#princess x raspberry

[podaliedja]

Unfinished Cookie Run Art Dump

[cookierunevents]

[beepborpdoodledorp]

I seriously do not understand the hate Princess/Raspberry gets and especially the hate it got around the release of Episodes 11-12. Like out of all the ships to go after you choose to shit on a ship between two characters who are clearly similar in age if not the exact same age and come to like and respect each other a great deal? Why do you people hate lesbians? 

[r3dd1shth1ng]

Do you guys fw cookie yaoi or no

[citrusdevill]

breaking news: i yet again make art for a rarepair yuri ship (and atleast one of them is red)

[creations-of-the-dreamlight]

Rasppepper crk au

Raspberry Cookie is the overworked princess of the Hollyberry kingdom, who is soon to be married off to Madeleine cookie in a deal with the Créme republic. Chili Pepper is a travelling bandit working off her families debt after the passing of her mother and several other bad things. The two meet by luck, then by fate. Together they have to solve their life crisis’ before it’s too late. While they’re at it, they unravel a string of mysteries within the Hollyberry kingdom- including what happened to the real princess (or, as they learn, princesses).

In depth under the cut. I need to warn I wrote this on No sleep and no food snd rereading it there’s a million typos but if I keep fixing it now I won’t sleep yknow how it be

- Princess Cookie never returns home from ‘Vacation,’ leading Raspberry cookie to win the Princess Competition.

- She helps Gingerbrave defeat Pitaya Dragon and returns the kingdom to safety.

- Pitaya is defeated and all is returned to normal. The kingdom hosts a festival to celebrate Raspberry becoming Princess.

- she ends up having a panic attack during the festival. She runs away for a moment to cool down and make sure she is always presentable. She runs into a masked thief with red hair.

- she tries to subdue them at first, but the thief is very suave and sees right through her mask. They help Raspberry through her panic attack, and slowly starts to get closer to her.

- Eventually Raspberry realizes that she has been missing from the event. She goes to leave, but the thief suddenly kisses her. She is so awestruck she doesn’t notice a gem from her new tiara is plucked out.

- The Queen is infuriated with her, but the crowing continues. She never replaces the gem- subconsciously waiting to get the real one back again.

- multiple years pass. She has been doing her best to be the Hollyberry Kingdoms best Queen. She has done everything she was supposed to- she earned back the honor of House Raspberry, she saved the kingdom, and has been keeping it flourishing ever since. All she had to do was keep that up for the rest of her life with no more slip ups.

- she learns one day that her Mother is marrying her off to Madeleine Cookie as part of a deal with The Créme Republic. Although she would never show it, she is absolutely devastated. She was at least still her own person where she was. Once she was married off she would loose so much. And the man she was meant to marry was… subpar (fucking horrible; but she is too polite to say that)

- meanwhile: Chili Pepper and her family live in a rundown house on the outskirts of the old Vanilla kingdom. Her family is slowly falling apart. Her dad’s addictions are getting worse, it caused her eldest brother to run away, her twin siblings are slowly falling in with bad people, her mom dies, and her abusive uncle moves in afterwards to ‘help’, and they are quickly going into debt.

- The only good thing that came from any of this was living with her cousin: Ghost Pepper Cookie. He was just a couple years older than her, but those two years somehow jumpstarted him into the kind of life she wanted to live. Wild, reckless, exhilarating, and rich if she played her cards right.

- together the two start taking on big jobs. The money was split three ways: one cut for both of them, another for home, so hopefully they can drag their family out of debt and fix everything so they can run off and go become the travelling bandits they had promised they would be as kids.

- their next biggest job? Steal the Sword and Shield of Radiant Light before Madeleine Cookie left The Hollyberry Kingdom

- while walking the streets after this news, she gets a glimpse of it. Firey red hair, the smell of spice, and a small glint of a gem she had been waiting years to get back.

- they confront each other. Each has changed, but not in a way the other has imagined. They fight for a good long while; but Chili Pepper has a way with words, and gets Raspberry to break down again. This time though, Chili feels different. She’s used to making relationships as a means to get somewhere. Making relationships with their targets bride-to-be would be a boon. But she just feels wrong about it. The way Raspberry just melts into her once she’s gotten her mask off… all her life people either trusted a false version of her, or feared her true self. Nothing more. Raspberry knows what Chili Pepper is like. But even after all their previous interactions, the princess still trusts her.

- Ghost Pepper is ecstatic to learn they now have a one way ticket to their target through Raspberry. But he knows his cousin. Chili doesn’t talk about people with those eyes and that smile without it meaning something. He helps Chili figure it out. She isn’t going to use Raspberry this time- she’s sure of it- but she has yet to inform the noble of her job.

- Chili and Raspberry start to meet up more. The Madeleine are staying in The Hollyberry kingdom for about 4 months. Once the wedding is over Raspberry is getting shipped off to the Créme Republic to live the rest of her life as a trophy piece.

- Chili takes Raspberry to do all the things she never got to do before hand. She makes a disguise: Pepperjam Cookie. Chili and Her commit pety heist, travel around the kingdom, god to bars and parties- live life together.

- Raspberry realizes that outside of defeating Pitaya with Gingerbrave- she’s never really done anything. Don’t get her wrong she has a million and one accomplishments to flaunt. But it’s not like this, like how Chili lives. Once the four months are over, that’s it. She’ll never do anything ever again.

- when she learns that Chili is there to take her Husbands prized possession, she sees an opportunity. She knows part of why the deal is happening is because House Madeleine is falling into trouble. If their Golden Boy looses all that makes him shine, what’s left for them? Even marrying the Hollyberry Princess wouldn’t be enough to dig him out of that hole.

- she starts to help Chili and Ghost Pepper.

- everything comes to a head in the last few weeks. Raspberry and Madeleine discover something that changes everything: The real Hollyberry Princess, and the Queens ‘long lost’ daughter.

- Madeleine has become a Hero of the Hollyberry kingdom. And because of that, there’s even more pressure for the two to elope.

- of course, Raspberry can’t have an issue without Chili Pepper also getting an issue. They learn their father and uncle gambled away the house due to their debt, but then plunged themselves into even more during a bender. Their family is now on the run being hunted by debt collectors, and it’s up to Chili and Ghost Pepper (and maybe Chilis older brother?) to 1. get the debt collectors off their back and 2. find a home for their siblings before its too late

- with such a short amount of time left, there isn’t much the three can do to change the outcome of this situation.

- Raspberry and her brother have been distant for quite some time- and all the recent events has only made that gap larger. Raspberry Mouse was supposed to be Pride and joy. However he never quite made the mark for anything he wanted to do. Raspberry always outshine everything Mouse did. But with Raspberry being betroved, Mouse would take up the throne of the Hollyberry kingdom. As the wedding gets nearer he realizes that there isn’t much chance for him to be with his sister again. He has his grudges, but regret is much harder to hold than hate. They start to bond again. Despite the dark situation, Raspberry gets hope in this new relationship with her brother.

- they decide to take a tour of the castle. One last time before Raspberry would take her last steps and Princess and the title would become his. They end up snooping around a bit, and discover something wild about their new Hollyberrian family.

