#ok anyway bye !!!!!!!!!!!! this was fun. i want to do More Of These
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rewatched That One Scene to get the Vibes for this. itâs fine. okuyasu just needs 2 have his mind palace moment đ
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#jjba#josuke higashikata#okuyasu nijimura#josuyasu#Cereal tries to draw#ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm#jojo jumpscare. angst jumpscare. not the brand of my usual things LOL jksdlfjds#it's ok hes fine he's FIIIIINE im allergic to perma angst#<- watches jojo which is full of perma angst#BUT THIS SCENE ISNT SO#âźď¸IT'S FINE âźď¸#anyway. i love josuyasu. i miss them i need more of them in my life always and constantly#usually i just copy paste the pose ref in the image but#i didnt feel like it this time bc i been here for like an hour or two LOL#i did not. mean to sit here for this long#i have therapy in da morning i gotta go to BED#ok anyway bye !!!!!!!!!!!! this was fun. i want to do More Of These#i LIKE the selection of poses#brain activated#not now tho it needs to deactivate so i can slep#BYE!!!
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seonhee and sawashiro both being associated with purple's the most evil shit in the world now who the fuck am i supposed to put in my purple card holder
#snap chats#sorry guys im one of those girlies who are super into card holders now </3 esp the ones you can customize </3#highkey i got this cause i wanted to put my school id in it so i didnt have to take my wallet out every time i needed to get in my buildin#BUT ON THE LOWEST OF KEYS I GOT IT TO BE MENTALLY ILL TOO i was obsessed watchin people journal and make cute card holders#i dont get recc'd those vids anymore but i remember watchin em an bein like MAN i wanna do that.... thats so cute..#on the real i think card holder customizing's healthy for me. it helps me learn to use things i buy LMAO#CAUSE WITH STICKERS AND THE SORT I HOARD THEM AND NEVER USE EM#and i always get buyer's guilt even if it's something small so i just think. i have to learn letting go and things not being perfect is ok#YOU BOUGHT IT SO USE IT like those ishin colognes... like the scent'll fade anyway i should use them while i can...#as much fun and therapeutic I Think as this was tho i cant imagine having a need to get another card holder... tragedy..#regardless. this card holder's really cute </3 spoilers it's a kuromi one cause i needed more purple in my room i fuckin guess#the stickers were real cute.. also there was a lil baku... hi baku <3#which leads me back to my problem. '''''''problem''''''' yeah i dont even have a printer here but when i go back to my ma's i wanna be sick#walmart lets you get photos on that GLOSSY PAPER... tempted... anyway no listen to my non problems#cause in my heart i do associate kuromi with seonhee alright it just makes sense. PLUS baku and joon-gi#COUNTERPOINT. HOWEVER. there is no image funnier than slapping a depressed middle aged man who prob has a worryin body count#into a card holder decorated with hearts and sweets and bows with a big ass heart keychain danglin off it. like cmon#big brain move is to print out one pic each of em and just swap em out every other day LOOOL#i just want an excuse to show off the card holder.. i get why people have these now this was fun and cute....#ok bye i think ive been ill enough tonight#i thought i was gonna finish another comm but â ď¸ ill just do them tomorrow morning they wont take long..
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#putting this here to i dont have to deal with annoying ass people#but like i keep going to check how much avatar two is grossing worldwide with sales every week and it brings me so much joy#to see it not only succeed so much but also to surpass the big conglomerate movies#avatar 2 is now the seventh highest grossing film of all time falling just shy of spiderman no way home and by god do i want it to surpass#that dogshit movie lmao#also im glad it surpassed maverick too for all i heard of that movie. good fucker bye <3#anyways. to everyone who said it wasnt gonna sell any tickets and also the people who are missing out on watching the movie#just so they can be pedantic about 'well i never went to see it lol because i dont care' whenever anyone brings it up#i hope youre having fun being so very deeply and completely wrong#i hope so bad that this movie also has the massive ripple effect that avatar 1 had where everyone started making scifi#well i hope now everyone starts making ocean scifi#we need more fucking ocean movies!!!!!!!!!!!!#ok thats all i wanted to say#avatarsweep <3333
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having aa5 bayo origins thoughts( ´-ď˝) ill ramble in the tags
#normally id do this on my twt priv but my friends on there havent finished aa5/played bayo origins#so i dont want to spoil#also idk i think id juzt like to ramble on here#anyway I STILL DONT KNOW who will be lukaon...#nothing romantic will be Implied in this au i do not want anything to do w that....#i had the idea of simon being lukaon so that aura is motivated to get her brother back#but i *really* want simon to be cheshire#so maybe.. ill connect it somehow#speaking of simon he wont be able to talk normally and has to talk using widget#idk. just thought it would be fun#since cheshire doesnt really have a voice.. in a way(?#idk how to word it but YOU KNOW!!.!!!!#also i just dont want to give him a mouthLOL#and aura.. was looking at morganas wiki page the other day to get a picture and was reading the description of#the character page of her demon masquerade form#''âeach [morgana and lex] have nothing but endless rage built up in their heart.''#and was like waaa.... aura......#that really wanted me to connect simon to lukaon in a way#ill figure it out....#the wisps will probably just still be the wisps in origins#i thought of the idea of them looking like the robots wifh hearts robots but i was like#hm. maybe. idk#again ill figure it out.. i just wish i wasnt so busy w school weh#also i still havent finished my bayo origins anniversary art. help.#I NEED MORE FREE TIME#ok ramblkng over bye . i will probably do this again#athena and the lost demon#i dont have a text post tag
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man the weirdest thing about 2024 so far is my nyquil induced dreams this time meant I dreamt about lexa. in the year of our lord 2024!!!!!!
#I have never dreamt about lexa before brain đ#like tbh! I do tend to have vivid dreams!#but theyâre usually like. some weird stress job related shit#(tbt that time I was stressed about a call up and made up an even MORE fucked up way to file evidence#by having to paper file everything except the filing window was somehow a fucking stump in the middle of the woods where faries would accept#the filing or not???????) or like. idk sometimes you have intense dreams about dating your friends and things are weird for a bit.#but this??????#anyway thatâs how the 100 dominated my brain entering 2024 happy new year everyone#also Iâve been sick this past week (did I catch covid at the holiday party we were all forced to work at? probably? did it thoroughly fuck#up my holiday plans? 10000000%!!!!! I wanted to play sooo much bg3 and enjoy the family nye party!!! and yet#here I am) so I have spent most of my week sleeping it off and thoroughly fucked up my sleep schedule so thatâs fun!!#more importantly humi and tamal were VERY sweet and would not leave my side while I was bedridden (exaggerated) but now that Iâm better#theyâre like ok whatever bye. except itâs cold! I miss the snuggles đ#anyway.#personal tag#I guess
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i probably have lots of epic and swag clips of me playing splatoon 3 however i keep forgetting to rewatch them or compile them so this account's collected a lot of dust đ but at least i am having fun with art?! <- guy who's mostly been drawing
#lizz.txt#RANDOM LIZZ TALKIE POST... i think i would like to compile my splat clips at some point bc i have a lot and tbh i could probably-#benefit from freeing up space but OUGH i am in such an art headspace that i just have NOT been video editing. and thats OK!!!#i've really been having a lot of fun drawing again though as of late ;w; !!! very whimsical and i'm emphasizing the parts of the process-#that i enjoy working on... and cutting out the stuff i don't like as much... while also dipping my toes into new territory with an open min#i'm very thankful for splat... it brought me so many wonderful friendships and while it wasnt immediately obvious it was also a huge boon-#to my creativity and letting me experiment in ways that aren't solely illustration focused... im glad i stuck with this game :D#but also cheers to learning more about it even when splatoon 3's official event times are like. over. i'll still play bc theres still-#stuff that i want to accomplish and do in the game! i'm really happy this game was made even with the flaws it has (e.g. update cycle-#being largely infrequent w/rt kits- those were some of the most painful wait times ever... LOL)#anyway bye for now... im sure i could have clips that i want to share... just not rn bc i moreso want to share art and stories atm#but it's nice having different hobbies to bounce between... i think this is what people call balance and i have achieved that...
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Hiiiiiiiiiii :3
I'm sitting here enjoying a delicious Angry Orchard Crisp Apple Cider, and I decided I should stick to what I said last time and post more often. So here's a new post! Since the last one I watched Oppenheimer at the theater, but I don't think it was an IMAX showing or anything. I thought it was perfectly paced (the 3 hour runtime didn't feel like it dragged at all), I thought the non-chronological structure flowed very well, and the soundtrack was very nice. The performances were all very good, especially Cillian Murphy, and the only criticism that really comes to my mind is some sort of clumsy writing (can't remember a whole lot of specific examples, but I remember some times where I rolled my eyes). Anyway, incredible movie, easy recommendation for anyone who likes dramatic movies with some political commentary. So, as I mentioned in my last subpost, I might talk a little bit about synchromysticism, but I'm going to assume, since I'm not totally "in the zone" as far as my writing right now, my analysis may end up a little anemic, and so I may talk a little bit more in my next post if I feel like elaborating on some stuff. Now: while my feelings on belief and spirituality are pretty strongly positive, I don't have many spiritual beliefs myself, or at least not many I feel confident enough about to say I'm assured of my belief. I would say I believe more in synchromysticism than most other spiritual ideas, at least as I see it. It's sort of like fate, but not entirely? It's the general idea that coincidence, mundane happenings, have spiritual significance. I tend to think of it more as "mundane happenings can have spiritual causes". It's a pretty broad idea, you *could* interpret it as fate, karma, or a sort of literary bent to the universe, or you could take it to mean something more actively magical, the idea that will and belief are able to change the physical world. I often end up thinking about what Peter J. Carrol, one of the founders of the Chaos Magic tradition, said about synchromysticism, that "... an event in the material world... can always be excused as a coincidence, but most magicians would be quite content with being able to arrange coincidences." While I can't remember if this is from Mage the Awakening from the Chronicles of Darkness series of Tabletop RPGs, or if its from Mage the Ascension of the World
of Darkness series, I tend to borrow the terminology of "vulgarity"; something like creating fire or an object from nothing is vulgar magic that cannot be explained otherwise, while synchromystical magic is non-vulgar, the usage of spiritual means to interrupt the natural flow of events to effect a desired result. The hypothetical synchromystical spell does not appear incredible or even impossible, it appears as if nothing has happened besides one's desires. I consider myself especially lucky in most circumstances, but I have at times characterized it as a strength of will sufficient to synchromystically influence events to my favor. It's a little ridiculous, but I don't mind it I guess; I think believing in ridiculous things just makes things more fun :3 Anyway, I'm running out of steam here. I may talk more about this stuff, but also maybe not, I couldn't say. I'll probably be much more brief, that's for sure. See you around!
#i feel like i wrote too much and said too little#my philosophy professor from a few semesters ago always said my writing ran a little purple#but honestly when im writing for fun i kinda own it#for better and for worse#more than anything i want any readers to take away from this: go watch Oppenheimer#that movie was so good its insane#i dont have the words to do good film criticism i just know it was one of the best movies ive seen this year#i would also count asteroid city in that list#ill hide this down in the subpost but i thought the barbie movie was just ok#very funny at times totally charming but ultimately not my favorite#anyway im done#bye :333
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good girl, gone bad
oneshot
word count: 6k
genre: established (secret) relationship
pairing: good girl y/n x bad boy jk
summary:
âI canât believe anyone actually likes those stupid fucks. I mean, the hickeys, itâs like he wants everyone to know he actually fucks.â You stay staring just a tad longer at the buff (sexy) jock, short enough so that Karina wonât notice. This time the boy proudly parading the trail of hickeys down his neck smiles at you and parts with a quick wave, some blonde hair boy from the group laughs at him and shakes his arm teasingly. You canât help but to smile too, itâs barely there, but heâll know. You decide to turn around and follow her steps. âYeah totally, me either.â What your best friend doesnât know wonât kill her⌠right?
warnings: basically just pwp but plot went missing (oops!), swearing, smoker jk (i swear if anyone complains in my inbox i'll haunt you), explicit sexual content; jk has a huge dick ok, consensual recording/pictures, car sex (don't fuck in a car), hickeys, unprotected vaginal sex, dirty talk, spanking, squirting, breast play, blowjob, fingering, cunnilingus, come shot (on face), slut shaming (again lol), come tasting/swallowing, stomach bulge (my fault i love this one), choking, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, creampie
a.n: sorry for a late update hope yall dont mind, but i just wanna get rid of all my drafts they are PILING. lol forgive me for only always writing about jungkook, but he's so easy to write about. he breathes, and i instantly open my notes app (im not even joking). this has been sitting in my drafts since his LA trip (iykyk) it sparked a conversation and i wrote it. i want that man bad... and im lesbian :D
ANYWAYS enjoy and STREAM GOLDEN for our golden bunny <3
p.s: i'll probably come back to this couple but its a oneshot for now... but wouldn't no nut nov be fun with this jk?? everyone say yesss. ok bye.
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âUgh, what a piece of shit.â
Before you even get to ask who, the motorcycle roars back to life across the parking structure belonging to the very one and only, Jeon Jungkook. A group of college jocks crowd around the man. Thereâs a cigarette between his fingers, heâs not paying it much attention though. He's deep in conversation, laughing at something one of them said, clearly more invested in the joke than anything else around him.Â
As the laughter dies down, he looks over, eyes connecting while he brings the cigarette to his pierced lip, slowly inhaling the toxic fume. The terribly annoying (yet somehow sexy) tattooed jock on his loud motorcycle winks towards your direction, before selfishly exhaling that poisonous smoke into the air. Fuck, you really, really wanted to hate him too.Â
âYuck.â Karina gags with a scrunch to her nose, turning a cold back to them and youâre grateful to her because you almost get stuck in his lustful gaze.Â
âYeah⌠yuck.â You reply with no real meaning somehow managing to convince her you meant it.
âI hate him and his stupid friends. They are killing the Earth slowly and they donât even give a fuck!â Karina argues in all her given glory and in her environmental science major mindset. âPlus those cancer sticks reek, why must the general public suffer because they canât last thirty without them.â
Jungkook could last thirty without them. Way more than thirty when you were around him, especially when he was given something (or someone) to entertain himself with, but you couldn't say that aloud so the sudden thoughts stayed safe and sound in your head.Â
âNo, no they donât. But what can we do?â Thereâs a sigh and then you clear your throat. âShould we get going now?â
Your arm wraps around hers, gesturing the way back to campus with a swift wave where you both had been meaning to study given that classes finally started cramping in heavy assignments.
âYes, please.â Karina is quick to sharply turn her heel and walk back towards the building. âI canât believe anyone actually likes those stupid fucks. I mean, the hickeys, itâs like he wants everyone to know he actually fucks.â
You stay staring just a tad longer at the buff (sexy) jock, short enough so that Karina wonât notice. This time the boy proudly parading the trail of hickeys down his neck smiles at you and parts with a quick wave, some blonde hair boy from the group laughs at him and shakes his arm teasingly. You canât help but to smile too, itâs barely there, but heâll know. You decide to turn around and follow her steps. âYeah totally, me either.â
What your best friend doesnât know wonât kill her⌠right?
