make it all the time.” Wooyoung beckoned San over, smiling as he all but darted across the room, eyes wide like a child’s as he looked over Wooyoung’s shoulder. 

San watched his every move and soon stood beside him, copying him without a word, his eyes narrowed from his focus. Wooyoung laughed suddenly, drawing his attention up to his face instead of the fish he had been cleaning. 

“What?” He inquired. Wooyoung sent him a teasing look. 

“You look really handsome when you focus like that. You get this cute little furrow in your brow.” He complimented. San paused, a blush creeping up to his ears. 

Wooyoung smiled devlishly, proud of himself as he turned his attention back to the fish. 

“So then after you clean it-” he continued on as normal, watching as San cleared his throat, trying-and failing-to hide the face he was caught off guard by Wooyoung’s flirting. 

Chaerin poked her head into the kitchen a few hours later, smiling as she saw all of the young men working together, watching as Yeonjun taught San some of the fruity drink recipes and Changbin let him taste test the meat he had been searing on the other side of the kitchen. The four laughed like old friends, and it warmed her heart to hear San finally have some friends. 

She pushed herself off of the door frame and sat down at the table, kissing each of her babies on the head before they all got back to working on a puzzle to pass the time. 

When they finally sat down at the table to eat later, the sound of laughter filled the room, drifting throughout the home until late into the evening. It had been nice to see San laugh and talk with people his age. The light blush on his cheeks brought a smile to her face that she hid behind the rim of her wine glass. 

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The next month had been…something. One of three down, and it seemed after that faithful day, something had shifted between San and Wooyoung. The two worked so well together, one would be easily fooled into thinking they had been close for years themselves. 

Wooyoung had gained more of a keen eye for some of the villagers looking at the four interact with each other. It was five including the times Kibum would come along, though he had begun to pull back and let them explore on their own time. 

They were never outwardly hostile, but some of them did make a point to not go near the quartet or would whisper behind their hands when they thought no one was looking after they would pass. Wooyoung wasn’t naive, he wasn’t a stranger to the concept of people being less than favorable when it came to another person’s preferences and lifestyle, but something about the whole ordeal made him especially angry because San had been so isolated in the home town he’d clearly loved so much over something so fucking stupid . 

Wooyoung had stuck to him like glue because of it, choosing to go with him whenever San was out and about, be it for working out in the fields or out at sea or just for recreational exploration of the island. Yeonjun and Changbin would give them their alone time occasionally, thoughWooyoung never prompted either of them for it. 

He was grateful they did, however. 

San had gotten comfortable with him in their time together, brushing against him at nearly every possible opportunity, hugging him from behind, even playfully tilting his chin up here and there when he caught him off guard and spacing out. 

All of it made his heart thrum in anticipation, but he’d always been left hanging, neither of them taking that extra step forward to commit to…whatever this flirting had been. 

It had been driving him quite crazy, if Wooyoung was being honest. 

Today they stayed inside, sprawled out on the floor with a small fan circulating between the two of them. It was scorching outside, and today had been the first day all of them agreed to stay inside and not do any farming. 

Yeonjun made a point to grab Changbin, saying something about teaching the little ones how to make homemade ice cream before he tugged him downstairs, leaving Wooyoung alone with San. The Namhae native set down a glass of juice beside Wooyoung before he tugged at his shirt a few times, muttering something about needing a bigger fan or finally investing in a new aircon. 

Wooyoung watched him out of the corner of his eye, his lips curling up teasingly. 

“If it’s too hot, just take your shirt off.” 

San paused, looking at him with a brow arched. A month ago, he would have blushed up to his ears and probably would have declined with a flustered stammer, but now, Wooyoung found him not backing down from his teasing gaze. His own lips quirked as he tilted his head up, looking down at him with a look Wooyoung swore was more sultry than anything he’d ever seen on the slightly older man’s face. 

“I bet you’d like it if I did, huh?” 

Wooyoung sat up himself, sizing him up and smiling back despite the furious ba thumps of his heart. 

“And if I say I would? Then what?” 

“Then prove it. You can take it off of me if you’d be so inclined.” 

A beat of silence stretched between the two of them and San’s expression almost broke, his words catching up to him and his heart nearly leaping out of his chest when he realized how forward he had been. Before he could apologize, Wooyoung pushed himself up off of the floor, standing in front of him and tugging him forward by his belt hoops. 

San nearly stumbled, a surprised look on his face as he looked at Wooyoung. Wooyoung swallowed down any nervousness he felt, his face dangerously close to San’s as he ran his thumbs over the end of his shirt. 

“I really will take it off. If you don’t mind, that is.” Wooyoung gave him a moment to reconsider. San held his gaze for a moment before he lifted his arms, nodding and breathing out a quiet; ' Go ahead.’

Wooyoung pulled it up and over his head, tossing it to the side. He didn’t immediately look down at his chest, instead fixing his gaze on San’s face once more, taking in his expression to make sure he hadn’t been made uncomfortable. 

It was quite the contrary, actually, and instead, he looked at him with slightly parted lips, his chest rising and falling a bit quicker than normal. Neither of them spoke for what felt like forever, but once again, Wooyoung spoke up. 

“If you want, you can take mine off, too.” 

San’s jaw settled for a brief moment, and Wooyoung had a passing thought of how it would feel to cup it in his hands. San reached for his shirt, fingers hesitating. 

“You don’t think this is weird? That I’m weird? ” 

Wooyoung put his hands over his and closed them on his shirt. 

“I don’t know what the people in this village have said to you before, but no. This isn’t weird. San, you don’t have to walk on eggshells around me when it comes to this. I understand.” He murmured. San grabbed his shirt and pulled it over his head with a surprising gentleness, his hands hovering just off of Wooyoung’s hips, unsure of where to place them. Wooyoung noticed and stepped closer into his space, feeling the heat radiate from his chest. 

“You’re staring.” Wooyoung purred. San nodded, clearing his throat and looking away bashfully. 

“Sorry. You’re really..uh.”

“Pretty? Attractive? Sexy as fuck?” Wooyoung teased. 

“Yeah. All of those. And then some.” 

Wooyoung felt his cheeks grow hotter, staring at San’s honest expression before he finally took the time to drift his eyes down his body. He’d seen San in skin-tight tank tops and t-shirts before, even seen his back bare a few times, but this had been the first time San had faced him while shirtless. 

You, uh, could certainly tell he was a man who did extensive amounts of manual labor. Despite the fact that a month had passed of them working together, Wooyoung had never seen him from the front. And his ogling was a bit more than telling. 

San watched him with a quiet gaze, not saying anything. Wooyoung looked like he wanted to run his hands over his abdomen, touch and feel all of his defined muscles, but he simply bit his lip. 

