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moonhoures · 3 years ago

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first love part 3

pairing: soobin (txt) + reader (fem.)

genre: non-idol!au, college!au, angst, fluff, smut [ nsfw | mdni ]

warnings: 18+, explicit smut, minors do not interact, oral (f & m receiving), facial, cum eating, light choking, overstimuation, finger sucking, soft dom!soobin, sulky & jealous!soobin, unprotected sex (but reader is on birth control so), vaginal penetration, slight mention of breeding kink?, nipple play, multiple orgasms, dirty talk, soobin calls reader “slut” like once, marking, hair pulling, aftercare in the shower, idk if it’s considered exhibitionism but they have sex in a house where other people are sleeping?, and i think that’s everything. let me know if i missed anything!

word count: ~20.9K

synopsis:

disclaimer: i completely made up the names for soobin’s family members. this is all fictional and in no way does it portray his family irl. none of this is meant to disrespect his family, so please don’t take it seriously. we’re here to have fun :)

a/n: first, thank you to everyone who read the first two parts and enjoyed them/left feedback, i appreciate you more than you know. thank you for also being so patient while i worked on this part! i know it was a super long wait. again, i’m sorry for that! second, the formatting on this is fucked up, but ‘ ― ― ― ‘ is considered a little time skip. happy holidays!!!! xoxo

posted: december 22, 2021

haven’t read the first love series? you can catch up here

“Are you sure you’re alright?”

The tiny, loose strand on the hem of your skirt fell limp as you let go of it, turning your attention to your boyfriend in the driver’s seat. He met your eyes quickly before returning them to the road, but in that small moment you could see a glimpse of worry.

“Yeah,” you repeated it again, not sure if you were trying to convince him or yourself, “Yeah, I’m fine. Why?”

“Because you’ve barely spoken since we dropped Yeonjun off,” he replied.

You wanted to rebuttal and tell him it wasn’t true, but when you took note of the time, you realized he was right. The two of you dropped your mutual friend off at the train station as it was on the way to Soobin’s parents house.

That’s right. Today was the day you would finally meet his family. After Yeonjun was left at the station, you had thirty minutes left until you would arrive at Soobin’s childhood home. The entire ride you spent the time in internal turmoil, stressing about the ‘what if’s. What if they don’t like me? What if they think I’m not good enough for Soobin? What if I don’t meet their expectations? What if they don’t like their gifts? You got so immersed in your negative thoughts that Soobin had noticed your distressed expression shortly after your extended silence.

“Did you forget anything back at your dorm? Because we can turn back,” he said. You looked at him with wide eyes, an unbelieving smile creeping on the corners of your lips. Even if you had left anything behind, there was no way on Earth you were going to let him turn around and make the forty-five-minute drive back for it.

“No, Soobin. I didn’t leave anything. I’m just nervous is all,” you explained, turning away to avoid his gaze. Instead, you watched the random town you were in whiz by you outside the window.

“Why?” he asked, a pout evident in his voice, “You said you were really excited, and they’re all looking forward to meeting you. You can’t back out on me now, _______.”

He said the last sentence in a playfully threatening tone, making a grin appear on your lips. It grew wider when you felt his hand reach over to comfortingly rub your lower thigh. Your eyes made contact with his again before he smiled and leaned over to press a kiss to your cheek. He added, “We’re almost there. Just a few more minutes.”

You nodded, taking a deep breath in an attempt to calm your nerves. You had daydreamed about this day for so long. Soobin had told stories about growing up with his siblings—his sister forcing him to have tea parties with her or fighting with his brother over video games. His eyes always lit up when he spoke about his sister’s son, often showing you pictures of him. He was a toddler now, and Soobin would gush to you about how fun it was being an uncle. Like he said, you were really excited to meet them, so why was your stomach in knots?

“We’re here!” he announced, pulling you from your wandering thoughts again. You took note of how nice the neighborhood was, and his house was no exception. It was a two story, with a nice front lawn and a spacious driveway that was currently taken up by three vehicles, leaving only space for him to park. “Looks like my brother’s already here. I guess my sister will come by for dinner.”

Soobin told you to leave the luggage in the car for now, eagerly gesturing for you to follow him inside. You had only enough time to give yourself a once-over in the car window’s reflection before he took your hand and had you following him up the driveway to the front door. He opened the door with one hand as his other one held yours, squeezing it reassuringly while he guided you inside, “Mom! Dad! We’re home~!”

An unintelligible shout came from somewhere in the house, followed by the sounds of footsteps. While the sounds made their way towards you, you admired the living room. The furniture was set up nicely, facing the middle of the room that was nice and open for a pretty rug that matched the drapes over the window. A fireplace was lit on the other side of the room between the lit-up, decorated Christmas tree and the staircase that led to the second floor. The bottom of the staircase met the doorway to the dining room where Soobin’s mother emerged, a huge grin on her face at the sight of the two of you.

Soobin closed the door behind you before turning to her and engulfing her in a big bear hug. You watched with a happy heart as she pressed kisses to his cheeks.

“Mom, you’re acting like you didn’t see me two months ago,” he joked, laughing as she pinched his cheek.

“And you’re acting like a mother can’t miss her son,” she replied with equal attitude before turning to you. For a moment you wondered how her smile could get any bigger, but it did. She reached forward and enveloped you in an equally big hug, patting your back, “It’s so nice to finally see you! You’re so much prettier in person.”

You recalled when Soobin had visited for Chuseok, he had FaceTimed you one night, and his mother had walked in. She had begged him to see you over the phone and when he showed you on the other side, she was just as happy then as she was now. She was the one to suggest making concrete plans for you to visit for winter break, and that’s how you ended up here now.

Soobin’s father followed soon after, embracing Soobin in a hug before doing the same to you, “Yes, his mother has been talking about meeting you all morning.”

His words caused your cheeks to warm up, the flattery making your heart weak but happy. Their positive words were comforting as opposed to the worries you had during the ride here. Soobin’s father asked about the ride, if there was any traffic. His mother complimented your outfit, asking where you got your pieces from. In the midst of the conversation, you noticed a man—who you concluded was Soobin’s brother—coming from the kitchen to join the four of you.

“Welcome home, Soobin,” he smiled, getting your boyfriend’s attention as he embraced him.

“Sungmin~ This is my girlfriend, _______,” Soobin stepped aside, gesturing to you. You politely greeted him, reaching out to shake his hand which he accepted.

“Mom was right, you are very beautiful in person,” he commented, “For a while I was starting to believe Soobin was making you up.”

You chuckled softly, “Nope. I’m very much real. And thank you, you’re very handsome as well.”

You had seen him in photographs before, but only the ones on Soobin’s social media. The photos weren’t updated though; his brother looked different now than he did in the pictures you saw. He just seemed more put-together and mature—given, he was probably in college in the pictures you saw. And from what you understood, he had graduated a couple years ago now. He carried himself confidently and his smile was charming. You could immediately tell that Soobin took after his mother and sister more and his brother took after his father.

“You guys must be exhausted from your trip,” his mother spoke, “Would you like drinks? Food?”

You shook your head, “I’m fine, thank you.”

“Okay, well, Soobin, why don’t you and your father go get your luggage, and I’ll give _______ a tour of the house?”

“Alright, Mom.”

― ― ―

“Uh, this- This used to be Soobin’s and his brother’s room. We turned it into an office after they moved out. This is just our coat closet, and this is the guest bedroom where you’ll be staying. It used to be his sister’s room. There’s an en-suite bathroom, so you won’t have to go downstairs to use the bathroom in the middle of the night.”

Soobin’s mother opened the room to the bedroom she was referring to, revealing a generous-sized room, a queen-sized bed in the middle with nice wooden posts. There was a door to the right that was open, showing that there was a sink, toilet, and shower inside.

“And that’s all of the house,” she wrapped up, right on time for Soobin and Sungmin to walk up with the last of the bags. “Oh honey, yours will go downstairs.”

“But I thought you said we were staying up here?” Soobin questioned.

“________ is staying up here. You two boys will be sleeping in the living room on the pull-out couch,” she explained, causing your boyfriend to groan in slight annoyance. You were a little bummed when you realized what she meant too, but you understood her reasoning. Your mother would’ve done the same.

“Mom, come on. Soobin is a good kid, and responsible. Let them share the room,” Sungmin spoke up. His mother looked conflicted, as if she wanted to keep her foot down but she also didn’t want to look like the bad guy. You were about to insist that you were fine with the arrangement when his brother spoke again, “I’m sure _______ will be more comfortable rooming with Soobin than by herself, and let’s be real. They’ve probably slept in the same bed before now anyways, right?”

Your cheeks felt aflame from his question, and you could tell Soobin was just as embarrassed by the remark, but he answered, “Yes. A few times, but we will be on our best behavior. Promise.”

His mother gave Sungmin a pointed look before turning to Soobin with the same look. After a moment, she sighed, “Fine, but no funny business.”

She directed the order at Soobin who nodded fervently. She turned to you with her familiar smile, “I trust you two. It’s just hard accepting that all my babies are adults now.”

You nodded, “I understand. My mom is the same way. Like Soobin said, we’ll be on our best behavior, Mrs. Choi.”

“Good,” she sighed again, but more from relief than defeat. She spoke out loud before turning to Soobin, “Well, I’ll let you two settle in while I finish preparing dinner. Your sister should be here soon.”

― ― ―

Soobin’s sister, Heejin, arrived right in time for dinner, with her husband and toddler in tow. She was gorgeous and did indeed share several similarities to her mother as well as your boyfriend. She greeted you with open arms and a comforting smile that made you long for a sister you never had growing up.

“_______, it’s so nice to finally meet you in person. This is my husband, Dohyun, and I’m sure Soobin’s shown you pictures of Jiwon.”

Her husband was sweet, introducing himself with a handshake. Her son, however, in his childish daze, sped past you to envelop Soobin’s legs in a tight hug, causing all of you to laugh. Your boyfriend picked him up by his armpits, swinging him up in the air before attacking his cheeks in kisses.

“He’s told me all about him,” you assured her, “And it’s nice to meet you, too. I’ve been looking forward to this for months.”

“Trust me, so have we,” she nodded, “Especially that one.”

She pointed to her mom who was now hugging and coddling her only grand baby while Soobin’s father asked him how excited he was to open presents.

Within minutes you found yourself in the kitchen, leaning against the counter in conversation with Heejin and her mother as the boys of the family occupied the living room. Soobin’s mom was checking on all of the food, making sure everything was cooking well while Heejin prepared drinks and silverware. You had offered to help, but since you were considered an honorary guest, they insisted you not do any ‘work’ for now. So, you sighed in defeat and obliged in conversation with them, and you had to admit you were really enjoying yourself.

Meanwhile, in the living room, Soobin was sitting with Jiwon on the floor, play-fighting with the young boy while his father, brother, and brother-in-law sat on the couch and recliners.

“She seems to be fitting in nicely so far,” Dohyun commented towards Soobin, the implication being that he was talking about you.

Soobin’s lips curled into a smile as he nodded, now only half paying attention to his energetic nephew by his side, “Yeah, it’s great. If everything works out, I want to bring her home for every holiday.”

“Have you visited her parents yet?” his father asked him.

“No, but she mentioned that she wanted to invite me for spring break.”

His dad nodded in understanding before his eyes looked over and settled on his eldest son, “And you, what happened with Yoona?”

Sungmin looked slightly annoyed by the question, piquing the other men’s curiosity, “I told Mom she wouldn’t be coming with me.”

Yoona was Sungmin’s girlfriend of almost a year. Soobin’s parents had met her several times and loved her, and she had made an appearance at their home for Chuseok just a few months ago. Which is why his father felt the need to ask why she didn’t join him now when she was invited.

“Did you guys break up?” Dohyun asked.

Sungmin nodded reluctantly, “She called me last week and broke things off. Said she needed to focus on finishing school and didn’t have time for our relationship.”

While his father and brother-in-law consoled him, offering words of encouragement for another opportunity, Soobin found himself thinking. Ever since his first relationship in high school, Sungmin was always the type to move quickly with girls. He wanted the most out of everything, and when things went south, he quickly picked himself up and moved on. If he was going through a breakup now, it was only a matter of time before he looked for someone new to get his hands on.

― ― ―

“Dinner’s ready!”

The sound of various chairs lightly dragging against the floor filled the dining room as the eight of you got seated. You sat at the end of one side of the table, Soobin to your right and his father to your left at the head of the table. Sungmin sat across from you while Dohyun sat between him and Heejin. Jiwon sat across from his mom, and lastly, Soobin’s mom sat at the other end of the table.

Food was passed around as discussions started among the family. Soobin’s father was speaking to Dohyun about work. Heejin and her mother were discussing daycare arrangements of Jiwon next year. Soobin was intently listening to Jiwon who was gushing about the toy train set he saw at a store earlier this week. Which left you pawing at your food with your fork, worrying if you looked as out of place as you felt.

“_______, what are you majoring in again?”

Your head lifted at the quiet mention of your name from across the table, and you made eye contact with Sungmin, “I’m a technical Music major.”

“Ah, so like music composition?”

“And production, yes,” you added, inwardly thankful that he was making an effort to befriend you, “What did you go to college for?”

He was briefly interrupted by his father asking him to pass the sweet potato noodles, but he eventually answered, “I graduated with a major in business and minor in marketing.“

Your eyebrows raised in interest, “My father works in marketing. Have you got a solid job yet? I could give you his contact information later. I’m sure he could help you get a job with him.”

The two of you continued talking about his career, and eventually you got comfortable talking about other topics such as school and hobbies and traveling. Soobin found himself growing envious of the attention you were giving his brother. Before your trip he had predicted that you and Heejin would hit it off, so it slightly annoyed him to see it wasn’t her but his brother that you clicked with.

Once everyone was full and the plates were empty, you insisted on helping Soobin’s mother with cleaning the dishes. She called on one more volunteer jokingly and before Soobin could even think of answering, Sungmin was up and playfully arguing over the silverware with you. Your boyfriend watched the two of you follow his mother into the kitchen, pouting when he could hear you laughing at a joke Sungmin must have told you. He willed himself to smile at Jiwon when he tugged on his sleeve and begged him to play with him in the living room where Heejin and Dohyun were already going with his father to watch TV. Soobin gave the kitchen one more glance before nodding and agreeing with his nephew, following him into the living room.

― ― ―

“I think that’s everything washed,” Soobin’s mother declared, drying her damp hands on a clean dish towel. Sungmin handed you the last few clean dinner plates to put back in the cupboard. “Sungmin, could you and ________ get the smaller plates out for dessert?”

“Ooh, what’s for dessert?” you asked, eyes lighting up at the idea of a good pie and some ice cream to top it off.

“Heejin brought some chocolate cake. Her friend owns a bakery and always makes us one for the holidays. It’s delicious,” Sungmin explained just as his mother pulled out a cake box and placed it on the counter. She opened the top to reveal a beautiful chocolate cake with dark icing and rosettes in white and red spaced out along the edges.

She tasked you and Sungmin with slicing the cake evenly and placing the slices on the dessert plates for everyone. Once that was done, you went to hand them out to everyone in the living room. Soobin was the last person you went to hand a plate to, but he declined, and that was the first time you noticed something was off about him. You gave him a look that said, ‘what’s wrong?’ without having to say it out loud, but he simply shook his head and gestured for you to keep the dessert for yourself. You decided to just leave it be and kept the plate, sitting beside him at the edge of the couch.

As everyone began eating their cake, you also dug into it with your fork, enjoying the taste of the fluffy, rich chocolate with the sweet icing. You were so invested in the cake as well as the story Heejin was telling her father about the new store her baker friend was building to even notice Sungmin and his mother entering the kitchen with their own cake in hands. But Soobin immediately took note of the glance his brother gave towards you as he decided on where to sit. Luckily for Soobin, there was no spot near you, so Sungmin had no other option than to take a seat on the couch across from the two of you. However, this didn’t stop him from taking what he thought were subtle glimpses in your direction. Maybe they were subtle enough not to get anyone else’s attention, but Soobin noticed every single one.

Now, Soobin never considered himself the jealous type even when the two of you started dating. He had full trust in you and never thought twice about any time you interacted with a guy—whether it be his close guy friends like Yeonjun or a random dude from one of your classes. But for some reason, seeing his brother showing special interest in you made his chest swell with a need to be proprietorial. He hated feeling like that; the last thing he wanted to do was seem controlling or possessive of you. He had seen some of his own friends do that to their partners and lose them; likewise, he had girl friends who had mentioned to him how annoying their boyfriends were when they got jealous and overbearing. If he even had the slightest chance of you feeling that way about him, he wouldn’t be able to forgive himself.

Still, in a moment of bad decision making and the need to show his brother that he was yours, he looked to you. You were listening intently to a story his father was telling–a story he wasn’t even half paying attention to–but when you saw him looking at you, you tilted your head as if to ask what was up.

“Can I have a bite?” he whispered, not wanting to interrupt his father.

You rolled your eyes jokingly at him before whispering back, “I offered you a piece and you declined. This is mine.”

You had full intentions of giving him a bite, but you wanted to tease him for a bit beforehand. It worked. His already-big puppy dog eyes slacked as his full lips formed a pout and he whined quietly, “Pleeeease~”

You sighed, shaking your head with a smile as you put a nice-sized amount of cake on your fork and brought it up to his grinning lips. They parted as you carefully set the fork in his mouth, the icing leaving a small residue over the corners of his lips. You couldn’t help but hide a giggle at how happy he seemed about you giving him a bite of your cake. After that, you went back to listening to his father’s story, trying to keep up with the events he was describing when you noticed Soobin’s eyes uncharacteristically glaring over at his brother. What you hadn’t seen before that was Sungmin watching the two of you with his own sense of envy. So, naturally, that was the second time you found Soobin’s behavior a bit odd.

― ― ―

The night went by in a blur, it seemed, but it went so much better than you could’ve hoped. You and the family spent hours talking until Jiwon finally fell asleep in Soobin’s lap on the couch after running around and playing with him and Dohyun. That’s when Heejin decided it was time to get home for the night. As Soobin carried Jiwon’s sleeping form to the car to set him in his car seat, Heejin explained to you that they had moved to Gwangju after her and Dohyun got married, but that they were renting a cabin only ten minutes away while they visited.

“We’ll be back in the morning,” she told you as Soobin shut the back door of their SUV, “Have a good night, guys.”

She hugged you, then her brothers, and finally her parents before they left. Sungmin resigned to the pull-out couch in the living room with the help of his father. You and Soobin went upstairs to your room after bidding his parents and brother a good night.

Finally, for the first time in hours, you were alone. Soobin let you take your shower first, opting to relax on the bed, scrolling on TikTok while he waited for you to finish. You showered without washing your hair since you had done so in the morning, and appeared in your pajamas, ready to relax after a long day. Soobin showered quickly after you, returning with only sweatpants on, running a towel over his wet hair. You glanced away from your Instagram feed to look at him in his post-shower glory, his freshly washed face looking smooth, cute, and pink.

Your boyfriend smiled shyly, noticing your gaze on him, “Stop looking at me like that.”

You chuckled, “Like what?”

“Like that. You’re making me blush.”

He pressed the back of his hand against his cheek, feeling the heated skin. Determining that his hair was damp enough, he slid a t-shirt over his head and onto his torso before sitting on the other side of the bed from where you were laying. With his back turned to you as he checked his emails and texts, you couldn’t help but get up onto your knees and hug him from behind. Your hands snuck over his shoulders until your chin rested on the left side of his neck.

“My family really likes you,” he spoke softly, the both of you smiling, “I can tell my mom and dad loved you. My sister had mentioned that you were really sweet.”

“Yeah, they’re all really nice and accepting,” you agreed, “I had fun today.”

He hummed in satisfaction, swiping to check his last texts from Yeonjun before he would turn off his phone. As he typed back a message, you spoke again, “Your brother is really funny. He was telling me a story about how when you were in middle school Heejin used to put make up on you and put bows and clips in your hair.”

A lump of annoyance and anger produced in Soobin’s throat. Of course, Sungmin would tell you embarrassing stories about him. Your boyfriend hummed again, acknowledging your words but not really responding. You noticed his shoulders had tensed up under you. Maybe he’s just tired, you thought, I should leave him alone so he can get some sleep. Right as those words floated through your mind, he shut his phone off and put it on his nightstand. His hands enveloped yours against his chest, holding them there as he eased into your touch.

“Let’s get some sleep,” you whispered, pressing what you thought was an innocent, chaste kiss against the side of his throat. You went to pull away, but he had other plans. Your arms had just slipped away from him when he turned in his spot to face you more, gripping your hands in his so you couldn’t move away. A small, startled noise escaped your lips as he tugged you forward carefully, his right hand reaching up to your cheek to bring you closer. His lips unexpectedly captured yours, causing the tiniest excuse of a moan to come from your mouth.

You found that you were losing yourself in the kiss, letting him take the lead easily as he continued to mould his lips against your own. After a moment you needed air, so you pulled away just enough for your skin to still brush against each other. Soobin’s breath fanned over your parted lips before he was diving back in, this time with his tongue. The warm, velvety muscle was precise and gentle in its movements, wanting you to surrender to him.

It was in the midst of your passionate make out, when his hands were finding purchase on your waist, that you took a second to consider where you were and what you were doing. With a quick and unfortunate decision, you managed to pull away again, but this time with the intention of stopping. Soobin’s lips moved forward in search of yours as you detached yourself from him, his eyes opening in confusion.

“I thought you were tired,” you chuckled, reaching up to push his half-dry hair away from his face where little droplets of water were still making their way down his face.

“Well, I’m not,” he said, his fingers on the skin of your hips urging you towards him.

Your eyebrows quirked as your hands met his, peeling his fingers off of you easily, “Soobin, we’re not doing this here. You heard your mom today.“

A pout formed on his luscious, kissed lips, but he nodded in understanding, “I’m sorry. I got excited.”

You smiled half-heartedly.

You understood all too well where he was coming from. Ever since that fateful weekend, while Yeonjun was away, and you and Soobin had your fun for the first time, the two of you didn’t have many opportunities to have sex. Being in college with roommates left you with little to no privacy on most days, but the two of you did put in some effort.

You had introduced Soobin to sexting, which he loved. You sent him naughty messages about what you wanted him to do to you when he got the chance. Soobin found himself practically drooling at the back of his classes where he would cautiously open your messages or Snapchats to reveal pictures of you in your bra or underwear. Because even if the two of you couldn’t find time to have sex together, you still had desires—wants and needs.

Soobin lost count of how many times he jerked off in the shower to the pictures you sent him shuffling through his head. When you got the dorm to yourself, while Sooyoung was in class or out with her other friends, you would read the messages between you and Soobin and let your hand do as much work as it could to satisfy you. But the one thing you two could agree on was that it wasn’t the same. Nothing compared to the feeling of each other, and you missed it. The last time the two of you had been alone was for his birthday when Yeonjun so graciously offered to sleep at Beomgyu’s for the night to give you two privacy. So, you couldn’t blame him for wanting to take advantage of this little time where the two of you were finally alone again.

“I know, baby. It’s okay. We’ll get other opportunities . . . eventually,” you said, rubbing your hand soothingly against his cheek, “But for now, you behave.”

Soobin smiled sheepishly before shaking his head, watching you try to hide your smirk as you got comfortable on your side of the bed. He followed suit, lying beside you, “You were into it, too, y’know. Practically pounced on me.”

You rolled your eyes as you reached over to turn off the lamp, “Goodnight, Soobin.”

“Goodnight, my love.”

― ― ―

The smell of fresh cooked breakfast woke you up the next morning on Christmas Eve. Your eyes slowly opened, and the first thing you noticed were the voices of Soobin’s family conversing downstairs. The second thing you noticed was how empty the bed felt behind you. You turned over to confirm that your boyfriend was missing, causing you to frown.

After checking your phone, doing your morning routine, and debating if you should change into your outfit for the day, you decided on staying in your pajamas for now before making your way to meet everyone downstairs. You were warmly greeted in the dining room by the family—including Heejin, Dohyun, and Jiwon who had arrived early. You felt slightly awkward being the last to join, so you scanned the room to find Soobin and his mother missing.

“Morning, _______, did you sleep well?” his father asked, fixing a plate for Jiwon who waited patiently for his grandpa to hand him his food.

“Yes, sorry for sleeping in so late,” you apologized, not entirely sure what time it was just yet.

“Oh, you’re fine,” Heejin gestured with her hand carelessly before picking up a glass of water, “We’re an early household, and we just got here. You didn’t miss much.”

You nodded, pausing by the table as you were trying to decipher if you should sit and wait for Soobin or go find him. Sungmin noticed your hesitance and aided you, “Soobin’s in the kitchen with Mom.”

You smiled and nodded gratefully at him, turning for the kitchen where you found your boyfriend helping his mom with the last of the food. His mom was busy flipping what looked like vegetable pancakes on the stove, and Soobin had his back turned to you, a ketchup bottle in his hand as he adorned plates of fried eggs with the condiment.

“Good morning,” you addressed them, his mother turning to you with a startled expression that quickly turned cheerful.

“Morning, _______! We’re just finishing up the breakfast, dear.”

“It smells great,” you noted, walking up beside your lovely boyfriend who was topping off a fried egg with ketchup in the shape of a smiley face. A similar, bright smile formed on your lips at the kind gesture, “Cute.”

“This one’s for Jiwon,” he said happily, his wide grin causing his dimples to appear.

“And this one-“ he took another plate with fried egg on it, his careful and lithe hands using the ketchup to create a heart outline, “-is for you.”

Your own heart skipped a beat as you looked up at him with adoration in your eyes. You thanked him as you took the plate, reaching up to place a light kiss against his dimpled cheek. His mother softened at the interaction, which she spectated quietly before asking you to help her and Soobin bring out the last of the food to the dining room. You agreed, grabbing as many plates as you could with them to the adjacent room where everyone was waiting.

Once the food was all settled and everyone had the dishes they wanted, a hush fell over the room as everyone began eating. For a moment the only noise emanating was the soft sounds of chewing and the picking up of silverware. Conversations slowly started around the table, one of them being between you and Sungmin. He asked you about what shows and movies you had been watching lately. And you, loving any chance to gush about your recent binge-watches, dove right in. It was nice having someone from the family who seemed so interested in you—or so you thought. You found his eye contact and undivided attention while you spoke to him endearing, but you had yet to realize that Soobin found it offensive, to him at least. The way his brother was able to make you laugh and smile so easily . . . it made his insides boil.

Soobin made some attempts at getting your attention, asking you random questions which you simply answered and returned back to Sungmin. The two of you were currently raving about some horror movie you had watched—one that Soobin remembered refusing to watch with you because he hated horror films. Now he wished he would’ve watched it just so he didn’t feel so left out. Or rather, so he wouldn’t feel so inferior.

Soobin sighed quietly, finding himself pouting at the edge of the table as no one noticed. His parents were too busy coddling Jiwon. Heejin and Dohyun were discussing plans of visiting his parents for New Years. And of course, his wonderful girlfriend was too wrapped up in the charm that was his older brother. Again, he started to feel that familiar envy creeping up his spine, telling him to grow one or he’d lose you. With a sudden burst of tenacity, he did something rather out of character.

You were nodding along to an opinion that Sungmin was expressing when you felt it. At first you thought it was just your leg bumping against the underside of the table, but what you thought was the table quickly started to feel like fingers, familiar ones at that. You couldn’t help but jump slightly at the touch, your own fingers covering Soobin’s before they went too far up on your thigh. Your pajama shorts only covered so much, and he was already at the hem when you stopped them.

Sungmin seemed to notice your eyes go slightly wide, asking if you were okay. Thankfully, the table covered your lap, so he was completely unaware of the situation underneath it. You assured him you were fine, choosing to ignore Soobin’s obvious attempt for your attention so that you didn’t seem rude to his brother. Your boyfriend didn’t like that one bit, so he wiggled his fingers out from yours and placed them on your thigh again, this time on the inner side. His grip on you was more adamant, so you finally gave his brother an apologetic look before turning around to face Soobin.