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âYou taste disgusting.â Thereâs a muffled laugh pressed into your lips, as your tongues meet halfway, meeting each otherâs lips in a bruising wet kiss. Your ass grinds roughly against his lap, groaning into your mouth while you bring your ass flush down, feeling his soft cock harden below you. His right hand grips your right ass cheek, jiggling it in his hand, before smacking it (with love, of course!).Â
âYeah?â Jungkook smirks, bringing his mouth against your throat, sucking and licking everywhere there was space. He sneakily leaves little love bites behind even though he knows youâll kill him for this later because you have somewhere to be after this. He even bites your ear lobe gently between his teeth, before he cockily whispers. âYou love it though.â
The whimper that leaves your mouth should be illegal. It only drives Jungkook crazier.Â
Both hands find purchase on your ass now, spanking you once again in each cheek. Though Jungkook was a bit disappointed he wasnât seeing your flushed bare cheeks on top of him, but he guesses he can settle for now. âYou gonna let me fuck you now baby?â
He gropes your asscheeks without any hesitation, still leaving wet kisses buzzing onto your skin, stealing a quick kiss from your raw-bitten lips.Â
âMm, only if you ask nicely.â You tease, dragging a finger along his jawline.
With this, Jungkook laughs, throwing his head back. Your hand comes to fist his hair, while he drops another wet smooch onto your lips. âYou know Iâd do anything for a piece of this ass angel.â
You smile into the kiss, grinding harder against his nowâ hard cock. You felt your folds leak of your own arousal. It was so undeniable. The attraction between you two, the desire to take each other apart, to be within each otherâs arms. There was no place like Jungkookâs lap. Here you could stay forever.
âImagine what people would say if they saw you like this baby.â Jungkook starts teasing, tugging your shirt off with no trouble. Your breasts catch his attention, noticing that you are wearing that black lingerie set he had bought for you last Valentineâs Day. âFuck. Look at you baby.â
He squishes your breasts together, leaning up to kiss the uncovered tender flesh on both sides. You donât even attempt to hold your moans back. âIâ nghhh.â
âDid you expect to get fucked today princess? Hmm? Is this all for me?â Jungkookâs words work like magic, they drip off his sinful tongue like honey. You bring your body flush against his, burying your blushing face against his neck. âDonât get shy on me baby, tell me. Did you wear this all for me?â
He purrs sweetly and you only nod, cheeks burning red.Â
It's not like you were embarrassed of him, no in fact, you were happy to announce that the college campusâ certified bad boy is all yours and has been for the past two years.Â
There was no exact moment to this, the attraction had always been there.Â
You had first officially met Jungkook in one of your general ed classes. Statistics, to be exact, which he would have one-hundred percent failed had it not been for you passing him the answers mid exams. It wasnât like that to begin with of course, it took you some convincing. To be fair and to your excuse, it was so hard to say no to those beautiful big brown eyes.
At first, you assumed he was doing this all, acting lost and playing dumb, to get into your pants which he succeeded. However you had enough dignity left to make him work for it. Until you realized those secret smiles, stolen glances, and subtle hand holds were much more than just a silly game. You had fallen for his charm, and against everyoneâs advice to stay far away from him, you fell in love with the (not so terrible) bad boy and let him take over your heart completely. It happened so randomly and so all at once. It was confusing, new, but most of all, liberating.Â
Being with Jungkook was so freeing and the thrill of being caught with him was so worth it. It didnât matter what people thought of you or him, you both were willing to die on this hill of love.Â
Jungkook, too, had fallen quickly. How could he not? There was nothing to dislike and everything to love. Your pouty scolds, he looked forward to. The stolen glances across campus were his favorite, a secret only you and him held close to heart. There were times where your cheeks would flush pink, because he would steal kisses from you behind the campus library. You were seriously his favorite person ever.Â
âJungkook stop! What if someone sees us?â You would whisper-shout, a pout would form against your will.Â
Jungkook would just kiss your worries away again and again and then say. âYouâre the cutest little thing alive baby.âÂ
âAre you trying to change the subject?â It was hard to speak between kisses, that and the fact that he would squish your cheeks together like the adorable boyfriend he was.Â
âI donât know. Is it working?â His reply was cheeky and lips would start trailing down your neck and then you determined, yes. Yes, it is working. Fuck it all.Â
Itâs safe to say, he was yours since the start of it all, as you were his. Wrapped in each otherâs fingers before anyone had realized it, now you were inseparable.Â
âAnswer me princess.â Jungkook pulls you back gently, observing your flushed face. âGod, youâre so beautiful.â
Of course, this only makes you blush harder, but you do manage to admit. âY-Yes⌠I wore this only for you. Always for you.â
Jungkook smiles, pecking your cheek. âThen Iâm the luckiest man alive angel.â
He cradles your face, before leaning in to kiss you. This time, you guys take your time. Your mouths stay closed, taking the time to really feel the plushy feeling against your own and enjoy each otherâs presence. You felt as if you were floating in clouds.Â
âJungkook.â You mumble onto his lips and he hums, but thatâs not enough so you call his name once more with intent. âJungkook.â
He pulls back with a questioning look. âYes, my love?â
âCan you please just fuck me already?â The words come out barely above a whisper, even after fucking you so many times, you could be so shy at times.
Jungkook breaks out into a bunny-like grin, holding back a stifled laugh. âSo much for wanting to make me say please, look at whoâs pleading now.âÂ
âJ-JungkookâŚâ Your face goes hot again and he laughs once more, patting your ass softly.
âOkay. Okay, my love. Enough teasing, Iâll fuck you since you asked so nicely baby.â Jungkook takes his sweet time taking off his own shirt, and pulling your skirt off. It was a bit tricker, given you were both in your car which was not fit for two people even in the backseat, but you guys always made it work.Â
You were still scared to ride to campus with him as much as he begged you to because it would blow your secret relationship, but fucking on campus has yet to be off-limits. Mainly because Jungkook fucks you all too well, and you arenât one to say no to good dick (oops).
He attaches his mouth right above the bare skin of your left breast. He holds your tits in his hands, pushing them together, stuffing his face right between them. Jungkook makes sure to pay attention to both breasts (itâs only fair), rubbing your hard buds through the black lace which hardly covers them. You bite back a moan, feeling him rut up against your heat, his hard length pressing stiffly against you, your walls already clenching, desperate to feel him inside you.
His tattooed hand slips below, releasing the nipple he had been tugging on earlier. You feel the tip of his fingertips brush against your panties. âFuck, youâre so wet baby. I canât wait to be inside you.â
Surely by now, you were dripping onto the lace. His erection is still pressing against your inner thigh. âD-Donât wait then.â
Your boyfriend smiles, bringing his lips to yours. âBehave. Youâll get some dick inside you soon.â
Like the brat you were, your eyes rolled back so used to being spoiled. He pays it no mind though because his tongue comes out again, licking your lips apart. Your tongues meet once more, this time you suck his tongue into your mouth, brushing it against the roof of your mouth. He taste quite bitter, itâs the cigarette from earlier, yet somehow and against all judgement, he tastes fucking delicious. Especially when a grunt slips from his throat, feeling you roll your barely covered folds against his fingers.
He allows this, putting more pressure with two fingers, feeling you drench his fingertips even through your panties. Jungkook pushes his tongue deeper into your mouth, spit mixing as he reciprocates the favor, sucking gently on your tongue. You tasted like the strawberries you had earlier for lunch and Jungkook groans, greedily swallowing the taste in your mouth.Â
What an innocent sweet little thing you were and he was about to ruin you all.Â
Cigarettes and strawberries.Â
Quite the pair.Â
You whine into his mouth, unable to hold back much longer. âPlease, JungkookâŚâ
He smirks against your mouth. How much he loved the way you fell apart on his cock. Especially more, when he had barely had his hands on you and you were already begging for more. Jungkook pulls back, but not before you whine a soft âno.â He holds your cheeks in his palms, forcing you to look directly into his hazy eyes.Â
âImagine if people knew baby.â His voice comes out more sultry, rough around the edges. His thumb carrasses your cheek, patting your mouth open. âHow much of a slut you were for this dick.â
His words make you mewl (he knows how much you get off to this thought), he slowly eases two fingers into your mouth, holding your chin in place. You made sure to suck on them as he liked, your tongue coming flat against them.Â
Jungkook bucks his hips into yours, chest rising while he watches you suck, like the good girl you were. âImagine if they really knew, baby? Such a sweet girl like you, with someone so dangerous and reckless like me. What would they say? Hmm?â
He pulls out his fingers, seeing them barely glisten under the light.
âI- I donât know.â Your voice is dry and soft yet, you are incredibly horny.
âYou donât know? I have a few ideas.â Jungkook chuckles, hands brushing along your back. âCan this come off?âÂ
He tugs your bra from behind and you hesitate to nod permission. âGood, I wanna watch them bounce when I finally fuck you.â
By now, you have given up resisting him, so you moan pathetically as he shreds your bra with ease and takes a nipple into his mouth, sucking the tender bud into his tongue, flicking it and placing it between his teeth. He tugs and licks the sting away, watching with hooded eyes as you squirm against him. Your face burns imagining the idea.Â
What if people knew? How would your friends react? They would surely be disappointed, Jungkook was good for nothing but trouble. Yet, he was perfect to you. You were willing to defend him from hell and back. Whatever it took for them to believe you.Â
Jungkook moves to the other bud, placing it into his mouth, cupping and gripping your breasts. His mouth was hot and heavy against your nipple, his tongue caressing the hard bud. He squeezes them one last time before letting them drop, watching them bounce gently against your chest. Yup, Jungkook was the luckiest man alive. There was nothing better than this moment right here.
Heat travels your body quickly, feeling your own chest rise, struggling to breathe in the steamy car. Your boyfriend looks down, communicating with his eyes instead of actually saying anything, your hands quickly move to his belt, tugging them off and throwing it anywhere else. Desperately, you unbuckle his jeans, harshly pulling his boxer down, just enough to watch his dick spring out. The flushed, wet length smacks against his stomach, watching as his abs clench at the sensation. If you stare any longer, youâll start drooling. âSo good for me angel.âÂ
Thereâs no time to waste.Â
âWanna suck you off.â You breathe out, voice filled with desire and lust, clearly it takes over because usually his girlfriend was much shyer and timid, but that all disappeared when Jungkookâs cock was present.Â
âYeah?â Jungkook watches you drop on your knees, your pretty knees will for sure suffer the consequences of your horny choice, but there was no stopping this. He pats his thighs as he leans back to give you enough space. âIâm all yours, baby girl.â
Jungkook bites the inside of his cheek when he feels your warm mouth wrap around his dick. Your tongue comes out messily, practically salivating and dripping all over him. Thereâs probably not a single day that goes by that you arenât sucking his dick, but it was quite the experience every damn time.Â
âF-Fuck, I wish you could see yourself.â He struggles a bit because the sight is fucking sinful and if people knew you like he did, they wouldnât believe the person in front of him.Â
His personal little cockslut.Â
You pop off for a second, hand still wrapped around his length covered in your spit. âYeah? Then take a picture for me, Kook.â
Double fuck.
When you first started dating Jungkook, you were against any pictures at all. After time passed and to his luck, you came around and you would let him take pictures, but only if he promised your face wasnât in the frame. Now, his camera roll is covered with images of you and your blooming relationship. You didnât care anymore about covering or blurring your face out. His camera roll consisted of just about everything, pictures of you sleeping peacefully against his chest as you would nap, videos of you laughing on the random adventures he would take you on, but never images of you nude. Never ever was he allowed anything that could probably incriminate you both, even if he would beg, ever-so sweetly. It seems like you came around after all. Bless you.
âFuck, donât talk to me like that princess, you have no idea what that does to me.â Heâs never heard you sound so fucking sexy. Jungkook bites his lip, recovering his phone that had dropped earlier on the carpet. âYou sure about this baby?â
âYes.â Then you are back on his cock and he shudders, already snapping a few pictures. Your eyes looked up at the camera, making a show out of it all.
Jungkook tries controlling his heavy breathing but with a sinful tongue like yours, itâs impossible. âCan I record this princess, only if youâll let me, of course.â
You take him deeper into your throat and nod furiously on his cock. You trusted him enough, you knew Jungkook could never hurt a single soul, unless they tried him. Point is, he would never do anything to break that trust so hell yeah, why not add more to his long collection.
âGod, you are so perfect baby. Made for me and only me.â Jungkookâs voice is nothing short of possessiveness. He presses record, caressing your hair softly, almost petting you for your work like the good girl you were for him. âImagine if they knew how well you take cock baby. How perfect those plump lips look around my dick. Youâre like a dream come true princess, my personal cockslut.âÂ
You moan around his length, loving the bitter taste on your tongue and Jungkook has to hold back from fucking your throat, though he thinks youâll love it anyways.Â
âCan I fuck your throat?â His voice is raspy and you open your mouth wider, nodding so prettily with dick stuffed in your mouth. Jungkook is careful when placing your hair in a little makeshift ponytail for the meantime and as best as he can with one hand as he starts to thrust into your warm mouth. âSo beautiful and all mine. Isnât that right princess?â
You donât get to reply, but the vibrations of your moans that manage to run through his cock answer for you and it almost makes him smile. What a good girl you were. Pretty things like you deserved to be spoiled and he couldnât wait to give you the fucking world.Â
And was he fucking loving the show you were putting on for him becoming more needy and desperate on camera, your eyes rolled as he brutally used your throat for his liking.Â
Jungkook bites at his bottom lip as he begins to roll his hips with much more force, feeling your throat take him down with greed. âFuck baby, your throat feels amazing. Taking me so good.âÂ
He lets you go when he feels you tap his thigh and you gasp for air, tears threatening to leak down your face. âW-Want you to come on my face.â
Your voice is hoarse and his eyes widen at your sweet request.Â
âArenât you just perfect for me today baby. Just you wait, youâll get the best dick of your entire lifetime.â Not that you would know since he was your first and he knows that, proudly carries that in his cocky ego, but you always believed him. No one could fuck you better than this, you were sure. You bat your eyes at his promise and he comes down to kiss you messily, the camera records jackshit, but it captures your whiny moans and the sound of your lips smacking against one another. He pulls off with one last kiss and adjusts the camera frame back towards you as he takes his hard length and slaps his swollen, wet dick along your cheek. âOpen up princess, Iâm really fucking close.âÂ
You take him in with no hesitation and go to fucking work. Slurping and licking all over his length, your chin dripping with saliva, but you donât even care anymore because his grunts and whines keep you going.Â
Every now and then you look up at the camera making sure you do your best to keep him coming back. You know he will probably rewatch this every night that you arenât there with him. And your predictions are correct because Jungkookâs already planning on watching this tonight and jacking off to it while you are out with Karina doing God knows what. All he knows is his sweet girl will be doing something productive while heâll be coming undone in your gracious honor.
