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[yougavemeyourheartyouknow]

Thinking about Baby daddy!Miguel O’Hara who had the largest smirk on his face when he watched your new boy toy and you leave the pool party, already knowing the awkward tension between you both will only escalate once you're both alone.

Baby daddy!Miguel who purposely goes out of his way to start dropping you a bagel and coffee at your place of work when it’s your weeks with gabi, saying it was on the way to work and how he remembered how you once made an offhand comment about how you never have time for breakfast before dropping off your daughter at school or at summer soccer camp before going to work.

Baby daddy!Miguel started to call you your nickname he had given you during college. First time dropping it casually during a swap, trying to garner your reaction, which was nothing more than a small laugh and a curious head tilt.

Baby daddy!Miguel who (after a few beers with Peter) finally realizes why he’s been oddly territorial over you as of recently. Before a new guy entered the picture, it was as if you two never stopped being together, sure there weren’t any kissing or hand holding, but when it was just you three, it felt like being a part of the family you were a part of pre-splitting up. You and Miguel weren’t like his parents, there was no toxicity or bad blood between you both, just two people who grew apart.

And now, he was drunk, crying on Peter’s shoulder while his friend rubbed his back to soothe him, coming to the realization that he’ll always love you. Because you’ve never given him a reason not to.

Baby daddy!Miguel who is now on your doorstep after dropping your daughter off at soccer camp. A bouquet of flowers hiding behind his back, wearing a white button up, with the sleeves rolled up and a pair of black slacks and dress shoes. Taking a shaky breath before knocking, feeling dejau hit him, catching himself in the same position 12 years ago when he first came to your dorm to ask you out.

Baby daddy!Miguel whose whole world came crashing down when the same guy from the carne asada opened the door instead of you, shirtless. With messy hair and sweatpants that we’re hanging low enough for Miguel to realize what had just transpired in your place moments ago.

Baby daddy!Miguel, whose heart shattered when you reintroduced him as your boyfriend.

—

Shaky hands, a thin layer of sweat, dry mouth, if Miguel didn’t know better, he would have thought he was sick. His left hand held the boutique behind him while the other fidgeted with the small excess flap of his belt, only to place the hand in his pocket when he heard the sound of muffled steps approaching the door. Clearing his throat as the door let out a faint click sound before opening.

Miguel had to drip hard on the thorny stems so he didn’t drop them out of shock. He tried his best to keep a calm expression on his face. But it seems his poker face wasn’t good enough, because the smirk your boy toy had on his face as he leaned against the door said it all. Despite being shorter than Miguel, he was acting as if he was on top of the world. Miguel blinked out of his trance when he heard your voice say a faint “who is it?” from the next room before you appeared next to him. If the sight of the man next to you wasn’t enough for Miguel, yours certainly sent him on a downwards spiral.

You were in shorts and his shirt.

“Oh Miguel! Hey, you remember Henry, my boyfriend.”

Boyfriend?

“Yeah.” He mumbled with a head nod, to which Henry returned as he crossed his arms.

Fuck.

“Um-sorry, Gabriella said she forgot her good pair of soccer shoes.” Miguel managed to say after clearing his throat, not wanting to make a fool of himself anymore then he probably already had.

To be fair, she did forget them.

—

Part 3<

Part 5<

Not proofread.

Word count: 600

Taglist: @ginnysculture @mishaglass @wusyanamee @mangoslushcrush @queerponcho @bunnibitez @miguelzslvtz @migueloharastruelove @dahehow @sinners-98-world @othersideoftheparadise @toyfortoji @yeshajane @yvesbi @strawberryjuice9 @hanjisgf @deljojeisbackagain @safixiovi @emmalandry @maxinemus3 @lauraolar14 @aaaaslaaaan

[evilgwrl]

TF 141 x Reader (Apocalypse!AU)

Immune: Nine

WARNING: This is a 18+ Poly!141 series (MDNI)

CW: Attempted suicide, unknown watching as someone gets changed, SIMON BEING THE CUTEST MAN ALIVE, kissing and bum spanking

Taglist: @beebeechaos @h3art3at3rr @johannxseb @cndy-l0v3 @nylluns @pomegranategum @tapioca-marzipan

ANYTHING IN ITALICS IS A FLASHBACK

Masterlist

The summer air was a broil of wet leaves and burnt tar, roads simmering with clouded fogs of steam that snipped at the exposed flesh of your leg. Your bike was worn, tyres nearly flat from the consistent rummaging of scarred rocks tearing the innocent rubber into a battered mess.

Your legs were inflamed from the constant use, thighs straining against bones and weathered skin. Sweat stuck to you in a damp layer, the occasional fly suckling at the salty residue. There was a gentle strum of moans, ripped jaws sloshing against rotten teeth, skin a ghastly contrast against the greenery. They didn’t care for you, walking past you like you were one of them.

It was a sick punishment.

You thought back to the first couple of days after. After Vienna. Steel supported rough fingers, muzzle pointed under your chin, the chill of cold tickling down your throat, trapping your oesophagus with an arrogant choke. Nimble fingers unclicked the safety, a line of tears streaming down your face pathetically.

You didn’t do it. You weren’t sure which was weaker, staying or leaving.

Blood ran through your chest, beating down to the tips of your wrists, eyes gauging through the flesh as if you had x-ray vision. You would no doubt be scorned with blisters later, the sun kissing you with fat welts filled with liquid medicine as you rolled in used sheets, unable to sleep.

You stared down the winding road, a companion of butchered shops lined up by the corner, untouched. It wasn’t rare for you to venture far, always taking a main road that would eventually lead you home.

You pushed through glass doors, majority of the crystal shattered across the concrete. There was a gentle ding of a bell as you entered, a lone zombie trailing towards the noise, disappointed at the sudden disappearance of its senses as you smashed a blade into the centre of its head, the stench of death filling the shop as you gagged. You weren’t sure you would ever get used to the smell.

The store was disappointing at the front, but you knew the stock room held liquid gold. Your knees skidded over the counter, a till smashed across the floor as you laughed. You wriggled the STAFF ONLY door, your shoulders working to barge it open. There were unopened boxes of candy that caught your attention, sticky tape quickly stuck to the wall as you delved through, a child-like innocence adorning your face as you tore apart a chocolate wrapper.

A sick moan of satisfaction ran through you as you stuffed more bars in your bag, teeth rotting with gooey caramel. Your feet padded against the floor, achy limbs begging for a rest as you sat down on a bench, uncomfortable wood barely supporting you. You scoffed back an apple, a small container full of buttered bread soon resting in your stomach.

You groaned as you chugged the majority of your water, the liquid quenching the Sahara in your throat as it stained your chest, a light dribble working down your chin as you sighed. Eyes stared at the bike resting against a brick wall as you looked up, noticing the flock of birds make their way through the sky, gradual darkness soon blending into the baby blue.

Dirtied nails scraped against the glass of your final destination, a small boutique with a flickering sign greeting you with the smell of dust as you pushed the door open. Nimble fingers worked your sweaty top off as you tried clothes on, wiping the grotty mirror down with an ugly rag of a shirt.

Dark eyes watched you from a rooftop, covered face twisting into a scowl as he watched you prod at yourself in the mirror. Your flesh was greasy, a sweet shine covering your muscles as he fixated on the way you moved. He stared at you through the lens of a sniper before placing it next to him as you walked out, bag round with clothes and the minimal amount of food you could find.

You didn’t notice him, his body stealthy as he adjusted, eyes immersed in you as you rode off. They would head your way tomorrow, he decided.

Thick hands ploughed at the wood; an axe gripped between his fingers as you watched him intensely. Your eyes gawked at his biceps, chiselled muscles bulging under the sun, a glisten against his skin from his work.

“That enough?” His voice was thick, a mixture of molten and sweet honey lacing him. His aura was earthy and masculine, his need to prove himself to you evident as he looked to you for approval.

“Good enough for me,” you replied, attempting to grab a log of wood before he barked that he would do it, snatching it from your grip.

Your eyebrows twisted up in annoyance as you crossed your arms over your chest. “I’m not useless, I was the one doing this before you all came along.”

“Didn’t mean to offend you, sweet’art, just don’t want you to hurt yourself again.”

It was impressive watching him work; his forearms stuffed full of wood as he placed it in the small collector next to the fireplace. This was your first time being alone with him, his large frame was intimidating at first, but his shitty dad jokes couldn’t help but pull a smile from you.

You pulled him into the barn, introducing him to your cows, Daisy and Ted. He wasn’t fond of the names, but he felt himself nodding, watching the way you greeted them like they could speak, eyes full of admiration at the way you handled yourself.

“I’m hoping she gets pregnant, she’s my lifesaver,” you cooed, swatting the cow gently against her rump as she huffed out a breath. Simon raised a brow at you, a cocky smirk against his face.

“Don’t think about it,” you scowled as he turned around. Quick hands swatted at his ass as he grunted. Ghost was trained for anything, his hands at your waist as you squealed, quickly thrown over his shoulder with a huff before you were dropped in a bale of hay, endless giggles wracking through your chest as he peered down at you with a grumpy look.

You noticed his eyes crinkle as your laughter slowly subsided, both of you staring at each other with an amused look. His hands stilled at your waist, gripping them slightly with a warming touch.

“What’s your real name?”

He paused for a moment, thumb rubbing at your rising tummy, a pool of butterflies sinking into every crevice of the muscle. “Simon.”

You repeated it several times back to him, enjoying the way it fell from your lips as battered eyes focused on them, watching the way your tongue wriggled in the heat of your mouth as you spoke.

“You like it?” He asked, voice lower with nerves. He wasn’t sure why he was nervous. But he was.

You nodded at him, glancing from his eyes down to his mouth. Your fingers wrapped around his wrist, bringing his hand to your cheek as your mouth opened slightly, eyes never leaving his. He paused, ready to turn away from you.

He didn’t.

Instead, he leaned in, pushing the mask down his chin in a rough manner before he kissed you, his tongue swiping against your bottom lip before easing it into your throat. He was strangely gentle, almost like he was scared to hurt you. The Lieutenant’s hands gripped your face as you pulled him in by the scruff of his neck, deepening the motion. 

His eyes were voids of burnt sugar, a hinge of toffee speckling through as they merged into his iris. He was warm and inviting, the slight tang of his saliva running through your taste buds as he welcomed the sensation of you, a hand dropping to your throat with a delicate squeeze. 

Simon pulled away with a slight gasp, catching the breath he wasn’t sure he was holding.

“I don’t want to rush you.”

You only smiled and brought him back in.