“What?” you whispered to him.

“You’re ignoring me,” he pouted, making sure to stay behind you where his brother couldn’t see him and mock him. If only it were that easy.

“Hey, I’m sorry, Soobs, I’ve been talking ________’s head off,” his brother joked, leaning around you to see his brother’s annoyed expression.

“I told you not to call me that when we were kids, Sungmin,” he mumbled, making your brows scrunch in confusion. Why has his behavior been so erratic and flippant since you got here? One moment he was fine, and the next he would be annoyed for seemingly no reason.

“Sorry, it’s a habit,” his brother softly laughed, getting interrupted by his mother asking to help her with the dirty dishes. You offered to help as well, finding yourself looking forward to those kind of moments with her. You started to stand when you felt Soobin gently grip your thigh again, causing you to turn to him.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t realize I was ignoring you. I’ll go help your mom, then I’ll give you all the attention you want when I’m done, okay?” you said putting your hand at the back of his neck so that your fingertips could graze the hair at his nape. He always found the gesture soothing, and as much as he wanted to protest, he couldn’t. He could tell how excited you were to have these interactions with his mom and help her out. He knew these moments made you feel accepted, and he didn’t want to take that away from you.

“Okay,” he agreed, smiling as you pressed a kiss to his forehead before getting up to meet his mom and brother in the kitchen. The rest of the family moved to the living room while you and Sungmin went back and forth from the kitchen and the dining room, collecting dirty dishes and silverware.

Their mother began cleaning up as the two of you found ways to help out. Soobin sat in the living room, finding himself growing more and more antsy about the idea that you were in there talking to his brother. His thoughts got the best of him, so he got up and made his way to the kitchen, hearing the three of you talking as he stopped at the doorway.

None of you noticed him standing there, and Soobin paused as he watched you. You were drying the wet dishes that his mother handed you after washing them in the sink. His brother was taking them from you and saving them in the cupboards. For the most part you weren’t even talking to Sungmin; instead, you were listening to his mother rave about how fun it was having another girl in the family. His mom mused about how she had wanted more girls in the family since it was just her and Heejin for so long. Soobin couldn’t help but replicate the smile that lit up your face. You looked so elated to be given such a compliment.

Soobin had decided to not interrupt the sweet moment, opting to stay at the threshold and watch quietly until you were finished. This is where he was mistaken, because everything was perfectly fine until Sungmin tried to go around you and his mother to the other side of the kitchen. He slipped past his mother easily, but when he got to you, his hand pressed against the small of your back, causing you to look up at him. To Soobin it looked like a scene out of a drama where the two main characters meet for the first time. It made his stomach turn.

Soobin watched with dark eyes as you moved out of Sungmin’s way, averting your eyes to help his mother grab a dry towel for her hands. He finally got the gall to speak up, taking a step up to the threshold, “Uh, ________, could you come with me upstairs? I need your help with something.”

The three of you turned at the sound of his voice, and you nodded, handing his mom the towel you were previously using before excusing yourself. You let Soobin take your hand as he led you upstairs, but despite you asking him what he needed, he refused to answer. So, before he could open the bedroom door, you stopped him and asked again what he needed help with.

The last thing you expected was for him to back you into the wall behind you and kiss you abruptly. You were taken so off guard that your body did the only thing it knew how to do which was reciprocate the action, following his lead. You succumbed for a moment before your brain quickly recovered its senses and got you to pull away with your hands on his chest.

“Soobin-” you warned him, watching his desperate eyes turn down from the rejection. Your hands moved from his chest up to his face, cradling his cheeks.

“I’m sorry, I just-,” Soobin was overwhelmed by his internal conflict, not wanting to admit that he was jealous of his brother. But on the other hand, he wasn’t sure what excuse to use, “I-“

“Look, I understand, but I told you we can’t do that here. We’ll get other opportunities, you just have to be patient,” you reminded him gently. He listened to you earnestly, wanting to tell you the real reasoning for his conduct without seeming pathetic. For now, he would have to let you believe what you wanted. He nodded solemnly, apologizing again.

You accepted his apology before taking his hand in yours again, “Come on, let’s get dressed.”

�� ― ―

The rest of the day went by smoothly for the most part. Soobin’s parents arranged for them to take Jiwon to a Christmas show in the city for kids, allowing you, Soobin, Heejin, Dohyun, and Sungmin to enjoy some time to yourselves for lunch. The five of you decided to go to a nice restaurant, and you had to admit it was great hanging out with Soobin’s siblings. You felt less pressure to come off as the perfect girlfriend than you did around his parents, and he noticed it. He liked seeing you be more carefree, like a weight was lifted from your shoulders.

Soobin was whispering to you about the cute old couple sitting at a table across from you when Heejin reached over and tapped you to get your attention, “Did you see their waiter?”

You shook your head, “No, why?”

“Watch for him, he’s so handsome. You can tell he works out. His muscles were practically busting out of his sleeves,” she fawned, her husband rolling his eyes and chuckling at her statement beside her.

You then began looking for the waiter in question, not noticing him until a few minutes later. When you caught sight of him and connected the dots that he was the one she was talking about, your mouth slacked in shock. He was handsome, but that was probably an understatement. His muscles were defined and looked almost model-esque under the black polo uniform shirt he wore. Not even just his muscles were attractive though, he had a nice head of brunet hair that was styled in a trendy way that framed his face nicely. And his smile was charming, enough to make the old lady he was serving blush when he spoke to her.

“He is nice looking,” you confirmed to Heejin before looking away, not wanting to stare.

Soobin thought about making a comment about the waiter not being that attractive, but his brother beat him to it, “I don’t see what’s so special about him. He’s got muscles, but that’s about it.”

You and Heejin both looked at him with questioning eyes before she spoke, “Are you kidding me? He could easily be on a magazine cover.”

“If someone told me he was an Instagram model, I wouldn’t think twice,” you backed her statement.

Sungmin merely shrugged, making Dohyun snort, “You’re just mad because you stopped going to the gym and don’t look as good as he does.”

His brother-in-law gave him a pointed look, taking a sip of his drink before replying, “I still work out, just not as much as I used to.”

The two men then started a back and forth that had the rest of you watching in amusement. Sungmin got out his phone to show off pictures of him in the gym recently, his muscles just as defined as the waiter’s. You hadn’t been able to tell because of the loose clothes he had been wearing, but he did look really good in the progress pictures he displayed. Beside you, Soobin felt himself tensing up, getting the urge to snap at his brother to put his phone away. No one wants to see those pictures, he thought to himself.

“Oh, Soobin, I was meaning to ask you, does Yeonjun still work out? I was going to ask him if he wanted to get a membership at my gym so he could be my gym partner,” Sungmin asked his brother, getting your attention as well.

“He does sometimes,” Soobin answered dryly.

“I’ll have to reach out to him soon. That guy was a beast at weightlifting,” Sungmin mused, chuckling to himself as he reached behind you to poke Soobin’s arm, “Not like this little string bean.”

Soobin rolled his eyes, feeling his ears turn pink as he got annoyed with his brother’s teasing. What made it worse was the small laughs you and his sister let out.

“You don’t go to the gym anymore?” his brother asked him.

“No.”

“Well, how do you expect to keep _______ around with no muscles? What if you need to save her from some creep? Can’t beat them up with those noodle arms you’ve got,” his sibling egged him on. At this point Soobin’s fists were clenching in his lap. He bit back every insult that came to mind.

“Soobin’s a lover anyways, not a fighter,” Dohyun defended him, “Remember when those guys in high school kept bullying him? He just ignored them and kept his head high. They left him alone eventually, right?”

Soobin nodded, now feeling embarrassed, “Can we just drop this? I think I’m ready for our check.”

“Our? You’re paying for the table?” his sister asked with a teasing grin.

“No, I’m paying for me and my girlfriend,” Soobin spoke with a tone so full of finality that you didn’t even want to insist paying for yourself. It was obvious he was in one of his moods again.

― ― ―

The Choi family home was quiet as the five of you returned to it after your dinner. Soobin had seemed a bit better, but clingier, leaving his arm interlocked with yours the entire drive back. You didn’t mind, of course, you loved moments like this. Soobin was the type to not really care for little acts of physical affection in public unless he initiated it, so when he did it always felt like a treat for you.

Heejin excitedly invited you to the kitchen to help her bake some cookies for when her parents and Jiwon returned later, so you joined her there. Soobin didn’t want to impede on your girl time, but the thought of being stuck in the living room with Dohyun and Sungmin made him want to lock himself in his room. Well, Dohyun wasn’t really the problem, but Sungmin was.

Soobin’s relationship with his brother was always a little strained, though, so this wasn’t a new thing. Their six-year age gap made it hard for them to be close growing up, and on top of that Soobin was a mama’s boy while Sungmin was closer with their dad. Soobin enjoyed being babied by the women in the family while Sungmin preferred playing sports with the men of the family. They didn’t always see eye to eye and often got into verbal fights.

Sungmin picked on Soobin a lot especially when the latter was going through puberty. As the two of them got older and Sungmin moved out to go to college, they found it easier to get along because they didn’t see each other as often. Yet, Sungmin didn’t seem to change his ways. He was still the annoying big brother who picked on his younger sibling relentlessly. The only difference now was that Soobin didn’t want to put up with it like he did as a kid.

In the kitchen, you and Heejin made yourselves busy, following a recipe she found online to make the cookies. In the living room, the three brothers relaxed onto the couches and recliners. They started talking about their parents and the plans for tomorrow. Soobin brought up how excited Jiwon was going to be to open all his gifts, to which Dohyun agreed.

“Has Heejin been harping on you for another one?” Sungmin asked Dohyun with a sneaky grin, his brother-in-law immediately nodding.

“Yeah, she’s been keeping track of her cycle so we can align everything, but that kind of stuff takes time, y’know.”

“She always said she wanted lots of kids,” Soobin spoke up, “Even when we were younger.”

“Yeah, I know. When she got pregnant with Jiwon she had asked if I wanted to have another one eventually,” Dohyun sighed, “It’s nice though. I like being a dad.”

“And it’s an excuse to get laid multiple times a week, so why not?” Sungmin laughed.

“Come on, dude, that’s our sister,” Soobin gave his brother a disgusted glance, not wanting to discuss his sibling’s sex life.

“It’s true though,” Dohyun smirked to himself, “She wants to do it all the time, and I mean, I can’t complain.”

“Yoona was like that too,” Sungmin mused, “She didn’t want kids, but her sex drive was crazy. None of my exes were like that. She wanted to do it all the time, and she was into some crazy stuff too.”

“Like bondage and shit?” Dohyun asked.

“Yeah, and role play. I’d never done that before her, but she was really into it. Yoona loved when I would call her names and spit on her. She liked it really rough. She wasn’t into love making, it was boring for her.”

“Yeah, slow sex is nice and all, but sometimes you just need to let loose. The girlfriend I had before Heejin never wanted to do anything outside of missionary, and it got old,” Dohyun admitted.

Soobin kept quiet, finding his mind wandering to thoughts he didn’t want to have. He recalled how after the weekend when he lost his virginity, you had asked him if he had any kinks he wanted to explore the next time you two got a chance. He didn’t have any in mind except for handcuffs, but when you tried to put some on him for his birthday it made him uncomfortable. On the widest notch, they were still too tight on his wrists. You had put them on, but you weren’t a fan of being restrained. You wanted to be able to run your hands through his hair and over his body, and he wanted you to do that too. So, the handcuffs were put away to never be touched again, and you two spent the night having sex in missionary. You graciously gave him a blowjob and called it a night. Soobin enjoyed himself and he had assumed you did too, but now he was doubting himself.

Soobin knew you liked it a little rougher than he did, asking to be choked and what not, but that made him nervous. He was nervous to hurt you or do something wrong; sure, that’s what a safe word is for, but he didn’t want you to ever have to use it. But if what his brothers said held any weight, then was there a possibility of you growing bored of Soobin and leaving him? He most definitely didn’t want that.

“Soobin?”

“Hm?” the boy looked up at his brother, looking like he had obviously checked out of their conversation several minutes ago.

“Do you have anything you want to watch?” Sungmin asked, holding up the TV remote. His brother shook his head, finally realizing that they were trying to decide what to put on.

“No, whatever is fine.”

― ― ―

The night of Christmas Eve came to be, ending after a nice dinner and s’mores eaten in the backyard around a fire that Soobin’s dad and Dohyun set up together. Heejin and her family were the first to call it a night again after Jiwon’s sugar-fueled frenzy ended with him falling asleep in his grandmother’s lap, his marshmallow and chocolate-covered face snuggling into the warmth of her coat. Similarly, you were curled up on your boyfriend’s lap, your arms tucked under the flaps of his jacket to hug his waist close. Your cheek rested against his shoulder while his rested on top of your head. You could’ve easily fallen asleep right then and there had his parents not urged you both to get to bed since it was getting late.

So now you were waiting for Soobin to finish his shower. To keep yourself busy, you got ahold of all the presents the two of you brought for your visit, double checking that you had everyone’s. You set them up in the corner of the room by your suitcase, making sure Soobin’s extra gift was still hidden inside of it. Just as you were zipping up the luggage the bathroom door opened, so you tried to act natural.

“I thought you’d be passed out by now,” your boyfriend commented, wiping the dew from his shower off of his face with his towel.

“I wanted to make sure the presents were ready for tomorrow,” you explained, making your way back to the bed where you peeled back the comforter to crawl underneath it. Once you were settled in, you watched Soobin finish up his night routine. You admired his bare back as he brushed his teeth and cleaned his face. He was completely unaware of your eyes on him, so you got to see things you usually wouldn’t. Like the nose scrunch he did as he leaned close to the mirror to inspect his face for blemishes. Or the way he bared his teeth to check that they were squeaky clean after brushing them. He was so cute without even trying.

“I can’t wait for tomorrow,” Soobin’s voice startled you as you were so caught in up looking at him, you hadn’t expected him to talk so suddenly. He turned the bathroom light off before making his way into the bed beside you. His body wiggled close to yours, and his arm made itself comfortable over your waist. “I hope you like the present I got you.”

“It’s from you, so of course I’ll love it,” you smiled, pressing a light kiss to his cheekbone. His eyes closed as you did so, opening to look at you lovingly, “I know you’ll like the present I got you.”

“Oh, do you?” he mused, “You seem so confident. What if I don’t like it?”

Your mouth opened as you feigned offense, “I think I know you well enough to get you something you’ll like for Christmas.”

“I know, baby, I’m only teasing you,” he gave you a kiss on your cheek in return as a sign of apology, “So what did you get me?”

“I’m not telling you,” you snorted, “It would ruin the sentiment.”

“Ah, you’re no fun.”

“Go to sleep,” you poked his cheek gently, allowing him to rest his head against your shoulder after you shut off the bedside lamp. You shared quiet ‘goodnight’s as the room became shrouded in darkness for the night. Secretly, the both of you were thrumming with excitement for the next day, for Christmas to come. If only you two knew what the day had in store.

― ― ―

Christmas morning found the Choi family home awake and bustling at the early hour of 7:35 a.m. Heejin and her family arrived bright and early, her son practically bouncing from how happy he was to be opening presents soon. The family exchanged their usual greetings, getting breakfast ready as they waited for you and Soobin to meet them. Soobin woke up first, immediately smelling the breakfast being made downstairs.

Like the day before, he admired your sleeping form still in the bed beside him, your cheek marked faintly by the pillow it had been resting on all night. He smiled to himself and resisted the urge to snap a picture of you in such a vulnerable state before going into the bathroom to get ready.

You awoke not long after him, again noticing the empty bed with a frown. The expression didn’t stay for long, though, as you heard the flushing of the toilet in the bathroom. He must be getting ready, you thought. I guess I’ll do the same.

Your sock-covered feet touched the floor, then you were making your way to your luggage to get your outfit for the day. The outfit was planned a week in advance, and it was your first time wearing it as you had saved it for the holiday. You wore a neutral-colored, plaid skirt that matched well with a cream-colored blouse. You were pulling on your last sock just as Soobin emerged from the bathroom, his toothbrush sticking out of the corner of his closed, frothy mouth.

“You couldn’t finish brushing your teeth?” you laughed, standing from the bed and adjusting your skirt on your hips. His eyes were making their way over your body, and you suddenly felt small under his gaze. How could you be dating him for six months and still get butterflies when he looked at you like that? “Stop looking at me like that.”

Soobin’s eyes snapped back up to yours, breaking his trance as he quickly reached up to take the toothbrush out of his mouth. Through the foam of the paste, he managed to barely speak coherently, “Like what?”

“You know what,” you gave him a pointed look, a smile teasing the corner of his lips. He finished up brushing his teeth before stepping back into the bathroom to spit out the paste and wipe his mouth. When he was done, he walked up to you and gave you a big hug. His shirt smelled of him, but the minty smell of his toothpaste wafted over you as well.

“Merry Christmas,” he said, pressing a kiss to your forehead, then your nose, and finally your lips. You enjoyed it for a moment before pulling away which earned you a pout from your boyfriend.

“I didn’t brush my teeth yet,” you defended yourself, trying to put room between the two of you so he wouldn’t smell your morning breath.

“You could at least say it back,” he rolled his eyes, making you laugh.

“Merry Christmas, Soobin.”

“Thank you,” another grin appeared on his lips before he let you go to the bathroom to freshen up. Once you were done, you came back to the room to see him finishing getting dressed. He only had khaki pants and socks on. It seemed he was having trouble picking out a shirt.

“Ah, you’re done. Help me pick out a shirt?” he asked you, looking down at the four garments that were sprawled out on the bed. There was a dark green polo shirt, a white polo shirt, an off-white sweater, and a maroon turtleneck, “I want to match you.”

Your heart swelled at his comment, and you pointed at the sweater, “That one matches.”

Soobin nodded, taking the other options and putting them back in his suitcase before picking up the sweater and pulling it over his head. You couldn’t help but take the opportunity to admire his wide shoulders, bare torso, and finally his thin waist. The bottom of the sweater fell to a stop at his hips, causing you to look back up at his beautiful face instead of his body.

“Ready?”

“Ready.”

The two of you made your way downstairs, the sounds of the family talking filling the house as well as Christmas music quietly playing from somewhere inside. Soobin took your hand, leading you into the dining room where the family was beginning to eat their breakfast. The meal went as usual with Jiwon excitedly rambling to anyone who would listen and the rest of the adults talking. Soobin was so enamored by Jiwon gushing to his grandfather about the big present Santa left at his house that he almost missed the way Sungmin examined you while you were busy talking to Heejin.

His eyes “subtly” waved over your outfit the way Soobin’s had, though his attention paused over your blouse a little longer than Soobin liked. Your boyfriend glared at his brother and inwardly thanked his mother for asking him a question that finally pulled his gaze away from you.

After breakfast was done and the dishes were being picked up, Jiwon begged and begged to open his gifts. Once the dining room was cleaned up, you and Soobin went back upstairs to grab the presents and met everyone back in the living room. Soobin took it upon himself to have you sit as close to him as possible at the edge of the sofa, leaving no room for anyone to sit beside you. You took his guidance as him merely wanting to sit with you, and you completely missed the pointed glance he gave his unaware brother from across the room.

“Alright, Jiwon, how about we all look in our stockings first?” Heejin suggested, going to the fireplace where six stockings were hung up. She pulled the first one down, handing it to her son before grabbing the next one and handing that one to her husband. The next one was hers, so she skipped it and handed the next one to Sungmin. As she went back to grab hers, Soobin stood up to grab the last two. He held out the one in his left hand to you, making you look up at him in confusion.

“Here, this one’s yours,” he said.

A mix of emotions flurried through you as you realized just how special you felt in that moment. Soobin’s family accepted you as apart of them enough to get you a stocking, and it made your heart splutter with happiness. You had never felt so loved by a family that wasn’t your own. It was endearing.

Your eyebrows went up and your eyes were comparable to a puppy, you reached out and accepted the stocking, making sure to thank his parents for including you.

“Of course, dear, you’re a part of the family now,” his mother smiled, urging everyone to look inside them. The time for stockings came to an end as Sungmin wanted to give the first gift to Jiwon.

Everyone took turns gift giving; Jiwon was so excited to play with all his new toys that he took a corner of the living room for himself to roll out the toy-car track he got from his grandparents. He spent the next hour or so playing with his dad and grandfather, laughing happily. Sungmin was appreciating the cocktail shaker set that he was gifted by his sister and brother-in-law. Soobin picked up the box with your gift in it, handing it to you to open. You did the same, offering the gift you got for him. After the exchange, you began opening them.

You peeled off the wrapping paper to reveal that the small box was black and sleek, with a familiar, swirly, silver design printed on the top. It was the logo of a jewelry brand you had seen before. With eager eyes, you opened the top and removed the protective padding. A flat, heart-shaped pendant sat in the middle with the letter ‘S’ engraved on it. It was dainty and simple, just how you liked your jewelry to be. You picked it up to get a better look at it when you noticed there was an inscription on the back of it as well. ‘Yours, always’

“Do you like it?”

You looked up to see Soobin had stopped opening his gift to watch you open yours. You nodded fervently, “I told you I’d love it.”

His eyes turned into crescents as he smiled, relieved. You urged him to keep opening his gift, so he did.

The box underneath the wrapping paper was similar in size to the one he gave you, as was the sleek design on the top. He quickly recognized it as a different jewelry company. With the top of the box out of the way he could see a bracelet nestled inside—no, two bracelets. Each one had half of a heart pendant on them that was currently together to make a full heart. When he picked up the first bracelet there was a slight pull before it disconnected from the second one, the heart breaking in half.

“I know it’s kind of cheesy, but I thought it would be cute to get a matching set . . .” you admitted sheepishly.

“It’s not cheesy,” he seemed offended that you would suggest it, his pouty lips becoming more apparent as he frowned from your comment, “I think they’re adorable.”

“Can you put my necklace on for me?” you asked him, holding it up. His face lit up before he nodded. His fingers carefully disconnected the ends of it to slip it around your neck and clasp it behind you. You took the extra bracelet out of the box, slipping it over your wrist before adjusting it to fit comfortably. Soobin mirrored your action, excitement covering his entire face as he held his wrist next to yours to watch the heart pieces magnetically connect. He looked almost as happy as Jiwon was for his presents.

― ― ―

Christmas day was drawing quickly to an end after a long day of festivities. Lunch time was full of delicious holiday foods and followed by treats that Heejin had baked. Sungmin offered to make the adults drinks with his new cocktail shaker set and whatever alcoholic beverages and mixers he could find in the house. Multiple drinks were consumed and after playing with a little one all afternoon, the grandparents decided to take naps. Jiwon was busy playing by himself, so the rest of you lounged around watching Christmas movies.

Dinner time came and went as everyone feasted on the leftovers before ending back up in the living room, seemingly in food comas.

Like clockwork, Jiwon was the first to fall asleep, curled up on his grandfather’s recliner with the stuffed bear that Soobin had gifted him tucked in his grasp. Soobin’s parents insisted that Heejin and Dohyun stay the night since they had been drinking, so sleeping arrangements were being discussed.

“They can take the pull-out couch,” Sungmin suggested, earning a confused look from his mother.

“Then where will you sleep?”

“Do you still have that futon?”

“Yes, it’s in the coat closet upstairs.”

“Then I’ll take that and sleep in the office,” he shrugged.

Heejin double-checked with him that it would be okay to take his spot on the couch, but he was persistent. With the sleep arrangements determined, everyone bid their goodnights and drifted to their parts of the house. Soobin’s parents and his sister’s family remained downstairs while Sungmin followed you and Soobin upstairs.

“I guess I’ll go unroll the futon,” he groaned, “That thing was uncomfortable ten years ago, I can’t imagine it now.”

You laughed, putting a reassuring hand on his shoulder, “You might be better off on the floor at that point.”

Soobin watched his tipsy brother’s eyes gaze over your touch and up to your eyes, a lazy grin appearing on his face as he agreed with you. It made Soobin’s jaw tighten and his fist clench. Without thinking, he reached out to grab your free hand, tugging you closer to him. The action made your hand fall away from his brother and your head turn to look at him curiously.

“It’s just one night. You’ll be fine,” Soobin said curtly, “Goodnight.”

Like Sungmin, you were dumbfounded by your boyfriend’s bluntness, but he simply responded with a ‘goodnight’ before ambling off to the office at the opposite end of the hall. You followed Soobin to your room, waiting until he let go of your hand and the door was closed behind the two of you to speak.

“Okay, what’s your problem?”

Your boyfriend didn’t look at you. Instead, he kept walking to his side of the bed, picking up his phone, “Nothing.”

“Bullshit, Soobin. You’ve been acting weird on and off since we got here,” you said, crossing your arms over your chest. As much as Soobin hated you seeing him act like this, a part of him was hoping you’d notice. You were right, he was acting weird, but for a reason. He didn’t like your attention on his brother and vice versa. If he could only get your attention by behaving differently, then so be it.

“I’m going to take a shower.”

He went around the room, picking up a change of clothes to change into before going into the bathroom and closing the door behind him. You sighed in frustration and made your way to the bed, sitting at the edge of it. The behavior Soobin was exhibiting reminded you too much of the time you found out he was a virgin, only this time it was obvious he was avoiding you, not because he was embarrassed but because he was annoyed. The thing is you weren’t sure why he would be annoyed. Did you do something wrong? Did you say something that upset him? Nothing came to mind, but you would only be able to wonder until he told you what was bothering him.

So, you waited for him to come out of the bathroom, and finally, after a good thirty minutes, the door cracked open. Your boyfriend averted eye contact with you, keeping his attention on everything but you, and you weren’t having it.

“Soobin, can you just tell me what’s wrong?”

“I told you, noth-“

“And I told you, I’m not buying it,” you cut him off, causing him to stop in his tracks at the end of the bed, “Did I do or say something that upset you?”

Oh no, he thought. She thinks I’m mad at her?

Not once did he consider that you would misunderstand him like this, but he guessed it made sense. The sudden irritation and snappy comments he made. If you acted that way towards him with seemingly no reason, then he’d be nervous, too.

No, surely she saw the way Sungmin looked at her.

“No,” he shook his head.

You got up from the bed, meeting him at the end of it, “Then can you tell me what’s bothering you? Please?”

Soobin looked into your concerned eyes and felt defeated. I guess now is the time to admit I’m jealous of my brother.

“Sungmin,” he answered, “Sungmin is my problem. Always has been, probably always will be.”

Your eyebrows furrowed, your head shaking slightly, “What did Sungmin do?”

Soobin scoffed, looking at you as if you told him some cruel joke, “Are you serious? You haven’t seen the way he’s been looking at you? You haven’t heard the way he talks about me?”

“Looking at me?” you asked, your head tilting as you pried for more information. You were so lost.

“Please,” he looked down at you with a glimpse of annoyance. He didn’t understand how you could be so oblivious, “He’s been eyeing you ever since we got here. He makes jokes about me at my expense to humiliate me in front of you. It didn’t help that the two of you hit it off so well on our first night here.“

Your shoulders slumped as he let out his exasperation, but a part of you felt the need to assure yourself. You were innocent, after all, “But you’re not mad at me, though?”

“No,” he shook his head, his eyebrows scrunching as if he were hurt by the insinuation, “Not mad, just . . . hurt. Sungmin has always tried to make me feel inferior to him in every aspect. For once, I had one thing that he didn’t. You. The one thing I was sure he couldn’t take away. Seeing the two of you getting along made me insecure, like maybe there was a chance he could take you from me.”

You took in every word he said, each one like a dagger to your heart. You had no idea he felt this way. His eyes refused to meet yours and his hands were occupied with his outfit from today in them. Your own hands reached up to grab the clothes out of his grasp, tossing them by your suitcases. One hand took his in its grip while the other caressed his cheek, “You could never lose me. Why would you even feel insecure? You’re perfect. I tell you that all the time.”

You pouted, making him smile lightly at your cute expression. He sighed before he shook his head.

