#joshua one shot

[gyuwoncheol]

Stay

Pair: Joshua x gn!reader

Genre: loss of a loved one

Summary: Joshua’s nightmares are suddenly better than his reality

Warnings: pain, sadness, nightmares, mentions of physical illness and death— Please don’t read if these things trigger you. Your mental health is most important! (No, Joshua does not die.)

WC: 1.5k

Author’s Note: this was so painful to write but also oddly healing after. Special shout out to darling Lina @seokminkisser for reading through this and assuring me I still made sense 💛 THANK YOU!

“Hey, I'll be okay.” Joshua heard you call out faintly before he shot up from the bed, startled, out of breath and a cold sweat breaking on his forehead and back.

He looked at your empty side of the bed and he shuddered in fear before tears began to prickle his eyes

“Baby?” You cooed very softly from the love seat that was positioned right by the window in your bedroom. Joshua blinked once to clear his vision from the tears that threatened, then twice to refocus his gaze. By then you had already stood up from where you’d been adoring the moon that peeked on your window to make your way to the bed.

The way your cold hand cupped his very warm cheek had him feeling a chill down his spine, his eyes stared blankly at yours despite the very dim glow of the moon and the nightlight in your bedroom.

“Another one of your nightmares?” You asked

Joshua was still shaking, his brain still trying to wrap around everything, you saw his lips tremble, his eyes getting glossy again. You let your free hand grip his right one, squeezing gently like you do when you tell him you love him.“I’m here, hun. It’s okay.”

You didn’t bother asking him what he dreamt of, you already knew what it was about. He had it all the time, a recurring nightmare where he loses you. It always started the same way: him running into your hospital room as you gave him a smile full of love. It's weak, but it still reaches your eyes. And he always brought flowers, the most colorful ones he'd see in the shop. It was his way to brighten those 4 walls that always smelled of alcohol and sterilized devices. But his flowers weren't actually the only pop of color in the otherwise very bleak, very white room. You still had your multitude of bright metallic balloons, a handful of stuffed toys, and of course, all the get well soon messages written in very colorful papers that your boyfriend stuck on the wall, some even had glitters. Even though he was the ‘hobbyist’ in his group of friends, it actually really surprised him just how artsy those group of very rowdy, very loud and very tall boys got. Unfortunately for the both of you, despite the rainbow presence everyone tried to bring in, the fact remained the same: you were losing color as you laid in that gurney. He should've gotten used to the image of you with all those machines hooked on your frail body, it had been your 3rd month there anyway. 

In soite of having dreamt this almost every night, and he means every. single. night., he still can't remember the part where it all takes a bitter turn for the worst. One moment he's fixing up your blanket, and then the scene completely jumps to you convulsing and then every single machine starts to beep an abnormal amount. He'll literally see you gasping for air and then in the blank of an eye, he sees you take your last deep breath before the notorious green line on the screen completely flattens. 

Tonight though felt oddly different, not at all like any of his past nightmares. You didn't die. In fact, it was the first one he had where you spoke to him, telling him you'd be alright. He should be happy, right? First nightmare that actually had a good ending? But he wasn't. He weirdly wasn't. So maybe he did get used to his nightmares, because why was this infinitely weirder than all the others that had you dying. 

"Josh?" you called to him again.

Did he really just hear you? So you really didn't die this time? Now it was just all feeling like a fever dream to him. He thinks he felt you brush his hair away from his face, a very gentle gaze in your eyes as you looked at him like he was so fragile. You wish you could change his nightmares, wish he never had it to begin with. But alas, there's only so much you can control. You saw how he shuddered in his sleep, grunting and wincing in pain as he battled his subconscious. You tried to shake him awake, call his name repetitively but neither one worked. So you waited, wide awake— not that you could sleep anyway— knowing he'd eventually startle himself awake. 

Your thumb continuously caressed his cheek, hoping it would help him snap out of his daze and bring him back to you. "Baby, I'm still here. Breathe," you coaxed slowly as you saw him close his eyes shut, as if willing himself to listen to your voice. To your dismay, you only saw his lashes get wet before a stream of tears finally flowed down his cheeks. The blanket that was initially strewn when he woke up had now found its way clung tightly to his chest. You felt at a loss with what to do, you just wanted to comfort him, wanted him to know you were there for him. You just wanted him to feel you. 

Joshua sobbed quietly, his dream still ingrained in his brain. The words you spoke repetitively rang in his ears, much louder than the ones you were actually trying to say as you desperately tried to hold his body against you. 

"Josh, please stop worrying." You repeated a couple of times, increasingly getting more concerned that this particular nightmare had shaken him so much.

It wasn't til after a more violent sob that he finally sat a little straighter and a little bit more composed. You saw him wipe his cheeks hurriedly and you couldn't help but envelope him in a tight embrace, one that had him both feeling a comforting warmth and a sudden chill through his spine. 

"I..." he started, clearing his throat momentarily, "I know you're here." The last word faltered as his lips trembled. "I can feel you." He was looking at your side of the bed and god, did you wish he could actually see you cause you are there. You're staring right at him. You needed him to see you because you actually look like how you did when he fell in love with you three years ago in that bookstore. Your cheeks now had color, your hair wasn’t flat, and your normal weight was on. You looked nothing like the skin and bones that you were in that hospital bed in your last three months on earth. If anything, you looked most alive now.

"Why'd you say that in my dream tonight?" Joshua blinked away tears as he continued, "Y-you n-never say you're okay. You never say anything at all. Why are you suddenly okay?" He frustrated. It was your turn to close your eyes, not wanting to see how pained your boyfriend felt. He had that same look he had on that fated day seven weeks ago when the doctors all but confirmed to him his most dreaded news. "Is... Is this…” he paused to inhale deeply, “do I need to let you g-go? Because you'll be okay?"

Your passing had not been easy on him. Even though you were constantly in and out of the hospital and finally resided there in your last few months, he had always held out hope that one day you'd both still happily go home happy and healthy. Ever since you left, he's looked for you day and night, but Joshua only ever saw you in his dreams. And even though he'd see that line go flat every night, he braved through all of them if it meant he could see you.

But tonight, when the all too familiar plot suddenly changed, he feared the worst. He had always worried about you, that you didn't get to live life to the fullest. You both still had that planned trip to Italy after all. He felt you had regrets, worried that you had gone too soon for your own liking. So when he heard you say, "I'm okay," tonight, he was both comforted and scared. Comforted that his worries were wrong, but so incredibly terrified your presence would now be fully gone. That's how it worked, right? Joshua thought. Most souls stayed around because they had regrets, had unfinished business earthside, but when they've finished those and have found their peace with those they’ve left, they’re finally able to cross over to the place where all good things nice and happy exist. Right?

You saw him reach out to your bedside table, picking up the small picture frame of you. His hands ran though your image, the overwhelming feeling of pain and sadness and longing just crushing every bit of his broken heart to even tinier pieces. You did your best to wipe away his tears even though it really wouldn't work, but it was all you could attempt to do. "i love you," you whispered so desperately, a hand on top of his.

"Please don't go." Joshua's voice cracked,  "Cause you might be okay, but I never will be."

a/n: i apologize for any pain caused. Pls don’t hate me. Reblogs are deeply appreciated and my inbox is always open for feedback/chat! 🤍

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[blu-joons]

Injuring Yourself During An Argument ~ Joshua Hong

The moment your peace was shattered, a sigh came from you as you knew that Joshua was finally home. You sunk down in the sofa, looking around at the mess that still covered your apartment after a hectic few days for the two of you.

Your eyes remained down on the ground as he walked into the room, a hum coming from him too as he looked around the room and saw the state of it, and then saw you sat down on the sofa.

You could feel Joshua’s eyes on you as he moved through and perched down on the arm of the sofa. Straight away he could tell how comfy you were, knowing that you’d been there a while.

“You could’ve tidied whilst I was gone,” he told you, his eyes staying on you.

The moment he spoke, your eyes widened in surprise. You could still remember asking Joshua to tidy things up as most of them were his. The last thing you wanted to do was put something in the wrong place, deciding it was best for him to sort it.

“I mean this place could be spotless in the time that you’ve probably sat on the sofa scrolling through your phone,” he added, digging himself a bigger hole.

Your eyes shot up as he went silent, shaking your head in his direction. “Why would I bother tidying it up when I asked you to do it when you got in from your night with the boys yesterday?”

With one too many drinks consumed last night, Joshua couldn’t remember much of the evening, and especially couldn’t remember you telling him to tidy. In fact, he hadn’t realised just how much of a mess everything was until he came home sober from work.

“I haven’t had the time to tidy, but you have,” Joshua pointed out to you, “you could’ve helped me out and done it seeing as I’ve been so busy at work recently.”

You weren’t quite sure how he was doing it, but with every single word that Joshua said, he was making things worse for himself. You were fed up with running around after him, you knew that he was busy, but that didn’t mean everything had to be left solely to you.

“I mean I bet you’ve not been as busy as me, in your quiet day you could’ve found the time to do it.”

Your hand came down against the arm of the sofa as silence descended upon the room once again. “You’re not a baby Joshua, you don’t need me to hold your hand. I shouldn’t have to do everything around this place you know?”

“You don’t do everything; I just don’t see why you couldn’t do this.”

It was far from just the one occasion, you’d lost count of the times you’d been told that dinner needed to be on you, or he needed to be given a lift somewhere. For a while you thought Joshua appreciated the things that you did, but slowly you were beginning to think that he was taking advantage of how understanding you were.

With a shake of your head, you stood up from the sofa, deciding that space would be best for you both. As you stood up, Joshua’s eyes watched you straight away, knowing exactly what it was that you were doing immediately.

“That’s it, just run off,” he mumbled to himself, “rather than be an adult and talk to me you just go and hide like a child Y/N.”

“I’m going somewhere that perhaps I can be treated with respect,” you snapped back to Joshua, “if you can’t be bothered to pull your weight around here, then what’s the point?”

With hazy eyes, you began to walk through the room, however it didn’t take long before the mess in the room hindered you. You had failed to notice a pair of Joshua’s shoes in the middle of the floor, tripping over the top of them.

Your body stumbled forwards as you managed to grab onto the side of the sofa to steady yourself before you collapsed down on the floor. Your eyes shot back to see what you had fallen over, letting go of a huff of frustration.

“Y/N, are you alright?” Joshua panicked, standing up too and holding your waist to steady you.

Before you were able to carry on walking out of the room, Joshua used his grip on you to sit you down on the sofa. Your ankle throbbed as you lifted the weight off of it, running your hands over your face with a disgruntled sigh.

“Are you good?” Joshua asked you, kneeling down in front of you, meeting your eyes as soon as your hands moved away. Things couldn’t have gotten much worse for you, especially as Joshua’s concerned eyes looked over you.

Your head shook in reply to his question, “don’t, this is your fault.”

A sigh came from Joshua too as he took a quick glance across the room, knowing that most of what was around was his. “I’m sorry,” he told you once he was looking back at you again, “you’re right, I should’ve tidied up.”

“Why couldn’t you see that ten minutes ago?” You challenged, “instead you decided to be stubborn and look what happened.”

As you spoke, Joshua pulled the coffee table over towards the two of you, placing a cushion on top of it before lifting your leg up to rest your ankle in the middle of the cushion in an attempt to ease the swelling and the pain.

“I shouldn’t have argued, you asked me to do something, and I should have just done it,” Joshua finally admitted.

He knew deep down there was more that he could do, he relied on you a lot and knew that at times he needed to stop and make sure that he was there for you too.

Something as simple as tidying the room should have been an easy task for him, but instead he made a big deal about it. He felt bad enough as it was but looking at your foot up and the pain in your expression made things ten times worse for Joshua.

“I promise that I’ll tidy it,” he assured you.

“Do you mean that?”

“Absolutely,” he instantly replied. “I’ll tell you what I’ll do, I’ll go and see if I can find some ice in the freezer for your ankle, and then I’ll tidy. You can sit here and watch and yell at me when I’m doing things wrong and tell me where you want them to go.”

Your smile ever so slightly turned up as Joshua spoke, “you can start by moving those stupid shoes,” you told him, pointing to the ones that you had tripped over. Straight away you recognised them as the ones that he wore on stage during a recent show, also knowing the huge weight that they carried too as you went over them.

“I won’t ever let things get as bad as this again,” Joshua promised you, “I’ll start treating this place like a home rather than like a dump.”

Your head nodded in agreement with him, “just treat it like our home Joshua, and stop creating stupid trip hazards all over the place.”

“I really am sorry about that Y/N.”

Your smile turned up a little higher, “I know,” you whispered across to him. “I get that things are busy for you Joshua, but if we’re going to live together then we need to be considerate of one another first and foremost.”

“I agree, and I’ll make sure that I stop taking advantage and expecting you to do everything. We’re a team after all, right?”

“Exactly, we do things together.”

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[imaginarykpop]

Idol Life | Iseol

Just a day in the idol life of Iseol and having a little accident at Weekly Idol

AN: I may change a few things later, I don’t like it that much.

Words count: 2456

Warning: None??

Iseol’s materlist

2016

 Mari had to shoot for another Music bank, something she didn’t hate to do. In fact, out of all the shows she’s been on the last year hosting Music bank the last five months is something she looked forwards to. It led her to meet so many idols and interact with them and let them get to know her. Balancing work as an MC and Seventeen came easy, the boys were all understanding, and she wasn’t the only one Seungkwan also had his fair share of appearances.

They always made sure she had food ready to eat when she came home, and that she wasn’t overworking herself. Honestly despite her family’s reservations about Mari debuting with the boys, they’ve come to see how much they care for their daughter. So, mama Chaeyong made sure they all got vitamins and had all the food they needed. Her way of repaying them for taking care of Mari.

Mari was a co-host with quite a few people, it started with Highlight’s Son Dong Woon who had previously hosted with Laboum’s Solbin. The man was a great help to Mari, he’d taken her under his wing before he left and then the last two months were with different people, first it was Park Bogum, and currently BTS’s V.

Seventeen and Bangtan got on well with each other, so it was a relief for Mari, not that her previous co-hosts weren’t pleasant, but the first time she talked to them was because of MB.

And the public opinion is starting to sway, they’re liking her dynamic with the hosts and the artists alike, Mari is very kind and encouraging to all idols and they all had nice things to say about her and her work ethic.

Seventeen were performing today, their latest comeback Very Nice a repackage album, and thus she got up early that day, went through the motions of getting dressed, along with the boys, her makeup was done on site, she got dressed in her performance outfit for the rehearsals of the actual song.

“Okay, good work everyone.” Hoshi called out to his members, Mari bowed to the staff not caring what else was going to be said as she had to rush to start rehearsing with V and the rest of the artists before they had to go live.

“Mari!” Cheol called for the rushing girl, stopping her in her tracks. “Take this.”

He took something from one of their staff, Mari looked at the bag and found two triangle kimbaps with tuna inside and a bottled water. “Thank you oppa.”

The girl didn’t have time to do anything before she quickly hugged him and rushed off stage. “Ish, working too hard that one.” Jihoon said watching as Mari disappeared.

“It’s paying off at least.” Mingyu said, having been one of those who monitored her name online and seeing the steady increase of the positive feedback she’s getting.

“At what coast though.” Jeonghan mumbled to himself and shook his head but said nothing. Mari had taken to styling his hair and playing with it, teaching him all sort of braids, when he told her he didn’t want to braid his hair, she’d just shrug and tell him it was for when she grew her hair out and he rolled with it never saying no to her playing with his hair. Her own had grown, but with each comeback she cut it, so if you look at her pictures through from their debuted to their current comeback it’ll be like a transition from the boy cut she had when they debuted to now the slightly layered bob she had going on.

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Greeting the staff and apologizing for being late, even though she wasn’t, is such a Mari thing. V was there as well, they stood of to the side reading their cards for the day. “Here you go Oppa.”

Mari handed him one of the kimbaps, once they were told that the first group will come in in ten minutes. “Thank you, did you eat?”

“Yeah, don’t worry.” Mari lied through her teeth, if Taehyung found out she didn’t eat her breakfast he would have refused the food. She doesn’t like eating alone anyways, so it was more for her than him, she kept telling herself. Eating the two chatted about their week, Taehyung telling Mari how excited he is to see them perform live, Mari excitedly telling him about the song and choreo.

Once the camera was on, they became their professional selves and gone through the rehearsal with group after group before loud chatter caught their attention. “That’ll be my boys.” Mari said with a grin, she laughed after hearing Seungkwan’s loud voice shouting.

“You can never loose them in a crowd.” Taehyung commented before they came into view. Jun rushing in and wrapping his arms around Mari before he pulled her off her feet, placing her hand on hi shoulder while she laughed.

“Put me down! I’m working.” She shouted to the amusement of everyone present.

 “Put her down.” Wonwoo said as he walked past them and took his place for the rehearsal, once on her feet Mari made sure she still looked presentable, and glared at innocent looking Jun.

Taehyung makes a comment about what group is next, Mari acts as if she doesn’t know before Taehyung introduces them, Mari joins her group for their greeting before switching back to her MC role. The interview was chaotic, the boys not taking anything seriously, and teasing Mari every chance they got. They finally got through the rehearsal.

“I’m taking the day off next time you lot are coming.” Mari stated exasperated.

“You act like you wouldn’t be coming with us.” Seungkwan replied making her roll her eyes.

“Not the point.” She teased, even if they made it harder for her, they still had fun and got through the interview. It’s something they’ll remember in a few years. Mari liked to think that every chaotic moment is a memory in the making.