- The Queen and her scandal with Pitaya dragon had never been uncovered, but they had hard evidence she was the one who led Pitaya dragon into the kingdom. Not only that- they had evidence she purposely barred the true princes from returning, and that her ‘long lost’ daughter wasn’t a tragic accident.

[dinosizedmintz]

i can't envision the animatic in my head sadly, but rasprose with I Hear a Symphony by Cody Fry

[horroraceman93]

Here's a little Strawberry Shortcake: Berry in the Big City fanart for my Halloween Countdown. The ship is Strawberry Shortcake with Raspberry Tart dressed as Princess Ariel and Prince Eric from Disney's The Little Mermaid. Don't they look adorable?

Well Happy Halloween 2024!!!

[mewizard]

is normal baout them

[nyanbinary-81]

starkiller by bear ghost is such a rougaze song to me. both of them are so Like That. yknow.

[meowizard]

would. anyone be up for

[sheerfreesia007]

Slick and Wet

Pairing: Seungmin x Reader

Word count: 2,156

Content warnings: Nudity, fluff

Summary: Seungmin has started to realize that he wants more from you than just friendship but what happens when a meddling Minho steps in to help the two of you realize you should be dating already?

A/N: Divider was created by @thecutestgrotto, thank you for sharing your dividers with tumblr!

Gongjunim: Princess, Pabos: Fools

Seungmin races up the stairs of the apartment complex on his way up to his apartment that he shares with Minho, Felix and Jeongin. Minho and Felix had decided to take the elevator since they were too tired after practice and Jeongin had gone out to lunch with Chan and the others so he wouldn’t be back until later. Seungmin rounded the corner on the stairs and took the last two steps at a time as he tried to race Minho and Felix into the apartment so that he could be the first one in the shower.

You were coming over for lunch and he was so excited to see you again, it had been a few days since he had last seen you and he missed you. Though if anyone asked he’d deny that fact until he was blue in the face. You had been best friends with him for years and when he had introduced you to the group of boys you had easily melded with all of them. Almost too easily, he thought sometimes when the others would steal your attention from him whenever you hung out. But he always loved being around you and now was no different, which is why he wanted to get into the shower first before the other two.

He wanted to make sure that he looked good for you even if it was just a hang out. Seungmin had started to realize that his friendship with you wasn’t enough for him; he wanted more with you, he found himself putting in more effort into his appearance whenever he knew he’d be seeing you in the hopes that you’d compliment him. And while he hadn’t really figured out exactly what it was that he wanted with you yet he was eager to spend time with you in any capacity he could.

Just as he ran up to the apartment door and was hurriedly putting in the code for the door he heard the elevator ding behind him and then Minho’s loud voice rang out in the hallway.

“Run Puppy run! Your girlfriend is on her way!” Minho called out and as Seungmin was able to get the door open he looked over his shoulder and stuck his tongue out at his older friends causing Felix to burst out into laughter as Minho glared at him. Seungmin didn’t wait for either of them as he rushed into the apartment and began shedding his shoes before hurriedly walking to his bedroom and grabbing his clothes before heading to the bathroom. He slams the door quickly just as the other two enter the apartment talking and laughing about his antics. “Make sure you wash everything! You stink! Don’t want your girlfriend to smell you!” Minho calls out and Seungmin huffs at his friend before he starts the shower with a shake of his head.

You knock on the apartment door and wait eagerly for one of the boys to answer it as you juggle the desert containers that you had brought along with you filled with your new recipe of fudge raspberry brownies. As soon as Felix had heard about your trying out a new recipe he had demanded you to bring a batch over for lunch today. You had made sure to pack an extra container for the other boys’ dorm so that they’d have some to eat as well.

“Gongjunim!” Felix cries out happily when he opens the door and you beam at him as you hear the sweet nickname they had all given you. “Come in, come in. Minho’s in the kitchen already cooking.” he tells you as he takes one of the containers from your hands so that you’re not juggling all of them.

“Thanks Lix. Where’s the puppy?” you ask him as you both walk into the kitchen after you slipped into your bright purple slippers that Seungmin had gotten you as a joke years ago.

“Your boyfriend is in the shower making sure he doesn't stink for you.” Minho answers as he smirks at you over his shoulder. You set the brownie container down on the counter before nudging Minho’s hip with your own as you pass him.

“He’s not my boyfriend.” you scold him gently and he smirks knowingly at you for a moment before answering.

“Not yet at least.” he says nonchalantly and you look at him shrewdly trying to see if he knew something you didn’t. You had been harboring a crush on Seungmin for years but since the man hadn’t given you any clear sign that he was also interested in you like that you had kept your crush to yourself not wanting to upset the friendship. You take a spot further down the counter and begin talking to Felix about a couple of new recipes that you had found that you wanted to try out, the two of you quickly starting to make plans on when to meet up to bake together to test them out. You don’t notice Minho suddenly lifting his head with wide eyes and a soft gasp escaping him as you peer into their fridge for water. Minho quietly tells Felix something and he hurriedly leaves the kitchen with a wide mischievous grin on his face before you’re pulling yourself out of the fridge. 

“Where’d Felix go?” you ask curiously when you straighten and lean back against the counter.

“Oh he heard his cell phone ringing in his bedroom. He’ll be right back.” Minho said dismissively before turning to you with his wooden spoon held out over his open palm. “Come taste this please?” he asks you and you nod your head before stepping forward to taste the meal he’s cooking.

“Mmmmm Minho, that’s so good.” you tell him as you let your eyes close softly as the taste of his food bursts onto your tongue.

“Thanks Gongjunim.” he says proudly with a pleased smile on his face before he turns back to the stove as Felix enters the kitchen and heads back to the mixing bowl that he had abandoned earlier.

“Was the phone call anything important?” you ask Felix and he shakes his head quickly as his eyes dart over to Minho who’s smirking down into the pot on the stove.

“Nope, it was just Chan letting me know he’ll drop Innie off after lunch.” he tells you and you nod your head at his words. Just then the three of you hear the water in the bathroom shut off and you huff softly as Felix and Minho grin widely.

“Took him long enough didn’t it?” you gripe out and Minho huffs out a soft laugh while Felix giggles at your teasing of Seungmin.

“He’s gotta make sure he’s clean for you.” Minho teases and you roll your eyes at the man.

“Stop.” you scold him softly.

“Hyungs! Can you bring me a towel! There’s none in here!” calls out Seungmin and Felix looks over to the hallway before looking back at you.

“Gongjunim, can you go grab Seungminnie a towel? Minho’s cooking and I’m mixing the brownies I want to bake.” he said and you nod your head without a thought as you walk out of the kitchen down the hallway towards the bathroom stopping at the closet in the hallway.

“This is ridiculous, I could’ve sworn there were towels in here before.” Seungmin says softly to himself as he stands in the shower letting the water run off his body. He wonders if you’ve arrived already and if you’re waiting for him in the living room. He grows antsy waiting for Minho or Felix to come bring him a towel, he wants to spend as much time as he can with you and they’re moving too slow for his tastes.

