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simpingforheros · 2 months ago

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Lover Man

Pairing: Roy Harper X Single Mom! Female! Reader

Summary: Roy Harper gave up on love after his relationship with Cheshire never went anywhere other than creating his bundle of joy that was Lian Harper. That was until she came knocking on his door.

Warnings: 18+, Minors Do Not Interact, Female Reader/Female Pronouns/ Female Anatomy, Fluff eventually turning into Smut, Strangers to Lovers, Close Proximity, Mentions of Drug Addiction, Implied Abuse, Heavy Make-Out Session, Dry Humping, Implied Breeding Kink, Roy Harper being our Gentle King ((only this time)).

A/N: Soooo I had another Roy fanfic written completely in the drafts…and I hated it 💀. So I rewrote it and here it is. It’s a wee bit longer than my normal fanfics and I wanted to add more fluff and more descriptive detail instead of just smut. Please leave me some comments if you like this or if you don’t lol. Thank you.

A/N: I got my own ginger so it makes me wanna write about my second favorite ginger since I hardly see writing for him outside of him being a throuple with Jason. Roy Harper is just as hot as Jason because man’s literally got himself out of a bad place just for his daughter 😭🥹. Our responsibility king. Also Lian is aged up to 7 years old in this.

Dividers >>>> @cafekitsune

Roy Harper was a hardworking man. He slaves over his small mercenary missions with the occasional events of saving the city in the mix of raising a 4 foot ball of energy all on his own. He felt exhausted most the time, but that exhaustion keeps him out of trouble. It also gets him out of any venture for a personal life.

Sure, Roy had the Outlaws who would swing by after missions just to hangout and drink, and the Titans make a rare appearance to visit their favorite niece. Even Ollie and Dinah would occasionally come by to visit. But, after Jade came and left him high and dry, his heart was hollow…

Lian was his whole world and stars. He never thought he could love someone as much as he loved his little girl. He dragged himself out of his drug addiction just so he can take care of her, and she should be enough to make the backbreaking labor enough.

However, he notices how the doodled Mother’s Day cards that used to litter the fridge for Jade began to dwindle as her eyes began to look longingly at the other parents who had two parents and a pair or two of siblings. Lian says she’s happy to live with her Dad, who was her bestest friend in the world, but the occasional crayon drawings say otherwise.

The stick figures of Lian and Roy with a faceless woman and another stick figure child making it very clear that Lian wanted a mother figure, or at least a sibling.

Maybe one day Roy can give it to her…but right now he was too tired.

“What do you mean you forgot??” Roy yells into the phone as he speed walks back to his apartment complex.

He should have known better than to ask Garfield to wait at his apartment for Lian to come home and babysit for a couple of hours while he went grocery shopping. This week has been hell on him. He’s been dealing with some of Black Mask’s crew trying to expand to Star City and when he would try to get some sleep, the noise of some new neighbors moving in woke him up constantly. This was really his only chance to go do anything and Beast Boy forgot to come.

“I asked you to do one thing, Gar! Be here and watch Lian until I got back. How can forget to watch a 7 year old girl?” Roy seethes as he walks into the main lobby and bolting up the stairs.

His heart was pounding with all the possible scenarios. He knows he’s overreacting, that she was just probably sitting by the locked door either entertaining herself or crying. But he also couldn’t help but be paranoid that she strayed off to go find him or someone snatched her up.

His worst fear coming to reality as he walks onto his floor and sees no one. He quickly gets to his door and jiggles the nob, feeling the secured lock.

Just as Roy was about to scream at Garfield again to relieve the unrelenting anxiety, the sound of a door opening behind him catches his attention as a familiar ring fills the static.

“Daddy!” Lian yells as Roy turns around, relief filling his body as he kneels down to greet the girl.

“Oh fuck, you scared me.” He says, as he sighs in relief. His strong arms holding the small girl tight to his chest.

“I’m sorry,” the girl mumbles with sympathy pooling in her dark eyes. “I was walking Wren and she wanted me to see her new room.”

‘Wren? Who’s Wren?’ Roy thought as he quirks his eyebrow just as movement catches his eyes again to the door.

Another little girl was standing in the door way to the apartment. She looked the same age as Lian with colorful ribbons in her hair and the matching Star Academy uniform on as Lian.

‘Another Star Academy student? There isn’t any other student living here…’

Then the realization that this was one of the new neighbors hits him as a taller figure appears behind Wren. Her voice throwing Roy in a trance as she scolds the girl.

“Wren, I told you to not stare. Especially at strangers.” Her voice gently but protective as she kept her eyes on Roy. Her hand already on her daughter’s shoulder as her daughter apologizes.

“I’m sorry, Mama. I wanted to see Lian’s Dad and see if I can come over…”

The woman was the same age as him from what he can tell. Healthy, glowing skin despite the dark bags under her eyes. Her hair glowed like a halo in the fluorescent light of the hallway despite the messy frizz of what he thought used to be a protective hairstyle that her work day destroyed. Her boxy scrubs doing noting to hide her figure as the familiar logo of Star City General Hospital shined brightly.

“Dad.” Lian’s inpatient voice cuts through his daze as he looks to his daughter.

“Huh?” He says as his daughter giggles.

“I said, can I show Wren my room? I wanna show her all my Bluey toys.” She says excitedly.

His eyes briefly flickering over to the other excited little girl before stating gently, “I have no problem with it, but did you ask Wren’s mom if she can.”

“Yea! Miss (L/N) said it was alright.” She says happily.

‘Miss? I guess she’s not married…’ he thought as he handed Lian his keys with a joking quip, “Don’r throw a party while I’m over here talking to Miss (L/N).”

The girls giggle before running over to Roy’s apartment and entering. Roy stands up to his full height as he gives the mother a smile. She returns it with her own as she says,

“Normally Wren is pretty shy, so I was happy to see she made friends with a good kid.” She says as she pushes some stray hair out of her face before offering him her hand. “I’m (Y/N) by the way.”

“Roy. Roy Harper.” He introduces himself as he shakes her hand. He couldn’t help but smile brighter as they pulled their hands away, proud that his daughter helped out a new kid.

“Lian doesn’t have much of a shy side to her. I blame it on her mom’s genetics.” He jokes with a soft chuckle.

“You and your wife must be proud.” She says softly as she props her hip against the doorframe.

“Oh no, I’m not married.” He corrects her as he nervously stuffs his hands in his pocket as he felt a pang of gloom over his heart. “It’s just me and Lian.”

Her eyes dropped as she crosses her arms over her chest as she mumbles, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to assume…”

“No, youre alright.” He assures her with a shrug. “Honestly, I should be apologizing for your first impression of me being my kid locked out of my apartment.”

She giggles as she waves him off as she says, “Lian told me that her normal babysitters weren’t in town and that ‘Uncle Gar’ was suppose to be here.”

“Yeaaa.” He groans as he defends himself. “I promise that i’m normally on top of the babysitting situation since I normally work nights.”

She nods as she says, “I understand. I have to find my own babysitter now that I moved across the country. I work days at the hospital.”

The idea seeming to strike them at the same time as both their little girls scream in delight as they play in the apartment over.

A compromise between two single parents.

The deal was easy and benefited both of them. Since she had to work 12 hour shifts on a 3 on, two off basis, (Y/N) would drop the girls off at school on her way to work, and Roy adjusted his “work” time so he can be home when they come home from school and babysit until Wren’s mom gets off from work.

When (Y/N) was off and Roy is working, She will keep both girls at her apartment and gets them ready for school in the mornings before they tag off.

During the rare occurrence that Roy had to go away on a “business trip”, the girls would just be with (Y/N) full time with Roy’s promise that it will only be a week and he will watch them when the weekend comes so she can rest.

This has been the routine for three months, and Roy enjoyed it more than he should. It felt great knowing that Lian was in capable, non vigilante hands when he was away and she had a female role model to who doesn’t fight crime in spandex.

Roy also adored Wren. She took a minute to break out of her shell, but she reminded him a lot of Jason. A quiet type who surprised him with her temper and mischief. He can see why (Y/N) is the kind of parent she is and how she easily keeps Wren and Lian in line.

Over the weeks, Wren and Lian became the dynamic duo of Star Academy. They did everything together and would cry if they couldn’t. The two even begged their respective parents for matching Bluey backpacks and sparkly shoes so they can match all the time. They even developed a cute habit of leaving colored drawings under the apartment doors for the other to find. The friendship was very heart warming and helped form the bond between their parents.

The two had a lot in common too. More than they expected.

“Wanna beer?” Roy offered as he stood up from the couch.

“No thank you.” She answers as she focuses on wrapping the present infront of her.

Tomorrow was Wren’s birthday, and while the girls are having a sleep over in Lian’s room, Roy and (Y/N) prepped for her birthday party.

“You sure, doll?” He says as he grabs a couple beers. He sits beside her and holds his open bottle near her as he jokes. “You gonna let me drink alone, and make me look depressed?”

Her eyes darken as she scoots away from him. The air turning cold as she snaps on him. “I said No, Roy.”

Roy immediately freezes before frowning in concern. He puts the beer on the coffee table as he whispers to her. “Hey, I’m sorry…”

Her eyes relax as her shoulders slump. She sighs softly as she mumbles. “No, I’m sorry…”

She reaches into her pocket a pulls out a familiar looking token and hands it to him. A 5 year sobriety coin. His brows shoot up as he looks at her in shock.

She giggles somberly as she says, “it’s not mine. It’s my Dad’s.”

She pulls her knees to her chest as she looks to the wall around the muted tv. Pictures lining the wall of Lian and Roy with some of just them or with friends. She smiles softly as she recounts.

“My dad was a bad alcoholic, but a good dad. He would take me with him everywhere he could and it would be like everyday was a good day. I was too young to realize he drank too much or he yelled at my mom a little too harshly.” She says as she picks at the material of her socked covered feet.

“It wasn’t until I got pregnant with Wren that he realized he had to sober up. He managed to stay clean for almost 6 years until a drunk driver hit him.” She chuckles sadly as she sees the irony in her dad’s death. “He even help me leave my ex who was also a bad drinker. I guess seeing my dad doing it my whole life, I thought it was normal…”

Her arms wrapping around herself before finally looking back at Roy. Her eyes meeting his green ones, her gaze watery as she wipes the tears away.

“I’m sorry, that was too much to put on you..” she said as her voice wavers a bit. “You can drink though I don’t-“

Roy gets up and takes his beers to the kitchen. Confused by his abruptness, she follows him, only to see him dumping out his open beer and starting to dump out the other one. She looks at him confused as he finishes dumping the liquid out before he pulls out his wallet and pulls out a coin.

He hands both coins to her as she reads the one he pulled out of his wallet. 7 years sobriety.

“You were…?” She mumbles is disbelief before he answers.

“Yep, former heroine addict…” he says as he leans back against the counter. His arms flexing as he crosses his arms over his chest. His eyes shining with seriousness as he says,

“I understand why your dad got help. I did the same thing when I found out about Lian, and I don’t ever wanna do anything that can jeopardize giving her a better life than I had…”

An emotion crosses his face that makes her nervous but excited as he admits.

“And I don’t want to do anything that would drive you out of mine.”

“Please, (Y/N)!” Lian begs as Wren stands behind her with her puppy dog eyes shining behind her.

Those were the famous last words that were said when Lian and Wren convinced her to allow them to go to a slumber party while Roy was out of town. (Y/N) didn’t see the harm since it was Friday night and the girls had been good. Besides, Roy was supposed to be home late tonight so he can enjoy his Saturday morning resting.

It was a good idea. Or at least that’s what she thought before she got mugged on her way home from dropping off the girls.

The woman didn’t see it coming when she was snatched off the street and pinned to an alley wall as a disgust voice coos at her.

“Easy, Babygirl.” The masked man purrs as his dirty finger nails digged into her arms. “Just give me your purse and we can both walk away happy.”

“Fuck off!” She says as she tries to yank away from him .

“Now don’t be such a-!” His growl interrupted as the swoop of air shoots between them. She looks to where it lands and sees a red arrow buried into the wall behind them. The mugger was the first to look back to where it came from before gasping,

“Arsenal? What’s he doing here?” He curses as he pulls (Y/N) in front of him, making the struggling woman a human shield. “I’m armed, and I’m not afraid to hurt the bitch!” He says as he pulls out a knife and holds it to her neck.