“I wasn’t annoying, was I?” Seungkwan asked lowering his voice, Mari shook her head, her other members were all slowly leaving, some having a few words with V since the oldest three and him were ‘95 liners.

“Not in the least, I was only joking, I’d have you guys with me on every show if I could.” Mari told him and gave the younger boy a hug, not ten seconds in their hug and another pair of arms wrapped around her, knowing it’s Chan. He 17-year-old had gotten in the habit of hugging Mari every chance he got. “Okay, you have to go, I’ll see you when we go live.”

“Good luck, Noona.” Chan shouted as they left.

“Is it always this chaotic?” A staff member asked, lighthearted, she didn’t mean anything by it.

“More or less, but it’s just because this is the first time any of us hosted a show and the rest came on it.” Mari said with a small smile. “They’re excited.”

“My group would’ve teased me to death.” Taehyung commented and Mari could see it.

“It’s good they get all the teasing before the live podcasting.” Mari added, and the two talked about their groups who they think would tease the most.

As expected, when it was turn for Seventeen’s interview, they were all professional, many carats caught them giving Mari their full attention when she talked, looking like proud brothers. Cheering her the loudest than anyone on the show. After the interview, Mari rushed with the boys on stage.

The stage where she felt most comfortable and confidant. The girl loved performing more than anything, she thinks that she shines the most on-stage dancing and singing, her stage presence is strong, and it isn’t because she’s the only girl.

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Another day another show, this time the group were in a taping for Weekly Idol. They were all excited, standing off the white set they waited until they were called. Defcon and Don weren’t the best hosts in Mari’s opinion, but who is she to judge. They had years of experience on her.

The PDs had them fill a profile to quickly go through before they’ll have to split into three teams. Mari of course was with the performance team

“Iseol-ssi, I have a question.” Doni said looking at the female standing between Minghao and Chan, she looked over confused.

“What is it?” She asked the older man, curious.

“It says on your profile that you’re strong.” Mari nods to his words, Chan had written it, but she left it there.

“I wouldn’t say I’m very strong, but I love playing arm wrestling with the guys.” Mari explained, she knows that they let her win a lot of the time, but she doesn’t mind, in fact she likes it.

“Do they let you win?” Defcon asked intrigued by the idea of this tiny girl winning over the guys, they’re all taller than her, it’s amusing. Mari looks at her members and hums, they all try to look innocent making the female laugh.

“Sometimes yes.” Mari confirms.

“Don’t get fooled though, she’s very strong.” Chan said holding her bicep which didn’t look that strong.

“We’ll put this to the test.” Doni said and a tall table/stand was brought out, it was just big enough for two people to wrestle on it.

“Which one then?” Mari said moving her arms around acting as if she’s stretching for a fight, she stepped up to the table and looked at her members grinning.

“Let’s try… Vernon.” Defcon chose and Vernon stepped up facing his female member, all the other members started to shout and cheer for Mari, by her stage name.

“Are you ready Noona?” Vernon asked once they had their elbows set and arms clasped together.

“Yes.” Doni counted down before they both started, Vernon was holding back a little giving Mari time to try and win, just struggle their arms moving slightky to the left before the right, it went on for almost a minute before Doni stopped them.

“Okay, stop, stop.” He said and the pair split up. “I don’t trust you, Vernon it looks like you’re holding back.”

“I’m not.” Vernon lied through his teeth, but it didn’t look like it to everyone watching.

"I am strong.” Mari joked and flexed her arms, Jeonghan and Jun were heard laughing.

“Our Iseol is very strong.” Joshua shouted over the rukus.

“I’d like to see for myself.” Doni said and Mair’s eyes were wide, and her lips formed and O. 0o0. Doni took Vernon’s place, Mari hesitated before she placed her arm back on the table, she braced herself.

“Okay on the count of three.” Defcon said and the boys cheered for their member all leaning in and watching, honestly, they all expected Doni to act like Mari is in fact strong, I mean look at the difference in their arm sizes. His was like over three times the size of hers. “One, two… three!”

And then bam Mari tried to push with all her strength the same time Doni did the same making her arm snap back onto the table making her shout and frown, Doni let go of her arm and held his arm up in victory. Seungcheol went to Mari’s side seeing the pain flash onto her face. He wrapped an arm around her shoulder as the rest of the members still cheered for her and surrounded her. Giving Seungcheol enough time to give her a questioning look while holding her arm.

“I’m okay.” She whispers with a fake smile. She most certainly wasn’t okay, something felt slightly wrong, and she had no idea what. Her arm was burning, but the show must go on. Putting on her biggest smile they continued the show.

Carats watching saw the slight change in Mari after that, she wouldn’t use her right hand as often and let it hang by her side. The members gave her concerned looks over the show and even tried to keep her away from the hosts as much as they could, but Mari continued as cheery as possible with a smile on her face. It was only after the show that Mari asked for some ice. She believes she pulled a muscle or something, nothing too serious it just hurt when she moved her arm, but she had full function.

“Did you pull a muscle?” Wonwoo asked the female holding her arm, she had a short sleeve shirt, so he was inspecting her for any visible marks.

“I think so, it’s a little painful, the pain has mostly dulled now.” She informed her fellow ’96 liner.

“I expected him to act along.” Seungkwan told the duo as he too stood in front of Mari inspecting her arm.

“Me too.” Seokmin said coming with a bag tied with ice inside, a small towel in hand.

“Seungcheol Hyung looked so angry.” Wonwoo stated their leader wasn’t in the room, but the moment Doni didn’t hold back he looked ready to kill.

“Protective as always.” Seokmin said teasing the female.

“Noona to Hyung is like Chan to Jeonghan Hyung.” Mari groaned at Seungkwan’s words, she got teased enough for being Seungcheol’s favorite.

“Whatever you guys, I’m in pain you should be nice to me not tease me.” Mari pouted and frowned, making them all gag and laugh.

“Sorry, that won’t work on us.” Seungkwan told the female a look of disgust on his face.

“You should try Seungcheol Hyung.” Seokmin added making the three males laugh once again.

“I hate you guys so much.” Mari said and huffed leaving them to laugh and make fun of her.

“Try telling that to Hyung.” Wonwoo called for Mari, she doesn’t know why Wonwoo is also ganging up on her, he’s usually on her side too, she just rolled her eyes.

“I bet he’ll cry.” Seungkwan said still laughing.

“I’m telling him you said that!” Mari called leaving them, Seungkwan immediately stopped laughing.

“You wouldn’t.” He was wide eyed, Mari turned to face him and he tried to look innocent and pleaded with her.

“That doesn’t work on me.” She teased him and stuck out her tounge.

“She got you there.” Seokmin said patting his back.

“You two aren’t safe either.” Mari smirked and they looked as white as snow. “I’m telling on you three.”

“Please don’t.” Seokmin pleased with the female.

“We will do anything.” Mari chuckled at Wonwoo’s words and made a thinking face.

“I’ll think about it.” She said and left them to join the rest of the group her arm still iced. She evil laughed as she left them, it did earn her a few confused looks but she didn’t care, she has the upper hand now.

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hi ik requests are closed but i'm sending an idea before i forget it because you're my fave svt smau author. so if you haven't done this before — can i request ot13 finding out that they're NOT your bias. like they're upset because ofc why isn't it THEM but you explain that them being your bf makes them your default bias so you have to have another one as well.

pls do this in your own time!

this was such a cute and fun idea hehe thank youuuu for sending ur amazing request, here it is enjoy!!

finding out they aren’t your bias || SEVENTEEN

genre: fake texts, one shot au, fluff, idol!bf

warnings: cursing, fem pronouns, jealousy, suggestive (?), furry comments (LMAO IM SORRY), all the guys being haters

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Sugar | Jey Uso x Black fem!Reader (first person pov) 18+!! SMUT!! MDNI

Description: Reader takes care of Jey after his match with Gunther.

Warnings: Daddy Kink, Dom/sub, Praise (good girl), pet names (baby, babe, babygirl), service submission, blowjob, swallowing, extremely mild angst.

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My eyes went wide the second I laid eyes on him. "Oh my gods, baby! your chest." I cried out looking at the red welps on my husband, he had to be in horrible pain. But I knew what he was feeling physically had nothing on the pain he must be feeling emotionally after having Jimmy, his own twin, cost him yet another title match.

Jey had come so close. The battle wounds on his chest showed just how much hell the ring general had put him through. I'd watched at home, in horror the entire thing and counted down the seconds until he made it home to me so I could hold him and tell him I'm proud of him.

I rushed to him, I couldn't help but feel a mix of concern and admiration.

"I'm here, Jey. I've got you," I whispered, wrapping my arms around him. "You were incredible out there, baby. You fought with all your might."

He leaned into my embrace, his breath heavy and labored. "Thanks, babygirl." He said.

As we stood there, the tension between us began to shift. I could feel his heart pounding against mine, and I knew that he needed more than just words of encouragement. He needed to know that I was there for him, that I would always be there for him, no matter what.

"Let me take care of you, Daddy." I murmured sensually, my lips brushing against his ear. "Let me show you how much I love you."

He nodded, his eyes shining with a mix of gratitude and desire as we made our way to the bedroom, He needed to feel my love and support in a more tangible way.

I began to gently massage his shoulders, kneading the tight muscles and working out the tension. He moaned softly, his head lolling forward as he surrendered to the sensation.

"That feels so good, babe," he murmured, his voice low and husky, "Such a good girl for Daddy."

I smiled to myself, pleased to see him relaxing in my arms. I continued to massage his shoulders and back, moving down to his lower back and hips.

"Turn over for me, Please Daddy," I whispered, my voice barely above a whisper. Even though I was the one taking care of him and running the show tonight I was still very submissive.

He did as I asked, his eyes meeting mine as he lay on his back.

I leaned down and pressed my lips to his, my tongue exploring his mouth in a slow and sensual dance.

As we kissed I gently traced the red welts and bruises that marred his chest and he winced.

"Shh, it's okay," I murmured, pressing soft kisses to his wounds. "I'm here for you, Daddy. I'm here to take care of you."

He moaned softly, as I continued to kiss and lick his chest. I moved down his body, my lips trailing a path of fire as I went. I could feel his heart pounding, and I knew that he was ready for more.

"Ready for the main event?" I teased.

I reached his pants, and I could see the bulge that strained against the fabric. I undid his belt, my fingers trembling with anticipation.

As I pulled down his pants, his dick sprang free, hard and ready. I wrapped my plump glossy lips around the tip, my tongue swirling around the sensitive flesh.

He moaned loudly, his hands reaching down to grip my hair. I sucked him deeper into my mouth, my throat relaxing as I took him all in.

I soon picked up my pace, my head bobbing up and down on his dick. I was determined to give him the best night of his life.

"Oh god, babe!" he cried out, his hips thrusting up as he came hard in my mouth.

I swallowed him down, my throat working as I took every drop. I pulled back, my lips glistening with his essence.

"I love you," I whispered, my eyes meeting his.

He smiled, his eyes shining with love and gratitude. "I love you too, babe. Thank you for taking care of me."

I smiled, my heart swelling with love for this amazing man.

"Anytime, baby. I'll always be here for you, no matter what." I said.

"Promise, babygirl?" Jey questioned.

"Yeet" I giggled in response.

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[miabebe]

Where you're convenient (II)

Scenario - Yes it was circumstances that forced these arrangements but why was it that at its breaking point, all you want to do is hold on to it?

Pairing - Husband! Seokmin × reader

Word Count - 11K (oh yeah I'm insane)

Warnings - oral (f recieving), fingering, unprotected sex (well there's babies wanted here so), riding, cum eating

A/n -  part 2 is finally here! These keep getting longer idk why 😭 I'm gonna take a small break and shift attention to my series before I return for part 3 (woozi)!

P.s all 3 parts are not related, they can be read individually, they simply share the same trope of marriage of convenience which I'm an absolute sucker for 🙃 Read Joshua's here!

The moment Seokmin’s eyes fell on the entrance of the overpriced restaurant, he knew exactly why his sister insisted on this meeting.

Sighing deeply, he parked his car in a vacant lot and ran his fingers through his untamed hair, glancing at his reflection of the mirror. There was no need to look his best for this meeting, just presentable would do - afterall, he was not here to impress. Grabbing the bag you handed him earlier today, he made his way in, eyes falling on his sister and her company - a pretty woman, definitely around his age since clearly, this was yet another attempt to set him up on a date.

He greeted them with his usual sweet smile before hugging his devil of a sister, whispering a bunch of obscene words in her ear which she coolly ignored, habituated to his reaction to such meetings over time. Although he was already prepared to leave, he slid across the boxes of cupcakes you made and took a seat, pulling out his phone, while his sister raved to her friend about how you made the best cupcakes in the world.

Seokmin 17:48: Just met Minseo. Should be home in an hour. Traffic's really bad.

And then his sister began her usual business of introducing her friend to him, then him to her, then mentioning how 'surprisingly' the two of them were so similar, subtly hinting how they would be so compatible.

Seokmin rolled his eyes, familiar with this drill, listening to her blabber with a struggling, polite smile. This was quite a frequent occurrence - every now and then Minseo would bring a friend or colleague to introduce them, afraid that her useless brother would die single given how uninterested he was in dating. Today's friend was Sumi, her colleague from the first ever company she worked in, who was apparently his age, recently single, also loved pizza and working out. Barely interested in the ongoing conversation, Seokmin kept glancing at his phone time and again, relieved when it finally buzzed.

You 18:04: Okay, have fun with MinSeo, tell her I said hi!

You 18:04: Also, look at this [attachment]

It was a photo of Aera, her mouth, hands and clothes covered in a light pink frosting as she laughed at the camera both innocently and mischievously.

You 18:05: I swear to god, I can't look away from her for a second.

"Are you even listening Min-ah?

Seokmin looked up at both ladies staring at him with a tinge of annoyance and turned his phone to show them the picture that was making him smile so ridiculously. Instantly, they broke out into a series of awws and little praises making his heart swell with pride. That was his daughter afterall.

"Isn't she the cutest?" Sumi looked up from his phone. "She's two and a half right?"

"Actually she's 2 years and 10 months." Seokmin took back his phone, taking another look at the love of his life. "Born in May."

"A Taurus baby?"

"Gemini." He corrected. "Last week of May."

"She must be quite the troublemaker huh?"

"You have no idea." Seokmin laughed typing a reply.

Seokmin 18:08: What have you done to my sweet angel?

"Shall we order food first?" Minseo picked the menu card. "What about pizza-"

"Not for me." Seokmin shook his head. "I'm not eating. In fact, I have to leave soon."

"Min-ah, come on, you're seeing me after so long-"

"I literally saw you last week, at mum's place."

"But it's your first time meeting Sumi, don't be rude."

Seokmin turned to her friend. "I'm sorry, I would stay longer but I haven't seen my daughter all day and I'm sure there's food at home already." He glanced at his sister before turning back. "I don't know if you know, but my wife makes really good food, she's a chef."

"A pastry chef." His sister corrected. "I mean no one makes desserts better than her but you're the better cook. "

You 18:10: Angel? She's the devil spawn, this little thing.

Seokmin 18:11: Are you calling me the devil? How dare you

"Maybe," He looked up from his phone. "But I always eat dinner made by my wife."

Minseo rolled her eyes yet again, but Sumi nodded understandingly. When the two women discussed for 20 whole minutes, finally placed an order for themselves and Sumi excused herself to the washroom, Seokmin turned to his sister.

"Why won't you give up?"

"Why won't you give in?"

"Because, everyone you try to set me up with is not my type.."

"Really?" Minseo raised an eyebrow. "What about Sumi is not your type? You two are literally the same people."

"Yeah well, did you see her nails? Clearly she loves manicures and stuff like that."

His sister blinked, lost. "And that's a problem because?"

"I have a child you idiot, I can't have those claws around her?"

"So she'll stop getting them done. That should solve your issue."

"I don't want anyone to change themselves or give up on things they like because of me."

"I'm about to kick your ass Lee Seokmin." She muttered angrily. "I have tried to set you up with all kinds of women yet no one is good enough. What do you want Min-ah?"

"What do you want? Why do you keep dragging me to these-"

"Because I want to see you happy!"

"I am happy!"

"Say what you want Seokmin, that's not a happy marriage."

He sighed. "What problem do you have with Y/n?"

"With Y/n?" She looked at him perplexed. "Not one damn thing. In fact when you leave her, I might just ask her to marry me, I love that woman so much. The question is......do you?"

Seokmin blinked, not finding the words. Love? Sure he had a crush on you a couple of years ago but to be honest, nearly everyone did. He was in his final year of culinary school when he caught sight of you at the freshers party, walking in in that tight silver dress, looking like a dream. Rumor was you already had a boyfriend so Seokmin simply introduced himself and walked away, letting that little crush of his fade over time. Soon after, he successfully graduated, got a job at a Michelin star restaurant and life was good until he met you again, almost 4 years later at an alumni party.

Now, did Seokmin still have a crush on you? He didn't know really, he didn't even have the time to sort his feelings, not when you were giving him the flirtiest eyes, hands and body moving not very decently on the dance floor and especially not when you dragged him by the collar to a nearby room and the two of you fucked for hours.

"You always go silent when I ask you this Min-ah. It's a simple yes or no question."

Minseo looked expectedly at her brother who had now diverted his attention to the notification bar and time on his phone - you had still not replied to him. Panic slightly bubbled in his chest. Was something wrong?

