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look-at-the-soul · 4 months

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Every little thing you do- Part 8

Tommy Shelby x reader

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A/N: another part, another thank you for reading and following this series! I had the initial idea for this chapter for Tommy and Y/N to witness something that brings them closer, then I realized it got longer than I expected 🫢 so I’ll have to hold the introduction of another character for the upcoming part 🤭 bare with me in this ride! And enjoy the slow burn 🥰

Word count: 3,595

Gypsy poem mentioned

“Mr. Benston, what do I owe the pleasure of your call?” Tommy held the receiver against his ear.

“Mr. Shelby I hope you’re doing well.”

Tommy rolled his eyes at the fake sentiment, he wanted to end the call as soon as possible.

“There’s really no other way to tell you this, but here it goes…” Tommy heard him sigh at the other end. “Rumors are spread easily and unfortunately, people believe it wherever it’s true or not.”

“I’m not following you.” Tommy stated, getting annoyed by the minute, he wanted everything done right and fast. “Where do you want to go with this Mr. Benston?”

“Mrs. Benston overheard our maids talking about the woman in charge of the charity, I know she’s close to your family and I’m not judging you, to be honest. But if I’m donating money I don’t want it to be involved in gossip and rumors.”

Leaning on his desk, Tommy looked at the ceiling and felt his jaw clenching. “What rumors are you talking about?”

“The maid assured my wife, this woman in charge…”

“YL/N. It’s Miss YL/N.” Tommy corrected him.

“Miss YL/N doesn’t know who the father of her child is. At some point she even mentioned the child is yours therefore why you put her in charge of the charity.”

The last thing Tommy wanted for Y/N was this exactly, having her rolling from mouth to mouth, people taking about her, walking over her reputation. The realization hit him hard and he pinched the bridge of his nose in a attempt to remain under control.

“There are morals and values we still swear by Mr. Shelby… and you can have as many children outside marriage as you please, but the charity needs a woman who’s at certain level, a match for our society.”

“Mr. Benston so your main concern is Y/N’s reputation because she’s not married.” He swore under his breath. “Or because you’re unsure if I’m that baby’s father.”

“That’s correct.”

“With all due respect, it’s a personal matter so that’s none of your business in the first place.” Tommy took a deep breath. “Secondly, how would it make you look in front of your beloved society if people knew about the affair you had with your maid, which led her to get pregnant with your child and since your wife wasn’t able to carry one, you stole that baby from the mother and locked her in a mental hospital?”

A heavy silence set between them.

Tommy knew a lot of dirty secrets and a bunch of respectable people who were everything but respectable.

“Hmm?” He added more pressure to the wound. “Mrs. Benston has been doing a wonderful joy raising a boy that isn’t hers by blood, a Benston heir right?”

Again, silence at the other side.

“Maids are a wonderful thing huh? They know a lot of dirty little secrets…”

Y/N strolled through the Shelby Company Ltd. under the curious eyes and glances of the secretaries, she definitely noticed the way they stared at her from head to toe, stopping an uncomfortable amount of time in her belly.

What were they looking at?

Why would they turn around and start mouthing to the closest secretary something she couldn’t understand?

Fixing her eyes on the floor, she decided to keep walking, this would happen sooner or later, she just needed to create an armor around her, a strong shell to protect her and her baby from judging glances and people with bad blood.

Knocking softly on Tommy’s door, she opened it and poking her head she found him inviting her in, but she got the hint to remain quiet while he was on the phone, so she took seat in one of the couches, her legs were on fire, she wanted to take a long bath.

“So I think from now on, you’ll double your generous donation Mr. Benston correct? Did I hear you right?”

Throwing a quick glance in Y/N’s direction, he winked at her. The phone call turned around quickly and ended with Mr. Benston being backfired,

“Yes, the Shelby Institute feels so thankful for your selflessness. Bye.” Hanging up, Tommy turned around to place the phone in its place.

Y/N raised her eyebrows. “What was that?”

Tommy cleared his throat and went on to pour himself a glass of whiskey. “Just a really wealthy man willing to donate the institution a generous amount each month.” He explained with a wicked smile.

Tommy felt bad for lying to her, but he couldn’t bare to hurt her. He just hoped the word wouldn’t spread like gunpowder around.

“Oh… well I just came to show you the numbers Michael did, considering what we already raised,” she sighed loudly.

“What is it?” Tommy eyed her from the corner of his eye.

“I don’t know what’s going on outside but all your secretaries were giving me strange glances, as if they’ve never seen a pregnant woman before.” She chuckled.

Tommy’s head snapped in Y/N’s direction, her words caught his attention, he was always a step ahead of everyone and everything, how could he didn’t see this coming?

Something made click in his mind instantly. Someone must’ve spread the word around, therefore the sudden call he got and what Y/N just mentioned. Feeling a sudden urge to protect Y/N, Tommy decided to do something to distract her, he didn’t want her to suffer and pay for something that wasn’t her fault.

“Come with me.”

And Y/N did, she followed him because she knew there was no way to say no to him. She waved at Esme goodbye on their way out, a few days ago she announced her pregnancy with barely a bump, and now Esme was showing almost as her.

“May I ask how is the business doing?” Y/N asked in a low tone, wondering if she was interrupting his thoughts. Shuddering in the process, that business was almost a secret, the Shelby brothers were communicating through glances when anyone else was around.

“No.” Tommy answered in a serious tone but then wrinkles appeared around the corner of his eyes when he smiled. “Don’t be noisy.”

“I’m not noisy.” Y/N pouted.

“Yeah sure.” He was back into his usual self teasing and joking with her. “Do you know Russian?” Y/N shook her head. “Then you can’t help.”

“Ah come on, you don’t speak Russian either.”

Squinting his eyes, Tommy started speaking.

“save ami se

hi slobuzenja

ami jaul

o lungo drom”

It took Y/N several seconds to catch his words, but her mind suddenly remembered.

“You’re a bad liar.” She immediately went back in time, an ancient Romani poem he showed her years ago, but he was making a Russian accent. “in the forests

we respect

animals flowers trees

when we build our fire

we always clean up after us.” She continued the translated version.

Tommy gave her then a surprised look. “You still remember it?”

“Proud gypsy.” Y/N nodded.

How could she ever forget? How couldn’t she go back in time to that day when she went to play outside and meet a boy that was pretending to ride a caravan -a made shift with a sheet and pulled by a horse. He was shy and reserved at first, but she was fascinated by the endless stories he told her about his gypsy roots and tales on the road.

She spent hours listening to him speaking roca -with the proper translation of course-, and eventually he found the poem in his mother’s notebook.

“Even then, you were always worried about everyone.” She noted.

He had always been protective over those who he loved.

“Bad habits die hard.” Tommy chuckled, his childhood wasn’t always easy, but she definitely made it better.

Y/N wondered how different he would be if things happened differently, if his mother was still alive, if they didn’t have to go to the war… if she didn’t thought Scott was a good distraction. But she was forced to put her thoughts aside, as she felt urgency to pee. “Can you stop the car?”

“Why? What happened?”

“Just stop it… I need to take a wee.” She explained embarrassed.

Tommy looked around, they were in the middle of nowhere. “Let me get closer to those trees.”

She bit her lower lip, pray he’d hurry up. “Are you sure an animal won’t bite me here?”

“If something bites you it doesn’t matter, just spit in the wound.”

“That’s gross!” She defended.

Tommy gave her an amused look. “You don’t know right? Pregnant women salive is full of properties that cuts off the venom of snakes.”

The surprised look Y/N gave him assured Tommy that she didn’t know.

“How do you know that?”

“A snake bit me back in the day, my Mum was pregnant with Ada she used her spit and covered the wound with a clean cloth and here I am, strong as a horse.”

“Do you always have to refer to an animal? What’s wrong with you?”

His chuckle resonated into the deepest parts of her soul as she climbed out of the car to find a safe place to take a wee -as safest as the trees could be of course-.

Tommy took a cigarette, he was aching for a smoke. The road was practically deserted, but still he was always looking around, keeping an eye just in case. Anything could happen in a blink and he needed to be alert.

“Are you done?!” He shouted over his shoulder, just to piss her off.

“Would ya give me a fucking minute?!” Y/N shouted back mortified.

This wasn’t practical at all, she felt like an animal in the wild, but this was all she got for now and she needed to stick to it. Besides it wasn’t like she could hold it for so long.

Cleaning herself she tried to rush back to the car, huffing from the effort. “Sorry about that, can’t control it.” She apologized getting in the car again.

Tommy held the passenger door open for her while blowing the smoke in the opposite direction.

“It’s alright, needed to stretch a bit anyways.” He grinned. Who would’ve told him he’d stoping his car in the middle of nowhere for a pregnant woman to pee. “So… did Polly tell you already?” Tommy asked giving her a side glance.

Y/N couldn’t help to smile big. “I asked her to not tell me. Did she tell you?”

Tommy started rubbing his chin, a soft smile decorating his lips as he kept his eyes on the road again.

“Don’t tell me, I just want this baby to be healthy.”

“I really don’t understand how she knows, but she got Ada’s right and I remember she did the same with my Mother when she was pregnant with Finn.”

“She could use her talent and charge for it.” Y/N joked about Polly’s gift to predict the baby’s sex.

“See, that’s a brilliant mind, always sell your abilities.” Tommy encouraged. “Alright, this is it.”

Y/N noticed Tommy took a right and entered a different road. The property was as big as his own house. She could only think how tired she’d be to have to go from one room to another, poor maids who had to clean everything.

The gardener tipped his head towards Tommy knowledging him, while he moved as if he owned the place. Y/N following his steps, feeling like she really didn’t belong there.

“Need to have some rest? It’s a long way.” Tommy looked over his shoulder to make sure she was doing okay.

“No, I’m fine.” Her eyes stopped at the pond, it had fishes.

“Gold fish keeps the worms away from the horses.” Tommy explained, reading her mind.

