#Sweatsuit Set
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aesthetichoodie · 2 years ago
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Sweatsuit Set | Aesthetic Hoodie
High-Quality Aesthetic Sweatsuit Set!
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Introducing Aeshoodie: their sweatsuit sets are the epitome of effortless style and comfort.
With matching hoodies and joggers in soft, cozy fabrics, our collection offers the perfect blend of fashion and relaxation. Elevate your lounge wear game.
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eulaliasims · 2 years ago
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more EF defaults!
more! MORE! i'm tryin to clean out the default projects littering my desktop.
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efTopFlaredWaist replaced by @goatskickin's conversion of @pforestsims's Open Blazer with Padded Shoulders. Does this at all resemble the original Maxis top or carry the same vibe? No, but consider this: it's better. It's got pockets.
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efBodySweats replaced by this Goat outfit. I knew it would make the perfect default as soon as I saw it. Available for everyday and gym clothes.
I did not replace the black color, as I'm pretty sure it's a hidden career outfit and also I didn't feel like it.
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womenofwrestlingfashion · 12 days ago
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✦ Fashion Nova 23 Off Shoulder Sweatsuit Set in Oatmeal ($39.99)
✦ ASOS Design Brushed Formal Top Collar Longline Coat in Mushroom ($119)
✦ Beis The Wicked Weekender in Black (n/a)
✦ Ugg Tazz Shoes (n/a)
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bravenew-what · 2 years ago
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What I ordered ➡️ what showed up in the mail instead
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woodpeckercanada · 6 months ago
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Shop the perfect blend of comfort and style with Woodpecker Canada’s Plus Size Sweatsuit Sets. Buy online for versatile, fashionable options that flatter every figure, ensuring you look and feel great. Enjoy quality fabrics and a variety of sizes!
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gardenstateofmind · 1 year ago
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my mom is so funny she got me juicy sweats for christmas
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rockethorse · 4 months ago
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I did some shallow poking around, and here is every basegame mesh I could find - aside from the regular default "maternity" outfits for AF & AM - that includes a pregnancy morph. Now, assuming I haven't somehow slipped any default replacements into my game without my knowledge, I find this pretty interesting.
Some of these are already known; all pregnant Sims get pyjamas, swimwear, and underwear in addition to "maternity", and all four categories can be changed into freely from dressers. The nude mesh also has pregnancy morphs as well as any outfits that use it (swimwear, underwear, etc). As I mentioned in the tags of the original post, pregnant Sims will get forced into special pregnancy formal wear if they attend a wedding (either the knife dress up there or the racing-stripe tuxedo), but the player can't direct them to change into this pregnancy formal wear manually.
Some are more confusing; pregnant Sims can be directed to exercise, but they won't change into exercise clothes. This is odd knowing that the basegame AF tracksuit has an unused pregnancy morph attached to it. Interestingly, the basegame AM tracksuit does not have a morph; but one could argue that the default AM "maternity" outfit is more appropriate for exercising than the default AF "maternity" outfit.
Even more confusingly, there are "extra" options that never seem to get used in some outfit categories. The BG lingerie nightie has a pregnancy morph, but I've never seen a pregnant Sim randomise into anything other than the two-piece set; and for some unknown reason, the infamous baby sundress everyday outfit also has morphs.
But most confusingly of all, there are several top-only meshes that have pregnancy morphs, but zero bottoms to match:
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The nude top for AM & AF has a preg morph, and I bet the elusive nude bottom does too. This isn't too surprising, but the BG AF tops with "seamless" waistlines also have pregnancy morphs. (Maybe they all used the nude top model as a base, which might've already had morphs, and there wasn't any reason to remove them.)
Do all these unused outfits suggest that at some point Maxis considered adding pregnancy morphs to all outfits, and not having a dedicated "maternity" category at all? If they did, then I'm betting they gave it up either because they realised the separates system was going to cause issues, or because it simply wasn't future-proof. They must've quickly recognised they were making a LOT of work for themselves when it came to future expansion packs, especially when Sims only wear maternity clothes for 2-3 days, and ESPECIALLY once they decided to introduce alien pregnancy.
Anyway - for my low-CC purposes, this is a very exciting discovery, and it's just an interesting insight into early days of Sims development. This might not be an exhaustive list, but I doubt there are any meshes from later EPs with morphs since they abandoned this concept in the basegame (hence there being no morphs in the outerwear category), and I'd like to sniff around some more unlocked meshes, but since pregnant Sims don't go to work it's unlikely that any career or NPC outfits etc will have morphs.
The basegame wedding dress has a pregnancy morph??
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rimings · 13 days ago
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[RIMINGS] AD Sweatsuit Set
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kbbueckers · 2 months ago
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anniversary
overview: you and paige celebrate your anniversary 
characters: paigexreader
warnings: not enough foreplay, lowk gets right to the point, not proofread, smut (r receiving)
author notes: i wanted to do a paige receiving part at the end too, but i got lazy. i probably will next time tho. sorry this took soooooo long.
you were sitting on the couch waiting for paige to get home from her practice, tonight was your anniversary and you had something big planned. you had decorated the bed with rose petals, playing her favorite music, and had her favorite scent of candle ready, but that wasn't even the biggest part. you and paige took a trip to dubai back in september because you always wanted to go. while there, paige bought you a pink lace lingerie set with tiny bows around the edges. you hadn't got a chance to wear it, until tonight.
you waited in bordem until you heard the door knob. you got up off the couch and ran over to the door, before you could get to the front door paige turned the corner with a smile. "hey." she handed you a bouquet of roses, "missed me?." you took the bouquet and sat them down before giving her a hug, "of course i did."
"what's that in your hand?" you pointed to a small black box paige was holding behind her back. she quickly shoved it in the pocket of her sweatpants before shaking her head. "nothing. okay well, not nothing. but it's a surprise." she smiled before giving you a kiss on your forehead. "whatever, i have a surprise for you too." you smiled and tugged her arm a few times, dragging her upstairs to your shared bedroom. as you opened the door, revealing the surprise you had set up, paige gave a big smile before giving you another kiss. "you did this all for me?" she says with a shocked face. 
"sit here for me, mk? i'll be right back" you sat her down on the bed before rushing into the bathroom. paige already had an idea of what was going on, but as soon as you came out of the bathroom in the brand new set, her face got red. she stood up from the bed and looked you up and down. "wow, you look amazing baby." as she walks up to you, you grab the zipper of her sweatsuit jacket. "can i?" you ask with eagerness as she nods. 
before you knew it, paige was hovering on top of you making kisses along your jawline. you muttered a bunch of different things as she made marks on your jaw, but she really wasn't listening to a single thing you were saying. "shush baby." she kisses down your body, moving past your chest and to your stomach. she kisses your stomach, leaving marks similar to the ones already on your neck. once she got to the waist of your underwear, she traced her finger around the small bows designing the edges. "can i take this off?" she whispered in your ear, once she got your approval she slowly pulled down your underwear. once paige created a pool around your feet with your underwear, she began kissing your neck. as paige kissed from your neck to your stomach, all you could do was whine in response. "feel good baby?" she muttered against your stomach. 
as paige continued to move down your body, she kissed up and down the inside of your thighs, getting just close enough to the place you really wanted her. "paige." you took a deep breath, slightly annoyed by her teasing. paige ignored you and slowly kissed on the inside of your thighs before taking you into her mouth, you let out a loud gasp as you felt her lips latch on to you. paige gave a small laugh, sending vibrations up your body. "feels good p.", you moaned as she flicks her tounge over you. 
she swirls her tounge around you before thrusting it inside, earning a loud gasp from you. "oh my god." you say breathlessly. as she continues thrusting inside of you, you can feel paige letting out small hums against your clit, getting you closer to your edge. she keeps going before you finally let out a loud moan, filling the room with sound. once you calm down through your orgasm, she pulls away and gives you a kiss on your forehead. you lay there mumbling about something paige doesn't really here as she walks into the bathroom, getting a warm washcloth to clean you up. 
after she's finished getting the both of you cleaned up, she cuddles beside you under the blankets before jumping up. "oh, i almost forgot.". paige grabs the small black box she sat on the nightstand earlier and hands it to you as you sit up. you excitedly open the black box, a ring was staring back at you. but not just any ring, this was a ring you have been raving about for months now, but it had always been too way expensive. "i saved some money up, and i know you've wanted it for a while now so i-." you cut her off, wrapping her into a tight hug. "i love you so much, baby. thank you for everything, really." she hugged you back before giving you a kiss on the cheek, "i love you more." 
-kbbueckers💋
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hwaslayer · 3 months ago
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vivrant thing (jwy) | six. (final)
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—SPOTIFY PLAYLIST / SERIES MASTERLIST
—SUMMARY: after getting into a little accident, wooyoung decides to do his sister a favor by pretending to be your date at the company summer party. as soon as the night ends, wooyoung would go back to his usual routine of hanging out with his boys, keeping his distance from committed relationships and being a typical brother to jiwoo. except, the favor comes with more than what wooyoung expects and he finds you occupying his mind more than usual. 
—PAIRING: jung wooyoung x f. reader
—GENRE: (18+ - minors dni) bestfriend’s brother au | fluff, angst, smut
—WORD COUNT: 8.6k
—CHAPTER CONTENT / WARNINGS: cussing, mature language/sexually implied content, date night, the spot mentioned is inspired by an actual place in sf (i will not name it here tho because of spoilers lol pls feel free to message me if you'd like to know)!, half-up-half-down-haired wooyoung, alcohol consumption, corny pickup lines!!, lots and lots of kisses, sweet affectionate moments, woo x oc are literally so cute idek what else to say besides it should be a warning itself lol, making out, oral (f. receiving), fingering, handjob, unprotected sex, breast play, multiple orgasms (2), we love a good ol' jung family moment lmao
—ON ROTATION (all in the playlist): i like the way (the kissing game) - hi-five • fantasy - mariah carey • we can freak it - kurupt • let's get down - tony! toni! toné! & dj quik
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—A/N: thank you soooo much for all your love on this fic and for coming along this lil journey!! 🥰 i appreciate it so SO much! stay tuned for more wildfire & other fics to come .. <33
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"Papa. Call me or Wooyoung if you need anything, okay? We'll come." Papa brushes you off as he sits on his couch, blanket folded neatly and placed ontop of his lap.
"I'll be fine. I promise."
"Pinky swear?" You raise your pinky in the air and he does the same.
"Yes, pinky swear." He laughs a bit. "Now please, I need you two to have fun on your date. Don't worry about me. No if's, and's or but's. You and Wooyoung have been taking care of me so much, that's all I'm asking for." You tilt your head to the side before you playfully roll your eyes and smile. Papa can't help but return the smile because he hasn't seen you glow like this in years.
—FLASHBACK
"Woo." You finish gathering Papa's old clothes into the bag the hospital gave you, Papa sitting on the edge of his bed in the new sweatsuit you bought for him. "I'm gonna go find his nurse, I wanna give her the gift before we go." You set the bag next to Wooyoung as he finishes cleaning up around Papa's bed, getting ready to take him down to the car.
"Okay. We'll wait here." Wooyoung sits on the chair, asking if Papa needs anything else before leaving. He finds his attention shifting towards the door when he feels a figure suddenly come into his peripherals. "Oh shit, you scared me."
"Hey, sorry." Yeosang peeks in through the doorway, softly knocking against the frame.
"All good." Wooyoung looks at him, with Papa turning his attention towards Yeosang as well.
"Oh, Yeosang! It's good to see you."
"It's good to see you, too." Yeosang slowly steps forward after giving a curt bow. "I'm sorry I'm a bit late, I meant to visit yesterday but got caught up with some family things. I see you're getting ready to head out!"
"Yes, finally getting out of here." Papa chuckles. "Don't worry about it. The thought is what counts." Yeosang nods before shifting his weight from one foot to another.
"Glad to see it." He smiles. "Is Y/N around?"
