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restlessmaknae · 7 months

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comfort [kang daniel]

kang daniel with a university/college student!au + “you are, without a doubt, the only person who can make me smile right now”.

➳ Characters: uni student!Kang Daniel x uni student!female reader/you

➳ Genre: slice of life, uni au, comforting, friends to lovers (implied)

➳ Words: 1.3k

➳ Warning: mentions of reader having a period, argument with friend

➳ A/N: This story was requested by @tranquilpetrichor for my request event. I hope you enjoy it! ❤️This story is partly inspired by real-life events, so thank you for the request, at least I could channel my frustration into this story haha.

You can still request stories for the event: you can find the guidelines here and the masterlist here.

➳ Taglist: @dat-town

You had the crappiest weekend ever.

You had been supposed to see one of your favourite singers on Sunday, you had made all the arrangements (booked the hotel, booked the train, told everyone about it and managed to drag your best friend with you, turning the Saturday night concert into a girly weekend with some sightseeing in a city that you hadn't been to a lot of times) only to have been told last minute that the singer had fallen ill, and the concert had to be cancelled. You had been shattered, but decided to go along with it.

However, on Sunday, the café you had put on the plan had been closed for technical reasons, the museum had not met your expectations, and besides, the weather had been horrendous. It had been raining all day with stormy winds, and your best friend huffed all the time that she hadn't enjoyed the weather and you should have known that this weekend was cursed from the start. To which, you couldn't have helped but retort that if she hadn't wanted to come, she should have just told you, you could have been fine, but neither the cancellation of the concert, nor the weather had been your fault. You had taken it upon yourself to arrange the travel and the accommodation in return for her coming with you, you had looked up sights that she would probably enjoy, and she had always said that whatever was fine with her, you could decide.

Yet, after the news of the cancellation, she had started turning everything against you which you hadn't enjoyed, to say the least. You had probably been angrier and more disappointed that it had all gone downhill after all the preparations, but she had just complained and complained. You had ended Sunday with an argument that had led you two to go back to the uni dorms almost in complete silence. Two hours worth of a train ride had never seemed so long, and if it had not been enough, your period had arrived on Sunday night, so you hadn't even slept well.

No wonder the 8am lecture on Monday didn't seem that appealing, but you didn't want to slack off and let the crappy weekend affect your studies, so you still decided to go. With one hand on your stomach (as if it could ease your cramps) and the other flipping through your notebook, you were praying that today's lecture would go by quickly.

You were so lost in thought that you almost didn't notice someone sitting down beside you, and if it had not been for Daniel's familiar deep voice reaching your ears, you would have probably not even looked up.

"Hey! How are you?" The boy inquired genuinely as he plopped down beside you, fishing his books and notebooks out of his bag. You were glad that he didn't look your way while doing so because you needed the time to pull yourself together.

"Hey!" You replied after a few seconds of silence, your voice coming out quite feebly. You cleared your throat before continuing though. "Not bad. And you?" You forced the words out, hoping that he didn't take note of the weariness in your voice. It was rather difficult to fake being happy, so you tried your best to numb your pain instead.

However, Kang Daniel was a psychology major for a reason. He was excellent at reading people's moods, and he was even better at comforting people. You had this one lecture together - Business Psychology, an elective for you as a Business major and an elective for him as a Psychology major -, but even during the time before these lectures and during short exercises the prof gave you, you could get to know just how kind and compassionate he was. One thing you had realised quite early on was that he was rather soft-spoken despite his deep, raspy voice (and on a side note, he had the most adorable eye-smile and dimples combo). He had definitely surprised you with his maturity and gentleness, you hadn't expected it from him when he had sat beside you during the first lecture in his all black outfit.

During the past two months, you had become acquainted with each other, and had even met up a few times outside of lectures - both purposefully and both by accident -, and you would say you had become quite the friends. Maybe even more than friends, but neither of you wanted to force anything, so you were getting to know each other slowly.

Yet, exactly the thing that you liked about him the most (his attentiveness) was why you felt a bit uncomfortable now under the searching gaze of his, in the crossroads of his worried eyes.

"You sure? Is everything alright?"

In vain it would be if you tried to deny it, so you let out an aghast sigh as you shook your head.

"Do you want to talk about it? You don't have to, but if you want to, I'm listening," he offered as gently as one could once he stopped packing his stuff, and now, he put his elbow on top of his books, his jaw resting on the top of his hand.

You didn't even know where to begin, but you started somewhere and the rest followed. You realised that once you started talking about it, it came easier to share even those concerns that you hadn't voiced out before (like as the fear of losing your best friend over something like this), and Daniel listened, asking a few guiding questions to fill the plot holes of your stories. It was actually quite deliberating talking about all of the things that had bugged you lately. Usually, you vented to your best friend, but with her still not having replied to your latest message and with her being a part of why you were upset in the first place, you couldn't do so.

"Do you want me to leave you be and not force you to talk? Or do you want me to talk about my weekend?" He offered the options before he tilted his head and added a third one. "Or maybe do you want to see new pics of my cats to cheer you up?"

Hearing his question, your lips immediately curled upwards, and your voice softened a bit when you spoke up.

"The cat pics sound the most appealing right now."

"Alright, here you go," Daniel announced with a dimpled smile as he took a hold of his phone and started going through his phone's gallery. He showed the latest pics and videos of his cats back home sleeping, playing with their toys, chasing after each other and bothering his mother while she was trying to watch a movie. You found yourself smiling and giggling at what he showed you, and when he reached the end of his new photos, he looked up at you and merely stared at you, an expectant smile hiding in the corner of his lips.

"Thank you for these. You are, without a doubt, the only person who can make me smile right now," you admitted honestly, and earned a more shy version of his previous smile. He didn't even have time to comment on it though because the professor walked in, but it was enough how he comforted you with his words, with his silence and with his presence. He was a great person, and you were glad to have him in your life.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed this story of mine! Let me know what you think!

