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hee4won · 3 years

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cuddles + kisses w/ en-

requested by @jihyosg4rden (thank you btw <3 i hope you like it!!)

warnings: very cute + sweet enha 😞

a/n: i have a feeling i will get very carried away with this one whew [edit: i got carried away lol]

heeseung

right off the bat i’m just gonna say he has the most tender kisses okah

LIKE.. everyone says it but it’s so true

and i can imagine him being super affectionate when he’s really sleepy or tired

he’ll come home from practice or a performance just completely worn out but once he sees you on the couch or bed..

HEART EYES

he just flops on you like he’s a dog no kidding

he’ll be big spoon most of the time even if he’s super fatigued

i think he gets more comfort from holding someone rather than being held??

hee just really seems like the type to hold and hug you while humming the both of you to sleep

i think he’s bigger on cuddling than kissing

BUT! if he does kiss you it would be on the cheek or forehead

and if you initiate a kiss on the lips he’s literally gonna act like a child goodbye

“awww u like me so much”

then you chase him around and he’s squealing like a kid

10/10 couple good for you good for you

jay

jay is most definitely the type to kiss a lot

i don’t even think he has a certain spot he likes to kiss the most he will kiss you anywhere

dont get carried away 😑

OMG WHEN HE WAKES UP AND SEES YOU IN THE BED NEXT TO HIM

he will smile so hard.. he’s so in love with you

if you guys are running late he would give you a peck on the lips and tug at you a lil’

but if you have time 🥺🥺

he’ll wake you up by planting kisses all over your face

i can imagine him starting at your forehead and going clockwise until the last place he kisses is your nose

then when you wake up he either smiles at you like an idiot in love which he is btw

OR... he’ll play it off like you had something on your face .. which backfires lol

“so you had to kiss off whatever was on my face? yeah okay”

you would call him a simp but you’re a big one for him too so where do we go from here 🤔

jake

jake is the most affectionate guy ever

i also think he would like to cuddle more than kiss

only because he’s huge on physical affection and sometimes holding you close is all he needs

he alternates between little spoon and big spoon quite often actually

when he’s tired he’ll hold you because he loves the feeling of your body up against his

he likes to say you’re his personal heater ?

take that how you’d like

OH BTW when he’s the big spoon he’ll have his head in the crook of your neck and just whisper to you about how much he loves you and how grateful he is to have you in his life

bye i tjink i have romantic feelings for him

he’s just the sweetest most intimate boy ever

did i mention he definitely giggles/smiles into kisses

sunghoon

more of a kiss and hand holding kind of guy

but i feel like hoon’s kisses are the type to linger.. if u know what i mean

like he’ll pull you close and kiss your nose and kinda stay there for a bit

it’s just so intimate AWWW

and he’ll pick your hand up and kiss it

if he’s just seeing you after a while then he’ll DEFINITELY take your hand in his and kiss your knuckles then pull you into a warm embrace

“you’re laying your head on my shoulder on the way home btw 😇”

he’s so sweet you just have to give him time to open up ok be patient

also his cuddles are the warmest

and you savor them bc they don’t happen often

he probably just pulls you super close and tight first thing in the morning and you’ll just kinda

lay there

basking in each other’s presence 🥺🙁😞💓

sunoo

ANOTHER CUDDLE BOY

we’re really racking ‘em up today huh

sunoo just.. he reallt gives the best cuddles

he will cuddle you any and everywhere

no kidding

the boys will invite you to come hang out with them and sunoo will make sunghoon get on the floor

he’s the warmest ever i can FEEL IT

just so you can sit with him and cuddle

“i’m literally older than you sunoo what are you doing” he’ll just deadpan until hoon moves 😭

hm.. kisses with him are very rare

if you’re crying he would totally pepper your face with light kisses

dont get me wrong they’re still full of love !!

just rare :D

jungwon

oh boy.

i will try to make sure my bias does not jump out on this 😊

jungwon is a good mixture of both tbh

he definitely cuddles in the bed though

like you guys might be watching something or you’ll be scrolling through your phone and bam!

there’s a jungwon attached to you

if he’s tired and you’re still up he’ll probably push your phone down then lay on his stomach with his arm around you and his head in the crook of your neck

i hope i explained that well AHH it’s cute though

HES SUCH A BACKHUGGER

you on the way to kitchen? hug. you on the way to the bathroom? hug.

he just can’t help himself

oh and for the kissing

he would definitely be a cheek and ear kisser

and sometimes when you’re cuddling he’ll blow strawberries(?) into your neck

you guys will turn into a giggling fit. i loev this boy so much

he just LOVES to baby and take care of you for sure

you’re both really mature and professional when doing things you’re passionate about so having the chance to lighten up and just love on each other is so wow

ni-ki

cuddle boy number... 4

because riki is young kisses just seem so eh.. save it for prom at least

have you seen how much he hugs on the members

he’s so affectionate and cute i ❤️ him

would see you and get that adorable smile on his face and proceed to tackle you while shouting your name

he loves hugging and cuddling you

AND HE HUGS SOOO TIGHT

he gives bear hugs

like he’ll just engulf you and you’re trapped until he wants food or something

“riki.. i can not breathe like this”

“it’s okay! my undying love for you should be enough 😁” cheesy alert sheesh

on the rare occasion that he does kiss you though

it’ll be when you’re sleeping (or so he thinks)

he’ll creep into your room and make his way over to you + kiss your temple then run out like a CHILD

i mean he is one, however.

riki cutest boy ever? yeah i do believe so.

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lilsuzn · 3 years

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MLQC Victor - NSFW abc headcanons (REMASTERED)

Fandom: Mr. Love: Queen’s Choice

Warnings: Explit sexual content (GN READER)

it's what I posted a while ago, but better - I changed some things, I deleted some thing and wrote new. I think it's much better now

A = Aftercare (What they are after sex?)

Victor is a man that has his values straight

You are the most important part of his life (even if he sometimes struggles to shop it) and he will do anything for you… and only for you

Other people don’t matter. He only takes what he wants and leaves.

But you - his sweetest, dearest, little love… can ask anything and everything (well, almost - see N).

You crave massages? He will buy the most luxurious oils on the market, might even take a course to perfect his skills to give you more pleasure

Want to take a bath? He will have a bathtub installed if he doesn’t have one already

Pillowtalk, kissing, snuggling, another round? No need to say it twice. He leaves to please you

When it comes to him, he likes to pull you close and tell you all the things he has no courage to say at any other time

Leave no space for misunderstanding in the department of his unconditional, boundless, eternal love and devotion for you

Tell you just how happy he is to have you and how everything is worthless in comparison to you

After he makes sure you’ve been pleasured throughly already, he will want to share a shower

And make no mistake - he will wash you. You can wash him too, if you want, but taking care of that pretty body of yours is his responsibility

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

His favorite body part is his waist

It wasn’t easy to get that V shaped body and he is extremely proud of this accomplishment…

Especially when he sees your hungry gaze roaming his torso up and down

And you… He couldn’t possibly choose one part

Beautiful legs, rounded butt, soft abdomen and that gorgeous, gorgeous smile

Yeah…

No…

That would be your thighs when it comes to the sexual aspect

You have such a delicate skin there. So suckable. Kissable. More plush than any pillow could ever be

He feels so secure and at ease when they squeeze around his head as you ride his face.

The sound of his hips slapping against them - heavenly

Not much can make him calmer than your lovely, plump thighs

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum)

It should come (hihihi) as no surprise that he loves to spill inside

It’s so intimate… Bonding…

Doesn’t really like to cum onto you for reasons he himself doesn’t really understand

It just feels… somewhat degrading? And he doesn’t like it that way?

Then again cuming into your mouth is a strong YES. Maybe it’s because of how enthusiastically you take him in

How you collect all the spill from your chin and lick it off your fingers like it was some kind of delicious delicacy

That sight makes him hard all over again…

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

He has a folder of your photos on his computer

Some of them were taken with consent… Some without you realising…

Because you were in his bed sleeping in your naked glory… And he could only stop himself the first, like 20 (?) times

He sorts them by aesthetic and cuteness/sexiness

Jacks off to them when you’re not around

Most of them are very artistic. He tries his best to make them as good as the ones he was using before you… (see J)

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

He slept with a few girls in college, but he saw it only as ‘taking care of his sexual needs’ - no real feelings included

He had one dedicated booty call - a girl who fell in love with him despite him saying that he only only sees her for sex

That period really allowed him to explore his sexuality

So he knows what he likes and what to do, so his partner likes it too

F = Favorite position (This goes without saying)

Everything when he takes you from the back

He’s rather keen on yanking hair, slaping ass…

But when it comes to the person he loves - you, he likes to face each other during sex

He wants to kiss your face, neck and chest. Nuzzle his face into your abdomen while he’s going down from his height

Your legs thrown over his shoulders so he can slap his hips against your soft thighs

Or legs pressed to your sides, hands gripping your thighs

And he can’t even attempt to lie he doesn’t absolutely love when you sit on his lap… or get on top in general

Or when your thighs grip his head when you 69 on the couch while ‘watching’ a movie. Your lips sloppy around him as his tongue pleasures you with most precision and dedication

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

No goofy.

If they start to joke around, they get spanked. HARD.

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

Victor is a passionate swimmer, so most of his body is hairless

But he doesn’t shave his pubes. Finds it weird to be completely bare down there and the first time he had sex with a completly hairless girl, he was a bit taken aback with her baby like smoothness.

Only trims them with a ‘pubes razor’ which is his old razor that he doesn’t use for face anymore, because he got a better one from his aunt for Christmas

Carpet matches the drapes

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment? The romantic aspect)

No goofy.

Only love and eternal devotion.

