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itsnesss · 2 days ago

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heyy, could you write a jun-ho smut with a jealous reader (I didn't think of any specific situation), I'm sorry, english is not my first language 😭😭

I love your writing so much!!!

𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲 𝐮𝐧𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 | hwang jun-ho × fem!reader

summary | you feel insecure and jealous during a dinner with jun-ho, especially when another woman approaches him. after an intense emotional moment, jun-ho reassures you in the restaurant bathroom. the scene ends with jun-ho asserting his dominance and claiming you publicly, leaving no doubt about your relationship

warnings | jealousy and possession, insecurity, smut, explicit content, fingering, p in v, unprotected sex, semi public

word count | 2.7 k

author's note | it would help me a lot if you liked, commented and reposted so that more people read what I write and don't forget to follow me, thanks ᡣ𐭩

The restaurant was filled with laughter and conversations. You could hear the clinking of wine glasses and plates being served in the distance, but everything seemed distant to you. Sitting at the table next to Jun-ho, you felt that, no matter how hard you tried to enjoy it, something didn’t fit. The atmosphere seemed lively, but you couldn't shake the feeling of being out of place. His coworkers were talking about topics you didn’t fully understand, and although you tried to follow the flow of the conversation, your thoughts always returned to one thing: her.

It was impossible not to notice. The girl, with her dark hair and melodic laughter, stayed close to Jun-ho the entire time. Every time he made a joke, she laughed louder than the others, casually touching his arm, as if they shared a complicity you couldn’t reach. Every time their eyes met, you felt as if the air around you thickened, as if the world suddenly shrank, leaving you alone in the middle of that crowd.

The focus of attention seemed to always be Jun-ho, but there was something in the way she got close to him that made you twist inside. It wasn’t just that they were talking; it was the way they looked at each other, as if they shared a secret history that you didn’t know.

You felt increasingly uncomfortable, like an intruder, and when she leaned toward him to say something, touching his arm again, you couldn’t stop an intense feeling of jealousy from taking over you. You felt stupid, but you couldn’t help it. Why did it bother you so much to see how they laughed together, how they got close, as if they were the only ones in the room?

Jun-ho, unaware of your thoughts, continued enjoying the conversation. His coworkers also seemed charmed by his presence. He was the center of attention, and you, even though you were sitting next to him, felt invisible. Was it always like this with everyone? So close, so natural? You couldn’t stop wondering what they had that you didn’t.

With your heart racing, you took a sip of wine, trying to calm down, but when you looked at the girl again, you saw her smiling, moving even closer to him. Something inside you exploded. You didn’t want to be there, you didn’t want to keep seeing that scene. No matter how many times you told yourself you shouldn’t feel that way, the anxiety kept growing, taking over your mind and body.

You decided to stand up abruptly. You couldn’t stay there, feeling like the air was suffocating you. Jun-ho looked at you instantly.

"Is something wrong?" he asked, his voice full of concern as he saw you get up from the table.

You felt tense, your breathing irregular, but you tried to keep calm. You looked toward the hallway, feeling the need to get away.

"Just... need some air," you replied, your tone not very convincing, but enough for him not to insist.

Jun-ho stared at you for a moment, then stood up as well. Without a word, he followed you down the restaurant hallway. You didn’t want him to come, but you couldn’t stop him from taking your hand with a firmness that, although gentle, was impossible to ignore.

"Are you sure everything’s okay?" he asked as they walked. There was a hint of concern in his voice, but also something else. Was it jealousy that sparkled in his eyes? You didn’t know, but what you could feel was the tension in his posture, the way his steps became quicker as he noticed you pulling away.

"I just need to be alone for a moment," you replied, but you couldn’t stop your tone from sounding more curt than you had planned. Frustration was starting to surface, and the last thing you wanted was to show Jun-ho how insecure you felt at that moment.

Finally, the two of you reached a small secluded corner, where he stopped you gently, looking at you with an intensity that made you swallow. The distance you had tried to put between you both didn’t exist, and Jun-ho's closeness made you feel more vulnerable than ever.

"What’s going on?" he said, this time without the previous concern, as if he already knew the answer but needed to hear it from you.

You couldn’t keep hiding it. The poison of jealousy coursed through you, and although you knew it wasn’t rational, you couldn’t keep it in anymore.

"It’s just... her... I can’t stop looking at her," you said, gritting your teeth, your gaze fixed on the floor. It was hard to look into his eyes, even though you knew he wouldn’t understand unless you said it. How could you explain that every time she got close to him, you felt like something in your chest was breaking?

Jun-ho remained silent for a moment, and when he finally spoke, his voice was low, but there was a hardness you had never heard before.

"Are you getting jealous?" he asked, his tone so serious it almost made you regret speaking.

The blush appeared on your face instantly. You tried to find an exit, a way to take back the words you had just said, but the truth was, you couldn’t. That’s what you felt. No matter how silly it seemed, you couldn’t stop comparing yourself to her, to the way she seemed to have all of Jun-ho’s attention.

Before you could say anything else, Jun-ho took your hand and, without a word, led you to a nearby door. It was clear that he wasn’t going to let this conversation hang in the air. He wanted you to clarify it, he wanted both of you to clarify it.

He led you to the bathroom, the door closing behind you with a soft click, and the sound of the others’ voices faded away. All that was left was the echo of your breathing, his and yours.

Jun-ho looked at you with unusual intensity. There was a different energy in the air, something palpable, and you could feel it in every fiber of your body. Something had changed in him too, as if the situation had brought out a more passionate, more possessive version of himself.

"I’m going to show you that I’m only yours," he said in a low voice, like a promise, as his fingers traced your face. Every word was a heartbeat, and his eyes wouldn’t let you escape.

Your chest sped up, and when his lips met yours, you couldn’t stop a wave of desire from flooding your body. The kiss was deep, urgently warm, and at first, all you could feel was his closeness, his body pressing against yours with force, as if he wanted to erase everything else from the world.

But it wasn’t just that. You could feel his hands on your body, touching you with a palpable need, as if he were finally claiming you, as if the jealousy had pushed him to prove that only you mattered. And in that moment, all you thought, all the insecurities you had felt, faded completely.

"Jun-ho..." you murmured between kisses, but you didn’t say anything else. It wasn’t necessary.

He didn’t respond with words. Instead, his hands found your waist, pressing you against him as his body moved with the same urgency you felt. His kisses were gentle at first, but they became more intense, more demanding. You didn’t want to stop. You didn’t want anything to separate you from him in that moment.

Without thinking, his fingers found your dress, sliding underneath to caress your legs. You arched towards him, knowing there was no turning back. You wanted to feel his touch, his tongue in your throat, his teeth caressing your nipples. All you wanted was him.

Both of their breaths were heavy, they were both panting, but they couldn't stop. He gently spread your legs, and when his fingers found your wet panties, he couldn't help but let out a deep sound of pleasure. It was as if you had driven him crazy, but you didn't feel guilty. You wanted it that way. You wanted him to realize that only you could make him feel that way.

"You are so beautiful" he said between kisses, moving his tongue along your neck. His fingers found your pussy, pressing it gently.

"Jun-ho... Please" you murmured, but you didn't need to say more. He knew exactly what you needed.

With a softness that surprised you, Jun-ho slipped two fingers into your wet pussy, moving them slowly. You could feel your inner walls caressed by his fingers, the warm touch, the movement so firm and confident, and before you could realize what was happening, your vagina began to contract. You clung to his shoulders, trembling with pleasure, and couldn't help but let out a moan.

Jun-ho continued moving his fingers, looking at you as your walls closed around them. The vision was so erotic, so exciting, that you felt like you were about to explode again.

"That's it, my love," he murmured, moving his thumb towards your clit. Come for me... Come to me, my love.

Your eyes closed and the orgasm took you on a journey of pleasure. You felt like you were flying, as if Jun-ho were the center of the world and you were surrounded by his energy. It was his touch that had brought you there, his finger pressing on your clitoris with softness but firmness, and you could do nothing but surrender to him.

It wasn't until several seconds later, when your breathing began to calm down, that you realized your panties were stained. But you didn't care. You couldn't be happier that Jun-ho had given you an orgasm in the restaurant bathroom, simply because you had made him feel jealous.

The idea was as erotic as it was sexy, and you didn't want it to end. You wanted to keep feeling his touch, feeling him inside you, as if it were possible to merge your bodies into one.

"I want to feel you inside me," you said softly, looking into his eyes. Jun-ho also seemed calm, but his pupils were dilated. You could see in them the need, the desire to fuck you.

Without a word, he lifted you off the ground and set you on the countertop. They were lucky that there was no one around at that moment, or the situation would have been even more embarrassing.

He pulled down his pants and boxers in one swift motion, revealing his hard cock. It was so beautiful, so big, so perfect. You desired her inside you, you wanted to feel her thickness, her warmth.

You didn't wait any longer. You lowered your panties and sat back on the countertop, spreading your legs so he could come closer to you. And that's exactly what he did.

He got between your legs, looking into your eyes as he placed the head of his cock at your entrance. You felt so wet that you knew he could slide in easily. And that's exactly what he did. He slid his cock into you with a smooth but firm motion, and you couldn't help but let out a scream.

"That's it," Jun-ho murmured between kisses, sliding his cock inside you. "You're so wet... You're going to like my cock, aren't you?"

You didn't respond. It wasn't necessary. You let his cock fuck you, let his touch take you to a wave of pleasure, while his fingers played with your nipples. And it didn't matter that you were in the bathroom of a crowded restaurant. The only thing that mattered was him, his body on top of you, his cock fucking you with such need.

"How does it feel?" you said in a whisper, arching towards him with each thrust—. How does it feel when you fuck me? What does it make you feel when you have me inside?

Jun-ho seemed lost in his own sensations, but upon hearing you, he opened his eyes again. He looked into your eyes with a burning intensity.

"It makes me feel powerful," he said in a very low voice, moving his hips so that his cock sank even deeper into you. It makes me feel like only I can do it, like only my cock can do it.

You felt yourself blush, but you didn't stop. You couldn't, you didn't want to. You wanted to listen more.

"And what does it make me feel?" you asked, tightening your walls around his cock. He let out a sound of pleasure, but continued speaking.

"It makes you feel like I'm yours," he replied in a firm voice. It makes you feel like you own my cock. As if only you deserved it.

You wanted to scream, you wanted to tell him that he was also your master. But you didn't. You couldn't speak, because at that moment, Jun-ho moved faster, thrusting his cock so deeply that you couldn't help but orgasm.

Yes, an orgasm, right there, in the bathroom of the most public place, with Jun-ho fucking you. And you couldn't complain. The sensation was so intense, so sexy, that you didn't want it to end. But Jun-ho seemed to know you were coming, because he moved harder, squeezing his fingers on your hips.

Your vagina contracted, and Jun-ho began to come. His muscles tensed, his breath stopped, and his cock emptied inside you.

Both were still, panting. You knew you should be ashamed, but you couldn't feel anything but pride. Pride in knowing that Jun-ho belonged only to you, and that he had shown it in the sexiest way you could imagine.

Finally, he pulled out of you and helped you down from the countertop. The semen began to spill onto your panties, but you didn't want to clean yourself. You wanted to take it home, feel its touch on your panties all day.

Jun-ho smiled upon seeing the expression on your face.

"Don't worry," he murmured, kissing you softly. I think you already understood. "You're jealous, and I'm going to give you something so you always feel secure. Okay?".

You didn't respond. You didn't need to do it. You knew that Jun-ho would always be there for you, but only for you. And that was more than enough.

After what happened in the bathroom, everything seemed different. The air between you and Jun-ho was charged with a new tension, something you had never experienced with him before. The words he had whispered to you in the middle of the kiss kept resonating in your mind: "I'm going to show you that I'm only yours." You felt yourself going crazy, every fiber of your being burning with the intensity of his caresses, but now there was something even stronger, a need you couldn't ignore.

When Jun-ho opened the bathroom door, the noise of the restaurant hit you full force, but it was no longer the same. Even though the others continued chatting and laughing, the world felt more distant than ever. You walked beside him, as if you were floating, and the only thing you could think about was what had happened between the two of you, what he had shown.

The curious thing was that, instead of trying to smooth over the situation or hide what had just happened, Jun-ho seemed even more confident about what had occurred. And as soon as they returned to the table, he made no attempt to separate from you.

As they moved forward, you felt more uncomfortable. Everything seemed to be happening at a different speed, as if everything around you were slowed down, while your body continued to vibrate with the electricity that Jun-ho had left in you. Your eyes searched for hers, but this time, you felt no fear, no jealousy, no insecurity. Jun-ho's dominance over you was so clear that, for the first time, you felt completely secure.

The place was lively, but when they reached the table, something in the atmosphere changed. Everyone seemed so busy with their conversations that they didn't notice the immediate change in the interaction between you and Jun-ho. However, what happened next made it clear that he no longer intended to hide what was between the two of them.

Jun-ho sat down again, but this time, he didn't let you sit next to him like before. No, this time he took your hand, guiding you onto his lap without hesitation. The murmurs at the table faded as he, with a fixed and dominant gaze, drew you closer, as if ensuring that no one could question who you were to him.

Everyone's eyes turned towards you, and in that moment, you felt a mix of nervousness and excitement. Jun-ho smiled, but it wasn't a kind smile. It was a smile that spoke of possession, of control. Suddenly, you felt his hand slide down your back with a firmness that made you shiver.

"This is so you have no doubt," he murmured, before his lips met yours in a passionate, direct kiss, in front of everyone.

The clash of sensations was immediate. The world around you disappeared, only he and you existed, and the intertwined mouths. The kiss was neither shy nor brief; it was long, intense, full of a promise that didn't need to be verbalized. Jun-ho held you tightly, making your body press closer to his, as if you wanted to disappear into him.

At first, the room fell silent. No one dared to interrupt, surprised by Jun-ho's audacity. But then, someone laughed nervously, and another murmured something softly, as if trying to downplay what had just happened. However, Jun-ho showed no signs of concern. On the contrary, he seemed to enjoy every glance, every whisper at the table, as if he fed off the attention they gave him.

When they finally parted, the air around them was charged, but not with tension, rather with an unbreakable confidence. Jun-ho looked at you with a smile that knew exactly what it was causing. He knew there was no way anyone could doubt what was between them.

"Is that clear to you?" he asked in a low voice, but loud enough for everyone to hear.

Your breath was ragged, but it wasn't just because of the kiss. There was something in his attitude, something in the way he had behaved that had completely shattered you. And now, looking at him, you understood that there were no doubts. There was no room for insecurities. You were with him, and that was all that mattered.

You nodded, without the need to say a word. You knew you didn't need to speak. Jun-ho had done everything he needed to do to make sure there was no room for doubt. And when everyone's attention slowly returned to their own conversations, you felt different. It wasn't that you had been "possessed" in some way, but there was something in that kiss, in that public display of affection and control, that had erased any insecurity you might have had.

The others returned to their conversations, some of them even trying to discreetly glance towards where you and Jun-ho were sitting. But he didn't let you go for a second. The way he held you, the way he looked at you, made you feel like you were his, without the need for words.

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lvrgurlblobbu · 2 days ago

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Home Is Where The Heart Is

zayne x fem!reader

⤷ cw: domestic!zayne, girl dad zayne x fem!reader, mentions of pregnancy, use of "you", teeth rotting fluff ^^

⤷ word count: 3.7k

⤷a/n: hello, this is my first time uploading a fic here on tumblr and i'm still in the process of figuring things out, this is also my first zayne fic & i'm looking forward for writing more! hope you enjoy reading : )

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The rays of the morning sun made its way through the bedroom window, Zayne slowly stirred from his sleep. As his eyes fluttered open, he blinked a few times, adjusting to the morning light. His gaze drifted across the room, landing on the peaceful scene before him. There, nestled between him and his daughter, was the sight he had grown accustomed to: you, resting comfortably between them.

You lay on your side, back gently pressed against his chest, his arm draped lovingly across your waist. Your five-year-old daughter, Hyacinth, with her small, messy curls, was nestled beside you, her tiny body curled up against yours in the most perfect display of familial love. Her soft breathing was steady, matching the rhythm of yours, and a serene smile rested on her face.

Zayne’s heart swelled with affection at the sight, a quiet, tender moment that filled him with a warmth deeper than words could express. He gently moved, careful not to disturb you and Hyacinth, and leaned in closer, his lips grazing your ear. He whispered, his voice hushed with awe and adoration, "This... this is everything."

You stirred slightly, feeling the faintest brush of his breath against my skin. You didn't need to open your eyes, since you know exactly who it was. His presence, so familiar, brought an overwhelming sense of comfort. Instead, you smiled, feeling his lips pressed against your cheek. Your daughter shifted a little, instinctively wrapping her tiny arm around you, as though trying to hold on to the peace of the moment.

Zayne smiled softly, his fingers brushing against the soft skin of your waist, as he placed a gentle kiss on your shoulder. “Good morning my love.” He whispered as he leaned closer to kiss your cheek. “Good morning.” You mumbled as you smiled at him, then after a while Hyacinth lifted her head, her eyes still half-closed and slowly blinking to adjust to the morning light. Zayne chuckled softly, his heart melting at the sight of your little girl slowly waking up. Hyacinth yawned, her tiny hand rubbing her eyes as she shifted beside you. Her sleepy gaze wandered between you and Zayne, still not fully awake, her lips curling into a drowsy smile when she saw you both.

"Morning, Daddy," she murmured, her voice hushed but full of warmth. She reached her small hand toward him, her fingers lightly brushing against his chest as she nestled closer to you. Zayne grinned, his heart swelling even more as he lifted Hyacinth and placed her on his chest. "Good morning, sweet girl," he whispered, his voice soft and affectionate.