Y/N gave him a doubtful look. “Are you messing with me?”

But Tommy shook his head. “Never, I swear it’s true. It helps to keep the water clean.” He crouched down, inviting her to do the same. “Go on, you can touch them.”

To show her it was alright, Tommy tipped his hand inside, making a circle with his finger.

When she was about to dip her finger too, Tommy spoke again.

“Careful, they can bite your hand off.”

Y/N gasped in shock at first, then when she realized he was only joking, she laughed. It was a strange sensation, the skin felt flaky against her touch made her giggle.

“I hope the horses won’t eat the fishies.” She added and then saw Tommy rolling his eyes. “Oh what? You’re the only one allowed to make jokes?”

Y/N shook her hand towards him, making a few drops land on his suit and vest.

Tommy clicked his tongue and pretended as if he would throw water at her. Y/N squealed giving her back at him, feeling like they were teenagers again playing by the river.

“Follow me, I want you to meet Apollo.”

“Your horse has a name?” Y/N asked perplexed.

“Of course, they all do.” He pointed at the floor for her to be careful with the hay. “This good boy is going to win the next Derby.”

Y/N saw Tommy stood in front of the box and gently caressed the animal, taking his time to ask how he was doing, check behind his ears and take a look at the mare’s body. He had always been a horse’s man, the amount of time he spent brushing that white horse his mother gave him, no one knew where it came from, but Tommy assured her it was a fine horse, he had magic in his eyes and now she was witnessing the way the horse followed Tommy’s steps like he was kind of under a spell.

Y/N noticed the way Tommy’s energy changed, it was indescribable but he turned into someone completely different. They were in a bubble, in their own little world, like they were one soul divided in two bodies.

And it almost made Y/N feel jealous of the closeness and complicity between Tommy and his horse, she could hear him whispering sweet little nothings and the way the horse made little sounds in response.

Then the horse stared at her and started moving slowly, tipping his head down. At first Y/N was shocked to feel the moose against her stomach, but Tommy told her it was alright, his horse wouldn’t hurt her.

“It’s like he knows I’m pregnant?”

“Oh he does,” Tommy nodded, “I just told him.”

“Is this another of your jokes?” She laughed nervously as the horse breathed against her baby bump.

“I never joke about horses, Y/N. He knows there’s a life growing inside you, they understand more than we do.”

There was something in his blue eyes that she couldn’t name, something that was making her hold his gaze. Something so profound she never experienced before. It was both terrifying and calming at the same time.

And then, as if the moment wasn’t intense enough, she felt her baby wriggling inside her for the first time.

“What is it?” Tommy asked with concern in his voice.

“The baby… is moving.” She explained.

Grabbing his hand in a blunt movement, she placed it on top of her blouse, giving him a few seconds to feel the movement against her side.

“Oh wow.” Tommy finally managed to feel a small but determined movement against his palm.

“Over here.” She changed his hand in another direction. Her hand covering his, she could feel Tommy holding his breath as his eyes shot up to find hers, surprise written all over them, this was something he had never felt before.

“Is this something good?” He asked in a whisper.

“I think the baby started moving when the horse was close, like the baby feels the horse around.”

Was this what a new life felt like? The miracle of a tiny human growing inside her?

Tommy could feel his heart about to explode, to be able to experiment something so personal, so profound, something that wasn’t meant to be his.

He, the ruthless leader of a gang, the heartless Small Heath Devil, there he was with tears blurring his vision and emotions making him feel things he had never felt before.

This baby wasn’t born yet and it was already his weakness.

The only time she had seen Tommy cry was when his mother passed away. He rarely allowed his emotions to the surface and Y/N knew too well this meant to him so much more than he could than he could actually put into words. Her unborn child somehow managed to get under his skin, past the high wall Thomas Shelby had built around him.

And now she was emotional too.

Tommy had been nothing but a gentleman to her, looking after her every need and wish during the hardest time of her life. And instead of pointing a finger and judging her actions, he welcomed her under his wing to protect her from the cruel world outside.

Without a doubt, Tommy was the best man she knew.

“It feels like a huge butterfly’s wings fluttering.” She explained.

Tommy felt lost for words, there was nothing he could say that could match what he felt.

A part of him felt guilty for stealing the baby’s father place and get the chance to experience all of this, but the other part told him he wasn’t doing anything wrong, because the baby’s father actually chose not to be involved. And in that moment, he made a silent promise to look after that child as his own.

Someone clearing his throat interrupted them. “I’m going to clean the barn, and the smell can be a bit strong for the lady.”

“Yeah, sure.” Tommy muttered, still altered by his feelings, so he turned around and walked his horse into the box, then he guided Y/N outside.

And then he did the only thing he knew when he wasn’t sure how to deal with his feelings. “I think it was the way your baby is telling you about his or hers future horse.”

Y/N gave him a shocked glance. “No, no way. Tommy you can’t buy my child a horse!”

“Who’s gonna stop me? You?” He scoffed. “Besides, I‘m that baby’s godfather remember?” Tommy announced proudly.

She groaned. “Don’t make me regret it.” As they started walking towards his vehicle, Curiosity won her over. “Who lives here?”

“My horses’ trainer.”

“No way, really?”

“Her husband passed away so she took over his business and with her family’s wealthy, well she became filthy wealthy.”

“So the horse training is just a hobby?”

Tommy shuddered not wanting to get too deep into that conversation. “Probably, once you have money you always want more and more.”

Y/N took his hand when he approached the other side of the vehicle.

The weight of his words sinking in her mind.

“That’s how it works? That’s what you want? More money?”

Tommy swallowed hard, Y/N always knew what to say to get his attention, the truth -he sometimes didn’t want to hear-, always hanging from her lips.

“That’s just how the world works, Y/N.” He replied instead. “Money can buy anything.”

He was right, he was just proving that by recently buying a mansion, he already had three cars parked in his garage, eight horses plus the ones under training, he paid for a staff at his house, paid the cops, he was also paying the remodeling of the building they’d use for the Shelby Institute and everything that was needed. And last but not least, he was paying her salary and a monthly amount of money for her baby already, the sapphire he recently gifted her and endless other things.

The echo of his words silenced her own.

Y/N decided then to turn her head away from him to look outside on the road they were leaving behind.

But you can’t buy love. Can’t buy happiness either. So… is it really worth it? She wanted to say, but instead the words kept playing in the back of her mind.

“Before I forget…a man came looking for you at the Institution.” Y/N explained shaking her head a bit, her mind felt funny at times and she forgot things.

“Who? When?”

She saw the frown in Tommy’s face. “A few days ago, he seemed strange if you ask me, wearing clothes as a priest, said he’d supervise th-”

“Fucking Hughes, why didn’t you tell me sooner?” He demanded frustrated.

“Calm down, I-I forgot.”

“This is important and delicate, Y/N you can’t simply forget those things.” Tommy snapped not aware he was hurting her feelings.

Until a little sob escaped her lips and Tommy felt like a piece of shit.

“No, Y/N I’m sorry shouldn’t have talked to you like that.” He didn’t want to upset her. “Sorry I’m just trying to keep you safe, away from this…”

“I should‘ve told you sooner.” Y/N took a deep breath. She didn’t know what’s gotten into her, that reaction wasn’t like her. “I didn’t like him, but I thought he was related to the operation.”

“If you see him again, don’t tell him anything.” Tommy held the steering wheel so hard that his knuckles turned white. “I’m going to place some blinders guarding the Institute.”

Y/N turned to look at Tommy and by the tone in his voice, she felt worried.

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its-actually-minicika · 1 year

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Hi, love your works so much! Can't wait for more updates 🥰🥰 I was wondering maybe you'd like the idea where book!Aemond and Velarion!(Strong?)Reader are in an arranged marriage. But Reader just knows what to say and how to act so that Aemond is wrapped around her finger (kinda thought of Margaery and Joffrey situation, she was such a talented schemer, worthy of winning the Throne 😭). I don't really know about the setting, like if it's before, during or after the Dance... just thought it'd be interesting to see this kind of plot with our beloved Prince 🤴🏼🐉

If you don't like it, just ignore me 🙈

Dragon Sickness (18+)

Pairing: bookcanon!Aemond x Strong!Niece!Reader

Warnings: No usage of (Y/N), Greens win AU, bookcanon Greens, the obvious Targaryen incest, mentions of major character deaths (we're entering spoiler grounds, but not really), blood, gore etc.

Word Count: 3.5K+

Author's Note: I fell in love with this idea the moment I saw it! I ended up altering the plot line for this one-shot a little bit - the reader will definitely grow into the Margaery architype, but today you shall see her as she was when she just learned how to make ends meet with her newfound life at Court.

I don't know if I should turn this into yet another series, but if you guys enjoyed this, let me know

Also, thank you so, so much for your kind words ♡ i'm hugging you to the moon and back!

PART 2 IS OUT NOW ♡♡♡

Who could ever blame you for your indiscreet acts? Alliances change when the world you know suddenly turns upside down.

She remembered how weak she was. How scared she had been.

How her eyes widened into two brown specs of uncertainty, how her mouth fell agape, as she mulled over Alicent’s words.

‘You shall marry Aemond within the next moon turns. For the good of the Realm.’

The Dowager Queen had openly admitted to being against the match – of course, the prospect of her perfect son, married off to a lowly bastard of Rhaenyra's (otherwise said, her last surviving child), didn’t specifically thrill her. Much less her demanding and scornful father.

Still, it couldn’t be helped. And if the Velaryon wanted to keep her head away from a spike, she had no other choice but to comply.

Although… she wasn’t a Velaryon now, was she? Aegon the Usurper made sure of that.

His final gift to her was to strip her of all her titles. She had been openly declared a bastard – before the masses, before the Court.

With a wide smile upon his burnt lips, the “King” had told her she’d be a Targaryen instead. Driftmark wouldn’t matter, her legacy wouldn’t matter. Aemond would inherit the seat with the Usurper’s blessing, as a homage brought to his able fighting and his shown bravery on the bloody battlefield.

