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A Healer’s Blunt Teeth - Yan!Capitano x Healer!Reader

(Pt 2 here)

In your homeland, the nation of war, healers are highly valued, highly sought after. This, however, does not grant them autonomy. Traded, won, and bought. That has been your life thus far. Now though, you’ve fallen into the possession of a man you know will never lose a battle.

cw: societal-typical captivity, Yandere-esc behavior, background death, non consensual touching/kissing, sharing a bed (romantic, but not sexual), consensual relationship, brief use of the word ‘master’ until Capitano shuts that down, time skip.

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The sun was relentless, on the battlefield. Glaring down from the horizon, it was blindingly bright. It’s heat was so palpable it warped the rocky terrain around you. Your face, back, legs, all were drenched in sweat. But that wasn’t the worst of it.

The worst part was the smell of the fallen bandits cooking under it.

You choked back a sob as another waft of the scent passed you. Rotting, seared. The battle was over, but didn’t dare to move from the spot behind a jagged rock you’d taken. Quietly, you cursed to yourself, “stupid, fucking—stupid. Gods, archons, fucking, idiotic—”

Idiotic team leader, idiotic fucking team. The scouts were supposed to make sure backup wasn’t within range, the talkers were supposed to intimidate them into to fork over their supplies, and the front liners were supposed to not fucking die should a altercation begin.

Apparently none of them did their job, because the moment swords were drawn, one of them sent a signal to a larger group of Fatui a ways back—the moment their backup arrived marked the start of the bloodshed.

They cut through your group with far too much ease. Trained. You didn’t dare peek out from your hiding place, but you listened to the ‘shirk, shirk, shirk’ as each bandit was double-tapped.

You bit your bottom lip hard, hard enough to draw blood, as footstepped creeped closer.

As a healer, you’d never been afraid of defeat. Even ones that had the entirety of the group you were with dead. But those defeats came at the hands of other Natlan people. Those were people who would spare the healer, finding better uses for you than death. The Fatui? No such promise. Surely they had their own, and in turn, you held no use.

The air was tense, silent, except for your stifled breathing and the click of the rifle as you struggled to load it. You swore internally, fumbling with the damned thing, before you heard a click.

You froze. The click was not from your gun.

“Drop it.” The Fatuus barked. You did so, weapon clattering on the ground, raising your hands in surrender, you kept your head dipped low. Unsteady breaths spilled from your lips.

“Please.” You begged, you weren’t a threat, you prayed they knew that.

One grabbed you, roughly, forcing you to stumble along as you were dragged into the blood smeared slaughter grounds. The sun, glaring in your eyes, made it hard to see. Eventually, the Fatuus shoved you, making you fall to yours knees—which sunk a little into the blood soaked mud under me.

The Fatuus said something, which you didn’t hear between your heavy breathing and rapid heartbeat pounding in your ears. It wasn’t for you—too formal and professional. You lifted your head—

The largest man you’d ever seen. Well, probably a man. Towering, with a helmet that looked like a shark’s metal maw shrouding his face in darkness. The blood pounding in your ears intensified. He was looking at you—he was looking at you—

You dropped your head down immediately, terrified of the man you’d been tossed before. Their leader, undoubtedly. It was a short lived reprice from his fearsome figure, as he soon grabbed your chin, dragging you to your feet and forcing your eyes to meet his void—

“You aren’t a bandit. You’re too scrawny, not toned, and you can’t load a rifle. You are for some sort of utility.” He tilted his head to look down over your body, before his eyes locked onto yours again. “Am I correct?”

“Y-yes—yes sir.” Your chest shook with every heavy breath. “I-I’m their healer.”

“Hm.” He said simply. The hand clasped around your throat and jaw twisted slightly, moving your head and body as he pleased. You let slip a sharp whimper, but didn’t dare say a word. He looked over you, appraising you like one would a horse or a fine good. Trying to determine your value.

“In the Natlan wilds, healers are usually bought, traded around between groups.” He lifted your head a little higher exposing your neck. What was he looking for? “Or taken, when a group died to another. Just one thing from which a victor is entitled to take. Hm. I wonder where you’ve been, healer.”

Too many places. From the moment you showed an innate ability for healing. Traded, won, bought off, defected to. Your knees threatened to buckle beneath you as you met his eyes.

His mask hid all but the slightest trace of blue eyes and a sharp, but you swore you could see the glint of sharp teeth as he dropped out, letting you collapse onto your knees in the dirt.

He turned to his soldiers, with a booming voice yelled; “Kill any left alive, take all supplies of theirs you find.”

Then, he turned back to you, voice quieter, but pleased. You hadn’t moved an inch from where he dropped you.

“What do you think of the cold?”

~~~

Capitano was your new boss. Not the Fatui—Capitano specifically.

You stayed in his tent during the day, and slept in the corner at night. It wasn’t like you were told to sit there, but you’d rather not risk punishment for asking for a bed. You weren’t sure how cruel the Fatui were, how cruel he was.

Besides, it was familiar. Sleeping at the foot of your latest warlord. A decoration when you were not working. Like a fancy vase, or an exotic fur blanket.

He came back to the tent one night, the troops reeling from a small battle. You didn’t know what against, only that he took a seat on the side of his bed, undoing his armor, and turning to you, silently beckoning. You approached, sitting beside him on the bed, beginning to heal his wounds.

You wondered how many had seen under the armor. He was strong, toned, and monstrous. Scars etched out of his back held veiny black scars that had to be from the void, his teeth, at times, seemed shinier than his blades and twice as sharp. His eyes…

Oh his eyes.

There was nothing wrong with them. Not visually, but…

You shuddered as you felt them on you again, your muscles threatening to lock up. Heal, right, you needed to heal him. Don’t disobey, don’t refuse, don’t show fear.

“Calm down.” He commanded, and you suddenly realized how your limbs were shaking.

“Apologies, master.” You took a small breath, forcing your hands to move steadier across his ribs. A gash, probably from some rifthounds. They’d been hunting the abyss deeper into the mountains.

“Hm.” He said simply.

He never showed any pain as you fixed him, despite healing—against most people’s assumptions—being no pleasurable experience. You wondered if he even staggered when the beast cut through flesh. You wondered how many he killed before one landed the lucky shot.

Scars faded, having curled up into themselves until they dissapeared, you pulled your hands back. You were on his bed, on your knees as he sat on the edge, legs planted on the floor. You were practically under his arm, in order to gain access to his ribs, but you didn’t move away, and wouldn’t. Not until he dissmissed you.

“Done?” He asked, voice even. Gods, did he even feel any of it?

“Yes, master.”

“Good.” He inclined his head slightly. A thanks. You, nervously, lips parted slightly, looked up to him, taking a second to glance at his maskless face. Was… was he going to dismiss you, or?

He met your gaze, and this time you could not stop your limbs from locking up. You felt like a rabbit, with the eyes of a wolf locked onto you.

He lifted a hand, his fingertips abyssal, dipped in black ink. Gently, he cupped your cheek. The little gasp you gave was one of fear, but he didn’t seem to mind.

Once again, he considered you, tilting and moving your head as he liked. “You’ve done well.”

If you could speak, you’d thank him. Call him master as the others you’ve served prefer, maybe bow your head. But no. Something in you, needed desperately, to remain very, very, still.

“You’ve served me well, for weeks, now. Not a whisper of what I look like among my men, not a peep of disobeyal from you. You haven’t so much as asked for a bed. I must wonder what has happened for you to be so… tamed.”

You said nothing.

“I think I could take you to the most beautiful place in Teyvat, and you wouldn’t dare ask to step outside my tent, instead awaiting my own permission. Hm.”

He tilted you head to the side, exposing your neck. This time, you began to shake. You’ve seen his teeth at times, they could tear your head free from your body—

“Captain?” You pleaded.

“Shhh. I’m not hurting you.” He whispered, you felt it more than you heard it, his hot breath across your skin. “Remain good and you can sleep in my bed tonight.”

He… kissed you. Your brain almost short circuited when his lips dipped down to your neck. It was gentle, even when sharp canines nicked your skin.

Slowly, your body relaxed, and he pulled you closer, he kissed your neck, like a lover. A reverent one. Before you knew it, you were sitting on his thigh, whimpering as he placed a hickey high on your neck, one not able to be hidden. Between your beating heart and his… affection, he stopped for mere moments, not to breath or take respite, but instead to murmur soft nothings, “good,” “thank you,” “my healer,”, before he planted another kiss somewhere new.

His attention continued on for far too long, you weren’t sure what to do with yourself, or where this was going.

“Master…” you said, panting, it took everything in you to not bury your head in his shoulder and bite your lip. You felt deeply embarrassed. This wasn’t the first time a member of the people you’d been claimed by paid… special attention to you. But it was

“Captain. You will call me captain.”

“Captain.” You forced out, softly. “Can…”

He waited, not kissing your skin as you figured out how to work your tongue. It would better, right? To be with him than against. A healer alone is doomed. You thought for a moment, before quietly speaking.

“Can I kiss you too?”

“Yes.” He growled out, far too fast. A little aggressive, but, okay—you lowered your head, planting your own kiss on his neck, as gently as you could.

He groaned a bit, the vibrations of it tangible against your lips. “Bite down.”

For a moment, your brain short circuited. What?

“Bite.”

Well then. Slowly, nervously, you sank your teeth into his skin.

His hand cupped the back of your head—archons you swore there were claws on them—and pressed your head a bit further down, forcing you to bite down harder.

The sound that forced its way from his throat was guttural, not quite a growl, but deeply animalistic and satisfied.

“Good… healer. Good.” He huffed out. The hand left the back of your head, and you took that as permission to release the crux of his neck from your teeth.

You couldn’t help but be shocked at the sight you left. A perfect set of teeth marks against his neck, little beads of blood dotting it. If you hadn’t seen it yourself a few times, you wouldn’t be sure he could bleed. At least, bleed red. He held himself like a god among men, and his soldiers seemed to put him on a similar pedistool.

Your mind circled back to his previous praise. Good. You did well, he was happy with you. You wondered if you would be allowed to sleep in his bed tonight. You wondered if he’d let you refuse.

Realizing he’d been silent for a time, you glanced at him, cold, icy eyes glittering behind lax eyelids. He was watching you.

Your chest was heaving despite the little effort it took, but his breathing was strangely calm, rhythmic.

You felt a hand run through your hair, you closed your eyes and bit your lip.

“It’s late. Sleep in my bed, should you like.” He said simply, and you opened your eyes. His hand was still in your hair, and you’d never felt so calm in his presence.

“Alright.” You spoke, the sound barely a breath.

You slept in his bed that night, his arm around your midsection. You felt like the woman in a painting with a name you forgot. She lounged within a lion's den, resting her head against one’s chest, sleeping beside an apex predator.

~~~

Capitano’s time in Natlan was coming to a close. And in turn, yours was as well.

You laid lazily on the strategy table, your head and chest slumped forward into your arms. Under you, a map of Teyvat, with various pins and marks. The path home. Capitano had been pouring over it even after his generals left, marking it every once in a while, or muttering to himself. You’d been waiting for him to finish for hours now.

For all his animalisticicity, his libido was strangely low. Even after months of his physical attention—kisses, bites, sharing a bed—it took you initiating for him to grant you anything. You were happy for this, you supposed. But it did make him difficult to manipulate, unlike many other men who’d oblige after you puffed out your cleavage and bit your lip.

So, you had to resort to other methods.

“Captain… I’m tired.”

“Sleep then. I’ll carry you back when I finish.” He didn’t look at you.

“At the table? Darling…”

“You were the one that wanted to come to this meeting.”

“Yes, the meeting. Not the… what is this? Were the plans your generals made not sufficient?”

“I’m merely going over them again.”

“Alright.” You weren’t getting what you wanted. Not yet. “Perhaps I should walk back to the tent.”

His body shifted slightly, an action that on him, was like the moving of glaciers, heavy and lumbering. “You stay by me.”

It was a reminder, a weighty one. You did not have to be his lover, but you were his healer, taken by right of combat. The only right that mattered in Natlan. He held dominion over you either way.

You did not have to be his lover, but god was life easier that way.

“Sorry.” You sunk back into your arms, feigning just enough sadness and remorse to make him uncomfortable, even if he was visibly still as a mountain.

“You know you are not allowed to move through the camp alone.”

“I do. I just forgot, the last few chieftains I served didn’t bother overseeing my location or sleeping arrangements.” You lied. They did. Very closely in fact. You were a goddamn healer by blood, very expensive in the country of war. You slept at their feet or in their beds, sometimes in chains. But such facts did not serve you in that moment. “This… supervision is new to me.”