âIâm close baby.â He groans sexily, and his breathing starts to become sharp. âLook up baby, right into the camera, gonna come all over that perfect fucking face.â
Doing as he says, you look up sucking him dry, your hands come to relieve what you canât cover with your tongue. His hand pushes you off for a second. âTongue out baby.â
He fucks his fist and it doesnât take long before he squirts his load all over your face, grateful that most of it lands on your tongue, you swallow it all immediately, humming gracefully at the salty taste.Â
Jungkookâs eyes are blown out as he catches his breath and lets his dick flop back down against his thigh, you look like a fucking sin and he must be the Devil because heâs about to commit about thirty tonight. âGive me a second princess.â
He says between breaths as he stops recording with one last picture of your come-soiled face, still breathing heavily as he throws his phone on the floor again, thankful that he has something for later. You giggle against him and he almost awes as you throw your head against his bare thighs into a laughing fit. âOkay.âÂ
He huffs a dry laugh and pulls you up. âTimes up. Come here.âÂ
Jungkook is quick to capture you in a sloppy kiss, not minding the leftover mess of come on your face, he doesnât wanna mess up his masterpiece just yet. You soon grow desperate in his arms, but this time he doesnât mess around.Â
âLay down.â Your bare back lands on the seats and he shoves himself between your thighs. Again, itâs steamy and fucking cramped in your car, but you both couldnât care any less right now.Â
His tongue hits your slit not bothering to move your matching panties, but the effect is almost the same. He licks a long strip watching you soil the silky lace mixing his spit with your own arousal.Â
You moan sweetly as your legs come apart letting him completely devour your heat. Jungkook pulls off, tugging your spoiled little black panties to the side and continues on with his mission. His tongue finds your clit and you swear you could come like this.Â
âR-Right there. Please.â Your boyfriend doesnât let up either, eating your sweet pussy like it deserves. His tongue flicks your bud, building the sensation in your tummy. Jungkook sucks on your clit selfishly.
His chin is covered in your arousal. Heâs humming and moaning deep inside your pussy, your juices stick onto his tongue like candy and he greedily swallows the treat whole.Â
âB-Baby.â Your voice is struggling like his was earlier, but itâs there. He lifts his face from your heat, eyes in a lust-filled trance. Jungkook knows heâs pussy-whipped, but at least he admits his problems!
âYes, my baby.â Jungkookâs eyes are blown out and he looks just as wrecked as you are.Â
âC-Can I take a picture?â He almost gapes at your request, the amount of times you took him by surprise today. At this point, he would let you do anything, fuck his morality! Â
âDo whatever you want princess. Pictures, videos. Iâm all yours.â He gives you his full consent and permission to do anything so you are quick to grab his phone (youâll send them over to yourself later) and start snapping pictures while he dives back in for seconds.Â
Jungkook keeps your legs open while you are a whimpering mess above him, struggling to get the best picture. You have no idea how he was doing this himself, the pictures come out blurry as he continues to devour you as if it was his last meal.
He also puts on a show for the camera like you did so nicely earlier for him. Jungkoookâs eyes hood as he stares up, he even winks for the shot. If college didnât ever work out for either of you, this would be something to look into. Good thing that was not the case, at least for you, his little straight A student.Â
âIâm g-gonna come.â This only makes your boyfriend go crazier between your folds. He drops eye-contact with the camera and instead solely focuses on that pretty pussy presented for him. Jungkookâs tongue is sin itself, not letting up once as more arousal drips out of you. He slowly teases a finger inside, building your orgasm quickly as he fucks you open with his middle finger. âIâmâ nghh. Fuh-fuck!â
The sentence is never finished as you start to squirt onto his tongue, creating your own little masterpiece on his face. Jungkook has never swallowed anything down faster than right now and heâs loving every second of it. Completely pussy-whipped and all, but at least heâs happy!
Your boyfriend finally detaches himself from your heat and the sight is nearly adorable. His hair is now all fucked up and heâs a sticky mess everywhere (you are sure you look no better).Â
âYum, I could do that all day.â Jungkook shamelessly says.Â
âMm, Iâm sure.â You say coming down from your own orgasm, he gives you a few seconds to breathe as you set his phone down again. Jungkook takes his shirt from the floor and wipes himself clean. He does the same but itâs no use, the come that landed on your face has dried up and he doesnât wanna scrub it off and end up hurting your precious face.Â
Jungkook kisses your cheek affectionately as an apology.Â
âThereâs dry come on my face right?â You start to scold him, but he smiles with all his teeth apologetically and you forgive him at that moment.Â
âGuilty.â He smirks, proud of his work, he thinks you truly haven't looked better.Â
Wrapping arms and legs around your boyfriend you whisper innocently. âI was promised dick of a lifetime, unless⌠unless you lied to me?â
Jungkook scrunches his nose cutely while he looks at your perfect pouty face, doe-eyes begging to be fucked. âI never lie, not to you at least.â
He makes you laugh and he detangles your legs from his waist. âNow let me focus, I have a reputation to uphold.â
Thereâs no laughing once two fingers press into you and you gasp at the invading feeling, but the stretch only burns for a while before it turns into pleasure and you are whimpering at his touch. âFingers so deep.â
He smiles and you throw your head back. âYeah? My dick goes even deeper baby, Iâm just making sure you can take it.â
âI can take it.â You breathe out against his pink lips. âI was made for you.â
The tallerâs eyes nearly eat you alive, fuck you were so sexy. âThat you were baby. My perfect little cockslut.âÂ
His fingers pull out of you brutally and you whine, but he kisses you roughly making you forget the loss. A hand wraps around your throat, squeezing it with purpose. You squirm in his hands and he pops off your lips.Â
Fingers coated with your arousal trace your lips and you take them in greedily, sucking your own juices off the tattooed fingers, moaning at the delicate taste, his other hand still locked around your throat.Â
âThatâs my girl. All fucking mine.â You nod around his fingers and he finally lets go, gasping for fresh air. ââM gonna fuck you now baby.âÂ
Your legs fly open in response, letting him have his way with you.Â
âDo me a favor?â He asks while taking his hard length in his hand, jerking himself off while he awaits your response.Â
âWhat?â You hum, confusion written all over your face.Â
âRecord this for me. I want you to see how I break you apart. How this pretty pussy makes a mess all over my dick. I want you to remember this fuck for the rest of your life.â His voice drops a few octaves and you canât help but gasp and moan at his vulgar use of words.Â
You used to be innocent, at least, thatâs what Jungkook used to think. In a way, he thinks you still are. Untouched and pure, only for his eyes and his hands to touch. Jungkook is honored that he was your first, and you wouldnât have it any other way. He was gentle and took care of you every step of the way. It was like that until you were begging and pleading for more. Sweet then, and sweet now.
Heâs created a little monster, but he knows that your heart is pure and thatâs what he loves most about you.Â
âOkay, yes.â His phone is back in your hands and you click record, watching him line-up his cock. Jungkook groans as he disappears snuggly inside you. âMmm.â
He lets you get used to the feeling and once he feels your breathing stabilize he starts to thrust himself with strong strokes inside you.Â
Like the first time, you are struggling with the phone because you canât stop shivering and shaking, you feel him in your guts and recording is much harder than pictures because it lasts longer and you can't stay still for that long. Not with dick inside you.
âK-Kook. Iâ oh.â You stop to moan when he hits your g-spot and he continues ramming that same spot over and over. âI- I canât. Handâs shaking.â
Your sweet boyfriend grabs the phone and lets you settle yourself. âThatâs okay princess, I got you. Just lay there, Iâll take care of you.âÂ
He records himself ramming into you for a few minutes, watching himself disappear into you on camera. The taller one can't even believe this is his reality. How did this even happen and most of all with him of all people? He truly was the luckiest man alive!Â
ââS deep, Kook.â He fondles one of your breasts as he keeps a harsh pace, rubbing the hard nub with his thumb.Â
âYeah baby? Tell me where you feel it.â He whispers loving the way you tremble, your gaze struggling to keep up with his.Â
âRight here.â You touch right below your belly, palm flat against the feeling of his cock inside you. âSo so deep.âÂ
You mumble something else, but he doesnât get to hear it because your high pitched moans drown everything out. He lets go of your breast watching them bounce as he continues to pound straight into your sweet spot.Â
The camera catches it all though. The mess between your thighs look just as delicious on film as they do in real time. The sounds you make, the squelching noise that is being created by his cock going deep inside you, and most of all, it captures your beautiful face as it comes apart.Â
He presses on your stomach right where your own palm rests and you strangle out a whine. âI- I canât. T-Too much.âÂ
âYou can take it. Remember?â His dick tears through you from the inside and you start yelling when he increases his pace. Heâs fucking you mercilessly now and you canât control the sounds that escape. âYou were made for me, princess.â
âYes, yes, I am.â You sound beautiful, but you would kill him if you guys got caught now especially in the position you guys are in.Â
His firm hand finally comes off your stomach and instead two fingers go inside your mouth, muffling your screams and whines.Â
The car rocks back and forth. Heâs sure people know what the fuck is going on, the windows are foggy as fuck, for fuckâs sake, but you would hate him much worse for not finishing you off.
âMmff, donâ stopff.â He nearly giggles as you struggle to speak, but he keeps his promise quite well. He fucks you ever harder and deeper, his cock will surely fall off after this, but itâs all worth it. He slams inside, bottoming out fully before pulling out and repeating the same steps. âFuhh-uk.â
âYou like that baby?â Jungkook rasps feeling you squeeze tightly around him, which only means one thing, you are really fucking close. âGonna come all over my cock princess?âÂ
âMmff.â You are quick to nod and hum sweetly. He decides to pull his fingers out, spit dripping all over. âYes, yes. Please, donât stop. Harder Kook- ah!â
Jungkook almost forgets heâs recording and he centers the camera again, wanting to capture every last second of this. You are glistening all over, heâs made a complete mess of you, but he is no better. Jungkook is dripping sweat and yet, that doesnât stop his mean and precise strokes against your velvet walls, stretching you in ways you didnât even know were possible.Â
The final straw is when you feel his messy fingers start toying with your clit and you are coming once again all over your back seats and wetting his cock just how he likes it. Being a squirter had its own perks with a boyfriend like Jungkook because that meant he never stopped fucking you until you completely had nothing more to give.Â
Jungkook curses when he starts to see your orgasm trinkle out, he fucks you all through it though, feeling the water-like pressure against his slit. And it doesn���t take long before an orgasm catches up to him.Â
âInside.â You plead with a pout, eyes completely blown out.Â
With one last curse Jungkook comes deep inside your walls. He catches his breath for a few moments before pulling out slowly, making sure to capture the dribble of his come which sadly hangs onto your hole. âPush it out for me princess.âÂ
âNooo, weâre gonna make a mess Kook.â Jungkook shakes his head, a smile on his face because a mess has already been made.Â
âIâll clean it. Now, push it out baby.â You almost cover your face because you are sure you turned red, but you start to push his seed out of your hole and heâs tempted to fuck it back inside.Â
âFuck. Thatâs it baby. Perfect comeslut. Isnât that right?â He stops recording once heâs gotten the shot he wanted and he starts to wipe you down with his shirt, lucky enough that he has a back-up hoodie to cover him after heâs done.Â
âYes, all yours.âÂ
You both smile against each otherâs lips before he whispers. âI love you princess.âÂ
âI love you more.âÂ
âImpossible baby.â
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JKâ¤ď¸: hiiii đ
me: hi baby :) everything okay?
JKâ¤ď¸: marvelous đ i just came watching that video we took earlier ;))
me: baby! đ Â i'm out with karina! can you not talk about sex for two seconds while im out
JKâ¤ď¸: sure! just came all over myself totally wasn't watching our sextape back ;)))
me: nice talk jungkook.
JKâ¤ď¸: come home soon~~ i miss you :((((
me: love you too lol
JKâ¤ď¸: not more than me. come home soon im serious!!!
me: i'll see you later jungkook. â¤ď¸
JKâ¤ď¸: đ đ đ Â
me: â¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸
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cherry pits - psh (m)
this work contains smut - minors please do not interact
pairing. dad!sunghoon x fem!reader
synopsis. Your alarmingly empty bank account forces you to find a last-minute summer job so that you can afford a trip with your friends. The extremely handsome customer that comes into the store just happens to be a young single dad who's renovating the old house next to yours. The tension that settles between the two of you as you start helping him fix up his house soon becomes unbearable, but it's all one-sided anyway, right?
(Spoiler: wrong.)
genre. DILF AUUUUUUUUU!!!!!!, neighbors au, s2l, summer au, slight age gap (reader is 21 and hoon 26), reader is so down bad over sunghoon its actually crazy but also extremely relatable cause this is sunghoon we're talking about, fluff and smut, sex gets freakyyy ngl
word count. 12.9k
a/n. hey sisters had no time to write anything this week so i am coming back (everybody boos) with a repost yayyy!!! i actually love this story idkw i just find it fun so i hope you guys will enjoy rereading / reading it !!!! as always let me know ur thoughts.. even if they're just incomprehensible screaming (bad or good).. im happy w anything ok bye!!!
Youâve always wondered about the ratio of cherry to pit. Such a big pit for so little flesh, isnât it? Yet thatâs never stopped you from biting into the small fruit, eating what you could and spitting out the unwanted part. You actually rather enjoy this whole process. Bite, eat, spit. You could repeat this with huge bowls of cherries at a time until they upset your stomach and you had to stop for your own good.
Bite, eat, spit is exactly what youâre doing when, with a trembling finger, you finally brave to open your banking app and check your balance. Itâs the beginning of summer, and after two semesters of intense studying and too-much-coffee drinking, you think you deserve three long months of doing nothing but hanging out in your childhood bedroom and eating the food your parents buy and make. Youâre especially looking forward to the vacation in Mexico you have planned with your friends at the end of August.
One look at your bank account and your dreams of white beaches and seas so blue you couldnât tell them apart from the sky shatter around you, the sad, low numbers on the screen sneering at you mockingly. You were sure you had saved enough money from part-time jobs and generous relatives, but now you regret all of those night-outs and lazy takeaways. If you had cut down on those, maybe you wouldnât have to go through the hassle of finding a summer job at the last minute, which you would definitely have to do if you wanted to eat something on that dear beach of yours and not just starve to death under the glaring sun.
That was it - tomorrow, youâd go and get a job. Today, however, youâd enjoy your last day of respite and eat some more cherries, or maybe make some jam and a pie so your parents wouldnât chide you for eating them all, and then go pick some more from the three trees in your backyard. Youâd sit outside, enjoying the warmth of the sun while you read or, if you couldnât be asked, while you listened to the bustle of the old and worn-down house next door being renovated. Youâre surprised someone had the courage to buy it and give it a new life, but you assume thatâs the kind of courage that comes with having time and money.Â
Yesterday night, youâd heard a little girl playing outside until her mom called her in saying it was time to go, so you made up a story of your neighbors being newlyweds that had decided theyâd had enough of the city and wanted to raise their daughter in a calmer town far from busy streets and loud honks. You could bring them some cherries, maybe in jam or pie form, as a housewarming gift.
Unfortunately, the day passed and you were too busy doing nothing to actually get around to baking, so you decided to do nothing some more and then go to bed, needing rest before your big job hunt.
Youâd gravely overestimated the amount of job opportunities in your small hometown, only receiving apologetic looks from the store owners as they tell you they donât need any help, or worse, already have someone. Damn those 16-year-olds who only get summer jobs so they can blow their whole pay in a couple weeks before school starts again. You, on the other hand, need that money for important things, like sipping on a cocktail at a bar with a seaview.
