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the-californicationist · 6 months

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he changes your mind

John Price has been trying his best to convince you to let him give you a baby. After learning about his willingness to make sacrifices for you and your family, you decide to grant his wish.

MDNI/18+

TW: breeding, pregnancy, explicit sex

https://archiveofourown.org/works/51167794

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John Price was smiling again. His cheeks were crushed up underneath his pale blue eyes, full of wonder and searing joy. The creases at the edges of his lashes cut and folded like the beginnings of an origami crane along his temple, and even though they did the same folds every single time, your heart skipped a beat when you saw them. The beard that lay flat and smooth around his mouth stretched with his smile, broad and keen. Sincere. Innocent and pure. And his laugh sent a knife right through your belly, melting down inside of you like coffee too hot, letting you feel your shapes and holes and secrets all the way down until you couldn’t breathe until he laughed again. Desperate for it. You wanted to rip it from him and keep it inside of you instead so you could tap into that bliss like an addict. You wanted a button to push to force it out of him so you could hear the sound in your darkest days, using him to turn on the light.

To make matters worse, he was holding a baby.

He was making you want one. In fact, he was making you want him to put one inside of you. His baby. One of your very own. One with blue eyes that crinkled at the edges like shining cellophane.

You resisted the pull like a yearling in a harness. You wanted to buck against it and kick it in the teeth. You didn’t want a child. John was always gone - mission after mission - and you weren’t willing to raise a whole person by yourself. You could do it, but you wouldn’t. That wasn’t fair. A child needs their guardian, and when your guardian was the guardian of the world…how could you come first?

So, you boxed it up and put it away in you with the rest of your ghosts. You haunted yourself with it sometimes. When you scrolled through your online purchases of milk and bread, sometimes it would suggest baby formula to add to your cart, as if, subtly suggesting like a mother-in-law, you were missing something important. But, you kept busy. You worked hard, you traveled, you spent time with friends. You loved John dearly, and you craved him more and more every day. You were happy, as happy as anyone should have the right to be. Why should you be entitled to open a box you had no business opening?

But, there it was, down from the attic of your mind again and cracked open in the foyer of your frontal cortex, waiting for you to pluck from it a warm, writhing little bundle that needed you to hold it and kiss it and tell it how to drive a manual transmission. A Janice or an Eric or a Persephone - someone new for the world to put through its horrors. Someone to catch a cold, to have their heart broken, to lose their job. Someone new to put you and John in matching coffins and lower you down into matching holes where you’d be covered and buried in the same place from whence they’d come. Entropy.

You watched as John crooked his elbow just so, supportive and careful, his massive form suddenly as agile as an arching ballerina, holding the bottle and the towel and the someone new as gently as a leaf holds the dew in the mornings in the spring.

You were wet. Your heart and your womb were fully committed to the bit. Some ancient bacteria that divided for the first time back when you were just primordial soup had optimized you for just this moment. It was lying in wait for John Price to crane his neck down to leave little chirping kisses on the softest pink cheek and then to smile when it garnered its reaction. That instinctual drive revved inside of you when he wiped away a stray drop of milk from a grinning toothless mouth. A mouth that would learn how to give kisses right back one day and beg you for them.

The way your hands clenched around your arms was going to leave a bruise.

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“Such a cute lad, aye?” John commented, driving you down the dark road to your home.

“Gaz sure has his hands full,” you nodded.

“He’ll make it work. It always works itself out, right?” He was suggestive, and you weren’t about to have that.

“If it did, we wouldn’t need the orphanages.”

He was silent. The battle you had just won meant little to the war that raged on in the silence between you.

“I asked Laswell for the hiatus.”

“What?”

“You said that you needed me here. No more away missions. No more black sites. And you said we’d discuss it.”

“I said we might discuss - ”

“No, you said you needed those to happen, and I made them happen. She wrote up the paperwork. When I sign it, I’m here, for good. I’m a full on intel analyst. And it’s a pay raise,” he raised his volume, and his knuckles were white around the steering wheel.

