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moonhoures · 3 years ago

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first love part 3

pairing: soobin (txt) + reader (fem.)

genre: non-idol!au, college!au, angst, fluff, smut [ nsfw | mdni ]

warnings: 18+, explicit smut, minors do not interact, oral (f & m receiving), facial, cum eating, light choking, overstimuation, finger sucking, soft dom!soobin, sulky & jealous!soobin, unprotected sex (but reader is on birth control so), vaginal penetration, slight mention of breeding kink?, nipple play, multiple orgasms, dirty talk, soobin calls reader “slut” like once, marking, hair pulling, aftercare in the shower, idk if it’s considered exhibitionism but they have sex in a house where other people are sleeping?, and i think that’s everything. let me know if i missed anything!

word count: ~20.9K

synopsis:

disclaimer: i completely made up the names for soobin’s family members. this is all fictional and in no way does it portray his family irl. none of this is meant to disrespect his family, so please don’t take it seriously. we’re here to have fun :)

a/n: first, thank you to everyone who read the first two parts and enjoyed them/left feedback, i appreciate you more than you know. thank you for also being so patient while i worked on this part! i know it was a super long wait. again, i’m sorry for that! second, the formatting on this is fucked up, but ‘ ― ― ― ‘ is considered a little time skip. happy holidays!!!! xoxo

posted: december 22, 2021

haven’t read the first love series? you can catch up here

“Are you sure you’re alright?”

The tiny, loose strand on the hem of your skirt fell limp as you let go of it, turning your attention to your boyfriend in the driver’s seat. He met your eyes quickly before returning them to the road, but in that small moment you could see a glimpse of worry.

“Yeah,” you repeated it again, not sure if you were trying to convince him or yourself, “Yeah, I’m fine. Why?”

“Because you’ve barely spoken since we dropped Yeonjun off,” he replied.

You wanted to rebuttal and tell him it wasn’t true, but when you took note of the time, you realized he was right. The two of you dropped your mutual friend off at the train station as it was on the way to Soobin’s parents house.

That’s right. Today was the day you would finally meet his family. After Yeonjun was left at the station, you had thirty minutes left until you would arrive at Soobin’s childhood home. The entire ride you spent the time in internal turmoil, stressing about the ‘what if’s. What if they don’t like me? What if they think I’m not good enough for Soobin? What if I don’t meet their expectations? What if they don’t like their gifts? You got so immersed in your negative thoughts that Soobin had noticed your distressed expression shortly after your extended silence.

“Did you forget anything back at your dorm? Because we can turn back,” he said. You looked at him with wide eyes, an unbelieving smile creeping on the corners of your lips. Even if you had left anything behind, there was no way on Earth you were going to let him turn around and make the forty-five-minute drive back for it.

“No, Soobin. I didn’t leave anything. I’m just nervous is all,” you explained, turning away to avoid his gaze. Instead, you watched the random town you were in whiz by you outside the window.

“Why?” he asked, a pout evident in his voice, “You said you were really excited, and they’re all looking forward to meeting you. You can’t back out on me now, _______.”

He said the last sentence in a playfully threatening tone, making a grin appear on your lips. It grew wider when you felt his hand reach over to comfortingly rub your lower thigh. Your eyes made contact with his again before he smiled and leaned over to press a kiss to your cheek. He added, “We’re almost there. Just a few more minutes.”

You nodded, taking a deep breath in an attempt to calm your nerves. You had daydreamed about this day for so long. Soobin had told stories about growing up with his siblings—his sister forcing him to have tea parties with her or fighting with his brother over video games. His eyes always lit up when he spoke about his sister’s son, often showing you pictures of him. He was a toddler now, and Soobin would gush to you about how fun it was being an uncle. Like he said, you were really excited to meet them, so why was your stomach in knots?

“We’re here!” he announced, pulling you from your wandering thoughts again. You took note of how nice the neighborhood was, and his house was no exception. It was a two story, with a nice front lawn and a spacious driveway that was currently taken up by three vehicles, leaving only space for him to park. “Looks like my brother’s already here. I guess my sister will come by for dinner.”

Soobin told you to leave the luggage in the car for now, eagerly gesturing for you to follow him inside. You had only enough time to give yourself a once-over in the car window’s reflection before he took your hand and had you following him up the driveway to the front door. He opened the door with one hand as his other one held yours, squeezing it reassuringly while he guided you inside, “Mom! Dad! We’re home~!”

An unintelligible shout came from somewhere in the house, followed by the sounds of footsteps. While the sounds made their way towards you, you admired the living room. The furniture was set up nicely, facing the middle of the room that was nice and open for a pretty rug that matched the drapes over the window. A fireplace was lit on the other side of the room between the lit-up, decorated Christmas tree and the staircase that led to the second floor. The bottom of the staircase met the doorway to the dining room where Soobin’s mother emerged, a huge grin on her face at the sight of the two of you.

Soobin closed the door behind you before turning to her and engulfing her in a big bear hug. You watched with a happy heart as she pressed kisses to his cheeks.

“Mom, you’re acting like you didn’t see me two months ago,” he joked, laughing as she pinched his cheek.

“And you’re acting like a mother can’t miss her son,” she replied with equal attitude before turning to you. For a moment you wondered how her smile could get any bigger, but it did. She reached forward and enveloped you in an equally big hug, patting your back, “It’s so nice to finally see you! You’re so much prettier in person.”

You recalled when Soobin had visited for Chuseok, he had FaceTimed you one night, and his mother had walked in. She had begged him to see you over the phone and when he showed you on the other side, she was just as happy then as she was now. She was the one to suggest making concrete plans for you to visit for winter break, and that’s how you ended up here now.

Soobin’s father followed soon after, embracing Soobin in a hug before doing the same to you, “Yes, his mother has been talking about meeting you all morning.”

His words caused your cheeks to warm up, the flattery making your heart weak but happy. Their positive words were comforting as opposed to the worries you had during the ride here. Soobin’s father asked about the ride, if there was any traffic. His mother complimented your outfit, asking where you got your pieces from. In the midst of the conversation, you noticed a man—who you concluded was Soobin’s brother—coming from the kitchen to join the four of you.

“Welcome home, Soobin,” he smiled, getting your boyfriend’s attention as he embraced him.

“Sungmin~ This is my girlfriend, _______,” Soobin stepped aside, gesturing to you. You politely greeted him, reaching out to shake his hand which he accepted.

“Mom was right, you are very beautiful in person,” he commented, “For a while I was starting to believe Soobin was making you up.”

You chuckled softly, “Nope. I’m very much real. And thank you, you’re very handsome as well.”

You had seen him in photographs before, but only the ones on Soobin’s social media. The photos weren’t updated though; his brother looked different now than he did in the pictures you saw. He just seemed more put-together and mature—given, he was probably in college in the pictures you saw. And from what you understood, he had graduated a couple years ago now. He carried himself confidently and his smile was charming. You could immediately tell that Soobin took after his mother and sister more and his brother took after his father.

“You guys must be exhausted from your trip,” his mother spoke, “Would you like drinks? Food?”

You shook your head, “I’m fine, thank you.”

“Okay, well, Soobin, why don’t you and your father go get your luggage, and I’ll give _______ a tour of the house?”

“Alright, Mom.”

― ― ―

“Uh, this- This used to be Soobin’s and his brother’s room. We turned it into an office after they moved out. This is just our coat closet, and this is the guest bedroom where you’ll be staying. It used to be his sister’s room. There’s an en-suite bathroom, so you won’t have to go downstairs to use the bathroom in the middle of the night.”

Soobin’s mother opened the room to the bedroom she was referring to, revealing a generous-sized room, a queen-sized bed in the middle with nice wooden posts. There was a door to the right that was open, showing that there was a sink, toilet, and shower inside.

“And that’s all of the house,” she wrapped up, right on time for Soobin and Sungmin to walk up with the last of the bags. “Oh honey, yours will go downstairs.”

“But I thought you said we were staying up here?” Soobin questioned.

“________ is staying up here. You two boys will be sleeping in the living room on the pull-out couch,” she explained, causing your boyfriend to groan in slight annoyance. You were a little bummed when you realized what she meant too, but you understood her reasoning. Your mother would’ve done the same.

“Mom, come on. Soobin is a good kid, and responsible. Let them share the room,” Sungmin spoke up. His mother looked conflicted, as if she wanted to keep her foot down but she also didn’t want to look like the bad guy. You were about to insist that you were fine with the arrangement when his brother spoke again, “I’m sure _______ will be more comfortable rooming with Soobin than by herself, and let’s be real. They’ve probably slept in the same bed before now anyways, right?”

Your cheeks felt aflame from his question, and you could tell Soobin was just as embarrassed by the remark, but he answered, “Yes. A few times, but we will be on our best behavior. Promise.”

His mother gave Sungmin a pointed look before turning to Soobin with the same look. After a moment, she sighed, “Fine, but no funny business.”

She directed the order at Soobin who nodded fervently. She turned to you with her familiar smile, “I trust you two. It’s just hard accepting that all my babies are adults now.”

You nodded, “I understand. My mom is the same way. Like Soobin said, we’ll be on our best behavior, Mrs. Choi.”

“Good,” she sighed again, but more from relief than defeat. She spoke out loud before turning to Soobin, “Well, I’ll let you two settle in while I finish preparing dinner. Your sister should be here soon.”

― ― ―

Soobin’s sister, Heejin, arrived right in time for dinner, with her husband and toddler in tow. She was gorgeous and did indeed share several similarities to her mother as well as your boyfriend. She greeted you with open arms and a comforting smile that made you long for a sister you never had growing up.

“_______, it’s so nice to finally meet you in person. This is my husband, Dohyun, and I’m sure Soobin’s shown you pictures of Jiwon.”

Her husband was sweet, introducing himself with a handshake. Her son, however, in his childish daze, sped past you to envelop Soobin’s legs in a tight hug, causing all of you to laugh. Your boyfriend picked him up by his armpits, swinging him up in the air before attacking his cheeks in kisses.

“He’s told me all about him,” you assured her, “And it’s nice to meet you, too. I’ve been looking forward to this for months.”

“Trust me, so have we,” she nodded, “Especially that one.”

She pointed to her mom who was now hugging and coddling her only grand baby while Soobin’s father asked him how excited he was to open presents.

Within minutes you found yourself in the kitchen, leaning against the counter in conversation with Heejin and her mother as the boys of the family occupied the living room. Soobin’s mom was checking on all of the food, making sure everything was cooking well while Heejin prepared drinks and silverware. You had offered to help, but since you were considered an honorary guest, they insisted you not do any ‘work’ for now. So, you sighed in defeat and obliged in conversation with them, and you had to admit you were really enjoying yourself.

Meanwhile, in the living room, Soobin was sitting with Jiwon on the floor, play-fighting with the young boy while his father, brother, and brother-in-law sat on the couch and recliners.

“She seems to be fitting in nicely so far,” Dohyun commented towards Soobin, the implication being that he was talking about you.

Soobin’s lips curled into a smile as he nodded, now only half paying attention to his energetic nephew by his side, “Yeah, it’s great. If everything works out, I want to bring her home for every holiday.”

“Have you visited her parents yet?” his father asked him.

“No, but she mentioned that she wanted to invite me for spring break.”

His dad nodded in understanding before his eyes looked over and settled on his eldest son, “And you, what happened with Yoona?”

Sungmin looked slightly annoyed by the question, piquing the other men’s curiosity, “I told Mom she wouldn’t be coming with me.”

Yoona was Sungmin’s girlfriend of almost a year. Soobin’s parents had met her several times and loved her, and she had made an appearance at their home for Chuseok just a few months ago. Which is why his father felt the need to ask why she didn’t join him now when she was invited.

“Did you guys break up?” Dohyun asked.

Sungmin nodded reluctantly, “She called me last week and broke things off. Said she needed to focus on finishing school and didn’t have time for our relationship.”

While his father and brother-in-law consoled him, offering words of encouragement for another opportunity, Soobin found himself thinking. Ever since his first relationship in high school, Sungmin was always the type to move quickly with girls. He wanted the most out of everything, and when things went south, he quickly picked himself up and moved on. If he was going through a breakup now, it was only a matter of time before he looked for someone new to get his hands on.

― ― ―

“Dinner’s ready!”

The sound of various chairs lightly dragging against the floor filled the dining room as the eight of you got seated. You sat at the end of one side of the table, Soobin to your right and his father to your left at the head of the table. Sungmin sat across from you while Dohyun sat between him and Heejin. Jiwon sat across from his mom, and lastly, Soobin’s mom sat at the other end of the table.

Food was passed around as discussions started among the family. Soobin’s father was speaking to Dohyun about work. Heejin and her mother were discussing daycare arrangements of Jiwon next year. Soobin was intently listening to Jiwon who was gushing about the toy train set he saw at a store earlier this week. Which left you pawing at your food with your fork, worrying if you looked as out of place as you felt.

“_______, what are you majoring in again?”

Your head lifted at the quiet mention of your name from across the table, and you made eye contact with Sungmin, “I’m a technical Music major.”

“Ah, so like music composition?”

“And production, yes,” you added, inwardly thankful that he was making an effort to befriend you, “What did you go to college for?”

He was briefly interrupted by his father asking him to pass the sweet potato noodles, but he eventually answered, “I graduated with a major in business and minor in marketing.“

Your eyebrows raised in interest, “My father works in marketing. Have you got a solid job yet? I could give you his contact information later. I’m sure he could help you get a job with him.”

The two of you continued talking about his career, and eventually you got comfortable talking about other topics such as school and hobbies and traveling. Soobin found himself growing envious of the attention you were giving his brother. Before your trip he had predicted that you and Heejin would hit it off, so it slightly annoyed him to see it wasn’t her but his brother that you clicked with.

Once everyone was full and the plates were empty, you insisted on helping Soobin’s mother with cleaning the dishes. She called on one more volunteer jokingly and before Soobin could even think of answering, Sungmin was up and playfully arguing over the silverware with you. Your boyfriend watched the two of you follow his mother into the kitchen, pouting when he could hear you laughing at a joke Sungmin must have told you. He willed himself to smile at Jiwon when he tugged on his sleeve and begged him to play with him in the living room where Heejin and Dohyun were already going with his father to watch TV. Soobin gave the kitchen one more glance before nodding and agreeing with his nephew, following him into the living room.

― ― ―

“I think that’s everything washed,” Soobin’s mother declared, drying her damp hands on a clean dish towel. Sungmin handed you the last few clean dinner plates to put back in the cupboard. “Sungmin, could you and ________ get the smaller plates out for dessert?”

“Ooh, what’s for dessert?” you asked, eyes lighting up at the idea of a good pie and some ice cream to top it off.

“Heejin brought some chocolate cake. Her friend owns a bakery and always makes us one for the holidays. It’s delicious,” Sungmin explained just as his mother pulled out a cake box and placed it on the counter. She opened the top to reveal a beautiful chocolate cake with dark icing and rosettes in white and red spaced out along the edges.

She tasked you and Sungmin with slicing the cake evenly and placing the slices on the dessert plates for everyone. Once that was done, you went to hand them out to everyone in the living room. Soobin was the last person you went to hand a plate to, but he declined, and that was the first time you noticed something was off about him. You gave him a look that said, ‘what’s wrong?’ without having to say it out loud, but he simply shook his head and gestured for you to keep the dessert for yourself. You decided to just leave it be and kept the plate, sitting beside him at the edge of the couch.

As everyone began eating their cake, you also dug into it with your fork, enjoying the taste of the fluffy, rich chocolate with the sweet icing. You were so invested in the cake as well as the story Heejin was telling her father about the new store her baker friend was building to even notice Sungmin and his mother entering the kitchen with their own cake in hands. But Soobin immediately took note of the glance his brother gave towards you as he decided on where to sit. Luckily for Soobin, there was no spot near you, so Sungmin had no other option than to take a seat on the couch across from the two of you. However, this didn’t stop him from taking what he thought were subtle glimpses in your direction. Maybe they were subtle enough not to get anyone else’s attention, but Soobin noticed every single one.

Now, Soobin never considered himself the jealous type even when the two of you started dating. He had full trust in you and never thought twice about any time you interacted with a guy—whether it be his close guy friends like Yeonjun or a random dude from one of your classes. But for some reason, seeing his brother showing special interest in you made his chest swell with a need to be proprietorial. He hated feeling like that; the last thing he wanted to do was seem controlling or possessive of you. He had seen some of his own friends do that to their partners and lose them; likewise, he had girl friends who had mentioned to him how annoying their boyfriends were when they got jealous and overbearing. If he even had the slightest chance of you feeling that way about him, he wouldn’t be able to forgive himself.

Still, in a moment of bad decision making and the need to show his brother that he was yours, he looked to you. You were listening intently to a story his father was telling–a story he wasn’t even half paying attention to–but when you saw him looking at you, you tilted your head as if to ask what was up.

“Can I have a bite?” he whispered, not wanting to interrupt his father.

You rolled your eyes jokingly at him before whispering back, “I offered you a piece and you declined. This is mine.”

You had full intentions of giving him a bite, but you wanted to tease him for a bit beforehand. It worked. His already-big puppy dog eyes slacked as his full lips formed a pout and he whined quietly, “Pleeeease~”

You sighed, shaking your head with a smile as you put a nice-sized amount of cake on your fork and brought it up to his grinning lips. They parted as you carefully set the fork in his mouth, the icing leaving a small residue over the corners of his lips. You couldn’t help but hide a giggle at how happy he seemed about you giving him a bite of your cake. After that, you went back to listening to his father’s story, trying to keep up with the events he was describing when you noticed Soobin’s eyes uncharacteristically glaring over at his brother. What you hadn’t seen before that was Sungmin watching the two of you with his own sense of envy. So, naturally, that was the second time you found Soobin’s behavior a bit odd.

― ― ―

The night went by in a blur, it seemed, but it went so much better than you could’ve hoped. You and the family spent hours talking until Jiwon finally fell asleep in Soobin’s lap on the couch after running around and playing with him and Dohyun. That’s when Heejin decided it was time to get home for the night. As Soobin carried Jiwon’s sleeping form to the car to set him in his car seat, Heejin explained to you that they had moved to Gwangju after her and Dohyun got married, but that they were renting a cabin only ten minutes away while they visited.

“We’ll be back in the morning,” she told you as Soobin shut the back door of their SUV, “Have a good night, guys.”

She hugged you, then her brothers, and finally her parents before they left. Sungmin resigned to the pull-out couch in the living room with the help of his father. You and Soobin went upstairs to your room after bidding his parents and brother a good night.

Finally, for the first time in hours, you were alone. Soobin let you take your shower first, opting to relax on the bed, scrolling on TikTok while he waited for you to finish. You showered without washing your hair since you had done so in the morning, and appeared in your pajamas, ready to relax after a long day. Soobin showered quickly after you, returning with only sweatpants on, running a towel over his wet hair. You glanced away from your Instagram feed to look at him in his post-shower glory, his freshly washed face looking smooth, cute, and pink.

Your boyfriend smiled shyly, noticing your gaze on him, “Stop looking at me like that.”

You chuckled, “Like what?”

“Like that. You’re making me blush.”

He pressed the back of his hand against his cheek, feeling the heated skin. Determining that his hair was damp enough, he slid a t-shirt over his head and onto his torso before sitting on the other side of the bed from where you were laying. With his back turned to you as he checked his emails and texts, you couldn’t help but get up onto your knees and hug him from behind. Your hands snuck over his shoulders until your chin rested on the left side of his neck.

“My family really likes you,” he spoke softly, the both of you smiling, “I can tell my mom and dad loved you. My sister had mentioned that you were really sweet.”

“Yeah, they’re all really nice and accepting,” you agreed, “I had fun today.”

He hummed in satisfaction, swiping to check his last texts from Yeonjun before he would turn off his phone. As he typed back a message, you spoke again, “Your brother is really funny. He was telling me a story about how when you were in middle school Heejin used to put make up on you and put bows and clips in your hair.”

A lump of annoyance and anger produced in Soobin’s throat. Of course, Sungmin would tell you embarrassing stories about him. Your boyfriend hummed again, acknowledging your words but not really responding. You noticed his shoulders had tensed up under you. Maybe he’s just tired, you thought, I should leave him alone so he can get some sleep. Right as those words floated through your mind, he shut his phone off and put it on his nightstand. His hands enveloped yours against his chest, holding them there as he eased into your touch.

“Let’s get some sleep,” you whispered, pressing what you thought was an innocent, chaste kiss against the side of his throat. You went to pull away, but he had other plans. Your arms had just slipped away from him when he turned in his spot to face you more, gripping your hands in his so you couldn’t move away. A small, startled noise escaped your lips as he tugged you forward carefully, his right hand reaching up to your cheek to bring you closer. His lips unexpectedly captured yours, causing the tiniest excuse of a moan to come from your mouth.

You found that you were losing yourself in the kiss, letting him take the lead easily as he continued to mould his lips against your own. After a moment you needed air, so you pulled away just enough for your skin to still brush against each other. Soobin’s breath fanned over your parted lips before he was diving back in, this time with his tongue. The warm, velvety muscle was precise and gentle in its movements, wanting you to surrender to him.

It was in the midst of your passionate make out, when his hands were finding purchase on your waist, that you took a second to consider where you were and what you were doing. With a quick and unfortunate decision, you managed to pull away again, but this time with the intention of stopping. Soobin’s lips moved forward in search of yours as you detached yourself from him, his eyes opening in confusion.

“I thought you were tired,” you chuckled, reaching up to push his half-dry hair away from his face where little droplets of water were still making their way down his face.

“Well, I’m not,” he said, his fingers on the skin of your hips urging you towards him.

Your eyebrows quirked as your hands met his, peeling his fingers off of you easily, “Soobin, we’re not doing this here. You heard your mom today.“

A pout formed on his luscious, kissed lips, but he nodded in understanding, “I’m sorry. I got excited.”

You smiled half-heartedly.

You understood all too well where he was coming from. Ever since that fateful weekend, while Yeonjun was away, and you and Soobin had your fun for the first time, the two of you didn’t have many opportunities to have sex. Being in college with roommates left you with little to no privacy on most days, but the two of you did put in some effort.

You had introduced Soobin to sexting, which he loved. You sent him naughty messages about what you wanted him to do to you when he got the chance. Soobin found himself practically drooling at the back of his classes where he would cautiously open your messages or Snapchats to reveal pictures of you in your bra or underwear. Because even if the two of you couldn’t find time to have sex together, you still had desires—wants and needs.

Soobin lost count of how many times he jerked off in the shower to the pictures you sent him shuffling through his head. When you got the dorm to yourself, while Sooyoung was in class or out with her other friends, you would read the messages between you and Soobin and let your hand do as much work as it could to satisfy you. But the one thing you two could agree on was that it wasn’t the same. Nothing compared to the feeling of each other, and you missed it. The last time the two of you had been alone was for his birthday when Yeonjun so graciously offered to sleep at Beomgyu’s for the night to give you two privacy. So, you couldn’t blame him for wanting to take advantage of this little time where the two of you were finally alone again.

“I know, baby. It’s okay. We’ll get other opportunities . . . eventually,” you said, rubbing your hand soothingly against his cheek, “But for now, you behave.”

Soobin smiled sheepishly before shaking his head, watching you try to hide your smirk as you got comfortable on your side of the bed. He followed suit, lying beside you, “You were into it, too, y’know. Practically pounced on me.”

You rolled your eyes as you reached over to turn off the lamp, “Goodnight, Soobin.”

“Goodnight, my love.”

― ― ―

The smell of fresh cooked breakfast woke you up the next morning on Christmas Eve. Your eyes slowly opened, and the first thing you noticed were the voices of Soobin’s family conversing downstairs. The second thing you noticed was how empty the bed felt behind you. You turned over to confirm that your boyfriend was missing, causing you to frown.

After checking your phone, doing your morning routine, and debating if you should change into your outfit for the day, you decided on staying in your pajamas for now before making your way to meet everyone downstairs. You were warmly greeted in the dining room by the family—including Heejin, Dohyun, and Jiwon who had arrived early. You felt slightly awkward being the last to join, so you scanned the room to find Soobin and his mother missing.

“Morning, _______, did you sleep well?” his father asked, fixing a plate for Jiwon who waited patiently for his grandpa to hand him his food.

“Yes, sorry for sleeping in so late,” you apologized, not entirely sure what time it was just yet.

“Oh, you’re fine,” Heejin gestured with her hand carelessly before picking up a glass of water, “We’re an early household, and we just got here. You didn’t miss much.”

You nodded, pausing by the table as you were trying to decipher if you should sit and wait for Soobin or go find him. Sungmin noticed your hesitance and aided you, “Soobin’s in the kitchen with Mom.”

You smiled and nodded gratefully at him, turning for the kitchen where you found your boyfriend helping his mom with the last of the food. His mom was busy flipping what looked like vegetable pancakes on the stove, and Soobin had his back turned to you, a ketchup bottle in his hand as he adorned plates of fried eggs with the condiment.

“Good morning,” you addressed them, his mother turning to you with a startled expression that quickly turned cheerful.

“Morning, _______! We’re just finishing up the breakfast, dear.”

“It smells great,” you noted, walking up beside your lovely boyfriend who was topping off a fried egg with ketchup in the shape of a smiley face. A similar, bright smile formed on your lips at the kind gesture, “Cute.”

“This one’s for Jiwon,” he said happily, his wide grin causing his dimples to appear.

“And this one-“ he took another plate with fried egg on it, his careful and lithe hands using the ketchup to create a heart outline, “-is for you.”

Your own heart skipped a beat as you looked up at him with adoration in your eyes. You thanked him as you took the plate, reaching up to place a light kiss against his dimpled cheek. His mother softened at the interaction, which she spectated quietly before asking you to help her and Soobin bring out the last of the food to the dining room. You agreed, grabbing as many plates as you could with them to the adjacent room where everyone was waiting.

Once the food was all settled and everyone had the dishes they wanted, a hush fell over the room as everyone began eating. For a moment the only noise emanating was the soft sounds of chewing and the picking up of silverware. Conversations slowly started around the table, one of them being between you and Sungmin. He asked you about what shows and movies you had been watching lately. And you, loving any chance to gush about your recent binge-watches, dove right in. It was nice having someone from the family who seemed so interested in you—or so you thought. You found his eye contact and undivided attention while you spoke to him endearing, but you had yet to realize that Soobin found it offensive, to him at least. The way his brother was able to make you laugh and smile so easily . . . it made his insides boil.

Soobin made some attempts at getting your attention, asking you random questions which you simply answered and returned back to Sungmin. The two of you were currently raving about some horror movie you had watched—one that Soobin remembered refusing to watch with you because he hated horror films. Now he wished he would’ve watched it just so he didn’t feel so left out. Or rather, so he wouldn’t feel so inferior.

Soobin sighed quietly, finding himself pouting at the edge of the table as no one noticed. His parents were too busy coddling Jiwon. Heejin and Dohyun were discussing plans of visiting his parents for New Years. And of course, his wonderful girlfriend was too wrapped up in the charm that was his older brother. Again, he started to feel that familiar envy creeping up his spine, telling him to grow one or he’d lose you. With a sudden burst of tenacity, he did something rather out of character.

You were nodding along to an opinion that Sungmin was expressing when you felt it. At first you thought it was just your leg bumping against the underside of the table, but what you thought was the table quickly started to feel like fingers, familiar ones at that. You couldn’t help but jump slightly at the touch, your own fingers covering Soobin’s before they went too far up on your thigh. Your pajama shorts only covered so much, and he was already at the hem when you stopped them.

Sungmin seemed to notice your eyes go slightly wide, asking if you were okay. Thankfully, the table covered your lap, so he was completely unaware of the situation underneath it. You assured him you were fine, choosing to ignore Soobin’s obvious attempt for your attention so that you didn’t seem rude to his brother. Your boyfriend didn’t like that one bit, so he wiggled his fingers out from yours and placed them on your thigh again, this time on the inner side. His grip on you was more adamant, so you finally gave his brother an apologetic look before turning around to face Soobin.