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Hope you have a lovely day/night! Take care! ❤️

#kang daniel x reader #kang daniel x you #kang daniel imagines #kang daniel scenarios #kang daniel fluff #wanna one scenarios #wanna one imagines #wanna one x reader #wanna one x you #restlessmaknae's request event

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multiphandomunnies · 1 month

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wanna one

reactions

saying that you love them in your sleep

fans ship you together

you calling them your ideal type

gf is sad about eye bags

imagines

jisung

soulmate au

sungwoon

minhyun

seungwoo

jaehwan

daniel

jihoon

hating you

pantone 14-1513

woojin

jinyoung

daehwi

guanlin

bf! guanlin

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bbnibini · 7 months

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I find it so painfully heartbreaking that Solomon just...laughs off all the derision, the name-calling, and possibly even did "evil" things on purpose because it's expected of him at this point. (He had not always been like this as Thirteen pointed out before). There was a time when he was "innocent". When his soul sparkled. When it resembled the kind of soul everyone in these god forsaken (pun intended with spite) three realms seemed to associate with the ever loved MC. He's just...worryingly carefree. And because he's like that, he feels even more of a tragic character to me.

Sometimes it even seems that he himself would seemingly make up excuses on why he's hated. Oh, it's because I'm a sorcerer this. I might have won a war against Devildom single-handedly this. I have forgotten. But maybe, I did something bad, that. Hon, you were doing that to SURVIVE. You don't have to be a faultless person to deserve compassion. You don't have to be MC to deserve to be loved.

#rant #the more i play and read about nb solomon the more it feels like he's a worst case scenario foil to MC #and it's ridiculous maybe to feel this way but seeing how everyone dotes on mc and just panders to them without question no matter #especially with meaner dialogues #make me dislike the mc to some extent #what good will raising up one character do in exchange of dehumanising another?#i couldn't put a finger on this feeling before #but i think that's also why im so burnt out with this game #the more everyone loves me as the mc the more it becomes so apparent how unfairly solomon was treated #and how everyone ESPECIALLY HIM just rolls with it #sweetie please be angry. please complain. please hate me in some way #but no he just keeps loving and supporting the mc #in game in fandom this man can't catch a break #wanna gatekeep him fr /s #this has just been brewing in my mind for a while. i don't really wanna hear discourse or arguments that's why i put it in the tags #I just need a place to vent my frustrations with this game #obey me #obey me nightbringer #obey me solomon #spoiler mention #he's imperfect and flawed as all humans are and he deserves to be loved irregardless

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grandlinedreams · 6 months

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Ace burns.

Sometimes you think it a side-effect of his devil fruit powers, the simmer of his skin against yours, the curl of smoke from him during colder, early mornings.

He's a wildfire though, untamable in the way he blazes, threatens to burn you to cinders with the blistering emotion behind how he touches you. When he kisses you, sometimes all you taste is ash and smoke. Other times, the headiest whiskey you can find in any corner of the world, savoring the burn for what it is. You both know how this will most likely end ㅡ there are no happy endings guaranteed, especially not for pirates. Not for people like you, not for people like him.

But for the tragedy his life has already wrapped him in, he burns bright ㅡ smoldering embers of promise laid deep in his words that you want to believe, stoke his bonfire conviction with the tinder of your very being.

You want to believe in happy endings. For him, and for you. But you know that for all the ways that Ace lights your world aflame and you willingly go up in smoke with it, his wings are made of wax.

Maybe not today, not tomorrow, and hopefully not for a long time to come ㅡ but Ace has never been one to stray far enough from the sun, and those wax wings of his will melt.

You just hope you're there to catch him when they do.

#ㅡmine.#one piece scenario #one piece x reader #ace x reader #portgas d ace x reader #bc him and the icarus allusion makes me wanna rip my skin off #also me: how many fire allusions can i make

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hypewinter · 1 year

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I'm in a silly goofy mood so screw it, let's make younger brother Danny ideas for all the batbros. Heck! I might even do some of the other batfam members. We'll see. I'll make them all separate posts with one lighthearted and one angsty scenario similar to the Damian post.

Anyway with the set up out of the way let's take care of Dick first!

Jason Tim Damian Cass

Lighthearted

Around the time Danny is born, Haly's Circus is experiencing hard times. Because of this, Mary and John give him up for adoption in hopes of him experiencing a better life. Danny grows up to be super athletic and flexible. He also looks like the carbon copy of Dick. When Danny's class takes a field trip to Gotham, a batfam member spots him and believes he's a clone. Cue the batfam scrambling to figure out this clone's origin and purpose. Danny for his part, is absolutely confused why the Wayne's have such an interest in him until Tucker points out he fits the Wayne adoption bill. This results in him panicking and when Dick approaches him the next day he yells 'I've already been adopted once so no thanks!' and runs away. This peaks Dick's curiosity so he does something none of the other family members considered to do. He does his research. After a while of digging he finds out Danny was adopted in xyz place around xyz date that matches with the time his parents put his little brother up for adoption. Could it be?

Angsty

Danny is reborn as the youngest son of the flying graysons. The night their parents died Danny was in one of the trailers and not watching the performance. Therefore when everything went down, while Dick was being comforted by Bruce, the talons were able to kidnap him without anyone knowing. He is trained as the most prized talon of the court of owls. Eventually Batman proves to be a pain in the court's side so Danny is sent to take care of him. Batman doesn't want to admit it but he's having a lot of trouble with this particular assassin so he calls in Nightwing to help. Together, they manage to knock off the talon's mask. Dick sees his precious little brother's face that was once so full of life now devoid of all emotion and that makes him hesitate. This gives Danny enough time to make a tactical retreat. When Bruce finds out why Dick hesitated, he tries to bench him. The former Robin is having none of that though. He's getting his brother back.