“Y’know, this is the first time in a while I’ve been speechless like this.” 

San felt an excited flutter in his chest as he reached and lifted Wooyoung’s chin, a gentle movement he’d done countless times before in their recent time together. Wooyoung looked up instantly, staring into his eyes. 

“I…I’m pretty sure I’m just as caught off guard.” He responded, his thumb idly running over Wooyoung’s cheek. Wooyoung waited for a moment before he hummed, noticing San not making any other movements. He thought back to Yeonjun-and later Changbin’s-encouragement for him to just let loose and have fun while here and spoke up. 

“You look really kissable like this, you know.” 

San’s thumb paused instantly, his eyes widening ever so slightly. He opened his mouth, a quiet, yet scrambled noise leaving his lips until Wooyoung put his hand on his own cheek, mirroring him. 

“Do I look kissable, San?” He continued, turning his head ever slightly to kiss San’s palm. San’s hand twitched ever so slightly, but he didn’t back away from him, nodding. Wooyoung sent him a fake pout. 

“I can’t hear you, Sannie. Do I look kissable to you? Would you kiss me?” He teased, pressing another chaste kiss to San’s palm. San’s fingers flexed and he turned his head back fully, staring into Wooyoung’s eyes. 

“Are you teasing me?” 

“Yes and no. I really want you to kiss me, but I’m trying to behave myself because I see you’re terrified.” 

San’s expression was unreadable for a moment before he closed the distance between them, pressing his lips against Wooyoung’s. The city boy hummed, pleased with the initiation, and kissed him back, his hand sliding from San’s face to cup the back of his neck. 

San broke the kiss much sooner than Wooyoung would have preferred, looking at him in surprise. Wooyoung made a small ‘nuh uh’ noise, pulling him back in for more, peppering his lips with small, chaste kisses that eventually lasted longer and longer until the two of them were making out in the middle of the living room. 

Wooyoung pushed him back gently making him sit on the couch as he sat down and straddled him. 

San panted, setting his hands on Wooyoung’s waist, looking up at him with a blush on his cheeks and his eyes slightly blown. Wooyoung smiled, arching a brow as he cocked his head to the side. 

“You could grab my ass, you know. I don’t think you have to be so polite with touching me, yknow.” 

San looked at him before he slowly lowered his grip, squeezing handfuls of Wooyoung’s ass as he kissed his Adam’s apple. 

“You didn’t say you were comfortable with that, yet.” 

Wooyoung smiled, running his fingers through his hair and leaning into his ear. 

“I’m comfortable for a lot more than this, but if I tell you all that entails, we might make a mess of this couch.” He purred. San’s fingers flexed as he let out a breathy ‘holy fuck?’ followed by his usual boy next door laugh, though it was much airier than Wooyoung had ever heard it before. 

“You city folk really are somethin’, huh?” 

Wooyoung shrugged his shoulder. 

“Trying to be subtle never got my message across before. I think Yeonjun’s right and I should be a bit more forward with things I want.” 

San hummed and tilted his head to the side, gazing up at Wooyoung. 

“And what do you want?” 

“More kisses. Your hands all over me. Your cock down my throat.” 

San blinked in surprise and Wooyoung laughed quietly, sitting directly on his cock. 

“You’re biiig , you know that?” Wooyoung purred, tilting his head as he rutted his ass back. San inhaled sharply through his teeth, hips bucking slightly as Wooyoung slowly rolled and rocked his hips back and forth. He smiled at the expression on his face, leaning close and kissing the shell of San’s ear. 

“Of course, you know that. Are you pent-up? It’s been a month and I’m pretty sure you haven’t touched yourself. Does it ache, Sannie?” He hummed, nipping his earlobe. 

“That’s- fuck- that’s unfair, Wooyoung.” 

“Tell me what you want to do, San.” 

"I don’t-I don’t know- anyone could walk in on us.” San panted, though his actions didn’t match his words, still grinding his cock against Wooyoung’s ass. Wooyoung cupped his cheek and met his eye, his own half-lidded. 

“We could always move, you know. Our bedroom is down the hall.” He casually reminded him, running a finger down his chest. San swallowed dryly before he picked Wooyoung up effortlessly. Wooyoung yipped, eyes widening for a moment before he clung to him. San walked them directly to the aforementioned room. 

He set Wooyoung down with a gentle motion, making sure he held the back of his head before setting it in the center of his pillow. Wooyoung didn’t let go, however, pulling him down and wrapping one of his toned thighs around his waist. San grunted in surprise before kissing him, placing his palms by either side of his head to brace himself. 

Wooyoung’s fingers ran up his back, kneading and lightly clawing at his muscles as they kissed, moaning into San’s mouth as he rolled his hips down, their bulges grinding against one another. San swallowed the sound, moving one of his hands, running calloused fingers down Wooyoung’s neck, collar, chest (stopping to trace the black ink adorning his ribs), and torso, hooking a finger in his waistband and tugging teasingly. 

“Should I take them off now, Woo? Hm?” 

Wooyoung narrowed his eyes at him, opening his mouth to tell him off for daring to turn and tease him, like that's not what he had been doing to San this whole time. Anything he had to say fell flat the moment San’s hand disappeared into his shorts, grabbing his cock and arching a brow at the strangled gasp that tumbled out of Wooyoung’s lips. 

Wooyoung moaned as San stroked him nice and slow, leaning into his ear, 

“You’re talking about how hard I got, look at you. Do I get the treat of hearing more of those pretty moans, Wooyoung?” He purred, twisting his wrist on every upstroke, watching Wooyoung’s expressions like a hawk. Wooyoung’s eyes slipped closed as he breathed out a shaky ‘yes, please.’ San smiled to himself, whispering sweet nothings as he jerked him off, loving every small gasp and whine that came from Wooyoung’s lips and the way he tried-and failed-to keep his voice down as San teased the underside of his cock with his thumb. 

“San~”

“Yes, baby? You’re singing for me, it sounds so good.” San’s satoori rattled around his head and Wooyoung shuddered, grabbing the waistband to his shorts and shoving them down to his knees, sighing at the relief he felt the moment he did. 

San’s eyes drifted down to Wooyoung’s flushed cock, smiling as he rolled his fingers over the tip, smearing precum all over the crown. 

“You’re making a mess. You can cum whenever you want to, baby. I’m not going to stop you.” He encouraged, placing encouraging kisses on Wooyoung’s collar and neck as he watched his cock out of the corner of his eye. 

“San-nn…fuck, San slow down I really will cum if you keep going.” He shuddered, his hips bucking, thrusting into San’s fist despite his pleas. San, however, listened without complaint, slowing his motions and kissing the corner of Wooyoung’s eye as he looked at his expression. 