The local hardware store next to the train station is your saving grace. It looks quite small from the outside, but once you step inside, rows of lamps and mirrors in all shapes and sizes along with all kinds of household needs welcome you, followed by a section for gardening and pet caretaking. The basement is where all the paints and brushes were, as well as the more technical (technical to you, at least) products, like bolts and tools or kitchen and bathroom appliances.
A lot of people undertake renovations in their homes during their free time in the summer, so itâs important for the store to have their experts helping out customers in their dedicated aisles rather than working behind the till and restocking the shelves, which is what you will be doing for the next two months. The pay is slightly above minimum wage and with twenty-one hours of work a week, youâll earn more than enough to enjoy your vacation. You start tomorrow.
Your co-workers are happy to welcome a new face into their team. Theyâre nice even if they have the tendency to drone on about different types of tools and the importance of choosing the right brush for the surface youâre painting, which you donât particularly care about, but you think you might as well learn as much as you can during your time here; it might always come in handy later.
As you expected, it isnât the most stimulating job ever, but you arenât bored out of your mind either. You make small talk with customers as they explain their purchases, some more defensively than others, even if you didnât ask. You make sure to restock the shelves correctly and sometimes ask for help when you feel your arms giving out after hours of carrying heavy stuff. When no oneâs in, you like to rearrange the cute bathroom decorations so that they make a little rainbow of toothbrush and soap holders.
You were daydreaming about what you would do with your friends in Mexico and all the cherries you could eat there when a man so handsome you thought he was a part of your dream walks in. He doesnât notice (or maybe he just ignores it, youâre not sure) your gawking and smiles at you, saying âhelloâ before turning his attention to the map which details where everything is stored at the entrance of the shop. You manage a small âh-helloâ back that probably doesnât even reach his ears, and you curse yourself for doing a poor job of greeting a customer just because said customer looks like heâs been pushed from the heavens above onto this unworthy earth by the other angels who were jealous of his beauty.Â
You stay put behind the counter the whole time heâs there to avoid the potential embarrassment of running into him in a random aisle and making a fool of yourself. There isnât much to do anyway, so you rearrange the organic protein bars and chewing-gum at the counter and count all the money in the cash register to distract yourself. He doesnât spend a very long time browsing and after twenty minutes, you see him approach with a cart full of the biggest cans of paint the store offers. Itâs mostly white paint, but there are some browns and grays, and one of pink as well.
You thank God for those twenty minutes because they allowed you to get a hold of yourself so that you didnât gape at him like a dead fish instead of scanning his articles, which is what you are very professionally and expertly doing. âThatâs a lot of paint,â you comment lightheartedly, partly just to prove to yourself that you can also speak in front of this man.
âI know,â he chuckles, and it seems unfair that his voice should be just as attractive as his face. âThe previous owners of the house I just bought had terrible taste in wallpaper and wall colors, so I have to repaint basically the whole house. Everything has to go, really. The floors, the furniture, the lights.â
âSounds like youâre going to have a busy summer. Thatâll be $132.76, please.â
âIâll pay by card,â he says as he brings his wallet out from his back pocket and inserts his card into the reader, which allows you to look freely at his tanned arms and the veins that protrude here and there. He canât be older than thirty, so thereâs probably not that much of an age difference between the two of you, but damn does he look more mature in the sexiest way possible than all of the male college students youâre used to seeing on a daily basis. If anything, he reminds you of the hot young Linguistics professor your whole department likes to drool over.Â
The beep of the payment being accepted snaps you out of your daze. âAnd yeah, itâll sure be a busy summer. Iâll need a lot of stuff from here, so you might have to get used to seeing me around,â he says with a smile that makes your heart skip a beat. Thereâs no way this walking Greek god of a man is actually flirting with you, but the glint in his eyes tells you it wasnât just an off-hand comment.
âI could get used to that,â you surprise yourself by replying confidently, your smile mirroring his as pretty dimples appear on each side of his face.
You hand him the receipt and notice his eyes flickering down to your name tag before trapping yours in his gaze once again. You donât think you ever want to look away. âIâll see you around, Y/N,â he says and walks out with his cart and his tons of paint before you can say anything, lest ask his name, except for âsee you.â
You take a deep breath in and another out when heâs out of sight, trying to calm your racing heart. You canât wait to rave to the girlsâ group chat about this, but one of your coworkers calls you for help and you have to put the handsome stranger to the back of your mind for a while.
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That weekend, your parents ask you to do something about the cherries slowly starting to spoil in the fridge, so you put on your headphones and listen to an audiobook for entertainment, then get to pitting. It feels wrong to listen to The Kiss Quotient and its many smut scenes when your parents are coming and going out of the room, but what they donât know wonât kill them; you just try to keep your reactions to a minimum during the extra spicy scenes.
Pitting cherries is an arduous task that always takes longer than you think it will, but you never complain about it. Youâve found the perfect technique of cutting them in half around the pit, turning the small fruit without squeezing it, extracting the stone and making sure it doesnât get confused and end up in the bowl with the pitted cherries, all without tiring your wrists after ten minutes. A surprise pit in a cherry pie can add to the charm of a homemade dessert, but youâd rather not have to spit out five of them while trying to eat one slice.
You prepare a crumbly dough to make two classic American-style pies and fill four jars with cherry jam that you cook while the doughs rest. Itâs almost offensive how small the cherries become as they cook, the amount that fills those four jars having filled eight before, but you decide thereâs no reason to take it personally since the cherries donât do it on purpose, and put the jars away to cool down. You roll out the first rested dough and despair for a bit when it keeps on falling apart, but it just makes it more satisfying once you have it perfectly thinly rolled out and covering the tin. The second one is a bit nicer to you and you only have to try rolling it out twice.Â
Two hours later, as the sun finally starts to relent and a cooler breeze flows through the air, the pies are all baked, cooled and ready to be eaten. You leave one for you and your parents to enjoy later, then head over to the next house to greet your new neighbors with the other pie. You knock and wait for a good thirty seconds before getting any sort of response, making you think no oneâs in.
âY/N?â a semi-familiar voice calls out, and your head whips in its direction. If this were a cartoon or a 2012 teen show, youâd probably drop the pie tin, but thankfully, your hands arenât that sweaty, and the shock of the man from the other day at the store being your neighbor isnât that great, because of course, of course heâs your neighbor. Youâre Y/N, after all; the almighty gods above would never let you have a boring, uneventful summer. Of course the hot new man in town is your neighbor.
âOh! Hi! Guess weâre neighbors. Ha,â you say with a clumsy smile, holding the tin over your forearm as your other hand shields your eyes from the sunlight so you can look at him without squinting your eyes.
âNeighbors?â he repeats as he joins you on the front porch, taking off his gloves dirtied by the mud and using the back of his hand to wipe off some sweat from his forehead. The sweat makes his hair stick to his face and there are small beads of it falling from his hairline down onto his white t-shirt. You detect the slightest of stubbles on his chin and upper lip, probably from not having shaved for just a day or two. Heâs even tanner than when you saw him a few days ago, and his thick eyebrows form a straight line as he frowns in what you guess is tiredness and perhaps confusion from seeing you in regular clothes and holding a pie tin on his porch. For a second, youâre scared he might think youâre some kind of stalker, but you nod and tilt your head towards your house.Â
âYep. That one just over there behind you.â
He turns his upper body to take a look at your house and nods slowly as he turns back around, gaze finding yours again like the other day at the store. You have no idea who this man is - hell, you donât even know his name - but good lord are you attracted to him, especially when he gives you that unreadable smile that shows off his dimples.Â
âHuh. What a coincidence,â he says, and that could mean anything in the world, but you hope he means it in a good way. âIâm Sunghoon, by the way.â he adds, extending his hand for you to take, which you do, and the simple action of shaking his hand without eye contact ever breaking is enough to send shivers down your spine. Hopefully, this goes unnoticed by this Sunghoon.
A walking wet dream. Thatâs what this man is. Heâs walked right out of your deepest Wattpad-induced fantasies and into the house next door. Probably doesnât help that youâd been listening to literary porn just fifteen minutes prior.Â
âIs that pie?â he asks as he releases your hand.
âIt is, cherry pie I made myself with cherries from our backyard. A housewarming gift, if you will. Here,â you reply, offering him the tin.
He takes it from your hands, the tips of his fingers slightly grazing yours, on purpose or not, youâre not sure. He lifts some of the aluminum covering the pie and peeks underneath, then hums appreciatively. âThanks, it looks really good. Iâve been living off of ready-meals and casseroles from the neighbors, so thisâll be really nice.â
âWell weâve got tons of cherries, so feel free to ask whenever you want some,â you offer, and he nods. A small silence settles between the two of you and youâre about to excuse yourself so it doesnât get awkward when he invites you in, asking if youâd like to have a piece with him.
âIf you want to, I mean. I was gonna take a break anyway,â he says somewhat coyly, rubbing the back of his neck with his free hand. Youâre surprised to see him being anything else other than confident and self-assured, but it only makes him look cuter in your eyes.
âSure,â you accept with a smile, letting him lead you inside the house.
âSorry, it smells like paint all over the house. Thatâs why I was outside, doing some gardening while I aired the house out,â he explains. âLet me just get some plates and a knife out. And something for us to drink. Do you want to drink something? Iâve got water, or some iced tea or lemonade. The grandma across the street made some for me,â he says all at once, and you suppress a giggle at his sudden nervous behavior.
âSunghoon?â
âYeah?â he responds almost immediately, turning to you just as you both reach the kitchen.
âJust water is fine.â
A shy smile makes his dimples appear once again as he nods. âOkay, sounds good.â You help him carry everything to the back porch and set down the glasses and a jug of water on a table with two chairs around it.
âThe porches are the only parts I wonât have to fix up too much, for some reason.â
âYouâre going to redo the whole house yourself?â you ask, surprised, as you pour two glasses of water and he serves you a slice of cherry pie (âthere might be some stray cherry pits, so be careful,â you warn as he sets a slice on his plate).
âA lot of it, yeah, but Iâve also got some people to help out. My dadâs a carpenter so I know my way around these things, but I also know itâs better and faster to have more than one man on the job, so some guys he works with come a couple times a week.â
âYeah, with the state this house is in, youâd need more than a summer if you did everything yourself,â you comment, and he chuckles, agreeing. âMy friends and I used to make stories about how this place is haunted, you know,â you say jokingly.
âPlease donât jinx my house from the get-go,â he says, making you laugh.
âSorry, sorry. Itâll be nice seeing it all fixed-up, actually.â
âHave you lived here long?â he asks, looking at you thoughtfully as he takes another bite of the pie. âThis is really good, by the way.â
âThanks. And yeah, my whole life. I go away when semester starts but come back for the holidays and the summer.â
âSo you're a student?â
âYeah, just at the state university a few hours away. Not too far away that itâs a hassle traveling back, but not too close that I go home every weekend. What about you, what do you do?â
You wait for his answer while he swallows his mouthful and take another bite yourself. âI teach,â he starts as he dabs the corners of his lips with a napkin. âFifth graders, on the other side of town. I used to live in a small apartment near the school I work at but itâs nicer, having more space. I saved enough money to buy this house and fix it up, so here I am now,â he says, gesturing to the house and the garden with his arms.Â
You notice his use of the first person pronoun when he talks about where he used to live and his house now, which makes you wonder if itâs just him, even though you were sure you heard a woman and a young girlâs voices the other day. Surely, if he wasnât single, he wouldnât have invited you in or given you flirtatious looks, right? Or were you reading totally wrong into this and he was just an exceptionally friendly person?
You put these questions to the side and continue chatting with Sunghoon, letting the subject of his marital status come up on its own during your conversation. And indeed, you get your answer when he tells you about the different parts of the house he plans on having, one of them being a bedroom for his daughter.
âOh, so you have a daughter? How old is she?â you ask as you take a sip of water, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible. Considering his age, you expect that his child will be one, two years old max, so his answer makes you almost choke on your drink.
âSheâs turning eight this summer.â
âEight?â you repeat as you set your glass down, looking at him wide-eyed. So much for nonchalance. âBut youâre so-â
âYoung? Yeah, I know,â he interrupts with a knowing smile, probably used to this kind of reaction. âIâm 26,â he adds, then watches as you do the simple math in your head. When you turn to him with a surprised look, he answers your question before youâve even asked it. âYep, I had her when I was 18.â
âWow,â is all you can say. âCan I ask what happened?â
âSure. I mean, itâs nothing extraordinary or anything. I was in my last year of high school, and I got my girlfriend at the time pregnant. Weâd only been dating four months but her parents wouldnât let her get an abortion. Theyâre really religious. They took care of our baby, with the help of my parents, while I went to community college and she retook senior year since she had to drop out halfway through the year. No, weâre not together anymore, if youâre wondering,â he says, catching you off guard, as if heâd read your thoughts.Â
He chuckles before sighing and continues. âIf none of this had happened, weâd probably have broken up before going off to college and proceeded to forget about each other. We started out living with her parents, then got that small apartment I told you about when she found a job. Weâre not on bad terms by any means, but weâve just not been in love since Chaeryeong turned 2, probably. Weâve been more roommates than a couple for the past six years. And you know, we kept on living together for Chaer mainly, but sheâs found a new boyfriend and I wanted to have my own place. Which has led me here.â
You nod slowly, letting the whole story sink in. âYouâre both handling this situation really maturely, it sounds like. Iâve heard of so many teenage parents fighting all the time and not taking care of their kids properly.â
âSheâs already got a weird parental situation, itâs the least we can do for her to behave like adults, you know.â
âRight, of course,â you say, nodding again. Your hot new neighbor was actually a DILF, you realized a bit inappropriately, perhaps. Cherry on top.
He tells you a bit more about his daughter and you keep talking until your dad calls you, asking you why youâre not home at dinner time, and you only notice then how long youâve been sitting there with Sunghoon, just talking. You tell him you feel bad for taking up so much of his time but he shakes your apologies off.
âIt was my pleasure, really. And thanks again for the pie, I think Chaer will love it.â
He walks you to the front door and calls out your name after youâve waved goodbye and started walking. You didnât know you had been expecting him to do anything until you heard the hopeful tone in your own voice. âYeah?â
âYou any good with kids?â he asks, leaning against the doorway with crossed arms and a smirk that makes your heart flutter.
Although youâve only got one older brother, you have younger cousins as well as older ones that have babies of their own, so youâre not a complete stranger to kids, but more importantly, you like them. They have the world to learn, but they say surprisingly smart things and have really cute faces.
âIâd say that I am, yeah,â you reply, a smile growing on your face, mirroring his expression.
âGood,â he says, and pauses a second for good measure. âIâll see you later.â
âSee you later, Sunghoon,â you say as you turn back and head to your house, letting him enjoy the view of you walking away.Â
On the short way home, you realize that you completely have the hots for your neighbor, although you probably knew that before. Is it twisted that you like him more now that you know heâs got a kid? Probably a little bit, but youâre not going to fight it. Heâs single, after all. And not even thirty. A five-year gap isnât unheard of.Â
Your parents ask you where youâve been as you set the table and get ready for dinner. âJust over at our new neighborâs house to give him some pie and say hi,â you say as you toss the salad in its bowl, spreading the dressing evenly.Â
âOoh, the neighbor,â your mother echoes knowingly, wiggling her eyebrows, and steals a leaf of lettuce when it falls from the bowl because of your vigorous tossing. âWe should have him over at some point, welcome him into the neighborhood. Iâve seen him a bit, you know. Out painting on his front porch or when he was in his garden the same time as me. Heâs a very attractive young man,â she says, lowering her voice so your dad doesnât hear even though heâs outside grilling the meat. âDo you know how old he is? Looks a bit young for a homeowner to me, but who knows what young people are up to these days.
