#🩷 || darling dance

[lochselfships]

//. ✨ ☆ . ° 🌟🌈 :. *₊ ° . ☆ selfship positivity!

you're still a valid selfshipper if you've only interacted with one part of their media, still valid if you haven't finished their source, and still super valid if you only selfship with one variant of your f/o!

franchises can span so many forms of media— films, games, comics, books, tv, I could go on... no matter how much of it you've consumed, you're still just as much of a fan as anyone else, and your love for your f/o is just as real as someone who's seen it all!! take it easy and enjoy self-shipping on your own terms, it's for your enjoyment after all <3

#this is something i needed for myself today so i thought i'd share <3 #self shipping #selfshipping #selfship #f/o #fictional other #self ship community #selfship community #f/o community #yumeship #yumeshipping #selfship positivity #selfship blog #🩷 || Darling Dance

[chocopokkie]

Love your work❤️🩷 Could I request Alastor X Female Reader kissing for the first time since they been together. Starts off slow then intensifies. Can be fluff/spicy

Hi!! Thank you for the request, I really hope you enjoy it as much as I had fun writing it!

Warnings: None?

"So, toots, you're telling me you and Freaky Face haven't done ANYTHING? Not even KISS?" Angel Dust exclaimed boisterously, his voice reverberating through the lobby of the Hazbin Hotel as you two lounged in the plush seating.

You felt a flush of embarrassment creep up your cheeks at his blunt question. "N-no, that's not true! We... we hold hands!" you hastily defended, your words tumbling out in a rush as you sought to explain the extent of your relationship with Alastor.

Angel Dust let out a raucous laugh, his scarlet eyes glittering with mischief. "Holdin' hands, huh? Real scandalous stuff, toots."

You rolled your eyes, playfully swatting at his arm. "Oh, shut up, Angel. It's not like you're one to talk about romance."

He grinned wickedly, leaning in closer. "Oh, trust me, sweetheart, I know plenty about romance. Just not the kind that involves hand-holding if ya know what I mean."

You couldn't help but chuckle at his irreverent teasing, grateful for the distraction from your own awkwardness. Despite Angel Dust's antics, a warm fondness for your peculiar relationship with Alastor filled your heart. Yes, you wanted more but you didn't know how to voice your desires to him.

"Ok, Angel, what would you do if you were in my situation?" you asked, hoping for some feedback that might help from your friend.

"Oh, what WOULDN'T I do, toots?~" Angel Dust purred in response, a suggestive gleam dancing in his crimson eyes as he leaned closer with a playful grin. You playfully swatted him again, sharing a laugh. It was typical of him to respond with something sexual, and you should have known you'd get an answer like that.

--That night--

You were just about ready to head to bed after a long day, lights turning off when you hear knocking at the door. Who could that be at this hour, you wonder. Slightly annoyed, you flip the lights back on, get out of bed, and answer the door only to see your partner Alastor at the door. "Hello, Cher, I hope I'm not intruding on anything!" Alastor happily exclaims, his voice carrying an eerie cheerfulness as he steps past you, inviting himself into your room. Despite your initial surprise, you couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement at his unexpected visit.

"Oh, Alastor! Not at all, make yourself comfortable!" You hastily say, flustered at his surprise appearance. You two have been in a relationship for a while but this is the first time he has been in your room.

Alastor's smile widens, a mischievous glint dancing in his eyes as he saunters further into the room. "Well, well, aren't you the hospitable host!" he chuckles, his voice smooth as velvet.

You can't help but smile at his playful demeanor, feeling a warmth spreading through you at his words. Despite the nerves fluttering in your stomach, being with Alastor always feels like coming home.

You move over to your bed and sit down at the edge, casting a tentative glance towards Alastor who remains standing in the middle of the room. "Soooo, what can I help you with?" you ask, the words tumbling out awkwardly. You've never felt this awkward around Alastor before, except perhaps in those early days when you were still getting to know each other. But there's something different about him right now, something that sets your heart racing and leaves you feeling inexplicably anxious.

Alastor starts stalking towards your position on the bed with an almost predatory grace, his movements fluid yet purposeful. He stands directly in front of you, his presence looming over you, and delicately places a gloved hand on your cheek, his touch sending a shiver down your spine. "I just wanted to come and see you, darling," he murmurs, his voice a low, velvety rumble that resonates deep within you. "It's been such a busy day for us both, after all." His words are laced with a hint of longing, a vulnerability that you rarely see in him, and it fills you with a strange mixture of tenderness and apprehension.

He moves gracefully and takes a seat next to you on your bed, his hand still gently caressing your cheek as his gaze remains locked with yours. "And also, maybe I came here to be a little selfish," he admits, his tone tinged with a hint of mischief that leaves you intrigued. Selfish? The word hangs in the air, leaving you momentarily perplexed as you try to decipher its meaning. Before you can even process the thought fully, Alastor leans in closer, his eyes closing. His lips meet yours in a sudden, unexpected kiss, catching you completely off guard. What has come over him all of a sudden? In that instant, time seems to stand still as you lose yourself in the sweet rhythm of your shared passion, the world fading away until there is only the two of you, bound together in an electrifying embrace.

The kiss intensifies, and you feel the gentle pressure of Alastor's tongue tracing the curve of your bottom lip, a silent request for permission that you eagerly grant without hesitation. With a soft sigh of surrender, you part your lips, inviting him in with a newfound sense of urgency. The taste of him, mingled with the heady scent of desire, sends a thrill coursing through your veins.

The kiss was only a minute or two, but it felt like it lasted a lifetime. As you break apart, breathless and exhilarated, you can't help but utter a soft "Oh wow," your heart still racing from the intensity of the moment. Alastor lets out a breathy chuckle, his crimson eyes sparkling with amusement. "What? Did you like that, cher?" he teases, his voice laced with playful affection. The warmth of his gaze washes over you, and you find yourself smiling in response, unable to contain the swell of happiness that fills your chest.

Oh you couldn't wait to tell Angel Dust about this.

#alastor #alastor x reader #alastor x you #fanfic #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel x y/n #hazbin hotel x you #short story

[simonrillleyyysss]

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ COUNTING THE DAYS

🩷🎀🩹

2/11/23

soap x housewife!reader

warnings; not proofread,IMPLIED YALL LIVE IN SCOTLANDDDD OR EXPANSE OF THE UK,minor kissing,soap is sweet, toddler mentioned, implied fem reader but not confirmed, just cute stuff,uk slang / terms?? baby is like 4-5? maybe?,simon mentioned, petnames, reader is called sugartits

note; ever seen those babies with a scottish accent on tiktok??

two and a half weeks;

thats how long johnny has been away for, almost three weeks—and each day was as tiring, more draining and fear ridden, the tip of the pink marker crossing over the calendar labelled, ‘halloween’ caught your attention, lips sealing together as you listened to your darlings footsteps gently patter around downstairs.

throwing on your robe, you slowly left your bedroom—johhnys, bedroom. slumping down the stairs to the living room, where your beloved daughter had managed to lift a box of cereal, taking small handfuls of cheerios, smiling at you contently.

‘get your own brekkie?’

you chirped, kissing her forehead.

‘aye!’ got it.’

she nodded, accent fusing with her high voice, your hand gently combed over her messy hair, her pumpkin themed jammies barley hanging onto her body, chewing on the cereal.

‘come on, let’s get you proper meal.’

lifting the wiggly child, you wrestled her onto the table, setting her down atop it as you lifted a peppa pig themed bowl, filling it with cereal before pouring a bit of milk into it, handing the bowl to her as you lifted the spoon.

‘say ‘aahhh..’

‘don’t wan’et!’

the curly headed girl protested, whining as she gestured to her candybag with desperation, a sigh leaving your lips.

‘not good for you in the morning, honey.’

‘i want them!’

‘need to save some for daddy.’

‘when’s daddy back?’

‘soon, gorgeous.’

you reassured silently, helping her eat the cereal.

three weeks and two days;

that’s how long johnny has been gone, no word from him or his peers whatsoever.

you knew this could happen, he’s busy—in the military, no time; and that you shouldn’t overthink it, but it’s a natural thing that can’t be controlled or tamed, yet you had to accept it.

the soft buzz of the tv in the background was more comforting than that of the silence of your bedroom upstairs, busy sliding the school cardigan over her shoulders, you wiped her skirt down and gave her a soft smile.

‘look so pretty! you excited for your first day back?’

‘not really, nawww.,’

she shook her head, pigtails bouncing with the fluid motion.

‘gonna walk you to school today, okay?’

you gently hoisted her small frame into your arms, her bright eyes and toothy grin was a double of soap—sighing, you gently moved her fringe out of her eyes and kissed her chubby cheek, closing the front door behind you.

four weeks, and finally an update;

there was a knock at the door, around 7 or so— you had just finished cleaning the dinner plates from earliers feast, daughter busy drawing at the kitchen, you quickly threw off your gloves and walked to the door, slowly sliding the bolt across and opening it.

there, stood mactavish—a broad figure stood behind him, blonde hair buzzed with scars covering his face, but your attention was diverted onto soaps arm, wrapped in gauze and hanging from a sling.

‘johnny.’

you mewled weakly, arms wrapping around his neck in a flurry of emotions, sniffling into his neck; sighing and gently kissing his jaw.

‘what happened?’

‘wella-‘

‘idiot thought he could play superman on the field, shot in the forearm. fine, though.’

the blonde replied gruffly, slowly blinking.

‘broughta’guest, well…didnae’ really hava’ choice, came t’help mae’ with me’ gear.’

johnny shrugged, ruffling your hair and stepping inside the house, letting the stranger step behind him.

‘simon.’

he introduced himself briefly, nodding his head in acknowledgement before setting soaps gear down at the frontdoor.’

‘big’ol lad ere’ practically saved mae’ arse!’

the hawked man boasted, nudging his side with his sound arm.

‘thank you…for putting up with him.’

you smiled softly at simon.

an hour and 11 minutes;

simon , or ‘ghost’ was sunk into the soft cushioning of the sofa, listening to the child infront of him introduce the toy horses to him.

‘an’ this one’s..this ones dakota.’

‘dakota is..a lovely name, innit?’

‘aye!’

she nodded, reaching out to trace her fingers along his crooked nose, scars covering the pale skin of his face.

‘wha’ happened?’

you gasped in embarrassment, slapping her hand away from his face and pulling her back to you as you were walking past, just after lifting johnnys empty mug to dump it into the sink, now heading to tend to soaps needs again.

‘where on earth did your manners go?’

‘don’t worry—it’s fine.’

he reassured, waving you off with clear dismissal before lifting the small child to place her on his knee, bouncing it slightly as he explained.

meanwhile, johnny was sprawled across the sofa with exhaustion, eyes shut as his vision barely fixated onto the screen of the tele infront of him, pink blanket laid across him.

‘feeling any better, honey?’

you cooed gently, hand rubbing over his cheek dotingly, sat at the edge of the couch in worry as he mumbled, nodding slowly.

‘aye’..feelin’ much better, bonnie’…missed ye’, ye’knoe at’, right?’

‘i know that.’

‘good..didnae’ want ye’ te’feel like shite.’

with a wince, he shifted as you swatted his forehead—before your hands moved to comb over his mohawk, gently kissing his jaw.

‘may be sore, but you know you’re not allowed to curse when she’s awake.’

‘aye.. i know, lassie’.

two days, 23 minutes;

his hand free was slung over your bare hip, stirring as his lips connected with the back of your neck affectionately, gently kneading the plush of your stomach, his other hung by his stomach, wrapped in bandage.

‘awake?’

you whispered, slowly spinning over to stare up at him, hands cupping his face tenderly, stubble itching your lips as you pressed your lips against his, nuzzling into his chest.

‘aye..course’am’,sugartits.’

a hearty chuckle followed, dragging his teeth up your bottom lip, grazing the soft skin.

‘behave.’

‘or wha’?’

‘you have a sore arm, can’t.’

you insisted, kissing his collarbone.

‘course ye’ can, jest’ use your hand, besides—me’ good arms fucked, innit?’

‘arsehole.’

‘yae’luv’it.’

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[okchijt]

hii! could u separate headcanons of Yandere! Alastor and Vox x Male Overlord! Reader who never smiles (very rarely) , isn't very chatty and doesn't really like dance and sing?

Author's Note: Thank you so much Anon for the request! Decided to write this as soon as it came cause I finished the show a few weeks ago and still have the brainrot. The request asks for a male reader and the title also says it, but you can easily read it as gender-neutral as well since I don't think that what I write is that gender-specific to the request to matter aside from like two gender-specific words I use but you can easily ignore them if you want. And lastly, go ahead and check out my masterlist if you like what you just read and if you want to request anything yourself, thank you, and enjoy!🩷

Yandere Alastor x Male Overlord Reader Headcanons

📻 Smilling is Alastor's whole thing, and even though he doesn't care if others smile or not, but as his Darling, he seems to care quite a lot! He's not that vocal about it though, only making a slight comment here and there: "You're never fully dressed without a smile!" or "A smile makes all the difference!" All to try and make you smile more. I imagine he says the same speech he did to Charlie, that a smile can be anything you want it to be and the effect it has on others.

📻 When all else fails he'd use his wits and puns to get a smile out of you, and when you finally do smile on occasion Alastor is over the moon. It's a huge success in his book, he'd immediately praise how lovely that smile looks on your face and he'd pat your head or back approvingly as well.

📻 Since you're on Overlord yourself Alastor feels nothing but respect for you. If you were a simple sinner he'd feel superior despite you being his Darling. But in this case, you're on the same level if not stronger than him so that just gives him more of a reason to make you smile, anything to get your approval, it's the only one he needs or cares for anyway. In this case, you letting him stay by your side only fuels his ego because it's a pleasure only he gets to have and no one else. You're his and he has no intentions of sharing you with anyone, he's fiercely protective and possessive over you and that includes your smile. Only he gets to see and experience your purest form, sinners would rather make a deal than die by his hand just because they saw something they shouldn't.

📻 Alastor is more than fine with having a non-chatty Darling, he doesn't speak unless he has to so he can relate to you. That said, he's only okay with it when you're quiet to everyone else but him. After all, he's only this close to you so shouldn't he earn the pleasure of hearing your voice? He'd push you for a conversation sometimes, asking you questions or just string up a conversation to the point where you're forced to respond. The longer you keep quiet the more irritated and persistent he'll become, so it's better to start sooner or later if you don't want to see Alastor slowly lose himself.

📻 Although there's no official answer to whether Alastor likes to sing or dance, I have my personal thoughts on that so I'll use them here. I think Alastor likes dancing, with a specific person that is, that being you. You won't catch him on the dancefloor with anyone but you. Though because you ain't that much of a dancer, and unlike the smile thing Alastor doesn't really mind. He is forceful with everyone else as we saw in the show, but as his Darling and fellow Overlord, he has too much respect for you to push you to do something against your will. Though if you would ever agree to dance with him, he'd be really respectful and make sure you enjoy yourself so that he'll have a chance at another dance next time. Also, you always only dance to jazz or swing music, that's one thing Alastor will always put his foot down on.

📻 Singing is the second thing Alastor would take the most seriously after smiling when it comes to his Darling. Singing is one of those things that lets you express yourself, you can show any emotion by it. Even though Alastor had like four songs in the show, I feel like he only sings when he has to, always to make himself look good or to be on the winning side. So I feel like Alastor would be a little disappointed if you chose to solve problems like a normal person instead of having a rap battle with someone. Though I feel like that's a subject he won't push on about too much despite his feelings, he'll only allude to it from time to time.

📻 Overall, the only issue Alastor would have with a Darling like that is him not smiling, but that's about it. It's the only thing he'd be aggressively vocal about and sometimes the singing one. Otherwise, he tolerates everything else about you. All Alastor needs is to have you all to himself and if it means he's the only one to witness you do any of those stuff in private, how can he complain? He much rather prefers that scenario anyway, you're his after all.

