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whispering in artâs ear, playing with his sensitive nipples, putting ur fingers in his mouth as u give him a reach-around while heâs sat on ur lap⊠ugh, the dream.
artâs bare back rests against your clothed chest, warm and slightly shaky, as your firm words keep his legs obediently spread apart.
âthaaatâs it, hon,â you purr into his ear, nodding, as your fingertips on both hands work to rub little teasing circles over his nipples, âgood boy⊠it feels good, yeah?â
he squirms.
âmmââ he whines out softly, and his head tips back against your shoulder, but he nods a little to appease you anyway.
his hands move to grip your anklesâthe ones keeping his limbs caged in with yoursâand he squeezes gently as he lets out a sharp moan and shudders forward. you watch his spine curl over.
âoh!â you smirk, leaning forward a bit to look down between his legs where his darkened boxers barely contain his arousal, âso cute.. youâre wet just like a girl, babyââ
art keens, his abdomen tensing and shaking as a heavy blurt of precome spills into the confines of the material, and he shakes his head.
âcan i come?â he whispers breathlessly and desperately.
ânuh uh. not yet. i havenât even started playing with you properly, you know that. what ever happened to slowing down and just enjoying the ride?â you tease, your hands slowly gliding down his abdomen.
he shakes his head.
âi gotta come, it hurtsââ he whimpers.
you sigh tiredly, but thereâs no real anger or annoyance to it.
you just need him to learn when to shut his mouth. and if he wonât do it, youâll do it for him.
âiâm getting sick all of this whining, art. now be good and open up,â you hum.
he obeys, no surprise there, and you reach your right hand up and gingerly slide your middle and ring finger over the soft, wet warmth of his tongue. he immediately moans and closes his eyes, his mouth working to envelop your digits as he suckles and drools around them helplessly like a starved puppy.
your left hand goes down into the front of his boxers and you wrap it around him as you feel him suck your fingers to the back of his throat.
âMMâ! Mmmphâ!â he whines loudly and pathetically, his hips arching up into your touch.
he licks and gasps and murmurs around your touch in his mouth like heâs worried youâll pull away at any second, and your other hand starts to fist his cockhead wetly as his cries get louder, and louder, and louder, and louderâ
âAHHMMPHââ the blonde shakes in his seat between your legs, sticky saliva finally dripping down over his toned stomach as his jaw drops into a sinful âoâ and his blunt nails dig into your skin. you pull back your fingers from his mouth, and thick transparent strings of spit follow suit.
art doesnât waste a second. he canât.
âohhh, can i come now..?â he breathes out urgently, like heâs one wrong move away from blowing his load before he can get your say-so, âcan i please? oh god, please, i need to come, i wanna come for youââ
itâs hard not to give in when he looks like such a pathetic mess.
âfine,â you say gently, leaning in to kiss the side of his neck, âbut i better hear how grateful you are. i wanna hear you say it when you feel it coming out, âkay?â
art braces himself, the suffocating flood of pleasure causing his limbs to lock up as he nods the best he can.
âohh, my god, oh my god, oh my god, yes yes yes, i will, i will iâ imâ im about toââ
the first squirt of his orgasm catches him completely off-guard, and then heâs tumbling over the steep edge with a sharp sob; tears are spilling before he can blink them away, and the copious wetness suddenly seeping through his underwear and over your moving grasp can no longer be ignored.
âOHH! yes-ss-! iâm coming, iâm coming, iâm fucking cuhhmingghâ!â he shudders out lowly and cries, âd-ohh, please, thank you, thank you, thank you thank youâ!â
his body trembles against yours as he lets out a stupidly large amount of fluid, but you pump him through every wave till heâs slurring his words and telling you that he âcanât take it anymoreâ (he could, he can, heâs just a bit of a baby sometimes).
after heâs all spent and done, he tilts his head back and to the side so that he can kiss you, and heâs surprised when the warmth of your hand can no longer be felt against his tingling flesh. and then your tongue in his mouth is being replaced by your fingers that are absolutely covered in his spend.
on another day, maybe heâd feel a little odd about it, but youâve lulled him into such a fucked-out headspace that he canât help but start licking and sucking himself off of you.
after all, itâs just another way to show his appreciation for all that you do for him. all that you allow him to feel via your loving hands, and your loving mouth, and your loving hole(s).
âthank you,â he mumbles, his mouth thick and full of his own spit and come and your soft digits, but you understand him perfectly.
how could you not?
#yes yes yessss :(#can u tell i love drool#i love drooling art#heâs so messy and gross#sageâs asks#art donaldson smut#art donaldson x reader
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i whole heartedly had the maternal aunt awakening for the kids. LIKE FROM THE FIRST SCENE WHERE THEY SAID FAMILY MAN TRAITOR AND WENT BACK YO GO HSUHSUHSUSHUS SHUSHSUSHSU IN THE CORNER!!!!! I JUMPED AND GIGGLED LIKE A MANIC AS IF I KNOW SHIT BRO đŠ?
I LOVE!!!!! I LOVE!!!!!!! I REPEAT !!!!! I LOVE THE KIDS (and their dad but anyways)
i ahve a lot of thoughst and lets jot it down in the tags muehehehhehe (aw hell naw man tumblr ate my fav tag : is doctor hwa single. or rich momma sophie? help a med kid out!!!!) ALSO ALSO THANK YOU FOR THE CONTRIBUTION TO ATEEZ FIC COMMUNITY WE CANT WAIT FOR THE NEXT ONE YAY!!!
the parent trap | KHJ
part 1 of the Night in Hollywood!series
â trope: exes to lovers!au, divorced!au
â pairing: producer!hongjoong x designer!reader, dad!joong x mom!reader
â warnings: nsfw (mdni), swearing, mentions of food, mentions of food poisoning, female desc. reader, drinking, suggestiveness, smut, slight!breeding kink, oral sex (f. receiving), overstim, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap!) nipple play, titty sucking, marking, praise, slightdom!joong, blond!joong bc that itself is too much for me, mentions of (early) pregnancy, youâre both in your early thirties and make an unbelievably stubborn couple in this!
â synopsis: AS DIVORCED PARENTS to two twin daughters, you and hongjoong have your fair share of work cut out. Driving to piano lessons, cheering at hockey games, drop offs at each otherâs houses, it can all be a little much. But could a relaxing summer retreat as a whole family possibly rekindle past emotions youâve swept under the rug? . . .
â word count: 18.1k
â playlist: soulful strut by young-holt unlimited, l-o-v-e by nat king cole, just the way you are by billy joel, slipping through my fingers by abba, this will be (an everlasting love) by natalie cole
â a/n: itâs finally here. I canât believe Iâm writing this and saying itâs finally here oh my goodness. first off, thank you from the bottom of my heart to everyone who has supported me with the series so far (shoutout to @kitten4sannie , @byuntrash101 and especially @desirehorizon for being amazing!) everyoneâs sweet comments have been greatly appreciated, and I just hope this silly little fic brings a smile to your everyday lives.
ty for making writing worth it as a writer. now cue the opening credits!
âABSOLUTELY NOTâ Hongjoong says.
âBut dadd,â she whines, clutching the wrinkled pamphlet closer to her chest. Eunseoâs small hands are covered in purple doodles her sister drew using a glitter pen.Â
âWhy not?â the girl complains, shrugging her shoulders.Â
He sighs, pushing his glasses up with one hand as he continues typing away at the important document the producing company sent him on his laptop. He tries his best to reason with the child.
âBecause, babyâŠâ pausing to think for a moment before responding. âIt would be hard for your mom and I to find a time that fits into our schedules. Iâve got work, and she must be busy as well.âÂ
Eunseo glares at her fatherâs excuse.Â
Okay, yeah, the man knows itâs somewhat of a lie, himself.Â
She continues to protest by shoving the advertising pamphlet in her dads face and blocking his view of the screen. Thankfully, Hongjoong is used to these sort of work distractions, expertly avoiding her by craning his neck sideways and continuing to type away.
âBut dad, itâs an amazing cottage resort! Theyâve got a lake where you can go swimming in, a forest hiking trail, a bonfire to roast marshmallows and even a diner less than fifteen minutes away! So if you end up burning the camp food like last time, we can just order and eat in! Isnât that great?â She beams.Â
He stops typing for a second, fingers hovering over the keyboard as he gives his first born a look that makes her immediately break into a sweet smile, batting her lashes and flashing him a look of innocence.Â
âPlease?â She begs, standing on the edge of her feet as she gazes up at him. âThe last time we went was when Eunbyul and me were toddlers.âÂ
And how on earth could any dadâs heart not melt at the sight of his daughter trying to convince him about one harmless vacation?Â
Hongjoong wheels his office chair back, turning so he could look her in the eyes properly and tuck a stray hair behind her ear.Â
âListen honey, Iâm sorry, I really wish I could, butâŠâ he trails off, looking back at the open tabs and file documents displayed on his computer.
Turning his head around and upon seeing a frown form on his daughter's face, he quickly reassures her.Â
âOnce you finish your final piano recital tomorrow and your mom picks your sister up to take her to her hockey game, how about we go fishing the weekend afterwards?â he suggests, brows raising. âThatâll mean I have just the two of you all to myself.â
Eunseo mumbles under her breath, quiet but insistent enough that he catches it.Â
âBut weâre supposed to be a family of four.âÂ
She sulks, thinking of how that would leave you, her mother, left out of their plans. The arms holding the pamphlet up, ultimately fall down in defeat.Â
He places a peck on her forehead, patting her on the back. âYou know, if you can get your mom to say yes, then Iâll think about itâ he chuckles, knowing the highly unlikely probability of the event.
Adjusting his glasses, the producer goes back to his work, peeking his daughter slugging away from the corner of his eye.Â
Eunseo slumps her shoulders in defeat as she walks out of her dads office, turning the corner to see her twin sister, Eunbyeol, pressing her ears near the door with her neck outstretched. Clearly sheâs been caught in the middle of trying to overhear their conversation.Â
The twin younger by fifteen seconds quickly rushes over, waiting expectantly.
âSo? What did dad say?â
Eunseo exhales, throwing the information pamphlet away on the wooden floors and slumping against the living room couch.Â
âHeâs totally not buggin. Said he wants to take us fishing next weekend instead. Just us three.â she grumbles.Â
Eunbyeol scrunches her nose at the idea.Â
âBut dad sucks at fishing.â
Her sister groans, kicking her small feet against the couch in frustration. âI know!â Eunbyeol starts to worry, coming to sit beside her.
âThen how on earth are we going to get mom and dad to get back with each other again? They havenât been in the same room since we were like, five!â
Her twin sister scoffs, âFirst, we gotta get them to have a proper conversation with each other. They barely even talk when they drop us off at each other's houses.â
Nobody truly knows why you and Hongjoong had divorced so suddenly when the girls were young. Not even themselves.
All they were used to were cold stares and one word replies shared amongst their parents, refusing to find harmony in their co-parenting.
Frankly, your girls have had enough of the performance you were both trying to maintain, looking past your expressions to realize you and your husband still held feelings for the other. It was only a matter of time and place in order to set you two up together, thus, the idea of an intimate, family getaway came into their minds.Â
After a few moments of letting her words hang in the air, Eunbyeolâs eyes widened to the size of saucers.Â
âThatâs it!â
The older twin looks up quizzically, watching her sister jump off the couch and gaze at her excitedly.Â
âWeâll just have to force them to meet each other! We can always guilt trip them for dropping us off at their houses and making us play alone!â
Eunseo rolls her eyes at the idea. âRight, and how are we going to do that dummy? The only reason theyâd do that, was if it was an emergency.â
Whoever said twin telepathy wasnât a thing was a liar, because the second Eunseo catches onto what her sister is saying, the twins share a look of pure mischievousness, the gears in their brains working together as one.Â
With hushed whispers and quiet giggles, the twins immediately begin conducting their plan in secrecy near the corner of the living room, backs turned and in the middle of discussion when Hongjoong walks out of his office with an empty coffee mug.Â
âWhat are you guys doing over there?â
âLeave us alone! Family man traitor!â Eunbyeol shouts, holding a slightly hostile grudge to her father before turning back to whisper to her twin.Â
Hongjoong shakes his head, sighing as he heads into the kitchen.Â
âThen itâs perfect! Iâll stay here with dad once my piano recital is over, and then when Mom picks you up for your hockey game tomorrow, weâll try convincing them together!â
Eunbyeol nods her head in agreement, eyes lighting up with excitement as she whispers in a hushed tone.Â
âAnd once both events end, weâll pretend to be so sick that they have to take us to the nearby hospital.â
The other twin smirks. âWhere weâll end up guilt tripping them into taking us to the cottage.â
They double high five in victory at their flawless plan, already waiting for tomorrow to come as soon as possible.
âA summer cottage?â you repeated, brows raising at the idea as you made a left turn onto your street.Â
Eunbyeol nods eagerly from the back seat after getting picked up, having ranted on and on about the ad in the pamphlet since the moment you saw her.
âIt's an amazing establishment mom,â She boasts, making you laugh at her words while parking the car and unbuckling your seatbelt.
âThey have everything you could possibly think of!â
âOh, really?â You say skeptically, opening the door for her.Â
Eunbyeol is lost in the middle of passionately describing all the relaxing activities you could do by yourself, or rather per se, with a special partner together.Â
âThereâs couples hiking retreats, couples canoeing, couples yoga⊠did I mention couples hiking retreats?â She confuses, retracing her words.Â
You roll your eyes and smile, keys jangling as you walk through the entrance of your apartment flat while balancing the bags and items in your hands.
Being a wedding dress designer and yet picking up your daughter from your ex-husband's house couldâve been ironic to some people. But after having split with Hongjoong since the girls were so young, you came to grow fond of having some independence as a divorcee, channeling your main focus into setting up your own bridal shop downtown.
It was through that hard work and focus that you did it all by yourself with no additional help.
Youâd be lying if you said you haven't opened a bottle of red wine some nights due to loneliness as a divorced single mother, but at least that was what you had your daughters for.
You made sure to work just as hard as you did enjoy playing and spending time with them. After all, they were the light of your life and purpose for living.
Balancing the pizza you picked up on the way home, you set it down on the kitchen island, telling Eunbyeol to go wash her hands in the sink. The girl doesnât stop ranting.
âThereâs usually only two rooms in the cottage, so youâll have to sleep together with dad, but I guess you won't mind, would you? After all, you were once marriedâ She rolls her eyes, reaching for the soap.
You shake your head with a sigh. âWhat is up with you and getting me and your father together in the same room?â you muttered as you took out the plates and utensils.Â
Eunbyeol eventually walks back to you, wiping her hands on her baggy jeans before sitting on the kitchen stool.Â
âItâs not that Iâm obsessed, Mom. Actually, Eunseo and I are just dying to get away this summer now that school is over.â
Turning around from plating the pizza and salad, you chastise your daughter, telling her to sit with her bum flat on the stool so she doesnât fall. She immediately listens, carrying on with her persuasion.Â
âWe just want you and dad to get the chance to relax as well, thatâs all!â her mouth full from a bite of hot, greasy pizza.Â
You smile, wiping your washed hands on the kitchen towel and coming over to wrap your arms around her affectionately.Â
âSpending time with you and Eunseo every week is how I relax,â you assured her, smothering your baby with kisses on her cheek.
Byeol lets out a squeal of annoyance, taking another bite of her pizza. âYouâre squishing me!â She tries hiding her smile, failing when you lean in closer.Â
You pull back in laughter, ruffling her hair as you walk away while reminding her.
âOh! Donât forget youâve got your hockey game tonight!â
Byeol chews faster, munching on the soft crust and counting down the hours on the kitchen clock.Â
She smiles to herself.Â
âDonât worry, I know!â
âWhat do you mean you need to go to the hospital?â Hongjoong asks in a worried voice, standing against the womenâs washroom stall. He holds Eunseoâs congratulatory flower bouquet for first place in hand, feeling the stares of multiple women passing by, clearly judging him for being in the ladies room with them.Â
âHoney, is everything all right?â He asks worriedly. A string of groans come from behind the door.
âYou need to leave!â one old lady thrusts her walking cane at the father, lips pursed in dissatisfaction.Â
Eunseo did such a phenomenal job tonight for her piano recital, that Hongjoong was shocked to see his daughter clutch her stomach first thing after running down the steps of the stage, dashing to the washrooms.
He whips his head back. âMy daughterâs having a bit of a situation in here, okay miss? Have a bit of understanding!â He barks frustratedly out loud to the onlookers before speaking softly back to the stall door.Â
âEunseo, baby, talk to me, is everything alright in there? Are you sure you need to go to the hospital? Is it that bad?âÂ
The girl continues her acting performance, letting out fake groans while typing furiously on her cellphone.Â
âOh the pain! I think I might have food poisoning, dad!â
Seolie: How far along are u
Byeolie: Momâs outside, banging to come in.Â
Seolie: same, I told dad I needed to go to the hospital.
Eunseo lets out another groan of pain, causing Hongjoong to worry even more.Â
âThatâs it, Eunseo. Let me in and help youâ he decides, searching his bag for a painkiller or at least some sort of medication for relief.Â
The girl frantically checks her phone, eyes lighting up at the new message.Â
Byeolie: Momâs getting the car to take me to the hospital. Iâve got her convinced to call dad soon.
Eunseo types as fast as her small fingers can move, even faster than when she performed her piano solo from before.Â
Seolie: Then what do I do????
Hongjoong gets slightly suspicious at the lack of sound coming from the stall, calling to his daughter again.
âEunseo? Everything alright?â
At the next notification, the girl makes up her mind, getting the signal from her sister.Â
Byeolie: play dead. Mom calling soon. See ya there.
The actress gets into character, gaining her composure before unlocking the washroom stall and holding her stomach as she stumbles into her dadâs surprised arms.Â
âEunseo!â
She wails, falling limp. âOh, dad! Please! Take me to the hospital, it hurts too much!â
Itâs truly a mystery which parent she got her acting skills from.
But she doesnât have to tell him twice at that point. The man is already piggy backing his fainted daughter and sprinting out of the ladies washroom, reassuring her with soothing comments as he makes a beeline for the parking lot.
âStay with me baby!â He huffs, unbeknownst to Eunseo who peeks one eye open.Â
Only after he straps his daughter in the backseat and is turning on the engine does he receive a sudden phone call from you, pressing the speaker for the whole car to hear your panicked voice. You break the news to him first.Â
âEunbyeolâs severely sick. She fainted right after her hockey game.â
Hongjoongâs eyes widened. âWhat?â
You sighed, running a hand through your hair. âShe was holding her stomach saying she ate something wrong. Is Eunseo okay?âÂ
Hongjoong puts the stick into drive, backing out of the parking lot and replying in a hurry.
âSheâs hit with the same thing right now. Iâll meet you at the Hospital in tenâ he grunts, sweat forming on his brow as he speeds through traffic, not caring if he gets a ticket.Â
Had he looked in his rear view mirror, he would have seen Eunseo sagging near the car door, clutching her stomach with a small grin on her face.
You never liked the hospital.Â
The sounds of babies crying and hospital beds wheeling become the background noise, shifting nervously in your seat that was in the emergency pediatrics unit waiting area.Â
Hongjoong has his eyebrows furrowed, hunched over one seat beside you as he hangs his head in his hands, knees bouncing up and down. A middle aged nurse nasally calls on the next family waiting from the front desk, boredom laced in her voice.Â
You sigh, uncrossing your legs and choosing to bite at the fingernail on your right hand once realizing youâve already done the same to all the ones on your left.Â
âItâs all my fault.â Hongjoong confesses, suddenly sitting still.Â
You glance to your left, watching as he sits up slowly.Â
âLast thing they ate together wouldâve been at my house. I probably made them sick with something I fed them,â he dejects, hanging his head down in shame.Â
âItâs all my fault, god Iâm so stupid!â He beats himself up.Â
You have half the mind to snap at your ex-husband, anger already filling up inside you earlier when you heard Eunbyeol suggest it was something she ate at her dadâs house. You really did want to yell at him for being so bad of a chef that he sent his own daughters to the emergency pediatrics unit, undeniably relieved that Seonghwa was working tonightâs shift.Â
But those cruel words sitting on the tip of your tongue are thrown away when you glance down to see your ex-husband missing a shoe on one of his feet.Â
Hongjoong rushed over here so fast with Eunseo that he left his shoe behind like some sort of fairytale, Cinderella. He hasnât even realized he wasnât wearing one right now.
You exhaled, knowing that if there's one thing youâve learned while parenting, it was that to have patience and understanding was a virtue. Even for your ex-husband.
âItâs not your fault,â you sighed, staring at your hands folded in your lap.Â
It feels awkward when Hongjoong stops tugging at his blond locks to look at you in surprise, continuing to speak as you place a gentle hand on his thigh.Â
âThat couldâve happened to anyone. We donât know yet if it was because of the food. Letâs just pray and wait and seeâ your voice being a sign of reliability to him.Â
The man is a little shocked at your supportive nature to tell you truthfully. He delivers all the things he needs to say through his grateful gaze alone, reciprocating a small smile.Â
âDidnât think Iâd see you guys tonight.â Seonghwa chuckles, walking in before Hongjoong has the chance to reply. He comes from the patient's room wearing his dashing, white doctor's coat. âTogether, at thatâ he mumbles under his breath before looking up and flashing you a polite smile while giving his worried friend a soft pat on the back.
Hongjoong holds his breath when he asks: âHow are they?â
âBetter,â he tells him, flipping through some papers on his clipboard. âBut it was a big shock to their bodies. They need some rest at the moment.âÂ
The pediatrician tries not to show his smile, standing in front of you and Hongjoong while hiding his expression behind his clipboard as per his nieceâs request.
To be fair, if someone had told Seonghwa earlier that evening that he would receive a fifteen minute pep talk from his best friend's twin daughters that day in the emergency unit, he wouldâve laughed in their faces.Â
Alas, life was always filled with surprises. Hereâs what went down thirty minutes earlier in the hospital room:
âWeâre trying to get them back together,â Eunseo announced confidently, sitting next to her sister on the hospital bed.Â
Eunbyeol nodded, eyeing the dumbfounded medical professional standing in front of them with his clipboard tucked under his arm, hands in his pockets.Â
âSo.. you guys donât need an IV drip?â
âItâs this whole entire thing, Uncle Hwa, weâll explain to you later.â
It took a minute before Seonghwa reclaimed his composure as an adult, chastising the twins for pulling a false alarm over something like this. He made sure to make them promise him they wouldnât do something stupid like this again. But after that, of course Seonghwa is immediately pairing to help them with their plan on getting his best friend back together with his ex-wife. The man is just tired of watching Hongjoong beat himself up half the time about missing you.Â
âSo you essentially want me to lie about the fact that you guys donât have food poisoning, and were just faking this whole thing so your mom and dad would have a reason to see each other.âÂ
The twins nod, one of them pointing out. âAnd make sure to tell them weâre fine of course. Maybe throw in weâre like, really sick, but that weâll live so itâs best if we get rest.â
âAt like a cottage or somethingâ the other chimes in, wiggling her eyebrows at the hint.Â
The doctor sighs, scratching his neck sheepishly.Â
When Seonghwa leads you and Hongjoong into the hospital room, both of you feel awful seeing your babies laying in their beds, dressed in the childrenâs gowns.Â
Eunbyeol peeks open her eyes first, voice hoarse (she practiced).Â
âMom? Dad? Is that you?â she groans, pretending to clutch her stomach in pain.Â
Both you and Hongjoong rush to each child, grasping their hands and stroking their heads softly with sympathy.Â
âHey baby, Iâm hereâ you coo.
