#shinee bebe smut

[cerridwen007]

Hard pill to swallow.

*pics above are from pinterest and are used for aesthetics only.

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader

Word count: 2.4k (18+) MINORS DNI!

Summary: Joel helps you fix your problem with swallowing pills.

Notes/Warnings: Smut, Fluff, Soft!Joel vibes, lowkey daddy Joel vibes too, Joel being a teasing, filthy mouthed menace because I said so, mentions of pills (vitamins and hayfever), mentions of gagging/gag reflex, Joel lifts reader, but Joel is huge and hella strong so he can lift anyone, cumplay, oral (m receiving), finger sucking, praise/ nicknames, swearing, no y/n.

A/N: Disclosure, this is fully self indulgent and based on my struggle with swallowing pills and me wanting Joel Miller's dick in my mouth all waking hours.  Was meant to post this before Valentines, but time got the best of me. But I suppose you can consider this my Valentines present from me to you, even though it's not related to valentines at all. I swear this is the second time that writing about my struggles in a fic with Joel, it’s pretty much solved them. He is truly that man. Quickly edited, as always, so sorry if there are any mistakes. Anyways, enough babbling, I hope y'all enjoy, and any interactions with posts are very much appreciated, and I love yall so much. Have a good day bebes. 🫶❤️

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You were embarrassed, to say the least, and annoyed and frustrated. For all of your life, you could never do that one thing that was a simple skill for most people, a simple and usually essential at that. You couldn't swallow pills for the life of you. Many frustrated mornings, well into your early adult years, were spent at the breakfast table with your parents, growing more and more impatient and irritated at your ‘talent’ for not being able to swallow pills no matter how hard you tried. And It's not like you didn't want to swallow pills. No, not at all. 

In fact you wish you could, it would have made your life a hell of lot easier. You would take swallowing pills over having to grind up the assorted pills for hayfever and vitamins into your drink and being forced to intigest the horrible tasting yet beneficial substances, the ones that made your eyes water and your stomach gurgle with just how bad they tasted. 

And trust me you had tried everything, sticking the pill right down your throat, damn near breaking your neck with the force you tilted your head back (to catch your gag reflex “off guard”) nearly watering boarding yourself a couple times, thinking the more water you swallow the easier right? You felt like the oblong white tablets were just ridiculing you at this point. 

You had achieved so much in your life yet you were brought down by your inability to swallow a tiny little thing for your benefit. You had not managed to find a shortage of adults and family members alike telling you, “it's all in your head” and suggesting unwarranted advice. Advice you ended up trying over and over again, knowing it wouldn't work. “It's just like swallowing food” they would say. But you knew damn right it wasn't. I mean you couldn't even swallow gum, so how were you supposed to swallow this?!

Because of all these judgemental looks and passive aggressive comments when it came up in conversation that you couldn't swallow pills, you tended to avoid the topic of conversation completely. It wasn't till a handsome man named Joel Miller came into your life, did you finally manage feel comfortable and unjudged about your inability. 

It had been a while that the two of you had been dating, nearly a year and you had never felt happier. Recently you had moved into his place and had just unfinished packing. It was a peaceful morning in Joel’s and now your own house, the morning sun shining down, warming up the frosted green grass as the birds chirps and, the smell of fresh brewed coffee filled your nostrils. The two of you sat opposite each other, drinking in the peaceful morning. This movie-like paradise was soon brought down in mood as you remembered it was time to take your daily vitamins and tablets. 

You sighed, a frown growing on your face as you anticipated yet another painful morning attempting to swallow some tablets. Joel's face mimics yours when he looks over at you from across the breakfast table. 

“What’s wrong baby?” He asked, concerned.

You sigh before explaining yourself.

“I just..I just suck at swallowing pills and I almost always end up having to crush them into a drink or whatever I'm eating and then it's disgusting. I know I'm an adult, I should be able to swallow them by now but I just can’t.” 

You try to blink away the tears from frustration as you talk, not wanting Joel to see you get so upset over something so little and stupid.

He listens with a soft frown on his face and you half expect him to scoff at you and belittle you for not being able to do something so easy. Then he locks eyes with you and sees your watery eyes and instantly his face softens.

“Aww baby, come here.” He holds out his arms and you quickly get up walking round the table to straddle his lap, burying your face into his shoulder, seeking his warming embrace to comfort you. You look up at him, when you feel the tears aren't going to spill out.

“You're not making fun of me or think that I'm being a baby?” 

He cups your face, forcing you to keep his warm gaze. “Now what would make you think that I thought that darling?” He questions.

You feel your throat constricting as you try to explain yourself, cheeks growing hot with embarrassment.

“I don't know…I just thought maybe before… you were frowning cause you don’t believe me or something.” You softly respond, embarrassed over the state you're in all over some silly little pills.

“Sweetheart of course I believe ya. I was frowning cause I hate to see my girl upset and struggling, and I was trying to think of some way to help ya.”

You sigh with relief, before resting your head back on Joel's shoulder, you sit there holding each other for a while before you're interrupted by the soft rocking back and forth of Joel's chest as he tries to quietly chuckle underneath you. 

“What’s so funny.” You ask, feeling a little irritated.

“Oh, nothing.” He responds, still with a wide grin.

“No, tell me.” You say, pouting.

He clears his throat and before he speaks in a dark tone, close to your ear sending shivers all throughout your body.

“Just thought of how good of a girl you are when you suck my dick, and how you don’t seem to have a problem swallowing my cum, do ya honey?”

Your eyes widen with the sudden lewd topic of conversation, your cheeks heat up and you lightly slap his chest.

“Joel!” you warn him, but you can't help but let the corners of your mouth lift up a little.

“That's different though.” You say quietly after a beat.

“Oh yeah? Why's that?” His eyes pierced through you, waiting for your answer.

You feel your cunt fluttering at his question, your panties dampening.

“Cause…cause I actually want to swallow your cum.” You softly admit.

He breathes in shakily as a growl-like sound softly rips through his chest. His head falls back and he slowly grinds up into your needy clothed cunt. 

“My dirty little cum slut, aren't you baby?” He groans as he cups your face with his hand.

You nod and he puts his thumb on your bottom lip, slowly dragging it downwards. Your tongue shoots out to lick it before your head dips it to take it into your mouth. You start sucking on it, needily. Needing to have some part of Joel in you.

“Needy too, apparently. Just how I like ya.” He murmurs to mostly himself as he pushes his fingers in deeper and pushes down on your tongue.

Your cunt is throbbing now, but the only thing you can think of right now is taking Joel’s fat cock into your mouth. You try and tell Joel as his thick fingers are stuffed in your mouth, so it ends up coming out as a garbled mess.

“What was that baby?” Joel teases you.

“W-wanna sl-suck your c-cock d-Joel.” 

“Can’t get enough of this fat dick down your throat can you sweetheart?” Joel growls as he removes his fingers.

You shake your head, your hands trailing over Joel's strong chest and biceps. You suck on the spot on his neck that drives him crazy, his hips start lightly thrusting up into you as a result. You grin devilishly, seeing and feeling Joel become a vulnerable mess, under your control is one of your favourite sights in the world. 

You slowly make your way down Joel's body, feeling and touching on every part of him that you can, except where you and him both want too most. When your knees finally hit the floor, you look up at him with an innocent smile. Although Joel knows your the exact opposite, he can’t help his breath stuttering and his heart racing at the stunning sight below him.

You bite your lip as you look to Joel belt, his prominent bulge just below it, silently asking for permission. He nods, spreading his legs wider. You place your hands on his knees and slowly trace your hand over his legs up to his hips, your eyes switching between looking up at Joel and his bulge that has your mouth watering. 

You unbuckle his belt, slowly, loving to tease him. But taking your time and going slow seems to make you more impatient than Joel himself, so you make quick work of unzipping his jeans and shucking them down his thick thighs, while your mouth waters. You swallow harshly, as you uncover Joel's thick and rock-hard package perfectly framed by his black boxers. 

Reaching below his elastic waistband to pull out his cock, you find yourself transfixed once again by his beautiful cock, tip flush dark red, shaft slightly curling upwards as it heavily bobs, just begging to be sucked. Your tongue darts out to slicken your lips. Your hand carefully grasps his length, Joel softly gasps, before your thumb traces over his slit and the white drop of precum, oozing out of it. 

You grin as you lower your head, placing a few teasing kisses around his head before you raise his cock up high enough that you can lick from between his balls all the way up to his slit. He shudders above you, his hand gently caressing your hair, grounding himself and connecting himself more to you, as if his dick in your mouth isn't enough. 

You let your saliva gather to the front of your mouth before slightly parting your lips to let the warm glob drip onto his flesh. You see his thighs flex from the corner of your eye as your palm encases him, spreading your moisture all over the veiny muscle. Starting out with slow hard strokes, and building it up faster, your hand struggles to meet around his girth. 

Your mouth finally latches onto his tip, tongue swirling around the bulbous head, making Joel groan deeply. You help unleash even more depraved sounds from deep in Joel's chest when your other hand reaches out to massage his hefty balls. All this encompassing stimulation has Joel racing towards the edge, his mouth spewing out dirty words and praises as he comes oh so close to his high.

“Ugh. Fuck yeah. Atta girl.”

“Just like that baby. F-fuck me that feels g-good.” 

“Fuck… I love the feel of your hot, wet mouth on my cock.”

“Going to make my heart go out on me, with how fucking heavenly your making me feel, baby.”

He clenches the muscles in his body as he tries to starve off his release long as possible, needing to tell you something first.

“Sweetheart, look at me. I-I’m going to need you to hold all my cum in your mouth baby when I finish-h. C-can you do that for me s-sweet girl?” He chokes out.

You nod slightly and moan around him, before returning to bobbing wildly on his pulsing cock. Loving the salty, musky taste of him, your pussy clenches thinking about the even more salty and delicious load soon to be filling your mouth.

You take him as deep he will go, your eyes tearing up as your throat constricts around him. You feel his balls tighten under your hand and you let his cock out ever so slightly so only his tip is encased by your stretched lips.

And before you know it Joel’s coming, a long string of curse words and moans pouring out his mouth as he does so. Your hand continues to stroke him, milking him for all he's worth. Till he is hissing through his teeth, his now spent cock sensitive and raw. 

The urge to swallow his spend is strong, but your need to listen to and please Joel stands stronger. You keep it all in your mouth, cheeks bulging out a little with how full they are.

Joel, still breathing heavily, bends over you so he can inspect your warming checks and watery eyes, you look completely wrecked and he loves it. He hums in delight seeing you patiently sitting beneath him waiting for his next instruction.

He reaches over the table to where you were sitting before leaning down closer to you again. His thumb and forefinger reaches out and takes a hold of your chin, tilting it a bit higher.

“Did so good for me sweet girl, but I need you to do one more thing for me, okay?” He whispers, his warm and inviting eyes making you melt further into the floor.

You nod in response, watching his other hand come down in front of your face, opening up to reveal your pills. He softly demands you to open your mouth, to which you oblige, before carefully placing the few pills into your cum filled mouth.

He tilts up chin so your mouth closes and seals your lips with his thumb, before moving his hand to the side of your jaw, rubbing soft circles over your cheekbone.

“Okay, I'm going to need you to be a good girl and swallow that for me.”

You give the best soft smile you can muster with a mouth full of cum before you begin to swallow Joel’s cum in small amounts, your eyes fluttering close in concentration.

 “That's it…. Good girl. Swallow it all, baby. Don’t wanna waste a drop do ya now?” He encourages you, eyes transfixed to your throat swallowing all of his cum and the pills.

The pills going down so easily you didn't feel them shocks you, as you open your eyes to a smiling, starry-eyed Joel looking down at you softly. A wide smile mimicking his, spreads over your face, before you open your mouth to reveal it, now empty, to Joel.

He reaches down to pick you up from your armpits, placing you on his lap again. You giggle as he places lots of kisses all over your face and nuzzles his nose into yours.

“I’m so proud of you my sweet, darling girl. Did so good.”

“Thank you, Joel.” You coo back, sighing softly with relief and happiness over your achievement.

“Guess we know now how to get you to swallow your pills every morning, don't we baby?” Joel teases you, holding you close to his chest as he kisses your temple.

“Indeed we do.” You reply, giggling, before resting your head on Joel's warm and sturdy chest, basking in the love and warmth of your lover.

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[ao3feed-ateez]

Tears Freely Given

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/qLH6mjW by Eccentric_Bambi, Wonho-BEBE (Eccentric_Bambi) "And then it happens. Tears. Shining like crystalline jewels and more precious than gold. Flowing freely down his witchling’s dear precious face. And yet he could only see it for what it was meant to be. A testament to their bond and trust." That first kiss… it's that first kiss after ages that remind him of why he fell in love for the first time. Words: 4923, Chapters: 2/2, Language: English Series: Part 9 of NSFW KPOP ENTRIES Fandoms: ATEEZ (Band) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M Characters: Kim Hongjoong, Park Seonghwa Relationships: Kim Hongjoong/Park Seonghwa Additional Tags: Pirates, Witches, Magic, Captain Kim Hongjoong, Witch Park Seonghwa, Smut, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Magic Cum, Shameless Smut, Porn with Feelings read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/qLH6mjW

[shineebebe]

Who’s looking forward to the sequel of CRUSH?

