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Today, tomorrow, forever.

" Wrooom" a thunder echoed in the night, the storm was picking up speed and you could see the rain coming down hard against the window. " Wrooom"

I hated it with all the fibers of my body. I jumped scared to the umpteenth thunder, I removed the blanket from my body, the cold hit me, I didn't like it. It was almost midnight. I couldn't sleep at all with the loud noise.

I got out of bed, grabbed a robe, and put it on. I went out of my room and reached my little brother's room. He was sleeping soundly, as  always. His hair was a mess, and his blanket covered half of his face, leaving the other half uncovered. He was breathing softly and deeply.

I got in, sat on the floor and rested my head on the bed. I listened to the raindrops outside, they were hitting the window so hard that I thought they could break it. My brother moved in his sleep and opened his eyes, he looked at me and smiled.

" Sana." his voice was sleepy. " Come into the bed, I know you are scared of  thunderstorms."

I took the chance and snuggled next to him, he rested his head on my boobies and wrapped his arms around me. I rested my hands on top of his, I felt a warmth that wasn't there before and hugged him tighter. I was 12 years old when he was born, I remember it clearly.

I had to help with my brother, my parents used to work full time so I had to do my homework while watching him.

I was never tired, my brother was always worth it. He was my everything, he made me laugh, smile and forget all the problems I had. Now that I was older, I saw him more like a son than a brother. I took care of him, fed him, bathed him and tucked him into bed. 

We grew up together, and even now, being older, we still slept together whenever I wanted. It had became our thing, especially after the death of our parents. 

" Don't worry about the thunderstorm, I am here and I won't let anything happen to you." he affirmed.

I caressed his head and kissed his hair. He was so sweet and gentle, he always tried to make me feel better.

" I love you." I said softly.

" I love you too." he whispered back.

" Sana, your bra is irritating my skin." he complained.

" Sorry, I'll take it off." I answered.

I removed it and threw it on the ground. I rested my hand on his waist and squeezed it. His body was skinny and so different from mine, he was so much younger than me but he was my best friend. My confidant, my brother and everything.

I nested his head on my chest, he rubbed his cheek against my boobs. " So soft." he commented.  

The skin-to-skin contact was sending shivers down my spine. His fingers traced the curves of my boobies, he squeezed them and moaned. " They are so soft." he repeated.

I chuckled, and it tickled. He rested his head on them and closed his eyes. I massaged his scalp with my fingertips until I felt him relax completely. The thunderstorm didn't bother me at all, I only felt his warm body next to mine, his sweet breath against my skin. 

 The warmth and the comfort he gave me were something that no one could ever replace, none of my exes could dream to be like him for me.

" Sana," his voice was soft. " Can I kiss you?"

I blushed, he never asked for anything before, it was always me who started it. I looked at him and smiled. " Of course you can." I answered.

His lips touched mine timidly, unexperienced. I caressed his cheek and returned the kiss.

It was warm and comfortable, my little brother was my home. I let him kiss me, I let him take what he wanted from me. I would never deny him.

He rested his forehead on mine and moaned softly. " It feels good." he whispered.

I blushed even more and smiled, it felt good for me too. " Yeah, it does." I confirmed.

We kissed again, this time with more intensity. His tongue entered my mouth and tangled with mine, we danced our tongues. I caressed the back of his head and moaned, it felt so good.

As the kiss progressed it got more heated, he got confident and started to move his tongue in my mouth faster, he sucked on my lower lip and bit it gently.

I gasped and let him do whatever he wanted to. I felt my heart beating fast, my breathing was uneven. I never felt this way with any other person, the passion was palpable.

" Sana" his voice was low and husky. " Can you please let me touch your tits?" he asked.

I didn't say anything, I just moved my head back and looked at him. I removed the robe and threw it on the floor. His eyes widened, he took his eyes from my face to my boobies and back to my face. He gulped. " They are so beautiful." he said.

He cupped them and squeezed them, he moaned and closed his eyes, his hands massaged my breasts until he found the nipples. He pinched them and made me moan.

" They are so soft," he murmured. " I love them." he confessed.

His hands traced the curves of my boobs, he caressed them with a soft touch. I moaned louder, I lowered his face on one of my nipples. " Suck on it." I moaned.

He sucked it hard, making me feel pleasure, his tongue traced my nipple, licking it gently. He moved his head to the other and repeated the process. My pussy was wet and warm, I needed him to touch it. I needed him.

I stopped him and removed his shirt. His body was so skinny compared to mine. He had no chest hair, and no muscles; he was just a skinny teenager. But I didn't care about any of that; I cared about how he made me feel.

I leaned down and kissed him; his lips were soft and warm. I sucked on his lower lip and bit it. "I want you." I moaned. "I need you."

He looked at me perplexed. " What do you mean?" his ingenuity was adorable.

" I want you to finger me, I need it." I clarified.

" How do I do it?" he asked. He really didn't know, it was adorable how ingenuous he was.

I smiled, I would teach him how to touch a woman, it was going to be fun. I guided his fingers to my pussy, I could see the confusion on his face. " There are no holes there." he said. " Where do I put my fingers?" he asked.

He was so cute, it made me blush even more. " You have to touch my pussy with your fingers." I explained. " Start by caressing it, don't go in yet."

He did as I told him and started caressing my pussy. He was gentle but clumsy, it felt good but not enough to make me cum.

" That feels good," I moaned. " Now put one finger inside me."

He did it, it felt warm and nice. I wanted more. I moved my hips up and down, he gasped. " What are you doing?" he asked. His voice was full of lust.

" I'm riding your finger." I answered. " You have to move it in and out of me."

He did as I said and moved his finger in and out of me, it felt good, he was a quick learner. He kissed my boobies again, sucking on them. His fingers moved faster and harder. I moaned even louder.

 " Add another finger." I ordered.

He did it and moved them inside of me. I gasped and moaned loudly. I could feel myself getting closer and closer to cum. " More, please." I begged.

He added another finger and moved it inside me. " That's it, that's good." I purred. I started moving my hips again, riding his fingers.

He kissed me, his mouth was warm and passionate. " Harder." I ordered.

His fingers moved harder and faster, it felt amazing. I came loudly, my body trembled and my pussy clenched his fingers. He removed them from inside me and looked at them, they were covered in my juices.

He smeared his fingers on his lips and connected them with mine,  he shared my taste. " It tastes good." he smiled.

I blushed and giggled. I pulled him closer to me and rested his head on my chest. " I love you so much." I whispered.

" I love you more." he murmured.

I held him in my arms and kissed the top of his head, his body was warm against mine. It felt amazing to be with him, it felt like home.

As I fell asleep, I realized that I could never love anyone else as much as I loved him. He was my everything, my little brother, the only member of the family left given the death of our parents.

The following morning was one of those Saturday mornings extremely lazy, we slept till late and then I woke up, and my brother was still sleeping.

" Wake up, we are late for breakfast." I told him. His eyes opened slowly, his hair was messy and his eyes were still sleepy. He yawned and stretched his body. " Five more minutes please." he asked.

" No, let's go,  we have to eat something." I said, and dragged him to the kitchen. I had on just my robe and no panties, he didn't have his shirt on. We ate some toast with coffee and milk, it was a light breakfast. We had nothing else to eat at home.

" Sana, we have to go shopping." he said. " We are running out of food."

I nodded, he was right. We didn't have much food at home, it was one of our problems. Our parents died when he was still a baby, I had to raise him on my own and work too. I sacrificed a lot for him and I loved him more than anything. I was proud to be his older sister.

" Let's go shopping then." I answered.

We went to the grocery store and bought the essential products for the days ahead. On our way back home we walked for Omotesando enjoying the nice temperature on our bodies.

He suddenly dead stopped in front of a Supreme shop, on the display window he saw some clothes he liked, he dragged me inside. I reluctantly followed him, not sure of what he wanted. 

Talking to the shop assistant he got a white hoodie with a red logo, it seemed to be too big for him so I questioned him. " Isn't it the wrong size for you?" 

" You are correct, but if we buy this size we can share the hoodie." he affirmed adorably. 

I melted at his cuteness, and of course I agreed to buy it for us. The clerk eyed me languidly, his gaze stopped on my tits and then moved to my waist, then to my thighs. I blushed when I noticed the way he looked at me, my brother didn't notice anything though.

The clerk signaled me to move closer to the cash desk, I did it while he kept eating me with his eyes. 

"Give me 10 minutes of your time, and that expensive hoodie is on the house," he boldly proposed.

I glared at him; his behaviour went from weird to worse. "How dare you!!" I scolded.

Hearing me raise my tone, my brother came to my side, sliding his right arm behind my waist; his fingers dug into my flesh.

"Excuse me, but she is mine, and I won't share her with anyone. Do you understand?" His voice was low. "Do you get me?" he insisted.

The clerk stepped back, surprised at the sudden change in my brother's behaviour. He looked at us and noticed our family resemblance; our eyes were the same shade of blue.

" I apologize, I didn't know you two are siblings." he said.

My brother moved his hand to my ass and squeezed it, it sent shivers down my spine and I felt my pussy clench. " You should pay more attention to what you're doing." he growled. 

The man nodded and rang the purchase. " Forgive me, let me gift you the hoodie for my behaviour." he offered. 

My brother grabbed the bag with the hoodie and took me away, from the shop. As soon as we stepped out he stopped me and turned to me. His eyes were wild with lust and anger, he pressed his lips on mine and kissed me. 

It was a rough kiss, different from the way he usually kissed me. His free hand went behind my neck pulling me closer to him. He bit my lower lip, I tasted blood on his tongue as our tongues tangled. 

He growled in frustration when he had to stop kissing me because we were in public, the sound sent shivers down my body. He held me by the waist and pushed me against a wall.

" What are you doing?" I gasped, he was being too aggressive with me.

" He looked at you like you were a piece of meat, I don't like that." he pouted. " I hate to see you being objectified, you are my sister and I love you."

His words made me melt and I started to giggle. " Are you jealous of me?" I teased. " Are you possessive over me?" 

He glared at me, he was serious and pouting. " Yes, I am." he answered. 

His answer made me smile. I hugged him and kissed his cheeks. " You are so cute." I murmured.

He pouted even more. " Don't make fun of me." he said, his voice full of innocence.

I kissed him softly, my tongue tracing the lines of his mouth, he opened it and let my tongue in, our tongues danced together.

" I am not making fun of you, you are just cute when you're jealous." I giggled.

He glared at me again, but he couldn't hide the smile forming on his lips. " Quit teasing me." he ordered.

I kissed him again. " I won't, I am not sorry for it." I giggled again.

He glared harder at me. " Stop." he said. His voice had a serious tone but his eyes were laughing. 

" I won't." I repeated.

He rolled his eyes and sighed. He pushed his hips against mine and made me feel his erection. " Why are you so devilish today?" he complained. 

" Because you are jealous, it turns me on." I giggled more. 

He pouted again and his hands went for my waist, pulling me into his arms. His lips trailed a wet path of peppering kisses along my neck, down to my collarbone.

I moaned loudly throwing my head back. His hands moved down my body until they stopped on my ass cheeks, he grabbed them firmly and squeezed.

He licked my neck slowly, moving his tongue up and down my throat. I moved my hands up his back and wrapped them around his neck, pulling him into a deeper kiss. I moaned loudly as I felt his lips on my skin, burning and leaving me hot and sweaty.

" Oh god," I moaned, his touch was too much for me. I felt myself getting wetter and wetter. " Take me home, I want more." I demanded. 

" You'll have to wait." he smirked.

I growled and pulled his lips back to mine, I sucked his bottom lip into my mouth and nibbled at it. He hissed and pulled back, I saw blood on his lip where I bit him. 

" Oh, I'm sorry." I apologized, kissing the place where I bit.

 " You marked me as yours, it's okay." he giggled.

I blushed and kissed him again, his lips were so soft and warm. He was amazing, the best thing that ever happened to me, I was lucky to have him in my life.

Once we got home I led him into my bedroom and locked the door behind us. The cockiness he had shown on the street dissolved into thin air, his eyes stared down at the ground and he looked nervous.

I discarded my clothes on the spot, I stood in front of him completely naked, and my tits were jiggling a little with my breathing. His eyes snapped up to mine and his cheeks flushed. He gulped and moved to take off his shirt too. 

" Let me." I offered, I unbuttoned his shirt and took it off, he was skinny but his abs were visible through the skin. I ran my fingers up his body and around his neck pulling him into a kiss. 

His lips were warm and soft, he had a unique taste that drove me crazy, I moaned into the kiss and sucked his tongue into my mouth.

" Sana." he moaned. His voice was deep and hoarse. He sounded desperate. 

" What?" I murmured against his lips. 

" Touch me, please." he pleaded.

I took my lips from his and stared at him, he looked desperate. I dropped to my knees and undid his pants, pulling them down. He kicked off his shoes and his pants. 

I licked his abs, making him groan in pleasure. His cock was rock hard, I licked it gently, my tongue flicked against the tip and he moaned louder.

" I'm gonna suck you so  hard you'll feel me everywhere." I growled against his skin.

He whimpered at my words. I licked the tip again and swirled my tongue around it before opening my mouth wide and swallowing his cock whole. 

"Fuck!" he cursed, removing a lock of my hair from my face and pushing it behind my ear.

I sucked his cock hard, my mouth moving up and down on him, my hands caressing his thighs. His moans were getting louder, his breathing heavy. He thrust his hips up and fucked my mouth slowly.

His hands tangled in my hair gently, he was acting like a true gentleman. I took his cock out of my mouth and licked it, then I moved my tongue up and licked his balls. He groaned and his breathing hitched.

" You are fantastic." he praised me. 

I bobbed my head on him again, taking him deep into my throat. His breathing was getting heavier and heavier, his moans were louder and louder. I felt him twitching inside my mouth, he was getting ready to cum.

I let him fuck my mouth hard, his hips moving fast and rough. " I'm cumming." he warned me. 

His warning wasn't enough, his cock twitched once, twice before spurting ropes of white jizz in my mouth. I swallowed all of it, cleaning his cock with my tongue.

He pulled me up into a hug and kissed me softly, his lips were warm and tasted like sex. I kissed him back with the same passion, his lips were too addictive. 

 I sucked his tongue into my mouth, making him moan softly.

" Now it's your turn." he murmured against my lips. He dropped to his knees in front of me and kissed my pussy gently, his tongue tracing my folds and flicking my clit. His fingers caressed my thighs and his hands moved up my body to my tits. 

He squeezed them gently and moaned softly. His mouth was getting more aggressive on my pussy, sucking harder and licking faster. I moaned loudly and started riding his face. He groaned and grabbed my ass cheeks to pull me harder against his face.

" More." I demanded, grabbing his head and pushing it harder into me.

He groaned louder and sucked harder, his tongue moving fast on my clit. I moaned again and started moving my hips against his face. I was so close, my orgasm was building inside me. He squeezed my tits harder, making me moan louder.

I came with a loud cry, my pussy clenched around his fingers and my body trembled. He licked me until he cleaned me completely.

He stood up and kissed me, we were both sweaty and hot. I tasted myself on his mouth, it made me want more. 

His lips were warm and perfect, I loved kissing him.

" I love you." he whispered against my lips.

" I love you too." I murmured back. 

His arms snaked around my waist and squeezed me closer to his chest. " Sana," he murmured. " You're so warm and comfortable."

I giggled and kissed his forehead. " You are sweet." I complimented him.

He blushed and hid his face in between my boobies, his cheeks flushed in embarrassment. I giggled more and ruffled his hair with my fingertips.

" Stop." he whined.

I chuckled more, it felt good to tease him. He peeked at me, his cheeks were still flushed. I pulled him in another kiss, he moaned softly and rested his head on my chest.

He put it on and wrapped his arms around my waist. " Sana." he whispered. 

" Yes baby." I answered. 

" Let me stay with you tonight." he pleaded, his voice was full of hope.

I smiled and kissed his lips softly. " My baby boyfriend has no other place to stay than besides me at night."  I cooed. 

His eyes lit up, and he grinned, his smile was so pure. I wrapped him in my arms and we cuddled together under the sheets, our bodies warm against each other. He snuggled closer to my chest and closed his eyes.

" I love you, Sana." he murmured with sleep already heavy in his eyes.

" I love more." I whispered back. I caressed his head with my fingertips until he fell asleep, his snores were soft and peaceful, the perfect lullaby to make me fall into my slumber. 

My baby woke up first, he tried to move without waking me up. He failed at his mission, my eyes snapped open and I smiled at him.

" Morning baby." he whispered, planting a kiss on my cheek.

" Good morning." I answered, caressing his cheek with my fingertips. " How did you sleep?"

His cheeks flushed with a soft pink colour, his eyes darted to the side, his hands playing with the edge of the sheet. " Good," he answered shyly. "Good."

I giggled, his reaction was cute. " It was really good." he repeated.

I nodded, I understood him. I got up and swung my legs over the bed, and as naked as I was born, walked to the wardrobe. " Come here." I called him. 

He got up and approached me, his body was warm against mine. " I'm going to wear the hoodie you bought for us yesterday." I told him.

" Are you?" he asked. His eyes brightened with excitement, a smile formed on his lips. He was so cute when he was happy. 

I put the hoodie on, it was oversized but I adored it nonetheless.  I looked back at him and smiled. " It's so comfy, baby."

He nodded in agreement. " It is," he said. " And you look cute in it."

I blushed at the compliment, it was nice to feel appreciated. " Thanks." I whispered, kissing his cheek softly. 

He blushed at my kiss and lowered his head in embarrassment. " Oh no, it's hot in here." he complained, fanning himself.

I laughed at him, he was so dramatic. " It's not that bad." I said, smiling at him.

He shook his head; his hair flew to the sides and covered his face. I giggled at the sight. "I'm going to let you finish," he murmured, heading back to his room.

I watched him leave; his ass was so round and cute, I wanted to bite it. "I'll see you later, baby." I called after him.

He turned and sent me a flying kiss . " See you, Sana."

I watched him enter his room and close the door behind him. I smiled, he was the best little brother ever, he deserved only the best.

I went to the kitchen to cook us some breakfast. The sun was shining in through the windows, it was going to be a beautiful day. I took a pan and some eggs from the fridge, I started cooking our meal while singing a happy tune. My mood was excellent, I had everything I dreamt of.

The pan emitted an unpleasant smell of burned eggs, my clumsy ass  had messed up the breakfast. " No, no, no." I complained.

I heard the door opening behind me. " What are you doing?" his voice asked me. 

I turned to look at him and smiled sheepishly. " Just cooking." I answered.

His face scrunched up in disgust. " What did you do?" he asked, covering his nose with his hand. 

" I burnt the eggs." I admitted, pouting at him.

He moved closer to me and took the pan out of my hands. " As honoured as I am to have you cooking for us, I beg of you to spare my taste buds."

I pouted at his words. " I am not that bad."

He discarded the burned breakfast into the sink before burring himself into myself. " Your cooking skills are terrible but all the rest is top tier." he praised.

I giggled at his words, he was such a good liar. " Thanks, baby." I thanked him.

He pulled my face down, his hands cupped my  cheeks and pulled me into a kiss. His lips moved slow and sweet over mine, he tasted like mint and morning.

" You taste good." I whispered against his lips.

He chuckled and kissed me again. " So do you."

I pulled back from him and looked at the mess I made. " I am really sorry." I apologized. " I made a mess."

He waved his hand in dismissal. " Don't worry about it, we'll eat something else." he stated. He wrapped his arm around my shoulder and pulled me to his chest. His body was warm against mine, his scent was so good, a mix of shampoo and male.

I leaned into him, feeling safe and happy. His lips kissed the top of my head, he held me in his arms for a while.

" Let me take care of the breakfast." he bit my lower lip and licked my upper one. " I want you to relax."

I nodded, my lips tingling with his kiss. He pulled away and started washing the dishes, he cleaned up the mess I made and cooked a new meal.

I watched him, his movements were smooth and fluid, his muscles moving underneath his skin. His hair was messy and his cheeks were red from the heat of the kitchen. He was wearing one of my jumpers, the sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, the hem was falling to his hips. He looked so cute.

He felt my eyes on him and turned to look at me. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion. " Why are you looking at me like that?" he asked.

I blushed at being caught staring. " Like what?" I denied. 

He raised an eyebrow, he was calling me out. " Like I am the best thing you ever seen."

I giggled nervously, my cheeks flushing red. " Maybe you are." I admitted.

He chuckled and winked at me. " Then we have something in common." he teased, turning back to finish cooking.

I watched him as he expertly cooked a plate of eggs and bacon, he added a slice of toast and some milk too. He served the plate and sat next to me on the kitchen table.

" Breakfast is ready." he announced.

I took the fork and tasted a piece of bacon, it was cooked to perfection. " Mmm, it tastes amazing." I praised him. 

We ate our breakfast in comfortable silence, our knees touching each other underneath the table. The only sound was the clinking of silverware on the plate.

Once we finished, I got up to wash the dishes, he stayed behind me to dry them. I felt his eyes on my back, my spine tingling with awareness. His hand landed on my waist, making me jump in surprise. 

I looked at him over my shoulder, his eyes were twinkling with amusement. " You scared me." I complained, hitting his chest with my hand.

He laughed at my reaction, his hand caressing my waist. "Sorry, Sha," he apologised, kissing my cheek softly.

I nodded and turned back to wash the rest of the dishes. He moved closer to me, his front pressing against my back. His hands snaked around my hips and held me tighter to himself. I gasped at his touch, his erection digging into my ass crack.

"You know I want you so badly," he purred against my ear. "It takes all my strength not to bend you over this counter and fuck you into oblivion."

I shivered at his words; they made me feel so alive. I could feel the heat from his body; he felt like a furnace behind me. He licked my ear and nibbled on it; I gasped at the sensation. His hands slid under my hoodie and caressed my thighs.

"Sana," he panted. "Tell me to stop, please."

I shook my head, my lips curling up into a smirk. "I want it." I moaned.

He growled and turned me around, his mouth attacking mine, our tongues tangling together. I took charge of the operation, hoisting him on my arms and driving us towards his bedroom.

 I threw him on the bed and jumped on top of him, straddling him. His eyes were dark with lust, his cock was rock hard.

"Sana," he groaned. "Be gentle."

I laughed at his words. He knew what I was capable of and how rough I could be. My hands moved to his shorts and undid them, his cock springing free. It was perfect, a sight to behold, his skin red with arousal.

" Who does it belong to?" I asked him. 

He looked at me innocently, his blue eyes sparkling. " To you." he answered.

I giggled at him and leaned down to lick his cockhead. " Exactly. It belongs to me." I stated.

I took him into my mouth, swallowing him deep into my throat. He gasped at the feeling. 

I sucked him hard and rough, he groaned in pleasure. His hands cupped the back of my head and guided me. 

I moaned around his dick, he tasted good, salty and male. I licked him all over, making him twitch in pleasure. 

" Sana, stop." he whined. " Or I'll cum in your mouth."

I ignored him sucking his shaft with all my love for him, my hands stroking his balls. 

" I'm going to make you cum everywhere today, cutie pie." I warned him. " I'll deflower you."

His eyes beamed with lust. " Does it mean that..."

I cut him off. " Just trust me, and enjoy the process." 

I kept blowing him for a few more minutes before having him quivering under my ministration, his seed coated my throat. My tongue cleaned him from the leftovers before swallowing it down.

He was still panting when I sat up on the bed next to him, my smile beamed at his spent expression. 

" Did you enjoy it?" I asked.

He nodded slowly, still catching his breath. " It was good, it was amazing." he gasped.

I leaned down and kissed his lips, my tongue sweeping over his mouth. He moaned softly under me and deepened the kiss. 

We devoured each other like there was no tomorrow, with an impish smile I pulled away and pinned him down on the mattress.

" Guess what is going to happen next?" I questioned straddling him. 

His breathing hitched and he paled, he knew what was coming for him. He tried to struggle but I kept him in place.

" Please don't." he begged.

I licked my lips and gave him a cruel smile. " Too late for that."

He whined at my answer. " Not again." 

My hands moved under him and grabbed his ass cheeks, spreading them wide. 

I leaned down and licked his hole slowly, he tensed up in fear. My tongue danced circles around his rim, making him relax.

" This isn't so bad, right?" I teased. 

His body started relaxing under me, I knew I had to take advantage of the moment. I moved my head in between his legs and spread them wide, his ass crack was so inviting, his hole still untouched by anyone.