"She went to go find the nurse. She should be back in a few minutes if you wanna wait around." Wooyoung looks at him. "She'd be happy to see you."
"Thanks."
"Do you need to use the bathroom or anything?" Wooyoung asks Papa to try and distract himself from the awkward energy lingering in the room.
"No, I'm okay." Wooyoung nods. Lucky for him, you come prancing in at that very moment— stopping in your tracks when you find Yeosang lingering around the room. You give him a small smile, approaching him sweetly like you always do. 
"Yeo."
"Hey. Sorry. I meant to come yesterday, but I got busy. I got worried when I didn't see you at work, but Jiwoo told me what's been happening." You shake your head.
"Don't worry about it."
"No, I'm sorry for not checking in on you sooner when I should've. I've been letting my feelings get in the way and it's unfair to you."
"It's okay, Yeosang. Seriously. I understand, and I know things will take time."
"Are you going to stare any harder?" Papa whispers to Wooyoung and he knits his forehead in response, purses his lips together tightly.
"I could try." Wooyoung is slightly taken aback when you start giggling at Yeosang, hand on his arm as he continues to apologize and promises he'd be a better friend moving forward. "Hm. That giggle sounds new." Wooyoung looks at Papa and he laughs it off. "It's at a new pitch. Haven't heard that one before." Wooyoung stands, grabbing Papa's bag of things from the chair.
"I'm sure she just missed her friend." Papa smiles at Wooyoung and squeezes his shoulder. 
"I'm glad you're doing better." Yeosang turns to Papa.
"Thank you, and thank you for taking the time to drop by." Yeosang nods before giving Wooyoung a small, toothless smile.
"Anyways, I'm gonna get going so you guys can take your leave." He turns to you. "See you next week?" You nod, waving him off as he heads out the door.
"Where'd you learn to giggle like that? In all my years of knowing you, I've never heard that one. Had a 'lil kick to it." Wooyoung slips his hand in yours as you all slowly begin to leave the room, his other hand holding Papa's bag.
"Wooyoung." You whine and he laughs.
"I'm kidding." Wooyoung looks down at you. "Are you guys okay now?"
"I think so. We will be. But, I'm more confident after today."
"That's good. I'm glad you guys got to talk for a bit."
"Mmyeah."
"Do you feel better?"
"I do."
"That's all that matters."
—END
"Okay. I'll swing by tomorrow." You give him a quick hug before rushing out and heading back home to get ready for your date. You smile to yourself knowing you'd get to spend time with Wooyoung soon. He didn't give you the details of your date besides being ready at 7pm on the dot for dinner and to.. bring a small item or trinket that's unique?
"So, what did you end up deciding to bring?" Jiwoo asks over the phone while you have her on Facetime, adding some mascara and a bit of blush just like she had taught you.
"Mhm." You hum. "The vintage 1972 9ct gold sea pearl ring."
"Ah, so not the vintage Mickey Mouse ring?"
"No." You giggle. "I kinda wanna keep it."
"I figured." Jiwoo chuckles. "I wonder what Wooyoung is up to. He wouldn't budge when I asked which date idea he settled on."
"Didn't think he would." You chuckle. "I'm surprised you didn't find out from this detail alone?"
"No. He only gave me really vague descriptions. I'm sure he knew I'd figure it out and accidentally spoil it." You faintly hear Hongjoong in the back respond with a 'yeah, we all don't want that.' "I have to give it to my brother, though. He does think of the best and most unique ideas for our family outings. He definitely settled on something different."
"I'll let you know how it goes." You sigh, pressing your lips together after you've put on some clear, sparkly gloss. "So, all good?" You flip the camera to the mirror to show off the outfit Jiwoo helped you pick. It's a tight, black rib-knit long-sleeve, cut-out mini dress with simple black knee-high boots. Wooyoung made it very clear that the formal dress-code was strict; a suit-and-tie, pretty dress kinda vibe if you will.
"Perfect. My brother will be all over you." She pretends to playfully gag. "Cute! But, gross!" You chuckle and roll your eyes. At this point, you hear someone climbing up the steps before doing a faint whistle, followed by the [cute] calling of your name outside your unit. 
"Your brother's here."
"Have fun! Let me know how he does." You nod before giving her your last goodbye and ending the call. You head to your door, swinging it open to Wooyoung standing there with the most beautiful bouquet of your favorite flowers: peonies. Wooyoung smiles when he sees your eyes light up at the flowers, the peonies ranging in color from white to light pink.
"Woo." You pout a bit. "They're so pretty."
"Nice! I'd hope so, I ran my ass around town to find the best looking one." You giggle, wrapping your arms around his neck for a tight hug. He holds you tightly, placing a light kiss to your temple before pulling back and ogling at you from head to toe. "Sheeeesh. Optimus Prime gotta make way for Miss Optimus Fine over here." Wooyoung finds himself completely smitten over you; the dress [yet again] fitting your curves perfectly, hugging your ass tightly. He loves how you normally dress, don't get him wrong. But, the rare moments when he gets you like this— he swears he gets heart palpitations.
He could lose himself right then and there.
"You—Stop it." The heat rises to your cheeks as you shyly take the flowers and quickly throw them in a vase with water. "Thank you." You give him a shy smile and he laughs.
"You're so cute. Ready?" You nod, sitting to sift through your purse and make sure it has all your necessities. Wooyoung's in a simple white button up, a few top buttons undone. He's got on black slacks and some boots, his hair half-up, half-down. Some strands framing his beautifully-sculpted face.
"Mhm." You stand and grab your bag, Wooyoung already slinging your duffle bag over his shoulder. He suggested for you to stay the night at his this time, ready to provide and take care of you from the start to the end. 
"Actually, there's one more thing— there is a small service fee for those flowers because I had to drive to five different—" You shake your head, shutting him up with a kiss to the lips before slipping your hand into his. 
"All good?" Wooyoung smiles.
"You know me so well. But, I think there was also a—" You gently hit his chest. "Ah— ow. Just wanted a kiss for the road."
"Then, you could've just asked, Jung 2." You giggle, giving him another sweet, chaste kiss to the lips before leading the way down the steps. You take each step slowly with the god forbidden heeled boots you have on, Wooyoung poking fun and teasing you as he holds your hand every step of the way. "These boots are atrocious."
"Well, first of all, I'm gonna correct you and say I'm Jung 1. I will not hold that one against you either, but I can't keep giving you passes, babe." He swings your door open and lets you get settled before hovering over your seat. "And two, the boots look really good on you. Especially in that dress." He shuts your door and jogs over to the driver's seat, plopping in before turning on the car and getting settled himself.
"Where are we going?"
"Don't worry about it, princess." He scrolls through his playlist to find a good song to kick off his drive. "Did you bring a little trinket or something?"
"Mhm!" You pull out the small red box with the pearl ring inside.
"Damn, that's pretty. You sure you wanna trade it in?" You nod.
"It was either this or a vintage Mickey Mouse ring, and I wanna keep the Mickey Mouse one." You frown a bit and he smiles.
"Fair enough." He sets his phone down in the middle console, We Can Freak It by Kurupt playing in the background before shifting gears. "Good?" You silently nod, giving Wooyoung the green light to drive off to the destination of the night. Wooyoung drives flawlessly with one hand as he softly sings along, hand coming to your thigh. It's warm, soft; sends tingles down your spine when he gently caresses the inner part and gives it a squeeze. It's not long before you figure out he's heading towards the central part of downtown— an area you don't frequent much because it's mainly known for its nighttime scene. He doesn't hop off the freeway until after 20 minutes have passed, navigating through the city streets easily despite all the cars that are out and about tonight. "Hella busy." He says, quickly switching to the right lane to turn onto a street. "Might have to walk a bit, baby. I'm sorry."
"It's okay." You respond softly. When he hits another red light, he leans onto the middle console and puckers his lips for a kiss. You lean forward to meet him, pecking him quickly before the light turns green again. He smiles at you, squeezing your thigh just a little harder this time around. He turns down another street that has a few shops and bars, almost driving in circles around the same streets until he snags a spot towards the end of the block. He hops out to help you out of the car, telling you the place was a quick walk down the street. It's about another 7 min walk down, you and Wooyoung crossing the street to the opposite side until he slows in his pace and stops in front of.. a pawn shop? There isn't much to it besides a sign at the top, bright lights illuminating the 'CHECKS CASHED, PAYDAY LOANS' slogan. Brick walls, unclean windows. You're utterly confused, and it must be obvious because Wooyoung chuckles in slight amusement before he asks:
"You trust me, yeah?" You silently nod, your hand gripping his a little tighter. "You'll enjoy it, I promise." He says before pushing the door open and stepping into the tiny pawn shop.
"Hey! Welcome to the shop! I'm Don— woah, damn— I'm sorry, forgive me for being so forward but ya'll are the most attractive couple I've ever come across. My gawd." Wooyoung laughs and nods in acknowledgement. He leans onto the glass case full of random, unique vintage trinkets and items— the walls and shelves also littered with vintage collectibles and posters. "So. How can I help you beautiful people? Shopping for little trinkets? Trying to get into some trouble?"
"Trouble sounds accurate." You freeze. The hell is up Wooyoung's sleeve? "Spoken word night?"
"Ah. Trouble indeed. Can I quickly see your IDs?" You look at Wooyoung from behind, your eyes lighting up in surprise. A spoken word event in a pawn shop? You're so lost. The entire place looks so small, you can't even imagine where it'd all take place. Anyway, both you and Wooyoung flash your IDs to Don. He takes a good look before nodding in approval. "Cool. You got your trades for entry? Jokes will work, too. Kinda prefer them, actually. Or, you can sing me a song." You squeeze Wooyoung's arm.
"You can sing!" You whisper harshly.
"Not great, though."
"Woo." You frown at him and he feels like he's melted into a puddle.
"Yeah, Woo. What's it gonna be?"
"Baby." He shoots you a look. "Listen, I like to think I'm pretty funny and I think I've got a few notes in me, but I highkey don't wanna embarrass myself in front of my lady here." Don chuckles and nods.
"I'll give you that. She is very pretty." You shy behind Wooyoung as you give Don another tiny smile. "Snagged a queen, my dearest!"
"She is, yeah." Wooyoung turns over his shoulder briefly before returning his attention to Don. "Anyway, we've got these." Wooyoung slides over your red velvet box and his small collection of vintage matchboxes.
"Nice, these are quite the collectibles." He takes the items and places them in a free area at the corner of the glass container beneath him. "Access granted." Don shuts the door to the container close before turning around to grab something off the shelf. "But, before I give you the code. A little something for the pretty lady." Don slides you a roll of paper— like a mini poster, a print.
"Thank you, Don." You hold onto the poster.
"What about me?" Wooyoung whines a bit, and Don frowns.
"A flying kiss." Don shoots him a lousy flying kiss before pointing at the 'employees only' door. "The code is 000." Wooyoung cocks a brow up.
"That's it?"
"Who is going to memorize anything outside of that?"
"Touché." Wooyoung shrugs a bit before leading the way to the door. "Thanks!"
"Enjoy yourselves, my cutie pies." Don leans onto the glass container and watches as Wooyoung plugs the code in. The buttons flash green repeatedly until a click is heard. Wooyoung holds the door handle down and pushes, the other side of the door a completely different vibe from the front pawn shop. It's dark, it's elegant, it's sleek. There's a bar off to the left side, with low lights on the shelves that hold all liquor bottles for decor. There's a backdrop with hues of blues and purples right behind it. There's a few neon lights bordering the mirrors and frames around the place, the wallpaper to the right a little more 'old time-y' and vintage. There's a small stage at the other end of the room, high tables and chairs scattered across the floor space in the middle with tiny tea candles sitting as simple centerpieces.
"Oh my god." Your eyes roam around the room while Wooyoung quickly talks to a staff member and heads to a table closer to the stage.