“Sungmin always had girlfriends growing up, and I didn’t. I was tall and scrawny; he was big and buff. At lunch yesterday, you and Heejin were talking about how hot the waiter was and I don’t look anything like him or Sungmin. You and Sungmin seemed to share a lot of interests and got along well. I felt like maybe I wasn’t what you really wanted.”

“I’m sorry, baby. I can assure you that I never once thought about Sungmin or the waiter in an inappropriate way. You’re the only man I have eyes for. You’re the only one I love.”

Soobin didn’t realize how tense he was until your hand went from his cheek to the back of his neck. The touch instantly soothed him, making his muscles relax. He leaned forward until his forehead was against yours, a content smile on his face.

“I love you, too,” he replied, his heart racing as you kissed him. The kiss was short and sweet, but that didn’t stop his hands from resting on your waist and the small of your back. It didn’t stop his body from flushing with heat as he realized how close you were to him, or how much closer he wanted you to be.

A small noise emitted from the back of his throat as your teeth gently captured his lower lip in their grip. As you pulled away, you giggled at his glossy, yearning eyes, “I just realized our gifts to each other were perfect. They’re reminders that we belong to each other. I’m yours, and you’re mine.”

Soobin practically melted at the sentiment. His eyes bore into yours, but you were busy admiring the jewelry adorning your wrists between you. He stared at the pendant around your neck with his initial on it, reminding him that you were the love of his life.

Something inside of him was consuming him, urging him to act on his desires even though he was very much aware that this wasn’t the best place for it. Still, he found his self-control was weak in your presence, so he leaned in for another, more tender kiss. This kiss had drive and meaning to it, like he wanted to prove your words through actions.

For a moment you felt yourself slipping into his fervor, returning the kiss with just as much determination. But that responsible part of you nagged that this wasn’t the place or time. So, you regretfully started to pull away again, causing him to whine.

“Soobin-“

“I know. I know, but- Please, I need you. It’s been so long,” his chest was starting to move with bated breaths as his hands stayed put on your hips, as if he was keeping you from slipping away.

“I know, baby, but we can’t. We promised your mom we would be on our best behavior. And I would die if your parents heard us,” you admitted, the thought making your nerves go haywire. If his parents heard the two of you having sex, you were certain you would never recover from the embarrassment and shame. You wouldn’t be able to look them in the eyes ever again, “Not even just your parents, but your whole family. Your brother is literally down the hall.”

For some reason, the idea of his brother hearing him fuck the shit out of you made his hair stand on end. Maybe that’s the reminder Sungmin needed to finally get the hint and leave the two of you alone . . .

“We can be quiet,” he remarked, though it seemed he was trying to convince himself instead of you, “Besides, these walls are thick. Sungmin won’t hear us. As for my parents, their room is downstairs on the opposite side of the house, there’s no way they’ll hear anything from up here.”

You rolled your eyes, trying to stand your ground, but it was proving to be difficult. If there was one thing you hated about dating Soobin it was how weak he made you. From his pouty lips to his big, round eyes to his whiny voice, it all made it so hard to deny him. And honestly, the way your body was reacting, you didn’t want to.

“I’m serious,” he continued, “One time when we were little, we broke a lamp up here while we were looking through Heejin’s stuff and our parents never heard it. We’ll be fine.”

Your resolve was quickly slipping away, and he could see it, because a teeny tiny smirk was creeping onto the corner of his lips as he realized he got you—hook, line, and sinker.

You had to admit, as much as the idea of having sex in his family home made you nervous, it was also kind of . . . exciting. You had never done something so risky before, and it thrilled you.

“Just kiss me,” you sighed, pulling on his belt loops to bring him closer. He didn’t hesitate to obey, his full lips capturing yours easily. They moved so swiftly, mirroring his hands that were on the small of your back. His fingertips skimmed over your hips until they were at the hem of your shirt, sneaking underneath them to touch your skin. The sensation tickled, making you shiver. Soobin loved the affect he had on you.

It wasn’t until Soobin’s back bumped against the wall behind him that you realized the two of you had been moving. The bump caused a startled groan to come from his parted lips, making you giggle. His fingers dipped under the edge of your skirt, touching the cotton material of your underwear. That’s when you suddenly remembered the second gift you had been saving for him. You were waiting until you two left his parent’s, but you couldn’t think of a better time than now to give it to him.

Soobin’s wide eyes looked at you in puzzlement as you pulled away, his petulant mouth making your heart skip a beat. He watched you with curiosity as you bent down over your suitcase, unzipping it and pulling out a small gift bag. There was no brand or design indicating where it was from, so he was left wondering what could possibly be inside. You held the bag out to him, telling him to open it. He noted the glint of excitement in your eyes before he pulled the tissue paper out from the top, his fingers digging in to feel a foreign material. The gift felt rough, thin, flimsy, like a small piece of clothing. When his hand protruded from the bag, a pair of lingerie was in his large grasp, the cherry red lace hanging over his palm with the tag still attached to it.

“Should I go put it on now?” you asked, looking up at him not-so-innocently through your eyelashes. You held back a chuckle as his Adam’s apple bobbed underneath the skin of his throat and he nodded.

“Y-yes,” he basically panted, feeling as though his body was buzzing. He let you slip the garments out of his hand as you reached up to press a kiss against his lips. Then, he was left dumbfounded, watching you saunter into the bathroom and close the door behind you to change. While he tried to calm his breathing, he was becoming painfully aware of the throbbing between his legs. He looked down to see a tent forming under his khakis and his head fell back. There was no way he was lasting long with the way things were going.

Only another minute passed before the bathroom door cracked open and you were shyly walking out, fighting back the urge to cover yourself with your arms. Soobin stopped pacing to look at you, his eyes shamelessly motioning over your body. The red lace hugged you in all the right places and was just see-through enough to leave some things to the imagination while also driving him insane. His tongue darted out to coat his lips and stop any drool from escaping at the sight. For fuck’s sake, you’ve seen her naked before, why are you getting so worked up? he thought to himself.

But this was so much different. He had never seen a woman in lingerie up close like this; it was mesmerizing.

“You look . . . “ his sentence trailed off as he walked over to you, almost too afraid to touch you. You looked like something out of a magazine. Unreal, “You look gorgeous.”

Your cheeks felt like they were on fire, nearly as hot as the space between your thighs, which was practically begging to be soothed, “Thank you.”

“Of course,” he spoke without thinking, his eyes trained on the way your breasts were pushed up with the pressure of the bra holding them. If his self-control were any worse, he would’ve ripped it off of you already, but his body was almost frozen in shock. He didn’t know what to do with himself.

“Can you just touch me already?” you whimpered, your thighs pressing together under his gaze.

Your boyfriend’s lust-filled eyes met yours, but there were too many thoughts running through his mind to pinpoint one, “What do I, uh- What do you want me to do first?”

“I don’t care,” you got close to him, wetting your lips as you moved him near the bed, “Anything. Everything. I’m all yours to play with. Just use me the way you want to.”

Of all the dirty things he’s ever heard come out of your mouth, those words caused a deep, visceral reaction in him. I’m all yours to play with. Just use me the way you want to. Goosebumps erupted all over his arms as his brain turned to mush. He felt as if he could bust in his pants right then and there.

“Are you sure?” he asked, your lips ghosting against yours. His breath was warm and inviting, tasting slightly of the chocolate candies his mother had given to them shortly before they turned in for the night.

“Absolutely.”

Now, Soobin didn’t consider himself the type to take charge in your relationship, or even in general. It just wasn’t in his nature. You were the one who made plans that he went along with. For the most part, you initiated the physical affection you two shared. The kisses, the hand holding, the sex. Soobin was merely there to enjoy everything you offered him, and he liked it that way. Some would say he was submissive.

But with the way you were acting now, it’s almost like something inside of him switched. He didn’t want to lay back and receive. He wanted to be the one in command.

“Get on your knees for me,” the words rolled of his tongue before he could stop himself. He had shocked himself, so he followed with an uttered, “Please.”

You didn’t hear the second part, you were too busy sinking onto your knees, the tender flesh finding the hardwood floor uncomfortable. But you were so desperate to please him that you didn’t care. You could bare the discomfort for a few minutes if it meant the both of you could get some satisfaction from it.

“Do you want me to suck you off, baby?” you asked, looking up at him with the most sultry eyes he’d ever witnessed. It felt like a sin to see you in such a compromising position.

He couldn’t muster up the words, so he nodded eagerly, already reaching for the belt around his waist. You sat back and watched him undress his lower half, subconsciously gnawing at the skin of your lip as he unveiled his beautiful erection.

With his pants and briefs around his ankles, you sat back up on your knees and gripped the base of him in your right hand. The smallest of sighs escaped his pink, parted lips. You did what you knew he loved which was peppering sweet kisses along his length, spreading them out over his sensitive, red, veiny skin. The final kiss was placed against his tip, where you felt the tiniest dribble of precum leaking. Wanton whimpers spilled from him as your mouth suckled at his head, your hand teasingly squeezing the rest of him.

“You have to be quiet if you want me to keep going,” you warned him, though the way you looked up at him didn’t help. How could he not moan when you looked so pretty just for him and with his dick in your mouth?

Nonetheless, Soobin nodded, choking back a drawn-out whine that threatened to release when you slowly took as much of him as you could into your mouth. He had to peel his eyes away from your lips enveloping his erection until you couldn’t take it anymore. His hands shook at his side, not knowing what to do with themselves. That’s when he remembered what you had said. Just use me the way you want to. He wanted to do just that.

Your boyfriend looked back down to see you pumping the base of his erection as you bobbed your head to take the rest of it. A shiver went down his back as he put his thoughts into motion. His fingers reached up to comb your hair away from your face, letting him get a better view of the sinful things you were doing to him. With your hair pulled away and into his fist, he carefully twisted the locks and tugged on them. Your lips parted as you let out a small moan against his tip, your tongue laving the tender skin. The action caught you off guard, but you loved every second of it. You prayed he would do it again, and your prayers were answered. You took him in your mouth again until his tip hit the back of your throat, making you gag a little bit. Soobin couldn’t handle the sight of the drool and precum leaking from the corners of your lips, so he pulled gently on your hair again. You relaxed, his dick falling out of your mouth followed by the both of you whining from the loss.

“Am I doing good, Bin?” you asked innocently, pressing another kiss to his tip as you took him in your hand again.

“So good, baby,” he panted quietly, “I’m gonna c- ah . . . cum soon.”

You stifled a giggle as you continued to suckle his head before saying, “Okay, my love. Where do you want to cum?”

Soobin was so wrapped up in the euphoric pleasure that was your hands and lips that he hadn’t even considered where he wanted to finish. Your breasts were always his first thought, but he had done that the most. He wanted to try something different. He looked down at you, picturing his semen decorating your pretty face. Just the imagery in his head alone was enough to make his cock twitch in your grasp.

“Your face,” he said, his hand caressing your cheek as the other gave your hair another tug.

The opposing actions, caring and dominating, had the space between your thighs pooling with desire. You wanted his cum so bad. You didn’t care where it went.

Your hand went to work pumping him as your tongue gave the underneath of his head some love, kitty licking the area that drove him crazy. The entire time you kept eye contact with him, his eyes getting more and more droopy the closer he got. Anytime now . . .

Soobin had to catch his lip in between the grit of his teeth to keep himself from moaning out your beautiful name. Rope after rope of his silky white seed spewed from him, falling onto your face. Your cheek and lips were the main victims, but as he twitched some landed just below your eye. You closed your eyes and relished in the warmth decorating your skin. Soobin’s knees nearly buckled at the obscenity before him, and he was almost convinced he would cum again from looking at it. When your tongue ran along the seams of your lips to collect as much as you could, he tried not to have a heart attack.

Your hand went from his dick to your face, scraping up the liquid to feed it between your lips where you wanted it. Soobin abruptly left to the bathroom, leaving you confused on your knees. You heard the faucet turn on and then off and he returned with a wet hand towel. Without a word, he stood in front of you again, leaning down to wipe the residue of him off of your skin. He concentrated on cleaning you, completely unaware of the way you were making heart eyes at him. You were falling deeper in love with him by the second.

When he caught your eyes observing him, he remembered all the other things that he wanted to do to you. He pressed a loving kiss to your lips, pulling away all too soon to keep the both of you from getting carried away, “Lay down on the bed for me.”

You moved into action, taking his helping hand as you got up from the floor and onto the bed. Soobin went to the bathroom to toss the towel on the counter before returning to you, still recovering a bit from his orgasm. Now it was your turn, and he had no plans of being gentle with you.

You lied on your back naively, looking over the red imprints on your knees from sitting on them. Soobin’s large hands covered them, massaging the aching skin before leaning down and pressing kisses to each one. A smile made its way to your lips only to immediately be replaced with a gasp. Soobin’s hands had run down your legs from your knees to your ankles, pulling them so that you were at the edge of the bed with him standing between your legs. He looked down at you with a smirk that was hiding laughter behind it as he reached up and captured your face in his hands.

His lips and tongue felt like heaven against your own, but it was his hands caressing your body that made your nerves buzz with electricity. It was the way his hands paused to cup his favorite part of you—your breasts. You were almost certain you heard a mewl get caught in the back of his throat as his fingers skimmed over your nipples through the lace of your bra.

You expected his hands to keep moving south, to the place you wanted him the most, but his hand went back up your chest only stopping when he got to your throat. His fingers fell into that familiar position right below your jaw, the pads of his fingertips barely pressing into the divots of your skin. He knew your weaknesses like the back of his big, strong, veiny hand.

“Please fuck me, Soobin,” you begged him, your hands gripping at the material of his sweater which you were now wondering why it was still on him.

“I will, baby, be patient,” he cooed against your cheek before pressing a sweet kiss to it. He let you pull his sweater over his head for him and toss it to the side.

Soobin got onto his own knees in front of you, taking a moment to admire the way you looked at him while his hands massaged your thighs. The skin seemed to get softer the higher he went, and your legs moved on their own, spreading for him. The thin, red lace was the only thing stopping him from going down on you. His fingers extended out to the hem and tugging on them. With your eager assistance he managed to slip them down your thighs and eventually off of you.

With you bare in front of him, he couldn’t contain the pathetic moan that left his lips and made you chuckle. His hands maneuvered themselves under your thighs so that he could open them more and place himself in the middle. His cheeks tickled the inside of your thighs as he leaned in, not yet touching or kissing you the way you wanted him to. No, he simply enjoyed the smell of you, waiting for him to do anything and everything. Your thighs shifted in his hold restlessly, the feeling of his warm breath against you making you fidgety.

“You’re so impatient,” he remarked, his dark eyes looking up at your desperate ones as he finally moved forward and licked between your slippery folds. Before you could stop yourself, the loudest moan you had made until then fumbled over your lips. Your hand flew to your mouth, covering it as a reminder to be quiet. Soobin laughed lightly at your reaction.

“It’s not funny,” you mumbled, now lying completely on your back.

“That’s it, baby, just lie down,” his words were quiet and way too gentle for the way he began to devour you. His supple, pouty lips were moving so fluidly against you, kissing you and collecting your juices as they went. His tongue covered any piece of you it could, but mostly paid attention to your clit which had your thighs tensing and your toes curling. His lips curled into a smile when he realized you were getting close, and he put as much focus as possible into sending you over the edge.

“Oh my god, you’re so good at this,” you whispered, but really wanting to scream it at the top of your lungs. Soobin could feel himself getting hard again just from the noises you made and the words you spoke. If only you knew what you do to him.

Your orgasm snuck up on you faster than you expected, making your leg jump from the impact of it. Soobin’s hand held it tight, keeping it in place as he continued to lick you through your high. The sweet taste of your cum dripped onto his tongue, and he welcomed it. In fact, he dove in for more. His hands around your thighs continued to grip you.

The threshold from your orgasm to overstimulation was a little thicker than Soobin’s but it hit you just as hard. Heat flashed across your body and your thighs began vibrating.

“Soobin, it-“ you panted like a dog, your back arching off of the sheets. Your hands reached down to his head, your fingers threading into his black hair. You gave the tresses a gentle tug in an effort to back him off, but he was determined. His suckling lips were holding onto your clit with purpose, and that was to give you the best two orgasms he could, “Soobin, it’s t-too much.”

“Do you want me to stop, baby?”

Yes. No.

“I-“

Another loud moan began in your throat, and his hand made its way up to your chin. The next thing you knew, long, slender fingers were being stuffed between your lips as they stifled your noises. This was new, and you loved it.

Your tongue laved around his digits like they were candy, your plush lips vibrating against his knuckles as you moaned quietly this time. Your second orgasm washed over you much more gently than the first one. But it was way more exhilarating.

Soobin grunted as he watched you suck on his fingers, the sight so erotic he thought he might cum from it, “You’re so fucking hot.”

His lips pressed a chaste kiss against your apex before he stood up, carefully pulling you into a sitting position again. He then found comfort in kissing you until he couldn’t breathe. It wasn’t until his wet fingers were skimming over your shoulder that he realized your bra was still on. His hands moved from your shoulders to the top of the garment, dipping under the edges to free your nipples.

Your breasts. Sigh. He would admire them for forever and a day if you let him. But for now, kissing and touching them would suffice. You quickly reached behind your back to unhook the clasp and let the garment fall away from you. Once it was off, you tossed it to meet his discarded clothes and your matching underwear.

Your boyfriend shook his head, “Maybe I should teach you to be more patient. You could use a lesson in that.”

Neither of you were used to him speaking like this when you had sex, but you both respectively decided that you liked it. In fact, you could get used to it.

A pout puckered your lips together in response, making him shake his head again with a small laugh, “Don’t act all innocent now. You do need to be more patient. And who would be better to teach you than me? Huh?”

Your doe eyes looked up at him like he was a dream.

“Answer me, baby.”

His tone wasn’t demanding or harsh in any way, but the way he said it made you not want to defy him regardless. He was clearly trying out this new, dominant side of him, and you were enjoying it.

“You, Soobin.”

“And why am I the best teacher for you?” he asked, his voice softer than before, like he was genuinely curious. His hand reached up and grasped your chin delicately, his thumb stroking your face.

“Because you’re the only one for me,” you answered honestly, “I’m all yours.”

Melting. That’s what it felt like. Like Soobin’s heart was melting. But elsewhere, his loins were on fire.

An animalistic growl emitted from deep in his chest as he guided your face to his again. Lips locked in a passionate kiss.

“That’s right,” he muttered into the skin under your ear, the urge to mark you there growing by the second, “You’re mine, _______.”

“Always.”

Even though it wasn’t a question, you nodded. Maybe it was to reassure him or just to agree, you weren’t sure. You couldn’t think straight. The only thing you could think about was how badly you wanted him to fuck you. Little did you know he was thinking the exact same thing.

I’m all yours to play with.

Your words echoed in his head like a mantra. A startled noise spilled from your lips as Soobin gripped your naked hips, “I want you to ride me.”

You were so horny you would agree to almost anything he wanted. You nodded, scooting back on the bed to give him room to lay down, his ebony hair resting against the pillows underneath him. Cowgirl was his favorite position; that you were fully aware of. Yet you still found it so attractive the way he looked up at you through half-lidded eyes as you climbed onto his lap. His now fully re-erect length was tucked underneath you, your heat making his hips want to buck up into it.

Your knees pressed into the sheets on either side of Soobin’s waist and your hands rested against the faint outline of abs he displayed. His dick felt amazing against your folds as you slowly drug your hips back and forth. The pure arousal between your legs coated him, causing him to become wet and precum to start leaking from him once again.

“Wait,” you stopped your movements completely, looking at Soobin who stared back at you with concern and puzzlement in his eyes, “We don’t have any condoms.”

For a moment you felt your chest deflate of hope, but you quickly recovered. After all, you have been on birth control . . .

“I don’t mind if you don’t,” you shrugged, the tension between you growing thicker.

You swore you saw his eyes gloss over for a second at the idea of him fucking you raw, and honestly it was so hot, “Ar-are you sure?”

“Yes,” you had never nodded so quickly in your life, “Who knows, maybe having your kids wouldn’t be such a bad thing.”

You made the comment as a joke, and even though Soobin laughed along with you, his dick twitched at the idea of you pregnant with his child. What has gotten into me? he thought to himself.

After too much teasing and just the right amount of self-control that kept you from begging him to continue—you really were practicing being patient—he finally reached between the two of you. He took his bare dick, waiting as you sat up fully before feeding it between your lips. It had been over two weeks since the last time you two had sex, and you always got butterflies during this part. Soobin wasn’t huge, but he was definitely bigger than most. You sucked in a sharp breath as you slowly sunk down onto him.

You mumbled under your breath, “Oh my god.”

“Holy fu- . . .” he exhaled.

All of those people were right, Soobin thought. It’s one hundred percent better without a condom. He could feel every ridge of your warm insides, and it felt like the closest thing to what he imagined heaven being.

You leaned forward, bracing your hands on his shoulders as you started to rock your hips back and forth. His cock pulled almost all the way out, until his tip was the only thing inside of you, before you moved back and enveloped him again. A steady and gratifying rhythm began with your hips meeting his and pretty soon you were losing yourself to the pleasurable feeling. Your lower lip was virtually caged between your teeth, biting back any loud noises that threatened to escape.

Below you, Soobin couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. The way your eyebrows furrowed in pleasure. The way your lip twitched when he filled you up just right. The way your necklace shifted around your neck. The way your boobs vaguely shook with each movement. Which reminded him . . . You wanted him to play with you, right? Say less.

His large hands captured your breasts, moulding them as if they were his own personal stress toys. He gently squeezed and massaged the flesh, stopping only to tweak your nipples between his fingertips. A tiny squeak of pain mixed with pleasure got stuck in your throat, making Soobin smirk.

“Does that hurt, baby?”

You shook your head, your pace quickening as you felt that familiar twisting feeling in your gut coming on, “No. No, it feels amazing.”

“Mm,” he hummed, his lips parting as he did it again, this time a little harder. His fingers took your nipples in their grip and twisted, making a whimper fall off your tongue even louder than before, “Shh, baby. If you keep making noise we’ll have to stop, remember?”

Your head nodded, but your mind was elsewhere, only half-listening to him. You were getting too close to your release to give him your full attention.

Soobin’s tongue slid over his lower lip, watching you lose yourself. As much as he wanted to cum in you like this, he didn’t want the moment to end quite yet.

“Please tell me you’re close,” you whined in a hushed tone.

“Almost.”

Your head lolled back in agony. Your thighs were starting to burn and the aches lingering from your two previous orgasms didn’t help. Soobin could tell you were getting weaker, so he decided to help you speed up the process. He put his thumb between his lips, letting enough saliva bubble up between the puffy pink skin to wet his finger. He then put it between your bodies, finding your clit after a few seconds of searching for it. Your body shivered from his touch, and your knees shifted as you began to ride him with more vigor than before.

“Soobin, I’m not gonna last much longer. Are you almost there?” you asked again, stabilizing your hands on his knees behind you. At this pace you were bound to explode at any second.

“Don’t worry about me, baby. Just cum.”

And you did just that.

Soobin’s lips were frozen in an open position, somehow still shocked by how hot you were when you orgasmed despite experiencing this a handful of times before. Your eyes were screwed together, and a quiet moan squeaked through your lips. Your fingers gripped the flesh of his knees behind you, making Soobin’s legs shake from the pain.

“R-red.”

Soobin hadn’t realized his thumb was still rubbing your clit until you were stuttering the safe word, one of your hands flying between your legs to pull it away. Your boyfriend apologized, moving the thumb back to your hip where he stroked the skin tenderly. Your hand rested against his happy trail, feeling his stomach shift with each ragged breath he took.

“You didn’t finish,” you mumbled, your eyes still closed.

“I know,” his eyes twinkled up at your beautiful face as your eyes opened and your gaze finally met his, “You’ve still got one more in you, don’t you?”

He chuckled when he noticed your subtle gulp of indecision.

“Come on, just one more,” he used the one thing he knew you couldn’t resist. His pout. Your eyes drifted to his uniquely pointed, supple lips, and he could’ve sworn he felt you clench around him, “I’ll take good care of you after, okay? Promise.”

“Okay,” you nodded, redistributing your weight as he sat up with you still on his lap. With him still seated inside of you, you wound your arms around his shoulders, pulling him in for a passionate kiss that had your head spinning—then again, it could have just been the multiple orgasms he just gave you. His own arms encircled your waist, pulling you as close to him as possible.

You didn’t know what you were expecting, but it wasn’t Soobin picking you up off his lap and spinning the two of you so that you were under him on the mattress. A gasp left you as your head hit the pillows and Soobin got himself comfortable between your hips again, having been removed during the shift. You suddenly felt so empty, and you hated it.

“Just one more, and then we’re done,” he whispered against your neck before suckling the skin, intending to leave a nice hickey.

“I know you want me to be patient, Soobin, but I need you to fuck me,” you sighed, your fingers threading through his silky hair.

Your boyfriend softly laughed in your ear as his lips pressed a kiss against the shell of it, “I will. I’ll fuck you so good you won’t remember anyone’s name but mine.”

You clenched around nothing, your thighs shifting around his hips. You ached for him, and he knew it.

Soobin distracted you with kisses all over your face and neck that when his erection was entering you, you were taken completely off guard. A loud whimper left you before you could stop it, and Soobin shook his head, “Shhh. Be quiet or I’ll have to make you be quiet. You don’t want that, do you, baby?”

He expected you to shake your head, but instead he got your hazy eyes looking back at him as if his suggestion were a treat. He especially didn’t expect your walls to tighten around him after he said it.

“You want me to shut you up?” he asked with a smirk tugging at his lips, “You want me to shove my fingers back in your filthy mouth? Huh?”

You were practically on cloud nine at this point as you nodded, “Yes, please.”

“And you used your manners,” he marveled as he started thrusting shallowly into you. You bit back every noise you wanted to make. You were doing so good for him, and you didn’t want to fuck up now, “Good girl.”

Another moan almost escaped you, but you swallowed it back before it could erupt. This couldn’t get any better, you thought. But it did.

Soobin’s right hand secured his position over you, gripping the bed beside you for security. The other reached up to your face, his thumb rubbing over your messy, slightly swollen lips. You immediately parted them for him to put his fingers in, and he smiled at your impatience. I’ll let it slide, since you look so hot right now.

His index and middle finger slipped past your lips, sliding over your tongue with ease. You closed your mouth around him, humming in satisfaction at the feeling of being full in two places. He started to match the pace of his fingers to his cock, sliding both slowly but with purpose. You felt his fingertips kiss the back of your throat just as you felt his tip kiss your cervix. You were in paradise.

“You’re doing so good, _______,” he kissed your ear, his breath tickling it, “You look so pretty, all for me. My pretty little slut. Isn’t that right, baby?”

Slut? Your head was spinning again. You’ve been waiting for this for so long.

You nodded in agreement, muttering against his fingers, “Mhmm.”

“Who does this mouth belong to?” he whispered, making your heart skip a beat.

He took his fingers out of your mouth just enough for you to speak, “You, Soobin.”

“And who does this pussy belong to?”

It felt like he was speaking a foreign language. Your boyfriend was far from innocent, but you had never heard him speak like this before. Your boyfriend wasn’t possessive in his day-to-day life, and you didn’t want him to be. But in the bedroom? Him being possessive and talking dirty to you like this caused a tsunami between your legs. You weren’t sure why but seeing your cute and harmless Soobin become so jealous and domineering was bewitching you.

“You. You. It’s all for you,” you repeated, the familiarity of another impending orgasm creeping in your muscles.

Soobin smirked again, marking your collarbones with his lips and ambition, “That’s right, baby. I’m all yours, and you’re all mine. No one else’s.”

You shook your head, your breaths becoming more and more bated as he continued to roughly thrust into you, “No one.”

He stuffed his fingers back into your mouth gently, hiding a smile when you immediately moaned around his knuckles. The fingernails of your right hand dug into the skin of his lower back as your left hand found comfort in his hair. Your hips began bucking up to meet his thrusts. You were getting so close again.

“Gonna cum one last time for me, my love?”