My tongue licked it gently, making him moan loudly. " You are so good." he complimented me.

I giggled and licked him again, my tongue dancing circles around his rim. I added a little more pressure, making him groan. I could hear his breathing getting heavy, his hips were moving up and down.

" More," he begged. His voice was deep and hoarse.

I added a little more pressure until I slipped my tongue inside him, he gasped at the intrusion. I sucked it inside and out of him, making him moan louder. 

" Oh god." he cried out.

My finger joined my tongue, stretching his rim, he hissed at the new sensation. " Relaxed, baby." I soothed.

My finger moved deeper into his hole, he gasped loudly. I licked his rim with my tongue, my mouth sucking it inside him. My finger moved inside of him deeper and deeper, he groaned loudly.

" Oh fuck." he cursed, his hips moving up and down. 

My finger moved faster and harder, stretching him wider, he groaned louder.

" More, please." he begged, his eyes closed in pleasure.

I licked his rim one last time and removed my finger from inside him, leaving him empty and wanting more. 

He paled at the sudden loss of the intrusion and whimpered. "I need it," he pouted.

I giggled; he was so needy and cute. My lips moved to kiss his scrotum before going back against his rim.

My hand wrapped around his shaft, while my tongue darted in and out of his hole. He groaned louder at the sensation, my hand moving faster and faster.

"Shit, I'm cumming," he warned me.

I licked him faster and sucked harder, his cock twitching in my grip. (My hand moved faster until he came with a loud cry, his cum covering my hand.)

I licked him until he softened completely; he lay down on the bed panting hard, his eyes still closed.

I crawled up his body and rested my head on his chest; he opened his arms and welcomed me in a hug. He kissed my forehead and smiled lazily.

"That was amazing," he praised me.

I giggled, my cheeks flushing with pride. "Did you like it?" I asked.

"Everything you do is to my liking, but your cooking," he teased.

"You are going to pay for your attitude." I smirked, crawling up on his body.

I set my pussy above his face and lowered myself down. "Eat me out, like the good boy you are." I ordered.

He moaned softly and grabbed my ass cheeks; he started licking my pussy. His tongue was so soft and gentle that he licked me with ease.

I moaned loudly, my body shaking with pleasure. "Harder," I demanded.

His tongue moved faster on me, making me moan even louder. His hands squeezed my ass harder, making me feel his nails. He sucked my clit into his mouth and flicked his tongue against it, making me shake even more.

" I am going to cum." I warned him.

He licked me harder and sucked stronger, his moans echoing mine. I came with a loud scream, my body trembling like an earthquake. I fell down on him, extremely aroused. 

I rolled on my back, my legs parted wide open. " Baby is your time to shine." I encouraged him. " I need you so bad." 

He moved over me, his eyes were showing hesitation. " Sana, I don't want to disappoint you. I might cumming in seconds." he noted. 

I giggled, I loved his honesty. " Don't worry, baby, I want to see you lose your control." I promised him.

He nodded and positioned himself over me, my legs wrapped around his waist and my arms around his shoulders. His cock brushed my pussy, making me shiver.

" You're so wet." he groaned.

" Take it." I whispered in his ear. 

He entered me slowly, his eyes fixed on mine. His lips pressed on mine softly, our mouths breathing together. My hands caressed his back and pulled him closer to me. His hips moved slowly, his cock thrusting into me.

" Sana." he moaned, his voice hoarse with lust.

His hands cupped my boobies, squeezing them softly. His mouth went down to my neck and kissed it, his tongue tracing circles on my skin. My hips moved up and down, his cock filling me up. 

His lips moved up to mine and kissed me deeply, his tongue slipping inside my mouth. He started moving faster, his cock thrusting harder and faster into me.

My hands grabbed his ass cheeks and squeezed, pulling him deeper into me. His moans echoed mine, his breathing heavy.

" I'm getting close." he warned me. His voice sounded strained with lust.

I moved my hips up and down, making him fuck me harder. His lips were soft against mine, sucking my bottom lip into his mouth and nibbling on it.

" Bear with me, cutie pie." I panted. " Pull out and cool off for a moment, you still have a long way to go tonight."

Whining he withdrew his length,  leaving me empty and wanting. 

" You are a very demanding lover." he complained, his face red and his breathing heavy. 

I smirked, I loved it when he was like that, all wild and possessive. My digits played with my clit, his eyes were blazing in lust.

" Cutie pie, can you pound me harder?" I teased him in a childish voice.

He probed  my entrance with his cock, his eyes begging to be let in. " Please." he asked.

My fingers spread my folds for him, and he slid into me, his groan filled the air. He started thrusting into me hard and fast, his body moving wildly on me. My legs wrapped around him tighter and my nails dug into his back. 

" Oh god," he cursed. " You feel so good."

I moaned loudly and moved my hips under him, encouraging him to go harder. 

His lips were hot and wet against my skin, kissing me in every place of my body. His hands moved up my body until they reached my neck, he cupped my face in his palms and kissed me passionately. 

My clit  was throbbing with pleasure, his thrusts were getting harder and wilder. I was so close to cumming. 

" Harder." I demanded.

" So greedy." he groaned.

" Just give it to me." I growled, my teeth sinking into his shoulder.

He gasped in pain and moved faster, he was getting close as well. 

" You are making me cum." I cried out. My pussy clenched around him and my body trembled. 

" Good Sana, make me feel how much  you want me." he groaned.

I came loudly, my pussy pulsing around him. A flood of juice leaked out of my pussy and soaked the sheets. 

His dick moved with ease, squelching sounds filled the room. " So god damn wet, you are squeezing  me so good." he groaned, his eyes closed in bliss. 

I came down from my high and stared at him, he looked so handsome and lost in pleasure. 

He opened his eyes and stared at me, his smile so wide. " That was fucking amazing." he praised.

I giggled at his words; his dirty mouth was so hot. His cock twitched inside me, and he started moving again.

"I don't know how much I can handle." I whined, my pussy was sore and swollen. 

"You will handle whatever I want," he growled. "Because you're my good little slut and you want me."

My cheeks flushed red at his words, and I nodded. "The lust made you more cocky." I opined.

He chuckled, his eyes twinkling with amusement. His lips brushed my skin again, kissing it slowly. He whispered in my ear, making me shiver. "Do not worry; I'm almost there," he promised.

"I want to ride you." I affirmed. "Let me be the one to finish you off."

He nodded and lay on his back, pulling me on top of him. I straddled him and guided his cock inside me; it was still hard and thick.

I rode him with all my strength, bouncing up and down on him. His eyes closed in bliss, and his hips thrust up and into me.

"That's it; ride me good," he ordered. "Make me cum."

I nodded and rode him faster, my tits bouncing up and down, my hair flying in every direction. His hands cupped my breasts and squeezed them. He pinched my nipples and made me moan louder.

I was getting close too, my pussy clenched around his cock. I could see the lust burning in his eyes, his fingers moved from my nipples to my clit.

He rubbed it with vigour, making me lose it. I quivered on top of him, my cunt squirted again drenching him. My climax triggered his.

" Sana, I'm cumming." he moaned. 

" Fill me up." I shouted. 

He started fucking me harder, his hips thrusting into me like a wild beast. His moans got louder, his breathing heavier. His cum filled my pussy, spilling out of it and coating us. 

We collapsed on the bed exhausted, our bodies trembling with pleasure. I fell on top of him and he wrapped his arms around me, holding me tight to his chest. 

He kissed my hair softly and whispered. " I love you." 

I smiled and kissed his chest, feeling his heartbeat against my lips. " I love you too." I replied.

His fingers tangled in my hair, caressing the strands. " You smell, get a shower." he suggested me. 

I got off of him. " Care to follow me?" I swung my hips languidly.

He shook his head and rested on the bed. I proceeded into the bathroom running the tub, I took my time nursing my aches. His touches and kisses still lingered on my skin, it felt good to feel his presence on me.

I finished cleaning myself and went back to the bedroom, he was with my phone in hands. " What are you doing?" I questioned getting closer to him.

" It chimed nonstop, someone bombarded you with messages." he explained glaring at me. " I had to check it." 

He turned the screen to me and I froze. 

There was displayed, a photo of me and my ex Mark, taken while having sex. Our relationship was going strong, we seemed meant to be. After the fatality occurred to my parents, I had to take care of my little brother but Mark didn't handle the situation well and I broke up with him. Even if we never had a proper closure. 

" I've been missing making you scream my name." my baby read one of the messages. " Fucking you into oblivion for hours." 

The messages kept on the same line, Mark complaining about how much he missed me and how horny he was for me. 

My cheeks flushed red in embarrassment, it was so mortifying. The voice of my baby was stained. 

" I'll get you back." those were the last words typed in the messages. 

My baby put back my phone on my bedside table. " How come you still have his phone number?" he questioned standing up.  

I shrugged at him. " He was part of my life for two years, I couldn't just delete him and forget about him." 

I watched him, his face was twisted with pain. " So sweet of you." his voice full of sarcasm. " You must be buzzing now that he is coming to get you back."

He collected his clothes from the floor and walked out, the door of his room slammed shut making me jump. 

I remained alone for a few minutes, my mind drifting to Mark's words. The thought of him longing for me made me feel appreciated. 

I  vividly remembered him, the way he used to ravage my body, making me scream in pleasure. 

My pussy clenched at the memories, it was missing him. 

I couldn't help myself and sat on the bed to text him back. " What makes you hit me up after two years?" 

Instead of sending me a message he called me immediately.  " Hi babe." he greeted me. His voice was so familiar and warm.

" Hi." I answered.

" Are you free to meet up?" he asked me, not wasting any time.

I bit my lip, my mind torn in two. My baby was already mad at me and this would definitely trigger his jealousy. At the same time, my desire to see my ex again was too strong. 

" I am not sure." I hedged. " I have plans for tonight."

He laughed at my words. " Plans?" he repeated. " With your new boyfriend?"

My cheeks flushed red at being caught, he sounded so mad. " Let him out of this." I growled at him. 

" Then you're free." he stated.

I sighed and rubbed my eyes. " Mark, why are you doing this? I broke up with you two years ago, you should be over me by now." 

He chuckled. " Can't you see?" his voice sounded so confident. " I do not care about the past, let's just enjoy the night." he offered. 

His words sounded tempting. " I'll take you home before dawn, your not so called boyfriend will be none the wiser." he promised. 

I nodded, my decision already made. " Okay." 

" I'll be waiting at your door in thirty minutes." he said before hanging up. 

I went to my wardrobe and put on a black top with a matching pair of shorts.  I checked myself in the mirror, my cheeks were flushed red and my hair was messy. I ran my hands through my locks to comb them and put on my heels. 

I left the room and found my baby on the kitchen, eating a plate of eggs. His head snapped up when I walked in and his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. 

" Where are you going?" he asked me.

I chewed on my lip. "Out."

He frowned at my answer. "As expected, I don't even have to ask you with whom."

He shoved the leftovers of his food into the rubbish with contempt; the plate and the cutlery flew onto the sink.

He ran towards his room, while the horn of my ex's car beeped in the distance.

He stopped and turned to me. "Go, don't make him wait." His voice was full of disdain for me.

I observed him with pain, I could see how hurt he was. " I'm just going out, nothing more." I explained.

He scoffed. " Save it for Mark, I don't give a flying fuck to your excuses."

I shook my head. " No, you're wrong, I don't plan anything with him." I assured him.

His eyes were showing his frustration. " Like I do believe you." he turned his back to me and proceeded to his room.

Mark 's car honked again and I walked to the door. I grabbed my jacket and my bag and went outside to join him. I left my baby all alone in the house, I could see his face on the window of his room, he was staring at us with a sad expression. 

I sighed and sat in the car, it was going to be a long night. Mark leaned over to kiss me, his mouth hot against mine. My body trembled at the sensation and I moaned softly. His hand caressed my thigh, squeezing my flesh. 

" What did you tell to your boyfriend to convince him to let you come?" he questioned. 

" Mind  your own business." I scolded him, slapping his hand away.

He chuckled at my reaction. " Fine, we can have fun without talking about your new toy."

We reached a private club, he held my hand to guide me inside. We passed through the crowd and we reached the VIP section of the club. It was packed with people, the music was so loud that made my ears ring. 

Mark led me to the bar and ordered us a drink. " Have fun." he shouted against my ear.

I smiled at him, taking a sip from my cocktail. He had got more handsome with the years, his hair was styled to perfection and his beard was well trimmed. His abs were defined, his muscles toned. He was wearing a shirt that showcased his arms perfectly. 

I took another sip from my drink, it burned my throat going down. I felt Mark's lips on my ear. " Want to dance?" 

I nodded and followed him to the dance floor. The music was loud and the lights flashed so fast, it made me dizzy. The smell of smoke and booze filled the air, everyone around us was drinking and having fun.

Mark danced closer to me, his hand resting on my hip. I let him pull me closer and his other arm snaked around my waist. 

We danced for a while, our bodies rubbing together. The alcohol was lowering my inhibitions, making me feel lighter and more free. 

The lights flashed to a darker light and the music got slower, and a sensual song played.

Mark leaned into my neck and bit the flesh, making me groan. His hand went up my shorts and he fingered me, making me wet. He took out his fingers and sucked them clean, moaning softly. 

"You still taste delicious." he praised.

I gasped at his words, they made me feel so wanted. His lips moved to mine and kissed me hard, his tongue tangling with mine.

" I still want you." he confessed. " My cock is aching to split you in half, you know what I can do."

I moaned louder, my body responding to his words. His lips sucked my neck, leaving a hickey on my flesh. 

The image of my cute pie crossed my mind, my baby, with his pure eyes and cute smile. I shook my head. " Stop it." 

Mark growled in frustration. " Come on." he guided me out into the club car park.

Mark pulled me against him and kissed me roughly, his hands undid my shorts. I felt his cock hardening against me and I moaned in pleasure. His finger slipped inside my pussy and he fingered it hard, making me quiver. His lips left my mouth and sucked my neck.

" Let me fuck you." he whispered in my ear. His hot breath sent shivers down my spine.

I shook my head, my hands pushing him away. " Stop." I warned him.

His face fell in disappointment. " Alright, just let give you my last present." 

His teeth sunk into my neck again, his tongue licking my skin. " Good luck with him when he will see you marked." he mused.  

I pushed him away annoyed by his antics. " Drive me home, idiot."  I ordered him. 

He smirked and helped me get in the car.  His hand brushed against my thigh while driving, his touch sending shivers to my pussy. 

The drive home was quiet, I could feel the tension in the air. I sighed when we arrived at my house, thanking him for the ride.

He leaned over and kissed me goodbye. " Goodbye, babe."

I reciprocated the kiss. " It's a farewell, do not contact me again."

He smiled at me and nodded. " I am sorry about your boyfriend." he mocked. 

I shook my head and got out of the car, slamming the door behind me. I watched him leave, before entering my house.

The house was quiet and dark, I flicked the light on and went to my room. 

I entered my room and put my heels down on the floor. My lips were swollen from Mark's kisses, my pussy ached from his touch. I slipped under the cover and closed my eyes, the memories of the night flashed on my mind.

" You come back at dawn and don't you even care to check on me." my cutie pie stated leaning on the door frame of my room. " Did you have a good time, Sana?" 

He was wearing my t-shirt and a pair of boxer shorts. His hair was messy and his eyes were red from sleep deprivation. 

I frowned at his words. " I just got back, I haven't done anything wrong."

He got closer to me, removing the sheets from my body. " Your shorts were undone." he accused me, his finger pointed to my groin.

I shrugged, feeling embarrassed. " It's not what you think." 

He trailed his fingers on my neck. " He gave you a bunch of hickeys, very proud of you." his voice bitter as hell. 

" Do not make fun of me, I'm still your girlfriend after all." I countered.  

He jumped on the bed and pulled down my shorts, his nose buried between my legs. " You still have your addictive smell." he whispered against my skin.

His lips sucked on my pussy lips, making me moan softly. His tongue slipped inside me, making my hips jolt up. His fingers played with my clit, teasing it mercilessly. 

" Cutie pie." I panted.

His head peeked out from in between my legs and he grinned at me. " Yes, Sha?" he answered. 

I  bit my lip, trying to find the right words. " I'm sorry, it won't happen again." 

He snorted. " I'm sure of that."  his lips brushed my inner thigh. " You came back to me and that's  all that matters." 

My fingers played with his hair. " You're mine, my own boyfriend." I cooed. 

His face beamed at my words and he crawled up my body. He settled between my legs, his cock already hard. 

" So let me show you how much I missed you." he kissed me.

His lips moved sweet against mine, his hands cupping my breast. His cock rubbed my clit, making me moan in pleasure. He kissed my neck and licked it. 

I bit his ear and sucked it into my mouth. His hands gripped my ass cheeks and he lifted me up, entering me with ease. I gasped at the sudden intrusion, my pussy stretching around his length. He thrust into me hard and fast, my body moving to meet his rhythm. 

I licked his earlobe and sucked it, he moaned loudly. His hands moved up my body until they reached my neck, cupping it gently. He kissed me again and again.

His mouth moved down to suck my breast, his lips and tongue teasing my nipple. My hips moved up and down, his cock filling me up. 

He groaned in pleasure, his hips thrusting faster and harder. My pussy clenched around him, his body was rubbing against mine.

" You feel so good." he complimented me. " So tight." 

His hands squeezed my boobies, his lips kissed my skin. My body shivered at the feeling, he knew all my pleasure points. He nibbled on my shoulder and sucked the skin, marking me. He moved down my body and licked my belly button, his tongue making my muscles tremble. 

" Brace yourself." he warned me. " Time to get rough."

He let me fall on the mattress and guided my legs over his shoulder. He entered me again, fucking me hard. His cock hitting my cervix, making me moan louder.

" So good." I praised him. " Don't stop."

He groaned and fucked me faster. " You are so greedy." he complained.

" I'm your greedy little slut." I agreed with him. " Now fuck me harder."

He growled and slammed his dick into me, his balls slapped my ass. I could feel his pubes brushing against mine.

I moved my hands down his body until I reached his shaft. I caressed it and cupped his balls. He moaned loudly and fucked me harder.

His hand went down my stomach until he reached my clit. He rubbed it with vigour. " You are making me cum." I arched my back.

My walls clamped around him, I squirted all over him. My legs trembled, my body feeling boneless. 

He let my legs go around his waist, his dick still hard inside me. His eyes were blazing with lust, he was so handsome. 

" How should I fuck you now?" he asked pumping into me lazily. 

" You're in charge, baby." I conceded.

His smiled and leaned down. " These boobies demand a bit of love." his tongue lapped around the areola, making me shiver. He bit the nipple gently and sucked on it. My hands caressed his hair, my hips moving up and down. He moved to the other boob and treated it with the same attention, my moans echoed in the room. 

He sat up on his knees and grabbed my legs, he pulled them wide apart. His cock thrust into me so easily, his hips moving faster and faster.

I moaned loudly at the feeling, my nails digging into his skin. His hand grabbed my neck, holding me in place. I bit my lip at the roughness of his touch, his cock slamming into me.

" You want more?" he asked grinning at me.

I nodded eagerly, I needed it so badly. " Cum for me, princess." he rubbed my clit with passion. 

I wailed loudly at his words and came all over him, my body trembling like an earthquake. My walls clenched around his cock, his hips pistoning in and out of me. He fucked me through my orgasm making me see the stars. 

His movement slowed down, he leaned on my body kissing my lips tenderly. " You are so gorgeous." he whispered.

I hugged him tightly. " You are not so bad yourself, cutie pie." 

He licked my earlobe making me tremble again. " You know I love you." he admitted. 

My hands caressed his back and I kissed his hair. " I love you too." I replied. " Just remember it." 

He pulled out of me and admired my body. " Enough with the vanilla love, you gotta make me cum." he claimed jerking off his shaft.

I watched him with excitement. "Make me feel like a dirty slut," I begged.

He laughed and positioned himself between my legs. His cockhead was already leaking; he rubbed it against my rim.

" Get inside, you bastard." I complained, my pussy clenching in need. 

He chuckled and smacked my ass. " Shut up and be a good girl." he ordered. " You'll get it when I want you to." 

He continued teasing my rim with his cock head, making me squirm. My hands slapped the bed in frustration, I wanted him so bad.

" Fuck it, do it." I complained.

He finally slid inside me, my breath caught in my throat. I gasped in pleasure and my pussy clenched around him.

" You like it?" he questioned, his lips kissing my neck. 

I moaned and nodded, my body trembling in pleasure. I licked his neck and sucked the skin. He groaned at my touch. His hands cupped my breasts and squeezed them roughly.

His lips kissed me again, our tongues dancing together. His hips moved faster, his cock thrusting harder and harder into me. My legs wrapped around his waist and pulled him deeper into me. 

He bit my shoulder making me whine in pleasure. " Such a good little slut." he praised me.

I giggled and moved my hips up and down. " Yours, all yours." I promised. 

He nodded at my words, and with a twist he made me land on top of him.  He slapped my ass hard. " Get to work." he demanded.

I frowned at him. " What do you want?" 

He smacked my ass again. " You got two choices, but I'm going to make it simple for you. Ride me like you mean it." he explained. 

I giggled at his choice and complied. I bounced on his cock with all my strength, his moans echoing mine. He watched me with lust in his eyes, his hands cupped my breasts.

I bit my lip and continued riding him, his cock sliding into me. His hand spanked my ass, making me move faster. My fingers played with my nipples, pinching them and making me moan.

He groaned louder and grabbed my waist, helping me ride him. His breathing got heavier and his moans louder.

" How close are you?" I asked.

He squeezed my ass cheek harder. " In this position the view is too awesome to stop it." 

I chuckled and licked my lips. " Is there something I can do to help you?"

He shook his head, his eyes were still focused on my movements. " You're good, baby, keep it up." 

I bounced on him harder, making him moan even louder. I pinched my nipples and made myself cum.

" That is new." he commented. 

His hands held me down on his body, caging me in. My tits rubbed against his chest, his cock pounding me from beneath. 

I squealed at the new feeling, my lips sucked his neck into my mouth. " Baby, please." I begged.

His hand spanked my ass hard, making me squeal louder. " You want me to cum?" he questioned me. 

I nodded, my body begging for it. His lips brushed mine and his tongue slipped inside, making me moan. He sucked my bottom lip into his mouth and nibbled it. The friction between my clit and his pubes made me feel the orgasm building. 

" Baby, I'm coming." I warned.

His lips left mine and he kissed my forehead. " Make it all more slippery for me."  

I nodded and came all over his cock. A puddle of juice leaked out of my pussy and dripped down on his balls. 

He moaned at the feeling and moved faster into me. " That feels so good, my cock is covered in your cream." he praised. " Good girl, keep cumming for me."

His hand grabbed my chin and forced me to look at him, his eyes blazed with lust. " Make out with me, while I 'm cumming." he ordered.

I nodded and kissed him roughly. His tongue slipped into my mouth, making me moan loudly. His cock twitched inside me and his hot cum filled me up. He continued to move his hips and make me feel him deeper. 

His cum dripped out of my pussy and down his balls. My body felt so spent, but I still felt the need to be filled up.

" More." I demanded.

He smiled and nodded. He rolled me on my back and moved between my legs, he started fucking me again. His dick was so soft and warm inside me.

I could feel his cum leaking out of my pussy, making it so slippery. His cock slid into me easily, with no effort. 

I bit my lip and moaned louder, my orgasm building again. My hands squeezed his ass cheeks making him thrust harder into me.

He licked my neck and kissed it, his lips sucking the skin into his mouth. I squealed loudly and came, my pussy clamping around his cock.

He continued pumping into me with utter desperation to please me. " I'm cumming again." he groaned. 

His cock twitched inside me again and his cum leaked out of my pussy. I moaned in delight at the feeling of being so full. 

His lips left my neck and he kissed me, his tongue slipping inside my mouth. His hands cupped my boobies and squeezed them softly. He made me feel loved and cherished.

" Princess." he whispered into my mouth.

His words were so sweet; he called me like that when I was being a good girl for him. I nodded, and he slipped out of me, his cum dripping down his shaft.

His finger caressed my stomach, the liquid dripping on my skin. I gasped at his touch, my body still trembling. His lips kissed my belly button and licked the cum off my skin.

He cleaned my stomach completely and lay down next to me, his arms wrapping around my body. My head rested on his shoulder, and his lips kissed my hair.

The sun was beaming through the curtains, a sunny day awaited us. I cuddled closer to his body and closed my eyes.

