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short nâ sweet

Iâm going to write seventeen stories inspired by songs from sabrina carpenterâs album short nâ sweet. If you would like to help me pick which boy gets each song go head and fill out this form.
all stories will be +18 for adults only, will contain smut and adult content, MDNI.

15 minutes
đ©đđąđ«đąđ§đ : jeon wonwoo x afb.reader, ex!yoon jeonghan x afb.reader (past relationship)
âOr you could do both. Go suck the life out of him and then tell him you like him. Youâre really good with your mouth. Your head game definitely made me emotional more than once.â He pats your back.
đ đđ§đ«đ(đŹ): friends with benefits, angst, romance, smut

sharpest tool
đ©đđąđ«đąđ§đ : xu minghao x afb.reader
I When things with Xu Minghao were good, they were great. The bad part was never fully understanding what you were to him. A âsituationshipâ according to the Oxford dictionary is: a romantic or sexual relationship that is not considered to be formal or established.
đ đđ§đ«đ(đŹ): friends? with benefits, angst, romance, smut

might let you make me juno
đ©đđąđ«đąđ§đ : kim mingyu x afb.reader
If you love me right, then who knows? I might let you make me Juno. You know I just might. Let you lock me down tonight. One of me is cute, but two though? Give it to me, baby
đ đđ§đ«đ(đŹ): romance, smut, porn with some plot

coincidence
đ©đđąđ«đąđ§đ : wen junhui x afb.reader
The second I put my head on your chest she knew, she's got a real sixth sense. Now her name comes up once, then it comes up twice and without her even bein' here, she's back in your life. Now she's in the same damn city on the same damn night
đ đđ§đ«đ(đŹ): angst, friends to??, smut, romance
#seventeen smut#seventeen x reader#Seungcheol smut#scoups smut#jeonghan smut#Joshua hong smut#hong Jisoo smut#junhui smut#Soonyoung smut#hoshi smut#wonwoo smut#jeon wonwoo smut#Jihoon smut#woozi smut#Minghao smut#the 8 smut#Mingyu smut#Seokmin smut#seungkwan smut#Lee chan smut#Lee dino smut#sns
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ALL MINE â XU MINGHAO àż
summary. minghao is yours and you are his... his only.
wc. 3.5k
warnings. jealous!hao <3 f!nger!ng, oral (f. receiving), a lottt of possessiveness, kinda mean dom!hao, sub!reader lots of teasing, unprotected s2x, creamp!e, pet names, other members having a crush on uâ MINORS DNI 18+
note. happy me weekend ^^ enjoy this fic of my beloved (or donât, ur choice) reblogs and feedback r so greatly appreciated <3 also @toruro ily
minghao doesnât like sharing. he hates it. especially when it comes to you. youâre his, for his eyes only. itâs the only reason why he refuses to bring you to hang out with his other friends. seokmin canât keep his eyes off you, mingyu latches onto you like a puppy in love, jeonghan teases you and makes you giggleâ a sound that wouldnât be as infuriating if it wasnât caused by another man.Â
âi wanna see them, too, hao,â you pout after he tells you heâs going out with some of the members.Â
for some reason, minghao feels his stomach churn. why do you want to see them so badly?
he doesnât want to be controlling, not in the slightest, but he feels his blood boil every time his loser friends try to make advances on you. itâs not your fault youâre a doll, of course, but thatâs all the more reason to keep you to himself.Â
he sighs, âitâs just dinner, baby, chan and vernon wanted to try this new restaurant and mingyu invited meââ
âstill not hearing an excuse as to why i canât go?â you interrupt, furrowing your eyebrows. âcâmon hao, i havenât seen them in weeks âcause youâve been gatekeeping them.â you whine from the bed, watching him mess with his hair in front of the mirror.Â
if only you knew how ironic this was.Â
eventually, he gives up and allows you to tag along and itâs very apparent how unhappy he is about it. you can tell with his stoic expression and how quiet he is on the drive there. youâre partially worried as to why he was so insistent on getting to stay home, but those worries fade once you see chan, vernon, and mingyu sitting at a table waiting for the two of you.Â
minghaoâs arm wraps around your waist as soon as the small group notices you making your way over. you look up at him confused at his sudden switch in behavior, but ultimately decide against saying anything.
âY/N!â mingyu cheers, standing from his chair quickly to greet you with a bear hug.
you beam, giggling as he pulls you from minghaoâs death grip just to put you in another, âhi, gyu!â you attempt to say, but itâs muffled into his large chest.
when he finally lets go to greet your boyfriend, you look over to vernon and chan and greet them as well, âhi channie, hi vernon,â you smile at them sweetly and they canât help but smile back while greeting you, both of their cheeks heating up.Â
you soon feel minghaoâs touch on your skin again, and all of a sudden youâre closer to him than you were before. you look up at him for the second time, a look of concern painting your features, âhao?â you murmur.Â
he ignores your call, âsit at the end next to chan, love,â he tells you instead. he canât have mingyu slobbering all over his girl.Â
mingyu protests sitting back in his seat, but minghao isnât having it. he gently pushes you to the empty seat at the end of the table while he takes the empty one next to mingyu.Â
dinner goes well. for you at least, and itâs hell for minghao. heâs usually so patientâ it takes so much to get him worked up, but with every giggle that leaves your mouth and every single look the boys send your way, he feels the temperature of his blood rise.Â
the last straw was chan offering to take you to see a new movieâ as if minghao would let that slide.Â
before you could respond to the question, minghao scoffs loudly, âyeah, no.â
he doesnât want to be that boyfriend. he doesnât want to forbid you from hanging out with anyone. especially not his best friends. in fact, he should be happy that all of his friends love you, but thatâs not what really pisses him off. itâs the fact that most of his friends want you that has him fuming.Â
he abruptly stands from his chair, pulling out his wallet to throw a few bills on the table, âbaby, i donât feel that great, do you mind if we leave early?â his voice pleading as he looks down at you with a frown.Â
you take in his expression and you instantly feel bad. âyeah, âs okay, we can go.â you murmur, standing to your feet. âbye everyone,â your smile doesnât reach your eyes, yet you do so anyway at their confused faces before taking minghaoâs hand.Â
he says his goodbyes and pulls you out of the restaurant, hurrying to the car.
youâre not sure what to say as you notice his tight grip on the steering wheel. you donât want to ask if heâs angry because he very obviously is. you say the only other thing you think will help, âhao⊠âm sorry,â
he immediately softens at your voice, knuckles returning to their original color as he eases up. âwhat? why are you sorry, love?â
you frown, âwell, i know you didnât want me to come and i get it⊠some people donât wanna mix their love life with their friends âcause it gets messy.â you ramble in one breath. âi donât wanna cause any problemsââ
âbaby, stop, i could never be mad at you, are you kidding?â he turns his head from the road and glances at you for a slight second. you catch a glimpse of his face and you can tell heâs being dead serious. âY/N⊠i know you donât see it, but my friends are attracted to you.â
âwhat?â you sputter incredulously. âno they arenât!â
he rolls his eyes, âthey most certainly are. i canât blame them, though, youâre beautiful, butâŠâ he mumbles as you beam at him.Â
âbut?â you question, a tiny, hopeful lilt in your voice.
âbut⊠youâre mine.â he states roughly, feeling his anger bubble up again. âyouâre mine and it pisses me off that they think they can have you,â he nearly growls. âthey donât deserve you.â
he was jealous? it made a bit of sense, you think to yourself, but the possessive way he spoke of you⊠that was new.Â
youâre not sure what turns you on the most about the profound concept, but it does. you feel your face burn and your stomach swirl in anticipation. you feel your ego boost and the words come out of your mouth before you can comprehend. âand you do?â you say teasingly. âdeserve me, i mean?â
âoh, sweetheart,â he croons, a small smirk playing on his lips. âof course i do.â
minghao knows heâs the best for you. he knows it in the way you never want to leave his side. he knows it in the way heâs made you smile every single day the two of you have been together. he knows it in the way he makes you scream and cry and shake while you cum for him every night.Â
he has no problem proving it to you when you get home, pushing you against the cold door and instantaneously pressing his lips against yours, forcing his tongue into your mouth. the way you let out a gaspy moan of surprise has his cock twitching as if itâs begging to be inside of you already. you relish in the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck to invite him in deeper. his arms move to pull you into him, letting your tits press against his chest.Â
you donât really remember how he got you to your room- you can recall the slight stumbling and the way he tightly gripped your body- but you could honestly care less. the only thing you care about is him and the burning desire in your body to just be one with him. the clothing he impatiently shreds off your body donât matter as long as he fucks you soon.Â
you whimper softly as he shoves you onto the bed before removing his own clothes. you watch him strip and, god, you feel so fucking lucky. the mere sight of him has you clenching around nothing while your arousal soaks through your pantiesâ the only piece of clothing he left on your body.Â
you feel like you might be able to keep your composure for a bit longer before he slips his cock from his boxers. this time, you moan, âminghao!â your pussy drools and drools and it just wonât stop. his length is so prettyâ itâs long and flushed a pretty pink color at the tip. you understand now that you donât want him. you need him.
âwhat is it, love?â he sends you a faux pout, hand languidly stroking himself up and down.Â
âplease,â you whine.Â
his head cocks to the side as he feigns innocence. âplease what, baby? you have to tell me what you want.â
âjustâŠshow me âm yours⊠show me, please.â you exhale, biting your lip as soon as the words exit your mouth.Â
he doesnât react for a second, but then you see his hand halt and the mocking pout is replaced with a smile. not the endearing kind of smile that he usually sends your way, no, this was different. this smile was sinful⊠unholy even.Â
he coos gingerly. âoh? you want me to fuck you?â the condescending tone is masked with that syrupy sweet voice that has your stomach doing backflips. you feel so small under his sadistic gaze and you would hate it if it didnât turn you on so much. âwant me to fuck you till all you can think about is your hao making you feel good?â
you let out a tiny gasp before sending him a pretty pout. your bottom lip juts out while you eagerly nod your head at him.Â
âsay it.â he demands while dipping into the mattress, his hand ghosting up your leg causing goosebumps to arise on your heated skin.Â
âyesâŠâ you whisper as his hand gets closer and closer to your ruined panties.Â
clearly unsatisfied with your answer, he reels back. âno.â he says gruffly, shaking his head. âsay it. all of it.â
you whine again, growing desperate, âyes! yes, hao, want you to fuck me stupidâ please? please fuck me, wanna be yours, only yours,â you buck your hips slightly in hopes that heâll finally give you what youâve been craving.Â
it feels like youâve been waiting a century for him to respond, your mind going to your wildest thoughts. thoughts of him pumping you full of his cum, marking your skin so bad that (even with all the makeup in the world) you couldnât hide them, fucking you till you see starsâ but as soon as you feel his hands tug at your panties, you come back to earth.Â
âgodâ fuck, baby,â he groans as he sees your slick cunt. a string of your arousal clings to your panties as he tries to pull the soiled material off. âwhoâs got you this wet, hm?â
as if he didnât fucking know.Â
âyou, baby, only you.â you gasp, body heating at the fact that heâs about to touch you. âhao, please, canât take the teasing juâ shit!â
minghaoâs two fingers plunge into your sopping heat, instantly curling inside of your gummy walls. his fingers are soaked immediately and you know because you can feel your wetness beginning to seep from your hole every time he pulls them out. Â
his fingers, his handsâ theyâre so much bigger than yours. itâs incomparable. the way he can fill you with just his two fingers while three of yours donât do the same has your head spinning.Â
when he curls his fingers in that spot, you mewl and he knows to keep going. he hits your g-spot over and over and over till youâre clamping around his fingers, ready to explode.Â
âgonna cum for me, pretty?â he pants, extremely turned on by the sight of you twitching and jerking just because of two of his fingers. âgonna let go and soak my fingers, right? âcause youâre mine?â
âmhm!â you whimper, nodding your head, unable to give him the verbal response.
his thumb finds your clit and rubs harsh circles into the bud while relentlessly finger fucking you into oblivion. you gasp, moaning out his name over and over till it dies on the tip of your tongue.
your thighs tremble and before you know it, youâre cumming all over his fingers on a high pitched squeal. your pussy tightens, halting his movements and you shake while grinding on his hands to ride out your orgasm.Â
âfuck, youâre gorgeous, look so pretty like this,â he nearly moans, pulling his fingers out of you. âcan you give me more?â
ây-yes!â you exclaim, stuttering since youâre still recovering from your euphoric high. âplease, more. i wanâ more.â
he hums, hooking his arms under your knees, eyes lust-ridden as he looks at you, âwhat do you want now, love? my mouth or my cock?â
you ponder for a minute, debating on the options. you want to say both because god only knows how his cock fills you so nicely. how it always hits all the right places that turn you into a whimpering mess for him. his mouth, though, is heaven-sent. the way heâll tongue at your hole and his nose bumps your clit gets you so messy, something you both love.Â
meekly, you ask, âcan i have both?â Â
he tsks, but he canât hide the smile on his face, âgreedy girlâŠâ
he doesnât wait for your reply, immediately positioning himself in between your legs to eat you out. he presses a tiny kiss to the inside of your thigh and your heart warms at the domestic gesture. even though heâs done it a million times before, youâll never get over the fuzzy feeling it gives you.Â
when his mouth wraps around your sensitive clit, you inhale sharply, holding it in your lungs. he moans at the taste of your arousal and cum mixing on his tongue.Â
his delicate noises send shockwaves through your entire body and your hands canât help but fly to his head, fingers threading through the silky hair. when his mouth moves to shove his tongue into your leaky hole, you fully choke on a gasp.Â
âhngg, baby,â you cry softly, arching your back and subtly grinding into his face. the grip he has on your legs tightens as he tirelessly sucks and slurps on your arousal. with your eyes screwed shut, you throw your head back and moan, âfuck, l-like that!â
he hums again, âpussyâs sâgood,â he mumbles into your cunt. âtell me how you feel.âÂ
the vibrations of his words prove to be too much as they make you whine again. âso so so good, mouth feels so good, hao, love it so much!â you babble, words slightly rushed and slurred. âfuh-fuck, and you, haoâ i love you so much. only you.â
he chuckles against your heat, digging his fingernails into the plush skin of your thighs. your stomach churns as your eyes shut close. youâre teetering on the edge of another orgasm and you fear your brain may turn to mush.Â
when you open your eyes again you notice heâs looking up at you, stars in his own like heâs completely enamored of you. his tongue drags up your slit slowly before he reaches your puffy, swollen clit. he groans against you when your grip in his hair tightens, tugging harshly at his scalp.
he flicks his tongue against the bud, loving the way your thighs tremble in his hands. you whine and try to buck your hips against his mouth for more. your attempts at grinding against his face prove to be futile when he pins you down and detaches his mouth from your needy bud.Â
âno no, baby, keep going!â you whine, trying to push his head back, but he shakes your hands off his head. you pout, âgonna make me cry, hao, please keep going,â
he smirks, âthen cry, baby, donât stop on my account.â he says, untangling from your legs. âyou were the one who said you wanted both, did you not?â
you whine again, âi did, but i wanted to cum!â
âi think i spoil you too much, loveâ you just came, no? donât tell me you forgot already,â
âyou donât spoil me enough, hao,â you huff with a frown. âi didnât forget, i just wanted to cum againâŠ.â
âand you will if youâre a good girl,â he says, hands grabbing at the backs of your knees to push your legs toward your chest. ânow are you gonna stop being a brat and let me fuck you, or do you still have more you wanna complain about?â
you shake your head, âiâll be goodâŠâ
âthatâs my girl.â he coos, aligning his cock with your hole with a big smile on his face. you gasp feeling the tip press against your aching cunt, but before he continues, he whispers, ânow tell me one more time just how bad you want my cock.â
you curse under your breath, obliging with rushed words. âhao, i want it so badâ you know i want it, please donât tease. i wanna feel you.â you plead.Â
minghao smiles brightly at you, head spinning at your words. he loves the conformation, loves knowing that he has you wrapped around his fingers. he loves knowing youâre all his to fuck and tease forever.Â
and so he pushes into your tight cunt, letting the tip stretch you open before cautiously filling you up with his cock. you sob, velvety walls wrapping him up into a tense hug as you clench around him. Â
âfuck,â he moans, dragging out the word as he bottoms out. the head of his cock reaches deep, scraping against your spongy sweet spot. âbaby, fuck, youâre so tight.â
you moan, clenching him tighter. âjust fuck me.â
he grunts at the demand, pulling out and slamming into you roughly, âdâya forget your manners, sweetheart? my cock has you so stupid you forgot how to say please?â he nearly spits as he begins to set his pace.Â
you choke on your words, throwing your head on to the pillow and arching your back. âs-sorry.â you mewl out and it seems as if the apology makes his speed pick up. with every passing second, you feel him fuck into you faster and faster. the room quickly fills with your joint moans and the sound of his balls slapping against your sloppy pussy.Â
heâs quiet for a while, just moaning and grunting, but all of a sudden you hear him growl and feel his thrusts get sharperâ deeper. âlook at me, baby.â he says breathily.Â
your eyes crack open and you're met with minghao hovering over you, face close to yours. his breath fans across your face and he stares at you intimately. his gaze is so hard and lust-ridden that you almost feel yourself melt into a puddle under him.Â
his lips ghost against yours, âthink anyone could ever fuck you like this?â
ân-no, god, never,â you whine, feeling your brain empty with the way his hips slam against yours vigorously.Â
he groans, cock twitching at your response. âthatâs right. you know why?â
you probably would know the answer if you didnât feel like you were ascending into another dimension, so you dumbly ask, âw-why?â
he punctuates his words with hard thrusts, the tip of his cock now fully hitting your spot with rigor and precision. âbecause youâre mine. all fucking mine.â
you cry, body jolting with every thrust into that spot. âfuck, hao! iâm gonna cum again, please donât stop.â
he moans out your name, giving you more and more, âyeah? gonna cum for me? am i making you feel good?â
you sob loudly, nodding your head and letting your eyes close, ây-yes! uh-huh, gonna cum just for youâ makinâ me feel so good, hao, fuck,â
you can nearly taste your orgasm, feeling your stomach tighten and your pussy clench tightly around your lover's length. it quickly bubbles up in the pit of your tummy and when you hear him breathily demand, âcum for me, pretty baby,â thereâs nothing you can do to stop your release.Â
you cum, coating his cock in honeyed arousal as you shake and tremble under him. the moans that leave your mouth are so pretty and minghao feels himself going crazy. youâre all his. only his. heâs beyond lucky that heâs the only one who gets to see you like this.Â
it has his cock twitching, and without warning, heâs pressing his cock all the way inside of you, spraying your walls with his warm release. he lets out a soft whimper when you clamp around him even tighter, keeping him trapped between your worn, messy walls.Â
âhao,â you whine mindlessly, body still twitching under his.Â
âbaby,â he replies back, panting out the pet name.Â
you swallow a whimper, mumbling out, âthank you⊠for showing me âm all yours.â
his heart squeezes in his chest and he chuckles at your words, âanytime, my love.â
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Kinkuary Day 4



AN: Given how much this man touches people's necks, this was a given. Also, I have been experiencing a bit of Hao brainrot lately so this came up at the perfect time lol.
Synopsis: Xu Minghao is not typically what you envision when you think of the word 'fuckboy.' However, with how often you've found yourself in his bed, the term fits him to a t. Not that you're complaining.
General tags and warnings: Xu Minghao x Fem! Reader, university au, non-idol, (sort of) friend with benefits! Minghao and this is pretty much pwp.
Primary kink: Choking.
Smut tags and warnings: hair pulling (f. receiving), biting (f. receiving), mentions of clawing (both f. and m. receiving), some manhandling, overstimulation (f. receiving), mild dirty talk, choking (f. receiving), dacryphilia if you squint and piv sex with a condom (I know, who am I?).
Word count: 1.8k.
I will block you if you are a minor and/or have no easily visible indication of your age on your blog if you interact with me in any way.
You really did intend to spend tonight catching up with your friends.
Mingyu and Seokmin have been begging you to catch up with them for ages now and, you always feel like you've kicked two giant puppies when you apologise to them and have to decline every invite to hang out. Between essays and attending lectures all in an attempt to earn your Honours, you've barely had time to be a human being these past few months.
The two of them always understood. Because of course they did. They're probably the two kindest men you've ever met and, it's all just made you feel like even more of an asshole for constantly turning them down.
It doesn't help that you've been more than happy to spend time with their other friend either.
Calling your relationship with Minghao friendship would be generous. Frankly, it's a miracle the two of you can manage to stand each other given his disposition for cynicism and fondness for mocking your taste in music. However, to put it crassly, he's hot. All seemingly never ending dark locks, masterfully applied eyeliner and chipped, black painted fingernails. Considering your past ârelationshipsâ with men like Seungcheol, Chan and even Mingyu that one summer, it's safe to say your friends were more than a little surprised when they noticed you and the perpetually stoic man gravitating towards each other.
âAm I boring you?â Minghao's words cut through your momentarily guilt swiftly. Long fingers winding themselves in your hair and tugging hard enough to provide a pleasant sting.
âNâNo, I ahâ,â your train of thought is interrupted by an especially harsh snap of his hips, his tip brushing against the part of your walls that renders everything but, him white noise. You claw at his sheets while he continues to fuck you into his bed. The obscene sounds of his hips snapping into your ass echoing throughout his bedroom. Luckily, the music blasting outside is more than enough to drown out whatever noises the two of you typically have to muffle.
âGood to know,â he laughs breathlessly into your ear, biting down on the lobe in time with his other hand gripping one of your breasts hard enough for the slight pain of his fingernails to shoot straight to your clit. If he wasn't holding onto you so fiercely, you're sure you would've fallen face first into one of his pillows by now.
You know Minghao fucks around with other people so, you're not going to delude yourself into thinking he's especially ravenous tonight because it's been a couple of weeks since the two of you have fooled around. However, it's hard not to think that way when he sinks his teeth into your shoulder while kneading your breasts in his massive hands. It's especially hard not to think that way when he's thrusting into you so deeply that you're sure you can feel him in your lungs and you're dangerously close to cumming again.
Sometimes, Minghao's phenomenal observation skills are great. Mostly, however, he uses them to drive you closer and closer to insanity.
âClose already?â He snarks against your skin, one of his hands snaking its way down your stomach to lightly brush your swollen clit. You reaction is immediate. A broken moan ripping itself from somewhere deep inside of you while your walls clench around him like a vice. He's barely touching you but, it's still enough for the network of knots in your core to grow tighter and tighter again.
âHao,â you pant, your eyes squeezing shut when he graces you with more pressure on your clit. The circles he's drawing are lazy and slow but, it's better than nothing. You'll happily take what you can get at this point. âPlease, I'mâ It'sâ I'm so close,â you gasp out.
You're already too far gone to really pay attention to what he's saying but, your heart does leap into your throat when you feel the familiar weight of his hand around your neck. That simple gesture alone is enough to violently shove you over the metaphorical edge. Somewhere in the distance you can hear him curse behind you but, your brain is too busy breaking into a million pieces to really pay all that much attention.
It's easy to forget how strong Minghao is sometimes. In these moments, where he keeps you from crumbling into a heap on his bed while your body is hit with wave after wave of release, you're appreciative of that fact.
ââmaking a mess on my sheets,â are the first words your muddled brain can make out when you start to come back to your body. Everything is still a haze (and the purple lights decorating his room definitely add to that feeling) so you just barely register him manoeuvring you on your back. Still trying to catch your breath, a sweaty, eyeliner smudged Minghao entering your line of sight isn't helping matters.
He kisses you before you can think to do or say anything else. God, you'd almost forgotten how fucking great of a kisser he is. Full, plump lips leaving no room in your mind for anything but, him while his large hands spread your sticky thighs to allow space for him to comfortably position himself between them. He smirks against your mouth when you gasp in shock at the single thrust it takes for him to fully sheath himself inside of you again.
âAlways so tight,â he groans, dragging himself out slowly enough for you to feel every vein of his cock before snapping forward. All you can think to do is claw at his muscular back while he fucks you into his bed once more. You're veering dangerously close to overstimulation territory but, you know from experience that that's what Minghao is hoping for. Precise thrusts making sure to hit that spot inside of you that causes your pussy to flutter around him and tears to build in the corners of your glossy eyes.
Minghao watches every twitch in your face like a hawk. Drinking every furrow of your brow and part of your lips in as though he needs them. Typically he's better at holding off his own release but, it's been far too long since he's fucked you and the way you're gripping him like you want to milk him for every last drop shoots sparks to the very tips of his fingers. However, he has to make you cum at least one more time on his cock before he lets himself go.
Everything in you seizes up for a brief moment when Minghao wraps his hand around your neck again. Blinking your eyes open takes a great deal of effort (when did you even shut them?) but, it's worth it to see him like this. Minghao is always hot but, when he's all sweaty and his eyeliner is smudged on his handsome face, he looks out of this world.
The air in your lungs vanishes in an instantly when he tightens his hold on your neck. His fingers burn every bit of skin they touch and the lack of air is making it increasingly difficult to focus on anything that isn't Minghao and his cock.
ââso fucking beautiful,â is all you hear before his mouth crashes into yours and his fingers apply more pressure. Sometimes, you wish he'd push your limits a little more but, between his cock continuing to bully your sensitive walls and the light-headedness you feel, you can't complain too much. God, would it be so terrible to spend the rest of your days with his hand around your neck? You don't think so.
You quickly shove that insane thought aside. His muffled groans and breathy curses add to the growing wetness you can feel leaking out of you onto his sheets with every precise stroke of his cock. However, it's ultimately his thumb pressing against your pulse that makes you fracture around him all over again. Noone has ever made you squirt but, you think this is the first time you've come dangerously close to doing so.
Minghao does not let up this time. Continuing to fuck you through your release, kissing away the stray tears that roll down your face due to the all-encompassing overstimulation. You don't think you can cum again right now but, with the way he continues to choke you through this already intense orgasm, he seems to be putting all of energy into trying to get you to cum again soon.
âHa-Hao,â you choke out, teary eyes meeting his wild ones while he chases his own release. âIâIt'sâI'mâ To-Too muâmuch,â you babble out between broken moans and watery whimpers.
You've always (sort of) joked that Minghao has a very obvious sadistic side. He's never agreed with you but, he's never outright denied it either. Now, when he moans out a string of curses along with your name, you don't think he has much of a leg to stand on. He still has the presence of mind to drop his hand from your neck before nuzzling into your neck. Mouthing at whatever skin he can while his body jerks with every rope of cum he shoots into the condom he hastily put on who knows how long ago.
It's the smart, safe option obviously but, sometimes, when you're by yourself, you wonder what it would be like for him to paint your walls white instead.
The rush of oxygen must be getting to your head.
âFuck,â is the coherent first word he pants out before pulling out of you and rolling onto his back. The pleasant pain of a thorough, good session already starts to set into the apex of your thighs and, you're honestly tempted to just pull his blanket over your body and crash. However, you two don't do sleepovers. It's become an unspoken part of your arrangement. Plus, you really should actually go spend some time with Seokmin and Mingyu. They're probably worried sick by now.
âWhere are you going?â He croaks out, watching you with one eye as you crawl to the edge of his bed. You choose to ignore the way your clit zips back to life at the scratchiness in his voice. You know better than to look back at him right now. You really might just wind up under him again.
âTo clean up and get dressed?â You ask back, confusion colouring your voice. You still don't look at him.
âRelax, you don't have to be in such a hurry,â he responds, grabbing your wrist and tugging you back into his bed. Your heart leaps to your throat when he awards you with a throaty chuckle, your hand reflexively coming to rest on his sweaty chest as you slot yourself comfortably into his side.
Well, you're sure Mingyu and Seokmin will understand.
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imagine ur about to peg minghao for the first time but youâre teasing him a lot and then u make him beg for it⊠i just wanna see him beg heâd be stubborn at first but give in cuz heâd get so desperate