You nodded lazily, your energy dissipating. Soobin’s thumb caressed your face before he leaned down to press a kiss to the corner of your lips which were still occupied. His thrusts became more driven and erratic as he felt himself also getting close to his orgasm. He edged himself one too many times, so this time was going to be big. It was then that he remembered he was fucking you raw. When I cum, it will fill her up, he thought. It’s going to seep out of her. This is a fucking dream.

“Are you sure I can cum inside?” he asked once more, right as he was on the verge of blowing. He didn’t want to do it if you changed your mind.

You nodded again, fighting the urge to whine when his fingers slipped out of your lips again.

“Are you posit-“

“Yes, fuck- Please fill me up!” your eyes shut again as you buried your face into his neck to stifle your noises. You held onto him for dear life, continuing to buck your hips against his until your fourth orgasm of the night washed over you. Your walls pulsing around him on top of your fingers tugging at his hair was the last straw; he couldn’t hold back anymore, even if he tried.

“Shit,” his voice cracked. His hips stuttered, and the arm he was using to hold himself up was losing strength. His warm cum filled you, covering your insides. Once he was empty and his cock finished twitching, he slowly pulled out of you and paused to gain composure.

You closed your eyes, letting yourself fully relax, and for a moment it felt like you were sinking into the mattress. As your breathing started to return to normal, you felt the sensation of Soobin’s cum beginning to leak from you.

A small gasp left your lips, getting your boyfriend’s attention, “I can’t get cum on these sheets, Soobin.”

In his post-orgasm haze, he somehow forgot about the fact that he just came inside of you for the first time. He was so used to using condoms that he didn’t think about the mess after.

Without a word, his fingers skimmed over your torso and down between your legs, scooping up the liquid that was starting to leak. You assumed he was going to wipe it on his body or even yours, but apparently, he wasn’t done surprising you tonight. He carefully slipped his two fingers back into your folds, shoving them inside to gather more of his cum on the digits. Your head dug back into the pillows as you groaned, and Soobin chuckled at your response.

“Do you want it?” he asked as he withdrew the cum-coated fingers from you, holding them up in front of your face so you could see the liquid dripping over his hand.

Even though you had just experienced four overwhelming orgasms and fatigue was slowly settling in your bones, you couldn’t deny his offer. Something inside of you just couldn’t resist him. Though, it’s not like you wanted to.

You nodded, pornographic moans reverberating around his finger as you sucked your mixed semen off of his skin and the palm of his hand. As you licked the residue clean, he leaned forward and replaced his hands with his lips, capturing you in a kiss that was so full of love you thought your heart might implode.

You regretfully pulled away first, making Soobin hmph in dissatisfaction, “I’m sorry, I love you, but I need to take a bath or shower or something soon. I feel dirty.”

Soobin laughed, pressing a sweet kiss to your temple, “After all of that, I do too. I’ll go run the water for us.”

“That sounds perfect.”

The water felt like an orgasm in itself. The way the warm water hit the tense muscles of your bare back. Soobin carefully stepped in behind you, facing the running water while you faced him. He smiled down at you, admiring your oblivious self. Your eyes were closed as you enjoyed the stream, a lazy grin on your lips that only got wider when he leaned down to press a kiss against them.

“_______, my love, would you like me to wash your hair for you?” he asked, his large hands resting on your waist.

“I would love that.”

Your boyfriend picked up the bottle of shampoo, lathering some in his hand before putting the bottle back. He instructed you to close your eyes and tip your head back as he began gently massaging your scalp. A satisfied hum involuntarily left your lips, making him giggle. You poked his side playfully, and he apologized. He then got the conditioner and repeated the same actions, sliding his fingers through your hair as the water washed away any dirt and oil from the day—but mainly from the last thirty minutes.

He wasn’t sure what to do when he finished, but your eyes were still closed, and you seemed to just be enjoying the water again. So, he took it upon himself to get a washcloth and douse it with enough soap. He slid the cloth first over your shoulders in circular motions, going down your arms, then your back. He reluctantly passed them over your neck and chest, inspecting the faint purple-red marks that were bound to become darker overnight.

“I’m sorry,” he confessed, making you open your eyes in confusion.

“About what, baby?”

“For leaving so many marks,” he said, caressing the spots with his thumb gingerly, “I’m sorry if I went a little too far earlier by the way . . . Calling you a slut and all that. Thinking about it now, it seems a little excessive.”

You shook your head, subtly biting your lip, “Don’t be, I liked it. All of it. Y’know, I really love how soft and sweet you are, but sometimes it’s nice to let go and be a little . . . wild, I guess? I know you would never intentionally hurt me, so it’s fine. And as for the hickeys, don’t worry. I can cover them up with make up in the morning.“

Soobin nodded, his hands still running the sudsy washcloth over your stomach and waist, “And I’m sorry for getting so jealous. I trust you in every sense of the word, but my pride gets the best of me sometimes.”

“We have plenty of time to work on it, but it really wasn’t that bad. Honestly, if I knew you being jealous would lead to this, I would’ve gotten you riled up ages ago.”

“Don’t say that,” he shook his head, scoffing. You laughed, pulling him into another kiss as you assured him you were joking. His kisses were peppered from your lips to your cheeks, jaw, neck, chest, until he got to your sternum.

He lowered to his knees, washing your legs starting from your feet and calves. His hands so gently circled over your knees and up your thighs. His eyes found yours as he pressed a kiss to your tummy, making a shiver run down your spine. If you weren’t so tired, you could have gone another round right then and there.

Soobin let you cleanse the rest yourself as he quickly washed himself up. Once the both of you were done, he shut the water off and toweled himself off before draping you in your own towel. He pulled on a pair of boxer briefs, sweatpants, and a t-shirt and went back into the room to check his phone while you got dressed.

The both of you brushed your teeth together at the sink—you laughing through the froth of your toothpaste as Soobin made faces at you in the mirror. After you wiped your mouth clean, you followed him into the bedroom, ready to relax under the covers and go to sleep.

“I’m gonna go get a glass of water,” Soobin said, going towards the door as you laid back against the pillows, “Don’t fall asleep before I give you your goodnight kiss.”

You scoffed with a smile, “Yes sir.”

Soobin was sure to be quiet in every move he made—closing the bedroom door and walking down the stairs. He peeked over the stair railing to see his sister and Dohyun sleeping on the pull-out couch, and Jiwon was still curled up peacefully on the recliner. His feet padded softly against the lower steps before he touched the floor. He made his way to the kitchen but was shocked to see the dim glow of the oven light already on. Mom always turns that off, he thought.

He approached the doorway to see his brother already looking through the fridge.

“What are you doing up?” he whispered, causing Sungmin to stand at attention.

“Oh,” his brother relaxed once he realized it was him, “Came down to get a drink. You?”

“Same.”

His brother gave him a pointed look, with a smirk wiggling the corner of his lips, “Thirsty?”

Soobin’s eyebrows furrowed at his brother’s odd demeanor, “Yeah?”

“I bet. I would be too if I just had the sex you did.”

Your boyfriend froze, not sure if he should be nervous or embarrassed.

“Don’t worry,” Sungmin laughed quietly, “You guys weren’t loud or anything. I just heard when I went to the bathroom earlier. Sounded like _______ was having fun.”

Soobin’s fists tensed up at his side as he debated on holding his tongue or giving his brother a piece of his mind. Today was his unlucky day.

“Y’know what, Sungmin? She was,” Soobin remarked, secretly loving the way his brother’s expression switched from arrogance to bewilderment, “And I’m sorry that you and Yoona didn’t work out, but I’d appreciate it if you quit looking at my girlfriend every chance you get.”

Sungmin looked confused, but his brother cut him off before he could speak again, “Yeah, don’t think I didn’t notice. You were never that great at being subtle. Like the comments about me you keep making? Trying to humiliate me in front of her? It didn’t work. So, you can drop it.“

“Soobin, I- I’m sorry if it seemed like I was trying to-“

“I don’t want to hear it, Sungmin. I brought _______ here to spend a nice holiday with our family. Not for you to take every chance you could to steal her from me.“

Sungmin was too stunned to speak. Soobin felt better thinking it was because his older brother was finally embarrassed by his actions. He busied himself fixing two glasses of water, and before he could walk out of the kitchen, his brother spoke again.

“Soobin, I really am sorry.”

The younger brother turned, nodding to his sibling nonchalantly, “Merry Christmas, Sungmin.”

The family of three were still sound asleep as he passed them on his way back upstairs. With careful steps, he carried himself to the bedroom, opening and closing the door softly. He smiled as he looked over at the bed to see your phone haphazardly leaning against the pillow beside you, your grip on it loosening. Your eyes slowly blinked with sleep tugging at them.

“You didn’t fall asleep without your kiss, did you?”

“Mm?” you hummed, opening your eyes and picking your phone up so it wouldn’t fall, “No.”

Your boyfriend laughed at your half-awake form, handing you the second glass of water from his side of the bed. You sat up a bit to take the cup and drink from it. Soobin slid in beside you on the bed, drinking from his own glass.

“You didn’t wake anybody, right?” you asked, placing your cup and phone on the nightstand.

Soobin paused, and before he could speak, you were already looking at him with a stern look, “I didn’t wake anyone . . . but I ran into Sungmin in the kitchen.”

“Okay?” you were wondering why he brought it up, until- “He didn’t hear us, did he? Oh my God, this is so embarrassing. Soobin, what if your parents heard?”

Soobin shook his head as he placed his cup down, “________, they didn’t hear us. The others were fast asleep in the living room. Sungmin only heard because he got up to use the bathroom.”

Your heart was pounding against your chest as you sighed, “What did he say? Actually, I probably don’t wanna know.”

Your boyfriend shrugged, “He made a comment about you sounding like you were having fun-“

Your cheeks bloomed with heat. This couldn’t get any worse—well, it could, but this was embarrassing enough as it is, “And?”

“-and I kind of snapped on him. I wasn’t going to, but I’m just so sick of him. I told him to quit looking at you and trying to humiliate me.”

Your eyes softened as you watched his nose crinkle with anger while he talked. It was rare to see Soobin annoyed much less angry, “What happened after that?”

“He tried to apologize, but I didn’t wanna hear it,” he shrugged, then chuckled, “I finished by telling him Merry Christmas.”

You poked his arm before wrapping your hands around it, “Well, I’m glad you finally got it off your chest, at least. I’m proud of you.”

Soobin half-smiled, leaning into your lips as they reached up and kissed his dimple. He turned to press your lips against his, his hand extending to stroke your cheek lovingly. You were practically melting into him.

You finally convinced him to lie down and shut off the lamps. He curled up to you, resting his head on your chest as his long legs intertwined with yours. He noticed your hand resting by your side with your bracelet on it, so he reached out and moved it to sit atop your tummy. He held your hand there, giggling as the charms clicked together magnetically and formed a full heart that mimicked his own. You smiled, feeling more loved in this moment than ever before. Just as your eyes were closing and a content sigh was leaving your lips, he asked:

“Did you have a good Christmas?”

“Absolutely. Did you?”

“Yeah, I did,” he hummed, “I love you, _______.”

“I love you more, Soobin.”

#soobin smut #txt smut #soobin fluff #txt fluff #choi soobin smut #txt soobin #txt imagines #txt scenarios #txt hard hours #choi soobin #soobin x reader #txt x reader #soobin scenarios #soobin imagines #📎: first love

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ghoulfriendfangs · 2 years ago

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KINKTOBER ‘22 - Drunkard

Day 22: Omo with Julian

{WC: ~650} {dom!top!reader x bottom!sub!Julian, drunk Julian, drunk reader, drunkards all around piss, peepee, piddling, weewee}

“Come on,” you grunted, bearing Julian’s dead weight as you dragged him out of the Rowdy Raven. He was no help at all, not bothering to pick up his feet and instead putting his energy towards wrapping his arms around you tightly, pressing sloppy kisses into the back of your neck and giggling with drunken excitement at the impromptu piggyback ride you were giving him.

“I warned you,” he giggled, “I’ve been the ch.. champ… the champ… the winner of the Rowdy Raven’s drinking contests f-for s-sseveral years in a row, no one can outdrink me!”

“Yes, and I’m very proud of you for it,” you rolled you eyes, but a smile was on your lips and there was a rosy parlor adorning your own cheeks. You had felt sick a few rounds in, and tapped out. But Julian? You couldn’t believe how long he lasted, he had beaten sailors and drunkards twice his size and triple his weight class. You didn’t even know where all that alcohol went inside him.

“You’re… proud of me?” He asked, then he suddenly decided to stand on his own and attempt to skip through the streets in glee, splashing through puddles and stumbling three steps in, landing against the wall with a spectacular tumble. He attempted to play off the misstep by folding his arms and leaning a foot on the wall, pretending he had intentionally smacked into the bricks at full speed.

“I’m very impressed, this is the drunkest I’ve seen you in a while. You’ll be lucky if I let you play that contest again!”

“But they’ll miss me, and I’ll… I’ll miss hearing you cheer me on, my beloved! My adorable! My cutest!”

He reached out his arms, and you embraced him- if only to keep him from tripping again while chasing you down. He nuzzled his face into your hair, giggling like an idiot. Despite how much of a fool he was behaving like… you admittedly enjoyed seeing him looking so happy and carefree. You remembered, not too long ago, finding him drinking away his sorrows at the same tavern, spending his nights brooding. You’d rather him feel overly elated rather than self-flagellating.

But suddenly, Julian pushed away from you, looking terribly embarrassed. “Wait, where’s, how… how far are we from home?”

“A ways away.”

He cursed under his breath, then asked,

“A-and the raven?”

“We just left, they’re closed shut.”

“I-I…I…”

“What’s wrong, Julian…?”

“I… Ihavetopee. Bad.”

“O-oh,” you looked frantically around. There were no witnesses. You quickly ushered him into an alley.

“Here, no one is looking. I’ll keep watch.”

He nodded, unbuckling his belt, but he was having difficulty undressing himself.

You came behind him, quickly undressing him and pulling down his pants- just in time as he couldn’t contain it any longer. He gasped, whimpering with relief as he finally relieved himself onto the brick of the alley.

“I… I like it when you help me…”

“Yeah, anytime my love...”

“I really like it when you watch me piss, too.”

“…wh-what…?”

The next morning, Julian felt like he had fallen down every flight of stairs in Vesuvia. He dragged himself to the kitchen, a resounding pounding in his skull. He began to prepare pitch black coffee, cursing himself and the torture he set himself up for the night before.

“Good mourning,” you called to him cheerily. His heart felt warm. You, oh he loved you. You smiled, warming his poor, hungover heart. You grabbed the kettle, pouring the coffee for him. He liked it when you helped h-

Oh gods.

“A-about last night… did I… say anything… unusual?”

“Nothing out of the ordinary.”

“…are you sure? Nothing… too dirty?”

“Not for me. I mean, I could’ve guessed you were into piss.”

He nearly choked on his coffee.

“I-I’m tremendously sorry, it was inappropriate of me to-“

“Ilya,” you said, stopping him before he began blaming himself.

“Y-yes, my love?”

“I really like watching you piss, too.”

#kinktober 2022 #kinktober #spicy #the arcana #top reader #dom reader #top mc #dom mc #bottom julian #sub julian #julian #julian devorak #omo #drunk

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whiskeyncoke-redux · 3 years ago

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Chris Evans A-Z Headcanons

Warnings: Smut. 18+ ONLY Minors DNI

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A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

After sex Chris is very loving and cuddly. He likes to hold you so that you know that he cares about you and that you’re loved. He also likes talking to you in that deep voice he has.

B = Body Part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Chris is an ass man. So he loves your butt. He loves to play with it, squeezing and grabbing on it. Especially in public, he likes that little squeal you let out when he grabs it unexpectedly.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically)

He likes to cum inside you when he’s in that slow and sensual mood, he just wants to stay inside you then. But when he’s in a mood for something a little more rough or during a quickie, he’ll pull out and cum either on your ass or your chest.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Chris loves being in control. He loves telling you what to do and how to do it. And you love it when he does. It’s such a huge turn on. You were a little shocked the first time he did it, but you loved him taking control like that.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Chris is experienced. He knows what he’s doing but he always makes sure that you like it.

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying)

Since Chris likes to be in control, his favorite position is either missionary or doggy style. That way he can control how deep he goes in you. He does like it when you’re on top cuz he can grab your hips and control how you move on him.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc.)

He’s goofy once you two have been together for a while. At first he started off serious, but once he got comfortable, after the third or fourth time, he let himself go and likes to play around. He can be serious when he’s in a deeply romantic mood.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

I think he’s trimmed but nothing too serious.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

He’s already said that he’s a romantic and this translates into the bedroom. He loves being close to you, holding you, kissing etc. And he’ll set the mood with things like candles and music.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon.)

He’ll masturbate when he’s not been around you for a while. Normally he likes to save it all for you, but when he isn’t around you for a while he will; usually in the shower.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Chris has a daddy kink. He loves when you call him daddy in bed or out in public. When you whisper it in his ear when you guys are out, it immediately turns him on and he can’t wait to get you home and make you moan it out loud.

L = Location (Favorite place to do the do)

Anywhere. When he hasn’t seen you for a while he’ll take you anywhere he can, on the couch, in the kitchen, on the floor, in the shower… he just can’t help himself when he wants you.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Seeing you is enough to get him going. But if he’s been around you, kissing will turn him on, especially when you straddle him and run your fingers through his hair. He also gets turned on when he sees you walking around in only one of his shirts. You have a collection of his shirts that you’ve “borrowed” just for that.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He won’t hit you. I don’t mean a smack on the ass, cuz he will do that, but he won’t smack your face or choke you.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He loves both and he’s great at giving it. He knows exactly how to use his tongue and hands and those beautiful lips of his to make you come undone. When he’s receiving he likes to watch you take him all in. He’ll encourage you and praises how good you are.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc)

Chris does both very well depending on his mood. When he’s feeling loving he loves to go slowly, taking his time and making you feel every part of him. When he’s needy, like when he’s been away for a while, he likes to go fast and rough because he can’t wait to be inside you.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

While Chris prefers proper sex ad taking his time, he will take a quickie here and there. Like once in the kitchen before you had a dinner party, he couldn’t keep his hands off you and the next thing you knew you were on the counter with him between your legs with your guests due to arrive in 20 minutes.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Yes. You and Chris have experimented in different places in public. Your favorite was in the back row of a movie theater one afternoon. You rode him backwards while he held on to your hips. You made sure not to moan too loudly as there were a few people further up.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last)

Chris can go about two rounds with you on a regular day. When he’s been away and everything has built up, he can go for longer.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He doesn’t have any toys but he has bought some for you. He likes to see you use them on yourself when you’re video chatting. But when he’s with you, he only wants him touching you and nothing else.

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

He loves to tease you and you will tease back. Especially in public. You two love to grab on each other. He’s also big into PDA, so there’s a lot of kissing and caressing.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds do they make)

He can get loud when he’s into it. He loves saying your name and telling you how good you feel to him.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Chris loves to tell you you’re his. When he’s inside you he loves to tell you that your body is his, your pussy is his. And he loves it when you tell him it back. It’s all apart of him loving to be in control.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Chris is average length wise but thicker than most.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Chris has an average sex drive. He doesn’t want it a the time. Sometimes he just likes to hold you and feel you close to him.

Z = ZZZ (…How quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He doesn’t fall asleep right away. He likes to hold you and watch you sleep for a bit before he settles down and sleeps himself.

#Chris Evans #chris evans x reader #chris evans headcanon #chris evans smut #chris evans imagine #chris evans rpf #whiskey writes

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iheardarumorthings · 3 years ago

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Not like a request just me wanting to be like hey look at my idea. But like five finding a kid in the apocalypse and raising that kid and then when they go to 2019 everybody is like wtf that kid from-✨

ok well now it's a request so there's that-

warnings: apocalypse, guns, knives, vigilante justice, cop stuff, isolation, bad writing possibly, very long headcanons, probably doesn't encompass all of the ideas we've thrown out and for that i am eternally sorry, death, fire, other stuff, reader being sick, reader busting eyes and kneecaps, mention of kneecap busting

HEADCANONS WITH FIVE WHO HAS A KID

INFANCY

Your mother was clutching you to her chest, whispering things in your ear when he found you two. You were trapped under rocks that offered you protection from the fires.

Your mother was dying, and therefore you had no one to rely on and you would perish as well.

“I don’t know who you are,” she rasped, lacking water. “But you need to take care of them. They’re likely all you have.”

His face was pale, his seventeen year old form was shaking as he took you from her, tears streaming down her face.

Your bundled form began to scream.

His heart broke.

Your mother died that day and that’s when he became your father.

He’d stay up all night sometimes, watching, waiting. He didn’t know whether to cover your mouth and nose from the toxins that were airborne, possible contaminants for your lungs.

“I got you, kiddo,” he’d whisper.

CHILDHOOD

He wouldn’t let you out of his sight.

Especially because the both of you were rather sickly due to lack of nutrition.

Along with this, the contaminants in the air had taken root in your lungs, making you even more vulnerable to the harsh conditions of the apocalypse.

However, that didn’t stop the utter chaos of having to live with you.

After the big jump, Five didn’t time travel but he could still spatial jump places and there has been more than one occasion he’s had to jump on top of a building to save you from attempting a tightrope escapade.

“DAD LOOK AT ME!”

“OH, FuCk-”

OH MY LORD THAT’S ANOTHER THING

YOUR L A N G U A G E

Bad y/n

“Why the fuck is this knocked down, Dad?”

You actually asked that sweetly, thinking that the f word was just a normal word.

“Don’t use that word.”

“What word?”

But, let’s move on to some plot-moving pieces here… the handler

She comes while you were alone, sitting and swinging your legs off a ledge of a slab of cement a few feet off the ground (nothing like the top of a building)

“Why hello, darling,” she smiled, venomous. “Is your father home?”

Your stubby fingers slid down under the slab for the little handgun Five had taught you how to use in case of an unlikely emergency.

You brought it out in front of you and aimed for her chest, little hairs flying into your eyes from your braid

(You didn’t have many materials to cut your hair with so both you and Five had long hair)

“Leave.”

“I’m sorry, sweetheart, I’m here for Number Five, have you seen him?”

He was gathering. He wasn’t there.

“You heard what they said,” he shouted, his rifle coming out from next to him, pushing you behind him with your mother. “Leave.”

“Oh, but I think you’d like to hear my offer first. My offer for the both of you.”

You hugged his leg with one arm, the other hand clutching the plastic fingers of the woman you called mother and Five called Dolores.

He hissed at her, she smiled back. They went back and forth, sometimes mentioning you.

Whenever she did mention you he blocked you from her view just a little more.

But, in the end, the twenty one year old Five accepted, leaving your mother behind and putting you on his hip.

“I got you, kiddo. Trust me on this, we’re going to be okay.”

He enrolled you in school, that’s when he got his work done, until he didn’t.

At night he refused to leave you alone, but he never told you why.

Probably for fear of the handler toying with your brain. He heard what she did with moldable young children: she turned them into soldiers.

The only time he left you in the hands of the commission was for the treatment of your lungs.

He wouldn’t let you become a soldier unless it was on your own accord, and even then you’d rise in the ranks, ruling them all.

He knew it and he made sure you did too.

You never settled for less than number one because of him, and god were you thankful for it.

You could read ancient texts and speak quite a few languages by age five (that time in the apocalypse had to be spent doing something, right?)

That’s where you found the book that taught you how to pop out eyes and joints and other stuff like that.

He took you on a mission one night, making you sit outside as usual (but still where he could see you)

A guy ran out, about to come at you

You took his eyes and then his kneecaps

Five just stood there, clean cut (you weren’t used to that part), and shocked.

“Diego would love you,” he whispered, looking at you and your bloodied hands.

You were never supposed to be like that. He supposed that was when he realized that he needed to leave the commission sooner rather than later.

However, the commission only seemed to swamp him with more work.

And so he had no time to himself unless it was with you- meaning no time to work on equations that would get you two to 2019.

And so the years flew by.

TEENAGE YEARS

You were still in school, putting up a bored and bitter mask.

Teachers didn’t mess with you and students didn’t talk to you.

The last time that happened there was a call to Five- they were screwing with you anyway. He gave you ice cream after.

You knew everything already- the algebra, the geometry, the shakespeare (though that one was a little awkward)

You. were. Bored.

And, knowing this, Five took you on jobs frequently so you could help him with his equations.

You told him he screwed up. He didn’t listen.

He’d be a bit of an awkward parent with teenagers- not knowing the ins and outs himself. He’d gotten the talk, but it was overly factual and only about the male body.

RANDOM THING FOR AFAB READER

He would scream if he found out you had your period.

He wouldn’t know what the hell to do.

He’d take the day out and just rock back and forth- you’d have to comfort him.

BACK TO THE NORMAL STUFF

You told him he was wrong and he didn’t listen. So, the thirty-something year old man became thirteen and you were six again.

You chewed him out for that one.

So now you have the family, he introduced you as Y/N Hargreeves, much to everyone’s shock.

But they got over it- they have had a lot weirder.

Vanya babysits when Five does anything particularly dangerous, though you always seem to escape her grasp within those few days.

Five was pissed when he found out about Leonard- especially when he found out that he took you out for breakfast with Vanya.

You had said something about a shady dude. Along with this, you also managed to make your way into trouble.

That’s how you landed in 1968 with Klaus- you were kidnapped by Hazel and Cha Cha.

Klaus took care of you the best he could with Dave, but even then you had too much time to yourself.

Along with this, your lungs were acting up again because of the timeline of your treatment.

You taught yourself how to grow up, building a time machine, trying to get back to 2019 and back into your teenage body.

You successfully time traveled (just before Klaus used the briefcase), but landed in the wrong year: 1955

THE 1900s

You would make your money by becoming a singer, even at just a young age.

Someone came across your cold and neglected form on the streets (luckily you had retained some survival skills from the apocalypse so food was an issue, but not as bad as it would’ve been if you hadn’t retained those skills)

Your lungs were killing you but you still squeezed out a few notes, people walking around you sometimes handing you a few dollars to help.

They came and took care of you in exchange for your voice.

You did this until you were 14 again and Five found you: even more grown up than you were before.

He was more grown up too, being about 25 this time.

Still, you had your reunion and saved the world.

ADULTHOOD

You didn’t need college, you had enough expertise in solving way too many cold cases, but you still had to go through the academy.

You graduated top of your class, the academy cheering behind you.

But behind all the cases you solved in the daylight, the night was your time to shine as well, sometimes featuring Diego.

Knives, swords, anything you could use to catch the bad guys and drop them at the station.

It made your day job easier.

Five was behind you all the way, sometimes popping up at random crime scenes, testing you on the random details.

He was there every step of the way, even when he wasn’t physically there.

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not telling them you’re pregnant [2] - f!reader

- little angst, hurt/comfort??, fluff

- characters: iwaizumi, atsumu, kageyama

- warnings: pregnancy, cravings, morning sickness aka throwing up, some cursing, mentions of sex, “mad” iwa makes out with your neck, atsumu pretends to faint and reader jokes about him dying :0

- wc: 1.4k, 1.3k, 1.7k (jfc thats a lot)

a/n: thank u guys for all the love on the first part <333 ily all and ty to the nonnie that requested tsumu and kags

f!reader cuz pregnancy but no specific prns/gendered terms used

[1. suna, sakusa, semi]

IWAIZUMI

#! you were planning on telling iwaizumi the big news that night

#! you missed your cycle this month, thinking it was probably just late so you didn’t care and waited for one more week to pass before worrying

#! it was almost two weeks now, your period tracker repeatedly sending you notifications to remind you to log your monthly cycle

#! but you had no cycle to log

#! thinking that you should go buy some tests, you did just that and came home to see them all turn positive

#! you were in the kitchen cooking a quick dinner when iwaizumi came home

#! he entered your home mumbling under his breath about some kid while putting up his jacket and shoes

#! “welcome home, haji!” you greeted him from the kitchen

#! “hey.” he briefly said back making you turn around to look at him

#! “you alright? what happened?” you tried starting a conversation in hopes of getting his mind off of whatever it is that seems to be bothering him

#! “some fucking kids came into the gym today, acting all obnoxious, trying to taunt me and the team because they wanted to impress some girls who probably didn’t even know them. would’ve knocked them out if it wasn’t against the fucking law.” he harshly explained his day while looking through the fridge for his protein drink

#! you tried not to laugh, turning around so he couldn’t see your face and tightening your lips together to contain yourself, but it was so funny you couldn’t help but imagine it

#! iwaizumi heard the giggles coming from you causing him to roll his eyes, “what’s funny?”

