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which txt members do u think would last the longest?
(congrats on 1.5k lia đŤśđŤś)
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teehee thank you bunnie~~ <33
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yeonjun -> stamina of a god. three positions in two hours. wonât let himself cum until u have, until ur begging for his cum lol and will go again and again until ur crying !! says âthink you can handle me?â during the talking stage but heâs being 100% serious
taehyun -> total pleasure top so he wonât even think about his own orgasm til youâve been thoroughly pleased hehe >< sub or dom heâs always completely focused on making you feel good n wonât stop until you want to!
soobin -> entirely depends on how worked up he is hehe ,, can either last hours or seconds he just cannot handle being teased or edged he will bust immediately
beomgyu -> unable to stop himself once his climax starts building, just cant focus on anything other than chasing his own release! always makes sure ur feeling good too tho ^^ creampies u n then shoves his head between ur thighs to finish i off.. gets u all messy w his spit and cumâŚ
kai -> pussy drunk and inexperienced :â( can cum in minutes if heâs really horny hehe but heâs ready to go again almost immediately !! will keep going til ur both overstimulated n covered in cum ><
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Elegant Agere Stimboard!!
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request for @babykin25 !! :D
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Okay, you still have a spot. Great. I thought they'd be filled so, I didn't send anything lmao. Insomnia has its perks.
This is deeply self-indulgent and I'd love more Hao from you. So, hear me out, Minghao with a breeding kink. I feel like it doesn't get enough attention especially given how much that man gravitates towards babies lol. Like he and Reader visit Cheol's and see him with his new baby and, Hao's like oh, wait a minute. I think this is making me feel some type of way.
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minghao has a knack for keeping the things you tell him in mind. from your favorite brand of wine to how the idea of bearing children terrifies youâhe remembers all of it. so your husband is in a bit of a crisis when he realizes that this newfound desire to start a family kind of clashes with something you trusted him to respect.
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 TAGS; idolverse, established relationship, hao trying (and failing) to play it cool about the wanting-to-be-a-father thing, brief discussion abt family planning, this is only a little sad bc hao has overthinkeritis, smut (MINORS DNI!)
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 WARNINGS; mentions of pregnancy and childbirth but nothing too graphic
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 NOTES; i scheduled to post this when it hit exactly 12 midnight in rj's timezone just in time for her birthday :> (pls look away if i got the schedule wrong,,,) i'm not really back yet bcs this is a queued post, but happy birthday, beloved. i love you more than i can say directly, so i decided to just write a fic for you instead! hopefully, i can come back and torment you with every other seventeen member BUT cheol soon :3c
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SMUT TAGS; unprotected sex, breeding kink, creampie, multiple rounds, mating press, hao is just really feral in this yk
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In the height of his career as an idol, Xu Minghao filmed a certain piece of content where he was asked a normal question to which he responded with a slightly controversial answer.
"How many kids do you want in the future?"
"Oh, It's not me who'll give birth, so I can't be the one to decide."
It's a response that made waves on the Internet during the week the video was first postedâa reaction from both fans and casual netizens alike that Minghao definitely did not anticipate that he would receive when they packed up the set several months prior.
It's pretty much the logical answer, isn't it? Sure, he'd love to have kids someday, but the quantity isn't something he should decide on without his non-existent partner's input.
Minghao learns further down the road, when he finally meets and eventually gets together with you, that the number of children isn't the only thing that a couple should mutually agree on.
"I don't really want to have kids..."
You tell him this during a spontaneous date he deigned to take you out on. He just came back from a tour packed with a long list of stops and even if he should probably catch up on some sleep, he opted to have a picnic with you at the park because of how much he missed you.
Your cheeks are stuffed with a few bites of pie, thoughtfully chewing as you wait for Minghao's response to your sudden confession. If he didn't know you as well as he does, he wouldn't have sensed the waves of anxiety rolling off of you in wavesâas if you're waiting for him to get mad at you for simply being honest.
Mingao heaves a quiet sigh before he pulls you into his chestâa tiny squeak caught in your throat after swallowing your food.
"Hey, that doesn't make me love you any less," he murmurs, pressing his lips on top of your head. "I know bearing children can be terrifying and painful, so I completely understand."
For a moment, your brow dips, a soft frown tugging at your lips. "I-It's not that I'm terrified... Okay, maybe a little. Butâ"
Minghao promptly silences your protests with a firm kiss on your lipsâone that you find yourself easily melting into given the time and distance that's separated you until this moment. He smiles against your mouth, glad that you can be honest with him about things like this.
"No buts, if you don't want to have kids, that's alright," he murmurs before pulling away. "Maybe we can just get a dog. You're already close with Mingyu, aren't you?"
That makes you snicker. "You're so mean."
It's a brief exchange that Minghao doesn't really think about again for several years. After all, his career as an idol was at an all-time high. As much as he wants to settle down with you and start the next phase of his life, he's certain that he shouldn't step out of the limelight just yet.
But it doesn't take long for time to catch up with him.
One by one, his brothers are off to fulfill their mandatory service and the group's activities are at a momentary standstill. Those who were left behind go their separate ways for a whileâJoshua expanding his solo promotions in the US and Jun taking up more brand sponsorships in China.
Minghao chose to stay in Seoul mostly for your sake, and the fact that this city is the only common ground between him and the rest of the boys. When Vernon and Seungkwan enlisted together, it was around the time that Seungcheol and Jeonghan came back with overgrown buzzcuts, while Joshua landed in Incheon for the first time in two years.
It was also the time when you and Minghao got married.
The event was celebrated among close friends and family with only a brief news article about the marriage of SEVENTEEN's The8 allowed by the company to circulate for a while. They did a good job at keeping things hush hush, and Minghao thinks it's only because it's been more than a decade since his debut that they're being so lenient.
But even if they weren't, nothing would stop Xu Minghao from making you his wife either way.
It takes a few more years for all thirteen of them to get back together again, but when they do, the first thing that Seungcheol does is invite everybody to his daughter's first birthday.
Minghao has met baby Suri a handful of times in the past. Seungcheol's wife visits them at the company from time to time, wheeling Suri's stroller into the practice room as her uncles all fawn over her until she's crying. For some reason, the only people the infant seems to tolerate are Jun and Seokmin.
It's pretty much the same scene during the party. Seokmin and Jun are the only ones allowed within a one-meter radius from Seungcheol's baby girl to prevent an incurable crying episode in the middle of the celebration. Soonyoung was not happy with the fact that he can't personally give Suri the little tiger plush he got for her, but Minghao thinks it's for the best.
But then, as everyone was finishing up with dinner, he saw you walk up to Seungcheol's wife with a familiar sparkle in your eyes. You're staring at Suri who's all dressed up for her party with a look of endearmentânearly gushing with how animatedly you're speaking with her mother.
Minghao doesn't think much of it. You and her have always gotten along for as long as he can remember.
What does catch him completely off-guard, however, is the fact that Suri is being handed into your arms and you let it all happen without much of a fuss.
Chan was in the middle of telling him about this martial arts move that he'd wanted to choreograph into a dance but as much as he wants to give the younger man advice, his gaze is completely glued to the sight of you with Suri in cradled against your chest.
It's one thing to see a woman holding a baby. It's another to see his wife do the same thing.
"Hao, look!" You quickly call him over when you catch his eyes in the crowd. "Suri thinks I'm worthy! It's been five minutes since her mom handed her over and she's still not crying."
The sight is so adorable that Minghao abruptly excuses himself from his conversation with Chan to rush towards you with clipped strides. His heart thunders inside his chest as you visibly dote on Seungcheol's daughter, and he isn't sure if he wants to give the feeling a name.
It eventually fades into a barely there throb in his chest when he drives back home for the evening. You quickly fill the silence with your attempts at looking at some properties in this newly opened residential area near the freeway and as always, your husband lends a willing ear.
"It's a little far from your company building, but it's much more spacious than our apartment right now," you chuckle, face alight with the glow of your screen as you scroll through the property's details on your phone.
Minghao hums before pulling over at a red light. "Hm? Isn't our place alright as it is? Why would we need the extra space?"
He half-expected you to answer with something along the lines of, so I can have more space to keep my book collection in or so you can have enough room to practice at home if you want to.
But all you do is let out an uneasy laugh, locking your phone before depositing it in the cupholder on the middle console.
"Y-Yeah, you're right. That was a bit silly of me."
The next time Minghao unwittingly makes the connection with you and the prospect of having kids is when Seungkwan's nephews are in Seoul for a couple of weeks.
