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beskarandblasters · 8 months

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A Good Friend to Have

Sub!Din Djarin x Dom/F!Reader

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Author's note: So this fic was actually written by my boyfriend! (& edited by me) This is the first fic he's ever written and it's honestly so fucking good. @wannab-urs and @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin can attest to that! He came up with the plot all by himself!! I'm so proud of him!! He let me post his for y'all during my little break🖤

Summary: You and your friend work at a brothel on Coruscant, while work is slow she reveals that she owes a debt to a loan shark who is willing to pay out a bounty to anyone who brings her in. When a Mandalorian shows up at the brothel you do everything you can think of to distract the bounty hunter and buy her time to escape.

Word count: 4k

Warnings: reader is able-bodied, canon divergent, sex work, edging, orgasm denial, dom/sub dynamic, masturbation, vaginal sex, helmet stays on, helmet riding, disrespect of the creed, no use of y/n

It’s a cold, rainy night on Coruscant and you've been working with your friend, a twi'lek named Sorrana, at the brothel since sundown. Work has been slow tonight, you don’t think much of it, chalking it up to customers warming themselves with drinks at the local cantinas. To kill some time you exit your chambers and check in with Sorrana, who you find in her chamber acting nervous. You catch her holding the tips of her cones resting on her shoulders while she paces the room.

“Hey I just wanted to stop by and maybe see if you wanted to make plans for after work… Is everything okay?” you ask.

“Uhhh…not really, I don’t think I can go out tonight, sorry.” she replies.

“I understand, is there something wrong?” you ask, concern laced in your voice.

“Yeah I'm pretty stressed out, but you don’t need to worry.” she says, still racked with a nervousness that’s impossible to miss.

“We’re friends! You can tell me anything.”

After a short pause for consideration she utters, “I needed credits a couple weeks ago and I got a loan, but with how slow work has been I haven't been able to pay it back.”

“Oh no,” you interrupt, “If you needed credits you could’ve asked me. I understand how stressful debt can be.” you tell her.

“I wouldn’t want to be a burden on you, but between us, that’s not all… I borrowed the credits from a shark on one of the lower levels because nobody else would consider lending them to me,” she chokes out.

Tears well up in her eyes and her voice cracks. You’re heartbroken for her but you choose to stay silent to let her continue.

“Earlier today some of the shark's thugs told me that I better have the credits together by the end of the night or they’d be sending someone after me” she cries, no longer able to hold back her tears.

“Oh no, Sorrana! I’m so sorry. You must be terrified... Is there some way I can help? How many credits do you owe this guy anyway?” you ask, searching for a way to console her.

“It started at five thousand but each week he’s been raising the balance higher and higher. I hoped to pay it back that first week… but with the interest he’s charging it’s impossible. I only came in to work tonight because I have no way to get off the planet and his thugs know where I live… I was going to sleep here.” she sobs, burying her face in her hands.

Suddenly you hear a knock, the two of you shift your eyes to the source of the noise and hear your boss speaking through the door.

“Sorrana? Are you in there? I’ve got a customer that requested to see you. It’s someone new, a Mandalorian, shall I send him in?” she calls.

You and Sorrana exchange glances with the understanding that this Mandalorian was probably hired by the shark, who must have sent for him to take her in for a bounty. You make a split-second decision.

You make a motion for her to come closer and in a rushed whisper you say, “Take my keys and some credits. Get a taxi back to my place, okay? I’ll handle this. Hide in the closet and when we leave, go out the back.”

She opens her mouth to protest but you hold your hand up and motion for her to go. She nods and whispers, “Thank you so much” while hugging you tightly before another knock at the door echoes in the room.

“Be safe,” you urge her before she hides.

“She's not here right now,” you tell your boss as the door opens.

“Then what are you doing in Sorrana’s chamber?” she pries.

“Nothing, I just ran out of perfume and I know Sorana doesn’t mind sharing so I just came here to freshen up… You said there’s a customer here?” you say quickly.

“Oh, yes. A Mandalorian is here asking for Sorrana but I suppose I’ll have to tell him to return another time since she’s gone for the night,” she says, still slightly suspicious of you.

“Let me talk to him. Maybe I can be of service to him tonight, since he’s already made the trip here,” you suggest.

Your boss shrugs her shoulders and waves for you to follow her back into the main lobby of the brothel. You see the Mandalorian clad in shining armor under an earthen toned cape, hands placed on his hips as he waits for your boss to return with Sorrana.

“I'm sorry sir, I've been mistaken, Sorrana isn’t here tonight. However, this lovely lady has assured me that she can take care of whatever you may need,” she explains, gesturing to you.

He turns to you as he examines you through the black visor of his helmet.

“Do you know where I can find Sorrana?” he asks.

“We can discuss that and anything else you want back in my private chambers,” you reply, dancing a fine line between appearing like the flirt your boss expects you to be while still tempting the Mandalorian with the promise of information.

He pauses for a minute before following you to the back of the brothel to your room. You spend the short stroll to the back of the building with your mind racing, trying to think of ways to lead him on and buy as much time for Sorrana as you can. This man is on a mission, and just from his demeanor in the lobby you can tell he’s only here for that purpose– so simply trying to have sex with him probably won’t be enough to distract him. He'd just lose interest the moment he believes that there’s no information to be gained from talking with you and write you off as a sex worker angling for a payday.

The two of you enter your room and you instruct him to take a seat in the bed while you press the button and close the door. When you turn around he’s still standing in the center of the room.

“Where's Sorrana?” he asks, getting straight to the point just as you predicted.

“Take your cock out” trying to throw him off by getting straight to your point.

“Excuse me? No, I won't be doing that. I’m here because you told me we could speak in private,” he replies before adding, “If you have nothing to help me find her, I’ll be on my way.”

“I can give you the information you need, but first I want you to take your cock out. I’ve never seen a Mandalorian’s cock. Satisfy my curiosity and I’ll satisfy yours,” you tease.

There's a long silence before he utters, “It’s easier than a shootout I suppose,” before unzipping the fly of his flight suit, revealing his cock. You spend the next few moments taking in the sight, you didn’t expect him to actually do it; let alone so quickly.

“Satisfied?” he asks as he begins to put it away.

“Not yet. I want to see it hard,” you snap back.

He stops reaching for his fly and gazes up at you before replying with, “I want information”.

“Sorrana was here earlier but she left. There’s some information for you. If you want more, get it hard.” you say, trying to string him further along.

You can’t help but notice how broad he is, and truthfully, you had never seen a mandalorian’s cock before. It’s a sight to behold but you remind yourself of your goal to prevent yourself from getting distracted.

“Fine, but I'll want something more specific than that in exchange” he sighs, before reaching down to slowly stroke himself hard for you.

A silence fills the room for a few moments before you hear him let out a low, muffled, groan and see his cock begin to rise. You notice his dark visor fixated on you, taking in your form to help himself get hard quicker.

“Does staring at me like that help you out?” you tease.

“Yes… It does,” he says, almost moaning the words out.

“How adorable,” you play, before instructing him further, “Hands off.”

“I'm only half hard though?” he replies, letting his hands fall to his sides. “I thought you wanted to see it hard?” he says, seeming almost frustrated with the missing sensation.

“I do, but I want to watch it get hard and with your hand on it I won't get the whole view,” you explain to him.

“Humor me, I want to watch your cock rise and you said that looking at me is getting you there,” you continue.

“So? …You want me to get hard just looking at you?” he asks

“Exactly, hands behind your back now. I don’t want anything in the way, let me see that cock get hard with a clear view,” you say, taking a more dominant tone.

This will buy Sorrana more time as well, you assure yourself.

He follows your instructions and takes the stance you described, “Like this?” he asks, with his cock hanging in the air. You can sense a slight feeling of nervousness or maybe even embarrassment coming from the Mandalorian in his exposed state.

“Exactly, stay just like that for me,” you say as you stroll to the other side of the room before taking a seat on the edge of the bed and crossing your legs.

He stands there, in the center of the room with his cock out, and hands behind his hips with his erection growing as his visor scans you from top to bottom, and back up again. You lean back, placing your hands on the bed and notice the visor is fixated on your cleavage. You stand up in front of him, and slip off the rest of your clothes before sitting back on the edge of the bed, this time you spread your legs and expose your cunt to him. His cock twitches more with the new visual stimulation. As you begin gently touching your clit with one hand, and lightly tug your nipple with the other, his cock grows even harder in front of you. When he achieves a full erection a few drops of precum leak from the tip.

“There, are you satisfied yet? Where is Sorrana?” he groans.

“Alright, don't get so… worked up,” you reply in a sultry tone.

As you finish your sentence you notice the head of his cock is wet with precum, the dim light of the room reflects off of his glistening tip, as well as his metallic chestplate and helmet, illuminating his thick shaft.

“She was nervous when I saw her, that was maybe an hour ago?” you add, attempting to mislead his investigation by giving him a false timeline.

“Did she say where she was going?” he asks.

“Stroke it,” you tell him. “Stroke it for me and I’ll tell you more.”

“This is ridiculous,” he begins, reaching down for his fly once more before adding, “I’ll find her myself.”

As he bends to cover himself, you extend your bare leg forward, tapping the tip of his member with your foot, causing him to freeze.

“Just stroke it for me. Trust me, it’ll be so much easier than starting your search from scratch… And I’ve kept my word so far, haven't I? Besides, wouldn’t it feel nice to stroke yourself to my naked body?” you say with a smirk.

He silently grasps his cock once again, and begins stroking the length of it while holding back quiet moans beneath his helmet.

After a few minutes of obeying your latest set of commands, he asks “How long do you want me to continue this for?”

“Until I tell you to stop of course… Now stroke it a little slower for me. I don't want to miss anything,” you tell him.

At this point you begin to pick up that he’s building up toward climax, which is perfect for you because you need his focus on that instead of continuing his line of questioning. You can’t deny that this situation has you turned on, too. You admit to yourself that you’d like to feel him inside of you, but you shouldn’t. You have to stay focused on buying time, by keeping him horny and distracted.

He slows his pace just as you told him to, his cock now dripping precum onto his pants. This pace must be so frustrating for him, his hips begin pushing forward into his stroke as his hand meets his base.

You cut the silence, “Did I say you could fuck your fist?”

He stammers for a few seconds, realizing what he had been doing in his aroused state.

“I-I… No, you didn’t.”

“That’s right, I didn’t. So why did you start? Getting a little carried away? Follow my instructions to the word, or I won’t be sharing any other details with you. Understood?“ you snap at him.

“Yes, I understand,” he replies in a soft tone.

“What do you understand?” you ask him.

“I will follow your instructions to the word, and you’ll give me the details I need to find Sorrana,” he says with shaky breaths.

“Good, I’m so glad we’re finally on the same page, now stroke it faster for me,” you demand.

“Yes, of course,” he submits.

He begins pumping his fist up and down his hardened cock, his visor shifting from your eyes to your chest, and down to your legs, but never averting from you. You stand up from the bed and tell him to drop to his knees. He hesitates for a second, as if processing everything that’s happened so far and how he got in this situation, but drops down in compliance.

“I hear that you’re not allowed to remove that helmet, is that true?” you ask.

“It is. It’s part of my creed,” he answers, looking up at you still stroking himself at a quickened pace.

“That's a shame,” you tease, stepping toward him. You lean forward and press your chest against the mandalorian’s dark visor, wrapping a hand around the back of his head to press him further into you.

“I’ve noticed that you’ve taken a liking to my chest. Too bad this is the best you can hope for with your creed holding you back.”

You hear him almost growling from within his helmet.

“So close, yet so far away,” you continue teasing.

His growls turn to moans and his pace increases even faster, he’s desperate. You can only imagine the frustration he must be feeling at this moment. You pull away from him and turn around, pausing with your ass in front of him.

“Well we know how you feel about the view of my chest, what do you think of this?” you playfully ask.

“I…enjoy this, too.” he admits.

“Oh you can do better than that, what do you enjoy so much about it?” you tease.

“I…think you have a nice… backside,” he says, feeling a bit embarrassed.

“Oh yeah?” you chuckle, “Come on, what do you like about my backside?” trying to hold back your laughter at the formal term he used for your ass.

“You have a nice waist, and I like the curve of your hips,” he pants, stroking quicker than before.

“Is that all?” you reply.

“No… You have nice legs too. I think the shape of them is… attractive,” he answers.

His praises make you tingle with excitement. And the unique sense of power you wield over him in this moment is almost intoxicating. You can feel yourself getting wetter with each command he obeys. You’ve had submissive clients in the past from time to time who’d pay for a kinky night out with you, but this is something different. Not only because you promised information he urgently needs, but because he needs this; he’s starving for it.

