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angel-of-the-moons · 1 year ago

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Chocolates vs Aliens Pt. 2

Symbrock x Pregnant!Reader

TW/CW: NSFW, SMUT, PiV sex, unprotected sex, fluff, pregnancy, childbirth, anxiety, mentioned somnophilia (consented), lactation kink(?), oral sex (f! receiving)

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Every day passed meant it was another day your baby girl grew, another kick, another day closer to being able to hold her in your arms and see her tiny face.

Of course, Eddie and Venom were excited, too. You guys moved fast, but everything came in stride, as if you were together for years. Despite the strange circumstances surrounding the three of you, you were content. Eddie and Venom treated the baby as if they fathered it, and you couldn't be happier. Even if you and Venom were in a constant battle for dominance when it came to chocolate. (Spoiler: you almost always won.)

You especially loved it when Venom cradled your belly. He did it at every available opportunity he could snag. Eddie meanwhile took care of a few more mundane things, splitting with Venom the duties of helping your changing body as your due date closed in on you.

Eddie would massage your feet and swollen ankles, while Venom's inky body would surround your midsection, taking the weight of the baby up off your hips, easing the strain on your back...

But your favorite day so far has to be today.

Because right now, you were currently watching Eddie and Venom snap at each other as they struggled to assemble the crib you ordered online.

No written directions were included, merely pictures of most of the crib already assembled; and the two already had to take it apart three times to start over.

"No, that part goes to that part and that one goes there!" Eddie snapped as the symbiote held a screwdriver and a piece of the railing in a long inky tendril.

Venom growled deeply, "WE ARE NEVER BUYING ANYTHING FROM IKEA EVER AGAIN!"

"No the fuck we are not." Eddie huffed. "We're better off buying furniture at a goddamn yard sale!"

You giggled from where you rocked on your reclining chair, your belly heavy and rounded out; effectively making you look like you swallowed a melon whole.

Eddie and Venom snap their heads to pout at you.

"What're you laughing at?" Eddie asked.

"Yeah, we'd like to see you try to put something like this together!" Venom snorted.

"Nah, I already have my hands full putting together something waaaay more intricate." You snort back, looking through the cozy baby clothes you'd bought yesterday.

New Years was approaching, and you knew full well you would be due around then, and your poor tiny baby would be absolutely freezing! So you took the preemptive and bought little newborn winter clothes for your girl, including a cute little fluffy teddy onesie with a hood that had cute little ears on it.

"Oh, yeah?" Venom asked, narrowing his eyes skeptically.

"Yep." You pat your tummy, and the skin shifts as a tiny foot kicks from within.

"...Okay yeah fair point." Eddie chuckled, shaking his head.

"Yeahhh, mommy wins again!" You grin, patting your belly once more, earning yet another eager kick as you imagine it to be a high-five.

"What, are you keeping score now?" Eddie sighs, pointing the screwdriver at you.

"Damn right I am." You grin. "Mommy points for the win!"

"And how many points do we have?" Venom inquired, tilting his head.

"Not enough to beat meeeee~"

Both of them snorted and shook their heads, before turning back to the task of assembling the frustrating crib that would soon, very soon, cradle your newborn daughter.

If Eddie or Venom ever put her down, that is.

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Christmas came and went in what felt like the blink of an eye. Your little celebration was small, and you even invited Mrs Chen over to join in on your festivities.

Which mostly consisted of pizza, a sandwich board, and chicken wings, plus a few homemade goodies that Ms Chen brought with her. Not the best meal idea, but it was a party, and damn those wings were good.

You and Venom even gifted Sonny and Cher a nice little seed treat you baked for them as a Christmas present for being "such good birdies".

Baking for chickens, now that was a first. But hearing their happy little clucks as Venom petted them and talked baby to them was absolutely adorable and worth the trouble. As were the large eggs afterwards!

Your mood swings had petered out about two or three months ago (you weren't sure, but Eddie insisted when you didn't break into tears watching a documentary about penguins) and unfortunately, well...

There are other symptoms of a pregnancy that you really thought you could stave off. You tried, you really did, but Venom having such heightened senses and being able to pick up on your scent and hormones? Oh, yeah. You were screwed.

Literally. In several different ways. You'd only had sex once or twice in a previous relationship, and with how disappointing that was, you definitely preferred to handle your urges yourself.

Where your ex-partner previously failed, Venom and Eddie were overachievers.

Taking great care with your belly and baby, they did whatever they could to ensure you were comfortable before making you so strung out your brain could barely form a coherent thought. Between Venom's tongue and Eddie's hands, you were a whimpering, trembling mess when the two would take you to bed.

Venom was especially ravenous in his sexual appetite. After learning more about sex and the pleasure it brought since bonding with Eddie... Where his host was a meal, you were a full-course desert that he would lose himself in.

Some nights, when he would climb through your window, he would immediately seek you out, drawn in by the lingering adrenaline from the hunt and the smell of you.

When you weren't moving about your apartment, Venom could find you in bed, sleeping fitfully. That was when he would crawl up under the blankets and find his way between your legs, not letting up until you woke up a panting mess.

Yeah, definitely the best way to be woken up, in your opinion. There were worse ways. Waaaay worse. Especially because your pregnancy-libido certainly wasn't complaining, the rush of endorphins afterwards would help outweigh the growing anxiety as the days passed.

Every day meant you were closer to your due date. Every day meant you were closer to experiencing possibly the worst pain you will ever feel in your life.

And there was the chance something could go wrong, that your baby could get stuck, or the umbilical cord could wrap around her, or she could be in a breech position...

You feel Eddie's hands gently encircle you, lazily draped over your shoulders as you sat in the shower chair, the warm water pattering over you two. It was New Year's Eve, and you two decided a calm, relaxing shower was a nice way to unwind before you poked your head out of your window to watch the fireworks people would inevitably launch to usher in the new year.

"Hey, sweets." He said to you softly, his thumbs brushing your collarbone softly. "We can feel your pulse jumping like crazy. You okay?"

"Huh? Oh, yeah, I just..." You sigh.

"Liar." Eddie chuckled, bringing his large hands to your shoulders to press his thumbs into your weak spots, making you shiver and drag out a soft noise from you.

"C'mon." He urged gently as he massaged you, sending delightful shivers down your back and to your toes and all the way back up again.

"You can tell us, sweets. You thinking about the delivery again?"

You deflate a little, the bliss of his skilled hands drifting away from your grasp as the weight of your baby's birth came back to your mind.

"...Yeah. I'm just... I'm so, so worried, Eddie." You say, feeling your lip begin to wobble.

"I've read so many horrible things online of how it could go wrong, and..."

Venom's head suddenly slinks around you until his strange body is stretched so he could look you in the eyes.

"But there's also good things." He rumbled. "You might have a quick birth, not having to go through it for hours or even days..."

"And hey, you might even be one of those ladies who sneezes and pop! The baby's out!" Eddie added in, making Venom groan.

You can help but chuckle at how absurd it sounded, and you knew Venom was inwardly cringing at such a naive suggestion.

"I doubt I'll be that lucky." You sigh, a smile finally gracing your soft lips.

"Hey! You never know!"

"Idiot." Venom huffed.

"Shithead." Eddie smirked.

You feel your anxieties settle a bit, at least for now.

Your hands trail over your belly, over the thin purple lines crossing your skin, your fingers gently caressing the rising and falling bumps as your baby shifted and rolled around inside your womb.

"...Willow." Venom suddenly said.

You and Eddie blinked and stared at him, brows raised and eyes large, a long silence filling the shower as the water ran over you.

"What?" You ask him.

"For a name. You're gonna be due any day now." He purred, leaning his face closer to your belly.

"Still haven't settled on one."

"Where did you hear that name, Vee?" Eddie asked, shock evident in his tone.

"In some TV show I flicked through when you two were asleep. I like it." He replied simply, pressing his muzzle to your belly, feeling the tiny feet and hands thrash out from within.

"Okay, as far as names go that's... actually a good one." Eddie murmured.

"...Willow." You repeat softly.

It was a beautiful name. And honestly... You liked it. You had yet to pick a name for yourself, indecision being your worst enemy your entire life made the process that much harder.

Picking a name was one of your fears, too. You wanted your daughter to have a wonderful one; one she could carry with pride, and the pressure you placed on yourself to pick the perfect one was what screwed you up on that.

But this name, the one Venom suggested felt... right.

"Yeah." You smile once again. "Yeah. Her name can be Willow."

Venom grinned a shark-like grin and nuzzled his face into your belly like a happy affectionate cat, purring like one, too.

"Well, I'm glad that's a weight off of you." Eddie chuckled, resuming his earlier massage into your shoulders, earning another blissful sigh from you.

Yeah... Things will work out. After all, as long as you had these two with you, you felt like you could handle anything.

You relaxed and leaned into Eddie's touch, a little whimper escaping you as his thumbs knead into a knot in your shoulders.

Venom grinned up at you, and you knew fell the glint in his eyes meant you were in trouble.

And you knew that Eddie had the same smirk.

"No point in hiding it, sweet thing." Venom growled lowly, his tongue laving out to taste the skin on your hip, tracing the stretch marks etched into your skin.

"We know what gets you going." Eddie said quietly, leaning in to whisper in your ear.

You shivered when Venom's tongue slithered lower, past the swell of your midsection and down to your twitching clit.

"It's n-not my fault..." You whined, your voice cut off by a breathy moan as you felt Venom's tongue squirm past your entrance and into your tight, gummy walls.

"Of course not." Eddie hummed, massaging your shoulders as you arched your spine as little as you could; Venom's inky body slinked around you, enveloping you and keeping you from slipping off the shower chair in the process while he proceeded to eat you out with voracious hunger.

Eddie hissed suddenly, his fingers halting in their ministrations to squeeze you softly.

"Eddie, what--" You panted.

But that's when you felt it. The water was getting cold.

"Maybe we should move this to the bed, hm?" Venom cackled.

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"Eddie, fuck..." You whimpered fingers gripping tight into your bedsheets as Eddie rutted his nose against your clit, his lips and tongue dancing through your soaked folds as his hands pawed at your hips, bringing you down closer every time you squirmed away.

As Eddie devoured you, part of Venom's mass was completely surrounding his cock, sucking and stroking in time with his tongue as it pushed and pulled against your weeping cunt.

It was too much, and not enough at the same time. As much as you wanted more, you also wanted to push him away because the sensations were beginning to become too much for you to handle.

Your eyes were rolled back into your head as you felt that blissful feeling begin roll into a roaring crescendo, threatening to overtake you and make your heart patter out of your lungs.

God, you wished your belly wasn't in the way so you could see what he looked like between your legs. One day, soon.

Or, well... At least once you were fully recovered after the birth. Which would probably be a while.

You were so lost in Eddie's mouth working you over that you didn't notice Venom leering at you, saliva dripping around his fangs as his eyes narrowed to barely-there slits, focused intently on your heaving breasts; both long since swollen and sensitive as your milk came in.

You certainly didn't notice the small beads of hazy white liquid beading up and threatening to roll down the soft mounds of flesh as your orgasm approached.

"Oh, fuck--" You gasped, weakly rolling your hips to meet Eddie's eager mouth.

For a split second, you hear Venom snarl softly, before all of a sudden his mouth was on you, latching onto your pebbled nipple, his tongue rolling and squeezing your breast to get out every drop of that sweet liquid he could.

"Fuck." Eddie groaned, pulling back to breathe heavily.

Venom made sure Eddie could taste your milk as he drank from you readily, the flavor coating his tongue and flooding his taste buds to combine with the sweet taste of your nectar that coated his face and chin.

It was an intoxicating combination.

Eddie's eyes rolled a bit as he dove back in, aggressively sucking and nipping at your clit, gently prodding your entrance with his fingers as Venom proceeded to try and drain your breasts of all their milk.

All at once, the combined feelings had your mind blacking out, every muscle tensing as you came; your teeth snagging your bottom lip between them and you made a loud moan, barely able to string their names out of your mouth as they helped you ride out your orgasm.

Eddie pulls his mouth away from you and rises to his knees while Venom pulls himself free (albeit reluctantly) of your breast, licking the stray rivulets of milk that had begun to run down the sides of your tits.

"So sweet, love." He purred, licking his chops. "But we need more."

Venom's head merged back into Eddie's body, his inky mass slinking down his arms until it was comfortably arching your hips and back off the bed while Eddie rutted his sensitive cock against your sensitive cunt, still fluttering and clenching around nothing as the remnants of your orgasm waned.

But every lazy stroke of his hips sent little bolts of lightning arcing through your nerves, stretching out the little aftershocks just a bit farther as he carefully slid his cock into your hungry cunt.

"Fucking tight." Eddie hissed through clenched teeth, his eyes pinching shut.

"Not gonna last long, sweets." He rasped.

Between Venom working his cock over and edging him while he ate you out, and how your silky wet heat enveloped him so wonderfully tight, he could already feel himself getting lost in your body.