While he and his sister are off to run errands every now and again, they typically ask Jun to watch over the kids because out of all the members, he's definitely the only one who can be trusted around children. Even more than those who are actual fathers.
But it just so happens that Jun is all the way in Shanghai to shoot for a historical drama, and for some reason, Seungkwan thought it would be a good idea to drop his nephews off at Minghao's doorstep.
"You're pretty decent with kids and your wife can take care of anything," Seungkwan praises while he ushers four year-old Hanjun into the room and eight month-old Jiren into your arms. "We'll be back for them after lunch!"
It's just as Seungkwan said though: Minghao is pretty decent with kids and you can take care of anything.
While waiting for lunch to cook in the kitchen, you both do your part in entertaining the children���Minghao pointing out different shapes and animals in the picture book from Hanjun's backpack while you quietly feed Jiren the baby formula that Seungkwan's sister prepared in advance.
So distracted with the sight of your soft gaze transfixed on the baby in your arms, Minghao barely notices it when the soup he's prepared starts to overflow from the pot. You scold him for being so distracted before he shuffles into the kitchen with his tail between his legs.
As he salvages what's left of the soup, Minghao tries to pull himself together. Sure, it's been a few years since you two tied the knot, but you made it clear years ago that children wasn't on the table when it comes to the two of you.
It's something that you both agreed on even before marriage, and Minghao isn't about to break your trust by saying he suddenly wants kids all because seeing them in your arms makes his brain short-circuit. He has more tact than that.
"Is it just me or are you acting a little weird?"
For some reason, you choose later that evening to corner him in the quiet of your bedroom. Minghao was just getting ready to sleep when you turned to face him with a frown.
"Weird how?" he wonders, praying that you wouldn't single him out like you probably will.
"I don't know, you were looking at me funny when I was giving Jiren his formula," you point out. "You only do that when you want something from me."
Your words make him sigh. Of course his wife would catch onto every nuance of his actionsâeven from his stare alone.
"And what do you think it is that I want?"
"Xu Minghao, we're already married. Cut the games and just tell me what's on your mind."
God, he really couldn't love you any more than he does now.
It takes several minutes, but you and your husband eventually migrate to the living roomâcups of hot chocolate in hand as you patiently wait for Minghao to open up about something he's been keeping to himself for a while now.
He's rightfully nervousâhands clammy around the ceramic of the mug that matches yours. It's Game of Thrones-themed with a dragon's neck acting as a handle. You kept insisting at the souvenir shop that its selling point was the unique design, but Minghao was pretty sure you were excited by the fact that the printed text changes color depending on the drink's temperature.
With that memory suddenly drifting into his mind, the tension ebbs from his shoulders. Though he tends to forget, you're the last person who'll condemn him for what he's about to say to you.
"I've been thinking of starting a family with you," he admitsâhitting his point straight to the roots. "But... I always brushed it aside because I know how you feel about kids. I don't want to force you into something you don't want."
It's in times like this where silence is more deafening than actual noise. It rings in Minghao's ears as you watch the steam rise from your mug and your husband lets himself stew in his anticipation, wondering how you'll choose to respond to his honesty.
Will you laugh at him? Will you be angry with him? It's a subject that the two of you rarely broach with each other, so he isn't quite sure how to handle whatever reaction you'll grace him with.
What Minghao never would've expected, however, is for you to crack him a relieved smile.
"Me? I thought you didn't want kids because having one would be detrimental to your career," you chuckle, taking the first few sips from your hot chocolate. "And you always kinda shrugged it off whenever I tried to ease the topic into the conversation."
"I did?" Your husband scowls. "When did I do that?"
"After Suri's birthday party? When I was showing you a couple of new houses?"
Oh. Oh.
"Shit," Minghao mutters, embarrassed. "I almost forgot about that. I'm sorry, love. It didn't occur to me because you said that you didn't want to have kidsâ"
"One time," you interject with a groan. "That was one time, Hao. God, can't a woman change her mind about wanting kids with her husband?"
He blinks. "But you said you'd be terrified."
"No, you said I'd be terrified. As an educated guess and to some extent, you're right. But it's not the having-a-kid part or the childbirth part that terrifies me, Hao." You let yourself breathe for a couple of seconds and it comes out shaky. Minghao has to resist the urge to reach out to embrace you.
"What terrifies me is becoming a mother."
The silence of the living room thickens when you say the words and Minghao feels his chest flutter with that same feeling from the first time he saw you cradling Seungcheol's daughter in your arms. Despite the questions swimming inside his head, your husband keeps his silence and lets you continue.
"Like, yeah, the pregnancy is going to be hell and god knows whether I'll even be alive after giving birth, but..." You hesitate, refusing to meet Minghao's eyes for reasons that elude him.
"Raising a child so they would grow up to become a good person is even more daunting to me... What if I accidentally teach them something wrong? What if they end up hating me because I can't keep up with whatever trends kids would come up with in a few years? What if they love you more than they love me?"
Minghao laughs airily. "Is that last part really a necessary measure?"
"It is," you insist before breathing out a laugh of your own. "Urgh, you get the point! It's just that... I'm not against having kids, but the responsibility that comes with raising one overwhelms me whenever I think about it."
"You know you're not in it alone, right? I'm your husband. Of course I'll be here to support you however I can," Minghao sighs before finishing the rest of his drink. "Whether you want kids or not, I'll go with either choice because I want what you want, yeah?"
"Yeah. I do know that. I think I've always known, but at the same time, I didn't want to tie you down," you murmur, tracing the handle of your mug with a small pout. "If we have a kid together, they might take up the time meant for your schedules. I never want to burden you like that..."
Your husband sets down his mug on the coffee table, carding his fingers through his hair with a disbelieving sigh. You were starting to fear that you might've annoyed him by accident, but when Minghao leans closer so that your eyes are leveled, you realize that is far from the case.
"Baby, our wedding rings are literally tattoos," he reminds you while reaching for your handâpressing the inked fingers together. "I'm as tied down as I can be and you've never heard a peep out of me after all this time, yeah? So don't you ever think you or our future kids would be burdens to me."
Playfully, you raise an eyebrow at him. "Kids? Plural?"
"Hey, like I saidâ"
"Yeah, yeah, you want what I want," you interrupt with a roll of your eyes. "I get it Hao, you're a gentleman. But what if I told you I want you to fuck me on this couch right now and give me your kids?"
The wording is so crass that it could only be seen as a joke, except the reaction it incites from Minghao is leagues more intense than a mere joke would. The mental image injects a rush of corrosive want straight into his bloodstream and Minghao swears it makes him a little lightheaded.
Your husband lets out a shuddering sigh. quickly lunging after you to pluck the mug out of your grasp and safely place it on top of the coffee table. When you look up at him so prettily as he cages you on the couch, the sight makes his cock twitch with anticipation.
"Then I want that, too."
Logically speaking, you and Minghao can't just flip the switch and go into full babymaking mode after a heartfelt conversation and a bunch of impulsive decisions.
For one, you were still on birth control. It would take some time to wean yourself off it and you'd have to ask your doctor if it was safe toďżź stop taking the pills at this point in your life.
Next was that Minghao and the rest of the guys are going to be preoccupied with their latest albumâone where all thirteen men are back together after years of being separated. It'll go on for a couple of months and maybe a year if he's going to take their tour schedules into account.
And because he doesn't want to be absent in any milestone during your hypothesized child's life, you and your husband mutually decided not to actively try for a kid just yet.
But that doesn't mean you can't pretend.
"Fuck, baby, your cunt's gripping me so tight," Minghao groans, nearly hissing as he slides his cock against the velvety heat of your walls. "You want my load in you, pretty? You want to me to pump you full until it's dripping out of your pretty pussy?"
With coherence having long left your mind, you arch your back even higher as your husband continues to plough you into the mattress. "Y-Yes, yes yes! Hao, feels s-so fucking good!"
He chortles quietly and even with your cheek pressed against the sheets, you can still picture the smirk plastered on his face. "Pretty baby's in love with my cock. You just can't get enough of me, can you?"
"More," you whimper, the muscles of your pussy tightening around his length as he plunges in and out of your sopping entrance. "W-Want more, Hao. Need you to fuck me harder..."
Your husband is quick to comply with your wishes, gathering your hair with one hand while keeping your hips in place with the other. Minghao slams his hips brutally against yours, making stars dance in the seams of your vision as the head of his fat cock bullies its way into your leaking hole.
He's so deep, you can feel him prying your cervix open with a promise that you'll be filled to the brim if you behave tonight. And with all those years of being a professional dancer under his belt, it's no surprise that he's got enough stamina to wreck you more times than you can handle.