Never mind that he’d never partaken in a fight; save for the one that killed her stepfather, Daemon, and sent her poor mother in a downward spiral. Aemond had chosen his adversaries wisely, and managed to go through the whole war without as much of a scratch upon his silver armour.

‘I shan’t marry your son. Not now, not ever.’ Her own voice rang out.

‘You will do exactly as demanded.’

‘I would rather die than bear the treacherous children of that monstrous beast.’

A monstrous beast. That is what Aemond was.

And that is what he shall remain. No matter how many gifts he brought to her. No matter how many hours of their days and days in their weeks and weeks in their months they spent promenading those ghastly gardens.

‘You will if you know your best interests. Your own head may hold no value to you, but a single swing of my son’s sword would be enough to bring forth the ruin of House Blackwood.’

At first, she’d been restless in her attempts to escape the Keep. Her every waking hour was spent shamelessly inside the Sept, where she prayed not for the safety of her brothers’ souls, but for revenge against the mutted Greens.

The slight breeze of the cathedral mended her flesh from the heat of summer. And no one dared to approach or talk to her. The quietness was a welcomed deed.

During the first night of their betrothal, her glossy eyes scanned Aemond’s face. His hands wantonly gripped at his thighs and a slight twitch of his mouth, accompanied by an elongated hum escaped his lips.

There was no other discernable expression. And when he led her to the chambers of her early girlhood, he merely bowed and kissed her hand.

She spent the first night of their betrothal scraping her knuckles so harshly, that they broke and cracked under the stimulation of the cold water.

Her thirst for vengeance ceased after the first two months. Her wedding date was approaching swiftly, and she found herself faced with the abhorrent truth. She had no allies. No more friends at Court. The girl had shut herself in her tiny room, losing her mind with the pain and grief that flooded her at night: the faces of her mother, her brothers, her father. The sound of their screams and their endless pleas for help.

Every night, without a fail, she woke up tormented by nightmares – her throat burning with absolving shrieks of fear, exacerbated breaths of air and flimsy nightdresses, damp throughout by breaks of sweat.

The first night she lashed out onto her bedding was the night she found out Aemond had moved his Quarters next to hers. He yanked the door open and stepped into the light of her candle – looking ravished, completely out of breath and startled. Started not for his own accord and safety, but for the state that his future wife had been in.

‘Shit, it’s alright, I’m here–’

The echo of his mellow voice deterred her to let out a blood-curdling scream, that would have rivalled even the one of the late Queen Rhaenyra, after Aegon the Usurper ceased her at Dragonstone, and reeled his dragon to eat her whole.

‘Get the fuck away from me! Get the fuck out of my room!’

Her sobs pierced into the man’s heart, but his hurt expression was masked quickly with one most bitter and taciturn. He clenched his fists ruefully by his side, and spat out an apology in a low and dangerous tone.

‘As you wish.’

And how dearly he loved those words:

‘As you wish.’

'As you desire.’

Even though nothing had been, or ever will be, as she achingly wished them to.

“You could at least attempt to look happy.” His chastising tone rained upon her, as his Lady remained hammered in her seat. Maids flocked to her like lost chickens to their cock, arranging her hair and picking out dresses fit for their engagement parade.

Her face contorted into the mirror, and a faint sigh beleft her lips. Carefully she turned around, reflecting his stance with a subtle arch to her shapely brow.

“It’s bad luck to see your bride before the wedding ceremony.”

“An old wives' tale. And one that applies only on the day itself.”

“Perhaps we should encourage tradition more. Make it so we don’t cross paths at all til then.”

Just as fast as it came, the feral look dissolved over his tired face. Aemond heaved out a heavy exhale and merely settled to growl at her maids.

“Leave us. Now.”

A discontented look painted over her fair features. His niece opened her mouth in protest, to try and stop the fleeing girls from truly making their escape.

“I must remind my Prince that the engagement assembly will be held in less than an hour. I believe I should like them to stay.”

The gathered women exchanged lost and protruding glances, until the former King Regent spoke again.

“They will leave us at once.”

“They’ll do no such a thing. They must make haste to get me ready. We wouldn’t want to upset your mother.”

“I’m more than capable of lacing up a loose bodice.”

The tight expression on her face deserted her features with the leave of his smug retort. She swallowed thickly in enraged abandon, and silently beseeched her ladies not to leave her all alone.

Still ravishing her with his bold stare, Aemond stepped another foot into the cosy confinements of her tidy prison. “If I’m to turn around now and find any of you standing before me, I’ll arrange that you’re all flogged and defiled beyond the utter of salvation.”

Brisk footsteps swallowed the room, echoing wildly through the narrow dark hallways. The former Velaryon shook her head in disarray, and graced her soon-to-be-husband with a tight smile and a nod.

“Congratulations.” She uttered humorously, “I should enjoy looking like a fool tonight much more than being proper by your side.”

As if drowned below a trace, Aemond took another step in the direction of the frowning Princess. His face remained impenetrable, but as he opened his mouth to speak, his voice ran meek, unsure and hoarse.

“Turn around.” He commanded her gently, whilst grabbing a deep green garment from the cluttery made on her bed. Despite her lack of desire to abide by his request, the woman turned her back to him and muttered slowly, though much softer than intended.

“I don’t like that one. It’ll make the skirts look out of place.”

“Which one do you want, then?” His whisper had made her draw in a sharp gasp; the warmth of his breath fell soothingly over the nape of her neck, caressing her delicate skin in a way she hadn’t known was possible.

“The red one with black lacings.”

His hand came to spin her back around, and their noses nearly touched together. A smile tugged at the ends of his upturned lips, but the look inside his eye remained frigid and unforgiving.

“Your petticoat won’t be those colours.”

A conceited scowl graced her face. She reached her hand behind him and skillfully snatched one of a different design. “Fine. I want to wear this one, then.”

The obnoxious blue and silver danced across her paling skin. And if Aemond weren’t so dazed by their proximity and lack of air, he might have laughed at her feeble attempts of vexing him.

“Those are Velaryon hues.”

“Perfect. I shall honour my house well.”

“You are not a Velaryon to grace them with such a feat.”

“No, you are absolutely right. Your brother did name me a Targaryen.”

Their faces were so close to each other, that their moving lips were almost touching.

“Yet I can’t wear black and red either.” A prompted look disarmed the Prince, “It is all very confusing.”

His lone orb descended to her puffing bosom, but Aemond soon directed himself upon a more elusive image. His fingers twitched with the need to grab a hold of her – to pull away those last pieces of cloth that shielded her away from view.

“You know full well why I can’t allow that.” He hummed in unmoving disapproval, “As much as I enjoy your voice and the raptures of your closeness, I must say this conversation bores me.”

“I should be able to wear what I want.” Came her prompt and swift reply, “But of course, Your Grace, forgive me. ‘Tis not for men to pounder on laces and brims.” Her palms took to rest upon his bulging chest, and the girl nearly removed them at once, as the thrumming of his heart enterlaced with her slim fingers. Still, she furrowed her brows in a most perplexed of mockeries, and insatiably drove on, “Indeed resilient men such as yourself occupy their time much better.”

The callouses of his hands fell heavily upon her cheeks.

“Fucking their ways through brothels, getting their pricks wet, and fantasising about wars.”

The harshness of his next tug nearly broke her brave facade – her eyes widened in mistrust, and a slight recoil braced over her straightened back. Her small fingers clasped over his shaking wrist, which held onto her face with a gentleness untoward; one completely mismatching with the predatory glimmer in his eye.

The man he was, and the man he was trying to be would surely never mend to one.

A Kinslayer. A monster. A divergent freak.

Nothing more, and nothing less.

His thumb played absent-mindedly at her lower lip, and the young Princess tried her damnest not to bite him. “Did I strike a nerve with that one?”

“You are as imprudent as you are beautiful. A family trait, I assume.”

“You have my gratitude for the flattering commentary. I’m very proud of my heritage.”

His lilac orb bore into her, and the man let out a reserved laugh, “Your bastard brothers were ample proud. Look where that brought them.” The rough end of his hand gripped her own painfully, before she could make for a swing at his handsome face. “Lost in the seas, rotting at the bottom of an ocean, nestling inside Sunfyre’s belly.”

While her hands were clasped together, her mouth wasn’t sown shut. With a single and effective move, she spat harshly in his face, eliciting a groan from her broader perpetrator.

Though his nostrils flared up in disdain, the man graced her with a calculated smirk. “Did I strike a nerve with that one?” He mocked her with feigned interest.

“Fuck you,” She hissed out slowly, “Don’t you dare talk of my family – my brothers were ten times the man you are.”

“Oh, but I have every right to talk about your family. Given that I will be yours quite soon.” Once more he forced her to turn around, and kneeled over to her spasming form, to begin dressing her up; in nought else, of course, but the mundane silks of his choosing.

"Doesn't the prospect thrill you? To become my lady-wife, to finally bear a true Targaryen inside your royal womb?"

So hopeless and defeated she felt, that the youth jerked herself relentlessly, while repeating him the same plethora of words. “You cannot force me to be your whore. You cannot force me to wear this. I will not bear your Hightower green.”

Aemond could feel his patience running thin – and when her foot came into contact with his setting knee, the man let out a ferocious growl, and promptly trapped the girl in his arms, with the aid of a nearby wall.

“So you want to be difficult? You don’t want to wear this? Hmm? Well, who am I not to abide my Lady’s burning wishes?”

The sharpness of his dagger came into quick contact with the milky skin of her thighs. And she might have almost screamed, if Aemond didn’t immediately pull himself away. His hard chest grazed hers for but a moment, as the Prince cast his attention to her moving shadow.

“If you wish not to attend our engagement parade wearing the clothes I’ve chosen for you,” He muttered against her face, a scorned look adorning his own, “Then you won’t be wearing anything at all.”