"Eddie, please..." You keened, your fingers going to grip at his wrists, your nails digging into his skin with each plunge of his cock into your needy hole.

He was careful with you, trying not to jostle you (and the baby) too much as he fucked you.

You felt the pressure build up low in your belly once more, squeezing down and sending another tight feeling down your spine as you became hyper-aware of every vein in his cock as he glided in and out of your hole.

"Almost, baby, almost..." Eddie breathed, wriggling one of his wrists free so he could brace it in the pillow by your head to give himself a bit of leverage as he rocked his hips into yours.

He could feel his orgasm climbing fast; sweat dripping down his brow as your delicate hands slid over his shoulders. The way you bit your lip and locked eyes with him only drove him further into no man's land.

"Fuck." He moaned weakly, his pace stuttering and dragging out as he felt the first volley of cum shoot out of his sensitive tip.

He had enough control to pull out, rutting his hips over your belly as the rest of his cum shot over your swollen belly and twitching pussy, his cock once more rutting against you as he came hard.

Your teeth grit and your nails dug in as Eddie buried his face in the crook of your neck, panting hard into your damp skin as you feel a sensation you were almost familiar with burst low, a fresh burst of wetness gushing from you are the pressure on your lower spine builds and tingles.

"Oh, fuck." You swallow. "Eddie."

"Yeah?" He asks, pulling back to look down at you with an almost cocky smile on his face.

"I think my water broke."

He and Venom both immediately began to panic.

"WHAT?!"

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The scrambling to get to the hospital moved by you in a blur. One minute Eddie was hastily dressing you in one of your sundresses, slippers, and a pair of panties, the next you were carried like some sort of fairytale princess down to the car park.

Good luck getting an ambulance out to your place tonight...

Eddie and Venom bickered the whole time to your car, your hospital bag prepped and slung over Eddie's shoulder as he guided you down to your car.

They sat you in the passenger seat and helped you buckle in as the first set of contractions ripple through you. As the pain flashed, you couldn't help but be reminded by your earlier concerns.

You read that some women felt pain for days, or hours before their water broke. Why were you only feeling it now? Was that a bad thing? Was something wrong?

Fuck, you knew it would hurt, but... you weren't prepared for the sudden sharp stabbing. You expected it to start as a throb and build from there, not immediately start out like someone was hacking away at your lower half.

When you arrived at the hospital, Eddie had actually slipped and busted his ass on the freshly mopped floor in his haste to fetch you a wheelchair.

You would have laughed, if you hadn't been gripping the safety handle in the car, screaming as another sharp jolt stabbed through you.

A few nurses even chased him out, harping about how he could have a concussion from falling, but quieted when they saw what had him in such a frantic rush.

Your baby girl was coming, whether you were ready or not.

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It had been close to four hours, and you were almost ready to deliver; nearly fully dilated, as your obstetrician cheerfully announced, a smile so cheerful and calm you almost kicked her in the face.

She was less impressed with Eddie, however, as she pulled him out of the delivery room to talk.

"We'll be right back, luv." She assured you sweetly.

"Uh... Is--is everything okay? You were saying they were okay, and--" He blurted out nervously.

"No, no, she's fine." She assured him, pushing her glasses up her nose once more.

"Then what..."

"I couldn't help but notice how hesitant she was to tell me how she went into labor. But I have to know, did she fall? Injure her belly in any way?" She questions.

"No! No, god no." Eddie said, waving his hands and shaking his head. "Nothing like that!"

She crossed her arms and tapped her finger on her bicep, a thick brow quirking upwards on her freckled brow.

"...Were the two of you having sex?"

Fuck.

Shit.

Fuck fuck fuck.

FUCK.

"Uh... I, er..." Eddie put a hand on his hip and scratched the back of his head, casting a look into the room where you were read-faced and sweaty while the nurses wiped your face with a towel while your hands gripped the handles in the birthing chair you were seated in.

He blew a puff of air out of his cheeks.

God, he wanted to crawl into a hole and die. The embarrassment of the situation was too much for him, having this teeny tiny Irish woman stare him down.

"I'm not judging you." She says flatly, not letting him escape her microscopic gaze. "But I have to tell you that there is a reason we tell pregnant patients to avoid penetrative sex, or excessive sex this late into their third trimester. It can make them go into labor."

She clicked her tongue and sighed. "You're lucky that she was so close to her due date that the baby isn't in any real danger. But it was still reckless. Regardless if she consented or not, this sort of thing can be dangerous, you hear me?"

Eddie wilted, feeling very much like a puppy who got caught wee'ing on the carpet, shame and mortification filling every inch of his body. Even Venom felt this way, cringing internally at the truths the doctor spat at them as she gave her lecture.

Her rant was cut short when you made a sharp yelp, jerking and clutching at your belly and one of the nurses came rushing to the doorway.

"Doctor O'Halloran, she's ready. We can already feel the baby's head. Looks like this baby wants out now!" She said, absolutely calm and no concern in her voice. If anything, she sounded excited!

Eddie meanwhile was frantic as O'Halloran clicked her tongue again, checking her watch with an almost bored glance. "Huh. Look't that. Well! Let's get this baby out of her! Adjust the chair so she's a bit more comfortable."

She grinned at Eddie, "Well? C'mon, Papa! You better be in here to see your baby girl!"

He felt his heart surge and flop in his chest when she said that. It was finally settling in.

Papa.

Their baby. Their baby girl.

Eddie had scrambled to behind the chair, leaning forward to wrap his arms around you.

He was glad he had Venom to strengthen his body, because god, could he swear you had suddenly gained incredible super strength as you began to push, crying and screaming as your lungs were squeezed of air, the pain so blinding you had actually fainted for a few seconds, all while not losing your inhumanly tight grip on his hand.

You had shouted more obscenities than Eddie and Venom had ever heard you swear, in between crying and apologizing for saying them and fainting like a messed up cycle.

Doctor O'Halloran assured Eddie this was normal rather calmly as you came to yet again, just to cry and scream again as your body struggled to push the baby free of your birth canal.

The smell of blood immediately had Venom wanting to surge forth, despite knowing there was nothing he could do for you currently except support you from inside of Eddie as you endured the most painful struggle of your life and he bore witness to something he'd never seen with his own eyes.

The bringing of a life into the world.

It hurt the both of them, to see you hurting so badly as you strained to bring Willow out for the world to see. Thankfully, as Venom had hoped earlier in the night, your birth was going quickly.

Not painlessly, of course, oh no. Definitely not painless.

"The moment we get home, I'm bonding with her. I know I can do it." Venom whined within Eddie as you sobbed in pain. "I want to fix her. I don't want her to hurt anymore after this."

Eddie silently agreed, hoping you would consent to melding with the symbiote to heal the damages your body was going through to birth your baby.

They just wished that you didn't have--

All at once, your body went slack and your eyes shut, but before the boys could panic any further, a tiny, ear-piercing wail filled the room.

"A girl! A nice set of lungs on her!" O'Halloran laughed as she scooped up and handed the newborn off to the nurse. She knew that Eddie (and Venom of course) were too preoccupied between staring in awe at the squirming purple body the nurse held to focus on cutting the cord.

All they could think about was her.

She was here. In front of them. Finally.

Those tiny feet that kicked out at them all this time, the little head they could feel shift around in your belly...

The nurses adjusted the chair enough to allow you to lean back, and Eddie covered your face in kisses, waking you up again with a mad grin.

And, heaven fucking bless you; amazing, gorgeous, powerful you, you smiled back. A tired, watery smile as you cried in victory.

Giving birth and being birthed was the closest thing that someone could come to dying and still come out of it. Many were not so lucky, but they were glad you were among the majority that emerged from this bloody struggle with a smile on your face and mirth in your bloodshot eyes.

The nurses wiped your baby down a bit before pulling your gown down to place her squirming, hiccuping body onto your bare chest.

Your hands weakly went to cradle her warm body, kissing the top of her head where a patch of fuzzy hair was.

"Hey, sweetheart." You sniffled, whispering against the wet fuzz.

You could barely get words out as emotions surged out of you all at once, overwhelming your body and mind as you cradled your precious child.

Almost immediately as your voice washed over her, it was as if the angry baby instantly calmed. It was like your soft, happy sobs were a soothing balm to her squirming body.

Neither could tell who moved it first, but Eddie's hand went to cover yours, Willow looking positively teeny beneath his large hand, watching in awe as her tiny, fat little fingers clawed and groped at your chest.

The sounds of loud booms from outside filled your ears, making her jump and wail once more as you coo'd and murmured to your baby.

"Hey, Eddie?" You sniffled, looking up at him.

"Y... Yeah?" Eddie asked, his throat tight as tears began to build at the corners of his eyes.

You tipped your head and kissed his jaw, weak and tired.

"Happy new year."

You were only faintly aware of the nurses cheering; both the healthy baby you birthed and in celebration of the new year ahead of you.

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They kept you at the hospital for another two days after you gave birth. After passing the placenta and remaining viscera of the birth, your body felt like literal tons of strain had been lifted from you.

And of course you, at the same time, felt like you had been tackled unprotected by a professional linebacker.

So, of course as soon as Venom offered to ease your comfort and repair the damage you agreed. It would certainly save on the recovery time. Sure, it would be hard to explain during your next checkup, but you'd cross that bridge when you got to it.

Ms Chen had gone to the hospital, as she was practically the closest thing either of you had to a mother and she wanted to see the baby. She carried an armload of supplies with her, too. Including some kinda balm that frankly stunk of something akin to menthol, but whatever it did, it certainly eased the pain on your poor nethers.

And of course, she gave a shit-eating grin when you named her honorary grandma.

Even Eddie's ex, Anne, came with her fiancee to congratulate him and coo over the adorable little bundle he so proudly cradled in his strong arms.

He certainly had nurses swooning, but you knew their eyes were only for you. Especially after he cried some more when you wanted his name on her birth certificate.

Right now, you watched as Willow suckled on her cute pink pacifier that Anne had slipped down to the gift shop to buy while they were at the hospital.

She was dressed in a soft two-piece to ensure the remnants of the umbilical cord weren't too aggravated, her cute little face pinched as she grunted in her sleep, exhausted from feeding and content as you carefully swaddled her.

Eddie came up behind you as Venom's head emerged from his body, all three of you looking down as your newborn dreamt whatever dreams babies had. Probably about her next feeding time.

"She's so fucking cute." Eddie sighed dreamily.

"I know! And she's so chunky." You giggle. "I had a real meatball of a baby. No wonder I was so big."

"Nah, you're beautiful." Eddie chuckled, kissing the skin of your shoulder that had been exposed by your oversized T-shirt. One of his, for sure, but he didn't mind.

Venom purred in a near-silent content, before turning to look at Eddie with a shark-like grin, sending a thought telepathically for only him to hear.

The thought made Eddie choke and start to laugh as he buried his face in the crook of your neck.

"What? What's so funny, you ginormous dorks?" You snicker.

"Ah. Eh..." Eddie said, grinning widely. "...Vee says he calls dibs on the next one."

"Next one..?" You say, your brows furrowing.

"Yeah... the next one. He wants to be the one to knock you up next time."

"Oh, my god!" You gasped, spinning around to slap at Eddie's shoulder while he and Venom laughed. "You two are horrible! Have mercy on my poor body!"

Venom leaned in, nuzzling the pulse in your neck.

"We didn't hear a no..."

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deliciousangelfestival · 5 months ago

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Another Ending - 1 | Bucky Barnes

Character: ex!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Summary: It was supposed to be a short week watching over your niece, who loves romance books. She thought you were just a normal aunt, but it turns out you have secrets.

Tags: Spies, action, threat, offense, fight scene, violence, romance.

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The weight of the assassin's body presses down on you, pinning you to the ground as his sword hovers dangerously close to your throat. Every muscle in your arms strains as you hold your gun up, barely keeping the blade away from your neck.

The cold metal of the sword gleams under the dim light, a stark reminder of how close you are to death. His eyes, hidden behind the mask, are unreadable, but you can feel the murderous intent radiating from him.

Sweat drips down your forehead, mixing with the dirt and blood on your face as you grit your teeth. With every ounce of strength, you manage to growl, "You're dead to me."

For a split second, you see it—hesitation. The assassin’s grip falters, his focus wavering. That’s all you need. With a desperate shove, you push him off, the sword sliding away from your neck as you scramble to your feet. Your heart pounds in your chest as adrenaline takes over, and you start running, not daring to look back.

The echoes of your past, the regrets, and the pain are left behind as you sprint away. You know that you’ve bought yourself only a few precious seconds, but at this moment, it’s enough. You leave the assassin behind, along with everything that once bound you.

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The lodge is warm and inviting, nestled comfortably by the edge of a tranquil lake. Large windows allow sunlight to pour in, casting a golden glow across the rustic wooden floors. The living room is cozy, with a soft, earth-toned sofa positioned near a stone fireplace. You push the sofa slightly, adjusting its angle to better face the window, where the view of the lake creates a peaceful backdrop.