youâre having a stare down with your boyfriend. a naked stare down.
heâs on his back, eyes narrowed as looks into your own.
âiâm not fucking you until you beg for it.â
minghao scoffs and rolls his eyes at you. heâs painfully hard and leaking precum onto his stomach yet still pretending heâs unaffected by your teasing. you know the picture of you towering over him, wearing a strap on, must do something for him⊠but heâs too stubborn to admit it.
you push your hips forward and press the head of the silicone dildo into him again, watching closely as he bites his lip to suppress the moan that threatens to escape his lips when you do.
âbeg for me and iâll keep it in,â you promise.
âno.â
so you retract your hips, smiling to yourself when you hear him whimper.
heâs starting to lose control, you can tell. you just have to pull at the thread a little harder to make him fray completely.
this time, you reach out and take his cock in your hand, stroking it a couple of times. minghao tenses and holds his breath. his eyelashes flutter as he struggles to keep his eyes open, hips bucking of their own accord.
âp-please,â he whispers.
itâs so quiet youâre almost convinced youâve started hearing things. almost.
âwhat did you say?â
âi said please,â he repeats, cheeks burning with embarrassment.
âplease, what?â
âplease⊠fuck me.â
itâs a sorry excuse for begging and you both know it, but itâs a big step for minghao so you decide to reward him. you slide your cock into him again, a little deeper this time.
âth-thank you, baby,â he sighs in relief, dick twitching against his stomach
âyou have to beg some more if you want me to move, though.â
âwait, what?â
âyou heard me. and you have to beg for real this time.â
âbut babyââ
âyou can pout about it all you want. iâve got all night.â
#answered#anon#seventeen smut#svt smut#minghao smut#xu minghao smut#myungho smut#the8 smut#the 8 smut
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Eden's Favorite Minghao Tumblr Fics
updated: 4/13/2023
Main A/N: check out the full svt fic recs masterlist for some of the other members. warning i'm a baby carat so its not super full yet and i currently have only some members posts created currently. will be updating with more fic recs periodically. :)
Temporary A/N: Also, I don't have a lot of fics linked yet. :( Will continue reading and updating periodically.
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avant-garde by @hoyoungy
Pairing: painter!minghao x reader
Genre: fluff, comedy, college au, artist au
Wordcount: 4,102
Summary: you find beauty and meaning to the most boring place on earth when a romantic stranger helps you understand the artist behind one of the paintings on the wall.
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minghao + historical au by @husbandhannie
Pairing: duke! minghao x f! reader
Genre: series, fluff, smut (in some parts), historical au, scene-by-scene (in some parts)
Total Wordcount: 1.1k + 2.5k + 2.3k + 1.9k
Warnings: | bloom : none, really. thereâs a kiss. | chĂ©rie (M) : oral (f receiving), fingering, virgin!reader | the poet (M) : fingering, virgin!reader, reader gets anxious in the beginning | mon amour (M) : fingering, intercourse, readerâs first time, talks of having children, reader basically passing out (but itâs normal) | a day later (M) : references to sexual acts, but nothing happens. mostly fluff.
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The Syndicates Collection
Collection Details: This collection contains individual fics with each member of SVT paired with a different reader that occur in the same universe/AU and timeline. Each story is a stand alone, but three of them do have a connected/overarching plot. You do not need to read all of them to understand what's going on, and all of the fics can be read as standalone one shots.
Rating: 18+ Minors are strictly prohibited from engaging in and reading this content. It contains explicit content and any minors discovered reading or engaging with this work will be blocked immediately.
Collection Warnings: Criminal behavior, morally gray characters, murder, depictions of violence and murder, general violence associated with mafia/criminal activity, recreational drug sale and use, depictions and mentions of death, recreational drinking and drug use - each individual fic will be heavily tagged and warned appropriately. ]es, people etc. Seventeen members are not Seventeen culturally, intellectually, physically, or representationally in my stories, and should be considered name and face stand-ins for made up characters.
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gym sex with mingyu and minghao
why đ do đ you đ hate đ me đ?
cw; mingyu x minghao x f reader - semi public sex, size kink, thigh riding, breast play/tit fucking, oral (m receiving), praise kink, pet names
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âGood fucking girl. Yeah, just like that.âÂ
You whimper to Mingyuâs warm breath next to your ear as he praises you. His hands on your bare hips while you grind your wet pussy down on his thigh. Mingyu grins to your sounds, his eyes find the mirror in front of him so that he can enjoy the view even better. It was almost sinful the way you were riding his thigh as if it were his cock.Â
Minghao smirks down at you, his eyes traveling over your body with a stifled groan when his eyes finally fall to between your legs where you sit over Mingyu on the weight bench, your back against his chest. This hadnât been the plan, but he wasnât complaining. Stepping forward, Minghao coos at you when you finally look up at him, your mouth falling open as Mingyu pushes you down over his thick thigh.Â
âSo pretty. Every part of you is pretty.âÂ
Your smile causes the man to groan once again, his cock already heavy in his palm as he tries to think about how he wants to use you. Glancing down at your breasts, bouncing slightly to your movement over Mingyu, Minghao grins, running his fingers down your chest to circle one of your nipples. He relishes in the lewd sound that falls from your lips as you enjoy the feeling of his long fingers on your skin.Â
âGive me your hands, baby. Mm, there you go. Spit on my cock, ahâŠfuck, good girl.âÂ
With your hands pressing your breasts together, Minghao marvels at the line of spit that connects the head of his cock to your lips. Shaking his head, the man bites at his lips, spreading his stance so that he is low enough to slide his cock between your soft breasts using your spit to thrust smoothly.Â
Mingyu sighs out a groan that slips into a laugh at the sight in the mirror in front of him. It was better than any dream he had ever had. Watching Minghao fuck your pretty tits while he watched your perfect pussy rub over his thigh, as he felt your wet arousal sliding along his skin. Leaning his head back, Mingyu curses, feeling himself leaking pre-cum profusely in his shorts.Â
âHoly shit. Baby, cum for me. Be our good girl and cum. I wanna fuck you so bad.âÂ
Furrowing his brows, Minghao hears Mingyuâs words but his eyes canât seem to leave your face as he watches your tongue meet the tip of his cock with each thrust between your tits. He wanted you to cum but he was so close to it himself. With his breath hitching in his throat, Minghao whines out a groan of your name and you feel warm cum splatter against your tongue, lips, and breasts.Â
âFuck, I couldnâtâŠyou felt so good.âÂ
Minghao watches you smile, your tongue sliding over your lips as you clean up his cum. The man takes a step back running his fingers through his hair only to watch the expression change on your face. Your brows furrow deeply when Mingyuâs fingers find your clit and his lips press against your ear. His whispered pleas for you to cum for him sending you over the edge.Â
âGod, youâre pretty. That feel good, baby?âÂ
You nod, whimpering between your breaths as Mingyu lets you rest your head back on his shoulder to rest. Your thighs shake, but the man sitting behind you runs his hands over them helping you to calm down as you feel Minghaoâs fingers brush over your jaw drawing your attention back to him.Â
âCan you handle one more? I think Mingyuâs going to go fucking crazy if he doesnât fuck you.âÂ
Smiling against your neck, Mingyu nods along with Minghaoâs words causing you to laugh and nod. Who needed to actually use the gym equipment when you could get your heartrate up like this at the gym?Â
#jesus christ#the way you write this duo is lethal#it's particularly a detriment to me because i just reas your coworkers drabble featuring them the other day so gyuhao are incredibly fresh#in my brain#oh to give minghao a titjob#god listen i don't even care for thigh riding much but i would get off on any part of mingyu#and doing both? at the same time???? I'd simply dissolve#mars <3#xu minghao smut#kim mingyu smut#minghao smut#mingyu smut#the8 smut#the 8 smut#seventeen smut#q: painting with hyunjin#***i just read
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ê°áą. .áąê±âËâč ON DUTY | kaiju no. 8 headcanons

âàšà§Ë WITH: ichikawa reno ; hoshina soshiro ; gen narumi
âàšà§Ë SUMMARY: where and how they like to fuck you on-base!
âàšà§Ë MATURE CONTENT WARNINGS:
fem reader, exhibitionism, suit play [?], oral f. receiving, creampie, pet names [baby, pretty girl], MDNI.

âàšà§Ë ICHIKAWA RENO
one thing about reno is his ability to be sly when he needs to. thinking outside the box, considering enemy moves one step ahead - he can truly be sneaky. that might be why he so easily came up with a plan to sneak out after lights-out just to meet up with you. he found an empty office, making sure patrols or cameras were nowhere to be found.
"shh, little quieter, okay?" reno mutters under his breath as he presses his palm over your mouth gently, his other hand having two fingers buried inside your needy pussy. you're so close together, having only a cramped space to do this; your legs wrap around his waist as you sit on the desk, chest pressed up against his. "just moan into my hand, yeah, like that."
"h-hard to be quiet when you're- mm- going so hard," you whimper out airily into his hand, your head reeling back when he fucks his fingers into you a certain way. your thighs shudder around him, and you can feel his cock growing harder each second he's pressed up against you. your arms wrap around his neck, fingers flitting through his hair erratically.
"gonna put it in now, 'kay?" reno pants out in need as he replaces his fingers with his cock, sliding in languidly and savoring each and every desperate enclosure of your cunt around him. he moans out a small 'fuck' when he starts to rut his hips, letting them merge into a quick rhythm that has you clinging onto him and whimpering against his big shoulder. "f-fuck, baby... feels so good. want you to cum on my dick, yeah."
the two of you are so lost in ecstasy that you don't realize the rhythmic bump of the desk against the wall, desperately attempting to muffle each other's moans and mews as you get closer and closer. with a heavy final rut and a shuddered moan out loud, you both are sent reeling in pleasure as you make a mess of each other. reno tries to catch his breath, coming to with a small gasp, "fuck, do you think anybody heard? i should find a better place next time..."
âàšà§Ë HOSHINA SOSHIRO
hoshina isn't one for breaking the rules necessarily, or even one to slack off while on the clock - but tonight was different. it was unbelievably late, the whole third division command center was essentially empty, and all kaiju within a ten mile radius were silent on the radar. maybe he could get away with it...
he doesn't even bother slipping out of his anti-kaiju suit before he's lifting you onto the control panel counter, lips pressing messy, open-mouthed kisses along the crook of your neck. all he can think about is how dirty it feels to fuck you where anybody could walk in at any moment. "wanna try somethin' new i've been thinkin' about."
"huh?" you query between heavy panted breaths, slipping your thighs further apart on either side of his hips to accommodate him. you both watch closely as his fingers slowly remove your suit, wandering your waist, then your hips, then your panties. all hoshina mutters along the shell of your ear is a rasped, "i'll show you what."
you finally start to put two and two together when he unzips his own tight-fitted suit, yet keeps it on his body as he presses the head of his cock against the wet spot on your panties. he languidly slips the fabric to the side, letting out a low grunt as he presses his forehead against yours when he ruts forwards. "fuck- wanna see how much you can take with the suit on. you can handle it, can't ya?"
you nod eagerly, already letting out little whines in time with each heavy rock of his hips. it already feels more intense than usual, and he hasn't even put much force into it. you shudder when he picks up the pace, his muscles tautening each time he ruts harder in succession. it's when his hands grip at your thighs and he fucks a bit rougher that you're whimpering out behind your hand in an attempt to stay quiet. "shh- that's it, take it. think you can lemme work up to 50% tonight?"
âàšà§Ë GEN NARUMI
narumi doesn't have a problem playing it a little risky, especially when it comes to work. he'd rather laze around as long as possible before he has to get suited up - but backwardly, he also has no problem taking his time fucking you on a time crunch, either.
"narumi, aren't you supposed to start patrol in like, 5 minutes?" you pant out between strained whimpers, trying so hard not to get sucked into his explorative touches and tantalizing kisses. you hold back a shudder when his hand drags up your shirt, circling your nipple and watching it eagerly harden under his fingers. "can't be doing this right now..."
"don't care," he sneers and flashes you an obstinate, yet enigmatic look in his eyes as he slips your shirt upwards. he has you lay on your back as he dips his head down your chest, leaving flicks of his tongue and panted kisses on your tits. it's when his fingers start rubbing between your thighs that you start to cave, feeling a pressure building in your body. narumi looks back up at you, a mischievous glint in his gaze. "wan' you to cum all over my face before i leave. not gonna suit up 'til you do, pretty girl."
"that's so irresponsible-" you start, cut off by a shivered gasp when he slips your shorts and panties off and buries his face between your legs. his tongue swipes along your clit as his fingers dig into the plushness of your hips, little groans leaving his mouth as he tastes and tastes until he's satisfied. knowing him, it'll take a while before he is. "p-please, narumi, they're gonna yell at you."
"don't care. think they're gonna fire me? their strongest captain? nahh," narumi sneers before returning his tongue back to your clit, sucking and rolling his tongue against it over and over again. he knows you're close, he knows how your body works. it's when he uses his fingers to curl against that spot in your walls that he's moaning out, 'cum for me, cum for me, yeah', and watching you shudder as you release all the pent-up stress from your week. a voice sounds over his receiver, barking orders for him to hurry to command center. he sighs, "i know, i know. i'm on the way now."
he turns off the mic again, his little grin coming back to his face. "see? got it done in five minutes, didn't i? better wait for when i get back, yeah? not done with you just yet."

2024 SAETOSHIS. do not copy/repost.
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donât blame me

đđđđ: xu minghao x stripper!f.reader
I would cross the line. I would waste my time. I would lose my mind. They say, "She's gone too far this time."
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đ°đđ«đ§đąđ§đ đŹ: unprotected sex (mc is on birth control), choking, lingerie kink, hand job, stripping for money, talks of exchanging sex for money. Body worship, slut shaming (not by minghao), possessive hao, pussy whipped hao, creampie, mention of getting someone pregnant, named: baby, daisy

Loving him made you feel like you were going insane. He made you feel things no other man had ever made you feel before. Things with him were absolutely intoxicating. He pushed you to things out of your comfort zone.
You broke every rule you had ever had before you met Xu Minghao. The number one rule you broke was, never fall for a client. Stripping wasnât something you had always planned on doing. It just fell into your lap when you were down on your luck and broke. Since you started taking your clothes off for money you donât have to worry about things that used to make you lose sleep at night. You donât have to worry about affording rent or putting food on the table. Youâre able to fully support yourself. Youâre good at your job and you know how to make men spend their money on you.
Everything you knew was flipped upside down when a beautiful man named Minghao paid for a private room. From the very first hello you knew you were fucked.
What should have been a one time thing turned into him being one of your regulars. After your first show with him he popped up the following week and from there he just kept coming back.
You werenât the only one who felt a connection. Minghao often told you how fascinating he found you. He loved getting to talk to you. The first few times he visited you kept it very professional. After a while he would spend big money to get you in a private room just so he could talk. He loved learning things about you. He was one of the only people in the building who knew your real name. He didnât know you as âIvyâ your stage name. It didnât take long for your visit to turn into more than just talking. The first time you kissed you felt like butterflies were fluttering in your stomach.
Often you would find yourself sitting on his lap topless just making out. You had no problem kissing him and dry humping him until you thought you might go insane but you told him you couldnât have sex with him at work. You refused to have sex with him if money is involved.
âDo you actually like me daisy girl?â He refused to call you ivy. He says you remind him more of a daisy.
âMinghao,â you sigh with your forehead resting against his.
âIs that a yes?â His hands run up and down your bare sides
âObviously.â You pull back, giving him a smile.
âGo out with me.â You donât say anything, you just stare at him. You want to date him so badly but you know your job will always complicate things.
âWhat happens if I say yes?â
âI wait until youâre off at two and then I take you out to eat.â
âWouldnât you prefer we go out one day when I haven't worked. I'm either going to be covered in stage makeup or Iâm going to be bare faced.â You didnât really feel like putting on a different face of makeup to go out tonight.
âBaby I think youâre beautiful anyway you look,â he leans in and presses his lips to yours again. âIt doesnât have to be tonight. When can you be off?â
âI make my own schedule. I donât have to work any day I donât want to.â You know Minghao is serious about you and he isnât just trying to play a game.
He rested his hand on your cheek, âyou can tell me no, but I want to ask you something.â
âAsk away,â you smile.
âHow about I take you out tonight? We can just get a late night dinner. It will stay fully innocent, but if you enjoy my company you pack a bag and you stay with me for a little while.â
âHow long?â
âAs long as you want to stay.â
Things between you changed forever that night. You finished up your private room with Minghao at midnight and you agreed for him to pick you up after work. He said goodbye and told you he had a few things to do and after work he wasnât lying when he said he would be waiting outback for you. You found him sitting in an extremely expensive black sports car.
The first dinner you shared was nice. It was wonderful getting to fully know Minghao outside of the club setting. Your night stayed fully innocent outside of a kiss goodnight outside your front door.
Things with you and Minghao drastically changed that night. You werenât officially together but it was clear that you were his and he was yours. You took him up on his offer and took a week off of work and just stayed with him.
Your first night in his expensive penthouse was your first time you ever slept with him. Something about Minghao always made you assume he was dominant in bed and you werenât exactly wrong, but he was much more gentle with you then you thought he would be. You quickly learned that he loves having you lingerie during sex. He bought you so much expensive lace for you to wear. His favorite is crotchless panties. Heâs bought you many pairs. He asks for you to wear them whenever you can.
Your nights of the club have started slowly going down. It was rare before that you would work less than six days a week, but since you often started staying at Minghaoâs house more often than your own you now only work two days a week.
Since things changed with you and Minghao he still comes in occasionally, but not as frequently as before. You feel guilty now when he pays for a private room. He wonât take no for an answer when you tell him he doesnât have to pay for your time now.
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Laying on his bed Iâm nothing but a pair of black lace crotchless panties, you spread your legs wide exposing your already drenched pussy. âTouch yourself for me.â Silently you do as you say. âMy daisy, what do I have to do to get you to quit your job?â Heâs asked you this on multiple occasions but every time you tell him you canât quit.
You slide your fingers through your wet folds. Rubbing your clit causing a soft moan to leave your lips. He stands at the edge of the bed still dressed in nothing but his dress pants watching you play with yourself.
âI need the money,â itâs not a lie. Youâve given yourself a very comfortable lifestyle by stripping.
âLet me take care of you baby,â he is intently watching you.
âI donât exchange sex for money.â
âWe wouldnât be exchanging sex for money,â he says quickly.
âWhat would we be doing?â You pull your hands away from your wet core.
âI would be taking care of you and supporting you, and all I ask is for you to be open to falling in love.â Heâs a fool if he doesnât realize youâre already head over heels in love with him. It's been almost two months since you first got dinner together and you are indeed in love with him.
âAre you going to be my sugar daddy?â Youâve been tempted to try and find one in the past but you werenât exactly keen on sleeping with an older man for money.
âIâm not an old man paying for your time. Iâm thinking more of: I'm your boyfriend and I pay for you.â
âMy boyfriend?â You arch your eyebrow at him.
âDo you not want something more with me than this game we seem to be playing?â Youâre tired of whatever this is. You want to openly be able to love him.
âYou better not break my heart.â
âI would never.â He unbuckles his pants and removes them and boxers leaving him standing at the foot of his bed fully naked.
âHow are you going to explain to people your girlfriend is a slut?â You need to ask him. He needs to be prepared for what people will say about him being with you.
âDonât call yourself that,â he says flatly. âYou arenât a slut, and I never want to hear you say that again.â
âWhat am I then?â He crawls over you. He pins your hands above your head.
âMy daisy. Youâre my daisy.â If you werenât in love, you would be now. Youâre speechless and donât even know how to respond to him.
âI like the sound of that,â you whisper, leaning up.
He pulls away from you and sits back with his back against his expensive headboard. âCome here baby.â
You crawl over to him. Sitting on his thighs you start to pump his already hard dick. His lips slightly part as he inhaled little breaths. You've learned all the ways to make him fall apart. Focusing on the sensitive head that is already leaking precum. His hand massages your breast. He earns a moan when he tweaks your nipple.
âHave I told you I love you today?â he asked, finally speaking.
âI think so,â you canât help but smile.
You continue pumping his length as his hands travel your body. One rest on your throat. He slowly applies pressure as you close your eyes. âI donât want to share you with anyone else anymore.â Your eyes flutter open and you can tell how serious he is. âI want you to just be my daisy. Let me take care of you fully.â His hand still lingers on your throat, but no longer applying pressure.
âYouâre gonna get bored of me. Men normally like the idea of me, but find me hard to love.â You last few relationships were disasters. Only one of them fully knew about your job, and the amount of time you would get into fights and he would call you a slut and throw your career in your face.
âYou are not hard to love. I love you.â You often question what you did to deserve a man like Xu Minghao to love you.
âI love you too,â itâs rare you repeat those words back to him. Youâre helplessly in love with him, but you still canât be scare youâre going to get hurt. Youâve broke all your rules for him. Falling for him made you feel like you were going crazy, but thatâs maybe how love is supposed to feel.
Without saying anything else you lift your hips. He realizes what youâre doing and helps slide his cock towards your welcoming pussy. Slowly you slide down his length. His hand still rests on your throat applying pressure every so often. One of your hands hold his jaw, keeping his looking right at you. Youâre not normally rough with him, but youâre lost in a haze of desire.
âI only ever want to fuck you,â your moans are high pitched. âI donât want anyone else.â
âI donât want anyone to ever touch you,â his hand dips down between you and starts playing with your clit while you ride him. âIâm going to take care of you and Iâm going to fuck you so good you canât think straight.â You love when he gets like this.
âIâm so wet for you-â you ride him like your life depends on it. His hand never leaves your throat continuously applying pressure.
Leaning back your hands rest on his thighs behind you. Moving your hips at a quick pace.
âFuck-â you moan.
âYour pussy was made for me,â he moans.
âPlease kiss me,â you beg. Silently he accepts your plea. He pulls you closer to him by your throat. He releases his hold as your lips crash together.
âI wanna cum,â you whine with your lips ghosting his.
âCum baby.â
Your orgasm washes over you with a blinding hot heat. Closing your eyes you lean forward and stop moving your hips. Minghao holds your hips and helps you continue to ride him while he chases his own high.
âFuck-â he moans as he paints your walls white. He doesn't think he has ever came that much in his life. If you werenât on birth control he would be worried about getting you pregnant.
Pulling back slowly you sit up with him still snugly inside of you. The blissed expression on his face is absolutely beautiful. âIâll quit stripping, but you have to promise me that you wonât break my heart.â
The smile that tugs at his lips makes your heart instantly swell. âI wonât ever break your heart.â
The two things you have learned about being in love is that sometimes you just have to trust the person who is in love with you. If you love someone sometimes itâs okay to break all your own rules.

