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[dianasprnce]

this is soooo cute

[teddybeartoji]

彡 GUARDIANS OF THE TINY SEA URCHIN BOY

☆. contains: satoru gojo x gn!reader; fluff!!!, non-curse au, idk what this timeline is but both reader and satoru are adults and gumi is tiny + reader is his kindergarten teacher wc: 3k

you love you job.

you love taking care of the kids, teaching them, caring for them. and that of course applies for megumi, too. he's a pretty quiet kid, very straightforward and doesn't seem too affected by his guardian being away on a work trip when you ask him about it. you've never met the guy but it always makes you snicker whenever megumi's nose scrunches when he's brought up. or the little pout that tugs on his lips – the grumpiest and the fakest one to ever be conjured in the history of the world. you know it's fake; you've seen the care and devotion the little boy puts into the cards and the art he makes, always promising to show them to his keeper in a hushed voice.

but then one day... he's a quieter than usual, stares at you a little more than usual (he's so sure you don't see him)(or the way he's fiddling with the hem of his shirt). it's playtime and you're comfortably sitting in a bean bag, laughing with some other kids, eyeing the little sea urchin from the corner of your eye. after giving the other kids an impossible mission to complete outside, you usher the boy closer.

"gumi, come here."

and he does the cutest little eye roll known to mankind but nevertheless makes his way over to you. not pressuring him, you let him stand while you ask about the new comic book that came out (you heard him mention it once or twice) and oh, how his eyes widen. you surpress a giggle at the boy, and when you see his eyes flick between you and the bean bag you're sitting on, you finally motion for him to take a seat next to you. and he does.

he still feels a little unsure; like he wants to keep the information threathing to spill inside, despite the want to tell you all about it. seeing this, you decide to start talking about your own little hobby, doing big gestures as to try and crack a smile (it works)(he tries to hide it but you know better). and in the end he does relax and subconciously leans toward you when he starts introducing the comic.

digging out your phone, you let him show you the characters, the powers they have and how cool they all are. the smile on your face is making your cheeks hurt; glad that the boy feels secure and safe around you to tell you all this. some other kids bump in a few times, showing you the worms they dug up or beg for a napkin to wipe their face after they sneezed so hard that snot flew out. megumi's little scrunched up face only made you laugh more.

after a while you can feel him melt into you, his talk almost slurring, his eyes growing heavy. deciding to put away the phone, you move in your spot but a pair of hands clutch onto your arm. "'m not going anywhere." you assure him with a gentle smile as your hand finds its way into his hair, pushing through the unruly strands. he doesn't look at you, hiding his face into your shoulder.

"if i tell you something, do you promise you won't tell anyone?"

it's a ghost of a whisper, buried into the sleeve of your shirt. vulnerable.

"never. i would never."

it takes him another second to gather up the last pieces of confidence. the last pieces of strenght to open up his little tiny heart.

"i-i miss him." his little hands stay clutching onto your sleeve, not enough to stretch the material but just enough to let you know how hard this is for him. how he's taking the big step, how he's inviting you in with a shaky voice.

the hand in his dark hair never stops its movements, staying combing through it, feeling him nuzzle deeper into you. "oh, sweetheart. i'm sure you do." you hum quietly. "he's gonna be back really soon though. i promise."

you feel him nod against you. when another kid emerges from the outside, you quietly ask for her to whisper and swallow another giggle when she starts dramatically tiptoeing closer to you, ready to tie a newly made bracelet over your wrist. it's beautiful.

you stay like that for almost two hours – sitting in the bean bag with your arm locked securely in megumi's hold as he's letting out small little snores. you don't mind. you don't mind at all.

most of the kids have already left, their parents having come after them. they always greet you with a smile and thank you for keeping their kids happy and safe and it always warms your heart. there's nothing else you'd love more than this. and how the kids say bye... some of them hug you, some of them land a fat smooch on your cheek, one of them always shakes your hand (very firmly)(a lot of people could learn a thing from him). and all of them always wave with the brightest smiles on their faces.

you're eyeing the warm late afternoon sun from your spot on the bean bag when you hear the door open and close, a pair of loud footsteps approaching. megumi's guardian, surely.

tearing your eyes from the sun, you turn to meet the man and oh... his mouth is ajar as if he was about to yell out for megumi in the most dramatic way possible (he was). his crystal blue eyes shine in the very same light you were just basking in, taking in the sight before him. his lips close and reform into the warmest smile before he's whispers a small hi.

"hi." you answer with a smile of your own. nobody told you that he was gonna like that. sure, you've seen megumi's drawings but no offense to the boy – they do not do him justice. this has to be to most handsome guy you've ever seen. and he's your age, too. "you're here for megumi, right?"

he nods, leaning on the doorframe. "satoru."

after you introduce yourself, he repeats your name, tasting it on his tongue - and you're now stuck with the memory of one of the older faculty members saying something about how it's always very unprofessional to have crushes on the parents and whatnot. and whatnot.

he makes his way over – keeping his eyes on his beloved boy, sleeping oh, so comfortably in your arms. the way his chest is rising and falling steadyly, his fingers digging into your shirt. his heart swells.

kneeling in front of you, he smiles at the boy before turning his focus to his keeper. the golden sunlight is making your eyes shine and when you give him a shy little smile, he knows megumi is in safe hands.

"you're new?" he whispers.

"mhmm. and you don't actually have to whisper." satoru's eyes flick to megumi and you understand his question without him asking it. "oh, he's out. like a light. we've been sitting here for what?" you look at the clock before continuing. "two hours?"

satoru's smile widens at that. "he's kept you locked up for two hours?"

raising your hand from megumi's hair, you cover your mouth, hiding a grin. "he's cute, no harm done."

satoru hums. "he is. pretty sure you're the first teacher to see him like this."

"yeah." lowering your hand back down, you brush a few strands from his eyes, making his nose scrunch up and making the two of you swoon over the pouty kid. "i'm very honored."

satoru's eyes flick back to you. there's a certain softness in them, despite the deep dark purple peeking out from underneath the skin under them. you don't know what kind of a job he has but you know it sometimes requires him to be away for a while. it must be hard for him too; hard to leave his boy in some stranger's hands. but satoru is already convinced that you're no stranger.

"i'm glad he has you."

you feel a tint of blush making its way over your cheeks because of the sincerity in his tone. he really means it.

"but seriously, though? you've been sitting in the same spot for two hours? you're telling me your feet aren't dead?" he deadpans with a smirk.

lowering your head, you confess: "i have to go to the bathroom so badly."

he almost doubles over, holding a palm over his mouth, hiding the laughter ready to burst out. you try to glare at him but it's useless – you're holding your laughter with him a second after.

your body shakes with the giddyness, making megumi stir and you still. caressing his cheek, you try to make sure he ignores the two giggling adults next to him and stays asleep.

"and yes, my arm is dead but c'mon, how was i supposed to say no to this?" as if on cue, megumi lets out a content breath, his lips molding into his usual little pout, which in return makes the two of you look at him fondly. again.

"no, don't worry. i understand – he's a real charmer." he whispered. "what got him in this mood, anyway? nothing happened, right?" his eyes widen as the words leave his mouth, concern painting his face in a second.

trying to soothe his worry, you immediately shake your head. "no, no. he's okay. nothing happened." satoru exhales deeply, hand covering his heart. you don't think he even knows how worried he looked just now.

"but?" his voice breaks the small silence. "i feel like there's a 'but' here."

giving him a smile, you look the sleeping boy locked onto your arm. "i promised i wouldn't tell, though..."

"wha-?" the grown man's lip pull into a pout and you realize that the boy really does take after him. "but i need to know..."

deciding to make sure that megumi is still in fact, sleeping, you check his breathing – steady as ever, so you beckon the man a little closer.

"he missed you that's all."

it's so quiet. not even a whisper but satoru hears the words loud and clear. his eyes fall to his boy once more, something so tender in them – making your own heart beat a little louder. "but don't tell him i told you. i promised i wouldn't."

"never. i'd never take this from you." he rests his one hand beside your thigh on the bean bag, while the other goes to smooth over his cheek. the poor boy would die of embarrassment if he were to witness all this affection bestowed upon him. "thank you for telling me."

your gazes meet again, the love in them mixing together into a warm goo, filling the room and connecting the three of you forever.

"of course."

there's a comfortable silence between you and the man. a man you met mere minutes ago but when he bends over to pick up the bracelet made out of red string and continues to tie it back on your wrist without a word, you're certain you know him. or maybe knew him in another life; whatever the case, you were meant to meet again.

you thank him but he casually brushes it off as if it wasn't a big deal, as if he did it on instict, his fingers already itching to do things for you.

"is your bladder about to explode, by the way?" teasing. his tone is teasing and you can't help but reward him with another smile. his favourite pay.

"yes– yes, it fucking is." it takes you a second to realize what just slipped from between your lips. eyes growing twice their size as you stare back at satoru, who's, of course, already silently laughing, the corners of his lips reaching his ears. "you heard nothing."

"this is who's been taking care of the kids? wow, does the faculty know of the foul mouth you're sporting?"

"hey!" you whisper shout at him and before you can even register your own movements, your free hand lands a soft punch against his strong chest. it's always very unprofessional to have crushes on the parents. this time real heat paints your cheeks and the tips of your ears.

"sorry– i'm sorry." the only thing you can do is to mutter a quick apology - you're embarrassing yourself and you can't even run from it, the sleeping boy keeping you in your place and you're honestly ready to spiral because you just kind of hit (punched, even) him - this is definitely you crossing a line. and what if he really gets mad now and actually tells the faculty—

another wave of laughter breaks you from your thoughts. and then his own hand makes contact – landing firmly on your thigh; not to far up to make it like that but it's there to reassure that he's not a snitch of any kind and that's he's truly happy to have you as megumi's teacher. nothing better than having a real person looking after your boy.

but it is satoru gojo – it wouldn't be him if he didn't tease you properly at least once. "you're so cute like this. curses and hits being thrown here and there, whew! a great rolemodel for the kids, for sure."

you're burning up, almost afraid that you'll wake gumi with the heat emitting from your body. satisfied with the result, satoru gives your thigh a squeeze. "i'm kidding, i'm kidding. no harm done, right?"

he's gazing at you, borderline burning his eyes into yours with a sly smirk and now you also understand why megumi keeps calling his guardian very annoying every chance he gets.

"yeah." you quirp. "anyway, my ass is getting really sore now, so i think it's best to-" in attempt to escape the stealth attack on your heart, you try to change the topic, even when the weight of satoru's eyes stays on you for a second longer.

you shift your gaze to megumi, raising your hand to his face, gently tracing down his nose and booping it. you brush more of his hair from his face, trying to pull him from his dreamland as softly as you can. "megumi, look, who's here...."

his lips press into another pout as you land a second boop on his nose, finally making him stir. his eyes open ever so slowly, gazing up at you as he raises his fist to rub out the sleep.

"hey, gumi."

satoru's voice stills the boy. his body doesn't move, his eyes alone turning from you to the source of the voice. and the second his green eyes meet the blue ones – he's burying his face into the crook of satoru's neck. you observe their little reunion; megumi's hands are so tight around his neck, most certainly choking the man but he doesn't mind. he doesn't mind at all. satoru's arms wrap around the boy, holding him safe and sound right to his chest, to his heartbeat.

"missed me?"

megumi grumbles something into him, something unintelligible but most definitely something that resembles a kid's insult. satoru's mischievous eyes meet yours and you bite your lip, trying to look as stern as possible when the both of you know that you're just holding back another beautiful smile.

"let's go home, yeah?"

megumi nods as satoru stands with the boy in his arms. when you start pushing yourself up, he lends you a hand - his warm fingers easily engulfing yours in a quick motion. the touch lingers, skin on skin longer than needed. neither of you say comment on it – the butterflies in your stomach would gladly do all of the talking for you. you walk them to the door, staring at the sleepy little megumi, who's glancing at you over satoru's shoulder every two seconds.

you hand satoru megumi's pack and then gently place his jacket over his shoulders before giving one final rub on his back. "be good, yeah?"

he hums back, green eyes finding safe haven in yours. another smile is threathing to show when you wink at him, so he buries himself back into satoru's neck, making the man laugh loudly. this is the first time you hear it for real. it ripples through his whole body, his chest –shaking megumi as it does, it bounces off the walls of the room and finds its way to you and your ears. it's irresistible – you can't not respond with the same when he does it, the current just pulling you along. and it'll keep you for a long time.

"it was nice to meet you. finally."

"oh, you've been waiting for this?"

...

yeah, you walked right into that one, you admit your unfortune, but luckily megumi is there to save you by giving him a hard nudge on the back.

"okay, okay, little guy.... can't even hit on his teachers in peace..." he sighs, earning a way stronger hit and a way darker blush on your cheeks. "it was really nice meeting you too. finally."

you give him a small nod, fingers playing with the bracelet. you watch him carry the boy toward the door, ready to go home and calm your heart.

"wait-" satoru turns just as he steps outside into the sunlight. his eyes shine now even more than they did inside, almost blinding you. "how come you're not running to the bathroom? i thought you were dying."

"well, i was trying to be polite and wait until you leave, so you know..." lowering your voice, you tell him: "fuck off already." flashing him one final smile, the one he's gonna think about for the rest of the night (for the rest of many many nights), you motion for him to move along.

a quick little bye is all he gets before you close the door after him, leaving him standing in from of the house with a stupid smitten grin on his face. if it weren't for megumi, he'd probably stay standing there. "they said fuck." the boy whispers.

"fuck yeah." he laughs before he ruffles megumi's hair, finally making their way over to his car. "by the way, you're an awful wingman, buddy..."

[jwanniie]

Can u do gp assassin minji x reader where minji was tasked to take down an important person but as she was observing he

Pairings: G!p Assasin Minji x f!reader!

Warnings: dub-con, somno,slight non-con at first, Assasin minji, knife play, degrading, pet names, p in v, unprotected sex (don’t be silly wrap your Willy), slight breeding at the end, cervix fucking, mention of pregnancy, kinda kidnapping at the end, not proofread, just filthy smut!!

Word count: 1,6k

Jwans note: huh😮‍💨 after a month of not posting, it was difficult to actually start writing and I felt ashy and dry.🫣 but my long ass summer break started, so I will be posting more (yayy), I’m going to a trip with my friends in few days so YIPPEEEEE😍😍I’m so excited (uwu)👁️👅👁️

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Minji was good at her job, or that’s what she could say, extremely good. Don’t you get fooled by the sweet plump lips, gorgeous smile that made everyone forget about their worries or the eyes that stared at you so delicately. To say that at first when you meet her you’d think she’d work on those cat cafes, kindergarten teacher or a major that inquired art would be an understatement.

The plot twist is that the most innocent and dreamy looking people turn into the most twisted and full of secrets individuals. The ones that you’d look at and think ‘no way they would do that?!’. But like the famous George Eliot said “don’t judge a book by its cover.” applied in most situations.

Minji worked as a professional assasin, she took 47 people down without an ounce of effort, the police tried to investigate those cases, but the outcome would always be a hair gripping disappointment. Nonetheless the only hope the police always had was the small ‘Mj’ that was slowly tatted into the victim’s skin with probably a dagger or an extremely sharp blade. They tried to see possible nail scratches, DNA, fingerprints, they even tried to look at the security cameras but there was no sign of anyone entering or leaving, it was like she appeared out of nowhere and disappeared into thin air.

Minji did not like the idea of being under someone's authority or taking orders from anyone. She preferred to work for herself and to be her own boss. However, on occasions, she would consider offers that came with a filthy payment. And that’s what happened with you.

There was this guy who came to Minji and told her he will give her a horrible amount of money if she can take you down. From what she heard from that guy is that you were some really famous and wealthy man’s daughter, and an only child. Your father had a company and by that company he hid his illegal business like money laundering, drug producing, tax evasion and bribery. And to what she also heard is that your dad had stolen money and refuses to give it back to the guy who came to her and that’s why he wanted to get a revenge from your father.

Minji has figured out your schedule with her ways and planned a day when you'll be very busy and tired, so you'll go straight to bed. This will make Minji's job much easier.

Minji wore baggy jeans and a long sleeved black shirt to avoid any suspicion. She let her hair loose to make her features appear more unrecognizable and she had black mask in her black tote bag to wear once she’s in your apartment and in case you’ll wake up.

She tip toed to your apartment building. The building was very minimalistic compared to what she heard who your dad was and how filthy rich you are. She expected a whole apartment building just for you to live in. But it turned out that you lived in an apartment which had families, students and office workers, like any apartment.

She pressed the elevator button and soon she stepped inside. She looked for number ‘12’ and soon she found it. The elevator was pretty fast and it wasn’t long till she was in her desired floor.-Her eyes traveled to all of the doors, in search for the apartment ‘47’. She later stood in front of the door, the lock getting destroyed by her and the door opening. A dark hall getting exposed to her eyes. She timidly and slowly walks in, taking in every little detail.

The hall was soon done and she was met with a closed door by her right, this was where your room could be since all of the other doors of the apartment were open and this was the only door closed.

She quietly opened the door being met with a laying figure, blanket draped over your thighs and lower abdomen while your upper body was exposed to cold air. The moon shining through the window making a dainty and delicate silhouette appear on the wall.

You were in a deep void, so out of this world, too deep in sleep to wake up anytime soon. Your breathing was soft and almost soundless while your chest was inhaling and exhaling slowly.

She was so fascinated by the sight she almost forgot her mission, she felt a rush of blood down her member, her pants feeling way too tight for her liking. She was ripped back to reality when you changed your position, now laying on your back.

She walked closer to your bed, admiring you now from so close. Taking in the little details, she couldn’t adore from far there. She noticed how the cold air made your nipples poke from your silky black night gown. The way the blanket was so down that your thighs were bare till the knees.

Since she already came all the way here, why can’t she have you at least once or maybe twice and then murder you? It would be fast and beside who can stop her, you are asleep and even if you did wake up. Would you fight her back? You can’t. She can just end you with a second. You were basically under her mercy.

She placed her bag on the nightstand before hovering over you. Her legs straddling your thighs. She slid down her slacks before tossing them across the bedroom. You had easy clothing, fast to remove or even rip. She took the hem of the night gown and lifted it till your breasts. She groaned at the sight, you had no panties on, just so easy and beautiful to use. Your perky mounds were soft and so plushy begging to be sucked and worshipped. While the hips to waist ratio was absolutely perfect.

Fuck, she had to kill such a precious and beautiful doll.

Her length was at this point so upwards, the tip angry red while spilling creamy white substance and her balls heavy and almost purple-ish.-Without any prepping or anything she slammed herself in, immediately groaning at the suck of your cunt. Your walls hugging her so tightly, almost too hard to move.

Her both hands went to your breasts, cupping them, while the pad of her thumb started toying with your nipples. Twisting and squeezing the hardened bud.

Your cunt got wetter with every thrust of her hips which made her pace pick up even more, her tip kissing your cervix with every single thrust.

The uncomfortable feeling in your lower region made your eyes flutter open, slightly contemplating is this a dream or the reality. But with every passing second the feeling got even more real and you were getting conscious back again.

When you were fully aware. You were going to let out a bloody scream but before you could even open your mouth, her hand found it way above your mouth. She didn’t stop her hips movements instead, getting even more faster.

Her other hand went to the nightstand, she was rummaging through her back and you were trying to see what she was trying to find. Your curiosity was soon replaced with fear when you saw what she was looking for.

She was looking for one of those kitchen knives in every typical horror movies.-There was soon a sinister evil smile across her face. Her dark eyes looked at your fear full ones.

“I’m not stopping doll, so you better also enjoy this, don’t cause me trouble and if you do..you know your faith.” She said while the tip of the knife was running across your skin. Hard enough to make a small scratch, but not hard enough to let out blood.

Her movements were in halt but soon she started again. She was ramming your insides, you hated to admit that it felt good, way too good.

She was pounding you like there was no tomorrow, well it kinda is true. Her hands let go from your mouth and you wish she didn’t. Now she has to hear the sounds you let for her. Then she thinks you are enjoying this.

With another hit of her tip on your cervix, you let out a loud moan, a pressure on your lower abdomen lingering there.

She chuckled darkly at the sound her tip taking the knife in her grasp.

“Turned out you were enjoying this, huh? Such a pretty little slut!” The sharp blade was running across your inner thighs the fear turning into pleasure. She slightly made the blade sink into your skin, a small bloody cut was now on your inner thighs.

The pain turned you even more on. The pain making your walls clasp around her uncontrollably. Nonetheless she continued her ramming, her tip was completely out before slamming with full force in. The cycle continued.

With the last womb fucking of her cock you reached your climax. Pleasure running through your body while squirming now underneath her.

Your pussy was squeezing her cock after your release and that made her reach her own high, she fucked you faster and with more passion now that she was close.

Without warning her essence painted your walls white, splashing right into your womb. She fucked harder through her high, you were whining and moving under her, the overwhelming feeling of overstimulation hitting you harder than ever. Her cum was now deeper, leaving you with a risk of pregnancy.

“Maybe I should keep you and just tell them I killed you? You would be my personal fuck doll!” She said before wrapping a tape right on top of your mouth, not even waiting to hear your answer.

[mxtantrights]

Omg on jason having twins, i think he’d be an utter mess on their first day of school. Like you got this massive brick shithouse of a man practically trembling while barely holding back tears as he drops off his babies at kindergarten or first grade.

a/n: thank you anon for sending this in! <333 I can't thank you enough and I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it!!!

You thought the hardest part of seeing you twins off to kindergarten would be the kids. But it's actually seeing Jason say goodbye to them that undoes you.

He's crouched down to be at their level. The both go them, Peter and Cassie, are looking at him intently. With their books bags on their bags and their lunch pails in their hands. Cassie let Jason do her hair today, two space buns with purple scrunchies. Peter let you pick his shirt, a fresh green graphic tee.

You sniffle as you take them in.

Jason holds onto Peter's hand and cups the side of Cassie's face.

"Now, you don't have to go today if you don't want to. You can stay at home and we can try again tomorrow. It's okay." Jason says.

"We wanna go." Peter says.

"Yeah daddy." Cassie agrees.

Jason nods his head, "Of course. You two are so smart. You're gonna do so good. You hardly get that from me."

"You're smart daddy!" Cassie says, throwing herself onto him.

Jason doesn't even move when she does that. He is kneeling there and his right arm at his side, the other in Peter's hand. Peter joins in on the hug too.

"I'm gonna miss you guys." Jason says.

Jason engulfs the both of them in a hug. You wanna go over there and join in but you know if you do then they might never actually go in. It's one thing to see Jason not wanting to let go, but if they see it from you they'll probably skip kindergarten altogether.

"Me too!" Peter says.

Jason lets go first. He pulls away from them and takes them in again. Then he gives them each a kiss on the top of their heads. Peter gets an extra one because Cassie turns around and runs through the front door.

Then Peter follows after her. Ever the little brother.

Jason stands up and turns to you. Now you can see his eyes that are red and brimmed with tears. You jog over and wrap your arms around him. He wraps his arms around you within hesitation and places his head into the crook of your neck.

"It's okay. We'll see them later." you say.

"Maybe we can pick them up early?" he asks, and you know he's half joking and half serious.

