#welcome home boxer au

[diggitydoggo]

Share that voice!

Me and my buddies have been collaborating lately to do some voice acting of our oc's! Alongside that yours truely was asked to make artworks to go along with these little fanmade audios! So what better than to make some art that hopefully recreates that sweet nostalgic feeling!

First thing's first was a skit for my own boxer au that you can find right here!

And next up is one made for the og universe!

You can find the video for this one over here!

If you want to go check out the other actors in these collabs then here are their tumblr accounts!

@rocksandcrystals

@belleroseloungecorner

@peri-berrypawductions

Since you made it this far here's the art without all the effects!

[silent-raven13]

In my Modern Welcome Home Au, Howdy spend his younger years trying to be  professional Boxer. Boxer!Howdy AU! He was considered the best among his group, but sadly, his sisters saw him fight and hated how bad he got treated. He lost to a centipede, and his siblings beg him to quit seeing how dangerous the sport is. So he quit, and focus on working as a bartender and somehow he met Poppy and they became best friends.

In my fanfic, I’ve mention a bit and will go into further details later on.

[ollyneedscoffee]

Tiny WIP! This is my own AU called Boxer!AU :) it's based off the Rocky series lmaooo, I'll make a whole story line and everything. Maybe I'll make a Y/N character idk. DONT MIND THE FUNKY ASS BOXING GLOVES BTW

[sunflowerwinds]

sugar, sugar | v.a

summary: on a slow day at your grandmother’s bakery, a customer captures your attention. as the weeks pass, you see her pop up more and more. a gentle friendship ignites between the two of you. the only issue was the undeniable attraction to her and it didn’t help now having to do her a kind favor. it would go away…. right?

pairing: fem!reader x vi arcane

contains: modern!au, kick-boxer!vi, reader is described to have long enough hair to tie up, reader has a sister named mila, we love gram, vander, isha and jinx mentions <3, nothing but fluff, strangers to friends to lovers:)

word count: 3.5K

a/n: i seriously had so much fun writing this and i am excited to dig into a mini-series with vi. i hope everyone enjoys this as much as i do </3

— ONE

Running your grandmother’s bakery wasn’t easy but it was a light in your life. She taught you tips and tricks of working the large industrial oven, every single one of her recipes, and wiping down the chalkboard to write the specials for the delicious treats.

She was charm personified; somehow able to convince pretty much every person that walked to the pastry shop to try at least one item. You were on the more quiet side, not insanely secluded but you weren’t extroverted. Nice people cracked you open and next thing you knew it, you were shoving a donut into their palms to take home.

It was a bad habit.

It was a slow Thursday in November. You were sweeping the small area of seating, softly asking one of the usual college students that came if they needed anything else. You were just a few streets down from the community college so many people your age would come in for coffee and furiously type on their laptops.

Once you were told they were good for now, you excuse yourself back to behind the counter to adjust the display desserts. You were bent over when you heard the bell over the door echo within the space, shouting ‘welcome in’.

“If you have any questions, just let me know. We have a daily special which is on the blackboard,” you stood back up with a slight grunt from the rush, brushing a few flyaways to kindly smile at the new customer. “Today we have buy one, get one donut free.”

Your eyes slightly widen at the… attractiveness of the customer. You adjust the neckline of your soft brown cable knit sweater to tug out your necklaces, plastering on a friendly smile.

“I actually came in because I was curious about the sign,” she trails off, tilting her head as she shoves her hands into the pockets of her jacket. “Do you actually just let people smell the food?”

You let out a soft chuckle as you nod. Your grandfather, one of the only men who had ever tolerated, made the sign for your grandmother the second she mentioned it to him. Now, in all its carved glory ‘Free Smells!’ is hanging underneath the shop's main sign: Sweet Tooth Bakery + Cafe.

“Yeah, my grandma thought it’d be a funny sign to draw people in. Obviously, we don’t let them shove their nose into it or anything,” you shake your head, holding your hand out to the stranger. “Because that’s… unsanitary.”

The pink haired stranger nods with a soft chuckle, stepping back to check out the arrangement of treats in the display case. In that moment of silence, you, as discreetly as possible, check her out. She had on a navy blue cut off sleeve zip-up, a soft white tank top underneath and a pair of grey sweatpants hugging her lower half. Very simplistic outfit but she made it look good.

You think she just naturally looked good. If you stared for long enough, which you embarrassingly did so, you could see markings of ink on the side of her neck and following down the backs of her arms and the smallest etching on her cheek.

“Any suggestions on what to smell first?” She questions, curious eyes bouncing back up to you.

You hum to yourself as you, too, stagger your eyes from pastry to pastry to carefully choose which one you could have her smell.

“Are you a fan of blueberries?” You question with a beaming grin.

“Uh, sure, yeah. Blueberries are good.”

“Then you have to take a whiff of the blueberry danish. It’s one of my favorites.” You offer, pointing to the sweet treat.

The pink haired stranger leans forward, folding her bare arms across her chest. You, again, can’t help your stares as you try to figure out what was exactly dotted into her pale skin. She nods with a shrug, looking at you with a kind smile.

“I’ll give it a whiff, yeah,” she stepped forward so that the glass of the display case was the only obstacle between the two of you.

You can feel your face getting hot as you mutter a bright ‘okay’ to yourself. You bend over once again grab the metal tongs to pick out the danish to place on a ceramic plate. You place it on top of the display case, motioning for the stranger to give it a smell.

Still seeming a bit hesitant that you were playing a joke on her, she leans her face forward so that she is mere centimeters away from the pastry. She inhales a bit, letting out a long sigh as she leans back to look at you.

“Shit, that smells amazing,” she praises the sweet aroma, nodding in satisfaction. “I’ll take it.”

You blink at her before chuckling awkwardly.

“You don’t have to buy the ones you smell. I promise.” You reassure her as you attempt to put the danish back so that you can shove the cranberry-orange muffin in her face.

She’s quick to hold a palm out to stop you, shaking her head. A beautiful smile spreads on her lips, temporarily forgetting how eager you were to show her every single pastry on display.

“I want that one. I swear. Plus, my sister’s going to rush me out of here if I take too long.”

A part of you was disappointed that she was so quick to purchase the first, yet incredibly delicious, treat. You selfishly wanted her to stay for as long as possible. Your grandmother would be on your ass for being so distracted by an attractive customer.

She would give you a clap on the back for making a sale, though.

“Oh, okay. Did your sister want anything?” You offer, itching to find any way possible for her to stay just a bit longer.

The stranger hums to herself for a moment as she examines the rest of the delicious treats. You tilt your head as you grab a small brown paper bag to place the danish into, waiting patiently to see if she was going to pick another item.

To your delighted surprise, she nods as she points to a more simplistic pastry.

“I think this pink donut should be good,” she nods to show certainty.

You grasp onto the sweet treat to slide it into the bag with her danish, trying not to spill a lot of the sprinkles. You seal it closed with a custom sticker with the logo of the shop, typing up her total into the register. The stranger reaches into her sweatpants pocket to pull out her wallet.

“Your total is gonna be $7.89. Cash or card?” You question.

“Card.”

You watch her hand you a simple light blue credit card, grinning as you not-so-discreetly check out her full name on it. Her first name caught your attention. Violet. As you swipe her card, you clear your throat to work up the courage to give her a compliment.

“I love your name. It’s pretty,” you say as you hand her back the card.

The stranger, now known as Violet, smiles small at your words. Her long fingers take the card from you as she slides it back into her wallet.

“Thank you. My, uh, dad named me,” she grins at you.

“Well, he made a very good choice,” you hand her the bag as well, nodding as you try not to appear awkward. “Anything else I can get for you?”

Were you being weird?

“No, no, I’m good,” she chuckles as she crinkles the bag in her palms. “I’ll see you around, yeah?”

You nod as you hand her own copy of the receipt, holding onto the half second of the tip of her fingers brushing against yours. You watch her turn her back and leave the shop, eyes never leaving her sculpted back profile. You huff at your behavior once the bell from above the door snaps you out of your small trance, shoving your copy of the receipt into its designated spot.

“She’s cute,” you hear from behind you, causing you to jump and whip your head around.

You’re met with your grandma grinning evilly at you, a little bit of flour smudged on her cheek from her baking in the back.

“Gram,” you sigh as you shake your head, brushing away your loose hairs.

“I’m just saying, bug,” she walks up next to you to rub up and down your arm.

You blush at what she was insinuating. As much as you love your grandmother, she attempted to be your match maker like you were an introverted middle schooler. You were 22 for God's sake. You would make moves and flirt when you felt like it.

“Don’t you have something in the oven?” You raise your eyebrows at her, hoping she’d leave it alone.

“Hey. I could fire you, you know,” your grandma pointed a finger in your face accusingly but her tone was light and a cheeky grin was on her face.

You roll your eyes playfully as you softly bump your hip with hers.

Everyday since Violet came in, you perk at the sound of the bell hoping to see that head of pink hair waltzing in again. Two excruciatingly long weeks pass before you see Violet again.

What was disappointing about seeing her today of all days was that you were working this shift with your 17 year old sister who was… less than thrilled to be working now; especially with you being her superior in a workplace. She, like most teenagers, was yearning to be more independent which meant constantly disregarding your instructions on what to do at work.

You were irritated beyond belief with her constantly arguing with you. You couldn’t even really fully pay attention as Mila smacked your arm with the rag. When you saw her from outside the shop, this time around she came with company. You were in the midst of a bicker with her because she didn’t wipe down a table like you had told her to when you saw Violet coming in with a little girl walking beside her.

You gasp at her childish antics, pinching her arm but then shushing her as you tight-lipped smile at Violet as she approaches the familiar display case. You try not to frown at the sight of her bandaged nose and small bruise sitting right on the apple of her cheek. Her outfit is similar from the last time you saw her except a simple oil-black hoodie with those same joggers. You even saw a bit of wrapped bandages on her hands peeking out from the sleeves.

Was she jumped or something?

“There are only, like, two people here and they’re sitting outside,” your sister whisper-shouts at you, plastering on a fake smile at the new customers. “Hi! Welcome in.”

Violet glances at Mila when she straightens her back, placing a gentle hand on the back of the child’s back to guide her to the display of new and fresh treats for the day. She places her little hands on the glass as she very eagerly bounces on the soles of her worn in dark blue tennis shoes.

“Hi! Violet, you’re back.” You turn to your sister and sneer quietly. “Clean the tables. Now, please.”

Mila gives Violet a once-over and you a narrow glare as she grumbles a ‘fine’ as she rounds the corner to go and wipe down the crumb and dust filled tables.

��Hey. You can call me Vi, by the way. I, uh, was with my sister for the day and she wanted to try this place. I gave her some of my danish and she went crazy.” Violet motioned to the child just a few feet below her, chuckling at her gazing hungrily at the sweets.

“Well, Vi, I’m glad to hear,” you lean your head to the side to get a good look at her sister.

She had a wild head of short waves, a small gap in between her two front teeth. Her outfit made her ten times more adorable; a plain white Henley long sleeve with a pair of overalls. Her big hazel eyes stared at you patiently.

“Hi, cutie. Do you see one that you like?” You question her with a friendly smile.

Her adorable face scrunches up in thought, stepping back to look at her choices. She turns her head to her older sister before pointing at a strawberry muffin and raising her hands to sign what you believe is ASL. You curse yourself for not knowing what she was telling the pink haired stranger.

“She wants to smell the strawberry muffin,” Vi chuckles. “I told her about how you let me smell my danish first before buying it.”

“Okay, I can do that for you. What’s her name?” You question, hoping it didn’t come off as offensive.

“Isha. She doesn’t talk much,” Vi raised a bandaged hand to settle on her light brown waves on her head, ruffling the strands.

“Well, Miss Isha,” you focus your attention on her once again, watching her bounce on the balls on her feet with excitement. You grab your trusty metal tongs to grab the muffin and place it on a soft blue ceramic plate to set it down on the counter area of your register set-up for her to smell. “Here you go. Let me know if you want to smell anything else.”

Your heart grows tenfold as Vi quietly tells Isha to not shove her nose into the muffin, smiling at her sister as she hovers close to the pastry.

“Is she the one who ate the pink donut?” You turn your attention to Vi, raising your brows as you adjust your flyaways from your bubble braid.

Pretty blue eyes flickering to yours, her brows twitch as if she was shocked that you remembered such a minuscule detail.

“No, that was my other sister,” she shakes her head. “Isha was actually very angry with me when I came home with no cupcakes or muffins for her so I’m making it up to her.”

You watch her scrunch up her bruised bridge of her nose for a second as Isha signs something else to her. Vi playfully rolls her eyes with a sigh as she turns to you with another wince.

“Can she eat this now? She has an impatient appetite.”

You chuckle with a nod as you hand the plate to her, muttering a ‘careful, sweetie’ to Isha who beams up at you. She scurries over to a small round table to hop up on the seat to divulge. Now that it was just you and Vi standing in front of each other.

“Hey, are you okay?” You ask softly, eyes flicking to each injury on her gorgeous face.

Confused about your concern for her, her brows furrow for a moment. You watch her turn around to make sure Isha was all good, hounding down the muffin with crumbs falling from her mouth to the ground.

“Oh, yeah,” Vi shook her head, waving at you off as she grins sweetly. “I work at a kick-boxing studio and some of the kids can get aggressive. I’m okay, though, trust me. I’ve taken more than a few hits to the head.”

That explains the injuries and the bandaged hands. Of course, she was a kick-boxer. Her physique gave that away but what did you know? Isha was distracted with her muffin so you were able to converse with her, get to know her a little more so your gram would stop asking you if that cute pink haired girl came in again.

“Really? Where at?” You hum.

“It’s like fifteen minutes from here. Why? You want to come see kids beat me up?” She teases, folding her arms over her chest.

You hum with a nod, walking around the counter to place a napkin on the table so Isha could wipe her face to be rid of the sticky crumbs on her face. “Yeah, that’s exactly why. Because I’m a masochist.”

An actual laugh left her plush lips as she shook her head, eyes following you as you face her now. If Gram could see you now. Well, she was probably watching you from the security cameras in the back room with an evil smile.

“You know, I meant to ask. Do you make custom cakes?” Vi leans back to rest her lower back on the countertop where your register was, crossing her legs and shoving her hands into the pocket of her hoodie.

She really just looks like that, you thought to yourself.

“We do, yeah. Is your birthday coming up?” You look at her with raised brows.

Vi shakes her head, pointing to the little girl behind you. “No. Her birthday is next week and my family is throwing her a zoo themed birthday party.”

You awe out loud at the thought.

“That’s so cute. Yeah, I can— I mean, we can do that,” you shake your head as you correct yourself, hoping she didn’t catch your desperate slip-up.

Isha stands up from her table, dusting off the crumbs from her overalls. She walks over to you to hand you the plate, signing ‘thank you’ to you. You pause for a moment before hesitantly signing back ‘you’re welcome’ slowly, not sure if you were doing it right. You knew the basics but weren’t extremely educated on ASL. After today, though, you were determined to brush up on it.

Isha eyes brighten at you signing back to her. She turns to Vi with a smile so wide, you swore her cheeks would split open. She nods down at Isha, ruffling her hair once again as she reaches for her pocket to retrieve her wallet.

“Shit, sorry, how much do I owe you for the muffin?” Vi shuffles through the bills in her wallet.

“No, no. You’re… good. Don’t worry about it.” You wave her off, shaking your head.

Vi pauses before scoffing, attempting to shove the money into your palms. “I’m paying for the muffin.”

“Seriously. It’s one muffin, Vi. Plus, a little early birthday present for Isha.” You shove the bills into her hands once again, gripping onto her hands to make sure she doesn’t try to give them back.

Vi glances down at your gentle hands around hers. Reluctantly taking the money back, she takes the bills before shoving them back into the crease of her wallet. You try not to focus on how slightly bigger her hands were from yours; how surprisingly soft her knuckles were.

Isha seems to become impatient now with her elder sister, reaching up to tug on two of her fingers. Vi nods down to her, muttering a soft ‘okay, okay’.

“Thank you for that, by the way. And if it's not too much trouble for you, cupcake, can I get your number?” Vi questions as she takes Isha’s hand in hers. “You know, for any questions about what the cake should look like and what flavor it could be.”

Your brows furrow at her words before nodding, pursing your lips to repress the smile creeping onto your face. Cupcake. You like that nickname coming from her lips.

“Right! Yes, um,” you walk over to the counter to grab a sticky note and a pen to scribble down your personal number. “Here. Call or text me with all the information.”

You place the small yellow piece of paper into her palm that wasn’t holding Isha’s. She takes it in between her pointer and middle fingers, nodding with a confident smile.

“I will. See you, cupcake.”

“See you, Vi. Bye, sweetheart,” you bend down ever so slightly to wave at Isha.

The adorable girl waves her free hand at you with a just as cute toothy smile on her face. You excused it as a sugar rush as they walk away from you, hand in hand as they leave the store. Vi turns her head to give you one more glance before Isha is tugging her down the sidewalk.