You couldn’t help but smile at the pure, tender moment unfolding before you. It felt like time had slowed, and in that moment, nothing else mattered but the three of you—together, in your little cocoon of love. You shifted to face the both of them, head resting on Zayne as you gently brushed Hyacinth’s hair, her face buried in the crook of Zayne’s neck as she snuggled closer to him. You enjoyed a few minutes of silence, contented as you nestled against Zayne, then that silence was interrupted by a grumble of stomach. You and Zayne glanced at each other, holding back laughter then Hyacinth lifted her head, “I’m hungry…” she said shyly as she buried her head on Zayne’s chest and she wrapped her tiny arms around his neck.

Zayne chuckled, “Alright sweetheart, what do you want for breakfast?” he asked softly as he brushed Hyacinth’s hair. She looked up to him and whispered “pancakes” followed by a small giggle, Zayne smiled, his heart swelling at the sight of his little girl’s happiness. “Pancakes, huh?” he teased, brushing a strand of hair from Hyacinth’s face. "Alright, you’ve got it. Pancakes it is." He leaned down to kiss the top of her head before shifting his gaze back to you, his eyes filled with love. I sat up and I carried Hyacinth, “Let’s change our clothes first okay? Then you can help daddy make your pancakes. Is that alright with you sweetheart?” You asked, Hyacinth nodded eagerly. It made you smile before getting out of bed, Zayne folded your blanket and fixed the pillows, making sure that the bed is tidy and fixed before making his way towards you.

His hand found your waist and he placed a gentle kiss on your cheek, “I’ll wait for the two of you at the kitchen okay?” you hummed as a response and Zayne slightly pinched Hyacinth’s cheeks before leaving your bedroom. The door closed behind him, leaving you and Hyacinth alone in the soft, quiet morning light.

“Mama,” she murmured softly, “will Daddy make the pancakes super fluffy today?” You smiled, your heart swelling at her innocent question. “I’m sure he will, sweetheart,” you whispered, pressing a soft kiss to the top of her head. “He always does and you can help him make pancakes.” you kissed her cheek which made her giggle, then you headed towards the cabinet to grab a new set of clothes before leaving the bedroom.

***

Hyacinth’s little footsteps echoed throughout the house as she ran towards the kitchen where she saw Zayne mixing the pancake mix. You approached behind her, when Zayne saw the both of you, he immediately grabbed two cups of hot cocoa and placed it on the kitchen counter, then he lifted Hyacinth to place her at the stool. “Here’s a hot cocoa for you, my love.” He said as he gave you your mug. “Thank you.” you said as he kissed your cheek, then Hyacinth spoke “Daddy, can I help you make them? And can you make them extra fluffy?” She pleaded and it made you and Zayne chuckle, “Of course sweetheart, you just need to hold this and I’ll help you mix the pancake batter okay?” Zayne said as he gave the whisk to Hyacinth, he guided her as she mixed the batter slowly.

You sat on the stool beside Hyacinth as you watched the both of them, giggles and laughter echoed throughout the kitchen as Hyacinth helped Zayne prepare the pancakes. You quickly grabbed your phone and took a quick snapshot of the moment, capturing the pure joy radiating from their faces. Zayne, with his apron tied around his waist, was smiling down at Hyacinth, who was standing on her little stool, carefully pouring batter onto the griddle with a look of intense focus. Her small hands were a little messy, but the joy in her expression was unmistakable.

You couldn’t help but smile at the scene, your heart full as you watched the two of them. It was moments like this that made everything feel perfect—seeing your family so happy, so full of love and life. The sound of their laughter filled the room, and you felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude for these simple, beautiful mornings together.

As you set the phone down, Hyacinth caught your eye, waving her tiny hand at you. “Mama, come see! I made the pancake shape like a heart!” she exclaimed proudly, her eyes sparkling with excitement. You stood up and moved to her side, bending down to get a better look. The pancake, though a little lopsided, was indeed shaped like a heart, and your heart melted at the sight of her effort. “It’s perfect, sweetheart,” you said, your voice full of love.

Zayne wrapped an arm around your waist, kissing the top of your head, you smiled up at him, resting your head against his shoulder. “It’s perfect,” you whispered, watching as the warmth of love and laughter filled the kitchen, making it feel like home.

***

After a few minutes of preparation, the pancakes are now cooked and are placed at the dining table. Hyacinth sat in her chair as you placed a few pieces of pancakes on her plate. “Daddy, can I have more syrup please?” she asked and without missing a beat, Zayne smiled and immediately got up from his seat, reaching for the syrup bottle. “Of course, sweetheart,” he said, pouring the syrup generously over her pancakes, making sure she got just the right amount.

Hyacinth’s face lit up, her grin widening as she watched the syrup drizzle down onto her pancakes. “Yay! Thank you Daddy!” She lifted her fork and began eating, “Slow down sweetheart, you don’t want to choke on your food.” You reminded, she looked up to you with her mouth full of pancakes “Sorry mama..” she mumbled in between bites, her face flushing slightly with embarrassment. “It’s okay, just remember to chew and take your time,” you said gently, reaching over to adjust her napkin as a piece of pancake fell onto her lap.

Then you noticed the generous amount of syrup drizzled on her pancakes and immediately glanced at Zayne, raising an eyebrow in surprise. Zayne looked at you innocently, his lips curling into a playful grin. "What?" he said with mock innocence. "She asked for extra syrup, and I aim to please." You shook your head, trying not to laugh. "That’s way more than extra syrup, Zayne," you replied, eyeing the puddle of syrup on Hyacinth’s plate.

Hyacinth, looking up at both of you with wide, innocent eyes, chimed in, “I like it sweet, mama!” you chuckled as you shook my head, “I know sweetheart but that syrup is excessive. I know you like sweets like your daddy but we don’t want you to have a toothache, remember?” You said as you sat on your chair, Zayne, overhearing, rose from his seat with a smile and moved to the kitchen counter. “We can always make sure to have some extra brushing time later, huh?” he said with a wink as he carefully placed a couple of pancakes onto your plate. You gave him a playful look as he set the plate down in front of you. “I think I might need more than just extra brushing for this,” you teased, eyeing the stack of pancakes.

Once finished with breakfast, Zayne helped you clean up the dishes, his movements easy and familiar. You rinsed off the plates while he stacked them in the sink, both of you working together in a comfortable rhythm. Hyacinth, still full from her generous serving of pancakes, sat at the table, drawing on a piece of paper with her crayons, humming softly to herself.

“Mama, Daddy? Can I ask a question?” she said, you and Zayne glanced at one another before drying up your hands and approached Hyacinth. “What is it sweetheart?” you asked as you sat at the chair beside her while Zayne sat in front of you.

Hyacinth placed her crayons down as she looked at the both of you, “How are babies made?” she asked with such innocence her voice full of genuine wonder. You and Zayne froze for a moment, exchanging a quick, surprised glance. The question was unexpected, but you could see that she was truly just curious, her head tilted to the side in that way she did when she was trying to make sense of the world around her.

Zayne cleared his throat softly, giving you a small, amused yet slightly nervous smile. “Well, sweetheart,” he began slowly, glancing over at you for guidance, “that’s a big question. Babies come from a mommy and a daddy, and they grow in the mommy’s tummy.”

Hyacinth, clearly still processing, paused for a moment, placing both of her elbows on the table and resting her head in her hands. She looked up at the both of you with wide, curious eyes. “But... how?” she asked, her voice filled with innocent confusion, her little brow furrowed as she waited for an answer. You exchanged a glance with Zayne, both of you trying to figure out how to explain something so complicated in a way that would make sense to her.

Zayne looked at you, clearly asking for help. You mouthed “answer her question, doctor.” Then, Hyacinth asked again. “You say babies grow from mama’s tummy. Why? And how did they grow in mama’s tummy?” Her voice filled with much curiosity, Zayne chuckled nervously, but then turned back to Hyacinth, realizing he had no choice but to keep going. Hyacinth’s brows furrowed harder, her small hands now gripping the edge of the table as she leaned forward.

“Well,” Zayne started slowly, glancing at you for reassurance, “when a mommy and daddy decide they want to have a baby, something very special happens. A tiny little seed from the daddy meets a tiny little egg from the mommy, and that’s how a baby starts.”

“Huh?” she said confusingly, followed by another question “What seed and what egg?” You tried not to laugh at her confusion, knowing that this was turning into a more complicated conversation than you expected. Zayne looked at you, clearly trying to figure out how to explain in the simplest way possible.

“Well, sweetheart,” Zayne began carefully, “the seed is something very tiny that a daddy has, and the egg is something very tiny that a mommy has. When they come together, they create the baby.” She thought about this for a second before looking up at both of you again, her curiosity growing.

Hyacinth looked at both of you, her brow furrowing even deeper. “But where do the seed and egg come from?” she asked, her voice full of genuine curiosity, as if she wasn't satisfied yet.

You and Zayne exchanged a quick look. This wasn’t going to be a simple explanation, but you could see that she was really interested, and you didn’t want to leave her with more questions than answers.

“Well,” you said gently, “the seed comes from inside the daddy’s body, and the egg comes from inside the mommy’s body.” Hyacinth’s eyes grew wide, her face full of confusion but also a spark of intense curiosity. “But… how? How do they get there?” she pressed, not letting go of the question.

Zayne shifted in his seat, leaning toward her with a soft chuckle. “Well, sweetheart, it's a little complicated, but basically, the daddy’s seed goes inside the mommy’s tummy where it finds the egg, and that’s when the baby can start to grow.”

“But how does daddy’s seed get inside?” she asked, her tone serious and expectant, as though she was prepared for an even deeper explanation. You blinked, realizing that she wasn’t going to drop it anytime soon. She was really trying to understand. You took a breath, trying to keep things simple but honest. “Well, when a mommy and daddy are ready for a baby, they come together in a special way, and that’s how the seed and egg meet.”

Hyacinth’s brow furrowed even more, as if this explanation still didn’t quite make sense. “But... where did the seed and egg come from before? How do they get in there?” she asked again, her voice filled with earnest curiosity, clearly wanting to know more.

You and Zayne exchanged another glance, knowing this was the moment when her questions were diving deeper than you’d expected. You couldn’t help but admire her persistence, though. She wasn’t going to let go of this mystery until she understood it completely.

Zayne took a deep breath, leaning forward slightly as he tried to simplify it even more. “Okay, sweetie, so… the seed and the egg are part of our bodies from the very beginning. The daddy has seeds inside his body, and the mommy has eggs inside hers. But they’re too tiny to see, like little bits of dust.”

You nodded, adding, “When a mommy and daddy decide they want a baby, the daddy gives the mommy one of his seeds, and it goes inside her body to meet the egg. The seed and egg are so small, you can’t see them with your eyes. They meet in the mommy’s tummy, and that’s when the baby starts to grow.”

Hyacinth’s face remained thoughtful, still trying to wrap her mind around it all. “But how do the seeds and eggs know where to go? Do they walk?” she asked, her voice full of wonder.

You chuckled softly at her creative thinking. “Not exactly,” you said, smiling. “They don’t walk, but the seed knows where to go because it has to find the egg. The mommy’s body helps guide the seed to the egg, so they can meet and start the baby’s growth.”

Zayne smiled, seeing how hard she was concentrating. “It’s like a tiny race, and the seed has to get to the egg before anything else can happen.” Hyacinth giggled at the idea of a race but seemed satisfied for a moment. Then, her expression shifted again, and she asked, “So, does the egg just wait for the seed to come? Does it know the seed is coming?”

You and Zayne both stopped, realizing she was thinking deeply about how all of this worked. “Well, the egg doesn’t exactly wait on its own. It’s part of the mommy’s body, so it’s always there, ready when the time comes for the seed to meet it,” you explained gently. “It’s like when you’re getting ready for a playdate—you’re waiting, but you don’t know exactly when the other person will arrive. But when they do, you’re ready to start playing.”

Her eyes brightened as if that made more sense. “So, the egg and seed wait for each other, and when they meet, that’s when the baby starts?”

“Yes, that’s right, sweetheart,” Zayne confirmed, relieved that she was getting it. “The baby starts growing right after the seed and egg meet, and then it keeps growing bigger and bigger until it's ready to be born.” She thought about it for a moment before nodding seriously. “Okay, I think I get it now. The seed and egg make the baby, and they don’t walk, but they find each other.”

“Exactly,” you said, feeling a bit of relief. “You’re really good at understanding all this, sweetie.”

Hyacinth smiled, pleased with herself for figuring it out, then went back to her crayons. “Can I have one?” she asked, you and Zayne glanced at one another. “What do you want to have?” Zayne asked, Hyacinth looked at Zayne with a huge smile on her face, “A baby!”

You chuckled at her, “If you decided to have one then you may honey, but having a baby comes with great responsibilities. You may have one, once you grow older. Just like your daddy and I.” You said as you brushed her hair, but Hyacinth frowned, frustrated that you didn’t get what she was saying.

“No mama, what I want is that you and daddy to have another baby.” Zayne blinked, his expression a mixture of surprise and amusement. You paused for a moment, realizing what she meant. Hyacinth wasn’t asking for a baby of her own, but rather wishing for a sibling, one more to join the family.

You and Zayne exchanged a soft, knowing glance. You smiled warmly at her, understanding her innocent wish. “Oh, sweetheart, that’s very sweet of you,” you said softly, running a hand through her hair. “But right now, we’re very happy with our little family just the way it is. Daddy and I are taking care of you, and we’re very lucky to have you as our daughter.”

“But I want a baby brother or sister! So I can share my crayons and toys with them.” She said as she continued to draw on her paper, “and oh! The four of us could also cuddle all the time.” She giggled.

You smiled at Hyacinth, your heart warming at her innocent wish. As you glanced at her drawing, you saw that it was a family picture, with you, Zayne, her, and the little baby sibling she hoped for. The drawing was filled with love and joy, with each of you drawn in bright, colorful shapes and her little sibling represented by a tiny figure in the corner.

For a moment, you just stared at her, your gaze softening as you took in the picture she created—her version of the perfect family. You couldn’t help but smile at how pure and full of love her little heart was. But as you were lost in thought, you felt Zayne's gaze on you.

When you looked over at him, you found his eyes fixed on you, a gentle smile on his lips. There was something in his gaze, a mixture of affection and gratitude, that made your heart skip a beat. He wasn’t just looking at you with love for the mother of his child, but also with the same warmth and tenderness he always had.

“Maybe someday, sweetheart…” Zayne whispered to you, his voice gentle and filled with warmth. You smiled at him, the corners of your lips curving upward as you met his gaze.

"Yeah, maybe someday," you echoed, the words soft but filled with the unspoken understanding between you.

For a moment, the world around you seemed to slow down. You both watched Hyacinth, so absorbed in her drawing, her innocent wish for a sibling hanging in the air. There was a quiet peace between you and Zayne, a shared feeling that, no matter what the future held, you were content with the love you had right here, right now.

Zayne leaned in just slightly, his hand finding yours and giving it a soft squeeze. "Whatever happens," he said quietly, "I'm glad it's with you." You looked into his eyes, finding that familiar warmth and affection that had always been there. "Me too," you whispered, your heart full. "I wouldn’t want it any other way."

The two of you shared a quiet, understanding smile before turning your attention back to Hyacinth, who was now proudly showing off her drawing—her family picture, complete with the little sibling she hoped for. Her voice bubbled up with excitement as she pointed to the baby in the drawing, her face glowing with joy. "Look, mama! Look, daddy! This is us!"

You both smiled at her, your hearts full, knowing that whatever the future brought, your little family was already perfect just as it was. And maybe, just maybe, someday, her dream of a baby brother or sister would come true. But for now, you were content, surrounded by love and happiness in this moment.

And little did you know that Hyacinth’s wish was already being quietly fulfilled, though none of you knew it yet. The seed of a new beginning had already been planted—hidden, just beneath the surface—waiting to reveal itself when the time was right. Life was unfolding in ways you couldn’t yet see, but soon enough, the love you shared as a family would grow even more.

divider by : @enchanthings

#zayne love and deepspace #zayne x reader #love and deep space #fluff #zayne fluff #l&ds zayne #li shen #dr zayne #lads zayne #love and deepspace zayne #lnds zayne #dividers by enchanthings

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glitteringdust · 2 days ago

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"would it be okay if I leaned against you for a while?" for a rookanis prompt? 👀

He almost can’t believe his ears.

"You're going on a picnic. With Davrin."

"And Assan."

"…Right, because the griffon is the one I should be worried about."

Rook laughs, "Why should you be worried about Davrin?"

Lucanis sighs. Had the romance novels he'd been reading skewed his idea of what picnics were? Were they not romantic gestures, perfect places to confess your undying attraction? Certainly they were not casual affairs…

"I'm not worried… I've just never seen him take anyone else on these walks, that’s all."

You are. Worried.

She raises a brow, grinning, "Lucanis… are you jealous?"

"What? No!" He lies, poorly. "I just hope you're ready if he confesses his deepest love for you.”

She laughs again, a sound that always forces a smile to his lips too. He shrugs, acting nonchalant, “It will be embarrassing, surely. Wait and see.”

When she finally leaves, he tries not to think about it, or think about her. He cycles through the usual focuses; plans for stopping the gods, for stopping Illario… what to make for dinner. No matter what, she ended right there in the front of his mind.

What was she doing, at this moment? Laughing at something Davrin said? Being fed bites of cheeses and chocolate covered fruit, an unasked question in the air?

He shakes his head.

Though they'd almost kissed once, he'd been the one to pull away. Sure, she stayed by his side. She'd been there to help pull him out of his own despair, bridging a gap between him and Spite. But did that mean they were…?

He'd never asked, never wanting to assume but now here he was doing just that. What if she did not want him like that any more, and wanted Davrin instead?

He lets the jealousy simmer as he starts chopping the vegetables up for dinner. He takes his time, making exact cuts to ensure each piece was the same size. Not thinking of Davrin's mouth on her skin, her hand in his, her gaze warm and loving. Not thinking of either of them at all.

He's so engrossed in envy that he almost doesn't hear the footsteps of two elves and one griffon crossing over the threshold of the Eluvian, and it's Spite thrumming along his shoulders that snaps him out of it.