“What?” you whispered to him.

“You’re ignoring me,” he pouted, making sure to stay behind you where his brother couldn’t see him and mock him. If only it were that easy.

“Hey, I’m sorry, Soobs, I’ve been talking ________’s head off,” his brother joked, leaning around you to see his brother’s annoyed expression.

“I told you not to call me that when we were kids, Sungmin,” he mumbled, making your brows scrunch in confusion. Why has his behavior been so erratic and flippant since you got here? One moment he was fine, and the next he would be annoyed for seemingly no reason.

“Sorry, it’s a habit,” his brother softly laughed, getting interrupted by his mother asking to help her with the dirty dishes. You offered to help as well, finding yourself looking forward to those kind of moments with her. You started to stand when you felt Soobin gently grip your thigh again, causing you to turn to him.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t realize I was ignoring you. I’ll go help your mom, then I’ll give you all the attention you want when I’m done, okay?” you said putting your hand at the back of his neck so that your fingertips could graze the hair at his nape. He always found the gesture soothing, and as much as he wanted to protest, he couldn’t. He could tell how excited you were to have these interactions with his mom and help her out. He knew these moments made you feel accepted, and he didn’t want to take that away from you.

“Okay,” he agreed, smiling as you pressed a kiss to his forehead before getting up to meet his mom and brother in the kitchen. The rest of the family moved to the living room while you and Sungmin went back and forth from the kitchen and the dining room, collecting dirty dishes and silverware.

Their mother began cleaning up as the two of you found ways to help out. Soobin sat in the living room, finding himself growing more and more antsy about the idea that you were in there talking to his brother. His thoughts got the best of him, so he got up and made his way to the kitchen, hearing the three of you talking as he stopped at the doorway.

None of you noticed him standing there, and Soobin paused as he watched you. You were drying the wet dishes that his mother handed you after washing them in the sink. His brother was taking them from you and saving them in the cupboards. For the most part you weren’t even talking to Sungmin; instead, you were listening to his mother rave about how fun it was having another girl in the family. His mom mused about how she had wanted more girls in the family since it was just her and Heejin for so long. Soobin couldn’t help but replicate the smile that lit up your face. You looked so elated to be given such a compliment.

Soobin had decided to not interrupt the sweet moment, opting to stay at the threshold and watch quietly until you were finished. This is where he was mistaken, because everything was perfectly fine until Sungmin tried to go around you and his mother to the other side of the kitchen. He slipped past his mother easily, but when he got to you, his hand pressed against the small of your back, causing you to look up at him. To Soobin it looked like a scene out of a drama where the two main characters meet for the first time. It made his stomach turn.

Soobin watched with dark eyes as you moved out of Sungmin’s way, averting your eyes to help his mother grab a dry towel for her hands. He finally got the gall to speak up, taking a step up to the threshold, “Uh, ________, could you come with me upstairs? I need your help with something.”

The three of you turned at the sound of his voice, and you nodded, handing his mom the towel you were previously using before excusing yourself. You let Soobin take your hand as he led you upstairs, but despite you asking him what he needed, he refused to answer. So, before he could open the bedroom door, you stopped him and asked again what he needed help with.

The last thing you expected was for him to back you into the wall behind you and kiss you abruptly. You were taken so off guard that your body did the only thing it knew how to do which was reciprocate the action, following his lead. You succumbed for a moment before your brain quickly recovered its senses and got you to pull away with your hands on his chest.

“Soobin-” you warned him, watching his desperate eyes turn down from the rejection. Your hands moved from his chest up to his face, cradling his cheeks.

“I’m sorry, I just-,” Soobin was overwhelmed by his internal conflict, not wanting to admit that he was jealous of his brother. But on the other hand, he wasn’t sure what excuse to use, “I-“

“Look, I understand, but I told you we can’t do that here. We’ll get other opportunities, you just have to be patient,” you reminded him gently. He listened to you earnestly, wanting to tell you the real reasoning for his conduct without seeming pathetic. For now, he would have to let you believe what you wanted. He nodded solemnly, apologizing again.

You accepted his apology before taking his hand in yours again, “Come on, let’s get dressed.”

― ― ―

The rest of the day went by smoothly for the most part. Soobin’s parents arranged for them to take Jiwon to a Christmas show in the city for kids, allowing you, Soobin, Heejin, Dohyun, and Sungmin to enjoy some time to yourselves for lunch. The five of you decided to go to a nice restaurant, and you had to admit it was great hanging out with Soobin’s siblings. You felt less pressure to come off as the perfect girlfriend than you did around his parents, and he noticed it. He liked seeing you be more carefree, like a weight was lifted from your shoulders.

Soobin was whispering to you about the cute old couple sitting at a table across from you when Heejin reached over and tapped you to get your attention, “Did you see their waiter?”

You shook your head, “No, why?”

“Watch for him, he’s so handsome. You can tell he works out. His muscles were practically busting out of his sleeves,” she fawned, her husband rolling his eyes and chuckling at her statement beside her.

You then began looking for the waiter in question, not noticing him until a few minutes later. When you caught sight of him and connected the dots that he was the one she was talking about, your mouth slacked in shock. He was handsome, but that was probably an understatement. His muscles were defined and looked almost model-esque under the black polo uniform shirt he wore. Not even just his muscles were attractive though, he had a nice head of brunet hair that was styled in a trendy way that framed his face nicely. And his smile was charming, enough to make the old lady he was serving blush when he spoke to her.

“He is nice looking,” you confirmed to Heejin before looking away, not wanting to stare.

Soobin thought about making a comment about the waiter not being that attractive, but his brother beat him to it, “I don’t see what’s so special about him. He’s got muscles, but that’s about it.”

You and Heejin both looked at him with questioning eyes before she spoke, “Are you kidding me? He could easily be on a magazine cover.”

“If someone told me he was an Instagram model, I wouldn’t think twice,” you backed her statement.

Sungmin merely shrugged, making Dohyun snort, “You’re just mad because you stopped going to the gym and don’t look as good as he does.”

His brother-in-law gave him a pointed look, taking a sip of his drink before replying, “I still work out, just not as much as I used to.”

The two men then started a back and forth that had the rest of you watching in amusement. Sungmin got out his phone to show off pictures of him in the gym recently, his muscles just as defined as the waiter’s. You hadn’t been able to tell because of the loose clothes he had been wearing, but he did look really good in the progress pictures he displayed. Beside you, Soobin felt himself tensing up, getting the urge to snap at his brother to put his phone away. No one wants to see those pictures, he thought to himself.

“Oh, Soobin, I was meaning to ask you, does Yeonjun still work out? I was going to ask him if he wanted to get a membership at my gym so he could be my gym partner,” Sungmin asked his brother, getting your attention as well.

“He does sometimes,” Soobin answered dryly.

“I’ll have to reach out to him soon. That guy was a beast at weightlifting,” Sungmin mused, chuckling to himself as he reached behind you to poke Soobin’s arm, “Not like this little string bean.”

Soobin rolled his eyes, feeling his ears turn pink as he got annoyed with his brother’s teasing. What made it worse was the small laughs you and his sister let out.

“You don’t go to the gym anymore?” his brother asked him.

“No.”

“Well, how do you expect to keep _______ around with no muscles? What if you need to save her from some creep? Can’t beat them up with those noodle arms you’ve got,” his sibling egged him on. At this point Soobin’s fists were clenching in his lap. He bit back every insult that came to mind.

“Soobin’s a lover anyways, not a fighter,” Dohyun defended him, “Remember when those guys in high school kept bullying him? He just ignored them and kept his head high. They left him alone eventually, right?”

Soobin nodded, now feeling embarrassed, “Can we just drop this? I think I’m ready for our check.”

“Our? You’re paying for the table?” his sister asked with a teasing grin.

“No, I’m paying for me and my girlfriend,” Soobin spoke with a tone so full of finality that you didn’t even want to insist paying for yourself. It was obvious he was in one of his moods again.

― ― ―

The Choi family home was quiet as the five of you returned to it after your dinner. Soobin had seemed a bit better, but clingier, leaving his arm interlocked with yours the entire drive back. You didn’t mind, of course, you loved moments like this. Soobin was the type to not really care for little acts of physical affection in public unless he initiated it, so when he did it always felt like a treat for you.

Heejin excitedly invited you to the kitchen to help her bake some cookies for when her parents and Jiwon returned later, so you joined her there. Soobin didn’t want to impede on your girl time, but the thought of being stuck in the living room with Dohyun and Sungmin made him want to lock himself in his room. Well, Dohyun wasn’t really the problem, but Sungmin was.

Soobin’s relationship with his brother was always a little strained, though, so this wasn’t a new thing. Their six-year age gap made it hard for them to be close growing up, and on top of that Soobin was a mama’s boy while Sungmin was closer with their dad. Soobin enjoyed being babied by the women in the family while Sungmin preferred playing sports with the men of the family. They didn’t always see eye to eye and often got into verbal fights.

Sungmin picked on Soobin a lot especially when the latter was going through puberty. As the two of them got older and Sungmin moved out to go to college, they found it easier to get along because they didn’t see each other as often. Yet, Sungmin didn’t seem to change his ways. He was still the annoying big brother who picked on his younger sibling relentlessly. The only difference now was that Soobin didn’t want to put up with it like he did as a kid.

In the kitchen, you and Heejin made yourselves busy, following a recipe she found online to make the cookies. In the living room, the three brothers relaxed onto the couches and recliners. They started talking about their parents and the plans for tomorrow. Soobin brought up how excited Jiwon was going to be to open all his gifts, to which Dohyun agreed.

“Has Heejin been harping on you for another one?” Sungmin asked Dohyun with a sneaky grin, his brother-in-law immediately nodding.

“Yeah, she’s been keeping track of her cycle so we can align everything, but that kind of stuff takes time, y’know.”

“She always said she wanted lots of kids,” Soobin spoke up, “Even when we were younger.”

“Yeah, I know. When she got pregnant with Jiwon she had asked if I wanted to have another one eventually,” Dohyun sighed, “It’s nice though. I like being a dad.”

“And it’s an excuse to get laid multiple times a week, so why not?” Sungmin laughed.

“Come on, dude, that’s our sister,” Soobin gave his brother a disgusted glance, not wanting to discuss his sibling’s sex life.

“It’s true though,” Dohyun smirked to himself, “She wants to do it all the time, and I mean, I can’t complain.”

“Yoona was like that too,” Sungmin mused, “She didn’t want kids, but her sex drive was crazy. None of my exes were like that. She wanted to do it all the time, and she was into some crazy stuff too.”

“Like bondage and shit?” Dohyun asked.

“Yeah, and role play. I’d never done that before her, but she was really into it. Yoona loved when I would call her names and spit on her. She liked it really rough. She wasn’t into love making, it was boring for her.”

“Yeah, slow sex is nice and all, but sometimes you just need to let loose. The girlfriend I had before Heejin never wanted to do anything outside of missionary, and it got old,” Dohyun admitted.

Soobin kept quiet, finding his mind wandering to thoughts he didn’t want to have. He recalled how after the weekend when he lost his virginity, you had asked him if he had any kinks he wanted to explore the next time you two got a chance. He didn’t have any in mind except for handcuffs, but when you tried to put some on him for his birthday it made him uncomfortable. On the widest notch, they were still too tight on his wrists. You had put them on, but you weren’t a fan of being restrained. You wanted to be able to run your hands through his hair and over his body, and he wanted you to do that too. So, the handcuffs were put away to never be touched again, and you two spent the night having sex in missionary. You graciously gave him a blowjob and called it a night. Soobin enjoyed himself and he had assumed you did too, but now he was doubting himself.

Soobin knew you liked it a little rougher than he did, asking to be choked and what not, but that made him nervous. He was nervous to hurt you or do something wrong; sure, that’s what a safe word is for, but he didn’t want you to ever have to use it. But if what his brothers said held any weight, then was there a possibility of you growing bored of Soobin and leaving him? He most definitely didn’t want that.

“Soobin?”

“Hm?” the boy looked up at his brother, looking like he had obviously checked out of their conversation several minutes ago.

“Do you have anything you want to watch?” Sungmin asked, holding up the TV remote. His brother shook his head, finally realizing that they were trying to decide what to put on.

“No, whatever is fine.”

― ― ―

The night of Christmas Eve came to be, ending after a nice dinner and s’mores eaten in the backyard around a fire that Soobin’s dad and Dohyun set up together. Heejin and her family were the first to call it a night again after Jiwon’s sugar-fueled frenzy ended with him falling asleep in his grandmother’s lap, his marshmallow and chocolate-covered face snuggling into the warmth of her coat. Similarly, you were curled up on your boyfriend’s lap, your arms tucked under the flaps of his jacket to hug his waist close. Your cheek rested against his shoulder while his rested on top of your head. You could’ve easily fallen asleep right then and there had his parents not urged you both to get to bed since it was getting late.

So now you were waiting for Soobin to finish his shower. To keep yourself busy, you got ahold of all the presents the two of you brought for your visit, double checking that you had everyone’s. You set them up in the corner of the room by your suitcase, making sure Soobin’s extra gift was still hidden inside of it. Just as you were zipping up the luggage the bathroom door opened, so you tried to act natural.

“I thought you’d be passed out by now,” your boyfriend commented, wiping the dew from his shower off of his face with his towel.

“I wanted to make sure the presents were ready for tomorrow,” you explained, making your way back to the bed where you peeled back the comforter to crawl underneath it. Once you were settled in, you watched Soobin finish up his night routine. You admired his bare back as he brushed his teeth and cleaned his face. He was completely unaware of your eyes on him, so you got to see things you usually wouldn’t. Like the nose scrunch he did as he leaned close to the mirror to inspect his face for blemishes. Or the way he bared his teeth to check that they were squeaky clean after brushing them. He was so cute without even trying.

“I can’t wait for tomorrow,” Soobin’s voice startled you as you were so caught in up looking at him, you hadn’t expected him to talk so suddenly. He turned the bathroom light off before making his way into the bed beside you. His body wiggled close to yours, and his arm made itself comfortable over your waist. “I hope you like the present I got you.”

“It’s from you, so of course I’ll love it,” you smiled, pressing a light kiss to his cheekbone. His eyes closed as you did so, opening to look at you lovingly, “I know you’ll like the present I got you.”

“Oh, do you?” he mused, “You seem so confident. What if I don’t like it?”

Your mouth opened as you feigned offense, “I think I know you well enough to get you something you’ll like for Christmas.”

“I know, baby, I’m only teasing you,” he gave you a kiss on your cheek in return as a sign of apology, “So what did you get me?”

“I’m not telling you,” you snorted, “It would ruin the sentiment.”

“Ah, you’re no fun.”

“Go to sleep,” you poked his cheek gently, allowing him to rest his head against your shoulder after you shut off the bedside lamp. You shared quiet ‘goodnight’s as the room became shrouded in darkness for the night. Secretly, the both of you were thrumming with excitement for the next day, for Christmas to come. If only you two knew what the day had in store.

― ― ―

Christmas morning found the Choi family home awake and bustling at the early hour of 7:35 a.m. Heejin and her family arrived bright and early, her son practically bouncing from how happy he was to be opening presents soon. The family exchanged their usual greetings, getting breakfast ready as they waited for you and Soobin to meet them. Soobin woke up first, immediately smelling the breakfast being made downstairs.

Like the day before, he admired your sleeping form still in the bed beside him, your cheek marked faintly by the pillow it had been resting on all night. He smiled to himself and resisted the urge to snap a picture of you in such a vulnerable state before going into the bathroom to get ready.

You awoke not long after him, again noticing the empty bed with a frown. The expression didn’t stay for long, though, as you heard the flushing of the toilet in the bathroom. He must be getting ready, you thought. I guess I’ll do the same.

Your sock-covered feet touched the floor, then you were making your way to your luggage to get your outfit for the day. The outfit was planned a week in advance, and it was your first time wearing it as you had saved it for the holiday. You wore a neutral-colored, plaid skirt that matched well with a cream-colored blouse. You were pulling on your last sock just as Soobin emerged from the bathroom, his toothbrush sticking out of the corner of his closed, frothy mouth.

“You couldn’t finish brushing your teeth?” you laughed, standing from the bed and adjusting your skirt on your hips. His eyes were making their way over your body, and you suddenly felt small under his gaze. How could you be dating him for six months and still get butterflies when he looked at you like that? “Stop looking at me like that.”

Soobin’s eyes snapped back up to yours, breaking his trance as he quickly reached up to take the toothbrush out of his mouth. Through the foam of the paste, he managed to barely speak coherently, “Like what?”

“You know what,” you gave him a pointed look, a smile teasing the corner of his lips. He finished up brushing his teeth before stepping back into the bathroom to spit out the paste and wipe his mouth. When he was done, he walked up to you and gave you a big hug. His shirt smelled of him, but the minty smell of his toothpaste wafted over you as well.

“Merry Christmas,” he said, pressing a kiss to your forehead, then your nose, and finally your lips. You enjoyed it for a moment before pulling away which earned you a pout from your boyfriend.

“I didn’t brush my teeth yet,” you defended yourself, trying to put room between the two of you so he wouldn’t smell your morning breath.

“You could at least say it back,” he rolled his eyes, making you laugh.

“Merry Christmas, Soobin.”

“Thank you,” another grin appeared on his lips before he let you go to the bathroom to freshen up. Once you were done, you came back to the room to see him finishing getting dressed. He only had khaki pants and socks on. It seemed he was having trouble picking out a shirt.

“Ah, you’re done. Help me pick out a shirt?” he asked you, looking down at the four garments that were sprawled out on the bed. There was a dark green polo shirt, a white polo shirt, an off-white sweater, and a maroon turtleneck, “I want to match you.”

Your heart swelled at his comment, and you pointed at the sweater, “That one matches.”

Soobin nodded, taking the other options and putting them back in his suitcase before picking up the sweater and pulling it over his head. You couldn’t help but take the opportunity to admire his wide shoulders, bare torso, and finally his thin waist. The bottom of the sweater fell to a stop at his hips, causing you to look back up at his beautiful face instead of his body.

“Ready?”

“Ready.”

The two of you made your way downstairs, the sounds of the family talking filling the house as well as Christmas music quietly playing from somewhere inside. Soobin took your hand, leading you into the dining room where the family was beginning to eat their breakfast. The meal went as usual with Jiwon excitedly rambling to anyone who would listen and the rest of the adults talking. Soobin was so enamored by Jiwon gushing to his grandfather about the big present Santa left at his house that he almost missed the way Sungmin examined you while you were busy talking to Heejin.

His eyes “subtly” waved over your outfit the way Soobin’s had, though his attention paused over your blouse a little longer than Soobin liked. Your boyfriend glared at his brother and inwardly thanked his mother for asking him a question that finally pulled his gaze away from you.

After breakfast was done and the dishes were being picked up, Jiwon begged and begged to open his gifts. Once the dining room was cleaned up, you and Soobin went back upstairs to grab the presents and met everyone back in the living room. Soobin took it upon himself to have you sit as close to him as possible at the edge of the sofa, leaving no room for anyone to sit beside you. You took his guidance as him merely wanting to sit with you, and you completely missed the pointed glance he gave his unaware brother from across the room.

“Alright, Jiwon, how about we all look in our stockings first?” Heejin suggested, going to the fireplace where six stockings were hung up. She pulled the first one down, handing it to her son before grabbing the next one and handing that one to her husband. The next one was hers, so she skipped it and handed the next one to Sungmin. As she went back to grab hers, Soobin stood up to grab the last two. He held out the one in his left hand to you, making you look up at him in confusion.

“Here, this one’s yours,” he said.

A mix of emotions flurried through you as you realized just how special you felt in that moment. Soobin’s family accepted you as apart of them enough to get you a stocking, and it made your heart splutter with happiness. You had never felt so loved by a family that wasn’t your own. It was endearing.

Your eyebrows went up and your eyes were comparable to a puppy, you reached out and accepted the stocking, making sure to thank his parents for including you.

“Of course, dear, you’re a part of the family now,” his mother smiled, urging everyone to look inside them. The time for stockings came to an end as Sungmin wanted to give the first gift to Jiwon.

Everyone took turns gift giving; Jiwon was so excited to play with all his new toys that he took a corner of the living room for himself to roll out the toy-car track he got from his grandparents. He spent the next hour or so playing with his dad and grandfather, laughing happily. Sungmin was appreciating the cocktail shaker set that he was gifted by his sister and brother-in-law. Soobin picked up the box with your gift in it, handing it to you to open. You did the same, offering the gift you got for him. After the exchange, you began opening them.

You peeled off the wrapping paper to reveal that the small box was black and sleek, with a familiar, swirly, silver design printed on the top. It was the logo of a jewelry brand you had seen before. With eager eyes, you opened the top and removed the protective padding. A flat, heart-shaped pendant sat in the middle with the letter ‘S’ engraved on it. It was dainty and simple, just how you liked your jewelry to be. You picked it up to get a better look at it when you noticed there was an inscription on the back of it as well. ‘Yours, always’

“Do you like it?”

You looked up to see Soobin had stopped opening his gift to watch you open yours. You nodded fervently, “I told you I’d love it.”

His eyes turned into crescents as he smiled, relieved. You urged him to keep opening his gift, so he did.

The box underneath the wrapping paper was similar in size to the one he gave you, as was the sleek design on the top. He quickly recognized it as a different jewelry company. With the top of the box out of the way he could see a bracelet nestled inside—no, two bracelets. Each one had half of a heart pendant on them that was currently together to make a full heart. When he picked up the first bracelet there was a slight pull before it disconnected from the second one, the heart breaking in half.

“I know it’s kind of cheesy, but I thought it would be cute to get a matching set . . .” you admitted sheepishly.

“It’s not cheesy,” he seemed offended that you would suggest it, his pouty lips becoming more apparent as he frowned from your comment, “I think they’re adorable.”

“Can you put my necklace on for me?” you asked him, holding it up. His face lit up before he nodded. His fingers carefully disconnected the ends of it to slip it around your neck and clasp it behind you. You took the extra bracelet out of the box, slipping it over your wrist before adjusting it to fit comfortably. Soobin mirrored your action, excitement covering his entire face as he held his wrist next to yours to watch the heart pieces magnetically connect. He looked almost as happy as Jiwon was for his presents.

― ― ―

Christmas day was drawing quickly to an end after a long day of festivities. Lunch time was full of delicious holiday foods and followed by treats that Heejin had baked. Sungmin offered to make the adults drinks with his new cocktail shaker set and whatever alcoholic beverages and mixers he could find in the house. Multiple drinks were consumed and after playing with a little one all afternoon, the grandparents decided to take naps. Jiwon was busy playing by himself, so the rest of you lounged around watching Christmas movies.

Dinner time came and went as everyone feasted on the leftovers before ending back up in the living room, seemingly in food comas.

Like clockwork, Jiwon was the first to fall asleep, curled up on his grandfather’s recliner with the stuffed bear that Soobin had gifted him tucked in his grasp. Soobin’s parents insisted that Heejin and Dohyun stay the night since they had been drinking, so sleeping arrangements were being discussed.

“They can take the pull-out couch,” Sungmin suggested, earning a confused look from his mother.

“Then where will you sleep?”

“Do you still have that futon?”

“Yes, it’s in the coat closet upstairs.”

“Then I’ll take that and sleep in the office,” he shrugged.

Heejin double-checked with him that it would be okay to take his spot on the couch, but he was persistent. With the sleep arrangements determined, everyone bid their goodnights and drifted to their parts of the house. Soobin’s parents and his sister’s family remained downstairs while Sungmin followed you and Soobin upstairs.

“I guess I’ll go unroll the futon,” he groaned, “That thing was uncomfortable ten years ago, I can’t imagine it now.”

You laughed, putting a reassuring hand on his shoulder, “You might be better off on the floor at that point.”

Soobin watched his tipsy brother’s eyes gaze over your touch and up to your eyes, a lazy grin appearing on his face as he agreed with you. It made Soobin’s jaw tighten and his fist clench. Without thinking, he reached out to grab your free hand, tugging you closer to him. The action made your hand fall away from his brother and your head turn to look at him curiously.

“It’s just one night. You’ll be fine,” Soobin said curtly, “Goodnight.”

Like Sungmin, you were dumbfounded by your boyfriend’s bluntness, but he simply responded with a ‘goodnight’ before ambling off to the office at the opposite end of the hall. You followed Soobin to your room, waiting until he let go of your hand and the door was closed behind the two of you to speak.

“Okay, what’s your problem?”

Your boyfriend didn’t look at you. Instead, he kept walking to his side of the bed, picking up his phone, “Nothing.”

“Bullshit, Soobin. You’ve been acting weird on and off since we got here,” you said, crossing your arms over your chest. As much as Soobin hated you seeing him act like this, a part of him was hoping you’d notice. You were right, he was acting weird, but for a reason. He didn’t like your attention on his brother and vice versa. If he could only get your attention by behaving differently, then so be it.

“I’m going to take a shower.”

He went around the room, picking up a change of clothes to change into before going into the bathroom and closing the door behind him. You sighed in frustration and made your way to the bed, sitting at the edge of it. The behavior Soobin was exhibiting reminded you too much of the time you found out he was a virgin, only this time it was obvious he was avoiding you, not because he was embarrassed but because he was annoyed. The thing is you weren’t sure why he would be annoyed. Did you do something wrong? Did you say something that upset him? Nothing came to mind, but you would only be able to wonder until he told you what was bothering him.

So, you waited for him to come out of the bathroom, and finally, after a good thirty minutes, the door cracked open. Your boyfriend averted eye contact with you, keeping his attention on everything but you, and you weren’t having it.

“Soobin, can you just tell me what’s wrong?”

“I told you, noth-“

“And I told you, I’m not buying it,” you cut him off, causing him to stop in his tracks at the end of the bed, “Did I do or say something that upset you?”

Oh no, he thought. She thinks I’m mad at her?

Not once did he consider that you would misunderstand him like this, but he guessed it made sense. The sudden irritation and snappy comments he made. If you acted that way towards him with seemingly no reason, then he’d be nervous, too.

No, surely she saw the way Sungmin looked at her.

“No,” he shook his head.

You got up from the bed, meeting him at the end of it, “Then can you tell me what’s bothering you? Please?”

Soobin looked into your concerned eyes and felt defeated. I guess now is the time to admit I’m jealous of my brother.

“Sungmin,” he answered, “Sungmin is my problem. Always has been, probably always will be.”

Your eyebrows furrowed, your head shaking slightly, “What did Sungmin do?”

Soobin scoffed, looking at you as if you told him some cruel joke, “Are you serious? You haven’t seen the way he’s been looking at you? You haven’t heard the way he talks about me?”

“Looking at me?” you asked, your head tilting as you pried for more information. You were so lost.

“Please,” he looked down at you with a glimpse of annoyance. He didn’t understand how you could be so oblivious, “He’s been eyeing you ever since we got here. He makes jokes about me at my expense to humiliate me in front of you. It didn’t help that the two of you hit it off so well on our first night here.“

Your shoulders slumped as he let out his exasperation, but a part of you felt the need to assure yourself. You were innocent, after all, “But you’re not mad at me, though?”

“No,” he shook his head, his eyebrows scrunching as if he were hurt by the insinuation, “Not mad, just . . . hurt. Sungmin has always tried to make me feel inferior to him in every aspect. For once, I had one thing that he didn’t. You. The one thing I was sure he couldn’t take away. Seeing the two of you getting along made me insecure, like maybe there was a chance he could take you from me.”

You took in every word he said, each one like a dagger to your heart. You had no idea he felt this way. His eyes refused to meet yours and his hands were occupied with his outfit from today in them. Your own hands reached up to grab the clothes out of his grasp, tossing them by your suitcases. One hand took his in its grip while the other caressed his cheek, “You could never lose me. Why would you even feel insecure? You’re perfect. I tell you that all the time.”

You pouted, making him smile lightly at your cute expression. He sighed before he shook his head.

