KIM YOUNG KWANG as Han Dong Jin
CALL IT LOVE (2023), ep. 5
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remember in S1E21 of TOS when Jim was put on trial and the computer that introduced him was interrupted bc listing all his medals / decorations as a captain was taking too long ? what a freaking âšlegend.âš.......
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muichiroâŠ..oh my darling oH MY SWEET BABY I CRY FOR YOU I HOLD YOU, I HUG YOU CLOSE TO MY BOSOM
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I actually had the worst day Iâve had in awhile now but i survived it
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Shoutout to the lovely man who timidly approached me and said in shaky English I looked as beautiful as the statues in the art gallery when I was on the verge of bursting into tears earlier today
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i hate my upstairs neighbors actually. why do they feel the need to host a wwe wrestling match directly above my bedroom every day at 2pm
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I just saw that post about Glennâs letter and I just realized something heartbreaking. Considering itâs addressed to Rodrigue and there a note mentioning the letter is smeared in some places, what if itâs smeared because Rodrigue cried and his tears smudged some of the words? đđđ
I thought the same đ„ș Itâs probably one of the last things he's got from Glenn... it would have hit super hard after his death...
Considering how often Rodrigue seems to think his end is near, it'd make sense if he re-read it recently... đ
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work turned into something so scary bc a family reported their 4 year old missing and he was lost for nearly 2 hours. he was eventually found safe but it was rly fucking scary and overwhelming
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Very much loved the little âhelp Krem distract my boyfriend so they can do a birthday surpriseâ thing. Conversation going nicely until it turns to bland topics and Bull wonders if being back at the palace has Sav keyed up again so heâs rambling about random shit out of nerves but itâs quickly apparent heâs distracting him from something but if Savraas is in on it itâs probably something good so heâll play along and see what the surprise is even though he has negative desire to hear about Ferelden politics
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Hi can I ask for a blurb where Peter accidently hits the reader while playing or something like he sometimes forgets about his super strength but fluff at the end please đ„ș.
this got away from me but this was so fun and cute to write!
âI kinda want a black eye.âÂ
Your boyfriend slowly lowered the bag of peas on his left eye, his elbow dropped daringly, forcing you to look at the dark purple hue.Â
âOh, really?âÂ
You nod, âit looks gnarly but itâd be cool to have one.âÂ
âBaby, my heartbeat is currently taking place from my eyeball. You donât want one.âÂ
Stretching across the space on the couch you raise Peterâs hand back up so he can ice the bruise some more, it does look painful.Â
âI think if you loved me youâd give me one.âÂ
Peter took a second to see if that sentence would resonate with you but it hadnât.Â
âWe should go to the women's shelter and spread that knowledge.âÂ
You scoff, âthey weren't asking for it, Peter. I am.âÂ
Your boyfriend lowered his temporary ice pack and reached a hand out, his thumb rubbed under your eye, you almost thought he was thinking about it. Almost.Â
âIâd never. I would, however, patch you up if you ever got one.âÂ
âDo you have a friend that could-âÂ
âNo.âÂ
â------------------------------------
Oh FUCK did your eye HURT.Â
It was on a level ten throb level, it felt like a ring stretching to your eyebrow and nose. You couldnât even open it, all you could do was press your hand to it and try and stop the pressure from building, it didnât work.Â
You were able to blink it open just enough to be blinded by the living room light, youâve never been so light sensitive. Squeezing it shut you winced, you tried to be understanding and calm; it was an accident after all. But the pain was spreading all over your face and you had a target right on the corner of your right eye, and it hurt.Â
If your right eye could open itâd be shedding tears too, you had one continuance stream coming from your left eye.Â
Your voice bubbles with pain, âpetey, it hurts.âÂ
Your boyfriend couldnât even breathe right now, he had hurt you. The one thing he swore he would never, could never do, and he did it. Panic flooded his body, panicked heâs caused serious damage, panicked youâd be scared of him, panicked youâd dump him, panicked your dad would come curbstomp him.Â
âIt hurts so bad,â he knows youâre calling out for him, he knows you need him, but all he could replay was the âwhack!â in his head. It wasnât gentle in the slightest, you whipped away from him with a hiss, your hand immediately covering your eye. You had been okay at first but after a minute had passed it became nearly unbearable.