Coming very soon 💕

[those-other-ones]

🍋 Sex Fails

My original intent was to have three or four fics out each week. But then life hit me like a ton of bricks right at the beginning of the month, including illness, tragedy, and just stuff I don’t want to talk about. I do have a few stories to share, but nothing like what my original plan was. I hope you will enjoy my few very, very smutty Drakgo smuts throughout the next couple of weeks. This particular story I think is my favorite from the ones I’ve already written. Comments would be appreciated; smut writers like validation too.

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Choosing here and there from this list because I like this list.

Smutember Prompt 2:  "Sex Fails"

Everything under the cut is explicit, mature, NSFW, 18+, however you want to call it.

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Shego took a long swallow from the bottle of champagne and set it on the coffee table of the penthouse suite.  She briefly noted the two already empty bottles next to it before sinking back into the sofa with another laugh.

"That one was lame," she said, her head lolling as she squinted over at Drakken.  The medal he refused to take off seemed to be shining more brightly under the hotel room lights.  Or perhaps it was just the alcohol hitting her, if her eyes were as dilated as Drakken's appeared to be through her haze.

"Fine," Drakken said, a tiny bit of spittle flying from his mouth.  "Truth or dare?"

"Dare."

Drakken frowned and reached for the champagne bottle.

"You always choose dare," he pouted before taking several gulps.  Shego wiggled her fingers and reached for the bottle, which he offered with a scoff.

"Come up with better ones, then," Shego said.

Drakken's frown suddenly curled upwards into a devilish grin.

"I dare you...to finish taking that dress off."

Shego's brow rose, and she looked down to find that one strap of the green dress she'd worn to the ceremony at the UN that morning had fallen from her shoulder, revealing the lacy black of her bra beneath.

She opened her mouth to lay fury on him, but then found she had no words.  It was Drakken.  He wasn't trying to be lewd, it was simply part of the game.  And she was determined that he would never get a truth out of her.

She took another drink and set the bottle down before standing and sliding the other strap off her shoulder and peeling the garment away to her hips.  She smirked as Drakken gawped at her, and she shimmied slowly from side to side in attempt to work the tight garment the rest of the way off.  She knew Drakken was staring at her chest, and she was proud of the way her breasts fit in the designer bra cups as she bent forward to slide the skimpy dress the rest of the way to the floor.

When she straightened up, hands on her hips and a broad, confident grin on her face, it was only a moment before a booze-motivated chuckle left her lips at the look on his face.

"What'sa matter, Doc?  Never seen a woman in her skivvies before?"

Drakken shook himself of his bug-eyed stare to scowl.  "I have so!"

"Betcha haven't."

"I have!  T-Truth or dare!"

"It's my turn to ask."

"Then get on with it!" Drakken said, crossing his arms and legs and looking away, seeming to draw in on himself in whatever emotion her teasing had invoked.  Shego let another laugh escape her before she took another swig of the champagne and sat back down on the couch, putting her high-heel clad feet up on the coffee table next to the empty bottles.

"All right.  Truth or dare, Dr. D.?"

"Truth," he said as he had nearly every time.  But Shego wasn't going to be goaded into revealing anything about herself.  All the alcohol in the world couldn't make her say or do anything she didn't want to.

She turned to face him, drawing her knees up and leaning her cheek against the back of the sofa as the glint from his medal caused her to squint again.  He lunged defiantly across the space between them, giving her another once-over, and grabbed the champagne bottle.

"Were your Bebe bots actually sex bots?"

Drakken choked on the champagne, and Shego crawled across the cushions on her knees to give his back a few slaps as he tried to recover himself.

"No!  No they were--"

He stopped short when he whirled to face her and found her breasts right at his eye level.  Shego was more concerned however with saving the remaining champagne as the bottle began slipping from his fingers.

"You've gotta tell the truth, Doc," she chided with a grin before taking another swallow.

"I am!  They were never sex bots!"

Shego sat back on her heels and lifted her brow thoughtfully.

"Huh.  Never would have thought that."

"Well they weren't!  Truth or dare?"

Shego leaned nearer to him and grinned as he flushed with her proximity.

"Dare."

"Nnrgh!"

She knew he'd hoped to trip her up by asking so quickly, but she was determined never to find out what truth he was so keen on asking her.

His initial response was to pout again, but slowly, a wicked grin came over his face.  Shego felt the slightest twinge of nerves, and she knew she should have seen it coming based on his last drunken request of her.

"Take the rest off."

Shego's eyes widened.

"Except the heels," he added quickly, and then stared her down.

She swallowed slowly.  He was...really pushing his luck.  Or at least, that was what the last hint of sobriety in her mind told her.  But it was easily overshadowed by the part of her determined to win the game, no matter how he thought he could force her into asking for truth.

When she reached behind her to unhook the clasp of her bra, Drakken's breath caught.  She smirked in triumph, knowing he'd thought he'd bested her.  She deftly separated the tiny metal clips and in the next moment, her chest was bare.

"Shego..." Drakken said as she stood up, but he bit his lip as she hooked her thumbs beneath the elastic of her lacy black panties and slid them down to the floor, carefully stepping out of them and leaving her high-heels on as he'd requested.

As she sat back down on the sofa and curled up the way she had before, she vaguely wondered if he preferred women shaven or unshaven.  But it was a fleeting thought as she finished off the champagne bottle and then reached down to the coffee table to uncork yet another one.

"Truth or dare?" she asked.

Drakken's chest was heaving.  His eyes were still wide and fixed on her naked form.  Shego felt a small wave of self-consciousness, having expected him to either leer or turn away, but not sit there slack-jawed and looking almost frightened.  She sipped from the bottle, the fizzing bubbles of the beverage tickling her nose, and then she shoved it toward him.

"Truth or dare?" she repeated more harshly.

Drakken blinked himself out of his stupor and met her eyes.  He swallowed slowly.

"Truth," he said almost in a whisper.

Shego realized then she didn't have another question for him, and wished he'd have picked dare for once.  Turnabout would be plenty fair play at this point and no doubt would have secured her a victory in the game.  But he was hiding behind his own security just as she was hers.

She was certain, however, that she could shatter that.

"Why didn't you hug me?"

"Wh-What?" Drakken stuttered, his eyes darting nervously now between her body and her face.

"On the alien ship.  I thought you were going to hug me.  But then you stopped."

Drakken shakily lifted the champagne bottle to his lips and took several long swallows.  When he finished he wiped his mouth on the back of his glove and set the bottle down.

"Can I choose dare instead?" he asked quietly, his expression anxious.

Shego grinned.  She'd won.

"Get naked."

Drakken's eyes widened and he gaped at her before he scowled and rose from the sofa.  Shego blinked in surprise as he pushed his feet out of his boots and then tossed his gloves onto the coffee table.  She hadn't expected him to actually do it.

Next, and for the very first time, he took off his medal and set it reverently on the sofa cushion.  Shego traced her fingers over the engraving of the logo as she watched him shrug out of his lab coat and drape it over the back of the couch.  He was meticulous in the rest of his undressing, folding his shirt and lying it atop the coat, and doing the same with his pants.  He hesitated when the only article of clothing left were nondescript white boxers, and Shego smirked and raised a brow in challenge as he looked decidedly uncertain.

"We could just say game over," she said, setting her feet up on the coffee table again and reaching for the bottle.  After she took another drink and set it back down, she was sure she saw two of Drakken standing in front of her for a moment.

"No," Drakken said firmly, and in the next moment he was stepping awkwardly out of the shorts, black socks still on his feet as he nearly lost his balance and fell back to sit on the sofa across from her.

Shego leaned forward to take in the view, pursing her lips to stave off a laugh as Drakken blushed.

"Truth or dare?" he said urgently as she grinned at the sight of his soft dick, resting atop ample hairy balls.  She only got a glimpse before his hands were blocking the view, and she settled into place again and held herself up confidently.

"Dare," she said almost boredly, her focus waning due to the booze.  How many bottles of champagne had they consumed together?

"Wear this," Drakken said tentatively, pushing the medal closer to her on the cushion.

Shego had still been idly tracing the engravings, and she shrugged her shoulders as she picked up the heavy object and slipped the ribbon over her head, flipping her hair out from under it and fluffing it around her as the cool of the metal rested between her breasts.

"Truth or dare, Drakken?" she countered almost immediately as he stared at her wearing his medal.  She couldn't place the look in his eyes as he slowly moved his gaze back and forth between her face and the medal on her chest.

"Dare."

Her brow rose again before she frowned.  He had clearly caught on to her winning strategy, but she was sure she would either get an answer out of him or else win.

"Hug me."

Drakken's lips parted.  A faint, desperate look entered his eyes.  As if pleading for her to take it back.  It confused her, but he surely knew the alternative was answering her prior question and that had apparently been frightening enough to cause him to disrobe.

When he began scooting nearer to close the gap between them, her heart began to pound.  He set his hands tentatively on her shoulders, and then gently pulled her close until his cheek rested against hers.

"Oh no.  You're not getting off that easy," Shego said even as his fingers gripped her shoulders tighter.  "Hug me like you were going to on the alien ship before you chickened out for some reason."

She felt Drakken sigh in seeming defeat, but he obediently moved nearer and wrapped his arms around her.  His chest pressed against hers the round, heavy piece of metal between them dug into her flesh for how tightly he had begun to hold her.

"That's better," she said after a moment.  Was her voice shaking?  She reached blindly to the side until she found the bottle of champagne and hurriedly took a drink.  She kept hold of it as she balanced it on her thigh, discovering that her other hand was playing with the hair of Drakken's ponytail.

"Truth or dare?" Drakken said quietly, his voice tense as he continued to hold her.

"...Truth," Shego said.

Everything seemed to stop in that moment, and he slowly pulled away, turning to double in her vision once more as she squinted through heavy eyelids at his worried face.  His hands remained on her shoulders, his thumbs turning on circles over them and slightly tangling her hair as he gazed at her in earnest.

"Shego...  Why did you come after me?"

Shego slowly stretched her arm out to the side until she could place the bottle back on the coffee table, the glass impacting the wood with much too loud a clink as silence fell between them.

"I... Because... Because I..."

She had no answer.  None that would fully form enough in her mind to reach her lips.  Drakken's face fell, his eyes leaving even the medal as he continued holding her shoulders tightly and looked down forlornly to where his knee now rested atop hers.

"Drakken...?"

He didn't look up.  "Yes?"

"T-...Truth or dare?"

He looked up again, the faintest of hope in his weary eyes.

"Dare," he said through a sigh.

Shego swallowed a lump in her throat, her eyes never leaving his as she answered him with a new question.

"Make love to me?"

Drakken's brow slowly rose.  His eyes searched hers, she assumed for any sign of falsehood, mocking, or insincerity.  But she realized as she looked back at him that she'd meant it.  And before he could make a move to decide she was already shifting on the sofa and moving her knees apart.

Drakken followed her guiding until he lay heavily atop her, one of her heels caressing his rear as her hands gently roamed his back.  His eyes stared uncertainly into hers even as no space was left between their bodies.  She decided he needed some encouragement and with effort pushed her hips upward into his.

"You're...awfully soft," she remarked without thinking, a chuckle following.

Drakken frowned.  "Just give me a minute, my dear."

The look in his eyes suggested he was simply willing a hard-on to occur, and she started rolling her hips upward steadily.

"No more booze for you," she said with another slight laugh.

"Ngh.  Truth or dare?" Drakken asked.

"I love you," she blurted out.

The fog in his eyes cleared, and he stared down at her in awe.  She watched as all of the confusion, frustration, and everything else about their game and the past several days fell off of him in an instant.  His fingers were weaving into her hair, lightly kneading her scalp as he smiled down at her adoringly.  

"I lost the game," she said, realizing she'd given up her truth before he'd even asked a question.

"No...no, Shego," he said, a slight tremor in his voice as he gazed at her from inches away.  Were there two of him again?  "We both won."

His kiss banished every other thought in her head, and it wasn't long before she was lost in his warmth.  And somewhere in the swirling, alcohol-induced blackness that was rapidly taking over her, she thought she heard him say he loved her too.

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Shego couldn't breathe.  When her eyes flew open she immediately closed them again for the blinding light that hit them, and she tried to assess where she was, why she couldn't get enough air, and why her head was throbbing.

She instinctively reached out for her alarm clock but her fingers hit glass instead, and then a loud sound followed as she accidentally toppled whatever it was she'd touched.  She opened her eyes to mere slits and saw the champagne bottle rolling on the coffee table, its remaining contents spilling out over the wood.

Everything came back to her.

"Onh..."

Drakken's pained moan reminded her of why she couldn't breathe, and she closed her eyes again and simply waited for him to move.  Somehow speaking seemed far too great an effort, and she would let him handle that.

"Where...what...why...  Oh...oh no!" he gasped.