“Sungmin always had girlfriends growing up, and I didn’t. I was tall and scrawny; he was big and buff. At lunch yesterday, you and Heejin were talking about how hot the waiter was and I don’t look anything like him or Sungmin. You and Sungmin seemed to share a lot of interests and got along well. I felt like maybe I wasn’t what you really wanted.”

“I’m sorry, baby. I can assure you that I never once thought about Sungmin or the waiter in an inappropriate way. You’re the only man I have eyes for. You’re the only one I love.”

Soobin didn’t realize how tense he was until your hand went from his cheek to the back of his neck. The touch instantly soothed him, making his muscles relax. He leaned forward until his forehead was against yours, a content smile on his face.

“I love you, too,” he replied, his heart racing as you kissed him. The kiss was short and sweet, but that didn’t stop his hands from resting on your waist and the small of your back. It didn’t stop his body from flushing with heat as he realized how close you were to him, or how much closer he wanted you to be.

A small noise emitted from the back of his throat as your teeth gently captured his lower lip in their grip. As you pulled away, you giggled at his glossy, yearning eyes, “I just realized our gifts to each other were perfect. They’re reminders that we belong to each other. I’m yours, and you’re mine.”

Soobin practically melted at the sentiment. His eyes bore into yours, but you were busy admiring the jewelry adorning your wrists between you. He stared at the pendant around your neck with his initial on it, reminding him that you were the love of his life.

Something inside of him was consuming him, urging him to act on his desires even though he was very much aware that this wasn’t the best place for it. Still, he found his self-control was weak in your presence, so he leaned in for another, more tender kiss. This kiss had drive and meaning to it, like he wanted to prove your words through actions.

For a moment you felt yourself slipping into his fervor, returning the kiss with just as much determination. But that responsible part of you nagged that this wasn’t the place or time. So, you regretfully started to pull away again, causing him to whine.

“Soobin-“

“I know. I know, but- Please, I need you. It’s been so long,” his chest was starting to move with bated breaths as his hands stayed put on your hips, as if he was keeping you from slipping away.

“I know, baby, but we can’t. We promised your mom we would be on our best behavior. And I would die if your parents heard us,” you admitted, the thought making your nerves go haywire. If his parents heard the two of you having sex, you were certain you would never recover from the embarrassment and shame. You wouldn’t be able to look them in the eyes ever again, “Not even just your parents, but your whole family. Your brother is literally down the hall.”

For some reason, the idea of his brother hearing him fuck the shit out of you made his hair stand on end. Maybe that’s the reminder Sungmin needed to finally get the hint and leave the two of you alone . . .

“We can be quiet,” he remarked, though it seemed he was trying to convince himself instead of you, “Besides, these walls are thick. Sungmin won’t hear us. As for my parents, their room is downstairs on the opposite side of the house, there’s no way they’ll hear anything from up here.”

You rolled your eyes, trying to stand your ground, but it was proving to be difficult. If there was one thing you hated about dating Soobin it was how weak he made you. From his pouty lips to his big, round eyes to his whiny voice, it all made it so hard to deny him. And honestly, the way your body was reacting, you didn’t want to.

“I’m serious,” he continued, “One time when we were little, we broke a lamp up here while we were looking through Heejin’s stuff and our parents never heard it. We’ll be fine.”

Your resolve was quickly slipping away, and he could see it, because a teeny tiny smirk was creeping onto the corner of his lips as he realized he got you—hook, line, and sinker.

You had to admit, as much as the idea of having sex in his family home made you nervous, it was also kind of . . . exciting. You had never done something so risky before, and it thrilled you.

“Just kiss me,” you sighed, pulling on his belt loops to bring him closer. He didn’t hesitate to obey, his full lips capturing yours easily. They moved so swiftly, mirroring his hands that were on the small of your back. His fingertips skimmed over your hips until they were at the hem of your shirt, sneaking underneath them to touch your skin. The sensation tickled, making you shiver. Soobin loved the affect he had on you.

It wasn’t until Soobin’s back bumped against the wall behind him that you realized the two of you had been moving. The bump caused a startled groan to come from his parted lips, making you giggle. His fingers dipped under the edge of your skirt, touching the cotton material of your underwear. That’s when you suddenly remembered the second gift you had been saving for him. You were waiting until you two left his parent’s, but you couldn’t think of a better time than now to give it to him.

Soobin’s wide eyes looked at you in puzzlement as you pulled away, his petulant mouth making your heart skip a beat. He watched you with curiosity as you bent down over your suitcase, unzipping it and pulling out a small gift bag. There was no brand or design indicating where it was from, so he was left wondering what could possibly be inside. You held the bag out to him, telling him to open it. He noted the glint of excitement in your eyes before he pulled the tissue paper out from the top, his fingers digging in to feel a foreign material. The gift felt rough, thin, flimsy, like a small piece of clothing. When his hand protruded from the bag, a pair of lingerie was in his large grasp, the cherry red lace hanging over his palm with the tag still attached to it.

“Should I go put it on now?” you asked, looking up at him not-so-innocently through your eyelashes. You held back a chuckle as his Adam’s apple bobbed underneath the skin of his throat and he nodded.

“Y-yes,” he basically panted, feeling as though his body was buzzing. He let you slip the garments out of his hand as you reached up to press a kiss against his lips. Then, he was left dumbfounded, watching you saunter into the bathroom and close the door behind you to change. While he tried to calm his breathing, he was becoming painfully aware of the throbbing between his legs. He looked down to see a tent forming under his khakis and his head fell back. There was no way he was lasting long with the way things were going.

Only another minute passed before the bathroom door cracked open and you were shyly walking out, fighting back the urge to cover yourself with your arms. Soobin stopped pacing to look at you, his eyes shamelessly motioning over your body. The red lace hugged you in all the right places and was just see-through enough to leave some things to the imagination while also driving him insane. His tongue darted out to coat his lips and stop any drool from escaping at the sight. For fuck’s sake, you’ve seen her naked before, why are you getting so worked up? he thought to himself.

But this was so much different. He had never seen a woman in lingerie up close like this; it was mesmerizing.

“You look . . . “ his sentence trailed off as he walked over to you, almost too afraid to touch you. You looked like something out of a magazine. Unreal, “You look gorgeous.”

Your cheeks felt like they were on fire, nearly as hot as the space between your thighs, which was practically begging to be soothed, “Thank you.”

“Of course,” he spoke without thinking, his eyes trained on the way your breasts were pushed up with the pressure of the bra holding them. If his self-control were any worse, he would’ve ripped it off of you already, but his body was almost frozen in shock. He didn’t know what to do with himself.

“Can you just touch me already?” you whimpered, your thighs pressing together under his gaze.

Your boyfriend’s lust-filled eyes met yours, but there were too many thoughts running through his mind to pinpoint one, “What do I, uh- What do you want me to do first?”

“I don’t care,” you got close to him, wetting your lips as you moved him near the bed, “Anything. Everything. I’m all yours to play with. Just use me the way you want to.”

Of all the dirty things he’s ever heard come out of your mouth, those words caused a deep, visceral reaction in him. I’m all yours to play with. Just use me the way you want to. Goosebumps erupted all over his arms as his brain turned to mush. He felt as if he could bust in his pants right then and there.

“Are you sure?” he asked, your lips ghosting against yours. His breath was warm and inviting, tasting slightly of the chocolate candies his mother had given to them shortly before they turned in for the night.

“Absolutely.”

Now, Soobin didn’t consider himself the type to take charge in your relationship, or even in general. It just wasn’t in his nature. You were the one who made plans that he went along with. For the most part, you initiated the physical affection you two shared. The kisses, the hand holding, the sex. Soobin was merely there to enjoy everything you offered him, and he liked it that way. Some would say he was submissive.

But with the way you were acting now, it’s almost like something inside of him switched. He didn’t want to lay back and receive. He wanted to be the one in command.

“Get on your knees for me,” the words rolled of his tongue before he could stop himself. He had shocked himself, so he followed with an uttered, “Please.”

You didn’t hear the second part, you were too busy sinking onto your knees, the tender flesh finding the hardwood floor uncomfortable. But you were so desperate to please him that you didn’t care. You could bare the discomfort for a few minutes if it meant the both of you could get some satisfaction from it.

“Do you want me to suck you off, baby?” you asked, looking up at him with the most sultry eyes he’d ever witnessed. It felt like a sin to see you in such a compromising position.

He couldn’t muster up the words, so he nodded eagerly, already reaching for the belt around his waist. You sat back and watched him undress his lower half, subconsciously gnawing at the skin of your lip as he unveiled his beautiful erection.

With his pants and briefs around his ankles, you sat back up on your knees and gripped the base of him in your right hand. The smallest of sighs escaped his pink, parted lips. You did what you knew he loved which was peppering sweet kisses along his length, spreading them out over his sensitive, red, veiny skin. The final kiss was placed against his tip, where you felt the tiniest dribble of precum leaking. Wanton whimpers spilled from him as your mouth suckled at his head, your hand teasingly squeezing the rest of him.

“You have to be quiet if you want me to keep going,” you warned him, though the way you looked up at him didn’t help. How could he not moan when you looked so pretty just for him and with his dick in your mouth?

Nonetheless, Soobin nodded, choking back a drawn-out whine that threatened to release when you slowly took as much of him as you could into your mouth. He had to peel his eyes away from your lips enveloping his erection until you couldn’t take it anymore. His hands shook at his side, not knowing what to do with themselves. That’s when he remembered what you had said. Just use me the way you want to. He wanted to do just that.

Your boyfriend looked back down to see you pumping the base of his erection as you bobbed your head to take the rest of it. A shiver went down his back as he put his thoughts into motion. His fingers reached up to comb your hair away from your face, letting him get a better view of the sinful things you were doing to him. With your hair pulled away and into his fist, he carefully twisted the locks and tugged on them. Your lips parted as you let out a small moan against his tip, your tongue laving the tender skin. The action caught you off guard, but you loved every second of it. You prayed he would do it again, and your prayers were answered. You took him in your mouth again until his tip hit the back of your throat, making you gag a little bit. Soobin couldn’t handle the sight of the drool and precum leaking from the corners of your lips, so he pulled gently on your hair again. You relaxed, his dick falling out of your mouth followed by the both of you whining from the loss.

“Am I doing good, Bin?” you asked innocently, pressing another kiss to his tip as you took him in your hand again.

“So good, baby,” he panted quietly, “I’m gonna c- ah . . . cum soon.”

You stifled a giggle as you continued to suckle his head before saying, “Okay, my love. Where do you want to cum?”

Soobin was so wrapped up in the euphoric pleasure that was your hands and lips that he hadn’t even considered where he wanted to finish. Your breasts were always his first thought, but he had done that the most. He wanted to try something different. He looked down at you, picturing his semen decorating your pretty face. Just the imagery in his head alone was enough to make his cock twitch in your grasp.

“Your face,” he said, his hand caressing your cheek as the other gave your hair another tug.

The opposing actions, caring and dominating, had the space between your thighs pooling with desire. You wanted his cum so bad. You didn’t care where it went.

Your hand went to work pumping him as your tongue gave the underneath of his head some love, kitty licking the area that drove him crazy. The entire time you kept eye contact with him, his eyes getting more and more droopy the closer he got. Anytime now . . .

Soobin had to catch his lip in between the grit of his teeth to keep himself from moaning out your beautiful name. Rope after rope of his silky white seed spewed from him, falling onto your face. Your cheek and lips were the main victims, but as he twitched some landed just below your eye. You closed your eyes and relished in the warmth decorating your skin. Soobin’s knees nearly buckled at the obscenity before him, and he was almost convinced he would cum again from looking at it. When your tongue ran along the seams of your lips to collect as much as you could, he tried not to have a heart attack.

Your hand went from his dick to your face, scraping up the liquid to feed it between your lips where you wanted it. Soobin abruptly left to the bathroom, leaving you confused on your knees. You heard the faucet turn on and then off and he returned with a wet hand towel. Without a word, he stood in front of you again, leaning down to wipe the residue of him off of your skin. He concentrated on cleaning you, completely unaware of the way you were making heart eyes at him. You were falling deeper in love with him by the second.

When he caught your eyes observing him, he remembered all the other things that he wanted to do to you. He pressed a loving kiss to your lips, pulling away all too soon to keep the both of you from getting carried away, “Lay down on the bed for me.”

You moved into action, taking his helping hand as you got up from the floor and onto the bed. Soobin went to the bathroom to toss the towel on the counter before returning to you, still recovering a bit from his orgasm. Now it was your turn, and he had no plans of being gentle with you.

You lied on your back naively, looking over the red imprints on your knees from sitting on them. Soobin’s large hands covered them, massaging the aching skin before leaning down and pressing kisses to each one. A smile made its way to your lips only to immediately be replaced with a gasp. Soobin’s hands had run down your legs from your knees to your ankles, pulling them so that you were at the edge of the bed with him standing between your legs. He looked down at you with a smirk that was hiding laughter behind it as he reached up and captured your face in his hands.

His lips and tongue felt like heaven against your own, but it was his hands caressing your body that made your nerves buzz with electricity. It was the way his hands paused to cup his favorite part of you—your breasts. You were almost certain you heard a mewl get caught in the back of his throat as his fingers skimmed over your nipples through the lace of your bra.

You expected his hands to keep moving south, to the place you wanted him the most, but his hand went back up your chest only stopping when he got to your throat. His fingers fell into that familiar position right below your jaw, the pads of his fingertips barely pressing into the divots of your skin. He knew your weaknesses like the back of his big, strong, veiny hand.

“Please fuck me, Soobin,” you begged him, your hands gripping at the material of his sweater which you were now wondering why it was still on him.

“I will, baby, be patient,” he cooed against your cheek before pressing a sweet kiss to it. He let you pull his sweater over his head for him and toss it to the side.

Soobin got onto his own knees in front of you, taking a moment to admire the way you looked at him while his hands massaged your thighs. The skin seemed to get softer the higher he went, and your legs moved on their own, spreading for him. The thin, red lace was the only thing stopping him from going down on you. His fingers extended out to the hem and tugging on them. With your eager assistance he managed to slip them down your thighs and eventually off of you.

With you bare in front of him, he couldn’t contain the pathetic moan that left his lips and made you chuckle. His hands maneuvered themselves under your thighs so that he could open them more and place himself in the middle. His cheeks tickled the inside of your thighs as he leaned in, not yet touching or kissing you the way you wanted him to. No, he simply enjoyed the smell of you, waiting for him to do anything and everything. Your thighs shifted in his hold restlessly, the feeling of his warm breath against you making you fidgety.

“You’re so impatient,” he remarked, his dark eyes looking up at your desperate ones as he finally moved forward and licked between your slippery folds. Before you could stop yourself, the loudest moan you had made until then fumbled over your lips. Your hand flew to your mouth, covering it as a reminder to be quiet. Soobin laughed lightly at your reaction.

“It’s not funny,” you mumbled, now lying completely on your back.

“That’s it, baby, just lie down,” his words were quiet and way too gentle for the way he began to devour you. His supple, pouty lips were moving so fluidly against you, kissing you and collecting your juices as they went. His tongue covered any piece of you it could, but mostly paid attention to your clit which had your thighs tensing and your toes curling. His lips curled into a smile when he realized you were getting close, and he put as much focus as possible into sending you over the edge.

“Oh my god, you’re so good at this,” you whispered, but really wanting to scream it at the top of your lungs. Soobin could feel himself getting hard again just from the noises you made and the words you spoke. If only you knew what you do to him.

Your orgasm snuck up on you faster than you expected, making your leg jump from the impact of it. Soobin’s hand held it tight, keeping it in place as he continued to lick you through your high. The sweet taste of your cum dripped onto his tongue, and he welcomed it. In fact, he dove in for more. His hands around your thighs continued to grip you.

The threshold from your orgasm to overstimulation was a little thicker than Soobin’s but it hit you just as hard. Heat flashed across your body and your thighs began vibrating.

“Soobin, it-“ you panted like a dog, your back arching off of the sheets. Your hands reached down to his head, your fingers threading into his black hair. You gave the tresses a gentle tug in an effort to back him off, but he was determined. His suckling lips were holding onto your clit with purpose, and that was to give you the best two orgasms he could, “Soobin, it’s t-too much.”

“Do you want me to stop, baby?”

Yes. No.

“I-“

Another loud moan began in your throat, and his hand made its way up to your chin. The next thing you knew, long, slender fingers were being stuffed between your lips as they stifled your noises. This was new, and you loved it.

Your tongue laved around his digits like they were candy, your plush lips vibrating against his knuckles as you moaned quietly this time. Your second orgasm washed over you much more gently than the first one. But it was way more exhilarating.

Soobin grunted as he watched you suck on his fingers, the sight so erotic he thought he might cum from it, “You’re so fucking hot.”

His lips pressed a chaste kiss against your apex before he stood up, carefully pulling you into a sitting position again. He then found comfort in kissing you until he couldn’t breathe. It wasn’t until his wet fingers were skimming over your shoulder that he realized your bra was still on. His hands moved from your shoulders to the top of the garment, dipping under the edges to free your nipples.

Your breasts. Sigh. He would admire them for forever and a day if you let him. But for now, kissing and touching them would suffice. You quickly reached behind your back to unhook the clasp and let the garment fall away from you. Once it was off, you tossed it to meet his discarded clothes and your matching underwear.

Your boyfriend shook his head, “Maybe I should teach you to be more patient. You could use a lesson in that.”

Neither of you were used to him speaking like this when you had sex, but you both respectively decided that you liked it. In fact, you could get used to it.

A pout puckered your lips together in response, making him shake his head again with a small laugh, “Don’t act all innocent now. You do need to be more patient. And who would be better to teach you than me? Huh?”

Your doe eyes looked up at him like he was a dream.

“Answer me, baby.”

His tone wasn’t demanding or harsh in any way, but the way he said it made you not want to defy him regardless. He was clearly trying out this new, dominant side of him, and you were enjoying it.

“You, Soobin.”

“And why am I the best teacher for you?” he asked, his voice softer than before, like he was genuinely curious. His hand reached up and grasped your chin delicately, his thumb stroking your face.

“Because you’re the only one for me,” you answered honestly, “I’m all yours.”

Melting. That’s what it felt like. Like Soobin’s heart was melting. But elsewhere, his loins were on fire.

An animalistic growl emitted from deep in his chest as he guided your face to his again. Lips locked in a passionate kiss.

“That’s right,” he muttered into the skin under your ear, the urge to mark you there growing by the second, “You’re mine, _______.”

“Always.”

Even though it wasn’t a question, you nodded. Maybe it was to reassure him or just to agree, you weren’t sure. You couldn’t think straight. The only thing you could think about was how badly you wanted him to fuck you. Little did you know he was thinking the exact same thing.

I’m all yours to play with.

Your words echoed in his head like a mantra. A startled noise spilled from your lips as Soobin gripped your naked hips, “I want you to ride me.”

You were so horny you would agree to almost anything he wanted. You nodded, scooting back on the bed to give him room to lay down, his ebony hair resting against the pillows underneath him. Cowgirl was his favorite position; that you were fully aware of. Yet you still found it so attractive the way he looked up at you through half-lidded eyes as you climbed onto his lap. His now fully re-erect length was tucked underneath you, your heat making his hips want to buck up into it.

Your knees pressed into the sheets on either side of Soobin’s waist and your hands rested against the faint outline of abs he displayed. His dick felt amazing against your folds as you slowly drug your hips back and forth. The pure arousal between your legs coated him, causing him to become wet and precum to start leaking from him once again.

“Wait,” you stopped your movements completely, looking at Soobin who stared back at you with concern and puzzlement in his eyes, “We don’t have any condoms.”

For a moment you felt your chest deflate of hope, but you quickly recovered. After all, you have been on birth control . . .

“I don’t mind if you don’t,” you shrugged, the tension between you growing thicker.

You swore you saw his eyes gloss over for a second at the idea of him fucking you raw, and honestly it was so hot, “Ar-are you sure?”

“Yes,” you had never nodded so quickly in your life, “Who knows, maybe having your kids wouldn’t be such a bad thing.”

You made the comment as a joke, and even though Soobin laughed along with you, his dick twitched at the idea of you pregnant with his child. What has gotten into me? he thought to himself.

After too much teasing and just the right amount of self-control that kept you from begging him to continue—you really were practicing being patient—he finally reached between the two of you. He took his bare dick, waiting as you sat up fully before feeding it between your lips. It had been over two weeks since the last time you two had sex, and you always got butterflies during this part. Soobin wasn’t huge, but he was definitely bigger than most. You sucked in a sharp breath as you slowly sunk down onto him.

You mumbled under your breath, “Oh my god.”

“Holy fu- . . .” he exhaled.

All of those people were right, Soobin thought. It’s one hundred percent better without a condom. He could feel every ridge of your warm insides, and it felt like the closest thing to what he imagined heaven being.

You leaned forward, bracing your hands on his shoulders as you started to rock your hips back and forth. His cock pulled almost all the way out, until his tip was the only thing inside of you, before you moved back and enveloped him again. A steady and gratifying rhythm began with your hips meeting his and pretty soon you were losing yourself to the pleasurable feeling. Your lower lip was virtually caged between your teeth, biting back any loud noises that threatened to escape.

Below you, Soobin couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. The way your eyebrows furrowed in pleasure. The way your lip twitched when he filled you up just right. The way your necklace shifted around your neck. The way your boobs vaguely shook with each movement. Which reminded him . . . You wanted him to play with you, right? Say less.

His large hands captured your breasts, moulding them as if they were his own personal stress toys. He gently squeezed and massaged the flesh, stopping only to tweak your nipples between his fingertips. A tiny squeak of pain mixed with pleasure got stuck in your throat, making Soobin smirk.

“Does that hurt, baby?”

You shook your head, your pace quickening as you felt that familiar twisting feeling in your gut coming on, “No. No, it feels amazing.”

“Mm,” he hummed, his lips parting as he did it again, this time a little harder. His fingers took your nipples in their grip and twisted, making a whimper fall off your tongue even louder than before, “Shh, baby. If you keep making noise we’ll have to stop, remember?”

Your head nodded, but your mind was elsewhere, only half-listening to him. You were getting too close to your release to give him your full attention.

Soobin’s tongue slid over his lower lip, watching you lose yourself. As much as he wanted to cum in you like this, he didn’t want the moment to end quite yet.

“Please tell me you’re close,” you whined in a hushed tone.

“Almost.”

Your head lolled back in agony. Your thighs were starting to burn and the aches lingering from your two previous orgasms didn’t help. Soobin could tell you were getting weaker, so he decided to help you speed up the process. He put his thumb between his lips, letting enough saliva bubble up between the puffy pink skin to wet his finger. He then put it between your bodies, finding your clit after a few seconds of searching for it. Your body shivered from his touch, and your knees shifted as you began to ride him with more vigor than before.

“Soobin, I’m not gonna last much longer. Are you almost there?” you asked again, stabilizing your hands on his knees behind you. At this pace you were bound to explode at any second.

“Don’t worry about me, baby. Just cum.”

And you did just that.

Soobin’s lips were frozen in an open position, somehow still shocked by how hot you were when you orgasmed despite experiencing this a handful of times before. Your eyes were screwed together, and a quiet moan squeaked through your lips. Your fingers gripped the flesh of his knees behind you, making Soobin’s legs shake from the pain.

“R-red.”

Soobin hadn’t realized his thumb was still rubbing your clit until you were stuttering the safe word, one of your hands flying between your legs to pull it away. Your boyfriend apologized, moving the thumb back to your hip where he stroked the skin tenderly. Your hand rested against his happy trail, feeling his stomach shift with each ragged breath he took.

“You didn’t finish,” you mumbled, your eyes still closed.

“I know,” his eyes twinkled up at your beautiful face as your eyes opened and your gaze finally met his, “You’ve still got one more in you, don’t you?”

He chuckled when he noticed your subtle gulp of indecision.

“Come on, just one more,” he used the one thing he knew you couldn’t resist. His pout. Your eyes drifted to his uniquely pointed, supple lips, and he could’ve sworn he felt you clench around him, “I’ll take good care of you after, okay? Promise.”

“Okay,” you nodded, redistributing your weight as he sat up with you still on his lap. With him still seated inside of you, you wound your arms around his shoulders, pulling him in for a passionate kiss that had your head spinning—then again, it could have just been the multiple orgasms he just gave you. His own arms encircled your waist, pulling you as close to him as possible.

You didn’t know what you were expecting, but it wasn’t Soobin picking you up off his lap and spinning the two of you so that you were under him on the mattress. A gasp left you as your head hit the pillows and Soobin got himself comfortable between your hips again, having been removed during the shift. You suddenly felt so empty, and you hated it.

“Just one more, and then we’re done,” he whispered against your neck before suckling the skin, intending to leave a nice hickey.

“I know you want me to be patient, Soobin, but I need you to fuck me,” you sighed, your fingers threading through his silky hair.

Your boyfriend softly laughed in your ear as his lips pressed a kiss against the shell of it, “I will. I’ll fuck you so good you won’t remember anyone’s name but mine.”

You clenched around nothing, your thighs shifting around his hips. You ached for him, and he knew it.

Soobin distracted you with kisses all over your face and neck that when his erection was entering you, you were taken completely off guard. A loud whimper left you before you could stop it, and Soobin shook his head, “Shhh. Be quiet or I’ll have to make you be quiet. You don’t want that, do you, baby?”

He expected you to shake your head, but instead he got your hazy eyes looking back at him as if his suggestion were a treat. He especially didn’t expect your walls to tighten around him after he said it.

“You want me to shut you up?” he asked with a smirk tugging at his lips, “You want me to shove my fingers back in your filthy mouth? Huh?”

You were practically on cloud nine at this point as you nodded, “Yes, please.”

“And you used your manners,” he marveled as he started thrusting shallowly into you. You bit back every noise you wanted to make. You were doing so good for him, and you didn’t want to fuck up now, “Good girl.”

Another moan almost escaped you, but you swallowed it back before it could erupt. This couldn’t get any better, you thought. But it did.

Soobin’s right hand secured his position over you, gripping the bed beside you for security. The other reached up to your face, his thumb rubbing over your messy, slightly swollen lips. You immediately parted them for him to put his fingers in, and he smiled at your impatience. I’ll let it slide, since you look so hot right now.

His index and middle finger slipped past your lips, sliding over your tongue with ease. You closed your mouth around him, humming in satisfaction at the feeling of being full in two places. He started to match the pace of his fingers to his cock, sliding both slowly but with purpose. You felt his fingertips kiss the back of your throat just as you felt his tip kiss your cervix. You were in paradise.

“You’re doing so good, _______,” he kissed your ear, his breath tickling it, “You look so pretty, all for me. My pretty little slut. Isn’t that right, baby?”

Slut? Your head was spinning again. You’ve been waiting for this for so long.

You nodded in agreement, muttering against his fingers, “Mhmm.”

“Who does this mouth belong to?” he whispered, making your heart skip a beat.

He took his fingers out of your mouth just enough for you to speak, “You, Soobin.”

“And who does this pussy belong to?”

It felt like he was speaking a foreign language. Your boyfriend was far from innocent, but you had never heard him speak like this before. Your boyfriend wasn’t possessive in his day-to-day life, and you didn’t want him to be. But in the bedroom? Him being possessive and talking dirty to you like this caused a tsunami between your legs. You weren’t sure why but seeing your cute and harmless Soobin become so jealous and domineering was bewitching you.

“You. You. It’s all for you,” you repeated, the familiarity of another impending orgasm creeping in your muscles.

Soobin smirked again, marking your collarbones with his lips and ambition, “That’s right, baby. I’m all yours, and you’re all mine. No one else’s.”

You shook your head, your breaths becoming more and more bated as he continued to roughly thrust into you, “No one.”

He stuffed his fingers back into your mouth gently, hiding a smile when you immediately moaned around his knuckles. The fingernails of your right hand dug into the skin of his lower back as your left hand found comfort in his hair. Your hips began bucking up to meet his thrusts. You were getting so close again.