@minghaosimp @kpoplover-19
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TPC: Minghao is the master of Beer Pong
Series
Pairing: Minghao x afab!reader
Genre:Â smut
Word count: 1.5k
tags: cocky!minghao, manhandling, oral (reader giving), rough, fingering, wall stuff, choking (on cock and without), balls in mouth đ, cum swallowing, dirty talk, heavy degradation, praise kink, unprotected sex, creampie
Summary: Winning a game of beer pong is no easy feat, so he insists he and his pong partner finds the nearest closet to celebrate.
author note: did i have a plan for this? no. but enjoy minghao being a menace
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Losing is not an option for Xu Minghao, even if you are his beer-pong partner.
Beer pong to most is a mere drinking game, but to Minghao, it is one of the many things he could brag about being good at and he likes knowing that heâs better at things than some people. It is simply his vice.
He admits when you volunteered to play a game as his partner, he was the slightest bit worried youâd skew his unusually positive results, but heâs Xu Minghao. He did exactly what needed to be done and as expected, his reputation precedes him.Â
He was launching balls like a skilled master, landing every shot when it was his turn, filling every one of the opposing cups in pristine precision. Eventually, he is nothing short of a victory, and a victory meant a reason to celebrate.
âS-shit, youâre so much better than imagined youâd be.âÂ
Your hands are flushed around his girth, while your mouth is unremorseful as you cover every inch. His body relaxed on the wall behind him, heavily depending on the single lightbulb above your heads to focus on your glossy gaze that stares back at him in hunger.
Usually, beer isnât enough to get Minghaoâs mouth running, so that impelled him to make the game a bit more interesting by adding kaoliang liquor in a few of the cups. Not that it mattered when he started drinking straight from the bottle. You, howeverâa lightweight having your fair share of lossesâdrank two or three of the cups, resulting lack of inhibition when it came to your beer-pong partner, who couldnât look more edible than the microwave burritos you were also craving.
He throws leisure jerks back at your throat, guiding you with his fingers through your hair that is wrapped in knots around his knuckles. The initial pain from the grip subsides with his filthy praises as he fully darkened glower watches you take him inch by inch. You muffle your moans in your venture, nails digging into the flesh of his thigh, and in the right light, Minghao can catch the delectable glisten of your drool falling out the corner of your lips.
âThatâs right. You want to drain my balls down your throat, donât you, filthy slut?â
Minghao isnât himself with the alcohol in his systemâor so he is rationalizing in his headâso the dirty talk is all coming from his ass, but if he knew any better, heâd think youâre enjoying it. A smile stretches so wide on your face, a giggle canât help but escape from his. He adores seeing you work so hard, especially for his benefit.
He sees and feels your head bob in response, and in turn, he groans, thrusting back into your narrow pipe. His balls hit your chin, plugging the entry of oxygen, and your mascara runs down your cheeks from tears that finally shed.
âYouâre taking my cock so fucking well,â his thrusts get harder, pushing himself down deeper, and the whines suppressed around him release in vibrations up his length. Minghao shudders violently. âFuck, you littleâŠstupidâŠslutâŠâ
Itâs interesting how bad you are at beer pong considering you quite literally are taking him balls deep, puffing your cheeks up similarly to a chipmunk storing away nuts in their mouth. It is impressive, shocking, yet so enthralling. He holds you by the back of your head, stilling your mouth over his entire structure, and his thick, viscous cum runs hot down your throat. He clenches his abdomen, holding you down, and still fucking your mouth until breathing becomes a foreign action even through your nose.
You cough when Minghao pulls out of you, his cum trailing down your chin and neck. He makes sure you're okay, pulling you up from the ground. The warmth in his eyes gives you whiplash, having you nod without even considering what words had left his lips. Itâs in that split second before he pins your chest against the wall, hand cushioning against your ass.
âThink itâs your turn. Time for your reward.â
The tip of his digit glides up the curve of your posterior before his entire hand rams down your pants and tugs them off to expose your bare cheeks. The draft within the closet youâve hidden away hits your skin before Minghaoâs palm does, making yelp from the stinging of your flesh. You latch forward to the wall youâre embracing, his digit gliding over your arousal-moist lips and coating himself in a thin film.
âShit, my cock made you that wet? How cute.â He swats your ass again, his moist thick lips catching the nape of your neck.
You moan his name, drunken and horny, and that same digit plunges into your core as his body presses against you. You feel his cockâonce depressed from climaxingâstart to inflate again and nudge against your back. Youâre trembling, but donât fear whatâs to occur.
âArenât you glad we won,â he asks, pushing another finger inside. His knuckles press into the plush of your ass, the distance closing between him and your g-spot. You gasp, clenching around him desperately. Sounds of anguish overtake you as he bites against your neck, fingers competing with the speed of light. âYou get to have me finger fuck you just. Like. this. Thatâs what you wanted, isn't it? Have you come apart around my fingers after youâve eaten my cum?â
You swallow your affirmations, embarrassment written all over your face until he slams you forward, and your burning cheeks squish harder against the cold wall in front of you.
âYouâre not going to answer me? Slut?â
âYes.â You manage to breathe out.
He scoffs. âYou gonna be a good slut and take my cock after youâve had your fun?â
âY-yes, Minghao.â
His breath is hot against your neck, pace accelerating. âSo. Obedient.â
You can feel his smile send shivers down your spine, crying his name while you are whimpering for more. Youâve become one with the wall and donât remember a life before it, too lust blind to focus on anything else. Meanwhile, Minghao memorizes every sound you make, determined to ingrain it into his internal storage for future occurrences to reference. His mind boggles at the kind of specimen you are, so malleable and edible he wants to make every part of you shake with ecstasy. Heâd kill to be the one to give you the most intense orgasm youâd ever have and he is eager to try.
He withdraws his fingers when youâre seconds away from climaxing and replaces them with his cock, fucking yours at the same pace his fingers once did. âHao!â
Your whimpers come out high-pitched to the point of nearly shattering glass if any existed in this cramped space. Minghaoâs chestâcompletely gotten bare without ever getting noticedâburns against your skin. You feel the slickness of his tongue run up your neck before claiming your lips, his free hand forcing you to turn your head to him by your chin.
âThatâs right, you take my cock,â he mumbles. Hot pants leave his tired body, but his legs not showing him giving out. His body slammed your front harder against the wall, so hard already imaging the type of bruises heâs left behind. âYou like meâŠfucking you deep and hardâŠjust like this?â
âYes, yes,â You squeak, your body not even getting a second to take a break from his manhandling.
Although he was lean, he was toned, powerful, and had a grip stronger than any industrial glue in existence. The strength Minghao had in his arms and thrusts were unlike anything you expected and you couldnât be happier to find out you were wrong.
âPussy so good and wet for me, Shit.â
Although it feels amazing how he handles you, you crave harsher treatment, one that would leave you sore the following day and immobile the next. Knowing Minghaoâs ego, all he needed was little encouragement. He couldnât risk ending without a proper burial of him inside you. âFuck me harder, pleaseâŠI need more, let your cock give me moreâŠI want you spilling inside me please.â
âGreedy little fuck,â he says through gritted teeth and forces himself to take faster strokes, now holding you by the neck.
The pressure of his fingers digs into the column of your neck and works its way to cutting off your airways. You claw at the walls, your eyes begin to roll back to your skull, and clenching for dear life as you take in his vigor. It hurts, itâs bliss, itâs heaven.
âStupid. Fucking. Slut.â
You cum without warning, gushing around his length warmth, pushing your ass up against him with a low groan. That was his breaking point. Vulgar words escape the same way as his fat climax does, harsh and unforgiving, he fills your inside like itâs his canvas. All you can feel is pure heat and your legs begin to buckle before he holds you back up, caressing your legs.Â
âShit,â you mutter, hand over your chest feeling your heart. âThatâŠthat was good.â
Thereâs a lingering silence and somehow youâre able to sense the tension in his form. âGood. Just good.â
âGreat, Hao. It was great,â you emphasize.
âWell, good if you think that was great, but weâre not done. Iâm not done.â
âBut haoââ
âI said Iâm. Not. Done. Not until I give you the best damn orgasm youâve ever had.â He presses you up against the wall in that familiar way, dark eyes glaring back at you determination, fueled by spite.
âUnderstood?âÂ
#i know i say this all of the time#but i am right#you are not right nana (complimentary)#how do you just weave filth together like this post it and expect people (me) to be okay#?????????#fucking evil#this coming up now especially after all of those pictures of hao in china is fucking sick#the notes on this are fucking criminal#fics that have over 1000 notes to me#god please i need him it's bordering on abnormal and unhealthy i need him to fuck my throat raw actually#THE MANHANDLING I AM A PUDDLE ON MY APARTMENT FLOOR#him ans his long pretty fingers *head in fucking hands*#filthy borderline disgusting sex with minghao would fix me i think#nana <3#xu minghao smut#minghao smut#the8 smut#the 8 smut#seventeen smut#q: painting with hyunjin
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dare to be stupid
summary: a drunken game of truth or dare overtakes your study session
tags: NSFW, tlou au, college!ellie/reader, mentions of drugs, alcohol, drunk sex, oral (r receiving)
a/n: listen idk how this turned into 7.5k. idk what happened. also this is my first time writing smut. idk if the sex is good but it was already so long. if y'all like this one i'll write a sequel or something idk
part 2
âTruth or dare?âÂ
It had become a tradition for the two of you shortly after moving in together. It was common for the air in your tiny apartment to grow heavy, the stress and anxiety tangible in the air - often around midterms or finals, or if your roommate had a particularly infuriating project. During these times when the bags under your eyes grew too heavy to carry or the lines around your roommate's mouth deepened into canyons, one of you would barge into the other's bedroom - frequently in disarray with notes and textbooks strewn across every surface - slam a bottle of vodka down on the desk, and utter those stupid, little three words, and the game would begin.
And so you didn't even jump when you heard your bedroom door slam against the wall, heavy boots against the carpet. You had been bent over your desk for so long that your neck ached, your eyes swimming with letters that didn't quite make sense and didn't fit into any of the medical terms laid out on your flashcards. When Ellie slammed the bottle of vodka on your desk, you blinked your eyes clear and looked up to meet her eyes.Â
She smirked when she said, âTruth or dare?âÂ
You didn't waste time in clearing off your desk, shoving your books and cards aside into a toppling pile. Ellie, without waiting for permission, set a shot glass down in front of you, kicked off her boots, and plopped back onto your bed.Â
Scooting your chair closer, you propped your feet up against the mattress, pursed your lips, and said, âTruth.âÂ
Ellie groaned, flopping over onto her side and propping her chin in her hand. She had stripped off her jacket, leaving her in a dark t-shirt that almost made her skin look pale in the low light from your desk lamp. âYou're such a fucking pussy.âÂ
You rolled your eyes even as a grin pulled at your lips. âI've known you for too long, Els, and I know that I need a few shots before I'm willing to shove anything anywhere for your amusement. So, respectfully, eat my ass.âÂ
âYou'll have to dare me to,â she quipped back immediately. She wrinkled her nose as you choked back a laugh, tapping a finger against her lips. You tried to ignore how endlessly cute it was as she said, âWhere's the weirdest place you've pissed?âÂ
Another sound burst from your lips, some mixture of a laugh and a shout. You gaped at her, watching as a laugh crept up, a smile tugging at her lips.Â
Shaking your head, you said, âWeird, but that's a pretty tame one. Not gonna ask me about my favorite sex position or if I ever snuck drugs into our dorm room last year?âÂ
Ellie only shrugged. âGotta warm you up a bit first, babe.â You ignored the way your heart jumped at such an innocent word. After a moment's pause, she added, âBut have you?âÂ
âYou'll just have to ask me. One truth per round, bitch.â You pretended to think about it for a moment, though you already had your answer. âOkay, so you remember when we first signed the lease here and we were a bit short on rent?âÂ
Ellie nodded, her brows furrowed in confusion.Â
âLike, a week before it was due, some girl on Tinder hit me up. She was passing through town and only staying for the night, and she was bored. So, she paid me.âÂ
Ellie's frown deepened. âTo, what, have sex with her?âÂ
Laughter bubbled up your chest as you said, âNo, she paid me to piss in her mouth.âÂ
There was silence for several long moments. Ellieâs jaw hung loose, her eyes wide as she simply stared at you. Several emotions flashed across her face like a movie reel - confusion, shock, disbelief - before finally landing on pure, unfiltered amusement. The corners of her lips quirked up, her open mouth turning up at the corners until a loud, sharp laugh burst from her throat. When Ellie laughed - really, truly laughed - she did it with her chest, a sound so fathomless and full it filled up whatever room she was in.Â
In your small bedroom, her laughter bounced off the walls, echoing in the alley outside of your open window. You couldnât contain your own giggles, muffling your laughter with a hand over your mouth, snorting as Ellie buried her face in your mattress.Â
When she finally looked up, her eyes filled with tears, she only said, around her subdued giggles, âHow much?âÂ
You grinned. â$200.âÂ
Ellieâs mouth fell open again - youâd have to pick it up from the floor at this rate. âDude, youâre fucking with me.âÂ
âI swear,â you said, holding up your hand like a scout. âIâll show you the Venmo if you donât believe me.â
Ellie fell back against the bed, throwing her head back. âYou have to go find this chick on Missed Connections, she can help with the rent.âÂ
You threw one of your pens at her. Catching it in midair, she stuck the end in her mouth to chew on it. You wrinkled your nose at her, but she only grinned, the pen hanging from the corner of her lips.Â
âYou're so gross,â you said, though you were still giggling.Â
âBold words from you, Piss Girl. That's, like, the worst superhero name in existence.âÂ
You threw your hands up, trying your hardest to glare at her and failing miserably. âHey, $200 is $200. I'm not one to kinkshame.â Ellie threw the pen back at you. You grimaced when it hit your arm, leaving a small spot of spit on your sleeve before clattering to the floor. âGod, it's your turn. Truth or dare, bitch?â
Propping herself up on her elbows, Ellie said, âDare.â A grin pulled at her lips, her voice low as she added, âBecause I'm not a fucking pussy.â You stuck your tongue out at her, ignoring her when she mockingly said, âMature.âÂ
Your desk was pressed up next to the only window in the room, cracked open to let the cool autumn air in. Your curtains fluttered in the breeze, the dying sunlight creeping in, casting light like liquid gold over Ellieâs skin. As you thought, scrambling to think of a suitable dare, you could not control how your eyes grazed over her exposed skin, the sunlight dipping in her collarbones like pools of ichor.Â
Blinking, you met her eyes once more, your throat tight. Your words came out almost choked when you said, âOkay, I dare you to make a spicy two-sentence story about something in this room.â
Ellie scoffed, sitting up and kicking her legs over the side of your bed. âIâm gonna take a wild guess that your drawer of sex toys is off limits?âÂ
You sputtered, stammering over your own tongue as you felt heat rush to your ears. âYes, thatâs off limits. You donât even know whatâs in there!âÂ
Ellie hummed, standing up from the bed and taking a few steps around the room. She didnât look at you, but you could hear that fucking smirk when she said, âThatâs what you think, babe.âÂ
You watched her, tracking her movements as she slowly stepped around your room, scanning for inspiration. Your bedroom was about what youâd expect from a broke, overworked college student - aside from the furniture that came with the place, it was pretty barren. Ellie scanned the little touches you did have - her finger traced over the Funko Pop of Zuko on your bedside table, her eyes lingering on the pile of fantasy books you kept atop your dresser. She smiled at the posters hung crookedly on your walls, depictions of your favorite video games. She hummed again, looking back at you over her shoulder.Â
âSo many options to choose from,â she murmured, running her finger along your jewelry box. She had her face turned away, so you could only see the corner of her smirk as she lifted the lid, pulling one of your necklaces from its home. You watched her warily as she approached you, the chain dangling from her slim fingers. She stepped behind you, out of your line of sight, and slipped the necklace over your head, the cold metal resting against your collarbone.Â
âShe looped the chain around her loverâs neck like a collar,â Ellie said. You felt her cool fingers against the back of your neck, hooking around the chain and pulling it gently against your throat. You coughed against the awkward silence; your roommate had always been a little handsy, but this was something else entirely. What the fuck is she doing? you thought. âShe pulled it taut against her throat and leaned in to whisper,â you felt Ellieâs lips against your ear, her rough voice sending a chill up your spine when she murmured, âgood girl.â
Reaching back, you shoved Ellieâs head away; her laughter echoed through the room as she rounded in front of you, sitting back against your bed and grinning.Â
âOh, youâre so fucking proud of yourself arenât you?â you teased, trying - and failing - to keep your cheeks from turning red. Your skin felt aflame, a tingle lingering right where Ellieâs lips had pressed to your ear. You rubbed at the spot under the pretense of scratching your head, willing the feeling to go away.Â
Your heart was pounding so hard you could hardly hear her when she said, âHell yeah, I am. I shouldâve been an English major. I could write a whole fucking slutty novel and get famous. I'm an expert - I've done enough research.âÂ
You rolled your eyes at her cocky smile, but Ellie only winked at you.Â
This is how your truth or dare games went - with Ellie being far too cocky, prancing around doing whatever dares you could think of and asking any outrageous questions that popped into her pretty little head; and you, simply trying your damnedest to keep up with her. You flailed, flustered, when she asked you about your toy collection, and begrudgingly relented when she dared you to bring out your favorite. Ellie took a shot before you had even finished daring her to text her last hookup (âIâm not reopening that bag of crazy,â she said, scrunching her nose at the taste.) You took a shot when she dared you to go mix all of the liquids in the fridge (which included pickle juice, old broths, and orange juice) into one amalgamation and chug it (âIâd rather chug the rest of the vodka, Els.â)Â
âTruth,â you said before Ellie could even ask the question. You were three shots in and could feel that lightness pressing against your temples, just at the threshold of tipsy. You had moved to join Ellie on your bed, where you sat with your back against the headboard and Ellieâs head on your thigh. The vodka bottle was balanced precariously between you.Â
Ellie rolled her eyes, but looked up at you and asked, âOut of our friend group, who have you fantasized about the most?âÂ
She had not even finished her sentence before you served yourself a shot, a few drops splattering on your shirt. Wincing at the taste, you looked back down at Ellie; her eyes were lit up like a Christmas tree, her jaw slack.
âDonât-âÂ
âYou have to,â she interrupted you, pinching your thigh and grinning when you squirmed away. âYou have to tell me. You canât leave me hanging here - you didnât even let me finish the question!âÂ
âWhy did you even assume Iâve fantasized about any of our friends-âÂ
âBecause I know you.â She was scrambling up now, unsteady in her movements as she came to her knees in front of you, leaning back against her heels. She planted a firm hand on your thigh - your skin was still warm where her head had been - leaning into it, her eyes drawing so close you could almost see every speck within the hazel. âAnd I know that bitches like us always have somebody in the group they fantasize about. So, who is it?âÂ
âBitches like us?â you repeated, raising your brow. You were sure each line of her palm was going to be branded into your thigh. âSo, thereâs somebody you think about too?âÂ
Ellieâs smile was on the very edge of teasing, a small quirk at the corner of her lips that screamed at you just how wrapped around her finger you were - and, somehow, she didnât even know it. Her voice was low, nothing more than a murmur that you could practically feel in your own chest when she said, âYou really wanna know?â You didnât answer - couldnât, really, not when her fingers dug into your thigh and you could count each freckle across her nose. You couldnât answer when she leaned in closer, her warm breath brushing against your cheeks, smelling of the weed you knew she had smoked that afternoon. You could hardly hear her over the rush of your own heart when she whispered, âYouâll just have to ask me.âÂ
Maybe it was the vodka warming your chest, tingling in your fingers - or maybe it was the way the light from your lamp cast sharp shadows across Ellieâs face, turning her skin into liquid gold - but you did not push her away. Your grip tightened around the neck of the bottle, but you held her gaze when you said, âTruth or dare, Els?âÂ
Her voice was soft, her half-lidded eyes holding yours as she said, âTruth.âÂ
âWho have you fantasized about?â The words rushed out of you before you could hesitate.
And for a moment, you believed she would answer. You let yourself believe that she would give you the answer you craved. It prickled at your skin, raising goosebumps along your arm, spreading warmth through your stomach. But your roommate had never been so straight-foward - had never given you an easy answer. She wet her lips, drawing your eyes to her mouth involuntarily, but she only pried the vodka bottle from your fingers. She held your gaze as she raised it to her lips, drinking straight from the bottle without even wincing.Â
âI can play that game too, baby.â She backed away, finally giving you a moment to breathe. She settled back against the wall, laying her arms over her knees, the bottle dangling from her fingers. The skin of your thigh still burned, branded with her fingerprints.Â
You looked away, huffing out a laugh that you prayed sounded sincere. You could feel her eyes on you when you leaned your head back against the wall, counting the cracks in your ceiling like they were the most interesting thing in the whole world. âItâs getting late, Els,â you said, even as your phone flashed that it wasnât even nine yet and here you were, too many shots in, your roommateâs presence like a fire blazing in your room. âI should get back to studying.âÂ
âDo you want to, though?â There was an edge to Ellieâs voice, as though that question was a dare itself. You lifted your head to look at her and found that she was already watching you, her eyes soft in the dim light.Â
You took a deep breath - and the vodka must have reached your brain, because before she could ask, you said, âDare.â
You could see the vodka in the lazy tilt of her smile, in the way her head lolled against the wall. Her eyes were half-lidded, and yet there was something hidden behind her slow, sleepy gaze, something you were too afraid to name - something you were sure was only the imagination of your tipsy fantasies.Â
âClose your eyes,â Ellie said, words lazily falling from her lips, as deep and rich as the strings of a guitar.Â
It took you several moments longer than usual to process what she had said. Everything felt like it was moving in slow motion, as if the two of you were underwater. You shouldn't have felt like this after a few shots - you'd usually only be tipsy at this point. But something about the way the shadows dipped into Ellie's collarbones and the way her shirt rode up, exposing her boxers and the sharp cut of her hips, was intoxicating on its own.Â
So it took you several long, heavy moments to say, âWhat?âÂ
She chuckled, but there was no malice behind it. There was something soft in the tilt of her head, the way she tilted her chin down to look at you through her lashes. Her hair fell in her face, brushing against her nose; you fought the urge to brush it away, knowing that if you did you wouldn't be able to stop yourself from running your fingers through her hair. You wouldn't be able to stop yourself from grabbing a fistful of the auburn strands-Â
âClose your eyes,â she repeated in that same honey-thick voice, breaking you from your thoughts. âFor thirty seconds. And don't open them no matter what.â When you only stared at her for several silent moments, she added, âHow long have we been friends? Don't you trust me?âÂ
And the thing was, you did. You trusted her with your entire heart, and so you closed your eyes, and you waited.Â
You felt the bed shift next to you but you did not open your eyes. You did not open them when you felt her long fingers grip your shoulder as she struggled to steady herself. You felt her hair first, fine strands brushing against your cheek, smelling of sweat and her shampoo. You did not open your eyes, even when you felt the gentle press of a warm mouth against the side of your neck. You hardly dared to even breathe, your hands tangling in your sheets, afraid that you would not be able to control yourself otherwise. You counted the long, torturous seconds, biting down on your lip when you felt Ellieâs mouth part, the warmth of her tongue pressing against your pulse.Â
You had counted to twenty-six when she pulled away, a chill settling over your skin where that warmth had been only seconds ago. When you got to thirty, you opened your eyes to find that Ellie had settled back into her spot, leaning back against the wall. The only sign that she had even moved was the thin sheen over her lips, wet with her own saliva, and a small, pleased smirk.Â
You did not allow yourself to think about it, ignoring the way your skin burned where she had touched you as though she were a wildfire. You sounded breathless even to your own ears when you said, in barely more than a whisper, âTruth or dare?âÂ
âTruth.â
âWhat are we doing here, Ellie?â The words were out before you could stop them, slipping from between your teeth and hanging in the air like helium. The words felt almost tangible, and yet you couldn't grasp them, couldn't draw them back into your throat.Â
For a moment, you thought Ellie would grace you with an answer. She opened her mouth, and you thought maybe she would finally stop playing this game and let you breathe. Instead, just like before, she brought the bottle to her lips and held your gaze. You tried not to watch the way her throat moved as she swallowed.Â
She wiped her mouth on the back of her hand and recapped the bottle, settling it between you. âTruth or dare?âÂ
âTruth.â You felt you could no longer trust yourself with any dare she gave you. Your hands were already shaking from clenching the sheets.
âHow would you rate your last kiss?âÂ
You squinted at her, confused by the innocence of the question after everything that had happened in the past hour (had it only been an hour?). âMy last kiss was with that one girl I met at the bar a few weeks ago. She was drunk and way too sloppy, but she was hot. I guess I'd give it,â you paused, trying to remember the moment past the haze; you couldn't even remember the girl's name, âa six.âÂ
Ellie raised her eyebrows, her eyes widening. âA six?â She shook her head, clicking her tongue in disapproval. âYouâve got to be fucking with me. A girl like you deserves more than a six.âÂ
âA girl like me?â Your voice sounded deafening in the quiet. You thought it had started to rain; you could hear the pitter patter on your window, could see the way it broke up the streetlamps outside like a mosaic.Â
Ellie was nodding almost absently, watching the rain. Her lips parted, and you didnât expect her to hesitate before she said, âYeah. A girl like you⊠deserves to be kissed like itâs the last gasp of air to someone drowning.â You watched her mouth as she spoke, even as your mind screamed at you to look away. You scolded yourself, screaming to end this now, but your body refused; it ached to draw her near, a tangible pain in your chest. âA girl like you should get one of those movie kisses - you know, like when the hero saves the day and shit and he kisses his girl and itâs like the world didnât matter as long as he saved her. The kind that has the whole fucking theater holding their breath. A girl like youâŠ. FuckâŠ.â She trailed off her rambling. Ellie ran a rough hand through her hair, making the strands stick up at odd angles, and finally looked at you. There was a fire in her eyes, blazing in the dim light. âYou deserve to be kissed like theyâll die if they canât have you.âÂ
Something had stopped in your chest - maybe it was your breath, maybe it was your heart. Your blood rushed in your ears, and you feared the thrum of your heartbeat was so loud it filled your entire bedroom. Your traitorous heart pressed at your bedroom walls, filling up the space and leaving room for little else.Â
Your voice was only a whisper, and you wanted to kick yourself when you said, âWe should really go to bed. I have an exam tomorrow.âÂ
Your roommate pressed her lips together, and she did not break eye contact as she said, âDare.âÂ
You shook your head, looking away from her to try, desperately, to break whatever spell had taken hold of you; but your eyes were drawn back to her as if she were the only fucking light in the dark. You had to get a hold of yourself before you did something youâd regret, but you felt intoxicated with something far stronger than the cheap vodka you had bought from Walmart.Â
âYouâre drunk, Els,â you said, and you sounded so breathless you may as well have given up then and there.Â
Ellie leaned closer, holding your gaze, and you could see the exact shade of desire in her eyes. She was so fucking warm - your head spun from it, heat radiating from her skin when she planted a hand on the bed right next to your hip. Her wrist brushed against the bare skin under your shorts, and you felt her voice vibrating in your chest when she said, âDare.âÂ
And it was like she had finally pulled the last fucking thread that made you unravel, because you couldnât stop yourself - didnât even think to - before you said, âKiss me.âÂ
You only had a second to register the smile pulling at the edges of Ellieâs lips before she grabbed your face and pulled you in to smother it. You had never imagined what kissing Ellie would be like - had never allowed your imagination to wander so far over the edge - but she did not kiss like she was drowning. She kissed with the same slow gentleness as when she played the guitar, her long fingers plucking at the strings with the careful deliberation of a lover.Â
And she felt so fucking warm. You were high with it; high with the heat radiating from her fingers pressed to your cheeks; high from the way her breath snaked past your parted lips, gentle huffs of warmth against your skin. Your head swam as you pressed into her, your hands tangling into the fabric of her shirt, fingers unsure even as you ached to pull her closer.Â
Ellie pulled back for a moment - for only a moment, but each second her lips weren't on yours caused an ache in your chest. Her eyes hovered inches from yours, so fucking green it was dizzying - though you couldn't see much of the color passed the eclipse of her pupils. Her cheeks were flushed - from the vodka, from something else entirely - her freckles popping against the color. You could only imagine how you looked, could feel the desire written across every inch of your face.Â
Your fists tightened in her shirt, and you used the leverage to pull her back into you; and suddenly, it felt like you were the one drowning. You couldnât breathe as Ellie devoured you, the gentleness replaced with a hunger you hadnât known lived inside her. She pressed her tongue against the seam of your mouth until you relented, opening up to her, a soft sound escaping your throat when her tongue ran along the roof of your mouth.Â
That sound - nothing more than a breathy sigh - ignited something in Ellie. Suddenly, she was all teeth and tongue and hot, hot breath in your mouth, sucking your bottom lip between her teeth. She bit down when a shaky sigh forced its way from your throat, soothing it with her tongue and swallowing the moan it elicited. Her hands were in your hair, the strands twisted between her fingers, and when you bit down on her lip, she pulled - you gasped at the sharp pain on your scalp.Â
âFuck,â she cursed against your lips, and you could feel that single syllable, hot breath in your mouth that you wanted to swallow. She didnât continue for a long time, couldnât form any other words past the way her lips made you unravel. Her hands trailed down your shoulders, fingers grazing lightly over the bare skin of your arms, before finding your hips, gripping them in a vice and tugging you closer. âFuck, come here,â she said, her voice nothing more than a low growl that you felt in your chest.Â
And you were drunk - from the cheap vodka and sleep deprivation and Ellie. You were drunk on the way her eyes were eclipsed, her lips red and bitten and swollen, parted so you could feel each exhale against your cheeks. Her eyes were dark, hooded. Her fingers dug into your hips, and you were drunk, but shit, how the hell could you say no to her? How could you possibly say no when she was looking at you like she was starving?Â
Her hands guided you closer so you swung a leg over her hips and settled in her lap, your hands braced on her shoulders. She leaned her head back against the wall and just looked at you for several long moments, biting down on her lip. You couldnât stop watching her mouth, mesmerized as she said, âFuck, look at you.âÂ
And then she was kissing you again, her hands gripping your hips like it was a lifeline. Your hands found their way to her hair, curling your fingers in the short locks, using it as leverage to pull her closer. You could feel how each point of your body fit into hers; your thighs against her legs, her hands curling perfectly over the swell of your hips. You could feel the swell of her breasts against your chest, and you so badly wanted to feel her skin against yours. You felt like youâd go crazy from the raw want radiating from your body.Â
Ellieâs lips traced a map across your cheek, down your jawline. You tilted your head so she could kiss the hinge of your jaw, the spot right below your ear. She paused there, planting hot, open-mouth kisses across your neck, before her teeth bit down on that sensitive spot, pulling the skin into her mouth, and you practically melted into her. You couldnât control the sounds falling from your lips like honey, gripping at her hair as she soothed the bruise with her tongue.Â
âEllieâŠ.â Your voice was nothing more than a whimper; you swallowed hard and tried again, pressing a hand firmly at her shoulder. âEllie.âÂ
She only hummed against your skin, and you could feel the vibration against your pulse. The sound went straight to your stomach and dipped even lower when she bit at your collarbone.Â
The next time you said her name, it came out as a moan; you cleared your throat. âWe canât do this - youâre drunk, Els.âÂ
Your roommate hummed again, but she relented, leaning her head back against the wall to look up at you. And - fuck. Her lips were red and swollen, still wet from the kiss. Her cheeks were flushed, and - God, her eyes. You had never understood the term bedroom eyes, but Ellie looked at you as though she wanted to devour you. Like any second her hands werenât on you was torture. Like she wanted to bite and kiss and taste every inch of your skin.Â
âTruth or dare,â she said, her voice so hoarse you had to clench your thighs around her hips.Â
âWhat?âÂ
âTruth or dare,â she repeated, her eyes never leaving yours. And this wasnât part of the game, but you played along anyway, unable and unwilling to tell her no.Â
âTruth,â you sighed.Â
One of Ellieâs hands traced up your side. She ran her fingers across your collarbone, up your throat, before stopping to cup your jaw, her skin rough against yours. âDo you want this?âÂ
You nodded, the vodka making it impossible to feel shy.Â
âHow long have you wanted this?â Ellieâs thumb pressed at the seam of your lips, and you let your mouth fall open. She watched, hypnotized, dipping just the tip of her thumb between your lips before withdrawing.Â
It was against the rules - two questions for one truth - but you couldnât find it in yourself to care. âA long fucking time.â Your voice was weak and breathy, and you couldnât bother to be embarrassed about that either. Your attention had narrowed in on Ellie, and the way her fingers skirted across your chest, the way her other hand gripped your hip - how you could feel the warmth of her thighs between your legs.Â
Taking your chin in her hand, she drew you closer, and you could feel her lips moving against yours: âSo what the hell is stopping us?âÂ
This time, when she kissed you, you did melt into her. You gripped her hair in your fists and swallowed the moan it drew from her, shivering when her teeth caught on your lip. She had both hands on your hips again, and she gripped them so hard you were sure youâd find bruises there in the morning in the shape of her fingers. She pulled you closer, pulling your hips down into her; the friction through your pajama shorts made you moan against her lips.Â
And you decided to play her game.Â
âTruth or dare?â you said, drawing away just enough to see the eclipse of her eyes.Â
Ellie, always stubborn, murmured, âDare.âÂ
You tugged at the hem of her shirt, your fingers brushing the warm skin beneath; you marveled at the shiver that ran through her body. You ducked your head to kiss along her jaw, pressing the words into her skin. âTake this off.âÂ
She didnât waste any time tugging the shirt over her head, tossing it to the floor before skidding her fingers over the bare skin above your shorts. You lifted your arms and let her pull your shirt over your head before realizing you werenât wearing anything beneath. Who wears a bra to study in their own apartment?Â
But you didnât have a moment to cover your body in embarrassment before Ellieâs lips were on you again, as if it pained her to not taste you for even a moment. Her hands spread across your back, pulling you into her as she peppered hot, open-mouthed kisses across your collar; you hissed when her teeth bit down over your collarbone, soothing the pain with her tongue.Â
âTell me to stop and I'll stop,â Ellie said, her voice muffled as she kissed down over your chest; you shivered when her teeth sank into the skin of your boob, sucking another bruise there. She certainly loved leaving her signature on any inch of your skin that her mouth could reach.Â
You groaned low in your chest, your fingers tugging at her hair, pulling a gasp from her lips. You almost didnât recognize your own voice - breathy and thick with desire - when you said, âPlease donât stop.âÂ
The next thing you knew, Ellie was shoving you off of her lap; your back hit the mattress, your head just barely missing the headboard, but you couldnât even think about that. Your roommate was crawling over you, and you were hypnotized by the way her muscles tensed, her arms caging you against the bed. Her skin was fucking obscene, smooth plains stretching for miles, cast in liquid gold in the lamplight.
âGod, look at you,â she said again, pressing a kiss to your clavicle. Her hand was like worn clay when it traced a teasing line over your hip. Her voice was muffled against your skin, but you caught the end of her sentence: â- so fucking pretty.âÂ
Your only response was a choked gasp when Ellie pressed the flat of her tongue to your nipple. You gripped her shoulder, feeling her lips close around you as she sucked your skin into her mouth; you winced when she released it, feeling her teeth graze maddeningly over your nipple.Â
âTruth or dare?â she said into your skin, her voice vibrating in your bones.Â
You groaned, gripping her shoulder when she licked a line over your other nipple. If you had thought about this (which, if anybody asked, you didnât), you never would have imagined your roommate being such a fucking tease.Â
She hummed, and you could feel the vibration in every nerve. For a moment, you couldnât find your tongue, your voice caught in your chest until she released your skin with a pop of her lips. She looked up at you, batting her eyes, and dammit if your body didnât arch, searching for her mouth again.Â
Propping herself up on her elbows, she watched you through her lashes, an intoxicating smirk across her lips; they were still shining wetly. She broke you from your thoughts when she murmured, âUse your words, angel.âÂ
Your thighs clenched around her words, automatically and unconsciously. You were sure you could get drunk on the way her voice filled the room, rough and rich as the chords she played. It was through clenched teeth that you said, setting your pride aside, âDare.â Your cheeks burned when it came out as a moan.Â
You could feel her smile against your skin as she kissed down your stomach, silent for several long, torturous moments. You felt her teeth sink into your hip bone briefly, your hips jerking at the sensation. It earned you a chuckle before you felt Ellieâs hands pressing your hips into the mattress, holding you still. You groaned low in your throat when you felt her tongue against the skin over the band of your shorts, licking a stripe right above the fabric before taking the elastic between her teeth and tugging. You jumped when she released it, the band snapping back against your skin. You didnât have to look at her to see the sparkle in her eye.Â
You swore your heart stopped completely when she murmured, âI wanna go down on you.âÂ
Despite this game she was insistent on playing, it wasnât said like a dare; it was said like a question, or a request. There was no expectation behind it. Ellie was asking, you realized with dizzying satisfation, for permission.Â
âFuck.â It came out as only a breath, a whisper against your tongue. Your fingers ached from gripping the sheets and she hadnât even touched you yet. âFuck,â you tried again, and it was a groan this time but at least it was louder. âYeah. Yeah, please, fuck.â Words were just falling from your lips because when you looked down, Ellie - your roommate, your friend - was watching you, propped between your legs with that fucking smirk, and how could you possibly string together a complete sentence?Â
And Ellie⊠didnât. She didnât follow up on her dare. Not immediately, at least. No, she took her sweet fucking time - always so damn precise, taking her time in hooking her fingers over the band of your shorts. She pulled them down so slowly you could feel every inch down your legs. And then you were lying beneath your roommate in nothing but your underwear - and dammit, if you had known this would be happening, you would have opted for something a little sexier than a cotton pair with constellations on them.Â
Ellie smiled. âCute,â she said, before sinking her teeth into the flesh of your thigh. You were thankful it was cold out - youâd have to wear layers to hide all the places her mouth had been.Â
Your roommate ducked her head, and you gasped when you felt her press a featherlight kiss against the fabric of your underwear, right where warmth pooled between your legs.Â
You huffed, twisting the sheets between your fingers. âGod, youâre such an asshole - fuck-â You were cut off when Ellie licked a stripe up your panties, warm tongue pressing against your throbbing clit. You moaned at the relief, feeling the wetness of her mouth through the fabric. It wasnât enough - you needed to feel her against you, needed her tongue to unravel you piece by piece. You pressed your hips down against her lips but her hands held you in place.Â
You huffed out a breath, her name slipping from your lips when you moaned. âEllieâŠ.âÂ
And then she was yanking your underwear down your hips; you gasped, lifting your ass to help her shove them down. She had only gotten them just below your knees before she was pressing back in, too impatient to finish the job.Â
And - fuck, her mouth. Ellieâs mouth was fucking magic. You moaned into the quiet room when she pressed the flat of her tongue against your pussy, licking a stripe between your lips. You couldnât control the curses slipping between your teeth when her tongue made teasing circles around your clit until you were whimpering, aching for her. She had released your hips to dig her fingers into your thighs, nails digging in, and youâd surely have crescent-shaped bruises there tomorrow - even more to cover up. You pressed your hips down against her, groaning, her name only a whisper: âFuck, Els-âÂ
And then she finally, finally, gave you what you wanted.Â
Ellie ate pussy like it was her fucking job, like she was clocking into a shift and working her ass off for those tips. She lapped at your clit like she was starving, pressing her lips against you until you were dizzy, your entire body tuned in to the warmth of her tongue and the gentle graze of her teeth. You shuddered when you felt that tongue press into your core, a brief pressure that pulled curses from your lips, words tripping over each other: âAh - fuck - fuck, Ellie - oh my God, fuck-âÂ
It didnât take long for tension to build in your stomach. You were intoxicated; you were tipsy, yes, but something about the way Ellie moved her tongue - long, slow circles around your clit, using the flat of her tongue to draw you closer to the edge - was like a damn drug. You got what you wanted: She unraveled you with her tongue, tugging curses from your lips. You could hear your own moans echoing against your quiet bedroom and you couldnât even feel embarrassed about it.Â
Ellie took your clit between her lips and sucked, pulling you into her mouth and-
A long, low moan pulled at your throat when you came. Your hand came up to grip at her hair, fingers twisting in the soft strands. She moaned when you pulled, and the vibration against every nerve pushed you further; you could feel your orgasm in your chest, could feel it trembling in your thighs.Â
Ellie worked you through it, her tongue dancing against you as you rode out your high. She didnât stop, pressing her lips against you, dipping her tongue into your core again, until you were shoving against her head, your hips bucking at the sensitivity.Â
When she raised her head, she was grinning, that wicked, infuriating grin she always had when she was pleased with herself. She rested her head against your thigh for a moment, watching you as you blinked the stars from your eyes. You relaxed your fingers in her hair, smoothing your thumb across her temple.Â
The only thing you could say, breathless and dizzy, was, âFuck, Els. What the fuck?âÂ
Ellie laughed, the sound unarming the silence around you, the anxiety of what this meant. She pressed a kiss to your thigh, right over the little indentations where her nails had dug into the flesh, and just said, âYeah?âÂ
You giggled, tugging at her hair gently. You looked down at your roommate - and you didnât know what this meant for the two of you, but that could be a problem for tomorrow, when you werenât drunk and sleep-deprived and naked beneath your friend. For now, you only said, âTruth or dare?âÂ
Ellie blinked, raising an eyebrow, and said, âTruth.âÂ
You considered not asking for a moment, unsure if you wanted to know, but curiosity pressed at you until you asked, âWhat do I taste like?â
The grin spread wider, Ellieâs eyes sparkling as she pushed herself up. She crawled up your body, taking a moment to press a kiss to your stomach, to the bruises she had left littered across your chest - you moaned when she took a nipple briefly into her mouth. She kissed her way up your neck, across your jaw, sucking at the skin beneath your ear - another fucking bruise to worry about. God, it was like she wanted her signature on you, branded in every inch of your skin.Â
Her face hovered an inch above yours, propping herself up on her elbows, smirking. She leaned in close, leaving room for you to turn away if you wanted. Instead, you tilted your chin up and kissed her again.Â
You wrinkled your nose at the metallic taste of yourself against her lips. You didnât like it, the way your own scent wafted over you. But fuck if you didnât open your mouth when you felt Ellieâs tongue pressing at the seam of your lips. She moaned when your tongue ran along the roof of her mouth, pressing into the taste of you.Â
When she pulled back, her eyes were soft, her cheeks flushed. âLike that.âÂ
You rolled your eyes, turning your face away; you had to admit, even if you hated how you tasted - tasting yourself against her tongue sent a wave of heat between your legs all over again. You only said, âGross.âÂ
Ellie leaned in again, and you felt her lips ghosting against your jaw. You felt her breath against your skin when she whispered, âTruth or dare?âÂ
You lifted your chin to give her access to your neck, sighing when she pressed a kiss against your pulse. âTruth.âÂ
Her breath huffed against you when she chuckled before raising her head to meet your eyes again, that same cocky smile spread across her lips. âWas that better than a six?âÂ
âOh, fuck off.â You shoved against her until she rolled off of you.Â
She flopped back against the mattress, still laughing, but she was holding her arm out for you. You only hesitated for a moment - but even if she was your roommate, she just made you see stars, so itâs not like cuddling would push against the boundary you had already broken. You curled into her, laying your head on her chest, the sports bra she was still wearing soft against your cheek.
You sighed, skimming your fingertips against the warm skin of her stomach. âYeah,â you whispered before you could stop yourself. âDefinitely better than a six.âÂ
You were starting to fall asleep, your eyes growing heavy, your study notes effectively forgotten. You burrowed into her further, wrapping your arm around her and pressing your fingers against her hip. You briefly wondered where the vodka bottle had ended up in the mess, but Ellie didnât seem in any particular hurry to untangle herself from you, so you figured it could wait - surely it would be okay if she slept in your room for one night.
Just before you dozed off, you heard Ellie murmur, âYou left the window open.âÂ
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he's a biter! ‫
âą summary: once youâre in his sights, hoshina has no choice but to leave a mark; or all the times he thinks itâs okay to sink his teeth in you and a time you return the favor
âą content: hoshina x fem!reader, 2459 words, biting, some blood, suggestive & sex / nsfw, 3+1 things, friendship with okonogi & gen
âą notes: so this man single handedly brought me back all motivated lol also i caught up on the manga ahaha and reader is a commander đ„Ž
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You could say that being bit by a Kaiju was inevitable.
Everyday, going out and defending the public from them is your job and it always comes with risks. Hell, your arm was nearly chomped off yesterday if you werenât quick enough to dodge right then and there.
Scratches, bruises, scarsâall were familiar and just part of the job. It hurts, it stings, it stays with you until you do so much fighting you can just brush it off as another Tuesday.
They were Kaiju. They didnât care.
You hiss at the sharp pain on your shoulder, your face giving way to an exasperated expression as you try to finish making breakfast.
That was not from a Kaiju. This one cared.
His teeth are sunk into your skin with enough force to leave yet another lasting mark. You can feel Hoshina smile against you before he pulls off, pressing small pecks to the dents and priding himself in feeling you shiver in his arms.
âYouâre an animal,â you say, pushing an egg onto his plate but donât make a move out of his arms. His bare chest is warm and you want nothing more than to fall back to sleep at the feeling. But that would mean commending his actions and his head is big enough as is.
âAm I, sweetheart?â Hoshinaâs voice is low and gravely from sleeping so deeply only minutes before he decided to insert himself into your personal space. His hands trail delicately along your waist as he noses along the column of your neck, âYa never push me away so I bet yer lovinâ itâŠâ
You donât say anything and he takes that as your answer, chuckling when you huff. He watches as you place the very hot pan down before he begins finding another suitable spot to continue. He settles on the back of your neck and while this time his bite isnât so sudden, it still stings nonetheless.
âSee?â He gently licks at the forming bruise and the lilt in his voice doesnât go unnoticed. âItâs a lil too late and I know ya said I couldnât leave anythinâ while you work, but please? Canât let my girl go without a few more.â
Weighing out the options in your head, you realize you could never say no to him. So for the rest of the day you sport new red accessories that feel itchy underneath your gear.
Okonogi is a good friend of yours and she, along with the rest of the Third and at your own station, knew of yours and Hoshinaâs relationship.
Your presence at the Third Division base wasnât expected but was certainly not unwelcome from the multitude of members coming up and asking for tips or an autograph (Iharu was guilty of this and received a plethora of pushups as punishment). But your reason for being there was a secret to them.
âWhat are you doing here?â The familiar glare on her glasses catches your eyes first. Despite having your title, you were friends first and foremost so the flick to your forehead wasnât a surprise.
âOw! What the hell?â She only motions you out of her chair and places her items that you only shifted around in the mission of finding a pen to make some doodles to leave there for her to find. âIs it a crime to want to see my friend from time to time?â
Okonogi sighs but thereâs no annoyance on her face upon seeing you again. It had been a while since youâve talked in person but you supposed a time outside of work wouldâve been better. If anything, you took the opportunity to tag along with your stationâs operations leader and members to head to third.
Sora pokes his head in, still starstruck being in the presence of your friend while simultaneously being the professional he was. âMiss Okonogi? Do these numbers look right?â She stands up from her chair and walks over to him, hovering over his shoulder and giving pointers.
You take the opportunity to sit in her chair yet again and swivel around, looking at all the monitors and suits in the room below the control area. Feeling the stare of the thirdâs operation members beside you, you turn your head and greet them.
âWelcome to our base, Commander!â One of the younger ones says and you laugh at his enthusiasm. You were about to say something until you felt a rather unexpected sting on the top of your right ear. Immediately, you cover it only to have your hand caught by the culprit.
âYes, welcome Miss Commander.â Hoshina has that grin he always bears and the surrounding third members avert their gazes upon the situation their Vice-Commander has created. Okonogi and Sora watch from the side, unimpressed with what was about to unfold yet again.
You hadnât had the chance to tell him you were visiting as you thought it would be the day you could surprise him. He had been in training with one of the newer recruits so it wouldnât hurt to visit and sneak up on him. So imagine your own when he did it instead?
âSoshâVice Commander Hoshina, what are you doing?â He only shrugs and stands back up, smiling oh so innocently.
âNothing really.â And he just up and walks out of the room, leaving you in a flustered mess. You couldnât even face the eyes on you and the look of unamusement from Okonogi.
The way back to your divisionâs building was full of teasing remarks while Hoshina felt no shame at all in the confines of his office.
Narumi Gen is the Commander of the First Division. The strongest soldier with the eyes of the oldest numbered Kaiju. Narumi Gen is also the bane of your existence.
âI didnât come all this way for you to shit on me!â
"Well, if you didnât play so shit, maybe I wouldnât!â
Youâre both cooped up in your apartment away from the outside world, and with him barging in on your day off, you had no choice but to let him in at his persistence. That and with the threat of losing your BS5 to him after his own miraculously broke.
You roll your eyes when he sticks his tongue out at you but quickly return them to the game at hand. It was 2-1, best out of five with you in the lead for keeping the console you so definitely paid for, but your car was miles behind it and it was already the last lap. Gen was radiating smugness from beside you and you couldnât even reprimand him for it when he passed the finish line with ease, not even giving you time to throw that last blue shell for the hell of it.
âWhyâd you play so shit?â If you werenât such close friends.
âShut up.â You groan and stand up to refill your glass before the final round.
âGet mine, too.â
âNo.â He knows you donât mean it when youâve already grabbed his cup so heâs content with pulling out his phone and posting a story about his victory. Stepping into the kitchen, you pull open the fridge door for the juice. As youâre pouring both cups, thereâs a knock on your front door.
You place everything back and leave the cups on the counter as you go to answer it and your mood shifts when you see him.
Hoshinaâs holding up bags of snacks with a wide smile that you canât help but kiss him. He reciprocates and you wouldâve spent more time there if not for the annoyance in your background.
âCome on, I gotta be back before 10 or Hasegawaâs gonna be on my ass!â
âGood!â Hoshina chuckles and closes the door behind him, following you back into the living room as you bring the drinks. And right at the site of him, Gen shoots up from the floor and points at Hoshina.
âHey, what is this asshole doing here?â
âNice to see you, too!â
Genâs eye twitches and he gulps down the entirety of his juice. Youâre in the background looking through the bags Hoshina brought with the knowledge of their one-sided rivalry. See, before you even got together with Hoshina, Gen would talk your ear off about how much he hated the guy and you prepared yourself for the worst for if you ever had to meet him.
Well, that backfired for your friend.
They continue to bicker until you wave around your controller, catching both of their attentions, âWrap up your cat fight so I can win.â Gen gives a final scowl and sits on the couch for the finale. Hoshina, in a mindful attempt to give the other more space, sits on the floor between your legs, his back leaning on the couch with his cheek resting on your thigh.
The race starts and itâs a map youâre not so good with. Thatâs already a disadvantage on top of it being one of Genâs favorites. The race goes on and the closest you can get is 2nd with Gen reining in at 1st for the last few laps. You click your tongue and hope that one of the blocks would give you some sort of miracle item.
Hoshina watches as you get so close to becoming first and immediately loses it once you turn a corner, feeling the frustration from behind him. The first thought that comes to mind might have not seemed beneficial in the moment, but it would kill two birds with one stone. Or, well, three.
He turns his head just a little bit and bites your leg. You make a noise and distract your friend beside you who can see whatâs happening in his peripherals.
âWhat the hell? Donât do that when Iâm right here!â Thatâs just enough time for Gen to miss his last drift and allow you to pass him right as the finish line comes into view. Gen sees this and curses under his breath, throwing his held item he manages to get in the middle of it all (a blue shell, figures) to stop you in your tracks.
Though, he didnât expect the boombox youâve been saving.
Suffice to say Hoshinaâs plan did the three things he accounted for: getting you out of that frustration, annoying Gen, and satisfying himself.
You were just happy you got to keep your BS5 for that week and Gen wished his eyes couldâve told him what was going to happen.
With the job comes a busy schedule, but at least the nights were for you two alone.