Mila angrily stormed up to you the second they left and raised her hand with the rag to smack you on the forearm. You gasp and snatch the weapon away from her, pointing a finger in her face.

“What the hell? Stop hitting me with this,” you sneer.

“I’m wiping down tables and you’re flirting? How the hell is that fair?” Mila quips back as she folds her arms in front of her chest.

“I wasn’t flirting. I was taking a cake order, by the way, so you can stop whining.” You roll your eyes as you walk back around to the counter.

Mila sucks in a deep breath before shaking her head.

“Really? So what was that whole,” your sister cleared her throat, sucking in a deep breath. “Giving her your personal number when you could’ve just given her the store's number?”

You pause your movements of wiping down the counter from behind the register, thinking about it for a moment. You knew why. You just hated your sister being all in your business.

“Okay, what is it to you?” You get defensive. “I can’t… make new friends?”

Mila merely snorts before rolling her eyes.

“Sure. You definitely only want to be friends with her.”

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forever is a feeling ♾️ l.sk [m]

synopsis: your 'stay-at-home' husband knows your job means a lot to you, but he knows he means twice as much. genre: established relationship au ; fluff, sprinkle of angst, suggestive. pairing: husband!lee seokmin x fem!wife!reader word count: 1.7k rating: 18+. minors do not interact. warnings: ...okay so seokmin is a liar BUT JUST TRUST ME? reader works a lot, reader is tired. reader is slightly self-depricating but this is literally lee seokmin, that doesn't fly here aaaand kissing ! maybe some soft petting. what to listen to: is this love - xg ; every kind of way - h.e.r ; nothing's gonna hurt you baby - cigarettes after sex. author's note: this was originally going to be much longer but sometimes you just gotta shut the hell up! seokmin, my boy <3 welcome to the haologram blog, and i hope you enjoy this little thing.

YOUR SHOES MAKE A SOUND WHEN YOU ENTER THE APARTMENT.

It doesn't matter where Seokmin is, he hears it. Not the door, not the sound of your bag hitting the floor in defeat. He hears your shoes, the click of the low heel on the foyer tile before you stand still for two minutes and twenty seconds. He'll hear the soft thud of them being kicked off, and he can feel the tension in your calves dissipate as he closes his eyes. He'll remember the way you roll your ankles twice to the right, once to the left before you sigh.

Tonight? The burgundy loafers you wore to work are sticky against the tile – they're never sticky, they're slippery. He's in the home office, slotted deep into the recliner you'd kept from your college days. The worn leather feels like you – it feels well loved.

Your sigh bounces off the walls, before the sound of your shoes being kicked off rings in the foyer. Your bag hits the floor once more, and the thwip of your coat being haphazardly pulled off is heard.

The patter of your feet on the carpet isn't as distinguishable. He waits quietly, slotting a Taco Bell receipt into the book he's reading to hold his place. He hears the jingle of your bracelets against each other as your hand grabs the knob of the bedroom door, twisting carefully.

You're shuffling around, he can hear you still. Muttering something unintelligible as you likely pluck at the buttons of your blouse, or the buckle of your belt. He hears the drag of the heavy mahogany drawers, the creak of the hamper, the jingle of your jewelry box. He hears another sigh, bitter on your tongue as the bedroom door opens.

You clear your throat softly, but say nothing as you walk into the hallway bathroom. Clunking of bottles, running water, the soft clank of your toothbrush against the marble holder. The click of the light switch.

Your fingers rap softly against the office door, and he hears the thump of your forehead on the wood.

"Seok? Please, please tell me you're home."

You open the door with your eyes screwed shut, your breathing shaky as he peers at you. "Seok?" "I'm here, baby."

You nod silently, closing the office door behind you. The lock clicks quietly, and he watches the way your fists clench slightly. His eyes trail you carefully – his t-shirt, his boxer shorts, his socks.

Wedding bands on your left hand, and the watch he bought you in college on your right wrist.

You're tired. You're defeated, you're solemn. He lets you approach him on nights like this. It's like approaching a deer: any sudden movements could make you flinch, could make you swallow your horrible day and just ask if he wants dinner. Of course he wants dinner, but he doesn't want to eat dinner when you're not okay. It's not the same, eating with you when you're not really there.

"Can I–" "Yes. Come." He slides the book onto the side table, his eyes glued to you as you slink his way. Your shoulders are tense as his knees brush yours, your foot pushing his ankle and making him press them together. Your legs slide on either side of his, his hands ghosting over your skin. He doesn't touch you, not yet.

You settle carefully in his lap, your arms gently wrapping around his shoulders. He settles his palms against your thighs as your body sags in his hold. Your lips brush his temple, before you settle your face into the crook of his neck. He leans his head back against the recliner, letting you nose at the skin. He lets his skin prickle as you press a kiss to the dip of his shoulder.

His hands slide up and down your thighs softly, "Hi." "Mmh."  "Long day?" "Mmh." He smiles inwardly as you move impossibly closer to him, his fingers barely breaching the hem of his boxers on your body. "I love you." "I love you, honey." "She speaks." "Mmh, barely." It's okay. It's okay that you don't want to say anything, that you just want to float in the endorphin rush of being held softly, tenderly by your husband. It's okay that you just settle into him, like a puzzle piece, because the feeling of you is a feeling of forever.

"Dinner?" "Mmh." "Wonderful, I also want pizza. God, baby, you just get me." "Mmh."

He feels your lips curl against his skin, his fingers squeezing your hip softly. "Missed you today, you know. Didn't get my kiss this morning." "Mmh, I'm sorry." "You should be, you've been gone for fourteen hours. So long without my girl." "Mmh. Mmh?" "Yes, yes I did take the trash out." Your lips brush against his clavicle, making him gasp.

"You're evil." "Mmh?" "...Okay, I also did the laundry. And I washed your green sweater, the one with the star on the shoulder." You nod, trailing your lips up his neck, your teeth nipping at his earlobe. He shudders, patting the side of your leg. "Stop." "Tell me more about the things you did today." "You just wanna get in my pants. You won't even eat dinner with me."

You scoff, landing a soft smack to his shoulder as you push back to look at him. He smiles, his hands squeezing your thighs softly. 

"You're pretty." "So are you." "Oh, you like me so much." "I do." You roll your eyes, your hands rubbing his shoulders lightly. You cradle his face softly, "I like you so much, I think I love you." "You think?" "I know." "Oh, you should marry me then." "I should, shouldn't I? But who wants a wife that leaves at six in the morning and gets home at eight at night and complains about how her feet hurt–" His hands move to your wrists, pulling them off his face and interlacing your fingers with his.

"I do. I want a wife who works hard for the things that she wants. I want a wife who lets me rub her legs all night long and not just because her feet hurt. I want a wife who likes to eat an entire pint of Ben & Jerry's Half Baked in one sitting, I want a wife who just says mmh, and I understand. I want a wife, matter of fact, who tries to sneak into the house every night as if I'm not just waiting for her to get home like a devoted dog. I. Want. You." "Devoted husband." You attempt to correct him, but he only plants a kiss on your cheeks.

"You keep this roof over our heads, you keep us warm, clean, fed. I don't like that you're gone for so long, but you insist you don't need help. I can't force you to let me help you, but I can and I will always try and make things easier for you. Even if that means I make breakfast you forget on the table, or if I press your slacks at the ass crack of dawn." Your lip is jutted in a pout, trembling slightly as he leans forward.

"I love you, okay? I'd do anything for you, forever." "Even if I forget to give you a kiss goodbye and I accidentally hit you in the face when I move in my sleep?" "Even then. You know, you last kissed me at nine yesterday. It is..eight-fifty-two." "Wow, you're a trooper." You nod, resting your forehead against his, closing your eyes. "So brave, so strong." "It is eight-fifty-three." "Mmh?" "You just want me to kiss you first." "Mmh." He rolls his eyes, brushing his lips against yours. "I missed you, baby." He doesn't let you respond, kissing you softly. You smile into the kiss, moving his hands to your waist. His fingers grip the back of your shirt before splaying across your hips, feeling your tongue gently lick into his mouth.

"Nope, don't. We need to have dinner before we–" "I have three weeks of paid vacation time starting on Monday, we can literally have dinner any other time." He gapes, "You're kidding. That's literally, like, forever." "Forever is a feeling, you know. So…do you still want to have dinner now?" "...You know that we should, right?"

You only giggle as he peppers your skin in kisses, sighing before you run your hands through his hair. "Fine, fine. We'll have dinner. But–" "Yes, we can fool around while we wait for the delivery." "Mmh?" "And I'll rub your feet after." "You are an angel." And yet another night goes on, with Seokmin proving once more that forever is, in fact, a feeling. Sure, you'll be in his hands for three solid weeks – right in reach, melting for him over and over again. And sure, he'll miss you terribly when you inevitably go back to work, for fourteen hours a day. A fourteen-hour day where he cleans the entire apartment from crown molding to baseboards, where he shops for groceries, where he preps your lunches for the week.

A fourteen-hour day where he silently, secretly, works from home.

A secret you won't ever know about, not until you're ready to admit you want help. So he'll save the money, he'll keep quiet about the stress in his back. He'll rise with the sun, he'll kiss you goodbye every morning. He'll miss you, he'll yearn for the smell of your face cream until you lie down next to him at night, he'll hope the hours go by fast and he'll feel the weight of your leg on his hips as you fall asleep.

And he'll listen for your shoes, for the noises they'll make when you step into the apartment. 

It won't matter where Seokmin is, he'll hear it. He'll hear the comfort of it, of you finally coming home to him.

Not the sound of the door, not the sound of your bag hitting the floor in defeat. He'll hear your shoes, the click of the low heel on the foyer tile before you stand still for two minutes and twenty seconds to realize that you are home. He'll hear the soft thud of them being kicked off, and he will feel the tension in your calves dissipate as he closes his eyes. He'll remember the way you roll your ankles twice to the right, once to the left before you sigh.

It's all a routine, and a routine he's going to love forever.

After all…forever is a feeling.

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Home At Last

Pairing — Yoon Jeonghan x afab!Reader x Choi Seungcheol

Summary — Jeonghan couldn't wait coming home to his loved ones. Especially when this was what was waiting for him...

Genre — smut, established relationship, idol!au

Warnings — penetrative sex, unprotected sex (be safe babes), fingering, heavy makeout session, tell me if i missed sumn

Word Count — 1.1k

Rating — nsfw

Disclaimer: this fic is written and copyrighted by ©soo0hee on tumblr. do not rewrite or repost on any other plattforms without my permission.

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED!

A/N — This was very heavily inspired by one of the daily thot discussions i had with @svtiddiess , you're welcome babe and no, i still can't write smut ;D

Shivering, your eyes fell shut. The gentle touch of Jeonghans fingers trailing down the skin of your back, slow and barely there, down your spine as you stood in the middle of your bed room.

The giant window gave you an amazing view of the city of Seoul. A view you weren’t able to concentrate on at the moment.

Dressed only in the dress shirt of one of your boyfriends and a black pair of lace underwear you had their focus solely on you.

“God you drive me insane my love…” Jeonghan whispered against the shell of your ear, making you swallow down the breathy moan that had threatened to escape. “Such a good girl for us, our lovely baby…”

“Hannie…” you whined, not able to form coherent words when his lips met the sensitive skin of your neck. Dark marks were covering your throat, blooming in a beautiful combination of blue and purple Seungcheol had left just a few hours before.

The rapper was watching his lovers with dark eyes from the bed, perched up against the headboard and a hard on standing tall in his boxers.

“Always so good for us.” He almost growled and you swore you could feel your knees shaking at his raspy tone.

“Did you miss me, baby? Missed how my fingers felt while I was away?” Jeonghan pressed another kiss to your throat, arms wrapping around your form from behind.

You nodded quickly.

Yes, you had.

Not having Jeonghan for the last few weeks had taken a toll on you. Of course you had Seungcheol but both you and the leader knew that your little trio was only really complete when it was the 3 of you.

And now that he had finished his base training, he was finally home again.

Seungcheol hadn’t told you about Jeonghan coming home, wanting to surprise you and god did he not regret it. The happy spark that brightened your eyes when Jeonghan walked in were well worth it.

“Good, because I missed you too.”

He stirred you towards the bed.

Seungcheol thoroughly enjoyed the sight. His shirt hanging off of your shoulders and his boyfriend kissing every inch he could reach while leading you to him had his dick twitching.

He reached for your hand, waiting for you to take it.

“Hello pretty girl.” He hummed watching you crawl on the bed and to him. He groaned when you settled on his lap, pantie clad pussy settling right on his dick. The thin fabric of your and his underwear the only thing separating you.

Jeonghan shrugged of the black silk robe he had been wearing, revealing his naked body underneath before joining you and his leader and lover. The shirt you were wearing fell to the floor beside the bed.

You moaned, the friction of you grinding against Seungcheol sent heat up your spine and caused another loud tortured groan from them man underneath you.

“Do you hear that, my love? Hear how good you’re making Cheol feel?” Jeonghan mumbled against your skin, never quite stopping his kisses while cupping your breast from behind, thumb flicking against your nipples.

You keened into the kiss you shared with Seungcheol.

“Please fuck me?” you gasped out, soaking wet.

Both men chuckled and let their eyes meet over your shoulder.

“Do you hear that Hannie? Our baby want us to fuck her… think we can do that?”

Jumping out of your skin when Jeonghan cupped your damp pussy with his hand, fingers rubbing your clit through your panties. “Can’t wait to be inside of our good girl again. Missed fucking her so much.”

The way they talked to each other like you weren’t even there left you breathless. Like you were nothing but a dumb toy for them to use as they pleased.

Soon you were all three stark naked, Seungcheols dick fucking into you with vigor. His big hands on your waist, helping you bounce on him with Jeonghan enjoying the show, hand jerking himself and raveling in the noises that left your mouth at having your boyfriend hit that special spot inside you dead on with every thrust of his hips.

Your high pitched, breaths paired with Seungcheouls low grunts was music to his ears.

Jeonghan felt himself grow impatient.

He had been away for weeks, depriving himself of the sweet noises you made when they had you falling apart in between you. Depriving himself of the faces of pure pleasure you made when him and his boyfriend had you at their mercy. Depriving himself of the warmth he felt when he was with the 2 people he love most…

“Think you can handle us both baby?”

You whined when the leader stopped thrusting, eyes snapping over to Jeonghan who was watching you like you were his pray.

“Of course she can, right sweet girl?” Seungcheol said and lifted you of his member to turn you around before sinking back into you.

He knew that Jeonghan wanted to see your face when he fucked you and he was unwilling to deprive the other of this pleasure.

Jeonghan finally claimed your mouth with his. His kiss oh so different compared with your other boyfriend but just as hot. Where Seungcheol was wild and rough, Jeonghan was sinful and sensual, a mix that balanced each other so well that you felt like you could cum just thinking about it.

“Ready?” he asked and lined his dick alongside his partners before slowly pushing in. Your head fell back at the sensation of being split open on 2 cocks simultaneously.

You felt Seungcheols hand on your thoat and clenched around them both, causing them to moan loudly at the sensation, making Jeonghan lose his cool and thrust in. The wetness between your legs making it a smooth glide and you almost came on the spot.

“Ah-hh, mommy pl-lease!” you pleaded for them to ruin you.

Neither of the men could hold themselfes back anymore. They started ghrusting with a sense of desperation they hadn’t felt in a while and you reached for something to hold onto while being at their complete mercy for the moment.

They could feel you tightening around them, thrusts growing erratic as all 3 of you hurtled towards your releases.

“Cum for Mommy and Daddy.”

Hearing Seungcheol rasp into your ear was like opening the flood gates. You came hard, followed right by them spilling their seed deep into your pussy while riding out the high.

Drops of sweat had started collecting on your forehead, yet neither of them hesitated to place calming kisses to the skin there as they showered you with praise.

“Did so well, for us. Such a good girl, taking both of us like a champ.”

“You’re finally home…”

Both smiled down at you and Jeonghan sighed in relief. The stress of the last weeks falling of his shoulders.

“Yes, I am.”

[bunny-jpeg]

boxers

simon 'ghost' riley

cw: smut/pwp, boxing au, boxer!simon, injury/bruises, protective!simon, size difference, unprotected sex, cowgirl position, gentle sex, simon luvs his missus,

you liked strong men. strong however was a broad definition. thought a man could be strong in a lot of ways, not just physical. strong convictions, strong emotionally, there were many examples.

but when you started seeing simon, you were enthralled by his physical strength. he wasn't some eight pack having, dehydrated mess. he was bulky, which was good for what he did.

punch the living daylights out of other boxers.

wide shoulders, a softness in his stomach, strong arms with one lined with tattoos. not to mention those thighs, he could crush a watermelon with them if you asked nicely (no, he wasn't going to crush your head). the facial scars add a scary look as did those dark eyes of his.

despite it, simon was a total sap.

at least to you, no one else. god forbid johnny or any of the others. but when it was just the two of you, he was a big puppy. you once described him as a huge german shepherd who thought he was a lap dog.

simon simply said, "just be glad i don't wanna sit on your lap, love. i'll break ya." then pulled you to him to give you a kiss on the forehead. he'd never hurt you though, he'd rather take his own life than yours.

and you loved him back, even with his loud snoring, you still adored him. you thought that he was the perfect boyfriend. which was why it hurt so much when he came home late at night with bruises on his face.