" I do not have the energy to stand up and closed those damn  curtains." I complained. 

He chuckled at my words and pulled me closer. " Sleep, I'll take care of it later."

I nodded and closed my eyes. My mind drifted to the events of last night, my body aching in all the right places. 

" I'm sorry again for what happened last night." I apologized again.

He kissed my hair. " It's okay, I forgave you." he reassured me.

I bit my lip. " What if I will do it again?" I asked him, making him smile.

" My girl would never make the same error again." he laughed, and my hand caressed his chest.

 I sucked his nipple, swirling my tongue around it. " How did you know that?" I questioned, my teeth nibbling on his skin. 

He gasped and his hand grabbed the back of my head, guiding me to suck his nipple properly. " Because you're my good little princess." 

I giggled and kissed his neck, I felt so happy. I was happy that he forgave me and that he wanted me so bad. I closed my eyes and continued to kiss him, his heart beating so fast against my lips.

His hands cupped my ass cheeks, pulling me closer to him. I licked his lips and he smiled at me, his tongue tangling with mine. 

" My princess." he whispered. His voice sounded so happy. " Sleep now." he guided my head to his chest.

I nodded and rested my head on his shoulder. His heart beat against my ear, his chest moving up and down while breathing. He was so warm and soft, I loved being in his arms. 

My eyes were closing, my mind drifting away. I felt his hand caress my back, making me feel so safe. 

" I love you, baby." I murmured.

" I love you too, princess." his voice sounded sleepy. " Sleep tight."

I smiled and closed my eyes completely, the darkness took me. His arms tightened around me, holding me closer to him.

His cum dried up on my belly and my pussy was sore. My limbs felt heavy, my muscles were tired. I needed rest and my cutie pie was giving it to me.

I had no clue how much I slept, I could only notice that my baby had cleaned my up the best he could without waking me up. His cum was still leaking out of me but he did a good job.

I could feel him looking at me, I opened my eyes and found him sitting on the bed with his phone in hand. His face was pure adoration for me,  he was so happy to see me awake.

" How are you feeling?" he asked, his hand caressing my hair. His touch sent shivers down my spine.

I licked my dry lips. " Thirsty." 

He nodded and stood up. " I'll get you water, I have already cooked something for lunch." he informed me. 

I smiled at his words. " Thank you." 

He nodded and left the room. I stood up and went to the bathroom to clean myself properly. I felt sticky and dirty, my pussy needed a good cleaning.

I returned to the room and found him with a tray of food in his hand. I blushed at him being so nice, he put the tray on the bedside table.

" I hope you like it." he said, his face showing his nervousness.

I looked at the dish and found it to be beans on toast and a cup of tea. ( A/N: aware she hates beans.) 

I indulged him and smiled at him. " Looks delicious."

He grinned at my words. " Great." he pulled the chair and sat in front of me.

I started eating the dish, it was not so bad as I imagined. The beans were not mushy and the toast was still crispy. My baby had done a great job. I drank from my cup and looked at him with appreciation.

" This is yummy." I praised.

His face beamed at my words, he looked so proud. His hand caressed my thigh softly, making me blush. 

I finished my meal and put the plate on the tray. I took a sip of my tea, looking at him from beneath my lashes.

" What do you want to do?" I asked. " We can watch a movie." 

He smirked at my words and his hand cupped my pussy. " This is the best movie for me."

I squealed at his touch and he pulled my panties down, revealing my pussy. He leaned over and licked it slowly, his tongue making me quiver.

" Cutie pie." I gasped. " I feel too sore." 

He kissed my inner thigh softly and looked at me. " I won't touch your folds, just let me workship your magnificent legs." he purred. " Let me kiss these soft thighs, your cutie pie needs something to lick."

His lips trailed kisses all over my thighs, his teeth nibbling the skin. My pussy clenched at his words, it was so hot. " Do it." I conceded.  

His lips moved down my body until they reached my thigh; he sucked the skin into his mouth and licked it. I squealed at the feeling.

He did the same on the other thigh, and I moaned louder. My nails dug into the sheets, my body shivering with pleasure.

I leaned back and closed my eyes, enjoying his ministrations. His fingers caressed my kneecaps softly, and I shuddered at the feeling. His mouth licked my ankle, and I giggled at the ticklishness.

He pulled my foot closer to his face and licked my toes. His hands squeezed my calf, and I squealed at his roughness. I tried to pull away, but he held me tight.

"Stay still," he admonished me. "Or you will have to take punishment."

His words made me shiver, I loved his dirty talk. I nodded at him and let him continue his workship of my body.

His lips brushed my instep, making me giggle. His teeth nibbled my toe and he sucked it into his mouth.

" You are so ticklish." he stated. 

I laughed and nodded, I could not deny the truth. He chuckled at me and continued his ministrations, making me feel cherished and loved. 

His mouth trailed kisses up my body until he reached my lips and kissed me. I moaned at his taste and wrapped my arms around him.

His hand cupped my boob and squeezed it roughly. " Do you want more?" he asked.

I nodded and moaned into his mouth, his tongue swirled with mine. His finger pinched my nipple making me groan loudly. 

I moved my hands down his body until I reached his cock and jerked it off. It was already hard, his moan echoed mine. His lips sucked my neck and his hand squeezed my ass cheeks.

" Princess, squeeze your thighs together for me to penetrate them." he whispered.  

I giggled at his words, he was so filthy. I turned on my side, with him behind me sat on his knees. 

His spat on his dick and slid  it between my thigh, making me shudder. His groan echoed mine, his hand claimed my hip and he thrust into me harder. 

His hips moved faster and faster into me, making me pant. My thighs were trembling at the force of his thrusts. His hot breath blew against my skin and I shivered with pleasure. 

" That's it, take it." he praised me. " Be a good little girl." 

His hand caressed my stomach and kneaded both my tits, making me squeal. 

" You are such a good girl for me." he murmured. " Your little legs are so soft." 

" Never thought someone could enjoy  fucking my thighs." I panted.

" I adore every single atom of your body." he stated bluntly. " Every inch of you is so perfect." 

His thrust became harder and his breathing faster. I felt his cock twitching between my thighs.

" You are making me cum." he whispered against my neck.

I squealed and moaned at his words. His hips pistoned into me faster and faster, I was so close to coming.

" Cum on my thighs." I begged. 

He groaned loudly and came between my legs. I felt his cum dripping down my pussy and I clenched around it, trying to keep it inside.

I felt so satisfied by him, he was so good to me. His lips sucked my shoulder, making me tremble. His arm wrapped around me and held me close to him.

" I gotta wash you up again." he laughed.

" It's your duty." I smiled back. " But not sex for the next day, please."

" Can we at least make out?" he asked innocently.  " A bit of kissing, nothing more." 

I chuckled at his words, his eyes were so cute. I leaned back and kissed him, his tongue slipped into my mouth. 

He licked me with passion, making me melt into his arms. My hands played with his hair, caressing it softly. 

He pulled away and looked at me with love. " I do love you." he confessed.

" I love you too." I replied smiling at him. 

His lips kissed my forehead and he stood up, he walked into the bathroom and ran the tub. " Need support to walk or can you handle it?" he questioned from the ensuite.  

I rolled my eyes at his question. " I'm fine." I answered.

I walked in the bathroom and watched him sitting on the tub, his dick still hard and leaking cum. I giggled at him and got in the tub with him. The water was hot and I relaxed into his arms, my head resting on his shoulder.

His lips kissed my hair and his hands caressed my body, making me feel so loved. His hand cupped my pussy and he cleaned it with gentle care, making sure not to hurt me.

" Thank you." I thanked him.

He nodded at my words and continued cleaning me up. When he finished, we washed each other and dried ourselves up.

We got back in the bedroom, he pulled under the duvet and I cuddled against him. 

" I got a different position I want to try with you." he murmured. 

" Tomorrow." I cajoled.

He chuckled and pulled me closer to him, I smiled at him.  We cuddled together and fell asleep till the new dawn. 

I had dreamt all night about the idea he could have had, so much so I had a wet dream.

" Wake up, sleepy boy." I  whispered against his ear.

He snorted and rolled on his back. "You are a very mean woman," he complained, his hand slapping my butt cheeks. "First you have your fun, and now you're waking me up." 

I grinned at him. "Come on, let's have fun."

His lips kissed me, and we made out passionately, our tongues swirled together. My hands caressed his back, and I moved my legs to straddle him.

"You are already wet," he remarked, his finger dipping inside me. "Someone had a dream, I suppose."

I blushed at his words, and he chuckled. He sat up and kissed me again, his tongue dancing with mine. His hand guided my pussy down on his cock, and I moaned in pleasure at the feeling. My walls were still sore, but they stretched around him easily.

"Ride me like a good little slut," he ordered. His hand spanked my ass hard, making me bounce on his dick.

I moaned in pleasure and moved my hips up and down, his cock sliding in and out of me. His hands cupped my tits and squeezed them roughly.

" You feel so good." he praised.

His hand pinched my nipples and I squealed. His lips sucked them into his mouth, making me arch my back. His hand played with my clit, his fingers rubbing it with passion.

" That's it." he whispered. " Cum for me, my princess."

I came hard, my pussy clenching around him. His hips moved faster, his cock fucking me harder.

" Such a good little girl." he praised me.

His hand slapped my ass and I moaned loudly, his cock was filling me up. I bit my lip and moved my hips faster, wanting more of him

I licked his neck and sucked it into my mouth, nibbling the skin lightly. He growled in pleasure. " Hold on and let me do it." 

 I dismounted him, he grabbed my ankle and made me spin on my belly, my legs fell open. He smacked my ass hard, the sound echoing in the room.

" I likes to see your ass clench when I 'm fucking you." his voice so sweet. 

I arched my back and he spanked my ass again, the feeling sending shivers down my spine. His cock entered me with ease, my pussy was so slippery.

His hands grabbed my hips and pulled me closer to him, he fucked me with all his might. His thrusts were so hard that I could feel his cock in my stomach. 

I cried out in pleasure, my pussy clenched around his shaft. My orgasm built again, his thrusts hitting my cervix over and over again. He rubbed my asshole with his finger, making my body tremble with pleasure.  

I bit the pillow to stifle my moans, his thrust became faster and harder. His hand slapped my ass hard. " Cum for your cutie pie." he growled. 

 " Shit, you are so deep." I moaned loudly, my hands holding the sheets. " I'm cumming." 

My pussy gushed around him, my walls clamping around his dick.  He continued thrusting into me, his hips moving so fast. 

" I had turned you into a greedy little beast." I moaned.

" Just for you, princess." he pounded me into me with wild abandon. " Take it all."

I could feel him getting closer, his breathing faster.  

" Fuck, cutie pie, you are making me crazy." I squealed.

He moved one of his hands and rubbed my clit with vigor. His thrust became erratic, his breathing ragged. He pounded me harder and harder, making my pussy feel so full.

His moan echoed mine and his cock twitched inside me. " I'm about to burst." he moaned. 

I looked  at him over my shoulder, his eyes were closed and his face so concentrated. His hair was messy and his lips parted, his breath coming out in gasps. He was so handsome.

" Fill this  pussy up, cutie pie." I moaned. 

His cock twitched inside me and his cum filled me up, my pussy clenched around him. My body trembled with pleasure, my orgasm building again.

" Oh shit." I squealed, my walls clamping hard around his cock. He continued moving inside me, filling me up so well.

I collapsed on the mattress, my body spent. His weight fell on top of me, his head resting on my shoulder. I could feel his heart beating so hard against my back. 

" Cutie pie." I murmured. 

His arm wrapped around my waist and he turned us on our side. His lips kissed my neck softly and his hand caressed my belly.

" Good girl." he whispered. " Such a good little princess."

His voice was so gentle and loving, I melted in his embrace. My hands wrapped around him, pulling him closer to me.

We slept soundly embraced, his cum leaking out of my pussy. I felt so safe and loved, I couldn't imagine my life without him. He was my everything and I was his. We were made for each other.

I woke up alone, I stretched my body and stood up. The sun was already set and I had spent the day in bed, sleeping.

My baby came into the room fully dressed. " Where have you been?" I questioned.

He smiled softly. " To the temple to pray for Mum and Dad, I needed a bit of me time."

I stood up and hugged him. " Next time take me with you." I requested. " We were, are and going to be a family, till death do us apart." 

                                           Hand in hand.You & me.

                                           Today, tomorrow, forever.

[thedevilsoftruth]

♡ •Bedtime Story •♡

B. Barnes x afab reader

Summary: Bucky comes back home to his family after a few weeks of being stuck in another state for his work for congress.

Tags: ( 5k+ words ) heavy smut! Small Sam Wilson cameo at the veeerrry end of this fic. Bucky's terrible pregnancy kink, dilf bucky?, established ( married ) relationship, very vulgar language, cunnilingus, Bucky being a smart ass, dirty talking, piv sex, mentions of postpartum ( reader is still in her postpartum phase, ) vaginal fingering, multiple orgasms, reader is very touch sensitive and touch starved, not beta read!

Thought this was a cute concept, and also I'm getting very close to my ovulation period, and I need this man to do very bad things to me or else I'll die. Goodnight.

[ My marvel request box is back open. Please see my pinned post for my request rules. ]

Mdni! I am not responsible for what you find on the internet.

The front door opened with a soft click.

The warm air from the house welcomed Bucky as he walked inside quietly, shutting the door behind him. His coat was drenched from the rain, his body shivering underneath it. He kicked off his shoes and set them by the door, taking off his coat and then setting it down in the coat rack.

He set his keys down on the accent table next to the door with a heavy sigh.

It was almost one in the morning. He knew you probably wouldn't be awake, and he felt bad for not texting you. But not really; he wanted it to be a surprise.

He would worry about his things in the car when the morning came. For now, all he wanted was to see his wife.

The living room was cluttered with childrens toys, and he almost stepped on a little car as he made his way down the hallway. There were blankets tossed lazily on the couch, torn up dog toys scattered across the dining room--and weirdly inside the kitchen.

He noticed your brothers car outside. He kind of figured you'd have him over as you were dealing with both a feisty toddler girl and a baby boy.

Bucky had felt bad for leaving you for so long, but the both of you knew how important his work was to him. Still, that did not take away his longing for you.

He made his way past the army of toys on the floor and towards the stairs, which where baby proofed with a little gate. He unlocked it, closed it behind him, then excitedly rushed up the stairs. He couldn't wait to see you.

He opened the bedroom door quietly. He immediately noticed that the lights were on in the bathroom, and that the bed was empty as he stepped in. He closed the door behind him and made his way into the bathroom.

It didn't take long for you to notice him. You turned to face him mid way through screwing a box of chocolate covered almonds shut. You had a few in your hands, and you had a little bit of chocolate on your face.

You didn't look the most appealing in that moment. Your hair was incredibly messy in a bun at the top of your head. Only a few strands were actually inside the scrunchie, the rest of your hair spilling out chaotically around your face. You wore a robe around your body and sweatpants.

He couldn't stop the wide smile that was spreading across his face. He didn't look that great either. His hair was getting long again and so was his facial hair.

And he kind of stood there for a moment, just watching you watching him.

" Hi, " he finally cracked, his eyes crinkling as he smiled foolishly. You looked back, stuffing an almond in your face.

" You're home. " You commented, trying to finish your chocolate before you could get excited.

" Sure am. " He said, his eyes falling onto the baby monitor on the countertop. His smile never once dropped as he looked at your little baby boy shift in his crib in the nursery.

Suddenly, Bucky throws his arms around you and inhales your scent.

" How's the mama doing? " He asked you, swaying you side to side in his arms. He missed you so much. He hated being away from you, especially in the state that you were in. Even though he knew you said you were fine with being alone, it hadn't been too long since you last gave birth. He knew it'd slowly drive you mad over time.

" Just tired. " You told him, running your hand on his forearm. He smiled, kissing your jaw sweetly.

" I would imagine. " He spoke, turning you around to face him. He cupped your face and soothingly ran his thumbs on your cheeks. You hummed, practically melting into his touch. You both missed eachother so much. It felt like forever since you had been in each other's arms.

You could just stare at eachother for hours. Or just simply be next to each other and enjoy the silence between you too. And that was what made you love Bucky so much; he didn't take up all your social energy but he didn't take away from it either. The silence was never awkward for the both of you.

He took your hand in his, kissing your knuckles sweetly. He kept your hand in his as he rocked you in his loving embrace. Him being home and safe was the best thing you could have heard after the stressful week you had been having.

" I'm sorry I had to leave you here for so long. " He apologized, a sad look falling upon his handsome face. You managed a weak smile, rubbing your thumb over his.

" Something something congressman stuff. " You grinned, naturally this time. Bucky chuckled, running his vibranium hand up and down your back.

" Yeah, something like that. " He muttered, leaning in for a kiss. You stood on your toes slightly, craning your neck back as he bent down to kiss you. You hummed softly against his lips as they moved against yours, pecking at them, warm and wet. You tilted your head to deepen the kiss, and a pleasurable moan escaped from his mouth. His vibranium hand on your back moved to the back of your head for support, his flesh hand moving to your check as your arms snaked around his neck. Then, Bucky being Bucky, decided to mess with you and bit your lip playfully. You gasped and hit his chest jokingly, pulling away from the kiss.

" I missed you. " He said, chuckling. You squinted your eyes at him, pursing your lips. And he had this big grin on his face that you wanted to punch and kiss at the same time. Your hand stilled at his chest, your palm opening slightly right where his dog tags hung loose. Once the laughter subsided, there was a slight tinge of bittersweet desire hanging in the air, and the two of you just kind of stared at eachother for a moment.

" I missed you too. " You responded, a light blush spreading across your cheeks. He missed your blush, missed your smile, missed you--his wife--all in general. He placed his flesh hand on your cheek, and leaned in to kiss you again. You could feel the cold metal of his wedding ring against your warm cheek, and that made you smile against his lips.

His kissed trailed off, from your lips to your blushing cheek, his hand moving down to the side of your neck. You moaned softly, his lips latching onto that little spot on your neck he knew you were super sensitive to.

Your fingers curled around his dog tags through his shirt. His hands dropped to your hips, his lips sweeping across the soft, sensitive skin on your neck sweetly. You pushed back your hair, giving him more access to you. He hummed in response, his tongue darting out between his lips to lick and suck on your skin gently. A little whimper left your mouth as he did so.

" Mm... That feel good, sugar? " He inquired in your ear, his warm breath fanning over your neck. You whimpered in response, your stomach filling with butterflies at his words. He placed hot, rough, open-mouthed missed between the crook of your neck, to the side of it, and making your head spin with the desire that was quickly becoming evident in your pants.

" Bucky, " you whispered, the tags under his shirt clinking together softly under your grip on them. His hair was damp from the rain. He felt like he was making you slightly uncomfortable with how cold and wet he was.

" Hmm? " He hummed. His hand came down between your legs, making you shiver under his touch. He cupped your sex roughly, bringing your body up and forward slightly as he did so. You gasped, your grip on his tags getting tighter.

" You're kinda wet... " You commented, running your hand down the sleeve of his rain-stained shirt. He chuckled, the sound rich and rumbling deep from within his chest.

" So are you. " He said with that cocky, boyish grin you loved so much as he pulled away from your neck. You bit your lip, knowing full well he was right. His large hand squeezed around your center, massaging it through your sweatpants gently.

" Hey, I know you just gave birth 3 months ago, but you wouldn't mind having baby number 3, right? " Bucky joked, though nothing about that joke was funny to you. Your smiled dropped and you scoffed at him.

" Ha. You're funny. " You told him, putting one hand on your hip and giving him ' the mom look. ' That grin on his face never left.

" Come on, gorgeous. You know I'm just playing. " Your " real funny " husband reassured you, leaning back down to give you yet another kiss. But you returned it so quickly, kissing him back with the same hunger he gave you. Your hand went down to his stomach, the familiar feeling of his abs under your palm bringing you back to your pre-marital stages. Before you begun running after your messy children who wouldn't eat their dinner like a headless chicken. You smiled at the idea, and by the sigh he left against your lips, you could tell he was thinking the same. (....or maybe the chili cheese dog he probably had for lunch. )

" Come here, " he grunted, wrapping his arms around your thighs and picking you up and making you squeal. " I'm taking you to bed. "

His lips stayed on yours all the way through. He walked out of the en suite bathroom in your bedroom and gently dropped you down onto the bed. Your body softly bounced on mattress as you were laid down.

Bucky quickly ripped off his coat before he joined you in bed. He crawled over your body, locking eyes with you as he moved himself between your legs. You took out the scrunchie in your hair, shaking your head to get it out of it's place as a very bad bun on your head.

It had been a very long time since you last had sex with him. Maybe it went as back as your second trimester, but it had been so long that you couldn't even remember when it was.

His lips found yours once more in a steering kiss that took your breath away. His hands went to the belt of your robe, working to untie it while his tongue was too busy trying to sword fight with yours--or whatever it was doing.

Bucky slowly opened your robe to his hungry gaze, pulling away from your lips to run his hand down your stomach with his vibranium hand, making you shiver. You were topless under the robe, now half naked and exposed in front of him. He gulped hard, his Adams apple bobbling as he did so.

" Oh, baby... " He whispered, eyeing you up and down. God he missed your body so much. His hands ran down your sides, stopping at your hips. He thought of the two times he had gotten you pregnant, how lucky he was to have you and his two between children. Thoughts of the nights where you had been trying for Steve--your youngest, flooded his mind. And honestly he was getting a little bit harder just thinking about it.

He hooked his fingers under the waistband of your panties and sweatpants. He looked you in the eyes and smiled.

" Lift up for me, pretty girl. " He instructed, watching as your hips moved the second he asked you to move them. With your hips lifted in the air, he could easily roll your sweatpants down your legs.

You were getting butterflies so hard. He was so sweet and gentle with you as he leisurely discarded the rest of your clothes. It was so different compared to the crazy amounts of hard sex he had with you in the beginning stages of your relationship. This felt real to you. This felt like love to you.

Once you were completely undressed, Bucky couldn't help but just stare at you. You were so beautiful; every inch of you was like a work of art. His hands ran up and down your soft, plump thighs, squeezing them gently. His eyes raked up and down your body. He felt like your beauty was knocking him dizzy.

" You, " he breathed, picking up your leg by the arch of your foot, kissing your calf. His eye were heavy lidded as he looked at you. " Are so beautiful. "

His lips trailed from your calf to the inside of your thigh, dragging them slowly across your skin, making you shiver. And maybe, for a moment, you were actually considering baby number 3.

Bucky knew sure as hell that he was. He loved his little demons and would never turn you down if you asked him for another. Maybe you'd let him in the future, after all, you had just gotten out of postpartum.

His flesh hand ran down your leg before stopping between your thighs. He set his palm on your pelvic bone, his thumb coming in contact with your aching clit. Your body shook, and he smirked at your reaction and at how desperate you seemed.

" Poor baby, "he cooed, kissing your inner thigh before rising up to kiss your lips. His thick two middle fingers ran down your slit, your slick coating his fingers.

" You were probably so touch-starved without me here, hm? "

You mewled loudly as his thumb went back on your clit. The tip of his middle finger traced your entrance teasingly, driving you crazy. His touch on your clit was feather-like, barley even there.

" Bucky... " You whined, your hips arching into his hand, seeking more friction. He chuckled darkly at your reaction to his touch.

" Hm? Something you need, sugar? " He asked you in that familiar cocky time you were way too used to. You wanted to punch him so bad. He knew exactly what he was doing.

" Fuck you. " You spoke through gritted teeth in spite. Bucky gave you a fake pout.

" Is that the way you talk to your husband? " His hands withdrew from your core, making you feel empty even though they were barley there in the first place. " I guess you don't want me to touch you then, no? "

"No-no! I want you to touch me. " You practically begged, trying to open your legs more to provoke him. He grinned.

" Oh yeah? You want me to? ''

Little shit was trying to make you beg.

And it was working.

" Please, Bucky. " You whimpered, grabbing the sleeve of his shirt as you looked at him pleadingly. How could he ever say no to you like that? He smiled, finally giving in. He wasn't going to tease you for very long because he knew how much you needed him.

" Okay, I'm sorry. " He apologized with a tooth grin, running his flesh hand back down between your legs. The second his hand came in contact with your aching core, you immediately felt relief wash over your body. His fingers drifted up and down your little clit, petting it almost. Your eyes rolled back, your back lifting off of bed. Bucky smirked at your reaction.