Just then there is a knock on the door and Seungmin rushes to the door, whipping it open eagerly to take the towel. “Took you long enough!” he huffs at who he thought was going to be Felix or Minho. But as he stands there with the door open and his naked wet body exposed he realizes that you’re standing in front of him taking in his body with a surprised look on your face as your eyes dilate and he yelps surprised before grabbing the towel from your outstretched hand and slamming the door in your face.

Seungmin stands there in shock before panic begins to consume him and he’s instantly worried that this might mess up everything. Especially if he wants to further his relationship with you. He quickly dries himself off and gets changed hoping silently that it won’t be too awkward for the two of you.

When he opens the bathroom door he’s expecting you to have retreated to the kitchen with Minho and Felix but he’s surprised to find you pacing the hallway right outside the bathroom softly talking to yourself.

“Nice going, scaring the poor man by just staring at him like some peeping tom.” you scold yourself and Seungmin chuckles softly at your words which causes you to whip your head towards him with your eyes widened. “I’m so sorry Seung! I swear I didn’t mean to stare.” you began apologizing quickly. He watched as you took a step towards him wanting to comfort him for your mistake but you thought better of being close to him and stopped yourself, which made Seungmin’s heart lurch painfully in his chest. “I really didn’t mean it! Felix and Minho were busy cooking and baking and they asked me to bring you a towel and I didn’t even think anything of it.” you began to ramble as you continued to pace in the hallway. Your words caught Seungmin’s attention and he tilted his head to the side at you as his eyes tracked each of your movements.

“Minho asked you to bring me a towel?” he asked softly and you nodded your head.

“Well Felix did, but they were both busy and you needed a towel. And I just brought one to you.” you continued to ramble on and Seungmin realized what had happened. He knew he had felt the room go slightly cool during his shower but hadn’t really thought much of it but he figured that had been Felix sneaking into the bathroom to steal all of the towels out of the room while he showered. And his two friends had asked you to bring him a towel since they were both so busy to help him.

“Gongjunim, it’s okay. Really.” he spoke up as he saw you making another turn in your pacing. He could tell that you were starting to really panic about seeing him naked and he didn’t want you to panic at all. He tries to catch your attention again but you’re so far buried in your head that you don’t hear him, boldly he reaches out for you and cups your face forcing you to look into his eyes. “I promise you it’s okay.” he says firmly but you’re shaking your head and begining to ramble once again so Seungmin does the only thing he can think of to quiet you.

Leaning forward he presses his lips against yours and you gasp softly against his mouth before going quiet. He sighs happily and softly as your rambling has stopped before he pulls away from your sweet mouth. He begins to open his mouth to reiterate that it’s okay and everything is fine but you surprise him by grabbing him by the shirt and pulling him into another kiss that has him melting against you and crowding you against the hallway wall as his lips move against yours hungrily.

The two of you get lost in your kissing and forget where you are until you hear a loud giggle from the end of the hall and then a very loud disgruntled voice fills the space.

“Told you my plan would work and get these two pabos together.” Minho said to Felix with a dramatic eye roll as a knowing smirk slips onto his face. You both pull away from each other and Seungmin protectively steps in front of you shielding you from their eyes. “C’mon lunch is almost ready. Come set the table if you two can keep your lips off each other long enough.” Minho says haughtily which causes you to giggle softly behind Seungmin who smirks back at you.

“I can’t wait to tell Innie. He’ll be so upset that he missed this.” Felix said happily before both him and Minho walked back towards the kitchen together.

“Want to make their lives miserable now?” Seungmin asked mischievously as he turned back to you and you chuckled at him before shaking your head.

“I’d rather just kiss you again.” you told him honestly and he grinned happily at you as you dragged him back up against you which he gladly moved to lay flush against you before pecking your lips softly.

SKZ Taglist: @kayleefriedchicken, @babigriin, @inlovewithstraykids, @channiesrightasscheek, @kaiyaba

[magix-winx-club]

Fun Little Nicknames

Daryl x reader

Summary: Daryl overhears you telling Judy a bedtime story and can't help but give you a nickname afterward, set in prison era

TW: just silly stuff

Okay but can you imagine Daryl calling you dumb variation of something he had overheard as nicknames for you. Okay let me explain:

You were babysitting Judy and it was time for a bedtime story. When you were little you loved listening, hearing, or reading stories before bed. So you really wanted Judy to experience this. You were sitting in the common room area, Judy in her baby carrier while you were folding some laundry. You glanced up once in a while to the little girl, finding her following you with her eyes, waving her little duck around Maggie and Glenn got for her. You made funny voice, facial expression and in general were very animated as you retold the story of Barbie in the Nutcracker. Sadly, you never had time or  money to see the ballett so this was the only version of the story you knew by heart. Sometimes you would sing a couple of verses from the songs, or dance around pretending to be a ballerina. Over the months on the road any hesitation or shame had left your mind. There were far more embarrassing things the grop had seen you do. Even when Daryl, who was sitting on the other side of the common room on a run down couch, fiddling with his crossbow, would snort at your antics or shake his head. You would just shoot him a look and an arched eyebrow, daring him to say something. But he knew better than to challenge your love for bedtime stories. 

Once you got to the end you revealed that Barbie was the sugar plum princess all along. You were so excited about it and Judy laughed when you picked her up, humming a song and slowly twirling around with her in your arms. 

“Ain’t you supposed to make her sleepy, not rile the lil asskicker up?” He drawled. You stopped your spinning, holding Judy close to your chest. She was still wiggling in your arms, waiting for you to start twirling her again. “Yeah, but Daryl! Barbie is the sugar plum princess.” You stared at him, making your eyes as wide as you could, so utterly serious as you said the ridiculous name. He just rolled his eyes, before getting up and picking Judy out of your arms, “All nonsense ain’t it.” He blew a raspberry on Judith's belly, making the little girl shriek. “Wha’ even is a Sugar Plum Princess,” it sounded hilarious coming from his smoke damaged voice. You wanted to laugh but instead you put your hands on your hip, looking at him exasperated. “Haven’t you been listening, Daryl?” 

This is how the nicknames started. “Alr’iht, sugar plum princess. Don’t need ya'all up in knots abou’ it.” He said handing Judith back to you. From that day on he would call you all kinds of variations of the name, “pumpkin pie elf”, “grape jelly gobblin”, "mac'n'cheese mermaid.” It was absolutely ridiculous the things he came up with. Yet, you could not help but look forward to what he would say next. It was a fun game trying to figure out what food item and fantasy creature he would mix together. 

You would always try and hide your laughter but Daryl could see the twinkle in your eyes, and the disappointed head shake lacked the same bite it had when you gave it to Carl. Even so, the game was fun, coming up with different names, scratching his brain for any of the fantasy stuff he knew. Normally, he would drive back in silence after a run just pondering over a new name. Glenn had complained to him that he never chatted in the car anymore. Today he had called you peach pie Gollum, which you could not help and burst out laughing. “That’s fair,” you held the peach can he had found close to your chest. Shaking your head you walked away from the car with the scavenged stuff. Daryl stared after you with a small grin on his face as well. “Man, you are so fucked,” Glenn commented, patting him on his shoulder.