#! “nothing, should’ve just knocked them out, babe.”

#! “yea? sounds like you want to start visiting me in jail,” he makes his way over to back hug you while you continued cooking at the stove, “well then, i’ll keep that in mind next time some dinky teenager get in my face, baby.” he mumbles against your neck before giving you a quick kiss there

#! “hajjj, i’m cooking. go be horny elsewhere!” your upper half shuddered when he continued making out with your neck

#! “whatever you say, your highness.” deep chuckles come from him while he lets go of you to walk to the bedroom

#! “don’t call me that!” his laugh getting louder at your exclamation

#! later that night, you both laid in bed on your sides staring out of the window in front of you

#! “hey haj,” your voice a gentle whisper as to not wake him up if he had already fell asleep

#! “hmm?” he hums from behind you, rough, warm hands under your shirt rubbing itself on your bare stomach

#! “do you ever want kids?”

#! he was silent as he thought about what to say to you

#! “i don’t if they’re just gonna turn out like those dicks from today.” his answer wasn’t meant to be taken too seriously, he just hoped you didn’t interpret that as him saying he doesn’t want kids at all

#! “so if they don’t?”

#! “.......sure.”

#! you noticed his hesitation before he gave you an answer, trying to ignore it so your brain didn’t start analyzing too much

#! “hm, ok. goodnight, haji.”

#! “goodnight, i love you.”

#! “love you too.”

#! you told yourself that you were gonna reveal the news to him that night, but seeing that he was worked up over those kids and his slight hesitation when he answered you made you change your mind at the last minute

#! you laid awake thinking about what to do while iwaizumi peacefully slept not knowing his hand was caressing his future child

#! a few days have passed and you were still thinking about when to tell him

#! should you just say it? how would you say it? “hey, i’m pregnant.” no, that’s too blunt. “what if i told you i’m pregnant?” eh. “i’m preggo!” maybe.

#! you both never brought up the topic about having kids again ever since that night

#! but what you didn’t know was how occupied iwaizumi’s mind has been ever since you popped that question

#! he’s been imagining what it would be like to have a little him running around the house, maybe he’s a crybaby and dramatic like his uncle oikawa — who definitely would like to be the godfather, and he promises daily facetime calls everyday despite iwaizumi’s obvious displeasure — or perhaps he also finds entertainment in the godzilla franchise like his father

#! iwa thinks it would be neat to sometimes watch godzilla with someone else besides you, preferably his own kid

#! the night you asked him that question, it took him a while to answer because he couldn’t believe what he just heard. getting lost in his thoughts, he didn’t realize he forgot to answer you, giving you a quick, “sure.” once he came back to reality

#! you didn’t know this so you took his moment of silence as a sign of hesitation

#! the minor miscommunication causing you both to go into your own heads

#! you were currently looking in the full body mirror, observing the way your stomach looked and how much it’ll be changing soon to accommodate a living being inside you. your hands were moving around, curving itself against your stomach naturally when iwaizumi walked in on you

#! “babe, have you seen my hoodie? the black one, i think you were wearing it-,” his sentence cut off when he looked up from his phone

#! “what are you doing?” he asked seeing you pull your shirt back down

#! “looking at my stomach.”

#! “why? are you okay?” his voice softened at the second question wondering if you were feeling bad about yourself

#! “uh no, wait- yes, yea i’m okay. um, can i tell you something?”

#! before he could answer, you continued, “well, by tell i mean show. i have something to show you.”

#! “uh, yes? why are you so nervous?”

#! “ok, wait here.”

#! “babe-,” and you ran off leaving iwaizumi and the rest of his sentence in the room. a few seconds later, you came back holding something in your hand

#! “here.” grabbing his thick fingers to open his palm before stuffing the item into it. his eyebrows furrowed and he slowly unravels the piece of paper. you analyzed his face for any signs of anger or discontent while his eyes scanned the pictures from one corner to another

#! “w-what is..... you’re pregnant?” he whispered out, mind and body in shock as he stares at you wide-eyed

#! you nodded knowing that if you opened your mouth to talk you were probably going to cry. he falls onto the bed, sitting at the edge, then buries his head into his hands

#! “haji?” your voice lower than a whisper

#! he didn’t answer

#! but you saw it

#! you saw his shoulders starting to shake

#! “haj?” you tried again, this time lightly walking towards him

#! his cries became audible when he felt your smaller hands wrapping around his shoulders

#! “hey.. why are you crying?” you tried comforting him because it didn’t seem like his tears were going to stop any time soon

#! “shit, yn, fuck me.” he said through his cries

#! “oh?”

#! he rolled his eyes at your implying tone before grabbing you by the waist to lay his head on your chest. his breath staggered from crying, he was still crying just not as hard

#! one of your hand gently going through his hair while the other one rubs his back. the action soothing him enough to calm him down and eventually his tears stopped. “why didn’t you tell me?” his voice pouty and his sentence breaking between every other word

#! “i thought you didn’t want kids. i was scared.”

#! he raises his head so his chin is now resting on your chest, “why’d you think that?”

#! “you.. hesitated... when i asked you, remember?”

#! his eyes drifting to the side as he tries to think back on the last few days. you knew he remembered when his eyes slightly widened and his lips formed a small o, “i’m sorry, the question made me imagine things and i got lost in my train of thoughts that i forgot to answer you right away.”

#! “oh.”

#! “yea..”

#! “then, i’m sorry for assuming things and not telling you.”

#! “no, it’s not your fault.”

#! “it’s not yours either.”

#! “so.. truce?”

#! “idiot! why are we making a truce?!”

#! he giggles as he stuffs his face back into your chest but not before he bent down to give your stomach a loving kiss

ATSUMU

#! atsumu was huffing with his arms crossed across his chest, lip in a pout and eyes squinted as he focuses on the television in front of him

#! “stupid ‘samu and his stupid food. i don’t need it. if he doesn’t want to give me any, then i don’t need it. i can make my own food. stupid. stupid, stupid, stupid.” he childishly mumbled under his breath as his eyes squinted even more, shooting his glare directly at the television

#! “‘tsumu, can you come help me with this?” a voice called from the bedroom. your voice. his beautiful, lovely, awesome sweetheart

#! “c’ming.” he mumbles, slowly sliding off of the couch to trudge over to you

#! “hmm?” he hummed when he got to the entryway of your shared bedroom

#! “can you hold this up a bit, i need to get something in here.” you were in the walk-in closet organizing some things

#! he was happy to help, but you could tell from the way he was pouting and his eyebrows still furrowed that something was bothering him

#! you sighed, “what’s wrong?”

#! “nothin’.”

#! “‘tsumu....,” you gave him a knowing look

#! he was gonna have to tell you at some point, “‘samu, that food hogging pig!”

#! “oh, hey! don’t call him that! it’s mean.”

#! “dun care, his fault for not sharing. our mom taught us better than that.”

#! “you don’t share, get off his back.”

#! “i do!! why are ya siding with him?! i’m yer boyfriend! yer sweet, loving, ethereal boyfriend!”

#! you raised an eyebrow at the way he described himself, “y’sure ‘bout that?”

#! his mouth opens as if he was going to gasp but no sound came out, he just pretended to faint

#! “oh no, did you die?”

#! no answer

#! “about time, thought i was gonna have to endure it for a few more years.”

#! “hey!!” he bounced back up when he heard you say that ridiculously offensive comment

#! “fine, i’ll leave then. don’t come running back to me when ya miss yer oh so handsome future husband.”

#! you snorted before going back to organizing the closet, “hold this for me, please.”

#! he groaned from the back of his throat but went over to help you anyway

#! recently, the twins’ mom gave you guys some boxes of clothes she had put away for some time. not wanting to throw them away, she gave it to you guys and osamu to take whatever you could

#! while looking through the boxes, you dug up some baby clothes that belonged to atsumu

#! “oh my god.”

#! he swings his head over to look at you, “what? hey! that’s mine!”

#! “it’s so ugly.”

#! “i’m telling my mom you said that. she’s gonna hate you sooooo much.”

#! “‘tsum, she set you up.”

#! he faked a wail and then turned back around to ignore you

#! “y’think we can keep some?”

#! “what for?”

#! “i don’t know..what if we have kids later?”

#! “that sounds nice...but we might have twins. i don’t want that.”

#! “huh? you can’t control who and how many we get, ‘tsumu.”

#! “then, let’s not risk it!”

#! “so, you don’t want kids?”

#! “precisely, yah.”

#! you stared incredulously at him while he continued sorting through stuff like he didn’t just tell you he made up his mind on not wanting kids

#! you found out two days ago that you’re pregnant, not yet telling atsumu because you just couldn’t find the right time to sit him down and talk

#! you didn’t expect to find out now that he for sure didn’t want kids. you guys talked about it a few times throughout the years of being together, but he never gave a definite answer

#! it was usually just him teasing you, or he was running around the answer. you never pushed him to answer, you didn’t want to pressure him or anything of that sort

#! “good to know, i’ll keep that in mind.” you mumbled, distracting yourself with folding the clothes

#! atsumu gave you a hum to acknowledge your words. no one says anything after that

#! a few days passed and the topic wasn’t brought up again. you secretly stashed some of the baby clothes while cleaning, the baby was gonna come at some point whether atsumu wanted it or not

#! but what you didn’t know was that he kept a stash of the baby clothes as well. he cleared out a space in his sock drawers by stuffing everything to one side, placing a stack of clothes inside because deep down he knew that there was going to be a mini him one day

#! it was currently morning, you both having the day off so you slept in. your back was curved to mold against his well defined chest while you slept. atsumu was snoring but you learned to block it out over time (he claimed you snore as well, but was never successful on proving it)

#! your eyes shot open, feeling the familiar bile crawling up your throat threatening to come out without your permission

#! quickly throwing the arm that was wrapped around you off, you ran towards the connected bathroom

#! your disappearance making atsumu’s sleepy eyes blink open, “babe? it’s still early.” his rough morning voice whispering out because it wasn’t capable of being louder than that in the morning

#! he heard the gagging noises from the restroom, eyes shooting wide awake in concern. he trips over the comforter trying to get out of bed, hurriedly running to you

#! atsumu acted fast and was holding your hair back, warm palms rubbing circles on your back. he wasn’t sure what to say, choosing to stay silent until you were finished

#! you wiped your mouth with the back of your palm, gasping for air over the toilet seat, reaching out to hold the hand that was on your back, you whispered out an, “i’m pregnant.”

#! initially he didn’t hear you, but once he heard it in his head he gasped. “how long?”

#! “not sure, almost a month?” your voice rough from throwing up

#! atsumu was confused. eyes darting everywhere, not really sure where to exactly focus on. his mind was racing, trying to think of why he didn’t know anything for so long, “ya didn’t tell me?”

#! “how could i when you said you don’t want kids?”

#! “i’m...oh..sorry, i’m sorry, i didn’t mean for it to be taken too seriously. i only said that because of the thing with ‘samu so i thought ya could tell it was a joke.”

#! “no ‘tsumu, i couldn’t. i was already pregnant at that point and hearing you say that about having kids really affected me. i didn’t know how to tell you after you specifically said to not risk anything, how was i suppose to know it was meant to be a joke?” your voice still groggy and tears were building up in your eyes.

#! he lightly sighs then brings his hand up to cup your head, rubbing it to calm you down. “i’m so sorry, angel. i do want kids, specifically with ya. what i said was a bit dicky, but i was just being immature, i promise. i won’t joke about serious things like that again, i’m sorry.”

#! you sniffed and brought his hand up to kiss him on the palm, but he quickly yanked it away making you look up at him in shock. “ya just threw up.” he pointed to the toilet.

#! you laughed at that and quickly apologized, he carried you up so you both can stand up from the bathroom floor. atsumu gently washing your hands and around your mouth, then you swishing some water in your mouth to get rid of the throw up aftertaste

#! “wanna know a secret, babe?” he blurted out while helping you walk back to the bed

#! “what?”

#! “i kept some of the baby clothes.” a shy smile on his face as he winks at you from the side

KAGEYAMA

#! you’ve been feeling a bit sluggish lately, you weren’t sure why because it came out of nowhere

#! you decided to ignore it, but as time passes, you didn’t get any better and you even started to throw up

#! thinking back to the talk your mom gave you when you were 10, you went out to buy some pregnancy tests

#! the timeline made sense, the last time you both had sex was a few weeks ago

#! kageyama’s been caught up with practice, you were stressed, so naturally you both thought it was a good idea to let it out

#! but what you didn’t expect was having to buy pregnancy tests because there was a possibility you’re pregnant

#! granted there wasn’t any protection used and you stopped taking your pills a while ago because you guys just didn’t care anymore, so nevermind, you do see how you could be pregnant

#! but damn, one time. all it took was one time

#! shaking your head, you took your phone out to text kageyama

#! you’re not telling him over text, just letting him know you have something to tell him tonight so he can know to prepare for a talk

#! you: tobiii

#! you: i have something to tell you

#! you: tonight tho

#! you: after you come home

#! him: ok love

#! while waiting for him to come home, you lazed around and scrolled through social media for a bit. checking twitter, you were reading some tweets from kageyama’s fans, finding some funny, some adorable, and some just...weird

#! but one tweet you saw was from someone who had met kageyama at one of his previous games. the person was talking about their experience getting to meet him and they even wrote out a part of the conversation they had with kageyama

#! kageyama’s gf (real) @K4G3B10 tweeted: omfg i just met kageyama fucking tobiiosdfjdf

#! it was a thread so you clicked on it to continue reading

#! kageyama’s gf (real) @K4G3B10 tweeted: he’s so sighs dreamily

#! kageyama’s gf (real) @K4G3B10 tweeted: so fucking tall. i’m 5′3 and mans all the way up there 👆

#! kageyama’s gf (real) @K4G3B10 tweeted: OH OMH wait lemme type out one part of our convo omfg i think he has a partner?????? like an actual s/o guys not me

#! kageyama’s gf (real) @K4G3B10 tweeted: ok i asked him smtg along the lines of what he thought abt having so many fans who are children ykk bc i was thinking he knew i was implying that these kids look up to him and stuff

#! kageyama’s gf (real) @K4G3B10 tweeted: but this man.....is so...UNAWARE why is he like this but he said smtg like he doesnt understand how kids can be fans of him bc how can they understand professional volleyball like that and i was like ???mf didn’t u grow up playing vball

#! kageyama’s gf (real) @K4G3B10 tweeted: so i was like oh ok :D and then asked him abt his thoughts on his future kids following in his footsteps bc i was thinking his answer would be wholesome or some shit

#! kageyama’s gf (real) @K4G3B10 tweeted: he told me,,,,, i dont have kids and i dont want any... !!!! why does mr kagman not want kids w me :(( /j

#! kageyama’s gf (real) @K4G3B10 tweeted: ok so like all of this happened v quickly i was like in and out in 10 seconds lmao but WAIT after he said he doesnt want kids i saw him scrunching his face up

#! kageyama’s gf (real) @K4G3B10 tweeted: im not mind reader nor body language reader but idk he looked .. hrm sad?? FUCK IDK DONT TAKE M E SERIOUSLY IM DELUSIONAL

#! being an adult, you knew you shouldn’t be taking twitter threads of his teenage fans too seriously but you couldn’t help but reread the part where he said he didn’t want kids

#! did he actually say that or is this person rewording what he said? you now realized how you guys never really talked about having kids

#! sure, it was brought up once or twice but it was just because you were having baby fever. kageyama himself never directly told you he wanted kids or he was fine with having kids of his own

#! you sighed to yourself as you lock your phone, closing your eyes to take a nap until kageyama comes home

#! you felt yourself being shaken awake lightly, a familiar presence hovering over you on the couch made you open an eye

#! “tobio?”

#! “who else would it be?”

#! “i don’t know, a murderer?”

#! he scoffs at the slim chance of a someone breaking in to hurt you, but quickly turned his attention back to you when he remembered you wanted to talk

#! “so what’d you wanted to tell me?”

#! “oh, can you sit down?”

#! “o..kay?” he stiffly walked to sit beside you on the couch

#! “i’m uh,” think of something, “honestly, i forgot. yea, i forgot what i was gonna tell you. sorry.”

#! he raises one eyebrow to gaze at you curiously

#! “are you sure? it sounded important when you texted me.”

#! “mhm! yup, i forgot. sorry if i worried you, heh, are you hungry? there’s leftovers we can heat up.” you quickly tried to change the subject, getting up to walk to the kitchen

#! luckily your boyfriend didn’t question it further and got up to trail right behind you

#! you figured giving yourself some time before telling him after what you read was a good idea

#! are you aware that you were overthinking some tweet by a stranger on the app that is twitter? yes, you were. but you’re also human and overthinking is in human’s nature

#! it’s been three weeks and you still haven’t told kageyama the news. a part of you was ready to tell him, just let him know and you guys talk it out, what’s the worst that could happen

#! but the other part of you was scared. scared he actually didn’t want kids. scared he was going to leave you because going through with the pregnancy would drag him down. scared he would get mad at you for not being more careful when he was equally at fault

#! you know how kageyama gets when his emotions get complicated, he can’t deal with it so his one outlet is anger

#! he has no filter and says whatever comes to mind, all logical thinking leaving his brain

#! and that part of you is the stronger one

#! obviously you were going to tell him at some point, it’s not like you can literally hide the growing baby inside you

#! just not yet, not until you’re ready

#! you’re currently a little over a month, bump not really showing, but it’s there and it’s growing

#! kageyama can be a bit dim when it comes to.. most things beside volleyball, and usually you tease him about it but for once you thank whatever god is out there that he hasn’t noticed any big changes on your body yet

#! that was until you were showering, and he made the decision to enter the shower with you without your knowledge

#! humming to yourself while scrubbing your arms, you scooted back away from the water so it wouldn’t wash off the body wash you were trying to use

#! the action causing you to lightly hit kageyama’s chest making you jump from where you were standing

#! “tobio!” you screamed, turning around to throw the foamed body wash at him

#! he chuckles at your surprised expression and didn’t mind the soap you threw onto him, which was now sticking to his defined chest

#! “why were you just standing there, creep?”

#! he was still giggling when he answered you, “did i scare you this time?”

#! “what do you think?” you lightheartedly roll your eyes before going back to scrubbing your body

#! he picked the loofah out of your hand to continue for you

#! you both enjoyed the relaxing sound of running water and quiet echoed hums as he takes his time washing you when he suddenly stopped

#! opening your eyes, you looked up at him, “what’s wrong?”

#! he was just staring at you, blinking very slowly

#! “why do you look- your stomach feels- you look very-,” he sighs, “you look pregnant.”

#! now it was your turn to blink at him

#! you totally forgot that you were naked at the moment and he could easily see every inch of your body

#! blinking once more, you took a deep breath before telling him, “that’s ‘cuz i am.”

#! “y-you are?!” he jumped from his spot

#! “yea.. do you have a problem with that?”

#! “i...why didn’t you tell me?”

#! “do you have a problem with that?” you repeated

#! “n-no..so why didn’t you tell me?”

#! “you’re not mad?”

#! “why would i...?” his voice slightly turning high pitched as he dragged the i out

#! “i thought you didn’t want kids.”

#! “who told you that? when did i say that?”

#! “twitter.” you murmured under your breath

#! “what?”

#! “twitter..” you said a bit louder, still murmuring and choosing to turn away from him

#! “twitter?! why didn’t you just tell me, your real life boyfriend?”

#! “because!.... i was scared.”

#! “s-scared? baby, why?”

#! “i was scared you were going to leave. i don’t want you to leave. that night i told you i had something to tell you, that was when i found out. i backed out when you came home and i’m sorry. i should’ve just told you, i’m sorry, tobio-,” you were crying at this point, both of you standing under the water

#! “shh, shh, it’s okay. i’m sorry for not noticing earlier. you’re alright, babe. it’s okay. it’s okay to not feel ready, you don’t have to feel pressured to tell me anything, alright? whenever you’re ready, you tell me,” you meekly nodded as he pulls you into a hug, “whenever you’re ready..”

#! you both stood hugging each other’s bare body for a few minutes under the warm water

#! “that was probably the smartest thing you’ve ever said, tobi.” your voice sounding congested from the crying

#! “hey. mean.”

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vladtoly · 3 years ago

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YES PLEASE to NSFW sangwoo x shy and innocent reader headcanons (esp if they’re inexperienced but when they finally fuck reader takes to sex like a fish to water, literally submissive yet insatiable).

Y'all, when i tell you i've gotten 5 requests for Sangwoo NSFW holy shit

So half of them were for just basic NSFW and others for innocent/shy reader NSFW, so i'll be molding all those requests together for this.

And i haven't done NSFW in a minute so bear with me here

Also i made it way longer than intended.

Warnings: Smut (Only 18+ readers, please), age gap, spanking, daddy kink, semi-public sex, power play, oral (f receiving), grinding, fingering,

Sangwoo with a shy/innocent reader NSFW

- okay so lets just get some basic NSFW out of the way, kinks and stuff

-this man is absolutely a dom, just in general

- he will be soft and gentle if necessary, but my god does he love to be in control

- he has a daddy kink, especially if you're younger than him

- he'd more than likely love a S/O with an age gap because he loves the superiority he feels he has

- in general though, he would love being called anything as long as it gives him a sense of authority or lets him know that you know he's in charge (sir, daddy, master, etc)

- in turn, he would call you names to make you feel smaller, dependent on him for what you need (little girl, babygirl, etc)

- literally anything to keep you submissive

- spanks you for punishments, makes you count

- he would not be satisfied until your ass is beat red and you're a quivering mess on his lap

- don't @ me, but this man would slap your pussy

- just a gut feeling

- he would just being eating you out like he's a starved animal, licking your clit in a circular motion, fingering you at lightning speed

- and if you tried to rush him, get him to fuck you faster, he would slip his fingers out and land a sift slap to your most sensitive area

- "don't forget who's in control here, little girl."

- and boy does he eat pussy like a champ

- he loves the taste of you, and he'll keep his arm tightly around your middle to keep you in place for hours while he devours you

- outside of the bedroom, he would be an absolute tease

- if you're out to dinner, he would have one hand on your thigh, moving it up higher and higher throughout the night

- would do some cocky shit like asking if you feel okay when a soft whine leaves your lips, three of his fingers knuckle deep in you

- i don't think it's a stretch to say he's a jealous/protective man

- so if anyone flirts with you in public or show you maybe too much attention in a social gathering, he would take that to the bedroom

- as soon as you're home, he'd probably take you right at the front door

- he'd have you pressed to the wall, both of your arms crossed behind your back and held in place with his tight grip, pounding into you from behind at a bruising pace

- "going to remind you who you belong to, baby, who fucks you this good. just be a good girl and take daddy's cock."

- he would call you 'good girl', sorry, i don't make the rules

- even in just a regular situation, he'd probably call you one just to rile you up

- he tries to stay reserved out of the bedroom as much as he can, but he can't help the feeling he gets seeing you all flustered, telling you you're a good girl for something as simple as washing the dishes

- okay so as for a shy or inexperienced S/O, he would definitely hold himself back a bit

- more of a soft dom in those regards

- though i think you being more innocent would turn him on, he has a corruption kink, can't change my mind

- but anyways, he would go as slow as you needed because he wouldn't want to push any boundaries

- as i said in the previous HC, he would ask permission before doing anything physical with you, or wait for you to make the first move

- he's not going to trick you or play mind games to get what he wants

-he can be manipulative if wants to be, but not if it has to do with anything sexual

- he knows you're more innocent and wouldn't want to take advantage of you

- so once him asking to kiss you overtime turns into you straddling him on his couch in a heated make out session, he would even ask permission with actions since his lips are a tad busy

- his hand wandering down to your ass, at first sitting there gently, almost hovering

- but if you didn't pull away, he would squeeze the covered flesh between his hands, pulling you closer to him

- once things start to get unbearable, he would pull his lips from you, yours following his slightly

- he would chuckle as you pout at him and ask "do you mind if i take your shirt off, baby?"

- he find the way you shyly nod unbearable as you lift your arms over your head to help him

- he'd pull the shirt off in seconds and stare at the new territory before him

- "shit, you're gorgeous, you know that?"

- he would pull you back into another kiss, this time hungrier, now both hands gripping your ass, kneading the area

- he would feel a small victory as you let out soft moans, moving one of his hands up to one of your breasts for some much needed attention

- steamier make out sessions would be way more frequent after this, most of the time, you being the one to initiate it

- it's a whole world of new feelings that you want nothing more than for Sangwoo to show you

- with your permission, more clothes would start to be shed during them

- grinding would be initiated, you just trying to get some relief from the aching feeling between you legs

- finally one night, he'd be hovering over you on his bed, both in your underwear, and your whines would be more persistent, louder

- each moan would send a jolt straight down to his cock

- "what is it sweet thing? something wrong?"

- he knew there wasn't, but teasing was much more enjoyable

- "please, just please touch me."

"please touch you, what?"

"please touch me, daddy."

- he most definitely worked that little pet name into your make out sessions by that point

- "there's my good girl"

- he would ask permission before removing your underwear and resting his hand on the inside of your thigh, making small circles with his thumb

- "have you ever had anyone finger you, baby?"

- he would be more then pleased when you shake your head, him asking if you'd want him to

- when he gets the confirmation he needs, he'd rub your clit softly, making sure you're ready, before sliding his middle finger in to the hilt

- it would be almost euphoric how easily he slides in, your soft moans starting

- if you tried to cover your mouth, he would remove it immediately, picking up the pace of his finger

- "no, no, baby. let daddy hear those sweet noises."

- you would mewl at the lewd words, but keep your hands away, one gripping the wrist that was starting to pound into you mercilessly

- when he would decide you were wet enough, after adding a few more fingers, he would remove himself

- ignoring your protests, he would move up your body

- "want me to fuck you, baby girl? i'll go real slow for you."

- a nod is all he would need before lining up his throbbing cock to your pussy, pushing himself in at a turtle's pace, a deep groan leaving his lips

- god you felt heavenly, he would think

- he would hold himself back, only going as slow as he felt he should

- but then you grabbed his face to look at yours

- "go faster, daddy, please."

- a carnal smirk would cover his face as he let his hips snap forward, letting himself enter you fully

- the sight of your eyes screwed shut, mouth open in a wide 'o' is what finally broke him

- he was done holding back

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Squid Game requests are closed temporarily!

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xoxo-teddybear · 3 years ago

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Chaotic Family Tingz - Bakugou Katsuki

Bakugou x f!reader ft. Older brother L/N Ryu and Younger brother L/N Itazura

Warnings: Cursing, Crack, Fluff, Tatted Bakugou bc ✨SPICE✨

Summary: You have a very….special family. You were nervous to not only bring your Tatted, motorcycle riding boyfriend to your home but also to show your very loving boyfriend your insane family. Unfortunately, the truth cannot be hidden for long. Unfortunately for your boyfriend, Bakugou, he learned the truth in a very L/N family way.

BAKUGOU’S MASTERLIST

A/N: Heavily inspired by Good Luck Charlie. ALSO, I wrote this more based around Y/N and her life but Katsuki plays part in it. I still think it’s good bc imagine Bakugou being in this situation 😆🤣

You and Bakugou Katsuki have been dating for a year. You fell in love with the Bakugou Katsuki.

He who had a sleeve full of tattoos, who wore black combat boots and chains, who rode slick black motorcycles yet was a total softie when it came to you

Even though you had been dating for over a year, you didn’t bring him home for multiple reasons

1. You wanted to be sure he was the one before he met your crazy family, 2. You didn’t want him to meet your crazy family

Notice how we keep saying crazy?