His thumb twirled harsh circles around your clit, making you moan loudly.

" Sensitive there, baby? " He teased. He took your tiny, quaking bud in between his fingers and pinched it gently. " I've barley even touched you and you look like you're about to explode. " He laughed darkly, lowering his head between your thighs.

You felt your breath being captured in your throat as he licked a long straight line from your entrance to your clit. The tip of his tongue slowly lugged up and down your little bundle of nerves. Up and down. Up and down

His two middle fingers dipped into your entrance steadily, the tips of them lightly brushing up against your warm walls. You groaned gutteraly, your head thrown back onto the soft mattress. Your fingers snaked into his brown, outgrown hair and you tugged on his scalp. He moaned against your cunt, soft vibrations being sent to your cunt and making you shiver.

" Fuuck, " he groaned lowly, his blue eyes rolling into the back of his head as he ate you out like a fucking starved man. " God, I missed this pussy. "

He parted his lips and flattened his tongue against your slippery folds then shook his head against your cunt. You squealed, your thighs jerking and clenching around his head. You bit down on your finger, your hips arching toward his face, begging for more friction.

" Did you touch yourself while I was gone, hmm? " He inquired, grinning, flicking his pretty blue eyes up to meet your gaze. Your eyes feel on his and your pussy fluttered at the look he was giving you.

" It's not the same is it? " He questioned, his lips pecking around your soft clit. Your brows curled up, your mouth opening in a little ' o ' shape. He knew you too well.

" Bucky... " You breathed. He sucked on your clit, making you gasp and shake in his arms. He knew what you were trying to do; you were trying to get him to shut up because he was embarrassing you.

" Did you think of me--hmmph.. touching you like this? "

His words send shivers down your spine. His voice was low, deep and smoother than a warm glass of milk.

" I bet you did. Dirty girl. " His fingers curled up into you, right in the spot he knew you loved so much. What was scary about it was that he knew where your little spot was and could hit it at any time he wanted, but chose not to; all just to tease you.

Your toes curled into the red silky sheets on your shared bed. You tugged on his hair harder, loud moans and cries leaving your mouth as he kissed and sucks in your pussy. Your face felt hot, and your cunt felt unnecessarily over-sensitive. You were going to break at any moment.

His lips closed around your aching clit, and he slowly bobbed his head against your cunt, sucking on it roughly. You closed your eyes tightly, your thighs shaking around your husband's face.

Bucky rose from your legs, substituting his mouth for his thumb to his his jaw a break. His two, long, thick middle fingers sunk deeply into your cunt. And he still had his wedding ring on. You couldn't control the loud, gasping moans that we're leaving your lips. Bucky loved it when you got loud for him; your loud moans told him he was doing something right and he loved testing how loud he could make you.

" Does that feel good, sweet girl? " He asked you, bending down to kiss you deeply. Your lips quivered against his, wet and puffy. You moaned in approval into his mouth. He grinned, pulling back and wiping his mouth. His fingers pumped in and out of you at an intoxicating sweet and fast but sensual pace. You stared at him with heavy lidded eyes, biting your lip.

" God, it's like you're in fucking heat right now. " He laughed, rubbing a hard line up and down your cunt. Your face became redder at his thoughts, your thighs clenching around his arm. He forced your legs back open.

" Oh, fuck you. " You sighed, letting your head fall back down onto the mattress. He hummed, cupping his hand around your shaking sex.

" Geez, honey. " He scoffed, lowering his head back between your thighs. A muscle in your core tensed, bracing for the impact his tongue was going to have on your sensitive flesh.

" You kiss your husband with that mouth? " He joked, his tongue rolling across your slit and making your hips jerk. God you hated his stupid, snarky, smart ass mouth. You gently smacked his face with your thigh.

" I'm gonna beat your ass. "

Like you could. He scoffed again at the thought of that. He was amused, and you were only fueling his fire.

" See, you like to talk like that, but the second I'm between your legs, you finally shut up. " He replied, his fingers curling in and out of you. He was right; you were a complete and utter wreck in his arms.

" Could this actually be putting you in your place? " Bucky wondered, his lips pecking at your flesh softly. As much as you wanted to pretend you were annoyed, the both of you knew that it felt too fucking good for you to actually have any negative feelings towards him in the moment. Not when you were moaning and gripping onto the sleeves of his t-shirt for the life of you.

" Now come on, honey. " He whispered against your pussy. He gave your flesh a long lick, his beard scratching against your skin as he did so.

" Be a good girl and come on my face, yeah? "

His eyes made contact with yours once more. You bit your lip, your cunt quivering. The pace of his fingers became noticably faster, his tongue flicking up and down your clit repeatedly. You could barley maintain eye contact for more than a few seconds before your eyes went rolling back into your skull.

Your breath became heavier, your hips rolling against his face as his tongue and skilled fingers worked together in harmony to push you right off the edge.

And it did not take long for you to reach the peak he wanted, given how absolutely touch sensitive you were that night. You came crashing onto his face hard, your orgasm long and full-body-shaking intense. Bucky moaned eagerly as he drank down ever last drop of the sweet honey that dripped down your hive.

His tongue lapped around your cunt, licking up your cum-covered folds unceremoniously.

He pulled back, droplets of your essence dripping down his chin, coating his beard. He chuckled when he realized the it was on him, and he wiped his mouth with the back of his sleeve.

The both of you just sat there for a moment, staring at eachother, panting. Your body was tingling with post-orgasmic bliss. But Bucky was not done with you.

His hands went down to his belt, and you quirked a brow at him.

" Baby, I can't do anything too crazy tonight. " You warned him, a warm sense of anticipation running through your body. Bucky smiled, taking his belt out of his pants.

" That's okay, honey. " He shrugged, leaning in to peck your lips. He hooked his thumb in the waistband of his pants and boxers, and shimmied his way out of his clothes. Then, he tore his way out of his grey long sleeved shirt, his dog tags falling onto his chest with a soft clink.

You felt like a teenage girl whenever her crush would walk past her in the hallway as you stared at Bucky. Of course, this was not your first time seeing him naked.... Like, at all, but he was just so beautiful in front of you.

All in his naked glory.

He crawled up your body, caging you in his arms as he braced them by your head, isolating you from the rest of the world. He leaned in and kisses you deeply, his hands reaching out for the base of your thighs.

" You don't have to do anything tonight. " He whispered. He directed his hardened, pre-cum lubricated cock towards your entrance. Your breath hitched as he slowly pushed inside you, your pussy stretching to accommodate his size. It was a familiar sensation, one that you had been missing out on for nearly 7 months.

" Just sit back and let me give you what you need. " He whispered, bringing your leg over his shoulder so he could angle his hips in a certain way that would let him sink his dick into you further.

Ah, and that was why you loved Bucky.

He loved helping you with things, and he loved pleasuring you in all kinds of ways. And he was never selfish or stingy about it, either. He loved the rewarding feeling of your sweet moans echoing through the walls whenever he was deep inside you. Just thinking of it made his head spin.

Bucky set a slow and steady pace for you, his cock dragging across your warm, slick walls deeply and eliciting tiny, breathy moans out of you. His right hand went up and down your plump thigh that was propped against his shoulder. He gave your calf butterfly kisses, making you feel all light and airy. You bit down on your lip, looking at him heavy lidded, lustful eyes.

Bucky's flesh hand went down to grip the base of your thigh, holding it against his torso as his pace quickened. His thrust were deep and hard, and his tags would clink together with each powerful stroke of his cock.

" Fuck, look at that. " He moaned, looking down between your legs at where your bodies met. He watched his thick cock disappear into your warmth, picking up your sweet slick onto his shaft with each thrust he gave you. He threw his head back, his bangs covering his handsome face as his hips rolled against yours and he panted heavily.

There was a thin layer of sweat glistening down his body. You were starting to sweat too. The both of you hadn't done this in months, after all. But just the mere thought of that made Bucky's thirst for you worst.

He heald your thigh to his chest tighter, and his pace swiftly became hurried and heavy. You let out a whimper for each thrust he gave you, your muscles tensing and contracting around him at the sudden movement.

" You like that? " He asked, his voice hoarse as a wild smile broke upon his face. Your eyes were closed shut, and all you could do was just weakly nod and whimper in response. Your little cunt was so sensitive around him.

His cock hauled in and out of your velvet walls, kissing every single inch of you, every single inch that you that so badly needed to be touched. His vibranium hand reached between your quivering legs and laid upon your pelvic bone so he thumb could trace and rub your clit.

Your body jolted at the contact, and your mouth flung open in surprise. Each touch he gave you, though not that hard at all, made your entire body jerk and shake violently. His vibranium hand was cold, too, only adding to the sensations.

" Bucky.. " you whined; a whine he knew all too well.

You were gonna cum soon.

He smirked.

" Getting close, sugar? " He quirked a brow at you, kissing your calf again. You moaned gutteraly and loudly, the sounds echoing off the walls and surely heard from downstairs. Your fingers clawed at his forearm, your back lifting off the bed in pure pleasure.

" Ye-yeah. O-oh. Fuck. " You choked on your moans, your eyes falling into the back of your head. He was starting to feel his build up too.

Feeling bold, Bucky shifted you closer to his body--if that was even possible--and pumped his cock into you like there was absolutely no tomorrow.

" C'mon. " He grunted through gritted teeth, his hips slamming against your at an unimaginable harsh pace. Your toes curled in the air, your thighs clenching around his body, your sex convulsing and gripping on his cock for dear life, never letting go of it.

His cockhead was pushed against your sweet spot, making you cry out in ecstasy. Your gripped onto his shoulders, opening your mouth to say something, but your words were overtaken by your heavy breathing and desperate cries.

" Fuck, fuck. Bucky, right there! Ri--gonna fuck--ahh. " You barley mustered the words, too fucked out of your head to even make up a proper sentence. Bucky chuckled darkly. He rolled his thumb against your clit again, making you jump and cry out

" Yeah? Yeah? That feels good, hmm? " Bucky panted, bending forward to kiss you, his torso pressing your knee against your chest. You were a wreck. A mantra of moans left your mouth, your mind hazy and filled only if the thoughts of your husband. He leaned die to kiss your shoulder.

" Fuck, sweetie, I'm gonna cum soon. Where do you want me to finish? " He asked, pulling back and flicking his head to get his hair out of his face. You didn't even need a lot of time to think about your answer, you just needed some time to stop moaning and breathing so hard.

" I-inside. " You responded. He slowed down.

" Inside? " He repeated, confused.

" Bucky just do it! " You cried out, putting your hand on his chest.

So it looks like you had finally thought about his little suggestion from earlier.

The moment he realized that, he couldn't stop grinning ear to ear, and he reset back to the fast pace he had set for you previously. He was proud to say the least, and it encouraged him to keep up until the both of you finished.

You came down a little bit before him, but that didn't stop him from keeping up the pace. Being a super solider sure did come in handy for stamina, huh? Well--for him that was the case, for you, not so much.

And that man was not stopping until he was able to fill you up.

Thick, hot ropes of his cum came spurting inside of you, filling you up completely and making you feel warm and fuzzy.

The both of you were panting heavily, relived and also extremely exhausted. It had been a very long day for you both, but that night was surely the highlight of your night... And also a highlight for the rest of your life's.

" Fuck, " he panted, setting your leg back down onto the bed. His chest heaved up and down, and your body shook uncontrollably from your past orgasms.

" I'm very glad you agreed with me." He smiled foolishly, pulling out of you slowly. A little bit of his cum came gushing down your legs, and he was quick to scoop it up with his fingers and shove it back in there.

" Don't want that being wasted if we're gonna have this baby, hm? "

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“ How old are they now? “ Sam asked Bucky as they walked together along the dock. Bucky didn't usually talk about his family a lot, but the question of his family had been once again brought up at a time where Bucky just couldn't resist not talking about them.

“ Our oldest is 5, and our youngest is 9 months. “ Bucky responded. Sam couldn't help but give his old friend a tooth grin. He was a huge family man.

“ You gonna tell me about them? Or your wife? I still don't even know this woman. “ Sam teased. Buckies eyes softened as he thought about it. A familiar feeling washed through them, a rather nostalgic one at that. They couldn't quite figure out what it was.

“ No. “ Bucky responded. “ No, I don't think I will. “ It was those exact words that got Sam to remember where the nostalgia was coming from. As Bucky spoke, he could hear Steve’s voice along with his. It was one of the last interactions Sam had with Steve; when Steve had given Sam his shield. He remembered seeing the ring on his finger. But then again, Sam was always reminded of Steve when he was around Bucky.

“ All I will tell you, though, is that… 2 kids definitely wasn't enough for us. “ Bucky laughed, shaking his head. His cheeks turned pink at the idea, and he hid his face in embarrassment the moment he said it. Sam’s mouth flew open in shock.

“ You dog! “ He exclaimed, nudging Bucky to the side with his elbow. The both of them exchanged laughter.

“ Is she expecting? “ Sam asked excitedly, like a toddler who was just told by their mother that they could have a piece of candy. He was practically shaking with endorphins, waiting for the answer. But Bucky just shook his head.

“ I won't tell you that. “ Bucky teased, furrowing his brows at his best friend. Sam threw his hands in the air in disbelief.

“ What?! But I'm your best friend!! “

“ I'm not telling you! “ Bucky laughed, enjoying the banter between the both of them.

“ Come on, please!! I have to know, don't leave me on the edge of my seat! “

“ Come on dude, I just said I'm not telling you. “ Bucky said in a mocking tone.

“ James, you gotta tell me–” Bucky cut him off.

“ Oh yeah? You calling me James now? Only my wife calls me that. “ Bucky confessed, teasingly leaving tiny little crumbs about his family for Sam to chew on.

“ Oh really?! What else? “ Sam demanded.

“ Is this how we’re really playing it? Fine. Come to the baby shower on September 14th and maybe you'll see then. “ Bucky teased his best friend one last time. Sam became even more shocked. He jumpped around the fock, waving his arms in the air. He planted his feet into the hardwood of the floor, his hands on the top of his head as he threw his head around like a lunatic.

“ What?! “ Sam exclaimed. Bucky nonchalantly nodded his head and muttered “ yeah “ as he stuffed his hands in his pockets.

“ Oh my god! Oh my god, brother–wow.. Ju-just wow! “ Sam sighed, completely awestruck.

“ I’m so proud of you, man! “ He spoke, pulling Bucky in for a rather soul-squeezing hug. He patted his back harshly a couple of times, and then, as they parted, ferociously dabbed him up.

“ Thank you. “ Bucky said a couple of times as Sam proceeded to yell words of praise right into his ear.

“ You know, I think there's something wrong with me. Each time we've.. you know, I've always hit the bullseye. Each time.“ Bucky jokes, even though everything he's saying is true. Sam's smile immediately faded.

“ Okay, I know I said I wanted to know about them, but I didn't need to know that. “ Sam said, taking his arm off Buckies shoulder. He shrugged.

They continued to walk around the dock, the floorboard creaking under their footsteps. The sun was setting, casting a beautiful purple, pink and orange hue throughout the sky. It felt nice for Bucky to be in Sams town again. Only little did Sam know that Bucky's " mysterious " family was actually with him in town, and he had plans to introduce him to them the next day.

“ So what do you want to do before you leave? “ Sam asked. “ There's this really good Thai place a few blocks down. “

Bucky smiled, kicking a nearby rock across the dock. He was wondering how he was going to keep his little secret from his friend for the next few hours.

[ A/N: This portion of this fic was originally written for the first ever draft I wrote for Bucky. It was titled Clouser and was written in the middle of my theatre class. Yes, my theatre class. I loved the interaction between them so much that I wanted to use it for this fic. ]

[tsukuharuko]

As per the woman's invitation, Haruko knelt before the low table, thanking her with a smile. The table already had several inviting things to nibble on while waiting for the main meal -- fresh bread, berries, what looked like an improvised salad, and pieces od dried meat cut in small cubes. It all looked... Very simple. Humble food, clearly put together with what little they had time to gather after the house had been rebuilt, she realised with a pang of guilt in her stomach.

"You've been very nice, inviting us for dinner," Haruko said. "Please, don't feel like you have to prepare so much food for us..."

"Oh, it's no big deal," the woman reassured her, bent on the small stove; Haruko saw a small light dancing inside it. "Really, if it hadn't been for your help, we wouldn't even be able to eat under a roof at all. Sharing a dinner is just the best way to celebrate this house you helped us rebuilt-- Sweetie! Be gentle!"

Haruko's head wheeled to witness the little child tugging Inosuke's ear with a marveled giggle. Despite the worries clouding her mind in the last couple of days, she couldn't help but laugh at the scene.

"Oh, no!" She said, quick to stand up and head towards their direction. "Look at that! You have just captured a mighty and powerful demon, haven't you?"

With that, she gently unwrapped the kid's fingers from around Inosuke's ear. As she did so, her knuckled brushed the tufts of hair on its top, and her eyes hesitated on it for a second. They indeed seemed soft...

"Here," she huffed, picking up the kid who, while not offering a struggle, was still clearly mesmerised by Inosuke's ears. "Spare your enemy, he really cares about those ears."

With that, she gave Inosuke a hesitant look -- probably the first real one since the evening before, she realised with a bitter sigh.

"Are you ok?" She asked. "Did it hurt...?"

Thankfully, the door opened an instant after, breaking the awkwardness of the moment. The man from the earlier days, the same one who had antagonised Inosuke before asking for his help, walked in; he seemed surprised to see his guests, and halted on the threshold for a moment.

"Oh... You're here already," he muttered, a hand running to rub the back of his neck as he closed the door behing him. "I'm sorry. We took longer than planned to help refurnishing one of the houses..."

"How is it going, dear?" The wife asked, putting a pot of steaming soup in the middle of the small table. "Everything alright?"

"Yeah," the man hung the sack with his tools on a nail by the door. "We should be done by tomorrw. The whole village is pretty much rebuilt." And with that, he gave Inosuke a look and a nod. "Thanks to you."

He motioned at Inosuke and Haruko to follow him as he knelt by the table, soon imitated by his wife. Haruko was quick to return her the child before sitting in front of them in turn.

"I don't think we can ever thank you enough for your help," the man began, cutting the bread and handing each of them a slice. "It's funny, isn't it? I don't think we even had time to properly introduce ourselves in the middle of this whole mess..."

He put the bread down and placed a hand on his chest.

"I am Seito. Me and my wife, Naru, are honored to have you over for dinner." And, as the kid tugged his sleeve with a pout, he added with a chuckle. "Oh, and little Shin here, too."

"Let's eat now," Naru announced with a delicate clap of her hands. "I hope you like it -- it's hazelnuts and mushrooms soup."

Inosuke was certainly an odd sight to the eyes, for one who was used to his regular attire. His hands were clean of their usual dirt, his hair almost free of twigs and leaves, his skin soft-looking in the dimming sunlight. His outfit complimented his efforts, giving him an almost noble air.

Thankfully, his attitude was quick to correct that impression.

"I almost thought you'd chickened out or something! Even though you don't mind people!" He pointed out, grinning from ear to ear as he handed her the clothes. "I didn't eat any of the food without you!"

He watched her disappear behind the house, relief washing away what discomfort had started to settle. He was soon distracted by the kid's insistent gaze - a few days prior, he would have taken it as a form of aggression...

"What? You've never seen someone as powerful as me, have you?" Inosuke claimed, crouching down to the kid's level. "Want to touch my arms? Feel how strong they are?!"

He turned to nod at the woman's suggestion, rather eager to get started with the food, and failed to realize that the child had taken him up on his offer - well, almost. The child did approach and reach up to touch him, but they weren't interested in the muscles hidden under neat fabrics. No, they'd set their sights on something visible, and far more fascinating.

"Fluffy, fluffy..." The child cooed, a hand now wrapped around Inosuke's ear.

[lovebyhyun]

bad idea, right?

genre : idek what to call this, a blurb? ex!chan x gn!reader, inspired by olivia rodrigo’s “bad idea, right?”

synopsis : you were supposed to forget about you ex a while ago, but somehow life is more fun if you both have a secret to keep.

warnings : mentions of vomiting, very very slightly suggestive

a/n : i love olivia rodrigo so much i just had to do this, also i wrote this while watching jurassic park so excuse any typos lmao

masterlist

It all started when Chan was supposed to give you back the things that you left at his apartment before you two broke up. Some clothes, a phone charger, even a toothbrush. You practically lived there so it was big box of things. He couldn’t just leave it under your door for you to handle it yourself. No, he wasn’t that evil.

He had to carry it inside himself, and since he was already there, you welcomed him inside, it would just be rude not to serve him a cup of coffee. So you did.

It went downhill from that point. You wake up, your cheek glued to his bare chest, and as your body starts to wake up, you feel how badly tangled the limbs of you two are. It was not supposed to be like this. You get up from your bed, and you hear Chan groan.

“Stay, please” Chan mutters, still half asleep. “Just this one last time”

And oh my god. Those puppy eyes he gives you everytime he wants something, you just can’t resist but give in. Just this one last time.

The party is in full-swing, as always. Your friends always throw the best parties and you always end up blackout drunk, but not tonight.

Sitting in the bathroom, rubbing your friend’s back as she’s throwing up terribly, you hear a faint ding from your phone. You immediately know who is texting you, because who else could it be, trying to reach you at 3.30 in the morning?

Naturally, you abandon your friend who’s now passed out in the bathroom. She won’t remember it anyway. You start gathering your belongings to leave the party, when suddenly your colleague stops you.

“Hey y/n, where are you going? I thought you always stayed till the end of the party?” He says while almost tripping over another passed out party animal on the floor.

“Not this time. I’m pretty tired, I’m gonna go home and get some rest. Sorry.” You say with a smile. Technically, you didn’t lie. You were going home and you were going to get some rest. Nobody said anything about who’s home you’re going to.

You leave right away before he starts being nosy like he always is.

Another ding.

“are you on ur way already?” the text says, and you can practically feel how impatient he was getting, which was quite unusual for him.

You quickly answer with a simple thumbs up emoji, and you start walking towards his apartment. It’s not that far away, so you might as well clear your head a bit while you’re on your way there.

As you continue to contemplate about if you actually should keep seeing Chan in secret, you feel a little raindrop on your forehead. The another one. Then another one. And before you know it, you’re drenched in rain water, leaving you shaking from the cold and in clothes so wet that you could squeeze water out of them

Public transport it is.

Once you get to the nearest bus stop, you sit down and finally have a moment to breathe. You pull out your phone and write a quick message to your ex, so he doesn’t worry about you

“sorry, got caught in the rain, it might take me a while to get to yours :(“

Perfect. Now you wait for the bus to arrive, get off at your stop, take the elevator to the top floor and you can rest in the arms you knew oh so well.

Despite the 13 minute delay, the bus arrives and you get in. It’s empty of course, I mean, who the fuck is out at 4 am on a random friday. You, turns out.

First stop, second stop, third… Fuck. You missed your stop. Seems like the universe really doesn’t want you seeing Chan.

“Whatever.” You think to yourself, as you start feeling how much your drenched clothes are actually sticking and clinging to your skin. Disgusting.

You get off at the next stop, surprisingly not that far away from Chan’s apartment. As you stand at the entrance to the building, you take a shaky breath in. This moment is always so exhaustingly nerve-wracking and for what reason? Well, you never quite know what to expect from these visits. Is he going to tell you that you’re the live of his live and that you need to get back together, is he going to fuck you until you think he’s the only man in the multiverse, or is he going to tell you that you two need to seriously stop with whatever the hell was happening between you?

You step out the elevator and walk towards the door of your beloved apartment. The one you knew so well, the one that you spent so much nights in, more than you can count.

Before you can even lift your hand up to knock, the door opens. A sleepy Chan appears in front of you, and all of a sudden, it feels like all of your worries and doubts have been physically removed from that little head of yours.

“Hey. Took you long enough.” he says as he smiles widely at the sight of you in your soaked clothes. “Come on, let’s get you changed. You’re gonna catch a cold.”

You wake up to the sound of your phone buzzing like the world is on fire.

“Where the fuck are you? Why did you leave me when I was in the middle of throwing up?”

Fuck. She did remember.

“Oh, um- I’m sorry I just went to- to uhhh-…”

“Who are you talking to baby?” Chan says in a sleepy voice. He must’ve woken up too.

“Y/n are you fucking kidding me? Is that Chan that I’m hearing? I swear to god if you-“

You hung up. You choose peace for now. You’re going to deal with that mess of your friend later. You have better things to do now. You think to yourself as you roll over to admire the boy beside you. The sight of his body laying so gracefully on the bed where you shared your most intimate moments together, it truly made you feel things.