#dp x dc #dc x dp #hyper prompts #younger brother danny #i have a secondary scenario for the angst portion #i thought it up before i thought of this one #if any of y'all wanna see it let me know

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popponn · 6 months

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a bit and more. [isagi yoichi x reader]

notes: i love green flag sweetheart isagi but his red flag bastard side also has its own charm. this guy got a good brain, is tenacious when he wants something, is good at hiding it but is a genuine asshole sometimes. i can go on, hence this fit of madness. warning: possessiveness, jealousy, sfw, reader's gender unspecified. isagi is a good boyfriend who is trying, but we all got intrusive thoughts.

the thing about isagi's possessiveness is no matter how smart he is in hiding, or expressing it in some matters, it really is a nasty thing in its rawest form.

and it goes hand in hand with many things. his jealousy, his selfishness, and his affection to you—

isagi is fully aware he has a certain part in there that is quite messed up. most of the time, those parts only came out during a heated match, even more so when his opponents tried to bait him out. for a long long time, as long as he could remember, isagi never brought out those parts of him outside of that. it's a part away from his family, his daily life, and every part of his that doesn't demand the egoism that had long planted its seed inside of him and bloomed.

yet, recently, there are moments where it slips into the life he shares with you.

the first time began small enough. not quite odd and almost like a dull, steady ache that isagi knows is still appropriate. it was merely a stranger who got too friendly, just a bit too close to you for his liking. isagi reacted to that spark without much fuss. he slid to his rightful place beside you, placing a hand around your shoulder, and pressed his forehead as if he was greeting you, all while silently watching the nobody with a piercing side-eye. then, the stranger was gone and it was the laughs that he shared with you that were important.

you are many of isagi's firsts—especially in the part of his life that isn't dominated by a grueling desire to win, win, and win—including in relationships. isagi dares to say you are the very first person he imagines sharing many things with in this kind of thing, both happy and not. so, when you choose to laugh and put your whole attention on him, isagi thrives and follows suit.

at that time, your relationship was still young and isagi was unfamiliar with that emotion. so, he put it in the back of his mind for later.

then, it pilled up and up and up.

it was you who laughed with bachira during a break.

isagi stood and stared from the other side of the field. it was a normal exchange, the rational part of his brain reasoned. but your eyes were supposed to be on him, the more unpleasant part said in return. so, in a curious manner that wouldn't raise anyone's suspicion, isagi walked towards the two of you and asked, "what are you talking about?"

it was you who accidentally wore the clothes chigiri somehow misplaced in his closet.

"eh, it wasn't yours? i thought you bought a new one..." you blinked, confused and guileless. you didn't make a move from your seat, clearly still taking comfort in your pile of blankets and chigiri's oversized t-shirt. isagi never really understood fashion, but he supposes if an oversized t-shirt is what makes you comfortable he will buy as much as you want later. "nope," isagi answered, pushing any other thoughts to mull over later. "that's chigiri's, i think? wait, let me ask him for a sec." and if isagi did everything in his power to get you out of that t-shirt as soon as possible, he made sure it all looked natural.

then, at some point, it is you, who is waiting for him at home after a long trip away.

it truly does feel ugly, isagi admits. even though he spends the time you two spent apart by listening closely to your story through the video call and replying to your chortle with his own soft smile—as genuine and as loving as it has always been for you—isagi couldn't exactly kick the unfamiliar nasty, gnawing feeling completely away the moment he meets you again. suddenly, with the urgency of matches and momentary soft comforts those calls provide away from the situation, all that is in his mind and feeling becomes a messy chain of questions and demands.

were you doing well while he was gone? did you think of him? how much did you think of him? did you wear and hug his shirts to sleep? did it bother you that he was away for so long? were there anyone—

"did you miss me?" isagi asks you, with lips pressing against your nape. his hands inches away from slipping under your shirt as he cages you from behind. he likes this feeling. it feels like you give him permission to have you, completely trusting him in a manner impossible to reach through efforts alone. isagi knows his ways with luck, but for once he truly feels like a lucky man with the way your body heated up under his touch. isagi likes it. the two of you on the bed, you dressed in his shirt, your body pressing against his, and the marks that start to redden around your neck. lovingly, isagi pressed a kiss to your shoulder. he enjoys the way your breath starts to heave and notes to himself to decorate your shoulder later. when you finally answer, isagi is far from surprised, yet still revels in it like a victor. "of course i do," you say, craning your head towards him with a pair of hazy eyes. when he sees it, isagi realizes the way his heart thumped loudly. he likes it when you look at him like that. it would be nice to have this often. he will work on it later. but for now— "good. i miss you too." —pushing you to the bed, away from anything that isn't him sounds like a good start.

#bllk #bllk imagines #blue lock #bllk x reader #bluelock x reader #blue lock x reader #blue lock scenarios #bllk isagi #isagi x reader #isagi yoichi #isagi yoichi x reader #bllk scenarios #blue lock isagi #drabble #drabbles #im trying so hard not to make isagi essay in the notes do you get me #the only thought here is yoichi and i wanna write. during a block. but it's itchy.#i hope i wont regret this. the one in draft is way more more

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toasteaa · 1 month

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It's White Day, which means I get to go super sappy and think about how you gave Neuvillette a single rainbow rose for Valentine's Day with the excuse of it brightening up his office and matching his eyes just a bit, and now you've just come into your office to a bouquet of rainbow roses with no obvious sender, but a little note nestled within the blooms with that familiar, elegantly looping script that just says "Thank you".

Is it a confession? A confirmation of mutual attraction? Or is he just mimicking what he's seen other humans do before? You don't really know and you don't really want to overthink the possibilities; just sit at your desk and watch how the roses seem to sparkle lightly in the filtered sunlight streaming into the room.

#toast talks #genshin impacted #I don't know what's happening to me I'm getting so sappy and lovesick eueueue #I just want...to get a bouquet of rainbow roses...even just a single one because they're so pretty...#this is the single scenario that will get me through the work day today. I can feel it hhhh #genshin x reader #genshin x you #neuvillette x reader #neuvillette x you #yeah yeah I know it's not as long as my usual Neuvillette thoughts but...I just wanna give him flowers 🥺

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reddsame · 1 year

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A sudden burst of inspiration from seeing fan-arts of Zoro's EH costume (english is not my first language)

TW; short af, reader (and me) simping over Zoro, pet names (slut, good boy, pretty, baby), masturbation (m reciving), anal play and sub!zoro/dom-gn!reader

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He doesn't even know how or when he ended up in that position, in all fours and red, covering his mouth to silence his moans and whimpers, as you play ur tongue in his hole.

Not long ago your dear boyfriend, the famous "pirate hunter" Roronoa Zoro had gotten that suit that according to you, was too provocative, you had already let him know on other occasions everything you wanted to do, unlike him, you were vocal, VERY VOCAL, and the poor soul could only growl and turn red every time you said detail by detail how you wanted to rip off part of his suit and expose his "privates" to ride that pretty big dick of his, blow him off, how u wanna suck his big and beautiful tits through the fabric, he thinking that you're joking as if he didn't know you, you whore have no same, and the poor boy is on the verge of tears, biting his hand in pleasure so as not to give you the satisfaction of hearing him moan at your actions. "Take It off" u say, referring to his hand, u are on your knees behind him while your tongue is buried deep inside his soaked and tight hole, he can't take it ofc he can, your tongue twisting insime him, his overstimulated and dripping cock screaming to be touched.