[lilacgaby]

You don't understand how much I love the is he proposing or... and can you do hawks or shoto please?

is he proposing or has he been staring at bridal magazines often, asking your opinion on the floral, white dresses?

is he proposing or has he been taking your hand into his, and commenting on which gems he think would compliment your skin color?

is he proposing or has he been taking you to boutiques more frequently after your dates, asking you to try on dresses and buy all the ones that you like?

is he proposing or has he been questioning you more at home, his head in your lap as you watch tv, about what dates are your favorites?

is he proposing or has he been choosing cheesy romcoms that all end in wedding scenes, and jokingly re-enacting some lines with you?

is he proposing or did he send you off with fuyumi one day to go spoil yourselves? you two getting mani-pedis, your hair done, facials, waxings, and her asking some 'random' questions too? l

is he proposing or did he ask you to take the month off (he doesn't know why you work anyways)?

is he proposing or did he fly you two out to his summer home, spending week after week going on hikes, building sandcastles on the beach, swimming in exclusive jacuzzis, and dining on the coast?

is he proposing or did hand you a shell he 'found in the sand', though instead of a pearl it held a huge, sapphire stone with the first words from his planned vows embedded in the side of the ring?

you were momentarily rendered speechless as you looked to find shoto on one knee, looking up at you with a soft smile on his face. he recited perfectly memorized vows to you, speaking on how much he loved you, how he wished to be with you forever, and how beautiful he thought you are. he barely had a chance to ask before you slung your arms around his neck and hugged him, your laughs being the only sound besides the crashing waves. as you released him, your legs on top of his as he finally slipped the ring onto your fingers, you decided to take a walk on the moonlit beach to celebrate your first night as fiancés.

tags: @thrivingaintmything @hyunsuks-beanie @cupidsblonde

[chlorinecake]

— GYM BROS | 20th birthday special for @wonbinisbabygurl

⚡︎ PAIRINGS : fitness trainer!chaemin x gym rat!sungchan x subby!wonbin x desperate fem!reader

⚡︎ PLOT : in search for a hot body to match your plans for a hot girl summer, you seek out the council of your city’s most famous fitness trainer, Lee Chaemin… however, you never would’ve guessed that his intentions to get you in shape would turn out to be a team effort…

⚡ ︎WARNINGS : BIG DICK AGENDA, foursome, sungchan's kind of a perv in this, wonbin’s on the subby side, and chaemin's somewhat mean!dom coded, kissing, breath play, spanking/marking, dry humping, finger sucking, praise & degrading kink, oral (m. r) & fingering (f. r.), cum eating & breeding kink, ft. aespa’s ningning

⚡︎ WORD COUNT : 5.8k | co-written w/ the lovely @squoxle !

THERE HAD BEEN a time in your life where guys often threw themselves at you, gracing you with compliment after compliment in hopes that you’d spare them a prolonged glance… or perhaps, even a chance at hooking up with you somehow…

But then, your high school graduation happened, and coming up promptly on the adulthood menu, college applications and job searching.

Academia was simply something you weren’t interested in at the moment, so you took the work route, being employed at a 9-5 desk job until you got sick of that and terminated your contract before the summer.

Now, introducing your best friend Ningning Yizhou, someone you’ve known since high school yet only recently reconnected with within that past six months.

Your bond flourished as if time and personal journeys had never even separated you two, which is precisely why you found yourself where you were today:

Enjoying a sunny afternoon while walking arm-in-arm beside her, exploring the side shops of an outdoor strip mall from a distance…

The sunlight casted long shadows of the surrounding trees across the worn asphalt pathways trailing from the boutiques, the air meddling with scents of freshly cut grass, expensive perfumes, and tasty treats from the nearby food stands.

Back to Ningning though, the poor girl just wouldn’t stop raving about this new workout program she found online, excitedly informing you on all the details about this celebrity status fitness trainer who co-owned the company.

A strand of her long black hair danced in the wind as you both continued to stroll the area, her dainty sunglasses framing her round face as she nudged your shoulder slightly.

“Girl, you gotta try this with me,” she protested in between taking a sip of the fruit smoothie she held in her free grasp.

“Oh, come on ____,” Ningning whined this time, “how are we supposed to have a hot girl summer if we’re not looking like hot girls?!… The math is basic, to be honest…”

You let a soft sigh escape your lips as your gaze fell down towards the hoodie you wore, its fabric feeling heavier than usual, acting as a direct testament to your own lacking commitment to fitness.

“I’m just not too comfortable with the idea of wasting my money on some poor excuse for a fitness trainer,” you sulked, the sweet and icy nectar of your berry blast smoothie providing you with an extra layer of comfort beneath the blazing afternoon heat.

It had been far too long since you’d laced up your sneakers to exercise, your body looking a little too soft for your liking especially on top of the sedentary job you worked for months.

“Well, the lady who runs the program says that her trainers are licensed professionals,” Ningning continued passionately, despite the uninterested look on your face.

“Uh huh,” you nodded plainly, “and by that, you mean she hires people who wasted their money getting a license to help people do push ups, right?”

“Look, if we sign up now, we can get our first month free,” she stated, halting the pace of her steps to turn and face you directly this time, “so do you wanna do this with me or not?…”

The pressure was starting to kick in now, and although you had been trying to keep up your stubborn act for as long as you could, all of Ningning’s talk about sculpted abs, toned legs, and the perfect bubble butt was enough to spark even the smallest flicker of appeal within you.

It was a simple fact, really… like most women, you wanted to get in the best shape of your life this summer, possibly granting you a much needed injection of excitement into your otherwise mundane single life.

“Fine, I’ll join the stupid program,” you rolled your eyes sarcastically, a bright smile creeping across Ningning’s lips as she cheered for joy, exposing her cute round teeth.

“Yes! Hot girl summer, here we come!”

You let yourself giggle at your friends enthusiasm, her energetic aura always having a way of radiating onto you anyways…

And yes, you still felt a bit hesitant about venturing back into the gym after such a long hiatus, but with a little push, a little sweat, and a little confidence, you were ready to accept that maybe this whole workout thing was exactly what you both needed…

AFTER AGREEING TO enroll into the program, you decided to do a little research on your own back at home, and from what you could tell, the website looked fairly promising.

“Once I joined, I just couldn’t stop coming,” one review read, another following comment stating that they couldn’t remember the last time their bodies looked 'this great.' 

And strangely enough, you found yourself convinced from that alone, jotting in your name, age, and other necessary credentials on the website's "SIGN UP" front page.

Wrapping a hoodie around your waist, you slipped into your fitness shoes, tossing your gym bag over your shoulder and making your way to your first fitness class.

Initially, you were under the impression that your trainer would be another girl by default, so you didn’t put too much effort into your appearance. 

To be honest, your outfit was giving more of a “I just fell out of bed on a lazy sunday and decided to go for a jog” look rather than “Oh my God, this is my first workout class and I wanna make a good impression!”

Not like you cared all that stuff anyways, though... you were here to work up a sweat and get your dream body, not win a fashion competition.

Sprinkling a peach flavored electrolyte pack into your 40 ounce water bottle, you gave it a few shakes in your hand, watching closely as the powder dissolved before taking a sip and walking into the daunting building ahead of you—

“Alrighty, it looks like you’re all set, Miss ____. Your personal trainer will be waiting for you in the Private Training Room, code number 210B,” the older lady at the front desk smiled, straightening out the consumer information sheet you had just filled out and sliding it into the file drawer beside her.

“Ok, cool! And I'm sorry, but where do I go from here?”

“Just take that elevator to the second floor, hun. From there, you're gonna need to take a right, and room 10 should be right there!”

“Ok, thanks,” you nodded in a friendly voice before walking off, deciding within yourself that you'd take the stairwell instead of the elevator given the long line of people waiting there.

That's when the sound of humming treadmills, heavy metal clinks, and a mix of strained grunts hit your ears as you navigated around the second floor, taking a right turn just as the receptionist advised.

And there it was... Room 210B in all of its mysterious glory.

Your eyes wandered down to the soft natural light peeking from beneath the door, the handle twisting with a gentle creak as you walked in.

“Hi! You must be ____,” a deep male voice immediately greeted you. “I’ll be your fitness instructor and personal body trainer for the entirety of this program,” the man went on with a smile, extending his hand to shake yours, “My name is Lee Chaemin, but you can just call me Chae or Coach.”

What the actual fuck, you thought to yourself, struggling to properly return the handshake given the way your eyes ogled at him now.

He was criminally attractive, and you doubted wholeheartedly that you'd be able to function efficiently in his presence, let alone under his piercing gaze—

“V-very nice to meet you,” you somehow managed to choke out, making him quirk a brow at your flustered demeanor before going on to outline the criteria of your workout plan.

But your inner thoughts... God, they had gotten so loud that you could hardly even process a single word that escaped his lips, imagining within yourself how nice his hands would feel while wrapped around your neck...

At this point, you had completely missed the part where you were supposed to answer his question.

“Huh? I mean uh- Sorry, what did you say?” 

“I asked if you had any particular body goals in mind?” He repeated with a faint chuckle, eyes flattening out into pretty crescents as he tilted his head at you. 

Shit, his smile is absolutely perfect—

“Hmm... I mainly just wanna tone up and lose some body fat, y’know?”

“Yea, of course... in that case, we’ll start you out with some basics so I can get an idea of your current strength... then, we can work our way up from there,” he said, just as he made his way over to the wall and grabbed two yoga mats.

“I’ll demonstrate the poses and you can just cop me. Don’t worry if it feels a little awkward at first, I’ll guide you into position if you need,” he smiled again, laying down the mats for you two.

You joined him on the ground now, eyes following the movements of his body as twisted into various different stretches before finally coming to one that nearly knocked you off your feet.

“Oh, hold on! I gotchya,” he huffed, grabbing hold of your waist as you bent over with your legs spread apart. Even though you knew he wasn’t doing anything intentionally, you couldn’t help but internally melt at the feeling of him standing behind you like this...

Eventually though, your stretching period was finished, following up with a few simple pilate-like exercises and a mile run on the treadmill right after.

Fairly easy enough for my first day, you thought to yourself again, noting that if there was anything you learned today, it was that this Chae guy or whatever the hell he wanted you to call him, was sickeningly sexy, or in other words, just the extra vessel of visual motivation you needed to keep going on this journey...

BY THE END of the first week, you had changed up your wardrobe completely, not wanting any extra fabric to get in the way of you copping a feel here and there.

Besides, wearing a tight pair of yoga leggings with a mini crop top was much better suited for your hot girl aesthetic versus your usual hoodie and baggy gym pants.

As expected though, the next few classes became progressively more challenging... similarly to the rock hard bulge resting behind Chaemin's pants.

You were already seeing some promising results, too, despite how it had only been a few weeks since you first started... Ningning was in a more dance-focused class than yours, but her results were just as amazing, making this little hot girl duo between you two really worth the effort.

Unfortunately though, your free trial was coming to an end soon, so with the last few hours you got to spend with Chaemin every week, you hoped there'd be a chance for you to get a little something more out of him.

“See ya after class, babes,” Ningning waved with her typically warm and optimistic energy, making you flash her an equally friendly smile as you waved her off in the same manner, walking off into Private Training Room.

“Today’s gonna be a little different,” your trainer started to speak as soon as you opened the door.

“Different how?” You asked, sliding your gym bag from over your shoulder and placing it on the carrier shelves beside you.

“Well,” he continued in between clearing his throat, “one of my friend’s will be joining us in the room today, if you don't mind... He’s a personal trainer, too.”

Your eyes widened slightly as his words as a neutral pout overcame your features. “Oh, well yea, I don't have a problem with that,” you reassured him, making Chaemin flash you a thankful smile as you got started on laying down the yoga mats, just as Chaemin reached in his gym shorts pocket to pull out his phone.