"si."

he dropped his bag and let you get in his arms. he kissed the top of your head lovingly. and welcomed your embrace. the man had enough fractures and scars. so to see another shiny bruise only left you feeling sad.

you brought him to the kitchen by his hand and sat him down at the kitchen table. he looked so large in the small space, which really highlighted your size difference.

"c'mon, pretty thing." he said as held out his arms to you.

you looked over your shoulder from the freezer, "give me a second, honey. i need to find the frozen peas."

simon groaned. he wanted to touch his woman. he cursed the universe that the frozen peas were in the back of the freezer. you managed to grab the bag before you turned to your boyfriend.

you sat in his lap and pressed the frozen vegetable to his bruised face, "poor baby." you cooed as you gave the bag to him.

he hissed a little at the feeling of it against the heat of the bruise. you rested your head on top of his and held him close to your chest

"do i need to talk to anyone?"

he chuckled, "no, love. i just need you right now. i wanna feel my woman." he nuzzled up against your chest. he even kissed the little gold chain around your neck.

eventually the peas started to melt and you put them back in the freezer. however with your back turned to your lover, you didn't notice his approach towards you.

he cornered you against the fridge with his large, scarred hands on your hips. he let out a shudder, "i need you." his voice sounded a little strained.

you swallowed as you kept your hands on the front of the fridge. you could feel his cock pressed against your ass. the rush was the fight was wearing off, but he needed another release.

"you could've just asked, riley."

he curved his back over you to lean in to kiss your neck. his hands traveled north to your breasts and groped them. the flesh filled his hands, his grip was a little rough. but, you didn't mind that.

"i know, love. but i couldn't find the words. i just needed you." his voice was like driving over gravel. it left you hot all over.

you blushed a bit at his words. you turned so you front was facing him. you took his face in your hands and brought him in to kiss his bruise. you said, "si-"

"please." he said as he curled an arm around you middle and brought you closer to him. your hands were splayed across his broad chest. he pulled you into a kiss and you had to get on your tip-toes to meet his lips.

he held you by your middle, his strong arms draped around your waist. he groaned against the kiss, "mine." his voice was as light as it could be.

you really had no choice. it was either you fucked on the bed or up against the fridge. and you knew the landlord would not want to deal with that. so you got out of your boxer boyfriend's grasp and took him by the hand. then you practically dragged him to your shared bedroom.

his eyes were on you as you walked. he felt his cock stir in his pants. you were just so good to him. you were the perfect girl for him. it made him smirk to himself even if it did hurt a little.

he watched your beautiful body on display for him as you tugged off the oversized shirt (that belonged to simon) and baggy sweatpants (that were yours, because his were two sizes too big!). he put his hands on your hips, feeling the softness under his finger tips.

he leaned in a down at you and kissed your cheek. he squeezed your hips and groaned against you, "pretty girl." you trailed your fingers through his blond hair.

your core throbbed for him, your heart leapt when he got a better grip on you and almost tossed you onto the bed. you bounced a little and laughed. "simon! no need!"

"i need ya love, you were takin' too long." he quickly got his shirt off. he hit his nose in the hustle of it all, but was too wrapped up in his deep lust for you that he didn't even wince at the pain, "c'mon, love. either you get them off, or i'm rippin' em of!"

usually he liked to slowly take off your bra and panties, but tonight was an inferno. a huge fire that burned in his core. his heart thumped as he go the buckle of his belt off and he slid the leather off from his waist. he watched you hastily get your underwear off and laid underneath him.

"i wanna see my girl on top." he said as he leaned in for a searing kiss and grabbed you to put you on top of him while he laid on the bed. you were both naked, two pieces of the same puzzle.

you moved so your pussy brushed up against him. he let out a choked groan as you didn't fully sink down him. he could feel his heart up into his throat.

it should be illegal for you to do that, and punishment for it is to get dicked down for five hours.

"like that, si?"

"if i wasn't so worry about breakin' ya, you'd already be ridin' it." he loved when you were on top. the sight of your eyes on him as you hold onto him for a leverage as you rode him.

"si." you smiled as you splayed your hands on his chest and sank down onto his cock. you could feel your heart in your throat as you sank yourself down on his impressive size. you choked out a moan and felt the pleasure pollute your head.

"that's it, baby girl." he said softly. his voice was a rumble in the back of your head like thunder. he guided your hips. he wanted to see close to his missus.

your big scary boyfriend. close to being the number one fighter in the league. the big shot. the ghost. there he laid under you, his eyes closed and his body melting into the bed. his hands your hips as he slowly guided them up and down. your cunt felt like a comfortable vice around him, he could hear the hitch in your breathing when he hit just the right spot.

what a beauty, the most loveliest woman he had ever laid his eyes on. that's why you were his woman, the only one he wanted. through hell and high water, to the moon and back. he kept his hand steady on your waist as you moved up and down on his cock.

you could hear your heart thumping in your ears from the blood rush of having sex with him. the most handsome man you ever had the privilege of loving. you held onto him for support as you raised and lowered your hips against pelvis.

you felt the curl of pleasure in your gut as his cock prodded at your most intimate parts. he felt so right. that was your man, as you leaned in and kissed him on the lips, you felt the inferno in your gut.

you felt hot and heavy all over, you felt the rush of pleasure echo through your body as you moved against him. he was your simon, the bloodied boxer, the ghost of the ring. he came home to you every night, he kissed you until you fell asleep in his arms, he brought you home flowers on tuesdays and always cooked dinner on sundays.

that was your charming bloke who punched people for a living. with his scars on his cheeks and lips, the crookedness of his nose, those piercing brown eyes and all the love he could give you. while he didn't believe it was much, it was more than you ever wanted.

"si"

"love."

you pulled him in for another hot kiss as you bounced more on his cock. the stabbing of his cock in you made you feel lightheaded, there was so much to fit in you. everything about simon felt big, from the meat on his shoulders to the width of them. his strong arms that were now wrapped around your middle, to of course his cock that was filling any gap in your pussy.

you dug your nails into his tanned skin and you let out a loud moan as simon clutched onto you and continued to push his cock up into you. it made you see stars as he moved.

"that's my woman." he huffed, "bright beauty." his voice drew as he bounced you on his cock. even if the pain in his face was still there, the sight and feeling of you around his cock managed to dull the pain. who thought pussy was a good cure for a bruise.

he pulled you closer to him, until your chest was against his. simon bent his knees and got a different angle to hit the back of your soaked cunt, "been thinkin' about my missus all evening. probably why my game got thrown off. was thinkin' about this sweet treat rather than johnny's punches." he chuckled as he managed to fuck you faster.

you whined, you didn't want to be the cause of simon getting hurt. but he quieted you down with a searing kiss. he didn't need to hear that, he wanted to hear your pussy getting fucked by him.

the angle made your head a little dizzy as you tried to keep some more of control. but it was too late, simon had already dominated your little pussy yet again. it was alright though, the feeling left shivers through your body.

he continued to make out with you, the kisses were sloppy and needy. it made your cunt ache as he rocked into you. the bed shifted under you two as you continued to make love.

simon loved you. he'd never hurt a hair on your head, even a chipped nail was a cause of concern for him. he kissed at you hot face as he felt you grow tense around him.

a few hard thrusts later and you were clamping down on him, orgasm pulled from you and you felt hot all over. the pleasure left your head swimming. you panted wildly as he continued to move against you.

he gave you filthy praise as he felt his own orgasm come over him. with a heavy thrust into you, he slammed his cock all the way into you and finished. spurts of cum hit the inside of your pussy and he left out a harsh grunt.

he dropped his arms down onto the bed and laid fully out. you clung to him and his cum clung to your pussy lips. you both laid there, basking in each other's embrace.

you leaned up and kissed him gently on his bruise, "my boxer." your fingers dragged down his chest, "you have to be careful. i hate when my man gets hurt." you kissed him on the cheek under the bruise, "i need you to come back to me in one piece."

simon's cock soon slipped out of your pussy and you softly kissed him on the lips. he said to you between kisses, "i always come home to my love. i love you so much." his words were like honey that melted to your core.

you laid in each other's hold. he had been a fighter all his life, but now he was simply yours. wrapped up in the comforts of bed, the bruises would heal but your love for him would be eternal. <3

[nnight-dances]

ONE KISS, ONE LOVE

PAIRING: park wonbin x fem!reader

GENRE: fluff, hurt/comfort, suggestive dialogue but nothing explicit

TROPES: established relationship!au, idol!wonbin, age gap vibes but no real mention, reader babies wonbin like he deserves to be, texts at the end, just sickening sweet stuff

WATCH: wonbin's night routine

NOTE: inspired by the video above! once again, these wonbin fics write themselves ... he might be my favorite boy to write rn or maybe that's just my way of coping!! anyway don't be surprised if i just start spamming u with the wonbin fics i just have too many good ideas. but they're all gonna be set in this same established relationship style, he's just so bf coded lol... anyway, enjoy <3

you've been in bed for a good twenty, clad in cream pyjamas and skincare intact, when you hear the frontdoor open – signalling your boyfriend, wonbin's arrival. you pause the video you're watching on your phone and sit up to greet him, "bin? welcome home." his heavy footsteps stop where his figure finally comes into your view.

wonbin looks wiped out, no doubt, eyes shadowed by his somnolent lashes. he stares at you for a moment before humming, the sound halfway between a thank god you're here and i could die right now. he peels his layers off with speed, black leather jacket hung up on the tree-shaped rack near your closet and his other outerwear finding its place on the small cabinet next to it.

you watch fondly as even in his fatigue, he patiently makes sure no outside clothes pollute the bed. as soon as he's in nothing but his white tee and boxers though, he jumps onto you, deflating the air out of you like a body pillow.

"hello," he mumbles, face disappearing into your chest where he snuggles closer. 

"hi, love," you welcome him warmly, fingers carding through his hair as a force of habit. you breathe against his limp body, letting him unwind on top of you as he often does. it's a silent activity, a night routine of sorts for wonbin on his longest days. he'd trudge home and settle close to you, wordlessly like a cat looking for soothing. 

sometimes, you talked to him about your day and he'd hum along, eyes on yours telling all you needed to hear. other times, you would go back to doing whatever you were doing – watching a show, playing a game, or talking to a friend – while he recharged. he even insisted it worked best when you were just doing your own thing.

today, you do neither. setting your phone aside, you occupy yourself with wonbin himself, first meandering through his charcoal hair and then trailing down to his neck, tracing hearts and stars into his skin. you can feel him relaxing under your touch, his face finally coming back into your vision. 

"tired," wonbin says, voice coarser than ever. "need to sleep." 

"i know, baby," you croon, "wanna wash up first?"

he shakes his head adamantly, "no. sleepy."

you laugh softly, "angel, i'm sure you are but you can't sleep with your makeup on, can you?"

"had a few drinks with taro hyung," he murmurs as if that explains his behavior.

"really? you had time after practice?"

"he snuck it into practice. beer after all that sweating was nice."

"wow, look at you," you muse, hand brushing his bangs out of his eyes, "you sound like an old man."

"i am," wonbin pouts, "let the old man go to sleep."

"sorry, love, i can't do that," you say.

"rude."

"say what you will," you sit up fully, pulling your sluggish boyfriend with you. ignoring his groans, you kiss his nose, "wash up, okay? can't have my rockstar breaking out because he was too lazy to wash his face before bed."

he groans again but this time it's an endearment, his kiss on your cheek disguising his smile. "but i can't move, y/n. please."

"i'll help you," you snake out of the sheets, squatting as you heave wonbin out as well. he stands up unwillingly, head wilting like a sad flower. you laugh, pulling him toward the washroom, "will you listen if i do all the work?"

that gets the job done alright because two minutes later, wonbin's settled against the sink with you between his legs. you crane around his tall limbs to reach for his products, having memorized his night skincare by now. 

cleansing balm in hand, you carefully cover every inch of his face, the makeup turning into oil gradually. "okay, babe, now rinse your face for me."

"you said you'd do all the work!" he complains without missing a beat. 

you glare at him, "i can't possibly wash your face without making a mess of both of us."

"sounds like an excuse to me."

sulking, he turns around, washing the balm off. next, you go in with his foam cleanser, gently circling his cheeks and forehead. despite all his earlier declarations, he watches you attentively, his hand loosely clasped around your waist to keep you in place. you have to scold him midway at one point when he gets cheeky and sneaks a hand down your pyjamas, feeling the hem of your panties. 

eventually, you dry his face off with a hand towel. "there," you peck his cheek, "all clean."

when he doesn't let go of your waist, you raise a brow at him. "you only love me when i'm clean," he scowls, "don't you?"

you narrow your eyes at his tantrum, "i think you're forgetting how i'm sacrificing my screen time before bed to clean you up right now."

he looks unconvinced as he tails you out of the bathroom. he's about to throw himself back onto the bed when you stop him by his hand. "change first," you explain, pulling out fresh pyjamas and throwing them at him. 

wonbin stands idly and it's only when he starts raising his arms up that you realize he wants you to do it. you sigh, "bin, you're such a baby today." but you smile as you pull his shirt off, disregarding the way he instantly flexes when he catches a glimpse of himself in the mirror. slipping his pyjamas on, a piece at a time, you clap when he's done.

"i would make a great mother," you pat yourself on the back.

"you can adopt me if you want," he shrugs and you snicker, "i don't think i need to." 

"you want anything to eat before you sleep?" you ask as if you hadn't quite literally brushed his teeth. "chocolate," he says without any conviction and you roll your eyes at him, watching as he launches himself at the bed.

"quick, come here," wonbin whines. you pad over to your side of the bed and join him, giggling when his body curls around you instantly. his nose finds its indent against your neck this time, cold and fresh. 

for a minute, you think that's all you'll hear out of your boyfriend for the night. but it's just as you're about to reach for your phone when he speaks up again, "sorry if i'm boring."

you're not sure if your ears hear right, "what?"

but his voice is solemn, "...i'm probably kinda boring lately. so i'm sorry."

you turn on your side to face him completely, hand coming to rest against his cheek. "bin, you idiot. you coming home is the best part of my day."

"really? even though i'm too dead to do anything?" he perks up but his eyes gloomy, "we don't even fuck anymore. or go to the movies. or go out at all."

you laugh, "you're making us sound like an old couple on the verge of divorce, baby. you're just busier because of your comeback! i'm so excited and you should be, too."

"i am. but i don't want bore you."

"you don't, though. i'm lucky enough i get to see you at night and take care of you when i can. plus, it's not like you won't have more time after your promotions, right? we can do everything you want then."

wonbin blinks at you, his cool hand finally coming to meet yours where it was still caressing his cheek. he kisses your palm, "thank you. i'm glad."

"of course, love. now, go to sleep or you'll regret it tomorrow," you chirp, rolling over and shutting the lights off quickly.

"...you really would be a great mom," wonbin laughs at your behavior. 

"good night, wonbin."

"good night, mom."

you hit his arm at his brazenness but when he just laughs again, the sound is too sweet for you to even pretend to be mad. so instead, you hug him closer, hand on his bicep and his legs tangled with yours. 

–

bin: I AM FREE AT LAST

bin: FROM THE SHACKLES OF IT

you: …

you: how would ur fans react if i leaked our texts

you: so much for being mysterious

you: "shackles of it" boy have you ever touched a book

bin: okay so you're rude today

bin: i miss y/n mom version

you: ew?? if u have a kink i dont think this is gonna work

bin: because…? 

you: is sungchan still single

bin: i was kidding! haha!

you: ok.

bin: seriously tho let's do smth fun 2nite

you: i get off work late today :(

bin: whatttt you have a life outside of me :0

you: do you WANT me to break up with you???

bin: what i meant was i will be there to pick you up <3

you: wtv man idgaf anymore

bin: noooo

bin: i'll do anything you want don't be mad

you: anything?

bin: well other than leaking our texts ofc

you: i want to live together

bin: ???

bin: we alr do

you: wonbin 

you: baby

you: you just always come over to my place

bin: i sleep there it's my home wdym

you: and you still pay the bills for your place?

bin: i don't make that bag for nothing

you: ok so what if we lived together instead

bin: but i really like your place!!

you: i do too

you: let's make it our place 

bin: shit

bin: i just actually blushed irl

you: :) 

you: is that a yes

bin: i want to marry you

you: okay well let's calm down

bin: did u just reject me

you: i'm telling u that you're gonna regret proposing through text

bin: i love u and i want u to be my wife

bin: omg i just shed a tear at the thought of calling u that

bin: wife…. im changing ur contact name

bin: or should i change it to fiancée? since we havent yet tied the knot

you: park wonbin

you: we are 20 years old

bin: untrue

bin: im 22 

you: i am not marrying you right now

bin: … is there someone else

you: i'm not marrying anyone right now

bin: ok so i'm not husband material

you: you are

bin: i'm not father material? you: no comment

you: but we aren't ready babe

you: let's take it slow k?

you: just move in first

you: we have so many memories to make

bin: you're such a flirt

you: ??? u just asked me to marry you but sure

bin: i'll be moved in by the time you come back home

you: i thought you were picking me up

bin: that was before u asked me to move in

bin: now i have to bring all my stuff over

bin: which side of your closet can i use? bin: also thoughts on letting me keep my rock collection next to your figurines?

you: right side and no

bin: wow u didnt even think about it

you: imagine we get into a fight

bin: i refuse to

you: i'm just saying i would be tempted to throw them rocks at u

bin: you would do that????

you: depending on what u do

bin: why are you expecting me to do anything at all????

you: …experience

bin: wow

you: to be loved is to be known

bin: you can't flatter me now

you: i love you 

bin: …

bin: i love you too

[champagnecherryblossom]

• Behind the Spotlight: His Craving, Her Bliss •

Pairing | mingi x fem!reader

Word Count | 860

Summary | Being famous was the best, but the stress and overworking was the price to pay. That is unless you had someone to help relieve it.