“I could cum just from looking at you like this.” He hummed, leaning close. Wooyoung met him halfway, pawing at his pants, silently urging him to join him in his nudity. San obliged and reluctantly let him go, sitting up on his knees to unbutton his pants. Wooyoung’s eyes immediately gravitated downwards, biting his lip at that neatly trimmed trail that disappeared into his boxers that he’d only seen glimpses of. San tossed his pants and boxers into the hamper, turning to give his attention back to Wooyoung and smiling at the way Wooyoung stared at him, biting his thumbnail. 

“I want you back on top of me,” San spoke, laying down on his side of the bed. Wooyoung laughed quietly and tossed a leg over his hip, straddling him and sliding down so their cocks were flush against one another. 

“My, you’re awfully bossy.” 

San hummed, not denying the claim as he held Wooyoung’s ass, grinding and rutting so their cocks once more slid against each other and each man’s abs. Wooyoung sighed in pleasure, bucking his hips and closing his eyes as he let San match him below, feeling steadied by the country boy’s firm grip on his ass. San moaned his name below him, making a mess as his precum smeared onto Wooyoung’s abs cock. 

“Kiss…mm Wooyoung c'mere-” 

Wooyoung nearly fell forward as San pulled him down gently, hand cupped on the back of his neck. He adjusted himself, his chest against San’s, their heartbeats both erratic and frantic as they kissed, groaning ever so slightly as they continued to grind and rut on each other. Wooyoung spread his legs wider, a needy hitch in his breath coming out then he felt San's rough fingers rolling over his rim. He shuddered, lifting his hips high, but San only squeezed his ass with his free hand and brought him back flush against his body with a firm tug. 

"I want you to cum like this, pretty boy. Make a mess of the abs you wanted to see so bad." He purred. Wooyoung gasped and bucked, clenching on nothing as he struggled between which he wanted more of, San's kisses, his voice, his fingers along his rim, or his cock between his legs.

" San ." Wooyoung pleaded needily, his body quivering against San’s. 

“C’mon, baby. I got you. I’ll take care of you.” He urged, his own voice sounding strained as Woouyoung groaned in his arms. Wooyoung kissed him desperately to keep himself from possibly raising his voice to a level that would get them caught. 

San groaned back, inhaling sharply as Wooyoung tugged his hair, cumming messily against his abs as instructed. San purred, mumbling praises between kisses as he let out a sigh, cumming a minute or two after him. 

The two men sat in each other’s arms, panting as they reeled. Once he’d gathered his bearings, Wooyoung looked down, cheeks darkening at the mess left behind. 

“Shit, man, you really were pent up, huh?” 

San looked down at the mess splayed across his stomach and laughed airily, letting his head thump against the pillows.

“Hah…yeah, I guess you can say that.” 

-8pm-

Wooyoung swung his feet as he sat on a bench outside a convenience store San and he had walked to. The night air had been a much-needed 180 from the temperature earlier. He held San’s jean jacket over his shoulders as he waited for him, smiling up at him as San jogged outside, two bags full of snacks in either hand. 

“Hey, you could have come inside.” He told him, smiling as he fished out a Melona bar for Wooyoung. He shrugged a shoulder, looking up at the moon. 

“It felt nice out here.” was his response. San hummed and nodded, his eyes spotting an old couple across the way sending them a weird look before whispering amongst themselves. 

“Isn’t that…”

“Mhm, I think it is. What a shame, he grew up to be such a handsome boy. What a waste.”

San’s jaw ticked ever so slightly and Wooyoung followed his gaze. He frowned when he noticed the duo as well and looked back at San. The countryman sent him a smile that didn’t meet his eyes and pointed behind him. 

“We should head back. The little ones are waiting-oh!”He let out a noise of surprise as Wooyoung stood and hooked arms with him, marching back inside the convenience store. 

“Wooyoung? What’s up-”

“You forgot something.” He murmured, looking up and down the aisles. San stumbled a few times before he managed to match Wooyoung’s steps. 

“I did? What is it? Why are you in such a rush-”

Wooyoung didn’t answer him, smiling and letting out an ‘aha!’ as he finally found what he was looking for. San peeked over his shoulder, cheeks going beet red as Wooyoung plucked a box of condoms from the shelf and a bottle of lube. He looked at the label, nose scrunching before putting the bottle back and grabbing one beside it. San stared at him, his eyes the size of dinner plates as Wooyoung meticulously dragged him up and down the aisle, grabbing a few more things before he marched up to the counter, setting everything down. 

The cashier looked at everything before looking at the two of them over the rim of her glasses, arching a brow. San didn’t say a word, completely stun locked into place, while Wooyoung merely arched a brow back at her, waiting. 

“Did you want everything erm…in the same bag?” 

“Yep, it's all going to the same place.” 

She nodded, clearing her throat and scanning each product. Wooyoung paid her without incident and pulled San out, making a point to make eye contact with the old couple that had been whispering about San before. Once they spotted him, he leaned in and planted a kiss on San’s cheek, smiling at the way the dimpled man instantly blushed all the way down his neck, flustered babble leaving his mouth as Wooyoung proudly pulled him in the direction of Chaerin’s house.

“Wooyoung-”

“They made you uncomfortable. Fuck em. Besides, I wanted a kiss.”

San looked at him, a vulnerable look crossing his face, 

“Even out here?” 

“Especially out here. Fuck 'em.” Wooyoung repeated. San looked at him for a long moment before he reached down, holding Wooyoung’s hand. He didn’t get the chance to ask if it was okay before he felt a reassuring squeeze. He smiled, turning his attention back in front of him. 

They walked about two blocks in comfortable silence before San spoke. 

“This town has several festivals.” He started, his footsteps matching Wooyoung. Wooyoung looked at him out of the corner of his eye, making a small sound to let him know he was listening. San took a deep breath, squeezing Wooyoung’s hand. 

“It’s kind of a tradition in this place to ask out someone of your fancy to accompany you to one of them. I asked a boy in my grade in my last year of high school. It didn’t go well.” 

Wooyoung frowned, rubbing his knuckles. San’s voice didn’t waver as he spoke, his arm occasionally brushing against Wooyoung’s as he walked with him. 

“No one got violent or anything if you’re worried. I’ve heard some…unsavory stories about these kinds of things not going well in other places with people who see folks like me…”He looked at their hands. “Folks like us …I’ve heard some scary things. I guess in the grand scheme of things, I can be grateful all that happened was some mockery and the village deciding I was ‘weird’ and ‘not right’ and deciding to keep their distance from me unless absolutely necessary.” he muttered. 

Wooyoung moved to stand in front of him. 