Yandere Vox x Male Overlord Reader Headcanons

📺 Unlike Alastor, Vox doesn't put that much importance on smiling like his rival, but he still views it as useful. He's a public-based Overlord, so a smile is always important to have when trying to sell his brand. You can be a part of the Vee's or not, you're still an Overlord that is either on his level or stronger, so Vox is bewildered how you don't even try to smile when talking to those below you to win them over.

📺 He'd try to explain to you how much more influence and power you could have with a smile alone: "Smile, and they'll know who's in charge here!'' or ''It's the best way to win the public's adoration!'' He just wants you to present yourself the same way he does. He'd be really disappointed if you continued to refuse his idea, but once you smiled at something he said in private, it made him stop and think. It made him realize that something so alluring should be for his eyes only, he should be the only one to enjoy such a sight and no one else. He'd always whisper sweet nothing into your ear whenever he catches you smiling, hoping it'll encourage you to smile more. It fuels him and he'd do anything to get you to smile like that again for him.

📺 As a fellow Overlord, he respects you a ton, especially if you're a part of the Vee's with him. Because you're so different from the typical Overlord he surrounds himself with, he's much more wary of how he approaches you in fear of setting you off. He wants you to adore him the same way he does you and he'll try to achieve that by treating you like the King you are. Anything you say goes and even when he tries to push some issues forward, as his Darling you're the only one that can shut him down.

📺 Though Vox would prefer if you were a bit more chatty for the sake of the brand and all that, he won't really say anything to you about it. Your presence is enough to either win other sinners over or scare all the threats away. Kinda like Alastor, in private Vox will be very chatty with you, you're his Darling so he only feels safe enough with you to spill all of his thoughts out. But unlike his rival, Vox won't push or force you to respond, he's more than okay with you just being silent as he talks, it's therapeutic in a way. Though he'd always encourage you to talk some more if you do eventually say something, your voice just makes him so happy. He'll stop whatever he was doing just to focus all of his attention on you as you talk, but if you stop that's okay, he's already satisfied to hear his Darling talk even if just a little.

📺 Vox ain't that much of a dancer, he's pretty stiff actually, so he's both glad and bothered by the fact that you aren't. Good for him cause you don't pressure or force him to do something he knows he's bad at and embarrass himself in front of you, unlike a certain moth. But at the same time, he'd want to see you dance, he wouldn't care how good you would be at it, you're his Darling so he'd still think you're brilliant regardless! He won't ever push you to do it though, taking how he feels about it he won't force you into something he knows he wouldn't like doing himself.

📺 Singing is what Vox makes up for not being able to dance, he's a good singer and he knows it, though you're the only one who he'd sing to willingly. He'll sing to you in private all the time, wanting to charm you and make you weak for him just like how weak he is for you. But it's the same thing as with dancing, he would love to hear you sing for him, about anything really, but again, he won't force you to do it. Sometimes he'd sing a song that requires a duet to see if you'll budge. Unfortunately for him, you don't, but he won't say anything, he adores you regardless.

📺 Seems like Vox shares a similar issue with his rival, his one problem is you not wanting to smile more. Outside of that he sometimes gently tries to persuade you into singing or smiling for him, but won't push the issue onward if he faces rejection for his request. Vox is more than satisfied knowing you'd sometimes budge in private for him, that's all he really needs and craves really. Him being the only one to witness his Darling doing any of those things makes his ego only grow, because it's his privilege alone and no one else's. And it'll stay that way no matter what.

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[k-hotchoisan]

Hi loving you and your writing 💗but right now I am craving for a wooyoung fic based on chase Atlantic "slow down" love u 😘

Coming right up Angel 🩷 and thank you for compliments and the request! I’ve been so bias wrecked by him I wished it’s funny 🫠

Hope you didn’t mind that I sort of cut off the drug usage present in the song because I’m not comfortable with it (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)

Slow down? Yeah fucking right.

Genre/warnings: smut, pwp, backshots, unprotected sex, !mentioned alcohol use (drink responsibly please), cream pies, slight manhandling(?), light bondage, established relationship, slow to fast (LMAO)

Word count: 2K

When Wooyoung’s a little more tipsy than usual, he dances between the scale of going slow or about to rearrange your fucking guts, and it’s a fucking surprise every single time it happens. Not that you were complaining of course. No matter what he does, it just drives you up the wall, just constantly begging for more.

He’s had a few drinks tonight, destressing himself for the weekend after a long week of work. You walk over to him, and take the glass from him, pouting. “You shouldn’t drink so much, Woo”, you scold. Wooyoung doesn’t get mad—why would he get mad if it was you? He smiles at you as his arms snake around your waist as he leans into you, spoiling you with kisses on your clothed waist. You settle the cup on the table, away from his reach. His flushed cheeks already an indication that he’s already getting pretty tipsy. He breathes in his body wash that you use when you stay over, and he loves how it smells on you.

“Hi darling”, he hums as his hands trail past under the dress shirt you’re wearing, tickling your thighs, playing against the band of your panties, tempted to just pull it down, his eye contact never breaking with yours. It sends electricity up your spine. “Could I have you instead?” He asks.

You’re wondering if you should tease him a little and deny him of that request just for the sake of your amusement. Your fingers caress his chin and Wooyoung feels himself shiver in anticipation even though you know he’s going to be the one flipping the tables.

You push his hands off you, which takes Wooyoung back by surprise, and cease any form of physical contact with him, before pushing him back against the sofa, then taking the glass of alcohol to the sink. Wooyoung is left confused and half hard on the couch.

You know he’ll come crawling soon enough, because that’s how you’d always lure him in anyway, especially when he’s in such a state. You take your time to walk into your shared bedroom with him and as expected, he catches up so fucking quick, and it’s always by surprise when his pace catches up with yours. He grabs you by your shoulders in such quick motion, as he kicks the door shut, and you squeal as you fall onto the cold sheets. It tickles your nipples as the cold envelopes you.

Before you could muster the energy to get up and face him, Wooyoung’s weight presses against yours from above, and fuck, his erection is just pressing against your legs.

“Darling, why would you leave me hanging like that? Got my feelings hurt”, he whispers too calmly, sending shivers down your spine.

You turn slightly, giving him a mischievous look. “How would I know if you’re sober enough to consent?”

Wooyoung scoffs. “You know I’m always sober enough to fuck you dumb. I would never drink more than I can take.”

You could barely muster a reply as his hands hike up your thighs and hooks onto the band of your underwear, and he tugs down oh so painfully slow. Once the garment is removed, he pulls it taut, looking at the pretty wet spot you made on the fabric, and he smiles, satisfied as you fight every cell in your body not to turn shy.

“Besides, why the fuck would I want to forget every time we make love? That would be such a waste, wouldn’t it?” Wooyoung continues, his finger tracing the curve of your spine through the thin fabric. You don’t dare move a muscle, because you know he’d could just do about anything to you, and that now the real thing truly begins. He slowly pulls the strap of your dress all the way down to your ankles, and tosses it onto the ground, his gaze tracing every single dip and peak of your body as you take shallow breaths.

Wooyoung has a piece of long fabric that he probably picked up along the way chasing after you, and he props your ass up, not forgetting to give it a light spank, causing you to cry out.

“I won’t let this ass go to waste, baby. I promise.” Wooyoung hums as he soaks his fingers with his spit before giving your clit some attention. Your face buried in the sheets, loving how sensitive it feels as the arousal travels up your body. You feel Wooyoung pull your hands behind your back and the fabric going through it’s rounds on your wrists.

He leans in from behind, kissing the nape of your neck, before he says, “tell me if it hurts okay?” You nod, feeling your cunt already dripping from the anticipation.

He loops the rest of the fabric to your wrist to restrain them—just how he likes it. He stands back, admiring your ass, as well as the way your fluids are leaking out from your hole—and he hasn’t even started yet.

“Fuck. You’re one pretty little slut”, he inhales, taking the sight of you in like that, and that only makes your cunt flutter at the air. Wooyoung smirks before diving right in, licking a stripe, making sure his tongue flicks against your clit, drinking in your juices as well as your moans. His fingers are still slicked up, and he doesn’t waste time to spit into your cunt before pushing in said two fingers.

Your eyes roll back in bliss. Fuck, it feels so good. No matter how many time the both of you did this, it always feels like a whole new experience, something you ended up craving so much because Wooyoung does it so fucking well. The combination of the pads of his fingertips press against your bundle of nerves consistently as his tongue sending pleasure to your clit pulls a knot in your cunt as your cried fills up the room.

Wooyoung laps you up as if he hasn’t tasted you before, taking note of how your walls are clenching against his fingers. “Cumming soon babe?” He asks, and you barely could answer him, only a soft “yes” leaving your lips. He finger fucks you even more, your g-spot sensitivity hiking up exponentially and your cries growing louder.

“Wooyoung, I’m close. So fucking good. I’m gonna cum-“ and his tongue on your clit increases in speed. The knot in your stomach snaps as your orgasm washes over you so intensely, your hole pulsing against Wooyoung’s fingers, some of your arousal leaking out as you cream on his fingers. Wooyoung doesn’t relent—he sucks on your clit until you squeal from the overstimulation as your high dies down. He gives your cunt a wet kiss before wiping his stained fingers on his slacks before pulling them down.

You could barely catch your breath before you feel his cock sticking between your folds. He doesn’t enter just yet, but he’s enjoying how cunt is so fucking wet that he’s slipping his cock past your throbbing cunt. The alcohol is slightly fucking him up as it slowly bleeds into him. He sighs as he pushes inch by inch into you, and his cock only grows harder when he hears you cry out in pleasure as he goes in deeper.

“So fucking tight”, he groans as he bottoms out in you, and more sobs come out from you. He lets his cock stay in you for a couple of seconds or so to let you adjust, before pulling back—and soaking in your groans—and then pounding right back into you.

Your moans and cries are on top of the wet sounds of skin slapping each other echo in the room. Wooyoung grips the fabric restraints as he fucks into you, pulling you closer to him so his cock reaches in deeper. He groans as you clench around him. You’re crying out Wooyoung’s name as if your life depends on it, creaming so much on his cock, as drool seeps past the sides of your lips. Your eyes were so blown out from the pleasure that nothing else seemed to matter anymore.

“Damn, you’re so fucking loud, baby”, Wooyoung grunts as he gently pushes your face into the pillow, muffling your voice. He releases you quickly, and opts to land his hand on your ass, the sound bouncing around the walls. Your body shakes in surprise and your cries get cut short, replaced with a squeal as your hole squeezes against Wooyoung’s dick, causing him to groan again.

He leans back to look at the mess—the way he’s cock is just slipping into your hole as you continue to cream and pulse on it, the squelching sounds only heightening the arousal as he uses his thumb to tug against your hole, admiring the way you take his cock so fucking perfectly. Fuck. He could really do this all day.

Your mind was really getting hazy as the knot tightens in your stomach. Your body now has a mind of its own as your hips push back against Wooyoung, feeling yourself almost bounce on his dick at this point frantically.

“Slow down, princess”, Wooyoung says, as he strokes your sides, and you deduce that this round of alcohol was making him more relaxed than aggressive this round. You wonder how you should push him to start rearranging your guts.

Through half lidded eyes and uneven pants, you manage to taunt, “I’m pretty fucking sure you can do better than that, babe.”

Wooyoung raises an eyebrow. The alcohol is definitely hazing his senses, so he definitely takes it at face value. Sometimes it’s too fucking easy to get him wrapped around your finger. Not to mention, since he’s half drunk already, the fabric he tied around you was getting loose, and he doesn’t notice your hands slowly pulling the ones around your wrist taut to loosen it.

“You could go harder if you wanted to. Why hold back? You know how much you and I like it fucking rough right?”

Something snaps in Wooyoung, and his hands grab your hips and pulls you in. Then one hand on the restraints, and the other pushing your head into the pillow, as he fucks you into the mattress. Star burst in your eyelids as you could barely keep up with his pace of fucking. Your cunt is gonna be so abused and sore by the end of this but fuck, it was always worth it.

“Say that again, princess”, he hisses as his cock drags along your cunt, sending sparks of pleasure all over your body. You don’t bother, because your mind was turning into straight up mush thanks to his fat cock.

“That’s it. That’s fucking it”, you barely cry out, your thighs shaking as your second orgasm —which you barely could even process—hits you hard. Wooyoung’s moans mount an octave as he feels his cock being squeezed so perfectly around you.

“Oh my fucking god. I’m cumming” his voice coming out a lot less deeper, as his load is emptied into your cunt in erratic spurts, and his grip on your ass doesn’t lighten until his balls are emptied. He releases you when he’s feels that he’s fucked out, rubbing your lower back in smooth circles.

Your wrists release from the restraints as it falls onto the bed, and you heave against the now, warm, sheets. Wooyoung decides to be playful and falls onto you, knocking out the breath out of you. He rains kisses down your temples, cheeks and on your neck before quickly getting up to turn you to lie on your back. He then heads to the closet to grab a towel to clean you up despite the exhaustion biting him.

He lies beside you, and pulls you into a deep kiss, desperate to taste every part of your before sleep lulls him down. As he pulls back, he flicks your head delicately.

“Babe, I told you to fucking slow down, didn’t I?”

#ateez #ateez scenarios #ateez smut #ateez x reader #ateez fanfic #ateez imagines #smut #ateez fic #Wooyoung #jung wooyoung #wooyoung smut #Wooyoung x reader #ateez wooyoung

[shinestarhwaa]

I'm so excited for your event I'm literally dancing in my chair 😂

My request is San + kinks 12 and 25 + line 48 + 59. Arranged marriage AU hehe.

Let's gooo and let the creativity fairy bless you mwah 😘🩷

Thankyou darling! I hope you'll enjoy this one!

City Lights || CHOI SAN

Genre: Smut

Pairing: husband!San x Fem reader

Word Count: 2.5K

Tags/warnings: Arranged marriage! AU, Dirty talk, praise kink, virgin!reader, handjob, fingering, oral sex (f), unprotected sex, making a baby🤪

Taglist: @anyamaris @a-soft-hornytiny @whatudowhennooneseesyou @wooyoungmybelovedhusband @pyeonghongrie-main @woosanbby @dreamlesswonder86 @lemonhongjoong @changbinslovelylegs @jonghostie @lovjensoo @1-800-shedevil @glintneon123

ENJOY!

"Well, it's quite romantic, isn't it? With all the lights?" Your husband grinned. You gave him a weak smile, still feeling fuzzy from the flight. He patted your back as you walked down Regent Street.

"Is there anything you need?" He asked. You shook your head. "Did you lose your tongue, Y/N?" He sighed. "No, sorry," you apologized quickly.

You and your husband had just touched down in London for your honeymoon. San insisted on going somewhere sunny but you loved the gloomy days and requested to go to London instead. After all you were married and supposed to be together forever, there would be a lot of opportunity's to see warm countries instead.

San had requested you to be his wife, well actually, your parents had arranged this. You hadn't found a suitor yet and his parents wanted him to marry someone from good wealth and they didn't trust San with finding a wife as he fell in love with 'nothings' before.

But you were something. Your parents run one of the largest company's in South Korea and is currently planning on blending with Choi INC., the company that San's parents run. It was only natural that they both decided on getting their children to marry each other.

Now you could have done worse, you were aware. He was handsome and he hasn't been bad to you so far, but it was hard for you to give him so much attention and love when you hardly knew him. You were married for money and specifically for your parents' money and you thought it was kind of fucked up.

Nonetheless, you were with San in London for a week and you had to make it work. You have been a little absent, your mind too clouded. You were expected to gift him at least one child, preferably a son, San's father had said. You smiled to yourself when San defended you in this, saying your body belonged to you and if you would have his child he'd love it no matter the gender of the baby.

Maybe you were paired with a good man after all.

You had told him before your wedding he shouldn't expect sleeping with you on the wedding night as you didn't know him well enough and San understood. Yet the pressure of conceiving a child on the honeymoon was bigger than yourself and it concerned San as well. You knew there was a big chance San would want to have sex with you this week. But how on earth were you going to tell him you were a virgin?