The first orgasm blindsides you completely. He'd just been whispering both sweet and filthy nothings into your ear when it washes over you like a tidal waveâinevitable, inescapable.
(Doing so fucking good for me, love. Taking my cock like a good, good wife. You'll take my cum just as well, won't you? Keep it inside so it'll take and you'll be swollen with my child. Then everybody will know you're mine.)
The second time it happens is mere seconds after Minghao's own orgasm. His thrusts have started to lose their practiced cadence and even if you've been in this situation countless times before, the euphoria that sings in your veins makes it feel like the first time all over again.
Minghao's cock twitches before his cum spurts in thick ropes inside your tight cuntâfilling you with a warm sensation that has you biting down his neck to stifle your moans. The motion of his hips slows to a crawl as Minghao feels you clamp down on his length. Your pussy gushes around him with a delicious grip that brings him dangerously close to another orgasm with how good you feel around him.
"Fuck, baby," he swears, voice still hoarse with need despite the fact that he's fucking you into overflowing. "I love you. There's no one else I'd want to have a family with."
"T-There better not be," you say cheekily before Minghao is flipping you around so that you're lying on your back. The sensation of his cum dripping out of your ruined pussy makes your skin tingle with excitement, and the fact that his ravenous gaze is trained on your body isn't lost on you.
"Be a good wife for me and hold your thighs up," he whispers lowly and it takes you mere seconds to comply. "That's my girl."
You preen at his praiseâno matter how pathetic it would make you seem. After all, if there's anyone who get reduced you into a cockdrunk mess, it's most certainly your husband.
Minghao doesn't waste any more time, he pumps his cock into full hardness for a few momentsârefractory period be damnedâbefore gliding the head of his cock against your slit. Your thighs twitch every time be brushes against your clit, making you cry out with desperation as he gloats at your misery.
"Minghao," you beg, trying your best to hold your thighs up just like he asked all while he's taking his sweet time admiring your pussy. "Fuck me more. Want you to fill me up even more."
"Needy little thing," he chuckles. "You want my kids that badly? If I fuck you too much, you might actually get pregnant, love."
"Don't care," you practically sob. "I want it. I want you. All of youâeven your kids."
Fuck. He really, really fucking loves you.
Minghao needs little encouragement after that, gripping his cock tightly as he guides himself back inside you.
The new position makes it easier for your husband to pound into youâthe weight of his thrusts pressing you into the bed with enough intensity to make the wooden enforcements of your bed groan from the effort he's exerting. He splits you open on his cock, spreading your folded thighs as far as he can as he drills inside of you with the promise of another load.
"So pretty and pliant for me," he whispers, pressing a soft kiss on your nose all while the squelch of your cunt with each pass of his cock echoes in the bedroom. "My perfect wife. You'll let me breed this pussy once all's said and done, won't you?"
You nod all too eagerly. "Yes, Hao! I'll let you use my pussy however you want. Just please make me come again!"
"So demanding," your husband sighs with a wicked smile as one of his hands trails between your legs. "Hold those thighs nice and open for me, love. You'll feel even better soon."
"W-Wait, Iâ"
Your protests quickly melt into a hiss of pleasure when Minghao applies ample pressure on your clitâlathering his fingers with your slick before tracing tight circles around the sensitive nub.
He knows you so well, been with you for so long, that Minghao already knows the ins and outs of your body. Your husband claims that making you come undone with his own fingers is a practiced art and that he'll never forget about it until the day he does.
So it's no surprise how quickly Minghao manages to make you unravel at the seams when he couples his intense thrusts with the added stimulus to your clit. You're creaming around his cock in no timeâmuffling your cries in the crook of your lover's neck as he fucks into you with the intention of filling you up even more.
"I love you," Minghao rasps as he tucks your head beneath his chin, pinpointing the height of his own pleasure. "I'll want no one else but you, baby. No one."
Shakily, through a haze of delirium, you manage to say, "I-I love you too, Hao. I'll always be yours as long asâf-fuckâyou'll always be mine."
You twitch violently beneath the weight of Minghao's body and the sight of you so fucked dumb on his cock eventually pushes him over the edge. Your husband comes with a sharp breath, his white hot cum gushing into your pussy until it drips onto the sheets.
It's only when you've come down from that post-coital high that you realize Minghao is looking at you as if you hung up all the stars in the sky. You respond with a weak smack against his chest.
"Don't look at me like that," you grumble weakly. "I might think you're in love with me."
"Y/N, we're already married."
"I don't see how that's a problem."
As Minghao does the honors of cleaning you up after roughing you up all evening, you quickly realize that, really, there's no reason to be terrified at all.
Not when your husband will be by your side every step of the way.
⢠end notes: i wrote this in a haze so if there are any technical writing errors, i implore you to just ignore them for my sake <3 happy birthday again to my soulmate, rj! i hope you enjoy your day to the fullest and i also hope you like this gift i wrote for you hehe ^\\\^ like hao to the reader, i'll always be w you every step of the way (i'm just a lil busy rn, so i hope you forgive me !!)
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omg only now I see you accept requests!!!!! Could I possibly ask something about Changbin and doting on him and his tummy? istg I go feral anytime a hint of his belly peaks through the clothes⌠I want to kiss his tummy and cuddle him with my hands on him after I prepared a delicious dinner for him
(photo credits to @/ultragedits)
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tags: changbin, changbin tummy appreciation, fluff, feeding, pet names, gn!reader, praise, body worship, teasing, food as a love language
note: sorry this took so long anon!! life has been a whirlwind recently and i had to step back and put my big boy adult pants on. this prompt had me very excited, so i hope you enjoy my writing. this is my second time writing a request for skz <3
summary: changbin sitting shirtless in your apartment is free reign, especially after a good meal.
 both of you were still getting used to living together. the domesticity felt like a warm and safe blanket, giving you the kind of life youâd only dreamed of before meeting changbin. though he was often pulled left and right for schedules and the looming thought of his upcoming tour towered over both your headsânothing could erase how either of you felt when he came home at night.
you heard the familiar noise of the front door unlocking before you saw him. getting up from the couch, your feet carried you out of the living room and to the hallway. even with his dark curls covering his eyes and his black mask covering the lower half of his face, youâd recognize changbin anywhere.
âwelcome home, bunny! how was work?â you asked, though youâd gotten used to hearing the same sort of answer every night. âmmm.. it was alright, but changbinnie missed you!â he spoke cutely while referring to himself, which let you know his day was the least of his worries. large arms wrapped around you, securing you in a hold youâd missed for most of the day. with your head against his chest, you could breathe changbin in and sigh in satisfaction.
he pouted once you let go, but found himself content once heâd clung to you from behind. this way, you could use your hands for whatever you needed, while still providing changbin the contact that heâd been craving from you while he was gone.
with his chin nudging at your shoulder, you walked to the kitchen. as youâd reached the counter, changbinâs hands made contact with your hips. he spun you around so that youâd face him without using any real strength at all. changbinâs face mask had been pulled under his chin, showing you the features that you loved so dearly. heâd even brushed his bangs out of his eyes, allowing you to see him fully.
if actions truly did speak louder than words, his gaze was proof enough that the man loved you wholeheartedly.Â
one step was all it took to close the distance between you and your boyfriend. his right hand reached to the side of your face, using his fingers to push back a strand of hair behind your ear. his other hand rested on your hip, holding you steadily. âtell me about your day, baby. did you miss me too?â changbin smiled, before placing a soft kiss on your chinâalmost like a way of encouraging the words to fall from your lips.
âit was pretty quiet. rain cancelled our plans, so i stayed at home for most of the day.â
your lack of answering his second question caused changbin to pout. he pressed himself closer to you, nosing at your neck before leaving a gentle kiss on the skin there. you giggled, unable to tease him for too long considering he was so cute. âof course i missed you, bin. you know i always do.â
though he tried to hide his reaction by burying his head into your neck, you could see the tips of his ears turning red. there your boyfriend was, in all of his bashful glory.Â
âiâm sure thereâs something else you miss, other than me.â you teased once again, though changbin found himself out of the loop. âhm..? what do you mean?â he asked, pulling away from you to stand straighter. suddenly, his eyes lowered on your figure, a half smirk forming on his face.
â..not that, mister. youâre dirty.â changbin whined in protest, pouting even harder than before to the point he emphasized his softer jowls. âtell meeeee!â his volume increased from before, though he wasnât particularly yelling at you. changbin tended to be loud, and that was that.