Peter knows how bad a black eye hurts, and he just gave you one.Â
His short, barely there breaths start to stutter. Â
And suddenly Peter couldnât see because his vision was muddled by tears, he tried to blink them back but they ran. He canât remember the last time heâs cried, but this brought him to his knees. He never wanted to punish himself more than in that second. He shouldâve been quicker, he shouldâve known you were behind him, he has those goddamn senses and they did nothing in that moment.Â
âPeter!â A desperate cry for attention, you donât know what to do, it hurts more than you could imagine.Â
You look up at your boyfriend still standing in shock where he jumped away from you after hitting you directly in your eye. A wrestling battle, you had tried to take him down after heâd pinned you three times. In an effort of a sneak attack you crawled up the couch and tried to jump on his back where he sat on the floor. You dived and at the last moment his hand⊠well you donât know what he was trying to do but it connected hard to your cheekbone.Â
Your back hit the couch and you held your hand as you hissed and groaned in hurt, Peter scrambled up and backed up behind the coffee table, as if he was scared to be around you. Â
Heâs crying, your boyfriendâs crying. Youâve been punched and heâs crying.Â
âIâm.. Iâm sorr.. Fuck.â Peter snaps out of it, you need him. He crosses to the couch in two steps, his hand cupping your cheek. It makes everything in him deflate when you flinch as he touches you, he bites his bottom lip to stop a sob. âBaby, Iâm so sorry. Iâm so, so sorry.âÂ
His heart hurts as you cry, his thumb taps at your hand covering the damaged eye. The one he caused.Â
âLet me see it, please?â Peter said it like a question, like heâd ever be lucky enough to have that privilege.Â
You sob, âit hurts.âÂ
Peter blinks, more tears. He canât believe heâs crying over this, he also canât believe he hit his fucking girlfriend.Â
âI know, I know it does, baby. Please let me see it.âÂ
You choke in air to stop your crying, it works. You slowly lift your hand off your eye, itâs not throbbing as much but the pressure has inflated tenfold and you couldnât open it if you tried, it was swollen shut. You tried to gauge a reaction out of him, to see how bad it is. You forgot your boyfriend had the worldâs best poker face.Â
Peter wanted to curl up into a ball when he saw the damage.Â
It was bruising, and swollen and you couldnât open your eye and it was all his fault.Â
His fault, his fault, his fault.Â
If he was normal, if he was a normal boyfriend, this wouldnât have happened. A normal teenager doesnât have the strength to hold a ferry or stop a runaway bus, he does. And he used that strength on you.Â
His powers, his abilities, his strength.
His fault, his fault, his fault.Â
âYou need ice.â Is all that could come out. A wince wraps over your face when you nod, you try to sit up and groan. âEverything hurts. How do you do this? Pain has to affect you differently, right?â Peter ignored you as he backed away, you donât think heâs ever been so aware of his surroundings and actions.Â
He shouldnât be getting ice, he shouldnât be putting it in a plastic bag and wrapping a rag around it, he shouldnât be grabbing you tylenol extra strength, he shouldnât be icing your black eye he caused.Â
His fault, his fault, his fault.Â
It scared you how quiet he was, the accidental punch was just that. You werenât upset at him or scared he would do it again, you were scared how odd he was acting. He was strangely quiet and standoffish, when he came back to you with ice and pills you watched him think about holding the bag to your eye but stopped and put it in your hand.Â
He shifted his weight and looked at the couch, he stepped back and sat on the coffee table.Â
Peter cried and was quiet and standoffish and scared to touch you. He was terrified of himself, you may be physically hurt but he was emotionally broken, his one major thing washed down the drain. Accident or not he gave you a black eye, and it was tearing him up inside.Â
You hummed when ice hit the hot skin, suddenly it didnât hurt.Â
âAm I right, super high pain tolerance?âÂ