âHeâs twenty-six, and heâs saved a lot of money. Plus, I donât think that house was very expensive. From what heâs told me, the renovations will basically cost as much as the house itself. Heâs also got a kid.â
âAw, must be a cute baby,â she says as your father walks in, carrying a tray of steaming barbecued steaks and potatoes.
âSheâs eight,â you say bluntly, causing them both to look at you with wide eyes.
âOh, right, then. Happens,â your mother says, bringing her glass of water to her lips and taking a sip from it. âIs he still with the mother?â
âThey broke up a while ago, but theyâre on good terms,â you say, and your mom nods slowly at the information.
âSo, heâs single, huh?â she says, trying to hide her smile, earning herself a groan from your dad and a chuckle from you.Â
âCâmon, mom!â
âWhat? You canât deny that heâs attractive, and heâs single. Plus, you two must get along well if you spent a couple hours talking. Sure, heâs got a kid, but you love those, donât you?â
âMom, you of all people would know kids arenât pets. Dating someone with an eight-year-old isnât the same as dating someone with a cat.
âNo oneâs asking you to be that girlâs mom,â she says, dishing out some meat for the three of you. âIâd go get that man, if I were you.â
Your dad shakes his head and you eat your food as you listen to them bickering with a smile. You think about what your mother said - should you go and get Sunghoon? Your heart says yes, but your brain is a bit more reluctant. Another part of your body, lower down there, is screaming âyesâ at you.
He does live right by, after all.
That night, you FaceTime your roommate and best friend from college and bring her up to date about âthe hot man from the store the other day.â She paints her toenails but listens intently as she always does when you talk about boys, humming and chuckling here and there.
âGod, Y/N, I didnât know you had daddy issues, of all things.â
You gasp fake-dramatically. âExcuse me, I do not! I was attracted to him before I knew he was a dad, Iâll let you know.â
âYeah, yeah, whatever. Let me know when you guys actually hook up, Iâm curious whether older men are actually better,â she says, making you scoff.
âI hope he is. Iâm very much tired of those boys that donât know where the clit is and use too much tongue.â
âYou know, when I complain to my mom about guys, she always tells me to wait it out a few years. She says they get more mature and, well, she didnât say that outright, but she very heavily implied that the sex is much, much better. Kinda gross hearing it from her, but itâs good information.â
You hum. âWell, heâs not that much older⌠But letâs hope that it still makes a difference,â you say, and then move on to another topic.Â
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One thing that eating cherries has taught you is that if you want to enjoy eating the sweet flesh, youâll need to deal with the pit as well. Ever the grand philosopher, you realized soon enough that this was applicable to real life and not just your favorite fruit. Wanna get a good grade on your test? Gotta study for it. Wanna go on holiday to Mexico? Gotta find a summer job and earn money.
Wanna make your way to Sunghoonâs bed? Gotta seduce him.
Over the following days, you stand behind the counter at the hardware store, elbow perched on the hard surface, head resting on your palm and vision fuzzy as you daydream about your next encounter with Sunghoon. More often than not, a customer will clear their throat to awkwardly let you know of their presence and youâll have to exchange your imagined dialogue with Sunghoon for a quick apology and some pleasantries; more often than not, a coworker will call out your name for some help just as you get to the juicy part of your reverie. In those moments, you always feel like youâve been caught red-handed watching softcore porn, even if no one knows the last thing about what goes on in your head, nor do they care.Â
Much like the first time he walked into the store, when he does again on a Thursday morning, you think your daydreams have just gone too far and youâre now hallucinating. But, lo and behold, this is the true Park Sunghoon in the flesh, and he smiles and waves at you as he strides in before disappearing behind one of the many aisles.
You spend the next fifteen minutes going over witty conversation starters that will surely make him fall for you, only for you to stutter out a âh-hi, Sunghoon,â when he finally reaches the counter.
âFancy seeing you here,â he jokes, and you laugh a bit too hard for a comment that isnât that funny.
âHow are the renovations going?â you ask as you scan his articles - some more paint and brushes, lots of tile glue, a bunch of nails and two different sizes of turnscrews. He frowns in concentration at the snacks next to the counter until he caves in and gets a chocolate protein bar thatâs more sugar than protein.Â
âPretty okay,â he starts. âIâm in a bit of a rush, cause Chaer is already coming in two weeks and I need to have finished at least the interior by that time. My dadâs friends helped me get the roof done, so thatâs good, but now theyâre all busy with other sites so it's just me. Right now Iâm redoing the tiles in the bathrooms. You need so much damn glue,â he says with a chuckle.
You think for a second, then timidly offer, âI could help out, you know. If you needed me to.âÂ
He looks at you with raised eyebrows, halfway through getting his card out of his wallet. âReally?â
âI mean, I donât have much experience with this kinda stuff, but Iâve picked up a few things here and there from working here. If it saves you time, I could do the easy things. This job isnât particularly physically demanding so Iâve still got energy at the end of the day. Thatâs $78.96, please.â
A small smile appears on his face as he inserts his card into the reader. He punches in his code and then returns your gaze. âThat could be nice, actually.â
And thatâs how you find yourself over at Sunghoonâs house in denim shorts and your dadâs old t-shirts almost everyday for the next two weeks, helping him fix up the old two-storey home. He measures out the perfect length for wood planks or marble tiles that you assist him in fastening to the floors of different rooms and he fixes holes in walls that you paint over afterwards. Sometimes on your breaks, you share a bowl of cherries that you brought from your garden. (One morning, you tried to make cherry juice out of them, but when after almost two hours of pitting the liquid barely filled a glass, you decided that it was too much effort and that youâd keep on just eating them and baking the occasional pie.) You asked him to tell you what each of the rooms upstairs would be and you realized that the window of his room faced yours directly. The blinds were down as they had always been, so you hadnât known what the room would be.
âIâve been sleeping on the couch since I havenât gotten around to fixing up this room yet. Guess I should get to it, though,â he says, giving you a look that blurs the meaning of his words so that youâre not sure what heâs implying, which happens a bit too often with Sunghoon.
And youâd think that spending the better part of two weeks with the current man of your dreams would be amazing, right?Â
Wrong. Itâs unbearable.
Maybe thatâs exaggerating it - itâs mostly fun, and sometimes unbearable. Usually, youâre an avid fan of sexual tension, especially with attractive men like Sunghoon. Lingering gazes, eye contacts when there shouldnât be any, remarks with a deeper meaning that they let on, barely-there touches on the back of your hand or on your waist that manage to take your breath away. These are all very fine things that keep your heart bouncing and a blush on your cheeks, but they are supposed to amount to something more in the end. Maybe youâre impatient, but after two weeks of sending sex through your eyes to Sunghoon, you get the feeling that he doesnât reciprocate your desire. One afternoon, youâd made sure to go and sunbathe in your bikini at the exact moment he was doing some work outside, and even then, he merely gave your body a one-over and disappeared a few minutes later inside his house. When he came back about ten minutes later, he could still barely look at you.
At the same time, thereâs no way he doesnât know what heâs doing when he stands close behind you, letting you feel the warmth of his chest against your back, big, rough hands enveloping yours as he demonstrates how to cut a plank of wood with the machine. Thereâs no way the way he smirks when the action turns you into a stammering mess is innocent, either.
Yet nothing happens. The tension is thick enough to be cut with a knife, but maybe Sunghoon hasnât bought cutlery yet. The air is already heavy from the heat and the relentlessness of the sun, but this thing between you and him makes it almost suffocating, in somehow the best yet worst way possible. Youâre this close to simply throwing your naked body at him, and it doesnât help that you see his flexing, working muscles and beads of sweat on his hairline everyday. On the days he wears shorts, which is most days, all you can think of is getting off on his thick thighs, of his hands holding you tightly by the waist, of the way heâd look at you, eyes clouded over, of the words heâd whisper in your-
Your phone buzzes, interrupting you in your horny downward spiral. Itâs your dear mother telling you to come home for dinner. As you pick up your phone, a second buzz. Ask Sunghoon if he wants to eat with us.Â
You find him in his bedroom, adding the last touches to the walls. âI think Iâll be able to sleep here starting tomorrow night. I just need to go buy a bed,â he says when he sees your figure standing in the doorway.
âWe can go together if you want,â you blurt before you can stop yourself. Hoping itâll make you seem less weird, you add, âIâve got really good taste in furniture.â
âIs that so?â he questions, turning to you with a smile. âIâd appreciate the second pair of eyes, actually. Thereâs a lot of things I need to get.â
âYeah, I didnât wanna comment on it, but I think youâll end up needing more than a couch, a plastic dining table and two chairs,â you tease, making him roll his eyes lightheartedly. âWe can go to that huge second-hand store they have just outside of town. Youâll be surprised how good - and cheap - the furniture is there.â
âSounds good,â he nods, and checks his watch. âAre you going home?â
âI am. My momâs invited you over for dinner, if youâd like,â you say, tilting your head at him.
He raises his eyebrows in delighted surprise. âIâd love to. Just need to shower first.â
âThatâs fine. Iâll go home, just come over whenever youâre ready.â You exchange quick see you laters and you head home, taking a shower yourself and making sure to use your best-smelling body lotion.
Sunghoon arrives half an hour later with a bouquet of roses in his hands and an award-winning smile on his face. You let him in and he greets your parents, offering your mother the bouquet. âSorry I took so much time getting here, I wanted to pick these out as a thank you.â
You can tell your mother is pleased to the heavens as she waves him off, leading him inside your house. âThatâs awfully nice of you, Mr Park-â
âCall me Sunghoon, please,â he says with a warm smile.
âRight, Sunghoon. And no worries, youâre just on time. Please, sit.â
âIs there anything I can do to help?â
âOh, no, youâre working all day fixing up that house, just sit and relax. Weâre very happy to have you over, arenât we?â your mother says, sending a very obvious smile your way, which makes you furrow your eyebrows and shake your head lightly at her, silently telling her to shut up. Sunghoon chuckles at the exchange but says nothing and you want to bury yourself and your mother ten feet underground.
Sunghoon sits across from you at the dinner table, which allows you to stare unabashedly at him as he works his charm on your parents. Heâs the neighbor, so technically, heâs not a boyfriend you brought home to meet them, but still, you canât help but compare him to those few boys that you did bring home. None of them were a disaster, but none of them went as smoothly as this, either. There were always some awkward silences and dry chuckles with your past boyfriends, but Sunghoon clearly knows how to make parents happy. Maybe because he lived with his exâs parents for so long, or maybe because heâs a parent himself. Either way, it only adds to your desire to take all of his clothes and let him rail you into next week. Too bad he clearly doesnât feel the same way, you remind yourself with an audible sigh, which makes him look curiously at you, but you brush it off with a smile.
You watch as he accepts a beer, compliments the food and the house, talks football with your dad, accepts another beer, and shares teaching anecdotes with your mom, who herself is an elementary school teacher. You jump in every now and then when you have something witty to add or someone asks your opinion on something, but most of the time, you sit back and enjoy, happy that everything is going well.Â
You bring out your infamous cherry pie that youâd baked the previous day along with some vanilla ice cream for dessert, and smile when Sunghoon tells you how much heâd been waiting to have some of it again, trying not to blush as his gaze stays focused on yours for a second too long. Thankfully, your parents donât notice, too busy cutting themselves a slice.Â
He stays for another hour or so, until the sun has set and the streetlamps and the moonlight are the only things keeping the world visible. Your mom forces him to accept tupperwares full of leftovers from the night and makes him promise to come back with his daughter. Sneakily, she tells you to help him carry the tupperwares home even though heâs more than able to do it himself, then hugs him goodbye, hurrying you out of the door.
Sunghoon hasnât yet changed the lightbulbs to more efficient ones, so his kitchen bathes in the faint glow of the overhead lighting as you put away the leftovers in his fridge. He stands a bit to your right close behind you, closer than needed to simply hand you the tupperwares he was holding. When everything is stored, you turn around, but youâre trapped between his body and his arm that holds the fridge door open. With his free hand, he takes you by the waist and pulls you gently towards him. âCareful,â he says so quietly, itâs almost a whisper, and closes the fridge door behind you.Â
Heâs never been this forward with you, and even though youâve fantasized many times about this exact moment, now that itâs really happening, you donât know what to do except to search for an explanation in his eyes. His eyes that are looking right into yours and are a bit clouded over, from the alcohol or the proximity between the two of you or both, you donât know, but that also have the twinkle of a smile in them.Â
His lips are close enough to kiss, you think, and as if on cue, his gaze drifts down to your slightly parted lips. âYouâre very pretty, Y/N,â he says, before sealing your lips with his own. You respond immediately to his kiss - youâve thought too much about it to stand there and do nothing - but itâs all so slow and so soft that youâre not sure if itâs actually happening, so dreamlike it all feels.
Youâre called back to reality when his other hand finds your waist, your own hands coming up to his shoulders before one of them snakes its way to the nape of his neck, tugging lightly at his hair. This seems to change something in Sunghoon, who all of a sudden tightens his hold on your waist, his arms wrapping around it to bring you closer to him. His kiss gets faster and deeper too, and, to your surprise but not your distaste, a bit desperate. Youâre happy if you have on him half of the power he has on you. You taste sweet vanilla ice cream and tangy beer on his tongue, and itâs not at all unpleasant. It makes you want to eat cherries together so you can then taste them in his kiss.Â
A lustful sigh escapes your lips and then the warmth disappears all at once. Sunghoon looks at you like you just woke him up from a deep slumber and takes a step back away from you. You call out for him worriedly and the sound of his name seems to make him think he did something terribly wrong.
âI-Iâm sorry, Y/N, I donât know what came over me. We shouldnât do this, itâs not- I shouldnât have done that,â he sighs, looking defeatedly at the ground.
âWhy?â you ask quietly, almost inaudible.
âYou should go home,â he snaps, then closes his eyes as if in pain, cringing at his harsh tone. âIâm sorry. I think you should go home, itâs getting late,â he repeats, softer this time, but the words still sting.
âO-okay,â you say to the floor, already feeling tears well up in your eyes. You feel like you just got rejected by your high school crush, and the humiliation makes you want to crawl into a hole and die.Â
Sunghoon sighs again. âIâll let you know tomorrow about the furniture shopping, yeah? Chaeryeong is coming in the morning so we can go with her.â
âO-okay,â you repeat, surprised he still wants to do that with you. âGood night, Sunghoon,â you say without looking at him and scurry out of his house.
âGood night, Y/N,â Sunghoon answers to the emptiness after youâve left, touching his lips with the tips of his fingers and feeling the ghost of your kiss there.