âIâm so, so sorry girls, it was probably all my fault. I shouldâve never cooked for you guys earlier today.â their dad cries out painfully, looking down in shame.
You come to stand beside him, reassuring them both. âBut whatâs important is that you guys get better now. We want to make sure you get the rest you needâ you say, making eye contact with your ex-husband.Â
Seonghwa clears his throat, crossing his arms as he flashes a wink to the girls behind your backs.Â
âThey seemed to have been mentally exhausted as well,â He asks on purpose, watching as you and Hongjoong share a look with each other. âHave they been receiving proper familial support at home?âÂ
âI canât even remember the last time I saw my parents in the same room together.â Eunseo weakly admits, showing a faint smile.Â
As parents, you and Joong feel the most amount of guilt anyone could ever feel. You realize how exhausting and stressful the pickups and drop offs to each other's houses couldâve been, especially when you two were so busy with your respective jobs to spend time with your daughters now that it was summer break for them.Â
Hongjoong smiles, holding both their hands and making a promise to them.Â
âMake sure to rest you two. Tell me, is there anything you guys need right now? Anything you guys want I'll make sure to get it for you.â
âDo you guys have crunchy ice?â Eunbyeol blurts out loud, breaking her weak facade.Â
Eunseo almost wants to shoot a glare at her sister but she realizes both of you are still looking at them.Â
âI can get you some ice!â Seonghwa quickly assures you and his nieces, mouthing to them good luck for support as he shuts the door behind him.Â
You sigh, coming over to stroke Eunseoâs hair and caress Eunbyeolâs hand.Â
âWell? Is there anything else you guys need from us?â Hongjoong states, eyes soft in sympathy. You nod, waiting to hear their response.
âLet us know girls, anything at all.â
Eunbyeol and Eunseo finally take their chance, sharing a hesitant look before speaking at the same time.Â
âWe want to go to the cottageâ
âTogether,â Eunseo says.
âAs a family.â Eunbyeol adds in.
You and Hongjoong share a silent look.Â
Later into the night, the twins are finally discharged from the hospital, deciding that they would stay at Hongjoongâs mothers apartment which was closest nearby, considering they were both tired and immediately needed a place to rest.Â
The car ride home is awkwardly silent, even as the kids are (what you think) to be fast asleep, hockey gear and a bouquet of flowers riding with them in the backseat.
It was at their request for you to drive them to their grandmother's house, wanting both their parents with them till the ride home. Hongjoong settled on driving your car and dropping all of you off, planning to take a taxi back home and pick up his own car in the morning. Despite your protest on how inconvenient that was, he insisted as he didnât want to disappoint the twins.
But suddenly the man begins to regret his offer, currently driving in complete silence on the highway, eyes facing forward and shoulders tense. Quiet FM nightly jazz plays from the radio.Â
Youâre sitting passenger seat up front with him in what feels like forever, looking solely at the reflections in the window, the street lamp lights scattering across your face as you travel through the nighttime traffic. Itâs awkward being together like this.
You hear him clear his voice, speaking softly so he doesnât wake up the girls.
âSo, are we really considering that cottage retreat?â he glances back at you.Â
You sit up, straightening your back and exhaling as you secretly wanted to have avoided that topic of discussion.
âWe canât Hongjoong,â you reasoned, shaking your head. âI couldnât possibly take a whole vacation from the dress shop. Not unless I had someone take care of it for me, which my staff probably arenât ready to do.â you explained, voice tense.
Hongjoong nodded, understanding your point of view. âI realize that. Iâve got a few projects I have to record and demo with Eden.â he tells you, an arm placed on the wheel with his sleeve rolled up. His veins become perfectly outlined as he passionately tells you about his producing job.
Heâs so hot like that.
Jesus what were you thinking? Cursing your mind as you clear your voice and try to change the topic.
âHowâs everything been going then?â you say stiffly. He nods, still awkward with sharing conversation with you.Â
âUm, it's going good. You?â he asks. Â
âFine.â you swallow.Â
Silence prevails. Heâs first to speak again, building the courage to say the next thing in his mind.Â
âIâm willing to put things on hold if I need to.â He confesses.Â
Hongjoong continues to drive normally after having said that. Now it becomes your turn to stare at him now, watching how he glances at the side mirror, switching lanes swiftly like the pro-driver he was.Â
âWhat do you mean?â
âHonestly, I think it would be good for the girls,â he admits, calling you by your name. Even hearing him call you your name feels weird. It feels foreign, like it almost wasnât yours.Â
âHongjoong-â you warn, shaking your head at the warry possibility.Â
âJust hear me out, alright?â He states firmly, making you quiet.Â
He glances back into the rear view mirror, watching your girls peacefully asleep with their heads leaning against each other.Â
âItâs been almost seven years. Seven years since theyâve last seen their parents speak to each other without breaking into a fight. Tonight was the first time they saw us together without having to plan a drop off and pick up in god knows how long.â
Hongjoong licks his lips, gripping the wheel as he emphasizes. âSeven years since theyâve gotten a goodnight hug and kiss from us at the same time in one place.â
You scoff, turning to face him properly this time. âI donât know why youâre acting as though we can make this request of theirs come true Hongjoong. This is a big deal-â
âIt is a big deal!â he exclaims, trying to get his point across. âI can see how badly our daughters want us to both be in their lives more, to acknowledge the fact that the other still exists after splitting apart.â
He sighs. âUs, not acknowledging each otherâs existence at all is worse than if we had to see each other regularly.â
You bite your lip, getting angry. âSo what Hongjoong? Youâre saying you want to suddenly play family with them at the cottage?â
You shrug your shoulders. âDo you really think we can pretend to be normal parents to them without fighting like we are now? Thereâs a reason why our current schedules work. Donât make me seem like the bad guy for not wanting to take them.â You glared, pointing a finger at him. His jaw locks.Â
âYou fully knew the lifestyle changes we would need to make as a couple when you signed those legal papersââ
âWell then did you also predict everything that happened after you brought me those papers?â He spits like venom, gaze hard as he clenches the wheel.
You blink your eyes at his words, pressing your knees together at his sudden attack.Â
You donât remember clearly if you even meant what you said at the time when you threw those papers at him seven years ago. But all you still know is that Hongjoong was just as stubborn as you were, making up his mind to sign them in the end regardless.
Looking in the rear view mirror, you muttered to him quietly.Â
âDonât raise your voice. The kids are sleeping.â
Their dad scoffs, muttering a sure, under his breath as he switches lanes.Â
The kids were in fact, not sleeping, and very much awake. Eyes closed but ears wide, as they were listening in to the first real discussion their parents were having in so long. Or perhaps it was an argument?
At the right turn into his motherâs apartmentâs underground parking lot, Hongjoong shuts off the engine, getting out of the car without another word and shutting the door in your face.Â
You pinched the bridge of your nose, hear the back door open.Â
You watch in the corner of your vision as his demeanor immediately changes, softly caressing Eunseo and Eunbyeolâs hair.Â
âHey girls, weâre here now. You gotta wake up.â He coos.
They yawn theatrically, pretending to stretch their arms.Â
âSo soon?â Eunbyeol mumbles.
A few feet ahead, you see your mother in law walking out from the elevators, a knit cardigan wrapped around her small frame. You smiled, getting out of the car and greeting her first.Â
âWeâll leave Eunbyeolâs hockey gear with you for the night if thatâs alright Mom-âÂ
Hongjoongâs words are cut off as the woman who birthed him walks straight past him, ignoring him and immediately taking you in her warm embrace, eyes forming crescent moons.Â
âHow are you my dear?â she asks, causing you to smile and hug your mother in law affectionately. âItâs been so long, Iâve missed you so much!â
Despite the break up between you and Hongjoong, you were thankful for one thing, and that was the fact that your relationship with Hongjoongâs family stayed strong, especially with Mrs. Kim.
âIâve missed you tooâ you tell her genuinely. âIâve been good, Iâm just sorry for dropping them off so suddenly at your place,â You say, feeling apologetic for waking her up late into the night.Â
âWe had a bit of a situation,â you explain, watching as Hongjoong collects their things.Â
She shakes her head, reassuring you. âNonsense! Why would you be sorry for that.â she grins, turning her head at the car. âAnd where are my girls, may I ask?â
At the sound of her voice, Eunbyeol and Eunseo dash out from the back seat and into their grandmother's welcoming arms, pressing soft kisses to her cheeks.
Hongjoong is the only person that stands all alone, awkwardly holding the bouquet of flowers with heavy hockey gear and a duffle bag perched on his shoulder.Â
âOh, how Iâve missed my little squirrels!â she exclaims using their signature pet name and happily reuniting with her grandchildren.Â
She turns her head, face falling at the sight of her son and lips pursing into a frown.Â
âAnd where on earth have you been? Not giving me a call!â she snaps, slapping her son on his back. Eunbyeol laughs out loud while Eunseo tries to keep her giggles in.Â
You hear your ex husband protest to her while you close the back seat door.Â
âOW! Iâve been busy alright?â he mumbles, massaging his sore arm.Â
Your mother in law takes both the twins handâs on each side, nodding her head to you.Â
âLeave all the kidâs stuff to Hongjoong, heâll take care of it darlingâ she smiles sweetly, sending a glare to her son to take a hint and be more of a gentleman to you. She walks away with her smiling granddaughters, exchanging light-hearted giggles and excitement. âBye, mom!â The twins wave back.Â
Hongjoong cranes his head up, sighing at the ceiling before taking Eunseoâs piano bag that you were holding in your hand in one swift motion, walking reluctantly behind the three.Â
âStay here. Iâll drop them off.â he briskly walks away, leaving you stunned.Â
Hongjoongs words from before canât help but replay inside your head as you wait for him to come back down.Â
Before you guessed it, it was already the ride back home, and the car was painfully silent once again. In reality, you were each thinking deeply to yourselves about the possibility of the cottage retreat. Could you really be a mom and dad together as a couple to your kids?
âAre you giving your plants enough water?â He brings you out of thought, the car slowing down as he turns onto your street.Â
You look up, giving him a confused look.Â
Hongjoong nods in direction, following his eyes to look at the measly, dying flower pot perched on the steps of your flatâs entrance as the car stopped to a halt. âYou know, itâs really hard for plants to die when theyâre outside.â He says in amazement at your shit gardening.Â
You scowl at him, asking him when he became such a plant expert all of a sudden.Â
He continues to poke fun at you, smirking when he undoes his seat belt. Hongjoong suddenly leans over to help you unbuckle your own, face dangerously close to yours as he lowers his voice.Â
âUnless their owner just really sucks at taking care of them.âÂ
His eyes gaze into yours for a split second, feeling your face heat up from the proximity. You let out a tiny gasp for air when he leans back in his own seat.Â
âFuck offâ you replied harshly.Â
âYou should give them some more care,â he suggests, ignoring your swearing.Â
You donât reply to his stupid comment, refusing to look at him as you get out of the car.Â
âI can go in by myselfâ you press, adjusting the strap of your purse on your shoulder. You didnât think it was necessary to draw out your time with this man any further.
Hongjoong straightens his dress shirt as he moves to your side of the car, shoving his own car keys in his trousers as he locks your doors and hands over the keys. You take them hesitantly, watching as he rests against the car door, strong arms crossing against his chest.Â
âThink about it at least.â he mutters to you.Â
You look at him, eyes shutting softly when you realize he was still talking about the cottage getaway. Sighing his name is exasperation, you run a hand through your hair.Â
âHongjoong-â
âWould it kill you to spend a week with me and our daughters?â He scoffs as he asks you straight up, looking at you in a way that makes you hesitate to say your next words. You observed one hand come to shuffle with the silver lighter in his trouser pockets.Â
You stayed silent for a moment, genuinely thinking back to your daughters and what this meant to them if you went. What this would mean for you two as well.Â
Finally, you look up to him, returning his gaze.
âI need time.âÂ
He nods, face serious. âI understand.â
âLet me think about it.â You mumbled.Â
And with that you turn around, walking up the steps to your front door. At the sight of your flowerpot, you quickly remember his comment and snatch it in your hands, slamming the door shut to Hongjoong as he finally lets a soft grin break out on his face. Letting his back come up from leaning against the door, Hongjoong nods his head, satisfied enough at that answer, as he walks silently down the road while opening his Uber app.Â
At least youâd give it some thought.Â
Okay, maybe now youâve given it too much thought.Â
Sipping your fifth glass of wine of the night, youâre sitting, back hunched over with your knees tucked into your chest on the breakfast table chair, zoning out as your best friend Sophie continues barking at you and your inconsistent commitment.Â
âI donât even understand why youâre considering going! Does the man realize what it takes to leave your own shop for a full week?â she fumes, adjusting her royal jelly sheet mask while cursing at your ex-husband for pressuring you into going to the family retreat.Â
âNot everyone can just pack their bags and go swimming at the cottage, Jesus Christâ she rolls her eyes.Â
âHe didnât pressure me,â you told her pouting. âHe wants to do it for the kidsâ you mumbled looking down as you defended him.Â
You invited your best friend Sophie over to your apartment that evening for your weekly slumber party, a time you each looked forward to dedicating a bottle of wine and chardonnay over some gossip, spilling all the uneventful drama in your lives.Â
Perhaps you revealed too much drama to your best friend tonight.Â
âI donât think I would mind going, to be honestâ you hiccup, words slurring. âI havenât had a vacation in so long, Sophie, and the girls really want to go! I would feel bad for leaving them with nothing to do this summer.â confessing through the alcohol.Â
Cheeks flushed, you sigh as you play with your silk robe mindlessly while Sophie shakes her head at you, one hand coming up to snap at you and bring you back to reality.Â
âHello? Earth to Ms. Divorcee?â She sighs, rolling her eyes in frustration. âYou said you wanted to set boundaries with him! To cut the line straight and keep your distance so you could get over your feelings for him! Show him whoâs boss!âÂ
âHe said heâs willing to put his music projects on hold for us,â you muttered quietly, the thought making your heart weak as you smiled at the memory of Hongjoong teasing you about your flower pot. Your chest blossomed with warmth now.Â
Sophie sighs, shaking her head as she thinks just how differently you were feeling four wine glasses ago.
âListen, honey, Iâm just warning you in advanceâ she sips the golden liquid in her glass before placing it on the table.Â
âTake it from a girl whoâs had three divorces. I mean look at me! Iâm still somewhat young, Iâve got no kids, no responsibilities, filthily rich, and not once have I had to pay for my own divorce settlement fees!âÂ
You nod mindlessly, eyes blinking softly under the bright kitchen lights.Â
âWhat you need is a provider, sweetheart,â she crooned, caressing your head.Â
âA guy who wonât leave you stressed and unimpressed like Hongjoong does.â
You continue mindlessly nodding your head at her words, ears perking up when you hear small footsteps come down the stairs.Â
âHi mom, Hi aunt Sophie.â Eunbyeol greets, eyes glued to her iPad that Eunseo trails after from behind, whining how it was now her turn to play Super Mario. Â
âHi girls,â Sophie replies like the cool, hot aunt she is, eyes shut as sheâs concentrating on giving herself a collarbone massage right now.Â
âHey sweetheart,â you mumbled, smiling at your daughters standing near the fridge getting a glass of water.Â
âSay, did your dad tell you guys anything about the cottage?â You blurt out loud, avoiding the look that Sophie gives you. Eunbyeol looks up from the glowing screen, ears perking in interest. âNo, not much, why?âÂ
Eunseo snatches the iPad from her twin, coming over to you. âDid Dad say weâre going?â She asks enthusiastically, eyes widening. Sophie is quick to assure them.Â
âNow of course not girls, your mother here was just-â
âOh fuck it, why not?â you say confidentially, shining a bright smile. âLetâs go to the cottage!â You exclaimed in drunk excitement, all three girls staring at you with their jaws hanging at your sudden profanity as well as your final decision.Â
Oh, how dangerous the effects of a bottle of wine were.Â
Eunseo and Eunbyeol immediately embrace each other in a passionate hug, squealing in excitement that their plan actually worked. You and Hongjoong were now both convinced. âOh my gosh, weâre going to go as a family!â They cried in happiness. You giggled at their joy, reciprocating their enthusiasm. Â
Sophie leans back in her seat defeated, shaking her head with pursed lips as she picks up the whole Chardonnay bottle and sips it.Â
âOh whatever. . . This isnât my problem anyways.âÂ
When Hongjoong drops by the next morning to pick up Eunbyeol and Eunseo from your house for the weekend, he canât lie but be a little heartbroken at the way his daughters ignore his kiss to them first thing. They instead, immediately shove the cottage advertising pamphlet in his face with victorious grins.Â
âSee! We told you mom would say yes!âÂ
âSay yes to what?â He pouts, avoiding the paper and obsessively trying to peck a kiss to each of his daughter's cheeks. The idea of going to the cottage almost slipped the busy manâs mind after almost a week of no news from you.Â
âWhatâs so important that you guys donât even say hi to me anymore?â he sulks.
Eunseo giggles, fighting back her laughter when her dad tries to tickle her with his kisses.Â
âWeâre going to the cottage!â
Hongjoong stills himself, leaning back to make sure he heard her correctly.Â
âWeâre what?â
Eunbyeol, taking after her mother, has a cheeky expression on her face as she places her hands on her hips and sasses her father.Â
âPack your bags and swimming shorts, daddy, weâre going on a family vacation!âÂ
In perfect timing, you manage to stumble out your front door, coffee mug in hand and mid-yawn when you realize Hongjoong is already staring at you in shock.Â
âWhat?â you snap, still grumpy from your slight hangover. âYouâve never seen a woman wake up before?â You replied, asking your kids if they packed all their stuff.Â
The twins watch as their dad stands up from his crouched position.Â
âYouâre going to go to the cottage?â
At Hongjoongs words you freeze, everything coming back to you all at once. The wine, the twins, the promises, it hits you like a moving truck.Â
âWellâŠâ
âNo take backs mom! You said it yourself last night that you were excited to go to the cottage!â One of the twins pointed out.Â
Hongjoong doesnât take his eyes off of you.Â
âI-I did say that, didnât I?â You chuckled sheepishly, toes curling at the rookie mistake you made in parenting 101: saying yes when you shouldâve said no.Â
Your ex-husband quickly tells the kids to put their things in the trunk, promising heâll be right with them after talking to you. As Hongjoong dashes up the stairs in his white polo golf shirt, you feel slightly exposed being in only your silk slip dress and robe.Â
âI didnât realize youâd be here so earlyâ you mumbled, looking down at your toes.Â
He ignores you. âSo Iâm guessing weâre going then?â He smirks, looking at you with an expression of undeniable cockiness and peaked interest.Â
You shrug nonchalantly. âLetâs surround the focus of this trip towards the kidsâ you remind him, straightening your back.
Hongjoong nods, agreeing with you wholeheartedly. âOf course, that was my intention from the beginning,â he smiles.Â
You swallow the lump in your throat, unnoticing his stare drop at your breasts perking up from the cool morning air. You jump in surprise as you hear the honking of the car.Â
âCome on, love birds! We gotta go back to dadâs to get our swimming stuff!â Eunbyeol cackles, leaning from the backseat into the driver's seat window. Eunseo already begins journaling in her hello kitty note book, an organized list of what sheâll need to bring to the cottage.
Hongjoong looks back at his daughters, before looking back at you with a smile.Â
âLetâs keep in touch about details, alright?â
You nod silently, gripping your mug. At the sound of your nextdoor neighbor coming out, Hongjoong contemplates for a moment before quickly leaning forward, shielding you from their view with his backside. Clearing his throat, Hongjoong nods his head to the inside of your house, leaning forward to whisper to you.Â
âThink, um, you should get inside, itâs getting cold,â he mutters, his dimples faintly showing. You glare up at him, âIâm going to say goodbye to my own daughtersâ. Still clueless to what he was referring to. He grins, shrugging his shoulders before looking at you.Â
âIf you insist. Just thought you wouldnât want your neighbor to see what I can see, would you?â
You gasp at his words, looking down at your chest to see what he means before wrapping your robe around you. You quickly waved goodbye to your girls before you shut the door in Hongjoongâs smug face.Â
Itâs now become the second time youâve done that.
Thankfully, the next time you see Hongjoong youâre wearing a much more appropriate outfit. In a white cotton blouse and casual jean shorts, your effortlessly chic vacation outfit was the only highlight today, considering the day you had been internally dreading for so long was finally here.Â
You tried to take deep breaths while scurrying all over your house and finishing some last minute packing. Reassuring yourself that a family getaway couldnât kill you.Â
Right?
Reservations at the cottage were made over the phone last week, booking a house with the perfect lake side view, access to the forest trail and close proximity to the offered activities. It would only be a seven day stay, both in your respective rooms, (you clearly emphasized you and Hongjoong had to have separate ones) while the twins would lodge together. You had no intention of interacting with your husband alone together on this trip, apart from the quote on quote, âfamily bonding timesâ you promised your daughters. And yet why were you here sweating nervously like a sinner in church?
âWhat a hot lady!â Eunbyeol wolf-whistles at your outfit when she walks through your bedroom doors. You jump at the sudden entrance, realizing Hongjoong was already here to pick you up with the girls.
A pair of black designer sunglasses slightly too big for her sat perched on her nose. Eunbyeol smiles before jumping onto your bed of clothes. You already know Hongjoong mustâve spoiled her and her sister with those, buying them a pair each.
âCâmon Byeol, off the bedâ you quipped, packing your toothbrush as she reluctantly slugged off the covers.Â
Your suspicions of Hongjoong buying them designer items are correct when Eunseo walks in, classily perching her matching white ones on her head before chastising her sister's tasteless compliment.Â
âElegant. Sheâs Elegant, Byeol. You donât just go around wolf-whistling at people.â she rolls her eyes.Â
âYou look very pretty by the way, momâ
You smiled, nevertheless pleased at both their compliments and thanking them before going back to doing a last minute check of your things.Â
Sun cream, clothes, makeup bag, swimsuitâŠ
At the thought of your swimsuit you immediately blush, thinking back to how Sophie forced you to borrow her yellow bikini that left very little to the imagination. Despite your protests that you wouldnât be needing it, she insisted.Â
Hongjoong is last to walk through your front doors, swinging his car keys around his index finger and calling to his three girls from the downstairs foyer of your apartment. The man is clearly excited for the trip, he canât lie.Â
âCome on ladies, weâre gonna miss the chance to swim in that lake if we don't leave soon!âÂ
Hongjoong is your typical dad, except for the fact that he does not mess with dad!fashion. The producer is dressed classily from top to bottom in a loose-fitting designer button up with a pair of reformed denim pants, his pearl earrings and gold piercings complementing his outfit perfectly.Â
Kim Hongjoong didn't play when it came to fashion. Even as a father.Â
âComing!â You exclaimed, ushering your kids out of your bedroom and making your way down the stairs with your suitcase. Seeing that it would only be a week at the cottage, you tried to pack light, though you may have to reconsider that thought with the way you struggled to lift the case properly.Â
âNeed some help?â
A strong hand comes to help you, immediately inhaling the scent of Hongjoongâs cologne as he brushes his knuckles near yours. âHere, Iâve got itâ he assures, making you step back and admire your undeniably fine husband.Â
Ex-husband. You meant Ex-husband. Scratch out the fine as well.Â
You watch from behind as he struts out the foyer, smiling and joking playfully with his twin daughters, carrying your luggage out the door with them.Â
What was this trip doing to you?