âmy cooking, sillyâi made you dinner! creamy bacon carbonara with pork katsu on the side, youâre going to love it! i think i went to heaven and back after eating it myself.â you giggled.Â
though he never explicitly said it, you knew food was one of changbinâs love languages. the noises and expressions heâd make while eating was enough evidence that food was the quickest way to his heart. eating always seemed to bring him happiness, whether it was during the months heâd be dieting for comebacks or bulking during breaks.
as you put on a pair of oven mitts and pulled the dish out of the oven, you remembered how proud of yourself you were when you first sampled the food. cooking for yourself and changbin was a great excuse to improve your skills. you knew that if youâd found it good, your boyfriend would find it even better.
âoh my gosh.. i think my heart just started beating like crazy.â changbin joked, though the statement definitely held some truth to it. he watched over your shoulder as you reheated and plated the food for him, his hands gently rubbing your sides. a dangerous shiver went down your spine, but that was for later.
âhere, why donât i set the living room up for a movie while you go change into your pajamas?â you offered, turning your head to look at changbin. he frantically nodded, more motivated to quickly change by the prospect of dinner, a movie, and you waiting for him.
when he returned, changbin looked more comfortable. his pajamas always consisted of shorts, so the sight of his thicker thighs wasnât new (but highly appreciated). however, the shirt heâd been wearing seemed to fit him deliciously (also highly appreciated). it mustâve been an older one, considering the way it clung to his larger chest and left little to imagine around the curve of his belly.Â
god, your boyfriendâs body drives you crazy.
âevery time i see you, i just remember how lucky i am.â you mumbled, not really expecting changbin to respond since youâd sounded so cheesy. thankfully, cheesy didnât exist when it came to you. had you been one of the members though, he surely would have cringed.Â
instead, changbin found himself gently swatting at you. âthis food already has my heart beating out of my chest, donât make it worse!â he chided playfully, though the blush creeping onto his cheeks told a different story.
once he sat beside you, changbin immediately pressed a kiss to your cheek, then your lips. âthank you, baby. it smells delicious!â
and with that, changbin ate.
he shoveled bite after bite of pasta past his lips, along with the crispy pieces of pork katsu. you cooed every now and then as he worked through his plate, subconsciously finding yourself praising him for eating so well. a healthy appetite had never made you this happyâat least, not until youâd fallen in love with changbin.
the movie youâd put on didnât hold either of your attention. while changbin was focused on the flavors of each bite, you were content with watching him eat. his cheeks were fuller, and there was a shine to his lips from the amount of times heâd bitten them while eating. you found the habit cute, and you knew if youâd pointed it out, heâd grow flustered.
âsomeoneâs eating well.â you teased, as one of your hands moved to rest on the curve of his belly. rubbing gently through the fabric, you could tell he was getting full. the flesh of his stomach was usually soft and pliant under your touch, but neither could be said for the firm mound underneath your fingertips. changbin dreamily sighed at your touch, before setting his fork down and leaning back against the couch cushions.
âoh.. i definitely ate too much.â
you quirked an eyebrow, having taken changbinâs statement as an invitation. your hand snuck under his shirt gently as you moved closer to him, continuing your ministrations without the fabric between you and his skin. every time your fingers made contact with his skin, changbin had goosebumps and butterflies. your hands knew his body no more or less than your own.
your fingertips danced across his skin like feathers, causing changbin to giggle. however, just as youâd begun to pull back, changbin had reached behind his head to pull off his shirt. once itââd been removed, you were left dumbfounded. you would never get used to how good he looked or the fact that he was all yours. when you looked up from his torso and caught his gaze, two hopeful eyes stared back at you expectantly.
âcan.. can you keep going? donât want you to stop..â changbin shyly admitted, turning his head away from you to hide his burning cheeks. you cooed, finding his demeanor cute.Â
underneath his rapper persona and his confident personality, changbin was more soft and gentle than expected. the members knew it of course, but especially you.
âof course, bunny. anything for you.â you purred, nuzzling your head against the side of his larger shoulder. changbin softly sighed again, relaxing against you just the same. the movie had finished by now, and neither of you could explain what happened no matter how hard you tried.
changbin sitting shirtless in your apartment was free reign, especially after a good meal.
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if you could do another mild sadism piece that would be amazing
18+ ONLY đ MINORS DNI
daddy cockwarming sesh with a ruined orgasm
He makes you cockwarm him first. Youâre not supposed to move, but you feel so full, it feels so good, itâs hard to sit still. Every time you start to move your hips he pinches you on the soft skin of your hip, first as a warning but then harder and meaner the longer you go, until you have to stop. But the pain feels kind of good too, and sometimes you think it almost gets you close to cumming. It goes on like this for forever until your pussy is dripping wet and clenching all over him. Finally he whispers in your ear, âOk baby⌠you can ride me now.â Oh my god, youâve been waiting for this. With enthusiasm you start to bounce up and down in his lap but it feels so good that after just a few seconds, oh no, oh fuck, you canât hold it back. You start to cum around his cock after almost nothing. You whine in distress, and he cruelly grips your hips and holds you in place so you canât even draw out your weak little orgasm, completely ruined after all of that torture and suspense. Heâs murmuring to you, laughing at you. âYouâre already cumming? You poor little thing. Oh noâŚâ And then heâs laughing again. âDonât cry, baby,â he says, as he wipes the tears from your cheeks with his fingers.
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can we pls get a jealous! vanessa x reader dear author đđź
Hawk - Vanessa Shelly x F!Reader
Description: It's one of the rare occasions your partner in crime is jealous, this time because you've got an outing with one of her rivals. While it's nothing too extreme, Vanessa still pulls out all her methods in order to get you to stay.
# requested by anon
Media: FNaF!Movie
Character: Vanessa Shelly
Tags: Jealous!Vanessa, Established Relationship, Fluff, Overprotective!Vanessa, Cute Stuff, Shy Love, Flirting.
No Warnings.
read my TOS + Vanessa Shelly Masterlist
Vanessa had returned from the corridors, holding several boxes filled with thin-texted contents and colorful folders. As soon as she slipped out of the elevator with her selected uniform, her brows furrowed at the sight of you talking with one of her co-workers. Normally, Vanessa didn't mind when you were drawn to her partners when you came to the station sometimes, but this felt different. You were standing next to another character decked in the same blue wear, who was leaning against the wall and holstering an infectious smile that had unfortunately breezed to you. Vanessa wasn't the type of woman to judge purely off of body language, but again, there was something in the air. She knew the situation had already been posted, so why not go for it? Vanessa inhaled harshly and approached in the middle of a conversation.
"So, thenâoh, hey, Vanessa." The officer said, "You heading out?"
"Ah, yes." She nodded. Her eyes wandered towards you, "Hey, I didn't know you'd be coming to the office early."
You folded your arms and smirked, "Well, I got off my shift at noon, and I was pretty eager to see you."
The officer fixed their posture. "Oh. You two know each other?"
"Well, yesâ"
Vanessa cut you off, "She's my girlfriend." and you could feel her fingers digging on your shoulder lightly. She then awkwardly added, "Yeah, about a year. Just us. Pretty sweet, right?" You decided to smile softly to blend the tension.
They laughed sheepishly. Obviously puzzled by the shift in the mood. "Well, congratulations. I didn't know Vanessa had a girlfriend. I'm happy for you."
"Why thank you." Then, Vanessa hand locked into yours, shaking it softly but noticeably. "Well, anyway. We better get going, right?"
You stammered an answer while scratching the back of your neck. "Oh, yes, right. Sorry, we got some errands."
"No problem." They said, "Hope to see you again? Oh, byeâ" but Vanessa was already gently pulling you outside. You huffed, "What was that about? I was talking."
Vanessa opened the trunk of your car, slipping the boxes inside. "I didn't do anything."
"Yes, you did. What are you? Jealous? Nothing was going on with them, you know it." You protested as you set yourself into the driver's seat. Vanessa clicked on her seatbelt, "Jealous? Me? Never. I think you're taking this the wrong way,"
You couldn't help but giggle though. "Whatever, just don't do that again, okay?"
"No promises." Vanessa cooed with a smile.
#đ vanessa shelly#vanessa shelly#vanessa afton#vanessa shelly x reader#fnaf#fnaf movie#writing#writers on tumblr#đ request!
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Do Scp Jaxâs pupils turn heart shaped when he sees someone he loves and/or has a crush on?
Me when Iâm normal over a Scp rabbt
Well, they do now!!