Eventually, Bakugou got tired of waiting. He wanted you to be comfortable but he also wanted to know you loved him enough to think he was the guy you would want to bring home to meet your family

Meeting the parents and meeting the family is a big step and shows that you really want him as part of your life. It would mean a whole lot to him

And when he requested to meet your family and you shut it down again, he began to question you

“Do you not want me to meet them because…of me? Do you not want them to meet me?”

You looked at your boyfriend with a sad look as he stared at you like a kicked puppy

“Baby, no. Of course I want my family to meet you.”

“Then why haven’t they?”

“….Because I don’t want you to meet them.”

“What?”

“Suki! They’re insane! I’m just- *sigh.* What if their craziness drives you away from me?”

Bakugou laughed at you in disbelief. Leave you? Like hell he would. Bakugou’s done a whole lot in his life and you are the one thing he got right.

“Yeah no. Sorry princess but you’re stuck with me for life. I’m not going anywhere.” When he said that, he kissed your knuckles before leaving a kiss on your lips which convinced you to let him meet your insane family

He celebrated right in front of you

Anyway, what you need to know is that you’re family is….crazy crazy. Crazy as in things are never boring in your house because things are always happening

(Mind you, the actions below happened before you said yes to letting Katsuki meet your family)

Now back to what we were saying

Bad things happen a lot. Things like your little 11 year old brother, Itazura, always getting into trouble at school. In fact, this time he got into so much trouble that his teacher called for a parent teacher meeting

Not wanting to get in trouble at home, Itazura had you and your brother pretend to be his parents and go to the meeting

Now you said no in the beginning, but he blackmailed you by threatening to tell your parents you broke their priceless-antique wedding china and so you had to give in

It didn’t take much convincing for your older brother, Ryu, to join in on Itazura’s plan. Ryu was a very….simple person.

“You’re just gonna give in like that?” You asked him

“I mean, in the end it just saves time.” He said, referring to how Itazura will always find a way to get what he wants

“Yeah, that’s fair.”

And so, you and Ryu posed as Itazura’s parents. You dressed in your mom’s work clothes while Ryu dressed in a suit and put on a fake mustache for gags

You both presented yourselves along with Itazura to his teacher, who can barely see straight, and the plan went on perfectly. You guys got away with it!

That was until Itazura’s teacher, who was named Mrs. Iko, saw you at the movies on a date with Katsuki

And this is where it all goes down. Take a seat my bitches, and bros, and non-binary hoes cuz shits about to get real

(Shoutout to you if you get the reference ;)

—

*Ding Dong*

Your brother was sitting on the couch with his boyfriend when all of a sudden the doorbell rang, catching Ryu’s attention.

Opening the door, Ryu was met with the sight of Mrs. Iko. She took notice of his younger clothes, appearance, and mustache-less face. “Mrs. Iko? What’re you doing here?”

“Mr. L/N!” Mrs. Iko said with a shocked face and hand over her mouth. “You look so much younger! And your mustache has disappeared!”

Ryu grew visibly nervous at her words and gulped before letting out a shaky laugh. “O-Oh! Right! Yes, Uh- yes I’ve always been known for my Uh- youthful looks! And I just recently shaved- wanted a new look, you know?”

“Oh, well that doesn’t matter. I’m afraid I have some awful news.” Mrs. Iko said with a worried face as Ryu listened. “It’s about your wife.”

At that, Ryu’s longtime boyfriend, Daisuke, stood and walked towards the two. “Your wife? You have a wife?”

“No.” Ryu said.

“You don’t?” Mrs. Iko asked.

“Of course I do!” Ryu said, turning to her. Mrs. Iko looked around as if everyone in the house was crazy (they were) before speaking.

“Who are you?” She asked Daisuke.

“I’m his boyfriend.” He said. At that moment, you walked into the house holding Katsuki’s hand, ready to introduce him to your family, totally unprepared for what was about to go down.

“Hey guys! We’re back from the- GAH!” You said, yelping once you saw Mrs. Iko in the house. Mrs. Iko looked at you and Katsuki in shock as she pointed to you both.

“And here she is with her boyfriend!” Mrs. Iko exclaimed. Ryu felt pressured to play along and tried to save Itazura’s secret by keeping the husband act going.

“You’re cheating on me?!” Ryu said to you. “You’re a married woman!”

“You’re married?!” Bakugou asked you with an angry and hurt voice.

“No! No, no, no, no.” You said with a nervous laugh, trying to reassure him.

“You’re not?” Mrs. Iko asked.

“Of course I am!” You said, snapping your head to her. At that moment, Itazura walked in from the kitchen, but once he saw Mrs. Iko, he quickly turned back to go to the kitchen once more with a shocked expression.

“Geeeh!” He exclaimed before turning around, unfortunately caught by you.

“Uh- ITAZURA!” You shouted from the door as Bakugou held you close by the waist as a way of claiming his territory just in case things were in trouble for the two of you. Don’t worry, they weren’t. He believed you when you said you weren’t married but he’s starting to notice the weird shit that goes down in this house.

Itazura then came back, slowly poking his head in from behind the door as he stepped out. “Yes, Mother?”

Hearing you referred to that, Bakugou’s eyes popped before looking down at you. “Okay! I’m starting to see why you didn’t want me to meet your family.”

You nodded your head in a very ‘yeah…sadly,’ type of way.

“Uh- Itazura,” you said, walking towards your little brother. “Mrs. Iko has found out that your father and I are having problems.” You said in a ‘help us out of this you evil mastermind,’ type of way.

“Uhhh..and does she know that you guys are the reason I misbehave?” Itazura said, loud enough for Mrs. Iko to hear, hoping she would.

“Oh, I do now!” Mrs. Iko said sympathetically. Itazura came in like the evil mastermind he is and pulled out his fake tears.

“Well, maybe some good can come from all this pain,” he said with his fake tears and pouty lip towards his teacher. You faked a laugh before whispering to your younger brother.

“Hehehe…dial it down.” You said to him before turning to his teacher. “Um, Mrs. Iko, if you’ll excuse us, this family has some healing to do.”

“Which! I would like to do with just my parents and their apparent significant others,” Itazura said pointing to Daisuke and Katsuki.

“Welp! You should be on your way! Stay warm now!” Ryu said, beginning to escort Mrs. Iko out the front door by her shoulders. “Don’t wanna freeze off your toes!”

Unfortunately, right before the two reached the door, your actual parents came in. At the sight of them, you and your siblings flinched, sighed, and groaned before facing them. Luckily, Itazura came in once again to try and save the day in his lying ways.

“Grandma! Grandpa!” Itazura said going in to hug his actual parents to play his part. Your parents looked down to your brother in confusion and suspicion, well aware that your brother can get into some mischievous trouble.

“What’s going on?!” Your mom said, shaking off your brother’s hug.

“I’m Itazura’s teacher, I came to talk to his parents.” Mrs. Iko said introducing herself and gesturing to you and Ryu, to which the two of you scrunched your faces at being caught.

“We’re his parents.” Your dad said, gesturing to your mom and him. Mrs. Iko grew a face of utter shock before Itazura opened his mouth again.

“Hahaha, that’s right grandpa! You’re my dad!” Itazura said before whispering to Mrs. Iko. “He thinks he’s the president too.”

Your mom looked unimpressed at your brother’s lie until she caught sight of Bakugou in his white v-neck tee, and his big beefy arms covered in tattoos, holding his green bomber jacket, wearing his black ripped jeans and black combat boots. “Who are you?”

“Hey, I’m Bakugou Katsuki.” Your boyfriend said, waving with his gentler voice. Your dad looked outside and pointed to the foreign vehicle in their driveway before turning to Katsuki.

“Is that your motorcycle?” Your dad asked, making you nervous before you jumped to stand next to Katsuki to defend him.

“Um, yeah, about that-“

“I love motorcycles!” Your dad exclaimed with a smile.

“We’re dating!” You proudly said with a bright grin as you wrapped your arms around Katsuki’s as he looked down to you with a loving smile, loving when he heard you say those words to other people.

“Will you stop throwing that in my face?!” Ryu said, still playing his act.

“We’re not doing that anymore.” You blankly said to him with a dead stare.

“Great! Because I was getting a bit confused,” Ryu said and wrapped his arm around Daisuke’s waist.

And on that night, Mrs. Iko left, just as confused as Ryu.

—

“Alright,” your mom began, beginning to speak to you, your siblings, Daisuke, and Katsuki. “You, you, you, you, and you, sit. Now.”

“Uh, sorry,” your boyfriend said, “but I’m not your child. I don’t think you can tell me what to-“

“Did. I. Stutter?” Your mother asked with her devil eyes. Your gentler father stood behind her with a pleading look to your boyfriend to try and convince him to save himself. Katsuki felt his heart shake in fear at your mother’s tone and he opened his mouth to speak before closing it and taking a seat next to you on the couch.

“Mama Bear?” He asked you, referring to your mother.

“Mama Bear.” You confirmed. Bakugou nodded his head before relaxing into the couch.

“Okay. Now somebody tell me what’s going on.” Your mom demanded. You and Ryu remained quiet while your boyfriends sat in confusion. You all looked to Itazura who sighed before giving in.

“Okay, fine. I was getting in trouble at school and it got to the point where I had to have a parent teacher meeting. I didn’t want to get in trouble at home so I blackmailed Y/N and Ryu into being my parents so I could get away with it.” Itazura then explained.

“I guess somewhere along the line, Mrs. Iko caught me and Katsuki together so I guess she came here to tell Ryu, who she thought was my husband, that I was having an affair.” You then explained. Ryu was just sitting on the couch with his arm still around Daisuke before he raised his hand.

Your mother sighed at her oldest child being so..childish. “Yes, Ryu?”

“Uh- no I was just wondering if I could put on the fake mustache again.” He stupidly said with a genuine heart. You and your younger brother sighed in disappointment at his idiocy before turning to your parents.

“So? Are you going to punish us?” You asked your mom. She smiled at you sweetly before taking a seat in front of you on the coffee table.

“Oh, sweetie…..of course we’re going to punish you.” She said while placing a hand on your knee. She then stood to hand out her dealings. “Itazura, no video games, no sleepovers, no tv. Ryu, Y/N - no phones, no tv, no going anywhere after school. All of you, grounded. 2 weeks. We’re letting you keep your laptops for school work so if you need to communicate, use those. Am I clear?”

You and your siblings all nodded before your mother sighed and addressed the last thing. “Now finally, what did you say your name was, sweetie?”

“Oh! Uh, Bakugou Katsuki.” Your boyfriend said. Your mother smiled at him kindly before dropping that smile and giving him a look.

“Age?”

“18.”

“Grades?”

“Straight A’s.”

“School?”

“U.A.”

“Tattoos and Piercings. Why?”

“Most of them are to honor the people in my life.”

“Motorcycle. Why?”

“It was a gift I decided to not let go to waste.”

“Are you an asshole?”

“Only to idiots.”

“Why my daughter?”

“Because when she smiles everything in the world instantly makes sense to me.”

His last answer made you smile at him in awe as you scooted in closer. It also made your parents smile before your mom reached over to place a hand on his arm. “Welcome to the family, Bakugou.”

—

“So that’s your family, huh?” Bakugou asked as you both sat in your backyard on the hammock looking at the starry sky.

“Heh, yeah. A bunch of clowns.” You said, resting your head on his shoulder as his arm held you close.

“I don’t think so. They seem fun.” Bakugou said, trying to uplift your spirits.

“Fun. Crazy. Same shit I guess.” You said causing you both to laugh. Katsuki sighed in gratitude at finally getting to meet your family and allowed his head to drop on your own. “Umm..you’re not gonna leave me though..right?”

“Never.” He said with a small laugh and kiss to the crown of your head. “Like I said, you’re stuck with me. Besides. I now know if I’m ever bored, your family will always be around. S’like free entertainment.” He said making you giggle. “Plus, Itazura doesn’t seem so bad. I don’t know, might wanna pull a few pranks on him just to teach him a lesson.”

“Aww, baby.” You said kissing his cheek. “No you don’t, it’ll backfire on you and he’ll set your ass on fire. Doesn’t matter if you’re 5 years older than him.”

Bakugou widened his eyes in offense before chuckling and cuddling in closer as you both swung on the hammock. That was when you raised your head to look at him. “So…when can I meet your parents?”

Bakugou’s eyes once again popped as he thought about his timid father who was a doormat to his demonic mother. “Uh…I don’t know..They’re kinda…insane.”

Here we go again.

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jungwonenthusiast · 4 years ago

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hi ! enhypen smut prompt request ! can i have the reader whos a female say #4 with jake or sunghoon whos a hard dom ?? if u can , can u add how the reader and the partner are enemies who got lots of sexual tension so they kinda trease e/o a lot with words and actions ? u dont have to use that plot but thank u♡

A/N: This is one of my favorite works now lol i hope u like it :) <3

Warnings: unprotected sex, rly brief oral (f recieving), degredation

Word Count: 2.9 k

“But it’s a Tuesday,” you tell Jay while zipping up your backpack.

“So?” he says. “Don’t be lame.”

“I’m not lame, just responsible.” you sing your bag over your shoulder.

“Yeah, that’s lame.” he walks with you to the lunch tables. Jungwon and Heeseung are already there chatting it up.

“You guys are coming right?” Jay asks them and they nod. “See? You gotta come.”

“It’ll be fun noona,” Jungwon says. “And you have to come because Heeseung hyung and Jay hyung are probably gonna leave me for girls.” he rests his head on your shoulder for a moment.

“Why don’t you get yourself some girls too.” you suggest and he shakes his head.

“I’m too shy.” he says quietly and you giggle.

“Alright fine, I’ll go.” you finally say and they all celebrate. “Jake’s not gonna be there right?”

“Uhm,” Heeseung looks over to Jake’s lunch table nervously. “I don’t think so.”

“You don’t think so?” you cock an eyebrow.

“He won’t be there,” Jay says. “It’ll be fine.”

You feel someone bump into your shoulder as you walk to history.

“What the hell?” you say and turn around to see who the culprit is. Of course it’s Jake. He shrugs with a half smile. That fucking ass.

After a few more classes you head home and start preparing for the bonfire party. It’s at a beach so you decide to wear your favorite bikini under your shirt and shorts. Your phone begins to buzz and it's a facetime call from Jungwon.

“Hola~” you greet him.

“Hi~” he says. “Can you take me there? My parents are at work.”

“Sure.” you say while putting all of your essentials into a purse.

“Also,” he hesitates. “I think Jake hyung is gonna be there.”

“What? How do you know?”

“I heard him talking about it during p.e.” he says quietly and you groan.

“Fuck, I don’t wanna go anymore.” you say.

“No you have to go, I will die without you.” Jungwon pleads. “It’ll be fun, we'll just stay away from him.”

“It’s gonna be hard to stay away from that giant ego taking up the whole place.” you roll your eyes.

“He’s not that bad noona, he’s actually pretty nice.” Jungwon shrugs.

“Don’t betray me like that,” you scold him. “You’re on my team alright?”

“Okay okay.” he surrenders, giggling.

You pick Jungwon up and give him the aux for the 30 minute drive to the beach.

You guys groove to SZA together.

Jungwon rolls down the window while you're on the highway and sticks his head out like a dog. He kind of is like a dog (in a good way). He’d be a shiba inu.

“Whoooo!!” he screams as the wind whips through his hair, you smile.

When you get there you park your car and get the beach towels from the backseat.

“Did you put sunscreen on?” you as Jungwon and he shakes his head. “Why do you never listen to me?”

You get a bottle of sunscreen out of your purse and rub a dollop on his face. He scrunches his nose.

“It feels like you're rubbing cake batter on me.” he complains.

“You’ll thank me when you’re fifty and you aren’t a wrinkly wreck.” you tell him while spreading it over his cheeks.

“Can we be done now?” he whines and you sigh.

“Fine.”

You two approach the crowd of people suntanning, drinking, playing volleyball, and playing in the ocean.

You drop your stuff next to Heeseung’s and Jay’s before looking around for them. They’re playing volleyball with who on the opposing team? Jake Sim.

Jungwon must’ve noticed you shooting lasers through your eyes because he grabs your arm. “Come on, let’s go swim.” he tugs his t-shirt over his head and jogs over to the water.

You follow suit, only feeling a little self conscious about stripping with Jake Sim only so far away. But it’s only because you don’t want to be vulnerable in front of your worst enemy, right?

Jungwon’s already relaxing among the waves when you get to the shore. “Why’d you go so deep?” you call out to him.

“It’s not that deep,” he says back.

You swim around with him for a bit before forcing him to look for pretty shells with you.

He gasps. “Baby crab!” he rushes to pick it up. “Look.” he holds it up to you.

You try to pet it without freaking it out. “What if it bites you?”

“It won’t, we’re friends.”

The sun is nearly gone by the time you’re done shell searching and swimming so you head over to the bonfire. You wrap a towel around yourself and snuggle up to Jay. He scrunches his nose.

“It’s cold,” you defend yourself.

Heeseung hands you a white claw and you crack it open.

“What are we doing now?” you ask but you can’t hear Heeseung’s answer over the sight of Jake, Sunghoon, Sunoo, and Niki sitting right across from you. You notice how the bonfire highlights the muscles in Jake’s chest and arms. The warm orange light washing over him makes it look like he’s glowing. Is this what Apollo would’ve looked like? “Huh?” you ask Hee.

“We’re probably just gonna play dumb highschool games.” he says.

You inhale and take a big swig of your seltzer.

“Truth or dare time~” Bree sing songs. “Sunoo truth or dare?”

“Truth,” Sunoo answers.

“Do you have a crush on anyone and if so, who?” she asks and he rolls his eyes.

“I have a crush on myself.” he says confidently.

“Fair enough, you go now.” she says to him.

“Heeseung hyung, truth or dare?” Sunoo asks.

“Dare,” he replies and Sunoo giggles.

“Give your phone to Jay and let him text anyone anything he wants.”

Heeseung groans and throws his head back. “Oh God.”

Jay cackles an evil laugh. “Gimme.”

Heeseung reluctantly hands Jay his phone. “You’re gonna text Sophie aren’t you.”

Sophie Morales, Heeseung ex. They broke up only a month ago after half a year of dating. This was about to be brutal.

“You know me so well.” Jay smiles.

“Please don’t say anything too horrible.” Heeseung pleads.

“Sophie,” Jay narrates his text message. “I miss you and your huge tits. Also I’m sorry for not telling you while we were dating but your feet are really fucking ugly.”

Heeseung buries his head into his hands, laughing. “Fucking Christ.”

“And your breath stinks,” Jay continues. “At least your boobs are nice.”

This is what I get for befriending males. You think to yourself.

“Alright that’s enough.” Heeseung snatches his phone away while everyone giggles. “My turn since I was the victim. y/n, truth or dare?” “Truth,”

“What’s your biggest regret?”

“Becoming friends with Jay, because he’s insane.”

Jay guffaws. “I’ve been nothing but good to you.”

You roll your eyes.

The game goes on for a bit until it lands on Jungwon.

“Noona, truth or dare?”

You’d usually go for truth, but you didn’t want people to think you were boring. “Dare.”

“I dare you and Jake hyung to talk to each other in private for at least five minutes.” he says, crossing his arms.

Your eyes widen and you look over at Jake, he looks like he wants to drown himself.

“What? Why?” you ask urgently.

“Because I’m tired of you guys hating each other for no reason. Now go.” Jungwon shoos you away.

“Yeah go talk.” Niki says to Jake.

Both of you don’t budge. Jay tugs at your arm. “Come on, Jake and y/n becoming friends!”

The whole group starts chanting. “JAKE AND Y/N BECOMING FRIENDS!”

You had to admit that their enthusiasm was kind of endearing, so you swallow your pride and walk over to the lifeguard tower. You hear him not far behind you.

You climb up the stairs and let your feet hang over the ledge of the patio.

He sits down next to you.

You let a few moments of silence pass before speaking up. “I don’t want to be here as much as you do, so let’s just wait for the five minutes to pass and then go.”

“Damn,” he says. “Do you really hate me that much?”

You roll your eyes. “What do you think?”

“What did I ever do to you?” he scoffs.

“I don’t need to justify my feelings.” you cross your arms.

“Why are you so dense?” he grumbles.

You whip your body over to him. “I’m the dense one?”

“Yeah,” he says proudly. You want to slap the smug look off of his pretty face. Normal face. Slightly, almost, barely good looking face.

“Such a prick,” you mumble, turning away.

“What’d you call me?” he scrunches his eyebrows.

You look him right in the eyes. You never noticed how dark and piercing they were. “A fucking prick. Cause you are one.”

His black hair is still damp and poking into his eyes. His lips are parted and they look so soft that you almost want to kiss him. But he beats you to it.

I should push him away. Push him away you dumbass. You kept telling yourself but you couldn’t do it. His lips felt too good against yours.

Your arms snake around his waist as he lays you onto your back.

You wish you had a hundred hands so you could touch all of him. Two weren’t enough. He feels like silk and he tastes like red velvet.

He pushes your jaw up so he can get to your neck. You exhale as his tongue dances on your skin. He grinds his hips into yours and you let out a small moan. Why are you letting him affect you like this? Idiot.

“I thought you hated me?” he smirks while kissing your chest.

“I do.” you breathe out.

“You sure?” he asks, his fingers traveling down your stomach and into your bikini bottoms.

“Mhm.” you say.

He kisses your collarbone. “People you hate don’t make you wet like this.”

That just makes you throb even more.

“Fuck off,” you say and he backs up.

“Really?” he says. “Because I will.”

You roll your eyes and pull him in by the back of the neck.

“Touch me,” you say and he happily obliges. You knew were in public but it was dark and honestly, you didn’t care.

“Such a slut,” he says while running a finger up and down your slit. “If you wanted me this badly you should’ve said so sooner.”

“I don’t want you asshole.” you breathe out as he circles your clit.

“You just asked me to touch you princess,” he kisses your neck. “I think that’s good evidence.”

You rub your fingers through the back of his hair and tug it back, exposing his neck. He lets out a small moan. You kiss his neck, sucking and nibbling every now and then. When you pull away there’s at least three red blotches that go from his throat to his chest.

“People are gonna see those you know?” he says.

“Whatever.” you roll your eyes.

“Are you marking me or something? Telling everyone that I’m yours?” he boasts.

It’s confusing how your anger is feeding into your lust for him.

“Shut up and fuck me.” you say and he cocks a brow.

“Maybe if you ask nicely,” he kisses your cheek sweetly. You want to wipe it off and slap him in the face.

“Who do you think you are?” you scoff at him.

“Come on dont play with me,” he pushes one finger into you and you moan. “I can tell that you want it.”

It was true. You were practically gushing.

“More,” you say, wanting another finger.

“Where are your manners?” he smirks.

You swallow your pride. “Please?”

“Good girl,” he says and it sends tingles down your spine.

He pulls your bikini bottoms to the side and rubs his thumb up your slit. “Such a pretty cunt.”

Your thighs are already trembling.

“I really thought you’d still be hating me right now.” he says lowly. “Do I make you that weak?”

You snap to your senses for a moment. “Fuck you.”

“I am.” he snickers and you roll your eyes.

“Don’t give me attitude princess.” he warns you with a dangerous smile.

“Or what?” you test him.

“Do you really wanna find out?”

“What do you think you’re intimidating or something?” you ask and he scoffs.

He sits up and grabs your arm. “Get up.”

“What?”

“Get up.” he says sternly and you do.

He grabs your hand, leading you somewhere.

“Where are we going?” you ask, agitated. If you really didn’t want to go you wouldn’t, but you secretly wanted to continue what was going on.

“My car.”

“What? Why?”

“You’ll see.”

“Hey! Where are you going?” Jungwon calls out. “Don’t leave me!” “I’ll be just a second!” you reply with an unsure smile.

“Backseat.” Jake says as you approach his Mercedes.

So bossy, you think.

You sit in the back seat and before you know it he’s pulling you into his lap.

“Let’s continue shall we?” he says and you don’t waste any time getting your lips on his.

He pushes your hips down onto his and you whimper. You were already so wet and this was just making it worse.

“Please, I can’t wait any longer.” you say, not being able to hold it in.

“For what?” he nips at your neck.

“I need to feel you inside of me.” you plead.

“That’s better.” he tugs his shorts down and pulls your swimsuit to the side.

You grab the base of him before slowly sinking down. “Fuck yes.” you moan in relief.

He fills you up perfectly and his tip brushes your g-spot every time you bounce.

“So fucking tight.” he growls, holding onto your hips tight.

Your legs begin to tremble from the pleasure so he grabs you by the waist and lays you on your back.

He snaps his hips into yours and you whine.

He smirks. “Look at you all spread out for me,” he kisses your neck. “Taking this cock deep inside you.”

Your fingers trail down to rub at your clit. “Please don’t stop.”

He flips you over into doggy and tugs your hair, bringing your ear up to his mouth.

“Tell me how bad you want it.”

“Really bad,” you whimper.

He smacks your ass and you let out a small squeal.

“Touch with yourself while I fuck you.” he lets you go and you rest on the door. Your fingers move to play with your pussy.

His hands are tight on your waist as he pounds into you.

You feel your knees start to give out and your cunt start to pulse around him.

He chuckles. “Are you close sweetheart?”

“Yeah,” you exhale. “Please make me cum, please I need it so bad.”

“Why should I think you deserve it?”

“Please, I can’t hold it any longer.” you say and he stops his movements completely.

He gets close to your ear. “You get to cum when I say so okay?”

You accept defeat. “Okay.”

You start to get more and more flustered as he continues to fuck you just right.

“Fuck Jake I can’t,” you whimper and hold onto the car door for dear life.

He pulls out suddenly and you complain before feeling his tongue on you. Your body tenses up from the pleasure.

“You taste so fucking good,” he says and you arch your back, pushing your pussy into his mouth. He moans against you.

After only a couple circles on your clit with his tongue, you’re ready to come undone. You grab onto his hand.

“Wait wait I’m close,”

And before you can utter another word he slams his cock into you and brings his hand around you to rub your clit.

“Cum on this cock sweetheart, I know you can do it.” he encourages you.

He smiles as your moans get louder and more high pitched.

Your legs start to shake and he grabs you tight. He comes up to your ear. “Be a good girl for me won’t you.”

Your eyes roll back as bliss runs through your entire body. He was probably the best lay you’ve ever had.

Your body goes slack as he cums inside of you.

“Fuck,” he growls and slowly pulls out. He picks you up and holds you in his arms as you try to ride out the trembling.

“How am I supposed to clean up?” you ask.

“Maybe you can swim again?” he jokes and you punch him in the arm. “Do you still hate me?”

“One hundred percent.” you say confidently.

“Are you kidding?” he scoffs. “My kids are in you right now.”

You fake gag and he laughs.

#enhypen smut #Jake smut #Jake sim smut

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dreams-of-yunho · 4 years ago

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summer strawberries

yunho x y/n

rating: m

genre: smut with a dash of fluff

wc: 2.4k

warnings: steamy shower sex!!!! oral (f r), kinda hand job idk if it counts, light praising, mentions of melted ice cream :o

summary: the hot summer sun is horribly unforgiving. and what's better on a hot summer day but a cool shower? or, even better, a cool shower with mr. jeong yunho? <3

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It was hot. Unberably, ridiculously, stupid, dumb hot. The kind of heat where nail polish becomes sticky and ink won’t dry. Brain melting hot. At least there was a breeze; wind riffled through leaves causing storms of maple tree seeds to fall to the sun torchered ground. Birds cried harshly as winds jostled their homes. Small creatures kept to the shadows: rabbits, squirrels, and chipmunks skirting the sickening heat. Delicate and dainty flower petals wilted tragically.