He sighed, setting down his quill. “I suppose this is done. We can return to the tent.” He moved around the table, coming up behind your chair before sweeping you into his arms. Hook. Line. Sinker.

“My legs function, Capitano. I assure you.”

“They did not seem to this morning.”

“I’m a healer, I can deal with some strained muscles.” You bantered back.

“Oh, so me bringing you breakfast was simply a ploy of yours?”

“Of course it was, surely you realized.” You grinned into his shoulder, taunting. “And healing takes time, imagine what the soldiers would say seeing me struggle to walk, coming out from your tent?”

“Hm.”

“Anyways, I said I could walk.”

“I wonder, do you ever accept the fact you may not get what you want? Or must you claw at me until I indulge you?”

“With walking?” You grinned, finding a stance you could sink your teeth into. “Are you afraid I may run?”

“Do you think you could escape?” Capitano met your question with one of his own.

You hummed, eyes closed with a soft smile, not bothering to indulge him until he answered you first.

Your eyes shot open as the warm metal of his gauntlet tilted your head up by the chin. He looked over your neck, scarred with the symbols of his love, and gave a content, “Hm. No.”

You rolled your eyes, a little insulted. “I could escape if I liked.”

“Of course, my healer.”

You pouted as he let go of you, your face falling down into his shoulder again.

“Fear not though, my healer.” His voice had a rasping, growling edge to it, making your body shiver in the Natlan heat. “There will never be anything to run from.”

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Just a little thing! Hope y’all liked it <3

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anzulvr · 8 months ago

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May I request Karma with a fashionsta s/o? They love dressing up, makeup, jewellery, and are super trendy?

Can it be written like a fic and not headcanons?

I love your work, and take your time lovely!! ☆•☆!!

Karma x Fashionista Reader (2 mini stories, both separate from one another!)

. ˚◞ ✧ You said like a fic I hope a double one-shot is okay ˘͈ᵕ˘͈ sorry this took so long I've been drowning in work and haven't had time for writing ´ˎ˗ I really appreciate how you always like my post it means a lot! ✧. ˚◞

— Story 1) Online Shopping

You have been scrolling through online stores for half an hour now.

With no understanding of personal space, Karma hovers over your shoulder trying to catch a glimpse of your screen.

"You're so heavy, get off meee..."

“Don't you have those shoes already?”

"No. I have them in black but the pink and white variation is so cute!"

He raises his eyebrows in confusion, "Same difference to me."

You sigh "Yeah 'cause you wear the same things most days."

He spoke, "I'm only lazy about it because I don't want to outshine you."

"I just love how humble you are. Ah you distracted me, the shoes are sold out now."

You laugh lightly shoving him off your shoulders, "There's no way to make it up to me! Well actually you could-"

"I'm not giving you my console [Name]."

"Worth a shot... if I can't have your console I want to dress you up!"

He thinks it over for a second and gives in to your hopeful smile, "Alright, but no hair gel."

You rush up the stairs "Deal! I’ll go get the stuff!”

A week later, the shoes you wanted were delivered to your doorstep. Karma didn't tell you, but you knew he was the one who bought them for you.

— Story 2) Makeup

“This looks weird on me, maybe I should give it to Rio? It would suit her." You frown as you grab a wipe to remove the lip-liner off, You realize it's about time you stop buying from influencer advertisements.

His eyes move down to your lips, "I think it's pretty on you?"

"Don't lie to me."

Karma deadpans "Fine then it's ugly."

You push his cheek away playfully, "Wow I appreciate the honesty."

"I was kidding! It looks good."

"I'm sure you think so."

Without missing a beat and as if to make a point, he kisses you and you can feel his smile growing wider on yours.

When he moves away from your face; you burst out laughing at his stained lips.

"Why does it look nicer on you?!"

He wipes his mouth and shrugs, "I can make anything work."

He grabs the pencil in an attempt to re-line your lips himself.

He mumbles “this looks easy enough.”

He moves back to admire his line work "You're just not used to it, but you look cute either way."

Safe to say these are your new favorite lip products.

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marchsfreakshow · 3 months ago

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Tying Warren up is one thing right? So is playing with a dildo you bought yourself.

Why not have a bit of fun with the two things?

(this is absolute filth I apologise.)

18+! MINORS DNI. READ MY SFW WORKS

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"oh fuck this is torture.."

"no it isn't.." you chuckled back, watching Warren squirm and struggle under the ropes you tied him up with. He looked so pretty, squirming around at the head of the bed, hands behind his back and his feet also behind him. Sitting prettily on his knees, until he couldn't help himself and he fell to his side. Which honestly you couldn't stop yourself from giggling about. It was quite cute. Watching your 'tough' and 'rugged' boyfriend become a mess under the tight beige rope. The fibre dug into his skin with every tug and pull, only to have no luck. Fuck, you could've cum right from the sight.

Instead, you took your pleasure out on the dildo you had bought yourself. Same length as Warren, so you knew it would fit. Bending over near the edge of the bed, exposing yourself right in front of Warren's face. Holding the end of it and making the thrusts slow, agonizingly slow for the man behind you. Occasional whimpers leaving you, maybe a curse here and there. Every time you slid the fake dick into you, the lewd sound of lube squelched around you. Maybe mixed in with whatever wetness you currently had up until this point.

Warren groaned out whenever he felt like it. What wonderful torture. His own porn in front of him. But no, he just had to deal with the throbbing in his underwear still. It got achingly hard quickly. Desperate to be touched. At this point you could've just placed your tongue on Warren's cock and he would've come. Every throb made his underwear tug tighter. Fuck it was painful at this point. "Fuck babe. Please. Literally one touch...one touch is all I need."

"not until I've cum."

You eventually sat up, holding onto the base of the fake cock and riding it. Adding to Warren's torture, you kept facing away from him. He hated reverse cowgirl, so this wasn't what he had in mind. Warren loved seeing your eyes. How they went glossy and blank with every thrust up into your sweet cunt. With every tightening squeeze of your wet walls around his dick. Watching you come apart for him and the pleasures.

The lack of moaning wasn't helping. I mean, sure it did kind of depending, and you were pretty much silent if you were fucking yourself. But Warren preferred the whimpering, groaning and screams that he managed to rip from your lips from time to time. So, only seeing the dildo get more and more slick, with not much else...god he could've died. Pre-cum only contuined to stain Warren's boxers, making the pain of the pleasure you were giving yourself worse.

What the perfect way to start the evening.

Eventually coming to a stop, and sitting yourself down on your bed. Catching your breath, eventually you looked back at Warren with a grin. Oh he hated this. "Fuck when you let me out of these.."

"you're gonna what?" Turning yourself around, you crawled a few paces until your face was right by the very obvious hard-on. You knew he was holding back on a cringy one liner that you would've rolled your eyes at which always made him chuckle.

"fuck you. Hard." Instead of a verbal reply to the filth leaving Warrens lips, you simply pulled his boxers down a little. His hips instinctvely going up to help you bring the fabric down. Cock slightly red and throbbing still at the tip, resting against his stomach. So wet with pre-cum. Any touch probably would've killed Warren, that much was obvious when you wrapped your fingers around the base of him. How much pre could one man dedicate himself too? "Ohh fuck babe please. Please...just. jesus.." Hearing the man beg for you this way was a rarity but god it felt good.

Keeping your eyes up on his eyes, you enveloped the tip around your lips. Warren's hips instantly bucking up to push more of himself into your mouth, down your throat. Widening eyes as you pulled yourself back, coughing a little at the sudden urgency in his thrust up. "Fuck sorry..sorry babe." Warren wasn't really that sorry. You'd done this before, keeping your mouth in place while he fucked your throat like it was the last day on earth. Instead, you raised an eyebrow and took as much of him in your mouth as possible. Hollowing out your cheeks, screwing your eyes shut as Warren's insistent thrusts went down your mouth over and over. A desperate man, aching for a quick release.

That 'quick' release, certainly was quick. Warren had only given a few needy thrusts before your mouth filled to the brim with his cock and his come. Shot open eyes as you pulled yourself away quickly, swallowing whatever you could and coughing out the rest. "Oh fuck..okay.. I'm good to be released now right?"

Oh no. This was far from over.

"Babe?"

And without any warning, you went straight back, licking up the remains that dribbled down his dick. His hips jerking slightly from overstimulation, only followed by quiet, pathetic whimpering and whining of your name.

This was only going to continue until you were satisfied.

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97linelover · 8 months ago

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Versace on the floor. - Kim Mingyu

18+ / mdi

summary: You´re sure of one thing, leaving the house with your Fiancé in a Suit, will lead to a steamy night.

content: Fiancé Mingyu x Reader, slight angst, fluff ,smut , small fight

wc: 2.8k

a/n: I listened to versace on the floor and suddenly had this idea.

Walking out of the Bedroom, your heels were clinking against the gray marble floor. You were dressed in an Emerald green satin dress; thin straps were complementing your shoulders; and a Diamond necklace was decorating your neck. Your hair was in a beautiful bun, only two strands out at the front, and your makeup was simple except for the slightly winged liner and red lips.

"The car is already here" The voice of your Fiancé rang through your eyes and you grabbed the clutch grabbing your phone "Can we take a picture Gyu?" you said "Yes, one moment love" he said, and you heard the glass and the fridge.

Guessing he put back the wine you two were drinking earlier.

When you heard his steps, you looked up. Your mouth started watering he wore a black suit, under his blazer there was a matching tie to your dress.

Mingyu's love habit was matching clothes, but not the cliché clothes. You remember how he came home with this dress and told you that he bought it at Versace. He loved to spoil you. He had the proudest smile on his face.

You always told him to stop buying those things but he always told you, that you only deserve the best and that he wants to spend his money on his favorite person.

"You look breathtaking Y/N" a soft smile played around your lips "You look handsome yourself" your thumb opened the Camera app and you stood in front of the mirror. His tanned hand sneaked around your hip and you smiled brightly meanwhile he looked down at you, smiling slightly.

It was your favorite Pose, a pose that made your heart flutter.

"I can't wait to take this dress off you tonight" He whispered in your ear and you quickly put the phone away coughing "alright, time to go, you can't let the CEO wait" You quickly regained your posture.

He grinned and guided you down to where the black SUV was waiting.

Inside the car Mingyu rested his large Palm on your thigh and you smiled at him "You look so good tonight" Your voice was a whisper, and he leaned down, connecting your lips in a soft kiss "You're the one to talk baby" he smirked against your lips. Your hand was on his trained thigh, softly squeezing, what made him groan.

When you two started Dating, you told him that one of your biggest fetish were thighs, trained thighs. Every time you both had sex you were squeezing his thighs, when you both worked out, and he was only in his shorts, you needed to calm your breath and try to calm down.

Over time, his thighs became his weak spot, because he knew how they turned you on, and just the thought of it made him go crazy.

"Okay, we need to stop before this escalates" You giggled and pulled back, and he leaned his head against his headrest, closing his eyes "You make me fucking crazy".

"I know and you do the same to me" you said softly and smiled.

The car door opened, and Mingyu got out first, helping you get out. You walked up the red stairs where the photographers were standing. Mingyu put his arm around your hip to pose, and you smiled shyly. You hated this, but this is just the life of being engaged to Kim Mingyu, the right Hand of the CEO of Lee Lawyers.

The biggest Law Firm in Seoul.

Mingyu kissed your cheek softly "Let's go inside," he said, smiling, and guided you carefully inside. The hand on your lower back made your heart flutter. Such a simple gesture, but sometimes the smallest things are just enough.

"I'll get us something to drink love" he pecked my cheek and walked towards the bar. The ballroom was crowded; everywhere were people talking and laughing, your feet were dragging you to the quieter corner "Y/N!"You turned around when Lee Jin came walking towards you.

"You look lovely, my dear; Mingyu did a perfect job with this dress." He took your hand and kissed the back of it "Thank you Jin! Mingyu is just getting some drinks, and then he will be yours," you said sheepishly, and he smiled. "Tonight is his special day, so he should be with you!"

"His special day?" you were confused. Mingyu came back to you and gave you the glass of champagne. "Did you not tell your soon-to-be wife the good news?" he chuckled and you took a sip of the champagne. "ah no not-" "Then Jin, why don't you tell me what the good news are?" you said, smiling sweetly.

Mingyu directly went quiet.

He knew you were curious.

"You know, my dear, Mingyu will be the next CEO. I'll retire this month, and it was clear from the beginning that Mingyu will be the new CEO." Your heart dropped.