"No can do. We gotta let the little birds leave the nest." you answer.

[phoward89]

Based on this ask

Academy! Coryo x Academy!Reader,

WARNING ⚠️ Coriolanus is a warning in and of itself. Smut, p in v, tittie sucking, tittie fucking, cum licking, groping, cussing, first time, just the tip is NEVER just the tip, Obsessed!Coryo, Big Breasted!Reader, Pervy!Coryo, Virgin!Coriolanus, Virgin!Reader, Shy!Reader

When you hit puberty you begin developing breasts faster than your peers. When the other girls are in training bras you're wearing an underwire. And then when everyone hit high school at the Academy, well they're in cute little demi-bras and Lacey bralettes while you're in full coverage/support bras. You have a drawer full of underwires, front closures, etc. Yes, your bras are cute too, but unlike the other girls at the Academy you have to go to a special bra/lingerie shop that specializes in products for large breasted women.

Your mother was shocked that you're so busty since she's on the smaller side. Your older brother, Rein, was so afraid that you'd be taken advantage of or find yourself in trouble with boys because of having big boobs at such a young age. He more of less big boob shamed you (which you learned after dating your boyfriend wasn't cool) and convinced you to wear larger/baggy shirts to hide the size of your boobs.

So for years you listened to your brother and wore larger shirts. Underneath your shirts you always had a strappy tank or a cami on over your bra, to work as an undershirt/barrier between your skin and the larger, baggy shirts you always wore.

One day, when you're in your senior year literature class, you feel like you're being watched. As if somebody's breathing down your neck. You look over your shoulder, trying to catch whoever’s staring you down in the act, only to see your classmate with his head buried in his book.

Coriolanus Snow.

You've known him since kindergarten. He's best friends with Sejanus Plinth. You're friends with both of them, but it's not like you hang out with them alot. Or actually it's not like you hang out with Coriolanus a lot. You hang out with Sej. In fact your mother encourages it. But you think that's cause his family's filthy rich.

You just brush off your feelings as silly, as being paranoid. The boy with a halo of light golden curls wasn't leering at you, he had his prominent nose in his copy of The Crucible. He was the top of your class; very serious and studious.

Of course he's engrossed in his book. The same book you and the rest of the class are reading.

It's about the Salem Witch Trials thousands of years ago in a New England colony of North America during the Pre-Panem times. The book's actually a screen play by a famous writer- Arthur Miller. Your teacher says that there's a film too; that once the class has finished reading the book, testing on it, and writing the thesis on it, then the class will watch the movie.

Oh, you can't wait for that.

You go back to reading your book, causing Coriolanus to let out a tiny breath he didn't even know he was holding. The top student was, in fact, staring at you like you hung the moon and stars. Truth be told, he stares at you in the few classes you share.

Coriolanus always sits behind you, looking at you longingly. He's known you for at least 12 years now, but it wasn't until this year that he realized he needs you.

Biblically!

Coriolanus is enthralled by you. There's just something about you, he can't quite put his finger on it, that makes his cock twitch and his balls tingle. His palms go sweaty and his mouth waters. He can't look at you without getting hard.

Hell, he's thankful for the godforsaken kilt that's apart of the Academy uniform otherwise he'd have visible wet spots (cum stains) on the crotch of his pants. Yes, he cums just by staring at you and fantasizing about all the things he wants to do with you.

God, how he wants to fuck your pussy for bad. You're such a smart, sweet girl and he's got a dark desire to fuck you dumb. He also wants to fuck your throat until your vocal chords are shit to hell. Damn, he wouldn't mind tearing up your ass either.

And of course, he wants to eat your cunt. He also wants to suck on your titties. Coriolanus will never admit it, but he's a boob guy. Bigger the boobiea the better.

But that's the only thing about you that puzzles him. Your boobs. He can't get a good estimate on their size by looking at you because you always wear baggy and loose shirts.

Coriolanus often imagined what your tits look like underneath your light blue uniform shirt. He hopes that one day he gets the chance to find out.

Almost being caught staring at you was what Coriolanus needed to give him the courage to approach you. He's been staring at you like a creep since Fall and it's now late Spring, so it's time to make his intentions known.

Coriolanus’ icy blue eyes look at you from over his book as he hatches a plan to get you to go out with him. He knows that you're friends with Sejanus and that the big bear of a boy has a crush on you, so he needs to make his move fast.

Maybe after class?

Yes, Coriolanus decides he'll approach you after class.

You're packing your stuff up in your Academy issued leather satchel whenever a shadow falls over you. You look at, curious to see who's casting a shadow over you, only to see Coriolanus’ tall form towering over you.

“Hi, Coriolanus.” You smile, closing your satchel.

“Please, Y/N, call me Coryo.” The handsome blonde boy insists with a smile.

“Okay, Coryo.” You agree to use the nickname while slinging the satchel over your shoulder. “So?...”

“I was wondering, my darling, if you, perhaps, would like to eat lunch with me?”

“Are you asking me out on a date to the mess hall for lunch?”

“Yes?” Coryo smiled, sounding nervous.

You thought it was so cute how Coriolanus Snow, who's usually so composed and confident, was a bundle of nerves asking you on a lunch date. His cheeks were flushed and the tips of his ears were pink.

“Okay, let's go.” You tell him, smiling happily.

And that's the moment that Coryo snagged you up as his girl.

You've been with Coryo for a couple of months now and the boy's eager to get into your panties. So eager that if he doesn't fuck you soon then he's going to explode and die. Well, not really just metaphorically, but still…If he doesn't get to stick his desperate over horny, pervy big cock into your tight virgin cunt he's going to lose his mind.

And it's not like his sanity's that stable to begin with. He's already a bit obsessive with you.

The 10th Hunger Games is fastly approaching and nobody really gives a shit. There's commercials for it on CapitolTV, but people’s grown bored of it. It'll be airing in about 3 weeks, starting with the reaping on July 4th.

And of course in your social studies class you're learning about the reason for the games- again. The Academy teaches it every year. It's overkill really. Of course, your teacher assigned a group project about the good of the games, blah blah blah. You could care less, but of course your boyfriend volunteers to be your partner for the project.

And he cares.

Not about the games, but the grade that the project on the good of the games can grant the two of you.

So, that's how you find yourself in your bedroom on your bed books scattered around and a poster board on the floor one afternoon after school. Your mother's staying the week with her boyfriend, trying to fuck and marry her way out of living paycheck to paycheck, so you're home alone with Coryo.

Which is why your project supplies are scattered all over and Coryo's got you in his lap, tongue shoved down your throat as he kisses you like a starving man that's just been given his first meal in years.

You've kissed Coryo before a few times since you've been dating, but nothing like this. Nothing were you're all alone with no one to interrupt you, where you have the freedom to maul each other's faces off while breathlessly melding your lips together and rocking your lower bodies together.

Coryo hasn't been able to cop a feel of your boobs yet, since you've never been alone for too long or always had the fear of somebody walking into the room on you. But now, since you've got your apartment all to yourselves for a few days, your boyfriend with the light golden blonde curls is finally able to fondle your tits. Unknown to him, you're very busty.

And unknown to you, Coryo's a simple man with simple tastes when it comes to a woman's body. He's a classic T&A man.

He loves himself some good old tits and ass. And the bigger the titties the better.

Coryo's mouth pulls away from yours, leaving a messy trail of spit hanging between your kiss swollen lips. As you pant, trying to catch your breath, your boyfriend's leaving sloppy open mouth kisses along your jawline and down your neck. You feel warmth pooling between your legs and let out a little mewl, but then your eyes go wide as you feel Coriolanus' large hands each grab at one of your large breasts.

Coryo smiled into the crook of your neck as he realizes that you're hiding some big ole boobies underneath your loose fitting uniform shirt. Fuck, he squeezes your big boobs again while lifting his head up. A wide, manic grin spreads over Coryo's face. “You're hiding some big titties under this baggy shirt, huh, baby?”

“Coryo…” You sigh, feeling a bit embarrassed, while trying to squirm away from him.

“What's wrong, Y/N?” Coryo asks, feeling a bit rejected as you try to push him away. “I thought we were having a good time fucking around?”

“We were but then…” You trail off, only to wave a hand in front of your big boobs.

Coriolanus’ brow knitted and his nose twitched slightly in disbelief. “What? You mean you're embarrassed that I grabbed your perfect, squeezable tits?”

“It's embarrassing to be 18 and have boobs bigger then some grown women, Coryo. It's-” You began to explain why you're self conscious about your big breath only for him to, oh so eloquently (not) interrupt you with, “That's bullshit, Y/N.”

You blinked at him, unsure of how to react to his sudden outburst.

“I like titties; ass too, and believe me the bigger the better.” Your boyfriend, who’s usually so prim and proper, bluntly tells you.

“Yea?” You ask a bit thickly, feeling all of your nerves fluttering in your stomach like butterflies.

“Yea.” Coryo nods, a lopsided grin on his lush lips. “How ‘bout you show me what's underneath your shirt? Hmm?” He suggests, waggling his brows.

“Okay.” You nod, causing your boyfriend to quickly unbutton your shirt.

But as soon as he pushes your open shirt over your shoulders he's signing in frustration. Tilting his head and giving you a sideways look, he dryly asks, “Why're you wearing another shirt for?”

“I always wear a cami over my bra. It's a barrier between my skin and the loose fitting shirt; it also slims down the bulk of my boobs.” Was the explanation You gave your stumped boyfriend.

“Well, I don't think that you need to do that anymore, Y/N. And, darling, I also think that you need to wear shirts that actually fit you.” Coryo tells you his honest opinion while grabbing the hem of your strappy camisole, he pulls it up. You raised your arms, letting him pull it up over your head. Tossing it over his shoulder, he licked his lips as he saw your big boobs threatening to spill out of your bra. “Let's free these puppies, shall we, baby?” He rhetorically asked, icy eyes gleaming with joy.

You nod and unhook your bra for him. As soon as you finish taking off your simple, but supportive bra, your boyfriend's on you like a magnet. His hands are grabbing and jiggling your large breasts while he burries his face in your cleavage.

Coryo feels like he died and went to Elysium as he sucks and nips the the sides of your boobs, where your cleavage is. Oh gods, how he loves your big ol’ boobies. Being face first in them turns him on, makes him harder than he's ever been in his entire life.

Coryo pays your big breasts lots and lots of attention. He sucks, kisses, and nips them all over before alternating sucking and pinching your nipples. He massages, gropes, jiggles, and fondles your big tits. He even takes his shirt off and makes you ride his thigh while your chests are pressed together.

Fuck, he just loves the feel of your perfectly big titties.

You're laying on your bed, legs spread wide open as Coryo fucks you with just the tip of his cock. Because just the tip doesn't count. It's not real sex if it doesn't go all the way in.

At first the two of you agreed to mutual.masterbation sitting across from each other on your bed. But then with how horny and pervy your boyfriend is, that turned into you two practically inches away from each other with him saying that the tip of his cock would feel so good in your cunt. That you could rub your clit and get off while he could jack off and get off.

At first you were iffy about it, saying that you've never done anything like that before. But he assured you that if you didn't like it then he'd stop.

Well, as it turns out you really liked it and he didn't stop.

“Coryo, your tip feels so good.” You mewl, rubbing your clit as you were trying to satisfy that itch you needed to scratch, that tingling feeling twitching deep inside of your wet cunt.

“Fuck, baby.” Coryo half groaned, pumping his shaft while lightly thrusting the tip of his cock in and out of your juicy wet cunt. His large cock’s red and angry with arousal. If he doesn't fuck you, really fuck you balls deep, then he's going to go completely insane.

Not like he isn't already halfway to looney tunes town already, but still…

“Baby, please, just let me slide my cock all the way in. Let me fuck you; make us both feel so good.”

“But I don't have the birth control implant; were too young for an accident.”

“How bout after you cum I pull out and tittie fuck you; cum all over ‘em big ol’ titties I love.” Coryo suggested while bucking his hips a tiny bit harder; making his tip slide a little bit deeper into your slippery wet cunt. A cunt that wants to greedily suck his cock inside of her warm, wet depths.

“Okay.” You nod. “But you have to promise to pull out and cum my tits, Coryo.”

“I will, baby. I promise, I will “ Coryo quickly swears before slamming his hips into yours and sliding his cock past your barrier and into the tight, hot, wet canal of your virgin cunt.

Or should he say no longer virginal cunt. Just like his 8 inch cock's no longer a virgin cock. Oh, how he loves the fact that he's finally fucking you after so long.

Coryo, having never fucked anyone before (just his fist and he's desperately humped his pillow a few times while fantasizing about you too, but he'll never admit) was a bit jumpy and all over the place with his movements. His thrusts were uneven and all too buckled. You were feeling desperate for some kind of relief so you start canting your hips up, chasing your high. A high that you desperately need.

Your hips rising up to meet his grounded your boyfriend's thrusts, gave him a guide on how to pace himself. Well, how to pace himself as best as he could cause he still wasn't really slowing down or something out of his motions.

It's only his first time (yours too) so it's going to take a couple more times of exploring each other to get more comfortable with fucking. He's a horny teenager after all.

Seeing your big tits bouncing around as he fucking you desperately into the mattress had Coryo in a trance. Goddamn, how he loves watching your big boobies jiggling around. The sounds of them smacking against your skin was like music to his ears.

The platinum blonde with a halo of curls dipped his head down and began sucking on one of your nipples while squeezing and smacking your other boob with his large hand. His free forearm was bracing the mattress, keeping him balanced and upright as he frantically fucked you like a bitch in heat.

Oh god how your tight pussy felt so good around his cock. And playing with your big titties as he rutted against you was.the icing on the cake.

The feeling of his large cock sliding in and out of your cunt, slamming into your special spongy spot, paired with the feeling your his mouth and his hands on your boobs had you nearing your peek. One on your hands was on his shoulder, nails digging into the skin; sure to leave marke, while the other was between your legs rubbing your clit.

“I'm so close, Coryo.” You whine, causing him to pull his mouth off of your boob with a loud pop.

‘Let me play with your pussy, baby.” He tells you, batting your hand away from your pussy only to replace it with his own. As his thumb quickly rubs fast circles against your clit, he fucks you fast while ordering, “Fondle your titties for me, baby.”

So, as he continues to pound you fast and desperately, you play with your nipples and grab at your big boobs- just like Coryo told you too.

Suddenly, the feeling of everything’s too much and the dam breaks. White hot pleasure shoots thru you as you let out a mix of curses and Coryo's name.

Coriolanus groans as he feels you soak his dick. The feeling is heaven. It feels so good. He continues to fuck into you until your panting and coming down from your high, then he's quickly pulling out of you and scrambling to straddle your chest.

“Y/N, hold your tits together so I can fuck the space between them.” Your boyfriend instructs you, causing you to quickly do as you're told. He quickly positions his dick in your cleavage only to start bucking his hips back and forth.

A throaty moan fell from his throat as he held onto your headboard, looking down at the sight of his cock slipping between your big breasts. “Oh, fuck…that's so hot…” Coryo chokes out in a deep moan. He watched his cock slip in and out, in and out of the tight space you made for him between your perfect breasts by holding them together.

And suddenly, with a final thrust,.his balls are twitching and he's emptying out rope after rope of hot, thick, cum on your boobs.

You stop holding your boobs as Coryo carefully stops straddling your chest and takes his place next to you on the bed. You thought that he was going to reach over to grab some tissues from your bedside table, but he didn't. Instead, Coryo used his tongue to clean the thick, pearly cum off of your boobs.

Yes!

Your boyfriend's so obsessed with your big titties that he licked them clean.

That shocked you.

And then after your big boobies are clean, Coryo kisses you passionately. You can taste the slight saltiness of his cum on his tongue as he slips it into your mouth. It's a very erotic kiss, to say the least.

When you break apart for air, Coryo gives you a satisfied smirk. Pulling you into his chest as he lays back in your bed, he tells you, “That was perfect, baby.” Pressing a kiss to your forehead, he tells you, “We need to get you some shirts that show off my beloved big boobies better. How can I go back to not seeing them on display after what we've just done?”

“I’ll talk to the Academy’s uniform department, get a couple of new shirts in my right size.” You tell Coryo, causing him to smile like a kid in a candy store.

Your project for your social studies class was half-assed and you had to skip your lunch period to work on it in the library since you spent the entire week meant to work on it fucking Coryo. But it all worked out. You and Coryo ended up getting an A+ on the project. You and Coryo also had lots of fun fucking each other and learning each other's bodies.

But one thing that never changed is how obsessed Coryo is about your large breasts. He's so obsessed with them that he'll just cuddle with you and rest his head on them. Something that freaks out your mutual friend, Sejanus Plinth, when he witnesses it at school during lunch and break periods.

But what can you can say? Coryo’s obsessed with your big boobs, but you wouldn't have it any other way.

Especially when the mentoring project comes around…

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[targaryen-dynasty]

SHADOWS PLAY ON IDLE HANDS.

Modern!Aemond Targaryen x (ex-)wife!Reader

WARNINGS: SEXUAL CONTENT—MINORS DNI; oral (fem receiving), p in v, missionary position, unprotected sex, creampie, spitting, tiddy sucking, making up sex, angst (?)

WORDS: 4.3 K

NOTES: Based on this request. Thank you so much, @multyfangirl! 🥰 This is not beta read!

❗️𝐚𝐝𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!

Was it silly of you to think that they’d assign a cabin to all the female supervisors to share back when you signed up to supervise your daughter’s summer camp? Most definitely, because otherwise you wouldn’t be sharing it with your ex-husband right now.

Technically, he’s your soon-to-be ex-husband, considering the divorce hasn’t yet been finalized, but still, he’s the last person you want to share a cabin with. 

It’s night four, and you two haven’t done much talking up until now. With it being a summer camp for children in the kindergarten age, your days are quite busy which allows you to stay away from him as much as possible. 

Unless it’s time for you to go to sleep. 

Walking through the cabin, you go to fetch your pajamas, ready to retire for the night. Aemond lies in his bed, a book in his hand. So far, he’s pretending to not hear you to not acknowledge you, and you’re kind of grateful for it, because it means you don’t have to watch your every move around him. 

Although you’ve been together and married for quite a few years, it does feel like you’re living around a stranger ever since you both came to the conclusion to separate five months ago, him moving out of the house quite early probably playing a big part in it. 

The divorce certainly would settle sooner, if it wasn’t for your daughter, and you both don’t want to make it more traumatizing for her like it already is. 

His voice is somewhat soft when it cuts through the silence, speaking your name and making you flinch and stop on your way to a little nook to get changed in private. 

You can’t deny the warmth that spreads through your body at the sound of it. “Mh?” you raise your brow, looking at him from over your shoulder. 

Despite his lingering eye secretly watching you, he turns his gaze back to the book in his hand. “I need to ask you a question,” he says almost nonchalantly, trying to keep his voice quieter so as to not disturb the silence that surrounds you. 

The mixed signals make you frown, and you shrug your shoulders before disappearing in the little nook. “Don’t really have a choice, do I?” you state rather matter-of-factly than asking. There comes no reply from him, obviously waiting until you're back in view. 

As you emerge from the cranny, you’re dressed in one of his older band shirts that reach your mid-thighs, covering the short, pink shorts you wear. You still sleep in his clothes, despite you separating quite a few months ago, a habit you had picked up pretty early into your relationship. The memories you connect with his old t-shirts always manage to lift up your spirits, remembering the good old days. 

It’s obvious he tries to keep himself occupied with the book, the slight struggle always drawing his eye back towards you. There’s some nostalgia seeing you dressed in his old stuff as well as the shorts only you can get away with wearing. 

Heat spreads on your cheeks as you walk towards your bed, slipping under the covers so his eye would finally stop devouring you. You’re not one to start arguments, especially with the summer camp having barely started, but you know there are some unresolved issues between you two that he’s dying to talk about.  “Your question, Aemond?” 

And then he finally closes his book, placing it on the nightstand table next to his bed to focus all of his attention on you. A shiver runs down your spine at that, and you subconsciously straighten your back. 

“Do you miss me?”

The question surprises you as you don’t expect your ex-husband to ask you such an open question. You’re used to him being a bit more closed off and dismissive when it comes to your relationship, but on the other hand he was never one to beat about the bush. 

You’re left speechless for a moment, until you find the courage to answer in all honesty. “Yes, I do.” There’s no denying it. Not when you’re still wearing his clothes to bed. 

What you don’t expect is the simple “hm” that rumbles in his throat, clearly pleased at your hesitance, before he moves to turn away from you. 

Pressing your lips into a thin line at his reaction, you rub your hands against each other. Taking in a deep breath, you sit up straighter. “You know it wasn’t your fault, right? If anything, our marriage failed because of us, not because of one person alone.”

With the light of the moon shining through the windows of your cabin, highlighting the outline of Aemond, you can spot his body tense slightly at your words, but he does not turn around to face you again. 

He doesn’t speak as he takes in a breath, lying there motionless. The silence seems to stretch on for some time until it’s broken by him. “So, you don’t blame me?”

The urge to scoff at his words is hard to resist, but you manage, wanting to keep the air surrounding you as vulnerable and soft as it is right now. You shake your head, despite him not seeing it at all. “Of course not, Aemond,” you say. “Your father’s death hit us both quite hard, and with the winter fever depression on both sides we just couldn’t support each other through that period of time, I think. Maybe if we would have figured something needed to change, we wouldn’t have called it quits.”

Aemond is quickly reminded of how comfortable he’s always felt around you when you were younger and still together. He has expected that you would simply grow to despise one another completely, and not that you would take the matter into an empathic approach. 

“I should have been more attentive to you,” he says as he remains facing away from you. 

You’re pleasantly surprised about his answer, despite how short it is. The conversation you two are having heads down a more personal route, and it’s something you’re rather enjoying. You’re impressed by the new sense of maturity that he seems to have acquired ever since you parted ways. 

“Bullshit. We should have been more attentive to each other,” you retort, your tone as empathetic as you can make it without seeming over-soft.

“That’s true,” he says. He finally turns around, his eye finding yours. “We weren’t good for each other, were we?”

“And that’s not true,” you counter. “We had our flaws, yes, but if we hadn't been good for each other, our little girl wouldn’t have turned out the way she did. She’s amazing, and that’s to our credit.”

It’s a wonder to the both of you how your daughter turned out so well in spite of all the chaos that goes on between you and your divorce, and truly shows that you two must have done something right in your relationship. 

You sigh, thinking back to fond memories that make you chuckle. “Oh God, I was so cross with you during the birth. The audacity of you holding my hand and asking if I'm okay while I screamed and moaned for my life.”

The story makes him laugh. “Fuck, that was an experience. I’ll never forget you screaming ‘Do you THINK I’m okay?’ as you really squeezed the life out of me. I don’t know who was in more pain at that moment.”

Only with his narrative of the moment do you notice how amusing the memory truly is, painting the perfect picture of a couple in love in the midst of chaos. 

“You scared the wits out of me,” he adds, chuckling. 

Bending your legs at the knees, you make yourself more comfortable, not yet ready to fall asleep. Aemond watches you as you lick your lips. "To be fair, I really thought I’d go through it all alone, because you looked like you were going to faint when they gave me the epidural.”