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Truth be told, you havenât always loved cherries. Because of a heinous lie your older brother had made you believe when you were just six years old, you hadnât eaten cherries for two summers in a row. It was the summer your parents had finally allowed you to eat cherries as they came from the trees in your backyard - beforehand, theyâd been too scared that youâd choke on the pit or swallow it unknowingly, and had always prepared purĂŠes or other forms that cherries can take for you to eat, so to be finally handed the small fruit and told âgo ahead, try it,â felt like an honor.Â
A simple âdonât forget to spit out the pitâ from your mother had sufficed for you to be careful, and yet, your brother had thought a fear tactic would be more effective. âIf you swallow it, a tree will grow inside your belly and make you puke out cherries,â heâd lied when it was just the two of you at the outdoor table.Â
âReally?â you asked him in disbelief, horror written all over your face as you looked at the seemingly harmless yet deadly fruit in your hand. Youâd already eaten two and were in the middle of eating a third; your brother nodding âyesâ in response was all it took for you to spit out the cherry furiously and immediately start sobbing, afraid youâd swallowed one even though all three pits were right there on the table, a guarantee that no unwanted flora would grow inside of you.Â
Your mother rushed outside at the sound of your wailing and quickly put two and two together when she saw your brother laughing uncontrollably while you hid your face in your hands, desolately imagining your future as a walking cherry tree. She held you tight in her arms as she told your brother off and reassured you that he was just playing a stupid prank on you. Still, the simple thought of swallowing a pit had terrified you and you were unable to eat cherries for the remainder of the summer and the one after that.
This is the story you tell Chaeryeong and her dad as the three of you sit outside together, making them laugh - although, a few minutes later, when Sunghoon is gone to the bathroom away, Chaer leans over the table and whispers, âItâs not true, is it?â so you reassure her that youâve eaten cherries your whole life and have never had one single root take life in your tummy.Â
Itâs been a bit over a week after you shared that kiss in his kitchen, and the awkward atmosphere is just starting to fade. Youâre glad he didnât ignore you after that night, even if pretending nothing happened when both of you are very aware that something did happen is only the slightly better alternative. Itâs a refreshing change from boys that sleep with you and then act like you donât exist, for sure.
The kiss hasnât done anything to burst the tension; if anything, itâs made it even more electric. You catch him looking at your lips more than once and you wonder why he still acts the same way as before when heâs made it very clear he didnât think kissing you was a good idea. Catching him shirtless one night in his bedroom doesnât help, and neither does him catching you staring at him - youâd quickly shut the curtains, but it was too late, and heâd seen you ogling his toned chest and abs.
At least, the fact that Chaeryeong is here forces a bubbly atmosphere upon you, and you hope youâre not crazy when you notice him fondly looking at the both of you interacting. Chaer is an outgoing little girl and seems to have liked you as soon as you complimented the toy puppy in her hand, saying you used to have the same and it was your favorite.
The day you went food shopping was practically hell to get through. One evening, you were holding onto Sunghoon for dear life, finally kissing him, and the next afternoon, you were browsing through the endless aisles of your local IKEA, holding his daughterâs hand and pretending like you hadnât kissed her daddy.
When it got to the bedroom part of the store, you and Chaer decided to try all the mattresses and find the most comfortable one. You usually were never one for seating and laying on random beds in stores, but there was a kid with you, so you were sure itâd be fine. When you found the one you liked most, you looked up at Sunghoon from your position and said, âThis oneâs pretty good, Sunghoon.â His immediately reddening cheeks told you everything you needed to know and you quickly sat up, clearing your throat. He tested the mattress by pushing his palm against it and muttered a âyeah, itâs pretty goodâ before scribbling down the number of the mattress onto the small sheet of paper customers use to remember which products they wanted.
Of course, now that Chaer is with him and most of the work in the house is done, save for some minor things that Sunghoon can finish up on his own, you spend a lot less time together. You hate that you miss him so much. You miss the way he makes you feel, like your whole body is on fire with just one look or one touch, the way his stupid jokes make you laugh or how endeared he looks when he talks about his daughter. Seeing him with her only adds to your stupid crush - heâs doting, protective and caring, makes sure she has everything to be happy and manages to treat her at once like the kid that she is but also like a human that has opinions and feelings. Heâs a really good dad, and that does nothing whatsoever to stop your DILF fantasies, although now, itâs really Sunghoon that you want, and the fact that heâs a dad isnât a dealbreaker, it just makes him that much better.
You hate that you miss him, and yet being with him is somehow worse, because you canât do any of the things you want to do. You fall asleep one two many nights dreaming about his lips and how nice itâd be to feel them again - on your lips, on your neck, everywhere. You want to feel him everywhere, and this longing lust is starting to drive you crazy. Youâd never wanted anyone this much.
He invites you over for dinner one night, and the look he gives you when he opens the door sends a shiver right down your spine. âHi, Y/N.âÂ
âHi, Sunghoon.â
He leads you into the kitchen with a hand on your waist, even though youâve been in his house many times before and need no assistance getting there. A small, horny voice at the back of your head tells you that tonight may be the night, but you quickly shut it down, not wanting to get your hopes up all on your own.
Sunghoon serves you a glass of red wine, and you ask him what the occasion is. âJust to celebrate the house being almost done,â he answers with a smile.
Dinner would have gone as usual if Sunghoon wasnât practically staring you down the whole time, eyes full of something you canât quite put your finger on and that drives you crazy. His gaze lingers on you every time you speak, and he punctuates the syllables of your name like heâs trying to get a feel for them on his tongue.
Your heart is pounding in your chest when the clock strikes nine p.m. and itâs time for Chaeryeong to go to bed - you donât know if youâll be able to handle being alone with Sunghoon, and you might have to make a run for it, Cinderella-style.Â
Chaer goes to the bathroom to wash up and change into her pajamas, and when she comes back, she asks - no, demands - that youâre the one who tucks her in, and who are you to say no to the cutest little girl on Earth? She holds you by the pinky as she drags you up the stairs to her room then buries herself in her covers, tapping on the bed next to her body for you to sit there. âOkay, now we can talk without Dad around,â she says all business-like.
She tells you about the boys at her school and the birthday party she went to last week and the latest drama with her friends. The both of you are too busy chatting and giggling to hear footsteps coming up the stairs and stopping at her door, hiding behind the wall. After ten minutes, she yawns loudly and says, âCan you call Dad? I think heâll be sad if he doesnât wish me good night.â
âOf course,â you reply and kiss her on the forehead, wishing her a good night yourself. Youâre only half-surprised to find Sunghoon at the doorway, waiting for his cue.
âWait up for me, yeah? Iâll just be a minute,â he says, that smile still on his lips, that smile that keeps you hoping.
âOkay,â you whisper, and head downstairs, nervously taking a sip from your wine glass as you wait for him on the living room couch.
He is indeed back in a very short time, too short a time for your nerves to settle, so when he sits down close to you on the couch, body turned towards yours, you can feel your heart in your throat. He traces the rim of his glass with the tip of his pointer finger and you both watch the slow movement for a bit, a heavy silence hanging over both of your heads. You wait for him to talk because youâre too scared of what you might say if you start the conversation.
âY/N, Iâve been thinking,â he starts shakily, âabout um, our kiss, the other day-â
âOh, we donât need to talk about that,â you quickly interrupt, waving your hand in dismissal at him. âYou made it clear you didnât like it-â
âNo, thatâs the thing-â
âAnd that you thought it was a bad idea-â
âNo, just listen-â
âSo letâs just forget about it, and-â
âY/N,â Sunghoon says in a stern voice, raising his tone just enough to make you stop in your rambling.
âYeah?â you look up at him, eyes wide open. Expecting, as always.
âI havenât once stopped thinking about that kiss,â he says, sounding out-of-breath. âI handled it awfully, and Iâm so sorry that I made you feel like I didnât like it, because, God, I liked it. A lot,â he chuckles. âMaybe even too much.â
There they are, the words youâve been dying to hear. Yet all you can say is a stupid âOh.â
âI just⌠I was tipsy, and Chaeryeong was coming the next morning, and I panicked. I didnât know what to do for the rest of the week, and you didnât say anything, so I didnât, either. But I canât pretend like it isnât there.â
âLike what isnât there?â you echo, voice almost low as a whisper.
âYou know⌠this,â he replies, voice as low as yours. Slowly, one of his hands comes up to trace your jawline. You release a shaky breath as you set your wine glass on the coffee table and rest your hand on his knee.
âAre you sure about this? âCause if you tell me that you want me⌠then Iâll be all yours, Sunghoon,â you murmur, hands slowly sliding up his thigh. He takes you by the wrist and puts your hand right on top of his already growing erection, letting you know exactly how he feels about you.
âGod, canât you see what you do to me? I want you so bad, Y/N,â he almost growls, and with that, his lips are on yours, trapping you into a kiss far hungrier and more ferocious than the previous kiss, your mutual intentions finally laid out in front of you for you both to see.
Sunghoon wastes no time as he grabs you by the waist and brings you to his lap, sitting you on top of his crotch so that you can feel his hardening cock against your core. The kiss turns desperate in mere seconds, and youâre relieved to see that Sunghoon seems to have been waiting for this as long and with as much ardor as you have. Your hands are fisting his hair, tugging almost harshly, while his hands roam the expanse of your back until they settle on your ass, grabbing at it to press you closer to him. You canât stop yourself from moaning into his mouth when his erection rubs over your core in just the right way, and he takes that opportunity to add tongue to the kiss, deepening it.
You start to grind yourself against him, which he helps you do by slightly rutting his hips into yours and bringing your ass closer at every movement. Quickly, you fall into a rhythm so perfect and that feels so good, you think you might explode right then and there. Forget riding his thigh, this is infinitely better.
Needing to catch your breath, you pull away from the kiss, but your lips find his jaw immediately and you start pressing wet, needy kisses there and down his neck, sucking in some spots so that light bruises appear. âFuck, Y/N, that feels so nice,â he breathes, eyes shut closed. His scent drives you crazy, and his small praise makes you double down on your actions, almost biting the soft skin of his neck.
As you continue kissing him there, occasionally returning to his lips for more, his hands roam your thighs and then up your back, snaking themselves under your t-shirt and finding the clasp of your bra, quickly doing away with it. He pulls away just so he can help you out of your top and takes your bra off of you, hands caressing your sides as he admires your half-naked body in all its glory. You take his hands and bring them to your chest, resting your hands on top of his as you continue grinding onto him and let him play with your boobs. âYouâre so fucking hot,â he practically moans, making you chuckle. You reach for the hem of his t-shirt, because itâs only fair that you get to see him too, and you bite back a moan when he uses the absence of your hands on his to pinch your nipples lightly, then takes one in his mouth, catching you off-guard. You forget all about your plan of undressing him as his tongue flicks at the perked bud, your hands finding his hair again as you moan unabashedly.Â
âS-Sunghoon,â you breathe, the combined feelings of his now fully hard cock pressing against your clothed but soaking cunt and of his warm mouth around your nipples really getting to your head and making you see stars, so that all you can say is his name. âPlease,â you beg, youâre not sure what for. Mercy, perhaps. Or release.
âPlease what, baby?â he asks, and the nickname goes straight to your core.
âI donât- just, please, Sunghoon, please,â you say incoherently, making him chuckle.
âOkay,â he says as if he can read your mind, and you think he actually does when he lays you down on the couch, fingers finding the zipper of your shorts. He unbuttons them and slides them down your legs along with your soaked panties. He makes sure theyâre fully off of your body before running his palms up both of your legs, from your ankles to your hips.
âDonât tease, please,â you plead, too desperate for him to take his time.
âAs you wish, princess,â he smirks, and brings a finger to your folds, sliding it down to gather some slick before pushing it inside your hole. Your back arches as an instant response to his touch and you let out a small whine, already craving for more. âFuck, so wet, and all for me, yeah?â he questions, his eyes not once leaving your glistening pussy.
âYes,â you breathe out, mind too fuzzy to produce a longer sentence.
âThatâs a good girl,â he coos, and adds another finger, pushing all three of his knuckles in and massaging your sweet spot as soon as he finds it. When heâs found a rhythm for his motions, he finally looks up at you and curses himself for not having watched your face earlier. Head tilted back in pleasure, mouth agape as your breathing gets more and more irregular and eyebrows scrunched together, you look like the definition of sex, and it takes everything in Sunghoon to not start touching himself.
He forces himself to look away from you only to focus back on your pussy and notices your swollen clit that is begging for attention. He licks it tentatively, and when your back arches at the feeling of his tongue on you, he dives in completely, licking a stripe up your folds before wrapping his lips around the bud and sucking at it like he did with your nipples earlier. The pace at which his fingers are pumping out of you quickens and youâre pulling so hard at his hair, you think you might rip some strands off. You feel yourself getting close, and youâre reminded of all those frustrating encounters with college boys where they stopped right before you came, so you canât stop yourself as you desperately chant âoh my God please donât stop please donât stop,â not even noticing the way youâre holding his head down against your clit and bucking your hips into his face.
Your orgasm hits you like a truck - this is probably the first one youâve received from someone other than your own hand or your vibrator in the past year and a half. It takes your breath away, and youâre left gasping for air for a good thirty seconds, your mind reeling from the intensity of such pleasure. When you calm down, you lift your head to look at Sunghoon whoâs already watching you with a grin on his face, your slick coating his chin and mouth.
You plop your head back down with a groan when realization hits you. âIâm sor-â
âDonât even finish that sentence,â Sunghoon commands, hands rubbing your still-trembling thighs. âThat was the hottest thing Iâve ever seen in my life,â he marvels, and you canât help but giggle.
âReally?â
âReally.â
After another couple of seconds, you sit up on the couch and send Sunghoon a mischievous look. My turn, you think, and if his smile is any indicator then he seems to have understood. âLet me thank you,â you say, gesturing at him to sit up himself as you lower yourself to your knees on the couch in front of him.
You look up at him from between his thighs then unclasp his belt and undo his jeans. He lets out a shaky breath and says, âYou donât need to do this, you know-â
âDonât be a gentleman, Sunghoon. I want to do this and I know you want it too. Itâs pretty obvious,â you tease as you run your hand over his erection, watching in delight as his eyebrows furrow and his eyes close. âNow help me get these off of you.â He nods and raises his hips so you can take his jeans and underwear off, imitating his actions from before as you take your time to get them over his ankles and caressing his legs until they reach his crotch, watching as he takes his t-shirt off as well so that you can finally see him entirely. Youâd caught glimpse of him shirtless before as he worked in his garden, but the sight still manages to take your breath away. Taut muscles and sun-tanned skin, laid bare right before you. This is what they mean by sculpted like a Greek god, you think.
You havenât done anything, yet his head is already laid back against the top of the couch, Adamâs apple bobbing up and down as he gulps in expectation and chest rising visibly at every intake of breath. You mustâve saved a thousand souls in your previous life to be deserving of such an image.
You spit in your palm before taking him, starting out by slowly moving your hand up and down his shaft, then rubbing small circles against his tip, the small moan-like sighs that leave his lips letting you know youâre doing a good job. You gather some saliva in your mouth and spit on his length to add some lubricant and smirk when he lets out a low fuck. You bring your head closer and lick his balls, taking one at a time in your mouth and sucking very gently, making the volume of his moans increase. âJust like- fuck, just like that, Y/N.â
You then lick a long stripe up his cock and swirl your tongue around his tip when you reach it, humming at the taste of precum there. Sunghoon gathers your hair in a makeshift ponytail so it doesnât get in your way, and finally looks down at you, blown away by the beautiful sight of your flushed cheeks and your mouth around his cock. He groans when you take him deeper and unconsciously bucks his hips into your throat, making you gag around him. He loves that feeling but doesnât want to hurt you so he grabs your face and makes you look up at him, lust and worry written all over his face as he apologizes, but you quickly stop him. âItâs okay, I like it. You can do it again,â you say, and smile before wrapping your lips around him once more.