She huffed out a dispensing pant and pursed her lips into a tight line.

She remained rigid and poised, until a spark of amusement swirled into her eyes.

The first crack was that of a lax smile. The next, a tremor to her lips. The calm before the storm approached, until all rattled down with a mirthed laugh cascading from her reddened lips.

“Do you mean to frighten me with this promise?” She asked through the arch of an uncertain brow, “As if every man in this cursed Keep won’t get to watch me whore myself out to you anyway, when our wedding night will come?”

His face suddenly hardened at the notion of their reality – as if he didn’t give much thought to the bedding ceremony. To his Lady being watched by a thousand other eyes but his.

Aemond suddenly darkened, and his fist came into contact with a near spot on the wall, so awfully close to her frightened, paling face.

She watched with wide eyes how his stare contorted from one of realisation to one of fury. He stiffly peeled his body away from hers, and strained himself to leave her be. The jealous and possessive knots that churned painfully inside his stomach burned his skin upon the surface, and constricted the air he brashly took in.

He nodded to her in a spry and calloused manner, and brought his hand out to touch her cheek. His knuckles had begun to bleed, busted by the force of impact that his fist had faced for him. Behind his eye danced a look of seldom shame – he gnawed harshly at his bottom lip, and pondered, for a while, on apologising to his niece; for his lack of princely conduct, for his show of impropriety – for his inability to keep himself at bay.

Still his thoughts failed to merge to words, and so the man ran his eye one final time over her defensive pose, and merely left her standing there.

As if turned into a statue, the girl barely registered the lethargic closing of the door, the hurried and heavy footsteps that travelled further and further away from her quaint and cluttered space, and the animated curse that slipped past her uncle's throat.

Did he just dare to leave her there, with her petticoat half up her legs, in nought else but a flimsy nightdress?

At first she thought that his avoidance was a blessing in disguise.

For after clashing wits with Aemond, and after his swift hurried departure, the man had barely graced her with another word.

His hand held onto hers for the whole duration of the procession. He wordlessly forced her to dance two dances, and led her to her Quarters as soon as she mentioned that she was tired.

But his palms didn’t linger on the shape of her narrow waist – his lips barely grazed her knuckles, and Aemond turned with lest a word to add after their fake sympathies were exchanged.

Had he gotten bored of her? Realised what a terrible match they made, and begged his mother on his hands and knees to break off their ill engagement?

For the first time in a while, a new notion of fear engulfed her.

The Greens couldn’t kill her. Of that, she was almost certain. It wouldn't be a wise move, and it would anger the North beyond the power of salvation. The war had had its say on every army that fought into it, yet the Crownlands were especially weak.

But if Aemond were to sever their solidary alliance, then her future would be most uncertain.

Otto Hightower would make her join with an old and withered Lord, no doubt – one with more than enough sons to further on his pesky line. One who couldn’t even get it up to her, who’d never procreate and mend their blood, who’d make sure Rhaenyra’s line would end with her.

Or perhaps she’d be sent to join the Faith – become a Septa or a Silent Sister, among the infamous Maris Baratheons of the Realm. Yet another girl who wouldn’t keep her tongue when asked.

And history might remember them as ‘the women who couldn’t be tamed’, but their lives would be thrown to ruin. Their existence would remain a sham.

No, she had whispered to herself, as she writhed into the soft bedding. If she still thirsted for revenge, she would have to marry Aemond. Keep him interested and relaxed – yearning for her voice and company.

… And if she had to whore herself to him to do it, she would obediently assume her role.

“I beg your pardon?” Aegon asked through another gulp of bitter wine, “Gods be good – I believe that now I’ve heard it all.”

Aemond paced about his brother’s room, with his hands clasped behind his back, and his face set into a deep grimace. He hummed in admission to his brother’s words, and glanced his way with the instance of a hooded eye.

“There is to be no bedding ceremony.” He repeated himself with ease, “I frightened her enough already. The girl will be plenty uncomfortable without the aid of chafing eyes.”

His brother smiled and raised his brows in nothing else but blinding wonder. A small shake of his head indicated his perplexion, and a sharp inhale his drawn decision.

“Mother insisted upon it. You know that well.” The man steadied himself in his chair as he spoke, whilst letting out a small grunt at the contact that the wood made upon his burnt remnants of skin. “I don’t see any reason to annul it. Especially now, an eve before.”

Another sip of the stinging liquor interrupted his smooth and ready trail of thought. The Targaryen brushed off Aemond’s concerns, and gleefully bided his teasing.

“It’ll do the two of you good – you’ll get to see she’s as pure as a bastard girl can be; and she’ll have no deniability that any of her future heirs are yours.” He pointed his weary digit in the direction of his stiffened form and swallowed down a hefty laugh. “Not to mention that Lord Redwyne and Tarly already placed bets on the state of her maidenhead. Would be a shame to disappoint them both, don't you think?"

“What mother thinks is of no consequence. And the amusement of the Realm matters not to me. There will be no bedding ceremony.”

“Nonsense, Aemond. It is our duty to upkeep the Realm – and to entertain its inhabitants if need be.”

When his reckless teasing was met with glacial silence, Aegon sighed as he briskly leaned forward. He watched his sibling with an indiscernible expression across his scorched veneer, and yawned greatly at his indisposed behaviour.

“Of course, we’re here to talk it out. But after so much time spent in your company, I fail to see the necessity for such a thing.” A sly smirk danced across his puffy lips, “Are you concerned that she won’t bleed? Or that you’ll be too cunt-struck by her to last enough to make a statement?”

Aemond’s fists descended upon the polished wood of Aegon’d desk. He thrashed his brother with a defiant glare, and hissed through his gritted teeth, and tight-set jaw.

“There will be no bedding ceremony for my niece and I. Tell that to every Lord that wishes to glance upon my wife – if they do so much as to cast their eyes on her, they’ll be fucking their own wives with a wooden cock.”

Amusement laced with grave concern – the finality of Aemond's words ought to have vexed him, irk the King in his sibling's weighty insolence. Instead Aegon nodded, pushing back the feeling of dread that settled deep within his bones. His head jerked towards his closed oak door, signalling to his brother that his visit had been overstated. “What sort of brother would I be, to not grant you with this simple whim?”

The younger Targaryen mirrored his stance, and turned abruptly on his heel after a low grunt of gratitude.

His hand reached for the golden handle, but Aegon's words deterred him to a halt.

“But be careful with that one, Aemond. She’s brash and wholly unpredictable. Make sure the blood that stains your sheets come morning isn’t somehow your very own.”

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they're a romantic couple, but a key to a good relationship is a couple of banter, right?

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lomltrentarnold · 1 year

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sweetness — jobe bellingham ₊˚ෆ

warnings : insta au/smau, crack/humor, my awful attempt at being funny, a lot of 💀 jokes, everyone has a crush on her <3 faceclaim is marsai martin!

🍓hana’s notes : for my beloved @iissza <3 thank you for the ideas sweet cheeks love you lots <3 pls tell me what yall think since a lot of you are excited for this 😭 || MAIN MASTERLIST

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[ Y/N L/N EXCLUSIVE! ]

“So Y/N, since the fashion show is over, what are some of your favourite outfits?”

“Oh! Good Question! My obvious favourites were Zendaya and Beyonce’s!”

“But also I love my boyfriend’s look, he looks very handsome.”

“Who’s your boyfriend?!”

“Someone.”

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user8 heart been broke so many times 😔

user7 cats out of the bag 🤭 that’s actually me guys

⤷ user6 ur mom would’ve been more believable

user9 thats my hand he should be holding

user12 Once in an interview she said that she’s currently with someone who plays on the pitch!!

⤷ user4 omg!!! they are always liking each other’s posts 🤭

⤷ user3 and she once post that she was at a match he was playing in!

⤷ user2 how do yall know all this shit 💀

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jobebellingham 😍

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user5 is this the girl that was seen with jobe???

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⤷ user8 i honestly have no idea 🤣

user7 jobe must a rizz master

user8 the comments are killing me lmfaoo 💀💀

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user9 HERE WE GO!!!!

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gadriezmannsgirl · 8 months

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I have this idea for a fic and you are the very best to write it🥰.

Sports journalist reader and Pedri being in a private but no secret relationship, she is ok with it until people start commenting that Pedri surely wants to keep her private bc he wants to keep his image of being single and linked with ig models, and maybe it gets worse whe he fucks it up with a public comment along the lines of him not being in a relationship and she is like "ya basta de estupideces" and we get drama. Here I don't know what could happen but it ends with our beloved reader doing the post match interview with the players, when it's Pedri's turn they do the questions as normal but at the end he knows the mic is on and he says something like: "me esperas para llevarte a casa amor?".

It's Enough -P.G8

Summary: You're tired of people assuming things that are not true while your boyfriend shuts them up

You loved your work, you loved being a sports journalist, you were happy when you got the job at Sport and you loved being able to make people see a different point of view from what other journalist do, make players feel comfortable around you and ask them different questions than: "How was the rival team? Any thoughts on winning a certain trophy this year?"

And that's how you met and eventually make Pedri, your ten months boyfriend, fall in love with you, you being yourself even while working.

You had let people known you were in a relationship together two months ago and while everybody knew that, you both liked your privacy and you both tended to keep things on the low. And mostly, Pedri.

Everything has been great, both of you understanding each other, talking of anything, making time to be together, rarely fought but this one... it was the biggest one, you could ever have.

"I'm sorry"

"You really just think a simple sorry will cut it? I have my best friends asking me if you take this relationship seriously! My mom's calling me like crazy because she saw the video and my co-workers are sending me <<I'm sorry>> kind of texts, my brother wants to hit you in the face and I would gladly let him!" You shook your head "Why did you do that?!"

How on earth will he say "I'm not seeing anyone at the moment" when he clearly has you?!