On the first day of your London trip he took you to see Notting Hill, the Big Ben and the London Eye, the typical tourist stuff. On the second day you went shopping and he bought you beautiful clothes. Today was the third day and the time was ticking and somehow you could feel San's impatience. You were gonna have to tell him tonight. After a long day of visiting the famous palace and beautiful museums you finally sat down in a private booth of a lovely restaurant. The Mojito in your hand slightly calmed your nerves as your dinner was filled with anxiety.

''What's going on, dear? Was today a lot for you?'' he asked. Dear. Oh My.

''Well, there's just something on my mind,'' you confessed. ''Tell me about it, it might clear up your mind,'' San offered as he took another bite of his salmon dish. ''As you know, there's the matter of... bearing a child for you,'' you started, slightly startling San, but he nodded. ''It just feels like big pressure to... have a healthy son.''

''Dear, first of all...It's not just for me... It... would be our child, right? We'll raise the child together and... We will love the child together. I also don't care if it's a son or a daughter, as long as it's healthy. Even if it's unhealthy I'll promise to love the baby.''

You took a deep breath and nodded. ''I know that it's sudden,'' San spoke as he took your hand in his, ''I know that it might be really soon for you, but I promise to be here. I'm not going anywhere. You'll be fine, I promise.'' You felt your heart feel lighter as San reassured you again. ''Thank you San.''

You continued your dinner peacefully and he often made you smile with his kind remarks. "The city lights shine beautifully on that angelic face of yours." You grinned and rolled your eyes at his cheesy lines, but they made you feel fuzzy inside. Maybe you could truly trust him with your secret.

''How could you ever be a virgin?'' San gasped.

You were seated on the hotel bed and San was just about to kiss you. You were quick to stop him, hands rested against his chest as you blurted it out. You felt your skin getting hotter, a blush creeping up on your cheeks.

''It just never happened for me. The kiss we had at the wedding was my first too,'' you confessed. You tried so hard to be brave but tears filled your eyes. San's heart filled with worry and he took your hands in his, gently rubbing his thumbs over your knuckles. ''Y/N...'' He started.

You looked down but San lifted your chin up again. ''I'll take care of you, if you'll let me.'' Something inside you changed and as of that moment you wanted nothing more than to be in your new husbands' arms. You fell into his embrace and closed your eyes for just a second.

''I'm so sorry I wasn't more careful, I just think you are so beautiful I didn't think of it.'' ''You think I'm beautiful?'' San nodded. ''I think you're stunning. You looked like an angel in that weddingdress... and even when you go to bed you're still gorgeous,'' he said softly. You nodded and smiled. ''Thank you San... I feel better. I don't know if I can do it tonight but... I promise you... I'll give you your baby. Tomorrow.''

''Tomorrow?'' ''Tomorrow.''

It was 7PM and you were having your 'everything-shower'. Hair washes, legs shaven, body butter doing it's work. You knew San was sitting on the bed and he was waiting, waiting to fuck you into oblivion. At least that's what was said in the books you've read.

Is that even a thing in real life? You knew how sex worked, you weren't innocent, but you also didn't know everything. You dried your hair as you looked into the mirror. Did you look good enough to have sex with without any make-up on?

You looked at your body, your wedding night lingerie on. The white material complimented your skintone and it hugged your body in the right places. But it did not stop you from being insecure.

What was a woman's body supposed to look like? What if he thinks your private parts look strange? He's married now, he will have to live with it. You shook your head and sighed, forgetting your stupid thoughts. Don't think so much, you told yourself.

You put on your robe and scrunched your hair to make it look right again. You finished your skincare and stepped out of the bathroom. San was indeed seated on the bed, his tight black shirt and pantalon showing off his big muscles. You swallowed thickly at the sight of him.

"Hi," you spoke softly as you walked closer to him. He smiled and stood up, taking your hands. "Hello there, beautiful."

His arms wrapped around you as he pulled you tight. Your breath hitched in your throat as you felt his hand slide up and down your back. "Y/N, can I kiss you?" He asked. You weren't sure if it was forced or genuine, but you felt safe enough. San was a good man. He is kind. And he's your husband.

You nodded slowly.

His lips attached to yours slow and softly. Gently. Even though you were inexperienced it was like he guided you, it was automatic. San's lips were soft like cushions and his movements were smooth.

San's tongue slipped out of his mouth, slowly licking your bottom lip. You stopped the kiss before his tongue could slide in, slowly panting out.

Before he could say anything you attached your lips to his neck and carefully unbuttoned his shirt, slowly revealing his toned chest and abs. As you watched him stripping off the shirt and pants you discarded the robe, letting it fall on the ground.

His mouth fell open as he watched you in all your glory, softest skin ready to be touched, lingerie waiting to be torn off your body. "God, dear, you have no idea how beautiful you are. Feel how hard I am now," he breathed out as he took your hand and laid it on his clothed cock. You gently palmed it and you felt your breath hitch in your throat again at the feeling of his growing erection.

"I did that?" "Yes honey, you are doing that. You're that hot," he smirked, "do you wanna touch it, Y/N?"

Your husband slid down his boxers and revealed his big, throbbing length. You admired his naked body before you took his hard dick in your hand, stroking it slowly. San's breath picked up when you spat in your hand and smeared the spit over his cock as lube, working him up.

"God babe, you're insane," he groaned when you picked up the pace, jerking him off at a steady and affective rhythm. You felt your pussy clench around nothing at his praise, making you rethink your life, were you getting off on his praises?

You worked your hand faster and his grunts and puffs got louder and his hips bucked up. "You're making me feel so good angel, you're gonna make me cum if you're gonna keep going," he moaned. "B-But I shouldn't, I need to cum inside your pussy, baby," he said a few seconds later as he stopped you. He took a deep breath before pulling you close, unclasping your lacy white bra.

Your tits sprung free, meeting your husbands' eyes. They filled with hunger and lust as he took the image of your bare breasts in. He was an ass-man but as his cock kept twitching at the sight of you, he had to admit your breasts excited him to the fullest.

He slipped off your panties as he laid you down on the bed. You were shy, nearly blushing as he kissed every inch of your body. "So beautiful," he whispered after a few kisses, "doing so well for me."

San spread your legs slowly and looked at your wet cunt, gaping at the sight of it. "I am going to touch you now."

His fingers reached your folds, sliding them through gently and collecting the wetness. "God, so beautiful, you're a diamond, baby," he hummed from between your thighs. San had lowered himself so he was at eye-level with your cunt.

You took a deep breath as your anxiety rose, but San's tongue lapped at your sensitive clit only seconds later. You whined as you forgot about your surroundings, San's tongue being the only thing you could concentrate on.

It worked magic against your clit as he slowly scissored his middle- and ringfinger inside you to work you open. You felt the cold metal of his wedding ring prod at your entrance as he fucked his fingers deep inside you.

Your moans grew louder and soon became uncontrollable as San went nuts on your pussy, losing himself in the pleasure of pleasing you. Mutters of "you're doing so well" and "prettiest pussy" left his mouth every now and then, only working you up more.

San made you arch your back from the pleasure and you felt your orgasm coming closer as San sped up the pace of his fingers. His tongue kept flicking and toying with the sensitive bud and his fingers finally found your g-spot as he curled them just the right away.

With a loud moan you released, orgasming on his fingers and tongue. He licked you and his fingers as clean as he could before he pulled himself away to hover above you.

"I promise," he panted as he kissed your jaw and neck, sliding his cock between your folds a few times. The head of his length rubbed against your clit, making you whine out his name. "I promise I will be gentle and I will take care of you, and I'm gonna make you feel so good, gonna make you a mommy, my delicate angel."

You held your breath as San slowly slid his member inside. "Breathe out honey, deep breaths," he grunted as he felt your tight walls squeeze him tightly. You clenched your eyes shut as you breathed in and out, taking all of his cock little by little.

"Yes, my precious angel, you are doing so well, you're taking my cock so well," he cooed, slowly pushing his cock in and out of you. You winced as he did so, feeling the sting and hearing your body telling you to stop, but you weren't going to stop, not when he positioned himself in a way that made it possible for him to directly hit your g-spot as he thrusted into you.

"Oh! S-San," you whined out. The stretch of his cock still hurting, but pleasure overtaking as he repeatedly hit your g-spot. "Right there, huh, angel? Right there? I'll fuck you right there, my good girl," he grunted as you nodded eagerly.

"Yes please, fuck me right there," you squeeled, nails digging into his biceps. "You're doing so well, pretty pussy taking my cock, you like that huh? You like the way my dick slides in your little pussy?"

"Yes, yes I love it, please," you moaned, feeling his cock reach deeper inside you. You nearly forgot about the stretch until he moved slightly, making you tense up.

"It's okay precious, it's okay, I got you," he said as he slowed down, holding you in his arms. You whined out as you felt his cock stretch out your walls more. "S-San!"

"My good girl, taking me so well, you're being so good, so brave," he grunted as the grip on your hips tightened. His hand reached between your bodies and his fingers found the way to your sensitive clit. He rubbed it quickly and made the moans spill from your lips.

"O-oh, San! Yes!" You moaned loudly as you felt another orgasm wash over you. You clenched down on his dick, making him reach his orgasm too. He moaned loudly as he spilled all his seeds inside you, filling you up to the brim.

He panted out and stayed inside you, not wanting any of it to leak out. You regained your breath as your hands ran over his back, eyes closed. "My precious angel," he whispered in your ear as he slowly pulled his dick out of you. You felt some of your man's hot cum drip from your pussy down to your ass, making you hiss at the feeling.

"You were amazing honey, you did so well," he said as he kissed your head, holding you in his arms. "I will make sure to keep trying to put a baby in you," he promised as he carressed your hair, "and I'm gonna make you feel so good every day, while you're looking so pretty in the city lights."

#kpop #ateez #smut #san #starshinehwaa's prompt list #starshinehwaa

[pillarmen-lover2080]

Octotrio and yuu 🩷

Omgggg I love octanvinelle so much! Sorry for being inactive for a little while~~

Warnings: Slight innuendos

Azul 💙🩵💜 :

Azul loves you. He really does. From your beautiful eyes to your sweet smile. He loves everything about you. He especially loves your voice. He hangs off of every word you say, listening to the tone of your voice and the way you pronounce things. He thinks to himself: "Ah my yuu...what a lovely voice you have. I wish I could listen to it forever....I wish I could make it mine forever..." Azul just wants to make you happy. He wants you to feel safe and secure around him. He wants you to want to stay with him and he'll achieve that tthrough spoiling you with gifts and treats from the Mostro Lounge. He may not be ready to say that he loves you, but he is more than willing to show it. Please love this man back.

Jade 💚💜🩵:

"Oya, what a sweet thing I have here...I am so lucky to have you, my dear~" Jade will coo all sorts of loving phrases towards you. You are his sweet Yuu after all. He loves watching you and listening to you talk about all the things that makes you happy. Jade is fully confident in himself and has no problem telling you just how much he loves you. "Oh my darling Yuu, you are my most treasured pearl", he'll say while holding you close. "So special that I just can't let you go!" Jade loves you so much and he intends to keep you forever.

Floyd 🩵💜💚:

"MY CUTE SHRIMPY!!!" Unlike Azul and Jade, Floyd is a wild card. Floyd is unpredictable with both words and actions. He may want to cuddle and then suddenly he wants to dance with you. It only matters that he wants to do everything with you, right? "Hehehehehe Shrimpy~ come cuddle with meeee", he will say while pulling you to his room. "I promise I don't bite...hehehe I just wanna squeeze ya real good!" Please just listen to the man. He fell for you and fell hard, now there is no escape. Floyd obviously things you're adorable. He thinks you're so small compared to him and squeezable. "Ehehehe I promise i won't be too rough~"

#twisted wonderland #floyd leech x reader #azul x reader #jade leech #jade x reader #floyd leech x y/n #floyd leech #azul ashengrotto #octavinelle x reader #octotrio #jade leech x y/n #leech twins #leech brothers #twst fanfic #twst wonderland

[chrisevansonly]

A Fine Line For A Special Someone (blurb)

harry styles x female reader

summary: it’s the last leg of love on tour, and harry just made show one that much more special for you

warnings: none:)

a/n; hi everyone, im gonna try and get some little things out today, so i hope you enjoy🩷

One of your favourite places to be was stood where you are right now watching your husband dance and sing across a stage in front of thousands of people. The atmosphere, the music and seeing him so enveloped and intertwined in his job and his passion was something you would forever love. It was the end of Love on Tour and the first show was today in Horsens Denmark, you’d been lucky enough to travel around with him for tour, and every city and corner of the world you had been too had just been absolutely stunning.

“So this song, is one that I’ve always loved..”

You locked your eyes onto Harry as he stood at the microphone getting ready to play another track, you didn’t know the full set list yet, he was usually tweaking it every now and then

“This song is also loved by a lot of you, and a lot of my fans, for a variety of reasons…but it also happens to be the woman i love’s favourite song as well…”

You glanced at the screen showing you now down where you were standing, a smile on your face as you waved to the crowd, shaking your head slightly in H’s direction

“This is my wife’s favourite song, and one she requested I play at least once on this final leg so…here’s fine line”

You couldn’t help the tears that lined your eyes, knowing just how special this song was to you, Harry looked over, blowing a kiss in your direction as he began to play the opening notes on his guitar. The crowd began to sing along, many sharing the same tearful expression you held as you sung with him.

Fine line had been one of the songs you’d loved since Harry had started to come out with more of his own music, the lyrics holding a deep rooted meaning and symbolism to them. Just as Matilda also captured many feelings and memories for you, Harry never failed to make you feel wrapped up in softness and comfort when it came to his music

“you sunshine you temptress, my hands at risk I fold..”

Harry’s eyes remained on yours every so often, the glances you shared holding many words that didn’t need to be spoken, lots of hidden messages for one another that held all the love in the world.

You watched the fans around you, some crying, others smiling and belting the lyrics out with him, you knew he meant just as much to them as he did to you. You’d always told Harry his fans felt like home for you as well, you felt like one giant family.

“we’ll be alright, we’ll be alright..”

There was no where else you’d want to be than in this moment watching Harry perform his heart out and giving his all on stage. Fine Line would forever be such a beautiful song not only for Harry and his fans, but for you, his darling, his favourite woman in the world, his wife.

#harry styles #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles x y/n #harry styles x female reader #harry styles x girlfriend reader #harry styles x fem!reader #harry styles x wife reader #harry styles x reader #harry styles masterlist #harry styles x plus size reader #harry styles fan fiction #rueswrites #ruesanswers #ruesanons<3 #ruesasks #ruesfriends❤️

[swallowedbymadness]

♡ a melancholy melody ♡ 

Pairing: pianist!hongjoong x writer!fem!reader

Genre: Period piece drama/romance/aka my ultimate fantasy

Summary: As a writer, love was something you naturally longed for but thought it to be unattainable. However, when a mysterious piano player comes to town one summer, you find yourself falling into a fairytale of your own.

Word Count: 10.2k (oops)

A/N: hello again, my darlings! I come bearing another romantic Hongjoong gift. I’m currently in the middle of writing another member, but this came to me like a vision in the night. I simply could not ignore it. 🥲 aka I watched a period piece drama and needed to write aristocratic Kim Hongjoong asap. 🫠 Please I encourage leaving some feedback for me. I would love to hear your thoughts, emotions, or anything really! 🤍 18+ content, so please, minors DNI. Enjoy!🥂

Warnings: ye olden times talk (lol), romantic fluff and sweet love makin’, pet names, sensory deprivation (blind fold & fabric restraints used on reader), unprotected sex, oral (f/r), if I missed any pls let me know. 🩷

Proofread: Of course! But, you know the drill. If you see a mistake, no you don’t. 💌

You found yourself at yet another party for people you really did not care to socialize with. But of course, you could not deny your dear friend the company she begged for from you. You would much rather be at home immersed in the newly acquired novel you picked up from the bookstore the other day, upset that you were almost finished with it already. 