“Okay,” you said.

“Okay? What does that mean?”

“It means okay. We can try, okay?”

“Don’t play with me, pumpkin. I can’t - ”

You put your hand on his thigh and squeezed it, giving him a soft smile.

“I said okay.”

He drove faster. He barely stopped at stop signs. He parked in the gravel instead of pulling under the carport. He opened your door and nearly pulled you out.

With his hand at the small of your back, he walked you to the front door, keys jangling loudly in his hand, the tip of the key scraping at the edges of the lock like a dog at the door, clamoring to get in. The door cracked. You were inside before you knew it. The keys fell to the floor and the door slammed shut behind you. John scooped you up and kicked in the panel to your bedroom. He fell on top of you, kissing you roughly, like he had mere minutes to spare. Your blood was rushing, pounding in your ears, and you could feel how heavy his breaths were as his chest pushed and pulled inside of himself.

“John. Jo- Hey, John. Wait - ”

John stopped, his hands stuffed under your dress, fingers looped in your panties, frozen in place like you had paused time itself. He didn’t look up at you. His head stayed down, and he waited for you to do something about it.

You grabbed his cheeks and forced him to meet your eyes,

“What’s wrong?” You asked in a whisper.

“Please, sweetheart,” John’s eyes held within them a fragile prayer, “Let me give you a baby. I want to see you hold her inside, right here,” he kissed your belly as he raised up your dress, “I want to see you in her face when she smiles and laughs.”

You smiled at him, petting his hair, enjoying his kisses,

“How do you know it’ll be a girl?”

He scoffed, kissing you further down, peeling the panties away as he had first intended,

“Just let me dream, alright? You said you would try.”

His hot mouth covered your clit and suckled against it with a renewed hunger. You tried to respond,

“Mm, I will, John. We’ll try.”

“We’re going to try right now.”

His fingers spread you apart and he began to fuck you deeply on his hand, licking you apart at the seams, letting your binds and ties melt like sugar on his tongue, freeing you from the confines of the world around you, ripping you from reality and dragging you with him into his primal wonderland. You could feel his fingers stretching up, deeper than he usually did, feeling around for the soft roundness of the entrance to your womb. He found it and circled around it, as if mapping it for himself, visualizing it and teasing himself with all of its possibilities. It made you squirm, and he sucked harder, cowing you into submission with an orgasm, which you gasped out in shock. You’d been struggling to hold it together since Nova’s baby shower, and you were desperate for relief. That relief hit you like a truck, and you came hard enough to see stars in the dim light of your bedroom.

As soon as John felt you clench around his hand, he fucked you harder, adding a finger and curling them into you, stretching you to fit his thickness. He had his length out and ready at your entrance faster than you thought was physically possible, spitting down onto himself and positioning himself inside your folds, ready to commit.

Then, for all of his anxious hurry, he stopped, as if he was missing something. He looked at you, concerned and needy, still fully clothed and unable to think straight. He looked lost. You held his hips in your hands and coaxed him forward,

“It’s okay, John. C’mon, let’s try.”

You thought he might break down and cry from the relief that washed over him. It was like you’d pulled a burning arrow from his heart. He sank into you like a stone in a lake, quick and sure, wet and eager.

“Oh, fuuuuuck!” John shouted. It was loud enough that you wondered briefly about your neighbors.

He fell on top of you, crawling over you with his hulking arms, prowling up to kiss your neck like a horny teenager, full of the same level of vigor. His thrusts were deep - deeper than usual - as if he was searching out that smoothness of your anatomy, looking for his target. You canted your hips downward to help him find it. When he did, you both groaned for each other.

"That's it, my sweet girl," he rubbed your clit in gentle circles, sending you back into orbit, "I'm so fuckin' ready to see my baby in you. Fuck! I can't wait."

