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bks-writing-adventures · 3 months ago

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Little Dancer (Aemond Targaryen X Lannister! Reader)

Summary: A wholesome little journey between the first time Aemond met his wife to the birth of their children.

Warnings: Mentions of childbirth, brief mentions of sex.

Aemond never thought he would be a father. He never even thought he would get married, until you came around at a ball. He forgot what it was, a name day of his nephews? Some celebration for his parents marriage? None of it mattered, because he sat still at his family table, watching the room dance and watching lords get drunk and stupid. And all of a sudden you had blocked his view, your hands on either side of his plate.

“Do all Princes sit pouting at balls?” You asked. The question flustered him, his one eye meeting yours. It was like you were challenging him, and the thought made his heart spin in his chest.

“Only when he has no one to dance with.” He answered. The words magically came to him, and he held his breath as he had waited for you to respond.

“It is a good thing I am here then, is it not? Or would you rather sit here, eating scraps and wishing to be elsewhere?” You were so teasing- so confident, and before he knew it, his hand was wrapped around yours, and you were walking backward as you dragged him to the dancefloor. He did not have the time to be self conscious, and he could no longer let his eye wander as his hands landed on yours, spinning you, watching how your skirts swished and your hair got fluffy and frizzed.

“So who are you, my little dancer?” He asked softly, holding you closer to him. You were warm, and he couldn’t tell what was making his heart pound. Your presence or the wine, or maybe an intoxicating blend of both.

“(Y/N) Lannister,” You answered, licking your lips as the song ended. “If you wish to get to know me, we should move somewhere quieter,” You said gently, and he smiled as his eye wandered.

“I know a place,” He said softly, his arm linked with yours as he carefully lead you out and into the gardens. It was quite the scandalous thing, he was well aware- but he didn’t care enough to stop. His brother was far from proper, he was a criminal and a disappointment. Speaking to a pretty girl in the garden would not be the worst crime. The garden hiccuped with the sounds of grasshoppers and frogs, and you smiled at the sound.

“Do you know what that sound is?” You asked softly, and he gave you a curious look as you walked further into the great land of flowers.

“Frogs,” He said simply, to which you nodded.

“Mating frogs. Do you know how many eggs a frog can lay at once?” You asked.

“Do you tell everyone your favorite amphibians facts, or am I special?” He smiled a little, trying not to let his interest show on his face.

“There are facts much more interesting than that,” You answered, and for a few minutes, the two of you simply walked in the quiet.

“How many eggs can a dragon lay?” You asked.

“You take an interest in dragons, My Lady?” He asked in return, to which you nodded. He quietly sat on a bench, pulling you down to sit beside him. The moonlight did not do much to guide either of you, but he could make out the bridge of your nose and the slight shine of your eyes in the darkness. “Well, they can lay five, at most.” He responded, wondering if that would be enough for you.

“Why is that? And what are they like?” You asked, resting your chin on your hand. You had always liked to learn about science, and this was your way in. Into the world of infinite books and knowledge. And he just had such a pretty face, which definitely helped the case.

“The eggs? They’re hard and large and scaly,” He responded, reaching over to touch your hand. It was a daring move, but he wanted to feel you. In the darkness, touch the soft skin of your hand and wrist, and you didn’t move away.

“Why is that? Are they not reptiles?” You asked quietly, and he had to lean closer to hear you.

“Dragons cannot be put into a box, My Lady. They are everything and nothing. No mortal could ever learn to understand them,” He murmured, gently guiding your hand to his mouth so he could kiss it. He wasn’t sure what it was about you that attracted him so. You were just so unconventional, untrained. It was fascinating.

“Not even Targaryens?” You asked softly as his breath tickled your fingers.

“Certainly not. We only shout commands and hope they listen,” He chuckled softly. He was about to speak again when a loud shout suddenly broke the walls of intimacy around them. For the love of Gods, this did not look good. He wasn’t sure if he pushed your hand away, or if you pulled it back, but all contact was quickly broken as the two of you rushed to stand up.

“Aemond, what is the meaning of this?” His mother sounded rather angry. She always was, whenever something like this happened. This was the worst possible time for her to wander over.

“Mother, I was simply conversing with the Lady Lannister, and-” She cut him off, making his lips purse.