Masterlist

[godslino]

2:45a.m. | minho established relationship. fluff. dad!minho.

pairing: minho x fem!reader word count: 2.5k summary: when a storm hits, minho makes sure your daughter is able to fall back asleep

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You’re not sure what wakes you first: the crack of thunder or the resulting cry.

Your entire body jolts, the room painted in a flash of white that disappears just as quickly as it came. The weather report had stated that there would be a storm, however ones this bad were uncommon, especially in Seoul.

Another cry. It crackles through the baby monitor on the nightstand at the same time it echoes off of the walls of the other room. You move to kick the covers off when an arm stops you, warm and heavy where it’s thrown over your waist. You instantly relax into the touch, sighing when the tip of a nose brushes against the shell of your ear.

“I got her,” Minho mumbles, his voice raspy with sleep.

“It’s okay. You have an early morning, I can do it.” You argue, but make no move to get up.

Minho doesn’t respond, instead he knocks a kiss to your temple and tightens the blanket around you once he’s out of bed. You hear the soft pads of his feet against the floor and crack one eye open just in time to see him slip out of the room, his voice floating into the hallway, ‘Uh oh, what happened to the princess?’

The way the crying stops almost immediately is proof enough that it was a good thing Minho went in place of you. Seola is a fussy baby; she cries loud and wants incessantly—more than the usual ten month old. She can’t go anywhere without her elephant binky and hates wearing hats, if she doesn’t like a food she’ll snap her lips shut and turn her head until her face is pressed into the back of the high chair, when she’s angry she shakes a tiny fist in your direction and pounds it against your arm. But perhaps the most difficult thing, the one that has you wanting to pull your hair out most of the time, is that sometimes the only way to calm her down is if Minho is the one to do it.

A part of you always knew that your baby would favor Minho, as funny as it sounds. When you first got pregnant, one of the things the two of you were most excited for was being able to feel the baby kicking. Minho sang to your belly every night after you first broke the news, even as you laughed and told him that he or she didn’t have ears yet.

“So?” he questioned, glaring at you from where he had his head pressed against the bare skin of your stomach.

“You also know you don’t have to lift my shirt up, right?”

“Yeah? Well then I can’t do this,” he’d said before blowing a raspberry straight onto your belly button. His laughter then quickly turned into a string of apologies as he came to the realization that the sound might have been too loud, his hand rubbing soothing circles along the lower part of your stomach while you watched with fond eyes.

Minho never missed a night. He made sure that he was always home before you went to bed when he could be, oftentimes fighting with his manager to be let out early or skip practice entirely, promising to show up early the next day and put in the work on his own time. On the nights where he couldn’t make it or the two of you were separated by distance that made him want to give it all up, he called and made you press the speaker into your gradually hardening baby bump.

You and Minho found out that you were having a girl on the day of the first snow. The two of you watched with tear-filled eyes as the ultrasound technician pointed to the monitor in excitement, her smile detectable even beneath the mask she had covering her face.

“Congratulations! It’s a girl!”

Minho called his mom first. Her shouts of joy were so loud that he had to hold the phone away from his ear, his smile the brightest that you’d ever seen. Pride. He was so proud of his little family that he thought his heart might burst.

You called your parents next, and Minho held the phone up so that the two of you could give them the news through the camera, his free hand squeezing yours tightly as you cried and told them that you couldn’t wait for them to come visit once the baby came.

The members were last, all seven of them piled on top of one another on the couch in the practice room, Hyunjin and Changbin fighting over the fact that ‘I can’t see, asshole!’ and ‘You’re tall enough just stand in the back!’

Finding out the gender of the baby made everything more real. Bows and dresses and frilly socks—every time Minho came back to the apartment he had a shopping bag hanging from his arm. He spent most of the time on his phone looking at baby things and stuff that was completely unnecessary.

“What about this?” he asked, pointing his phone down to where your head was resting in his lap.

“Minho,” you scolded, glancing up at him with furrowed eyebrows, “I am not buying a booger straw for the baby.”

“It’s not a booger straw—”

“That is one hundred percent a booger straw. You literally have to suck the boogers out of their nose. Can’t we just buy a nasal suction like normal people?”

“What if it’s not efficient enough? I hate when my nose is stuffy, what more our baby? She won’t even be able to communicate with us, I feel so bad for her.”

“Oh God,” you groaned, dramatically throwing an arm over your face as Minho continued to explain in thorough detail why a booger straw was a necessity in that very moment, even though your due date was still months away.

As time passed and your stomach grew, so did the nerves Minho had about not being present enough. With the nature of his career, it was hard for him to not feel like he wasn’t excessively absent most of the time. Stress took a toll on him, mentally and physically. It wore him thin until the circles under his eyes were the worst you’d ever seen and his mornings couldn’t start without a mandatory dosage of ibuprofen to dull the headache he had the minute he woke up.

Minho was doubtful. He had dreams that his daughter wouldn’t know who he was and that his moments with her would be spent through a phone call rather than with his arms wrapped around her tiny body. He felt like he had already failed a million times without ever even having the chance to prove himself.

On the night the baby kicked for the first time, Minho came home late.

Pregnancy fatigue had taken its toll on you that day. You’d remained in bed, too nauseated to move and aching throughout the entire expanse of your back. Minho worried the moment he woke up, but you’d urged him that you were okay and sent him on his way to the company, practically begging him to leave rather than to deal with another earful from his manager about absences. Luckily for you, his mom was able to come over, and you let her dote on you as well as cook and clean as much as she pleased.

You’d fallen asleep early, your stomach full of homemade food and blankets freshly washed, leaving Minho in a frazzled state because you hadn’t picked up his calls for his nightly belly-singing session. To top it all off, dance practice ran late because of a last minute formation change that needed to be perfected before the next day’s performance.

When he finally made it home, Minho booked it to the bedroom, dropping to his knees next to the bed to place his hands on your stomach as you slept peacefully on your side, your head tucked into the crook of your elbow.

Sometimes, unbeknownst to you, Minho would wake in the middle of the night and talk to your stomach, talk to the baby. It was a little self-indulgent, some alone time for him to speak all of his worries, fears, hopes, and dreams out into the world. That night, it was just them again. Just Minho and the baby.

“I’m home,” he’d said quietly, rubbing soft circles into the material of your shirt, “Daddy’s sorry he’s late. It’s snowing outside, so I couldn't drive too fast.” He waited a few seconds before starting to sing, his voice soft, quiet enough that he wouldn’t wake you up:

펄, 펄, 눈이 옵니다

peol, peol, the snow is falling

하늘에서 눈이 옵니다

the snow is falling from the sky

하늘 나라 선녀님들이

the heavenly seonyeos

송이 송이 하얀 솜을

the white cotton

자꾸 자꾸 뿌려 줍니다

it keeps sprinkling

Minho had moved forward once he was done, resting his cheek against your stomach as gently as possible. He let his eyes focus on the snow falling outside the window, the city covered in a thin blanket of white.