Rook. Back home!

He tries not to pay attention to her footsteps heading towards him, Davrin in tow, but they make it through the dining hall doors despite all the mental barriers he placed in their way.

It's Davrin's voice first, "Hey, Lucanis. Listen—"

Before he can finish, Rook rushes forward, "Lucanis! Assan talked to me. I heard him talk!" She's loud, uncoordinated. Something was off.

"Davrin. What happened to her?"

"It's a long story. We tried Gingerwort Truffle tea, but it seems like it's had an… enlightening effect on her."

"That's one way to put it. She sounds..."

The two look over Lucanis' shoulder to see Rook staring intently at the chopped tomatoes, taking one in her hand and giggling as she squeezed it between two fingers.

"…high." They say in unison.

Davrin turns to leave, "Good luck, Lucanis."

Rook looks up, then, and her blue eyes go wide. She points a finger at Lucanis, and then off to his left, and back.

"There's two of you… is that Spite? I can see Spite?!"

The demon's thrill burns against his eyelids.

Rook. Is looking. At me!

"What do you mean?"

She tilts her head to the side, "Looks like you, but purply… and then kind of smudged?"

She reaches a hand out, presumably to try and touch Spite, yet her hand swipes through nothing and she stumbles forward.

He keeps her from falling, from smacking her face on something solid. He only means to steady her, leaving her free to step back should she want but she doesn't.

"Are you okay?"

She nods, "He looked so real…"

"You should sit, for my sake."

Her hand sliding into his as he leads her towards the loveseat sends a flutter throughout his chest. He takes a seat beside her, "So, how was your picnic with Davrin before he accidentally drugged you?"

She gasps theatrically, "Lucanis!"

So she tells him, through the random bouts of laughter, everything that had happened. Assan saying the word 'worms', Davrin unaffected by weird mushrooms, and not a single love confession to be found.

She moves closer to him, hand still in his, "Can I ask you something?"

"Anything, Rook."

She pauses, blue eyes looking just off to his left, then back.

"Would it be okay if I leaned against you for a while? Feeling… dizzy, now."

She rests her head against his shoulder, navy curls smelling faintly of cinnamon. He feels it all settle, then—the swirling doubts and jealousy that had plagued him all afternoon, because here she was.

Always returning, like the sun through a sky of clouds.

#this was so much dialogue for me I’m overthinking #dragon age veilguard #lucanis dellamorte #khalia aldwir #rookanis #rook x lucanis #lucanis x rook #dragon age the veilguard #my writing #datv fanfic #dav fanfic

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romancherry · 3 days ago

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Wheels & Whiskey

Chapter 2: A Bold Move

biker!joel x doctor!reader

warnings: a little bit of SMUT, innapropriate touching in public, descriptions of sexual desires, explicit language, 18+, MINORS: DO NOT INTERACT

As you settled into the familiar hum of the bar, Maria's curiosity seemed to only grow with every passing moment. "So, come on," she pressed, her eyes shifting to Joel. "What's the deal with you two?"

"He's just... polite." You gave a small shrug.

Maria wasn't buying it. She raised an eyebrow, her lips curling into a mischievous smile. "Polite? Really? Sweetheart, that man doesn't do polite. He wants you. And you're acting like you don't notice."

"I've noticed. Doesn't mean I'm interested."

"Look, I get it," she said, her voice quieter now. "But don't tell me you've never thought about just... letting go. Just once. Take him to bed, see what happens. It's just one night, right? No strings. Let loose for once."

"Maria, I—"

"No, really," she insisted, her voice smooth and convincing. "You've seen the way he looks at you. You know he's not gonna give up anytime soon."

You felt a tight knot form in your chest. Joel never made his intentions a secret. You couldn't deny the chemistry — something electric that buzzed inside you every time he stepped into your line of sight.

Letting out a breath, you shrugged. "Fine, I'll give him a chance. Let's just enjoy the night, alright?" You gestured toward the dance floor where the crowd was getting more lively.

Maria shot you a wink and grabbed your hand, pulling you towards the center of the room. You danced, laughed, and let yourself get lost in the moment, trying to forget the quiet pull Joel Miller had on you.

The night wore on, and the room became a blur of music, laughter and flashing lights. Maria, emboldened by the drinks she'd knocked back, wasn't one to shy away from new adventures. She spotted a handsome man across the room, his curly dark hair falling just so. His easy confidence made him impossible to ignore. Maria didn't need any further encouragement; with a wink at you, she made her way over to him, dragging him to the dance floor with a flirtatious laugh.

You couldn't help but roll your eyes. You needed a moment to breathe, to drink some water and gather yourself after the whirlwind of dancing and loud music. You slipped away to the bar, hoping the quiet space would help clear your head.

But as you leaned against the counter, the stool beside you creaked. You didn't need to look up to know who had joined you. Joel's presence was unmistakable.

"Everythin' all right, sweetheart?" Joel's voice rumbled beside you. He settled onto the stool next to you, the familiar scent of leather wafting around him.

You glanced over at him, but didn't say anything at first. He had that look in his eyes — the same one that made your pulse quicken and your thoughts scatter. You should've been annoyed at how persistent he was, but instead, you found yourself leaning in slightly as if his presence commanded you to.

Joel's eyes softened, a teasing smile tugging at his lips. "You know, you really should be enjoying the night more." His voice dropped lower, leaning in close enough that you could feel his breath near your ear. "Your friend out there is livin' her life, while you're too busy tryin' to play it safe."

You didn't respond immediately. His words were a challenge, one he knew you will try to sidestep.

"Good for her." You simply said.

You felt his hand graze against the small of your back. It moved slowly, posessively, and the warmth of his palm sent a shiver down your spine. He leaned in even closer, his mouth near your ear now, voice smooth and teasing.

"You ain't foolin' me, sweetheart. You got that look in your eyes — the one that says you wanna see how far I can take you. And I'm damn sure you're curious."

The air between you thickened, and the proximity of his body made it hard to think clearly. Just as you were about to turn your head, to push back, his other hand slid lower, barely grazing the inside of your thigh.

It was slow, deliberate, and it sent a rush of head straight down your core. His fingers traced along the bare, soft skin, ocasionally lifting the edge of your dress higher, as if testing the boundaries of your composure.

"Joel..."

"Tell me, Doc." Joel interrupted. "What's it gonna take to make you stop pretendin' you ain't interested?"

You felt his fingers linger on your thigh, pressing just a little more firmly as his hand slowly slid upwards. His touch was a claim, an unspoken challenge, and it sent your pulse racing.

You thought about pushing him away, about asserting control, but in the back of your mind, you knew you wanted this — you wanted him to take whatever he wants from you. What he's been yearning and buzzing you for ever since you moved into town.

But you didn't say anything. Your heart hammered in your chest, a mix of excitement and uncertainty swirling within you.

Joel's lips brushed against your ear once more. "I can't be the only one who feels this, can I?" he whispered, his hand moving just slightly higher, lifting your dress up with him. He couldn't give a goddamn about the lack of privacy.

Joel's fingers remained still for a moment, as if giving you the time to pull away if you chose to. The pressure from his touch lingered, warm and deliberate, leaving you caught in the tension of the moment. The music around you seemed to fade, leaving only the heat between you two, and for a second, it was as if the rest of the bar didn't exist.

You turned your head slightly, enough to meet his eyes. "We should stop."

The confident words which came out of your mouth get betrayed by the treacherous gloss in your eyes; blow out pupils, begging him for more. And he sees right through the mirrors of your soul.

You saw the smirk curling on his lips — confident, patient, like he knew exactly what he was doing. There was no rush in his movements.

"Still pretendin', huh?"

As his hand finally moved again, his fingers gently traced the outline of your clothed pussy. One, sweet stroke from the top of your clit to the bottom of your aching hole.

"I don't bite, y'know," he teased, his lips brushing against your earlobe now. "Unless you want me to."

He didn't give you any chance to speak as he pressed a single finger right on the center of your clit, tightening the little bundle of nerves under his pressure. He slowly started drawing small circles around it, and suddenly, it was too difficult to breathe.

"Joel, this... This is unprofessional." You felt your breath catch in your throat, unsure if you were going to break or keep holding yourself together. His touch was steady, sure of itself, and there was something about the way he was looking at you — his eyes dark and focused — that made it hard to deny how badly you wanted him to keep going.

"Mmm, I promise not to tell anyone, sweetheart. Cross my heart."

You slowly placed a hand on top of his wrist, not knowing whether you should stop him or guide his movements lower.

Now Joel was starting to grow irritated a bit. He loved the game of cat and mouse you were playing, but now that he won, he desperately needed the prize, or he'd go insane.

It was getting impossible to breathe — the warmth was making his hair stick to his dampened forehead, his cock straining against his jeans, his balls tightening so fucking bad that if he didn't witness you bent over in the next five minutes he was going to punch someone.

He was really affected by the situation, even more than you. He needed to be really careful with this one, because he couldn't afford to lose another chance with you again. He's been begging, praying. He can't scare you away.

He pulls his fingers away from your panties, the abrupt shift almost making you reach back for his hand and force it down between your legs again.

"Y'know, Doc. How 'bout we go somewhere else quiet, hm? No distractions. No interruptions. Just us. Let's talk."

His words hung in the air, laced with the weight of what he was offering. The choice was simple: give in and take the risk — refuse and forever regret.

You looked back at Maria, checking to see how she was doing. Anything, to distract you. You needed more time to think.

Joel put pressure on your lower back, guiding your attention back to him. "She's fine, don't you worry. My brother's takin' real good care of her."

"If we leave, are we really gonna... talk?" You ask genuinely, and the way you looked up at him, so innocent, anxious and sweet, made Joel's cock twitch in his pants.

Fuck, he'll talk. While pumping you full of his cum with one hand tugging on your hair and the other holding you tight by the waist, but he'll talk. Give you all the answers you want.

"Yes, sweetheart. Promise. Jus' wanna get things straight between us."

For a moment, there was nothing but the sound of your heartbeat in your ears. In the back of your mind, you know you shouldn't trust him. You know this is part of his plan to lure you in and seduce you until you finally break; fall apart.

But the question is, will he be there to catch you?

Your mind figures out the answer to that question on its own. No matter the amount of times he flirted with you openly, he never made you feel awkward or humiliated. Always respected, even when he practically spoke filth in your ear.

Poor silly doctor, if only you knew just how mad he is for you. Then you wouldn't be second guessing yourself about trusting him.

"Just for a little bit," you whispered, as if testing the waters, as if giving yourself permission to go along with it.

Joel's lips curved into a slow, knowing smile. "That's all I need."

#romancherry's blog #joel miller #joel miller smut #joel miller tlou #joel miller x female reader #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel tlou #pedro pascal #pedro pascal smut

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kurogane2512 · 3 days ago

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could you please make smut bottom!chameleon fic, kuro? I'm starving😞

Same anon same.... always starving for more Chameleon content 😔

18+ CONTENT

Game: Path to Nowhere

Characters: Chameleon x fem!reader (Chief)

Type: Smut with little plot

Your encounter with Chameleon had been most surprising, and one of the toughest detainments you handled so far. In the end, you reached a mutual agreement with her where you became her 'toy' while she accepted arrest and stayed in the bureau. You thought keeping up with her antics would be a pain, but she was surprisingly cooperative outside of a few incidents. And, what did becoming her 'toy' really mean? Well, you certainly weren't expecting to have to satisfy her in all sorts of ways— even sexually. Initially hesitant to do such things with your Sinner, you realized it was essential for her recovery. Not to mention, you couldn't deny she was beautiful, stunning even.

It was an ordinary day when you were seated in your office, buried in bundles of paperwork. Time quickly ran as you didn’t come out at all, determined to complete things as soon as possible. It didn’t help how you had various meetings scheduled throughout the day that hindered your progress and added more to the never-ending pile. You scratched your head as you dragged your pen across the paper, the simple object feeling heavy in your hands by the continuous usage. A sudden knock on your door was heard but you couldn’t even look up and simply allowed the person to come in.

“You look miserable, Chief~”

A familiar sultry voice spoke and you finally looked up, your eyes widened at the guest.

“Chameleon? Is something the matter?”

Chameleon smiled and closed the door behind her then walked closer to you, standing beside your chair and glancing at the stack of papers on your desk.

“Hard at work as always.... But, you do realize you have been working non-stop since morning today?”

She remarked before leaning against the edge of the desk with her arms folded over her chest. You let out a sigh then went back to focusing on the documents in front of you.

“I have no other choice. If everything is okay then could you leave me alone for now? I really need to complete all this.”

Chameleon’s eyes narrowed at your statement and she sat up on the desk now then leaned near you, tracing her hand over your face.

“Surely you can spare a few moments to assist your dear Sinner?~”

You had no energy nor time to deal with her and felt slightly annoyed at her provocation.

“If you want to toy with me then you’ll have to wait more. I’m afraid I won’t be available tonight.”

You firmly replied while continuing with your work, not even glancing at her tempting figure beside you. Chameleon now placed her hand behind your head and caressed your nape while twirling some of your hair strands in her fingers.

“I can make it quick for you, my dear Chief. You simply have to do as I say~”

You tried to duck your head out of her hold, not liking the intruding presence.

“Please, Chameleon. I really can’t toni-“

Your comms rung before you could complete your words. Glancing at the clock, you suddenly recalled you had a meeting scheduled right now and had to take this call.

“I need to work, Chameleon. Please, don’t disturb me for now.” You tried to insist as politely as possible to make her go away but she seemed hellbent on staying and having her way.

You stood up from your seat and walked away to another corner of the office, hoping to not be disturbed. Chameleon watched you silently, her eyes squinting further as she didn’t like how you kept denying and ignoring her. In truth, she had a slightly different reason to come here tonight. She indeed wanted to use you like always, but she wanted to do it differently than usual. You stood with your back towards her and faced the wall as you talked, she had no interest in the conversation and waited for a few moments until her patience ran thin. She removed her spectacles then leisurely paced towards you, her heels tapping on the floor.

You were lost in the conversation and didn’t hear her movements, nor her presence behind you once she reached up to you. You merely felt her arms wrapping around you then were suddenly pushed forward a few steps and leaned on the wall with one hand as Chameleon embraced you from behind with a rapid force. Her arms looped over your shoulders tightly and her body pressed to yours, her lips grazing your ear as she breathed. You let out a small gasp from the force of being pushed, making the person on the other end of the call question your wellbeing.

“A-Ah, I’m fine. Could you give me a moment?” you spoke on the call and looked at Chameleon over your shoulder with a frown.

“Chameleon, what are you doing?! I told you I-!“ you whispered in a panicked tone while trying to move out of her hold, but her grip only tightened further and she let out a sultry chuckle.

“And you are free to do your work, Chief. Don’t mind me, I’ll just help myself~”

You were about to protest further but the voice in your comms spoke again and you had to focus back, hoping Chameleon wouldn’t do something drastic. However, your worst fears came true. While she remained fairly quiet throughout, her hands and lips didn’t stop moving all over your body. Her lips travelled up and down your neck to plant kisses, occasionally licking up your ear lobe and nibbling it, while her hands were busy trying to undress you but teasingly holding back. Her fingers would graze the buttons of your shirt and pants, and every time you prepared yourself for the outcome but she’d pull away and continue her previous ministrations.

You were desperately holding back from making any strange sounds, biting down on your lower lip whenever she’d lick your ear or bracing against the wall when she’d tease to take off your clothes. This was indeed her just playing with you, making you restless and worked up. But you didn’t expect her to remain so civilized and actually wait for you to get free. Her left hand now dragged across your body and grasped your head then tilted it forward with a gentle push, her fingers then brushed aside your neck and exposed your nape followed by her attaching her lips to your skin, kissing and sucking on some spots.

“Mmh-!” you let out a muffled whine when her teeth closed in on your nape.

“Haah.... Chief....~” she softly moaned in your ear, and you were praying the person on the call couldn’t hear.

“Hm? Are you okay, Chief? You have been sounding rather discomforted for a while.” The caller questioned.

“I-I’m fine! Sorry about that. Could you repeat what you were saying?”

“It’s okay, this is sufficient for now. I will connect with you tomorrow, have a good night.”

The call finally ended. You had barely pressed the button on your comm when Chameleon turned you over to face her and pushed you back to the wall more, now pressing you against it completely.

“Ngh-! Chameleon, what is wrong with you? Why are you acting this way?” you spoke in an annoyed tone. Her response was her usual smirk while her hands dragged down your arms, her fingers tracing your wrist then intertwining your palms together.

“You should know by now how I am, Chief. How is this any different from our usual sessions?~”

Indeed, this was just her way of doing things. But you couldn’t help but notice something was different, though you couldn’t pinpoint what. Chameleon gazed into your eyes and conveyed some kind of burning need, a need you’d rarely seen from her. You really didn’t understand what she wanted here.

“....Just get it done with then, I have lot of work to do.” You gave a rather uninterested answer with your gaze averted.

She squinted her eyes and shockingly let go of your hands then stepped back from you and turned around.

“Hah~ No fun in it if you act this way, Chief. Call me once you are free then~”

She waved her hand before picking up her spectacles from your desk and putting them on. You watched as she walked towards the door and stared in disbelief. You didn’t expect her to give up so easily, you knew you disappointed her. Logically, it was good for you that she gave up. But your mind couldn’t be at ease when you remembered the look on her face and the tone of her voice in the end, you couldn’t see her feeling that way. You gritted your teeth and swiftly walked to her then grabbed her wrist before she could go out.

“Wait, Chameleon.”

She turned around to face you and was about to say something when you pulled her towards yourself and connected your lips together. Her eyes widened for a second but she wasted no time to wrap her arms around your neck and kiss back passionately. Your lips moved feverishly while she pushed you back but you instead pinned her on the edge of your desk. She moaned into the kiss when the desk hit her, her fingers lacing through your hair and clenching the strands to pull you deeper into the kiss. You made space to stand between her legs and she naturally began to lay back on the desk while pulling you down with herself.