“Gonna cum one last time for me, my love?”

You nodded lazily, your energy dissipating. Soobin’s thumb caressed your face before he leaned down to press a kiss to the corner of your lips which were still occupied. His thrusts became more driven and erratic as he felt himself also getting close to his orgasm. He edged himself one too many times, so this time was going to be big. It was then that he remembered he was fucking you raw. When I cum, it will fill her up, he thought. It’s going to seep out of her. This is a fucking dream.

“Are you sure I can cum inside?” he asked once more, right as he was on the verge of blowing. He didn’t want to do it if you changed your mind.

You nodded again, fighting the urge to whine when his fingers slipped out of your lips again.

“Are you posit-“

“Yes, fuck- Please fill me up!” your eyes shut again as you buried your face into his neck to stifle your noises. You held onto him for dear life, continuing to buck your hips against his until your fourth orgasm of the night washed over you. Your walls pulsing around him on top of your fingers tugging at his hair was the last straw; he couldn’t hold back anymore, even if he tried.

“Shit,” his voice cracked. His hips stuttered, and the arm he was using to hold himself up was losing strength. His warm cum filled you, covering your insides. Once he was empty and his cock finished twitching, he slowly pulled out of you and paused to gain composure.

You closed your eyes, letting yourself fully relax, and for a moment it felt like you were sinking into the mattress. As your breathing started to return to normal, you felt the sensation of Soobin’s cum beginning to leak from you.

A small gasp left your lips, getting your boyfriend’s attention, “I can’t get cum on these sheets, Soobin.”

In his post-orgasm haze, he somehow forgot about the fact that he just came inside of you for the first time. He was so used to using condoms that he didn’t think about the mess after.

Without a word, his fingers skimmed over your torso and down between your legs, scooping up the liquid that was starting to leak. You assumed he was going to wipe it on his body or even yours, but apparently, he wasn’t done surprising you tonight. He carefully slipped his two fingers back into your folds, shoving them inside to gather more of his cum on the digits. Your head dug back into the pillows as you groaned, and Soobin chuckled at your response.

“Do you want it?” he asked as he withdrew the cum-coated fingers from you, holding them up in front of your face so you could see the liquid dripping over his hand.

Even though you had just experienced four overwhelming orgasms and fatigue was slowly settling in your bones, you couldn’t deny his offer. Something inside of you just couldn’t resist him. Though, it’s not like you wanted to.

You nodded, pornographic moans reverberating around his finger as you sucked your mixed semen off of his skin and the palm of his hand. As you licked the residue clean, he leaned forward and replaced his hands with his lips, capturing you in a kiss that was so full of love you thought your heart might implode.

You regretfully pulled away first, making Soobin hmph in dissatisfaction, “I’m sorry, I love you, but I need to take a bath or shower or something soon. I feel dirty.”

Soobin laughed, pressing a sweet kiss to your temple, “After all of that, I do too. I’ll go run the water for us.”

“That sounds perfect.”

The water felt like an orgasm in itself. The way the warm water hit the tense muscles of your bare back. Soobin carefully stepped in behind you, facing the running water while you faced him. He smiled down at you, admiring your oblivious self. Your eyes were closed as you enjoyed the stream, a lazy grin on your lips that only got wider when he leaned down to press a kiss against them.

“_______, my love, would you like me to wash your hair for you?” he asked, his large hands resting on your waist.

“I would love that.”

Your boyfriend picked up the bottle of shampoo, lathering some in his hand before putting the bottle back. He instructed you to close your eyes and tip your head back as he began gently massaging your scalp. A satisfied hum involuntarily left your lips, making him giggle. You poked his side playfully, and he apologized. He then got the conditioner and repeated the same actions, sliding his fingers through your hair as the water washed away any dirt and oil from the day—but mainly from the last thirty minutes.

He wasn’t sure what to do when he finished, but your eyes were still closed, and you seemed to just be enjoying the water again. So, he took it upon himself to get a washcloth and douse it with enough soap. He slid the cloth first over your shoulders in circular motions, going down your arms, then your back. He reluctantly passed them over your neck and chest, inspecting the faint purple-red marks that were bound to become darker overnight.

“I’m sorry,” he confessed, making you open your eyes in confusion.

“About what, baby?”

“For leaving so many marks,” he said, caressing the spots with his thumb gingerly, “I’m sorry if I went a little too far earlier by the way . . . Calling you a slut and all that. Thinking about it now, it seems a little excessive.”

You shook your head, subtly biting your lip, “Don’t be, I liked it. All of it. Y’know, I really love how soft and sweet you are, but sometimes it’s nice to let go and be a little . . . wild, I guess? I know you would never intentionally hurt me, so it’s fine. And as for the hickeys, don’t worry. I can cover them up with make up in the morning.“

Soobin nodded, his hands still running the sudsy washcloth over your stomach and waist, “And I’m sorry for getting so jealous. I trust you in every sense of the word, but my pride gets the best of me sometimes.”

“We have plenty of time to work on it, but it really wasn’t that bad. Honestly, if I knew you being jealous would lead to this, I would’ve gotten you riled up ages ago.”

“Don’t say that,” he shook his head, scoffing. You laughed, pulling him into another kiss as you assured him you were joking. His kisses were peppered from your lips to your cheeks, jaw, neck, chest, until he got to your sternum.

He lowered to his knees, washing your legs starting from your feet and calves. His hands so gently circled over your knees and up your thighs. His eyes found yours as he pressed a kiss to your tummy, making a shiver run down your spine. If you weren’t so tired, you could have gone another round right then and there.

Soobin let you cleanse the rest yourself as he quickly washed himself up. Once the both of you were done, he shut the water off and toweled himself off before draping you in your own towel. He pulled on a pair of boxer briefs, sweatpants, and a t-shirt and went back into the room to check his phone while you got dressed.

The both of you brushed your teeth together at the sink—you laughing through the froth of your toothpaste as Soobin made faces at you in the mirror. After you wiped your mouth clean, you followed him into the bedroom, ready to relax under the covers and go to sleep.

“I’m gonna go get a glass of water,” Soobin said, going towards the door as you laid back against the pillows, “Don’t fall asleep before I give you your goodnight kiss.”

You scoffed with a smile, “Yes sir.”

Soobin was sure to be quiet in every move he made—closing the bedroom door and walking down the stairs. He peeked over the stair railing to see his sister and Dohyun sleeping on the pull-out couch, and Jiwon was still curled up peacefully on the recliner. His feet padded softly against the lower steps before he touched the floor. He made his way to the kitchen but was shocked to see the dim glow of the oven light already on. Mom always turns that off, he thought.

He approached the doorway to see his brother already looking through the fridge.

“What are you doing up?” he whispered, causing Sungmin to stand at attention.

“Oh,” his brother relaxed once he realized it was him, “Came down to get a drink. You?”

“Same.”

His brother gave him a pointed look, with a smirk wiggling the corner of his lips, “Thirsty?”

Soobin’s eyebrows furrowed at his brother’s odd demeanor, “Yeah?”

“I bet. I would be too if I just had the sex you did.”

Your boyfriend froze, not sure if he should be nervous or embarrassed.

“Don’t worry,” Sungmin laughed quietly, “You guys weren’t loud or anything. I just heard when I went to the bathroom earlier. Sounded like _______ was having fun.”

Soobin’s fists tensed up at his side as he debated on holding his tongue or giving his brother a piece of his mind. Today was his unlucky day.

“Y’know what, Sungmin? She was,” Soobin remarked, secretly loving the way his brother’s expression switched from arrogance to bewilderment, “And I’m sorry that you and Yoona didn’t work out, but I’d appreciate it if you quit looking at my girlfriend every chance you get.”

Sungmin looked confused, but his brother cut him off before he could speak again, “Yeah, don’t think I didn’t notice. You were never that great at being subtle. Like the comments about me you keep making? Trying to humiliate me in front of her? It didn’t work. So, you can drop it.“

“Soobin, I- I’m sorry if it seemed like I was trying to-“

“I don’t want to hear it, Sungmin. I brought _______ here to spend a nice holiday with our family. Not for you to take every chance you could to steal her from me.“

Sungmin was too stunned to speak. Soobin felt better thinking it was because his older brother was finally embarrassed by his actions. He busied himself fixing two glasses of water, and before he could walk out of the kitchen, his brother spoke again.

“Soobin, I really am sorry.”

The younger brother turned, nodding to his sibling nonchalantly, “Merry Christmas, Sungmin.”

The family of three were still sound asleep as he passed them on his way back upstairs. With careful steps, he carried himself to the bedroom, opening and closing the door softly. He smiled as he looked over at the bed to see your phone haphazardly leaning against the pillow beside you, your grip on it loosening. Your eyes slowly blinked with sleep tugging at them.

“You didn’t fall asleep without your kiss, did you?”

“Mm?” you hummed, opening your eyes and picking your phone up so it wouldn’t fall, “No.”

Your boyfriend laughed at your half-awake form, handing you the second glass of water from his side of the bed. You sat up a bit to take the cup and drink from it. Soobin slid in beside you on the bed, drinking from his own glass.

“You didn’t wake anybody, right?” you asked, placing your cup and phone on the nightstand.

Soobin paused, and before he could speak, you were already looking at him with a stern look, “I didn’t wake anyone . . . but I ran into Sungmin in the kitchen.”

“Okay?” you were wondering why he brought it up, until- “He didn’t hear us, did he? Oh my God, this is so embarrassing. Soobin, what if your parents heard?”

Soobin shook his head as he placed his cup down, “________, they didn’t hear us. The others were fast asleep in the living room. Sungmin only heard because he got up to use the bathroom.”

Your heart was pounding against your chest as you sighed, “What did he say? Actually, I probably don’t wanna know.”

Your boyfriend shrugged, “He made a comment about you sounding like you were having fun-“

Your cheeks bloomed with heat. This couldn’t get any worse—well, it could, but this was embarrassing enough as it is, “And?”

“-and I kind of snapped on him. I wasn’t going to, but I’m just so sick of him. I told him to quit looking at you and trying to humiliate me.”

Your eyes softened as you watched his nose crinkle with anger while he talked. It was rare to see Soobin annoyed much less angry, “What happened after that?”

“He tried to apologize, but I didn’t wanna hear it,” he shrugged, then chuckled, “I finished by telling him Merry Christmas.”

You poked his arm before wrapping your hands around it, “Well, I’m glad you finally got it off your chest, at least. I’m proud of you.”

Soobin half-smiled, leaning into your lips as they reached up and kissed his dimple. He turned to press your lips against his, his hand extending to stroke your cheek lovingly. You were practically melting into him.

You finally convinced him to lie down and shut off the lamps. He curled up to you, resting his head on your chest as his long legs intertwined with yours. He noticed your hand resting by your side with your bracelet on it, so he reached out and moved it to sit atop your tummy. He held your hand there, giggling as the charms clicked together magnetically and formed a full heart that mimicked his own. You smiled, feeling more loved in this moment than ever before. Just as your eyes were closing and a content sigh was leaving your lips, he asked:

“Did you have a good Christmas?”

“Absolutely. Did you?”

“Yeah, I did,” he hummed, “I love you, _______.”

“I love you more, Soobin.”

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suchalonelysunflower · 4 years ago

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Be Alright (l.h)

Pairing: Luke Hemmings x Fem!Reader

Requested: Yes!

Summary: You go on tour with Luke and the boys for the first time, but things don’t go as planned as you try to fit in.

Warnings: Angst with Fluff. Anxiety, panic attacks, low self esteem. Language. Hostility. Some grammatical errors (English is not my first language, I’m sorry)

Word count: 6.9 k

Author’s Note: This fic takes place after the pandemic. It deals with anxiety and panic attacks, but please remember that the symptoms as well as what the person experiences it’s always different, this is just how I see and experience these cases. Please, if you want to learn more about them get informed by a reliable source. Remember that Reblogs, Comments, Likes and Feedback are much appreciated and you don’t know how much it helps me! ❤️ Hope you like it and Happy Reading 🌻🦋✨

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@theshyspy : (...) So I was wondering if you could write something with Luke or cal (whoever feels most natural?) where the reader just gets really anxious and he takes care of her and calms her down? maybe making sure she eats and/ or drinks enough, that she gets some rest, perhaps he sings for her? Idk just some fluff🤷🏼‍♀️ (It’s totally ok if you don’t want to, or don’t feel comfortable writing it !! I know it can be triggering for some people so just leave it if it bothers you in any way!!🙆🏼‍♀️💕)

The feeling of an ice-cold touch shook you out of your dreamless sleep. You nearly jumped out of your seat before remembering where you were and what you were doing.

The light came through the small window, illuminating your seats and the small aisle that separated you from your friends. The air conditioner was turned off and you made a mental note to thank Luke later, he knew how cold you get on these travels.

Speaking of “Why are your hands so damn cold?!” You scolded your boyfriend as you rub your eyes, trying to wake up and steady your heartbeat from the scare you just got.

Luke just pressed his lips in a thin line, not wanting to laugh at your sudden reaction but also not to smile like an idiot due to your sleepy state. Even after a 15-hour flight you still looked cute as hell in his eyes.

“Sorry, love,” He said with a smile once you looked at him “I was having a drink, and then came time to wake you up. I didn’t notice my hands were cold”

You murmured some gibberish close to an ‘okay’ and yawned “How long was I out?”

Luke cringed “20 minutes”

“What?!”

It was no surprise, you could never sleep well in places that were not a proper bed. You didn’t want to think about how it would be like to sleep in a bunk next to your six-foot-four Australian boyfriend.

“I thought I slept longer” You pouted “Although it didn’t feel like much”

“Another bad dream?” He asked, placing his head on your shoulder as he intertwined his fingers with yours, slowly playing with them.

“A lack thereof, actually,” You said, yawning again “But don’t worry, I’ll sleep when we get to the hotel”

Luke smiled and brought your hands to his lips, softly placing a kiss on your knuckles as you cuddled next to him.

Your heart was beating loud and you hoped he wouldn’t notice, or if he did then he did not say anything and you were grateful. It was stressful enough to travel on tour for the first time and to know that you might bring him down with your anxious overthinking was not doing great with you.

Luckily, your mind grew quiet as Calum popped his head from the seat in front of you.

“Excited for your first tour?” He asked with a grin. He looked brand new, and as you looked around you realized they all do. For a moment there you had to remind yourself that this is what they do for a living.

“Mmh hmm” You hummed, head still placed over Luke’s while you played with his hair “Kinda nervous, though” You admitted.

“Why?” This time it was Ashton the one who asked, popping his head from the seats next to yours as he joined the conversation “It’s going to be fun! Like a big road trip” He chuckled.

“Yeah but-” Your voice was cut out by the pilot who announced over the speakers your arrival at the airport.

You thought about sharing your fears with the boys, given that this was your first time flying across the world with them you didn’t exactly know what to expect and you were scared to find that out in the worst situations. But then, how could they know? After all, how much pressure could they have when they pretty much secured the love of everyone? You, however, were just the girlfriend and it almost felt like you have to earn that place on tour.

The fans will be looking at them but criticizing you. It’s not like it would be your first time dealing with it since you went public with your relationship, God knows it’s not easy dealing with that But it won’t be just them this time, there’s also the paparazzi, the crew, the boys themselves even if they don’t notice; they are all expecting you to be ready and up for it, perfect all the time. Not to mention the stress of traveling and the schedules, the jet lag and the-

Once again your thoughts were put on pause before you could finish overthinking them as you felt Luke shake next to you. You met his gaze but he was looking to the side, trying hard to stiffen his laughter as Ashton dropped an ice cube into Michael's back under his shirt, waking him up with a jump and a mix of curses.

You shook your head and laughed along with them. You should be thankful for having them, after all, they are your friends and they could help you manage all of those pits of anxiety that started to grow. Anything could happen on this tour and, at least you know that you won’t be bored.

Luke helped you with your carry-out and let you walk in front of him, all while placing his hands on the sides of your waist and walking -or actually more like waddling along with you. You giggled as he placed his head on top of yours, making it difficult to walk for the both of you but he wasn’t going to let go. That’s one of the things you love about him; he is never afraid to show his affection and be close to you, almost in a protective manner. You feel safe with him and you know the feeling is mutual.

You laughed with the rest of the boys as you made your way to claim your luggage, joking around and teasing each other much to the annoyance of the other passengers. You felt how Luke’s chest rumbled with laughter, and in the few quiet moments, you got while waiting for your bags he managed to hold you closer and press little kisses around your forehead and cheeks, making you giggle in his tight embrace. You almost forgot how tired you were from the flight.

Almost. But your body had a different plan.

As your bags were taking their sweet time, you could hear the distant voices of the boys drifting away from you. Slowly, you began to drift away too, your eyelids becoming heavy as you struggled to stay up. Soon enough, the notices became a light buzzing sound inside your head.

“Y/N?” Luke asked as he felt you become heavier on his grip “Baby?” He looked down at your face and saw you fight to get your eyes open and failed to do so as they kept shutting without your permission.

He cringed as he saw your tired face, knowing that he was once again tasked with the job of waking you up. If it were up to him, he would’ve carried you in his arms all the way to the van just for you to get some sleep. But it was common for them for fans to welcome them in the airport accompanied by some paparazzi who tried to get a bad shot out of them and, despite his wishes for you to be completely rested and healthy, he needed to wake you up.

“Y/N, are you alright, love?” He asked whispering in your ear, rubbing his hands up and down your arms hoping that in that way he could somehow share some of his energy with you.

You quickly came back to your senses once you felt Luke’s arms leave your waist and hold you by your shoulders and elbows. A red flush covered your face as you realized where you were standing -and almost falling, asleep.

“Y-yeah,” You said, standing up straight as you pull away from his hold, somehow trying to prove your point “I’m just-“

“Tired. Yeah, it’s okay” Luke reassured you as he came closer and wrapped you in his arms by the waist “I was just like you when I experienced my first jet lag. It will go away”

You scoffed “Yeah? In how long?”

“In like four months when we get home” He teased, immediately bursting into laughter when he saw you glare at him.

You slightly punched his chest, mocking anger. But soon enough you found yourself laughing along “I think I just need to eat something”

Luke stopped laughing, replacing his smile with a concerned gaze “Didn’t you eat on the plane?”

“I couldn’t. I tried to eat while you were asleep, but my stomach just rejected the food so I chose to wait until we were on land”

Luke shook his head and was about to say something when Calum interrupted him to give you both your bags.

“Those were the last ones,” He said “We need to get going”

Luke nodded as he watched him walk away, turning to you once he was out of sight.

You could feel his worried stare, but you just smiled at him as you placed your hand on his cheek “Don’t worry love. I can buy something from here and then eat some real food at the hotel if that would make your worries go away”

He just sighed and nodded. You smiled reassuringly at him and brought him closer to peck his lips “Love you”

“Love you, too,” He said with a love fool grin “Ready to start the tour?” He asked excitedly.

You nodded enthusiastically as you grabbed his hand and started walking along with him towards the gates, feeling ready to face up anything.

Well, you weren’t ready to face up to what ensued.

As soon as those gates opened you were bombarded with flashes of cameras and screams from thousands of people.

Fans were gathered outside the airport gates, waiting for their favorite band to arrive. Of course, this led to the paparazzi being there as well, waiting to get an inside scoop of the boys’ first arrival on their world tour after the pandemic.

There were too many people for you to be able to see more than three meters in front of you. All of them were shouting Luke’s name as he tried to make his way out of there and lead you to safety.

You lifted your gaze and saw how he was smiling at the fans, waving with his free hand as his grip on your hand became tighter. Strangers were approaching the both of you very quickly, pushing their way to the front as they asked and demanded a picture of an autograph.

Your personal space was becoming smaller and smaller as they pushed through you, trying to separate you from your boyfriend’s grip. They bumped your shoulder and kicked your sides with elbows and frantic arms. You felt your voice getting drowned out as you called for Luke, hoping that he could hear you over the commotion and come help you out.

It all happened so fast. Luke let go of your hand by accident for just one second as he tried to look back at you. His heart shattered as he struggled to find your eyes in the crowd of pleas and flashing cameras “Y/N?!” He called, trying to appear calm in front of those strangers, but on the inside he was desperate, kicking himself over and over for ever letting go of your hand.

And then, he heard it “Luke!”

Your eyes were wide and filled with tears as people pushed through you to get to him. His eyes filled with regret as he sucked on a breath and walked towards you, easily making his way back as all of the people who were standing there stepped aside to let him through. No one pushed him, no one yelled at him for stepping into their place. No one dared to disrespect him as they disrespected you.

In a matter of seconds, Luke was standing in front of you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you closer to him. You felt like you could breathe again.

“You okay?” He asked, mumbling as he kissed your head. You heard the faintest “aww” coming from the fans witnessing this little gesture and confusing with something cute instead of what it was: he was shielding you from them, protecting you while comforting you the best he could. Yet, all you could hear was Luke’s beating heart as you hid your face in his chest.

“Let’s get out of here,” Luke said, tensing his whole body as he pulled you to the side, not letting go of his grip to your waist as you walked rapidly towards the exit.

You both ignored the calls and flashed from your surroundings. You could feel your breathing becoming heavier as you tried to keep up with his steps, not really relaxing until you saw the van’s door opening and Calum making space for the both of you.

You jumped inside the car and Luke quickly followed, closing the door and letting out a breath he was holding.

“So…” Ashton said, breaking the silence after they drove away “That was fun. Nothing like a little chaos to start the tour”

For the first time in your life, you wanted to punch his face. Your heart was still beating loudly inside your chest and they were all so calm. It truly seemed like they didn’t care that you just went through one of the scariest experiences of your life.

Yeah, you know you might be exaggerating. But it’s your first flight with the boys, first time in a foreign country, first time with a multitude of fans and photographers where they all pushed you to get to your boyfriend. And they were all fine? Like it wasn’t a big deal? And they say it was fun?

The chattering continued, all three of them talking about the fans they saw and how they reacted to them. Joking around and teasing each other for various reasons. No one noticed how your hands were shaking or how you didn’t say a word since you got up in the car.

You tried to steady your breath and to hide your hands somewhere until they were cool. You still feel a sting where one girl elbowed you, knowing it might leave a bruise. You tried to close your eyes and think about nice things to get you off your mind for a while, but all you could see was how Luke drifted away from you, going farther and farther as you lost sight of him; and no matter how hard you yelled his name, your voice was drowned and lost among all the others.

The tears started to pick up in your eyes and you held them back as hard as you could. You needed to be strong, this is just the first stop of the tour and you needed to toughen up if you want to keep up. You just hoped you could do it before anyone noticed it.

Luke was sitting beside you, not participating in the conversation of his bandmates, but rather he was looking at you and how your leg bounced up and down in a rapid motion.

He knew your mind must be going ten miles per hour at this moment. You weren’t used to this whole lifestyle and for that to be your first experience must be nerve-wracking. He wished he could just erase all those bad feelings and bring you the comfort you deserve.

“Hey,” He finally said, softly enough for you to hear as he leaned closer to you. Your eyes quickly snapped in his direction, finding some kind of peace in his baby blue eyes “Are you okay?”

He knew the answer was no, but he also knew you would never admit that, so it was no surprise when you smiled at him and nodded. Only this time the smile didn’t reach your eyes like they always do.

“You know just… a bit tired, that’s all,” You said, not wanting to worry him. But it was a little bit late for that and you noticed that the instant he furrowed his brows and gave you the ‘I know you’re lying’ look.

“Are you sure? Because that out there was pretty crazy and-“

“I’m fine, Luke” You reassured him, scooting closer to him and leaning against his frame. He immediately rounded his arm around your shoulder and started drawing circles on your skin with his thumb “I don’t really want to talk about it right now. I just need you close for a while, is that okay?”

Luke sighed and held you tighter “Yeah, of course, love. Whatever you need. You should try to get some sleep, I’m sorry we couldn’t buy you anything to eat back in the airport”

You look around you. All the boys were singing and joking around, not paying attention to you and Luke; making it difficult for you to just drift back to sleep.

“No, don’t worry. I’m okay. I’ll eat and sleep when we get to the hotel”

You watched the scenery pass by as the car drove you to your destination. You tried to focus on the conversations going around you, but you were too distracted by the beauty of it all.

It amazed you how after such a scary experience could come such comfort; you were surrounded by your best friends and your lover, experiencing new things and memories you knew you needed to treasure forever.

From time to time you could feel Luke staring at you, almost like he wanted to make sure you were okay and you would reassure him with soft smiles and little pecks on the cheeks as the other guys reminisced about their previous times abroad.

Suddenly, the car came to a stop and you found yourselves parked in a huge parking lot. You looked at Luke with a confused expression and he did the same. You didn’t know where you were.

“Uh, why are we stopping?” He asked as Calum and Ashton opened their doors and stepped out of the van.

“Because we are here?” Michael asked, not getting his friend’s confusion.

“This is the hotel?” You asked.

“This is the venue…” Michael said, pulling a lever so he could push Calum’s seat out of the way and step outside “We are not going to the hotel till tonight”

“What?!” Luke half asked, half yelled.

“Yeah, dude. We’re behind schedule so we need to do a quick soundcheck and then hop in the car and go do a couple of interviews in radio stations… did you not read the email?”

Luke facepalmed himself “No…” He lamented as he rubbed his face with the palm of his hand, then he looked at you with apologetic eyes “Oh my god, Y/N. I’m so sorry, love”

“It’s okay, Luke” It was not okay, you really wanted to take a nap and a shower before the show. But you couldn’t have avoided this at any cost and it wasn’t his fault at all, so there was no need to bring him down because of this.

“No! Of course, it’s not okay. You need to rest and eat a proper meal. This is it fair to you and I’m so sorry”

You could tell that he was kicking himself inside his head and you hated to see him all worked up and anxious. It broke your heart to see him so frustrated with himself.

Your palms cupped his face and made him look at you “Luke, baby. It’s fine, I promise. It will be fun! Plus, I can always nap on the couch” But he didn’t look conceived at all “I’ll be fine”

He sighed “Promise you will eat something there? And drink some water?”

You nodded with a smile “I promise. Now go! You have a soundcheck to kill” You winked at him and pecked his lips before jumping out of the van.

“What would I do without you?”

After the quick soundcheck, the boys changed clothes and got ready for an afternoon filled with interviews and quick appearances. It was going to be a wild ride, so you opted out of staying in the venue until they got back.

“Are you sure you’ll be okay?” Luke asked for the tenth time.

“Of course she will!” Intervened Ashton “She’s Y/N/N, she can take care of herself”

You rolled your eyes at him and stared back at your boyfriend “I’ll be fine, love. I’ll just stay right here and maybe I’ll take a nap”

“And you know where the catering room is?”

You certainly didn’t, but he didn’t need to know that right now. You would manage well enough.

“Yes, dad” You teased

“Y/N!” Luke mocked a shocked expression “Not in front of the boys!”

You scoffed and lightly pushed him in the chest “You pig! Not everything has to be dirty!”

“You started it!”

“Go!” You laughed, kissing him one last time “Give your fans some content”

You saw the four of them walk through the door and you let out an exhausted breath. This is the first time you allowed yourself to relax since you boarded the plane almost 24 hours ago and you were beyond tired at this point.

How did they do it? Fly across the world and still look like superstars, what kind of deal did they make, and with whom?

You looked around the green room, your eyes landing on your reflection. You physically cringed at the image in front of you; dark heavy bags rested under your eyes and your hair, although pulled back, seemed oily and tangled in knots; your clothes had wrinkles in them and you seriously regretted sending your luggage directly to the hotel, leaving you with this shirt, a hoodie, and your black jeans.

A sigh escaped your lips as you tried to think of nice things; things that would keep your mind out of overthinking every single detail that has gone wrong since the minute you left home. How were you supposed to prove that you belong on the tour if you couldn’t even handle the first day? You needed to gain your energy back before the guys came back, and what better medicine than a little nap?

You moved Ashton’s heavy bag from one corner of the couch and laid on your back, but the awaited relief never came. You tossed and turned in different positions, hissing every time the warm leather glued itself to your skin only for it to be peeled off with every movement.