"Wow.." you said breathlessly, "and when did you two decided that?" Mingyu could feel that you were getting disappointed. "He signed the Contract two weeks ago". You slightly gasped.

"Well that's amazing, Jin. You really need to enjoy your time with your wife and Kids so taking a step back was the perfect decision." You gulped down the champagne. "If you'll excuse me, I need to use the restroom." You turned around, hurrying towards the exit as fast as your silver Jimmy Choo could carry you.

God you were Happy for him. Finally, finally his hard work paid off; his 70-hour weeks were finally taking serious. But he did not tell you about this; he knew about it for two weeks, maybe before that, and he did not think about talking to you about this topic.

You are his fiancé, the woman he wants to marry next year, and he just signed a contract without your knowledge, which pissed you off. You asked him when your work wanted to promote you, and you both decided if this would be okay for your relationship.

"Y/N, Baby, please wait a moment!" His steps were behind you, and he grabbed your arm softly. You twirled around and bumped against his chest. "Gyu I want a moment to calm down," you whispered. "I know, but I need to tell you that I wanted to tell you, but I did not find the right situation.

"Every situation would've been right Mingyu" you whispered, and he winced when you called him by his full name, "I'm all about honesty; you know that. I want you to trust me; tell me everything, I'm your partner Gyu." He pulled you closer.

"You are my person Y/N! But I wanted to suprise you fuck. I mean I finally got us the life we dreamed of" you smiled sadly "your life Gyu, the life you dreamed of" His heart sank at your words.

"I know everything you do, you do it for us but I don't want the money I want you, more time with you and I'm afraid this will change".

His fingertips lifted my chin "You are always my priority baby, and I won't lie to you, the first months will be stressful but after that I'll try my best to be there for you!" he seemed so genuine.

You looked up and softly kissed him. "I am really happy for you, my love, but tonight you're not the one in charge," you whispered, and he smiled. "Fuck, I love you, but you will be sorry for being a little brat tonight,you know I´m always in charge" he whispered.

Oh you could not wait . -

When they were seated at the table, they listened to the speeches: "and the award for the Employee of the year goes tooo... KIM MINGYUU" you jumped up, clapping "ah my baby" you said while hugging him, and he smiled as he walked upstairs. "This means so much to me," he said. "without Mr. Lee, I would've never made this, and with my beautiful fiancé by my side,".

You smiled brightly and clapped. He then walked down and talked to Jin, you watched him with loving eyes and your eyes wandered around his body, how his shoulders looked in this suit, and suddenly you wanted to go home.

You grabbed your phone with a smirk and went on Spotify taking a screenshot of Versace on the floor by Bruno Mars.

'Y/N: this could be you as soon as we go home ;)´

She watched every move Mingyu made and smirked when he pulled his phone out of his pocket. His eyes widened slightly, but he quickly regained his posture.

His eyes looked for yours and you bit your lips when you saw how dark his eyes were.

He said something to the people he was talking to and then went over to you. "We go home now" he said inside your ear in a low, husky voice, and you felt your panties dampen.

He grabbed your clutch, and you hurried behind him. For your luck, there was no one stopping you, and when you got inside the black van, the driver closed the door. "Home, Mr. Kim?""Yes please"

Mingyu closed the window so that it was blacked out. "You knew I would leave them standing there, when you sent me this text, right?" Your sparkling eyes were making him crazy

"I hoped for it because god Gyu you look so good tonight, and I want you" you said while your palm was stroking his thigh softly. He grabbed your hand "no you get to wait until we are home so be a good girl" he grinned rubbing his bulge over his black slacks.

"Gyu that's not fair." Your voice was weak; you felt yourself leaking. "But was it fair to text me this while I was talking to some clients?" He opened his zipper, pulling out his hardened cock, not fully hard.

But his tip was swollen and you groaned. His dick was beautiful, smooth and tanned, the first time you saw it you directly went down on him because it was so inviting.

His veiny hand was taking a hold of it, pumping up and down a few times, leaning his head back "fuck" he groaned, and you let out a whine. "Gyu" you were frustrated, and he looked at you with his deep brown eyes.

He put his dick back inside his boxer shorts. "Later, baby," he said and the car came to a halt. You quickly went out, and Mingyu walked up the porch, opening the door and holding it open for "thank you" You walked past him inside the kitchen grabbing the cold bottle of wine he put there this morning.

"So should we celebrate your new position Mr. CEO?" You asked while pouring the wine into your glass, you felt his gaze not leaving you for one second.

"You're testing my patience babygirl" he said while walking towards you while you sipped on your red wine, he took the glass out of your hand and gulped the rest down. "You're not in charge baby, don't forget that" he whispered in your ear while leaving wet kisses along your neck.

His signature perfume is reaching your nostrils.

You felt his palm pulling you closer so that his broad chest was everything you felt.

Mingyus body was out of this world.

"I wanted to start slow baby but you're teasing did not amuse me" His voice was deep, his deep dominant voice. Your core started clenching, and your breathing was fast.

"I really loved you in that dress" he said while turning you around. Your hands catch you at the counter; he did not waste time and unzipped it, basically ripping it from your body.

"Gyu that was so expensive" you whined "I don't care; I would buy you millions of these if it meant I can rip them off your body"

"And you were the one sending those stupid lyrics... you wanted the Versace on the floor"

He knew exactly what to say.

And when you were left in your black Lacey thong, he licked his lips. Before you, he was a tits guy but with you he can't decide.

He bend you over the marble kitchen counter "Arms behind your back baby" he demanded and you did. He took his tie off and tied your hands.

Not only that, but he ripped the thong apart and you scoffed "I swear all off my clothes will be gone soon"

"I'll take you shopping tomorrow"

You could hear his zipper, and shortly after you felt him at the entrance, 3 months ago, you decided to go raw because you both thought if you got pregnant, it would be just right.

But you both don't push it.

"Come one CEO fuck me already" you said while wiggling your ass a bit.

"I'll fuck you baby, I'll fuck you until your lungs give out" and with that, he pushed inside you a loud moan escaped your lips. "Fuck gyu"

He pulled on the tie while thrusting in and out of you; his pace was unreal; he made you scream his name and it was just a quick fuck. By tomorrow, your voice will be gone.

"Gyu yes, right there fuck" you whined balling your hands behind your back into fists. "I want you to come, babygirl; scream my name" he said, and slapped your ass.

That little detail brought you over the edge and shortly after he pulled "on your knees@ he said. You knew he was close so you quickly obeyed opening your mouth, he jerked his dick and looked down at you, his shirt was open, his blazer gone.

His look had something so filthy to it, he did not undress only his tanned chest and cock peeking out.

His shirt sleeves were rolled up and the hand that fisted his cock was complimented by a gold Rolex. Mingyu screamed classy and hot all together and he was yours.

His hair was slightly longer and wavy.

"such a filthy slut you are" he groaned "only yours" you moaned while opening your mouth again.

"Fuck.. god" he groaned while spilling into your mouth.

You swallowed and got up still in your heels "fuck my feet hurt" you sighed and he softly lifted you on to the marble counter.

He took your feet in his hand "why didn't you tell me love" he opened the small buckle while putting them on the floor "it fitted the scenario" you shrugged and he laughed "god your unbelievable" he said while taking off the other shoe.

He kissed your foot softly and you looked at him.

"I definitely catched the best fish out there" you grinned and he smiled showing off his vampire teeth you loved "I love you so much" he kissed you while lifting you up.

You wrapped your legs around his torso and he walked inside the bathroom.

The night did not finish with one orgasm, he started eating you out on the bed and later in the shower. He fucked you countless times.

One thing Mingyu took always care of was making you cum, he never missed a chance to bring you an orgasm. Your ex partners always put themselves first. But he had joy just watching you come undone because of him.

You were sitting on his lap, his chest was illuminated by the moon and the lamp from your nightstand, his chest was decorated with read lip prints of you and he looked at you softly stroking your arm, the goosebumps on your body were out of this world.

"Wait" you grabbed your phone "I need to take a photo of you, this looks so beautiful" you said while opening the camera app.

He did not look at the camera but he looked at you, his brown eyes sparkled and he smiled, his white teeth on display and his after sex hair making him look like the highest paid model.

He grabbed your phone laughing and snapping a picture of you, your hair was covering your nipples, but you looked fucked out, cheeks flushed, red lipstick long gone and your mascara all over the place, but you looked happy, you looked genuine happy and that was what Mingyu loved.

He turned the camera in to selfie mode and pulled you down kissing you softly.

He put the phone away and continued kissing you "so you want the venue in Italy?" He whispered "we did not visit it yet Gyu" you said while kissing along his jaw.

"We can fly there and look at it, maybe look for a few more there" he stroke your hair and you looked up "but will the wedding night end with Versace on the floor?" A playful smile on your lips.

"Mhm we can kiss till we're naked" he suggested.

"Then Italy it'll be" you muttered while sitting straight up grinding your hips.

"Such a tease" he grinned turning you both over, kissing your thighs until he reached your core "you're obsessed Kim" you said while letting out a moan.

"Only with my wife" he said grinning and you both reached another high this night.

#seventeen #seventeen angst #kpop #au #gyu #mingyu imagines #mingyu #smut #svt

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bouquet-of-flow3rs · 1 month ago

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!Pairing: Jay x reader!

Genre: fluff

Warnings: suggestive themes, reader loves dressing up.

Synopsis: You and Jay get ready for date night. On your 3rd anniversary.

[A/n: I wrote this at 2 in the morning during soft hours but I think its adorable!]

It's date night.

You adore date night, and not just because you get to go out on cute little dates no. But because you get all dolled up! Oh and also because you get to see your handsome boyfriend, but mostly because you get to wear cute little dresses and pretty shoes. Is that a very stereotypical thing to do? Yes, but you don't care. Especially not when you get to wear a stunning white, satin dress.

Today is a special day for you and Jay because you see it's your 3-year anniversary, and you and he plan to dine at one of the fanciest restaurants in all of Seoul, which happens to be run by one of Jay's father's friends. This man is a masterful chef with incredible kitchen skills. You've heard stories from Jay's mother that this is the man who taught Jay what he knows about cooking and your man is an amazing cook, you should know he loves to cook for you, you've tried cooking but whenever you do it ends with chaos, whether that be a burnt mean that is unrecognizable, or starting a tiny fire. After many incidents, Jay banned you from the kitchen and has practically become your personal chef.

But back to date night you and Jay are getting ready in your shared room, him being in the ensuite bathroom taking a shower, while you sat at your vanity doing your makeup, you wanted your dress and jewelry to be the focus point of your look for the night so you settled with a minimal look with a hint of glitter for eyeshadow, after completing your look it was time for you to pick a lip color, you weren't sure which of your collection to go with, should you chose a luxury brand or perhaps a drugstore one? You decided to go with one of your many luxury branded lipsticks, truthfully you didn't wear a lot from your extensive collection you only bought them because you liked the packaging or received them as gifts courtesy of your wonderful boyfriend, you decided to pick a color that is similar to your natural lip shade but makes your lips appear more juicy, before applying it you dig through all of your lip liners and find one to compliment it well, after linking your lips you finally apply the lipstick and as you stare at the masterpiece on your face you are happy with the shade you chose.

Once done with the makeup look you move onto your hair, you can hear the water shut off and the shower curtain being moved. You focus back onto yourself ignoring the blaring sound of the blow-dryer being turned on as well as the music Jay is blasting from your bathroom's speakers. You decide to add slight curls to your [H/l] hair but keep them relatively lose, you too have your own music playing and the the song currently playing distracts you as you pretend your curling iron is a microphone to sing along to the catchy lyrics of Beabadoobea's ‘Glue Song’ A song that has always reminded you and your boyfriend, as you finish curling the first layer you are thankful to hear the blow-dryer turn off and your boyfriend cut off his music before exiting the bathroom, from your vanities mirror you see hot steam escape into your room, you place your curling iron onto its hot plate turning around to see your boyfriend enter your room in one a towel that is hung low on his lips accompanied by a towel wrapped around his neck, he still has drops of water rolling down his torso as he walks past you and over to your shared wardrobe opening the left side which is his, at seeing him you immediately begin to wolf whistle making him chuckle and shake his head, “Damn, babe you're looking good.” You admire him as he slips on a pair of dress pants, after sliding those on he once again walks past you but not before placing a delicate kiss on the top of your head, “Thank you gorgeous.” He smirks out watching your flushed face, as you eye him from the reflection.