(Y/N) only heard about the vigilante through the news. Apparently he used to be Green Arrow’s sidekick before he went solo for some reason and he was a rough guy. He works with the Red Hood who was known for killing criminals so she understood why the man was scared as a figure dropped down from a rooftop with his bow ready to shoot.

Her panic setting in as the bite of the blade was pressed hard to her neck, the anxious blade knicking her. Her panic eyes were set on the archer as she watches him slowly approach.

He looked…familiar. His height and built was impressive despite him being more on the leaner side and his features not obstructed by his sunglasses and hat reminded her of Roy…

“Let the girl go.” Arsenal warns the burglar. His voice was deep, but it didn’t sound natural. It was like he was trying to make his voice sound different. “You’re just pissing me off more and I’m gonna end up breaking your eye socket in.”

The criminal trembles before deciding the best escape plan. He grabs ahold of her purse before throwing her in Arsenal’s direction. Unprepared to the violent shove, (Y/N) falls to the ground before the vigilante can catch her. Her yelp filling space as the hero kneels down beside her to make sure she wasn’t stabbed.

“Hey, you alright?” He says as he scans her body for any serious injury.

She pushes herself up, cringes as her wrist throbs. His large gloved hands on her back and shoulder as he helps her stand when she notices his exposed arm. A familiar faded green tattoo visible on his bicep as the pieces fall together.

“Roy?…” She asks as she looks up Arsenal. Despite his eyes being covered, she can tell he was looking at her in a panic that she figured him out.

“Yea…” He confirms before looking behind her as he realizes the motherfucker stole her purse. He pulls his aviators down to the bridge of his nose, his eyes shining in concern as he mumbles to her.

“Go home. I’ll meet you there so we can talk about it.”

The look in his eyes and the pounding adrenaline makes her fear melt away as she nods her head.

“Okay.”

The throbbing pain in her wrist didn’t stop when she finally made it back to her apartment building, acting as her anchor as the revelation that Roy’s secret night job was him being a Robin Hood copycat.

Thinking back on it, she should have figured he wasn’t a normal guy. Constant bruises, noticeable limps, and stolen ibuprofen were a routine in their life.

The thought made her stop for a second in the stair way.

Their life. The one they shared for months basically together. At first it was just two single parents helping each other out while their daughters bonded. Then her and Roy began to get close, close enough to where they were constant in each other’s apartments as the other child was.

Now he saved her life…maybe he already did that the first day in the city and she babysat a kid she didn’t know…

As she reaches the arch way between the two apartments, her hands searches her pockets for her keys when disappointment answers her.

The keys were in her purse.

With a sigh, she decides to sit on the ground besides Roy’s door as she waits. (Y/N) curls herself into a ball with her knees to her chest as she felt the familiar feeling of exhaustion nipping her eyelashes.

(Y/N) was a hard working woman. When she wasn’t working herself like a dog in the Emergency Room, she was handling a 4 foot ball of attitude. She didn’t have time for any ventures outside of that. She loves Wren with all her heart, but that doesn’t help the hollow part of her heart from throbbing…maybe someday she can give Wren a father who’s worth something. But right now, she was too damn tired.

The door opens behind her as she jumps awake. The woman didn’t even realize she almost fell asleep, but a warm hand opens in front of her as she looks up.

Roy was standing in front of her now. A grey zip up was pulled over his shoulders to cover his costume as her purse hanged on his arm. His soft smile made her stomach flutter as he breaks the silence.

“I guess I got some explaining to do…”

She doesn’t respond right away. Instead she gives him her hand and stands up with his help. Her injured wrist cradled to her chest as they enter the apartment. The movement still felt natural despite the circumstances. Roy didn’t even have to ask about her arm to know she needed first aid on her wrist.

He tended to her sprained wrist as he tells her his life story. She already knew about the general events of his childhood and his life with Oliver Queen, but didn’t know he was a sidekick turned mercenary. The whole story made her head spin as she thought about the man tending to her as a boy wearing yellow and red spandex and managing to attract a female assassin who was Lian’s actual mother…

“So…” Roy says as he expects some sort of reaction out of her.

“So… You are a vigilante…Ollie and Dinah are too.” She recounts as she rubs her bandaged wrists. “And your ex is an assassin…”

(Y/N) sighs before looking at the nervous ginger fidgeting in his seat. His nerves were haywire.

‘What if she leaves?’

‘What if she doesn’t want anything to do with me or Lian anymore?”

‘Is she gonna keep Wren from Lian and Me?’

“Okay”

The phrase makes Roy’s neck snap was he blinks wildly at her. His heart pounding as he scans her completely calm face with a soft smile on her face as she giggles at his baffled expression.

“Okay? That’s all you gotta say?”

“I mean sure I’m not a fan of the whole putting yourself in danger shtick, but if that’s the only downside to you, then I’m okay with it.” She says calmly before giving him a serious glare. “Just as long as the girls are never endangered.”

Roy couldn’t help but fall out of his chair and on his knees infront of her as he laughs. His hands pulling her into his lap as he enjoys the chill of relief as his body yearns for the reassurance of her touch. It wasn’t until he cupped her face that he realized just how intimate their position was.

Definitely not something friends should be doing….

But are they just friends?

“Roy…” She mumbles. Her eyes speaking to his soul as the exhaustion and months of connecting and yearning reach the apex. Or maybe it was the reflection of his own feelings bubbling up as he moves her hair away from her face.

“I promise I’ll never let anything happen to you or our girls…I can’t afford to lose them…or us.”

The first move wasn’t clear. The blur of teeth and tongue distracting him as their hands held the pair close. His hands adjusting her to straddle his lap as hers ran through his hair and over his strong shoulders. His mouth trailing down her jawline and caresses her throat as her hips began to grind into his.

“Aw, poor thing…” Roy coos as his hips rolled to meet hers. His eyes shining with adoration as he marks her smooth skin. “How long has it been since anyone took care of you?”

She rolls her eyes at his teasing before pulling his head back by his hair. “When was the last time you got took care of, Red?”

He glares playfully with a smirk as he says, “Don’t call me Red.”

She giggles as she presses a soft kiss to his cheek before trailing along his jawline. Her breath burning his soul as she whispers, “Then how about…baby?”

He rips her back away by her nape before crashing his lips onto hers. The desperation dewing the walls around them as their soft moans and movement of clothes made their company.

His hands hungry as he finally pulls away from her long enough to push off her sweatshirt. A groan of appreciation fills the space as he admires her body. Every visible scar, freckle, mole, stretch mark, and roll made him want to explore every story that lead her to his arms. But that’s for another time.

His mouth watered as he looks back up at her.

“So pretty, Ma…”

His prayer is followed by his mouth devouring her skin as he kisses her collarbone. Her feathery moans filling the space while his hands caresses her exposed torso. He trails down to the valley of her breasts before pushing the offending bra up so they spill out. Roy couldn’t resist kissing around her sensitive skin, teasing her as her hands tangle in the mess of ginger on his head.

“Baby please…” she whines as her hips roll impulsively on his.

Her underwear was impossibly uncomfortable. Her body burning like iron as her intimate parts tried to cool down. The friction of her jean covered core against the rough tackle gear of his suit did not help as his hand began to grope her other breast.

His chuckle vibrates against the globe of fat as his fingers pinch the stiffening nub.

“Can’t wait to get me in bed? My, you certainly are a romantic.”

Before she can shoot back at him, he withdraws completely from her chest and his hands roughly cup her thighs. In a swift motion, Roy picks her up as he stands up from the floor. The pair share a soft laugh as her brief shock and his amusement leads them to his bedroom.

Once he places her on the bed, (Y/N) sheds off her sweatshirt and bra as Roy whistles in appreciation.

“I love when you strip for me.” He jokes as lust clouded his vision. “Can you do that again but slower?”

She glares at him as she leans back onto her hands as she tilts her head. Mischief fills her eyes as she examines him up and down with her lip between her teeth.

“Then how about you put a show on for me since you want one?” She teases.

His smirk widens as he decides to follow her suggestion. Roy rolls his shoulders back before reaching to slowly unzip the jacket covering his suit. Making a show of pulling it off his arms before twirling it over his head and tossing it.

Laughing follows his movements as he slowly strips off his gear as her hungry and amused eyes followed every rolling muscle exposed to her.

“Damn…” She whispers as a nearly nude Roy begins to crawl on the bed towards her. His prominent bones straining against his boxers as she continues. “And I wondered why you didn’t have a girlfriend…”

He laughs as he cages her in his arms. His ginger hair acting as a curtain over his forehead as he shrugs above her. “Maybe I was waiting on the right one.”

Their lips meet again as their hands began to map out each other. Soon all the rest of the clothes joined the floor.

His erection bobbing between them as his eyes remains trained on hers. His fingers trailing down to her exposed sex, groaning as he runs a finger between her folds.

“Already wet? And without foreplay?” He asks as faux sympathy plays on his face. “My darling clearly neglected that she gets wet from a few kisses…”

“I’m not neglected…” She protests before she whimpers as the bite from his finger entering her unused cunt hits her.

“I wasn’t talking body you directly, baby.” He corrects as his finger thrusts softly along her fleshy walls. The lewd sounds of her moans mixed with her wet sex made him melt as she begs,

“Fuck…quit teasing already, you bastard…”

He decides to oblige by adding another finger to speed up his pace. The thumb on the other hand joining the fun as it rubbed patterns into her puffy clit.

“I got get you all nice and ready..” Roy mumbles as he leans down to press soft kisses on her stomach up to her breasts. The mixture of gentle pecks mixed with the harsh stimulation below driving his lover insane as her hips arched to meet his hands.

“You deserve all that I can give for being such a good mom .” He praises her as he feels her walls clench around his knuckles when he finds the spongy mass he was searching for.

He contradicts himself by abusing that with archer like precision as the coil roughly tightens in her gut. (Y/N)’s gasps and cries desperate for the climax as she grips the hard flesh of his back. Just as she was reaching the peak, he stops.

“Asshole!” She curses at him as he pulls out of her. He chuckles before licking the tip of his soiled finger. Her eyes burning onto his mouth as he groans at the taste.

“Sweet as I thought..” he praises as he uses the hand to pump his cock. He climbs on top of her as he continues. “I’m gonna have to have a better taste next time, but I need you too bad right now…”

She calms her raging breaths as she smiles softly. “Next time?”

Roy pulls her legs up to her chest as he hooks her ankles on his shoulders. His red hot tip played with her clit as he rubs it through her soaked folds. He chuckles at her hopeful voice as he leans down to press a soft peck to her lips.

“Of course,” Roy whispers as his tip catches the entrance. “I don’t think I can go back to being friends after this..”

He slowly pushes into her as her hands shoot onto him as best she could. With her legs pinned to her chest, she can only grasp his bicep and his lower back as she is forced to endure the painful stretch of her neglected cunt welcoming him.

A groan ripping in his throat as he finally seats himself fully into her before peppering kisses on her face.

“Was gonna ask you out on a nice date without the kids around…gonna see if we would be a good fit.” He mutters as his mind seems to run on blanks. His hips rolling to gain some friction in the tight confines of her walls.

Her little breathless moans encouraging him as Roy begins to thrust shallowly to work her open before he pulls out almost completely. He slams back into her befor continuing his non coherent comment.

“But fuck…I don’t regret this. God, if I knew you would look so fucking hot in my bed…” He groans as his head dips to bite along her neck. “And your pussy is so tight…It’s driving me crazy. I wonder how a sweet thing like you could like me…”

His cock messaging all the right nerves in her as (Y/N)’s nails clawed into him. Her moans turning to incoherent shrieks as his tip abuses her spot, remembering exactly where it was when he found it earlier. Her guts twisting at both the words and his abusing pace. The denied orgasm from earlier building back up as her desperation grew wilder.

“God, Roy…So full…so good.”

Fuck she looked pretty. Her lips wet with tears and sip as she cries. Her eyes blown out in addictive lust and watery tears. Roy couldn’t help but cup her jaw in his hand and kisses her. The now familiar taste of mint and nicotine making her more addicted as his tongue claimed every inch of hers. He pulls away as his groans start matching her whines as his hand snakes between them to rub her clit.