"'Oh no'?" Shego slurred out in annoyed reply.

"Did I...?  Did we...?" he was saying in a panic.

"No we didn't, you couldn't get it up," Shego said, recalling her disappointment before the booze finally knocked her out for the night...day...and however long they'd slept.

"I...I'm..."

"I don't know what time it is," Shego said, opening her eyes again to meet his confused and concerned ones, "but you think you got that champagne out of your system yet?"

"..."

Drakken rolled away and fell to the floor with a grunt, to both her amusement and dismay.  More bottles fell with the flailing of his arms, and Shego wondered worriedly just how much he'd had to drink.

"I'll be back," he said, and half-crawled half-tripped his way toward the bathroom.  Shego realized in an instant she had the same problem, and she held her head with both hands as she made her way more carefully to another bathroom in the suite.

She mused to herself that she was surprised the alcohol hadn't killed them, for however much they'd had, but as she freshened up she hoped it hadn't been so much as to erase Drakken's memory of the night before.  Even though they'd only gotten as far as some foreplay, she remembered her words and his...and she wanted him to make good on them.

When she made it back to the living room where their binge had occurred, Drakken was already there, leaning on the arm of the sofa and rubbing his eyes with a pained scowl on his face.

"Better?" she asked with a smirk.

"Not so loud..." he complained.

"Then you're gonna have a problem with me climaxing.  I'm not the quiet type."

Drakken's head shot up and he gaped at her, his expression unreadable.  When he didn't reply or move after several seconds, she stepped over the fallen bottles and their piles of clothing and lie down on the couch, her knees apart.

He took the hint and the sofa shifted as he crawled over her again, settling down heavily as he had the night before.

"Won't be a minute," he grunted as with more wakefulness this time, he began attending her breasts with soft kisses, suckles, and kneading.

"Yeah, that's what you said last night," Shego said in a mixture of amusement and complaint.

Drakken looked up to glare at her slightly.  "You could help."

She snaked an arm between them until she had her fingers around his soft member, and she began working it firmly and steadily as his touches began to arouse her.  But her head was still throbbing, and she regretted not turning the lights out when she'd been up as she closed her eyes again.

"This thing better get bigger," she said.

"It does!" Drakken growled and gave a slight bite to her nipple.

She let herself relax into his touch, but after the third time she startled awake and accidentally gripped him too hard as a result, by evidence of his grunts, she realized the booze was still going to win.

At least, she thought as she felt his forehead rest on her chest as his lips stilled in drowsiness, when the alcohol eventually forfeited its control over them, they still had their victory.

[hongism]

belong - p. seonghwa 18+

day 16 of kinktober: possessive sex - park seonghwa warnings: explicit smut, unprotected sex, marking, biting, fingering, possessiveness, creampie, paramour!seonghwa, princess!reader, lil bit of impregnation kink if u squint wc: 1.5k genre: pwp, smut, 18+

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“The wedding is next week, Seonghwa,” you mumble as the man’s lips brush over your neck. The air isn’t cold, yet goosebumps rise over your skin. His touch is as soft as it is ghosting, and you lean back against him out of pure instinct. 

“And?” He counters. You can’t hear any emotion in his tone, no cues as to how he feels about the situation, but that thought slips away when he attaches his lips to your neck again. This time, he moves with greater force, teeth grazing your skin and sucking until a colorful mark blossoms. It’s only then that you realize you don’t need to hear his tone to know how he’s feeling. The fact that he’s making an effort to leave marks is telling enough; he usually tries not to leave any sign of your escapades in attempts to protect you from crude rumors. 

“We’ll have to stop th–” You cut off with a gasp as Seonghwa sinks his teeth into your skin, leaving a deep imprint but not hard enough to make you bleed. His tongue drags over the bruise and soothes the heated skin before he pulls back to whisper his reply.

“It’s a marriage of convenience and business, is it not? I would hope that after all this time, our relationship is more valuable than that.” He’s right, and you couldn’t deny it even if you wanted to. As forbidden as your relationship with Seonghwa is, you love him nonetheless, and he loves you in return. Neither of you has ever been foolish enough to think that this wouldn’t happen. You knew it would come to this, but your choice has always been Seonghwa. That won’t change, and he keeps reminding you of that fact with the way his hands roam your body. 

“Touch me, Seonghwa… please,” you exhale as you twist to face him. He wears a soft grin, gaze impossibly soft as he looks down at you.

“I am touching you, my princess.”

“Oh, don’t be a tease!” You retort. Seonghwa laughs a little but tugs you closer. He wraps his arms around your waist, guiding your body backward until you feel your knees hit the edge of the bed. Still, Seonghwa doesn’t stop there. He eases you back until you lie flat against the mattress, bringing his body over yours without breaking eye contact once. It’s a different kind of teasing — one that leaves you wanting more just from the gleam in his eyes. They’re brimming with lust and desire, his hands sliding lower until he clasps the front of your robe.

“Am I still teasing, love?” Seonghwa inquires as he pulls the robe open. You shiver from the sensation of cold air washing over you, but Seonghwa’s warm hands are right there to ease the chills.

“You never stop.” A huff of air escapes you, one that shifts into a gasp when Seonghwa presses two fingers to your folds. They’re already dripping with arousal, and Seonghwa’s touch only serves to make that heat pool more. He pushes your folds apart with little resistance on your part.

“You’re mine,” Seonghwa murmurs out of the blue. You blink up at him with a bit of confusion shining on your features. “All mine.” Two fingers breach your hole, and you gasp at the sensation, throwing your head back against the mattress. Seonghwa hums at your reaction and crooks his fingers deep in you.

“Y-Yours…” You let the word roll off your tongue. It’s more experimental than anything else, to see how it feels and what Seonghwa’s reaction might be. It proves to be worth it though, just thanks to the way Seonghwa’s body jerks and a low growl passes through his lips. He pumps his fingers in and out of your sopping cunt. The movements cause a wet squelching noise to resound from between your legs, and you almost feel embarrassed by the lewd sounds, but the pleasure is more intense than those feelings. 

“Fuck, I need to fill you up,” Seonghwa groans as your walls clench hard around his fingers. He focuses on scissoring you open first though, not rushing his process in the slightest. You can’t hold back from teasing him a bit yourself – a small revenge for his earlier goading.

“Fuck me full of your cum, Hwa,” you say with a slight lilt dancing through your tone. He moves upwards to come face to face with you, fingers still thrusting in and out of your cunt.

“Say it again, princess.”

“I said – I want you to fuck me so full of cum that I still feel you in me at the wedding next week.” Seonghwa’s fingers disappear from your heat in less than a second. He rushes to grab at his pants and free his cock that already strains against the confines of the fabric. He pulls it down just enough to expose his member, kneeling back over you after a moment. Jerking at his member with the hand he just had between your legs, Seonghwa captures your lips with his own. You let him dominate the kiss with his tongue pressing between your lips and filling your mouth in an instant. 

His cock breaches your folds and prods at your home without too much pressure at first. Then he dares to penetrate you, slowly pushing into you as he leaves a trail of searing kisses down your jaw and neck. He pauses at your neck and begins to kiss you there instead. He eases you through the stretch of his cock by sucking at that sensitive area until he’s fully buried in your tight heat. 

“You feel so good, princess,” he groans.

“Your princess,” you remind as you wiggle your hips a bit. Seonghwa hisses at your sudden movements, encouraged by the words that cater to his possessive side. 

“Mine, all mine.” He rocks his hips, and his cock rolls against your walls. The movement draws a moan out of you. You almost beg him to continue, but you don’t need to because he moves anyway, building up a steady rhythm with his thrusts. The pleasure is unreal; his cock presses up against your sweet spot, but he doesn’t hit it with every thrust, thanks to the angle. You throw your legs around his waist and try to slide further under him. Seonghwa seems to get the hint and saves you the trouble by gripping your hips and tugging you down. You release a startled and choked moan as he hits your g-spot head-on now. 

“F-Fuck, oh – Seonghwa, th-that – shit!” You can’t even complete a coherent thought; the pleasure keeps you distracted and babbling as Seonghwa rolls his hips against yours.

“I’ll make sure you – ah, remember who you belong to,” Seonghwa grunts into your ear, and you moan at the words, head falling to the side. The continuous pressure on your sweet spot brings you closer to the edge rather quickly. Seonghwa picks up on your closeness and offers a teasing bite to your neck. The shockwaves of pleasure that follow cause you to curl your body into his, and your orgasm hits then with his cock deep inside you. Your walls clench hard around him as your lips part in a silent scream. 

“I’m yours, Hwa. Yours, yours, yours,” you babble like it’s a prayer. The mantra urges Seonghwa to his own orgasm, and he only makes it one more thrust before cumming hard and fast. Warmth blossoms in your gut; the feeling of his seed filling you up and seeping deep inside you only adds to the euphoria running through your veins. “Feels so good, Hwa, so so good.”

“Feels good for me too, love. Fuck, you feel so good.” Seonghwa doesn’t move away from you even after his orgasm passes, and you don’t want him to anyway. You cling to him like a vice, hand pressed to the back of his head so that he stays near your neck. He still traces his lips over your sweat-slick skin, and a small hum of approval vibrates against you when you start combing your fingers through his dark hair.

“I love you,” you murmur to the air above you. Seonghwa’s kisses hesitate for only a second so that he can reply with a declaration of love himself.

“I love you too, my princess.”

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a/n: okay this idea kinda sexc i can’t lie, i like this universe maybe we’ll see more of it in the future!! :p

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[raibebe]

Sunkissed

Genre: Fluff Words: 4.276

Prompt: Greek God Yeosang Warnings: Shameless appreciation of Yeosang’s beauty

A/N: After seeing those pictures of Yeosang wearing that crown at a fansign, I couldn’t get this idea out of my head and when the lovely @im-a-special-bebe​ made this beautiful moodboard I just couldn’t not write something about it. This is purely self-indulgent. @nctkickit​ please be proud of me for adding 0% smut into this.

Apollo: Son of Zeus and Leto, bother of Artemis. Olympian god of the sun and light, music and poetry, healing and plagues, prophecy and knowledge, order and beauty, archery and agriculture.

The first time you saw him, you didn’t think he was real. He was standing on the Cliffside, looking into the setting sun, his wavy dark hair gently moving in the wind, the last rays of sunshine catching in the golden laurel crown he was wearing. The golden twinkle was the thing that had caught your eyes first when you were on your way back home from the city. The man was standing there unmoving, eyes fixed to the horizon where a single sailboat was sailing into the sunset. His tunic was gently swaying in the wind, the hem playing around his thighs, white fabric dyed orange from the sun’s rays.

What was the stranger doing here? You had never seen this man before and not many people came to the small island that you lived on. Captured by the strange man, you kept staring at him. Something about him made it impossible to tear your gaze away. When the sun finally set and the little plateau was clad in darkness, the man averted his gaze from the horizon and turned around, his sharp gaze immediately finding yours as if he had known you had been staring at him all this time.

For a while none of you moved. The darkness obscured the strangers’ features but you could tell that he was beautiful enough to have a stature made to immortalize his strong jawline, high cheekbones and piercing gaze, even though you weren’t sure if a stature was even going to capture all of his beauty. When his lips slowly curled into a small smile, you could have sworn that the sun had begun to rise again. Giggling shyly, you averted your gaze and nervously tucked a strand of hair back into its place. But when you looked up again, the stranger was gone, nowhere to be found.

Sighing, you shook your head. It had been a long day for you, but you didn’t know you were so exhausted that you had started to hallucinate things. Or maybe you had taken a breath or two too many when you had visited the temple today to deliver some new herbs to burn and to get a blessing from Apollo for your work.

The next time you met the mysterious stranger, you didn’t see him at first. You were preparing a tincture for the old man living at the harbour who couldn’t work like he used to now that he was getting older, when a soft melody played on a lyre reached your ears. At first you didn’t mind it. Sometimes a wandering group of musicians lost themselves in the outskirts of the city when they couldn’t afford to stay the night in a tavern. But what caught your attention was the deep voice that hummed along the soft melody, complementing the instrument in the most beautiful way. It made you think of the handsome stranger you had seen near the cliffs admiring the sunset a couple of days ago.

Cautiously you took your cauldron off the fire and set it aside to cool before stepping out of your little home. Following the sound of the lyre, you found the stranger sitting on a rock, his handsome features illuminated by the soft light of the dying sun, the golden laurel crown reflecting the light onto his hair. His face was relaxed as he gently plucked the strings of his golden instrument, a little smile adoring his lips.

You were sure he must have noticed you with the way his eyes twinkled mischievously but he paid you no mind. Slowly you sat down on a log of wood, careful to not dirty your own tunic any further than it already was. How the stranger kept his one spotless while sitting in the dirt, was a miracle to you. Sitting in silence you listened to the soft melody for a long time. When his song finally ended, the silence you otherwise really liked, felt heavy. Even the soft howling of the wind and the distant crashing of the waves couldn’t fill the air like the music did seconds before.