“Hands off. Now,” you tell him, glancing over your shoulder. He’s panting, his chest rapidly rising and falling as his cock twitches for you.

“Such a good listener, I want you to get on the bed. Lay on your back with your arms above your head.”

He obeys your instructions once again. As he situates himself you tiptoe over to him and take his cock in your hand.

“Fuck it,” you order.

He pauses for a moment, as if trying to think of a snappy way to respond to you but his mind is blank. Then, he begins thrusting in the palm of your hand, moaning as you tease him by changing between a more firm, satisfying grip and a much lighter, looser, almost feather-light touch. His orgasm is building up as you relentlessly tease him and his mind becomes lost in a fog.

“How does that feel?” you ask, already sure of his answer.

“It’s frustrating, but at the same time…the building tension is unbelievable,” he admits.

“I could tell. Be a good boy and keep fucking my hand. Show me how much you enjoy it,” you say, becoming more amused as you pull out this Mandalorian’s submissive side.

He follows your orders and continues sliding his cock against your palm. It’s thick, and long, too. He’s so turned on by you, thrusting into your hand and panting beneath you.

“I’m going to cum,” he tells you.

“No, you’re not,” you say, letting go of his cock completely, “Not yet, at least,” you add.

“Why?” he almost cries out, “Why did you stop?” he asks, gripping the sheets in with fingers as his cock pulses on the brink of orgasm.

“Hold it. Control yourself if you want to hear any more information,” you hiss.

He calms himself, regaining control of his breathing and transitioning from desperate panting to drawing slow shaky breaths. You see his hands relax as he releases his grip on the sheets.

“Very good. Now, let’s see how you handle this.”

You then crawl over him, positioning yourself above his cock. You touch your cunt gathering some of your own wetness and spreading it over his length before touching the tip to your entrance.

“Please,” begs.

“Please, what?” you tease, rubbing his tip back and forth against your wet cunt.

“Please, sit on it,” he whimpers.

You lower yourself onto him, sensation is intense as you stretch to fit him inside. He moans in frustration as you sit still on his eager cock. He begins making short thrusts up into your cunt before remembering he must only do as you say and forcing himself to stop.

“Good boy,” you giggle, “I bet you want to cum so bad,” you whisper to him.

“Yes…I do,” he moans, no longer able to feign any sort of self-control.

“Then wait for instructions, if you feel yourself getting close to the edge you need to tell me. Understood?” you say, as you place your hands on his cool metallic chestplate and begin rocking back and forth.

“Understood... and then you’ll tell me what I need to know?... Right?” he pleads.

You give him silence, leaving his mind racing in as you look down at him and continue rocking your hips. You feel your orgasm building up as you’re hit with wave after wave of pleasure, each one more intense than the last. You lean forward on your hands, giving him a clear view of your chest as you pick up your pace. The feeling of being full is beyond belief. Your cunt feels like it’s melting around his cock and you come undone. You ride the high out until you sit still on him, catching your breath as he twitches inside you.

“I’m on the edge… Can I cum now?” he asks with anticipation in his voice.

“Not so fast... I’m not finished with you yet. Beg me for it.” you reply, with a devilish grin on your face.

“Seems a little… unfair,” he points out, still throbbing inside you, fighting to hold himself back as your release runs down his shaft onto his balls.

“Do you want my pity?” you ask, as you reach back and take his balls in your hand, gently fondling them to keep him right on the edge.

“So big and full, been a while, hasn’t it?” you say, adding. “Beg me to let you cum,” with a serious tone underlining your command.

“Is it that obvious?…I travel a lot for work. It’s not often I get the chance to be physical with someone,” he says between breaths, struggling to hold himself back as you play and tease his balls

“Sounds lonely,” you say, almost feeling bad for him at the moment.

“It can be,” he says, letting out a sigh.

“What can I call you? I know we’re well past introductions, but you must have a name,” you ask.

“Mando is fine,” he replies in a monotone voice, as you roll his balls in your fingers.

You feel his balls tighten and his cock throbbing even more and he breaks, “Please… May I please cum now?” he begins begging.

His serious demeanor fading away entirely as he turns to putty in your hands.

“How bad do you want it?” you question.

“I…need it...please…give me permission to cum,” he begs, even more desperate than before.

You raise your satisfied cunt off of him, and the vexed Mandalorian lets out what can only be described as a whimper in the absence of the feeling you gave him just moments ago. Then you crawl forward and hover your soaked cunt over the dark tinted visor of his helmet.

“So close, but so far away, it must be so aggravating for you, Mando. Stroke yourself to the sight of my cunt pressed against your helmet until you cum. Then thank me,” you command.

“Yes, of course, thank you,” he replies, thankful to hear that command but wishing he could have filled you with his release.

He begins reaching for his cock, just as you ordered, but you interrupt him when he wraps his hand around his cock to issue one final instruction.

“One more thing, Mando. I want to hear you say something, I want to hear you telling me that my cunt is your creed as you stroke yourself over the edge,” you declare in a cold tone, before lowering yourself against his visor.

He almost shivers with anticipation at the sight before replying with a whining, “Do I have to?”

“This is the way,” you say, mocking his creed.

“Okay, fine… Anything else?”

“No, you can go ahead, you’ve earned it,” you say, finally permitting him his climax.

Then he begins stroking himself, slow at first building up speed and rhythmically thrusting his hips into his hand as his grip meets the base, over and over again until you hear him moaning beneath you.

“Your cunt is my creed,” he whispers.

“Again, louder, or I’ll have you stop,” you threaten.

“Your cunt is my creed,” he quickly moans out, this time projecting his voice to avoid being denied by you any more.

“Now cum for me,” you order, as his release shoots out, covering his hand, cock, and lap in a glistening mess.

“Thank you,” he pants, repeating the phrase over and over again in total gratitude, still stroking his throbbing length as his high comes to a close and he catches his breath.

You climb off of him and step off the edge of the bed, quickly slipping into your clothes and darting for the door. Before you make your exit, you take one look back at the scene of what just happened. The sheets bunched, Mando’s cock out, the trail of his precum leading to the bed, his cum stained flight suit, and your release smeared across his visor.

As the door seals behind you, you hear the muffled sound of Mando calling out for you after the realization clicks.

“Wait a minute, you still haven’t told me where Sorrana is!” he shouts.

You don’t respond, you’re already long gone, having quickly made your way out of the back of the brothel while he puts himself back together. You sneak into a taxi, leaving him behind.

You’re such a good friend to have.

End note: Everyone say ✨thank you David✨

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trendywaifus · 11 months

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Okay okay, babe, idk how to word it BUT do you know that one trend? Where someone puts lipstick on themselves and then it slips off the lips? 😭😭 And they or someone rubs it off and the camera pans to the other person? THIS, BUT WITH STELLA AND KAFKA? I AM ON MY KNEES BEGGING

standdddd uppp nowww! I hope I done it correctly!

“ hey woman, what’s the hold up? where are you and (name)? me and blade are waiting for you two by the ship! “ sliver yells impatiently at her phone as her magenta—haired colleague appears on the accepted video call. her brow furrowed at how disheveled kafka looked compared to her usual appearance. her fringes messily hovered over her eyes, the contact lenses she normally wears wasn’t even on—instead, her light purple hues were more visible and lively. she barely had on any makeup except for the red lipstick and even then, it seemed like it was sloppily done and smudged.

“ sorry for the wait darling, i have a little distraction here, we’ll be there. “ she apologies lowly, smiling down at the camera. sliver wolf rolls her eyes as kafka glances off to her side, her smile grew wider. what seems like to be your hand moves into the frame and attempts to wipe the smudge from the corner of her lips.

“ i’m so over it with you two. “ sliver wolf mutters, annoyed as the camera pans over to you. your face was covered with lipstick stains, looking absolutely dumbfounded as your eyes caught on to sliver wolf’s. “ k-kafka, you crazy woman! “ you smacked the phone away from your face, the aforementioned woman giggles before the phone call ended.

“ i can’t believe those two. . “ the hacker sighs exasperatedly then turns her head towards blade who had his arms crossed with dissatisfaction after hearing the whole ordeal. “ i guess we will have to waste even more time to wait for those two clowns. “

he merely grunts with a shrug, “ typical. “

“ (name), are you wearing lipstick? “ march asks, curiosity laced with her voice. she quints at you from the other end of the screen and you chuckle nervously, “ w-well, i kinda wanted to try it on, y’know? “ she stares at you suspiciously, “ but why is it smudged? “

“ because it’s my first time, it’s not going to be perfect march. so, why did you video call me? “

she definitely wasn’t buying that but she decided to shrug it off. “ stelle isn’t answering her phone and i wanna ask you if you seen her around. “ she blinks in confusion when your eyes immediately travels somewhere off screen for a few seconds before returning your attention back to her. you smile playfully, “ yeah. I know where she is. “ on cue, stelle’s hand came into view, clumsily smearing more of the smudge from the crevices of your red stained lips.

march’s gasp was dramatic when the camera switched over to stelle who was casually covered with lipstick prints. she waves at the camera with her other hand, “ did you need me march? “ there was a few moments of silence before a small click! fills your ears and afterwards a loud zwoop! indicating the call ended.

“ uhhh stelle, did she just take a screenshot of you and leave? “

“ yeah. “

“ she’s going to show and tell everyone, isn’t she? “

“ yup. “

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chrisevansonly · 1 year

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Uhhh hiii!!!🥺

Can we get some fluff protective bf Chris when you (the reader) hurts yourself after Chris scared you? (Nothing big just like a scratch or sprain?)🥺🥺🥺

Just A Bruise

pairing: chris evans x female reader

summary: prank wars are usually fun and games until someone ends up with a little bump…

warnings: none really, minor injury, very sweet chris

a/n: hi lovely anon, thank you for requesting!! i’m getting back into my inbox finally, i know i’ve been slacking with that recently, so I apologize! i’m going to try and work through that, and I might do a harry blurb to this too cause i found this request v sweet<3

Anyone that knew Chris knew he was an avid prankster from videos with his brother, to his friends and other family members, so naturally you were more than aware that he would more than likely get you in on his antics. You were quite a calm person, usually sticking to yourself and your work most days, Chris always loving that softness you added to your shared home, but deep down he loved how easy it was to scare the absolute shit out of you.

There were few times where you weren’t having it, whether it be after a bad day or if you were under stress with a deadline for work, but today probably topped the times he probably should not have scared you.

He was lucky you were as forgiving as you were.

After finishing up some much needed files before you took 3 weeks vacation to travel some of Europe with Chris and his family. In retrospect you should have realized your missing boyfriend was up to something when the house was too quiet, because although there was always a certain sombreness to the house, Chris still managed to fill it with noise.

“Chris?”

Huffing softly you walked down the stairs and moved towards the living room, he was still nowhere to be found, up until you turned past the couch and he jumped out from behind it yelling

“Boo!”

He laughed as you screamed, a hand coming up to your chest but that soon stopped after you tripped backwards on the corner of the love seat and landed straight on your hip, hitting the corner of the coffee table

“ow ow ow”

You lay flat on the floor a mixture of laughing and crying because honestly you were in some pain

“Fuck..honey-y/n you okay?”

“I hate you.”

He knew you were joking but he couldn’t help but kneel next to you, his hands holding your face gently as he wiped some of the tears away

“I’m so sorry baby, really are you okay?”

Blinking up at him you nodded

“My hip hurts, but i’m fine”

Chris helped you up his features full of regret as he watched you wince, his hand moving to check your hip noting the deep black and purple bruise that was beginning to form

“Here, sit on the couch i’ll get you some ice”

“Chris i’m-”

“Please..”

You could see how bad he felt, and despite it being an accident you did as he told, settling yourself down onto the couch waiting for him to bring you some ice. Moments later he’d brought over some water, an ice pack and a few snacks for you

“Here…got some snacks, water and some ice for your hip”

You smiled patting the spot next to you

“Thank you my love, it was an accident you know, I forgive you”

“I still hurt you”

Letting out a quiet laugh you leaned over to press a kiss to his cheeks

“Chris baby, I love you, it was an accident, maybe let’s take a break from the pranks…at least until my hip isn’t falling off?”

That got a laugh out of Chris which made you feel a bit better knowing he really did feel bad for hurting you

“I love you too, I can do that..no more pranks”

Did you really think he’d be able to hold off on the no pranking rule until your hip felt better? No, but you had some of your own tricks up your sleeve, and maybe the hurt hip would come in handy more than you thought it would.