     You lived in a small town in the countryside, so it was always the same guests with nothing special to celebrate. Usually parties consisted of single wealthy men in search of a bride, so her father was always happy to oblige in their search by throwing these lavish evenings in their ballroom. You weren’t sure why you still attended, seeing as you did not care for any of the men that made the guest list. Maybe it was the consistent nagging of your childhood friend or your parents giving you a hard time for still being unwed at your age. Either way, it felt more like an obligation to throw your best dress on for another night of mingling with socialites. But then again, this was better than sitting at home with writer’s block. You were trying to write a fairytale of your own, but life was just so dull and uninspiring. Artists needed a muse, and you simply didn’t have one. You longed to experience romance as you did in the books you read time and time again, but alas, the same boring people did not tick all your boxes to deem worthy enough for the romance you daydreamed about.

This predicament always arose when you found yourself at these parties. Every man who you became acquainted with stayed just that — an acquaintance. Half of you wished your standards would be lower so you could finally marry and have children, but you knew in your heart that that was far from what you craved. You wanted passion, risqué rendezvous at midnight, adventure, and all the in between that the novels you spent so much time reading described, but mainly you wanted something worth writing about. Maybe then you could finish the godforsaken book you’ve been trying to write for months now. 

     You were trying to pay attention to a current conversation you were having with a military official who was boasting about his assets when your eyes drifted elsewhere, his bragging tone of no interest to you. You dreamed about being whisked away by a magical force to a far away land where the flowers sang along with the breeze and the rays from the sun danced on your skin. It was so sudden, but when your gaze was shifting back on the man in front of you, they caught a pair of chestnut eyes burning into you.       

     You looked around, not sure if they were truly set on you or not, but to your surprise, there was no one else around they could be looking at. You held the stare, your interest piquing immensely. It was like a string was tied to you because you felt a tug from behind your ribs when his gaze didn’t falter. 

     “Are you alright, Miss?” The man in front of you brought your attention back to him, breaking you from your hazy dream. 

     “Ah, yes I uh, I just need some air.” You excused yourself from the ballroom and into the garden. You took a seat on one of the benches near a rose bush, the red and pink petals shining under the night sky, the sweet scent filling the air around you. It wasn’t long before you heard a soft melody erupting from the piano that sat in the ballroom. You got up and roamed back inside to see what the commotion was all about. You lingered in the corner off to the side, watching as everyone danced and laughed while others drank and talked with voices too loud. You noticed a group of women gathered around the piano, giggles and awestruck smiles adorning their faces. As you got a bit closer, you could finally see what they were fawning over.

Sitting at the piano was a man with tousled hair the color of coffee, his sharp features focused on his slender fingers as they skillfully danced elegantly across the keys. Your breath hitched in your throat when his fingers stilled and the music stopped, silence filling the room before thunderous applause took over the atmosphere. He looked up, and you swore time itself froze.

     Your eyes locked with chestnut once again, and suddenly the newly familiar tug in your chest returned, leaving you breathless.

—

     “Back so soon are we?” The bookstore owner teased, smiling when seeing your embarrassment displayed on your cheeks. 

     “The last story was so captivating. A boy who never grew up, a magical fairy and pirates? It was an adventure I couldn’t seem to put down.” 

     “Well, maybe you’ll find something that lasts you a bit longer than the previous tale.” He smiled, the wrinkles etched into his aged face a comforting sight for you. You placed the small green leather bound book on the counter and began your search for a new fairytale to be entranced by. Your fingers grazed the books on the shelf lightly as you walked down the ilse, reading the titles, waiting for something to cause that initial spark that made you giddy. You stopped over a blue book with silver color bindings, your finger buzzing as it hovered over the spine. You pulled it out and opened it to sample a page. As you felt your mind begin to wander off into the fictional world you were ready to dive into, you didn’t notice the creak of the front door open and the owner greet the new customer that waltzed in shortly after you.

     “Ah, Mr. Kim, it’s an honor. And what brings you into my shop?”

     “I’m just looking for a light read to fill the hot days with. Any recommendations?” The man asked, and the owner hummed in response, pondering over the options.

     “Well, the fantasy section might pique your interest. A good love story is perfect for the longer days of summer. It might even inspire you,” The hinting smile in his tone was obvious, but went unnoticed. The man chuckled at the old man’s words before headed towards the shelves with the recommended genre.

    “I’ll have a look then, thank you.” He said with a smile. You we’re so enraptured with the words on the worn pages that you didn’t realize the presence that lingered just behind you. 

     “Good day, Miss,” A tenor voice from behind you brought you back to the present and away from the book in your hands. You turned around and the tug instantly returned as your eyes met with chestnut once again. 

     “Oh,” you stuttered, unable to form a coherent thought with the pianist from the other night, but now he was standing before you. “Good day, sir.” 

     “It is a good day indeed, now that my eyes have stumbled upon you again.” You felt your cheeks heat up from the sudden flirtatious advances. “I believe it is fate that brought us here to find each other again, don’t you?” The corners of his mouth turned upwards into an honest grin. 

     “Hm,” you contemplated playfully, noticing how his gaze never faltered from your face. “Fate indeed that the stars wanted our paths to cross once again.” 

     “Maybe this time I will be allowed more than a few stolen glances. Perhaps I’ll have the pleasure of knowing your name?” You clutch the novel in your hand a bit tighter, letting your name slip from your mouth carefully. You saw a small flicker of something you couldn’t quite figure out in his expression, a firm smile and kind eyes still exposed to you.

     “It’s a pleasure to formally make your acquaintance.” He bowed, extending his hand out in front of you, waiting for your hand to be placed into his. Once obliging, your palms met and his rosy lips brushed lightly over the top of your hand, lingering over the warm flesh for more than what was deemed appropriate. 

 “The pleasure is all mine, Mr. Kim.” You hated how your heart fluttered slightly at the delicate touch. His eyebrow shot up in surprise without his cool exterior faltering as his name fell from your mouth so easily. He wondered how you’d known. Perhaps you overheard his previous conversation with the owner. 

     “Please, call me Hongjoong. No need for formalities.” 

     “Very well then. And what brings you here, Hongjoong?” You looked back over to the shelf, pretending to nonchalantly browse the titles under your fingertips.

     “Well, I play the piano, and very much enjoy writing symphonies. However, I am spending the summer away from the city to clear my head a bit. ”

     “Well, Mr. Kim. You’re quite the talk of the town as of late, and I hear that you’re currently the most eligible bachelor.” You recall from all the gossip from around town that you had not stopped hearing about since the party. You learned that he had just arrived that morning and was quickly invited to play that evening. 

     “Is that so?” He took a step closer to you, and you felt yourself subconsciously step a fraction back, not realizing the bookcase was so close behind you. “And what do they have to say?” He was baiting you, and you knew it. Kim Hongjoong was said to be one of those men who frequented the city brothels only men of his status could afford, or he would find his way into the beds of aristocratic women that you absolutely could and would never associate yourself with. Part of you didn’t want to believe the rumors, but the way his eyes trailed your body left you unsure.

  “Not much really, just how handsome you are, and how the way you play piano is a form of art all on its own.” He straightened his stance at that, a proud grin appearing across his features. But you noticed that it still seemed lacking, like the current compliment of the whole entirety of the town wasn’t enough for him or his ego. 

     “And what do you say?” His brow perked up inquisitively, eagerly awaiting another form of praise to drop from your lips. You lightly scoffed under your breath, just enough for him to hear it.

     “I have nothing to say about you.” You simply stated matter of factly. His smile didn't fade like you’d expected it to. Instead, it only grew, like you were challenging a lion waiting to pounce. 

     “I see,” he hummed in response. His eyes trailed down your body, fixating on your hands that were now crossed in front of you, your fingers slightly white at how tight your grip had gotten on the borrowed book.  “I see no husband accompanies you, and no band adorns your left finger. Why is a woman who possesses such beauty as yourself not wed yet?”

     “Because, I have yet to find a man who has any interest in what I love most.” 

     “And what would that be?” You adjusted your stance in hopes this conversation would end soon, his gaze suddenly feeling patronizing. You tapped your fingers against the book in your hands and nodded knowingly. “Books, I presume?”

     “Not just books, Mr. Kim, but the stories that lie within the pages. Fantasy, adventure, romance…it’s all so fascinating to me. It’s hard not to get lost in another world. Naturally, this is something I tend to fall victim to as I am a writer myself.”

     “Well, I see nothing wrong with that,” he claimed, his confidence filling the air around you both. “You’re a well educated woman. Any man would aspire to have a wife with that quality.” 

     “I dream in rose color, Mr. Kim, and I’m afraid no man takes a woman like me seriously.” He clicked his tongue, looking around the room before leaning forward to hover his lips just above your ear.

     “Not all men can handle a woman like you then, now can they.” He spoke low, his chest vibrating as his words rang in your ear and sent shivers down your spine, his breath hot against your skin. The breath you were holding in your lungs suddenly was lost as you inhaled, your senses being overwhelmed by citrus and bergamot. 

     “I-” you felt yourself stumble back and lose your footing, a quiet yelp escaping you. You prepared to tumble back into the shelf behind you when you felt his hand grasp the small of your back and pull you close to his chest. Instead, you found yourself crashing into the pianist, and the two of you hit the ground unceremoniously. You looked down into chestnut and swore you saw the sun when a toothy grin appeared across his face, followed by a hearty laugh. You sprung up after what felt like ages, not sure how long you lingered in his space with curious eyes trying to read him like one of your beloved novels. Once the both of you stood back up, the air turning awkward between you two, he picked the little blue book up from the floor that you hadn’t realized you’d dropped, and held it out to you.

     “Careful, people may think you’re falling for me already.” You felt your features twist into a mildly disgusted expression before a very audible scoff left your lips.

      “You’re…insufferable!” You pushed past him, not wanting to admit the way your heart twisted when you heard his chuckle from behind you.          

     “Good day, Mr. Kim.”

     “I’m sure we’ll see one another again soon.” He winked, but you pretended that you didn’t see it to avoid your face from flushing more than it already was.

—

     The days of summer were passing by in a blur, and you grew more frustrated that you couldn’t write a single thing without feeling mediocre, resulting in you crumpling the paper up and tossing it onto the floor. Inspiration still remained hidden from you, like a treasure you had to hunt down. Your days weren’t always bothersome though, seeing as you started seeing a certain pianist in the bookstore more frequently. You often found Hongjoong at the bookstore whenever you returned for another new read, but as the warm days came and went, you noticed he would sometimes be in the fantasy section browsing the books as if waiting for you to show up. Or, other days, he would be in the back at a little table with his brows furrowed and a pen in his hand as he scribbled treble clefs and b sharps to add to his stack of sheet music.

     You tried your best to stay away, you really did. Not wanting to be the next name in everyone’s mouth, but something wouldn’t allow you to keep your distance for long. It was when he was absolutely enthralled by his work one afternoon that you felt the tug again, the invisible string pulling you towards his hunched over figure. As you approached, you cleared your throat to make your presence known.

     “Ah, what a pleasant surprise to see you again!” He looked up momentarily from his jumble of ink stained papers, his hair a tousled mess and plum crescents circled underneath his puffy eyes. 

     “I was beginning to think you were avoiding me.” 

     “Trust me, I tried.”

     “But?” A mischievous grin tugged at the corners of his mouth, his eyes sparkling like diamonds.

     “Well…you frequent the one shop in town that I do, so it’s unavoidable, I suppose.” Your excuse did not fool him, but he did not say anything about it.

     “I see…” he looked around the mess in front of him and stood up swiftly from the wooden chair, creaking slightly as it slid across the floor under his weight. “Would you like to go on a walk with me?” He blurted, as if the idea just came to him at that very moment. Stunned, you looked out the small window at the front of the shop and then back at him

     “Hongjoong, it’s nearly sundown.” 

     “Perfect,” he gathered the papers and shoved them under one arm, offering the other for you to grab onto. “I’ve been wanting to show you something.”

     You two walked not too far, the conversation light and easy as you strolled on his arm through town. Once you reached the edge, cobblestone soon turning to dirt and grass, you noticed a stone path leading up the hill and through a clearing of willow trees. You recall staring up at the aged trees as a little girl, always wondering what magic lied behind the swinging branches. You stopped at the first stone, your grip on his arm loosening as you allowed your arm to unhook from his.

     “What is it?” He turned around with a quizzical expression on his face at the loss of your touch. His eyes met yours, concern filling his dark irises as he looked into your own. 

     “Nothing, it’s just I…” you trailed off, unsure if it was appropriate to engage in such private conversation with a man you hardly knew. 

But that’s the thing. You simultaneously felt like you’d known him for lifetimes prior to this one, and it made your skin buzz at the possibility. The very thought confused you, yet you felt excitement lingering in your bones every time he laid eyes on you and the tug pulled you to him.

     “C’mon,” he held his hand out to you, his palm inviting yours to rest in his. “Do you trust me?” You weren’t sure what exactly possessed you to place your hand in his and slowly nod as a silent confirmation that yes, you did trust him. Why? You were unsure. But something inside you told you that you were supposed to go up that hill and beyond those trees that evening. So, you allowed him to pull you along behind him as you made your way up, up, up until you reached the very top.

     You felt the air get knocked from your lungs when your eyes set upon what was in front of you. A beautiful garden that lit up with fireflies, sprites dancing around the leaves of the trees as the warm evening breeze allowed the flowers to sway in time with the music of nature. 

     “Hongjoong, what…is this place?” 

     “Do you like it?” He peered over at you, the warm glow from the candles burning in their lanterns above casting the most radiate light onto your skin, your lips parting in fascination as you watched his garden come to life as the moon and her stars filled the night sky above. 

     This, he decided, was the purest form of beauty he’s ever seen — You adorning the moon’s elegant light upon you. He did not dare admit that he thought your beauty almost outshined mother moon’s in that moment.  

     “Like it? I’m captivated by it.” You couldn’t find the words, too awestruck by nature’s true beauty as it flourished and came to life in the beginning of the night.     

     “This is my home away from home,” he chuckled at the disbelief that had made its way onto your face. “I grew up here.” You looked just past the garden to see a large house with more windows than you’d ever seen, greenery overtaking the brick walls. You noticed that there was a metal staircase that spiraled up to meet a balcony, a beautiful stained glass window with florals depicted in the vivid colors.  “Would you like to take a look around?” He tugged you along, excitement flooding your veins as you walked through the various plant life, the different scents filling your senses. From roses to peonies, marigolds and tulips. They mingled together to create this Heaven on earth as magic hung in the air around you.

     You took note of the fountain in the middle, frogs ribbiting and grasshoppers chirping as the night came to life around you as you ascended up the aged metal staircase. Once utop the balcony, you ran over to the edge of the thick railing, crashing into it as you took in the whole garden from above. The wind blew your hair around your face, and Hongjoong swore his heart stopped beating in that very moment.

     “It’s like a fairytale.” You whispered more to yourself, but Hongjoong caught every word of it as he leaned against the half wall with you. “Oh Hongjoong,” you sighed dreamily, your chin falling into your palm as you rested your elbow on the marble below it. “Isn’t it the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen?” He felt the corners of his mouth turn upward slightly, his eyes falling onto your lips, his hand clenched into a fist as he fought back the urge to press his body against yours and kiss you with everything he had. Instead, he chuckled under his breath, his eyes never leaving your face.

     “Yes, indeed it is.” 

— 

     When the middle of summer hit, you did not ever dream of feeling this alive. Hongjoong had let you into a secret garden that opened your eyes to a world beyond the books you found yourself lost in. That alone made your heart soar, and you felt your heart flutter every time you were around him. 

     Small, innocent brushes of his hand against yours as you made small talk about anything and everything, feeling completely comfortable in one another’s presence once you started spending more and more time with one another.    You hadn’t experienced this feeling before, but it felt like what every book you had read had described this feeling to be…but you were hesitant at first. 