“Perfect... I'll get started with you in a bit, though... I'm just texting him to verify how much longer it's gonna be before he gets here–” 

“Hope I didn't keep you waiting too long,” a new voice called out from beside you as the room door slung open, the sound of layered footsteps hitting your ears as the newcomer invited himself into the space, cutting Chaemin off mid-sentence. 

“Oh- Hey, Chan! I was just about to text you,” Chaemin let himself chuckle slightly before dapping up his friend.

“____, this is Sungchan, the trainer I was telling you about earlier...”

“Nice to meet you, ____,” Sungchan nodded with a gentle smile, a feeling of butterflies rushing through your lower stomach aa you found yourself having to look up to meet his face.

That's when the source of the second pair of footsteps became clear to you, just as a slightly shorter but equally as attractive guy joined the space.

“Wonbin,” the third boy introduced himself plainly, voice a bit feathery as he nervously shook your hand.

“Don’t worry. We shouldn’t bother y’all too much. Me and Won are gonna be training over here, but if you need anything just let me know, okay?” Sungchan went on, looking directly into your eyes, practically knocking you off your feet.

“Cool! Me and ____ are gonna get started over here, then,” Chaemin clapped as you started your first round of cardio, which today turned out to be a 10 minute jump roping circuit to help warm you up.

Chaemin kept track of the time as usual in between barking out a few words of encouragement, even though you could definitely tell another set of eyes were on you...

Glancing in one of the mirrors, you caught onto to the way Sungchan shamelessly stared at your body as you jumped up and down, a small smirk staining his features as the sheen of sweat decorated you slightly exposed chest now.

He was supposed to be spotting Wonbin at the bench press, but he just couldn’t take his eyes off of you for the life of him, almost in disbelief at the way you clearly started to put on a little show for him, letting your breath come out in high-pitched pants as you continued jumping.  

“Nice work, ____,” Chaemin exclaimed as your timer went off, right before he suggested that you work on a bit of strength training for the next 30 minutes.

“I think I need a little more time to calm down before I hit the weights, Coach,” you huffed out tiredly, explaining to him that it'd be better if you just worked on something a little less strenuous for the time being...

Glutes.

Of course, Chaemin wasn't going to make you overwork yourself, especially since you claimed to be feeling a bit more spent than usual...

By now, you had fully memorized the glute routine he made you do twice every week, including a rep of squat variations, lunges, bridge lifts, and fire hydrants.

Chaemin usually stood behind you whenever you did squats, guiding your waist with the lightest touch he could to make sure your form was on point.

This time though, you noticed that he wasn't even within three-feet of your presence, having his backed turned to you as you pushed out your first set of sumo squats, watching him walk even further away in the mirror ahead of you. 

“Hey, where're you headed?” You asked through slightly labored breaths, still counting in the back of your mind how many squats you had done so far...

“Oh, I just gotta take care of something really quick... Sungchan'll be here if you need him for anything.”

“Alright then,” you nodded, feeling that familiar burning sensation course through your hips, “take your time!”

“Thanks,” he replied, walking over to where Sungchan stood near Wonbin and exchanging a few words with him that you couldn't make out through all of Wonbin's grunting, leaving to room shortly after.

Twenty-eight... twenty-nine... thirty, you lazily counted out each squat in your head, letting yourself take a few conscious breaths just as Sungchan made his way over to you now.

“Looks like it’s gonna be just you and me then, huh?” he began with a smirk, scanning your body with his eyes. 

“Well... not exactly,” you returned quietly, peeking over his shoulder to find Wonbin adjusting a pair of headphones over his head.

“He's not one to bother people, trust me... It’ll be like he’s not even here,” Sungchan reassured you, just as he ran a hand through his shaggy hair and walked closer towards you, “Now... I say we freestyle a bit and try out a few exercises you've probably never done before, yeah?” 

The word 'intrigued' didn’t even begin to describe the way you felt right now... the look on his face was so mysterious yet so telling at the same time... you could hardly make any sense of his behavior, but you had a pretty good feeling his mind was on the same thing as your own wandering one:

A quick fuck sometime with no strings-attached.

His heads rested at your shoulders now as he positioned himself behind you. “Let’s start with a stretch first since you just finished a pretty intense cardio set,” he suggested with a slight rasp to his voice, a familiar and alluring feeling washing over you as he spread your legs apart with a strong hand.

“This will help stretch out your hip flexors,” he continued, keeping his touch secured around your inner thighs. “Just get down as low as you can for me, 'kay? You can stop if anything starts to hurt...” 

You couldn't help but blush a bit at his choice of words, following his instructions carefully as you squatted down as far as you could, poking your hips out a bit before coming back up to a standing position.

“So,” his still voice sounded from behind you, “you enjoying this little program so far?”

“Yeah, actually... I had low expectations in the beginning, but it's turning out to be a really good thing for me,” you answered while peddling your feet, hands glued to the floor.

“Oh, cool! That's always good to hear... What do you think about Chaemin, though?”

“What about him?” You returned with a bit of confusion to your tone.

“Well... I'm just curious to know if he’s been a little… touchy with you,” Sungchan hummed as you laid on your back, forcing your legs apart gently with his hands as your breath hitched slightly.

“I uh…well... not really,” you exhaled through your nose, feeling the sudden pull in your muscles.

“Oh?... I would’ve expected something different from him,” Sungchan shrugged while pushing his weight into your thighs even more... the position was already a bit erotic in itself, but it really didnt help now that his bulge had grazed up against the growing wetness behind your yoga pants, making your stomach tighten with need.

And it was written all over his adorably mischievous face, too... how much he enjoyed stretching you out passed your limits—

“Ngh!” You winced through furrowed brows, slightly turning your head to the side with your hands framing your head on the yoga mat.

He chuckled softly, letting his eyes wander from the sight of your puffy pussy poking through your leggings before making eye contact with you suddenly. “Sorry about that... Let’s work on a different position...” 

You shook the tightness out of your legs before standing to your feet, letting Sungchan guide your body into a downward dog position, leaving your ass high up in the air and your legs spread wide open to the point where almost nothing was left to the imagination now... 

You're not sure why, but every single thing this guy said or did in this moment was turning you on... from his voice, his body, and even to his scent, Sungchan had you fully enthralled by him in just a matter of minutes—

“So,” he started again, “how long have you been training with Chae for?”

“Just a few weeks,” you huffed back, voice a bit tight given the stretch you felt in your spine.

“Really? That’s impressive,” Sungchan exclaimed from behind you, eyes obviously falling to the view of your cleavage in the mirror ahead before flickering back up, “your physique already looks so amazing, ____.”

“Please,” you scoffed, a warm feeling erupting in your stomach given how close he was to you, “but I appreciate the compliment, Channie… your friend Chaemin’s a pretty good coach, y'know…”

“Yea, that might be true, but,” Sungchan’s voice trailed off in the same manner that his hands trailed from your thighs, applying pressure to your lower back as he forced you abdomen closer to the ground, “he can be a little mean with his clients, if you ask me…”

In all honesty, you didn't fully understand why Sungchan kept bringing up Chaemin, but you couldn't say you disagreed with his opinions about him...

Chaemin did have his moments where he was a little tough on you, but the horny slut inside you didn't mind his dominance, anyways...

“Agreed,” you sighed, letting your muscles relax into the position, “but if he’s so mean and what not... what does that make you?”

“A well-balanced personal trainer,” Sungchan replied with pride almost instantly, “considering that Chae often forgets to include the ‘personal’ aspect when it comes to fitness… he’s more—”

“Physical... like you said,” you budded in for him, making Sungchan chuckle, “and you’re personal… gotchya…”

“But what’s your preference?” He asked, voice falling a little closer to your ear as he forced his palm into your back even further, the curve of your ass sitting right at his front.

You knew there was more to Sungchan's question than what met the surface…

Briefly reasoning within yourself, you moved from the stretching position, turning to face Sungchan as you leaned towards him.

“I suppose I’m open to both,” you whispered seductively, resting your hand just inches away from the mound between his legs.

His breath got caught in his chest now as your hand started to tread even closer to his center, moving upwards until you suddenly stopped, looking back into his eyes. “Think you can meet both those needs for me… Channie?” You went on in a voice soft as silk yet as seductive as a siren, batting your eyelashes at him as he licked his lips slightly.

“How about this... I’ll offer you a free trial before we make anything official,” Sungchan whispered, trying to keep his lingo as indirectly suggestive as possible, “but it’s only a limited time offer…”

His voice faded away, just as the eye contact he held with you wandered off to the wall bench just a few feet from you both on the stretching mat.

And before you could even turn to meet his face again, he was already standing up, flashing you a knowing expression as he walked to the bench, taking a seat and shamelessly manspreading right before your eyes.

He reached for his water bottle sitting on the ground, raising the liquid to his lips and taking a few gulps, your eyes watching the line of veins trailing up his sculpted neck and shoulders as you simply accepted that fact that you couldn’t hold yourself back anymore…

Not while this horny, of course...

Besides, if there’s anything a hot girl did best it was hot girl shit, annd you’d be a fool to let Sungchan sit there and do nothing about the boner obviously growing behind his gym pants.

Limited time offer, huh? You thought to yourself before standing up from the mat, zipping down your workout top a bit to let your tits breathe.

Well it’s a good day to be impatient…

You climbed onto Sungchan's lap, wrapping your thighs around him as you felt him pressing into your core, a feeling that excited you more than you cared to admit.

"Oh so we're doing this now?" The tall boy asked, smiling as you got comfortable on top of him.

"As if this wasn't the goal since you set your eyes on me," you smirked, leaning in to kiss his plump lips.

Sungchan hummed within the contact, letting his eyes flutter shut before speaking...

"You just look so fucking hot in these yoga pants," he mumbled with your lower lip snug between his teeth before lightly pulling away "can’t wait to get ‘em off you..." he continued raspily, gripping at your hips before kneeding the flesh there in his hands.

In the midst of all this, Wonbin was completely oblivious to what you and Chan were up to, too focused on pushing out his final reps of bench presses, silver headphones secured tightly around his sweat-drenched mane as a certain tune blasted in his ears.

That’s when he caught onto the faint sounds bleeding beyond the audio from his headset, plain curiosity getting the best of him as he hooked the barbell back to its power rack, ending his set to get a peek at his surroundings.

He took off his headphones and sat them neatly on the equipment, giving his damp hair a slight shake before turning his head to the noise behind him, only to find a breathless you situated in Sungchan’s lap.

The eldest flashed Wonbin a look with the most shit-eating grin plastered across his deer-like features as your tongues intertwined sloppily, even though Wonbin’s attention had clearly darted toward your ass by now, both enticed by and shocked at the way you grinded against his friend’s lap so shamelessly. 

You soon noticed the way Sungchan’s face wandered from yours slightly, provoking you to turn for yourself to see exactly what had caught his attention. 

And there he was, an utterly flabbergasted Wonbin meeting your eyes with his own hesitant ones, an even more evident bulge resting behind his gym shorts now as blood rushed to the tip of his cock, getting harder and harder with every breath he took. 