The way his cock throbbed with each of his thrusts was sending you into a sort of trance. Your pussy felt stuffed, like it was struggling around his fat cock, bending and pulling at its walls to allow him to fit. His kisses were formless and weak, but his hips were merciless in their pounding. The two divergent sensations forced a rift in your mind, and your pleasure stretched to meet his fierce and gentle need. You felt the wave-like tingle of your recent orgasm tumbling in the back of your mind, threatening to rise again to crash upon your shore, growing with each pull of his rocking rhythm.

"Feel so good," he confessed in your ear, "Letting me give this to you, do this for you. Like heaven, love."

You encouraged the motion of his body with your hands, touching the snapping, ferocious muscles of his spread back, digging your nails into his furry skin when he angled himself just so, casting spell after spell to hypnotize you into pliant submission. Then, he quickened, panting, pleading, whispering his pleas over and over to you or to God, you couldn’t tell. He was making you feel like one and the same. His voice cracked,

"Bloody hell, I can't hold it back. Goddamnit. I'm - ahhh!"

When he filled you, and he damn well filled you, he held himself tightly pressed to your womb’s gate like he would be washed away at sea, gripping your body like a lifeline. He reached beside you for his pillow and shoved it under your hips, groaning and panting as he came down from his high, one-track minded. John kept his cock in you like a seal, holding you there much longer than usual. As you regained your senses and your ability to form words, you looked up at him and asked,

“John, what are you doing?”

“Shh, just wait. I want to make sure it’s there. Has to be deep enough for you, love.”

He kissed you again, using his long tongue to lick all the way into your mouth, still desperate and devout. You didn’t have the heart to tell him that he was weeks away from your ovulation window. Maybe you would just keep that to yourself.

#captain john price #captain price #cod mw2 #john price #captain price x you #captain price x reader #cod mwii

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opencommunion · 11 days

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19 April 24 Thanks to the dedication of courageous students and their supporters, the encampment at Columbia continues in spite of the NYPD deploying its "counterterrorism" unit (aka "Strategic Response Group," aka SRG, aka Supremacist Racist Gang). SRG cops are equipped with semiautomatic rifles, body armor, and other military technology. The unit was created in response to protests against NYPD brutality following the murder of Eric Garner, and has been deployed to violently repress every uprising since. Essentially the SRG exists to brutalize protesters who protest brutality:

#palestine #turtle island #action #library #id in alt

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luminescenc1e · 1 year

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❝ What’s the matter? You seem tense. ❞ ( to eric ; vampire!thomas )

“ It’s those fucking cunts from the Fellowship of the Sun. ” For a while he had ignored them, aware that America especially was deeply buried under an enormous amount of religious zealotism. So he let it go, another group of nutjobs, add them all to the never-ending list, who cares? But when started resorting to terrorism and militant operations against vampires using their brainwashed followers. Well, he still did not react.

The Authority had made it painfully obvious that all vampires were to avoid any public reaction, anything that would garner any kind of negative press. Which was bullshit, but he could understand to a degree. It was a different time, publicity was everything, even when talking about basic rights. But, now that they had tried to attack his employees and ruin HIS business. That would change, and it would not be too difficult to rip those fuckers to shreds…quietly. “ Have you heard what they’ve done now? They’re not worth being used for gun practice, let alone anything else. ”

#threecardtrick #v: undecided #MUSE : ERIC NORTHMAN #WORLD : TRUE BLOOD

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mostlygibberish · 11 months

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"You know what happened to Rome when Nero fiddled around."

I liked the part with the crazy-voiced chauffeur.

What little plot this movie had was merely a framework in which to place the musical interludes that made up half the runtime. At least the song choices were all pretty great, though blatant lip syncing sucked a lot of the fun from the performances. Still, I enjoyed seeing Astrud Gilberto and Eric Burdon.

The Dave Clark Five's first performance was so dull and lifeless that even the actors didn't seem to be having fun. I loved that the moment they got off stage somebody put on a record which garnered a significantly more energetic response than their live music had managed.