He will caress and leave kisses all over your body. Keep you close in the warmest and most loving embrace

No dummies or idiots in bed. Only treasures and loves

Almost like he’s trying to make it up to you for his tendency to be so aloof on a daily basis

The sweet talk doesn’t stop there, but I already said everything about it in A

J = Jack off (Masturbation headcanon)

This man didn’t have time to waste on women when he was building his empire, so he naturally spend quite a lot of his life masturbating instead of having sex

He doesn’t really enjoy porn, though. It’s too cartoonish for him. He much prefers to look through lingerie commercials or nude photoshoots - the more artistic the better

After he reunites with you, he starts to feel all that pent up sex tension and starts to jack off almost every day

Thinking about you. Looking at photos of you. Carving you with every small bit of his being

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

First of all - seeing his partner being pleasured. Either by him or by a vibrating toy plugged into them or pressed against their sensitive spots. He doesn’t even pump himself watching. He’s way too consumed with the enticing sights

Double penetration. His huge dick in one whole, dildo in another… Just thinking about it gets him going

He can’t deny himself at least some manhandling (if you consent - obv). Although he doesn’t go full on dom every time (at least with you) he seems to be unable to deny himself some hair pulling and choking... Although he almost does it lovingly? Spanking and whipping will surely also happen from time to time. Can get very rough when jealous

Also a slight daddy kink. When he hears it slip past your lips in the form of a joke - he feels some strange tingling in his groin and it’s not a venereal disease

If you sit on his lap, make a cute, helpless expression and ask daddy to play with you… It just turns him into a primal animal with no self restraint

That he kinda always seems to be

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Where nobody can hear them

Or see them

Anywhere with a stable surface really, but he needs to know you will have full privacy

Would never agree for public sex

All the sweet sounds and expressions he makes you do are his and only his to experience

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

Stress, irritation, anger, hurt… Sex is a great way for him to gat this weight of his chest since he doesn’t really like to think those negative feeligs through

Or any feelings, if we’re at it

A nice butt is also a motivation, especially when it’s attached to a fine pair of legs

But both of these factors aren’t a guarantee of a turn on and even if they have that impact on him, he still will most likely not act on it

What he really struggles to control is a real attraction that reaches what’s beyond physical

A beautiful, hardworking and open-minded person is something Victor finds hard to ignore

N = No (Something they wouldn’t do/turn offs)

No sharing

No blood play

No permanent marking

Nothing too forcefull or aggressive

No sex before assigning boundaries and exchanging preferences

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

As I already said In B, Victor is an oral lover

More into giving than receiving, but would never push his lover away

(you can always 69, right?)

The man is humming in pleasure as his tongue slides along your sex

Is more than willing to go for hours if only you let him

The more you moan the more intense his movements become

His main goal is to please

The secondary one is to be the best at yet another thing

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

He has two base modes

One: I love you, my sweet creature - all about measured, unhurried but hard thrust. True, pure love-making

Two: Little girls don’t get a say in how daddy fucks them - you’re tearing up, sobbing, drooling and he gets even more turned on by it. Fucks harder and faster then you both believed possible. Years of engaging in sports come to show themselves

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He will participate when the occasion occurs

Might even initiate an occasion

But it’s not really sex for him. It’s a quickie

And when compared to the real love-making with you… it’s just meh

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

When it comes to taking risks, I believe I already made it clear that he isn’t too into that

If someone walked in you, it would be very upsetting for him

If you got accidentally hurt would break his heart

But experiment he would happily

New toys, new positions, new kinks… He will try anything once

Well, almost anything (see N)

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

We all have our better and worst days, and this man has a whole company to run. It’s only natural for him to be tired

So usually he won’t last for more than one round. Maybe 3 on weekends

But will last a while if he sets a slower pace (see P)

On vacations however, after a few days of rest his stamina will increase dramatically

Have you seen this guy’s torso? Exactly

He has some stamina to spare

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

Not against, although he prefers to experiment with positions that to experiment with toys

Will probably never propose any, except when he knows his partner is into such things

If you do - Victor will do his research and find something exciting for you to enjoy

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

He really is not patient enough for that

Doesn’t have time for it either

Why would he even want to? They’re unsatisfied = he’s unsatisfied (as I mentioned in K)

He sees no appeal in it. When he wants to fuck, he wants to fuck. No reason to beat around the bush

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

Victor can be a bit more talkative than usual during the foreplay

Throughs some praise (a lot of it)

Tell you about his feelings (but not too much at that point)

About things that made him jealous…

A quiet Fuck may leave his lips when he enters you and when he’s about to come

In the middle of those two - he’s rather silent

Not much of a moaner

He grunts and growls a lot though. Can get a little bit loud from time

W = Wild card (A random headcanon for the character)

It was a sunny, autumn day. You were walking down the street. You’re fingers entwined. The sunlight was gracing your beautiful features so gorgeously… and he had already been yearning for so long

When you’ve finally reached the Souvenir’s door, the man is all worked up

Not that you could tell from his steely expression

But you sure got suspicious when he got all touchy feely out of the sudden

Not that you would ever mind - obviously

Feather light kisses on the nape of your neck and shoulders. Fingertips caressed your waist to then slide down to your hips. Then he reached for the hem of your dress…

“I love you…” he whispered in your ear

Goosebumps momentarily appeared on your skin as all the intense feelings he had been making you experience from the very day you saw him for the first time in his office travel down your spine in a form of a intense shiver

You wanted him. So bad. For so long.

And there was no hiding his feelings for you at that moment as you turned your head to face him

Soon after stomach was pressed against the kitchen counter. Your naked butt was all out on display for Victor to squeeze and spank as you squirmed and moaned under his touch

Victor didn’t take any unnecessary time to move his long, broad fingers down, to stroke your sensitive slit

He praised you for being so wet, so flushed, so eager for him

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

“I love you, too” you whispered to his ear as his arms pressed you as close to his body as possible, while you were still going back from your highs

And after that, from his lips slipped the words of the most sincere adoration… and true love

Words you would never expect to leave his beautiful, soft mouth

Matches the rest of the man

Long and thick

No curvature. Perfectly straight

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

Rather average

Ha has periods when he doesn’t even think about it

And he has ones when he can’t stop thinking about it

However he doesn’t go too much either way

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

Remember what I said in S? Applies here as well

He’s a hardworking man

Simplu needs to work hard to keep his business growing and to keep his lover pleased

Then he just needs to get some rest. Don’t try to change his mind because he will

If he’s well rested however, he won’t let you sleep

Like, not a chance. You need to come at least five times. He doesn’t make the rules, sorry

#mlqc #mr love queen's choice #mlqc fanfic #mlqc fluff #mlqc hc #mlqc headcanon #mlqc victor #mlqc li zeyan #mlqc smut

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appreciatethefoolishness · 4 years

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BUNNY TROUBLE | 06

01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07

― pairing: jeongguk x reader

― genre: mostly fluff, softness, jungkook dancing lol, disgusting romance!! bunny!jeongguk, (kind of) hybrid!jeongguk, magical wishes, taehyung!best friend, tae being kinda a bitch, swearing, crack/humor lol i tried, more swearing, a tiny bit of subtle angst and SMUT; fat cock!jungkook, handjob, blowjob, subby!koo, whining, whimpers, dry humping, virgin!jungkook

― word count: 4k

― summery: a quick decision to save a hurt bunny on the side of the road might not seem like a big deal to many people. y/n doesn’t think much of it either and decides to take care of the little male rabbit but what she doesn’t expect is when he one night turns into a human and hell breaks loose…

― a/n: I made a playlist for this series!!

― OFFICIAL PLAYLIST

posted on: April 13, 2020 don’t post/copy my work without my permission ©

You could feel your phone falling out of your hand as Taehyung’s words echoed in your head. The sun rays hitting your face didn’t feel so warm anymore and it was almost like a cold stream washed over you as you sat there, frozen.

It really was like a wave with emotions hit you and as you looked over at the sweetest boy snoring beside you, you felt your heart break a little. He looked so peaceful with his eyes closed, his long lashes hitting his soft skin as his chest heaved up and down. You wondered quietly how it will feel in a few weeks when your bed will be cold and empty without him...

Bird’s song outside the window made him stir in his sleep and yawn as he slowly opened his puffy eyes. As soon as he saw you a heartwarming smile broke out on his face and for a few seconds everything in the world was meaningless except this.

“Goo’ morning,” he mumbled, his hair a total mess around his head as he reached for you. He embraced your hips as he tried to drag you down with him. You shrieky laugh escaped your throat in surprise as you landed on his chest, he rubbed his nose against your cheek before kissing it. “Mhmm, my noona,” he mumbled while pecking your soft skin.

His raspy voice and lovey-dovey actions made you flush, "my googie," you mumbled back, "did you sleep well, sweetheart?"

He seemed to keen at the pet name and arch his back as you let your finger run through his silky locks. He hummed and buried his face between your shoulder and throat and before you could react he had already begun sucking on the sensitive area.

A soft gasp fell from your lips by the feeling of his mouth on your neck and his warm body pressed against yours. You hadn’t really had the time to think through what happened yesterday, everything from kissing Jeongguk to him fingering you in one of the bathrooms in the club. You almost thought you had ruined your relationship but by the way his lips moved against your skin you calmed down a bit

Eventually, he pulled away, his big hand cupping your cheek as he stared into your eyes. His were sparkling with warmness and something you couldn't pinpoint as he leaned in, his hot breath tickling your lips before he closed the remaining distance between the two of you. His kiss was nothing like your first, this time it was soft and slow almost like he didn’t want it to end. With your eyes closed you began moving your lips against his with just as much gentleness, feeling his heart against yours.

All your worries and thoughts about future heartbreaks disappeared with him. It was like magic, the way he just captured you and everything felt good again. His soft lips and steady hands as he let them roam down your back and hips, making you break out in a sheepish big smile. Jeongguk only mirrored you and soon your stuipd grins had broken the kiss as you just smiled at one other. A laugh escaping you.