“Honey, I may have to fuck a baby into you…” He mumbles as he buries his face in her neck. Her walls responding in a vice grip as he roughens his pace to meet their impending climax. “You like that, pretty girl? Want me to knock you up and give Wren and Lian a little sibling? Give you a nice big family with a white picket fence? God, you’re such a sweet thing that I wouldn’t mind keeping you as my pretty little girlfriend…”

“Roy!” She whines as her body shakes. Her walls closing in on him as she finally reaches her peak. Her eyes rolling back as stars cross her vision before Roy slams into her one more time as his hot cum fills her welcoming womb.

The pair remain still for a moment as soft pecks were exchange. Roy gently pulls out before he helps his love stretch back out. His hands massaging her thighs before grabbing his abandoned jacket to wipe her thighs and himself clean.

“You wanna go out tomorrow?” Her cracked voice catching the archer off guard before he smiles.

“With or without children?”

“Without. They are at a sleep over and gonna go to the zoo tomorrow with their friends.”

“Then it’s a date.”

A/N: Okay I didn’t know how to end this because Ngl I was tired on working on this tbh. I hope y’all enjoyed reading this and let me know what you think. Comments and reblogs are encouraged.

@simpingforheros fanfic. I DO NOT CONDONE MY WORKS TO BE STOLEN, PLAGIARIZED, COPIED, REPOSTED, OR TRANSFERRED ONTO OTHER BLOGS, ACCOUNTS, AND WEBSITES.

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withleeknow · 7 months ago

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the nut graph.

pairing: hyunjin x reader genre/warnings: established relationship, college au, fluff <3; oc is a journalism student (there's just a couple references in here, and the title lol) bc i am once again being hella self-indulgent 🤪 word count: 0.8k note: how ironic that as i was writing this, there was a thunderstorm outside but i didn't have a hyunjin to cuddle up with. tragic :/ anywhomst onigiri 🍙 this is for you and our shared hyune brainrot. i hope u'll tolerate like this one 🥹 <3

as always, i’d appreciate any thoughts or comments you may have, and please drop a like and/or reblog if you enjoy reading ♡

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"it's raining."

the voice comes from beside you, where hyunjin has been sitting for the past couple of hours while you work on your respective assignments, sharing headphones and feeding each other gummy worms and almond pepero's every once in a while, your head softly nodding along to the music from his lo-fi playlist.

when you glance out the window, it's too dark to watch the sky, but you do catch a glimpse of the downpour thanks to the light from the streetlamp below.

you hum in agreement without much enthusiasm, turning to peck his cheek quickly before diverting your attention back to your laptop.

hyunjin huffs out a griping noise, shrugs off his earpod and scooches closer on his chair to rest his head on you. "hey, let's call it a night," he says, nuzzling his face into the junction between your neck and your shoulder, pressing his full lips against you, over the material of his hoodie that you've stolen borrowed.

"are you done with your paper?" you ask.

"no, but it's raining."

your boyfriend loves the rain; there's something so charmingly idyllic about the rain and he's nothing if not a romantic. he loves it even more when he gets to spend the moment with you, with the two of you nicely tucked together in bed or on the couch as you listen to the sound of the shower outside pattering against your window.

you only chuckle, kissing his forehead to appease him for now. "i'm not done with my article," you say. "you go to bed first. i'll be there in a second."

"let's go to bed now," hyunjin whines, drawing out the last word like an overgrown child. two bargaining hands slide around your body until they're clasped together on the other side of your waist. "it's the perfect time to cuddle."

"fifteen minutes and i'll be done. i just need to finish the nut graph and i'll be right there, okay?"

"nut graph," he echoes, giggling to himself as if it's the first time he's ever heard of the term. then he clears his throat, like he suddenly remembers that there's something much larger at stake here. "that's not a second. what if it stops raining?"

"then it stops raining." you shrug, reaching for a pepero stick to munch on while you keep your gaze on the laptop screen again. "it won't kill you, y'know."

"you don't know that." another pathetic mewl escapes his mouth. "come onnn, i need my cuddles."

"well, we're kind of cuddling right now."

though if you're being honest, your train of thought kind of kicked you off and left the station the second hyunjin started slotting himself against your side. you're just doing this for kicks, because sometimes it's entertaining to tease your boyfriend and watch him be dramatic for a minute. it's endearing, how he whines about not being able to snuggle with you like it's the worst thing that could ever happen to him. it's a bit of an ego boost as well, to know that this godlike man would turn into a puddle every time he's needy for your attention.

"this is not cuddling," he says, his arms tightening around you and for a second there, you wonder if he would actually carry you over his shoulder like a potato sack and take you to the bedroom himself. "come on, let's go to bed. this is your tax."

"this is my what?"

"your tax," he repeats, pinching the material of your (his) hoodie between two fingers. "for wearing my clothes. pay up."

rolling your eyes in playful disbelief, you open your mouth to shoot back a retort but you're promptly cut off after the first syllable makes it out when hyunjin does exactly what you were picturing a minute ago - he fucking picks you up and throws you over his shoulder, in true potato sack fashion, while you squeal in shock.

"hyunjin! the nut graph!"

he only pats your butt in response to your helpless wiggling. "it'll still be there tomorrow."

his long strides carry you to the adjoining room in no time. before you know it, you're already gently laid on the bed while hyunjin settles on top of you, his arms encircling your frame as he throws one of his legs over both of yours. he sighs, clearly content with himself, the soft puff of air escaping his lips to tickle the skin of your neck.

you have no choice but to concede; you're already here anyway. you turn in his hold until you're hugging him back comfortably, carding your fingers through his soft hair to keep his head close to you.

"needy little monster," you complain, no bite.

hyunjin doesn't care about witty comebacks. he won, he got what he wanted. so he just pushes himself up the bed, crossing the few inches it takes to reach your lips. "love you," he giggles, showcasing a grin that makes his eyes turn into adorable crescent moons before he's kissing you tenderly. oh, so delicately.

outside your window, the rain only falls harder.

#stray kids fic #stray kids imagines #stray kids fluff #stray kids x reader #skz fic #skz imagines #skz x reader #skz x you #hyunjin fluff #hyunjin scenarios #hyunjin x reader #hyunjin imagines #hyunjin x you #hwang hyunjin x reader #hwang hyunjin x you #stray kids #hyunjin #hwang hyunjin

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naomijoestar · 3 months ago

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Hello!! First off I wanted to say I LOVE your writing!! And second, I was wondering if I could please request something for Jotaro? I was thinking of a meet cute between him and reader in Part 3, maybe they run into each other, reader drops something and he picks it up for them, and the rest of the group is left shocked at the uncharacteristic display of niceness from him lol. Feel free to ignore this request ofc if it doesn’t strike up inspiration🫶❤️ oh and any pronouns is fine by me, I’m not picky!! Thank you so so much!!

Masterlist here <3

Hello anon! First of all THANK YOU SO MUCH for the compliment, seriously, Knowing that there is people out there who enjoy my posts means so much to me. Also your request came in at the perfect time I am extremely sick right now so I’ve been blank on ideas but this was so cute I had to write something for you <3 Also I checked my followers and I saw that I have 43??!???? TYSM I genuinely appreciate every single one of you🥹💕 Okay enough with the yapping I hope you enjoy this 💕

notes: GN!reader

Jotaro Kujo scenario

The bustling streets of Cairo were as overwhelming as they were busy. You were weaving through the crowd, eyes darting between the map in your hand and the people rushing around you, trying to keep up with the fast pace. Distracted, you didn’t notice the person walking directly toward you—until you collided.

The impact knocked you back a step, and in an instant, your bag slipped from your shoulder. Its contents; a notebook, pens, and a couple of other small items; spilled onto the ground, scattering across the dusty street.

“I’m so sorry-” you started, kneeling down quickly to gather your things. But before you could even reach for the first item, a hand appeared, already scooping up the notebook for you.

You looked up and found yourself staring into the intense gaze of Jotaro Kujo. His face, usually cold and unreadable, held a brief flicker of surprise as he knelt down beside you, his gloved hands swiftly collecting the fallen items. For a moment, the world around you seemed to blur—here was the last person you’d expect to help, and yet, there he was, silently handing you back your things.

“Here,” he said, his voice low and gruff as he extended the notebook to you. Your fingers brushed his as you took it, and you couldn’t help but feel a small rush of warmth.

“Thank you,” you mumbled, feeling a little flustered. You hadn’t expected someone like Jotaro, who always seemed so distant and unapproachable, to step in so quickly, especially when you had been ready to fix the mess yourself.

As you stood up, Jotaro rose too, towering over you. His eyes lingered on you for just a moment, an unreadable expression on his face, before he turned to walk back toward his group.

Behind him, Polnareff nearly tripped over himself in shock. “…He seriously just helped them without grunting about it.. He wouldn’t even do that for me!”

Joseph, arms crossed, raised an eyebrow. “I don’t believe it. Is he actually being considerate?”

But all Avdol and Kakyoin did was smile knowingly, they could see through Jotaro.

Jotaro, overhearing their comments, shot them an annoyed glance. “Yare yare daze… Don’t make a big deal out of it.”

You chuckled softly under your breath, watching him as he tried to shake off the teasing from his friends. Despite his usual tough demeanor, there was something unexpectedly kind about the way he’d helped you without hesitation. You caught his eye one last time, and this time, you swore there was a hint of something softer in his expression—just for a second.

With a quiet smile, you slipped your things back into your bag, feeling a little lighter than before. Maybe that chance encounter was just the beginning.

There it is! I hope this meets your expectations🥹 I apologize if you don’t like it and if you would like anything changed don’t be shy to shoot me a message telling me what I could improve! Have a nice day anon <3

If you enjoyed this make sure to check out my other work! And make sure to request anything you’d like me to write for any jjba characters part 1-7 <3 My only exception is no yandere and if you request something NSFW for an underage character I will not be writing it. Stay safe and take care of yourselves!

#jjba scenarios #jjba scenario #jjba #jjba stardust crusaders #jjba part 3 #jojo no kimyou na bouken #jojos bizarre adventure #jjba jotaro kujo #jjba jotaro #jotaro kujo #jotaro #jotaro kujo scenarios #jotaro scenarios #jotaro kujo x reader #jotaro x reader

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creampuffqueen · 7 months ago

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I wanna hear more avatar headcanons! From the novels or just the avatars themselves! I loved reading your kavik and yangchen hcs 🥹🫶🏻

ahhh thank you!! i'm glad you like my random thoughts lol 🫶

here are a few more random thoughts i've been having that i just haven't quite made into posts yet (mostly yangvik because i love them but some other avatars as well):

yangchen is actually a terrible cook 💀 she's basically always had people taking care of her so she never really needed to learn! she can make a good cup of tea and that's about it. she regularly burns rice. she's also just generally bad at remembering to feed herself. kavik, who is a decent cook, is largely the only reason she remembers to eat

as for the other known avatars: kyoshi is by FAR the best cook. she's genuinely good at it. aang is a very close second. roku, kuruk, and wan are all average at it. korra has been banned from every kitchen in republic city

yangchen and kavik both strike me as people who really enjoy physical touch. they both really enjoy cuddling with each other, even before their relationship turns more romantic. acts of service is also a major love language for them

i also feel very strongly that they never used typical labels for their relationship. they usually referred to each other as their 'partner', occasionally 'lover', but most often just continued to use 'companion'. these vague labels frustrate scholars to no end, and today in the atla universe nobody can agree on the nature of their relationship. which is exactly how they wanted it lol, they were extremely private about their relationship

yangchen does have the iconic crooked smile that all the avatars share, but it only comes out when she's well and truly happy about something

her laugh is the same way. she has a very convincing fake laugh, as her real laugh is kind of 'ugly'. it's some kind of snorting, wheezing sound that kind of sounds like she's dying but is also absolutely adorable. yangchen hates it. kavik adores it, and will make an absolute fool of himself trying to hear it

yangchen is a massive, merciless flirt and takes great pleasure in seeing just how red she can make kavik's face turn. but on the rare occasion kavik gets enough confidence to flirt back, she turns into a total mess

pik and pak's favorite place to sleep is right on top of kavik's face

because of how hard she works herself, yangchen often falls asleep in the strangest places. if she's actually tired, she can fall asleep literally anywhere. it's simultaneously a superpower and a massive annoyance

a somewhat sad/bittersweet headcanon i have is that yangchen dies first. i've seen a lot of people saying that she lives to 150 but i can't find a source for that anywhere so i'm choosing to ignore it. yangchen has already watched too many loved ones die, she doesn't need to see kavik die before her as well. they both live very long lives, but kavik outlives her by a few years. after yangchen's death, he returns home to the northern water tribe

at one point, only a few months before his death, he is out for a walk when a little toddler wanders up to him all alone. he chats with him for a few minutes until the boy's parents find them and thank him for watching over their son. 'kuruk, what have we told you about wandering off like that?' the mother asks. the toddler waves goodbye, and kavik walks home feeling oddly contented. he never meets the boy again, and he dies well before kuruk is revealed as the avatar, but he feels a sense of peace from the interaction, knowing deep down that yangchen has made it safely back into the material world

when kavik dies, he wills his bone necklace to kuruk's family. they don't understand why until kuruk's sixteenth birthday. (SERIOUSLY THEIR NECKLACES LOOK ALMOST IDENTICAL ITS WILD)

that's all the thoughts i can scrape up off the top of my head, but i'm just generally thinking about avatar characters All The Time lmao. thank you for asking!!!