The first third of the movie was spent setting up a situation that was then off-handedly resolved in mere seconds, and off-screen at that. This in itself would have been pretty bizarre, but then for some reason the last act was about running a telethon to get a senator re-elected through the power of swinging sixties music.

I thought the recurring gag that Nancy Sinatra's character spent the entire movie getting laid in her hotel room and missing everything that happened was pretty amusing.

Despite textual claims of feminism and female empowerment, the romance was remarkably forced, and the one girl that actually wanted to dress sexy and party was endlessly criticised by the others. At one point the lead couple (Mary Ann Mobley and Chad Everett) went from having a bitter argument to talking about their newfound love in the span of two minutes.

What brought on this rapid change of feelings? Well you see, she had a skiing accident, so he kissed her while her arms were trapped in snow and she couldn't physically stop him. How romantic!

Mildly entertaining, but not good.

RIP Astrud Gilberto

#get yourself a college girl #get yourself a college girl 1964 #movie review

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13thpythagoras · 2 years

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RIP to Erica Garner & Eric Garner

#Black Lives Matter #live long and prosper

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“I Can’t Breathe”

Mural by @blazeworks in Toronto, Canada

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satanstrousers · 4 years

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Lmao imagine logging in to tumblr two separate times bc your favorite tumblr guy from 4 years ago hasn't actively made a public statement about a celebrity death while drawing a false equivalency about his support for BLM from it. I've gotten a lot of asks on here man but this ones a wild one.

That said, I do have a platform on here that I can absolutely use to promote BLM content and resources, especially now that media coverage of protests has died down.

Hope this is what you were looking for bud, and I'm glad I've stayed interesting enough over all these years for you to be actively looking for my opinion on all things.

#genuinely RIP chadwick but I don't come on here to post about celebrity deaths man #anyways #black lives matter #breonna taylor #eric garner #george floyd #blm #chadwick boseman #i still cant get over this using a mans death from cancer as a way to callout someone for not supporting BLM #this is peak 2015 tumblr man

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prickliest-pear · 5 years

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Is This What Democracy Looks Like?

#rip #trayvonmartin #mike brown #atatiana jefferson #eric garner #black lives matter #f12 #hands up don't shoot #acab

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Planned Parenthood, Eric Garner, and State Violence

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frontpagewoman · 6 years

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Controlling our own narrative✊🏾

#Erica garner #Eric garner #black lives matter #rip #journalism #journalists of color #controlling the narrative #May your journey be gentle #nypd

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#@reignofapril #reignofapril #april reign #erica garner #rip #twitter #black twitter #eric garner #i can't breathe #black lives matter #blm

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halaboyz · 3 years

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–– DAD // SUNWOO.

pairing: dad! sunwoo ;; no pair! it's only sunwoo and his daughter here- along with uncle eric! genre: fluff word count: 897 warnings // notes: none, not that i know of ;; request: hiii! can you please do a dad!au for sunwoo like how would he be as a dad to his daughter >< tysm! (ft. uncle eric lol)

the sound of the doorbell makes sunwoo and his daughter, sunhee rip out from his embrace, running to the door where eric stood, bags of chicken and pizza in his hands.

"hi there," eric beams, taking his shoes off before trudging sunhee- sunwoo's daughter, with light steps. "have you been a good girl? are you listening well to your dad?" eric continues to coo, taking the frail body to his arms to turn her around.

sunwoo watches with a glare, a pint of jealousy starting to bubble in the pit of his stomach.

"hey bud," eric finally pays sunwoo a smile, sitting beside sunwoo with the latter's daughter in his hands.

sunwoo just grunts, trying to get his daughter away from eric's hold. but instead of returning to her dad's arms, she whined the inch she was apart from eric.

sunwoo gasps exaggeratedly, even covering his mouth with his hand. eric laughs in his despair, lightly bouncing sunhee in his lap as he played with her hands.

"you like me more than your father?" eric continues to cuddle with sunhee, letting her own father stare in disbelief.