“You’re so pretty,” he whispered, almost for himself, while brushing his long fingers through your hair. Petting your head as the stars in his eyes gleamed at you, “really, why are you so bewitching, noona?”

You felt your cheeks heat up, “Bewitching?” you repeated, a humorous grin playing on your new-kissed lips, “Where can you possibly have learned that word, guk?”

“Ehm, on a k-drama?” he said, the tips of his ears turning a shade darker.

You snorted softly before framing his face in your hands, cupping his rounded cheeks and following his lip line with the tip of your thumb, “But you’re wrong, cause’ there’s only one bewitching person in this room and it’s you Jeongguk. The most gorgeous man I’ve ever met.”

Silence emerged between you two and slowly Jeongguk’s blinding smile faded away. “Man?” he repeated your word in a whisper, “D-did you just call me a man?”

“Yeah, I did...” you said suddenly afraid you might have offended him but before you could apologize his whole face lit up and he turned you over making you laugh.

He giggled as he kissed you again, his hips planting themself between your legs letting you feel the very obvious morning boner he had working for himself. As he kept biting and sucking your lips you could almost swear his were made just for you. So sweet and soft and while you let your finger tracing the scar down his naked back he started grinding against you.

He moaned quietly as you locked your legs around his hips forcing his hard cock to get friction against your clothed core. His sweaty back muscles tensed under your hands and the warmness steaming off his most intimate part.

“Ah, please…” he whimpered and thrusted against you, his eagerness very apparent, “touch meee…”

His words went directly down to your cunt, making you clench around nothing and feel how your panties started to get damped. You kissed his neck, the place under his earlobe and he yelped as his dick twitched in excitement. Almost on command your fingers wandered down his chest to his crotch, palming the bulge over his pyjama pants feeling how thick and long he really was. Your eyes bulged out in surprise, you knew he was big but not this huge.

“Oh, what a big cock my baby boy has,” you purred right in his ear and he cried out in shock as you slipped your hand inside his boxers. Fingers wrapping around his girthy length as you pulled his underwear down, leaving his cock to stand proudly against his stomach showing off all the mouth-watering veins and precum leaking from the angry tip. “Pretty,” you whispered before and began stroking it up and down in a faster pace than what he was used to.

His whole body almost went slack at the intense pleasure from your hand but before he could crush you, you turned him around still with your fingers pinching the tip of his cock making him choke on air.

“I-it f-feels so go-ood,” he whined while pounding up in your cupped hand, his hefty balls jerking as he neared his end. “Ah, don’t stop!” he closed his eyes and spread his legs wider for you to use his cock however you’d like.

“Yeah, it feels just as good as when you were grinding against me in your sleep? Huh?” you sneered, tightening your grip around him causing a loud whine escaping his sinful lips. “Yeah, I know what a dirty boy you are, gukkie, I was awake.” And like the knowledge of you knowing what he did in his sleep made him even more desperate to cum now.

“I’m s-sorry, noona,” he cried as you jerked him off, the wet sound of your hand’s fast movements filling the room, “I-i couldn’t help it!”

“It’s okay, baby,” you cooed, tugging on his hair forcing his neck to be exposed, he gasped. And like you had expected was it full hickeys from the night before, gleaming with a thin layer of sweat. “Just be a good boy and cum when I let you,” you smirked and it was like you couldn’t control yourself from licking it all the way down to his abs, feeling the soft skin over the hard muscles. You kept sucking while bringing your tongue out to taste his salty skin until you face to face with his thick cock. You licked a fat strip from the base to the tip, cupping his tight balls in your other hand as you started sucking on the head, tasting the sweet taste of his precum.

“AHH!” he actually squealed as you sucked in your cheeks and began bobbing your head up and down his shaft. You knew this was his first blowjob but you couldn’t help yourself from being a little mean. Instead of letting him trust up in your throat you laid all your weight on his thick thighs so he couldn’t move. “I’m cumming noona…” he breathed, his face scrunched up in pleasing pain and you lifted your head up to smile.

“Then cum.”

He threw back his head against the pillow, a piercing cry leaving him as he let himself reach his orgasm. You kept stroking the rest of his leght you couldn’t fit in your mouth as the heavy shoots of cum began to fill you, and you were quick to swallow it all, milking him to the last drop. It was a lot, Jeongguk cum never seemed to stop painting the inside of your cheeks white but eventually it did.

Slowly, you removed your lips from his sensitive cock, his whimpers toning out while you wiped your mouth. “You okay?” you asked as you returned by his side, caressing his long bangs away from his eyes.

“Yeah,” he breathed, a small smile creeping on his lips while he unhurriedly opened his eyes. “Thank you.”

You giggled before kissing him again, taking his face between your hands and letting yourself feel the love he was radiating.

“Noona…” he eventually mumbled, his voice sounding a little uncertain, while pulling away, “W-what are we now?”

His chest was still heaving up and down from his climax and his face flushed with bashfulness.

“You mean like in our relationship?” you whispered, not breaking your intimate eye-contact. Jeongguk nodded, nervously biting his lip but you wouldn’t allow that, “It is whatever you want us to be,” you simply said and gave him another soft kiss making him smile. “You decide.”

At last you had taken Jeongguk to an amusement park and to say he was happy would not be enough to describe his excitement. It was the sound of Jeongguk’s joyful laughter that woke you up from your daze. Even though you tried not to think about it— Taehyung words from your fight or his text had been filling your mind the last few days. Even when you were with Jeongguk, you couldn't fully appreciate him as you didn’t know how many days left you had with him. So taking him to the carnival that he’s been talking about for weeks was just a little thing you could do.

Jeongguk had just finished one of the bigger rides of the park, his messy hair and his flushed cheeks making it obvious for anyone to figure out. And by the sight of his happy state, you couldn’t keep yourself from smiling.

“How was it?” you asked as you handed him his cotton candy.

You two had already ridden that roller coaster earlier but as the overexcited soul he was— he had wanted to go for another ride and then another until you told him to do it alone, otherwise you might actually had spilled your guts out.

“It was soo fun!” he grinned and sat down beside you on the bench, his nose crinkling so adorably as he took a bite of the sweetness off cloud in his hand. And his Bambi-eyes lit up at the sugar taste, “wow,” he whispered in awe.

You scoffed at his cuteness, it really was like taking a child to the festivals for the first time. Jeongguk’s liveliness made your heart ache, how could someone so pure and kind have to go back to being a bunny in the end of this month? Jeongguk kept chewing on his cotton candy and even offered you some but you gently denied, you had eaten it before.

“Oh, noona, can’t we also do that?!” he asked and pointed toward a couple that was taking cute selfies with each other. “Taking pictures, I mean?” he added as he saw them kissing each other making him ashamedly look away.

You snorted softly before taking your phone out. “Sure,” you laughed as he quickly wiped the sugar away from the corners of his mouth. As you raised your phone higher in the air to fit both of you in the frame Jeongguk leaned in and you started taking pictures. One was with you two just doing silly faces, another with you smiling and the last few with you kissing his cheek and him smiling shyly.

You smiled at the selfies of you and him on your phone.

The hour before the amusement park closed it supposed would be a performance there. You and Jeongguk had decided to not watch it as Jeongguk had noticed the subtle sadness that painted your face when he wasn’t looking. He was worried but before he could ask you why the loud bass of a song a few meters away from you two made you both stop in your tracks. Even though you were near the exit you looked over to the stage where a large group of boys were dancing to the song “Rainism” by Rain and Jeongguk apparently recognized it as well.

“Oh, I know this!” he exclaimed and before he knew it, you had dragged him toward the show.

Jeongguk had spend a lot of his time these months watching and practicing k-pop dances in front of your TV so when this opportunity came you wouldn’t let him miss it. Jeongguk started dancing and moving with the beat, surprisingly confident about the dance moves of the official dance. These type of performances were mostly famous for inviting random people up to dance with them so it wasn’t that shocking when Jeongguk was dragged up.

He obviously loved it, by judging of his smile and laugh as he just fitted perfectly in with the other professional dancers. At the end of the dance Jeongguk hurried to run to you, lifting you up in a hug so affected by his excitement.

“Noona, did you see that?!” he yelled over all the loud noises and spun you around.

“Of course, you were so good!” you blurted out and hugged him back.

“Hey, excuse me!” a guy, with silver colored hair, in your age said beside you. Jeongguk gently let you go and turned to the new guy. “You were amazing man, are you a dancer?”

Jeongguk, a little taken back that a stranger was taking to him, shook his head. “Eh, no I just do it for fun…”

“Well, damn,” the guy laughed, “I’m Park Jimin by the way,” he said and reached for a card in his pocket. “And I work for an agency that’s looking for new back up dancers, give us a call if you’re interested!”

You three talk a little more before parting, Jimin really being sure to praise Jeongguk for his sharp and precise moves before saying goodbye. On the train ride home Jeongguk couldn’t stop smiling and holding your hand, it was like the sun rays were shining on him even though it was dark.

“Thank you for taking me there,” he eventually mumbled, his nose rubbing lovingly against your temple before kissing it. “I really enjoyed today with you noona.”

“Yeah, me too.” You laughed. “That guy, Jimin, even recognizes your talent for dancing. How do you feel about that?”

“It was perfect.” He whispered and he was right. Too perfect.

“Wait, he invited you into his apartment?!” you gasped as Mina quickly hushed you with a finger against your lips.

“God, when you say it like that it makes it sound like something totally different!” she mumbled and closed the cap of the copier. Her blonde hair was tied in a loose bun on her head making the rosy blush on her cheeks, she always had when she thought about her neighbor, even more obvious, “He just felt bad that I was locked out of my apartment. Nothing happened, we just talked.”