     It wasn’t until you found yourself under the August full moon in his garden, your heart trembling as the energy in the air shifted that night. Something had changed, but you couldn’t figure out what exactly. As you popped various fruits into your mouth and drank the fizzy liquor he had brought out from the house onto the balcony to make “the perfect midnight picnic” he had claimed, you couldn’t help notice the way his eyes lingered on you for longer than usual. You saw his hands tremble ever so lightly and his features displaying a softer side to him instead of his usual charming facade. Your body was slouching back against the metal as you gazed lazily up at the twinkling stars that littered the sky, feeling completely at peace as you usually did in his presence. You heard him say your name under his breath, pulling you from whatever fantasy you’d made up in your head that evening, to see him standing inches from you. You’d noticed he had trapped your figure between his arms as he pinned you against the railing, his breath warm on your face as he inched closer, sending your heart flying manically within your rib cage.

     “I-I think I’m falling in love with you…” he stuttered nervously, bluntly, shamelessly. His eyes darkened and were full of something you couldn’t understand. You felt your breath hitch, your mind fogging over in a lavender haze as you tried to dissect his words.

     ‘I’m falling in love with you.’ His words rang in your ears, your chest swelling uncomfortably as you responded with no thought behind your response, but more so you just allowed your intuition to guide you through the dangerous storm that was your heart, your feelings for Hongjoong that you had suppressed and refused to acknowledge because he was a player. How many other women did he confess to just to get them into bed with him? For so long, you refused to be labeled as one of them. But now, you couldn’t, wouldn’t, deny yourself and your emotions any longer. You didn’t care about the rumors, you didn’t care about his reputation. You only cared about acting on your feelings that had recently began to surface. 

     “Kiss me.” You requested softly. You half expected his ego to ruin the moment you reciprocated his advance, but you were surprised when his playboy exterior had not returned. Instead, if it was even possible, his eyes shined brighter than the stars above you two as an innocent smile painted itself across his face as his hands came up to cup your face sweetly. You could feel the beat of his erratic heart through his fingertips as he closed the gap between you two. 

     His lips on yours was absolutely electrifying, like bolts of lightning shooting through your veins and you could have sworn you heard the sky unleash a crack of thunder as the rain began to pour down onto you both. You didn’t care, even your mouths refused to seize their movements against each other as your tongues crossed one another in the most heated kiss you’d ever experienced. Both his hands clutched your face a bit tighter, pulling you deeper into him, sucking your bottom lip in between his own pair and making you dizzy.

     He started backing up, taking you with him through the French doors inally and led you to the fluffy bed. He backed up into the mattress and collapsed against the warm fabric with you on top of him. You stayed like that, lips never leaving one another for hours, lazy kisses and fingertips exploring every inch of your wet skin until your lips were too swollen, and the clothing was too much to keep against your skin.      

     You swallowed the foreign feeling of surrender as you allowed your heart to experience the pleasure your body was. You instead focused on the way his calloused hands worked at the soaked fabric of your dress, the material slipping from your figure and to the floor, leaving you in your slip that stuck sinfully to you, leaving nothing to the imagination as the cotton fabric exposed you as if you were bare. He removed that as well in time, his jaw going slightly slack and his eyes becoming hooded once he had you naked before him. He did not dare rush, but simply wanted, needed, to take his time with you, savoring every little detail of your curves, your dips, and your edges. He felt the dam holding in his overwhelming emotions break, once your eyes locked again and he saw your smile.      

He knew in that moment that he was in love with everything  that was simply you.

     You woke up later that night, feeling absolutely blissful after recalling how his body felt against yours for the first time, memorizing the sounds he made as he burrowed himself deep in between your legs. You felt a blush dust across your cheeks as the memories played out like a play. 

     You were soon drawn from your visions when you felt nothing next to you in the bed, the sheets abandoned long ago. You looked over across the room frantically, only to find him hunched over at a table, a lantern illuminating the concentration on his face as he scribbled onto tea stained paper. You watched him for a while, but it wasn’t long before he felt your eyes on him, causing him to return your gaze. He smiled tiredly, standing from the table and making his way over to you, a thin robe exposing his chest as he strode over. 

     “Did I wake you?”

     “Not at all, I was just upset that the bed was cold.” He chuckled, his breathy laugh sending a soothing emotion through you. 

     “I’m sorry, I just needed to get this song out of my head…would you like to hear it?” You nodded, eyes lighting up at the thought of him playing for you. “Very well then,” he grabbed the sheet music and placed it at the grand piano just next to him, the chair squeaking under his weight as he sat down. He cracked his knuckles, shaking his hands out to loosen himself up before inhaling deeply and looking over the paper one last time before he began to play.

The room suddenly filled with so much emotion, it was nearly suffocating. Your eyes watched how his fingers strategically danced across the keys, the motions seeming so effortless as he swayed back and forth in time with each key being pressed. The melancholy melody painted the room various shades of blue and gray, the music reminding you of the midnight sky and the feeling it evoked when you longingly looked up at the stars and wished for your heart’s deepest desire. It was the sound of how it felt to talk to the moon when you prayed for your wish to come true. It was indescribable with words, but Hongjoong was able to convey every emotion lingering in the air with his fingertips. 

     When he stopped playing, you came back down from the cloud you’d perched yourself on top of as you lost yourself to the lullaby he had created, and you felt tears burning your eyes. 

     “That was lovely. You play beautifully.” You commented, voice barely there as you allowed your eyes to speak for you when words had failed you. 

     “Thank you,” he gathered the pages back up neatly, placing them back on the holder before reaching for the glass with a swig of amber colored liquor left in it that sat on the table. “It’s meant to portray longing. It’s an insatiable feeling that gets deeply rooted into your soul if you’re not careful. Even if you grab hold of something so tightly and never want to let go, sometimes you feel that sense of greed that you need more, even if you have the whole world at your fingertips.” You hummed in response, feeling the ache in your chest burn as you dared ask your next question. 

     “What was your inspiration?” His eyes finally settled on yours, a sad smile making its way onto his lips before he sighed.

     “You.” 

—

     As the sun began to burst into bright hues of oranges and reds, painting the sky as it set for the day, you unlocked the gate that led into Hongjoong’s garden, the sprites welcoming you back once again to the fairytale you longed to escape into. As you approached the spiral stairs that took you to a land that seemed far far away from reality, there he was, the handsome prince of your summer romance, waiting for you at the top. 

He was bent over the railing, a bottle of fizzy liquor half empty dangling from between his fingertips as his eyes searched the sky for something he would never say out loud. A miracle maybe, that someone would someday come sweep him away from the tower he deemed himself trapped in.  

     “That’s very Romeo and Juliet of you,” you laughed from the bottom of the steps, taking one of the leaves of ivy that wrapped around the railing in your finger, the leaf turning a bright green in the sun’s evening glow. You saw him shake himself from his daydream and look down upon you. He let out a breathy laugh as his eyes focused onto you and how your aura was a bright gold at this hour. Maybe this was his golden hour, you standing in his blooming garden, the butterflies and fairies dancing around you as you looked up at him like he was some kind of god that you worshiped. He pondered on the thought.

     “I suppose, but why do I have to be Juliet? I’m not a damsel in distress.” You giggled under your breath as you began walking up the steps.

     “Are you sure about that?” He rolled his eyes, taking a swig from the crystal bottle before extending his arm out as he waited for you to reach the top. “It’s okay, I’ll rescue you. Just don’t drink any poison before I arrive.” You reached for the bottle he gripped tightly onto but willingly gave over to you. He smiled, a kind of stoic look appearing on his face. 

     “I can’t make any promises,” he sheepishly grinned as his eyes diverted down to the bottle in his hand. Your heart trembled at the way his words rang with a hint of truth and a cry for help with how his eyes flickered with a hint of sadness, but that was something you would address another day perhaps. 

     He held the door open for you to enter, the last beams of the sun’s light shining through the stained glass and creating a rainbow of color on the walls. 

     “I’m only kidding, you know.” he made sure to assure you, you not noticing that he could see the sudden panic in your eyes as you approached him. He walked past you and collapsed onto the bed, a weight filling the air that suddenly caused you to follow suit. You crawled on top of the duvet next to him, waiting for him to open the door to his secret wonderland once more. His head hit the pillow, eyes looking up at the ceiling, hands laying flat on his chest. “I just…” he sighed, trying to find the words while seeking out the courage to let you through the door to his heart. He reached over and pulled you to him, his head rolling to the side to rest his lips against your temple. You were soon thankful for him closing the space between you. 

     You tiptoed around Hongjoong, like trying not to scare a fawn away. That was your biggest fear — losing him. But when the warmth of his lips met your burning skin, the thought of him running away vanished quicker than it had arrived. 

“So when do I get to read one of your stories?” He questioned, eyebrows wiggling teasingly. You groaned at the thought as you tried to forget that you had not picked up a pen to write since you started seeing Hongjoong more. 

“I don’t have anything to show you, unfortunately.”

     “That’s alright. Maybe you just need a little inspiration.” 

     “That’s exactly what I need. It’s not easy to come by when you’re surrounded by the same things and people everyday. There’s just nothing to write about.”

     “There’s enough gossip floating around town that you could find something to write about, I’m sure.” You hummed in response, the air in the room falling into a comfortable silence before he spoke again, much more softly this time. “They’re not true you know...”

     “Hm?” You turned to the side, your eyes focused on the shape of his mouth as he spoke.

     “The rumors,” he deadpanned, the words not easily slipping from his tongue. His jaw clenched slightly, and you knew you were approaching something touchy, but if he allowed it, you would slowly walk towards that door he was willing to open for you.

     “What do you mean?” An exasperated sigh fell from his lips, but you knew it wasn’t directed towards you.

     “I’m sure you’ve heard them by now, just like everybody else. ‘Artist Kim Hongjoong, the playboy, makes his rounds into a different bed every night.’ ‘Pianist Kim Hongjoong was seen leaving the brothel once again.’” He trailed off, the annoyance seeping into his tone.

     “You can’t truly believe that anyone believes that about you.” You supplied, but you knew Hongjoong wasn’t buying it when he let out a cold laugh.

     “Clearly you haven’t been around town lately.” Even though you knew it wasn’t supposed to be a jab, you could feel the knife pierce your skin with the way he spoke his words with a hint of venom laced between each letter.  “Besides, I’ve tried time and time again to save my image, I really have. I don’t know how it even started...” he paused, feeling frustrated, with hurt taking over his soft features, hardening him like a shell that wouldn’t crack.  “It’s like, if I pretend I don’t hear what they say, it’ll all go away if I ignore it long enough. I’ll forget about it and move on. But you don’t see the way people look at me…maybe I’m not cut out to be in the spotlight. Maybe I should just stop playing and-” You sat up and took his hands in yours, your heart beginning to jump within your chest like a wild rabbit.

     “That’s nonsense, and you know it.” You urged, your words beginning to get stuck in your throat. “You’re too talented to let this dream go. You’re already so loved here, who knows how far your music could take you.” You rubbed circles with your thumbs into the top of his hands, your eyes refusing to meet his own. “Please…don’t. Hold onto it…so tightly, even if it suffocates you. Don’t let anyone or anything take it away from you.” The desperation leaked from your voice, and you weren’t sure if you were referring to his music or yourself, but with the way he pulled you closer to his chest, you knew he wasn’t sure either.

     You wouldn’t push him to say more, and Hongjoong was silently thankful for that. The words you both didn’t want to speak were dangling threateningly over both your heads the closer Autumn became. You both knew the end of the summer was your doomed fate, but neither of you dared to speak of it. You simply pushed it away from reality instead, allowing yourselves the peace of existing in a garden of mystical creatures and fireflies as the long days blurred into shorter nights. Every moment spent together was filled with glitter and magic, and every bit of fantasy you could ever ask for. You wanted to be his, gods, did you so desperately want to be his, but you would rather have this little piece of him that he offered to you willingly, than nothing at all. 

     The little fragments of himself that he chose to share with you were so precious, whether that be a tender kiss to your temple as a silent confession, or when he stayed up until the sun woke up and the dew covered the gardens outside to write something beautiful just for your ears to hear later that night. You never asked for anything, but were grateful when he let you into his inner world, a place you knew no one but him was allowed to explore, reside or dwell in. 

     There were days you would just lay together, no words exchanged between the two of you, just the steady beating of your hearts. Those were the days you laid in bed waiting for the sun to set so it would welcome the moon and her stars into the sky, the air filled with laughter and sweet nothings being whispered onto sticky skin. Once the stars littered the sky, soft whimpers and gasps would fill the hazy atmosphere when fingertips grazed sensitive spots on exposed skin, when kisses were slow and drawn out, lazy but intentional. Swollen champagne lips and strawberry kisses melted into burning flesh that craved to be touched, to be loved. Ignoring the empty liquor bottles that littered the floor from the days you were not there fueled a new fire within you. 

     You felt the need to save him from everything that plagued him, a need to save him from himself, but you didn’t even know what this was between the two of you, let alone know if he even wanted to be saved. But, as the days blurred together like your vision when tears formed in your eyes when the sun was too bright in the early afternoon, you realized it would be harder and harder to stay away from him. All of you wished for it, but you knew both of you didn’t have the strength to comply with that, nor would you ever ask that of him. So, with a heavy heart, you decided that wanting was enough. 

     For you, it was enough. 

—

     As the cool September breeze rolled through the open window and past the sheer curtains, you let your eyes wander around the space you began to think of as home, reflecting on the summer days that had passed by in such a blur. You saw the wind chimes that played a symphony of their own, the large weeping willow tree just outside the window knocking into the stained glass harmonizing with the clanking metal. You saw the way the birds flew around, singing the beautiful lyrics of nature, the grasshoppers playing their legs like a violin as butterflies fluttered around in a synchronized dance with the fireflies. 

     Your eyes finally landed on Hongjoong’s ethereal figure next to you. Some strands of his hair stuck to his forehead as his chest rose and fell to steady his erratic heartbeat underneath his rib cage. Your gaze trailed down his bare chest, the smooth skin glistening with a light sheen of sweat. The delicate sheet draped just over his lower half, his hip bone peaking out slightly. One arm was stretched behind his head for support as he laid there with his fingers combing through the hair at the base of his neck with his eyes closed. 

     His other hand trailed along the soft skin on your back, both of you bare and exposed to the walls surrounding you. Paintings you had created together when the air was sticky and the fruit he brought from the garden was sticky sweet, hung on any available space, making each wall feel cluttered, but it was how Hongjoong liked it. 

     All you, always. Compressed into an overwhelming suffocation. It was beautiful and made it hard for him to breathe in the most intoxicating way. 

     Your attention was brought back to the moment when you heard him exhale contently and felt the sheets rustle next to you, his front now nuzzling into your side. You felt the tip of his nose graze across your skin, inhaling deeply and exhaling with a content sigh.

     “I wish we could stay like this forever,” he admitted into your sticky flesh, his hand coming up to caress the exposed breast that was uncovered from the sheet. Your eyes fluttered closed as you felt his mouth place wet kisses onto the mound of flesh that adorned your chest, his lips taking your nipple in slowly as he let his tongue rile the bud up. You sighed, feeling a wave of arousal crash into you. 

     “Tell me you love me,” you whispered breathily, the air surrounding you warming up as you felt the disbelieving and honest chuckle rumble from within his chest, as if he couldn’t believe you’d tasked him with something as easy as breathing. “I want to hear you say it again,” His mouth came off of you with a pop as he looked at you through his thick lashes. He laid his head across your chest, his ear pressed just above where your heart was wildly beating like thunder during a vicious storm.

     “I love you,” he reached up and tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear, not letting the fondness in your eyes go unnoticed. “I love you with everything that one human could possibly give to another.” He rubbed his thumb lightly across your cheek, a small smile forming across his lips as he stared at you. “I love you earnestly, passionately, and irrevocably so.” He paused, lifting his hand to cup your cheek lovingly. He scooted up, putting his arm over your abdomen and supporting himself up. He swiped his tongue across his bottom lip, and soon was dipping down to press a lingering kiss to your lips before continuing. “I would willingly give myself to you in any way you wish to have me.” You felt the blush dust across your cheeks at his words, as if pulled from one of your favorite novels.