"i cannot believe this," sunwoo stomps his way to the kitchen, in small attempt to get his daughter's attention, but to no avail.

he just sulkily makes the table, shooting glares from the kitchen to the living room, where eric and sunhee played with each other from time to time.

"table's ready," sunwoo says under his breath, feeling is heart break a little when sunhee just squeals and trudges her way to her own baby chair, passing her father in a rush.

she excitedly and continuously drummed on her small table, waiting for both men to put the food in front of her.

eric chuckles as he sees the pout form in sunwoo's lips, wriggling in front of him to tease him.

"your daughter likes me more than you," eric continued to tease sunwoo, placing the bags in the table and had started unpacking the foods.

sunwoo lets eric prepare and slice the food for sunhee, eating by himself in the corner of the table while watching eric and his daughter burst to a fit of giggles frequently, earning them a nod.

it was a week off for him, once in a blue moon at that- where coincidentally, you wouldn't be around for a business trip. eric had just wasted half a day for him to get closer to his daughter, one who he still felt was distant to him because he wasn't around all the time for his own work.

the snack time dragged longer than what had sunwoo wanted, jealousy still bubbling in his stomach the more sunhee doesn't pay the least attention to her dad.

"don't you need to go already?" sunwoo nudges eric's side, garnering his attention as his eyes watched sunhee jump back to the couch.

"what do you mean? i have the whole da-,"

"oh! really?! you need to go now?" sunwoo pouts, his hands already grasping eric's things and lightly pushing him out of the door. "baby, uncle eric needs to go now!"

eric just lets himself get pushed outside, sunwoo not even letting his daughter say its goodbye to him before he walked off with a small smile, letting the father and daughter have their own time.

sunwoo turns around to go back inside after waving off eric, to see sunhee peeking behind him.

"he got something to do hun, he needs to go," sunwoo pouts, yet a hint of smirk evident in the corner of his lips. he carries her back to the living room, playing with her hands that held small toys she played with.

sunwoo grows a smile on his face, bouncing sunhee in his lap as he gazed lovingly at her.

"baby," sunwoo wipes the bits of pizza crusts off his daughter's cheeks, asking for attention.

the latter only hums, eyes still fixed at the toys she was playing.

"do you want to go live with uncle eric?" he pouts, letting go of her hands. this perks sunhee's attention, finally sparing him a glance which almost broke his acting.

sunhee cutely glares at her father, gripping at her toys- he almost thought he was looking at the mirror. sunhee looked so much like him when acting sulky and angry, he stifles a chuckle.

sunhee finally shakes her head sideward, whining at the same time.

"awh cute!" sunwoo puts a stop to his facade, hands flying to his chest as he felt his heart burst at the amount of cuteness his daughter emitted.

he lets his daughter play with the toys in her hands once again, the three year old calming her cute anger down after a while.

but sunwoo wasn't the nearest to being satisfied.

"do you like dad more or uncle eric more?" he asks, his doe eyes looking at her dark orbs with a sly smile.

sunhee lets go of the toys in her hands and throws herself to sunwoo's arms, almost launching her face against the wall if it wasn't for sunwoo's reflexes.

"dad!" sunhee exclaims, and sunwoo feels her small wrists tighten in the fabric of his sweater. sunwoo, once again, feels his heart melt.

eric, you lose. just go get your own daughter. sunwoo thought, a chuckle leaving his lips as he stood up, safely spinning around with sunhee in his arms as she squealed in excitement.

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atinymonster · 3 years

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ateez 9th member.

when sunwoo’s jealousy gets the better of him during kingdom.

this is literally a combination of requests tehe but enjoy!

➴ taglist: @banhmi07, @jiyeons-closet, @jaeminpeachy, @mochibabycakes

➴ masterlist

"Let me go, right now! I am a second degree black belt—!

“Lovebug! Calm down, it’s just me!”

She didn’t think a trip to the bathroom would result in her arm practically getting ripped off by someone dragging her into an empty waiting room.