“Uh-huh,” you smirked and wiggled your eyebrows, “Talked about what?”

“Well, if you must know, we chatted about our professions and apparently, he’s a doctor—,”

“Ohh, what kind of doctor?” you asked but before she could answer a loud cry made you both turn around.

A girl, one of your many co-workers you hadn’t had the time to get to know, ran the fastest she could in her heels down the long hallway. Not only was tears streaming down her face as she tightly held her blouse together but her hair and makeup were ruined.

You and Mina quickly exchanged looks, you clearly more surprised than what she was.

“What was—?”

Mina just sighed as she collected the newly copied documents for the next meeting. “Lee Howon-nim’s second secretary for the mouth,” she began explaining and you followed her suit as she started walking back toward the room where the meeting was gonna take place. “You know he’s that type of boss who hires young girls to use and then later fires them when he’s done with them.”

You furrowed your brows in disgust, not only was he an asshole but also a shameless pervert who abused his power for sexual pleasure in his workspace? You shuddered.

“And, God, I wonder if he also did that when he had a wife, wouldn’t surprise me,” Mina kept going as she handed you half of the stack of the papers to place out.

“How have you even managed to work for him for so long?” you asked and she just shrugged.

You two finished up getting the room ready but unexpectedly your phone rang. Normally, you would be surprised as not many people called you that often, only your parents or Taehyung, but as you had taught Jeongguk how to use your landline phone a few days ago you couldn’t help but smile as you saw the contact name.

“Hi, googie,” you greeted him with a little too sweet voice for Mina not to notice.

“Noona!” you heard on the other side of the line, “I miss you!”

“You just saw me this morning,” you laughed and bit your lip, clenching your thighs together as flashbacks from this morning filled your head. He whined at that, his tone revealing how much he hated when you teased him. “Plus, I told you not to call me until my lunch break.”

“I’m s-sorry, but my reason for calling is important!” he exclaimed, “You forgot your lunchbox at home!”

That had actually happened before but then you would go down to the mall and buy something but now when Jeongguk officially was okay with going outside in public places and you missed him— you had an idea.

“Oh, did I?” you mumbled and scratched the back of your head as a small smile was tugging on the corner of your mouth, “Then maybe you could come here and eat with me and bring my lunch with you?”

“Can I, really?” he asked and you could almost hear how much he was smiling into the phone. You hummed as a reply making him giggle excitingly, “Okay, noona! I’ll be there in about an hour, bye!”

You snorted, amused, as you hung up and put your phone away. Those butterflies in your stomach were back as you shyly brushed a strand of hair behind your ear trying real hard to get into working mode again. But the sound of Mina clearing her throat made you look up.

“Googie?” Mina repeated the sappy nickname, forcing your already flushed cheeks to grow even hotter, “What did he want?”

“He said that he’ll just bring my lunch box here, apparently I forgot it.”

Mina smiled, “You know, you and your boyfriend are really cute.”

“Thanks,” you said in a small voice, and this time you didn't have to feel bad about her words, Because this time it was kinda true.

Jeongguk was thrilled as he neared the building where you worked. He didn’t really have time the last time he was here to admire how wide the etrence was or how clean the big glass windows in the lobby were. But the one thing he remembered and still did; was that damn dog.

The same freaking dog that scared the living out of him the first day he turned human. The dog was sitting outside with a leash attached to a pillar, showing off the brand new spike collar around its neck. But surprisingly, Jeongguk didn’t run away when the wolflike creature sneered and growled at the people walking by. The dog now loudly barking, reminding him of pictures of excruciating pain in his back and blood, so much blood and cold, freezing cold- making him shiver. No, he shook his head, he wasn’t a small bunny anymore but a man.

With his head high, Jeongguk strolled past the aggressive dog and headed for the elevator with your lunch in his bag. He was smiling so big and when someone else also entered the elevator and met his eyes they probably thought he was crazy. Which was true. He was a maniac for you, only having fond memories of you and your beauty.

As the elevator door dinged he walked out, the warmness inside of him only expanded as he laid his eyes on your form. You were typing something on your computer, with that adorable scowl between your brows, as you focused on whatever task you were dealing with and like you were expecting him you looked up and found his gaze on you. Just as he was about to wave, a familiar stone faced man dressed in a suit walked past him making Jeongguk freeze up.

Even though it was just for a few seconds, Jeongguk had seen enough to recognize the guy’s face— he could point out that face in a dark room and still know who that was. Like a shower of cold water hit him, Jeongguk turned around on the spot, lips formed into a straight line as he stared at the back of the man’s head as he headed for the elevator.

Scenes of his worst nightmares flashed before his eyes, it was him as a rabbit— living a peaceful life but that man hurt the only one that gave Jeongguk food and eventually made that kind soul flee, leaving Jeongguk alone with that monster. He was the same man who let his beast to dog use a bunny as a toy and just laugh at it. The man who was now smirking as he talks with someone over the phone, his big nose and small crooked eyes the same as the day Jeongguk last saw him.

His last owner.

On the other side of the room, you had noticed Jeongguk’s obvious distraction and before you could reach him, he started running as the door to the elevators closed . Running toward the staircase and without any hesitation you dropped whatever you were doing and followed him.

“Jeongguk!” you yelled as you bolted down the many steps of the stairs. “Wait! Where you going?!”

But he didn’t answer because his focus was only directed on reaching the ground level where he knew the elevator with the man would stop. So he ran, his longer legs carrying him quicker down than yours as you tried to keep up.

Eventually, after a lot of rushing and sweat, you both reached the lobby— Jeongguk a few meters in front of you as he kept running to catch up with Lee Howon, all the way to the parking lot.

“Jeongguk, wait!” you called with your breath uneven, “What are you—,”

Jeongguk barely turned around, eyes black with termination as he still stared at the man who was not leaning against his expensive car, “That man. Who’s he?”

“Lee Howon-nim? He’s my boss, why—,” you began but he didn’t stay to hear the rest as he began running again. And you couldn’t do anything but watch while he grabbed your boss by the collar and smashed his clenched fist the hardest he could in Lee Howon’s face.

Oh, fuck, how would this end?

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thesecondcircleofkel · 5 years

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Overwhelming

Tamaki x Reader x Mirio

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Request: : "Hi! Can I please request a scenario of mirio, tamaki, and Tamaki's fem!so having a threesome?(I feel like sin because it seems that's all I've been requesting) I am curious after reading the nsfw alphabet you wrote for Tamaki. Thank you very much"

Warnings: technically NSFW, but nothing too graphic, more fluff than anything

Notes: I went ahead and just made this a full polyamorous relationship. I also intended for this to be a lot steamier, but...the fluff just kept writing itself.

Tamaki often wondered how he managed to survive with two lovers. It was so much to handle for him on a regular basis, the near constant affection that left him so breathless and faint that he honestly felt like he would pass out because of it, all of the touches that left his knees shaking, the kisses that made his heart feel like it was going to burst out of his chest, those words of endearment that left him choked up- it would have been too much for him to deal with coming from just one person, but coming from two people? He truly couldn’t fathom how he survived it.

That’s all thanks to his own timid nature, though; if it wasn’t for that shyness, he wouldn’t have any issues at all with the love that he received, but even if it was overwhelming at times, he still wouldn’t trade it for the world. You and Mirio made him feel safe, wanted. With the two of you in his corner, with all of the encouragements and support that you gave him, he felt like he could conquer the world. You helped to ease his anxieties; you made him realize the strength that had always laid within him. The two of you meant everything to him, so even if his face turned crimson with every affectionate word or action, even if he sometimes struggled to properly respond to that affection, he would still do anything for either of you.

It wasn’t just how the two of you treated him, either; how you interacted with each other also left his heart feeling so full. With as much love you as you showed him, you showed the same amount of love for each other, as well. Every smile that you shared, every kiss, every word of support- being able to witness all of it made Tamaki strive to do better, to be able to fully reciprocate the love that you showed him and each other. He never imagined that he would fall in love with more than one person like this, much less his best friends, but it had happened, and he didn’t regret it for a second.

Of course, the love didn’t stop at sweet gestures and words. There was a very passionate and carnal side to your relationship, as well, and just thinking about all of the things that the three of you had done turned Tamaki into a blundering mess. The thought of doing anything sexual had made him so nervous at first, but you and Mirio never pushed him to do anything he wasn’t ready for, always encouraging him and letting him move things forward at his own pace. When he finally was ready to take that final enormous leap, your first time together had been so perfect, filled with love and passion as the three of you explored each other’s bodies. It had been a long night, but it was well worth it in the end, and the three of you had hardly been able to keep your hands off each other since then.

Tamaki was already so flustered by romantic gestures, but sexual advances had an even greater effect on him. He was almost embarrassed by how easy it was for you and Mirio to wind him up, but neither of you ever left him wanting for long, all three of you always so eager to please one another. A coy look from you and a confident, enticing grin from Mirio was all that it took to get Tamaki in his current position. He was a panting, keening mess as your welcoming heat encased him, your velvet walls fluttering around him as he was forced to thrust into you by Mirio, who was also getting lost in the feeling of Tamaki’s body as he was buried to the hilt inside of him.

It wasn’t the first time that three of you had been intertwined this way, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last. As meek as he had been towards the beginning of the sexual side of your relationship, this was his favorite way to be with both of you. He felt a little depraved because of it, the debauchery of the situation not lost on him at all, but those feelings never lasted for long. Why would he feel dirty or embarrassed when he was so close to both of his lovers, trapped in their embraces, surrounded by their love, and feeling them both in the most intimate way possible?

It could be a bit overwhelming, though. There was just so much for him to focus on, so many sensations playing with his body. The softness of your body beneath his hands, the way your lips sloppily locked with his or nibbled and sucked at his neck, how your nails dragged against his back with each hard thrust from Mirio, Mirio’s strong and comforting hands trailing down his sides, the feeling of Mirio’s solid muscles pressing against him, how full he felt because of Mirio, the burning heat that consumed him- any of those feelings on their own would have been so much more for him to deal with, but all of them together?