#my stuff#aa I tried my best to draw Miffy I hope I got her right! QvQ đđ#noodle toon#scp!jax#Miffy#my art#not my character#tadc#the amazing digital circus#tadc jax#jax#ask#request
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I donât think there are any memories that are okay to forget. None. I thinkâŚ. I want to live with all my memories. Even if theyâre sad memories. Even if their memories that only hurt me. Even if theyâre memories Iâd rather forget. If I keep them and keep trying, without running away⌠If I keep trying, then somedayâŚIâll be strong enough that those memories canât defeat me. I want to think that thereâs no such thing as a memory thatâs okay to forget. | requested by @haroldtea âĄ
#momiji best boy đĽş#I love him so so so much đ#thank you for requesting! did I cry while watching the episode? perhaps đĽšđ¤Ť#fruits basket#momiji sohma#animangab
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Hey ya I saw you making mood boards for people's account and I found it really cool! I've never seen you before you don't even know me and I'm sorry for being a bother but can you make one for mine too? Sorry for the troubleâĄ
Its no trouble dw, here you go, i did the best i could, hope you like itđŻď¸
#moodboard request#ducks#dear diary#reading#the virgin suicides#studying#travel#coquette#dollette#female hysteria#female rage#femcel#hell is a teenage girl#lana del rey#lizzy grant#moodboard#coquette dollete#đ#inbox
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Summer Camp inspired Age Regression moodboard !! âď¸đđťđ¨đď¸đ§¸đď¸đŞ˛âď¸đđ§đđŞąđźđ¸đđđž
eee these are so fun!! this was very self indulgent hehe <3 moodboard requests are now open, if u have any ideas for a moodboard put em in my inbox!! :DD
#mineđ#moodboard requests open#I love making em!!#requests open#safe agere#agere caregiver#agere little#agere blog#agere community#sfw agere#age regressor#age regression#agere moodboard#moodboard#sfw regression#sfw interaction only#petre#sfw puppy petre#petre caregiver#safe petre#petre community#petre blog#sfw petre#pet regressor#pet regression#age regressive#age re blog#age re safe space#age re caregiver#mood board
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Hii!! minghao + "oh really?" / "yes, really." / "lying doesn't suit you, sweetheart." from the prompts enemies to lovers? :D
â rush hour â˘
pairing: minghao x reader
summary: you used to be good friends with the newest dancer in your agency, but your competitiveness gets the better of you when he overtakes your spot as the top performer of the monthâfor three straight months.
word count: 6.7k words
tags: enemies to lovers, dancer au? unresolved sexual tension, smut
warnings: promiscuous behavior in public, graphic sexual content (minors dni!!)
notes: this . got really REALLY long :D like long enough to have its own header and everything LOL it probably helps that hao has been clawing his way back into my bias line these days, so the brain rot kinda just spilled out,, anyway, thank you sm for sending this in!! i hope you like it :3c
smut tags: porn with some plot ig, public sex, vaginal fingering, exhibitionism, hao is kinky as fuck, dirty talk, degradation
svt taglist: @wonderfulshinee - @misssugarlips - @yourfavoritefreakyhan - @jeanjacketjesus - @just-here-to-read-01 - @hanihans - @venusrae - @taestrwbrry - @minnie-mouser22 - @dreamhannies - @thvhannie - @kkooongie - @gae-uls - @lenireads - @gaebestie - @ryusha-rose - @enhacolor - @ilyvern - @woo8hao - @spk93 - @tommolex
minghao taglist: @zeenanigans - @renjunphile - @pluviophile-xxx
Saying that you hate Xu Minghao is a bit of an overstatement.Â
After all, you were the one assigned to show him the ropes when he was accepted into the agency. While youâre no professional mentor, you like to think he was able to rely on you during those first few weeks. Heâs been in Seoul for a better part of two years, and although his Korean can already pass as a nativeâs, you knew he still struggled every now and again. Itâs a good thing that verbal communication isnât direly needed in your line of work.
Minghao was an excellent dancerâone of the best youâve seen with your own eyes. You once took pride in having a budding prodigy like him as an understudy. Whatever steps or routines youâd ask him to try out and make his own, not only will he deliver, but heâll blow your expectations out of the water while heâs at it, too.Â
It doesnât help that he knows his own body well enough to channel each movement with passion that makes him look alluring to everyone who dares to watch any of his performances. Minghao isnât vain or conceited or anything like that, but heâs completely aware of how attractive he is, and thatâs a trait thatâs further amplified by his dancing.Â
You suppose the funniest part about this senior-junior relationship you have with him is how he always asks for your input about his routines. Even if Minghao has long proved that he doesnât even need a pseudo-mentor like you, he still takes the time to hear out whatever you have to sayâeager eyes always shining every time you indulge him with an answer.
Another thing that inevitably brought the two of you closer is the fact that you both take the same train and get off at the same station. Your apartment is in a different neighborhood from his, but you find comfort in the newfound company youâve been given since Minghaoâs arrival. Though he doesnât talk much outside discussions about work and other dance-related topics, having someone familiar to sit right next to you on the train is more than enough to quell the dayâs fatigue.
Your other colleagues sometimes voice out their envious comments jokinglyâsaying that youâre extremely lucky to have such a hot guy as constant company. Almost always, you respond with a vigorous shake of your head before insisting that things between you and Minghao arenât at all like that. Besides, you know better than to nurse a romantic relationship between your colleagues. You wouldnât even let yourself have a crush on any of them.Â
What they donât know, however, is that on very rare occasions when your body feels just a little too heated, and your sheets a few threads too thick, itâs Minghao that flits into your mind as your hesitant fingers reach between your thighs.Â
You touch yourself to the thought of him taking you in one of the dance studios. Specifically, in front of the full-stretch mirrors as he fucks you from behind. You imagine him whispering how good you are for him, how youâre taking his cock so, so well.Â
Subverting the mere image of the kind man who constantly seeks your validation for his performance has you creaming on your own fingers within minutes, and if you werenât such a terrible person, you wouldâve felt bad for thinking about him in such an obscene light.Â
Then again, what Minghao doesnât know wonât kill him.
His first month in the agency comes and goes like the changing seasons. Next thing you know, itâs time for monthly evaluations again.Â
While others would usually dread these assessments, you looked forward to them. You know that theyâre less a measure of talent, and more a measure of hard work. Sure, talent could be one of the main driving factors of getting a high score, but you know better than anyone else that talent is nothing if you donât work hard enough to cultivate it.Â
Thatâs the kind of mindset that always landed you in the top of the rankings for every monthly evaluation.
And itâs the same mindset that puts you immediately beneath Minghao.Â
The agency is always prompt with the release of the results. Theyâd post the typewritten scores next to the dancersâ names in the bulletin board at the ground floor cafeteria for everyone to see two days after the monthly evaluation.
It was a bit of a challenge to squeeze past the other dancers to get a good look at this monthâs resultsâthe crowd being more chatty than usual. Your closer friends insisted that youâd be number one as usual, and that you didnât have to check at all.Â
Part of you wants to believe them, but the unsettling feeling that pools in the pit of your stomach doesnât let you become complacent. It doesnât help that everyone around you seems like theyâre sneaking glances your wayâonly to look away when you try to catch their gaze.Â
When you finally make it to the front of the board, you notice that Minghao is already thereâalready dressed to kill for todayâs sets and routines. His black hair is still damp like he just got out of the shower and rushed straight to work, eyes glued to the bulletin board. You wouldâve let your gaze linger a bit longer on his gorgeous face, had it not been for the surprise that awaits you on that single sheet of paper plastered right in front of you.
1. Xu Minghao â 100 points
Your vision tunnels in, white noise ringing in your ears.Â
You could vaguely make out the characters of your name just below Minghaoâs, and just a few points from a perfect score. But you didnât care about that. All you could focus on was the fact that youâve been kicked out of a spot thatâs been yours for as long as you can remember.Â
No wonder the others were buzzing amongst themselves, flashing you brief looks before whispering their thoughts on the matter to the nearest willing ear. Not a single soul has ever garnered a hundred fucking points from monthly evaluations. The evaluators cut no corners when it came to assessing their dancersâ level of skill and technique, and seeing how they deigned to give Minghao, a complete newbie, a perfect goddamned scoreâ
âCongratulations, bro!âÂ
âMinghao, youâre a fucking beast! How long did you even practice?â
âThatâs so cool. No oneâs ever gotten a perfect hundred before.â
âYouâve gotta tell us the secret, please!â
Like a bunch of bees, the collective of dancers start to crowd Minghaoâgiving him congratulatory gestures and greetings alike. Your understudy simply gazes at them as if in a daze, but ever-so slowly, a smile cracks through his typically stoic demeanor.Â
âUh, thank youâŚ?â
Heâs whisked away to the cafeteria before you can blink, and you can only watch in shocked desolation as they all usher themselves away from the board.