Once your hair is done you make sure to shake out the curls so they are more natural looking, you pull out a hand mirror from a drawer to make sure the back of your hair looks okay, and once you see it does you blow a kiss yourself in the mirror before standing from your vanity and making your way to the wardrobe to pull out your new white, satin dress.

You take it out of its dress bag and unzip it before taking it off of the hanger, you slip into it but can't quite reach the back of it to zip yourself up, “Jay, baby can you help zip me up?” You call out for him and he emerges from the bathroom with a black button-up, dress pants buckled with a fancy belt. And his hair is freshly styled.

“Oh my god, how did I get so lucky..” You breathe out gawking at the man in front of you. Jay takes small steps towards you admiring all the effort you put into yourself for him, truthfully you are beautiful to him no matter what but seeing you in a stunning white dress makes him dream of your future together. “Oh dove, you look stunning.” He remarks gazing at you tenderly. “Thank you, my love.” You smile dreamily.

“Can you please help zip me up?” You question turning around and moving your hair out of the way. He trails his hands down your exposed back making you shiver at his touch and making you can't help but want more. Eventually, his hands trail down to where your zipper is located as he slowly drags it up your dress, he uses one hand to zip it up the other leaving longing touches across your exposed neck and shoulder area before eventually sliding down to hold your waist, once he's zipped you up he leaves open mouth kisses along your neck, you can feel his tongue brush against you with ever kiss he places, you hum at the feeling before spinning around and wrapping your arms around his neck as his hands drop to capture your waist “as much as I'd love to continue this, I'd really love some dinner.”

You express playfully leaving kiss marks all over his face “Anything for you my [Y/n].” He responds placing a kiss to the tip of your nose, making your heart do backflips. “Happy anniversary Jay.” You whisper leaning your forehead against his “Happy anniversary my love.”

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tvgals · 2 years ago

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⛤ MHA BOYS AND THEIR EARTHY GF !

ft.- kirishima, bakugo, deku, rody (i will never get over him), and todoroki <3

cw- black reader! fem bodied! reader - enjoy <3

⛤ KIRISHIMA EIJIROU

ejirou looks at you in awe. how can someone look so…beautiful? you can only giggle. “baby, whatcha lookin’ at?” you ask, smiling. “just the prettiest girl i’ve ever seen..” he coos, watching you put in your bamboo hoop earrings, your bracelets clacking with each movement..

“you’re so mushy, eiji’.” you chuckle, standing up from your desk to look for a slate green headscarf you’d previously thrown somewhere. “how can i not be when i have the most perfect girl in the world?” he gushes, a toothy grin in his face, hand on his cheek, pushing the top of it to his eyes. you grab your scarf off of the floor and you take the xl hairtie from around your wrist and pull your soft locs into a ponytail, then you wrap the scarf around, the knot in the front. “you’re like magic. all the stuff you’re able to do is incredible..”

⛤ KATSUKI BAKUGO

“orange. wear orange today please.” katsuki mutters from your bed. you’re currently walking all over the room, your incense in hand. “why orange kats?” you inquire, stubbing out in incense into your brown ashtray. “because..ya’ look good in orange.”

“maybe i will. might even wear the stack of necklaces you bought me the other day.” you reply, stacking your rings atop of one another before plopping in the bed next to katsuki. “don’t mess up y’ makeup…looks really nice today.” the blonde says, a sparkling being oh so faint in his pretty crimson eyes. “thank you babe.” you grin — leaning over to kiss his cheek.

⛤ RODY SOUL

“hi princess, whatcha doin?” rody drawls, walking into your poster filled room. “my makeup. what’s up?” you look up at him, big doe eyes filled with love.

“went to the thrift today. i know how you said it was better than shopping online and stuff. so i went there.” he says, holding out a bag that’s almost half the size of him.. “really? you didn’t have to get all of this! how much did it cost?” you almost immediately drop your lip liner when you see the bag filled with maxi skirts and tote bags and crop tops. “just $48 and some change. can’t wait for you to try it on sweets.”

⛤ IZUKU MIDORYIA

“love? where’re you?” your emerald haired boyfriend shouts from the living room. for a second, he sits in silence, the faint noise of afro beats hitting his ears. you must be reading. izuku kicks his shoes off and walks into you two’s shared bedroom to see you — stomach on the bed with your legs up, mumbling under your breath. “hey.” izuku greets, closing the door behind him.

“oh, hey baby! my bad i couldn’t hear you.” you giggle, pulling izuku onto the bed with you. “you look really pretty from this angle..” izuku admires.

⛤ SHOTO TOODOROKI

“honey, did you see what i posted?” todoroki questions, you know he doesn’t post often, only liking videos and pictures you post and sometimes going live. “what was it baby?” you ask, opening your phone and pressing the instagram icon. you can see the rainbow ring around todorokies profile picture consisting of you and him, you press it and can see the video he posted.

“guys, look at how pretty my girlfriend is. she’s so good at doing makeup.” todoroki admires, practically shoving the phone in your face. “her room is very nice. she says all the crystals and chakras and stuff help us or whatever.”

you smile, hugging todoroki. “i love you sho’” “love you more.”

#rody soul #black reader #blkshoyo #im black #bakugo x black reader #todoroki x black!reader #kirishima x black reader #rody x reader #deku x black!reader #mha x black reader #x black fem reader #they love their gfs so much #they’re so cute #they’re so amazed by your hair it’s crazy #they love your natural though

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angeldreamsoffanfic · 2 years ago

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based loosely around this song from måneskin - enjoy lovies!

“AND THE WINNER IS… CORRODED COFFIN!”

Steve Harrington can’t help but holler as the band is announced, his hand being squeezed tightly by Robin Buckley- who lets out her own squeal that could pierce a person’s ears. The two roommates clink their champagne glasses together, hearing their cellphones buzz from wherever they had set them for the moment.

“Fuck, just- shit I’m not supposed to curse up here, huh?” Eddie’s voice is low as he stood on the stage, surrounded by the entire band. The expletives are mainly blipped out for the television version; but Steve couldn’t help but laugh as the audience laughed in real time.

“He’s such a doofus,” Robin fondly teased, eyes bright as she crowded Steve closer. Steve let his eyes dart down to watch Robin curl her legs up under herself, as she dips herself to rest against Steve’s side.

Gareth, Jeff, and Grant all look fondly towards Eddie— all with different varying stages of just pure exasperation written across their faces.

“Anyway-” Eddie drags the word out, holding up his spare hand as the other cradles the award to his hip. The crowd simmers and Eddie shook his head for a second, before dropping his hand to curl back around the microphone. “We thank everyone for this, this’ll be our fourth year in the making of winning this thing, and that’s not a thing we take for granted.”

Gareth stepped up next, and Eddie stepped away with a fond smile on his face. Steve couldn’t help but furrow his brow as both he and Robin leaned forward. That hadn’t been the start of the speech that Eddie had read him just a few days prior over FaceTime.

“Dingus? What’s going on?” Robin asked softly, her nails digging tiny half moons into the palm of Steve’s hand.

“I have no fucking idea, Robs-”

“We have so many people to thank, but we want to focus specifically on the people who helped make this happen.” Gareth’s voice is soft, and Steve knows in the back of his mind that this clip will inevitably make it onto one of the TikToks that Robin insisted (forced) he watch.

“We, however, want to really extend a thank you to our record label.” Jeff spoke up next, his eyes almost glinting as he took his space in front of the microphone.

“Supersonic Records has been a ride to work with and we’re thankful for the opportunity.” Grant droned, voice monotone as he bent his head to speak into the microphone.

He then stepped back, and Eddie was back in the place at the microphone. The rest of the band flanked him, with Grant easily pulling the award out of his hands.

“Which… is why we fucking quit.” Eddie has the microphone in his hands, and Steve let out a small punched out noise at the firmness that is bleeding heavy over Eddie’s words. “Fuck our contract, fuck you Supersonic Records.”

“If I can’t be with my boyfriend in front of this fucking world, there isn’t a point anymore.” Their isn’t time to bleep out Eddie’s curse word, and Eddie bares his teeth as he holds the microphone close to his lips. “Yeah, that’s right folks- not only do I have a boyfriend, Supersonic wanted to hide it from all of you.”

“And we’re done being their pawns,” Gareth is grinning as he leaned into Eddie’s space, and both Jeff and Grant let out loud whoops as the audience cheers loudly along.

Eddie leers then, all teeth and gums as he stared straight into the camera. Steve felt something sink and burn low in his gut, even as Robin let out a squeal from right next to him.

Eddie has the microphone pressed against his lips, and Steve swore if he was any closer- static would be the only thing that came over the amplifiers. His brown doe-eyes are rimmed in a careful swipe of black liner, and he drops his left lid into a quick wink.

The camera zoomed in, just as Eddie made sure to point right toward it.

“Steve Harrington, I bought a plane ticket… and I am coming home to fuck the shit out of you.”

The show manages to bleep the swear in time.

Somewhere deeper in the apartment Steve and Robin are in, he can hear their phones go crazier.

Steve can’t find it in himself to be annoyed either.

#angeldreamsoffanfic #steddie #steddie ficlet #steddie fanfic #rockstar!eddie munson #platonic stobin #corroded coffin #they end up trending on twitter after this #steve has a twitter but doesn’t really understand how to use it #eddie posts two photos on twitter a day later when fans demand updates #the first: eddie and steve hugging in the airport #the second: a mirror photo showing off how scratched up his back is #steve has eddie show him how to retweet it #twitter breaks

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yeostars · 10 months ago

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𓆩♡𓆪 ateez kissing your hand out of their affection for you <3

{hyung liner ver.!}

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

ᯓ★ hongjoong

• hongjoong LOVES kissing the back of your hand a lot. It's something that is so natural for him whenever he is endeared by you, and it leaves you to be a blushing mess !

• One Friday night, you decide to visit your boyfriend at his studio to bring him some homemade dinner; his favourite dish. Since it's the weekend later anyways, and you were missing him a lot so he invited you to come over to his studio because it was going to take him quite a few hours to finish his work.

• you told him that you had a surprise for him & the moment you entered his studio, he didn't even properly glance at you but snatched the bags from you & started searching whatever his "surprise" was. A delicious aroma spread in the studio & hongjoong was THRILLED to see his favourite dish in a tupperware, cooked so lovingly by you.

• You said jokingly, "wow, I guess food is more important to you than I am, joong.... you didn't even glance at me & started digging in the food..." You were now pouting, crossing your arms. Hongjoong came to your side, still chewing happily on his food like a literal squirrel & pulled you in his arms. After he pulled back, he gently took your left hand and placed a kiss at the back of your palm. "Thank you so much for making such amazing dinner for me & coming to visit me. You never fail to make me feel so loved, y/n, and I'll have to work harder to make you feel loved, too." The both of you smiled shyly at each other & enjoyed the night at his studio.

ᯓ★ seonghwa

• you and seonghwa were out for a night walk, one fine weekend. you just came out of an amazing Thai restaurant and the both of you throughougly enjoyed the food there. You decided to take a walk on the way home instead of calling a cab because you wanted to let the food digest & wanted to chat with each other under the faint moonlight and chill breeze.

• you were both holding hands, walking down the curb and chatting happily about your week, your colleagues at work and how delicious the food at that restaurant was. it was always fun, chatting with your boyfriend. you both never ran out of things to talk about & even gossiped like a pair of best friends.

• suddenly, seonghwa cracked a pretty bad joke at something you said & you pulled your hand out of his grasp & playfully slapped his arm. he giggled, and smoothly took hold of your hand again, now quickly kissing the back of your palm. you were a uncontrollable blushing mess, now. "What was that for?" You asked, still blushing. "Nothing. It's just so good to be with you here, right now. I'm so happy."

• "Me too, hwa. Spending time with you like this, is my most favourite thing ever. I love you." you said, intertwining your fingers with his again. "I love you too, babe." he responded. Your blissful night with seonghwa continued, yet another memory for you to cherish.

ᯓ★ yunho

• a new blockbuster romance movie had just released and you decided to watch it together with your boyfriend, yunho at the weekend at his place. as yunho was setting up the movie on his TV, you went to his kitchen to quickly prepare some snacks for the both of you to munch on while watching the movie.

• just as you were in the middle of watching the movie, you and yunho were basically cuddling on the couch at this point, with a cozy blanket wrapped up around the both of you. you leaned your head against his shoulder all this time.

• suddenly, a scene appeared in the movie wherein the male lead affectionately took hold of the female lead and kissed the back of her palm. you stared dreamily at the TV screen during that time, thinking how sweet that scene was. Yunho immediately glanced at you and noticed the big smile that had formed on your lips, during that scene.