“Without a chaperone, in the darkness, away from the sights of others? Do you understand how scandalous this is?” As you both shrunk under her lecture, neither of you argued back. And soon enough you and Aemond were sat before his mother and your own as they discussed.

“We did nothing unholy. We were only speaking of the anatomy of dragons,” You frowned, to which your mother quickly shook her head.

“Is that what they call it nowadays? This is out of control, and now your honor is ruined,” She huffed, and you stared down boredly at your hands. This is not how you thought your night would go, and the next sentence only made things more bizarre.

“Her honor is not ruined, and I will ensure it. I intend to make (Y/N) my wife.” Aemond spoke, making your head quickly turn. All arguments died out like a flame without air, his eye soft and apologetic as he looked at you. But neither of you could claim to be mad about it. It was only the Gods’ odd way of making a match, and the next days were full of shy conversation and blushing cheeks, loomed over by your parents as they dissected every interaction.

“I have a gift for you,” he said softly, pulling out a large book from his bag. It was bigger than your head, and the spine as so thick it could easily be mistaken for a brick.

“Wow,” You mumbled, trying to read the front cover, but it is not in Common. Your eyes looked to his face, a curious look taking over your own.

“It is in High Valyrian, its one of the oldest books in our library- well, not that one, that is a copy. The original would crumble like sand in your palms. But the language will be important for you to learn, I thought we could practice together,” He spoke, getting a little shy. It was a sweet sight, and you nodded as he explained.

“Then you should allow me to teach you some Nyvia.” You responded. His brows scrunched a little. He had never heard of the language in his life.

“And what is that?” He asked gently, intrigued. He didn’t realize you were bilingual, too.Your children would be an interesting batch.

“My mothers first language. It is dying out, not many speak it anymore. Are you familiar with the island of Nyav?” You asked, and he nodded slowly. He had read about it in history books. It had been a brilliant place of beautiful plants and even more beautiful people. The stories said that it was lost to the sea, or to conquering, no one was sure. You were like a God of the old world, sitting right before him.

“She lived there as a young girl, escaped before it disappeared, when she was betrothed to my father. I will admit that my own speaking is messy, but at least it is alive,” You spoke, slowly opening the book he had given you. You squinted a little. The letters were familiar, but the order was unlike anything you had ever seen. The longer he looked at you, the more questions formed in his head.

“Do you think you have any Valyrian in you?” He asked. Nyvia had belonged to no one at all, no one knew where the people came from, only that they had not been there all along. Perhaps it had begun with Targaryen’s fleeing the Doom, or other Valyrians that escaped to the sea and washed upon its shores.

“I do not think so. I do not look the part,” You reminded him, watching as his hand inched closer to yours, your fingertips brushing. It was perhaps the most touch you would be allowed until after you were married.

“White hair does not make a Valyrian. It was only a thought,” He said, gently shrugging. His mind wandered to your children, the ones he would have with you. How many there would be. If they would have hair like yours, or hair like his own. How they would look on dragonback, and if you could all fly together as a family. Vhagar was more than big enough for two. You could hold his waist, and he would fly ahead of the children, and they would follow him like ducklings. Maybe you would have 12 children, one for every moon of the year. He cleared his throat as his mother called for him. Your meeting was done for the day. And when two more moons passed, it was finally your wedding day. Your dress clung to every part of your body, and your hair was covered with a heavy veil, beaded with pearls and gems big enough to pay off an entire house.

The maids had tried to get you to agree to having pinned hair, or a more tradition style, but you declined. You never liked having too much on you, weighing you down. The air was stuffy with the breath of hundreds, and you tried not to look at the crowd as Aemond stood before you. “Kessa sagon sȳz. Laesi va nyke.” He murmured softly, and you nodded as your eyes studied his face. He was wearing his fanciest eyepatch. You wondered how many were in his collection, and if you would ever see him without it. If he slept with it on. As you both repeated the words of the Septon, and it came time for the kiss- you stared at each other for a long, awkward few seconds, trying to figure out which one of you would lean in first. You may have been brave enough to approach him that first night, when he was just a sulking stranger. But now things were so much bigger. You had an audience.