As you finish, the sound of the doorbell rings through the house. You straighten up, smoothing a hand over your clothes before heading to the door. When you open it, a smile crosses your face.

Standing there is Lori Grant, your niece. She’s dressed in a green shirt and black pants, her short hair with bangs framing her face beneath thick glasses. A pink backpack is slung over one shoulder, and she’s dragging a suitcase that looks far too big for her small frame.

“Hello, Aunty,” Lori greets you, her voice bright with excitement.

“Where’s your mom?” you ask, glancing past her.

“She just left,” Lori replies, stepping inside and immediately struggling with the weight of her suitcase. She lets out a frustrated “Ugh” as it catches on the doorstep.

You can’t help but chuckle softly. “Let me help you with that.” Gripping the handle, you lift the suitcase easily, though you wonder why a 13-year-old needs so much luggage.

As you bring the suitcase inside, you ask, “Are you hungry? I bought some tofu for you.” Your older sister’s voice echoes in your mind, reminding you of the strict health-conscious diet she keeps Lori on. She’s made a name for herself online with her healthy recipes, and now she’s on a book tour promoting her new cookbook.

Lori looks up at you, her eyes filled with a mix of relief and hope. “Aunty, I’m so excited to be here. I can finally get away from the food my mom makes.”

You laugh, a warm, understanding sound. “Oh, thank goodness. How about fried chicken or lasagna?”

Lori’s face lights up, her hands clasping together as if in prayer. “Why not both?” Her eyes shimmer with anticipation, almost teary at the thought of indulging in something she’s missed.

“Yes!” you reply with a grin, already planning the feast.

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The two of you cook together, filling the kitchen with the mouthwatering aroma of fried chicken and lasagna. The sizzle of the food and the warmth of the stove creates a cozy atmosphere, and before long, you’re both sitting at the table, enjoying the meal.

Lori, barely looking up from her book, eats with a hearty appetite, tearing into the fried chicken and savoring the lasagna.

You glance at her, amused by how engrossed she is in her book. It’s refreshing to see someone her age so absorbed in reading rather than staring at a screen. She’s been glued to that book ever since she arrived.

“Is it a good book?” you ask, taking a sip of your water.

“Yes. The best,” she replies without lifting her eyes from the pages.

You smile and ask, “What’s the book about?”

At that, Lori snaps the novel shut and looks at you with excitement blazing in her eyes, as if she’s been waiting for this moment. “Oh, Aunty, this is the best book! It’s full of adrenaline, mystery, and romance.”

You raise your eyebrows and nod slowly, recognizing the same spark in her that your older sister often has. “Let me guess, a royal romance?”

Lori shakes her head enthusiastically. “No. It’s set in modern day. It’s an enemies-to-lovers story where both are spies from different sides. They have to decide between love and their duty.”

You nod again, your expression thoughtful. “That’s impossible in the real world.”

Lori huffs, rolling her eyes playfully. “That’s why it’s fantasy, Aunty. Geez, you sound just like my mom.” She returns to her book, burying herself in the story again.

You chuckle softly, setting your glass down as you gather your plate and stand up. “Well, usually betrayal happens in those stories.”

Lori looks up, her eyes wide with enthusiasm. “That’s right! There’s a part where the male character betrays the female character.”

Your hand slips, the plate clattering into the sink, but thankfully it doesn’t break.

“Aunty, are you okay?” Lori asks, concern in her voice.

“I’m fine. My hand just slipped,” you say, brushing it off with a smile.

Lori gets up, carrying her plate to the sink. “I’m already done. I’ll help you with the dishes.”

“Thank you,” you reply, appreciating her help.

As you both wash the dishes, you ask her about life at school. Lori tells you all about her friends, her classes, and the things that make her happy.

“Do you have a crush at school?” you ask, a teasing note in your voice.

Lori hesitates, a slight blush coloring her cheeks. “Well… there is one boy. His hair and smile remind me of the male character from the spy book.”

You nearly drop the spatula but manage to catch it just in time. What’s gotten into you today?

“What about you, Aunty?” Lori asks, her tone curious.

“Me?” you respond, a bit caught off guard.

“While living in this lodge, have you ever met a farmer with a six-pack, a cute café owner, or a cool police officer?” Lori asks, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

You gasp, her question catching you by surprise. “Your mom mentioned you’ve become quite the chatterbox.”

“Aunty, your life is a dream. You have it all—except a boyfriend,” Lori says matter-of-factly. She doesn’t fully understand what you do for a living, but she knows from her mom and grandparents that you’ve traveled the world and are now enjoying the fruits of your hard work.

You place your hands on your hips, eyeing her with a mock sternness. “How long have you been staying with Grandma?”

“Three weeks,” Lori answers, wiping a plate dry with a clean cloth.

“That explains it,” you say with a chuckle, ruffling her hair playfully. Your mother has a habit of prying into your love life, and you’ve overheard her sighing over the phone, saying, ‘I’m afraid she’ll die single.’

“But seriously, Aunty, why are you still single?” Lori asks, her eyes wide with innocent curiosity.

You look at her, a sigh escaping your lips. “When you’re older, you’ll understand that life is complicated. There’s no guarantee of a happy ending.”

“Seems like you don’t believe in romance anymore,” she says, her voice soft but probing.

��Lori…” you begin, but her words strike a chord in you. Kids have a way of getting straight to your feelings. You head to the living room, trying to shake off the conversation and turn on the TV. With a sigh, you throw yourself onto the couch.

Lori follows you, still determined to rekindle your belief in romance. But then, something catches her eye. “Aunty, what’s on the second floor?”

“Just a storage room. Full of dust and spiders,” you reply, waving a hand dismissively.

“Can I go up there?” she asks, her enthusiasm barely contained.

“Go ahead,” you say, smiling at her eagerness.

As soon as the words leave your mouth, you hear her running feet thudding up the stairs. You shake your head, chuckling to yourself. What happened to the little girl who was afraid of spiders? Maybe the influence of that action-packed novel, the fantasy world, pulled her in.

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Lori’s eyes lit up with excitement as she explored the second floor, her steps quickening with each new discovery. It felt like a treasure hunt to her, the dusty corners and forgotten items fueling her curiosity.

She opened old boxes, sifted through forgotten knick-knacks, and rummaged through piles of clutter. Her heart raced with the thrill of the search, every creak of the floorboards adding to the sense of adventure.

Then, tucked away near the Christmas decorations, she spotted a plain, unassuming box. It didn’t look like much, but something about it caught her attention. With a soft gasp of anticipation, she opened it and found an old, bulky laptop inside. The device was covered in dust, its once sleek surface now dull and scratched.

“Wow,” Lori whispered, her eyes widening in awe. She lifted the laptop carefully and opened it, running her fingers over the keys. “Clicky, clicky. Love this keyboard,” she said, delighting in the tactile response of the keys beneath her fingers.

Unable to contain her excitement, Lori ran downstairs to find you, clutching the laptop in her arms like a prized possession. “Aunty, look what I found! This is so old, and I love the sound it makes!”

You glanced up and your eyes widened in surprise. “Where did you get that?” you asked, a mix of surprise and concern in your voice.

“Near the Christmas decorations. Can I turn it on?” she asked, her eyes shining with eagerness.

You shook your head, a hint of hesitation creeping into your tone. “It’s been a long time since I turned it on,” you admitted, memories flickering at the edge of your mind. You had pretended the laptop didn’t exist for so long that it had slipped from your thoughts entirely.

“I’ll throw it away,” you said, reaching out to take the laptop from her.

But Lori quickly pulled it back, guarding the laptop protectively. “Even if it’s broken, I could use this for throwback videos,” she argued, her determination evident.

You sighed, seeing the pleading look in her eyes. “Fine. You can have it,” you relented.

“Thank you!” Lori beamed, her smile so bright that any irritation you felt melted away. She hugged the laptop close and dashed off to the guest room, eager to play with her new toy.

Inside her room, Lori’s excitement was palpable. She carefully plugged the charger into the old laptop and pressed the power button, holding her breath in anticipation. But the screen remained dark, the laptop unresponsive.

Her enthusiasm waned slightly, but she didn’t give up. Determined, she searched online for ways to fix old laptops, flipping the device upside down to look for a serial number or brand name. But the markings were too faded to read.

Her hope began to crumble as she realized the laptop might never work again. With a sigh, she set it aside and opened her suitcase, revealing stacks of novels inside. This was the real reason she had wanted to stay with you—to immerse herself in her books without anyone bothering her.

As the night wore on, the clock crept closer to 10 p.m. You yawned, feeling the weight of the day settle in, and turned off the TV. Before heading to bed, you decided to check on Lori. When you peeked into her room, you found her already fast asleep, curled up with a new book clutched in her hands.

You smiled softly, understanding now what was in her suitcase. With a gentle chuckle, you carefully adjusted her sleeping posture and tucked her in, whispering, “Good night.”

As you left, you saw the old black laptop still plugged in, silently charging in the corner. It had been nearly seven years since you last thought about it. You shook your head, a mix of relief and resignation washing over you. It was better if that thing stayed dead, buried in the past where it belonged.

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The next morning, Lori woke up feeling cozy under the blankets. She glanced around, realizing she must have fallen asleep while reading her book again. The comforting silence in the room was a welcome change from the usual yelling of her mother.

This is why staying with you was such a great idea. She turned her attention to the old laptop, remembering she had left it charging all night.

With renewed hope, she quickly jumped out of bed and moved to the laptop. She pressed the power button, but the screen remained stubbornly black. Disappointment settled over her like a heavy fog.

Then, she heard it—the faint hum of the laptop’s fan. Her eyes widened, and a gasp escaped her lips. She clapped her hands together in excitement. “Yes!”

Just then, you called from the kitchen, your voice carrying cheerfully through the house. “Lori! You’ve woken up? I’ve made breakfast.”

“I’m not hungry yet,” Lori replied, her focus still on the laptop, waiting for the screen to light up.

“It’s bacon and eggs,” you added, a hint of a smile in your voice.

The mention of bacon and eggs immediately captured Lori’s attention. It had been ages since she’d had a breakfast like that. “I’m coming!” she called out, her voice filled with enthusiasm.

Without another thought, Lori dashed out of her room, leaving the old laptop to continue its quiet struggle to turn on. Her excitement for breakfast had completely overshadowed her frustration with the laptop, and she hurried to the kitchen, eager for the delicious meal you had prepared.

After breakfast, Lori returned to her room, and her excitement about the old laptop reignited. As she entered, she was stunned to see that the laptop had finally powered up completely.

Her eyes widened in disbelief as she stared at the outdated app icons, which looked dull and unappealing. Despite their lack of charm, something else caught her eye: the email application.

Curiosity piqued, Lori navigated to the email app and discovered a list of old emails. She wondered if the laptop could connect to Wi-Fi. To her delight, it could. She connected it and noticed a new notification. Her heart raced as she clicked on it, only to find a single new email dated five years ago.

“This is like something out of a novel,” Lori whispered to herself, her fingers trembling slightly as she opened the email.

Her gasp was audible when she realized it wasn’t spam or a work email—it was a love letter. She read the email with growing excitement:

Subject: An Apology and a Request

Hi,

I hope this message finds you well. I’ve been carrying a heavy heart and wanted to reach out, even though it’s been a while. I left the organization and have started a new life, but I’ve realized that it won’t feel complete without you.

I’m deeply sorry for everything that happened and for the pain I caused you. I know that I have no right to ask for anything, but if there’s any chance for us to meet and talk, I’d really like that. I’m not expecting anything, but I hope we can find some closure.

Yours,

B.B

Lori’s eyes sparkled with excitement. This was even better than the romance novels she had read. She couldn’t believe her aunt had an ex who had been missing her all this time and had finally reached out after five years.

Feeling a burst of inspiration, Lori unplugged the laptop and raced downstairs to find you. “Aunt! Look! Look! Someone sent you an apology letter!” she exclaimed, her voice filled with excitement.

You were busy preparing to head out to your bee farm, dressed in your suit. The sight of the old laptop suddenly turning on and Lori’s enthusiasm about the email caught you off guard. You knew exactly who had sent it, and it brought a wave of mixed emotions.

With a sigh, you closed the laptop, noticing Lori’s disappointed look. You knelt to her level, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. “Lori, sometimes it’s best to leave the past where it is.”

“But…” she started, her voice trailing off.

You stood up, adjusting your head protection for the farm. “Just enjoy your time here,” you said gently, then headed out of the house.

Lori sighed, her heart heavy with the sadness in your voice. She could sense the pain behind your words and felt that maybe this person was someone special to you. A sudden idea struck her, and she rushed back to her room, placed the old laptop on the table, and began typing a reply.

With her knowledge of romance novels, she crafted a short but heartfelt response:

Subject: Re: An Apology and a Request

Hi B.B,

Thank you for your message. It was a surprise to read your letter after all these years. I appreciate your honesty and the courage it took to reach out. I’m still processing everything, but I’m grateful for your apology.