• and ofcourse, what was next? he searched for your hand under the blankets and bought it towards his lips, kissing them not once, but twice ! that took you off guard and you laughed, saying "no way you just did that because of that scene" and yunho replied with "i couldn't help but notice you wanted someone to kiss your hand like that, too. And ofcourse, no one else can do that except for me." He smirked. You caressed his cheek, kissing him on the lips now and well ..... the movie was long forgotten now.

ᯓ★ yeosang

• you decided to visit a nearby beach when the both of you had a day off work. It had been a long time since you spent some peaceful time outdoors with your boyfriend, yeosang and nothing was better than listening to the soulful ocean waves and watching the beautiful sunset together.

• just as the sun was about to set, you and yeosang were taking rounds around the beach side-by-side that never seemed to end, with your feet in the sand. Yeosang wrapped his arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer. You were a little taken aback by this, because he rarely ever showed physical affection for you. But you enjoyed it thoroughly, ofcourse.

• "The sunset is beautiful, isn't it, love? It's just as beautiful as you." You said, leaning your head against yeosang's shoulder, suddenly stopping in your tracks to witness the beautiful shades of orange and pink hues unfolding in the sky. Yeosang suddenly took hold of your hand, and it boy wasn't it the most beautiful moment ever: both of your faces were covered in the golden rays of the setting sun, and he placed a chaste yet tender kiss at the back of your palm.

• You blushed furiously, your smile towards your boyfriend unfading. Your silent yet overflowing love towards each other remained, just like the endless cycle of tides & the eternal dance of the setting sun.

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sl33paholics · 1 year ago

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dio angry fucking you… because a guy was flirting with you and dio gets mad and teaches you a lesson🤧

Know Your Place!

Dio Brando x black!fem!reader

Warning(s): aggressive sex (with consent ofc), biting, gripping, choking, nipple play, rough kissing, bit of degrading, spanking....it's a shit ton of stuff alr? You'll see as you read.

OOOOOOOOOOOOO my first ever Dio request, out of all the characters from JJBA, I finally get to write this nigga for the first time. Kinda scared. Also, this is a modern AU as you said in your first request!

Words can't describe how much of an internal emotional turbulant this man felt when he saw a guy hitting on you while the two of you were at the shopping center.

He left you alone for a few minutes just to use the bathroom and came back to see a man, a lowlife, a pervert, a pig, a snob, an ugly fucker way too close getting his chance to holla at you. As if he waited or even followed the two of you to watch Dio leave your side to swoop in and take your attention away from him for a moment so that he could do something disgusting to you. He just couldn’t let it slide.

The blonde watched at you fluttered those lashes at him. Your glossy lip-liner lips curved into a pretty smile as you made conversation with this stranger who was now practically glued to you. You looked like you were in love with this fucker despite Dio being your boyfriend. It didn’t feel right. Could it be that you were humoring this man? Was it some sort of sick game for him? Was he trying to impress you so badly?

As if his body was acting on his own, Dio approached you two of you. His hand grabbed yours as he squeezed your small one tightly. The sharp gaze he gave the man in front of you was not friendly or soft. He knew what was going on and was ready to rip his eyes out with his bare hands if necessary. The guy backed off and sheepishly went his way. “We're going home." He'd say in that quiet voice of his, the same tone he used whenever someone tried to get too close. But this was different. There was something about Dio's eyes, the way they narrowed, and the way they glittered as if he would gladly rip out the stranger's tongue with his teeth, which made him seem so intimidating.

The ride home was quiet. He didn't say a word to you. You knew he was angry by the way he grabbed your hand. You're not stupid. But you didn't think it was a big of a deal. You were surprised when he didn't drop you off to your dorm, but instead, to the Joestar estate. Dio never bought you here unless an event was going on. Did this man forget to tell me that a party was going to happen today or what? You thought to yourself.

Man, you were totally wrong. Super fucking wrong.

You're now currently laid down at the edge at the edge of his king-sized bed, face-to-face, naked. The firm grip Dio had on your hips as he stared down at you with those dark chocolate orbs. All you need to know is the extent of how pissed off he was. His thumb gently stroked the sensitive skin above your naval. "This asshole dared to look at you," he whispered harshly, his breath hot against your neck, "and touch you." You could hear the venom dripping from each word Dio spoke, goosebumps appearing on your skin under his touch. Your legs raised up high with your knees bent to form a V, exposing the pink folds.

Oh my, the cold air in the room didn't help either. Your nipples were getting hard. As you felt the chills running through your breasts, the pain that came with it was creeping in.

Dio was enjoying watching you whine beneath him. His body slapping against your, his attention going to your breasts. A wicked smile plastering his face.

Dio's hand slithered over to one of your breasts, cupping it as he ran his thumb across its nipple. Your head threw back as he massaged the breast. However, he pinched your nipple as hard as he caused you to scream. Don't fucking move, (Y/N)." The words were stern and rough, making sure you stayed where you were.

Your back arched up with every pinch. It didn't help that the thrusting was beginning to become faster. Your mind was starting to cloud over with lust. You were losing control of what happened to you. You knew this could only end in disaster.

"Oh, if only you could see yourself right now. Such a whore. Like the slutty bitch you are." His words pierced your heart. They hurt more than any slap ever could have.

Dio pulled out, leaving you in shock. He moved your body further up on the bed as Dio got on top of you. You felt his hand wrapped around your neck. When the blonde thrusted into your waiting pussy, he gave your neck a good squeeze to make sure that your mouth stayed shut from a lack of oxygen. "No screaming. No moaning. No begging." The blonde wasn't taking shit from you. He didn't want to hear you protest.

Dio was jamming, no, drilling you at this point. His thrusts were getting sloppy, erratic, and rough. Dio's pace quickening and his breathing heavier. Every time he pumped inside of you, you could feel his cock twitch inside of you. Almost as if he was having trouble controlling himself. His breathing became heavy. The feeling was driving you crazy. You wanted him. More than anything.

His squeeze was getting tighter, and your eyes were rolled back. It was only until you had to scratch his arm for the man to realize that he had to snap out of his cloudy hated state of mind, removing his hand from your neck watching you gasp for air.

Dio got closer to your face, and the same hand he used on your neck was now cupping your cheeks and turned your head to face him. His lips pressed against yours. Dio's tongue tasted your salty lips and his own saliva sliding in between them before he sucked your tongue into his mouth. His tongue dancing with yours. Dio groaned with pleasure, and you couldn't help it. You moaned. That sounded so sexy coming out of your mouth. The trial of saliva against your tongue when he finally moved away. This was amazing. So intense and intimate, yet also so tender and caring, you thought. His taste was addicting. He tasted like peppermint, vanilla, and chocolate. Dio tasted like everything you liked. He smelled like the rain, like springtime, and most definitely, like sex.

All of this pleasure, all of this pain was worth it to be with him. To be in his arms. To be with him forever.

You felt yourself coming to your climax when he continued to stroke and massage your already wet and swollen clit. You were going to come any second now. You wanted to come again and again with him. With him.

And with that, you did, falling into his embrace after the two of you came together. Dio didn't bother to pull out. He wanted to remind you who you belonged to, as if that wasn't apparent from the moment Dio threw you on the bed earlier.

"My my...look at you," He'd say seeing your figure below him twitching and breathing heavily. "Your lip gloss has smeared across the pillow sheets and your pretty hair is all messy..." The blonde would say with a chuckle, you looked at him as if you wanted to punch the shit out of Dio. "Fuck you...you bastard...choking me as if I'm some fuckdoll." You'd say closing your eyes.

"Don't threaten me with a good time and new ideas, sweetheart. Take this as a lesson learned. You belong to me."

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Blind Date

Chan x Thick female reader

Word count: 9.5k 😬

Synopsis: You can't believe your dumb luck when you see your gorgeous blind date walk in but he seems disinterested in being there during your dinner conversation or lack thereof more like it. You're so ready to leave when the check comes but he offers to drive you home. When Chan finally admits why he was so quiet during the date you have a hard time believing it. Will there be a date number two or were you right about blind dating all along.

Warnings: MDNI 18+ ONLY strong language/cursing, oral (f&m receiving), a little spitting, protected piv sex (use condoms kids), praise and pet names (beautiful, baby girl of course), coming in mouth/cum eating. I think that's everything but if I missed something please let me know and I'll add it immediately!

You had NEVER spent so much time and effort preparing for a date in your life. When your friend Sarah, who had set up the blind date you had agreed to, told you the restaurant you were meeting your date at was the fancy new Italian place, you decided to go all out. If not now; then when? You were perpetually single but it had not been for a lack of trying on your part. You had all but given up on the whole dating thing when Sarah told you about her friend Chan, how he never went out, and how perfect she thought you two would be for each other.

You didn’t like the idea of blind dates. Going in cold, not knowing what the other person was like or looked like. It seemed like a recipe for disaster, especially for you. You had been on those dates, the ones where the guy you met from whatever random dating app you matched on would walk in, take one look, see you were a thicker girl than they realized and then you would have to sit through the disappointed looks and the forced pleasantries during the only date you would be having with them.

You were certain Sarah wouldn’t even be friends with a jerk let alone try and set you up on a date with one, so you agreed but she hadn’t told you much about him other than his name was Chan and that he was a nice guy. Had she told him about you? The idea of him walking in and getting another disappointed look made your stomach turn with anxiety. It was one of the reasons you had stopped dating in the first place and it was also another reason you went all out getting ready. You trusted Sarah and if she thought you would be good together you wanted to make the best first impression you could.

The day before your date you went to the spa and got pampered, a facial, mani, pedi, waxed, the works. The day of, you took a long hot shower to try and relieve a little of the stress you were still feeling. You dried your hair and put it up in a bun, you didn’t bother with the tendrils of hair that wouldn’t go back, just letting them fall around your neck and face. Your makeup wasn’t too over the top but you did highlight and contour. A little blush, black wing liner, some mascara, and a bright red lip and you were done with makeup.

It was time to put on the dress you’d gone out and bought especially for the occasion. Normally you’d grab whatever little black dress you managed to feel comfortable enough in. This time you had found a wine-colored velvet bodycon dress. Definitely WAY out of your comfort zone typically but when you tried it on it fit you perfectly, which didn’t happen often for a big girl in a department store, so you decided you had to have it. You put on your black heels, a spray of your expensive perfume, that you only pulled out for special occasions, and you were out the door and headed to the restaurant you were meeting Chan at.

That’s where you were at now. Seated at a table in probably the most elegant restaurant you had ever stepped foot in, waiting on your date that was now... you looked at the clock by the bar area. Twenty minutes late. You bit at your painted lips nervously and felt like everyone's eyes were on you. Watching the poor chubby girl wait for a date that was most likely, not showing up. They weren’t watching but it didn’t make you feel any less embarrassed. You told yourself you’d give him ten more minutes and if he didn’t show you would just leave. No way were you staying to eat if you got stood up by this guy.

About five minutes later you saw a man walking at a quick pace into the restaurant and up to the hostess. You were positive, no question, he was the most beautiful man you had ever seen. He was in all black. A nice tailored pair of slacks that fit him perfectly, a suit vest, a suit jacket, and a little silver chain connecting the two that matched the chain and earrings he was wearing. He had no shirt and the low cut of the vest allowed a healthy view of his chiseled chest underneath. You were positive about another thing, there was no way HE was be the date Sarah had set you up with.

When the hostess pointed over to your table and the man’s eyes followed her finger until they landed on you, your heart stopped. He looked you over and when his face fell your stomach turned. Fantastic. Not only was your worst nightmare happening but it was happening with an Adonis. Perfect. You half expected him to turn around and just leave but he made his way over to the table you were at. The closer he got, the better you could see the finer details of his face. His perfectly arched eyebrows, his soft brown eyes, his strong broad nose and his full pouty lips, his defined jaw. When he gave you a half smile you saw a dimple pop up in his cheek and his perfect white teeth peek. He was so handsome he couldn’t possibly be real.

“y/n? I’m Chan, I uh... I’m so sorry I’m late.” You stood and took his hand to shake. He awkwardly leaned in and gave you a quick peck on the cheek. He seemed to be looking anywhere BUT at you.

“Yes, hi Chan it’s nice to meet you. Sarah has told me such nice things about you.” He let out a little nervous laugh.

“Oh, has she?” No, she really hadn’t but you gave a small nod and sat back down as Chan sat in the chair across from you.

“She really didn’t tell me much about you.” Chan admitted. You cringed. Great. You shrugged and gave him a weak smile.