Itâs like you broke through a wall, Peter looked up at you like he just found out you were in the room.Â
âI hit you.âÂ
You wouldâve rolled your eyes if you couldâve.Â
âThatâs a little dramatic.âÂ
Peter shook his head, upset you werenât upset.Â
âI hit you hard, I hurt you. IâŠâ His hand pulled at his curls so hard you grit your teeth. âI fucking hit you,â he whispered it, like his own mind couldnât wrap it around.Â
He doesnât pull out the fuck word often.Â
You thought about reaching out for his hand, but you think thatâd made things worse.Â
âIâm not scared of you, petey. It was an accident.âÂ
âI swore iâd never hurt you, that I would never hit you and I didnât-âÂ
âMean it.â You cut him off, âyou didnât mean it.âÂ
Peter rubbed at his jaw and blinked, you saw tears puddling and you wanted to do nothing more than hold him. He couldnât stop thinking about it, you lowered the bag of ice from your eye prepared to switch seats. He wouldnât let you.Â
âIce.â Cold and hard, like you had no other option. You didnât question him, you followed instructions.Â
âRemember when you asked me to give you a black eye months ago?âÂ
It was a joke. Sure, you saw a tiktok with a girl who had one and you couldnât deny it looked a little cool. Then seeing one on Peter the same night you couldnât shake it. You were just playing around, itâs not like it was that serious.Â
âI was joki-âÂ
âI told you I'd never, and I did. I hit my girlfriend and gave her a black eye.âÂ
Disgust. Thatâs what it was. He was disgusted with himself.Â
You sat up straight, your lip curled up.Â
A black eye? Sick.
âWait, really?âÂ
Peter looked up at your excitement, it came from nowhere.Â
âYou gave me a black eye? I have a black eye right now? For real, for real?âÂ
This wasnât a cute or funny thing, and he wonât let you make it be one.Â
He hit you.
âThis isnât funny, I hit you and youâre happy you got a black eye?âÂ
âPete, I forgive you. And not just cause you gave me a black eye, because it was an accident and you didnât mean to and youâre obviously extremely remorseful.âÂ
âBut I-âÂ
You reached out for his hand, âforgive yourself. You forgive yourself.âÂ
It wouldnât be instant, until your eye healed, which would be at a much slower rate than him, he wouldnât be able to fully forgive himself.Â
âNo more wrestling.âÂ
You scoff, âno more sneak attacks, how about that?âÂ
He shook his head, âI donât want this happening again.âÂ
âIf the situation was reversed would you want me to hold it against myself?âÂ
Peter scoffed, âabsolutely not, but it wouldnât hurt me like it does you.âÂ
âSo you do have a super high pain tolerance.âÂ
He snapped and ripped his hand from yours, âyes, I do have a super high pain tolerance. I also have super strength and give my girlfriend black eyes.âÂ
You held your hand up, the other one slightly freezing from the cold but you were too scared to take it off.Â
âFirst off, plural. Second, please stop. Youâre making me feel bad, Iâm really okay and Iâm not mad and I forgive you a thousand million percent.âÂ
Peter inhaled sharply, he has to believe you. Heâs more shook up than you are and he guesses he should agree with you, you were the hurt one. If you forgive him he could try and do the same.
âI think you need to give me a black eye to even it out.âÂ
You gasp like your offended at his words, your hand lays over your heart.Â
âIâd never!âÂ
Your boyfriend ran his tongue over his teeth and gave you a dead stare, his hands pushed him off the coffee table. His words grumbled, âtoxic.âÂ
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Someone PLEASE needs to do this
Like something about zuko and fire bending reader being engaged. Like sheâs a royal and theyâre being âforced to get marriedâ but they actually fall in love. They support each other through everything and theyâre literally stuck at the hip. They sneak out to see each other and whenever they have to go to formal events they canât wait to see each other and they goof around all night. She knows all of his secrets and how he feels about his father and mother.
Reader somewhat gets along with Azula. Reader doesnât like the way she treats zuko sometimes but she acknowledges she is only a product of the adults around her so she has a soft spot for her.