“Look at you, tight hole around my tongue, with your bare ass exposed, u are enjoying it you slut~"

“S-shut--Ah! U-uphmmgg!!~“ He growls, while his mouth and voice temble at your touch. Since you were being quite benevolent to him today and he was…behaving strangely well, you decided to give him what he wanted by starting to fistfucking his neddy cock, Zoro bit his lower lip, while the tips of his ears began to turn a beautiful crimson red, starting to let out little whimpers...you knew what he wanted. “Demand with your words baby~” you say, making him groan in discomfort. “P-pleaSESHIT~, m-make me..ah cum, pleasepleaseplease~” ...finally. “There u go, such a good boy for me, so pretty~”

Now, you keep stimulating his balls, sucking and kissing all that your mouth could reach, gently introducing two of your fingers into his entrance, you increase up the speed, watching as each time your needy boyfriend moaned and begged for more, until he reached his climax, letting everything out in your hand. Exhausted and with his heart pounding fast, you leaned in to kiss him, while he corresponds in a sloppy kiss.

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ninliane · 6 months

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how I think CANON kageyama really thinks about romance based on facts

This is more on just character analysis and observation but this is all speculation because if I'm being honest as a former Haikyuu x reader writer, I think he is the most mischaracterized and has potential for a different type of x reader, rather than typical romance.

Also I'm saying this as a Kageyama fan! This is just my thoughts jotted down hehe

I don't think Kageyama really had the chance to experience romance. Ever. I mean I could be wrong but based on what we we've seen there wasn't really time for it or even a single mention on it

Though given multiple chances to show it, he never showed any outright attraction to anyone outside of volleyball. Obviously this is not a shojo manga, it's a sports one but there are still multiple times where some sort of attraction has been shown towards characters.

He is unfazed by Kiyoko in a season 1 scene, he never fawns over any of the managers the way other characters do. (The only exception is when Saeko introduces herself and he and Hinata get excited) this isnt rly important tho, a lot of character dont do this

the only time he has ever been excited or passionate is when it comes to volleyball, the very reason why he stuck so close to hinata in the first place (this could argue for kagehina ((so true)) but that's a separate post lol)

HOWEVER he's also not repulsed by attraction towards him, as shown in the bonus chapter when he's aware that he and Atsumu are referred to by fans as the "Ikemen Players" and that people watch him for that; he says he's all for it because it get's people into volleyball

But the CORE REASON on why I think he never thought about romance is because he outright states in season 4 that he's not good at emotion, and his past. He likely does not know the feeling and even with friends he was still learning on friendship, but he wants to learn! (that's probably why he was so keen on asking oikawa for help in kitagawa-daichii)

Anyway so conclusion as an x reader writer, would he be datable? I mean it's not impossible. After all we hardly see his life outside of volleyball, it would just be challenging, just like getting him to play on a team. In fact it would even be cute to see him think about it.

I wrote all this bc I think it would be interesting to see this kageyama in fics, instead of the usual tsundere/constantly getting mad and embarrassed ver of him (me,,I used to write him like this,,,)

Now how would I write canon Kageyama off with staying true to his given character as much as possible?

I think he would be very calm and nonchalant about it. They've shown us that he's very aware of his emotional weaknesses in understanding but that he's ALWAYS willing to try and connect with others.

So while I think he can most definitely live his life without romance, I think that he is bound to think about it at least once and contemplate it. He might even be open to trying it for the sake of trying something that's so common with others, but in my opinion he will always love volleyball more than anything else, and that's not a terrible thing at all.

#tldr as a viewer: I think he's aromantic #as an writer tho #I still love him lots y'all #but he has one of the most interesting characters I wanna pick open #haikyuubu #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu!!#haikyu #kageyama tobio x reader #kageyama tobio #kageyama x reader

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riboism · 1 year

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the beguiled

pairing: inkeeper! p.sh x married! f. reader

blurb: As a last attempt to save your marriage, you and your husband take a short vacation to a secluded lake house. But what happens when the owner of the bed and breakfast derails your plans?

genre: smut, angst, infidelity, mentions of alcohol, f. reader x husband! kim hongjoong, reader x park seonghwa, cheater!reader, husband!hongjoong, inkeeper!seonghwa

wc: 5.9k

This week wasn’t at all what you imagined it to be. You pictured being in a nice Airbnb that overlooked the snowy mountains of Aspen. You loved cold, brutal winters, as they gave you an excuse to cozy up by the fire with your husband. You imagined laying your head against his chest while he draped a blanket over you and told you stories about his childhood. He’d quiet his voice like he was whispering something that he didn’t want anyone other than you to hear, even though it was just the two of you alone in the room. You loved when he did that. The softness of his tone and the warmth from being in his arms would lull you to sleep, and he’d chuckle softly when he looked down and saw you drooling all over the new sweater you got for him. But you weren’t in Aspen. And you weren’t drifting off to sleep in your husband’s arms. You were in a secluded lakehouse in the middle of a humid forest, ass up and face down on a creaky mattress while your husband drilled into you from behind.

It was the first time in months that he touched you. You weren’t enjoying it- not at first, at least. He fucked you like it was an obligation. Hongjoong knew you were upset with him, and unfortunately, there weren’t any jewelry stores nearby for him to go buy you a “Sorry for being a shitty husband and ruining our vacation” gift. So when you came upstairs after dinner, Hongjoong gave in to your displeased look and decided to make amends in a way he thought would help you forget about the whole thing. And you let him.

You were immune to him. Honestly, he was the last thing on your mind right now. Even with him gripping your hips and groaning as he plunged into you like this, all you could think about was Mr. Park. The Innkeeper, Mr. Park.