And what were you to do? It was too miserable to even lift a finger. You were surprised your body was still functioning, believing your heart should burst and your blood boil. Simply miserably miserable you positioned yourself upon the sofa in the living room, the shades drawn so as to not let the fires of hell enter the home. If it weren’t for his promise of ice cream in the next ten minutes, you would have removed all the food from the freezer and shut yourself in, even if it meant asphyxiation, you could not have cared less at this point. If the universe wanted you to melt so badly, why didn’t it just get it over with, the sadist?

Eleven minutes, you thought to yourself, if he takes eleven minutes, we’re through. The prospect of ice cream was not taken lightly in your family. Ice cream was a happy escape for you. A brief moment of release from the trials and tribulations of everyday life. In reality, it wasn’t that great a deal but, today, as the sea of flames spilled through the glass window panes, ice cream was life or death and you would kill for it. You would kill anyone.

As minute ten neared and beads of sweat ran down your back, the door opened and in walked your Knight in Shining Armour, Jeong Yunho.

You watched Yunho as he stood, pantting, in the entryway. You knew the heat was real because of the way he was dressed; he wore a simple white tank top and camouflage cargo shorts. His lightly curled, night black hair was concealed by a ballcap. He removed his sandals and walked towards the living room, barefeet softly padding across the hardwood.

“Okay,” he started. You stared up at him from your place on the couch as he stood in front of you. His cheeks were flushed and his face glistened with a sheen of sweat. “We have choices:” a drop of clear liquid emerged from his hat-covered hairline and dripped to his eyebrow. “Chocolate crunch,” he pulled an ice cream bar from his left hip pocket. “Strawberry and orange cream,” he held two bars previously in his right hip pocket. “And,” he pulled a final bar from his bottom left pocket, “brown sugar boba.”

You carefully observed the selections he held before you. You would take anything frozen, even black cherry walnut.

“But, the thing is,” his tone dropped. “They’re melted.” He shook the bags and you could hear liquid sloshing around.

A quiet rage filled your chest, burning through your lungs. “Yunho!” He lowered his head and dropped his shoulders. “Why did you put them in your pockets?”

“I thought it would protect them from the sun but, I think it acted as a sort of convection oven and escalated the melting process… don’t be mad at me.” He looked down at you through large, heart crushing, puppy dog eyes.

“Hmmmmmmmm,” you whined, destroyed by the lack of immediate ice cream. “We can put them in the fridge I guess. But, that’ll take forever, ugh.” You slowly dragged your hands across your face, collecting far more sweat than you could have imagined. “Ew,” you cringed, looking at your silken hands. “I guess I can shower while they’re in the freezer.”

“Wait,” Yunho called from the kitchen. “I need to shower first; I am drenched.”

“No, me first.”

“You’re not even off the couch,” he shut the freezer door. “How are you going to beat me to the bathroom?” A cocky smile spread on his rose petal lips.

“I’ll beat you.” You made an attempt to stand but your legs felt like jello-twigs and they collapsed under you. “Fine,” you sighed. “I’ll drown in my own sweat. Tell me you love me before it’s too late.”

It was impossible but you could hear him smiling from where he stood.

“y/n, my love,” his footsteps neared. “There is room for more than one in the shower.” Yunho extended a hand.

“Carry me.”

“Hmm,” he pretended to contemplate. “Fine.”

His actions were swift; strong hands reached under your legs and back, pulling you off the couch and to his chest. You wrapped your arms around his neck. He was sweaty but you didn’t mind.

Your feet met the cold, stone floor as he set you down in the bathroom. He moved to turn on the shower and you faced the mirror. Your hair was terribly frizzy (on account of the humidity) and fell this way and that, sticking to your damp forehead. Your face was puffy and your cheeks awfully rosy. You wore, it could barely be called, a tank top and no bra.

“Yunho,” you called gently. “I don’t think I want to do anything. I don’t feel very sexy right now.” You watched as he wrapped his arms around your waist and buried his face in the crook of your neck.

His hot breath stuck to your skin. “You’re hotter than this weather, darling.”

You laughed. “Cheesy.”

“Yet, completely true.” he set his chin on the top of your head and looked at you through the mirror. “Just a shower,” he promised. “Nothing more.”

Chilly water met your shoulders sending a shiver up your spine. But it felt nice. Water trickled over your face, down your neck and back, dragging the sweat and hardships of that day down the drain. Delicately scented, strawberry soap bubbled as you lathered it over your collar bones. “Let me get your back,” he said. Strong hands met your shoulder blades; massaging with his fingertips. Hands worked down your sides, gripping your hips and pulling back to rub the soap into your lower back.

“Mhm,” you moaned out as his fingers worked through the knots and tension.

“Does it feel good, sweetheart?” his hands ghosted lower.

“Hey,” you turned to face him. “You said just a shower.” He stood in front of you: tall and broad; godlike. The water was cold yet, blue veins pressed against the skin of his arms and hands. His dark hair was slicked back, accentuating the perfect bone structure of his face.

“Don’t you want a relaxing shower?”

You eyed his lush lips which were slightly parted in a gentle smile. Your gaze traveled his strong features and came to rest on his eyes. Those beautiful eyes; the eyes you fell for. The eyes that could never hide his feelings; eyes that told everything. There were little droplets of water caught on his eyelashes and he blinked them away.

You felt the urge to kiss him; setting your hands on either cheeks. You stood high on your tippy toes but he was still out of reach and was unwilling to help. “Yunho,” you gripped his face tighter. “Come here. I want to kiss you-”

He put a finger to your lips. “Just. a. Shower.”

“One kiss,” you whispered over the stream of the shower.

“One kiss,” he agreed.

You closed your eyes, waiting, expecting his lips upon yours. Instead, you felt his hands graze down your sides and hips, resting on the tops of your thighs. You opened your eyes to see Yunho drag the tip of his nose down your stomach. His warm breath hovered just in front of your sex. “Yunho, that’s not what I meant.” You put your hands on his chin, trying to pull his lips back to yours.

He only gripped your thighs harder. “You asked for a kiss,” he breathed. “I’m going to give you a kiss, my love.”

Every hair stood on end as his nose ran over your clit. He tilted his head back to lick a wet stripe against your sensitive nerves. You whined as his tongue landed directly on it, circling again and again. You could only whine as his lips enclosed you and your legs became wobbly.

“Y-yunho,” you moaned as he sucked. “I’m going to fall.” You tried to balance yourself against the wall and he wrapped his arms around your back, trying to stabilize you as he continued to suck and lick relentlessly. “Ah,” you could feel that familiar knot twist in your stomach as he began to kiss you harder. And, when that knot was at the verge of snapping, he removed his lips with a wet smack.

He groaned as he stood and met your eyes, watching you as you breathed haggardly, mouth gaping. A hand fell to your shoulder, moving a wet strand of hair back. “I’m a good kisser, huh?”

“Mhm,” you nodded.

“Yeah,” he hummed, running his hands up and down your back. “Would you like to kiss again?”

“Ha,” you scoffed and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him into a deep kiss. It was heavenly as your bodies collided; your hands tugging at his silky hair, tits against his abs, his nails pressing crescent moons into your hips.

You pulled back to catch your breath, still winded from him eating you out. “God,” you ran a thumb over his cheek. “You are a good kisser.”

You thought he would come right then and there, the look he gave you was steeped in passion and lust. His hand met your ass, pulling one leg up to his waist as he moved to press your back against the cold tile wall. He winced as his hard on pressed against your lower stomach.

You loved that look. You wanted to see it again; to know you made him feel good.

Your hand snaked between your bodies as you began to pepper light kisses across his collar bones. He gasped as you grabbed his dick in your hand. You felt his Adam's apple bob as your lips moved to his neck. You squeezed him a little harder and his head fell back with a moan, giving you more beautiful canvas.

Warm fingers met your clit and you dropped your head to his neck, already sensitive from his mouth. “You’re so wet,” he ran his fingers back and forth through your folds, each movement causing you to moan against his chest.

“We-we’re in the shower,” you managed.

A deep laugh vibrated through his chest and his dick twitched in your hand. “I guess you’re right.” He pulled at your other leg. “Come here.”

“Yunho,” you raised your head. “If you slip and drop me,” you warned as effectively as you could with his fingers working you so wonderfully.

“I would never let you fall,” his strong arms pulled you close. “Jump.”

You managed to jump the best you could and one of Yunho’s hands was there to meet you. “Good job, baby,” he lowered you down his body a little.

You could feel him lining up, his tip pushing at your entrance. His eyes fell to yours, watching your face as he lowered you slowly onto him. You groaned as he moved deeper into you, parting you. “Is it okay,” a hand rubbed your back lovingly.

“Yeah,” you nodded. “You can keep going.”

He smiled slightly and loosening his grip on your back one last time, bottomed out with a moan.

You tugged at his hair as you adjusted to his immense size.

“Okay?” He kissed your cheeks.

“Yes, just give me a sec.” You moved your hips up and down, desperate for the pain to subside.

“Jesus,” he squeezed his eyes shut. “A warning next time.”

You clenched around him in response.

“Cheeky,” he chuckled.

“Okay,” you breathed out. “Move.”

“Okay,” he smiled down at you. He captured your moans in a kiss as he thrusted into you.

He was gentle with you, as he always was. He carefully watched you, making sure everything felt good, that he made you feel good. “That’s it, baby,” he cooed. “You’re so pretty.”

You gripped his shoulders as his pace began to quicken and you couldn’t help but clench as his veins dragged against your walls.

“If you keep doing that,” he choked out between thrusts. “I’m going to come right now.”

You slumped against his chest. You wanted to listen to him but he was making you feel so good. Your body was coming completely relaxed and undone in his touch. Your mind, your body, your heart; you were so at ease being with him.

However, your nerves began to spark as his fingers fell to your clit. You could tell he was close because he dropped his forehead to yours wordlessly, his nose scrunched. And he loved when you two came together; Completely free in each other’s arms.

He seemed to completely forget about the slick watery surface he stood on and began to pound into you as fast and as hard as he could. You moaned and mewled as he hit deeper and deeper with each thrust.

“I’m gonna come, y/n,” he warned, his pace becoming erratic and you clenched harder around him, feeling your high approaching too.

“Me too, Yunho,” you whined as he hit your g-spot with a particular force.

You came loudly, fingers desperately searching for something to grip, finally resting on his toned biceps.

He followed you almost immediately, his hips ramming into yours sloppily as his dark eyes bored into yours, a lazy smile on his swollen lips. He pulled out and slumped to the shower floor, holding you tightly in his arms. He gently peppered your face with kisses. “I love you, y/n.”

You giggled as he found a ticklish spot behind your ear. “I love you too, Yunho.” You sighed as you saw his cum run out of your pussy and down the shower drain. “We should have sex in the shower more often; easier to be lazy.”

“I tire you out that much, huh?”

“My god,” you scoffed. “Cocky bastard.”

“You love it,” he teased, massaging the inside of your sore thighs.

You rolled your eyes. “Wanna wash my hair?” You asked, only half kidding.

“I would but, I don’t want to. I want to stay like this.”

“Me too,” you agreed, sinking deeper into his arms. “I could fall asleep like this.”

“Yeah,” his raspy voice responded. “Me too.”

#ateez yunho #ateez x reader #ateez smut #kpop smut #kpop fic #yunho smut #yunho x reader #yunho fluff #ateez fluff #ateez senarios #kpop senarios #kpop imagines #ateez x y/n #ateez x reader smut

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hogwartsmarvelmommy · 3 years ago

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The lighthouse that guided me H.H ❤️🔥

~Best friends brother

🌼🌸Masterlist🌼🌸

this is 18+ only!

word count: 9.9k

(HarryHollandXReader)

summery: Sam knew you and his brother would hit it off, so he made you promise to not fall in love with his twin... easier said than done.

Warnings: Swearing, miscarriage, blood, smut. (additional warnings under the cut)

Warnings: unprotected sex, oral (F & M receiving) fingering, some dirty talk (But like not really) protected sex.

A/N: ok... i really only planned for this to be like 2-3k words, but i just couldn't stop... hope you like it :)

It was the insistent pounding that woke you up. The first thought in your head was how you were going to kill him for interrupting a perfectly good dream. With a loud, rather dramatic groan you rolled out of bed and flung open your door. Sam looked like he was stressed beyond belief. Pushing past you, he came into the room plopping down onto your bed and groaning before burying his face in his hands. This was not a sight you were used to, usually your best friend was a happy go lucky guy, but right now he seemed to be anything but.

"Sam, what's wrong?" Suddenly all the anger from being awoken so early left you, seeing him in distress was bad enough. You closed your door and went over to him, crouching down in front of him, hoping the boy would talk to you so you could offer some sort of help.

"There coming," he groaned. Who was he talking about? Who was coming? You were about to ask when he spoke up again, "my brothers want to see where I live and go to school, there on a plane now,"

You felt all that worry dissipate instantly. Did he seriously wake you up at the ass crack of dawn because his brothers wanted to come spend some quality time with him on his free week. Why did he always have to be so dramatic?

With a roll of your eyes you let out a chuckle. "Seriously Sammy? That's what's wrong?"

"Y/n, they're going to judge all of this," you looked around your room, there was nothing out of the ordinary really, just a bed, a dresser and some random nick knacks.

"My room?" You asked, confused.

"No, our apartment," he said. You were a bit taken aback. Yes your apartment was rather small and lacked a lot of decor, but for two broke college kids it was what you could do.

“What is wrong with the apartment?” you asked him, verging on offended. You had put in a lot of effort to make the place your own. From the beer bottle wreath on the pantry door to the pong wall of champions. It wasn't much but it was home, and that's what mattered.

“I need to tell you something,” he sighed slightly looking up to you. “I come from a very well off family, and i am nowhere near broke, i just don't want to flaunt the money i have around,” you weren't sure you'd heard him right, the boy you'd lived with for three years, who you considered your closest and best friend was telling you he was in fact not broke? When there had been times you ate microwave noodles for lack of anything else in the house.

“So you have money?” you asked, your confusion was evident in your tone.

“I'm sorry,” he sighed.

“Why would you lie about that?” You wondered. You were taken aback at your best friend's confession. Confused and a little hurt were just the brink of it. Why did he think he had to lie to you? After all this time?

“It was easier. I didn't want to worry about anyone just befriending me because of money,” He explained. You rolled your eyes, not sure if that was an acceptable explanation, but for now it was what you were getting.

“Well where are your brothers staying?” You asked him.

He sighed in relief at the fact that you weren't completely ripping him a new one. “Can they take your room, and you can crash in mine?” He suggested.

“Absolutely not!” You exclaimed.

“Y/N!” he groaned out.

“You give them your room and you take the futon in the living room,” You told him, smacking his cheek lightly.

“You're the worst,” He groaned. “But I need a favor,” he muttered.

“I swear if you ask me-”

“Can you take me to pick them up at the airport?” He interrupted.

“And he asked it,” You sighed walking out of the room.

“Y/N? Is that a yes?” He called out after you.

“Fine Sam, but you owe me big!” You exclaimed before shutting the bathroom door.

You had met Sam your first day at the University, and instantly the two of you had clicked. You oftentimes would say the two of you were half-soulmates, like half of your soul was Sam’s but the other half you hadn't meant quite yet. You understood Sam, and he understood you, and it was easy. You knew he had brothers, but mostly when he'd get time off school he would fly from Scotland back to London to visit them instead of vice versa.

So despite spending most of the last four years together, you had never met them.

You got yourself showered and put together before going to find Sam, who was a mess. “You look like a train hit you,” You told him as you stood in his doorway.

“Y/N, that's not helpful,” He groaned.

“Well let's go get your brothers,” you announced, grabbing your car keys from the counter.

“Wait,” He exclaimed. You turned to look at him, waiting to hear what he had to say. “I need you to promise me something,” He muttered.

“What?”

“My brother, Harry, my twin. I need you to promise you won't fall in love with him,” He told you. You nearly doubled over laughing, you couldn't imagine falling in love with anyone, much less someone related to the Div you called your best friend.

“Yeah I'm sure that won't be a problem,” You chuckled.

“Y/N, i’m serious, the instant you guys meet you're going to click, and if you think me and you have a lot in common, i can promise you, that Harry and you will have more,” He explained. You realized he was completely serious.

“OK Sammy, i'll do my best to not fall in love with your twin brother,” You nodded at him. He took a deep breath before finally walking towards you.

“Let's do this,” He muttered.

The airport was crowded, much like you had expected, but you still found yourself trudging through the packed areas to the waiting area to wait for Sam's brothers. “When is their plane set to land?” you wondered looking up at the screen that had all the flight information.

“They just landed. Tom texted me to let me know,” He told you as he stood waiting impatiently.

“Why are you so nervous? There only your brothers Sammy,” you tried to get him to calm down.

“Look at that mane!” You heard from a group of people that had just entered the waiting area from the landing pad. You saw the color drain from your best friends face as he turned and saw a curly haired boy coming at him. Sam opened his arms as the boy crashed into him, hugging him tight and muttering things back and forth to each other.

“Did you have to leave me?” A man asked as he walked up to the three of you, glancing at you and flashing you a smile before throwing his own arms around the already hugging pair.

The three of them hugging was cute, and it made you wonder why Sam was so nervous in the first place to have them here, since he looked so happy now.

“Ok, Guys this y/n, my best friend and roommate,” Sam told them, turning the two boys' attention over to you.

"Hi," you mumbled, feeling rather shy suddenly.

"You weren't joking when you sai-" Sam smacked Harry in the back of the head before he could finish what he was saying. "I meant hi," he told you, extending his hand out to you.

You took his hand in yours, noting how attractive his hands were. His grip was tight as he shook your hand, staring into your eyes with the most breathtaking brown orbs you had ever seen. You weren't even aware you could think brown eyes were so beautiful. His curls had fallen to his forehead, giving him a boyish look, but dear God did he pull it off. No wonder Sam had asked you to not fall in love with his brother, just looking at him had your stomach in butterflies. You let go of his hand, looking away hoping your best friend wouldn't pick up on how easily you were taken aback by his brother.

The older boy 'Tom' extended his hand as well shaking yours and saying hello, before the four of you headed down to the baggage claim.

Both boys found their bags quickly and then it was off to your car. "Shotgun," Harry yelled as you unlocked the door.

"What? No!" Sam argued.

"You snooze, you lose Sammy, and it looks like you just lost," you laughed as Harry smirked triumphantly, throwing his bag into the trunk before sliding into the front seat. You knew Sam was nervous to get back to the flat. Worried that maybe his brothers would judge you based on the appearance of your place.

You parked the car and led the boys up to your place, unlocking it and slipping inside.

"Wall of champions huh?" Tom asked as he admired the drunk scribbles of the pong wall.

"Me and Sammy boy are undefeated," you announced proudly pointing to the top where your names were scribbled out.

"No," Harry laughed, shaking his head, "there is no way, Sam is awful, and has never won. Ever!"

"Board doesn't lie, red," you told him, shooting Sam a smile.

"Prove it," Harry said.

You looked at Sam who had a mischievous look plastered on his face, neither of you were ones to back down from a challenge. So you spent the early afternoon drinking and Whooping Sam's brothers asses at beer pong. Easily.

"She carries you," Tom told Sam as he dropped himself onto the futon.

"Does not!" Sam argued with a laugh.

"No she does," Harry confirmed.

"Oh piss off," Sam laughed, shoving his way in-between his brothers on the sad excuse for a couch you had. "We need a new couch," he groaned.

"Let's go shopping for one," Tom said randomly.

"We're drunk," you pointed out.

"We can Uber," Tom laughed. You rolled your eyes but reluctantly agreed.

You stood in your living room in your fuzzy pajama pants and tank top staring at the giant couch that was now taking up a majority of the room and the two sleeping boys on it.

"We actually did that?" Sam groaned, walking out of his room in only boxers. "I've never been so drunk in my life,"

"Day drinking for the win," you told him, holding your fist up for him to bump. The prior night consisted of way too much drinking and then shopping at furniture stores, before going to a pub for more drinking. If you were honest with yourself, you didn't even recall getting the sectional into the apartment.

Your head was pounding and you felt like you had been hit by a bus. So you opted to exclude yourself from any activities Sam had planned for him and his brothers, and instead spend the day catching up on your studies.

You found yourself sprawled out on the new couch with books around you as you worked on your laptop. Regardless of the fact it was a drunk purchase, you had to admit the couch was pretty comfortable.

You didn't realize you had fallen asleep until you were woken up by someone moving beside you. You sat up watching as Harry settled in. He glanced over to you and sighed.

"Sorry I was trying to avoid waking you," he said apologetically.

"S'ok, where's Sam and Tom?" You asked.

"Club," he chuckled. You rolled your eyes, before grabbing the books from next to you and setting them onto the table.

"You didn't want to go?" You asked.

"Not in the mood," he said, smiling at you. You felt a tad guilty about being happy Harry had chosen to not go, opting instead to hang out with you. Sam had been right, you and Harry had A LOT in common, so talking and joking with him came almost naturally. He radiated positivity, it was like if he was a color, it was yellow 100%

After a couple hours of talking about everything you could think of, the room fell silent. "Let's go on an adventure," Harry suggested.

"An adventure?" You wondered.

"Why not?" He laughed.

"I'm not very adventurous," you admitted coyly.

"That's ok, we'll figure something out. Let's just drive until inspiration strikes,"he said, standing up and extending his hand for you to take.

Your decision to say yes was probably where everything went wrong, but looking back.. you would do everything the same if you were given a second chance.

You parked your car on the side of the lake. Looking over at Harry with a skeptical look. "You gonna back out?" He asked.

"Harry, it's only like 68° out here," you reminded him. He nodded with a smile before opening the door and getting out of the car. Somehow both of the Holland twins had a way of convincing you to do crazy things.

You got out, feeling the chill of the air make goosebumps raise on your skin. "Harry, I'm not sure about this," you admitted walking towards where he was now standing on the dock.

"Me either, but it's not an adventure without a little hesitation," he told you.

"Who told you that?" You asked, laughing. He thought about it for a minute and shrugged.

"Ok, let's do it," he told you, giving you a nod. You sighed nodding back before slowly peeling your pants down your legs and then your shirt over your head. You took a deep breath before removing your underwear and then unclipping your bra.

You stood completely naked staring out at the ice cold water, not daring to look at the boy beside you, no matter how badly you wanted to. You felt his fingers interlace with yours. “Ready?” He asked.

“Nope. let's do it,” You told him, squeezing his hand. You followed his movements. As soon as his body lunged forward, yours followed, hitting the icy water almost instantly. It felt as if there were pins and needles poking you on every inch of your body, and when you finally came back up to the surface, you gasped trying to catch your breath, your body tensed up from the shock of the temperature.

"Adventures. Are. Dumb." You shuttered. You could see Harry's teeth catering together.

"That. That was stupid," he admitted swimming back to the dock and pulling himself out. He reached out his hand, grabbing yours and hoisting you back onto the dock.

"Remind me to never go on an adventure with you again," you laughed, before realizing something. "We don't have towels,"

Harry's eyes widened, "no we don't," you stood on the dock, completely naked trying to shield your body.

"I have a blanket in my hatch. We can turn on the heater and sit under it until we're dry," you offered.

"That sounds good," he told you before grabbing the clothes from the ground. You rushed to your car, opening the trunk and jumping in. Luckily you had left the keys in the ignition, so all it took was you leaning over the seat to crank on the car. Forgetting about your completely exposed state. Harry pulled the hatch closed as he crawled into the car, tossing the clothes into the back seat and unfolding the blanket. You plopped down beside him, pulling the corner to cover yourself, hoping the heater would warm the two of you up fast.

After a few (awkward) moments, Harry finally spoke up. "You have a nice body," he said quietly. You felt your cheeks heat up at his words.

"Harry, were you looking at my naked body?" You joked, knowing it would have been impossible for him to have not seen you.

"I mean, when I came to crawl in you were bent over the back seat. Like on full display. Would have been hard to not look," he laughed, turning away to hide the blush that was gracing his ears and cheeks. "This trunk is roomy," he said, trying to change the subject.

"Me and Sam had to sleep in here once, hence the blanket," you told him.

"So you two?" Harry wondered.

"No, never. He's like my half-soulmate, like in a friendly way, you know?" You asked.

"Well he's my womb mate so kind of," he admitted. You couldn't help but laugh. "You know, we will probably warm up faster, if we're closer," Harry said shyly. His logic was right, but you were worried about your self control.

"Yeah, ok," you mumbled, scooting closer, until your leg was touching his.

"Can I put my arm around you?" He asked. You nodded quickly. You let out a sigh of relief at his warmth,as you let yourself snuggle into his body, being cautious not to place your hands anywhere questionable.

It was nice. It was strangely intimate as well. "Sam told us you were beautiful, but I can't believe how breathtaking you are," Harry said quietly after a few minutes. You glanced up to his face, his eyes were closed, and it seemed like he was trying to focus on his breathing.

"Are you just saying that because you have seen me naked?" You asked. He laughed, before opening his eyes and looking at you.

His eyes met yours, and it was like you were each seeing something you had been looking for for way too long. You saw his eyes shift down to your lips.

"No, Y/N, you are just breathtaking, clothes and all," he told you, brushing stray hairs from your face.

Your next movements were slow. You glanced down to his lips, and back to his eyes before slowly leaning in, giving him plenty of time to curve your movements, but he didn't. Instead he followed them.

"We shouldn't," you whispered, faces so close you could feel his breath on your lips.

"I know," he told you. You bit your bottom lip, before looking into his eyes. There was something about Harry, something that was throwing all your inhibitions out the window. All you could think about was how his lips would feel on yours. His hand reached up, rubbing his thumb across your face, you closed your eyes and leaned in, closing the distance between your lips.

The second your lips met you felt something ignite in you. He kissed you slowly, not rushing into anything. His lips were soft and warm, and made you melt into him. Turning your body more, your naked chest pressed against his as your fingers laced themselves in the curls on the base of his neck.

As he rested his hand on your waist, squeezing lightly, as he deepened the kiss.

His tongue swiped across your lower lip, looking for access, which you quickly granted. You leaned back as his lips found themselves trailing your jaw and to your neck.

"Sam will kill us," you let out, as you threw your head back giving him more access to your neck.

"Let him," he mumbled into your neck, before continuing his task. You knew you should stop him. This was the first step, in the wrong direction. Harry was someone you could easily fall in love with, and if you stopped now, you could pretend this naked, heated, makeout session had never happened. But then his hand slid down from your waist to your thigh, as he pushed you farther back onto your back.

You pulled his face back to yours, reconnecting your lips with his in a hungry kiss.

You continued the heated kissing for a while, letting yourself lose control, something that did not come easily for you.

"Harry," you moaned into his lips, making him lift his head.

"Tell me what you want darling," he told you, face red from kissing you. You pushed him up and over so he was sitting again.

"Do you want me?" You asked. He nodded quickly, grabbing your waist to pull you over to him. You threw one of your legs over his, and let him get himself situated, grabbing his hard member and lining it up to your entrance. You let yourself sink down slowly onto him, enjoying the initial feeling of him filling you up.

"Christ, y/n, you're so tight," he groaned, as he bottomed out on top of him. you leaned forward resting your head on his shoulder, getting used to the stretch he was giving you, before you started to move slowly. He kept his hands on your hips, helping you with your moviments, but never forcing them, letting you choose the speed of your thrusts.

Harry peppered your neck with kisses as you held onto him, letting little moans and whines escape your mouth as you rode him slowly.

He whispered sweet nothings to you, making you lose it, hearing you were 'perfect' and 'so beautiful,'

"M'So close," you moaned out, as your movements became more rigid.

"I've got you darling," Harry whispered as he took over, and began thrusting up into you, he let his hand slip between your body's, finding your bundle and rubbing it as he thrust into you. "Oh god," you groaned, throwing your head back.

"Let go for me darling," he said as he pressed open mouth kisses to your neck.

As soon as you felt him twitch inside of you, you felt the band in your stomach snap. You felt yourself convulsing around him as his thrusts became sloppy and slowed, having hit his peak with you.

You let your forehead rest against his, both of your breathing heavy. "Wow," you whispered.

"I think I like adventures with you," he chuckled, making you roll your eyes before kissing him again.