"You like?" You look at him and smile from ear to ear.
"Like? I love it. This is amazing." You squeeze his hand just as he pulls out your chair, letting you get settled before he slips into the empty chair next to you. "How'd you find out about this?"
"I do my research."
"So, you've never been here before?" He shakes his head.
"Heard about it in passing a couple of times, but never looked into it or anything. Did my research, thought it'd be a good place to take a pretty girl out to." You rest your chin on the palm of your hand, giggling as Wooyoung leans over to press a chaste kiss on your neck, right below your earlobe. "So, they have shareable plates. Small dessert plates. Cocktails. Let me know what you want and we'll get it." He slides over the long, one page menu. The both of you skim over some good, shareable plates you two would enjoy, along with cocktails and a plate of dessert after. You point out about two items that catch your eye, also letting Woo know you'd like to try one of their fruity cocktails. He makes sure that's all you want before calling over the waitress and relaying the order to her. At this point, the live band makes their way on the stage, introducing themselves as the opening act before the actual spoken word event begins. They begin to sing a few upbeat songs, one being Let's Get Down by Tony! Toni! Toné! and DJ Quik. Wooyoung dances a bit in his seat, getting you to bounce along with him to the music. He scoots a little closer, arm hanging on the back of your high chair while he whispers sweet compliments in your ear. You giggle, Wooyoung kissing your temple before returning his attention to the live band in front.
"Hey, by the way, what's the poster Don gave you?" He nods at the rolled up poster on the edge of the table.
"Hm, good question." You take it and carefully peel the tape off, unraveling it on the table. Your eyes light up when you realize what it is— the timing of the coincidence catching you a bit off guard. "Woo! It's that vintage Spirited Away poster!" You look at him. "The one you posted."
"That's crazy, actually. I saw it and was thinking about how I could get it for you, but no one was selling it. I looked high and low."
"Looks like it ended up coming my way, anyway." Wooyoung nods.
"Where are you gonna hang it up?"
"Mm, maybe near the door?" 
"Well, wherever you put it, it'll look good." The live band starts slowing down, playing soothing background music to introduce the first poet of the night. The food comes as she's introducing herself, the waitress neatly spreading the plates across the table. 
"Cheers, cutie." Wooyoung raises his cocktail glass and taps it against yours before the both of you start sipping and picking at your plates. You and Wooyoung listen intently to each performance, with you thoroughly enjoying every poem, every delivery, every attitude of the poets tonight. You find yourself reacting along with Wooyoung, feeling all the emotions each poet puts out into the audience.
To the room.
To you, Wooyoung.
And he must've felt the energy shift a bit once the piano starts playing different music to convey the deep, genuine, raw emotion. Because he was once focused on the performer on the stage— now, he's looking at you. At first he starts to think about how crazy this all is; how he would have never known that the person he'd fall the deepest [and quickest] for would be you. It's crazy how you're the person to make him feel things he hasn't felt before, it's crazy how you're the person that's helping him understand the true, real meaning of the 'L' word.
It's crazy how you might just be his person.
You look at Wooyoung over the edge of your glass, and he maintains the eye contact as his hand rubs at your arm. But, he's really looking at you, a soft smile growing on the edge of his lips while he truly takes the time to admire everything about you;
Your eyes.
Your nose.
Your lips.
Your moles.
And Wooyoung feels like he should've done this years ago— should've just taken that leap back then when he realized how incredibly jaw-dropping beautiful you were, inside and out. He's always known it, but tonight, as he's looking at you, it almost feels like.. he's flying first class.
Like he's a planet orbiting the sun, the solar system orbiting the center of your galaxy.
"What is it?"
"You're beautiful." He leans in towards your ear. "Thank you for coming out with me tonight, Y/N." You shake your head and smile him.
"No, thank you." You rest your chin on your hands while you cock your head to the side and shyly look at him. He smiles back, meeting you in the center to kiss you on your lips once— twice, three times. 
"As long as you're happy." You don't respond besides a small smile, your turn to quickly eye Wooyoung's features. You feel the butterflies soaring high in your tummy, the goosebumps painting the surface of your skin. The umpteenth lip bites you gotta do to prevent yourself from smiling way too big;
Cause yeah, you are. Wooyoung makes you the happiest girl.
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The spoken word event lasts for almost 2 hours, followed by another performance from the live band with some dancing. At first, you feel a little too shy even with the alcohol kicking in. But, eventually, you let Wooyoung guide you to the dance floor, remembering how well he took care of you during the night of the party. He holds your hand, keeps you close— dancing along to the band in a way that isn't too much or too little. Just enough to have fun with you in his arms and keep you safe.
He loves seeing you come out of your shell, and he likes being the reason behind it.
When it all wraps up, you're beyond satisfied and happy— both with the food, drinks, the performances and the band tonight. You hang onto your poster tightly, giving Don a quick hug and thanking him for just knowing the right gift to give you. He waves the both of you off, telling you that he hopes you and Woo will visit again soon. Since the weather isn't too cold for the night, you and Wooyoung decide to walk towards the opposite end of the block to get to the water, the bridge. When you finally reach the view, you gasp and point at the pretty lights illuminating the bridge.
"Woo, look. The lights are so pretty, it's like a little show on the bridge." He chuckles.
"Yeah, it is pretty." He whips out his phone to take a good photo of the view ahead of him. You slowly walk along the rail to get a better look at the water, hand trailing against the cold, metal surface as you watch the huge cargo boats slowly drift away. "Baby."
"Hm?" You turn over your shoulder.
"You're not cold, are you?" You shake your head.
"No." The lighting from the street light is hitting you beautifully from where you stand, and Wooyoung thinks it would be perfect to capture your picture here. "Wait." He says just as you start to walk away. "Stay put, babygirl. Let me take your picture." You tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, still getting used to Wooyoung's photos of you. But, he's able to snap a few really good candid photos. You can't explain how he does it, but he seems to always capture the best of you. "Alright." Wooyoung says, meeting you from behind. "Look." Wooyoung shows you the pictures.
"They're amazing."
"That's a new wallpaper right there." He smirks, immediately changing his wallpaper. "Miss Optimus Fine, I'm telling you." You laugh, playfully nudging Wooyoung away. "You probably think I'm joking, but I need you to know how serious this is."
"You're too much."
"Being honest." He shrugs, slipping his hand into yours. "Did you really have fun tonight?"
"I did. I really, really did." You look up at him. "Thank you for tonight."
"My pleasure." 
"Wooyoung." You look up at the sky before you look back out to the water.
"Yes?"
"What're you thinking about right now?" He lets out a tiny chuckle.
"Uh, well. I'm thinking about a movie or show we could watch when we get in bed. I'm thinking about breakfast for tomorrow. I'm thinking about some of the lines from the poems we heard today. I'm thinking about which drawer I accidentally slipped my favorite pair of underwear into cause I haven't seen them in a hot minute." You laugh. "What about you?"
"Well. I'm thinking about what people are doing on the other side of the bridge." He nods, listening intently. "I'm thinking about those churro sticks and that chocolate sauce we just ate. I'm thinking about how nice your bed is gonna feel later, and.. how I wanna change in my crocs when we get to the car." He snorts.
"Ah, was waiting for that one." There's a small silence that falls between you two, but it isn't uncomfortable despite Wooyoung growing nervous by the minute. He feels like he just needs to ask because if he doesn't, he'll blow. He needs to know if you can be his and vice versa; he's dying to know if you're on the same page about a relationship like he is. "You know what else I've been thinking about?"
"Hm?" You hum.
"You." Wooyoung looks at you.
"What about me?"
"Everything's about you." He smiles. "I could go on for days if you say it like that."
"Wooyoung." You chuckle. "Is there something bothering you?" You tick your head to the side to look at him before returning your attention to your boots, kicking at the dirt beneath them.
"Not necessarily." He lets out a breath. "Well. Iono. Bear with me here, I'm awful at voicing my feelings, as we know." You giggle. "Been thinking. We've been hanging out a lot. Staying at each other's places. Doing things couples do, but I don't know if I'm misreading anything. What I do know is that I just.. want you to be mine." He looks at you shyly. "I'm not sure how you feel and all—"
"You're not misreading anything, and you don't have to question how I feel." You pause in your steps. "You already have me, Woo."
"Do I?" It's his turn to pause in his steps and look at you directly. "Cause I really, really want you to be my girlfriend, if that's alright with you. You can say no, and we'll never talk about this again, but jesus fucking christ that would hurt—"
"Hey." You shake your head. "None of that, okay? It's more than alright, Jung 1. I'd love to be your girlfriend." He laughs before pulling you flush to his body, hands resting on your hips.
"Hm, see. Doesn't it feel better to call me Jung 1?" He teases. 
"It feels better to call you my boyfriend, though." Wooyoung's hands come up to cup your cheeks, bringing you in for a sweet, passionate kiss on the lips. One that doesn't break for a few minutes, one that gives you a hard time pulling away from Wooyoung. Your hands are gripping the sides of his shirt, smiling into each kiss when he doesn't part right away either. 
"God, I—" Kiss. "Like you—" Another kiss. "So much."
"Woo?" You finally break.
"Hm?" He caresses the surface of your cheek.
"Take me home?"
"Gladly." He dips in for one last kiss before lacing his hand with yours and leading the way back to the car. The both of you finally talk about some memorable lines from the night, doing a deep dive and dissecting what each poet was trying to convey, what the meaning was behind every word and every delivery. And you love listening to Wooyoung ramble on about his thoughts, asking for your opinion and what you think. Everything feels so.. balanced, and it's a little terrifying just as it is comforting. But you do trust him; you feel like you trust Wooyoung more than anyone you've ever dated.
It's probably the years tacked on of knowing him, getting close to him. Seeing his good and bad. Growing up with Wooyoung and watching him change throughout the seasons; watching him become who he is today. Imperfectly perfect.
When you get to the car, Wooyoung immediately pops the trunk and grabs your crocs wrapped neatly in a plastic bag inside your duffle. He sets them on the floor, crouching to help you get out of your boots while you sit on the edge of the trunk. You give him a tiny, toothless smile as he tosses your boots back inside the trunk, shutting it close before helping you get settled into the car. As usual, Wooyoung kicks up the heat before selecting the perfect song to start the journey home. The drive home feels much quicker this time around, less and less cars being out on the street and highway the more you travel away from the central downtown area. Along the way, Wooyoung places kisses to the surface of your hand while he continues driving— smiling to himself while you quietly sit and observe the view.
He just observes you from time to time, in between his focus on the road.
You balance him out, like Yin and Yang.
The Sun and Moon.
Light and Dark.
The Earth and Heavens.
Shit is surreal.
Before Wooyoung can do a deeper dive into his feelings for you, he pulls into his assigned spot and shuts off the car. He lets out a small huff he gets out and grabs your things, exhaustion slowly taking over his body. You let him lead the way up to his apartment, immediately kicking off your shoes when you get inside. He kicks up the heat just a tad, lighting up a candle on his kitchen counter. 
"I'm gonna get ready for bed, if that's okay with you?" He looks at you and nods.
"Of course. Get comfy." He says before cleaning up in his kitchen, making sure everything remains spotless and tidy while you're around. 
"Wooyoung?" You pop out of his room with his shirt in hand. "Can I?" He nods.
"You don't have to ask, baby." He chuckles. "Go for it. One less shirt won't do much to the already missing shirts and hoodies from my closet. Wonder where those went." He teases, making you giggle as you run off to the bathroom. You take a quick shower to freshen up, following up with your skincare routine and other necessities before slipping into Wooyoung's shirt. Just as you make your way back to his room, you overhear him on the phone as he sorts through his drawers.
"What do you mean, I did!" You look at him as his pitch gets a little higher. He lets out a heavy sigh before he holds out his phone. "Mom is hounding my ass, can you please let her know you had a good time tonight? She's afraid you're gonna run off." He gives you those doe-eyes and you can't help but giggle as you take his phone.