You recall the sheer terror that was written all over his face as he watched you give birth to your daughter. Something you hadn’t seen before. 

“To this day, I don’t think that I have ever known so many feelings at once as I did when I saw you give birth,” he says, letting his gaze wander off to the side for a moment. “But I’ve pulled myself together, because you know I would have never lived that moment down. You would have made a whole show of it.”

“Oh, most definitely. It would have been my go-to story for so many family gatherings, because no one would believe me you’d faint. Aegon? Maybe, but you? Never,” you scoff. 

Aemond lets out a soft laugh. “Yeah, I was a real wuss during that moment. Perhaps you should have taken out your phone after the birth to record my reaction.”

You raise your brow, shooting him a glare. “That would have been an idea, because then we’d at least have some first photos of her during the check-up that don’t have me in the background naked, sweating and delivering the placenta.”

He smirks at the glare, not minding as it’s actually quite amusing to see you angry at him again for something not too serious. “That would have been a memory to remember. You, all sweaty after giving birth, and then there’s me, unconscious from seeing you give birth.”

The image makes you chuckle. “To be fair, we were quite young when that happened.”

“Too young, but we’ve worked out well enough in dealing with it, haven't we?”

You find yourself nodding in response to his words of confirmation. “Yes, in spite of all the hardships that surrounded us, we have managed quite well with her. We’ve been the best parents that we both have been able to be… together or not.” There’s a soft smile pulling at the corners of your lips. “How’s Vhagar faring with it? Meraxes does miss her sometimes.”

Aemond smiles fondly as he hears your words, more so that you inquire of his precious girl. “She misses him dearly,” he says, but he can’t shake off the feeling that there’s more to your words than just the wellbeing of your dogs. He smiles softly, and turns his head to look at you. “Just like I miss you.”

Your body feels as if it’s on fire with his confession, and you can’t keep your gazes locked. It’s all too much and not enough at once. And when Aemond lifts his blanket, gesturing for you to crawl over to him, you know he feels the same. 

“This bed is big enough for two,” he whispers. 

You’ve been rather stunned at the invitation, yet, you accept it without hesitation. Climbing out of your bed and into his feels all too natural for you, and his body next to yours is a feeling you’ve come to know quite well in your past but has been missing for some time. Your heart is pounding in your chest, but there’s no discomfort or tension between you.

Keeping a fair distance from him isn’t something you master, failing the moment his scent fills your nostrils and urges you to bury your head in the crook of his neck. Snuggling up against him, you’re sure to never leave the bed the moment his arms wrap around you. 

He buries his nose in your hair, inhaling your scent he’s clearly missed just as much as you missed his. The way you feel with your head resting against his jaw makes it hard for him to suppress the urge to pull you even closer to him for fear of pushing you away. 

It’s just both of your breathing filling the otherwise silent room, broken as he speaks. “I missed this.”

It certainly was dangerous to get so close to him, apparent in your half-lidded eyes as you pulled back to look at him. Your gaze flickers between his and his lips, your faces but mere inches apart. “I missed this, too.”

Encouraged by your words, Aemond brings his hand to your cheek, allowing his thumb to brush over your cheekbone, his own breathing becoming heavy as he watches you. 

The way you look back at him nearly causes him to lose the last bit of control he clings to as he desires you with a fire he hasn’t felt in a very long time. When his other hand comes to the back of your head and he leans in, you lick your lips which is more than enough to send him over the edge. 

His hand begins to slide down your back as his thumb traces your bottom lip, heat following in its wake. And then he dips his head forward enough to capture your lips, melting against each other.

Coaxed by his hand slipping beneath the oversized t-shirt you wear, you grip the collar of his t-shirt and pull him closer to you, not daring to break the kiss. His hands are impatient to tug on the flimsy shorts you wear, and you shimmy your way out of them as he pulls them down your legs. 

Your heavy breath fans over his kiss-swollen lips as you pull back from him to speak. Aemond doesn’t wait to hear your words, diving in to press his lips to your jaw and neck. “We… We should not… the divorce…” you trail off, panting heavily and suddenly well aware of how tightly you’re pressed against him. 

Bringing his hands to your belly, the hem of your shirt is riled up and pooling around your waist. “It doesn’t matter,” he rasps against your skin. “Just this one night…”

You nod, letting out a soft moan as he cups your breast. “One little night of bliss…” you mewl. 

It’s clear that the proximity to him gets you just as hot as he is, no longer trying to resist and giving into the feeling you’ve been fighting back for so long. There’s no resistance left in you, clearly forgetting all the bad things that have happened before. You don’t know what will happen between you two tomorrow morning or the day after that, but you can’t bring yourself to care about it at this moment. 

With your hands still fisting his shirt, you pull his body between your legs, the weight of his tall frame heavy on top of you now. He ruts against you as your lips meet again, moving roughly against yours as his hard cock strains against the boxer briefs he wears. You instinctively grind against him, desperate for any kind of friction against your needy pussy. 

The kiss is hardly broken as you pull the shirt over his head, exposing his alabaster skin and well toned torso, only for you to not admire it as he starts to nibble on your bottom lip. 

You trace your fingers across his torso, trailing lower until they hook beneath the waistband of his briefs. “I need you,” you whine, tugging at the elastic to encourage him to slip out of it. But Aemond merely tsks at that. 

“Easy there,” he drawls, mimicking your gesture with his fingers slipping beneath the waistband of your panties. He shifts to the side and pulls them down your legs, prompting you to shimmy your way out of them to help him. 

The blankets have long found their way down the bed, laying in a pile right next to it, and therefore you gasp when the cold air hits your soaked core. 

Aemond gets back between your legs again, scooting back and crouching down to kiss his way up your inner thighs, draping them over his shoulders. The moan you release brings heat to your cheeks, more so when his tongue makes contact with your cunt and coaxes another one to slip past your lips.

“You’re drenched,” he remarks smugly, dark blown eye gazing up at you from between your legs. 

Rolling your eyes at that, you entangle a hand into his hair and push his face down between your legs. “Don’t be such a tease now.”

Clearly not minding this bossy side at all, Aemond gets straight to the point. His lips wrap around your little bundle of nerves, and one suck of him already has you arching your back and rolling your hips like a bitch in heat. He alternates between gentle sucking and tracing it with his tongue, driving you insane  

Less than half a year apart and you’ve already forgotten just how good he is at putting his mouth to work. 

Two of his fingers slowly ease inside of you, expertly brushing your sweet spot in a come hither motion that has you tightly locking your legs around his head, not caring if it would crush or suffocate him. With one hand still in his hair, you tug on it not-so-gently which has Aemond groaning against your folds. 

The knot in your belly tightens all too quickly with the pace he sets up, lapping and sucking at your clit in tandem with his fingers scissoring in and out of you. But it doesn’t seem like that’s what Aemond wants. Being able to read all the telltale signs of your impending orgasm, he stops his ministrations without missing a beat. 

You’re baffled, the pleasure disappearing at once. When you look down at him, you spot his chin, lips and cheeks coated in your arousal, glistening in the dim light the moon casts through the windows. “W-What?” you whimper with a pout, trying to force his head back down again. But Aemond is stronger, making it clear he’s just played with you before. 

Watching him lick the remnants of your arousal from his swollen lips, you can’t help but moan, liquid fire coursing through your veins and making your longing for him even more apparent. 

“You don’t think I’m going to savor your first orgasm with my tongue, do you?” he asks matter-of-factly, peeling your legs off of him and sitting back on his haunches.

The breath hitches in your throat not only at his words, but also at the tip of his cock peeking from beneath the waistband of his briefs. He’s rock hard and aching, wanting to be buried inside of you. 

“Five months I had to live without this sweet pussy of yours, and I won’t spend any longer not being buried inside of it.”

Staring at his throbbing cock, you bite your bottom lip and nod almost in a sheepish manner. You pulling the shirt over your head and spreading your legs is all it takes for Aemond to rid himself of his briefs, one hand curling around his shaft as the other grabs you by your hip, pulling you towards him. 

He drags the bulbous tip of his cock through your drenched folds before he lines himself up with your entrance, your arousal making it easy for his thick cock to breach your tightness with little resistance.

The feeling of your pussy desperately sucking him inside until he’s buried to the hilt is a feeling of indescribable bliss that has you releasing a shaky breath in unison. Your hands fly to his shoulders for leverage, holding onto him as he towers over you, tall frame completely shielding your significantly smaller one. 

“Gods, I… forgot how big you are,” you breathe, gazing up at him with half-lidded eyes. 

He brings a hand to your waist, and places the other next to your head, keeping himself supported as he begins to grind his hips against yours. “Hm, fuck, we’ll get you used to it again tonight, princess,” he rasps, heavy panting audible in between the words. The pet name makes you clench around him. Oh, how your body has longed for him. 

You unravel beneath Aemond, arching your back and tipping your head back into the cheap pillows, the sight not making it easier for him to stay composed enough to not come on spot. 

And that’s when he moves to press his chest flush against yours, holding your cheek with one hand, whilst the other grabs the side of the headboard. His lips find the side of your face, kissing along your jaw, earlobe and down the side of your neck. You have your head tilted to the side, granting him even more access as the weight of his body stops you from squirming beneath him and rolling your hips. 

“Fuck, missed you so, so much,” he murmurs against your skin, drunk on your pussy. “All mine… won’t let you leave again.” 

You cross your arms behind his neck, one hand entangling into his silken, silver strands. Every time you try to arch against him, your hard nipples press against his chest. 

“Don’t want to,” you reply. 

Whimpering and whining beneath him, Aemond’s heavy grunts and groans fan over your flushed skin, spurring you on even more. There’s no rush to his movements, the both of you clearly savoring the moment of peace and making up for all the time you’ve lost, and yet it’s enough to build the pressure within your belly again.

The sparse, coarse hairs splayed around the base of his cock and over his pubic bone drag over your sensitive clit with the ruts of his hips, sending a shiver up your spine each time. His thrusts are gentle but determined, reaching deep and expertly brushing your sweet spot, and he fucks sweet, little mewls and moans out of your throat, filling the cabin.  

His thumb presses into your cheek to turn your face towards him, and you’re eagerly welcomed by his lips, capturing yours in a fervent and heated kiss. His lips move sensually against yours, his tongue slipping into your mouth and alternating with his teeth nibbling on your bottom lip. 

As he withdraws his lips from yours, a dark blown eye watching your blissed out expression, you try to chase them for yet another kiss, but he keeps your head in place. His lips are puckered slightly, and the thought of what’s to come makes your insides churn in a good way, becoming limp in your reverie. 

“Show me your tongue,” he commands, and you do as he says.  

Parting your lips and sticking out your tongue, you gaze up at him with wide, innocent eyes. As the warm puddle of his saliva hits it, you’re all too eager to swallow it down, moaning softly as the taste of him spreads on your tongue. 

“You’re gonna come for me now?” he drawls, pressing his chest against yours and dipping his head forwards to capture your earlobe between his teeth. It’s a grazing touch, but still has goosebumps prickling on your skin.

The coil inside of you tightens quickly with all sensations hitting you at once and the deep desire to please him, and you’re once again surprised by how well Aemond knows your body, strumming it like a fiddle and always getting what he wants. 

You convulse all over him with a whine, your hips grinding against his as the white, hot pleasure courses through your veins. But his thrusts don’t stutter, keeping the sensual intensity to the point you’re losing your mind. 

“That’s it,” he coos through gritted teeth. “Fuck, missed the pretty face you make when you’re coming all over my cock, hm.” You’re not sure whether it’s his pubic bone still dragging over your clit, his cock still sliding in and out of you, or if his praise alone is enough to prolong your orgasm, but you feel yourself keening at his words. 

It takes him a couple more thrusts that slowly bring you to the point of overstimulation, until his own orgasm washes over him. His cock is twitching and throbbing as your walls squeeze him for every drop of his seed, spending itself deep inside of your quivering walls. 

Aemond fucks you both through the aftershocks, a white ring of your mixed juices forming around the base of his thick shaft. But as his jaw slackens and he moves to pull out of you, you’re quick to lock your legs around his hips and flip him onto his back, giving neither of you time to get to grips with the events that transpire between you. 

The quizzical look he flashes you as you sit astride him encourages you to roll your hips against his, riding him through the overstimulation. “Maybe… maybe it would be a good idea to see someone about this,” you breathe, grabbing his hands and planting them at your waist. “A couple therapist perhaps, so we can talk through some of the issues that have come up between us, to resolve the root of all our issues…”

He sits up straight, snaking one arm around your waist to keep your body against his as his mouth finds your hard nipple, suckling and nibbling on it. The other hand fondles and gropes at your breast, squeezing it rather roughly. “Maybe that isn’t such a bad idea,” he groans against your skin, licking a flat stripe along the curve of your breast. “We…” his voice catches in this throat with you starting to ride him more fervently. “We should do that, yes.”

Neither of you is certain if the other’s words are genuine or just spoken in the heat of the moment, but it feels as though you’re seeing eye to eye in this moment. Something your relationship has been missing for a very long time. For the remainder of the night, you both seek to get what you still crave from each other, sharing countless orgasms and an unusually passionate embrace. 

However, as the night comes to an end with the light of the next day breaking through the windows of the cabin, and you wake up in Aemond’s arms, you figure that there was truth to your words and that you both strive to save and improve your marriage again. 

[vipvesper]

the thrill of the hunt

pairing: fumikage tokoyami x cat quirk!reader

warnings: none!! :3

“sorry i pounced on you, just the thrill of the hunt!”

Children chatter in the courtyard, the sounds of dozens of conversations moving in sync with cheerful laughter. Ah, kindergarten. Those are the days.

Rather than playing with your friends or digging in the mud, your sharp eyes lock on a small, black figure—wait, no, two. The familiar caw of a raven comes from the one that floats, and you know you simply have to catch it. Staying low to the ground, you stalk.

Closer.

Closer.

Closer.

The kid-sized bird comes into view as you round the large oak tree it leans against. In one large leap, you tackle the book right out of a pair of remarkably human hands. Wait.

“Gotcha!” You exclaim, grabbing the oversized bird by the shoulders. This definitely isn’t right… Your eyes drift up to meet another pair.

“I would appreciate if you would unhand me,” requests Tokoyami. Whoops.

“Sorry!” Sharp claws retract back into normal nails as you back away, sitting on the plush green grass. “Thought you were a bird!”

The avian child stands up, brushing the glass clippings off his clothes. “It’s quite alright.” The shadow trailing from his stomach cowers behind him, big yellow eyes filled with fear. “Dark Shadow, it’s okay. It’s just [name].” Tokoyami’s gaze shifts back to you. “I’d prefer if you didn’t hunt me again in the future.”

But, things don’t go his way very often.

Tokoyami sits in his dorm staring at his phone. The gentle glow is a stark contrast to the foreboding aura of his room. He doesn’t notice the strip of yellow light push through the room, or the way his door opens without the hinges creaking. He doesn’t notice how you creep across the floor, the boards never squeaking. He certainly doesn’t notice the way your eyes gleam as they lock on his face. By the time he does, it’s too late. Your freshly-sharpened claws barely pierce his shirt, trapping him to his bed. Tokoyami’s feathers puff out in all directions like a porcupine.

“Gotcha, Fumi!” You gloat, giggling from your feat. The boy groans, pushing himself up into a sitting position.

“You really need to stop doing this, my love.” You shake your head, tail swishinng mischievously behind you

“Sorry I pounced on you, just the thrill of the hunt!” Tokoyami wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you in.

He sighs, “I’m starting to believe you will never grow out of this habit of yours.”

“I don’t think I will either, birdbrain.”

[honeyhenry]

Apple Pie and You and I: A Very Happy Seresin

Ignore the fact it has been over a year since the last instalment...I would offer my life story but it has been HECTIC. Anyways, I have never ceased to think of Dad-to-be!Jake Seresin and since it is now the summer holidays, my gift to you is this lovely part 4 of the APAYAI series!

In the calm haze of what surely would be a sweet summer, you found rest in the peace held within the mid-June evening. Jake would return shortly from his quick job out by Mav's old place, helping Rooster refurbish the old skyline beauty Maverick hadn't had the time for lately. A whole stack of them had taken their turn, and while Jake remained a reliable friend now in the squad, he had really fought it internally, not wishing to leave your side.

Not when he could be snuggled up to his wife, on the porch or resting on the sofa, smelling the strawberry shampoo from your hair, or your shea butter moisturiser. Nor could he kiss you as and when he liked from 4.30pm, the second he got home from work, all the way to bedtime and then again in the morning before you both headed off - him to base, and you to your kindergarten class.

No, he wasn't going to be home until closer to 9 - almost 30 minutes away yet - and the worst part was, he was missing more than just you these days. The swell that continued to grow once you'd left Texas had become his new obsession - the slice of heaven that he already adored because they were going to be just like you, and make you look like the sweetest, hottest little thing this side of the States.

Resting quietly on the sofa, you await his return, knowing he'll ache and sweat and smell on his return - you can't wait to soak him all in and show him the newest development. You swear this baby grows dramatically overnight, a claim you state often whilst Jake just smirks because it's his big Seresin baby that he personally delivered, that grows and nestles inside you.

Your living area is lit by a chamomile candle and a yellow lamp that envelopes the room into a warm glow. The scattered pillows across the sofa and rug are perfect to relax on, and your most recent book "Parenting 101" swapped out for Cosmo magazine led to an idyllic evening. A small cup of tea and the night had gone perfectly.

Sooner than expected, you hear Jake's truck pull up into the driveway. Instead of standing to check and then unlock the door, you wait. Jake much prefers you to stay safely in the house, always alerting you if he has arrived - that you shouldnt be moving a muscle if you can help it. 8.36pm - he's early.

"Lovebug? It's me, I'm home!" he hollers into the foyer of the house, his deep voice carrying through to the living room. Pressing your soft bunny slippers to the floor, you call back.

"In the living room, honey!"

You hear footsteps and then a moment later, there he is, basking in the glow of the lamp above you. Or is it sweat? You can't decide for sure, taken aback by the mixed smells of oil and sweat.

"Hey baby," he finds your lips, leaning over the sofa to not get it marked, "and hey little baby." You smile as he extends a warm hand down to your stomach, smiling softly as he soaks in the moment.

"How was work? And Mav's?"

"Fine, fine. Got a bunch of stuff fixed in the back, Bradshaw got covered in grease and oil so if you see him with a black moustache, you'll know why."

You giggle as he stretches and then quirks a brow. "More importantly, how are you? How is peanut treating you? Being a good and upstanding citizen?"

"I think they grew again overnight. Or through the day, really since breakfast - although it might just be breakfast and my other meals.

"Yeah? Lemme see" he pulls you up carefully and you stand, moving past the plethora of pillows you had build a comfortable place to sit. He smooths his hand down his own shorts first, hoping it would be clean enough, before undoing a little clasp of your pyjama shirt to gain access to your stomach. His hand, warm and firm, rests atop your belly and you can't quite tell if its just butterflies, or that the baby is starting to move within you.

"Oh yeah, i feel it." he rubs softly still. "They're certainly growin'. Good job peanut" he speaks in high praise "and good job Momma...makin' us a baby..."

You have a quick kiss before you usher him upstairs to shower, and you turn the lights off, blow the candle out, and head upstairs to bed. You have your routine set - facial moisturiser, nightly stretches, a warm cup of tea, and belly rubs with your new balm.

You are finishing up your routine, rubbing small shapes into your belly as the smell of coconut fills the room. Jake adores watching you, from the doorway of the en suite. You sit back a little, scooping the balm onto your palm before ever so carefully applying it in small circles, then larger, deeper strokes while still taking tender care of your body. His favourite part has to be when you start whispering sweet words to your belly, realising you aren't alone in this routine. He's caught you a handle of times with; "We love you so much"; "Have you had a nice day in there, hm?" and tonight is no different.

"You're gonna be nice and relaxed in there hm? Me and daddy love you little baby pie. Could just eat you up..."

Moving from the door, he speaks up, hoping to not jolt or surprise you too much.

"Hey, don't go eating up my legacy now"

You giggle, a sound he knows will only ever be beaten by his child's first cry, before halting your laughter at the mere sight of him.

Leaning against the doorway, dripping wet, with a towel barely clinging around his waist. It would be a lie to say that your husband had never looked so good, because this was his standard. Anything he set his mind to, he would accomplish. It just so happened that having a body to die for was the collateral. And here he was, gazing into your soul, heart soaring while watching you treasure and love upon his biggest achievement yet.

"Don't you worry an inch Lieutenant. But I just know they are the cutest, I mean look!" you gesture to his side of the bed. All that sits there is his watch, his alarm clock, and a framed picture of the sweet blob sonogram. "You agree!"

"Yes honey, they're cute I know. Cause they're half you. The other half? Well they'll be the best Top Gun 2050 graduate if they get anything from their Pops."

"You know what, I want them to be all of you."

"Oh really?" Jake shucks off the towel before grabbing his pyjama shorts, grinning cockily as he stretches and flexes, much to your amusement. "I mean I get it, who wouldn't wanna go for a dip in this gene pool?"

"I'm serious, you goof! I have dreams, and the baby...they have your eyes, and that one little dimple like you have your cheek, and, and I don't know. I feel, when I feel the baby, that they're just like you. They feel like home. And-"

You're halted by his physique pressing up beside you, kissing you as if he'd been on an infinite deployment and that holding you was the only sure sign that he was really back home; alive, safe, loved.

"You make me the happiest man alive. You both do. Now, lemme check the house and I'll be right back to hear more about these dreams you're having about me." He winks and you groan, knowing your confession will fuel his ego that little bit more.

As he heads downstairs, you begin massaging your belly again before crying out;

"Oh, Jake!"

You hear the clatter of the teacup he'd taken downstairs, and 5 loud thumping footsteps before he reappears at the door.

"What?!"

With big doe eyes, you smile sheepishly.

"I forgot to tell you, the baby is the size of an apple today."

Jake's expression shifts from one of panic, to utter relief. His chest visibly drops and he runs a hand through his drying hair.

"Baby....don't do that...y'just scared me to death. I'll be right back and then y'can tell me all about it."

On his return from locking up, checking the lights and ensuring he had his uniform laid out for the next day, Jake quietly moved into the bedroom and clicked the door shut. In one hand, he had a glass of water - one you'd never ask for but he knows you'd need through the night. In the other, is a thick, wooden book covered in a multitude of colours and shapes.

You quirk an eyebrow, curious about whatever Jake was holding.

"No Aviator's Digest or Fatherhood 101 tonight?"

"Actually, Bradley gave me this, wanted us to have it at least for now. Something' bout reading to the baby. Then they know my voice... if I'm away." Jake looks down at the book as he shuffles into bed, doing his best not to disturb how comfortable you have made yourself during your nightly routine.

You know that being away now means a great deal more to Jake than before. The issue is sensitive, of course. He doesn't want to be an absent father in the way deployments and time on base can project. You haven't spoken about it too much, but you know it will bother him. Simultaneously, giving up the job he has worked so hard for to be more present is a big sacrifice. One that would also be financially risky to your growing family.

Instead of diving deeper, you keep it light. Jake has no plans to go anywhere anytime soon, or even for very long. It's best to focus on what you can control.

"Oh? What book is it?"