Itâs humid in the bedroom but neither of you cared amidst the hushed gasps shared. Despite being far from the station it seemed that these quiet habits were hard to break thanks to a certain someone.
Your eyes are glazed over and Hoshina places a hand on your face to keep your attention on him. âTired out?â You hum into his palm but shake your head. You can feel him shift inside you, slowing his movements to make sure you were there.
âJust a âlil more, please?â Hoshina crumbles under your words and what kind of lover would he be if he didnât indulge you? He kisses you softly before running his hands down to your hips, lifting them up slightly and you sigh at the adjustment. âSoshiro!â
âI got you, darlinâ, relax fâme.â It's hard when his words fire you up more than youâd like, but for him to continue you had to oblige. Soft caresses on your skin and whispers of sweet nothings in your ear brings you so, so close.
But itâs not enough.
His pace is slower this round, him being mindful of how many times youâd come already but heâs also holding himself back and you can see. Through the tears in your eyes you look up and see the sweat on his face, his neck, and dripping down his chest. Heâs straining, veins prominent in his neck and arms are telling.
Lifting your arms up you wrap them around his neck, pulling him down and burying your face into his shoulder.
âFaster, please. Soshiââ You canât even get his name out as heâs already fulfilling your wishes. Your moans are right in his ear, driving him to reach both of your climaxes as soon as possible. Itâs been hours since you first hit the bed and the feeling never gets old. Especially when he finds that spot in you that has you seeing white, and especially when he releases his warmth soon after yours.
The feelingâs too much, your nails scratching down his back and your body shaking from the last of the night. Itâs right there in front of you and before you know it, youâve latched your teeth onto his shoulder. A hybrid of a whine and moan escapes him with surprise as he tries to ride out the aftermath.
âO-Oh, shit.â He chuckles and his hips stutter, âThatâs dirty, sweetheart. Not fair for ya to be doinâ that.â You release him and lay back onto the mattress and with the energy you have left, you look at him again. You wish you could remember the view forever.
Hoshinaâs covered in the sheen of sweat, either just his or both of yours, and thereâs a sly smile on his face. His crimson eyes are right on you with the most mischievous yet adoring look in themâthe color of which matches the liquid seeping from the mark you just left.
âWait, baby, youâre bleedingââ You feel weak and disoriented but still have half the mind to try and reach to the bedside table for a tissue, but he catches you by the wrist.
Hoshina presses a kiss to the inside of your palm and settles you back onto the sheets, âDonât worry about it, I can tell ya like lookinâ so enjoy it a lil more.â He lets go of your arm and leans down to place a light kisses to your neck, suckling on the soft skin he can reach. You were already teetering on the edge of sleep and his ministrations were aiding in that.
Your arms come up to pull him down to you and he doesnât resist. Not like he wouldâve anyway.
âSoshiro?â
âMm?â
âI love you.â Your voice is quiet and you think he doesnât hear it. But Hoshina starts to smile against your skin and bring you impossibly closer to him. Lifting himself up a bit, he catches your half-lidded gaze.
You always say this after every night you spend together and he never gets tired of it. You couldnât deny it even if you wanted to, but he cherished you just as much.
âI love ya, too.â
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EIGHT FIRST DATES êšïž
003 ă KIM MINGYU
maybe boys your age just werenât your thing. after a sudden lunch date, you were already half convinced the search was overâ had you found the man you were bringing to your familyâs thanksgiving? how will chan take the news?
wc ~10k | mentions of death, age gap, mingyu is hot, smut mdni, fingering, dirty talk
youâd thought about yunhoâs words all the way until your head hit the pillow saturday night. no oneâs ever said anything like that to you beforeâ no oneâs ever needed to.Â
you knew yunho only cared for you the way your family, san and yeosang cared for you, but you couldnât shake it. maybe it was just your brain on overdrive after the previous forty eight hours, maybe you were making something out of nothing.Â
yunhoâs always been nothing but honest with you, he wouldnât say something without saying it. he had no reason to beat around the bush, if there was any bush to begin with.Â
soâ you shook it off and texted mingyu. at approximately nine forty eight in the morning on a sunday, feeling like you hadnât gotten any sleep at all.Â
you: hey this is tiny from last night :)Â
â incoming call from kim mingyuâŠ
you shot up in bed, your soul nearly leaving your body as you pressed the little green circle, your tired voice stumbling out a meek âh-hello?âÂ
âhey, itâs mingyu,â he sounded chipper, as if heâd been awake for hours already. you shot a hand through your hair, hopping out of bed as if he could see you through the phone.Â
âi know who you are, i texted you,â you said, then shook your head, eyes screwed tight. you didnât know if heâd hear the humor in your voice or if you sounded rude over the phone, you tried to play it off with âwhatâs up?â as you paced around your bedroom.Â
âjust finished up a meeting, heading home now. did you just wake up?â you could almost see his face over the phone, hear his smile. you threw your head back, all worries forgotten, knees bending to sit back on your mattressâ heâs so hot.Â
âmaybe,â you bit your lip, fighting a smile. the little balls of cotton that had pilled up on your comforter were suddenly the most interesting thing ever, mindlessly rolling them between your fingers as he spoke.Â
he laughed through the phone, a hearty chuckle that was music to your ears, âyou think after you have a cup of coffee to wake your pretty head up, youâd be free to meet me for lunch?â
your eyes shot open, jaw falling open, âtoday?!âÂ
âyes today, silly girl, are you free?â you glanced around your room frantically as if something in there would give you the answer, but as you looked at your calendar hung on the wall and there was nothing but blank space under todayâs date, there was zero reason to say no.Â
you nodded as your words came out, âi- um, yeah iâm free.â your voice had become quieter, more coyâ you couldnât believe your own decision.Â
âperfect, i have a place in mind, do you want me to pick you up or would you prefer to meet me there?â oh, your mind was in shambles. too many questions, too many decisions, far too soon after opening your eyes.Â
âi wouldnât want you to come all the way to get me, i can meet you,â you reassured him, a nervous chuckle following your words.Â
âitâs no problem sweetheart, whatever youâre comfortable with. iâll text you where and you let me know, yeah? iâm thinking two, does that work for you?â his voice was saccharineâ you swooned over how sweetheart danced off his lips all the way through the speaker of your phone. you laid back, flat against your mattress, massive smile on your face.Â
all you could respond was a breathy âthatâs perfect.âÂ
youâd never gotten in the shower so fast in your life. with your hair still wet, a robe wrapped around your body, you raced down to the kitchen to make yourself a cup of coffee, smiling to yourself because mingyu was the one who mentioned coffee in the first place.Â
ace was sat on the counter of the island, your sisterâs head in the refrigerator, both chatting before you padded into the kitchen.Â
âvi, grab me the oat milk please?â you asked as you poured your coffee into your mug. sixteen and in her sassy phase, vivi was an enigma, you swore she assumed the world revolved around her.Â
she handed you the flavored oat milk with a lifted top lip, âgross.â
âfirst of all, itâs good. second of all, you say that every time as if i drink nut milk out of choice. i donât want to be glued to the toilet all day,â you poured your milk into your cup, giving it a swirl before taking a sip. so good.Â
she cracks a smile, âcrazy how a wee sip of milk can take you down. weak shit.â
you roll your eyes then look to ace for help, who just throws his hands up in defense with an amused smile. him and vivi must be friends today.Â
as you make your way out of the kitchen, vivi calls after you, âtiny, can you take me to work later?âÂ
âi wonât be home!â you yell back from the stairs, making your way back to your room.Â
you had barely even started doing your hair before vivi was on your bed, a thousand questions on the tip of her tongue. âwhat are you doing that you wonât be home? all the boys are coming here.âÂ
âi know more people than just them, you know,â you rolled your eyes, your hands in your hair.Â
a sarcastic chuckle fled her lips like she was waiting for that answer, âlike who? karina, sakura?â
your jaw locks, as if hanging out with your cousins was embarrassing. it was true that you didnât bring your friends from school around, or hung out with any of them much outside of classes. the boys had met some of them, the few times youâd brought them to the frats with you over the years â that quickly ended when ace hooked up with one too many of your friends.Â
âiâm going on a lunch date,â you pointed your gaze at her through the reflection of the mirror, âcan you leave so i can get ready?âÂ
with raised eyebrows she stood, âdad says youâve been going on a lot of dates lately.â
your entire body tensed, âmatt should mind his own business.â
âi donât think it was an insult,â she shrugged, âi think itâs good youâre finally getting some.âÂ
you turned your entire body around to face her and snapped, âi think everyone should stop talking about what iâm doing, especially matt who has no fucking business talking to my little sister about who iâm seeing.âÂ
mascara coated lashes blinked at you, not an ounce of sincerity in her voice as she plainly said, âyou really need to talk to someone, tiny.â
âget out of my room, vi,â you turned back around, fighting every ounce of anger in your body, only taking a deep breath as you watched her blue hair bounce out of your room. hearing her refer to matt as dad always made you see red, something you couldnât let go of, you werenât sure if you ever would.Â
you got ready with a scowl on your face, waiting until the last second to put on mascara just in case tears decided to show themselvesâ in situations like this, they always seemed to.
you decided youâd meet mingyu, the restaurant he chose for lunch was only thirty minutes into the city and you didnât want to risk repeating what happened with chan. when you briefly looked at the menu online before choosing an outfit, you nearly choked on air when you saw the selection of food and the prices.Â
this was not a chill lunch dateâ this was a lunch date.Â
you panicked the entire car ride, realizing you didnât know shit about mingyu. you didnât think meeting hyunjin was sketchy because you knew so much about him already, you spent days talking to him and learning about him before you went out, it was the exact opposite with mingyu. youâve met him, but you didnât know him.Â
on top of that, no one knew where you were going, no one knew who you were meeting, which was a first â if your armpits werenât dampening at a rapid pace you could probably convince yourself it was exciting.Â
mingyu is older, that much you know. the owner of a distillery, absolutely. wealthy enough to take you on an expensive lunch date, that was new information. your heart only pounded harder against your chest when you pulled into a parking space.Â
âhey, sweetheart,â and just like that, your heart calmed in your chest, your breathing became normal. he wore black denim jeans, a light gray shirt that clung to every inch of his chest, the light band of skin around his wrist where his watch sat yesterday told you he was sporting a tan. golden, muscular, kim mingyu was anatomically perfect.Â
he had to lean down to kiss your cheek and you burst into flames where his lips met your skin. fingers fidgeting with your sleeve, the toes of your shoes touching, you felt so small under his gaze it was electrifying.Â
âmister kim, right this way,â the hostess approached you, two menus in her hand, the other pointed in the direction of your table. she sat you at a window table, a four top, you and mingyu sat across from each other closest to the window. you placed your purse on the chair next to you, your armpits beginning to dampen all over again. you needed to relax.Â
âhow are you?â he asked, a knowing smile playing on his lips. you cracked, you mustâve been radiating nerves, a smile breaking out on your own cheeks.Â
âgood, slightly nervous, but good,â you nodded through a laugh, getting the words out with enough life to hopefully hide the real amount of nerves you were feeling. this was all so new.Â
ânervous? no,â he gasped as if that was the silliest thing heâd ever heard, âhowâs the little drunk blondie? did you get him home safe?â
âtucked him into bed and everything,â you nodded before you realized how that sounded, your eyes widening. âthen i leftâ i just tucked him into bed. he was really drunk.â
âyou donât have to do that,â he pulled the menu into his hands, âi scouted you while you were on a date already, iâm well aware.â
your cheeks flushed as you grabbed your menu, grateful to have something to occupy your hands. your mouth pulled to one side, top lip swallowing your lower one. there was so much you wanted to know about him.Â
your waitress came over and got your drink orders, mingyu also ordered a couple of his favorite appetizers, which you were grateful for, you hadnât deciphered a single word off the menu yet.Â
âspeaking of blondie, you said heâs a friend from class, right?â mingyu met your gaze over his menu, âwhat are you studying?â
âeducation, i wanna be an elementary school teacher,â you nodded, âiâve wanted to be a teacher ever since i can remember.â
you caught a glimpse of his canines in a smile, âare your students gonna call you miss tiny?â
you lifted your eyebrows, âthatâs not a bad idea, actually. easy to pronounce, good for when iâm teaching phonics, too.â
he releases amusement through his nose, âyou sound like a teacher already.â
âi should, iâm graduating this year,â you rack your eyes over the menu again, you almost wished they had a kids menuâ there were too many options.Â
âare you getting your bachelors degree?â he asks, settling himself into his chair, leaning into the back of it. you wished the table wasnât between youâ you wanted to see him leaned back, manspreading in all his glory.Â
you nod in response and he points his eyes, âso that makes you⊠twenty one?â
âtwenty two,â you correct, holding up two fingers. he shakes his head, smiling in disbelief, and all you can conjure up is âwhat?â
âi knew you were young, i was just thinking like twenty five young,â you think all the blood drained from your face as you stared at him, you must of had your question written all over your face. he holds up three fingers on one hand and makes a zero with the other, looking uneasy behind his hands.Â
mingyu is⊠thirty. oh. you knew he was older from the jump.Â
you lifted an eyebrow, âso?âÂ
he smiles. âi figured that would be a deal breaker.â
âitâs not every day the owner of a distillery hands you his business card and also happens to be under the age of thirty,â you shrug, âi donât see why it would even be a concern, iâm an adult.â
he purses his lips, âyour nickname is fitting, miss tiny.â
you roll your eyes again, âokay, your turn, thirty-year-old-distillery-owner kim mingyu.â
you didnât know when you got comfortable, when words started freely flowing from your lips without a second thought, but you didnât want it to stop. mingyu was too easy to talk to, the walls you had just put back up had come crumbling down within minutesâ it was as if yunho didnât say anything at all.Â
the waitress drops off your drinks and appetizers then takes your entree order, you ordered whatever was least intimidating, the menu was so vast you couldnât focus enough to even read the whole thing. Â
âiâll start with the distillery,â he says after a sip of his drink, he ordered his own brand of whiskeyâ neat. âi think itâs obvious i inherited it, the company was established in 1917, hence its name, by one of my ancestors back in the day. it trickled down the family tree until my dad inherited it in the seventies, then it became mine a few years ago.â
âso youâre a nepo baby?â you gave him a cocky smile as you picked at one of the appetizers, looking up at him through your eyelashes.Â
he tried to frown through a very clear smile, his lips scrunched together, âtechnically, yes, but i did go to college, i double majored in business and marketing with a minor in finance.â
âthe fuck?â your eyebrows flew to your hairline, a hand covering the food in your mouth. âhow the hell did you have the time? the energy? the brain?â
he laughed, âlike you, i knew what i wanted from a very young age, what was waiting for me in the future. seventeenâs been alive for over a century, iâll be damned if it dies with me.â
you sat back in your seat, letting a breath out, processing the insanity that is a double major and a minor in those fields. âyouâre fucking crazy.â
âi did it, though,â he cocked his head to the side, pointing a finger at you, âlook at me now, seventeen is sold in over one hundred countries, in thousands of stores, distributed through retail outlets, liquor stores, and major chains. itâs insane to me that i can get it in places like this,â he looks around you, âweâve had to expand production capacity twice in four different countries since iâve been CEO.â
âdamn,â you blink, âyouâre like, kind of an important person.âÂ
he chuckles, âno, iâm just a guy that fucking loves whiskey. the first time i can remember trying it was when i was fourteen, my old man told me to âtake a sip and be a man about itâ.â
âmy dad let me try red wine when i was probably eleven,â you shrug, âi did not like it, i spit it on the floor and cried. still to this day itâs not my favorite.â
âred wine is easy work,â he raised a brow, âbe a man about it.â
you smiled, âtrust me, iâve tried.â
the rest of lunch came and went with constant conversation, you talked with full mouths and a competition of whoâs voice could be louder, the both of you having stories that reminded the other of another story, the cycle beginning and never ending. after your plates were cleared and your drinks were empty, the talk still flowed, so deep down a rabbit hole you couldnât remember where the conversation began.Â
mingyu reminded you of someoneâ you couldnât put a finger on it, there was something about the tone of his voice, how he teased you, how he spoke with such a maturity yet accompanied by a silliness, it was almost nostalgic with how comfortable you felt with him. it was like youâd known each other forever the way you spat stories back and forth, it was like talking with yunho, yeosang or sanâ except your memories werenât shared. refreshing couldnât even begin to describe it.Â
the lunch began with you soaking through your shirt and a heart pounding against your chest, but ended with sadness, clear disappointment that it was over. you didnât hide it, you couldnât if you tried with the way mingyu hugged you goodbye.Â
âwhatâs your schedule look like for the rest of the week?â he asked as you stood beside your car, your back leaned against the driverâs side door and mingyu towering above you.Â
âclasses wednesday, thursday, friday. they all finish around three,â you nodded, âbut other than that, iâm totally free.âÂ
he turned his head to the side, looking at you through lowered brows and pointed peripherals, âno job?â
you playfully smacked his arm, giggling, âi am very blessed and grateful for the life i live.â
âiâd hope so,â he smiled, âiâm free most nights, iâm super free wednesday night, my meetings end early that day. come over to my place and iâll cook for us?â
you gave him a look that said be for real, âyou just want to show off your supposed super awesome and amazing cooking skills.â
âwhatâs wrong with that?â he smirked and you nearly jumped him, âif i were you, iâd be jumping in excitement to feast on my super awesome and amazing cooking skills.â
âi guess,â you sighed as if you had no other option, âdepends what youâre making.â
âi guess youâll have to find out,â he mimicked you with a wink and you were transported to less than twenty four hours ago, when he stood behind the bar, his bar, and winked for the first time. you think you might be the luckiest human on earth. âiâll call you after my work dinner.â
âwork dinner still sounds wrong, you need to come up with a better name for that,â you leaned up off your car to give yourself space to open the door, a part of you hoping heâd kiss you goodbye.Â
ânow it will never get a new name simply because it bothers you,â he doesnât step back, instead he closes the distance, before you know it his hand is under your chin and his lips press to your cheek, his other hand reaching behind you to open your car door.Â
your cheeks flush, eyes focused on the lips that just touched your cheek as he pulled away. he noticed, of course he did, a cocky smirk growing, âcome and see me on wednesday for the rest.â
youâd make a noise of disgust if it didnât completely work on you, your abdomen clenched at his words. you needed him more than youâve needed anything else in your entire life, there was no question about whether or not you were seeing him on wednesday. from the moment you saw him you were wrapped around his fingerâ hopefully you really would be on wednesday.Â
âgoodbye, mingyu,â your cheeks flushed, trying to sound normal, ignoring how your entire fucking body went hot as you climbed into your car, âthank you again for lunch.â
âbye, miss tiny, talk to you later,â he closed your car door with a smile, and then he was off to his own. when he was out of view you took a deep breath, then squealed. you couldnât wait to tell everyone about him.
he did call you sunday night, but also monday morning, monday night, tuesday morning, tuesday afternoon and tuesday night. even wednesday morning when he knew you were walking up to your first class, kim mingyu couldnât leave you alone. you talked about anything and everything, he told you about his day, you told him about yours, you even let yeosang yell hello into the speaker once (it was actually against your will).Â
you didnât give anyone any detailsâ what you shared with yunho you kept with only yunho, you came home sunday with a big dumb smile on your face, sitting on your couch with your mind still standing outside your car with mingyu. the boys had asked, nosy as they are, but you couldnât bring yourself to share any details or even tell them what you had done. maybe that was your problem, maybe hyunjin wouldâve worked out if you never said anything in the first place.Â
you shook your head at the thought, hyunjin had a one track mind when it came to you. maybe a part of you wanted to keep mingyu all to yourself, you wanted to share your excitement only with him, or at least wait it out until there was more to tell. youâre optimistic, you could see something blooming with mingyu, you could see yourself being with him long termâ you knew your family would eat him up. but one question sat at the pit of your stomach, one you tried to keep buried, one you shouldnât worry about because no one elseâs opinion of mingyu should matter except yours.Â
standing outside the double doors to your class, you took a deep breath. chan hasnât texted you since saturday other than âthanks for taking me homeâ on sunday, you havenât texted him other than responding to that one singular message. tuesday night youâd prepared everything you were going to say to him after class, how to let him down easy.Â
âhey!â his smile was as bright as it usually is, shaggy blonde hair cascading down his forehead, oversized hoodie hugging his frame.Â
âhey chan,â you returned the smile, setting up your laptop and books around you. you were nervous, palms slightly sweaty, hands not fully stable as you prepared your deskspace.Â
âso, i have a proposition for you,â he starts, body turned fully towards you. oh no, is he asking you out again?
âproposition?â you quirked a brow, still not giving him your full attention as you logged into your computer, pulling up todayâs lecture.Â
âmy roommate wonât stop talking about you,â he says so casually it catches you off guard. you stare at him with a blank look, he has your full attention now, fingers stilling on your keyboard.Â
ââŠroommate?â you ask, face contorted into something of confusion and surprise, until you remember the chipmunk that you fed a wave in chanâs kitchen. âoh, brown hair, glasses?âÂ
âyes! his name is han jisung, he keeps begging me to set you guys up,â chan shakes his head, still wearing a smile, âhe keeps calling you an angel sent from above. we donât have girls in the apartment very often.âÂ
âchan, iâm confused,â your eyebrows are furrowed now, you turn your body to face him as your fingers reach your temple. âi took you home after our date, and now youâre trying to set me up with your roommate who i only caught a glimpse of in your kitchen?âÂ
he pulls his lips together, hand reaching up to scratch the back of his head, âi didnât know how to tell you because it sounds mean no matter how you put it, but i think weâd probably be better as friends.âÂ
you blinked at him, jaw slack, you thought he was going to say the exact opposite of the words that left his lips. you didnât know if it was worse or better that you were going to say the same thing to him, but for him to beat you to it? sickening.Â
âiâm sorry! please donât hate me,â he pouted, grabbing your hands with his own, âi had a really good time, iâve been dying to go to that distillery for ages, iâm eternally grateful you went with me.â
âi just⊠donât think thereâs anything between us romantically,â his cheeks were bright pink, a weak smile on his face, âbut there could be between you and jisung.âÂ
âiâ i donât know what to say,â you felt dumbfounded, you were sure your face reflected that. âiâm flattered your roommate is interested in me, but i donât think iâm interested in him. at least not right now.âÂ
chan lets go of your hands, his pout turning into a frown. âthatâs okay, let me know if you change your mind. he goes to school here, heâs getting his bachelors in music composition. heâs really funny, super cool and ridiculously smart.âÂ
you nod, âiâll let you know.â bringing your attention back to your laptop, all you could think was how much you wanted to tell mingyuâ heâd find the entire situation hilarious. you could see him throwing his head back in laughter, teasing you for taking care of the little drunk blondie for an entire night just for him to break things off with you.Â
the more you thought about it, the more that very thing began to irritate you. you barely heard a word out of your professorâs mouth, the lecture falling on deaf ears, only contemplating why chan broke it off with you first. you were pleasant, caring, let him do what he wanted without complaint, even cleaned up after himâ and he had the nerve to say you werenât compatible? irritating.Â
as class ended, you packed your things up in record speed, hustling out of your lecture hall, but chan was quick to follow you. you didnât necessarily hide the shift in your behavior, head in your laptop all class, not even looking at him once, even when he asked you questions you gave him curt answers and zero eye contact.Â
âwait! what the hell,â he called after you just as you made it outside, wind whipping at your skin, blowing your hair in every direction.Â
you stopped in your tracks, snapping your neck to look at him, âwhat else can i do for you?âÂ
chan looked confused now, his eyebrows knitted in such an adorable way it irritated you more. he sounded surprised as he asked, âare you mad at me?âÂ
âcan i ask you something?â you didnât wait for his answer, âwhy did you say thereâs nothing between us romantically? you basically said weâre incompatible.âÂ
his lips flattened, he sighed as he looked down before saying. âi did not say weâre incompatible, i said weâd be better off as friends.âÂ
âi agree with you, but i want to know why you think that,â you stood your ground, arms crossed, probably with steam shooting from your ears into the chilly october air, your frustration was clear.
âfine. i was drunk, not blind,â he threw his hands up, âyou didnât seem to be into the date we were on at all, your head was somewhere else the second you got into my car. which was fine, i figured maybe you were having an off day, but then we got to the class and all you looked at was mingyu. i knew then that you just werenât into me.âÂ
you purse your lips, cheeks flushing, it was embarrassing how quickly your anger turned to regret. you had no reason to be irritated in the first place, chan made his decision based on how you made him feel.Â
âiâm not angry at you,â he shrugged, âand it didnât really hurt my feelings. i think youâre cool and i want to be friends with you, going to the distillery was still a really fun experience.âÂ
âchan, iâm so sorry,â your palms hit your forehead, voice going weak. âthat wasnât fair to you at all.âÂ
âdonât get all sad, i said it didnât hurt my feelings,â when you looked back at him he was smiling, hands in the pocket of his hoodie. âthanks for apologizing, if you wanna make it up to me you can go out with my roommate so heâll leave me alone.âÂ
a smile broke out across your face, sniffing from how unusually cold it was. âiâll think about itâ just to make it up to you, though.âÂ
he rolled his eyes playfully, âi think youâll really like him.â
you ran a hand through your hair, âi do need a boyfriend before thanksgiving.âÂ
your hand clasped over your mouthâ you couldnât believe you let that slip. chan looked at you like he was lost, âwhat do you mean by that?â
you sighed, defeated, thinking maybe chan was a good person to talk to about it. he wasnât in your circle, wasnât biased to anyoneâ plus he was no longer a contender. âletâs go get coffee or something, iâll explain it all to you.âÂ
you and chan sat at the coffee shop on campus for an hour, you got everything off your chest. from how your cousins treated you, your sister, your entire family at this point to how you quickly came up with a lie to get them off your back. you told him about hyunjin, about mingyu, you told him everything and he listened to every word.Â
you talked not only about the other men, but about your date with him, too. you talked everything out together down to the last detail, chanâs humor made you feel better, as if you had no worries in the world and your date with him was just two friends hanging out in the first place. you felt relieved after talking it out with him, he understood you, your feelings, even your thought process, giving you advice as much as he eased your worries.Â
you didnât think it was possible for you two to be friends after going on an entire date together, you didnât think itâd be possible for anyone to. but with the person chan is kind, understanding, empathetic, he was more human than most people youâve encountered at your universityâ you were relieved to know you could stay friends and keep him in your life. your boys would like him.Â
then mingyu called, disrupting your coffee friend date entirely. chan was wiggling his eyebrows at you and you rolled your eyes, picking up your phone.Â
âhey sweetheart, how was class?âÂ
all of your worries seemed to flee.Â
mingyu texted you his address, telling you to come over around six thirty. being after four already and he lived thirty minutes away, you panicked. you rushed home, nearly hitting four other cars on the way there, not even stopping to say hello to your family before you were taking an everything shower.Â
knowing everyone was home, you were grateful no one stopped in your room to talk to you as you got ready, your lack of time to properly prepare had begun stressing you out before you walked in your front door. by six you were actually ready, a shock to everyone who would hear that sentence, and proud of yourself.Â
your plan was to sneakily leave through the front door, quiet as a mouse. you didnât want to be asked any questions, divulge any answers, no one needed to know anything about your whereabouts for the night.Â
your twin and your friends sat in your living room, vivi on the farthest corner of the couch, all eyes pointed at the flat screen tv hung on the wall. you stayed close to the wall as you snuck around the corner, tip toeing through the entryway to the front door. as your fingers reached for the knob, you peered over your shoulder, only catching yunhoâs eye before you slipped through the heavy slab of wood. you didnât give him time to make a sound before you were gone.Â
getting to mingyuâs house was hard, you hated driving in the city, but getting up to his place was even harder. he told you to tell the man working the desk your name and heâd guide you the rest of the way, but his instructions seemed too plain to get there, considering there were only two steps: get in the elevator and press âPâ.
there was a special elevator off to the side of the lobby in his building, which seemed more like a hotel than anything, and the man working the desk had to swipe a card to let you in. you did as you were told, confused as ever, pressing P as soon as he swiped the cardâ the button all the way at the top of the operating panel. only as you moved upward in the elevator and you passed the top floor did everything begin to clickâ mingyu lived in the penthouse of his building. the penthouse.Â
your nerves seemed to wake up as the elevator opened up, met with a full living room, all cream furniture and floor to ceiling windows. you were floored, not wanting to take a step forward until you sniffed. like a dog, your nose pulled you forward, the smell of whatever the hell mingyu was cooking completely entracing you.Â
stood at the stove, his back to you, your nerves were so overwhelming you nearly turned around and got back in the elevator. old jazz music played through his apartment, the smell of dinner and mingyu flooding your nose as you looked around for a moment before greeting him â you needed to process.Â
white marble countertops accented by a deep, ebony wood in the kitchen, cream tiled floors, a navy sectional in the living room accompanied by a matching ebony coffee table, a massive flat screen tv on the wallâ you shouldâve seen this coming. you knew he was wealthy, but this was more than anything you couldâve imagined. the place was so clean you were sure you could slide your finger across every surface and there would be no residue, you were willing to bet that not even a speck of dust sat on the ceiling fan that hung at least twelve feet above you. you were in heaven.Â
âyou scared the shit out of me,â mingyu called from the kitchen, taking his apron off as he rounded the corner of his kitchen island, âquiet girl.â
he snapped you out of your shock, ease consuming your now cold-sweating body, looking at him with a smile as you slipped off your boots by the elevator door, sock-covered feet padding along the cold tiled floor all the way to where he stood. he wrapped you in a hug, pressing a kiss to the top of your head before he said, âiâm happy you came.â
âme too, whatever youâre cooking smells amazing,â you say as you look up to him, arms still hooked around his waist, it was concerning how quickly his embrace could snap you out of a spiral. âthis place is fucking incredible.â
âthank you,â his smile is infectious, so wide you couldnât possibly wipe your own off your face. âhope you like steakâ cooked with dairy free butter.â
âyou remembered!â you exclaim, following him around the corner of the island, eyes looking from dish to dish laid out across the island. he really went all out, vegetables and sides and even a small charcuterie plate full of cheese and fruits. you looked up to him again, âall these, too?â
âcome on,â he shook his head as if you were silly for even asking that question, âwouldnât want to upset the tiny tummy.âÂ
your face flushed, you couldnât believe your eyes, ears or noseâ you told him once in quick conversation on sunday that you were lactose intolerant and he remembered, he made an entire dinner based around your restriction. you looked up at him with stars in your eyes, and he knew it, too.Â
âi canât believe this,â you shook your head as you stared the charcuterie board down, you were starving and the plate was calling your name.Â
âsit and eat, we still have some time before dinnerâs ready,â he slipped the apron back on over his head and you stifled a giggle at the sight before planting yourself down on a barstool on the opposite side of the island, picking at the plate of fruits and cheese. you took it easy on the cheese, just in case âyou couldnât help itâ the fruit was more than enough for an appetizer.Â
your head nodded along to the jazz music as he stood at the stove, cooking the steak, bouncing over to you every few minutes to steal a grape or plant a kiss on your forehead. it was oddly domestic, as if youâd been here before, meant to be in this exact situation. he asked you about class, you asked about his meetings, you went back and forth until he was plating everything, ignoring you every time you asked if he needed helpâ he answered the first time, he was done with the question after that.
âwhere do you wanna eat?â he looked to you across the island after everything was plated like you were at a michelin grade restaurant, maybe he was a chef in a past life. âwe can eat at the table, on the couch, i can come sit next to you and we can eat here.â
you shrugged, âwherever you want to eat, chef, your house your rules.â
the corner of his mouth lifted, âiâll come over there, donât want the princess to have to move her seat.â
you looked up at the nickname, in your twenty two years of life only one other person had nicknamed you princess. you hadnât heard the nickname since you were twelve, it was more comforting than you expected it to be.Â
mingyu noticed your look, tilting his head to ask, âwhat?â as he moved your plates to your side of the island.Â
âi just like that nickname,â you smiled before taking a sip of your drink, the surfside mingyu so graciously stopped at the liquor store to getâ you make one joke about enjoying seltzersâŠÂ
âthank you for cooking,â you said as he clicked his glass of whiskey with your can, and he nodded in appreciation.Â
âletâs eat!â he said with a wide smile, excitement exuding from his skin, you could see he loved cooking, especially for someone else. it made you curious about his other hobbies, what else he enjoyed besides cooking and seventeen, what made him as enamored as you were just by him. you wanted to know everythingâ every detail he wanted to share youâd embrace with open arms.Â
the food didnât just smell amazing, it tasted incredibleâ super awesome and amazing cooking skills, indeed. he seemed like the type to be talented at everything, the jack of all trades, you could just tell. he was perfect boyfriend material, he checked off everything on your more shallow listâ with time, you were sure heâd check off everything. you could feel it.
you spoke as you ate, from how he learned to cook to how he expanded his skill, the other things he had interest inâ he loves dogs, he likes to clean, fix anything thatâs broken (he likes to figure it out himself), interior design, he likes to drive and insists he doesnât have a driver, he likes fashion, you learned he speaks fast when he really enjoys something. you were precise with your questions, asking him specific details about things he enjoys just so heâd speak more, you loved every minute of it. you learned so much in such a short time, you became so engrossed in the conversation he ended up getting a lot out of you, too.Â
itâd been at least forty five minutes since you finished your meal and you were still talking â you bickered about doing the dishes and you finally won, insisting that he at least let you load the dishwasher while he washed them. he agreed with a sour look on his face and your smile was nothing short of victorious, and then your conversation picked up right where it left off. you talked about yourself, how you like to clean, keep a tidy space, your family, your friends, your plans for the future, the upcoming holidaysâ he almost got it out of you, but you kept your composure, not repeating what happened with chan.Â
by the time you made it to the couch, you were going back and forth about how you grew up, talking about your families. you were facing one another, you were sitting the same wayâ one leg on the couch, the other touching the floor, leaning your side against the back cushion. his couch was as comfortable as it was beautiful, navy velvet so soft to your skin you sunk right in.Â
âokay, whatâs something youâve done since you were young, and you still do to this day?â he kept his eyes on you, soft and focused, making sure you knew he was listening.Â
you squinted as you thought about it, racking your brain for any traditions youâve kept with your family. âwe have a holiday tradition,â you smile, cheeks flushing, not one hundred percent sure if you really wanted to talk about itâ but it was the only thing you could think of, and at this point you trust mingyu enough to speak on it. âweâve done this since i was twelveâ our entire family comes over to my house, my mom and stepdad host, we have over seventy people in the house for thanksgiving and christmas. itâs my momâs family, my dadâs family, my step dad's family, plus yeosang, san and yunhoâs families, too.â
âhow the hell do you cook for that many people?â mingyu stares at you in shock, eyes wide and eyebrows high.Â
âcook? please, we cater,â you shake your head, âwe all stand in the kitchen before we eat and we talk to my dad. whoever wants to, we just talk out in the open as if he was in the room, or telling stories about him. sometimes my dadsâ friends stop by too, they did that more often when we were younger, but theyâll stop by and talk to him or even about him, too. my mom will always tell the same stories of how they met, how me and my siblings came to be, the days we were born, how they named us. itâs important to us around the holidays.â
you watched mingyuâs expression soften, but he also looked as if he was thinking, processing. he finally spoke, a hush to his words, a delicacy you were expecting, âi had no idea, iâm so sorry.â his hand felt warm as he laid it on your knee, âi love that tradition, i donât doubt heâs there with you every time you talk to him.â
you gave him a smile, âthank you, itâs my favorite part about the holidays. after that i usually get berated for the rest of the day, if that counts as a tradition, too.â
he gives you a confused look through a laugh, âi donât think that counts. we have a somewhat similar traditionâ every year at christmas we make a toast to the ancestors who have owned seventeen, paying respect to the men who have made our lives what they are. we just added my grandpa to the list a few years ago, itâs special.â
âi love that so much,â you smile, âshowing gratitude to the men who have supported your family all these years. thatâs incredible.â
âitâs nothing like paying tribute to a lost parent,â his smile is a sad one, âbut the holidays are such an emotional time, itâs important to keep their spirit alive. can i ask about your dad?â
âabsolutely,â you nod your head, smiling at him, you were surprising yourself now. you didnât talk about your dad with anyone other than your family and your boys.Â
âwhen did he pass? how?â he asked, leaning his arm against the top of the couch, elbow bending to hold up his head.Â
âmy twin and i were twelve, my sister was six. ten years ago,â you nodded, thinking about the dinner you had with your family earlier this year, marking the decade of his passing. âfatal car accident, drunk driver hit him on his way home from workâ he was a lawyer.â
he groaned, âiâm so fucking sorry, that mustâve been awful for your family to go through.â
âthank you, still is sometimes,â you shot him a tight lipped smile, âhe was an incredible man, iâve forced myself to burn every moment spent with him to memory, i think about him everyday.â
âwhatâs your step dad like?â he changed the subject and your body went rigidâ you hated talking about matt. âwhen did your mom remarry?â
âeight years ago, i was fourteen. too soon, if you ask me,â you shift your legs, fighting your discomfort, âmatt is⊠something. my siblings love him, vivi was too young to remember much about our dad, so matt was quick to fill the spot. same with ace, he gets along with matt, ace needed a father figure after he passed and matt fit right in with them. happy family,â your smile doesn't reach your eyes.Â
mingyu points his eyes at you, âbut youâŠ?â
âi donât like him, point blank period,â you release a nervous chuckle, âi despised him when i was thirteen, when they started dating, i didnât go to their wedding. i hung out with my grandma, my dadâs mom, all day instead. me and matt have never seen eye to eye on anything.â
âwhy? is it just because heâs⊠not your dad?â mingyu crosses his arms, not in a judgemental way, but showing he truly just wanted to understand. âyou donât have to answer that.â
âyouâre fine, itâs fine,â you shook your head, âhe just isnât the same to me as he is to ace and vivi, and thatâs probably partially on me because i never let him in. i hated him when i was younger because he isnât my dad and he never will be, i thought my siblings looked at him like a replacement and it made me sick.âÂ
âi know he has good qualities but we never formed a bond, i never gave him the opportunity to. he tries to parent me even now and itâs almost funny at this point, i canât bring myself to accept him. he will never be a parent to me, heâs just a guy who lives in my house.â
mingyuâs nod is slow as he processes, arms uncrossing to put one up on the back of the couch again, âwhat do your siblings think about him?â
âvivi fully thinks i have issues, ace sees my side a lot, he understands me. tries to be a buffer between matt and i, defends me to matt but defends matt to me,â you couldnât believe that you were letting all of this information out so easily, but it made you feel better knowing mingyu was the one receiving it.Â
âof course he does, you got the twin thing going on,â mingyu nods, âiâm happy ace is at least on your side. iâd like to meet him, eventually.â
âmeet ace?!â you ask, eyebrows raised, then you thought about it for a second â ace would probably like mingyu, and mingyu would probably like ace. âactually, heâd probably like you.â
âprobably?â mingyu puts a hand over his heart, eyebrows furrowed and jaw agape like that hurt his feelings, âeverybody likes me.â
you giggle, âace wouldnât be the hard one to crack, matt would probably like you, too. my friends would be the ones giving you a hard time.â
âah, yeosang, san and yunho, right? the three musketeers?â he smiles, âmost guys would be terrified if they had a beautiful girl over and her three best friends were guys.âÂ
you laugh, ânot for nothing, you and yunho are probably matched in heightâ heâs the scary one. the other two are just stupid, but theyâre my people.â
âhe might be as tall as me, but is he as big as me?â mingyu wiggles his eyebrows, making you laugh again. âi want to know your people.â
âyunho is just as tall, but san might be as big as you,â you lift your brows with a tilt of your head, âbut you guys could go to the gym together, bunch of doritos.â
that made mingyuâs head fall back in laughter, you joining him before he reaches over to grab your hand, his face falling serious. âthank you for sharing all of that with me, i know it took a lot to be able to say all of that.â
you nod, âfor some reason, i trust you. i know we just met,â you shrugged, cheeks flushing, âi donât know, thereâs something about you, i guess. i really like you.âÂ
a smile spreads across mingyuâs face and you feel him tug at your wrist, pulling you forward. you were already inches apart before, but now youâre nearly in his lap, faces mere centimeters apart. your ears burn as he looks into your eyes, searching for something you couldnât place, his hand coming up to cup your cheek.Â
âi really like you, too,â he smiles for a split second before he leans forward, attaching his lips to yours, and in that moment you feel every puzzle piece in your brain fit into place. every single feeling of nostalgia, feeling so comfortable with him so fast, sharing so much about yourself when you barely knew the guyâ this was why.Â
everything about kissing kim mingyu felt right, as if you were searching for this your entire life, as if all of those years spent alone and uninterested in dating were actually spent waiting for him. every decision youâve made, every person youâve met, the dates you went on before thisâ it was all to lead you to him. sparks, fireworks, whatever people say about meeting the one, you could add to the conversation now because you understood.Â
he deepens the kiss, his tongue slipping into your mouth and you moan. you couldnât help it, couldnât fight it, every single nerve ending in your body was on fire. his hand slides to the back of your neck, pulling you closer, your hands flying up to his shoulders, wanting to feel every inch of him.Â
âbeen waiting to do this,â he whispered between kisses, his breath hot on your mouth, eyes closed.Â
you smile into the kiss, his words amplifying your hunger, your hands trailing from his shoulders to his chest, laying your palms flat against his muscled chest. you broke the kiss again, âyouâre so fucking sexy.â
âi should be saying that to you,â his hands move from your neck down your back until they scoop under your ass, pulling you onto his lap with ease as he shifts to sit forward, your bodies fully changing position. you gasp at the movement, wrapping your thighs around him, hands clinging to his shoulders again. the thought that he could flip you around with as much ease as he just showed you had your brain doing cartwheels, you could tell just by looking at mingyu that he was strong, but him proving it was a completely different story.Â
he caught your lips with his own again, hands still under your ass until they moved to your hips, digging his thumbs into your skin. you moaned into his mouth at the feeling and he let out a deep groan, rocking your hips forward. when you felt him beneath you, you couldnât help but gasp, another sound of pleasure escaping your lips and he smiled into you, whispering, âwant you so bad, princess.â
your head falls forward, eyes screwed shut, the stimulation too good to be over layers of clothes. you blamed his actions on sunday, youâve been thinking about him like this every night before bed with a hand between your thighs, now itâs actually happening. you supposed this is what it was like to be with someone you connected with on a deeper level, your body was responding quicker than your head was, getting lost in a fog, hands trailing to his neck, his jawâ you needed to feel all of him.Â
he let out a grunt, âtake it easy,â he stilled your hips with massive palms, you hadnât even realized you began moving on your own. âtonightâs about you.â
âwant you so bad, gyu,â you were breathless, you sounded like an animalâ voice shaky, nearly whining because he stopped you.Â
he chuckled, voice octaves deeper than it had been, âyouâll have me, but not yet.â
you sat back on his thighs, baffled, eyebrows knitted in clear irritation, âwhat do you mean, not yet?âÂ
his smile only grew, âiâll take care of you, i promise,â he spread his thighs which in turn spread yours, his hands trailing up your legs from your knee to your hips. âso spoiled already, what am i gonna do with you?â
you watched his hands travel across your body, back involuntarily arching at his touch, mewls slipping from your lips. you were losing itâ fuck waiting, you needed him, you reached for his zipper.Â
he grabs your wrist before you reach it, making you whine. âdid you not hear me when i said tonightâs about you? is your pretty head already too fuzzy for you to think correctly?âÂ
you pouted, looking up to him, trying to mimic chanâs doe eyes as best you could. âplease,â you begged, âwant to touch you so bad.âÂ
âbegging will get you nowhere,â he leaned back on the couch, a sense of authority filling the space between you, curbing your behavior entirely. âyouâll take what i give you, right?âÂ
you nod, falling into submission with ease, and the smile that grows on his face is despicable. he praises, âgood girl, thought so,â before he tugs your wrists forward, and your lips are on his again.Â
theyâre nastier this time, all tongue and teeth, and his hands are everywhere. on your back, on your hips, on your chest, the noises you let out would be embarrassing if you could think about it for longer than half a second. when his thumbs travel up your inner thighs you stiffen, your back arching, moaning into his mouth and he laughs, his chest rising into yours.Â
ârelax for me, princess,â he says into your mouth and you obey without even thinking about it, body sinking into his. he slips his right palm between your legs to cup your center over your pants and you grind yourself into him involuntarily, releasing a gasp as you finally get stimulation where you needed it most.Â
your head falls forward again, breaths growing heavy at the contact. he switches to two fingers instead, adding pressure along your clothed slit, pausing at your clit to rub small circles. you moans are pathetic, grinding into his hand, begging for more but you didnât dare say it.Â
âyeah, there you go,â he encourages, voice low and directly in your ear as you grind against his fingers, he doesnât stop talking, âgonna cum on my fingers when i havenât even taken your pants off? my girl is so desperate.âÂ
your moans raise in pitch at his words, the slight degradation only getting you there faster, you could taste your orgasm. you didnât know you were into that kind of thingâ you never had any experience in it, you and mingyu certainly didnât talk about it beforehand.Â
âgo ahead, princess, cum for me,â he encourages and you lose it, unraveling on his hand, his words tipping you over the edge. your moans are strangled in your throat as you finally release, breath stilling as your head sinks entirely onto his shoulder, his hand still riding you through it. when you back off his touch he halts his movement, bringing a hand up to your hair, fingers lightly scratching your scalp as he praises you. âso good for me, baby, did so good.â
you whimper in response, body completely spent on his lap, limp hands resting on his chest as his thumbs sneak down to hook in your waistband. you could hear his grin in his words, âi hope you donât think iâm done with you yet, wanna see your pretty face cum on my fingers.âÂ
you lifted your hips off of him and he slips the fabric down your legs one after the other, your brain completely fogged over, too fucked to do anything else but comply. youâd do whatever he said in this state, as long as he kept talking to you.Â
when you sat back down on his lap his thighs were spread again, your legs sat wide over his own, pussy on display for eyes that couldnât see it. he bared his teeth in a smile, head laying atop the back of the couch, looking at you through lowered eyes. it shouldâve been mortifying, being so exposed to him when he hadn't even taken his shirt off, but the feeling didnât come to mind when he looked at you as if he'd eat you alive.Â
âso good,â he praised, the smile not once leaving his face, âyou wanna cum again, donât you baby?â
you nod, whimpering, hips bucking into nothing beneath them. mingyu was so hard, you could see the ridiculous tent in his pants, you were nearly drooling at the sight. you want to see him, touch him, taste the full length of himâ it was cruel how he was keeping himself from you, but you still didnât tell him, maybe heâd praise you more if you didnât.Â
âsay it,â his hands were on your bare hips, the skin on skin contact had you heaving. you couldnât form any words other than make me cum, begging three times before his hands moved. Â
his fingers moved to your core and his lips were on yours again as his fingers slipped inside, index and middle, immediately curling inside of you. you plunged forward, your entire abdomen folding, the slight overstimulation combined with how thick his fingers felt inside of you was devastating. you were louder now, moans turning to cries, hips driving forward to match the thrusts of his fingers.Â
âfuck, mingyu,â words returned to you, a moment of clarity in the midst of the fog, âfeels so fucking good, please donât stop.âÂ
âthere she is,â his lips attached to your jaw, kissing down your neck as his fingers created a rhythm, âcame back to me, hmm?âÂ
âyes,â you moaned out, words breathy and light, âwant you to watch me when i cum.âÂ
he groaned, head falling back onto the couch again, his other hand reaching forward to rub your clit again. you cried out curses, watching mingyu as he watched you. you whimpered, âwanna feel you so bad, want you to fuck me gyu.âÂ
his eyebrows furrowed, jaw going slack, quickening his pace on your clit. you could feel another orgasm forming in the pit of your stomach, eyes falling shut, head lolling forward before you snapped it back upright. he wanted to see you, youâd let him have whatever he wanted.Â
âso close,â you cried, he was so fucking good at thisâ not once did the rhythm he created falter as you thrashed against him, following your hips with experienced fingers. âgonna cum, gyu.âÂ
âcum all over my fingers baby, give it to me,â he leaned forward, catching your lips with his own in a kiss before he growled, âcum for me.âÂ
the order had you seeing stars behind your eyelids, your body obeying without you even processing it, shaking in his arms as you got lost in your orgasm like a fucking riptide. this one was far more powerful than the last, it took you longer to ride out the full length of it, the aftershocks hitting you in tremors.Â
âgood girl, that was so hot,â his voice was strained as he praised you, clearly trying to hold himself back, but you couldnât place why he wouldnât do anything about it.Â
âwant you inside,â you said into his neck, head fallen onto his shoulder by now, small aftershocks of your orgasm still coursing through you. his hands rubbed your back, soothing touches to bring you back, a huff of amusement leaving his lips.Â
âyouâre insatiable,â he teased, hand dropping to leave a small tap on your bare ass. âyouâll have me another night.âÂ
âwhy?â you whined, body curling into his further, arms laying limp at your sides, âyou donât wanna fuck me?âÂ
âdonât do that,â he planted a kiss to the side of your head as his hands continued, leaving calming strokes on your back, âbe patient.âÂ
you sit up slowly, âi donât want to be patient.âÂ
âthen call up the blondie,â he shot you an amused smile, âiâm sure heâll be glad to fix your issue.âÂ
âmingyu,â you huffed, âthatâs not funny. iâll be patient.âÂ
ânever heard a woman complain after coming twice,â he shook his head, watching with careful eyes as you stood off his lap, reaching for your pants.Â
âi am so sorry that i want your cock so bad iâm begging for it,â you teased back as you slipped them up your legs, a playful smile on your lips.Â
he lifted a brow, âtouchĂ©.â
you stayed at mingyuâs place for hours after, half listening to whatever movie he put on his tv while you fought to not get lost in conversation. it was too hard when he put on a romcom, the first time he nitpicked a detail the fight was over, entering a debate about how stupid it was for the main girl to be interested in the man who was clearly an asshole. mingyu thought it was stupid, you stood up for the girlâ youâve been there too many times to not stick up for her. at least half the movie was spent talking about the movie.
you spent the other half of it lazily kissing, hands traveling across each otherâs skin, he let you maneuver your hands under his shirt, feeling his chiseled abdomen, his chest, his backâ you were right, every part of him was strong. his fingers had slipped under your pants again, the movie was over for far too long before the two of you had come up for air.Â
but he still didnât take it furtherâ didnât let you touch him below his belt. you couldnât understand why, until he finally gave you a reason, âi just want to wait, i know itâs old fashioned. donât make fun of me.âÂ
your body went hot, you were now convinced that anything he did could turn you on. âuntil when?! marriage?!â you joked, and he only responded by pressing his lips to yours again, effectively shutting you up.
you didnât want to leaveâ you knew mingyu had meetings early the next morning, you had classes, but his couch was so comfortable, the blanket he threw over you was so cozy, you couldnât fathom going outside in the cold air or sitting in your car that would take way too long to warm up. you felt like you were in your own bubble, just you and mingyu, no one knew where you were or what you were doing. you didnât want it to end.Â
you checked your phone after hours, your phone screen flooded with notifications. you scrolled through as mingyu traced patterns along your stomach over the blanket, his head lying just below it, both of you sideways on his massive sectional.Â
8:28 pm
yeo: tiny are u alive
8:51 pm
yeo: tiny i am getting nervous yeo: pls answer
it being past ten now, you were scared to continue scrolling.Â
9:23 pm
sannie: yeo is tweaking sannie: he is telling ace lol
you sighed, eyes closing, your bubble was burst.Â
9:31 pm
yeo: ace did not gaf yeo: bro said ur prolly on another date yeo: good luck have fun get some
you swiped out of your groupchat, seeing an unopened text in your thread with yunho.Â
10:01 pm
yunho: worried about u yunho: hope this oneâs treating you better
you smiled, fingers typing awayâ yunho was the only one who knew who mingyu was.Â
10:23 pm
you: dont be worried im fine you: hes perfect he's the one you: thanksgiving secured
the bubble appeared in seconds, then it went away.
â yunho liked your messages.Â
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Bloodlines entwined: VIII | jjk