—FLASHBACK
"Mother! Father!" Jiwoo yells as she walks into the house and follows the scent of fresh food being cooked in the kitchen. "Ah, there you are. Where's Dad?"
"Hi Jiwoo. He's in the back watering his plants." She looks at Jiwoo. "We haven't gone grocery shopping yet, so please spare me—"
"I'm sorry, did I warp into Wooyoung? He's the one who does his grocery shopping in the fridge and pantry, not me."
"So, what're you doing here?"
"I can't just visit my lovely parents on a random Wednesday afternoon?"
"Suspicious, but okay. Where's Hongjoong?"
"Gym." She sighs. "Okay, I lied. I did come here for a reason, actually."
"Of course, I figured. What is it?"
"You might wanna sit."
"Jiwoo, I have to make dinner."
"Fine, don't say I didn't warn you." She pauses dramatically. "Wooyoung's dating someone." Her mom gives her a look before returning her attention to the cutting board. 
"What's new?"
"No. It's like, a real relationship." Jiwoo doesn't even know what she means by this but it's the easiest way for her parents to understand.
"With who?"
"Y/N—" The skinned, uncooked potato slips out of her mom's hand and tumbles into the sink.
"What?!" She puts her knife down and places her hand on her hip. "Jung Jiwoo, you don't come into this house and start making jokes like that! What is wrong with you!"
"Who said it was a joke?! I just said it was real. Besides, the clown in this family is Wooyoung— certainly not I."
"Wooyoung.. is dating Y/N?!" 
"I know, woof. How devastating to actually have to share her now." Her mom takes a minute to sit on it before she screams happily in the kitchen, scaring the heebiejeebies out of their father.
"What on earth is going on?" He says, barreling into the kitchen from the back door. "Why are you screaming like that?"
"Wooyoung! He's finally dating a good girl!" She rejoices. "We did it! You manifested it! He's got a good girl! Y/N! Sweet Y/N!" She continues to cry. "There's hope! He's finally settling down and he's got a good girl!" She repeats.
"Y/N?! Yeah right."
"Dad." Jiwoo snorts. "It's serious. Wooyoung has serious lovey-dovey eyes for her. He looks like he's gonna vomit the 'L' word any day now. It's kinda wild. Your son is a changed man."
"The L word! A changed man!" Her mom yells.
"Honey, can you— what? Since when?" Her dad is moreso surprised and eager to know details, crossing his arms as he leans against the counter to hear more. "The L word?"
"Did he take her out on a date and everything? Where did they go?" Mom adds. 
"As far as I know, he's going to. He waited it out because of the whole thing with Papa. He's been helping take care of him, too."
"Jiwoo, you better make sure your brother doesn't—"
"Mom, relax." Jiwoo elongates her response. "It's gonna be fine! He told me his ideas and they're all great. You know Wooyoung is good at planning stuff. He's creative. He'll take her out on a good date and he'll take care of her." She fake shivers. "Please don't make me say more. It'll be fine! Trust!" It's almost like a signal goes off, or a radar, because Wooyoung comes strolling into the house right at this moment; stumbling into the kitchen to see his family huddled around together.
"Aw, you guys got together for me?" His shit-eating smirk dies when he sees the way his family looks. "What?" Wooyoung walks further into the kitchen, furrowing his brows at the way his mom looks like she's about to break down, while his dad is sporting a big grin with his arms crossed. "Why do you guys look like that? Feel like I just walked into Honey, I Shrunk the Kids." He sets his keys down on the kitchen table as Jiwoo giggles.
"The simp has arrived."
"What are you— oh my fucking god, Jiwoo. You told them, didn't you? You couldn't wait like 5 minutes for me to come and do it myself?!"
"You're too slow! Besides, she's my bestfriend and I can also share the news on her behalf, too. Remember, you're sharing with me." He mocks her before rolling his eyes.
"Shut up. I would've just called up the news station if I wanted it broadcasted by people other than myself." He scoffs. "No wonder mom looks like she's aboutta cry. Good going."
"It was gonna come out anyway!"
"Jung Wooyoung, you better take that girl out on a good date and take care of her. Don't lose that girl!"
—END
"Y/N." 
"Hi." You respond sweetly like you always do.
"Did Wooyoung take care of you tonight? Did you have fun?" 
"Yeah, I did. He did really well, actually." You look at him.
"Oh, thank God." You can faintly hear his dad in the background telling her to hang up the phone and leave you two alone, which she responds with a quick 'I'm going, I just wanna make sure they're okay' before returning her attention to you. "That's all I needed to know. You two take care and have a good evening, okay? Get some rest! And tell Wooyoung not to call me tomorrow. I know he will and I won't be picking up— anyway, my husband is getting on me. I'm so happy you had fun tonight! I'll leave you now, sweetheart."
"Okay, I'll let him know." You laugh a bit as you say your goodbyes and hang up the phone. "She said you can't call her tomorrow."
"To hell I can't." He clicks his teeth as you playfully hit his chest.
"What'd you ask for?"
"Some groceries."
"Wooyoung."
"What? I know she has extras." He smirks. "And I'm the favorite so I know she can't say no to me." He shuts his drawer. "I'll be back, baby. My turn to freshen up." He leans forward to peck you on the lips before heading over to the bathroom.
You let out a content sigh as you slip into Wooyoung's covers, the sheets against your skin feeling like heaven. You scroll through Instagram to see the stories Wooyoung has tagged you in— reliving the night through his candid pictures and videos. 
You smile to yourself because you truly can't remember the last time you seemed so genuinely happy. Maybe the summer party? But, it all goes back to Wooyoung.
You press the heart for all his stories, even reacting to one where he actually posted a picture of you and wrote out:
must have stumbled into a museum cause i found this work of art 😚
In which, you let out a small laugh to yourself before replying with a 'stop it' to his story. 
After watching a few reels in a row, Wooyoung steps back into the room. The hallway behind him is dark, the entire unit outside no longer lit. You feel the butterflies in your tummy knowing he'll slip into bed with you to cuddle soon.
"Still awake?"
"Yeah, but mm'pooped." Wooyoung laughs, shutting his bedroom door close. He's in an old, graphic tee and loose pants, fresh out of the shower himself. His hair is still slightly damp, some ends sticking to his neck as he shuts off the lights and crawls onto the bed. You've already settled into his covers, scrolling through your phone and letting Jiwoo know you and Wooyoung have made it home safely.
jiwoo: did you have fun? did my brother do well?!
jiwoo: mom was about to panic-cry earlier, she doesn't want wooyoung to lose you
you: he did, i had a lot of fun! ☺️ she doesn't have to worry. lol i'll tell you more tomorrow. we got home safely and are hanging out in the room now.
jiwoo: okay! 
jiwoo: 🤢
jiwoo: feel free to hold off on further details
jiwoo: but pls tell my brother he's still second best
jiwoo: ok mwah i love u talk to u later, bye!
You giggle just as Wooyoung slips in next to you, setting his phone on the charger sitting on the nightstand. You do the same, setting your phone next to his before sliding back down into the sheets.
"What happened?"
"Was just texting your sister."
"Oh ew, nevermind. Forget I asked." You turn to face him completely with a smile on your face.
"She said you were still second best." Wooyoung shakes his head and shrugs before turning to face you.
"Kinda funny she's accusing me of being second best when she was never first in the first place."
"Okay, Jung 2."
"She's like— what'd you just call me?" He gives you a look. You cover your mouth to prevent yourself from laughing in his face. But, it's too late— Wooyoung starts attacking you with tickles, pulling you close to him as his hands come to your sides. You squeal and beg for him to stop, trying your hardest to pry him off without hurting him. "Wanna try that again, baby?"
"I'm sorry, I'm kidding!" You squeal louder when he tickles you a little harder. "I'm sorry! I'm kidding! You're my boyfriend, it shouldn't matter—" He stops with a little groan, hand still up your [his] shirt. 
"Fuck. You're so lucky you're cute." He sighs heavily. "I'm your, what?"
"Boyfriend." He smiles proudly.
"Damn, that's right." You giggle. "I love when you say it."
"Please don't attack me again."
"As long as you keep saying cute shit and not relaying any info from the devil incarnate herself, we're good." You laugh, continuing to look up at Wooyoung as he hovers over you from the side. "What?" He asks when you don't respond, completely enamored by him.
"Nothing." You subconsciously play with his hair and twirl the ends.
"Doesn't seem like nothing." You shake your head before gaining the courage to lean up and kiss him. He smiles into it, not letting you part for long before he dips forward again— this time, deepening the kiss, intensifying it in ways you've never felt before. Each kiss feels heated and desperate, and all you want is to be consumed entirely by Wooyoung. His tongue licks into your mouth, teasingly swiping across your bottom lip before he sucks on it and pulls back with a pop. You chase after him greedily, your tongue now fighting with his for dominance. He squeezes at your side, hand slowly traveling down to find the hem of your lace panties. His fingers play with the band before Wooyoung roams down and gently rubs at your clothed pussy. "Oh." He smirks a bit. "Did you wear this for me, princess?" He asks lowly, gently nipping at your jaw. You let out a soft whine, his hand rubbing a little harder against you.
"Mhm."
"So hot." He licks at the surface of your neck before sucking gently, fingers now slowly removing the material down your legs. "Gonna need to take it off though, if that's okay with you."
"Yes, please."
"Good girl." He chuckles, successfully slipping your panties off and tossing them onto the floor. He gives your thigh another squeeze before slowly swiping his fingers up and down your folds. "Everything about you is perfect."
"Wooyoung." You mewl, shifting in your position on the bed. He bites onto his bottom lip, thumb applying more pressure at your nub. You let out soft, breathy moans, back slightly arching off of the mattress. He slides in two digits, pumping them in and out of you at a slow pace to test the waters. He loves the way you automatically cock your legs open for him, giving him all the access he needs to feel you.
"So wet for me already, babygirl." He watches as your face contorts in pleasure. He begins to finger fuck you faster; relishing in the squelching noises, fingers dripping with your wetness. "Can I take care of you, hm? Do you want that?" He asks in a teasing manner, slowly moving his body downwards after removing his digits from inside of you.
You feel so empty.
"I do. Please." You beg. He leaves kisses down your stomach, your thighs. He presses a light kiss to your pussy before licking a stripe up and in between your folds. A loud whine leaves your lips just as he works his tongue on you, flicking at your heat before sucking onto it. 
"Gonna cum for me, pretty? Wanna see you cum on my mouth." He demands. He messily eats away, devouring every last drop of you as he spreads you open— lapping at your entrance, your clit. You don't even realize you've been slowly grinding your hips against his mouth, craving to relieve this tension, this ache, that you feel so badly within your core. Wooyoung goes between fingering you and tonguing your clit down until you feel the coil threatening to snap. 
"W-Wooyoung— oh god, yes—" You cry, suddenly tipping over the edge, legs trembling and feeling like jello. He keeps his head in between your thighs, continuing to suck away at your sensitive clit even when you try to close him out. You eventually come back down from cloud nine and steady yourself, Wooyoung's head slowly lifting from his current position.
"You okay?" He smiles. "Tasted so good. Can't get enough of you." He kisses your abdomen.
"More than okay." He chuckles, watching your chest rise and fall as you regulate your breathing. "Woo." You call his name in a daze post-orgasm.
"Mm?" He hums as he continues to press a trail of small kisses from your inner thighs, back up to your chest.
Neck.
Jaw. 
Corner of your lips.
"Can I try being on top?" He almost freezes because he sure as hell wasn't ready to hear that question. But, he's not complaining. Hell, he's hard as a fucking rock just hearing it replay in his head; in that delicate, soft tone of yours.
"Yeah, god—yeah. Please."
"I'm not that great, though. I didn't really get to experience different positions in my last relationship." 
"Don't say that, love. It's fine, and it doesn't matter."