"Something about a hungry caterpillar. Looks a bit demonic on the front, but Bradshaw swore his cousin's kids loved it."

He rests up against the headboard, curling one arm around your shoulders, intertwining his hand with yours atop your belly. Certain that he has you safe and warm in his arms, he unpops your shirt again at your tummy "so they can hear" which has you rolling your eyes. He holds the book right by your belly, and begins.

"Good evening, baby Seresin. This is your father, your Pops. Now you gotta listen - there's a test at the end of this story and we don't tolerate anything but top marks here."

"Jacob Seresin!"

"All right, all right. Now, are we ready? Then let's begin. In the light of the moon, a little egg lay on a leaf. One Sunday morning..."

By the time he had turned to the middle page after his soft southern drawl had recounted a feast of apples, pears, and plums, you - and baby - were fast asleep. Closing the wooden book, he pops the button back into place carefully, sorts your pillows, and turns off your bedside lamp.

He'd finish the story tomorrow evening.

[crushpunky]

drew x childhood best friend!reader thoughts !!!

met in kindergarten when they rode the bus together. always hung out after school, playing games and watching movies together at the starkey household

as they got older, they remained as close as ever. when drew started doing theater, y/n joined him. she didn’t enjoy it quite as much as he did, but loved being able to spend time doing something drew loved

aside from theater, y/n played soccer and drew played basketball. with differing seasons, they were able to attend all of eachothers games. the first person they talked to after a game, win or lose, was always the other

when high school prom came around, drew asked y/n to go with him. she initially said no, telling him he should go with an actual girl or date.

“no?” drew asked, furrowing his brows. “no, you should ask someone else. like a real date, come on, drew. do you know how many girls would kill to go to prom with you?” y/n crossed her arms. “but i don’t want to go with them. i want to go with you.” drew said. “fine, starkey. if you insist.” y/n said, cracking a grin. “oh thank god!” drew smiled, pulling y/n into a hug.

post graduation, the two of them went off to their respective colleges. college was difficult, the two of them never having spent so much time away from the other. because of this distance, the two of them started to realize their feelings for the other weren’t strictly platonic

the final night of summer before their sophomore years of college, the two of them finally confessed their feelings for eachother. it was terrifying, taking that next step, but it was one they were excited to take together

from that moment, it was drew and y/n against the world. moving into an apartment together, y/n getting a “grown-up” job and drew auditioning for role after role

one evening, drew came home late from an audition he had been stressing about all week:

“i’ve got big news, baby!” drew grinned. y/n jumped up from the couch, running over to jump into his arms. “oh my god! tell me it’s true!” y/n cheered, pressing kisses on drew’s face as he laughed. “i got it, i got the netflix show.” drew hugged y/n close, burying his face into her hair as the two of them clung onto each other happily. “you deserve this, starkey. you deserve it.” y/n said into his shirt.

after booking outer banks, drew’s star power started to steadily increase. as a result of drew’s rise to fame post OBX, people of course began to wonder about his private life, especially his dating life. despite the changing world of show biz, countless co-stars and girls walking in and out of the picture, drew’s focus never shifted. y/n was his girl, and no amount of fame or attention was ever going to change that

[uluvjay]

Kisses-F. Xhekaj

Florian Xhekaj x fem! Reader

In which tik tok gives you an idea on how to reveal your feelings to your best friend.

Warnings?; fluff, kissing, talks of anxiety and emotions, self doubt, light cursing, possibly some errors.

Your knee bounced the whole ride to the waterside restaurant, body raked with anxiety and anticipation as you thought about all of the outcomes that could come from your brilliant idea.

What idea you ask? Kissing Florian after getting him to make a tik tok with you.

You’d seen a girl do it with her boy best friend that she’d been secretly in love with for years, tricking him into thinking they were making a simple tik tok and then pulling him into a kiss.

The boy had returned her kiss and they ended up getting together, and you hoped for the same outcome for yourself and Florian.

You two had been best friends since kindergarten and you’d been hiding your feelings for the boy for the past few years.

Friends and family had teased the two of you religiously about getting together and how cute you would be as a couple but every time the topic got brought up Florian would just blush and shake his head, you always following his lead.

Realizing the car had came to a stop you shook yourself from your thoughts, jumping when you felt a hand on your shoulder.

“You good?” You heard the soft voice of one of Florian’s sisters ask from her spot beside you in the back seat.

“Yeah, just zoned out for a second.” You smiled but you could tell she didn’t believe you for a second.

However she thankfully let it go and slid out of the backseat with you following closely behind, stepping out onto the pavement of the parking lot you shut the door behind you.

Turning you collided with a hard chest, strong hands dropping to your waist to catch you before you could stumble backwards.

“Be careful.” Florian’s soft laugh floated between you two, looking up your eyes met his soft blue ones, his freshly cut hair scraping his forehead as his chain poked out over his black t shirt.

“If someone wouldn’t have been in my way I wouldn’t have stumbled.” You teased, playfully swatting his chest.

“Don’t go blaming me for your clumsiness now.” He laughed, bringing his arm to rest over your shoulder as he began to walk the two of you forwards following behind his family.

You elbowed his side but stayed tucked comfortably under his arm as you walked inside the nice restaurant, the cool air welcoming from the raging heat outside.

Arber was the first to step up the host since he made the reservation, “Hi, we have a reservation for Xhekaj at six” he smiled.

“Erm, unfortunately it looks like you guys are booked in for seven instead of six” the young girl frowned.

“Shit I must’ve gotten my times mixed up, is there any chance we can do six?” Arber tried but by the tight lipped smiled on the girls face you knew there was no way you guys were getting in until seven.

“Unfortunately we’re completely filled until seven.”

“It’s okay, there’s an outdoor mall a few blocks down, we can go walk around and then come back at seven.” Steph spoke up looking around to see if everyone was okay with it.

When everyone nodded in Agreement Arber apologized to the host and turned to follow everyone outside.

“Wanna go with them or walk down to the dock?” Florian asked in your ear.

You realized this was your chance so you agreed to his idea of a walk down by the water, the nerves that had simmered were now back taking over.

“Hey guys, we’re gonna go walk around the dock, we’ll meet you at seven.” Florian called out to his family and they all shot back okay’s before heading on their way.

You two made small talk as you walked around, despite spending most of your summer together so far you two never failed to have something to talk about.

When you two had finally reached a stopping point you pulled your phone out, “Wanna make a tik tok with me?” You asked looking up at the slightly taller boy.

“Sure as long as it’s not a dancing one again.” He laughed.

“No dancing I promise, just wanted to show off this dress, it’s too cute not to.” You shrugged running a hand down your floral sundress.

You caught his eyes following your hand but looked away before he could catch you watching. Propping your phone up you picked the audio.

Setting a timer you stepped back getting Florian into frame as into (end of the world) by Ariana Grande began to play throughout the phone.

You did a small spin to play along, eyes watching in the screen as Florian’s eyes never left you, a small smile playing on his lips as he admired you.

You moved back close to his side before looking up at him, hand shaking as it reached for his face not letting the anxiety take control before you tugged his lips down to meet yours.

His body was frozen for a moment before he snapped out of it and kissed you back, his lips moving slowly against yours as he turned to fully face you, hands on your hips as he pulled you closer.

You two finally separated after a moment, chests heaving as you both caught your breath. Your eyes ran all over his face looking for any sign of regret but you didn’t see any, instead his eyes seemed brighter than usual as a soft red tinted his cheeks.

“W-what was that for?” He breathed.

“Saw a girl do it with her boy best friend as a way of admitting her feelings, and since I’m not good with my words I thought I’d give it a try.” You blushed.

“Feelings? You like me?”

Your stomach dropped at his words, this is where the decline comes in, this is where he tells you he doesn’t feel the same.

“W-well yeah, have for a long time now and I didn’t want to hide it anymore. It’s okay if you don’t feel the same way, I don’t expect you to, and we can totally act like this ne-“ you started but were cut off by the feeling of his soft lips against yours once again.

“Quit rambling and let me speak.” He laughed after pulling away, “I like you too, love you even.”

You couldn’t help the smile that grew on your face, he liked you back? What world were you living in. All the nerves were quickly washed away with his words, new emotions of love and joy taking their place.

“So where does this leave us?” You whispered.

“I think this leaves us as two kids madly in love, and me with a very important question to ask.”

“Yeah, what’s your question?” You giggled.

“Will you be my girlfriend?” He smiled.

“I would love too.”

You squealed as his arms wrapped around you and your feet lifted from the ground as he spun you around in circles, his lips once again finding their home against yours.

“I love you so much.” He spoke against your lips.

“I love you more Flo.”

Setting you down you ran over to pick up your phone, both of you watched the video over and over until you finally saved it to your drafts, keeping the memory between the two of you until you were ready to post it online.

You never thought you’d credit tik tok for getting you and Florian together but you couldn’t be more grateful.

-

[vroomvroomcircuit]

Drive all Night

(A/N): This is inspired by the song "Call your mom" by Noah Kahan.

Summary: Max is worried about the sudden shift in his best friends behavior. But he is willing to drive all night to get to the root of the problem.

Pairing: Max Verstappen x fem!reader (little childhood friends to lovers on the side with angst/hurt to comfort)

Warnings: Association to Max's shitty childhood, reader has depression/a depressive episode, implicit mentions of suicide, listen to the song and you get the vibe

Wordcount: 2.4k

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Max Verstappen is not a big worrier. Actually, he is no worrier at all.

When there is something to worry about, he just changes it. If he can’t change it, it’s out of his area of responsibility, so he doesn’t have to worry about it.

Thinking like that helped him focus through great challenges. But his mindset wasn’t the only motivator. Through all his highest highs and lowest lows, his best friend has been right next to him, either cheering him on or being the shoulder to cry on he just needed.

(Y/N) and him befriended each other in kindergarten, having felt this unexplainable pull to each other. Ever since playing with Legos together for the first time they had been inseparable if they could help it.

Of course, as they got older and Max’s career in karting took off and (Y/N) had to focus more on school, they started to shift to calling and texting more than relying on in person talking. But that didn’t stop them staying best friends. One might even argue that through their 24/7 updates to each other, they grew even closer.

Meeting in person in their adulthood had become increasingly easier. Sometime (Y/N) travels with Max to several races back to back, being blessed with a remote working job.

The young man starts to suspect something isn’t going smoothly during one of their daily face time calls with her being in her dark bedroom and him in a hotel room halfway across the world. “But enough of how annoying these marketing things are. What did you do today? Except for work of course.” Max just finished another yapping season about the last challenge the social media teams had him participate in.

(Y/N) just shrugs her shoulders while focusing on a loose thread in her shirt. “Nothing much. I reread pride and prejudice.” Max halts a bit in his rummaging through his suitcase, being on the look out for his charger. “I thought you had plans for lunch with a friend? And didn’t you read through that book last week already? You do know that no matter how often you read it, the ending will stay the same.” He jokes a bit.

While still not shifting her gaze towards the phone screen, (Y/N) answers in mumbles. “I canceled on her. I really felt icky today, but we will try to set up another meet up some time next week or so.”

At first Max doesn’t think of it as much. Everyone feels not like socializing every one in a while. But then something else changes. The frequency of their calls and texts.

“...here we can do- Max? Are you even listening to me?” Max gets caught off guard by that question. GP was going over some points with him before starting FP2. “Oh, uhm, sorry GP. Gimme three seconds, I just want to reply to (Y/N). It seems like she didn’t have a great day and I just want to make sure she’ll be alright until I’m out of the car.”

This makes his race engineer raise his eyebrows. “Oh, what happened?” “I don’t know. But she is rewatching one of her comfort shows for the third time in two weeks.” He blinks at the Dutchman. “And in what way is that concerning?”

Okay, voicing his worrisome thoughts out loud like that makes Max realize that the signs are not too obvious for outsiders. But he is talking about his best friend. The person that always makes sure that he won’t go without his needed amount of sleep. The same person he had been having phone calls that resulted in four out of the last seven nights with him getting not more than 5 hours of sleep, if that at all.

For an outsider it doesn’t seem bad for (Y/N) to reread the same books and rewatch the same shows over and over again. Or having her best friend, the person she became emotionally most dependent on, talk with her through her nights.

But for Max, it raises red flags. It hits his alarm bells, ringing out loud that something is majorly wrong. He can’t put his finger on it, not just yet. He is still looking for a way to get her to tell him what is bothering her.

There is a certain uneasiness to Max during that entire race weekend. He is just itching to seat his ass on a plane on his way back to his (Y/N), a friend that he might harbor more than just platonic feelings for. A person that had his back all the time.

To the person he loves the most, that is also struggling the most right now.

He wants to be able to pay her back for all the times she stuck through his darkest times.

But something in him is scared that he isn’t able to get to her in time. “Didn’t you want to go out with a colleague of yours for drinks last night?” Max asks into the phone while speed walking through the airport. Ever since leaving his hotel room on this fine Monday morning, he has been on a phone call with (Y/N).

A sigh greets his ears. “I wanted to, but I didn’t feel like dressing up or sharing a space with a bunch of strangers. I just ordered some food in and watched your race.”

There is another red flag. (Y/N) maybe was never a big socializer to begin with, but she liked going out every now and then. But for a couple of weeks now the only thing Max gets to hear about plans is that she canceled them.

Listening to her just cutting contact with the outside world like that, it doesn’t only worry him. It’s not even scary. It terrifies him.

The two of them continue talking the whole plane ride until (Y/N) falls asleep. Even then Max doesn’t hang up. He still lets the call continue, not wanting her to wake up and feel alone. She doesn’t deserve to feel alone.

No one does. But especially not her.

When he was in karting, some kids gave him grief for winning most of the time. It was difficult for little Max to understand. So do people not want him to win?

It became more confusing to him since some people around him wanted him to win desperately. It hurt him, not understanding the difference of who wanted his best and who wanted to see him fail.

He felt isolated from his peers, especially those who should understand under what pressure he was, because they must feel the same. Right?

During these days, where he rather stopped driving in circles in a very fast manner and just continued playing football, (Y/N) was his only footing. She talked him out of ending his career in motorsport. She painted a picture of his future in the prettiest colors with her words. She gave him something to look forward during these trying times.

And when it got harder before it got easier, she held his hand and reminded him that she will always stay by his side.

Now it’s Max’s turn to show her that he will always stay by her side.

He opens the door to her apartment slowly, trying to make the least noise possible.

Every room is shrouded in what must feel to her like a never ending darkness. The blinds are drawn in front of every window, hindering the tiniest bit of sunlight to filter through. Even to Max it feels like the despair that is in the air will never stop. It is all consuming.

He tiptoes towards her bedroom. There she lays, illuminated by the low light of his phone screen. Curled up tight under a bunch of blankets and between a mountain of pillows and stuffed animals.

The MV lion, the first one that has ever been produced, the original prototype before giving the go for mass production, is held tightly and close to her chest. It pulls on his heartstrings, seeing the comfort it must have brought her while he was absent.

Max kneels down at the head of the bed, gently shaking her awake. “Schatje, come on. Wake up. We got a day of new adventures just in front of us outside the door.”

It’s something they started to say in elementary school. They once read a book in class with the premise that every day is the start to a new adventure. You just have to welcome it in. Back then, when inviting something unknown in your life was considered exciting, not scary or life changing.

“The adventures can wait a day longer.” She mumbles and turns around, trying to shake his hand on her shoulder off. But Max is having none of it.

“The darkness is fooling you. Every light that has been turned off can be turned on.” He gets up and opens the blinds. Sunlight floods the room, and even at the messiest state the young man has seen his best friend, she still is the most beautiful woman on earth to him

(Y/N) lets out a noise of unpleasantness. “Please Max, I can’t deal with it today.”  “No, you will. We are going to deal with it, whatever this it is, together.” He marches over to her dresser and produces a clean set of clothes out of thin air. That is what it looks like to her in this mess at least.

“You are going to shower. After that we will take a drive with no destination.” His words are final and in a tone that makes the young woman drag her limbs and body out of the bed and trudge towards the bathroom, even when the unwillingness is evident by her groaning.

Hearing the shower is Max’s cue to sit down and take a deep breath. He doesn’t know what he expected, but seeing the light of life missing in (Y/N)’s eyes isn’t on that list. It feels like a punch to his gut, witnessing her wither away without knowing from what.

It doesn’t take long and they both sit in the car. A drive without destination is exactly what it says. Just Max driving with (Y/N) sitting in the passenger seat. Usually they used these trips to catch up, to talk about everything and nothing. To voice big philosophical thoughts and dumb brain farts. They started this tradition, that usually includes some sort of fast food, when Max got his drivers license.

But sitting in complete silence for five minutes straight. That is something new.

“You know,” Max breaks it after another seven minutes. “Not talking about it won’t make the problem go away. It also doesn’t hinder it in its existence. Instead it will just get heavier and heavier until you break under the weight.” His dry tone isn’t something she anticipated.

(Y/N) looks out the window, seeing the colorful sunset for the first time in weeks. It’s easy to forget the beauty of the world when your inside thoughts feel like a graveyard. “I don’t want to worry you.”

That admission nearly has the Dutchman emergency breaking in the middle of a street through the fields. “So you play cat and mouse with your feelings because you don’t want to worry me?” (Y/N) nods.

Max lets out a laugh. “So what exactly makes you think that me witnessing you just becoming a shell of who you once were won’t worry me?”

She shrugs. (Y/N) didn’t expect him to catch that something feels wrong in her.

“Schatje. I will always worry about you, You are too important to me to not worry about you. Seeing you wither away in yourself, it made me scared going out on these tracks, sitting down in the car, and wondering if you still breathe while I’m driving another mile. Not knowing what you feel, that worries me more than the truth. Because then we can work on getting you better together. But when you don’t let me in, I can’t help and feel like by just standing and witnessing without intervening that I’m at fault for anything that happens to you. It hurts more seeing you hurting than knowing what you hurt from.”

She turns towards Max, mustering his side profile. She hasn’t thought about how her actions are perceived by her surroundings. (Y/N) just fell into that hole of darkness unexpectedly. While sitting at the bottom of that somber pit, she thought that trying to reach out for help would mean another person gets pulled into it.

If there was one person she doesn’t want sitting next to her in that dark hole, then it is Max. She harbors too much love and affection for him to want him to suffer the same fate as her. So not talking about her darkest thoughts seemed like the best way of keeping him far away from the hole.

But it just drew him in closer.

(Y/N) finally sees what he saw the whole time.

“You know, it’s hard to explain what happened. It takes time to really understand what goes on in me right now.” Max puts a reassuring hand on her leg. “We have all night to talk about it. Help me help you. Let us find a strategy to get you better. May it be medication, meditation, punching me or falling in love with someone. I need you to find a reason to stay with me, physically and mentally.”

She puts a hand over hers and looks Max in the eye for the first time since he arrived. “I already fell in love.”

He doesn’t need to hear more.

Max keeps his promise. He drives through the night, holding (Y/N) to the best of his ability while she cries, curses and explains.

By that not everything is picture perfect again. But it’s the first step. The first one to a future they both want to share with each other. For now and ever, that is enough motivation for (Y/N) to keep going, to continue turning every light on that was off.

[jinnieboosworld]

My Uncle Thinks You’re Pretty

Sangyeon x Fem! Reader

Genre: Fluff, slice of life, romance

Summary: Y/n a kindergarten teacher tries hard to make sure all of her students can come to her class and have a safe place where they can both learn and have fun. So when one of her students win a prize due to his good grades she decides to talk to his extremely handsome “father” after class to commend him.

Word Count: 14.2k

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Y/N had always believed in the magic of teaching. For her, the classroom was more than just a place to impart knowledge—it was a sanctuary, a home away from home for her young students. She loved the way their faces lit up when they learned something new, or the way their laughter filled the room during playtime. Her classroom, decorated with bright colors, cheerful artwork, and little DIY projects, was a reflection of the joy she hoped to cultivate.

It was the start of the new school year, and as always, she felt a mix of excitement and nervousness. The buzz of tiny voices filled the hallway as children and parents gathered, ready to begin another year. Y/N stood by the door of her classroom, greeting each child with a smile, learning their names, and watching their eyes widen with curiosity as they peeked into the room that would become their second home for the next year.

“Welcome, Jisoo!” Y/N said warmly, crouching down to meet the eyes of a small boy with neatly combed hair and a shy smile. He clung to the hand of a tall man standing behind him. Y/N’s gaze flickered up briefly, noticing the man’s kind, though somewhat tired, expression. He was well-dressed but not overly formal, wearing a button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and dark jeans.

Jisoo looked up at the man, then back at Y/N, before loosening his grip just enough to offer a tiny wave. “Hi,” he mumbled, barely audible, his wide eyes scanning the classroom.

“Hi, Jisoo,” Y/N replied softly, her voice gentle and reassuring. “You’re going to have so much fun here! Look, we have all sorts of books, games, and even a little reading nook with pillows. You can choose whichever spot makes you feel comfy.”

Jisoo seemed hesitant, still holding onto the man’s leg. The man—whom Y/N assumed was his father—gave a small chuckle. “He’s a little shy at first, but once he warms up, you won’t be able to stop him from talking.” His voice was smooth and held a hint of amusement.

Y/N smiled up at him, nodding. “That’s completely okay. We’ll give him all the time he needs to settle in.” She stood up, extending her hand toward the man. “I’m Ms. Y/N, by the way. It’s great to meet you both.”

The man shook her hand, his grip firm but not overpowering. “Sangyeon. Sangyeon Lee. Thanks for looking after him.” His smile was warm but brief, as though he wasn’t used to lingering in social pleasantries.

Y/N’s gaze lingered on him for a second longer, something about his presence catching her attention in a way that most parents didn’t. There was a quiet confidence about him, a calmness that made her feel oddly at ease. She quickly turned her attention back to Jisoo, giving the boy another encouraging smile before ushering him inside.

As the day went on, Y/N kept a careful eye on Jisoo, noticing how he sat quietly at his table, occasionally glancing around at the other children. He wasn’t withdrawn, just observant—like he was carefully taking in his new environment before deciding how to interact with it. She admired that about him, the way he seemed to approach everything with quiet thoughtfulness.

When it was time for the children to be picked up, parents slowly began arriving, chatting with each other while waiting outside the classroom. Y/N spotted Sangyeon in the hallway, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, scanning the classroom for Jisoo. His presence stood out, not just because of his height or anything but because of the way he seemed so focused, like the world outside that classroom was a distant background noise.

“Hey, Jisoo,” Y/N called gently. “Your dad’s here.”

Jisoo perked up and hurried to pack his things, making his way to the door. Y/N, standing near the entrance, glanced at Sangyeon as he stepped forward to meet Jisoo. She couldn’t help but notice the tiredness in his eyes again, but it wasn’t the kind of exhaustion from lack of sleep. It felt deeper, as though it had been there for a while, tucked away behind the warmth he showed to Jisoo. Y/N’s curiosity about him piqued, but she quickly reminded herself to keep things professional. Her job was to teach and care for her students, not to pry into their personal lives.

“Did you have a good day, buddy?” Sangyeon asked, kneeling to Jisoo’s level as the boy approached him with his backpack slung over one shoulder.