“I indeed know how you are, and this isn’t you. Tell me, what’s wrong?” you asked with your lips still ghosting hers, arms wrapped around her waist.

Chameleon heaved in front of you, breathless from the passionate kiss. She smirked as she always does then pulled your body closer with her legs by wrapping them around your waist.

“What makes you say I’m different than usual, Chief?~”

“If you were the same then I’d be undressed by now.”

Her eyes glinted and lips curled up further. You made space on the desk by pushing the files and documents around her out of the way when she suddenly locked her legs around you and made you pin her on top of the desk. You gazed into her eyes and suddenly felt a strange connection with her and heard some words in your mind.

“Take me, Chief.... Just fuck me already....~”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing in your mind. It was clearly Chameleon’s voice yet her actions betrayed her thoughts, you couldn’t even tell if she truly spoke in your mind or the shackles somehow conveyed her hidden desires to you. Nevertheless, you finally understood why she was acting strangely. It surprised you that she had side a like this, the self-proclaimed psychopath who loved toying with you was asking you to take the reins for once. You let out a chuckle which made her confused and she cupped your face then sat up slightly to press her lips to your cheek.

“What’s so hilarious, Chief? Does having me in this position amuse you?~”

“A little.... But, that’s not the case. You know, it’s quite ironic how you cannot be honest about your feelings despite being a psychologist~”

She raised an eyebrow, “Oh? Care to give me some lessons then, Chief? You know how I’m more of a practical learner, don’t you?~”

You smirked, “Well....” you then pushed her down by her shoulders and laid her flat on the desk, “....Your body is indeed far more honest than your words~”

You then leaned down to kiss her neck, planting open-mouthed kisses across her skin while your hands grasped her clothed breasts. Chameleon sighed and removed her spectacles then kept them far away as possible before grabbing onto your head, tightly intertwining her fingers in your hair and pushing your face deeper. You soon pulled down her dress and unhooked her bra to expose her breasts and kneaded them in your palms, pulling and squeezing the soft mounds. Your lips travelled down to the valley of her breasts then attached to her right nipple, wrapping around the nub and swirling your tongue over it.

Your other hand continued playing with her left breast, pinching her erect nipple while you sucked the right one. Chameleon’s body heaved up into you, filling more of your mouth with her breast as you continued sucking them desperately, your teeth lightly grazing the flesh. She sighed more and started grinding her core against you, simply rubbing across any part she could feel- which happened to be your abdomen. You could feel the wetness on her core as she grinded herself and moved your right hand down to caress her underwear, feeling her slick seep through.

“So wet.... you never become this way unless I have cum twice already. What’s got you so needy today, Chameleon?~”

It was a half rhetoric and half serious question; you were amused at her state but at the same time genuinely wondering why she was being this way.

“Oh, aren’t you glad to see me this way, Chief? You always complain about me going first and draining you out. I thought I should let you have the chance first for once~”

You didn’t know how truthful this was, but something told you this wasn’t the real reason. Still, you decided to not pursue the question further and instead make the most of the opportunity.

You rubbed your fingers across her clothed folds, moving her slick along and coating it all over while still sucking her breast. Her legs wrapped around you more and held you tightly, her hips grinding again to rub across you. You were about to slip your hand past her underwear when she suddenly pulled your face up and passionately kissed you then bit your lower lip.

“Why don’t you start with ‘that’ already if I’m so wet as you say, dear Chief?~”

You looked at her with a puzzled expression as you didn’t understand right away what she meant, she simply smirked and lowered her gaze towards your crotch. You followed her eyes and looked at the way your legs were intertwined with hers, cores grazing over the clothes and how her hips were leisurely rutting back n forth. You then quickly pieced together what she meant and felt flustered at her directness but agreed and proceeded to fetch the toy from the lowermost drawer of the desk.

Chameleon stood up from the table and waited patiently, watching you look through the things until finally taking out the toy and fastening it around yourself. Just when you finished buckling it, she turned over and leaned forward slightly on the table. You blushed looking at her tempting form, back arched and hips on display inviting you to do whatever you wanted. Chameleon looked at you over her shoulder with a smirk, eyeing you to begin.

Remembering her words in your mind, you went forward with confidence and gently grasped her hips. You kneaded the bouncy flesh and dragged your hands up then suddenly applied some force and pushed her down further, arching her back more and pressing her face to the desk. She let out a breathy moan followed by a chuckle at your action, grinding her hips over the toy now.

Sounds of clothes ruffling was heard next as you flipped up her dress followed by bringing down her leggings and panties together. A string of slick stuck to her panties as you pulled them down, subconsciously fuelling your desire to make her see stars.

“Doesn’t seem like lube is needed.... but is it really okay?” you debated in your mind while pulling apart her folds with your fingers and aiming the length towards them.

“Just do it, Chief.... take me....~” the same voice spoke in your head again and you looked over at Chameleon who was still lying on the desk the same manner, face tilted down.

Without wasting anymore time, you proceeded to drag the head of the toy over her drenched folds. Her hands clenched the edges of the table as the cock slowly made its way inside her, followed by a startled moan leaving her lips as you suddenly pushed it all the way inside. Your hips snapped forward at precise angles and a controlled pace, her body arching with a pleasured sigh every time you came in. Her mushy walls accommodated you quickly, already used to the toy due to prolonged use. Indeed, you had done her this way before, but the experience this time was significantly different.

Your hands grabbed her waist while you spread apart her legs further and stepped closer, pushing the cock even deeper and burying it to the hilt. Chameleon let out breathy moans as your hips pounded into her, sounds of skin slapping accompanying her voice. You could feel her walls tightening around the cock with how hard it became to move, making you thrust faster with more vigour. The sight of her lying on the table this way was arousing beyond belief, and you couldn’t help but lean down on her back and embrace her.

“You look beautiful.... aah... tell me what you want...” you whispered near her ear, resting your face on her shoulder and continuing to drive your hips in and out.

Chameleon’s eyes hooded at the unexpected affectionate action and she struggled to form a reply. You pushed aside her luscious hair and planted kisses on her exposed shoulder before panting near from the constant movement of your hips. Still, you were determined to satisfy her and kept going, maintaining the speed while grinding the cock inside to hit all of her sensitive spots. Her arms fumbled around as she struggled to grab something other than the edge; watching her flail this way was strangely adorable.

You smiled to yourself and brought your right arm forward to hold hers and laced your fingers from the top then pressed it down with a gentle force. Chameleon bit her lower lip to conceal her voice, her eyes fixated on the sight of your hand holding hers so intimately. Her true reason to come there and disturb you was petty; all she wanted was some relief. She simply wanted you to indulge her a little with her teasing, but what she got right now was more than enough, and unexpected.

“M-More.... Chief.... harder~”

Her voice spoke in your mind once again, seemingly mouthing her desires. You wanted her to say it out loud since you loved hearing her sweet voice, but perhaps you’d have to work a little harder for that. You paused for a moment to lean up, planting your hands flat on the table beside her to stabilize yourself. A loud and throaty whine was pushed from her lips the moment you thrusted inside again, hitting her deepest spots with just the right force. You then set a harsher pace than before, snapping your hips harder and faster just the way she wanted.

The table creaked from your pace, her ass jiggling every time your pelvis slapped against it and her body writhed beneath you. Her slick flowed down her thighs like a leaking tap which only made it easier for you to move. The cock produced squelching sounds as it drilled into her and drew out her essence, edging her closer to release. You gazed at her lying motionless underneath, completely giving her body to you and you made sure she wouldn’t regret that.

“Haah.... Chameleon.... this is what you wanted, didn’t you....?~”

This time, you spoke in her mind as well. Her eyes suddenly widened at the unexpected intrusion in her mind, but she simply smiled and started pushing back her hips into you.

“Y-You know it, Chief... aaahn... don’t hold back.... mmh- just fuck me~”

You buried your face in her shoulder as you pounded faster, knowing she was close to release. Her eyes rolled to the back as you hit a new spot, making her moan out loud unexpectedly. Oh, how delightful the sound was. You could get lost just listening to her voice.

“Faster, Chief.... I’m close.... yes.... that’s it....! More... give me more!~”

She chanted in your mind as if in a lovestruck daze. You stood back up completely and swiftly grabbed her right thigh to hold it up slightly, pressing your pelvis to her completely and pounding deep inside. She whimpered as you hammered at her sensitive spots then finally released with a strained moan, biting her lip and pressing her face to the table. You stayed in place as she came, keeping the toy buried inside and drawing out her release before gently pulling out, watching her essence pool around the length and down her thighs.

Chameleon panted out satisfactorily and was about to say something when you grabbed her legs and suddenly flipped her over, making her lie on her back as you wrapped her legs around your waist and rubbed the cock over her slit. She exclaimed in surprise at the change of position, not expecting you to do such a bold action right away. Yet, she didn’t counter in any form and locked her legs tighter, needily waiting for you to come back inside. The cock slipped back easily and the pleasured feeling of being stuffed returned, her body arching with a moan.

You then set a constant fast pace again, snapping your hips forward and drilling into her heat. She practically bounced off the table now, simply laying back and enjoying the sensations. You stepped closer and pushed deeper, pinning your hands on either side of her head and pounding away. She gazed into your eyes this way, communicating an unspeakable need which she was glad you understood. She then dragged her hands over your body and started unbuttoning your shirt, quickly removing it followed by attempting to take off your pullover too but you stopped her.

Chameleon was about to sit up when your comms device vibrated in your ear, making you halt your movements and deprive her. You looked at the clock then at your tablet to see the caller and realized it was already time for your next meeting, followed by remembering you had yet to complete lot of the paperwork as well, some of which was required for this meeting.

“S-Sorry, give me a minute, Chameleon....”

You said through gritted teeth and pulled out of her before answering the call. You took a few steps back to catch your breath and started conversing in a formal manner, saying unnecessary pleasantries and talking of business. Chameleon had no interest in the conversation; she once again felt envious that you weren’t paying attention to her, despite the fact that you literally gave up on your work halfway to please her....

She waited and waited as you talked more, even bringing out a notepad and writing down some points. Although, watching you talk professionally while wearing a strap and clothes half removed was amusing in itself. Her patience was over soon after and she decided to take action. She stepped down and walked towards you and grabbed the toy length. You became confused at her action and tried to tell her to wait more, but she was having none of it.

She wrapped her arms around your neck and dragged one leg over your waist then slipped the cock inside herself. Your arms automatically rushed to hold her when you felt her weight on the toy, a smirk adorning her lips knowing she had your attention again. You mouthed her to not go further but she ignored all your silent pleas and started grinding back n forth on the cock while clenching onto you. Her lips ghosted yours and low sighs left her mouth which you desperately tried to mask away from the comm device.

“Chief? Is everything alright?” the caller questioned.

“Y-Yes, sorry for interrupting. Please continue....!” you said in a panicked voice.

Chameleon smirked further watching you struggle, moving her hips faster now. You gritted your teeth again then held her tighter and swiftly moved back to pin her on the table again, locking her legs around you like before and thrusting deep inside. You feared she’d moan out loud from the action but she concealed her voice by biting down on your shoulder, simply letting out a muffled groan. Her hands clenched your back more, nails digging in the fabric to grab your shirt as her hips rutted on the toy.

“Ngh.... y-yes I understand.... n-noted....” you answered the call as professionally as possible.

Chameleon simply smirked at the situation, feeling victorious at having you this way. She knew you wouldn’t just throw away your dignity and spoil the meeting by fucking her senseless right now, but she could certainly have her fun toying with you. She slyly let out sighs of pleasure near your ear as she moved, ensuring to not be too loud but also stimulate you enough. You shivered every time her breath brushed past your ear, letting her do as she pleased. Sometime later, you felt her pace slow down and realized she may have gotten tired of moving- which got proved soon after.

“Why did you stop, Chief? I believe you are capable enough to handle both things right now~” her voice came in your mind and provoked you.

You eyed her with a frown, feeling helpless and annoyed at her actions but eager to fuck her at the same time. Pushing her thighs apart more, you slotted yourself closer and made a harsh thrust deep inside her. She arched with a throaty moan and tilted back, hands still gripping around your neck.

“What was that, Chief? Is someone with you?” the caller questioned hearing her voice.

“N-No, I’m just in the activity area and some Sinners are playing around....!”

Chameleon chuckled at your excuse, making you smile back as well. You held yourself against the table and started doing slow and deep thrusts into her. The pace was much slower than before, but you ensured to drag the length out and graze her walls then push inside with a hard thrust, hitting her sensitive spots. She bit down on your shoulder again and let out muffled cries every time your hips snapped forward, relishing the slow and hard sensation. The pace continued for a while until you started pounding away like a wild animal, her body falling back on the table.

“You are unbelievable, Chameleon.... f-fuck.... would you have taken responsibility if we got caught?~”

Chameleon chuckled and dragged her hands down your chest, “If you want me to....mmh... I could easily make them forget they ever heard anything~”

You sighed in defeat, knowing well this was exactly how she was. She then pulled you down and pressed her lips to yours as you kept thrusting, moaning into your mouth. You snapped your hips a few more times and finally made her release, her head throwing back with a loud moan as she clenched around the cock. You panted in each other’s embrace, her hands gently caressing your head in satisfaction.

“So, are you going to admit you just wanted to be fucked?~” you teased, earning a smirk from her.

“Hmm, whatever are you talking about, Chief? Wasn’t it you who pulled me in because you wanted to de-stress?~”

You sighed and didn’t argue further, knowing she wouldn’t admit so easily. You pulled out the toy and cleaned up things while she dressed herself and proceeded to leave.

“From next time, just say your real feelings, Chameleon. I won’t ever ignore you, but give me time to respond.” Your voice spoke in her mind as she walked out.

She stopped for a moment at the unexpected words then smiled to herself and glanced back, only to see you working as if nothing happened.

“I will keep that in mind, my dear Chief~”

#path to nowhere #path to nowhere smut #path to nowhere x reader #ptn chameleon x reader #ptn chameleon #chameleon x reader #ptn #ptn x reader #ptn smut

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coquettejunnie · 17 hours ago

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[ ୨୧ ] ── What I Cherish The Most

"And I'll take some time- just to be thankful that I had days full of you, you. Before it winds down into the memories, it's all just memories- la-la-la-la-la. "

୨୧ Pairing: Yuta Nakamoto x Fem!Reader・Wc: 0.6 (665) / fluff (makes me giggle while twirling), suggestive, skinship, kissing, petnames (baby) ! ♡ type: headcanon

In which. . . Yuta is craving for some attention. So he decides to bother his girlfriend so she can do something about it.

now playing: get you by daniel ceasar (ft. kali uchis)

Rose's Note: This was originally supposed to be for my ot8 post but decided to just send it separately since it was longer than the rest of them. This is not the story that I was saying that I was gonna write something else to fix my last post but I just wanted to send it out so it wouldn't be in my drafts. This is also dedicated to Yuta's iconic lip pursing. It's just who freakin wholesome.

As you were laying on your bed while reading an article on your laptop while being unaware of your surroundings, you sensed a figure that came close to you- which was your boyfriend, Yuta. He went on the bed and crawled towards you with the covers over him. You were trying so hard to keep a poker face because you couldn't help but adore him. Even though he acts childish, you couldn't get enough of him.

"What are you doing?" you tilted your head in confusion.

He used his hand to demonstrate for you to continue, "Continue what you were doing."

"You're distracting me with your cute self." you tapped his forehead.

"You know you love it though." he said in a teasing tone. "I love attention. Baby, I need it right now. I'm desperate." he scooted at each word that escaped his lips with a sarcastic tone.

You closed your laptop and crossed your arms while looking down at him, waiting for an answer. He laid his head on your lap as he started to play with your pants strings.

"Can you rub my head?" he questioned as he looked up at you.

"Yeah." you started to caress his head which his lips curved into a smile.

"Thank you." he said in a teasing tone. He moved his head forward to try and kiss you on the lips but you dodged it.

"Hey, what was that for?" he turned his whole body to give you his attention.

"Should I really give you a kiss?" you pretended like you were thinking real hard.

"Yeah, you should give me a kiss. Now gimme one." he leaned forward as he pursed his lips. You couldn't help but laugh at it.

You flipped the blanket over his head. "You didn't say please though."

You started to crawl away but before you could reach the end of the bed, he pulled your legs closer and flipped you on your back so he would be over you. He started to plant many kisses on your face, making you giggle.

"You're killing me, Yuta!" you said in between your laughs. "Okay, you win!"

He kissed your cheek then looked into your eyes. "I can't help but gatekeep you from this world. You're so precious." he tapped your nose then continued to send you his love- as in kissing you nonstop.

You gave up and indulged him. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he continued to do what he was doing. He adjusted the blankets over the both of you as he never broke away from the kiss.

"Can I kiss you forever?" he said in between the kisses.

"You can't do it forever because we have to do important things to do at some point."

"And what are more important things that we have to do where I can't kiss you forever, hmm?"

"Like work? There are such things as working." you answered back.

"Nope, we can skip that." Yuta continued to plant kisses on you but instead of your cheek, his lips traveled down to the crook of your neck as he let out a long relieved sigh. "I love you so, so much." you felt his breath brush against your skin.

After a few seconds which felt like forever, Yuta removed his lips away from your skin as he turned his attention towards you. "Y/n, did you know that you're the only person besides my parents that I cherish the most?"

You smiled from his sudden response which made him smile too. He laid down on your chest as he wrapped his arms around you.

"I love you, Yuta." you caressed his forehead. He leaned in forward as you indulged him to kiss you. You guys both melted into the soft but yet tender kiss.

"I love you too, Y/n." he said in between the kiss while his lips formed into a smile against yours.

And that is what you cherish the most. Yuta Nakamoto.

