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/ Suho
#2 da série
Suho é o cunhado sangue bom. a família toda gosta dele. E da pra perceber que ele se esforça pelo título.
° tem um caderninho onde anota a data de aniversário de todos os seus tios, primos e os sobrinhos de consideração, sempre se oferece pra olhar o churrasco nas festas de família o que gera um grande alívio para todos pois o tio Edmundo não conseguia fritar cinco asinhas sem deixar de comer quatro.
°Muito carinhoso. Se recusa dormir longe de você e não consegue dormir brigado; se recusar aceitar as desculpas dele, o querido vai chorar e fazer chantagem emocional sim!
° As vezes você só quer que seu namorado seja mais ousado e irresponsável, mas entenda, suho é tão certinho. Então ele vai cortar o clima se a coisa esquentar em um lugar indevido. Uns amassos no carro é sempre de lei, mas transar? Nunquinha. Prefere sempre o conforto da casa.
°ele é o praise kink todinho, nada de degradar a princesinha dele. "Chamar o meu bem de puta? Amor... Você não é assim, você é uma princesa! Não pense em si mesma de jeito.... Temos que trabalhar esses traumas, já conversou sobre com a terapeuta?
°Ele certamente vai ser muito lerdo pra aprender os custumes brasileiros.
°sempre manda mensagens falando onde está e selfies aleatórias durante o dia. Pergunta tudo o que aconteceu no seu dia, porque ama ouvir você falar.
°Ele nunca admitiria isso, mas preferiu abrir mão do país natal apenas por você. Queria construir uma família em um país onde você se sentisse confortável; então, ao sentir saudades dos pais ou o país natal ele evita transparecer a falta na sua frente. Não suportaria te ver se sentir culpada.
°Suho garante que não quer filhos tão cedo, já que seus Dongsaeng são safados e atiçados o suficiente para lhe darem uma penca de sobrinhos. O desejo de ser pai foi curiosamente esquecido após as duas semanas cuidando dos filhos de Chen que havia tirado uma viagem com a esposa. Mimou as crianças aos montes e cuidou bem mas na terceira semana jogou a cria de Chen na casa de kai.
° é tradicional então o pedido de casamento não tardou muito. Sua mãe quase morreu de amores pelo genro quando ele insistiu em fazer um jantar no dia da morte de seu pai e pedir a permissão para o casamento (algo comum na cultura coreana).
°Para o casamento ele realmente insistiria na parte tradicional da coisa: uma igreja enorme barroca, padre, vestido bolo, chuva de arroz e só ia abrir mão do jantar de casamento (pois é tradição da sua família comemorar os casados com um churrasco na casa de Muriqui)
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lotto. (mafia!kim junmyeon x f!reader)
pairing: mafia!kim junmyeon x f!reader
word count: i have no idea
genre: smut
warnings: description of sexual activities, thigh riding, swearing, mentions of crime, lust, junmyeon has such a soft spot for reader
a/n: i wrote this some time ago as a birthday gift to my friend with another idol but i think it suits junmyeon so muchhh 🥺 anyway, this is not part of kinktober but it's definitely a good way to kick it off! 🤗
the loud music wasn’t actually enough to overlap the sound of cheering, talking, and laughing coming from the whole place. hundreds of people were smiling, although you didn’t believe any of them were truly happy. you could see money, alcohol, drugs, and lust everywhere you looked, but never truly happiness.
well, fuck it. they were all grown up adults afterall, they knew what they were doing. it’s not like someone forced them into that warehouse, into that world. you knew way too well how inviting and exciting the whole thing was, so you couldn’t blame them - although your addiction wasn’t gambling, drinking or doing drugs; although you had actually found love within those walls.
a man screaming after winning what seemed like a lot of money caught your attention. the blonde man threw herself on any guy next to him, suddenly kissing him. it didn’t go unnoticed to you the ring shining on his left hand’s finger though.
“enjoying the show?”, a very well-known voice spoke behind you, making you instantly smile.