Once youâre on route to the cottage resort and the GPS is set, the car is blissfully quiet, each and every one of you surprisingly at peace. Jittery excitement still lays deep in your daughters' minds as you overhear them talk about what they want to do first once they arrive.Â
Hongjoongâs 2000s soft rock and ballad playlist is playing quietly throughout the speakers right now, relishing in the music as luscious, green trees flash by you from the passenger window.Â
While Byeol and Eunseo distract each other on their own, Hongjoong turns to talk to you.Â
âIâm not going to lie, itâs been forever since Iâve been on a road tripâ he smiles.
You copy him, feeling good in the moment. âSame, I donât remember the last time I went to one.â you confessed, thinking only of all the times you had in the past when you were a child and as a teenager.Â
Even back to when you were a young college student, wide eyed and so innocent to the chaos of your first college retreat with Hongjoong. That was the summer you two began dating, and boy were you fools in love. You cautiously look to your husband driving, bringing up past memories.
âDo you remember that one college retreat we went on during second year?âÂ
The corners of Hongjoongâs lips are already grinning upwards, smiling as he reciprocates your expression.Â
âRight, like I could forget that summerâ he replies sarcastically, gripping the steering wheel.Â
Itâs an easy memory to digest. A time when you were both so young, filled with nothing but dreams and passionate love for one another. Love so deep, that you remember the nights youâd spend locked up with Hongjoong under the sweaty bed sheets inside your cabin, blissfully making love until the sun would rise and he would finally kiss you to sleep. Perhaps, it was that summer when you realized you were going to marry and be with Kim Hongjoong forever someday.Â
Though itâs too bad, someday already passed.Â
âDo you remember when Seonghwa got so drunk he ended up confessing to Jieun in front of all the girlâs sleeping cabins?â Hongjoong snickers, relishing in the embarrassing memory his friend always hates him for bringing up. You laugh out loud, remembering the memory. âOh my god, yes!â You turned to face him, shaking your head. âIn nothing but his underwear, right?âÂ
Hongjoong nodded, smiling with one hand on the steering wheel as he drove.
âDidnât he end up jumping into the lake afterwards? With you having to go in and save him as well?â You share your laughter with one another, catching up on past memories as your twin daughters listened attentively in the back, reliving them with you together.
That's what makes the hour and half drive from the city into the wilderness feel so short, finally pulling into the graveled parking lot of the vast cottage resort. White suburban cottages lined along one another, a good amount of distance in between each for every family staying.Â
As Hongjoong parked the car, the view outside was so glorious you had to hold your breath. Glistening clear blue waves in the lake reflect the bright sunshine from above. A light breeze is present today with the way the willow and oak trees swayed gently.Â
âItâs beautifulâ you gasped from as far as you got out of the car, stretching your upper body with eyes closed as you inhaled the fresh air.Â
Hongjoong stills his movements, shutting the door before replying with his gaze caught at your backside.
âYeah, it isâ he smiles.
Both of you turn around at a loud voice coming from behind. âWeâre gonna explore the campsites and souvenir shops first!â Eunbyeol shouts as she runs away with her sister's hand in hers, towards the wooden cabin that's settled further away.Â
âWhat about lunch?â you call to them.Â
âWeâre not hungry!â
Hongjoong tells them to be safe, and to stick around nearby. You smirked, helping him unload the trunk as you told him. âTheyâll be fine. Theyâre probably too excited to even think right nowâ you giggled, bumping shoulders with him.Â
You feel the tension that was once so strong between you two fade slowly, walking up the wooden steps of your lodge and exchanging conversation with each other.
âHey, I just want my babies to be safeâ he admits, a grin on his face as he holds the cooler in his hands. You chuckle, shaking your head at his protectiveness.Â
âHere it is!â he exclaims, setting the suitcases in the front foyer as he opens the door. âLodge number 1117â
The two story cottage is larger than it appears from the outside, having a modern yet rustic interior that you and Hongjoong admired. It had everything you would need, from a well designed kitchen area to a cozy living room space.
âItâs perfect, the kids will love itâ you beam, looking at the hanging hammock chair in the corner of the living room and the gray stone fireplace. It fit perfectly for your family.Â
Hongjoong smiles, sunglasses perched on top of his head as he sets the luggage down near the kitchen. Walking up beside him, you help him unload the cooler and ice boxes first, settling into your new home for the next few days.Â
âIâm guessing you still drink?â you ask, looking in his direction as you unloaded the case of beer you saw him bring from the trunk.
He gestured to the booze. âCâmon, it wouldnât be a vacation without it, would it?âÂ
You wholeheartedly agreed, placing a few in the fridge before you shut it closed.Â
âHopefully, this time we wonât end up shit faced like we did back in collegeâ you laugh, turning to face him.Â
âI can already picture that time we got so drunk from that bottle of tequila my friend brought, we snuck out of the campsite and went to the forest and got lost.â you spoke, the memory a little foggy but nonetheless fresh in your mind.Â
Hongjoong smiles, listening as you speak. Â
âThere wasnât anything but trees and bushes in that forest!â You exclaimed, shaking your head. âWhat did we even do there?âÂ
Hongjoong replies nonchalantly, folding the cardboard box in his hands.
âIâm pretty sure we fucked.â
You momentarily freeze at his words, before letting out a soft awkward laugh, causing him to look up.Â
âNo we didnât, Hongjoongâ you immediately deny, not believing his words. But your brows began furrowing at the foggy memory, starting to realize you really couldnât trust your alcohol tolerance, now as an adult and even back when you were a college student. Did you guys have sex? In a forest out of all places?
Hongjoong leans against the kitchen counter, across from you as he crosses his arms in front of his chest and smirks smugly.Â
âNope, I distinctly remember itâ he recalls, taking a step closer so he was now in your space.Â
âI held your hand in mind as we walked up that trail by the cliff. And gosh, were we horny that night, because I remember you complaining about all that dirt you got on your knees from giving me the greatest head i've ever experienced in my entire life-âÂ
Slapping your hands over his mouth to stop him from going on, you blushed as you glared at him.Â
âJesus christ,â you mumbled, rolling your eyes before confessing.
âI get it, we fucked.â
Suddenly, you and Hongjoong break out into giggles like varsity sweethearts again at the story. Though embarrassed and cringing internally from the way you acted as young adults, it was nice to share them together now. At the proximity in which youâre standing in, you can't help but stare at each other softly. A hand wraps around your waist, making your breath hitch as he pulls you closer.Â
âWhat are you doing?â you grin, watching him.
He looms over you, able to tell that something sits right at the tip of his tongue that he hesitantly decides to say. âIâm pretty sure,â he mutters, staring at your face and cautiously grazing the skin under your blouse. You feel your breathing speed up.Â
âI also held you like this in my arms as you were leaning against that treeâ his grip gentle and immediately transporting you back to the scenery that night. His sharp tone contrasts his touch.Â
âYknow, the one we fucked against?â he teases to you one more time.
The scent of burning campfire. A cold, midnight breeze. The feeling of the rough cedar tree against your back as Hongjoong thrusted inside you with every delirious snap of his hips, holding you close while he fucked you to oblivion with only the forest animals standing witness to your sinful actions. The film replays like a cheesy R-rated romance movie in your mind.Â
âDid you, now?â You gulp, looking up at him as you adjust to the foreign feeling of his touch on your hips.Â
âYeah. I remember it allâ he states, smirking down at you with an intense gaze.
The memory dies down when you catch yourself staring at his lips, arms finding their way around his neck as he dives down to whisper softly to you.
âDo you remember too?â He asks.
How he held you in his arms. How he whispered in your ear while you came around his cock, drool and traces of cum littering the corners of your mouth while Hongjoong didnât care if you were stretching his flannel from how hard you were tugging at the material.
You nod. âI do,â you muttered, lashes fluttering as you felt as though your heart wouldnât stop beating. âI remember you kissed me on the lips,â you confessed.Â
Perhaps you wanted him to do it again right now.Â
He looks in your eyes, searching for your approval that you desperately give, breath hitting each other's faces as he slowly leaned down to try and connect your lips. His chest is pressed against yours, and you begin to realize you havenât shared the same breath like that in so long. You were so close to kissing right then and there.
If only you leaned in closerâŠ
âWeâre back!â
You push Hongjoong across the kitchen, shoving his hip painfully into the marble counter and ignoring his high-pitched groan of agony as you immediately look away to avoid suspicion, continuing to grab the beer from the icebox in front of you.
âGirls!â you exclaimed, voice wavering.Â
Of course, Eunbyeol and Eunseo walk in with matching postcards and goodies from the souvenir shop in their hands, their sunglasses perched on their heads as their eyes lit up with excitement. They were still oblivious to the fact that they almost caught their parents about to make out in the kitchen.
âDad, this place is amazing!â Eunbyeol deadpans, telling her father. âThey even have jet skiing on the other side of the lake! We gotta go now!â
Hongjoong clutches his hip, pursing his lips as he hides his expression of pain and surprise.Â
âReally? That's great sweetieâ
Eunseo however, is quick to catch on.
âWhat were you guys doing?â she looks at you suspiciously. Her words hang in the air for a moment.Â
âWere you guys about to kis-â
Hongjoong and you frantically scurry to find a plausible excuse, shuffling awkwardly.Â
âI was helping your dad unload the coolerâÂ
âI was helping your mom get something out of her eyeâ
Both girls stare at you meekly. Eunbyeol scrunches her nose. âHuh?â
Plastering on a fake smile, you briskly leaped over the luggage nearby, ushering them upstairs before they had the chance to ask anymore questions.
âI think itâs time to unpack your things.â you watched their eyebrows quirk at the way you pushed them out the kitchen.
âWe can do it on our own, mom! Itâs really no big d-â
You clamp Eunbyeolâs mouth shut with your hand, blushing profusely as you walk away with them.Â
Hongjoong stands there alone in the kitchen, rubbing his hip and wondering what the hell just almost happened.
The next few days, you and Hongjoong donât discuss the incident between you two. Rather, the beginning of the trip after that event has become a painful performance trying your best to be eerily polite yet distant to each other in front of your children, as if that would make you forget the fact that you two almost kissed in the kitchen.
âCould you pass the sunscreen, honey?â Hongjoong would say awkwardly, turning his back to flash you a cheery smile on the lake deck as Eunbyeol and Eunseo watched you interact while floating in the cool, summer waters.Â
You passed the bottle to your ex-husband while maintaining awkward distance. âOf course, darling!âÂ
âThanks honey!â
âNo problem sweetheart!â
This resulted in Eunbyeol and Eunseo looking at their parents in horror, the youngest twin muttering under her breath as they discussed an urgent change of plans.
âWe have to get them to stop being weird.â
Apart from that, the âfamily bonding timeâ promise to your daughters was maintained, and each day was an adventure for all of you in terms of what you would do together next. An accumulation of forest trekking, water-skiing and outdoors barbeques on the patio of your cottage made everyday feel more and more special for your girls, seeing how they relished in having both their parents with them at the same place and time. It became moments of peace and resolution that eventually became special for you and Hongjoong too.Â
âI hope we stay here forever,â Eunseo blurted out one evening after a blissful day near the lakeshore, watching as the sun began to go down. She was busy licking the sticky sides of her melting ice cream cone in one hand, the other one held in yours.Â
Hongjoong and Eunbyeol were a few feet ahead, laughing loudly and holding hands as they compared their fruit popsicles with one another to see whose was bigger.Â
âYou and Byeol would eventually get sick of going to the lake all the timeâ You smiled, the corners of your mouth turning up before her next words made the strings of your heart tug.Â
âSure, but at least you and dad could be together with us too.â
You watched as she ran up to her sister and dad, joining in on their fun as she began boasting that her ice cream was better than theirs. Hongjoongâs smile is the biggest youâve ever seen it to be, looking down at his girls with a golden tan from the past few days spent outside, and hair slightly damp from swimming.Â
Any person could tell the love in his eyes was as pure a fatherâs love for his girls could be.Â
Her words stuck with you until that very night, where after dinner, board games, and much pacing back and forth in your own room before getting into bed, you decided to cautiously approach Hongjoongâs room on the opposite side of the second floor.
Bare feet padded across the wooden floors as you peeked through the sliver of the open door.
He's wearing an oversized sleep tee and blue pajama pants, getting in some nighttime reading before bed. His glasses are perched on his nose, intently reading his paperback novel. He looks as domestic as a husband gets.Â
At the sound of your steps though, he sits up from his relaxed state on his bed, one arm that was supporting his head coming out as the other hand settles the book down on his abdomen. He looks surprised to see you.Â
âHiâ he states, looking at you.Â
âHeyâ
Hongjoongâs expression immediately softened at your figure, watching as you shuffled awkwardly in front of him. The room is quiet.Â
âCan I come in?â
âOf course,â He nods, setting his bookmark in the spine of the cover and turning his attention to you, offering you to take a seat on his linen covers. You see his polaroid camera with photos taken of Eunbyeol and Eunseo perched on a desk nearby.Â
You donât see the ones he secretly took of you, as those are in his drawers.Â
âDonât tell me you canât sleep by yourselfâ he gently teases before watching as your smile doesn't reach the ends of your eyes. You wrap your silk robe closer to your body, feeling sort of vulnerable.Â
âHow do you like the resort so far?â He asks, watching as you played with your fingers absentmindedly. âIs the room okay?â
âItâs wonderful Hongjoong, better than I could ever have hoped for.â You spoke up, telling the truth.
Itâs hard to arrange your thoughts in your head when itâs just the two of you in his room. The kids were already fast asleep. Now was your chance to just tell him how you felt. Why were you hesitating so much?
âHey, look at me.â Hongjoongâs soft voice calls out to you, a protective hand coming out to caress the back of your head in habit. He can tell you want to say something, and the gesture makes you emotional, remembering how he always used to do that to ease your nerves when you were younger.Â
âWhatâs wrong? Am I making things uncomfortable on the trip?â he worries about the boundaries you established with him at the beginning, watching as your lip begins to quiver and the emotions suddenly overcome you.Â
âI just wanted to tell you Iâm sorry.â you sniffled, tears forming near the brim of your eyes as you looked up at the father of your children.Â
Hongjoongâs eyes widened, shifting through the covers over to you. âWoah, hey, shh thatâs alright I got youâ he coos, immediately going into dad mode and embracing you in his arms, letting your head rest against his chest.Â
The action is natural, no longer foreign or weird, and you silently thank him for leaving reassuring circles on your back. Husband or not, Hongjoong would always be your best friend first. You had forgotten how much you missed this comforting side to him. Â
âTell me what youâre sorry aboutâ he states, chest tightening at your wet cheeks before he slowly raises your chin to look him in the eyes.Â
âFor being mean to you for so longâ you sniffle, a weakened state of emotional guilt eating away at you. You let him watch you carefully.
âIâve been thinking about how happy the girls have been during this trip. A-And it kills me that weâve been fighting for the past seven years, and that theyâve grown up seeing such bad parts of ourselves, of my own selfâ you ramble, confessing how you felt.Â
You look up. âTheyâre happy because weâre together Joong. Because weâre not fighting or avoiding each other like we used to do before.â
He watches as you look up at him with tears forming in your eyes.Â
âYouâre such a good dad. And I realized you deserve to hear that.â
At the sounds of more sniffles, Hongjoong finally speaks, smiling as he brushes stray hair from your face.Â
âI wouldnât want anyone else but you to be the mother of our children, I hope you know thatâ
His truthfulness throws you off guard.
âIâm sorry tooâ he sighs, letting you sit up straight and look him in the eyes properly. âI havenât been the best partner either, baby. We were both mean to each other.â he says, brushing a tear away from your face.
âIâm pretty sure youâve thrown a hair dryer at me once before as wellâ he attempts to make you laugh, affection blooming in his chest when he sees he succeeds, wiping your tears.Â
âBut I already knew how you felt, sweetheart. I always knowâ he smiles, eyes mirroring a weak ache in his heart. Â
âMarried or not, we were once friends. And now weâre familyâ His voice turns deep, strong and dependable like the father heâs become.
âWe can start overâ you tell him, smiling as he folds his hands over your palm. âWe can always do better from now and going forward. For ourselves, and for Eunseo and Eunbyeol.âÂ
Hongjoong nods, hesitantly for a split second before he leans over to press a soft kiss to your cheek, showing a gesture of affection that you longed for so long.
You shut your eyes, the kiss making your heart flutter.Â
âFriends again?â He whispers, though silently wanting something more.Â
You sighed, pulling him in closer to embrace in a hug. âFriendsâ you nodded while inhaling his comforting scent.Â
The next morning, and for the rest of the remaining trip onwards, you and Hongjoongâs relationship dynamics did the equivalent of a 180 degree turn.Â
Itâs hard to believe you two really just wanted to be âfriendsâ
Eunbyeol and Eunseo could tell by the way you talked to each other more, noticing you share more secret glances and fleeting touches that were innocent to the eye, but concealing a longing that you both tried to hide. You knew you couldnât get carried away. You and Hongjoong were simply resolving a rough patch in your parenting. Not getting back together in a relationship.Â
But after spending more time together while Eunbyeol and Eunseo became occupied on their own, it was hard keeping the interactions to a justified amount. Long walks in the forest, evenings spent cooking together, even cuddling together on the couch during family movie night. Thinking your kids were too busy watching the vintage Disney movie play on screen, when in fact, the real love story they were more invested in was happening right in front of their eyes, watching their parents falling in love again.
This led to the last event in their plan that they hoped would finally seal the deal.Â
On Saturday night, the last night of your trip before you had to go back to the city, you and Hongjoong are surprised to find mini invitations left on your beds, scribbled in glitter pen and cursive handwriting reading out the following:
Gourmet Dinner Date for 2
Time: 7:30 pm
Location: Outdoor patioÂ
Dress code: Formal and Classy
You and your husband chuckled at the cards left on your beds, suddenly finding a twin each by your side and ushering you to get ready.Â
âDo you and your sister even know how to cook dinner, Eunbyeol?â You questioned as your daughter rushed to push you into your walk-in closet, forcing you to get ready.Â
She huffs, placing her hands on her hips looking offended.Â
âAt least my cooking skills donât take after Dadâs, mom.â She mumbled, choosing your shoes for you. âHave some trust in a girl!â
Meanwhile, Hongjoong gets pampered by Eunseo in the other room, though in reality, her blunt critiques on her dads fashion are bruising his pride at the moment.Â
âDad, you have many normal clothes to wear. You have to chill with the ripped baggy jeans.â she demands, trudging through his closet to find something formal for him to wear.Â
He begins to protest but his daughter shakes her head. âYouâre supposed to look good for mom!â she huffs, searching on her own. At Eunseoâs words, the man starts to slightly worry, scratching the back of his head.Â
âYou and Byeol are gonna join too, right?â
She stops for a second, looking back to her father as she avoids the question and instead retorts back.Â
âItâs just a date, Dad. Relaxâ
Back to what was happening in the other room at the end of the hallway, you huffed in frustration when you walked back into your closet after Byeol rejected another one of your outfits for the dinner date.Â
âI have nothing else to wear, sweetie, these are all the clothes I have.â you came to terms with a hand coming to your forehead after having searched in despair.Â
The ten year old shakes her head before pushing you out of the way and digging deep into your suitcase. She reveals a delicate piece of material you didnât even realize you packed.Â
âWe got some help from Aunt Sophie and Uncle Hwa to pack you guys clothes that you could wear for a special occasion.â she wiggles her eyebrows, a smug grin on her face as you gap in shock.Â
You inspect the dress, lips parting in disbelief as you feel the material.Â
âI havenât worn this since I was in college.â You uttered softly to yourself.Â
At one longing look of the short dress, you shake your head, walking back into the closet to find something else. âI-I canât wear this Byeol, what would your dad think?â you asked nervously.
âDad said he thinks your boobs looked hot in this dress so Aunt Sophie and I picked it speciallyâ she looks up at you, proud of what she just said. Â
You whip your head around, mouth hanging open in shock.
âByeol! Where did you hear that from?âÂ
She sighs. âDad had one too many drinks this one time and started talking about you guys back in collegeâ she explained before shoving the infamous black dress in your hands.Â
âTalked a lot about how pretty you were,â she draws out her words in a teasing voice. You curse your husband for his mistake.
You bite your lip as you stare down at the fabric in your hands.Â
It was undeniable. You knew you looked amazing in this dress. You could testify from the amount of times Hongjoong ripped it off of you after countless night outâs filled with sexual tension and playful flirting. For god's sake, Eunbyeol and Eunseo couldâve almost had another sibling thanks to that dress.
âFine.â you muttered bashfully, turning away as you walked into the closet to change.Â
âBut Iâm just gonna try it on.â
Thirty minutes, one mental breakdown and too many outfit changes to count later, you walk down the stairs wearing the dress Eunbyeol had successfully persuaded you to wear.Â
What do you know, the kid was right. Your boobs looked amazing in that dress.Â
Not just your boobs, your whole body looked incredible with its strong curves and the beautiful fill it gave to the dress, making it slightly tighter than when you wore it as a twenty year old, but still all the more mature and sophisticated. You really did look hot.
Eunbyeol rushes down the stairs before you, catching up with her sister to inspect her job on their fathers preparation.Â
âWell?â She says expectedly, looking at her dad. âLetâs take a look!â
He sports a simple yet timeless white collar dress shirt, the first few buttons undone as he wears a form fitting black dress-vest that accentuates his waist, dress pants paired to go along with it. Though simple, his silver rings pulled the outfit together, making him just as good looking and sophisticated as you were.Â
Hongjoongâs back faces towards your front, watching as the man nervously shuffles his hands in his pockets.
âHow do I look guys?â He gulps, adjusting his collar and sweeping his blond hair back.Â
Eunseo rolls her eyes, a grin on her proud little face. âDo you even have to ask, dad?â Sheâs more than confident in the outfit she and Seonghwa coordinated together.Â
He chuckles, shaking his head as he nervously tells them.Â
âI want to look good for your mom, you know what I mean? She's a difficult woman to impress sometimes.â
âIâm difficult?â You tease, walking down the last few steps of the stairs.Â
The man turns his head around, losing his breath at the sight of you standing there in front of him, wearing that dress that he hadnât seen you wear for so long, looking breathtaking in every possible way.Â
âHiâ you grinned softly, feeling sort of shy.
The way you fit in that dress made an insatiable hunger fuel inside Hongjoongs chest, eyes gazing at the way you strutted over in the black, lace covered material with your hair tied back and glossed lips turned upwards as your dimples showed. He breaks from his admiration when you quirk a brow at him, making the man almost fall to his knees and stutter uncontrollably.Â
âI-I No I didnât mean that-â
You giggle as you bravely take Hongjoongs hands in your own, shutting him up as you turn to your daughters standing in front of you, starstruck at your aura.Â
âOutside, right?â you winked at them.Â
âRight this way!â Eunseo enthusiastically leads you out back to the outdoor patio, a perfect view of the garden and lakeside coming into effect. Hongjoong slips his hand from yours, and slides it across your waist, pulling you into his side.Â
âMy parents are too coolâ Eunbyeol sighs under her breath, watching from behind in awe.