Maybe one day we can talk, but for now, I hope you find the closure you’re seeking.

Take care,

Y/N

Satisfied with her words, Lori clicked “Send,” feeling accomplished. She hoped her reply would bring peace to her aunt and the sender.

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A few days passed, and Lori grew increasingly nervous. She kept checking the email, but no new notifications appeared, only that eerie computer-generated voice. You noticed her restlessness; she fidgeted with her fingers and paced around the room.

“What’s wrong? Feeling bored?” you asked, trying to lighten the mood. “We could go out for a while, get some fresh air.”

“Eww… no,” Lori replied, wrinkling her nose at the thought of the hot sun and heavy gear. She enjoyed the freedom of staying with you, but she wasn’t enthusiastic about adventures.

“I’d rather stay here, curled up with my book—” Lori was cut off by the familiar, unsettling notification sound.

You flinched at the sound too, a chill creeping down your spine. Lori quickly ran to the laptop, her heart racing with excitement as she saw the red dot notification. She opened the email and skimmed the reply: "I received your message. We need to meet. I’ll find you soon."

“Aunty, look! This person wants to see you. Isn’t it romantic?” Lori said, her excitement palpable.

Romantic my ass, you thought, feeling a cold shiver as you read the email. You abruptly shut the laptop and started packing Lori’s things. Your sudden, frantic movements startled her.

“Change your clothes. Wear something practical and put on running shoes,” you instructed, your voice taut with urgency.

Lori’s eyes widened with concern. “Why? What’s going on?”

“Forget the books. We have fifteen minutes, Lori. Now!” You dashed to your room, grabbing essentials with swift, practiced motions.

Lori, bewildered but obedient, quickly followed your orders. Fifteen minutes later, both of you were ready and in the car. You sped away, your face set in grim determination.

In the passenger seat, Lori clutched the seatbelt tightly, her voice trembling. “Aunt…”

“Lori, did you not hear me? Some things are better left in the past,” you said, your tone cold and firm.

She nodded slowly, her anxiety mounting. “But why?”

Before she could ask more, a deafening explosion rocked the car. “BOOM!” The blast made Lori flinch as she turned to see your house engulfed in flames. Her face pressed against the car window, eyes wide with shock.

“Oh my God. Is that your house?” Lori’s voice was barely a whisper.

You kept your gaze fixed on the road, your face pale and determined. “This is the reality of espionage. The hardest part is when someone tries to kill you.”

Lori gasped, realization dawning on her. “You’re a real spy!”

You didn’t answer, but the silence was deafening—a resounding confirmation.

“And the person who sent the email is another spy!” she exclaimed.

“Yeah. But unlike the novels, we’re not looking to fall in love. We’re trying to kill each other.” Your words sent a shiver down her spine, the gravity of the situation settling in with chilling clarity.

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At the gas station, you and Lori were picking up essential supplies. Your disguise—a dark hat, sunglasses, and a coat pulled tight—wasn't exactly subtle. But Lori's eyes sparkled with excitement.

“This is so cool!” she exclaimed, her voice brimming with admiration.

“It’s not,” you muttered, your voice strained as you tried to mask your growing unease. The thrill of the moment had been replaced by a harsh reality. “I’m taking you to your mom.”

Lori’s enthusiasm faltered as she noticed the tension in your body. “But Aunt… why are you running away if this person wants to see you?”

You sighed heavily. “Because—”

Your words trailed off as a shiver ran down your spine. You felt eyes on you and slowly turned to face the source of your unease. There he was, striding towards you with a purpose.

The man stood tall and lean, his dark hair tousled and his leather jacket catching the dim light of the gas station. His face was striking—handsome in a rugged, intense way. His presence radiated strength and determination.

“Bucky,” you whispered, your voice barely audible.

Bucky didn’t break stride or acknowledge you. His pace quickened, and your instincts kicked in. You reached for your gun, but before you could draw it, a loud BANG! shattered the tense silence.

“Kyaaa!!!” The sound of the gunshot set off a wave of screams from everyone inside the store, including Lori. The chaos erupted around you, but you and Bucky remained focused.

You threw yourself in front of Lori, protecting her with your body. Bucky did the same, his gaze locked on the threats.

“You—” you started, trying to catch your breath.

“We don’t have much time,” Bucky cut you off, his voice a low growl. He grabbed your arm, pulling you up, and snatched his own gun. Without another word, he started firing, taking out the shooters one by one.

You joined him in the fray, your movements sharp and efficient. Bullets flew and bodies hit the floor. Bucky’s sharp eyes and quick reflexes contrasted with your precise, practiced shots.

“Your aim’s getting rusty,” Bucky grunted as he took down another opponent.

“Shut up,” you retorted, focusing on the task at hand.

In no time, the immediate threat was neutralized. You both made a break for your car, adrenaline surging. Bucky took the driver’s seat, his expression grim and focused.

“Wait…” you began, but Bucky cut you off.

“Just put on your seatbelt first,” he said tersely, glancing at you with an intensity that brooked no argument.

You complied, snapping the seatbelt into place as Bucky threw the car into gear. The ride was tense, an awkward silence hanging between you and Bucky. Lori, however, was brimming with curiosity.

She tugged at Bucky’s leather jacket, causing him to glance at her. The way she looked at him, her eyes wide with awe, reminded you of how she had always romanticized the world.

“Are you the one who sent that email to my aunt?” Lori asked, her voice tinged with a mix of excitement and expectation.

Bucky’s eyes widened slightly, but he didn’t respond, turning his attention back to the road.

Lori turned to you, her eyes glowing with revelation. “I get it. Both of you were spies! But you couldn’t be together because of your jobs! A forbidden love! This is so romantic!”

"!!!!!"

Your jaw dropped, and Bucky’s expression shifted to one of utter disbelief. The two of you exchanged a stunned look, unsure whether to laugh or feel embarrassed by Lori’s innocent but surprisingly accurate guess.

The air in the car seemed to crackle with the weight of her words, as the reality of your intertwined past and present hung in the balance.

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how about teaching sex with minju as your caring and nurturing senior, where you are shy and awkward but minju sweetly encourages you. minju guides you to cum all over her tummy and abs, and then she teaches you to pleasure her and make her cum, and then she gives you the ultimate lesson: for you to cum inside her. then minju teaches you to admire all the cum you released on her body, and your juices leaking out of her

Careful Noona

Kim Minju

Tags: Raw, breeding. caring Minju Sunbae

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Sorry for the long wait. I have some existential crisis going when it comes to this blog)

You look down at your test paper and sigh.

Another low one

You studied hard for the test, trying to memorize every equation on the board. Been practicing all the problem sets. Yet on test day, you forgot everything. Everything the anger boils in you. Why can’t you get a higher grade? During the pandemic when everything is online, things are easier. Well since you can look at your notes during the test. Things were much simpler back then but now you have face-to-face class and you failed the test, failed it hard.

You shuffle your feet out the door. Your other classmates are busy talking inside about their passing scores. You are very jealous of them. But you put up your chin and say to yourself.

You’re going to do better…

Or at least that’s what you hope.

“How did you do?” Someone appears in front of you.

“Fine.. well actually I don’t want to talk about it?” You mumble.

It is your friend Minju. Well, kind of…You really met her since she was delayed. It isn’t because she failed a class. It is because she went on a leave of absence. From what she told you she did, she was very productive. She was in an internship for a sought-after company and maybe they are looking to hire her after when she graduates. But then you are just out there trying to survive college, hoping you’ll graduate one day.

“Jaesung-ah. Put that smile upside down. You can do better next time.”

“Well…” You show your score to Minju. Your heart is beating as you show her your test results.

“Oh…you really need to study. Wanna do some study sesh?”

“Well at this point. I’m willing to do anything.” You stand up and head out of the room. You turn back at Minju. “Noona, want some lunch?”

“Sure!” Minju replies excitedly.

You walk out of the college building. “What do you want?” Minju curiously asks.

“Chicken?”

“You thinking of what I’m thinking?”

“Well, you know where my favorite place is.”

“Come here. Let me buy you lunch.” Minju clings onto your arm and drags you with her.

She brings you to your favorite chicken place to cheer you up. Your favorite is spicy bbq and hers is snowy chicken.

“Which one are you going to get?” You ask Minju.

“Let me treat you. Let’s get the half-pack and share. You want kimchi rice or regular rice.”

“Regular is fine.” You mumble.

“Well suits you. I’m going to have the kimchi rice.” Minju almost shouts and turns around to the counter.

“Fine. If it’s okay with you. I’ll get the kimchi rice.”

“Anything to drink?”

“I’ll just stick with my water.” You pull out your jug.

“Okay. Just reserve a seat for us.”

You go up the stairs to the dining area. There are a lot of people. It is already rush hour what do you expect? You start to think you are going to get taken out. But then in the corner, there is a group of people about to leave. You quickly swoop over and steal the table before anyone else can.

You sit down and wait patiently for Minju and the food. Then you take out your phone to scroll thru Instagram. The first thing you notice is Minju’s photos. She is the first one on your feed. One thing you have noticed is that she is in her bikini. She may have been a bit conservative when it comes to what she wears to school but when she gets out and about she is wild. Her swimsuit leaves little to the imagination. She is such a cute and jolly girl when you meet her but when she is out parting she is a totally different person.

Down there agrees with what you see. The very skimpy clothes already make your cock harden. Even for a bit. It already makes you a bit horny. But that thought is interrupted as she is your friend even if you had a small crush on her. It isn’t much but you wouldn’t mind dating such a beauty like Minju.

“Ya!”

Your mind gets interrupted.

“Food’s here,” Minju announces to you. “I got our favorites half and half. Half spicy bbq and half snow chicken.”

“Thanks, Minju.”

“No problem. Just relax a bit. Forget about things. Okay?”

“Okay…it’s just my score—“

“Shush!”Minju places her finger on your lips. She grabs her chopsticks, pick-up one of the pieces of chicken, and stuffs it in your face.

“Food? Is good?”

You nod your head as you cannot say anything. Minju smiles as you affirm her. You make a thumbs up and smile as you can taste the deliciousness of the food.

Minju chuckles with your cheeks stuffed with food. She takes a bite of a piece with a scoop of rice.

You enjoy the food. It helps you forget about what happened a while ago. Finally what you like is blocking what was your old score.

You eat a bite of chicken with some rice. A perfect combination of simple food.

“Feeling better?” Minju asks.

“Yeah, I guess.” Then you blush.

“Wanna talk about it? Wait are you blushing?” She notices you.

“No. No. No! It’s just hot in here.”

Minju smirks. “Well if you want some help with studying then you can just hit me up.”

Your cheeks blush again, even harder this time. You put your hand on your hot cheek and smile. “Sure. Sure.”

Weeks later.

“Jaesung-ah. The test is next week. Wanna study together?” Minju taps your shoulder after class.

“Sure. I’m kind of more confident now. But anything would help.”

“Later at my place?”

“Oh? Are you sure? I don’t want to intrude.”

“Nah— my roommate isn’t going to be at home tonight. So it will just be the two of us.”

“No problems then.”

“Yippie. Anyway got to go. See ya tonight?” Minju starts to run away.

“Okay.” You wave at her.

Uhhhh dammit. She is so hot.

This is so wrong. I shouldn’t do this.

Is this my chance?

You quickly head home to change, wearing something nice, and put on some cologne. This is your chance to impress her. Well time to impress her with more than a friend.

But you are conflicted. All of a sudden you got this urge. You had a crush for a while but now you have this chance out of the blue. You never thought to yourself that you were going to Minju’s dorm alone.

You try to go up to her dorm with your school material, some books and your notes, and a couple of energy drinks to keep you awake. There is a keypad at the entrance. You press the button on Minju’s apartment.

“Who is it?” Minju’s voice comes out of the speaker.

“It’s me.”

As soon as you say that, the door opens. You step into the building and then ride the elevator to the tenth floor. Down the hall to the twenty-ninth room, you see Minju’s door. You knock on it. Outcomes Minju, she is wearing an oversized shirt all the way down to her upper thighs and you assume she is wearing very short shorts underneath.

“Jaesung-ah. Come in.” She leads you inside her one-bedroom apartment. “Leave your stuff on the table. We can get back to that later. Want something to eat first? I have some ramyeon.”

“Sure that sounds good.”

She quickly goes to her small kitchen and prepares the pots and water and boils the water first.

“How’s the trip was it tricky to find my place?”

“No. Not really.”

“Good.” She dunks the noodles in the water and is shortly followed by the seasoning packet. “Please feel free to sit wherever you want.”

You walk first around her apartment, checking it out then the view. Being up in a big building comes with a nice view then you go back to the dining room and sit at the table. Minju comes over with the pot and a couple of pieces of silverware. She sets it down and sits with you.

“So…” She looks at you for a second then prepares a bowl for you.

“Thanks.” You smile as you take your bowl from her.

She prepares a bowl for herself.