#coquettejunnie #kpop #kpop fanfic #nct #nct 127 #nct fanfic #nct ff #nct fluff #nct x reader #nct yuta #yuta nakamoto #yuta x reader #yuta nakamoto x reader

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kcwriter-blog · 18 hours ago

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I finally started playing Baldur's Gate 3. I know I'm slow. Many people told me I wouldn't like it. The reasons why were varied - turn based combat, unvoiced protagonist, characters not as in depth as they are in Dragon Age. And I listened.

What changed? Frustration with Veilguard.

And I liked BG3. A lot. Enough to hyperfixate on it? No, but it is a game I want to play again. Something I don't want to do with Veilguard. I got the ending I wanted but it was kind of a slog to get there and I don't want to do it again.

Which brings me to why I created this post. BG3 reminds me of what I loved about the previous three DA games and what I found lacking in Veilguard. To start I will just say that Veilguard was not for me and that is fine. It works for others and I am happy for them.

BG3 has characters that feel like real people. They have likes and dislikes. They get along with other party members or they don't. They don't really like or trust your character at first. You have to get to know them but they also have to get to know and trust you. They don't always agree with you. They make their own decisions based on how you have helped change them. For example. I can tell Shadowheart what she should do about the Nightsong, but ultimately it is up to her. I can try to persuade her but its a pretty high check if she doesn't really like me.

You get to decide what kind of person your Tav/Durge is. And there are consequences for the kind of person you choose to be. The world reacts to your character and not always pleasantly. So I felt a sense of accomplishment when a character became friendly or made a choice based on what my character did.

DA games used to do that to one extent or another. Even in DAI some of your characters could leave you. Others just hated you. It was realistic.

The story was cohesive. It had themes and those themes were dealt with well.

I understand that DATV was a result of its development cycle and that we got a game at all, much less one that was polished and had a mostly satisfying ending is great so I'm not overly critical. It is what it is but it isn't for me.

So this Solavellan blog will be looking a little different going forward. There will be more posts about other games. I need to step away from DA for a bit.

I suspect it will still lean heavily toward Solas and Solavellan. That is my hyperfixation after all, but I want to post pictures of my other games and don't feel like creating another blog dedicated to those other games (yes, I'm lazy).

So everyone that follows me for Solavellan content be warned.

#dragon age #solas #solavellan #solasmance #datv spoilers #bg3 #baldurs gate 3

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quilly72 · 3 days ago

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Katie parked her car outside the cave as she unlatched the trunk. Flinging the door open with a huff as she grabbed her tools. Staring at the dig site in front of her as she started to trudge in at 5 am.

Katie muttered to herself as she struggled through the thin passage ways and low crawl spaces. Her mentor Dr Jones has been on a weird obsession lately with these caves. Previously inhabited by a tribe that worshipped some unknown god.

Lately all it had gathered was a couple of bruises and scrapes for Katie to nurse and a torn shirt when a stalactite had knabbed her. As she made her way through the last crawl space she found it. Her professor standing in a large auditorium surrounded by stone.

"Katie thank goodness your here we did it we finally made it."

Katie stood breathless surrounding her for what had to be hundreds of murals and scripts written onto the walls. Ancient pottery and gifts for their god strewn about and piled on an altar.

Dr Jones snapped her out of it as he directed her towards what they believed to be the beginning. "Okay Katie you speak their tongue the best so we figured we'd let you do the translating best we can tell is they worshipped some giant god whom would rule over and protect them.

"Well first of all it's a goddess"

Dr Jones looked surprised as Katie smirked.

"look right here guintia means female giant. If it were a male it would be guintio

Second of all I'm not sure if she was always a protector. Some of these murals look rather violent and this says something about a violent and explosive rebirth ritual. Best not recreate that. "

Dr Jones scribbled furiously as other assistants fired up their cameras

Meanwhile Katie studied the words on the wall as she read it outloud

This line talks about the goddess giving them a good harvest and here they talk about their enemies being crushed under her rule. She worked further in as Dr Jones leaned in. "And what of their ritual the rebirth.

Katie scanned the wall as she found what looked like a genealogy. "Well it looks like this one was first and then after that came her daughter. Then the usurper as she's called here

The mother. The harvester. This one looks like it was scratched out and renamed the devil.

And...

Dr Jones interrupted

It blanks out after that just a bunch of empty spots with no one to fill them. "Then what's all that text underneath.

Katie stared as she grabbed a duster. Gently scraping away at the dust as she tried to read it.

It's the ceremony to rename another goddess. It looks like they would have the appointed one speak it in front of her worshippers.

Katie paused before Dr Jones motioned for her to read it word for word.

She cleared her throat as she tried to imagine how to best pronounce some of the older words. Fluma divid yscipio guintia. The words glowed as everyone started to stare. Cameras caught the action as Katie caught her breath. She couldn't tell if it was nerves or excitement but she had never felt so good in her life.

Crescere Dominica fredget le punco.

The words flashed with a shockwave that shook the room. Some of the rocks falling down as Katie was flung backwards into Dr Jones arms.

She struggled to her feet as Dr Jones helped her up. Katie stood back up as she felt everyone's eyes settle on her. Her eyes darted back and forth as Dr Jones gasped before stuttering abit. "Uhhh k Katie you're glowing"

Katie blushed a little as she tried to brush off all the dust that had gathered on her pants after her trip. "While I appreciate the compliment I don't think this is really the time for it Dr."

"No Katie you're actually glowing"

Katie raised an eyebrow before she raised her arm. Katie took a step back from herself as her eyes grew wide. Her hand and arm faded with a green hue as it melted into her skin.

She struggled for words as she felt a pressure build up inside of her. Katie moaned as it vursted out through her lips her body lifting up with it as it threw her forward. Her body ached as she hunched over." What's happening somethings wroNNNGG.

Katie gasped as her eyes grew wide

Her body flung forward again as the group hugged the cave walls. Katie stumbling for balance in the center as her jeans button popped off her hips. She stared down at the flung out button as she grasped each edge with her fingers.her denim hugged her thighs as if her life depended on it. Actually wveruthing felt tight and uncomfortable now thats he dwelled on it. Katie tried to tug the button back In with no luck as she gasped again.

Her body lifting up as she stared around her. The doctor was the closest as Katie stared at him was he shorter or just cowering in fear.

'Jones I think I think you're shrinking.

The doctor stammered for words as Katie felt another burst crawl out from her.her blouse hugged her as her air constrained in her lungs.

"Katie I think.i think you're growing"

"No that's not...plink...possible."

The top of her blouse popped a button. Then another as her tits blossomed out of her shirt. Her bra dug into her skin as Katie stared down at her ample bosom.

"SHIII."

She gasped as her blouse popped off her. Balancing on her bigger shoulders as her shirt untucked from her pants. Her ass ripped the denim in half as her legs zipped out of her pants now shrunk Cyprus.

"Jones how do i stop the text doesn't say anything about stopping."

Katie scrambled across the walls as she braced against them. Another burst hitting her as her blouse ruffled to the floor. A couple interns trying to frantically crawl out if the Tomb as they slowly shuffled out one by one.

Her legs shook as the denim finally tore up the expanse of her legs. Her thighs free from constraint as she felt relief return to her legs.

"Help me fuck Dr Jones do something'

Katie panicked as she busted again. Her arm brushed the roof as Katie stared up at it. Her bra snapping off into the floor as her panties dug into her expanding hips.

Katie panicked as she scrambled for help. Dr hones staring in amazement and distraught.

"Do something I can't fucking STTTOOOPP.

Her head bent against the rock as she stuffed forward. Bending her knees as her pants snapped off into the dirt floor. A couple students managing to make it out of the cave as Katie groaned again. Her arm blocking the exit as she braced against the floor.

Her eyes scanned the wall for a reversal as she braced again. Her fingers digging g through the dirt as they expanded across the flor. Her back grazing the sharp rocks as she bellowed forward. The remaining students and doctor shuffling up the walls for space as Katie crowded the room.

Katie moaned again as a student cried out. His scream cut short as her ass smashed against the wall with him behind.

She fell to her elbows as her head bent against another wall. Dr Jones closed his eyes as her chest enveloped him. Another girl to her right muttered the phrase Katie has translated earlier. Her skin glowing green before Katie groaned again

Her shoulder smashing her against the wall before she ever had a chance.

Katie curled into a ball as she felt the rock poke and Stan her bare skin. The rock barely shuffling as she felt her body expand into it. Katie screamed and tensed her face as she felt the rock press back into her. Thinking she was about to be crushed she frantically scanned over her options. As she berated again she felt her shoulders start to snap against the rock. Her neck pressed i to her body as the rock refused to relent.her feet bleeding as they jabbed into the sharp walls.

Katie mumbled the phrase as what was left of the room glowed green. Muttering it again and again as she felt her body tense and shake.

Her vision went black before she was blind des. Her head dipping and bursting through the ground as the floor around her exploded outwards. Her body rapidly piling out into the desert landscape as she crawled pit of her pit. Her body rumbled the ground as she paced against the floor

Before she even managed to raise to all 4s her body doubled in height. By the time she stood the cave was no bigger than her foot.

Her head dragged up into the sky burst after burst as her feet tumbled and crushed more of the landscape after a while a city falling to one of her toes before being swallowed hoel. The earth disappearing under her chest as Katie felt the air grow thinner. Each continent praying that she fell the opposite way of their prayers as she started to wobble back and forth.

#giantess growth #gtsgrowth #giantess

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bookloover35 · 3 days ago

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The One With the Teasing- Steve Harrington x fem reader.

It was a quiet summer evening in Hawkins, and Steve Harrington was lounging on the couch in the Wheeler's basement, his feet kicked up on the coffee table. He was trying to enjoy a rare moment of peace after a long day of babysitting the kids, but there was a nagging feeling in the back of his mind—one that had been there for weeks.

The feeling had started innocently enough. A fleeting glance here and there. A laugh shared when you said something sarcastic. But now? Now it was something Steve couldn't ignore any longer. And it wasn't just any "something." It was the fact that Steve was beginning to like you. Dustin's older sister, the same age as him, the girl who always had something witty to say and a smile that could brighten his worst days.

He was caught in his thoughts when Dustin, ever the mischievous little brother, popped into the basement. He grinned from ear to ear, clearly up to something.

"Hey, Steve!" Dustin said, crossing his arms with that smug look he always wore when he was about to tease someone. "What's it like, huh?"

Steve glanced up, trying to play it cool. "What's it like? What are you talking about, kid?"

"You know," Dustin said, wiggling his eyebrows, "hanging out with my sister so much. You two are practically inseparable these days. Do you need me to give you guys some space?" He winked.

Steve's face turned beet red. "I—what? Dustin, shut up." He rubbed his face in exasperation, but it didn't help. The teasing was already too much. And it wasn't helping that Steve had caught feelings for you in the first place.

Dustin wasn't about to let up. He leaned in closer, lowering his voice in mock secrecy. "I get it, Steve. I really do. She's cool—I mean, she's my sister and all, but I get why you like her." He leaned back and grinned. "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone."

"You're not funny, Dustin," Steve groaned, but there was a glimmer of hope that maybe, just maybe, Dustin was just messing with him. He wasn't that obvious, right? The teasing was just playful, wasn't it?

But Dustin wasn't done. He crossed his arms again, looking proud of himself. "It's fine, Steve. I mean, who could blame you? She's pretty smart, funny, and definitely way cooler than you. It's probably hard to resist her charm."

Steve shot him a glare. "You really need to stop. Seriously."

The basement door creaked open, and there you were, walking in with a nonchalant expression. "What's going on down here?" you asked, arching an eyebrow at the two of them.

Steve's heart skipped a beat. Dustin's face lit up with a grin, as if the entire world had just become his stage.

"Oh, just talking about how Steve's got a thing for my sister," Dustin said casually, as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

You raised both eyebrows. "Oh really?" you said, crossing your arms as you leaned against the doorframe. "And what exactly do you mean by that?"

Steve's eyes widened. "Dustin! You—" But it was too late. You were already walking toward them with that smirk of yours, one that had always left Steve speechless in the past.

"Well," you said, as you took a seat next to Steve, your voice suddenly teasing. "I guess I should know how you feel, huh?"

Steve looked like he was about to combust. He wanted to hide, but somehow, he also couldn't help but enjoy the way you were looking at him—playfully, yet with an undeniable curiosity.

Dustin stood from across the room, looking far too pleased with himself. "Don't worry, Steve. It's all out in the open now. I can't help it. I'm a good brother, making sure you two don't get too shy about everything."

You laughed, clearly enjoying the show, and nudged Steve lightly with your elbow. "So, Steve... was there ever a moment when you thought maybe I was worth not teasing you for?"

Steve, feeling trapped and defeated, sighed. "You guys are impossible."

But then, you smiled at him—softly, warmly. And suddenly, Steve felt like maybe he wasn't as trapped as he thought. Maybe, just maybe, there was a chance that things weren't as complicated as Dustin made them seem. Maybe there was something real here.

Dustin watched the exchange for a moment, saw the way Steve looked at you, and let out a satisfied sigh. "Well, I guess I'm not needed here anymore. I'll leave you two lovebirds to it."

"Dustin!" Steve groaned as he threw a pillow at him, but it was already too late. Dustin had bolted up the stairs, leaving Steve and you alone.

There was a brief moment of silence. Then, you nudged Steve again, this time more playfully.

"You know, I think you're kind of cute when you're flustered."

Steve opened his mouth to respond, but the words got caught in his throat. He finally just laughed, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. "Dustin is gonna make my life miserable from now on, isn't he?"

You grinned. "Well, as long as you're not going to make it too awkward, I think we'll be fine."

He smiled at you, the weight of the moment settling in. Maybe Dustin wasn't so bad for pushing him to finally say what he couldn't before. And maybe, just maybe, he was going to enjoy this new chapter of his friendship—or something more—with you.

"Well, I'll try not to make it too awkward," Steve said with a grin. "But no promises."

You laughed, and in that moment, everything felt just a little bit less complicated.

And Dustin? Well, he'd won for now. But Steve was starting to think that maybe—just maybe—he didn't mind being the target of a little teasing every once in a while if it meant he got to be around you more.

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Frogs of Fall: Perspectives

Another silly thing I wrote in between marathon runs of Alex marriage dialogue... A contribution to Sebastian's frog pajamas, I figured I should write something for that considering I started the whole thing! :D Written from each character's perspective, like the last one. Link at the bottom if you want it. NSFW: mild language, sexual content | Quick read ~2200 words

Read on AO3 here: Frogs of Fall

I might be convinced to write part 2 if enough people are interested, leave a comment!

Raven

It’s early, but not that early. The sun rose not too long ago and the air is crisp. I feel a slight chill, but it will be gone once the sun fully rises. I check my watch one more time before resting my hand on the door. Nine o’clock. The handle turns and the door swings open. I step inside, bringing a swirl of fall leaves with me. “Hello, Raven!” Robin’s cheerful voice greets me as I step up to the counter, she winks and nudges the catalogue towards me, eager for another big project.

“Oh, I’m still working on gathering decent hardwood for the stable, I should be ready to start on it in the next few days.” I can’t help but smile as she raises her eyebrow knowingly.

Robin sighs. “Ah, well. It is a lot of work gathering resources by yourself. I’m off to aerobics class anyway, I’m sure I’ll see you tomorrow if not sooner. Have a wonderful day, Sebby should be up shortly,” she chuckles and heads out, leaning back to snatch a towel draped over the chair by the door. It’s a good thing I like Robin, she can be a lot sometimes.

Shuffling footsteps reach my ears and I turn towards the sound. Sebastian emerges from the hall to the kitchen, rubbing his eyes, hair tousled, a pillow crease across one cheek. He hasn’t seen me yet, his fingers run back through his hair, then up as he reaches for the ceiling, arching his back and yawning, shirt hem rising to expose his belly… Oh… holy… My eyes widen and my heart tries to escape my chest as my gaze drifts down to his belly button and a tidy row of dark hair marching in a straight line between the angle of his hips down to his dangerously-low waistband. My lips part and lungs struggle for air, I'm gaping like a fish but can’t do anything about it… Sebastian’s well-worn pajama pants are stretched out at the waist with frayed ties hanging loose. Little faded cartoon frogs frolic merrily across the fabric, dancing and catching dragonflies. One little frog seems to smirk then wink as it peeks out from its hiding place in his pajama fly. Rising up on his toes, Sebastian fully commits to the stretch, and I watch shamelessly.

As Sebastian opens his eyes, I see realization cross his features and he snaps his arms down, yanking on his shirt hem. Pfftt! God, he’s cute. Just like yesterday when he handed me a bouquet, staring at his feet, whispering, “Will you go out with me?” like he was terrified I’d say no. To my embarrassment, I practically jumped on him, but he didn’t seem to be bothered by my eagerness. Then he kissed me, or maybe I kissed him? I’m not sure but I’ll never forget that feeling. Oh damn, I’m just staring at him, letting the poor guy squirm.

“Good morning, handsome!” Ooof, that’s cheesy, oh well. It’s true anyway. That smile! Heh, and the little dimple in his cheek… I love when he laughs. “There’s frogs on your pants,” I blurt, like that wasn’t obvious. They are really cute frogs though. I wonder where he got those? Must have been a gift, I can’t see him buying something so silly himself. Sebastian looks down, red flush creeping up his cheeks. Of course that only draws my eyes to where he’s looking, directly at his crotch.

“Uhhh… I should go get dressed, I’ll be right back.” Sebastian makes a move for the stairs, my hand flies out to grab his arm before I can think. I want to keep him here with me, him and his ridiculous pajamas that are… quite thin now that I see them up close. A burning ache fills my gut and before I can overthink it, I throw my arms around his neck, kissing him… hard. He wraps his arms around me, holding me tight to his chest, a moan escaping his lips. I feel his body’s response to my proximity and I can’t help but rise up on my toes, feeling him rub against my pelvis, hard and hot. He opens his mouth and I kiss him deeper, our tongues tangling in a dance, his hands sliding down my back… The ache in my core intensifies as my body reacts to the feeling of him pressing against me.