Away from you.Â
You donât miss the way Minghao tries to catch your gaze in the midst of it all, the smile he showcased for everyone to see falling the moment he realized youâre still rooted in place. Yet he doesnât try to break free from the crowd, nor does he attempt to call your name out loud.Â
Not that you have any plans on answering if he did.
Itâs only after todayâs session has concluded that Minghao manages to pull you to the side for a conversation. Youâre already halfway out of the building when he catches you, and you can tell that the sheer euphoria of knowing you came out on top is still humming in his veins.Â
It pisses you off.
âThank you,â he says simply.Â
âFor what?â You try not to sound too gruff, but the pensiveness in your voice comes out anyway. âLetting you take my spot?â
Minghaoâs grin dips into a grimaceâmirroring his expression from earlier. âWhat? I meant to say thank you for showing me the ropes. If it werenât for you, I wouldnât haveâhey!â
Youâre probably being immature. No, youâre definitely being immature. Instead of accepting Minghaoâs gratitude like a normal fucking person, you continue brisk-walking to the buildingâs entrance without letting him finish. Of course, he chases after you, asking if he did anything wrong or if youâre simply in a bad mood or both.Â
You donât answer him even when he continues pestering you on the way to the train station, and he doesnât stop despite the lack of responses from your end. Itâs beginning to get on your nerves, too, because he was never this goddamn pushy during all those times you went home together. Whatâs stopping him from being the quiet companion heâs always been?
âCan you just shut the fuck up, Hao?â you end up snapping at him when you finally get off at your shared stationâearning yourself a bunch of questioning looks from nearby commuters. âYou donât have to fucking rub it in anymore than you have. I already know the results, okay?!â
âRubbing what in?â he asks, exasperated. âIâm just asking you whatâs wrong because you donât normally act this way. Is it so bad for me to worry about my friend?â
âFriend?â you echo mirthlessly. âNo fucking friend of mine takes away what belongs to me.â
This time, when you storm off, Minghao doesnât follow you.
Fortunately, that all happened on a Friday. It takes you the entire weekend after that heated encounter at the train station to realize that maybe you went a little overboard with what you said to Minghao.Â
As you replay your conversation in your head, youâre filled with a crippling sense of embarrassment. The top spot for monthly evaluations belongs only to the bestâyou know this better than anyone else. The only reason that the evaluators deemed you as a second placer is because Minghao is that proficient in his dancing.Â
Youâre one of the people who was able to watch him closest. Youâve seen the work he put into practice firsthand. You even called him a prodigy.Â
So why did you make a fool out of yourself by having a meltdown at the fact that you got beaten by someone who obviously worked harder than you did?
Hard work beats talent any day. But Minghao has both honed to perfection.Â
If youâre going to reclaim your rightful spot on the top, crying about it is the last thing you should do. Youâre going to have to put in double the effort to call yourself worthy.
As expected, Minghao has started to distance himself from you after that spat. You donât blame him. As much as you wanted to apologize for your behavior that night, you wouldnât want to remain friends with a sore loser if you were in his shoes.Â
But as his second month in the agency breezes past, you notice that, not only has he distanced himself, but heâs become somewhatâŚhostile.
He treats everyone else the same way since he came inâstoically with a few words of affirmation here and there. You, though? Itâs almost like heâs forgotten all about the time you were assigned to look after him. Thereâs always this cockiness lingering in his eyes that grates at your nerves more than you thought it would. Heâd throw you haughty glances whenever he catches you flubbing some parts of the choreography from the corner of his eye.Â
The worst part is that Minghao is more vocal now compared to when he first came inânot seeing any problem with pointing out how youâre starting to slack off during practice.Â
âHow are you expecting yourself to take back the crown when youâre already breathless after such a simple routine?â he gloats when he catches you lingering by the water fountain, lips curved into a smirk.
You glare at him while you take a sip from your water bottle. âFuck you. Iâve been rehearsing all fucking day. Who wouldnât be tired?â
âPeople who rank first in monthly evals,â he says boredly. âOh, but you wouldnât know about that, now would you? At least, not anymore.â
Youâre so fucking close to tearing his face off with your own fingernails that youâre slightly grateful that Minghao gets called back onto the dancefloor to polish his groupâs routine. Minghaoâs constitution changes in a flashâthat arrogant look he reserves for you alone making way for his usual aloof expression while he makes his way back.Â
He always looks cool and amicable to others, but when no oneâs looking he makes sure you catch the patronizing tilt of his lips whenever he pulls off some high level choreography with zero mistakes. As if to remind you that youâre never going to take back what he stole from you. Not in a million years.Â
Okay. Maybe you do hate Xu Minghao.Â
You hate him a fucking lot.
âŚ
Minghao proves that the results he reaped from his first month in the agency are no fluke.
For three consecutive months, youâre forced to stand in front of the cafeteriaâs bulletin board with his name plastered on the very top. If you hadnât known better, you wouldâve thought that the evaluators were only editing the month indicated on top of the sheet with how stagnant the results always are.Â
The agencyâs rising star consistently comes out on top with little to no effort, while youâre desperately clawing your way back to glory at second place.Â
You didnât know what the fucking deal was. You worked your ass off twenty four-seven. Even if you werenât in the studio, you made sure to study all sorts of routines and choreographies so your body would remember the movements deep into your bones.Â
But then you remember that even if hard work beats talent, you can never beat a man who has both at his disposal.
Youâre at your witsâ end at this pointâso close to giving up on the title you thought would always belong to you. Your evasive behavior did you no favors in maintaining a good reputation among your colleagues either. If you listened to their hushed conversations closely enough, youâd catch them saying how pathetic youâre being. Ostracizing yourself all because youâre insecure that your understudy became your adversary.Â
The only reason you hate what theyâre saying about you behind your back is because all of it is true.
Your usual group of friends doesnât sit with you at your usual table at the cafeteria anymore, but you donât really mind thatâlearning this late into your career that silence can be more beneficial than it seems. But every time you see Minghao laughing at a joke told by one of your colleagues, you canât help but feel that familiar bite of resentment youâve come to associate with everything he does.
If only he didnât overtake you during his first goddamn month here. If only he wasnât the one assigned to be your understudy. Maybe the blow to your pride wouldnât have been this bad. Maybe you wouldnât be licking your wounds in your loneliness.Â
Maybe you wouldnât have lost a friend you actually liked having around.
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With an upcoming dance competition, itâs no surprise that the dancers at your agency often stay behind to polish their performances to perfection. Usually, practices would adjourn hours before the sun even sets, but these days, you find yourself exiting the building no earlier than nine PM.Â
The excessive practice time has been taking a toll on youâthis much you know. Your muscles have been sore for days, and no amount of painkillers and Salonpas can easily cure your affliction right away. So for tonight, you decide to take it easyâpacking up once the clock hits six oâclock. The last thing you want is to accidentally pull something you shouldnât, thus rendering your participation in the competition null and void.
But as you walk towards the train station, you realize that perhaps staying later was a smarter move after all. All around you, commuters of all ages and walks of life brush past you in their hasteâthe need to arrive home as soon as possible like a cloud on everybodyâs heads. The closer you got to the station, the more it dawned on you.
Itâs fucking rush hour.
Youâve always avoided going home during this time for two reasons. The first is the influx of commuters thatâs literally and figuratively too suffocating to deal with, especially when your physical constitution isnât in the best shape.Â
The second isâŚbecause you noticed that, ever since your platonic breakup, Minghao has started leaving the studio at this hour. Later than your previous commutes home, but earlier than your new work-yourself-to-the-bone schedule. Sure, heâs still the biggest fucking prick to walk the earth whenever he feels like taunting you during practice, but he doesnât seem interested in working overtime.Â
If youâre being completely honest, youâre over the monthly evaluation results. Honest! Youâve just come to accept that nothing is ever set in stone.
Things change all the time. Humans used to believe the earth was flat. The Athenians once thought of Platoâs bullshit as the gospel truth, andâ
You dared to assume youâll be on top of the world forever.
What happened months ago was a reality check, and slowly but surely, youâre relearning the difference between ambitious and obnoxious. Itâs a humbling experience that youâre honestly grateful for happening becauseâŚif it werenât for that harsh reminder that thereâll always be someone out there whoâs better than you, then you wouldnât strive to improve at all.
You let out a quaint sigh when you settle into the train. As expected, tonightâs commuters have filled it out to complete capacity, and you wouldnât have caught the last available space near the doors if you hadn't sprinted like a madman. Though your aching muscles practically scream in complaint, you comfort yourself with the promise of a long soak in your bathtub the moment you get home.