Chan made you feel things.

So, no matter how many times you try to tell yourself that you guys are done, you know you’ll always trip and fall into his bed.

He’s going to get you back every single time.

[amourtoken]

Aaaand here I am again with something that's been rotting my brain since I read your breeding kink inhuman Vessel fic

Cryptid!Vessel trying to take off your panties but his claws get stuck in the lace and he tangles his long fingers in the fabric until he finally just tears through them and rips them off like it's nothing. It's not his fault your human clothes got in the way of where he was going 🥺

GOD I've been thinkin abt this since yesterday I've missed my boy :((( (I'm also sorry in advance if any of his details change I'm pretty sure I remember everything right but I've wanted to tweak a few things anyway so forgive me 😭)

He's not the most dexterous creature that's for sure. Sometimes you wonder how he ever survived on his own with how clumsy he can be, but going from the freedom of an entire multiple mile long span of forest to a two story house with an uncomfortably low cieling and many fragile objects to be wary of inside is probably a bit jarring so you try to understand.

Nonetheless if he wants something, he's gonna find a way to get it one way or another and he's been trying so hard to be gentle and it's just not working. He's frustrated, not even sure why human beings wear all these excess articles of clothing anyway. It's beautiful on you, the lace hugs your soft curves just right but it's complicated, delicate, and truthfully annoying. This would probably be easier if he were in a more human like form but you specifically requested that he stay how he is for tonight so of course he'll oblige. It's easier on him anyway.

His long fingers tangle and catch in the lace and straps of your lingerie and he's almost starting to feel claustrophobic for you, you're strapped into this clothing (if you can call it that really as little as it covers) like some kind of maze in his eyes. All he can think of is how badly he wants to bury his face between your legs and eat you like he's starved, fucking a few orgasms out of you with his long tongue before even thinking about filling you up like he promised. You taste too sweet to stop at just one. He's becoming a little too impatient, huffing dramatically and resting his face on your thigh with his fingers still tangled up in your outfit like a trap.

Ves resorts to kissing and licking at your pussy through the thin lace, making a slick mess of the fabric in no time. He's happy to finally get an inch closer to you, but fuck this stupid material is in his way and blocking how he really wants you. His sharp teeth catch at the lace and he decides he's had enough, ripping the entire set nearly to shreds just to free your body from it and drag what's left down your legs to throw off to a random corner of your room. You'll worry about replacements later.

The sound he makes once your skin is finally unobstructed from his touch has your cunt clenching around nothing, not for long of course. You get almost no warning as his hands grip your hips (spanning from the tops of your thighs nearly to the top of your ribcage with how large they are) and he lifts them off the bed just enough to get the perfect angle to thrust his tongue into you entirely. Some prep would've been nice but the stretch is fucking heavenly. If your head wasn't thrown back against the pillows you'd be able to see all 6 of his eyes focused directly on you from under his mask, he's always been adamant about watching you unravel for him so he can take notes on how to better pleasure you (but really he just loves watching his girl melt for him. It makes him feel wanted. Needed.)

[absolutebl]

Hi P'ABL! I have a bit of a niche request/challenge for you - and no worries at all if you aren't willing!

I've been thinking about what makes for a good kiss in a QL, and I realized that my favorites are usually very emotionally satisfying... but why are some more satisfying than others, what's the common denominator? Sometimes it's a needed release of tension, or a shared moment of happiness, or a cathartic reunion of sorts... there are a lot of story elements at play for good kisses, I found.

So then I thought about character dynamics, instead. In many onscreen relationships, there is The One Who Pursues and The One Who Resists, for various reasons. I recently finished To My Star 2, and for ~*~no reason at all~*~ (cough episode 4 coughcough) I got curious about other series in which The One Who Resists initiates a kiss.

So that's my question/request - what are some of your favorite kisses in which The One Who Resists initiates it? <3

Turn Table Kisses!

I actually talk about this kind of kiss in the post I did about chemistry, I can't remember what I called it, lemme check...

According to that, this kiss usually falls under The Sudden Kiss category (uke-to-seme variation) and it's not all that common. I do like it a lot. It's often happens when the uke is super tsundere, or in hyung romances because the uke (being older) is more experienced and will suddenly decide to take the lead (I'm a little said we never got it in ThamePo - but I appreciated Po's hungry hands almost as much).

Off the top of my head some early iconic versions are:

SOTUS

Love Sick

Why R U?

My Top 10 personal favorites are:

We Best Love (the crying, the bridge, what's not to love?)

HIStory 2: Crossing the Line (should probably go in the iconic section)

Semantic Error (also iconic)

Hidden Agenda (one for the ages, the best thing in this whole show is Zo's moment of grab & kiss and then shove back into the hallway and then Joke's reaction)

Bad Buddy (of course, more a surprise response but still counts)

Love Tractor (hyungs gonna hyung eventually)

A Breeze of Love (of course)

Jun and Jun (his little whimper!)

My School President (the surprised face)

Our Dating Sim (that stolen kiss and giggle is life affirming)

There should be more Taiwanese stuff here but they are so weak in seme/uke most of the time, they tend to play about and and flip the power dynamic a lot and kiss a lot (reasons I love Taiwanese BL so much). This weakens the emotional impact of that sudden flip/flop major surprise kiss! moment which means while I am sure they happen in Taiwanese BL, I don't remember them all specifically as such.

(source)

[theonlymanny]

Bruce’s oldest son pt.2

Note: I kind of forgot what was going to happen with reader’s powers so Idk what to tell you just imagine Wanda Maximoff/Scarlet witch kind off magic.

There’s some things that might sound weird without context. Just a little warning.

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Wake…up…

Wake up!

“Oh my god! What the heck…ugh why does my head hurt so much?” You felt dizzy and your eyes felt heavy. “Where a I?” You took a good look around you before closing your eyes again. “No! I’ve got to get up.” You opened your eyes to what seemed to be a pool of blood.

“Woah! Is this… my blood?” You checked yourself, but you didn’t have any wound or cuts. “Okay this is freaking me out… and why is the sky red.”

“It seems that you’ve finally woken up”

“Who is this? Show yourself!”

“I’m not exactly here…”

“This feels weird… I can hear you, not here but in my mind! Am I going crazy!?”

“I’m what you were meant to be…”

“What do you mean?”

“Do you even remember who are you?”

“Of course I do. I’m M/n!”

“M/n who?”

“I’m M/n-… well I’m M/n… Oh fuck I can’t remember anything. I just remember a big explosion and someone crying. I don’t know who I am…”.

“I do… I know who you are, I know who you were meant to be what we were meant to be…”

“But how do I even know to trust you! If anything you could be a creation of my imagination.”

“I promise you that I going to show you the truth about us, after all I’m your only way out of here.”

“Where exactly is here…”

“I’m not pretty sure… but there only one way to find out… do you trust me?”

“Sure…”

“Okay… close your eyes”

For a brief second you could see the “other you” which didn’t really look anything like you, he was really hot though.

His face and body were all perfect. Just too perfect, A little weird… In that same moment he also looked at you, a little embarrassed of the eye contact.

“We’re almost there!”

“Wait! You haven’t told me where are we-”

Before you could finish the sentence you landed on the roof top of a building. “Next time warn me if you are gonna do something like that again.”

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“What’s going on!?” It was a very, very long night on the Wayne manor. The new member of the family, Damian. Was such a little brat that he started annoying everyone in the manor, except Alfred of course.

“This little gremlin went into my room and broke the picture of M/n!” Bruce sighed loudly before asking Damian why did he do that. “It was an accident! Besides how important can be a single stupid photo!?” Jason went straight to punching Damian.

“Whats happening here?” Tim came into the room confused about the discussion that Jason and Damian were having, though at this point it shouldn’t even be surprising.

“It too late to discuss this and I’m tired just go to your room. Now!” Jason walked angrily to his room a little surprised by Bruce’s reaction. A part of him was also hurt, did he just forget everything that happened? That you died

“You too Damian. Go to your room.” “But, father-” “now!” Damian ran quickly past Tim to his room.

“You should get some sleep dad…” Tim was worried for his father, he hasn’t slept in days and overworked himself. Tim knew about you, Bruce’s first born child that died saving Robin AKA Jason Todd, his brother.

When Tim first moved in he wasn’t welcomed well… at least by Jason who just ignored him and tried to get as far away from him. Dick was the exact opposite he was the best brother always taking care of him. Jason did end up liking Tim and tried to be better.

Dick and Jason both talked to Bruce about why did he adopt another child although for very different reasons. Jason thought Tim was a replacement for you that he only wanted to be blind about what happened and forget about you. Dick didn’t want to put Tim in danger like Bruce did. With Jason or him.

Bruce ended up being overprotective over his sons and didn’t let Tim fight with him in the streets. Bruce never ended up forming the justice league because he feared one of his villains might kidnap or even kill his kids if he weren’t the to protect them.

So Tim never had any experience in fighting. Which lead to more fights with Damian.

“I’m… fine Tim, go to bed it been a very long night.”

After Tim left a phone rang not.

“Bruce Wayne, what do you need.” He said coldly and tired.

“Mr Wayne… we have some information you might want to see.”

“Is it really important?”

“Yes, it’s some information about your son.”

“Which kid did it I’ll pay for it-”

“It’s about M/n”

A loud silence crowded the room in which Bruce was. His eyes opened wide and suddenly he felt awake.

“I’m coming to the station now.” Before the chief could answer back Bruce hanged up and ran straight for his coat.

“Alfred I’ll be right back tell the kids that I’ll be back in the morning. And no sweets for breakfast!”

“May I ask master Bruce… what’s going on?”

“The police department found out some information about… M/n.”

“I see… do you think master M/n is…”

“I don’t know, but I’ll see what’s going on over there.”

Bruce grabbed the keys to his cars and quickly drove to the police station.

“Where the chief?” “Mister Wayne we weren’t expecting you tonight. May we help you with anything?” Bruce grumbled angrily “I need to see the chief” he said a little louder this time. “I-I see he is right in his office.”

Bruce walked past everyone over to the office and he could hear the voices of people talking about him.

“Mister Wayne we have found something that is rather interesting and a little bit confusing.”

“What have you found about my son?”

“There was a robbery today at a nearby bank and well… you might want to see this for yourself.”

“It-it can’t be…”

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“Hey little wing what’s going on?” Jason called dick after his fight with Damian. “I-I jut can’t handle it!” Jason started sobbing. “that little gremlin broke M/n picture and Bruce reacted like nothing happened… I really miss him… it’s all my fault”.

“Don’t say that it isn’t your fault. I’m sure Damian will warm up to you eventually… I’m sorry about what happened with your photo.” “It’s fine I guess, do you now when are you gonna come back?”

“It’s been a long trip I’ll be probably back In 3 days don’t worry. He still with us even if he’s not Alive.” “Your right”

“I wish I could say sorry…”

[ducktracy]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=afspiPiBuRs

In which Porky Pig learns not to be a sexist pos to his girlfriend.

THE TIMING OF THIS ASK IS REALLY FUNNY, it was sent right around the time i was pouring through some of the comics (which, when am i not) and i was thinking of this exact PSA while i was reading them. and then this ask came in! maybe this’d be funnier if i answered it in a more timely manner, but yes this PSA cracks me up

[camellcat]

WTFFF I thought thirteen would be my new girl crush love of my life heart eyes wife you-came-after-twelve-you-must-be-better-than-they're-all-saying bbygirl and then I had to sit down and watch as she told a man who (if he were not a murderer, of course) literally every regeneration before her would've LOVED and FULLY SUPPORTED that "the systems aren't the problem. how people use and exploit the system, that's the problem. people like you" </33333 !?!?

[sollucets]

I kinda want to ask you to write all touch prompts for akk and aye but because that is unreasonable and way too greedy, how about 26, 27 and maybe 33? thank you so so much! And congratulations on your followers!!!!

you know, i'd write them all too if i had the fuckin Time [sobs] thank you very much nonny

26 (kissing the top of their head) + 27 (pulling them closer) + 33 (tasting their smile) from this list for my lil event; right around 1k of height difference & nickname shenanigans and talking around another bigger issue!!!! set in the summer after ourskyy, rated t for 'tall'

💜

“Hand me that plate, Shortstop.” 

Akk does, but not without making sure to splash Aye with the water running off of it. “We’ve been over this." They have, although it's been a while since Aye had first tried it in the tent. "That’s your name.” 

With a little yelp, Aye snatches the plate from his hand and sets to drying it with slightly more force than strictly necessary. The water drops stand out against the gray material of his t-shirt. “Why can’t we switch?” 

“Do you not have eyes?” Akk takes another bowl out of Aye’s mom’s sink and starts washing it with a little grin. “Grow a bit taller and we can talk.”

He expects Aye to fire back with a water attack of his own, or an insult, so when neither comes he turns to look at his boyfriend in faint surprise. Aye is giving the plate an undeservedly contemplative look, lips pursed. It’s very cute. Akk splashes him again. 

“Akk,” snaps Aye, his nose going all scrunched the way it does when he’s actually annoyed. 

“Aye,” Akk answers, grin reaching all the way up to his eyes. 

Aye stares for a long second, then softens all at once, mouth curving up in turn. He still elbows Akk in retribution before picking up his next dish, though. “So if I was taller than you, we could switch? I could be your Bigfoot.”

“If you were taller than me, I would’ve come up with a different nickname in the first place.”

“But I wouldn’t have,” Aye says decisively. “You’d have been Shortstop to me.”

Akk shoots him a sidelong look, dubious. “It's annoying, so yes, probably. In a hypothetical parallel universe where you’re taller. Why are you suddenly so obsessed with this? Don’t you call me enough things already?” 

“Do you not like it, darling?” asks Aye, all coy and playful, and it devolves from there. He doesn’t bring up the height thing again that day. 

But apparently he didn’t actually forget, because in the time following that initial conversation Aye starts taking every possible opportunity to be taller than Akk. 

It starts small, like Aye insisting Akk sit on the ground while he’s on the couch so he can reach his hair to dry it, calling him Shortstop in a tone of such overdone honeyed affection that all he can do is laugh. Or like Aye crawling into Akk’s lap so he has a height advantage when they kiss, and Akk making sure he doesn't get a chance to use any nickname at all.

Then it escalates, as things frequently do with them. Aye sits on top of the couch backrest at Akk’s house instead of on it, buys a pair of shoes with these ridiculous heel boosts, sits on Akk's desk while Akk writes his admission essays. At one point, very memorably, he gets on a table at a party they’d attended with Kan and refuses to come down until Akk has to drag him. 

Akk doesn’t mind as much as he’s pretending he does, which is something he’s found works for them with these things. It makes Aye happy to see him annoyed, so if he gets what he wants and the behavior isn’t actually that annoying, it’s a win for both of them. And it is funny, honestly, and frequently ends with Aye hanging off of him somehow. 

Still, though, after nearly two months of their summer together being intermittently marked by Aye’s new favorite running joke, something starts to nibble at the corner of Akk’s mind. It’s late summer now, and they’re running up closer to the thing they’ve barely managed to talk about: Aye’s impending departure, and his own entry into a northern university. And— well. He can’t manage that, but he might be able to manage this.

So the next time Aye makes a point of standing two stairs up in his own home to talk to Akk, he turns and looks up at him and asks, point-blank, “Does it bother you that I’m taller?” 

Aye blinks once, twice, then laughs a little. After a second, he seems to realize that Akk is honestly asking and tilts his head with an expression of mild bemusement. “No, baby. I like it, you give great hugs and have great legs. Why?”

Akk makes a sputtering noise and tries not to get derailed thinking about Aye’s feelings about his legs, which he did already know about for— various reasons. Instead, he pointedly jerks his chin at Aye, noticeably needing to tilt his head up to do so. 

“I'm just messing with you,” Aye says, reaching a hand out with a little smile. “I thought you knew.” 

“I do,” says Akk, and lets Aye take his hand and pull him one step up the stairs. It doesn’t equalize their heights; Aye’s still just a little taller like this. “But... it’s been going on a long time.”

“Yeah, I guess it has,” says Aye a little thoughtfully. “I just like seeing—” 

“—My angry face. I know.” 

Aye outright giggles at that, gently intertwining his fingers with Akk’s. “If you know, then why are you worrying about it?” 

Akk can feel his resolve failing already. He sighs. 

“I guess,” says Aye thoughtfully after a moment, “I do also like it when we… switch.” He wiggles his eyebrows and continues talking over Akk’s incoherent noise in response. “So it’s fun for me, to try and turn the little nickname thing on its head. Not that you’re cooperating.” 

“You wouldn’t like it if I cooperated,” Akk says, half-sure, and tries mostly unsuccessfully to glare up at Aye. 

“Oh, but I do,” Aye says, tugging him even closer by their twined hands and putting his other one on the back of Akk’s neck, pushing his head down enough to press a kiss to the top of it. “Just not right away. I like getting you to admit things."

There's an odd-- hesitation there, a long moment of silence. Akk looks back up, their faces close enough to kiss properly now, and sees Aye looking away from him, eyes big and preoccupied. 

“What?” Akk prompts, and when he doesn’t get an answer, adds, “Bigfoot?” 

Aye’s gaze snaps back to him, suddenly focused and intent and sparkling, and he grins. “Yeah,” he says, slowly like he’s savoring the confirmation, “That’s nice.” 

Akk leans up a little further and kisses that smile, gently and then less so when the fingers on the back of his neck tighten and pull him closer. He leans into it with a sigh and tries not to think about other things Aye might like him to admit, and instead thinks about how — it is nice, sometimes, to be the smaller one. 

[tittyinfinity]

My mother confuses the fuck out of me

[zenithpng]

..

[lapdogchase]

i would be a lot normaler if i wasnt constantly painfully touch starved

[apocalypticdemon]

i hope that someday i'll be able to write without second-guessing whether or not the thing i'm trying to write is too much

[scentedpeachlandcreator]

how i manifested my dream life with extremely hard circumstances + how you can too ♡

Note: this is not my post and it's blushydior's post that everyone been searching for, so i thought why not making it as a post,and blushy if you see this, please don't kill me i know you said that you'll change your post but you disappeared After that.

♡ table of contents:

1. the importance of making this post

2.my take on manifestation + the 3D

3. HOW I DID IT - my journey in 4 phases i went through that include my mindset changes up to the moment i got my desires 

4. your new rules & routine from this moment on

5. a note from me!

6. frequently asked questions: separated into topics regarding the 3D, self concept + miscellaneous questions to have you leaving this post stress free.

now let’s get into it. read every bit of this post “ ~ ୨୧ ♡ ·

I. THE IMPORTANCE OF MAKING THIS POST

i’ve been through it all. you can read my experiences from old life in the “my life before” section of my success story + here, here, here and here. this is my success story on how the law of assumption has changed my life. as you can see from the “how” section of the post, i had purposely left it short, sweet and simple to avoid people complicating the simplicity of the law of assumption. but as time went on, anons and other blogs made me realize that since people do tend to over-complicate the law, the need i felt to make an in-depth post on how i personally manifested through my hard circumstances grew strong.

my blog often highlights topics that pertain to mental health, so i want to make sure those who find themselves in the same situations as i once were feel seen, heard and loved. you are all so powerful, amazing and hold so much potential more than you know. with this post, i hope i am able to help you realize that fact to the best of my abilities.

𝐈𝐈. MY TAKE ON MANIFESTATION + THE 3D

something that you’ll see me say all the time is: “life is a blank canvas.” that’s because it truly is.

remember that you are working with the law of assumption. what you assume to be true, is true. nothing is set in stone unless you say it is. things have meaning only if you assign it one.

you are the sole creator of your life. you are the artist that controls the brush/pen, you control what goes on and off of this very malleable canvas we call life. you don’t have to do anything. therefore,

you don’t have to: affirm 24/7, be specific, word your affirmations correctly, listen to subliminals, ignore the 3D, be positive all the time, meditate, have high vibrations, script, visualize, do sats or lullaby, go into the void, affirm in the present tense, avoid the mirror, etc.

you can literally say a random word like “bonk” and if saying it means you have all your desires or money is constantly filling your bank account, then that’s what will happen!

“but what if my subconscious doesn’t know what it means?” your subconscious mind is literally you. it’s not some stranger separate from you. if you want a scene to play out a certain way on a specific date or a romantic partner with all the most perfect qualities even if you can’t name it all at the top of your head, your subconscious has your back with the details! you have your own back. don’t worry.

YOU DON’T HAVE TO IGNORE THE 3D.

read that again and again and again and again and-if your circumstances are quite literally in your face, how can you turn the other way and ignore it? you could if you wanted but you’ll only be doing more harm and we don’t want that, right?

“so then what do i do?” you KNOW it’s going to change. it’s challenging when you don’t fully believe the law to know it’s going to change, so for a start, tell yourself that this is not the end. why? because the moment you had a desire and claimed it as yours, it has already been set stone in the 4D so the 3D has no choice but to reflect it. this is your movie, you KNOW this is not the end. you are director and star of this movie! you control how it’s going to play out.

𝐈𝐈𝐈. HOW I DID IT - The 4 Phases (more so, 3)

PHASE 1:

i found out about manifestation from tiktok. from there i have tried scripting, law of attraction and had taken a liking into the craft. i tried it all until i found out about the law of assumption, sammy ingram and finally, tumblr.

PHASE 2:

upon finding out about loassumption tumblr, i had learned more and more about the law but as time went on, i had realized i had never really fully tried to apply the law. the idea just didn’t come about to apply it. as many others, i had overconsumed information, always wondering if i was doing it right, questioning the 3D,

so i took a break. upon discharge, i realized many things and decided to spend an extended amount of time alone, away from social media. i’m someone who values alone time as long as if it’s spent wisely.

during this time away from tumblr and sns platforms in general, constantly surrounded by other people’s takes, information, and opinions, i had learned so much about the law of assumption on my own! i went into the law of assumption with a fresh mind, actually applying the knowledge and overtime of affirming and persisting, i ACTUALLY understood the meaning behind “creation is finished. it is done.”

i’m advising you to step away from social media (that on it’s own has negative impacts) and be alone with your thoughts. i know your thoughts haven’t had it’s time to be alone because you’re most likely constantly seeking information to help you. and i don’t blame you. it’s just that, you are always bombarded by thoughts that aren’t your own, you barely give some time to yourself to think for yourself!

and if you can’t help but be on tumblr for other reasons than loassumption, unfollow blogs for the time being, scroll past informational posts to avoid second guessing your application. tell yourself that

YOU ARE DOING EVERYTHING RIGHT!

PHASE 3:

when it was time to apply the law, i simplified it. you choose what you desire, you affirm from your desire and persist. okay! got it. so that’s what i did. i affirmed whenever i thought about my desire, i kept saying that it is done! so in phase 2, i mentioned how i realized how creation was ACTUALLY done, right? before deciding to apply the law, i kept seeing posts saying that but i didn’t really fully understand it until the realization hit me during my time away from social media. (see? i love alone time. solitude is my bff) — here’s my breakdown for you:

once you decide a desire is yours to claim, THE SECOND you affirm that, in your head, imagination, your 4D, it is ALREADY yours. therefore, it has no choice to become physical reality. (this is why your subconscious only needs to hear things once in order for it to conform!)

it will always be yours for as long as you sustain that assumption (persist), it is yours! no matter what.

this is the meaning of “it is done.” it’s like telling a chef what dish you want, once they know what you want, they’ve got you covered. except that this chef is you. you know the details of your desire, you declare it’s going to conform instantly so why are you worrying? there is no need to worry.

informational post on the 4D + 3D here:

❝ If you judge after appearances, you will continue to be enslaved by the evidence of your senses. To break this hypnotic spell of the senses you are told, "Go within and shut the door,” The door of the senses must be tightly shut before your new claim can be honored .Instead of fighting against the evidence of the senses you claim yourself to be that which you desire to be. As your attention is placed on this claim, the doors of the senses automatically close against your former master (that which you were conscious of being). As you become lost in the feeling of being (that which you are now claiming to be true of yourself) the doors of the senses once more open, revealing your world to be the perfect expression of that which you are conscious of being. ❞

i kept time away from social media and being persistent really helped me be aware of my thoughts.

persistence has helped me:

be aware of thoughts that i wouldn’t have been able to catch before. for example, i was declaring that i have all of my desires and creation was done, but i found myself affirming “okay but where is it?” — this made me realize i was questioning my desires in my 3D even though i knew it was done in the 4D. (you don’t have to do this, you can imply your 3D conforms fast with whatever affs)

flip and interrupt my intrusive thoughts faster and faster the more i persisted. i hated my intrusive thoughts so much. like it was so annoying and hurtful. it was filled with replaying past scenarios that happened to me, things i wished had played out differently, just people who absolutely did not deserve the right to be occupying my mind and space! so i was grateful to learn that with persistence, i started to have less and less of those.