Your ex-husband makes you swoon when he leans in to whisper softly. âYou look breathtaking, sweetheart.â feeling an immense sense of pride at how lucky he was to make you the mother of his children.Â
You blush, turning to him to whisper playfully back.Â
âNot bad yourself.âÂ
You both look forward when you come to a stop at the patio steps, sheer amazement at the full preparation your daughters did for this event. Fairy lights were hung around the area, a table with two chairs on either side placed with a white table cloth and a bouquet of freshly hand picked flowers from the forest, battery powered candles that were sold at the souvenir shop lit in the middle and glowing softly.Â
Eunbyeol dashes to the door when it rings, making you and Hongjoong furrow your brows.Â
âIs someone here?â he asks, watching Eunseo fold a napkin over her arm like the pro waiter she was. The other one walks out, an oily fast food paper bag in her hands as she smiles. âDinner is served!âÂ
âTurns out that diner 15 minutes away also delivers!â She chuckled, helping her sister plate the two cheeseburgers, fries, and vanilla and strawberry milkshakes.Â
You and Hongjoong continue to watch in stunned amazement as the girls prepare the not exactly gourmet(?) but still impressive meal in front of you, their small hands working swiftly.Â
âYou guys prepared all of this?â You asked, getting a little emotional. They grin proudly, nodding their heads. âWe called the place earlier and planned it all by ourselves!â
You pressed a kiss to each of their soft cheeks, thanking them both as Hongjoong did the same.Â
âWhat did I do to get so lucky with my girls?â he smiles, ruffling their heads.Â
âWhat about you guys?â You asked, watching as they slowly backed away to give you two some privacy.Â
âNatalie and her mom invited us over for dinner and a sleepover tonight at her cottage,â Eunbyeol smiles. At the mention of their newly made friend that they had gotten close to over the week, Hongjoong looks at you then back at them.Â
âWhat? But- â
She cuts him off, rolling her eyes. âHer mom said itâs totally fine with her. Sheâs only two cottages down, and sheâll make sure weâre back in time again for tomorrow when we leave!âÂ
The two girls smile in excitement, though the both of you have your parental instincts kick in.Â
âPlease?â they begged, wanting you to let them go so that they could do this for you guys as much as they wanted to do it for themselves. âSheâs waiting for us now!â
Hongjoong feels guilty. âCâmon, you guys should still join us!â
Eunseo immediately shakes her head, declining the offer.Â
âTonight is all about you guys. We donât want to intrudeâ she chuckles, bumping shoulders with her sister who chips in.
âWeâll text you guys in the middle to let you know everythingâs good of courseâÂ
You and Hongjoong smile, a feeling of immense proudness overwhelming you from seeing your daughters act so grown up. There wasnât anything else you felt grateful for more.Â
âThank you girls.â you muttered softly, watching as they flashed you a wink before hurrying out through the backyard door.Â
âDonât get all kissy in the backyard!â Eunbyeol teases, making cheesy smooching sounds with the back of her hand as her sister rolls her eyes and shoves her out.Â
Before you know it, youâre left standing with just the sound of smooth jazz playing on the patio speakers and the buzzing of the summer cicadas.Â
âShe takes after you, I hope you know thatâ You told Hongjoong softly. Â
He chuckles, âNot as much as you.â He gestures to the table. âShall we?âÂ
And thatâs how the next few hours seem to pass by without even realizing.Â
You see, there was a reason why you fell in love with the man sitting in front of you, and youâre just beginning to remember it now. Being with Hongjoong felt as if the moment was everlasting, and you could testify that from the amount of laughter and deep conversation that was shared over dinner, bringing you to sit on that patio until the sun had set. Every so often youâd smile again at the thought of the twins preparing this all for you.Â
âI donât remember the last time Iâve been on a date like thisâ You blurted out after laughing about something, taking a sip of your strawberry milkshake through a straw.Â
âOh, so weâre going on dates now, are we?â Hongjoong grins, making you roll your eyes at him.Â
You lean forward on the table cloth, watching as a glimmer passes through your husbandâs eyes while he sits back in his chair, cocking his head to the side as he clears his voice.Â
âBut youâve gone on dates after we split, havenât you?â he asks, leaning forward in interest now, letting his chin rest on his palm.Â
You shook your head slowly.
âNope. Not since signing those papersâ you revealed.Â
Hongjoong furrows his brows in surprise. âAnd whyâs that?âÂ
You suddenly didnât have an answer. âI-I donât know, I justâŠâ You began, watching how he looked at you with an unreadable expression. You smiled, looking down and suddenly feeling embarrassed.Â
âI guess I was too focused on running the bridal shop, I couldnât find the time to.â You use as a cliche excuse.Â
âBullshitâ he retorts back immediately.Â
âItâs true!â You protested, throwing a fry at him that he dodges, landing on his finished plate.Â
âYou always did say back when we were younger that you wanted to be a designer. And look at you nowâ he admires, letting the candle lights shine a youthful glow to your face.Â
âYou always said you wanted to become a music producer and write your own songs.â you reciprocated, smiling as you soaked in the presence of one another. âAnd here you are now.âÂ
You think for a moment before asking the same question.Â
âHow about you?âÂ
Hongjoong silently shakes his head as his answer, though silently thinking about something else. The music changes to some old Billy Joel song in the back. You donât realize it, but Hongjoong smiles to himself when he realizes the girls added it to the playlist. Of course they had to, it was one of the songs you played at your wedding.Â
âWhat were we thinking when we got married like that?â You asked out loud, looking at how far youâd both come. You definitely skipped some of the order of the stages of a normal relationship.Â
âI mean, we had no money, no prospects. Hell, we didnât even have a car, Hongjoong!â you realized.
Your husband laughs, sitting straight and letting some skin show through his unbuttoned collar.Â
âWe were youngâ he justifies.Â
âYeah, and stupid too,â you pointed out, feeling the summer breeze pass by. It felt good to sit here like this with him.
You wondered, could sitting here like this with Hongjoong be a regular thing? After this trip, would you be able to walk back into each otherâs lives again like this?Â
As both parents and lovers?
Hongjoong brings up something you wouldnât have expected him to.Â
âDo you remember when we first found out about Eunseo and Eunbyeol?â he questioned softly, looking at you.Â
You blink, taken aback. Suddenly youâre back in your college dorm washroom, sobs wracking through your body as Hongjoong who had only just sent his first few mixtapes to recording stations and companies nearby, pulled you close into his chest, eyeing the two lines left on the counter while he caressed your back. Only twenty years old and figuring out what you wanted to do with your lives, you were suddenly stuck in a sudden situation that had made you feel like your dreams would have been given up on completely.Â
âI do,â you told him, pulling yourself from the memory.Â
âI remember because in that moment I felt like the whole world was caving inâ. You laughed, though it wasnât fully cheerful.
âI donât regret it, thoughâ Hongjoong replies after some thought, gazing at you with truth in his eyes.Â
You shook your head. âOf course. Neither do I.âÂ
It was a blessing to have two beautiful daughters as the product of your love.
âI donât regret you either.â Hongjoong states.
You lock gazes, unable to take your eyes off of his face.Â
âI loved you when I first met you and I still loved you when we divorced,â he says all at once, making your breath hitch and heart waver.Â
âDonât say that.â you tell him, looking away and suddenly reminding yourself youâre still divorced from the man sitting in front of you.Â
How could he still love you after all this time? How could you feel the same about him?
Hongjoong continues, shaking his head as he bites back the lodge in his throat and makes up his mind. He has to tell you.Â
âTruthfully, I donât think Iâll ever stop loving you.âÂ
Donât do this to me you begged silently.
âIâve hurt you just as much as youâve hurt me.â He swallows, thinking back to the times you already knew he was referring to. The times where you fought to the point where there wasnât even anything worth fighting for anymore.Â
âBut you have given me the greatest gifts of my life.â He smiles, holding his tears back.
âAnd for that I will always love you.â
You push your seat from the table, suddenly feeling overwhelmed and wanting to avoid him.
âI canât do this anymore.â you dejected, walking away from the patio and from Hongjoong.
There wasnât anything else you could fake anymore. You couldnât bear to hear the man you once loved, possibly even still love, say these things like he had a dagger lodged in his heart. Didnât he know he was only going to do the same to you?
Hongjoong is quick to catch up, holding onto your wrist and turning you around, that your back collides with the nearest wall inside, pressing your fronts together and closing the distance.
âWhy do you always run away from me? From the possibility of us?â He exclaimed, voice breaking. His heart crushed at the way you turned your head, hot tears already clouding your vision.Â
âBecause âusâ canât happen again, Hongjoong!â You cried, staring up at the man you once promised your life to.
âDonât you get it? Us going on this trip isnât a sign to get back together. What would we do seven years after breaking up?â
âWe could do itâ He states firmly, staring you down, both your chests heaving.
You bite your tears back again. âNo we couldnât, honey. We would be pretending to think we solved our marriage. What would we do about our daughters? After putting them through our constant fightingâ â
He slams his lips to your own, shutting you up as you painfully resist his touch. Your hands came up to push him away, but at the sudden gesture, youâre already giving in and sobbing softly, letting him hold you for just one last time.Â
Your lips mold so perfectly, it almost hurts how much you missed this feeling. To have him slot his arms around your waist, pull you in close, and cherish you. You almost forgot this feeling.Â
He pulls away softly, watching your lashes flutter, pleading to you for a chance as he leans closer, making your breath hitch.Â
âWe could be together as a family again,â he states firmly, your name leaving his lips in a desperate plea. âWe never know if we tryââ
You drown out his words, looking up with tears falling as you cut him off.Â
âSeven years ago I gave you those papers to sign, thinking that you wouldâve chased after me,âÂ
Hongjoong holds his breath, watching as the next words stumble from your mouth.Â
âI realize now, how stupid I was to think that.â
âI didnât know you wanted me to chase youâ
Shoving his chest away while mustering the last of your strength you uttered. âOf course I wanted you to chase me.â You let go of his hands. âItâs too late either wayâ, walking away from the defeated man.
Hongjoong stands alone near the patio entrance, watching his tears fall to the wooden floorboards. Holding the ring he had kept hidden in his trouser pocket, he plays with it in his fingers, silently wishing he had given it to you sooner.Â
It rains the next morning on your departure back to the city. Perfect, considering it reflects the sudden storm of utter depression that falls upon your family. Long gone are the cheerful giggles and longing stares that were shared between you and Hongjoong during the ride to the cottage.Â
There was no room for that, not after last night.
Eunbyeol and Eunseo sat slumped in the backseat, rain hitting the roof of the car as they mindlessly played on their cell phones. Really, they were peeking from behind every so often and watching their parents sit in the front seat with tension so thick, you couldâve cut it with a knife.Â
What had they done wrong? They planned the trip, the activities, the dinnerâ it was all perfect. And yet why were you still fighting with each other?Â
These questions racked in their brains, baffled to have witnessed the sight of their parents refusing to talk to each other after walking back from their friends' sleepover.Â
Eunbyeol and Eunseo felt as useful as matchmakers without a couple, feeling their efforts all gone down the drain.Â
At the sudden ring of your cell phone, you pick up, answering at the voice of your assistant.Â
âIâm driving back up right nowâ
Hongjoong continues focusing on the road, the occasional wiping of rain from the windshield wipers on the front window.Â
âYes. Thatâs okay, I'll take care of it.â You muttered, glancing at the rear view mirror for a moment. Your twin daughters immediately sigh, having an idea of what to expect when you say those familiar words.Â
âThanks for letting me know.âÂ
You hang up the phone,Â
âOne of us isnât going with you, are we?â Eunseo asks, making you look back at her with a sigh.Â
âNo, youâre notâ You confess, apologetic. âIâm sorry honey. I really am.â
You look back facing the front, swallowing as you told Hongjoong.Â
âYouâll have to drop me off at the studio. Some things arenât working out with the client so they need me to come in and take care of it.â
He nods, unphased as he continues to look straight.Â
âWill you be fine with the girls?â You asked carefully, watching them as they were slumped in the backseat.
Hongjoong grips the wheel before turning to you.Â
âIâll be fine. Donât worry about itâ sending a small smile, though it doesnât fully reach his eyes.Â
The twins thank god that at least neither of them had to choose to go back home with either parent.Â
They wouldâve hated that more.Â
After barely being able to depart and say goodbye to your daughters in front of your studio, holding them close for a warm embrace and thanking them for an unforgettable weekend, Hongjoong drives off with his daughters, an empty feeling cascading his thoughts. He puts on a smile still, trying to cheer up his girls.Â
âWhat do you want to do first when we go home? Want to unpack and then eat? We can eat and then unpack. Or we could- â
Eunseo crosses her arms, having been fed up for far too long.
âDad, you must be out of your mind.âÂ
Hongjoong stills, furrowing his brows and peeking at the first born who crosses her arms, holding an attitude.Â
âEunseo, what are you- âÂ
âYouâre telling me you and Mom just spent a whole entire week together at the cottage, had the best time of your lives since separating with one another, and now youâre just going to go back to not speaking or talking to each other again?â
Hongjoong blinks at his daughterâs sudden outburst, already making a turn into the driveway of his house. Â
Eunbyeol now reciprocates her twin, looking at her dad as she slouches beside him, coming near the front seat area.Â
âSheâs got a point dad. Do you really just not love mom anymore?â She worries, looking up at him genuinely concerned.Â
Hongjoong doesnât know how to answer these sudden questions right now, stuttering to reply.
âMe and your mother are fine!â He lies, trying to reassure them. âThat trip wasnât just for us, it was also for you two to enjoyâ â
Eunseo asks the million dollar question.Â
âIf you still love Mom, why are you letting her go a second time?âÂ
With the engine turned off, it's gone silent. Two pairs of eyes staring at their father, awaiting his response.Â
âWell? Are you going to chase after her or not?!â Eunbyeol groans, her fathers lack of response making her pull her hair.Â
They were right. How could he have made the same stupid mistake twice?
Hongjoong struggles to put the keys back in the engine, telling them to put their seat belts back on. Their eyes begin to glow with hope.
âDo you girls mind staying at your uncleâs for a bit?â He asks hurriedly, punching into his cell phone to call his brother for a favor as he pulls out of the driveway. Eunbyeol squeals, hands clamping over her mouth as her sister speaks on behalf of them both.Â
âDad, if you donât drop us off and get your butt over to momâs right away, Iâm gonna report you to child services.â she threatens, watching as he steps on the accelerator, heart pumping so fast as he smiles through the rear view mirror.
You sighed, holding up your cellphone to your ear.Â
âCall me once she approves the design then,â you told your assistant through the receiver, one hand looking over the sheets of paper, highlighting the changes to the new blueprint.Â
âAlright then, bye.âÂ
After hanging up the phone, you rubbed your temples, head pounding as you tucked the files back into the folder.Â
The clock in your studio showed the hands about to reach seven pm. A few hours had already passed since coming back from your trip to the cottage, trying to forget everything by burying your focus into the new dress prints a client of yours requested, remodeling them after the original was rejected.Â
Fingers worked away swiftly, comparing textiles and fabrics as you looked at the piles of papers and messy sticky notes in front of you. But yet the gears in your mind seemed to churn achingly slow, sighing as you repeatedly told yourself the same thing.Â
Just focus on the dress, focus on the dress, focus on the dress.
Donât think about him.Â
The task is impossible. Your mind canât help but slip back to what your relationship has become with Hongjoong, and what you were going to do now that those seven days were over. For so long you had deprived yourself from indulging in your love life, prioritizing taking care of Eunseo and Eunbyeol while juggling your job as a designer. Had you been doing it all wrong?Â
Hongjoongâs words repeat in your head like a broken record player.Â
I will always love you
Lies. That promise couldnât be kept. Your divorce was a clear outcome of it. You and Hongjoong were two people not meant for one another. You were too different, all you would do is hurt one another, make life an unbearable living hellâ
And yet you missed him. You missed Hongjoong so much.Â
What was fucking keeping you from loving him? Was it your stubbornness? Was it really the fact that he didnât chase after you? Or was it none of that and just your own self being stupid?
The front door of the studio opens, pulling you from your thoughts as you got back to the sketches. You called up from your desk as you worked quietly.Â
âThe studios closed for the- â
Heavy breathing. The man who just walked in catches his breath from dashing out of his car and up the three flights of stairs, driving through almost an hour of traffic in pouring rain to be here in this moment with you.
âHongjoong?â
Heâs drenched, making a mess on the floor of the studio as the droplets fall softly one by one.Â
Suddenly he's striding over to where youâre sitting in long steps before slamming his lips against yours. The kiss throws you off guard, the shock of his cold hands cradling your face makes you close the gap unknowingly.Â
Linking your arms around his neck while kissing back passionately, you let your hands rest on his shoulders, pulling back for air as you panted heavily, catching your breaths and looking at each other with pure love and lust.Â
âWhy are you here?â you asked, feeling dumb because your heart already knew the answer. His hands wrap around your waist, desperate as if you would leave him again.Â
But heâs just so fucking tired of that now. He just wants to love you now.
âI lost you once.â He breathes, eyes watering.
âIâm not going to lose you againâ.Â
Suddenly, everything that kept you from being with each other is thrown away.Â
That hate, that fear, everything is gone because you realize you still needed each other. Youâre still the same twenty year old couple standing in that dorm washroom, holding each other close and knowing itâll be okay because at least you had each other.Â
You grasp onto his damp shirt, pulling him down with such force that your lips meet again, taking charge as you finally allowed him to have you.Â
âYouâre a fucking idiotâ you whined between kisses, curses escaping your lips when he softly bites the flesh of your neck to test the waters. âI hope you know thatâ
He agrees wholeheartedly, nodding as if he was already getting pussydrunk.
âIâm an idiotâ he mumbles to himself, letting it escape his lips like a mantra. Well, he was stupid enough to only chase after you this late, so if his wife told him he was an idiot, then so he was.
âLet me prove how much I love you,â a hand comes to graze near the collar of your shirt.Â
You gasped, watching as Hongjoong lifted you from your seat and rutted his hips against your core pathetically, your ass digging into the edge of the table.
âHere?â Your eyes widened, watching his expression turn dark. He presses kisses on your collarbone, making your hands grasp the wood for support. âHongjoong wait,â you exhaled in a deep breath, heart beating against your chest.
But he doesnât give a shit. Heâs tired of waiting.Â
âItâs been too fucking longâ he protests, ripping your top off. Youâre dizzy from how abruptly heâs stripping you, latching onto his shoulders for support as you wobble from him unzipping your jeans and pushing them down, exposing you in nothing but your underwear and bra.Â
And like the good little whore you are, you immediately spread your legs, letting Hongjoong get a view of the embarrassingly wet patch leaking through your panties as heâs crouched down to let you step out of the denim near your ankles.
Holy fucking shit
You stand bashfully, toes curling from how exposed and vulnerable you were being the only one naked.Â
âPlease?â you asked nicely, letting your foot rest on his shoulder as your pussy was now on full display for him.
You donât have time to even finish the last word before Hongjoong dives in, lapping at your soaking cunt and humming in pure ecstasy at the taste. The muffled vibrations make you throw your head back, tugging on his locks to shove his face further.Â
Hongjoongâs hands press into your thighs that cage his head in, leaving a grip that you guarantee with littering the flesh with red splotchy bruises. Did you mind? Not at all.
When his tongue pokes at the gummy flesh of your walls, you let out a full moan, echoing throughout the studio as the air begins to smell like sex.Â
âRight there, yesâ you urged him, leg beginning to shake from how weak it was getting.Â
He's so invested, you fear he might suffocate any longer if he doesnât pull back for air. So you grasp his head, pushing him away from his meal while you both gasped lightly.
You watch him wipe his slick covered chin with the back of his hand, not breaking eye contact as he stares.Â
âYou were just begging to be fucked for all these years, werenât you sweetheart?â He teases.Â
Though you wanted him to lap at your juices until you came, you knew you needed to still feel his cock inside after so long.Â
Your fingers played with the hem of your underwear, smiling back at your husband.Â
âAnd you were just begging to get a taste of this pussy, werenât you, Joong?â wiping that smug grin off his face.
âLay down for meâ he demands, getting up so that one hand finds its way to the back of your bra to unclasp it. The other clears half your desk covered in wedding dress blueprints and sketches, making sure nothing would make you uncomfortable before he fucked you on that mahogany surface so all youâd remember would be his name.Â
And people said romance was dead.Â
When the bra slides off and your bare back hits your desk, you suddenly realize what Hongjoongâs intention was when he ordered you to do that.Â
Soft mounds spill out as your breasts take their natural form, giving Hongjoong the perfect view of your tits. Pervert.Â
He immediately latches his tongue on a nipple, taking his hand and playing with the other, twisting painfully.Â
A cry escapes your lips, parting them open as you let him play with them as much as he wanted to. He smiles against the motherfuckers, knowing that shut you up perfectly.Â
âAre you ready for me to fuck you now?â
âPlease, Joong, I need youâ you whined, submitting yourself to your husband. He already knows youâre in need of one last kiss, coming up to give his wife what she wants by slotting his lips against yours again, this time much harsher.Â
âTell me so that I treat you good, babyâ he mumbles, pulling back and making you clench your thighs together. He undoes his shirt in the meantime, unbuckling his belt and pressing a sweet kiss to your cheek when you sobbed.Â
âFuck me, pleaseâÂ
His fingers slide your panties to the side to press his aching tip to your wet core.Â
âLike this?â He teases.
âInside, Hongjoongâ you emphasized, meaning what you said with the way your nails dug into a pile of papers nearby. Biting your lip from how sensitive and needy your cunt was.Â
âI know, I know,â he murmured, smiling to himself after messing with you.Â
âI just missed this pretty cuntâ before in one strong thrust, Hongjoongâs bulging tip enters inside your walls, giving you a stretch you forgot how much you loved. You whined softly.Â
âShitâ he curses, relishing how the buildup finally led to this moment.Â
The man is ravenous, but heâs genuinely trying his best to ease the painful stretch as you adjust to his thickness, nipping your neck in a trail of hickeys and love bites posessively.
With every thrust he makes, you arch your back, pencils and papers shuffling near by you.Â
âFucking look at my wifeâ he admires proudly, watching the woman he loves bounce her tits at every thrust of his cock.Â
âSâtoo muchâ you caved in, shaking your head at the stimulation.Â
You claw at his arms, head turning to the side as your eyes roll back from pleasure.Â
âI know, mama, I knowâÂ
He grabs a tit in his left hand, the right one coming down to play with your clit, pressing slow circles near where you were connected.Â
âFuck, I missed theseâ He rasps, savouring the feeling of your soft flesh in his hand, making you throw your head back.Â
âMissed how they looked when you were pregnantâ he says, thinking of how ethereal you looked when you were knocked up with his kids.Â
âGod, at this point Iâm gonna get you fucking pregnant againâ Hongjoong grunts, snapping his hips deliriously back and forth. He envisions you round and full, fulfilling his inner fantasy.Â
âShut up.â You spat, breaking the mood as you bit your lip to suppress a moan. He almost laughs when you then crane your hips back to give him easier access to keep penetrating you. The desk shuffles.Â
âYour mouth is saying one thing, honey, but your body is saying something elseâÂ
After hearing his words, you suck him in further, both of you now getting close.Â
âMâclose. Mâso close!â you whimpered, sitting up so that now Hongjoong could hold you in his arms, caging your body so his cock could stuff you better.Â
Your mouth hangs open in silent bliss, hands scratching his back. You leaned into his ear, making the final chord inside him snap.Â
âMake me cum, daddyâÂ
And just like that, youâre clenching around Hongjoongâs massive cock as a creamy white ring begins to form. Hot ropes fill you up inside, tangled in a sweaty mess as he purrs, caressing the back of your head again in habit.Â
âSo fucking good, sweetheart. You did so good for meâ
The sounds of your breathing fill the studio, a pencil or two rolling quietly away on the ground from being shoved off the desk. He shakes his head when you try to pull your sweaty bodies away, hair sticking to your neck but feeling the way he refuses.Â
âJust let me love you,â he mumbles into your shoulder, dick softening inside you. âJust for a moment.â
Youâre too tired to say anything back, so you finally give in.Â
Seven years passed by you two without even realizing how much you still loved each other. Though you wouldnât be able to get that time back, for once, there was something that you and Hongjoong agreed upon.Â
You had no intention of wasting that time any more.Â
đđđđđđđđ:
Months later, and it still takes everything in Eunbyeol and Eunseo hearts to not scream at the sight of their parents when they walk hand in hand, smiling happily in public as they pick their daughters up from the first day of school.Â
The girls jump into their parentâs embrace, eying the two silver rings they now wore proudly together.Â
âHow was school, darlings?â Hongjoong asks, pressing a kiss to Eunseo and Eunbyeol.Â
âIt was fun! We watched a documentary about lovebirdsâ she smiled, looking back up. You laughed softly.