Warnings | idol au, dom!mingi, fem!reader, self denying, riding, clit play, dry humping, raw (wrap it up), slightly begging, dirty talking (the slightest), twt link.

A/N - first twt link, link is somewhere in the middle of the fic 😏

After a long day of dance practice, Mingi wanted nothing more then to get home and be with you. And that was exactly what he did.

As soon as he walked into your shared apartment, Mingi wasted no time in pulling you in his arms. His face immediately in the crook of your neck. His lips latching onto the soft skin that he kissed and sucked.

Mingi was never to leave cheap small hickeys, he made sure to leave dark lasting ones. Ones that you hated and were a bitch to cover up, but also secretly loved. So when you felt him latch on you did so little to pull away making a small cheap whine escape your lips.

Chuckling lowly against your neck, Mingi backed you up towards the couch. His already harden cock grinding against you for friction. Pushing the taller at arms length. You smirked.

“Not so fast, my turn to be top” You said seductively. Taking his hand you lead him to the bedroom. Pushing him onto the bed, you straddled his crotch.

The feeling of his confined member rubbing against your aching cunt, you couldn’t help but grind against him. Looking down at him, you were welcomed by the sight of Mingi biting his lip as he tried his best to hold back his pathetic moans and begs for more.

“Was work that long?” You teased. Pulling your tank top off, you tossed it over the bed. You’re breast free and aroused. Mingi’s breath hitched, his hand reaching up as his kneaded your plushy breast.

“Fuck… I’ve been thinking of these all day.” Mingi groaned as he thrusted up against you. Letting out a surprised moan, you looked down at Mingi. You couldn’t wait anymore, you needed him inside you.

“Pants and boxers off, Song.” You demanded as you pushed yourself off to remove your own clothes, the ones you still had on that is.

Mingi wasted no time in stripping from his clothes, his member pressed hard and throbbing against his lower abdomen. You moaned at the sight, getting back to straddling him. You gave Mingi a pussy-job, your folds wrapped around his length soaking it with your slick. Your clit tapping against his tip every grind you made.

Mingi’s grip on your hips was tight, almost bruising. He needed to be in you, but you were teasing him despite being just as horny as him. With a few more grinds, you felt that familiar tightness. Quivering you pulled away, your cunt throbbing deep long throbs. Mingi’s head shot up as he looked at you.

“Why’d you stop?” He said breathless, his hips involuntary thrusting up against nothing. His tip leaking of his arousal, he was bothered. Maybe even more than you were.

You smirked as you played with your nipples, his eyes locked on your breast. He bit his lip as he took his cock into his hand giving it a few strokes before you slapped his hand away.

“No touch, Mings.” You whined. Letting a frustrated groan, Mingi listened anyways.

Satisfied, you took his length into your hand before you hovered over his leaking tip. With a swift movement you sank onto his cock. The feeling was overwhelming for the both of you, you took a moment to clench around him once he was balls deep. Mingi for one had a hard time trying to not thrust up into you.

“I’m gonna ride you now.” You said looking down at him. Mingi’s hands gripped onto your hips, his head thrown back against the pillows as he let out a breathless ‘yes, ride me’.

And you did, you rode him like it was your last day on earth. The sound of skin against skin filled the room with his grunts and groans, your moans and slugging from your wet cunt mixed with the arousal you guys were in.

The feeling came back, that tightness in your stomach. Your walls clenched around him making Mingi thrust up. Slipping off him, you quivered once more. You’re thighs shaking as you watched his cock throb with need and lost.

“Come on, stop doing that…” Mingi begged, he knew he could easily turn the tables. Which he was on the verge of doing. But he knew he couldn’t. It was the only rule you guys had. Once one if top, their top. But then again, rules were meant to be broken.

Smirking, you slipped him back in and began to ride him. His cock twitched, his hands going back to your hips and holding them there. Without any hesitation, Mingi fucked up into you. He couldn’t hold back anymore.

“Fuck it, I’ll let you torture me later.” Mingi groaned as he pulled you down onto his cock. The skin against skin intensifying as he forced you against his cock. You’re eyes rolled back, you fingers rubbed against your clit. You were in pure bliss.

“You’re so fucked. Mingi.” You moaned out.

“I know.” He smirked as he flipped the positions, his hips snapped into yours as his cock hit deep inside you.

“Fuck… I’m going to ruin you.”

And he did, so much for the rule.

[yanderenightmare]

Just bunny reader going into heat, asking her wolf boys Katsuki and Izuku to double-pen her because her screaming insides just can’t get enough<3

BNHA ! POLY ! THIRST

Bakugou Katsuki x darling x Midoriya Izuku

WC: 1.5k

TW: NSFW, yandere, dubcon, omegaverse/hybrid au, size difference, pet-play, predator x prey, vulnerable reader, oral, double penetration

“Bunny, we’re home~” Both called in tune once stepping through the threshold.

Balancing grocery bags cradled in all four arms – Deku with keys in hand, followed by Katsuki slamming the door shut with a nudge of his foot.

Stepping towards the kitchen to put everything down, they both gave each other a look as if to ask the other where you were. Usually, you’d come padding – shyly but surely – to welcome them home like you knew was expected of you. But this time, you were nowhere to be seen or heard.

That is… before the scent in the air caught their nose.

A scent that went straight to their loins, making both their eyes go ink-black and opium-blown.

“D’you smell that, Kachan?” Izuku asked with a breath, placing the groceries down on the kitchen aisle with a thud – nose raised in the air and lips parted.

Katsuki cracked a grin in return, dropping his own bags down alongside the other two – licking his teeth. “Oh yeah~ I fuckin’ smell that.”

You had your head drowned in the sheets, frenzied – clutching the dirty laundry to your face while rubbing on it desperately, keeping it hugged tight between your thighs – your back in a slope with your springy little tail dancing in the air.

“Bunny-baby? We’re home~”

Their voices had you halt – reaching you through your fever – ears shifty, nose twitchy, eyes peeled.

“Tsuki? Zuku?” You called out in a hopeful whine – muffled in the laundry pile before you popped out of hiding, a head of tousled hair and a pair of puffy eyes on a face riddled with despair.

Naked and shifty – you looked a mix of manic and relieved when seeing them.

“Help me-” You sobbed, thighs remaining pressed and quaking, your bottom lip blubbering, lop ears more lopped than usual, hanging droopily, framing your cute little face like a portrait.

“Aw~ Poor thing~” Izuku drawled in a purr – feeling thrills carve up his spine and the quickening beat of his heart spread to every corner of his body – blood hot and thickening, rushing straight to his cock, growing heavy and taut in his pants.

You crawled over in a rush, slipping in and on the mess of clothes you’d made on the floor surrounding you. Shuffling the rest of the way on your knees until you reached the nearest of the two – your hands attacking his hips.

Almost making him stumble back, you began messily unbuckling his belt – desperate in your haste.

“Easy, Bunny- no need to rush~” Katsuki teased – having been the closest one you could get your hands on.

“It hurts- please… don’t be cruel- just… take it off-” You whined in a whimper – wrangling off his belt in a struggle – your fingers shaking desperately, hastily when tugging down his boxers to be met with his already fat and straining length arched and bobbing proudly against his stomach.

You wasted only a split-second, locking your mouth around the length at once when it reared its round head – sucking the tip eagerly and urgently – aggressively enough to make Katsuki suck his teeth. 

A shuddering moan escaped you next, followed by other blissful sighs when swallowing the taste. Continuing to suck rhythmically while feeling it soothe every flaming fiber throughout your body. Traveling down to your lower belly – making you flutter around nothing while slick escaped you, layered on your inner thighs.

Katsuki sighed then, halfway in relief and the other half in pleasure as you settled – having felt a flare of terror, thinking you were about to bite his cock off before you started sweetly glucking – your hot mouth full of drool and teeth tucked behind soft billowy lips.

He cupped your head in his paw, but it wasn’t necessary – you were determined enough on your own without his help. Nips perky as you swallowed him down to the base and hollowed your cheeks in a tight chock around him – hungry for it – needy and possessed by the white promise stored within the big beautiful sack of balls swaying with weight against your chin. A promise already coming through in sweet pre-spills making your mouth water and eyes roll back beneath your lids.

Tits bouncing as you moaned around his shaft – eyes closed and swept into a blessed state of frenzy at the taste with one hand between your thighs, touching yourself, and the other reaching for Izuku, becking him over with needy little grabs to the air. 

He unzipped himself for you, making the jump from Katsuki to him swift and easy for you – taking him in your mouth with a needy whine and a continuous string of whiney suckling mewls as you hurriedly sucked off and swallowed all the precum leaking from his head.

Your cotton tail wagged impatiently behind you, swapping between the two cocks while they silently smiled down at the view – both keeping an endeared hand on each of your lop ears, rubbing them encouragingly while watching you pop off one cock with a smack before downing the other in a gulp – chuckling at you when you eventually began desperately trying to press them both passed your lips.

Hot tears on your face, feeling your lower belly fold at the horrid emptiness inside – aching from the starving hunger that all but started to eat itself.

“Please-” You begged. Naked and dewy with sweat, blushed and drunken with tears glossing your cheeks, all puffy as you rolled back against the dune of soft laundry beneath you – thighs spread wide while you touched yourself with both hands between them. “Please, I need you~ both~ here, please~” 

Their ears spiked at your request, tails swishing behind them while the purr in their gut grew into a growl. You’d grown comfortable with them lately, and it showed – even in heat, you’d never been so brazenly lewd before.

“Please, it hurts- hurry~” You continued pleading, quaking where you lay with your lip tucked between your teeth and big eyes glistening, full of distress and prayer. Every inch of skin coated in something wet – pills of dew and streaks of tears, the rest a slick honeyed sheen – begging to be touched and tasted.  

They both lay down in the laundry. Crawling over on either side of you, each lifted and held a thigh to their chest, spreading you open – their minds in the same place, casting each other a heated glance while reaching for your pussy with their hands first - Katsuki working the clit while Izuku pumped your hole on two thick fingers.

“No- I want cock~ I need cock-” You protested with a whine, shaking your head while writhing between the two. Thighs tensing, trying to close while trembling small hands dove down to swat at their bigger ones.

“No, no, no-” Katsuki tutted, swirling your clit beneath rough fissures, making your hips buck. “Be a good bunny and cum first.” His voice a gravely guttural – having your toes curl, and fists clench.

“I can’t- not without cock-” You sobbed, head thrown back and nearly screaming before Katsuki shoved three fingers in your mouth, muffling any and all sounds you had – reducing them to sweet mews where you promptly started licking and suckling the digits for comfort.

“That’s it, don’t be a bratty bunny- you know the rules.” He soothed, continuing to flick your clit while your thighs trembled around them. “No cum, no cock.”

Deku fondled your chest while your cunt made out with his fingers, sucking and slicking them up. Hole fluttering, walls velvety and wet, spongey, milking him for more. Soon tightening up – choking – leaving no room.

You made a whine, feeling the coil in your lower tummy pull and tighten – getting so hot and knotted before snapping – breaching and bursting and gushing all over the hands who’d made it happen – leaving you to twitch and moan around the fingers stuffing your mouth. 

“Good bunny~” Izuku cooed, retracing his slicked fingers with a wet shlick. His eyes fixated on the arousal coating the digits – connected to your cunt in strings where you fluttered around nothing. He swallowed thickly, feeling his cock do a jump of impatience. “Now you get your reward.”

Katsuki pulled away from your mouth, wrapping the spit-glossed fingers around his needy shaft instead. Eyes on your dewy face – watching pills of sweat run from your forehead, similar droplets leak from the corner of your eyes, and other trails of spit trickle from your mouth where you were shakily left panting. 

“You still want this?” He whispered as both of them lined their cocks up alongside each other, ready to press inside you.

“Yes, please-” You sniffled, biting your lip while watching the sight – feeling everything inside you scream for it. “Give it to me~”

Izuku felt his curls stick to his face and the beating of his heart take another leap. You were being so cute and needy he could barely think straight enough to doubt if they’d both even fit. Right now, everything just seemed so right that nothing could go wrong.

“Okay, bunny-” He swallowed thickly, followed quickly by Katsuki’s grunt. “You asked for it…” 

Snuggling closer until their heads touched yours, hot breaths and lips and teeth and tongue licking your throat – sucking the scars left by their bites while beginning to push. Eyes no longer green and red but purely black – slowly sinking inside inch by inch, feeling you cramp around them as a squeal left you.

Back lifting, arching off the ground as you grabbed for their hands – crushing their fingers tight.

You squeezed your eyes shut whilst they held their eyes wide – watching their cockheads fight for space inside you in one massive belly bulge.

tip-jar: Kofi

[diggitydoggo]

Left Hook!

Jay belongs to @rocksandcrystals

[steddieas-shegoes]

nothing but my jacket on

for @steddieholidaydrabbles prompt 'jacket'

all of my holiday drabbles will be from the bear hugs universe. many of them could probably be read standalone, but will make the most sense and be enjoyed best if you read that first!

rated e | 797 words | no cw | tags: modern au, slice of life but make it sexy, consensual somnophilia, frottage

🧥🧥🧥🧥🧥🧥🧥🧥🧥🧥🧥🧥🧥🧥

Eddie hangs his jacket by the door as he quietly locks it behind him.

The house is silent and dark except for the light above the stove.

He rarely has to be gone this late, but when he is, Steve makes sure to leave his dinner in the oven, a light on in the kitchen, and the bedroom door cracked to welcome him home. He isn’t that hungry tonight, the loss against UConn is a hard one to swallow and he barely got over the anxious energy of the locker room before he left.

He decides to shower first, then maybe he’ll be hungry enough to eat.

When he walks into the bedroom, he’s met with a snoring Steve, asleep on his stomach with a pillow squeezed to his chest, hair a mess, and-

Eddie breathes out slowly.

Steve’s wearing Eddie’s custom Bruins jacket from their first year playing.

All the players got one that year. It’s surprisingly soft and comfortable for something that looks like it was meant to be worn for semi-formal events.

It has Munson across the back above the spiked B, and 86 on the sleeves, with a yellow stripe along the bottom hemline. Eddie keeps it in the closet because he doesn’t feel right wearing it when he doesn’t play for the team.

It looks really good on Steve, though.

Even with the drool hanging from his mouth. Maybe even especially because of it.

It’s a reminder that they made it here, through years of separation, through every conflict they had to face individually and together.

Steve wearing his jacket feels like a full circle moment because it is.

Eddie strips down to his boxers and throws on whatever sweatpants are sitting on his side of the bed. He can shower in the morning; He wants to get in bed with his soon-to-be husband and hold him.

He curls around Steve as much as he can, kisses the back of his head, and closes his eyes.

“Hey,” Steve rasps out.

Eddie opens his eyes and smiles as Steve turns in his arms to face him.

“Hey, baby.”

“How was the game?” Steve’s eyes are heavy, but his lips are curled up in a soft smile.

“Not great. Lost 5-2. Got some work to do before we face them again in a couple weeks,” Eddie pecks Steve’s lips. “Didn’t mean to wake you up.”

“Missed you.”

Eddie melts. “Missed you, too. Go to sleep, sweet boy.”

“Mkay,” Steve says as his body relaxes against Eddie’s.

Eddie can feel that Steve’s naked under his jacket, not even wearing underwear. He probably had every intention of fucking Eddie when he got home, but he’s clearly too tired.

His fingers trace the number on the sleeve and Eddie lets his mind wander.

He thinks about Steve riding him while wearing his jacket. He thinks about Eddie being fucked hard, face in the mattress. Steve claiming him while Eddie’s name is on his back. He thinks about pushing Steve against the wall, eating him out until he can’t feel his legs.

His cock is hard, twitching against Steve’s hip. Maybe if Eddie moves a few inches to the side-

“You can,” Steve slurs out.