At first, his presence irked you. The whole point of this vacation was to get some alone time with Hongjoong and rekindle whatever sparks were left in your marriage. But how could you do that with this random stranger hovering over you two all day? You had to enjoy dinner with him every night, and it didn’t help that he slept right downstairs. But then, your husband’s work phone wouldn’t stop ringing, and he started to flake from your lakeside plans to go and handle his “emergency work stuff” in your rooms. You couldn’t believe that he brought his work to your vacation. At first, you blamed the promotion for your current marital crisis. But after the past few days, you started to see that the decline was caused by you, not his job. You weren’t exciting anymore, well not as exciting as his job, so when it came down to it, Hongjoong would rather attend a four-hour-long meeting than go to a picnic with his wife.

You knew he wasn’t enjoying it either. Well, he was enjoying getting his dick wet as any man would, but he didn’t see it as making love to his wife. He didn’t see you at all, and you didn’t see him either. The most intimate act wasn’t intimate anymore because both of you had someone else in your mind at the moment. Him, he was probably thinking about the end-of-the-year bonus, or maybe that scantily clad secretary at his work. Since when were push-up bras and deep v-necks office-appropriate attire? You never brought it up to him, but it bothered you that she got to see your husband more than you did.

But you weren’t any better. Since Hongjoong was absent most of the time, Mr. Park took it upon himself to keep you company. It was innocent at first. You helped him out in the kitchen from time to time, and after lunch, you two would walk under the never-ending green canopies and talk about anything and everything. And yes, you did develop a small crush on him, who wouldn’t? He looked like he was carved out of marble by Michaelangelo himself- perfect brows, plush and full lips, shiny black hair, and that voice. Velvety and smooth with a slight thickness that made you squeeze your thighs together whenever he called your name. It was just a harmless crush. Married women can have crushes, can’t they?

Then something happened at dinner tonight. You were upset. You had spent most of the day in the kitchen with Mr. Park preparing Hongjoong’s favorite dish for dinner. Only after setting the table, did you get a text from your dear husband saying that his meeting was running late and that, “you guys should just start without me.” So yeah, you were upset. Reasonably upset. And a little drunk because you drank more Pinot Noir than you can handle. And Mr. Park, like any nice host, comforted you while you ranted about your dying marriage and how badly you wished you never walked down that aisle.

It felt nice to have someone by your side and holding your hand while you quieted your sobs. Just his presence alone put you at ease. He said he knew how it felt to be lonely. He said a lot of sweet things that you couldn’t remember. Honestly, everything leading up to it was a blur, but the one thing you couldn’t get out of your head right now was when his hand moved to your bare thigh.

“You deserve to be ravished” was all he said before he leaned in. You were shocked at first, but you didn’t pull away. His lips were intoxicating, and you were desperate to have more of him. He worked his hand up your thigh, and you automatically spread your legs apart to make it easier for him. You could feel him smile into your lips at the impulse, and he didn’t hesitate to cup your clothed heat. He swallowed up all your moans and palmed over your wet panties with his skilled hand, his thumb flicking over your clit just the way you liked. You wanted to straddle him right then and there, let him rip your clothes off and ravish you over the dinner table, but suddenly you felt an overwhelming sense of guilt. You realized what you were doing and pushed Mr. Park off you.

“I’m sorry I…I have to go to my husband.” You panicked before fixing yourself and running up the stairs to where your loyal husband was waiting for you, leaving a disheveled Mr. Park behind at the dinner table.

Your heart was stuck in your throat. You worried that Hongjoong heard something, or worse, saw you with the Innkeeper’s hands stuffed inside your panties. But to your relief, he was blissfully unaware of your adultery. He apologized for missing dinner, and when you didn’t react to his apology, he started up with his sweet talking and kissed up your neck before pulling you into bed with him.

You were disgusted with yourself. Yes, your marriage was in shambles and you were unhappy, but this wasn’t the solution. You thought you were better than this. You still loved Hongjoong and would never in a million years think to hurt him like this. But if that were true, why were you sort of bummed that you ended things so abruptly with Mr. Park? Why did you secretly wish you two had just continued? Were you seriously thinking about another man while your husband was inside of you?

You turned your head to the door. Could he hear you two? You knew he had to have heard the creaking bed, at least. Does he think you're a slut for that? For letting another man touch you and then immediately go and have sex with your husband? You wondered if he was watching. Maybe he had a hidden peephole and was watching you from afar, stroking himself to your wet sounds. Thoughts of his cock flooded your brain. You knew he had to be big- bigger than this. He’d probably fill you up just right and it would only take a few pumps before you were creaming all over his-

No. Snap out of it.

“Feels so good Joongie,” You whined, worried he might think something was wrong from the lack of noises coming from you. He gripped your hips tighter and slammed into you even harder.

“Almost there baby” He groaned. How romantic.

Your eyes were still glued to the door. What if he really was watching you? From the keyhole maybe? Should you put on a show for him?

You brought your fingers down to your heat and gently rubbed your clit. You thought about Mr. Park’s mouth. It was probably the prettiest mouth you’ve ever seen. How badly you wanted them peppering kisses all over your body. You let out a string of moans while you worked yourself faster. They were getting louder and more urgent, in hopes that maybe he could hear you reaching your high.

You took your other hand and squeezed your breast, your eyes still studying the door. If he were watching, he’d find you absolutely stunning right now. Hair a mess, slightly covering your eyes but thankfully your mouth was visible while you moaned and held your lips agape. He wouldn’t know what to do with himself seeing you play with your most sensitive spots while taking it from the back. You were absolutely filthy and it was all because of him.

“Joong, I’m gonna-” You grasped your breast tighter and prepared yourself.

One last thrust and he reached his high with you. His cum leaked out of you and dripped down on the sheets. You sighed, slightly annoyed because now you have to change the sheets before bed.

Hongjoong fell sloppily next to you, chest heaving up and down as he caught his breath. He looked over at you, pleased to see how fucked out you look from his cock. It boosted his ego just a little bit.

“I don’t think you’ve ever been that vocal before babe.”

“Shut up and get me a towel.”

The next day you spent avoiding Mr. Park. You let Hongjoong go down for breakfast without you and stayed in bed, claiming that you were having a stomach ache and that you just wanted to rest for a bit. You couldn’t face him, not after last night. You went a little overboard, for sure, and you honestly felt nothing but shame about it. What were you thinking letting another man touch you like that? You’re married! And what if he heard you making those lewd sounds last night? At this point, you just wanted to crawl into a hole and die.