He quickly downed the glass of water before of him and grabbed his bag.

"I'm sorry noona, I should head home. I think Y/n needs me."

Before she could reply, he dropped a kiss on her forehead and ran out to the parking, leaving his sighing sister behind. Through the glass she watched her brother rush away in his car, wondering how many more of such set ups it would take before he admitted what he felt for you.

Though Seokmin wanted to get back home as soon as possible, with all that traffic, all he could do was wait, fingers tapping on the wheel, mind getting restless. It was not like you to take so long to reply, he knew that much. Sinking back into the car seat, he glanced out at the streets that he no longer walked down ever since he became a father. The life of leisure he once lived was no longer a possibility because now he lived only for his daughter. And you.

It wasn't a part of his life plan to become a father so young but apparently, things have their own way of panning out. He was supposed to become a famous chef, open his own chain of restaurants, establish himself as a successful businessman and retire by 45. Instead, he found himself getting a phone call from an unknown number about 2 months after that fateful night of the alumni party. It was you.

It was indeed strange that you asked to meet up at your workplace considering the two of you had made it very clear to each other that this was a one time thing, but he went regardless. Over a cup of coffee and a piece of cake you broke the news that you were pregnant and the child was his. Now Seokmin knew condoms were not 100% effective but that night the two of you had used quite a few of them, given how many rounds went down.

You told him you were going to have the child and if he wanted, he could be a part of the baby's life too. Of course he wanted to, even though this entirely threw off his life plan, of course he would be a part of his child's life, there was no question. Seokmin had grown up without the presence of a father his whole life and he knew what the felt like - there was not a chance he would let that child go through the same as well. So he told you he was there for whatever you needed and however you needed him.

The first trimester was quite uneventful. Seokmin had barely seen you after that meeting in the cafe - the two of you would just keep in touch via texts. He would check up to make sure you were eating on time and that the morning sickness wasn't too much. You would simply answer his questions and thank him. But you didn't ever ask much of him.

By your second trimester, he had moved into the building across yours so he could be near you for anything you wanted and everything you needed. He helped drive you to and from your prenatal visits, did grocery runs whenever you worked too late, carried your bags and boxes up the stairs. It was all on his own though, you still had asked for any favours.

The first thing you had ever asked of him was nearly a month later, around the 7th month of your pregnancy. In the middle of a rainy night, with a small bag slung over your shoulder, you had knocked on this door, mildly drenched and shivering. Seokmin instantly panicked even though you repeatedly assured him you were alright. The problem was your dick of an ex boyfriend, constantly knocking down your front door leaving you no choice but to take the fire escape and come here. That man had been behind you for months, insisting you take him back into your life, not taking no for an answer. His persistence had forced you to even change homes and numbers over the last year but now somehow, he had managed to find you again. You asked if you could stay here for a day or two till he stopped bothering you and Seokmin immediately agreed. He had no idea you were going through all this.

One day turned to two and two became a week. Seokmin had now began accompanying you almost everywhere, constantly keeping an eye on your surroundings and it was a miracle he hadn't landed a punch on that slime ball of an ex of yours. That man would harass and embarrass you publicly, he would turn up drunk at the doorstep and create a scene, throwing up and passing out, he would follow you to your workplace and just sit in the store hours on end. Things became exponentially worse when he found out that you and Seokmin were not in fact in a relationship, just expecting a child together - he went ballistically crazy with his attempts to get you back.

Panic rose in Seokmins chest just thinking about those days years ago, hoping to god everything was fine at home. He glanced at his phone again as he parked his car and rushed out, bolting up the stairs, unable to wait for the lift. When he opened the door of his apartment, toys and books and things were scattered everywhere, in the middle of the living room, a bunch of disorganised chairs and sheets haphazardly thrown around.

Seokmin slowly and quietly approached the mess pushing everything aside, heart racing in his chest, thoughts plaguing his mind till he spotted you and his little girl, fast asleep in what was clearly a blanket fort, making him sigh in relief. Your phone was lying next to you and Aera was lying on top, head snuggled in your chest, raising and falling rhythmically. You looked so beautiful tired, sleeping with your hair askew and mouth slightly open - seeing the mess all around, Seokmin knew it must have been one of Aera's uncontrollably active days. He smiled at the way your arm protectively wrapped around her and how she clung onto you - watching the two of you together was always his favourite thing to do. But he knew it must hurt to carry her weight on top for so long so he slowly crouched and quietly tried to take his daughter into his arms but the moment he lifted her-

"Daddy!"

Seokmin laughed as his girl, now somehow fully awake, began excitedly moving in his arms in a little dance to welcome him home, giggling away. He stood up, hugging her back and peppering her tiny face with kisses as she proceeded to sing loudly in joy. (She truly did take after him.) He watched her amused, trying to make out what in the world she was saying, when you let out a soft groan, making him turn. As you stretched awake, yawning and sighing, eyes slowly fluttering open, flashing him a sleepy smile, Seokmin felt his heart flip in his chest.

"Why, why, why doesn't your daughter sleep Mr. Lee?"

He chuckled. "I think she takes after you Ms. L/n."

"Oh no no, I was always the obedient child in the house. Your sister told me you were the troublemaker."

"You're calling this cutie a troublemaker?" Seokmin scrunched the cheeks of his daughter earning the cutest laugh. "She looks like the best baby in the world to me."

You sighed, getting up and rubbing soft circles her tummy.

"You're always gonna be daddy's baby girl aren't you?"

You could too if you want to.

Seokmin ignored his stupid mind voice and glanced at your tired self, slightly worried. "How was your day?"

"Decent." You smiled. "I was working on orders in the morning - there was a baby shower I had to cater for in the afternoon. I swear, I stepped out into the balcony to take a call for literally 5 minutes and your 'best' baby here had lathered herself in all the frosting I made. Then I had to sit make another batch while while the sugar turned your daughter into a hyperactive destruction machine. She didn't even sleep in the afternoon and I had just managed to get her to sleep when..."

"Sorry." Seokmin gushed sheepishly. "I thought I was helping-"

"No, no thats okay, she needs to bathe and eat anyways. Better you wake her up, she gets all cranky otherwise."

Seokmin dropped a sweet kiss on his child's cheek as she continued to search for something in his ear lobe with utmost seriousness.

"How was your day? How's Minseo?"

"Oh same old, just complaining about her kids and mom, the usual." He didn't need you to know the exact details of what happened. Not when it didn't matter to him anyways. "She said she had dinner prepared at home so we didn't really eat anything."

"Oh no, you must be so hungry? I have a few orders to pack for tomorrow, let me quickly finish that up, then we can do dinner yeah?"

Seokmin nodded as you walked away to the kitchen, sleep barely shaken away.

The good thing about Seokmin's apartment was the large pantry, which when you first came to this house was merely a storeroom but over time, it had become your working station. After you had graduated, given your sweet tooth, you had travelled around, meeting different chefs, taking small courses and mastered the art of dessert making. Not only did that trip help get away from and over your ex boyfriend but it had also solidified your skill set as a pattisier. After coming back to Seoul, an old senior and friend had contacted you, offering you a job in her bakery cafe till you worked on your own business plan and all was going well till that alumni party.

Sure, when Seokmin introduced himself to you in your freshmen year you thought he was possibly the most gorgeous person you'd ever laid your eyes on. He didn't seem too interested in you and that was fine, given you were already in a relationship with your high school boyfriend. Meeting him again, so many years later, finding out he had gotten oh so much hotter and having suffered a dry spell for so long, you had managed to somehow get into his pants for what was the best night you had ever had. You had quite literally fucked him out of your mind, and were happily moving on with your life when the news of the pregnancy hit.

You did go to work in the initial months but as the third trimester approached, it was hard to balance your wellbeing and the strain that came from working. Your boss was kind enough to let you keep your job and that's how for the last 2 odd years, you found yourself working from home, only preparing and delivering on custom orders the shop received, allowing you to keep both your passion alive and make decent money.

"I was going to give Aera a bath-"

"Okay!"

"-but the neighbours kids want to take her downstairs to play."

Normally, you wouldn't let her go down when it was late and dark outside but she needed to get that sugar out of her system and you needed to be alone with Seokmin for a bit. There was something you wanted to talk to him for a while now.

The giggles of your daughter faded in the background as Seokmin walked into the kitchen, pulling out a tub of something from his bag.

"I'm going to make the best ravioli you've ever had for dinner."

You smiled watching him wash up and put on an apron, getting ready to bustle away in the kitchen. You loved watching Seokmin cook - there was something so elegant and attractive about how well he navigated around while cooking, smoothly chopping and stirring away. He never let you make dinner. Though he slogged in the kitchen restaurant from day break till the evening cooking away, Seokmin never let you cook when he was home. He'd say you didn't have to worry about it when he was there. Actually, as long as he was around, you never worried about anything.

You didn't think there would come a point where Seokmin would become your partner for life but here you are. Years ago, when your ex was tormenting you, you had contemplated just moving out of the city but it was Seokmin who held your hand and asked you to face him bravely. You did, you really tried, but it didn't matter when the other man was such a terrible pain in the ass - nothing changed. It was then that Seokmin’s mother suggested that the two of you get married, hoping that would settle things once and for all but you refused.

As idealistic as that seemed, it was never your intention to bind Seokmin with you in such a permanent relationship but he didn't seem to think so. If a marriage was what it would take to keep his child safe, he was willing to do it. It took a few more months, a few more threats from your ex and a reasonable suggestion from your sister for you to finally agree to it. Within a few days the two of you were married with a set of promises said out loud and a set of them silently agreed upon

One, this would be an open marriage - two of you were free to see and be with other people and two, 3 years later, you would reassess where this relationship stood and what it's future would be.

You had agreed on this arrangement for Seokmin more than for yourself. Once you gave birth, you knew you'd be busy with your child and work, but you didn't want Seokmin to feel trapped because of one night's decision. True enough, after Aera came along, you didn't even have the time to look at another man, forget thinking about one. Sometimes you wondered if Seokmin found someone but from the intel that had reached you, it didn't seem like he had. He'd always come home immediately after work, he didn't usually go out anywhere on the weekends, his friends always complained to you that they never saw him around - Seokmin spent every breathing minute he had free with his daughter.

You glanced at the calendar hanging on the wall beside Seokmin for the nth time this month, noting each day that your wedding anniversary was approaching. It would soon be time to reevaluate your marriage with him but if you didn't find anyone and if he didn't find anyone, you wondered what he thought about your idea. One that you had been nurturing for a while now.....

Seokmin could feel your eyes burning into his back and knew you wanted to say something. By the time he walked into the kitchen you were already done with your orders which meant the last 20 minutes he spent cooking, you were simply lost in thought about something. Something Seokmin had a feeling he knew.

Ever since a month ago, when the restraining order against your ex was finally approved and the threat on you had been lifted, Seokmin had a gnawing feeling about the future of this relationship. You were not interested in a marriage to begin with, now you didn't have a reason to continue in it either. That could only mean one thing - you were going to leave him. The time had come.

Seokmin held his breath as you approached him,

"Seokmin, I was thinking...."

Please don't say you wanna leave me. Please don't say it. Please don't say it.

"It's been almost 3 years since we've gotten married and had Aera. She's not all grown up yet, but she's grown up quite a bit and....."

Please. Please. Please.

"I was thinking maybe it's time we...."

Seokmin took a deep breath preparing himself. This was it.

"Get a cat or something?"

Seokmin turned to you surprised. "A what?"

"A cat, or a dog if you prefer that, any pet actually."

"So you're not leaving me?"

"Huh?"

"I mean" Seokmin mentally smacked himself, rambling to his defence. "You're.... leaving that decision to me? To get a pet? Why? I mean why a pet, I mean why so suddenly?"

You sighed, leaning against the counter. "Aera constantly needs me around because she gets bored. She's young, she needs company and I'm hoping a pet can give her that? I mean obviously the better option would be if we.... I mean if she....."

Seokmin looked at you confused. "If she?"

Well, fingers crossed, here we go.

"I don't know, could have a sibling? Kids need company to grow up and I think it would be nice if Aera could have a little brother or sister....."

Seokmin stared at you, his expression unreadable before his voice softened, leaving him uncertain. "Do you really want that? Another child?"

"I think I'm ready for another one?..... if you want one that is." You add quickly. "I don't want you to feel compelled or anything. We can still just get a pet-"

"No..." Seokmin shook his head, clearing his throat before continuing. "I don't mind. I don't mind having another child. It's just....I don't know how complicated the adoption process is-"

"Oh." You scratched the back of your neck. This conversation was a lot harder than you had anticipated. "I wasn't thinking about adoption actually..... I mean it's great and everything but I was thinking more of a child of my own..... our child."

Seokmin blinked rapidly. "O-ours?"

"I mean we already have one together, I think it'll be a lot less complicated if I were to have another one that.....you be the father?" 

.

.

.

That would not make anything less complicated.

"Your silence is scaring me Seokmin. There's no compulsion, it's only if you want. I might be the one giving birth but your preference matters too. If you don't want this then we'll just forget this conversation ever happened."

It was ridiculous you thought he might not want a future, a bigger family with you when he had been dreaming of this for the last 3 years.

"I love Aera more than anything in this world. If I could have another child that's part me, especially if it'll make Aera happy, of course I'd want that. It's just...."

"What?"

"How...." He refused to meet your questioning eyes. "How are you and supposed to.....you know?"

"Oh." Of course there would be a discussion about the process and of course you're flushed a violent shade of pink. "I uh looked into that, there's a few fertility clinics here that do a procedure called IUI, intrauterine insemination or something like that, basically it's an artifical process of.....sex?"

"Ah....." He nods slowly. "That sounds-"

You wanted to know what he's thinking, you wanted to know what he wanted but the doorbell rang, pulling you away from the conversation. Knowing the delivery person was here for today's orders you quickly excused yourself and turned your attention to your work, bringing out the orders, taking them down to load the van. By the time you're done and ready to listen to him again, Seokmin has already finished up in the kitchen and has his eyes glued to his phone.

He didn't acknowledge your presence, which is rather odd because Seokmin is always so reactive to you. Realising that he was perhaps not comfortable or in a disagreement with the discussion, you decided to end it and not being it up anymore. Instead, you resorted to cleaning up the mess in the living room, pointlessly might I add, for within minutes, your daughter came barging in, done with her playtime, ready to make a mess again. Before she could topple over the box of toys, Seokmin appeared out of nowhere, swooping her into this arms, protecting your just cleaned zone. He flashed you a smile, continuing to play a game of Aera-plane with her as you hugged your knees and watched them.

Seokmin was a great father and that was the reason you wanted to have another child with him. That and the fact that he was also a great person - one could scour the whole earth and not find a man even half as good as him. Though you had entered this marriage with the idea that it could end anytime, with each passing day, that turned into a strange fear - a fear of him leaving you, especially now that you and Aera were no longer in danger. When even your marriage could not keep your ex away from you, Seokmin decided to take things in a legal direction to finally get him out of the way. Now that all of that was successfully done, the number of things binding this marriage had reduced.

When you discussed the idea of having another baby with your sister, she asked if this was an attempt to add to the list of reasons keeping this marriage together. Oh hell no. If anything it was the exact opposite. Having another child with Seokmin would only lead to one thing - you falling in love with him all over again and him not feeling the same for you yet again. It would make ending this relationship, whenever the time came for it, that much harder. But you knew for Aera this decision made sense - it was only for her sake.

Seokmin and Aera had now switched to the game of Aera-train, the two of them crawling all around the space on their knees, making you laugh at their antics. You grabbed your little girl and pulled her into your lap, smothering her cute face with kisses as she wriggled in your grip. Exhausted, Seokmin lied down beside you, mouthing a thank you.

"How much more playtime is it going to take before you burn all that sugar missy?"

"Hide and seek!" Aera clapped, still not understanding how exhausted the two of you were. "You and daddy hide, I count."

"Aera, you need to shower-"

Not listening, she slipped out of your lap, plastering herself against at wall, closing her eyes.

"One, two-"

"Sweetheart-"

"Seven, ten, twelve-"

Seokmin looked up. "Who the hell is teaching her numbers?"

"Thirty, forty-"

Laughing you quickly pulled Seokmin to his feet, the two of your scrambling to find a place to hide and in the hurry, settling in the tiny gap between the closet and the bathroom, bodies pressed against each other. As the laughter faded, you realised just how close you were, faces inches apart, breath held and heart racing.

Hearts.

With your hands pressed against his pecs, you could feel his racing too.

"Should have hidden in different places huh" Seokmin whispered, earning a short nod from you.

"It's too late. We're stuck, I guess."

Seokmin couldn't tell what exactly you were talking about, somehow it's different. You gulped the phantom lump in your throat, trying to look away but there's only so much you could look at around you. When you looked at him again, he was lost in thought.

"What are you thinking?"

"I uh." Seokmin cleared his throat. "I was reading up about this Intra- thing."

Oh. So the conversation wasn't done. "Uh huh."

"It's expensive."

"Yeah it is...." You had already done all the research for it of course. "Which sucks because it doesn't have a very high chance of success either."

"Not to mention, it requires many tests and appointments."

"Yeah, it would interupt with both our work schedules too."

"Exactly.....so I'm not sure if it's really the best option for us?"

You looked at him straight in the eye. What was going on in his head? Why was a completely wild thought entering your head?

You nodded slowly. "Maybe we should look into the alternatives. Try and do a little more research?"