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kneelingshadowsalome · 7 months

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Belly dancer reader got me thinking about König with an Arab Engel who is hypervocal about how much she likes him, Arabic has some intense terms of endearment so her telling him تقبرني which basically means "bury me in a grave because I don't want to live without you" or calling him habib albi (love of my heart). making him an absolute FEAST for breakfast because what do you mean you just want a sandwich? you are getting at LEAST 5 different plates to choose from plus some nice tea while they listen to Fairuz ✨

I like to think he would LOVE how possessive Arab women can get, man can't compliment a woman without getting side eyed by his girl and scolded when they're in the car and gets the full sass "go sit on her lap then, since you want to act like a little boy 🙄" we're hella physical too so he should expect a slap on the arm or to be bitten on the cheek as warning lol.

he leaves for deployment smelling of incense and oud, rich, spicy and sensual. she gives him some perfume oil as both something to remember her by and to ward of any potential women who might want some (girl, who? you're the only one insane enough to handle him XD) plus some charms to keep him safe <3

I’m sorry but why is this so HELLA CUTE

Our man gets a feast for breakfast? He’s in heaven and let me tell you he needs it, König eats huge amounts of food, he needs a lot of fuel and his metabolism is crazy quick and if he doesn’t get enough to eat he starts to feel grumpy or even dizzy >:( Would someone please slip some protein bars into this man's tactical vest before he leaves on a mission so he doesn't kill everyone on his team?

And he’s all possessive but wait a minute, a woman getting possessive of him? Is this even happening? (Also please the way I laughed my ass off at the “Go sit on her lap then, since you want to act like a little boy” LMAO König is in love. He will sit only and ever in your lap now.)

And please don’t get physical with him! Do not get physical unless you want to get squeezed (possessively) or slapped on the butt (lovingly) or get your tits and neck and hips covered in love bites after that. König will return all grabbiness and biting and violation of personal space tenfold.

And uhhh König has a serious scent kink did I ever tell you? So if he can still smell you or of you when he sadly has to leave, our boy will be in a much calmer mood when he’s doing his dirty nasty kind of disturbing job to get the money to buy you everything you want.

König is getting so much love and attention and food he can't take it all in 🥺 All those endearment terms and poetic cooings are about to turn him into a 6'10 marshmallow 🥺 And CHARMS? To keep him safe?? Please no more, this man is about to flop.

#this is my roman empire #i'm sorry but this is exquisite *mwah* chef's fucking kiss #and the ENDEARMENT TERMS gahh seriously get out of here #that's some next level shit #answered

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nattinatalia · 1 year

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Jack Harlow x Reader x Son : Instagram AU

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ezharlow Boston 📍 anything fun to do here?

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jackharlow We’re here for work, what do you mean fun????

ezharlow No, you’re here for work. I just came for the free ride.

yourusername Ezequiel 🤦🏻‍♀️

alizemiaharlow You’re ugly.

ezharlow Your father!

alizemiaharlow 😳

cassiewyatt LMAAAOOOO tio Jack is going to slap him upside the head.

ezharlow He already did 🙄 thanks

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ezharlow Someone come get this old man, he doesn’t know how to act at his old age!!!!!

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yourusername He’s not old, deja a tu papá, stop making fun of my husband!!!!!

ezharlow Mom, why are you always defending him?

yourusername Because he’s my man and I’m gonna stick besides him 🫶🏼🤞🏼

jackharlow That’s right!!!!!!! Ez, is time to give up, she’ll never leave me!!!!

ezharlow Yeah, I’m starting to realize that!!!!

user Im wondering if this is their regular bickering father-son thing or Ez grew up hating Jack 🤔

user Right? He’s always coming for his neck in the comments.

ezharlow I’m sorry you can’t joke around with your dad. Leave your daddy issues away from my dad and me.

cassiewyatt *cries in daddy issues*

urbanwyatt Come again?

cassiewyatt No not me, them!!!!!

alizemiaharlow 😭😭😭😭😭

user Cass you sure you don’t have daddy issues? Since your parents divorced at a young age and Urban left you?

cassiewyatt Lmaooo, no I don’t have daddy issues. I’m well aware of my parents history, since I lived it. My dad never left me, nor my mom, what you failed to see was that I was always with both of them unless they had to work. They both were very hands on during my childhood, so don’t worry about me and my issues, because I might have a lot of them, but daddy issues or mommy issues aren’t one or two of them 😘

ezharlow What you’re not about to do is come for my family under my posts. This is why I barley even do social media. You “fans” feel entitled to my parents and to my uncle, it’s annoying. So consider yourself blocked.

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ezharlow My best friend for life 😊🤞🏼 throwback with momma ❤️

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yourusername My baby boy 🥺 extraño cuando estabas así de chiquito 😩 te amo.

ezharlow Te amo momma ❤️

alizemiaharlow Mommy’s boy at it’s finest 😂

ezharlow Sure am and what about it?

yourbestiename I took these 😩 you were the cutest little boy ever!!!!!!! Always wanting to be next to your mom.

jackharlow He still does with his annoying ass

yourusername 😭😭😭😭😭

ezharlow Why are you whining? We’ve come to a realization that she will always pick you over me 🙄

jackharlow You finally get it 😂🤭

yourusername Aht aht 👎🏼 I take no sides

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ezharlow Fit of the day 🤞🏼

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cassiewyatt I need to get you in the bedroom fits page asap!!!

urbanwyatt Uhhh nooo. I handed that over to you for YOUR fits, not his!!!

ezharlow You’re so jealous

urbanwyatt Of you kid? Never!!!!!!

alizemiaharlow 🔥 🔥

jackharlow You’re welcome 🙄

ezharlow For what exactly?

jackharlow You got good style because of me.

ezharlow OHHH OKAAYYY OLD MAN

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ezharlow They’re apart for a week and my mom somehow can’t find a chair to sit on 🙄. Side note, the little demon spawns are growing and I know I joke a lot, but I’m excited to be a big brother!

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yourusername What do you mean? Your father is my chair, my favorite chair at that 🤭

jackharlow 😋 😋

ezharlow Oh come on 😡 keep the nasty off my page.

alizemiaharlow You’re finally able to say you’re a big brother 🙌🏼 😭

ezharlow Now can you stop calling me little brother all the time? It’s annoying.

alizemiaharlow No because that’s what you are tonto.

cassiewyatt They’re the cutest 🥺 excited for the twins to get here 😭

druski They’ve always been annoying, I would’ve of thought after many years they would’ve gotten sick of each other 🙄 🤮

ezharlow I’m only allowed to come for them and make fun of them, you? Not so much so leave them alone.

jackharlow 😂🙌🏼

allabouttheharlows You’ve been really active on social media this week. Love that.

ezharlow You’ll have to thank my dad for that. For someone who hated being on social media himself, he’s schooling me about being active.

allabouttheharlows Thank you dad jackharlow 🤭🤭🤭🤭😊😊😊😊

jackharlow Lmao

user so is Ez single????

jackharlow Good question….. he did get lots of girls numbers while on our trip.

selenosunni left and right talking about “call me sometime sexy”

cozane When a girl handed Jack a paper and he didn’t want to get it but once she said it was for EZ 😭😭😭😭😭 Jacks entire face changed Lmaoo

shloob EZ SHOW ME YOUR WAYS!!!!!

ezharlow It’s that Harlow blood

jackharlow So which girl are you going to call?

yourusername JACKMAN!!!!!!!

jackharlow I’m curious that’s all, don’t you want to know who your future daughter in law would be? Get to know her? Or are you going to scare every girl away?

yourusername He’s not allowed to go to work trips with any of you anymore.

yourusername Bye, don’t make me out to be a toxic mom, I’m more than excited to see who my babies end up with, but all in good timing. NO RUSH YOU HEAR ME KIDS!!!!!!?????

ezharlow LMAAAOOO

alizemiaharlow Welcome to my world!!!!!!!!!!

ezharlow I don’t like your world!!!!!

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celabi · 1 year

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I’m sorry but scummy scara has been living in my head rent free and I’m always checking your blog to see if you’ve posted more about him alsjshsk.

Here’s some of my brainrot about him:

✩ he once noticed you forgot to eat a few times and now he’s insisted on making lunch for you a few times a week! (Ei’s very shocked to find him in the kitchen with one of her cook books open but after an outburst from him, she doesn’t question it further). He brings you all sorts of things he’s made and watches in delight as you eat it all. You don’t need to know that his cum has been mixed into everything and he’s tucking himself in as close to the table as possible so you can’t see how hard he is as the thought of a part of him being inside of you as you go about your day. It comforts him to know that even when you go to your separate homes at the end of the day, there’s still a part of him with you.

✩ similarly, he’s always worried that you’re not drinking enough and so he’s offering his water bottle to you all the time!! Yeah, it’s so he can have something that you’ve put your mouth on but if you’re staying hydrated too then it’s a win for both of you, right? You don’t need to know how he’ll savour the taste of you (or even your lipgloss) on the bottle when he’s alone.

✩ on the note of makeup, I’m sure your lip balm/stick/gloss/whatever will always go missing because he’s always stealing them. You don’t know that either though, you just know that your friend Scara is kind enough to give you some money when you’re upset about losing your makeup so you can buy some more! He just loves using them and fantasising about how you’ll taste when he kisses you!!

✩ also Scara helping you with some class project and he has this super cool trick to help you filter through searches, he just has to download something for you! Yeah he does what he says but while he does “all the boring technical stuff” that he says you don’t need to pay attention to, he’s downloading his own malware that lets him access your computer remotely whenever he wants. He’ll get off to your pretty face through your webcam when he returns home and omg imagine he finds out about your tumblr blog!

Oof sorry that was a lot lol. I have a few other idea but I’ll save those for another ask ;) Can I be 🫧 anon or 🪷 if bubble is already taken? Hope you had a good Christmas :)

Love this so much, 🫧 anon, welcome 🥺🫶

He’s soooo freaking cute, how he stares at you with excitement bubbling up in his chest when you bite down into the sandwich he had so generously made for you the night before. Wether he used the excuse of ‘I accidentally made a second one’ or not, none of it mattered because when he saw the way your eyes lit up as he handed it to you, or how you so adorably thanked him for his thoughtfulness— he knew he had just gained a few extra points towards his end goal.

“Hm? Theres a weird after taste the mayonnaise leaves on your tongue? Oh, I’m sure it just cause… it’s a knock off brand! So don’t worry about it too much.” He’s smiling at you so innocently, with pure looking eyes that you don’t even bother to pry any longer— and instead accept the offering he had made (specifically) for you. Lol, there’s no possible way he would have mixed his cum inside! Not a chance.

“Speaking of mayonnaise… there’s a little bit uhhh.. right here. Allow me.” Scaramouche knows he’s too impatient, and can’t bother to wait for your response— so he’s quickly leaning in close and brushing his thumb over the edge of your mouth, and ever so slightly slipping his finger between your lips to awkwardly push the sauce against your teeth. He’s blushing profusely about the closeness of your bodies and the way your tongue almost automatically lols out to lick the residue off his thumb, and you’re embarrassed because wow! That’s kinda… embarrassing. Hmm, wonder why my good friend and classmate, Scaramouche is so flushed red and sweating.

I love your brain so much :(( so cute and wholesome Aww. Lmao imagine if you didn’t have a webcam, he’d go home sulking about how his plan was ruined. Maybe he could snag your phone number instead, so he doesn’t have to email you 😕

Hope you have a happy holidays !! 🫶 thanks for interacting, 🫧 <3 (sorry this was so short and rushed, I have family over for New Years!))

#🫧 anon #scummy scara :(#genshin impact x reader #scaramouche x reader #genshin impact smut #x female reader

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can i request a bruce wayne smut where the reader is falcone's daughter and bruce uses her to get out informations of her dad but in the end the woman realises what he is into and they have like rough sex kind of...

⋆୨୧ ;; piece of cake

→ ⋆୨୧ ;; who knew falcone’s daughter opens her legs for anybody?

→ 🩰;; falcone!fem!reader , smut , reader is falcone’s daughter , uhhh keep reading ig 🤷🏽‍♀️ , reader’s looks . skin tone . nor hair type is described

“speak.” the masked crusader dressed in black stared back at you. you were surprised you weren’t tied up. usually in these cases, the victim would be tied up. “what am i doing here?” “your father, falcone, is protecting someone very dangerous. and i need to know who.”

you squint at him, “you think i know who it is?” he steps a little closer to you. “you can find out. your father will be hosting a gala. i need your help.” help? “why would i help you?” that’s your father for christ’s sake. he could go to prison.

“do you want people dying on your father’s account? or do you want to save a few lives?”