“You’re gonna need a name soon, huh?” he asked, lightly drumming his fingers against your belly. “We found out you were a girl on the first snow, did you know that? My little snow girl. My—wait. Seola means snow girl. That’s pretty, right? Do you like that?”

Minho, not expecting a response, nearly screamed when he felt the softest of thumps against the skin of your stomach, just beneath the palm of his hand.

“What—” Kick.

“B-Babe.” He said, louder this time, sitting up straight to stare at your stomach with wide eyes. You stirred awake, shifting slightly to crack an eye open.

“Minho? You’re home? What are you—”

“Has she been kicking?”

You shook your head, pushing yourself up to rest your back against the headboard. “No, of course not, I would’ve told you if she did. Why? Did something—” You were cut off by the strongest kick yet, your hand flying to your stomach.

“Seola.” Minho had said again, his voice cracking halfway through when another kick came before he could even finish speaking.

From that moment on, Minho knew in his heart that your daughter’s name was always meant to be Seola. He’d talk endlessly about how he would always treat the first snow of the year like a second birthday, and he’d always make it a point to say her name whenever he was talking or singing to your belly.

Much like now, with his back turned to you, Minho’s voice is still as gentle as ever.

“Sometimes when the air is angry it makes electricity,” he says, swaying back and forth as Seola rests her cheek against his shoulder. Her eyes are droopy, heavy with sleep as Minho talks to soothe her back to bed. “And then the lightning makes the air really really hot, and it goes boom.” He pats her back a few times, shushing her when she brings a fist up to her face to rub it angrily. He hums a soft melody, something nonsensical, quiet enough to lull her to sleep but also loud enough to overpower the sound of heavy rain hitting the window.

You watch as he lays her back in her crib, black hair fanned out around her head as he places a warm hand on her stomach to keep some added weight on her body until he’s certain she’s sleeping deeply.

“Oh look,” you say from the doorway, making him jump, “You bored her back to sleep.”

Minho laughs, light and airy, walking over to wrap his arms around you and rest his cheek against your head.

“Jealous that she likes my voice more?”

Minho’s voice, still deep with sleep, rumbles beneath his chest, right where you have your face pressed into it. You take a deep breath, inhaling him as best as you can, his cologne mixing with the smell of baby powder and Seola’s soap.

“No, I just wish you would come back to bed now and bore me to sleep too.”

A hand runs up and down your back, Minho’s adam's apple bobs when he swallows too hard. “I wouldn’t have to if you stayed there like I told you to.”

“I just wanted to check on you,” you sigh, “Also it’s nice to see the two of you together. I don’t get to see it a lot, y’know?”

Minho stills on his feet, and you pull back in time to catch the ghost of a frown on his face.

“Sorry,” he says quietly, “I know. I’m—fuck, I have to be gone tomorrow too.” He runs a hand through his hair, and you can practically see the guilt worming its way into his head.

Determined to stop the inevitable self-loathing, you bring your hands up to cup his face, your thumbs running gently along the corners of his mouth. He melts into the touch immediately, closing his eyes and exhaling out of his nose.

“That’s not what I meant. I just like to cherish the time we have when all three of us are together, that’s all. This isn’t a ‘you versus me’ thing, okay? This is me and you making do with what we have.”

“Yeah,” he nods, “Yeah I know. Me and you.”

“Always.” You smile, leaning up to press your lips together.

With the thunder no longer rumbling overhead and the rain lighter than it had been earlier, you and Minho deem it safe enough to retreat into your bedroom without running the risk of Seola being woken up again.

“Do you want me to explain the force of gravity?” He whispers, playful but weak where his fatigue is starting to seep into his bones.

You laugh and tuck your face into his neck, his arms tightening around you on instinct. When you don’t answer, he knows that he doesn’t have to speak for you to drift off to sleep; knows that no matter what you’ll always be at home tucked into his side, and eventually lets sleep overtake him too.

When morning hits the sky is cloudy and the room is painted in a pale gray. The spot next to you is cold, sheets still tousled from sleep where Minho had been. You frown, glancing at the baby monitor on the nightstand that’s oddly quiet. It’s not normal for you to wake without the sounds of Seola beating your internal clock to it.

Your confusion only grows when you step into the hallway, the sounds of light snoring drifting out from the nursery. When you breach the doorway, you stop short, your heart doubling in size at the sight before you.

Minho is there, slumped against the side of the crib, his head leaning on one of the slats of wood and his arm shoved through the gap, Seola’s hand wrapped tightly around his finger. He must’ve gotten worried at some point in the night, scared that the rain would wake her again.

You inch forward to kneel beside him, running a hand through his hair and smiling when the touch makes his nose twitch. Seola’s own does the same when she sleeps, a little mole on the tip of her right nostril, just like her dad has on his left nostril. A direct reflection of one another; of love in its purest form.

On the floor beside him, Minho’s phone lays open:

To: Chan [2:45a.m.]

I won’t be in later

Find a way to manage without me

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[getouyuri]

r/Marriage: am i (24m) overly obsessed with my wife (24f)? — a satoru gojo fic preview

౨ৎ pairing — oyabun!gojo x secretary!reader

summary — work and no play makes the fearsome oyabun of the gojo-gumi a tremendously dull boy. since you're a saint, you come into his office with no panties and a mission; to let your puppy play.

౨ৎ content & warnings — mdni 18+, mlw, fem! reader, normal modern au, yakuza au, humor, smut, pet names (baby, sweets, sugar, princess, pretty, wifey, hubby), gojo and reader are married, whipped gojo, gojo is actually insane, dark themes, violence, mentions of murder

author's note — this is just a preview of a fic i’m releasing tomorrow :3 if you want to be tagged for the full thing feel free to reply!!

A soft knock at his door pulls him out of his reverie. “I’m busyyy, Kento, Ijichi!” he calls just in case they’re here to hound him, fingers adorned in rings absently adjusting his tie.

It opens to reveal Kento’s unimpressed stare. He glances over Satoru’s unorganized desk, important documents scattered all over and clearly not finished. ‘Organized chaos’ he calls it. You tell him that it’s just shit on a platter. “… cat’s outta the bag, I guess,” Satoru says glumly, his pout unbefitting of an oyabun further deepening.

Apparently, by the little entourage that Kento has with him, his second-in-command isn’t here to scold him, though. Because you, his gorgeous wife, enters his office next with Ijichi shuffling in behind you, who closes the door behind the group of three.

Satoru perks up like a meerkat and leans forward, fingers dropping away from his tie to instead interlace as he regards everyone, you in particular harboring most of his attention, with a cheery grin that’s at odds with his reputation. Though he’s the epitome of lax playfulness, there’s a questioning sharpness to his gaze as he looks them all over. You have a folder tucked beneath one arm and you look bored.

"Well, well, well, look who it is," Satoru drawls, his tone as smooth as silk. "My three favorite people alllll in one room. It’s a little too early to be throwing me a surprise birthday party, isn’t it? My birthday isn’t for another few months,” he jests.