Sungchan returned his lips to your neck now, nibbling at the skin there while still keeping a grip on your tight ass, "Don't think I can wait much longer baby..." he groans against you, almost as if the taste of you alone was making him hungrier for any sort of stimuli.

"What are you waiting for then, big boy?... it's not like anyone here has a problem with us... isn't that right, Binnie?" You pressed, biting your lip while looking the reluctant boy up and down.

But Wonbin remained quiet, only giving you a shyly desperate look as his lips part slightly, making way for his tongue to run over his lips greedily.

He felt like he had never contemplated something so hard in his entire life while in this moment.

"C’mon, don’t be shy… you can join us if you like..." you continued, flashing Wonbin your signature blowjob eyes as Sungchan obviously began to appear a bit thrown off by the boldness of your offer towards his friend, making his plush lips cease from marking you for a moment despite his initial playfulness…

Still, and oddly enough, Wonbin’s nervous demeanor had a way of exciting Sungchan even more, especially with how dirty you and him were getting during what was intended to be your training period.

"Get over here, Won... she doesn't bite as much as I do..." Sungchan mustered encouragingly, even though Wonbin’s feet were already moving towards you two at the wall bench.

He sat down next to you both, watching dumbly as you suddenly stopped grinding against Sungchan’s lap.

"W-...what do I do?" He asked timidly, fidgeting with his fingers in his lap as you simply smiled back at the gorgeous men before you.

"Pull your pants down," you said bluntly, "both of you..." 

And with that command, it didn't take long for Wonbin to start working with the waist tie of his shorts, pulling at the strings and sliding the fabric past his hips.

And once you climbed off of Sungchan’s lap, he proceeded to do the same, hooking his thumbs at the hem of his pants before shimmying them down like you asked.

You got on your knees between them, exchanging one more look of consent before taking their sensitive members in your hands, alternating between either stroking them or letting their dicks take turns basking in the warmth of your skilled mouth. 

The sounds of their pleased grunts and hums layering over each other was more than enough to get your pussy dripping with need.

You admired the feeling of Wonbin’s long and pretty cock gliding down your throat while also savoring the girth of Sungchan’s throbbing dick as you pumped him in your fist at the same time. 

The eldest of the two had his mouth hung open, head thrown back against the wall as his hips lifted into your hand, desperate for more friction than what was already being offered…

And on the other hand, Wonbin tried to keep his lip bitten firmly between his teeth as an attempt to hold in his moans, only to fail miserably once you licked around a certain spot along his shaft... his sweet spot… 

"Oh, you like that baby?" You asked rhetorically, watching as his chest began to heave with each stroke of your tongue against his log of nerves, his lustful eyes wandering to the sight behind you as another person invited themselves to witness the filthy scene ahead.

It was none other than Coach Chaemin, who judging from the outside, appeared as though he practically expected this to happen… finding a horny you slutting it out with his close mates in the private training room at the first opportunity you got... 

Still, he wasn't gonna let you get away that easily without first inserting himself into the fun... and I mean that quite literally, here. 

Chaemin kneeled himself behind you, tugging down your yoga pants and landing a hard smack to the curve of your ass, snickering at the fact that you didn't even have panties on.

And it all happened so fast that you didn't even have a chance to react properly before his thick fingers were lodged inside you, curling against the spongy spot that never failed to make your back arch. 

"F-fuckkk," you mewled erotically, turning your head back to find your trainer fucking his digits into your heat, this more openly dirty side of him finally coming out to play... 

"Turn back around," he ordered, just as Sungchan already helped himself to guiding your chin back to face him, shoving your lips over his cock and hitting the back of your moist den with his tip.

His veins were even more pronounced now as intense pleasure coursed through every cell in his 6-foot-something body, gently smacking his cock through the side of your cheek to tease you.

"Shhh," he cooed facetiously as your teary eyes met his taunting ones, the mascara you put on earlier bleeding at the corner of your eyes as your grip around Wonbin's cock tightened with your growing urge to gag. 

Sungchan went on, almost chuckling now as he slowly pushed your head further down his length, whispering within the mere air separating you two, "You like choking around my dick, huh pretty girl? Like it when I stuff your mouth so full with my cock that you can’t even think straight, don’t you?”

All you could do was dumbly nod around him, eventually gasping out loud once he finally released your head from his hold, giving you a moment to catch your breath. 

But at this point, Wonbin was already spilling his load over your freshly manicured fingers, a reddish hue rushing to his cheeks out of embarrassment of how fast he came.

He stuttered out your name in between his hiccupy moans, Chaemin’s narrowed eyes catching sight of the sticky situation, just as he landed a wet smack against your ass again with the same hand he just fingered you with.

"Lick it up, babyface… or else my fingers are all you're getting from here..." Chaemin ordered in a deep and almost threatening tone, making you clench your pussy around nothing as he slid his hand beneath your workout top, smacking your tits as a means to encourage you.

And already being too desperate for the lost feeling of his fingers inside you, you leaned over Wonbin’s lap almost immediately, clinging to his toned thighs as you lapped at the pearly release, making his abs clench at the returned stimulation. 

"So fucking hot," Sungchan mumbled, fisting himself at an aggressive pace as you kept catching Wonbin’s cum on your extended tongue, keeping eye contact with him the entire time as he groaned out his high, gently caressing the side of your face.

“You’re unreal, ____,” the long haired boy hummed, almost feeling lovesick at the way you kept licking at him.

Being so distracted in the way Wonbin gazed at you in this strangely intimate moment, you didn’t even realize that Chaemin had already slipped his shorts down, letting a bit of spit dribble from his tongue to help coat his length before sliding it into you.

The stretch genuinely caught you off guard, a shaky whimper slipping past your lips as you covered your mouth, trying to hold in your cries.

“Aww, too big for you, sweetie?” Chaemin taunted, watching the way your pussy practically struggled to take all of him, but he didn’t care, knowing that it’d only be a matter of time before you started begging for more.

“I can be gentle if you want me too… is that what you want?” He went on, landing another smack to your tits as he leaned closer to your ear, nibbling at the flesh there.

You couldn’t even attempt to get a word out once you felt his length slide further into you, amazed in your own mind that the stretch you felt earlier was only from half of his cock.

“Didn’t think so,” Chaemin smirked, his dick twitching at the tightness your hole provided before moving away from your ear, grabbing hold of your hips again as he slowly started to move inside you.

“Move your hand, angel,” Sungchan mumbled again, desperate to hear any more sounds from you to help him reach his high. “Need to come so fucking bad, baby… open your mouth for me,” he groaned, letting you take his tip in your mouth as your sealed your lips around him, only to break away suddenly as Chaemin thrusted roughly into you this time, grunting at the pleasure.

“Fuck, you’re pussy’s perfect… so tight,” he said with a rasp voice, struggling to stop himself from fucking you any faster than your tightness could take, “afraid I might split you open if I keep going, princess…”

All you could do was whine pathetically as Chaemin kept thrusting into you from behind, a burning sensation mixing with the growing pleasure from his length stretching you out.

“F-fuckk- Shit!” Sungchan groaned desperately, jerking his cock to the point where his seed ended up making a much bigger mess than intended, spurts of his cum getting everywhere but in your eyes at this point.

Your hands still rested at Wonbin and Sungchan’s thighs, and although Wonbin seemed a bit relaxed now, he was simply waiting for his next chance to get off, Sungchan slowly relieving his cock from the relentless strokes of his own hand before leaning down to kiss you, moaning at the taste of himself in your mouth mixing with your saliva.

Wonbin watched closely as his friend's tongue ran up against yours in the messy contact, the sight doing nothing but making the poor boy stiff all over again.

“Hey… wanna take a turn?” Chaemin asked Wonbin through a breathless voice, his question almost getting lost between the series of whines spilling from your mouth, Sungchan’s hand holding your face in place as he looked into your eyes, whispering dirty nothings against your lips as you took Chaemin from the back.

“Fuck, please,” you cried out for reasons you didn’t understand, face a mess of streaky makeup as you laved at Sungchan’s thumb in your mouth.

“It’s okay, baby… we’re taking good care of you, see?” Sungchan smiled, just as the feeling of fullness left your core as Chaemin slipped out, moving over for Wonbin to take his place.

“Gonna make you feel so much better,” Wonbin said from behind you, lining up his tip with your gaping entrance before fully sliding in, much easier than Chaemin did.

While Wonbin’s fucking you from the back, Chaemin swaps places with Sungchan on the wall bench, tapping your lips with his slimy cock with a smirk on his face, all before sliding himself in and fucking the daylights out of your throat. 

And your eyes were practically popping outta your head at this point given how rough he was being… you couldn't help yourself but to scratch at his thighs like a helpless kitten, making Chaemin wince as you marked his honey-colored skin with thin, red lines.

Meanwhile, Wonbin was still getting busy behind you, his hips grinding against you at a slow pace, clearly contrasting between Chaemin’s more aggressive sexual nature. 

And it was only a matter of time before Sungchan joined Wonbin where he was on the ground, discarding himself from his pants completely now as he held his cock in one hand and stroking over the curve of your ass with the other, utterly mesmerized by your feminine figure.

“C’mon, Wonbin, you can fuck her harder than that, huh?” Sungchan huffed sarcastically, jerking his cock once again with his fist at the sight of your hole gushing with arousal, your fluids creating the most heavenly sheen around Wonbin’s length as he took heed to his friend’s words, fucking into you faster and deeper despite how much it overstimulated him.

“Yeah… that’s it… keep fucking her just like that- mmm, fuck yeah,” Sungchan groaned, sliding his hands between your legs and letting his fingers find your heat, slapping a bit at your pussy lips before circling your throbbing clit.

You felt like you were going completely dumb now given all the sensations you were experiencing, Wonbin’s tip working wonders in your cunt as he hit all the best parts inside you, his own eyes becoming watery now as he felt himself approaching his high again, mumbling tiny words of praise from behind you.

But Chaemin… oh God, he was a complete menace in this moment, calling you his good little cum slut as he continued fucking your face full of his shaft, your jaw going slack as you cried dumbly around his veiny cock.

That’s when you felt a burst of warmth enter you from both ends, Chaemin’s seed coating the back of your throat as Wonbin collapsed over your back, stilling his thrusts as he spilled his release all over your walls, heavy grunts coming from both of them now that they’d reached their highs. 

“Awww, fuck,” Sungchan moaned this time, feeling himself draw closer and closer to the point of no return as Wonbin backed away from you, knowing that Sungchan had every intention of getting to stuff your pussy with his length just like the others did.

That's when you felt Sungchan grab your waist from behind, right before pushing his dick into you.

You couldn’t help but whine as you felt him stretch you open, gasping at the feeling of his hand wrapping around your throat, still feeling a bit sore from Chae's ministrations earlier.

He shoved his tongue into your mouth, kissing you sloppily as cum and saliva dripped down the sides of your lips, trailing down your neck as he humped into you hard and fast, causing your breasts to bounce freely from the force.

And seeing this only drew Chaemin's attraction to the perky flesh of your best as he found himself sucking on one of your tits, grazing his teeth over your skin.

“Get over here, Wonnie,” Sungchan grunted, watching as his friend sat tiredly by himself... “There’s a pretty tit for you, too,” he chuckled before smacking your ass, making you yelp at the stinging sensations traveling all the way up to your face.  