“put these in.” he slid you a case with contacts in them. “why? my sight is decent.” you slid them back. he groans before grabbing your neck, holding you still while he puts in the contacts. “they record whatever you see.” he points to one of the many tvs on his large black desk.

“okay, inspector gadget. what am i supposed to be looking for?” “you? nothing. i’ll tell you what to say and who to tell to?” you nod, grabbing your purse before leaving his cave.

“can you see?” you whisper. “yes, look to the right.” turning your head, a sketchy bald man was staring at you, waving. “don’t make me talk to him.” “we need information.” you close your eyes, swallowing your protests before waltzing over to the man.

“hey there, handsome.” please shut the fuck up. the feeling of needing to puke crept up on you. this better be worth it. “saw you cross the room, didn’t think falcone’s daughter would take interest in me.” i don’t. “care to have a drink?”

a few rounds of alcohol later, you have the man sobbing about a bad thing he’s done. “and your father—don’t even get me started. he forced me to kill some guy and,” he hiccups, “i don’t want to do it.” he shoves his face in his hands, ashamed. god, he’s so annoying. “i’m sorry, uh…guy.”

the guy looks up at you, getting closer. “you won’t do anything, right?” this was your breaking point. the man had made you uncomfortable from the start. and now he’s acting like a child.

you took off, leaving him there to continue sobbing. “what are you doing?! he had something!” "then you try doing them this." you rip the earpiece out, stomping on it before fleeing to your place.

"fucking asshole." you had gotten into some comfortable clothes and decided to call it a night. "who's an asshole?" you shriek as he stands there, in your room. "how did you find where i live?!"

he walks closer to you, his chest touching yours. "you still have the contacts in." he smiled, but it had a glint of mischief that made your skin crawl. shit. "i don't like when people back down. we had that." "no, you had that. i didn't want any parts of this." you corrected.

his gloved hand cups your cheek, making you shiver. "then why did you accept the offer?" his eyes trail from your face down to your body. "my eyes are up here." he hums. "would you be mad if i kissed you right now?" he questions.

before you could answer, he leans closer to you, his lips dragging over yours. his hands grip around your upper thighs, soon throwing you on your bed. what is going on right now- your thoughts were interrupted as your pants were ripped from your legs, along with your underwear. "you were gettin' wet." he points out. by the sound of his tone, you could tell he was smirking. "i'm not going to make you wait any longer." he kisses your thigh before taking off his bottoms.

his throbbing length prodding at your whole. "i need to know if you want this." you nod. finally, he bottomed into you, the both of you groaning. his cock had split you in half. you had never been with someone this big. "m-move."

your eyes screwed shut as he began to thrust, his tip kissing the inside of your spongy walls. your toes curled at the pleasure. "my god. don't-don't stop." your hands made their way to his shoulders. his thrusts gradually get harder. your hole squeezed around his length, his head thrown back, "fuck, wish i had done this sooner."

you didn't know how this man was, but you knew you had felt something for him. "where do you want it?" "i'm on the pill." he nods, thrusting harder. his hips began to stutter as he got closer to his orgasm.

suddenly, he picked you up by your waist, hitting you at a different angle. "oh my-" you gripped at his shoulder even harder, the pleasure was overwhelming. the band in your stomach finally ripped, your arousal covering his length. "good girl." he whispers in your ear. he stammered as he finish inside of you.

he laid the both of you on your bed, him still being inside of you. the both of you stared at each other for a while. "who are you under that mask?" your thumb rubbed over his cowl. his hand wrapped around yours, "we'll get there."

author's note ;; this shit might be the worst i've ever written. i'm sorry for the wait.

taglist ;; @iluvrpattzz

#ˑ༄ؘ ۪۪۫۫ ▹ bruce wayne . 💸◃ ۪۪۫۫ ༄ؘ ˑ #bruce wayne x reader #bruce wayne smut #bruce wayne #dividers by @v6gue

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widowwaddles · 1 year

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Don’t Go Baking My Heart

Summary: After a breakup, you decide to pack up your life and move to Westview. A coworker recommends you join the local community's cooking class in order to settle into the new town. It sounded like a great idea, you could learn a new skill (that you desperately need) and meet new people. However, nothing could have prepared you for the green-eyed beauty you met during class. Maybe you'll end up leaving the class with more than just a basic understanding of cooking.

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Moving to a new town was never easy, especially immediately after a breakup, but it was a decision you decided to make. After being in a long-term relationship, you felt like you needed a fresh start and needed to find yourself again. It wasn’t the fault of your ex and you honestly didn’t notice at the time, but you slowly started to feel like you were drowning in the relationship. The wants and interests you had before started to fade over time in favor of the things that your ex wanted or what felt like the right moves for the relationship.

And that is how you ended up here, at the local community center’s cooking class. Since moving to Westview, you have been ordering takeout every day and while the restaurants around had delicious food, your wallet could no longer handle the late-night food extravaganzas. You couldn’t blame your past relationship for your lack of skills in the kitchen, so joining this class felt like a natural progression. A coworker recommended you check it out and you decided it was a good idea, plus it was a great way to meet new people in town.

As you walk into the room, you started looking around. There are 6 workstations, split into three rows with a much larger station at the front. Each station had a large amount of counter space with a sink at the end. You could see two small stools underneath each station. As you walk further into the room you observe a small group conversing near the front. You sit behind the farthest station, silently praying you aren’t taking someone's assigned spot. The longer you sit the more anxious you start to become. Everything is starting to hit you at once, all the decisions leading up to this moment.

Deciding to come here alone without knowing anyone else in Westview, besides your coworkers. What were you thinking? ‘Maybe it should have been better to come next month when you were more settled or at least able to bring someone with you’. Sitting here alone like the new kid in the class was bringing back unpleasant memories you wanted to forget. ‘Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to wait a little longer, you could even pick up the ingredients for sandwiches on the way home and just live off of that until then. Yeah, that actually sounds like a great plan’ you rationalize in your head. Coming to a decision, you rush towards the door, hoping you aren’t drawing any attention. Just as you were about to reach your final destination, you feel yourself crash into something...

More like someone.

“I’m so sorry” you rush out, extending your hand to the person you practically tackled. “I was not looking where I was going and-”

“Hey, I’m okay and it was an accident. I get it” they say while taking your hand. As you pull them up, you decide to get a good look at the person you knocked down.

Instantly you were mesmerized by green eyes.

Your heart immediately starts to race as you see her tuck the brown hair messily covering her face behind her ear. Your focus shifts to her lips, as her mouth, starts to move again, and you nod along lazily despite having no idea what she was saying. She eventually settles on a smile, and you feel your mouth forming into one as well when you look back into her eyes. She is looking at you expectantly, immediately snapping you out of the spell you were under. You felt embarrassment rush through your body as you thought of how long you’d spent looking at her without saying anything.

“Uhhh, I’m sorry. Could you repeat that again?” You say shyly, slightly diverting your eyes, knowing you would get lost the minute you looked back at hers.

“I said I haven’t seen you here before, are you new to town?” She repeats, with the same smile from before as she awaits your response.

“Yeah, I just moved here about a month ago for work. One of my coworkers had actually recommended this class to me and I thought it’d be a good idea to check it out. I’m hoping that by the end of it, my kitchen will actually look like someone uses it” you say jokingly, wanting to end your nervous ramble.

“I hope you are settling in well” she says. She turns her body to face the group that you originally saw when you first arrived. She smiles again. “This may be a small town, but everyone is welcoming. I don’t think you’ll have much trouble fitting in”.

Looking at her eyes, you can see how proud she felt about her fellow townspeople. As you follow her gaze, you can understand why. The group continues to converse animatedly before breaking out in laughter. You begin to feel more at ease, realizing this situation isn’t as intimidating as you had thought. You could do this. Feeling a new burst of confidence you turn back to the woman.

“I know we just met and I kind of ran you over, but would you… maybe want to sit next to me for class today?” You say, confidence slightly wavering as you finished the question. You quickly continue, before she could respond. “I mean, I don’t even know your name yet, but you’ve helped me feel more comfortable here than anyone else” you finish weakly, looking down at your hands. You can feel yourself being pulled into your thoughts as you start second-guessing the decision of asking her.

“Hey,” the woman says softly, interrupting the internal turmoil you were beginning to feel trapped in. You suddenly feel soft hands grabbing yours, only then do you realize they were slightly shaking. “Everything is okay, you haven’t done anything wrong,” she says as if she could instantly read where your mind had gone. “Just breathe for me, okay?” she asks softly. Looking back up and meeting her eyes, you a deep breath, following her request. She squeezes your hands after sensing you were much calmer than you were a moment ago.

“Feeling better?” she asks, with a small smile.

“Yeah, much better” You reply, smiling back. “Thanks”.

“No problem… and now is the perfect time to introduce ourselves,” she says jokingly, you laugh alone welcoming the change in topic. “I’m Wanda and you are…?” grinning as she awaits your response.

“Y/n,” you say, mimicking the grin on her face before continuing again. “And thank you again, Wanda. I’ve been a bit of a mess since I’ve been here, that’s kinda why I ran into you before. It’s been a long day” you confess, taking a long breath.

“It’s okay, I can understand how overwhelming it can feel moving to a new place. I remember what it was like when I first moved here. I wasn’t any better” she says, with a far-off look in her eyes. “But it gets easier.”

Before you could respond, you see her eyes widen as she looks at the clock. “Class should be starting soon” she rushes out. “But to answer your question from before, I-”

“Well, if it isn’t my favorite new hire,” a voice with a familiar Russian accent, effectively cutting Wanda off before she could answer. Before you could turn around to see who had graciously interrupted your conversation, an arm is thrown across your shoulders. Your body jumps in surprise. Turning your head, you instantly recognize the intruder. The one and only, Yelena Belova, aka the only coworker you’ve gotten close to since moving to Westview.

“You look surprised to see me here, did you honestly think I’d recommend this place and leave you by yourself?” she says, looking offended. The shocked look on your face instantly morphs into a smile, relief flooding your body.

“I should have known you would be here” you admit. It’s never been easy for you to make friends so when you began working you had already prepared yourself for a lonely 2-3 months until you felt more comfortable. Yelena had been the one to approach you first and despite being much louder than expected, you wouldn’t have wanted it any other way. If there was anything you learned about Yelena, it was that she was persistent.

Quickly she was able to worm her way into your daily routine by joining you on your lunch breaks. You bonded over your shared lack of skills in the kitchen, though Yelena would argue her Mac & Cheese recipe would say otherwise. Soon lunch breaks within the break room turned into excursions as you two unknowingly began eating out at every restaurant in town for lunch. Despite spending so much time together, you didn’t know if she had actually seen you as a true friend outside of work. You were more than okay with just having her as a work friend, but seeing her now just proves that your friendship was much stronger than you had originally thought.

Turning your body around, you wrap your hands around her back and pull her into a hug. She slowly wraps her other arm around your shoulder, before giving you awkward pats on your back. “You did not just do that,” You say pushing her away, laughing. “I know you like me better than that Belova” poking her cheeks and smiling sweetly, knowing you’d get the perfect reaction out of her.

“HEYY-” Yelena begins to yell but you quickly cover your hand over her mouth, not wanting to draw the attention of everyone in the room.

“Don’t you dare start yelling in here” you say lowly while looking into her eyes, starting to regret the decision of even messing with her in the first place. There’s a silent agreement between you two as you nod and remove your hand from over her mouth. The moment of silence was interrupted by a soft giggle. Looking at the source of the sound, you both turn back to Wanda. Her face is slightly turned down and she has her hand over her mouth trying to silence the laughs that desperately want to come out.

“It’s good to see you again Yelena” Wanda gets out after taking a breath, face still slightly red from laughing.

“Likewise, it’s been a while” Yelena replies.

“Okay well if you two are done here class is going to start,” Wanda says while looking between you two. Her eyes settle back on you and she smiles. “I think you’ll be just fine today” she finishes, before walking away.

“Let’s go Y/n, we have to get to our station ” Yelena says pulling you to the nearest empty station.

“But I had already asked Wanda to -” you began telling Yelena but a clap from the front cuts you off.

“Okay, everyone. I hope you all are settled. For this class, we are going to be making a classic, Chicken Pot Pie” the instructor says, enthusiastically. To say you were shocked would be an understatement, but it’s not from choice in food. As you look to the front of the room, you make eye contact with the instructor and they smile.

Wanda smiles at you.

Wanda is the instructor.

Wanda, the woman who you practically tackled in the process of trying to leave before the class started. The woman who you had a nervous breakdown in front of after asking her to be your partner. You groan, bending your head in embarrassment as you replay every interaction you’ve had with her since being here.