"You're making me shy." You shyly giggle, climbing onto his lap once he settles. You sit back for a bit, stroking him through his boxers until they're joining your panties, his clothes, on the floor. You watch as his eyes roll back and shut close, small moans leaving his lips as you continue to pump him up and down. The more you keep up with a steady pace, the more Wooyoung feels like he'll explode when he's not entirely ready to be done with you just yet.
"Baby. Wait, wait—" He stops you. "Need you now. Don't wanna cum until I'm inside of you." You feel yourself clenching over nothing, but you still fear you won't be good; that you won't be good enough for him.
"I'm just afraid I won't be good for you."
"You'll always be more than enough." He reassures you with a kiss to the lips. "I'll help guide you if needed, okay?" He watches as you position yourself on him, lining him up at your entrance. He lets out a choked moan when he feels you slowly sink down on him, head cocking back in pleasure against the headboard. "Mm, fuuuck— god, you're so tight."
"Oh my god, Woo." You whimper, feeling completely full with Wooyoung's hard cock sat inside you.
"Take your time." He lets out breathily, hands gripping your hips. "You can move when you feel comfortable." You nod, hands resting on his shoulders. You begin to rock your hips back and forth;
Back and forth.
Tug and pull.
In and out.
"How does it feel?" 
"So fucking good, princess— oh—fuck— just like that." He moans brokenly, hissing in between when you start to work your hips more comfortably against him. "Can I?" He tugs on the end of your shirt, wasting no time to tear it off your body once you nod and give him the green light. "Holy shit." He says, marveling at the sight of your plump breasts in front of him. "Perfect for me." He mutters right before taking a nipple into your mouth; tongue working in circles before sucking on your perked bud. His thumb plays and pinches the other until he's ready to give it more attention, following the same movements. You let out a loud cry, hips moving faster in response to the way Wooyoung's lapping against you. "You like that, babygirl?" He watches you through hooded lids as you tilt your head back, the sounds of your wet pussy against him filling the room.
"Y-yes." You can barely respond. Wooyoung holds you close, hands tangled in his hair as his hands cascade up your sides, your back. You're pressed against him, his pelvis wet with your slickness; clit rubbing against him deliciously. 
"Doing so good for me, baby. You know how to ride me so well." He praises against your skin, leaving feathery kisses on your body. "You feel so good wrapped around me." He continues, lips now coming up to graze yours as you maintain eye contact— forehead pressed against Wooyoung's. Your hip movements become sloppier, more erratic; the both of you moaning into each other's mouths.
"Wooyoung. Think I'm gonna—" You whine. "I'm gonna cum again—" You continue to whine and whimper in between.
"Please cum. So I can— jesus christ." He pants, biting onto his bottom lip when he finds himself hanging on his last thread. After another couple of rolls against him, you feel yourself unraveling once again. You grip the ends of his hair tightly as you come undone on his cock, a huge wave of euphoria crashing through your body. "Shit, yeah. That's it, love. Cum all over me." Wooyoung eggs you on as you continue to deal with the aftershocks of your orgasm, body still twitching in his grip. He holds your hips tightly, taking his turn to fuck up into you harshly despite your sensitivity. "Agh— baby—" He chokes out. "Baby." He breathes out against your neck. "Cumming—hmfuck—" He groans. 
"Give it to me, Woo. Please." You feel his release; white ribbons shooting into you, cock twitching against your walls. His hands dig deep into your hips until he releases every last bit inside of you, panting and breathing heavily to bring himself back down from his high.
"God." He says, lazily kissing your chest. Collarbone. Neck. "Fucking amazing."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. Too good. I'm beat. Rode the hell out of me." You laugh and playfully bite his shoulder. You press another kiss to his lips, holding it for just a second longer before you remove yourself from on top and plop next to him. He grabs a few napkins from the nightstand, wiping you down before working on himself. You snuggle back under the sheets, having no energy to worry about your shirt or panties. Wooyoung welcomes you right into his arms, his body heat keeping you warm as he presses himself against you.
You fit so perfectly.
Your head is pressed against his chest, his heartbeat humming against your ear— soothing you in the now stillness of his room. The exhaustion hits you fast, eyes feeling heavy the more you relax in his hold. Wooyoung lies awake, even though he truly is tired after tonight. But, he wouldn't have it any other way. He smiles to himself thinking about how perfectly this entire day played out;
How lucky he is to have you.
And even though he's terrified at what your response would be if he were to tell you how deeply he feels, he knows [either way] there's no going back because he's locked into this. He knows this is where he wants to be, and he knows this is where he'll stay.
Right here with you.
"Y/N?" He calls for your name softly. You don't respond at first because it's the moment you do fall asleep for a quick minute, soft snores leaving you as you rest against him. He looks down and chuckles, pulling you closer to him as if there was any other possible way to get you closer. "Sweet dreams, baby." He whispers against your temple before coming down to your ear. "I love you." Wooyoung is completely okay letting it out even though he isn't expecting a response. He's said it out loud, he's put it out into the universe. He feels relief, and it makes it even realer for Wooyoung when he realizes he doesn't wanna stop saying it. Because he does, he loves you. He probably has for a long time. 
His special girl.
Biggest thing in his itty bitty world.
You do hear it, though. You do. And with how much you adore Wooyoung, you obviously can't help yourself when you respond sleepily with a:
"I love you too, Woo."
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take-it-on-the-run · 4 months ago
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Wally Clark x Reader
Two people died on September 23rd, 1983. One laid out on a football field before hundreds of people, and the other left behind on the cold floor of the boy's locker room.
Word Count: 1.7k
Tags: Sexual assault, semi-graphic depictions of SA, including: almost direct aftermath, reader is naked in the beginning, mentions of blood, and implied loss of virginity via SA, flashback to SA; death, reader's death is overlooked, ANGST
Characters: Wally Clark, Reader, Dalton (OC)
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A/N: The Doors title. Hey ya'll. I cannot believe the love I've been getting on this page, and it's driving me past my writer's block more than anything. With school starting, I can feel the academic anxiety kicking in, but I use my writing as a coping method when I can. This story has very intense topics (as stated in the tags) and is not meant to idealize any topics in any way. This was inspired by @general-fanfiction's Hopes and Fears series (GO READ IT RN), and @whoopsyeahokay's October Sun series (ALSO GO READ IT RN). If this story is well received, or I just feel the urge to, I'll probably turn it into a series (bc this sucks as a one-shot). As always, please heed the warnings, and read only if you're comfortable.
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Blood was everywhere.
It slid down your legs and dribbled onto the cold floor of the locker room. Every inch of your skin felt like it was too tight for your bones, and all you wanted to do was reach down your throat and rip out your heart.
Copper flooded your mouth. The tang brushed against the back of your chattering teeth, and all you could think about was how you wanted to crawl to the nearby shower and let it run until one of the coaches found you and dragged you out.
It wasn’t supposed to be like this.
Move. You told yourself. All of your limbs ached. Nothing felt real.
You didn’t want this to be real.
It was supposed to be kind. Gentle. An act out of pure love.
Standing up proved to be hard, and it was like no one was able to hear you screaming out for help. Filtered out by the people flooding the halls, hustling to the big homecoming game going on that night.
The tiled walls provided little help as you brought yourself to a standing position, walking slowly as you felt your feet brush against the pile of your shoes, pants, and underwear on the floor. The touch stopped your heart, breaking a new tier of hate and regret across your body.
He said he loved me.
You turned on the shower, cranking the knob to the hottest setting, knowing that the water wouldn’t get anywhere near warm. Water slid harshly over your body, and you felt it pelt against spots of dried blood on your thighs.
You wished you never come to this stupid football game.
You wished you weren’t as ignorant, or as gullible, or as love-blind as you had been in the past three months.
You wished you never met him.
His face felt bitter and sharp in your head, poking and prodding, as if trying to stick the memory of his hands on you for eternity.
Time passed irregularly, no one came in or out of the locker room, and you were sure that the football game had to have reached its end by all of the cheering and yelling you heard outside.
After using all of the hot water in the gym wing, you slowly walked to the lines of lockers, trying even glimpsing in the direction of your clothes. tried to open every locker until one popped open, revealing a pair of grey sweatpants, a sweatshirt, a muscle tank, blue gym shorts, and a matching varsity jacket with #57 stitched on the arm.
You grabbed the matching sweatsuit, balling it in your arms and silently apologizing to the boy you’d never return the clothing to.
He probably won’t even notice, you told yourself.
You turned the corner around a line of lockers and you could swear you were going crazy. A bare foot poked out from behind the last line of lockers, limply tilted against your pile of clothes, painted a chipped wine red.
You blinked hard, looking down at your own chipped wine-red toes, and you clutched the clothing you stole to your naked body. The cotton was soft compared to the cold tile bracing against your feet, and you brought your eyes to look back to the pile of clothing on the floor.
Bile pooled at the back of your mouth as you hesitantly stepped closer to the foot that hadn’t disappeared. You’re going crazy, you told yourself, but the more and more you stared at the limp, pale body - your limp, pale body - whose features were more of a brutal mass than a face, the less it was going away.
You barely made it past the urinals and into an open stall before you dry-heaved into a toilet.
You were dead.
You couldn’t be.
As you zipped up the stolen hoodie and sweatpants, you tried to remember it all. Kissing under the bleachers before the game, him asking you to come with him while he grabbed something from his gym locker.
Every agonizing second you asked him to stop, to stop pressing you into the lockers because one of the locks was digging into your back; his decrepit hands sliding at your waistline, pushing and prodding past the fabric of your clothes.
Nothing would come up from your stomach.
Could ghosts vomit? You asked yourself, slowly standing to your feet and walking back over to your dead body.
Conversations started to flood the hallway, every muscle in your body coming briefly to attention before you flew out the door and screamed into the rushing crowd of students.
“Hello?” You called out, reaching your arm into the crowd, only to watch it get run through like something out of Star Wars.
Your body became hot, and even though you knew deep down that no one could see you, you pushed your tears back down your choking throat and felt your cheeks heat up with shame.
You walked into the crowd, who was thinning out the further you got from the hallway. Your body tensed for a moment, seeing the lights of police cars and ambulances pulling up to the school. Expecting to see the paramedics rushing toward your body, you waited for them to split the crowd, to start heading toward the school, but they were bolting the other way.
Straight toward the football field.
This school has to be fucking cursed.
One of the players was splayed out on the field, his head gently being lifted as paramedics were tugging his helmet off his head. The football team from whatever school yours was playing against was sitting on the bench, whispering and pointing to another one of their players who was talking to a police officer further down the field.
57.
The number sewn on the jacket hanging among the clothes you stole stood out against the dark blue of the player’s helmet. People gasped and a woman cried out as the paramedic set the helmet aside, revealing the face of the school’s resident golden boy; a dark bruise crawled up his neck, and his mouth guard slid between his lips as his limp head hung unnaturally over his shoulder.
You walked closer, straight through the forming line of police officers, and looked into the field. At the edge of the bleachers, waving his arms around and yelling into a silent group of people, stood Wally Clark.
Wally Clark is dead.
Just like I am.
You took off running, the activity coming easier to you when you were alive.
Alive.
“Wally!” You called out, and the football player snapped his body to your voice, his eyes wide and seeming relieved that someone was talking to him.
You stopped, resting your hands on your hips as he hopped down from the bleachers.
“What’s happening? Why- why is no one talking to me? What did I do?” He asked, skipping the formalities. He came to stand on the field before you, the football gear he was wearing sending a rush of debilitating shame through your body.
You faltered for a moment, his face flashing in your eyes before you rubbed your face back to reality.
“You didn’t do anything, Wally.” You managed to push out, pushing your eyes anywhere but on him.
“Then what is happening? I feel like I’m going crazy, one minute I’m running with the ball, and boom- I’m at the bleachers, trying to get my mother to talk to me and she won’t even look up at me. I know she’s pissed at me about going on the bench, but I mean I got back in the game, and now I’m guessing coach is pissed at me on insisting to get back in and-”
“You’re dead.” You cut off his rambling, forcing yourself to meet his face without looking away after a second, “I mean, I think we’re both dead.”