“Argh!” The ramyeon is hot. You burnt your tongue while at it. It is even spicier than what you are normally accustomed to.

Minju just sits there and laughs. After seeing you struggle for a bit, she gets up and prepares a glass of water. She hands it over to you.

You take a sip of the water to extinguish the heat that is in your mouth. It is both because it is hot in terms of temperature and taste. You haven’t gotten the heat tolerance that others have, But you still try to eat spicy food with others some have been more successful than others like Minju’s favorite fried chicken place. She always gets the spiciest flavor. She would always try to feed you some but you have to refuse since you do not want to burn your tongue for the millionth time when she asks you to eat some.

“You done with the noodles?” You ask Minju. “Don’t we have to you know?”

“Oh yeah. What subject do you want to study first?”

“Statics.”

“Okay, then where’s your book?” Minju asks you.

You take out the book and lay it next to the table.

“What topic are you struggling with right now?”

“Trusses really, both with method of joints and sections.”

Minju then dives into how to solve using both methods of joints and sections. She was able to give you the desperate help that you need. You may have been busy looking at Minju’s luscious thighs but when you do pay attention you still can get the topic, surprisingly.

You get dazing off by how Minju is your crush and you wisht that she is your girlfriend.

“Jaesung. Jaesung-ah.” Minju tries to snap you out of your trance.

You can get back to reality and look at Minju.

But she stands up and goes to the kitchen.

“Jaesung-ah, do you like me?”

“Noona, what do you mean?”

“I could tell you have a crush on me.”

“Me? Have a crush on you?!” You deny things.

She looks at you in doubt. The face that says she knows even that you are lying.

“Noona….I just….I—”

“Jaesung-ah.” Minju steps closer. One foot goes after the other. Her long legs touch yours. You stay still as Minju sits on your lap and wraps her arms around your neck. “Just tell me you like me.”

“Noona…I…I li—li—like yo…you.”

“Oh, my Jaesung. I like you too.” Minju leans in for a kiss. It touches your lips. The sweet taste of her plump and soft lips is exciting. Minju pulls back.

“Is this your first kiss?”

“Yes…”

“Then I’m happy I’m your first.”

You lean foreheads. “It would have been you.”

“So I’m assuming you haven’t done…it?”

“It? Oh, sex? Ummmm.”

Minju chuckles. “It isn’t something to be ashamed of. We all had our first time.” She touches your cheek with her hand. “You have a condom?”

“Condom? I don’t have a condom. Why would I have a condom?” You question her and yourself.

“Raw?” Minju thinks to herself then shrugs her shoulders. “Sure.” She goes back returning and kisses you. Her hand gets all over you. Your eyes roll back and your mind wanders off.

Minju’s touch is already getting you aroused. Her hand gets up your shirt. It also goes inside your pants. You are already half hard, now with her hand in your pants, pumping your length. You can feel some pre-cum already leaking.

“Come on Jaesung-ah. Let me make you feel good.” Minju whispers into your ear. The sound tickles your ear canals. She licks your ear lobes and gives a quick nibble. She then undresses you, freeing your cock from its cage.

Minju looks down and chuckles for a bit.

“Don’t laugh! Is it small?”

“No. No. It isn’t.” Minju observes it. She inspects it by stroking it gently, then gives a quick lick. Her hand fondles your balls. Her tongue swirls around your tip. Her eyes are fixated on it. She is memorized at your length.

Minju stands up from squatting on the floor near your crotch.

“Are we done?”

Minju nods a no and removes her oversized shirt. Out comes the perkiest pair of tits you have ever seen. They seem to be perfect. Each one is a handful and one that is suckable.

She gets back down on your crotch and starts sucking on your cock. Slowly and gently at first. Her tongue plays around, going around your shaft. Each taste bud is dragging around your cock. While this, her left hand is playing with your balls. A breath of air can be felt as she is down there at your nether regions.

Your eyes roll back as you can feel your cock being pleasured. You let out moans as you could feel your cock being played with. Your hand strokes her head as she strokes your cock with her right hand.

Then things intensify. Minju goes faster. Things went from slow to fast gently. Things become more and more pleasurable. You can hear the sound of gwak gwak on your cock. Minju takes as much cock as she wants. Your length is getting swallowed whole as she plays with you.

You look down at her. Her eyes look up to check if you are enjoying this and you are. When she sees you looking down she gets up again and grabs the hem of her short shorts.

She starts to remove them as she says. “You know as much as I like you I didn’t expect us to have sex on the first date.” Once her shorts and panties are gone, there you can see a bush on her crotch. “I didn’t shave as you can see.” She tosses her shorts aside and grabs your hand. “I hope that doesn’t change anything.

You nod no as she brings you to her bed. She jumps on the bed and reveals her pussy. “You know what to do?”

“I haven’t done this but I’ll try.”

You align your tip to her entrance. Your cock plays a bit by rubbing its bottom part with the lips. Then you go in. Minju shouts as you enter while you moan as you penetrate her. You have always masturbated on her picture but never have you expected you’ll actually be fucking her. You thrust in and out like a monster. You never experience such pleasure if your life.

You get in and out faster and faster. While this Minju pulls you closer to her and initials a kiss between the both of you. You thrust while her tongue enters your mouth.

You go back thrusting in and out. Thins go intense. The bed starts to shake. You can see that Minju’s breasts are jiggling.

Then suddenly, Minju turns you around. She is on top of you while you are at the bottom. She gives you a deep kiss before sitting up. She is on top of your cock. Then she goes forward, backward, and side to side. A gentle rolling motion. Her hands rest on your chest then her fingers start playing with your nipples.

This switch of pace catches you off guard. But at this rate, she is going to make you cum faster than you would think.

“Come on, Jaesong-ah. You wanna cum for me?”

“Yes, noona.”

“Then cum for me. Cum for me hard.” She goes down and whispers in your ear. “Where do you wanna cum?”

You ponder for a moment. “Where can I?”

“Anywhere you want.”

Your heartbeat rises. Your mind races around, pondering where is an acceptable place to cum. You would expect Minju to make you cum anywhere you want.

“I don’t know where.” You reply.

“You want me to choose.” Minju looks at you while she continues to ride you.

“Yes…” You worry.

She leans forward on your face. “Cum in my, Jaesung-ah. Okay? I’ll ride you until your cum, okay?”

You nod your head. Minju is now in control of the situation. She takes over. All of the motion is set by Minju.

She starts to move faster. Her body jumps up and down. She runs her pussy all over your length. Your cock starts to get lubricated by Minju’s juices. This allows her to move faster and faster. MInju starts to orgasm louder after each minute.

Her bedroom is starting to get filled with her loud moans. You start to groan as well. You breathe faster and faster as your wanted orgasm is getting closer.

Minju is pushing you closer and closer to the edge. Then you can feel it. Your stomach starts to tighten, your leg starts to feel weak.

“Noona! I’m going to cum.”

Minju’s eyes brighten. She runs faster and faster.

Then you shoot your cum. Ropes and ropes of cum run out of your cock. A surge of sticky white liquid exits your body. Minju slows down as you finish. But once she stops she gets off.

There you can see your semen leak out of her pussy.

“Don’t worry. I’m on the pill.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah. I won’t get pregnant.” Minju lays beside you.

“So you have been planning this?”

“Sure. Well if I would do anything like this it would be you.”

“What do you mean?”

“I like you Jaesung-ah. I told you that and it’s obvious that you like me. So, it’s perfect. Ain’t it?”

“I guess it is…”

Minju lays beside you and cuddles up against you. “But did you get my lesson with Statics?”

“Uhhhh…..”

“Aigoo, We’ll have to go thru that lesson again? I want you to pass.”

“Okay, I will. I will.”

“Nice. Goodnight Jaesung-ah.”

“Goodnight noona.”

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kedreeva · 6 months ago

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Hi! I went through your FAQ and didn't see a direct answer this this, but how do you go about actually obtaining a peafowl? How much do they usually cost per bird?

Up front, I can only speak to USA practices, so if you live elsewhere the answer may not be the same.

I'll answer the second part first since it's "easier," or maybe I should say, slightly more concrete, and the answer is: it depends on what you want, and how capable you are of caring for it. I have seen day old blues from backyard breeders go for as little as $15, but unless you really have a handle on what to expect and how to care for them, you will almost certainly be responsible for the death of a day old peachick and waste the money. I have watched an online auction for an ultramarine yearling go for $6,800, but that's because that was a newly imported color from Europe that no one else had. A green - a true, pure green, not an American green that's actually a high green blood hybrid - will run you $5-10k depending on where you import from or who you're buying from that's imported themselves and tracked lineage. An American green will still run you a couple thousand, but more like $2k than $6k. Your average adult blue will run $80-200, but I've watched blue hens go for $400 at auction. Color/pattern mutations will run $150-800 typically, for "common" colors, depending on their quality and whether they're a nice looking hybrid (blue + green species), but I've seen nice morphs go for $35 at auction. I say this because auctions can be great on some days and terrible on others and you would need to know average prices for the color and/or pattern you want, to know if you're getting a deal or getting hosed.

But regardless of a $15 chick or an $800 silver pied platinum Spalding, the expense on them actually comes mainly from the cage- the minimum (and I do mean minimum literally not pretty owners of YouTube outrageous claim of minimum), flight pen size is 500 square feet with no side shorter than 12 feet long (to accommodate trains and allow the birds past you without injuring themselves, and 8 feet tall to allow for a 5-6 perch the males can get on to clean their trains. Every bird must also have 150sq/ft, so 500 will hold 3, but not 4, you'd need 600 for 4. But with peafowl, bigger is better- the more space they have to move around (and thus away from you) the closer they are willing to come to you, because they feel like they can safely get away again. The minimum size is also not optional if you want to maintain healthy birds- they're extremely susceptible to parasites and bacteria often found in raw soil, and even to just... Getting dirt in their face and getting infected sinuses. Minimizing their ability to access dirt by growing in grass and cover crop plants like clover is the single greatest step you can take to protect their health. And this doesn't even include the coop, which is minimum 8x8x6 to protect them and their trains. With the price of lumber, wire, and netting, this will easily run you a few thousand, but it's by far the safest way to keep them, especially the hens, who otherwise tend to get eaten by predators when they set a nest while free ranging. It's also the only way to ensure they don't just leave, because they are game fowl like pheasants, not like chickens, and you can't just toss them in the yard and expect they'll stay. Occasionally they do, but largely they don't.

To answer your first question... It depends on where you live. Most USA states have livestock auctions and bird swap meets- your best bet to acquire local birds is to find those but how to find them... Well. You kind of just have to luck upon them or hope a web search turns them up, if they're even advertised online, on publicly accessible places. There are bigger breeders around the USA that will ship birds if you're looking for something specific you can't find locally, but you'll be looking at a $350+ shipping bill. You can join peafowl groups on Facebook and try to find locals, or contact the UPA (United peafowl association) to get a breeder directory but that's only people who have paid to be in the club, which honestly doesn't do much anymore. You can also, if you know of one breeder, ask if they know other breeders. A good breeder should at least be able to say 'if I don't have what you're looking for, you can try this other person/people.' alternately there's ebay and craigslist, although I wouldn't trust the former because you can only sell eggs, and peafowl hatching eggs are a big fucking waste of money, typically speaking. They're extremely finicky eggs to hatch and most people prefer to let broodies hatch when they can, because they don't hatch well in incubators.