"Y/N, amor-" You cut him off

"Comments about you with other girls have been going on and on lately, I honestly don't care about them, I know you and I know you wouldn't do that but then, you went ahead and said that shit that sent everyone into madness, it makes me rethink of everything I thought I knew about you once!" You admit with tears at the verge of falling "Did you lie to me? Do you really love me? Or you want me just to keep you company at nights?"

"Hey, no. Please, don't think that" Pedro shook his head "I've never lied to you, I'm in love with you, you are the girl of my dreams and the love of my life"

"Si lo soy, entonces ¿Por qué carajos dijiste eso?" (If so, then why the hell you said that?) Your voice broke lightly and the first tear fell down "You just embarrassed me in front of everyone, Pedri. There's nothing you can do to take it back, people think I'm good with open relationships, with you cheating, people are saying that you are hiding our relationship because you're embarrassed of me, people are saying you broke up with me just because you had what you wanted, people are saying shit about us, about me and it's all thanks to you"

"No, I didn't wanted that. I didn't- I'm not ashamed of us, of you, I just wanted to protect you, I-"

Your phone ringing interrupted him, you looked down at your hand and your boss's name flashed across the screen, you sighed in fear. You were news and bad ones.

"I gotta answer this"

"Please, amor-"

"Don't call me that, Pedro. In fact, don't call me, don't text me, don't even look at me, nothing at all because if you do I will do something I will later regret on"

"Like what?" He asked softly

"Like breaking up with you" You said strongly looking at him "I really can't bear with you right now, Pedro. We'll talk later" You shook your head and answered the phone going upstairs

Pedri felt like crying.

He knew he screwed up the second those words came out of his mouth, but it was as his body just blurted them out before his mind could process it. He just wanted to keep you safe.

But what a way of doing so, right?

He tried to do something else to shift his attention to the small office he set up for you at his house like washing the dishes, play some NBA, laundry and eventually get ready for his match.

He went upstairs with the intention of going straight into his room but his body tricked him and he ended up at your office, his heart breaking up when he heard you sniffing while speaking to your boss.

"You're giving us bad reputation with those news, Y/N" He heard your boss say

"I know, sir; my apologies" You said "He must have been really tired, you know he isn't like that"

"Whatever it was, it's done"

Pedri closed his eyes, his hand on top of the doorknob ready to come in and defend you but his phone interrupted him

Tiburón🦈

"Ya vamos a empezar a calentar. ¿Dónde estás?" (We're starting the warm up. Where are you?)

He sighed and went to your chat: "I love you, always have and always will. I'm truly sorry about everything, my love. But I'll make it up for you, I swear to God"

And leaving a kiss on the door, he left the house quickly, his body was on his way to Lluís Companys but his mind and soul stayed with you at his house.

You sighed, coming out of the shower. You had to go to Barcelona's match because you were scheduled for tonight's interviews, looking at the watch on the wall, you saw you were a bit early but still needed to go so you could make it on time.

You weren't in the mood for anything today. From being called names, to have all of your contacts worried about you and your relationship, to have your boss onto your neck wanting for you to dissolve any rumor but won't even knowing how to do so.

You wanted to simply disappear but you never had powers back in high school and you won't grow powers now being an adult. So the only thing you did was buckle your pants up and act as if nothing was affecting you.

Calling a cab, you went to Lluís Companys and with the help of Aaron, the cameraman you started the reportage in which ended up with Barcelona being the winner. 2-0. Both goals from Pedri.

Both goals that were dedicated to you.

Your heart beating incredibly fast at the gesture of your boyfriend who changed his glasses celebration for your name on a personalized Barcelona jersey, still with the 8 number

"Te quiero" he had said before giving the jersey to one member of the staff and return the game.

You felt extremely proud knowing he was the MVP however your happiness slowly turned sour because as he was the MVP of the match you had to interview him, you wanted it or not and you weren't ready to face Pedri yet.

"Buenas noches, Pedri" You said with a small smile, professionalism running through you

"Buenas noches" (Good night) He said softly

"Vamos a ser un poquito rápidos que sabemos que tienes que irte... Enhorabuena por la victoria de esta noche" (Congrats on the win tonight) ", 2-0 against Getafe How do you feel?"

"Well... Good. We played very well, we had control, we managed to knock the rival mostly from the sidelines, we knew we had to be strong since Getafe is a great team as well. And well, it was a very good game which we won and now to focus on the next game"

"Both goals from you with amazing assists of Fermin and Raphinha. They were amazing, by the way"

"Gracias"

"And you are the MVP for tonight's match. Congratulations as well with that, Pedri. How do you feel about that?"

"Good, good. It feels amazing, my goal is to score more and make more assists this season and hopefully I'll be able to help the team in any way I can"

"That's good to hear, Pedri. Once again, congratulations. Have a good night!" You said quickly wanting to get over with everything. "¿Lo agarraste?" (Did you got that?) You ask Aaron who nods and goes to show you a bit of the footage.

"Amor, ¿me esperas para que vayamos a casa?" (Babe, you wait for me so we can go home?) You heard Pedri asks "Por cierto, esto es para ti" (By the way, this is for you) He hands you the jersey

"What? Why?" You receive the jersey looking at it

"I'm dedicating goals to my one and only girl, is it bad?" And as much as you wanted to refuse a smile slowly came up to your face. You shake your head softly coming over to him to hug him "Te amo" (Love you) He said "And I'm sorry" You smiled and kissed his lips before kissing his sweaty, dirty but rosy cheek

"Don't do it again please" You whispered watching his big brown and beautiful eyes

"Never. You're my girlfriend, I'm in love with you and I see the rest of my life with you by my side, amor" He whispered back before pecking your lips softly "Entonces... ¿Me esperas? Voy a bañarme y a cambiarme rápido para que vayamos a casa y descansemos" (So... You wait for me? I'll shower and change really quick so we can go home and rest) You nod softly

"Better be quick, I really want to go home" You smiled untangling yourself from him

"I'm off right now"

"Y/N..." Aaron called you softly with a panicked look to his face

"What?"

"Football players mic was on and that was live" You open your mouth in shock, troubles keep coming at you.

"Don't mind" Pedri said "Let everyone know I'm taken by the best girl ever" You looked at him and he winked at you squeezing your hand.

What a sneaky boy he was.

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artdcnaldson · 1 month

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helloooo cat ☺️☺️

Since there’s a small community of late bloomer baddies over here (myself included) I thought of a dilf! art AU thats been brewing in my head

Okay so imagine late bloomer reader (maybe like 23ish) who’s not had her first kiss , has no one interested in her, feels dejected and undesirable and very lonely all the time, sick of hearing useless advice, just needs to feel wanted and cared for.

Enter freshly divorced and retired dilf ! Art ,, who just wants to take care of someone, and here’s reader who will positively combust from any amount of attention he pays to her ,, and he just wants to take care of her ,,, and eliminate all her insecurity,,, and corrupt her into the perfect toy for him 🥰🥰🥰 (also I’m not good at writing sex stuff but imagine that there’s a lot of (mean/soft) dom art / sub reader dynamics -, and ropes/cuffs/ toys and the like)

But all that aside, it’s also a weirdly compatible and caring partnership between them ,, they both understand the feeling of being unwanted /second best ,, and art gets the chance of a fresh start , and reader gets a partner who makes her feel safe and wanted

Also u know that theory that if a person feels safe around someone they start getting sleepy around them,, maybe that’s how art figures out that reader feels safe w him,, and then it becomes their thing ,, he’s there to hold her after a long day or just because ,, to rub her back and braid her hair and cuddle her and tell her that he’s here and everything’s gonna be fine and affirm / reassure her UGH and she’s so overwhelmed and cries everytime from how good he is to her ,,,

Wow I’ve no idea what came over me while I was writing this but I hope cat and cat hive can match my freak 🙏

🔮 anon

Ouugghhh I needed this softness rn I’m upset and this is exactly what I yearn for </3

DILF era art 🩷🩷🩷 my beloved

Divorced and lonely bc he doesn’t get to see Lily as often as he’s used to. He’s happy to coparent, he knows that’s important for Lily, but he misses having a house that’s loud and lively all the time. It’s why he thinks he starts dating so quickly. He’s 31 and already crashed out in one marriage, in his career… he needs someone to devote himself to again.

He meets you somewhere so normal— maybe a bookstore where he was buying something to busy his time on a quiet weekend. You’re sitting in the little cafe reading and drinking a coffee, and he thinks you’re so pretty that he can’t help but introduce himself. He’s surprised when you’re surprised by his attention to you, how your eyes widen and you stammer all nervously when he talks to you.

You spend an hour talking about books, about movies you like and how bad the coffee is. The next week you meet to do the same thing. It goes on for a month before you realize that these are dates, that you’re actively pursuing this older man (not a decade older, but close to it). But maybe it makes sense in a way. You never got on with the guys your age, never understood the machinations of dating online and how not to come on too strong and how not to come off as uninterested. Art makes it easy. You’re both on the same page.

It’s a slow build. He kisses you for the first time at your car. He asks if he can, and when you nod he tilts your head up and presses his lips to yours— slow, soft. It’s nice, it’s comfortable. It makes you feel like the years of yearning for someone to sweep you off your feet and be all of your firsts was worth it.

#🔮 anon

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gojosnympho · 1 year

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summertime fine - j.yh

**this is part two to spring fling. it can be read standalone or you can read the first part by clicking on the link 🥰

pairing: yunho x black!fem!reader

genre: smut, fluff, light angst

word count: 6.8k

content warnings: established relationship, multiple sex scenes, phone sex, mutual masturbation, lil possessiveness from both yunho and reader, fingering (fem receiving) shower sex, unprotected sex (no), creampies, breeding kink, oral sex (m and f receiving), he puts a thumb in her butt (i’m sorry), mentions of pregnancy

synopsis: you finally get the chance to reunite with the love of your life.

playlist: SUMMER - the carters

author’s note: guess who finally finished pt 2 of spring fling 🤭. y’all gone jump me? be honest! i’m so sorry it took me so long to finish it. i hope y’all enjoy it!

tags: @ariesunz

summertime was just around the corner. you hadn’t seen yunho since you left cancún and it broke your heart everyday you weren’t with him. you texted and talked everyday though despite the time difference. it wasn’t the same as being with him: touching him, kissing him, hugging him, fucking him.

it was nighttime where you were so after a long day you were in bed trying to sleep but you couldn’t. you wished you were in bed with your boyfriend. you wished he was here. without much reluctance you found his contact and pressed the facetime button.

the phone rang twice before he picked up with a smile, “hey baby. shouldn’t you be asleep?”