“Before we begin, as some of you may have noticed, we have a new face in town. Everyone meet Y/n” Wanda says.

Suddenly you could feel all the eyes in the room on you, knowing it didn’t take long to figure out that you were the new person. You awkwardly raise your hand and wave, praying your face isn’t making any weird expressions. Judging by the loud laugh heard from beside you, you know for certain that it definitely was not a pleasant look.

Yelena tries to cover her laugh with a cough “Don’t mind my friend here, she’s a little nervous. But very excited to get started today. We shouldn’t keep the newbie waiting, right Wanda?”. It was definitely an attempt to shift people’s attention away from you and it appears to have worked as Wanda nods.

“Let’s get started” Wanda says firmly, commanding the attention back to the front once more.

You sigh to yourself. This was going to be a long class.

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amazing grace - psh (m)

part of the church boy series.

summary: you’re spending the summer at home after finishing school and you somehow get dragged into handling the baby nursery at church for the next two months. the only thing sweeter than the babies is your co-worker, park seonghwa.

word count: 10k

warnings: smut! i tried my best to keep language gender neutral but afab!reader and smutty smut smut. some language. little slow burn-y? breeding kink a little bit? sorry. oral (f receiving) and uhhh unprotected sex pls don’t do that! and a lil gagging. lmk if i need to tag anything else. mostly unedited also!

“okay, i know i said i needed a transition job, but this is not what i meant,” you tell your mother, who just explained “the best idea” to you.

basically, she wants you to move back home for the summer and babysit all the kids from your church. some of these kids were made by classmates and friends of yours, and this feels like a slight dig by your mom that you haven’t made any grand-babies yet. she said the pay was decent, and the job is yours if you’re willing to live back at home for a month or two while you wait for your connections to finesse a job for you.

“c’mon, y/n, you’d be really good at it,” your mom insists. “i always thought you’d be a great teacher, so this can be a way for you to try it out.”

“i don’t know mom,” you say. “this just doesn’t align with the plan i had for myself.”

“well i know that,” your mom scoffs. “i’m just saying...if nothing better comes along....:

“i’ll consider it,” you assure her, putting her at ease for the time being. she moves on to complaining about some family drama, and you start to zone out, catching yourself thinking about how bad the nursery job really would be.

that following sunday, you wake up to your phone ringing. it’s still early, and it’s the weekend, so you decide to ignore it and try to fall back asleep. the buzzing stops and your room is quiet for a moment before you feel another vibration alerting you of a voicemail. worried that it could be something about a job opportunity, you grab your phone and play the voicemail without checking the number.

“hello? uh, hi, y/n,” a man’s voice begins. “this is seonghwa, from church. i uh, i saw that you might be interested in the open nursery job? so i was calling about that. if you have any questions, you can just call me, and maybe we can meet to discuss the position. i think you’d really like it, so i hope you get in touch soon. ok. um. that’s it. alrighty. bye.”

seonghwa? park seonghwa? like the guy you had a big ass crush on from age ten to eighteen park seonghwa? just the thought of him working with babies is enough to make you swoon. maybe this is a sign that you shouldn’t take the nursery job after all, even though you’d convinced yourself to do it for a few months at least.

then again...it’s been a while since you’ve seen seonghwa, so maybe those childhood feelings won’t resurface and it won’t be as endearing to see him with babies as you’re imagining. you decide to sleep on it a little more, and plug your phone back in before you roll over and go back to sleep with babies and seonghwa on the brain.

“y/n!” your mom yells, obviously using the spare key you gave her very freely. she let herself into your apartment on her way home from church because she had news.

so, yes, maybe she mentioned the whole baby nursery thing to you because she wants to light a fire under your ass about having grandkids, but she knows an easy job around some cute babies will help cheer you up after finishing up your final semester and an internship without any job prospects. but this morning, the most curious thing happened.

she was sitting in her pew after church, chatting with friends, when a handsome young man came up to her asking about you of all people. he said his name was seonghwa and that you were friends back in high school, so he was really excited when he heard you were interested in the nursery job. he said he called you but you didn’t pick up (which is typical) and he wanted to know if your mom could relay the message that he really hopes you take the job. so of course, she had to come tell you immediately. now, she won’t admit that she’s already got your wedding planned with this young man, but she does have venues bookmarked in her phone. just in case.

you woke up a few minutes before she came over uninvited, so you were alive and dressed, thankfully. don’t need to hear a lecture from your mom about sleeping until noon as a grown adult. you grab your laundry basket on the way out to make it look like you’ve had a productive morning and go to greet your mother.

“hey mom, thanks for the heads up,” you reply and she just rolls her eyes as she unpacks the food she brought over.

“nice to see you too, sweetie,” she scoffs. “i have a bone to pick with you.”

“oh do tell.”

“do you remember seonghwa?” she asks, and it takes every ounce of strength in you to not audibly groan.

“yeah, he called me about the position,” you say, skipping the part where your mother coos over how marry-able he is. “i was gonna call him back once church let out.”

“and have you?” she sing-songs back.

“no,” you reply in the same tone. “he’s probably still there with the kids so i was gonna give a few more minutes. and also, you’re here. it’s rude to take phone calls when you have guests.”

“i guess i’ll just have to get out of your hair then,” your mom says as she starts to pack up.

“you’re joking?” you ask incredulously. “you’ve never come over for such a short amount of time.”

“that was the plan the whole time,” she assures you. “i thought you might need some face to face encouragement to call that nice young man, and i didn’t want to feel bad about finishing this family size meal all by myself, so it was a successful trip.”

“thanks mom,” you grumble as you drop the facade of being productive and leave your laundry on the kitchen table in favor of picking at the fried chicken on your kitchen counter.

“call that boy!” your mom shouts as she lets herself out, and you promise that you will so she’ll leave faster.

you let a few days go by before you actually call seonghwa. part of you is hoping that you’ll hear from one of the many jobs you’ve applied for in your field, and the other part of you is trying to suppress the butterflies you get every time you think about seonghwa. you think you’ve finally got those under control, and your rent is looming ahead of you, so you take the dive and call your old friend.

was seonghwa still your friend? as you wait for him to pick up you think back on some of the time you spent together as kids, which was definitely peak friendship for the two of you. then you started drifting apart around middle school and came back around during high school when you both started volunteering with the younger kids. you drifted again when you both went to college, and you realize you haven’t really spoken to him since. it makes sense that seonghwa would still be working with kids, but you wonder what he’s been up to these past few years. your train of thought is cut short by the sound of the familiar voice on the other end of the phone.

“y/n?” seonghwa asks, a hint of surprise in his voice. “didn’t think you’d ever call me back.”

“yep,” you laugh nervously. so much for suppressing the butterflies in your gut. “i am completely skint, so i need a job. and you so kindly offered me one the other day, remember?”

“skint?” seonghwa replies. “you learn a bunch of weird words off at that fancy college of yours?”

so it seems the years apart didn’t take away that comfortable connection you always seemed to have with seonghwa. friends and family would call what you two consider platonic banter just straight up flirting, but there’s no one around to hear the teasing lilt in seonghwa’s voice or to see the blush threatening to rise all over your face.

“i learned a few,” you confirm. “do you know what assiduous means?”

“isn’t that a type of tree?”

“no,” you laugh. “it means to show great care and perseverance.”

“i was way off,” seonghwa laughs back and you nod despite being alone. “maybe that can be your thing if you get this job, you teach the babies new words.”

“yeah, tell me more about this job,” you start. “do we have to actually sit on the babies?”

seonghwa wasn’t expecting that, and laughs fully from his chest. you can’t stop the warmth that spreads through you at the sound, and it takes seonghwa a moment to respond.

“dear god, please don’t sit on them,” he says through a few spare giggles. “your mom didn’t explain the job to you?”

“a little,” you shrug. “but you actually do it, so tell me more. what’s it like getting paid to wipe baby shit all morning?”

seonghwa goes on to explain the job, and you learn that it’s not just a one day gig, which is great news for you. you could potentially work the majority of the day on sunday with a few hours here and there throughout the week for bible studies that need childcare. it’s not an astounding amount of money, but with your savings it’s enough to hold you over while you look for something more permanent.

“and the kids are really cute,” seonghwa concludes, ending his thorough description of everything this job entails.

“thank goodness, i wouldn’t do it if they were uggos,” you joke, and you hear seonghwa sigh, but you also think you hear a smile in his voice as he replies.

“you haven’t changed at all, have you y/n?”

“if it ain’t broke don’t fix it, right?” you answer. “so when could i start working in the nursery?”

“seriously?” seonghwa asks, sounding surprised, which is weird considering you just spent 10 minutes on the phone with him discussing the job and its duties.

“uh, yeah? that’s why i called.”

“oh, um, right,” seonghwa hesitates. “well, uh, i guess you could start this sunday? you can come in tomorrow to do the paperwork, i’ll be there to do childcare for a leadership meeting, and i can show you where everything is.”

“seonghwa, i’ve been going to this church since i was a baby,” you tell him. “i already know where everything is.”

“ah yes, but do you know where i keep my secret pack of snacks that i steal from the toddler rooms so i have something to eat that’s not pre-mushed? or where the good lysol spray is kept?”

“you have much knowledge,” you tease. “guess i’ve got a lot to learn.”

“yeah, you’ve just got to be assiduous about it,” seonghwa replies, a smile present in his voice. “so i’ll see you tomorrow? and then again on sunday?”

“tomorrow and again on sunday,” you confirm. “bye seonghwa! and thank you, seriously. i needed this job.”

“it was yours from the start,” he tells you. “see you later, y/n.”

you get to church early the next day, and find seonghwa in the baby nursery organizing diapers into different drawers. you stop for a minute and take him in, noticing that his face shows a little more maturity than the cherub faced kid you grew up with. you’ve seen him around, but you haven’t taken the time to notice just how...grown up seonghwa looks. he looks good, you can’t deny. you’re busy staring at his chiseled jawline when he turns and jumps at your presence.

“jesus, y/n, say something next time,” he gasps out.

“shouldn’t you apologize for saying j dog’s name like that?” you joke.

“ok, don’t call him j dog in front of the kids,” seonghwa laughs, and he takes a moment to blatantly check you out. “you look nice.”

“oh, thanks,” you say simply. “didn’t know if i needed to treat this like a real job or not so i went with one of my more casual interview outfits.”

“you got the job,” seonghwa assures you. “no need to impress me with cute clothes.”

“so,” you say, ignoring his comment and lingering eyes. “you were gonna show me where the snacks are?”

in the next five minutes, you find yourself sprawled out at one of the little tables in a toddler room down the hall, onboarding paperwork surrounding you and a pile of oreos in between you and seonghwa. you catch up as you finish your paperwork, and you learn that seonghwa has been working at the nursery all through college. he’s not sure he wants to be a teacher anymore, or work with kids at all actually, but the church kids have a special place in his heart so that’s kept him here over the years.

“what about you?” he asks. “you just graduated right?”

“right,” you confirm. “kinda don’t wanna talk about it.”

“why not?”

“well, no offense, but i didn’t expect to get my degree and then come back home to work with church babies,” you tell him. “i’m not as nice as you, i don’t have a soft spot for these kids. i just have bills i have to pay.”

“i get that,” seonghwa nods. “not everyone can be as kind and caring as i am.”

“woah, that’s totally not what i meant,” you laugh, and seonghwa smiles back at you.

“no, i really do get it,” he assures you. “i don’t plan on being here much longer myself.”

“oh? and what’s next for the oh so lovely park seonghwa?” you tease, and you feel proud at the blush you find dusting seonghwa’s cheeks.

“i’ll be keeping that to myself for now,” he teases back, popping an oreo in his mouth as he glances down at your paperwork. “you did that page wrong.”

“what?!” you exclaim, looking back to notice that yes, you did fill it out wrong. you wrote in the spots meant for the employer and not the employee, and you groan. “it’s because you’re distracting me.”

“if i’m a distraction to you then i don’t think we should work together y/n,” seonghwa says, holding eye contact with you for a moment. suddenly you find it hard to breathe, and if seonghwa hadn’t moved to get you a new sheet, then you’re not sure where that conversation would’ve gone. there was some kind of intention behind his eyes that you couldn’t quite read, so you decide to ignore it instead as you pop open an oreo and absentmindedly eat the icing. seonghwa catches you licking the icing off and has to remind himself he’s literally at church so his mind won’t wander.

“here,” he says as he gently hands you the new stack of paper. “brought some extras in case you mess up again.”

“don’t make me quit before i even start, park.”

“sorry,” he laughs. “but speaking of that, when can you start?”

“uh, pretty immediately?” you tell him. “i really need money.”