“I hope you enjoyed it,” the stranger chuckled, lifting his gaze from his lyre to meet your eyes. You had never expected the lean and beautiful man to have such a deep and soothing voice. But it fit him. You liked his voice, it carried a comfortable weight. You wondered if he was a wandering musician. But his clothes were way too nice for that. He looked more like a son from a rich house with hundreds of slaves to work for him. But what was he doing out here? You felt your face heating up and averted your gaze when he kept staring at you with his big brown eyes and you realized that he was waiting for an answer while you were lost in your thoughts. But before you could think of an answer, his bright laugh cut through the silence and you weren’t sure if his gentle humming before or his laugh was the most beautiful thing you had ever heard. His lips were quirked in a mischievous smile and he raised one perfectly arched eyebrow, still waiting.

“I... I liked it,” you stuttered. The stranger just hummed, turning back to face the sun that was just now dipping below the ocean on the horizon. A million questions burned on your tongue but none left your lips as the stranger and you sat in silence in the darkness. “It’s too bad we only ever seem to meet at sunset,” the stranger sighed and got up from where he was sitting, dusting off his tunic that was just shy of being indecently short. Quickly you got up as well, feeling ashamed of your own unkempt appearance: Green stains all over your tunic from working all day and your hair messily pulled back in order to keep it from falling into your face. “I hope we’ll meet again,” he smiled before he turned his back towards you, walking to the edge of the cliff. 

You wanted to scream at him to not go down that narrow path there. Many people had tried to use it as a shortcut to the beach before and were later found lying motionless in the water. But your breath was trapped inside your throat and you could only stare to where the figure of the stranger was disappearing from your sight.

When you couldn’t see the twinkle of his golden crown anymore, you could finally breathe again. Too scared to go to the edge yourself, you prayed to the gods that they would keep the man safe and that no fishermen were bound to find his body in one of their nets. Just when you finished your silent prayers and turned to leave, a little something glistened in the corner of your eye where the stranger had sat before. Carefully you made your way over the stones to inspect it further. When you leaned down to look between the pebbles, a little golden leaf shined right back at you. Carefully picking it up, you turned it between your fingers. The metal felt warm beneath your fingers, you were sure the stranger had dropped it. This was your proof that you weren’t hallucinating again. The stranger was real and you were more confused than ever. Carefully pocketing the leaf, you made your way back home, your thoughts only filled with the strange man.

The third time you met him however wasn’t at sunset for once. The sun was standing high in the sky when you were walking through the fields surrounding the outskirts of town in search of herbs that you had run out of, when suddenly a shadow appeared over you when you were plucking little yellow flowers, making you shriek loudly and topple over in the grass. When you turned to look around, you were face to face with the handsome stranger who looked like he was trying really hard not to laugh out loud at your reaction. “You scared me,” you pouted. “It wasn’t my intention to scare you,” he chuckled, his voice just as deep as you remembered it.

Now that he for once wasn’t obscured by darkness, you could finally study his features. He wasn’t wearing his golden laurel crown this time, his long hair framing his face beautifully. His sunkissed skin was spotless, despite for a little birthmark right next to his left eye. You didn’t know what overcame you but you somehow had the urge to reach out and touch it. Something must have shown in your face because his big brown eyes crinkled slightly and his plush lips tugged upwards in a beautiful smile.

“You seem to really like my face,” he chuckled, raking his hands through his wavy hair, “Every time we meet, you seem to lose your voice and just stare at me.” Flustered, you averted your eyes and plucked another flower, throwing it into your basket to the ones you had previously picked. “You’re a healer,” the man spoke, sitting down next to you and plucking some of the little flowers as well. “How do you know?” You asked, your eyes fixed to the flowers around you as if to prove that you could indeed control yourself and didn’t stare at handsome strangers all the time. “I’ve seen you around,” he simply said, carefully placing the delicate flowers into your woven basket.

“But you’re not from around here. I’ve never seen you before.” He chuckled again. “No, I’m not. I’m just a traveller.” “You don’t look like a traveller,” you said before you could stop your mouth, quickly covering it with your hands; you hadn’t meant to be so forward. “What do I look like then?” He laughed, flashing you a row of perfectly straight, white teeth. “You seem like you come from a wealthy family,” you answered shyly, embarrassed at your little outburst. “You could say that,” he hummed, “What are you using the flowers for?” “They help if you overuse your muscles and relive the pain a little bit,” you explained, “I grind them into a paste and then you have to put it on the area where it hurts.”

“Don’t try to eat them though, they’re poisonous,” the stranger said after nodding along to your explanation. “You’re a healer as well?” “I’m just knowledgeable in various things,” he answered, sitting back and stretching out his slender legs, closing his beautiful eyes and tilting his face towards the sun, letting the rays caress his features. When you caught yourself staring again, admiring the shadows cast by his dark eyelashes, you quickly got up to look for other herbs in the little field to distract yourself.

While you were collecting various different plants, some more useful than others, the stranger remained seated, bathing in the light of the midday sun, occasionally glancing your way when he thought you weren’t looking. With the sun caressing his features he looked more ethereal than ever and you suddenly had the urge to immortalize this moment somehow. “Have you ever had a stature made in your image?” You asked when you decided you had picked enough herbs and made your way back to the handsome man. “Multiple actually,” he chuckled, “Are you finished with your duties?”

“For now,” you answered, “I’ll need to prepare the paste from the flowers but I can do that later as well if you would like to have a meal with me.” A bright smile lit up the features of the stranger. “I would indeed like to. Lead the way, beautiful woman.” You pointed in the direction of your home. “It’s not far from here,” you mumbled.

The way back to your small home was spend in silence but it wasn’t unpleasant, the stranger beside you a warming and somehow calming presence. When you sneaked a glance at him every now and then, you still couldn’t believe he was real and not a stature, especially with how the late afternoon sun was illuminating his profile right now. “Like what you see?” The stranger teased when he caught you staring yet again. You felt heat licking at your cheeksand averted your gaze to stare determinately into the fields of olive trees you were passing right now. A bright chuckle fell from the man’s lips at your action and you swore when you turned to look at him again, he was shining brighter than the sun, warmth radiating off of him. You couldn’t help the smile that formed on your own lips.

“You haven’t told me your name yet,” you said after a while, curiosity getting the better of you. “Does it matter?” The man answered instead of telling you, his gaze suddenly becoming darker and guarded. “I- No, I just...” you stuttered, taken aback by his reaction. He had seemed so comfortable with you, why was he not telling you that all of a sudden? “It’s really not that relevant,” he murmured, nervously fumbling with his bangs that had fallen into his eyes. “Are you on the run or something?” You asked carefully. He just shook his head and sighed before he stopped walking and took one of your hands in his, warmth immediately spreading through you. “Will you believe me if I tell you that it really doesn’t matter and respect that I’d rather not tell you? You don’t have to tell me yours either”, he spoke softly, his thumb rubbing along the back of your hand soothingly, “I promise I’m a good man and will not cause you problems or harm.” He was looking at you with such sincerity, his big, doe-like eyes studying your face intently. “I take your word for it, handsome stranger,” you complied, smiling at how the man’s face lit up before he lifted your joined hands up to press a gentle kiss to the back of your hand. “Thank you, beautiful healer,” he breathed against the skin, his smile making his eyes sparkle and your knees weak. Not letting go of your joined hands, he tugged you along to keep walking up the small path up the hill where your cabin was, the little smile not leaving his lips.

When your small home came into view you pointed up at it. “That’s where I live.” “It’s not far from where we first met, isn’t it?” The stranger asked, his head tilted to the side questioningly. “The stone field is just a little farther down the hill,” you confirmed. “But that’s not where we first met. You were staring at me while I was watching the sun set,” he reminded you with a teasing smile and a cheeky wink. “Stop teasing me,” you whined, throwing the stranger what you thought was a pleading look. “Cute,” he just said, his smile turning just a tad softer than it had been before. You quickly rushed to open the small gate in the fence that surrounded your little cabin to keep your more precious herbs you had planted safe from wild animals who were trying to eat them.

Just when you were about to open the door as well, you remembered just how much of a mess it was inside and you slammed it shut again. The man just looked at you with ones of his perfectly sculptured brows raised in question. “You... You should stay outside,” you mumbled, “I didn’t expect guests anytime soon.” “I don’t mind a little clutter and dirt even though I might not look like it,” he answered and smiled, his delicate hand covering your own scarred one over the doorknob and you could swear you felt some of his warmth seeping into your flesh, making your skin tingle where you were touching.

Nodding slowly, you let him turn the doorknob and pull the door open, heat creeping up your cheeks. “It’s nothing special,” you defended the underwhelming inside of your cabin.  Besides your caldron there only were two wooden desks in your cooking area, herbs hanging from the ceiling to dry them and on a little shelf you kept different kinds of medicine you had made in little flasks and jars. The rest of the small space was occupied by a big cupboard holding different rolls of papyrus that you had collected over the years with both recipes and descriptions of different sicknesses and how to treat them along with random trinkets you had collected. Before the cupboard, there was a small wooden table with two little stools that had already seen better days, one of them covered in the tunics you had finally washed in the little stream near your home. Pressed into the far corner there was your bed which was just a straw bale covered with some furs a hunter had gifted you when you had saved his wife from a nasty sickness.

“It’s homey,” the man complemented after he had taken everything in. “It’s not much,” you repeated yourself and set down your basket with the herbs on one of the big tables. “I’m afraid it’s going to be a simple meal,” you confessed, “A farmer gave me some bread and goat cheese the other day.” “It’s more than enough,” he replied, suddenly way closer to you than you had anticipated, looking over your shoulder into the herb basket. “There sure are some powerful plants growing around here.” You managed to mutter out an affirmation before you took a deep breath to collect your thoughts again. You usually weren’t this easily flustered just by some proximity, hell you were used to this. But something about this man was just different, you could feel the warmth radiating off of him in the cool air of your cabin.

“I could hang them up for you if you want,” he suggested. “No, there’s no need for you to do anything,” you hastily declined. “You’re treating me to dinner, there’s got to be something I can do,” he insisted. “There’s a stream not too far up the hill if you follow the path we came here,” you explained, “You could get some water for us.” “Of course,” he smiled gently and quickly grabbed the jug  you had pointed to before slipping out the door again.

When the door fell shut with a heavy thud, you let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding. What was it about the man that had you on edge so easily? And why did you think it was a good idea to invite him into your home? He obviously came from wealth, what could you even present him that would be of his standards? Sighing you unwrapped the bread and the cheese you were gifted yesterday, slicing it in smaller pieces and putting it in a small bowl to at least make it seem appetizing. The man also probably would never drink water under any circumstances, only the best red wine grazing those plush lips, painting them a pretty, dark colour, his pink tongue darting out to catch the little drop that would have escaped the golden goblet he was holding with his slender fingers. You shook your head. Where did that thought suddenly come from?

But before your thoughts could spiral any further, the man suddenly poked his head back into the cabin, the noise of the creaking door startling you so much, you almost dropped the bowl with the food, a loud screech leaving your lips. It was silent for a couple of seconds before the man giggled loud and high pitched, slapping one of his hands over his mouth to stifle the surprisingly high noise for how deep his voice was. “Stop laughing, I’m not used to having someone just burst in here,” you sulked, pouting at him. “I didn’t mean to scare you but your reaction was worth it,” he grinned, flashing his perfectly straight, white teeth. “It’s really pretty up there by the stream, should we eat there?” You nodded in agreement, quickly gathering the food and your two best ceramics goblets for the water.

Before you could protest, the man already took everything out of your hands and carried it himself, shooting you a quick smile before he hurried along the little path. “What’s gotten you in such a rush?” You giggled, quickly following him. “The sun is going to set soon; I want to see it from up there,” he answered, quickly jumping along the stones in the little river to cross it. How he managed to keep his balance on the slippery rocks with all the stuff in his hands and while jumping so fast was past your imagination. He quickly put the food and dishes on the ground next to the jug of water and jumped halfway through the stream again, reaching out his hand towards you. “Come on, I’ll keep you steady,” he promised, looking like an excited toddler after you had given them a new toy to play with.

You couldn’t help the smile that spread along your features when you grabbed his hand and he gently helped you across the slippery stones, his other hand holding onto your waist to keep you steady. Just when you were about to make your last step, you felt something slimy touch your foot, making you stumble forward and losing your balance. You already saw yourself drenched in water, algae all over your tunic, when the stranger quickly pulled you towards him, steadying you against him where he was standing on a bigger stone.

All breath was knocked out of you, not only from the impact but also from how close you suddenly were to him. If you wanted, you could have counted each of his eyelashes. “I told you, I would keep you safe,” he mumbled, his hands on your waist holding you close to him. “Thank you,” you said breathless, surprised how out of breath you sounded. Up close you could see that the stranger wasn’t as perfect as he seemed at first glance. Hidden behind his long fringe was the little red birthmark you had seen a glance of before. But instead of making him look ugly, you found it endearing, something special that made him stand out. You had to grip his arms a little harder where you had held onto him to steady yourself, to not reach out to touch it.