(see!! mental diet, persistence!! <3 this is how habits form and strengthen duhh. remember not to abandon common sense for the law)

AND THEN, PHASE 4:

i had entered sabbath, the state of the wish fulfilled, calm and relaxation that my desire has already manifested and there wasn’t nothing left for me to do other than persist. after so much persisting and saturating my mind with my affirmations, i reached being peace with my desires. i’m really glad i persisted. see how after persistence of assumptions, though false, will harden into fact? see how even your affirmations would feel “fake” at first but will soon feel natural to you? this means that i wasn’t questioning where it was, how long it was taking, etc. but this doesn’t mean i was ignoring my 3D. i saw it all but i knew it was going to change BECAUSE i felt peace in my inevitable desires.

then, i received my desires.

❝ I couldn’t possibly be worried about anything if I really believe that imagining creates reality. ❞

❝ When I speak of feeling I do not mean emotion, but acceptance of the fact that the desire is fulfilled. Feeling grateful, fulfilled, or thankful, it is easy to say, “Thank You,” “Isn’t it wonderful!” or “It is finished.” When you get into the state of thankfulness, you can either awaken knowing it is done, or fall asleep in the feeling of the wish fulfilled. ❞

𝐈𝐕. YOUR NEW RULES & ROUTINE

☆┆YOUR 3 NEW RULES ARE:

1, you have all your desires:

i have all of my desires.

creation is finished. it is done.

2. you manifest quickly and easily:

manifesting is always so easy and instant for me.

i always manifest within 2 days or less, the 3D conforms instantly.

the 3D instantly reflect my 4D.

the physical reality instantly reflects my 4D/imaginative reality.

3. you are okay because nothing can stop you from getting the inevitable:

everything is going to be okay because creation is done.

i am always aware of my thoughts. nothing can stop/get in the way of my desires.

no amount of intrusive thoughts, events and opinions of others have the power to stop my manifestations.

✉️: choose one affirmation from each list or make one of your own that makes you feel comfortable.

☆┆ROUTINE:

affirm on loop as an act of saturating your mind whenever you think of your desire until you feel satisfied,

in the morning, after you wake up: saturate your mind with affs.

read the manifesting vaunt below everyday (whenever you feel like it) — read it over and over again until you feel confident then go about your day!!

at night, before you sleep, affirm this:

“i kept all my thoughts in check today. i didn’t waver once. my mind is completely saturated with the new story.”

optional tip: if you want to saturate your mind even more as a start, you can set reminders with sticky notes around your space, have affs on your phone lock screen or wear a bracelet.

✉️ NOTE: soon enough, your mind will be saturated and you won’t need to do this anymore. this is just a start for those who battle intrusive thoughts!

let yourself feel any emotions that may come up because of your hard circumstances then once it’s out of your system, affirm your rules, especially rule #3!

do not consume any loassumption information if you know it will only cause you to second guess your ability. if you have the urge to ask a blog a question, try to make sense of what they will say and answer it yourself.

in times of doubt, remember that life is a blank canvas. your desire is set in stone, so your only task is to persist.

REASSURANCE VAUNT

creation is ACTUALLY finished. it is done. the second i claimed my desires as mine, it has already manifested itself in the 4D so it has no choice to present itself in the 3D! all i have to do is affirm and persist. i always have unwavering faith in my manifesting abilities and the law. i never fail. i am successful at every single thing i do. manifesting is so effortless. no amount of doubt, worry, fear, anxiety, intrusive thoughts or events can ever, and i mean EVER stop my manifestations. why? because i said so. this is MY life. i make the rules. so if i say i manifest easily, the 3D conforms instantly and that i have all of my desires, then it is a FACT. i’m literally unstoppable. everything i want is inevitable. my only task is to persist, sit back and relax as the 3D reflects my 4D. it all happens so fast, but what else do you expect from a master manifester like me?

SOMETHING TO NOTE:

most of the time, people think affirming on loop is saying it like a robot but what you don’t realize is that you’re affirming as if you’re reading a book. it’s not filled with enthusiasm but it’s not exactly monotone either. stop overthinking it. it’s like the voice you’re reading this post with. correct?

again, soon enough, your affirmations will feel natural and you won’t feel the need to affirm constantly. the routine above was given for those who battle intrusive thoughts, making your affirmations dominate to the point where you don’t waver.

QUOTES on STATES:

❝ I paid thirty dollars for my first suit. Today a suit will cost me $200.00, but regardless of the cost, when the suit is new I am aware of it. But let me wear it long enough for it to feel natural and I will no longer be conscious of it. The same is true for a state. You may desire the state of fame. If you will think you are famous and remain conscious of the state long enough to make it natural, as the thoughts flow from you they become a natural part of your body of beliefs, and the world will proclaim your fame. ❞

❝ I urge you to use your own wonderful creative power and deliberately move into the state of your choice. Make it now by occupying the state long enough so that it feels natural. Haven’t you had a suit of clothes that felt so new you were conscious of them every moment? I know when I bought my first suit I walked down Fifth Avenue thinking everyone I passed knew my suit was new. People passing paid no attention to me, but I was so aware, so conscious of my new suit. That’s exactly that happens when you move into a new state. If the state of affluence is new, you think everyone knows it, but no one knows or cares whether you are rich or poor, so walk in the state until it becomes natural. The moment the feeling is natural, wealth is yours! ❞

𝐕. ENDING NOTE

i love you. read that again. you can do it. read that again. i am so so so so proud of you. read that again! you are so strong, you have SOO much potential and power. it’s time for you to tap into it, angel. stop making excuses. stop telling yourself you can’t do it. stop the nonsense! you’ve dealt with your hard circumstances long enough, it’s time for you to turn to the person who can make that change (you) and make it happen. i’m really sorry you have to go through what you did. you certainly do not deserve the unkind treatment. give yourself a hug and tell yourself that this. is. it. you’re going to make the change. you know it and i do too. it’s possible. nothing is impossible for the person who believes! keep the faith in yourself. nothing can stop you.

it’s like those movies where the mc finds out they hold so much power. they doubt it because of the life they’ve had so far but once they give it a shot, they become the most powerful hero ever. you are that hero!!!

i love you and i am, again, giving you the biggestttt hug ever.

now, with that being said, @blushydior​ will no longer be taking asks regarding this topic. i’ve cleared most of the questions that could ever arise. you don’t need my guidance anymore after this post! im seeing you off now. i love you. stay safe. know that you’re loved and hold the power to change your life.

— kisses from bambi ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و ♡

ps. make sure you clicked the words that have links! <3 (the links are missing)

𝐕𝐈. FREQUENTLY ASKED QUESTIONS

Something you wish you could’ve told yourself before you manifested it all to make things easier for anyone struggling:

TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF.

you guys are beating yourself up for something so simple. take a step back and realize that. you’re already dealing with such hard circumstances, so why are you literally degrading yourself for something so within your power and reach? tell yourself everything is going to be okay. you’re always doing your best. you deserve the WORLD.

I could write a whole novel, combine all the posts on tumblr teaching the law of assumption, and every helpful ask out there but at the end of the day, YOU are the only person who could change your life. YOU make the call. turn every doubtful question to a positive one, when in doubt, turn inwards toward the 4D and know that it is real. it is done the second you affirmed it so.

SPEND TIME ALONE.

i can NOT stress this enough. i didn’t include the details of my time alone in phase 2 for nothing. you’ll see that you can answer your own questions. you’ll catch the thoughts you missed because you have always been so adamant on getting answers to questions you already knew. take a deep breathe and stay firm.

SEE WHAT’LL HAPPEN IF YOU DON’T GIVE UP.

What did you affirm to get your dream life?

basically my affirmations i gave above and these. all i used were blanket affirmations.

What does persisting mean to you? What does persisting really feel like? Is it just like a mental diet? or what?

“persisting is sticking to what you want / the end no matter what you’re shown, told, and what you experience + picking yourself up after letting any negative emotions & thoughts pass by.” — blushydior from this ask here (sadly the link is missing:()

+ keeping your thoughts in line of the same category. to word this in a different way, i can affirm so many affirmations just as long as they mean the same thing to me!

“it also is a mental diet. we’re always persisting in something. it’s just a matter of what you’re persisting in. you either persist in your desire or negative/non-beneficial thought 24/7.”

“in your post about how you changed your life, you said you just affirmed and persisted. but from your other posts it seems like you read neville goddard books. so did you just affirm or did you do imaginal acts too? i get confused when people say “just affirm and persist” cause neville never said that.” (original ask here) (note from Eli: the link is missing).

“yes, i read his books and sometimes i would do imaginal acts but i would only do that bc it helped me get by my circumstances, yk? like if i was overwhelmed i would just daydream lol. its like how i read books to escape to another world. but i would say, affirming and persisting was what i focused more on.

i just used what worked for me and used his quotes as a reminder of the power of man. i didn’t want to bound myself to one’s teaching constantly worrying if im doing it “right” or not so instead, i went back to his quotes that consisted of telling me to persist, look inwards, finding confirmation in my imagination, etc whenever i needed a pick me up.

but correct me if i’m wrong, i’m pretty sure many of the success stories he shared consisted of people simply decreeing their desires and feeling the wish fulfilled simply by repetition and acceptance of their assumption.”

What is saturating your mind?

read about it here (the link is missing, but Basically it is repeating an affirmation every minute or hour until you feel fulfilled)

Do we have to believe our affirmations? Did you ever doubt the law in the process?

no, i did not believe my affirmations and YES of course i doubted the law but i kept persisting either way because what could i lose? and here i am.

Did you just affirm, persist, maintain a mental diet and that’s it? No SATS, going to the void, lullaby, repeating affirmations? Did you just got it sleep?

just affirming and persisting. sure, the occasional lullaby, i usually affirmed for 10 seconds max before i gave up. i couldn’t sleep without imagining some romantic scenario LOL #bambiexposed

How to deal with manipulation and narcissism?

remind yourself that you’re in advantage because you know about the law of assumption. life is a dream, you can literally have whatever you want just by affirming. if you know that, why allow yourself succumb to other people’s thoughts and beliefs? i couldn’t allow other people’s thoughts ruin my chance of living my dream life. the thought of it alone gave me the worst feeling.

How did you tackle the feelings of having no hope? + After being in the victim state for so long what did you do to get yourself out and actually stay out?

i persisted on loop whenever i doubted the law. i reminded myself that it doesn’t hurt to just be quiet, affirm and persist to live my dream life. just do it. you gain nothing from turning back to your old habits. see what’ll happen if you don’t give up. ❝ Do you always turn to your imagination and, no matter what happens, do you remain faithful to the state imagined? If you do, you have passed the test. But if every little rumor, doubt, or fear can move you around like a pawn on a chessboard, then you are not keeping the faith! ❞ ❝ Objects seem so independent of our perception of them that we incline to forget that they owe their origin to imagination.❞

What was the timeframe of when you got your desires?

about a week after deciding to be strict with self discipline, mind you, i was dealing with hard circumstances and intrusive thoughts for years. within this time span, i had entered sabbath so i immediately got my desires.

How did you kept a positive mindset when it looked like there was no movement?

refer back to phase 3

What was your affirming routine?

AT FIRST, when i started to get sick of overconsumption and not getting my desires, i knew my mind wasn’t saturated/my desires were not my dominant thoughts. so, i decided to be strict with myself. i reminded myself with pieces of paper in my room that said: ❝ PERSIST. new story only!❞ ❝ AFFIRM!❞

❝ 1.) the 3D conforms instantly.

2.) AFFIRM THE DESIRED

3.) BE LOT.❞

and taped them on the wall infront of my bed & one on my door so i can see it before i head out.

i didn’t need them anymore after a few days. (phase 3 & 4)

What did you do on all the days you woke up and things were still the same?

stop affirming that you don’t see results. i flipped the thought of “nothing’s changed.” to “i am in my desired reality, it is done.” and so on. be stern and remind yourself that you are in control. don’t fall prey to the 3D. turn inwards, find confirmation in the 4D. read quotes above.

How did you not react to the 3D?

i allowed myself to be angry. if i wanted to cry, i did. if i wanted to vent, i did. i ranted my feelings out in my head, aloud or in a journal then proceeded to go back to the new story after i cooled down.

But isn’t ranting “not letting the old story die out?”

you and i could rant until our minds are cleared, just as long as you flip my thoughts, you are on the right track. i ranted for 2% of my 24 hour days. the other 98% i was persisting in the fact that creation was done. as “time” went on, it began to feel more natural and i felt more at ease. i held onto that feeling because i knew this was when i would get my desires and i did. letting out and actually feeling your feelings is important. you’re not a robot.

Did you script how your life would be?

no.

(.𖥔 ݁ note from Eli: here's her post about her life before and After she changed it with LOA, anyway i wanted to make it in a post since the Google document can't let you make a copie of it and plus you can't take screenshots which René didn't allow)

[anxiouscherubs]

find you in my heart

✦ summary: the one where you get dumped and your best friend is there to help you realize what you truly deserve… what’s been in front of you all along.

✦ warnings/tags: MDNI! 18+, explicit, smut, slight angst, some fluff, oral sex (f receiving), oral sex (m receiving), fingering, throat fucking, big dick yh, unprotected sex (be safe!), yh is desperately in love, best friends to lovers, mutual pining, mentions of cheating (past relationships), yh and reader met as baristas, pet names, au where jeong yunho can actually cook, yunho is a lil possessive

✦ pairing: nonidol!yunho x reader

✦ author’s note: as a yunho ult, a yh best friends to lovers has been at the top of my list of things to write. i started this fic after yun posted these photos because i just could not get the vision of late night walks with him out of my head! i am new to writing so any feedback is appreciated. i hope you enjoy ♡ as always, thank you to my lovely best friends for enabling me and proofreading my depravity. love you guys forever. ♡

✦ word count: 12.9k

✦ read it on ao3: here

Two years. Two years down the drain because your ex decided he “wasn’t feeling it anymore.” You had a sneaking suspicion his change of heart had to do with his hot new coworker, but you couldn’t think too far into it or it would rip you apart more than he already had. 

He had grown distant, and you chalked it up to the stress of his new job. But when he started staying late every other day and missing your sacred Thursday date nights, you knew it was the beginning of the end. You were happy together (most of the time), but you were never certain you could see yourself spending the rest of your life with him. There were certain things about him that you tolerated, but you wanted your forever to be spent with someone who felt perfect for you. And he… didn’t.

Even though you knew he wasn’t who you’d spend your life with, it stung just the same to receive his messages. 

loser: hey y/n… i’ve been thinking about this for a while now but i think it’s time for us to part ways. 

loser: we’ve had a good run, but i’m just not really feeling it anymore. i hope you understand. 

loser: wish you the best. xx 

You’d changed his contact and blocked his number immediately, saving yourself from the hurtful words he’d throw your way if you tried to ask for any reasoning or clarification. He always turned into a different person the moment you tried to express your emotions. 

“She’s just a coworker, y/n, stop being crazy. You don’t have to worry about her.” 

You push his words out of your brain again before they take over. So what if he left you for her? They probably deserve each other. You knew you were better off, that wasn’t the issue. It was that you settled for two years, letting this man who clearly didn’t respect you treat you like an afterthought the entire time. The more you think about it, the more you blame yourself for placing such little value on your own time and energy. 

You sit on your couch, your coffee table littered with tear-soaked tissues and instant ramen cups. You haven’t  left the house since you got The Texts last night, and you've watched a season of your favorite crime show and eaten your body weight in Buldak since then. You know you can’t sit here and wallow anymore or you’ll start to lose your mind, so you drag yourself to the bathroom to assess the damage. Eyes red and puffy from crying, hair tangled and tied loosely in a scrunchie, tear drops lingering on the same sweatshirt you’d been wearing for the last 24 hours. You look like hell. 

“I need to get out of this apartment,” you say to yourself. You pull out your phone and send a quick text to your best friend before hopping in the shower. After washing your hair 3 times, shaving your legs, and exfoliating the sadness away, you’re finally starting to feel human again. You wrap yourself in your favorite towel before checking your phone again. 

y/n: yunnie… are you free tonight? 

yunho: for you? absolutely. you ok? haven’t heard from you all day.

Of course he’d notice you going MIA for a day. You and your best friend texted every single day, sending quick little updates or funny videos. He’d probably been worried sick, but he never wants to pry. He’s always respected your space like that. 

y/n: long story. i’ll explain later. 

y/n: meet me in front of blossom in 30? 

Blossom was the cafe you and Yunho met working at. You were both burning the candle at both ends working nearly full time as baristas during your senior year of college. Your closing shifts together kept you sane during finals, blasting music and sharing your life stories while you cleaned up the shop. He’d even walk you home, after every closing shift, never wanting to let you walk alone so late. You both gave your two weeks notice right after graduation, but promised each other you’d make up for all the time you wouldn’t spend working together anymore. 

That was four years ago, and he’d been such a stable presence in your life since then. You’d grown closer over the years, spending countless movie nights and BBQ dates together. He knew everything about you (after a movie night with too much wine and lots of oversharing) and hadn’t gone running for the hills, so you knew he really cared. You didn’t really have time to make friends in college because you were either working, in class, or studying, so he was really all you had. He was your safe space. You both stayed close by after graduation, staying in your apartments in the city 2 blocks from the cafe on either side. It was nice having your best friend so close by, and the cafe remained a staple in your friendship as a middle point between your two homes. In your reminiscing, you realize you missed your Saturday morning coffee date with him. 

yunho: of course, bean. i missed you this morning. 

Your heart fluttered in your chest at the nickname. It always does. That, and when he calls you sweetheart. Your heart almost came up your throat the first time he pulled that one. Yunho started calling you bean after you spilled an entire bag of light roast on the cafe floor trying to refill the hopper for the openers. He’ll never let you live that one down. You remembered giggling and scooping coffee beans off the floor on your hands and knees together, his hand brushing over yours when you both reached for the dustpan, your eyes meeting, breath quickening… 

You shake the memory from your brain, coming back to reality just as you both had snapped out of it in the moment four years ago, scattering to finish cleaning up and avoiding eye contact the rest of the night. You always dismissed the electricity you felt when his skin touched yours, blaming the exhaustion from working a closing shift after being up all night studying. He had a girlfriend at the time, he wouldn’t have been interested in you that way anyway. He’s your friend, y/n, be realistic. You’re reaching. You send another quick text before getting dressed, and he of course responds right away. 

y/n: i missed you too, i’m sorry i should’ve texted. it’s been a shitty 24 hours. i’ll see you soon 

yunho: no need to apologize. i’ll be there, see you in a bit. 

25 minutes pass and you somehow manage to make yourself look somewhat presentable. You dried your hair and pulled half of it up in a claw clip, leaving some pieces out to frame your face. You threw on some concealer and a bit of blush, trying to hide how puffy your eyes still were. It was a chilly fall night, so you opted for your favorite pair of light wash jeans and an oversized black sweater, accompanied by your beat up black chelsea boots and your gray wool coat. 

After a quick 5 minute walk you round the corner to see Yunho standing in front of the cafe, his back facing you. Of course he’s right on time. His broad shoulders fill out the black jacket he’s wearing, his crossbody bag tucked under his arm. The neon sign in the cafe window leaves a purple hue reflecting off his freshly dyed dark gray hair. He turns his head at a car passing by, and you catch yourself smiling at the lost puppy look in his eyes. He must’ve seen you approaching in his peripheral, his head snapping in your direction. A subtle smile plays on his lips as he locks eyes with you. His warm brown eyes are full of an emotion you can’t quite name. 

Your chest aches at the realization that your ex, in the two years you were together, never looked at you like that. Why did you ever think you were important to him? Your throat suddenly tightens and your vision starts to blur, tears welling in your eyes for the millionth time today. Yunho’s smile drops, his brow furrowing as he takes two long strides to meet you. 

“Y/n, what is it, what happened?” He reaches for your shoulders to hold you steady, but you push forward to bury your face in his chest. He wraps his arms around you without hesitation, one hand cradling the back of your head while the other snakes around your shoulders. Your hands find his waist, gripping his shirt underneath his jacket. His familiar scent of jasmine envelops you, and you realize how badly you needed your best friend to help you through this.

”H-He dumped me,” you sniffle, letting out a shaky breath into Yunho’s chest, “he d-dumped me yesterday, through a fucking t-text message,”  another unsteady exhale as you try to level your breathing. 

“He did what?!” He pulls you in closer to him, the disbelief lacing his tone reassuring how rational your feelings are.

“It’s over,” you blink away your tears, tilting your head back to look up at your best friend. You’ve never seen the expression on his face before, like anger and worry are battling it out in his brain, and he can’t decide which one should take center stage first. “He texted me last night, saying he ‘wasn’t feeling it anymore’ and he ‘wished me the best,’” your mocking tone repeating his words reignited the angry flame in your chest. 

“Wished you the best,” he scoffs, “is he kidding?” He rolls his eyes.  “That’s how you end a two-year-long relationship?” He tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear, taking a half step back to give you some more space to catch your breath.  

“I can’t believe I wasted two years of my life with someone who just kicked me to the curb without a second thought,” you pinch the fabric of his shirt between your fingers, your eyes lingering on his collarbone peeking out from his slightly unbuttoned shirt. “I’m convinced he left me for a coworker, the one he told me not to worry about.” A humorless laugh leaves your lips, the burning feeling behind your eyes returning as more tears come. “I’m more upset with myself for letting him treat me like this for so long,”

“Hey, look at me,” Yunho cautiously brings his hands to your face, cradling your head gently. You lean into his touch, dragging your gaze up to meet his.

“He doesn’t know what he just threw away, sweetheart,” Yunho holds your teary cheeks in his hands. “You are the most beautiful creature this world has ever seen, and if he doesn’t see that, he doesn’t deserve you.”

“You think I’m beautiful?” You choke out between sniffles. 

“Oh y/n… of course I do. I always have,” he wipes a tear from your cheek before it reaches your lips, “since the day I met you.” 

Your breath catches in your throat at his admission, your chin wobbling as you try to hold it together. 

His eyes search yours, that unspoken emotion taking over his features again. You almost catch the moment he shakes it away, reminding himself that he’s here to support you. His hands fall from your cheeks to grab your hands instead, that familiar electricity prickling your skin as he rubs his thumbs over your knuckles. 

“Do you wanna go inside? I called ahead and ordered you a maple latte and a raspberry scone as soon as I got your text.” He tilts his head in the direction of the cafe next to you. 

You look inside to see two to-go cups and a brown paper bag sitting on the counter. “And an iced caramel latte for you, I’m assuming,” you poke his stomach teasingly, “thank you, Yun, you didn’t have to do that.” 

“Of course I did,” he gently squeezes your hands, a warm smile taking over his features. “Come on, it seems like we have a lot to catch up on. I have a feeling you have a lot to get off your chest.” He lets go of one hand, keeping hold of the other to walk you to the door. You lace your fingers through his, and it feels like the most natural thing in the world. 

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You’d spent the last hour sitting in your favorite booth with Yunho, hashing through every single thing you hated about your ex. He was appalled by the things you’d told him, wishing he knew sooner so he could’ve tried to help you see you deserve someone better. Someone who valued your emotions, understood your needs, respected your boundaries… Someone like — 

“Yunho, are you with me?” Your voice shakes him out of his daze, bringing him back to the conversation.

“Sorry bean, I just can’t believe he was such an asshole behind closed doors,” he recovers, “I wish you told me sooner. I feel like I wasn’t there for you when I should’ve been.”

”It’s not your fault, I could’ve told you and I didn’t. I think I was in denial,” you scoff. ”I was settling and I knew it, I was just trying to pretend things were better, but I think I’d been checked out for a while.” You swirl your coffee around in your cup, avoiding the concerned look in his eye. If you looked at him too long, you’d risk reading something deeper in the way he cares about you, something that made your heart flutter and ache all at once.

”Y/n, do you remember the girl I was dating when we met?” His tone shifts, a slight vulnerability creeping in. You stop moving your cup, watching the drink settle. You nod hesitantly, still avoiding his eyes. 