“so like, could you start tonight?”

apparently thursdays are a big day for bible studies at your church, because within an hour, you’ve got about five newborns in the nursery with you and seonghwa. the other nursery workers came in shortly after you finished your paperwork and welcomed you, and you had to laugh at them calling you “seonghwa’s friend” as if you didn’t grow up in this church just like he did. it’s obvious you’re not as involved as seonghwa, so it didn’t matter that much, but when you recognized one of your childhood church friends dropping off her kid, you waved, and she pretended not to see you. that got on your nerves, but someone dropping off another baby cut through your angry inner monologue. you hold eye contact with the baby in your arms before you call for seonghwa’s attention.

“seonghwa you told me these kids were cute,” you start out. “this one looks like a cabbage patch kid gone wrong.”

“don’t say that y/n!” seonghwa scolds you, but you can see the hint of a smile sneaking through his sharp features.. “babies are little angels.”

“you really like kids don’t you?” you ask, after watching him fuss over the baby in his arms. “you’re really good with them.”

“thanks,” he replies with a soft, yet breathtaking, smile. “i’ve always felt like i needed to work with them so i could be the kinda person i always needed when i grew up.”

“why babies though?” you ask. “aren’t they more work?”

“eh, not here,” seonghwa shrugs. “the other kids talk too much. ask a lotta questions i don’t want to answer.”

“smart man.”

“but also the past few years i’ve just had babies on the brain,” seonghwa continues as he bounces the baby in his arms. “i guess it’s my subconscious telling me i need to start a family soon.”

“any prospects for that family, hm?” you pry, smiling as you watch the baby in his arms giggle and clap.

“maybe,” seonghwa replies shyly. “i don’t wanna talk about it.”

and you leave it, for that night at least. the crush you have/had on seonghwa is keeping you from being totally neutral, so you know you’ll want to ask again in the future, but for now you let seonghwa be cute with his little baby buddies and you just admire from afar and help out as you can.

before the night is over, one of the little girls has completely clung to you, falling asleep on your chest so securely that her mom jokes about bringing you home with them so they don’t have to wake her. with a little luck, you don’t even disturb her as you place her into her stroller, and seonghwa looks on proudly while you smile and wave goodbye to some of the cute kids walking by.

“so when were you gonna tell me you were a pro at this?” seonghwa asks, and you blush slightly. “the babies, and the parents, love you. impressive.”

“they’re easy to get along with,” you shrug. “and you made it pretty easy too.”

“what about you?” seonghwa asks suddenly. “have you thought about starting a family?”

“not until recently,” you admit. “seeing my friends have kids has really lit a fire under my ass, mostly because my mom sees her friends talking about grandkids on facebook and then she comes to me asking for grandbabies just about every single day.”

“and?”

“and what?”

“do you think you’ll have kids?” seonghwa asks, and you shrug.

“not sure, really. maybe if i meet the right person? but for now, no,” you tell him. “need a real job before i can have a real kid.”

“got it,” seonghwa nods, something unreadable in his expression. he finishes wiping down the counter before turning to face you fully. “want me to walk you to your car?”

“i’m right outside, you don’t need to-”

“i insist.”

you take a few minutes to collect your things, and then seonghwa is leading you out of the church, pointing out which doors need to be locked before you walk out and what lights need to stay on for the cleaning crews. you take it all in intently, and soon enough you’re outside your car, awkwardly waiting for seonghwa to finish his spiel about coming to work early.

“i’m sorry,” seonghwa interrupts himself. “i’m boring you.”

“no, not at all hwa!” you insist. he quirks an eyebrow at the resurfaced nickname, and you stumble on insisting that you’ll be at work early no matter what, and you’re so thankful for this job, and-

seonghwa kisses you. it’s quick, so you almost don’t notice, but he definitely kissed you, the lingering hand on your hip to steady you is enough evidence of that. he pulled away quickly, and it gives you a chance to stare back at him, checking his eyes before flitting your own gaze back down to his lips. he gets the hint and leans back in, this time securely wrapping his hands around your waist as your hands card through his hair. it’s an innocent kiss, but seonghwa’s touch makes you feel like you’re on fire. he alternates between deep kisses that have you searching for air, and then he pulls back slightly to nip your lips and tease as if he’s going to pull away, before diving back in.

but before you know it, he’s pulling away again, whispering something about work on sunday, and then he’s gone, leaving you with puffy lips and your heart beating against your ribcage.

the next few shifts with seonghwa go by without a word about your kiss. he’s still his friendliest self, still a little aloof like always, and still so sickeningly sweet with the babies. it’s doing things to your heart, watching him take care of them so well, and you catch yourself staring a little too often. you hope seonghwa doesn’t see, but he’s caught you a few times. all it does is rustle the budding feelings for you deep in his chest, and he does his best to ignore them for now.

“why do you keep staring at me?” he asks one quiet shift, just the two of you and a baby asleep in each of your arms. you had absolutely been staring at his plump lips as they made kissy sounds at the baby in his lap, but you can’t just say that. you don’t know where you stand with seonghwa, so you don’t wanna push it if there’s not anything that should be pushed, so you make something up.

“oh, i was just looking at how you were holding the baby,” you tell him. he’s somehow made a barrier for the baby to sit comfortably in his elevated lap, which looks so much more comfortable than the way you’re sitting. “i think my arm is about to fall asleep.”

“well we can’t have that,” seonghwa says, finally looking over to you and noting how your arm must be cramped in that small chair. he gets up and carefully places his baby in a bouncer before making his way to you. “let me show you how to do it.”

“what?” you ask, taken aback as seonghwa slides his arms around yours to shift your grip on the bundle of joy you’re holding.

“just go with it,” he says, eyes flicking up to bore into your own. his voice is barely above a whisper, and you’re not sure if that’s because of the sleeping baby or not.

he pulls his arms away once he’s satisfied with your hold, and you assume that’s all he’s gonna do. you’re noticeably more comfortable now, but seonghwa’s not done. he places his hand at the back of your knee and pulls your leg up. the touch takes your breath away, and seonghwa is quick to position you so that both of your feet are on the stool in front of you, legs bent to create that same elevated surface for the baby that you watched him do. he tells you to put the baby in your lap now, and he stands above you for a few moments to gauge your comfort level. one hand is still on your knee though, so he gives it a squeeze before pulling away completely.

“see? that’s better.”

“mhm,” you squeak out, still reeling over the feeling of his hands on your legs. the slightest hint of fire lingers on everywhere he touched, and you focus on your baby to clear your head. “thank you.”

“anytime,” he hums, moving around the room with a smug smile on his face.

it isn’t until a week or so later that seonghwa makes another move. it was a busy day, you were swamped with crying kids all morning, and seonghwa could tell you needed some kind of relief.

“y/n?” seonghwa whispers, trying not to disturb the easily excitable babies that are currently asleep. “are you doing anything tonight?”

“uh, no?” you reply. “why? please don’t tell me it involves more babies.”

“no,” he chuckles quietly. “i was planning on meeting some friends at a bar and wanted to know if you’d be down to join us? you remember my friend, hongjoong right?”

“was he the one that you brought as your friend to youth night one year, and the pastors all asked you if they should pray for his soul?” you ask jokingly, somewhat remembering the fiasco it was that seonghwa brought a friend who dared to come to church with blue hair and an actual fashion sense. it catches seonghwa off guard, and his chuckle is a little louder this time. you both freeze, staring into each other’s eyes and hoping you don’t hear a baby wailing in the next three seconds. the room stays silent, so he continues the conversation.

“yeah, that’s him,” he smiles. “he’s dj’ing tonight, so we’re going out to support him, if you wanna come.”

“yeah, i’m down,” you say with a shrug. “could definitely use a drink after dealing with these little ones.”

“don’t talk about impure things around the babies,” he whispers back.

“hwa, none of these kids know what we’re saying,” you say a little louder than you probably should. the baby closest to seonghwa starts to whine, and he’s quick to soothe them, but then the baby next to them wakes up and starts crying, and suddenly the whole room is abuzz with tears. you catch seonghwa’s eye and smile, “bet you could use a drink right about now, huh?”

you agree to meet seonghwa at the bar, just taking a lyft to make things easier on yourself later. you make it through the front and start looking around for your devilishly handsome coworker when you hear someone calling your name. you turn and see what must be hongjoong waving you over.

“y/n!” he shouts as soon as you’re close enough. “it’s so good to see you!”

“you too!” you shout back over the music. “i can’t believe you recognized me after all these years.”

“i’d remember that face,” he replies with a wink, and you can’t help but take the compliment shyly. “thanks for coming to see my set.”

“well thank seonghwa for inviting me,” you tell him. “do you know where he is, by the way?”

“he’s outside trying to find some of our friends,” he explains. “apparently they started pregaming and are too drunk to find the bar. so i’m sorry about any of that in advance.”

“oh i’m sure it’ll be fine,” you laugh. “speaking of drinks though, i think i’m gonna head to the bar, you need anything?”

“nah,” hongjoong shakes his head. “i’m good, don’t like to be affected when i get on stage.”

“very professional of you,” you reply. “i’ll be right back then.”

you squeeze your way through the crowd, fighting for a spot against the bar as you wait to get the bartender’s attention. while you wait, a hand lightly taps your shoulder, and you turn around to see seonghwa. he smiles at you sweetly, waving from a couple people behind you. you wave back, but grab his hand before he puts it down and you just yank him to the front with you.

“thanks for that,” he laughs. “glad you could make it.”

“happy to be here,” you smile. “you need a drink?”

“hell yes,” he replies, and you gasp in pretend shock.

“perfect angel park seonghwa just said a curse word?” you continue, and seonghwa rolls his eyes.

“i could say a lot worse than that,” he assures you, and you don’t know why that makes your heart skip a beat.

“i’d like to see that,” you tease.

“i’m sure you would,” he fights back, and you fall quiet. the bartender looks your way and seonghwa waves her over before whispering to you, “if it’s quicker, we can just put this all on one tab.”

“okay,” you agree, reaching for your wallet, but seonghwa puts his hand on top of yours and shakes his head.

“don’t even think about it,” he says. “i invited you out, i’ll get this round.”

“thank you,” you say, placing your hand on his shoulder so you can shout it in his ear over the music. you both order, and continue to wait as the music booms around you. the drinks come quickly, and there’s suddenly a large group trying to push their way to the bar, so seonghwa, thinking fast, grabs you by the hip to lead you back to the table where hongjoong sits, now with a few new faces.

the friends introduce themselves as yeosang, yunho and mingi, and they seem like nice guys. despite what hongjoong said earlier, they don’t seem too drunk, and they’re easy to talk to, which you appreciate. it’ll be a fun night, and you all hype hongjoong up as he gets ready to perform.

“so how often does he do this?” you ask seonghwa, who’s motioning for you to slide into the booth next to yeosang.

“not that often actually,” seonghwa explains. “he usually just produces or writes for his side projects, but every once in a while the owner here convinces him to dj if she needs some extra cash. hongjoong always pulls a big crowd.”

“i didn’t realize i’ve been invited to such an exclusive event,” you joke, and seonghwa smiles lightly.

“well you are a vip,” he lamely replies, and you laugh, mostly at his red cheeks and the face of regret after he realizes how corny that was. “shut up. try your drink.”

“what’d you two order?” mingi asks, finally cutting into the banter between you and hwa.

“i got a mule and y/n got a fancy martini,” seonghwa explains. “y/n’s all grown up on me now.”

“i saw a tiktok about a bartender that said people who know their exact martini order are sexy, so i’ve been trying a few things,” you admit.

“that is kinda sexy,” yeosang says, giving you a suggestive eyebrow wiggle that gets you laughing. you don’t notice seonghwa stiffening beside you as yunho butts in.

“so what’s your order?” he asks politely. “martinis always seem boring, but that looks good.”

“you can try a sip if you want,” you offer him. “it’s a wet martini with a twist, so it’s a little sweeter, but still strong.”

“wet?” mingi laughs, and seonghwa rolls his eyes.

“grow up, that’s how you know how much vermouth is in it, you twelve year old,” seonghwa scolds him. he says this as he watches you pass your drink to yunho, who sticks his straw in and takes a tentative taste. why didn’t you ask seonghwa if he wanted to try?

“that’s actually not bad,” yunho says with a nod.

“i like it,” you agree. “having a go to martini order feels so adult. figured it was time to move on from the cheapest thing on the menu and go for a big kid drink.”