“I’ve never met a mortal quite like you,” he mumbled, gently cupping your cheek with one hand, stroking his thumb over your cheekbone. “What do you mean, mortal?” You asked breathless, confused by his choice of words and flustered because of how close he was to you. He just chuckled and kept studying your face. Being this close to him, you could almost feel his breath fanning over your face and see the shadows each of his long, dark eyelashes cast on his high cheekbones. “You wanted to know my name, right?” The stranger asked, his eyes crinkling when he smiled, still absent-mindedly caressing your face. You nodded, not trusting your voice, still completely captured by the man. “It’s Yeosang but your kind also often calls me Apollo,” he confessed, his gaze open and vulnerable, studying your face intently for any kind of reaction. When you stayed quiet, he added: “Son of Zeus and Leto.”

When you processed what he had just said, your eyes widened in surprise. He was a god. An actual god, an Olympian. Looking at his features, it made sense somehow. But what was he doing here? Eating dinner with you and helping you to collect herbs? Holding you close like this in the middle of a steam? Telling you that he wanted to watch the sunset with you? “Are you afraid of me?” he asked when you stayed quiet, your brain not really grasping what he had just said and what it meant. “I... No,” you answered truthfully. Even though he could probably kill you in the blink of an eye, he didn’t seem like the type even with all the legends and myths surrounding him. “I’m just confused,” you confessed, reaching out to touch his face as well, feeling his warm, soft skin beneath your fingertips. “Confused about what, beautiful?”

“I thought gods were supposed to be perfect,” you chuckled, gently tracing the birthmark near his eye with your fingertips. For a short moment, Yeosang was staring at you with his eyes wide in surprise before a bright laughter was bubbling out of him. “We’re far from being perfect, my dear,” he mumbled, gently tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear, his lips curling into a soft smile. “Will you let me kiss you?” The god asked softly, his hazel eyes dropping down to your lips. “Please,” you breathed, eyes fluttering closed when you felt Yeosang leaning in. The tender press of his soft lips against yours had your heart stopping before it doubled in pace when he wrapped his strong arms around your waist, pulling you closer against his warm body, your lips slotting together like they were made for it.

A soft sigh left your parted lips when Yeosang pulled back and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. “You’re truly remarkable,” he whispered. Shying away from his dark gaze, you averted your eyes, your fingers nervously fidgeting with the fabric of his tunic. But Yeosang was having none of it, gently taking your chin between his fingers to tilt your face up again. “You don’t need to hide, beautiful. Not when you’re with me.” “Please kiss me again,” you asked quietly, your hands caressing his strong chest before they slipped around his neck, playing with the shorter strands of hair.

“Anything for you.”

[spoonraider]

Chapters: 2/? Fandom: South Park Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Relationships: Kyle Broflovski/Eric Cartman, Stan Marsh/Wendy Testaburger, Kenny McCormick/Leopold “Butters” Stotch, Craig Tucker/Tweek Tweak, Clyde Donovan/Craig Tucker, Clyde Donovan/Bebe Stevens, Token Black/Clyde Donovan, Clyde Donovan/Kevin Stoley Characters: Kyle Broflovski, Eric Cartman, Kenny McCormick, Stan Marsh, Leopold “Butters” Stotch, Wendy Testaburger, Clyde Donovan, Tweek Tweak, Token Black, Bebe Stevens, Kevin Stoley, Craig Tucker, Red (South Park), Goth Kids (South Park) Additional Tags: My First South Park Fic, Supernatural Elements, Murder Mystery, Murder, Investigations, Police, Gay, Gay Panic, Homophobia, Forbidden Love, Gangs, Gang Violence, Aged-Up Character(s), Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Implied/Referenced Cheating, Recreational Drug Use, Cheating, Self-Harm, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Mental Health Issues, Depression, Anxiety, Anxiety Attacks, High School, Serial Killers, Fluff and Smut Summary:

“I’ve found a dead body in the woods. It’s someone I know, and it looks like murder.”

***

“Hey… Jew?” are the two nervous words that fall out of eighteen year old Eric Cartman’s mouth and open this unsettling tale. He and his secret “special” companion simply happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time when they stumbled upon the mortifying fate of a classmate. Now they are living in a conservative, homophobic South Park that is controlled by two violent gangs - The Razors and The Cobras - and to top it all off, there’s a killer on the loose.

Is there any hope for two innocent queers to finish their last year of highschool and leave town undiscovered?

I finished chapter 2! Enjoy!

[kpop---scenarios]

Collateral (2)

Warnings: Language, Beginning of smut, flirting. You know.

Part One | Part Two

When you imagined your life, you pictured going to school for something you loved, getting a great job in your field and eventually settling down with someone you loved and wanted to spend your life with. You even thought about possibly having children one day.

You were just beginning your plan, searching for what you loved to do. You’d tried many different jobs already. Working in a café, with children, with senior citizens but nothing had stuck out to you yet. You’d been thinking of looking into working with animals possibly next but thanks to your brother, your plans had been derailed.

Instead of working with puppies and kittens you’d now be a maid for the mafia. Not quite something you had pictured yourself doing but alas here you were.

How could your brother do this? How could he steal, let alone steal from the fucking mafia.

Suho had told you that one of the men, Kai had picked out a special uniform for you to wear. However, the way he said it had you wondering how bad it actually was going to be.

“Kai" Suho began. “Show her where she’ll be staying and her outfit. I have shit to do” he finishes.

You’re grabbed by the arm by a man with a dazzling smile on his face.

“This way baby girl" he says, yanking you from your chair.

You trip over your own feet as he drags you from the office, never letting go of your arm. He leads you through a hallway to a large living room littered with men.

You thought you’d felt fear before, but that was nothing compared to this. Some of the men smirked at you while others just glared. After a few looks you hung your head down, not wanting any more attention.

He leads you out of the of the living room and down yet another always, stopping at the first door. He opens it to reveal a very tiny room. Dusty as fuck, with a small cot and a small dressed. You had one lamp on the dresser for light and a black bag laid out on the cot.

He leans in close, his hot breath against your ear. “Your outfit” he whispers. “You have two minutes to change" he says before closing the door, leaving you in the dark. You have no windows to shine some light in as the sun rises, so you’re left with making your way to the lamp.

Finally reaching it, you quickly turn it on before unzipping the bag to reveal a rather skimpy maid’s uniform, almost like the one you would wear to a bar on Halloween.

No. Nope. No way, you were not wearing this.

You swung the door open, seeing Kai standing there with a confused look on his face.

“Why aren’t you dressed?” He asks, clearly unamused.

“I’m not wearing that.” You deadpan. I’m not some whore” you spit.

Kai quickly slams you against the door? His hand squeezing your chin and cheeks together.

“You’re whatever we fucking say you are. You have no choice. Unless you want to see what’ll happen if you refuse to listen" he snarls into your ear before letting your face go.

“Get dressed" he snaps.

You rush back into the room, Kai slams the door behind you. With tears threatening to fall down your cheeks you strip out of your pajamas you were still wearing and trade them in for the skimpy outfit.

The thing just barely covers your ass, your tits are almost popping out, not to mention it was tight. You were embarrassed to be wearing it, but you really didn’t want to know what would happen to you. You just knew Kai would be good on his threat.

Opening the door, Kai smiles smugly, but he is not alone. The other man with him also had a smirk on his face while looking you up and down, eyeing you like you were a piece of meat.

He bites his lip as you wrap your arms around yourself, feeling even more exposed than you did while you were alone.

“Baekhyun stop scaring the girl" one says walking up to you. “I’m Lay, the doctor. I’ll be showing you around and letting you know where you can and cannot go.” He says giving you a small smile.

You like him. He’s the one of the only ones who hasn’t stared at you like they were going to rip you apart.

He begins walking down the hall, all the doors closed. You can only assume they’re bedrooms.

“Unless given permission, do not under any circumstances go in any of these rooms” he says, his voice serious. “Bathrooms, kitchen, dining room, living room are all places you can clean. There are lots of men here everyday but only nine of us live here" he tells you. You nod along.

Only nine. Great.

“Can you cook?” he asks.

“Yeah" you answer.

“Usually Kyungsoo cooks but we get tied up sometimes and he doesn’t feel like it.” He says. “All the supplies you’ll need are in this closet. And whatever you do, don’t go into the basement.” He finishes before walking away.

You guessed you’d start with the kitchen since that was likely one of the messier rooms. You grabbed your supplies before making your way to the kitchen. You can feel the eyes on your body as you walk through the living room. You keep your head down, only peaking up when you need too.

**

You spent your time on the kitchen, making sure everything was done correctly. The cabinets were cleaned, the oven deep cleaned, dishes were done and put away, floors were scrubbed, fridge was cleaned. You saved the easiest thing for last, wiping the counters. You sprayed them down before washing them thoroughly.

Your work is halted by the feeling of someone behind you.

“Excellent job princess" he says, his voice deep.

“Thank you" you let out a small whisper.

“I like your outfit” he says, you can hear the smirk in his voice.

“Chanyeol, stop creeping out the maid. Let’s go, Suho needs us" you hear Lay calling for him.

“Until next time" he whispers before leaving to meet up with Lay.

You let out a sigh of relief. This job was going to be hard and there was no guarantee you were going to make it out alive.

**

A few hours later the boys returned and you were told you could be done for the day. Lucky for you, Kyungsoo was back and you weren’t needed to make dinner. You retired to your tiny closet, immediately laying on the bed.

You’re only laying there for about 20 minutes before you hear a small knock at your door. You open it up and are surprised to see Lay standing there with a rather large plate of food.

“I thought you’d be hungry" he says, handing the delicious smelling meal to you.

“I am, thank you" you whisper, wanting to inhale it all now.

“Just bring the dishes to the kitchen when you’re done" he says before nodding his head and walking away. You sit on your bed, savoring the taste of the food until every last piece is scraped off your plate.

Taking your dishes to the kitchen, you quickly wash them and put them away before heading to bed, falling asleep rather quickly.

**

A few weeks have gone by since you’d be taken to pay off your brothers debt, and things had started looking up. Despite the creepy men who always watched you work, you had been becoming semi friendly with some of the boys.

Baekhyun, Kai, Chanyeol, and two new guys to you, Xiumin and Sehun were relentless with their heavy flirting but you had learned to brush it off. Suho was always locked in his office, you really never saw him unless it was for dinner or the rare occasion they had a meeting in the living room. Lay was always busy in the basement, considering everyday at least one person was brought in with a gun shot wound or having been stabbed.

You were starting to feel comfortable, even if they were in the mafia and killed people. You knew they could turn on you if they chose. But in reality you had no choice but to be there, so you took your chances.

You had been cleaning down the hall from Suho's office, dusting sculptures and paintings when you heard a small groan from the office.

Walking down the hall, you notice his door is half open. You were going to ask if everything was alright, but you were a little distracted by his head thrown back and his hand wrapped around his cock.

You let out a small gasp on accident, which made him jerk his head up, looking you dead in the eyes.

“I-I'm so sorry.. I’m going to go" you stutter before turning around to run out.

“Wait" he growls. You turn around, looking up at the ceiling to avoid eye contact.

“I was thinking about you. The way you look in that little outfit, the way you bend over in front of me and the boys” he groans.

You could have possibly been flirting back with them but you hadn’t thought much of it.

“And?” you ask with a small smile, brave enough to look him in the eyes.

“Why don’t you come over here and help me" he smirks, leaning back in his chair, placing his hands behind his head.

You step into his office a little more before closing the door and locking it.

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[ao3feed-kyman]

You Shine On (Kyman)

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/35hF154

by Believemeitsover

"I've found a dead body. It's someone I know, and it looks like murder."

***

"Hey... Jew?" are the two nervous words that fall out of eighteen year old Eric Cartman's mouth and open this unsettling tale. He and his secret "special" companion simply happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time when they stumbled upon the mortifying fate of a classmate. Now they are living in a conservative, homophobic South Park that is controlled by two violent gangs - The Razors and The Cobras - and to top it all off, there's a killer on the loose.

Is there any hope for two innocent queers to finish their last year of highschool and leave town undiscovered?

Words: 2006, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: South Park

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M

Characters: Kyle Broflovski, Eric Cartman, Kenny McCormick, Stan Marsh, Leopold "Butters" Stotch, Wendy Testaburger, Clyde Donovan, Tweek Tweak, Token Black, Bebe Stevens, Kevin Stoley, Craig Tucker, Red (South Park), Goth Kids (South Park), Father Maxi (South Park), Officer Barbrady (South Park), Original South Park Character(s)

Relationships: Kyle Broflovski/Eric Cartman, Stan Marsh/Wendy Testaburger, Kenny McCormick/Leopold "Butters" Stotch, Craig Tucker/Tweek Tweak, Clyde Donovan/Craig Tucker, Clyde Donovan/Bebe Stevens, Token Black/Clyde Donovan, Clyde Donovan/Kevin Stoley

Additional Tags: My First South Park Fic, Supernatural Elements, Murder Mystery, Murder, Investigations, Police, Gay, Gay Panic, Homophobia, Forbidden Love, Gangs, Gang Violence, Aged-Up Character(s), Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Implied/Referenced Cheating, Recreational Drug Use, Cheating, Self-Harm, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Mental Health Issues, Depression, Anxiety, Anxiety Attacks, High School, Serial Killers, Fluff and Smut

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/35hF154

[ao3feed-ateez]

by Wonho-BEBE (Eccentric_Bambi)

Alpha Centauri. An alien world just like Earth. Perfect and shining, but plagued by mystery and corruption under the dark influence of hidden greed. Four hundred years after The Great Merge, the joining of Earthling and Centauran. Fifteen boys born on different parts of the planet find themselves together in one place, but at odds with one another as two strong forces opposing one another for control. Yet they are forced to come together to save their planet from conspiracy, tragedy, and the literal end of the world.