Finally, once he accepted you would not be the one to do it, he leaned down to press a brief, awkward kiss on your mouth, and you both parted with small, sheepish smiles. Once you were at your table, you both let out deep breaths from your lungs, and finally,you could curl up together, your arms looped around his as you giggled into his sleeve. “That was unbearable,” Your words were light, but the hit was strong, and he chuckled awkwardly. He had hoped the kiss was not that bad. But he felt a wave of uncertainty rushing into him. The first kiss was supposed to be magical, like you were bathing in fire and pureness and all that was good. But it felt like a child smushing two dolls together.

He only hoped that with time, things would get better. And oh, how they certainly did. The bedchamber was full of soft sounds, and for every moan came ten laughs and raised brows. “Mm.. you sound like you are being murdered,” He murmured into your shoulder, and you smiled as you squeeze his hand.

“And you sound like you’ve run 30 miles,” You responded as he panted onto your skin.

“Oh, hush,” He smiled, gently biting your neck.

“Little vampire,” You mumbled before he gently guided your face down to a pillow. He did not expect anything to come of your night of teasing and touch, but when six weeks had passed, he woke in the morning to you squirming from his arms.

“It is too early for you to wake.” He grumbled. He had been an early bird before your marriage, before he was up into the early hours of dawn inside you, kissing you, teaching you High Valyrian as you tried to teach him Nyvia.

“Yoane,” He spoke, and you shook your head.

“Yo-awn-ee.” You repeated, and he tried once more.

“Yoane,” He nodded, and you groaned into your hands.You were trying to teach him the words for love, your face pink with laughter. But as you rushed to the bathroom, your face took on an almost gray hue, and he found himself holding your hair in a big bundle as you spittled into the chamberpot, your belly soft and your nose sensitive. You were with child, or perhaps three or four, for when you reached your second trimester, you were a giant.

“Mmm… you are like a dragon,” He mumbled as he kissed upon your stretched skin.

“How so?” You asked softly, caressing his hair as his cheek pressed onto your belly.

“You are going to lay a whole clutch. You must have three or four in here,” He marveled at the size of you, and you rolled your eyes.

“I am telling your mother that you said that,” You responded, making his brows scrunch together.

“You would not dare.” In the months of your marriage, Queen Alicent had grown quite attached to you. While she loved her son, she had always found him to be rather an intense man. She wasn’t afraid of him, no, but she never thought he would find marriage. Find joy. She thought he would grow old and become a knight or a philosopher, and she was quite pleased with you for bringing out these new parts of him. And so, if she learned of his comments of your size, she would beat him messy with a sock. When you were finally about to burst at the seams, you learned that there were things far more stressful than a wedding day. It was like everyone wanted to see your baby plop out, Alicent walking the room as they propped your legs off.

“Would you mind leaving the room? This is a rather private matter,” Aemond spoke to his mother in a hushed voice, to which she gently shook her head.

“And I am to be the grandmother of this child. I am close family, am I not? This is a huge deal for you, my youngest son having his first child!!” She gushed, and you shifted uncomfortably.

“It may be hours before the baby arrives,” You groaned quietly, pushing the small wooden tools away from your legs. “I do not wish for too many to see my blood and my mess,” Your eyes held a certain fire, and your jaw clenched, and slowly her face filled with an understanding, nodding slowly. You were no Rhaenyra, and you were no enemy. You were her daughter in law, the wife of her youngest son. And so quietly, she left the room, leaving you to the midwives, the maesters, and your husband.

“Perhaps you would like to leave, My Prince. It is not necessary for the husband to stay,” One of the Maesters spoke, to which you quickly shouted.

“If you leave me I will ensure that you never get to hold the baby.” You said quickly.

“I would not dream of it, my dearest,” He responded, coming closer so you could hold his hand. Several hours passed of loud noises and angry shouts, little crescent moons cut into his hand from your grasp. Child after child escaped your womb, until a whole batch of seven was swaddled. The midwives had to call for backup to tend to all the children, each of them around five pounds. It was a concerning miracle, and Aemond’s eye widened as he stared at all the squirming infants.

“By the seven..” He murmured, quite literally. A child for every god. What a miracle it was. His heart fluttered with fear as he reached out to one of the infants, the only girl, her hand slowly curling around his finger. It was beautiful and scary all at once, like a comet scratching the sky. It was all so very real all of a sudden, his breath catching in his throat as his eye watered.