“She’s still not making enough noise for me,” Chaemin huffed before jamming two of his fingers into your mouth, causing your eyes to tear up even more.

“Scream for me, slut,” he grinned while he roughly stimulated your clit with his free hand, Wonbin's tongue never ceasing in sucking at your nipples, moaning at the taste.

At this point, you struggled to keep your balance, feeling your body begin to shake uncontrollably as Sungchan held your body tighter, hips still drilling into you at a relentless pace.

“Feels so fucking good inside you, baby,” Sungchan sucked through his teeth, a bit of saliva filling his mouth as the pattern of his thrusts slowed down, his hips ripping away from your heat as you fell into the two other boy's before you, your body fucked completely dumb now.

There was so much cum inside you at this point that you're sure it'd probably be leaking out of you for weeks after this...

You felt Sungchan’s dick slide out as he rested his chin on your shoulder, kissing the skin there before sighing against your neck and saying, “That was pretty fun, huh, pretty?”

You couldn’t really get a word out in this moment, and he caught onto it, talking for you instead of trying to get any words out of you…

“We should do something like this again, y’know?…I’m sure Wonbin would like it too,” he went on with a chuckle as Wonbin’s cheeks flushed red, running a bashful hand through his bangs down as he worked on fixing his shorts back.

“This’ll only last for another week before your free trial expires,” Chaemin began with a hoarse voice while keeping his eyes trained on you as he pulled up his shorts, too.

“Well, that’s only unless she doesn’t come back for more,” Sungchan pitched in, lifting his weight from your body and helping you guide your yoga pants back over your hips.

Although you are were currently unsure as to whether or not you would proceed with paying for the full program after such an unexpected encounter, you couldn't deny that being tossed around by three hot guys had your head spinning in the best way possible…

And as the four of you stood all sweaty and sticky in a circle, still trying to catch your shaky breaths as the fitness session neared its end, the idea of your average workout sessions with Chaemin seems much less appealing than the full-body workout you experienced today.

⚡︎ AUTHOR'S NOTE | My sister and I definitely got a little carried away with the plot this time, but hopefully someone out there enjoyed reading the hot mess of a story as much as we did when writing it for our dear mutual... And once again, Happy belated Birthday @wonbinisbabygurl !!! Cheers to another year of your beautiful life <3

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From 1900 to 1959, the Soulanges canal was where most boats would pass through to navigate the Saint-Laurent river in the area South-West of Montreal. At Pointe-des-Cascades, right next to the canal, there was an industrial site where all the maintenance materials for the canal were being built and stored, but when the canal closed in 1959, that site was left abandoned. In 1986, the site got revived, and the industrial buildings were repurposed as a summer theatre, restaurant and boutiques, and the riverside, as a small beach. However, the site was abandoned once again in the late 2010s, only to be picked up again by a new team wanting to restore the 80s resort it once was.

So, how is my 1980's does 1910's nautical outfit? I have also added a picture of my brother and I on that day, two pictures at Ste-Anne-de-Bellevue at sunset (with my sister and a different hat) and a picture of the abandoned "Hotel" (which was never a hotel) at Village des écluses, taken in April, on my Instagram post.

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Eren x Armin x Reader Friday Night Strip Poker (1)

words: 3.1k

concept: your good friends Eren and Armin are tight as thieves, and one night as you play strip poker, some tension arises and is resolved with another type of group activity...

contains: oral (f/m receiving), slightly sub!armin, slightly dom!eren, slightly domineering reader, threesome (MMF), cucking

y/n uses she/her pronouns and has female anatomy!

artwork does not belong to me, so creds to the artists!

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"You know, you look really nice in that new shirt." Eren smirks.

You are taken aback by Eren's forwardness. You, him, Armin, and Mikasa had shopped in Shiganshina Center yesterday, and you had gotten the shirt from a little boutique. It was a little black ribbed top with grey stitching. I might just have to fuck you right here, Mikasa had said when you stepped out of the dressing room, eliciting hearty laughs from Eren and Armin, and a flustered chuckle from you. There was always a little bit of homoeroticism between you and Mikasa, which is something you decided to put on the back burner when you noticed it a couple weeks before. Besides, she was in a relationship.

It was Friday, and tonight, it was date night for Mikasa and Annie, leaving you, Eren, and Armin to hang out at Eren's apartment in downtown Shiganshina. It was a perfect summer evening; the smell of food floated through Eren's open window from the restaurant below, and the bustle of the street below was faintly audible.

You guys decided to have a game night with some karaoke, and were currently playing Eren's favorite card game, Egyptian Rat-screw, which with these two stubborn boys, gets violent.

A queen of hearts was dealt, then a three of spades, then another queen.

"SANDWICH!" You all yell in unison, slamming your cards down onto the pile. Of course, Eren's card landed first. His fast reflexes were hard to compete with for you and Armin.

"Damn you, Eren!" you yell, and the three of you fall into a heap of laughter.

"More drinks?" Eren offers.

"Such a good host." You tease.

You and Armin sit cross legged watching Eren as he pads across the floor and into the kitchen to pour three glasses of piña colada mixer and add a generous amount of liquor to each.

"Thank you," Armin smiles sweetly as Eren hands him the drink. "My god Eren, bleh." Armin crinkles his nose as he tastes Eren's concoction.

You and Eren laugh softly.

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Twenty minutes later, the three of you are tipsy messes, with flushed cheeks and easily elicited laughs. There is a warmth in your stomach that usually comes with drinking, which always results in you being a little too flirtatious for your own good. And you had an idea.

"You know what we should play?" You giggle.

"What?" Eren and Armin perk up.

"Strip poker!" You announce, giving jazz hands to accompany your grand idea.

Armin crinkles his nose. "I don't know if thats a good-"

"YES," Eren interrupts, "now THAT sounds like fun!"

"Eren," Armin quickly glances to you before looking back to him, "are you sure this is a good idea-"

"PLEASE pleasepleasepleasepleas-" you playfully beg.

"Yeah, c'mon Arm', it'll be fun." Eren reasons.

"Okay, okay," Armin raises his hands in defeat. "Every time you lose a hand, something comes off, deal?"

"Deal!" You and Eren agree in unison.

You lose the first hand. And the next. Armin loses three in a row, taking off his socks and shirt. Eren loses four, stripping to only his boxers.

The thing is that it was summer, and you had worn sandals to the hangout. You didn't have two buffer losses to be used on your socks, so you were in your bra and underwear. You wish you had worn cuter underwear, but your bralette made your tits look amazing, which you reasoned made up for it.

What you don't notice at that moment is Eren and Armin's frantic exchanged glances, as Armin wiggled around trying to prevent his cock from hardening. He was lucky he still had his pants on, or it would be clear as day.

It could have been the way you were cutely sitting with your legs folded under you and your hands in your lap, accentuating your figure. Or, it could be related to the fact that Armin had harbored a crush on you for years, starting in high school and lasting through college.

All that mattered at that moment, though, was the curve of your supple thighs that Armin and Eren could practically taste, and the upward inflection of your voice when you laughed, which they both had only dreamed of hearing in a less platonic context.

Armin jumped when he looked up from his rearranging of his pants to see you staring right at him.

"Shit, you startled me," his voice grew small.

Your eyes flitted up and down his figure before a huge smile of realization creeped its way onto your face; he was getting hard!

"Armin..." you cooed, voice low and sensual; "are you..." your eyes locked onto his bulge.

"Ummmmm, uh," He stammered. "I'm... I'm sorry." He looked down.

"Don't be," You felt a familiar tingle between your legs. Whether it was flattery or plain old arousal you didn't know, but this intrigued you. More than that- you liked that he was getting hard just by seeing you in your underwear. You wanted him to be all flustered and sensitive by just looking at you; It excited you. Your next thought came bubbling up out of your subconscious like an instinct, and you immediately knew what you had to do next.

You scooted closer to him. "Armin, can I...can I see it?"

How could he resist such a polite request from such a pretty girl?

"What? Um, uh," Armin's face was beet red, and the blush was creeping down his chest. "Uh, like, d'you mean, it it?"

"Your dick." You said plainly, smiling with anticipation.

Eren looked on in entertained awe, not just at the situation, but your sudden boldness. "C'mon Armin, let's see it."

"Uhm," Armin smiled nervously. "Okay, I- I guess," He slipped his pants over his hips and his cock sprang upwards, pulling the fabric of his underwear taut. You smiled wider. He pulled them all the way off and discarded them to the side.

All of that just from seeing you? Your heart swelled with pride. You needed more.

"Can I come closer?" You earnestly awaited a response.

"Uh-" Armin glanced at Eren, before hesitantly nodding. "Mhm".

You crawled the remainder of the distance to him, keeping your eyes locked on his. Once you were in front of him, you folded your legs underneath you and looked at the bulge beneath his underwear. Not many details were visible under the fabric, but one thing was clear: he was big.

"Such a pretty cock," You muttered under your breath.

"Oh fuck," he exhaled; his dick twitching in response to your compliment.

So that's what he was in to. In hindsight, it made total sense.

You laughed sweetly. "So you're into praise, hm?"

Armin was taken aback at how quickly you figured him out, and his blush grew even deeper. "Oh, uh, I mean, I don't really kn-"

"Kiss." Eren interrupted. His voice was commanding and low- this was a side of him you hadn't seen before, but you didn't dislike it.

"Just shut up and kiss already." He cleared his throat.

Although Eren was sat about three feet away from you and Armin, his voice sounded like it was right next to you, which sent a spark of electricity to your lower stomach.

You and Armin glanced at him with surprise initially, before seeing the expression on his face. His cock was semi-hard, and his eyes were dark with lust. You looked back to Armin, whose eyes were already on your face.

You cupped his left cheek and brought your lips forward, stopping just shy of his own before closing your eyes.

A moment later, you felt him tenderly kiss your bottom lip. You reciprocated, beginning to kiss him softly. You climbed onto the edge of his lap, straddling his lower thighs, and wrapped your arms around his neck. A moment later, you felt his tongue; he was hesitant at first, but grew more confident each second that passes.

You groaned lightly.

Kissing Armin felt so fucking good; so much better than you ever would have expected. It's not like he was unattractive by any means whatsoever; in fact, he was an objectively beautiful person. You had thought about him in passing for as long as you could remember; sometimes imagining him late at night when you were alone in your room. You imagined kissing him; feeling him below you; kissing his neck; getting him hard; and making him come. But you could never let it become a full blown crush, because he was your friend. Attraction between friends is normal, you had told yourself. You just need to keep it under control. However well you managed it, you had always felt a twinge of jealously whenever he would hook up with other girls in college.

Now, you were kissing him. In real life. And it was so damn good. He kissed you like his life depended in it; like you were his one true love, and he had waited a century to taste your lips. He kissed you like you were the most precious thing in the world, and it was making you dizzy.

A minute or two later, you were sat further up his thighs than before, your hands were in his hair, and your tongue was in his mouth. His hands moved from your waist to your hips to your thighs as he played with the soft flesh.

You two hear Eren groan, unable to stop himself from audibly expressing his arousal at the sight before him.