"And find an option that's affordable, efficient, and not very time consuming."

"That would be ideal.....I wonder what that could be."

Both of you knew what it could be. Both of you knew exactly what it could be.

"The only way I can think of is," You tried not to let your voice shake. "The way everyone usually does this...."

Seokmin frowned, "There are other ways?"

How could a man this fine be this stupid?

"The way we already made a child Seokmin."

Just the memory of that night sends blood rushing down Seokmin’s body. That was not an event of loving baby making.

"You want to do t-that again?"

Your stomach literally wanted to hurl its contents. "Do you?"

"I mean," He could feel the sweat drip down the groove of his back. "If that's the best way to have another child. It does seem like the practical, logical, reasonable choice."

"Yeah..." You met his eyes, hoping to god he could tell you were lying. "That's the only reason why...."

The thick, unresolved tension makes you shiver, prompting you to shift in the space, and Seokmin's arms immediately grabbed you at the waist to keep you steady - he was terrified that the secret in his pants would expose him for what he truly was.....absolutely and fatally, gone for you.

If you had ever given him even the slightest indication that you wanted him, Seokmin knew for a fact that he would have given you a whole lot of babies by now - there was nothing more he wanted than a life and a family with you. But you only ever smiled at him sweetly, never letting on anything further and Seokmin was okay with that too. He was okay with whatever you wanted. Now you wanted him to put another baby in you and he had no idea how he was going to stay sane doing that. Or after that.

"Speaking of which...." You pulled away from him, looking concerned. "Where's the child we already made?"

It had to have been a while by now and Aera was usually much better than this at hide and seek, making the two of you panic and rush out of your hiding space, calling out to her. In less than a minute, Seokmin found her curled up in the couch fast asleep, snoring away.

You groaned. "She hasn't showered or eaten-"

"Shh, it's okay." Seokmin crouched beside her, attempting to carry her to her bed. "We can just-"

"Caught you!"

Much to Seokmin's disappointment, your daughter jumped out of the couch, kicking her feet, ecstatic that she had him fooled. You covered your mouth so Seokmin could not see you struggling to hold back your laughter as Aera ran around chanting, caught you, caught you.

"Well isn't she a smartass." You noted, trying to soothe his annoyance.

"Yeah, we need to stop letting her hang out with Yoon Jeonghan." He muttered as he picked up his running daughter, seating her on the side of his hip, squeezing her cheeks. "And I caught you so now playtime is over. It's shower time, you little pig."

Aera whined, trying to reach for you to save her and you stepped back. "No, no, you've done enough today. You've to sleep soon-"

"Not sleepy." She groaned, snuggling her head into Seokmin’s neck, as he walked away, shaking his head.

"You're not gonna let mommy and daddy sleep tonight are you?"

You froze in the middle of the hall hearing his words.

Tonight?

You were not really sure what came over you when you suggested having sex again to make another baby. Maybe it was the proximity of the space or the fact that he was already so on board with the idea or just because you've been wanting to jump this man for 3 years now. You don't really know. You didn't know how you were even going to sleep with him just one more time. Or how to handle things after that. Maybe this was a terrible idea.

Of course it was a terrible idea. And it was only further proven when you grabbed Aera's night clothes and walked into the bathroom to find both father and daughter settled in the bathtub, engaged in a waterfight, making you raise your eye brows in question.

"She put water all over me!" Seokmin justified as Aera covered her face in soap bubbles, hiding from you. "It's not my fault, she insisted I get in with her."

Yes but why did he have to take his shirt off for that? And why did your eyes have to follow those little rivets of water running down his bicep and chest? You tore your gaze away from him and quickly pulled your child out of the tub, and the moment you set her down, she giggled and bolted, making you sigh.

"I'm banning sugar in this house." Seokmin laughed.

"She usually gets sleepy after a meal." You threw him a towel too and looked away as he caught it. "Shouldn't disturb us too much tonight."

Seokmin stared at you as you left. Tonight?

You wanted to do this tonight? Hell no. He needed time. He needed to convince himself to not let this one time raises his hopes, to not let himself fall more miserably in love with you. How was he ever going to do that? Everything you did only made him that much more whipped for you. Even now, after he washed himself up and walked out, he saw you softly drying Aera's hair, singing her favourite song, and leaned against the door frame, smiling fondly. Just the thought of another child, part you part him, running across this space made his heart swell with joy. He really wanted that.

When you meet his eye and smiled, he returned it, ignoring his racing heart and walked off to heat the sauces for dinner - a non spicy one for Aera and another spicy one for the two of you. Your eyes followed him, noticing that he had donned a new pair of grey sweatpants which were hanging low on his hips, coupled with a white tank top that was doing a terrible job of hiding his pecs. God this man wanted to end you.

By the time you put Aera in her baby chair, he had already set everything on the table and true to his word it is the best damn ravioli in the world.  You told him that and that was all the conversation that took place - dinner was unusually silent. Maybe because the both of you had the same set of thoughts running through your minds, both apprehensive about what would go down in the coming few hours. Even Aera had noticed the silence, her head turning between the two of you, her expression confused all through dinner. Yawning, she watched her parents awkwardly move around each other in the kitchen, even more polite and formal than they usually were as they cleaned it up.

You left Seokmin to put Aera to sleep as you headed to the shower to wash up for the night. Staring at the mirror, you stripped out of your clothes, observing everything that had changed over the last three years - you hadn't really cared for the post pregnancy effects on your body but somehow today you were feeling conscious. Taking a deep breath you convinced yourself that it was fine - that this was a one time thing anyways, that this was just to procreate, nothing else. Still, you quickly shaved yourself, used your best smelling soap and wore a new night suit - a pink one, with tiny flowers all over the shirt and shorts.

By the time you returned, Seokmin had already put Aera to sleep and settled in front of the TV, ready to play the next episode of masterchef, the one show the two of you being professionals thoroughly enjoyed. You wondered if you has misread his statement and had unnecessarily readied yourself for tonight and contemplated changing into something different when Seokmin sensed your presence behind him and asked you to hurry up. Biting your lip out of embarrassment, you walked over and settled down on the other end of the couch where you usually sat, not noticing the way his eyes trailed down your body before gulping and looking away.

"You're wearing a new nightsuit." He observed, avoiding mentioning that he also noticed you smelt different than usual - sweeter, more addicting.

"You're wearing a new trackpant too." You added so it didn't seem like you were the only one who was prepared for tonight.

"I.... didn't really notice. Just grabbed the first thing I could find and..." Lies. Pure lies. Seokmin deliberately wore the most loose sweatpants he could find hoping to god it would hide the raging boner he was housing between his legs. Even though he had already jerked off prior to showering to avoid being caught, he knew just the thought of what might happen tonight was enough to bring it back and sure enough, just your scent was enough to do that. He pulled a pillow onto his lap, starting the episode to divert the topic.

As the show continued, the two of you did your usual drill of discussing the recipes, how you'd do it differently and what he'd change to improve it. The thought hadn't stopped running in the back of your mind though, about whether tonight was indeed the night. About who was going to bring it up, how you were going to do....it.

"That guy, he's got a great future as a pattisier." Seokmin pointed at the screen. "If he ever opens a shop, I bet his dessert will be some of the most in demand in the city." He turned to you smiling. "Unless you enter the business. Then nobody stands a chance."

You laughed a little sadder than you intended to. "Having my own business feels like a once upon a dream now. With Aera now, I'm not sure how I can handle a whole business by myself-"

"Of course you won't be by yourself. I'll be there, with you, for you." He tilted his head. "Always."

"You've always wanted to have a restaurant of your own too. What about your dream?"

"I'm already working in one of the best restaurants in thr city. I'm living half of it already. I wish you could live yours too."

How did he always place you before him? Why was he always so good to you?

You turned to face him, leaning against the handrest. "What if we both had one dream? We could open a small business of our own which could feature both my desserts and your food."

"That would work." Seokmin nodded. "But it would require an extensive kitchen, we both need a ton of very different equipment, a lot more investment and time on our hands too. I mean if both of us are busy, with not fixed working hours, who'll take care of the kid?" He paused for a moment before reminding himself and you. "Kids."

Your heart felt like it was in your mouth.

"If they're of school going age, it shouldn't be so hard to handle should it?"

He mirrored your posture, more interested in the prospect now that it seemed possible and you continued.

"I wanted to have my own shop by the time I was 30, which means we have another 6 years for that. Aera will start going to school when she's 5, so there's another 2 years for that."

"Which means if we want our second child to also be of school going age by that time then we should have one by....." Seokmin did the math on his fingers. "Early next year."

You nodded, doing math of your own. "Given it will take 9 months to get one out, it means I have to get pregnant by latest...."

"March." Seokmin concluded, staring at his hands. "Which is this month."

Fuck.

"And given the best time to get pregnant is when I'm most fertile and that's..." You glanced at the date on your phone screen and looked up at him just as he lifted his head. "Now."

The two of you stared at each other in the silence as the end credits of the episode rolled on the screen, the next one waiting to be played.

"Is..." Seokmin took a deep breath. "Is that the future you really want? Running a business together, having 2 kids.... us?"

You really really really wanted that.

You nodded slowly. "If you want it too."

Seokmin took a whole minute to stare at the floor before turning off the TV, submerging the two of you in the dimness of the night lights.

"I do." He tossed the remote aside, slowly meeting your eye. "So, we do this.... right now?"

You glanced around the house. "Well, we are done for the day. All we have left to do is head to bed....."

Fuck, fuck, fuck, this was really happening?

"Wait," Seokmin panicked. "I don't have any condoms, I'll need to buy-."

"Lee Seokmin."

Oh no. "Yeah?" Had he messed up already? Did you not want to any more?

"We're trying to have a baby."

"I know....." and when the realisation hit, Seokmin felt all the blood leave his brain and shoot straight to his dick.

"So I..... so we're....I'm gonna do this raw?"

You looked at him, just a little amused. "That's kinda how getting pregnant works."

"What if you don't get pregnant?"

"Considering I got pregnant even when we did it with condoms, I don't know if that's going to be such a huge problem."

"Things don't always work out the same right? What if you don't get pregnant?"

"Then....we're going to have to do this till I get pregnant."

"This as in I...." Seokmin held his breath. "We have sex raw and...."

Your stomach flipped inside you. "And you come inside me, yes"

"I'm gonna fucking die." He muttered under his breath.

"Huh?"

He looked at your confused face, having not heard him. If you were going to let him re-live this, you deserved it too.

"Well, we have to do this right."

"What right?"

Seokmin ran his hand through his hair knowing he was digging his own grave with this.

"Come here." He tossed the pillow aside and held his hand out, pulling you closer as you took it, guiding you to straddle his lap. Both of you let out a soft groan as you felt his hard length under you and he could feel how soaked you were, through both your shorts and his pants.

"I know we're doing this to get you pregnant but when was the last time you...." slept with someone.

"With you." You confessed. "3 years ago."

Seokmin nodded slowly. "Then it's only right I make sure you feel good."

"What about you?" You stared at his collar bone instead, absentmindedly playing with the fabric of his tank top, wondering what the answer would be. Dreading what it would be.

"With you."

You looked up a little surprised. "You didn't see anyone else? In 3 years?"

"You didn't either."

"I didn't have the time."

"And I didn't have the need." He looked at you so earnestly, you wanted to bury this man in you and never let him go. "I'm happy with my life. I'm happy with Aera, I'm...." He smiled softly. "I'm happy with you. I'm not seeking anything else."

You cupped his cheek, running your thumb across the bone. How did you get so lucky?

"Seokmin." He hummed as you let your hands wrap around his neck. "Hurry up and put a baby inside me."

Groaning, he hooked his hands under your thighs, lifting you into his arms with surprising ease. Moving to the room with soft footfall and gently dropping you onto the bed, he watched as looked at him, pupils blown, reminding him of that night all those years ago. Fuck he really wanted to be inside you.

"Move back." He tapped your leg, clambering on the bed slowly as you obeyed, scooting behind, letting him slide his fingers between the elastic of your shorts. "Up."

As you raised your hips, he pulled down both your shorts and your panties in one go, leaving you feeling both strangely exposed and admired.

"You didn't have to." He muttered and you know he's talking about you shaving as he ran his hands up and down your thighs softly, before meeting your eye. "You're unbelievably beautiful, no matter what." A shiver ran down your spine as he leaned to drop a small kiss on your belly.

"Seokmin please..." You whined, pulling him up, unable to take the wait anymore. "Please just...."

"You don't have to beg sweetheart." He dropped another kiss on your forehead, then your jaw. "Let me make you feel good first, then I'll fill you up." His finger slipped between your soaked folds. "....and then again, just to be sure."

You let out the most unholy moan as his words shot straight to your core and his fingers easily found your clit, drawing soft circles, driving you insane in all ways possible. Seokmin looked at you with the softest eyes, laced with a hint of undeniable desire, like he was craving you. "Is it okay if I go down on you?"

Okay? It took all the sanity left in you to nod slowly, like you weren't eagerly throbbing just at the thought of it.

As you propped yourself on your elbows, he slowly slid down between your legs, pulling them over this shoulders, holding back a groan at the sight of the wet mess you'd made - you were dripping and he revelled in it. Eyes still locked with yours, his tongue ran up your folds, making you grip the sheets below, mouth falling open in a not so silent sigh. Fuck you hadn't been touched properly in so long and the fact that it was Seokmin again of all people was making it so much better. You'd been wanting him for way too long now.

"You need to keep it down baby." It took everything in you to turn the moan that left you into a whimper. How on earth were you supposed to that when he was saying such things??? "Our daughter is asleep next door."

You nod hurriedly, lacing your hand through his thick hair, as he went down on your again, smiling against your skin. He knew you needed him, badly, and God he wanted you so much too, he wanted you in entirely.

His nose brushed against your clit, making you almost writhe at the overstimulation, stopped only by the tight grip of his hands around your thighs. Unable to grab much of the sheets with your free hand, you slid it under your shirt, grabbing a boob, squeezing it pathetically as Seokmin watched you, nearly coming in his pants. Maybe one day he would admit this out loud, but the first year after Aera was born, watching you feed her with your breasts spilling out of your bra always drove him certifiably insane. As pathetic as it sounded, he was jealous of his months old daughter but now..... Seokmin slid his hand up your body, feeling how perfectly your free breast filled his hand, the moan he let go against your clit vibrating through your body, pulling out the sexiest gasp he'd ever heard.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, you were going to be the end of him.

"More." You moaned, pushing your hips up, desperate to be filled. "Seokmin, just a little more-"

And that's when letting go his ministrations on your boob, he brought his hand back down to your entrance, pushing a finger in. And then another. And God, though you were throbbing and practically dying to be filled, the intrusion sent the pain of the stretch shooting up you, making you wince and grab all you had your hands on a lot tighter. Sensing your discomfort, Seokmin stopped immediately, raising himself up, his face hovering over yours, concerned.

"Did I hurt you?" He hadn't touched you in so long, honestly he had no idea how to touch you either - what you liked, what you wanted, he didn't have a clue. He'll learn, he swears if you let him, he'd memorise every small detail, every single sign.

"Just...." You panted, feeling the pain ebb into pleasure. "No, no, you didn't, please don't stop."

Obeying, Seokmin instantly began pumping his fingers, still watching you closely. Under his gaze you felt so exposed, like if he looked a little deeper into your eyes he would see the unbelievable amount of love you had for him. Would that be such a bad thing though?.....

Fisting the material of his tank top, you pulled him down, pressing your forehead against his, letting your moans spill right into his ears. Chest swelling with pride, Seokmin picked up the pace, alternating between scissoring you open and pushing his fingers knuckle deep. Lord why was he so good at this?

Seokmin watched as your breaths got shallow and quick, knowing you were nearly there and brushed his thumb over your clit with just enough pressure to push you over the edge. Back arching off the bed, you clenched around him, feeling wave after wave of pleasure erupt across your being as though every nerve in your body was set on fire. Seokmin stopped but did not pull out, eyes fixed on the way you were a panting mess under him, still struggling to ground yourself.

"That...." You focused your vision on him, a slight smile dancing your lips. "That was fucking good."

"Hmm language." Seokmin laughed, finally and unfortunately pulling his fingers out leaving you empty and wanting. You turned to him as he buried his elbow into the mattress beside your face, propping his head on his hand, glancing down at you. You looked at him and he looked at you, blinking slowly, letting so many unsaid things pass in the silence. Bringing your hand up, you traced the outline of his features with a strange sadness that when all this was over there was going to be distance between the two of you again.

Seokmin needed you to stop that. He needed you stop looking at him, to stop touching him like that, there was only so much he could control himself. He knew he wouldn't get this chance over and over again and he wanted to make it count as much as possible. For you and for him.

"Didn't actually get to eat you out." He muttered in your ear, running his fingers between folds, gathering your release, spreading it around your throbbing hole. "Wanna make you come on my tongue."

To his momentary disappointment, you shook your head. "Some other time." What? "Right now I need you to get inside me."

"Just one-"

He stuttered to a stop when you ran your hand down his torso, palming his erection, it's thickness literally making you salivate. God you wanted him in your mouth so bad but you needed him inside you a lot more desperately. You had slept with him him before, you knew he felt like heaven and you had waited long enough.

"Seokmin please." You squeezed his length, earning a low growl from him. "I want that baby. I really want it." When he moved, hovering over you once again, palms planted beside you, you didn't even realise the words that left you. "I really want you."