#notsosecrettunnel #atla #tlok #chronicles of the avatar #yangvik #yangchen x kavik #avatar yangchen #kavik #yangchen novels #avatar kuruk #atla headcanons

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hazelfoureyes · 9 months ago

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How are you so good at writing smut??? It legit makes my body warm all over and my brain fuzzy, you fucking smut wizard <3 do you have any tips on writing smut? Or just writing in general?

Thank you for such a compliment! 💖🥹This is mildly embarrassing-- but I really am so horny?? I am not playing a character. lol I am a goblin. When I watch porn (for pleasure) I just take in the sounds and the sights, really just going full art reviewer on that shit for inspo even when I'm not trying to.

"Wow his cock got so big suddenly, is he going to cum? his head his massive...omg he sunk it right back into that guy after he came?? he's still going!? DICKS CAN DO THAT?" *takes mental notes*

"Her hips kept pulling away there before she orgasmed, overstimulated a bit maybe, love how he grabbed her shoulders and pulled her back down" *jots down on my notes app*

"wow the way he said that-- jesus I just got dizzy I need to hear <whatever character> say that." *writes Luci saying that shit immediately* I am unqualified to give tips on anything, but I'll tell you what I tend to do! For smut; I just focus on sensations, I think. We can all see what sex looks like! Imagining the feeling of it, that's whats so fucking hot to me. Why is that man moaning? What is he feeling that is so good? What made her legs shake like that? Yeah his dick went into her pussy. Nice. But like---- was it warm? did his head get caught on the way in, popping past that unyielding flesh untrained to his size, just at her entrance? did the feeling of wet walls and a tight grip make him go weak for a second, mind blank?

For general writing; oh geez....I have a super visual brain, so I just try my best to describe what I'm seeing.

If it feels like I've forced someone to say or do something, then I back up and try again.

I wrote a part in A Doe in Fall part 4 that I had to redo; I had reader slap the detective when he suggested maybe she was hitting on him, a man coming to intervene making Brady get nervous and apologize before leaving all flustered.

But I realized--- no, this reader is too smart. She would never make a scene like that, she wouldn't know what might happen. What if everyone watches her then sit with Alastor? What if people notice and somehow remember seeing him? What if they recognize him? I loved the scene but I had to remove it. She would never do that, even if I loved seeing it.

I try to just shut down a little and see what my brain throws out unfiltered. It's really mentally taxing. I'm either 100% focused or I can't do it. I proofread maybe 6 or 7 times, or more. I don't stop until I get through it at least once without edits, and if I find myself bored of reading it, then I walk away for a second. If I am too disinterested to read it again for proofreading or just feeling the flow of it, then why would anyone else want to?

Hazbin Smut Masterlist I spent way too long rereading before posting

I felt this like this wasn’t helpful at all 😭

#HazelSaysTooMuch #alastor x reader #hazbin hotel smut #fanfiction #alastor smut #smut struggles #smut writer #smut fanfiction #smut writing #hazelsayshi

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suguru-getos · 2 years ago

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Hi, first of all I hope you're having a good day <3 and second, I don't know how to say this o request it (sorry its the first time that I do this lol) sooo we all love Alhaitham's tits BUT what about him having something for his s/o chest? (It can be afab or gn) Like loving wrapping and teasing from nowhere or something like that

I just hope to be doing this right and don't fuck up 🥹

hello sweetheart, i hope u have a lovely day as well <333 im so so glad u decided to send me a request and were comfy enough to do so yk? it means the absolute world to me <33

warnings: tit-play, fluff

alhaitham has a specific hobby, which included touching and playing with your boobies. you know this because his giant hands always find their way around your breasts. you’re cooking something? alhaitham would drape his hands around your boobs and hug you from behind, sniffing against the sweet spot of your neck and exhaling with a relaxed sigh. “you are as adorable as it is humanly possible.” alhaitham cooed, kissing the nape of your neck with an affirmative hum.

whenever you two decide to divulge in watching movies or reading together, alhaitham likes to play with your tits like his personal stress ball. sometimes, to tease you — he’d also call them that. just because he loves the blush that creeps across your cheeks when you are embarrassed. according to him, you look a hundred times prettier whenever that happens.

alhaitham has already made you cum several times just by tit-play alone. he would nibble at your sore, sensitive nipples until you give out. he would squeeze them, pinch them, suckle onto them and swirl his tongue until your body orgasms from the overstimulation of nipple-play alone.

while sleeping, alhaitham’s favorite position is being the bigger spoon while his hand possessively holds your boobies. <3

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin smut #genshin thirst #genshin fluff #alhaitham #alhaitham thirst #alhaitham fluff #alhaitham x reader

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d-emeter · 7 days ago

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I LOVEEE UR WORK SM, I first saw ur like cod characters and their fave lingerie thing and I couldn't stop thinking about it omg it was so well done ur blog makes my brain all fuzzy n AAAAAA!!!! ure so amazing omg!!! <3

I don't have a specific thing but I'd LOOVEEEE some rudy content cuz omg he's so underrated <3 do wtv u please with that!!!! Like I think ure so creative so wtv u do with rudy is gonna be so so PERFECCTTT <3

Take care of urself n keep being so lovely n awesome n amazing <3<3<3<3

this ask is making my brain go fuzzy anon🥹 no but you're SO right rudy is highly underrated and i adore him

so first thing that came to mind was this twitter (?) thread with this exact scenario happening but i couldn't find the exact post anymore apologies.

Love goes through the stomach (or: you compliment Rudy's (mom's) cooking) — plus-size!fem!reader x construction worker!Rodolfo 'Rudy' Parra

CW: mama parra playing matchmaker, accidental catcalling?, google translated spanish lol

Who knew a smell could bother you so much? Well, maybe bother isn't the right word to use. No, it wasn't the smell itself that bothered you so much as the fact that you could not, for the life of you, find its source.

For the past week or so, every noon, like clockwork, the most divine scent filled your apartment and notified you of your empty stomach. Your remote job allowed you to take your lunchbreak whenever, so the first time it happened, you simply scoured your pantry for something that would qualify as lunch. It stilled your hunger, sure, but it did little to satisfy the craving for whatever mystery food you were smelling.

You had tried everything. You had scoured the takeaway app, ordering from different cuisines only to be disappointed. You had looked up recipes online with what you hoped had similar ingredients, to no avail. God, you had even stood in the spice isle of the grocery store, sniffing different pots and satchels. You were just about ready to give up your search, to accept that your mystery would remain just that; a mystery. That is, until you're on your way home from your latest grocery store expedition and walk past the construction site next to your building. You damn near freeze when you smell it — you check the time on your phone just to check, and, sure enough, it's noon. Nearly on the dot.

Your eyes scan the fenced-in site, a group of construction workers sitting idly by while eating their lunch. You're able to eliminate most of them, the ones eating simple sandwiches and drinking from soda bottles. Your target is quickly located — the man with the aluminium bundle in his hands, happily chomping away while conversing with his coworkers.

"Hey! You! Mister!"

You're all but smushed up against the iron fence, watching as all heads turn to you. You keep your eyes steadfast on the dark-haired man in the middle of them. He points a hesitant finger towards himself, questioning if it's him you're referring to.

"Yes, you! Get over here!"

With wide eyes and a growing blush on his face, Rudy rewraps the aluminium and wipes his hands on his cargo pants before making his way to you. He tries his best to ignore the grin Alejandro gives him, holding back the urge to kick him when he wolf-whistles. Unfortunately, his best friend was well aware of the stupid little crush he had grown on the pretty lady walking past every day. The same pretty lady that was now hollering on the other side of the fence. He clears his throat, trying to keep himself from looking too awkward when he reaches you.

"Can I, uh, can I help you, señorita?"

You falter a bit when he comes closer, slightly embarrassed at your outburst and a little taken aback at the realization that this man is really hot.

"Uh, yeah, I'm sorry, just- Look, this is going to sound weird, but I live in this building and I think I've been smelling your lunch and I need to know what it is, because I've been trying to figure it out and it smells so good."

It takes a second for Rudy to respond, of all the things he had expected you to say, this was not one of them. With a slightly perplexed grin, he unwraps the aluminium again to reveal his lunch to you.

"Oh, it's, uh, a burrito. My mami makes them. I'd love to tell you what's in it, but she won't even tell me. Her, uh, secret recipe." He manages out with what he hopes is a charming laugh. He can see the clear disappointment on your face, and he would have offered you some if he hadn't already eaten most of it, and he doubts you'd be very charmed by the butt of a burrito with bites taken out of it.

"Ah, dang, I was hoping it was some takeout I hadn't tried yet. Anyway, again, sorry for bothering you. Tell your mom her burritos smell great!" With that you're off again, leaving Rudy to stare after you with his half-eaten lunch in his hand. When he returns to the group, he actually does kick Alejandro when he wiggles his eyebrows.

—

You walk past the construction site again the next day. It's not necessarily on purpose that you do so around noon, but catching a whiff of the unattainable burrito again was not something you were against, even if you couldn't actually taste it yourself. You're snapped out of your burrito-induced daydream when you hear a sharp whistle. Your head snaps towards the source of the sound, an offended look on your face at the fact you seriously just got catcalled, only to come face to face with the construction worker from yesterday.

When Rudy sees your eyebrows scrunch in anger, he realizes his way of gaining your attention was maybe not the smartest thing he'd ever done, and he quickly scrambles to apologize.

"Oh, dios mio, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean- I'm sorry. Here, I-"

He hands you a bundle wrapped in aluminium foil through the gaps of the fence, hoping to God you wouldn't notice how hot his face was getting. Your eyes widen with recognition as you accept the gift.

"Oh my gosh, is this-?"

"I told my mami you complimented her cooking, and she, uh, she insisted she make you one, too. So, here." He cuts you off, his hand rubbing at the back of his neck, occasionally bumping against the edge of his hard hat.

"Thank you so much! Ugh, let her know I'm going to enjoy every bite of this!" It's almost a groan of pleasure, one that leaves Rudy more flustered than he'd like.

"Ye-yeah, will do-" You're off before he can manage to string his words together enough to ask for your number, leaving him to watch after you once again.

—

The moment you step through your front door, you unwrap the aluminium foil, groaning to yourself again as the heavenly scent fills your nostrils. Dropping your bag down, you sit at your table to really, thoroughly enjoy this experience, when you notice a white napkin poking from the wrapping. Pulling it out, you realize there's something written on it.

'Mi hijo es soltero y muy guapo. Dile a Rudy que te lleve a casa y te enseñaré la receta.'

Below that, a phone number.

translation: 'My son is single and very handsome. Tell Rudy to bring you home and I will teach you the recipe.'

#honestly not too happy with how this turned out but sou la vou or whatever #but also happy new years!!!!#rudy x reader #rodolfo parra #rodolfo parra x reader #rudy parra #rudy parra x reader #cod mw2 #cod modern warfare #call of duty #cod x reader #call of duty imagine #cod imagine #modern warfare #modern warfare imagine #call of duty modern warfare

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forusomimiya · 2 years ago

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Hiii <3 love your works! If you don’t mind I have a request for you 🥹 can you please write smut about Bokuto and his gf who didn’t do anything sexual yet? Like he’s her first and she wants to do stufff with him but being shy so when she or he is over for the night she asks him if she can just get to know his body lol since she never touched or seen it before and they’re just kissing while she gives him a handjob while he tries to look smug and cool but he’s actually flustered needy mess 😚😚😚

AAHHHHHHH im just AAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH "she runs to her computer and types furiously" the image of bokuto trying to take control of the situation when in truth he is DESPERATE to stick his d!ck in a hole has me crazy 😩😩😩😩😩 my poor baby, what he does for love (enjoy <3)

“So… wanna hook up?” He settles into the sofa and stretches an arm across the backrest as he looks at you and asks with a raised eyebrow.