It was a wonder that he was even capable of thought at that point, and if it hadn’t been for Mirio keeping him steady, he surely would have fallen against you already, his body limp from the tidal waves of pleasure that kept crashing against him. The two of you always knew how much he could handle, though, never giving him more than he could bear but getting close enough to it that he was almost in tears because of how amazing you made him feel. His body felt so tight, so tense, like he would snap in two at any moment, but the two of you strived to hold him together, and just as he was reaching the brink of everything being too much for him, your walls seized him in a vice grip, their rhythmic pulsing around him divulging your euphoric bliss.

The sweetest call of his and Mirio’s names passed through your lips, that saccharine sound running straight through Tamaki and causing the tightly coiled bundles of pleasure within him to finally burst. Not even Mirio could hold him up then, his head leaning on your collarbone as his body shook with ecstasy, his choked gasps falling against your skin. You held onto him, running your fingers through his hair, your voice practically singing as you soothed him through Mirio’s continued movements. That intimate sight was more than enough to send Mirio over the edge, as well, his heart filled with the most wonderful of emotions as every nerve in his body kindled with pleasure.

Tamaki once again found himself tucked in between you and Mirio, although this time you were all laying down together, still lost in the bliss of your union. Gentle touches from both of you fluttered around his body, calming him as you both whispered praises to him, telling him how amazing he was and how much you loved him. The ecstasy was one thing, but afterwards, during the afterglow when both of his lovers showered him with assurances and affection, that was when Tamaki truly felt at peace. Any doubts or fears that he had about your relationship were all wiped away by the love that flowed between the three of you; you truly completed each other, and the bliss, the pure serenity of that, made all of those overwhelming feelings worth it.

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fandom-addicts-yeah · 6 years

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Paladins Kissing Headcanons

Hey y’all! In honor of the amazing season 7 of Voltron, I've decided to do some fluff overdose kissing headcanons for some of the characters!

!!! If you guys want a part two, or anything else Voltron related, just shoot me some asks! I'm in a Voltron mood anyways :)

I would have gotten this out sooner, but I got attacked by moths last night and I was too traumatized to continue :"(

(I did the Pidge part with the help of mod Ale btw!)

~mod Sarah

Lance Mcclain:

- As much as he wants everyone to believe that he is a romance pro, he’s only kissed one person in his entire life before and that is because of some stupid spin the bottle game he played when he was like 12.

- Let’s just say that it didn’t end that well.

- He secretly hates himself for doing it, because now he’s disappointed that his first kiss wasn’t special or with someone he loved.

- (yes, he is that much of a sap, thank you very much).

- I feel like Lance would be one who really enjoys non-lips kisses.

- Now, don’t get me wrong, he absolutely adores kissing your lips, but his inexperience just makes him really self-conscious about it.

- He’s afraid that he might do something wrong and then you’d be disgusted and never want to kiss him ever again.

- Even though he may be exaggerating, he’s not risking it.

- Back to the non-lips kisses; He just finds them really intimate.

- When you cuddle, he loves pressing lingering kisses to your forehead or temple.

-And when you’re face to face he leaves a short smooch on the tip of your nose, just to see your face scrunch up in that cute way it always does.

- When he’s feeling playful, he pampers your whole face with small kisses, until you’re both laughing too much to be able to continue.

- He is totally someone that would leave these long and sloppy cheek kisses with a loud and exaggerated “muah!” whenever he’s trying to annoy you.

- But he’s so sweet how can he annoy anyone tbh.

- With Lance, neck kisses always turn him into a horny, blushing mess, so don’t do that unless you’re up for some sexy times.

-Most of the time (especially at the start of your relationship), you’ll be the one to initiate lip kisses.

- Play with his hair, I’m begging of you, he adores it.

- His lips are extremely soft and slightly plump, so it truly compensates with his initial awkwardness.

- No, really, his kisses feel like they’re sent from heaven because of this.

- What kind of magical chapstick is this boy using??

Keith Kogane:

- Someone please help this boy.

- He is somehow even more clueless about this than Lance and that says a lot.

- I’m sorry to say this and, as much as I adore Keith, he is a terrible kisser.

- He knows that your lips have to touch but??? what happens after that?? he has no idea.

- The first time you kissed him (yes, of course you initiated the kiss, this boy couldn’t even dream of trying to kiss you), he went rigid and his face flushed redder than his armor.

- He might have accidentally kept his eyes opened the whole time. (he totally did).

- It was such an awkward experience, because, as he literally forgot to kiss back, you thought that he didn’t like you that way and that you’ve ruined your friendship and oh god.

- He eventually just stops your blabbering of apologies and admits that he has never been in a relationship before, so therefore he has no idea how to kiss.

- But you know that everything can be learned with a little bit of practice, right? ;)

- When he gets more comfortable with giving and receiving affection, Keith loves kissing you!

- His lips are thin and slightly rough and chapped, but even so his kisses feel really passionate.

- The feeling of his lips grazing your skin ever-so-slightly while his hot breath fanning against you is something you truly cannot get enough of.

- He loves nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck from behind and leaving small and sloppy kisses, especially while you're working on something.

- He loves you hands: holding them, kissing them, putting them against his cheek, rubbing his thumb in soft, comforting circles on them.

- It distracts him from his problems and helps him relax.

- It's basically the only PDA he approves of, but it's just the sweetest thing.

- If you accept training with him (good luck, his exercises are hell), he would totally be the type to give you short kisses in between exercises.

- He calls them rewards for you, but we all know who they are really for.

Katie Holt (Pidge):

- She has never kissed before either and yet she's still better at it than Lance.

- I wouldn't say she is self conscious or something, she just isn't one for PDA. She prefers affection behind closed doors, just like Keith.

- So when she kisses your cheek in public it is pretty much a miracle.

- She usually likes to cuddle when you're alone of course and then she sometimes kisses your face in places like forehead, temple and cheeks.

- She also likes and it's the cutest thing ever to be kissed on her forehead, she finds it really reassuring.

- Take her glasses off and and gently lift up her bangs and then kiss her she will m e l t on the spot.

- Now, about lip-to-lip kisses, the first time you kissed, she acted like she knew what she was doing, so naturally she kissed back.

- But after you separated, all she said was a soft, breathless 'woah' and then pecked your lips again, and again.

- She really enjoys kisses, but she wants all of them to be special, so it's not a frequent sight.

- Also, she gets extremely flustered when you put your head in the crook of her neck and tell her sweet words.

- This usually happens when she refuses to go to sleep and stays up all night to work on something.

- Let's just say that you distract her too much for her to be able to continue working, so Pidge finally gets a good night's sleep.

- By the way, to get her to fall asleep, all you have to do is play a little with her hair and she's gone, okay?

- Her body is surprisingly warm so she makes an amazing cuddle companion (if you ever succeed at getting her to cuddle with you, damn that workaholic pigeon).

- Her lips are pretty thin, but admirably soft and every time she kisses you they stretch out into a tender and genuine smile.

- She literally cannot kiss you without smiling, funking dork. :")

- She's an angel, a sassy angel, protecc the frick out of her please.

Hunk Garrett:

- He is the sweetest boy and, to be honest, him and Matt Holt's ponytail saved me from the sadness of season 7.

- He hasn't kissed many people before, but he's pretty much a natural at it.

- He is a little shy about PDA at first, but it takes him almost no time to warm-up.

- After that he absolutely loves kissing you in public!

- His favorite type of kisses have to be lip kisses. They’re quite a common choice, but to him they mean much more than he let's on.

- All of his kisses are extremely soft. His lips are also full and quite fluffy, so it just adds up in softness and gives you the ultimate kissing experience!

- He also loves giving you butterfly kisses all over, especially when you two cuddle (which happens a lot, mind you).

- With Hunk, longer kisses always lead to cuddling, no exception.

- And in those cuddle sessions, Hunk basically engulfs you with his whole body into his warmth and its just the best feeling ever okay?

- He usually hugs you from the side and kisses either your cheek or your temple.

- He absolutely loves it when you initiate kisses though.

- It makes him feel extra loved when you wrap your arms around his neck without any warning and kiss him full on the lips.

- He blushes constantly when you're around, especially within the first months of your relationship.

- When he's feeling down, all you have to do is smile at him and he'd automatically feel 10 times better.

- Long embraces are his favorite. Just holding you close to his heart while feeling his body relax due to your warmth makes him really sleepy and most of the time drags you to bed afterwards.

- I really need a hug from Hunk wtaf.

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~ mod Sarah

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artificialqueens · 6 years

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claustrophilia (raja x raven) - goneawaygirl

She hates the coiled anticipation that rides low in her gut - that combination of adrenaline and wariness that is in no way appropriate for entering her own home. But it’s persistent; a sharp ache that intensifies momentarily when she unlocks the front door and finds Raja draped over the couch, barely discernible in the dark as she sits up at Raven’s approach

a/n: this bitch finally answered a prompt. this is a straight-up reunion fic because, like many of you, I am a sap starved for the rapport of men in wigs. thanks to dylann for the constant reinforcement of emotional toil. @the anon who asked for a dominant Raven, here ya go.

Cw: smut, slight d/s, swearing, Trader Joe’s wine section

The porch light is on when Raven pulls into her driveway, body ready to give out from the sheer physical exertion of the day. Good. That means Raja can’t have been waiting for too long.

Raven is not always sure what she’s supposed to expect from Raja. Or Sutan, for that matter. That doesn’t mean she doesn’t know where they stand in the grand scheme of things – they’re best friends, business partners, and occasional fuckbuddies. That’s not the difficult part. But with the breakneck pace of their careers, and the necessitated flexibility, they switch gears from one aspect to another with a sometimes dizzying speed.