Eddie’s face turns red.

“‘S why I wore it.”

It would be a waste if Eddie didn’t, right? Steve’s giving him permission. It’s the exact amount of steam he needs to blow off to fall asleep.

He ruts forwards, and the friction of his pants and Steve’s hip against his cock is perfect. He bites back a moan as he picks up the pace, in a rush to get there now that he realizes how much he needs this.

Steve hums, but doesn’t say or do anything to help, already so close to falling asleep again.

Eddie buries his face into Steve’s hair, whimpering into the mess of it, hoping it’ll contain as much of the desperate noise as possible. He’s leaking through his boxers already, close enough that even the tiniest change in pressure will probably send him over the edge.

He reaches his hand down, cups his length through his pants, and squeezes.

He shakes through his release, eyes roving over the visible parts of ‘Munson’ on Steve’s back.

“Love you so much,” Eddie whispers.

There’s no response, but he didn’t expect one. He slides his pants and boxers off with one hand, throws them off the side of the bed to take care of in the morning.

He knows he should get up and shower, or at least wash the drying cum from his pubes before it turns into a disaster.

But the exhaustion that overtook Steve is now sinking into his own bones.

He closes his eyes, breathes in the smell of Steve’s mint shampoo, and drifts to sleep.

[nekrosdolly]

enemy's daughter (18+)

albert goes after chris's daughter.

a/n; @thatgirlgames who said i was teasing? also teehee i love old man wesker sorry guysss

cw; creep!wesker, afab!reader, major age gap (reader is 21, wesker is 61), circa 2021 aka re8, wesker lives au, unsafe sex (p in v), creampie, brief nipple play, clitoral stimulation, fingering, door sex, slight breeding kink, praise and degredation

petnames used; little dove, dearest, angel

you still haven't told your dad about your boyfriend, but honestly, you don't think he needs to know. not like he ever asks, or checks in with you, anyway. growing up, you'd rebel to get his attention, but this is your best try yet.

you're dating the albert wesker, the one your dad swore he killed back in 2009. what a stupid idea, you know, but you're head over heels for the much older man. every touch warms your chest, that feeling travelling up and warming your cheeks, too. it's a different kind of high, getting the attention of an older, dangerous man that your father absolutely despises. in some weird way, being with an older guy makes you feel safe. when albert wraps his arms around you, his toned forearms warm on your stomach even through your shirt, you feel… good. you don't think about what's troubling you as much. you feel light, and like you can relax because he's got you.

he makes you go dumb in many ways. his favorite way is take you by the waist and press a kiss to your forehead, muttering about "what a good girl" you are. the way your eyes gloss over and your cheeks flush pink makes his cock hard in his leather pants. every time you give him that look, it takes all of him to keep from fucking you wherever you may be. you knew you were in for it the first time he said it for you, because he's never let you live it down since.

you just hope your dad doesn't come home to see wesker when his restraint fails. like now.

albert hasn't bothered to undress you properly as he presses you against your front door, your tits squished against the fiberglass composite exterior with your back arched, his hips flush with your own as he rips your tights open by the gusset. fleetingly, you mourn the loss of another pair of tights.

"baby," you whine as he grips your hips with one hand, the other coasting around to and down your tummy to cup your cunt through your sinfully sheer underwear. you're wet, but what's new? you've been wet since you greeted him at the door, hours prior, and now as he's about to leave. of course, he can't leave you without giving you some of his cum.

"i know, dearest, i know." he murmurs, his hard-on throbbing in the confines of his pants. they're becoming uncomfortable, his precum forming a wet patch in his boxers. he needs you now.

the hand on your hip moves, slipping under your shirt and beneath the cup of your bra to lightly pinch your nipple, eliciting a soft moan from you as you press your cheek against the door. your knees are hardly supporting you at this point. his hand cupping your cunt moves the gusset of your panties aside, two long and cold fingers moving between your wet folds, pushing into your weeping cunt with ease. gummy walls flutter and clench, a breathy noise leaving you. the heel of his hand bumps against your clit with every thrust of his fingers, the friction bringing you ever closer to your impending orgasm.

you don't really have time to be doing this, though. your father is due home in ten minutes.

just as you get close, your cunt sucking in his fingers with every welcome thrust, he rids you of them and instead forces them in your mouth, his other hand leaving your body to undo his belt and nearly tear his fly open. he skips taking them off, favoring pushing them down just enough for his cock to be let free. it's leaking something fierce, even as he drags the fat head through your folds as a warning before sheathing himself fully inside you.

the stretch brings about an unwelcome burn that melts into pleasure within seconds as he starts thrusting with the desperation of a dying man. as much as he'd love to surprise your dad with you impaled and drooling on his cock, on edge and ready to cum, he'll save that for another day. he's too preoccupied with how your cunt sucks him in, how you whine and dig your nails into the tough material of the front door, the brass doorknob digging uncomfortably into your thigh. if he could keep you this dumb, this sedated from his cock forever, he would.

you're all but drooling, every thrust forcing a sinful sound from the depths of your throat. the lewd squelching noise you two make together only adds to the intensity, how he's so rough with you. his whispers in your ear, praise mixed with filth, make you squeeze him extra nice.

"such a sweet girl, angel. my dumb little dove, already drooling just from my cock," he croons in your ear, hardly breaking a sweat as you draw nearer to your climax. you nod, fucked out and dizzy.

"mhm- m'gonna c-cum- fuck-" you scratch at the door just as the pad of his middle finger circles your puffy clit, his free hand nearly crushing the bones in your hips. he groans quietly, just barely audible but with the close proximity it's hard to miss.

you cum with a final cry of his name, your kneels threatening to buckle below you. he bites your pulse point, stifling the moan he lets loose as the coil in his own stomach tightens. he's not going to pull out, either. he never does, in hopes of knocking you up, and he knows you're ovulating. you made the mistake of telling him so just a few days ago and he hasn't stopped thinking about it since.

you're whining that it's too much, that your dad is almost home and that you two need to stop really soon. he cums not a moment later, not stopping as he fully intends on fucking his spend as deep as possible into you. his cock pokes your cervix and you yelp, briefly realizing that nobody's ever done that to you before.

just as quickly, he's tucking himself into his pants and hoisting you up in his arms to place you on the couch. he pecks your lips before rushing out the door with a brief "goodbye", leaving you stuffed with his cum and dizzy in the middle of your living room. you hear his car start and peel out of the driveway, just as your dad texts you that he's almost home. you let your eyes flutter shut as you turn on your side, falling asleep shortly after.

when you wake up, you've got a blanket over your lower half and your dad's sitting in his recliner, glass of bourbon in hand and a cigarette in the other. he doesn't need to tell you that he knows what happened.

[sillylilsquid]

Real Life Romance Book pt.8

paring - hyun ju x reader summary - one day at the cozy bookstore you work at, you meet hyun ju. a woman who ignites a fire in your chest. you fall for her unaware at first of her journey as a trans woman. though that doesn't stop you from wanting her to be yours. together, you navigate the ups and downs of life, exploring love, identity, and the power of connection. warnings - au!hyun ju, no squid game, afab!reader, mentions of bullying and transphobia, sexual content, 18+ only, minors dni 4k words

You thought everything was okay after that night. After the long drive back from the hotel, after the tension and the tears. After the intimate moment you two shared in your apartment. You’d whispered apologies. She’d kissed your knuckles. You’d fallen asleep thinking the worst had passed.

But it hadn’t.

At first, it was just space. She said she was busy with work, and you believed her. She’d still send you good morning texts, and the occasional “hope you’re eating,” like she was trying to stay connected without getting too close. But slowly, even that began to fade. Your texts became one-sided.

hey, thinking of you

want to come over friday? i’ll cook

i miss you hyunnie

Read. No reply.

You asked if she wanted to go to that little jazz bar she liked. She left you on read. You dropped off her favorite pastries from the bakery down the street–she sent a quick thank you. No heart emoji. No “love you.” Just those two dry words.

And work…work had never felt longer. The days stretched, hollow and sluggish. You found yourself staring at the bookstore door, expecting it to chime with her entrance. She used to drop by often, sometimes just to browse, other times just to see you–always with a soft smile and a flirty, “got anything good for me today, babe?”

But now…nothing. Weeks passed, and the only thing walking through that door was disappointment. You started to realize that whatever crack had split open in that hotel bar hadn’t sealed shut–it only got wider.

And worse–maybe it wasn’t just the hotel. Maybe it wasn’t just the fight or the hurt. Maybe it was after you returned home. When you kissed her in the quiet of your apartment. When she touched you like she was terrified and she didn’t deserve it. When you pleasured her in a way you never had before.

She’d held you like she needed you–but what if it had been too much? Too soon? What if that moment, that closeness, had been the thing that scared her away?

You tried not to think it. But it haunted you all the same. And tonight, you’re done pretending it doesn’t hurt.

You take the train across the city and walk the familiar path to her building, the same one you’ve walked a dozen times, only now it feels heavier. Like maybe you’re not welcome anymore.

Still, you knock.

Hyun Ju opens the door slowly, hair mussed, wearing a loose t-shirt and boxers that hang low on her hips. She blinks at you like she’s not sure you’re real.

“Hyunnie,” you say softly, and her expression crumples just slightly. You take a breath and step inside.

Her apartment is just as you remember–neat and structured, with everything in its place. The living room is organized down to the blanket you crocheted for her on the arm of the couch. Her bookshelf is in perfect order by author, with corners aligned and dust wiped clean. It’s military neat, like her–remnants of her time in the service lingering in her routines.

But there are soft edges, too. A photo of you two from a rainy day date sits framed on the windowsill. Your faces are pressed close, cheeks wet, eyes laughing. The ceramic mug you painted for her on your third date is on the counter, a bit chipped at the lip. A movie ticket stub is pinned to the fridge with a magnet shaped like a strawberry.

Your heart aches seeing them. These quiet little pieces of you, still here in her world.

You step into the apartment quietly, careful not to disturb the fragile air between you. She doesn’t say anything at first–just closes the door behind you, her fingers lingering on the handle like she might change her mind and send you back out.

You turn to face her, and it’s then that you notice it. The ring. 

That slim, golden band you bought her on your birthday trip. She used to twirl it on her finger while you read to her, or tap it against her glass when she was thinking. It glints softly in the low light now, nestles against her skin like it never left.

Your chest aches. She sees you looking and immediately hides her hand in the folds of her shirt. 

“I wasn’t expecting you,” Hyun Ju says, voice low and guarded.

“I figured,” you reply, trying to keep your voice steady. “You’ve been avoiding me.”

She crosses her arms, one hip leaning against the kitchen counter. “I’ve been busy.”

“That’s not why,” you say, quiet but firm.

Hyun Ju exhales sharply through her nose and looks away.

You step closer. Not too close. Not enough to corner her–but enough to be felt. “Hyunnie…I need to know what’s going on. You’ve been pushing me away since we got back from the trip.”

“I haven’t,” she replies, too fast, too defensive.

“Okay,” you say gently. “Then tell me why you stopped texting. Why you stopped showing up at the bookstore. Why you left me on read for days.”

She flinches. Her eyes dart toward the couch, anywhere but you.

You take another step forward. “I thought things were okay. That night, in my apartment…I thought–”

“That’s the problem,” she cuts in, voice rising. “You thought.”

Since folds between you.

“I thought it was okay too,” she says after a beat, her voice lower now. “And then I kept replaying everything. The hotel. The bar. What they said. And then…the look on your face when it happened. You were angry. Not just hurt–furious.”

“Of course I was angry!” you exclaimed. “They disrespected you.”

She lets out a hollow laugh. “They disrespected what I am.”

You don’t say anything. You let her keep going.

“And then we came home, and you were still so…soft with me. Like it didn’t matter. Like I was someone you could touch, and love, and look at without flinching. And that scared the hell out of me.”

You finally close the gap between you, reaching for her hand slowly–giving her time to pull away. She doesn’t.

You run your thumb over the golden ring still on her finger. “You’re still wearing this.” 

She swallows. “I tried to take it off. I couldn’t.”

You look up at her, eyes soft but unwavering. “Then stop pretending like you don’t want me.”

Her jaw tightens, but her eyes are glassy now. “It’s not about wanting you,” she says. “It’s about knowing I’ll never be enough for you.”

Your heart breaks a little at that.

“Hyunnie,” you whisper. “You are enough. I didn’t fall for you in spite of who you are. I fell for you because of who you are.”

She blinks fast, like she’s trying not to cry.

“And if you think I regret that night,” you add, voice firm now, “if you think I’ve spent these last few weeks regretting touching you, holding you, loving you–then you don’t know me at all.”

She doesn’t say anything. But her hand curls around yours. And that tells you enough.

You don’t let go of her hand as you guide her to the couch. She hesitates for a moment before sitting, back rigid, knees close together like she’s bracing for something. You sit beside her, close but not crowding, giving her space to choose how much of herself she wants to give.

“Can I ask you something?” you say gently. She nods without looking at you.

“That night–when we were together, after we got back…did I hurt you? Make you uncomfortable?”

Her breath catches, and she finally turns her head. “No,” she says, and the word comes out like it cost her. “No, it wasn’t that.”

You nod slowly. “Okay. Then help me understand, Hyunnie. Please. Because I keep thinking maybe I crossed a line without meaning to.”

Her fingers twitch in your grasp, her jaw working like she’s trying to keep everything locked in.

“You didn’t cross anything,” she finally says. “I crossed it. I let myself believe, for one night, that I could…be touched like that. Be wanted like that.”

You swallow around the lump rising in your throat. “You can be. You are.”

She shakes her head. “It doesn’t feel that simple. It never has. I used to rehearse it in my head–you know? How it might happen one day. What I’d let them see. What I’d let them touch.” Her voice lowers. “And then it was you. And it wasn’t just physical. You looked at me like I was beautiful. Like none of it scared you.”

“It doesn’t.”

“That’s what scared me,” she admits, her voice breaking on a whisper. “Because you weren’t pretending. You weren’t looking through me or around me. You were seeing me.”

You slide your hand to her thigh, gentle, grounding. “I’ve always seen you.”

She blinks, eyes wet, lashes trembling.

“I don’t want to lose you,” you continue. “But I also don’t want you to think you have to keep up with anything you’re not ready for. Or that I’m going to stop wanting you because of how you are.”

She’s quiet for a long moment, breathing uneven.

“I’m still learning what I want,” she says. “There’s things I’m afraid of. My body’s not finished, and sometimes it doesn’t feel like mine. But I trust you more than I’ve ever trusted anyone.”

You nod, and with your thumb you brush away a tear that slips free. “Then let’s talk about it. What you’re not comfortable with. What you are. What you’d be okay with me pushing–not to pressure you, but to show it’s you I want. All of you. Not some idea of who you think you’re supposed to be.”

She laughs, watery and soft. “You sound like a romance novel.”

You grin, leaning your shoulder into hers. “Well, what did you expect? You did meet me in a bookstore.”

She leans into you this time, head resting lightly on your shoulder. “I’ve missed this.”

“I never stopped,” you whisper.

She’s quiet for a beat, then: “Tomorrow…can we go on a date? A real one. Just us.”

Your heart flutters. “Yeah. Of course. Dinner?”

Hyun Ju nods, and after a moment she turns to look at you, face flushed. “And maybe…after, we could try pushing some boundaries.”

You grin, brushing a kiss to the top of her head. “Just tell me which ones, Hyunnie. I’ll follow your lead.”

The next evening, her text comes through just as you’re standing in the your kitchen trying to figure out what to wear:

Hyunnie💖

would you mind if we did pajamas tonight?

i just want to feel comfortable. i’ll cook.

You smile before you even finish reading it. There’s something so tender about her asking–not assuming, not deciding, just gently checking in. Like she’s letting you into you into her softness again, bit by bit.

You

only if we can match. whats the vibe? cute or chaotic?

Hyunnie💖

cute. but also chaotic. i'm wearing my bunny slippers so brace yourself

You end up at her door twenty minutes later in your comfiest sleep shirt and a pair of shorts with tiny strawberries on them. She opens the door in soft blue plaid pajama pants and an oversized hoodie that nearly swallows her hands–her hair down, bunny slippers on her feet, and a shy, fond smile tugging at her lips.

“You look adorable,” you tell her.

She rolls her eyes, but you don’t miss the way her cheeks pink. “Come in. I made kimchi stew.”

The apartment smells like garlic and gochugaru, cozy and familiar. It’s still spotless–of course it is. The kitchen is arranged like a showroom, utensils hanging neatly from labeled hooks, the countertop wiped to perfection. But your eyes catch on the details: a polaroid of the two of you at the botanical garden, the tiny origami star you folded for her at her favorite cafe.

She’s still wearing the ring you bought her. Gold, simple, delicate on her finger. She fidgets with it sometimes when she thinks you’re not looking.

Dinner is warm and easy. You sit on the couch with your bowls balanced on your laps, legs tucked under cozy blankets, knees brushing. She talks more than she has in weeks–about work, a book she started but hasn’t finished, how her neighbor’s dog keeps stealing her shoes from the hallway. You laugh, listen, let her fill the space between you without pushing for anything more.