“Are they all healthy?” You asked softly, sitting up slowly, your hands curling up. “Yes,” One of your handmaids quickly told you.

“Small but mighty, they are all warm and crying,” She spoke, wiping sweat from your face. You smiled, taking a deep breath, your eyes slightly puffy as two of the babies were placed on your chest. Two of the boys, one with hair like your own, and the other with a head of snow, little curls still damp from birth. “Look at his little swirly wirlies.” You mumbled, and Aemond chuckled as he leaned over, two of the babies in his own arms. One with gingery Hightower hair, the other with hair like his own. What the litter you had. “How many girls?” You asked softly, reaching to gently take the blankets off, but Aemond answered you before you had to use your energy.

“Just the one,” He said softly, placing her on your belly. The two of you laid in the bed for hours, covered in babies on every limb and surface. It was a mess, a loud swarm of little coos and crying. But neither of you had ever been happier. Aemond never thought he’d be a good father, but he sure could do his best.

Thank you to everyone who reads!! Feel free to send in requests :)

-BK ♡

#house of the dragon #aemond x oc #asoiaf #aemond fic #aemond fanfic #aemond x reader #aemond x you #aemond targaryen #dad! aemond

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jaemna · 2 months ago

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— [ 12:12am ]

wc 1.1k

jaemin x fem!reader, mdni!!

an : pls forgive me if this sucks it is currently past 4am and i’m a bit delirious but jaemin sent me into a maniacal spiral so i had to write a little something 🤍

jaemin’s front door slams open with a force that rattles the walls, and probably would have startled him, had he not been expecting it. there’s a second bang as the door is thrown shut not even a second later, and the sound of hurried, shuffling footsteps across his floor increases in volume as they rapidly come closer and closer to his bedroom.

you appear then in his doorway, and jaemin can’t help the smirk that spreads across his face as he peeks up at you over the top of his phone. he can tell you’ve been running by the weight of your breaths in the silence you’ve disrupted upon your arrival.

you stare at him for a brief second, a flicker in your sharp gaze that he’s not at all a stranger to, but hasn’t seen quite so intensely; its a look he recognizes immediately as lust.

his eyes meet yours from his position- calm, cool, collected. there’s an extremely stark contrast in the vibes present between the two of you. the heat in your eyes only intensifies and your gaze moves away from his face.

the back of jaemin’s head rests on his wrist, the lift and bend of his arm making the swell of his bicep ever more prominent. he's shirtless, and the expanse of his arm leads directly down to a completely unobstructed view of his entire torso. a pair of sweatpants sit so low and lazily on his hips you can see the sharp angles of his pelvic bone and the dip of his stomach into his v line.

he knows exactly what he’s doing, and you do, too. it takes every morsel of self control you have not to fall to your knees right then and there. jaemin’s gaze never leaves your own, and he purposely builds tension by waiting for you to speak first.

“have you lost your mind?”

jaemin chuckles then, finally pushing himself up to sit up on the edge of the mattress.

“what do you mean?” he muses, tilting his head and torturing you with the same effortless smile that sends a shiver up your spine every time.

“do not play dumb with me na jaemin, you know exactly what i mean,” there’s an edge to your voice, but jaemin knows better than to read it as anger.

jaemin thinks you look so cute right now, with your frilly little sleep shorts and worn out bunny slippers and a hoodie he let you borrow months and months ago that at this point belongs to you now. your hair is messy in the same way it is when you wake up, frizzed up by your pillow, and he knows that it took you all of three minutes at most from the moment you saw his post to be out the door and on the way here, just for him.

he can see straight through your serious demeanor, the furrow in the brow and the cock of your hip as you cross your arms. the pink on your cheeks and your eyes trained on his shoulders as he leans back on his hands give it away like a secret that was never meant to be kept.

jaemin lifts his hand and motions you toward him with two fingers, and you immediately oblige, the little bunny ears on your slippers flopping as you walk forward. he hooks his fingers in the pockets of your hoodie when you’re close enough to reach and pulls you up against him, sitting you on his lap and resting his large hands on the plush of your thighs that straddle his waist.