“No. While I’m glad no one hurt you…physically, you’re hurt emotionally. And that’s just as important. They have no right to treat you like this. A whole village turning on someone? Trying to label you as some kind of freak for just loving someone differently? Fuck. Them.” Wooyoung hissed out, leaving no room for opposition. San looked down at him and smiled. 

“Y’know, I’m really grateful for people like Chaerin-noona and Jiyong-hyung. If it weren’t for them, I wouldn’t have even known there were people out there who don’t care. Who will stand beside me and see me for who I am. I wouldn’t have met you.” He murmured the last bit quietly. Wooyoung smiled, opening his mouth to say he was grateful for being able to meet him when he noticed a sad look cross San’s face. 

“I don’t know what I’m going to do when you leave.” 

Wooyoung felt like he’d crashed through a windshield, that one sentence sobering him instantly. 

That’s right. He’s only here one summer. And one-third of it was already gone. 

Wooyoung frowned, fidgeting. San noticed and panicked slightly. 

“Oh, I’m so sorry, I really didn’t mean to bring the mood down like this. Please forgive me for runnin’ my mouth.” He frantically apologized and Wooyoung looked at him, pressing his lips together in a line before he shook his head. 

“San, are you a man who likes challenges?” He inquired. San looked at him with a tilted head. 

“Challenges? I…I don’t know? I mean I guess I do like challenging myself or something, but I don’t really get the opportunity to get competitive with others, if that’s what you mean.” 

“How about this? If I can make this the best summer ever for you, you come back to the city with me.” 

San stared at him with his lips parted, completely speechless. Wooyoung nodded, rubbing San’s knuckles. 

“It’s just an option but…Chae-noona did say she has her home back in Gangnam that you could live in…and you can even stay with me, I don’t mind. My hyungs Hongjoong and Seonghwa hyungs own a shop in town that gets a lot of business, I can ask them to hire you. If…if you want.” He stuttered through the sentence, fumbling his words in a way San had never seen him do since he’d met him. 

“You’d let me live with you? Just like that?” San inquired, his voice quiet, reserved. Wooyoung nodded, looking into his eyes, making sure he could see the truth shining in them. 

“If it’s not abundantly clear by now, I like you. Like, I really like you. And if I can be the selfish city boy for a bit, it would be devastating for me to leave this place and leave you behind, especially with all of these assholes treating you like an alien and the crunchiest internet connection and cell phone service known to man making it difficult to keep in contact with you if we do part.” 

San looked at him for a long time, his expression hard to read. Wooyoung felt anxiety creep up his spine the longer they went standing there, but he didn’t say a word, just waiting. 

After a while, San nodded. 

“Okay. I’ll take you up on that challenge.” He smiled. 

Wooyoung let out a relieved sigh before he gave him a quick peck. 

“Don’t scare me like that, oh my god.” He held his chest before moving from his spot in front of him, walking beside him once more. San smiled and his feet once again matched his pace.

“No one’s ever challenged me like that.” He chuckled. Wooyoung laughed, the nervousness still evident in his tone. 

“It’s not something I just go around doing, I assure you.”

San smiled as they walked through the front door, immediately having three little ones flying in his direction. He let Wooyoung’s hand go, bending down to scoop them up, when he noticed Jongho gravitate to Wooyoung instead, hugging his leg. Wooyoung looked just as surprised, kneeling to pet the brunette toddler. 

“You okay? What’s wrong?” 

“Missed Hyung.” 

Wooyoung’s gaze softened as he hugged him, picking him up and smiling as Jongho let out a ‘weeeeee!’ sound. 

“I missed you too, big guy!” He smiled. San watched him and felt like a weight had been rolled off of his shoulders. 

Wooyoung had challenged him, that much was for sure, but he probably hadn’t realized he’d already accepted the offer in his head. 

The real challenge, San decided, was to not make it completely obvious how infatuated he’d become with the city boy. 

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[missmeinyourbones]

hi leah, sending you a virtual smooch on the cheek! you're so great at writing and i love me a fellow gumi simp. that is all, have a good day xoxo 𓆩♡𓆪

ahhhhh thank you thank you!!! happy to have you here <3

#accepting ur kiss and sending one back

[blissfullyapillow]

Hi Pillow! SleepyIntrovert here. I saw you updated your matchups so I was wondering if I could have songs for the matchups you've already done for me and then a new one please. I'd love if you could do another male genshin matchup along with a jujutsu kaisen one.

Here's some more information for you to work with:

-I can be really sarcastic in an affectionate way with the people I care for and love

-I have dark humor but I also LOVE puns and silly, stupid things

-No matter how hard times get I somehow retain hope and push through. I often feel the need to confine in someone close to me even though it's hard for me to open up

-I love to talk about my interests especially if someone genuinely enjoys listening to me

Thank you and much love xoxo

Notes: Request accepted! I will happily do so for you! I hope you like your matchups, it took me a while to think of them this time around haha

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

How your relationship sounds: 

♡ ⋮ Shikanoin Heizou ₊ ⊹

𖦹 ⋮ Lucifer ✶

✦⋮ Blade 𓆩♡𓆪

‎♡‧₊˚ ⋮ Welt ⊱  ۫ ׅ ✧

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  ๋࣭⭑⋮ Kaveh ✧

⋆｡˚ ⋮ Toge Inumaki ˚◞♡

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I match you with: Kaveh

Credits: sillyakito on pinterest

`✧˖ °. ✉ ⋆ ˚｡ ‹𝟹

I feel like Kaveh would naturally be attracted to your energy, the fact that you are shy and nerdy would initially pique his interest. 

Initially he may avoid talking to you in fear of making you uncomfortable, but a chance encounter proves his worries were based on fiction. You’re surprisingly easy to talk to, just a bit reserved. 

He’ll tentatively approach you after simply because he enjoyed your conversation and wants to get to know you better, and soon you two develop a blossoming friendship that will later evolve into a romantic relationship you only read about in books.

Kaveh definitely has a hint of romanticism about him, and that translates into his ideals and how he views himself as well as the world around him. He simply adores how chaotic you can be once you let your guard down. It literally makes him swoon when you feel comfortable enough to reveal your full self to him, and in turn he’ll do the same.

You often tease him for how sassy he can be, which results in an “argument” of whose sassier versus more sarcastic. You win the title of the latter option.

You two have similar dislikes so it’s not uncommon to happen upon the two of you whispering in each other’s ears, gossiping about a certain individual who just can’t take a hint. Kaveh finds it particularly amusing if someone works you up and you feel the need to rant to him, but nonetheless he is wholeheartedly supportive and always willing to lend an ear.

You two are each other’s source of light in dark times. Kaveh will do everything in his power to look after you and assure you of your worth whenever times are hard, and you don’t hesitate to reciprocate the same amount of energy for him.