“i can’t sleep. i miss you too much,” you pouted and yunho chuckled, running his fingers through his hair. you missed playing with his hair.

“i miss you too, baby,” he told you. “did you get the presents i sent you?” he asked with a smirk on his lips.

you nodded, panning the camera down to show him. it was a gold necklace with his initial dangling from it on a pendant. you then lifted your leg up to the camera so he could see the other piece of jewelry: a gold anklet with his initial also dangling from it. they came in the mail this morning. “they’re so pretty. i love them.”

“and i got this to match it,” he pulled down the collar of his shirt to show you a gold chain with your initial. your heart skipped a beat. he was so thoughtful and just the thought of him walking around with your initial so close to his heart almost made you tear up. the fact that everybody knew who he belonged to was an added plus but you wouldn’t tell him that.

“i love you,” you told him.

“and i love you,” yunho said, blowing a kiss to the camera. “you need to get some sleep. i’ll talk to you tomorrow, okay?”

“can we stay on just a little bit longer? i like hearing your voice,” you admitted. you were completely and utterly fucking whipped and you loved every second of it. who better to be whipped for than him?

yunho chuckled, “sure, babe.”

you talked for a few more minutes until yunho told you to go to sleep. you exchanged one more “i love you” before hanging up. you rolled over in bed, staring up at your ceiling while your thoughts were plagued with everything yunho. his smile, his face, his voice, his scent, his dick. you were going crazy without him. you didn’t think you could take another week of not seeing him. hell, you didn’t think you could take another day. you brought your hand to your neck and fidgeted with the golden ‘y’ around your neck until you fell asleep.

you didn’t even get a chance to have breakfast before your phone was ringing with a facetime call from your beloved boyfriend. sitting up in bed, you pressed the green button.

“didn’t we just talk?” you teased him

“yeah but now it’s my turn to go to bed and i wanted to talk to you before i did,” he admitted and you giggled, heat rushing to your cheeks. “and you look cute in the morning.”

“just in the morning?” you asked, finally getting out of bed and making your way to the bathroom to start your day.

“nah, you look cute in the morning but the rest of the day you look sexy,” he told you matter of factly. you nodded in understanding, propping your phone up on your sink so he could watch you as you washed your face and brushed your teeth.

“can i be honest?” yunho asked you, sinking even more into his comfy looking bed. you nodded, drying your face. “i want you so bad right now.”

you froze, “what?”

“i want you. i miss you, baby. i wanna fuck you,” yunho told you with the slightest hint of a moan.

it wasn’t uncommon for him to be so bold so you weren’t sure why you were so rattled. maybe it’s because you’d just woken up not too long before and your brain was still trying to catch up with the rest of your body. he smirked at your doe eyed expression, knowing he had you exactly where he wanted you.

“you wanna help your man with something?” he questioned you

“yes. anything,” you responded meekly.

“that’s a good girl,” the praise that left his lips went right to your pussy. “go back to your bed for me,” his voice was low and raspy. you did as told going back to lay on your bed. yunho smiled at how good you were for him and gave you another instruction. “take off your shirt.”

it wasn’t the first time you and yunho had phone sex. even though you were apart, both of you had needs and what better way to take care of them than over a facetime call. you pulled your shirt over your head, dropping it off the side of your bed. you panned the camera down so that yunho could see your pretty tits and your pretty brown nipples.

“they’re so pretty, baby. so perfect,” he praised you before propping his phone up so you could see what he was doing. his hand was palming the bulge beneath the fabric of his sweats and you could see just how hard he was. “play with them for me, mama. show me how you want me to touch you.”

you propped your phone up too. you began to play with your breasts like he’d asked, taking the mounds of flesh in your hands and kneading them like he’d done on so many of those hot cancún nights. you moaned, fluttering your eyes shut as you recalled how good his hands felt on your body. you pinched your nipples with your pretty manicured fingers and yunho grunted. you opened your eyes again to see that he pulled his dick out of his pants and was steadily stroking himself while he watched you.

“that feel good?” he asked and you hummed in response with a nod. “you want more?”

“yes, yunnie.”

“take off your thong. let me see you.”

he watched you as you pulled the thin piece of fabric off and threw it to join your shirt on the floor. you leaned back into your pillows and opened your legs for him to see the wet mess he created. yunho sucked in a breath, his hand beginning to pump faster up and down his dick. you trailed your pretty manicured hand down your body to your pussy. your middle finger found your clit and you gasped at the contact.

“you’re so fucking pretty and perfect. fuck baby,” yunho praised you some more. it encourages you to rub your clit even faster. you moaned out, yunho returned the gesture. yunho’s strokes matched the pace of the little figure eights you were rubbing into your clit. both of your moans were whiny and desperate. it was so obvious you guys needed each other.

“i need you inside me so bad,” you whined out and just like that yunho finally let go cumming all over his fist. you kept rubbing yourself until you came with a breathy moan.

when your heartbeat went back to normal and the ringing in your ears stopped, you lazily reached for your phone. you gave yunho a smile that he returned. you both cleaned up, yunho was relaxed in bed when you finally spoke to him.

“i want to have sex with you for real. i can’t take this anymore,” you complained, dramatically falling back onto your bed.

yunho chuckled, “i know baby. i do too.”

“i wanna come visit!” you told him with a pout. he smiled again at how adorable you were. he just adored you so much.

“you sure you wanna come here instead of me coming to you?” he inquired

“yes! i’ve never been to korea. i wanna come yunnie,” you gave him those pretty, brown puppy dog eyes that you learned he could never say no to. you batted your eyelashes for added effect.

“alright, baby girl. if that’s what you want. i’ll buy you a ticket,” he agreed and you squealed in excitement, hiding your face in your pillow. you were gonna see him again after three months.

“i can’t wait to see you, boo,” you told the man on the other end of the phone.

“i can’t wait to see you.”

…

yunho hated that you were traveling alone. he was so anxious the whole day, all he could think about was you and your safety. that’s why he would’ve preferred if he came to you, but he knew you could handle yourself. that sentiment didn’t make him any less anxious though. he called and texted you at every opportunity to check up on you.

you smiled whenever his name popped up on the screen. you texted him back almost immediately every time to tell him you were okay. you loved how caring he was and that you being comfortable and safe was his top priority. traveling by yourself to a completely different country was scary but he made it so much easier. you loved him so much and you couldn’t wait to see him.

you landed in south korea finally after being on a plane for what felt like days. you were anxious to get off the plane and meet yunho inside the airport. you made it through baggage claim and then headed to the pick up area to meet yunho. you didn’t see him at first to your dismay, he should be easy to spot. you stood on your tiptoes to search over the heads of the people who were probably also searching for their loved ones.

“looking for someone?” a voice from behind you asked. a voice you’d come to love. you turned around and literally jumped into his arms. yunho squeezed you so tight you almost couldn’t breathe but you loved every second of it.

“i missed you so much,” you murmured, your face buried in the crook of his neck.

“i missed you,” he said back to you. he sat you back down on the ground and gave you a once over before giving you a sweet kiss on your lips. “c’mon,” he grabbed the handle of both of your suitcases in one hand and your hand in the other. “let’s get you home so you can rest.”

home. it sounds so good falling from his lips. you nodded, walking with him back to where he parked his car. you were almost taken back by how expensive it looked. it was an all black sports car, even the rims for his tires were blacked out. the windows were so tinted you couldn’t even see inside. you knew yunho had money but now it’s really dawning on you that he had money. maybe that expensive purse he got you for a gift should’ve been the first clue, or the gold pieces of jewelry around your neck and ankle. hell, the gold piece of jewelry around his neck too. you couldn’t lie and say you didn’t like it though. a loving and caring boyfriend and he’s rich too? what girl would hate that?

yunho put your suitcases and carry on in his trunk and then opened the door to the passenger side for you. you thanked him before sliding inside the cushy sports car. the interior was just as expensive looking as the outside, with dark red leather seats with black trimming. his car smelled like him, it relaxed you. you were finally with him after months of not seeing him. it was surreal. it’s like it wasn’t even happening. yunho got on the driver’s side and offered you his phone to play whatever music you wanted to play.

“you must really love me, huh?” you asked the man as you scrolled through all of his saved songs. none of them looked appealing enough to you though so you decided on an old r&b song your mom used to play for you.

“you know i do,” he replied. he grabbed your hand and kissed the back of it so gently you felt like you were going to melt into a puddle right there in that seat. he stole a quick glance at you, his eye catching the gold necklace around your neck and the way it danced in the sunlight. yunho loved the fact that everybody knew who you belonged to. he’d never tell you that though.

“last time we were in a car together we ended up fucking on the hood,” you pointed out to your boyfriend. he glanced at you again, this time with a smirk splayed on his pretty lips.

he used one of his hands to squeeze your thigh, “wanna go for round two?”

you pushed his hand off of you playfully, “you’ll get some pussy later.”

“you know i’ll always wait for you, baby.”

he always knew exactly what to say to make your heart skip a beat. nobody has ever made you feel the way he did, so loved, adored, and happy. you’ve only known him for a few months but it feels like you’ve known him for years.

surreal was the word of the day because that’s how you felt walking through yunho’s apartment. you’d only ever seen it via facetime calls and the pictures he sent you from various places in the apartment. the common area alone was huge, with a big ass flat screen tv mounted on the wall, a very big couch, a ping pong table situated in the corner of the room, and glass paned windows that made the room seem even more open. it was clean too, cleaner than you left your apartment before coming here. you wondered if he cleaned it himself.