The sounds from outside of the room grew louder as the crew hurried to put everything in its place on time for the show. People were running in and outside the green room, not paying attention to you laying on the couch trying to find an ounce of sleep as they focused on their tasks.

You don’t know how long it’s been and, honestly, you’re afraid to ask. It was clear that you were not going to get any sleep here, not while everyone’s acting frantic because of a scheduling mishap and not while your mind is still preoccupied trying to keep up instead of relaxing as Luke told you to do.

You tried one last time to get at least a five-minute nap, but it was almost impossible. You opened your eyes with a groan and got up, so frustrated that you didn’t even feel the burn on your skin when you separated yourself from the uncomfortable couch.

The second your feet touched the ground and you lifted yourself on your feet, everything started to spin. You felt how your blood seemed to have disappeared from your body, leaving only a carcass that couldn’t stand for itself, making you fall on your ass back into the couch.

You felt nauseous, but the growling in your stomach reminded you that you haven’t eaten in all day. You had to eat something before you passed out, but the mere thought of eating made you feel even dizzier if that was possible.

You counted to ten, ignoring the way your head pounded with loud warnings and stood up. It took you a few seconds to find your balance again, but once you started walking you felt like you couldn’t stop.

You got out of the room, not really knowing where the catering was but you were determined to get there. You couldn’t let Luke and the rest see you like that, so weak and pathetic. It’s just day one and you are already passing out? How stupid is that!

The loud bangs in your head increased with every step you took, soon becoming voices that screamed inside your mind, drowning every ounce of clarity you might have; turning to the right and then to the left, then to the end of the hallway and back to the right. Did you even know where you were going?

Did you even know why you were here?

It was bound to happen, sooner or later, that Luke would ask you to accompany him on tour. Bet he is regretting that decision now. You tried, you really tried to be the supporting girlfriend, but how could you be of any support when you were the one who needed it? He didn’t come here to be your nanny and yet all he’s done is worry about you! You should be able to take care of yourself, yet you can’t even do that for him.

What a terrible girlfriend you were. He will surely break up with you and send you back home on the next flight. He didn’t need this kind of energy, this cloud of darkness you were becoming, ready to drown out his light with your problems. If only you could do better for him. For Luke.

Luke, the simple thought of him brought you to the brink of tears. You loved him so much, so much that it hurt to love him yet at the same time it was the best comfort in the world just to be standing by his side. You wanted to be by his side and never let go, but you were pushing away from him. Your mind and meaningless needs were separating you from him, telling you that he deserves someone better, more equipped to handle the lifestyle you weren’t ready for.

He is the brightest star in the universe and you are just a firefly, trying hard to be something you’d never be and everyone can see it. The fans see it, the media sees it and even your friends will someday. They will realize that you were nothing more than a girl who just hoped she could be enough but ended up becoming one more burden to carry with.

You couldn’t survive out here, not right now, and not without Luke. You are falling and you feel like if you stay you might drown him with you. You were disappointing him right now, pacing around the-

Where the fuck were you?

The voice inside your head died down as you didn’t recognize the place where you were standing.

You were supposed to be on your way to catering, and you were… but you didn’t know where it was and now you don’t know where you are.

Great.

The screams of the fans reverberated through the walls of the narrow hallway, you only now realize that the doors must be open and the show is about to start. You brought a hand to your back pocket, thinking about calling Luke and telling him your situation and asking him how to get to where they were. But your pockets were flat and your phone was nowhere to be seen, you must’ve left it in the greenroom.

“Fuck!” You yelled, voice hoarse from not having drunk anything since this morning. You looked to your left and there was just a blank wall staring back at you with no way out. You thought about going back, but you weren’t paying attention to where you were heading, so you risked the fact of getting more lost before someone could find you.

Fuck it.

You turned around and started walking, faster and faster. You were almost jogging through the deserted hallways trying to find your way back. You were panicking with every turn, every curve. To the right, then left, then a left, and a right again. You could hear the faintest riff of a guitar, so you speed up your pace. Your exhaustion had nothing compared to the fear in the pit of your stomach, you needed to get back. You needed to be there for Luke, to find your way back.

The desperation you held inside made you ignore the tears that were spilling out of your eyes without permission. You didn’t want to be alone anymore in a place you don’t know. You are sure your mind is playing tricks on you, making the hallways longer and the seconds everlasting, constantly repeating in your head how you were nothing more than a little lost girl who was playing something she shouldn’t. Something she wouldn’t ever be.

People passed you as you turned around corners, your heart beating loud as you recognized some faces from the crew, getting closer and closer to where you were supposed to be.

And finally, you arrived.

You let out a breath, you didn’t know if it was from relief or just a way to drown out the sob that was threatening to come out. You made a move to open the door but you noticed your hands were shaking. A cold feeling ran through your body, making you shiver as you wiped your sweaty palms on the front of your jeans. You were so close but why did you feel so far away? Drifting and drifting further and further….

What was happening?

“Y/N?”

You heard your name being called by a familiar voice. You lifted your head and saw Michael standing at the door of the green room, his eyes scanning you carefully. You swore you could see a hint of fear in them. He quickly moved out of the way, opening the door wider so you could step in.

You lifted your gaze, your teary eyes meeting Luke’s as he stood in the middle of the room, pacing back and forward with his phone in his hand, gripping it so tightly you thought it might crack.

“There you are!” He said, pressing a button on his screen. He was smiling, relief visible on his features as his eyes took you in “I’ve been looking for you, the opening band already started playing and- Y/N?”

Suddenly, everything stopped. Luke’s eyes denoted fear as he saw you collapse to your knees the moment you stepped into the room. He saw everything happen in slow motion: the way you wrapped your arms around your stomach; the shaking of your entire frame as you let out a heavy breath mixed with a sob; and the tears in your eyes as you tried to make sense of what was happening to you.

He acted fast. In one swift move, he was kneeling in front of you, taking you in his arms as he pulled you closer to his chest “She’s having a panic attack!” He said, loud enough for everyone in the room to hear, but none of his friends moved as they were still shocked by the image of you falling into the ground.

“Michael!” He called, remembering that people act better in an emergency if given direct orders “Go find a doctor. Ashton, bring her something to eat. And Calum, find water and soda. She’s dehydrated and needs some sugar”

All three of them didn’t think twice before jumping out of their seats and running through the halls to find those things for you. But you couldn't hear any of that.

“I’m sorry,” You cried, over and over again “I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”

“Shh, love” Luke cooed, lifting you and sitting back down on the couch, placing you on his lap as he rocked you back and forwards “It’s okay love. Nothing to be sorry for, I’m here. I’m here”

You kept crying into his chest, struggling to breathe as every sob seemed to tear your throat in two. You knew Luke was touching you, but you couldn’t feel his hands anywhere as you shook through your cries.

“Baby- Y/N, listen to me. Okay?” He said with a calming voice, completely contrasting how he was feeling inside “Listen to my voice, baby. Breathe with me, okay? One,” He inhaled deeply, his finger tracing a line up your back so you could follow him “Two” He exhaled, bringing his finger down “Good, do that again, please? One, two”

He was trying so hard not to panic along with you. Seeing you so frail in his arms made his heart break into a million pieces. He didn’t know what was going on in your mind or why or what you were apologizing for. All he knows is that he would do anything not to hear your broken cries again, so desperate and hopeless. He would do anything to make sure you are alright and safe.

You imitated Luke’s breathing pattern as close as you could. Breathing in and out every time he asked until you could feel his finger running up and down your spine, his touch finally bringing some comfort to your body and mind as they recognized him. They recognized home.

Your cries died down the moment Michael stepped through the door accompanied by a nurse, Ashton, and Calum who all brought some type of food and drink to lay down on the table.

Luke made some space so the nurse could sit down next to you, but he never once let go of you or stopped moving his finger on your back. He needed you to know that he was still here and he was not going anywhere.

“She seems good,” The nurse said after quickly giving you a check-up “It was just a panic attack. You did well in calming her down” He said to Luke, giving him a pat on the back “I’m gonna leave here some pills for her to take once she eats and drinks something, these will help with the body ache and headache she will feel later and also will help her sleep”

The four men thanked the nurse as Michael closed the door again. All eyes were fixed on you as you rested your head on Luke’s shoulder, eyes closed as your breathing became even and lighter again.

“Is that-? Is that a half-eaten burger?” Calum asked, pointing to the table filled with foods and drinks, and breaking the silence that had set upon them.

“I panicked!” Ashton answered.

“Could you guys give us a moment, please?” Luke asked, eyes never leaving your face as he held you closer. His friends nodded and walked out of the room, leaving the two of you alone.

“I’m sorry, bub,” You said, voice broken and soft.

You slowly opened your eyes and suddenly felt like crying again when you met Luke’s gaze. Surprised at the fact that he didn’t seem angry; all you could see in his eyes was a relief.

“Why are you sorry, love?” He asked, voice as soft as yours as he caressed your cheeks with the back of his free hand “You have nothing to apologize for. These things happen and we can’t really avoid them”

“No,” You said, pushing away from him as you separated from his lap and went to sit on the spot next to him.

Luke’s heart broke at your actions, but it completely shattered when he saw the tears picking up in your eyes again.

“I’m sorry for ruining everything” Your voice broke as you started talking “I’m sorry for being one more burden in this tour that hasn’t even started yet. Look at me! Not even a day in and I’m already falling apart! This is not what you expected of me, Luke and don’t try to deny it. I’ve disappointed you, the band, myself-”

“You did not do such a thing” He tried to say, but you weren’t listening.

“Maybe I’m not meant for this” Your words took his breath right out of his mouth, he didn’t like where this conversation was going “Maybe I’m better off at home. At least there I’m not embarrassing myself in airports or with your fans or with your bandmates and crew- I want to be someone you would be proud of but all I do is overthink every little thing that I forget the rest. I tried so hard to keep up, to prove to you and the others and even myself that I could belong here on tour; that I could live this life with ease as you all do and I just keep failing everyone. I love you, Luke. But I can’t stand the thought of slowing you or pulling you down with me, and you don’t deserve to be tied up with some mess like me-”

Your words were cut off by Luke’s lips clashing with yours. It took you a minute to respond and kiss him back, letting all your worries slip away for only one minute. Only one minute where you could pretend that everything was alright.

Luke pulled away first, placing his forehead against yours “You uplift me, Y/N”

“What?”

He cupped your cheeks, making you look at him as he spoke with such care and love.

“You could never bring me down, you are the one keeping me above the water, my love. I deserve to be with you as much as you deserve to be right here with us”

“Luke-”

“It’s my fault,” He said with a sad voice, you opened your mouth to say something but he beat you to it “Don’t try to deny it, Y/N. It’s true. I should’ve prepared you more for what was coming instead of throwing you into the lion's den without a single warning. I knew from the moment I saw your face in the crowd back at the airport that I had failed you, not the other way around. But you stayed, you pulled through and told me that it was okay when it clearly wasn’t. Y/N, you are stronger than any of us and much more caring and loving… I’m so proud of you and that I get to call you to mine that sometimes I can’t even believe it”

He carefully wiped a tear from your cheek, his heart fluttering with joy at seeing you smile back at him “I love you. And if you say that you are not ready for this, then I will book you a flight tonight. I don’t want to see you in pain, my love, even if you try to hide it. I couldn’t stand the thought of being the one who breaks you” He took a moment, thinking over his words “But if you decide to stay. I promise you I will make every single minute of it worth it. I’ll protect you better. I’ll do my best to take care of you the same way you take care of me. You’re my angel, Y/N. And I need you close”

Tears were falling down your eyes again as you pulled him closer into a hug. Luke quickly swung your legs over his lap and held you as tight as he could, almost fearing that you would slip off his embrace if he ever let you go.

You could hear him mumbling something as he rocked the two of you back and forwards again, this time to comfort you both. You pulled your head slightly from his chest so you could hear him better, he was singing the words from “Still”, your favorite Niall Horan’s song.

”Oh, we'll be alright

Oh, it'll be alright”

You always loved when he sang to you, always bringing you the sense of peace you so much needed.

But as you cuddled closer you noticed that not only was he singing, but you could also hear the guitar, the melody, the crowd…

Luke noticed your confusion and chuckled “I asked the opener to cover this song for us; for you. Wanted to surprise you on your first day”

You swore your smile couldn’t get bigger if you tried. Your eyes filled with tears as you chuckled “Well,” You said, sniffing as you knocked your forehead to his “I can’t wait to see what other surprises you got for the rest of the tour”

Luke’s eyes sparkled with the happiness of a little boy on Christmas day “You’re staying?”

You nodded “As long as you want me to”

“Forever, then” He smiled before connecting your lips with his once again. Letting go of all your worries, for all you could feel was love.

The concert was going great. You were convinced this was their best show up to date, but you were saying that since the tour began two months ago.

Luke stayed true to his promise of making everyday worth it. Although you knew that every day that you woke up next to him, whether it was in a bunk or a plane or a hotel bed, that it was worth more than enough. You were home, wherever you went, as long as you had him.

You smiled, laughed, and danced along with the songs on your side of the stage, looking proudly at your boyfriend who lived to do what he loved. But your favorite moment of the night was this; seconds before he started their next song, he would look for your eyes backstage and once he’s found you, he would smile at you and say.

“This is ‘Lover of mine’, everyone. Sing with your heart”

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cyberball · 4 years ago

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UNO!

leo x reader | no pronouns | requested

warnings: none? idk leo's nose bursts into fire, lots of mutual pining, lots of cheese and fluff. also anon I'm so so so so so SO sorry if this isn't what you wanted,, i love getting carried away but uhm, yeah! so insanely sorry

summary: reader and leo are best friends. they're playing Uno! one day when one thing leads to another and they end up kissing omg

genre: fluff i think, best friends to lovers

21:01 | 669 words (Aha lol)

“What would you do if we were like.. an item?” Leo blurted out. I narrowed my eyes as he put down a Blue 4 card.

“We’re not objects, Leo.” I snickered and put down a Plus 4 card. Leo didn’t look too happy about that. He actually looked defeated, which I laughed about.

“You’re evil. Evil, Y/N!” he grumbled. I laughed some more, of course.

He scoffed and took his four cards from the deck. “I straight-up hate you,” he commented again when I pointed out that he took only three cards.

“Sure, you do,” I sang. That made him laugh, which in turn made my heart melt.

Too cheesy.

Soon, Leo had about 5 cards left. I put down my third-to-last card, which was a plus-four. Leo said exactly what I was thinking, “You love to torture me, don’t you?” I only nodded to that.

“Well, this means the game is over,” I said, smiling. “What? No! I have a-” He didn’t have anything. Of course. I would know, I peeked at his cards earlier.

Whoops.

I looked at him with a raised eyebrow. It was supposed to be intimidating, but I accidentally fell more in love with the boy.

I sighed, laying my head on his chest. He shut up after that.

I could hear his heartbeat: it was faint, almost miles away, but still so close to me; it wasn’t invading my thoughts but being so close to him put me at ease.

I looked up at him. His face was calm, maybe the type of calm before a storm.

I sat up and stared at him for a few more moments, and kissed him on the cheek.

A familiar rose-colored blanket spread across his face. My lips unconsciously twisted into a smile. “I always kiss you on the cheek, why are you blushing now?” I teased. The rose color turned into a deeper shade of red. I smiled harder.

“What? Me? Blushing? Y/N, you must be out of your mind. I don’t blush. I,” He ran a hand through his hair. It was adorable how he was stressing out about this.

“It’s the weather! My face is red because it’s so hot,” He finished. I laughed, “Leo, it’s the middle of October. Are you okay? Do we need to get to the infirmary?” I asked, tracing the outline of his hand. He always seemed to be happy when I did that. I think this time he was too happy; his nose burst into flames.

“Easy,” . He smiled, and my heart melted. It’s a continuous cycle, really.

After the flames calmed down, we sat in each other’s embrace. By now, I would’ve told him that I liked him. But I couldn’t bring myself to reveal that. He was my best friend, and although I never hid anything from him, I couldn’t risk all that we’ve been through, all the moments we shared, the trust we built, the comfort I know we both found in each other.

A few fleeting moments passed. I linked my right hand’s pinky to his left pinky. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him move forward, to just sit back again; he hesitated to speak too.

“Y/N?” he asked in the calmest voice I’ve ever heard from him. Cue fluttery-dreamy feeling which makes me feel like I'm in heaven.

I turned my head towards him. And I could go on forever about how happy he made me feel, but he made my brain and all parts of me malfunction by leaning in and kissing me.

I could barely feel his lips because he pulled away as soon as he came in contact with me, but the small taste I got was enough to turn the butterflies in my stomach to violent rats.

“Sorry, sorry, sorry!” Leo squealed. My lips stuck out in a pout. “Why would you apologize?”

I didn’t give him enough time to answer. I pulled him by the collar and finally got to kiss back.

i know i used a non-Uno cards gif but shhh

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nym-ic · 4 years ago

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i’m just happy that some of the things i said were actually correct! now! onto more theorization of ranboo’s new allegiance and just general discussion because i still have to watch tubbo’s vod

/dsmp /roleplay

so.

ranboo’s with techno and philza now.

not gonna lie, this is the outcome i wanted the most, despite how much i loved ranboo and tubbo’s friendship in rp.

to start us off, ranboo seems a lot happier already, and i’m going to attribute this to the lack of control dream has over these specific two members of the smp. like, let’s be real, there’s no fucking way phil or techno would ever bow to dream. the closest they’ll ever get is a partnership based on mutual agreement, which is what happened today!

now, what happened with ranboo?

why is he so panicked and confused, why is he so scared and fearful of what will happen to him, why does he not understand what he’s done, or could have done?

ranboo was manipulated and hurt, plain and simple, but he wasn’t manipulated by anyone in specific.

he was manipulated by himself.

when the voice of dream said he wasn’t real, that was true. dream i believe is essentially the embodiment of everything ranboo believes is bad, so it manifested in that voice, manifested in his anxiety and fear, manifested in his mind and hurt him because to him? he was bad. there was no explanation for what happened with the community house except for that he was the one who did it. he couldn’t trust himself, he couldn’t trust his memories, so he must’ve done it.

his new allegiance with techno and philza (we all know it’s primarily with phil) i think will be good for him. watching the interactions that ranboo had with the people of l’manburg honestly disappointed me.

tubbo treated him as a friend, but constantly made fun of him and generally ignored his input when others decided to speak

tommy (with techno, but techno pulled tommy back a bit so idk if his involvement is nearly as bad) stressed ranboo out, and interrogated both ranboo and fundy for information without caring for their mental states

quackity wanted ranboo dead ever since he found out about the book, but just in general their interactions seemed very stiff and fake in the beginning. it also doesn’t help that quackity has been different ever since schlatt had died

the side argument that ranboo brings up is true, but it’s also not. sides exist no matter what, because the people are those sides. there will always be sides because there will always be differing opinions. and no matter what, some people with those differing opinions will clash. sides cause a lot of hurt, but there’s nothing else to do but choose.

like fake voice dream said, by not choosing a side, ranboo unintentionally did. the side of neutrality, and the side that abandoned his friends.

ranboo taking this step to choose what he wants rather than what he thought needed to happen is such an important moment. choosing philza is probably ranboo’s best bet right now because he’s going to treat him the kindest out of everyone in ranboo’s options.

tubbo doesn’t trust him

tommy doesn’t trust him

fundy wants him to join his side

quackity wants him to use the sides, and in turn, use him

we don’t know phil’s motivations, but we do know that out of the pure goodness of his heart, he saved ranboo from lava and a canon (maybe) death.

ranboo’s best shot and choice right now is phil because phil pulled him out of that shit state of mind, pulled him away from his panic and fear and offered him a place to go, something that while others offered, also wished for him to fight and use him. phil, at this point in time, doesn’t want to force ranboo to do anything, and that’s the difference between ranboo picking phil, and ranboo picking either fundy or quackity.

ranboo doesn’t have anyone else.

phil is the light at the end of the tunnel, and ranboo choosing to follow it is his first step to the peace he’s been longing for since the beginning.

he’s not being forced to do things, not being dragged into situations that he had no part in, not being hurt and abused by the ideologies that are supposed to be good for him.

with phil?

ranboo can be free

#LIKE #POOR RANBOO #STOP DRAGGING HIM INTO VIOLENT SITUATIONS #GIVE THE POOR CHILD A BREAK #HE JUST WANTS PEACE #dreamwastaken #mcyt #dream smp #minecraft #tommyinnit #dream #ranboo #philza #technoblade #fundy #quackity #sub to techno plz #tubbo

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mingishoe · 4 years ago

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Jerk | Ateez OT8

Summary: After a long couple of weeks that consisted of nothing but photoshoots and filming, San came up with an idea to help the members loosen up a bit.

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Azeez/OT8,,, Yunho is still a major sub and subby Wooyoung and Jongho

Word Count: 3.1k

Smut Warning: Jerk circle, high-key a little more than a jerk circle, yeah… definitely way past a jerk circle, obviously MXM, MXM touching, masturbating, mutual masturbation, voyeurism, dirty talk, orgy? Idk they’re not really fucking??? Dick sucking, mouth fucking, kinda ass eating? and Yunho and Wooyoung are pretty cum sluts

@jonghoshoe @cloudyyeonnie @barnesbabee and I forgot the other person who told me to @ them but 😳

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All the members had been super stressed and tired after a long week of photoshoots and filming, so San had offered to set up a movie night for the members. Unfortunately, Yeosang, Hongjoong, Jongho, and Mingi had made a dinner reservation which left the rest of the members with San.

Regardless, San was happy to pick a nice movie and some snacks to eat. San thought it would be funny to pick a raunchy movie and watch it together. Maybe make one of them a little bit flustered… Flustered was the word he wanted. Horny MiGhT nOt have been the word he was exactly looking for but he’d take what he got.

The four of them were lying across the floor, San lying on Seonghwa’s lap, and Wooyoung and Yunho were underneath a blanket. They were mindlessly eating popcorn while they were half-watching the movie that San had picked out until suddenly everyone’s head snapped up as the room filled with moans.

Originally everyone had thought it had been one of them but then they heard loud female moaning and it obviously couldn’t be them. Their eyes were glued to the TV screen like the horny boys they are, “San?! What kind of movie is this?!?” Seonghwa shifted underneath San.

San laughed and turned to face Seonghwa while still on his lap, “Dunno, I just picked something random.”

Their attention is back on the screen, minus San who keeps his eyes trained on Seonghwa’s face and the subtlest amount of pressure on his crotch.

The camera panned down to show two people in the middle of some pretty intense sex. There was a gasp from one of the boys as it suddenly showed boobs bouncing, “Are you sure this isn’t porn?!” Seonghwa pushed San off of his lap as he adjusted his pants.

“What do you mean Hyung? Is it getting you a little bit… excited?” San’s eyes flicked from his eyes to the obvious boner in his sweats.

Wooyoung snorts and starts to laugh loudly and Yunho elbows him, “Wooyoung don’t act- you have one too.”

There’s a pause. A long pause as the four of them is staring at each other. San has a mischievous glint in his eyes and he exchanges glances with Wooyoung and Seonghwa. Yunho takes the hint and his cheeks immediately get red, “San- Don’t even think about it-”

“Aw come on! Why not? It’ll be fun!” San raised his eyebrows suggestively at Yunho.

Yunho knew he was right… he honestly wanted to but he just needed to make sure San was being serious and not just joking like how he normally is.

“Right Hwa? It’ll be fun, huh?” As San spoke, he kinda pulled on the waistband of his sweats revealing his V line.

Wooyoung and Seonghwa spoke up at the same time, “It’ll be fun.”

Their attention turned to Yunho whose face was still bright red. His fingers were fiddling with his sweats before San spoke back up, “It’s okay Pup. Need some help?”

San takes Yunho’s hand and leads him until he’s in front of the three boys. They each have their hands somewhere on Yunho: San was busy taking his shirt off, Seonghwa was pulling his sweats off, and Wooyoung let his hands trail down Yunho’s stomach down to his leaking red cock.

Yunho was already shaking from the several pairs of hands on him, until suddenly everyone took their hands off of him, “Lay down babe.” Wooyoung’s hands slowly push Yunho down on his back.

The remaining boys circle Yunho as he looks up at them with wide eyes as they all rush to undress.

San moves to straddle Yunho’s lap and takes both his cock and Yunho’s in his hands. He has both hands wrapped around both cocks and he slowly starts to thrust his cock in his hand and against Yunho’s.

Yunho’s hands immediately reach up to grip San’s wrists, “Ah- Wait! Fuck-”

“It’s alright Pup. You can cum as many times as you want. And you’re gonna be our pretty little cum dump.” Yunho’s blush spread to his neck and chest from being called a cum dump but he’d gladly take everything his members gave him. He wants to be their stress reliever.

Yunho nods and lets himself relax as San continues his soft thrusting. Seonghwa takes Yunho’s hand off of San and replaces it with his cock, Wooyoung doing the same.

Yunho feels an overwhelming feeling of pleasure and satisfaction as everyone is using him for their own pleasure. His eyebrows are furrowed and his lip in between his teeth as his eyes switch between the three different cocks, “Moan for us, pretty boy. Let us hear those pretty noises of yours.”

Yunho’s eyes are trained on Seonghwa and his cock until San begins to jerk him just right. Loud whines and groans flow from Yunho’s mouth as he tries to angle his hips away from San’s touch as Yunho’s cock throbs at San’s touch, “S-San! Sansansan! His grip on Wooyoung and Seonghwa’s cocks tighten as he’s on the verge of cumming.

“Go ahead. Make a mess.” The room is filled with moans from the four boys as they’re all pathetically close to cumming after such a short period of time.

Neither of the boys can remember the last time they touched themselves, or each other, with how busy they’ve been and it was all crashing down on them at once.

The first to cum was Yunho. Yunho was always so sensitive and everyone knew exactly how to touch him, so he hardly ever lasted more than 4 or 5 minutes without being edged but Yunho’s lucky he loves being overstimulated because it happens pretty much every time.

Yunho’s hips were grinding into San’s hand alongside his cock as his cum squirts all over his stomach and chest.

Yunho’s soft begs of their names and the movements of his slick, cum covered hands made Wooyoung and Seonghwa cum almost simultaneously all over Yunho.

The two boys sat back for a minute to catch their breath and watched as San continued to rut against Yunho’s cock, “Please Sannie! G-Give it to me! Give me your c- Hnng-” Yunho’s cock started throbbing harshly as he was on the verge of cumming twice in a row, “Cum. C-Cum on me. Please! H-Hurry before I-I cum again!”

San laughed softly as he glanced to Wooyoung who already looked worn out, “It’s alright Pup. We’ll all give you so much more.”

San’s cock made lewd squelching noises as his cum was mixing with Yunho’s. It wasn’t until San looked down at Yunho’s cock and stomach was he about to cum.

San was typically the one who had the most stamina out of the boys, but everyone knew that he had a weak spot for Yunho.

San’s eyes were glued to Yunho’s cock that was still fully hard and red from the overstimulation. His eyes trailed up slightly and loud moans spilled from his lips as he was looking at Yunho’s cum stained abs contract from his incoming orgasm, “G-Gonna give it to you P-Pup.”

With a shaky voice, San let out a couple of drawn-out whines as he gripped onto his cock tightly as he watched Yunho’s facial expressions closely until he came on Yunho.

The cum of the four boys was mixed on Yunho and they all looked down at him with flushed cheeks and heavy breaths.

San removed himself from Yunho’s lap and grabbed onto Wooyoung’s hand to pull him onto Yunho, “Go on Woo.”

Wooyoung lets out a whine as he bends down to take Yunho’s cock in his mouth. Wooyoung eagerly sucks on Yunho’s cock that’s most definitely too big for him, and groans as he tastes Yunho’s and San’s mixed cum.

Yunho whines loudly as Wooyoung sucks on him like it’s what he’s made for, “W-Wooyoung! Ah- fuck! G-Gonna cum!”