First, he smiled. Like what you said was some kind of joke. After you said nothing, he started toward the sidewalk, where his mother was now alongside a stretcher being lifted into an ambulance. You could see the tears on her face from where you were, each step you followed Wally, the easier it was to see her sorrow.
Then, as he was following his mother, he suddenly was gone, like he was plucked off the Earth by God himself.
That was until you turned to see him standing on the football field, right where his body was previously lying, tugging at the roots of his hair.
You hovered your foot, leveraging that if you stood on the sidewalk, you would be slingshotted back to the men’s locker room.
You decided to trust your gut and instead talked to Wally.
“I can’t be dead, I mean, that would mean you’re dead, and I literally saw you in the hallway this morning,” Wally said as he paced in a small area before you, “and I know for sure that I saw you because you were hanging around Dalton’s locker, which was weird because everyone on the team thought he had some college girl or something he was hanging out with-”
You didn’t register some of the words he was saying, instead you tried to control your thoughts from ripping you back to your last moments on earth at his name.
“-I mean, do you even know how crazy this sounds?”
You took in a shaky breath, wiping your hands over your face to poorly conceal any emotions that unwillingly spread onto your features, “Yeah, but that’s the thing, Wally. I am dead.”
Saying you were dead for the first time out loud was a lot heavier than you thought it would be.
You’re pretty sure that if the insanity of Wally being killed hadn’t overridden your brain, you would be somewhere huddled up and screaming for some greater power to give you eternal rest.
“What? That’s not possible, I mean, the people you were here with would’ve noticed you were gone. Dalton would’ve noticed you were gone.”
You didn’t want to give his name as much power as you did, but your body tightened up hearing it. You didn’t correct him, instead opting to stare at the dark woods on the far end of the field, your eyes burning once more.
“Y/N,” you were a little surprised that he knew your name, and even more when he stood in front of you with the most gentle expression you’d ever seen, “what happened after school? How did you die?”
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trevorsturnioloappreciator · 2 months ago
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Warm
Matt Sturniolo x Fem!Reader
- you wake up to Matt humping you, you help him go back to sleep.
cw: MinorsDoNotInteract; cock warming, friends to lovers, pet names, sub!Matt, dom!reader, slight somnophilia but not really(Matt humps reader while they’re both asleep), reader says ‘good boy’ once, praise kink, slight teasing, falling asleep with a dick in you is implied (probably don’t do that), unprotected sex (also don’t do that)
a/n: no use of y/n, this was requested but i went a little off script, also was requested last mf month but you guys can’t be mad cause its so long!!!!! 😭
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Matt was the biggest cuddler of the three brothers, when you first started spending nights at their house, you would’ve totally thought it was Chris. Chris likes to feel someone next to him while lounging or sleeping, and he’s much more comfortable seeking it out.
Always smooshed up in between you and his brothers while you all watch a movie on the couch, reaching out his hand to keep a point of contact if he can’t be snuggled into your side, but Matt was different. You can tell it took him a while to build the courage to even try what Chris considers second nature.
It’d all started when Nick rang you up, inviting you to spend the night, and of course you agreed. You slip on your comfiest sweatsuit, and some slip-on shoes, packing a small tote of your essentials before setting off to the boy’s house. “Guys~”, you sing out, “I’m here!”, calling to them as you climb the stairs.
“We’re in Matt’s room, he fell asleep three hours ago, we’re checking if he’s alive”, you hear Chris’ voice travel down the hall. Curiously you make your way to peek your head in Matt’s door. Unable to control the coo you let out as you survey the scene in front of you.
Nick and Chris are standing off to the side of the bed, where Matt lay tucked into his comforter, all you could see was his mess of hair splayed over his pillow, you can tell by the way the blanket falls over him that he’s scrunched up on his side, clutching a pillow to his chest.
“Awe, let him sleep longer, he looks so peaceful…”, you tell them, gaze stuck on Matt’s sleeping form. It was the first time you’d seen such a soft side of him, it was all you could think about the rest of the night; the way his hair curled around him, the sliver of his face peeking over the heavy blanket and his arms curled possessively around the large throw pillow.
The next time you spent the night you swore to yourself you would try your hardest to pull Matt more from his shell. You’re not sure why, but you’d become sort of obsessed with the thought of him being comfortable enough to fold into you the way he had alone in bed.
The triplets and you are all hunkered down on their large sectional, some movie droning on in the background as you all try not to doze off. When you came over today, you brought along a big bag of groceries, intent on cooking dinner for everyone, always feeling guilty for showing up empty handed even though you knew they couldn’t care less.
After everyone ate, you all settled into your pajamas, plopping into the couch cushions. Strategically, you place yourself next to Matt, he’s leaning back into the corner of the sectional, legs hanging straight in front of him, slightly dangling over the edge of the couch. Huddling in, Chris and Nick next to you, you throw a blanket over yourself and subsequently Matt’s legs as well.
As the movie plays on and you all get sleepier and more melded against one another, you slyly wiggle your feet to fit under Matt’s legs, playing it off like you needed to stretch or leach his warmth, when in reality all you wanted was to be closer to him, to feel him against you. Noticing the way Matt slumps further into the couch, clearly undisturbed by the contact, you decide to push it further.
Letting out a long (fake) yawn, you turn to rest your head against his bicep, snuggling lightly into Matt as you stretch your legs, causing his own legs to lay over your lap. “This okay?”, you whisper softly, tilting up to look at his face, his cheeks are coated in a dark blush, a meek smile playing on his lips, almost like he was trying his hardest to keep a straight face. It makes you swoon.
“It’s- yeah…‘S okay…”, Matt’s voice is timid, shaking lightly under your unwavering gaze.
Seeing Matt in this new light has your thoughts racing, you wonder what he’s thinking, what he’d act like while being kissed. You shock yourself with your train of thought, you’d never imagined Matt this way, but now that you have you can’t seem to stop. You feel your own face brighten with heat, with racing thoughts (and slightly less composure then you started with) you turn to where Chris and Nick lay, taking note of their light snores, both asleep.
“‘M starting to get sleepy, I was gonna sleep out here but I don’t know if all three of us will fit…”, motioning to the sleeping figures beside you with your thumb, looking up to Matt as you speak softly. “Would it be okay if… I slept in your room?” It was a long shot, the fact that Nick and Chris fell asleep on the couch actually gave you more options to sleep alone in one of their rooms, but you couldn’t help yourself, you felt borderline desperate to just lay in bed with Matt, watch him fall asleep. Maybe he’d pull you into him or subconsciously cuddle up next to you.
You watch as his nervous expression shifts to a sweet smile, “Yeah, ‘course you can. I can sleep in Nick’s room-“, before he finishes the sentence, you sit up slightly, placing your hand on his knee and cutting him off. “It’s- it’s okay if… you wanna sleep in your bed, too…”, his eyebrows shoot up slightly at your suggestion, “You… Y’mean in my bed… with you?”, the shy expression is back on his face as he bites his lip in anticipation of your answer. “I mean if you don’t want to it’s okay, ‘s just, I don’t wanna force you out of your room, I don’t mind if you stay with me…”, keeping your voice even and innocent while at the same time trailing your hand imperceptibly from his kneecap to the middle of his thigh.
You can tell by the way Matt’s hand unconsciously reaches to yours, pulling back before he actually touches you, his face a shining pink color, that he wants you in his bed just as much as you want to be there. “Right.. yeah, that makes sense.”, he nods to you while throwing his legs off of you and standing up. Following his lead you stand up as well, grabbing your bag and letting Matt know you’ll use Chris’ bathroom so you could both do your nightly routines simultaneously.
Once you’re all done in the bathroom, you make your way back up to Matt’s room. Walking in you see all the lights off except one lamp on his bedside table and Matt perched at the end of his bed. He’s dressed in a white tee shirt and grey sweat shorts, hair slightly tussled around his face, and his small pug plushie tucked into his arms.
“Didn’t know which side you like to sleep on…”, he speaks softly, not quite meeting your eye, whether out of tiredness or shyness, you’re not sure. “I don’t have much preference, whatever you like is cool with me.”, you flash a close-lipped smile from the doorway, Matt takes a second to get in bed, his eyes trailing over your body.
You may have purposefully chosen your skimpiest sleep shorts and flowy low-cut tank top. With no bra on, theres about nothing left to the imagination. If Matt’s nervous demeanor was doing it for you before, his wandering eyes and slack-jawed expression are definitely contributing to the wetness growing between your legs. Just as you begin to walk over, Matt stands to slip under his bedding, closest to the side with the lamp.
You do the same and tuck yourself into his blankets, flipping onto your side to watch Matt get comfortable. Eventually he mimics your position and turns to face you as well, the small smile on his face makes you blush and scoot closer to the middle of the bed.
Lightly, you nudge at his leg with your socked foot, not pulling away. “Are you cold?”, he murmurs quietly, sliding over further to be close to you. “A little”, you nod sleepily, moving your hand from where it was tucked under your cheek on the pillow, closer to Matt’s own hand.
Reaching over you, Matt brings the thick blanket further over your shoulder, tucking you in more snugly, before turning to flick the lamp off. Chuckling softly at how innocent Matt was, his sweet gesture making butterflies erupt in your stomach. Now that you’re thrown into complete darkness, you start to feel yourself slipping into sleep but before you fall deeper, you decide to reach that much further, hooking your pinky around Matt’s.
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Blinking your eyes open, you’re awoken by something (or someone) pressing against you. At first you’re caught off guard until you remember you’re in bed with Matt. Sleeping on your stomach, right leg bent into a triangle position while your left is straight, you start to detect movement in your hazy brain. Feeling Matt’s heavy body on top of you, you start to connect the dots.
It’s Matt that’s moving against you, his arms are locked around your waist and his hips are rutting up against the side of your plush thigh.
You can hear his soft noises, his face is tucked between your shoulder blades and you can tell how hard he is. It almost makes you feel bad, he’s whimpering and huffing hot puffs of air against your skin. Turning to face him causes his movements to shift, now humping against your hip bone and his head bent into your chest.
“Matt~”, you whisper out, his arms squeeze tighter around you and the noises falling from his lips ramp up. Shaking him lightly, you hope once he wakes up he won’t let his embarrassment get the best of him, you want him to continue. Watching his face intently, you see Matt start to wake up, moving your hand from his shoulder to his cheek, you continue whispering to him.
“Mmph”, Matt lets out a murmured sound as his eyes blink open blearily, hips stuttering against you. “Wh-“, before he can start to freak out about your current position, you try and calm him. “Hey~ ‘s okay… it’s just me, you’re okay…”, you coo out the words, rubbing your thumb against his cheekbone. The way he looks up to you, you can tell he’s still slightly sleep-addled, his eyes are glassy and his cheeks are tinged pink. “Was I…”, he manages to get the words out before slipping his hands off your body. “Mm”, you hum, nodding affirmatively at his half question, “‘S okay. I don’t mind… if you do it again.” Matt’s eyes widen, mouth dropping open at your words, before he reaches out again to hold onto your hips.
“A-are you sure?”, he breathes out shakily, tightening his grip on you. “Mhm, ‘m sure, wanna make you feel good~”, you whisper and move closer to his face, placing a small kiss on his cheek. Matt is a fidgeting, blushing mess, tentatively moving his hips again. “Ffffuck~”, he whines, tucking his face into your chest and planting soft kisses to your collarbone. “H-hurts- need more… please, please-“
“What d’ya need, baby?”, your voice has a teasing lilt to it. Reaching out, you pet down Matt’s messy hair as he looks to you with the biggest puppy dog eyes you’ve ever seen. “C-can I… put it in, please?”, his soft voice comes out breathy, he’s still moving his hips into you but you can tell he’s running out of steam.