âFuck, are you sure?â he asks and you hum, sending vibrations all over his body.
âGod, o-okay,â he says, in disbelief that youâre okay with him practically fucking your throat and even liking it. And you do like it - you love letting him use your mouth to get off, just like you had earlier with him. He must have amazing core strength because heâs able to buck his hips into your mouth rapidly as he holds your head tight in his hands. The way you keep coming back for more every time he lets you breathe is enough to drive him crazy, but after a couple minutes, he stops you from taking him in your mouth again.
âI canât- I donât wanna cum like this,â he breathes, looking just as fucked-out as you do.
âWhere, then?â you ask, kissing him all over his thighs as he trails his fingers through your hair. âInside?â
He groans at the offer but shakes his head, eyes shut as if trying to calm himself down. âI havenât got any condoms.â
âIâm on the pill,â you tell him, still pressing kisses on his warm skin. Youâre far too desperate to feel him inside you to let a lack of condom stop you, especially when you donât even need one.
He lets out an umpteenth shaky breath and makes you look up at him. âAre you sure?â
âSunghoon,â you say, looking him dead in the eyes, âIâve never been more sure of anything.â Youâre relieved when he smiles and nods, bending down to trap your lips in a heated kiss for good measure. Something about being in this position, kneeling in front of his spread thighs and having to look up at him, turns you on even more.
âOkay, then,â he says, still smiling as he pulls away, holding you gently by the chin. âI donât think Iâll be able to last long, and I want to feel you cum around me. So, tell me, whatâs your favorite position, princess?â
The question takes you aback but you answer it anyway, looking at the ground. âReverse cowgirlâŚâ you admit shyly, a small smile spreading on your lips.
âReverse cowgirl, huh?â Sunghoon repeats, and you donât need to look at him to know heâs smirking. âCome here, then,â he says, and helps you up, making you turn around so your back faces him and seats you down on top of him, keeping your hips raised. He takes his cock inside his hands, pumps it a few more times before guiding it to your entrance, pressing kisses to your shoulders and nape to make you relax.Â
You moan at the simple feeling of his tip teasing your entrance and Sunghoon whispers âI know, babyâ against your skin. âSit down for me,â he commands gently, and you oblige, lowering your hips slowly to feel all of him stretching you out, the both of you moaning in synchronization when he bottoms out.
Sunghoon wraps an arm around your middle and pulls you onto him so that your back rests against his chest and you can let your head hang back next to his. âLet me do all the work, yeah?â he murmurs into your ear, and you hum in response. He doesnât move for a bit, roaming his large hands all over your body until he feels your walls relax around him. One of his hands finds your breasts, playing with each nipple in turn, while the other finds your clit. Itâs all so much but so good that youâre already a moaning mess before heâs even started moving. âReady?â he asks, but youâre too far gone to answer.
His pace starts out slow, but youâre impatient and whine as you try to move your hips against his to go faster, which makes him tut. âI told you Iâd do the work, didnât I?â he asks, pinching one of your nipples in reprimand. âSo be good for me and stay still, Y/N. I promise Iâll make you feel good.â You whine again but stop moving, heeding his words.
âPerfect,â he whispers and kisses your neck before picking up the pace, shushing you when your moans get too loud.
âIâm sorry, just feels too good,â you manage to let out.
âI know, but you need to stay quiet, baby,â he says, yet gets rougher with his thrusts, which does not help in the slightest. His hand that was on your breasts comes up to cover your mouth, but he quickly decides to make you suck on two of his fingers instead, muffling your moans a bit.
His fingers on your clit havenât relented this whole time and after just a few minutes, you feel that familiar knot tying itself again in your stomach and you know youâre mere moments away from it coming undone. Judging by his rapid but clumsy thrusts, Sunghoon must be close too. He pounds into you like youâve been wanting him to ever since you first set eyes on him as he entered the hardware store, hitting your g-spot over and over again. Tears roll down your cheeks and you whimper around his fingers, biting down on them as your second orgasm hits you.
Youâre practically sobbing as he helps you ride out your high, his movements sending your body into pleasant overstimulation until he reaches his high too, the feeling of your pussy clenching tightly around him pushing him over the edge. Ropes of his semen paint your walls white, and thereâs enough of it for him to become a father of two. You whine as he pulls away, and feel his cum slipping out of you and onto the couch underneath you. Before you can catch your breath, he asks, âBaby, can I do something very dirty?â and you nod without thinking much. This man could do anything he wanted to you, and youâd thank him for it.
He settles you back down onto the couch, kneels on the floor, head level with your core, and sticks his tongue inside your hole, making you yelp in surprise and overstimulation. You donât understand what heâs doing until he comes back up and makes you open your mouth with his thumb, then spits inside it, telling you to swallow. You do as he says and taste his cum, laughing in disbelief at what he just did - and at how much you liked it. âFuck,â you giggle.
âWas that too much?âÂ
âGod, no,â you say, and he smiles. You open your arms, gesturing for him to get back on the couch. He rests his head between your breasts, the both of you sighing in contentment as he rubs small circles on your belly and you graze your fingers through his hair. Heâs so silent that you think heâs fallen asleep, but he speaks up after a while, voice soft and calm like youâve never heard before.
âWe should go get cleaned upâŚâ he says, and you hum in agreement, â...but itâs so nice here,â he finishes, making you giggle.
âIf we get cleaned up quickly now, we can cuddle in bed right afterwards,â you argue.
âYouâre right. Infallible logic. Youâre so smart, you know that, Y/N?â he says, and you can hear the smile in his voice.
âOf course I know that,â you joke. âLetâs go,â you say, kissing the top of his head.
You take a shower together, cleaning each other and leaving kisses here and there, or touching in places you shouldnât touch and that maybe lead to more, right there in the shower. Now that youâve had a taste, youâre insatiable, and you warn Sunghoon that the both of you are in for a very long night, to which he answers that he wouldnât have it any other way.
Once you do fall asleep, (which isnât until two rounds later, and youâre surprised either of you have this much energy), however, youâre holding each other tightly, the fan on high so that you donât feel all sticky, being so close to each other. Even if you wake up here and there because he shuffled or he snored too loudly, itâs one of the best sleeps youâve ever had.
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You wake up the next morning by small giggles and snorts that come from none other than Park Chaeryeong herself, whoâs buried herself between you and her dad, shaking her body to wake the two of you. Youâre glad that you listened to Sunghoon when he told you to put on a t-shirt of his as well as some underwear so neither you or Chaer would have a fright when she came and woke you up as she liked to do every morning. âYou had a sleepover!â she exclaims excitedly when she sees youâve finally opened your eyes, looking at her with a sleepy expression and a smile.
âWe did!â you reply, trying to keep the same level of excitement.
âWe did,â Sunghoon repeats, taking his daughter in her arms to hug her tightly and blows a raspberry in her neck to make her laugh.
âYou didnât invite me!â she shrieks when her dadâs left her alone.
âSorry, sweetheart. It was just me and Y/N.â
âNo fun,â she pouts, laying on her back and crossing over arms before turning back to her dad. âSo, is Y/N my new mom?â she whispers even though youâre right there. You gasp at her question, making wide eyes at Sunghoon who just snorts, and you canât tell if sheâs genuinely asking or if sheâs an eight-year-old with an advanced sense of irony.
âOf course not. Is Heeseung your new dad?â he asks, mentioning his exâs new boyfriend. Chaer shakes her head.
âNo. Heâs Mommyâs boyfriend.â
âExactly, and Y/N is Daddyâs girlfriend. Isnât she?â he asks, raising an eyebrow at you, smirking.
âShe is,â you reply, and Chaer turns back to you, giggling. She snuggles close to you, wrapping an arm around your middle, and youâre taken aback by the sheer cuteness of it all. You look at Sunghoon with a fake pained expression, and he smiles endearingly at the two of you before sighing and joining you in your hug. He rests his arms around you and his daughter, kissing the top of your heads in turn.Â
âMy girls,â he mutters in your hair, and you smile peacefully.
Thereâs a lot of things you have to talk about with Sunghoon. You know your parents - especially your mom - will be okay with the two of you together, but will his parents be? And once semester starts again, what will happen? Youâll have to go back to campus and heâll have to stay here - will a three-hour drive be a dealbreaker, or will you make it work?
The thing is, thereâs no point in thinking about all of this at this moment. Youâve got the whole summer to figure things out. For now, youâll eat cherries and spit out the pits, and everything will be perfect.
this is a one shot, there will not be a part two!
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this is a lawless land where the 8 ball somehow feels less insane than whatever the fuck is happening in the rest of the setlist
(p.s. i found columbus lol. still need milwaukee and minneapolis though)
(edit hey chat itâs me again. found milwaukee đ)
welcome to my new ongoing graphic design project post because the old post was getting a little bit long! i am recreating this t shirt design:
with the 8 ball songs instead of the city names! here is the most recent iteration, updated through 3/15 (orlando):
#20DNB??? AGAIN???#bees' graphic design adventure#anyway. i still need to find a place to put the moon in NC but there aren't any c's in this row#i could try making it one of the parentheses in lawyer but i don't think it'd read well. also too small#and the next line is ny which has a big ass raindrop#shrug we shall see#miiiiiiight fuck around with the row height on this one and make (me & you) bigger#also if you notice that the tiffany blews font looks way better. apparently you can just download it#and you don't have to painstakingly trace every letter with vectors to make the entire alphabet in preparation for the show in okc#just fun facts!! ahaha. anyway it was devastating when the actual font looked way better than the letters i made but i went ahead and#replaced them#tbh actually i might bring back my B and L bc i like them better#okay enough. i have to go finish my final essay#might start doing every other show updates after this so the post doesnt get too long#and do one more on this post#then the last post will be 4 updates long and that's it!!#10 shows left gang!!!#ok NOW doing my essay bye#sorry one thing bc i think it's fun. the capital O in the baltimore font has some curlies in the middle of it which are absent in baltimore#which means the designer used a zero instead#in the spirit of that i simplified the s and g because htey had extra bits all over the place#so i made the lowercase s bigger and chopped off a bit of the inside bit of the g#i am having a lot of fun with this. maybe i'll make it into a sticker at the end???#i like the idea of a poster though idk. also if anyone else is interested in it let me know what you'd like to see#atp this is just a personal project but if ppl want i'll make stuff
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dropping everything to look up zodiac compatibilities. for fictional characters. for fanfiction purposes.
#goood lord. i really am tired. i remembered caters aquarius but i had to look up trey#I KNOW TREYS SCORPIO. HE AND THE TWEELS SHARE W/ME I KNOW THAT ONE OUGHHHH ok anyway#since cater's best class is listed as astrology and he says it's fun to look at horoscopes or w/e i feel like i NEED to incorporate that#into the treycay im writing#i. dont know what im gonna do w/it but jfklsdjlfje#but omg:#'Scorpios tend to be more focused on emotional connections and intimacy' +#'Aquarius values their personal space and independence' hello thats so Them...#[scrolling down] 'scorpios can become possessive and jealous' that is NOT so them đ#however i can still use that lol#i want to have a scene of cater and trey lookin at their horoscopes or something#actually doesnt trey or maybe cater specifically have a line somewhere#about cater sometimes doing the fortune telling for trey for fun or practice?? am i making that up????#i swear 2 god i thought trey had a line about it somewhere#but i have NO idea what context he'd be bringing it up đ¤#or maybe cater said it idk#i know cater does bring up horoscopes in his own broomquet story w/floyd#HMMMM well i got distracted from this cosplay anyway bye#god why is it already 4:30pm i hate everything im so tired LOL
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I keep seeing those "character without trauma" depictions and they seem like fun but I can't really picture it for most of The Faves... I guess Arakawa would've stayed an actor and Mine would've stayed at his company (or who knows, maybe he would've pursued baseball instead to begin with), but other than that I'm coming up blank...
its hard to imagine traumaless depictions when A Good Portion Of Characteristics are a product of trauma tbf đď¸đđď¸
#snap chats#like even with daigo. sure his trauma might be considerably less severe compared to others#but even still his internalized loneliness and want for an Actual friend is a product of his childhood neglect and surroundings#trauma has a range like that going from things some people might be like 'oh well thats not THAT bad' to like.#walking in on your dad after he was shot đđđ i mean daigos dad was ALSO shot but at least he didnt have to see it--#jo might be the hardest to imagine. if thats what you were lowkey alluding to when it came to coming to a blank#at least with mine and arakawa- mine especially- we got to see them Somewhat have a normal life#mine esp like if he just learned to better communicated he wouldnt have a need to join the yakuza right#but with jo we never get even a lick of that#at most he was a construction worker but i mean.. p sure that was more of Needing to do it opposed to naturally going towards it yk#not that construction work is bad of course but we know what im saying its not exactly a lot of people's Top Five occupations#especially at 15 but anyway. im prattlin too long THIS IS WHAT I WAS SAYING DURIN STREAM YESTERDAY LMAO#I BE LIKE 'weh wah my hand hurt i hate typing' and then i type an essay in the tags#literally go outside i hate you <- @me#anyway. i forgot to say in my last bitching post that my mom also nicked my ear so thats fun#so now my ear hurts and theres a skin flap i wanna rip off thats great#ok that was more tmi than usual ima cut it here BYE
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I have a stupid question, feel free not to answer.
I have SA trauma from a woman. I'm AFAB and bi. I'm a virgin if you don't count non consentual shit. I'm worried that when/if I get a girlfriend (assuming she's AFAB ofc) I'll have to disclose my trauma in order to opt out of oral sex. For the record, I'm not interested in giving or receiving but I see a lot of discourse online about how unreciprocated cunnilingus is anti woman and how it makes you an awful partner and 'you're not really comfortable with yourself' etc. That type of talk feels vaguely rad femmy to me, but is it ok to have preferences like this? Am I doomed to have to relive some fucked up shit any time someone wants to sleep with me?
I have more questions but I'm not going to bother you rn. Thanks for reading anyways
Bye!
hi anon,
I have great news: you actually don't even need an "excuse" like trauma to opt out of oral sex. you actually don't need an excuse to opt out of anything you don't want to do when you have sex; "no" is a complete sentence and partners who can't rock with that are not partners you want to spend much time with, especially not having sex.
what would probably be helpful is having a conversation sometime prior to The Actual Moment When Oral Sex Could Be Happening that runs along the lines of "hey, just a heads up, I really like you but I'm not interested in giving or receiving oral sex. is that a dealbreaker for you? if not, I'd love to talk about other things that would be fun to do together, because I do want to have sex with you in other ways." communication is a requirement, yes, but disclosing and reliving your trauma is absolutely not.
having preferences and boundaries is the most fine and normal thing in the world, never feel bad about that. and please feel free to ask other questions, it's never a bother :)
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thinking abt wearing jason's initial on a necklace but in a taylor swift kind of way
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THIS THIS THIS CALL IT WHAT YOU WANT
I WANT TO WEAR HIS INITIAL ON A CHAIN ROUND MY NECK CHAIN ROUND MY NECK NOT BC HE OWNS ME BUT CAUSE HE REALLY KNOWS ME WHICH IS MORE THAN THEY CAN SAY-
ANYWAy
Here's the thing about the fucking press, since the moment they found out Jason was alive, they've never let him breathe. Your relationship went public against your will only two months after he was declared legally alive. Since then the opinion on your relationship had fluctuated. Sometimes there were fan accounts and other times you were sent death threats. Jason did what he could, but he couldn't stop everything.