“hey, hongjoong’s starting!” yeosang chimes, noticing how the lights have changed and the music is getting lower before transitioning to hongjoong’s set. you all turn your focus to the stage to watch him hard at work, heads bopping along as he builds momentum. your table stays quiet for a moment, enjoying the music and sipping your drinks, and then you feel a slight pressure on your leg. you look down to see seonghwa gripping your thigh, and you glance up at him but he’s still focused on his friend. you stare for a moment, hoping to catch his eye to no avail. you look back at hongjoong, and seonghwa squeezes your knee before letting go completely. you ignore it, but scoot closer to him ever so slightly.

you’re about to turn around to say something to him when hongjoong suddenly changes the song to one of your favorites, and instead of the subtle move you were going for you whip your head around to face seonghwa and insist that “we need to go dance. like now.”

“now?” he asks, slightly caught off guard as you put all your weight on him to force him out of the booth.

“yes, now!” you shriek. “i love this song, let’s go!”

seonghwa finally stands and you down the rest of your martini before grabbing his hand and leading him toward the crowd. you nestle yourselves off to the side, but in hongjoong’s line of sight, so he smiles and waves when he notices you having a good time. you lightly drape your arms across seonghwa’s shoulders and start to dance, and it takes him no time to place his hands on your hips and follow suit. maybe downing your drink wasn’t the best choice, but hey, you’re dancing with seonghwa and he seems to have no problem with it. he really must not mind, because now you’re singing along to the chorus right in his face and he just laughs and pulls you tighter. you notice a tension in his hold, but you’re too enveloped by the song to really care. your song slowly starts to build into another, and you slow your movements and lean slightly into seonghwa’s chest to catch your breath.

“that was cute,” he says, looking down at you through a gaze that you can’t quite read. “note to self, y/n really likes bad bunny.”

“it’s a good song,” you laugh nervously, trying not to think about the last time you were this close to seonghwa. his lips are slightly chapped tonight, but plump and kissable nonetheless. maybe if you just-

“i’ll have to remember what else you like,” he says lowly, and you have to lean closer to hear him fully.

“like what?” you ask, unsure of where this is going.

“well, i know what kind of music you like,” he begins. “and now i know what kind of drinks you like, too. you like your martinis wet, right?”

“you seem to be paying a lot of attention to me, park,” you just barely whisper, your lips so close to his ear he can feel your breath.

“answer the question, y/n,” he warns. “you like your cocktails wet, right?” you give a meek ‘mhm’ in response. “then i wonder what else you like wet, huh?”

you pull back from him slightly, mostly to read the look he’s giving you, but seonghwa has tightened his grip on you so hard that you can’t quite move. now you notice the tension you felt earlier came from the bulge in his pants that’s currently pressed up against your thigh, and your next look at seonghwa tells you all that you need to know.

“why don’t we get out of here and you can find out?”

“get out of here” didn’t really work that well. you made it back near the bar with every intent of closing out the tab, but seonghwa decided kissing along the nape of your neck was a better idea. then he pushed you over toward the wall and occupied your lips for some time, and after that you couldn’t take it anymore. you’re currently pressed up against the door of the nearest bathroom, seonghwa’s lips on yours and his desperate moans sending warmth from your chest all the way to your core. you whimper as he pulls away, and he has the audacity to smirk at you while he brushes the hair out of your face.

“couldn’t wait till we got to my place, darling? had to have me right now?” he teases, tracing his fingers across the marks along your neck before dipping them to the top of your shirt. “can i take this off love?” you nod quickly and lift your arms, helping seonghwa pull it off you. your bra leaves little to the imagination, and seonghwa can’t help but stare for a moment. while he’s distracted, you try to catch him off guard.

“who knew precious church boy seonghwa was the kind of guy to fuck in a bar bathroom?” you tease, and seonghwa responds by dipping his fingers down to pinch your nipple. you try to save face with your response, “pinching, really? grow up.”

“stop talking,” seonghwa says lowly before meeting your lips again. “not sure...what you’re into..or i would’ve just slapped your tits to shut you up.”

“i thought you said you wanted to learn what i like,” you say as you pull apart. “so ask me what i like. and don’t say anything about being wet.”

“are you?” seonghwa quips, and you quirk an eyebrow in reply. “you want me to find out myself?”

“ah, after you take your shirt off,” you interject. “i like an even playing field, i take something off, you take something off.”

“fine,” he gruffs, pulling his shirt over his head with ease and revealing the most surprisingly toned chest you’ve ever seen.

“damn, lifting babies made you buff,” you joke, and seonghwa decides he’s getting tired of your jokes. he finds the waistband of your panties poking out above your hips and gives it a tug, releasing the elastic on your skin to give you a little jolt. he looks back up to your eyes and you tell him it’s okay before he dips his fingers into your underwear to immediately find your clit. he gives it a few tentative rubs that have you rutting your hips embarrassingly quickly, and then he’s dipping two digits down to your entrance.

“you think you can take two fingers already?” he asks. “you’re wet enough i think they would slide right in.”

he’s right, he pushes his fingers into you with ease and you hear how wet you are with each movement. he gets in a few quick strokes and then he pulls his fingers from you too soon, silencing you quickly by tapping his fingers on your lips.

“suck,” he instructs you. “don’t wanna hear your funny little jokes right now.”

“but-”

“ah ah, i can stop and we can go back to the table,” he begins, and you violently shake your head, his wet fingers rubbing obscenely over your lips. you tentatively lick away the slick and seonghwa rolls his hips into yours with a moan. “cmon, fingers in your mouth or we’re not doing anything else. can’t get too loud or we’ll ruin hongjoong’s set.”

you finally comply, welcoming seonghwa’s digits as they push past your lips and rest on your tongue. you do as he said and give a little suck, swiping your tongue around to collect the arousal that’s still currently dripping through your panties.

“hmmm,” seonghwa continues. “should i eat you out for good measure? or would that take too long?” you try to respond with his fingers in your mouth, but he sighs and pulls his hand away so he can hear you.

“not sure how long i would last,” you pant slightly. “and i wanna cum on your cock too badly to risk it.”

“oh baby, who said you wouldn’t?” he asks, sending a shiver down your spine. “help me get undressed sweetheart, and i’ll show you something i like.”

you reach for seonghwa’s pants as he does the same to you, roughly undoing his belt and zipper so you can push his pants off him quicker. you’re both left in your underwear, and seonghwa pulls your bra off your shoulders as you dip your hand into his boxers. you give him a quick squeeze, which has him bucking into your touch, and you feel a little victorious, but just for a moment. he’s removed your bra and pulls your panties down next, but you watch as he balls them up and mimics opening his mouth as he brings the balled up fabric back up to your lips.

“i told you we can’t be too loud,” he explains, and you nod in understanding as you let him fill your mouth with your soiled panties. he grips your chin before stroking your clit with his free hand, and you watch as he kneels down to make good on his teasing from earlier. the first touch of his tongue against your pussy has you stifling a moan that’s more like a scream, and you’re suddenly thankful for the gag in your mouth. seonghwa gives your clit a few kitten licks before he moves down and practically starts making out with your cunt, drinking in each drop you let out and holding you down by the hip so you won’t go anywhere. you watch from above as his tongue works through your folds, and you toss your head back in a moan when he sucks on your clit and prods your entrance with his fingers. he dips in slowly at first, giving equal attention to your clit, but slowly he builds until he’s fucking you on his fingers. you can’t help but grind down into him, and the way he’s stroking you has you seeing stars. he starts to apply more pressure to your clit and you lose it, moaning loudly despite your mouth being full and you notice a single tear dripping down your cheek. seonghwa works you through your high, kissing your clit until your moans turn to whimpers, and he stands to greet you with lust filled eyes.

“you taste fucking delicious,” he says before popping his fingers into his own mouth this time. “so sweet and wet, just for me, yeah?”

you nod and mumble something through your gag, which seonghwa doesn’t understand. he pulls just enough of your panties out to hear you speak, and you take a few quick breaths before repeating yourself.

“two questions,” you start, still out of breath from your high. “are you gonna fuck me? and do you have a condom?”

at the second question, seonghwa’s face falls.

“shit,” he mumbles, reaching for his pants. “shit shit shit. i don’t think i do.”

“isn’t there a dispenser in here?” you ask, glancing around your close quarters. seonghwa follows your gaze as you notice, yes, there is a dispenser in here, but the smallest little sticky note on it displays the worst news: out of order.

“fuck,” he groans. “ok, let’s just go, we can go to my apartment and-”

“seonghwa,” you try to stop him, but he keeps going. “seonghwa!”

“what?” he asks, turning back to you with almost puppy dog pouting eyes.

“are you clean?” you ask him, and he looks confused. “i’m on the pill, so if you’re clean, i mean, i trust you, so. we could still. fuck. if you want.”

“are you sure?” he asks. “i’m clean, i promise. honestly it’s been an embarrassing amount of time since i’ve done this so you’re pretty safe, i’d say.”

“well you’re doing great for somebody out of practice,” you assure him, and he laughs.

“ok. so we’re doing this? you’re ok with it?” he confirms once more.

“yes, i’m sure. now come fuck me.”

that’s all seonghwa needs to hear before he’s crashing his lips to yours with newfound energy, and you moan at the way you can still taste yourself on his tongue.

“aren’t you gonna...gag me..again?” you mumble through the sloppy kisses. as much as you love having your tongue in seonghwa’s mouth, you don’t know how much longer you can take.

“depends, are you gonna say more stupid shit?” he asks teasingly and you have to smile.

“no promises,” you tell him and he kisses you quickly one time for good measure.

“i want you in a different position for this, love,” he says. “wanna hear you this time too, no gag. plus i think your panties fell onto the floor.”

“oh good, so those are getting burned,” you groan. “what am i gonna wear out of here?”

“nothing?” seonghwa replies with a devilish smirk. “that sounds nice to me.”

“ok now i want you to stop talking,” you say, placing your hand playfully over his mouth. he bites the palm of your hand and you stifle a moan.

“you liked that?” seonghwa asks with a glint in his eyes. “guess i’ll add biting to the list then.”

“how do you wanna fuck me?” you ask, ready to cut the banter and get back to seonghwa acting out some of your deepest desires.

“up against the mirror,” he says, his voice an octave lower and dripping with lust. “wanna see you watch yourself while i ruin you on my cock.”

your whole body shivers at his words and you can’t even hide it, which fuels seonghwa’s ego more than you’d like. but if it’ll get him to fuck you faster, you don’t mind. you let his hands run down your sides, leaving goosebumps in their wake, before he stops at your hips and turns you toward the mirror and the sink. his hands glide up your back, over your shoulders, and back down your arms to guide you so that you’re gripping onto the sink, all the while maintaining eye contact through the mirror. you feel yourself dripping, and you wish seonghwa would just split you open on his cock already.

“getting impatient, are we?” he asks, reading your mind. “stop rubbing your thighs together. it’s not gonna make me move any faster.”

“seonghwa,” you whine, pouting just the slightest bit for full effect. “i want you to fuck me, please.”

“such good manners, baby,” he says, finally breaking eye contact with you to look down at your ass. he gives it a little squeeze before slapping each cheek consecutively, and you let out a yelp with each harsh touch. “if it’s too much, tell me, ok?”

“i’lll be fine, hwa,” you assure him.

“yeah, but still,” he says seriously. “just say the word. we go at your pace.”

“if we’re going at my pace then you need to speed it up a little bit,” you bite back, and seonghwa has you immediately eating your words as he buries himself in your cunt.

“you were saying?” he asks, eyebrow quirked with the cockiest smile on his face. you risk a look at yourself and he’s barely done anything and you already look fucked out. “that’s it, baby. keep your eyes right there.”

“seonghwa,” you moan again as he thrusts quickly, not moving much but successfully shoving himself deeper into your warmth.

“feels good?” he asks quietly, thrusting again a little quicker. you can only nod and let out a shaky breath in response, so he pulls out all the way and buries himself again, ripping a small scream from the back of your throat.

“hwa, fuck me, please,” you beg. “fuck me like you mean it.”

“as you wish,” he obeys, collecting the hair on your back and creating a grip for himself. he pulls you up slightly to create some leverage, and then he’s pounding into you so hard and so deep you feel the edge of the link leaving marks on your thighs. seonghwa’s eyes are glued to your reflection and the way your jaw seems to drop more and more with each thrust, and he moans when he feels you clench around him. “so good for me, baby, you’re taking it so well. taking good care of my cock, hm?”

“seonghwa,” you cry. “more, need something else.”

“so needy,” he scoffs. “hips up.”

you do as he says, and he places a hand at your waist and moves it so that he’s pressing a finger to your clit with each thrust. it’s a subtle touch but it’s driving you insane, and you clench around him again, grinding down when he makes contact with your clit.