You told yourself it was a weak moment. A sudden lapse in judgment. A drunken mistake that will never happen again. It wasn’t your fault anyway. Mr. Park basically threw himself at you. No, you were a good wife because you ended things before they got too far. And those fantasies…they’re just fantasies. All that happened last night was that you made love to your husband and went to sleep. That’s it.

Everything was going fine until dinner came around. Hongjoong took your quietness and the newfound desire of staying in your room all day as a sign that you were still mad at him. So to make amends to you and to Mr. Park for skipping out on dinner last night, Hongjoong decided to drag you out of bed and force you downstairs to the dinner table with him. He really had to decide to be a present husband now? It was just your luck.

“Foods delicious Mr. Park, as always. Thank you” Hongjoong complimented. You forced yourself to keep your head down, too embarrassed to be sitting across the very man who could ruin your relationship with a snap of his fingers. Mr. Park noticed your discomfort. He almost found it amusing and wondered if he should mess with you a little.

“I’m glad you’re enjoying it.” He spoke so calmly like nothing had happened between you two last night. Meanwhile, you were struggling to get even your first bite down your throat. The whole situation had you uneasy and you were beginning to think of an excuse to leave the table.

“And thank you for taking such good care of my wife,” Hongjoong smiled at you. “I know I’ve been away for most of the trip, but I’m glad she had someone to spend time with while I was handling my work calls.”

You could’ve just ignored the calls and let some interns deal with it.

“It’s my pleasure,” Mr. Park swirled his wine glass. “But you know, if I had a wife like yours, I’d let all the calls go to voicemail.”

You froze in your seat. What was he doing? Hongjoong, even if he may seem uninterested in you at times, still felt possessive over you, especially when other men gave you unprompted compliments. You worried he might take the comment the wrong way, but to your surprise, he seemed oddly okay. Hongjoong took your hand into his and gave it a small squeeze.

“Yes, she is a beauty, isn’t she? You should see the wedding pictures. I’ve never seen a more beautiful bride.” Hongjoong smiled at you fondly.

“I bet.” Mr. Park took a long sip of his drink while staring intently at you. You felt hot under his gaze and tried to busy yourself by shoveling the rice around your plate. Suddenly, you felt something snaking up your leg. You darted your eyes across the table to a very smiley Mr. Park.

“So, how did you two meet?”

It was an innocent question, but you wished Mr. Park wasn’t playing footsies with you under the table while you and your husband recanted your love story.

“We met in college” Hongjoong began. “It was, what, junior year?”

“Senior year.” you smiled through gritted teeth.

“Right, senior year. Anyway, we had a group project for one of our classes, and none of the group members ever reached out. The deadline was approaching, so we decided to work on it in the library without them. And when that was over, we became friends, and then at the end of the semester, y/n confessed to me.”

Mr. Park leaned in, intrigued to learn that it was you who pursued him. “Y/n confessed to you?”

Hongjoong blushed. “Yes, she beat me to it! Took the words right out of my mouth. We’ve been together ever since.”

“That’s just surprising to me, that y/n confessed to you first. She doesn’t seem like the type of person to just…open up so easily.”

His foot inched even higher up your leg, and he toyed with the ends of your dress. You knew what he meant by opening up. You thought back to last night, feeling stupid over how quickly you spread your legs for him. Your cheeks were flamed now, and you silently prayed that he’d stop before Hongjoong noticed how much of a mess you were becoming.

“I guess I’m just special.” Hongjoong smiled, gleefully unaware of what was going on under the table.

“So, how did he propose? Sorry, I’m just dying to know. I get a lot of couples here, and I love hearing their proposal stories.” His gaze shifted back at you. You were in no state to talk right now, but Hongjoong and Mr. Park eagerly waited for you to retell the story. With Mr. Park’s touch getting dangerously close to your heart, you struggled to get even the first few words out.

“I-It was during our vacation in P-Prague.” He was right between your legs now, rubbing at the skin between your thighs. He looked at you innocently, like he wasn’t making a mess of you right in front of your husband. You were scared that Hongjoong could somehow notice what was going on. Tucking your anxious thoughts away, you continued telling the tale. “W-we were just about to go skiing and then-”

He finally made contact with your clothed clit, rubbing his toe up and down at your aching bud. The sudden motion made you jump out of your seat, causing your chair to fall back onto the ground.

“Honey, are you okay?” Hongjoong asked confused. He placed his hand on the small of your back, furrowing his brows in concern. You quickly pulled your dress down, feeling out of breath from the sudden rush.

“I’m sorry, I don’t think I’m feeling well tonight.”

Before anyone could say anything more, you gathered yourself and scurried out of there. Hongjoong got up and followed after you, asking you over and over what was wrong. Mr. Park sat back and smiled to himself before taking another long sip of his wine. He loved seeing you flustered. He made it a goal to see you like that one more time before you left.

Hongjoong was like a wave. There were periods when he would be absolutely enthralled by you. He was more attentive, caring, and sweet. It was like you could see a glimpse of who he was when you first met him all those years ago at the library. Of course, the rising tide always has to fall and the periods of sweet and caring Hongjoong went back to careless and overworked Hongjoong. Like right now.

“Do you really have to go?”

Hongjoong shimmied into his pants, running his hand over his dress shirt to tuck it in. He got a call from work and was asked to come back to the office.

“I told you, honey if it were up to me, I’d stay here with you. But the Anderson group is thinking of pulling out, and I’m the only one who can talk them out of it.”

“But you’re on vacation. We’re on vacation.”

Hongjoong sighed before sitting down on the bed next to you. “I know, I know, but I told you. This merger is huge. We can’t lose it.”

You crossed your arms and looked away from him. You were too angry and too tired to continue arguing. Hongjoong slipped his fingers underneath your chin and force you to look back at him. He leaned closer to you, now speaking in a lower and more serious voice.

“This can be big for us. I’m doing this for you, for us.”

You pushed his hand away from you. You wanted to spit at him, to tell him that you couldn’t care less about a merger and that you know he’s doing this for him, not you. But again, you were too tired to argue so you held your tongue. “You’re really just gonna leave me here? With that guy?”

“That guy is a wonderful host who has been nothing but kind to us. And I’ll be back before lunch, okay?”