"Maybe?" A small acceleration in your heartbeat alerts you to a possible rejection. Maybe it was normal that Bokuto still didn't want to have sex with you but, fuck, it wasn't the first time you'd been kissing while you jerking him off, or he'd observed the wetness in your panties and proceeded to eat you out. But never anything more than that, and you wanted it.

A lot.

"Just let me touch you… a little more than other times… please" you move to his neck and finish the sentence by kissing him. Warm skin scented with citrus. "oh baby…" he warns as he squirms in the seat. "things are getting interesting down here" his nervous laugh prompts you to glance sideways at his crotch. Clearly and as you expected, he's getting hard.

"so, what do you say to my offer?" you run your hand down his abdomen and continue down until you reach his bulge, more prominent than a few seconds ago and with the fabric of his pants taut. But Bokuto doesn't mind, in fact it makes him hotter, and he raises his hips in search of more contact with you.

"Yes… I say yes" you keep moving down until you brush your fingers along the seam near his ass. "But… ju-just tell me what you want."

“You, Boo”

"And how do you want me? Hmm? wanna details… please" Bokuto has closed his eyes, possibly to concentrate on your caresses, kisses, and the scene he will recreate in his mind with what you are going to tell him next.

"Just wanna be yours, fucking yours. Wanna ya to take me like you've been wanting to all these months, but haven't dared to do… I've watched you devour me with your eyes, and despite getting your attention several times, you still haven't make a move on the board." You bring your hand up and work your way inside his pants, stretching his underwear until you reach up to touch his cock and pull it out. "Right pretty boy?"

You move slowly up and down as you keep whispering in his ear, lifting him to paradise with your words. You haven't the slightest idea what's going through his head, but you know he's trying to resist and is clearly making a fool of himself.

"Look at you… trying to keep control of the situation when in truth you are so desperate that you can't take any more… If so, fuck me now" the presemen sliding down the tip of his cock confirms it. Little spasms accompany him as you stroke the hole clean and take him into your mouth.

Watching him doing that wasn't the best idea.

"Shit, you fucking cumslut" in one swift movement he has you sprawled out on the couch. A moan escapes your lips as you feel yourself trapped from both hands. "You just like to tease, don't you?" He lifts your dress to find you wearing absolutely nothing underneath, getting your legs to spread and your back to arch as he watches as he stares at your pussy, mouth salivating. "Wow… you had it ready, is that it?" you groan again and clench just hearing his words.

This is the Bokuto you wanna see.

He hurries to take his cock and run it up and down your thigh, watching as it stains your skin from the leaks, though now he's not the only one now dripping. "Fuck baby… if you wanted me so bad you just had to say so… You've been in my head so many nights baby, so many nights wishing I could take this little cunt, that now I have you here and I can give you everything you need."

Goddamn it. You just want him to stop talking and fuck you. Your desperate moans help incriminate you and get his attention.

"Easy pretty, coming… I was just watching you get a little wetter for me, you needy little…" He positions himself between your legs and pumps his cock a couple of times before sliding past your entrance and slipping in your flow, taking advantage of the lubrication from your cum to ram into you all at once and steal your breath away.

"I didn't promise to be kind…"

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tired-jacs · 6 months ago

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I didn’t know anything about the brick until literally yesterday but I just saw the US tour of Les Mis and when I tell you that Grantaire was not only so pretty (long hair Grantaire is so so good) but so flirty??? At one point he fully blew a kiss to Enjolras and I get it now… I understand Enjoltaire. I hadn’t even heard of them as a ship until yesterday (or even know their individual names) but I get it………

Also the amount of sweet big brother moments Grantaire had with Gavroche was so good!! They were hugging like every two seconds and it was so precious 🥹🥹🥹

(Also also if anyone is curious about this production of the show AMA! I saw it three times lmao (Edit: Saying I SAW it is slightly misleading lol I work as an usher at a theater, so it’d be more accurate to say I was THERE for three shows. I was just getting snippets in between monitoring the crowd sadly, but hopefully next time a production comes to our theater I’ll be able to truly watch it!))

Spoilers under the cut:

Also the fact that they don’t seem to have a direct moment of reconciliation before the final battle like in some productions (Enjolras seems to try but Grantaire seems to reject it, physically pushing him away) but then as Enjolras dies Grantaire reaches out for him as if to save him???????? And then he realizes he’s the only one left and after going back to look at Gavroche one more time throws himself to the top of the barricade to be killed…… I’m unwell…….

#les mis #les miz #les misérables #les miserables #enjolras #grantaire #enjoltaire #gavroche #exr

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lovepookie · 1 year ago

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₊˚ෆ No Presents - s.mt

♡ sypnosis: you and matthew agreed on no presents this year in order to save up to see his family for christmas next year. he has pestered you for a christmas tree, and now he won’t stop clinging to you because “it’s christmas, woman!” little does he know, you have a little gift up your sleeve.

♡ genre: fem!reader, teeth-rotting fluff, suggestive, established relationship, non-idol au, christmas centered, just wholesome shit lol

♡ 2.4k word count

♡ warnings: suggestive, sexual innuendos, playful threats, cursing, mentions of the catholic church as a joke, please let me know if there’s any you’d like me to add!

♡ nano note: the gyubin fic is doing so well! 🥹 so here 🤲🏻 have this matthew christmas fic!! matt makes me squeal so i just knew i needed a christmas au for him. sorry im late! xoxo

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“Matt! No not there!” You yelped out, the brightest smile on your face as you watched your boyfriend place the ugliest ornament he could find right smack center of the tree.

“What do you mean? I think it looks great.” he teased, grabbing you by your hips and urging you close to him.

He placed you in front of him as he stuffed his face in the crook of your neck, taking the scent of you in—you smelled like peppermint hot chocolate; it was his favorite for this time of year so naturally he prepared some for the two of you whilst you decorated the Christmas tree.

It was about the second week of December and you both had finally decided to put one up after a lot of back and forth bickering.

“But why not, Lady? It’s Christmas! We need a tree!” He’d wine out, pouting your way whilst his fingertips pulled you close. It was always within his nature; if you were ever near him, you’d naturally find his hands on you.

“We’re not even having presents this year, we don’t need one…” You’d counterattack over and over, but it just never seemed to suffice.

It was true. This year, you’d both agreed to no presents because you were saving up for a trip for the following year together. So why did you need a tree?

It all boiled down to this; Matthew was a brat.

A brat who had always gotten his way with you.

And now here you were, in fuzzy matching christmas socks, sliding across your tiled living room floor as he pulled you to dance.

“Stop! Matthew, you know I’ll kick you in the balls.” You threaten, the widest smile on your face as he tugged you closer with his firm grip, urging you to dance with him.

“What?? You’re so mean- were you even sorry for doing that on Halloween?” He wined out, a pout on his face as he grabbed you closer.

You laugh out, throwing your head back.

“That was an accident! And I was sorry, but you’re going to drop me right now!” You reason, strength weakening with giggles and rendering you helpless in fighting back. He laughs too this time, halting you two mid-spin in order to take a good look at you.

You watch as his eyes smile at you, the pretty mole near them framing his face in a way that should’ve hinted mischief to you the moment you met him. After a bout of silence, you un-grip his black muscle shirt from your grasp now that you were sure he wouldn’t spin you again.

“Look, all that fighting but the tree looks so pretty…” He says, head nodding to the tree you just finished setting up. You look over for a moment at the masterpiece your boyfriend wouldn’t shut up about until today.

“…it’s almost as pretty as you.” He says, sparking a blush to form from beneath your skin.

You roll your eyes as you playfully hit his chest, but he’s quick to catch your hands and pull you back against him.

“Stop fighting me, Miss—let me love you!” He laughs and he yells out, then leans in to press a kiss to your head.

As if your luck had expired, he slips slightly in the process and before you know it, you’re yelping out as you and Matthew go toppling down to the floor.

“Ah shit!” You gasp out in shock, one of Matthew’s hands cupping the back of your head so you wouldn’t get hurt. When you realize what happened, you can’t help but laugh, and then like clockwork, your eyes meet Matthew’s.

He’s hovering above you, eyes wide as he searches yours for any signs that you’re hurt.

“Are you alright?! Did you get hurt? I kind of fell on you, are you okay-“ He rambles out, but you’re quick to cut him off.

“Matthew I’m fine.” You chuckle, looking up at him. Yeah, he kind of did fall on top of you and knocked the air out of your lungs for a second, but you weren’t in any pain and the look of worry in his eyes was too good. You’d always told him if he kept fucking around he’d find out, and it seems he finally got a taste of the consequences for not listening to you.

“I’m sorry.” He says, a bashfull smile making its way onto his face—it’s cute, a little too cute actually. He stays exactly where he is though, never moving an inch over you, one hand still beneath your head. You chuckle and lift your head to make your way off the floor, but then Matthew uses that moment to now take both of his hands and encage you beneath him indefinitely.

“Aye- What are you doing?” You question, realizing your mobilization is limited to your boyfriends arms—it seems he is still on his bullshit. Matthew just smiles his ridiculously cute smile as he peers down at you before dipping down to do a push up.

His face comes eerily close to yours as he looks deep into your eyes.

Well, Merry Christmas indeed.

“I’ve always wanted to do this.” He mutters, before smiling at your blushy bothered state and lifting his body weight back up. You feel your face go hot and suddenly wish you hadn’t cranked the heater up like your boyfriend requested earlier—he just hated wearing actual clothes.

“Stop playing around Matt, let me out.” You say, giving him a look of warning. He smirks as he holds back a laugh and dips back down again.

“No. We don’t get presents this year so you can’t get out. Sorry.” He frowns playfully, before he’s placing a kiss on your chin. Within another second he’s lifting himself back up to complete a second push-up.

You glare up at him.

“Matthew, you want presents?” You ask, deciding that in order to combat mischief, you gotta get your hands dirty too. He perks up at your words for a second before he’s lowering himself again and kissing the tip of your nose.

“Of course I want presents, what’s Christmas without them?” He questions playfully, before he’s picking his weight back up again. You smirk up at him which must really alarm him because his face goes blank for a second before his eyes squint at you.

“Ayeee…are you thinking dirty thoughts right now?” He questions, peering down at you like he’s a father at the Catholic Church and very disappointed in what you may be insinuating. You can’t help but laugh and lean up to grab his face to squish.

You don’t know where he finds the strength to stay hovering there whilst you play with his cute cheeks and distort his face into a smile or the noot noot face—his lips puckering as you hold his cheeks together with one hand—but it’s impressive, you have to admit. You lean up and kiss his nose back, hoping secretly he never changes his very cute mannerisms for as long as he lives.

“What? Is this my present then?” He looks at you, trying to pout but a smile makes its way through instead. Your laugh resonates throughout the living room at his antics before you take this opportunity to slide out from underneath him hastily.

Almost instantly, Matthew’s protests can be heard as his tries to grab at your ankles to pull you back.

“Hey! That’s not fair, you escaped once my guard was down-“

“Matt! Will you please let me go, I’m trying to give you a present-!” You squeal as his hands trace up your leg and his strong grasp litteraly slides you back towards him and under his grasp.

“Never. I don’t need presents. You’re the present.” He says cheekily, pulling you down just enough so he can place his head on your stomach and finally let go of his weight between your legs.

“I’m tired. You tire me out, woman.” He mumbles, as you chuckle and stop squirming, evidently admitting your defeat. You felt very hot in the face.

“Brat. No one told you to trap me and do pushups.” You counter, but your hands make their way to his head to whisk your fingers through his hair. It was like catnip for men; just rake your hands through their scalp to weaken them for just a moment.

A moment was all you needed.

Maybe after you could escape.

Matthew hums as his eyes close, a soft smile playing on his lips. “You know I’m playing right? I don’t need presents this year. Thank you for caving on the tree, pretty. Thank you.” He mumbles out, and you can’t help but smile, once again happy that you were just able to make him happy.