Then when zuko get exiled heâs so caught up on getting his fathers approval. He promises to her heâll be back before she knows it. He knows how hard it is for her in the palace. She tries to go with him just as his ship is leaving, pleading with him one last time; insisting she can be of help. He declines her kinda harsh but she understands and bids him farewell. She walks away but remembers she has to give him something. A token of good luck. When she runs back to give it to him she over hears Zuko talking to someone telling them he didnât want reader to come because sheâd be baggage, a burden, dead weight. Reader is hurt and goes back to her room in the palace and cries her sorrows away. She really thought he thought more of her, he always complimented her when she firebent, she was taught by the best and he still thought of her as deadweight?
In Reality Zuko only said that because he knew he wasnât going to come back for a while, he knew it would inevitably she would fall for someone else during the time he was away. What if he came back with his hopes up only to find her in the arms of someone else, someone who was there for her, who would care and love her then and there. He wasnât good for her. And the faster he convinced himself he could move on, the less he would cling to her when he inevitably saw her again.
Time passes by and reader comes to the conclusion from the help of overthinking, that he never loved her. It was all a facade to win the approval of his father. If he really cared for her , he would know how awful it was in the palace without him. He abandoned her. And for what to find some kid?
She joins azula. Sheâs really good at fire bending and she hates to see azula practically destroy herself and the people around her for some approval. So she decided if no one will properly take care of her, she will. Over time Reader has disconnected her feelings from the actions she takes under Azula. Her only concern right now is Azula. She realizes Azula at her core is a wounded little girl and she takes care of her as her own.
IDK when or where reader and zuko reconnects or see glimpses of each other again but when he sees how she cares for Azula he melts away. Youâre so scary to people around you but soft and nurturing towards his sister. He wants that. He needs it. At one point when you challenge him to fight due to anger from maybe hurting Azula in some type of way or jealousy due to his kindness towards katara. When you firebent in the past you made sure your flames wouldnât hurt him but now theyâre coming at him full force and he doesnât know what to do.
@ me if u do plz give credit đđđ„ș I canât write like that
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hiiiiiđ» if you havenât already, will you do a headcanon for carmy? đ„ș
Carmy Berzatto Headcanons.
warnings - sexual content.
ohh sweet carmy. I definitely romanticise him, because we've seen on the show he can be a nightmare in relationships. so, take these with a pinch of salt. <3
3k celebration post here. 3k masterlist here.
- Never gets tired of cooking for you. You feel bad, sometimes, when he offers to cook even after he's been at work all day. He reassures you one evening that he loves cooking for you, because it's different. There's no pressure. He can relax, and do what he loves most for the person he loves most.
- Terrible at DIY. The two of you always end up crying with laughter when you try and get a job done, because it always inevitably goes wrong. You're both determined to do it yourselves, though. You'll never call a guy.
- He's a commitmentphobe. Majorly. I think it'd be really hard work to get Carmy to ever really commit himself to you. It'd take time, and a hell of a lot of patience. But, once he does, he's fiercely loyal. He'd do anything for you, no hesitation.
- Carmy's awful at communicating. He's not good at processing his emotions, and ends up yelling. The first time you had an argument, you didn't yell once, which was a real turning point for him. You talked it out, and fixed the issue. From that moment on, he tries. He's not perfect, but he tries.
- Hates seeing you cry. It's his least favourite thing in the world. The minute you cry, his bottom lip is quivering, lump in his throat forming. You cry, he cries.
- Loves it when you pamper him. Happily sits with you while you apply your face mask, asks one day if you'll put some on him. You cuddle on the couch, wine in hand, terrible reality show on the TV. You do your skincare routine, and then do it on him too.
- Only trusts you to cut his hair. You don't have much experience, but you figure it out pretty quickly. He now refuses to go to a salon, begging you to do it instead. In the bathroom, stood between his legs, you trim his hair carefully, trying to ignore the way he's gazing up at you with those big blue eyes.
and now onto the sexy stuff...
- Doesn't stop talking during sex. He can't shut his mouth. He's got his lips pressed to your ear, murmuring the filthiest things you've ever heard.