"God, you guys, that is so. fucking. hot." Eren breathes.

Armin groans; partially in response to Eren's confession, and partially in response to the fact that you had scooted further up on his lap, to the point where the tip of his dick was pressed nicely onto your clit through the fabric your guys' underwear. You rolled your hips once, pulling another noise from each of you.

It was like that for a little bit; you and Armin swallowing each others little noises as he guided your hips in their steady rotation, while Eren sat to the side, watching slack-jawed as he palmed his dick through his boxers. The little ball of white hot pleasure in your core was starting to increase in intensity with the friction of his cock pressing against you so nicely.

"Wait, we gotta stop, I'm- ah- i'mgonnacuminmypants," Armin manages to say in one breath, the end of which tended towards a whine. He stills your hips with his hands. You stayed on his lap for a second, clinging to him while you caught your breath.

"I guess it's my turn." You hear Eren propose. Always the problem solver.

"C'mere," Eren guides you up off of Armin's lap by your forearms and leads you to his bed. You feel his mattress pressing the back of your legs, and he lays you down gently. "Come sit, Armin."

Armin comes to sit on the bed next to you as Eren climbs on top of you, with his right knee in between your thighs, pressing against you. The friction on your clit as he moves around to settle sends a jolt of electricity from your sternum to in between your legs and makes your vision fuzzy.

"Ah," you moan softly at the stimulation.

"Already?' Eren laughs devilishly. "Armin, you really got her all hot and bothered, huh."

"Uh huh," Armin responds, sounding a bit dazed from the highly aroused state that your make-out session left him in.

"Can I kiss you?" Eren speaks lowly right up against your ear. You can feel the rumble of his chest as he does, sending another dose of arousal to swim around in your lower stomach.

"Please" You lament.

From the moment your lips meet, one thing is clear. Eren Jaeger is a damn good kisser. As a kisser, he is slightly more energetic than Armin, but not at all rough. He takes his time with you, licking and swallowing you up as you come undone beneath him. He makes you go cross eyed and limp with his magic tongue, and you feel close to coming un-fucking-touched.

One of his arms moves from beside your head and cups your waist, squeezing and kneading the skin. His knee between your legs presses so nicely up against your soaking cunt that you could cry. Or die. Or both. All that you know is that you could not possibly feel better than you do in this exact moment.

It is a couple seconds later that you are proven wrong.

"Can I play with your tit?" Eren breathes.

"Mhm" Your saccharine sweet voice slides like velvet past the ears and straight to the cocks of Eren Jaeger and Armin Arlert, leaving Armin groaning next to you two as he watches intently.

With his free hand, Eren cups your tit, massaging it and swiping his finger over your hard nipple through the thin fabric of your bralette. The sensation has you squirming and writhing beneath him, as he dips down to kiss your neck. He kisses down your neck, to your chest. Then your navel, to your belly button, to your lower stomach, before stopping.

"Can I go down on you?" Eren almost whines, his voice heavy with arousal.

"Oh god yes, please." You feel like you will explode if you are not touched soon.

"Armin, kiss her and play with her tit, hm?" Eren positions himself right in front of your pussy, placing your thighs on his shoulders. He presses his nose to the wet spot on the fabric of your underwear and inhales, before groaning and releasing a string of curses under his breath. God, you smell so fucking good, he whispers before beginning to practically make out with your throbbing cunt through your underwear.

"Oh- my- god!" You moan loudly in response to Eren hungrily licking at you. You vaguely sense Armin lean over you to kiss you, more sloppily now than before, as one of his hands snakes underneath your bra to play with your nipple.

"Let's get these off, hm?" You hear Eren say. You lift your hips in response as he slides the lime green underwear down your legs.

Armin's relentless swiping of your nipple has you dripping, and his lips on yours are making a wet, sloppy kissing noise. Which sends electricity straight to Eren's dick.

Eren runs his hands up your calf and pushes your leg up and out, kissing the crook of your knee as he does so. He squeezes the flesh of your thigh for a second, slowly making his way higher, before settling into the same position he was in before, with your legs over his shoulders and his face sitting pretty between your thighs. Armin had stopped kissing you to begin licking at your right nipple, while continuing to palm the left, giving you a clear view of Eren as he gazed at your cunt, slack jawed and breathing heavy.

Me mumbled something under his breath that you couldn't quite make out, something involving pretty and god and so fucking wet. He rested his head onto your left thigh like a pillow, while reaching out with his free hand to brush his fingers along the length of your outer labia. There was stubble, since you hadn't shaved since a couple of days prior, which heightened your sensitivity to the dragging of his fingers.

You were a moaning mess at this point; Armin's relentless stimulation of your nipples and Eren's teasing right next to where you needed him most had you choking back sobs of desperation.

"Eren, please!" You whined. You needed him to touch you and you needed it now.

You heard him chuckle and were about to reiterate before feeling him lick up through your folds, starting below your entrance and landing on top of your clit.

"You're so fucking wet," he mumbled, before beginning to lick at your clit. And it felt so indescribably amazing. You felt like you were on top of the world. On top of the universe even; you felt so good and full of white hot pleasure that you would burst if you didn't start to give some of it back. So thats what you did.

With your left hand buried in Eren's hair, your right was free to give some release to the trembling blonde boy hovering over your chest who was groaning at this point. You snaked your hand in between your bodies and down his torso until you felt him, rock fucking hard, beneath your palm.

As your hand made contact with the head of his cock he gasped, shock reverberating through his whole body. This was such a strong reaction from the smallest of touches. Seeing hearing and feeling how badly he needed you had you visibly smiling.

You began to sloppily jerk him off, and he was a blubbering mess, completely unable to do anything other than fuck himself sloppily into your hand.

Eren seemed to take notice of the blonde's reaction, quickening his tongues pace. You felt the tip of his middle finger dip into you shallowly, teasing for a moment, before going deeper. Once his knuckles were flush with your hips, he began tapping the sensitive place on your upper walls. White hot pleasure flooded your veins. This was so much better than when you did it yourself- he could reach deeper than you could, and was hitting the spot so perfectly that you knew you wouldn't last for more than a minute like this.

Everything became too much- the color in the room increased in saturation, the cacophony of sound around you- from the two boys, Eren's AC, and the street outside- became a symphony. The heat in your core climbed and climbed until it reached its peak.

You cried out in ecstasy as you came, with Eren groaning into the space between your thighs in response the sweet sound of your moans, and Armin letting some whines out as well.

You felt Armin tense up and come as well from the increased stimulation from your shifting around.

Fat tears rolled down your cheeks and your legs and torso spasmed as you rode out the high- with the help of Eren, who never faltered. As the waves of pleasure began to grow less intense and further apart, Eren dipped his head up to look at your face. He looked so pretty like that, with messy hair and his mouth and nose covered in your release.

He laughed, surprised at your tear ridden cheeks. "So you're a crier huh? Or was it just that good?"

"I don't usually cry," you lament, out of breath.

Eren smiled to himself at your indirect compliment.

You turned your head to look at Armin, who had slumped down onto your shoulder.

"Was that good, Armin?" You lightly patted the top of his head.

"M-hm." He nodded lightly.

Eren sat back onto his calves, which revealed his still rock hard cock pulling the fabric of his boxers taut.

"We gotta do something about that, huh?" You quipped.

"We don't have to, its okay-" he began.

"I want to." You gazed at him through your eyelashes.

"She's right, Eren." Armin piped in. "Let us help you."

You and Armin shared a knowing glance, before sitting up.

"This is going to be a long night isn't it." Eren muttered darkly.

"Yes it is." You said as you climbed onto his lap, with Armin close behind you to watch.

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Note: Okay this was a little rushed towards the end, but it was getting way too long for one part, so I guess this is part one of the Eren x Armin x Reader Friday night fun one shot!!

Also the use of Arm as a nickname for Armin is so unserious but I thought it was hilarious.

Anywaysss hope u like!

[intoanotherworld23]

Pedro Pascal

Updated 5/12/24

One shots:

Worth The Risk: You have to try and stay quiet for Joel even when your life is on the line

Supposed To Be Like This : The only rule was to never catch any feelings for one another, but both of you break that rule

Blissful Therapy Session : This is a session with your therapist that you will never forget

The Best Lesson : Javier Pena is your teacher and you quickly become his favorite student

Let’s Go For A Ride : Javier loves the way you look in your dress, and his car is the perfect place to show you just how much

Fighting Fire With Fire : Wanting to give them a taste of their own medicine you have the bright idea to ignore Javier and Steve all day, but it ends with you getting punished

Stairway To Heaven : There’s a reason stairs are better for you, and Javier proves exactly why

Having Dessert First : Ellie comes knocking on the door, but Joel currently has you on top of a desk, and he doesn’t plan on stopping

Magic Cock Ride : Stumbling across an abandoned car you and Joel decide to have a little fun in it

Wrapped Around My Throat : Joel wants to try some new things in the bedroom with you, and he unlocks the wild animal tearing at the cage

Better Things To Do : Joel was supposed to go hunting with Tommy that day, but he found something much better to do instead

It’s About Time : With a little push from Ellie in the hot summer day, Joel finally decides to go after what he wants

Working Me Over : All work and no play makes Joel a very dull boy, and does he really want to play with you in his office

Things We’ve Missed : There’s a lot of things you and Joel miss the taste of, and something Joel misses the taste of is between your legs

Proving Them Wrong : Javier is told something that really upsets him, and so he decides to prove this person wrong by using their desk with you on top of it

At His Mercy : Joel decides to teach you a hard lesson when he overhears a conversation between you and his brother

Favorite Movie : Joel Millers away and you find your favorite movie to watch

Glad I Came : Reluctantly you decide to go to this party you are invited to where you meet the infamous Joel Miller, and the two of you hit things off really well, and he ends up taking you back to his place

Dirty Little Secret : Joel Miller owns his own company and is your boss and you’re his personal assistant. He’s the most incredibly handsome man you’ve ever met but unfortunately he’s married. Then one night he unexpectedly comes knocking on your door

Play Time For Us : Joel wants to spice things up and try something new with you in the bedroom, and the two of you have an opportunity to play around

Ridin Dirty : Joel had decided to take you for the ride of your life, but the only thing is the two of you don’t even leave the parking lot

Tied Up At The Moment : Joel has got you all tied up at the moment, and he’s got you right where he wants you

If The Closets Bumpin : Joel thought it would be a good idea to sneak you off into a closet at some boutique

Guard My Body : Joel is hired by your father to be your personal body guard, and he plans on doing more than just guarding your body

Hungry Hungry Joel : Joel is incredibly hungry and the only thing he wants to devour is you, and you look absolutely delicious

Do Not Disturb : Joel can’t keep his hands off of you even in a dressing room, and doesn’t like to be disturbed

Good And Bad : You just want to be a good girl for Joel, but you can’t help but wanting to be bad at the same time

Caught And Taught : Joel catches you touching yourself while watching porn, and he decides that he’ll play along too

Peaches And Cream : Joel loves the taste of you, and you love being his favorite dessert

Turn On The Red Lights : you get to own Joel for the night, but he owns you in the bedroom

Wanna Feel The Heat : your fathers always told you if you play with fire you’ll get burned, and with Joel you didn’t listen