The worst that happened was when you went with some friends. It was just dinner on a balcony at a nice restaurant. Jason had gone to some concert with one of his siblings. To be honest, you were too drunk to remember which. You were out with three friends two of you were drunk. The birthday boy doesnât like to drink, but he gave the ok for everyone else. One other friend stayed sober and offered to be the designated driver.
You're solidly drunk. Drunk enough to actually be excited to take pictures. Drunk enough to be laughing the whole time. Drunk enough to try to call your cat on the phone.
Either way, you're singing happy birthday while your friends are taking pictures so you lean over to kiss the birthday boy's cheek and tell him "HappsyBirthay!" He laughs and thanks you. It's a good time. Your other drunk friend kisses him on the other cheek and takes a picture of it on his phone. It's cute. It's fun. But it is 11:30 pm and time to go home.
You're about to get in the designated driver's car when he asks for your address. You donât invite people over much, what with Jason having to go on patrol and bloody bats dropping in. You're also drunk enough to not know your address. "That's a relly diffisult queshion. Do you know the answer?" You look over to the birthday boy; he's been to your apartment a few times to have lunch and feed the cat.
He looks over at the designated driver. "I donât know the address, but I know to get there... Don't worry about it. I'll take her home."
"We goin home?"
He laughs. "Yeah."
"Holy shit! Is Jason gunna be there?" He puts his arm around your waist to guide you into his car so you donât fall.
"I donât know. You said he was going out tonight, but I donât know if he's back yet." He laughs again and waves goodbye to your other friends before he buckles himself into the driver's seat.
The car ride home is mostly quiet. You're half asleep, and it's not long until your friend is pulling into the parking garage. He taps your shoulder and asks for your key. You donât know where it is. He asks for your phone. You hand it over, and he asks Siri to call Jason.
Jason picks up after half a ring.
"Hello?"
"Hey, man. It's me. We're in the parking garage and your wonderful girlfriend is too drunk to find her keys. Any chance you're home."
You hear Jason's voice ask something about articles, news, and pictures before you fall asleep again.
A few minutes pass and someone's calling your name and unbuckling your seatbelt. You look over and see Jason leaning over you.
"J'son!"
"Hey, sweetheart."
"I missd you." He grabs your bag off the floor.
"I missed you too. Hey can you give me your phone?"
You nod your head and hand him the phone.
"I'm gonna pick you up. Ready?"
"Yeah!" He lifts you up while you shout "Weeeee!"
He closes the car with his shoe and turns toward your friend. "Thanks, man. Happy Birthday. Sorry about everything."
"'s no problem. Take care of her. Bye."
You donât remember much of the elevator ride up or getting in pajamas or getting in bed. But you remember waking up. That wasn't fun.
Jason makes you breakfast, and that in itself isn't out of the ordinary at all, but he's acting weird. Every time you ask for your phone he says "I'll give it to you in a minute."
You can't take it anymore. "Jay, just tell me what happened. You're killing me. Did I post anything dumb while drunk again?"
"No." He sighs and grabs your phone out his pocket before opening up an article. You take your phone from him and read the headline. You feel sick.
"Jason Todd and Girlfriend Broke Up! Finally She's Gone"
You take a bite of eggs off Jason's plate and keep reading.
"Here's the evidence:
"nobody's heard from the couple for months, not even so much as an instagram post from the once vocal couple
"Todd was seen last night at a concert singing his heart out to breakup songs, images below
"and most damning of all: the now would-be ex-girlfriend was spotted last night getting cozy and leaving with new man, exclusive photos below!"
You scroll and see zoomed in photos of you kissing your friend's cheek and getting into his car. You bang your forehead into the counter repeatedly. Jason puts his hand over the spot you're hitting your head against. You look to him and he looks apologetic.
"I'd prefer if you didnât read the rest. I donât think Vicki Vale likes you very much. I'm having Bruce sue the company right now."
You try to hit your head into the table again and he grabs your cheek to stop you. He leaves his hand there. This time, you look apologetic.
"I'm sorry. It just makes me upset when people think I donât love you or that you donât love me." You meet his eyes and he's smiling.
"I had an idea."
He pulls two small boxes from his pockets and you stop yourself from making a comment about the size of men's pockets. Before you have the time to freak out, questioning what's in the boxes, he opens them. They're necklaces with the initials of your first names. He takes the one with your initial and puts it around his neck. The chain on his is longer than the other one.
"Obviously you donât have to, I just had a feeling you might want to. I'm not trying to put a brand on you-"
You cut him off with a kiss.
"I'm never taking it off."
#saphâs love letters#jason todd#saphâs thots#jason todd x reader#red hood#red hood x reader#jason todd imagine#jason todd x you#đˇď¸ anon#hurt/comfort#fluff#angst#Jason todd fluff#jason todd x reader fluff#I stopped beta-ing my stuff at some point. I apologize. I just hate reading my own stuff
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Terushima and his stupid tongue piercing. He likes to act all nonchalant and cool with it, like he wasnât about to shit his pants at the piercerâs when he saw the needle lining up with the little mark his piercer made on his tongue. When he realised that just the toothpick making the dot already feltâŚodd, it was already too late to turn back.
âCanât believe youâre actually doing this.â
Terushima glared at you, then hunched in resignation. He knew it deep inside, he was a total bitch when it came to pain.
âIf you need to, you can hold my hand until itâs done. Makes it easier.â
He took the offer with grace, hand shooting out to grab yours. The needle inched closer to his tongue, and his piercer began to say the dreadful words.
âNow, breathe in through your nose.â
He squeezed his eyes shut, his hand gripping yours so hard his knuckles began going white.
âOw, too tight! It hasnât even gone through yet, chill out!â
And then his mind drifted to you, who laughed and told him he definitely could not handle it, even if he wanted the tongue piercing, so bad. You, who watched him almost piss himself getting his ears pierced half a year ago. You, who were sure that he would probably piss himself for real if it was a needle going through any other part of his body. Honestly, he wasnât even sure why he told you in the first place, it wasnât like you two were any closer than casual acquaintances anyways. All he wanted was aftercare advice, seeing that you had piercings plastered all over your ears, and a couple more on your face. He did NOT ask to be underestimated, and he definitely did NOT ask for you to be with him during this piercing session. Well, game on, bitch.
He inhaled, deep, and let his breath out all at once. This was it, this was his big âfuck you,â because he could handle it, and he would show you. As the needle stabbed through his tongue, possibly the worst pain of his life hit him right in the face, worse than getting spikes hurled at his head, or missing a dive and getting second degree carpet burn. So much worse. His mind went blank as his eyes finally peeled open, before all the blood in his body drained.
His final vision was of you, laughing your ass off, and his piercer, visibly concerned, before a million needles jabbed into body, and he lost consciousness, barely feeling your hands attempting to hold him up and slap him awake as he lolled sideways into the chair.
Nevermind, game so not on, bitch.
(Every time you overhear or see Terushima hit on a girl by showing off his tongue piercing, you walk up just to make fun of him passing out in front of you and his piercer. He swears you hate him, and want him to be alone forever. You just donât want him hitting on other people.)
authorâs note:
super short and super dumb but i refuse to believe terushima was nonchalant through his tongue piercing session because LOOK AT HIM BRO like people make him out to be so hot and sexy and cool and i disagree yes the tongue piercing is hot but he was NEVER that cool he definitely had a hard time getting it LMAOOO
anyways this isnât really like any sort of romance tbh apart from the little bonus line i added at the end itâs just a dumb scenario i thought of at the train station yesterday but i fully stand by it ngl
tags!!
@chuuya-brainrot @starlysama @fiannee @bailey-reeds
ok see u soon with an actual fic love u guys bye bye
#terushima x reader#terushima yuuji#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu oneshots#haikyuu scenario#haikyuu imagine#haikyuu#haikyuu terushima#haikyuu headcanons
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Hi, there, again! đź
If it's not too much trouble, make a second and last request, I can request:
There is a really lovely moon outside tonight that you find yourself admiring, but if you would just turn around you would find someone admiring you.
With Silver, Jack and Sebek
Take your time and at your pace, bye đ đâď¸đ
11. There is a really lovely moon outside tonight that you find yourself admiring, but if you would just turn around you would find someone admiring you.
Hello again yourself! Sorry this took forever! I hope you like this I was considering not putting that prompt on the list but I did anyway because I really like the moon. She does so much for romance, we should thank her.
notes: they/them used for Yuu. I should write more Silver the glomas made me think about him more, Jack gets made fun of, and Sebek is Sebek. The other event requests can be found on my masterlist here.
Silver
It is rude to stare, but Silver gave up willing himself not to blink a long time ago. He is afraid that he will put himself right to sleep and be forced to content himself with a hazy memory of your beauty. Not that he is opposed to dreaming of you, he is sure he does already anyway, he just... can't remember it.
"Silver?" He has been caught, you are blocking his vision, but he is only looking at you anyway so he finds himself smiling. "Are you ok?" You reach to check his forehead and he sighs happily into your touch.
"I'm glad you came to see if I was alright, but I promise I'm ok." You let him take your hand in his and guide you to sit next to him, he finds his smile widening but he can't see how you react. "I wonder if humans are warmer in your world."
"Oh um," he falls onto your shoulder, eyes closed but not asleep and reveling in the completely unfamiliar feeling "I don't think we are. Were? W-why would you think something like that?"
"Because I'm always really warm whenever I'm with you." He takes your hand into his lap and places his other over it, breathing deeply and slowly. "Oh and you are getting even warmer now! That's amazing. Unless it's not nice and you are uncomfortable?"
"No I'm fine." Your whisper tickles his ear even if it's not quite next to it. That's another thing he finds amazing about you, your voice has a really powerful effect on people when you lower it. That's the only way he can think to explain his increased heart rate. But then...
"Are you sure?" He opens his eyes to look up at you, your eyes aren't on him anymore, but they aren't on anyone else. You seem to be very determined to continue admiring the moon, even when he has placed himself in your grasp. There is a strange sort of ache in his chest at the thought of your voice being used on anyone else. "I would hate to be keeping you from anyone else..." You turn, more slowly than he would like but probably completely normally, to look at him and steal him back away to daydreams with your smile.
"Don't worry Silver," you squeeze the hands that hold you and rest your head on his "I'm right where I want to be. Promise." And so does he.
Jack
"Tale as old as tiiime~" Ruggie croons somewhere off to the side and Jack takes a deep breath and tries to remind himself that this is his valued senior. "True as it can be~" Someone he deeply admires, who he wants to think highly of him. "Barely even friends~"
"Zip it." Jack growls as soon as you turn towards the noise, not wanting his reverie to be interrupted just yet only to find Leona standing next to Ruggie with just as smug of a look on his face.
"Then somebody bends, unexpectedly~" He has a surprisingly nice voice. Jack really wishes the first time he heard his dorm leader sing was not at his expense. "Aww look Ruggie he's blushing. Didn't know he could do that."
"Shishishishi. And now that you've pointed it out his ears are drooping, poor baby is embarrassed."
"Of course I'm embarrassed," he growls more than grumbles, but Ruggie doesn't even bother pretending to be afraid, to say nothing of how unfazed Leona is "you don't gotta go airing my business for everyone."
"So there is somethin' there." Leona laughs and Jack makes the mistake of looking back towards you.
You have gone back to leaning on the balcony, the moonlight glitters off silk of your costume or maybe it's just his heartsickness messing with his head. Jack rather likes the moon himself, the tales of werewolves his parents would tell had always excited more than frightened him. There was something that just felt right about letting the moonlight embrace him, like he was meant to exist under it. The way moonlight looks on you makes him think the same thing; that maybe he is allowed to want to keep you here forever basking in its glow. He moves, he tells himself it's because Leona and Ruggie have started humming that dumb song again, but the pull of the moon drowns out every word as he stumbles inelegantly to your side.
"I was wondering when you were finally going to come out here." You are enviably relaxed, moving to make room for him on the balcony he takes all of, not wanting there to any ambiguity in why he is standing with you.
"Sorry you were waiting so long." His tail briefly touches your leg before he reels it back to its proper place as he tries to keep his eyes firmly placed on the moon. He hears you take a deep, deep breath of air and turns to see the puff of steam that you exhale. âAre you cold?â He worriedly asks, mind already racing for a solution that doesnât involve too much actual helping on his part. But despite that desire he finds himself pulling you into his side before you can say anything.
"Well not anymore." Your voice is muffled by his embarrassment more than his weight. "Stay with me? The moon is too pretty to go back inside just yet." His worry is not enough to deny you.
Sebek
His place is by Lord Malleus's side. His hard won, honored place, the only thing he is allowed to desire is his praise. Sebek is aware more than anyone how merciful his lord is, he has so far to go to be worthy of anything other than the role he has been given, even as he screams for more at every given opportunity.
That is why all he is willing to allow himself to do is look. Look, long, and admire. Sebek can stare a hole deep enough to bury himself at your side as he silently praises the moonlight that shrouds his people for how well it suits your form. He knows his words are inelegant, that his prose is crude, that his knowledge of human courtship is-
"Go on." Master Lilia has descended from the ceiling causing someone (not him certainly) to startle. "You want to, don't you? It's a ball, you're a knight. Go on, talk to them."
His feet move before his mind does, bringing him into full view of the moon as he imagines you catching your breath as you turn to see him.
"Sebek! Have you come to look at the sky too?" You speak so freely, foolishly unconcerned with decorum and yet admirably free in yourself. "It's beautiful tonight."
"Why are you mumbling?" He grumbles himself, trying to focus on the soothing, cool light as you shrink into yourself. "I can barely hear you human, usually you have no trouble speaking to me." It's annoying really, considering how loud you can be to insult him by speaking so slowly now.
"The moon." You choke and refuse to elaborate. He fumbles around in his waist coat for a handkerchief and fussily hands it over.
"Humans are so weak." Don't get sick oh please don't get sick. "You should have accounted for this when picking your costume." If anything happens to you I'll get sick myself from worry. "You should be grateful Master Lilia noticed you were alone and sent me over to check on you."
"Thank you Sebek." You manage a normal tone before he makes it clear he intends to wipe your nose himself. He almost wishes you would speak and save him from the tenderness of the moment. But you don't you just let him do as he pleases and allow him to pretend to return to admiring the moon.
And miss the way you continue to admire him.
#twisted wonderland x reader#twst x reader#silver x reader#jack howl x reader#sebek zigvolt x reader#500 followers celebration#i am sorry this took so long and was so short#i am a basket case of emotions#and don't get to hit anything until tomorrow if that is even wise
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