     “I must admit,” you propped your head up with your chin on your forearm, eyes lazily looking into his as he laid back down beside you to get a straight on view of your features. He swore he would never tire of the sight before him. “I feel the same way.” He chuckled in response, his hand going to the back of your head as he used his fingers to comb through your hair. 

     “I would sure hope so. If you didn’t, I would be questioning your motives.” He joked, his smile spreading when you rolled your eyes and laughed under your breath. 

     “I’m serious! I have never loved another this way, nor do I ever want to.” Your eyes became glassy when you saw the sun shine in his own, the sunset painting an array of hues across his porcelain skin. His other hand reached down to grab yours, his lips pressing feather light kisses to each fingertip, his eyes never leaving yours as he did so, his gaze growing serious and intense. A shiver made its way down your spine in response to his affection. 

     “Would you die for me?” His lips stilled on your skin, waiting for your response. You could feel his hummingbird heart about to take flight in his chest the longer you let the air between the two of you stay silent. 

     “Of course.” You simply said, the words easily leaving your swollen lips to your own surprise. You weren’t sure when that had become an absolute truth in your heart, and you didn’t want to ponder on the thought for too long. “You’ll be the one to kill me in the end, anyway.” 

     “‘You say I killed you, so haunt me then.’” Your eyes darted up at him, a knowing smile making its way across his face. 

     “I didn’t know you read Brontë.” 

     “There’s a lot you don’t know about me,” he lightly traced patterns into your back, your head falling back onto his chest. “But I’d like to change that.” Next thing you know he is hovering back over you, his intense irises locked on yours. His strong arms pulled you into his embrace, the stickiness on his skin from your previous endeavors heating up under your touch like lava. He reached over to the nightstand and opened the drawer, pulling out three matching black satin ties and sitting up straight above you so he could see the entirety of you. “Do you trust me?” 

     “With my life.” You stated firmly, but you didn’t know if the answer was for him or yourself. He smiled, his eyes softening at the mere sight of your body underneath his, the sheet long gone from both of your bodies. 

     “Good. I want to make sure you never forget me.” 

     “I don’t think that’s possible.” Your eyes stared holes into his face, the passion burning your veins and begging for him to touch you. Your skin tingled, blood red hot and buzzing with adrenaline when he took your wrists in his hands and began tying a knot. Once your wrists were bound together, he sat you up straight and gathered your luscious hair into a messy pony, wrapping the second piece of satin around the bundled up hair. Some strands fell back onto your face, but he did not seem to mind. He finally held the third piece in his hands, reaching behind your head and covering your eyes. 

     “Are you alright?” He inquired, goosebumps forming across your skin as you felt his breath ghost along your ear. “Is this okay?” 

     “Yes,” you confirmed, feeling your scorching blood running thickly through your body, acutely more aware of everything around you now that you had lost your vision. 

     “Good,” you felt his fingers ever so lightly brush along you, shoved after shiver rippling through your body, your core beginning to dampen the bedding underneath you. You felt his breath hovering over your lips, and you so desperately wanted him to close the small space that separated your lips from his. Like he read your mind, he nipped at your lower lip, his tongue quickly swiping over it and backing away as you tried chasing his lips with your own. A disgruntled groan left you, the frustration only building the more he did it. 

     “Please Hongjoong, ” You whined, feeling the tension in your abdomen twist every second he denied you the touch of his lips. You felt your core tingle as his hands traveled over your body, but never really touching you. But you could feel the energy from his palms vibrating every atom within you. You leaned forward and were met with nothing, a frustrated whine slipping from your lips. You heard him chuckle, and it wasn’t long before his lips were crashing into yours feverently. You had never wanted your hands to be free more than you did in this moment. You had not realized how deprived you would feel restrained under his strong hold on your wrists as his mouth consumed yours. You needed to card your fingers through his hair, you needed to feel his muscles under your fingertips, you needed to touch.

     “I want you…” He panted into your mouth, his length hardening against you as he subconsciously began to grind on you. “So. Bad.”

     “Take me, for I am yours.” You pleaded, against his rushed kisses, your tongues waltzing with one another as he deepened the kiss, his body pressing firmly into yours. “Only yours.” You sighed into his lips, and you heard a small moan leave his own.

     You felt him grab your wrists and bring your arms up over your head, the tie in your hair loosening and soon your hair fell around you as he removed the strip of satin. You could hear Hongjoong working above you, and soon felt his grip on you leave, but your arms were still suspended above you. Your abdomen swirled with excitement as you realized he had tied you to the iron bed frame to keep you in place. 

You shuddered when you felt his breath back on your skin, this time it was much, much lower than before. His hot breath was blowing against your clit, causing you to writhe at the immediate sensation. 

     “You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to taste you on my tongue.” You felt his nose brush along the sensitive skin near your folds. It disappeared just as quickly as it had come, but not without a deep sigh leaving him first as he took in the very sight before him. Your trembling figure above him, your dripping cunt waiting to clench onto something, your throbbing clit wishing to be abused.

     “To devour you, is my most absolute desire in this world.” He growled against the inside of your thigh, lightly nipping his way towards your heat once more. He suddenly licked a stripe up your center, your back arching instantly as you felt the air being ripped straight from your lungs, a gasp falling from your lips. The moan that exited his lungs was feral, and was now something you craved to pull out of his chest. Again, and again, and again.

     “No wine, no champagne, nor any fruit could ever taste as delectably addictive than you do, my love.” He said as he licked his way around your sex, making sure every drop of arousal that dropped from your awaiting pussy was cleaned up before he made an even bigger mess of you. 

He reached up and pressed two fingers against your lips, encouraging you to allow him entrance into your mouth. You allowed it, your tongue obsessively coating his digits with your saliva, sucking hard and needy. You heard a groan come from him, his dick twitching in anticipation at the feeling of your mouth on his fingers. He pulled them out and dipped back down, slowly sliding them into your soaked cunt, your walls inviting him in. You couldn’t suppress the noises that begged to leave your mouth as he reached a hand up and pressed down against your stomach, pumping his fingers in and out of you at an agonizingly slow pace. 

     “Hongjoong, I-I need it faster,” you panted and begged into the air, the itch to grab a fistful of his hair so strong in your fingertips it felt like an ache. At your request, his fingers plunged deeper and at a quicker pace, his fingers curling inside to feel the spongy wall he was looking for. 

     “I want to make you see stars brighter than the ones outside that window as you cum for me, pretty baby.” He confessed into your core as his tongue flicked against your clit, waiting for your release and the floodgates to open onto his awaiting tongue.

     “I can’t, I can’t hold on,” you jumbled, your eyes rolling behind the blindfold as you squeezed your hands together like you were in prayer. 

     “Let go, my love.” He cooed, his honey voice making you melt under his words. 

One.

Two.

Three.

     You counted the amount of flicks to your swollen bud and until you were gushing around him, your slick running down the base of his fingers, your back arching like your body was possessed, the desperate moans escaping you as you felt liquid hot and completely on fire, everything going numb and your body exploding like a shooting star under his touch, the pressure of his hand on your stomach becoming overwhelming as he pressed down.

     Your ears rang, you felt the earth spinning and you tried catching the stolen breath to return it to your lungs as you laid there, arms exhausted from hanging above you. 

     “We’re not done yet, darling.” He purred, coming up to you and removing your blindfold so you could watch him put his fingers into his mouth, slurping up the slick that had coated his hand. You felt another tug in your gut and the familiar warmth returned to your core as he used the rest of it to coat his dick and stroke his length lazily, his eyes blown out completely and hooded as they bore into your sparkling skin.

     “I need more,” you pleaded weakly, the emptiness your felt while your walls clenched at nothing, waiting for something to grip onto. “I need you. Please Hongjoong, I need you.” 

     “You have me, love. I’m right here.” He grabbed your arms and untied you from the iron, your wrists still bound together. He draped your arms around his neck before positioning you over his throbbing member. 

     “Now,” he held your hips firmly in place just above him. You could feel his leaking tip barely touch your entrance, a string of precum connecting to you. “take what you want from me.” He sucked your earlobe into his mouth, his teeth lightly grazing the cartilage as you sunk down onto his length. You did not need time to adjust to him, your heat consuming his length effortlessly. Your rigid walls sent a shiver down his spine, the shock of your sex tightly encasing him in a safe hug brought him to near tears as he released your lobe and tilted his head back, a guttural moan shamelessly slipping from between his swollen lips.

     Your lips found his adams apple, it vibrated under your touch as you began to bounce slowly on top of him, grinding your hips in a circular motion against him. The lewd sound of your skin smacking against one another, the squelching when his member was pulled completely out and thrusted right back into your hole, your slick pooling out of any available space it could. His hands gripped your hips as he guided you to rock back and forth, his face dipping down in between your bouncing breasts as you moved in rhythm with his heartbeat.

     His nails dug into the sensitive flesh of your hips as he bucked his hips upward to meet your thrusts. The pace you had set was much too slow for his liking, but he didn’t want this moment to end so soon, the warmth beginning to build up in his abdomen. As your hips rocked and your body shook with each jab his dick made into your spongy wall inside of you, a waterfall of gasps and moans poured from your lungs, the stars in the night sky filling your vision completely with their dazzling light. 

     “Baby, I’m cumming, I’m cumming,” he panted into your neck, his own whines and moans filling the space between you in the most beautifully erotic way. 

     “Hongjoong, I-oh,” As you both released everything you possibly could while flying through the galaxy behind your eyes, it was like a nebula of stars bursting inside of your chest, forming new constellations just for him. All the love you could ever imagine giving to someone was bursting at the seams and overflowing from your skin. It was all consuming, and you knew you would never recover from this. 

Hongjoong was your undoing.

     Satiated, he collapsed on top of you, all of his weight melting into your body as you laid there. His member softened inside your walls, still holding onto his member desperately as you were his body on top of you. You felt his hand slide up your arm and untie the satin that kept your wrists bound in place so you could finally relax the aching muscles against him. You finally were able to run your fingers through his damp hair, your lips planting themselves onto his temple as he laid there breathing heavily. 

     “I love you…so much.” Your voice broke, barely above a whisper, hot tears falling from your tired eyes as you took in the comforting citrus and bergamot you’d come so accustomed to over the summer. Now that autumn was here, you were sure you had fallen just as the leaves on the trees that laid beyond the walls you resided in had. It was inevitable, unavoidable, and almost felt fated. 

     “You’re everything to me,” he pressed his lips to your pulse point on your neck, lingering there as he took in your sweet scent and committed it to memory. 

“Everything.”

—

     Once the leaves darkened and began to fall from their branches, the air cooling and the days getting shorter, you knew it was time for Hongjoong to go back to the city. 

     “I’ll write to you,” he said, his warm hands taking yours and pressing a gentle kiss to your knuckles. The arriving carriage outside to take him was confirmation that your time with him was truly up.

     “I’ll tell you all about the fairytales I write, but only if you promise to write a song for me.” 

     “Oh my love,” he cupped your face, eyes softening with tears brimming and threatening to spill. “You’re my muse…the reason I will continue to write from every day on. Everything I do is all for you now.” 

     “Promise you’ll come back to me? Tell me this isn’t goodbye…” he brought you into his embrace, the autumn breeze sending a chill through you. His warmth surrounded you as his cheek pressed into the top of your head as he held you.

     “This isn’t goodbye…” He adorned a sad smile on his face as he tucked a strand of loose hair behind your ear. “Besides, how am I going to marry you if I never return?” 

     “What…?” You pulled back a little so his face came into view, your heart freezing over as his words embedded themselves into your soul.

     “Marry me.” It wasn’t a question, which sent your heart soaring through the clouds above. “When I come back, I want to take you away. We can travel the world, see the stars from anywhere you wish. Just as long as I’m with you.” He gulped, his eyes turning glassy at the sight of you.   “I can’t bear to live a life without you in it...So please, wait for me. I won’t be gone long.” 

     “Oh, Hongjoong…I-”

     “Do you trust me?” His eyes bore into yours, nothing but absolute infatuation and devotion swimming in his chestnut irises, erasing any doubt you had lingering in your heart. You closed your eyes and leaned back into him, allowing his embrace to tighten over you once more. You allowed your senses to fill with his intoxicating citrus and bergamot before a sigh fell from your lips.

“Always.”

—

     That evening, you sat by your window with fresh pages and a new pen in your lap, ready to finally write. As you replayed every memory, every touch, every whispered confession from this summer, you felt a sense of ease wash over you when you realized that you had now found your muse. 

     You took a sip of the tea you had made, placing the tea cup on the sill as you gazed up into the night sky. Even if he wasn’t with you, you sought comfort in the way you could feel in every bone in your body that you were under the same sky, illuminated by the same glittering stars. 

     As you found yourself humming the lullaby he played for you that one august morning after you had shared another sleepless night between his alabaster sheets, you lazily looked up at the stars above, chin resting on the palm of your hand as the fireflies danced for you like they did when Hongjoong was there. You felt the familiar tug you’d grown used to over the summer pull at the strings that held your heart in place. 

You couldn’t help but wonder he was looking up at the moon and thinking of you too. Another tug in your chest was felt as the thought floated around your headspace. A small smile formed across your features as you nuzzled deeper into the cushion on the sill, eyes filling with tears as your heart sang.

Yes, he most certainly was. 

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[shadowdaddies]

Could I possibly request some fluff or smut for Rhys? Maybe it’s his and readers wedding day/mating ceremony?

I kinda want to leave it up to you if you wanna keep if fluffy or turn it into smut because I could go both ways right now.

Like I’m in a fluffy mood but I wouldn’t be opposed to some smut as well, if that makes sense lol. Sorry for not being able to make up my mind lol

Hope you have a great day and hope you are taking care of yourself 🩷🩷

Thank you for the request and the kind words, anon💜💜 I hope you have a lovely day as well. I am also feeling very fluffy today, but I added a little spice at the end for ya too

For Eternity, and Evermore

Rhys x Reader

Warnings: this is very fluffy, just a little suggestiveness at the end

With shaky hands, you took the bouquet of flowers and began your walk to the courtyard where your closest friends and family were waiting. Heart racing from the nerves that accompanied the biggest moment of your life, you took a deep breath as you arrived at the start of the aisle and looked up to see your mate, Rhys, waiting for you at the other end. 

The moment you locked eyes with him, you felt as though your chest would burst with the overwhelming joy and peace. Your mate. Your forever. A golden warmth spread through your chest as you looked at the other half of your soul, and felt whole for the first time in your life. Faintly aware of your friends and family watching you, it felt as though you were floating towards Rhys, who smiled brightly at you through barely unshed tears. 

You took your place next to the priestess, holding Rhys’s hands. You were briefly drawn back to reality when you heard a sob, and turned to see Mor comforting a crying Cassian in the crowd. You turned back to Rhys, who gave you a knowing smile as you softly laughed and gently squeezed his hands. You fumbled your way through the vows you’d written to Rhys, feeling as though there would never be words adequate to describe what he meant to you. Nevertheless, Rhys poured his love and gratitude through the bond at your attempt. 

When it came time for Rhysand to say his vows, it was as though the rest of the world disappeared, and gave you two your own for a moment. Rhys’s voice wavered for the first time since you had known him as he laid his soul bare to you. “My dearest love, you held my heart long before I met you. I spent over five hundred years, unaware that I was missing the best part of myself until I found it. I didn’t know that the sense of wholeness I was searching for was possible, until I heard your voice. You are a song that I danced to in dreams, a work of art whose colors I see in everything. You do not only make me a better male, you make me who I am. I found myself in you. While eternity is not a long enough time with you, that is where we will start. I am honored to spend this life, and every life after as your mate. Yours, evermore.”