SLAM!

“SEB!! YOU UP YET?” Holy Yoba! I think my heart just stopped, I feel Sebastian jump and release him, returning my heels to the floor. He’s panting, obviously disoriented by Sam’s sudden interruption. “Oh, hey guys, Raven, I didn’t know you’d be here, heh! Uhhh, sorry, I can come back later. Like in five minutes? Haha!” Sam’s voice filters through the roar in my ears, my brain struggles to make sense of the words.

Blinking, I look down. That cheeky little frog is looking back at me from his rather high perch. Sebastian is gripping his shirt hem, self-conscious; I turn around, careful to keep Sebastian behind me, blocking Sam’s view. “I’ll wait outside, you’re supposed to come practice the new set at my place, remember?” I hear Sebastian’s rumbling grunt in response, and Sam thankfully takes the hint and steps out. Sighing, I turn back, leaning my forehead against Sebastian’s chest and settling my hands on his bare hips, I don’t want to let him go.

After a moment I look up, meeting his eyes, swirling wells of bluish gray. “That frog is my favorite, he better come visit me later,” I whisper… that was… pretty forward. I hope he doesn’t mind. I smile to cover my embarrassment, I have no idea if he wants to repeat this scenario or just let it go and see what happens. All I know is I really love these pajama pants of his.

“Sorry about Sam, I… do you want to meet up later? I have better pants, these are trashed. Heh, I must look like you found me in the sewer.” Sebastian sighs softly, avoiding my eyes. He’s definitely got the wrong idea, I can’t let him think that.

“Don’t you dare get rid of these, I love the little frogs and you look so… um, I better go before Sam gets bored and comes back in. Come over to my place tonight after you’re done hanging out at the saloon, and bring those pajamas. I want to get to know that little frog better, heh! Yeah, that was a joke. Sort of. Not really. Okay, I’m done, one more kiss?” That was definitely starting to go downhill… Sebastian immediately responds with a gentle kiss, his lips warm and inviting. Before I get lost in him, I pull back and head for the door, looking over my shoulder to catch one last glimpse of that man in frog pants. My man in frog pants. Tonight can’t come soon enough.

Sebastian

-Rumble- Urgh… shut up, stomach… it’s too early. The sun is just peeking through the tiny windows of my dungeon, must be around nine. -Rumble- Fine, I’m getting up. I drag my legs over the side of the bed, my toes curl at contact with the cold floor before I find my slippers. Shoulders drooping, I slide my feet towards the stairs, gravity sucks. Two… three… four… I trudge up the steps, dragging my fingers along the worn path in the wall until I reach fifteen.

Crisp fall air tugs at my hair and clothes as the front door closes, Mom must be heading out for her aerobics class. -Rumble- Alright, alright, we’re almost to the fridge… I rummage around and find an energy bar, I wish these actually gave me energy, but whatever. At least my stomach will be content. Pushing my hair out of my eyes, I shuffle back down the hall, hearing the door again. Mom must have forgotten her towel. Turning the corner, I pause to stretch my shoulders, must have slept weird last night… I glance up and freeze… Raven.

Heat washes over me as she smiles, my arms over my head, cool air prickling my bare stomach. I tug my shirt down and try to breathe normally. Only yesterday I had finally sucked up the courage to offer Raven a bouquet of flowers, hands shaking, stuttering out the words. She immediately accepted, no hesitation, she wanted… me. I still can’t believe it. When I ran into Sam afterward, the whole story just gushed out of me, he couldn’t stop laughing. I think I punched him, I don’t remember. Then he hugged me, what a goof.

“Good morning, handsome!” Raven’s cheerful voice yanks me out of my head, she’s the only one who can do that. I grin like a lovesick puppy… well, I guess that’s pretty accurate. Tilting her head, she gazes at me, the corner of her mouth twitching like it does when she’s about to say something sarcastic or that she thinks is funny. She has a great sense of humor, I don’t always get her jokes, but I laugh just the same. Seeing her happy is all I need. “There’s frogs on your pants, “ she smirks, eyes sparkling.

I look down. Oh god no… shit, shit, shit! I forgot I was wearing my frog pajama pants, the ones Mom got me several years ago, and have nearly been worn to transparency. She keeps begging me to throw them out, but every time I head to the trash, halfway there I think they have a few more washes left in them. The elastic has completely given up at the waist, the ties are frayed, and the faded frogs just mock me, knowing how much I love these pants. A frog looks up at me from behind my fly, sticking out its tongue. I can practically see the outline of my… oh god, these are going straight in the trash after this! Another wave of heat washes over me, and I feel a draft down there… I’m not wearing anything under these pants, I hate the feeling of boxers when I’m trying to sleep.

“Uhhh… I should go get dressed, I’ll be right back.” As I turn towards the stairs, Raven’s hand touches my arm, then she’s in my arms, pressing her body against mine. I feel every curve of her, soft breasts pressing against my chest, the slope of her back down to her… oh god, my breath catches as she presses her lips to mine, so full and sweet, like honey. My body reacts instantly to her touch, desire flaring to life in my core, no… no… there’s nothing I can do, these pants are way too thin to hide something that obvious. Though at this point, I don’t think it would matter if I were wearing jeans. She’d definitely feel that. Raven lifts herself on her toes, rubbing against me, I suck air at the sensation and she flicks her tongue into my mouth. I curl my tongue around hers, sliding my hands down over the curve of her glutes… tingling waves rushing over me, burning desire… ngh… I don’t think I can stop, I don’t want to stop.

SLAM!

“SEB!! YOU UP YET?” Sam’s stupid yellow head flashes across the edge of my vision, Raven stiffens, quickly lowering her feet to the floor. Her arms release my neck, cold air flowing over my exposed skin. “Oh, hey guys, Raven, I didn’t know you’d be here, heh! Uhhh, sorry, I can come back later. Like in five minutes? Haha!” I glare over Raven’s shoulder at Sam, oh he’s definitely paying for that later. She turns, staying squarely in front of me, thank god. It’ll take a minute for my body to get the message that it’s time to cool off… I glance down, the smirking frog has completely emerged from its hiding place, perching right on my- Eeesh. That’s attractive. “I’ll wait outside, you’re supposed to come practice the new set at my place, remember?” I grunt my acknowledgment as Sam waves, snickering as he saunters out the door. Raven turns back, her hands on my hips, thumbs gently massaging my skin.

She looks up and smiles, her emerald eyes sparkling with mischief. “That frog is my favorite, he better come visit me later.” I blink… is she serious? Does she actually like these pants? They’re so… stupid.

“Sorry about Sam, I… do you want to meet up later? I have better pants, these are trashed. Heh, I must look like you found me in the sewer.” -Sigh- Why did I say that? She didn’t actually say she wanted to stay the night, she was probably just teasing. Talk about jumping the gun.

“Don’t you dare get rid of these, I love the little frogs and you look so… um, I better go before Sam gets bored and comes back in. Come over to my place tonight after you’re done hanging out at the saloon, and bring those pajamas. I want to get to know that little frog better, heh! Yeah, that was a joke. Sort of. Not really. Okay, I’m done, one more kiss?” I bend down a little to give her a parting kiss, then she’s stepping out the door, leaving me feeling a little cold and empty. Trudging down the stairs, a smile tugs at the corners of my mouth. Tonight can’t come soon enough.

To be continued??

Shadows and Starlight (Perspectives 1)

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luckyroll3 · 3 days ago

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Quid Pro Quo: Chapter 1

Masterlist and Summary

Warnings: This work of fiction is intended for 18+ audiences only. Includes explicit sexual content, graphic language, some violence, etc. Author chooses to not extensively tag in order to preserve some elements of storytelling.

Word Count: 9,558

You sit at your usual table in the bustling student center, absentmindedly twirling a pen as you wait for your new tutee to arrive. You glance at your watch for the third time in as many minutes. You look back over to your floormates Jess and Sam sitting across from you.

"Did you hear about Sarah hooking up with Matt at the party on Friday?" Jess leans in conspiratorially, her voice a dramatic whisper. "Apparently they were all over each other on the dance floor."

Sam rolls her eyes good-naturedly. "Knowing Matt, he probably sweet-talked her with some cheesy pickup lines. That boy is shameless."

You chuckle at their antics, enjoying the lighthearted gossip session. Jess launches into another scandalous tale about someone called Josh from the Business School.

"I'm telling you, he's slept with half the cheerleading team already," Jess whispers conspiratorially, her eyes wide with gossip. "Lisa said he's got some special move that drives the girls wild."

You roll your eyes, suppressing a grin. "And I'm sure Lisa has firsthand experience, right?"

"Well, no, but—"

"Don't encourage her," Sam interjects with a knowing smirk. "You know how Jess loves to embellish."

The three of you dissolve into giggles, the easy banter a welcome distraction from your waiting. The person you were supposed to be tutoring was already 5 minutes late.

Suddenly, a smooth voice cuts through your laughter. "Excuse me, I'm looking for my tutor. Any chance you lovely ladies can point me in the right direction?”

You look up, the words dying on your lips as you take in the sight before you. Tousled bleached blonde hair frames a face that belongs on a magazine cover, complete with deep dimples, a broad nose, thick pink lips, and warm brown eyes that crinkle at the corners. The casual jeans and black hoodie hug his athletic frame in all the right places. You’ve seen him around campus and at parties – he’s kind of hard to miss – but you’ve never actually spoken to him before. He holds his phone out to you, and points at a name. Your name.

"That’s me," you say, clearing your throat. "I'm your tutor. You must be Chan?"

You notice Jess and Sam exchanging meaningful glances, eyebrows raised. They clearly recognize him too and must have gossip about him like they do about everyone. Interesting.

His eyebrows shoot up in surprise as he takes you in, a slow dimpled grin spreading across his face. He clearly had not envisioned someone who looked like you. "Wow, I wasn't expecting... I mean, you're not exactly what I pictured when they said, 'best math tutor on campus.'"

Funny how the men always seemed to be caught off guard. And you're never sure whether to be flattered or offended. "And what exactly did you picture?" You propped your fist up under your chin.

Chan's grin widens, revealing perfect white teeth. "Honestly? Some nerdy chick with thick glasses, a pocket protector, and maybe corrective shoes." He shrugs as he pulls the chair out and sits next to you. “And certainly not stylish.” His eyes take in your pink crop top and dark gray wide legged jeans that hugged your hips.

You can't help but laugh. "Sorry to disappoint. My pocket protector’s in the wash. I’ll be sure to have it with me next time if that makes you feel more comfortable." Chan smirks at your joke, his eyes never leaving yours. “This is Jess and Sam,” you say, pointing towards your friends.

“Hey Jess and Sam,” he says, flashing them his smile before turning back to you.

“Hi Chan. Uh, we should get going,” Sam says hastily. “We were just keeping her company while she waited…” She and Jess hurriedly gather their things.

“Have fun studying,” Jess calls over her shoulder as they scurry off, leaving you alone with the blonde bombshell.

You watch your friends as they walk away, whispering between the two of them as they continue to glance back at Chan. Turning back to him, you clear your throat. "So, shall we get started?"

Chan's cocky demeanor falters slightly as he lets out a frustrated sigh. "I have to admit, I’m really struggling in differential equations. I kind of bombed my first exam. Like, spectacularly. I’ve never failed anything before. I’ve never even gotten below an A- in any of my courses! My professor suggested I get some extra help."

You nod understandingly. "That's why I'm here," you reassure him. “Let me give you a quick rundown of how I tutor and my rates, then we can dive in."

For the next hour, you pour over Chan's exam, dissecting each problem he got wrong. Your passion for the subject shines through as you enthusiastically explain the underlying concepts, using real-world examples to make the material come alive.

To your pleasant surprise, Chan listens attentively, absorbing your words. As Chan explains his frustrations with the material, you find yourself impressed by his intelligence despite this particular academic setback. He asks thoughtful questions, determined to grasp the ideas fully. His brow furrows adorably as he works through a particularly tricky concept. He seems to genuinely care about improving his understanding. Plus, the intense focus in his captivating brown eyes is rather attractive.

"Okay, let's break this down step by step," you say, leaning in closer to guide him through one of the problems. The subtle scent of his cologne teases your senses, and you silently chastise yourself for noticing.

Over the next hour, you lose yourself in the elegant dance of numbers and variables, your voice growing more animated as you explain the intricacies of differential equations. Chan proves to be an attentive student, his initial bravado melting away to reveal genuine curiosity and a quick mind.

But your session is interrupted several times. A perky brunette approaches your table, her eyes fixed on your tutee. "Hey Chan," she coos, twirling a strand of hair around her finger. "I didn't know you studied here."

Chan's demeanor shifts instantly, his smile widening as he leans back in his chair. "Only when I have a beautiful tutor," he says with a wink in your direction.

You roll your eyes, but can't help the small smile that tugs at your lips. "Flattery will get you nowhere, especially not in differential equations, sir," you quip as you tap your pencil on his textbook, earning a laugh from Chan.

Twenty minutes later, two more girls stop by, batting their eyelashes at him. You observe with amusement as he effortlessly juggles their attention, his charm cranked up to a thousand.

"Ladies, ladies," he says after a few minutes, "As much as I’d love to continue our chat, I'm in the middle of a very important tutoring session."

You snort. "Oh, now it's important?"

Chan grins at you, his eyes twinkling. "Always has been. How else will I impress you with my mathematical prowess?"

As the girls reluctantly drift away, you can't help but admire Chan's ability to navigate social situations with such ease. It's like watching a performance, and despite yourself, you're entertained.

"Wow," he says as he finishes working through a complex problem at the end of the session. "You really know your stuff. I think I actually understand some of this now."

You flash Chan a warm smile as you gather up your notes. "That's great! I'm glad I could help. If we keep meeting regularly and you keep putting in the same effort you showed today, we'll have you acing these exams in no time."

Chan leans back in his chair, giving you a smoldering look. "With a tutor as brilliant and stunning as you, how could I not be motivated to give it my all?"

He winks flirtatiously and you can't help but chuckle. Throughout the session, you noticed how Chan turned on the charm anytime a cute girl walked by your table, making them blush and giggle. But you see right through his player persona.

"You should save your cheesy pick-up lines for the girls over there eyeing you," you tease, nodding your head towards a group of freshmen near the cafe counter who keep glancing your way and whispering. "I don't mix business with pleasure."

"Pity," Chan sighs dramatically, placing a hand over his heart. "And here I thought my devilish good looks and witty remarks were winning you over."

"Keep dreaming, Casanova."

“Unlike Casanova, I’m 100% clean. I get tested monthly,” he says, cocking his head to the side with a sly smirk. “Hey! Did you call my pick-up lines ‘cheesy’??” he asks, in mock offense, followed by a smile. “That’s certainly a first.”

“Yup!” You roll your eyes playfully as you slide the textbook back into your bag. "I will say, when you weren’t distracted by ass and tits, you were a very attentive student today. Here’s what you owe me.” You hand him the invoice.

Chan's eyebrows raise as he examines the total. “Ouch,” he says, but he pulls out his wallet without complaint. "But I'd say you're worth every penny... and more," he adds suggestively.

You simply shake your head in amusement as you accept his payment, immune to his flirtations after years of dealing with cocky jocks, handsy frat brothers, and other self-assured fuck boys who became humbled when they needed your help to pass math and physics. Still, you have to admit there's something magnetic about Chan's presence, a spark of intelligence and humor beneath that bad boy exterior that intrigues you. And damn, he is cute. The problem is he knows it.

"Seriously though, thanks for being so patient with me. Same time next week?" he asks, flashing that dimpled smile that you're sure has broken countless hearts.

Shouldering your backpack, you give him one last appraising look. "Yup. Don't forget to do the practice problems I assigned."

"As you wish." He grins roguishly. "I await our next meeting with bated breath."

You laugh again, before turning and walking away, very aware of Chan's eyes following your every step. This is going to be an interesting semester, you think to yourself as you head to your next class.

Later that evening, you're sprawled on your bed in your dorm room. Jess sits in your desk chair and Sam is on the floor eating chips. The two of them rehash the day’s events. The conversation soon turns to your new tutee.

“I can’t believe you’re tutoring THE Bang Chan,” Jess says incredulously, pausing in the middle of painting her toenails a vivid red.

“Do they really call him that? Bang Chan?” you ask curiously. You know his full name is Chan Bahng.

Sam jumps in. “Yes, Bang Chan. As in the notorious fuck boy who’s probably slept with two-thirds of the girls on campus.

The room erupts into giggles and excited chatter. "Oh honey," Jess says with a grin. "Everyone knows Bang Chan. He's only the biggest player on campus!"

Your eyebrows shoot up. "Really? I mean, I noticed he was flirty, but—"

"Flirty?" Sam snorts as she sets down her bag of Ruffles, leaning forward with a conspiratorial grin. "Girl, you have no idea. That boy is trouble, with a capital T. Fuck, all the letters are screaming at you! He’s broken more hearts than I've had hot dinners. They call him the 'One Night Stand King'. He never hooks up with someone more than once."

“You would know this if you didn’t spend all your time in the physics building or with your boyfriend at the Phi Theta Nu house,” Jess says as she points the nail polish brush in your direction.

“That’s why I hang out with you bitches! So you can catch me up on all the campus drama and gossip I miss.” Jess and Sam laugh at you.

As your friends launch into increasingly outrageous stories about Chan's exploits, you feel a strange mix of fascination and disbelief. Could the attentive student you tutored really be the same person they're describing?

“I heard he slept with three of the sorors from KEK in one week, and not one of them knew about the others!” Sam continues. “And they all lived on the same floor!"

"Oh, and get this," Jess leans in, her voice dropping to a whisper as if the three of you weren’t alone. "I heard from my friend who fucked him freshman year that he's absolutely mind-blowing in bed. Like, earth-shattering good." She tightens the cap on the nail polish bottle and sets it on the desk.