‷ having a baby alone was supposed to be easy. but an accidental twist of fate pulled you into a hidden world of werewolves, and ancient bloodlines. navigating your already complicated life becomes even harder as you uncover your past; one tied to a legacy you never knew existed. and in the middle of this chaos stands jungkook, the werewolf king⊠and the father of your child.Â
â Â pairing: werewolf!jungkook x female readerÂ
â Â genre: strangers to lovers, parents-to-be au, royalty au, werewolves au, soulmates au, angst, fluff, and smutÂ
â rating: 18+Â
â Â words: 7,993
â Â warnings: sexual tension, strong language, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, riding, creampie, nipple play, a lot of teasing, nervousness, mention of death, a looot of crying, mention of murder, grieving, sadness, emotional distress, and dark thoughts
â authorâs note: soo my hand is still very much in pain, but slowly throughout the week, iâve prepared the post because this chapter has been written like 2 weeks ago. I hope iâll be able to post next week the next chapter because I havenât been able to work on it at all đ This chapter is quite emotional, I cried writing it so be ready for whatâs coming đ«Ł The chapter is shorter than the previous one, but since itâs a heavy one, I decided to make it shorter đ€ Hope youâll enjoy it & let me know what you think â€ïž

Chapter VIII: memories of the past
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Sleeping with Jungkook could have been easier if you hadnât been so much into each other. The bed felt so small with him by your side. And man, you simply couldnât resist him. You couldnât resist his leg brushing against yours. You couldnât resist his strong scent.
You tried to keep your distance, to focus on sleep rather than the way his breathing matched yours, the way his body radiated heat that pulled you closer. But resisting him was useless. His mere presence ignited something deep inside you, something impossible to ignore.
And then there were his armsâstrong, inviting. One careless movement, and his hand was resting on your waist, his fingers barely brushing against your skin. A shiver ran down your spine, your heartbeat drumming in your ears.
You turned slightly, just enough to glance at him, and found his dark doe eyes already on you. The dim light caught the sharp angles of his face, the way his lips parted slightly as if he, too, was struggling to fight the pull between you.
Taking a deep breath, you tried to steady yourself. But with Jungkook so close, so intoxicating, you knew sleep would never come easily. His eyes roamed your face, his fingers soothing the skin of your waist, his tongue licking his lips, and his breathing was heavy. It was a matter of seconds before youâd both surrendered to temptation.
And well, before you could even register what was going on, his lips were sealed on yours, kissing you like there was no tomorrow. His hand on your waist pushed you closer to him, the other one was right under your chin to hold you. Your hands found their way to his hair, playing with it.
The kiss was far from being innocent. It was actually those kinds of kisses that only meant one thing. Sex. None of you wanted to stop. You were both craving each other so deeply. You always did. There hadnât been a second in the past weeks that you didnât desire this man with your entire soul.
Before you knew it, his cock was buried deep inside you as you were riding him. This was pretty much unexpected, but man, it felt so good. Yuna could come more often if it meant having Jungkook inside you. Your palms rested on his toned chest for leverage as you lifted yourself up and down on his cock.
âShit,â you gasped. Â
You were completely drunk in the feeling of his cock filling you up, his hips working in tandem with yours while your arousal dripped down your thighs, pooling around the base of his cock. Jungkook couldnât help but love the way your body contorted with delight as you were both fucking.Â
âYouâre so fucking wet,â he groaned, his hands holding your waist tighter when your walls squeezed him. âAnd making such a mess on my cock, sunshineâ his deep voice sent shivers down your spine.
At this rhythm, you knew youâd be coming undone at any moment. A desperate moan fell out of your mouth, your nails digging into the skin of the muscles on his chest. Jungkook groaned when you sped up the movement of your hips, the warmth of your walls wrapping around him tighter than before as his hands went up on your body, cupping your breasts in them. He pinched your nipples between his fingers, causing you to moan louder and louder.
âYouâre fucking hot, yn,â he groaned. âYouâre riding me like you own this dick.â Â
You could feel his cock twitch inside of you as you rocked your hips at a steady rhythm, your palms still pressed against his toned chest while his hands gripped onto the sheets.
âBut I do own Jungkook Junior,â you winked at him.
âYou fucking do,â he whispered.
A small moan left your lips when you looked down at him. His wet hair sticking on his face was turning him into an even hotter man. His eyes were staring up at you in that stunning way that showed you how lost in the pleasure he was. His tongue licked his lips as he moaned out your name, tugging at the sheets and thrusting up into you with more urgency each time.
Your walls clenched around his length, squeezing him hard. So far, he had let you set the pace and used him the way you wanted but it was just too slow for him. He craved more so he started thrusting up to you in a harsh way. He went deep inside of you, and you were loving it. He was stretching your insides so much with his rough thrust and it made your whole body tremble. The wave of pleasure inside you had suddenly grown so strong that you felt like you were about to come.
âGonna cum, Jungkook,â you whimpered.
Your nails sank into his chest, making him groan at the pain and pleasure it gave him. He gripped the sheets harder as he continued to roughly thrust into you.
âGo ahead, sunshine, make a mess for me,â he groaned as he kept thrusting hard.
Those dirty words were all you needed to let go of your orgasm. You were fiercely coming, biting your lower lip to muffle your moans. Your thighs were shaking but he kept thrusting into you while you were completely high from your orgasm. Jungkook was completely loving the way you were creaming his dick.Â
His pace became more brutal as he was chasing his own orgasm, making the bed creak under you. Your walls kept clenching around him and that was all he needed to come. He closed his eyes, enjoying this moment of release and you were sure heâd never look so sexy.Â
You collapsed over Jungkook as you both tried to catch your breath for a little while, and you left a lot of kisses on his sweet face. He loved it and he could stay like this forever. His arms wrapped around you, holding you tight in his embrace.
If temporarily living with him meant having sex at 3 am, you would be more than down for it. Then, you broke the hug to clean yourselves because both your arousals were all over you. His dick was covered with his sperm and your juices while those same things were dripping down from your pussy.
Once cleaned and back to being dressed, you fell asleep in each other arms, more than happy to be together. Â Â