“Oh, probably because there isn’t really much to tell.” He nodded quietly and opened the menu. When the waiter came over for your drink orders Chan quickly ordered.

“Whiskey on ice. A double please.” You stopped yourself from chewing at your lips again as the waiter turned to you for your order.

“Oh, just a glass of red wine for me and a water please.” The waiter bowed and left to fill your drink orders leaving you and Chan in awkward silence again. When you looked up from your menu Chan actually made eye contact with you for a split second before looking back at his own menu again. He didn’t seem to want to talk, didn’t want to look at you, what were you even doing there. It was going even worse than you thought it would and you could practically feel the disappointment oozing from him. When the waiter came back with your drinks Chan grabbed his and drank most of it quickly. God, he has to be drunk to even sit here, you thought to yourself. This was a mistake. You felt a lump forming in your throat and you cleared it, unintentionally getting Chan’s attention.

“I uh... will you excuse me for a moment.” Chan’s eyes were on his menu again already and he nodded in reply. You pressed your lips together tightly and excused yourself to the bathroom. As soon as you were alone in a stall you couldn’t help but let a few tears go. You were so embarrassed. This is exactly what you worried about, exactly why you had stopped dating. Even putting in all the effort you had to look nice, he was clearly disappointed and you wondered how the hell Sarah thought this was a good idea. You sniffled a bit, wiped the couple of tears you had allowed to fall, pulled out your phone and called her. She answered quickly, excited for an update.

“Hey girl! How’s the date? He’s cute yea?” You took a shaky breath trying to compose yourself so you didn’t start bawling the minute you spoke and she could tell you were upset.

“Hey hey hey, what’s wrong?!” She asked concerned.

“It’s terrible Sarah! Why on earth did you think HE would be interested in ME?! He was almost thirty minutes late and he looks so disappointed and barely talks and won’t look at me. It's awful Sarah, I knew this would happen. We haven’t ordered food yet; I think I’m just gonna leave. I’m not forcing him to stay on a date he clearly doesn’t want to be on. I can’t sit through another date like that.” Sarah quickly tried to talk you out of that idea.

“No no, don’t do that. He’s just shy, give him a bit to warm up to you. I swear if you just give him a chance you’ll see.” You let out a sigh.

“Fine.” You hung up with Sarah, left the stall, and went back to the table. When you sat down Chan gave you a strange look.

“Everything okay?” You kept your head down but nodded and picked up your menu again. Shortly after coming back to the table the waiter came over for your food orders. Chan ordered some pasta dish with vodka? You weren’t sure, spaghetti and alfredo were the expanse of your knowledge when it came to pasta dishes. Then the waiter turned to you for your order.

“Uh, I’ll have the salad with balsamic vinaigrette.” You closed your menu and Chan gave you a funny look.

“That’s all?” You nodded again, making no effort to make eye contact anymore and handed your menu to the waiter.

“Yes sorry, I don’t have much of an appetite.” That was a lie. You hadn’t eaten all day letting your nerves get the best of you. You were starving but eating a big meal in front of someone that seemed put out by you didn’t sound that appealing. You sat in relative silence as you both waited on your food and Chan ordered another whiskey. You picked at the napkin by your plate and did your best to not look dejected but it was difficult and the tightness in your chest getting was getting worse as every awkward minute passed. You were thankful when the food showed up because at least then you’d have a reason to not be speaking to each other.

Chan dug into his pasta dish, which did look good. He seemed to have a healthy appetite. You took a few bites of your salad and pushed the rest around your plate as you finished your third glass of wine. As Chan finished up his meal you asked to be excused again. He finished the bite he had in his mouth quickly.

“Of course.” You got up and made your way to the bathroom to gather yourself a bit and freshen up your lipstick. As soon as you were in the bathroom you called Sarah again.

“Hey! So?” You sighed heavily.

“Just... when I’m making you sit on the phone with me later while I cry about this just deal with it okay?” Sarah felt bad that it wasn’t going well. She had really thought the two of you would hit it off.

“Later, you can cry on the phone with me as much as you need. I’m sorry. I love you sweetie.” You took another deep breath.

“Don’t apologize, I love you too. I’ve gotta get back.” You both said your goodbyes and hung up. Before you left you looked in the mirror to do your lipstick and you noticed the slight trail of mascara under your eyes from crying earlier. Oh great! No wonder he asked if you were okay. You fought off the urge to cry again, wiped the mascara off from under your eyes, and fixed your lipstick before heading back to the table to get the rest of this over with. Chan was putting his phone away as you came back to sit down.

“I ordered you another glass of wine.” You nodded and gave Chan a weak smile.

“Thank you.” Whatever helped get you through the rest of this absolute train wreck.

“The waiter asked about dessert, I wasn’t sure... I mean you didn’t eat much of your dinner,” Chan pointed at your plate.

“So, I wasn’t sure if you wanted sweets.” You shook your head no.

“No, it’s fine, when he comes back we can just pay the check. I’m sure you’re ready to go.” Chan frowned. You had been upset the whole date.

“Okay, while you finish your wine, I’ll pay the tab.” You declined the offer.

“No. I hardly ate my food.” And drank half a bottle of wine, you had thought to yourself.

“You don’t have to pay for me, I can get my own.” Chan raised his hand shaking his head.

“No. Let me please. It’s the least I can do for being late.” You went ahead and accepted not wanting to drag out an awkward argument about the bill any further. Your wine came and Chan gave the waiter his card to pay the bill. You sat there sipping your drink and realized Chan seemed to be watching you closely now. You glanced up and when you made eye contact you straightened up a bit and he smiled at you. You forced a smile back but it was obvious that it was not genuine and Chan felt awful.

Chan NEVER dated. Ever and all his friends knew that. So, when Sarah told him she knew someone that would be perfect for him he agreed to a blind date, trusting her. He was on edge as soon as he found out you had agreed to the date as well. He couldn’t sleep the night before and he thought he might puke day of he was so nervous. When he went to get dressed it was a disaster, even with his friend Felix’s help.

“Black black black why the fuck is everything I own black. FUCK. I’m gonna look like an undertaker no matter what I wear.” Felix laughed at Chan.

“It’s your closet man don’t ask me. Besides that, you look good in black.” After Chan rifled through the closet frustrated a bit longer Felix walked over and pushed Chan out of the way.

“Okay maniac, where are you going for dinner again?” Chan huffed out a breath.

“That fancy new Italian place. Sarah picked it.” Felix nodded and shifted through the sea of black clothing hanging in front of him pulling out a black pair of slacks, a black vest, a black suit jacket and pushed them towards Chan.

“Here. This.” Chan looked at the clothes and then at Felix.

“What about a shirt.” Felix quirked and eye brow and shook his head.

“Trust me, no shirt, just that. No way you’ll look like an undertaker in that.” Chan was about to argue but then he noticed the clock.

“FUCK! I’m supposed to be there now!” He pushed Felix out of his room, quickly got dressed and raced to the restaurant. When Chan was walking up, he had glanced through the window trying to see if he could spot his date. At one of the tables, he saw a woman in a red dress, her hair up in an elegant looking bun and delicate whisps of hair around her face and neck. Chan’s jaw dropped. He shook his head and got himself together, he wouldn’t be that lucky, your husband must be in the bathroom. He got it together and headed in, he didn’t want to keep his date waiting any longer. He hurried in and straight up to the hostess station.

“I’m so sorry, I’m meeting someone and I’m running a bit late. The reservation is for Chan and y/n?” The hostess nodded, smiling.

“Yes, sir the rest of your party is already seated, just over there.” The hostess pointed in the direction of the table where the woman in the red dress was and Chan’s face fell. You were even more stunning than he’d realized. You were clearly, naturally, very beautiful and all dressed up like that, Chan was speechless. He gave you a little smile as he walked over.

He had gotten as far as introducing himself and apologizing and then he was trying to be smooth and kiss your cheek but got nervous half way in and only gave you a quick peck. Even then he couldn’t get himself to look you in the eyes again after. When you said Sarah had said nice things about him, he felt a little cheated.

“She didn’t tell me much about you.” He admitted. Sarah hadn’t really told him anything about you other than a name, you were sweet and that you would hit it off.

“Oh, probably because there isn’t really much to tell.” He picked up the menu thinking about what to say to strike up a conversation, drawing a total blank and just nodding. It was like his brain went into fight or flight and one hundred percent chose flight. The waiter came over for your drink orders and Chan nervously blurted his order out quickly, then immediately realized he probably should have let you order first, like a gentleman. He was internally kicking himself.

As soon as his drink touched the table Chan grabbed it and almost downed it all in one go. He noticed you glancing at him and that was the only reason he hadn’t. He didn’t want you to think he was a drunk. He rarely drank actually, but he needed something to take the edge off and maybe loosen him up a bit too. You were so pretty he was having a hard time making his brain work. He was always bad at talking to pretty girls. You took a sip of your wine and then excused yourself to the bathroom.

Chan was waiting patiently for you to come back from the bathroom and he was determined to loosen up a bit and stop acting so weird. You’re just an incredibly attractive woman, he can talk to you, he can. Then his phone vibrated in his pocket. When he took it out, he saw he had a text from Sarah and he opened it.

Sarah: What the fuck are you doing?

Chan: What do you mean?

Chan: Nothing! I swear! What’s wrong?

The three little dots popped up as Sarah typed out her response but you were coming back to the table before Chan could get a reply. He put his phone back in his pocket. When you sat down, he noticed your mascara had run a bit, it looked like maybe you had been crying.

“Everything okay?” You had nodded your head yes but Chan knew it wasn’t. He was being too quiet, he knew he was, but every time he thought he’d worked up the courage to start a conversation or ask a question he’d look up at you and lose his confidence just as fast. The waiter came over and took your meal orders. Chan got penne alla vodka because it was the only thing he actually knew on the menu and only because of a cooking show and you ordered a salad.

“Is that all?” Chan was surprised. He’d been so nervous all day he hadn’t eaten a thing so he was starving now. He had thought maybe you would have been as well but you apologized saying you weren’t very hungry. Chan nodded and motioned for the waiter to order another whiskey. He could tell you were not happy with how the date was going. That was obvious. Sarah had probably promised some interesting outgoing guy, the guy Sarah knew and saw, and here he was too shy to talk to a beautiful girl. He had managed to say maybe twenty words the whole time you had waited for your meals. Mostly answers to your basic questions, trying to pull conversation from him.

When the food showed up you both seemed thankful for the distraction. Chan was starving, he couldn’t wait another second and started eating. He tried not to scarf it down like a stray dog. Which was hard because it was really good. You seemed to not be very interested in your meal and Chan wondered if you just didn’t like eating around people you don’t know. Some people were like that. Chan was getting to the end of his plate, there was definitely enough that it should have been two bites but it was just so good. Chan scooped it up and ate it all in one.

“I’m just gonna freshen up, if you’ll excuse me.” The first words uttered since the food arrived and Chan’s mouth was full. He felt like an idiot. He chewed his bite quickly.

“Of course.” You left for the bathroom and Chan wiped his mouth rolling his eyes at himself. The waiter came over and asked about dessert for the two of you. Chan wasn’t sure. You might be more interested in something sweet. He decided to wait and ask you but ordered you both another drink. When the waiter walked away Chan’s phone buzzed and he had remembered that Sarah had been texting him. He grabbed it and opened their texts. He saw the one she sent from before first.

Sarah: TALK to her! She thinks you’re not interested. I saw how she looked tonight, Chan. You’d be stupid not to be interested. TALK!

When he saw the next texts that had just come through from Sarah, he felt awful.

Sarah: Chan, I can’t believe you! She’s so upset! Why don’t you like her? You haven’t even given her a chance and really talked to her!

Sarah: If she actually cries on the phone with me tonight because of you, I’m punching you.

Oh no! You weren’t upset because Chan was an awkward dork you were upset because you thought he didn’t like you! How could he not? He didn’t have a chance to message Sarah back before you were coming back to the table again. When you sat down Chan tried to be more outgoing immediately.

“I ordered you another glass of wine.” Chan noticed you had cleaned up the mascara from earlier.

“Thank you.” He was determined to not let this whole date go down in flames because he was too shy to talk to a beautiful woman.

“The waiter asked about dessert, I wasn’t sure... I mean you didn’t eat much of your dinner,” Chan pointed at your plate.

“So, I wasn’t sure if you wanted sweets.” You shook your head no.

“No, it’s fine, when he comes back, we can just get the check. I’m sure you’re ready to go.” Chan hated the fact that he made you feel that he was put out or disinterested.