Your eyes opened to the light streaming through the window. At first you were confused at the amount of windows surrounding you, and then it hit you.

"Oh god," you groaned, sitting up.

"What?" Harry gasped, sitting straight up.

"We fell asleep," you told him as you rustled around you to find your clothes. "I don't know where my clothes are," you groaned. Harry placed a hand on your check, turning your face to him.

"Back seat darling," he told you, before leaning in and kissing you. He pulled away sooner than you would have liked and reached over the seat grabbing the clothes from last night.

You both dressed quickly, moving to the front of the car. The drive home wasn't a long one, and you were relieved when you arrived home to find that neither Sam or Tom were there.

"So," Harry said as you poured both of you a glass of water.

"What?" You giggled sliding it over to him.

"Last night was incredible for me, and I don't do the sleeping with random people thing," he told you.

"And you think I do?" You asked him.

"What? No!" He told you, nearly spitting out his water. You couldn't help but laugh. "I just mean, that I'd like to do it again, maybe take you out as well, get to know you more," he told you, reaching for your hand. You laced your fingers with his, blushing as a smile spread across your face.

"I'd like that," you whispered. Harry went to move around the counter, but as soon as he got off the stool the front door swung open and a very hungover Sam and an amused Tom came in. Pushing whatever moment you were having to the back burner.

"You let him get pissed?" You asked Tom as you rushed over to your best friend who looked like death.

"To be fair, I tried to stop him multiple times, but he kept telling me 'I'm in college I can handle my booze'" Tom laughed.

"Sammy," you groaned as you pushed him onto the couch.

"Sorry mom," he mumbled as his eyes fluttered shut.

You rolled your eyes at how dumb he could be.

"What did you guys do last night?" Tom asked, walking over to where Harry was in the kitchen.

"Went on a late night adventure," Harry told him, avoiding eye contact.

"Oh yeah? What did you do?" Tom repeated.

"Nothing really," Harry mumbled, trying to avoid Tom. But Tom knew Harry better than anyone.

"Harry?" Tom asked, making the boy look at him.

Tom gasped, looking from Harry over to you and then back. "Tell me you didn't Baz," Tom groaned.

"Didn't want?" You asked, confused.

"You two had sex," tom whisper yelled.

Your eyes grew wide and you could feel your cheeks heating up, "how would you gather that by just looking at him?" You demanded.

"Sex glow," Tom explained.

You snorted before rolling your eyes. "Oh whatever," you told him, not buying it.

"So you didn't then?" Tom asked, looking directly at Harry, who's cheeks immediately reddened. "Jesus you two, Sam is going to be livid," he informed you.

"We're not going to tell him," Harry said quickly, to which you agreed just as quickly.

Tom shook his head, "was it just the one shag? Or are there feelings?" Tom asked. You looked at Harry and bit your lip. He nodded before speaking back up. "Just the one shag, no feelings at all, " he lied.

You sat in the driver's seat of your car, waiting. Memories flooding your mind of that night weeks prior. You glanced down at your phone, checking the time again. You were being impatient, but to be fair you had been waiting for this for a long time, too long. Having had to accept secret calls and texts as enough for the time being. But now it was time, you somehow managed to clear up a weekend, and he happened to be free, and now you were going to sneak away, and not be a secret for just a few days, not have to hide behind a screen, or be a distant voice.

Your phone began to buzz in your lap and you looked down to see the contact name you had changed a few weeks ago “My baz <3”

“You here?” you asked, bringing it up to your ear.

“Just landed. Am I getting my bag and heading out to you?” he wondered.

“Yup. and then we will have two whole days uninterrupted, just us, in a virbo, naked, and sweaty and-” you were cut off by his laughing.

“Someone is clearly eager,” he told you.

“Fuck, i messed you sweetheart” he told you.

“Yes i am, the phone sex and sexting isn't doing it for me, I've literally had the real thing baby. Now I want it again, so hurry up so we can get out of town,” you groaned, as there was a knock on your window. You jumped, and turned to see him standing at your door, red curls crazy from a cat nap he had surly taken on the flight over, and a smile so big you could drown in it. You jumped from the car throwing yourself into his already full arms, making him drop his duffel bag, but he didn't seem to mind. He wrapped his arms around your waist lifting you up in his hug, and burying his face in your neck.

You could have sworn your heart skipped a beat.

"Let's go," you urged him, impatient for what you knew was to come later. You began the hour-long drive to the weekend rental you had gotten for the two of you. Making sure you would be alone, and able to not be bothered by anything. Or so you thought.

"Sam's calling you," Harry said as you turned another corner.

"What, why? He thinks I'm with my dad for the weekend," you told Harry. Looking down at your phone. Harry shrugged.

You answered the phone hoping it was nothing.

"Hello?"

"Hey, I uh, have a problem," Sam sounded worried.

"What?" You asked.

"I wanted to make sure it was okay that I invited Harry to stay with us for the two weeks we have off of school next month, because I already invited him.. and I totally forgot to ask," he muttered. You felt a smile grow on your lips.

"I don't know Sam, I'm not sure me and Harry got on well," you joked, peaking Harry's interest.

"Really?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, I just thought he was annoying and I'm pretty sure he didn't like me at all," you told him. Harry started to shake his head and roll his eyes. "I am fine with it Sammy,"

"You sure?" Sam wondered. "Cause I wouldn't want to make you uncomfortable by any means,"

"Positive," you confirmed

"How's spending time with your dad?" He asked you.

"Good, hey look we just got somewhere so I gotta go, call you back later. Love you, bye," you hung up the phone before he could continue any conversation, knowing he would keep you on the phone for an hour if you let him.

"You love him?" Harry asked.

"What?"

"You love Sam?" He repeated.

"Course I do," you smiled at him.

"He's lucky to have you, you're a good friend," he told you. Your brows furrowed as you looked over to him.

"Is that what we are? Friends?" You asked. You parked the car in front of the house and turned to look at Harry.

"Do you want to be more?" He Wondered.

"I mean, the way I feel about you, I don't feel about any of my other friends," you whispered.

"And how do you feel?" He asked.

"Well, when I see that you're calling or texting me I get this feeling in my stomach, it's like an insistent fluttering, that never goes away, as long as I'm talking to you, gets me all flustered and nervous. And when you told me you were going to be able to come this weekend, I was so excited, because it meant I could spend even a second with you alone." You smiled at him before biting your lip, "I really like you,"

"I like you too y/n, more than I think I've ever liked anyone," he told you, reaching his hand out to caress your cheek. "And because of that I've had something on my mind,"

"Oh yeah? You asked

"Yeah, I mean I know it won't make much of a difference since we'll still have to keep it a secret, but I'd really like it if you were my girlfriend," he told you, his cheeks flushed red as he watched you closely for a reaction.

You leaned in close, nearly touching his lips with your own, "I would love to be your girlfriend," you whispered before closing the space between you in a kiss.

Everything with Harry was easy, even though the situation was strange, and the secrets and lying were hard, everything felt natural. Every Time you talked to him it felt like home, and you knew you were in over your head. If you had hoped to not fall in love with him, you absolutely would have been let down by yourself. You knew you were going to hell for lying to Sam, but you couldn't change the way you felt, and although you wished you weren't hurting him, you didn't regret anything you had going on with his twin brother.

You entered the little rental house, surprised at how cute and quaint the decor was. It had a very boho chic feel to it, there was a four poster bed in the middle of the room with sheer curtains streaming down. There was a little sectional in the corner with a television in front of it, and a little kitchenette to the right of the room. The owners had left a fresh vase of roses on the little table along with a basket that had chocolates and a few other things inside.

“This is romantic,” Harry said, as he looked around the room.

“The pictures were cute, and it had good reviews, i didn't expect this though,” you admitted.

Harry walked over to the bed, pushing the drape to the side and looking towards you. “Come test it out with me?” He asked. You rolled your eyes at him, but went over, slipping off your shoes and climbing onto the bed (Which felt like a cloud)

“It's nice,” you hummed as you let your body sink into the mattress.

“Be nicer, if i wasn't so constricted by these clothes,” he told you, making you look over to see his smirking face.

“Oh yeah?” you asked, turning to face him.

“Oh yeah,” he repeated, raising his eyebrows at you. He adjusted himself to his side so he was facing you now.

“What are you thinking about?” you whispered.

“That night,” he muttered, “The way you looked, riding me, falling apart on my cock. How tight your pussy was and the way it clenched around me while I whispered sweet nothings in your ear,” your eyes widened in shock at the filth of his words.

“Harry,” you giggled.

“Come on, you know you have been thinking of it. I know I can't get the sound of your moans out of my head, the small whimpers you were letting out with every stroke of my cock on your g spot,” you felt your walls clench around nothing at his words. He knew what he was doing, and he was doing it well. “I just wish we had had more time that night, I could have had you whimpering if I had been given the chance. I would have filled you up good with my fingers, and eaten you like you were my last meal,” he whispered.

You closed your eyes, trying to keep from letting off how unbelievably aroused you were. You had rushed straight to the point the last time you and Harry had been left alone, but now.. There was no rush, no time crunch, you had all night, and all weekend to give into your sexual desires. Lord knows you have already given into your emotional ones.

“Show me,” you challenged, stealing a glance at the way his mouth widened with your words. He pushed himself up onto his knees in between your legs, grabbing your ankles and pulling you down the bed and closer to him. “Harry,” you giggled.

He ran his hands up your clothed legs, and up your body, until he was leaning over you, his face close enough that you could smell his shampoo and feel his breath fanning across your lips. “Want to make you feel good,” he whispered.

“Do it then,” you groaned, arching your back up and into a kiss. His hands found your waist, sliding them under your shirt as he kissed you like his life depended on it. He slowly pushed your shirt up until it was pooled above your breasts and he then pulled the fabric of your bra down, taking your already pebbled nipple between his fingers and rolling it, which made a slight moan escape from your mouth.

“Can I take these off?” he asked. You nodded quickly, sitting slightly up so he could remove the shirt. He reached behind you to unclasp your bra, but not without a little struggle. When he finally managed to get it undone, he slid the straps down your arms tossing it to the side, before dipping his head down, and taking one of your nipples in his mouth. You let out a loud gasp at the sensation, as your hands instinctively found themselves tangled in his auburn curls. He made sure to do the same to the other breast before trailing open mouth kisses down your stomach and stopping at your waistband of your leggings. Glancing up to you for permission, which you nodded, overly eager for him. He hooked his finger in the waistband peeling your leggings and underwear down in one sweep. He could see how wet you already were for him, from the glistening sheen of your cunt.

He ran two fingers through your folds, stopping at your clit and pushing down. “Oh,” you moaned out at the unexpected pressure.

“So wet for me darling,” Harry whispered.

“I have been waiting for this,” you admitted, looking up to see him smirking at you.

“Oh you have?” He asked, pulling his fingers almost all the way out before plunging them back in. He brushed your g spot with the tip of his fingers making you moan out his name and arch your back. “Been waiting for this?” he asked as he continued to finger fuck you.

“Yes, Harry,” you moaned, as you felt a knot forming in the pit of your stomach. Harry moved his thumb, and you almost whined at the loss of stimulation, until you felt his tongue lick up from above his fingers to your nub, wrapping his lips around it as he began to suck slightly. You were done at that point, and you knew it. “So close har,” you warned, but he didn't falter in his actions in the slightest. Instead he sped them up, pushing you over the edge even faster. With a loud moan of his name, your back arched off the mattress and your toes curled, as you felt an explosion of bliss. Harry continued his movements through your orgasm, only slowing and coming to a stop when your legs quit shaking and you seemed to relax.

“Fuck, y/n. You're bloody perfect,” he mumbled, bringing his lips to yours, you could taste yourself on his lips, but you didn't even mind. All you could focus on was the fact that he was way overdressed, for the activities you wanted to partake in. you grabbed at the hem of his shirt, and he broke away from the kiss to allow you to pull the shirt over his head.

You took a second to admire his bare chest, he was muscular, but wasn't overly defined, and he, well he was perfect.

“You're breathtaking, you know?” You told him, making him turn a shade of red.

“Shut up,” he giggled, before reconnecting your lips in another kiss.

You let your nails graze the naked skin on his back making him groan, and rut his hips against yours. His clothed bulge rubbing against your naked sex. “Take em off,” you instructed. He pushed himself up onto his knees, unbuttoning his jeans, but before he could push them down you sat up grabbing his hands to stop him. “Can i?” you asked.

He smiled at you before nodding. You pushed his jeans down as much as you could, you could see the outline of his cock that was straining against his boxers. You leaned forward, placing an open mouthed kiss on the fabric. “Fuck,” harry groaned. You looked up at him through your eyelashes to see him looking down at you.

“Want me to..” you asked.

“Yes, fuck yes. If you want to, I mean,” he stuttered out. You smiled up at him, pushing the fabric of his boxers down until his cock was free of the restraint. You took his length in your hand, pumping it a few times, as you licked your lips and leaned forward, taking him in your mouth. You bobbed your head up and down as you worked what your mouth couldn't take with your hand. Harry held onto your hair loosely, watching as you sucked him off. “M’close,” he warned you. You continued what you were doing, not caring, he had done it for you, the least you could do was return the favor. You felt him begin to twitch against your tongue, as his grip on your hair tightened and his hips rutted forward, nearly making you gag before you felt him release himself the warm liquid slipping down your throat. You pulled your head back letting him out of your mouth with a pop.

Harry pushed you back onto the bed, making you giggle at his eagerness. He let his body fall to yours, lips crashing in a deep kiss. His fingers laced with yours above your head as he moved his kisses down your jaw to your throat, sucking lightly, leaving small marks that would be a reminder for days. “Harry, I need you,” You whined.

He lifted his head smiling, bringing his lips back to yours. His hand slipped between your bodies, lining himself up at your entrance before sinking slowly into you. He slowly thrust into you, setting a slow pace.

“Faster, baby, please,” you moaned out. He grabbed your thigh lifting it lightly as he began to thrust into you harder.

“You're so tight,” he groaned, as he began to quicken his movements. You reached down, rubbing your nub as he pounded into you.

“I'm close,” You told him as you neared your second orgasm.

He reached down, replacing your fingers with his, “Cum all over my cock darling,” he groaned. His fingers circled your clit, and with one particularly deep thrust, you felt yourself clench around him, as you whimpered at the relief. After a few more movements Harry's hips stilled and his body went limp, laying his head onto your chest. “That was incredible, you are incredible,” he told you as he laid there trying to catch his breath.

You smiled as your eyes fluttered closed, sleep taking over your overworked body.

The weekend passed quicker than it had even come, and before you knew it you were kissing Harry goodbye at the airport where you had picked him up two days prior.

“I wish we had more time,” you whispered as you hugged him, your face buried in the crook of his neck.

“I'll be here next month, love. Five weeks and we will be back together, promise,” He whispered into your ear, kissing the top of your head.

“I'll hold you to it,” you told him, kissing his lips one final time before he had to leave.

“I’m counting on it,” he said, before walking away. Just like that, faster than he had arrived in Scotland, he left for London.

The drive to your place was quiet, and the whole time you were fighting the urge to cry. You parked your car, and grabbed your bag, noticing a pink sleeve peeking out. You unzipped it, and saw Harry's pink hoodie, that he had probably shoved into your bag after you had practically lived in it and only it for the weekend. You couldn't help but smile to yourself. You shoved the hoodie farther into your bag, zipping it up and heading up to your flat.

As soon as you opened the door you were hit with the aroma of a home cooked meal. Sam was standing facing the stove, focused on whatever he was stirring.

“Smells good Sammy,” you said, startling him.

“Oh good, your home. Come stir this for me,” he instructed holding a spoon out to you.

"Yes chef," you said, bringing your hand up to your head and saluting him.

"You're an idiot," he groaned at you. You walked over taking the spoon and began to stir the sauce while he cut up garnish for the top. "How was your weekend with your dad?" He asked.

"Uh good, busy, but ok," you lied. Seemed like you were doing a lot of that to Sam recently.

"So you guys worked everything out from that fight?" He asked you. Your eyes grew wide, realizing you had fucked up. You and your dad had gotten into a fight about money, and afterwards he had cut you off, and told you to get your life in order. It had been months since you had spoken.

"No, but we pretended so that my gram wouldn't be upset," you lied again.

"Oh, that makes sense. I was confused when you said you were going to spend the weekend with him, I thought you might have been lying to me, glad that wasn't the case," he said as he drained the pasta.

Guilt. That was the only thing you felt. Guilty for being a bad best friend. Guilty for lying. Guilty for not sticking to a promise you had made. You were going straight to hell.

It had been a few days since yours and Harry's weekend, and he was set to be back in a little over a month. You were sitting on the couch, laptop in your lap when the pain started. At first it was a slight pinching sensation, but soon it became like a stabbing pain, and you nearly doubled over from the intensity. You tried to stand up, but let out a groan as the pain increased. Sam looked up, worried filling his face at the sight of you.

“Y/N? You're bleeding, what's going on?” He asked, as he rushed to your side. You looked down to see a line of blood down both of your legs, and immediately got dizzy.

“Sammy, I'm gonna pass out,” You warned him.

“I’m taking you to the doctor,” he told you as he practically carried your limp body down to your car and drove you to the nearby emergency clinic.

The doctors drew blood and put in an i.v to get fluids into you, all the while Sam never left your side, holding your hand tightly as he knew you hated doctors offices.

“Okay darling, we're going to run some tests and get to the bottom of why you're feeling so bad,” the nurse told you, as she left the room. Sam sat beside you as you laid in the bed, squeezing your hand lightly.

“It's alright, you're okay,” he cooed as he stroked your hair. Just then the door opened and a doctor came into the room.

“Miss, Y/L/N, i have some unfortunate news, it looks like you're experiencing a miscarriage,” your jaw dropped as you heard the words coming from his mouth. You glanced up at Sam who was looking at you with raised eyebrows.

“I- what?” you asked. Clearly not registering what you had just heard.

“The HCG levels in your blood make me think you were maybe around ten weeks pregnant, which would explain the extreme blood loss, and the feeling like you were going to faint. The unfortunate thing is that there is not much medically that we can do, so we will send you home. Try and get some rest, take it easy and if you experience any clotting bigger than a golf ball, come back in. ill have the nurse work up your discharge paperwork,” he turned to exit the room but stopped in the doorway, “I’m sorry guys, i know this must be hard news,” and then he left.

“You were pregnant?” Sam asked.

“I guess so,” you mumbled.

“Who have you slept with? What was ten weeks ago? That was like-” Sams face fell. He looked down at you, “That was our holiday week, ten weeks ago,” He told you. You winced at his insinuation, which in and of itself gave you away. “Tell me you weren't pregnant with my brother's baby y/n?” he sighed.

You weren't sure if it was being caught in a lie, the hormones coursing through your body, or the fact that you had just been told that you had lost a baby you were never even aware of, but you felt a sudden surge of emotions, as your eyes glossed over. Sam noticed this almost instantly.

“Shit y/n honey, please don't cry,” he told you, but it was too late as the tears began to spill from your eyes.

“I’m so sorry,” you nearly wailed. Sam pulled you into his arms as you cried your heart out, mumbling things about how ‘awful of a person you were’ and how you ‘didn't deserve him in your life’.

“Y/N, try and breathe, and tell me what happened,” he whispered as soon as your crying settled slightly. So you tried to explain what had happened, where you had gone wrong, and when your heart had been opened to his brother.

“Are you mad at me?” you asked as Sam tucked you into the couch with your favorite fuzzy blanket. He hadn't said a word to you since you had left the hospital.

“I am,” he sighed, sitting down beside you. “Y/n, what happens if he hurts you? If he breaks your heart into a million pieces? What happens when I'm forced to choose a side? What happens when I have to choose him over you even if I know he was in the wrong?” he asked, voice cracking, and tears prickling his eyes. “What happens if I lose you over something he does? I'd be crushed, your my best friend, the person i turn to when things are hard, the one who knows me inside and out, the one id trust with my life, but he is my brother, my twin brother, you are like a stranger compared to the way i know him,”

“Sam-”

“No, y/n. Just- I can't have this conversation right now, because i want to yell at you, tell you how betrayed i feel, but i can't because this- what your going through, is bigger than what i feel right now,” he stood up pulling his phone from his pocket and walking to the front door. “And that's why I called him,” he said before opening the door.

You felt tears form in your eyes again at the gesture. Your best friend putting his own feelings to the side to make sure you were ok. Harry stepped inside the house, offering a small smile to Sam who just nodded at him, obviously hurt. Harry went straight to you, pulling you into his arms as you started to cry again, this time it was even worse.

Harry held you for what felt like hours as you cried until you fell asleep. He placed your body down gently before walking to the kitchen where Sam was standing.

“Mate-”

“No, you don't get to start. Why her? Out of every person in the world, why her?” Sam demanded.

“It just happened,” Harry said.

“That is not a reason,” Sam argued.

“She's it Sam, I don't know,” Harry said.

“You wouldn't have known that had you left her alone,” Sam was verging on pissed at that point.

“No, Sam, you don't understand. I didn't need to know her, the second I saw her in the airport standing beside you, her hair tied up and in that old pearl jam t-shirt. Everything changed, call it a gut feeling, or me being an idiot, but I swear to god Sam, I fell in love with her before she even spoke a word to me,” Harry explained, hearing the words he said for the first time out loud.

“You're in love with her?” Sam asked.

“Desperately,” he admitted.

“I'll hurt you, if you hurt her,” Sam warned.

“I wouldn't expect anything less,”

“And if she hurts you, well, i cant hurt her but i'll give her an earful,” Sam laughed.

“I know,” Harry laughed.

“God it had to be my best friend?” Sam asked, shaking his head in disbelief.

“I'm sorry, the heart wants what it wants,” Harry said.

“Who are you? Selena Gomez?” Sam asked, hitting his brother's shoulder. “I’m sorry, about the baby,”

“I didn't even know there was a baby till you called,” He told Sam.

“She didn't know until today. You guys were careful, yeah?” he asked Harry.

“Uhh,”

“Harry! You fucking div! condoms man!” Sam groaned.

“I know it was just-”

“No, no, no. I do not want to hear the specifics of you sleeping with my best friend, just- next time, CONDOMS!” Sam stressed.

“Okay, okay, that's easy enough,” Harry laughed.

“You look nervous,” Sam laughed from the passenger seat of Harry's car.

“I am,” you told him,

“You have met mum before darling,” Harry reminded you.

“Yeah, as Sam's roommate and best friend, Not as your girlfriend,” you explained. Your stomach was in knots the entire drive from the airport to the Hollands family home. This was all new territory, sure you and Harry had been together for eight months, but meeting the family was a big feat, even if you had met them all before your relationship had started.

“I promise you will be fine, love” Harry assured you.

“I'll hold you to that,” You muttered, as he pulled into the driveway of an extremely nice house. You felt your jaw drop, as you glanced around the house, unaware that they had grown up in such a nice place.

Your door opened, and Harry held out his hand for you to take, which you did. Stepping out of the car and smoothing the bottom of your dress down. “Ready?” Harry asked.

You smiled up at him, “Nope. let's do it,” you squeezed his hand lightly as he pulled you along, Sam following closely behind.

The inside of the house was just as nice, pictures of the boys lined the walls from when they were tots until now. You heard the pitter patter of paws on the hardwood and looked over to see a blue staffy running towards you. Sam dropped down hugging the dog.

“Hi Tess, hi darling, oh i missed you too,” You giggled at the sight of the dog smothering Sam in kisses.

“Just in time,” Niki sang as she rounded the corner. “Oh y/n,” she said, pulling you into her arms. “So glad you could join us for the holidays,” she told you, squeezing your shoulders.

“Mum,” Harry said.

“Oh yes, sorry please go ahead,” she giggled while backing up.

“Mum, this is Y/n, my girlfriend,” Harry said, making you shoot him a strange look.

“Oh so nice to meet you,” she gushed with a giggle.

“What-”

“He insisted he re-introduce us with your new title,” she explained. You laughed glancing up to see a blush covering his cheeks.

“You're cute,” you told him, before being whisked away to meet the rest of the Holland crew.

The night ran late, as you got to know everyone. The whole Holland family was easy to get along with, you spent most of the time laughing at embarrassing childhood stories and telling stories of Sam at school.

“Are you ready to go?” Harry whispered in your ear when he noticed you had yawned for the third time. You nodded, eyes feeling heavy from the long day. You went around saying your goodbyes to everyone, Sam opting to just head back later. So you and Harry took off to his flat which he shared with Tom and a few friends.

Once you got to his place, he grabbed your bag, leading you inside, and passed two boys who were occupied in front of a video screen. “You can meet them tomorrow,” He told you as he helped you up the stairs.

His room was nice, quite what you would expect from a boys room, plain bed, empty dresser, there was a shelf full of movies, and a large tv, but nothing extreme.

“Can i have a shirt?” You asked. “To sleep in?”

Harry smiled at you before walking over to the dresser and pulling out an old t-shirt. “This one will look nice on you,” He told you.

“Help me out of these clothes?” you asked. He leaned forward bringing his lips to you as his fingers found the zipper on the back of your dress. He unzipped it slowly, pushing it off your shoulders before it fell to your ankles, revealing the lingerie set you had bought for him.

“Oh god,” he groaned looking at the black and gold lace that lined your body.

“You like it?” You asked with a cheeky smile.

“I'm going to like it even more once it's on my floor,” he told you as he grabbed your bum, lifting you up and carrying you to his bed. He threw you down, and you landed with a giggle as he attacked your neck with kisses, trailing the patterned lace that laid over your breasts with one hand. “The things i want to do to you,” He growled in your ear.

“Do whatever you want baz, i'm all yours,” You said with a wink.

“Whatever I want huh? What if I just want to make sweet love to you all night?” He asked, catching you off guard.

You smiled and brought your thumb up to his mouth tracing his lip and the birthmark right beside it. “Make love to me then,” you whispered.

Harry bit his bottom lip, as he looked into your eyes. “I love you,” He blurted for the first time.

You felt your smile grow even wider, as you leaned up, kissing his lips softly. “I love you,” You mumbled into his lips.

You stayed tangled together, lips clashing, tension burning between you, for a while.

“Harry,” You moaned into his kiss.

“Yeah baby?” He asked.

“Make sweet love to me?” You nearly begged.

He smiled wide, jumping up and walking to his dresser, pulling out a little foil square and tossing it to you before quickly undressing himself. You took the chance to slip out of the lingerie you had on, laying naked and waiting for him.

He crawled onto the bed next to you. “Sit down,” you told him.

“Yeah?” He asked excitedly.

“Yeah,” you told him.

He sat down, back to the pillows, and legs spread open, waiting for you. You ripped open the condom, rolling it over his member slowly in a teasing manner. “Y/N” he groaned, making you laugh.

“Alright,” You laughed, climbing on top of him, and lining him up to your entrance.

“This feels familiar,” He whispered as you sank down onto him.

“Going back to the beginning,” you whispered as you began to move slowly. You wrapped your fingers in his hair as you brought your lips to his, letting all the love flow between the two of you.

“I love you,” Harry mumbled into your lips.

“I'm in love with you,” You told him. He grabbed your bum before flipping you onto your back. “Harry,” You giggled.

“I'm so glad I found you y/n. I feel like I had been lost at sea and you were the lighthouse that guided me home,” he expressed.

“Harry,” You whispered feeling your heart skip a beat.

“I love you so much,” He whispered, before connecting your lips again, and moving his hips, sinking farther and farther into you with each thrust. You continued to kiss him, fingers tangled into his curls as he grinded into you, bringing you both to your breaking points.

“Harry,” You moaned as you reached your climax.

“God Y/n, you look so beautiful falling apart because of my cock,” he groaned as his thrusts became rigid and rough.

“Cum for me, Harry,” You moaned in his ear as he reached his peak finishing into the condom.

He rolled off of you, disposing of the condom in the bin by his bed and turning back to you.

“I love you,” He whispered again.

“I like the sound of that,” You sighed, as you snuggled into his body. “And I love you too,” you whispered.

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