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how do i save money as a college student? there are cafes at every corner luring me in with coffee and food. cooking in a dormitory kitchen can be stressful (there are other people there sometimes), i generally don't enjoy the process of cooking, and the ouroboros of dirtying and washing the dishes is exhausting. i've moved to making coffee at home (grinding the rocally loasted beans), but still sometimes buy takeout coffee during classes to lift my mood 'cause education is eating my soul alive.

i will likely not have the bestest of tips because 1) my living situation is different from yours and i can tell you not dealing with dormitory kitchen nightmares actually helps a lot 2) i'm gonna be saying stuff you will not like. but you might have to hear it regardless.

full disclaimer as far as "saving money": i have worked fulltime all summer and was living at my parents' at the time, who would legitimately look at me with horrified eyes if i implied i wanted to pay a rent in my own house. i also am currently working (part-time) and, due to my low income, i qualify for multiple types of government aid. a tip: if there is anything like that in your country just apply apply take em take em all. even if it ain't much just take it. i also live very close to some of the cheapest supermarket chains in my country, which might not be the case for you.

now here are tips, including things you won't like hearing:

you're just gonna have to be neutral towards cooking. you don't even have to like it. just be neutral. you're also gonna have to be neutral about doing the dishes. is it sisyphian in nature? yes. is it a normal part of being an adult? also yes. you're not always gonna have mommy to do your dishes for you. partners and friends are not dishwashing machines. in the same way you have to become neutral with being alone like in your life in general for your own peace of mind, you have to become neutral with cooking and cleaning.

plan your meals for the week and ONLY GO SHOPPING FOR WHAT YOU HAVE PLANNED. this video got me on that grind and this is how i'm handling food way better this year than i was the first time i was on my own. you might have to stock up on "essentials" (at least a cooking oil such as olive or canola, salt, pepper, some spices that you can fw with, depending on the cuisines you fw some soy sauce,...). if you go shopping without a set bunch of ideas, your food will go bad before you eat it. or you'll try to eat it by making shit up and you will be disappointed and it will put you off from cooking.

related to above: look up low-effort recipes. look up shit like "student meals" "one pot meal", "easy lunch", stuff of the sort. save them their dedicated youtube playlist. and then do them. do a one-pot recipe, eat in the pot, have leftovers, that you keep in the pot, cover it with film, put in fridge, and eat the rest, from the pot, another day. less cleaning up.

speaking of cleaning up: check out this video. it will not make washing dishes any more enjoyable like you won't yippiiii kick your feet in glee but it might at least make it suck a little less.

get on what my dad calls "cuisine de célibataire" or "bachelor's [maidenless] cooking". it's bullshit meals that you can whip out quickly. typically in my case it's recipes i found online that i lower the effort for even more. doesn't have to be cute doesn't have to be fancy it needs to be nourishing and good enough that you'll want to eat it.

also kinda sucks if you're a meat eater and goddamn i could go for a marinated chicken breast rn but lower your meat consumption if it's not already done. the world is so beautiful these days that you can find plenty of vegetarian or even vegan meals that don't suck. i really like pickup limes' recipes. her cherry tomato orzo recipe entered my regular rotation, sometimes i swap out the orzo for pasta, or the cherry tomatoes for normal tomatoes, or i make it soupy, whatever. make sure you still get protein because otherwise your brain and body will hate you like for real for real, but thankfully chickpeas and lentils can be very versatile & also tasty & pretty cheap.

leftovers. always do more than you think you'll need. if you want to cook for 2 meals, actually make a portion for 3.

now this is a part that just sucks. won't even lie to you. just sucks. to quote marx "The less you eat, drink, buy books, go to the theatre or to balls, or to the pub, and the less you think, love, theorize, sing, paint, fence, etc., the more you will be able to save and the greater will become your treasure which neither moth nor rust will corrupt—your capital. The less you are, the less you express your life, the more you have, the greater is your alienated life and the greater is the saving of your alienated being." the one way to save money in this world is to deprive yourself of stuff. means not buying clothes you would like but don't necessarily need. not getting little treats as often as you're used to. it just sucks. won't lie.

related to above and to little treat : make of the treat more a Reproducible Vibe than something you systematically buy. my little treat is a biweekly (as in one every fortnight) boba tea (the cheapest they have on the menu). but between these, i still must have a treat to keep myself from going nuts. this i do by making a tea of mine, from my stash that i would have regardless, and make it a little bit fancier. sweeter than i usually have it in the morning. and with a little cookie. i buy the pack of cookies regardless because i will snack on it over the span of the week/the two weeks it takes me to finish, but it is the combination of sweet tea + cookie dipped in the tea (very important) that constitute The Treat. The Treat for me can also be lying down in the middle of the day with my glasses off.

resist the temptation. even if it fucking sucks so so bad and i'm aware of it. but if you try to save money, you won't do it by spending it on stuff.

tried to word it in a way that doesn't make it sound kinda erotic and failed but basically the harder you resist the temptation the better it feels when you give in some days if not a week or weeks after the first desire crept upon you. makes it special 💋 or so help me god

on god it's gonna be okay in the end and if it's not okay it's not the end. AFFIRM!!!!!

#ring ring (answers)#anonymous #adulting with meiri. it sucks the whole way through #actually kind of a lie i was able to try making marinated eggs for the first time in my life #while living on my own and it was kinda so good so. the little things.#try marinated eggs btw food of the summer. i make the ones from ''drive me hungry'' website their ramen eggs.

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Home for Christmas

Synopsis: Christmas is everything he is not, and yet everything you care about.

Pairing: Namjoon/Reader

Smutty holiday fluff. Word count: 7,675

Author's note: After many years of reading, this is my first time posting Bangtan fic on Tumblr! I would appreciate any love or feedback. Thank you!

Namjoon hates Christmas.

He’s well aware that he’s become some kind of Scrooge and you like to call him The Grinch with all the affection in the world.

Namjoon likes his own space. He likes time to himself. His corner to read. His time exploring museums and quiet bookstores without the hustle and bustle of droves of people. And Christmas, it’s…well Christmas is everything he isn’t.

It’s about crowded malls full of people and children. Long lines. (He told you once that if he could, he’d do all the shopping online and he’ll never forget how your face soured. “It’s a part of the experience,” you insisted. Before launching into some talk about how seeing all of the lights and people lined up for Santa was just part of the season.)

Christmas is everything he is not, and yet everything you care about. You, with your red lipstick and infectious smile. The one that feels like it’s lodged itself into the corner of his chest. (If he’s gonna stick with the Grinch metaphor, then his heart is two sizes too small.) You and your stack of cookies piled high on his kitchen counters. The smell of sugar and frosting wafting through his house. The way you stay up late into the night baking. (Cooking and baking alone. He always leaves you alone. His chest aches at the thought, but he’ll get to that later -)

You with the holiday earrings that dangle against your face and hit the lights. Sometimes they get caught in your hair, so he has to smile and stop and untangle them from the strands, and you laugh and stand up on your toes and kiss him thanks. They come in so many different shapes - wreaths, holly, and mistletoe, and gingerbread houses and gingerbread men, even ones that light up.

You hang tinsel wherever you can. Balancing your feet on chairs to reach up and touch the tallest corners in your house. Sometimes he has to hold you by the waist, or you ask him to help and he obliges you. You’re cute like that, you could get him to do anything you need.

It’s you and the way you hang mistletoe over the corridor that joins your kitchen and living room together and the way you kiss him. Looping your fingers into the belt hoops on his pants and pulling him in for a kiss every morning. (Not this morning though. He remembers wrly-)

It’s you sitting on the floor of the living room by his feet, surrounded by roll on roll of wrapping paper as you wrap gifts for all of the important people in your life. The scent of the cinnamon and Christmas tree candles you light. The way the flames of the fireplace crackle in the distance between the two of you. The excited way you look at the presents under the tree, when he steals a glance at you over the corner of his book.

It’s you. Your generosity and the way you so eagerly offer your heart to the people you love. The way you light up a room. The red and gold ribbons on the presents you stay up hours wrapping. The smell of sugar and icing, or roast vegetables and chicken through the house when he gets home.The sweetness of your mouth against his, the taste of peppermint on your tongue when he kisses you. Even the giant ugly Christmas sweaters you buy, that seem to engulf your curvy frame. The way you always buy one for him to match- even if he so rarely obliges you and wears them. You’re the gift. You’re the season. He’s always adored that about you, why did he not make that more obvious sooner?

He slams the book in his lap shut, his eyes staring up at the Christmas tree you’d begged him to help you with. It went up right before the first of December, like clockwork. Just like every year. Except now, it’s Christmas Eve and you aren’t here to tenderly touch the Christmas ornaments or fix them in place. You’re not here to place a gift in his hand at midnight and crawl into his lap, insisting he opens something you’ve got him.

Namjoon’s hand pulls at the Christmas sweater on his large frame. He feels dumb. His phone feels heavy in his pocket. Should he text you? He itches to send you a photo of the sweater. Maybe you would crack a smile? Maybe you would come home? A quieter voice nags at his brain: Maybe you still want to be left alone.

Namjoon is hopeless. He finds himself turning on the Christmas lights on the tree and the ones on the porch, and everywhere you’ve put them up in the house and in the front yard.

One Christmas tree was never enough for you. He counted about three in the house, the last time he checked. But he finds another one still in its box, resting against a wall by your closet. It looks abandoned and sad, like it’s waiting for you to return too. He lets out a disgruntled noise as he hoists it over his shoulder and brings it downstairs. He’ll set it up next to the front door. Maybe if he’s lucky you’ll come home and see it.

It doesn’t take him long to set it up, he shakes off some of the fake pine needles that cling to his sweater. He finds more ornaments, red bells and candy canes and little red balls. He’ll stick with a theme. You’d love a theme.

Then Namjoon moves to the living room. He even gets on a ladder to straighten the star on top of the tree, where it’s sat crooked for the rest of the month because you couldn’t reach high enough to fix it. He throws some wood into the fireplace so it crackles like you’re there to wrap presents at his feet. He lights the cinnamon candles and he touches the mistletoe on the wall, where he imagines how he’d kiss you sorry and kiss you thanks and leave you breathless.

He later finds a small stack of presents under the tree in your living room, he vaguely remembers you telling him that you meant to wrap them late and give them out after New Years when you come back to work after the holidays. He settles on the floor. He’s hunched over, crossing one long leg over another, as he gets to work wrapping each box. He’s able to secure each present is safely covered with colorful wrapping paper - and yet none of the expert packing expertise you have, so the corners aren’t folded as neatly as you would have done, but he keeps going. He finishes them off by tying some messy bows on top of each gift, before he realizes how hungry he is. Namjoon’s stomach grumbles in response as if to confirm his feelings. He wonders idly for a second, if you’ve already eaten and what you’re doing right now. Where would you have gone together tonight? What would you have made, had you decided to stay?

In the kitchen, his hands sneak into the Santa shaped cookie jar you left on the counter, always full with chocolate cookies. He makes a packet of ramen, the only thing he can salvage tonight, and a cup of hot cocoa. He grabs your favorite mug from the counter, a snowman figure wrapped in a red scarf that he’s positive looks like it’s laughing at him right now.

Through all of this, his phone continues to feel like a weight in his pocket as the night goes on. He misses you a lot. He misses you so much.

He doesn’t know where he wants to sleep tonight. The bed feels too empty without you. The red and black flannel sheets were your choice. The other rooms have Christmas tree print sheets and every room feels like it knows you’re missing too, knows that you have just vanished.

The only place he feels safe enough is the living room. God help him, he even scrolls through the TV and picks a channel with one of those 24 hour rotation of Christmas songs. “I’ll Be Home for Christmas” blares over the speakers as Monie comes to sit at his feet, whining softly, like he misses you too.

“I know,” he tells him. “I know.”

The house is unsettling in its quiet. He decides to busy himself by making another batch of cocoa. The mug feels warm and heavy in his hand, the snowman is still laughing at him when he thinks back to the fight you had before you left-

“Which one do you want to wear to the Christmas party?” you’d asked him, holding up a hanger in each arm, one white sweater sitting on one and a black turtleneck sitting on the other.

“What for?” he replied, not really looking at you.

“My friends want to take photos.”

“Uhh I don’t really care,” he’d said. “You know this stuff is more you than me, baby.”

“Your sister said she likes the black turtleneck better. She said she might be able to drop by too!” you said excitedly.

“My sister?”

“I told you this morning, she said she might be in town.”

“Oh. It must have skipped my mind,” Namjoon had replied. He knows he can be forgetful, but he must have been so focused on getting to the studio that morning. He also remembers some messages from his family had gone unanswered and you’d replied to them before they could grow worried. You’re thoughtful like that.

“Actually, baby - there’s been something I’ve been meaning to tell you-”

“Tell me what?” Your voice hadn’t even lost its excitement over thinking about plans yet. Bless your heart.

“I actually might not be able to make it, baby. I have something to finish back at the studio-”

“You always have something to finish at the studio…”

“I know, baby. But-”

“But it’s Christmas,” you’d said simply. He should have ended it there. If he was being honest, he knew the songs could wait. But he was tired, stubborn-

“It doesn’t matter, baby. I’ve got work to do, if I lose the idea- it can’t wait.-” But you can? I expect you to? What had he meant by that? He still doesn’t know. He groans at the memory, sliding his hand over his face.

“Can it wait for just a few hours?” you sounded like you were begging him as you settled the clothes on your bed. “Julia’s coming, it’s her first time meeting you. I just want to get a few photos and have some food-” He could almost hear the “please” hanging off the end of your tongue.

“You’ll be fine without me,” he’d insisted.

“But I want you there.” Then, your voice sounding smaller - “ Joon. I don’t want to- please don’t make me go alone.”

“Baby- Try to understand-”

“I do,” you had said, voice beginning to sound cracked. “I always understand you. I always try to.”

“Then hear me out right now. Okay, listen? You’ll be fine. You could even spend the night with everyone! I’ll see you in the morning.”

“But-”

Ugh. He remembers now. You couldn’t get a word in because that was when he’d started talking over you - like an irritated parent trying to reprimand their child.

“We spent last Christmas together already, didn’t we? And the one before that. It’s just one. Day. Baby-”

“Not to me, it isn’t. Joon. Please-”

“This is so dumb, Y/N. Why are you wasting time? Why are we fighting about this? It’s one stupid day out of the whole damn year-”

He was careless, it was the wrong choice of words. He knew it the moment he let them slip and turned around to find you. The look on your face had made it hard to sleep that night. You looked so hurt.