“what’s wrong, sweet girl?” he purrs up at you, his eyes shining, and your willpower to stay composed dwindles by the second. you give his chest a little shove, a pout on your face.

“you know what’s wrong!” you whine. “my sexy boyfriend is what’s wrong.”

“that’s an interesting issue to have, it must be really difficult,” jaemin says, a pout on his face that matches your own. heat floods your body in waves from the way he wraps his strong arms around your middle, his hands sliding up under the hem of your hoodie to ghost his fingers up and down the bare skin of your back. you glare down at his stupidly pretty face.

“it is when you have to share him with the whole world,” you mutter with a frown. your eyes fall to watch your finger trace along his collarbone.

“aww, baby, don’t be grumpy,” jaemin coos, squeezing lightly on your hips. he leans forward to press a soft kiss to your shoulder. “you don’t have to share me with anyone.”

the warmth of his breath as he speaks brings out a fluttery sigh, so light you didn’t think he would even catch it, but you feel his lips smirk against you. he travels up, placing sweet, wet kisses up the side of your neck, humming into your skin when you tilt your head to give him more access.

“but it’s good to know,” he starts, sucking at the sensitive spot just under your jaw that he knows so well. you let out a soft whimper, so sweet it makes his heart skip a beat. “that such a simple picture riled my girl up so much.”

you feel a flutter in your stomach and a beat between your legs, and you have to swallow down a groan as one of his hands slides around the junction of your hip and your thigh, his fingers dancing up to the hem of your shorts and right down the middle of your panties. he smirks, swelling with pride when he feels how wet you are.

“you’re the devil,” you whine in a meek voice, no real weight behind your words, and he smirks evilly.

“then i guess we balance each other out, huh angel?”

he leans up then, cupping your face to look at him, and presses his lips against yours. you give up control immediately, letting him tilt your chin to open your mouth and let his tongue slide through. the kiss is slow yet feverish, and you wrap you arms around his broad shoulders to pull him closer until there’s not a sliver of space left between you.

he pulls away after a second and you chase his lips as he does, involuntarily rocking forward. jaemin gulps, feeling the friction between his legs and he grips your waist to steady you. you almost cry out when his fingers move away from where you need him the most, a cold and empty feeling replacing it.

you look at him, his face flushed and his eyes hazy as he looks right back at you. a genuine smile quirks up his glossy lips and he tucks the bottom one between his teeth, tracing his thumb across your cheek.

“i’m all yours, baby.”

you rock your hips up on his lap again, making his eyes flutter closed and he tilts his head back. a low groan rises in his throat, caught in the rhythm you begin to set so desperately. your hand makes its way into his hair, giving it a gentle tug. he lets out a heavy breath through his nose, his jaw tensing up and his brows pinching together, still biting down on his lip. you lean forward, the tip of your nose brushing against the shell of his ear, your voice airy and quiet as you speak.

“prove it.”

#i’ll reread this tomorrow and hopefully i don’t hate it then 💀#na jaemin #jaemin #nct dream #na jaemin x reader #jaemin x reader #nct dream x reader #na jaemin smut #jaemin smut #nct dream smut

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sugawhaaa · 2 months ago

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ATEEZ SMUT REACTION

💧When you're ovulating💧

Warning:: Smut

Pairing:: ot8!ateez x fem!reader

A/N:: guess who's ovulating? ME 😭💔

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Hongjoong

Hongjoong followed your cycle pretty closely. He didn't know exactly day by day but he knew generally what week you'd be in what phase. However, his predictions were a little off and he'd regret it...big time.

"There's my beautiful girl," he smiles as he turns to you from his breakfast. "How's my baby this morning?" He hugs you and you groan. You look up at him and Hongjoong almost jumps. "U-Uh baby, did you not sleep well last night?" He pats your head softly, straightening out the frizz in your hair.

"I've been up since 4am," you groan as you unclasp his arms from you.

"Oh? Is something the matter?" He thought maybe you got your period through the night but that was impossible. You had your period so recently it wouldn't make sense. You groan softly as you gather up a sad excuse of a breakfast.

"I..." you pause and sigh. "I was unbearably horny. All morning," you explain and he freezes. Not quite the answer he was expecting. He calmly goes over to you and puts his hand on your lower back.