âWhich reminded me to tell you,â she grins, watching as you, her sister, and father all looked at her.Â
âI hope you know that getting you and dad back together was my plan from the start.â she confesses, smirking at Eunbyeol who scoffs, crossing her arms.Â
âNuh uh, this was my idea first!âÂ
Before her sister could yell at her twin, you jumped in.Â
âPlan? What plan?â You asked quizzically, both you and Hongjoong standing there confused.
âTo get you guys to fall back in love again, of course!â Eunseo smiles, both her and her sister now giggling softly together. Â
âHow am I just finding out that there was a plan?â Hongjoong mutters, scratching his neck in confusion. You turned to the two girls, stopping in your tracks on your way to the car
âWhen did you two even think of all this?â grinning in astonishment as you felt Hongjoong slot his hand and intertwine it with yours. It felt natural now.
âYeah, I'm curious tooâ he states, leaning close and becoming intrigued.
Your daughters look at each other before smiling.Â
âItâs a long story.â
But at last, time is something you finally now have as a reunited family of four, walking back to your car, holding hands with a twin on each side.
Listening carefully, as your daughters start from the very beginning.
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KARMA !
â brat taming the jjk men feat. choso kamo, kento nanami, toji fushiguro.
WARNINGS. femdom!reader, f!reader (she/her), brat taming, cock slaps, crying, handjob, choking, p in v, riding, overstim, lingerie, lollll slotted toji out :33, recording, finger sucking. ( 2k ) note. hellloooooo hope u all enjoy this. i had fun writing bc i loveee the idea of making big strong men crumble mhmhmhm. anywaysss reblogs are appreciated thank youuu love u all. repost bc last night it didnât show in the tags đ but i edited it and added alottt so if you already saw it feel free to read again !! ty
ᯠᥣđ© CHOSO KAMO
âmaâ make mâ ooohh fuck. waiâwaitâ his voice trembled so cutely that it was barely coherent, crumbling into a pretty whine that drowns out his pathetic attempt (if you could even call it that) at being a defiant little brat, making you giggle, your slicked up thumbs pushing and rubbing down on the slit of his leaky tip, sending jolts of pain masked as pleasure up his bony spine, âmake you?â
immediately he knows heâs fucked up. the air between you growing thick.
he didnât know what came over him, really. maybe he had been watching too much porn, fantasizing too much, because the idea of getting tamed by youâ god, just the thought of getting put in his place, turned him on so much. so, so much.
but having to actually disobey you, he couldnât. he believes he was only put on this earth to serve you and please you. to be good. his head hurriedly shakes side to side, making each strand of ravened silky hair jump and dance before resting to frame his flushed face, ââm sorry didnât meââ
you land a heavy, hard slap to his cock, the sound pounding in his flushed ears blending with the beat of his heart, making his body tense up and jerk underneath you. his breaths come out in ragged little gasps, each one such a struggle as his fuzzy brain short circuits under your warm palms.
it really is cute, you think. cute how easy it is to break him. the pretty tears that drip down his puffed-up, blushed cheeks remind you of that. heâs choking on his sobs when you move to cup his face and kiss the corners of his eyes, and his cheeks. crying and sniffling because he hates when youâre mad. hates disappointing you.
ââm sorry, i donâtâ just wanna be so good for you. iâll beâ wanna be your good boy.â
âi know,â you coo, petting him like the pretty pet he is, âwanna try again for me, hm?â
and oh, heâs nodding so sweetly, cock throbbing for you, his big glassy eyes heart-shaped, staring up. so ready to be yours, ready to be the good boy youâve trained him to be.
so you tell him again, âfuck my fists, make yourself cum, pretty boy. and look me in my eyes.â
his hips buck up, the salty tears on his cheeks warming and dried as he uses your sticky hands like a fleshlight, whining prettily when you tighten your grip around him, ââm sorryâ he babbles over and over, drooling out the corners of his parted puffy lips.
heâs so good. staring into the blown pupils of your pretty eyes without fault, like you told him to. because you told him to.
and his thighs burn, his legs shaking and trembling against the silky sheets as he gets closer and closer. the pain almost urging him on, âare you gonna cum for me? baby? gonna give it all to me hm?â
âyes, pleâ please. please, can i cum canââ
you pull your hands off him.
drawing out the prettiest whine to ever be heard. like a song of the angels. his head falling back against the wooden headboard, hips bucking up in search of something to ease the ache that overwhelms in his tummy. those hot tears making a special reappearance.
âaww baby,â you hum, feigning sympathy, massaging his warmâ full, heavy balls, âdid you really think youâd get to cum after that, hm? did you?â
his eyes widen in desperation, disappointment. he tries to speak, to plead, to beg, but all that comes out are broken little sobs and whimpers.
the look on his face is almost pitiful. furrowed brows, pout, and his mouth hangs open.
you bend to lean in closer, your breath so warm against the shell of his sensitive ear, âyou have to earn it, baby. good boys get rewarded. brats get punished.â
for you, he nods weakly, his voice barely a whisper as he chokes, âiâll be so good, proâ promise. please, let me cum. let me show you how good i amâ
so pretty. your fingers slip down to massage his aching balls, applying just enough pressure to keep him on that edge he loves to dangle over without giving him the sweet, sweet release he craves. ânuh uh, not yet,â you hum softly, your tone both firm but oh so gentle. âshow me how much you want it.â
his hips buck up involuntarily, humping the air in search of your gripâ relief, eyes locking onto yours, colored irises filled with adoration. heâs completely at your mercy, every nerve and ending in his body on fire, every muscle tensed up in anticipation.
and you can see the struggle in his eyes. itâs really a beautiful sight, and you savor every moment of it. âthatâs it,â mumuring, âkeep looking at me like that. show me how much you need it.â
his breaths come in short little, ragged gasps, his chest heaving and caving, thighs burning from fucking the air.
but finally, after what feels like an eternity, you decide to grant him some mercy, your hands moving back around his throbbing cock, stroking him just how he likes it, âcum for me, pretty boy,â you command, a soft, seductive purr. âgive it all to me.â
with a strangled, gargled cry, he obeys. his body convulsing, every muscle tightening as he finally, finally finds his release, his cum spilling all over your hands in thick, hot, sticky spurts. and heâs so obedient, his eyes remaining locked on yours, even as his vision blurs and fuzes with pleasure.
âthere you go,â you whisper, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. âsuch a good boy.â
ᯠᥣđ© KENTO NANAMI
the tie that usually wrapped snug around the collar of nanamiâs shirt adding that signature pop of yellow to his suits now decorates his flushed neck, constricting it, the tail of it clutched tightly in your fists as you ride his cock, your hips rolling and jerking against him relentlessly.
thick cum drips down to his balls, pooling underneath him, a swirl of your mess and his. heâs cum twoâno, four? he doesnât even know how many loads heâs stuffed into your warm cuntâ or how many youâve forced and sucked out of him, his cock so sensitive it fucking hurts, every time you snap back down on him sending poky jolts of overstimulation through his entire body.
âfuâfuck, honey, please. i donât haveâ nghâ donât have anything left to give. fuckinâ drained me alreadyâ canâtââ
you tug on the silky fabric, making him choke on his words, gargling on warm, foamy spit. his hands reaching to grab at the curve of your waist, but heâs flinching, remembering how you said, no touching. remembering why heâs in the position in the first place.
because he doesnât listen.
refused to keep his hands to himself, your body begging to be touched, in his words. as if he didnât take you seriously, just kept grabbing at you, digging his slim fingers into your plush skin.
so, obviously, thereâs some sort of misunderstanding .. some sort of disconnect. he must have forgotten who was in charge.
you donât even give him a response, ignoring the prickly burn in your thighs to fuck him dumb. maybe then, ironically, heâll learn how to act. each jerk of your hips move to push him further to the edge, to remind him of his place.
his body is weak, just sitting pretty, twitchy, letting you do as you please, sweetly hiccuping under your frame, âhahâ please, my fucking god iâ iâm sorryâ heâs all gone and sucked up, cock crying, drooling pathetic tears of salty cum in your cruel walls. sweat peppering his forehead, slicking the ridges of his chest, making him glisten.
âplease, iâm fucking begging iâllâ hah, wonât disobey you again. iâllâ iâll be good. iâll be yoursâ
aw, there it is.
and you hum, stilling your hips, letting his cock fill you all the way up, âmhm thatâs all i needed to hear. now give me onee more load. just one. know you can do it pretty boy, give it to meâ
even though his body is spent, just the true definition of exhaustion, he responds, his pretty cock twitching inside you as he drags against his own warm cum in your spongy walls. and it doesnât take long before heâs giving into you. balls so empty, just a few little spurts drooling out, but it feels just as intense, maybe even more than any of his other orgasms. âgood boyâ
ᯠᥣđ© TOJI FUSHIGURO
âtojâ my pretty boyâ your finger draws across the pink lacy lingerie that does a pathetic job of covering his cock. poking out, leaking and drooling all over the fabric, almost ripping through it with just how hard he is, âyou look so good like thisâ
he grunts, blush growing across his cheeks, a deep, deep crimson, turning his head to avoid your gaze, avoid your phone brightly flashing, recording him.
âso hard too, awâ mumuring, you move closer, recording every detail of how he bulges through the set you so perfectly picked out for him. the pink complementing his tanned skin so well, truly a work of art âtouch yourself for meâ
another grunt escapes his lips, and heâs fidgeting, dragging his balls against the bed, rutting like a fucking dog, pulling at the ropes that hold and confine him, caging him against himself, âneed your ..â
âyeah, need what?â you prompt with a smile, watching through your screen how he struggles to say it, pouting as his brows furrow up.
âneed your helpâ
theres a wicked little glint in your eyes, pulling back at the stretchy band of the pretty underwear, letting go so it snaps back against the sensitive underside of his thick cock, making him whine, his broad body shaking and twitching, muscles clenching up.
humming, you bring your palm to his face, telling him to lick, and he listens, immediately.
licking a long stripe up your warm palm, but oh, he gets carried away. stretching to wrap his scarred lips around your fingers, bobbing his head up and down, drool dripping down from around his pursed lips, letting his tongue lay flat. âlook at you, so eagerâ
he comes off with a pop, smirking because he knows you love when heâs so good like this for you.
you press your slick fingers against his covered perky nipples, watching as he twitched, before moving to stoke him through the pretty lingerie, âdonât fuâfucking teaseâ
you ignore him, let him get away with the little back talk because he just looks toooo cute, eyes all big, looking up into the flash of the camera, leaking through the lingerie like such a pretty boy. all for you.
you flick your wrist faster, leaning to spit on his clothed cock, sending thousands of shivers up the nerves on his spine, making him croon, his ass raising up off the bed to buck into your palms, giving the camera such a good show.
âgonna cum, shitâ iâm so close. fuckâ pleaseâ
heâs babbling, his voice all high and whiney.
âmhm go ahead, babyâ
with a final, desperate thrust, heâs shooting against the fabric, babbling your name as it oozes through making a sticky little mess before youâre leaning down to lap at his clad tip. to clean him up.
then you come off him, stopping the video. and tojis looking up at you through glassy eyes as you press against your phone, smiling.
âwhatâ hah, what are you doingâ
âsending it to shiuâ
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à±šà§ Ë àŁȘâč brat-tamer!toji
authors note: no thots, just him. this is just pure smut, sorry lollllll. need him so bad u donât understand. with that being said, minors dni, 18+ ! thank you for the love on my first few posts! i appreciate it all of it <3 i'm not ignoring my messages btw, just extremely busy with my studies! âĄ
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brat-tamer!toji who notices you acting up and simply asks, âcranky because you ainât got dick today?â
brat-tamer!toji who only looks at you with a raised brow and (huge) arms across his chest when you purposely try to piss him off. so cute.
brat-tamer!toji who purposely puts his entire body weight on top of you when you beg him to stop due to overstimulation. he tugs you even closer, just laughing in your face.
brat-tamer!toji who stops thinking coherent thoughts when he sees you in a sundress.
brat-tamer!toji who rewards your good behavior with head (lets you squirt) and also punishes your bad behavior with head (denies you relief, gives in eventually, sometimes).
brat-tamer!toji who loooovessssss shoving your face into the pillow while you whine, pant, and moan. he loves to put your head into a headlock with his bicep, as drool escapes your lips, and youâre babbling like an idiot while heâs hitting it from the back.
brat-tamer!toji who casually lifts you up and fucks you in the air as if just anyone can do it. âsuch a perfect little pocket pussy,â he snickers.
brat-tamer!toji who gets you cock drunk so often (heâs starting to think that itâs your normal state).
brat-tamer!toji who likes to make you count every time he spanks the fat of your ass when arched up across his lap. slap! â24âŠâ you say with a slight moan, biting your bottom lip in, as he soothes the red outline forming on your cheek. he grins above you, âshouldâve known a cock-bent whore like you would take this as pleasurable rather than punishment.â
brat-tamer!toji who makes a safe word with you early on (which you tease him for doing so early, he only tsks because he knows YOU know how much you mean to him and he puts your well-being above anything else).
brat-tamer!toji who has a hidden collection of pictures on his phone with you smiling, his cum decorating your face.
brat-tamer!toji who grips your face in the middle of a make out session, pulling away as he notices your fucked out, panting expression. âopen.â you quickly open up your mouth as he slowly lets spit hit onto your tongue. he lightly chuckles. âobedient slut.â you look at him, eyebrows furrowed and eyes wanting more. âswallow.â
brat-tamer!toji who finds his favorite position to be when his massive balls are hitting your clit and he mercilessly pounds, abusing your little cunt from the back as he strings profanity out of his mouth. or a full nelson where he just tells you to, âshut the fuck up and take it.â or even a mating press where he can pummel his cum into you while seeing your face contort in pure bliss. ây-yeah. âust let loose. go dumb on this dick.â
brat-tamer!toji who regularly calls you; âslut, (needy or cock) whore, vixen, pretty, disgusting, (stupid) bitch, brat, bad girl, good girl, perfect, beautiful, gorgeous, princess, angel, (sex or fuck) toy, doll, bunny, cum-slut, cum-dumpster, sugar⊠etcâ
brat-tamer!toji who gets annoyed at your endless ramblings about your day, he sighs and tells you to get on your knees. you promptly do that, but to push his buttons you donât stop rambling on and on and on. somehow, this man manages to get his 8 (girthy) inches down your throat. âcant complain with my cock in your mouth, huh?â he only smirks as you become teary-eyed, moaning a little at his statement, lapping your tongue up and down like a starving dog. he throws his head back, forearms supporting him while you bob your head back and forth on his thick length. âhey⊠never said that my cock doesnât appreciate your tongue. sâch a good girl when you do what youâre made for. unh!â
brat-tamer!toji who presses against you into a mirror, his broader, massive frame encasing you while he stares into your soul. âi-i donât understand what i did?â you look up at him feigning innocence, batting your eyelashes. fingers caress his forearms, down his hard bicep, and lightly trace his hardened outline. his eyes never leave yours, a stern, menacing look to the average person, but you can tell heâs about to have you praying for mercy in another way. âof course you donât understand what you did.â you whine slightly when his fingers suddenly grab a fist full of your hair, burning your scalp, his voice turns mockingly softer. âall you know in that pretty, empty, head of yours is just fucking. nothing else.â he quickly releases you, eliciting a gasp, magically flipping you around in an instant so youâre staring at yourself in the mirror now. âtold you not to play with yourself until i came home. but you just haaad to be difficult.â he gripped the vibrator in one hand that was tucked away, pressing it against your lips. âspit.â you spat on it, eyes full of want. he only snickered and smirked. âgood luck thinking Iâm going to let you cum. stare in the mirror while I do this.â he turned the toy on, a vibrating tune humming throughout the room. âneed you to realize how pathetic you look begging.â you gasped slightly, âb-but-" he proceeds to pry your legs apart with one massive thigh, his hand gripping the front of your neck, forcing you to look at yourself in the mirror. âpush your skirt up. you lost your right to cum, stupid whore. cum without permission, see what happens.â
brat-tamer!toji who loves to fuck you on his fingers. he loves the lewd noise it makes while ramming his two middle fingers in and out, or up and down. he loves to see your jaw go slack as you beg him to stop. âi-itâs⊠uhhhhhh! t-to- ah! -ji, toooooo-uhhh much!â he never loses focus, âyeah? yeah?â he presses his hand on your lower abdomen, âquite honestly, donât care what you think.â he only licks his lips, his scarred lip grins with anticipation to finally taste you when you unfold.
brat-tamer!toji who degrades you like itâs a living but LIVES for your filthy mouth. he loves that you talk back, heâll never admit it. he loves putting cum sluts like you in their place.
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brat-tamer!toji who weirdly⊠gets needy at times when you finish. heâll hold you from behind, shutting his eyes while his arms are wrapped around, practically glued to your torso, the backside of your body molds perfectly to the front of his. legs intertwined, your head against his chest, a moment of pure bliss shared between you two. âwho knew the big bad toji likes to cuddle?â âshut up.â
(silly toji! i need him to ruin me)
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MANEATER | SIM JAEYUN (M)
PAIRING: virgin!jake x yn (femreader)
SYNOPSIS: in which jake is tired of being a virgin and you're asked to help him out.
WARNINGS: smut so MDNI! vrignity loss, oral (m and f receiving), unprotected sex (be safe out there), creampie, riding, multiple orgasms, etc. cursing, words like slut/whore, BARELY PROOFREAD
WC: 5k, lowercase intended
MESSAGE FROM NIC: here it finally is!! (sorry for the delay) my first piece of smut,,, hope it's what everyone imagined đ (also tysm for 2k notes on the teaser ahh!!) big thank u to my stella, @karinasbaby for encouraging this fic, one of my biggest supporters ilysm. pls be kind as this is something new for me BUT feedback is super appreciated, tell me what u liked and didn't like! (respectfully) also reblogs would be nice as well so feel free to drop one. love u guys sm đ«¶đŒ
jake sim was a virgin. a pitiful, pitiful virgin. and itâs not like he was ugly. not even close to that. jake was an attractive guy, easy on the eyes. and his flirting? a real smooth talker he was.
it was as if 2000s chad michael murray possessed his very soul every single time he would chat up a girl at a party or in class.Â
so why couldn't he ever close the deal? how did he find himself in a steamy makeout session one second and then the next the girl is storming out of the room in disgust. every. single. time.
oh yea, because he was a fucking virgin. a pitiful, pitiful virgin.Â
it seemed like girls these days wanted a man in charge. someone who could help them live out their fifty shades of grey fantasies. jake would like to think he could do that for them but how could he ever learn if no one wanted to give him the time of day? what happened to the girls that would spread their legs for anything and anyone?
all jake needed was one chance. one chance to stick his dick in a hole and he can move on with his life.Â
his friends didn't make it any better either. he was getting tired of hearing all about their wild sexcapades every week and having nothing to contribute to the conversation.
but they donât intentionally leave him out or make him feel bad about his lack of experience. they even try getting him with their past hookups because you know, sharing is caring right?Â
âdude no way you fumbled sora. sheâs a real slut i was so sure she would let you hit,â sunghoon says as heâs unwrapping his sandwich then taking a bite. âbro i didn't fumble anything. it's the same shit every time, once i tell them im a virgin they dip,â jake responds while he steals sunghoonâs sandwich and takes a bite for himself.
sunghoon doesn't even argue, his best friend is clearly in distress and is need of some food. âshe started ranting about how she doesnt âdoâ virgins because they get attached and she thinks im gonna become obsessed with her or something.â
âwhy do you even tell them youâre a virgin in the first place? if that's the issue why even say anything at all?â heeseung questions with a mouth full of the same sandwich that somehow now ended up in his hands.
âbecause if he cums in .2 seconds then the girls are gonna think heâs a bad fuck. there's no winning here.â jake nods in agreement with jay's statement as he watches jay snatch the sandwich from heeseung and finish it off.
this is what is so beautiful about their friendship. they share everything with each other, the main things being girls and food. unfortunately for jake, bites of food is all he gets.
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âoh fuck!â jakes pants while bucking his hips forward. vision blurry, drool pooling around the corner of his mouth. he genuinely feels like his soul is leaving his body and he wasnât sure this was even real life anymore. to ground himself and bring him back to reality, he tries looking around the room to find something to distract him.
he doesnât want to cum embarrassingly fast and he does NOT want to be seen as a bad fuck. out of the corner of his eye he spots a baby yoda squishmallow in the corner of the room, its sparkly eyes watching jake get his dick sucked for the first time.
itâs kind of weird but he finds comfort in the plushie and focuses on it to keep him from fucking exploding.Â
now you might be wondering how he got here. in a hot girlâs room getting what he swears is the best head in his life (not that he has anything to compare it to.) the answer is jay, his best friend in the entire world who he now owes his first born to.Â
âher nameâs yn. just text her and ask when she wants to meet. i told her you were a virgin already so donât worry about that,â jay explains as heâs scrolling through your profile showing jake what you look like.
silky, flowy hair, curves to die for. to say youâre gorgeous would be an understatement. the whole ordeal seemed too good to be true.
âshe wants to fuck me? even after hearing iâm a virgin?â jake asks after grabbing his milk tea from the counter and walking towards a table.
jay simply nods and throws a look towards sunghoon, signaling him to explain the rest as they all take a seat. âyea thatâs kind of her thing. she loves virgins. like, her body count consists of only virgins.â
jake was perplexed by the situation. surely heâd hear about a beautiful woman who only drops her panties for inexperienced guys roaming their campus.
heeseung then speaks up, as if reading jakeâs mind, âshe goes to the college in the next town over. around a 20 minute drive.â before continuing his sentence he shifts his eyes towards jay and sunghoon. eyeballs darting back and forth.
some unspoken dialogue is happening between the three as they sip their sweet drinks and jake just has to sit there and watch. minutes go by and jay clears his throat and sighs, finally breaking the silence.
âshe uh, actually took all of our virginities back in high school. thatâs how we know her.âÂ
pause. the fuck? he knew his friends all have gotten their dicks wet for the same girl before but at the same time? jake couldnât believe what he was hearing. i mean, he did only just meet them three years ago, whatever they were up to before then he canât judge.
he supposes desperate times call for desperate measures, and jake is sure he wouldâve ended up in the same situation soon if they werenât handing you on a silver platter to him.