Although Kaveh tends to get fed up easily he’s surprisingly patient with you. People who know Kaveh are often surprised when some comments of yours will go without a full blown retort on his end, a simple flick of your forehead seems to be enough to shut you up anyhow. 

One of your favorite ways to spend time with Kaveh is to be in the same room as him, doing a different activity as Kaveh pours his heart into his work. He often works late into the night. He doesn’t expect you to wait up for him but whenever you do it’s his favorite reward after a hard day of work.

You will happily lend an ear to Kaveh’s rants when a customer insists on doing things their way, without taking into account his vision, and Kaveh will listen to you talk about your interests with a tender smile on his face.

Your relationship with Kaveh is something of envy, but that is the least of your concerns. 

You’re both too lost in each other to pay any mind to the jealous stares of passersby, after all.

‧₊˚✩彡

“You didn’t have to wait for me, you know.” His voice brushes along your cheek, startling you slightly. You lift your head from the book you’re currently reading, your gaze meets his, as bright as a shiny red apple.

“I know. I always want to though. I enjoy spending time with you like this.” Kaveh hums in appreciation as he buries his head into your shoulder. He takes in a deep breath, the feeling tickling the skin at the base of your neck.

You giggle. You feel Kaveh’s lips form a smile against your skin.

“Give me a few minutes and I’ll be at your side.” You only nod in acknowledgement, pressing a kiss to the crown of his head as he reluctantly detaches himself from you.

You watch him leave the room, and moments later the sound of the shower running fills the empty silence.You choose to continue reading in hopes of finishing the chapter before Kaveh returns.

You succeed in your wish. Just as you put your book down Kaveh returns. He looks rejuvenated as he playfully launches himself onto the bed beside you. You share in joyous laughter as his arms wrap around you, pulling you closer.

You spend the rest of the night talking about anything and everything, well past midnight, until your eyelids are too heavy and fall shut of their own accord.

You always sleep the best in Kaveh’s arms, and he’s never too shy to admit that he shares your sentiment. 

.ೃ࿔*:☯ ᨐฅ

I match you with: Toge Inumaki

.ೃ࿔*:☯ ᨐฅ

You two would definitely match each other’s energy seamlessly.

Witty comments are a common occurrence between the both of you. Inumaki may use a select vocabulary vocally, but that all changes over text or other written means.

You have gaming sessions together, ranging from cute Minecraft world dates to intense sessions of rage on a fps game, say fortnite. You’ll send Toge those “Games couples should play together” videos and he’ll show up later with said game already downloaded or held in hand, ready to play with you.

You’ll flirt with him only for him to reciprocate, very eagerly might I add, via his actions. It tends to leave you flustered and wanting more.

The world of Jujustu Kaisen is not a happy one, so your positive mindset is a welcome one for him. Sometimes he needs the pick me up and you’re always the first person he turns to.

Undoubtedly any mischief is a result of the both of you; it’s expected at this point. You’re menaces together, Inumaki often working behind the scenes as you help him execute harmless and silly pranks on his fellow classmates. It’s not always appreciated but that doesn’t stop the both of you from laughing your asses off.

He’d definitely share your dark humor. One night you two were up silently chuckling after you showed Inumaki a horrendous joke you stumbled across while scrolling through social media. It was something you probably shouldn’t have been laughing at but it made it funnier for the both of you.

Toge doesn’t mind listening to you. He often listens to others since he can only say so much, but with you he has no qualms about silently sitting by your side as you rant on and on about random topics that come to mind.

Sometimes he feels guilty that he can’t necessarily communicate with you in the ‘normal’ sense of the word, but you always shower him with affection and reassurance whenever he brings up these concerns. Your acceptance of him comforts him more than you’ll ever know, and it makes him fall for you harder every time. 

Your relationship is very unique, but just as loving all the same. You’re each other’s favorite person; it’s unusual to find the both of you apart when you aren’t separated due to work or jujutsu/curse related reasons. 

。°˖🍙*ੈ✩‧₊˚

You open the door expecting to find Inumkai standing on the other side.

and you do, but you’re met with a delightful surprise.

He stands on the other side, holding a few items and what appears to be a letter of some sorts in his hand. “Mustard leaf?” You don’t say a word, moving to the side to allow him in. He wordlessly reaches for your hand; your hands naturally seek each other out, slotting comfortably against each other. He gives your hand a gentle squeeze as he leads you to a nearby spot to sit down.

That happens to be your couch, and you sit down as directed. Toge slips his phone out of his pocket, and you catch his drift. You quickly get up to grab your phone, returning to the couch as you unlock it. Your lockscreen, a picture of you with Toge, a candid mirror selfie as you both make silly faces at the camera, brings a smile to your face. \

You open his messages to read his heartfelt words. He also provides an explanation to his sudden appearance, your former words of dismay an obvious indicator. 

“You bought these things for me because of the situation I told you about?” You murmur the words softly, but he nods his confirmation.

You gingerly take the items and letter from his hand, all things you’ve said in passing many moons ago, and unshed tears take residence on your lashes. 

He silently reaches out to you, whipping the tear that stubbornly escapes the confines of your lashes.

“Toge.. I.. thank you..” You struggle to contain your emotions, but you should know better. Toge simply steps back and opens his arms wide. 

He doesn’t wait long; you throw yourself into his arms as you allow yourself to be vulnerable with him. 

He sighs; he’s content to be here for you when you’re feeling upset, holding you in his arms for eternity… or until you’re ready to face the world with a smile once more.

and that’s exactly what he does. He’s truly happy he has you, and he’ll remain by your side for the time he has left, and forevermore.

 

Dedicated to,

♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ :SleepyIntrovert: :;

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[venuslut]

FANTASIZING ABOUT being fucked by Sukuna’s stomach tongue ♡.

He’ll beckon you over, feeling generous, and loosen your kimono to where you’re basically naked, hanging on by your obi. Sukuna grabbed your waist and pulled you onto his lap, positioning you so that you straddled his waist. The mouth on his abdomen formed and opened with a sinister grin, its lips parting as if it were ready to devour you. The elongated tongue that emerged from it was slick and glistening, invitingly beckoning you closer.

“Go ahead," Sukuna rasped, his voice filled with dark desire. "Ride me, brat."

Hesitantly, you lowered yourself onto his mouth. Feeling the wet warmth of his waiting mouth against your most intimate parts. His tongue, long and sinuous, flicked out to taste you, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. The sensation was both invasive and exhilarating, the slickness of his tongue gliding against your folds, teasing your sensitive clit sending shivers down your spine and a weak cry left your lips.