“I know…” You mumble out too, “Thank you for pestering me, it was worth it.” You finish.

And just like that, it was like you hit a nerve again.

Matthew raises his head right after your words, eyes furrowing and a firm pout painted on his lips; “Pestering? Yah! You’re mean, this is why we can never have nice things!” He wines, hands going to tickle you. You giggle out begrudgingly, body weakening once again.

“Matt!! I’m sorry- fuck! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to say pester, you’re not a pest! I fucked up- haha! Stop!” You laugh out, so weak that fighting back doesn’t feel like an option.

Matthew laughs out at your words before stopping and sitting up, grabbing your hands to pull you up with him. You continue to laugh tiredly as you look at his very satisfied face before you’re leaning over and resting your forehead on his shoulder.

“Thank you, Matt.” You whisper out, now exhausted.

In the end, he puts up with your antics more than you put up with his and it made one thing clear to you;

Maybe you didn’t need to escape.

Maybe this is right where you belong.

“Yes, I’ll spare you just this once, lady. Next time I’ll suffocate you with kisses. We’ll see if you even want to escape then.” He teases triumphantly, hands reaching over to the coffee table for his mug of peppermint hot chocolate.

This was your chance, now that you’ve regained your strength, only one thing was left.

As he sips away at his hot cocoa, you stand up and make a b-line to your two’s shared room where you reach for a small present from under your bed. Once you return, you smile cheekily at your boyfriend with the present behind your back.

“What? What are you hiding?” Matthew asks, staring at you suspiciously. You laugh, knowing he’d read you like a book within seconds, just as he always did.

“I have your present. And this time you don’t have to wait.” You say, showing him the small gift and handing it to him for him to open. Matthew stares up at you with a side eye, but a smile is silently growing on his face.

You knew how much Christmas meant to him; how much family meant to him. It’d been too long since he had the opportunity to spend the holiday’s with them too. So you saved up a little more than you intended to surprise him.

“Open it.” You urge, nodding towards the box in his hands. He continues to stare up at you, love stored in his eyes in a way that made even the frostiest of nights toasty.

“I thought we said no presents this year. We are supposed to be saving up for next year-“ He ponders, but his words are cut short when he opens the box and see’s the contents inside.

Time stops for just a moment as he stares down into the shallow gold box.

Within seconds he seems to analyze the situation, then his neck shoots over to you, and it doesn’t even take another half-second before he’s onto his feet and embracing you.

“I- I thought the plan was for next year—what is this?” He questions, so overwhelmed with emotions that his words are quickly strung together. You laugh a bit as you hug him back, very proud that he seems to love his gift.

“We can see them this year. I’ve never been to Canada before. It’s time for me to see a real snow storm.” You chuckle out as he pulls away slightly to get a good look at your face and read your sincerity, printed out plane tickets and hotel receipts gripped firmly in his hands.

“You…” He starts, eyes searching yours with an expression you don’t think you’ve ever seen before. It held love and respect and surprise—it held everything all at once and more than you could place or name.

“I didn’t want a Christmas tree because we won’t even be here for Christmas stupid-“ You start, before being rudely interrupted by Matthew’s lips on yours.

His hand grips your jaw in order to control the kiss, and he kisses you with the most passion you think you’ve ever received.

Once he pulls away, eyes foggy with lust yet his smile sweet and almost shy, you can’t help but feel red shoot down your neck at the way he’s staring at you.

“Forget the tree, I have a present for you now.” He says playfully, hands pulling you even closer in a way that hints at something he’d just accused you of earlier. You laugh and smack him away, deciding maybe the egg nog should be spiked tonight.

“Miss, what would you like? Anything in particular?” He asks, head tilting in a playful way as his eyes squint at you, his arms going to cross in front of him and outlining his muscles just right. You stare at him with warning, but your smile never faulters.

You took him in, the way he stood with a purpose; light brown hair all messy and fluffy, black muscle shirt clinging to him in a way that screamed something completely opposite of what his stupid soft Christmas pajama-bottoms had to offer.

He was so stupid.

He was your stupid.

And now he’d get to spend Christmas like he’d been wishing to for years—with his family.

And you’d be right there with him.

Maybe the great Christmas escape was destined to fail.

Maybe Seok Matthew was home, so escaping him was never an option to begin with—you didn’t know.

You were just happy to fail the said escape over and over again.

“Seok Matthew, are you thinking dirty thoughts? AH!-“ You yelp out, as he leans forward and hoists you over his shoulder, quickly making his way towards your two’s shared bedroom.

“Enough of your teasing, it’s my turn.” He says through a smile, prancing down the halls with you in his firm grasp triumphantly.

He was so proud and cute when it came to you; and you’d let him win every time.

Every single time.

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strlingsav · 2 years ago

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Omg pls don't post my previous ask I meant to say part two to Yours 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 the breeding link one 😯🥹😮‍💨🥴🥴🥴

LOL no worries I got you 😉 Sequel to this 🫶🏻

Yours: Two

– Simon "Ghost" Riley x F!Reader

Explicit sexual content under the cut. Read at your own risk.

It snuck up on you; moving yourself into Simon's apartment, the engagement, the wedding. It seemed to blend together, fragments of images and memories that stuck in your head. It was rushed, full of eagerness and excitement to move forward together. You never questioned where you were headed; there was always a looming feeling of certainty in your life with Simon.

You'd only been married a few days- still enjoying the aftermath of the private ceremony inside the nearest courthouse. Neither of you were interested in the gawking guests and awkward socialization. Simon had only just asked you if you wanted to be married, aside from your preferences for privacy, there was hardly time to plan anything anyways.

You stick the spatula under the doughy circle, flipping it over to the other side while Simon stands flush against the counter, enjoying the sight of you in his T-shirt. Your attention is focused solely on not burning your breakfast; brows furrowed, leaning forward and peeking underneath impatiently.

"You cooked before?" He teases. He knows just how to get under your skin, how to make your teeth clench.

"Yes," You shoot back, eyes narrowing at the expression of smugness on his face. "Your frying pan is shit."

"Think you just don't know how to make a pancake."

"If I didn't know, could I be doing it right now?"

"You're doin' somethin'."

"Do you even want to eat?"

"Debatin' on it. Might just skip breakfast."

"You're so dramatic," You roll your eyes, letting the pancake fall onto the plate. Handing it to him, you jut the plate against his chest. "Eat it. And like it."

His lips split into a grin, not unlike him once he truly trusted you; since you'd forced your way into the cracks between his walls, and seen the parts of himself he hid from everyone. You'd been lucky enough to have experienced it already, going on years, now, but it never failed to warm your insides.

There's silence, as he sets the plate down and readies a second for yourself. He's behind you, sifting through the drawer of cutlery, then stands back to sip his tea and watch you struggle to separate the pan from the dough.

"You wanna stay here?" His eyes shift to yours from the cup he's sipping out of.

He's nervous. It's unusual- he's never nervous. Not even when he's on enemy territory, or taking fire. But with you, the risk is there. He can't control you, instead, he has to wait with composure and a racing heart until you answer. The worst kind of torture, especially as it sits low in his gut, a sunken rock weighing him down while your eyes shift side to side. He's thought about this for a long time; wanted you, in every way possible, for a long time.

Your head jerks back with confusion. "I already am."

"Permanently. Get married and all that."

Your brow quirks up, lips curled upward in amusement. His nonchalance regarding the subject is admirable, given that you can see his chest rising and falling rapidly.

You scrunch your nose, ruminating on the offer for a moment- you like to keep him on his toes.

"Guess so, just don't complain about my cooking again." You threaten him with the spatula, your face softening with an affectionate smile.

He steps by you, a soft hand on your waist, pressing a kiss to your temple. "I can overlook it."

Of course, your cooking is always the furthest thing from his mind when he sees you, feels you. He'd never let you go, regardless of how shitty a pancake you make.

You'd agreed to a simple honeymoon, a bed and breakfast in a quaint town at the edge of a lake. He was on leave, a perfectly executed plan, giving you time for a vacation that landed you in a forested haven for a week.

It was serene, peaceful, offering a calm atmosphere you didn't quite have back home. In the centre of the city, with traffic and a heavy population, quiet was a rare commodity.

It was a small cabin, heated by a wood stove and decorated with knitted blankets. It was comfortable, cozy- isolated. The perfect place for two.

You'd spent the day reading in silence, appreciating the smell of crackling wood. Simon had asked to take you fishing, which wasn't something you were even aware he knew how to do. He'd revealed he was an avid hunter- another surprise. It was no secret now, why he'd suggested the rustic cabin away from civilization. Truthfully, he wanted you all to himself. No distractions, no interruptions, no obstacles; he wanted his wife.

You hadn't taken your eyes off the wedding band Simon had picked for you. It was foreign, the weight around your finger. You found yourself distracted by it a few times, catching your eye when you'd wash your hands or pour yourself a drink. It would force you to remember you were married now- a commitment that was heavy and binding. You'd attached yourself to Simon, legally, and though it was overwhelming, you'd grown to thoroughly enjoy the sight of the ring on your finger and what it meant.

His hands glided around your waist, chin resting on your shoulder. He watched from behind you, staring at the pot on the stove as you stirred slowly. His eyes were drawn to the ring too, and just how well it suited you. How well being his suited you. He was a bit thrown; he hadn't expected to be turned on by a damn ring.

"You feel like eating soon?" You turned your head a bit, watching him from your periphery.

"I do," He nodded. Innocent, though not quite. He had mischief behind his eyes, recognizable by the dilated pupils and glassy shine. "Been starvin', sweetheart."

His fingers were slow and menacing, a purposeful touch as he slid down to your jeans, hooking his thumbs inside the waistband to pull your ass against his groin. He sighed- strangled and painfully desperate. He pulled the button and zipper open without a second thought. A wave of heat crept over your body, expanding to reach your abdomen when his hands yanked your jeans down past your thighs, gently pulling your feet out of them.

"I meant dinner," Your voice faltered, a failed attempt at resisting his antics.

"'M lookin' at it."

He leaned forward, pressing his lips to the flesh of your ass, soft kisses that teased the unabashed bite he unleashed afterward. Teeth grazing the silky flesh, hands pawing at your hips as he angled you down, revealing the mouth-watering vision of your panties, clinging to the moist patch that was growing quickly.

He pressed his lips against your pussy, an action that made you gasp. His low groan didn't go unnoticed, especially not with how difficult it was becoming to concentrate on stirring.

He tugged your panties aside, his tongue gliding through you. His first taste was fucking heavenly, and he didn't think he'd be able to restrain himself. He gripped your ass now, tugging and pulling at you to allow for better access. He ran across your clit, a harsh lick that made your hips jump. His fingers were clinging to you so tightly, even the smallest movements were nearly impossible.

"Simon," You said, a weak warning. "I'm cooking- I can't- you can't eat me out right now." You almost laughed.

"Perfect little wife you are," He sighed, relishing in the undeniable possessiveness that drove his every action. "Let me enjoy it." He spared only a few moments before diving back in to press his face against you.

You could never resist his charm, especially not when his tongue was providing such pleasure; long, languid strokes over your clit that made your knees buckle.

You huffed, pushing the pot off the burner before turning around to face him. He hummed.

"There's my girl," He remarked, grabbing your thigh and hoisting it over his shoulder.

He buried his face between your thighs, fingers holding your panties aside while his tongue slid back against your clit.

"Cookin' make you this wet?" He asked, eyes peering up at you as he sat back for a moment.

Your hand came up to rest on his crown, a short nod and mhm, before you pulled him in to continue. You didn't have the mind to put up with teasing, he'd already half-finished the job, you needed it done.

A muffled chuckle made you shiver, even more so when his fingers inched their way inside you. Your head fell back, eyes squeezed shut as he curled them inside you, flicking his tongue with methodical vigour.

His lips mouthed at your clit, and your whole body shook, bursts of adrenaline shooting up your body from every pump of his fingers and caress of his tongue.

You blew air through a small parting in your lips, exhaling the growing impatience as he teased your orgasm. You teetered on the edge, not quite there but only a few moments away. Your fingers gripped his hair, tugging softly to release your frustration, though he didn't cease or pick up his pace.

You inadvertently lifted your hips to his face, begging for more. He never took the bait, always did what he wanted until you asked otherwise. He enjoyed watching you come undone on his tongue, and had memorized every movement necessary to see and feel it.