The allegory holds tonight – it’s three in the morning, and Raven has endured six hours of filming, a surprise guest appearance at Club 340, and a maddening commute from Riverside to Los Angeles to Pomona, and finally back to Riverside. And somehow, amidst all the driving, the tucking, the untucking, the bitching, the wiggery and riggery and conflama (thanks, Alyssa), Raja somehow managed to invite herself over, claiming Morgan had already agreed to give her a ride.

And it makes sense - they haven’t seen each other in three months. Raven would be lying if she said she hadn’t missed Raja in more ways than one. Well, she’s mostly missed how easy it is to just be with Raja…once they establish the mood. Which brings her back to the current debate. Raja had been chipper for the most part today - more than any queen had the right to be, in Raven’s opinion. And when she’d grabbed Raven’s hand, wheedling an invitation to “Trader Joe’s wine and bitching” out of her (Raja’s words, not hers), she had seemed nothing but genuinely excited to catch up.

Raven snorts, grabbing her suitcase from the trunk of the car and carting it to the front door, moving carefully over the gravel in the heels for which she forgot to bring a replacement. When you spend a month filming out of drag, you get out of practice for some of the smaller things.

She doubts Raja is still awake, the old man - but she’s aware that she’s trying to lower her own expectations. And Raven - Raven doesn’t like expecting things unless she’s absolutely sure of their manifestation.

Raven hates the coiled anticipation that rides low in her gut - that combination of adrenaline and wariness that is in no way appropriate for entering her own home. But it’s persistent; a sharp ache that intensifies momentarily as she unlocks the front door and finds Raja draped over the couch, barely discernible in the dark as she sits up at Raven’s approach.

“So you didn’t forget where I keep the spare key,” Raven says. “Or the pajamas.” Raja’s laugh is sleepy and scratched, as she pushes her hair off her face and self-consciously adjusts the long, black tank top she’d culled from Raven’s closet.

“It hasn’t been that long,” Raja says, rising to fold Raven into her arms. “And I don’t have Alzheimer’s yet, bitch.”

“Don’t joke about that,” Raven responds, painted nails scratching along Raja’s shoulders. Naming the disease is somehow harsher than simply memory loss or the obvious age jokes. Maybe it’s just the hour, maybe it’s that she had expected to be home sooner, but something about Raja’s self-deprecation stings.

“Ok, jeez,” Raja says, but it’s soft in Raven’s ear. It’s an acquiescence.

When she pulls away from the embrace, the only light in the room is falling across Raja’s face, striping her in incandescence. In the dark, it’s easy to see why Raja thrives. By daylight, the kinds of transgressions she chooses might be questioned — but here, the way her eyes catch what little illumination the blinds allow is perfectly at ease with the night’s limbic uncertainty.

“I fucking missed you,” Raja says, her words rasping against the soft, rhythmic ticking of the wall clock. Raven hums in agreement, regarding their artificially equal height with a small amount of satisfaction.

“I know,” Raven says, smiling. “I’m sorry this happened — you didn’t have to wait up for me.”

“No apologies. Seriously. You’re here now,” Raja says, reaching around Raven to grab her suitcase, and pulling it next to the couch. Raven wants very much to protest (she knows her way around her own house, thank you very much), but then Raja is squeezing her hands, her fingers finding pressure points that Raven never remembers.

Raven closes her eyes instinctually. In total darkness, her other senses are bolstered, and she can feel the certainty of Raja’s thumbs as they knead into the valley between her thumb and pointer finger.

Raja lets out a soft chuckle of acknowledgement, moving to focus on Raven’s wrists. Raven hears her more acutely now - the scuff of Raja’s bare feet as they shift on the laminate flooring, the way her breath matches up to her focus as she works on what Raven can only describe as possible pre-carpal tunnel.

“Fuck, you’re good,” Raven groans, mentally leaning in to Raja’s presence. Raja’s hands still their movements, instead just…resting on Raven’s wrist.

“Again,” Raja says, just loud enough that it’s between a whisper and a mandate. “Say that again.”

Oh. So they are going to have this Raja tonight. Raven swallows, as her body starts to relax and tense into a different posture. It’s a pattern that she’s tired of categorizing, but she can’t deny that, physically, she has no problem relating to Raja.

“You’re good with your hands, you fucking egotist,” Raven says, paying careful attention to the goosebumps Raja’s hands leave as they trail up her arms, surpassing her biceps to rest at her throat.

“You always say the sweetest things,” Raja counters, her fingers sliding into Raven’s disgustingly sweaty hair. And that - the sensation of Raja’s hands digging into Raven’s scalp - gives her pause, even as Raja leans forward to mouth at the side of her neck.

“Wait - ah,” Raven gasps, yet again cursing the fact that sometimes, her entire body turns into one erogenous zone under Raja’s teeth and tongue. “I need to take a fucking shower.”

“Mm, it’s late,” Raja mumbles into Raven’s neck. “Can shower in the morning.”

“Maybe you can,” Raven says, honestly trying not to bend her head back, not to expose her throat so Raja won’t move just the slightest bit left and down, toward her collarbones. “But I still got a full face. This shit needs to come off.”

Raja steps back, presumably to protest, but something makes her hold her breath and she just stares at Raven.

“What?” Raven asks, and it comes out a little more winded and anticipatory than what either of them could call decent. Raja doesn’t reply, instead moving one hand to hover over Raven’s cheek, then tracing the slope of her nose, the cut of her jaw, and finally, deliberately, letting two fingers put the slightest pressure on her lower lip.

“It does need to come off,” Raja says, and it’s absentmindedly reverent. Raven can’t help it; she preens a little under the praise, and opens her mouth to lick the pads of Raja’s fingers. She keeps her gaze trained on Raja, whose eyes flutter shut when Raven sucks on her fingers.

With a groan, Raja slides her fingers out, and cups Raven’s cheek before practically falling into a kiss. One hand moves under the waistband of Raven’s jeans, clawing at her ass, and Raven automatically rolls her hips against Raja.

Fuck. Raja is barely giving her room to breathe, biting and sucking at Raven’s bottom lip, her hands traveling from Raven’s ass to just above her sacrum to her waist. She’s so caught up in the closeness of Raja’s body, that she feels a sense of disorientation when Raja grabs her by her biceps, and pushes her against the nearest wall.

Raven stumbles a little in the heels, and exhales sharply as Raja takes a moment to regard her again, one thumb tracing the sure-to-be fucked outline of her lips. Raven looks away, quickly enough that Raja’s hand doesn’t even drop back to her side.

“I look a fucking mess –”

“Yeah,” Raja says, before she’s grasping Raven’s chin and bringing her back. “It’s incredible.”

Bitch, Raven thinks. Raja is undeniable like this. Raven is using every fucking ounce of self-restraint to hold her own against Raja’s gaze, and Raja’s fingers on her chin are intimating the loss of a battle she hasn’t even had the chance to prepare for.

When Raja puts her hands on Raven’s waist, keeping her pinned to the wall, Raven is almost grateful. Raja kisses down her throat, sinking to her knees and unbuckling Raven’s belt, shuffling her jeans down to her shoes, pausing for a moment to run a hand over the shiny pleather.

And Raven really means to pull Raja back up toward her; to give them both a chance to rethink this precarity, or at the very least move them more comfortably toward the bedroom. But somewhere between impulse and execution, Raja is pressing an open-mouthed kiss to Raven’s thigh, and Raven’s hands are in Raja’s hair and she yanks back instead of up and Raja is staring at her with that magnetic gaze and Raven is saying yes instead of wait.

So Raja smiles, and presses a kiss to Raven’s hipbone, and lets Raven’s white-knuckled hands guide her back to her groin. For a moment, Raja just breathes, regarding Raven’s cock, already hard under a layer of fabric, and Raven’s own breath stutters. In a swift, careful motion, Raja brings Raven’s briefs down as well, and her hot, beautiful mouth is on Raven.

Raven’s head falls back against the wall, and it should be painful, but it’s more of a hollow emphasis when she has more important things to focus on. Like pushing Raja’s hair away from her face to watch her take Raven with a skill that’s frighteningly casual. Like sorting through the flashes of thought and desire that come at her, unbidden, and somewhat inappropriate. In between moments of yes and holy fuck there’s a stream of Sutan is so fucking gorgeous how is he this fucking beautiful his hands his cheekbones his throat his–

“God,” Raven expels, as Raja palms the back of Raven’s thighs and takes her as far as she can go. “I’m gonna…you’re –”

With Raja on her knees, attentive and insatiable, it doesn’t take long for Raven to feel that push and buzz expand throughout her body, looping over and over until the heat of Raja’s mouth is exquisite and unbearable. And then Raja’s fucking watching her fall apart, her cheeks hollowed and her eyes on Raven’s face. Raven puts one hand against the wall to steady herself on weak knees, the other still fisting Raja’s hair as she comes into Raja’s mouth with a shudder and a low moan.

Raven is still breathing heavily, slumped against the wall, when Raja gets up without a word, leaving Raven to the ticking of the clock. Raven feels like her entire being is on fire, and she finally kicks off her heels and walks to the window unsteadily to find some relief in the cool night air. She catches the outline of her reflection as she’s unlocking the window and sliding it open, and she can feel her heartbeat in her throat. Raven is disappearing into David, fading in the destruction of precise brushstrokes and meticulous patterns of powder, cream, glitter, glue, spray, and repeat.

Hand caught on the window latch, Raven blinks, her eyelashes suddenly heavier than they’ve ever felt.

“Hey. Can I?”