Opening her eyes, she realized she was face to face with someone’s chest. Eyes traveling up, she breathed a sigh of relief when it was just Sunwoo. Her eyes wandered his body, appreciating the stylists’ decision to put him in a black and red suit that made him look even more handsome—

“Liking the view?” his cheeky and teasing voice broke her from her reverie.

Hold that thought.

“I was until you opened your mouth,” she joked, punching his chest. “Why did you even drag me in here? Where are we even?”

“Just one of the empty waiting rooms. And is it a crime if I just wanted to see you?”

“Love, you literally opened the door and dragged me like a rag doll. While that was indeed hot, be careful, I don’t want the chain to hurt you.”

A sullen look passed over Sunwoo’s face. He really didn’t mean to be so rough, but there was a sense of urgency in him that he couldn’t explain. Or rather, he knew what got him all hot and bothered, but he felt stupid for voicing it out loud to her. Unconsciously, his arms around her tightened.

Peering up at his face with concern, she waved a hand in front of his face. “Hey, Woo, everything okay?” She figured something was wrong from the beginning since he wasn’t one to be this rough.

“...You’re mine, right?” he softly asked, eyes trained on the familiar white bracelet that decorated her wrist.

She furrowed her eyebrows in confusion at his question. Looping her arms around his neck, she played with hair, something she knew he loved when she did. “Of course, what made you think otherwise?”

Sunwoo felt his face burn before he leaned down to rest his head on her shoulder. “Just...earlier...during the ranking announcement...”

She tilted her head in confusion. “What happened—oh.”

It wasn’t a secret to anyone that Jiyu’s popularity had skyrocketed after the first and second round. Her charisma and duality, not to mention her visuals, had been a hot topic amongst other groups for the last two weeks. And with the garnered attention, came admirers.

“Hey guys,” Jiyu quietly called out to her members once a break started in the middle of the ranking announcement. “I don’t mean to be cocky or anything but do you guys feel the pairs of eyes on us?”

Yeosang turned to face her. “I’m surprised you only noticed now. They’re all on you.”

She pointed to herself out of disbelief. “M-Me?”

From afar, there was someone who couldn’t help but have his gaze wander over to where Jiyu was. He, much like everyone else, admired her stage presence and performance.

But it’d be a lie if he denied her being extremely attractive as well.

“Hwiyoung keeps looking over there, what are you—” Before Inseong could finish his question, he followed the younger boy’s gaze and instantly started laughing. “Are you looking at Jiyu?”

Having been caught and called out, Hwiyoung instantly tore his gaze away from her before throwing a half-hearted glare towards his hyung. “N-No...”

“Don’t lie, you even said she was pretty multiple times back in the waiting room when ATEEZ were performing.” Jaeyoon commented—just a little too loudly to go unnoticed.

Jiyu awkwardly pressed her lips together at the outburst that she was pretty sure she wasn’t supposed to hear. Looking at her members, she was pretty sure they heard it, too. Laughing off her embarrassment, she shifted back in her seat.

Yeosang raised an eyebrow in confusion. “I hate to break his bubble...but he does know that she and Sunwoo are dating, right?”

“Our Baby Monster sure is popular today,” Wooyoung teasingly commented, throwing an arm over her shoulder. “But then again, we should know firsthand at how scary your duality is.”

Seonghwa couldn’t help the mother instincts in him as he noticed all the eyes on her. She was still a child in his eyes, so to see her bombarded with stares from others made him a little want to just cover her with a blanket.

“I know he’s our sunbae, but he needs to get through us first!” San quietly declared, pretending to roll up his sleeves. Wooyoung nodded in complete agreement.

“San, no, like you said, he’s a sunbae!” Jiyu frantically whispered. “Besides, we’re not even allowed to interact with other groups, so I’ll be fine.”

San playfully huffed. “Yet that didn’t stop you from sneaking around backstage a few weeks ago. Maybe he’ll do the same.”

Jiyu snorted at their reactions towards the SF9 member. ‘At least they’re advocating for my and Sunwoo’s relationship...?’