Slow And Steady Wins : Joel loves to take his time and enjoy all of you until you’re begging for more

Worth A Thousand Words : you want to see what Joel’s point of view looks like, and he takes some pictures for you

Running With The Devil : you never thought you’d ever spend a night with the king of hell himself

Hold Me Down : Joel has got you in his favorite place, cuffed to his bed

Light My Skin On Fire : you absolutely loved when Joel would put his hands on you

Series:

Deep Water : Drowning your sorrows in another bar since the mysterious murder of your family, your luck seems to run out that night when you witness a horrific murder done by the most ruthless mob in the city known as The Frontiers

The Escort : Pedro Pascal is one of the worlds most famous actors, and he’s going on tour to promote his new movie, but he’s got a bit of a bad boy reputation, and to make sure he stays out of trouble that’s when you are hired

His Behind The Camera : It’s a life that you never thought you’d have, but you’re desperate and you need the money. That’s how you get into the adult film industry, and your first movie is with the devastatingly handsome Joel Miller

[capricornrisingsstuff]

So because I love @oneforthemunny and their summer writing game/cuntry boy summer era, I thought I would do another 👙 prompt…but this time with modern!eddie 🖤

Private Dancer (modern!eddie x fem reader)

Summary: reader has bought a new swimsuit and desperately needs modern!eddie’s opinion on it 🥰

Contains: mentions of stripping (reader is a dancer at a club in this au), smut, mentions of pregnancy/breeding, fem!reader, mentions of female anatomy, p in v sex MINORS DNI

As your car trundled up to Eddie’s trailer, you smirked to yourself as you eyed the bag of swimwear on the passenger seat. You’d only had the intention of buying some new everyday underwear pieces, but the new boutique in town caught your eye; so you convinced yourself you needed a couple of new sets for your job at the strip club on the outskirts of Hawkins. You worked there on Fridays and Saturdays, plus any special holidays as the tips were killer and the job was fun; it worked perfectly around your class schedule at the community college.

Swinging the paper bag in your hand as you entered Eddie’s trailer you were met with the sound of heavy metal, the sound of home to you. You eased open Eddie’s bedroom door and the sight before you made your thighs clench. He was shirtless, sitting on the bed with his guitar in his lap, a cigarette hanging from his lips as his curls cascaded down his shoulders. You coughed to get his attention as his eyes were shut in concentration due to a particularly tricky riff he was working on. His head snapped up when he heard you, flashing you a loved up grin “sweetheart! You’re back early, did you find anything” he asked as his eyes shot to the bag.

“I did” you replied as you set the bag on the bed, “and I thought I could give you a show…some new stage outfits for work”. Eddie’s eyes flicked over you as you stepped out of your high waisted shorts and pulled your tank top over your head; you were so happy you’d decided to forgo a bra. “Princess, you know you don’t need stage outfits with a body like that”, he drooled, running his hands up and down your hips while you stood inbetween his legs. You leaned down and kissed him deeply, his hands cupping your tits as you leaned down. “Let me give you a free show baby”, you whispered as you delved into the bag and pulled out a black leather bikini set-matching silver chain dangling from the waistband of the bikini bottoms. Eddie’s eyes were the size of saucers as you squeeze your ample sized tits into the small material.

Your clear heeled pleaser shoes from the corner of Eddie’s room completed the look as you straddled Eddie’s lap “Alexa, play Rainbow in the Dark by Dio” you shouted to the Alexa player in Eddie’s room; which elicited a groan from him. The opening metal guitars made you swirl your hips around Eddie’s crotch-you grabbed both of his thighs, parted them and sank down inbetween his legs. He leaned back on his elbows as you reached up and closed his mouth-his jaw had been hanging open the whole time at the sight of his dream girl dancing to Dio in pleaser heels. You crawled backwards, rolled onto your back and threw your legs in the air, parting them then crossing them at the ankle as you ran your hands down your leather clad tits. Arching your back, you sat up and lunged forward towards the ground, ass wiggling as you brought your body up and propped yourself on your elbows, legs outstretched and using your heels to balance as you shook the meat of your thighs.

Suddenly, you felt a hand in your hair. “If you don’t get back up here right now I’ll leave pretty red palm shaped marks on that ass of yours” Eddie growled. He was hard and he needed you. As you stood up, he kicked off his jeans and boxers and pulled you towards him, hooking his fingers in the waistband of the leather bottoms. “These off, heels left on” he whispered as you kicked off the bottoms with your heels; your exposed cunt within licking distance of Eddie’s tongue. “Usually I would taste those sweet juices of yours but…I need to fuck you into next week” he moaned as you sank down on his already hard, leaking tip.

As you started to bounce, his dick hitting you deliciously in places you didn’t even know existed, Eddie whimpered in your ear “gonna let me come in you princess? Gonna let me get my little slutty pole dancer pregnant?” your cunt clenched around him at his words, “oh she likes that does she? Wearing your little stage outfits with your swollen tits, would you let me fuck you in them? Holding your belly up while you ride me in your little leather s-set” you watched between hooded eyes as his eyes rolled back at the thought of you pregnant with his child and his hands on your swollen belly. “Shit princess I wouldn’t be able to stop sucking on your tits” he moaned as you pushed your tits closer for him to kitten lick your nipples. “Eddie”, you were out of breath but needed that release, needed to come “please Eddie” you whined as his grip on your hips tightened. Eyes darker than you’d seen them, he pressed his forehead against yours and whispered “come for me mamas”; you let out the most guttural moan as you came, harder than ever, pushed over the edge by Eddie’s new found breeding kink.

“So…you’re going to let me call you daddy now then?” You asked, Eddie’s cock still inside you in that post orgasm glow. “Sweetheart you can call me anything as long as I can fuck you like that every-time you go shopping. Take my card next time too…daddy wants to treat ya”.

[slickchickchocolatier]

Heethans reaction to Y/N wearing a revealing swimsuit to a pool party they both got invited to??

Warnings: smut...unprotected smut. some jealousy, not proofread. but nothing too extreme really....but still good ;)

Pool Party

“you ready pretty baby?”

“yup, I’m good.”

taking you gently by the hands softly smiles as you latch yourself onto his arm. taking the bag filled with towels and extra light clothing, you both head out to attend a massive pool party hosted by Jake’s fraternity home.

The event was set later in the afternoon, in order for the festivities to carry on towards the evening, transitioning into an all night pool party. Casting on a loose summer dress over your swimsuit, Heeseung didn't get the chance to see you in the new swimwear you purchased with H/n when the four of you all went to the shopping outlet. When the boys waited outside the boutique, you and H/n partook a moment or two to dip inside and take a look at the collection. Sure enough, Heeseung migrated inside and stood by the entrance, keep an eye on you so ast o make sure no one approached you, yet he never took a clear look at the swimsuit you spotted on the hanger. Quickly making over to the line, you purchased the two piece and made your way over to meet him at the exit.

"I"m done babe."

"oh did you get something?" he asked in an intrigued, but soft manner. It was filled with adoration as he pitched his tone a bit higher than usual, and wrapped his arm around your waist while placing a soft kiss on the top of your head.

"yeah i did." you chuckled out.

Arriving back to his room, you immediately stuffed the set into your drawers, ensuring that he didn'e see while settling into his desk. Now, with the pool party date amongst you, you finally have the chance to show off the stunning piece. You bought it with him in mind, and you certainly hoped that he would like it....little did you know, many others would find themselves liking it just as much as he did....

"hey guys! you made it! pick a spot to set your stuff down, you can get undressed anywhere you want, and just let me or h/n know what you want to drink." Jake greeted as he walks you both over to a spot he reserved nearby the pool. "the pool house is for you guys in case you want to stay the night, there's a small guest bedroom and a couch, along with some amenities like a Keurig and a tv. I made sure to reserve it for you guys."

With a wink, Jake leads the both of you inside the small guest house, where you and Heeseung settled in and placed your belongings down.

"Oh this is nice." you mentioned.

"Yeah. What do you want to drink baby?" Heeseung quietly asks as he sets down your bags. Dawning an large tee with a pair of swim trunks, he lifts the shirt off his body as he stretches out his abdominal muscles before gently tossing it over the arm of the couch. Seeing him in his ultimate glory, shirtless and his glistening muscles kissed by the tender rays of the sun, while wearing the black swim shorts had you swooning. His long, shaggy hair parted off to the side as he dipped his hands into the running water from the small kitchenette faucet, and combed his fingers to roughly style it and expose his forehead. How devastatingly handsome he looked.

"Hmm?" he smirked as he hummed over to you while raising a brown just ever so slightly.

"Oh no nothing." you laughed.

"You're staring..." he smirks out as he displays a slight bit of teeth while tilting his head back. Crossing his arms, he stands still waiting for an explanation as he teases you with just a simple look.....that look. The same look that he gives when he's ready and wanting, and you're willing and submitting.

"I am not." you sighed back out as you gave him a defying look.

"Yes you are."

"No I am not."

The moment you turned your face away to dig into your bag for some lotion, he closed the distance and wrapped his arms around your waist. Nibbling on your ear, he whispers...

"Yes...you are....and don't worry....I'll do something about that when we get home." with a quick and snappy kiss to your cheek, he begins to exit the guest house. "I'll be back, i'll grab you some water and juice, meanwhile you can get undressed and we'll go for a dip in the pool." with his back facing you and his side profiling speaking in your direction, he winks as he steps out. You chuckled as you rubbed the lavender scent lotion into your palms.

Looking down, you started to feel nervous the moment you untied the front lace tie of your dress.

Untying the strings, you gently pull them outward, loosening the bow knot as the front flaps that cover your breasts detaches, becoming undone and exposing the top piece of your bikini. Slipping the dress further down, you smoothed the material down as it rings around your waist, then onto your hips, until it finally surpasses your knees and reaches your ankles. Swapping out your shoes for the light pair of sandals, you grabbed onto a towel and wrapped it around your body. All of a sudden, your confidence went out the window as you found yourself too shy to expose the swimsuit before all these people, much less Heeseung.

"Here you go pretty baby." He enters, handing you a bottled water and some fruit punch.

"Oh thank you." you gently gestured as took the two bottles, and received the kiss he leaned in to give you.

"You okay?" he asks as he rubs your arms together, raising a brow upon noting the towel you had wrapped around your body.

"Yeah i'm fine just not...used to being around this many people while wearing a swimsuit." you honestly opened up.

Seeing how transparent you were, he gives off a slight smile. "You don't have to uncover yourself, if you want to wear your dress or my shirt, or stay wrapped up in the towel, you can." he speaks against your forehead, hugging you and rubbing your back to reassure your level of comfort. When it came to others, Heeseung had no problems in keeping you covered and out of sight, with him alone....it was different.

"But at some point...I am going to see what you've got hiding underneath that towel." he winks out.

Chuckling, he takes you by the hand and leads you out to a pair of lounge chairs. The sun was nicely setting, and you figured the darker it gets, the better you may feel about exposing your swimsuit, considering the night air would help mask your body. Yet fate would have other plans in store for you....

"Hey y/n!" h/n yells out, waving over to you as she makes her way towards you and Heeseung.