The rest of the night was blanketed in an enchanting mist, the entire world aglow as you danced and drank and celebrated with everyone you loved. You were pleasantly tired as people began to make their way to their homes for the night, letting out a soft yawn as you rested your head on Rhys’s shoulder. 

He looked down at you, eyes filled with love and a mischievous promise as he watched your sleepy face, and murmured in your ear, “I hope you are not too tired, darling. I intend to repeat those vows to you again tonight. Letter by letter, with my tongue, against that sweet pussy.” 

It was late the next day before sleep claimed you long enough to break from loving and worshipping every part of each other.

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[lochselfships]

imagine playing with your f/os hair while they nap – the texture of it on your fingertips, the scent of their shampoo, or the smell of wherever they'd been that day that sticks to them. the way they nuzzle into your hand because it feels so nice to them, comforted in their rest from your delicate touch.

#it's the small things <3 #someone's probably done this before lol :P #imagine your f/o #fictional other #f/o community #selfship #selfship blog #self shipping #selfship community #🩷 || darling dance #💐 || love letters

[danikamariewrites]

hello bestie! 🩷

happy september 1st! pls remember to focus on you and don’t feel the need to rush through your requests. your art takes time and in the end, it will be amazing. your health and well-being is more important, so pls take care of yourself. ✨ you are loved ✨

now, i’ve had this idea stuck in my head for the last couple of days. could you possibly do a request where reader is at a ball in the court of nightmares with the rest of the ic, eris is there and goes to ask nesta to dance but sees reader instead? either feysand or nessian gets jealous about it, and feels like they have to remind reader who they “belong” too in the end. (reader would be mated to the couple.)

thank you darling! 🩷

Am I Really?

Poly!Feysand x reader

A/n: hey bestie! Love you too❤️ this is such a good request oml

Warnings: possessive!Feysand, suggestive

You felt their eyes on you as you placed your delicate hand in Eris’ pale one. He guides you to the dance floor grabbing your waist and you rest a hand on his shoulder. The music starts up and Eris glides you across the floor. “You look very elegant this evening.”

You smile at the lordling, “Thank you. You look your usual self.” You didn’t need daemati powers to know Rhysand and Feyre were containing their rage at your smile toward Eris. Good. Let them squirm. As you and Eris waltz across the shining obsidian floor your grips tighten on each other, pulling you into each other.

You were so close to him you could practically feel the fire that runs through his veins. It made you wonder if what they said about Autumn Court males was true. You knew they were in your mind. Even if they we’re disguising themselves you could feel something akin to thunder rumbling in your mind.

Eris was truly intoxicating up close. Those freckles on that pale delicate skin. His calculating eyes that hold an unending amount of secrets. You’d be lying if you said Eris didn’t interest you. He was handsome, yes, but what a burden that would be. To take on the role of wife with him.

As the music came to end Eris spun you out. Still holding your hand he bowed, placing a chaste kiss on your knuckles. You forced a blush to your cheeks and dipped your chin at him. After he walked away you knew Feyre and Rhysand would have a clear view of you.

You watched Eris walk away. A dumb smile plastered on your face along your forced blush. You put on a giddy expression and turned, walking off to get a drink.

You felt their presence before you saw them. Walking away with your glass in hand they followed you until you stopped in a dark alcove just off the throne room. Feyre snatched the glass from your hand before it could even touch your lips.

“Hey,” you protest, grabbing for your drink. Rhysand catches your wrist, pulling your hand to lay on his chest. “Uh-uh darling. We’re going to have a little chat first,” Rhysand purrs, that feline smirk gracing his lips. You look to Feyre for help but she just gives you a wicked smile as she inches closer to you.

“Did you think we would wait until we we’re home to talk about the little stunt you just pulled?” His dark power flickered in his violet eyes. “You’re ours sweetheart,” Feyre added, gently brushing a strand of hair behind your ear, “start acting like it.”

You pulled a risky move and rolled your eyes at them. You hadn’t felt like theirs in a while. At the start of your relationship with them it was great. But the past few months you haven’t felt their attention like you used to. “Am I yours?” Feyre and Rhysand looked taken aback at the question.

Shaking them off you push them to be an arms length away. You crossed your arms and scowled at them. “It hasn’t felt like. Maybe I should go find Eris again. I’m sure he’d be happy to-“ you were cut off by Rhysand gripping your face in his large hand, digging his fingers into the hollows of your cheeks.

He got inches away from your face. Rhysand looked like he snapped. “Don’t even think about it.” He growled. Feyre gently pulled him off you, pushing him behind her. She dragged a nail down your cheek scratching you slightly. “You just wanted our attention, huh?”

You just kept eye contact with Feyre and narrowed your eyes. She brought her fingers back up to your face, pinching your cheek. “Answer me sweetheart.” You flinched at the slight pain and started to nod, “Yes.” You breathed out.

Darkness consumed your vision and the world temporarily fell away. When you resurfaced, the three of you were back in your bedroom. Rhysand and Feyre trapped you between them. Their hands all over your body. Their lips ghosting your exposed skin.

You shiver under their touch yearning for more. Wanting them to touch you and do the most depraved things to you. Rhysand runs a thumb over your nipple earning a small whimper from you. “Please,” you whispered.

Feyre let out a dark chuckle. “What do you think Rhys? Should we teach our little sweetheart a lesson?” He let out a hum that you felt reverberate in his chest. “What should we start with?”

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[dwntwn-strnlo]

Matt is so bf. Imagine him sneaking in to ur room at night to make out. I have super strict parents so this is like the best thing anyone could do for me. If you’ve seen never have I ever u would know the scene where Paxton climbs through devis window with heatwaves playing in the background. Feel free to ignore this ask if you are 2 busy to write. Love you pookie 🙌😘

YESS OMGG 🤭🤭🤭 thank you sm for the request! LOVE YOU POOKIE 🩷

HEAT WAVES matt sturniolo

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 𝓈𝒾𝓃𝒸𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓁𝓎, dwntwn-strnlo.

↳ 𝐀/𝐍. and the strict parents thing is so real

↳ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆. matthew sturniolo x reader

↳ 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘. request!

↳ 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃? yes!

↳ 𝐂𝐖! neck kisses, depictions of hickies?

it was a simple rule. 'no boys in the house after dark.'

and usually, you'd listen to that rule. whatever, you can see him the next day. but, if hes just gonna show up without warning, who would you be to shut that down?

so sitting up, you find matts head peaking over the window sill, attempting to climb the ivy wall. hooking his worn out shoes in the diamond shaped loops, trickling with various flowers and vines. your already open window welcomes the late night breeze as it gently waves your gray curtains in and out of your bedroom.

he peaks around, looking for anyone that isnt you. so when he finds no one else, he pushes himself up more. placing his hands on the sill, using his arms to put his upper body in your view.

"matt?" you whisper, having no idea if your parents are awake, and no intention to find out.

his gentle eyes lock with yours, and he sends you a glistening smile. his presence quickly lighting up the room, even if hes still technically outside.

"what are you doing here?" you laugh lightly, getting up out of the soft embodiment of your warm bed. the cool air gently hitting your skin as you walk to the window.

"i missed you." he whispers.

you lean down closer to him, "you saw me at lunch today." you giggle.

"thats like, i dont know- seven hours. which is way too long, darling." he fake pouts, staring longingly into your eyes.

amusedly rolling your eyes, you lean down to press a quick kiss to his lips, before latching onto his arms and helping matt into your room. hes quick to grip his hands onto the sharp bones of your hips once hes safe and on solid ground. pulling you into a long awaited kiss.

you giggle gently into the kiss, slightly pulling away from the boy. but still close enough that his warm breath dances delicately against your skin. "seriously, you act like its been months."

"watch it," he arrogantly teases, leaning back in for another dangerously and annoyingly slow kiss.

you wrap your hands behind his neck, pulling him closer, as if it was physically possible. the muffled hum that surpasses his lips into yours sends an immediate chill down your spine. letting out your own sigh, he too pulls you in closer.

matts hands mindlessly tug at the hem of your shirt as a welcome heat rises in your chest.

dropping your head back, matt leaves your lips to trail lazy open-mouth kisses down your throat.

once he pulls back, the chilly air hits your skin. sighing, you lift your head back up to look at matt. he giggles, smiling at you. "you have a little something, right about here." he says, gesturing to the tiny marks on your throat.

you roll your eyes with a small laugh, "alright kid."

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[k-hotchoisan]

Congratulations on the 500, Jagiya!

This or than #4 💜💜💜

4. Tie Mingi up or Bondage with Seonghwa?

Just wanna give a shout-out to @bro-atz for giving me this idea (u brought it upon yourself babe love you xoxo)

Thank you so much for the congratulations darling 😘 enjoy this Drabble!!

Warnings: smut, pwp, toy play (cock ring, restrains), bondage, sub!mingi (don’t we fucking love him 🩷), dry orgasms, cream pies, this is a kinky fic!

⚠️ sex toy note: please ensure you don’t use cock rings for more than 20 minutes if you’re a first time user! Always attempt to let yourself be comfortable with using said sex toys over many sessions!

Please exercise caution when playing around with rope bondage—knots should be well tied, it shouldn’t restrict blood flow too much (unless you’re into that kind of thing 👀) and always check if your subbie is okay with it!

Stay safe! 🩷

Taglist: @bro-atz @diamond-3 @mcarebearsstuff (message me to be in my taglist!)

K’s 500: this or that masterlist here!

You step back, admiring the way you tied your boy up. The rope runs across under his tits, as it binds his arms behind his back, and the knots run parallel along his arm, down to his wrists before running across his abdomen.

Mingi’s stare follows yours, and ultimately dances back to yours, with those puppy eyes he always wore.

You straddle his lap, pulling yourself closer to him, letting your tits graze his chest before your hands stroke his cheeks. He seems so lost in your eyes, and he doesn’t hesitate to lean in to collide his lips with yours, tasting and taking everything you have to give. You’re rendered breathless, soaking in the way Mingi plays with your tongue and his whines when you bite his bottom lip and tug gently.

It doesn’t get him more to get his fat cock hard and twitching.

But you had other plans tonight.

The moment you part your lips from Mingi, his breath is already shaking from the anticipation because it’s the first time he’s doing this.

His eyes continue to follow you when you lower yourself to his cock, hands wrapping around the appendage, giving it a couple of pumps, listening to the way Mingi’s whining above you.

And then you pull out the cock ring, fitting it over until it sits comfortably above Mingi’s balls. Mingi bites his lip. It’s definitely a new sensation, but nothing unpleasant at least.

“Is this okay?” You ask, giving his pretty cock small kisses to relax him. Mingi nods, trying to let himself soak in the new sensation. He doesn’t hate it, that’s for sure.

You don’t give him any warning before taking his whole cock in your mouth, and Mingi jolts from the sudden sensation, accompanied with a low moan. He wants to grab your hair and fuck your face so bad, but when he does, he remembers that his hands a bound behind him.

His cock leaves your lips with a pop and you give his shoulder a gentle push, letting him fall onto the bed to be comfortable. He relaxes slightly when his back hits the mattress.

You lie beside him, your hands slowly pumping his cock to let him adjust, and Mingi gasps.

“How does it feel?” You check in.

“Yeah, feels okay. Feels okay”, Mingi replies, feeling his cock grow bigger under your touch, pushing against the cock ring.

“You’re taking it so well. I knew you’re such a good boy, princess”, you say in a soft voice, thumbing his silt, watching him squirm. Beads of sweat begin to trickle down his temple, but that’s the least of his worries.

Mingi’s mind is starting to slowly melt. The way you’re pumping his cock is sending electricity up his spine, and it only feels more enhanced with the way the cock ring is pushing against his rock hard cock. Groans leave his lips, as he bucks his hips every time you pump right back to his tip.

“Amazing. Fucking amazing”, he whimpers, spreading his legs by instinct.

“Look at your pretty cock, princess. It’s so fucking hard and big. You like wearing the cock ring that much?” You ask, giving the cock ring on his base a little squeeze, and you earn a cry from him.

No thoughts are processing in Mingi’s brain, all he does is shut his eyes and flutter them open. You pout, giving another squeeze to the cock ring and a soft yelp comes from the male below you.

“Answer me, Princess.”

“I like it. It feels so good around my cock”, Mingi admits, despite the flush engulfing his ears and cheeks. He would never admit it, but it’s so evident that he loves being humiliated like that.

You smile as you lean in to plant a kiss on his temple before you shifting yourself to settle in between his spread open legs.

The ropes are starting to leave soft imprints on his pretty skin as he’s fighting against the restraints, especially when you’re beginning to use both hands to stroke his cock. You stare at the way precum leaks pathetically out of the silt of his cock, before accelerating your strokes, while pressing his hips down every time he lifts them in desperation.

“Babe, w-wait!” He cries out. He feels something funny in his stomach, and balls the more you flick your wrist. You don’t relent, making sure you pull every single fucked out reaction from Mingi.

Mingi’s eyes roll back as he juts his hips into the air, his low groans climbing in pitch as his cock twitches so desperately. He curses, “fuck fuck fuck!”, letting tears streak down his face.

He finally lands back onto the bed, and he looks more frustrated. His breathing still continues to be laboured as he whines.

“Aw. Did my princess have a dry orgasm?” You giggle, watching the way his cock twitch violently, only pre cum and slick barely leaking from the tip.

“Wanna cum. Please, I wanna cum”, he begs, his body twitching forward from the aftershocks. You swear you could get addicted to hearing him beg.

“Do you think you deserve it?” You ask, giving his balls a massage. Mingi bites his lips, looking at you with those fucking puppy eyes again. He sucks his cheeks, and nods quickly.

“Use your words, baby”, you remind him, thumbing over his silt once more, and he flexes his abdomen at the sensation.

“Yes, please, I’ve been such a good boy for you. I’ll let you use me, whatever you want, babe”, he whines, bucking his hips into your hands again. You think to yourself that you could definitely get used to this.

You pull the cock ring off as agonisingly slow as possible, taking in the pleasure of Mingi’s desperate begging, and the way his cock is so fucking wet that the band slips off almost immediately, and by then the clear slick that gathers at the top of his slit gradually becomes whiter and thicker. Mingi sighs in relief, letting his cock twitch, as more thick pre cum trickles down his cock.

And then you lower yourself onto his cock without much warning, Mingi has his head thrown back, his whines and sobs filling up the room at how your pussy is just squeezing him.

“W-wait, n-no! Fuck! Oh fuck, fuck, fuck!”

Mingi feels the dopamine rush into every single of his senses when his cock is sunken into your warm cunt, and his hips jerk as he fits his entire length in you. His cock twitches for less than millisecond before he paints your walls with his thick cum. You gasp, pressing your fingers onto his hips as he unloads into you, shot after shot.

“It’s so much. Shit, it feels so good. Fuckkkkk”, he sobs and whines, thighs jerking every time you clench and milk him out. You press kisses on his cheeks, temples and lips, sending him praises right to his ears that he’s such a good boy for taking it, for begging, for cumming in you, and more whimpers pull out of him. You undo the knots and your heart flutters at the way his body has imprints of the ropes, and he looks so fucking beautiful panting and covered in sweat, his eyes barely opened. You don’t get off his cock just yet, letting him regain his bearings first.

His eyes flutter open, staring back at you with shyness and satisfaction before his arms reach out to push you down onto the bed. You don’t know where he even got the strength to do that after all that but you’re weren’t gonna complain. He spots his cum leaking down his cock, out from your wet hole, and he swallows hard.

“You haven’t cummed yet. I’m not letting you sleep until you’re screaming my name.”

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[warnersister]

INSTAMAGINE DANIEL RICCIARDO DATING AN ELITE RUNNER Pt.4

Daniel Ricciardo x Reader

Daniel Ricciardo x Runner Reader

F1

F1: WE OFFICIALLY REACH THE SUMMER BREAK WITH DANIEL RICCIARDO LEADING THE WDC, have a fun break kiddos😉

📍: summer

🏷️: F1

❤️: danielricciardo, youruser, carlossainz55 and 9,385,106 others

💬:

carlossainz55: just going to mention that he was watching @/youruser dancing to the national anthem in the second pic😇😇

-> youruser: carlossainz55 don’t tell me that the Dutch national anthem isn’t a complete bop

danielricciardo: hell yeah I am🤘🤘

-> youruser: danielricciardo proud of you🩷🩷

-> danielricciardo: youruser I’m so in love with you.