- Lives to praise you. Sure, he'll degrade you if you want, but he loves getting to tell you how pretty you are, how perfect you look like this, how you're such a good girl for him.
- Loooves cowgirl. Loves getting to sit there all smug as you're on top of him. It's his favourite view. His favourite thing to do is sit up so you're chest to chest, his arms wrapped around you. Nothing beats it.
- Will fuck you anywhere. Kitchen counter, dining table, bathroom vanity, washing machine. Can and will bend you over the nearest surface. He's not a patient man.
- Gets off on eating you out. He's an expert in fine dining, after all. Loves when you grab his hair, tugging and pulling. He basically works himself to the edge as he laps at you. Has definitely made himself come by grinding his hips into the bed. He enjoys it just as much as you do.
as always, feel free to agree/disagree/expand on these!! <3
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Hiiii I love all your writing!! so I wanted to request one where HervĂ© is so sad when he sees that his parents (y/n and Charles) didn't invite him to their wedding. They try to explain to him that it's because he hasn't been born yet, but he still thinks it's because they didn't want him there, so his parents organize a fake wedding so that he can attend.Sorry if you don't understand much, English is not my first languageđ„șđ„șâ€ïžâ€ïž
Note: no worries, I got it! English is not my first language either! 𫶠Thank you!!!
"Oh, what's in this box?", Hervé asked, opening the box where you kept your wedding albums and hard drives, taking the big photo album out, "Why does it look like it's your wedding? You're wearing a white dress, mama", he reasoned.
"It was our wedding", you offered after sharing a look with Charles as he patted Thomas' chest to get him to burp.
Hervé looked at both of you and Charles, his bottom lip trembling before he started crying, "and you didn't invite me? Or Amélie or Thoma?", he said as the distraught was clear on his voice.
"Amour, you weren't born yet - we couldn't have you there if you were still not in the world", you tried to explain to him, but it was to no avail as he looked from comfort in your arms as he looked at a worried Charles.
"You didn't want us there with you? Everyone is there! Uncle Pierre, Uncle Lorenzo, Uncle Arthur, grandma! They're all there but we are not", he cried on your chest, making you coo at him and explain it to him again.
"We're going to celebrate our 10 year anniversary soon anyway, we could make something small in the garden", Charles suggested once you were back in your bedroom, "you in a pretty white dress, me in a nice summery suit, the kids and close family and friends", he smiled.
On the first weekend of the summer break, you stood in the garden, your friends and family presiding the ceremony as they told all different kinds of stories of your relationship and focusing on the first ten years of your marriage.
"Seeing these two become parents to those little ones", Pascale pointed with her eyes as Amélie waved at her, "has been the most beautiful journey I could wish for them. Charles, Y/N, you built a family in the pillars of unconditional love, affection and attention to your kids and never once did you fail the other - everybody faces challenges and you have fought together through them as I was sure you would and will anytime life presents them to you. I love you both so much, and here's to many more anniversaries", your mother in-law smiled.
"When is mama kissing papa?", Hervé butted in, making everyone giggle. The boy might have had a hard time grasping the timeline, but he definitely knew what needed to happen.
Charles put on a show, supporting your back with one arm as he left you fall, pressing his lips on yours as everybody cheered, "Je t'aime tellement, mon coeur".
(Thank you for sending this in âšïž)
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Hi, please do a continuation of your idol mingyu ficsđ„ș I really love me a nsfw idol mingyu fic so if you could continue it im gladly waiting for it!!
18+ / mdi
content: idol!mingyu x idol!reader, established relationship, secret relationship, simp!mingyu, afab reader, smut, oral (f receiving), etc.
wc: 2013
original fic
a/n: thank u for requesting idol!gyu i love him so bad <33
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handling a brand new relationship was already hard enough on its own. now add the extra stress of having to keep it a secret from the entire world, and then you have mingyu's current situation.
he had waited years to finally confess, never really expecting that the day where he could have you would ever come. and now that he had you, he was slightly frustrated at how little of you he could actually have.