Just as Yunho was about to cum, the front door swung open and Wooyoung pulled away from Yunho quickly. Yunho let out a pathetic sob as he started to grind his hips into the air trying to chase Wooyoung’s mouth.

Yunho didn’t even notice the door open or the rest of the members stopping in their tracks as they saw the naked boys in the middle of the room.

It was only until Mingi let out a loud laugh, that he finally looked in their direction, “Need some help there?”

Mingi didn’t hesitate to drop his things at the door to make his way towards his poor friend who had the most desperate look on his face.

As Mingi made his way to Yunho he simultaneously removed himself of his clothing, leaving a trail of clothes, “M-Mingi! Please!”

At this point, Yunho didn’t care who touched him. He was just so desperate to cum. His eyes were practically begging for Mingi to do absolutely anything to him. Since Mingi was significantly bigger than Wooyoung, he was easily able to take most of Yunho down his throat. Yunho immediately gripped Mingi’s hair and his hips thrust into Mingi’s throat with loud moans.

Yunho suddenly forgot about the rest of the boys who had only previously just walked in, and was only focused on Mingi’s mouth.

Jongho had absolutely no words as San looked at him with a lopsided smile that was very innocent compared to the sight in front of them.

Jongho felt himself become flushed and hot as he practically ran to his room. San laughed softly because he knew that Jongho would get over his pride and join the rest of them in 10 minutes max.

Hongjoong and Yeosang were stood in the same spot as they glanced at each other before Yeosang spoke up in a condescending tone, “Are y’all really that desperate?” But in the same breath says, “One of y’all move over.”

Everyone’s attention is drawn back to Yunho as he lets out a choked sob as Mingi sucks him off just like he loves so much, “G-Gonna cum again! Please Mingi! It- ah!”

Yunho’s whines and begs got cut off as his second orgasm ripped through his entire body. His back arched beautifully and his hips were squirming as Mingi continued to take everything Yunho was giving him.

Mingi’s deep groans were vibrating Yunho’s over-sensitive cock and Mingi finally pulled away with a loud pop.

In Jongho's room, he can hear the loud whines and desperate moans coming from Yunho, his leaking cock begging to be touched. His hips ground themselves into his mattress to get some kind of pleasure without actually touching himself because, in all honesty, he was too embarrassed to do so.

“J-Jongho!” Jongho let out a soft whine as he heard his name being called by Yunho.

“Jongho, sweetheart… there’s no need to do it all by yourself.” Jongho looked at the doorway and saw Seonghwa standing there, completely naked and cock hard, as he referred to the way he was rutting himself onto the mattress, “Come let us help you… Yunho will be more than happy, you know.”

Seonghwa holds his hand out for Jongho to take, and finally, Jongho sucks it up and gets up. He lets Seonghwa take him to where the rest of the members were and everyone’s attention was on him.

Yunho sits up and Jongho's eyes are glued to his cum stained figure and his cock twitches. Seonghwa lets his hands run over Jongho to help him relax a little bit before he starts to undress him.

Jongho makes his way to Yunho to sit on his lap. Yunho wraps his arms around him, smearing cum on the younger boy.

Jongho shoves his head in Yunho’s neck as he starts to grind himself on Yunho’s cock. San looks at Yunho in amazement. He can’t believe that Yunho is still as hard as before, his erection never going down.

He turns his attention to Yeosang who is stroking his cock as he’s watching the two boys in the center of the circle they’ve created, “Look at our pretty whores.”

Jongho let out a loud moan at San’s words. He turned to look at them and saw San’s hand making his way down Yeosang’s abs down to grip onto his cock.

Jongho's eyes were shifting to each member as he saw them each with either theirs or another, cock in their hand. Jongho’s body suddenly stiffened as he thrashed harshly as Yunho took hold of his ass and began thrusting along with Jongho.

Mingi who had previously just been with Yunho cocked his head at the sight in front of him. His cock was throbbing and deep moans spilled out his swollen lips as he harshly jerked himself off.

Wooyoung let out pathetic whimpers as his eyes were glued to Mingi who was next to him. His eyes were glossy and his eyes were begging for Mingi to touch him. Wooyoung took hold of Mingi’s hand and almost started crying with relief at the friction.

In turn, Mingi did the same. He grabbed Wooyoung’s hand and wrapped it around his leaking cock. Mingi thrust himself into Wooyoung’s hand and before he knew it, ropes of cum squirted onto Jongho’s ass.

Jongho felt the hot cum squirt on his ass and soon after he felt it once again, and turned to see Wooyoung with tears falling down his red cheeks, “Pleaseplease fuck! M-Mingi fuck! F-Feels so good!”

Jongho suddenly got overwhelmed. Yunho’s touch feels 10x stronger and he cums. Yunho lets out another sob and he can’t stop the tears that begin to spill from his eyes as he cums for the third time.

Jongho and Yunho’s cum mixes together and Jongho lets himself back onto his knees and Hongjoong makes his way in front of Jongho and pushes his head down so he could swiftly push his cock past his pretty lips.

Until now, Hongjoong had stayed mostly quiet, only softly jerking himself as he watched the rest of his members, but Hongjoong became restless.

Jongho gripped Hongjoong’s thigh as he began to thrust into his mouth. Jongho let out choked noises but further tilted his head to take more of Hongjoong’s cock.

From behind him, he felt something slide between his ass, and then he heard Yeosang’s voice, “S‘alright. Not gonna fuck you. At least not today…”

With that, Yeosang started thrusting himself between Jongho's ass in time with Hongjoongs.

Jongho's choked moans and groans were vibrating against Hongjoong’s cock. Jongho had his eyes glued on both Hongjoong and Yeosang who were above them, and he let out a loud sob when Yeosang pulled Hongjoong in for a long kiss.

Jongho watched with droopy eyes as Hongjoong shoved his tongue into Yeosang’s throat. As their make out got more intense, so did both of their thrusts. Jongho's eyes were watering and he was gagging as Hongjoong’s cock continuously slammed against the back of his throat.

An accidental swallow around Hongjoong’s cock was the final trigger and his cum shot down Jongho's throat. As he came down from his high he pulled away from Yeosang and slowly pulled out of Jongho's mouth, with a string of saliva connecting the two.

Yeosang turns around when he hears a chorus of groans and sees Wooyoung attaching his lips to Yunho.

Yeosang is watching with a flushed expression as Wooyoung is licking and sucking all the cum off of Yunho’s cock, thighs, stomach, and chest.

Wooyoung let’s out content hums as he makes his way up Yunho’s body, making sure not to miss a drop of cum on the way,

“Such a cum slut.” San laughs condescendingly at Wooyoung, “then, when Yeosang is finished, why don’t you go and help clean Jongho up?”

Wooyoung eagerly nodded and turned his attention to Yeosang, “H-Hyung, please! Cum. Please cum! I-I’ll be a good boy and clean it all up for you!”

Yeosang lets out a shaky laugh, “Y-Yeah? You’ll clean up Jongho like a good boy? Like a good little cum slut?”

“Yeah- y-yours. Your cum slut.” Yeosang let out a deep groan at Wooyoung’s words and he finally let himself cum. He smirked slightly in between his deep moans and grunts as he made sure to cover Jongho‘s ass, and even slightly lower to his balls, with cum.

As soon as Wooyoung could tell Yeosang was done, he pushed him to the side and immediately made contact with his ass.

At first Jongho was fine. It was only on his cheeks that Wooyoung had been so eagerly licking the cum off, but then he pulled away and before he knew it, he took the entirety of Jongho‘s cock in his mouth, taking the last bit of cum off of it.

Jongho squeezed his eyes shut and his entire body spasmed as Wooyoung spread Jongho open and licked and sucked around his rim, “Woo! Ah- fuck!” And without any warning, Jongho came for the second time.

Wooyoung’s eyes widened and he somehow managed to place Jongho‘s cock in his mouth to catch the rest of his cum.

Jongho was completely exhausted. He was leaning most of his weight on Wooyoung who held onto him tightly.

Yunho was spaced out with heavy breaths as Mingi carefully played with his hair.

Seonghwa and Hongjoong had gotten up to get washcloths and bottles of water to help clean the rest of the members up.

Seonghwa passed a washcloth to a couple different members so they could help each other. Mingi gently ran the washcloth over Yunho’s face to wipe his rosey tear stained cheeks then over his stomach and thighs to clean him up as much as possible.

Wooyoung was ever so gently cleaning Jongho because of how worn out and sensitive he was, and San and Yeosang were both lying across the sofas with a dreamlike gaze on their face.

“Thank you San. It was fun…” Yunho mumbled as him and Mingi walked off to his room to take probably the best sleep he’d get in weeks.

“Maybe next time we’ll have even more fun… what do you say, Jongho?” Wooyoung ran his fingers through his hair as Jongho laughed softly as he nodded.

San was already most definitely thinking about the next time something like this could happen… he was just dying to absolutely ruin one of his pretty friends.

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multiplefandomsblog · 4 years ago

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request; Shuichi and his fem!s/o take each other virginity?

pairing(s); shuichi x AFAB! reader

warnings; post-game saihara, saihara has some PTSD from the killing game but it is not heavily mentioned, cussing AFAB! reader, soft dom! Shuichi, vanilla-ish, intense kissing, mention of marriage, hurt/comfort-ish?, angst-ish?, petty arguments, sexual frustration, they both losing their v-card, shuichi picks you up, shuichi reads porn mags but not elaborated here, established relationship, they've been dating 6 months btw, they're living together, cyring, begging, accidental overstimulation, self-indulgent, irresponsible and unprotected sex(always wrap it before you tap it you fucking idiots), unedited but used spellcheck. OKAY I KNOW 6 MONTHS IS REALLY SHORT AND I HAD A DIFFERENT IDEA IN MIND BUT I JUST DBHSBJHSBD IM SORRY THIS IS JUST SUPER MESSY

note; i rushed the end and this is kind of garbage(god please don't read this), but here's a few songs that i listened to while writing this;

505 - Arctic Monkeys & Cute Panties Soaked In Arizona Iced Tea - Sewer//Slvt & a bunch others idk

wc; 5.8k+

You both dabbled in the idea of having sex, having shared mutual trust and desire for each other within the early stages of your love-filled relationship.

Even so, the obvious statements were left unsaid, and the obvious desire you both have for each other’s bodies had been left alone, never to be picked up again.

Now don’t underestimate yourself, there would be some not-so-rare make-out sessions when you both got into the mood and made sure to give each other ‘the look’, but they’d always end in Shuichi stiffening up and asking if you’d like to stop.

And like an idiot, you had always said the same goddamn thing, the opposite of what you wanted to say. “Sure, y- yeah.” Always praying he wouldn’t hear the disappointment in your voice. You didn’t want him to be upset that you wanted to continue, because wouldn’t that just be selfish of you?

Your prayers always seemed to be answered anyway, though mostly carried by Shuichi’s helplessly obvious nature; he ate it all up.

But maybe you should’ve been praying for the opposite because otherwise, you wouldn’t be here right now.

Maybe it was the stress from the fact that Shuichi’s boss yelled at him today, maybe it was from the fact that he had one of his colleagues accidentally file one of the most important cases, improperly, maybe it was because you both hadn’t fucked in 6 months.

Well, whatever it was, it had Shuichi fuming.

“This? Again?” Shuichi sighed in an attempt to calm himself, his face lacking the patience it usually held.

“What do you mean ‘again’!? I’ve told you this, tons of times before!” To be fair, you had no idea why you had been so angry either, but before you could even think or hold yourself back, random arguments you truly never cared about had been brought up.

What the hell were you two even fighting about?

Despite your mind screaming at you to stop, your mouth continued to act first. “God, why don’t you ever listen to me? You know, sometimes it seriously just feels like I’m talking to a brick wall when I talk to you.” That wasn’t true.

“Is that right?” He didn’t know what came over him. “Well, if we’re talking about our talking habits, I think you sometimes talk too much; it’s hard to keep track of what you’re saying sometimes, and it just- it brings me a headache…!” That wasn’t true either; he was a detective, he listened to every single detail you spoke out from those beautiful lips. Shuichi would listen as intently as he would during an investigation as he gathered information from perps.

But you didn’t know that. You had been too busy reeling from his previous statement to remember all the nice moments you had before this. His words felt like acid on your palpitating heart. Did you talk that much?

You gulped, lip trembling without your consent. “Y- yeah?”

No, I didn’t mean any of it. Please don’t look at me like that. “... Yeah.” Shuichi averted his eyes as he lied for no good reason.

You nodded in feigned indifference, chewing the inside of your cheek as you attempted to walk past him and outside the kitchen — to which he immediately stopped you, an urgency laced within his actions. Sudden anxiety wracked his body, and images of the previous executions flashed in his mind.

You couldn’t go.

With his eyes wide in a slight panic, they narrowed back to their normal width as he took a deep breath, pulling you towards him and suddenly pushing his lips on yours. “Shu-” he blanketed any open space for noise to escape through with his lips, kissing you with desperation you’ve never witnessed firsthand.

Despite your internal concern for him, your hands slipped up his shoulders to the back of his neck, pushing him closer to you than he already was on instinct.

Okay… This was okay. It was better than fighting, that was for sure.

You were confused by the sudden display of physician affection, but you could only get a little of you to care; you missed him. It had only been 5 minutes into the fight, yet you had been pulling him close like you hadn’t seen him in a year. Luckily for both you and him, he missed you too. He didn’t like fights. Especially not meaningless ones like these.

You both didn’t know how, nor when, but before you knew it, you had been sitting atop the kitchen counter, legs wrapped tightly around Shuichi’s waist as his hands gripped yours. A familiar, heavy feeling of arousal pooled up at your stomach, remaining there like an itch you knew only Shuichi could scratch. Shuichi was comfortably close for you to somewhat feel his phone poke at your thigh, but even so, not close enough. Clothes started to feel restricting, and you both shared the same need to just tear them off, but

—

“S/o,” he muffled on your lips, trying his best to try and pull away from your captivating lips on his, though it was incredibly hard with those velvety lips of yours.

“S/o!” The bad feeling in his stomach grew, and he suddenly realized it had been because he didn’t want such a special moment for the two of you, to be spoiled by a petty fight neither of you would remember in a few days. He didn’t want your shared story to be an argument that leads to sex. Call him a hopeless romantic but, that simply didn’t sit right with him.

Shuichi pulled away abruptly, apologizing under his breath as he avoided eye contact with a slightly puzzled you. “I…” He started nervously, gently nestling his forehead atop your beating heart in an attempt to self-soothe himself.

"I don’t want us to finally, um, do... This out of- of anger and- S/o, you have to know that I love you so much and that I-” That wasn’t what he meant to say, it didn’t come out right, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t think of what he had originally planned to say. His mind was jumbled, words weren’t good enough for him anymore. Shuichi began to prick small unwanted tears at the corner of his eyes as he rambled with sincere intention.

“I don’t want to look back at this day and- Or what if you regr-”

You shook your head frantically before he could finish his sentence, gentle fingertips tapping the underside of his head as you urged him to look into your eyes. You sighed fondly as you swam in those pools of liquid gold, a small, assuring smile contorting onto your face.

“It’s okay, I know, I know you didn’t mean it.” You took another breath as you continued, a deeper inhale. “And I know what you mean but, Shuichi I… No matter what, I could never regret a single thing with you,” His hands tightened around you.

“And frankly, it doesn’t matter how we ended up… Doing this with each other.” It was kind of funny how you both couldn't say the word 'sex'. A three-letter word that may have seemed terrifying to the two of you back then, started to gradually lose its intimidation factor.

“Because as long as you love me, and I love you, that’s all that will matter.” You lightly laughed at how sappy you sounded; wondering if you’d be this romantic when reciting your vows.

You two weren't even married.

But Shuichi would be lying through his teeth if he said he hadn't visualized you in a veil; and wow, did you look amazing.

Shuichi paused, gazing up at you with intense affection, and love for you. You could feel your cheeks heat up from how intently he gazed at you, you couldn't help but slightly shrink underneath his gaze.

Without missing another beat, Shuichi suddenly broke the gaze, and wrapped his arms underneath your bottom, picking you up with a concealed struggle. He'd have thought spending most of his time typing in that office, would give him some sort of arm strength.

Well, you'd find out later, wouldn't you?

Making his way to the bedroom carefully, Shuichi gently set you down on your back, trapping you in between his arms and locking his lips back onto yours soft and slowly, unlike his last pecks.

You could feel your heart rate speed up as he started to run his hand underneath the thin material of your top, and despite the rising anxiousness itching at you, the feeling of love and anticipation easily overpowered the feeling — though not completely.

For a split second, Shuichi pulled away to pull your shirt up and over your head, and the moment his loving, eager golden eyes found their way back to you, he swore he almost suffered a cardiac arrest on the spot.

With your hands resting beside your head, lips swollen and exposed chest heaving; he thought you looked like the most stunning human being that had ever graced this earth.

And he wasted no time showing you how he felt.

Quickly stripping himself of his shirt, you watched in slight amusement as he struggled to throw the material across his room, his eagerness becoming his enemy. He felt the mattress slightly dip and inflate, though he couldn't see anything as his vision was obstructed. Shuichi — despite having a feeling you had sat up and was probably going to help — didn't want to submit into his embarrassment just yet. He could take off his shirts, and he was going to prove it-

His eyes clenched shut in frustration, suddenly shot open as he felt a cool breeze hit his warm face, as well as the sound of quiet laughter.

"C- come on, don't laugh...!" Shuichi complained half-heartedly.

You grinned. "Sorry, sorry," You raised your hands in defence, taken by surprise as

Shuichi pinned the same hands back onto the bed, playfully pecking your face all over before moving down the valley of your neck and collarbone.

You did your absolute best to not laugh as Shuichi had told you to, but you couldn't prevent the huge, goofy smile that broke out on your face. The euphoria of having someone you truly love and trust, showering you with affection, combined with the ticklish feeling of his slightly chapped lips on your neck, had caused you to giggle.

"Is it- Is it really that funny?" Shuichi grumbled, kisses turning into gentle bites as he wanted to get you to make noises that weren't giggles; not that he didn't adore the sound.

Just not in this situation, nor position.

"It's not, I-" You snorted, "I promise! I just, I feel really, really happy right now." You admitted in between laughter.

You felt Shuichi pause against your neck, and your laughter died down as you wondered if you did something wrong.

"Shuichi-?" You squeaked as you felt his warm breath and kisses travel quickly towards your stomach, right above where you wanted it most. You could feel your face heat up, as well as your core, from the mere puff of air.

Your excitement slowly turned to dread as you felt his hands slowly slide down to the waistband of your pants, and without realizing it, you stiffened up. You felt slightly guilty of your reaction; you wanted this, right? You were so excited a moment ago, where did it go? The logical part of you didn't seem to want to chime in and say, 'It's a natural reaction!'

So you settled for chewing your lip in an attempt to distract yourself from the heart-wrenching guilt.

The action hadn't gone unnoticed by Shuichi; he knew that habit all too well. It was a nervous habit, quite often in many people, but it always seemed to drive Shuichi crazy when you did it. He never noticed when others did, as he was constantly too busy staring straight at you like a boy with a hopeless crush.

But look at him now.

Shuichi from 6 months ago probably wouldn't believe the Post-Shuichi, that he had got the chance to be your boyfriend, let alone share such an intimate moment with someone as special as you.

"Hey, look at me," He grinned gently as he caught your attention.

"It's... It's just me here. You don't have to worry, or be nervous because I'm right here, and I... I'll love you no matter what." It was hypocritical to say, as his hands had practically been quivering beyond his control, but he spoke the sincere truth for you.

He watched in slight anxiousness as you stayed in silent, stunned shock. Shuichi started wondering if he should've said something else-

"O- Okay, yeah, you can- You can, um." You didn't mean to sound so awkward, but you hoped the slight eagerness laced in your voice made the message clear enough for him.

Shuichi slipped his thumbs underneath the waistband of your pants, golden eyes focused entirely on your face as to detect any discomfort.

Seeing none, he slipped the rest of it off, growing excited yet also nervous as he saw you for the first time. "You're soaked..." He uttered underneath his breath in stunned awe, unwillingly causing you to jerk your legs shut.

And who's fault is that!? You wanted to say that, but in the condition and position you were in right now, it didn't seem very possible nor ideal.

You let out a small whimper as you felt Shuichi gently encourage your legs back open, a small pout on his face as you hadn't given him enough time to savour the visual.

No words were said, and no words were needed as Shuichi communicated his wanton need for your pussy with nothing but his eyes. Captivated and persuaded by his puppy-dog eyes, you hesitantly opened your legs back up, silently gasping as you felt the cold air hit your glossy folds yet again.

Your momentary shock faltered into embarrassed confusion as you caught Shuichi staring at it with a thoughtful gaze. It was strange; you felt like an animal at the zoo up for display to just... Stare at.

But perhaps the most embarrassing thing about the whole thing was the stars in his eyes as he watched you twitch and shudder. “Sh- Shuichi.” You tried to snap him out of his gaze, face growing hotter and hotter as time passed by with him continuing to stare at your impatient pussy.

“I’m just going to… Put one in.”

If there was anything Shuichi had learned from the numerous articles on how to please your partner during sex, is to always prep them.

“Wait, huh-?"

His finger sunk in easily, prodding finger slipping into a pillowy bundle of nerves; it was like heaven on earth for Shuichi, and he wanted to make sure it felt the same for you.

"Hah- Nnnn!”

Your loud moan snapped him out of his trance, and unfortunately, he had reacted a moment too late as his finger had already been knuckle deep.

Experiencing a mini panic attack, guilt overwhelmed his body, and he moved to pull out, only to be caught by surprise as you caught his wrist right before he could.

"N- No...! It's- It's okay, mmngh- Just- just feels good, is all." You were glad you hadn't lost the complete ability to speak yet; because that'd surely be humiliating, wouldn't it?

Shuichi tensed his hand unintentionally, causing you to jolt slightly as you could feel every single movement. Shuichi's eyes widened in realization and guilt at your sudden reaction.

"A-Ah, sorry! I didn't mean to-" He cut himself off, head tilting as you moaned a little too loud for your taste — but not loud enough for his.

Shuichi shifted himself, so his face was hovering over your blissed-out one, slight confusion taking over your features as he seemed to be watching you carefully, almost as if he was expecting something —

With a sharp inhale, you felt your hole swallow in another finger, the pleasure now doubled up. If this is what fingering felt like... Then you'd have to assume the main course felt 5x as good as this, right?

Your hands shot up to his shoulders to dig your nails into, the pleasure finally becoming too much as he started experimentally moving in and out slowly.

Shuichi would've asked, 'Is this okay?' but judging by your moans and pleas for more, he concludes he has his answer.

Running his thumb down your folds, Shuichi decided he would explore your pussy as he continued his slow thrusts in your clenching hole — and what better way to do that than to accidentally brush his fingers against your clit?

You nearly sobbed, climax rising alarmingly close, before dropping as Shuichi continued with his exploration.

"Shuichi! T- There! Right there! Please!" You repeated like a mad man, nearly jolting up if it wasn't for Shuichi's body that loomed over you.

With a confused, but obedient nod of his head, Shuichi tested the waters yet again, eyebrows furrowing as he pressed around in random spots. "Ah!" His eyes widened in slight achievement as he watched you start to violently spazz out the moment he pressed onto a button-like nerve.

"C- Coming, I'm- I'm comin- Ahnn!" Shuichi began roughly circling his thumb over the bundle of nerves, unknown of how sensitive the nerve was, and unknowingly forcing you into overstimulation.

"Sh- Ah- W- Wait!" You stammered, squirming away from his unrelenting hand, unsure as to why it had felt as strong as it felt. "Wait, please!" Shuichi suddenly pulled away from your clit, panic taking over his body yet again as he carefully picked you up and slipped you onto his lap.

"I- I'm sorry...! I didn't... Are you- Are you okay?" He stuttered, eyes wide with concern.

Had he gone too far? Was he missing something? Maybe there was a spot you didn't like?

You shook your head, doing little to assure the rising storm of worry you knew Shuichi would accumulate.

"I- I'm okay, it felt good. I think you just overstimulated me a bit but," You brought your arms around his neck, scooching your partially numb ass over his erection.

"... Not like I didn't like it." You grinned lopsidedly, leaning up to capture his lips into a passionate kiss, one filled to the brim with ever-lasting passion. He wasted no time to reciprocate, face slightly reddening as he groaned from the slightest pressure of your thigh pressing down against his erection.

"Sorry...-" Shuichi slipped in an apology, before quickly being sent back into the depths of your touch.

"Don't be-" You countered, letting one of your hands run down the crevices and nooks of his scrawny chest and stomach, down to trace his faint V-line.

"Mm-" An unplanned moan slipped out, and the blush on his cheeks worsened. He was sensitive, and that was to be expected for a first-timer. Though Shuichi refused to believe it was his sensitivity, but your soft touch.

Jolts of pleasure shot up his spine, and his pants only grew tighter, to the point where his brain was screaming at him to take them off.

Lucky for him, you complied without another thought.

You broke the kiss, resting your forehead against his chest as you hunched over to unbuckle his pants. The breathy and beautiful sounds of Shuichi panting like a dog-in-heat above you only made your fingers work faster. The sound of his zipper being pulled down hit his ears, and his eyes clenched tight shut as he felt a curious hand fiddle with his boxers.

"Can I...?"

He nodded frantically, an adorable eagerness overtaking control of his actions.

As you slipped your hand into the binds of his grey-scale boxers, you weren't sure what you were going to see, or how he would feel once you got your hands on his stiff length.

Shuichi wasn't sure what he was expecting either, but expectations didn't matter when you were with each other, right?

"H- Hnnnn...!"

Well, even so, he sure as hell wasn't expecting his strained whine he let out the moment your hand coiled around the base of his cock. With his whine unintentionally egging you on, you decided to pull it out all the way, curious to see him.

God, if you were to laugh now, he'd probably die.

The truth was, you weren’t sure if you could physically laugh, nor breathe…. Or even speak for that matter. He rendered you speechless, and as he tried to read your expression, he found himself praying the silence was a good thing. Though before the thick, lust-filled air could suffocate you both, you decided to voice your thoughts.

“W- Will that fit…?” Your face was probably as hot as a pizza pocket fresh out of the oven.

Now, you weren’t sure what a real dick looked like; you hadn’t seen one in real life before, so maybe it was average in dick sizes, but you couldn’t help but shudder from uncontrollable excitement combined with the fear of that thing tearing into you.

Shuichi noticed the look of fear on your face, and his instinct kicked in; nervosity and anxiety went as he focused on your needs instead, something he’d always done, to an almost unhealthy point.

You let yourself fall back onto the mattress yet again, your head that had been lost in its own thoughts, hitting the plush pillows as Shuichi softly guided you comfortably down. It seemed only now did you realize you were completely bare to Shuichi, head to toe, naked. What a convenient time.

Shuichi’s T-Shirt struggles couldn’t distract you now, and so there you sat, avoiding eye contact with the worried boy as you shrunk further into yourself. You were ready, you repeated to yourself. But perhaps your true fear had been, was he ready for you?

His voice broke the upsetting silence, and out came the words you didn’t want to hear. “If you’re having doubts, we don’t have to do this today, or ever, for that matter.” Shuichi was so close to you, you could practically hear the sound of his little heart beating unevenly. Your hand subconsciously lifted and set itself on his chest to try and feel the small hum and vibration of his heart, and for a second you almost forgot what he had asked.

“I… Shuichi, I want this but,” You weren’t sure how to explain, and a part of you wished he could just read your mind and tell you exactly what you wanted to hear. But relationships weren’t that easy.

“I… What if I dissatisfy you? Like, what if I’m too small, or too loose, or- or what if how I look impacts the experience; are you sure you want to have your very first time with someone like me? Like-” Shuichi cut you off with his lips, the desire for you to stop talking about things that would never happen, as well as the desire to kiss you, combining into this moment.