Seokmins eyes widened, processing your words, but that was before you clawed the material of his tank top on his back, making him sit up and strip out if it in a flash. He didn't have it in him to get out of the bed and step put of his track pants, opting to pull his length out of them instead, stroking it, spreading his precum all over it. He watched your eyes fixed on his movements, mouth slight open, before you blinked up at him, sighing like you couldn't wait. Mirroring your desperation, Seokmin slowly pushed himself into you, slipping in with a satisfying ease, bottoming out with a groan. Your nails raked his bare back, struggling to ground yourself as he filled that emptiness in you oh so well.

"Move." You moaned, adding a please at the end as though he wouldn't happily bury himself in you again and again. Though he needed a minute. He needed to memorise the feeling of you so warm and tight around him. Fuck you were a dream.

When you whimpered his name again he finally started moving, pulling back a little and pushing himself all the way in again and again. You slid your hands up, hooking them onto his shoulders, feeling every bit of him inside you, walls throbbing with every drag against it. It took everything in Seokmin to not empty himself entirely in you when you clenched around him, slowly approaching your high.

"A little longer." He pleaded. He didn't want this to end yet. "Hang in there a little longer for me beautiful. Come with me."

Then maybe he should have shut his mouth. His words had your heart racing as you felt that familiar build up in you, the one that has your toes curling. Seokmin knew you were going to come soon with the way your kept fluttering around him, squeezing and releasing him in a way that was testing his sanity.

"Shit." He muttered, burying his face in the crook of your neck and pulling your leg, guiding it towards his waist, making you wrap both of them around him, his length reaching spots you didn't even know were possible. It only took a few more strokes of increasing speed before you felt that knot tightening in you rapidly unravel, pushing wave after wave of please coursing through your body, literally blinding you for a minute there.

By the time you regained your composure Seokmin was still in the same position, buried deep inside you, his breath softly caressing the skin of your neck, face hidden from you. You slowly ran your hands up and down his back, letting him know you were okay. In fact you were better than okay, something told you if he fucked you a little longer you would fall apart around him all over again.

"Go on." You tightened your legs around his waist, feeling how he was still so painfully hard inside you. "Do it Seokmin, come inside me."

To your surprise, you felt him sigh, as he attempted to pull out but remained unsuccessful given the way you had locked him against you.

"What's wrong?" You could feel your heart thump in your chest at his uncertainty.

"Can I be honest with you?"

Oh no. "Of course."

Please don't end this.

"I....."

Please don't say you don't want this.

"I don't want you to get pregnant again."

The way you immediately let him go makes him quickly pull up, his eyes meeting yours which look devastated. Was all he wanted just sex? 

"Yet!" He added hurriedly, panicking at your misinterpretation. "I don't want you to get pregnant again yet. Not that I don't want to have another child with you, God no, there's nothing I want more, just....." He gulped looking away. "Not yet."

His words don't offer you much comfort.

"Why not?" You whispered, terrified of where this conversation was going. "I thought we both thought the timing was right...."

"It is. Its absolutely right. It makes absolute sense. It's just..." Did us making this future together not make sense? "I don't know what this is going to make you think of me but I can't keep pretending anymore. It's going to sound incredibly selfish of me but...."

Please please please don't say you don't want me anymore.

"I want you." You looked at him surprised. "I want you entirely. I don't want you to just be the mother of my children, I want you to be my woman. Mine." He sighed, refusing to meet your eye, terrified to learn what you think of him. "If you get pregnant now, it'll be another few months of dealing with the pregnancy, then the baby and I love the thought of that, god I really do, but a part of me just wants you to myself for a while. To have you as my wife, as a partner, to make love to you again and again and-"

"Wait." You stopped him, unable to take the weight of his words. Did this mean he.... "Look at me." You held his face in both your hands, forcing him to meet your eyes. God, if only you both had just a little more courage, this could've happened years ago. But clearly, it was still not too late.

"Seokmin."

"Hmm."

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"I love you."

Your husband's eyes widened with a whole range of emotions. "Y-you do?"

"Fuck Seokmin, I love you so much. I've been in love with you for so long. How could I not? There's not a thing about you that doesn't make my soul crave for you. I just thought I was a burden, a responsibility you had no choice but to fulfill-"

"No choice?" Seokmin looked at you incredulously. "You are who I would pick over and over and over again, till my last breath, God I love you so much it drives me insane-"

Before he can say anything more you pulled him down into what you realised was your first ever kiss, and he immediately kissed you back, like he wanted this more than he needed to breathe. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer like you couldn't bear to part from him as his hands found your waist, pressing you against him. You didn't want to stop, neither did he, until he pulled away, burying his face in your neck, holding you in a tight hug, one that felt so complete and made you realise how perfectly they two of you fit against each other. And that this entire time Seokmin was still inside you, waiting to finish. As you involuntary clenched around him, Seokmin groaned in your ear.

"Lie on your back."

He pulled back at your words, raising an eyebrow. You gently pushed him off you, his back hitting the mattress.

"Off." You patted his pants, and he quickly lifted hips and kicked it off just before you swung your legs around his waist, straddling him. Seokmin let out a low whistle, slightly smiling at the sight of you above him. You ran your hands down his pecs to his abs as he tucked an arm under his head, watching you.

"Hey."

You hummed in response, tilting your head at him.

"I love you." He looked at you earnestly. "I really really do."

"I love you too." You confessed again, leaning down to drop him a quick kiss, your hand wrapping around his length. "But right now, let me make you come big boy."

Seokmin somehow felt himself get more hard, if that was even possible, as you pumped his length in your hand a few times before raising yourself and aligning it against your entrance, slowly sinking down on it. As your mouth dropped open in a silent sigh feeling him fill both your body and your heart, Seokmin moaned, his free hand running up your thigh. Rocking your hips, slowly readjusting to his thickness, you threw your head back, baring your neck in a way that made Seokmin's mouth water. As he tried to bring his hand up to strip you of your shirt, you beat him to it, slowly unbuttoning it and sliding it off your shoulders, allowing Seokmin to sit up and wrap his mouth around your breast. You ran your hand up the nape of his neck, relishing the way his tongue swirled around your nipple, wondering how in the world the two of you managed to keep your hands off each other all these years. You didn't think you could do more than a while without this man's touch from now. Pulling him from you, you pushed him back once more, holding onto his shoulders for support as you began moving your hips up and down his length. Seokmin cursed under his breath as he gripped the flesh of your ass, guiding your movements. Honestly, he didn't even need you to ride him to finish, just the look on your face, the perfect combination of love and lust, flushed red, slightly shining with sweat, fuck that was enough for him. He held on for as long as he could, hating the idea of not being in you anymore, but when you bit your lower lip, eyes hooded, he couldn't stop himself anymore.

"Fuck, I'm coming."

To his surprise you immediately pulled yourself off him, stroking his dick in your hand, as he finally lost it, his cum splaying all over his abs and your stomach. He looked at you eyebrows raised as you, collected his cum with a finger and slipped it your mouth.

"Do not." Seokmin groaned at the sight. "Don't make me go again, I might just break you."

You laughed, dropping into the space beside him as he put his arm around you, pulling you closer.

"Why though? Wasn't all this for baby number two?"

"Yeah well, I don't think any of what we did was part of traditional baby making."

Seokmin laughed. "You're not wrong there but what about the plan then..."

"I think we can give ourselves some time before we execute our perfect life plan." You cupped his cheek. "Besides, I think everything is perfect already with you by my side."

You had no idea how long the two of made out after that, simply entangled with each other. Maybe it was until you both realised how desperately you needed to shower (though you continued to kiss and giggle under the water.) You only stopped when you stepped out and heard a soft whimpering in the baby monitor, prompting you to quickly get dressed and rush to Aera's room, Seokmin following behind.

He stood, leaning against the door as he watched you lift her into your arms and holding her against your chest.

"Why won't your daughter sleep Mr. Lee?"

"Again, I think she's taken after you Ms.L/n."

"It's Mrs. Lee." You corrected, making him smile.

As he watched you put your child to sleep, be didn't think he could love you any more. Little did he know, in a little over 9 months, mini Seokmin would make his way into this world, and Seokmin loved you more than ever.

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Guidance/ j.m.k

Pairing: Josh Kiszka x Female Reader

Word Count: 1692

Warnings: NSFW 18+ MINORS DNI kissing, touching, very light spanking(?), fingering, oral (m&f receiving), guided intercourse/orgasm, unprotected sex

LMK IF I MISSED ANYTHING

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Sundays are for incense, hot tea and yoga. The sweet scent of Nag Champa fills the air around you, paired with the fruity scent of steeping oolong tea. Josh walks over towards the coffee table to place his mug down next to yours. He sits next to you and rubs your cheek with his hand before placing a gentle kiss to your lips, allowing the contact to linger. Once he pulls away, you find yourself wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him back in.

“Just one more?” You ask, peppering kisses to his soft lips.

“Or a hundred.” Josh giggles between kisses. “A hundred works for me.”

He pulls away, stripping you of his addictive touch, earning a groan from both ends. If you could spend every waking moment feeling him, you would.

“Okay, mama, you ready to start?” He asks, gesturing towards the yoga mats he just finished laying down.

You nod yes, placing your hands on his thighs to push yourself up from the couch. As you begin to walk away, Josh’s hand makes hard contact with the swell of your ass. You let out a yelp and shoot your hand back to grab his, pulling him up from the couch and towards the mats with you. The yoga mats are facing one another so the two of you can watch each other. It’s a simple form of intimacy that you’ve grown to love. Watching as Josh’s curls bounce against his forehead with each movement, the pinkness of his cheeks forming each time he bends over. Whenever you sit knee to knee for meditation, you always peek your eyes open just to take in the great detail of his thoughtful face, committing every detail to memory. Josh watches you too, finding new minute details to love deeply.

“Okay, knees together. Bring your arms up together and inhale deeply. Feel the air fill your lungs and enter your veins.” Josh speaks low, dragging his fingers down your solar plexus.

You let out a hushed hiss at the contact. Sure the yoga was rewarding, but the real prize was the innocent and sensual touching during it all. The light drag of his fingers across your skin, or his hands helping to readjust you into the correct position. Without a doubt, yoga always made you horny, and he made sure to take care of that aspect afterwards each time.

“Bring your arms down slowly and exhale. Now, slowly move your legs shoulder width apart. Bend at the hips and meet the ground with your palms.”

Mmh, downward dog…

You peek your eyes open in an attempt to catch a glimpse of Josh’s perfectly round ass up in the air, but you’re met with an empty yoga mat before you.

“Where’d you go?” You question.

“Back here.” He answers, tapping your ass with his hands like a drum.

You look between your legs, met with Josh’s feet behind you.

“Whatcha doin’ back there, lover?”

“Taking in the view.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. It’s my favorite this time of day.”

“Is that so?”

He answers by walking closer behind you, gently pressing his hard length against your backside. His fingers find their way running along your spine.

“Can’t do that to me…”

“Why not?” Josh chides, placing his hands on your hips.

“You’re a tease.”

“Just say the words, mama.” He slowly starts to rock his hips up and down, teasing his length against you.

“Please?”

“Please, what?”

“Please touch me.” You beg.

It never takes much convincing. If you’re down ten times a day, so is he, anytime you want it. He hooks his thumbs into the waistband of your leggings, pulling them down around your ankles.

“Nothing underneath? Naughty girl.”

On his knees behind you, he wraps his forearms around the front of your thighs, hands resting close to your core, pressing the backs of your thighs into his shoulders. Josh digs his fingertips into the flesh of your inner thighs just enough you’re confident he’ll leave bruises for tomorrow. He wastes no time dragging his tongue through your folds, working himself across your aching clit. Hands still on the floor, you look through your legs to watch him the best you can. All you can see is Josh’s cock growing with impatience beneath his sweatpants. You move one hand from the ground in attempts to reach between your legs and grab him, but to no avail.

“You okay, baby?” He hums into you.

“Wanna feel you.”

“Like this?” Josh moves one hand away from your thighs to run his fingers through your slick.

He teases your entrance before dipping a finger in, curling it against your sweet spot.

“Fuck, I can’t wait.” He removes his finger and places his hands to your hips, pulling himself up off the ground.

“Can I love you now?” Josh asks, rubbing his hands in wide circles over your ass.

“Mhm, please?” The intoxicating feeling of his hands on you is almost enough for you to shut down.

He rids himself of his sweatpants, tossing them across the living room. He places one hand to your hip as the other guides his length between your velvety folds. He collects your slick on himself, teasing your clit with the tip before resting his length at your entrance.

“Breathe in through your nose, take what you need.”

You follow his instructions feeling the air fill your lungs, the sensation of his hands burning metaphorical impressions on your flesh.

“Gently take it in.” He slowly pushes himself into your throbbing core. “Feel me right there? Your sacral chakra?”

“Mmh, Josh.” You moan as his length stretches you, perfectly filling you up.

“Give me one of your wrists.” He demands.

You reach your left arm back, Josh removes his left hand from your waist and tightens it around your wrist.

“Other one, too, mama.”

You repeat your motions, allowing Josh to be in control. Each stroke leaves you yearning for more of him in any way you can have him. His grip around your wrists, the way he fits inside you perfectly, his thighs against yours. Through all the pleasure, the prolonged stretching of your thighs urges a whine of discomfort to escape your lips.

“Legs. Hurt.” You’re barely able to get the words out.

Josh releases your hands and pulls out of you. He places his arms around your body and brings the both of you down to the yoga mat. He lays back on the mat and pulls your hips back until his lips meet your center, your face above his groin. He dips his tongue inside of you, swirling it around to capture the taste of you entirely. Dragging your tongue across his sensitive tip, you ease him into your mouth, making up the difference with your palm. You move your flattened tongue up and down his shaft, cleaning yourself off of him. His tongue finds its way to your clit as he teasingly flicks it against you a few times. Bringing his hands up to spread your cheeks, he places two fingers inside of you, working them back and forth. Josh readjusts so your abdomen lays on his chest, core above his neck. Assuming it’s for the view, you make sure to hover.

“Sit.” He demands, pulling you onto his neck.

“I don’t wanna hurt you.”

“Not gonna hurt, trust me.”

“What do you want me to do?” You were genuinely asking.

“Sit and ride while my fingers fuck you.”

You lower yourself onto his throat, letting your clit rub against his Adam's apple. He moans in pleasure as your pussy chokes him. Your free hand reaches to cup his balls, gently massaging them as you fuck your mouth around his width, drool dripping down your chin and rolling between his thighs.

“Fuck, mama. I’m so close. Please don’t stop.” He whispers.

The taste of precum welcomes itself to your lips. You remove your mouth from his cock and pull yourself away from his neck. It’s only a matter of seconds before you’re hovering over his cock, your slick covered thighs making their way around his hips. You lower yourself onto him, moaning as he uses you to pull himself up, grabbing you in a hug. His one arm snakes under your top, crossing over your torso. Josh cups your breast, rolling your tender nipple between his index and thumb. The other treads the geography of your body until his fingers find their way against your clit.

“Focus on how I make you feel.” Josh whispers into your ear, trailing wet, heated kisses across your neck and shoulder.

He begins applying slightly more pressure against your clit as he rolls his hips into you, pressing against your sweet spot. You start to tighten around his twitching cock, both on the verge of coming completely undone.

“Right there, baby. Fuck me just like that.” His hold on you grows stronger the closer he gets.

“Josh, I’m gonna cum.”

“Come on, cum for me, mama.” Josh rests his head between your shoulder blades, gently biting into the flesh of your back.

You reach a hand back down to massage his balls again, hoping he’ll come with you. Once you feel the warm release of your soulmate spill out of his throbbing cock, you find yourself coming completely undone in everything relating to him. Taking in the way his warm seed fills you deeply, his tender touch to his favorite spots, the way the room lingers with the aroma of sexual intimacy. You barely lift yourself off of him, turning around to sit in his lap facing him. He wraps his arms around your torso and scoots the two of you back against the front of the couch. You nuzzle your nose into his neck, taking in his fucked out scent. Josh drags his fingers up and down your spine, resting his cheek against your head. Your fingers find their way tangled in the sweat-soaked curls resting at the nape of his neck, running them through the ends.

“Feel better?” Josh hums, his voice laced with lust.

“We should do this kind of yoga more often.”

“We can do that.”

#greta van fleet #greta van fic #greta van fluff #greta van fleet fan fiction #greta van smut #gvf fic #gvf smut #one shot #greta van fanfic #josh kiskza fanfic #gvf josh #joshua michael kiszka #josh kiszka smut #josh m kiszka #josh kiszka #josh gvf #dr jmk #fan fic smut #gretavanfleet #holybananafuck

[joesanrio]

Hiiii can I request a Jey uso X female reader where jey sees a post on social media saying reader is messing with Jimmy and it’s not true. But Jey still gets hot headed and stuff thank you ☺️

This!! I love this. I feel like I took this and ran with it- so please forgive me 🩷 a bit angsty :))

All over Twitter | J.U

Summary: Jey never liked how quickly he was bothered of something on social media, but he can’t help himself… especially when it comes to you.

Pairings: Joshua Fatu {Jey Uso} x fem!reader

Warnings: social media drama, delusions, arguing, cursing, stubborn!Jey, crying, bad angst (first time), rumors, mentions of cheating, not edited

Word Count: 1230

Ratings: Angst | 16+

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Jey scrolling through his social media was starting to become a daily thing, especially since the Bloodline storyline was starting to pick up. As much as he hated how people depicted him and his talents based on the 30-45 minutes they saw him a week, he never reacted. He kept any bad energy they sent towards him to himself, and pretended like he didn’t even see it. That was until he came across a tweet that had to do with you and his twin.