Of course you remember her. You had developed a crush on Yunho in your first week working together, but you had to smother it at the first mention of her. Any hope you had left for a chance with him disintegrated the first time you saw her — she was the kind of beautiful you only saw on TV. Flawless skin, no split ends, a perfectly sculpted body. Even her voice was smooth. She seemed perfect for him. 

“She cheated on me.” 

Your head snaps up to him in disbelief. “Excuse me?” 

You remember him telling you they broke up in passing — it had been a month after you started a relationship of your own. Part of you always wondered if you had just missed your window to pursue something with Yunho, but you pushed that thought out of your head so you could be present for your best friend. He didn’t want to go into detail about the breakup at the time, and he never did in the two years that followed. 

“For the last six months of our relationship, she’d been sleeping with someone she reconnected with from high school. They realized they loved each other, and she ended things.” He offers a sad smile, but the bitterness lingers beneath the surface. You feel a tightness in your chest wondering why he didn’t want to share his pain with you while all of this was going on.  

”Oh, Yunnie,” you reach for his hand across the table, holding his large palm in yours. “I’m so sorry. I don’t understand how anyone could ever do that to you. Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Maybe we can call it even?” He lets out a breathy laugh, ignoring your question. “You didn’t tell me your relationship troubles, I didn’t tell you mine. Now it’s all on the table and we can leave it in the past.” He squeezes your hand, waiting for your response. 

“Fine.” You flash a tight lipped smile, wanting to hash this open again with him at a later time. You didn’t keep secrets from each other, so why was he avoiding getting into this with you? 

“Well, it’s almost closing time.” Of course he’s gonna change the subject. “Do you need a night alone or are you coming home with me tonight?” He forces a smile from across the table, and you could’ve sworn his ears turned the slightest bit red asking you to spend the night. Sleepovers weren’t out of the norm for the two of you, but this proposal felt different for some reason. 

“I think if I’m alone at my place tonight I’ll revert to the sad couch potato I was before I texted you earlier.” You don’t really believe that, feeling like you’ve moved past the depression stage of grief and slowly inching toward acceptance. But you still wanted the company. 

“I’d love to come home with you, Yunnie.”

“Then let’s go, sweetheart.” 

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Your neighborhood was so beautiful at night. The soft streetlights cast a gentle glow on the sidewalk, illuminating little puddles of water from last night’s rain. The fall air feels cool and crisp, carrying the faint smell of the changing leaves. This late at night, the stillness is calming… usually. 

You two had found this to be the perfect environment to have your deepest talks. Taking regular nighttime walks with Yunho had become one of your cherished rituals, especially when one of you needed to get something off your chest. You’d shared fragments of your lives, from your family drama to his frequent arguments with a stubborn coworker at his new job. But tonight, a suffocating silence swirls around you. 

You’d taken a full lap around the neighborhood in silence since leaving Blossom, the familiar path devoid of your usual chatter. As you approach Yunho’s place, his brisk pace and hands shoved deep in his pockets told you he wasn’t going to be the one to acknowledge it. He was never one for confrontation. If he wouldn’t tell you what’s going on voluntarily, you’d have to coax it out of him.   

You stop walking, the cool air feeling sharper on your skin. He takes three more strides before he stops too, spinning back around to face you, confusion etched on his devastatingly handsome features.

“You okay, bean?” he asks, tilting his head at you, genuine concern flickering in his eyes. 

“I feel like I should be asking you the same thing,” you reply, barely above a whisper. Maybe you weren’t one for confrontation either. 

He takes a step closer to you, “I’m fine,” he says with a quick shrug and a slight shake of his head. 

“Then why haven’t you spoken to me since we left Blossom? Did I say something to upset you?” You try your hardest to grab your frustration before it bubbles up, but you can already tell it’s too late. His dismissive tone, both here and at the cafe, gnaws at you. It triggers something inside of you from your recently ended relationship, and you feel on the verge of either shutting down or letting your emotions spiral.  

“I just thought you might want a quiet walk is all.” He can barely look you in the eye, and that’s when you know something is very wrong. 

“Come on Yun, you know that’s not what’s going on. Something is bothering you.” The frustration claws higher and higher, an unwelcome tightness gripping at your chest. Don’t cry, y/n.

He opens his mouth, the words hanging on the tip of his tongue, but stops himself, his hands finally pulling from his pockets to rest on his hips. He stares at a fallen leaf swirling in a puddle between you. 

“Is it because we talked about your ex?” He winces just a little at your words. “I didn’t mean to open old wounds, I just thought after everything we’ve shared with each other that you’d want to talk to me about it.” You don’t mean for your words to sound accusatory, but based on the way his body tenses, you realize they must have. 

“It’s not that, y/n, it’s not about…” his voice trails off into a sigh. His eyes search yours, his mind racing trying to decide if he wants to get into what’s really going on, what he’s been keeping inside for so long. 

“Then what is it?” You’re grasping at straws, desperately trying to get him to give you anything to go off of. When you’re met with more silence and an indiscernible look in his eyes, you push forward.

“I just don’t get why you wouldn’t tell me she cheated on you Yun, we help each other through everything.” Anger wells up in you, more at yourself for not asking him to open up to you about it at the time. 

“Y/n, please, it’s more complicated than just her cheating, and I just don’t know if now is the best time to get into it, you’re still—”

“Still what, Yunho? Grieving my own relationship? Just because I just got dumped doesn’t mean I can’t be here for you!” Your voice rises, each word sharp, the tension in your throat threatening to break. “You don’t get to decide what I can and can’t handle, that’s not up to you—”

“Fine,” he interrupts, “do you wanna know the real reason I didn’t tell you, y/n? Is that what you want?” His ears redden, and you can’t tell if he’s angry, embarrassed, or a combination of the two. You nod hesitantly. “I didn’t tell you she cheated because I didn’t care, okay? I didn’t care. Her heart wasn’t in it anymore, but neither was mine.” His chest heaves, squeezing his eyes shut tight for a brief moment to brace himself. 

“I didn’t care that she cheated, because I didn’t want her anyway.” He lets out a shaky breath. “I wanted you.” 

Oh. 

Oh. 

His eyes burn into yours as his words hang in the air between the two of you. 

“Yunho…” You take a step toward him only for him to take a step back. Your heart is pounding so hard in your chest, you wonder if he can hear it. What is happening right now?

“I’m sorry y/n, I can’t keep it to myself anymore. I’ve held it in for so long, and I just can’t do it anymore, I—” He stutters over his words, “I wasn’t grieving my relationship, I was grieving yours. You found someone just before she ended things with me, and I realized maybe you and I weren’t meant to be. That we’d never have the chance to try.” His eyes gloss over with pent up emotion, thinking about all the time he spent wondering what could’ve been. “I wanted you, but I had to act like I didn’t, and we were becoming such good friends, I didn’t want to ruin it, I just—” 

”Did you think I didn’t feel the same?” You interrupt him. “That I don’t feel the same now?” 

He tilts his head at you, the tension in his body visibly disintegrating. “What are you saying?” Brows furrowing, cheeks blushing, so many emotions flying through his features at a speed neither of you can process. He runs his hands down his face before resting them on his hips. “Sweetheart, what are you saying?” 

“I wanted you, too, Yun…” The words tumble out of you, a rush of honesty that feels both exhilarating and terrifying. “I want you too.”

He takes another step toward you, his mind racing as he searches for answers to never ending questions. “You did?” Another step. “You do?” 

“Yes, and yes,” you nod, feeling warmth flood your cheeks at your admission—both to Yunho and to you. You realize you’d never said it out loud before, not even to yourself. 

“Say it again,” he urges, closing the gap between the two of you. One hand finds your waist while the other gently cradles the back of your neck. His touch lights a fire on your skin, his hands feeling heavier on your body than they ever have before. Your hands find their way to his waist, tugging him closer to you. Chests heaving, hearts racing.

“I want you, Yunho.”  

The tension between you peaks, your grip tightening on one another, like if either one of you lets go, the moment will slip away. Yunho’s eyes search yours, looking for confirmation. 

He gently cups your face, his thumb brushing your cheek, wiping away the remnants of your tears. His touch sends a shiver down your spine, igniting the familiar spark that had always lingered between the two of you. Your breath hitches in your throat, caught between the fear of moving too fast and the undeniable pull you have always felt towards him. 

You bring a hand up to his cheek, your fingers gliding over his skin, feeling the warmth radiating from him. You linger for a moment before wrapping your fingers around the back of his neck, pulling him closer to you. 

“Y/n,” he whispers, “sweetheart,”  his gaze drops to your lips, and you swear you can hear your hearts beating in time with one another in the quiet. 

You take a deep breath, searching his gaze for the same spark of desire you feel coursing through your body. He inches closer, breath mingling with yours, heating the space between you.

“Is this okay?” he asks softly, his voice trembling slightly. 

You nod, breathless, as you lean in just enough to finally close the distance between the two of you. 

The tip of his nose brushes against yours, the contact making your head spin. You’ve thought about this moment countless times, and being here feels so right.

“Yunho,” you breathe, “please kiss me alr—“

His mouth molds to yours before you can finish your sentence, pulling all the remaining air from your lungs. The world around you explodes in a flash of warmth and tenderness, all the hurt you had been feeling melting away into a puddle at your feet.

You feel a rush of emotions— relief, joy, and a deep, intoxicating desire— as he deepens the kiss. Your hands tighten around the back of his neck, pulling him closer as he sweeps his tongue across your bottom lip. You lose yourself in the sensation, the taste of him and the feeling of his lips on yours erasing everything else you’ve ever felt. 

His fingers tangle in your hair, holding you as if you might disappear. This moment, this kiss, feels like a declaration— a culmination of all the unspoken words, the hidden glances, the years of longing between the two of you. It’s exhilarating.

He finally pulls away, resting his forehead against yours, your heavy breaths the only sounds on the quiet street. Your hands slide from his neck, traveling down his chest before settling on his waist. 

“Sorry sweetheart, I didn’t mean to cut you off,” he chuckles, brushing a strand of hair from your face, “I’ve just been waiting a really long time to do that.” He drops a gentle kiss to your forehead before wrapping his arms around you to pull you close. 

“You can cut me off anytime if it means I get to kiss you,” you nuzzle into his chest. The steady thud of his heartbeat slows yours to match. 

“Oh yeah?” He looks down at you, a teasing glint in his eyes. 

“Yes, abso—“

His lips connect to yours again, a fire igniting in your belly when his tongue tangles with yours. He tastes like caramel, the sweetness of his latte lingering on his tongue. Wide hands wrap around your hips, dragging you closer, rolling your body into him. 

You snake your hands up his lower back, digging your nails into his skin through his shirt. A low groan rumbles deep in Yunho’s throat at the sensation, sending a bolt of heat straight to your core. A whimper crawls up your throat before you can stop it, and Yunho smiles against your mouth. He draws your bottom lip between his teeth, biting down gently. 

“Your lips are even softer than I imagined they’d be,” he gives you one more lingering kiss before pulling back. His deep eyes find yours, his blushed cheeks glowing under the streetlights. 

“You’ve imagined kissing me?” Shyness creeps in at the realization that Yunho thought about you in the same way you thought about him. 

“Among other things, yes,” he brushes your hair out of your face, his palm settling to cup your cheek. “You’re cute when you blush.” 

“I am not blushing!” You hide your face in your hands. “Maybe I am, but how can I not when you talk to me like that,” you muffle into your palms. 

“I’ll talk to you any way you want if it means you’ll react like this,” he teases, gently pulling your hands from your face to hold them in his. “Your hands are freezing, sweetheart,” he brings your hands to his mouth, holding them between his and blowing his hot breath onto them to warm them up.

”Well we have been out here a while,” you shiver at the feeling of his breath on your skin. 

“Am I still allowed to take you home tonight, or would that complicate things?” He’s either nervous, or hesitant. Either would make sense, you just got dumped and 24 hours later you’re confessing your feelings for your best friend (and kissing him). Anyone with a brain might wonder if you’re rushing, or worse, rebounding. Once you get out of this cold, you can talk things through. 

“Yes, please, let’s go.” You take his hand in yours, kissing his knuckles before pulling him in the direction of his place.

“You got it, baby.” He slings an arm over your shoulder, planting a kiss to the top of your head. Your heart flutters as you walk toward his apartment. 

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As soon as you walk through Yunho’s front door, he breezes past you to grab two wine glasses and a bottle of your favorite rosé while you kick off your boots. As you shed your jacket, he sets two full glasses on his simple wooden coffee table, heading back to his kitchen to grab a bag of chips and some chocolates. He returns with his hands full, confusion lacing his features when he finds you standing in the middle of his living room stifling a laugh. 

“Is something funny?” He chuckles at your reddening cheeks as you let out a giggle. 

“When did you get so nervous to have me in your apartment?” Part of you feels bad for teasing, but he looks so cute when he’s flustered, you can’t help it. “I’ve never seen you move so fast to get me a glass of wine.” 

“Well, when you decide to tell me you want me in the middle of the street, that tends to change things, baby,” he grins at you, clocking you for the second time now having a physical reaction to his newest pet name for you. You thought sweetheart sounded beautiful coming out of his mouth, but baby is a whole new level of intoxicating.

”You said it first, but I guess that does change things, huh, baby?” You cross your arms, challenging him. “Do I make you nervous, Jeong Yunho?” 

“You make me a lot of things, sweetheart, but nervous isn’t one of them.” He pokes the inside of his cheek with his tongue, the gesture making your head spin. After setting your snacks down on the coffee table, he finally takes off his jacket and kicks off his shoes. He plops down on his couch, patting the empty cushion next to him. “Come sit with me,” the deep, inviting tone of his voice has you moving to him immediately. Grabbing your wine, you sit next to him, folding one leg up onto the couch to turn to face him. He copies your position, his knee resting just an inch from yours. 

“What do I make you feel, then?” You swirl your wine in your glass as your gaze flicks over his handsome features. Landing on his eyes, your heart jumps at the way they shine for you. 

“Fulfilled,” he starts, scooting closer to you so your knees are just barely touching. “Cared for, understood,” the corner of his mouth quirks up slightly, “and loved.” 

A bloom of warmth floods your chest at the word. This is what you’ve been missing the last few years. You thought your ex would give you this sense of gratification if you gave him more time, but what you were searching for was in your best friend. You always knew in the back of your mind that it was him. The one who held you when you cried, who made you laugh until your stomach hurt, who would drop everything to be there when you needed him. You take a big sip of your wine. 

“I was settling,” the words fall off your lips before you can stop them, the alcohol warming your cheeks right away. “I thought that if I kept giving him everything he would eventually give me half of what I was craving, but in the back of my mind I think I knew he’d never be what I really needed… I settled for him.” 

Yunho offers a soft nod, zero judgment, only understanding. “And what is it you were craving?” He moves even closer to you, your shins now pressed together. 

“You,” you sigh, his deep eyes boring into yours, waiting for more. You tap your fingers on your wine glass, contemplating your next words. “The connection, the comfort, the joy, the love that you gave me,” your throat tightens thinking about the nights you spent longing for your best friend. “I wanted you, how you made me feel…but I settled for him.” 

“Right person, wrong time,” Yunho scoffs, a gentle shake of his head, “kind of applies to us, right? We’ve wanted each other for years now, but we just never had the chance.”

“I should’ve told you sooner, Yun,” your hand rests on his, his fingers immediately lacing between yours. “We’ve wasted so much time,” hot tears blur your vision, but you blink them away before they fall.

“Hey, we have all the time in the world, baby,” he brings your hand to his mouth, planting a gentle kiss on your knuckles. “All the time in the world,” he muffles against your skin. You turn your palm to hold his cheek, and you notice his eyes roll back before they flutter closed.

“All the time in the world,” you repeat, threading your fingers into his hair. A future with Yunho flashes through your mind. Lazy Sunday mornings, celebrating milestones and holidays together, late nights tangled in the sheets, his body taking over yours — 

“Y/n…” His deep, smooth voice brings you back to the moment, the sound of your name on his lips heating your cheeks. 

“Hm?” 

He gently takes your wine glass from your hand, setting it on the coffee table next to his untouched one. When his eyes find yours again, warmth pools in your belly at the darkness that’s taken over his features. “I really want to kiss you again, but I feel like we should talk first,” he takes both your hands in his, and your heart pounds a beat faster in your chest. “If you spend the night tonight, there’s no going back. Once I have you, I don’t think I can let you go.” 

“I don’t want you to let me go, Yun,” you squeeze his hands in yours. “I’ve waited too long to get here, I don’t wanna go back… You already have me, don’t let me go.” The thudding in your rib cage intensifies with every second of heated silence.

“I couldn’t if I tried,” he finally says, pulling you in, crashing his lips into yours. His hands find your waist, his tongue exploring your mouth, and you wrap your arms around his neck as he pulls you into his lap. You straddle him, resting your knees on either side of his hips, deepening the kiss as his hands wander to cup your ass, pulling you closer to him. You roll your hips against him, his grip tightening on you as he drags your body over him. A groan rumbles in his chest and you feel his cock stiffening beneath you, grinding on him slower and harder. 

“I can’t believe you’re finally mine,” Yuhho’s hand snakes up your back and into your hair, gently removing your clip and tossing it to the floor before gripping your locks and tilting your head to the side, exposing the sensitive column of your neck to his mouth. He nips at your skin, licking the spot with his tongue, moving up to the tender spot under your ear. “My beautiful girl,” his hot breath in your ear has your entire body blooming with goosebumps.

”Yunho,” you roll your hips over him again as his lips travel down your neck to your collarbone, a whimper crawling up your throat at your rough jeans catching on your swelling clit. He feels harder and harder underneath you with each rock against him, and you’re cursing yourself for wearing such thick pants. You just want to feel him. 

“Yes, sweetheart?” He tightens his grip on your hair, kissing back up your neck until his lips connect with yours again. You moan into his mouth as his other hand guides your hips back and forth, shamelessly grinding your bodies against each other like horny teenagers. 

“Touch me please,” you beg, catching his bottom lip between your teeth, sucking on it gently. 

“Only because you asked so nicely,” he teases. He snakes an arm around your waist and smoothly rolls you onto your back, laying you down in the soft cushions. He kneels, settling between your legs, spreading them wide to roll his hips into your needy clothed core. His mouth finds yours again, tangling his tongue with yours.

The hand in your hair loosens, trailing down your body, ghosting over your breasts, down your belly, and lifting your sweater slightly to get to your jeans. He makes light work of the button and zipper, his nimble fingers undoing the fastenings with ease, all while keeping his mouth on yours. You feel him tapping on your ass, signaling you to lift your hips. When you do, he shimmies your jeans down your legs agonizingly slowly, breaking the kiss to admire the bits of your skin he’s dreamt about for years. 

He tosses your jeans on his living room floor, and a timidity slithers up at the realization that you’re in your underwear on your best friend’s couch.  His broad hands rest on your thighs, letting you close them slightly, your shared shuddering breaths the only sound in his quiet apartment. 

“Getting shy on me, sweetheart?” He teases you, reading your mind. He knows you so well. You giggle as he slides his hands to your sweater, dragging it up your body, exposing your panties, shifting it higher and higher until the bottom hem of your bra is barely showing. He slides his hands under your top, expertly cradling your bra-clad breasts in his hands, letting out a restrained groan. The energy shifts and you whimper, watching his eyes locked on the way his fingers swim beneath the fabric of your sweater. You let your legs fall open slightly as Yunho slots himself between them, peppering your belly with gentle kisses and thumbing one of your pebbling nipples through the thin material of your bra. 

“Yun…” you sigh, running your fingers through his hair as he kisses you lower and lower, “please,” 

“Mhm,” he nods against your soft skin, shifting down to lay on his belly between your legs, hooking your knees over his shoulders. You feel his searing breath over your pussy, cooling the growing wet patch in your panties, making you clench around nothing. He picks up on your reaction, gripping your hips before blowing a steady stream of air over your sensitive heat. 

“Oh,” you breathe, wriggling under his strong grasp, spreading your legs wider for him. 

“You’re so reactive,” he murmurs, biting down on your inner thigh, soothing the spot with his tongue. You yelp at the sensation, covering your mouth in shock of the sound that just came out of you. Yunho chuckles darkly, “don’t hold back, baby, I wanna hear all the noises you make.” 

He hooks an arm over your hip so his hand rests on your mound. He grips your panties in his fist, pulling them up until the fabric slips between your wet folds, gliding firmly over your clit. You stifle a sob as he tugs them harder, biting you once more. 

“I thought I told you not to hold back, sweetheart,” he licks your skin again, soothing the angry bite mark that will surely be bruised by morning. Another tug of your panties has you mewling, one hand gripping his hair for dear life, the other blindly searching for anything to ground you. 

“Yunnie, please, stop teasing me,” you never thought your sweet and wholesome best friend could have you whimpering and begging beneath him, hardly having touched you. He has such a dark, dominating presence about him in this moment, and it’s making your head fuzzy. 

He lets go of your panties, swiftly pulling them to the side, exposing your wet heat to the cool air. You suck in a sharp inhale, finally bare to him.

“Fuck,” he moans, “look at you, baby,” he runs two fingers through your heat, the sudden contact making you cry out. He spreads you wide to see every inch of you, taking his time. “So pretty,” he breathes. 

“I need you, please,” you whine, “are you gonna make me keep begging?” 

“Baby, I’ve wanted to touch you like this for years,” he drawls, “let me savor it a little.” Before you can protest, he teases your entrance with two fingers, slowly thrusting them deeper and deeper inside you, little by little, until his palm is flush with your cunt. Your head falls back into the cushions, your chest heaving. You had daydreamed about how his fingers would feel inside of you, but nothing compares to the real thing. He pumps in and out a few more times before he curls his fingers, hitting the spot that makes your back arch. You grip his hair, tugging on it harder than you mean to, but you can’t help it. You miss the way his eyes roll back, his mouth hanging open at the pain. 

Yunho lets you guide his mouth to your core, his fingers keeping a steady pace as he uses his free hand to spread you open, swirling his tongue around your clit. 

“Yunnie…” you whimper, grinding your hips on his mouth. He nods against you, sucking your clit into his mouth, rolling his tongue over the swollen bud over and over in time with his fingers moving in and out of you. Pleasure blooms in your belly as he works you, each flick of his tongue bringing you closer to the edge. 

“Feeling good, sweetheart?” He replaces his tongue with his thumb, circling your clit softly to ease you into the sensation. You push yourself down into his hand, needing more. He chuckles, applying more pressure until he feels you melting under him.

“Yes, so good Yun, fuck,” the pressure low in your belly builds rapidly, and you know if he keeps going at this pace, you’ll fall apart in no time. You prop yourself up on your elbows to look at him, and once your eyes lock with his you know you’re a goner. 

His hair is mussed from your tugging on it, his cheeks flushed, his mouth glistening, a bead of sweat dripping down his temple as he picks up the pace ever so slightly. He smirks at you, letting your legs fall from his shoulders so he can kneel between them again, sitting back to get a good look at you, never slowing his ministrations. You make the mistake of glancing down, your mouth drying at the sight of his cock pressing against the confines of his jeans. He hits that spot deep inside you again, and you fall back into the cushions, breathy curses falling from your mouth over and over. 

“You look so beautiful like this, fucking hell,” he drops his free hand next to your head, caging you in beneath him, watching his fingers pistoning in and out of you faster and faster, circling your clit in a matching pace. “Mine, mine, mine,” he repeats over and over, like he can’t believe this is finally happening. He brings his lips to yours, mumbling the words against your mouth as you nod wordlessly in agreement, the taste of yourself on his tongue making you dizzy. He kisses you down to your neck, nipping at your sensitive skin, praise after praise whispered into your ear. 

“Tell me you’re mine,” he emphasizes his words with a sharp thrust of his fingers, and you cry out at the sensation. 

“I’m yours, I’m yours— fuck!” You feel the cord in your belly tightening and tightening. 

“Good fucking girl,” he whispers in your ear, nipping at your earlobe, “come around my fingers, baby,” 

“Oh, oh,” you shudder underneath him, his words pushing you over the edge as your orgasm rips through your body, pleasure burning from the inside out. He kisses you hard, slowing his pace bit by bit to ease you through your climax, your body trembling in his hold. “Yunho,” you mumble into his mouth, “I’m yours,” you whisper.