The man wore an expression of pure earnestness; the confidence he had almost scared you. “I love you so much, and none of that matters to me. I promise you, none of that will ever happen.” His voice was heartbreakingly sincere, to the point where you felt guilty for doubting him.

He, honest to god, understood how you felt completely. Shuichi was afraid he would cum too early, or if he wasn’t long enough, or girthy enough- He was terrified of ruining your first experience with him, he just didn’t want to look the emotion because he was afraid diffidence wasn’t sexy.

Maybe it was ridiculous, but to be fair, your assumption of yourself dissatisfying him was even more so.

Not trusting your own voice to speak, you simply averted your eyes and nodded, exhaling slowly as you tried to push your doubts away. Shuichi followed your gaze, using a gentle hand to tilt your head back to face him, wanting you to look at him as he finally puts it in.

“I’ll go… really slow, okay? Tell me if you want me to stop, okay baby?” You went beet red at the new pet name, but before you could counter his sneaky remark, your voice and breath were stolen from you as you felt something warm throb at your entrance. Was that his —

“Sh- Shit...!” You hissed, eyes clenching tightly shut to conceal the small tears prickling at the corners of your eyes. You were right, it was going to hurt.

Shuichi had only slipped in the tip of his cock, marvelling at how easily it sunk in at fault to your slick. He bit back several low moans that threatened to spill out of his mouth, God, you felt so warm inside. Perhaps it was a gross thought, but Shuichi hadn’t exactly been thinking anymore, eyes clouded and nearly crossed from the intense, foreign but pleasing feeling.

“H- How does It feel this good…?” He slipped quietly to himself, eyes lidded as he lost himself in your embrace.

Gulping harshly, he stilled his hips and tore his eyes away from your walls that hugged him so snugly, shifting his attention instead to your pained expression. With a hushed and strained voice, Shuichi voiced several shy but sincere praises and assurances.

His bony hands travelled up from your hips, to lace your hands, fingers shakily lacing your fingers together. Shuichi found himself sighing in relief as he could feel your stiffness slipping away, squeezing your hand as a reminder that he was proud of you for it.

“Do you want me to move?” Shuichi asked, worried eyes darting to your concealed ones.

You pursed your lips, hesitating to shake your head no. You knew they couldn’t stay like that forever — Well, Shuichi probably would’ve if you told him to, but you couldn’t do that to him. Then again, you were still trying to get used to the painful yet filling intrusion in between your legs.

You were on a mental crossroad, unsure of what to say in response to such a simple question. And great, now you left him too long without a reply; the poor guy was just laying there. You could hear your brain screaming at you to just say something! Just fucking say something-!

Shuichi noticed your slight discomforted expression, as well as feeling you tense underneath him. A light bulb went off in his head as he thought of a way to make it all better, and he opened his mouth to speak once again.

“Hey, it’s okay, it’s okay, just um… Just trust me, okay?” You felt him squeeze your hands again, to which you squeezed back, voice caught in your throat.

You trusted him, of course, you did. What if he didn't know how much you trusted him? You would put your entire life in his hands, you would jump off a cliff if he told you it was safe.

Your lifeline spoke up again, "Take a deep breath and then exhale at three. R- Ready?"

You nodded, taking the deepest breath you could.

"One," Shuichi whispered.

"Two," You felt your shoulders relaxing.

"Three." As soon as your entire body sunk into the sheets, relaxing completely, he sunk the rest of his length inside you, pushing harshly against your hands pinned on the bed for leverage. Shuichi had been holding his breath as to not moan too loud, despite the foreign feeling, it almost felt like it was meant to be like this. Would it be cheesy if he thought fucking you was his destiny?

You gasped sharply, eyes shooting open as your jaw dropped, silent screams escaping your mouth as your back arched into him.

"Ah- Ah!" Your strained moans grew louder as the stretch finally registered within you. A bead of sweat formed on your forehead as you squeezed his hands tightly, wanting to pull him closer.

Shuichi didn't say anything, biting down on his lip and nearly drawing blood as he bottomed out, his balls clapping gently on the tender skin of your ass.

You couldn't help but whine uncontrollably the feeling being too much. You could feel everything. The small curve of his perfect cock, the feeling of his tip pulsating into your walls and every goddamn accidental shift of his Shuichi’s hips.

With his hips pressed as close as they could be against yours, you had no choice but to wrap your legs around his waist, heels bumping against his tail bone as you did such.

Everything seemed to slow after a couple of seconds filled with breathy silence, your heart rate slowing down as well. The stretch remained, but the pain slowly melted away with every exhale you took, pleasure and need overtaking it instead. “Sh- Shuichi.” After hearing your voice so brittle, Shuichi lifted his head from your shoulder in urgency and concern. “Y- Yeah? D- Don’t worry, I won’t move until y-”

“N- No, you can- You can move, it- I want it.” You stammered over your words, suddenly shy as you pleaded for him. It was embarrassing to be begging for something so lewd, but you’d soon learn that embarrassment wasn’t valid when you were screaming your lungs out.

You’d wonder why you were both suddenly so timid with each other, treating each other like fragile glass that could break if you arose your voice too high.

Nodding uncertainly at your words, Shuichi gave your hands one last reassuring squeeze unsure if he had done that to assure you or him.

With a shaky inhale, Shuichi tested the waters by rolling his hips against yours gently. Worrying whether he was doing it right, as well as worrying if he hurt you. Though he’d be lying if the worry didn’t somewhat slip his mind the moment he felt that nearly irresistible wave of bliss wash over his body. Not wanting the feeling to stop, Shuichi decided he’d do it again, causing you to moan louder than the first time.

He couldn’t help but feel something strike his heart, and before he knew it, he was thrusting harder, more, aiming in different directions to get you to moan louder.

“Hah!” It was a foreign feeling, but that didn’t necessarily mean it was a bad thing. You could feel your heart pulsating, a thin layer of sweat cultivating on your skin and his, and most of all you could feel Shuichi moving inside you. Every inch of him rubbed against your walls, and all of it just felt so fucking addicting.

“S/o!” His call for your name had lost itself in the sea of your moans as well as his own.

You could only reply in rickety moans, body bouncing as each thrust he granted upon you pushed your head closer to the headboard; the only thing keeping you as close as you were to Shuichi, being your connected hands.

“Sh- Shuichi, fuck!” You couldn’t even remember your name anymore, the name of your lover rolling off your tongue a couple of hundred times as your eyes rolled into the back of your skull, his hard pace driving you to insanity. You couldn’t even recognize yourself anymore, moans that escaped your lips sounded so pornographic you couldn’t possibly assume those were yours.

Shuichi on the other hand had been moaning and grunting like he was in pain; the way your walls clenched around him had brought him closer and closer to his high, but he didn’t want to cum just yet. He wanted to get that sweet spot.

It was so incredibly gratifying every time you called out his name; maybe not-so for the neighbours, but he couldn’t help but feel slightly smug as his neighbours would’ve known that it was — “Shuichi!” — who had been making you wail and moan like that.

Your uncertainty and discomfort from earlier disappeared into thin air, forgotten forever as you lost yourself in this new feeling of being plowed like a cornfield.

Finally finding the energy and courage to pry open your tear-filled eyes, your jaw remained slack, mouth blubbering out nonsense and ‘I love you’s as you made eye contact with Shuichi.

You felt your heart stutter and stop a moment as you saw how pretty he looked at that moment. With his facial expression contorting into one of pure pleasure, and a thin layer of sweat making his skin almost seem like it was glowing, combined with the loving look in his eyes; it was all too much, and before you knew it, you made your own lewd expression as you felt a foreign knot suddenly build up and untie in your stomach just as quick.

With stuttered, pathetic attempts at pleading his name, you attempted to get his attention as you had been slightly afraid of what was building up inside you. “Sh- Shu- Some- Something’s- Mmnhah!” You sobbed out, jaw going slack as screams poured out from your throat.

Shuichi’s eyes widened just a fraction as he realized what was happening, slowing his hips before suddenly going faster than before, grunting as he brought himself back to his high. “It’s- It’s okay baby, just let go- Urk—!” Shuichi wheezed as he felt your trembling vaginal walls clamp onto his throbbing length, feeling as if he had just gotten the air punched out of him. Well, you were only following his order.

Hunching over you, he squeezed your hands as he rolled his hips one last time, slow and deep, causing you to elicit a louder scream from the spot he hit. He had to suppress a thankful smile; there it was. He began to dig his glans especially hard into that spot, causing you to sob and squirm from the intense pleasure he had been putting onto you. “S- So good- I- I can’t-” You stammered, mind fuzzy and misfunctioning as your orgasm had been concentrated by Shuichi’s bold action.

You wondered if this was his first time; he seemed so experience like he knew all the right spots to press and prod at.

When really, he just read way too many porn mags.

Shuichi’s breath hitched as he felt his cock twitch, not long after the mini action, he had finally released inside you, going slack over your body as he nearly cried into your shoulder from how good it felt. Desperate and shaky moans and groans spilled from the binds of his thin lips, and no matter how hard he tried to dig himself into your neck, the moans remained loud.

Time seemed to slow down, Shuichi had gone flaccid inside you and quiet as he tried to catch his breath. Despite the lower half of your body still incredibly sensitive and numb, you managed to switch your positions, shifting him, so he was laying on his side instead of you.

He let himself be cradled by you, sweaty skin sticking together in an uncomfortably comfortable way. It was warm.

“... God, we should’ve done that months ago.” You half-joked, voice gravelly.

Shuichi groaned in response, wincing as he pulled out slowly.

“I don’t think I.. regret waiting.” Shuichi truthfully spoke, smiling a lopsided grin.

“Because it made this moment more special… right?” He hoped he wasn’t the only one to think so.

You nodded, eyes eventually drifting shut. “Yeah… You’re right, you’re.. always right.”

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friendofflowersandfrogs · 3 years ago

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Hello lovelies! So, you don’t have to read below the line. I’m not expecting people to. I’m just in one of those late night moods ya know and I need to get a little off my chest so. Little huge vent time. Tw: loneliness? Some Swearing.

*deep breath*

I’m so touch starved rn 😅 which is funny and like aw ok until I’m like actually kinda depressed over it. I’m so fcking lonely irl.

My friends are…I love them so much. But I have a big friend group. And…I didn’t choose them? I kinda got dragged in freshman year by a mutual friend which was fine bc I was very shy and wasn’t doing all that great on my own, and said mutual friend was my bff for a long time. More on them later. (For this purpose, I’m gonna call them B). And like I said I love my friends now. But I’m not a big group kinda person. It stressed me out over the year. I tried to spread myself so thin, spending a little time with everyone, getting along with everyone even if not everyone in the general group got along anyways. And because if that, I feel like I got close to no one. I’m just above acquaintance status with everyone. I’m the friend that walks behind or in the grass by the sidewalks. If I don’t organize the event, I’m forgotten. This is partially my fault, I’m fully aware. But god I regret how I did my freshman year. I have a big group of friends. And I’m so fcking lonely. I have no one who is MY person, ya know? No one to make pillow forts with, no one to cry to. I’m sure I could with any of them and I know many of them do love me too, but I’m still a secondary thought. They wouldn’t come to me if they saw me down. Not like I always always go to them no matter how shitty I personally feel. A sentiment that is making me a little bitter and part of why I’m so ready to step away. They aren’t toxic friends, but they promote toxic behaviors for me and my emotions without realizing. They aren’t healthy for me. A big friend group like that… it’s too much for me and no where near enough return.

Now, I did mention B earlier. My best and closest friend of ages?? What about them?? It’s taken me 2 years to realize it, and even then I’m still struggling with accepting it, but that friendship was hella toxic. God I was in such denial fck now I’m crying lmao but they don’t mean it!!! Which is the worst part!!! They’re is nothing they can do. They have a lotttt of mental health issues going on and I have poured every ounce of my energy into helping them and it was never enough. It’s not my fault, I know, and I not theirs either. They need help beyond anyone. A mental hospital maybe (I mean this in the best way. Not like I want to get rid of them but as in they need extreme help). And once I realized how taxing this was, I stepped back. B was making a ton of friends, doing much better than I was in that department, so Ik they’d be safe. But I just…I couldn’t do it anymore? And I get absolutely awful about it, but…I did start to feel better. I physically had more energy. I was in a much better mental place. I was doing really well, for the first time in years. Which absolutely sucked for my guilt. And worse, B felt me pulling away. They begged me to stay, to always be there for them. And like a wimp, I promised. I know I can’t keep that promise. But I did. And I will always love them. So much. That part of the promise I really meant. B says all I need to do is be there for them, not even say anything. Just hugs. But hugs aren’t enough to sustain a friendship.

We used to talk about everything. We were two peas in a pod in middle school, B and I. We had the same interests, the same social awkwardness, music and food taste, and love of cuddles. It was perfect. And then we grew older. We changed slowly. Now, we couldn’t be more different. I cant sustain this friendship solely on hugs because I don’t know what to say anymore. We are just. Idk I could hug B for hours and in the end I’d still feel lonely cuz that’s not really human connection anymore? We are ready to grow apart as friends. Except emotionally they’re not. Not to mention thier family. I’m their second child. God it sucks but sometimes they treat me better than their own kid (prob cuz it’s not their place to discipline me. They are just giving me the loving parent stuff they know my own mother doesn’t give). How can I just say goodbye? I plan to still keep in touch, but it’s never going to be the same.

Not to mention my real mom despises all my friends. Because they’re gay. She’s empathic, which has been a source to a lot of trauma for me -_- which is why it’s hard to come to terms with the fact I’m also probably empathic (Which explains a lot of how I feel above). She forced me out of the closet one day, and I admitted it, and…things have never been the same. She says I’m not gay, I’m just absorbing other peoples energy and taking it on, so I think I am gay (an actual empathic thing, don’t feel like going into it but yeah). It’s probably gaslighting but I think she believes it. And sometimes I wonder if she’s right. I don’t think she is? I mean, no one in my constant vicinity is aromantic, especially when I realized I was. So that at least is all me. But because of this, my mom has never met my friends. I go to painstaking lengths and stress to keep them apart. Oh she knows about them. She can feel the gay in my energy or something and she knows about them apparently. She also questions me every time I watch gay media even if she doesn’t know. Cuz apparently h can absorb energy from tv and music too. Makes it kinda scary to watch the owl house lol.

And ofc it’s summer so I haven’t seen any friends anyways in ages. Girls at my dance don’t really care about me. So the loneliness is kicking in full gear. So next year, I’m going to try to make new friends. Im going to try to make the friends. Despite it being the middle of highschool. People who I can laugh to or cry to and am not constantly stressing over trying to make conversation or keep the friendship stable or keep the friend stable. Maybe straighter friends so I can bring them home safely…People I can have a movie kind of friendship with. I realize that may be unrealistic. But it’s summer, and I’m lonely and touch starved and low key surviving on the longing for this dream. And I can do this with my moots of, but it’s not the same. I’m a very touchy person, and we can pretend all we want, but most of us live 1000s miles away…

Shout out to Amphibia of all fcking shows 😅😭. God I love that little frog show. It kept me going through this past year and it’s given me some great advice and I’m going to need it this autumn. The theme is about change and growing for those who don’t know, and the general theme and ending of it is how my life is going, and will go if I have any day in the fall. It…it helped me come to terms with the toxicity with B too.

God this was so long. If you are here, reading this now…wow. I love you so much. Honey wtf are you doing here. 😅💖💖💖 thanks for listening. Im fine. Im really fine.

#tw vent #Hemera personals #don’t have to read srsly #I just really needed an outlet #put my words out there so they weren’t bottled up anymore #I haven’t really told anyone this #not to this extent #anyways #it’s quite long so oops

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auburnaudry · 4 years ago

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Fractured Family - Matthew Tkachuk

Chapter 1:

A/N: So this is the first time I have ever written literally anything. If you have any suggestions or feedback just let me know! I kinda want to make this a series, so if you are interested or have any suggestion on where to take this story I’m all ears!

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Summary: You and Matthew had a long history, dating for two years, until you guys “mutually” decided to split. It was civil and seemed liked the best option at the time. But shortly after splitting, you found out you were pregnant with Reign and everything in your life, including your relationship with Matt, became more complicated. (Flashbacks are in italics.)

Word count: 3293 words

It was really late at night and you just wanted to get your son to sleep. Him being only 3 months old, it was hard to get a consistent sleep schedule going, especially when you were sharing custody with someone who lives a completely different lifestyle than you.

After spending two nights with his father, your sons usual 10 minute bedtime routine turned into a long, drawn out, difficult ordeal, that you would be trying to correct for the next week. And once he was finally adjusted back to your routine, he was off to stay with his father again to continue the never ending cycle.

You rocked Reign in his chair for almost 40 minutes and finally settled him down enough to lay him back in his crib. You reached over to the changing table and turned the sound machine on, hoping that it would put him to sleep for even just a little while. You needed a break from the loud crying.

Walking over to the dresser sitting by the door, you grab the baby monitor and walked out towards the kitchen.

You mindlessly stared at your phone as you made your way down the hall. Distracted by your new notifications, you hadn’t noticed the handsome young man still sitting at your island waiting for you to return.

“Y/n/n”

“Oh my god, Matthew you scared me” you shouted, dropping your phone as your body jumped slightly from the shock of seeing someone unexpected in your apartment.

“I thought you left already, what are you still doing here” you continued as you picked your phone up off the ground, checking to make sure the screen wasn’t cracked.

You were caught off guard and slightly confused because Matt always left right after dropping your son off. You two had an arrangement that worked, minimal interaction that only revolved around your son. So when Matt was still lingering around your apartment almost and hour after dropping your son off, you couldn’t help but let your mind travel to the worst case scenario.

“Did something happen today with Reign?” You asked before he had a chance to respond to your first question.

You and Matt had a long history, dating for two years, until you guys “mutually” decided to split. It was civil-ish and seemed liked the best option at the time. But shortly after splitting, you found out you were pregnant with Reign and everything in your life, including your relationship with Matt, became more complicated.

“You should have been honest with me from the start then” you screamed at your boyfriend. You had been arguing for what felt like forever with no end in sight.

“I didn’t know what I wanted at the time y/n” he calmly responded “Fuck, I still don’t even know what I want, but I know its not fair to you, to keep going the way we are”. You two had been talking about where you see your relationship going in the future and this was the first time Matthew was really opening up to you.

As much as you begged Matt to express his emotions more over the course of your relationship, this time you wished he had kept them to himself.

“Y/n, you want to take the next step in this relationship and I’m not ready. I don’t know why I’m not ready but you are and I can’t hold you back.” Matthew sounded so sincere that you almost believed this was what you wanted too. “You need someone who is gonna take that step with you” key word was almost.

The past couple of weeks you had been hinting that you wanted to move in with Matt. You loved him and were sure you wanted to start the next chapter of your life with him. You never thought in a million years this would be his reaction but maybe you pushed him too much? Or maybe this was inevitable and he wasn’t looking at you as a long term investment. Whatever the reason, you now regretted even bringing it up.

“Okay, so two years down the drain I guess” you said as you rolled your tear filled eyes. His face fell at your words, he truly did love you and just wanted you to be happy. You were looking for forever and he admitted to not being ready for that kind of commitment. Instead of continuing a relationship that seemed to be at a stand still, the only option at this point was to end it. You weren’t going to sit there and beg him, you had too much pride to do that.

“I’ll just pack my shit and go” you walked past him to his bedroom to collect all the things that no longer belonged in his space. You almost expected him to follow after you, to fight for your relationship, but he didn’t, which hurt your heart even more. So you continued to pack up the things that had migrated from your apartment to his over the two years of being together. Your thoughts were now consumed with figuring out how you were going to move on and find someone to spend the rest of your life with, while he continued to live the bachelor lifestyle he was all so famous for.

Even though you rarely voiced it in your two years of being together, you were madly in love with him and broken hearted that he wasn’t willing to put in the effort to make your relationship work. You left his bedroom and made your way down the hallway, past the living room where Matthew was still sat, and out the front door with your bags in tow. You didn’t bother glancing back at him, out of fear you might do or say something you would regret.

2 weeks later…

You woke up and still hadn’t gotten your period. Your period had never been even a day late since you got it back in the 7th grade, so waking up for a 4th day in a row with no period, was worrisome. You didn’t think there was even a chance you were pregnant since you were on birth control, so you made an appointment with your gyno to ensure everything was okay. You were convinced it was just the stress of your recent breakup that was causing this irregularity in your cycle, but you couldn’t be sure without getting checked out first.

...

You pulled up to your doctors office for your appointment feeling extremely anxious. You just wanted to get it over with so you could stop stressing and go back to feeling sorry for yourself for getting broken up with.

You sat in the waiting room for what felt like an eternity. You scrolled through Instagram and somehow found yourself on Matthew’s page. It was definitely an unhealthy habit you had picked up since splitting. You couldn’t help it though, he was following new ig models everyday and in a sick way, you liked to compare yourself to them. It was a reminder that you weren’t what Matt wanted and Matt couldn’t be what you wanted anymore.

“y/n y/l/n” you looked up from your phone as your name was called “We’re ready for you”

You followed the nurse back to a bathroom located right next door to the exam room you usually got checked out in. The nurse handed you a cup to pee in, as you usually did at these types of appointments, and instructed you to change into a gown in exam room #2 once you finished up in the bathroom.

After you changed into the gown, the nurse came back to collect your sample and left you sitting on the exam table as you scrolled on your phone again, waiting for Dr. Cooper to come in.

“Y/n, congratulation you’re pregnant” Dr. Cooper walked in holding your charts. You had been going to Dr. Cooper since you were 16 and you had built a nice relationship through the years, talking about your personal lives and future plans during appointments. He was aware of your long term relationship with Matthew and by his enthusiastic tone and happy energy, it was clear that he was unaware of your recent breakup. You obviously didn’t expect him to know, the breakup was new and you only see him a couple times out of the year.

You couldn’t even process the news or anything else Dr. C had to say after that. Everything went fuzzy and it felt like you were in some crazy nightmare that you couldn’t wake up from. The only thing you did hear him say was that he expected you to be 8 weeks along from the information you told him and the ultrasound he performed.

You were a traditional person and always imagined you would be married or at least in a committed relationship before getting pregnant, so this entire situation had you in shock.

You were so numb from the news that you continued on throughout your day as normal, unsure of what else to do. But as you pulled into the parking lot of your apartment building, you rushed to get inside so you could finally breakdown and feel everything you had pushed aside for the past few hours.

You were silently praying your roommate wasn’t home when you walked through the door of your shared apartment so you didn’t have to face anyone. To your dismay, she was sitting in the living room calling for you when you walked through the door.

You hadn’t told her that you and Matthew broke up because you were so ashamed that the man you thought you’d spend the rest of you life with , didn’t feel the same way for you. The past 3 weeks you had been pretending Matt was away on a road trip or too busy with hockey to hang out whenever she asked about him. At this point you needed to get this off you chest so you walked right into the living room, sat down next to her, and unloaded the entire story before she even had the chance to say hello. As you spoke, her face turned from confusion to concern.

“Kay idk what to do, I don’t even want to tell him because I don’t need his help, but i feel icky when I think about having his baby and keeping it a secret.” You guys were talking through what you were gonna do about the situation.

Kaylee was the perfect person to ask because she also knew Matthew really well! Kaylee was the one who introduced you to Matt in the first place almost 3 years ago. They continually ran into each other while out at bars and talked so often they eventually became good friends. Being Kaylees best friend, you were later introduced to Matthew at a bar and you guys hit it off right away. You became really close friends and later started dating after a typical drunk love confession.

“And you’re definitely sure it’s Matt’s? Like there’s no chance it’s someone else’s right?”

“Yes of course I haven’t talk to anyone since the breakup, let alone slept with anyone!”

“I just want to make sure cause you didn’t even tell me you guys broke up, I wasn’t sure if I was missing any other important parts of the story” she paused for a second giving you a sympathetic look. The father was indisputable since you had only been with one man in the last two years.

“he’s a good guy y/n/n, I think he will be really understanding and a good father, it’s important you tell him, him and his family would want to know” She was right, she always is.

Before your talk with Kaylee, you fully prepared yourself to raise the baby on your own and expected nothing from Matthew. But when you thought about his family, a family that you had become a part of in the two years you were together, you couldn’t help but think of how disappointed they would be if they ever found out that you kept a part of them a secret. You had become extremely close with Brady and Taryn and their parents treated you like one of their own. They loved you and would unconditionally love your child, it wasn’t fair to them and more importantly, it wasn’t fair to your baby to keep them apart.

...

After a week of thoroughly thinking through all your options, you finally took Kaylees advice and reached out to Matt. You almost hoped he wouldn’t see your message or he would see it and just ignore it since you two hadn’t communicated since the breakup.

Y/n:

Hey Matty, it’s y/n, I’m not sure if you have free time in the near future but I kinda need to talk to you!

To your surprised he responded within minutes of your text.

Matty:

I’m happy you reached out, lets meet up! Can you do lunch tomorrow? Our usual lunch spot?

This all seemed too familiar, why was he texting you like you had never broken up and why did he respond at all? He could have easily said he was busy or trying to move on and didn’t want to talk, but he didn’t.

Y/n:

I was actually thinking we could do takeout or something and eat at my apartment?

You figure a private setting would be better for the news you were about to spring on him since you weren’t sure of the reaction you were going to get.

Matty:

Anything works babe

He had practice the next morning and a free afternoon so it was the perfect opportunity to tell him, giving him time to process since he had nothing going on for the rest of the day.

Matthew walked up to your apartment door the next day giving it his signature knock. You slowly walked to the door, opening it to find him standing there, carrying the to-go bags, filled with your favorite meal and wearing his perfect smile that almost made you forget why you called him over in the first place.

As you went to greet him, you caught a slight whiff of the food and the nausea that washed over you was so sudden and instantaneous, you almost didn’t make it to the bathroom.

On your run to the bathroom, you heard Matt’s footsteps following closely behind, but luckily you had enough time to lock the bathroom door before emptying the contents of you stomach in the toilet.

Matthew sat outside the bathroom knocking lightly “y/n are you okay” he waited patiently for your response.

When you felt the wave of nausea had completely passed, you stood up, flushing the toilet and making your way to the sink to rid your mouth of the taste that plagued it.

As you opened the door to the bathroom you were met with Matt’s concern filled face. If throughout your lunch date you wanted to change your mind about telling him, that option was completely off the table now. You had no choice but to explain what was going on and you just wanted to get it over with.

Matthew stood there staring, waiting for a response. “I’m pregnant” was all you could come up with.

He stared at you in complete disbelief but then realization washed over his face. “Who’s the father” was all he could manage, as if you would invite him over to tell him you were pregnant with someone else’s kid.

You wanted to roll your eye but they were so full of tears, you were scared that if you moved them, the tears would start running and you would fall apart in front of him.

“Yours” you whispered with a cold tone trying your best to keep your emotions at bay.

Matthew had alway wanted to be a dad and was great with his teammates kids, so you weren’t entirely surprised when he told you he wanted to be a part of your kids life.

You two spent countless hours and had countless lunch dates over the course of your pregnancy, talking about how you were going to co-parent and make everything work. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t secretly wish that you and Matt would end up back together, raising the family you always dream of having, but it seemed that ship had sailed for Matthew. His only concern was making sure his kid lived a happy and healthy life.

You were now waiting for a response from your ex on why he was still sitting in your kitchen so late at night.

“No no, Reign is fine everything is fine, I just need to talk to you about something” he said, not making eye contact with you. You were even more nervous now because you had no guess as to what he could possibly want to talk about.

“I’m talking to this girl” your entire world stopped spinning and your ears started to ring a little. You still weren’t use to Matthew talking to other women, you probably wouldn’t be for a long time, and now he wanted to talk to you about one of his hoes?

“Ummm okay” you said, unsure how you were even suppose to respond. “Why are you telling me this?”