Ijichi not so subtly checks the date on his phone even though he knows damn well it’s April, not December. On the other hand, Kento’s eyes flatten slightly. One of his hands goes to his hip while the other massages at the bridge of his nose as if he’s already getting a headache; as he usually does in the oyabun’s presence. “Now isn’t the time for jokes, Satoru,” Kento inserts, dour as ever.

Your poker face twitches.

A blown raspberry echoes in his office. “You always say that, Kentooo! Would it kill you to pull that stick out of your ass and smell the roses? Experience joy and whimsy?” Satoru dramatically intones. His hand splays across his chest. “You wound me.”

Kento doesn’t even bother to entertain him. Back straight and thumb practically digging into his skin, he rattles off his report; the Gojo-gumi were able to intercept Ryomen’s ploy to undercut the Gojo-gumi’s control over the heroin trade. When he finishes, he promptly turns and makes like Scooby Doo, not wanting to be there a second longer. Ijichi hurriedly scurries at his heels.

The door clicks shut behind them and he puffs out a breath of relief at his wakagashira’s and saiko-kommon’s departure, sitting back in his chair with a gentle creak of the leather beneath him. Satoru kicks his leg up over the other, the side of his calf resting on his knee, and looks you up and down. “And then there were two. Fancy seeing you here, wifey,” he drawls.

“You say that as if we don’t work in the same building,” you snort. Thwacking the folder against the wooden surface before scattering it among the pile, you then round Satoru’s desk and plant yourself in front of him. He inhales unsubtly, catching a whiff of your perfume that makes him go a little cuckoo for Cocoa Puffs, and your lips twitch as you take your throne on the lip of his desk. “Normally I’d only be here to scold you and make you do your work, hubby.”

Everyone here at headquarters is required to follow a certain dress code. Satoru outshines them all, of course, fitted in finely tailored slacks and dress shirts with either a crisp light blue waistcoat thrown atop it or an ironed suit jacket. And as one of the many secretaries flitting around the building keeping the well-oiled Gojo-gumi machine chugging, it’s important for you to look just as professional. Especially since you’re his wife.

Which is why you look like an infuriatingly sexy librarian, decked out in a tight black pencil skirt that hugs your hips, a blouse with the top two buttons undone and the collar pressed open to flaunt the designer necklace he bought you swinging from your neck, sheer black nylon thigh-highs that he’d kill to feel around his head, and stilettos, cute little charms on the buckles giving your outfit a whisper bit of cheer.

(The thought of you making yourself look extra pretty today just for him has Satoru internally busting on the spot, his blood simmering beneath the fine layer of his skin.)

‘The oyabun’s wife’, his men always dreamily sigh when you walk past them— only to whip around and stare at the wall when he slinks by not even a step behind you, his blue eyes cold and caustic when he glares at them in warning. Gorgeous, breath-taking, a prized jewel— and you’re all his.

“I’m sensing a ‘but’ in my near future,” Satoru muses aloud, raising his eyebrows at you in question.

“No. Just a ‘however’.” Instead of being two dumb bitches telling each other ‘exactlyyy’, they’re two smartasses fashioned in the same factory, complete with warnings labels.

“Yeesh. Can I ever be right with you?” He plasters his hand over his heart yet again and gives you a simpering moue.

You roll your eyes, a wordless ‘duh’. Satoru's lips slant upwards into a Cheshire cat smile as you reach forward and loop his tie around your fingers before giving it a tug, coaxing his chair to roll forward on the sleek hardwood floor. He uncrosses his legs and allows himself to be pulled up and out of it, heeled like a dog, stepping forward to stand between your legs after lightly kicking his chair away with a soft clatter.

Looking down at you through long white lashes that flutter like the first snowfall of winter, his gaze is a mix of playfulness and appreciation in its rawest form. Satoru has to admit, this view is far more pleasant than any spreadsheet that he was pretending to give his attention to before you strode in.

Your perch on his desk gives you an air of sophisticated dominance that makes his cock give a very interested twitch in his trousers that he can’t help. Sue him for being horrendously attracted to his wife.

Though he towers over you by a mere head due to the slight height advantage that his desk gives you, there’s no doubt that he yields completely and utterly to you. His brain conjures up an image of Nike, the Greek goddess of victory. Glorious and championing above the rest of them; victorious.

Woof, he thinks unintelligently.

“However,” you finally continue, beginning to smile. You keep a hold on his tie and tap his nose with the pointer of your free hand, which he wrinkles at you. “I’ve decided that I’ll spare you the lecture for today.”

Satoru's hands come up to rest on your knees, thumbs rubbing slow circles on the sleek nylon covering them. Your inviting warmth bleeds through the thin fabric. He so badly wants to get on the floor, brush them down, and sink his teeth into your plush skin until your skin pinkens. He settles for giving you a gentle squeeze.

“I thank you, oh great and benevolent goddess of the yakuza underworld,” he proclaims, delighting in the fondly exasperated groan that rumbles low in your throat. “I gotta say, I'm grateful for the reprieve, sweets. Though I suspect your mercy is short-lived," he adds with a chuckle. “So give it up already. Spill.”

Fucking hell. There goes a tiny fraction of the element of surprise that you thought you were holding over him like an anvil in a cartoon.

You silently curse his eerie perceptiveness. And his newfound x-ray vision, apparently, since he leans back a fraction to take you in again, his focus lingering on your skirt. But hey, the ball’s still very much in your court, and you’re playing to win.

Not letting it faze you, you heft your legs up, his hands shifting with you, and drape them around Satoru’s waist. His desk creaks beneath you at the distribution of weight. “Yeah, yeah. What I mean to say is that your husbandly duties are calling to you, not your obligations as oyabun.”

Satoru’s blue eyes search yours and he tilts his head, adorably puppy-like in a manner that suggests he’s more innocent than his ruthless reputation paints him to be. Though he’s the epitome of laxness, there’s a questioning sharpness to his expectancy that’d make lesser men quiver and confess to their every sin.

You stare right back at him. “I don’t have any panties on,” you explain simply.

If Satoru was aroused before, he’s now hornier than a pent-up nun. He hardens so fast that it makes him dizzy. “So you’re on that type of timing, got it,” he notes through his suddenly dry mouth as if his brain chemistry isn’t actively warping with this new information.

He wets his lips. His attention darts to the door. “Ijichi locked it,” you confirm before he can ask his question.

Good. Now he can focus on what matters: no panties. No panties. No panties. Fuck.

"Well, as your husband, it's my duty to attend to your every need and desire. And right now, it seems one of those needs is to have me buried deep inside your pretty kitty,” he coos, voice dripping something sinful. “But wowww, I never thought I’d see my stern ‘business over pleasure’ sweet pie pulling this kind of stunt. Seducing me so shamelessly in my own office, where anyone could walk in and catch us in a compromising position... for shame! What would people say if they knew you were on a mission to tempt your poor innocent husband into sin?”

You sigh, long-suffering.