not only did the two of you have constant conflicting schedules, but you also had to keep things as discreet as possible due to the nature of relationships within your industry (and maybe also due to mingyu's many exes being spread all throughout the industry).
mingyu tried not to be too annoyed by how little of you he got to keep to himself these past few weeks, with your schedules conflicting far too much for his liking. whenever he was off work, you just so happened to have a last-minute appearance at some fashion event in another country. in any occasion in which you were finally off idol duties, he suddenly had yet another shoot for a company he was the new ambassador of. there was just no way for the two of you to be in the same place for longer than an hour before one of you was called away to some over-complicated schedule.
and though mingyu really really did his best to not let this affect his mood, the inevitable eventually happened, and he finally snapped.
okay, he did not snap per say, but the drastic change in his mood was easily noticed by not only his members, but even staff.
throughout the past week, he had been the talk of the town (re: hybe) due to his unusual behavior. the usually high-spirited and highly energized mingyu everyone knew and loved had been overcome by a shell of his former; a grumpy and lazy giant who would grumble in response to any and every inquiry and would give his bare minimum during group activities (though never in front of carats â he could not help but always be a sweetheart to his carats).
for the past six days or so, mingyu had not been in contact with you. the most he could get were a few texts throughout the day due to both your groups having a comeback at practically the same time. he had not heard your voice or seen your face. not only were you promoting in america (giving you a sixteen hour time difference from korea), but you were also running on about four hours of sleep since your departure. in the meantime, mingyu was preparing for his own group's promotions, knowing that by the time you got back, seventeen would also leave the country and you would find yourself in the same situation.
the thought of yet another week with zero communication made mingyu lose his mind even further, causing him to be even more snappy as the days went by. one week became two, and you were finally due to come back, something that would've usually elated mingyu, except that his departure was scheduled just a few hours after your arrival.
today had been the worst day of all for his members, who had had to deal with mingyu's sour mood these past two weeks (and occasionally deal with his cries due to missing your presence). but enough was enough. not only was mingyu inadvertently messing with the synergy of the group, but a few members also felt bad for the pathetic mess mingyu had become due to your incidental separation. it was time to take matters into their own hands.
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mingyu had never loved his members more than he did at this current moment.
sure, they'd been with him through thick and thin; since the beginning of his career up to the moment where they finally made it to the top. but none of those moments compared to the makeshift 'intervention' they had prepared for him just one day prior to your arrival (and consequent break from comeback activities).
he had been annoyed by it at first, assuming they were just going to grill him due to his lack of effort these past few weeks, but he was surprised to find that they had spoken to the company on his behalf. before he could protest about what he assumed to be some sort of punishment for his unusual behavior, he was informed by an easily-excitable soonyoung that they had convinced the company to allow him to stay in korea for an extra week before joining the rest of the members in overseas promotions. they had come up with a fake statement â something about conflicting schedules with one of the brands he was meant to promote for â in order to give justification to the public as to why he'd be staying behind. they comforted him and told him they understood his frustrations and knew what a hard worker he was, that they simply wanted to give him a few days to recover with you.
mingyu could've cried â and he did. he was beyond elated. he apologized profusely for becoming a weight to his members, getting on his knees to thank them for doing him such a solid, promising he would come back better than ever and that he would work as hard as he could to make up for the past two weeks. he was met with reassurance from his members and a few lighthearted curses due to jealousy of his free time with his girlfriend.
he spent the rest of the day with a reinstated good-mood and the most energy his members had seen from him in weeks.
~
as mingyu came to find out a few hours later, you were blissfully unaware of the sudden change of plans, still believing that he'd be out of the country by the time you got back home.
mingyu fell in love with you all over again the moment you gasped in shock and immediately ran into his arms as you found him waiting for you in your apartment, wrapping his arms around you with the warmest embrace he could muster, lifting you so that you could wrap yourself around him.
"gyu! what are you doing here?", you inquired excitedly as you pulled away.
mingyu didn't let go of you as he responded, "hybe gave me the week off. i get to stay with you til monday. surprised?", he grinned.
"a week?! oh my god! fuck, i've missed you so much," you went back to burying your face in his neck, drinking in the embrace.