âso⊠you guys had a foursome for your first times??â
heeseung instantly chokes on his boba as jakeâs arm receives a punch from jay. a faint giggle is heard from sunghoon, âthis bitch is choking on some balls.â
ignoring heeseungâs dramatics jay clarifies, âno you idiot, she took all of our virginities separately. we werenât as desperate as you were.â
âand like, that pussy is so heavenly. iâd be pissed having to share her with another guy at the same time.âÂ
âroger that, brother.â
jake looks towards the two, sunghoon rubbing heeseungâs back trying to calm him down from his almost near death over some balls.Â
âcare to elaborate?âÂ
âman why do you think weâre all sex crazed freaks? her pussyâs got some voodoo magic in it or something. our manhood didnât begin when we watched porn for the first time together, it started with her,â jay pauses and shifts in his seat, slight discomfort in his lower region.
he looks up and pinches his nose, âfuck iâm getting hard just thinking about it.â sneaking a peek at jayâs lower half, jake can see his friend chubbing it up in his pants. nothing heâs never seen before honestly.Â
but what he hadn't seen before was how his friends were reminiscing so hard on a hook up the way they were right now. and the fact that their origin story of discovering their high libidos is all because of you? he was scared shitless of what he was about to get himself into.
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fast forward to some exchanged texts between you guys, jake found himself in your room with his pants around his ankles getting the life sucked out of him.
he quickly discovered you were very straightforward and to the point, immediately sending him your apartment address and what time to show up.
jake couldnât argue though, all this talk about how you were gonna âchange his lifeâ and shit got him real worked up. he appreciated the fact that you skipped the small talk and went straight for his dick.
upon arriving and stepping into your living space, your lips smashed onto his and he was pushed down onto the bed. no hi, no hello. just your lucious, full lips swapping spit with his.
his hands instinctively flew to your waist, his digits gripping your plush skin as you straddle him. jake felt so in his element in the moment. making out? this is where he excels. he could do this all day if he could.
but he was here on a mission and heâll be damned if he leaves without fucking you. or you fucking him. he was honestly down for whatever. you could ask to peg him and he would say yes.
you can sense his impatience, his face twisting in pleasure trying to savor every moment while the cogs are turning in his head, awaiting your next move. every squeeze he gave signaled that he wanted to get things moving.
you make your way down his body, peppering kisses any and everywhere leaving his skin burning. jake couldnât believe what was about to happen.
in less than a minute he was about to get his first blowjob ever. what does he do? where do his hands go? what if he chokes you? what if he passes out from the stimulation?
before he can think of anymore what to doâs and what ifâs, your mouth is on his dick and jake is seeing stars, figuratively and literally. he takes note of the little ones taped to your ceiling and thinks itâs cute.
the pink walls and plushies surrounding the two of you is such a stark contrast to your personality, or what little jake knows of you. but hey, he likes a woman with some duality to her.
âyou can put your hands in my hair.â
jake finally takes a look down at you. pupils blown out, lips a bit swollen from all the sucking. you looked so, so pretty like this. he can only imagine what you look like with his cock in you.
trembling hands grab at your hair, slightly pushing you further down and a gagging noise emerges from the back of your throat. oh shit. your nose is practically meeting his pelvic bone and you arenât letting up.
fuck it, jake thinks to himself. he was done with being patient. he starts fucking up into your mouth relentlessly, chasing the orgasm he was delaying. and you just let him.
youâre merely a hole for him in this moment and you could care less. his dick may be average in size but the girthiness of it was so delicious, you couldnât get enough.
to make sure he reaches his high, you reach for his balls and start playing with them. his erratic thrusts combined with you squeezing his genitals he twitches in your mouth and his cum is shooting out, pooling out the sides of your lips.
and you donât stop there. you keep going and going and jake actually feels like heâs going to pass out. âokay, okay please please!â you swallow everything he gave you and finally let him go with a pop to come up for air.
you get up and see him lying there on your bed, unmoving. eyes closed and mouth agape barely taking breaths. one might think heâs dead but this was typical.
once a guy gets to cum in a girlâs mouth for the first time they donât know what to do with themselves. nudging him with your knee he breaks out of his trance with a lopsided smile adorning his face. god heâs adorable.
before you can suggest a break he immediately grabs you by the hips and flips you onto your back. your shorts go flying onto the floor behind him and he spreads your legs wide to prop them onto his shoulders.
his tongue immediately attaches to your clit and he starts licking you all over. slurping and sucking, as if this was his last meal on earth. he was desperate to get you to cum the way you made him and it was showing.
jakeâs eating you out a little too expertly to your liking, as if heâs done this a million times. you wonât judge if he has, youâre literally the last person to judge someoneâs sexual history but how is he still a virgin if he eats pussy this good?
he mustâve been met with horrible women who just used him for his mouth and left him dry. you wouldnât do that to him though, poor guy doesnât deserve that.
he inserts two fingers into your hole while his mouth was still working your clit. jesus christ. you didnât notice before but his fingers were so slender and long, reaching places your own didnât. âam i doing okay? kind of my first time.â
oh? so this was his first time eating pussy. you simply give him a nod of approval, not being able to utter a word as he dives right back in.
in all of your sexual encounters, never has there been a guy so willing to return the favor. and the fact that you didnât even have to ask? where the fuck did jay find a guy like this? was he aware his friend was a fucking certified munch?
determined to make sure you cum, jake inserts another finger and moves his fingers in an upward motion, trying to find your spot. at least thatâs what wikihow told him how to do it.
the sound of your moans and the taste of your pussy on his tongue simply feel amazing and he feels like he could come alone like this. at this point youâre panting and riding his fingers and god itâs so hot. youâre so hot.
jake finds himself humping into the mattress, trying to aid his painful hard on heâs grown since going down on you.
his wrist begins to ache with how fast heâs pumping into you but he doesnât give a fuck, heâll do anything to see what you look like when you reach your high.
âoh god, iâm, iâm- ahhh!â you come undone onto his mouth and hand, lips forming an o shape with the most pornographic moan heâs ever heard and he silently releases his load along with you onto the bed.
jake makes sure every single drop of your delicious juices are all licked up, driving your oversensitivity.
âso? how was i?â
you take a look at his annoyingly cute face and heâs licking all over his fingers like a lollipop. cute. gaining some of your composure, your eyes spot a wet spot on your sheets.
âwait, did youâŠâ
âoh. sorry about that. i couldnât help it.â jake explains with a sheepish smile and a scratch behind his head. not only is this guy a munch but he came untouched while tongue fucking you. you werenât even sure guys like him existed, like at all.
without speaking another word, you grab the back of his neck and smash your lips onto his. tasting yourself on him has you wet all over again and you both begin to undress each other.
you detach yourself to take your shirt off and he pauses to fully look at you, drinking in every inch of your body. hands grab at your boobs and he pinches a nipple, a small moan escaping your mouth.
your body was literally to die for, the pictures on your profile barely doing you justice. and to finally be able to feel all around your curves and give your boods and ass tight squeezes was a dream come true for jake.
(he may or may not have been jerking off to the few posts you have up, counting down the days of you guys finally meeting but you didnât have to know that)
you also took a moment to admire his body. to say jake was sculpted like a fucking greek god was an understatement, sporting a six pack and biceps to die for. veins running all over his arms and hands.
deciding itâs finally time to do the deed, you switch positions and motion for him to lay on his back. âare you ready?â
âwait! what about a condom?â
âiâm clean and i know you are soâŠâ
âright.â
you throw your legs over his waist, now straddling him with your vagina inches from his cock. âokay, take deep breaths. iâm gonna slowly go down alright?â
jake throws a thumbs up and eagerly nods. in a moment like this he doesnât fail to be endearing. you could literally just eat him up with how cute he was. your pussy was about to anyway.
you lace your fingers with his and slowly lower yourself onto him. thereâs some intimacy with your actions and jake finds comfort in your eyes, looking at him adoringly.
it was finally fucking happening and jake couldnât believe it. he was about to become a man. and the fact that it was you taking his virginity, a gorgeous woman who doesnât care that heâs inexperienced and lets him hit it raw. it's really all he can ask for.
once your walls are wrapped around his tip, jakeâs a goner. the little sweet moment you two shared is thrown out the window and he starts bucking his hips up into you, hard and fast.
his hands find purchase on your hips and heâs gripping them so hard you're sure there will be bruises tomorrow. you wanted to start out slow as it is his first time but it seems his thrusting says otherwise.
you press your hands against his chest and begin to move rhythmically in sync with him. jakeâs eyes immediately roll back and his breathing quickens.
his hands fall to his side and he lays lifeless beneath you, letting you take full control.
all he could do was stare at the spot where his dick entered you and it was making him even more hornier. he couldnât tell where he ended and you began.
your wetness didnât help anything either. the squelching sounds indicated that you were very much enjoying this as much as he was.
âfuck you feel so good baby,â jake moans. the pet name that slips past his lips and it doesnât go unnoticed but you also donât question it.
for some reason the simple word made your heart jump. guys always called things like babe or even whore when they really let loose.
those never got to your head, you know they couldnât really control themselves in the moment and you let them have their fun.
but jake has been nothing but kind to you this whole time, like he knew you were doing him a service and not the other way around.
this only fueled your desire to ensure that his sure first time exceeded his expectations so upped your menstrations. you quickly changed your pace to grind forward, backwards, and in circles making sure his dick felt every inch of you.
jakeâs mind was reeling, his breath caught in his throat. he feels as if his dick was about to fall off with the way you were moving.
your body leans forward and you begin to kiss at his neck, leaving hickeys everywhere. your hot breath near his ear sends him into overdrive, must be a sensitive spot of his he never knew he had, but also how could he have known?
his hands that were once gripping the sheets meet your ass and he starts to guide you up and down his cock. you both were about to reach your climaxes, your pussy clenching with every move.
âiâm- where? fuck! where do i cum?â
âinside. cum inside me please.â
inside?? his first time cumming from sex and you were gonna let him do it inside of you? jake swears you couldnât be any more perfect than you are right now.
you knew you threw him for a loop and honestly yourself as well. pushing these thoughts towards the back of your head you start riding him aggressively, even faster than before. âfuck, jake iâm cumming!â
âme too baby oh my god!â
and there was that damn pet name again. it makes your heart leap out of your chest and sends you over the edge.
the knot in your stomach snaps and jake follows shortly after, his load shooting into you. it pools out of you and you donât hesitate to swipe some up with a delicate finger and bring it to your mouth, mirroring his actions from earlier.
your eyes meet his fucked out ones and you smile down at him, admiring the masterpiece of lovebites you left all over him. his vision was a bit blurry but he catches the way your lips curled upward, flashing your pearly whites.
jake finds himself instantly becoming hard again, call him easy but when a pretty girl is smiling at him like that after fucking him, can you really blame him?
you move yourself off of him and jake was fully expecting you to kick him out now but instead you position yourself on all fours, your ass in the air inviting him in.
âfuck. youâre into anal?â
you turn your head sharply to look at him over your shoulder, raising an eyebrow to question what he just said. the look you give him says it all and jake takes the hint and positions himself behind you.
âcan we try anal next time though?â
an exasperated sigh leaves your lips and you reach over to grab his dick, inserting him into you. âumph! okay sorry.â
upon entering your pussy, jake relishes in the feeling of it. being inside your heat again leaves him breathless for the nth time today.
in and out. in and out. he tries to match his breathing with his gradual strokes. his member is extra sensitive right now and heâs trying not to lose himself. the impatience he had earlier has now moved onto you so you decide to take matters into your own hands and start fucking back into him.
your ass is now meeting his hips and the sound of skin slapping echoes in your room along with your moans. jakeâs body is flailing from the sudden impact but he grounds his hands around your waist and grips the shit out of you.
he notices bruises forming on your skin but he canât for the life of him let go. oops. heâll do his best to remember to apologize for them tomorrow.
when thereâs a good pace between the two of you, you fling yourself upward, back meeting his chest and the new angle has him reaching spots he didnât before.
you take one of his strong arms and place it around your neck, having him choke you as you ride him like thereâs no tomorrow. jakeâs brain begins to turn to mush and he feels like heâs even more turned on at the revelation of one of your kinks.
and at this point youâre fucking onto him so hard, so good, he didnât want it to end. âshit. shit. i love your pussy so much baby.â jake whines into your ear, meaning every word he said.
is it crazy to say you love someone upon meeting them for the first time? well, their pussy. yea. maybe. but who gives a fuck.
he was a man possessed by you, by your pussy. in this moment he truly believed there was some voodoo magic going on down there and he was blessed to be experiencing it.
you clench at his words, and your heart flips once more, prompting you to draw him closer to you (if that was even remotely possible)
the closeness of your bodies creates another intimate moment shared, kisses stolen from one another, hands tangled in his hair.
âiâm close,â he whispers in your ear, his breath leaving tingles down your spine. the hushed whispers you exchange contrast the sporadic thrusting thatâs happening.
determined to reach your second high of the day, you push jake onto his back and settle yourself onto your knees, continuing to bounce up and down on his cock.
âyea just like that baby, shit shit shit iâm cumming, iâm cumming!â
jake opens his eyes to watch the scene unfold before him and god was it something. your back arches as you take his cum in you once more and your screams fill his ears, signaling you orgasmed right after him.
this moment alone is better than porn itself, and jake savors every bit of it. thereâs absolutely no way he can even bring himself to type ânsfwâ in his twitter search bar ever again after this.
you hover yourself over him leaving just the tip inside before sliding right back down, pushing his seed back in while it gushes around his cock leaving jake wanting, no needing, a third round with you.
but to his dismay you roll yourself off of his body, landing on the mattress next to him.
âso⊠how do you feel?â
he releases a long exhale he didnât know he was holding, âfantastic. 10/10 experience. would do it again.â you simply giggle at his response with a shake of your head, getting up to gather your clothes.
âwait! um, could we do this again?â
you playfully roll your eyes at him, leaving his question unanswered as you begin to dress yourself.
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sat in his computer chair, jake is finding it difficult to finish this stupid ethics assignment. how is he supposed to argue about the death penalty when you straight up almost murdered him with your pussy less than 2 hours ago?
heâs sure his professor wouldnât appreciate if he wrote that he doesnât give a fuck about someone serving their punishment if the culprit was you, but honestly speaking heâd let you get away with just about anything. you were an angel sent from above to him who could do no wrong.Â
the way your soft lips wrapped around his cock while your innocent (not) eyes bored into his soul. the way you licked and kissed every single inch of his body, leaving nothing left untouched. and god, the way you worked his dick? how was he supposed to move on from you??
you were an insatiable, sex-crazed goddess. a once in a lifetime experience he was so grateful to have.Â
his thoughts are interrupted by a loud knocking at his door. two seconds later, jay trails into jakeâs room followed by dumb and dumber, all of them having a snug look on their faces.
they make themselves comfortable before they get right into the interrogation. jay leans against the desk, sunghoon sits in the bean bag situated in the corner, and heeseung sprawls himself across the bed.
âso virgin, how was it?â
 âwasnât i right about her pussy?âÂ
âwhere did she make you cum?âÂ
eyes rolling in the back of his head, jake takes a deep sigh before answering their questions. âone, iâm not a virgin anymore so stop calling me that. two, it was absolutely fucking amazing. literally would give up heaven for it. and three, she had me cum in her. twice.â
heeseung shoots up from his position, jaw dropped and eyes wide. âyou came in her twice?!â the boys all share a bewildered expression on their faces, dramatic as always.
jake just shrugs at them, what? didnât you usually let guys cum in you like the freak you were?
jay slaps his hands down on jakeâs shoulders, aggressively turning the computer chair towards him. âjake. buddy. yn has two rules.âÂ
sunghoon suddenly appears on jayâs left, âone. you canât cum in her. you can cum anywhere BUT inside of her.âÂ
heeseung follows and is now on jayâs right side, âand two. she doesnât repeat fuck.â
immediately following this revelation thereâs silence. complete and utter silence. the gazes they hold are intense and uninviting. as if they truly couldnât believe you let their best friend whoâs never felt the touch of a woman break one of your rules.
their eyes say it all, they love jake to death and are happy for him, like seriously happy and relieved heâs finally entered manhood. but really? none of them got to do what he did? what was so special about him?
you donât even know the answer to those questions yourself. maybe it was the puppy eyes or his whiny moans that made you feel like you had him in the palm of your hands.
his eagerness to pleasure you but to also receive reminded you of the sole purpose of why you only go for virgins. they made you feel wanted while also letting you be in charge. call it selfishness but why canât a girl have the best of both worlds?Â
and youâd never admit it, but jake was one of the best fucks youâve had in a while. he never tried to be someone he wasnât, just authentically himself. a pitiful, pitiful virgin. and he was proud of it.
it was refreshing to fuck someone who didnât have some sort of ego right after you were done with them. immediately bragging to everyone what you two did and acting like they could pull any girl as if you werenât doing charity work for most of them.Â
with all of this in mind, of course you let him cum in you. he was doing so well for you, how could you not reward him? had to let him do it twice to drive it home.
and seriously, what kind of guy gives you a tender, sweet goodbye kiss and thanks you for defiling him? you didnât regret your decisions with him but they were definitely scaring you.Â
never have you ever been this intimate with a guy, but jake was different. you felt it. and what you did next didnât scare you as much as your recent choices with him.
*ping!*
the staredown between jake and his friends comes to a halt and he digs his phone out of his pocket to check it. sliding up, he sees the message appear on his screen:
you: are you free tomorrow?
he glances at his friendsâ expectant eyes and throws them a smirk. looks like he gets to break that second rule of yours.Â
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pov: you're drop-dead gorgeous (and they don't know how to deal with it)
character/s: bakugo katsuki, shinsou hitoshi, kaminari denki, todoroki shouto
genre: fluff, crack (?), them hyping u up like there's no tomorrow, uhh reader wears makeup đ€
notes: this is for all u pretty mfs aka all of u whether u believe it or not YOU ARE PRETTY AMD HOT AND AMAZING đĄâŒïž also disclaimer: the boys love u not just for your face. they think you're so cool for being beautiful inside n out and this is just them appreciating the out đ§ââïž
bakugo katsuki thinks you're so pretty that his only response to it is to be angry. he'd watch intently the way you'd smooth your clothes down and cutely fiddle with your hair in the mirror as if there's even anything to fix. he'll cup your pretty face in his hands and squeeze your cheeks together (cuteness aggression probably), "tell me why you're so fucking pretty all the time? what are you so pretty for, huh?!"
bakugo katsuki would always watch you do your makeup and hair and then slip into the prettiest clothes only you can pull off and he's just mesmerized by the whole thing.
"katsuki, please stop drooling and get dressed. we're gonna be late."
his only response is: "fuck off."
because he can never deny nor hide the fact that he constantly admires you every chance he gets. he storms his way to you and snatches a shimmery eyeshadow from your makeup bag. "tch, you don't even need any of this shit."
"you don't like it, katsuki?" you stare up at him doe-eyed, easily making his heart skip a beat.
"h-hah?! i didn't say that!" he shoves it to your hand, "now do this glittery shit next!"
and you just ditch whatever plans you'd made and spend the rest of the night trying on different makeup looks. he'll insist that you sit on his lap while you doll yourself up just because, and you gladly do so but then you both end up wearing a full face of glam makeup đ§ââïž he doesn't know how he just let it happen but he's like, "whatever makes you fucking happy, y/n."
he then proceeds to tell you that, "every one of those ugly extras should grovel at your feet, worship the ground you walk on, and then beg for your forgiveness."
"forgive them for what?"
he stares blankly at you. "for breathing the same air as you."
bakugo katsuki's not active on social media at all but on his instagram, his first and only post is a photo dump of just youăŒ the selfies you took on his phone, your date outfits, candid photos (by courtesy of bakugo katsuki) of you smiling at a stray cat, the power nap you took on his shoulder, and his favorite one by far: a photo of you wearing his black tank top that completely swallows you up, holding up two little peace signs on your cheeks.
and of course, he captions it, "u and ur ugly ass wish u were y/n."
shinsou hitoshi is convinced he's dating a model. he doesn't know how it happened, but he is a little proud of whatever the hell was in him that managed to rizz you up.
he thinks you look amazing in absolutely anything. so when you go clothes shopping together, he casually picks up all types of clothes from the racks until there's a whole pile of them in his arms.
when you shoot him a questioning look about it, he only says, "think you'll look amazing in these, babe."
he also picks up some accessories and just wears them on youăŒ hats, sunglasses, hair pins, and you just let him because each time you let him accessorize you, he gives those little comments like, "amazing." "cute" "this one's tacky; i put it on you as a joke but you pull it off for some reason." "yes. slayed." he made you wear cat ears one time and he just melts right there, immediately taking a photo of you for his new lockscreen.
it bothers shinsou hitoshi a lot when people stare at you even when they can clearly see his hand on the small of your back. he'll slide closer to you and kiss the top of your head all the while he gives them a death stare he wishes he could do more.
he squeezes your waist a little to call your attention.
"hm? what's up, hitoshi?"
he looks at you blankly, taking in your features in awe as if for the first time again. then he stuffs your face into his chest, your legs staggering as you grab a hold of his forearms.
"hey, what are you doing?" you giggle in his chest. he's relieved you can't see his flushed cheeks. "hitoshiii"
"you're too good for this world, y/n. i need to start gatekeeping you."
what blows shinsou hitoshi's mind the most is how you're probably unaware of your effect on him, no matter how many times he's called you all synonyms of the word, 'beautiful'
he's sat on the couch, a tiny smile of adoration tugging on his lips when he sees you running up to him. your eyes brim with excitement as you call his name, truly the prettiest ones he's ever seen.
"something happened?ăŒ" he pauses when you lean your face so close to his. he sinks back into the couch as the tips of ears start to turn red.
it takes a moment until he realizes that you're showing off the purple eyeshadow you had done on yourself, batting your eyelashes at him as you wait for his response bc right now he's just staring at you like đŠđâŒïžâŒïžâŒïž
"it's the one you picked out from the mall yesterday. is it pretty?"
"y/n." his hands slowly find their way to your waist, "i don't believe you're real sometimes. you are possibly the most beautiful person i've ever seen."
"really?"
"god," he pulls you by the waist until you're sat on his lap, your legs straddling him. "you have no idea."
remember how bakugo said all those extras should be groveling at your feet and worshipping you? yeah, it's kaminari denki. he worships you.
he thinks you're beautiful and he's LOUD about it.
he's constantly bragging about you to his friends and showing off your photos (if you're comfy w/ that), "oh this? oh yeah, this is is y/n, the coolest, funniest, drop dead gorgeous, most ethereal person on earth and they're dating ME."
and bakugo would just grab his phone and knock it against his head with a thud đ€, "WE FUCKING GET IT. NOW, SHUT UP, DUMBASS."
he'll rub his head while cackling, "whatever, i'm dating Y/N. who cares about anything if you're dating y/n?"
kaminari denki doesn't love you just for your beauty though. you're not just some eye candy to him. if someone ever called you one though, you bet he's zapping their ass and with the whole bakusquad by his side because somehow they feel obligated to protect you now too. đ§ââïž (denki's effect)
and just as much as he compliments your beauty everyday, he never forgets to let you know how beautiful your heart is too. in fact, he calls you 'angel' because how could someone be this beautiful and be so kind and caring to him at the same time?
"sometimes.." he looks up pensively from his lap where you lay your head, "i feel like i've been blessed by the heavens when i got to date you.
"denkiăŒ"
"don't even think i'm exaggerating, y/n!" he pokes your cheek when you turn your head to look at him, "you're amazing. i don't know what i did for you to give me a chance."
there are times though when a part of kaminari denki feels a little insecure because he thinks he looks quite stupid next to you, and it doesn't help either that the bakusquad never lets him hear the end of it đ
"denki, you don't look stupid because you're next to me. you do that on your own."