F1fan: can’t get over danny x yn

-> user1: F1fan parents🤧🤧

daniel ricciardo answers your burning question about the Charles situation with girlfriend yn ln•

youruser

youruser: last day of school for the summer holidays, someone’s a happy boy xx 😁❤️

📍: RedBull Hospitality Lounge

🏷️: danielricciardo, redbullracing

❤️: danielricciardo, charles_leclerc, F1 and 4,925,027 others

💬:

danielricciardo: it’s been incredible having you at my races finally❤️ but now it’s your turn… no rest for the wicked honey😉

-> youruser: danielricciardo Berlin Half???🤭

-> ynrunner: youruser my home city!!😆🫨

-> youruser: ynrunner see you there!

redbullracing: babe come look yn and danny have posted about each other again

-> youruser: redbullracing this is meant to be a professional page but it’s more like a Danny Ric appreciation page now

-> dannyricappreciation: youruser want my password?

F1wags: the cutest

-> danielricciardo: F1wags she’s adorable Ik

danielricciardo

danielricciardo: usually hate this time of year and get bored but I’ve got something to do this time around🤭

📍: celebrating

🏷️: youruser, F1

❤️: youruser, f1fan, redbullracing and 3,925,029 others

💬:

f1fans: pg 13 pls dan

-> danielricciardo: f1fans 18+ here 😈🖤

youruser: danny the waggy time

-> danielricciardo: youruser my fav🤤🤤

pierregasly: you two coming for drinks before you go?

-> youruser: @/danielricciardo 👀

-> danielricciardo: @/youruser 👀

redbullracing: we miss yn

-> danielricciardo: redbullracing me too

-> youruser: danielricciardo I’m sat next to you darling

-> danielricciardo: youruser not close enough😤

OUTOFPADDOCK

OUTOFPADDOCK: YN’s TURN TO STRIKE BACK - LECLERC SQUARES UP TO RICCIARDO BUT IS QUICKLY SHOT DOWN BY A STRONG SLAP TO THE FACE… literally.

📍: Bón Night Club

🏷️: youruser, danielricciardo, charles_leclerc

❤️: youruser, danielricciardo, and 486,105 others

💬:

f1wag: she’s so real for this

youruser: don’t touch me or my man🙂

-> danielricciardo: youruser 🙂💍👰‍♀️🤵🏻‍♂️

maxverstappen1: can confirm - still a mark

user1: all that ‘training’ from charles and all yn needs is a motive 🥱

-> user2: user1 oh to be slapped by Mrs Ricciardo

youruser

youruser: anyways… Berlin HM time!! 🥳

📍: Berlin

🏷️: berlinmarathon, danielricciardo

❤️: danielricciardo, berlinmarathon, nnrunningteam and 4,927,026 others

💬:

user1: daniel is ready to photograph😭📸

danielricciardo: waiting for you 21km down the road!! 😘😘

-> maxverstappen1: danielricciardo whipped

-> danielricciardo: maxverstappen1 so whipped in in a neck brace

nnrunningteam: WE GO AGAIN‼️‼️

berlinmarathon: banner is waiting for you to cross the line!🩵

-> runningposts: berlinmarathon already know she’s going to win😭

ynrunner

ynrunner: DANIEL RICCIARDO AT FINISH LINE WAITING FOR YN😭😭

📍: Berlin Marathon

🏷️: danielricciardo, youruser

❤️: danielricciardo, youruser, f1fan and 593,027 others

💬:

danielricciardo: I’m being watched 👀👀

-> ynrunner: danielricciardo 🫣😳

f1fan: we love dan the man wag 😭

-> user1: f1fan 👆

maxverstappen1: bros wrapped up in a blanket while his girl is in a bra and shorts

-> danielricciardo: maxverstappen1 I’ll have you know it’s cold here.

-> michaelitaliano: danielricciardo you not racing it?? 🤔🤨

-> danielricciardo: michaelitaliano haha.

berlinmarathon

berlinmarathon: RUNNING LEGEND YN LN CROSSES THE FINISH LINE OF THE BERLIN HALF MARATHON IN A STAGGERING 1:04:28, BEATING THE FAVOURITED EILISH MCCOLGAN IN 2ND

📍: Berlin Marathon Finish Line

🏷️: youruser

❤️: youruser, nnrunningteam, ynrunner and 1,295,017 others

💬:

f1fan: F1?????????

-> berlinreports: f1fan Female group 1, although very convenient when you’re dating Daniel Ricciardo😅

ynrunner: saw her finish, was speechless🥲 could hear Daniel cheering her the last 600m

-> user1: ynrunner aww🥹

nnrunningteam: 🙏🙏

-> berlinmarathon: nnrunningteam🥇🥇

youruser: loved every second😭❤️❤️

-> danielricciardo: youruser … I wonder why👀👀

danielricciardo: I’m so in love with her.

youruser

youruser: Berlin 1:04:28🥇Ricciardo 3:08:2023💍

📍: Berlin Marathon Finish Line

🏷️: berlinmarathon, danielricciardo

❤️: berlinmarathon, danielricciardo, redbullracing and 23,915,106 others

💬:

danielricciardo: yn ricciardo 1:04:28❤️

maxverstappen1: congratulations!!

-> youruser: maxverstappen1 love you max😘

-> maxverstappen1: youruser yn you’re an engaged woman we can’t continue our affair

-> youruser: maxverstappen1 shhhh🙄🤫

-> user1: youruser I love the max x yn banter

-> danielricciardo: user1 I don’t🙂

-> user1: danielricciardo BAHAHA

f1wags: f1 Wag😍😍

ynrunner: I saw the proposal dan gave her the medal and had a mic and yn started crying and omg my heart🥹❤️

-> youruser: ynrunner best moment of my life

emmajanelbates: congrats my love😭❤️

danielricciardo

danielricciardo: Mrs Ricciardo from the start and nothing else❤️💍

📍: Berlin Marathon Finish Line

🏷️: youruser, berlinmarathon

❤️: youruser, redbullracing, f1 and 24,105,827 others

💬:

youruser: always yours, honey❤️

-> danielricciardo: youruser mine all mine❤️

carlossainz55: congrats!!❤️🌶️

-> youruser: carlossainz55 Gracias, chilli!! 😘🌶️

englishathletics: tell yn she needs to change her name on her elite affiliation form👀❤️

-> youruser: englishathletics yn ricciardo ready to race‼️🫡

danielricciardo: Mrs Ricciardo cumming December 2023

-> maxverstappen1: danielricciardo 🤨🤨🤨🤨

-> user1: danielricciardo misspelling there mate?

-> danielricciardo: user1 … no

maxverstappen1: we’re not going to talk about how you’ve had that ring since the second date?

-> youruser: maxverstappen1 what😶

-> danielricciardo: youruser it came in handy🤷🏻‍♂️

pt 5??? I feel like I have so much more to give this plot line I can’t end it here😭😭•

#masterlist #xreader #smut #fluff #warner sister #angst #x you #daniel #ricciardo #danny #ric #dannyric #dannyfic #daniel Ricciardo #daniel ricciardo x reader #Daniel ricciardo x you #daniel ricciardo x runner reader #daniel Ricciardo x runner #daniel ricciardo instagram au #Instagram #Instagram au #social #media #social media #social media au #engagement #engaged #married #Yn #f1

[wongyuseokie]

The Best Day | l.c

Summary: It’s Valentine’s Day, and your boyfriend has everything perfectly planned. 

☆ 18+ minors dni |☀︎fluff | ♕smut | ♥︎ completed

Word Count: 1589 words

Pairing: Lee Chan x Female Reader 

Genre/Trope(s)/AU(s): Smut, Fluff 

Content Warnings: Valentine’s Day fluff, silly dad jokes, funny banter (I think). Inaccurate but vague descriptions of Korea’s scenery. I googled images—kissing and Dino driving. 

Smut Warning: oral sex (fem receiving), food play (whipped cream)—ass slapping, spanking just once. I'm drooling over Chan, but that’s normal. Orgasms 

Authors Note 1: This is written for @svthub's Cupid for You collab and my lovely wife, @bitchlessdino 🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷. I adore you so much, my darling. This was relatively last minute, but I hope you like it! I love you, my darling—Happy Belated Valentine’s Day. 

© wongyuseokie 2024. All rights reserved.

“Chan, I will fall!” You protested as your boyfriend insisted you wear a blindfold as he helped you out of the house. 

“Shh, trust the process, baby,” Chan cooed. 

“What process? You are kidnapping me with zero details,” you whined. 

“Three years, you have so little faith in me?” Chan asked, feigning hurt. 

“You’ve blindfolded me and told me to dress comfy and said all we’re doing is something fun,” you said. 

“Sorry baby, I need to be vague for our Valentine,” Chan declared. 

“Shit,” Chan mumbled as he helped you into the car. 

“That’s what we're doing?” You exclaimed as Chan mumbled a ‘yes.

“It was meant to be a surprise,” Chain complained as he got into the car and the driver's seat and you could hear the pout in his voice. 

You blindly reached out your hand over the console, placed it on Chan’s thigh,  and squeezed it slightly. 

“All you’ve told me is it’s for Valentine’s, nothing else. Don’t worry, you haven’t told me anything,” you said, attempting to comfort him. 

“Phew, then we’re good,” Chan said determinedly. 

“Okay, you can take the blindfold off,” Chan instructed. 

“Wait, you made me wear a blindfold just to walk from the house to the car?” You exclaimed dramatically as you ripped the blindfold off. 

“Yes, if you saw how handsome I looked, I was worried you’d just drag me back to bed,” Chan said with a wink. You rolled your eyes at his admission.

 “You are hot, and you’re right. I would have dragged you back to bed, but I do have self-control,” you joked. 

“Not that I’ve seen,” Chan said with a smirk. 

“Shut up.” 

As Chan drove, you both embarked on your road trip through Seoul. The landscape unfolded before you like a painting. As you both left the bustling cityscape behind, you found yourselves slowly cruising along the winding roads that led you to the lush green countryside.

The journey was picturesque as you both navigated through serene valleys adorned with vibrant cherry blossoms, and their delicate petals danced in the gentle breeze. You saw mountains that stood majestically in the distance, and their peaks shrouded in wisps of mist, creating a scene straight out of a postcard.

You pass by quaint villages, where you catch glimpses of traditional Korean architecture, that had been so well preserved. You observed lush, emerald coloured rice paddies, that created a patchwork of greenery.

As the drive continued, the road meandered along the coastline, allowing you to steal a breathtaking view of the sea, the way it sparkled with the sun. You saw the waves rise and crash, and you took a breath, as you soaked in the tranquility of the sea.

You saw cascading waterfalls tumbling down moss-covered rocks, serene temples nestled in verdant forests, and ancient fortresses perched atop rugged hills.

As day drew closer to an end, you saw the sun starting to dip below the horizon, watching as the sky turned into hues of pink and gold, and in that moment you found yourself overcome with joy, love and emotion.

“Chan, this is beautiful,” you sighed as you saw the sights. 

“Isn’t it? I wish I could do this more often, but time with you and the sights almost make up for the fact I’m not the best boyfriend,” Chan mumbled. 

“Hush, you are the best boyfriend ever, and yes, maybe we have to do things a little differently than most couples, but that doesn’t mean you’re not amazing,” you said, reaching over to run your hand through his hair. 

“I think Cupid shot me in the ass because I think I just fell even more head over heels for you,” Chan said smugly, making you roll your eyes. 

“You are so lucky. I love you,” you mumbled. 

“I am.”

“Holy shit,” you gasped as you walked into the beautiful house Chan had rented. 

“You rented this for us?” You asked as he led you into the house, holding your hand. 

“Yes, for the entire weekend. Notice that it's super isolated, too? So you can scream as much as you want,” Chan suggested flirty. 

“Why would I be screaming?” You asked. 

“Because baby, it’s Valentine’s Day, and I’m going to spend it showing you how much I love you multiple times, too,” Chan explained, making you giggle. 

“But first, we must set the mood. I am going to get the strawberries and cream,” Chan said. 

“Huh?”

“They’re aphrodisiacs,” Chan stated. 

“You just want to start fucking straight away, don’t you?” You teased. 

“Problem?” 

“Nope, but I hope you don’t mind. I didn’t prepare as much for today. I’ve been strapped for cash after online shopping, so do you want to unwrap me instead?” You teased. 

“Gladly, you’re the best present, plus I can eat you.” 

“Chan! Shut up!” 

“Can you please, for the love of god, get hard?” Chan yelled at the bowl of whipping cream that just would not seem to comply. 

“Babe, if getting hard is a problem, I hope you realise that it happens to many guys, and there is medication if it persists,” you said. You were peeling the stalks off strawberries, being Chan’s dutiful sous chef, and making smart-ass comments like the last one was high on your resume, and Chan turned around to glare at you. 

“Okay, one, don’t quote friends to me. Two shut up.”

“You look hot, by the way,” you complimented, focusing on your strawberries. 

“I know I am.” 

 “Baby, I’m serious. Come here for a second,” you said, motioning him to the kitchen counter where you were sitting. 

“Yes?” Chan said as he placed his arms by your legs. You pulled the hoodie of his zipper off and pushed the fabric off his toned body. Chan narrowed his eyes at you.

 “Seriously, how is it fair that I am shirtless and you aren’t?” You smiled, rolling your eyes at his comment. 

“I’m wearing a shirt. You, on the other hand, like a fucking idiot, wore a hoodie in a kitchen,” you quipped. 

“Why are you, my assistant again?” Chan asked. 

“Simple, you love me, and you’re a simp.”

“I am.” 

You had to bite your lip when you saw your boyfriend’s exposed back. His broad, tanned shoulders and muscles were enough to have you drooling. 

“How are the strawberries going?” Chan asked; you grinned as you hatched a plan. 

“They’re good,” you mumbled, a mouthful of strawberries, and Chan dropped his whisk into the bowl. 

“You’re not meant to be eating them,” he said as he turned around and glared as he saw you suck and bite into a strawberry. The fruit's juices coated your mouth, enough to make Chan snap. 

“Okay! That’s enough!” 

You looked at Chan innocently as you licked your lips.

“Baby? Is it sweet enough?” You asked, and Chan closed the gap between you as he pulled you in for a kiss. Chan’s hands went to the bottom of your shirt, pulling it off, groaning when he found you naked underneath it. 

“Sweet,” he said against your lips.

“Fucking sweet,” he praised as his hands moved to move the glass bowl of strawberries to the other counter. 

“Lie down,” Chan said. You nodded, gasping slightly at the cold marble hitting your back. 

You felt something cold on your stomach, and it moved its way down to your cunt. “Fuck, Chan, what is that?” You asked.

“Whipped cream, god, and it is going to make that sweet little cunt of yours even sweeter,” Chan said as he lowered his head. You moaned as you felt the whipped cream trail further down. Chan pushed your legs apart as he leaned down to wrap his lips around your cunt.

 “Fuck, I was right. So sweet,” Chan praised, making you moan as you tangled your hands in his hair. You felt his lips and tongue move in such delicate yet thorough movements. He left no part of you untouched. It didn’t take long; with the way his full lips wrapped around your clit, and the way his tongue flicked at your clit you came pretty soon. 

“Fuck, you somehow taste sweeter than the cream,” Chan said as he helped you sit up on the counter. 

“Come on, let’s get you to the shower. I want you to cream for me,” you glared at him. 

“Do you ever think your jokes might be the biggest turn-off for me?” You joked, and Chan threw you over his shoulder and slapped your ass, making you moan. Chan smirked.

“Yeah, that moan proves otherwise.” 

#seventeen smut #chan smut #svthub #svthub.collab #kvanity