“Okay, while you finish your wine, I’ll pay the tab.” You immediately said no.

“No. I hardly ate my food. You don’t have to pay for me, I can get my own.” Chan wasn’t going to take no for an answer on this.

“No. Let me please. It’s the least I can do for being late.” Chan was glad when you agreed without further argument. The waiter came over with your drinks. Chan handed him his card and told him he just needed the bill. As the waiter walked away you picked up your glass of wine and sipped at it and Chan finally allowed himself to look at you, not just glance, but really look. God you were gorgeous, it unnerved him but he had to get over that. You noticed him looking and looked up at him. Chan smiled but the smile you gave him back was so forced it made him feel awful. The waiter came back with Chan’s card and you started to get up to leave while Chan was still signing the receipt.

“Thank you for dinner Chan, it was nice meeting you.” You bowed as Chan finished signing quickly and stood up.

“Oh, it was really nothing at all. Did you drive?” You shook your head.

“No uber.” Chan squeezed the back of his neck trying to release the tension he felt.

“Well, uh... I could take you home.” He’s a nice guy. You were sure he was only offering to be polite, so you would be polite and not make him.

“It's fine I can just uber, you can go. I won’t have to wait long.” Chan shook his head.

“Let me make sure you get home safely. To make up for being late.” You didn’t know why he was so adamant about it. Wasn’t the dinner awkward enough? You needed to have an awkward car ride too?

“That’s why you paid for dinner.” You reminded him. Oh that was right. That was why you had let him pay for dinner.

“Well then just for my peace of mind. Please?” He gave you this look and even as uncomfortable as the dinner had been, he was trying to be nice and it was a face you couldn’t say no to.

“Okay Chan. You can take me home.” He put his hand behind you but not on you and offered for you to lead the way. Once you were outside he pointed to a black Fiat compact. You looked at the car and then him. You wouldn’t have guessed a man that looked like such a playboy, was driving that car like that.

“What?” He asked smiling. You shook your head.

“Nothing just... I expected you to drive a Mercedes or Maserati or something.” Chan scrunched his nose.

“Nah never. I don’t need all that. Wade here is plenty of car for me.” He tapped the top of the car. It was your turn to make a funny face.

“Wade?” Chan nodded with a little smile on his face.

“Yea! A car has gotta have a name!” He opened your door and helped you into the vehicle then hurried around and got in the driver's seat. He closed his door and it was a bit intoxicating being in such a confined space with him. You could smell his cologne and you were close enough you could make out a few little freckles on his face. You didn’t realize but you had started staring. You couldn’t help it. He was so handsome. It was easy to get lost in the details of his facial features. Chan looked over at you and gave you a little smile. He seemed to have loosened up a little and had said more than he had the whole night, walking to the car.

“So! Where are we going?” He asked as he started the car. You gave him your address and he typed it into his navigation before taking off. Silence filled the car but it wasn’t as awkward of a silence as before. Maybe because there was music softly playing or maybe because he had opened up a bit. Whatever the reason it didn’t seem as tense to you. Chan on the other hand was doing a marvelous job at pretending to not be freaking out. He had managed to talk to you and not come off like a complete idiot. It only took as long as pulling out of the parking lot though, when Chan could smell your perfume, it started to invade his senses. Part of his brain was ready to go flight on him again but by the time he pulled up to your place he’d gotten control of his faculties. He parked the car and sat for a minute trying to figure out where to start with his apology for his odd behavior at dinner. Just as he was about to, you spoke.

“Well, thank you for the ride home Chan and again for dinner. Have a good night.” You started to open your car door and Chan was quickly losing his chance.

“I’m sorry!” He just blurted it out, shouted it really. You jumped a little and your hand fell away from the door. You turned to him with a confused look on your face.

“For what?” He was a nice guy, you figured it was a ‘sorry you’re just not my type’ kind of apology.

“I’m sorry for being so quiet during dinner. I... I don’t date. EVER. I was worried.... I mean, well, I can be kind of a dork.” You scoffed and looked at him incredulously.

“A dork? Do you see yourself?! Who on earth... you’re a walking Korean Ken doll okay? You could be the biggest nerd on the planet and I don’t think it would bother anyone. Certainly not me.” Chan looked down at himself. He was in such a hurry when he left since he was late, he really hadn’t taken a good look at the outfit he had put on. He was usually in gym clothes or sweats and hoodies, baggy clothes that didn’t show his body at all. He hadn’t even thought about what he looked like in the outfit Felix had picked him, he had just hoped he looked nice. Apparently, Felix had chosen well by your words. Chan laughed a little nodding.

“Fair enough but never the less I hurt your feelings so I should apologize.” You shook your head and furrowed your brow.

“You didn’t-” Chan raised one of his perfect eyebrows at you.

“Sarah texted me when you were in the bathroom.” Oh you were going to kill her.

“Oh.” You looked down and picked at your finger nails.

“Even if she hadn’t though, I... noticed a little mascara under your eyes when you came back from the bathroom.” You buried your head in your hands hiding your face as it turned red in embarrassment.

“If I made you cry y/n I’m really sorry! I didn’t mean to make you feel bad. I’m just... I’m really shy and it’s worse around pretty women.” You rolled your eyes and huffed a hard breath out.

“Right. Okay your apology is accepted but you don’t have to pander to me.” Chan didn’t know what you meant.

“Wha... pander?” You pressed your fingers into your eyes.

“Yes. You can say you’re not attracted to me. It was just one blind date together. I’ll survive.” Chan thought he was doing a good job at expressing how sorry he was for giving you the wrong impression. Clearly, he wasn’t doing as good of a job as he’d thought.

“I... I’m not pandering.” His tone changed, his voice was quieter, his eyes were cast down at his steering wheel and he wrung his hands.

“I’ve been nervous since Sarah said she had a friend she wanted me to meet. She knows I don’t go out so if she was suggesting I meet a friend of hers, I knew it was probably going to be someone worthwhile. I trust Sarah. I am attracted to you y/n. Very much so and if you’ll give me a second chance, I’d like to actually talk some, get to know you, and maybe... go out again?” He wanted to see you again, after that disaster of a date?!

“You want to go out again?” You asked shocked and he nodded looking at you hopeful.

“Can I be frank with you?” Chan asked and you shook your head.

“I saw you through the window as I was walking up and I thought, God whoever she’s there with is a lucky bastard. I was positive I was not that lucky bastard. Then I walked in and the hostess pointed right over at your table and I realized holy shit! I am! You’re so beautiful y/n and I have no doubt if your friends with Sarah you’re a good person. Sarah doesn’t have the patience to deal with assholes. Well except me.” You put your hand on Chan’s, he looked over at you again and you shook your head at him.

“You’re not an asshole.” Chan smiled at you and his dimples popped out making you smile back.

“Look, I know it wasn’t the original date but I have a little roof top garden and a bottle of wine. If you want to come up, we can sit and talk for a little while? Get to know each other?” Chan’s smile grew times ten, scrunching his eyes up into little crescents.

“Absolutely! I’d love to!” You both got out of the car and you lead Chan to your building. When you walked into your condo you kicked off your heels and let your hair down. Chan couldn’t help but watch your every move, just being in your space, you already seemed more relaxed. When you looked over and noticed him staring at you butterflies erupted in your stomach. When Chan saw you look he started scanning the room like he had been looking at the décor of your apartment and you smiled to yourself a bit.

“Would you mind grabbing the wine from the fridge while I get the glasses?” Chan’s attention was drawn back to you by your question and he nodded.

“Oh sure!” Chan followed you into your kitchen and grabbed the wine like you asked, when he turned back around he saw you reaching on your tip toes for the glasses that were just out of your reach. Your dress riding up a bit exposing more of your thighs and he was distracted for a split second before he came up behind you and reached up easily with his long arms. Chan grabbed two of them between his fingers by the stem. He was so close to you so he could reach them; his chest pressed up against you. You could feel his warmth of his exposed chest against your back and smell his cologne again.

“Here, I’ve got these too. You lead the way.” You were blushing when he stepped back and smiled at him. You led him through your living room grabbing the throw blanket off the back of your couch on the way out.

“Just in case, sometimes it can get a little breezy up there.” You slid on your house shoes, opened the window to your fire escape, and lead Chan up to the section of the roof you were permitted your garden. He stepped through a latticed arch way and it was like he was in a mini paradise in the middle the city. Chan couldn’t believe it.

“You... you did all this?!” You nodded shyly.

“I don’t really do much to it these days honestly, it kind of takes care of its self for the most part now.” Chan’s eyes were overwhelmed by the colors of the flowers the way they weaved together creating a private oasis. In the middle was a wide flat swing with an overstuffed cushion. You walked over to it and tossed the blanket on before crawling on yourself.

“Give me those and you get on.” Chan handed you the bottle and then the glasses and kicked off his shoes as he climbed on to the unusual swing. When he got settled, he looked at you and smiled the biggest toothy smile. It made you melt inside. He grabbed the bottle of wine and started to open it, pouring you both a glass.

“What even is this thing?” Chan laughed.

“It’s just a swing. I come up here to read and stargaze, think, I like doing those things laying down so...” You motioned to the swing and Chan nodded in understanding.

“I love it.” He exclaimed. You blushed as Chan put the cork back in the bottle and leaned over to set it on the ground. You handed him one of the glasses and then the conversation just seemed to flow out of the two of you. Careers, hobbies, siblings, what you envisioned with your futures, you talked about everything. As the two of you talked you both got more comfortable, more relaxed, sitting closer together. Then Chan’s hand sneakily found yours and he gently played with your fingers as you both continued on and on, music, movies, books. You started getting cold and Chan put the blanket you brought around your bare shoulders, then mustered up all his courage and put his arm around you too, warming you. Your cheeks flushed and you smiled leaning into his body more and you both continued to talk.

Eventually Chan’s legs were stretched out and he was leaning back on his hands looking up at the stars. You were curled up with the blanket your head resting on one of his thighs looking up at the night sky too. Somehow you both were still asking questions, laughing, learning about each other’s likes and dislikes. It had been the most tense, awkward date in the beginning and now all you could think about was how you had probably never been so comfortable around a date, ever. You noticed your phone light up and grabbed it pressing the button, lighting up the screen.

“Oh wow! It’s midnig- Oh shit. Do you have missed texts and calls from Sarah?” Chan grabbed his phone and looked.

“Yeap. We’re in big trouble I’m guessing.” You nodded and pressed the call button by her name. It rang once, maybe, and she answered.

“What the hell!? I’ve been worried sick!” You felt bad that you had forgotten to text her and let her know you were okay.

“I’m sorry! Chan brought me home and we’re up in the garden having some wine and we lost track of time. I’m so sorry I made you worry Sarah.” She was instantly calmer knowing you were okay and even happier that it sounded like you and Chan had finally clicked.

“Wait, he’s still there?” She asked with a hint of suggestion in her voice.

“Yeeeaaasss....” That was all you said with Chan sitting right there.

“Mhmm. Be safe, have fun.” You rolled your eyes and hung up on your friend. Chan smiled at you and it was as if stars had fallen from the sky and into his eyes.

“Why do you look at me like that?” Chan’s smile transformed into a smirk.

“Like what?” You shrugged unsure of how to word it.

“Like... I’m so... interesting to you.” Chan scooted in closer to you again and twirled a bit of your hair between two fingers.

“You are interesting y/n...” You nudged him shaking your head, not accepting the non-answer.

“I look at you like that y/n. Because you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen in my life. I saw exactly why Sarah thought I would like you as soon as I laid eyes on you and now getting to really talk to you, getting to know you, I knew I was right to trust her. You’re talented and intelligent, kind hearted and I just really feel like I grazed over that beautiful part at first.” Your face got warm. You couldn’t help but smile and you were about to look away when Chan cupped your face, leaned in, and kissed you gently. You were surprised at first. Even with the hand holding and cuddling, you hadn’t really expected him to kiss you. His lips were soft and warm, you leaned into them. He pulled back quickly keeping it respectful.

“I’m sorry I... I just had to do that once tonight.” You smiled and pushed a piece of Chan’s hair that had fallen forward back before running your fingers softly down the side of his face and holding his strong jaw in your palm looking into his beautiful deep brown eyes.

“Only once?” The dimple popping smile appeared on his face before he leaned in and kissed you again. This time both of your lips parted and slotted together. He tasted like the wine you both had drank. The tip of his tongue teased your bottom lip and you opened your mouth, deepening the kiss as your fingers carded through his hair and you held on. The two of you carried on for a bit. Lips and tongues battling for dominance, hands roaming over clothes until Chan pulled away.