Not waiting for an answer, Hongjoong pressed a quick kiss on your forehead before he started to head out. Now you were all alone. Wonderful. Your friends back home must be dying to hear how your husband ran out in the middle of your vacation to go to work.

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Now came a new dilemma. After a few hours of laying in bed, you started to feel hungry. You thought about going downstairs to get something quick to eat, but you worried that you might run into Mr. Park. You didn’t want to see him, not after what happened last night and the night before. But your hunger pains grew more difficult to ignore, and you had no choice but to sneak downstairs for a quick snack.

The fridge was fully stocked. You don’t think you’ve seen a fridge this well-stocked than when you visited your parents’ house last Thanksgiving. You scanned the shelves of its contents, indecisive over whether you should take a couple of string cheeses or the freshly made berry yogurt parfait. You figured there wouldn’t be any harm in taking both.

“If you were hungry, you should’ve come down for breakfast. I made your favorite.”

The voice coming from behind you made your stomach churn. You took a deep breath before closing the refrigerator door and turning around to face Mr. Park. His gaze on you made you feel small, even though he was a couple feet away from him.

“I-“

Mr. Park walked up to you, slowly closing the gap between you two. You held your breath as you two were chest to chest now, his eyes heavy on you. Before you could say anything more, he cut you off again.

“You’re in my way.”

After realizing he needed access to the fridge, you stepped aside for him. You watched him as he opened the door and bent down to look at his inventory. “You still like your eggs French, right?”

You had told him about the time Hongjoong and you went to France for your honeymoon and how you’d eat creamy French style scrambled eggs for almost every meal because they were too good to have just once a day. “Yes.” You said in a small voice.

Mr. Park took out a carton of eggs, butter, milk, and chives before closing the refrigerator door with his foot. Juggling all the ingredients in his arms, he flashed you a quick smile. “Good.”

The whole situation was odd. You felt like you couldn’t leave so you stayed in the kitchen while he prepared your eggs. You couldn’t deny that you didn’t enjoy the view. Watching a handsome man with a kitchen towel laid over his shoulder, preparing you your breakfast was any woman’s dream. But you weren’t just any woman, you reminded yourself. You were a married woman. Out of shame, you looked down at your feet and forced yourself to keep your eyes off from him. Mr. Park noticed and smiled to himself.

“Come here.”

There was that voice again. Even saying something as simple of a demand as come here made you melt into the floor. You hated how every essence of his being- his voice, his eyes, his touch- made you weak and hopeless as ever.

“Why?” You managed to ask. He smiled to himself again as he reduced the flame under the pan.

“Just want to show you something.”

After hesitating for a short while, you finally walked over to his spot at the counter. You watched him as he whisked the eggs over a pan of boiling water, his arms flexing a little as he did so. “You always temper them over a low heat. That’s what makes them nice and creamy.” It seemed like he was acting as if the last two nights didn’t happen and was continuing with the small cooking lessons, he’d give you whenever you helped in the kitchen. You nodded along as the eggs began to curd. Suddenly, Mr. Park stopped whisking and handed you the whisk. “Now you try.”

Unsurely, you took the whisk from his hand and moved closer to the stove. He gave you a nod to proceed. You tried to mimic his whisking, but Mr. Park immediately stopped you, clicking his tongue at your lack of experience in the kitchen.

“No, no, no.” He stood behind you now and you could catch a whiff of his cologne. It was salty and breezy, almost like the ocean. It was a nice scent. Much calmer than the intense sandalwood Hongjoong would wear. “You’re going too slow. You have to be fast or else they won’t cream as nicely.” He took the whisk from your hand and demonstrated for you. You tried your best to pay attention, but it was hard with his scent overpowering you. He stopped his demonstration and handed you back the whisk. “Now take some of the butter and mix it in.”

You did as instructed and dropped a few cubes of butter into the eggs. You began whisking as he told you to, unsure of whether you were doing it correctly. Honestly, whisking eggs wasn’t difficult, and you hated that he made the most mundane tasks so difficult for you.

“Just like that.” He said into your ear. Your breath hitched after feeling his lips ghost over your ear. You pulled yourself together and continued on with your task, trying your best not to show any weakness. But he noticed and was smiling to himself the entire time because of it.

“Now take the spatula and mix it all together one last time.”

Putting the whisk down, you took the spatula from the counter and did as you were told. The eggs looked just like the ones you ate in France and a small smile spread across your lips from the accomplishment.

“Good girl.”

It was like every cell in your body melted into one another. Good girl. He had no idea what he was doing to you, and you no longer had the restrain to hold yourself together. Mr. Park feathered his lips around your ear lobe before taking it into his mouth. You whimpered as he suckled onto your skin, biting back any moans that threatened to escape your mouth. His hands made their way to your chest, tracing his fingertips over your nipples before giving your breast a tight squeeze. His hands felt so good; no matter how hard you denied it, your body would always betray you. From the goosebumps prickling over your skin, your hardened peaks, and the wetness pooling between your legs, Mr. Park knew he had an effect on you and there was no way either of you could back out now.

You felt him press himself into you more. His hardness was hard to ignore and that only made you needier for him. Unable to hold yourself back, you wrapped your arm behind you and palmed over his cock. Mr. Park’s breathing grew shakier as he grinded himself into your hand. Unable to hold back any longer, Mr. Park placed a hand on the back of your neck and gently tried to bend you over the counter, while using his other hand to drag your dress up. Before he could do so, your conscious rang in and the overwhelming rush of guilt and disgust took over and ultimately led you to push him off of you.

"We can’t” you panted, scrambling to fix your dress in case Hongjoong walked in.

“Why not?”

“I’m married.”

He laughed. “Just a few days ago you said you didn’t want to be.”

“That was before. Things are different now.”

He stepped closer to you. “Oh yeah? And where is he now?”

“He’s um…” you looked down at your feet, “he had to go to the office for something.”

“The office? During your vacation? Sounds to me like he hasn’t changed at all.”

You were starting to grow impatient with him. Who was he to act like he knew anything about your marriage? “You don’t know my husband. You don’t even know me.”