Sukuna gave you a few seconds to stew in the feeling before his hands tightened their grip on your hips, and brought you down to fully sit on his mouth. His tongue curled and twisted inside you, hitting all the right spots, driving you to the brink of ecstasy. Each thrust of your hips brought you closer and closer to the edge, the pleasure building within you like a raging storm. Making your breath hitch and your body tremble with need. Sukuna uses his lips and tongue to worship your most sensitive areas, alternating between delicate licks and harder, rhythmic strokes. Sukuna's hands, warm and possessive, slide up your sides, his fingers digging slightly into your flesh. He keeps his touch firm, grounding you as you ride the waves of pleasure. His mouth and tongue work relentlessly, building the intensity of your pleasure with every passing second.

As he devours you with his sinful mouth, he keeps his eyes locked on yours, drinking in the sight of your ecstasy. He wants nothing more than to bring you to the peak of pleasure, to feel you quiver against his lips, and to drink in every drop of your sweet release. “God, you’re so…pathetic,” he bloviated, amused at your shameless display of eroticism. While you are in your own world of pleasure, Sukuna raised one arm from his top set and one from his lower set to cup your breasts that were bouncing enticingly in front of him. You didn’t think too much of it outside of the usual stimulation until you felt a wet and slimy feeling touch your breasts, and you realized that he was using the mouths on his hands to lick your boobs.

You mewled as his mouths began sucking and teasing your hardened nipples with his tongue. Lavishing attention to your sensitive peaks. Your body arches, your chest poking out to push deeper into his hands. It is intense. His tongue alternates between your cunt and your clit before focusing on the sensitive bundle of nerves, abusing it til you see stars. Your feedback is choppy, like your brain can’t comprehend how good his ministrations are making you feel. Only broken moans escape your lips and you shudder. “You love getting used like this, huh?” He remarked in a condescending tone, smirking because he knows you can’t even register what he’s saying. “Moaning like a bitch in heat, you must love getting used like a whore,” he continued.

The sounds of your moans reverberated through the grand hall and Sukuna loved how dumb you were acting. Taking the experience to a new level, he took his free hand from his lower set of arms to reach behind you and place a hand over your ass. He was slick, coming in slow and then when you least expected it, he opened the mouth on his hand and stuck his tongue in your asshole. Your eyes that were downcast and glazed over immediately shot open and you shrieked in surprise. That was the catalyst to your orgasm and you released all over his tongue, the slithery appendage lapped up every drop of your juices eagerly, not letting a single ounce go to waste. The taste of your climax on his tongue is like ambrosia, and he relishes in the way your body tenses and spasms against his mouth. And when your release was done, went back into your cunt to resume fucking you to your next orgasm. You quickly began to squirm in his hold and tried to move away from the hand that penetrated your puckered hole, but was held down by Sukuna’s imposing grip.

He grinned evilly at your reaction, “what? You’re telling me you’ve never had anything in this hole?” You shook your head frantically as tears began to well in your eyes, uncomfortable at the sensation of his tongue wriggling around in your asshole. “No… it’s dirty,” you sniffed, feeling shame creep up on you. “Well, I’m happy to be the first. You should be honored, I’m teaching you how to be a proper whore for your husband,” he mused. His tongue extended and curled deeper into you, pressing into sensitive spots you didn’t know you had. This all so knew to you and it came so suddenly, all you wanted to do was run away from this newfound pleasure. His words only served to embarrass you further and make you want to try harder to get away.

Sukuna narrowed his eyes in annoyance at your incessant squirming, smacking your ass with his only free hand. “Behave.” He commanded, his voice deep and domineering, sending a fearful shiver of dread down your stomach. His command making you still immediately. But as you still, all the pleasure comes at you, receiving stimulation from the tongue in your cunt, the mouths on your nipples, and now the tongue in your asshole. Being confronted with all these different types of oral stimulants, you cum quick and without warning. You feel the pleasure burn through your tummy and legs. You cry out, unable to control your voice or your shuttering, digging your nails into his chest and leaving long red scratches. Sukuna could heal those easily, but he wants to leave them there to heal on their own, so he can parade them around like a trophy. He revels in the way you lose control, in the way you let the pleasure consume you, and he wants to have those moments etched into his skin.

And while he appreciates your sounds of ecstasy, you’re beginning to get a little too loud for him. Taking his last free hand, he places it over your mouth, the mouth on his palm eagerly latched onto you, its tongue exploring your mouth with an animalistic hunger. As Sukuna's tongue expertly danced with yours, his other two hands removed themselves from your breasts and found their way to your hips, his grip possessive and demanding. He pulled you off his stomach mouth and moved you lower, the bulge in his robes pressing against your thigh, a clear indication of his own undeniable desire from seeing you come undone. Sukuna took his hand away and broke the kiss, a string of saliva connecting your lips as he pulled away, a wicked grin etched on his face. He had only begun to savor the taste of your submission, and he had no intention of stopping anytime soon.

"Now, my little whore," he whispered huskily, his voice laced with an intoxicating mix of sadism and lust. "Let's see how long you can handle my insatiable hunger. I didn’t prepare your tight little holes for nothing."

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[venuslut]

FANTASIZING ABOUT a whiny Choso Kamo ♡︎.

He’s whiny because it the first time he’s ever felt the euphoric sensation of his cock sliding deliciously across your warm gummy walls as you rode him. Bouncing slowly on his cock and grinding your clit on his pelvis whenever you came down. You leaned your body back while holding his thighs for support, and gave him a full view of what you were doing to him, watching as he disappears into your cunt, and the way a small bulge forms on your lower stomach from having to accommodate him inside you.

His face contorted with pleasure and quiet moans escape his lips. He grips the sheets instead of holding your hips, knowing that he’d hurt you if he held you, and that was the last thing Choso ever wanted. He’d be plagued with guilt if he hurt the first person to introduce him to such pleasures and he cared for. “Y-Y/n, fuck… ‘t’s so good,” he moaned and he threw his head back with a whine when he felt you clench around him. It wasn’t hard to pick up on the fact that his sounds were exciting you, even if he didn’t intend for it too, but he’s glad he can please you in some way.

No matter how much Choso wants you to speed up, he won’t say a word in fear of being too demanding or needy. You find him so cute too, watch him whimper and bite his lower lip while your wetness coated his shaft, making every inch of your joined bodies slick and slippery. His flushed face was scrunched up as he screwed his eyes shut, caught up in the moment and feeling himself become fully immersed, the only thing he’s aware of is the way you squeeze around him. “fuck— I can’t... ‘m not gonna last,” he whined, upset that he was close already.