Raja appears next to Raven’s reflection, indicating the light switch on the wall. Raven shakes her head, no, and brushes past Raja to walk to the bathroom. Once inside, she opens the medicine cabinet, trying her best to steady her hands as she rifles for makeup wipes and cold cream in darkness

“Fuck,” Raven breathes, unsuccessful in her quest. It’s not like they up and walked away. Maybe she’s just a little too hot and scrambled at the moment, but she needs it all off.

“Rave.”

“What?”

Raven makes eye contact with her in the mirror - and Raja looks guilty, brow furrowed. Her arms are extended, and she’s carrying a pack of makeup wipes and a small tub of Noxema like a peace offering. Raven focuses on her breathing, turning to face Raja with her back against the sink.

“Why are you always stealing my shit?” Raven asks, hoping her tone is smoother than it feels to her own lips.

It must be, because Raja’s face relaxes, and she sidesteps Raven, letting the items clack down on the counter.

“If there’s another queen in the house, it’s communal shit,” Raja says, and Raven laughs.

“That’s just you being an opportunistic bitch,” Raven says, reaching to peel off her lashes. Raja’s hand around her forearm stops her. They’re both frozen for a moment, Raja close enough that Raven has the sudden desire to flip their positions and haul Raja up against the mirror. Raja must be able to see it in the way Raven swallows, because her grip tightens.

“Can I…can I help?” Raja asks, and it’s the opposite of what Raven is expecting. She lowers her arm, regarding Raja with curiosity. And slowly, hesitantly, she nods.

“You better not break ‘em, though.”

Raja snorts, then goes silent as she peels away Raven’s top lash and drops it into Raven’s palm. Raja’s attention is a slightly discomfiting mix of clinical focus and utmost care, her movements graceful but exact.

When she drops the other lashes into Raven’s hand and leans around her to grab the makeup wipes, Raven simply reaches for her contact case and saline solution, popping the lenses out as Raja waits for her. Almost as an afterthought, Raven bends to the sink cabinets, retrieving two washcloths and placing them by Raja’s collection.

Raja’s strokes with the makeup wipes are a similar pressure to what Raven usually applies, but they’re in precise diagonals, tracking lines through the layers of foundation and catching on the paint over her eyebrows. No matter what, it’s going to be abrasive, and the microdermabrasion has become such an established routine that Raven usually doesn’t do such much as wince. But now, it’s like stepping outside of her body, as Raja crumples the second wipe into the wastebasket, and starts on the washcloth and cold cream.

Raven closes her eyes, instead focusing on Raja’s diagonals and circular motions as it lulls her into a sort of trance. Raja is softer; gentler, Raven decides. No wonder Raja’s skin looks like she bathes in the blood of virgins or some Charlize Theron witchcraft.

It’s not until Raja’s running a damp washcloth over David’s head that he snaps out of his reverie to open significantly lighter eyelids. And then Raja’s hands are playfully ruffling and tugging random tufts of hair, the wash cloth abandoned, and he feels a little more grounded than he has all day.

That same serenity seems to have traveled into Raja. Her movements are still soothing, but there’s a lackadaisical quality to the way she cups David’s jaw and runs her thumb along his cheekbone. It’s an echo of what she did over Raven’s painted face, and David feels the shift so clearly that it’s like he’s been centered into an entirely different body.

Raja smiles at him, and steps in to close the gap between them with a kiss to David’s cheek. It radiates, tender and sweet against David’s skin, even as Raja starts to move to David’s neck. The kisses start to linger, and when the slightest bit of teeth-to-throat emerges, David’s hand moves to fist in Raja’s hair, pulling her away.

The indignant surprise on Raja’s face is laughable, and it flips a switch in David. He holds Raja for perhaps a moment longer than is strictly necessary, and Raja’s eyes flick to his lips. David smirks - as enigmatic as Raja can be, some of her reactions are downright predictable. And when they move into that territory, it’s almost always to David’s benefit.

David leans in a fraction, wearing Raja’s patience so thin he can almost see it fraying.

“Go wait on the bed,” he says, practically against her lips, then releases his hold to watch Raja stumble back. She steadies herself in the doorway, and it’s incredible how quickly she transforms, her entire body curving toward David like she’s beholden to him.

David is relieved that Raja retreats when she does, because he’s close to cracking just from watching her body respond to his. He exhales a breath he doesn’t know he was holding, and bends to drink from the faucet. His heart is thudding up into his throat again, but now, it’s more complex than simple nervousness. It’s motivation.

David cups his hands, letting the water run over before he splashes his face and hair one last time. He squares his shoulders, and when he walks into the lamplit bedroom, he’s immensely glad he took more than a second to prepare himself.

Even with a bare face and in David’s tank top, Raja is stunning. A flash of envy runs cold through David, but it slides off easily. It’s so tempting to deflect - to make fun of Raja for the sharp jut of her collarbone that makes her look like she’s actively posing for an editorial shoot just from the edge of the bed. Or to balk at the automatic sensuality she projects as she chews at the inside of her cheek. But this Raja, her hands clasped in front of her, and her eyes wary and expectant all at once - this Raja is his.

A passing thought whispers to David that he should just let Raja fuck herself while he watches, but he shrugs that off as well. Raja has been so focused on him - for whatever reason, she wants to please him tonight. And David may not have done all that well in school, but he’s not nearly stupid enough to say no to that.

So he crosses to her, and as soon as he’s slotted between her legs, she’s lifting the bottom hem of his t-shirt and kissing his stomach with a practiced feverishness. He lets it go on, reveling in the view and the wet, warm slide of her lips across his abdominal muscles, and her hands digging into his hips. But when her hand starts moving toward his cock, he yanks her up by the forearms and nearly throws her back onto the bed.

The low, guttural moan that punches out of Raja would be invitation enough for David to fuck her, but as soon as Raja regains her breath, she fucking smiles,open mouthed and baring her teeth.

David is caught between animosity and lust as he crawls onto the bed, but he sees a mix of desire and amusement in Raja’s. With that, he makes it a personal mission to wipe the smile off her face - for her features to contort in something just short of ecstasy. He doesn’t want her to know anything except his touch, his mouth on hers, his teeth on her throat.

And this pang of possessiveness - to be frank, it’s ridiculous. David would never even consider asking Raja to drop any sort of commitment for him. For the most part, he’s happy to just be in her presence when it serves both their schedules. But in this moment, with Raja looking up at him with that curious mix of intense want and lightheartedness - he wants to break her and cherish her simultaneously.

“Are you gonna fuck me, or you too busy thinking about your next Emmy nom?”

David pushes Raja onto the pillows with a hand to her chest, then grabs her wrists and pins them to her sides. Raja strains against him, and it’s more for show than anything else, but David is having none of it tonight.

“They’re not mutually exclusive,” David says. He tightens his grip on her, and Raja tenses automatically, her smile dropping away.

He keeps his hands on Raja’s wrists, falling onto his elbows til he’s crowding her, lips close enough that Raja could meet him. But they both wait, and David knows Raja’s with him now, slipping into a true submission. He puts his full weight against her as he allows their lips to touch, and it quickly becomes one of those kisses that they can’t help but make into a damn affair - deep and slow and all-consuming.

When they part, Raja is breathing more heavily, her eyes glazed over and her hair mussed. Her eyes trail down David’s chest, tracing the intricacies of the tattoo on his stomach, and utters a short half-whine when David pulls himself away, and off the bed.

It should only take a moment for David to rummage in the nightstand and grab the lube, but he’s conservative with the time, if only to watch his effect on Raja. She’s pushed herself up on her elbows, her head lolling back as she shifts to keep him in her gaze, but that hunger only makes David move more slowly, with a deliberate roll of his shoulders as he walks back to the bed. And no one’s walk will ever come close to the serpentine rise and fall of Raja’s, but as David watches her wait, all expectation and voracity, he can feel how much she wants him just from his approach.

He hooks his hands around the backs of her calves and yanks her to the edge of the bed, watching with no small satisfaction as the motion pushes her flat on her back, hair fanning

around her head. She moans when he pulls off her briefs and starts prepping her, pushing herself onto his fingers, her hands starting to wander under the tank top.

“That’s it,” David says, mouth dry. He can’t stop himself - when Raja is under him like this, mouth open and eyelids fluttering, he needs to do everything possible to keep her pliant, keep her unthinkingly receptive and sensitive.

When he lines up and presses into her, her eyes roll back into her head entirely, and she clutches at his shoulders with an iron grip. And god, it feels good, feels incredible, it always does, but there’s something more driving him tonight, and David watches her more closely than ever as he fucks into her with short, shallow thrusts.

“Can you – fuck,” Raja’s voice is raw and choked, and there’s a furrow of concentration lining her forehead. “Can you touch me?”

Sweat prickles along David’s back as he moves one hand to Raja’s mouth, letting her suck and wet his fingers before he brings them to her cock to stroke her.

Raja fucking dissolves at that, as if she was only waiting for his touch. She’s been matching David’s thrusts beat for beat, but she loses him now, leaving him to dig his fingers into her hips as he fucks into her. And to see Raja, brow smoothed and moaning and smiling into her release, tips David over the edge.

He pitches forward, collapsing on top of Raja, and when the buzzing in his ears subsides, Raja is stroking his hair, shuffling it into a mess. David pulls out with a groan, reluctant to move away from Raja’s fingers, but frankly, his whole body is screaming for a shower. He pushes himself off the bed, taking a moment to rediscover his legs before he walks to the bathroom.

“Oh, don’t leave me,” Raja mumbles, turning onto her stomach with a slow, ungraceful flop. “Or if you do, can you grab the bottle of pinot grigio? I left it on the kitchen counter.”

“Bitch. No. No drinking in the bed,” David calls from the bathroom, wetting a washcloth to run over his body.

“If you can get cum stains out, you can get the wine out,” Raja says, half her face pressed against the pillow. As David carries the washcloth back to the bedroom, and sits on the edge of the bed, he can acutely feel that theory of inertia taking hold. He’s not going anywhere at this rate, so he throws the washcloth to the hamper in the corner and runs a hand down Raja’s back.