And then, once the dishes are cleaned and the lights are low, she curls into your side on the couch, head on your shoulder.

“Thank you for tonight,” she murmurs. “I know I’ve been hard to reach lately.”

You turn slightly so you can brush her hair back from her face, “I just like being with you. However you need.”

There’s a beat of silence. Then, quietly: “I’m glad you came back.”

You press a kiss to her temple, then let her curl up against you. You talk a little longer, hands tangled, breath synced. You don’t ask for anything more. 

You’re curled together on the couch, the glow of the TV flickering across her soft features, but you’re not really watching. Her fingers are tracing idle shapes on your thigh through the blanket, her touch featherlight–so light it might’ve gone unnoticed if you weren’t this in tune with her.

You glance down at her. “You okay?”

She doesn’t answer right away. Instead, she shifts–slowly, deliberately–until she’s propped up on her elbow, her eyes studying your face like she’s trying to find the courage for something that’s been sitting on her tongue all night. The diamonds in her ring catches the low light, warm and glinting against her skin as her fingers move to your cheek.

“I missed you,” she says softly. “Even when I was trying not to.”

You reach up, let your hand rest over hers. “You don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for.”

“I know,” she breathes, her eyes flicking to your lips.

And then she kisses you.

It’s soft at first, a careful press of mouth to mouth. But there’s a tremble in her fingertips as they slide into your hair, and something in her exhales like she’s been holding her breath for weeks. You feel it in the way her body melts closer, in the small, desperate sound she makes when your hand grips her waist, and she pulls you into her lap.

The kiss deepens. Grows hungrier. Her hands are on your shoulders, your jaw, your ribs like she can’t decide where to touch you first. She’s all heat and breath and want, and you can feel her nerves humming beneath it–every movement careful, unsure, like she’s testing the space she’s finally allowing herself to take.

You pulled back just enough to look her in the eyes, your breath coming in short little puffs against her mouth. “Hyunnie…are you sure?”

She nods, swallowing hard. “I don’t know how far I can go yet,” she whispers. “But I want this. I want you.”

Your thumb strokes her cheek. “Then that’s all I need.”

You kiss her again–slower this time. Patient. Letting her set the pace. Her hands curl into your shirt and she clings to you like she’s afraid you’ll disappear if she lets go. And you hold her just as tightly, grounding her in the moment, reminding her with every press of your lips that she is wanted exactly as she is.

Eventually, when her breathing slows and the heat between you settles into something warm and pulsing, she rests her forehead against yours and lets out a breathy laugh.

“I’m a mess,” she murmurs. “You’re my mess,” you say, grinning. Her smile blooms like dawn. “God, I love hearing that.”

The next night you asked Hyun Ju to accompany you to your friend’s bachelorette party. She was hesitant, but all you had to do was give her that wide eyed, innocent look and she caved.

The club is already buzzing when the two of you walk in, the bass of the music pulsing through the floors, dim lights flickering with a sultry red hue. You feel the air shift the moment you step inside–laughs too loud, bodies pressed too close, the occasional whoop from a drunk bride-to-be echoing across the stage.

And right beside you, your girlfriend.

Hyun Ju is quiet, but her arm is looped through yours. She’s tall–easily towering over most of the crowd even in flats, but tonight, she’s in heels, which only adds to her already commanding height. Her dress is a dark chocolate satin that catches the light just enough to highlight the lean lines of her figure. She’s muscular, built from years in the military, and though she’s always a little self conscious about her broad shoulders and strong arms, you’ve never been able to hide how much they do it for you.

You keep sneaking glances at her like you’re afraid she’ll disappear. The way the dress hugs her waist, the way her long legs seem to go on forever, the delicate curve of her collarbone peeking out from the sweetheart neckline–it’s almost too much.

You lean in, letting your voice graze her ear. “You look so hot, baby,” you murmur, letting your hand trail down her bare arm slowly. “I swear to God, I’m two seconds away from dragging you into a dark corner.”

Hyun Ju flushes, eyes darting around. “I keep thinking everyone’s staring.”

You grin. “They are. Because you’re the most stunning woman in here.”

She lets out a shaky breath, trying to keep her posture composed, but you see it–the way her throat bobs, the way her fingers twitch against her clutch. You know she’s not used to this kind of attention. But God, you adore the way she melts when it’s from you.

Her makeup tonight is soft and sultry, her lashes thick, lips glossed in a warm nude that makes your mouth water. She wears her hair down, loose waves brushing her shoulders, and even in the haze of the club lights, she looks like she stepped out of a daydream.

And she’s here with you.

You spot your friend group near the back of the club, already deep in rounds of fruity shots and scandalous laughter. The bride to be is wearing a plastic tiara and a sash that says ‘last fling before the ring’ in sparkly gold letters. She shrieks when she sees you.

You laugh and tug Hyun Ju along, guiding her through the crowd.

“God damn,” one of your friends–Sam, the outspoken one–says as the two of you arrive. Her eyes sweep over Hyun Ju like she’s trying to solve a riddle and simultaneously plan her wedding to her. “This is your girlfriend? Hyun Ju? You’ve been hiding a supermodel from us!?”

Hyun Ju stiffens beside you, smiling shyly but clinging to your hand like it’s a lifeline. You squeeze back, grounding her. Most of your friends had met Hyun Ju before, but only in bookclub, in more comfy clothes. Not dolled up like this.

“Yep,” you say proudly, grinning up at Hyun Ju. “And yes, I am painfully aware that she’s out of my league.”

“Not too out of your league,” another friend snorts playfully. “But like…enough that we’re suspicious.”

The group laughs and Hyun Ju lets out a nervous little chuckle too, finally relaxing a bit.

One of the girls shoves a neon shot glass into both your hands. “You two are the hottest couple here. You have to drink that.”

You accept yours with a grin, but Hyun Ju hesitates, glancing at the bright liquid in her glass with uncertainty.

“Oh–I don’t really drink,” she says, giving them an apologetic smile. “Sometimes wine. But…yeah, I’ll pass on this.”

Your friend blinks, then shrugs good-naturedly. “Totally fine, babe! More for us.”

You lean in, gently brushing your hand along Hyun Ju’s lower back. “She’s already intoxicating without the alcohol,” you say with a little wink, making her laugh and roll her eyes while your friends groan at the cheesy line.

“God, you are so whipped,” Sam snorts, tossing back her own shot.

“Gladly,” you reply without missing a beat, and Hyun Ju flushes beside you, still smiling. She slides a hand into yours squeezing it with a grateful little glance.

As the night goes on, the teasing continues in a warm, harmless way. They all gush about how pretty Hyun Ju is, one of them compliments her heels, and another jokes that if you ever break up, she’s calling dibs. Hyun Ju blushes so hard you swear you can feel the heat coming off her, but she’s glowing too, in that shy way you adore–her hand constantly touching yours or brushing against your thigh like she needs the contact to stay anchored.

Eventually, one of the girls drags you out to the dance floor and you glance back at Hyun Ju, raising a brow. She hesitates.

You tilt your head with a smirk, mouthing, ‘come on.’ 

She bites her lip…then follows.

It’s nothing wild–just hips swaying, her hands tentative on your waist until you lean back into her, rolling your body against hers. You feel the way she tenses behind you, trying not to react too obviously, trying to keep it together in public. Your grin is wicked.

You lean up to whisper, “Still worried what they think of you, baby?”

Her breath catches.

“Because they’re all watching you like you hung the moon.”

The two of you end up tucked into the booth again, your drinks mostly forgotten. The lighting has shifted, lower now, a soft gold glow painting over Hyun Ju’s cheekbones and collarbones. Her dainty gold necklace reflecting off the lights. Her dress clings to her in all the right places, a bit wrinkled from dancing, and her hair is slightly damp at the nape from sweat.

She’d kicked off her heels and crossed her legs up beside her, sitting barefoot and relaxed. You have one arm stretched along the back of the booth behind her, fingers brushing her bare shoulder.

Across the room, your friends are giggling and tipping a dancer who’s upside down on the pole, her thighs like sculpted marble, glitter dusting her skin. One of them tries to pull another into a lap dance and falls into a fit of laughter.

You’re both watching–smiling, a little breathless from the dancing, glowing in the shared bubble of peace.

Hyun Ju leans into you, not quite touching, but close enough that her warmth wraps around like a shawl. She’s quiet for a long minute, and then she says it–soft, like it wasn’t meant to leave her mouth.

“I never thought I’d get to have nights like this.”

You glance at her. “Like what?”

She swallows, eyes still fixed ahead. “Like…fun. Silly. Safe. I didn’t think I’d have friends who just…saw me. Or someone who’d drag me to a strip club and make me feel beautiful the whole time.”

Your chest aches at the sound of her voice–thick with disbelief, like she still isn’t sure this is real. You reach for her hand under the table, lacing your fingers through hers.

“Hyunnie,” you whisper. “You deserve a million nights like this.”

She finally looks at you. And her eyes–god, her eyes–are brimming with the kind of soft vulnerability she’s spent years trying to protect.

You don’t say anything else. Just squeeze her hand and lean in so your temple touches hers. 

Later that night the air outside is cool and damp, the city quieting as you walk the long blocks toward your apartment. Hyun Ju’s heels are dangling from her fingers, her jacket draped around your shoulders.

You walk side by side, bumping arms occasionally, the silence comfortable but charged.

“You okay?” you ask gently.

She nods, then shrugs. “I feel like I should be saying something profound.”

You smile. “You don’t have to. But I’m listening if you want to.”

She glances at you, then down at the sidewalk. “I’m still…learning. How to let myself be wanted. How to not brace for the moment someone decides it’s too hard. Too complicated. Too…much.”

You stop walking. She does too.

“I want you,” you say simply.

She blinks. You watch her defenses flicker–start to rise–then slowly lower again.

“Even the messy parts?” she asks.

You reach for her hand again. “Especially the messy parts.” 

And when you kiss her this time, it’s soft. Slow. A promise wrapped in lips and breath.

author's note - please enjoy, i really missed writing this story...hope this makes up for the hiatus! i already have the next two parts written, hehe!

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[withleeknow]

wishful thinking. (03)

chapter three: puzzle pieces

summary: the instruction was plain and simple: no strings attached. but you should’ve known from the beginning that it could never apply to you and him.

pairing: minho x f!reader rating: 18+ (minors dni) genres/warnings: friends to lovers, friends with benefits au, college au; fluff, angst, smut; unprotected sex (this is fiction, not real life. don’t do it kids), oral sex (m. and f. receiving), fingering, cum eating, praise kink if you squint???, could’ve been edited a bit more but oh well i tried lol word count: 3.2k

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If loving you’s a crime Cuff me up, I’ll do my time for you, girl When I make you mine (when I make you mine) Didn’t come all this way just to waste your time

Over Some Wine - RINI ft. Maeta

It wouldn’t have taken that long to walk to your apartment. And normally, you would welcome the brisk night stroll with friends, basking in the chilly but pleasant air as you wander the empty streets, with nothing but the glow of everlasting youth for warmth every time the wind breezes by.

Though tonight you had opted to hail a taxi back to yours after leaving the club. You’re not an impatient person and neither is Minho, but whenever you’re around him, waiting always seems to be the hardest thing to do.

The entire time you were in the car, his hand was on your leg, the touch seemingly innocent at first, until his fingers started trailing higher and higher, until his hand was gripping your inner thigh. His knuckles brushed against your core at one point, and you had to summon every last bit of control not to jump his bones right then and there.

Once you're finally within the comfort of your own home, Minho's got you hoisted up with your legs wrapped around his waist, his lips instantly chasing yours while his hands settle on your ass, squeezing you as he carries you to your bedroom. He knows the layout of your apartment well enough that he doesn't have to break away from the kiss for more than a second to navigate the place and reach his desired destination.

It's only when he has lowered you on the bed that he stops kissing you, latching onto your neck while his clothed erection grinds against you. You choke on a breath as Minho sucks on a sweet spot, his favorite place to mark you. You love it, even though you always end up complaining to him that you have to cover it up when you go outside.

His hands knead you roughly, one still on your ass, the other having moved to your chest. You tug on his shirt, desperate and impatient, and he complies almost immediately. He finishes his work on your neck with a particular hard suck, his tongue soothing the skin before he pulls away from you just far enough to get rid of the shirt.

Minho dives in to kiss you again but you put a hand on his chest, pushing him back slightly before your lips could meet. “Take off your pants,” you demand restlessly.

“What?” he simpers, though his hands are already reaching to undo his belt. “You don’t wanna kiss some more?”

“You can kiss me while you fuck me.”

It’s easy to tell that your words affect him, judging from the way his eyes glaze over with lust and the retort that he swallows back down. While he kicks off his jeans and boxers, you work on stripping yourself bare for him. You’re both naked in record time, and then he’s gravitating toward you once again.

It’s routine at this point; Minho likes to make you come at least once or twice before he fucks you. He’s about to descend your body before you’re stopping him with a hand on his shoulder.

“Not gonna let me have a taste?” he pouts.

“Later,” you tell him. “I just need you now.”

He bites his lip like he’s contemplating it, then slots his body between your open legs, his bare cock positioned on your inner thigh. “You sure? Don’t want me to prep you first?” he asks.

“No.” Your hands slide up his neck, pulling him closer until he’s resting his forehead against yours. “Can’t wait. Want you so bad...”

You’re practically whimpering, positively dripping with need as you tell him this. It makes Minho lose his mind a little bit, makes his breath hitch. He kisses you again as his fingers slip through your folds, pleased to find that you’re already beyond wet.

The sounds that you make, muffled by his lips, go straight to his cock; the length throbs, hardens impossibly more.

He dips his fingers into your entrance regardless, burying them to the hilt, scissoring you open. You buck against his hand instantly, your pliant cunt soaking his digits as you whine - or try to, anyway. It’s good, the way he’s fucking his fingers into you, but you need more.

“Min, just fuck me...” You break the kiss to look at him with darkened eyes, full of desire. “Please.”

“Whatever you want, baby.” Then he’s pulling out, making a quick show of sucking his fingers clean, humming contentedly at your taste. The sudden emptiness that he leaves you with almost hurts, but it dissipates when he aligns himself with you, rubbing his tip against your clit a few times before he’s finally pushing in.

There’s a stretch but it’s not unpleasant. It’s delicious, how he fills you up so perfectly like he was made just for you.

That thought crosses your mind again.

My puzzle piece. My perfect fit.

You let out a drawn moan as Minho bottoms out. You can’t think straight, not when he’s this close to you, not when you can feel all of him. Not when it’s practically suffocating you, just how intimate the moment is.

You know it’s not exactly what you signed up for, or at least you still try to remind yourself that. And yet...

You two don’t use condoms anymore; you haven’t in a while. It’s a little reckless and stupid, you know that. Maybe if someone else had come to you and told you that they were forgoing protection with their close-friend-turned-friend-with-benefits, you would scold the shit out of them. But this is your situation, and people don’t tend to be very wise when it comes to their own dilemmas, do they?

Minho always pulls out, and you never forget to take your birth control. Of course, there’s always some concern, but it isn’t really on the forefront of your mind right now. There hasn’t been any scares so far.

“Okay?” he asks, brushing his lips against your cheek as he holds your waist.

You nod fervently. “More than okay. Please move.”

He chuckles at your impatience, giving your sides a tender squeeze before rearing his hips back. The drag of his cock along your walls makes you sigh, and when he plunges back into you, you almost shudder from how fucking good it feels.

“Minho...” His name falls from your lips hoarsely, brokenly. The pace he sets is fast, makes you see stars from the get-go. He would’ve preferred to play with you a bit more to ease the stretch for you, but he knows you wouldn’t have asked if you didn’t think you could handle it.

You pull him closer with your arms around his neck until your chest is pressed tightly against his. He kisses you again, slowly, sweetly, while he thrusts into you hard and fast.

You know he likes it when you’re loud for him, because of him. He’s told you that much himself. But more often than not, Minho would kiss you a lot during sex, swallowing the moans trying to escape from you.

Maybe he’s just looking out for your poor neighbors.

Or maybe he just likes kissing you that much.

“Fuck,” he groans against your lips, breaking away momentarily to let you breathe. His cock nudges your g-spot on every stroke and it feels like heaven. “You’re doing so good, baby. Always take me so well.”

You don’t know if it’s the pet name that makes your heart skip a beat or if it’s just the praise in general, but either way, it fills you with an indescribable warmth.

You clench around him, your thighs instinctively hugging his waist tighter and that’s how he knows you’re almost there. “Gonna come for me?” he asks, his hips never easing up on their brutal pace because goddamn Lee Minho and his fucking stamina. One of his hands sneaks down to meet your clit, drumming it like he’s playing the freaking guitar and it makes you want to scream.

“So close,” you cry out. He’s brought you to that edge already, and all you have to do now is... fall. “Min, I’m...”

“I’m here. I’ve got you.”