“Baby, I-”

You shook your head and that was the worst part. You looked like a sad painting coming to life. The movement wrenched the water from your eyes, as you started to blink back a few tears.

“Baby,” he tried. “ Wait. I didn’t mean it like that-”

“No. You’re right. It’s stupid,” you said, sniffling as you repeated the same words he had just thrown at you. It made him feel cold, frozen in place. For a second, he couldn’t speak. “It’s stupid. It is. It’s one day of the year. I’ll tell your family- my friends- I’ll tell them- something-”

Even though it was his fault, you were still there trying to make up for him, to save face and make up for it and protect him. You’re an angel. The way you put up with his schedule and the way he can’t be there for you is a miracle in itself. Why did he not catch that?

“Come on baby. I’m sorry- I didn’t-”

“No,” you said, shaking your head. And you were crossing the distance of the room now, too fast for him to reach for you. Pulling on a coat. Reaching for your half packed luggage. “The thing is, we both know you’re not- Namjoon. And it’s fine.” You were blinking back tears as you said this. He remembers how your voice sounded when it cracked. “You hate it. It’s one stupid day out of the whole year. I understand how much your work means to you. I do. I always have. But it’s one - it’s just one stupid day- that means a lot to me. And I wish you could just be there. For me.”

The slamming of the door behind you felt like the final note. A few minutes later, Namjoon remembers Monie approaching the door, crying softly after you.

When Namjoon looks back at the mug, it’s empty. He rubs his thumb across the edge of its rim and stares up at the clock on the wall. It’s past midnight. Christmas.

He’s on the couch later, clutching a pillow to himself, his eyes almost drifting closed when the sound of -something- someone- crashing into the door makes him sit up-

“Shit!” you curse, as you stub the toe of your boot against the door, trying to drag your purse in after you.

“Baby?” Namjoon calls after you. “Y/N?”

When you don’t respond, he stands up and finds you trying to wrench your coat off. There are specs of snow melting in your hair. He glances at the clock again and it’s late. It’s late and yet, like some Christmas miracle, you’ve just come back to him.

He blinks, getting up from the couch, and for a brief second he catches the surprised look on your face, right before you try to paint over it with another emotion- something more passive and serious. Trying to gauge how you feel from across the room is hard, but he knows he caught you off guard. It’s obvious. You didn’t expect he would still be home-

He stands awkwardly to the side as he watches you place your knit hat and scarf down with your keys. When your eyes finally find him, he swallows hard. He towers over you regularly, but he feels small in your presence right now.

“I’m just here to get a few things. Julia said I could stay the night if I wanted,” you tell him, your words curt. He’s reminded of how you sounded right before you left him. “I’ll just grab them from the bathroom-”

Namjoon blearily stares at the spot you were just standing in front of him from. His brain and his eyes are unable to catch up with each other as he listens to the heel of your boots walking from room to room in the house. He watches in silence, feeling awkward as he stands up to get closer to the door. He’s afraid and unsure of what to say, swallowing hard - and running a nervous hand through his hair. On the floor, by the door he can see puddles of water where your boots were wet from the snow. He doesn’t want you to leave again but-

A second later, you’re standing behind him. He’s afraid to turn around, but he can feel you in the room before he even sees you. He hears your heavy sigh before you cross the first steps to walk past him towards the door, your overnight bag already slung over your shoulder.

But just as you’re about to reach a hand out for the doorknob, Monie runs past Namjoon- and straight to you.

“Monie?” you say, brightening as your dog rushes up to greet you. He immediately jumps up on his hind legs to say hi. And that’s when you notice what he’s got on - your fingers tracing his back in disbelief. “Monie, baby, what are you wearing?”

Namjoon watches as you touch the red sweater he wrestled him into earlier today so they could match.

You ruffle Monie’s fur and press your head against his, closing your eyes and taking a deep breath. When you turn and look at Namjoon again, he can see your eyes are glistening a little.

“This was you?” you ask him, a soft smile catching on your lips.

Namjoon nods, taking one nervous step towards you.

“Here,” he stumbles over to reach for the bag on your shoulder, so he can set it down on the counter next to your purse. “If you want to just spend some time with him before you go. He’s missed you a lot-”

You hold Monie a little closer to your chest as Namjoon moves to the side so he can close the door after you. Your boots are still wet.

“Baby - hey,” he says softly, his voice sounds low and resigned, like he’s afraid you’ll turn away from him. “Come here. Let me help you-”

You watch in shock, growing a little teary eyed and choked up, as he gets on his knees to help unzip you out of your boots. You let Monie jump out of your arms, so you can balance your weight on Namjoon. Your hands are on his broad shoulders for leverage, your gaze moving past his frame when you finally see it.

“Joon?” His name hangs like a question on your tongue, your eyes wide as they take in the tree he put up, beautifully lit and facing the door, gleaming in red and white. You take a few steps from the door so you can look at it closer. Without turning to him, you blurt out loud- “You decorated?”

His hands find themselves stuffed into the pockets of his joggers as he crosses to where you’re standing. Namjoon feels small standing in front of you.

He wants to engulf you in his arms, he wants to touch you so bad. But he’s anxious and the uncertainty keeps his arms glued to his sides.

Namjoon’s big deep voice chuckles nervously. “I fixed the star. The one on the tree here in the other room- uh, too- You said it was crooked-”

“Baby?” you say, closing the last few inches of distance. He trembles as you touch his face, cupping his cheek. He’s afraid to meet your eyes. Your hands feel cold against his skin, your gloves dangling off your wrist. “Why are you here? Why aren’t you at the studio?”

“I couldn’t- I didn’t want to go. I know it meant a lot to you,” he says, finally meeting your eyes. “All of this. I know it means a lot to you. I couldn’t concentrate…” His voice is full of guilt as his face slumps in your hands. “I didn’t mean what I said, baby. I’m sorry. I’m really sorry. It’s not stupid. If something means a lot to you, it can’t be. If you care about it, then I care about it too because I love you.”

You’re silent for a second as you process what he just said.

“So you didn’t just make up some lie to get out of going to the party with me?” You laugh softly at the stricken look on Namjoon’s face, your thumb stroking across his jaw. “David - one of Julia’s friends- he said that’s what you were probably doing.”

“I- no. No. Baby - I wouldn’t lie to you-” the words come out of his mouth in a panicked rush.

You laugh softly again, your fingers moving to his cheek to tell him you understand. “I told him I didn’t think that was it.”

He shakes his head, his eyes full of some kind of heady combo of guilt and remorse.

“I was stupid - careless- I made a mistake when - I shouldn’t have said that. I’m sorry I did. It’s your favorite time of year,” he says in a softer voice. “All you were asking for was for me to be excited for you, to be there for you, just like you’re always there for me.”

He’s relieved to see you begin to smile, the edges of your mouth lifting up as he apologizes.

“You came back,” he says, voice full of relief, like this is a revelation he hasn’t gotten used to. He’s beaming between your hands as he smiles. The dimples in his cheeks seem to light his whole face up.

“Of course I did,” you say, like it was never a question. “I missed you. And besides, I was making everyone at the house miserable moping around about how much I wished you were there.” You stop to laugh, adopting a nagging tone to your voice as you roll your eyes and imitate yourself - “Namjoon would love this. Namjoon hasn’t seen this yet. Namjoon hasn’t tried this yet. If he was here-”

He has to laugh, relieved, as he drops his face to your shoulder. “I was miserable without you too, baby. Even Monie knew.” Like he knows he has a cue, your dog suddenly appears at your feet again, whining and begging to be pet. You kneel so you’re eye level with Monie and run your hands through his soft white fur and his red knit sweater, your fingers tracing over the little Christmas light design on his back. He yelps happily and bounces up to lick your cheek before you put him in the other room to sleep on his own little bed.

“Show me what else you did while I was gone,” you grin at Namjoon, as he takes your hand in his and tows you into the other room with his arms wrapped around your waist.

“I put up the rest of the ornaments and I turned on the lights. I made dinner,” he smiles, glancing at the ramen packets on the counter. You have to laugh. He’s so grateful you can cook. “I wrapped the rest of the presents. The ones you forgot, for your friends from work-”

“You what?” you say, laughing, squeezing his big hand where he’s clinging to you. He slides his arm around your waist to hug you tighter as you get closer to the tree. Sitting at the bottom are a few presents crookedly wrapped.

“Namjoon-” you say, taken aback by his effort. Your eyes feel glossy with the display of his sentiments. He tried, he really tried. And that’s all that you’ve ever wanted.

“Baby?”

“Yeah?” you say, your fingers pressed into his chest. Namjoon holds you close, both of his long arms tight around your waist and it’s just the two of you together for just a moment. His forehead sitting against yours, as the Christmas music flows around you. He’s so big, your man, you feel so safe with how tight he’s squeezing you. His heart is beating so rapidly beneath the palm of your hand as he gently sways you to the music.

“Can you kiss me?” he asks after a long moment, finally opening his eyes. It’s been days since he kissed you. He wants to touch you so much. His eyes rove up and your gaze follows so you can see where he moved some more mistletoe.

“Mistletoe?” you ask, smirking.

“Please?” he says, smiling as presses his face even closer to you.

You’re giggling as you reach for him, your fingers pulling at his sweater. He has to bend down a little to kiss you, but this is one of your favorite parts about him. It’s like a dance you both know so well. You lean your head up, just as his fingers find your hair and he pulls you close. His other hand catches your jaw, his long fingers cupping your face so you have to lean up to find his mouth.

His plush mouth presses against your own, locking your lips together. Kissing him is unlike anything you’ve ever experienced. You’ll never get used to how soft his mouth is, how full his lips are. He tastes a little like the hot chocolate he had before you came home. And he smells exactly the same. Like his cologne and the cinnamon candle he lit in your absence. He feels like Christmas and home all wrapped in one, everything familiar and exciting all at the same time.

His gravelly voice is moaning into your mouth when you pull him closer, parting his full lips to kiss him deeper, rolling your tongue over his own until he feels like he’s melting into you. Your arms wrap around his neck. You’re overwhelmed with the need to feel him on top of you, his weight against every inch of your skin.

“Namjoon-” you moan when you can finally wrench your mouth away from him. But he doesn’t let you go as easily, his long fingers clutching your hair between his fingers. One of his hands clutches your waist, pressing you more firmly against the solidness of his body. His soft lips simply move down to mouth down your throat. He can’t get enough of you. He’s just missed the way you smell, the way you taste.

“You even put on the sweater I got you-” you laugh with realization, hands clenching the end of the sweater so you can slip your fingers underneath the hem of it and touch the firm, warm skin of his tan stomach.

He laughs too, loud and throaty, cupping your face as he kisses your cheeks. “I’d do anything for you, baby,” he says, his voice low, warm breath tickling your ear. “My heart’s two sizes too small, but it’s all for you.”

You have to laugh as his mouth meets yours again and this time it’s his tongue slipping into your mouth. He shivers as your nails scrape down his belly.

“I missed you,” you tell him, and the honesty in your voice could break his heart. It’s enough for him to pull away so he can stare into your eyes. You seem to hold all of the love and warmth in the world for him there. It never fails to make his heart feel full. He needs you so much.

“I missed you too, baby. Want to know how much?”

You nod, kissing him. “Show me,” you whimper. “Touch me-”

It’s soft and slow then, Namjoon’s long fingers peeling you out of every piece of clothing. Unwrapping you like a gift. Kissing your legs as he zips you out of your jeans and peels you out of your turtleneck. When he reaches your panties, he rubs you through the fabric until his fingertips feel wet, then he licks you through the cotton like he can’t help himself, before pushing them down to your ankles.

Namjoon takes his time taking you apart, first with his fingers and then his mouth, until both his hands and face are glossy with how much you need him and you’re begging him- fingers wound tight around his jet black hair as he eats you out. His temple stings with just enough pain and he loves it.

His big, soft lips were made for this. Firm enough that you can grind against his mouth, and plush enough that you feel like you can meld with him. He alternates between flicks and swirls against your clit and deep licks inside your cunt, where he stiffens his tongue enough so he can fill your wet, aching hole with it before sliding back up to suck gently at your clit. You can feel how wet you are, his spit and your wetness combined, dripping between your thighs and onto his fingers like nectar. You can hear it too, and that coupled with the noises Namjoon is making - the little gasps and moans he makes as he sucks and licks is too much. When he brings his fingers into the mix, it’s over for you. The sensation on your sensitive clit, while his fingers - three of them - you gasp- fill you is too much and you’re cumming-

“Oh my god - Namjoon-“

When you look down at him from between your legs, the image is obscene. His tongue laving at your pussy, his big, soft lips wrapped around your clit as he sucks, his long fingers buried deep inside of you, curving towards that tender part of you that has you screaming.

“Cum in my mouth, baby,” Namjoon moans. His voice muffled with how deep he presses his face into your wetness. You grind against him just as hard as your orgasm takes you in waves. “Please baby- Let me taste your pussy.”