The smooth tone of the announcerâs voice rings from the overhead speakers, telling all passengers to step away from the doors, as the train is about to leave. Not that any of you can help it. Youâre all packed like sardines in whatâs usually a pretty spacious train car if you came in just an hour earlier or later.Â
All of a sudden, you find yourself missing those days where youâd sit on the side where you could see the sunset breezing past the windowsâlistening to the stories of someone you canât even hold a civilized conversation with anymore. But before that train of thought can progress any further, you shake your head as if the mere gesture alone can dispel your longing.
You try to press yourself back to avoid getting crushed by the automatic doors, muttering a quiet apology to the person behind you since you ended up subsequently squeezing him further into the crowd of cramped passengers. When the doors finally close, you hear him say a quick itâs okay, back at you, youâre forced to whip around in the limited space with your mouth agape.
Right behind you is Xu Minghao, looking just as distressed as you are.
Heâs changed out of his usual practice clothesâhaving exchanged it for an oversized crewneck and sweats. His expensive headphones hang unused around his neck, and you wonder if you wouldnât have noticed each other if only he was blasting music directly into his earsâŚ
The urge to take back your courteous apology is strong, but you would much rather not give him any more of your energy than you already have. Youâd take all his insults and badmouthing head-on in the studio, but itâs been a really long day, and you donât have enough fire going to extend his hostility inside a crowded train in the middle of rush hour.Â
âWhyâre you out so early?â
You can feel gooseflesh prickle the skin of your shoulders when you feel Minghaoâs breath next to your ear. A glare settles between your eyes as you jolt away from him in the limited space that affords you to do so.Â
âWatch it, asshole. Youâre way too close for comfort,â you hiss. âAnd the time I go home is none of your business.â
Minghao shrugs. âI dunno, you always stay late to practice. Is it so bad to be curious?â
âYeah, because if it hasnât occurred to you yet, I actually hate your guts, and I donât appreciate you talking to me like weâre friends.â
He falls silent for a moment, and in the next moment the train lurches into motionânearly catching you off balance. Youâre quick to brace a hand against the door, but you startle again when you feel a large hand around your arm, touching you in a way thatâs meant to steady. You spare Minghao another glance, but thereâs less vitriol laced in your gaze and more confusion.
âAre weâŚâ he whispers, gaze shied away from yours as he maintains a steady grip on your arm. Then, he gulps. âAre we not friends anymore?â
Again, you scowl.Â
Is he being real with you right now?
âDude, I am completely over the monthly evaluations if you think thatâs the reason Iâm being the way I am with you,â you hiss. âI was going to apologize after I said all that hurtful stuff in the past. But then you went ahead and started writing your very own villain arc. So, ask yourself: were you even my friend at all, Hao?â
The sound of that nickname making its way past your lips is familiar yet foreign at the same time. During these past few months, youâve never once called Minghao anything else but asshole, dick, jerk, self-centered punk, and other variations of those words. You donât want to admit it, but calling him by something thatâs close to an endearment makes you feel like thereâs cotton sticking to the roof of your mouth.Â
Minghao doesnât respond yet again, and you force yourself to face forwardâleaning your head against the glass of the door so you wouldnât have to look back at him anymore. Youâre pretty sure the salaryman right next to you has been eavesdropping on your conversation this entire time, but itâs not like he has any other choice given the circumstances.Â
You let the constant whir of the train engine lull you into a calmer disposition, heartbeat finally equalizing after everything you just shot at Minghao. Thatâs probably the most youâve said to him all month, and to say that youâre not the least bit embarrassed about how you admitted wanting to apologize for a past transgression is a blatant lie.Â
But whatâs done is done. Youâre just going to have to accept the fact that the man you once thought of as a good friend; the same man whoâs now the main antagonist of your life and career, is standing behind you in your rush hour commute. Just twenty minutes more, and heâll be out of your hair soon.Â
Much to your delight, Minghao keeps his mouth shut until the train pulls over at the next station. The doors open with a mechanical ding, accompanied by the announcer's voice yet again. Youâve heard the monologue thousands of times, but you donât quite hear it over the throng of passengers rushing to get off the train.Â
You make way for them by scooting towards the back of the car, and Minghao does the same. But instead of shuffling away from you the moment thereâs more room to move around like you thought he would, he lingers closely to your form.Â
However, the amount of people that got off on this station is quickly replenished by a new horde of passengersâquickly filling in the space you thought would last for at least a few more stations. Once again, you find yourself slowly being squeezed closer to the corner of the car, but for some reason, Minghao wedges himself between you and the unassuming college boy whose wireless earphones are plugged in as he scrolls through his phone.Â
When you realize what heâs trying to do, you say, âYou donât have to protect me or anything. Iâm fine on my own.â
Minghao rolls his eyes. âYou obviously didnât see how you looked like youâre about to get crushed. Just thank me and weâre good.â
A biting retort is already resting on your tongue with how passive-aggressive that response of his sounds like. What the hell is his problem? Itâs not like you asked for him to shield you from the other passengers.Â
And yetâŚ
âThanks, I guess.â
You watch him visibly stiffen at your words, and you feel your heart slamming into your ribcage the moment you utter them. Did you really just thank the same man whoâs been making your life at work a living hell for months?
The train starts to pick up speed again before you can answer that yourself.
You practically glare at the corner youâve been forced into the entire trip to the next station. Minghao is right behind you, but you canât be assed to worry about that when youâre chewing your lip out of frustration. Part of you feels relieved that you swallowed your pride and thanked him, but the part thatâs been receiving the brunt of his antagonism for the past half year hisses in disagreement.
Heâs an asshole. Heâs a self-centered prick that uses people as stepping stones. Heâsâ
â...Sorry.â
You refuse to turn around. You refuse to believe that heâs actuallyâ
âIâm sorry for being a jerk to you,â Minghao murmurs, and you feel his fingers graze your shoulder as if to emphasize the words with the sincerity of his touch. âI just⌠I didnât know how to act when you lashed out at me back then. Y-You were my only friend, and I thought youâd be proud that I achieved something after working so hard for an entire month.â
Youâre at a loss for words, completely stunned by the honesty in his voice. Youâve only known Minghao for a short whileâbeen on good terms with him for even shorterâbut you can always tell whenever heâs lying.Â
This is not one of those times.
âAâŚfriend of mine told me that I tend to act based on how Iâm treated,â he continues. âI know that doesnât excuse how Iâve been acting around you for so long, but⌠I guess when I got the hint that you hated me, the only way I could cope with that is to hate you right back. Even if I really didnât.â
No. This isn't real. Youâre dreaming. This is probably a side-effect from all those late hours youâve spent in the studioâ
You let out a soft squeak when you feel him rest his forehead against the back of your head, sighing so deeply, it makes you wonder how long heâs been thinking about apologizing properly. Minghao grips your arms again, not to help maintain your balance, but more to anchor himself onto his own.Â
âI donât care if everyone else in the studio looks at me like Iâm some sort of god on the dancefloor,â he admits, voice so quiet, you could barely hear him. âThe only person Iâd want to look at me is you.âÂ
Your breath hitches, and youâre sure he hears it.Â
âCan we please go back to normal again?â Minghao pleads. âI miss hearing your comments about my dances. I miss going home together.
âI miss you.â
The sincerity in his voice singes through you like a red-hot iron poker. You donât know what to say, what to feel. All you can focus on is the stuttering breaths Minghao takes from behind you.Â
If youâve ever imagined reconciling with him, this certainly isnât the most optimal venue. But now that heâs bared his defenses, you donât see any benefit to keeping up your own.
âIâmâŚsorry and I missed you, too,â you admit somewhat sheepishly, thanking the higher deities up there that he canât see the way your blood rushes to your cheeks. âBut I donât really know how toââ
Your sentence is cut off mid-way when the train abruptly runs into a bump on the tracks, forcing Minghaoâs body against yours when he momentarily loses his footing. Itâs an accident, and you wouldnât have minded since some turbulence in this part of the city isn't rare at all. But that split second where Minghao got thrown against you from the impact made you all too cognizant of how thin the material of both your skirt and his sweatpants are.
âSorry, sorry,â Minghao sighs before bracing an arm towards one of the walls to your left. The rustle of his clothes gives rise to the scent of his cologne wafting to your nostrilsâa fresh, not-too-musky aroma that makes your head spin despite.
Just your luck, the train pitches to the side and you feel Minghaoâs groin brush against your ass once again. This time, youâre not strong enough to hold down the soft whimper that tumbles out of your lips, and you donât even feel ashamed about it.