“let me show you upstairs,” he grabbed your hand and your suitcase again, leading you upstairs to his room. the room you’d seen on facetime so many times you were sure you’d seen every inch. the bed was just as big as you imagined and you were excited to be sharing a bed with him again after all these months. “the bathroom is in there if you wanna shower.”

“can you join me?” you asked him

“i can’t promise i’m gonna keep my hands to myself,” he warned you

“who said i wanted you to?” your voice was low and seductive. it reminded yunho of the first time you ended up in bed together. just that question had blood rushing to his dick.

the shower really did start off as a shower. it took a turn when yunho pressed himself against you, his hard dick on your back making you shudder, “you think your little pussy can still take me after all this time?” his lips were on your ear as he massaged circles into your hips.

“it’s yours so i think so,” you teased the man. you pushed yourself back on him making him grunt and dig the pads of his fingers into your hips that he was previously massaging. he pressed you against the cool tile of his shower and smashed his lips into yours. it didn’t take long for him to reach between your bodies, lips still on yours, to start rubbing your clit. you moaned into his mouth before you pulled away so you could look him in his eyes while he played with you.

“your pussy miss me as much as you did?” he asked you. you were about to reply but the words didn’t even get a chance to slip past your lips before he was pushing one of his long fingers into your pussy. you threw your head back with a loud whine. “you’re sucking it right up, baby. did you miss my fingers?”

“yes.”

he stuffed another finger inside of you, scissoring you open so good you were seeing stars. “your fingers can’t make you feel this good huh?” he curled them inside of you and you could feel the pads of his fingers massaging that spot so deep inside you. it felt so fucking good. he was right about your fingers. your fingers weren’t long enough to reach where his could. that’s why it was so frustrating not being able to fuck him whenever you wanted. you couldn’t get yourself off the way yunho can. “answer me, sweetheart.”

“no,” you began, losing your thought halfway through when he started fingering you faster. even over the loud splattering of the warm shower water you could hear the squelching of your wet pussy. “yunho. please don’t stop.” you begged him. your hand wrapped around his wrist in an attempt to make sure he didn’t stop like you’d asked. you were getting so close to your orgasm and you’d be damned if it got ripped away.

he didn’t stop. in fact, he sped up. you cried out his name with a loud moan that had yunho moaning right along with you. your hands went to grip his biceps as your pussy fluttered helplessly around his two fingers. “you gonna cum on my fingers?”

“mhm. i’m gonna cum for you,” you told the man. he kept up that brutal pace on your pussy, fingering you and murmuring praises to you until you were cumming all over his fingers with a moan so loud you were almost sorry for his neighbors. yunho pulled his fingers from your pulsing pussy and wasted no time taking the digits in his mouth to suck them clean.

“just as sweet as i remember you, princess,” yunho hummed

you didn’t even get a chance to recover from your orgasm before yunho was rubbing his tip through your folds. he took his bottom lip between his teeth, centering himself because he knew if he was too hasty he was gonna cum fast. he continued to rub himself through your folds and finally, finally he pushed in. the gasp that he let out almost didn’t sound like it came from the deep voiced man. it was more whiny and desperate than you’d ever heard him.

“i missed you and this pussy so much.”

no words left your mouth because yunho started rocking his hips into you, turning everything that came from your throat into a sweet symphony of moans. you wanted to tell him how much you missed him but you guessed the way your pussy was sucking him in was enough for him. he kissed you, swallowing every moan that came from your mouth.

“that feel good, babe?” yunho asked, snapping his hips into you, his tip hitting your sweet spot so fucking good it brought tears to your eyes.

“s-so good, yunnie,” you slurred, eyes rolling into the back of your head.

“you feel so good, baby. can i cum in you?” he asked and your pussy fluttered around his dick. “you like that? want me to cum in this pussy?”

“please,” you choked out, eyes teary. “please cum in me. i missed you.”

yunho’s fist couldn’t compare to the way your pussy felt. you were wrapped so tight around him, your moans and whimpers descending onto his ears, and the way your pretty face was screwed up in pleasure. he still didn’t want to cum just yet, it was too early. so he slowed the fast pace of his thrusts which made you let out a groan of frustration.

“stop holding back, yunnie,” you complained, purposefully clenching around him. yunho hissed, his hands dropping down to hold your hips.

“i don’t wanna cum yet.”

you whined again, “please. i wanna feel it. i wanna feel you.”

just the utterance of that sentence made yunho let go of his restraints and pound into you with no remorse. you screamed his name, your pussy squeezing him so tight he almost couldn’t move inside of you. you were getting close too. yunho didn’t stop his movements until both of you were cumming together with pants and breathy moans.

“i missed you so bad,” you told him. you laid your head on his wet chest while you caught your breath.

“i missed you too, baby.”

finally out of the shower, yunho was all over you again. this time it wasn’t sexual though. he just wanted to touch you and be near you but simultaneously that’s all you wanted too. so you let him touch you and kiss you and rub you while you lie in bed with him. it felt good to be there with him. in his bed, with sheets that smelled just like him. you didn’t think you’d be able to take it when you had to catch your flight home at the end of the summer but you refused to let those thoughts in and ruin the moment.

“surely our itinerary this entire summer isn’t just having sex and laying in bed,” you teased your boyfriend, climbing on top of his body and straddling it.

he put his hands on your hips, because he just had to be touching you in some way, “of course not. i wanna show you around and take you to all my favorite places and the guys said they wanted to see you again. i promise i have a lot planned. i just figured your first day here you would want to relax.”

“you know me so well because if you would’ve tried to take me out today after that long ass flight i would’ve killed you,” you told him, pinching his cheeks between your thumb and index finger.

yunho just chuckled and squeezed your hips in his soft hands before replying, “like you said, i know you so well.”

when tomorrow came, yunho took you out to show you around the city. he showed you all of his favorite spots, bought you korean street food, and took as many pictures of you as he could. he knew you weren’t leaving any time soon but he still wanted to cherish every memory he made with you. he loved you. in fact, you’re the only girl he’s ever loved deeply. to think he met you only such a short time ago.

“you know you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me?” yunho told you as you walked hand in hand down the busy streets of seoul.

“really?” you asked him

“really,” he confirmed.

“you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” you told him with a smile.

it was dark when you finally made it back to yunho’s apartment. you kicked your shoes off of your tired feet the moment he opened the door and plopped down dramatically on the couch. yunho chuckled but followed suit.

“i had so much fun today, yunnie.”

“good. it’s all for you,” he punctuated his sentence by giving you a soft kiss on the lips.

“when you come visit me in the states i’ll show you around my city too,” you told him.

“can’t wait.”

it’s been a week now since you’ve been in korea. you’ve seen his friends who were more than happy to see you, he showed you around seoul some more, and you’ve been having so much sex you were surprised you could still feel your legs. it was like cancún all over again, it felt different this time though. this time it felt… permanent. this time you knew you’d see him again. you found comfort in that.

“what’s on your mind, sweetheart?” yunho asked you, pulling you from the thoughts swirling in your head.

“you,” you replied smoothly without missing a beat. the tips of yunho’s ears turned red and a light blush dusted his cheeks. you knew how to get him flustered just like he did you.

“you think about me a lot?” yunho asked you, trying to play off the effect you had on him.

“mhm,” you confirmed with a nod.

“when do you think about me?” yunho asked you

“when i wake up in the morning, before i go to sleep, in the shower, literally all the time.”

“and when else do you think about me?” yunho questioned that familiar glint in his eyes. the glint that meant he was getting ready to fuck you until you couldn’t think straight anymore.

“when i’m horny. when i’m fucking myself with that pink dildo you like so much. i think about you when i cum all over it and how much i wish it was your dick i was cumming on instead,” your voice was low and sultry like how it was every time you were trying to seduce him. it worked like a charm every time. “do you think about me?”

“yeah,” he began. “i think about you when i’m brushing my teeth, when i’m eating. i even dream about you,” he finished. “i think about you when i’m fucking my hand and how much i wish it was your pussy.”

“do you say my name when you cum?” you asked him

“of course i do. do you say mine?”

“duh!” you replied.

it was silent but only for a few seconds before yunho broke it, “come here.” he beckoned you closer to him with his hand. you complied with his wishes coming closer to him.

“what?” you asked him softly, crawling into his lap. you knew what. you could feel how hard he was by just sitting there. you knew what he wanted.

he didn’t answer, he only started to rub his hands up your sides and on your back just how you liked. he took it a step further when his hands trailed down to roughly grip your ass. you jolted forward in surprise and yunho chuckled.

“was that too rough for you, princess? i’m sorry,” his apology was insincere. he knew exactly what the fuck he was doing because this time he landed a smack on it. you jolted again, a soft moan leaving your lips. he used his hand to soothe the light sting cooing apologies in your ear. “i’m sorry baby. it’s just so fat i can’t help myself.”

“stop teasing me. i wanna fuck,” you complained, nuzzling your head in the crook of his neck. yunho went back to caressing your body gently like he was before.

“do something for me first,” yunho said.

you lifted your head up, “anything.”

he lifted you off of him with ease and sat you on the bed, “lay on your stomach and face me.” so you did. you laid on your belly with your head hanging off the bed to face him, “you’re such a good girl.” yunho praised you.

he pulled his sweats and briefs down, his dick flopping out almost hitting you in the face. yunho grabbed himself and ran the pretty pink tip over your lips.

“open,” he told you.

you slowly unhinged your jaw taking his dick into your mouth. he grunted, bucking his hips up causing you to choke around him. in retaliation you slapped his thigh but that only made him fuck into your mouth even more. the sounds that came from you were music to yunho’s ears. he looked down to see how messy your face had become, for some reason it made his heart flutter. he pulled out of your mouth for a moment to give you a breather.