"Why didn't you come get me? I could've helped?" He looks at you with sincere eyes. You sigh softly and shake your head.

"Come on, when you finish your breakfast let's go back to my bed, open the curtains and have sex. Sound good?" He smiles as he holds your waist softly. You ponder his offer for a moment as you stare at your breakfast. You then look up at him and see the pure adoration and excitement in his eyes and can't simply refuse.

"Alright, you got me," you kiss his cheek and he smiles.

Seonghwa

"Hey, babe...care to explain why you charged a hundred and forty dollars to our credit card?" Seonghwa says as he enters the bathroom. You were currently in the shower and aside from the water running there was a soft buzzing coming from behind the curtain.

Shit, you used the wrong card...how are you gonna play this off cool?

"I got you a surprise but it's for...your birthday," you blush as you try to find the button on the vibrator in your pussy.

"Yeah...you got me three sex toys?" He says as he looks at the description of the payments. You facepalm and sigh. "Baby, if you wanted to get some toys you could've just asked. It's a lot of money though sweetie," he says as he approaches the curtain.

"I'm sorry," you say sincerely as the buzzing stops. You reach for the handle of the shower and turn it off. "It's just...I'm ovulating and I couldn't help myself," you explain as you pull the little vibrator out of you. "I know it's not an excuse but...every month I feel like it's getting more intense and my hands and dildo weren't enough to satisfy me," you explain and seonghwa puts his phone away.

"I understand sweetie," he looks at your silhouette in the curtain. "Do you...want to show me what you got?" You can hear the smile in his voice as he speaks.

Yunho

"Hey baby, are you okay in there?" Yunho asks on the otherside of the bathroom door. In the bathroom you sat on a towel with your legs spread wide.

"U-Uh yup!" You say as you continue to slide the dildo in and out of yourself.

"Are you sure?" He asks again creeping the door open. You rush up to slam it shut.

"Yup! Totally, okay," you say as you hold the door and Yunho sighs.

"Baby, just let me help you," he replies and you freeze as you lean against the door. "I know you're playing with yourself. I thought I'd leave you to your personal time but you sound so...desperate," he rests his head against the door and you release your grip on the door.

"I am," you sigh and step back letting him come inside the bathroom.

"Why are you upset?" He puts a hand to your shoulder, his touch feather light.

"I'm ovulating and seems no matter how many times I cum I'm still just as horny," you explain, and Yunho nods.

"We'll get you sorted out," he rubs your back softly and you look at him nervously. He brings his hand down to your toy and gently pulls it from you. Cum drips all down it and your thighs, proving how many times you have orgasmed already.

Yeosang

In the middle of the night Yeosang feels a bundle of warmth cover him, a little bit of weight too. As he stirs awake he notices that his precious girlfriend is piled on top of him, wrapping her arms around him. He lazily lifts an arm and pats her back.

"Baby," he groans softly in a groggy voice. Despite his eyes barely being open he has a smile on his lips and he looks excited to see you. "What do you need?" He asked, his words slurred slightly. You whine in response, rubbing your body against his.

"I...I'm horny," you explain and he lifts his head up, his eyes now open.

"Really?" He said, amusement lingering in his voice. "You want my help?" He holds you as he hikes his body up on the bed. He tucks back some of your hair before finally noticing you were wearing pretty much nothing. You through a t-shirt over yourself but not much more. You nod with a little hum, agreeing to what he had asked. "Alright baby let's get you sorted out," he kisses your neck and plays with the ends of your hair. "Do you want foreplay or are you too needy?" He smiles.

"Too needy. I need your cock," you whine and Yeosang nods.

"Just give me a minute sweetie," he pats your ass before getting up. He strips, stretches, and prepares some water for you. "Okay, let's get you back to sleep," he kisses your forehead before laying down, pulling you onto his lap.

San

"Babe I can't wait~" you whine over the phone as San drives back home from work. You had been whining for him to come home as soon as possible for at least 20 minutes.

"I'm on my way Y/N, what is up with you today? You hardly let me get out of bed and messaged me all day while I was working," he speaks clearly into the speaker and you sigh.