"aww, thank yăŒ hol' up." đ€š
he's pouting but you immediately wipe that off by apologizing and peppering his face with kisses, ending it with a loud smooch on his lips with a "mmmwah!"
kaminari denki now can't remember what you're even apologizing for in the first place.
you and todoroki shouto are so beautiful, the visuals are blinding đ© you'd walk to your classroom together, him opening the door for you and you smiling at him, lovingly squeezing his arm as a silent 'thank you,' and people just stare with their mouths agape, not knowing who exactly to be jealous of.
shouto definitely stares the most though until it concerns midoriya, "t-todoroki-kun, you haven't moved in three minutes. are you okay?" because he might as well have drawn hearts on his eyes and stab an arrow to his heart with the way he looks at you.
todoroki shouto always kisses your eyes, nose, cheeks, hair, and your lips, of course, just to let you know how beautiful he thinks they are.
he thinks whatever you do or wear is so pretty, hence, the many, many photos of you on his phone. his lockscreen changes every 2 days because everyday he just gets a prettier shot of you, and he always shows them to you and to his friends and siblings âčïž because everyone, including you, should appreciate what a beauty you are!
"this looks great! you'd make a great photographer, shouto" you lean in to kiss his cheek, immediately sending a flush across his face.
"well..." he looks to the ground, the feeling of your lips still lingering on his right cheek. "that's all you... you're beautiful. i don't know how it has anything to do with me, but thank you."
and then he leans closer, tilting his head to the side to silently ask for another kiss. you laugh softly at this, and when you cup his cheeks in your hands and start planting kisses all over his face the way he does to you, shouto confirms it in his mindăŒ y/n is an angel.
todoroki shouto would get a little overboard with the photos though because he'll spam that button and keep every single one. when you ask why keep the blurry ones, he explains, "that's still a photo of you. why would i delete it?"
he also has a photo of his point of view from when he had his head on your lap. he said he wanted to capture "the happiest moment of his life." you convince yourself it's sweet but it's literally just a photo of your chin in a weird angle.
"shouto, that's just my chin."
he looks at you dead in the eye. "y/n, you have a lovely chin."
you call him a weirdo, which surprises him a little, but then you drape your arms around his neck and pepper kisses all over his face again because who else in the world would say that to you?
#pls dont flop this took me a whole week to write đ#bnha x reader#mha x reader#bnha fluff#bakugo x reader#bakugo katsuki x reader#shinsou x reader#shinsou hitoshi x reader#kaminari x reader#kaminari denki x reader#todoroki x reader#todoroki shouto x reader#bnha headcanons#mha headcanons#mha fluff#bnha imagines#bakugo fluff#shinsou fluff#kaminari fluff#todoroki fluff
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wet&messy, afab!reader, no prns, just my brain worms dancing as usual, simon is obsessed with ur pleasure bc i SAID so, idk what this is its not normal grinding but.....just a lil treat from the depths of my brain <3
soft devoted simon who is addicted to your pleasure. everything he does is to get u off. he literally thinks about making u cum while he eats sleeps and dreams. its his hobby tbh
he loves loves loves slow, deep, sloppy sex. he loves having you spread and pinned beneath him â he's so much bigger than u so he can manhandle u and move you however he pleases bc he knows exactly what u need before u even know urself.
in particular, his favorite thing to do is have u pinned open your knees against his ribs and his body draped over yours. either holding himself up by his elbow above your head or his arms on either side of your head. he's got his knees slid underneath your thighs, making sure his hips are flush against yours.
you can't even break eye contact, he wont let you. all you can do is whine and squeal as he makes you take it nice and deep. his body covers yours; his scenes overwhelms you his body heat makes you sweat from just how warm the man is.
then he starts with the grinding â the slow, deep grinding of his hips that makes his cock stir inside you. there's gooey, sticky wet noises from between your thighs when he does it. he makes sure he slides over your clit in this position too.
you can't do anything but twitch and drool as he does it. and he'll do it until you cum all over him he doesn't care how long it takes.
sometimes he milks multiple orgasms out of you this way. it practically melts your brain with how he touches every single sweet little spot inside of you without ever thrusting â just that godforsaken grinding.
you don't know what to do with yourself. he's so deep. you're so wet. it's messy and loud. you scramble to hold whatever part of him you can; scratch his back, tug his hair, slap the bed beneath you. doesn't matter because you won't be getting out from under him or getting a chance to breathe until you cum.
and god, he's so deep. he's so fucking deep!
you're creaming all over him, the base of his cock covered in a thick, milky ring that just about drives him over the edge with you when you squeeze around him like a perfect little vice.
he's whispering praise and sweet little compliments about how lovely you look cumming and how good you make him feel.
it's almost crazy how selfless he is with making you feel good. he doesn't even care if you're too fucked out and tired to do anymore. doesn't even care to get off himself. all he thinks about all day is grinding into you until you gush a sweet little mess all over him without him even breaking a sweat.
ur so sweet and pliant for him and he loves it. loves u!!! adores u!!!
will go to sleep happily with a hard cock as long as u are satisfied.
but if u tell him what you want is for him to fill u up nice and full...well....he'll do anything to please his baby!!! <3
#simon ghost riley smut#simon riley smut#simon ghost riley x reader#simon riley x reader#ghost smut#ghost x reader#cod x reader#cod smut#simon ghost riley
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pairing: bf!peter x reader
synopsis: peter likes having you close to him. all the time
wc: 630 ish
a/n: surprise! another one oops. im rlly bored can u tell? cuddling prompt with peter. reader is a cheeky and annoying lil shit. one office reference. i saw a tiktok about this a long time ago and thought this would be a cute idea to write about. also does anyone know how cuddling works tho?? if ur laying on ur side, do u just lay on top of the arm ur crushing on? under a pillow? idk lol. anyways i hope u like :D
there's an ache settling in your right side that wakes you up from your sweet slumber. your head lays atop peterâs soft chest, his steady heartbeat against your ears. it was what lulled you to sleep in the first place. but with peterâs body practically being your own personal heater, the warm air filling the room, and the prominent soreness resting on your side, you began to feel uncomfortable.
âpete,â you whisper.
peter is entirely unfazed. his hold on you is strong. his face is towards you, mouth slightly ajar, letting out the softest of snores and drool out the corner of his mouth. although you love your cuddles with peter, you think he could actually suffocate you in your sleep. the boy loved to sleep, especially on top of you.
your limbs are tangled together. your left leg slung around his waist, arms around his torso, while his buff arms embrace your shoulders protectively.
ever so slightly, you begin to move your leg, retreating it back to your side as you push against his body and establish a more comfortable position. you snuggle further into peter as sleep wins you over once again.
it only lasts for a second when you wake from your boyfriendâs murmurs, he seems to talk in his sleep when he whispers your name. he huffs loudly and smacks his lips a couple of times with his brows furrowed. you feel his warm hand reach for the back of your knee to bring it over his crotch.
a confused look paints your face as you gaze up toward him. heâs asleep as dead. did he really just do that? you almost laugh out loud. his quirky behavior never fails to amuse you and has your stomach going in flips. he just wants you close to him. :(
but you think youâre funny, so you test out that theory one more time, this time blatantly stripping your leg away from him.
this gets a reaction out of peter. he seems to wake when he gusts an impatient breath, ânoâ and grabs your knee again, forcefully holding it against him.
in disbelief, youâre unable to contain your burst of laughter as you hold yourself up with one arm and stare at him wide-eyed, âwhat is wrong with you?â
âphâshhhâ peter knits his brows together, his eyes shut tight with a cute pout, as he blindly brings a hand to your face and gently shoves your head back against your pillow.
âpeter-â âshut up.â he feels you lick the palm of his hand, âyuck,â but he doesnât care to move it away from you. itâs only when you swat his hand away and settle back down against him to give him peace of mind. only for a moment, though. you have fun annoying peter, almost like a hobby. heâs halfway asleep when he feels you aggressively snatch your leg away from his hold.
ây/n!â peter groans, âstop it.â this time, your boyfriend pushes you on top of him, your entire body weight lays over his while he keeps a tight grasp on you, making sure to keep your leg over his waist and your head upon his chest.
his irritation riles you up, and youâre giggling through it all.
peterâs not having it though, not at all. he heaves another deep breath through his mouth, with the same grumpy look on his face, âwhy are you the way you are?â
you gasp, âme?!â âyes, you.â
not done yet, you flick his forehead, âyou know, youâre so annoying sometimes, pete.â
he scoffs, âoh yea?â
âyea. a total pain in the-â
peter shoves his hand against your face and into his chest one last time, âass.â
you decided youâve had your fun but youâre too delighted to go back to sleep. too delighted to know that the boy you love and cherish always wants to be impossibly close to you all the time, conscious or not.
#m's clubhouse! đ§#m writes â.àłàż*:#this was fun writing#enjoy#peter parker#peter parker x y/n#mcu!peter x reader#peter parker fluff#peter parker imagine#tom!peter parker x reader#tom!spiderman#peter parker x reader#peter x reader#peter parker x you#peter parker fanfiction#spiderman#spider-man#spiderman x reader#peter parker smut#peter parker blurb#peter parker oneshot#peter parker fic#tom holland#tom holland x reader#tom holland smut#tom holland peter parker#peter parker angst#peter parker writing#college peter parker
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Can u do pyramid head fucking n overstimulating reader in a headlock?
Like his arms are fucking massive so imagine how good itâd feel to have one around your throat while he absolutely rails youđ
Headlock Cw: smut, overstimulation, creampie, headlock, tell me if I missed any.
You struggled against him, nails digging into his arm forearm, wailing out in pure bliss. You jerked forward with every hard thrust of Pyramid Headâs thick cock, his bulbous head ramming against your spongy cervix. He held you still, his strong arm curving over your neck with a vice. He never faltered even as he drove in and out of you, standing still on two muscle-bound legs that you doubted would buckle under his fast and rough pace.
The veins that ran from the base, over the fat middle of his cock and to the tip felt heavenly with the slight curve upwards, rubbing your spongy walls. You rolled your hips, legs kicking wildly under you while you squirmed, crying out for him for something. You didnât know anymore, one second youâd be craving his cock, drooling and moaning for more, and the other second, youâd beg for him to stop, plead your case from your soft and tender cunt.
Your cunt pulsed, a loud beat that echoed in your head, it throbbed with a striking warmth, almost painful but never hurting. You came one too many times, slick dripping down heavy balls and his sculpted thighs. He proudly growled in your ear, hips slapping against your ass with loud, wet sounds. He revelled in your cries and mewls, your begging only egged him on to fuck you.
âPlease! T-too much!â
He loved the sound of your voice, the high squeaks and your broken voice. You were his drug, something he couldnât get enough of. It left him wanting and wanting, there was always more he wanted to have. The difference between you both was something he salivated at, that made his cock grow hard and leaky, your soft and round limbs, your shorter stature and your weaker strength. It played on his instincts, it attracted him to the more vulnerable.
His chest rumbled with a soothing growl, still thrusting with an erratic pace and a throbbing cock. He breathed out in short puffs, arm tightening around you as fast as your walls tightened around him, milking him for all his worth for a third time. His balls contracted, his body shaking as he came, slamming into you even as his tip spurted cum, painting your warm walls white with monstrous cum.
You shook, body trembling in his arms, gasping for air as you rode your nth climax, loosing count of the number of times Pyramid Head made you come on his fingers, his tongue and his cock. You couldnât feel your legs, the loud beat in your ears deafening you to the world and you monstrous lover.
âAre- are we done?â
#x reader#dbd smut#dbd imagines#dbd fanfic#pyramid head dbd#pyramid head x reader smut#pyramid head smut#pyramid head x reader#pyramid head#pyramid head x you#dbd x female reader#dbd x reader smut#dbd x reader#dead by daylight smut#dead by daylight x reader#dead by daylight pyramid head#x fem!reader#female!reader#fem!reader
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naughty.
[caitlin clark & paige bueckers x reader]
18+
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âget off my cockâ caitlin growls in a low tone. her fingertips dig into the skin of your hips, throwing you to the side of her.
youâve been riding her for whatâs felt like hours, her veiny hands glued to your ass, slamming you down on her thick silicone strap. every time youâve come close to finishing, caitlin taunts you. sheâll still herself inside of you, staring up at you with those evil dark eyes. âwhat?â she smirks, youâre completely fucked out â and desperate for relief.
the tall blonde at the end of the bed sits up, âmy turn, c?â awaiting the nod of approval from the brunette dom, paigeâs piercing hazel eyes trail your body, hungry for the sweet milky seepage dripping out of your used hole.
âall yoursâ caitlin peers at paige as she watches from the other side of the bed, stroking her plastic dick. paige kisses your knees, sliding her lips down to your inner thigh.
paige is so soft, and sweet. the polar opposite of your other 6 foot girlfriend. caitlin is dirty, rough, relentless. especially after a loss or a hard practice, sheâs coming home and absolutely ruining you. even if sheâs in a good mood, she pounds into you until youâre drooling and crying.
your legs are trembling. paigeâs tongue is your favorite way to cum. her kitten licks, the way her long fingers dip inside of you as your clit is submerged in her mouth. sheâs a talker too, even with a face full of pussy. âmmm- you like that baby?â her once gentle gaze now dark and eager. you feel your tummy start to swarm with that warm feeling, and paige feels it too. your toes are curling, your eyes are squeezed shut, the pressure in your abdomen caused by the brunette is finally coming to a sweet release â until itâs not.
caitlinâs strong grip on your jaw snaps you out of your blissed out state. âwh-wha-â you mumble out, confused and needy, another orgasm denied. you look at paige, who is now buckling the strap to her waist.
âdâaww, youâd really think iâd let her finish what i started?â her voice is silky and smug.
before you can process whatâs going on, caitlinâs on top of you, her knee pressed firm against your puffy bundle of nerves. her slender fingers slide to the back of your throat, âtell me what you want, and if i canât understand you, youâre not gettinâ it.â you whine from beneath her, trying so hard to choke out your words.
âcâmon baby, speak. or elseâ
⥠authors note - first post yay :3 this is so self indulgent but idc. i was literally in the shower n couldnât stop thinking abt this >_< if ur also in love with two basketball mascs, this is 4 u ⥠also iâm down to make a part 2 of this, just wanna see if it does well first hehe âĄ
#caitlin clark smut#caitlin clark#caitlin clark x reader#paige bueckers#paige bueckers smut#paige bueckers x reader
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I COULD DO THIS FOR HOURS
G. Satoru â ăăšă â
fem reader
đ mdni / mdnr / smut / n.sfw / 18+ content
NOTE: i took a 3 am thirst draft and made it a fucking fic wtf đ„Ž i'm so dizzy over this one idk why i usually don't drool for my own smut but god damn this one is special to me. ik i post a lot about gojo atm and it's because i love him no apologies đ
SUMMARY â making a cheeky comment leads to a long, steamy session in the bedroom with your husband, who's got a point to prove.
WARNINGS â nasty smut đ€€, rough sex, namecalling/nicknames (b*tch, good girl, baby, dirty girl, sweetheart), he's kinda mean, hubby gojo, multiple rounds, unprotected sex, multiple creampies, messy/sweaty sex, daddy kink, p*ssy kiss (1), long session (3h), overstim, dirty talk (teasing, sweet, mean), incl. aftercare, lmk if i have missed smth thank u
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Your husband didnât like that cheeky comment you made about his stamina and how fast he cums. He thought you were being pretty hypocritical, considering the fact that you cum sometimes solely because of lazy clit thumbing and shallow strokes.
â Baby, careful what you say to me. â he smiled at you in the kitchen, serenely washing the dishes after dinner. â You know damn well that I could go for hours straight with no breaks. The only reason I donât do that is because youâre too weak to handle it. â he boasted confidently.
You scoffed and rolled your eyes at him. That scepticism pissed him off so much that he stopped cleaning the dishes and violently threw the towel down. Your giggles rung sweetly in his ear while he scooped you off your feet and tossed you over his broad shoulder, strong build carrying you to the bedroom like he was on a mission.
He threw you down on the bed with the same force that he threw the towel down with, his hands quickly finding his phone and setting a stopwatch.
You were already giggling apologies, but he wasnât listening. He tossed his phone onto the bed and dented the mattress with his weight as he climbed on top of you, feverish kisses nearly knocking the wind out of you.
â Iâm sorryh â mmf â âtoruh â didnât meanh ih â Iâm sorryyy. â
â Save your sorries and spread your legs. Gonna have to be a little rough with you, angel. But you like that, huh ? Yeah ? Like it when daddyâs rough ? Mhm, I know. Probably like it when Iâm pissed off like this, too.
You smiled. â Yeahhh, I love it. â
He smirked. â Dirty girl. â
Folding you in half and sinking his cock inside you, it felt like he was your enemy for a second with how he beat up your gummy walls with his mean cock; you were giggling and squirming about his playful roughness in the beginning, but now? Youâre screaming, going dumb and limp. It makes him chuckle.
â Fuck, baby, just look at you. â he cooed, â . . . just cumming over and over on this dick like a dumb bitch. I told you that you wouldnât be able to handle it, didnât I ? Uh-huh. I fucking told you so. Keep it together, itâs only been twenty minutes. Haha . . . and you were the one talking shit about my stamina ? Come on, apologize to me. Good girl. Tell daddy how sorry you are â haha, you cumminâ? Yeah, âcan feel your pussy fuckinâ pulsing âround me â fuck thatâs good. You like it when Iâm mean, donât you ? â
â Y-yesss ! Love it love it s'much Saâtoâruuuh ! â you panted frantically, body jiggling like jelly with each harsh thrust.
â So cute and dumb. â he cooed tenderly, as if he wasnât rearranging your guts and breaking the bed.
â Feel that, sweetheart ? Feel me sweating ? I know you like it when Iâm this close, âlike it when you can feel the sweat drip off my abs ân rub against your tummy ? Yeah, I know. Damn dirty bitch. Nah-uh, eyes on me. âS only been an hour donât zone out on me. â
Really, the concept of time flew out of your head when you were laying there taking him.
Youâre shaking, gummy walls and sweet spots being beat up by your husbandâs mean, yummy cock. The pressure inside you builds and builds until it snaps, and you scream his name in such a high pitch that it almost makes his ears ring. He laughs a little, watching as you writhe, trapped under his beefy body. He relishes in the feeling of your pussy pulsing as you cum, it brings him close, too. Before you know it, heâs pumping his cream deep inside, pounding into you like heâs trying to ruin your pussy and reshape it to fit only his cock.
â Fuckinâ takinâ it so well, angel. Now âgimme another round. Get on your tummy â there we go, aw your legs are numb ? I donât care. Itâs only been an hour. You can hold on longer than that, canât you ? â
From the back, he fucks you so sensually and deeply that the two of you sweat sweat sweat it up. He insistently bundles up with you under the covers to make it extra toasty. The smell of sex is hot and pungent in your lungs, and inhaling yours and his arousal and scent of cum drives him crazy. Bodies wet and slippery, heâs made a sloppy mess of you before but not quite like this; his cheeks dampen, his hair sticks to his forehead; thereâs little rivulets of sweat running down the center line of his abs, following along his v-line. Thereâs an ache in your thighs, youâre getting overstimulated but itâs so good. And listening to his ragged, heavy breathing behind you just brings on another orgasm.
â Fuck, baby, âwish you could see yourself from this angle. â he groans erotically, brows finally knitting together tightly as he loses composure and succumbs to his own sensitivity. â Oh, angel, just cum. Donât hold it in â cum cum cum yeahhh there we go â thatâs my fucking girl. Cumming so pretty on this dick. Youâre so fucking beautiful, âm gonna cum too. Sh-shit look at all that frothing up, feel that ? âso gooey and nasty. Hahhh-ahah Iâm cuminâ â cumminggg ~ â
You can practically hear the hearts in his voice when he cums, vocals straining and rasping against the nape of your neck. He lets out this one last primal sound before pumping you full of another load of thick creamy cum. You can feel him pulsing and twitching. He presses his weight onto your back a little too much, you can feel the tones of his sweaty torso and how wet and hot his body is.
â Haha . . . fuck . . . â he runs a hand through his hair, smiling down at the pretty mess on his dick. â Baby, you did so good for me. You okay ? Did I go too hard ? â he asks tenderly, nuzzling the back of your neck, just listening to your shaky breaths as you come down from your high.
â I canât feel my legs. â you swallow, dazed smile on your face. â So good . . . â
â Aw, sorry, angel. Iâve got you, come here. Ooh â whereâs my â phone â letâs see how long you endured me for. â
â Felt like . . . forever . . . â
He chuckled under his breath at that and leaned off the bed, reaching for his phone that had fallen right off the edge when he was making the bed violently shake earlier.
â Ooh ! Baby, weâve got a new record. Three hours. â
â Oh my god, no wonder I can barely fucking move . . . youâre a menace. â
He smiles cheekily, â Wanna make it four ? â
â Are you crazy ?! â
â Yes, of course. Donât you love me for it ? â he coos in a sultry voice, coming to press a loving kiss to your damp cheek.
You feel his weight lift off the bed, you tiredly peek at where heâs going and â of course, like the sweet husband he is, heâs getting you a towel. You can hear his exhausted huffs of breath. Thereâs cream running down your slit, some smeared across your pussy and frothed up.
He comes back into the room, smiling admiringly at your sleepy body. Youâre sinking into the pillows, too tired to think.
â âtoru . . . â
â Angel ? â he hums in response, slowly starting to clean you up from the thighs up. You feel his big hands massaging the numbness out of your legs.
â I love you. â
He smirks and presses a kiss to your pussy from the back, making you giggle. â Love you too, my girl. No one makes me feel better than you do. Come here. Haha, are your legs still numb ? Should I massage them more ? M'kay, sweet girl. â
The silence is sweet and long. He's massaging your body, feeling over you like you're his little masterpiece, his little angel.
Then he breaks the silence.
â Told you so. â he smiles victoriously.
You groan. â Shut up. I was just teasing when I said you had shit stamina ! â
â I know, but I still hated that you said it and felt the need to prove a point. â
You snuggle into his chest, making his heart flutter like he's a boy with a crush again.
â Yeah yeah, point proven. â
â Aaand what's the point ? Tell me, I wanna hear it. â he teases.
â You can go on for hours. â
He smiles to himself. â Damn right I can. Glad my good girl learned her lesson. â
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deadpool / wade wilson request !
minors dni !! this is 17+ nsfw material !!!
please reblog if you like it!
word count: 1.3k
warnings: oral sex (m receiving), established relationship, swallowing cum (lol), slight face-fucking (kinda)! lmk if i missed anything <3
a/n: this is based off of an ask that i accidentally deleted so i hope you see this, anon!!!!!! you must be living in my brain because i was just thinking about this when your ask came through and decided i had to drop everything to write it!! thank u for the request, i hope this finds you!! <3
You could tell from the second Wade stepped through the door of your shared apartment, shoulders tight and suit dirty, that it'd been a bad day.
So you're not shocked that you've ended up in this position, head resting against Wade's thigh as you hug his leg, his boot periodically tapping up to graze your clit through your thin shorts, drawing a whimper from your lips as you lazily stroke his thick cock.
You look up at him as you slowly stroke his length, thumb brushing over the slit teasingly before sliding your hand all the way down to the base. He watches you through the whites of his mask, chin pressed to his chest, his glove-clad hand on the back of your head, fingers carding through your hair softly. His hips buck up as you gently squeeze his cock.