And so you do. You fall. You let yourself tip over the edge and into the sea of pleasure that awaits you. It’s stars exploding behind your eyelids, wonderfully devastating. It’s rapturous euphoria, the way Minho holds you through it all, how he peppers kisses along your jawline, how he never ceases his movements, making your high last as long as possible.

He holds out until he’s seen your orgasm through. When your bliss subsides, his hips stutter, turning more erratic.

“I’m close,” he rasps out.

You hold his face and mimic his actions just a couple minutes ago, kissing his cheek, the bridge of his nose and the cute mole on the side, then finally his lips. “Where do you want it?”

“Your mouth,” he asks gently. “Please.”

When Minho pulls out, you move toward him, settling on your hands and knees until your face is level with his bare cock. He lets out a breathless moan as you take him into your awaiting mouth, humming contentedly when you taste yourself on him. He has both hands on you, one tangled in your hair, the other stroking your cheek affectionately, all the while his hips thrust into your mouth slowly until he hits the back of your throat, only to pull back and do it again repeatedly.

You peer up at him through your lashes, and Minho just thinks you’re so fucking pretty like this, looking at him with innocent eyes, yet you’re doing downright obscene things with him, letting him do the filthiest things to you.

You place your hand on top of his own, the one that’s on your face, caressing your cheekbone. “Baby,” he whimpers brokenly as you hollow out your cheeks to try and suck him off better. His heavy length throbs on your tongue, pulsating with the need to come. He’s aware that he sounds beyond needy and desperate, but you’re just so warm and wet and a fucking goddess that it makes him short-circuit, wiping his mind clean until all he knows is you.

Nothing else, no one else but you.

It takes him only a few more sloppy thrusts before he’s calling out your name in a drawn-out moan, spilling his hot cum down your throat, coating your tastebuds with him. You bop your head along his length for a minute longer, until you’re certain that he has nothing left to give you. When you’re done, your tongue wanders from the base to the tip, lightly sucking and licking the head like a kitten, before you open your mouth to show him that you’ve been a good girl.

Minho is dazed as he stares at you, his lips parted as he tries to even out his breathing. You smile triumphantly as you watch him try to get his bearings, but after a moment, he’s still quiet. You’re about to poke his side to get him to come down from the clouds, but he’s suddenly pulling you up by your arms and kissing you hard. You let out a surprised gasp, muffled against his mouth, before you relax against him, placing your hands on his shoulders to steady yourself.

He moans when he tastes himself on your tongue, and the vibration caused by the sound makes you press your thighs together.

One of his hands gropes your bare ass before his fingers find your core again, rubbing your slit, gathering the moisture there.

“Did sucking me off make you wet again?” Minho pulls back slightly to ask, a smirk evident on his lips. You don’t say anything; you just look at him with bashful eyes. “Want me to make you come again?”

At this, you nudge his nose with yours. “Will you?” you ask coyly. “Just a quick one.”

He kisses you once more before he gently pushes you backward, motioning for you to lie on the bed as he settles with his head between your legs.

He sucks a faint mark into one of your inner thighs. “Anything for you,” he says.

His lips latch onto your awaiting clit, sucking it into his mouth gently and instantly making you sigh in pure bliss. Your fingers thread themselves in his hair, tugging on it when two of his fingers dip into your entrance without warning. The digits enter you easily, aided by your excess wetness, fucking you fast, determined to make you come again.

You feel like you’re floating.

There’s something about today. Some lines, blurred.

It doesn’t take long before you find yourself nearing the edge again. You’re still a bit sensitive from your previous orgasm after all. “Ah, shit… There…” you keen out, your greedy hands trying to push him further against your cunt, which he happily obliges. 

When you come in his mouth, your thighs shaking around his head, Minho laps it all up, taking his sweet time to lick you clean. You feel him moan against your core, and it isn’t until you start wincing from the overstimulation that he releases you.

A smug grin blooms on his lips as he crawls up the bed, lying down next to you. You take a couple of minutes to catch your breath, thoroughly enjoying the warmth that settles deep in your belly and the satisfying sensation between your legs. You cover your body with the duvet before you roll onto your side to face him.

Pillow talk isn’t your forte.

You just watch him as he watches you carefully, neither of you saying anything as the electricity in the air settles. You wait to see if he would speak, but after a moment, your eyelids start getting heavy. Exhaustion catches up with your body quicky.

“Tired?” Minho asks.

“Mhmm.”

He waits for another beat, reaches a hand out to stroke your hair softly before he gets up and goes to the bathroom. The aftercare is routine, and you cannot express how much you appreciate him for it. He returns with a damp cloth, then peels the duvet from your bottom half to clean you up. He does all of it quietly, and the silence makes you even drowsier.

When Minho is done, he pats your leg and covers you up again. He goes back to observing you and your sleepy face for another minute. You keep your eyes open as you try to maintain eye contact but it’s hard; you feel like you could pass out any second now.

Nevertheless, even in your exhausted state, you still sense the light somberness that befalls the confines of your walls. Usually, this is the part where he leaves, and you can tell that he doesn’t like the realization that he has to go now.

You see it in his face and it makes you a little sad because you know he wants to stay.

Then, it strikes you that you don’t really want him to leave either. At least not tonight.

“It’s late. You can stay the night,” you say quietly, “if you want.”

The same excuse that you used to kick him out the last time, now you’re using to get him to stay.

Minho seems surprised. “Are you okay with that?”

“I wouldn’t have brought it up if I wasn’t okay with it.”

“Oh.”

You catch the tip of his ears turning red. It’s endearing, for some reason.

He puts on his boxers from where they were abandoned on the floor earlier, but opts to remain shirtless. His movements are a bit graceless, like he doesn’t really know what to do with himself.

This is a first for the both of you. The first time he’s ever stayed over.

“Do you want me to grab you a shirt?” he asks.

You nod lazily. “Yes, please.”

Minho wanders over to your wardrobe and rummages through your t-shirt drawer. He picks one out from the bunch, holding it up for you to see. It takes a few seconds for your brain to catch up with you, but when it does, you realize that it’s not your shirt at all. It’s Minho’s, one that he left here some time ago and you were just never reminded to give it back.

“Oh,” you say. “You can wear it if you want. It’s yours anyway.”

“I think I’d rather see you wear it.”

You don’t argue because you’re tired and it’s just a shirt. You throw it on when he hands it to you along with a clean pair of underwear.

“What?” you ask when he just hovers over your bed and stares at you.

His gaze flickers from your eyes to the shirt covering your body, his lips curling upward before he tells you, “Nothing.”

After turning off the lights, Minho climbs into bed with you. You’re lying on your back and you suspect that he’s in a similar position, though you don’t turn to look at him to make sure. It’s awkward, and you don’t really know what to do about it.

A couple minutes later, he brushes his fingers against yours. “Can I?”

You don’t know what he’s asking, but you agree nonetheless. “Okay.”

There’s some shuffling from his direction, like he’s rolled over onto one side to face you in the dark. He wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you closer, until your back is flushed against his bare chest. The godforsaken thing that you call a heart starts beating wildly for a reason unbeknownst to you. It’s difficult to breathe properly when he’s holding you like this.

Like you’ve never been held before.

You think Minho feels the stiffness of your body in his arms because he starts rubbing odd patterns on your skin, up and down your sides, trying to soothe you.

It helps a bit, but then again it’s probably the sleepiness seeping in more and more too.

“Hey,” you start. “About what Hyunjin said at the party tonight.”

Minho pauses the movements of his fingers a second. “What did he say?”

“The thing he said about the girl…”

He laughs his cute laugh then, his chest vibrating with the sound. “You know the girl is you, right?”

“Don’t be a smartass.”

“It’s cute.”

“It’s not.”

“Okay,” he chuckles, patting your stomach with affection. “What about what Hyunjin said?”

You take a breath. “I don’t know. What if everyone finds out?”

“They won’t,” Minho reassures you. “They’re not the brightest bunch.”

“Be serious.”

“I am serious,” he protests, then his voice gets smaller, full of hesitation as he asks, “Even if they do find out, would it really be that bad?”

“It wouldn’t be the end of the world,” you tell him, “but I don’t know, it’s…”

Then you trail off, not really knowing what to say. It’s what? Embarrassing? Scary? What?

“Come on.” Minho presses a kiss into your hair after a moment of dead silence. Maybe he thinks that you’ve fallen asleep, or maybe he’s trying to keep you from overthinking everything. The gentle kiss would’ve made you weak in the knees if you aren’t already lying down. “Go to sleep. We’ll talk about it later.”

Your mind takes you back to what he said just now. You can’t help but think how that sentence would sound better if only he’d switched out one word for another.

My girl…

You know my girl is you, right?

It makes your heart skip a beat, then you’re snuggling further into the warmth of his embrace, where he welcomes you with no reservation.

You drift off to the sound of his breathing, dreaming about you and him.

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Impossibly Impassioned

TerzOmega ~ Breeding Kink ~ Resurrection AU

4.9k words Post-Breeding Companion Fic/Sequel

AO3 Version

" 'Waiting for you to put a baby in me xx,' was all Terzo thought he’d have to say, accompanied by a racy photo of him pulling his pants down low to one side, just enough to expose his hip bone and happy trail, showing off his trim stomach and shapely waist. He included a pouty selfie for good measure, his bottom lip jutting out just so, waiting to be bitten. "

Terzo and Omega get up to some babymaking.

Content Warning: breeding, mpreg (cis), biting and blood mention

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Terzo was frustrated. 

He had been aiming to spread his frustration to his husband as well, but Omega’s silence on the other end of their text thread was deafening. Terzo thought for sure that his messages would drive Omega wild, would have him begging for Terzo to make up an excuse to come home early. 

“Waiting for you to put a baby in me xx,” was all Terzo thought he’d have to say, accompanied by a racy photo of him pulling his pants down low to one side, just enough to expose his hip bone and happy trail, showing off his trim stomach and shapely waist. He included a pouty selfie for good measure, his bottom lip jutting out just so, waiting to be bitten. His smug self-satisfied attitude faded after the first five minutes with no response, quickly turning into disappointment and despair. 

Ever since it became possible for them to conceive, ever since there had been hope for starting a family despite their anatomy… they had been insatiable. They tried to have every encounter end with Omega cumming in Terzo, unwilling to waste a single opportunity, a single ounce of potential. For their entire relationship, they had reluctantly accepted that they were biologically incompatible. That was until they learned that with enough work and sacrifice and black magic, they could be. Primo wasn't happy to be helping facilitate their mission with his own research and instruction, but he owed them. Now that the real work was done, the fun could begin.

Terzo was so let down by Omega ignoring him that he considered finding an excuse to stay late. Truth be told, he was a little embarrassed after having put himself out there like that. He took a risk, and it didn’t pay off; his face grew hot every time he thought about it for too long. Deciding to bite the bullet and head home on time anyway, he finished up what he was doing and made the trek back to their chambers. Hesitating for a split second, he unlocked the door, almost nervous. Breathe, he told himself. It’s just Omega. His heart was still pounding in his ears regardless.

“I’m home, amore! I missed you toda–” was all he could get out before Omega appeared seemingly out of nowhere, pinning him to the closed door with his body. Terzo’s senses immediately zeroed in on the feeling of Omega’s erection pressing into his stomach. The enticing heat of Omega’s hard length through his boxer briefs was enough to distract Terzo from the fact that Omega was nude, save for his underwear, a fact that it took his brain too long to process. All of his dusky-grey skin was on full display; Terzo wanted to touch every inch.

“Finally,” Omega murmured, licking up Terzo’s neck possessively. “I’ve been waiting for you all day, you little tease.” He growled low in Terzo’s ear before biting the lobe, his usual gentleness absent. Terzo felt the pinch of pain and yelped, the sensation going straight to his cock. 

Omega’s mouth was upon his in an instant, his tongue a welcome intruder. It took Terzo a moment to kiss back, to get into the headspace that he was in when he’d been toying with Omega from his office, but when he found it his need returned with a vengeance. His arms wrapped around Omega’s neck, deepening the kiss as Omega began to grind against him. When Omega fondled him through his pants, Terzo pulled away, unable to suppress the cocky grin that threatened to overtake his face.

“I take it you did see my texts, then?” Terzo quipped. Omega snarled lightly at him, baring his fangs. Terzo didn’t have a chance to react before he was dragged to the bedroom by his shirt collar. Omega slammed the bedroom door behind them, stripping Terzo in record time and tossing him roughly onto the bed. When Omega finally sprung free from his underwear, his impressive length rock hard and flushed, glistening with precum, Terzo’s mouth began to water.

Omega grabbed the lube from their nightstand, quickly prepping. He glared at Terzo while he stroked himself, as if daring him to protest his aggressive treatment. Terzo wouldn't dream of it. Satisfied with the job he’d done, Omega pushed Terzo flat on his back and propped his hips up on two fluffy pillows.

Terzo’s body hummed with anticipation as Omega got himself into position, claws digging into Terzo’s thighs, spreading him wide. This forceful side of Omega rarely came out to play, and Terzo found it exhilarating. Omega pushed inside, only going slow enough to ensure that he wouldn’t hurt his partner. He let out a guttural groan as he was fully seated.

“Nn... Fuck, you’re so tight… I’m gonna creampie your tight little hole,” Omega hissed through gritted teeth as he began to move. “That’s what you want, isn’t it? You want my cum inside you?” Terzo was already panting, having been given no time to adjust before Omega started thrusting. “You want me to put a baby in you? Isn’t that what you said?” Omega made intense eye contact, Terzo finding himself unable to look away. 

“Omega–!” was all that Terzo could manage. Omega growled, tightening his grip on Terzo's thighs.

“That’s not an answer, Terzo. Use your words like a good boy.” Omega thrust up into him hard to spur a better response. Terzo threw his head back, Omega stimulating his prostate in the most delicious way. Precum was already pooling on his stomach. He was almost embarrassed about how violently turned on he was so soon; he was positively aching, throbbing a little harder with every word that left Omega's mouth. 

“O-Omega! Please cum in me, Omega, I need it so bad, please, oh fuck… Please!” Terzo begged with a needy whine, moving his hips in time with Omega’s. He wrapped his legs around Omega’s waist, trying to draw him in deeper. Omega chuckled darkly. 

“That’s better… That’s better. My good little cumslut. You look so pretty with my cock in you...” Omega’s voice was syrupy sweet. 

Looking down, Terzo saw a bulge in his belly appear and disappear due to Omega’s massive size. He felt like he was going to pass out from arousal, having to look away. Omega rode him mercilessly until Terzo was mewling and begging incoherently beneath him.

“You were made to take this cock. Fuck, you feel so good… I’m gonna wreck you, you’re all mine.” He could tell that Omega was getting worked up by his own dirty talk, his thrusts growing more forceful. He pulled nearly all the way out before slamming back in to the hilt, punishing Terzo with his body. “I’m gonna fucking breed you, Terzo. Tell me that’s what you want and I’ll do it.” Omega’s hands wandered over Terzo’s hips, his thighs, claws digging hard and leaving deep scratches that began to dew with drops of blood. Omega was marking him. Terzo shuddered.

“Sì! Oh fuck, breed me, please, I need to carry your kits…” The words came out in a rush before he could think about what he was saying. It was true. The thought of finally being impregnated by his husband after all their years together, of being full of Omega’s kits, was intoxicating. It was all he could think about, and not just when they fucked anymore. It was constantly in the back of his mind, a brutal yearning that consumed him. He needed to be Omega’s in every way possible. Satanas, he wanted to have Omega’s babies so badly. Terzo writhed beneath his lover’s ministrations, squirming and struggling for air as he throbbed hard, his body on fire with want. “Aa–! Omega, you fuck me so good…”

“I’m gonna pump you so full, you’re gonna look so beautiful, all big and round and heavy with my kits. Everyone’s going to see what a naughty little slut you are. They’re gonna know you’re mine, that I bred you.” Omega leaned down to bite Terzo’s shoulder, fangs sinking in deep and drawing blood. Terzo cried out, a hand flying to the back of Omega’s head to hold him closer. Omega drank greedily, his thrusts becoming shallow due to their position. When he finally pulled away after taking his fill, Omega gave the wound a long lick, relishing the taste. Terzo felt like he was going to combust. Omega sat back up, resuming his punishing rhythm.

“You’re such a whore for me.” Terzo saw Omega’s teeth still washed faintly red as he licked his lips to clean up any remaining mess. “My pretty little whore, always so hungry for my cock.” Terzo moaned louder with each thrust, fists balled up in the sheets. Terzo was so close, grabbing his own cock and stroking himself with abandon. Omega swatted his hand away, reaching into Terzo’s mind with his quintessence and forcibly stopping the orgasm that Terzo had been on the brink of. Terzo was on the verge of tears, whining loudly in protest. 

“Ah ah... If you want me to fill your tight little hole up with my seed, you’ve got to earn every drop. You’ve got to work for it. I know how bad you need it, I can feel it, but you’ve got to tell me yourself.” Omega flashed him a wicked grin. Terzo did cry this time as he gasped for air, tears streaming down his face. The mounting pleasure was building up, creating so much pressure inside of him with no way to release it under Omega’s control. He bit his tongue against a scream.