“Mm. I won’t ask for the wine if you keep doing that,” Raja says, words soft and rounded from a yawn. David sighs, and lets himself slump back onto the bed, lying beside her. He carves a path down Raja’s back with his thumb, subconsciously tallying the notches of her spine, and Raja is so warm beneath him that he forgets how sticky the sheets must be.

“We still need to talk,” Raja says, but it’s become lethargic and half-conscious. “And I still want my wine.”

“I’ll talk to you about the Emmy noms party tomorrow when you’re three glasses in,” David murmurs.

“It’ll probably turn me on.”

“Then I’ll tell you about Disney World.”

“Ooh,” Raja snorts. “Yep. Turned right off, thank you.”

“Good. Go to sleep, whore,” David says, but he’s following his own advice, his arms falling to rest on Raja’s back. He’s almost lulled to sleep by the whistle of Raja’s breath when she turns to face him.

“You and Martin doing OK?” It’s quiet, and without malice.

“Yeah. Overnight shift. I’ll probably catch him right as I leave tomorrow,” David nods, using the opportunity to place a hand on Raja’s hip. “I think…I think he might be it for me, you know?”

Raja closes her eyes, relaxing into David’s hand, and smiles.

“God, that’s disgusting. I’ve always known you were a lesbian.”

“U-Haul at the ready, bitch.”

Raja nods, and her next yawn is that of the already-unconscious. David resists the urge to make her brush her teeth, instead settling into the bed and looking up at the ceiling, watching the cottage-cheese moulding swim before his eyes.

“Tell him hi for me tomorrow, yeah?”

David nods, even though he knows Raja’s eyes are closed. He’s vaguely miffed that Raja is falling asleep before him (bitch only had one gig today), but it’s quickly replaced with the satisfaction of slipping into his own dreams.

And they’re vivid dreams, but in the morning he’ll only have a hazy recollection of stippled colors, and the brief memory of weak morning light falling on Sutan. And there’s a squeeze to his shoulder and a whispered missed you, cunt, before David falls prey to the full-body exhaustion that will drag him away from Sutan for another three weeks.

title is from the poem claustrophilia by alice fulton.

#raja x raven #smut #raja gemini #raven #reunion fic #goneawaygirl #rpdr fanfiction #canon compliant

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Valentine’s Proposal (Jay Park Smut)

Requested

Admin: Nari

Genre: Smut (soft/vanilla), fluff

POV: First (male x female)

A/N: I know it’s long past Valentine’s Day, but this was a request and there was no reason for me to turn it down. Also, I’m not amazing at romance, so if it’s terrible then oops.

Wearing a short red dress and black heels, I walked into the dining room. I was desperately trying to not stumble, even though my ankles were already killing me and I rarely wore heels. On the dining table, there were two glasses of champagne, a box of variety chocolates, and a flower bouquet. I nearly jumped when I felt two muscular arms wrap around my waist and a pair of plush, heavenly full lips press against my shoulders.

“You look gorgeous from behind. I can’t wait to see the full view.”

A smile crept its way onto my face, and I turned around and placed my hands on his broad chest. “You’re the only guy I know who manages to be perverted and charming at the same time.”

A smile lit up Jay’s face and he gently kissed my lips. “I’m the only guy allowed to be perverted towards you, though. And I was right that the front view is absolutely stunning.” He took a small step away from me to get a better look and whistled, causing me to blush and giggle. “Come on, sit down. Your feet must be killing you.” He lead me by the hand to the table, pulling out a chair and pushing me in once I sat down. He sat opposite of me and we both grabbed a glass of wine. “Cheers to our amazing relationship that I would not trade for the world.”

I smiled and my heart raced at his words. Usually the sweetest thing he would say was ‘I love you’ or something perverted, even though he truly was an amazing boyfriend. “Cheers.” We chimed our glasses together and I took a sip while he took three. “Are you nervous for something? You’re usually not one for wine and here you are, happily drinking it.”

He smiled sheepishly and shook his head. “No, not at all. I’m just happy to be here with you.”

My eyes crinkled as my smile widened. “I’m happy to be here with you, too.”

“I reserved a dinner for us, so we should probably get going.”

I stood up from the chair as he did and started walking out to his car. “You didn’t rent the whole restaurant this time, did you?”

As he reached the driver’s side, he put on his blazer, unlocked the his car, and sat in the driver’s seat. I sat in the passenger’s seat as he simply replied with, “Don’t worry about it. It’s Valentine’s Day, so I need to show my love.” The engine came to life and he drove in the direction of what I assumed was heading towards the restaurant.

Once we reached the restaurant, we walked in and I discovered that he had reserved the restaurant for just the two of us. We sat down at a table lit by candlelight. The candles were unscented, but provided a beautiful glow.

“It’s not surprising that you rented the place for the night,” I said as I sat in a chair and began scanning over the menu. He sat across from me and started reading his menu, glancing back up at me every so often. He was trying to be sneaky about it, but he had never been good at hiding things. I placed my menu down flat on the table top and watched him. “Jay.”

“Yeah?,” he asked in an almost startled voice, trying to put on an act.

“Why do you keep looking at me?”

He scoffed and grinned. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Jay! What are you hiding? Is a band going to come out of nowhere and start playing?”

He laughed and simply replied, “No. If I wanted to have someone perform for you, I’d either do it myself or get one of the AOMG boys to.”

I rolled my eyes and smiled, shaking my head. “You would go to the ends of the world to promote your boys.”

“Of course. Friends help friends.”

We spent the rest of the night talking about nonsense, laughing, eating, and drinking. After having a dessert of strawberry cheesecake, he did his nervous habit of rubbing his hands together slowly and then silently clapping them together. He looked incredibly handsome in a tuxedo, but the tattoos made him look like a mob boss. I would have giggled if it weren’t for the fact that

“Jay? What’s wrong?”

“Oh! Nothing. Sorry. I guess I kind of spaced out. Go ahead and head out to the car while I pay.” He stiffly smiled and stood up, helping me out of my seat and walking me to the door, and then heading to the front desk.

Later that night, I was now makeup-less and wearing shorts and one of Jay’s tank tops that was a little too big for me, but was comfortable and smelled like his cologne. We were lying in bed, watching La La Land, when he paused the movie and turned to face me. Anxiousness was written all over his face and my worry returned. He was rarely, if ever, anxious.

He opened his mouth and let it hang open for a few split seconds before finally speaking: “I’ve been thinking about this for a while and the moment finally feels right...” He reached into the pocket of his gym shorts and pulled out a small box covered with crushed velvet. He slowly opened the box and sheepishly asked, “Will you... Will you marry me?”

I wanted to make a joke like, ‘The player Jay Park wanting to settle down?’ but decided against it since it would ruin the moment. I was overcome by joy and would have broken into tears if I hadn’t taken a quick moment to collect myself. “Of course I will marry you.” He grinned and slipped the gorgeous engagement ring onto my finger.

We embraced each other in a tight, warm hug and kissed each. It started out as quick and loving but grew more passionate and deeper by the second. Soon he was on top of me and his hands were gently caressing every inch of my body. My legs instinctively wrapped around his waist and I slid his shirt off over his head. My fingertips lightly traced the outlines of his muscles after he slipped off the tank top of his that I had stolen. He gently sucked on my bottom lip and I gently nibbled at his top lip.

His lips trailed down to my neck and planted butterfly kisses all over it. His lips were so soft and plush, they were an addiction in themselves. My fingers raked through his hair and he stripped off my remaining clothing. Feeling embarrassingly bare compared to him, I stripped him naked as well. The room was dimly lit with the only light source coming from the television and the light and shadows worked together to perfectly sculpt his glorious body. I wanted him- not in a greedy, animal-like way but in a way that declared this man as being ‘the one’.

His lips ravished my breasts with kissing and licking, with love underlining every movement. One of his fingers rubbed my clit in slow, large circles. It was obvious that all he wanted to do was fuck me senseless by his throbbing cock and it effortlessly excited me even more. I wanted him to fuck me senseless, too, but that could be saved for another time- tonight was about our love for one another.

He left a passionate kiss on my lips before saying, “I love you so much, angel.”

“I love you, too.”

His lips captured mine in another passionate kiss as he positioned himself and slowly entered my aching core. It had been so long since we had made love to where this felt like a new experience that I was oddly excited for. I squirmed beneath him as he slowly thrusted in and out and grabbed my hand, gently squeezing it as his thrusts became a more moderate pace- not fast, but not slow.

There was little to no space between our bodies as we only focused on each other and shared our love for one another in the most intimate way. We broke off the kiss to catch our breath, panting but desperately wanting to feel every inch of each other. His full length was penetrating me and it felt almost heavenly. At that moment, all I wanted was to stay like this but knew that we would both soon reach our climax.

He pulled my hand up to his lips and kissed it. We were both close and it took all of his will to keep from thrusting so hard that my head would hit the headboard. I kissed his lips and cupped his cheek with my free hand. He rest his forehead on mine as I said, “Baby, I’m close.”

“Cum for me, angel. I need your sweet release.”

I rocked my hips in rhythm with his and the tip of his cock grazed my g-spot, finally sending me to my orgasm. I weakly moaned his name and felt his warm seed spill inside me. I was on the pill, so neither of us stressed about condoms. He grunted my name as he rode out our orgasms and collapsed beside me, pulling me to his chest. I snuggled close to him, bathing in his warmth. His arms always made me feel so safe and I had to struggle to not fall asleep right then and there.

He had an arm wrapped around me and my head was resting on his chest. He studied my left hand and a goofy grin appeared on his face. “We’re engaged...”

I blushed, the realization that we would undoubtedly soon be husband and wife finally completely sinking in.

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