Your fingers were harsher now, no longer a soft grasp but desperate, wanting. So close to falling over the edge, it was almost irritating. You could feel it building, a tightness enveloping your abdomen, heat spreading through every limb until you felt like you were on fire.

Your lips parted, a whine- not quite a moan, but loud enough to catch his attention and make him exhale a quiet moan. You were almost there, and he gave a few more strokes before you gasped.

You had latched your fingers to his head, squeezing tightly as your body exploded with pleasure, grinding yourself against his nose and tongue.

"Oh God, Simon," You moaned now, appreciative of the effort he gave.

A thin layer of sweat dotted your brow, heart racing and panting while you recovered from your muscles tensing.

He stood to his feet, your eyes following his. His hands came to your hips, a delicate touch at first, before he pulled you closer, able to lift you onto the nearby counter with little effort.

His fingers dragged your panties down your thighs, rough hands clasping around the smooth skin of your calves. Your teeth pulled at the flesh of your cheeks, waiting with searing anticipation, nearly trembling with impatience.

He stood between your thighs, letting you lift the shirt off his torso. Your palms pressed flat against the muscular expanse of his abdomen, and his hands dropped to undo the belt and button of his pants.

"Got me rock-fuckin'-hard all the time," He grumbled against your neck, inhaling your scent with appreciation.

"So fuck me," Your hands met his, gently running your hand over his cock as you pulled his briefs down. His head dropped to your shoulder, lips lazily pressing against the ridge of your collarbone.

"That's a foul mouth you've got, Mrs. Riley."

You grinned.

He reached around to pull your hips closer, his cock pressing into the warm flesh of your pussy.

"Oh!" You exclaimed, your hand reaching his bicep to stop him. "I meant to tell you," You looked up at him, your next words were meek and cautious. "I stopped taking my birth control."

His brows furrowed. There were conflicting feelings inside him; unbridled desire, the overwhelming urge to plunge his cock inside you, uncaring of the consequences, and hesitation. It was real, now. The only remaining milestone was children, even more demanding than marriage.

He was apprehensive, not sure whether he was truly ready, no matter the circumstances. The two of you had built a secure life for yourselves, there were no unanswered questions or outstanding business that prevented any of it. The only real obstacle was his own feelings.

He knew what he was in for if he did happen to get you pregnant. He had no reservations about it, in fact, the image of you pregnant, with your shared child brought goosebumps to his skin. Motherhood would suit you, and you'd more than coaxed the paternal instinct from him. It was usually the only thing he could think about, a happy family for him to watch over, provide for. He was ready; it'd been sitting on his mind since before getting engaged, and he didn't want to waste anymore time.

"I brought condoms, in case you were worried. Not like I'll get pregnant right away, but if you're not there yet, I-"

He cut off your rambling with a kiss, pushing his cock inside you. A quiet gasp left your parted lips, and you reached for his shoulders, instinctually.

He thrusted into you, a few times, before settling against your hips. It was intimate, faces only inches from each others, limbs tangled together in a bubble of heat and desire.

"You wanna have my kid?" He asked, not quite disbelief but reaching for the answer he already knew.

"I do." It was genuine, undeniably real and true.

He hummed in response, inquisitive and teasing while he pressed soft kisses to the flesh of your neck.

"All you had to say," He answered. "Been waitin' to get you pregnant."

You flushed, cheeks burning and your womb igniting with a searing heat you'd yet to feel since he'd talked about kids once before, while inside you.

You'd taken it at face value then, reckless language during an intimate exchange, but now, you began to theorize that he truly meant it.

"Put a kid in me." It was mostly harmless, a teasing expression you didn't expect to get you anywhere.

However, your explicit words elicited a groan from his throat, his hips jerking forward. Hearing you say those words, while he was deep in the inviting warmth of your pussy- it made his cock even harder.

His head had fallen to your shoulder, gentle pants against your skin as he began to thrust into you.

"Yeah, sweetheart. Fuckin' hell. Let me give you a kid."

Your calves interlocked behind his back, arching into him to allow for better access. He had his hands on your waist, a bruising hold on you when his pace picked up. Your hand reached out, cupping the nape of his neck, wrapping the other around his shoulder in a desperate attempt to get closer, to let him into the deepest parts of you.

Your quiet moans echoed in his ear, spurring him on, pushing him closer to the edge with every roll of his hips. He could hardly focus with every breath that came out of your mouth, every whimper of his name, curse word.

He lifted his head to meet your eyes, poring himself into you with unending commitment, a promise, an oath.

Your lips absorbed his, tongues gliding together in a messy choreography. You reached a hand down to your clit, already wet with the spreading arousal from your pussy, and met his pace with harsh circles and grinds.

Your head fell back, hitting the wooden cupboards with a thud.

"Fuck, Simon," You moaned. It was loud, louder than intended, but it sent chills up your spine to hear yourself call out for him.

"Christ," He grunted, reaching out to cup your jaw in a desperate hold. "That's it, say my fuckin' name."

Your eyes shut briefly, overwhelmed by the lick of pleasure shooting up your spine, the dirty words from his mouth that made your climax inch even closer.

"Simon," Your voice was softer now, weak with the effort your mind was using to focus on your impending orgasm. Your body was rigid, tense with anticipation, and it hit you with gradual intensity.

Your lips fell apart, fingers digging into your neck, pulling him closer.

"Shit- fuck yes, baby." Your voice was low, guttural, begging and pleading for him to continue.

He choked back a groan as he felt your pussy clench around his cock, hardly able to resist the urge to cum- he wanted to watch you through it, give you his undivided attention.

You kissed him again- a thank you, haphazard and weak with your fragile state.

"Y'want my cum?" He asked, brows furrowing at he neared his orgasm. "Y'want it deep in you, love?"

You nodded, chest rising quickly against his. "Please," Was all you managed to breathe out.

"Fuck me," His eyes narrowed, an uninterrupted glare. "Take it," He said, teeth clenching.

He finished inside you, deep strokes turning to stuttering thrusts as he came down from his high. He exhaled through flared nostrils, eyes shutting momentarily as he relished in the warmth and softness of your walls, squeezing every last bit of cum from him.

"Bloody hell," He sighed, his eyes meeting yours, softening.

You blew out a breath, kissing him with a gentleness, a loving expression. He helped you from the counter, his hands on your waist as he returned your kiss with soft lips on your forehead.

"Not long in your sinful cunt."

You bit back a grin, pulling him in for a lasting kiss.

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hongcherry · 1 year ago

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seeking trouble || p.sh (m)

"Seonghwa entertains your need for a late-night rendezvous despite his better judgment."

🏍 Pairing: biker!Seonghwa x richGirl!Reader (afab)

🏍 Rating/Genres/AUs: M(18+); Smut, angst; light fluff; Bad boy/rich girl au, friends to lovers

🏍 Warnings: Reader referred to as "girl", pet names (pretty girl, princess, whore, baby), #teamseonghwa.... you'll see why 😪 | [smut] dirty talk, unprotected sex on his bike, one spank lol, 5 seconds of summer choking, creampie, orgasm denial, fingering, oral (f. rec.), degradation, seonghwa's gets a lil mean 🥹...lmk if i missed anything! ^-^

🏍 Word Count: 3.5k

🏍 Author's Note: I am shamelessly contributing to the biker!hwa agenda 🫡 And ofc for research purposes, I stared at the gif for a long while. Curse you Park Seonghwa *shakes fists in the air*

part two

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The flickering street lamp casts an eerie glow on the man in the distance.

He sits half on his motorbike as he slips on a black glove. He pays no attention to the sounds your feet are making on the rough cement. He only looks up when you’re a foot away.

“Hey, pretty girl,” he smiles, leaning back slightly. The chains resting around his neck greet you with tinkling winks under the light.

“Hi, handsome,” you reply cheerfully.

Seonghwa drinks in your appearance. Your bright clothes are the polar opposite of his and the scenery around you. However, he expects nothing less from you.

His eyes lower until they spot your platform heels with fuzzy decor across the toe straps.

Seonghwa lets out a silent huff of air in amusement, one corner of his mouth lifting in a lopsided grin. He blinks once then his eyes are suddenly on you.

The action has you shifting your weight.

“Interesting choice,” he comments. They’re a little odd, but they’re growing on him as the seconds tick by.

“Cute, huh?” you ask, angling your foot to show off your shoe.

“Perhaps,” he murmurs, then picks up a spare jacket from the back of his motorbike. “But I’m not sure they’re appropriate for tonight.”

Seonghwa tosses you the jacket, and you catch it with ease. It’s similar to his, but the reddish-orange accent color swirls in a different pattern.

You put on the item as you reply, “I didn’t have enough time to change.”

“Your date lasted that long?”

“It wasn’t a date,” you sigh at having to repeat yourself from previous conversations.

“You got all dolled up for dinner with a man. Sounds like a date to me,” he explains.

You shake your head, walking toward his bike and gesturing for him to get on. He obeys languidly.

“I’m about to go for a late-night drive with a man. Is this a date then?” you ask and swing a leg over the seat.

Seonghwa hands you a helmet before putting his own on.

“You didn’t get dressed up for me,” he states while you slip on the helmet.

You don’t have time to reply because Seonghwa has revved up his bike. Seconds later, he is driving out of the abandoned parking lot.

You wrap your arms around his waist, the familiar feeling bringing comfort. You can smell his strong cologne and resist the urge to take a deep whiff.

Riding on Seonghwa’s motorbike has your heart soaring with happiness.

Your eyes close as you embrace the wind rushing past your body. The graceful way he swerves through traffic makes you feel like you’re dancing.

You’re tempted to outstretch your arms, but you recall Seonghwa’s nagging voice from the one time you did it in the past. You don’t know why he cared so much, but you figured he just didn’t want to be reliable for murdering the mayor’s daughter.

That definitely wouldn’t end well for him.

Thirty minutes pass until you reach your destination.

Seonghwa’s first to climb off his bike. He sets his helmet down before reaching out for your hands. He helps you off of the bike carefully, watching as you stumble and feeling you squeeze his hands.

Normally after rides, your legs feel a little like jelly. It’s become a habit for Seonghwa to hold you for support afterward.

“’m good now,” you giggle after a moment.

Seonghwa drops your hands and then takes a few steps to overlook the town. You quickly set your helmet by his before turning to watch him.

The area is just outside your town on top of a hill. You and Seonghwa had stumbled across the spot by accident a month ago, and it’s become your regular hang-out ever since.

The freedom you feel from being away from town makes you feel weightless. You’re not the mayor’s daughter here. You’re not required to go on “dates” to uphold your family’s reputation. You’re not told who you can and can’t see.

It’s liberating.

And addicting.

You step next to Seonghwa silently. The town’s lights look more beautiful from a distance. If you didn’t know better, you’d want to go back. But you know what awaits you at home.

“You ever have to sit in a car with a guy who smells like rotten fish?” you ask out of the blue.

Seonghwa’s not affected by your sudden outburst. He simply slides off his jacket before laying it on the ground. You expect him to sit on it, but he sits next to it.

You open your mouth to question him; however, when he gestures to the item, you understand.

You slowly lower yourself onto his jacket.

Seonghwa leans back on his hands, legs straight in front of him. He’s wearing a simple black tank top in the chilly night, but he’s not shivering.

“No, because he would’ve been kicked out,” he belatedly answers.

You smile and avert your gaze from him to the town.

“If only I could’ve done that,” you sigh.

“So, who was he this time?”

You groan at the memory. “One of the council’s sons. He’s, like, seven years younger, but of course, Daddy wants me to befriend all his friend's children.”

“Aren’t you a good little girl,” Seonghwa teases in a sing-song manner, coming close to your ear.

You scoff and shove at him. “I don’t want to be.”

“Hm,” he pauses in thought.

Seonghwa brings a hand to your chin, angling your face so you’re looking at him. You’re thankful for the moon that allows you to see his handsome features.

His voice drops an octave when he says, “You want to be a bad girl?”

Your heart races at his words. He somehow always has a way to get your blood pumping and mind whirling.

“Aren’t I always when I’m with you?” you reply with a subtle smirk.

Seonghwa chuckles lowly.

“Sneaking out, hanging around someone like me, engaging in inappropriate behavior,” he trails off, slowly leaning in until he’s guiding you back on the ground.

“Definitely a bad girl,” he concludes.