Hours later, Jungkook told you the Shadows would like to reveal your existence to your grandparents. They also asked him to be the one giving them the news. Obviously, he didnât want to do it without your approval. He also mentioned that he wanted to do it with you by his side, which meant meeting your grandparents for the first time.
And now, youâre standing in front of their house after four hours of driving. Jungkook is firmly holding your hand while he hears your heart beating extremely fast. He can feel your nervousness radiating through his chest due to the strong bond linking the two of you. But he canât really do much, except being there for you as heâs been doing for the past three months.
âEverything is going to be fine,â he tells you through thoughts. âIâm right here.â
âWhat if they donât want me?â your eyes look up at him.
âGive them some time,â he answers. âThis is going to be a shock for them.â
Youâre very much aware of that. They thought you died twenty years ago, and now, youâre showing up at their door with a baby on the way. But youâre afraid they might push you away because of your true nature.
âReady?â he asks.
âReady,â you answer.
Jungkook knocks at the door, and the second he does it, footsteps are heard on the other side of the door. Your heart pounds faster, your hands squeezing Jungkookâs hand. Youâre dying on the inside. This is way more frightening than going through a transformation or finding out that youâre part of the werewolf world.
Those two people are about to discover youâve been alive all these years.
When the door opens, an old man of around 75 years appears. Your grandfather. The second he sees Jungkook, he bows.
âYour Majesty,â he says with a honey-like voice.
But when his eyes land on your figure, his face falls apart, and he completely freezes. He recognizes you, thereâs no room for doubts. People always told you that you were the perfect mix of your parents. Apparently, you look like both of them.
âIs this real?â he finally breaks the silence.
Jungkook speaks for you because you donât know what to say. You canât just say âHi grandpa, itâs really me, yn, the granddaughter you thought dead.â
âIt is really her,â his voice is low and extremely soft.
Tears form in his eyes, and it completely breaks your heart. You canât even imagine how he must feel right now. Seconds later, your grandmother comes into vision, and she instantly falls to the ground, tears running down her face.
What you do next catches you by surprise. You get down on your knees to be at her level before you wrap your arms around her. She hugs you back, holding you like sheâs holding for dear life. She cries in your embrace, soaking your shirt, but you couldnât care less. Tears also appear in your eyes, and you let them run down.
Since you were very little, you have desired nothing more than to meet them. Your parents barely talked about them; there was a lot of tension between them because of what they did. But today, your parentsâ sins donât matter anymore. You are finally meeting your grandparents. The werewolf grandparents whose bloods run through your veins. The ones that make you a part of this world.
âYn,â your grandmother whispers at some point. âMy dear granddaughter.â
You hold her tighter as she whispers those words. Sheâs devastated; you can hear it in her voice. That voice reminds you of your motherâs voice; it was a very similar one. This is, for sure, very comforting.
âI thought you were dead,â she continues. âI thought we had killed you.â
âYou didnât,â you answer. âIâm right here.â
She doesnât stop crying, her grasp still tight around your body.
âIâm so sorry,â she adds. âIâm so sorry.â
Hearing her apologizing to you breaks your heart beyond comprehension. Is it really her fault? Youâre not sure. Your parents were the ones who broke the rules in the first place. Your grandparents didnât kill your parents, but they could have protected them. They could have protected you. But they didnât.
However, you canât blame them. Everybody seems to follow the rules of this universe. Hybrids are forbidden, just like the love between a human and a wolf is. They warned your parents, but they never listened. So it isnât entirely her fault.
âIâm sorry, yn,â she repeats.
âItâs okay,â you answer.
She doesnât answer, she only cries more. This reunion isnât going the way you expected it. You envisioned your grandparents slamming the door at your face, and insulting you for being alive. But they didnât do that. Your grandma is crying in your arms, apologizing for the past.
The two men watch this heartbreaking moment with tears in their eyes. Jungkook didnât know what to expect, he knew itâd be an emotionally challenging moment, but he never thought itâd be like this.
After a moment, you put an end to this tight embrace. Your grandmotherâs hands clean your face, her fingers tucking a strand of hair behind your ear while a small smile appears on her face. Her face is so close to yours, and you get to properly see her. Your mother looks so much like her. Her hands cup your face while she definitely looks at you.
âWelcome home, yn,â she breaks the silence.
You hug her once more before you both stand up. They let you get inside. As you walk in the hallway, you notice the many pictures hanging on the walls. You stop when you see one with your mother in it. She was so young on it, youâd say she was like 12-13 years old. She has the brightest smile on her face, and she looks absolutely wonderful. Seeing her like this reminds you of how much you miss her.
Your mother was a sunshine; sheâd spread such a warm energy. Youâd love being around her, your mother was your everything. Losing her was the worst thing that happened to you. Losing her comforting embrace is what still hurts the most. Nothing can ever compare to being in your motherâs arms. Itâs been twenty years, but youâre not sure this pain will ever go away.
There are pictures of other people, some looking a lot like your mother. Youâd guess that they might be her siblings. Uncles and aunts you never met so far. Your grandparents halt when you reach the living room. Itâs a very cozy one. Thereâs a TV with a beautiful couch, and on the left, there is a large table. However, what catches your eye is the beautiful picture of your mom and one of you next to her. Itâs a picture of you as a baby.
Seeing those two pictures hanging on the wall breaks your heart. Itâs a reminder of the grief theyâve been carrying for twenty years.
They offer coffee or tea which you accept, and while they disappear for a moment, you hug Jungkook. His presence is beyond comforting, but his arms are without any doubt what you really need. He doesnât hesitate to wrap his strong arms around you, understanding how much you need this. Having him by your side when you navigate these intense moments is what you truly need.
âThe coffees are ready,â Jungkook whispers before pressing a gentle kiss on top of your head.
You step back to turn around. Your grandparents are standing behind the table and looking at the two of you with a little smile. They bring coffee, some biscuits, and pieces of cake, and everything looks exquisite. They invite you to sit down before they pour coffee into four cups and hand you a plate. At first glance, you take a piece of cake.
âThanks for the coffee and the cake,â you offer them a little smile.
âYeah, thanks a lot,â Jungkook adds. âThe cake is delicious.â
âYouâre welcome,â they bow to the king.
It still amazes you how respected Jungkook is. Itâs so special to see people bowing to him, and youâre not sure youâll honestly get used to it. And one day, your son will also go through this.
âWhere did you get that picture?â you ask, referring to the picture of yourself.
âYour mother sent it to us for your first birthday,â your grandmother replies. âEven though things were tense, she dropped a picture of you at our place.â
âWe hid it for years,â your grandpa says. âBut after that tragic night, weâve hung it there to commemorate your and your motherâs lives.â
It doesnât surprise you that your father is nowhere to be seen. He was a humanâcelebrating him wouldnât really make sense. But he still deserved it; he was such a wonderful man.
âMy momâs picture is really beautiful,â you admit with a little smile.
Jungkookâs hand delicately rests on your thigh, a gesture indicating that heâs by your side and ready to comfort you in case you need it. For a moment, your eyes linger on him, and his fingers soothe your skin.
âIâm right here,â he mind-communicates to you.
âI know,â you answer.
Your eyes look once more at your grandparents.
âCan I ask you something?â you question, and they nod. âWhy are you welcoming me so well? Iâm a hybrid, and you hunted my parents and me to kill us all.â
âLife took a tragic turn the moment your parents met,â your grandmother begins, her voice laced with sorrow and longing. âThey knew the risks, knew exactly what would happen if they chose to be togetherâbut they still followed their hearts, running away to build a life of their own. We never wanted that for our daughter. We wanted her safe, by our side. But what could we do against love?â
She pauses, her gaze distant like sheâs reliving the pain all over again. Seeing her like this isnât easy because you only feel sorry. How has she kept living while thinking she has forever lost her daughter? God, the only thought of losing your baby boy devastates you, and heâs not even born yet.
âWhen we found out she was pregnant⊠we knew we had lost her forever. That pain was unbearable,â she says, shaking her head. âIt only worsened when they vanished without a trace. Not only had we lost our daughter, but we knew there was a childâa grandchildâwe had never met. You.â
Her voice trembles, but she composes herself. Honestly, you admire the woman standing in front of you. For sure, life forced her to make the wrong decisions, but she has been enduring the harsh consequences for the past twenty years.Â
âEven when we learned what you were, it didnât matter. You were still our blood, our family. We would have never turned our backs on you.â
A deep sigh escapes your grandfatherâs lips as he finally speaks.
âAfter that night,â he begins. âThe night we thought we lost you all, we have mourned and honored your lives. And yet, your true nature has never mattered to us. It never will. You are our grandchild, and nothing will change that.â
His eyes soften, glistening with emotions too heavy to name. Instinctively, your hand rests on top of Jungkookâs to squeeze it.
âSeeing you here, standing before us, feels like a dream. But knowing that you are alive? That is the greatest miracle of all,â he admits.
âMr. Song saved me that night,â you tell them. âHe actually wanted to save my parents too, but mom refused to be saved. She was ready to face the consequences of her sins, but she didnât want me to pay for it. So he took me out while they were executed in our living room.â
Your words send shivers down their spines. In twenty years, they have refused to hear a word about that night, but today, they want to know how you survived.
âMy dadâs friend took me in and raised me for the past twenty years. Heâs my second father, and I love him with all my soul. But what I ignored all these years was the fact that the late King Taemoo was protecting us. He knew about me but kept me alive.â
This definitely takes them off guard. Their eyes move to Jungkook, asking for confirmation from him. The man nods.
âI grew up all these years ignoring my wolf side, and itâs been hard to realize that my parents hid this from me. Iâve had powers but never knew they were linked to this. I unveiled all of this when I got pregnant.â Â Â
They donât seem surprised, but you guess they can hear the babyâs heartbeat and his special scent.
âIt hasnât been easy. Being pregnant, discovering Iâm a hybrid, discovering the real story behind my parentsâ death, and navigating through this whole werewolf world have been draining me,â you continue. âBut Iâm glad that I got to meet you. To meet my biological family.â
A smile appears on your face. Your life has been pure chaos lately, but in the end, youâve got to meet your maternal grandparents. You finally get to connect with your biological family. Youâre not expecting things to go easy, but youâre glad to be able to meet them.
âAnd weâre extremely glad to see you,â your grandma smiles. âWeâre happy you didnât die that night. Youâre our miracle, together with the life growing inside you.â
Your other hand goes to your little belly to caress it with your fingers. The baby inside your stomach is the reason why this all has been happening. And honestly, youâre happy because, after all these years, youâre finally getting the answers to all the questions you always had. Hearing them isnât easy, but you finally have them.
âIs it the Kingâs child?â your grandpa dares to ask.
âIt is,â you confirm, and Jungkook nods at the same time.
âSo the next heir will carry our blood,â he whispers. âIn the middle of all this pain, at least, weâve got some wonderful news.â
You donât doubt your family might be proud that their next King will carry their genes. It must be such a new thing to them as the royal family has always been part of the Bloodâs pack.
Your grandparents proceed to tell you that you have two uncles and three aunts. All of them are married and have children. They all have two kids, except for one of your uncles, who has four kids. Thatâs huge, honestly. So it means that you have twelve cousins. Youâre actually their oldest grandchild. Your mom is their firstborn and had you when she was 22. The next cousin born after you is actually four years younger. Your youngest cousin is actually 5; itâs crazy.
They also tell you many stories about your mother. It matches the souvenirs you have of the woman you grew up with. She had the purest of souls, always helping others and always shining through the dark. She was loved by everybody. She was the perfect firstborn, but everything fell apart when she met your father, a human. After all these years, they wondered if he was her soulmate. They believe so because who would run away like this with somebody who isnât their soulmate?
It's something you never thought about, but now that they bring this up, it seems to make sense. It is something youâd do with Jungkook if you had to. This bond is so damn strong.
You spent the entire afternoon with them, remembering your parents and cherishing those memories. It seems like it was a lifetime ago, but hearing new stories of them is deeply comforting. You got to meet another side of them. A side where they were more than just your parents. A side where they were individuals. As their child, you only saw them as mom and dad, but they were also more than that. They were a daughter and a son, they were a sister and a brother, they were friends, they were coworkers, and above anything else, they were lovers.
They also told you how your mother looked like as a wolf. Based on what Jungkook told you, it seems like youâre identical to her. You would have loved to see her wolf side. You would have loved to share your first transformation with her. But that wasnât the case, and it hurt. It was a blessing to have Jungkook, but you got this wolf blood thanks to her. You would have loved her to be by your side as you unveil this part of you.
So it makes you cry. Jungkook hugs you, trying to comfort you, but this time, his arms arenât enough to appease the pain inside your heart. It doesnât appease the hole your parents left when they were ripped from you. Your grandparents join this hug, trying to provide the same comfort, but it doesnât work. All you want right now is your mom and dad because this isnât your adult self crying. Itâs the ten-year-old version of yourself that is crying.