Waving back, you were completely unaware of the two girls behind. They were the same age as you, but that didnt' stop them from partaking into the festivities and enjoying the free alcoholic beverages that were offered to all the party goers. When one of the girls found herself slipping over the edge of the pool, she reached out and grabbed for whatever it was her hand could get a hold of.....which was the towel you had on.

Watching the whole thing go down, Heeseung's eyes grew wide as he shoots an arm and grabs hold of your arm to pull you in, keeping you from being pulled into the water as he watches the flimsy girl fall flat face into the surface of the water, with your towel in her hand.

The moment he had you pinned to him, he was more focused on your well being as he asked you, "Are you okay?" before slowly noting the two piece you had on. With the commotion of the splash and the scream of the two girls, everyone's attention had been caught on and eyes had transitioned from the drunken girl in the shallow water, to you.....where it remained.

As you peeled back to look around, noting the girl swimming back to the latter in the most clumsy manner, you suddenly started to notice just how everyone was looking at you with ultimate fascination....to include the man who stood closest to you. Wanting to see more, he pushes you back as he grabs a firm hold of your arms.

"Heese-" Your words were cut off the moment you saw that his eyes were wide, and his brows were raised high as his fingers dug into the flesh of your arms and his sight moved up....and down, taking in full sight of your body. He was so enamored and breathless from the view, he didn't even care that others were seeing you...at least not for that moment. Throughout the commotion, you felt your hair slipping down from the loose bun you had it up on, quickly, you reach up to catch it and to find the broken hair clip that was slightly tangled into your strands. Reaching up was just the initial reaction you had upon feeling your hair coming undone, but for everyone else around you...to include Heeseung, it was something that was considered a view that could only be seen once in a lifetime this close...and this personal.

"Oh...did my hair clip break?" you earnestly asked as you lowered your head and fished out the broken piece. You were still in shock but also completely caught off guard, you didn't know just how to react.

"Um.....I'm going to go and get another hair clip from my bag....." you quietly mentioned to Heeseung, who was still eyeing you up and down before he finally sets his wide eye'd gaze on your face, biting his bottom lip.

Suddenly you felt his grasp shift you over as he begins to drag you towards the guesthouse. Pausing slightly, he pulls you in front, where he pushes you in the rest of the way as he sides eye the crowd and flares off a wide death stare. Immediately, everyone coughed up their reactions as they stopped themselves from swooning.

........

"Oh shit, look away."

"Fuck.....y/n....hot ass bitch."

"Hey man, turn your face around....Ethan's giving that look...you dont want that."

"Oh my God....did you fucking see her? Fucking blessed....."

"Just one more look and I'll turn away for good."

"Fuck man....Ethan is still looking this way."

"Just.....lets all stop, you dont want that man to come over here."

.........

"Hey is everyone okay? Lets get back to the party yeah?" Jake speaks out, getting the attention towards him as he notes Heeseung's glare. Nodding over to him, Jake winks over to his best friend as he accumulates and distracts everyone, allowing Heeseung to peacefully push you inside the guest house. "We've got beer bong in the front yard, and a live band inside, whose down to go?" Jake asks, hyping up the large crowd as everyone exits the pool area and makes their way over to the frat house. Within minutes, the entire pool was emptied and cleared.

Waiting inside the guest house, you thought for sure that Heeseung was upset for your choice of swimwear, yet he merely kept looking out the window as he watched everyone leave. When the last person had walked passed the hedged fence line, neatly trimmed into box shaped bushes that outlined the entire pool, he reaches back with his hand without facing you. Taking it, he gently grabs hold and leads you back outside the guesthouse, where he walks over to the pool.

"Wanna go for a swim?" he quietly asks. Exposing his side profile, he merely eyes you with a soft smirk forming on his lips.

"Uh yeah...i'd like that."

Nodding, he walks down the smooth steps in the shallow end of the pool, leading you down with him. The moment the water came up to his waist, he turns around and pulls you in by the waist, where your hands rest on his shoulders and your legs wrap around him. Cradling you against his tall and strong form, he looks up as he carries you with added height to your frame while he lifts you against him. Looking up and placing his lips gently on your jawline, he quietly speaks against your skin as your face remained slightly turned away out of embarrassment.

"Is this new?" He asks as he tugs on your bottom piece by the waist band.

"Yes....." you answered rather innocently and nodded while eyeing off to the side, almost looking shameful, as if you had prepared for a scolding.

"Is this why you were feeling shy earlier?" his tone was soft and rather gentle....nearly sympathetic.

"Mmhmm....." you nodded once more.

"Who did you buy it for...hmm?" he asks, speaking into your skin as he digs his face into the side of your cheek.

"....For you......I wanted to wear it for you.....but I didnt think there was going to be this many people today..." you mumbled out.

"Aww.....is that right?" kissing your cheek, his finger loops under the waist band and traces downward towards the bikini line. "I like it....." he deeply whispers as his tongue circles motions on your jawline, down to your chin and up towards the corner of your mouth.

"...You do?" you asked earnestly. You were shocked, you knew he would have liked it, but thought that he would have been too mad to admit it knowing that you had just exposed what he claims as "his" in front of a large crowd.

"I do......" he deeply speaks, licking your cheek up and down. Reaching up, your wet hands softly combs through his hair to reinitiate the side parting. The wet drops drip down his smooth face as the ends of your strands stick to your frame, curling under the massive exposure of the undercarriage of your breasts that peeked out from your swim top.

Gulping down a hard swallow, he looks at you with a deep sense of adoration, admiration, and love. Smirking out a dashing, closed mouthed smile, his eyes shift from side to side as he studies your face. Leaning in, he kisses you passionately as the finger that traced its way into your bikini line pushes your bikini aside, exposing your core to the smoothness of the water. Your fingers dig into his bare shoulders as you breathe in from the kiss, knowing what was about to come.

Shifting out his member, he migrates the both of you towards the shallow end where he stands tall and emerges his frame, along with your waist and pelvis out of the water. Pumping his dick a few times, wet and covered in fresh droplets, he begins to enter. Gasping out as you felt the slight bit of friction, he juts himself fully inside until he's all in. Once nestled inside you, he migrates back into the deeper end, where the water meets his waistline. Pressing you against the edge, he places a grip over the ledge where your back laid nicely against the back of his palm and his forearm, so that your spine wasn't hitting the hard edge of concrete and pool tile. With his free hand wrapped around your rear, he slowly pulls and pushes your body, while admitting slow and small thrusts of his own. The gravity of the water made it easier for him to levitate your frame with just one arm, while also adding more depth in his thrusts as he adds more momentum than usual. The waves of the water begin to roughen up as they all surround you and splash against your frames.

Tilting your head back as your wrap your arms around his neck, you gasp out his name. "Ugh! Heeseung!...oh-oh babe!"

"Shhhh.....that's my girl......" Shoving his tongue in your mouth, he shushes you by kissing your deeply. With the voices of the crowd heard from the house, you knew that while out of sight, they were still in relatively close distance to the point that if you had moaned and screamed to your hearts content, the way you wanted to right now, they would have heard you. Forcing yourself to remain quiet, was the hardest thing to accomplish as you felt yourself being fucked deeply in mid water by the man who never fails to bring you to your knees.

Faster and faster, he picks up the pace, causing a whirlpool of tumbling rolls and aquatic waves to dance among you. Adding a lift to his motions, his arm would raise your hips each time he thrusted back in. Sitting you upright, he takes his hand and removes it from the edge of the pool and pulls up your top that barely kept the underside of your breasts contained. Shifting it up, he frees your breasts and harshly sucks on them as he continues to thrust, growling as he twirls his tongue all over your areola.

"Ugh! He-Heeseung!" you moaned out repeatedly, biting onto your knuckles as you feel your body jolting up and down from his wrath, being fucked relentlessly as you try to hold your screams in. The pleasure was too much, and you felt the knot in your gut about to snap as your body pulsates up and outward as you take in each thrust from his quivering and throbbing member. The tempo, the rhythm, and the pace was all steady...it didn't make any sense. It was both fast and slow, both deep and shallow, and rough yet soft. Like all the times when Heeseung fucked you, everything lost factual value as you found yourself on cloud nine and away from reality. Being fucked by him, was like living in a world that was non-existent, and the feeling in your body was unlike anything you could ever imagine....it was something you didn't know had existed until the very first time he took you and made you his.

Fucking into you, in....and out.....in.....and out.....his tempo increases, and he bites his lip as he smirks out a growl as he snarls against your throat. With your body popping up in a harsh rhythm, your throat rubs against his lips as your body absorbs the flow of each hit as the tip of his shaft repeatedly taps your soft spot as it slides in and out. Faster and faster, your body starts to bounce rigorously as the water grows chaotic and splashes everywhere. Your breasts move up and down at a high volume as he watches with great pleasure that greatly riles him up even more....causing him to add more ferocity into his manner in fucking you.

Before you knew it, you lost all control and never minded if people could hear you, because the moment he had you bouncing at high speed and depth, you began to yell out your moans. Of course it would help that the music had more than likely blocked out the echoes of your gasping sounds of pleasure, yet still, you knew just how loud this man could get you.....and he did it so well...he fucked you so well...he fucked you so good....too good....the way this man had you bouncing up and down his cock, the way he could easily tap that soft spot, and breach up further, splitting walls and making new paths into your flesh....the way he rolled his tip inside and the curve of his shaft rubbed the edge of your skin in your entry, causing a rumbling sense of pleasure that equated to the sense of heavy vibration....oh the way this man could fuck you endlessly....it was like....like......

"Oh my God!! I'm gonna cum! Heeseung!"

Grabbing hold, you bury your face into the nook of his neck as you screamed into his Adam's Apple and felt the hot gush flow through you.

"Thats it....take it baby." he whispers as he juts out minor groans whie he releases inside at the same. In the manner of how good he made you felt, it was just the same for him. The way your hot fluids coated his dick as he buries it deep inside, causing him to cum as your walls tap and squeeze his throbbing cock as you cum was just pure heaven to him. With your walls pulsating and quenching his tip further in, he steadies you as your body jolts uncontrollably upon reaching orgasm.

"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!" popping your hips and rolling your waist, your body jerks in seizure motions that you couldn't control, causing you to gasp out moans of pleasure. Grabbing onto your waist, while his other hand caresses your cheek, he steadies you still as he emits a couple of "shhh...." against your lips.

"There we go....theeeeere we gooooo...yeah.....just like that.....good girl....goooooood girl." he calms you as your moans die down to soft whimpers and he forces your body still from the raving jerks as he sits you down to the hilt of his hip, burying his dick deep inside you.

Feeling the sensation of your hips rolling down and slowing to a standstill...he finally gets your body to a calm and tranquil state. Kissing you, he takes your limp body and holds you close while keeping his member buried deep inside your walls. Carrying you, he submerges your bodies in the water where it reaches both your chests. Kissing your neck and reaching up to your lips, he keeps you close as you both relish the sensation of the warm water enveloping your bodies.

Figuring you needed to rest from the vicious orgasm you just experienced, there wouldn't be any harm in keep you in the water with him.....of course, there was also the guesthouse that needed christening....much less the pool.....maybe the party wasn't as crowded as you thought.....

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