“You sure are,” he peppers your cheeks with soft, tender kisses, your brain slowly coming back online as he slows his fingers, coming to a stop. “And I’m yours,” he kisses you gently, easing his fingers out of you, slipping your panties back into place. He lays down on the couch next to you, pulling your favorite throw blanket over your exposed bottom half, tracing hearts and stars on your skin while your breathing steadies, running his fingers through your hair as you let your eyes flutter closed. You snuggle into him, the warmth of his body keeping the flame in your core burning. 

“You are incredible, Jeong Yunho,” you giggle as he kisses every inch of your face, his soft lips mapping the details of your skin. He wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you flush against him. 

“Why, because I made you come in 5 minutes flat?” His low drawl has desire coursing through your veins, part of you feeling embarrassed he can turn you on so easily with just his words. 

Your breath hitches as you nod, trying to keep your cool, but he knows you better than that by now. “You really like when I talk to you like this, don’t you, baby?” 

“Apparently I do,” you turn to look at him, a teasing glint in his eyes, his fingers dancing across the bare skin of your belly. “I’d love to hear what else you have to say,” you tease. 

“Well for starters, I want to take you to bed” His mouth hovers over the shell of your ear, the combination of his hot breath fanning over your skin and the vibrations of his deep voice have lust taking over your thoughts once again. “I want to fuck you properly, and we just don’t exactly have the space for that here,” you can hear the smile in his voice.

“Oh,” you giggle, his straightforwardness taking you by surprise. Just like that you’re throbbing for him again, your mind racing thinking about where your night with him is going to go. “I’d like that.”

Before he can catch you, you jump up from the couch, leaving your throw blanket behind, beelining for the hallway toward Yunho’s bedroom, giggling the whole way.

“Hey!” He laughs, clamoring up to chase after you. A few long strides and he’s caught up to you, right in the doorway of his bedroom. He hooks an arm around your waist and you yelp as he spins you around to face him, the momentum of both your running carrying you to the foot of his bed. The backs of your knees hit the mattress, but he holds you upright, pressing your body against his. Your eyes lock, both of you breathing heavily.

“Someone’s excited,” Yunho chuckles, giving you a firm kiss before pushing you back onto his bed. You let out a breathless laugh as you plop down on the mattress, pushing yourself to sit upright.  

“A little,” your hands find his torso, fiddling with the hem of his shirt. He smirks down at you as you run your hands under his shirt and up his stomach to chest. He lets out a shaky breath at the feeling of your hands on him, and pulls his shirt off over his head, discarding it on the floor. You’d seen him without a shirt a handful of times, but this close he looks ethereal. Your fingers dance across his bare skin, reveling in the feeling of being able to touch him like this. You want to see more of him, touch more of him, taste more of him. 

“Yun,” you start, hesitant to take the lead. You slide your hands down his body until your fingers feel the smooth leather of his belt. Your eyes meet his, not breaking contact while you smoothly undo his belt buckle. “Can I?” You whisper. 

“You can do whatever you want to me, y/n,” he breathes, looking down to where your fingers are undoing the button of his jeans, sliding the zipper down slowly. You pull his jeans down, and he kicks them to the side, standing before you in only his boxers, his hard length pressing against the confines of the fabric.

His fingers lace through your hair, gripping it gently to tip your head back. Keeping your eyes on him, you slowly pull your sweater over your head, letting him let go of your hair to take it from your hands and toss it to the floor. You reach behind you, undoing the clasp of your bra, slowly sliding it from your body and dropping it next to your discarded sweater. Yunho’s chest heaves as he pokes the inside of his cheek with his tongue, drinking this image of you in, dragging his gaze across your exposed chest.

“So beautiful,” his voice has dropped even lower, a tone you’ve never heard from him, the deep timbre stoking the fire deep inside you. “You are so beautiful,” he cups your face in his hands, bending over to kiss you softly. He parts your lips with his tongue as you rest your hands on his abdomen, sliding one down to palm his cock over his boxers. 

“Fuck,” he groans into your mouth, your fingers wrapping around him as much as you can through the fabric, stroking his impressive length as he licks deeper into your mouth. You pump him from base to tip, running your thumb over the wet patch at the head of his cock, drawing another guttural moan from his lips. Your mouth is watering at the feeling of him, but it’s not enough. 

You dip your fingers under the waistband of his boxers, and Yunho breaks the kiss to watch you pull them slowly down, down, down, until his cock springs free, hanging heavy in front of you. You absentmindedly lick your lips at the sight of him, feeling the wetness in your panties growing. Lust prickles across your skin thinking about feeling him inside of you. 

“Yunho,” you sigh, wrapping your fingers around him, pumping him slowly as he stands up straight, tugging your hair in his fist to tip your head back again. “I want you to fuck my throat,” you whine, “please,” 

“Oh, baby,” he grips your hair tighter at your words while you stroke him, the sting making your cheeks warm, “you want me to stuff your pretty little mouth? Wanna wrap those beautiful lips around me?” Towering over you like this, you start to realize just how much he could overpower you, and the thought spreads heat through your abdomen. 

“Please,” you nod, “I wanna taste you,” you open your mouth, sticking your tongue out for him, keeping your eyes on his. You pump his length twice more as you guide his hips toward your mouth, dropping your hands into your lap as his tip rests on your tongue. 

“Mmh, so pretty,” he whispers, wrapping his fist around his cock, tapping his tip on your tongue before sliding past your lips. “If it gets to be too much, just tap my thigh, okay sweetheart?” 

You nod, wrapping your lips around him, sliding your tongue over the sensitive underside of his tip. His head falls back, a beautiful moan falling from his lips as you slowly start to bob your head. You take more of him, inch by inch until his cock taps the back of your throat. You swallow around him, and he absentmindedly thrusts deeper, chasing the sensation. 

“Fuck,” he groans, his grip on your hair tightening again as he holds you there. “I’m gonna move now, is that okay?” He brings his free hand to your cheek, caressing it gently as you nod in confirmation. As soon as you give him the signal, he pulls back slightly, rocking his hips slowly, savoring the feeling of your lips wrapped around him and your tongue gliding over him. “So beautiful with your mouth stuffed so  full,” he praises you, thrusting deeper into your mouth, down your throat, testing the limits of what you can take. He finds a steady rhythm, and you match his pace, bobbing your head and licking over every inch of him as he pumps in and out of your mouth, the stretch burning your throat deliciously.

You can’t take your eyes off of him, tears blurring your vision as you admire his lustful features. His furrowed brow, his blown pupils, his flushed cheeks. The bead of sweat dripping down the tip of his nose, the tensing muscles in his stomach as he pumps into your mouth… he looks so beautiful. You find yourself rocking your hips, grinding into the mattress, looking for any friction you can get.

He thrusts deep into your mouth, his cock hitting the back of your throat again, and he holds you down on him, your nose brushing over his abdomen. The lack of air makes your head spin, and you want him even deeper. You reach up to grab his hips, but your hand bumps his thigh on the way up, which he takes as your signal that it’s too much. 

“Shit,” he pulls out of your mouth, and you gasp for air as he drops to his knees in front of you. “Are you okay, baby? I’m so sorry, was that too rough?” His eyes are full of panic and he brushes your hair out of your face, wiping the saliva that had bubbled up at the corners of your mouth. It all happens so fast, it takes you a moment to process the man waiting in front of you, waiting for a response. Before you can stop yourself, a smile breaks across your face and a giggle rises up your throat. 

“Yunnie,” you laugh, cradling his concerned face in your hands, “I’m fine, more than fine,” you try to catch your breath. “I was trying to…grab your hips to pull you closer, but I … bumped your leg by mistake,” his panicked face relaxes, a beautiful smile taking its place, and he lets out a deep sigh of relief. “I do appreciate how quickly you stopped though,” you tease him, your breathing finally steady, “it’s nice to know my boundaries will be taken very seriously.” 

“You scared me!” He laughs, dropping his head in your lap. 

“It was an accident!” You laugh with him, brushing through his hair with your fingers. “I actually wanted you to be more rough with me,” 

He straightens up. “Is that so?” He plants his hands on the mattress on either side of your hips, the darkness returning to his gaze as he stands again, leaning over you. You lean back onto your elbows as he towers over you, his eyes raking over every inch of your body. 

“It is,” you whisper, suddenly feeling so small beneath him, all lightheartedness suddenly sucked out of the room. “I would enjoy that very much,” 

“Mmh,” he hooks an arm under your waist, lifting you easily and moving your body further up the mattress. You let out a small yelp as he drops you, heart warming as he reaches above you to grab a pillow to prop under your head. Once he’s sure you’re comfortable, he hooks his fingers on your panties, and you lift your hips for him to peel them off of you. He tosses them to the floor, turning his attention back to you, spreading your legs wide open, kneeling between them.

“I would enjoy that too, however,” he runs his hands up your calves, your thighs, until he reaches your center, using both hands to spread you wide open. You watch in awe as he runs two fingers through your arousal, teasingly dipping them inside of you. “I want to savor every moment of this,” he dips down to kiss you softly as he drives his fingers even deeper, prodding that tender spot inside of you, drawing a whine from your lips. “Let me be gentle this time, let me show you how much I–” he pauses, something indiscernible flashing through his eyes. “Let me show you how much I’ve been wanting you,” he recovers. “Then next time,” his thumb flicks over your clit, “I will do whatever you want me to do to you,” he circles the sensitive bud, your mind reeling. “Does that sound good, baby?” 

“Mhm,” you nod, “so good,” you whimper as he scissors his fingers inside of you, surely trying to stretch you open for what’s to come. 

He reaches for the drawer in his nightstand with his free hand, but you stop him. “You don’t have to wear one,” you interrupt.

“Are you sure?” His fingers keep moving inside of you, stretching you wider with each thrust, but still giving your conversation his attention.

“I’m on the pill and was tested recently, so yes, please Yunnie, I want to feel you,” you mewl, “please let me feel you,”  

“So good for me,” he praises you over and over, “are you ready?” 

“Yes, please,” you whine when he pulls his fingers from your cunt, desperate for him. He lifts your hips, pulling you closer to him, nestling himself between your legs, being sure to adjust your pillow once more. He spreads you open with one hand, tapping the tip of his solid cock on your swollen clit before rubbing it up and down your slit, lining up with your entrance. You both freeze at the same time as the reality of what’s about to happen finally hits you.

The feeling of this moment is nothing you’ve experienced before. For years, you’ve longed for Yunho, wanting the intimacy of your friendship to go beyond just emotional intimacy. You’ve yearned for him as long as you’ve known him. You wanted him– all of him. Finally, the universe decided it’s time for you two to experience that. 

You realize he’s feeling it too, his hand finding your cheek in the silence, brushing away a tear that you didn’t realize had fallen down your cheek. “I know, baby,” he whispers, and that’s all you need to hear. 

He presses his lips to your forehead as he slowly pushes inside, easing you into the sensation, gently stretching you out on his cock. You feel grateful that he prepped you with his fingers, the sting you feel only lasting a few brief moments before he’s smoothly gliding into you. He pushes in deeper and deeper, until you’re filled to the brim. He drops his hands to the mattress on either side of your head as he bottoms out. Almost in unison, you both let out a shuddering exhale. 

“You feel incredible, fuck” he breathes against your forehead, finally pulling back to look into your eyes, your bodies finally connected physically in the way they’ve felt connected spiritually all these years. “And you look so pretty, my angel,” he whispers, his eyes shining. 

“I don’t know how you can still manage to make me blush when you’re literally inside of me,” you pant, shyly giggling as your cheeks warm under his loving gaze. He hisses at the way you squeeze around him when you laugh. “Sorry,” you cover your mouth with your hand to stifle your giggles. 

“I’m learning so much about you today,” he pulls hips back slightly before burying himself inside you again, all teasing coming to an instant halt as the tip of his cock presses against your g-spot. 

“Oh my–” your back arches at the feeling, “God Yunnie, I feel so f-full.” 

“You’re doing so well baby,” he praises you again, giving you a moment to adjust to his size. “Look at you, so beautiful taking my cock.” 

“I need you to fuck me,” you scramble to grip his forearms, feeling the taut muscles under his skin. “Please,” you wriggle your hips beneath him, “move,” 

“Mm,” he pulls out almost completely, just the tip of his cock resting inside of you, “say it again, sweetheart,” 

“Fuck me Yunnie, please,” you beg, trying to push your hips down on his cock. 

“God, I’ve waited so long to hear you say that, I’ll never get tired of it” he slams into you, and you cry out as he bottoms out inside of you again. He sets a steady pace, rolling his hips into you over and over, the feeling of him pumping in and out of you more delicious than you could’ve ever imagined. He kisses you hard, licking into your mouth, swallowing all of your pretty little moans. 

He cups one of your breasts in his wide palm, running his thumb over your nipple, stoking the fire in the pit of your belly. He straightens, admiring how beautiful you look while you take him. Your lips red and puffy, your eyes half lidded, your breasts bouncing with each thrust. 

“So pretty, taking me so well,” he praises you as his hand coasts up your chest, fingers gently wrapping around your neck. He holds his hand there for a moment, making a mental note of the way your eyes light up when he briefly squeezes the column of your throat. 

“F-feels so g-good,” you choke out between thrusts. His thumb slides along your jaw toward your chin, prodding at your bottom lip, coaxing your mouth open. You wrap your lips around his thumb, sucking on it briefly before he pops it out of your mouth, trailing it down your body until he reaches your clit. The contact has your head spinning, the cord in your center tightening and tightening as he flicks your sensitive bud. 

“Baby, look,” his voice cuts through the foggy lust in your head, grabbing your attention. He nods down to where your bodies are connected, gesturing for you to take a glance. 

One look at him splitting you open has your climax threatening to wash over you, warmth running up and down your spine at the sight of your arousal shining on his cock as he pistons in and out of your heat relentlessly. He swirls his thumb around your clit faster at the feeling of you squeezing around him.

“You close, sweetheart?” He’s breathless as he fucks you, hitting so deep inside you that you can feel it in your stomach. 

“Mhm, fuck, yes,” you cry out, scrambling for his free hand, lacing your fingers between his. 

“Come on, I want to watch you fall apart around my cock.” He’s fucking you impossibly hard, each thrust hitting just right, bringing you closer and closer to the edge. “Let me feel you, love,” 

“Oh my god,” you stammer out a string of curses as your second orgasm washes over you, your heart thudding in your ears as your body tenses underneath him. He barely slows his pace, keeping his thumb resting on your clit, fucking you through your high. 

“There she is,” he coos, slowing little by little until your body starts to relax. He thrusts all the way inside, bottoming out, collapsing over you. 

“Wow,” you laugh, bringing your hands up to cradle his flushed face. “That was,” 

“Incredible?” He finishes your sentence, kissing your sweaty forehead over and over. You let out a soft moan in agreement, and his cock jumps inside of you at the sound. 

“Mmh,” you whimper, the warmth creeping back into your belly, and you squeeze around Yunho’s cock. 

“Wanting more already?” He teases, pushing his hips against you, thrusting himself in even deeper. 

“Absolutely,” you squeeze around him again, craning your neck up to capture his lips with yours. “Fuck me however you want, baby,” you whisper against his mouth. His cock twitches inside you again and you giggle, waiting for his next move. 

“Flip over,” he pants, “I wanna fuck you like this,” he slips out of you and you whine, feeling empty. He helps you roll onto your belly, kneeling behind you as he pulls your ass in the air and plants a hand in the middle of your back, guiding you to arch for him. You squish your cheek into the mattress, trying to look back at him. “Fucking hell,” he palms your ass with both hands, admiring your delectable form, “you are unreal.” 

“Yun, please, I need you,” you whine as he bends over your body, planting hot, wet kisses up your spine until he reaches the nape of your neck, bringing his lips to your ear. You feel his cock bump against your backside, his body flush against yours.

“You are insatiable, my love,” your heart flutters at the word, but your lust pushes any overanalyzing to the back of your mind in favor of how desperate you are for him. 

You push back into him, feeling the tip of his cock bump against your heat. He straightens at the feeling, rubbing circles into your hips with his thumbs as he watches you move. You roll your hips, catching the tip of his cock between your folds, wiggling and rocking to find the right angle before it finally slips inside. 

“Oh, fuck,” he whimpers as you push back, taking him deeper and deeper until your ass is flush against him. You start bouncing your hips, taking him in and out, slowly at first, the sounds of his moans filling your ears and soaking your center. 

“Feel good, baby?” You muffle from beneath him, moving your hips quicker with each bounce on his cock. You open your legs a little wider, the new angle rocking his cock against your g-spot. 

“The best thing I’ve ever felt,” he rolls his hips to meet yours, the sound of skin slapping filling the air of his bedroom. “I can’t believe how long we’ve waited for this,” he grips your hips, meeting your thrusts in earnest, fucking into you impossibly deep. You match each other’s pace immediately, moans and whines filling the air. 

He threads his fingers through your hair, tugging you upwards until your body is flush against his, your sweat-slicked bodies rocking together. His hand drops from your hair to wrap around your neck, holding you firmly in place as he threads his other hand between your legs, his middle and ring finger easily finding your swollen clit. 

“I want you like this forever,” he whispers in your ear as he drives into you, your motivation to bounce on him melting into the mattress beneath you. You want him to take you however he wants you, your body molding into his grip. 

“Forever,” you nod as he kisses your neck, “you have me forever Yunnie,” 

“Again,” he groans as you tighten around him, his fingers swirling around your clit, your third orgasm of the night building rapidly low in your belly. “Say it again,” 

“Forever,” you repeat, “I’m yours forever,” 

“Fuck, sweetheart, I’m so close,” he growls into your ear, “you take me so well, like you were made for me,” 

“I was, Yun,” you assure him, “I was made for you,” he rubs your clit faster, “and you were made for me,” 

“God, yes,” he kisses your shoulder, his pace faltering as he gets closer to the edge, “I love you, y/n, fuck.” His fingers swirl around your clit as his hips stutter, spilling hot and fast inside of you. “I love you, I love you, I love you,” he repeats over and over as he ruts into you. 

“I love you, Yunho,” you cry out, your heart exploding as your orgasm follows, your body shuddering against him as you come together, your words and his swirling around you in the afterglow. 

He holds you tight against him, guiding your spent form back down to the mattress, kissing every inch of your skin as you both come down from your highs. He slips out of you, lowering your hips, massaging your sore muscles before rolling onto his back next to you. You mimic his position, flipping over so you’re both staring at the ceiling, processing the words you both just confessed. You lay together in silence, the sounds of both of you trying to catch your breath filling the room. You let your eyes close, processing the moment.

“Jeong Yunho,” your voice is hoarse once you speak. “Tell me you love me.” Your eyes flutter open, turning your head to see him already beaming at you. He rolls onto his side, bringing himself nose to nose with you. 

“I love you.” He declares, clear and confident, your heart swelling in your chest. His lips brush over yours, both of you smiling as he kisses you softly. “Your turn,” he whispers. You copy him, rolling onto your side, brushing his sweat slicked hair from his forehead as he throws an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

“I love you,” you giggle, kissing him again. 

“One more time?” 

“I, love, you,” you emphasize each word with a gentle kiss on his lips, 

“I will never get tired of hearing that,” he whispers. “Let’s go get cleaned up.” 

You whine in protest, but Yunho eventually gets you into the bathroom, running a hot shower for the both of you. You wash up together, hardly able to keep your hands off of each other. Once you’ve fallen apart in his hands twice more and the water’s run cold, he helps you into a pair of his boxers and his biggest, softest sweatshirt. 

“This feels like a dream,” you think out loud once you’re snuggled up in Yunho’s bed together. “Is this a dream?” 

“If it is, I never want to wake up,” he smiles at you under the dim street lights flooding through his windows. “This is all I need, forever.” 

You kiss him at that, soft and tender, his arms wrapping tighter around you, holding you close. You fall asleep shortly after, nose to nose, hearts full. 

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You wake to the morning sun shining through Yunho’s bedroom windows, the sweet smell of vanilla flooding your nose. Stretching your tired limbs, you roll over to find the other side of the bed empty. Panic floods your mind at the sight, your past making you assume the worst. Is he sleeping on the couch? You wonder. Does he regret what he said and now he’s avoiding me? Before you can reason with yourself, you jump out of bed and speed walk down the hallway, stopping dead in your tracks when you reach the kitchen. 

“You’re not freaking out, are you y/n?” Yunho drawls, his voice still laced with sleep, low and raspy. He hasn’t even looked at you yet, his focus being on the plate on the counter in front of him, but he already knows where your mind is at just by the sound of your footsteps coming down the hallway. Of course he does. His bare, wide shoulders shake as he laughs to himself. His pajama pants hang low on his hips, the muscles in his back moving beneath his skin as he throws the final touches on what’s in front of him. He spins around to face you holding a plate of pancakes, littered with strawberries cut into hearts. Your heart flutters at the scene in front of you. “You think I’m gonna make love to you, tell you that I love you, and not make you breakfast in the morning?” 

Suddenly feeling self conscious over your immediate assumption that he regretted your night together, you cross your arms, avoiding his gaze. “I got scared,” you whisper. 

“That I left you in my apartment all alone? Baby,” he puts the plate down, “I would never, especially after last night,” he crosses the kitchen to reach you, pulling you into his warm embrace, his hot skin beneath you melting away the coldness you felt from waking up alone. “I’m not like…him,” he reminds you, brushing his fingers through your hair. “You are safe with me. Safe, loved, protected, respected, I could go on and on. Do you understand me?” He presses a gentle kiss to the top of your head. 

You nod against his chest. “I do,” you feel a tear slide down your cheek, spreading from your skin, onto his. He squeezes you in a tight hug. 

“Come on, let’s get some food in your system. You haven’t eaten since our pastries at Blossom last night,” he releases you to grab your plate, as well as a second he made for himself, and drops another quick kiss to your forehead before carrying them to the coffee table in his living room. 

“Come sit,” he beckons you, and you follow automatically, plopping on the couch. He grabs your favorite throw blanket before sitting down next to you, draping it over both of your laps. No matter how hard you try to ignore them, negative thoughts are still plaguing your mind. You both pick up your plates, eating in silence for a few moments before Yunho speaks up again. 

“Y/n, what’s on your mind?” His tone is so sincere, you immediately feel guilty for making him worry. 

“I’m just–” you hesitate for a moment. “I’m scared it’s too good to be true.” 

“What is? Us?” Worry flickers across his features, his heart aching seeing you so distraught. 

“Yeah,” you sigh, poking at one of your pancakes with your fork. You know you’re being unreasonable, and that Yunho has shown you nothing but love and commitment as long as you’ve known him. But your self doubt and your history of awful relationships is screaming at you that you don’t deserve him. You’re so lost in your thoughts that you don’t even realize that you’re crying. 

Yunho gently takes your plate from your hands, putting both his and yours back on the coffee table. He shifts his body slowly until he’s kneeling on the floor in front of you, resting his hands on your blanket-covered thighs.

“Y/n, look at me,” he pleads. You wipe the tears from your cheeks, patting the dampness into the blanket in your lap. You rest your hands on top of his, tracing the lines of his veins for a moment before dragging your gaze upwards to meet his. His eyes are glazed over with tears of his own. 

“Yunnie, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you, I–”

“Listen to me,” he interrupts. “You are the best thing that has ever happened to me. The most precious thing in this world to me. Each moment that I spend with you fills me with a joy that I never experienced until I met you.” He turns his hands over to cradle yours as his tears finally fall down his cheeks. “I love you. And I will spend every day of the rest of my life proving that to you. And proving to you that you deserve the love that I give you.” 

You stifle a sob at his words, trying to take all of it in as the beautiful truth. You know he means it, he’s always meant every word he’s ever said to you, and you know you need to silence your anxieties in favor of what you know to be true. 

“It’s gonna take time,” you whisper. “It’ll take time for me to believe that I deserve what you give me,” you wipe your own tears, then his, both of you laughing breathlessly at your own emotions. “But I will get there,” you continue, “I just need you to be patient with me.” 

“Of course. I will spend the rest of my life reminding you what you deserve, sweetheart. That’s a promise.” 

“I love you.” You cradle his head in your hands, memorizing every inch of his face, savoring the first day of the rest of your lives.

“I love you,” he kisses the tip of your nose. “Let’s go finish our breakfast in bed.” 

“Okay,” you giggle watching Yunho jump up to grab both your plates, giddily walking toward his bedroom with a wide smile on his face. 

“You coming?” He glances over his shoulder at you, his ears blushing bright red as he waits for you. 

You nod, hopping up to follow after him, to your new forever.