Hongjoong peeked back over towards SF9 and caught a glimpse of a comedic scene. Quietly tapping Yunho’s and San’s shoulder, he discreetly pointed to what he saw.

Following their leader’s finger, they saw a brooding Sunwoo, looking as if he was trying to hold his act together. His members, mainly Eric and Hyunjae, were laughing and teasing him. Seeing him bothered by jealousy wasn’t a sight they saw everyday—and boy were they soaking that up.

Jongho followed their gaze and snorted. “You know what, I think she’ll be fine without our intervention if anything happened.

Jiyu chuckled at the giant baby in her arms. “So you were jealous of Hwiyoung sunbaenim?”

He didn’t even bother to deny, nodding at her question. He pulled her closer to him and snuggled his face deeper into the crook of her neck. He knew being oggled at by others comes with the job, but he couldn’t help it when he has to witness it first hand.

Not to mention, she was the only girl on the show. The only girl amongst five boy groups.

Suddenly overcome with an urge, he picked her up and gently tossed her over his shoulder. Ignoring her questions as to what had gotten into him, he silently walked over to one of the couches and set her down so that her head was resting against the armrest.

Jiyu stared up with wide eyes at the body towering over her own. They were in a pretty compromising position with his body hovering over her’s and her head caged between his arms. Literally anyone could walk in on them at any given moment and would assume they were up to something that wasn’t meant for the public to witness.

But all words died in her throat when she stared into his eyes. Unlike the usual bright, bambi eyes that she absolutely adored, she swore she saw his eyes darken as they fixed on her lips.

Smirking, she leaned up closer to him to the point that she could feel his breath fanning across her lips and tilted her head. Two could play at this game, and she certainly didn’t want to lose.

Taking that as a green light, he closed the small gap between them and melded their lips together.

Jiyu let out a surprised, yet satisfied sigh at the foreign feeling of his lips against her’s. The feeling was just like had imagined, soft and gentle, but also an underlying roughness that she knew he was holding back.

She wrapped her arms around his neck as their lips continued to part before immediately gravitating together again like two magnets. As cheesy as it may sound, it felt like their lips were made for each other. His lips against her’s felt like the missing puzzle piece.

Unfortunately, they both had to pull away to catch their breath. Slightly panting, they both shyly smiled at each other as if they weren’t kissing each other with a newfound fervor a few seconds before.

“I swear this wasn’t how I planned our first kiss to be like,” he smiled, gently stroking her face with one of his hands as the other stayed pressed to the armrest to keep himself up. Seeing her face flushed while trying to catch her breath stirred something inside of him, but that was another story.

“Hm...some things go better unplanned, don’t you think?” she mused, gently ruffling and tugging at his hair.

He smirked, picking up on her underlying teasing tone. Sitting up, his hands wandered to her side and gave it a small squeeze before assaulting her with tickles.

“You may be the only girl here, but just remember you’re mine,” he playfully commented, but there was a weight of seriousness to it, as well.

But hearing her laughter and watching her squirm broke his facade, and his adoring smile was back. Stopping his hands, he leaned back down and rubbed his nose against her’s like a kitten. The childish giggle that emitted from her was the most melodious sound he’s ever heard.

“It’s kind of quiet in there, are you sure they’re okay?”

Hushed whispers from outside brought them back to reality and they both craned their neck to look towards the door.

“I say we barge in.”

“No! That’s just rude and I don’t want to see anything indecent.”

“Same, I could live without seeing two of my best friends at it.”

“Why would you say that?! Now Seonghwa-hyung looks like he’s going to pass out!”

Jiyu quietly chuckled at their running imaginations while Sunwoo looked like he just wanted to open the door and wreak havoc on the peeping toms outside. One last time, she cupped his face to make him face her before planting a soft peck on his cheek.

“Love you, sunshine,” she innocently smiled.

Now how could he continue to be irritated after seeing that?

He kissed her forehead. “Love you more, lovebug.”

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