“Hm? Y’wanna put it in, baby?”, trying to keep your voice as steady as possible, even though Matt’s words are almost enough to make you cum untouched. “Please…yes, j-just need to feel you… feel you on me~” he’s verging on begging, like he might die if you don’t give him the permission he’s so desperate for. “Awe~”, you coo, “Poor baby, sound so sweet asking all nice f’me… Of course y’can, I already told ya I just wanna make you feel good, honey.”
At your words, Matt lets out a relieved sigh, almost like a moan, before moving his hands to claw off your pajama shorts in a heated frenzy. “Th-thank you, thank you- needed it so bad… Y’don’t know how much I think about you~”, as Matt blabbers on, you help him by pulling down his pants, feeling his dick spring out to hit his stomach. Reaching down, you grab the base of his cock, not moving your hand, just slightly gripping him in your palm.
Your movement has Matt whimpering into your chest, “Fuck- please~”, his voice comes out tight and he ruts into your hand again. “Ya gonna do what you asked me to do or are you gonna sit here whinin’ like a puppy, hm?”, you tease. It clearly has an effect on Matt, you feel his cock jump in your hands, precum leaking steadily down your fingers.
“My God- fuck- yes, yeah~”, as soon as Matt hooks his hands back over your hips you let go of him, allowing him to push your thighs open with his knee, sliding into you.
At the feeling of his hot, slick member entering your own wet core you let out an embarrassingly loud moan, voice cracking in the middle. “Mm, so big, Matty, fillin’ me up so good, baby~”, your voice comes out in a purr, peeling your eyes open, you look to Matt. The expression gracing his face can only be described as total bliss, bottom lip stuck between white teeth, eyebrows shot high on his forehead and his eyes slipped softly closed.
“C-can I-“, you give him time to breathe, not wanting to interrupt his train of thought while he’s clearly struggling to keep up with the circumstances, “‘S it okay… if-if we just stay like this, please?”, his voice is nothing more than a whisper and the words make your pussy clench. Fighting through the thoughts in your head, thoughts of keeping Matt like this forever, you speak softly against his temple after placing a kiss there. “Yeah, baby, we can stay like this… Such a good boy, d’you feel better, sweetheart?”, you wrap your arms around his back, pulling him closer so his face is smooshed into your chest. “Mhm, yes~ yes, thank you~”, his words come out softly and muffled, and you can tell by the cadence that he’s almost already asleep again.
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wileys-russo · 10 months ago
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https://www.tumblr.com/wileys-russo/747469515079778304/1-if-i-was-her-gf-best-believe-that-entire-flight
perhaps a tiny cheeky blurb about annoying her like that on the flight 😌🙏🏼
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in flight entertainment II a.putellas
you stifled a laugh as your girlfriend finally joined you downstairs, luggage in hand which was left at the front door beside your own, her prized LV makeup caddy carefully balanced on top making you roll your eyes.
but it was her current pre flight outfit that had your giggles setting in.
normally you'd not dare to question whatever it was the spanish captain put on her body given that it could be a burlap sack and she'd manage to make it look good.
plus, you were more than happy to raid her closet at will.
though today the case was that both of you sponsored by nike were headed to an event in paris for a launch and the unveiling of alexia's statue, and so you'd both been sent your outfits for the entire trip separately.
assuming you'd both be sent the same you hadn't really worried to show one another the contents of your packages, but now it was coming to light that was most certainly not the case.
you ducked out of sight as she busied herself clearly checking off a list on her phone, if there was something the footballer swore by it was a list, you cleared your throat and took a seat on the sofa.
"ale!" you yelled from the living room, the blonde hurrying in with a concerned look tossed your way at the volume of your shout for her. "qué pasa?" the taller girl asked with a frown as you pretended to look intently at something on your phone screen.
"did you see the news? there is a viral plague of moths in barcelona! they have been eating curtains, fabric furniture, shoes, cotton, polyester-" you looked up at that point and gasped dramatically.
"dios mio mi amor it is too late, they have attacked you!" you pointed as her once genuinely concerned look melted into a displeased glare. the teasing was directed at the fact that her current outfit of choice, a bright pink nike hooded sweatsuit, something the girl often lived in when pottering around your shared home in winter.
but there was something different about this one in the fact that it was, seemingly intentionally, full of holes. all the same size and scattered around every inch of the set.
mind you, you weren't complaining about the slivers of tanned skin which popped out through these holes but you were far too consumed in how amusing it was over anything else.
but your girlfriend clearly did not share that view.
"you are not funny bebé." the blonde grumbled, shoving you to fall back down onto the sofa as you stood and she passed you headed for the kitchen.
"i hope you emailed nike and told them your outfit came damaged amor." you called out with a snicker, squealing as she balled up and threw at you the hand towel she'd just use to wipe her washed hands on and it landed on your head.
"alexia!" you huffed, shooting her a glare now as she simply winked and ducked down, rummaging around in the cupboard beneath the sink for something.
grabbing the damp hand towel before it stained the sofa you rolled your eyes and followed after her, seeing an opportunity as a smile curled onto your lips.
carefully twirling up the hand towel in your hand you walked past the blonde and struck, snapping the towel against her ass with a satisfying crack as she almost fell forward into the cupboard in shock.
"it slipped!" you smiled innocently, tossing it onto the counter as your girlfriend stood and glared you down. "no!" you laughed as she lunged at you, ducking under her arm and racing off as her footsteps sounded quickly after you.
"alexia!" you laughed louder as she caught you, arms snaking around your waist and lifting you into the air before collapsing onto the sofa, twisting around so your back met the cushions and she hovered over you.
"idiota." the blonde tutted, flicking your nose playfully with a shake of her head. "i saw an opportunity and took it mi vida, can you blame me? you'd have done the same!" you smiled reaching up to poke at her own nose as your girlfriend hummed, unable to really argue that point.
"you look good in pink, i miss when your hair matched." you spoke softer, arms wrapping around her neck as her legs settled either side of your hips baring a little more of her weight on top of you.
alexia only smiled at that, leaning down to peck your lips a few times, your hand moving to cradle the back of her head and encourage it deepen a little to which the taller girl paid no objections.
you exhaled and closed your eyes with a happy smile as the blondes lips lazily trailed kisses down your neck now instead, large hands settling on your waist as her thumbs rubbed small circles into your hips.
"can i ask you something cari?" you questioned after a few minutes as her head popped up, nodding down at you curiously. "do you feel...holy today?" you grinned, sticking your finger through one of the tears in the hoodie and poking at her shoulder.
"hey come back, baby!" you laughed as she immediately pushed up and off of you with a scowl and a shake of her head. "the car will be here in five minutes, levántate!" the catalan called over her shoulder before jogging back upstairs.
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"amor." alexia warned as your finger hooked through one of the holes in her back, tracing the tattoos which appeared in tiny slivers. you ignored her, continuing to tug and poke and pull at the holes revealing more and more inked up skin.
"para eso!" the midfielder groaned, hand reaching around her back to push you away. "comportarse." the blonde clicked her tongue, her own fingers looping through the belt loops of the parachute pants you had on and drawing your body into hers.
"its not my fault you're like a big blonde beautiful walking fidget toy." you mumbled into her shoulder, the taller girl looking down at you with a confused frown as you chuckled and repeated the phrase back to her in spanish.
"hola sal!" you called out to your teammate as she arrived, handing off her luggage to be stored as the tall girl greeted you both with a hug. "just get out of bed capitana?" salma grinned teasingly poking at alexia who sighed deeply, pushing you away and making a beeline for the jet as soon as it was called for boarding.
"moths attacked our house, put holes in all her clothing." you tutted with a shake of your head, salma laughing as you fell into step with one another following after alexia into the jet.
you gave your girlfriend a look of mock offence as you sat in the seat directly across from her and she rolled her eyes, kicking her as a slightly smile tugged at the blondes lips and she looked out the window.
declining the offer of a drink from the air hostess you tensed ever so slightly as the engines roared to life, alexia noticing right away knowing you were fine once up in the air but take offs always had you a little apprehensive.
"nena, ven aquí." the girl nudged you with her foot, spreading her legs a little more and tapping her lap, eyebrows knitted together with concern. "estoy bien." you shook your head with a small smile, embarrassed that this still bothered you after so many years.
"bebita." alexia called for your attention again, starting to launch into a story from her childhood as a means to distract you, tapping her foot against yours anytime your eyes would stray toward the window.
your stomach lurched and you death gripped the arm chairs either side of you as the wheels left the tarmac, alexia talking even faster and louder and continuing to keep your gaze locked with hers.
finally the seatbelt sign flicked off and with one final dip of your stomach the plane seemed to settle, now flying smoothly as you exhaled shakily and loosened your grip, muscles relaxing.
again your girlfriend spread a little and tapped her lap, pouting dramatically as you shook your head and with a roll of your eyes unclipped yourself and stood.
"much better." alexia mumbled as you sat down on her lap, kissing your shoulder lazily and relaxing back into her chair. you busied yourself speaking with salma and a few members of the team but eventually you grew bored.
it was barely a two hour flight but you were restless, your girlfriend easily having fallen asleep as you felt the rhythmic rising and falling of her chest behind you.
shuffling a little more so you were wedged into the side of the seat you felt alexia stir but rolled your eyes as still hers remained shut, it astounded you that she never found any struggles with falling asleep at the drop of a hat.
so naturally, you found a way to entertain yourself.
you started off by just counting all the tiny holes in your girlfriends sweatsuit, but when that failed to ease your growing boredom it turned a little more physical, your pointer finger poking in and out of them instead.
"mi amor, stop." alexia mumbled tiredly, hand grabbing your wrist and pulling it away, eyes remaining closed. but of course, you continued, moving from the holes in her arm to the holes along her legs, tugging at them.
"bebita." alexia warned, cracking one eye open and raising an eyebrow as you smiled, pecking her lips and moving to poke at the holes in her hood which was draped over her head, finger digging into her neck.
"no." alexia woke properly now, grabbing your hand and holding it in her much larger one, tugging it down to rest against your leg as her eyes closed again. so naturally with your other hand you continued, poking this time at the holes around her torso.
you felt her jolt beneath you as you prodded at a particularly sensitive part of her ribcage, a strange noise halfway between a snort and a laugh leaving her mouth as you dug in a little harder with a grin.
"no no no amor por favor-" alexia begged as you tugged your other hand free, fingers digging into the tiny tears and poking and prodding causing her to laugh and wriggle beneath you.
though the taller girl with her muscular build quickly regained control over the situation, capturing your hands with her own and pinning them to the arm chairs.
you heard her catch her breath with a slight wheeze, your head slumping back to her shoulder and kissing her cheek before she turned and looked down at you with an annoyed glare.
"i love you." you promised sincerely, watching as a soft smile melted into her features and she let your hands go, lightly smacking your forehead before kissing it and repeating the three words back to you.
"what can i say cariño...my life without you is just, one big hole." you quipped teasingly, sticking a finger through the slit in her hood and jamming it into her ear as she huffed and yanked your hand away.
"alexia!" you squealed quietly as she bit your shoulder, pinching your hip with a shake of her head, her hand coming to grab your jaw so you were locked eye to eye, a slight smirk on the older girls own face.
"bebita i am going to make sure that we leave you behind in paris."
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bloodlineee1 · 4 months ago
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"you gonna let me fuck you with this championship on baby?"
Pairing: Jey Uso x Reader.
Warnings: smut Minors DNI 18+
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"Baby, where you at?" Y/n boyfriend, Jey, yelled downstairs.
He just landed home from California, and he just won his first singles title y/n was very proud and tonight she's gonna show him just how proud of him she was.
"I'm up here baby," she yelled back to him checking her boobs in the mirror and applying more lipgloss.
she decorated their bedroom with black and gold balloons to match his title and a gold sign that said "congratulations" hanging above their bed that had gifts and flower petals spread across it.
he walks into the room with a smile evident wearing his airport outfit and a sweatsuit, his suitcase in one hand and his championship in the other.