Unable to handle it any longer, Choso sat up from lying on his back and grabbed your hips with shaky hands. He peppered sweet kisses along your jawline and down to your neck before burying his face in the crook of your neck. “Dove, little bird, let me— fuck… can I fuck you? Please, i’ll make it quick babe, just... ngh! let me use you.” And the minute you give him permission, he’s rutting into you like an animal. Setting a relentless and sloppy rhythm that was designed to bring him closer to the edge. His moans grew louder at the new pace and his fingers dug into your skin, but trying to be mindful of your frail body. They were like music to your ears and you had a sudden desire to make him moan more, to make him come undone from your cunt alone. Choso's grip on your hips tightened even more as he felt an unfamiliar tingle building in his body, but he knew it wassignaling his own impending release, learning for your ‘private’ lessons. His hips picked up speed, thrusting into her pussy like a possessed man.

“Are you going to cum? Going to cum inside of my pussy?” You pant, your breath warm against his ear as your hands explored the expanse of his chest. "That's it, baby," you grunted, your voice deep and thick with pleasure. "Give yourself to me." His head was spinning from your brazen words and a pathetic whimper escaped his lips. With one final thrust, Choso felt his release wash over him. He grunted, his body tensing as he emptied himself into you, his cum mingling with your wetness. The pleasure radiated through him, leaving him momentarily breathless and sated. It’s like he’s walking on clouds and he’s entered a whole new world, a world filled with of pleasure and happiness with endless possibilities. His vision goes black and all he can think about is how good it feels to push himself to the pinnacle of joy, and he doesn’t think he can ever give this up now that he’s got a taste for it.

But Choso doesn’t stop fucking you, adamant about helping you see the light just like he did. Even though he’s fucking himself into overestimation, all he cares about is making you finish. Thankfully, your orgasm wasn’t to far off after being filled with Choso’s seed. You grip his back and dig your nails into his skin, dragging down to leave angry scratches along the expanse of his back, making Choso groan in pain. Finally teetering off the edge and cumming on his cock, bucking your hips wildly from the intensity of the orgasm and cum drips out of you. A loud cry ripped from your throat.

When you come down from your high, both of you are left panting and sitting in silence as you stew in your orgasmic bliss. Choso came up from your neck, opting to gaze at you. He held your hair back, exposing your flushed face to his view, your eyes glazed over with pleasure. The sight of your beautiful features contorted by pleasure was almost too much for him to bear. As your body trembled against him, Choso felt himself become hard again, ready to go and experience that state of bliss for another time. You whined when you felt him harden inside of you, reawakening your own desires again. Choso pouted cutely, kneading one of your breasts between his fingers, kissing the base of your throat, and rolling his hips to provide friction.

“Again… make me cum again please, dove. Can’t get enough of your pussy.”

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[venuslut]

FANTASIZING ABOUT being a barracks bunny and having the biggest crush on SIMON “GHOST” RILEY. Completely revamping your image so you’ll be more appealing to him. Even going as far as sleeping with your captain, John Price, so he’ll put you and Simon together more often for missions or training. You may be a bimbo, but you weren’t dumb and knew how to get what you wanted. Slowly but surely, you wormed your way into his heart. And the grande finale to get him into your bed was to invite him to your room, the perks of sleeping around providing you the luxury of your own private room without any bunkmates. Promising to let him leave after one glass of whiskey, but one glass turned into two and soon enough y’all were already about to finish the second bottle.

It wasn’t long before your fleeting touches on his arm turned into harsh grips on his biceps that left red scratches from your short manicured nails. Caused by the way he pushed your legs back high to your chest, his calloused hands gripping your meaty thighs while he held them down, pushing your flexibility to the max. Your knees were to your chest and ankles rest on his broad shoulders as he fucked into your needy cunt with all his weight. He fucks like a machine: hard and strong thrusts with no pause or hesitation, determined to fuck you both into oblivion in a drunken haze. And fuck… he’s big.

He continued to pound into you with a relentless rhythm, your legs twitching in the air involuntarily while he held you in place. " ‘m in so fucking deep, baby… is that why yo’ can’t talk?" he groaned, his voice low. "Don't you dare close those pretty little eyes. Look at me while I fuck you, Y/n. Look at me and know that no other soldier can satisfy you like I can." Now Simon knew what kind of woman you were, everyone did. He never planned to get involved with you until you suddenly appeared in his life and coaxed him into your company. Simon didn't need to fuck one of his comrades to deal with the normal frustration brought by being a Lieutenant. But this time, he just... Fuck, he needs this. How could he resist with the way you batted your eyelashes up at him, or pouted those plump glossed lips, and don’t even get him started on those skimpy clothes you wore when you invited him to your room for a drink.

Besides, it would a lie if he said he hasn’t dreamed of smothering you with his much larger frame and force you to take his cock in your tight cunt. Watching you writhing underneath him while you cried out his name. And now it was all coming true, with a few liquid courage in his system of course. He jumped at the chance to have you all to himself when you caressed his thigh and promised to remove all his frustrations. Little does he know, you orchestrated this from day one, and all those tension filled encounters would lead you to this moment.

“Sim— Lieutenant! Oh my God! ngh… slow down, please!” You beg, throwing your head back as the pleasure was becoming too much. You move your hands from his arms to weakly try and slow down his movements, but Simon quickly snatched both of your wrists and held them over your head. Using his free hand he smacked your thigh hard enough for a red print to show, “don’t be so sensitive, bunny. Keep your hands to yourself and just take my cock like the good slut I know you are.”

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[venuslut]

FANTASIZING ABOUT having office sex with Nanami Kento ♡︎.

At first, Nanami didn’t even like you. While he works his ass off, you sit lazily at your desk and only care about your appearance. More invested in reapplying lipgloss to your brown lip-lined lips, or wondering if you should wear your natural afro out or braid your hair. You’d walk around the office with those tight little pencil skirts that could barely be considered professional, and those blouses that always found some way to accentuate your boobs.

But the icing on the cake was how dumb you were. It’s a miracle you even landed this job with how incompetent you were. Always asking him or your other colleagues to help you with a report, and if you were feeling really lazy, then you’d just ask them to do the whole thing entirely. You’d always flash them a sweet and innocent smile while you bent over beside them, offering an insincere apology for burdening them. No one could get mad at you though, well, no one except Nanami that is.

He’s had enough of your antics and decided you needed to learn that your beauty isn’t gonna get you anywhere around him. But he’s lesson, turned out to be having you sit naked on his lap with his cock stuffing you full. Your back was to his chest and he tied your wrist together behind you with his tie. Tears welled up in your eyes, threatening to smudge your perfect makeup but that was the least of your worries right now. Soft mewls left your lips and you begged for mercy, wanting him to move and grant you some kind of relief. But your pleas fell on deaf ears as Nanami continued to do his work, he had to work overtime because of you so you wouldn’t be getting any pleasure from him until he finished all the reports you dumped onto him earlier that day.