A great and terrible invasion threatens the peace of the new World. Draconians. A slave running and destructive species infamous for destroying planets from the inside. And they have their eyes set on Alpha Centauri.

Can the two groups put aside their differences in time to save the planet?

Words: 1763, Chapters: 1/11, Language: English

Series: Part 4 of NSFW KPOP ENTRIES

Fandoms: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS, ATEEZ (Band)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M, Multi

Characters: Park Jimin (BTS), Jung Wooyoung, Kim Namjoon | RM, Kim Seokjin | Jin, Jung Hoseok | J-Hope, Kim Taehyung | V, Jeon Jungkook, Min Yoongi | Suga, Park Seonghwa, Kim Hongjoong, Jeong Yunho, Kang Yeosang, Choi San, Song Mingi, Choi Jongho

Relationships: Jung Wooyoung/Park Jimin (BTS), Kim Namjoon | RM/Kim Seokjin | Jin, Jeon Jungkook/Kim Taehyung | V, Jung Hoseok | J-Hope/Min Yoongi | Suga, Kim Hongjoong/Park Seonghwa, Choi Jongho/Kang Yeosang, Choi San/Jeong Yunho, Choi San/Jeong Yunho/Song Mingi, Choi San/Song Mingi, Jeong Yunho/Song Mingi, Min Yoongi | Suga/Park Jimin, Choi San/Jung Wooyoung

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Space, Aliens, Alien Culture, Alien Planet, Planets, Terraforming, Outer Space, Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Drama, Gangs, Violence, Gunshot Wounds, Conspiracy Theories, Revolution, End of the World, Saving the World, Angst and Romance, Action & Romance, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Smut, Eventual Smut, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Minor Character Death, Top Park Jimin (BTS), Bottom Jung Wooyoung, Switch Park Jimin (BTS), Switch Jung Wooyoung, Gratuitous Smut, Shameless Smut, Porn With Plot, Porn with Feelings, Dom/sub Play, Teasing, Wax Play, Sex, Rough Sex, Rough Kissing, Sex Talk, Come Swallowing, Dirty Talk, Aftercare, Alien Sex, Alien Biology, Rare Pairings, Crossover Pairings, Alien Romance, Alien Character(s), Alien Park Jimin (BTS), Human Jung Wooyoung, Alien Jeon Jungkook, Human Kim Hongjoong, Hybrid Kim Taehyung | V, Hybrid Jung Hoseok | J-Hope, Human Min Yoongi | Suga, Alien Kim Seokjin | Jin, Hybrid Kim Namjoon | RM, Past Relationship(s), Break Up, Post-Break Up

[shineebebe]

Monsta X Clubbing

SHOWNU:

This guy would not be pleased with your revealing outfit first off.

Like he’d be pleased but not with the way other way men would look at you.

He’d sit at the bar and insist you go and dance with your friends.

But he’d eventually give in after you pouting and bribing him with sex.

He’d be so awkward on the dance floor bless him but he’d try

“Hyungwoo, you know how to dance. Stop trying to be so manly.” Cause he’d be doing that step to the left, step to the right dance to blend in.

Once he was buzzed he’d definitely start enjoying himself. 

He’d start babbling about how he was afraid to get too drunk as the leader as he drinks more alcohol the cutie pie. 

“Oh my god this is crazy!! Why have you never taken me here before?!”

He’d have a huge grin on his face, knowing he was dancing with the prettiest girl there and going home with her too.

Wouldn’t get too frisky with you but he’d definitely squeeze your butt and show every guy looking at you that you were a taken lady.

And he wouldn’t forget that you promised him sexy time when you got home.

WONHO: 

Astonished at how well you do shots. The boy can barely keep up.

His jaw is on the table with how quick you down the tequila.

He gets drunk so quick but a soppy drunk.

Grabbing your shoulders with wide cute eyes like

“No I love you! Like I really fucking love you. I’m being serious! Stop laughing at me!” 

Completely ignores all the girls trying to hit on him at the bar.

He’s polite of course but he explains he has a beautiful girlfriend waiting for him.

Not shy on the dancefloor at all.

Boy works it with his hands all over your butt as you grind together.

Your eyes meet and his bright smile disappears as he leans in to make out with you for about 2 hours. 

You make a little frustrated moan and he gives up trying to tame himself.

Most likely to ditch the club early to have drunken sex with you at home.

And make you take care of his hangover in the morning.

MINHYUK:  

His eyes would pop out of his skull at your LBD.

The most supportive boyfriend ever on the dancefloor.

“Yes baby! Baby girl you look so hot right now!”

Takes 100 pictures with you.

Screams “THIS IS MY SONG!” at every song that comes on.

The classic ‘jumping up and down’ dancer.

A messy drunk. The boy pours more liquor down his shirt then he does in his mouth.

He’s super silly with you on the dancefloor. You’d be snapchatting him trying to vogue in hysterics.

When sexy music comes on he’d pull the straps of your dress down and leave hickeys all over your chest oops

He’ll insist he’s not that drunk all night but when you finally make him leave he won’t know where the hell he’s going.

Most hungover in the morning.

KIHYUN:

This guy wants to buy drinks for all his boys and his beautiful lady. 

Toasts to Monsta X before all of you get hyped up and down to party.

After a couple of drinks he keeps putting his hand on your lower back and telling you how lucky he is to have you. 

“Wow I’m sooo fucking lucky. You’re so kind and beautiful. Just wow I’m the luckiest man on the earth babe. I love you so much.” 

On the dancefloor he’ll twirl you around about 20 times per song. 

He licks his lower lip as he stands back and watches you dance to the beat.

He spots the clubs photographer and practically drags you to get a picture.

You try to pose but he pulls you against his chest and steals a kiss.

The others find you on top of him in the bathroom after that cause he made your heart melt.

The two of you end up making loads of drunk friends and find all the weird pictures you took with them in the morning.

HYUNGWON: 

Socially awkward H.One would be the hardest to make dance, blushing and shaking his head.

So plan B is getting him so drunk that he thinks it’s a brilliant idea and it works.

In fact he dances so hardcore that it surprises you and the other members, you barely recognise him.

His wide smile and laughter makes you elated. When he’s relaxed he’s the most excited puppy, going wild and swinging his long arms in the air.

Holds your bag and wait for you while you take forever to pee and tell other girls how great they look.

“What is it with you ladies taking an hour in the bathroom? Why can’t you just do what you gotta..” You shut him up with a deep kiss and his face goes bright red.

He smells so damn good that you keep pressing your body against him as you dance and he doesn’t mind it at all. 

Apart from the fact that you’re making him hard so he has to disappear for about 10 minutes. 

Least likely to be hungover in the morning. Just tired and cute with sleepy eyes. 

JOOHEON: 

Drunk Jooheon can go two ways. 

He’ll either be the cutest dimple king making cute faces to you all night or be the bad boy rhythm man being all aloof and sexy.

No matter which persona comes out, he’ll keep you in his sight all night and insist on paying for all of your drinks. 

He’ll want to tell you how stunning you look but he’ll find it hard to find the words to say and it won’t help that he’ll be extremely drunk.

So he’ll keep gazing at you with his deep eyes and kissing your cheek 

Sloppy, heated kisses on the dancefloor with this man unf damn you Jooheon

 Has a fetish for seeing you twerk (or at least attempting to am I right ladies) 

He’ll be in heaven with the loud R&B music and the prettiest girl he’s ever seen. 

He’ll take you out to the smoking area but not to smoke.

He’d just like to be alone and have you sit on his lap, laughing while you slur his name.

I.M: 

So the maknae of the group would be able to handle his drinks quite well.

But you know he’d still encourage the boys to do stupid things like drink a fish bowl to themselves and mix their drinks.

Doesn’t mind making a bit of a fool of himself on the dancefloor. He’s young and in love.

Although he knew he’d be carrying your heels around because your feet would hurt after an hour. 

And then he’d be scared of you cutting your feet on something so he’d actually piggy back you when you needed to walk somewhere.

Encourages you to pace yourself on the drinks but he knows you’re definitely going to throw up in the morning regardless.

He doesn’t need to be wasted to whisper in your ear how great your ass looks in your skinny jeans and how if you weren’t so drunk he’d take you outside and have his way with you which makes you real hot.

He kisses you very slowly, like you two are the only people in the club and leaves the fun stuff until when you’re aware of your name again. 

Will forever tease you about you telling him you wanted to eat his dick like a free breakfast buffet.

Of course you don’t remember saying it...but it isn’t a lie

[jewel-s-blog]

about me + bias list

 hi there, I’m jewel :)

she/her/hers ・ 20 ・ kpop (writing) blog

Yes, Jewel is my real name although my parents admit I was supposed to be named elizabeth but changed their minds last minute after I was born how cute and I’m currently in university. I study political science and japanese for those wondering (because yes, I am japanese and it’s helpful when you live in hawaii to have that degree yk?). If any of this stuff is even mildly interesting and you have any curiosities, pls feel free to ask me!

I try to write some things when I can, so feel free to take a look at my masterlist. I also read A LOT of fics on this site, so also peep my recs if you feel like it. Warning: its mostly fluff and angst and almost always includes smut but there’s some really good stuff worth reading still! 

Feel free to talk to me :) i don’t have any kpop friends irl :( all my friends are locals smh 

I try my hardest to be active as much as possible but it’s taken me over a year to finally get used to tumblr lol marklee and i both struggle with complex technology i guess Of course, there are times when I get busy with college and will probably seem to drop off the face of the planet exam season kills but now that I’ve been in quarantine for a month, I figured now is the best time to start building an active tumblr routine. 

That’s all for now! Keep reading below for my bias list :)

xoxo, jewel <3

Bias List 

Before I begin, I will warn that this is basically a giant NCT shxtpost. With LOTS of hyperlinks for educational purposes and absolute crackhead-ery. I’ll eventually make a separate list for other groups I stan, but this blog is mainly NCT and this is already so long so I’ll leave it as this. Enjoy!

Biases are bolded in the beginning of each unit, so you can skip everything after if you don’t wanna see my ramblings following it.

A/N: After biasing nearly every member in NCT/WayV I’ve settled for now on my biases for each unit. This will most likely rotate fairly regularly as I literally fall in love with a different member every day cited here. solo stan? I don’t know her.

ULT

Jaehyun  *ahem excuse me i mean* 

Johnny Suh, it’s official. Don’t know how to explain, but I love everything about him. In the end, it’s always him. damn i sound like y/n thoughts but istg it’s true From SM Rookies to NCT Life to MV behinds, he’s the one. But I’ve also come to realize that I find myself most relatable to him as a person and I think that’s why no one else can trump him wow narcissist much jewel It’s kind of just my gut feeling. It also helps that hes the fluffiest tall, muscular tight booty hottie on the planet. See this black on black dance practice for further scientific explanation even in this jaehyun trying to wreck me so badddddd

Not gonna lie, I HAD IT BAD FOR MARK LEE still do and yet Johnny overcame that. If mark lee were my first love, johnny is my soulmate.

UPDATE! 

Lee Jeno has officially been added to the ult list. *See the entirety of my april activity on my sns accounts if you would like to see how this happened haha :)

NCT U  

im in love with him bc he literally reminds me of my boyfriend -- i like chill guys ok

Taeil is my little teddy bear who looks great in red hair and has a voice form heaven. Evidence? Here you go. He didn’t stand out to me much in the beginning because I was either deaf or blind but after Chain, the game was OVER. +moon taeil in shorts?? serve them thighs honey. Love you bebe tomato <3

BUT Doyoung is the #1 bias wrecker here because have you seen his cover of beautiful on masked singer?? have you?? if not, let me educate you. Also his collab with Sejeong?? Literally the cutest MV ever, perfect for Christmas, listened to it every year since it’s release.

Listen to Coming Home - NCT U for further scientific evidence that NCT has top vocals in the kpop industry.

NCT 127

THE Jung Jaehyun. For reasons that need no explanation. but ill give it anyway smh

After watching the performance of herin and jaehyun singing a whole new world I knew that was it for me. (I still watch it once a month for my jaehyun-related health and to honor SM’s biggest loss, seo herin and ji hansol but thats for another conversation) back to jaehyun His vocals are unique in NCT and bring a nice color to their songs, the man looks good in literally anything, and I’ll probably say this about every member, but I love his dance style--body rolls for days sis. Definitely my ideal type, which my boyfriend is 100% aware of; no secrets in my relationship ofc which explains the wreckage. Pretty sure 81% of the fandom gets wrecked by him daily, so I think I’ll stop here. 