Suddenly, you remember a time from back then where youâd spend your nights getting off to the same man whoâs unknowingly sparking your arousal in the unlikeliest of places. Youâve once fucked yourself to the thought of him, so whatâs the use with getting embarrassed now? As long as he doesnât know, you should be fine.
Except Minghao isnât deaf, and he definitely picked up on that suggestive little noise you just made.
Experimentally, he lets one of his hands dip lower and lower until his fingertips brush the hem of your skirt. That sinfully short skirt that keeps riding up your thighs every time you do a rather bold move during practice. His eyes are completely trained on you even if youâre still facing the corner, and when he feels you shiver, all the blood in his system rushes down south.
âYouâre into this?â Minghao chuckles, bracing his hands on your hips before sliding his growing arousal against the ridge of your ass. âMy⌠I didnât think mending our friendship again would go this swimmingly. How about I take you out to dinner first?â
âHao!â you chastise him with a poisonous look, but from the way you subtly rock your hips in time with his movements, Minghao can tell that dinner is the last thing on your mind right now.
He chuckles softly, keeping one hand steady on your hip while the other dips beneath your skirt again. When his fingers immediately press down against the gusset of your underwear, Minghao has to bite down a groan because of the wet patch thatâs already accumulated at the center.Â
âNot only did you ditch your shorts, but youâre already this wet? From a little grinding?â he hisses into your ear. âNeedy fucking slut.â
You canât help the way your pussy clenches at the harsh name he just called you. Itâs all so strange. You never once reacted this way whenever he called you a bitch or anything similar, but you suppose when youâve made amends with a friend youâve secretly been wanting to fuck since you first laid your eyes on him, thereâs no use keeping up any charades.
âYour hatred was all just an act, isnât it?â he laughs, nudging your underwear to the side so he can get a feel of just how wet you areas you spread your legs to accommodate him. âDo you rile me up on purpose because you canât deal with the fact that you actually want me?â
"You're delusional," you bite back.
"Oh, really?"
"Yes, really."
Another low laugh rumbles in his chest and you swear you don't get wetter with each hum of it as he presses closer to your ear. "Lying doesn't suit you, sweetheart."
Youâre about to answer him when the announcerâs voice rings from the speakers yet again, saying that the next station is approximately five minutes away. This promptly rips you out of your lustful haze as you realize youâre very much still in public, where dozens upon dozens of passengers still share the same car with the both of you. Minghao seems to pick up on your split-second realization, but doesnât seem fazed by the idea of getting caught doing this in the presence of strangers.
âLots of passengers are going to get off at the next station, but not a lot are going to get on like the last one,â he whispers before plunging two of his fingers into your sopping cunt without warning.Â
You have to physically cover your mouth with your hand to keep yourself from gasping out loud. When you turn to look at Minghao again, eyes ablaze with disbelief, he simply flashes you an evil smile.
âIf you want to come on my fingers, do it in five minutes, whore.â
The sensation of his long, slender digits curling inside you forces you to brace yourself against your tiny little corner of that train car. Your skin prickles everywhere as Minghao grinds his half-hard cock against your backside, all while he works between your pussy lips as if heâs thought about it dozens of times before.Â
His digits dip in and out of your entrance like he doesnât know what he wants to do first. Poke and prod at every inch of sensitive flesh there is or fuck you until youâre a moaning mess for everyone to see. Either way, youâre panting all while Minghao maps the expanse of your pussy with his touch alone, and every time those sinful fingers brush against your clit, you jolt in response.
âShh,â he coos. âDonât be too obvious, sweetheart. Wouldnât want the entire train knowing how much of an impatient fucking slut you areâwhoring all over my fingers âcause you canât wait to get off the train.â
You involuntarily clench at his filthy words, begrudgingly unearthing a kink you didnât even know you had. But at the mere mention of the other passengers, you let your eyes frantically pass over those nearby. You donât know if theyâre really preoccupied on their phones or pretending not to notice the act of indecency thatâs happening right beneath their noses. The college boy that almost crushed you earlier is still banging his head to whatever song is playing on his phone, and you take that as a sign to let yourself go.
âNow that wonât do,â Minghao tuts before sliding his fingers back inside you, nudging your thighs even further apart before curling his digits just so. âHow can you come in five minutes if youâre so distracted?â
âF-Fuck,â you whine as quietly as you can. âHao, f-feels so good.â
âYeah?â he laughs softly and your vision goes black for a moment when you feel his thumb graze your clit with just the right pressure. Just how dextrous can he be? âThen focus on my fingers, sweetheart. If you canât come before the train arrives at the next station, maybe Iâll just go back to hating you tomorrow after all.â
You nearly choke on a moan when he starts to rub your sensitive nub in varying pressures and speeds, nearly robbing you of your ability to speak. âYouâre a f-fucking asshole, you know that?â
âYouâre a fucking bitch, but see where that got you now?â
Itâs almost like youâre hard-wired to rebut everything he says, and you have all those months of shared antagonism to thank for it. But when Minghao crooks his fingers at a slightly different angle, your already sore legs nearly give out when his fingers hit you deep enough to make stars dance in the seams of your vision.
âOh?â He sounds so smug, you actually want to hit him. âThere it is.â
You can hardly believe it. You can barely find your own g-spot even on good days if you donât put your back into using your toys right, yet Minghao got it in less than five minutes, inside a train full of passengers, no less?
Your brain has all but fizzled out when the pads of his fingers start to massage that sweet, sweet spot inside of you againâmilking your body for all those lovely reactions youâre so willing to give to him. Minghaoâs cock is an ever-present weight against your ass, but this isnât about him. Itâs about you, and how badly he wants to feel you come apart on his fingers right here, right now.
âYou liked being fingered on the train, sweetheart?â Minghao rasps into your ear, relentless in his movements as tears start to line your lashes. âLike it when you supposedly hate the man thatâs doing this to you? Thatâs made you this fucking wet?â
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Youâd let him stick his dick into you right now if he wanted, but you know that Minghao isnât going to risk that just yet. So instead, you focus on the sensation of those skillful fingersâthe same ones youâve dreamt about a long time agoâcoaxing out a high you never thought youâd achieve outside the four corners of your bedroom.Â
You can think about his stroke game later. Those powerful thighs as he thrusts into you. Not to mention how euphoric it would feel to come around his cock, milking him for that white-hot release until it dribbles down your thighs and he inevitably fucks it all back into youâ
The stimulation of Minghaoâs dexterous digits coupled with the thrill of being caught are the main players for todayâs debauchery, but itâs that particular fantasy that pushes you over the edge.Â
One moment, you feel like youâre on top of the world again, and the next you can taste blood in your mouth with how hard you bite against your lip to muffle your moans. A gush of slick coats Minghaoâs fingers as he helps you ride out of your orgasm, peppering the side of your face with butterfly kisses.
âPretty little whore, coming in record time,â he chuckles.
You can barely just start taming your breathing when Minghao takes his fingers out of your pantiesâtugging your skirt down back to semi-decency before prodding those same fingers against your lips. Still dazed from the high he just let you experience, you open your mouth, lathering your tongue against each digit as the tangy taste of you fills your tastebuds.Â
âGood fucking girl.â
The train eases into the next station, and just as Minghao predicted, the car frees up just enough for you to get comfortably seated by the windows again. He sits right next to you the whole timeâhand never straying from yours as he holds it firmly in his. For some reason, that gesture of his flusters you more than the stunt he just pulled five minutes ago.
When you both get off the vehicle, the awkwardness begins to settle in your system. You donât know what youâre supposed to say to him after all of...that. Is there even a protocol to follow after getting finger-fucked on public transportation?
âHey.â
You startle when Minghao breathes out while the two of you make your way out of the station. Itâs the first time heâs broken the silence since arriving, and your heart pounds in anticipation of what heâs about to say next.
âI really am sorry for all the shit I said to you these past few months,â he sighs, rubbing the back of his head like heâs just as clueless about what to do as you are.
You blink up at him. âUm, yeah. You already told me, Hao.â
âI just figured it was worth repeating.â
âGiving me a mindblowing orgasm is a good enough apology on its own, you know.â
He stops walking for a moment, and you look back at him with brows raised.
âReally now?â he asks, andâthereâs that smirk again. That no good smirk. âI donât think Iâve received a âgood enough apologyâ from you yet, sweetheart.â
One glance at his sweats, and sure enough, the evidence of his own raging arousal is still up for grabs. You feel your pussy tingle at the mere thought of whatâs to come once you voice out your agreement, even if your overworked muscles are begging for a break.
Oh, well. Might as well stock up on more painkillers on the way.
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