“I’m sorry. I am, I’m trying to be respectful. I don’t want you to feel like I’m trying to pressure you but if we keep at this I... I might just lose my mind.” You sat up on your knees moving closer to Chan letting the blanket fall off your shoulders. You ran your hands across his broad shoulders, sliding your fingers up his neck and into his hair at the nape of his neck, you leaned in kissing him again. Chan closed his eyes and kissed you back. You started to lay back, pulling Chan on top of you. When he realized what you were doing, he stopped again.

“y/n... we don’t... I didn’t say that so you would-” You pulled him down into another kiss silencing him before stopping and looking him in the eyes.

“I don’t want you to get the wrong idea. I don’t normally act like this but you are not pressuring me Chan. Anything we do tonight is because we both want to. Okay?” Chan shook his head before leaning down and tentatively kissing you again. It didn’t take long for your make out session to get heated again. Chan’s lips traveled down your jaw and neck leaving a warm wet trail of kisses against your skin. Chan’s lips met yours again in a fiery kiss and when his hips involuntarily pressed into yours you moaned into the kiss.

“God you are so beautiful... you sound so sexy... can’t believe... can’t believe I’m touching you, kissing you...” Chan said between kissing you. Your hands went under Chan’s blazer and pushed it off.

“More... fuck... please... more Chan.” Chan pulled at the top of your dress, pulling it down and freeing your full breasts, pleasantly surprised to find you braless. He stopped and looked at you before touching you, wanting to be sure you were okay with every step of what was happening. You gave Chan a little nod and his big hands cupped your bare breasts as he attacked your neck and chest with his lips and teeth. Your fingers found purchase in his hair again and tugged a bit when his pouty lips wrapped around one of your nipples and sucked on it. When it was perked and hard Chan let go and ran his flattened tongue over it.

“Chan that feels really good. God!” He hummed around your other nipple as he sucked on it, then let go and teased it with the tip of his tongue.

“You taste so good baby girl.” Your core throbbed at the sudden use of the pet name. He looked at you and raised that perfect eye brow at you again.

“Could... could I taste... more?” Your legs instinctively wanted to press together at the idea of Chan’s head between your thighs. Your face and chest started turning red.

“You mean...” Chan was not about to mince words anymore after the first half of the date.

“I wanna go down on you. Will you let me eat you out? You don’t have to do anything to me, I just...”

“Yes.” Chan stopped rambling immediately.

“Yea?” You bit your bottom lip and nodded, smiling at him. Chan crawled down, his hands running down your body over your dress. When he got to the hem at the bottom, he gathered it under his thumbs and slowly started pushing the skirt up, exposing your white lacy panties. A wet patch already visible making them a little see-through allowing Chan a glimpse of your slit. You had never been so happy you had waxed as his fingers traced up your panties before hooking into them and sliding them down and off. You pressed your legs together and your hands came down covering yourself. Chan ran his hands gently up and down your soft thighs giving them a little squeeze.

“Do you have any idea how beautiful you really are y/n?” You shook your head no biting your lips nervously. Chan grabbed your hands moving them away and spreading your legs so he could see how wet you were for him and then smirked.

“Let me show you.” His lips made contact with your throbbing sex and it made your hips jerk. One of Chan’s hands splayed out on your soft tummy holding your down as his other reached and teased one of your nipples.

“God! Chan! Oh my god that feels...” before you could tell him how well he was doing his lips puckered around your clit and he hummed in delight at the sounds you made when he started sucking on it. Between him sucking on your clit and the vibrations from him humming, you couldn’t help but try and grind up against his face, even as he firmly held you down. His free hand traveled back down your plush skin before spreading your lips. Chan stuck his tongue out and started going back and forth between a quick flicking motion with the tip and flat wet stripes before gently sucking your clit again. You gripped the cushion of the swing tightly as you felt the string inside you tighten.

“I’m... I’m gonna... Chan... please. Don’t, don’t stop.” Your words were a breathy whisper as you begged him to push you over the precipice. He grunted with no intention on stopping, in fact your pleas made him eager to get you to your climax that much faster. The way he started going at your pussy was messy but with precision and with a flick of his tongue your world exploded.

“Ooooooh my... fuck. Chan... fuck. I’m coming!” He slowed down and continued kissing and licking you as you twitched and shuddered through the remnants of your orgasm. When you relaxed and let out a deep breath Chan climbed back up next to you and smiled looking down at you flustered and blushing from coming. His fingers traced across your breasts gently, teasing your nipples.

“That was so sexy baby girl. I love the way you sound when you moan my name.” He kissed your neck by your ear and it tickled, making you turn your head and look at him. He pushed a few stray hairs out of your face and you leaned up and kissed him. You sat up, gently pushing Chan to lay back and he pulled away from the kiss as you started to get between his legs.

“You don’t have to...” You made him lay back and straddled his thighs as you started undoing the buttons of his vest, pushing it open but not off and running your hands down Chan’s firm chest and abs stopping at the waist of his pants.

“Chan? Do you want a blow job?” Your fingers toyed with his belt a little. He swallowed hard and his ears turned bright red as he shook his head.

“Yes. Please.” You unbuckled his belt, undid the button of his pants, slid his zipper down and Chan’s heart was already ready to beat out of his chest. You grabbed on to the waist of his pants and underwear and Chan lifted his hips up so you could pull them down. His cock sprung free from his briefs and was already so hard from just the thought of your mouth on it. You tossed Chan’s pants and underwear aside a little and kneeled next to him. He sat up a little, his fingers weaved through your hair and pulled you into another kiss. As he was distracted by kissing you your fingers gently wrapped around his shaft. Chan broke the kiss as his head fell back between his shoulders.

“So soft. Your hands are so soft.” You squeezed him gently and started to stroke him a bit. He was the perfect size, fit nicely in your hand and above average length. You really wanted to know what he tasted like. You leaned over his cock and let a little spit drip from your mouth onto the head and spread it down his length. Chan groaned and laid the rest of the way back as you took him into your warm mouth.

“Mmyes your mouth feels so fucking good.” He looked down at you and gathered all of your hair up, holding it away from your face so he could see his cock disappearing into your mouth again and again. Your head bobbed and Chan helped set the rhythm as you struggled to take him deeper.

“Stick your tongue out baby, you’ll be able to take more. Fuck! You’re sucking me so well beautiful.” You did as Chan said and stuck your tongue out allowing a little extra room in the back of your throat for his cock. You gagged a little and pulled off. He kept your hair pulled back out of your face as you looked up at him and stroked him. He grabbed your hand stopping you before he came. Chan sat up and pulled you into another passionate kiss, his tongue invading your mouth immediately. He held your face and pushed his plump lips against yours softly again and again.

“I... I want you y/n. If you don’t want to, if this is as far as you want to go tonight, that’s fine but... just... FUCK I really want you baby girl.” He grabbed your hand and weaved his fingers through yours looking at the intertwined limbs as he confessed how badly he wanted you. You pushed his hair back out of his face again. It was messy from you running your fingers through it before and his edges were starting to curl a bit from the light sweat on his forehead and temples. You ran your hand down the side of his face and he closed his eyes.

“Do you have a condom?” It was a whisper but Chan heard it clearly. His eyes shot back open and he looked at you to make sure he actually heard what he was sure he had. You sat there on your knees your dress bunched around your midsection, biting your lip giving Chan the sweetest doe eyes. He took in every inch of you, every soft curve, every plush bit of flesh exposed to his eyes was drank in. He shook his head and you quirked an eyebrow at him.

“Not that I thought... well I just... I was a boy scout. Always prepared you know?” You laughed a little.

“It’s okay, grab it?” Chan relaxed again and leaned over, grabbing his slacks and pulling 3 foil wrappers out of his pocket and tearing one off, tossing the others to the side. You laid back and spread your legs looking at Chan and he was certain he’d died and gone to heaven.

“I want you Chan. Please.” He wasn’t going to make you beg, no. He ripped the condom open and rolled it down his length before grabbing your soft hips and pulling you closer so that he was nestled in between your thick thighs. You looked down and watched as Chan grabbed his cock and rubbed the head through your folds, collecting your arousal before slowly pushing the tip inside you. Your mouth fell open in a silent cry as you watched him slowly bury himself into you until his hips were flush against yours.

“Fuck! So tight, fuck! I need a second.” You nodded and ran your hands up and down Chan’s abs trying to help him relax a little. He closed his eyes and slowly started thrusting into you and it felt divine. His length and curve made it so he easily hit your g spot. Chan’s rhythm picked up and he grabbed a hold of your dress using it for leverage as he fucked you harder. Your breasts bouncing with each thrust of his hips into yours.

“Feel so good Chan fuck! Harder, please!” Chan grabbed one of your breasts with his free hand, still gripping your dress around your midsection tightly, pulling you back on to his cock in tandem with every push of his hips. It felt so good but you knew you wouldn’t be able to cum like that.

“Chan, need... fuck!” Chan slowed down rolling his hips as he continued to fuck you.

“Need what baby girl what do you need?” You pulled him down to kiss you and welcomed his tongue tasting you again. His hips pushed into you deeper and deeper making it difficult to form the words.

“Top... on top.” Chan smiled down at you, half fucked out underneath him.

“You wanna ride my cock beautiful?” You nodded.

“Fuck! Yes please!” Chan pulled out of you and laid back on the swing patting his hips.

“Come on and ride it then baby girl.” You sat up and straddled Chan’s waist reaching back, aligning his cock with your entrance and sinking down almost taking him fully. His hands gripped your plump ass and eased you down on him the rest of the way.

“Oh my god Chan! Yes! Fuck!” Chan squeezed your ass and started grinding you back and forth on his dick.

“Such a good girl, fuck! Riding me so well beautiful. Does it feel good?” You braced yourself, putting your palms flat against Chan’s abs as your started riding him on your own. His hands now resting on your full hips as he watched his cock disappear between your thick ass thighs. His cock hit your g spot perfectly and the added pressure to your clit from grinding against his pubic bone had your pussy dripping. It was wet and messy and hot.

“So fucking full Chan, you fill me up so good!” Chan gripped your dress that was still bunched up around you, lifted you, lifted his hips and started fucking you hard from below.

“Cum for me baby girl. Let me hear you moan my name with that pretty voice again. Cum for me beautiful.” The next snap of Chan’s hips up into you sent you reeling into the most mind-blowing orgasm of your life. Chan lowered his hips and you and helped your grind against him riding out your climax for as long as possible. Chan couldn’t take his eyes off you, flushed, chewing your bottom lip, full of his cock and softy, slowly rotating your hips in circles as you came down. His finger-tips rubbing you gently up and down your sides as your body buzzed.

Chan cupped your cheek and rubbed his thumb across your bottom lip before gently pushing it in your mouth. You wrapped your lips around it and sucked, swirling your tongue, giving it a similar treatment to what his cock had gotten earlier and you could feel him twitch inside you. You were locked on Chan’s dark lust hazed eyes as he chewed his lip and watched you suck on his thumb. He gently pushed down on your tongue making your mouth open a little so he could see the pink muscle inside.

“Can I cum right here baby girl?” He let the pressure off your tongue and you wrapped your lips around the digit again, gently taking it between your teeth as you nodded your head. Chan pulled his thumb out of your mouth and held your waist as he sat up and laid you back down. Chan pulled his cock out and pulled the condom off before crawling up by your head and getting on his knees.

“Open up for me beautiful let me see your tongue.” You opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out flat as Chan spit in his hand and started stroking the head of his cock fast. When he was close he started working his shaft, pushing his tip down towards your tongue, ready to cum in your mouth. Without warning you wrapped your pretty lips around the head of his cock and sucked as you rubbed your tongue firmly against the sensitive spot at the base of his tip and hummed.

“FUCK I’m gonna cum!” You sealed your lips around the head of Chan’s cock firmly as warm thick cum filled your mouth. He twitched and jerked as you sucked every drop he had to offer. When he pulled his cock out he saw his load of cum in your mouth for just a second before you swallowed it and laid there utterly fucked out of your mind. Chan ran his hand through your hair, leaned down and kissed you before laying down next to you and pulling you in close to his chest. You leaned over for a moment and he wasn’t sure what you were doing until you pulled the blanket you had brought up over the two of you and nuzzled back into Chan’s embrace. You both laid there looking at the stars, holding each other in the most comfortable silence of the entire night before Chan broke the silence.

“So what are my chances at a second date?” You looked up at him, shook your head and laughed.

“I’d say pretty good.”

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