Suddenly curious to see if you’re hiding another surprise elsewhere, one hand leaves your knee and drifts up to the undone buttons of your blouse, popping another one open to expose more of your soft skin. Satoru bites his lip as his eyes snag on the lace of your bra. A shame that you’re not bra-less, but he’s fine with seeing you wear half of the set he commissioned for you from a designer in France that you like. He’s more than okay with this, actually.

You make no move to scold him or cover yourself up— you just amusedly stay fixed on him, your eyes gaining that telltale gleam when you’ve got him all tied up in knots. He’s walked into a honeytrap, hasn’t he?

Despite the clear desire emanating from him, there's a tenderness to his touch, a reverence for your body as the hand on your knee skirts up. He slides it higher up your thigh until the hem of your thigh-high gives way to skin, disappearing beneath your tight skirt to ascertain your bold claim. When Satoru’s knuckles graze your bare folds, which are slowly slickening, he whines as if he’s the one being touched. “Fuck, princess... you're actually not wearing anything at all, huh?” He groans softly, half surprised and half not that you were telling the truth.

“Duh,” you exhale. “I didn’t think I’d have to spell it out for you, though. Did you not see the—“

“The little treat that the panty fairy snuck into my pocket?” Now understanding, Satoru’s grin grows. Reverent… and, well, very perverted. “Sure did. I sniffed them, too.”

Your face contorts as if you don’t know what part to address first before you give up.

“But sometimes thiiis guy.” His eyes pointedly roll upwards in the direction of his forehead, then down at the obvious bulge in his pants. “Likes to take the backseat and let this big guy do all of the thinking. Can you blame me for being a little off my game today?”

“I can, actually. Do better. Even Yuuji gets more work done than you do,” you reply plainly.

Which says a lot. Yuuji’s one of the other secretaries here, though giving him that title feels… a little generous. You and Satoru see him regularly since Choso feels more comfortable going out and doing his job when Yuuji’s safe at headquarters. The teenager comes scampering into the building every day after school and Satoru pays him to do the class work that his teachers send him off with, play on his Nintendo Switch, and sometimes organize the racks of boxed files or make phone calls.

“Heyyy!”

Your cool breaks and you laugh. “You’re just easy to get to. That’s okay, though. It makes things more fun for me,” you tease in a slight singsongy lilt. You turn your head to worry his earlobe between your teeth, nipping then sucking for good measure before releasing it with an audible pop.

Breathing starting to pick up, he drops his face into the crook of your neck and drowns himself in the cocktail of the spritz of that floral perfume you favor and your natural scent. All the while, he blindly traces your slit. Up and down, entrance, clit, entrance, clit.

You cup your husband’s nape as Satoru nuzzles into your neck more urgently, feeling him shiver against you as your palm rasps over the short prickly hairs of his undercut, petting him. Your legs part a bit, skirt inching up as you rut your cunt against Satoru’s exploratory fingers and smear your wetness on him. Still, he doesn’t push in yet.

You’d think he’s teasing you if not for the obvious signs that he’s stalling. Either waiting for your permission or waiting for the best time to ask for it.

How well-trained.

[hispg]

Longing for love

Pairings: R2! Leon X Fem! Reader

Summary: It's your birthday, and your childhood friend wants to make it special.

Wc: 2.4k

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, p in v, loss of virginity (both sides), pet names, soft sex, making out, slight oral( f receiving).

An: I know I promised I'd post this last week, but this week I was feeling down about writing anything. Just as I haven't replied to asks or comments, I'll probably reply to them tonight.

I don't know what happened, I had so much to write and ended up writing almost nothing. Anyway, I'll try to finish what I've already got half-written and try to post it over the next few days!

I really hope this bad mood passes soon, and I thank you all for your love. 🫶🏻

It was a special day, your birthday. You had nothing special planned, nothing other than lying in the comfort of your bed watching some series on your laptop.

Even though you had told your childhood friend, Leon, that you didn't want anything special today, he refused to accept it.

It was your birthday, how could he pass it up? Even though he didn't have the best financial conditions in the world, he spared no expense in giving you a shiny necklace with a heart as a pendant.

If it were up to him, he would give you anything you asked for. Because he thought you deserved all the best the world could offer.

And here he was, spoiling you with sweet, wet kisses, holding you down on the bed while he gave your forehead one last kiss before whispering:

"Are you sure you don't want anything?" You'd lost count of how many times he'd asked you that during the night.

You knew he could get you anything you wanted, all you had to do was ask.

"No, Lee..." You said softly, clutching and snuggling into him.

He nodded, tangling his fingers in your hair and playing with the strands, holding you so close to him that the two of you had your bodies pressed together.

The bed seemed so cozy for both of you, the covers that were wrapped around your bodies as the two of you exchanged these light caresses.

You couldn't have been happier on your birthday, cuddling up to him while the gentle rain fell outside.

Leon felt his heart flutter every time he saw you all dolled up in a light purple dress, looking like a princess. Wearing your prettiest earrings, glossy lips that had left a raspberry taste in his mouth that made him keep licking his lips because of it.

"You know... I saw a dress..." Leon begins, and you already know where this is going to end.

He always says he sees something that reminds him of you, and every time he ends up bringing it as a present for you, with the excuse that you'd look perfect wearing what he's bought.

"Leon, you don't have to..." You whisper, kissing him on the lips.

He closed his eyes with a soft smile, pressing you a little closer against him.

"But I'd love to..." He says with that cocky smile you already know well.

You giggle, kissing his cheeks several times. He always got frustrated and embarrassed when you did this, his cheeks getting hot from the act.

But he'd be lying if he said he didn't love it every time you showered him with kisses. The feel of your lips on his skin was something he would never forget.

Without even realizing it, he gripped your hips a little harder, getting goosebumps when your breasts grazed his chest from how close you were to him.

Once you'd finished what you'd started, the proud smile plastered across your face.

"Why are you blushing?" You asked with mischief and sweetness in your voice, biting your lip as you looked at him.

You watched his lips come together and press, a sketch of a pout there. His eyes locked with yours, his arms wrapped around your waist.

God, how could he resist that? How could he resist you?

He swears he was trying to ignore the situation, trying to ignore the way you were so close to him, your warm body crashing against his.

Maybe he was being daring, but he took the opportunity a step further, placing a light kiss on your neck. Letting his lips linger there for a few moments.

The response that came from you pleased him, he heard your breathing hitch, your chest descend and rise more visibly. He knew you liked it.

"Maybe I want something..." You whispered, looking at him with a certain shyness.

You knew that the two of you had already crossed the line into friendship, not least because you doubted that friends kissed or got that close. But when he looked at you in such a sweet way, something in you melted.

"Say... I can give you anything you want..." He whispers, lightly caressing your cheeks.

You bite your lip, leaning your forehead against his once more, and soon the sweet words are coming from your lips:

"A kiss?" It wasn't the first time you'd kissed, but the way you asked for it this time, so sweetly, the smile was kind of drawn on your face.

Who was Leon to say no?

"Whatever you want, princess." That's all he said before kissing you.

It started in a loving and gentle way, his lips moving against yours in sync, his fingers caressing your waist with affection and delicacy.