Sam nodded her head vigorously as she popped another chip into her mouth. “I’ve heard that too. That he works hard to get each girl off. That’s a miracle in and of itself, given how awful and selfish most of these guys are when it comes to our pleasure.”

"That part! And apparently, he has a magical tongue, if you know what I mean," Jess adds with a salacious wink.

The three of you devolve into loud laughter. You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t noticed Chan’s devilish smile and the sinful way he bit his plush lower lip. You're about to ask for more details when a knock at the door interrupts the gossip session. The scent of yummy food wafts in as your boyfriend Changbin enters, bags of takeout in hand. His handsome face breaks into a sweet smile at the sight of you.

"Hey babe," he greets, pecking you on the lips before holding up the food. "I brought dinner.” Changbin's eyes sweep over the room, taking in your friends and the remnants of your gossip session. “I didn’t realize you two would still be here, but there’s enough for everyone," he offers.

“Best boyfriend ever,” you declare as you move to help him with the food.

"Mind if I join the party?"

Your friends eagerly accept, and soon you're all sprawled across the floor, plates balanced on laps as the conversation flows. The aroma of spicy chicken and savory noodles fills the air, mingling with laughter and playful banter.

After a few minutes of catching up, Changbin raises an eyebrow. "So, what were you all talking about before I got here? I could hear you laughing down the hall!"

Sam giggles, swallowing a mouthful of food. "Oh, we were just filling her in on Bang Chan's reputation."

Changbin's expression shifts, a flicker of recognition in his eyes. "Chan? I know him. We play soccer together sometimes in the pickup games on Saturdays."

You lean in, curious. "Really? What do you think of him?"

Changbin shrugs, his muscular shoulders rolling beneath his fitted shirt. "He's actually a pretty nice guy. Killer on the field, but always fair. I’ve also heard from a couple of my frat bothers who are also engineering majors that he’s really fucking smart. Why? What have you ladies heard?" Changbin turns his attention to Sam and Jess, fully aware of their gossip queen reputations.

As your friends launch into a recap of Chan's notorious exploits, you find yourself torn between their salacious stories and your own experience. "He was my tutoring student today," you interject. "And yeah, he was flirty, but he was also polite and seemed genuinely interested in learning. I could tell he was also very intelligent."

Changbin nods, a thoughtful look on his face. "That tracks. He's got quite the reputation, but I've never seen him be disrespectful or mean. Just... very popular with the ladies." He ticks his head to the side and smirks before shoving a forkful of noodles into his mouth.

“Does it make him a bad guy that he likes fucking around?” you ask sincerely. “He’s apparently single; from what you all have shared he offers nothing more than sex, then moves on. As long as he’s not tricking or forcing anyone, I don’t get why it’s a big deal.”

“True, true,” Sam agrees.

Jess doesn’t look too sure. “It’s probably more about the volume and that he also fucks friends,” she adds after thinking about your comment for a few seconds.

Changbin doesn’t really care and just continues eating, grabbing an eggroll from your plate with a cute smirk. You make a face at him. “What,” he says after taking a bite. “You know you’re not gonna eat it.”

As the conversation shifts to other topics, you can't help but ponder the complexities of Chan's character. Your mind wanders, comparing him to Changbin, wondering about the different types of men and relationships that exist in this world, especially considering the whirlwind of rumors surrounding Chan. You push the thoughts aside, focusing on the moment at hand, but a small part of you remains curious about the enigma that is the ‘Bang Chan’.

Later, after your friends have left and your dorm room is quiet once more, you and Changbin settle onto your bed. His strong arms encircle you, pulling you close as you cuddle together. Having a single this semester means that the two of you get to spend a lot more alone time together. The familiar scent of his cologne envelops you, comforting and enticing all at once. You rest your head on his sturdy chest as his fingers trail gentle patterns along your back.

"Can you believe it's almost our one-year anniversary?" Changbin muses, his deep voice vibrating beneath your cheek. "Time flies when you're with someone as amazing as you."

You tilt your head up to meet his warm gaze, your heart fluttering at the open affection shining in his eyes. "I feel the same way. Being with you has been the best part of this whole college experience."

Changbin's hand comes up to tenderly brush a stray lock of hair behind your ear. "I want to make our anniversary special, baby. Is there anything in particular you want to do to celebrate?"

Nibbling your lower lip, you contemplate his question. In truth, all you really want is to spend uninterrupted quality time with the man you’ve been falling for over the past 10 months. No distractions, no studying, no gossip about cocky fuck boys with sinful smirks...

Just you and Changbin, savoring each other's presence, and maybe… something more.

You snuggle closer, relishing the feel of him. "Just spending time with you is enough," you reply softly. “I don’t need anything fancy. I just honestly want to disconnect from everything and everyone but you.”

Changbin's pink lips curve into a soft smile. "That sounds perfect.”

He leans in, capturing your mouth in a tender kiss. Your eyes flutter shut as you melt into him, relishing the gentle pressure of his lips on yours. It's chaste and sweet, just like most of the kisses you've shared over the past year.

And yet...

A tiny, secret part of you can't help but yearn for more. To feel the heat of desire, the intensity of passion, the urgency of wandering hands and fervent kisses. Your thoughts stray to the erotic stories your friends shared earlier, of Chan's alleged prowess in the bedroom....

Mentally chastising yourself, you force those illicit musings away, focusing instead on the warm solidity of your boyfriend's frame against yours. Changbin is perfect – caring, respectful, patient. He deserves your full attention and devotion.

As his fingers continue to trace lazy patterns along your spine, a shiver runs through you. You can't help but wonder if Changbin wants more from your relationship. Over the past year, your physical intimacy has been limited to these chaste kisses and some gentle petting, and you're acutely aware of how accommodating he's been to your general lack of interest in intimacy, despite having sex with his previous partners. A perfect gentleman.

Gathering your courage, you tilt your head back up to meet his gaze again. "Binnie... do you want more from our relationship?"

His dark eyes soften as he looks at you, a mix of tenderness and desire in their depths. "I only want what you want," he says sincerely. "My priority is making sure you're happy and feel safe. We can take things at whatever pace you're comfortable with. There’s no need to rush anything."

“Okay,” you whisper.

His words fill you with a comforting warmth, like slipping into a hot bath on a cold night. In that moment, you make a decision, one that feels both monumental and inevitable. Silently, you promise yourself that for your anniversary in two months, you'll take things to the next level with Changbin. He deserves it, and if you're honest with yourself, you want it, or rather him, too. You want his touch, his closeness, the deeper connection that comes with truly giving yourselves to one another emotionally and physically.

No more holding back, you tell yourself. You have just over two months to prepare, to get comfortable with the idea. As a sign of this new commitment to yourself and your relationship, you gently slide Changbin’s hands from your lower back to your ass. The movement is slow and deliberate. “That’s better,” you whisper. Your breath catches in your throat as you wait for his reaction.

Changbin lets out a low, appreciative chuckle, the sound vibrating through his chest and into your body. He squeezes gently, testing the waters, and you feel a spark of arousal shoot through you. His lips find your neck, and he begins to pepper it with light, teasing kisses, each one sending a tingling wave of sensation down your spine.

You close your eyes, savoring the moment, the feel of his strong hands and warm lips. This is what you want. To be closer to him, to experience the physical side of your feelings for him. As you lay there in his arms, your mind drifts to thoughts of what that next level might entail. You try to imagine what it will be like when you finally cross that line: the heat of his skin against yours, the weight of his body, the mingling of your breaths. It’s a tantalizing thought, and a mix of excitement and nervousness flutters in your stomach.

****

The library hums with quiet activity as you settle into a table towards the back. You’re looking forward to seeing Chan again. Despite his reputation, you enjoyed talking to Chan, and he was a fun and attentive student last time. Maybe there’s more to him than meets the eye.

Speaking of the “fuck boy” in question, you see Chan approaching, his blonde hair slightly tousled and a grin playing on his lips as he struts towards the table like he owns the place. Which, let’s be honest, he might as well. Every woman in the building, young and old, cast him longing glances as he passes by, but his eyes are only on you.

“Hey tutor,” he drawls, flashing that alluring grin, “ready to help a desperate man?” As he slides into the seat across from you, you catch a whiff of his cologne – a subtle, woodsy scent that's oddly enticing. “Oh, and before you say it, I know I’m irresistible. I just can’t help it.”

"Hello, Chan," you say, feigning exasperation, but you can't help the little upturn of your lips. "I'll help you, but only if you promise to behave yourself."

"Scout's honor," he says, holding three fingers up playfully.

"Heh, good. Ready to tackle some more concepts?"

Chan's eyes light up with a mix of enthusiasm and mischief. "Absolutely. I've been practicing, you know. Might even impress you today."

You raise an eyebrow playfully. "Oh really? Let's see what you've got, blondie."

As you dive into the session, you're pleasantly surprised by Chan's progress. He's quick to grasp concepts that stumped him before, and you find yourself laughing at his clever quips between problem sets.

The next two hours fly by in a flurry of notes, examples, and Chan's near-constant, yet surprisingly endearing, banter. He's actually put in the effort and it’s clear he’s been studying.

"See? Told you I'd impress you," he says with a wink as you wrap up.

You roll your eyes but can't suppress a grin. "Alright, alright. Don't let it go to your head."

As Chan reaches for his wallet, his expression shifts, turning serious for once. "Hey, um... about the payment," he starts, his usual confidence faltering, a flicker of discomfort crossing his features. He hands over the bills in his hand. "I hate to ask this, but... is there any chance I could get a discount?” An uncharacteristic blush creeps up his cheeks.

"Chan, if you can't pay today, it's fine," you assure him, offering the cash back. "We can work something out; you can get it to me next week. We also don’t have to do two hours every time."

He shakes his head. “No, that’s yours. You earned it.” He meets your gaze. “I… I can’t pay for any more sessions at this rate after our next session.” Chan runs a hand through his hair, clearly embarrassed. "Yeah, it's just... I'm here on scholarship, you know? Most of what I make from my campus job goes back home to help my family. I totally get it if you can't give me a discount, though."

His admission catches you off guard; you’re surprised by this sudden vulnerability. So, the infamous "fuck boy" may have a heart after all.

As he speaks, you notice how he's trying to maintain his cocky demeanor, but there's a genuine worry in his eyes that tugs at your heart. Suddenly, an idea strikes you – one that makes your pulse quicken with both nervousness and excitement.

"Actually," you begin, your voice lowering conspiratorially, "I might have a proposition for you." You pause, thinking about the best way to phrase your question. "But first, I have to ask... what's the deal with your reputation as the campus 'fuck boy'? I heard they call you ‘Bang Chan’?"

Chan's eyebrows shoot up, clearly not expecting this turn in the conversation. Then he lets out a laugh, his dimples deepening. "Wow, straight to the point, huh? I like that." He leans back in his chair, a glint in his eye. "Well, I won't deny it. The rumors are true. I am, for lack of a better term, a fuck boy.”

"And you're okay with that label?" you press, genuinely curious.

He shrugs, still smiling. "Look, I don't think there's anything wrong with it as long as I'm upfront about my intentions. No false promises, no declarations of relationships or love, no repeat customers, no broken hearts – just fun between consenting adults. I’ve never seen the point in stringing women along or pursuing those who aren’t interested when there are so many who are willing to hook up with no attachments if you just come right out and ask."

As he speaks, you feel a mix of admiration for his honesty and a flutter of anticipation in your stomach.

“I like how practical you are about it. And you’re right. Despite what society tries to tell us, women’s sexual drives are just as high, if not higher than most men’s.” He nods in agreement, clearly impressed with your non judgemental take. You take a deep breath, preparing to make your unconventional offer. You lean in towards him. “How about we… negotiate?”

His interest piqued, Chan leans in too. "I'm listening."

You lower your voice. "Okay, here's my proposition. I'll waive your tutoring fees for the rest of the semester if..." You pause, your heart racing. "If you agree to teach me about… intimacy."

Chan's eyes widen, his usual cocky demeanor faltering for a moment. "Wait, what?" He searches your face, as if trying to determine if you're joking. You’ve shocked him for the second time in less than 5 minutes.

"Well, here's the thing," you say, biting your lower lip. "I need to... gain some... experience."

Realization dawns on Chan's face, and a sly grin spreads across his lips. “Really?!? Not sure what I was expecting, but it definitely wasn’t that!”

"I'm serious," you say, surprised by how taken aback he seems by your request. "I want to take things to the next level with my boyfriend, but I have zero experience. Who better to learn from than the campus expert?"

Silence settles between the two of you. Chan runs a hand through his tousled blonde hair, his expression a mix of surprise and interest. He leans back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest. "This is... unexpected," he says finally. "But I’m intrigued. Give me a minute to think about this."

As he considers, you find yourself holding your breath. You anxiously twirl your pencil as your mind races with thoughts of Changbin, of your upcoming anniversary, of the potential benefits and consequences of this deal. You turn your focus back out externally to notice Chan's eyes roaming over your body. He just smirks when you catch him.

After what feels like an eternity, Chan leans forward, his brown eyes locking with yours. "Alright, I'm in. But we need to set some strict terms."

You nod eagerly. "Of course. What did you have in mind?"

"First," he begins, his tone suddenly businesslike, "this is purely transactional. No catching feelings, no strings attached. I’m assuming you’re a virgin?”

“Yes,” you say, unashamed. “Will that be a problem?”

He sighs. “I usually don’t fuck virgins because they tend to get…”

“Clingy?” You finish for him.

“Yes. They tend to get clingy. If either of us starts developing feelings, we end it immediately. Agreed?" And by ‘either of us’, you assume he means you and your clingy virginity.

"Agreed," you say without hesitation. "I have no interest in complicating things. This is just about learning. No clinginess, no drama. It’s simply not my style. I’m coming at this from a completely practical perspective. Just mutual… assistance."

Chan nods approvingly. "Good. So, in exchange for diff eq tutoring, I'll teach you about sex – from kissing to... well, everything I guess." He smirks, his confidence returning. "That means we’ll spend time alone together, and we’ll have to touch and other things, building our way up to fucking, if that works for you."

You feel a blush creeping up your neck, but you maintain eye contact, determined to convince him that it’s not a big deal. Because it’s not in your mind. Simply a quid pro quo – your services for his. You talk about sex all the time; you’re just not having it and it’s finally time to rectify that. "Understood. You get what you need from me to pass your class and I get what I need from you to confidently seduce my boyfriend. Shake on it?"

Chan extends his hand, and you take it, feeling a small thrill at the contact. "Deal," he says, his signature charming smile returning. "Now, let's figure out our schedules. One diff eq session and one... ‘intimacy’ session per week?" You nod.

As you pull out your phone to compare calendars, you can't help but wonder what you've just gotten yourself into. But the thought of surprising Changbin on your anniversary pushes any doubts aside.

****

The following week, you meet Chan at the house he shares with 3 other guys to continue your tutoring.

You stand on the porch, your heart racing with a mix of anticipation and nervousness. You take a deep breath to steady yourself before knocking on the door.

Chan answers almost immediately. The door swings open, revealing him in a fitted black t-shirt and jeans that hug his muscular thighs. His blonde hair is slightly damp, as if he just showered. The scent of his soap, a minty eucalyptus smell, washes over you.

"Hey tutor," he greets with that signature dimpled grin. "Come on in."

You follow him inside, taking in the typical college guy decor – mismatched furniture, video game systems, posters. But you can’t help but notice how tidy the place is; everything is surprisingly clean and organized. It’s the opposite of what you’d expect in a place where 4 college-aged boys live.

“Who’s your housekeeper,” you ask.

"Impressed?" Chan asks, noticing your wandering gaze. "It’s me. My roommates are fucking slobs, but I think after a year, I’m finally rubbing off on them," Chan explains as he leads you to the kitchen.

“I wouldn’t have taken you for a Mr. Clean.”

“There were no housekeepers in my neighborhood. We all had to chip in at my house.”

“Same in mine,” you say as you take a seat at the kitchen table. “My friends all had housekeepers, but my parents didn’t believe in that shit. They both grew up poor and didn’t want my brother and me to think that having money meant other people did basic stuff for us. We washed dishes, we did our own laundry, we did lawn maintenance…”

“Damn, even we didn’t have to mow the lawn!” Chan laughed. “But that’s cool of your parents to keep you guys humble.”

The two of you dive into the session, reviewing his notes from this week. You're pleasantly surprised by how quickly Chan grasps the new concepts you introduce. His face scrunches adorably in concentration as he tackles each question, only occasionally glancing up to catch your approving nods.

After returning from the bathroom, you lean over Chan's shoulder, pointing out an error in his calculations. "See here? You forgot to apply the chain rule."

Chan's brow furrows as he studies the problem. "Ah, I see it now, shit! Thanks.”

As you explain the correct approach, you're acutely aware of his proximity. You retake your seat and continue to watch him erase and scribble as he works out the problem.

"You've really been practicing," you comment, unable to keep the surprise from your voice.

Chan looks up, a hint of pride in his eyes. "Well, I've got a pretty great tutor motivating me," he says with a wink.

You roll your eyes playfully. "I told you, flattery will get you nowhere, mister."

"Oh really?" Chan leans in closer, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. "Because it usually gets me everywhere." He smirks.

"Alright, alright.” You flip a few pages in the textbook. “Try this next one on your own," you say, sliding the textbook towards him and pointing out a particularly tricky problem.

As Chan works through the equation, you can't help but notice the way his t-shirt stretches across his broad shoulders, or how his tongue darts out to wet his lips when he’s in deep concentration.

"Okay, I think I've got it," Chan says triumphantly after solving it. He looks up at you, his brown eyes sparkling, as he slides his notebook in front of you. You review it, nodding.

“Nice work.”

“You’re impressed?” He leans back, placing his hands behind his head and quickly arching his eyebrows several times.

You can't help but smile. "I am. You've clearly been putting in the work." You hand him back his notebook and close the textbook. “Let’s call it.”

As you wrap up the math portion of your meeting, a nervous energy settles between you. Chan clears his throat, his cocky demeanor faltering slightly.