Jisoo nodded, a tiny smile creeping across his face as he handed Sangyeon a drawing he had made earlier in the day. It was a simple sketch of a house with a tree next to it, the kind of picture all children made, but Sangyeon looked at it as though it was a masterpiece.

“Wow, this is amazing!” Sangyeon praised, his voice full of enthusiasm. “You’re already better at drawing than I am.”

Y/N couldn’t help but smile at their interaction. It was heartwarming to see a parent—well, who she assumed was a parent—so invested in their child’s day, even if it was something as small as a crayon drawing. She found herself lingering by the doorway, watching the two of them for a moment longer than she should have.

Sangyeon caught her gaze and stood up, tucking the drawing into his jacket pocket. “Thanks again for today, Ms. Y/N,” he said, his voice sincere. “I know Jisoo’s still getting used to things, but I think he’s going to like it here.”

“Oh, it’s my pleasure,” Y/N replied, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “He’s a great kid. Very thoughtful. I’m looking forward to seeing him open up more as the days go on.”

Sangyeon gave her a small nod, his eyes lingering on hers for a brief second longer than usual. Y/N felt a tiny flutter in her chest but quickly pushed it aside. It was nothing. Just a polite exchange between a teacher and a parent.

“See you tomorrow, Jisoo!” Y/N waved as the boy shuffled out the door, still clinging to Sangyeon’s hand. Jisoo waved back timidly, and then they were gone, blending into the stream of parents and children in the hallway.

Y/N exhaled, leaning against the doorway as the classroom slowly emptied. It’s going to be a good year, she thought to herself, feeling a sense of satisfaction settle in. She loved the start of the school year, the promise of new beginnings, and the chance to watch her students grow. And yet, as she packed up her things and tidied the room, she couldn’t shake the brief but lingering thought of Sangyeon.

The next few weeks in Y/N’s classroom were filled with the usual hustle and bustle of kindergarten life. Y/N poured her heart into creating a supportive environment for her students, from crafting intricate lesson plans to designing engaging activities that would spark their curiosity. Jisoo settled into the routine with a quiet, steady presence, and Y/N was pleased to see him gradually becoming more comfortable and engaged in class.

Sangyeon continued to drop Jisoo off each morning and pick him up in the afternoon. Their interactions remained polite but brief, and Y/N found herself observing him with a mix of curiosity and respect. He was a constant presence, always attentive to Jisoo’s needs and consistently punctual. But despite his reliability, there was a distance between him and the other parents. He was friendly but kept to himself, never engaging in the casual conversations that often filled the waiting area.

One afternoon, as Y/N was organizing the art supplies, she overheard snippets of conversation from the other teachers in the staff room. They were discussing their students, their families, and the occasional anecdote about the quirks of the parents. Y/N listened in, her attention partially focused on the conversation and partially on her task.

“Have you noticed Sangyeon Lee?” one of the teachers, Ms. Parker, said. “He’s always so reserved. It’s a bit unusual for a parent.”

“I’ve seen that too,” Ms. Chang agreed, flipping through a stack of papers. “He’s definitely different from the other parents. Seems like a nice guy, though.”

Y/N’s ears perked up. “Oh, what do you mean by ‘different’?”

Ms. Parker shrugged. “Just that he doesn’t engage much with the other parents. Most of them chat while waiting, but he seems to prefer keeping to himself. It’s like he’s always in his own world.”

“Maybe he’s just shy or busy,” Y/N suggested, trying to offer a more positive perspective. “He’s been really polite and supportive of Jisoo. That counts for a lot.”

“True,” Ms. Chang conceded. “He’s definitely good to Jisoo. But it’s still curious. Sometimes it’s nice to get to know the parents a bit better. Makes communication easier.”

Y/N nodded, understanding the sentiment. Building a rapport with parents often made it easier to address any concerns or share updates about their child’s progress. But she also recognized that everyone had their own way of managing their personal lives. If Sangyeon preferred to keep a lower profile, that was his choice, and Y/N respected that.

The weeks passed, and Y/N found herself growing accustomed to the rhythm of the school year. The children’s laughter, the clatter of blocks, and the murmur of reading time became the backdrop of her daily life. Jisoo continued to thrive, showing gradual improvement in his social interactions and classroom activities. His drawings and stories, while simple, often reflected a rich imagination and a thoughtful nature.

One day, as the end of the day approached and parents began arriving to pick up their children, Y/N noticed Sangyeon standing near the door, waiting for Jisoo. He had a slight frown on his face, his attention focused on something in the hallway. Y/N, who was tidying up the classroom, decided to approach him.

“Hi, Mr. Lee,” she greeted, offering a friendly smile. “How was your day?”

Sangyeon looked up, momentarily surprised. “Oh, Ms. Y/N. It’s been alright. Just a bit hectic at work. But I’m glad to pick up Jisoo and see how his day went.”

“I hope it’s not too overwhelming,” Y/N said sympathetically. “If there’s ever anything we can do to make things easier, just let us know.”

Sangyeon’s gaze softened slightly. “Thank you. I appreciate that.”

Just then, Jisoo bounded into the room, his face flushed with excitement. “Ms. Y/N, look! I made a rocket ship!”

Y/N admired the crayon drawing Jisoo proudly presented. “Wow, that’s fantastic, Jisoo! I love how colorful it is.”

Sangyeon crouched down beside Jisoo, his expression brightening. “That’s a great rocket ship, buddy. Did you learn about space today?”

Jisoo nodded enthusiastically. “Yes! We talked about the stars and the moon. Ms. Y/N said we might even make a space collage next week.”

“Sounds like a lot of fun,” Sangyeon said, ruffling Jisoo’s hair gently. “I’m looking forward to hearing all about it.”

As they talked, Y/N couldn’t help but notice the small, affectionate gestures Sangyeon made toward Jisoo. It was clear that he cared deeply for him, and it was touching to see the bond they shared. Y/N also observed how Sangyeon, despite his usual reserve, seemed to open up slightly when interacting with Jisoo.

As the days turned into weeks, Y/N continued to see Sangyeon in the same pattern: brief, polite interactions that never ventured beyond the surface. She found herself wondering about him more frequently, intrigued by the subtle hints of his personality she’d glimpsed during their conversations. The distance he maintained was respectful, but it left her with an impression of him as a solitary figure, someone who navigated life with a sense of quiet dignity.

One chilly autumn afternoon, Y/N decided to take the children outside for a bit of fresh air and a nature walk around the school’s playground. The crisp air and vibrant fall colors created a perfect backdrop for exploration. As the children gathered around, eagerly examining fallen leaves and acorns, Y/N glanced up to see Sangyeon arriving to pick up Jisoo.

Sangyeon approached with his usual calm demeanor, his eyes scanning the playground before landing on Jisoo. He waved to Y/N as he walked over, a small, polite smile on his face.

“Hi, Ms. Y/N,” Sangyeon said, his voice carrying a hint of warmth. “It looks like a beautiful day for a walk.”

“It really is,” Y/N agreed. “The children are having a blast exploring the fall scenery. Jisoo’s been very engaged in finding different types of leaves.”

Sangyeon nodded, his gaze shifting to Jisoo, who was eagerly showing off a particularly large leaf he had found. “He’s always had a keen interest in nature. I remember him getting excited about bugs and plants when he was younger.”

“That’s wonderful,” Y/N said, smiling. “It’s great to see his curiosity about the world around him.”

Sangyeon’s eyes met Y/N’s, and for a moment, there was a fleeting connection—a brief understanding that went beyond words. Y/N could see that Sangyeon’s life was intricately tied to Jisoo’s well-being, and it was clear that he was a significant figure in the boy’s life.

As the bell rang, signaling the end of their outdoor playtime, Y/N gathered the children and began ushering them back inside. Sangyeon and Jisoo prepared to leave, and as they walked toward the exit, Sangyeon glanced back at Y/N with a thoughtful expression.

“Thank you for today, Ms. Y/N,” Sangyeon said. “I appreciate the extra effort you put into making things special for the kids.”

“It’s my pleasure,” Y/N replied. “They bring so much joy to the classroom. It’s easy to go the extra mile for them.”

As Sangyeon and Jisoo left, Y/N watched them go, her thoughts lingering on the man who was so devoted to his child. She couldn’t help but wonder about his life outside of these brief interactions—about what made him tick, what his days were like, and how he managed to balance everything with such quiet grace.

It was a slow burn, this growing curiosity about Sangyeon. There were no grand gestures or dramatic revelations yet, just small moments of connection that hinted at a deeper story. Y/N understood that getting to know someone took time, and she was prepared to be patient.

As she finished tidying up the classroom and prepared to leave for the day, Y/N couldn’t shake the feeling that her interactions with Sangyeon were just the beginning. The slow, deliberate pace of their connection was a reflection of the care and consideration that defined both of their lives. And though they hadn’t yet ventured beyond the surface, Y/N had a sense that there was more to discover—a journey that would unfold in its own time.

The school year continued to flow smoothly, with each day bringing its own set of routines, joys, and small surprises. Y/N’s classroom was a place of constant activity, from the bustling of the children during free play to the focused quiet of storytime. Despite the predictable rhythm, Y/N found herself increasingly intrigued by Sangyeon Lee, whose presence seemed to linger just beyond the edges of her everyday life.

Sangyeon’s routine was consistent: he would drop Jisoo off in the morning, briefly exchange pleasantries with Y/N, and then pick him up in the afternoon, often with a small, meaningful conversation about Jisoo’s day. His interactions with the other parents were minimal, and while Y/N respected his preference for privacy, she couldn’t help but wonder about the man behind the reserved exterior.

One chilly November morning, the school was preparing for its annual fall festival—a much-anticipated event filled with games, crafts, and a small fair. Y/N and her colleagues were bustling with preparations, decorating the hallways with autumn leaves and setting up tables for various activities. The children were excited, chattering about the upcoming festival, and Y/N was in the midst of coordinating the event details.

As the festival day approached, Y/N noticed that the parents were more involved than usual, volunteering their time and resources to help make the event a success. Sangyeon, as always, arrived promptly to drop off Jisoo. Y/N observed him from a distance, noting the slight weariness in his eyes but also the genuine smile he offered Jisoo.

“Good morning, Mr. Lee,” Y/N said as she greeted him by the classroom door. “I hope you’re doing well. We’re getting ready for the festival, and the kids are really excited.”

Sangyeon’s gaze softened as he looked at Y/N. “Good morning, Ms. Y/N. I’m sure it will be a great event. Jisoo’s been talking about it non-stop.”

“He’s one of the most enthusiastic little helpers we’ve got,” Y/N said with a laugh. “He’s been looking forward to the crafts and games all week.”

Sangyeon smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “I’m glad to hear that. He’s always been so eager to participate in anything creative.”

As Jisoo bounced into the classroom, ready for the day, Y/N noticed that Sangyeon seemed a little more relaxed than usual. His smile lingered as he watched Jisoo join his friends, his gaze shifting back to Y/N.

“If you need any extra hands for the festival setup,” Sangyeon offered, “I’d be happy to help out. I know you’ve got a lot on your plate.”

Y/N was pleasantly surprised by the offer. “That would be wonderful, Mr. Lee. We could definitely use an extra set of hands. If you’re free this afternoon, we’d love to have you join us.”

“I’ll be there,” Sangyeon said with a nod. “Just let me know what needs to be done.”

The festival day arrived with a crisp, clear sky and a slight chill in the air. The school grounds were transformed into a vibrant celebration of fall, with colorful decorations, festive music, and the scent of baked goods wafting through the air. Parents and children filled the space, their laughter and chatter creating a lively atmosphere.

Y/N and her colleagues were busy at various activity stations, helping the children with crafts, games, and treats. Amid the chaos, Y/N caught sight of Sangyeon arriving, his presence adding a touch of calm to the bustling scene. He wore a casual, cozy sweater and jeans, looking relaxed and approachable.

Sangyeon approached Y/N, his hands tucked into the pockets of his sweater. “I’m here as promised. What can I do to help?”

Y/N smiled, grateful for his assistance. “Great to see you, Mr. Lee. We could use some help with setting up the craft station and supervising the games. If you’d like, you can start with the craft tables. They’re in need of a little organization.”

“Sounds good,” Sangyeon replied, rolling up his sleeves. “I’ll get right on it.”

As Sangyeon worked, Y/N couldn’t help but notice the way he moved with a sense of purpose and calm. He quickly adapted to the tasks, organizing supplies and assisting the children with their crafts. His interactions with the kids were gentle and encouraging, and Y/N observed that he had a natural ability to connect with them.

Throughout the afternoon, Y/N and Sangyeon exchanged occasional glances and brief conversations as they worked side by side. There was a comfortable rhythm to their interactions, a shared sense of purpose in making the festival a success. Y/N appreciated Sangyeon’s willingness to help and the ease with which he integrated into the event.

At one point, as Y/N was setting up a game booth, she noticed Sangyeon helping Jisoo with a craft project. The sight of them working together, Jisoo’s face lit up with concentration and Sangyeon’s gentle guidance, brought a smile to Y/N’s face.

Sangyeon caught her watching and gave her a small, knowing smile. “I think Jisoo’s found his new favorite activity,” he said with a chuckle.

“It looks like he’s having a great time,” Y/N replied. “Thanks again for helping out. It’s made a big difference.”

“Glad to be of assistance,” Sangyeon said. “It’s nice to see everyone having fun.”

As the festival drew to a close, Y/N and Sangyeon helped clean up, packing away supplies and dismantling the various activity stations. The sun was beginning to set, casting a warm, golden glow over the school grounds. The festival had been a success, and Y/N felt a deep sense of satisfaction as she surveyed the results of their hard work.

Sangyeon, carrying a box of leftover supplies, walked alongside Y/N as they headed toward the staff room. “I hope you had a good time,” he said, his tone light and casual. “I know these events can be a lot of work.”

“I did,” Y/N said with a smile. “It was a lot of fun, and I’m grateful for your help. It made everything run a lot smoother.”

Sangyeon nodded, his expression thoughtful. “I’m glad to hear that. I enjoyed being a part of it. Jisoo had a blast, and that’s what matters most.”

As they reached the staff room, Y/N stopped and turned to Sangyeon. “Thank you again for your support. It means a lot to us.”

Sangyeon smiled warmly. “Anytime. It’s the least I can do.”

Y/N watched as Sangyeon headed toward the exit, Jisoo at his side. There was a sense of quiet contentment in the way he interacted with Jisoo, a subtle but profound bond that spoke volumes about his character. Y/N found herself reflecting on the small moments of connection she had experienced with Sangyeon and wondered about the story behind his reserved demeanor.

In the following days, Y/N continued to observe Sangyeon from a distance, noting the little things that revealed his dedication and care. He was always punctual, always polite, and always attentive to Jisoo’s needs. His interactions with the other parents remained minimal, but Y/N sensed a quiet strength in him, a depth that went beyond surface appearances.

The slow burn of their connection continued to unfold, marked by brief exchanges and fleeting moments of understanding. Y/N remained patient, respecting Sangyeon’s boundaries while quietly hoping for opportunities to get to know him better.

As the weeks went by, Y/N’s curiosity about Sangyeon remained, but she also understood that building a connection took time. The unspoken bond between them grew slowly, grounded in mutual respect and shared experiences. For now, Y/N was content with the steady rhythm of their interactions, knowing that each moment was a step toward a deeper understanding.

The winter season arrived gently, bringing with it a crisp chill and the promise of holiday cheer. The school had decorated its halls with festive ornaments and twinkling lights, creating a warm and inviting atmosphere for the children and their families. Y/N was busy preparing for the end-of-year celebrations and organizing the annual awards ceremony, a highlight for the students who had shown outstanding progress and achievements throughout the year.

The awards ceremony was an eagerly anticipated event, and Y/N was excited to see the children’s faces light up as they received recognition for their hard work. Jisoo, as always, had been enthusiastic about the event, often talking about it with his friends and showing off his progress in class.

In the weeks leading up to the ceremony, Y/N had noticed Jisoo’s increasing dedication to his studies. He had been particularly focused, his efforts reflecting in his improved grades and enthusiastic participation in class activities. It was no surprise to her when Jisoo’s name appeared on the list of award recipients.

The day of the ceremony arrived, and the school gymnasium was transformed into a festive space, with colorful decorations and a stage set up for the awards presentation. Parents, teachers, and students filled the seats, eagerly awaiting the start of the event. Y/N was stationed at the front, ready to give a short speech and present the awards.

As the ceremony began, Y/N stood at the podium, her eyes scanning the audience. The excitement in the room was palpable, and Y/N felt a sense of pride as she saw the students’ anticipation. The awards were handed out one by one, with each child receiving applause and congratulations for their accomplishments.

When it was Jisoo’s turn, Y/N’s heart swelled with pride. She called Jisoo’s name, and he bounded up to the stage with his usual enthusiasm, his eyes shining with excitement. Y/N presented him with his award, a certificate recognizing his exceptional progress and dedication. As she handed him the certificate, she couldn’t help but notice how proud Sangyeon looked from his seat in the audience, his smile evident even from a distance.

After the ceremony, Y/N made her way through the crowd, seeking out Jisoo and his “father” to offer her congratulations. She spotted Sangyeon standing with Jisoo near the refreshments table, his demeanor relaxed as he chatted with other parents. Y/N approached them with a warm smile.

“Mr. Lee,” Y/N greeted him, her tone filled with genuine enthusiasm. “Congratulations on Jisoo’s award. He’s worked so hard, and it’s wonderful to see his efforts recognized.”

Sangyeon turned to her, his smile widening. “Thank you, Ms. Y/N. Jisoo’s been so excited about today. He’s really been putting in a lot of effort.”

“It shows,” Y/N said, her gaze shifting to Jisoo, who was beaming with pride as he clutched his award. “He’s done an amazing job.”

Jisoo looked up at Y/N with wide, admiring eyes. “Thank you, Ms. Y/N! I couldn’t have done it without you.”

Y/N’s heart melted at the sight of Jisoo’s enthusiasm. “You did all the hard work, Jisoo. I’m just glad I could help.”

As they chatted, Y/N couldn’t help but notice how Sangyeon’s eyes softened when he looked at Jisoo. There was a deep, genuine affection in his gaze, a reflection of the bond they shared. Y/N admired the way Sangyeon supported Jisoo, his quiet presence a comforting reassurance for the young boy.

“I wanted to thank you for everything you do for Jisoo,” Sangyeon said, his tone sincere. “He really enjoys being in your class. It’s made a big difference for him.”

Y/N felt a flush of pleasure at his words. “That means a lot to me, Mr. Lee. I enjoy having Jisoo in class. He’s a wonderful student.”

As they continued to talk, Y/N felt a growing sense of connection with Sangyeon. Their interactions had always been pleasant, but there was something different about the way he spoke to her today. It was as if the barriers between them were starting to crumble, allowing for a more genuine and open conversation.

The evening wore on, and the awards ceremony concluded with a festive gathering in the school’s cafeteria. Parents and children mingled, enjoying the refreshments and celebrating the accomplishments of the students. Y/N found herself engaged in conversations with various parents, but her thoughts kept drifting back to Sangyeon and Jisoo.

At one point, Y/N found herself near Sangyeon again, who was helping Jisoo with a plate of cookies. She decided to join them, hoping to continue their conversation from earlier.

“Jisoo looks very pleased with his award,” Y/N said as she approached.

“He is,” Sangyeon agreed, his gaze fond as he watched Jisoo eagerly nibbling on a cookie. “He’s been talking about this event for weeks.”

“It’s wonderful to see him so excited,” Y/N said. “You must be very proud.”

Sangyeon chuckled. “I am. He’s put in a lot of hard work, and it’s nice to see it paying off.”

As they continued to chat, Y/N found herself feeling increasingly comfortable around Sangyeon. His demeanor was warm and engaging, and their conversation flowed easily. She learned more about Jisoo’s interests and hobbies, and Sangyeon shared a few anecdotes about his nephew’s achievements and challenges.

Their conversation was interrupted by Jisoo, who tugged at Sangyeon’s sleeve, eager to show him a drawing he had made during the ceremony. Sangyeon crouched down to admire the drawing, his eyes lighting up with genuine admiration.

“That’s a fantastic drawing, Jisoo,” Sangyeon said, his voice filled with pride. “You’ve really captured the spirit of the festival.”

Jisoo beamed, clearly pleased by the compliment. “Thank you, Uncle Sangyeon!”

Y/N watched the exchange with a sense of warmth, appreciating the strong bond between Sangyeon and Jisoo. It was clear that Sangyeon was deeply involved in Jisoo’s life, and Y/N admired his dedication and care.

As the evening came to a close, Y/N prepared to say her goodbyes. She felt a sense of contentment from the successful event and the pleasant interactions she had shared with Sangyeon and Jisoo.

“Mr. Lee,” Y/N said as she approached him one last time. “Thank you again for coming and for all your support. It’s been a pleasure to see Jisoo shine tonight.”

Sangyeon nodded, his expression sincere. “Thank you, Ms. Y/N. It’s been a pleasure to be here. We appreciate everything you do for Jisoo.”

Y/N smiled, feeling a bit of reluctance as she prepared to leave. “Have a great evening, Mr. Lee. I hope you and Jisoo enjoy the rest of the holiday season.”

“You too, Ms. Y/N,” Sangyeon said warmly. “Take care.”

As Y/N watched Sangyeon and Jisoo leave, she felt a lingering sense of curiosity about Sangyeon. Their interactions had been pleasant and meaningful, but she still felt like there was more to discover about him. Despite the slow pace of their budding connection, Y/N found herself looking forward to the possibility of getting to know Sangyeon better in the future.

For now, Y/N was content with the steady rhythm of their interactions. The end-of-year celebrations had brought a sense of closure and accomplishment, and Y/N was eager to see what the new year would bring. She continued to appreciate the quiet moments of connection with Sangyeon, knowing that each interaction was a step toward a deeper understanding.

The slow burn of their relationship continued, marked by small, meaningful exchanges and shared experiences. Y/N remained patient, respecting Sangyeon’s boundaries while quietly hoping for opportunities to build a stronger connection.

Winter deepened, and the holiday season cast its festive glow over the school. The children were buzzing with excitement for the winter break and the upcoming holiday festivities. For Y/N, this time of year was a whirlwind of activity, balancing preparations for the holiday party with the regular demands of teaching. Amidst the bustle, her thoughts often drifted to Sangyeon Lee, intrigued by the glimpses of depth she had begun to see.

One crisp December afternoon, the school hosted a winter-themed family day, inviting parents to join their children for an afternoon of crafts, games, and seasonal treats. Y/N had been busy setting up the classroom for the event, arranging tables and decorations, and preparing for the activities that would keep the children entertained.

As the school’s doors opened, families streamed in, bringing with them the warmth and cheer of the season. Y/N greeted parents and children with a smile, guiding them to their designated areas and making sure everyone felt welcome. The atmosphere was lively and festive, with laughter and chatter filling the air.

The highlight of the day was a holiday craft project, where children and their families could create their own decorations to take home. Y/N had set up tables with various craft supplies, including colored paper, glitter, glue, and stickers. The children eagerly gathered around the tables, their eyes wide with excitement as they began to create their holiday masterpieces.