On your way back home, you ask Jungkook if you can stop at the cemetery. You feel the need to speak with them tonight. Itâs pretty late, but you canât go to sleep if you donât speak to them. They wonât be able to answer back, but at least youâll take a weight off your shoulders.
Jungkook is waiting for you in the car, leaving you some privacy, although you know heâll hear everything, but you donât mind. Heâs the man youâre falling in love with. You trust him so much, and you know he wonât do it in a villainous way.
âHi, mom,â you say as you watch the picture hanging on the tombstone. âHi, dad,â your eyes move to the right to see his picture. âHope youâre having fun in heaven.â
A smile spreads across your face as you imagine them dancing together. They used to do that quite often to maintain the spark. That was what they said. Your right hand is holding a used tissue. You bring it with you in case you start crying all over again.
âI met grandpa and grandma today,â you say. âI was so happy to meet them and hear all the stories they had about you, mom. They also shared some stories about you two,â the smile on your face doesnât fade away. âIt was hard to hear them, and I guess Iâve never gotten over your deaths. Maybe I never will.â
This is the sad truth. You were so young when you lost them, and youâve struggled your entire life to accept it, but unfortunately, you never did. Even now that you know the truth. You thought that knowing the full story would help, but it didnât. Maybe you need some time, but it feels like the more time passes, the more you realize this pain will never leave you.
âIâm so sad you never got to tell me about this whole werewolf universe. Iâm sad I never got to go through all of this with you. Even if I love Jungkook, itâll never compare to how it would have been with you. I just wish you could have been here today. I just wish you could meet Jungkook and see how beautiful he is,â your eyes halt at your momâs picture. âI wish you could help me navigate this pregnancy.â
Jungkook hears your words, a tear rolling down his face as youâre pouring your pain out. He wishes he could be enough, but he knows perfectly well heâll never be able to fill the void in your heart. His father left one in his heart, too. He understands your pain more than anyone else. He wishes he could go and hug you right now, but he knows you need to be alone. Heâll hug you once youâre back.
âBut I hope youâre watching over me from where you are. I like to think that your souls are somewhere because it helps ease the pain, but Iâm not even sure youâre really there. I like to think that all these years youâve been my guardian angels, that you protected me from being killed because of who I am. I like to think that with the late King Taemoo, you brought me and Jungkook together. I might be stupid, but itâs what helps me keep going.â
For a brief moment, you look up at the sky. The stars are shining so bright tonight, it feels like itâs a sign from them. It feels like theyâre telling you they are here by your side. Your smile grows wider at the mere thought that they are with you.
âI hope one day Iâll get to see you again and hug you because your arms will forever be my favorite place. I remember Iâd sometimes cry for no reason because all I wanted to see were your faces and feel your arms. I remember not being able to fall asleep without a goodnight kiss from you. I remember pretending to sleep when youâd come to check up on me and kiss my cheek. I remember going at 7 am to your bed, in the middle of you, to wake you up.â
You remember so many little silly things, and you cherish those moments. You hope one day to have them with your baby boy.
âI remember so many things that I wish I could live again one more time. Itâs hard to keep living without you. Itâs hard to wake up in the morning and realize youâre not here. Itâs hard to hear that you saved me that tragic night because sometimes I wish you didnât save me. Sometimes I wish that I was gone with you so I didnât have to bear this pain.â Â
Tears roll down your face as you tell them how you feel sometimes. How you feel when their passing is a heavy weight to carry. The pain is sometimes so suffocatingâŠ
Not too far from you, Jungkook cries because he never imagined how hard it truly was for you. He knew it, but itâs deeper than that. This pain is deeply rooted in your heart; he can feel it. Itâs extremely hard to hear that sometimes youâd prefer to be dead.
âBut now, thereâs my baby boy, and I feel like I need to live for him. This whole journey to become a mother was to gain back control over my life, but I guess it truly was to give me a reason to hold onto life. To see that life can truly be beautiful too. That there isnât just pain,â you confess while cleaning your tears. âAnd that journey gave me Jungkook. It gave me a man who protects, loves, cherishes me, and stands by my side in silence. His presence has comforted me in ways I canât even explain. Heâs the only one whoâs come close to filling the void you left behind.â
For a moment, you think of Jungkook with a smile growing on your face.
âIâm not saying Felix didnât give me that,â you say. âHeâs loved me like a father, but Jungkookâs love is so different. Itâs more precious.â
Felix is your father, his arms have given you the comfort your parents couldnât anymore. You feel safe in his embrace, and thereâs not a day that goes by where you donât wish to be in his arms. But Jungkook is very different. The love he gives you is completely different. Itâs a love youâd like to keep forever in your life.
âI know Iâve never made things easy for Felix, but he always stood there like a father would. Heâd hug me when the pain was always too overwhelming. Heâs my third parent. He didnât fill the void you left but showed me that I could let him in. My heart created a special place for him. A place that only he has. I love him so much.â
You look down at your hands, fingers playing with a button on your coat.
âAnd now thereâs Jungkook. His love has been mending my heart. Itâs like heâs been picking up the pieces and putting them back together.â
You canât picture a life without Jungkook anymore.
âAnd I know heâs going to be the best father to our son. Like dad, and Felix.â
Tears stream down your face, and you let yourself cry again. You wrap your arms around your chest, imagining that itâs your parents' arms, imagining them trying to comfort you from wherever they are.
In no time, Jungkook is here, his arms wrapping around you and your face falling against his chest. He doesnât speak; he only holds you to let you know heâs here. You donât see him silently crying. This hurts him too, not as much as you, but it still hurts.
âCan we go home?â you ask in the middle of your sobs.
âYes, sunshine.â
Once you stop crying, the two of you quietly head to the cars. The nightâs darkness feels like a fragile blessing, shielding your ravaged face from peopleâs eyes. Your chest still feels heavy, but youâre grateful for Jungkookâs steady presence beside you. Neither of you speaks during the ride to his place. Thereâs only a thick and unspoken tension that lingers in the air. The rhythmic motion of the car gradually makes you fall asleep, exhaustion pulling you under.
When you arrive, Jungkook glances over and notices your peaceful face, stains left by your tears still visible on your cheeks. He doesnât have the heart to wake you. With careful hands, he lifts you from the car, cradling you against his chest. Your body instinctively curls closer to his warmth, seeking comfort. Each step he takes is deliberate as he carries you inside to his bedroom.
He gently lays you down on the bed, pausing for a moment to take in the softness of your sleeping form. With quiet precision, he removes your coat and shoes, his fingers brushing over your skin as if afraid you might break under his touch. After pulling the covers over you, he lingers for a moment longerâwatching you breathe, watching you rest. Youâve been through too much already, and every part of him aches to shield you from more pain. But even he knows there are some battles he canât fight for you.
Leaving the room, he descends the stairs and makes his way to his study. The air feels colder here, heavier. He pulls a crystal glass from the shelf and pours himself a generous measure of whisky. The amber liquid glows softly in the dim light as he takes a long, slow sip, hoping the burn will dull the ache in his chest. But it doesnât.
This isnât how he imagined becoming a father. Not surrounded by secrets, danger, and the constant threat to your lives. But despite everythingâdespite the weight of it allâhe wouldnât change a thing. Because loving you, protecting you, and knowing that a part of both of you is growing inside you means everything to him. Still, that love comes with an unbearable price.
And tonight, the weight of it is too much to carry alone.
With a sigh, he pulls his phone from his pocket and dials a familiar number. It doesnât even ring twice before Taehyung picks up.
âCan you come over?â Jungkookâs voice is quieter than usual, strained with the effort of holding himself together.
âIâm on my way,â Taehyung replies without hesitation.
Fifteen minutes later, Jungkook barely manages to hold himself upright as Taehyung steps into the room. The second he closes the door behind him, Jungkook loses the battle heâs been fighting all night, and his composure crumbles.
He falls into his arms, crying about how much it pains him to see you like this. About how much this hybrid situation tortures him. About how hard it is to protect you from everything. This time, Jungkook is the one who needs some support, and he canât seek it from you because he doesnât want to hurt you.
âYouâre not superhuman, Jungkook,â Taehyung whispers while comforting his best friend. âYouâre allowed to need someone, too.â