NCT Dream 

Renjun.  why? i just think he’s neat but no really, it was this performance (ok actually this got me ALL SORTS OF WRECKED) and this fancam that had me falling in love with him but were gonna ignore the fact that I get bias wrecked DAILY by all the other members  GOd-tier vocals, personality for daysssssss, variety KING HUANG RENJUN. Safe to claim that I go into renjun feels about 3x a week. Check my twitter for proof. +dnyl renjun was a blessing and I sometimes cant believe that it actually happened. How do I explain?? He’s literally the best boy, but when he gets all worked up....let’s stop there before I have to go to confession again.

But for fun, lets list why I have biased every dream member at some point shall we? (in no particular order) Dream might just be my ult group, songs always bop, members at star quality 

mark- yes i am including mark bc he was the reason i even started stanning dream dreamies leader since mmc days, mentor, A1 rap skills, ad libs go crazy, unparalleled dancing style, hardest worker, cutest watermelon advocate ever, all around amazing person can you tell he used to be my ult? + he’s a good christian boy and my catholic *ss has to confess my sins for being a simp for him 24/7

chenle- vocal GOD, most steady live vocals in kpop, laugh to die for

jeno- i cannot resist his eye smile i wanna cuddle and onstage charisma-2:54 “let’s goooooo” and i alskfdfjlkdldkfa. 

jaemin- “other than my members, i don’t have any friends” and yet he’s literally the most caring and wonderful little puff in existence fight me pls dont im a pacifist 

heachan- idk why but donghyukie feels like he could be my best friend and also cant stop staring at him in their dance practices his body proportions are unreal and his vocal ad libs?? don’t even get me STARTED on heachans vocals

jisung- he is my son, but also my son’s vocals?? MWAH that voice got me second guessing if he’s really my son 

WayV 

Ten Chittaphon Leechaiyapornkul another member where it kinda just....happened? In the end I was like “damn, when did you sneaky bugger get in my heart?” He’s got a similar vibe as Johnny AND DO NOT COME FOR MY THROAT FOR SAYING THAT THATS MY OPINION Like Johnny, I see myself in Ten. There are so many reasons why I love Ten, so I’ll make it simple and provide them to you. 

Reason 1 - Performance/dance  he just hit different, he’s THAT good. Reason 2 - vocals the amount his vocals has improved?? UNMATCHED. Reason 3 - INTELLECTUAL (still trying to find the clip of him talking about different kinds of love) Reason 4 - multi-lingual KING ok so this vid is him struggling in mandarin, but imagine, you speak thai and english and learn korean to debut and all of a sudden your agency says “ok learn chinese now.” MANDARIN IS ONE OF THE HARDEST LANGUAGES TO LEARN. Reason 5 - bad b*tch he just radiates bad bitxh energy in everything he does, and I appreciate a bad bitxh

BUT I love wayv’s chaotic energy and chemistry so much that I literally love them all dreamies watch out 

+special shoutout to xiaojuns vocals in Love Talk

+kun being a dimpled zaddy (jaehyun&kun type CONFIRMED)

+lucas holding binoculars like THAT @ 1:10

+yangx2 doing THIS (prepare to be blown away)

+hendery being a the best teacher 

+winwin BEING WINWIN THE DANCE GOD 

+winwin AGAIN and with Ten here i don’t even think i have to say that i tweeted about this everyday for a month and im still not over it. This specific dance really allowed winwin to shine even though ten is my bias. It really allowed others to see the fruit of his classical training even in modern dance which he never trained in. Not gonna be repetitive and SCREAM  say that he’s underrated, because we all know that already. Just show winwin some love, ok? thank you.

And so finally, we’ve reached the end. Phew, this took me almost 5 hours to put together because I definitely got carried away. For those who made it all the way to the end, thank you, I love you. It’s so messy and I don’t have the mental capacity to do anymore editing but I hope you got something from this massive post <3 Feel free to let me know what you think! xoxo, jewel

[ao3feed-cryde]

You Shine On (Kyman)

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by Believemeitsover

"I've found a dead body. It's someone I know, and it looks like murder."

***

"Hey... Jew?" are the two nervous words that fall out of eighteen year old Eric Cartman's mouth and open this unsettling tale. He and his secret "special" companion simply happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time when they stumbled upon the mortifying fate of a classmate. Now they are living in a conservative, homophobic South Park that is controlled by two violent gangs - The Razors and The Cobras - and to top it all off, there's a killer on the loose.

Is there any hope for two innocent queers to finish their last year of highschool and leave town undiscovered?

Words: 2006, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: South Park

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M

Characters: Kyle Broflovski, Eric Cartman, Kenny McCormick, Stan Marsh, Leopold "Butters" Stotch, Wendy Testaburger, Clyde Donovan, Tweek Tweak, Token Black, Bebe Stevens, Kevin Stoley, Craig Tucker, Red (South Park), Goth Kids (South Park), Father Maxi (South Park), Officer Barbrady (South Park), Original South Park Character(s)

Relationships: Kyle Broflovski/Eric Cartman, Stan Marsh/Wendy Testaburger, Kenny McCormick/Leopold "Butters" Stotch, Craig Tucker/Tweek Tweak, Clyde Donovan/Craig Tucker, Clyde Donovan/Bebe Stevens, Token Black/Clyde Donovan, Clyde Donovan/Kevin Stoley

Additional Tags: My First South Park Fic, Supernatural Elements, Murder Mystery, Murder, Investigations, Police, Gay, Gay Panic, Homophobia, Forbidden Love, Gangs, Gang Violence, Aged-Up Character(s), Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Implied/Referenced Cheating, Recreational Drug Use, Cheating, Self-Harm, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Mental Health Issues, Depression, Anxiety, Anxiety Attacks, High School, Serial Killers, Fluff and Smut

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[shineebebe]

Japan Trip

(Excuse the title I had no fucking clue what to call this :’) Okay so this was an idea from a follower that I really liked. It’s fluff with a smut theme. I wanted to write smut but writers block so I hope you still like it.)

The sheer curtains blew gently in the warm, night breeze. With a lush hotel suite that had double doors on to a balcony, over looking the ocean and the magical night sky, you were in awe of the world. You forgot sights like that existed in real life and when you turned around after hearing your boyfriend of half a year, Jonghyun, walk in to the room, you forgot beautiful sights like that existed. He had nothing but a white fluffy towel wrapped around his waist and droplets of water dripped down his toned, tanned body in the most sensual way; you couldn’t help but stare. He’d taken you along to Japan while his group were touring; you had a feeling he’d taken you there and got a room with that view for a reason. You were a virgin and hadn’t gone very far with your boyfriend yet, despite being with him for a while and being deeply in love with him. Perhaps things would change. Jonghyun smirked to himself when he saw your eyes sizing him up from his pink kissable lips to the bottom of the towel that covered his modesty. His charismatic dark chocolate eyes sparkled as he looked at you, licking his lower lip as he thought. 

“It’s late baby. Come to bed?” 

He said before sitting down on his side of the queen sized bed. Though, Jonghyun was far from tired. You knew what Jonghyun was thinking, you could see it in his face. He was giving you the sleepy eyes, the ‘I want you’ lip bite and honestly, it made your knees tremble. He was such a sex god, you even wondered yourself how you hadn’t had sex with him yet and then you remembered that with each base you hit, you got increasingly nervous, so much to the point where you felt sick. 

“Sure Jongy, I’ll be back in a moment.” 

You replied with a blush dominating your face. He made your legs as wobbly as jelly just by being around you. You hurried in to the bathroom, your hands clinging on to the sink as you took a deep breath. The cooling night air helped you clear your mind; you were over thinking everything. If anything to happen between you and Jonghyun that night, you’d stop him if it felt wrong and if it felt right, you’d let it happen. It was sex with your boyfriend; it wasn’t a big deal, right? After brushing your teeth and combing your hair, your eyes wondered over to the clothes you brought with you on the trip. The whole trip, you had a feeling that you might end up being intimate with Jonghyun and so you brought a silky nude night gown with black lace that stopped just above your knees. You bit down on your lower lip as you brought it out of your suitcase, wondering if it too much out of your comfort zone. Jonghyun was sure to go crazy over it; he got giddy over you wearing tight jeans or a top that showed just a hint of cleavage. Slipping it over your body, you caught a glance of yourself in the mirror. It was different, the night gown was sexy, made for a woman who knew what she wanted. This woman was indecisive, not knowing how she felt and what to do but no matter what, she was safe in her boyfriends hands. 

Jonghyun had to look twice at you when you walked out, just to check that he wasn’t imagining things. His eyes lit up. You looked beautiful, sexual, angelic. He was lost for words.

“Jagiya...”

Jonghyun stood up to get a better look at you, eyeing your body up just like you did when you saw him in his towel earlier. He’d put some light pyjama bottoms on but left his upper body topless to stop himself from getting too hot whilst he slept. His jaw dropping abs on display made it hard to concentrate. Jonghyun’s fingered the soft lace above your cleavage, his tongue slowly running across his lower lip in desire. Your breath hitched, not being able to look away from his handsome face. 

“You look stunning. Is this new?” 

He asked as his hands began to travel downwards, following the graceful curves of your body. His gentle touch made you tremble. You nodded, feeling your pulse race, goosebumps spreading like fire over your skin. 

“I like it, a lot.”

Jonghyun uttered, his hands coming back up to hold your waist, his cocoa eyes glimmering with his attraction for you. Beguiled by your beauty, his lips slowly moved closer to yours. Jonghyun wanted you; you could feel the sparks radiating from his skin, shooting electricity on to your body. Cupping your cheek affectionately, he placed his lips upon yours, trying his best to be gentle but in reality he wanted to ravish you. With your eyes closed, you sunk in to the kiss, his lips were plush feather pillows that made you feel on top of the world. Wrapping your arms around Jonghyun’s shoulders, you let your body take over, your lust for him spreading between your legs. The kiss was so amazing that you hummed sensually against his lips. Jonghyun took this as a sign that you felt comfortable in his embrace and deepened the kiss whilst his hands began to run under your night gown. His touch made you shiver. It was a new, blissful sensation to you. His fingers had never gotten so high up your thighs before. Jonghyun expressed his hunger through the kiss, your lips beginning to feel sensitive; he was demanding your mouth, claiming you as his woman. Oh lord, did he love you. You couldn’t help but moan loudly, your body was pressed against Jonghyun’s bare chest and he was oozing sex appeal from every pore. The tips of his fingers played with the elastic of your nude,  silky panties. It was hard to breathe. He was so close to touching your womanhood and though you were extremely aroused, your panties being soaked from your intense wetness, it all just felt like too much. His love was so powerful and that feeling only became more alert when he grabbed your hips dominantly, rubbing his clothed rock solid erection against your crotch. In that second, you had to push him away from you.

“Jongy...”

You panted heavily. 

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry jagi.” 

He apologised instantly, knowing he’d gotten a little too excited. 

“No no, please don’t apologise Jongy. It’s me. God, why can’t I do this?” 

You dropped on to the bed, covering your eyes with your hands. All you wanted was to give Jonghyun what he wanted like normal girlfriends did but you were too nervous, too shy and you felt extremely guilty for it. 

“Because you’re not ready baby and that’s more than okay.” 

You felt Jonghyun sit next to you and pull you closer to him, allowing you to rest your head on his shoulder. Wanting to make you smile again, he placed a sweet kiss on your forehead before pecking one on your nose. He beamed when you giggled. All he wanted in life was to make you happy and the thought of you feeling angry at yourself for not going further with him, quite frankly, started to break his golden heart. 

“We can still cuddle and kiss and that’s all I want.  But I do really like this...”

He touched the fabric on your thighs again, in awe of how stunning you looked. The gown made you look so playful and seductive; he could definitely get used to you wearing more things like that. You couldn’t help but smile when you noticed the way Jonghyun still gazed at you with stars in his eyes. 

“You’re so beautiful, you know that? And obviously, I’m not just saying that to get in to your panties.” 

Jonghyun teased boyishly. Playfully, you hit him on the shoulder before tackling him back on to the bed. He made the most of the amazing moment by placing the sweetest goodnight kiss upon your lips and silencing you. You felt your heart swell with love at that moment and it wasn’t long before you were finally ready to be one with him. 

(Just a note to say that all boyfriends should be like this if you’re in a similar situation. Yay for consent and all that good stuff) 

[shineebebe]

Stay

(A/N: I put out this idea a while ago and someone recently said I should do it so I tweaked it a bit. Tiny bit of angst but mostly fluff. Includes daddy taemin...as in real father lol.) 

Taemin let himself in to your house, ready to watch your three year old, Harry, while you got ready for the first date you’d had in almost four years. 

“Harry?!” 

Taemin called out cheerfully, his voice echoing through your kitchen.

“Where’s my favourite little man?!” 