The tweet had about 92k views already, and 40k retweets. It was a video of you and Jonathan meeting up late at night, hugging before entering a random building. There was no context about what was happening except the obvious comments of;

Nah imagine thinking your girl safe from your own twin 💀💀

I CANT- poor Jey 🥲💔

No cause what abt my girl Trin?!?!

That Y/n? Do she not know how Trin can get down…😬

He couldn’t help himself but to keep scrolling through the comments, looking for some type of reassurance that it isn’t what he’s thinking. Jey always thought he knew where you were and what you were doing, maybe he was too blind by a false sense of trust. “Y/n!” He calls for you from the living room.

Your delicate footsteps making their way downstairs to the man sitting on the couch, you couldn’t help but smile at the gorgeous man in front of you. “Hi Baby.” Your lips plump and glossy as always, wearing Jey’s shirt with your little shorts. He looks away as he can feel himself getting flustered by your appearance, remembering the things he just saw not even a minute ago.

“You want to tell me anything.” His voice deep and stern before he lays back against the couch, your hips swaying a bit as you go to sit beside him.

Your freshly groomed eyebrows now in a confused furrow, “I like your haircut… I mean they could’ve faded the sides better but—” Jey’s head immediately snapping towards you.

Going silent as he rubs the side of his hair down before adjusting himself in the chair. “It’s cute!” I reassure as a small smile forms Jey’s lips before the smile drops quickly. “Appreciate it but that’s not what I’m looking for.” His eyes boring into yours, uncomfortably. Your hands starting to fidget together under his intense gaze, shaking your head ‘no’.

A loud sigh coming from his mouth as he picks up his phone, Twitter immediately popping up on the screen. “Look.” He hands you the phone before crossing his arms aggressively, your eyes falling onto the dim screen. Playing the small clip of you and Jon, not understanding the big deal until you scroll down to the comments.

A small scoff leaving your mouth as you go speechless by all the assumptions, “Those people are so miserable.” You hand the phone back before looking at Jey’s serious face.

“So, it’s the people now? Not the fact that you and my damn brother sneaking around at night?” He sits up almost giving himself whiplash. Feeling your heart drop at his demeanor, you couldn’t believe that the man you left everything and everyone for is accusing you of. “Joshua. You’re kidding…” Trying to understand what he’s getting at, this had to be some type of prank.

April Fools was a couple months ago though, and we did forget about it. “This is a joke. Ha-ha so funny babe.” A sarcastic laugh leaving you forcefully as you notice Jey’s gaze not changing.

Noticing the deep breaths, he’s taking is starting to concern you, “I’m not joking, are you screwing around with my brother? My twin at that.” He speaks calmly. Your eyes going wide at the audacity, “Joshua. Don’t be fucking delusional- if I was going to cheat do you really think that I would go to your twin brother?” Your voice high-pitched unintentionally.

His head shakes before wiping his hands on the edge of his knees. Jey loves you too much to believe this, he knows you wouldn’t, you couldn’t do that to him. Something subconsciously is saying otherwise, the fact that he no longer knows where you were and what you were doing is making him upset.

“Do you know how fucking embarrassing this is for me. To find out that you going behind my aback through social media.” He says out loud, hands rubbing down his face in a stressed manner. “I didn’t go behind your damn back! They’re clearly just making stuff up.” Your voice in a defensive tone,

Jey’s gaze on you turning into disappointment making your heart drop. His heavy footsteps leaving you in the living room as he goes upstairs assumingly to your bedroom.

The tension surrounding you, sitting in the now quiet room alone. Heart racing and head spinning, you felt like you were going to cry at any moment. The fact that he wasn’t listening to you just hurt worse, never did you think that complete strangers would have that much of an impact on you and Jey’s relationship.

The loud slam of a door snapping you out of your trance, “Joshua! What are you doing?” jumping from the couch and heading up the stairs quickly. His figure passing by with a suitcase, not bearing a glance towards you. “I’m going to stay the night with… well damn I don’t even know because I can’t go to my own brother!” Jey shouts before throwing the suitcase onto the bed.

He always tended to be overdramatic especially in disagreements, but never to the point where he was leaving. “You’re fucking crazy! Nobody did anything, it was clearly taken out of proportion. Stop acting like that!” You could feel the tingly feeling of anger starting to spread through your body. “Y/n, then what the hell were y’all doing? Because I didn’t even know about you going to see him? He didn’t tell me either!” He shrugs his shoulders as he waits for your response.

“I- nothing! We weren’t doing anything.” You stutter knowing that he can’t know the real reason you were meeting with Jon. Not liking the answer, he heard, he goes straight to the closet and starts ripping shirts off the hanger, “I’m so tired of being second place. So tired of looking like a fool! You say you weren’t cheating but you can’t even tell me what you were doing?” His hands flying as he shouts angrily. Going completely speechless as you watched him continue throwing things into the suitcase, chest heavy, before breaking completely.

Tears streaming down your face uncontrollably, this is ridiculous. Multiple solutions rambling through your head as you stood behind the fuming man. “I can’t tell you. But I promise I wouldn’t cheat on you.” The words practically forming together as you can barely speak while trying to control your breathing. Jey turns around to see you looking like a complete wreck, his eyes softening.

“Then imma go until you can tell me. Simple as that.” He says as he zips up his suitcase, your eyes looking in a panicked manner as he grabs his wallet. “Joshua! Don’t you think this is a bit dramatic?” You sniffle as he rolls his eyes at you.

“Hell yeah. But rather be dramatic than sitting and looking like a fucking clown.” He exits the room without even looking back.

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[gyuld4eng1e]

svt's preference on boob sizes...

big to small order :

mingyu

s.coups

dino

wonwoo

jun

joshua

dk

hoshi

the8

jeonghan

vernon

woozi

seungkwan

note : no matter your boob size , everyone is beautiful, and obviously my opinions aren't fully accurate , just know that every one of y'all are fucking unique and gorgeous mwah <3

#mingyu smut #kim mingyu smut #svt smut #svt scenarios #mingyu x reader #seventeen vernon #seventeen scenarios #seungkwan #scoups #seventeen smut #scoups smut #seventeen one shot #seventeen fanfic #seungcheol smut #mingyu #jeonghan smut #joshua #svt dk #svt jun #svt the8 #svt dino #seventeen dino #seventeen carat #carat

[dreamings-free]

me as Josh sharing every pic of Louis..

12/9/23

#joshuaaaaa 🙌🏻 #every one of those shots.. ART #joshua halling #12.09.23 #louis #fitf tour #łódź #11.09.23 #photo: joshua halling

[july-19th-club]

seven or eight times now ive watched the episodes in which they take the andromache and this is the first time ive realized that during the initial battle, after they board, every time the camera is from dufresne's perspective it's blurrier than otherwise because. he took his glasses off for the fight

#real velma hours #i have a soft spot for s1 dufresne that i dont have for s2 & 3 #part of it is that jannes bore a passing resemblance to a longtime mutual of mine so i feel like im watching someone i know #the other part is . well its like andy whitfield versus liam whatsisface when they were on spartacus #i dont know for sure bc they passed and that's the reason their characters were recast. but the actors have a different energy #from seasons one to seasons two and three. and i really wonder what jannes would have brought to dufresne's betrayal #roland reed's take is extremely bitter and self-preservationist #but from what we did get of jannes' performance i imagine his version would've been more confused and fear-based. jaded/feral #and i always think it really wouldve been something #black sails #q #everything about this battle sequence is a masterpiece. from the shot of joshua getting his false fangs ready to put in #to mr beauclerc's pile of like a dozen muskets up in the crow's nest. because it's 1715 snipers can't reload . he has to shoot #a different gun every time #to the way most pirate media glosses over the minutia of battle or even priacy in general because it's about the vibe the aesthetic #but sails' piracy is a means to an end and so its pirates are just like. guys with jobs #the minutia of their battle sequences even in their comparatively less insightful first season are INCREDIBLe. like o'brien levels of detai #and the camera work in this sequence! even on my thirteen-inch laptop screen where my show is on a nine-inch window #i am right there in it i feel like im watching it in 3d

[horangboosadan]

2 MINUS 1 | JOSHUA HONG

summary: the one where Joshua wants everyone to think he’s over you but in the end, he can’t even fool himself.

genre: smau, heartbreak, post break-up, gn!reader, songfic, angst, one-shot

bonus: yn may seem fine to joshua, but “the truth is rarely pure and never simple” - Oscar Wilde, The Importance of Being Earnest

boo talks | main masterlist

i tried a one-shot smau bc the longer ones take so much time to write. I hope you like it. its more (bad/sad) vibes than anything else but i love the song 2 minus 1 and it works so well for a story. if you like this, there will be more eventually (which includes longer series when i manage to finish them)

#seventeen #svt #seventeen x reader #svt x reader #smau #joshua hong x reader #joshua x reader #joshua hong #joshua #svt joshua #svt smau #seventeen smau #gender neutral reader #x reader #post break up #one shot smau

[seenoversundown]

Cloak and Dagger

Author Note: The tiktok last night was detrimental to my mental health and then I saw a post on here about knife play Josh and here we are. I need therapy teehee :)

Josh x Y/N

TW: 18+ smut : knife play, fake blood, praise kink

Word Count: 2.1k

Nasty - Russ "Yeah, I want you to get nasty, Do that thing you know I like, No one watching, it's just me and you, alright?"

All Hallows’ Eve, I’m watching as you sway on the dance floor. Your skin shines when the colored lights hit you, I’m absolutely dying to take you home. I look down at myself while I wait at the bar for our drinks. My toga is draped against my body from when you got me ready before we left. You couldn’t keep your hands off of me and we were almost late for the party.

No complaints. 

I quickly grab our refills and make my way back to you. Your back is turned to me until the last moment. Seeming to feel my presence, you turn to face me. Your grin on your face is indescribable, always taking my breath away. I match it with one of my own. 

“Thank you, baby.” You say. 

Always sweeter than honey with me, and I can’t help but fall in love with how delicious it is. I press a kiss to your jaw, just under your ear. I feel a moan make its way up your throat, like I said, delicious.

My arm snakes around your waist, pulling you even closer. We move along to the strong beat, your hand roaming my chest. I can’t help but nip at your lips and give you a couple of kisses. By the end of the next song both of our drinks are empty again and our dancing is downright sinful. 

The DJ is yelling something but I’m focused on kissing your neck, I don’t hear it. A few moments later, a red substance is raining down on us from above. 

Blood?

We both look down at our costumes, the white becoming red before our eyes. Looking up at you, I see the blood dripping down your face. You’re smiling at me, unphased by our ruined outfits. 

I smash my lips to yours, the way you look has snapped something inside of me. I feel almost feral by this insatiable need to bring you home. 

I want to worship you. 

I pull away from you, already missing your taste but knowing we need to get out of here. Your pout has me regretting stopping, but instead I lean in close to your ear.

“I need to take you home.” My voice is gravelly and dark. 

You pull back from me, eyes bright and hungry. A quick nod is all I need before I’m tearing through the crowd trying to get us outside. My other hand is on my phone, ordering us a ride. 

We get outside and although there’s still a crowd, it’s much thinner. I can’t help but pull you by the wrist back into me and lock my lips onto yours. You open your mouth, my favorite invitation, and I dive in. The taste of you is driving me over the brink, this ride is taking too fucking long to get here. 

Just as I’m about to pull back and complain, I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket. 

I help you get into the car and hop in behind you. I pull you into my lap, too tipsy to care about seatbelts. Your hands are quick to find me again, and I almost groan when once makes its way into my hair. Wandering hands and quiet giggles fill the backseat. 

“You like what you see?” It’s your turn to tease me, your voice hot against my ear. My only response is to nip at your shoulder and grip your inner thigh. I’m afraid if I say something, I won’t be able to control myself in this car. The driver doesn’t get a free show, this one is mine. 

When we finally pull up at our house we practically fall out of the car. Quick thank yous are shouted as we shut the car door and race to our front door. Your hands are roaming my body, coming dangerously close to touching me where I want you most. I lean back into you as my hands fumble the keys.

“Get us inside, baby. I want to touch you.” You say as your hands roam higher instead of lower. 

A groan passes my lips before I finally find the right key and let us inside. Once our front door is shut, I push you up against it, my hand tight around your throat. You’re grinning, I knew you’d love this. 

“I want you to stay here. I need supplies and I’ll be right back.” I lean in and press a kiss to your forehead, denying you of what you really wanted. Leaving you slightly disappointed I head to our kitchen.

A paring knife. Perfect.

“You know, sweetheart.” I start as I walk back to where I’ve left you. “You’re so good, staying right where I asked you to.” 

I lift up the paring knife so it’s in our general view. Your eyes widen, but it doesn’t look like horror, no. You look excited. 

“Something about seeing you like this.” I say, walking up to finally touch your hip. “Covered in blood. Being so, so good for me. It’s doing something to me. Are you going to keep being good?” 

You’re breathless as you watch me bring the knife up to your chin, lifting your eyes to mine. 

“Use your words.” My voice is extremely dark now.

Nodding quickly, you respond, “yes.”

“What a good listener,” I praised. I visibly watch you melt at my words and I know I have you right where I want you. I let the tip of the knife follow your throat down to your chest and leave it there. 

“I want to try something, is that okay?”

“Yes, daddy.” You taunt me. A growl comes deep within me as I bring the knife to one of your straps holding your costume up. 

“This flimsy thing barely covers you,” I say. “Might as well make it so you can never wear it again.” The knife slices through your strap quickly, letting the entire side fall and exposing you partially. 

I bring the tip of the knife down to your newly exposed nipple. The cold October air has made them firm peaks, and they look incredible. 

I circle the knife around your hardened nipple and a breathy moan passes your lips. I’m quick as I move towards you to take your nipple in my mouth. Nipping at it, my tongue playing with it and I can feel you squirming. 

I remove your nipple from my mouth with a pop! and replace it with the flat blade of the knife. The cold edge has you lifting your chest into me.

“Joshua,” falls from your lips in a whine. I swear it makes me hungry for more as I bring the blade up to your other strap, freeing your chest completely. 

The blood from earlier tonight has dried. Some of it got under your shirt, and following the dried drops on your exposed chest with my knife. You’re squirming under my grip, trying to get some form of friction that I’ve been denying you. 

“Oh, Y/N needs it pretty badly. Don’t you?” 

“Pl-pleasseeee.” The way it falls from your lips is the most sinful plea. 

I find the rope around your waist and take no time cutting it free. All of you, fully exposed to me, is the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen. 

“You’re naughty. Nothing underneath?” 

“Not when you’re around.” It comes out of your mouth quickly. 

“That’s why you’re mine. So good.” I drag the knife up the entire length of your body, earning a shiver from you. 

I bring my lips to your neck, hearing you moan as I give you a quick bite. As I’m momentarily distracted, you take the knife out of my hand. I lift my head up to look at you, but before I can say anything you spin us around, pressing me against the door now. 

“My turn,” you say. 

“Oh, you are devious tonight.” 

“I can’t help it with you.” 

The tip of the blade now rests under my chin, the cool metal a nice shock to my overly warm body. We both watch as you move the knife to my straps. 

Snip. One side falls away, my chest now partially exposed. You mirror my earlier actions by bringing the blade down to my nipple. Immediately knowing I’ve made the right choice in trying this tonight. 

Your eyes are filled with lust as you watch yourself work my nipple with the knife to a hardened peak. You take me in your mouth and nip at me, and it’s getting harder for me to resist  throwing you over my shoulder and bringing you to our room. 

The pop! release of my nipple cuts the sound of my breathy moans and praises. You put your lips on mine and I can’t help but grip the back of your head, assembling some sort of control here. 

“Not so soon, baby.” You say as you wiggle out of my grip. “Stay.” 

“Yes, Y/N.” Knowing the use of your name will make you flustered. It works. 

You shake your head as you bring the knife and slice through my other strap. Wasting no time, you bring the blade to the rope around my waist and cut through, fully exposing me. 

“That’s better,” you sigh as you slowly move to your knees. “So beautiful. Mine.” 

The last word comes out on a growl as you come face to face with my cock. I’ve been hard since the blood bath, and now it’s starting to get a little painful. You reach out for my hard shaft with gentle hands. 

I can’t help but let out a deep moan, the slightest touch giving me that relief I’m chasing.

“So good,” I praise. “So so so so go-fuck.” 

You slowly insert the head of my penis into your hot waiting mouth. Working your way down you have me halfway down your throat before you start working on my shaft. While you swirl your tongue on my shaft and bob up and down, I can’t help but give you all the praises.

“Look at you, taking my cock so well.” I stutter out. Your eyes look up and lock onto mine. I try hard to not let mine roll in the back of my head, but you feel so good. You know exactly how to wind me up.

You take me out of your mouth and look up at me through your lashes. I know whatever you’re thinking is about to be trouble. Your hand still softly strokes me as you finally say, “do you trust me?” 

“Yes,” comes out of me deep and breathy. 

I watch as you bring the knife up and trail down the end of my shaft, then press the flat edge of the blade against my slit. I hiss as the cold metal touches the most sensitive skin on me. I’m surprised as you bring your tongue carefully up to the blade and lick down my shaft on either side. The danger mixed with your hot mouth is turning me on more than I can explain. I have to remind myself not to buck my hips, staying steady is definitely a test here. 