Slowly, you wake up, your body heavy with the weight of exhaustion. Your eyelids flutter as they adjust to the soft glow of ambient light filtering through the room. Something feels differentâthis isnât your bedroom, nor is it the guest room where youâve been staying at Jungkookâs place.
The bed beneath you is larger, softer, and feels like it could swallow you whole. The faint scent of Jungkookâor should you say, his new scent mixed with yoursâclings to the sheets. Youâre still not really used to this new scent. It feels like itâs been the only thing youâve been able to smell lately.
You stretch your limbs lazily, your muscles aching slightly from the emotional toll of the night before. As you shift, the absence beside you becomes obviousâthe bed is empty. The warmth that should be there is missing, leaving the sheets cold to the touch.
A flicker of disappointment stirs in your chest as you push yourself upright, brushing your hair out of your face. Your gaze scans the roomâa space that is unmistakably his. Wooden furniture fills the room, elegant and minimal, yet personal in the small details. A leather-bound journal rests on the nightstand beside a silver watch, both items feeling so inherently Jungkook.
Your heart skips a beat when you realize where you areâhis bedroom. The most private part of his world. Somehow, while you slept, he brought you here. The thought makes warmth blossom in your chest, even as a hint of confusion lingers. Why didnât he wake you? Where is he now?
You glance down at yourself and notice youâre still wearing yesterdayâs clothes, slightly wrinkled from sleep. The memory comes back to you in fragmentsâthe silent car ride, the heaviness of your eyelids, the way your body gave in to the pull of sleep despite your efforts to stay awake. He must have carried you here. The thought of his strong arms lifting you so gently causes a shiver to run down your spine.
Swinging your legs over the edge of the bed, you stand up slowly, your bare feet sinking into the wooden floor beneath you. The house is quiet. Too quiet. But as you try to look for any sign of life, you hear the household staff talking and moving around. Your sonâs heartbeat suddenly echoes in your ears.
However youâre searching for any sign of Jungkook, but you canât find him. Most probably, he left for work reasons. Heâs the werewolf king, and he always seems so busy. You still wonder how on earth he finds time for you.
You walk toward the door before opening it. You peek your head, looking around. Thereâs absolutely nobody in the hallway. You get back into the bedroom to find slippers. The floor is way too cold for you to walk around on barefoot. And Jungkook will kill you if he sees you walking without something on your feet. He takes his role as a protector very seriously.
It doesn't take long for you to find a pair of slippers and put them on. Then, you leave the room, heading to the downstairs dining room. Since your first time here, youâve been having breakfast there, so you suppose itâll be the same now that you live here. Otherwise, youâll simply go to the kitchen. Youâre so fucking hungry.
On your way down, you run into Jinwoo, who instantly bows to you. As much as you want to tell him not to do it, you canât. Heâll get mad because itâs his job, and if he doesnât do it, Jungkook will get mad at him.
âGood morning, Miss y/l/n,â he offers you the brightest smile on earth.
âGood morning, Jinwoo,â you smile back at him. âYou know, you can call me yn. Weâre going to live in the same place for a while, and Iâll be more comfortable if you call me by my name.â
Jinwoo nods. âNo problem, yn.â
âDo you know where Jungkook is?â
âHe had to leave,â he answers. âBut asked me to ensure youâll have your breakfast.â
âDonât worry about that,â you say. âIâm starving!â
Jinwoo chuckles before he guides you to the dining room, the warm aroma of coffee and toasted bread filling the space. It smells so damn good! As you take a seat, he places a steaming cup of coffee in front of you, your curious eyes looking down to notice the perfect shade of light brown due to the generous amount of milk. Beside it, there is a plate of golden toast with a pat of butter melting into its surface. It looks absolutely delicious.
âYou always get it right,â you glance at Jinwoo with a small smile.
âJungkook made sure we all knew,â Jinwoo chuckles.
That makes you pause while you are reaching for your coffee. Honestly, it warms your heart the way Jungkook looks after you and makes sure you have everything you love. You couldnât have asked for a better baby daddy.
âOf course he did,â you shake your head with an amused huff before taking a sip.
Suddenly, Jungkook walks in, and Jinwoo instantly leaves the room, leaving the two of you alone. You glance up, your sharp gaze catching the exhaustion lining his features. Heâs dressed casually, but thereâs a heaviness in his posture like the weight of his responsibilities hasnât quite left him. Still, he smirks as he approaches, his eyes flickering from your coffee to your toast.
âWell, well,â he muses, sitting next to you. âLooks like someone is already making herself at home.â
âItâs not like you forced me to stay here,â you roll your eyes, but the smile tugging at your lips betrays you.
Jungkook slides closer to you, reaching for your toast without hesitation. You can tell heâs about to eat it, but youâre not one to share, especially now that youâre pregnant. The little boy inside you is constantly asking for food.
âDonât you dare,â you warn.
But itâs too late. He takes a bite, completely unfazed by your glare.
âYouâre impossible,â you grumble.
âAnd yet, you still put up with me,â he counters smoothly, chewing leisurely.
You shake your head, pretending to be annoyed, but thereâs no hiding the way your lips twitch. Then, just as effortlessly, Jungkook leans in and presses a kiss to your lips. Itâs quick, teasingâlike heâs simply claiming whatâs his.
This new scent you both carry is still something youâre trying to adjust to. Itâs a combination of his scent with yours, but it still feels weird. You constantly smell it, even when youâre alone, because itâs still very new to you.
âDo I really have much choice?â you tease him.
Jungkook pretends that you hurt his heart, his reaction being overly dramatic.
âYouâre being so dramatic,â you roll your eyes before biting into your toast.
âYour words profoundly hurt me,â he says. âIâm goooing to die.â
You start laughing at his exaggeration, and he smiles when he hears that sweet melody leaving your lips. He knows how hard it was for you yesterdayâit was for him, too. But he doesnât want yesterdayâs pain to ruin your day. So heâll do whatever it takes to make you laugh.
âYouâre a drama queen,â you say once youâve swallowed.
âEeeh, Iâm no drama queen,â he pouts and crosses his arms against his chest.
A smile grows on your face before you lean closer to kiss him. His pout fades away to kiss you back.
âYouâre my drama queen,â you whisper against his lips. Â Â
The man presses a peck on your lips. Once he pulls back, his eyes roam your face with a smile on his face. He finds you absolutely breathtaking, the prettiest woman he has ever laid eyes on. This soulmate bond is so damn strong, he can feel it deep in his bones. His entire body longs for you, and he constantly finds you extremely beautiful. Youâre his favorite person. Â Â Â Â
âIâm going to take a shower while you finish eating so we can go grab lunch at your dadâs house,â he says.
Every Sunday, you have lunch at Felixâs place with Lexi. However, this time around, Jungkook is coming. Now that heâs part of your life, it seems natural to include him in those little family gatherings. And very soon, your baby boy will be joining too. You canât wait for that.
âCan I join you?â you ask.
Jungkook arches an eyebrow.
âIf itâs for naughty time, let me tell youâŠâ you cut him short.
âYou have such a naughty mind,â you tell him. âI just want to shower with you without any crazy ideas in mind.â Â
âMmm,â he narrows his eyes. âWhy do I struggle to believe you?â
You roll your eyes, annoyed.
âNow, I donât want it anymore.â
You resume eating your toast, your eyes looking at the coffee cup.
âAnd Iâm the drama queen,â he ironically says while leaving the room.
You chuckle, your head moving to the right to take a look at his strong figure walking away. This manâyour soulmateâis incredibly hot. Itâs still hard to believe that he is all yours, that destiny chose him to be your forever person. Itâs also hard to imagine loving him more than you do now. You know itâs only the beginning, but thinking about the love youâll probably feel in one year seems almost unachievable.
But Jungkook is the love of your life. Heâs the missing piece youâve been looking for your entire life. Heâs the reason why the chaos youâve stepped into seems bearable. And as long as heâs by your side, nothing will ever be scary or hard to manage.
You finish your breakfast very quickly before hurrying up to his bathroom. The second you step inside the steamy room, Jungkook feels you.
âI thought you didnât want to come,â he pokes his face from the shower.
Jungkook with wet hair is a very hot vision. One youâll never be able to forget.
âI never said that,â you pretend as youâre stripping your clothes.
His hungry eyes never look away while you get naked to join him. A smile grows on his face when you walk in his direction. Once youâre in front of him, you lock your eyes with his, and for a moment, the world around you freezes.
âHi, angel,â you cup his face in your hands.
âHi, sunshine,â he answers.
His lips meet yours for a hot and passionate kiss, but you cut it short since you donât really want to do naughty things in the shower. You just want to be with him. You just want his presence near you. Nothing else. Â
You throw yourself against him, arms wrapping around his strong torso and your head falling against his chest. The sweet melody of his heartbeat appeases your soul as his hands wrap around you. His lips press a gentle kiss on top of your head. Â
âThanks for yesterday,â you murmur.
âNo need to thank me, sunshine.â
âOf course I need!â you exclaim. âI couldnât have done it without you.â
âYouâre stronger than you know,â his hands move higher to stroke your hair.
âIâm not,â you directly answer.
His hands immediately stop touching your hair to cup your face so you look at him.
âDonât ever say that!â his tone is firm which sends shivers down your spine. âYouâve been through hell and back, but youâre still standing tall. Life didnât spare you, especially lately, but youâre here, thriving and creating life. You should give yourself more credit,â his thumb caresses your cheek.
âFrom my perspective, it doesnât feel like Iâm strong,â you honestly say. âIt feels like I have no choice but to face what life throws at me.â
âA lot of people would have already given up a long time ago, but you never did,â you melt under his touch. âYour strength is something I deeply admire about you. Itâs what makes me fall for you more and more.â
You rest your face on his hand while your eyes close for a moment.
âI actually adore everything about you, even the way you breathe,â he chuckles. âWhat I want to say is that youâre a very admirable person, and you can be proud of yourself for the way youâve been braving things so far.â
You wrap your arms tighter around him, your eyes looking up at him.Â
âAnd I would really like to call you my girlfriend,â he admits.
Although you really want to say that he actually already did it when Yuna suddenly appeared, you donât want to ruin this cute moment.
âAs long as I can call you my boyfriend, you can do it,â you smile at him.
The biggest and brightest smile stretches across his beautiful face. Youâve never seen him react like this, and itâs by far the best thing youâve witnessed.
âObviously, you can,â he answers. âMy sunshine.â
He presses a kiss on your lips.
âMy angel,â you whisper.
Nothing can ever make you feel as happy as you do right now. Â

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⥠NSFW, size kink, fem reader, size kink, oral->male receiving, fingering, did I mention size kink? âĄ
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Big Men who are twice your size, making you look small in comparison no matter your proportions.
Big Men who could easily break you in half if they wanted to, but of course they'd never do that to their precious angel.
Big Men who are extra vocal when you give them head because the sound of you gagging on their cock turns them on to no end.
Big Men whose thick fingers can barely fit in your cunt when they try to prep you, continuously slipping out or not going in at all.
Big Men who whisper soft words of encouragement to you as they enter your pussy, coaxing you to relax as they fill you up.
Big Men who start off gentle and end up folding you in half, your legs propped on their shoulders as they pound into you mercilessly.
Big Men who almost cum inside you when they see the bulge their dick is making in your tummy.
Big Men who cum inside you anyway because you're just too tight for them to resist.
Big Men who kiss your forehead, praising you for how well you took them and telling you how amazing it'll feel the next time.
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