Y/N was in her element, moving from table to table, offering assistance and encouragement. She was especially attentive to Jisoo, who was working on a particularly elaborate snowflake decoration. Sangyeon was there too, his presence a comforting fixture as he helped Jisoo with his project.

“Mr. Lee,” Y/N greeted Sangyeon with a warm smile as she approached their table. “It’s great to see you here today. Jisoo’s really getting into his craft project.”

Sangyeon looked up from the table, his expression pleased. “Thank you, Ms. Y/N. Jisoo’s been looking forward to this all week. It’s nice to see him so engaged.”

Jisoo looked up from his work, his face alight with enthusiasm. “Look at my snowflake, Ms. Y/N! I’m going to hang it in my room!”

Y/N leaned in to admire Jisoo’s creation. “That’s fantastic, Jisoo! It’s going to look great in your room.”

As Y/N helped Jisoo with a tricky part of his project, she found herself in a comfortable conversation with Sangyeon. They talked about the holiday plans, the children’s excitement, and even a bit about their own holiday traditions. Y/N noticed that Sangyeon’s demeanor was more relaxed and open than usual, and she could sense a hint of personal insight in his responses.

“I have to admit,” Sangyeon said as he adjusted a piece of glitter on Jisoo’s snowflake, “I’m not very crafty myself. Jisoo’s got a talent for this that I don’t.”

Y/N chuckled. “Crafting isn’t everyone’s forte, but you’re doing a great job helping him. It’s the thought that counts.”

Sangyeon smiled, a touch of gratitude in his eyes. “Thanks. It’s nice to be able to share this time with him. I know how much it means to him.”

Their conversation flowed easily, and Y/N began to appreciate the layers of Sangyeon’s personality that were slowly revealing themselves. He spoke with a quiet sincerity, and there was an underlying warmth in his words that hinted at a deeper connection with his nephew.

As the craft session continued, Y/N and Sangyeon worked side by side, occasionally glancing at each other and sharing smiles. The atmosphere was relaxed and pleasant, and Y/N felt a growing sense of ease in Sangyeon’s company. She noticed how attentive he was to Jisoo’s needs, his patience and care evident in every interaction.

The event moved on to a holiday-themed game, and Y/N took part in organizing the children for a round of “Holiday Bingo.” The game was a hit, with kids excitedly marking off their cards and cheering as they called out their “Bingo!”s. Sangyeon joined in, enthusiastically participating with Jisoo, and Y/N couldn’t help but admire his ability to engage with the children and make the event enjoyable for everyone.

As the afternoon wore on, the festive spirit was in full swing. Families mingled, enjoyed refreshments, and participated in various activities. Y/N found herself standing near the refreshment table, taking a brief break and observing the scene around her. Sangyeon and Jisoo were seated at a nearby table, enjoying hot cocoa and cookies, their conversation animated and full of laughter.

Y/N approached them, carrying a tray of cookies. “I thought you might like a little holiday treat,” she said, offering the tray.

Sangyeon accepted a cookie with a smile. “Thank you, Ms. Y/N. These look delicious.”

Jisoo eagerly reached for a cookie, his face lighting up with delight. “Thanks, Ms. Y/N!”

As they enjoyed their treats, Y/N and Sangyeon continued their conversation. They talked about their favorite holiday traditions, shared stories from their childhood, and even discussed their plans for the upcoming year. Y/N was struck by how open Sangyeon was becoming, revealing small glimpses of his personal life and experiences.

At one point, Y/N asked, “So, Mr. Lee, do you have any special holiday traditions you look forward to each year?”

Sangyeon paused for a moment, considering the question. “Actually, we do have a tradition in our family. Every year, we make a big holiday meal together and then spend the evening watching holiday movies. It’s a nice way to unwind and enjoy each other’s company.”

“That sounds lovely,” Y/N said, genuinely interested. “Do you have a favorite holiday movie?”

Sangyeon chuckled. “I have to admit, I’m a sucker for the classics. ‘It’s a Wonderful Life’ is always a favorite.”

Y/N’s eyes brightened. “That’s one of my favorites too! It’s such a heartwarming film.”

Their conversation continued, and Y/N found herself increasingly drawn to Sangyeon’s sincerity and warmth. He spoke with a kind of understated charm, and there was an easygoing nature to him that made their interactions enjoyable. Despite the slow pace of their developing relationship, Y/N felt a growing sense of connection and curiosity about him.

As the event drew to a close, Y/N found herself reluctant to say goodbye. The afternoon had been pleasant, filled with laughter and meaningful conversation. She felt a sense of satisfaction from the successful event and the positive interactions she had shared with Sangyeon and Jisoo.

Before they parted ways, Y/N took a moment to express her gratitude. “Thank you for coming today, Mr. Lee. It’s been wonderful to see you and Jisoo enjoying the festivities.”

Sangyeon nodded, his smile warm. “Thank you for organizing such a fantastic event, Ms. Y/N. Jisoo had a great time.”

Y/N felt a pang of reluctance as she prepared to leave. “I hope you and Jisoo have a wonderful holiday season. I’m looking forward to seeing you both again soon.”

“You too, Ms. Y/N,” Sangyeon said. “Take care.”

As Y/N watched Sangyeon and Jisoo leave, she felt a mixture of contentment and anticipation. Their interactions had deepened, and Y/N found herself increasingly intrigued by Sangyeon.

For now, Y/N was content with the gradual progress and the glimpses of truth she had begun to uncover. The slow burn of their relationship continued, marked by small, meaningful exchanges and shared experiences. Y/N remained patient, respecting Sangyeon’s boundaries while quietly hoping for opportunities to build a deeper connection.

The holiday season passed, bringing with it a sense of renewal and possibility. Y/N looked forward to the new year with optimism, eager to see how her relationship with Sangyeon would evolve. She appreciated the steady rhythm of their interactions and the growing sense of understanding between them.

The path ahead was uncertain, but Y/N was ready to embrace the journey, knowing that every step, no matter how small, was a step toward discovering the depth of their connection.

The winter months continued their gentle hold over the city, the cold air mingling with the warmth of emerging friendships and budding connections. As the days grew longer and the snow began to recede, Y/N and Sangyeon’s interactions had become a comforting routine.

In the following weeks, Y/N and Sangyeon began to spend more time together outside of school, though their interactions remained subtle and low-key. They exchanged casual text messages, often discussing their daily lives and sharing recommendations for books, movies, and local events. Their conversations were filled with light-hearted banter and genuine interest, creating a solid foundation for their growing friendship.

One chilly afternoon, as Y/N was preparing for a new week at school, she received a text from Sangyeon.

Sangyeon: “Hey, Ms. Y/N. I’m planning to visit the local farmer’s market this Saturday. They’re supposed to have some great winter produce. Would you be interested in joining me?”

Y/N paused for a moment, contemplating the invitation. The idea of spending more time with Sangyeon appealed to her, and the farmer’s market seemed like a pleasant way to do so. She quickly typed out a response.

Y/N: “That sounds lovely! I’d be happy to join you. What time were you thinking of going?”

Sangyeon: “How about 10 AM? We can grab a coffee first and then head to the market.”

Y/N: “Perfect. See you then!”

The anticipation of their outing brought a smile to Y/N’s face. She spent the rest of the week looking forward to the Saturday morning adventure, curious about what the farmer’s market had to offer.

Saturday arrived with a crisp, clear sky and a hint of warmth in the air. Y/N dressed warmly but comfortably, opting for a cozy sweater and a pair of jeans. She made her way to the café where they had previously met, eager to see Sangyeon and start their day.

When she arrived at the café, she found Sangyeon already waiting at a corner table, his warm smile greeting her as she walked in.

“Hi, Ms. Y/N,” Sangyeon said, standing up to greet her. “I hope you’re ready for a fun morning.”

“I am,” Y/N replied, returning his smile. “It’s great to see you again.”

They ordered their coffees and settled into their seats, chatting about their week and exchanging stories about their various activities. The conversation flowed effortlessly, and Y/N felt a growing sense of comfort in Sangyeon’s presence. The slow and steady progression of their relationship was creating a solid foundation for their budding connection.

After finishing their coffee, they made their way to the farmer’s market. The market was bustling with activity, vendors showcasing their fresh produce, baked goods, and handmade crafts. The air was filled with the aroma of fresh bread and roasted nuts, creating an inviting atmosphere.

Sangyeon led the way, guiding Y/N through the various stalls. “I thought we could start by checking out the vegetable stands. They’re supposed to have some amazing winter vegetables.”

Y/N nodded, her curiosity piqued. “That sounds like a great idea. I’ve been meaning to try cooking with some new ingredients.”

They spent the next hour exploring the market, sampling fresh produce and chatting with vendors. Sangyeon’s enthusiasm for the different products was infectious, and Y/N found herself enjoying the experience more than she had anticipated.

As they strolled through the market, Sangyeon pointed out his favorite stalls and shared tips on selecting the best ingredients. His knowledge and passion for cooking were evident, and Y/N admired his expertise.

“You really know your way around the market,” Y/N remarked, picking up a bunch of vibrant carrots.

Sangyeon grinned. “I’ve spent a lot of time here over the years. It’s one of my favorite places to find fresh ingredients.”

Their conversation continued as they wandered through the market, discussing their favorite recipes and cooking techniques. The slow pace of their interaction allowed them to learn more about each other’s preferences and interests, deepening their connection.

After purchasing a variety of items, they decided to take a break and enjoy a snack from one of the food vendors. They sat on a nearby bench, savoring warm pastries and hot chocolate as they continued their conversation.

“This is really nice,” Y/N said, taking a sip of her drink. “I’ve enjoyed spending time with you and exploring the market.”

Sangyeon nodded in agreement. “I’ve had a great time too. It’s nice to have the opportunity to get to know each other better outside of the classroom.”

Their conversation shifted to more personal topics as they continued to chat. Y/N shared stories about her childhood and her journey to becoming a kindergarten teacher, while Sangyeon opened up about his own experiences and aspirations.

The sun was dipping below the horizon, casting a soft, golden hue over the emptying farmer’s market. Y/N and Sangyeon walked slowly, their bags filled with fresh produce, the energy of the day settling into a peaceful lull. They had been at the market for hours, chatting with local vendors, trying samples, and picking out what felt like half the stalls’ worth of vegetables and fruits.

Y/N nudged Sangyeon lightly. “I think we’ve officially cleaned out the entire market,” she said with a laugh, glancing down at the bags in her hands.

Sangyeon grinned, shifting the weight of his own bags. “Jisoo’s going to be happy about it, though. He’ll eat just about anything as long as it’s fresh.”

Y/N smiled fondly. “He’s such a sweet kid. I can’t believe how well-behaved and smart he is at such a young age. You are really doing an amazing job.”

Sangyeon slowed slightly, his smile fading into something more thoughtful. “Uh, actually… I should probably clear something up.”

Y/N looked up at him, a puzzled expression crossing her face. “What do you mean?”

He sighed, adjusting the bag on his shoulder before meeting her gaze. “Jisoo—he’s not my son. I’m just his uncle.”

Y/N stopped in her tracks, eyes widening as she processed what he just said. “Wait, what?”

Sangyeon gave her a sheepish smile, his hand rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah… both of his parents are around. They’re actually really great, but they work a lot. So, I’ve been helping out whenever I can. He spends a lot of time with me, and I guess people just assume I’m his dad. It never felt important enough to correct.”

Y/N blinked a few times, her mind spinning. “I’ve been calling you ‘his dad’ this whole time… and you just let me?”

Sangyeon chuckled softly, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “I thought it was kind of funny, honestly. And… I don’t know, I guess I liked the idea of being seen that way, even if it wasn’t true.”

Y/N shook her head, laughing despite herself. “You should have told me sooner! I feel like an idiot.”

“Hey,” Sangyeon said, his voice gentle. “Don’t feel bad. Jisoo’s close to me, and I’m close to him. That’s all that matters, right?”

Y/N’s laughter died down, and she gave him a warm smile. “Yeah. You’re right. It’s really sweet that you’re so involved in his life.”

Sangyeon’s expression softened, and they started walking again, the moment of tension dissipating. “Thanks. He’s a good kid. It’s hard not to want to be there for him.”

As they walked through the nearly empty market, Y/N found herself looking at Sangyeon differently. There was something endearing about the way he talked about his family, his dedication to Jisoo. And now, knowing the truth, it felt like there was a layer of vulnerability she hadn’t seen before.

“It’s been a wonderful day,” Y/N said as they approached the exit of the market. “Thank you for inviting me.”

“It was my pleasure,” Sangyeon replied, his smile warm and genuine. “I’ve enjoyed every moment of it.”

They exchanged a final goodbye and promised to keep in touch. Y/N walked home with a sense of contentment, reflecting on the day’s events. The gradual progression of their relationship was creating a solid foundation, and she felt optimistic about the future.

The following week, Y/N and Sangyeon continued their regular interactions, often exchanging messages and occasionally meeting for coffee or brief catch-ups. Their connection continued to grow, marked by moments of shared laughter and mutual understanding.

One evening, as Y/N was preparing for bed, she received a text from Sangyeon.

Sangyeon: “Hey, Ms. Y/N. I was thinking it might be nice to go for a walk in the park this weekend. The weather’s supposed to be nice. What do you think?”

Y/N smiled at the invitation, her excitement evident. Y/N: “That sounds lovely. I’d enjoy that. What time were you thinking?”

Sangyeon: “How about Sunday afternoon? We can meet at the park entrance at 2 PM.”

Y/N: “Perfect. I’ll see you then!”

As the weekend approached, Y/N looked forward to their park outing with anticipation. The slow and steady progression of their relationship had created a comfortable and meaningful connection, and she was eager to continue exploring the possibilities.

Sunday afternoon arrived with clear skies and a gentle breeze. Y/N arrived at the park entrance a bit early, taking in the beauty of the surroundings. The park was a tranquil oasis, with lush greenery and winding paths that offered a peaceful retreat from the city.

When Sangyeon arrived, he greeted Y/N with his usual warm smile. “Hi, Ms. Y/N. Ready for a walk?”

“Hi, Mr. Lee,” Y/N replied, returning his smile. “I’m ready. This park is beautiful.”

They began their walk, following one of the scenic trails that meandered through the park. The conversation flowed naturally, as they talked about their favorite parks, outdoor activities, and their experiences with nature.

As they walked, Y/N and Sangyeon continued to enjoy each other’s company. The slow pace of their interactions allowed them to appreciate the small moments of connection and understanding.

By the end of the walk, as the sun began to set, Y/N and Sangyeon found a quiet spot to sit and enjoy the view. They shared a comfortable silence, taking in the beauty of the park and the peaceful atmosphere.

“This has been a really nice day,” Y/N said, breaking the silence. “I’ve enjoyed our time together.”

Sangyeon nodded, his expression thoughtful. “I’ve enjoyed it too. It’s been great getting to know you better.”

Their conversation continued as they relaxed in the park, their connection deepening with each shared moment. The slow and steady progression of their relationship was creating a solid foundation for something meaningful, and Y/N couldn’t help but feel optimistic about the future.

As the evening drew to a close, Y/N and Sangyeon exchanged warm goodbyes, each looking forward to the next opportunity to spend time together. The path of their relationship was unfolding gradually.

Spring had arrived in the city, bringing with it a sense of renewal and fresh beginnings. The trees were budding with vibrant green leaves, and the flowers were blooming in a riot of colors. The park, where Y/N and Sangyeon had taken their walks, now looked even more inviting. The season’s change seemed to mirror the evolving nature of their relationship.

Y/N and Sangyeon had continued their slow progression, meeting regularly for coffee, walks in the park, and occasionally sharing meals. Their connection had deepened, marked by a growing sense of comfort and mutual understanding. Their interactions remained grounded and genuine, allowing them both to savor each moment.

One sunny Saturday morning, Y/N found herself looking forward to another outing with Sangyeon. They had planned a visit to a local art fair, something Y/N had been excited about for weeks. Art had always been a passion of hers, and she was eager to share this experience with Sangyeon.

She arrived at the art fair a bit early, taking in the vibrant atmosphere as artists showcased their work in colorful tents and booths. The air was filled with the sounds of cheerful chatter, and the scent of freshly baked treats wafted through the fairgrounds.

Y/N was admiring a collection of paintings when she spotted Sangyeon walking toward her, his warm smile greeting her from afar. He approached with a light-hearted bounce in his step, clearly excited about the day.

“Hi, Ms. Y/N!” Sangyeon called out, his voice filled with enthusiasm. “This place looks amazing. I’ve been looking forward to it.”

“Hi, Mr. Lee,” Y/N replied, returning his smile. “I’m glad you could make it. I’ve been eager to explore the art fair with you.”

They spent the next few hours strolling through the fair, stopping at various booths to admire the artwork. The array of paintings, sculptures, and crafts was impressive, and Y/N found herself captivated by the creativity on display.

Sangyeon, though less familiar with the art world, showed genuine interest in Y/N’s observations and opinions. They discussed the various pieces they encountered, with Y/N explaining the techniques and styles that intrigued her.

“This painting is stunning,” Y/N said, pointing to a vibrant piece featuring a serene landscape. “I love the use of color and light. It really captures the essence of tranquility.”

Sangyeon nodded, studying the painting with newfound appreciation. “I can see that. It’s amazing how art can evoke such strong emotions. I wouldn’t have noticed those details without your perspective.”

Their conversation flowed naturally, and they continued to explore the fair, enjoying each other’s company. The slow and steady progression of their relationship allowed them to appreciate these moments of connection and understanding.

After a few hours of browsing, they decided to take a break and grab a bite to eat. They found a cozy food stand offering an array of delicious options and settled at a nearby picnic table.

“This is a great spot,” Sangyeon said, taking a bite of his sandwich. “The food here is fantastic.”

“I agree,” Y/N replied, enjoying a tasty pastry. “It’s nice to have a chance to relax and chat after all that walking.”

Their conversation shifted to more personal topics as they continued to eat. They talked about their favorite artists, memorable experiences, and their future aspirations. Sangyeon opened up about his passion for cooking, sharing stories about his culinary adventures and favorite dishes.

“I’ve always wanted to try my hand at baking,” Sangyeon confessed. “There’s something so satisfying about creating something delicious from scratch.”

Y/N’s eyes lit up with interest. “That sounds wonderful. I’ve always enjoyed baking as well. Maybe we could exchange recipes sometime.”

Sangyeon’s smile widened. “I’d love that. It would be great to share our culinary creations with each other.”

The afternoon continued with a sense of ease and contentment. As they wrapped up their time at the art fair, Y/N and Sangyeon exchanged thoughts on their favorite pieces and experiences from the day.

“I’m really glad we came,” Y/N said, her voice reflecting genuine appreciation. “It’s been such a pleasure exploring the art fair with you.”

“Me too,” Sangyeon replied, his tone warm and sincere. “I’ve enjoyed every moment. It’s been great getting to know you better.”

They made plans to meet again soon, with Sangyeon suggesting another outing for next weekend. Y/N eagerly agreed, looking forward to the next opportunity to spend time together.

As they said their goodbyes, Y/N felt a growing sense of connection and excitement about the future. The slow, steady pace of their relationship had created a solid foundation, and she felt optimistic about the possibilities ahead.

The following week was filled with a mix of routine activities and anticipation for their next outing. Y/N continued her work at the kindergarten, enjoying the interactions with her students and the sense of fulfillment that came with her job. Sangyeon’s presence in her life had become a cherished part of her routine, and she looked forward to their time together.

One evening, as Y/N was preparing dinner at home, she received a text from Sangyeon.

Sangyeon: “Hey, Ms. Y/N. I was thinking it might be nice to have a picnic at the park this weekend. The weather’s supposed to be lovely. What do you think?”

Y/N’s face lit up with a smile. Y/N: “That sounds perfect! I’d love to have a picnic. What time were you thinking?”

Sangyeon: “How about Saturday afternoon? We can meet at the park entrance around 1 PM.”

Y/N: “Sounds great. I’ll see you then!”

The anticipation for their picnic filled Y/N with excitement. She spent the next few days preparing for the outing, packing a basket with a variety of delicious treats and planning a comfortable setup for their picnic.

Saturday arrived with clear skies and a gentle breeze. Y/N arrived at the park entrance with her picnic basket in hand, ready for the day’s adventure. Sangyeon was already waiting for her, his warm smile greeting her as she approached.

“Hi, Ms. Y/N,” Sangyeon said, his eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. “I’m glad you could make it. Are you ready for a picnic?”

“Hi, Mr. Lee,” Y/N replied, returning his smile. “I’m definitely ready. I’ve got everything we need for a great picnic.”

They made their way to a shaded spot under a large oak tree, spreading out a blanket and setting up their picnic. The park was lively with families and friends enjoying the beautiful weather, adding to the cheerful atmosphere.

As they settled down and began to enjoy their picnic, their conversation flowed easily. They talked about their favorite outdoor activities, shared stories about past picnics, and discussed their plans for the summer.

“This picnic is wonderful,” Y/N said, taking a bite of one of the sandwiches she had prepared. “You picked a great spot.”

“I’m glad you like it,” Sangyeon replied, savoring a bite of fruit. “It’s been nice spending time together and enjoying the day.”

Their conversation continued as they relaxed in the park, enjoying the simple pleasure of each other’s company. The slow and steady pace of their relationship allowed them to appreciate these moments of connection and understanding.

As the afternoon wore on, Y/N and Sangyeon decided to take a leisurely walk around the park. They strolled along the winding paths, taking in the beauty of the blooming flowers and the vibrant greenery.

The day continued to unfold with a sense of ease and contentment. As the sun began to set, casting a warm golden glow over the park, Y/N and Sangyeon found a quiet spot to sit and enjoy the view.

“This has been such a lovely day,” Y/N said, her voice reflecting genuine appreciation. “I’ve really enjoyed our time together.”

Sangyeon nodded, his smile warm and sincere. “I’ve enjoyed it too. It’s been great getting to know you better and spending time together.”

As the days continued to pass, Y/N and Sangyeon’s connection continued to grow. Their interactions remained grounded and meaningful, marked by moments of shared laughter and understanding. The anticipation for their next outing kept Y/N excited, and she looked forward to exploring the possibilities of their evolving relationship.

Summer had fully settled into the city, with long, warm days and clear, starry nights. The park, where Y/N and Sangyeon had spent so much time together, now seemed like a magical place, bathed in golden sunlight. Their relationship had continued to develop at a slow, deliberate pace, with each moment spent together strengthening their bond.

The weeks leading up to the summer break were filled with anticipation and excitement for Y/N. Her students had been working hard, and she was proud of their progress. She continued to look forward to her time with Sangyeon, enjoying their leisurely outings and deepening conversations.

One particular Saturday morning, Y/N was bustling around her kitchen, preparing for a small gathering she had planned. She had invited Sangyeon over for brunch, hoping to celebrate the end of the school year with a relaxed and enjoyable meal. She had spent the previous evening preparing a variety of dishes, from freshly baked croissants to a colorful fruit salad.

The doorbell rang at precisely 10:30 AM, and Y/N hurried to answer it, wiping her hands on a towel. As she opened the door, she was greeted by Sangyeon’s warm smile and a bouquet of flowers in his hand.

“Good morning, Ms. Y/N,” Sangyeon said, his eyes twinkling with excitement. “I brought these for you. I thought they’d brighten your day.”

