in his sleep, at the grocery store, at the studio, he is always touching you in some way
his heart races every single time he gets to be with you, like his apple watch asks him if he’s doing a workout bc his heart rate is so high
possessive and def gets jealous, no matter how secure in your relationship he feels
he’s just obsessed w you okay
it’s not his fault you’re gorgeous and luscious and perfect and everything he’s ever wanted and he’s terrified to lose you
started shopping for engagement rings three days after your second date
it’s been hidden in the back of his sock drawer ever since because he knows you’re not ready yet
he literally can’t wait to be your husband tho
dreams about meeting your family and getting their blessing, about watching you walk down the aisle to him, about sealing your vows with a kiss and knowing you belong to each other forever
until then, he’ll just act like your husband
he packs your lunches and kisses you just because and fucks you into the mattress nearly every night
and maybe fantasizes about peeling white lingerie off of perfect curves and feeling the cold metal of your wedding ring on his skin and calling you his wife
You know that family structure/living situation Emily had going on with Bernie and his existing family? I want that with Sam.
His wife seems really cool, I'm sure she'd welcome another partner of his. She clearly loves him very much too, so I feel like we'd both find it comforting to know that when one of us isn't with him he'll be in the company of someone we trust. I hope we get to see some more of him and his family, I want to live with them and show off my boyfriend and his wife.
im this close to begging your for seungcheol and some good old nasty baby making LIKE PLEASE—
warnings: impreg kink, breeding kink, cum inflation, creampie, mdni
Seungcheol grips your hip, driving his cock deeper into you and reveling in the shudder that travels down your spine when he hits that spot. He's been hitting that spot for years now, and he can find it with devastating accuracy. It's something he doesn't hesitate to use against you when he's getting close, just like he is now.
He thinks you're close too, works a few fingers between your thighs to get you there as he hurtles toward the edge, hoping to drag you with him. You're crying and trembling in his arms, your cunt throbbing around his dick, and when your walls lock down and don't let up, he gives in and stays inside.
You've both cum multiple times already, the bed sheets absolutely ruined and your bodies drained and aching, and he's about to cum again. He just can't help it, you're so hot and wet and perfect, and he loves you more than anything, more than life itself, more than the sun and the moon and the stars combined.
"Gonna cum, sweetheart? Gonna let me fuck you full? Let me get you pregnant?"
"Please, wanna have your baby, Cheollie," You whine in response, arching your back and doing your best to meet his thrusts as he grinds into you. You always do your best for him, and he'll never be able to tell you how much he appreciates you for it. He can show you though, with his hands holding your hips up and his thrusts aimed perfectly until you fly apart between his palms.
Your orgasm triggers his own, and another load joins the first two inside of you, making your stomach swell in a taste of what he hopes is to come. He has a feeling about today, a really good feeling.