“just seeing by myself what hell must look like.”
“wow, hell…”, he said, holding your waist and placing himself beside you now. “that’s a new nickname.”
you laughed, eyes trying to find again the couple of dudes you just saw kissing, but couldn’t find them anywhere. well, that only meant one thing…
“why do you keep coming if you don’t like it here?”
you looked at him, seeing his perfect side profile as he admired what he had built mostly by himself. the loudness, the lust, the illegal actions taking place inside that warehouse didn’t bother him - if anything, he liked it.
“because i like you and i wanna be a supportive girlfriend”, you said like it was obvious.
“okay, two things: first, you were already supportive from the moment you didn’t leave me when you found out about this. secondly, you keep calling yourself my girlfriend, but, baby, i thought we were past that a long time ago.”
if god truly existed, you prayed she didn't let junmyeon see how you blushed at that.
“yeah, well…”, you tried to come up with a reply, but after a few seconds when your brain still didn’t process anything good to say, you just trailed off and let the conversation die.
junmyeon laughed beside you, pulling you close and caressing your body. from the moment he got involved in “bad things”, he accepted that he would never find someone who he could love. he accepted the fact that, to make his name big in those kind of business, he needed to let go of any normal shit people do - like going out on dates, maybe getting married, maybe having children. he was okay with that. he knew what he got himself into when he was around 15 years old.
but that was until he met you.
that was until he saw you fighting back one of his guards at the door of one of his clubs - well, it wasn’t actually a club but you didn’t know that, he found out later. the girl in a burgundy top, pointing a finger at a huge guard caught his attention that night, and he just couldn’t ever let you go after that.
junmyeon didn’t know exactly how you turned into friends, and then into a couple, and then into whatever you two were right now. he just knew how he fell in love with you and, to be honest, how couldn’t he? what was there not to love about you?
“i like when you get shy”, he said only for you to hear, chin resting on top of your shoulder.
“i don’t”, you replied, still looking straight ahead. junmyeon didn’t miss the tiny grin on your lips though.
he kissed your shoulder, lost in a moment with you but in a lifetime of thoughts inside his head - all the thoughts about you. he closed his eyes for a bit, turning down all of his senses and just focusing on your smell and the way his lips felt against your skin. he couldn’t feel any other thing, couldn’t see any other thing, he couldn’t listen to any other thing…
or that was what he thought.
“sir?”, someone called behind you, making you both turn around. you looked curious at one of junmyeon's many guys, dressed in a suit, while junmyeon himself couldn’t look more annoyed. actually, scratch that, he couldn’t look more pissed. “there is a-”
“is someone dying?”, junmyeon asked, cutting the guy off.
“n-no, sir.”
“then why are you interrupting me and my girl?”
the dude went silent. he looked from junmyeon to you and then back to junmyeon, completely lost.
“i’m… i’m sorry, sir. i-i just thought you would like to know that-”
“well, i wouldn’t. so turn around and go fix it yourselves whatever happened. i don’t wanna know, and don’t fucking interrupt me again.”
“yes, sir”, the guy immediately said, bowing to junmyeon before going back to wherever he came.
you looked at junmyeon, staring down at him and noticing so closely how his expression changed the moment he looked at you and you two locked eyes. he went soft, all of a sudden.
“that was hot”, you joked, smirking when you felt his arm wrapping around your hips and pulling you close.
“yeah?”, he raised an eyebrow at you, what you knew was one of his ways to try to be sexy. little did he know… “i can show you hotter if you let me.”
“such a gentleman-”
the way he grabbed your wrist and pulled you away with him made you shut up though.