“Omega, please let me cum, please, fuck, I can’t fucking take it,” Terzo moaned. “I need your cum inside me, I need it more than anything. Fill me up with your kits, make me yours,” he whimpered breathlessly. He was struggling to get the words out, but he knew they were his only ticket to salvation.

“No. If you want me to put a kit in you, I need to hear you scream for it,” Omega snarled. “I want the whole fucking abbey to hear you screaming for my cock.” He reached into Terzo’s mind, amplifying his pleasure even further. A scream wrenched its way from Terzo’s throat. In the only distant corner of his mind still capable of rational thought, he idly wondered if anyone else really could hear him. He didn’t care anymore. Let them hear how mad Omega was driving him, how hard he was getting fucked.

After what felt like an agonizing eternity, Terzo was finally, finally allowed his release. His back arched so hard that his hips nearly came off of the bed, his cum spurting with such force that some of it landed on his face. He screamed again, his cries echoing off the walls of their bedroom. His orgasm seemed to go on forever, the pleasure almost painful, until finally it eased away with a pathetic whimper. Omega continued thrusting as Terzo came down, Terzo squirming as his oversensitive prostate was stimulated. 

“Cum in me, Omega, please cum in me… I need your cum so bad… Please give me a baby,” Terzo whispered. Omega lost it, shooting his hot load into Terzo with a shout of his own. Omega kept moving through his orgasm, pumping slowly even after he’d finished, wanting to fuck his seed in deeper. When he could no longer keep going, he reluctantly pulled out, collapsing between Terzo’s legs with his head on Terzo's flat stomach. He lavished it with kisses, and Terzo reached down to entwine one of their hands together.

Omega pulled his hand away after a minute to delicately run his fingers along the raised welts he’d left on Terzo’s hips and thighs in a silent apology. Terzo gazed at him tenderly, running a hand through his hair.

“You have nothing to be sorry for, mio caro. I love it when you mark me up.” Terzo meant it with every fiber of his being. Omega cracked a small smile, looking up at Terzo with eyes full of adoration. He rubbed Terzo’s belly slowly, his expression morphing into something more wistful.

“I hope it takes this time,” Omega said quietly. Terzo stroked the ghoul’s horns.

“I hope so too.” 

“You're so good to me, tesoro,” Omega whispered against Terzo’s skin. The corners of Terzo’s eyes crinkled. His smile was infectious, soon spreading to Omega. 

“I love you. You deserve nothing less,” Terzo crowed. “My beautiful ghoul.” Omega pulled him closer, nuzzling against him.

When Terzo began to yawn and rub his eyes, Omega helped him to the ensuite, running a bath for them both. Terzo knew Omega thought the water temperatures that Terzo preferred were just a step below the heat of the pit, but Omega always obliged him, bathing with him regardless. They’d always bathed and showered together for nearly the entirety of their three decades as a couple. A thought struck Terzo: he wondered if Omega had showered in the same temperature water as they always had together while Terzo was dead. He swallowed hard. Tonight was not the night to ask such a question. He banished the thought before Omega could pick up on the creeping sadness with his quintessence.

Before they got in, Omega sat Terzo on the edge of the bathtub, carefully cleaning Terzo’s bite and scratches. He kissed each one before swabbing them gently with peroxide, not wanting to subject his mate to the sting of rubbing alcohol. Terzo wouldn’t have minded if he did; it was simply a reminder of being claimed. He smiled fondly down at his husband as he took care of him so tenderly. 

When they got settled into the water, Omega insisted that they wash first so that the water wouldn’t cool before they finished bathing this time. Omega couldn’t have his little human mate getting cold, especially not now that they were trying to get pregnant. They took their time sudsing each other up, Omega scrubbing at Terzo’s hair lightly with shampoo with his claws while Terzo hummed to him. When they were both clean they relaxed together, Terzo leaning back against Omega. The ghoul couldn’t take his hands off of him, his fingers dancing over the skin of Terzo’s belly. What started as gentle kisses to Terzo’s neck quickly escalated into Omega sucking and biting, leaving blooming bruises in his wake.

Omega’s touch grew bolder and traveled lower until he was teasing his way through the v of Terzo’s hips. He teased around where Terzo wanted him, spreading his legs and caressing his inner thighs. Soon Terzo was breathing hard through his nose, leaning harder against Omega. He felt Omega’s cock twitch against his back, miraculously hard again. Terzo was getting there too, the throbbing between his legs becoming difficult to ignore.

“Again, amore mio?” Terzo laughed, trying to hide how pleased he was with this development.

“Mm, how can I resist? I’m about to make you the father of my children, what’s more attractive than that?” Omega nuzzled into the crook of his neck, luxuriating in the scent of his skin before kissing along the scar that he found there. Terzo shivered at his words, his cock jumping.

“Is that a threat?”

“No, mio amato. It’s a promise.” His hand found Terzo’s shaft, stroking leisurely along his length and teasing his tip in slow circles. Terzo groaned, letting his head fall back against Omega’s shoulder, feeling himself grow harder in Omega’s hand by the second. When Terzo began to subtly thrust, Omega stopped, withdrawing his touch. Terzo whined at the loss.

“So impatient, tesoro…” Omega murmured against Terzo’s skin. “I think we should get out now. We don’t want to waste a single drop of my cum, do we?” There was a smile evident in Omega’s voice, and Terzo shook his head emphatically. 

After they’d toweled off, Omega caught Terzo by the chin, kissing him fiercely. His other hand wandered down Terzo’s lean, muscled body, pumping him quickly. Terzo moaned into his mouth before needing to break away to catch his breath. Omega released him to cup and squeeze Terzo’s ample ass, clawed fingers kneading. Before Terzo knew what was happening, he was being lifted. He wrapped his legs around Omega, meeting his lips in a bruising kiss while he stroked along his jaw.

Omega swept their belongings off of the cluttered bathroom counter with little regard, both of them ignoring the sound of things clattering to the floor. He sat Terzo down on the edge of it, never breaking their kiss. When Omega did pull away, it was so he could trail his lips down Terzo’s body. He made a stop at Terzo’s nipples, Terzo gasping and arching at the attention being given to one of his most sensitive areas. To Terzo’s surprise, Omega dropped to his knees before him on the floor, nudging Terzo’s legs apart. He didn’t need much prompting, spreading wide for Omega. 

Terzo was treated to Omega licking his hole with the flat of his forked tongue before swirling around his rim. Terzo gasped again, the sensations catching him off guard. Omega hummed against him and Terzo groaned, the vibrations sending a shockwave of pleasure up his spine.

Omega prodded at Terzo’s mind with his quintessence, asking to be let in, to connect their minds. Terzo eagerly let him in, and Omega groaned at being able to feel his own tongue flicking against Terzo the way his lover did. When Omega began to touch himself, Terzo moaned at the sensation coursing over their bond, throwing his head back and closing his eyes. Omega was diamond-hard and dripping onto the floor, throbbing with every heartbeat. 

When Omega’s tongue slipped inside, Terzo cried out. His hands gripped Omega’s horns, pulling his soft white hair, unable to settle. He squeezed Omega’s head tightly between his thighs, squirming when Omega let out a muffled chuckle. He could feel it as Omega tasted himself inside Terzo, letting his eyes flutter closed at the surge of arousal this stirred in his ghoul. Omega directed his thoughts at him, conveying one word that nearly sent Terzo over the edge.

“ Mine.”

Omega projected some of his recurring fantasies into Terzo’s head: Terzo, lounging bare in their bed, heavy with their child as he beckons Omega forward. Lazily fucking up into Terzo while he sits in his lap with his back to Omega’s chest, his hands exploring Terzo’s swollen belly. Pounding into Terzo with his face buried in the sheets, his ass in the air to take some of the weight of his rounded middle off of his back. 

Terzo’s eyes rolled into the back of his head at the onslaught of images, his thighs clamping down harder around Omega’s ears. All he could do was think back the word “ Please ,” trying to convey how badly he wanted all of those things. Omega decided now would be the perfect time to reach up and begin stroking Terzo again, working him hard and fast while his tongue continued its assault. Omega was chasing Terzo’s pleasure more than his own, determined to break him. Soon Terzo’s chest was heaving, leaving him fighting for air.  

“Wait–” Terzo stopped him, struggling to get the words out. Omega let his hand fall away but his tongue continued. “Your cock– I need your cock inside me… Oh fuck, Omega, please fuck me–!” Terzo knew that his begging was music to Omega’s ears. He groaned as he felt the bolt of lust that shot through Omega at his words. Omega disentangled himself from Terzo’s legs, quickly rising to his feet and hurrying to their bedroom. Terzo hated to see him go, but didn’t mind the view. Omega returned within seconds with a black bottle in hand, sloppily preparing himself and getting into position. 

Omega slammed balls deep into Terzo in an instant, not giving him any time to adjust before he set a brutal rhythm. Terzo let out a moan so loud that it was nearly a yell in response to being so full, so thoroughly fucked, so suddenly. He clung onto Omega’s shoulders, fingernails digging in and dragging down Omega’s back as though he were trying to leave marks of his own. Through Omega’s quintessence, Terzo felt his own tight warmth and pressure the way that Omega did, felt the maddening desire coursing through Omega’s veins. 

“Your hole belongs to me… You… Your body, your soul … belongs to me,” Omega spat through gritted teeth, sliding his hands under Terzo’s ass and digging his claws into his cheeks. Omega’s teeth sank into Terzo’s unmarred shoulder, hard enough to draw blood again, laying further claim to him. Terzo shivered as he felt Omega’s bottomless, insatiable appetite for his lover. Omega only released him when he could feel Terzo drawing close.

“Delicious,” Omega whispered in Terzo’s ear. Terzo began to tighten around Omega, unable to fight off his release any longer. He came hard on his own stomach, dragging Omega over the edge with him through their bond. Omega’s seed spilled into Terzo, leaking out of him, Omega doing his best to fuck it in deeper. Terzo collapsed into Omega’s arms, Omega chuckling and stroking his raven hair.

When Omega reluctantly pulled out, Terzo tried to stand on shaky legs and nearly fell. Omega caught him just in time. He was gingerly picked up and carried bridal style to their bed. After carefully setting Terzo down on his usual side of the bed, Omega got a towel and cleaned both of them up. Omega made sure their phones were plugged in and settled down bedside Terzo, laying his head on Terzo’s bare chest. Terzo felt a wave of warmth and love and a possessive protectiveness for his husband wash over him. His fingers carded through Omega’s hair as they basked in the afterglow together, soaking up the feel-good hormones. 

Omega’s hand came to rest on Terzo’s stomach, like it often did these days. There was little wonder why; there was nothing in this world that either of them wanted more than to have a family together. A previously locked door they had spent decades crying in front of was now open to them, and they were racing hand in hand to see what was on the other side. Terzo pulled Omega close to his body, placing an affectionate kiss to the top of his head while his free hand rubbed up and down Omega’s back.

“What are we gonna name them, tesoro?” Omega said dreamily, almost sleepily. Terzo couldn’t stop the smile that tugged at the corners of his mouth. They’d had this conversation many times over the previous months. Terzo had never once wavered in his stance, no matter how much he had been tempted to.

“You know we cannot talk about that until we are sure, mio caro,” Terzo warned him, but his tone was light. He was so close to giving in, he wanted to so badly; he just couldn't bear that much extra heartache, should their attempts fail. Omega made a noise that sounded suspiciously like a whine as he huffed.

“I know, I know. I’m sorry. I just get so excited… I can’t wait to meet them. I can’t wait to have a kit with you.” Omega sighed. Terzo’s heart ached, years of deep sorrow only barely masked by their newfound hope. Terzo knew Omega must be picking up on the pangs of sadness shooting through him and didn’t want it to ruin their night, but he couldn’t stop it. Omega pressed a lingering kiss to Terzo’s bare skin, projecting feelings of calm reassurance onto him. It helped, at least a little. 

“I love you so much, Terzo, you are everything to me. The only thing in any realm that matters.”

One kiss turned into two, then three, and then Omega’s mouth was roaming across the expanse of Terzo’s chest, taking his time. Omega’s breath grew heavy and hot against Terzo’s skin. When Omega’s tongue came out to give Terzo’s nipple a long lick, Terzo inhaled sharply, his body jolting. Omega kissed the overly-sensitive flesh at first, then began sucking and nipping, his tongue flicking and swirling around it. Terzo felt himself throb almost painfully as his tired body struggled to keep up with the overwhelming sensations. 

Omega sat up to reach the other nipple, giving it the same treatment while Terzo twitched and writhed. His hand found Terzo’s cock, lightly running his clawed fingers up and down his shaft. Terzo jumped.

“Ah–! A-amore, I do not think I can do it again… not tonight. I am drained. I have nothing left in me to give…” Terzo reluctantly admitted. Omega pressed himself against Terzo’s leg, already half hard.

“Mm, but I still have plenty to give you.” Omega still sounded impossibly turned on. He kissed his way up Terzo’s neck until he came to rest at his earlobe, biting. “Do you want it? I’ll give it all to you if that’s what you want. You have all of me, always.” Terzo took a long moment to think about it.

“Sì. Give me everything you have left. I want all of you…” Terzo was aching with need, unable to fight the fire raging within him. He reached over to grasp Omega’s cock, pumping him in slow strokes. Omega’s mouth latched back onto Terzo’s nipple, working him harder this time. Terzo squeaked. He released Omega to cup and stroke his balls, earning a low groan. Omega released him with a soft sound.

“Roll over for me, mio amato,” Omega murmured. Terzo knew what he wanted, moving to face away from his husband. Omega spooned up next to him, grinding against Terzo’s ass. Terzo reached to grab the bottle of lube they kept on the bedside table and passed it to him, and Omega rewarded him with a kiss on the cheek. Terzo hummed happily. 

Preparing himself quickly, Omega grabbed Terzo’s leg, slinging it over his own for easier access. Terzo sobbed as Omega slowly slipped inside, overstimulated but desperately craving more. After letting out a shuddering sigh of relief, Omega gave Terzo a moment before he began to move. He was gentle, moving in long, smooth thrusts. An arm snaked its way around Terzo, pulling his hips closer to his body, wanting to go deeper. His hand began to play with Terzo’s cock, but Terzo whimpered pitifully.

“I’m sorry, mia ombra, that is too much. I can't handle it,” Terzo said, his voice thick with remorse. Omega nuzzled against the back of Terzo’s neck as he let him go.

“Don’t apologize, mio amato, it’s ok,” he cooed, kissing the bite he’d left on Terzo’s shoulder. He moved his hand to Terzo’s lower belly, feeling the impact of his own cock. Terzo shivered, want mounting but knowing he’d be unable to finish; he was simply too sensitive. He shed a tear in frustration, deciding to close his eyes and instead revel in how good he already felt.

Omega’s hands began to map out Terzo’s body, caressing every inch of skin he could reach. When he once again got to Terzo’s nipples, he began to play with them, circling and tweaking. Terzo made a sound that was somewhere between a cry and a moan, pushing back into Omega. He’d meant it when he said he wanted all of his partner, every inch. Soon Omega’s thrusts grew faster, more frantic, panting in Terzo’s ear. Terzo started to pant along with him at being ridden so hard. When Omega came in Terzo one final time, snarling almost painfully as his claws dug hard into Terzo’s hip, Terzo didn’t cum in return. He was too worn out, and he was ok with that. He was simply happy to have satisfied his husband, to have been filled up with his seed again.

They lay there entwined together as they caught their breath, Omega still buried in Terzo’s ass, whispering praise and sweet nothings to him. Terzo had nearly fallen asleep when Omega finally decided to withdraw. Rolling over and stumbling to his feet, Omega retrieved the towel and again cleaned them up. Terzo selfishly missed his warmth, but he knew they’d be uncomfortable in the morning if he didn’t. When Omega crawled back into bed and wrapped his arms around him, Terzo turned in his hold, nuzzling his face into Omega’s soft white chest hair. They pressed their bodies together tightly, both wanting to be as close as possible.

“Omega?” Terzo asked quietly.

“Yeah?” Omega’s voice was soft in answer. His claws drew unseen patterns on Terzo’s back that almost tickled.

“Do you really think it’ll work?” There was sadness in Terzo’s voice that he couldn’t hide. Omega squeezed him tighter.

“Yes, mia luce. Yes. I know it will, I feel it in my heart. We are destined to have a family. We have fought so hard to get here, defied so many impossible odds. Our fates are intertwined. You are my miracle, and we will get another.” Omega’s tone was gentle but firm, leaving no room for argument. Terzo teared up, nodding as Omega’s words sank in. He felt safe and warm, full of love for the ghoul holding him. Full of love for their potential family, a love that he was still learning not to be afraid of.

He drifted off in Omega’s embrace to blissful dreams of a coveted future, flooded with images of a beautiful little girl who looked just like his husband. He hoped to meet her someday.