He took another few steps closer to you. “Oh, I know you, y/n. You’re easy to read.” He continued walking towards you, making you take a few steps back as he talked, “I know you’re unhappy. You have been for a while now. I know that you’re desperately holding onto something that you know is seconds away from falling apart. I know you're lonely…you just want someone to pay attention to you, don’t you?”

He had you cornered now. You gasped when you felt the wall up against your back. “Am I right on the money?”

“I-I love him” you stuttered. The way you said it didn’t sound too convincing. But it was true, he was your husband and even if things were complicated at the moment, you still had feelings for him. Right?

Mr. Park kneeled down in front of you, not affected by what you were saying to him. “Okay.”

“And what we did…it was a mistake.”

“Okay.”

“A-and…and he can never know about this.”

His lips caressed over your skin, leaving a trail of lazy open mouth kisses up your leg. “Okay” he said in between kisses.

“I made a vow” you warned, but your words weren’t enough to stop him. His head slowly disappeared under your dress, inching closer and closer to your wet center. “T-this can’t h-happen. Ever.”

“Then tell me to stop,” he spoke into your skin, “tell me you don’t want this.”

Your head grew dizzy from how close he was to your aching cunt. You wanted to tell him to stop, but the words failed to come out of your mouth. His kisses halted right before he got to your center, “Should I stop? Or can I keep going?”

You were glad that he couldn’t see you from under your dress, or he’d probably laugh at your fucked out expression. His fingers gripped onto your panties and pulled them to the side to reveal your glistening cunt. Your wetness being exposed to the cool air made you shiver. Mr. Park cooed at your dripping cunt, “Doesn’t look like you want me to stop. Or do you?”

“No, please,” you breathed out, finally giving in, “keep going.”

After you gave him the green light, Mr. Park lunged at your heat, lapping up every bit of your essence. He loved that he could draw out so many broken moans out from your lips with his tongue alone. He suckled over your clit, allowing himself to moan one because of your taste and two because he knew that would drive you over the edge. He was right.

“Mr. Park!” You wailed, trying to grab his hair but your dress was still draped over his head. Somehow, not seeing what he was doing down there made the experience even more delicious because your body was truly at his whim.

“Call me Seonghwa.” He mumbled into you. He then inserted one of his fingers into you, continuing to suck over your clit as he did so. Your head fell back against the wall and you wished you had something to hold on to because Mr. Park had no intention of being slow and gentle with you.

“T-too fast!” You cried. “Gonna cum!”

He could feel your walls clenching around him, forcing another moan out from his lips while he licked and sucked at your pussy. He used two fingers now and quickened his pace, the squelching sounds from your wet center along with his hand slapping into your cunt filling up the room and ultimately making your cheeks redden in embarrassment.

“Go ahead. I wanna taste your cum.”

And with that you bucked your hips up, the wave of pleasure almost making you fall over. Mr. Park kissed your inner thighs as you came down, careful not to touch your pussy as you were still sensitive from your orgasm. Unveiling himself from your dress, he stayed on his knees and gazed up at you, completely allured by how gorgeous you looked right now. You felt the same way, loving the way your arousal coated over his lips like a gloss. He had no intention of wiping it off.

Mr. Park was upset that he didn’t get to see you when you reached your peak. He was too consumed by your taste and pretty and whiny moans that he missed out on it. How badly he wanted to see you when you were pushed to the edge like the time at the dinner table. He remembered promising himself that he’d see you like that one more time and he decided to start another round.

“Get on the table.”

With how eager you two were, if there were any place-mats and dishes on the table, you would’ve pushed them off the table all dramatically. You laid on top of the table, your dress completely discarded and thrown to the floor. All that remained was your bra which failed to cover one of your breasts fully, and your panties which were still pushed to the side. Mr. Park lined himself up with you, rubbing his tip over your swollen bud.

“So fucking wet” he breathed. His cock breached into you with ease, but your eyes welled up from the stretch. He was bigger than you were used to but your pussy swallowed him up perfectly. Once he was fully buried into you, you gasped at how full you felt. Mr. Park didn’t wait for you to get used to him and began rocking into you with no remorse. You had nothing to hold onto but your breasts, kneading them in your hands as he set his own pace.

“You know, I could hear you the other night.”

You suddenly felt shy. “And?”

“You wanted me to hear you, didn’t you?”

When you didn’t answer, Mr. Park grabbed you by your waist and pulled you closer to his pelvis. He pushed his hands onto your lower stomach, feeling his cock slide in and out of you. The pressure on your stomach felt so good that you thought you could finish any minute now.

“You were calling out for me, weren’t you? While your husband was fucking you. I bet you wanted me to watch, didn’t you?” He teased. You were too far gone now, he fucked every sense of composure and reason out of your system, so you gave in to his teases.

“I wish I just let you take me on the table that night, your cock feels so good.” You admitted. He chuckled before bending down to kiss you. You could taste yourself on his lips. He was sloppy with his kisses, jamming his tongue into your mouth to explore yours. His hand reached down to reunite with your heat again, and he rubbed small circles over your clit as he pushed himself deep into you. You moaned into the kiss, your vision getting dizzy with pleasure.

Mr. Park pulled away from you, making you whine from the loss of contact. He pushed your legs up more, gripping onto the back of your thighs as he drilled himself deeper into you. You could start to see him losing himself into you, his release imminent. Your pussy felt so good to him, and he wondered what pathetic loser could give up such good pussy for an office job. Although, he didn’t want to bring that up and kill the mood by bringing up your husband.

He could last a lot longer than this, but your tight walls and the rush from being caught at any minute pushed him to his release earlier than he wanted it to. He groaned as he emptied himself into you, and you could feel his cock twitching inside of you. Once the aftershocks went away, he made two or three more long strokes before completely pulling out of you. You hummed seeing his cock completely drenched in your and his cum.

“Seonghwa” you called. He looked down at you with hazy eyes, immediately knowing what you wanted. He leaned down again, reconnecting his lips with yours. You wrapped your arms around his neck, moving your lips in a slow and passionate kiss. It had been so long since you’d been taken care of like this and you almost wanted to cry when his lips trailed away and kissed your eyes, forehead, cheeks, just anywhere on your face that he could get his lips on. You knew what you two did was wrong, but you’ve never felt this loved in such a long time.

After he retired and laid his head on your chest, you held him close and signed into his hair. “Why did I have to find you now?”

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