“Good morning, Mr. Lee,” Y/N replied, accepting the flowers with a grateful smile. “Thank you so much. They’re beautiful. Please, come in.”

Sangyeon stepped inside, looking around with interest. The aroma of freshly prepared food filled the air, and he could see the neatly arranged table set for their brunch.

“This looks amazing,” Sangyeon commented, his eyes widening in appreciation. “You’ve really outdone yourself.”

“I’m glad you think so,” Y/N said, feeling a flush of pride. “I wanted to make today special. I’ve been looking forward to spending some quality time with you.”

As they settled at the table, they began to enjoy the brunch Y/N had prepared. The conversation flowed naturally, with Sangyeon sharing anecdotes from his week and Y/N talking about her experiences with her students.

“I had a fantastic last day of school with the kids,” Y/N said, her eyes shining with enthusiasm. “They were so excited about the summer break, and we had a little party to celebrate.”

“That sounds wonderful,” Sangyeon replied. “I bet they were thrilled. You always seem to make every day special for them.”

Y/N’s cheeks flushed slightly at the compliment. “Thank you. It’s really important to me that they have a positive experience. And I’ve loved having the chance to get to know them.”

Their conversation continued as they enjoyed the meal, filled with laughter and shared stories. The atmosphere was relaxed and comfortable, with both Y/N and Sangyeon feeling at ease in each other’s company.

After brunch, they decided to take a leisurely walk around Y/N’s neighborhood. The summer weather was perfect for a stroll, with a gentle breeze and the sun shining brightly overhead.

As they walked, their conversation turned to their plans for the summer. Y/N shared her excitement about a trip she had planned to a nearby coastal town, where she hoped to spend some time relaxing by the beach and exploring the local sights.

“I’ve been looking forward to this trip for weeks,” Y/N said, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “I’ve always loved the beach, and I think it will be a great way to unwind after the school year.”

“That sounds fantastic,” Sangyeon said, nodding in agreement. “I’ve always enjoyed beach trips too. There’s something so refreshing about the ocean and the sand.”

Their discussion continued as they wandered through the neighborhood, taking in the sights and enjoying each other’s company. The slow and steady progression of their relationship allowed them to savor these moments of connection and understanding.

As the sun began to set, casting a warm golden glow over the city, Y/N and Sangyeon found themselves back at her apartment. They decided to sit on the balcony and enjoy the view of the city lights as they continued their conversation.

“I’ve really enjoyed today,” Sangyeon said, his voice sincere. “It’s been nice to spend some quality time together and get to know each other better.”

“Me too,” Y/N replied, her smile reflecting her feelings. “Today has been perfect. I’m really grateful for the time we’ve spent together.”

They continued to talk as the evening wore on, discussing their favorite books, movies, and music. The conversation flowed easily, and they found themselves laughing and sharing personal stories.

As the night drew to a close, Sangyeon stood up, preparing to head home. “Thank you for a wonderful day, Ms. Y/N. I’ve had a great time.”

“You’re welcome, Mr. Lee,” Y/N said, standing up as well. “I’m glad you enjoyed it. I’m looking forward to our next outing.”

They exchanged a warm hug, both feeling a sense of contentment and anticipation for the future.

The following week brought a mix of routine activities and moments of anticipation. Y/N continued to prepare for her upcoming trip, excited about the opportunity to relax and unwind. She also looked forward to her next meeting with Sangyeon, eagerly anticipating their next adventure together.

One afternoon, Y/N received a message from Sangyeon.

Sangyeon: “Hi, Ms. Y/N. I was thinking it might be nice to have a small dinner party this weekend. I’d love for you to come. What do you think?”

Y/N’s heart skipped a beat at the invitation. Y/N: “That sounds wonderful! I’d love to come. What time should I be there?”

Sangyeon: “How about 7 PM on Saturday? I’ll send you the address. I’m looking forward to it!”

Y/N: “I can’t wait. See you then!”

The anticipation for the dinner party added a new layer of excitement to Y/N’s week. She spent the next few days preparing for the event, carefully choosing an outfit and planning a small gift for Sangyeon as a token of her appreciation.

Saturday evening arrived, and Y/N found herself standing outside Sangyeon’s apartment building, holding a small bouquet of flowers. She had received the address earlier in the week and had been eagerly looking forward to the dinner party.

As she approached the entrance, she could hear the faint sounds of music and laughter coming from inside. She took a deep breath, adjusted her outfit, and pressed the buzzer for Sangyeon’s apartment.

“Hi, Ms. Y/N!” Sangyeon’s voice came through the intercom. “I’m so glad you could make it. Please come on up.”

The door buzzed open, and Y/N made her way to Sangyeon’s apartment. When she arrived, he greeted her with a warm smile and a friendly hug.

“Welcome!” Sangyeon said, taking the bouquet from Y/N. “Thank you for bringing these. They’re beautiful.”

“You’re welcome,” Y/N replied, feeling a bit nervous but excited. “Thank you for inviting me. I’m really looking forward to the evening.”

Sangyeon led her into the apartment, which was tastefully decorated and filled with the aroma of delicious food. The dining table was set with care, and the atmosphere was warm and inviting.

“Feel free to make yourself at home,” Sangyeon said, guiding Y/N to a comfortable seat. “The dinner will be ready soon, and we’ll have a chance to enjoy some great food and conversation.”

As they waited for the meal to be served, Sangyeon and Y/N continued their conversation, discussing their favorite recipes and sharing cooking tips. The relaxed atmosphere allowed them to connect on a deeper level, and Y/N felt a growing sense of comfort and familiarity.

When the dinner was finally served, it was clear that Sangyeon had put a lot of effort into preparing the meal. The table was filled with a variety of dishes, from savory main courses to delectable desserts.

“This looks incredible,” Y/N said, her eyes widening in appreciation. “You’ve really outdone yourself.”

“I’m glad you think so,” Sangyeon replied, smiling with pride. “I hope you enjoy everything. It’s been fun preparing this meal for you.”

As they enjoyed the dinner, their conversation continued to flow easily, filled with laughter and shared stories. The evening felt effortless, marked by moments of connection and understanding.

By the end of the night, as Y/N prepared to head home, she felt a deep sense of satisfaction and happiness. The slow, steady progression of their relationship had created a solid foundation, and she was excited about the future.

Sangyeon walked her to the door, his smile warm and genuine. “Thank you for coming tonight, Ms. Y/N. I had a great time.”

“You’re welcome, Mr. Lee,” Y/N replied, her smile reflecting her feelings. “Thank you for hosting such a lovely evening. I’m looking forward to our next adventure together.”

As Y/N made her way home, she reflected on the evening’s events with a sense of contentment.

The summer days in the small town continued to blend into one another, each one a testament to the warmth and depth of Y/N and Sangyeon’s growing connection. By now, their meetings had become a cherished part of their routine, and both looked forward to the time they spent together. Despite their slow progression, the bond between them was undeniable.

As the day for their next outing approached, Y/N found herself filled with both excitement and a touch of nervous anticipation. The promise of exploring a new town and spending more time with Sangyeon was invigorating. She took extra care in selecting her outfit for the day—a light blue sundress that flowed gracefully with her movements, paired with a simple white cardigan for a touch of elegance. The outfit was comfortable yet chic, perfect for a day of exploration and conversation.

The morning sun bathed the town in a golden glow, and Y/N arrived at the park entrance with a heart full of anticipation. She arrived a bit earlier than planned, wanting to savor the tranquility of the park before Sangyeon arrived. As she waited, she took in the sights and sounds around her—the distant laughter of children, the chirping of birds, and the rustling of leaves in the gentle breeze.

At exactly 10 AM, Sangyeon pulled up in his silver car, his arrival signaled by the soft rumble of the engine. He stepped out of the car, his presence striking and reassuring. Dressed in a casual button-down shirt and jeans, he looked effortlessly stylish and at ease. Y/N’s heart skipped a beat as he approached her with a warm smile.

“Good morning, Ms. Y/N,” Sangyeon greeted, his voice carrying a note of genuine enthusiasm. “Ready for our adventure?”

“Good morning, Mr. Lee,” Y/N responded, her smile matching his. “I’m very excited. This town looks amazing.”

Sangyeon opened the car door for Y/N, a gesture that made her heart flutter with appreciation. As they drove to the town, the conversation flowed naturally, with Sangyeon sharing interesting anecdotes about the area and Y/N chiming in with her own observations and stories. Their rapport was effortless, and the journey passed in what felt like the blink of an eye.

Upon reaching the town, Y/N was immediately struck by its charm. The cobblestone streets were lined with quaint shops and cozy cafes, and the air was filled with the scent of fresh pastries and blooming flowers. The town had a warm, welcoming atmosphere that made Y/N feel right at home.

Sangyeon parked the car, and they set off on foot, their exploration beginning with a visit to a renowned bakery. The bakery’s exterior was as charming as its interior, with pastel-colored awnings and flower boxes brimming with vibrant blooms. Inside, the aroma of freshly baked goods was irresistible.

“This place is famous for its cinnamon rolls,” Sangyeon said, leading Y/N to the counter. “I thought we should start with these.”

Y/N’s eyes widened with delight as she watched Sangyeon place the order. The cinnamon rolls were everything he had promised—soft, gooey, and perfectly spiced. She took a bite and closed her eyes, savoring the sweet, cinnamon flavor.

“This is incredible,” Y/N said, her voice filled with genuine appreciation. “You have excellent taste.”

“I’m glad you think so,” Sangyeon replied with a smile. “I’ve been coming here for years. It’s one of my favorite spots.”

They enjoyed their pastries and iced coffees at a cozy table by the window. The conversation continued to flow effortlessly, punctuated by shared laughter and moments of comfortable silence. It was clear that their time together was as enjoyable for Sangyeon as it was for Y/N.

After finishing their pastries, they strolled through the town, taking in the various shops and boutiques. They meandered through a charming bookstore, where they found themselves engrossed in discussions about their favorite authors and literary genres. Y/N selected a few books that piqued her interest, and Sangyeon made a mental note of her preferences, eager to surprise her with a thoughtful gift in the future.

As the day progressed, they decided to take a break for lunch at a quaint café with outdoor seating. The café was adorned with colorful flowers and provided a picturesque view of the town square. They ordered sandwiches and iced teas, and once again, the conversation was lively and engaging.

“I’ve had such a wonderful time today,” Y/N said, her voice filled with warmth. “It’s been so nice to explore this town with you.”

“I’ve enjoyed it too,” Sangyeon replied, his smile sincere. “It’s been great getting to know you better. I feel like we’ve really connected.”

After lunch, they decided to take a leisurely walk through a nearby park. The park was serene, with well-manicured lawns, a small pond, and shaded paths perfect for a relaxing stroll. They found a peaceful spot by the pond and took a seat on a bench, enjoying the tranquility of the setting.

As they sat together, Y/N reflected on the depth of their growing relationship. They had shared so many special moments, and the connection between them had only strengthened with time. Despite the slow pace, she felt a strong sense of contentment and excitement about the future.

Sangyeon, sensing Y/N’s contemplative mood, turned to her and asked, “What’s on your mind?”

Y/N smiled, her gaze drifting over the pond. “I’ve just been thinking about how much I’ve enjoyed spending time with you. It’s been really special, and I’m grateful for every moment we’ve shared.”

Sangyeon’s expression softened, and he reached out to take her hand in his. The touch was gentle and reassuring, and Y/N’s heart raced at the contact. “I’ve enjoyed it too,” Sangyeon said quietly. “You’re an incredible person, and I’m really happy to have you in my life.”

Y/N looked into Sangyeon’s eyes, seeing the sincerity and warmth there. “What are you thinking about, Mr. Lee?”

Sangyeon took a deep breath, his gaze never leaving hers. “I’ve been thinking about how we’ve been spending time together and how much I value our moments. I know we’ve been taking things slowly, but I feel like it’s the right time to ask you something important.”

Y/N’s heart fluttered with anticipation. She looked at him with a mixture of curiosity and nervousness. “What is it?”

Sangyeon hesitated for a moment, then continued, “I would really like to take you out on a proper date. We’ve spent so much time together, and I feel like it’s time for us to explore what this could become. Would you be interested in going on a date with me?”

Y/N’s heart skipped a beat, and she felt a rush of excitement and happiness. She looked into Sangyeon’s eyes, seeing the genuine affection and sincerity there. “I’d love to go on a date with you, Mr. Lee.”

Sangyeon’s face lit up with a relieved and happy smile. “I’m glad to hear that. I’ve been looking forward to asking you for a while now, and I’m really excited about the possibility of exploring this relationship further.”

As they continued to sit by the pond, holding hands and sharing their thoughts, Y/N felt a deep sense of contentment. The slow, deliberate pace of their relationship had allowed them to build a strong foundation, and she was excited about the next chapter of their journey together.

The sun began to set, casting a warm, golden glow over the park. The day had been perfect, filled with memorable moments and meaningful conversations. Y/N and Sangyeon had taken their time, savoring each step of their growing relationship. As they prepared to head home, they both felt a sense of anticipation and excitement for the future.

Sangyeon walked Y/N back to her car, and they shared a heartfelt hug before saying their goodbyes. “Thank you for a wonderful day,” Y/N said, her voice filled with warmth. “I’m really looking forward to our date.”

“Me too,” Sangyeon replied, his eyes shining with happiness. “I can’t wait to see where this leads.”

As Y/N drove home, she reflected on the day with a sense of fulfillment and joy. The slow, steady progression of their relationship had created a strong foundation, and she was excited about the possibilities that lay ahead. The journey was just beginning, and she was eager to see where it would take them.

The next chapter of their story was about to unfold, and Y/N was ready to embrace it with open arms. The journey had been slow, but it had been worth every moment. She looked forward to the adventures that awaited them and to the possibility of a future filled with love and happiness.

The day had been a perfect blend of relaxation and discovery, and as Y/N settled into her evening routine, she felt a sense of peace and contentment. She had spent quality time with Sangyeon, deepened their connection, and taken the first step toward exploring their relationship in a more meaningful way.

As she prepared for bed, Y/N thought about the upcoming date with Sangyeon. The anticipation of spending more time together and the excitement of exploring the next phase of their relationship filled her with a sense of joy and hope. She knew that the journey ahead would be filled with moments of happiness, growth, and discovery.

With a smile on her face, Y/N drifted off to sleep, eager to see where the future would lead and excited for the possibilities that awaited her and Sangyeon. The slow, steady progression of their relationship had set the stage for a beautiful beginning, and Y/N was ready to embrace whatever came next.

The next morning, Y/N woke up feeling refreshed and excited. She spent the day preparing for her date with Sangyeon, carefully choosing her outfit and getting ready with a mix of nervousness and anticipation. She wanted everything to be perfect, knowing that this date would mark a new chapter in their relationship.

As the time for their date approached, Y/N found herself unable to contain her excitement. She checked her phone for the time and confirmed the details with Sangyeon. They had decided to meet at a charming little bistro in town, known for its cozy atmosphere and delicious cuisine.

When Y/N arrived at the bistro, she was greeted by the warm, inviting ambiance of the restaurant. The soft lighting and elegant decor created a romantic setting, and Y/N felt a sense of anticipation as she waited for Sangyeon to arrive.

As the clock struck the designated time, Sangyeon walked through the door, looking dashing in a well-fitted suit. His eyes met Y/N’s, and a warm smile spread across his face. He approached her, and Y/N’s heart fluttered with happiness.

“Good evening, Ms. Y/N,” Sangyeon greeted, his voice filled with warmth and affection. “You look stunning.”

“Thank you, Mr. Lee,” Y/N replied, her cheeks flushing with pleasure. “You look very handsome yourself.”

They were led to their table, a cozy corner with a view of the city lights. As they settled in, the conversation flowed easily, just as it always did. They talked about their day, their hopes for the future, and their shared interests.

The meal was exquisite, with each course more delicious than the last. They enjoyed a variety of dishes, from appetizers to dessert, savoring every bite and appreciating the quality of the food. The atmosphere of the bistro was perfect for a romantic evening, and Y/N felt a deep sense of contentment.

As the evening progressed, Y/N and Sangyeon continued to share their thoughts and feelings, their connection growing stronger with each passing moment. They laughed, reminisced, and dreamed about the future, savoring the intimate moments they shared.

By the end of the evening, as they walked back to their cars, Y/N felt a sense of happiness and fulfillment. The date had been everything she had hoped for and more. She and Sangyeon had taken a significant step forward in their relationship, and she was excited about the possibilities that lay ahead.

Sangyeon took Y/N’s hand as they said their goodbyes, his touch gentle and reassuring. “Thank you for a wonderful evening,” he said, his eyes filled with affection. “I’m really glad we had this time together.”

“I enjoyed it so much,” Y/N replied, her voice soft and sincere. “I’m looking forward to seeing where this journey takes us.”

As Y/N drove home, she reflected on the evening with a sense of joy and satisfaction. The date had been a beautiful experience, and she felt more connected to Sangyeon than ever before. The future was full of possibilities, and she was excited to see what it held for them.

The journey they had embarked on together had been slow and steady, but it had been filled with meaningful moments and genuine connection. Y/N felt grateful for every step they had taken and was eager to continue building their relationship.

As she arrived home and prepared for bed, Y/N felt a sense of peace and happiness. She knew that the journey with Sangyeon was just beginning, and she was ready to embrace it with an open heart and a hopeful spirit.

The night was quiet, with the hum of the city slowly fading into the background as Y/N lay in bed, replaying the day in her mind. The date with Sangyeon had been everything she hadn’t known she needed. It wasn’t the grand, over-the-top romantic experience, but it was filled with the kind of simplicity and warmth that made her heart feel full.

The way he had listened to her, the way he had laughed at her jokes, the small touches that sent warmth through her – every moment had deepened the connection they had been building for so long.

But there was still a sense of anticipation she couldn’t quite shake. Despite all the wonderful moments they’d shared, there was a question lingering in her mind: what were they, exactly? Friends who went on dates? Something more? She wasn’t sure, and it was starting to weigh on her.

The evening was set for a delightful picnic at the park, and Y/N was thrilled about the special outing with Sangyeon. They had arranged a cozy spot with a blanket spread out on the grass, a picnic basket filled with homemade dishes, and a bottle of sparkling lemonade chilling in an ice bucket. The sun was beginning to set, casting a warm, golden glow over the park.

Y/N was adjusting the blanket when she noticed Sangyeon approaching with Jisoo in tow. Jisoo’s face lit up with excitement as he saw the picnic setup. “Ms. Y/N, Uncle Sangyeon said we could have a picnic together! I brought some cookies I baked with Grandma.”

Sangyeon chuckled as he set down the picnic basket. “I hope Jisoo’s cookies are as good as his enthusiasm.”

Y/N smiled warmly at Jisoo. “I’m sure they are. Thank you for bringing them, Jisoo. They’ll make the picnic even better.”

Jisoo proudly handed over a container of cookies. “They’re chocolate chip. Grandma said they’re the best.”

As they settled down on the blanket, the picnic unfolded beautifully. Y/N and Sangyeon enjoyed their meal, exchanging stories and laughing together, while Jisoo eagerly talked about his latest adventures. The atmosphere was filled with joy and the sweet sounds of a pleasant evening in the park.

At one point, as they were finishing their meal and chatting about various topics, Jisoo suddenly became quite serious. He glanced at Y/N and then at Sangyeon, his little brow furrowed in concentration.

Y/N, curious, asked, “What’s on your mind, Jisoo?”

Jisoo took a deep breath and said, “Ms. Y/N, can I tell you a secret?”

Y/N leaned in, her curiosity piqued. “Of course, Jisoo. What’s the secret?”

Without lowering his voice or trying to be discreet, Jisoo announced loudly, “My uncle thinks you’re pretty!”

The words hung in the air, and Y/N’s face turned a lovely shade of pink. She looked over at Sangyeon, who was trying to hide his embarrassment behind a sheepish grin.

Sangyeon cleared his throat and took Y/N’s hand. “Well, I guess Jisoo beat me to it. I’ve been wanting to tell you how I feel, but he made it clear for me.”

Y/N’s heart skipped a beat. She looked at Sangyeon with a soft smile, her eyes reflecting the warmth she felt. “Thank you, Jisoo. That’s very sweet of you. And thank you, Sangyeon, for sharing your feelings.”

Jisoo, pleased with the reaction, beamed up at them. “I’m glad you know now. I think you’re really nice, Ms. Y/N.”

Sangyeon gave Y/N’s hand a gentle squeeze, his eyes filled with affection. “I’ve been trying to find the right moment to tell you how much I care about you. Jisoo’s honesty just sped up the process.”

Y/N laughed softly, feeling a warm glow inside. “I’m glad he did.

Jisoo, sensing the special moment, beamed up at them. “Are you two going to be boyfriend and girlfriend now?”

Sangyeon chuckled, ruffling Jisoo’s hair. “I think that’s up to Ms. Y/N.”

Y/N laughed softly, her heart fluttering with excitement. “I’d like that very much, Jisoo. Sangyeon, I’d love to be your girlfriend.”

Sangyeon’s face lit up with a genuine smile. “That makes me very happy. I’ve been looking forward to this for a long time.”

The three of them spent the remainder of the evening enjoying each other’s company. Jisoo’s innocent excitement about the new dynamic between Y/N and Sangyeon only added to the joy of the night. They played a few games, told stories, and watched the twilight deepen into night.

As the stars began to appear, Y/N and Sangyeon took a quiet moment alone while Jisoo was busy with a flashlight, pretending to search for “hidden treasures” in the park.

Sangyeon took Y/N’s hand, his voice tender. “Tonight has been everything I hoped it would be. I’m so grateful for this moment and for you.”

Y/N squeezed his hand, her heart full. “Me too. I’m excited for what the future holds for us.”

They shared a tender kiss under the starry sky, feeling the warmth of their connection deepening. As they packed up the picnic supplies and said their goodbyes to Jisoo, Y/N felt a sense of contentment and anticipation for the future.

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[calummss]

being in a relationship with cameron monaghan…

masterlist

start and development of relationship

i think you and cam would be the embodiment of childhood best friends to lovers

your families were super close friends and lived next to each other in the los angeles suburbs

they made play dates, made sure you attended the same kindergarten, school etc.

this meant you saw each other literally every second of every day but you didn’t mind

every other weekend your parents would get together in their backyards and have a barbecue which meant the two of you would stay up the whole night together

you would fall asleep together, waking up in his arms or with his head on your stomach

casual display of affection because ‘you are just best friends and have been doing it since you were kids’

late night deep talks on the rooftop!!

trying your first cigarette together and breaking into fits of coughing and laughter as the hot smoke clashes with the cold night air

one time your parents asked you if you two were together and you denied it so fast lmao. like you were flustered!!

“imagine if we dated.” “imagine.”

when either one of you had trouble sleeping you would throw rocks at each other’s window to spend time together

you would always end up in the backyard, talking until you fell asleep

your parents found you like this most days

even they knew!!