Of course, Harry came running towards the sound of his fathers voice with a huge grin on his adorable, plump face. 

“I’m not a little man daddy! I’m a pirate! Arghhh!”

Taemin beamed, chuckling at his son, realising he was getting such a wild imagination. 

“Woah! Captain Harry I surrender!”

 Taemin put his hands up before hauling him in to his arms. Harry’s conception was complicated to say the least. Taemin used to be your very best friend, joined at your hip 24/7. The two of you met in your music class in college, attended the same university and practically lived in each others student accommodation because you became so close. All of that changed soon after you graduated. Everyone was throwing their own ‘goodbye and good luck’ sort of parties; everyone loves an excuse to get wasted and of course, you and Taemin went to every single one together. You never saw him go home with girls and whenever boys hit on you, it never seemed right to go out with them. For some reason, you felt like you belonged to Taemin; that it would all happen with Taemin. Well, it went something like that. 

One wild weekend, you were ready to leave the party, so drunk that you could barely remember your name. You grabbed Taemin by the arm, getting his attention as he was stood talking to a group of mutual friends. He was buzzed, you could tell by the redness of his cheeks and the top of his ears but he was no where near as intoxicated as you were. 

“Taeminnn. Hey, I’m gonna go home. I’ll see you tomorrow.” 

You planned to walk back to your dorm as it wasn’t so far away. Instantly, Taemin’s smile dropped, his eyes widened with panic. He held your arms, pulling you to the side.

“No no! Don’t go! Stay, please?” 

He placed his hands together to beg. 

“But..B..I’m tired.” 

You explained, your head thumping; you weren’t sure if it was the alcohol or the extremely loud bass music. 

“You can sleep here! I’m sure there’s a spare bedroom somewhere...I’ll wake you up when everyone’s going home I promise. Please, just stay?” 

He was acting strange; he’d never been so insistent that you stay at a party with him. Taemin was looking at you with his big puppy dog, deep brown eyes and pouting with those plump pink lips, it was making you feel funny inside. The more you thought about it, the more you noticed that he always wanted you to stay with him. He’d never go anywhere without you.

“Why do you want me to stay?” 

You asked, holding an intense gaze with him. His eyes glistened with desire, the kind when you really need someone. Gently, he took your hands in his and uttered: 

“Because you’re the most beautiful girl here and none of this would mean anything without you.”

The next thing you knew, you were making out with your best friend on a strangers squeaky double bed, your dress rolled up around your waist and his crotch pressing in to your wetness. Suddenly, you didn’t feel so drunk anymore. You were utterly, completely lost in the moment. Taemin’s kiss made you wake up, your body becoming so responsive to his touch, your hands exploring every bit of taemin’s perfect physique. His lips kissed your neck sloppily, in a rush to explore your body with his lips; he couldn’t get enough of you and by the way you panted heavily, grabbing clumps of his hair in your hands, you were addicted to him too. It felt so right; removing his clothes and placing sweet kisses across his chest. In the dim light, your shadows danced on the wall. The reflection of the two of you making love was something you’d never forget. No one had ever looked at you like he did and made you feel as special, so sexy and desirable as he did when he made passionate love to you. He was amazing, your everything but the second the condom broke, someone else was about to take your life by storm.

“Playing pirates without mummy?! Time to walk the plank, the two of you!” 

You teased as you entered the room in one of your old favourite black dresses and heels that made the balls of your feet burn. Taemin’s eyes widened when he saw you. Everything seemed to move in slow motion while his heart pounded so fast. It had always felt like that to him, since the day he first laid eyes on you. 

“(Y/N), you look...where are you going?” 

He asked timidly. Of course he jumped at extra time with his son but when you said you needed him to watch Harry, it never occurred to him to ask why. Instantly, your mouth went dry, a lump rising in your throat. You couldn’t look at him. After all, he knew why. He knew in his heart that you weren’t going to be single forever.  

“Out.” 

You uttered before putting on a smile for your son who was loving time with his favourite person. Taemin was an amazing father to Harry. He always wanted to spend time with him, he bought him everything he wanted and needed, he adored him. It wasn’t the way a normal family should be but it was working. Your child was happy and loved; that’s all you wanted from life. Taemin’s eyes shone with disappointment, nodding his head slowly in understanding. 

“I...I don’t want you to go (Y/N).” 

You’d heard it before; the pleading Taemin did when he wanted something so badly, the way he wanted you.. His voice was solemn. You chose to ignore him, spraying perfume on your neck and checking your hair in the mirror. You wasn’t strong enough. Taemin kissed Harry sweetly on the head before putting him on the couch with his plastic pirate sword to play. 

“I want to talk...we never talk anymore.” 

He confessed, walking up to you and tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. You hated the way your heart fluttered when he touched you. 

“About what, Taemin? You don’t want me to go out because you haven’t found anyone else.” 

You bit at him through a hushed tone, not wanting to upset your little boy. Taemin put his head down. You heard him sigh loudly. 

“That’s not the case, you know that (Y/N). You know that I could never stop loving you.” 

His voice was heavy with his longing for you.

“Don’t say that.” 

You said sternly, your stomach clenching, struggling to breathe. Those three words were so hard to hear from him. The difficulty was that the two of you were both so confused during your pregnancy. You were confused about how to express your feelings, how you were going to raise Harry, what you were both going to do about your careers. Being friends was easy, it was normal, but being in love was frightening and you were scared enough back then with a newborn baby. Taemin told you he loved you when you found out you were expecting Harry. You fell apart, you couldn’t handle it. It messed you up.  He kept trying to tell you how he felt for the past two and a half years but you didn’t want to hear it; you couldn’t bare to give him everything and risk it falling apart. 

“I love you. I’ve loved you from the beginning, I’ll love you until the end. What’s so hard about this? You’re the mother of my child. I want to marry you. I want a family with you.” 

“Taemin.” 

You practically sobbed, gazing in to his eyes that were glued to you. To him, you were flawless. When he gazed at you, he saw his future.

“Give us a chance (Y/N). I know you’re afraid. Baby, I am too but.. you and Harry are all I can think about, all I love. I won’t stop until you’re mine. Please, please.” 

Your eyes teared up, smudging the eyeliner and mascara that you had just applied. You tried to hold back your sobs but it was impossible. All the things you never knew you wanted to hear just came out of Taemin’s mouth and your heart was swollen with adoration. Well, that was your date ruined if you were going to go to it. As a tear rolled down your made up cheek, it was gently wiped away by the father of your child and your love who still looked at you the way he did that night when he refused to let you leave his side. 

“Okay, let’s try this. But don’t you dare break my heart Lee Taemin, because I love you too.” 

The smile on Taemin’s face made the sun look dim, brightening the whole world up and making your heart melt. There was no use resisting your smile as Taemin held you in his arms, his soft, plump lips hovering so close to yours. 

“Daddy! Mummy wants you to kiss her!” 

Harry squealed, watching the two of you excitedly whilst waving his sword around in the air. It was the first time he’d ever seen his parents get close in front of him and even though he was so young, he knew this moment was incredibly special. The two of you giggled, admiring your charming, witty little boy. Harry was the apple of your eye to the two of you, the precious gift that brought you together. Taemin’s attention soon turned back to you and when he placed his lips upon yours, you were back at that party again, falling deeply in love with him. His kiss was passionate but soft, cradling you in his arms and pressing his warm body against yours. It was truly amazing; the feeling that you were at the right place at the right time, finally. Everything you ever wanted was yours.

“Daddy. Why is mummy’s tummy so big?” 

Your four year old questioned as he clumsily clambered on to the bed you shared with Taemin. It was six in the morning but it was okay, your belly made it impossible to sleep and Harry was your personal alarm clock. Taemin pulled him on to his lap before ruffling his deep black hair. They both had the same, adorable, sleepy eyes.

“Because your baby sister is in there.” 

Taemin replied, pointing to your swollen bump. Harry’s jaw dropped dramatically, his eyes wide in horror. 

“Mummy’s eaten my sister?!” 

Harry cried, making you laugh out loud. He had such a huge imagination. 

“No silly. She’s just staying there until she wants to come out. She’s shy you see.” 

You explained to him as well as you could without confusing your little one. 

“Ohhh! She shouldn’t come out until she’s ready. I understand.” 

A little boy and a baby girl on the way; it was a dream. One of each, what more could you have asked for? Oh yes, a perfect fiance. You couldn’t resist making another cherub on the night he proposed to you. This time, you were sober, sure of everything and head over heels in love. You were right, it was all meant to happen with Taemin.

[shineebebe]

Young and in love

(Fluff. Jooheon’s madly in love and all the members want to know about it.) 

Jooheon sat comfortably on the plush lavender sofa, his eyes falling to the floor as he smiled to himself, his eyes crinkling as his lips curled. Everyone was waiting for Kihyun to finish up some of his parts for shine forever in the recording studio.

“Yah, what are you looking so happy about?” 

Wonho questioned, his eyes looking suspicious, putting his yeezy phone down beside him. 

“He’s in love.” 

Minhyuk answered for Jooheon before messing up his caramel hair on purpose and teasing him. Jooheon laughed, moving away from the troublesome Minhyuk. His wishful thinking came true when he received a text from you, his phone vibrating on the wooden table. Jooeheon jumped to his phone, his heart pounding, and opened your message in seconds. If he was trying to hide the fact he was infatuated with you, he wasn’t fooling anyone. Jooheon’s adorable smile gave everything away as he texted you back, his eyes sparkled with glee as he was swallowed up by this magical bubble that he never wanted to pop. 

“It’s her isn’t it?! Let me see the messages!” 

Minhyuk cried excitedly as he reached out his hands to take Jooheon’s phone, only to be disappointed when Jooheon put it away in his pocket before Minhyuk could grab it. Shownu emerged from the men’s room in his lounge clothes and propped himself between Minhyuk and Jooheon. 

“So tell us, what does it feel like? Love.” 

Shownu asked, making, Minhyuk and Hyungwon giggle like children but not the deep members of the group like I.M and Hoseok, instead, they propped their heads on their elbows and gazed at Jooheon who honestly didn’t know how to describe it. The handsome man chewed at his lower lip, racking his brain as he tried to think of where to start. 

“It’s true what they say...about knowing they’re the one when you meet them. You just know, you know?” 

Jooheon started, leaning forward and engaging with his members like he was about to open up his treasure chest of secrets. His friends’ eyes widened as he began to explain how he felt.

“You know...when you’re with them. You just want to be the best, the best person you can be. You’re fascinated by their beauty. You feel their touch not just on your skin but in your heart. Even when they speak, you could listen to their voice for hours.” 

As Jooheon talked, his mind drifted to the blissful morning he had with you before he had to leave. He felt his heart throb at the memory of you cuddling up to him with sleepy eyes, your arms around him in bed and uttering those sweet three words in his ear. Like you knew he was thinking of you, you replied back, making his phone buzz in his pocket. The guys saw his face light up as he brought his phone out immediately.

“You can’t stop speaking to her! Do you think about her all the time?” 

Shownu asked, eagerly trying to peer over Jooheon’s shoulder at what he was saying to you. 

“I think about her all day, every day.” 

Jooheon answered honestly, still concentrating on his phone. He wasn’t ashamed to admit you were always on his mind.

“What about?” 

Asked Minhyuk, making Jooehon sigh and his mind race, going over everything he thought about you in an average day. 

“Her laugh, her smile, the funny things she says...everything.” 

Hoseok leaned back, his head sinking in to the plush cushions on his seat and uttered: 

“I want that.” 

“Me too.” 

I.M agreed with Wonho, wishing he had a pretty girl to obsess over and text all day. 

“Are you going to marry her?” 

Hyungwon questioned before receiving digs from the others that it was a stupid question, that it was way too early to ask something like that but Jooheon just shrugged his shoulders and was nonchalant about it. 

“It’s only the beginning between her and I but I won’t lie. I can see it. I think she’s the one.” 

The conversation was broken by Kihyun coming out of the studio and raising his eyebrow at the way everyone was so deep in thought, especially Jooheon who looked too happy to be sane. 

“What have you guys been talking about?” 

Jooheon’s stomach refused to stop fluttering as he knocked at your front door later that night with an obnoxiously big bouquet of summery flowers in his hand. Just the thought of seeing you made his pulse thump, his heart screaming with excitement. 

“Jooheonie!” 

You cried before throwing your arms around him. The sound of you saying his name was one he could listen to forever. He hugged you as well as he could without squishing the flowers, closing his eyes and basking in the warmth of your arms. 

“Are those for me?” 

You asked, admiring them as he passed them to you. Jooheon nodded, adoring how cute you looked when you smiled. 

“Baby! What’s the occasion?” 

You asked before taking his soft hand and leading him in to your home. Jooheon stood in the hallway, his eyes turning in to TV animated love hearts as he watched you try to fit them all in to a vase. 

“I don’t need an occasion. I love you.” 

He walked up to you and passionately pulled you in to his arms, making you gasp. Your heart had never pounded so hard as you stared in to his ‘make love to me’ eyes. His plump lips moved achingly slow but ever closer to yours. 

“Say it again.”