"It's just...I'm ovulating, I think," you say sheepishly, and all the dots connect in San's head. "It's really bad today I just really need you Sannie," you blush as you speak and San nods.

"I understand baby," he says as the light turns green. "I'm almost home. You get yourself all warmed up and ready for me," he says before making a little kiss sound into the phone. You giggle softly before replying.

"Okay, I will," your smile could be heard in your voice.

"Good girl," he says before hanging up.

Mingi

"Mingi!" You called out from the shower. Mingi calmly entered the bathroom, not understanding your distress.

"What?" He asks in a smooth deep voice. His eyes scan the bathroom for anything you might need. There was a towel hung up and your cloth wasn't on the rack so you must've had it.

"Can you please come in with me~" you whine before pulling back the curtain a bit to look at him. He was surprised by your offer but he was still hesitant.

"Why?" He chuckles softly and you groan.

"Because I want you to join me~" you grab his hand, water dripping down your own. He sighs before taking off his clothes. You smile as he steps into the shower.

"Don't tell me you're going to just make me wash your back or something," he frowns at you and you laugh.

"No, I just want to be with you," you reply as you tuck back his dry hair, your fingers dampening it. You run your hands down his chest and he cocks his head slightly. You trail your hands further stopping at his waist as you look down at his temporarily soft member. He raises an eyebrow at you, his cock twitching slightly under your gaze.

"Can I help you?" He chuckles as he strokes back your hair.

"Sorry...I can't help myself when," you pause for a moment but Mingi encourages you to continue. "When I'm ovulating," you blush softly and reach out to touch him. He lets out a shakey breath.

"Alright, baby now you're just asking for it. Turn around and spread your legs," he encourages, nodding his head forward and you freeze. "Go on, you heard me," he kisses your cheek before twirling you around. He presses his body against the back of yours as you lean against the wall. His hands begin to trail down your ass making your flesh heat up.

Wooyoung

"Care to explain why there are multiple porn tabs open on my laptop?" Wooyoung stands in front of you showing you his laptop screen. There were at least 13 separate tabs open, all of them being porn videos.

Earlier you were so desperately horny and wanted to watch porn while you masturbated. Your phone died so you decided the next best option would be Wooyoung's computer. He wouldn't even know because you'd close out all the tabs anyway. Turns out that after the orgasm of your life, you were terribly thirsty and after getting a drink you completely forgot about Wooyoungs laptop. Now that wooyoung was home he noticed the vulgar content consuming his computer.

"Oh I...forgot about that," you blush and he sighs.

"Was it one of those days?" Wooyoung asks as he sits next to you on the couch closing out the tabs one by one.

"Yeah kinda. I'm ovulating actually," as soon as the word ovulating escaped your lips Wooyoung's head snapped over to you.

"You're ovulating!?" He sounded excited by your confession leaving you temporarily confused. He sets the laptop aside before abruptly running around the house. He returns with multiple packets of condoms and sex toys for you. "Come on we got no time to waste," he pats his thigh and you look at him confused. You hesitantly shift onto his lap and he pulls you closer by your thighs, both of your crotches pressed directly against each other.

Jongho

He had been watching you from the corner of his eye for a few minutes now. You were constantly shifting your stance or sitting position. Your face was nearly constantly flushed and you went to the washroom more frequently than usual. Jongho stayed by the stone as he watched your dinner sizzle in the pan.

He knew exactly what your body was telling him right now. You were begging for him to rail you and he could quite literally smell it off you. As you stood next to him by the stove he kept his eyes on what he was doing while he spoke to you. "What's the date today?"

"Uhm it's the 8th," you reply and he nods.

"Ah, I see now," he sets the spatula down and turns to you. "You're ovulating. That's what this is about," he gestures to your body, tense, sweaty and hot. "You know if you want sex all you gotta do is ask," he shrugs, a hand on his hip. You then lunge forward and capture his lips in yours. The two of you fumble backward until he's pressed against the counter. His hands grip your ass, massaging it as he roams his tongue around your mouth.

He pulls you back and looks you up and down before smirking. "Bend over the counter," he points to the island in the middle of the kitchen. You do as he asks, hesitantly laying your body against the counter. He comes up behind you, rubbing his erection against your folds through your clothing. "I think we should have some cream with our dinner tonight hm?"

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