“i know you better than i know myself”

you too were interested in the entertainment industry so sometimes you wouldn’t see each other for weeks

one day you get into a huge fight because the other went on a “date” and didn’t tell the other

“do they even know [small insignificant thing you mentioned once] …”

no one knew how to act until you kissed each other

the silence was so loud

“it’s always been you” / “i’ve always loved you” / “i have loved you all my life”

being each other’s firsts and lasts at the same time

he gifts you a necklace with his birthstone that matches the ring he bought himself (with your initial engraved)

being super excited when cameron gets cast in shameless!!

you got booked for your first tv show and started working on music

what the relationship would include

dedicating songs to cameron

forehead/cheek/temple/top of head kisses

making songs with cam!!

adopting pets together (bonus if its cats and dogs)

cameron appearing in your music videos

everyone being obsessed with you like they are with blake lively and ryan reynolds

cam’s hands are always on you!! around your waist, hand resting on your thigh, holding your hand, anything!! this man needs to feel you at all times

anytime there is a shameless cast reunion you’re automatically invited cause everyone loves you and you’re basically a part of the team

“there’s not a moment in my life where i haven’t loved you”

any award he wins he will always thank you first. it just comes naturally

i feel like he’s the type of boyfriend to save video edits of you

and then watches them when you’re away because he misses you…

so random but i have this tugging feeling that emma kenney and you would be super close. like when you catapulted to stardom during cam’s time on shameless, you were emma’s favourite singer and she’d always ask cam how you were and if you ever wanted to hang out with her

it was adorable!!

this + noel being the biggest y/n-nator (you sang at his wedding)

since we’re already talking about the shameless actors being your fans we cannot forget the nr.1 fan SHANOLA!!!

back to the things the relationship would include

late night beach trips

morning coffee runs with the dogs

cameron attending most of your concerts

bonus: fans film him jamming to your songs with your friends and family and they go super viral!!

cooking together, music blasting through the entire house as you dance together in your underwear

even in your thirties your parents still have weekly dinners. it brings back so many memories and a wave of nostalgia washes over you

just imagine how sexy cam would look in black linen pants and a white shirt (first few buttons undone) holding tongs as he stands by the grill with a beer in his hand inspo pic

cameron always cups your face, holds your face or places his hand on the back of your head when he kisses you!!

playing mario kart and cursing at each other (you did this as kids too)

occasionally late at night you have a couple of drinks and smokes, reminiscing about your childhoods

when cam hugs you he lifts you off the ground and does a little spin

leaning into each other when laughing

bonus: your/his wedding vows going something like this: “do you remember how our parents always used to joke that we'd get married one day? we’d get so defensive and embarrassed. they acted like they had us all figured out. now they’re in the front row having the last laugh […]” + imagine cameron singing an original song (something like perfect by ed sheeran)

[gyusimp]

°• 🍡 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚜 🍡 •° [Dom Mitsuri Kanroji x Fem reader]

Ok, I know this post is a bit different so let me explain. I have a friend who's sickly in love with Mitsuri, so she literally paid me to write a fic for her hahaha. I had never written femxfem before, doing this took me out of my comfort zone and even helped me unblock myself! It was a new experience and at the same time fun, I was satisfied with the result so I wanted to post it here in case anyone is interested lmao otherwise just ignore it. I'll post it on AO3 later too.

°•Read Part 02 here!

🍡WARNINGS: NSFW | Fem character x fem reader | Smut | Modern AU | Both of them are adults | Minors DON'T interact.

You were outside her door, in the hallway of her apartment after ringing the bell. Mitsuri would not take long to leave and so it was. After about 10 seconds she appeared on the other side of the door with a big smile on her face as she invited you in.

You had a math test in 1 week at university, you weren't exactly good at math so your friend immediately offered to give you some lessons, practice some topics and help you pass the test with the highest possible score.

"Welcome back, y/n-chan!" She greeted you, excited.

You took off your shoes and left them at the entrance and then headed to Mitsuri's room, the sound of your bare feet and hers walking on the floor accompanied their voices down the hall until she entered her room. The study desk was clean and tidy ready to work so you put your small backpack on the floor next to the bed and sat on one of the chairs that Mitsuri had brought.

"Thank you so much Mitsuri, you have no idea how much this will help me, you are amazing." You thanked her, for the thousandth time since she offered you her help.

"It's nothing y/n-chan! Anything for my friend" she said with flushed cheeks, moving one of her hands while holding her face embarrassedly with the other. "How about we start now?" One took a seat next to the other, you took out some graph paper, your pencil case and your math book. You told Mitsuri what you had to study and which ones were difficult for you, she was not only very good at math but she was also very sweet and patient with you so that gave you enough confidence to ask all the questions you wanted.

She was as sweet as a kindergarten teacher, she even congratulated you when the answer in the exercises you did was correct. It had already been 1 hour and a half since the study session began so the best thing was a short break to clear your mind and prevent you from falling asleep.

"You're doing great! How about a 20 minute break?"

"Cool, I didn't want to fall asleep." You joked, laughing with Mitsuri.

"I'll go get a glass of water, do you want water too?" She asked.

"OK thanks."

Mitsuri stood up and stretched raising her arms, you looked for no reason in her direction without thinking and watched just as she adjusted her skirt after standing up making your chest jump. Mitsuri always wore tight or short clothes, and this skirt was very short so you could see the beginning of her butt as she started to walk towards the door. When she left the room you tried to erase that image from your head and think about something else, maybe read your notes again and thus distract yourself quickly but all that came to mind was the scene when she opened the door of her apartment and the first thing you saw after her face was her tight bust under the little t-shirt she was wearing and that prominent v-neckline showing a big part of the beginning of her boobs. Was it starting to get hot? You decided to take off the cardigan you were wearing and freshen up, luckily you were wearing shorts and a tank top.

After a few seconds, the pink-haired girl entered the room with 2 glasses of water in her hands, the water was so cold that small drops slipped down the glass.

"Thanks girl, this was what I needed." You said, hoping that drinking something cool would stop your pulse racing.

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About 25 minutes of class passed after having had that little break time, you were starting to get bored and despite putting all your effort into paying attention you couldn't solve this exercise. The problems were the most difficult and Mitsuri noticed your frustrated expression trying to solve it.

"Do you have any question?" She asked attentively.

"I can't understand this part, do the exponents have to be multiplied here too? Agh! I feel so stupid..."

"You're not stupid y/n-chan! You've already managed to solve other exercises, you're very smart!"

You looked at the clock on the screen of your cell phone, there was still time to complete the agreed 2 hours of study so you sighed tired when you thought about it.

"So far you've done really well, so I think we can take another break." Mitsuri said, trying to cheer you up.

"Ok, I hope that helps." You got up from the chair and stretched again as did Mitsuri. She got up from the chair and walked to her bed to get on and crawl on the mattress towards the pillows, you looked behind you and realized two things that made you feel too nervous again. She sat cross-legged but her skirt was very short so inevitably you could see her panties and because of the position of her legs you could have seen more but you decided to place your eyes elsewhere.

"Even I feel a bit tired" Mitsuri said.

"What are you talking about? I'm the one who's been burning out her one neuron." You teased, both of you laughing in unison.

"I mean, I've never spent so much time sitting in those chairs, I usually use my bed as a study area so now my back is tingling haha."

"Me too!" You said, sitting on the bed next to her.

Mitsuri sighed and ran one of her hands over her shoulder and back. "Do you mind?" She asked. You didn't have time to react when she reached under her clothes to unhook her bra and remove it, throwing it elsewhere.

"N-not at all, don't worry." You and Mitsuri were quite confident so she was used to doing things like this in front of you without knowing that you were trying hard to hide your nerves.

"These things can be really uncomfortable sometimes, especially when, well...you know." She said, pouting as she massaged her breasts. Why had she done that? Now you felt bad for not being able to stop seeing her. Her little shirt was so tight to her body that it hugged her breasts perfectly, making her nipples stand out from under the fabric. Her breasts were large and the way they bounced under her clothes when she took off her bra kept replaying inside your head. "Sure you're not hot? I can turn on the fan if you want."

"Oh thank you. I'd like that very much."

You stayed sitting on the bed hugging your knees while Mitsuri stood up to go turn on the fan. When you felt the cool breeze hit your skin, you couldn't help but close your eyes and lie down on the pillows while leaving your legs bent. You felt a movement on the mattress so you assumed that Mitsuri had returned to the bed but then she didn't move again and remained silent so you wonder if she was still there or had left the room so you opened your eyes to find out. When you opened your eyes, you caught Mitsuri looking directly at your thighs and between your legs, with your knees bent that way she could easily see your panties under your shorts. This definitely made you too nervous, you were about to sit down and close your legs but another thought came to your head faster. She was also watching you like you were a while ago so that got you a bit horny.

Your face was very red just like Mitsuri's when she felt trapped by you but despite that she didn't try to hide what she was doing or at least try to look a little shy so that only made you keep moving forward.

"All in order?" You asked, spreading your legs with the excuse that your knees were blocking the view of her face in front of you.

At this point it was quite likely that you didn't care anymore and both of you would completely lose your shame.

"What are you talking about?" Mitsuri asked, starting to crawl towards you on the mattress.

"You didn't stop looking at me, it's unfair if I have my eyes closed." You answer.

Sometimes you two used to joke around in similar ways but now, things were getting a bit further, you both subconsciously expected one of you to stop but you kept going. You kept your legs open and Mitsuri lay on your abdomen between them, causing your core to rub dangerously against her and feeling her breasts lean against you.

"Of course that's fair, you were looking at me too so now we're even." She said, making you blush.

Both of you fell silent, Mitsuri staring at you while you tried to look anywhere but her face and that included the low neckline of her t-shirt in front of you. Mitsuri moved in place, at first you thought that she was settling into her place or she would just get up and the class would continue but everything changed when you realized that she started rubbing on you provocatively. Mitsuri settled her legs on the bed keeping one straight and the other bent to rub her own core against her panties and the mattress making her large breasts massage over you. The position of her legs made her little skirt mess up, leaving her butt exposed, showing you her tight little lace panties.

You didn't say anything, you just gasped and spread your legs more so that she could fit better in the middle of you. She smiled at you with desire so that she felt more confident to move as she wanted. Mitsuri placed her arms on each side of you to hold on better and continue rubbing on the mattress and on top of you, she even had the courage to start panting a little just to annoy you and increase your blush. Mitsuri wouldn't stop looking at you and see  doing this kind of thing made you feel too nervous and even more when she was so close to you; but you'd be lying if you thought this moment was weird or awkward, each passing minute turning you on more and more and just waiting for one thing to lead to the next. You wondered if at some point she was going to touch you.

"This feels s-so good..." Mitsuri gasped. She settled between your legs and lowered one of her hands to her panties to take them and rub them better against her wet core. "You've never tried this before y/n-chan?...it feels really good."

"N-no..." you managed to reply, feeling her breasts on you turned you on more and more besides the sight in front of you.

"Really? Never before?...self-satisfaction is just as important as self-love, girl." She told you.

You didn't know what to answer, Mitsuri settled back and took her hand out from between her legs. She held on to the mattress again and it was after that when she groped her hand directly between your legs inside your shorts, over your dressed cunt making you arch your back in surprise. You were about to say something but you didn't even have time because she started rubbing her fingers against your panties causing a lot of friction with each brush of the fabric.

"A-AAH!" You moaned, surprised to feel her fingers in your panties.

Hearing your voice like that made Mitsuri turn on more, causing her to start moving her fingers faster as well as her hips against the bed. With every movement, she could feel her wet panties brushing over and over again in the middle of her slit, right on her slippery clit. The feeling was perfect so she wanted you to experience it too.

"Y/n-chan...I want to make you feel really good, aah-ah." she moaned.

Mitsuri took her hand out of your panties for just an instant, grabbing your shorts and pulling them down over your hips and butt until she took them off and tossed them around, exposing your black lace panties fitting your pussy on her face.

The pink-haired girl's fingers took the center of your panties and she began to rub the fabric making sure that each touch was right on your clit just like she did until little by little you were wetting the fabric of your underwear; you even started to move your hips to get a better feel. Mitsuri noticed that you began to get wet very quickly and slowly began to moan in need.

"D-doesn't that feel amazing?" Mitsuri asked. "The rub on the clit is perfect-aah! I'm so-so wet! And you too...mmhh."

You were both about to cum if she continued like this, but Mitsuri didn't want this to happen, at least not yet. She wanted to try more things and at the same time make sure that you enjoyed it as much as she did. Mitsuri stopped and got up, tooked off her skirt and sat up to crawl over to you.

"Don't you think it would be better to feel…closer?" She proposed to you, biting her pink lip. She traced a line with her finger all over your slit, feeling your wet labia. "We are both very wet." You stayed in the same position and Mitsuri imitated it in front of you, legs spread and leaning on her arms on the bed. "I'd like to feel you…here" she said, spreading her legs and making her panties shift to let her cunt peek out from under the fabric.

"Then do it..." you replied.

Hearing that made her heart jump with happiness. Mitsuri came up to you and took your panties off, then she got rid of her panties as well and left them lying around. She took your thighs squeezing them sensually to accommodate your legs around her waist and make you hook her between your legs. She did the same and that's when you realized how flexible Mitsuri was when she spread your legs and hers and hooked you in the same way against the bed, letting her breasts crash against yours almost on your face. When he was in the position she wanted, she dropped putting some pressure on you and sat down so that her pussy was exactly on yours, making you moan when you felt his wet labia. Mitsuri leaned over and settled on your hips, holding onto her arms on either side of you and beginning to move her hips, slow movements in circles and back and forth. The contact between your most sensitive points was direct, the position of the open legs of both and each of the movements made your lips move and your cunts open to collide and slide against each other.

Wet sounds began to accompany your and her moans throughout the room, you moved your hips against Mitsuri's to cause more friction. Both cunts wet rubbing each other, your clit massaging against Mitsuri's was the most perfect sensation you've ever felt in your life. You looked up or squeezed your eyes but when you looked ahead and saw Mitsuri's neckline you completely sank in pleasure and didn't take your eyes off her. Her tits moved and bounced on you with each of her thrusts, her hard nipples standing out under her tight t-shirt. Mitsuri's movements began to get faster and faster, crashing and bouncing off of you, she began to grind her vagina against yours increasing the odds of bringing both of you an amazing orgasm. You realized something, Mitsuri's t-shirt was too small and her bust was too big, her boobs began to bounce more and more forcefully from her cleavage and seeing that made you crazy and she didn't seem to care at all; she just kept moving on you, getting wet on your vagina until the position she was in and her strong thrusts caused one of her breasts to come completely out of her clothes bouncing on you and then her other tit did the same. You didn't take your eyes off her, her pink nipples were rubbing on your chest so you decided to take them to massage them with your hands and make her as aroused as you were.

"Y-your boobs are so big-aah! I love them."

"You're also...a-aah- you're beautiful y/n-chan! Your little wet cunt is so cute ah-mnnh!" Mitsuri moved away from you a bit and took off her shirt, making her breasts bounce even more when she took it off. You didn't stop seeing her for a second, moving more.

When she returned to the position she was in, you put both hands directly on her butt to massage it and put some downward pressure so that your cunt was closer to hers, you squeezed and touched her ass making her moan for a long time until that you felt the need for more. Your left hand slid between her buttocks until it reached her wet pussy and your right hand began to play with your own pussy or the part that Mitsuri's couldn't cover, wetting the fingers of both hands, pumping your own hole and feeling this made Mitsuri squirm on top of you, leaning her head back moaning with all her might and moving faster on top of you. Your juices and hers splashed between her slippery cunt and your legs spread wider to rub you with each of her folds.

"AA-AH! Yy/n...y/n-chan! Mmghh-aah!! D-you think you're gonna cum already?"

You couldn't even answer because you were about to, you moved your hips hard to feel Mitsuri on your clit while you tightened around your fingers, you squeezed Mitsuri's ass again making her moan as you did when a warm sensation it went down from your abdomen straight into your pelvis.

"AAH-AAH MITSURI!! I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum! AAH!!"

Your legs spread wide, your back arched and a sticky white discharge shot straight out of your vagina drenching Mitsuri, causing her to do the same and cum in your pussy. Both wetting each other while she was still bouncing her pussy against yours in reaction to the orgasm until her speed slowed down.

Her thighs and yours were wet and sticky, you saw Mitsuri's breasts and as they glistened with sweat, sweat dripped from the back of your knees to your feet and your legs trembled as did your breath. Mitsuri lay down next to you and let both of you stretch out your legs after staying in that position for so long. Before she fully pulled away from you, you could see thin white threads coming from her cunt joining yours, leaving you wet and feeling slippery between your legs. Mitsuri's chest rose and fell with her heavy breathing, even though neither of you spoke it wasn't an awkward moment at all. You two looked into each other's eyes and different parts of your body at the same time. You didn't know what time it was, you even completely forgot the reason you were here, you saw the desk and looked at all your study material and then you saw the time on the clock next to the bed on a small table. 6:44 pm It was already getting dark outside and that worried you a bit.

"That was a very interesting lesson." You said, breaking the silence.

"We should repeat it another day, don't you think?" Mitsuri spoke, sensually.

"You think so? Then you won't be able to get me out of here that easily in a study session." You joked.

"You don't have to go today, I know it can be dangerous to go out at night so you can spend the night here..."

"You mean...a second round?" You said, getting up to approach Mitsuri.

"If that's what you want."

"Only if you let me go above you this time..." you replied, straddling her.

[rafedaddy01]

I saw you across the room

Summary: you walk into Rafes parties and the moment he lays eyes on you he knows he must have you.

A/N: rafe Cameron is definitely the type of person to have a soft spot for you, but only show it when no one else is around

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You’re not really up to this party, your friend dragged you here because she had just broken up with her boyfriend and needed “emotional support”. Which really just meant drinking her sorrows away.

To be honest you weren’t really the type to go out to parties. More of the type to stay home and read a good book while petting your cat in bed, a home body. A girl who usually kept to herself. Although you knew there was a party being thrown almost every single night, this was figure 8 after all, you never found fascination in reality like you did when you would read.

“Ariella, I really don’t wanna be here” you whined and stomped your foot into the ground like a kindergartener refusing to go to the first day of school. “And this outfit-“ Ariella was your friend since grade school, she was so much more out going and confident than you and you have no idea why she chose to be friends with you but your lucky to have her. She chose your outfit tonight, a mini black dress with the cleavage cut practically down the middle. You always had big boobs and were told they were your best feature but you weren’t the type to expose your body like some other girls would. You liked being reserved, and you were happy in your own little bubble. “Girl, stop being like that! You look hot. And we’re gonna have fun tonight, please”

You rolled your eyes but let your friend drag you inside the tannyhill mansion. You knew she needed this. Despite putting on an act of toughness, you knew she was actually devastated about breaking up with her boyfriend. Ariella was the type to cry about it alone, but in a crowd she’d usually be the one cheering everybody up while dealing with her inner demons. And plus she’s put up with so much of your bullshit you figured she deserved a night of fun.

“Oh my gosh we’re gonna have so much fun tonight!” Ariellas face beamed as she scanned the room, finding her inner circle. “Go get us some drinks, I have to say hi to some people” she let go of your hand and there you were. Standing alone, in the middle of some strangers house, wearing the skimpiest dress you owned.

-

Rafe couldn’t believe his eyes when he saw you. Who were you? He’d never seen you before. He sure would have remembered if he’d fucked you. He’s probably been in every pussy on his god awful island. But you. He’s definitely never seen or been inside you, yet.

“Yo top” he nods his head in your direction, your in the kitchen pouring some drinks, “whose the chick?”

Topper eyes you up and down, “never seen her before” he goes back to explaining why basketball is better than football to some poor sap and dismissing rafe.

“Interesting” rafe says under his breath as he fixes his SnapBack and stands to make his way to you.

-

“So many drinks” you mumble to yourself as you skim the bottles lined up on the table. “Wonder which asshole this place belongs too” you scoff as you top off the two cups in front of you with some tequila.

“That would be me” your started as a voice speaks up behind you. Turning around you find a boy with a childish smirk on his face, wearing a SnapBack hat that you shouldn’t find so attractive but he makes it work, and a polo shirt and some slacks, typical figure 8 style. “The names-“

“Rafe” Ariella speaks up before the boy gets a chance. “Y/n, where have you been. I’ve been looking everywhere for you” Rafes face turns sour as he looks at your friend and then back to you. “You told me to get us some drinks” you raise the two solo cups, giving one to your friend. “Don’t even think about it” Ariella takes the drink and steps in front of you and rafe, giving him a death stare before turning around and dragging you off.

“What was that” you ask confused as she continues dragging you through the crowd, “just some asshole looking to get laid. Don’t let him even talk to you, y/n. Seriously, he’s not worth it”

-

As the rest of the night went on you got more comfortable, having had a few drinks and mingled with some of Ariellas friends.

You can’t help but feel like you’re being watched and every time you look up your eyes lock with Rafes. No matter where you were in the house you could feel his eyes on you, your body, your face.

It made you uncomfortable, but you’d be lying if you said it didn’t make your insides turn with excitement.

You were never the type to get attention from guys. There would be some that would talk to you, but they were only after one thing and although you’ve had sex before, it was never meaningful. You’ve never found anybody who cared for your feelings and actually wanted to take the time to get to know you before.

But looking into Rafes eyes something felt different. Sure maybe he also wanted you just for your body, but it also felt like there was a connection, something pulling your body’s together. And the fact that he was hot was just a plus, you’ve never been attracted to someone this bad before.

“I’ll be right back” you lean over to your friend who’s busy talking to some guy to really hear you. You know you shouldn’t leave her this drunk and vulnerable with some rando but you’ve had to pee for so long, you couldn’t hold it anymore.

You finally found the bathroom, doing your business and washing your hands before stepping out, only to bump into a broad body that smelled like whisky mixed with sandalwood, “so sorry-“ you excuse yourself.

“No worries, I was hoping we’d run into each other” that same childish smirk on his face. “I’m rafe, I’m sure your friend told you a little about me. But I’m not all bad, trust me” he winks and your insides melt. Why are you so attracted to him? From what Ariella told you he’s a douch bag, a sleeze who’s slept with almost every girl on this island, and yet you want him to do unholy things to you.

You clear your throat before talking, “ha, well she did tell me some things, but uh, I usually like to judge people based on my own opinion.”

Rafes completely mesmerized by you. He’s never seen a girl more beautiful, and he’s been with many. There’s something about you that’s caught his attention but he can’t figure out what. All he knows is that he’s seen you, and now he has to have you.

“Right, well what do you say we go somewhere more private and get to know one another?” He cocks an eyebrow at you, he can tell you wanna say yes but you’re worried. “Hey, no worries. I won’t try anything, promise” he throws his hand in the air to show you he won’t touch you. You can’t help but let out a small laugh and that sound alone has rafe melting. Your voice is like an angel and he wants to know what other sounds he can get out of you.

“I can’t just leave Ariella alone. She’s had a few drinks and she’s with some random guy.. I want to but I can’t be a bad friend” you start to walk away and Rafes heart aches, he doesn’t wanna let you go yet.

He looks over at where your friend is, she’s making out with Kelce, rafe smirks to himself. “Trust me, she’s in good hands. Kelce is a buddy of mine, he won’t do anything to her” he turns back to you, a waiting look on his face. And when you nod your head yes his heart all but does back flips. He can’t wait to get to know you better.

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