“so messy,” yunho teased. he took his thumb to gently wipe around your mouth and then he pushed it past your lips for you to suck on. “that’s a good fucking girl. so good with your mouth.”

you released his thumb with a popping sound before opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out. yunho took the invitation, slapping his dick on your tongue then diving right back into your mouth. his thrusts were shallow at first. they quickly sped up until you were choking around him again. he held your head still while he used your throat to get off.

“fuck, fuck, fuck,” he hissed. he grabbed your hair in his hand and pulled you off. “i don’t wanna cum yet. i wanna cum inside you.”

you’d created a monster letting yunho hit it raw your last night in mexico together. now all he wanted to do was cum inside of you whenever he had the chance. you liked it just as much, though. you loved the way he flooded your insides and you loved the way he fucked his load into you even more. if it weren’t for the birth control you were on you would’ve been pregnant by now.

yunho pulled you up by your arm and proceeded to take your lips in a bruising kiss. it was nothing but a mess of tongues, spit, and teeth. he didn’t stop kissing you; not even when he laid you down on the bed. he laid on top of you, lips still on yours. soon his kisses trailed down to your neck. there were already hickeys there from earlier this week, yunho added more. your moans were so sweet. so pretty. he grabbed the bottom of your shirt and pulled the piece of clothing over your head. his kisses trailed down to your breasts. he took his time giving each one attention. he kissed down your body until he made it to the band of your underwear.

“lift up, baby,” he instructed you. you did as told, lifting your hips up off the bed. he slid your underwear down your legs, and threw them somewhere in the room that was none of your concern right now. not when he was between your legs about to eat your pussy until you were shaking. “you’re nice and wet for me.”

you couldn’t respond because he’d already dove into your dripping pussy. you gasped at the way his tongue was already slurping up everything that had dribbled out of you. your hand flew to fist his hair while he ate you out.

“fuck, yunho!”

his lips closed around your clit to suck on it. you screamed out as you writhed against his face covering it in all of your juices. yunho looked up at you while his mouth was busy making you cum. you looked so hot like this, he thought. your eyes were closed and you were squeezing your breasts in your hands. he took it a step further. he pushed his tongue in your tight hole making you gasp.

you arched your back off the bed, “you are so fucking—.” your words were cut short when you felt yunho’s thumb push into your asshole. “—nasty! fuck keep doing that, yunnie please!”

with his thumb still in your ass and his tongue still busy on your pussy you could feel how close you were to cumming.

“yunho, please please please!” you chanted as your eyes crossed and your body seized up. your orgasm hit you with full force. you squirmed, gasped, and tried to close your legs around your boyfriend’s head but he just kept going until your climax fizzled out.

he came from between your legs, face shiny with your juices, “you taste so good. wanna taste?” you nodded eagerly, grabbing him by his chain and pulling him in for another filthy kiss. you could taste yourself all over his lips, all over his tongue, and you needed more of him.

your body was still shaking from your orgasm. yunho chuckled, “what’s funny?” you asked

“you’re shaking. was it that good, baby?” he laughed before peppering kisses all over your face.

“it was amazing, yunnie. i want more.”

yunho was on top of you again in seconds. he teased you first by running his tip through your folds and tapping it on your clit. he pushed into you in one swift motion, bottoming out. his chain with your initial was dangling in your face while your anklet with his initial was dangling by his ear. it was as erotic as it was romantic. he started slow at first because he knew you were probably still sensitive from your previous orgasm.

“faster,” you told him.

he sped up his pace, watching as your breasts bounced with every stroke. he’d never get tired of this view no matter how many times he found himself buried inside of you. you cried out to him, reaching to grab his hand in yours while he fucked you. you squeezed it when you felt just how fucking deep he was in your guts. it almost felt like he was touching your cervix.

“you’re so deep, yunho,” you whimpered.

yunho put his free hand on your tummy to feel the way his dick was thrusting in and out of you, “can you feel me right here, baby girl?” he pressed down on your tummy. you gasped, squeezing his other hand again.

“feels so fucking good.”

“how about i give you a baby so you can’t leave me and go back home?” yunho asked. you moaned so loud at his words to yunho’s delight and you squeezed his hand and dick. “yeah? you want that? fuck a kid into so you have to stay?”

“yes, yes please yunho. wanna have your baby,” you rambled not even completely sure of what you were saying because of how good he was making you feel. yunho grunted at the feeling of you squeezing around him and the words that were coming from your pretty lips.

“that’s a good girl. tell me you want me to knock you up,” yunho said. his hips never stopped pounding. he leaned down to really press you into the mattress and fuck you even deeper into it. his face was buried in the crook of your neck, placing kisses on the already blemished flesh. “say it.”

“w-want you to knock me up. wanna make you a—fuck— a daddy!” you cried out in pleasure. “fuck i think i’m cumming!” your eyes rolled back and you dug your heels into his spine as you creamed all over his dick.

“good fucking girl,” yunho praised you. “wanna be a mommy?”

“please,” you whimpered beneath him. yunho kept fucking into you until he deposited his own cum deep into your womb. you were out of breath when he pulled out of you and rolled over next to you.

“you okay? was that too much?”

“it was perfect, yunnie. i loved every second.”

…

it was nearing the end of july which meant soon your summer with your boyfriend would be over. you didn’t want it to end, you didn’t want to go back home and have to deal with only seeing him through facetime. you loved sharing a bed and an apartment with him. you thought seriously about just moving in with him no matter how big of a change it was going to be. you just wanted to be with him, so you proposed the idea to him on your last night there.

“what if i moved here and lived with you?” you asked, pushing his bangs out of his eyes.

“woah,” he began. he took one of his large hands and placed it on your tummy. “did i get you pregnant?” he finished, a proud smile on his face.

you shook your head, “not yet, baby,” yunho pouted. you laughed, grabbing his face in your hands. “we can have a baby later. i wanna move here because i hate being away from you. it sucks not being able to kiss you and hug you whenever i want.”

“babe moving to another country is a huge step. i can’t let you do that.”

you sucked your teeth and dropped your hands from his face to cross your arms over your chest, “but i want to! i wanna be here with you, yunho. i love waking up next to you every morning. i love being able to be with you whenever i want. i love you.”

“you can’t move here because…” he trailed making you bounce in anticipation. “i already bought an apartment in the states for us to live together,” yunho informed you and you felt like you stopped breathing.

your jaw dropped, “you what?”

“i’ve been planning this for a while, baby. like before you even came to visit. i was telling my mom how much i missed you and she told me to just go for it. so i went for it.”

“yunho,” your voice cracked before tears started to spill down your cheeks.

“don’t cry, honey,” he said, wiping your tears with his thumbs. “i love you too and i don’t want to be anywhere where you aren’t.”

more tears started coming until you were sobbing. nobody ever loved you this much. it was overwhelming. it was too fucking much. yunho cooed at you, wiping every tear away.

“calm down, sweetheart,” yunho cooed. he pulled you into his chest until you stopped crying.

“i’m sorry it’s just a lot take in.”

“it’s okay baby. don’t apologize,” he assured you. he kissed the crown of your head, “so are you ready to move in with me?”

you nodded at him, wiping the last remnants of your tears away, “i am.”

…

“do y’all think we’re moving too fast?” you asked your homegirls as they helped you pack up what was left of your old apartment.

“it’s too damn late to be asking that now. like this damn apartment not empty,” one of them replied, packing the last of your things in a box.

your other friend shoved her, “i think you’re doing just fine, mama. i think it’s romantic, ya know? i mean what nigga you know that’s gonna move all the way across the world for you?”

“not a lot.”

“exactly! everything is gonna be fine and even if it’s not; you live and you learn. but i think you’re gonna be fine!” she encouraged you. “and all you gotta do is keep fucking him because obviously whatever you got between them legs has that nigga at your feet.”

you shoved her this time, “shut up!”

“it’s true! keep putting it on him like that and in a few months you’re gonna be pregnant or engaged. or both.”

the thought of marrying yunho and having his kids had warmth blossoming in your chest. you could see it: yunho waiting on you hand and foot while you carried his baby and a pretty diamond ring on your finger. it was insane to even think about this so early in your relationship, you knew that. that didn’t stop the daydreaming though.

“almost ready, baby?” yunho asked, coming into your now empty bedroom.

“yeah, this is the last box,” you told him as you taped it closed. he grabbed the box from your hands, “i don’t know how someone so little who lives by herself can have so much shit.”

“whatever bro. just take the box to the truck,” you replied and playfully pushed him towards the door.

“he looks at you like you’re the only person in the room, girl,” your friend gushed. “i think y’all are gonna be just fine.”

yunho refused to let you see the new place until you went together. he wouldn’t show you any pictures or even tell you the damn address all he gave you was the key. even when you pulled in front of the building he made you close your eyes and made you promise not to peek. as much as it killed you, you didn’t. he led you inside, up to your floor via the elevator, every once in a while peering back at you to make sure you weren’t looking.

you heard the key turn in the lock and the door creak open, “open your eyes.”

you fluttered your eyes open, blinking a few times to adjust them to the light. when you finally focused you were in awe. it was a beautiful penthouse, with windows that overlooked the city, sleek tiled floors, a fireplace on a wall in the living room.

“jesus christ, yunho! how much did you spend on this place?” you asked him still looking around the huge space that was only just the living room.

“don’t worry about that. do you love it?”

“of course i love it! it’s perfect!”

you went deeper into the house to explore with yunho behind you. the kitchen was just as grand, as were the bedrooms, the bathrooms, and the terrace where you could see the skyline. it made yunho happy to see how in awe you were of the house he bought for you. he knew it was too soon for something this big but he knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you. he knew that deep down you were the one and he’d be damned if he was gonna let you slip away.

“i love you, yunho.”

“i love you, _____.”

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