“look at you,” he coos. “going crazy for my cock, my hand on your clit...fucking in the bathroom where anyone could hear us...you like it dirty and wet, don’t you my good girl?”

you come unexpectedly at the new nickname, and seonghwa groans so loud you’re sure everyone outside could hear. you can feel the mess you’ve made between your legs grow, but seonghwa keeps going well after you’ve finished.

“is it too much?” he asks quietly and you shake your head no.

“wanna help you get off,” you say breathlessly. “wanna make you come.”

“i’m almost there love,” he says. “just keep bein’ good for me.”

you try to time your movements with his thrusts, squeezing him as he retreats and meeting him when he thrusts back in. he never moved his hand, so this is putting more friction on your clit again, and you’re surprised the overstimulation hasn’t gotten to you yet. seonghwa thrusts deeply and starts losing his breath, so he takes a minute to still inside you.

“fuck, i’m not gonna last much longer,” he says. “where do you want me to come?”

“anywhere.”

“no, y/n, tell me where-”

“i don’t care, hwa,” you whine. “just want you to come. i might come with you.”

you feel his cock twitch at that, and he smiles that devil’s smile again.

“fucked you that good, huh?” he asks, and you reach behind you to pinch his side.

“just hurry up and come,” you say.

“wherever i want?” he asks for confirmation.

“wherever you want,” you agree, and he meets your eyes in the mirror.

“then i’m gonna fill you up so i can watch your pussy leak,” he says. “how’s that sound?”

“ideal actually,” the words barely leaving your lips before he thrusts so hard your arms give out, and the grip he’s kept on your hair is the only thing keeping you upright. you moan at the pull, and moan again at the perfect way he’s sliding through your cunt, and you’re squeezing around him just right, and-

“fuckfuckfuckfuck,” he curses, hips sputtering as you feel his come coating your walls. he plugs you up with his cock and stops moving, focusing more on your clit again as he rubs until you’re bucking up into his hand and chanting his name as you come one final time. you feel his release start to drip out around his cock, and he groans as he scoops some of it up and brings it to your lips. you don’t need a command this time, your mouth open and ready as he watches you take them in through the mirror. you feel his dick twitch at the sight, and you start pulling away so he doesn’t get hard again and try to make you come a fourth time in less than an hour. your legs are shaky as he pulls out, and seonghwa audibly groans as he watches his come leak from your pussy.

“that’s beautiful,” he tells you, pushing some of it back in as you look around for your clothes. “you did so good for me.” you can’t help the way you clench at his words, and seonghwa smiles to himself. “glad you came out tonight?”

“mhm,” you squeak, unsure that you can speak properly just yet.

“what are you looking for?” seonghwa asks, picking up on your frantic eyes.

“my panties?”

“they fell, remember?”

“oh shit,” you groan, peeking the fabric that’s mocking you from the floor near the first stall. “shit then i need to get cleaned up.”

“you’re not gonna leave it in?” seonghwa asks with a pout. “but i worked really hard.”

“you’re disgusting,” you laugh as you try to distract yourself from thinking about how hot it is that seonghwa’s come is actively dripping down your legs.

“just pull your pants up and keep your legs closed,” he tells you. “we probably won’t be here much longer anyway.”

“how do you know that?”

“hongjoong’s set most likely ended in between your second and third orgasms? so i bet we’re the only ones of our group left.”

“i’m sorry we missed his set,” you begin, and seonghwa silences you with a kiss.

“are you kidding me? this show was a hell of a lot better.”

after you fucked seonghwa in the bathroom, you casually went back out to your table only to find that, yep, hongjoong’s set was over, and all of their friends had left. seonghwa insisted on driving you home and you laughed together when he plugged his phone into his car and there was a slurry of texts from hongjoong cussing hwa out for choosing a quick fuck over his best friend.

seonghwa was a complete gentleman the whole way home, quieting any question in your mind that he might spend the rest of the night with you. he politely kissed you goodnight, and waited for you to get inside safely before he left, but that was it. for days, actually. he didn’t work the next time you were scheduled, which was odd, and then the next sunday he was mysteriously placed with the toddler class instead of in the infant room with you. you thought you could try to get there early to (jokingly) ask what the fuck was going on, but what you find upon entering the church stops you cold.

the service must have just let out, based on how many people there are in the lobby, so it would be hard for anyone else to spot seonghwa, nestled over in the corner. but seeing as you’ve been semi-obsessed with the man since you started working here, you spot him immediately. you’re so hyperfocused on him it almost takes you a minute to realize there’s a girl hanging onto his arm, and you feel sick.

who knew the sweet boy from church could break your heart so easily?

you don’t even know who she is, so you shouldn’t freak out over it too much, but the thoughts inside your head can’t be tamed. did seonghwa just want to get into your pants, and now he’s moved onto his next victim? or, maybe worse, he was in a relationship the whole time and you just fucked a man who has an entire girlfriend. that makes you feel like the bad person, so you decide to pick the first option, painting seonghwa as the villain. sweet, starry eyed seonghwa, who started bringing you coffee each week and saving your favorite snacks for the two of you to share while the babies slept. kind seonghwa who spoke to the babies like they were gifts from god himself. lovely seonghwa who you caught staring at you at least twice every day since you’ve started working together. maybe you had just read him wrong, and the baby-whisperer thing is just a front so he can be a dick on the side and no one will bat an eye. whatever it is, you’re upset, and you can’t help but think that if you never took this job in the first place you wouldn’t be about to cry in the nursery at the thought of seonghwa with someone else.

while you’re having an internal crisis, one of the other sunday school teachers pops her head in to say hi and make a comment about seonghwa not being with the babies today.

“that’s weird, isn’t it?” she asks, and you simply nod. “he sure loves these babies. and you, but you didn’t hear that from me.” you fake a little giggle as she mimics locking her lips, and you turn to the changing table to look busy. she gets the hint and makes another comment that goes unheard by you, and you’re left alone until you hear the other nursery worker unlocking the baby gate and stepping inside. a little part of you hopes it’s seonghwa and he just has an evil twin hanging around, but a quick look over your shoulder proves you wrong. you’d let your mind linger on the frustration inside you, but the first set of babies are arriving, so you let the mindless tasks of your job take over for the time being.

you’re able to keep your mind off seonghwa until it’s time to leave and you see him coming down the hall from the toddler room. he starts to wave, but you turn around so quickly he gets the feeling that something is wrong. it’s not that he’s avoiding you, well, not on purpose. he is trying to sort through some feelings he doesn’t quite understand, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t wanna be around you since you slept together. but obviously that’s not the way you feel. he lets you turn around in a huff and leave before he can call for your attention, and he settles on trying to talk again another day.

“ms pat, caleb is dirty again,” you semi-complain, telling the other adult in the infant room that the baby you’re holding basically just shat on you. it’s a tuesday night, you’ve got too many babies that came from the same bible study, and seonghwa is yet again nowhere to be seen. you heard something about a shift in the childcare schedule, so maybe he’s in another room...again. regardless, you’ve got a pooping baby in your arms, and your new room buddy jumps into action so you make the pass quickly, quick enough that the innocent baby doesn’t even know what’s going on. with your hands free, you start cleaning up the toys littering the floor when you hear a voice by the door clearing their throat.

“hi y/n,” seonghwa says quietly, trying not to disturb the babies’ peace. “can i talk to you for a minute?”

“kinda busy, seonghwa,” you say in an irritated voice. “shouldn’t you be in your new room anyway?”

“i’m taking a kid to the potty,” he explains, and you roll your eyes.

“you’re an adult, please say anything else.”

“y/n,” he says again. “please. come talk to me, just one minute.”

“i can’t seonghwa, i’m working.”

“she can leave,” ms pat says from the corner of the room. “i’ve got it.”

you look up from the toys you’re trying to line up perfectly, and you catch seonghwa’s cocky smirk as he nods his head toward the hall. you groan and stand, assuring the baby room that you’ll be right back and then seonghwa is opening the baby gate for you. you get a couple steps away from any of the open nursery rooms, and then you turn to face seonghwa.

“what do you want.”

“your new friend seemed pretty eager to get rid of you,” he jokes. “you being mean to the babies again?”

“not any meaner than normal,” you say. “i’m a ray of sunshine in there.”

“like you are right now?” he starts, and you scoff.

“oh please. i have the right to act this way,” you say. “why haven’t i heard from you since we had sex?”

“shh!” seonghwa semi-shouts, reaching to cover your mouth but you step away. “jesus y/n, we’re still at church.”

‘and you just said jesus’ name in vain,” you point out with a cock of your head. “so i guess we’re both sinners today.”

“i’m sorry,” he says quickly. “i didn’t mean to go radio silent on you.”

‘that’s fine,” you say, starting back toward your classroom. “thanks for the apology.”

“wait-” he says, grabbing your arm. “let me finish.”

“i let you finish once, that’s enough i think.”

“y/n c’mon,” he sighs. “what’s gotten into you?”

“i saw you with a girl the other sunday,” you begin. “she was hanging onto you like she was pretty comfortable with it. not sure who she is but i’m also not sure i wanna be in the middle of that.”

“who?” seonghwa asks, eyes wide and sparkling, and you groan.

“ugh, nothing. please, let me go back to work.”

“no, no, you thought i was with someone else?” he starts again, cornering you against the wall so you can’t try to leave anymore. you watch as he flashes back through the past few days, and it’s like you see the lightbulb of recognition go off when it connects. then, suddenly, he makes a face of disgust. “are you talking about her?”

“gee seonghwa, i don’t know,” you say. “why don’t you tell me who she is first and we’ll see if that’s who i’m thinking of.”

“do you know san?” he asks out of no where. “the dick-ish dude that’s our age? he sings in the choir.”

“was he the girl?”

“no,” seonghwa laughs. “that’s his girlfriend.”

“you’re digging yourself a deep, dark hole, park.”

“stop talking,” he snaps. “that was san’s girlfriend. or ex, i should say. she was trying to make him jealous, for some reason i choose not to learn the details of, and i was the victim. apparently she’s as much of a dick as he is, so she’d been involving a lot of innocent bystanders in their fights lately.”

“oh.”

“yeah,” he nods. “so you saw her hanging off of me? did you see me push her away and knock her right into the assistant pastor?”

“ha, no i did not,” you chuckle. “wish i had though.”

“i can try to recreate it for you,” he teases, and you roll your eyes. “i can’t believe you were this upset over that.”

“it wasn’t just that,” you whine. “yes, i was upset that you might’ve been with someone so soon after we fucked, but i still have not heard from you since and that’s why i’m still so mad at you. you’re not even working in the baby room anymore, so it feels like you’re avoiding me.”

“i’m sorry,” seonghwa nods. “i shouldn’t have ignored you. and didn’t you read the childcare emails last week? the toddler teachers got covid through their bible study, so i’m filling in until they’re better.”

“oh great, so i’m jealous and illiterate,” you nod. “good. love that for me.”

“you were jealous?” seonghwa asks with a smile and you groan again.

“seonghwa, yes, yes i was jealous. i’m jealous of the babies that you hug and kiss because i wish you’d do that to me, of course i was jealous of a girl throwing herself at you.”

you stop for a second and realize the confession you just made, and you feel your face flush. seonghwa shifts too, moving from just casually keeping you against the wall to pushing you into it with his hips. his hands rest at your waist, giving it reassuring squeezes as he speaks.

“as precious as that confession was,” he starts. “i did need some time away from you.” you start to pull away, and he shakes his head. “no, wait. i needed to cool down after we fucked because i was afraid the next time i saw you i would admit how hopelessly in love with you i am. and that’s a lot, right after sex, so i’m sorry that i took a few days and handled it poorly. i was trying to figure out my feelings, and also planning a whole confession, which was a waste of time apparently.”

“you’re hopelessly in love with me?” you ask, a smile creeping onto your lips. “why don’t you act like it then?”

then he’s kissing you, hands tracing your hips and traveling up your sides to cup your cheeks. he deepens the kiss as your hands wrap around his neck, and he mumbles into your lips “i’ve liked you since high school, and fell in love with you when i saw you with the babies for the first time, i think. still processing it though.”

“well,” kiss, “i think,” kiss, “it was the same,” kiss, “for me,” kiss.

“wait, really?” seonghwa asks, pulling away from you with a smile that lights up his eyes. another kiss. “why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

“still processing,” you tease, and with the next kiss seonghwa bites down on your lip in retaliation. “hey, at least we were idiots in love together.”

“i would prefer to just be in love with you,” he says seriously, finally looking up at you with something quiet and meaningful in his gaze. “i think i love you, y/n.”

“i think i love you too, seonghwa.”

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