(...)
you watched as junmyeon closed the door of his big ass office behind him, locking it and checking it twice just to be sure. he knew no one would be crazy enough to walk in without knocking, but he liked his privacy secured.
when he turned around to watch you - his girl - he smirked. you looked breath taken, as always. his feet worked on their own and started to walk towards you without a warning. they only stopped when you were at junmyeon's reach, watching every move he made, every expression. you watched as he rested his hands on your hips again, one of his favorite parts of your body. you watched as he pulled you close, close enough to feel your breathing against his face. you watched as he closed the gap between you two, kissing you with everything he got, like he always did.
and then, you stopped taking track of his every move and started to focus on what you were feeling. you felt his tongue slipping into your mouth, you felt his hands traveling up your body to hold your neck as he kissed you, and you felt, overall, that familiar sensation between your legs.
“come here”, he whispered, leading you to the chair behind his desk.
he sat down first, unbuttoning your jeans and taking them down. you groaned when he kissed your stomach, hands resting on your thighs as you finished the job of taking off those goddamn jeans. junmyeon's looked up at you, watching your face as his kisses became openmouthed, his tongue feeling warm against your skin.
“will you take it off for me, baby?”, he asked, one of his hands tugging on your panties.
you obeyed, taking it off and letting him pull you onto his lap. junmyeon placed you on his left thigh, flexing his muscles the moment your bare skin hit his trousers.
“you’re going to ride my thigh here in my office like the good girl you are, okay?”
“you can’t tell me what to do”, you smirked at him, but the smirk was quickly wiped off your face the moment he flexed his thigh again.
“i’m sorry, you were saying…?”
you cursed a “fucker” under your breathe as you started doing what he said. your movements were lighty at first, enjoying the feeling little by little. you could both feel each other to the extent you loved the most, grabbing at each other whenever something felt too good. his hands on your waist, your hands on his shoulders now.
you moaned out loud for the first time, and that’s how junmyeon knew you were on the right track. he held your waist a little bit harder, helping the way you moved your hips down onto his thigh. he could feel his trousers getting wetter with your every move, and no words in this world could explain how he loved that.
fuck, no words in this world could explain how he loved you.
when you moaned again, junmyeon couldn’t help but moan too. he took a moment to look at you, at your expression, at the way your body was moving on top of his before going in for a kiss. he took your lips on his own, savoring you and swallowing your noises, his trousers feeling so tight now all of a sudden - but he couldn’t care less, he just wanted to make you feel good, as good as you always made him feel.
“fuck, myeon”, you groaned when he broke the kiss. your fingers were tightly tangled on his shirt, holding for dear life as if he could disappear if you let him go.
your hips started to move faster, harder, that familiar sensation building up inside you. you lost your goddamn mind when junmyeon decided to lick at your jaw, whispering sweet nothings to you in between the kisses, the sucks he’d leave on you; he poured his heart into those words though, promising himself at that very moment that he would do anything he could to always remember you how much you meant for him.
another loud moan echoed through the office, and he knew what that meant.
“come on, baby”, he whispered to you.
he didn’t have to say it twice. you finished with a call of his name, coming all over his thigh, his hands guiding your hips to help you ride through your high. junmyeon happily sighed when, at the peak of your intimacy - the moment right after the sex -, you let yourself collapse on top of him. you rested your forehead on his shoulder, trying to catch your breath as his hands traveled down to your thighs, caressing them.
seconds went by, minutes went by. nothing could touch the two of you, nothing could make him leave you, and nothing could make you walk away from him.
junmyeon smiled at the thought of always having you like that, of always being with you. but, at the same time that thought warmed his heart, it also made it ache. what if you ever got tired of him? what if you decided you no longer loved him? what if you realized he’s no good for you because of what he does for a living?
what if he had to go away someday and you didn’t wait for him?
“marry me”, he said, realizing that the words had truly left his mouth only after they did.
“what?”, you groaned.
“marry me. be with me forever. i want you forever.”
you smiled, looking up at him and holding his face in both your hands. you had the great junmyeon, the guy who built his own gang and his own way into the crime, wrapped around your finger.
“i’m with you. i always will be, a ring won’t change that”, you said, kissing his lips. “i promise i’m yours. isn’t that enough?”
junmyeon immediately nodded. anything you decided to give him was enough.
“it is for now. i love you."
“i love you too.”
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