His lips are centimeters away from yours. He’s staring at you with an intensity only Seonghwa can create. It causes your insides to do somersaults; your heart beating irregularly.

You don’t like the feeling.

Needing some form of control, you push against his chest. He pulls away, but instead of leaving him be, you sit up with him and climb into his lap.

Seonghwa’s hands rest on your hips.

“Only for you,” you smile sweetly.

He raises an eyebrow. “I don’t think that’s true, princess.”

“Why is that?” you wonder, trailing your hands up his arms until they’re around his neck, inching yourself closer.

“You’ll crawl to anyone who gets you away from that town,” he replies. His hands rise to apply pressure against your lower back, pressing your chest against his. “I bet if you met Jongho before me, he’d be here with you instead.”

There’s truth to his answer.

Seonghwa’s your key to freedom. Without him, you’d be stuck in your overly big mansion—alone and unhappy.

But even though you saw him as a way to spread your wings at first, you started to want to spend nights with him for different reasons. Reasons you’ve been pushing down for a few weeks now. Reasons you’ll never admit to.

Reasons you want to forget.

“Then aren’t you lucky you paid for my meal when I forgot my money?” you say, leaning down to peck his pretty lips.

“Maybe you’re the lucky one since you followed me out like a lost puppy,” he grins. He glides his hands up and down your body lazily.

“I just wanted to thank you,” you argue.

“Wanna know what I think?”

“Trick question.”

“I think you thought I looked like trouble,” he answers anyway.

“Well, aren’t you?”

“If I wasn’t, you wouldn’t be here.”

“Enough talking, Hwa,” you sigh. “Let’s get into that trouble I’m looking for.”

“Don’t we always,” he murmurs before crashing his lips on yours.

You instantly swipe your tongue along his lower lip, encouraging him to deepen the kiss.

Seonghwa’s no stranger to your quick antics, so he moves his tongue to meet yours without hesitation. His hands trail to squeeze your breasts through your blouse, eliciting an approving hum from you.

Your back arches in his hands as you begin to roll your hips. Seonghwa’s deft fingers pinch your nipples through your shirt, and it’s not long until his mouth is peppering kisses along the swells of your breasts.

When you start sliding off the jacket you’re wearing, he stops you.

“Leave that on,” he instructs before lifting your top and pulling down one of your bra cups. His mouth connects with your nipple, giving it a few flicks of his tongue.

“It’d be easier if you let me take it off,” you say between moans.

Seonghwa pulls away from your chest; he stares at you while he thinks.

“Fine,” he agrees and helps you remove the item.

You’re quick to remove your blouse and bra completely. Goosebumps litter your body from the cold night, but you’re sure you won’t be chilly for long.

You’re about to remove Seonghwa’s top, but he grabs one of your hands to halt your movements. He retrieves the jacket and guides your arm through a sleeve. Your eyes narrow at him as you slip the clothing back over your body.

“Something about leather on me excites you?” you tease.

“It’s not the leather,” he murmurs.

You hope he’ll explain, but he simply kisses your breasts again.

He’s scattering kisses all over your skin, occasionally nipping it. While he picks up where he left off, you do the same.

Your hips begin to grind against his, basking in the feeling of your clit being brushed against his hardening cock. Your fingers find purchase in his hair as he switches to your other breast. When he grazes his teeth against your pebbled nipple, you tug on his hair and pull him away.

Your lips find his before he can speak a word. The kiss is brisk, mouths moving with feverish haste. You could kiss him all night if you could, but you want to spend your time doing something else.

Too eager to undress Seonghwa’s upper half, your hands unbuckle his belt. You break the kiss with heavy breaths and climb off his lap.

Both of you strip yourselves of your pants and underwear.

“You ever fuck someone on your bike?” you ask once you’re completely bare—except for Seonghwa’s jacket and your heels.

“No,” he answers simply.

“Can I be your first?” you smile and stand next to it.

“What makes you think I want you to contaminate my bike?”

You roll your eyes. “Haven’t you ever wanted to? Come on, Hwa. Don’t tell me you haven’t thought of it.”

“And how exactly are you going to balance on it?”

“Like this,” you instruct and slowly bend over it.

You keep your feet planted on the ground, hands gripping the side of the seat. You spread your legs slightly and wiggle your hips at him.

Seonghwa’s eyes are cast down between your legs. He can see how wet and ready you are.

Fuck.

He admits he has thought of it before…

“Stop thinking and just fuck me,” you sigh when he doesn’t move.

“I ought to gag you,” he growls as he comes up behind you. He removes his gloves and tosses them with the rest of the clothes on the ground.

“As if,” you smirk. “You love when I moan your name.”

Seonghwa doesn’t reply and instead lowers his mouth to your cunt.

You gasp when his tongue licks up your folds. He repeats himself a few times before diving his tongue in your core.

One of his hands wraps around your thigh to keep you balanced while the other toys with your clit.

Your body jerks at his touches. You rest the side of your face against the cushion seat, his name spilling from your parted lips.

“You’re right,” Seonghwa mumbles against your slickened folds. “I love hearing my name coming from your mouth.”

As if wishing to hear it again, he slides two fingers inside you.

“Fuck, Hwa,” you whimper at the way his digits stretch you out. Your hands clutch onto the seat as he pumps his fingers quickly.

You’re withering against his motorbike as he plays with your cunt. Your climax is building, but you don’t want to come around his fingers.

“Need your cock, Hwa,” you cry.

Seonghwa slows his movements.

“Need?” he chuckles. “My fingers aren’t enough for you, princess?”

You shake your head, trying to focus on his words rather than the slow glide of his fingers still inside you.

“Need my cock to stretch you out more?”

“Wanna be full of you. Please,” you whine.

Seonghwa scoffs and pulls his fingers away. He stands and presses himself against you. The feel of his heavy cock against your ass has you squeezing your legs.

He leans down so his face is closer to yours. The silver chains around his neck dangle downward, causing you to shiver at the feel of the cool metal. You angle your face slightly to see his eyes.

“Such a greedy little whore,” he chides.

His words should offend you, though all it does is turn you on more.

There’s a sassy comeback somewhere within you, but it doesn’t come to you quickly enough.

Seonghwa pulls away slightly and then slides into your drenched hole.

A gasp falls from your lips.

Seonghwa stills for a few seconds before moving in and out at a pace that’s not too slow, yet not too fast.

“You feel so good, baby,” he groans, thrusting roughly once before going back to his normal speed.

The sudden action has you cursing while you hold onto the bike as you’re lurched forward.

“Like that, Hwa,” you instruct.

Seonghwa smirks, running a hand down your spine before reeling it back and connecting it with your ass.

“You like being stuffed and taking it rough, hm? What else do you like?” he wonders. He pulls out until just the tip remains.

“When you do as you’re told without smart remarks like those,” you groan, sticking your ass out to push him back in. You’re buzzing with need and just need Seonghwa to give you what you want.

Seonghwa’s silent for a moment.

You begin to turn around, but he grabs your wrists and pulls you up. A hand snakes around to your throat while the other holds you tight around your tummy.

You moan when his cock slides all the way in due to his actions.

“Just for that,” he hisses in your ear, tightening his hold on your throat. “You don’t get to come.”

You don’t have a chance to argue with him before he starts snapping his hips.

Loud mewls, squelching, and skin slapping skin fill the empty area.

Your arms are trapped under his, though you’re still able to raise your hands to grab his forearm around your body. His grip around your throat loosens, but he keeps his hand there.

Seonghwa’s using your body like you’re nothing but his toy, slamming his cock deep into your walls and hitting that spot that makes you weak in the knees. His grunts behind you are low and guttural, making you even wetter.

His thrusts become sloppier as time goes on, and you know he’s not far from coming.

Seonghwa can also tell you’re close to your own release by the way you’re clenching around him. Usually, he’d go back on his words and let you dive into your pleasure, but he’s not feeling too nice tonight. Not when he knows he’s just a warm body for you to use to escape your wealthy world. Not when he knows he’s replaceable.

Not when his feelings are on the line.

So, instead of being a gentleman, he slams into you roughly—forcing you to bend over the bike as his cum shoots deep in your cunt.

Instead, he pulls out and starts to get dressed despite your pleas and whines.

Seonghwa watches you with heavy breaths. There’s a moral debate roaring inside him. Part of him wants to fall to his knees and devour you until you come on his tongue. The other part wants to leave you like that. Desperate and needing him to help you.

Desperate.

Needing him.

“You can’t be serious,” you whine, eyes wide in disbelief and fear that he might actually leave you like this.

He picks up his jacket, shaking off debris before shrugging it on.

“Get dressed or make yourself come,” he orders.

Your mouth drops open.

Never in your time knowing Seonghwa has he been this cruel. You know he’s not the most upright citizen, but this?

This is too much.

And you hate him for it.

Too close to your orgasm, you roll your eyes and start to prop a leg up when Seonghwa touches your back.

You eye him with the hope that he’s changed his mind; however, he simply pulls your back against his chest and hooks an arm under your knee. His other grips your hip—not even close to where you need him.

“Can’t send you back with bruises when you inevitably lose your balance,” he explains. “Go on, princess. Show me just how badly you wanted to come on my cock.”

You groan, wanting to pull away but knowing trying to balance yourself on his stupid bike would be a bad idea.

You reach back to grab his arm to steady yourself before you bring your other hand to circle your clit.

Your head lolls back against Seonghwa as you touch your aching pussy. Your fingers glide between your folds, silently cursing the man behind you when you feel his cum coat your digits.

His cum makes it easy for you to slip your fingers in your heat, and you close your eyes as you imagine it’s his fingers instead. The feeling isn’t nearly as satisfying as his fingers or cock, but you make it work.

Your body squirms as you finally orgasm, slumping against Seonghwa while you catch your breath.

Seonghwa smiles. “Feel good?”

“Fuck you,” you curse weakly.

“At least I gave you the opportunity to get yourself off here. I could’ve made you wait until you got home,” he says.

He doesn’t make an effort to move you—letting you regain your energy. At least, he’s not a complete asshole.

“Whatever,” you grumble.

You stay leaning against Seonghwa for a minute before moving away and getting dressed.

Seonghwa finishes getting dressed and is leaning against his bike when you’re done.

“Do you hate me or something?” you ask as you stand before him.

He tilts his head in confusion. “No?”

“Then why did you do that?” you scoff.

Seonghwa chuckles. “Because you should learn that your naughty mouth has consequences.”

He pushes away the underlying emotions that caused him to act like that. That’s something he can ponder over with a drink.

“You could’ve like,” you pause in thought, “given me the silent treatment instead.”

He smiles at you, finding your idea of punishment cute.

“The point of a punishment is for you to learn your lesson,” he explains.

Even though he’s right, you still pout.

“Come on, princess. We gotta get you home before—”

“Your bike turns into a pumpkin?”

“What?”

Seonghwa shakes his head, a small grin on his lips, and then offers you a helmet.

“You hungry?” he asks while you swing a leg over.

“A little,” you answer.

“Okay. I’ll stop by that one place before dropping you off,” he says.

“Thanks,” you murmur.

Nearly an hour later, you’re sneaking into your room, a takeout bag in hand.

You’re thankful your family members are deep sleepers. You’re not in the mood to confess all your sins to them at two in the morning.

As you’re munching on the food Seonghwa bought you, your mind wanders to the future.

At some point, you know something is going to have to change—whether that be by force or by choice.

Your family will never approve of Seonghwa. Sure, they may end up tolerating him, but that will take years, and even then, they’ll never truly accept him. Hell, they may even pay him to go away. That brings another thought to mind.

How much would it take for Seonghwa to leave you? Would it take much? Would it even be monetary?

You would hope he’d stick with you regardless of what they’d offer him, but you’re not sure.

Even with the looming possibility of your family discovering your secret rendezvous, there’s another issue at hand. One that’s more internal than the former.

One that involves your heart.

There’s only so much you can do and tell yourself that holds Seonghwa at arm's length. His world is so different from yours. Even if you could be with him, could you really handle it? You’ve never had to worry about money, a job, or chores. Being part of both worlds would be ideal, but you’re sure your family would disown you if you dated Seonghwa. Could you leave it all behind for something that may not last?

Both scenarios result in bad outcomes.

Although one of them is bound to happen, you don’t know which will come first.

A/N: Not sure if I wanna make a part two or let y'all use your imagination... 🤔

Edit: Here's part two 🤣

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