"missed you more, beautiful. can't believe i finally get you all to myself again," he put you down slowly so that he could grab onto your hands, bringing them up to his lips so that he could kiss them over and over as you giggled at his antics, "i have so many things planned for the two of us."
"yeah?", you moved closer to him, placing your hands on his shoulders, "like what?", you flirted.
"gonna do everything ive been holding back on ..." he breathed out as he lowered his face down to yours.
"wanna show me?"
"yeah, angel, i'll show you ..."
those were the last words spoken before he took over your senses with a heady kiss, kissing you with so much strength that he physically pushed you back a few steps. his control was lost pretty quickly into the kiss, his senses weakened by the feeling of your body so close to his own.
wordlessly, he guided you in direction to your room, not allowing for your lips to disconnect for even a second as he laid you down on the bed and hovered over you. even as you began to lose your breath to the kiss, mingyu would only allow for your lips to disconnect for a few seconds at a time, taking a single breath before going back to licking into your mouth.
his hands had a mind of their own as they felt every inch of skin they could find, simply ridding themselves of any obstacles by removing your clothing as he unlocked new skin for his hands to touch.
"fuck ... did you get prettier, angel?", he finally disconnected your lips, though not without groaning at the way in which your lips chased after his despite your lack of breath, admiring the almost fully nude body under his own.
remaining fully clothed, mingyu could not feel your skin against his own, a circumstance that frustrated him too much to not solve it immediately. without a second thought, he ripped off his clothes and leaned down to kiss at your neck as his hands took care of the remnants of your clothing.
"hmm, angel? get prettier in my absence? were you keeping all this beauty safe and sound for me?", he was as soft in his words as he was with his movements, caressing the skin of your breasts as he removed your bra.
"gyu ... do something. please," you whined as he traced your nipple and kissed at your neck.
"what do you want, angel? cause i have a few ideas of my own."
"anything, just ..."
"anything? can i have that pretty cunt, then?", he breathed, his lips now against your ear.
"y-yeah, fuck. please."
within seconds he had made his way to the ground, kneeling before you as he buried his face between your thighs and went to town. his lips had already traced every inch leading down to your cunt, fully prepared to bring you to your first orgasm of the night with those same plump lips.
"so fucking good ..." he purred against your cunt, "grind it against my tongue, yeah, baby? wanna feel you gush on my tongue," his words were slurred, refusing to disconnect his lips from your cunt for even one second.
"g-gyu? i'm ... i, fuck ... gonna cum. need to cum. please ...", you whined, fully delirious from the feeling of his tongue.
"do it, angel. gonna lick it all up n give it back to you. been dreaming of you gushing all over my face," he breathed just a few moments before granting his own wish by leading you to your high.
you whined and cried as he continued to lick and suck at you throughout your orgasm, pulling at his hair and grinding against him simultaneously as your body fought against the sensitivity of your cunt while he refused to halt his attack on you.
after your high finally dissipated, mingyu made his way back up your body, once again kissing a trail through the entirety of it until reaching your lips.
he groaned against you as you gave him a kiss so nasty it had his eyes rolling back. he licked your taste right onto your own tongue, sucking it back as your tongues danced with one another. his cock was beyond hard by now, making him grind against your sensitive cunt as the two of you made out.
he reluctantly pulled away before he could get too carried away again.
"i really did miss you so much," he whispered against your lips.
"i missed you too, gyu."
"no, but i genuinely felt like i was going insane," he continued, "i didnt know i could miss anyone this much."
you cupped his cheek as you reciprocated the sentiment.
"now that i finally have you, being away from you at all is torture," he confessed, chuckling at how dramatic yet serious he sounded.
"i love you, gyu," you concluded, "i'm so happy i get to have you a whole week. i .. i'll make it so we can be together more often. i don't know how, but we can do this. right?"
he smiled and pecked you once, "yeah. not letting anything keep me away from you. i love you."
the soft moment was eventually interrupted by even more unseemly activities between your sheets. and the week was filled with constant love shared between the two of you as you finally reunited, fully determined to make this a frequent occurrence.
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