"Hey, Mr. Intercontinental Champion." she smiles walking up to him and kissing him.
"wassup baby, all this for me?" he put his arm around her waist resting his hand on her butt and looking into her eyes.
"mhmm I picked you up a few things you deserve it baby" She kisses him once more.
"thank you I appreciate you and I can't wait to see what you got me love, but I ain't talking about my gifts I'm talking about this outfit you wearing." he kisses y/n and smacks her ass.
y/n decided to finally bring out the black lingerie that Jey bought her pairing it with gold Cartier jewelry he gifted for her birthday jey always loves to spoil her and most likely bought her something while on the road even though he just won a championship.
"You welcome baby, you know I had to give you a show after you gave a show last night, Do you like it?" she drags her hand up his growing print staring into his eyes.
"mhmm, you gonna let me take it off you? he bites his lips staring into her soul.
"After a bath and dinner your bath is ready and I'm gonna get started on dinner now" She kissed him y/n was obsessed with his lips she'd never get tired of his kisses.
"you cooking?" he makes a confused face because y/n can't cook for shit.
"Don't worry about just take these clothes off and relax"
"Are you sure cause you know I'm fine with a little waffle house"
"take these clothes off and relax Baby"
"alright, alright"
y/n set the table up while Jey was in the bath she ordered his favorite meal from their local steak house and a bottle of champagne to celebrate his recent success.
30 minutes later
"dinner was nice huh?" y/n massages his shoulders.
"mhm delicious baby" he leans his head back to get a kiss.
"I'm glad you liked it" she kisses him.
"thank you for making me feel special." he closes his eyes, enjoying his massage.
"of course baby, I'm so proud of you, the championship looks sexy on you" y/n drags her hand down his chest to his waist to touch his championship and back up to his shoulders.
"Since I look so good you gonna let me fuck you with this championship on baby?" he looks up biting his lip and staring at her.
"Can we do that?" they laugh.
"They won't know" he smiles.
"Okay come on" she giggles and runs up the stairs.
Jey runs behind her after grabbing his title and taking a gulp of his champagne.
Upstairs
“Mhmm kiss it baby” Jey says towering over with his title around his hips and his dick holding it up.
She kisses his pre-cum cover tip before kissing his title leaving a lip gloss stain.
“Good girl” he grabs her by the neck and leans down to kiss her.
“you've been a good girl all night let Me reward you baby get on the bed."
"Tonight was supposed to be about you, what do you want?"
"I want to make you feel good that's what I want" He starts to kiss down her face, trailing his kisses to her neck slipping his hand into her shorts, and she gasps, feeling him rub against her clit.
"I missed you, you miss me?." He kisses her shoulder, pushing two of his fingers inside of her.
"Oh fuck, so much.." She moaned, throwing her head back.
"This pussy missed me. You hear it?" He grunted, moving his fingers in her quicker.
The sounds of his finger moving her juices around could be heard along with y/n sweet moans.
"Fuck, don't do that." He groaned as she clenched around his fingers.
"Mm, baby fuck." She moaned, rolling her hips on his fingers, and he smirked.
He curved his fingers, reaching her spot and her eyes rolled back.
"Keep your eyes on me." He gripped her neck, forcing her to look at him.
"You so pretty." He bites his lips.
"Don't stop please, oh my godddddd." She cried out, and he drove his fingers into her harder, making her legs shake.
"Look at me," He told her, holding her face.
"Baby I'm cumming." She whimpered.
"No. No, don't cum. Look at me don't make me tell you again." Jey grabbed her neck.
y/n gasped, squirting before she could stop herself.
"Oh my god I'm sorry," She softly cried.
"it's okay baby you deserve it." he kisses y/n forehead.
"thank you Daddy" She puckers her lips for a kiss.
"mhmm get in position mama" he kisses her and smacks her ass.
She lay on her back in a missionary position.
He leaned down and kissed her with more urgency.
The kiss was sloppy as per usual.
Filled with hunger and desire.
He needed to fuck her, as she needed him to fuck her.
He spread my legs before dipping his large cock inside me. My nails dug into his shoulders as he began to stretch my walls.
"damn baby them sharp ass nails." He chuckled, as did she.
When he was fully inside, he held onto her thigh, which was pressed against his side. His other hand gathered y/n wrists and pinned them above her head.
He proceeded to slam into y/n ruthlessly.
A line of noises escaped her lips as he stretched y/n out.
her breathing began to grow heavy and inconsistent.
I grew extremely wet, he could hear how wet y/n was with each thrust.
He dipped his head in the crook of y/n neck, sucking and nibbling on the soft skin.
"You feel so fucking good, mama" He groaned against her skin as his hips moved at a rhythmic pace.
"So fucking tight and wet for me." He mumbled, moving from her neck to kiss her lips, biting and sucking on y/n bottom lip in the process.
I couldn't control the aggressive moans that fell from my tongue.
y/n eyes rolled back when he released her wrists and moved his hand to grip her throat, applying the right amount of pressure to have her walls crumbling.
y/n ears grew hot, and her face was flushed as she neared her orgasm.
"I'm going to cum." y/n cried out, wrapping her arms around his neck.
"Let it go, mama, let it go," he said, slowing down his strokes letting y/n ride out her high and riding his out too releasing inside y/n and falling on top of her.
they both breathe heavily staring into each other's eyes with him still inside of her.
"I'm so proud of you baby you deserve it all" Y/n kissed his shoulder.
"thank you, mama, go pee. I'm gonna make our bath." he picks her up, places her on the toilet, and gives her a kiss.
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t44ovely · 5 days ago
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Meet sam - Jude bellingham
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Description: Jude bellingham x reader, were Jude meets readers dog for the first time and they’re having movie night all three together.
Tw: none that i could name
Word count: 863
A/n: Hi lovelys! Hoping your having good moment, please leave a request into my inbox i would appericiate that!🤍 Also im sorry if you haven’t seen LOTR or don’t like it…i just myself reallyyyy love the films so yeah…❣️ English is not my first language so there might be some spelling errors, you can note about those kindly.🩷
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You’ve been dating Jude for a while almost 6 months and somehow he hasen’t still met your little lifesaver Sam. Your little cocker spaniel, Samwise shes a girl, even tho her name is from Lord of the rings one of the main characters whos a man.
So you decided to invite Jude to your house for a movie night and your of course watching Lord of the rings.
You’re currently making snack tray for both of you, having a little bowl of chips, chocolate, some candy, blueberrys and strawberrys at one bowl and some popcorn. Your taking the tray to your livingroom stetting it down to your coffee table in front of your nice and cozy couch, your going back to kitchen getting some water and apple juice for you and when your walking back to livingroom doorbell gets to your ears.
Sam hears it too and looks at you ”Welll whos that sam? Hhmm, doorbell you know what that means? Judes here, should we go to meet him?” You speak in a sweet way to her, she looks at you with her soft eyes and hops down of the couch heading to the door.
You follow her ”girl lets be nice to him, right? My nice girl” you said to her while taking her in your arms. You open the door and there is your nice looking boyfriend, black sweatsuit with hood on, flowers in his hand and smile on his lips.
”Ohhh hii who are you and why are you almost as cute as my lovely girlfriend, - he says petting sam in his free hand - hi to you too my love how are you?” He says civing you a quick kiss on your lips.
You let him in still sam in your arms, ”im good of course, cause your here and i think shes too, aren’t you my little girl” you say letting her kiss your whole face. You get to look at jude while he looks jealous of that she gets to kiss you, but he dosen’t
He takes his jacket and shoes off to come and greed Sam better, ”Hi little one im Jude her BOYFRIEND and who are you trying to take her from me” he says while he lowers himself so hes facing Sam.
You took Sams feet and play waving as her ”hi Judey nice to meet you, im Sam y/n’s bestfriend and actually i was here before you” you speak like mocking what sam would sound like.
Jude looks at you with very dissapointed face, ”okay i don’t care, but she loves me more im 100% sure, don’t you my love” looking at you, you trying not to laugh while hes looking you so proud and sure face that you would love him more. You just laugh, ”sorry to tell you, but i love her little bit more maybe if you would make me a nice dinner i would love you more” you start walking out of your entry back to livingroom, leaving Jude alone in the entry, you wave him to follow you and he finally does.
You sat to the couch with Sam in your lap ”J, could you give blanket?” Your asking Jude, when hes walking to your livingroom, he nods and takes the blanket which was in a nice basket of yours and gives it to you. ”Thank youuuuuu so much, have sit” you say showing the place next to you.
”Im sorry, but why is she laying on your lap? Thats my place?” Jude ask you trying to push Sam out of his way. ”Hey, hey, hey young man let’s try to share, please” your asking to Jude while pushing his hand away. He looks at you with his little puppy eyes, ”but i would really want to set my head in to your lap and watch this movie with you ALONE” he says highlighting the alone word and looking at Sam, mocking her nose.
You giggle little while shaking your head, ”yeah i know J, but next time we can have the movie night at yours? so she can’t take your place, deal?” you said while closing the cap between your faces giving him quick kiss.
He groans, ”okay, okay, i guess i can share you with her…even tho im her favorite” he says the last part whispering.
You turn to look at him, ”i heard that Jude, your both my favorites, even tho i love her little bit more and that is just, cause i’ve known her longer” you take the remoter and your almost pressing play, ”Can i put the movie on?” you ask looking at Jude whos now petting Sam.
He turns to look at you, ”OH YEAH, sorry shes too soft and cute, i get why you love her” he says looking back to Sam whos still laying on your lap. You just shake your head while pressing the film on.
20 minutes later
”OH NOW I GET! Sams name is from the Lord of the rings!” Jude says looking at you with suprise on his face, you turn you face to look back at him, ”yeah thats why we’re litellarry watching this Jude…” you say kissing him on the lips, he hums into the kiss approving the situation.
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ghostchems · 7 months ago
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papas on hot days 🥵
thank u to @circle--of--confusion for putting this into my head
Primo
this man has the most intense farmers tan you have ever seen
on the hottest days he is enjoying his garden rather than working in it
a lawn chair is set up amidst the foliage and plants himself there for most of the day, taking in satan’s rays
somehow he never burns
him and his assistants spent the night before preparing by making freshly squeezed lemonade from the lemons he’s grown in his garden
he sips his lemonade, sunglasses on and takes in all the work he’s done. a proud papa!
Secondo
if the sun is out his GUNS ARE OUT
BUT in order for him to survive the blistering days he needs to be at the water. good thing there’s an outdoor pool at the Ministry
siblings lower their sunglasses and focus when HE is on the diving board, speedo and muscles and all
Loves spending his time cooling off the in the pool then getting out so warm up again and then repeat
also enjoys looking at the pretty clergy members. maybe there’s some flirting. maybe some manhandling and being thrown into the pool
all in all, this man has FUN in the sun
Terzo
absolutely will not leave the cool indoors if he doesn’t have to
but if he HAS to you know he’s got himself an umbrella to keep in shaded and dark sunglasses on
has a serious love/hate relationship with the sun
on the most blistering of days he can be found deep inside the abbey, perhaps in the catacombs below to be as cool as possible
hates sweating when he’s not performing. messes up his paint and hair!
if there is a nice ray of sun streaming in through a window he *may* enjoy the warm glow for a time…
Copia
poor guy does not know how to dress for the heat. in 100 degree weather he is still in his sweatsuit
happily spends time outside with the siblings and ghouls, sometimes throwing a frisbee atound
but will retreat indoors once he’s sweat through his CLOTHES
burns all the time. no matter how much sunscreen he puts one. the sun doesn’t love him but he doesn’t care!
refuses to go shirtless outside. (doesn’t want to tempt anyone with his figure 🥵 or so he says)
i think he also likes to feel the sun warm his skin. makes him feel closer to Satan
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