“Things between us are getting a little more serious” you could literally feel you heart aching in your chest, but you continued to act unfazed by Matt’s admission. “I was just wondering what the appropriate time would be to introduce her to Reign”

You were almost stunned that he was even asking you such a stupid question. If it were up to you, Reign was never going to meet some trashy whore his father would bang every once in a while. Your son was only 3 months old, so to think that introducing him to a random, clout chaser was even an option for Matthew, made you extremely angry. Or maybe you were just jealous he had been seeing someone and it had gotten so serious that he was willing to introduce her to his newborn son.

You can’t even describe the feeling of the love of your life breaking up with you because ‘he wasn’t ready for commitment’, and then not even a year later he is in a serious relationship again but with someone else. You couldn’t help but think everything Matthew had told you was a lie, that he wasn’t afraid of committing, he was just afraid of committing to you.

“Y/n/n, did you hear my question?”

“Obviously” you spat “I just have to think, I wasn’t exactly prepared for this kind of question tonight or honestly at any point in the near future so I need time to think about it” you were bitter but you tried your hardest to not make it seem that way as you spoke.

“Take all the time you need, no rush, we’re obviously new to this whole parenting and co-parenting thing so we don’t have all the answers yet, but I don’t want to do anything you aren’t comfortable with.” He finally made eye contact with you for the first time all night. You forgot how pretty his eyes were.

“Thanks for checking in with me, ill let you know when I figure it out” and with that he got up and made his way out of your apartment.

“Goodnight y/n” he said as he opened the front door and pulled his car keys out of his pocket.

“Night” you responded as you close the door behind him. Just as the door closed, Reign’s screams came over the baby monitor, distracting you before you had too much time to think about how alone you actually were.

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extravaguk · 4 years ago

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santa&prada

part of my opposites attract! series.

ksj / knj / myg / jhs / kth / jjk

pairing: rich!jimin x reader

summary: Yeah, Park Jimin most likely didn't even realize he was being a rude and disrespectful son of a bitch.

wordcount: 5k

genre: smut - angst(? - fluff (? idk u tell me

rated: m

warnings: a christmas fic in late november, cursing, a huge misunderstanding lmao, i call jimin ‘park jimin’ too many times bc i felt like it, car sex, oral (f recieving), some good ole spanking, (kinda) rough and unprotected sex, a lil of dirty talk, spit kink. thats about it. just an excuse to write jimin fucking you in a car. jimin is not as bad as oc thinks srsly.

The first time you meet Park Jimin is through mutual friends. On a firday night on December, with white, red and green lights decorating the streets of New York, filled with the typical hustle of the masses doing last minute Christmas shopping, the freezing weather impacting your body temperature, cursing yourself for choosing tights, a skirt and heeled boots that are too pretty but too uncomfortable to wear.

You had never considered yourself a particular enthusiast of Christmas festivities. You guess discovering Santa Claus was, actually, your parents before the rest of the kids in your class was one of the many reasons that made you grow up too soon and therefore, not allowing you to fully enjoy the month of December. Or maybe it had nothing to do with Santa, and more to do with your parents deciding to get a divorce a day before Christmas Eve. A traumatic event for seven year old you, but completely forgotten and overcome by twenty-four year old present you.

Growing up each Christmas suffering the consecuences of a shared custody would have probably had a disastrous effect on anybody else, but not you. Although the separation was a tough reality to accept at first, fortunately your parents were always capable of raising you in an environment full of love and affection, just like any other kid. And you prided yourself on having moved on from those circumstances a long time ago (even if your therapist disagreed and blamed many of your behaviors on it. Whatever.)

To put it simply, December was just not the month for you. It was just another month, like the remaining eleven of the year, except Mariah Carey's voice was heard every five minutes everywhere you'd go and people gave each other presents as if it was only during that time of the year when they remembered their loved ones.

The only thing you could thank Christmas for were the well deserved two weeks of holidays our work allowed until the new year's arrival. Fifteen days of rest, peace and baking those gingerbread cookies that Seokjin died for and that you sincerely denoted as nauseating.

You truly had no idea what exactly you did wrong that night. You don't know if it was something you said, or something you did, but what you did know was that Park Jimin pursued a silent and personal vendetta against you that continued nowadays.

"Here are your disgusting cookies, you filthy animal." it might have been that very first sentence you said when you entered the bar and reunited with your friends that didn't cause a good impression. "Shit, it's cold as fuck. My nipples are harder than my life." or maybe it was your selection of words while you waved every familiar face hello until you stopped to look at the only (pretty. too pretty, as well) one you had never seen before.

"_____, it's Chrismtas! Santa Clause will only bring you a lump of coal if you keep cursing like that!" Lisa laughed while she kissed your cheek and made space for you to sit next to her. "Oh, by the way, this is Jimin. A friend of Namjoon. He's a newbie!"

Park Jimin was stunning, you had no trouble admitting that. You weren't blind, you weren't stupid, and you could go as far as theorize that his dark eyes, his light and always immaculate styled hair, his sharp jawline and those plump lips as red as cherries must have been sculpted by Satan himself.

Fuck, you were even sure you'd be on your knees in front of Park Jimin in an alternative universe begging for his dick inside your mouth. But in the universe where you and the real Park Jimin reside, he would never come near you unless somebody was aiming a gun into his skull.

You're not precisely sure what it was, but a brief exchange of glances and an evasive and sligh shake of hands with Park Jimin was enough to make you feel ashamed and withdrawn for the rest of the night.

If Jimin wasn't even able to drop a polite "Nice to meet you", he sure as hell wasn't able to pretend you even existed.

Even the small talk you had tried to engaged with him about his shiny pair of shoes went terribly wrong.

"Oh, are those Dolce and Gabbana?"

"Dolce and Gabbana are homphobic, racist and sexist, so no" the grimace on his face should've been enough to make you regret speaking to him in the first place , but the snarky voice of his made you want to run away and hide from him until next Christmas.

In reality, you swore you didn't care. Seriously. Other's opinions were never something that could easily bother you or keep you awake at night. You had always turned a deaf ear to the cruel children that made fun of you due to your parent's divorce, you had always ignored the amount of men that never considered you "ladylike" enough (what the fuck did that even mean, anyway? what exactly made a lady and what didn't?), and you had always disregarded any envous comment surrounding you.

So, fuck Park Jimin! You had said to yourself. He's just a well mannered rich boy. Somebody who didn't resemble you in any aspect. A stupid, pretentious, spoiled boy who's had everything he's ever wanted in the palm of his hand, unlike you. Who the fuck cares what Park Jimin thinks?

But apparently, you did.

You would have never placed such importance to whatever it was that roamed inside Jimin's head if his appearances in your group of friends hadn't been so recurrent.

Because each time you were forced to see Jimin's face, you were also forced to experience a strange knot of discomfort and humilliation growing in your stomach in his mere presence. It's not like Jimin did anything specific to make you feel that way. He might not even do it on purpose, or his intentions might not be entirely evil. Maybe he simply didn't realize how he always avoided being by your side like the plague, or how his body immediately tensed and he balled his hands into fists everytime you were less than two feet away from him, or how he would look at you from the corner of his eye everytime you decided you speak, almost as if he was waiting for you to shut up to finally let out the air he was containing inside his lungs in relief.

Yeah, Park Jimin most likely didn't even realize he was being a rude and disrespectful son of a bitch.

And with time, you couldn't help but attribute that disdain and hostility that Park Jimin always directed at you to the many undeniable differences that constituted each of you. Park Jimin, with his impeccable and always well ironed Prada shirts, his spotless trousers, jewelry that probably costed more than three of your annual salaries, and always emanating that Givenchy fragance that screamed "wealth!" every rare occasion you could experiment his presence next to you. Exactly two years after that first meeting with Park Jimin, you hadn't been able to avoid reciprocating that feeling of contempt towards him. Not when you were the only victim of his arrogance. Everybody loved Park Jimin, and Park Jimin loved everyone.

Except you.

Clinging to your glass of Don Pérignon and finishing the rest of the liquid in one go, you try to snap out of your own thoughts, reminding yourself to return to the conversation you're currently having with Taehyung about a pretty waitress that he's met during one of his art exhibitions (or at least that's what you think you caught him say) and forcing yourself by all means to stop observing the friendly and kind smiles that Park Jimin was shooting to those present from across the room and that you will never be able to achieve.

"_____? Are you even listening to me, darling?" Taehyung's voice is what makes you finally look away from the dumb blond standing on the opposite side of the room, blinking a few times before clearing your throat.

"Sorry, Tae." letting out a sigh, you try to brush back and put in place the strand of hair that escaped the intricate hairdo you had tried and so miserably failed to do yourself to try to fit in and hopefully impress such environment of preppy and privilaged people (ahem, Park Jimin) falling on your forehead as best as you can. "Just been really stressed this week and I'm on another planet. You know how I feel about Christmas. I think I need a new flute of . Or five."

Taehyung sends you a look full of empathy and places one of his hands in your shoulder, squeezing lightly in a comforting way. "I'll get you another one. I'll be right back." You quickly interrupt him though, to prevent him from standing up before you.

"No, really. I'll go. I need some fresh air anyways, if you don't mind." And of course Taehyung doesn't mind, so you get on your feet as graceously as your tipsy state allowed you to (who told you it was a good idea to drink three glasses in less than thirty minutes of the extremely expensive champagne Taehyung had brought to the Christmas party he had organized and why did it convince you it would appease your anxiey?) and make your way towards the table where the rest of the bottles are. A table dangerously close to the conversation Jimin and that friend of Lisa (whose name you don't remember) were having.

Both are with their backs turned and, honestly, you take a silent moment to thank God or whatever is up there because the last thing you need right now is yet another awkward interaction with Jimin, so you try as best as you can to refill your glass of champagne to get out of there as soon as possible, praying to make your exit going unnoticed.

But no. Because the stars and the universe loved to align to make you suffer! They love to play with your karma and they love making you damn that one day you didn't help that lady cross the street. They love making you regret buying those plastic straws. They love making you feel guilty for hacking your neighbour's Wifi when you run out of money to pay for yours. Because the moment you try to take a hold of the bottle in your hands, it slips out of your grasp, and you're watching in slow motion how the sparkling berverage ends up spilling all over the extremely expensive (or so you assume. Balenciaga maybe) suit pants Park Jimin decided to wear that night.

Everything is kind of blurry and you can't even hear anything. You can only watch as Park Jimin turns around, lips parted and eyebrows furrowed, until his eyes find you, the bane of his existance and immediately recognizing the culprit of his now drenched piece of clothing. And you can watch as, once again, his gaze turns almost black and narrow lightly as to reprimend you for what you've caused. But of course he doesn't say a word. He has nothing to say. He doesn't even look surprised. No. Because obviously, Park Jimin knew that if there was somebody in this room willing to ruin his night, it would be you, and only you.

"Shit!" you're the first one to break the strained silence, but that only makes Jimin flinch. "Shit, shit, shit. I'm so fucking dumb! J-Jimin, I'm so sorry, let me just go grab a paper tow-"

"Don't." his voice cuts through you. Literally cuts through you. Because it's not often that Park Jimin decides to aim his words at you, but everytime he does it holds the same frigid tone. Like knives trying to painfully stab your being. "Just, don't."

In reality, you don't know a lot of things and you don't know what causes what happens next. You don't know if it's the specific time of the year, you don't know if it's your internal stress, or if it's Park Jimin, his voice, or the fact that he will never like you. But it's instant. They way something compresses your chest, and suddenly your eyes are not glaced by the alcohol but by something wet that threatens to flow. You would never admit to anyone they're tears.

So, shutting your mouth and swallowing the uncomfortable feeling of anguish in your throat, leaving your flute forgotten on the table and grabbing the bottle instead. Without saying a word, your feet start moving up the stairs of the ridiculously enourmous house Taehyung owns towards the first free and empty balcony you can find. Free of people and free of Park Jimin.

Closing the large window behind you, you allow yourself to close your eyes and take a deep breath; the icy temperature outside immediately welcoming you. Although the hairs on your arm stand up and you know you're probably going to catch a cold (because the dress you've chosen for the dinner is not at all appropiate for such winter climate), at least the tension in your body seems to disappear while oxygen keeps that ugly feeling in your heart at bay from continuing to choke you.

With shaky hands, you take a big gulp straight from the champagne bottle. Fuck Park Jimin. No man will ever have the power to make you feel what you're feeling right now. Fuck Park Jimin. And fuck his beautiful face and his ability to make you tremble and fear looking like an idiot. Fuck his fancy clothes and his perfect manicured hands and his marvelous but frigthening presence.

Knock knock.

The sound makes you jump back from the window, hand grasping your chest while you turn around, coming face to face with the man in question. Your first instinct is to ignore him. But that thought is already out of the way when it's him the one who struggles with the window lock before opening and taking a step towards you. You step back as he steps in, raising your head up high and puffing your chest. Because your second instinct is to tell Park Jimin to go fuck himself.

"_____, I would like to-"

"You would like to what?" Jimin looks taken aback at your harshness. Alcohol has always been a weapon of mass destruction in your system, provoking words to flow too easily and without filter out of your mouth, more than they already do when you're sober. Especially when it's mixed with the frustration you've been harboring inside of you for two years. That's why when the words start to come out, they won't stop. "To make me feel like shit one more time? To look at me with that fucking conceited face trying to make me feel like you're better than me? Or would you like to ignore me once again as you always do everytime we're in the same fucking room to make sure I know you hate my mere existance, even if it's just the two of us right now?"

The steam leaving your lips due to the accelerated beat of your heart blurs his face for an instant while he looks at you dumbfounded. The silence and his expression makes you scoff, an acidic smile adorning your face while you take another sip of your drink because even with such a stupid face, he still looks delectable with his white shirt and ruined pants. You turn around, removing a tear that you hadn't even realized had fallen during your speech and that, frankly, you were hoping he hadn't either. You would blame it on the cold, anyway.

This time, a gust of wind running through you from head to toe, making you forget of Park Jimin's presence looming behind you, reminding you it's still December and the fabric of your dress is doing nothing to conceal you from the cold.

But before you can do anything about it and blame yourself for being dumb and not taking your coat with you before deciding to step into balcony, Park Jimin surprises you once again, this time by placing his navy blue blazer over the naked skin of your arms.

Your back straightens when you feel his warm breath caressing the back of your neck, at the same time that a voice you have never heard Park Jimin use with you echoes in your ears.

"I really don't hate you, _____. I..." Jimin wets his lips. His body trembles, but it's not due to lacking his own coat, while his brain hurriedly searches for words eloquent and adequate enough to explain voice his thoughts. "I like you very much, _____."

Scoffing again while you shake your head, you push down with all your inner strenght the incipent fluttering of butterflies in your stomach that Jimin has managed to cause in just a matter of seconds. It's probably the longest sentence you've heard from him in two years, and you don't exactly understand why your body is reacting the way it is. But you're also not willing to give Park Jimin the satisfaction of knowing that. He doesn't deserve it anyway. So with all the courage you can muster, you turn around with your hands clenching.

And even though being at such short distance from Jimin is a bit overwhelming and unexpected for you, the irritation still making your blood bubble is enough to not let a man as handsome as him derail you from your current circumstances.

"Well, fuck you Park Jimin. You certainly have a funny fucking way to sh-" his hands cradling your jaw that pull you closer to him and his lips that silent you roughly, but with surprising care. Only for a moment. A moment in which your body betrays you and make you melt into hir warmth. But his voice, low and sinfully husky, murmurs against your lips.

"God, that mouth of yours..." he goes back to attacking your own lips, this time more firm than before, snatching a sigh from you. The sound has his tongue asking for permission into your mouth, and with your body betraying you once again, you part your lips to allow him in. It's him who whimpers this time, while one of his hand moving until it reaches the bottle in your hand and letting it drop carelessly onto the floor, ignoring the sound of glass shattering and the future scolding you'll get from Taehyung. Instead, he sneaks that same hand on your waist, pulling your body flush against his, fingers digging onto your skin. "It's been driving me crazy for two years. Two years, _____."

He mumbles between kisses and swipes his tongue against yours, while he stars walking the both of you until your back meets the nearest concrete wall.

"Two years of having to hear the incessant filthy words that leave your mouth..." his own stop their movements and you catch yourself before begging him to reattaching his lips to yours, enjoying instead the path of wet kisses and bruises his lips traile from your chin to the pulse of your neck "...and trying my best to hide the painful boners I get whenever you're nearby."

With your eyes shut, your hands are back in motion, ignoring the voice in your head reminding you he's still an asshole and finding their way between Jimin's soft golden strands of hair. He hums in appreciation, sending goosebumps all over your body. "So, s-so why not do anything about it sooner?" you say, suddenly finding it difficult to breathe properly.

You feel Jimin's body tensing before you and he ceases the movement of his lips against your neck. Breaking away, your heart stops, afraid you might have ruined the moment. But Jimin's in search of your eyes, eyebrows very lighlty raised, the intensity of his gaze pinning you in place. You don't know for how long you stare at each other until Jimin comes out of the trance, eyes descending over your flushed cheeks, the very same color as your lips and the soft flesh of your neck until they reach your cleavage, the glimmering fabric encasing your breasts, taunting him the same way they had been doing all night long.

"You scare me so much..." and then, one of his hands repeats the same journey his eyes just did, until he touches your shoulder, right under his own blazer. "Everytime I look at you, all I can think of why the hell a girl as real as you like you would even glance my way." he slides the strap of your dress slowly tentatively, just enough for you to stop his advances if you chose so. You don't. "You're smart in ways I could never compare, so funny it makes me jealous, and so pretty it leaves me speechless. You're...You're everything I'm not."

His voice resonates in the atmosphere, and you would love to blame it on the cold again for how your body has reacted, but your body heat has increased so much since he started kissing you that it would be stupid not to admit that it's just the effect that Park Jimin has on you tonight. You're sure he would've had the same effect if it had happened before.

Your now uncovered breast doesn't even has to suffer the consequences of the icy wind, because one of Jimin's arms quickly comes around you to hold your body against his, lifting you ever so slighty until your erect nipple is at the same level as his mouth and his lips are enveloping it in their warmth. You gasp his name, and that encourages his teeth to tug softly before his tongue stars moving in circes.

"My God, you're so perfect." Your head spins while you hold onto his shoulders as tight as you can, the undeniable heat roaming all over your form, hips involuntarily rutting his incipent erection poking your abdomen. "Been thinking about this since that night we first met." Looking for relief, Jimin mirrors your movements without ceasing the administrations on your chest, as one of his hands lifts one of your thighs to wrap around his waist, closing the short gap remaining between the both of you.

"Ohmygod! F-fuck, Jimin," trying to form coherent phrases is almost impossible, not with Jimin finding a slow and tortuous rythm with his hips, his clothed cock rubbing against your core. Something shifts in the air, because Jimin stops abusing your nipple with a loud pop, and shuts you up by pressing his mouth onto yours in an urgent, dirty and desperate kiss. You could almost hear him swearing, while his hand keeps your jaw in place.

"S-stop talking like that, ______." his voice, inaudible, and his face now hiding in the crook of your neck, the thrusting of his hips speeding up, more and more frantic this time. The hand not holding your thigh against his hipbone reveals your other breast, hand covering it and giving it a light squeeze before tugging at your unattended nipple between his forefinger and his thumb while his tongue and teeth mark the skin on your neck.

"Hell, I've been dying to stuff your mouth with my cock to prevent you from such foul language," the soft whimpers leacving your mouth coax him into taking the hem of your dress and bunching the fabric until his fingers easily find the place in your body calling to him the most through the lace. It's immediate, how his fingers dampen at the first touch, surprising the both of you, and how your body jolts and an embarrassing sob escapes your throat. "How-how are you this wet? Holy hell, I could just slide right in..."

And as he says that, one of his fingers pull aside the fabric of your underwear and glide into you, so easy. You insides burning while he fingers you, another finger being added with his thumb rubbing circles on your nub. And fuck, you're not sure if you're just too horny and Park Jimin is a magician with his hands, or maybe it's the way he keeps mouthing at your chest and whispering how soaked you are, but you don't think you've ever been so close to cumming in such a short period of time.

"W-whats stopping you?" you manage with a voice that doesn't even resembles yours, but before your hands can even make work of the zipper of his trousers, he pulls his finger out from your center, causing you to whine in protest.

Jimin licks his lips, eyebrows framing the dark expression that his eyes ooze. Although the desire in his eyes is more than evident, it is also evident the faint hesitation in them. Because Park Jimin doesn't do things this way. Park Jimin was raised in a world of correct manners and conservationism. A world that has taught him when and how to act. And as badly as he is dying to fuck you against the wall of Taehyung's ridiculously inmense house, he also wants to do the right thing.

"Let me take you on a date."

Park Jimin has been spoiled his whole life. Being born in a well-off family has always provided him of everything he had ever wanted and more. From the innecessary number of toys Santa Claus left under his Christmas tree every year since he was a baby, to his fisrt extravagant sports car at the age of eighteen. Park Jimin has never been a greedy or needy man. How could he, when he's had everything he's ever wished in the palm of his hands. He has never missed anything in his entire life. Hasn't missed a roof over his head, warm food on his plate or brand new designers clothes each week.

It has taken him two years to control himself. He still remembers that night he first met you, just like he remembers every single time you both had coincided in the same place at the same time. He remembered your scent, had memorized your figure over your pieces of clothing and had tried as best as he could to keep a distance from you because he knew you would never give him the time of day. How could you? You probably despised everything he was because he was definitely nothing like you, and that thought intimidated the fuck out of him. He was a mess everytime you wear nearby. Never relied on his voice because he knew he would stutter if you ever spoke to him, could never trust his eyes because if he ever looked at you he was afraid he wouldn't be able to look away.

And everytime you spoke, shit, that voice of yours always cursing here and there left him wondering how would you sound in a different setting and if you would still be that badmouthed. More specifically, between his sheets. So he did everything he could to minimize your interactions as much as possible. He just never thought he would come across as such a jerk. It was never his intention to hurt you, and seeing you cry that night (although you denied you did, over and over again) seriously made him realize he wanted to make things right.

He was trying really, really hard to keep it in his pants, to be the same well composed and controled Park Jimin he had mastered himself to be.

But that damn dress.

After seeing that little black dress hugging your figure when you started taking off your coat at the restaurant, the brief flash of thigh tights that you accidentaly (or not so accidentally) had blessed him with by crossing a leg over the other, that exposed collarbone calling his name and those heeled sandals with straps wrapping around your ankles, reminding him of the snake tempting Eve, Park Jimin was sure he needed to dig into that apple more than anything he has ever needed before.

That's why he surprises you right after you both finish the second course meal by telling the waitress you won't be having desert, at which you look at him somewhat indignant. But the look he shoots you is enough to make you understand if somebody was going to have desert tonight, it would be him. In his Mercedes.

"I'm gonna-" you gasp, fingers tugging at the soft strands of his now ruined blond hair, his head between your thighs and your legs thrown over his shoulders. His hands have a grip of the meaty flesh of your ass, holding you firmly againt his mouth as it works wonders on your clit. You're sure it hasn't even been ten minutes since Jimin had opened your legs in the backseat of his car, not even bothering to take your underwear off, simply moving the fabric aside before diving in, and you already feel yourself on the edge of an orgasm.

"I know." voice vibrating right into your core, he slows down his administrations, tongue carefully and delicately lapping at your folds while he enjoys the feeling of your fingers loosening their grip and fondly brushing his hair back. You meet his eyes as he pushes a finger inside your core and your whole body twists in agony.

"N-no!"

Jimin stops immediately, lifting his head and focusing his concerned eyes on you. He's about to ask you if he's done anything wrong, but you're fast to roughly pull him up by his hair until his face is leveled with yours. You answer him by kissing him and he returns the kiss with the same eagerness, and now it's your hands that are looking for his cock, palming him through his pants.

"Your dick. Inside. Right Now." you punctuate each phrase with a kiss and he only stops kissing you to pout.

"But I wanted you to cum on my tongue." but still, he's putty in your hands when you undo the botton and the zipper. "Wouldn't you rather me fucking you in my bed, where we're more comfortable?" you notice the slight quivering of his voice when you slide his trousers and boxers down, just enough to pull him out.

"You can eat me and fuck me as many times as you want tonight, tomorrow and whenever you'd like, but right now..." none of you contain the moan in unision that leaves each of your mouths when just the head of his lenght comes in contact with your entrance. "I really can't wait anymore." brushing your lips over his, you lower your voice. "Wanna get on my hands and knees for you."

Park Jimin has tried to do things the right and appropiate way throughout all his life. He's been a professional from a very young age on how to be in charge of his emotions, his desires and his impulses. Always well mannered and well composed.

But it's in this moment that Jimin comes to the realization that the only thing that has ever made him lose his mind and self control, is you. Seeing you like this, ass up, grinding your drenched and still thong clad cunt all over his precum dripping lenght, he can't control the way his hand bunches the fabrick of that damn dress over your waist, then flies to your right cheek, a sharp sound of skin filling the air, tearing a gasp from your throat.

"God, I'm-I'm sorry. Couldn't help mys-"

"Do it again."

And he does, the palm of his hand now leaving a reddenning print on your flesh, making you jolt back involuntarily, aligning yourself to the head of his cock and like he had hoped, he slides right in. Not all the way, because Jimin is sure he would cream inside you too soon and he wouldn't be able to forgive himself if he did. He wets his lips, clenching his jaw and dropping his palm one more time, hand more steady and purposeful.

"You like it rough?" voice hoarse and a hand beside your head holding himself, your back to his chest, twitching beneath him as he soothes the sting with his free one.

"I like you rough." turning your head slowly to peer at him from the corner of your eye, your hips moving on their own accord trying to take him deeper. Your head is suddenly pulled back harshly, Jimin's fingers tangling in your hair as his own hips close the remaining gap between your bodys in an abrupt thurst. You squeal, Jimin's cock finally filling you up to the hilt just like you wanted him to be, the pleasure making your arms wobble and finding it harder to mantain your balance.

Jimin's breath fawns over your ear, his tongue darting out to suck on your skin sending chills down your spine. "You're such a dream." he groans, torturously sliding out of your core that's gripping around his shaft for dear life. A whine of protest escapes your lips and he tightens the hold on your hair in response, diving right back in. You fall forward, your arms' strenght betraying you as his thrusts find a new rhythm. With your eyes closed shut, you try to muffle the sound of your voice with the back of your hand as Jimin's lips place soft kisses to your exposed shoulder.

"Don't be quiet." he stands straight, the pull on your hair arching your back in such a enticing way it was Jimin look away for a second, cock buried inside of you and his hips faltering. "Been dying to have you like this for so long."

Another clap of his hand against your right cheek, and a particular stroke of his dick that has you mewling as your climax approached again. "S-so good, Jimin. Oh my god."

"You're gonna cum for me?" his fingertips leave bruises on your skin and the windows of his Mercedes are foggy, just like your mind. You can't concentrate on anything that's not Jimin's cock sliding in and out and how much you wished this had happened way sooner. "Gonna cum for me like a good slut?"

Park Jimin always takes his time. Always does things nice and slow to assure the best outcome possible.

But he can't contain the acceleration of his hips against yours as your walls clench impossibly tight around his cock, your orgasm finally taking over . Can't contain himself from falling forward again, hand twisting your head in his direction and his mouth searching for yours in a fiery and messy kiss. And he most definitely can't barely contain himself from cumming when your you ask him to spit in your mouth.

"You're gonna kill me." he breathes, removing himself off you and quickly maneuvering you on your back, his dick finding its way back inside you. Picking up right where he left off, skin slapping against skin in an obscene melody, he collects a considerate amount of saliva in his mouth before dropping it into your welcoming tongue, watching you swallow with a smile he hopes he'll be the only one to see in the future.

And that's what has the last bit of his self restraint slipping from his fingers. He somehow manages to rip the top of your dress down, fabric tearing until your tits are free and his mouth is attacking your nipples, white strings of his release panting your walls, some of it them oozing out that he fucks back right into you.

It's between ragged breaths, kisses and tender carresses that Jimin promises you more dates in the future and new dresses that he can't promise not to savage apart again.

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