Your chest is heaving as Namjoon reaches up to squeeze you between his hands, like he’s trying to prove to himself that you’re really here, groping your breasts and pinching one of your nipples between his thumb and forefinger. He only stops when your fingers release their tight hold on his hair. He gives your swollen clit one more gentle suck between his plump lips, feels the way you shiver as he slides his fingers from your soaked pussy and he finally, reluctantly pulls away to crawl up your body. He only stops to get his sweater over his head before he’s back on top of you.

“Namjoon,” you cry, fingers trembling as you reach for him. “I need you. I missed you

so much. Baby please-

“I love you,” he whimpers into your mouth. Tongue so deep in your mouth that you can taste yourself on him. “I need you too baby-”

“I need your cock,” you beg. “Namjoon, I want you inside- please. Please fill me up. God, please-” You sound so desperate, he finds it so cute, the way you beg for his cock, like you’re begging him to come home.

“I’ll give it to you, baby. You have me,” he says. “Fuck. I’m so hard Y/N- I get this hard just eating your pussy, baby.” - he groans, jaw clenched, breath panting against your face. You know he’s cum untouched more than once in the past, just from eating you out.

“Take it out, baby. Please. Let me see it.”

Now it’s your turn to tease. You run your red nails along Namjoon’s stomach, loving watching his body tense as you drag them across his honey skin.

Namjoon hooks his fingers into the waistband of his sweatpants, sliding them down enough to take his cock out. He locks eyes with you once, his beautiful eyes slipping closed only after, when he starts to touch himself.

You smirk when he reveals that he’s not wearing underwear underneath his clothes, something he rarely does unless you’re both home and alone. And his cock is already hard, just like he said. So swollen, you feel like it must hurt him- the way his erection is hanging towards his stomach.

He looks so gorgeous from this angle. His hair is falling in front of his face. And his thick, muscular thighs are framing his beautiful swollen cock. There’s so much precum already dripping from the tip. You almost want to stop and take him between your lips, you’re dying to lick at the underside of his cock, but decide that you want him hard and inside of you more instead.

When you lean forward to touch him, Namjoon twitches. He moans just feeling your hands on his thighs, your breath against his cock. He can’t help but pull your hair, he knows you like it - as you make your hand into a fist.

He lets you touch him. It’s only been days, but it drives him crazy, feeling your hands on his skin. And when he grabs the back of your neck and tilts your head up, he kisses you like he has something to prove.

You love feeling the heaviness of his cock in your hand. Namjoon moans into your mouth when he looks down to see the way you’re grasping him, hips pushing his cock further into your hand. His own hands are massive, but his cock is so devastatingly thick and long, that it always manages to still look big in his hands. And in your hands- well he won’t hide how turned on he is by how small your fingers look wrapped around him, and always so soft. One of your hands continues stroking him while the other reaches further back to fondle his balls, heavy with so much cum for you.

“Fuck Y/N-” he gasps into your mouth, mumbling curses against your lips. His knuckles are almost white as he urges you to lay down. “Come here-”

Namjoon moves closer to hover over you, one hand dragging one of your legs over one of his broad shoulders. He leaves kisses against your ankle and calves as he stretches you out. You feel more wetness leaking from your cunt, so turned on by how he’s able to lift you and get you into exactly the position he wants.

One hand moves under to support your ass, trying to angle you up to take his cock and the other hand is spreading you wide. The warmth from the fireplace feels like it is licking at your skin. Namjoon’s long fingers swirl around your clit, drawing more wet, sweetness from your cunt as he moves.

Your breath hitches as he slides just the tip of his cock in, getting himself wet with you. He likes taking his time like this, getting every inch of himself wet with you. He can feel it, feel you, from the tip of his cock, all the way down to where you continue to drip, soaking his balls with it.

“Baby, please- Namjoon-” your voice sounds pained, every time he retreats, his hard cock just dragging, dipping shallowly inside of you before leaving again. “Don’t tease- please. Not tonight- I came home for you.”

He kisses you to soothe you. His full lips are so soft, it feels sinful. Your desperation seems to grow, you can’t help but clench your teeth - the drag of just the head of his cock against your clit makes your nipples hard, as he teases you again and again.

“Oh fuck. You’re so wet,” Namjoon groans when he finally slides all the way inside of you.

“Namjoon-” the stretch of him leaves you speechless. His cock just feels so good pushing into your body.

You feel so exposed, spread apart like this. Namjoon’s fat cock is splitting you open, with your legs spread, open so wide. But it’s the way Namjoon looks at you that makes you feel the most exposed. The precise, serious look on his face. The way he gauges every breath, every twitch of your skin pressed against his. Sweat is glistening down the long column of his neck, down his chest and stomach. The little whimpers he lets out as he coaxes you closer and closer to cumming on his cock.

“Your pussy was made for me Y/N-” he tells you. His eyes roll back as he says it. His fingers dip down to slide across the lips of your wet cunt. You look so beautiful spread open and so slick, dripping for him. “Just like I was made for you. My cock- made for fucking you.”

“Y-yes. Belongs to me. Just like I belong with you - to you. Joon-”

“Shit- You love hearing that?” he teases you, his deep voice miraculously dropping even lower as he laughs quietly. You shiver hearing the change in his tone, intertwining with the wet sound of your fucking as Namjoon keeps going.

“Yes,-” you cry out, nails clenching the pillow behind you. “You’re so big, Namjoon. Hard- Fuck me so good-”

The pit in your stomach feels like it’s tightening as you listen to Namjoon talk to you- “Fuck yes. I know you do. You’re home now, baby. Where you belong. Geting fucked by my cock- like you deserve. I’m so deep baby, tell me how good it feels-”

“I’m close-Don’t stop-” you warn him, sounding utterly broken. Your spine arches back against the couch, pushing more of your body towards his mouth. He has to wrench his lips away from where they were wrapped around your hard nipple. It aches when he pulls away.

“I know, baby. I won’t stop,” he promises. “I can feel it. Fuck-” he grunts, his deep voice filling your ear. His lips kissing your face. You turn your face in his palm when he cups your cheek, fingers wrapped around the side of your throat like he owns you. You press your fingers around his wrist, wordlessly reassuring him, telling him to go harder. The way you trust him implicitly never fails to amaze him. He’s so gone, so completely in awe of you - he swears it makes his dick even harder-

You whimper when you clench around him, walls tight around the girth of his cock. The heaviness of him inside you seems to fill a deep, deep ache. It’s no wonder you always feel empty without him. Your nails dig into his forearms as he continues pounding into you, pushing you deeper into the cushions behind you.

“You’re gripping my cock, baby,” he moans. “Squeezing around me so tight- fuck. Give it to me. I missed you so much, baby. I missed touching you. I missed kissing you all over. I missed you cumming on me.”

Your hands slide down to touch yourself as you grab both your breasts, feeling the heaviness and pinching your nipples as he fucks you. Namjoon’s jaw falls open, the sight alone makes him cry out. You’re so fucking hot and he’s missed you so much. Missed being around you, inside of you. Fuck.

It’s when your fingers reach between you that he almost loses it. Watching your fingers swirl around your clit- fingers bumping against the base of his shaft every time he slides out of you. His cock comes out pearly and glistening with your juices every time he slides out. The friction of your hand pressing against your clit and the feel of him filling you to the brim with his cock is about to send you spiraling.

“Fuck. Yeah, baby. Touch yourself. Keep touching yourself for me. Help me make you cum. I want you to cum on my cock, can you do that for me, baby?”

“Yes-”

He smiles. “Look at me, baby. Yes you can. Did so well. Always take me so good. You came home like a good girl. You look so beautiful taking every inch of me- and now you’re gonna cum so hard, you’re gonna get me wet with it, aren’t you?”

“Y-yes! Namjoon! Don’t stop-don’t stop-please-”

“I know. I can feel it. Cum. I’ve got you. I’ll take care of you, baby. I’m here for you. I’m here-“

It hits you hard, makes you feel like your body was struck. You feel breathless, weightless.

“That’s it baby, that’s it,” Namjoon coaxes as you cum, clenching and spasming around his cock so tight. He keeps going, fucking you through your orgasm. His hands press you more solidly against him when you try to squirm. He wants you to take everything you need from him. “Keep going-”

When you come back down, your thighs are still shaking when you reach for him. He lets your legs down to fall around his waist. Your hands slide down to touch more of him, nails digging into his skin, grabbing handfuls of his ass to shove him in deeper, feel him closer.

“Cum,” you moan into his mouth. You grasp his face so he’s looking into your eyes when you say it and he starts moving again. “Please Namjoon. Cum-”

You clench your teeth, grinding up against him as he starts to do exactly like you told him, and he starts fucking you through the last remains of your orgasm, just as you feel like he’s going to send you teetering through another one so soon-

“Oh fuck-baby,” he gasps. “Yes. Yes. Take it-all”

He can still feel your walls fluttering around his cock and it feels incredible. Tight and so wet. You’ve been stretched out enough by his fingers and his dick that you can take him harder, his pelvis slamming into you as he keeps thrusting.

His deep voice is rendered almost speechless, as he whimpers into your neck, “It feels so fucking good baby-” And he means it. Your pussy, your hands clinging to his back - slick with sweat, your breath and voice in his ear telling him how much you want - no, need his cum inside you.

You feel it when he swells and then spills - “Fuck baby-” he grunts into your ear, breath panting against your face as he chases his high.

Your hands feel so small against his skin as he keeps thrusting. Your fingers still tight around his waist and his ass as you clench around his cock, trying to milk the last drops of his cum. It goes on for so long, that his body shudders against yours, cock twitching inside of you.

“Fuck, baby, there’s so much-“ Namjoon groans through clenched teeth when he looks down, staring at your pussy, puffy and swollen where his cock is already pushing more of his cum and your juices out.

“Feels so good,” you whine, continuing to roll your hips as he fucks you through it, until it becomes too much. “Feel so full.”

“You’re so messy baby.” There’s a smile in his voice as he teases you. “So fucking full of my cum. You want it?”

God, this man. “Mmmhmm. Every drop belongs to me-”

Namjoon groans. He’s a man of many words, but you’re the one person in the world that can render him speechless with just a few. “Fuck. I love you Y/N.” He drops his face into your neck, grinning.

You can still feel Namjoon, still half hard inside of you. But he doesn’t move to pull out just yet, instead winding his arms tighter around you.

“I’ll clean us up,” he says. “I promise. I just want to hold you for a sec.” He’s not ashamed to admit he’s missed feeling close to you.

You look so beautiful beneath him like this. The Christmas lights flashing against your naked skin. You're still trembling a little as you catch your breath. Your hands, red nails framing your face. Sweat glistening on your skin. Your hair is wet from the melting snow and sweat.

He touches his thumb against your bottom lip and you smile, kissing his fingers, your eyes still closed. His mouth finds yours, as he kisses you and kisses you. They’re the softest lips you’ve ever tasted.

“Merry Christmas, baby.” And you have to open your eyes and lift your head up to look at him to truly capture the enthusiasm in his voice. He looks happy. Like the Christmas spirit perfectly captured in the warmth of his smiling, dimpled face. “I love you,” he says.”Thank you for coming home.”

“I love you too.”

“I want to come over for photos,” he says after a moment, while you trace his face, absentmindedly brushing his black hair with your fingers. “I want to come over and have Christmas dinner and see everyone and go look at lights.”

Your gaze softens as you stare at him, slowly comprehending what he is telling you.

“I want to go to the studio with you,” you say quietly.

“Baby- No- It’s your favorite day of the year-”

“It is,” you tell him. “We’ll do photos and presents. We’ll eat. And we can also take dessert back with us. We can come back to your studio for a little while after. We can look at some lights on the way home. I want to see you- I want to be alone with you and make up for the last few days, Namjoon. I shouldn’t have ran off-”

“You did the right thing,” he says softly. “We needed time to cool off and I needed to give you space. I needed to realize I was being an asshole and not understanding you.”

“It’s not a big deal-“

And Namjoon shakes his head as you try to deflect. “Don’t do that. Don’t say that. It is, baby. If it’s important to you, it’s a big deal. And it should be important to me too. I don’t want to miss important days because of work. It will always be there when I get back. But you-“

“Namjoon-“

“You’ve always been more understanding than I deserve. I want to celebrate with you” He’s lost in his own silence for a little before he speaks again. “Let’s call it a truce?” he says.

“A compromise,” you tell him simply. And his smile is so big, his dimples so deep, you can’t help giggling when you reach up halfway to kiss him again.

“Dinner. Photos. Presents,” he says.

“Mmm hmm,” you reply around his full lips. You’ll really never get enough of kissing him. “Studio. Dessert. Lights. Then I’m taking you home.”

“I love you,” he tells you again, kissing you deeply.

“I love you too, Joonie,” you say. You smile as he holds you closer, tighter. “Merry Christmas, baby.”

Thank you for reading! Merry Christmas. I hope you have a good holiday wherever you are.

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