"..Fuck, doll-face," he almost whines, and you can tell his brows are furrowed through the mask. His hip buck again, and he gently pushes your head towards his dick.
You smile up at him, his eyes never leaving yours as you plant a kiss to his tip, slowly working your hand up the rest of his length. Wade groans from above you, rolling his head back to rest on the cushions of the living room couch.
You tut, holding Wade's cock by the base with one hand as you press soft kisses up his length, your other hand resting against his suit-clad thigh.
"Bit desperate today, Wade-y?" you tease, looking up at him through your lashes as you press a particularly sloppy kiss to the tip of his cock, your saliva leaking down his length.
You know it's been a bad day when he doesn't play along with your teasing, instead grabbing his cock and bringing the gloved hand that was resting in your hair to your chin, his thumb popping into your mouth and prying it open, before he slides his cock past your lips, his hand returning to your head to gently push you into motion.
You moan around his length as he tangles your hair between his fingers, yanking it softly as he guides your mouth on his cock. You can almost feel his smirk as you slide your lips over his tip, tongue circling the plump head as you keep eye contact with him, your hand fisting what's not in your mouth, the whites of his mask narrowed down at you.
You loved fucking Wade in his suit. Especially when he kept the mask on. You loved him, and loved being able to see his face while you fucked, but last time Wade fucked you in the suit, you came so hard that you blacked out for a second. And, right now, with the red mask looking down at you, the white eyes of it almost sneering, you can't help but grind against Wade's shoe, in desperate need of any friction.
He feels it too, though he's nearly lost in bliss, groans slipping from his lips every time you run your tongue down the vein that runs along his length, cock throbbing in your hand. He chokes out a chuckle as you take him further down your throat.
"Who's the desperate one now, huh hotstuff?" He spits teasingly, hand nestling into your hair once again as he pushes you further down onto his cock, his hips lifting slightly off the couch as he bucks into your warm mouth, drool pooling at the corners of your lips as you gag slightly, moaning around his length.
He chuckles meanly, but is stifled by his own grunt as the vibration of you moaning around him sends a shiver up his spine. He throws his head back, a wet sucking noise sounding around the room as he guides your head on his cock at a quicker pace, hips lifting slightly to meet your lips.
Wade relishes in the noises you make as you shove his cock deeper and deeper down your throat, a mixture of his pre-cum and your saliva slobbered on his lower abdomen as you look up at him with blood-shot eyes. His foot begins its rhythmic tapping, the buckle hitting your clit perfectly, causing your eyes roll back in your head as you grind down to meet it, your moan choked (literally) by Wade's cock as it bruises the back of your throat.
Your moans send vibrations down his cock, and Wade fucking whimpers as you deep-throat him, your nose presses to the little bit of hair at the base of his dick.
He holds your there, gloved hand twirled into your hair as he coos at you, "...Fucking shit, angel... you're takin' me so good, doll..."
You can tell he's about to cum, his cock throbbing against your tongue as it bobs against the roof your mouth. You bring a hand down to play with his balls, gently dragging your manicured nails across the sensitive skin.
He lets out a hoarse moan and lets go of your head, allowing you to pull of his cock, gasping for air briefly, before bringing your mouth back to the tip, sucking on the head as you swirl your tongue teasingly around his slit.
"...Shit, baby... m'gonna..." he groans, bucking into your mouth as his head falls back against the couch cushions again, his hands coming down to fall into your hair, gloved fingers running through it softly.
You suck the head of his cock, looking up at him through watery eyelashes as you pump the rest of his cock with your hand. Wade, his hands curled into your hair, pulls you off his cock, his hand flying to your jaw, pulling it open softly.
"..Open up, baby," he commands, hand thats not on your jaw coming down to hold his cock to your soft pink, swollen, lips.
"C'mon princess, y'know the drill," Wade scolds, sounding almost disappointed that he has to tell you, "tongue out."
You obey instantly, tongue lolling out of your mouth as Wade's grip tightens slightly on your jaw, holding your mouth open as he places his heavy cock back onto your tongue, gently tugging on it a few times before his stomach tightens and he groans, a guttural noise that shoots straight to your cunt where it leaks onto his shoe.
Wade's head lolls back as he cums, soft whimpers coming from behind his mask as his hips stop and stutter, thick strips of his cum shooting into your mouth. His cock goes soft against your tongue, and he pulls it out of your mouth, tucking himself back into the suit before sitting forward on the lounge.
Though he still has the mask on, you can basically see his expectant facial expression, lips pulled into a smirk and his eyes narrowed. You know what he wants, and who are you to refuse him?
You open your mouth once again, sticking your tongue out so that Wade can see his spend coating your tongue and sliding down into the back of your throat.
He groans, and you know he's dramatically rolling his eyes back into his head as he speaks, "..Fuck, you're so fucking sexy, princess."
You smile as well as you can with a mouth full of cum, before swallowing and sticking your tongue out for Wade to inspect.
"S'all gone," he states proudly, one hand still on your chin as he finally pulls his mask off, yanking you forward into a searing kiss, pulling you up from off of the floor and onto his lap.
You grin, settling yourself in his lap and pressing soft kisses around his face. He laughs, swatting you away playfully.
"S'your bad day all fixed now, baby?" you ask, voice soft as you press a kiss to Wade's jawline before resting your head on his suit-clad chest.
Wade chuckles from above you, a hand coming up to gently stroke your shoulder, "Baby, I've forgotten all about my bad day, thanks to you."
You're sat like that, in comfortable silence for a minimum of 30 seconds before Wade is shooting up, pulling you to sit next to him on the couch.
"Actually! No I fuckin' didn't! Let me tell you what Colossus told me today, angel!"
You giggle at his enthusiasm, settling into a comfortable position as Wade recounts his 'absolutely horrible' day.
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A manâs best friend | T.N
(tW: NSFW , sex toys)
Iâve talked about how Theo is the Master worshiper , but this time id like to say how much he loves using toys on you in bed.
If he had to choose between using a vibrator on you or a condom for safety heâd choose the vibrator no hesitation, but letâs be real he wouldnât use protection with you anyway.
âIt just feels so much better when I get to feel you gripping me with your wetness, dolcezzaâ
His head game is already top tier. Heâs an absolute munch for you and that added with a vibrator, itâs drives you absolutely insane. He loves it. Knowing your orgasms are at the palm of his hand, he could overstimulate you, tease you, let you cum, or his absolute favorite, make you beg for it.
Usually he teases you till your clit is swollen and sensitive, best time for his mouth to suck on it in his opinion. Watching your body contort in all sorts of ways, making the most lude faces that only heâll ever see.
Donât even get me started on when he found out you had a dildo. He was shocked; absolutely couldnât believe that his girl would keep this from him. why? Not because he was jealous, no thatâs not why, but because he couldâve been using it on you the entire time. He embraces your pleasure, maybe even a little more than you do.
Your dildo wasnât exactly matching to your boyfriends rather large.. package;) Making you tell him how much better his dick would feel, âGo on troia, beg for my cock. You know itâll feel so much better than thisâ.. âCosĂŹ sporco per meâ (so dirty for me).
His eyes would watch over your entire body intently, enjoying every second of seeing you use it on yourself. It mightâve taken some convincing for you to agree however seeing you in this vulnerable, pleasurable state, it drove him insane.
Some of your best sessions happened with sex toys, and if youâre wondering he would only ever use a fake pussy, but that is only if you brought the idea up first.
Thereâs been a few times he felt especially dominant, sticking the dildo onto the mirror and forcing you to suck it as he pounds into you. Watching to make sure you take all of it because, âIf you can take me, you can take all of that, be good for me principessaâ. Heâd watch the drool fall from your mouth as your eyes rolled back, still sucking on it just to please him.
Believe me, everything you do with him sexually will always end up as something you reminisce on later. Everytime will be memorable and he makes absolute sure of it.
This is meh and the ending is kinda rushed :,)
Iâve just had a lot of random ideas recently so i hope u all enjoy me putting them out đ Alsooo my requests are open!! I wonât take them all BUT i will take all the ones that spark my imagination and interest so hopefully thatâs the majority!!
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Lock the door.
DILF!Dick Grayson x wife!fem!reader
Request: hiii!! I love ur work for dick soooo much I'm actually foaming at the mouthđ”âđ« I was wondering if u could do these prompts 35. âOoh, youâre not wearing any underwear. Trying to tell me something?â 21. âGo and lock the door for me. I donât want anyone to walk in while Iâm balls deep.â with dilf!dick fucking his wife after putting their kid to sleep. thank you!!
warnings: boobsmilk kink!, breeding kink!, p in v sex, Dick called the reader "mama". Johnny is 2yo here. 18+ minors dni!
notes: I had to do this as a request and not just as a prompt! I just loved the idea!!
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You and Dick were putting Johnny to sleep. Today was one of the rare occasions where Dick arrived home from the station early and spent some extra time with Johnny and you.
âLavenders blue, dilly, dilly. Lavender's green. When you are king, dilly, dilly. I shall be queenâŠâ Your voice sounded sweet throughout the room, making the little boy sleep.
Dick watched the two of you closely with a smile on his face, he felt like the most accomplished man in the world. His eyes couldn't help but notice the blue pajamas hugging your body. He sighed and got up slowly so as not to wake Johnny and walked over to you on the other side of the boy's small bed. Dick needs you tonight.
He extended a hand to you and before you took it, you kissed Johonny's forehead and turned off the lamp. Taking Dick's hand, he guides you out of Johnny's room and closes the door silently.
The hand before yours takes place on your waist and guides you to the bedroom. Dick's bare chest presses into your back as the two of you walk to your shared bedroom.
Upon arriving at the bedroom, Dick plants a kiss on your neck and runs his nose along the extension shortly after.
âMy favorite..." He finally said something and his voice sounded hoarse and low. You smiled and turned to look at him.
"Yes, the Chanel you gave me for my birthday." You giggled. Dick always loved the smell of perfume on you, and of course, you only wore this one for him. âI missed youâŠâ
Dickâs hands went directly to your waist again, this time, pulling you into him.
âYeah?...â He kissed your lips âDid my beautiful wife miss me?â
âMhmâ You looked into the intense blue eyes.
âAnd how much did she missed me?..." Dick's eyes looked at your mouth and your eyes waiting for a response.
âWhy don't you find out?" You looked at his lips.
Dick attacked your lips in a needy way. His tongue dancing next to yours brought whimpers from your throat.
Dick's hands began to roam your body, squeezing, pinching and pulling. At some point he puts both hands on your ass inside your little pajama shorts.
âOoh, youâre not wearing any underwear.â His mouth was swollen from the kiss. He looked into her eyes, the pupils taking over the blue. âTrying to tell me something?â
âYes... I told you to find out how much I missed you." Your fingers played with the hair on the back of his neck. "Does that answer your question?"
"Oh yes, that does." He nodded his head with a smile. Still with his hands on your ass, he pulls you up to give you momentum so you can jump onto his lap, wrapping your legs around his hips.
He carried you to the bed and laid you down on it. Kisses were planted on your neck. Nimble fingers began to unbutton your pajama shirt so he could have more access to your collarbone.
âOh God!â Dick groaned "No bra? My prayers have been answered."
You gave a small laugh. Dick loved your breasts, especially because you still breastfed Johnny sometimes. The little boy was only two years old and only nursed in the afternoon, but today, for some reason, Johnny didn't want to.
Your breasts were swollen and round from the milk. Dick could swear he felt drool run down the corner of his lip.
âCan I?â Dick looked into your eyes. His eyes sparkled with lust and anticipation.
When you nodded, Dick's lips closed around your left breast. The contact of his lips on your sensitive nipple made you moan.
Sucking the milk and licking the tip of your nipple, Dick felt high and very horny. His fingers guided themselves inside your pajama shorts.
He ran his fingers through her wet folds and moaned with his mouth on her nipple. Another whimper was heard from you.
âHmm I need to fuck you!â He said after releasing your nipple with a 'pop' of his mouth. He ran his tongue across his bottom lip. The scene was totally sexy. âGo and lock the door for me. I donât want to Johnny walk in while Iâm balls deep.â
You nodded and stood up. Dick slapped your ass as you went to lock the bedroom door.
"My wife is so sexy..." Dick looked at you as if he was going to fuck you, and he really was.
Walking back to him. Dick pulls on his pajama button-down shirt making them pop.
âIt's okay, mama. I can give you another one.â And he was really going to give you another one, but before that, his lips went towards your right breast. This one he hadn't attacked yet.
Dick squeezed and the pressure of the milk in his mouth was greater. He moaned at the sensation. You could feel Dick's cock poking your thigh through the fabric of his sweatpants.
âDick, please.â You sighed. âI need youâŠâ
Licking your nipple, he pulls away from your breast.
âNeeding me, mama? Where do you need me?â
âInside. I need you Inside.â Your hand passed over Dick's hard, needy cock. He trembled under your touch.
âCan you ride me? Huh?â Dick pulled up his sweatpants. He had no underwear on, which made his hard and heavy dick hit his stomach as soon as it was freed.
You nodded and took off your shorts. Straddling his lap, he fit the tip into your wet folds.
You slowly went down on his length. Dick and you always fit together. It was as if he was tailor-made just for you. His big cock, from the first time together, always filled you up.
A moan left your lips and Dick returned his attention to your breasts.
You started to move up, down and roll on top of Dick's cock. With one hand on your hip and the other on your other breast, Dick helped you.
"I'm going to keep you with my children... do you know why?" He grunted and looked into your eyes as you moved up and down. You shook your head. âSo I can continue to suck that sweet milk of yours! You are so good to me, mama! So good!"
You moaned at his words. Dick could only imagine your belly being round and big again. You being sensitive and very horny during pregnancy. He wants it all again.
With his hands on either side of your hips, Dick helped you bounce faster on his dick. He felt you tighten more and more around him, the tip hitting the bottom of your uterus.
"Dick! Oh-Mhmmm!" You're close and Dick was too. Dick's hands still tightened on his hips.
âClose?â He asks and you respond with a whimper. âGoodâŠâ
Dick takes his hands to your boxes and he stands up with his dick still inside you. The grip on your thighs is firm.
He starts fucking you standing up. You weren't supported by anything other than Dick's strong grip on your thighs.
Deep and quick thrusts made wet noises thanks to the new position.
"I'm going to fill you with my children. Do you like how that sounds?" Dick grunted looking at your face which was red and sweaty. "Are you close, mama? I know you are. Cum for me! Let me feel you!"
Dick's pelvis hit her clitoris, causing friction. Your orgasm exploded hard and Dick came to you with grunts.
He sat back down while he still had his cock inside you. Your face rested between his neck and his thumb stroked your back to calm the spasms of your orgasm.
"You really missed me, mama." Dick whispered and you let out a small laugh.
âI did, and-â
Knock knock
A small knock on the door was heard, and soon after a crying voice.
âMommy! Mommy!â Johnny's voice echoed behind the door.
âFuckâŠâ Dick sighed "I'll sort this out, lay in bed and I'll come clean you up as soon as I'm done with Johnny."
Dick pulled out of you making you shudder and he put his sweatpants back on.
In the end, Johnny just woke up startled by Mommy's screams. Dick took a while to convince the little boy that his mother was sleeping and that it was all his dreams. The two-year-old boy didn't stay long and fell asleep in Dick's arms.
Poor Johnny.
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Not sure if your requests are closes right now sorry if they are-
But you should do Yuji fucking fem!reader or eating her out and Sukuna switching with him in the middle of it đ
nonnie im so happy to breath the same air as u
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tags: aged up characters + afab reader + she/her pronouns + spanking + oral (f. receiving) + fingering + implied piv sex (very brief tho) + praising + sukuna bashing yuji smdh.
Your beloved boyfriend always manages to find himself emerging in the sloppy heat that rests between your thighs. Salmon fields adorned with restless digits splay across the top of his head as he licks and laps at you desperately. It's good pussy for the soul and he would hate if he would've missed this opportunity to have you sing out his name while you involuntarily send pressure to the sides of his head with your rigid thighs.
Your chest heaves and ho's at the heavy mass of passion with each inconsistent breath you take--jagged whenever Yuji coos at your hard clit, telling her how he's obsessed with her and her owner before giving her a light peck.
"I want you to fuck me already, Yu." You croak impatiently, wiggling your hips to emphasize your desires but Yuji gives you a quick slap to the side of your ass and squeezes it right after.
"Not now, baby. Let me enjoy what's in front of me first. Can I get that?" He watches you under the rise of your pelvis. His words are soft and whispered in a tone he always uses with you whenever he wants to feel you clench. Honey-glazed globes look at the feast upon him amorously. Your previously shaven hairs start to grow into stubble as it retrieves itself back to its original state; wet and coated with your juices. He buries his nose further.
A moan was a good enough answer for your boyfriend and he keeps doing what he was born to do. You continue to plead for him as he eats you out. "I'm right here, lovely. Not going anywhere." He'd respond with each fervid call.
His sucks at your cunt arouses you tenfold once you feel yourself coming to that edge at the tippy top of a mountain as gusty winds roughly kiss at the apples of your cheeks and the lids of your closed eyes. It's easy to tell you're close as Yuji hums into wet folds causing you to rattle.
"Oh fuck, Yuji. Keep going, sweet boy. 'M gonna come soon..."
Your nails cautiously dig into his scalp, not enough to hurt him severely, and your legs wrap around bulging muscle for support of your incoming orgasm. His body glistens under the light of the living room and blesses you with each defined section of muscle to pop under dark shadows.
But the devil is a conniving bastard for your reach to climax was interrupted when you flinch at the harsh bite gnaw at your clit, sending you to scurry backward away from the abrupt pain but strong arms keep your legs in place to force you into more torture. Looking down, you noticed Yuji's canines were sharper than usual. His skin was tainted in elongated markings, ones Yuji had never worn. His nails were painted in a deep violet and you think to yourself, 'Yuji couldn't have possibly put that on so fast,'.
"That sappy shit was starting to churn my stomach. How about you do that whenever I'm not possessing you? I already get nauseous knowing I'm living inside a fucking idiot." His voice was deeper too.
"Y-You're Sukuna, right? Yuji told me about you." You've never seen eyes glaringly red like his--four of them. They all watch you with a look of interest paired with a cunning smirk.
"That's right, dollface. Very good. Glad you know of me already, so we can skip the greetings." He resumes his host's previous ministrations but turns it up a notch by adding a finger or two to your drooling pussy. He teases a glossy, purple tip along the quivering hole before pushing in deep. As soon as he learns you can perfectly take one, he puts the second one in. A grin remains still on his face when hearing your moans crescendo.
"My, my. You're already soaking my fingers, dove. Guess that brat is doing something properly for once. Slobbering all over the couch, fuck, can't remember the last time I've seen pussy like this." His index and middle fingers dance across the gushy ridges in you, he moves them in ways Yuji knows you love and that feature shocks you.
He gorges on your clit and eats your pussy out like it's his last meal on earth before being sentenced to death. Saliva runs down the length of your labia, bubbles forming along the way by his boisterous lapping. Your hips can't resist gyrating against his face, ruby red remains settled on your helpless figure as you revisit that same high as before. You bathe his fingers with cum til they prune and you're too overstimulated to feel sorry.
The couch dips and you're instantly turned around on your stomach, facing the decorative pillow you believed matched the aesthetic of your living room.
"Hey, what're you-"
"You said you wanted to get fucked remember? Your cunt is still drooling cus she's hungry. Didn't give her enough." The smacks he gave your ass were harder than Yuji's and that just goes to show how rough this curse really is but you writhed nonetheless.
He was gonna fuck you good. You already figured much as hands grip around the fat at your hips and his cock carefully grinds into you.
#itadori x reader#itadori smut#sukuna x reader#ryomen sukuna x reader#sukuna smut#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jjk smut#jujutsu kaisen smut#jjk x reader#nonnies!
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Leon - Squish - (SFW & NSFW)
Hi everyone!
We still can't get over the fact that this man is built like that and that he put on 40 lbs of pure muscle between RE 2 and RE 4. Honestly we've spent many hours discussing his squish so have some of our fav headcanons:
Every part of this man is rideable - thighs, biceps, throat, ab, face, doesnât matter, any port in a storm and what a pretty, squishy port he is.Â
u love gently pinching and biting his cheeks bc he still has some of his lil baby face from his rookie daysÂ
his lap is the comfiest place to sitÂ
your throneÂ
Leon will grab you by the hips and pull you onto his plush thighs at any pointÂ
soft and pillowy but you can feel the muscle when he flexesÂ
You love his little freckles that come out in the sunshine and the summertime - thereâs one on the inside of his beautiful thigh scarily close to his dick and it makes him feral when you kiss or bite at it.Â
To Leon, the only benefit of working for the US Government is travel perks - when flying he always flies first class, and it's the only time he can be comfortable on public transport bc heâs a unit of a manÂ
Any other time, he has to curl in on himself and crush his legs together to not take up more than his designated space.Â
can spread his thick delicious thighs as much as he wantsÂ
in the summertime he likes to workout outside
will do push-ups whilst shirtlessÂ
you try not to pass out at the sight of his muscles flexing + slick with sweatÂ
sometimes youâll sit on his back as he does this when he wants some extra weightÂ
baby boy is so strong it makes u droolÂ
Loves wearing shorts but gets self-conscious if he wears them in public.
Absolutely will steal your sunglasses to wear whilst heâs outside - (we couldnât get the image of Leon shirtless in little shorts wearing heart shaped sunglasses out of our heads)
one day he wants to surprise you by wearing his old rpd uniform (cute play on all the times you would playfully call him âofficer Kennedyâ) but you hear him grunting in frustration from the bedroom so u go to check it outÂ
shit does not fit this man
not even a littleÂ
trousers caught around his legs bc the material wonât fit over his juicy thighs + ass. Youâre trying not to drool at the sight. waistband is fr about to snapÂ
dick bulge bc the trousers donât fit over that eitherÂ
shirt also doesnât fit - buttons are straining within an inch of their life against his broad chest, waiting to pop Â
only thing that does fit is the old bulletproof vest - barely.Â
âNever got to wear my summer uniform, and I didnât want to buy a new one so⊠I tried to make my own butâŠâ
baby boy is blushing in embarrassment at his failed attempt to be sexyÂ
but oh he has no ideaÂ
what heâs doing to you rnÂ
have to pick your jaw off the floor at the sight of himÂ
heâs sweating a little too from the effortÂ
you want him to choke you out with his thighs or biceps, youâre not pickyÂ
You tell him to turn around and youâll try to help him pull them up at the back but this is a ruse -Â you just want to see his ass jiggle as he tries to force the trousers up.Â
âIâm sorry, I can't get them on..â he whines, annoyed that he canât surprise you anymore.Â
âItâs okay, pretty boy, I need you to take them off anywayâ Â
devouring this man like heâs a piece of cake on godÂ
strawberry to be preciseÂ
When youâre fucking him, if you grab at his ass itâll drive him crazy
You have to resist the urge to motorboat him when his bare chest is freely offered to your greedy eyes.
the juiciest tits u ever seenÂ
Donât be fooled tho - tho this man is a beast, he âs actually a puppy on the inside.Â
He absolutely adores getting to cuddle with you and lie on your chest and snooze - because heâs bigger than you he tends to worry about crushing you but you reassure him that it's okay (glory glory what a hell of a way to die).Â
We could go all day (much like Leon) but weâll stop there for now!
Comment âBingo!â if you made it to the end, and let us know if youâd like more!
Love,Â
Ichigo and Dream xoxo
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