You bring the tip of the blade and trace it back down my shaft before removing it completely and replacing your mouth fully over me again. You keep me in your mouth, but waggle the knife next to you to get my attention. When you’re sure you have it, you take the knife and trace it down your chest. 

“Look at you doing such a good job.”

Following the drip pattern on your skin, you drag the knife across your exposed skin. I can’t help as I lose a little bit more of my control. I grip the back of your head and I can feel the grin stretch across your lips before you get back to work. You keep the knife on your chest while I keep us going at a steady rhythm. Once you circle the tip of your nipple with the blade, I’ve lost all of my resolve.

“Baby, Y/N. I’mclose.” The words come out of me rushed as you take over keeping rhythm. Your other hand finds my balls and cups them close and that’s when my release finally comes. I shout incoherent things as you swallow and keep working me through my high.. 

Once you’re sure I’m finished you pull away giving me soft kisses on my thighs. 

“So good,” I murmur. 

You stand and embrace me, and I’m quick to bury my face in your neck. I give you a few quick kisses before I step back. 

“Your turn,” I say as I throw you over my shoulder and start to head to our bedroom.

There’s a reason Halloween’s our favorite. 

Let the freaks play. 

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Debut | Iseol

First chapter to Iseol’s main timeline

Words Count: 3757

Warning: A few curse words

Iseol Masterlist

Early 2015

The time is early 2015 and Mari has been training for approximately six years, changed companies once, she has seen her fair share of people, friends that made it and friends that haven’t. Meeting a lot of trainees and trainers, she had so many monthly evaluations, danced to so many songs, sang so many songs and even was prompted into trying to rap, yeah, it wasn’t her thing. Having a disciplined life like that of a trainee wasn’t something new to her, not to the extent that a trainees is, but her past experience in dance taught her persistence, endurance and the value of practice. Practice makes improvements that’s for sure. However, one thing that she wasn’t ready for, was how disappointed she would be, seeing people in the industry make it while she continues in the practice room is surely discouraging. Her mother had warned her that debuting isn’t a guarantee, how she herself was rejected so many times before she made it as a model.

Seeing RedVelvet debut last year was something that shook Mari, she had trained with some of the members(Irene and Seulgi) while she was under SM and now they made it while she hasn’t. She’s happy for her friends but it’s a bittersweet kid of happiness, the I could’ve been with them is real, it made her think that maybe if she hasn’t left that maybe she’d be the extra member of the group. With all this Mari kept telling herself not to get discouraged, to just keep going. Pledis told her that her debut was near, this year, 2015 will be the year she finally achieves her dream of becoming an idol. She’ll turn 19 at the end of the year, she already finished school and enrolled in online collage, the last two years she’s been focusing on being a trainee, she had once promised herself and her parents that if by 21 she hasn’t debuted that she’ll find another career path.

Pledis has made plans of debuting a coed group. The group had a show going as a way of introducing them to the public before their debut. It’s true that there’s more male trainees in Pledis than there is females, but Mari had made her friendships nonetheless, with both genders. She’s been seen as the link between both the girls and boys, seeing as she had trained the longest among all of the females, and that’s just counting her years in Pledis. As time went on the boys were more than the girls, and it looked like that the group was going to have more males than females, something that didn’t bother Mari one bit, and she made it known to the staff and the managers. Her yearly contract with Pledis was ending soon, and she’s been in talks with the company for renewing it, if and only if she was guaranteed a spot in their next group.

It’s currently February of 2015 it’s, February the 24th to be exact, and Mari’s making her way through the familiar halls of Pledis, she had a meeting and then practice. It’s a big meeting that she thinks the CEO will be sitting in for. The day for her contract to be signed, she had talked to her family’s lawyer earlier that day and was told what to look out for, what to accept what not to, and so on, she felt ready. She bit at her bottom lip as she walked, feeling nervous but giddy if all went well then her dream will start to come true. So the rush she was feeling wasn’t something that scared her, her heart is beating loudly, she almost didn’t hear herself being called.

“Unnie!” Mari wasn’t the oldest female trainee but she knew the voice well enough to know she’s the one being called, turning around Mari saw Gaeun one of the female trainees and the one she considered closest to her. Gaeun is a year younger than Mari and so Mari looked out for the younger since she joined the company, Mari always had that motherly sense to her and liked to take people under her wing.

“Gaeun-ah, hi!” Mari smiled brightly hiding her nerves well, Gaeun jogged to stand in front of Mari, Mari being on the short side(thanks to her dad) had to look slightly up to look Gaeun in the eye.

“Do you have a meeting, now?” Gaeun asked, she looked so innocent in Mari’s eyes, she was scared that when they debut she’ll be taken advantage of her one way or another, but having the comfort of them being together calmed her a little, knowing that she’ll be there to look out for her.

“Yeah, I’m singing my contract, when’s your meeting? Dami Unnie said it was today?” Mari asked, remembering that this week a lot of contracts will be signed, Dami another female trainee heard the managers talking about it and told the girls.

“Yes, I think after yours.” Gaeun replied and looked from down the hall to Mari. “You’re signing right? You haven’t changed your mind.”

“Don’t be silly, of course I am.” Mari giggled, she talked about this since the meeting was set nine days ago. “I won’t leave you to debut on your own, don’t worry I have your back.”

“That’s a relief, I just wanted to make sure.” With that Gaeun pulled Mari in for a hug, Mari was startled at first but returned the hug, moving them from side to side.

“Mari-sii!” One of the managers called for Mari, he was standing by the meeting room door. “We’re ready for you.”

“I have to go, I’ll see you after.”

“Okay, bye Unnie, and good luck.”

Mari released the girl and made her way to the meeting room, her nerves came rushing back and she felt adrenaline pumping through her body, her heart was beating so fast it felt as if she had a bird flapping it’s wings inside of her. She had to get a hold of herself as her insides were churning.

This is it, she told herself, what I’ve been working for, what I’ve been slaving towards, what I left home for.

Walking inside the meeting room, the girl bowed to everyone present, her CEO, couple of managers and an HR personal. Taking her place at the table, Mari’s mouth went dry, her lips were already red from her constant biting at them a habit she wanted to stop, but that wasn’t her focus right now, at this moment the CEO was smiling at her and that comforted her a little, she had always been a model trainee, she has never been in trouble and always got top marks on her monthly evaluations. The CEO saw so much potential in her, for various reasons, there’s so many plans sat for her, but it was all in due time.

“Mari-ah, how are you today?” He asked her with a neutral tone.

“I’m alright, thank you for asking.” Ever the polite girl, Mari answered, surprised how she could keep her calm and collected not once had she wavered, that made her happy; none could hear her hammering heart then. “How are you, sir?”

“I’m good, before we start, I wanted to tell you that if you do sign the contract you’ll be the first female to sign, however some of the guys already signed.” The CEO told her and Mari had to bite on her lips, and this time it wasn’t because she’s nervous, it’s to keep her from smiling. Her dream is becoming a reality. “I wanted to sign you first, and thank you for all the hard work you’ve done.”

“Thank you, I’m happy to have been chosen.” Mari replied, the optimum idol in her is making an appearance, everyone had no doubt that she’s nervous, who wouldn’t? But they could see nothing, she acted as if she’s doing her everyday activity. With a nod from the CEO the HR personal gave Mari a few papers, her contract.

“As requested, we’ve sent it to your family’s lawyer.” Mari nods at the words by the HR, Mari hates relying on her family when it came to her work but in a case like this, with a seven year contract on the line, it’s a different case. Not everyone at the company knows who her family is and she likes it like that but the CEO does know, and he had agreed to the her request of getting her contract reviewed by the lawyer as a favor for the family. “But feel free to look over it and once you’re ready, we’ll begin signing.

Mari looked over everything just like she was told to do, and told her future members to do. Once she was sure everything was in order she began the signing process, a few papers were signed and everything was cleared and the HR pointed out what he needed to do before everything was said and done, and Mari had finally signed her debut contract. This year she’ll join her debuted friends and be an idol. The smile on Mari’s face wasn’t going away and she didn’t want it to go away.

Sharing a few pleasent words with everyone in the room promising to work hard and do her best for the company and the group. Once out of the room and the door closed behind her, she fist pumped the air feeling happy, the grin on her face permanent. And it didn’t take long after that Mari was on her way, taking the elevator to the training floor and to the room she was assigned to go to for training that day.

Walking inside the practice room, Mari saw that only the boys were present, not thinking too much about it as she was called by so many voices. They all were asking the same thing, and Mari knew they were dying to know.

“Okay, okay, everyone calm down!” She laughed and they all shut up to hear what she had to say. “I signed.”

Cheers were heard around the room as Chan jumped around making Mari jump with him, she’s giddy, happy and over the moon, it felt like she can do anything at the moment. “Another one, made it.”

Seungcheol said placing an arm around Mari, he and Jihoon already signed their contracts and Joshua, Mingyu and Wonwoo were set to sign today as well, the rest of the boys and girls were set to sign through out the week.

Speaking of the girls, they all came in but before anyone could say anything their dance instructor came in after them and everyone was in training mood. Just because they were being signed didn’t mean they’ll slack off.

Three days later Mari was still on the high of finally debuting, having talked to her family for hours the day she signed. Having her family in Seoul meant that she can go and visit them as much as she wanted, so she’s been sleeping there the last couple of days, and going to the company from her family house. Her older brothers were both studying abroad and so that made her parents excited to have Mari back at home even if it was only to spend the nights with them.

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Mari, Soonyoung, Jihoon and Minghao were all stretching out to dance in the studio for practice, laughing about one thing or the other when they were startled by a staff member that rushed into the room. She looked flustered and about to pass out, her eyes looking all over the faces in the room before they settled on Mari. The girl slowly stood up scared from the look she was getting, looking at her friends for any sign that they know what this is about, but they also knew nothing.

“What is Unnie?” Mari asked getting closer to the staff.

“I need you all to come with me.” The staff said urgently, it sounded like an emergency.

“Mari, or all of us?” Soonyoung asked, coming up behind Mari as well, everyone can tell that whatever’s going on is something not good and from how she was looking at Mari it scared them.

“All of you.”

“Why? What happened?” Jihoon asked but they all got up from their places anyway.

“Just come with me.” Turning and leaving the room, they all rushed to follow the staff, Mari’s palms were sweaty, she wasn’t looking forward to this at all. They were making their way to the the meeting rooms, on the administration floor, this is something important. Getting into the big conference room, the rest of the males in their group were present already, everyone looked confused. Seeing that they weren’t the only ones summoned made it easier for Mari, at least they aren’t the only ones there, but having the absence of the other girls still made it clear that something isn’t right, maybe they’re calling them.

“Is everything alright?” Mari asked before the staff could leave, she gave Mari a sad smile and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, making the younger female dread this even more.

“I’m sorry Mari.” The female staff whispered and left the room.

“Wait! Why? What’s going on?” Mari called but received no answer, walking inside the room, Mari took one of the empty seats between Jeonghan and Vernon. “I’m getting scared.”

“Have you guys been told anything?” Minghao asked the rest of the guys, but no one had an answer, making small talk and speculating on what the emergency meeting was about, didn’t help or last long, before an array of different people, important people in the company came in, a few lawyers were present as well. The CEO was the last one to make it inside.

“Everyone here?” The CEO asked and once receiving confirmation from the staff sighed and stood behind his chair, his hands on the back of it, everyone looked stressed and on their last nerve, taking a deep breath before looking at all the young faces, he had personally picked for the group looking back at him with wide eyes, his eyes stayed on Mari for a little more than the rest, making the girl swallow the lump that formed in her throat. “Okay, there’s no easy way to say this, but there has been a change of plans regarding Seventeen.” Everyone held their breath, hearts dropped, eyes went wide and mouths went dry, sharing scared looks. “It seems like some people changed their minds and will not sign their contracts meaning they won’t debut.” Things started making sense to Joshua, Soonyoung, Jeonghan, Jihoon, Seungcheol and Seokmin. “Everyone here signed their contracts and that why you’re here.” Jeonghan took Mari’s hand in his, this is going to be hard for all of them but it’ll be harder for Mari, the only female present.

“W-What?” Mari breathed, her voice was quite only those closest to her are the ones that heard, her heart skipped a beat, fighting her rising panic she tried to take deep breaths, but even those were shaky.

“Seventeen was supposed to be a co-ed group but as of right now, Mari is the only female.” The CEO continues, Mari didn’t hear what else was being said, as she tried to understand and come to senses about what that meant. What’s being said can’t be true, it can’t. How can this be? She talked to all of them yesterday. All eyes fell onto the female, Mari opened and closed her mouth a couple of times before she looked to her side at Jeonghan who squeezed her hand. “I know it’s shocking, and this changes a lot of things, but the debut date has already been set so that won’t change, the line up is changing.”

“You’re kicking out Mari as well?” Jun asked, he doesn’t want to debut without his best friend. The CEO and the lawyers shared a look but didn’t say anything.

“I-I signed the contract.” Mari said and looked desperately at the staff and CEO, her mind running a thousand mile and hour. “It’s for seven years, I can’t wait for another group, Seventeen is my last hope to debut.”

“I know, I’m sorry this happened Mari.” The CEO said and sat down in his chair, he felt bad for the girl, however as of now there’s no definite answer as to what they’ll do with her yet. “I wanted you to debut, you’re one of our best trainees.” Tears gathered in Mari’s eyes, she knew where this was going. “We need a few days before anything is confirmed, but as of right now, there’s no other female trainees in the company that’s ready to debut, the girls that were supposed to debut all didn’t sign their contract and refused to continue as trainees, the possibility of debuting someone else in the near future is slim, so we’re trying to find a solution.”

“Since you signed the contract, we’ll look at all possible ways to make this work.” The lawyer said, he had a frown on his face as did a lot of people in the room. “The company’s legal and strategy’s are looking into everything as we speak.”

“In the mean time Mari, we want you to continue training with the boys, until we find a solution.” The CEO said and Mari only nodded, not caring to listen to anything afterwards, all she focused on is not crying. Soon enough only the fourteen of them were left in the room, Jeonghan turned Mari’s chair around and pulled the girl in for a hug. Mair clutched his shirt as she hid her face away from view and just let her tears out, her body’s shaking with sobs.

She was so happy a today and now it felt like everything went crashing down, her world turned upside down and there’s nothing she could do, feeling betrayed and stabbed in the back hurt. Why hasn’t the girls told her? They agreed to do this for sure, there’s no way all of them agreed to this, and Gaeun, how can she wish Mari luck only to leave her like this, possibly ruining all of Mari’s chances of debut. They should her out, left her to rot, they know well enough how the industry is like.

“Has any of the girls said anything to any of you?” Mingyu asked his members, his eyes not wanting to fall onto the crying girl.

“No, nothing.” Seungkwan said and moved closer to Mari, placing a hand on her back for comfort. They knew they’re set to debut but Mari’s future is now unknown.

“How can they do this?” Wonwoo wondered not expecting an answer, this is bewildering. Left them speechless and wonder their knowledge of the people they called friends.

“Mari-ah, don’t worry, I’m sure that they’ll find a solution.” Joshua said softly to the still crying girl, his heart broke for her, to be so close and get everything taken away from you, the girls left her high and dry, they didn’t even tell her before she signed. Assholes the lot of them. He thought they were all friends, that they’ll all debut together, they’ve been training for long together, they all have gotten close, or so he thought.

“Noona, we all love you and want you to debut with us.” Chan couldn’t help but say, he’s one of the closest people to Mari and is quite clingy when it comes to her. Mari being the motherly person she is had taken him and everyone young under her wing always making sure he’s okay, well rested and helped him in any school relates issues or homework. He was one of the most excited to debut with her, so hearing his voice waver wasn’t a surprise.

“Channie is right, we all want you to debut with us.” Vernon said and a corse of agreements soon followed, Jeonghan ran his hands up and down Mari’s back as she calmed down a little, pulling back and looking up at Jeonghan with still trembling lips made him pout and wipe her tears away with his thumps.

“Come on don’t cry.” Jeonghan told her tenderly. “You’ve got us and you already signed the contract so we’ll make sure you can’t get rid of us that easily.”

“Oppa.” Was all Mari managed to say before she started crying again, Jeonghan pulled in again for a hug.

Seungcheol hated this so much, he was angry more than anything, he hoped not to see any of the girls soon. Huffing he gets up and leaves the room, Jihoon seeing the state he’s in leaves after him, with Soonyoung following after.

“Hyung, where are you going?” Jihoon asked coming up behind the oldest member.

“I’m going to talk to manager-nim, there must be something we can do.” Seungcheol answered with determination, Mari had to debut with them, this is her last chance, there is no way her family would let her continue training and debut after this, if not with them then there’s no way for her to debut this is her last chance. Literally her last chance.

“We’re coming with you.” Soonyoung said, they shared a lot knowing what they had to do. And so the three future leaders all went on the hunt for their manager to try and talk them into letting Mari debut with them.

After Mari had calmed down, she was out of energy, there was little chance she’d be able to train. But she didn’t want to go home, so she sat on the floor of the training room while some of the boys half-assed their way into following the steps to the song that was playing, Seokmin and Jun sat on either side of Mari. They all felt like they shouldn’t leave her alone for a moment, she needed all the support right now. Jeonghan and Joshua along with Wonwoo were talking by the door in hushed voices, about Mari going back to the dorm she shared with the girls, they didn’t thinks he should go alone. Wonwoo doubted that the girls would still be there, Joshua stated that even if they weren’t, being there alone would leave Mari a mess and for now the girl made it known that she wouldn’t tell her family. If they find out they’ll make her terminate her contract and just pay the penalty. They had the money for that, they’ll do what any sane and capable family would do, even if Mari herself doesn’t want to.