He’ll have you like that for what seems like hours when really it’s a few minutes because your reports really aren’t that hard. And when he’s done, best believe you’re in a world of hurt. The minute he clicks submit on the last assignment, he’s moving and bringing you along with him. Nanami surges up and brings you forward with a yelp of surprise. Without much care, he’ll have you fall onto his desk, forcing your back into an arch so that his cock stayed inside you. “See, did that take so long for me to do? It’s not hard if you put actual effort into it,” he says, thrusting into you from behind. One of his hands holding your arm to bring your body back so you took the full force of his strokes, the other hand is holding the back of your neck and pushing your face down into the cold plastic of his cubicle desk.

Clicking his tongue in disappointment, Nanami drank in your desperation as you moaned and whined shamelessly. For a moment, he allowed himself to enjoy the glazed, tearful look on your face. It was much more appealing in his opinion than your smug and ditzy expression that you constantly sported. Because he knew very well that you were such a whore underneath that innocent facade, and it was just a matter of time before someone put you in your place. His thrust were punishing, The sounds of your bodies colliding filled the room, the desk beneath you rocking with each forceful movement, creaking and groaning under the force of Nanami’s powerful movements.

Your moans mingled with the lewd slapping sounds that echoed in the office, fueling his desire further. Nanami's hips moved in a relentless dance of pleasure and possession, his own need building. He smoothly moved his fingers from your nape to entangle in your hair, before suddenly gripping it and pulling your head up as he leaned down to meet you halfway so he could speak in your ear.

“At least you’re good for something. You’re better suited as a well kept whore than an office worker, but don’t worry, I’ll fix that soon enough.”

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[venuslut]

FANTASIZING ABOUT making out with yuuta okkotsu ♡︎.

It was bound to happen. It’s a known fact that you’re obsessed with your boyfriend and can’t go a few minutes without touching or kissing him. Like now, when you both were supposed to be watching a movie comfortably in the living room. A cheesy romantic comedy featuring a couple of Hollywood pretty boys and equally attractive women, with a bowl of popcorn loaded with butter and salt on the coffee table in front of the couch.

The movie was great, however; you and yuuta did not last long before getting in a heated makeout session that consumed all your attention. All initiated by you of course. You had started by shifting your position to lean your front more towards his side, still sitting next to him. Licking your lips as they form into a mischievous smile. Yuuta could tell the exact moment you lost interest in the movie and turned your attention to him. He stayed levelheaded, trying to maintain his own focus but it was hard when your hand moved from his hand to rest on top of his thigh. He knew what you were doing and he didn’t even have to look at you to see the look of lust in your eyes. If he did, he knew he’d fold immediately and he really wanted to watch this movie. But when you leaned closer and started to kiss along his jaw and neck, all concentration was lost.

Before you knew it, you were sitting on Yuuta’s lap and straddling his waist, your ass perfectly aligned on his cock and your hair shielding you both from the world. His hands moved to grip your hips firmly, his touch eager and desperate. You didn’t waste any time in locking your lips to his, claiming them in a passionate kiss. Taking charge, your tongue teased the seam of his lips, seeking entrance. Yuuta kissed back, matching your fervent pace and opening his mouth to let you in. Moaning when you grinded against his growing erection, reveling in the friction between your bodies, the heat and wetness building with each movement.

Your tongue eagerly glides against his, your lips beginning to become swollen and hotter after every kiss. As you passionately kissed him, Yuuta's hand drifted up, tangling in your hair. He pulled your hair gently, tilting your head to deepen the kiss, pulling you closer against him. He could feel the heat radiating from your body, the way your curves fit perfectly against him, and it only fueled his desire further. Then, His hand roamed down your back, slipping beneath the fabric of your dress and gripping your ass possessively, making you gasp and ruching your dress up in the process. His fingers kneaded the soft flesh, relishing in the way it fit perfectly in his large hand. He pressed you harder against him, his need for friction and you overpowering any desire to watch the movie. Surprisingly, or maybe not considering it was you, but you weren’t wearing any underwear under your dress, wanting to fully embody the statement ‘easy access’. It was like you were planning for this to happen and the thought made Yuuta’s cock throb in his pant. And you kept grinding against his bulge, enjoying the friction and delightful nudge of your clit.

Your lips danced together, your tongue plundering his mouth. When you pulled away, you opened your own mouth to extend your long tongue. Leaning forward to bring your tongues together before slipping into a sloppy kiss, your tongues exploring the other’s mouth. Then momentarily parting to repeat the cycle of licking your tongues in an erotic fashion. It was messy and heated, drool trickling down your chins. As your tongues entwined in a passionate dance within your mouths, your senses were overwhelmed with the taste of him, a heady mix of your combined saliva. The sensation of his warm, velvety appendage sliding against your own had you leaning forward to deepen the kiss more, your stomach tightened with desire.

A moan escaped your lips as your hips ground against his, muffled by the fervent connection you shared. The slick sounds of your tongues exploring each other only served to fuel the fire burning within you both, intensifying the raw and primal yearning that had taken hold. Your lips finally broke apart, leaving a trail of glistening saliva connecting you as you both gasped for breath. Yuuta's lips trailed a path down your jawline, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin. He found your pulse point, his teeth grazing against it as he left a mark, a reminder of this encounter. Continuing his journey, he resumed placing hot, open-mouthed kisses down your neck, leaving trails of saliva and suck marks in his wake.

"Mmm...you taste so goddamn good," he groaned against your skin before biting down, again, lightly on your collarbone, eliciting a soft yelp from you that sent shivers of pleasure coursing through him. He moved lower, trailing kisses down your cleavage and over your exposed chest. One of his hands ventured higher from your ass, cupping your breast through the fabric of your dress, his thumb brushing against your hardened nipple. Your hands slide down from his face to grip at his shoulders, your face is red and you pant, whimpering while he kisses your neck. You tilt your head up and to the side to give him more access to your neck. “Okko…” you mumbled. “You’re so soft,” he whispered into your skin, licking from your collarbone up the base of your throat.

Yuuta looks so cute when you get a good look at him, his face flushed red and his eyes glazed over with need. You may be the needy one but he’s always sure to deliver, and you loved pushing him past his limits to drop the ‘shy boy’ act and properly handle you. "You know I can't resist you when you look like this," he growled, nipping at your earlobe teasingly. His patience has grown thin and the desire to stuff his cock inside you has grown unbearable, and he needs to have you now. Yuuta stood up swiftly, lifting you effortlessly off the couch and carrying you towards the bedroom.

“You’re so needy, baby. That desperate for my cock? You know I can never deny you…”

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