"So... I guess it's time for your lesson now?" he asks, his voice lower than usual.

You nod, your heart rate picking up. "I guess so."

Chan stands, looking at his watch. "Let's move somewhere more comfortable. Plus, I think a couple of my roommates will be home soon."

He leads you to his bedroom and motions for you to place your things on his desk.

You stand awkwardly, your heart pounding. Chan leans against the wall, his brown eyes studying you intently.

"Don't look so nervous. I don’t bite... unless you ask me to.” His lips curve into a mischievous smile, causing you to shake your head at his ridiculousness. “We'll start slow." He walks over to stand directly in front of you. "So," he says, breaking the tension. "Show me how you usually kiss. Don't overthink it."

You take a deep breath and step closer, Chan's scent filling your senses. You place your hands on his shoulders and press your lips against his, holding them there for a few seconds before pulling away.

Chan's dimples appear as he smiles warmly. "That was... gentle. Sweet, even. But let's work on technique."

You feel your cheeks burn. "That bad, huh?"

He chuckles. "Not bad, just inexperienced. Here, let me show you."

Chan cups your face with one hand, his thumb grazing your cheek. "First, create anticipation," he murmurs. His eyes flick to your lips, then back to your eyes. You find yourself holding your breath. “Start exactly how you did before, soft and gentle, but then let it develop into something deeper by opening your mouth slightly, using your tongue to slightly tease, and when they part their mouth in response, slip your tongue in and massage theirs. Like this.”

As his lips meet yours, they are soft and gentle, yet determined. He moves slowly, deliberately, guiding your mouth to part slightly and tilting your head for a better angle. Your body instinctively leans into him, craving more. You feel the gentle probing of his tongue against your lips, and you respond by eagerly accepting it. His tongue explores every nook and cranny of your mouth, and you press yours back against his.

Changbin has kissed you like this before, but never for long. He never wants to seem like he’s pressuring you to do anything. But the way Chan is kissing you is so sensual, yet intense, you actually feel like your knees might buckle. You can see why all the girls on campus are so taken by him.

After a moment, he pulls back. "See the difference?"

You nod with your eyes closed, a bit dazed. "Definitely." He laughs at your response.

"Now you try," Chan instructs. "Remember, it's about connection, not just pressing lips together."

As you lean in again, you think, I can do this. It's just practice, like math. But when your lips meet his this time, it feels anything but clinical. You replicate what he just showed you. At the same time, you feel him clasp your hands, which are hanging lifelessly at your sides, and bring them behind his neck. You interlace your fingers in the new position. After a few moments, you pull your lips away.

“Good. And remember to touch him. Rub his back, grab his ass, and if your hands are around his neck like they are now, run your fingers through the hair at the nape.”

You slip your fingers up into his hair, toying with the curls forming at the back of his neck. “Like this?”

“Just like that,” he whispers with a smile. “Now the functionality of this shifts with the position.” He retakes your hands in his and leads you to the bed. He sits and motions for you to get on him. His hands settle on your hips. “If you’re straddling your partner, it’s similar to standing. Wrap your arms and legs around me and go again.”

You bring your lips back to his. The kiss quickly deepens, and you sigh lightly when you feel Chan’s hands slide to your lower back, continuing on to your ass. Chan smiles against your lips at your reaction, which causes you to laugh and break the kiss.

“Sorry,” you chuckle. “You just caught me off guard.”

“That’s okay. Just get comfortable with it.” He squeezes your ass playfully. “Your boyfriend doesn’t grab your ass? It’s a great ass.”

“He’s pretty respectful. If I told him to grab it, he would.” You lazily twirl your thumbs on the back of his neck.

“Keep doing that. That feels good.” He leans back in to continue the kiss. After a few minutes he leans back on the bed, pulling you on top of him. “Don’t stop,” he whispers against your lips. And you don’t. He eventually rolls so that you’re both on your sides, facing each other. “You’re a quick learner,” he says when he finally allows you to come up for air.

"Well, I've got a pretty great tutor motivating me," you smirk with a wink, mimicking his comment from earlier.

“Ha! Well, you do! I am the best.” He readjusts both of you, pulling your body closer to his, and repositioning your top leg over his hip. “Now when you’re lying down, kissing can get uncomfortable. But if both of you are into it, it shouldn’t matter. And rolling around usually helps. Got it?”

“Got it.” You don’t wait for him to tell you to try again, you just dive in. His positive feedback has helped you grow your confidence in a short period of time, and you’ve surprised yourself by how comfortable you feel making out with him, when you’ve never really done it with anyone before.

****

That weekend, you and Changbin sit in his car after a tasty dinner at your favorite Italian bistro. The restaurant's neon sign casts a soft glow through the windshield, illuminating Changbin's face as he leans toward you. His eyes, warm and inviting, flick down to your lips before meeting your gaze again. Your heart races with anticipation.

"I had a great time tonight," Changbin says softly, his hand reaching for yours.

You smile, gathering your courage. "Me too."

As he leans in for what he expects to be his usual gentle peck, you surprise him by cupping his face with both hands. You hold him in place, tilting your head slightly as you deepen the kiss. Your tongue traces his lower lip before easing into his mouth.

Changbin makes a small sound of surprise, then leans into the kiss, his hand moving to the back of your neck. The console between you digs into your ribs, but you barely notice, lost in the sensation of his lips moving against yours.

When you finally pull away, both slightly breathless, Changbin's eyes are wide with pleasant surprise. "Wow," he breathes. "That was... unexpected. But amazing."

You can't help but grin, a mixture of pride and excitement coursing through you. "I've been practicing," you admit, then quickly add, "In my head, I mean. Imagining. And watching porn." You grin.

Changbin chuckles, his thumb caressing your cheek. "Well, your imagination is impressive. What else have you been imagining?" And after a beat he adds, “and what kind of porn???”

“Don’t you worry about that!” you laugh. “I don’t ask you about your porn, you don’t ask me about mine.”

“Deal!” he says with a chuckle. “Cause some of my porn is pretty cringey!”

As he starts the car, you ask softy, "Hey, Changbin? Can you stay over tonight?"

He glances at you, his expression a mix of excitement and concern. "Are you sure? I thought you had to study."

"I'm sure," you nod, your heart pounding. "I can study tomorrow."

Changbin happily agrees, his face breaking into a wide grin. He’s slept over before, but usually, the two of you only cuddle. You want to do more tonight.

After washing your face and changing into your PJs, you climb into bed with Changbin. He’s in his undershirt and boxers, his muscular arms and legs on display. He cuddles you like he’s done many times before. "So, what do you want to do?" he asks, his voice low and husky.

You take a deep breath. "I want... I want more," you say hesitantly.

Changbin raises an eyebrow in surprise. "What kind of ‘more’?"

You blush, feeling suddenly shy about voicing your desires out loud. "I want... to... make out with you," you say in a small voice.

"Okay then," Changbin whispers before leaning in to kiss you again.

This kiss is deeper than the one in the car, filled with unspoken promises and longing. His hands roam over your back as yours tangle in his hair, drawing him closer. His hands wander slowly down your back. You gently guide one of his hands to your ass and encourage him to squeeze, like you did the week prior. He’s hesitant at first, but then he grabs two handfuls of flesh, making you yelp.

“Sorry,” he whispers against your lips.

“It’s okay. I liked it,” you whisper back with a smile before you playfully nip at his lip. He laughs and resumes kissing you. One of his hands moves to cup your breast through your shirt, making you moan into his mouth. It feels so good. You pull him on top of you, and the two of you spend a few hours making out heavily.

As you wake the next morning, your lips throb and tingle delightfully from last night's passionate kissing. You're surprised by how much you enjoy the slight discomfort, not realizing that your lips could get sore. But it makes sense, you rationalize in your head, since there must be muscles there that help them to move and pucker.

While you eat lunch, you can't stop smiling at the memory of Changbin's happy face as he left your dorm room. His gentle kiss goodbye still lingers on your lips and in your heart. If this is what you’ve been missing out on with him, you can’t wait to explore more.

****

You can barely contain your excitement as you settle into your usual table in the student center for your next session with Chan. As soon as he arrives, flashing that signature dimpled smile, you blurt out, "It worked!"

Chan's eyebrows shoot up as he slides into the seat across from you. "Someone's in a good mood," he teases. "What worked?"

"The kissing techniques," you whisper, leaning in conspiratorially. "Let's just say my boyfriend was very impressed."

Chan's laugh is warm and genuine. "Look at you, becoming a master seductress already." He winks, then adds, "I did pretty well too. Aced my last quiz."

"That's fantastic!" You hold up your hand for a high five, which he enthusiastically returns.

As Chan starts on his homework, you can't help but notice biting his lower lip again when he's thinking hard. It's... distractingly cute.

The rest of the session flies by, the two of you falling into your easy rhythm of banter and problem-solving.

"So," Chan says, as you're both packing up. "Ready for your next lesson?" His voice drops an octave.

You nod, trying not to appear too excited. "Where to, professor?"

Chan grins at the nickname. "Um… let’s go to the Sandbar. It’s still early, so it will be pretty quiet before happy hour starts. Perfect for... practical demonstrations. Plus, my roommate is the bartender, and he’ll hook us up."

At the bar, Chan introduces you to one of his roommates, Minho, who drops off a pitcher of beer and two chilled pint glasses to your booth tucked away in a dimly lit corner towards the back.

As Minho walks back to the bar, Chan moves to your side of the booth and leans in close. "Foreplay," he murmurs, his breath tickling your ear, "is all about building anticipation. It starts long before you hit the bedroom. It's in the way you look at your partner, the casual touches."

"Show me," you whisper.

"The key," he whispers in your ear, his voice a sensual purr, "is taking your time.” Chan's fingers trail lightly along your arm, barely touching. "It's also about suggestion," he explains. "Hinting at what's to come." His hand moves to your neck, fingertips grazing your skin. "Teasing them until they're aching for your touch. How does that feel?"

"Tingly," you admit, your voice slightly breathless. "Like little electric shocks."

He nods approvingly. “Explore every inch of your partner's body, paying special attention to their erogenous zones. Graze, nuzzle, kiss."

His skilled fingers move to your lips, brushing lightly against them before trailing down your chin to your sternum. Your breath catches as his hand grazes the exposed skin of your cleavage, followed by his thumb circling your sensitive nipple through the fabric of your tank top, which immediately hardens by arousal.

He smiles approvingly. "Moans are your best friend," he huskily informs you, his lips grazing your earlobe. "They let your partner know what you like."

As if on cue, a low moan escapes your lips when he pinches your nipple, spurring him on. His mouth follows his hand’s path, leaving a trail of feather-light kisses down your neck, over your sternum, and onto your cleavage, making your knees weak and pulling more sounds from you.

"See?" he murmurs against your skin, satisfaction lacing his voice. "Communication is key."

With that, he claims your lips in a searing kiss, his tongue invading your mouth. His hands slip beneath your tank top, his fingers teasingly brushing against the heated skin of your belly, sending sparks of pleasure straight to your core.

Over the next hour, Chan walks you through the finer points of foreplay – the art of the tease, the power of anticipation, the importance of paying attention to your partner's responses. He demonstrates each technique with a clinical detachment, but there's no denying the heat that simmers between you, the way your body responds to even his most innocent touches.

"Now, your turn. Show me what you've learned."

Emboldened by the beer coursing through your system and the heady rush of new knowledge, you slide closer to him. Taking a deep breath, you extend your hand towards him, feeling the heat emanating from his skin, letting your fingers dance along his forearm and trace his defined muscles. You lean in, nuzzling slightly against his neck, your lips barely brushing his skin as you whisper, "Like this?"

You feel rather than hear Chan's sharp intake of breath. His voice comes out husky when he responds, "Exactly like that." A small smile tugs at the corners of your mouth as you hear the approval in his tone.

You pepper a few soft kisses on his neck as your hands tickle the skin around the waistband of his jeans, causing him to sigh. "Fuuuck.” His head falls back against the seat. “You catch on quickly."

“Thanks,” you say giddily. As you pull back, you catch a glimpse of something in Chan's eyes – a flash of heat, quickly masked. It makes your heart race, and you wonder if you're getting in over your head.

The moment passes, and Chan rotates his head lazily to stare at you while he leans back in the seat, his signature dimpled smile returning. "Not bad for a beginner," he teases, raising his glass in a mock toast.

You laugh, feeling the tension dissipate as you clink your glass against his.

As the weekday happy hour crowd starts to arrive, your conversation drifts away from the intimate lesson and into more casual territory. You find yourself genuinely enjoying Chan's company, surprised by how easy it is to talk to him. As you talk and laugh together, you’re also surprised at how much you’re opening up to him.

"So, what made you decide to go into mechanical engineering?" you ask, sipping your drink. "Was it always your dream?"

Chan shrugs, his fingers tracing idle patterns on the tabletop. "Not exactly. My parents always pushed me to excel academically, I've always been good at math and science, and I like to build things. Engineering just seemed like the logical choice."

"But is it what you want?"

He's quiet for a moment, considering. "I don't know," he admits finally. "I mean, I'm good at it and I’m interested in designing roller coasters. But sometimes I wonder if there's more out there for me, you know?"

You nod, understanding completely. "I feel the same way about my major sometimes. Like I'm just going through the motions, doing what's expected of me."

"Exactly." Chan's eyes meet yours, a spark of connection passing between you. "It's like, is this all there is? Studying and working and just... existing?"

"Right. There has to be more to life than that," you agree. "Yeah, I want to work for NASA, but I also want to travel, to experience new things… to fall in love." The words slip out before you can stop them, hanging in the air between you.

Chan's gaze softens a bit. “NASA huh?” He smiles and you’re appreciative of him ignoring your last comment.

“You want to make roller coasters, I want to study black holes.”

“That’s pretty fucking cool! I’ve also thought about building rockets and spaceships, but it felt too far-fetched.”

“Not at all. Tons of mechanical engineers are hired by NASA. But only if they pass Diff Eq,” you tease with a smirk.

“Ha, ha,” he says sarcastically as he refills your beer.

As the night wears on, you find yourself losing track of time, too caught up in the thrill of deep conversation, shared dreams, and this apparent friendship you and Chan are developing. Around you, the bar begins to fill with folks interested in cheap beer and discounted food. Clusters of college students talk and flirt and dance to the music spilling from the jukebox.

You become increasingly aware of the looks you and Chan are getting – curiosity, envy, speculative whispers. A group of girls at the bar, in particular, keep glancing over, giggling behind their hands. Chan seems oblivious, his attention focused solely on you.

"Does it ever bother you?" you ask him, nodding towards the onlookers.

He follows your gaze and chuckles. "The attention? Nah, I'm used to it. It’s a burden looking like this," he adds with a wink, followed by a deep laugh. You roll your eyes but can't help smiling. "Besides, it's not like any of what they’re thinking is true tonight."

After the two of you finish a third pitcher, the pressure in your bladder becomes impossible to ignore. "I’ll be right back," you say, tapping him on the shoulder to let you out. “Bathroom break.” You slide out of the booth.

He nods, his eyes crinkling with a smile. "You’re breaking the seal, lady! So dangerous,” he says with a laugh. “But, hurry back. I’ll be lonely without you," he coos as he sits back down.

As you wait in line for the ladies' room, you can't help but notice the girls a couple spots ahead of you in line. They're eyeing you with blatant curiosity, whispering.

Finally, one of them turns to you with a bright smile. "Hey, are you here with Chan?" she asks across several people, her eyes wide.

You blink, caught off guard. "Oh, um. Yeah, kind of.” You stammer. “I'm his tutor, actually."

The girls exchange knowing looks, giggling. "His tutor, huh? Is that what he's calling it these days?"

“No, really,” you say with a smile. “I’m tutoring him for his differential equations class.”

She raises an eyebrow, looking skeptical. "Really? You don’t look like a tutor.” She shifts from one leg to another as she sizes you up.

“And yet, I am. Physics major; top of my class.” You’re always slightly irritated that people assume you can’t be cute AND smart.

“That's amazing!" the other girl gushes. You’re not sure if she’s being facetious or channeling some girl power energy.

You nod and give them a fake smile.

They turn back to their conversation and a couple seconds later they walk into the bathroom. After 5 more minutes it’s finally your turn and your bladder is fucking thankful.

As you head back to the booth, you spot Chan standing next to the bar chatting with one of the girls who had just spoken to you. His charm is on full display, dimpled smile flashing as he leans in close, leaning his ear towards her to hear her over the music. Her hand rests on his arm as she laughs at something he says.

You roll your eyes and snicker. You’ve been gone for less than 10 minutes and he’s already on the hunt. This is your signal that it’s time to go. You’ve already taken up a lot of his time tonight.

You grab your bag and approach Chan at the bar. "Hey, Chan," you interrupt, "I'm heading out. Early class tomorrow."

Chan looks up at you in surprise, his brow furrowing, his smile faltering slightly. "What? Nooooo! Stay; have a couple more drinks," he pleads, those expressive brown eyes locking onto yours. He flashes you that charming, dimpled grin, the one that would make your knees melt if you were into him like that.

You hesitate, tempted by his request since you were enjoying chatting with him. But then you catch the other girl's side-eye, clearly indicating that she wants him all to herself, and make up your mind. "No thanks,” you say with a smile. “I really do need to get some studying done. How much do I owe you for the pitchers?”

Chan opens his mouth as if to protest, but instead adds, “Don’t worry about. Min took care of it for us.”

“Cool,” you say nonchalantly. “Tell him I said thanks and I’ll see you at our session next week, okay?"

“Yeah, okay.” He watches you as you leave.

“Have fun,” you call out over your shoulder with a wink.

“You too! And be careful not to give buddy a heart attack this weekend!” he replies with a chuckle before diving right back into his flirting.

As you walk away, you can't help but feel a little excited. You've learned so much tonight, and you can't wait to try it out with Changbin. The thought of his intense eyes softening as you put your new skills to use sends a shiver down your spine.

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