Your hands wrapped in his hair as his tongue traced your lower lip, asking for passage into your mouth. And you didn't deny it.

You don't know how it happened, or how a simple make out session turned into languid, sloppy kisses, his hands grabbing every bit of skin he could find, not wasting a single precious second to touch you.

And before you knew it, he was on top of you, his hands slowly coming down to hold your hips. And knowing how far this was going to go, you didn't try to do anything to stop it.

In the blink of an eye he had already taken off your dress, his lips trailing down your neck as he grasped the waistband of your panties, taking no time to remove them at once.

His eyes went wide once you were naked in front of him, his cock aching from the rush of seeing you like this.

"Can I...?" All he wanted was your permission to continue or to stop, it was up to you.

You nodded shyly, letting him do whatever he wanted.

And that was all he needed to continue. He moved his face down to your belly, kissing softly and sweetly across your skin, leaving no part untouched. He was so anxious that he could barely think straight, the only thing he wanted to feel was what it would be like to be inside you.

So he needed to prepare you, right? And once he saw how wet you were already getting with just a few kisses, it wasn't long before he thought of a solution to get you soaking wet.

His hands gripped your thighs, you could tell he was as nervous as you were. The blush on his cheeks, the way he was biting his lower lip to hold back the sounds he might make at the sight of you in this situation.

He'd never seen you naked like this, but he'd be lying if he said he hadn't imagined this situation multiple times.

But now that you were here in front of him, it was a completely different story.

Before you could look at him, you felt his warm lips on your thighs, giving you light, wet kisses.

As if he was afraid and apprehensive of making any moves, he had never done that in his life, he was just following what he thought was right, maybe he could call it instinct or something.

His warm, soft lips gave you goose bumps, made your body shudder under his body, you gasped and arched your body gently.

His every touch was capable of making your thoughts go blank and you forget the world around you, as if nothing else mattered. Just the two of you there.

He also couldn't stop salivating once he saw your wet folds, the state he'd managed to leave you in with just a few kisses and caresses. Your throbbing pussy almost begging for him, a sight that sent an electrifying pulse to his hard cock.

You held back from moaning when you felt his hot breath against your sex.

It wasn't long before you were shuddering at his touch, the way he was so delicate as he planted kisses in your folds, he was so tender that it was simply attractive to watch. His blue eyes staring at you, just to make sure you were comfortable with it all, and that you wanted it as much as he did.

As soon as he saw that you were ready for him, he began to undress. In a hurried and clumsy way he took off his clothes, throwing them into a corner of the room.

You were mesmerized by his body, strong and muscular, so defined that you could salivate just looking at it.

Once again he was lying on top of you, his lips pressed to yours in a hot kiss.

You only heard him fisting himself a little, before he began to guide his tip into your entrance. You knew from the kiss he was giving you that he wanted to make you focus only on him, making you as comfortable as possible.

So he slowly entered you, calmly and patiently, all the while asking you if it was okay and if he could continue. The situation was new and strange for both of you, so reluctance was more than normal.

Once he had sunk into you, he could have sworn to God that he was holding back from cumming, the sensation of your warm, wet walls was more than enough to finish him off.

But he held on, held on and tried his best to stop the thoughts of simply exploding inside you here and now.

And he hovered over you, simply rigid on top of you, just as his hard cock didn't move an inch from where it was.

He felt your discomfort, the way you hissed a little when he put it in, and if you were being honest, it stung considerably.

He stood still, that is until you both got used to the foreign feeling.

But even then, he kept giving you soft kisses on the cheek, whispering sweet nothings to help you relax.

"I love you so much..." He whispered sweetly in your ear, giving the area light kisses and licks.

You moaned softly at his touch, instinctively wrapping your legs around his hips, entwining with him in such an erotic and intimate way.

And in yet another of his gestures, he entwined his fingers with yours, squeezing your hand tightly as he gazed at you with those gentle blue eyes.

It was a gaze so tender, so loving, a gaze that was reserved for you, only you.

"You can move..." You say softly, looking at him shyly.

He gets the message, and slowly starts to move, in a shallow and calm way, he had no intention of rushing things.

Not least because he could see how nervous you were, or how much your pussy clenched around him, even though he had stimulated you, had prepared you to loosen up more.

"So tight..." He moans softly, giving your lips a gentle kiss.

The way he was so tender, so tenuous as he thrust into you, he didn't even move much, just enough to cause a little friction.

Not least because he didn't even know what you liked at those times, it was two inexperienced lovers learning at once.

"Lee..." You call softly, gently biting your lower lip as you look at him.

Surely he noticed the way your hips began to move against his, as if your body knew exactly what to do in this situation.

He took this as a green light, and began to pick up the pace, still making a point of giving you kisses and caresses all over your body.

You felt your mind getting so heavy, his cock reaching places so deep, points so sensitive that you couldn't even imagine.

It was all so good, certainly better than you imagined.

In one swift movement he removed one of his hands from yours, moving down your belly until he reached your crotch, where he stopped respectfully. Not wanting to do anything without your permission.

"Is it okay if I....?" He asked, placing his index finger next to your clit.

He wanted to know what you liked, what felt good, and he was going to start here. With your bundle of nerves.

"Y-yes... Please." You asked in a sly voice, and he could even see the pout that formed on your lips.

He smiled against your neck, giving the area a hickey, leaving a small mark. And then there was his thumb, smoothing over your clit, making small, delicate circles on the sensitive flesh, making you roll your eyes and moan louder with each movement.

He eased off when he felt you loosening up more, and with that he understood that he could increase the speed of his hips, and so he did.

Now the dirty, wet sounds echoed through the room, his heavy balls slapping against you and making that characteristic skin-on-skin noise.

But neither of you cared, so lost in that moment that the least of your problems was the profanity that came out of your mouths in the form of words.

Your heavy breaths came together as one, in the purest of synchronies. He was close, and so were you.

But as far as he was involved, your pleasure came first, so he would hold back as long as he could so that you would come first.

"Leon... I think I'm going to cum." You say in a low moan, feeling a new sensation forming in the pit of your stomach.

Your walls squeezing so tightly around him, and him trying his best to hold back. With a strangled groan you felt your hot fluid pouring out of you, your body arching and crashing against his as you came.

It was enough to send him over the edge too, and he almost didn't take his cock out of you, he was so lost in your expression of ecstasy that he forgot he wasn't wearing a condom.

He even thought about cumming in your belly, but was genuinely apprehensive of making a mistake and making a mess. So he pulled out of you, fisting himself and cumming on the sheets. Moaning and grunting as his cum spurted onto the silk sheets.

You were both tired from the recent orgasm, and he took the opportunity to lie on top of you and hold you close.

"On your belly next time?" He asks softly, a shy, mischievous smile appearing on his lips.

You smile, trying to hide the blush on your cheeks with your hands, hugging him as he relaxes on top of you.

"Yes, next time." You whisper, closing your eyes and storing the moment in your memory.

You couldn't have hoped for anyone better to lose your virginity to, and for sure, Leon couldn't have had anyone better either.

You can believe it was your best birthday.