What a mess.

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Pleasurable Mistakes - Jey Uso (18+)

Pairing: Jey Uso x Female!Reader

Summary: The reader gets caught having a intimate moment in Jey's room.

Warnings: 18+ Blog, Minors DNI, Smut, Fingering, Masturbation

Word Count: 3,578

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“Once we graduate, we should totally get an apartment together to save money!” Jey smiled widely, his voice slightly cracking with excitement.

“Yeah! When you’re off traveling for the WWE, I’ll stay and take care of the apartment! It’ll totally save up money.”

“Can we get a dog?” Jey pointed out.

“How about a cat?” You persuaded.

“I can work with a cat.” Jey grinned.

“God, why don’t you two get married already.” Jimmy, Jey’s twin, spoke up. You and Jey gave each other weird looks before looking at Jimmy across the lunch table. 

“We’re not getting married.” Jey laughed.

“Yeah, we’re thinking financially, you know once we graduate high school you actually can’t really live on your own in this economy and the way it’s going.” You picked through your school lunch, regretting not taking your car to school so you could have left for lunch and get Taco Bell. It was such a nice day and your mother insisted you walk.

“Whatever, when I graduate I’m going to get into the WWE, find myself a hot wife and buy a house.” Jimmy nodded with a smirk on his lips.

“You, a hot wife?” You laughed. “You can’t even find a hot girlfriend.” 

Jey laughed along with you as Jimmy gritted his teeth and rolled his eyes with an embarrassed blush on his face, grabbing his lunch tray as he stood up from the table. “Whatever! You’ll see, Y/N, you’ll all see!” Jimmy stormed towards the trash cans, tossing whatever food he didn’t eat and headed towards his homeroom to sit and brew.

Jimmy in fact did show you, he got into the wrestling industry, trained hard and got himself in the WWE, it wasn’t long until he had a nice looking lady on his side and within a few years he proposed. You also showed Jimmy, you were correct all those years ago about the economy not getting any better, taxes were up, and so were milk, gas and rent in the nice city of Miami you grew up in, but you and Jey stuck to your word.

Right after graduation, you lived under your parents roof a little longer until the following year, once money was saved up you and Jey went on with your plan and placed a down payment on an apartment with a nice view of the Atlantic ocean. Popping open champagne on the first night in the apartment, you and Jey stood on the balcony, watching the waves of the ocean roll in and the moon high in the sky reflecting in the water. 

Glass in hand you stared off into the distance and on instinct, you placed your head upon Jey’s broad shoulder. “We did it.” You sighed happily.

“Yeah, we did.” Jey maneuvered his glass into his other hand while his right hand wrapped around your waist which immediately sparked something in you.

As the years passed, Jey went into some training along with his brother and they were immediately signed to the WWE, possibly because they were a package pair or because their father was also Rikishi some would argue but you’d always back them up and say they were there due to their hard work. 

Watching Jey and Jimmy take their career higher and higher every Friday Night made you a little closer to the brothers. Even though Jey was never home regularly he still made sure to text and call daily whether it be checking up on you or giving you an update on where he was at and when he’d be coming home. It made your heart swell knowing he was thinking of you but it also feared you. What was he doing when on the road? Was he at bars? Was he fucking women while celebrating his wins?

Then again, he wasn’t your boyfriend and you never asked any personal questions. You never pushed him when he came home, wanting to know all the details on what he did while traveling knowing he was too tired to do anything when he came home, bags in the living room and him collapsing on the couch. 

“So, any plans for tonight?” Jey asked through the phone that you held against your ear while typing a paper out for work. 

“Me? Plans on a Saturday night? Psh.” You scoffed following it with a laugh as you skimmed through the pages. “I’m just finishing this report for work, take a shower, have a glass of wine and most likely watch a show.” 

“Boring!” Jey sang loudly to where you had to pull the phone away with a smile. “You should enjoy yourself, go to the club and have men buy you drinks!” 

You could hear the playfulness in Jey’s voice but you couldn’t help but to frown, you wanted him to buy you drinks and take you to the club, not some strange man grinding against you and trying to get you drunk to have his way with you. Shaking your head you cleared your throat, shutting your laptop. “I’m good.” You reassured.

“Your Saturday night, princess. Spend it however you want.” 

You broke out in goosebumps at the pet name he gave you, wishing he really meant it and not in a sarcastic way. “I will, thank you.” You placed your laptop on top of the coffee table. 

“Well, don’t have too much fun with Mr. Whiskers. No parties.” Jey teased.

“No parties, I promise.” You laughed, just on cue yours and Jey’s gray tabby cat Mr. Whiskers jumped on the couch and started to make biscuits on the cushion. “Where are you anyway?”

“We just got to the airport, it shouldn’t be a long flight but I’ll be home soon. Oh, we’re actually boarding the flight right now, so I’ll talk to you later.” Jey said.

“Okay.” You bit your lip. “Oh and Jey?”

“Yeah, Y/N?” 

It was silent, you didn’t follow up with anything, your stomach twisted, you wanted to tell him how much you missed him and how excited you are to see him again after being on the road for months. “N- Nothing, never mind. Safe travels.”

“Thanks, Y/N. I’ll see you soon.” 

With that the phone beeped a few times showing that the call ended. Sighing out loud you set your phone down next to you. “Well, Mr. Whiskers look like it’s just us for a bit.” You looked over at him at the other side of the couch to see he was already curled up and fast asleep. “I guess it’s just me.” Getting up you went to the kitchen, grabbing a meal prep from the freezer and heated it up.

Chowing down on the rice and chicken with a side of veggies you tossed the plastic container in the sink reminding yourself to wash it in the morning. Tidying a bit around the apartment you wanted to make the place look nice when Jey arrived. Placing the vacuum back and all the cleaning supplies in their rightful place you exhaled a tired breath, looking around the spotless apartment. 

Satisfied with how everything looked, you made your way towards the bathroom, turning the light on and shutting the door behind you, you looked in the mirror. Dark circles were under your eyes as your hair was in a messy bun from a long day's work. You started to strip from your street clothes. Making your way to the shower you started it up, getting it to the temperature you wanted.

The steam started to roll immediately showing that the water was getting warm quickly. Stepping out of your panties and tossing your bra in the pile you pulled back the curtain and stepped into the water. “Shit.” You hissed, quickly reaching for the cold knob and turning it to balance the temperature. 

Humming softly as the water turned more comfortable to your liking, you bowed your head underneath it, letting it spray down on you and roll down your back. Goosebumps broke out as the water strolled down your body and the steam danced along your nipples, making them hard. 

Shivering at the sensation your mind went to Jey. Leaning against the tile wall with your eyes closed you slowly started to realize how much you missed Jey’s smile, his laugh along how he’d watch you everytime you cracked a joke or how his muscles would tighten and ripple from the pushups and situps he’d do in the living room. 

Your teeth nipped at your bottom lip as you started to think more of Jey in a sexual way. You’ve never seen what he was packing under his pants but you knew by the way he walked he had some size. 

Your fingers danced along your stomach, making their way south of your body and cupping your hot sex. Exhaling a soft breath, the tip of your index finger and middle finger swirled around your sensitive clit. “Fuck.” You whispered to yourself out loud. Applying more pressure to your clit, you bite your lip harder imagining it being Jey’s hand toying with you. “Jey, please. Put it in.” You whined, your fingers still teasing your clit, slowly picking up the pace. 

Your cunt clenched around nothing, your stomach slowly started to tighten as you built your orgasm. Finally deciding to back off from your clit, your two fingers slowly traced your lips, collecting your dripping juices. “Oh Jey.” You said softly. Slowly inching your fingers up into your entrance, your cunt tightly wrapped around your digits as they sunk deeper inside. Your mouth collected saliva as the delicious pleasure started to drive up your spine. 

Slowly dragging your two digits out you plunged them back inside of you letting out a soft moan, echoing in the bathroom. Your wrist started to ache but that didn’t stop you from picking up the pace. Your fingers quickly pushed in and out of your slippery cunt, your walls squeezing and sucking your fingers back in with a warm squelchy welcome. 

Your thoughts ran wild as you imagine Jey, naked behind you grabbing your neck with his other hand while his free hand finger fucked you. “God, Jey. Gonna come.” You moaned out, your walls fluttering around your cunt. The warm water still sprayed from the head of the shower down onto your bare breasts as you tossed your head back against the tile wall with a loud ‘thud’.

The wetness of your cunt and your panting moans mixed in the air with the steam rolling around the hot shower. Your orgasm came quickly, coming undone on your fingers as they dripped with your creamy color. “Holy fuck.” You panted, resting against the cool wall with the mixture of the hot water made goosebumps rise on your skin again.

Slowly pulling your drenched fingers out from your aching pussy, you rinsed them off underneath the shower and finished up washing your hair and body. Once you rinsed yourself off, you turned the shower off and grabbed a towel. 

Feeling much better after a little time, you stepped out of the bathroom, steam rolling past your ankles into the hallway. You held the towel around your body tight and started to make your way towards your bedroom. Stopping in front of a closed door, you looked at it. Jey’s room. You never went in when he was out traveling, you respected his privacy too much to even step one foot inside when he wasn’t home. 

‘Don’t you miss his smell, though?’ A small voice in the back of your head announced.

You did miss his smell. The strong cologne he wore was always your favorite, smelling like hickory and vanilla. You squeezed your thighs together as your core grew warmer at the thought of smelling his pillows real quick. Looking towards the front door to see it was still locked and no sign of anyone coming in, you grabbed the door knob and twisted it, pushing the door open. 

Standing in the hallway you looked inside the dark room, flicking the switch on the room soon became bright and showed off his wrestling memorabilia. His room was neat and clean, dressers dusted and tidy along with the large flat screen tv hanging from the wall and his gaming system hooked up to it. You eyed his dirty laundry, seeing a sweater hanging from the side of the hamper. 

Stripping your towel off, you let it drop to the floor, pooling around your feet. Stepping out of it, you grabbed the black hoodie, holding it tight and inhaling his scent. Moaning softly you remembered he wore this sweater when he was making a protein shake after his gym workout. The memory made you smile as you slipped it on over your head and now covered your upper half and slightly some of your lower half. 

You inched your way to his bed, seeing how he neatly tucked his sheets in and the bed comforter pressed firmly with no wrinkles. You instantly ruined it as you laid on top of his made bed, his scent wafting in the air hitting your nostrils. Humming at the smell of Jey your brain became fuzzy and warm along with your cunt slowly started to throb again, wanting to be full once more.

You knew it was wrong, you knew you shouldn’t be in his room especially when he was on his way home. You nuzzled your head back into the soft pillows, gripping the chest of his sweater and bringing it to your nose you inhaled deeply once more. Memories of Jey flooded your mind as your heart hammered in your chest and cunt started to drip again. You needed another round to calm you down and this time in his bed. 

Your right hand slowly traveled down your stomach like before. You skipped past your clit, not wanting to tease yourself anymore as your fingers pressed against your soaking entrance you pushed past your folds with no hesitation. “Fuck, Jey!” You cried out, arching your back as your two fingers plunged in and out of your pussy. Your eyes closed tight as your head tossed back into the pillow even more.

Jaw slack and mouth hung open, your fingers scissored deeper into your pussy but it just wasn’t enough. You needed another, your ring finger pressed against your middle and inched itself past your tight walls. “Y- Yes, more, more, fuck Jey I want more!” As you had three fingers inside your cunt, fucking yourself, your lower stomach tightened, you could see Jey behind your eye lids, he was there above you fucking you raw and moaning with you. “Yes, Jey. Please ‘Mmm close.” You sobbed.

As your orgasm was about to ripple through your body you heard your name being shouted, your eyes snapped open while your fingers quickly drove out of your wet cunt as you quickly sat up in the messy slightly damp bed. There stood Jey, suitcase by his side with wide eyes and jaw dropped. 

“J- Jey! I can explain!” You grabbed the hem of the black sweater you wore and tugged it down your lower half to hide your dripping cunt. “I- I’m so sorry! I’m so sorry!” You apologize, rooted to the bed you couldn’t move but just say how sorry you were. You disrespected him, his privacy, his bed, the friendship. Tears threaten to spill from your eyes as you see Jey not moving from the spot.

“So,” Jey’s tongue darted past his plumped lips. “You play with yourself in my bed instead of throwing parties while I’m gone.” 

Still too scared to even realize Jey was joking you choked out a ‘no’.

“I must admit, this is a better sight to come home to instead of a loud party.” Jey smirked, his dark hooded eyes ran over your body. 

“Y- You’re- You’re not mad?” You hiccuped, tears running down your cheeks. 

Jey’s hands started to fiddle with his belt and unbutton his pants. “Does this look like I’m mad?” As he finished his words, he pushed down his pants along with his boxers, his hard cock sprung upwards, hitting his stomach. 

“Oh my god- Jey!” You quickly shielded your eyes, looking away from him in respect. “I- I.”

You heard more shuffling being done towards the doorway and felt the bed dip on the opposite side you were looking from. “Hey, Y/N.” Jey grabbed your wrist and pulled it away from your face. “Please, Y/N, I need to know if you really want this, if you want me.” He whispered ‘me’ softly. 

Finally opening your eyes to see Jey fully naked laying right next to you had your face heating up, your best friend caught you masturbating in his bed and now he was laying naked next to you. “I- I do want it, Jey. I’m so sorry for- for doing this in your bed.” You sniffed.

Jey had a large smile plastered on his face and tossed his head back slightly with a laugh. “I wasn’t expecting it but I much do love coming home with you on my bed fucking yourself silly on your fingers.” He groaned the last part. You caught how his dick twitched as he spoke. 

“Then yes, please Jey, I want you. I want all of you.” You begged him. 

“Fuck, you have no idea how long I’ve waited for you to say that.” Jey leaned forward, his lips crashing against yours in a hot kiss. Your lips moved along with his as he slowly guided himself on top of you, wedging in between your legs and making sure not to crush you with his full weight. “Been wanting to be in between these legs.” Jey said in between kisses. “Deep inside this pussy.” He moaned.

You whined against his lips, wishing you did this little stunt nearly ten years earlier but always too scared not knowing if he felt the same way you did. “Please, Jey. I’ve waited long enough, give it to me.” 

Jey shivered at your words, looking down, his hard cock was poking against your thigh, twitching in anticipation to be inside of you. Jey’s hand went in between your bodies as he gripped the thick base of his cock and slowly nudged the tip of his cock against your still wet pussy. You both exhaled a satisfying breath as he sank deeper inside of you with ease due to you preparing yourself for the past hour. 

“You feel so fucking good, snug around my dick.” Jey moaned. “Were you getting this pretty little pussy ready for my fat cock?”

Too dazed to even speak, you nodded with soft moans leaving your lips, your legs wrapping around his waist as he started to swirl his hips in a circular motion. “Hmm, Jey.” You moaned, enjoying how his cock stretched you wider. 

Jey’s moans rang in your ear, making your cunt grip his cock tighter in a reaction you didn’t expect. “Fuck, darling yes.” Jey hissed through gritted teeth as he started to rut his hips against you, his cock pushing deeper inside of you with every thrust. As he pulled his cock out it was slow, slightly painful but soon pleasure rushed through your body as he pushed back in. 

“Jey!” You screamed as his pace started to pick up in a sloppy manner. 

“You sound so fucking sweet, scream for me baby.” Jey panted, his wet cock slipping in and out of your tight channel. ‘Fucks’ and ‘shits’ escaped both of your mouths as both of your orgasm started to approach. 

“I- I’m close Jey!” You warned as your vision slightly blurred and the coil in your stomach started to tighten. “I want- want your come baby, I want your come!” You begged, rolling your hips against each of his thrusts. 

Jey nearly stopped his movements as he groaned lowly. “N- No! Please, fuck please don’t stop.”

“Fuck, the way you did that, shit.” He breathed out, his hips started to pump inside of you again. 

“That’s it, right there!” You cried out, closing your eyes tight you saw bright lights explode as your orgasm went over the edge, taking control of your body. “J- Jey!” You screamed.

“Yeah baby, I’m coming, I’m coming.” Jey moaned, his cock drilling into your sore cunt, sloppy wet sounds and skin against skin roared in the room along with his bed frame racking up against the wall loudly. 

His warm seed exploded inside your tight cunt as he tossed his head back, moaning. A thick vein appeared in his throat, pulsing as he panted heavily. 

“Hmm, oh fuck.” You moaned, wiggling against his stilled hips to feel yourself full of his come. “Big load.” You teased, feeling your pussy swallow his thick come. 

“You have no idea.” Jey panted, hinting that it’s been awhile for him from having sex. 

Jey slowly pulled his cock out from your abused cunt, the creamy liquidy mess dripping from your cunt onto his sheet. Jey didn’t care as he collapsed next to you, eyes closed but you couldn’t help but to stare at him. “How long?” You whispered.

It was silent for sometime as Jey just smiled. “Long.” He whispered back. “Very long.” He licked his lips, still smiling and cracked one eye open. “Since early high school.” 

You couldn’t help but to smile back at him, he wanted you and you wanted him and here you were, finally having each other.

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